Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 82:

Author note: First... I'm sorry for the delay, I was... really and I mean really busy today, like you have no idea. Seriously.

The novel is around 56-60% done, I thought I would go down with 120 chaps but for the ending I have planned I need more, so there you have it!

Anyhow, if you want to read ahead go to my ptreon I have fifteen delicious... succulent, marvelous chapters ahead. /cornbringer

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It was time to go for the crown, but before that I had to make sure that Daenerys had enough military power to hold the cities we had conquered in Essos, considering that we had an army of one hundred thousand soldiers, I decided to leave Daenerys with thirty percent of our army, not counting animals. That way she would be safe, and with enough military strength to fight back.

In total, she would have at her disposal forty thousand soldiers, and about forty thousand animals, including horses, bears, ravens, and other animals. Leaving her with a total of eighty thousand soldiers ready to die for her. Meanwhile, I would take about sixty-five thousand soldiers west to attack the Lannisters, not counting my animals and Neltharion who had begged to go with me.

There was no longer any reason for me to stay in Essos; by conquering Braavos and eliminating all rats within the city, I had cemented our power in this continent as something unshakeable and unstoppable.

"I should go with you," Daenerys argued, she was not happy with my decision, and in part, I could understand her, but if she came with me to the west she would become a target for the Lannisters, whereas if she stayed in Essos, no one would be able to reach her, the Krakens would make sure of that stopping any ships that weren't mine.

"I know honey, but I need you to keep this place under control, you are my Queen, and you must rule this continent while I'm away," I said kissing her hand.

"I understand, but I don't like it," Daenerys sighed with a faint smile, and in her eyes, I could see clear as the day that more than wanting to avenge her family, she didn't want to be separated from me, which made me immensely happy, the fact that she loved me more than she hated those who betrayed her family was impressive of its own.

"A-da.A-ba!" Geralt babbled adorably once again melting my heart.

"You two are going kill daddy with that cuteness," I chuckled kissing my son on the forehead.

Alyssa on the other hand was laughing as she looked at me as if I were the best clown in the world.

"Is daddy funny?" Daenerys asked playfully to our daughter, who answered with more laughter.

"Hehe," I chuckled, carrying the twins high in the air, my two treasures, I thought with Daenerys I had experienced true love, and in a way I did, but with my kids, I felt like gravity wasn't holding me on the ground anymore, it was them, I would kill, die and suffer for them without hesitation.

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[Oberyn Martell POV]

After helping my new King eliminate the threats or rats as he calls them within Braavos, I decided to test how strong he really was by challenging him to a friendly duel. I knew he was strong, the almost one hundred thousand Dothrakis following him were more than enough proof, but I still wanted to see just how strong he was.

I lost the duel in under one minute, and I cant tell that minute was just him being graceful.

I wasn't prepared at all for the abysmal difference between our strengths, for the first time in decades I felt like a child fighting against a master, but with the difference that something inside me knew for certain that no matter how much I trained nothing would shorten that massive gap.

But this didn't bother me at all, on the contrary, I preferred to follow a King with strength and intelligence, someone who would lead his army by example, risking his life first so that others would do the same for him, that's the king of King Dorne would follow, not an entitled brat with a doubtful claim to the throne, we didn't care he came from a small house, or that he didn't have royal blood within him, in Dorne we judge the person by their worth, not that of their family. Though him having married Daenerys helped, but that only helped him so much.

"Well.. things ought to be fun with him around," I chuckled, eager to leave Essos, and wage war against those rotten lions.

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[Tywin Lannister POV]

In a fortunate event, Renly had died in a mysterious way, some said that a shadow entered his chambers and killed him, blood magic, others that one of his own knights had betrayed him, in the end, it didn't matter how died, because with Renly out of the picture we could turn this war in our favor, by marrying Joffrey with Margaery Tyrell we would secure an army that alongside ours would be able to face the young bear and his army.

The idiot of a daughter I had was not happy at all with my decision to marry her little mad dog off to a Tyrell, but her opinion on the matter was irrelevant and non-importnat, without this alliance we didn't have much of a chance of winning this war.

"Cersei will not forget this, Father," Tyrion said with a sigh.

"Perfect, let her, she is not here to rule, if she were we would have already lost the crown by now," I replied with apathy, Cersei had to understand that she was not as clever as she thought she was, in fact, among my children, she was the most problematic.

"On that, we can agree," Tyrion laughed for a brief second before asking, "With Renly out of the way, we can focus on dealing with Stannis, we still have time before the Young Bear arrives, any ideas?"

I glanced at Tyrion for a second, as he filled his cup of wine, before I answered, "Stannis is more experienced in the art of war than his little brother was in the art of war, but he is as charismatic as a cow, he doesn't inspire loyalty out of love or fear, he will fall in his time,"

"I see," Tyrion hummed, sitting back on his chair.

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[Olenna Tyrell]

The sorry excuse of a man whom we had allied with had died, and in part I was thankful, this, of course, led the lions to invite us to their side immediately, maybe they killed him, or maybe they were desperate with the imminent threat that Ronard Mormont represented

They wanted to marry Margaery to that little demon named Joffrey, rumors of his cruelty and madness had already spread far and wide across the seven Kingdoms, and I was not going to allow my granddaughter to suffer at his hands, Margaery would be Queen but not with that spawn of the hell as her King, Tommen Baratheon on the other hand, was as rumors say soft, king hearted and more importantly manipulable. Joffrey had to die.

Besides it not like anyone but his mother would miss him, but I doubt even Cersei is that blind to love that thing.

"When are we going to the capital, grandmother?" Margaery inquired, content with the idea of marrying hastily to secure her position of Queen.

"In one month," I answered with a faint smile, poor naive child, good thing she has me to protect her, otherwise the idiot of a son I have would doom her to a life suffering.

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[Jon Snow POV]

Humanity was in grave danger, the others, the white walkers existed and were moving, evolving, ever-changing, I had to let others know they were real.

But before I managed, to escape a cold voice stopped me.

"Humanity's time has run out, you now walk upon the darkness child, the light won't protect you here young Dragon, nothing will," The undead said with a cold tone, the same one that had killed my entire scout party,

"All will serve in death,"

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