Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 101:

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By the moment I arrived at the Twins, Stannis had been already captured by Ned Stark, alongside some of his close advisors, among them were Melisandre, Davos and some of his generals.

"There wasn't much of a fight, your grace," Ned Stark said as he bowed.

"I wasn't expecting much of a fight" While it was true I didn't expect much of a fight, it was still surprising he went all in with this stupid idea.

"The one they call the Red Witch wants to speak with you," Jon informed me.

"Very well, lead me to the prisoners," I said as I followed Jon, not before leaving Oberyn and Ned behind with one last command, "Accommodate our new forces,"

"As you wish," Oberyn nodded.

"It shall be done your grace," Ned said with a short nod.

With that, we continued walking as Jon led me to the prisoners camp, I was genuinely curious as to what the red witch would offer me, by this point I knew she knew I was the so called chosen one fucking title. so the fact that she wants to help me is clear The how is what actually concerns me.

"Just a bit more your grace," Jon said as he guided me through the camp.

"How many soldiers did we lose?" I inquired trying to make small talk to kill the time in between.

"Around a fitfty...." Jon muttered, "I know it's an acceptable number but I would've preferred none died,"

Fifty soldiers sure was an acceptable number too fucking good "It's impossible to avoid loses in war times the best we can do is honor those who died fighting for our cause"

"I know, but I don't have to like it," Jon sighed as he gestured to me with his hand to some cages big enough to fit humans, "We have arrived your grace,"

"Thanks Lord Targaryen," I smiled as I purposely mentioned his new last name trying to see how he was taking that in.

Jon shifted a bit, showing he was still processing that, "My pleasure," with that he bowed and left.

Stannis was glaring at me, with a defeated expression on his face, anger, hate, self loathing, some many things were erupting on his face at the same time, Davos was shackled close to him with an expression that said he was done, done with all the shit.

Those expressions were easy to take in, what really creeped me out was what Melisandre was showing pure and unadulterated bliss, as if she had just laid her eyes on god.

*Caw! Does that bitch blink or what?* A Raven asked in befuddlement as he landed on my shoulder.

And I really didn't know how to answer that the damn woman hasn't blinked since I got here "You know you can blink it's not you like will miss something,"

"How can I blink when the light you bring is so beautiful so magnificent I can serve fire within you is blinding so perfect it's more than I ever imagined" Melisandre said tears running down her cheeks.

Okay another crazy chick I seemed to be attracting them lately "Now if you are done sucking my dick metaphorically speaking I want to know your plans,"

"All I have ever wanted to serve you," Melisandre said staring at me with happy and crazy eyes.

"And if I wanted to kill you?" I inquired, narrowing my eyes.

"Dying by your hand would be the greatest honor anyone could ever hope so," Melisandre said, and I could see in her face she meant every word she said.

"I really don't like you... burning people childs but unfortunately I think I need you you are probably the only one than can answer some of my questions and talk with the asshole that chose me and decided to leave me alone to deal with this," I sighed, "I will let you live but if you do one thing one little thing that I don't like or anything in general without my approval I will do the one thing I think you would hate I will let the Night King kill you"

This got Melisandre's attention, she tensed up, after all I had practically told her I was going to turn her to the satan of her religion, "I will follow your every command,"

"So he was the chosen one" Stannjs muttered with venom on his tone, "How naive I was how stupid I was"

"I don't really have anything against you Stannis but your life is a threat to my rule" I sighed, Stannis was my enemy but I really didn't hate him perse, I mean at much.. he was an inconvenience for my plans.

"Just get this over with," Stannis growled, it seemed his spirit was even more broken than his army.

"If I could ask for something...your grace?" Davos, the poor onion knight, in the show I found him to be a very likeable, very loyal, but with terrible luck.

"What?" I inquired.

"Can you spare Shireen...she is but a child is my last wish if you could find it in your heart to" I knew where he was going so I stopped him with a chuckle.

"I never wanted to kill her but she will lost all her lands money and social status and seeing you care for her it will be your duty to raise her," I chuckled, Davos might have marched against me, but with him I could spared to be merciful, he and Shireen were no threat at all to me.

"I. your mercy will not be forgotten your grace" Davos smiled.

After that I released Davos and Melisandre, Davos immediately warned me about Melisandre and how she would turn me crazy like she did with Stannis, but I reassured him I knew she was crazy and that she would not get in my mind, he while not sure of my words, decided to believe me, and immediately left to pick up Shireen.

Stannjs execution was northern style, he who passes the sentence should swing the sword, If you are to take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die, Ned words, which were true, and as the northerner I was, it was the right thing to do.

"Any last words?" I asked Stannis, my sword above his neck ready to leave a clean cut.

"He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword," Stannis said.

"Very well," I nodded, bringing my sword down on his neck, decapitating him with a single swing, leaving a clean cut on his neck that assured his death was painless.

[Peter Baelish POV]

Ronard had survived I was as good as dead Tywin would kill me the moment he can back from the war I had to run, perhaps if I played my cards right I could win the favor of Ronard but the point was I had to escape the capital.

But I had no idea how to do it, the guards outside made it impossible for me to communicate with my allies, I couldn't get out of the room , not even to eat, and I was under surveillance all day long.

"Varys" The old spider, while I hated the guy he would surely help me of course he would demand something in return but at this point I didn't care as long it allowed me to escape.

But how how could I reach the spider and his web, how could I reach my only option for escape, if I wanted to live I would have to be more resourceful and clever than ever.

"I can't die here. not after all I have made!" I said with resolve.

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