Chapter 75 (Patreon)
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Arriving at Pentos created a turmoil of emotions for me, for one I was somewhat angry with Illyrio and wanted to kill him making sure he suffered, but….
Conquering Pentos took approximately two hours and had little to no bloodshed whatsoever, apparently the high nobles of Pentos were quite the rational bunch, with the majority of them kneeling to save their lives and positions.
Which in turn made capturing Illyrio a really, really easy task.
He tried to escape on one of his personal boats, probably seeing how his idiotic actions had backfire his and that his only option was trying to escape, but sadly he was mysteriously eaten by sea creature.
I really hope my poor kraken doesn’t get an indigestion.
With Illyrio dead, Pentos was officially mine, though it still felt kinda off to win so easy, but I won’t complain, things like this rarely happen.
“What are our orders?” Ser Barristan inquired.
“We take control of the city and its assets and then we move to Braavos,in two of three weeks too,” I informed my war council as I leaved the room, what they didn’t know was that the real reason I was waiting was because of Oberyn Martell and the army he was bringing an army to support me, and push me to go with him to Westeros.
Which was an idea that had already occurred to me, because after taking Braavos under my control, which was by far the biggest threat on this side of the sea for me, I would be able to leave this continent and focus on the Iron Throne.
Leaving Daenerys behind,
I would leave Daenerys with a small part of my army to protect her and the cities we had already taken and with that I would move all my attention solely on Westeros, attacking the kingdom while it was weak and vulnerable.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to go to the kitchen and prepare something good.
It had been quite a while since I had eaten anything made by me, being a lord and stuff.
And much to my horror Westeros didn't have any pizzas or hamburgers, so I had to improvise to emulate those delicious godlike creations.
As I walked to the kitchen Daenerys approached me with the twins who were stretching their arms begging to be with their dear old dad, smiling my beautiful wife inquired, "Where are you going?
"To the kitchen, I wanna make some burgers, and now that I’m a dad it feels just right," I answered with a smile.
Daenerys looked at me for a second befores she asked with curiosity, "What is a hamberger?"
“One of the many items any dad needs to know how to make, is parenting one on one!” I chuckled, if she wanted to know she would have to eat one.
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The burgers were a massive success, maybe I’ll rip McDonald’s off, my family seemed to love them, including my old man who even helped me with the grill, and while I’m still angry with him, I couldn’t call that hate anymore, after everything everyone had done to me during the last few years he really doesn’t seem so bad.
Technically the assholes of this world made him look good by comparison, and if I had to be rational about it, he wasn’t inherently a bad person, just the most stupid person I have ever meet, and that’s bad, but not bat shit evil Cersei level.
So, I decided to give him a chance, because why not, he already had enough punishment with not being able to hold any lands or ever restore his lord title, he had no power over me, and he seemed to be trying to atone really hard.
“These burgers are amazing,” Jorah said, trying to make some small talk.
“Sad attempt, but keep trying,” I chuckled leaving him behind.
“These are really good,” Daenerys complimented, “Maybe we can make a business out of it,”
And there it was my influence on her showing off, “I was thinking the same, how about we call the business CornDonald’s” I chuckled.
Daenerys giggled, which in turn made the babies laugh with her, “Sure, we can also sell some corn, I suppose,”
I kneeled to the baby's level and with a baby voice said, “And our mascot will be Ronald CornDonald!”
*I already exist master,* Out of nowhere a Raven that… kinda looked like the joker flew to my shoulder, *Existence is pain master… caw, our lives are fleeting before us, don’t you understand master? With every cornless day the dark and sweet kiss of death comes closer and closer, waiting for us, haunting our dreams, and there will be a night were we will dream no more, were we will gasp for air but our bodies will fail, and all we can do every night, is pray today isn’t our night, but even then we can’t never forget that fateful day is just in the horizon, waiting for us, and we will have to walk through it, and that’s the one absolute truth in our lives, no matter our standing,*
*Holy fucking corn! That was dark,*
“That Raven is scaring me,” Daenerys smiled awkwardly.
“..... Me too,” I nodded, while thinking M, ‘Jesus fucking Christ, was the real Ronald McDonald this dark….’
*I… need time to process this,* Neltharion hissed.
*........Antidepressants he needs, for too dark that was….* Roda said after a second.
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After a day of nothing but having fun together, and… that incident with Ronald CornDonald, I decided to sleep
In a few weeks I would be marching to Braavos, and then to Westeros, things were not going quite as I planned but things were working nonetheless, and you don’t try to fix something that is working.
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[Oberyn Martell POV]
I was two weeks away from Pentos, and I never been happier, our justice, our vengeance, soon I would make those who hurt my sweet sister lay with blood.
The mountain, Tywin Lannister and Amory Lorch, they in particular would pay for what they did, I would make sure of that.
“The day of justice is coming, are you seeing this Elia, your brother will finally avenge you!” I smiled at the sky, for when the sun shone it was my sweet Elia smiling at me from above.
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[Ned Stark POv]
The Martells has joined us, saying the could support us with over forty thousand me, that along what Ronard and the north had was more than enough to crush the lions in the south.
An army of one hundred and eighty thousand soldiers, no matter how good of a strategist that old lion is, he was massively outnumbered.
And while I was happy Ronard had the Martells support I was surprised, they didn’t ask for anything, no money, no betrothal, no nothing.
Perhaps they were joining to make the Lannister’s pay for what they did to Elia Martell.
Regardless of their reason, this made Ronard’s claim massively better than it was before.
“Ronard is up for a surprise,” I chuckled.
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[Arya Stark POV]
Ronard was coming, I could feel it, father had joined his side and so did the snakes of Dorne, there was just a matter of time before he became our king.
Knowing this I focused even harder on my training, I had to help him, he saw talent in me when no one else did, he was the first friend I had outside my family, and whether he likes it or not he is part of our pack, and I will protect him when the time comes.
“Arya stop playing like a boy with that blade!” Mother yelled at me, angry.
“I won’t! I will be the first female Kingsguard leave me alone!” I shouted back.
“I won’t accept this!” Mother growled.
“I will be a battle lady, like Ronard said!” I stood my ground.
“That man is no king of ours! And no lady needs a blade!” Mother said, trying to take my blade.
“And what do you want mother,” Sansa entered the room with a faint getting between mother and I, “All you are teaching us is how to open our legs, and frankly that curriculum lacks a lot… or maybe it doesn’t I’m sure that opening our legs will work if we lose a battle and some men try to rape us,”
“Sansa! I will not tolerate this, you are out of line, I will!—-“ Mother tried to say but Sansa cut her
“We have father’s permission, you are the one out of line,” Sansa replied calmly, which in turn made mother slap Sansa on the face as she stormed out of the room.
“Wow that was awesome!” I said smiling at my sister.
“I suppose I am,” Sansa giggled rubbing her face, “But do try to avoid her when training, I don’t want to be slapped on a daily basis,”
“Will do,” I laughed.