Alex was seated in his study, reviewing the latest reports on the integration of Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh into his growing dominion. The cities were stabilizing under the new laws, and his management teams were working efficiently. Just as he reached for a cup of wine, the familiar chime of the system echoed in his mind.
[New Mission Issued]
Objective: Take control of Essos up to the mountain wall that divides the continent into two parts.
Reward: 50,000 credits and Super Soldier Serum (Perfect Grade).
Alex's eyes widened. He leaned back in his chair, contemplating the enormity of the task. The mountain wall was a natural boundary that marked the end of the Free Cities and the beginning of the vast expanse of the Shadow Lands and uncharted territories. Conquering everything up to that point meant subduing not just the remaining Free Cities but also the vast open lands and independent tribes.
"Perfect-grade Super Soldier Serum," he muttered, the possibilities swirling in his mind. He had checked that from system store, for whopping 500000 credits for just normal super soldier serum and for perfect it was 1 million. So, this is really good for him.
He closed the system screen and made his way to the war room, where Daenerys and his generals were discussing the latest diplomatic developments.
After briefing them on the new mission, Daenerys looked at him thoughtfully. "It's a bold step. But if we manage it, no one in other continent's will dare oppose us again."
Leon smirked. "Bold is what we do best. We've already taken three cities in two months. What's a few more?"
Alex nodded. "We'll need to plan carefully. The Free Cities know we're a threat now, and they'll be prepared. But first, we consolidate our current gains. No rushing into this."
Three months earlier, Jorah Mormont had arrived in Pentos under the guise of a traveling merchant. Exiled from Westeros for selling poachers into slavery, Jorah had been living as a sellsword and informant in Essos, struggling to regain some semblance of purpose.
When word reached him of Daenerys Targaryen's marriage to Khal Drogo and her subsequent rise alongside a mysterious new ruler, Robert Baratheon had seized the opportunity. Through Varys, the Spider, Robert sent Jorah to Pentos with a single mission: infiltrate Daenerys' court, gather information, and, if possible, eliminate her.
But Jorah hadn't expected what he found. The stories of dragons had seemed like nothing more than myths, but when he saw Ancalagon, the massive black-scaled beast, and the two smaller dragons flying over Pentos, he was awestruck. The power Alex wielded with his strange weapons and disciplined armies only solidified his decision.
Robert Baratheon was a drunken fool chasing shadows, but here, in Pentos, was a chance to serve a cause greater than himself.
The streets of Pentos bustled with life as Jorah made his way toward the castle. He wore plain clothes, his sword at his side, and kept his head low. At the gates, two unsullied guards crossed their spears.
"I seek an audience with your King and Queen," Jorah said firmly. "Tell them Jorah Mormont of Westeros has important information for them."
The guards didn't move, but one of them spoke to a nearby attendant. Within moments, Leon arrived, his sharp eyes assessing Jorah.
"What business does a Westerosi have in Pentos?" Leon asked, his tone neutral but guarded.
"I have no love for the one who sent me," Jorah replied. "I was sent by Robert Baratheon, but I've seen enough to know I was on the wrong side. I wish to pledge my loyalty to your King and Queen and share what I know about Westeros."
Leon narrowed his eyes but sensed no deception. "Follow me. But know this any treachery will be your last act."
Jorah nodded solemnly and followed Leon through the castle's winding halls to the Great Hall.
Alex and Daenerys were seated on the raised dais, discussing plans for the integration of their new cities. When Leon entered with Jorah, Alex's eyes narrowed.
"Who is this?" Alex asked, his voice firm. He knew exactly who he war but had to pretend infront of them.
Leon gestured to Jorah. "This is Jorah Mormont, from Westeros. He claims he was sent by Robert Baratheon but now wishes to pledge loyalty to us."
Alex leaned forward slightly, studying Jorah. "Why the sudden change of heart, Mormont? Betraying your employer isn't the best way to build trust."
Jorah stepped forward, his expression earnest. "I was a fool to accept Baratheon's task. I've seen the power you wield, the dragons, the armies, the changes you've brought to Pentos. You're not a petty tyrant like Robert. You're building something lasting. I want to be part of that."
Daenerys spoke next, her voice cool. "And why should we trust a man who sold his people into slavery to fund his comforts?"
Jorah flinched but met her gaze. "I was desperate, and I paid for it with exile. I cannot undo my past, but I can serve a better cause now."
Alex exchanged a glance with Daenerys, then turned back to Jorah. "You'll start by proving yourself. You'll be under Leon's supervision. One wrong step, and you'll regret coming here."
Jorah bowed deeply. "Thank you, my lord, my queen. You won't regret this."
As Jorah was led out, Daenerys looked at Alex. "Do you trust him?"
"No," Alex replied bluntly. "But trust isn't necessary. If he's sincere, he'll be an asset. If not, he won't live long enough to cause damage."
LATER THAT NIGHT
In chambers of Queen
"Alex, you think i am the only last of my blood left in the world".
"There is a boy and a old man from your bloodline in the north of westros" said Alex don't wanting to hide her family relatives.
Hearing that Dani got excited because from last 8 months she was thinking she is the last of her kind. "Who are they, can we meet them? And how do you know them?" Dani asked 3 question without taking a breath.
"Now's not the time, Dani" as he held her by her waist and came right infront of her, with both of their heart rate increasing. Alex has been waiting for ao long, today he thought he would go for it. If She didn't want him than he can just keep her as the face of Queen and get concubine. Because Alex didn't want to force her into thinking that she owed him for everything that he has done. He wanted Dani to accept him.
"They don't matter now Dani, in future you will eventually meet them. What matter now is the present, you and me" he said as he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. Alex could feel Dani getting flustered and trying to avoid eye contact. And that's when Alex leaned to her ear and kissed her on the cheek.
"I don't want to force you Dani, Take your time and let me know when you are ready, My Queen". Said Alex as he turned around and left her chambers in silence. With that Daenerys's slumped on bed, under the blanket thinking, what had happened. Because she didn't want him to leave but she was just to shocked and it's just happened so sudden for her, that Alex didn't realise that he should have waited for her decision. And let's just say He's is not great with women.
(Quick recap for those who don'tremember)
Meanwhile in westros
In the past few weeks.
In the Red Keep of King's Landing, Eddard Stark, the newly appointed Hand of the King, found himself uneasy. The death of Jon Arryn, the previous Hand, weighed heavily on his mind. Though the official cause of death was claimed to be a sudden illness, the subtle whispers in the castle halls suggested otherwise.
His investigation into the matter had begun quietly, starting with Jon Arryn's former maester and servants. What troubled him most was the last words Jon had spoken to his wife.
Sitting in his chambers, Ned reviewed the Baratheon family lineage. A book Jon Arryn had been reading before his death lay on the table before him: The Lineages and Histories of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms. The patterns were clear all Baratheon children born over the generations had dark hair, even when one parent was fair-haired.
And yet, Robert's three children Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen were all blond.
Ned's gaze darkened as he closed the book. Something was wrong, and it wasn't just the unnatural color of their hair.
Meanwhile Lady Catlyn had captured Tyrion Lannister and took him to Vale for justice. And that ended up being retaliated by Jamie and his soldiers, which ended up being Ned leg getting stabbed. After that was solved, While Ned delved deeper into his investigation, King Robert Baratheon had gone on a boar hunt, his favorite pastime. It was a chance for the King to drink, revel, and forget the burdens of rule.
But when the hunting party returned, it wasn't with the spoils of their hunt. Instead, they carried the King on a stretcher, his body pale and bloodied.
Ned rushed to the King's chambers, where Robert lay on the bed, groaning in pain. A massive gash ran across his torso.
"It was a damned boar," Robert muttered, his voice slurred from pain and drink. "A great beast. Got me good before I speared it."
Ned frowned. The King's cupbearer, Lancel Lannister, hovered nearby, looking nervous. Ned's sharp eyes caught the scent of treachery. Robert's drunkenness seemed far beyond his usual indulgence.
He didn't press the matter yet, but the seeds of doubt grew deeper in his mind.
As Robert lay dying, Ned resumed his investigation. With the help of Littlefinger and a reluctant Maester Pycelle, he discovered something chilling: Jon Arryn hadn't died of natural causes he had been poisoned.
"It was a subtle poison," Pycelle admitted under Ned's cold gaze. "The Tears of Lys. Tasteless and deadly. Jon Arryn never stood a chance."
Ned's hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. "Who gave him the poison?"
"I... I do not know," Pycelle stammered, avoiding his gaze. "But someone close to him would have had the opportunity."
Later that night, as he pored over the lineage book again, Ned's suspicions crystallized into certainty. Every Baratheon child had dark hair, from Steffon Baratheon to Robert himself. Yet Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen were golden-haired, just like their mother and her twin brother, Jaime Lannister.
The implications were horrifying.
Ned summoned Cersei Lannister to the gardens the next day. The sun shone brightly, but the tension between them cast a long shadow.
"Why did Jon Arryn die?" Ned asked bluntly.
Cersei's green eyes narrowed. "He was an old man, Lord Stark. Old men die."
"Spare me the lies," Ned said coldly. "He was poisoned because he discovered the truth. Joffrey is not Robert's son. None of your children are."
For a moment, Cersei's mask slipped, but she quickly composed herself. "You have no proof."
Ned stepped closer, his voice a low growl. "The seed is strong, Cersei. Robert's seed is strong. Every child of his bloodline has dark hair. Your children are blond. They are Jaime's."
Cersei's lips curled into a cold smile. "You're smarter than I gave you credit for, Stark. But you should have taken the throne when you had the chance. Power is power, and you have none here."
"You're playing a dangerous game," Ned warned. "I will tell Robert the truth."
"Do so," Cersei said, stepping closer. "But be prepared for the consequences. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die."
Ned watched her leave, his heart heavy. The truth was now a weapon in his hands, but the question remained when and how should he wield it?