Chapter 29 (Patreon)

And so wedding night started, the big point changer in my story, where I had to accept my new life as it was with all its ups and downs. I can’t keep running from things that don’t match my understanding of my past laws, I was whether I liked it or not in a new world, and they were things that were expected of me.

So all I could do was accept my unavoidable destiny, so with that in mind I decided to get to know Daenerys as as I could before we consummated our marriage, but getting to know someone in less than ten minutes was impossible to say the least, for her I was stranger, for me she was someone I read about, we were basically in the same position, in the unknown, but for her it was more difficult, her brother practically sold her for an army.

Would she end up as mad as she did on the TV series? Or would my presence in this world prevent such development?

“I… it will hurt,” I sighed, I had experience with women in my past life, but I never made love to a virgin, all I knew was what I have heard or read about, “I will be a gentle as I can,”

Daenerys shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to say, she had yet to give me consent, and no matter what I was not gonna take that step without consent.

“I won’t do anything if you are not comfortable,” I smiled trying to sound as soothing as possible, “I know that I’m a stranger for you, and frankly it’s not easy,”

Daenerys looked at me for a second before she smiled, “No… I want to do this,” 

And our marriage started with a kiss.

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I don’t know how many hours we were in our room, consummating our marriage, but time started to feel loose.

I was in the bed, looking at my wife, as she eyed with curiosity the dragon eggs that I bought, that were originally intended for her.

“I always wanted to see a dragon,” Daenerys smiled.

Life might surprise you, life might, “One day you might, who knows?”

Daenerys looked at me as she put the egg back in the box, “That sounds like a dream,”

“And often dreams come true,” I chuckled, as my wife went to bed with me, resting her head on my bare chest.

I dozed off into sleep as I brushed my wife’s hair with my fingers, underneath us were our blood stained covered sheets, that marked me as her first and last man, because unlike Drogo, I was not going to die and leave her alone, I took a vow to keep her safe and that I would do, I would leave long enough to sit in the iron throne and rule it all.

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I woke up next morning with Daenerys cuddling close to me, her naked body touching me ever so gently.

My wife, the future mother of my children, I was not stupid to think I loved her already, but one day I would, and one day she would love me.

I carefully got out of bed, making sure to not wake up my possibly sore wife, once I was out of the bed I started putting on my clothes, getting ready to face the new problems ahead of me.

Once I was fully dressed I got out of the room, being equally careful to not wake her up with a sudden noise or something.

I then proceeded to walk to meet with Viserys, and discuss our plans, he would have to die, but the how and when was the thing.

“So you finally come out, it is unwise to leave you king waiting,” Viserys said with a somewhat angry attitude, as he stood there with a smug demeanor on his face.

I stared at him for a second wondering if cutting his head would improve his attitude, but for now I had to wait, wait for the right moment, but regardless of that I wasn’t going to let this pretentious bastard tell me what to do.

“Get used to it,” I practically growled in response, daring him to take that obviously borrowed sword out, I knew he had never fought in his life.

Viserys ignored my comment as he asked, “Where is my sister?”

“Sleeping,” I informed him. 

“Go and wake her up,” Viserys turned her attention to a maid who nodded.

But before the maid was able to leave I blocked her path, “She’s sleeping, and she will remain sleeping,”

“I want her here,” Viserys hissed.

“And I want to leave my wife sleeping,” I growled, who the fuck he thinks he is?! “She is my wife, and is my responsibility now, that means I get to decide things like this, so don’t test me,”

I left the room, leaving a threat floating in the air, Daenerys was mine now, mess with her and I’ll cut you pretty head off.

Viserys was visibly shocked, as I left and his hand moved towards his sword but didn’t do much more than that.

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[Jorah Mormont POV]

In accordance with my deal with Varys I came to pledge loyalty to the Targaryens. What I didn’t expect was to find my son marrying Daenerys, he was so different from what I remembered, he had grown so much without me.

He had fought two wars, and won, he was a man, maybe he never needed me.

“Jorah!” Viserys shouted entering my room.

“Yes my king?” I inquired, not knowing why he was so angry.

“You are my loyal subject right?!” Viserys inquired angrily.

I nodded in response, “I am your majesty,”

“Then, if I ordered you to kill your son, should I need it? Would you do it?!” Viserys inquired, grinning like a mad man.

I would not, I have hurt my son enough already, but I had to play the part, and it’s not like I could beat him, something about my son , something about his glare at me yesterday made me feel a beast was hunting me, “I would your majesty,”

“Good, I might need it, if he keeps disrespecting his superiors, who does he think he is, speaking like that to a King, speaking like that to a dragon!” Viserys hissed in anger.

Unbeknownst to them an incredibly wise raven was listening to their conversation, “Hrmmm. To inform the great cornbringer of this I have. Yes the dark side of the corn I feel growing is.”

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[Back to Ronard Mormont POV]

I entered my room, a couple of hours after my disgusting conversation with the entitled king wannabe piece of shit.

Daenerys was currently brushing up her morning hair as I entered, her beautiful long silver hair barely covering her tits.

“You didn’t wake me up,” Daenerys said, but the tone was more of a question that a statement.

“You looked so peaceful sleeping, so I thought you deserved a good long rest,” I nodded as I walked into the bathroom, feeling Daenerys looking at me from behind, her eyes drifting slowly into my ass.

“So you finally found the best ass is Westeros,” I chuckled as she blushed looking away, “Hey you can look and touch… or bite… is yours after all,”

“I might,” Daenerys giggled, surprisingly teasing me back.

“Haha,” I chuckled.

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After having breakfast with my wife I started to machinate the best path to the Iron Throne, with or without me Westeros would go into war, I knew that much, King Robert would die, and soon after Ned Stark will see the fruits of his idiocy.

If I started my campaign for the throne now, I would make myself the sole target, and while I was somewhat confident in myself, it would be a suicide, but if I waited for them to start their own wars, it would be easy for me to dismantle them, a broken kingdom is easier to defeat.

Not to count I also had Daenerys by my side, and she probably was the only one able to hatch my dragon eggs.

As I was deep in thought, a raven flew into my lap “Hrmmmm. Bad news I bring, plotting the fake dragon is, Hrrmmm. Take care of him we must. Yrsssss.”

Raven Yoda, was back, good thing Disney doesn’t have inter dimensional lawyers, “So the entitled gecko is plotting, what an unexpected development, and by unexpected I mean I totally knew it would happen,”

Raven Yoda...Roda? took a step forward, “Hrmmm. At your call the corn order is, cornbringer. Yrsssss.”

“Very well,” I chuckled, and how could I not, “Hey do you think you can fly with a robe? I kinda want to dress you up with a small Yedi robe,”