Chapter 32 (Patreon)
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Daenerys was unexpectedly quite the passionate wife, maybe part of her Dragon blood, and more often than not I found myself just getting used to this type of treatment.
If I was going to hell, It would be for all the men I have killed, not for bedding my wife.
But I still had yet to figure out if she was trying to manipulate or not, she was genuinely sweet with me, but I had just incarcerated her brother, for me it just didn’t add up.
Was I being too paranoid, seeing plots where they weren’t any? Maybe. Perhaps she was just trying her best to make this marriage a successful one.
And yet, I had something stopping me from just trusting her, besides the fact we were strangers a month ago.
‘I should really just let this go,’ I thought, as I stood of my bed making sure to leave Daenerys sleeping soundly, ‘She tried to make it work with Drogo, I have to at least give her a chance, she was never a manipulator anyway, now Cersei, that bitch is crazy,’
I sneaked out of the room, to meet with Illryo and have him find me a Dothraki interpreter, my first step was learning their language, then I would have to start conquering all the tribes.
I had no issue with waiting and planning for the long run, the seven kingdoms would be there waiting for me, weaker than ever, ripe for the taking the moment I decided to go back, for now I would let those idiots play their games, because the moment I secured Essos would be the moment Westeros would be mine.
“Hey Illyrio, I need another thing for you,” I approached the Magister with a wide smile, which by some reason startled him.
“Yes..?” Illyrio asked cleaning his silk robe off the wine he had just spilled on himself.
“I need you to find me a Dothraki interpreter, I want to learn their language,” I chuckled as I informed him what I wanted.
“I don’t know why… but I feel it’s not my place to ask…” Illryo chuckled as he accepted his mission.
“Thanks, and you are absolutely right, is not your place to ask,” I smiled as I left the room, my destiny the training grounds, it’s been awhile since I had a good workout, that doesn’t involve me and my wife, not that I complain, but I can’t fuck my enemies to death… I mean is a possibility but is certainly not efficient.
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The training ground the unsullied use in a close environment, why I have no idea, but I don’t care, I start training hard, as minutes turn into hours until I hear someone entering the training ground.
Daenerys Targaryen herself descend from the comfy bed to look for me, as she walked close to me giving the incredibly sweaty me, a kiss.
She was wearing a blue beautiful dress with gold regalia and a gold dragon crown, that was one of the gift Illyrio gave her.
“You have to stop waking up without waking me up,” Daenerys smiled.
“Sorry but you look so adorable sleeping I can’t do that,” I said as I booped her nose.
Daenerys giggled as she eyed my ass for a second, “You are right, I married the best ass in the known world,”
I laughed, “My ass takes the compliment,”
“So training?” Daenerys inquired.
“Well, I have to occupy my free time,” I scratched the back of my head as I turned my gaze to the door, feeling someone behind, “While I wait for the Dothraki teacher,”
I signaled Daenerys to step behind me as I rushed towards the door, she immediately understood, and soon after I was kicking the door down, the other side was empty, no one but me was here.
‘I’m going crazy… I could’ve sworn I felt someone staring at me a second ago… I really need to relax… or be really careful…’ I thought making a mental note to order my ravens to keep an eye on everyone, if I wasn’t crazy and someone managed to sneak and disappear without being caught by me… well it was bad news.
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After my little incident were I felt I was being watched, I decided to send some ravens to get some of my men over Essos, I would need them for my plans.
I had also ordered my Krakens to protect my islands, and some ravens waiting for the war to start to deliver the message to my family we weren’t joining the Starks in their war, they insulted me first anyways, I had already done iré than enough for them and they still took a shit on my hard work, at least Ned did, if Robb couldn’t beat his last remaining death flag, The Frey’s and avoid his fate then frankly he was destined to die.
My only duty was my promise to Sansa, I might not be able to marry her anymore, but I promise I would always keep her safe regardless of our relationship, and that I intend to keep.
I already had a deal with Varys, and he was one to keep his word.
But that brought me back if the Frey’s betrayed the Starks again, Sansa would either die or worse end up marrying the old disgusting freak.
So in the end I might as well kill the Frey’s… no why would I… the Starks need to fucking do something for themselves… so instead I’ll warn them, a Raven here and there and soon enough their heads will roll.
If that didn’t ensure her safety, well I would have to unfortunately get more involved, either way I would keep my promise.
I also wanted to protect Arya, but not because I promise anyone, that one was more of a personal goal, I liked the little rascal, she was a free spirit that didn’t deserve all the shit she got, and while she ended up being badass, there were other ways to do so without getting all those emotional scars.
Noticing it was getting late, I started to walk back to my room, wondering how would this war end, victory was never one hundred percent secured, I was pretty confident I would win anyways, but what clouded my mind was, how many would die for me to get the crown on my head.
Shaking the thoughts off my head, I entered the room, and what I saw surprised me, one of those good surprises.
Daenerys was sitting on the bed with a very sexy dragon inspired bedroom clothing.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Daenerys said crawling to me, “My king,”
She is getting really good in the art of seduction, that much is sure.
“Well let's not wait anymore,” I smiled as I eagerly dived into the bed.
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That night I had a dream, a really vivid dream, it was so realistic it made me feel it was real, I woke up inside a tent, inside there were some Dothraki chanting something.
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
‘hlizif cub!’
What were they chanting…if only I could understand... all I knew was they were happy, I was happy… Why was I happy?
I started to look around, trying to make sense of the situation, trying to understand what was going on, but a voice I had grown to recognize the last few weeks caught my attention.
Daenerys was in my dream, covered in blood, but no hers, she was eating something… the heart of a horse…
‘The fuck does this mean… and why does this dream make me happy… this shit makes little to no sense’ I murmured in my dream as a white fog covered everything leaving me with nothing but questions.