The next morning sun bathed the grand halls of the palace in Pentos with golden light as Alex stood in his study, gazing at a detailed map of Westeros spread across a table. The cities, castles, and regions of the Seven Kingdoms were marked in meticulous detail. He had been contemplating his next move for days, but the decision was made for him when the system's voice echoed in his mind.
"Mission Unlocked: Unification of the Seven Kingdoms
Objective: Bring all the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros under the banner of the Imperium by any means necessary.
Reward:
25,000 Credits
2 Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk with full crew
1 Fully Crewed Attack Submarine
Failure Condition: Mission remains incomplete within 3 years."
Alex's eyes widened slightly at the system's words, but a small smirk crept across his face. "I knew this was coming," he muttered.
The reward was enticing, but more than that, the mission aligned perfectly with his long-term vision. Uniting Westeros would not only cement his and Daenerys's legacy but also ensure peace and stability across the continent.
"Do you accept the mission?" the system prompted.
Alex took a deep breath and replied firmly, "I accept."
"Mission accepted. Progress will be tracked."
The system's presence faded, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts. He turned back to the map, his mind racing. The war of the Five Kings was already tearing Westeros apart, and factions were vying for power. It was the perfect time to make his move.
He summoned Daenerys and their trusted advisors to the council chamber. Daenerys arrived quickly, her violet eyes filled with curiosity.
"What is it, Alex?" she asked as she took her seat beside him.
Alex leaned forward, his hands resting on the table. "I had sent Ser Barristan to the north of Westros, to secure us their loyalty towards us, after that We're going to unite the Seven Kingdoms under the Imperium. Just like what your Ancestor Aegon the conqueror did hundreds of years ago".
Daenerys's eyes widened slightly, but her expression quickly turned resolute. "It is my birthright, Alex. But how do you plan to do this? The Seven Kingdoms are fractured, and their lords won't bow easily."
Alex nodded. "That's why I sent Barristan to the North with five squads. The North respects strength and honor. If we can help Robb Stark in his war, we'll earn his loyalty. From there, we'll move south, gaining allies and crushing opposition. Here's what I have been thinking of how to start the conquest of westros.
Alex outlined his strategy:
In the north, we will Aid Robb Stark to win his war and secure the North's allegiance.
Free the Riverlands from Lannister control and bring them into the fold. In the south, Subdue the Reach, Stormlands, and Dorne through diplomacy or force.
After all that we Overthrow the Lannisters and take the Iron Throne.
Manuul spoke up, "If we're moving into Westeros, we'll need more resources. The gun factory is operational, but we'll need to increase production to equip our forces."
Alex nodded. "Start increasing the producing rate of rifles. I'll allocate additional resources expansion if needed. Westeros has never seen anything like them before".
After the meeting, Alex and Daenerys went to inspect the gun factory. Manuul had done an excellent job overseeing its construction. Rows of machinery clanked and whirred as workers assembled rifles with precision. Alex summoned several skilled craftsmen and assigned them to oversee production, ensuring the highest quality. While this was happening in essos, on the other side of towards the west, the war was getting intense.
On the other side, Westros
In the dimly lit halls of Dragonstone, the Red Priestess Melisandre stood before Stannis Baratheon, her ruby necklace glowing faintly.
"You are the chosen one," she said, her voice smooth and assured. "The rightful king of Westeros, destined to sit on the Iron Throne. But to claim it, you must act. The flames have shown me your victory."
Stannis, his face grim and determined, leaned forward. "If I am to rule, I need more than words and visions. I need men, ships, and a clear path to victory."
Davos Seaworth, standing nearby, hesitated before speaking. "Your Grace, I may have a solution. Salador Saan, a pirate captain, owes me a favor. If we promise him gold, he'll provide the fleet you need."
Stannis gave a curt nod. "Arrange it. We attack King's Landing."
Davos met with Salador Saan in a hidden cove. The flamboyant pirate grinned as he listened to Davos's plea.
"For you, my friend, anything," Salador said, stroking his beard. "But I'll need my payment in advance. Gold, jewels, something shiny."
Davos sighed. "You'll have your gold after we win."
Salador chuckled. "Then we set sail for King's Landing."
After that with the addition to pirates fleet and with his army, Stannis's fleet, a massive armada of ships, sailed into Blackwater Bay under the cover of night. The walls of King's Landing loomed ahead, lit by torches and catapults ready for battle.
As the fleet approached, a single ship floated toward them from the city, seemingly abandoned. The sea was eerily quiet.
Davos squinted at the ship, unease prickling his spine. As he inspected the ship, he saw the green liquid pouring out of the ship into the bay. Soon the gravity of the situation kicked in as he was about to tell them to retreat...
BOOOOM....
A huge green explosion occurred destroying nearly half of stannis fleet.
The wildfire consumed Stannis's ships like paper in a fire. The water turned into a hellish inferno, screams echoing through the chaos. Davos son died in this explosion as well but no one cared as they were trying to save their lives.
the damage was done. Half of the fleet was destroyed in moments.
Despite the devastating loss at sea, Stannis's forces reached the gates of King's Landing. His men fought fiercely, battering down the defenses. The city teetered on the brink of collapse, the defenders overwhelmed.
But just as defeat seemed imminent, the sound of galloping hooves echoed through the air.
The battlefield turned, and Stannis had no choice but to retreat, his dream of victory shattered.
In the throne room, Tywin entered triumphantly, his golden armor gleaming. He knelt before Joffrey, who sat on the Iron Throne, trembling.
"The city is secure, Your Grace," Tywin said.
"You're late!" Cersei hissed, but her relief was evident.
Tywin ignored her, turning to Joffrey. "We must consolidate our position."
Littlefinger stepped forward with a sly smile. "The Tyrells were instrumental in our victory. A marriage between Joffrey and Margaery Tyrell would cement our alliance." as he told them that She is still a Virginia in his own wording.
Joffrey preened, pleased with the idea of marrying the beautiful Margaery. As she knew much better than sansa, how to impress her audience.
Far beyond the Wall, the snow-covered wilderness lay silent except for the sound of crunching footsteps.
The Army of the Dead marched in an endless procession, their icy blue eyes glowing in the darkness. At the head of the horde was a White Walker, its skeletal face twisted in a permanent snarl.
Among the ranks of the dead were giants, their massive forms towering above the rest. They moved slowly but relentlessly, their goal clear: the realms of men.
Back in Dragonstone, Stannis brooded over his defeat. As he grabbed Melisandre by her neck," you told me i was the chosen one, that we should attack king's landing. What the fuck happened?" He asked as he has lost a lot in just one night.
Melisandre tried to reassure him. "This was only a setback. The Lord of Light still has plans for you." and with the manipulative words that she used to calm stannis and made him listen to her.
In the great hall of the palace in Pentos, Alex sat with Daenerys and his trusted advisors. but Alex's focused as he addressed the council.
"The Martells of Dorne have long harbored a grudge against the Lannisters for the brutal murder of Elia Martell and her children during Robert's Rebellion," Alex began.
Daenerys nodded, her expression stern. "Elia was my sister-in-law. What happened to her was an atrocity. If we can bring Dorne under our banner, it will bolster our strength and help weaken the Lannisters' hold over Westeros."
Alex leaned forward. "We'll approach them not just with promises but with power. Ancalagon will be our messenger of might, and I will personally ensure they understand the benefits of aligning with the Imperium."
Raven, the spymaster, chimed in. "The Martells are proud and stubborn, but their hatred for the Lannisters runs deep. They'll listen if we offer them revenge."
Daenerys placed her hand on Alex's arm. "Then it's settled. We'll go together. With Ancalagon by our side, no one will dare deny our strength."
Two days later, Alex and Daenerys prepared to leave for Sunspear, the capital of Dorne. Ancalagon, now an awe-inspiring more than 130 feet long, stood ready outside the city gates. His black scales gleamed under the sun, and his wings created powerful gusts as he stretched them.
Daenerys approached Ancalagon with a confident stride, her silver hair shining. "Are you ready, my son?" she asked, her voice calm yet commanding.
Ancalagon lowered his massive head to nuzzle her affectionately. "Always, Mother." His voice, deep and clear, resonated like thunder.
Alex mounted Ancalagon's back, helping Daenerys climb up after him. "Let's give the Martells a visit they'll never forget," Alex said with a smirk.
With a mighty roar, Ancalagon took to the skies, his colossal wings casting shadows over Pentos as he climbed higher and higher. Alex didn't take any ships with him being they were a lot slow compare to a flying dragon. He plans to summon some unsullied when lands just in case something happens.