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Robb looked at the plan on his table, they were two days away from Golden Tooth, controlling it was crucial.
"First Golden Tooth, then Ashemark, Lannisport," he whispered.
"Casterly Rock is a large and defensive castle, cutting off supplies is essential," Menique said next to him.
Robb nodded.
Cutting off supplies to the houses, Lefford and House Marbrand would cause the rock's food and supplies to decrease.
Lannisport would require us to cut off their water suppliers, but it had to be done little by little.
Take the castles.
Seal the borders.
One by one.
He also had to leave men to defend them.
Menique promised the nobles of the Valley to protect the fortresses, castles, and cities that were taken.
His uncle also did the same.
Of course, they also delivered military men and a large herd of horses to the king of the North.
This of course had Pegasus with which he went to battle.
As for Jon's gift upon his crowning as king of the trident.
Valyrian steel armor.
And gold.
A lot of gold.
"Oh, the king of Valyria sent a letter to Dorna Martell, declaring his intentions," Menique informed him.
Robb nodded.
"And as far as is known, Prince Quentyn is in his power, as well as heirs of several important houses of Dorne," said the Lord of the Vale.
"Will it calm the Dronenses?" he asked.
Menique denied.
"Too volatile, they always lose their minds in battle. Unfortunately, the hostages will only make Dorne press harder," he said.
"She conquers everything back," Robb muttered.
In the conquest, Aegon took the cities, but they were uninhabited.
The Dronians hid.
They waited.
When Aegon left, they killed his men and took back the city.
"Never bent, never broken," Robb said.
Menique nodded.
"An interesting saying... Even so, Valyria has a clear disadvantage, Dorne knows its territories" he said.
[T/N: Easy, you want to fight like cowards, I'll torch and salt the land, make you come crawling to me begging to be ruled.]
"Do you want to go?" Robb asked.
The valley lord bowed.
"I'm not a warrior, your uncle Brandon, he showed me that years ago... I'm the one who handles the information, I think I'll be more helpful in Dorne than here, Your Majesty," he said.
"Stepstone is very far away, Lord Baelish," he said.
Menique nodded.
"That's why I plan to go directly to Dorne," he said.
"The steps are in the southernmost part, Jon has an advantage over Doran, he can surround his city in a couple of days," he said.
"I doubt that the king of Valyria will choose that path," Menique said.
Robb raised an eyebrow.
"Just like Aegon, his wife being a Targaryen, he must know the history, just being master of Sunspear, will not give him Dorne. He must dominate the houses first," he said.
"Are you saying Jon will attack from the north instead of the south?" Robb asked.
Menique nodded.
"It would be the best strategy, Sunspear is a very well-defensible city, but its supplies depend on the north and the west," he said.
"Land and sea...Jon will block the land, and the sea, forcing Doran to surrender," he said.
Menique nodded.
"At least I think so, it's the best strategy," he said.
"Never bent, never broken... But dead," said Robb, nodding his head.
Jon wouldn't give Doran a chance.
"Unless they surrender," Robb muttered.
"That will not happen, the Martells are very proud," said the guardian of the valley.
Robb nodded.
And he looked at the map again.
"Has Yara arrived?" he asked.
"No, the supplies will take a couple more days," he said.
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Arya looked curiously at Bran talking to Gendry and Mya Stone.
"I am not a lord, I am a bastard," the great man told him.
"Come on, don't be like that, this is good for you," Mya told him.
Arya held back an amused smile at the sight.
Mya was a bastard of Robert as well, although she was born years before Gendry.
As soon as the girl found out who Gendry was, she began calling him, Bro, an abbreviation for brother, much to the boy's annoyance.
"Shireen is a woman, as bad as she sounds, she will not be able to inherit the storms, the nobles will not allow it," Bran said.
"But won't you marry her?" he asked.
The arranged marriage between Robb to unite the Baratheons and Stark was still real, Bran was to take Shireen as his second wife or Rikkon, who was a few years younger.
Robb preferred it to be Bran since he was closer to the girl's age.
"Even so, for the free people I am the king, once the others are destroyed, I plan to create a city beyond the wall to govern, I cannot stay with the storms, not to mention that the nobles won't support the marriage of a son of Robert, bastard or not, to Stannis' daughter who lost the war," he said.
The boy looked uncomfortable.
"Robert had other bastards," he said.
"Most of them dead at King's landing," Bran reminded him.
"Prince... I mean his majesty, I was not trained to be noble, if you want a sword, I will make it, you want a mallet I will, but governing nobles, I don't know how to do that " the boy told him sincerely.
Bran took him by the shoulder.
"Gendry you are a Baratheon, although you do not have his name, you have his blood, his ability, Robert was not always a drunk...He was once the best warrior of the seven kingdoms, a just man...you inherited everything good about him, the Stormlands will know it just by seeing you in battle " he said.
Gendry felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"Yes, be the boss," Mya told him and grabbed Genry's shoulders and pushed him out of the place to get some air.
"Gendry, a noble, interesting," Bran heard and looked at Arya.
"You know he's good for the title, he has the blood, guts and he's a good man," he said.
The girl nodded.
"The only thing missing is for Robb to legalize it and Stannis's family to accept it...and of course a suitable wife," he said.
Arya looked upset for some reason.
"Perhaps a noblewoman from the land of storms, or the north... Or perhaps a princess?" he said with a provocative smile.
Arya blushed.
"Oh really? What princess would marry that useless man? "She told him, looking away from him.
"I know one who would be delighted with the idea," Bran told her with a smile.
Arya looked at him with a furrowed eyebrow.
"You're crazy!" she exclaimed.
"And you're in love," he laughed.
Arya blushed.
"NO!"She reproached him.
"Oh, the wolf was tamed," Bran mused dramatically.
Arya approached him threateningly.
Bran wasn't afraid at all, he had his windshield just in case.
Arya crashed into the invisible barrier.
"Do you want to fight?" she asked.
"Fight? With you? Arya, I am the king beyond the wall, the one who has already killed white walkers and trains with the children of the forest...And you, the girl who hides," he provoked.
Arya let out a battle cry and Bran flew away, preventing her from catching him.
"YOU WILL PAY, PUP!" Arya shouted at him.
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Danny listened on the throne to everything he told her.
Varys and Tyrion stood on one side of the room.
The spy furrowed an eyebrow at that.
"Why?" she asked.
Pypar shrugged.
"I can only presume, and my presumption is that Joffrey was uncontrollable, Tommen young and easy to influence," he said.
Tyrion cursed, not realizing that.
"I see," Danny muttered.
"Don't worry about Olenna, I have spies working for her," he said.
"Can she get to us?" Danny asked.
Pypar shrugged.
"She thinks so, but we really have her where we want, if there are problems with the Tyrells. We have enough evidence to convict her, that would make her grandchildren, who are surrounded by lions, sacrificed," he said.
"Would the Lions sacrifice Margaery Tyrell?" she asked.
Pypar turned to Tyrion.
"What do you think, Lord Lannister?" he asked.
"Completely," he said.
"The king?" she asked.
"Dorne, or at least getting ready," he said.
The queen sighed.
"I didn't expect Doran Martell to commit such stupidity," she said.
"Dorne will be a problem, the king will refuse to sacrifice citizens and the Martells will undoubtedly use them as shields," he said.
"Do you think so?" she asked.
Pypar nodded.
"The king knows what he does, but it will take him more time than he thinks," he said.
"What do you think he will do?" she asked.
"Attack from the north," he said.
"Preventing supplies from reaching Sunspear," Danny said.
Pypar nodded.
"Anything else?" she asked.
"There have been strange movements in the land of storms, I fear that a rebellion will appear soon," he said.
"Tyrell?" she asked.
"It's possible, although Tywin may be involved too," he said.
"Jon in the south, Robb Stark in the west...It seems that the east is defenseless," she said.
"I assume that means we'll go say hello," Pypar said with a smile.
"And I assume that everything is ready," she said.
"Almost," she heard.
Danny turned to see Sam enter. He had returned from the Seven Kingdoms, shortly after the battle at Pike, at Jon's request, to help Daenerys.
Tyrion looked at the king's hand.
A title that he aspired to have and failed to take when he could.
He had been seen with the son of the Tarly house, trying to manipulate him and failing.
Sam had laughed at the dwarf's attempt and looked on calmly.
"What will you try now, Lord Tyrion? Threat? Blackmail? My death, perhaps? " he asked.
Tyrion looked at him and blinked.
Sam was an intellectual man, yet he had good muscles.
Tyrion felt like a child who had been scolded when Sam's eyes met his.
"You are no longer in the seven kingdoms, Lord Lannister...In Valyria, abuse, fraud, or murder is not rewarded, here it is punished" said the Hand.
"That's not what I meant, hand of the king," Tyrion smiled.
Sam laughed.
"Do you aspire for my title? To me, who was there when this was nothing more than rubble? To me, Who built all from Redsun to Mantarys" Sam told him.
Tyrion furrowed an eyebrow.
"Who created from the baths to the Dragon nests...No Lord Tyrion, if you want my position you must earn it like me, by working, if you are not satisfied with what you have obtained in Valyria, I myself will go to the queen, and I will ask that I let you go...If you are not satisfied Lord Tyrion you can return to your family in Westeros, to be executed like the rat that you are...Here, you have no name, your blood does not matter, your legacy is nothing...Here everything is earned by working, it doesn't matter if you are a noble or a commoner, a dwarf or a giant...Here in Valyria, those who work are rewarded, even a peasant can be the hand of the king if he shows the talent, even a prostitute can be a servant of the queen if she has talent and strives to get it...No Lord Lannister, you are not in the seven kingdoms anymore, you can't get what you want just with your name...No more, if you don't really change your attitude, dwarf. You'll leave," the boy finished, leaving him alone, a few weeks ago.
"Sam," she greeted.
"Your majesty," he said.
"I was hoping you would stay here, run Valyria," she said.
"I have left enough men to handle her, I won't be able to live with myself if I don't protect her and my godson," he said.
Danny smiled at him.
"I have Jorah and Ser Barristan," she said.
They both appeared on one side of the room.
"No doubt very well protected by muscles, but not from here," he said, pointing to her head.
Then he turned to the aforementioned.
"No offense intended, my lords," he told them.
Ser Barristan smiled at him, and Jorah nodded.
"Although Jon will be surprised to see you, my lord," the boy said to Jorah.
"I guess we should tell him about the Meeren fiasco, Daario's death, and the second children," Sam said.
Danny bit her lip.
She should have informed her husband.
But he was already there.
Jon had warned her that Daario was not trustworthy.
But from that to organizing a revolt with the former masters, simply to be able to stay with her, was the last straw for her.
Luckily in the revolt, Danny came with her dragons and an army to support Meeren, and Jorah escaped from prison and eliminated Daario, helped by Ser Barristan.
Danny granted him a pardon for his crime and he joined the queen's guard.
'Jon likes Jorah, but he's probably reproaching me for Daario... He's probably telling me, I told you so,' she thought, annoyed.
"Your family is in Sam's domain. Are you sure?" she asked.
"My family is Eli and little Sam...If the Tarly attack the queen, I will take care of them without any mercy" he clarified.
Danny looked at him with a little sadness and shook her head.
"Prepare everything, let's go visit the place of my birth"
[T/N: And the Queen of War shall step foot on the battlefield. NAH!]
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Jon watched from the terrace at Sansa and Prince Quentyn who were having lunch in one of the squares.
The boy sighed.
Sansa was hanging out with the Martell prince.
[T/N: Oh, the heart of a maiden]
'Does she remember that we are at war,' he thought, somewhat uncomfortable.
His sister seemed very happy down there.
She didn't seem to notice the discomfort with which the soldiers treated her, even her own followers.
But Jon doesn't bother her.
Sansa can do whatever she wants.
A plus point is that she continues to run the hospital, and she visits the prince in her free time.
If that changed, Jon would demand more from her.
But honestly, he didn't want to hurt her.
The prince was already in a bad position.
He had protection of course.
He couldn't leave him with untrustworthy soldiers.
Misfortunes happen in war.
And desires for revenge appeared even in the purest of men.
The boy turned as he moved to his throne.
The war with the Martells was not planned.
It wouldn't be like Astapor, Yunkai, Meeren, or Volantis.
"Controlling Dorne will be difficult," he muttered.
The boy was distracted and looked at the letter on his table.
A message from his wife, several months ago.
Daenerys had hired Tyrion Lannister as a currency advisor.
"This is not going to end well"
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