Myrcella was eating an apple, being accompanied by her cousin Shireen.
She was laughing at what she told her.
Myrcella looked carefully at Shireen.
She raised an eyebrow.
"So you and Bran are always so loud?" She asked curiously.
Shireen raised an eyebrow and understood the question.
"It's strange at first, but Bran brings out a wild part of myself that I never knew was there, not to mention that he does an excellent job," she said mischievously.
The princess blushed when she heard it.
"And you? Have you never had sex? " She asked her shamelessly.
Myrcella was surprised by the question and shook her head.
Shireen raised an eyebrow.
"What?" she asked.
"You know you're going to be Bran's third wife, right?" she asked.
Myrcella looked at the ground uncomfortably.
Shireen sighed.
"Cella, I'm going to be honest with you... It's better that you get closer to your future husband, because he will either be your husband or your lover, but to be honest, Bran has me and Meera, he won't get close to you, unless you invite him, and believe me, it is more than advisable that you take the first step," she said.
Myrcella looked at her surprised.
"I am most honest with you, Bran will possibly be one of the lords of Westeros, and he is the brother of the one who will be the king, in addition to the brother of the king of Valyria, it is not that he fears that someone will steal him, but that the importance of the children we will have," she said.
"You and Meera will have heirs, of course, but why would I get closer?" she asked.
"That's really why Bran will share your bed on the wedding night, or as many nights as you want, it's up to you, if he wants sex, he already has two wives, and believe me, it won't be a nice life for you if your husband shows no interest in you, your children will inherit the west, I don't know about Casterly Rock, but the west. Your children are more than necessary, now you want him to share your bed for the simple fact of making heirs, or to do it out of desire and love " she said.
Myrcella remained silent.
"I'm honest, cousin, if you want it, it's there, but if you don't, I recommend that you get the idea that he will be your lord and you his wife, or lover, but you will give him children, I don't want to pressure you, but In my opinion, you should take the first step, Bran won't take it because he fears that you will feel pressured," she said.
"Are you asking me to have sex with your husband?" she asked.
Shireen laughed.
"Oh dear, he will be your husband too, I'm just telling you that you have to get used to the idea that Trystane is your past, no matter how in love you are, he won't come back and even if he does, what do you think will happen to him if he tries something with you?" she said sadly.
The princess remained silent for a few moments before nodding in agreement.
"It's also a point in your favor, making sure Bran appreciates you," she said.
Myrcella looked at her curiously.
"You forget Tommen, he is an enemy king, he has a death sentence, Robb Stark does not have to show mercy, I know that Joffrey is the real culprit, but to be honest, in politics, someone always has to pay...And Joffrey is dead" she said.
The princess remained silent for a few minutes.
"Do you think Bran can save Tommen?" she asked.
Shireen looked at her.
"I don't know, but what I do know is that Robb Stark won't be convinced by you, but he might listen to his brother, don't you think," she said.
Myrcella nodded.
"I recommend that if you start to charm Bran, do not ask him for Tommen immediately, it would be better that you wait a while, since it seems that you only want to manipulate him, and it can end badly" she clarified.
Myrcella blushed.
Shireen forgot the topic and focused on a bird that was fluttering around the tree where they were having their picnic.
While Myrcella was wondering how to gain her future husband's attention, she wouldn't show up in his room like a prostitute.
'Maybe talking is the first thing' Thought the Baratheon.
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Cersei watched from the window with pleasure, as the sept of faith sat in flames. She didn't know what kind of wedding gift to expect from Euron Greyjoy until she heard the screams.
The iron men were in the streets, they razed the chapel when an entire congregation was present.
Cersei only saw from the red fortress, how the smoke came from all parts of the city, how dozens of soldiers protected the castle from any fanatic.
And it was then that she saw it, Euron arrived on horseback, bringing several people in chains. Cersei headed to the throne room to wait for him.
Tywin watched carefully as Euron entered, he came walking with a smile, Cersei observed a dozen chained men and women.
With pleasure, she noted the closest ones, her cousin Lancel, the High Sparrow, and the septa Unella.
'Oh this will be interesting' the queen thought with vengeance on her face.
"Ah, it has been a massacre, don't believe that this will stay here Lord Tywin, the people will rebel after this," the sparrow promised.
Tywin was impartial.
"People die," he said.
"This won't stay like this," Lancel promised.
"You shut up, you are a disgrace, your father died defending the rock, your mother is with your brothers in rooms still mourning his death, while you wasted your time with your ridiculous faith, you are a disgrace to the Lannister name" Tywin spat.
"They attacked the Great Sept of Baelor, they burned it, they kidnapped girls, silent sisters, they stole sacred objects, they attacked the house of the seven," the supreme Sparrow clarified indignantly.
Euron laughed.
"Well in my defense, you were the enemies, if you had not been in the sept, we would not have attacked it. Burning, what's wrong, people burn any case, candles, wood, people... The kidnappings were legal, my iron men paid the iron price, they earned every object and woman they have taken... And for the house of the seven gods, relax supreme Sparrow, we will leave before they return," he told him and then burst into laughter.
Cersei smiled at that.
Tywin was impartial and Euron addressed the king.
"Your majesty, as I promised your dear mother, here are the traitors, the rebels, a splendid wedding gift," said Tommen, looking at him and then turning his eyes to Cersei, tilting his head.
"I appreciate the effort, my fiancé," the queen said and Euron smiled widely as he really noticed that the queen loved his gift.
"Take them to the dungeons," Tywin ordered.
The soldiers took the prisoners and led them out of the throne room.
" What about the rest? " Tywin asked.
"According to my information, they have attacked ancients, the Hightower has fallen, and they are heading to High Garden, they will arrive at any moment," he said.
The old lion nodded.
It was time for good news, the northerners took the rivers, the iron islands, the storms, and the west, adding Valyria took Dorne, the domain is the only thing that prevents them from invading, but the rescue of Queen Margaery Tyrell Now Stark, if his information was good, the dominion would soon gather an army against him.
"A Lannister always pays his debts," he finished.
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Robb launched another attack, he arrived in High Garden a few days ago, and the Lannisters launched everything they had on the Tyrells. He had raised his level, he was at 25 with thirteen skill points.
His marriage to Margaery made him lord of the domain as well, his support came late but it came. The Hightowers had fallen. Ancient the city of the Masters with them.
And after their fall, they didn't attack other houses, they focused on what they really wanted.
The Lannisters were able to attack several areas of the domain to weaken Tywin's forces, but no, they attacked the domain lord's castle directly.
"But why?" he thought while stabbing a mercenary.
Strategically it only made him lose men and time.
Many nobles would attack them along the way, and they had no resources to support themselves.
Killing Olenna or Mace did not affect his destiny.
If he had been in High Garden it would be a different matter, but Mace and Olenna weren't important. Of course, it would give him good publicity but that was all.
Margaery was his wife now, she had full rights over High Garden and the Dominion after that, killing Mace or Olenna, in the worst-case scenario would earn her the contempt of the Dominion, and the others, but he didn't understand why Tywin gave that order.
"He only sacrifices his men," he muttered.
He watched as more soldiers arrived.
"Summon Guardian," Robb muttered.
He saw how the being ran against the enemies.
He shook his head, he couldn't think about it anymore, he could hear the battle cries of the Lannisters, as they were attacked by Arya's poison bombs.
The problem was that there were too many of them, it's as if all the Mercenaries hired by Tywin attacked in the same place.
"Maybe he wants to buy time," Robb mused.
An enemy fell a few meters away from him, and the boy saw Arya next to him.
"Focus," she said.
The boy saw her attack again, a few weeks ago he received the great news of Talisa's second pregnancy, her second baby would be born in a few months. Clearly his time with her out west bore fruit.
[T/N: ...I hope the kid is his and he didn't whore her out.]
Their happiness was eternal, with a new child on the way, but this was taken away when they found out about the raid. He encountered the Tarly on the way, who joined his army.
Randly Tarly was the best general in the Dominion and an extremely useful advisor, Sam had told him on the way, that he had not said anything about his son, but his other son Dickon Tarly was surprised at the position of hand of king of Valyria of his brother, and the fact that he is in Westeros with Queen Daenerys.
Looking at the enemies, it only bothered Robb, there were too many of them.
The boy heaved a sigh before putting pressure on his attack. The enemies were many, but they were somewhat tired from travel and wars, and the Tarlys had a great defense.
He finally saw the doors of the castle open and Mace Tyrell came out with his army to do battle, he looked at his father-in-law, he was not good in combat, but he had good men.
Robb attacked again, and that's when they heard an army coming in from behind. His battle cries sounded on the field like nothing Robb had ever heard, it was intimidating.
He noticed the flags that were raised, a dragon and a wolf.
At his side, Randyll Tarly watched with wonder at someone directing them. Dickon, the youngest son of the Tarly lord, also saw it.
"Sam?" he whispered.
Samuel, with his plump body, led an entire immense army behind him, carried a Valyrian steel war ax, and attacked the enemies without any mercy.
Dickon blinked and rubbed his eyes.
"Sam?" he repeated.
His father couldn't stop seeing him either, Robb looked curiously at Jon's right-hand man who was fearlessly facing the mercenaries.
He shook his head and got ready.
His men took advantage of the distraction that Valyria provided to attack the mercenaries with renewed force.
Robb counterattacked again with his fire aura, his total aura also on, and his guardian destroying the enemies.
"It may take us a while, but with Valyria here, it will be impossible for them to enter High Garden," he whispered.
Mace reached him.
"Shall we continue the attack?" the old man asked, not understanding what to do.
Robb was about to say yes when a roar was heard.
Mace Tyrell screamed and fell off his horse at the sound.
Robb smiled looking to the east, he could see some winged figures arriving.
"Dragons!? " Dickon exclaimed.
"It seems that the kings of Valyria have arrived," Robb said.
They saw with wonder two dragons attacking the mercenaries with their riders while they were fleeing, that was when Sam came to finish them off with his army.
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Jon looked calmly at Robb as they argued in High Garden a few hours later.
He had declared a general meeting to end everything.
Sam spoke in whispers with Olenne, apparently, they knew each other, or at least respected each other. His father stood back, looking at Sam from time to time.
"So, the wall," Robb whispered.
"There is no option," Jon clarified.
"Because we won't do it the other way around, I should go" Robb clarified.
Jon denied.
"No, you must conquer Kings Landing, there is no option in that, the king must reach his throne," he said.
The discussion was clear, after Oberyn's letter and Bran's warnings, the white walkers were on the wall, now they had to go defend it, but they couldn't leave the war either, not after all they sacrificed to get here.
Robb sighed.
But nodded.
He understood Jon's reason.
"So, you to the north, I to Kings Landing," he said.
"Yes, I will take Bran with me, Arya, Sansa, and Rikkon will stay to support you," he told him.
"Perhaps Rikkon can go with you, he would be more useful in the north," he said.
"Rikkon, he wants to finish off the Lannisters as much as you do, he won't agree to come with me, he's too much like father," he told him.
Robb smiled.
"Yes," he whispered.
Across the room, Olenna and Sam were talking about the future.
"Your sister then?" the old woman asked.
"It is for the best, besides, it is my own blood, I must leave something in Valyria, my lady," he said with a smile.
The old woman smiled at him.
"You've changed, boy. I like what I see, remember well that we will always support you, the dominion always defended its own," she clarified.
"I didn't choose the name Tarell for nothing, my lady," he told her.
She smiled at him.
She was grateful although she didn't say it out loud.
"Hand of the king, who would have thought, I always thought you would end up being a maester," she told him.
"Me too," he replied.
Dickon listened surreptitiously.
Sam planned to take his older sister Talla with him, hoping to marry her to one of his nobles in Valyria to have her blood in more houses, while Olenna offered other ladies of the domain.
Clearly, the Queen of Thorns wanted to take advantage of the boy's position to put important families of the domain in Valyria.
'Hand of the king' thought Dickon.
He looked at the changes in his older brother.
He was still fat but also muscular, and with courage if demonstrated in the last battle.
The boy felt like he was in another universe.
Dragons.
White walks.
Kings and Heroes.
And now his brother the right hand of the king of Valyria.
'What world am I in?' he thought.
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Tywin looked at the information.
Euron had given it to him, a few hours ago.
The old man closed his eyes.
The iron bench fell. Bravos betrayed his former masters, and now Valyria has taken control of the capital, Essos, and Westeros.
The old man sighed, it was too late.
The members of the Iron Bank offered the cancellation of their debts, all those of the crown in exchange for the head of the king of Valyria.
But now with the dead shareholders.
The old lion didn't know how he did it.
'Spies infiltrated inside the bank' he thought.
Not even he had been able to achieve that feat.
The iron bank was always impenetrable to his spies.
His mercenaries attacking High Garden would undoubtedly fail, but it gave him some time to prepare his defenses.
"Everything that begins, ends," he murmured.
"Get out, you useless man!" He remembered Aerys telling him before leaving Kings Landing.
Tywin's gaze turned cold.
Some knocks were heard and the man looked at the door, his daughter, son, and a pair of men entered, Bronn of the Blackwater, Euron Greyjoy, and Qyburn.
The others sat at the table.
"The attack?" asked the queen.
"There is no news yet, but we knew they would fail your majesty," Bronn said.
The former mercenary looked calm, no one in the room trusted him because of his closeness to Tyrion Lannister.
"The attack will be at any moment, our enemies are approaching, east, west, north, and south," Tywin said.
"The seas are protected, seven hundred ships must cross," Euron said.
"Did you forget Valyria and its dragons?" Jaime asked.
"I still have my horn," He informed him.
"The Balistas are also ready, a dozen of them, six around the walls, four around the red fortress, and two on ships," said Qybrum.
Cersei nodded.
"Besides, there are still the memories that the last Targaryen king left us," the queen reported.
Tywin nodded.
'Perhaps you were useless in life, Aerys. But I will use your Valyrian fire well' he thought.
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Oberyn gasped as he tore through another wraith.
The prince of Dorne attacked with speed.
He heard some screams and saw how another of the guard fell prey to the hundreds that surrounded them, some explosions were heard and the prince saw that a path was opened.
"Run, Little Prince!" he heard and saw a bearded man with an ax come to help him, Tormund Giantslayer, his new best friend on the wall.
Oberyn smiled at the sight and ran towards him.
"This area is lost" reported the former prince of Dorne.
The wild pitching in.
"I hope the reinforcements arrive quickly," the savage whispered.
[T/N: This is getting interesting, you can't really blame an old fool for fighting to keep what he has had since he was born, but still won't help. I wonder if the entire second book will be about the white walkers, seeing as it is just as long as this book but a lot of stuff are finishing in this book. If you like this chapter then leave a comment, write a review, and drop some stones. If you want to read a few advanced chapters then check out the P@treon or the Ko-fi.]
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