Chapter 42: Chapter 38
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Jon Snow, aka Jhaerys Targaryen.
The meeting with Balon Greyjoy took place on the shores of the Sunset Sea.
On Jaheiris' side was his long-standing troop of up to five hundred men, the entire Kingsguard, consisting of Ser Mendon Moore, Loras Tyrell, Emmon Q, and Thoros of Myr. And also there was Ser Rodrik Cassel with a small part of the Guard from Winterfell that guarded Theon, who was also here, as were the three eldest daughters of the late Mage Mormont.
A mile from the shore stood a small flotilla of fifteen ironborn vessels. Five boats separated from them and brought to shore Baelon, his daughter, his brothers Victarion and Aeron, and several lords.
Baelon was no longer a young youth, but he was no longer an outspoken old man either, anyone who would say he was weak would be mistaken. Regardless, he was one of the most experienced warriors in the Iron Islands and the upcoming fight between Jaehaerys and Baelon would be an interesting sight.
- Balon Greyjoy. - greeted Jehaerys. - Before we begin, I'd like to suggest that you settle this peacefully, that you swear an oath to remain Lord Reaper of the Iron Islands and become my father-in-law.
- No! I came here to fight. Don't test my patience, boy. I want your blood. Your kind brought the Iron Islands to their knees once, but not again. You have no dragons, so the past will not be repeated.
- Well, so be it. I tried to do it with less blood, but if it's a duel, so be it. - Jaehaerys nodded. - Let's begin!
They stepped away from their men and stood beside the rocky shore of Cape Dragon.
Both were in armour, only without helmets. Baelon had an ordinary, albeit good quality one-handed sword and a one-handed battle axe, while Jayheiris had a left handed shield and a half sword.
Jayheiris kept to his right side to leave Baelon on his left, shielded side. Baelon quickly realised his stratagem and changed his position, they converged next to the stream of water that beat against the rocky bank of the promontory, the sound of water and steel mingling.
Baelon struck with his axe, and Jaehaerys took it on his shield. The force of the blow made his arm go a little numb and his teeth grit, Baelon was strong. The return swing of his sword struck Greyjoy below his raised arm.
Baelon circled round, trying to get around Jaheiris on his unprotected side, but Targaryen turned to meet him, preventing himself from being outflanked on his weak side. Baelon struck one crushing blow after another with sword and axe. Jayhaerys, ducking under his shield, struck at his foe's legs, arms, and side, but the sword bounced off the good shell each time.
They circled, and the water bubbled beside them. Baelon attacked, and Jaehaerys defended, looking for a weakness in the ironborn.
And finally, he found it!
Baelon raised his battle axe, and a slit appeared under his armpit. There was no armour in that place - only light chainmail. Jayhaerys covered himself with his shield, calculating his timing. The axe collapsed and took off again. Jaehaerys seized the moment and drove the sword point straight into the gap.
But the gap closed quickly, Baelon reacted and swung his sword back at him, and his axe struck the shield hard, causing it to split in two at the worst possible moment, but it still held as well as the axe, which Baelon could not pull out of the gap. Jaehaerys immediately struck from above, with his sword, which Baelon deflected, but he had to let go of the axe and move away.
Jayhaerys threw his shield into the raging water and prepared to fight on, but Baelon's blow left a light cut on his cheek, but Jayhaerys was able to step back quickly and the wound was not deep.
Baelon fiercely attacked without giving Jayhaerys a chance to take the offensive and at one point Baelon jumped on his opponent and dragged him into the water.
They both lost their swords on the shore and found themselves knee-deep in water. As soon as Jayhaerys was on his feet, Baelon came at him with his bare hands and a fist fight ensued.
Jayhaerys was even glad of that. Damian had invested a lot in his men and in hand-to-hand combat, and he had especially invested a lot in his squire, then a squire who was one of his best students.
And Jayheiris took advantage of all his knowledge and the tricks Damian had taught him.
After a couple of minutes of fighting, Baelon's face was red from his blood and bruises, his left arm was not obeying well, and his ribs ached. Jaehaerys, on the other hand, only had a smashed lip and a split eyebrow.
Baelon went for a takedown, but with a deft move from Jaehaerys, Baelon found himself on his knees, Jaehaerys went behind his back and put his feet on his ankles, twisted his right arm, broke it, and with a knee on his back, forced him to plunge forward into the water.
Baylon tried to break free, but he could not, he was choking on the salt water and losing strength.
Soon Baelon's body weakened and he died like a true ironborn in battle and in the native element that would send him to the Drowned God.
Jayheiris rose to his feet tiredly, and looked to the shore where the ironborn and the Northmen stood. His wounds were a little sore from the salt they had received, and smoke was coming from these small wounds, from the heated blood.
- The duel is over! - announced Jaehaerys. - I am now king of the ironborn as well. - He closed his eyes for a moment and stood still for a few seconds, then opened them and walked towards the shore.
- Lord Victarion, I think I may entrust you with the swearing in of the Ironborn?
- Yes... my king! - Kneeled he and the rest of the Ironborn.
- Theon! You may return to your homeland now, but be warned, one more move like the one you made at Winterfell and I will come for you, and not even our future kinship will stop me from punishing you. Do you understand?
- Yes, my King. - And he kneels as well.
- Good. And now I think Lady Asha you may follow me to Winterfell, and there we will perform the marriage ceremony.
- We would also like to do it according to the laws of the Iron Islands. - Aaron Wethead has spoken.
- Good. As soon as we have the wedding ceremony in Winterfell, Asha and I will fly to Pyke. - Jayhaerys agreed with a smile. - By the way, any of Asha's relatives who want to can attend. It won't be for another month. Before then, we'll have some business to attend to.
- Come? - Asha, Theon, Victarion and Aeron looked at each other in surprise.
- GR-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A! - A huge shadow of a dragon swept over the people's heads.
They looked up to the sky and saw the creature that had been thought to be extinct for a century and a half. A huge black dragon that hovered over the place where they had met and exhaled flames.
- Yes." he grinned, even with a sneer, "We'll fly in on my dragon. After all, every true Targaryen should have his own dragon.
If the Ironborn had any thoughts of disobedience up to this point, they evaporated now with the landing of this monster and the sight of his scarlet eyes....
Damian Blackheart.
What a good time to be resting at sea. Or rather, in my cabin with the lovely Mia Stone, daughter of the late King Robert. She knows her business when it comes to pleasing men. I don't know how many she's had, but she hasn't lived as a nun. That's good.
I wonder what Robert's other daughter named Colla is capable of. She's a prostitute with a bit of experience, but still, with experience and a technical background. We'll have to visit the brothel where she's based...
- What are you thinking about, my lord? - Mia asked, from under her ajar blue eyes. Mia's head rested on my chest, her fingers stroking my scarred breasts. She tried to press her breasts, and her whole body, even closer to me.
- So much for the idea that sometimes even in war there is room for peace and joy. - I grinned. - I don't mind fighting, though.
- Do you like war like my father? - she asked.
- Even more. Once I lived without it, but now I think that those times are far behind me like a terrible dream. Without war, without battles, I don't feel... complete. I love the blood of the enemy flowing down my blade, I love taking other men's women, the spoils of battle. I also love power, strength, self-respect, honour, glory and more.
- You're the Hand of the King. You must have plenty of that, then?
- Almost. All that's left is to bring the whole country under the authority of one king and his Hand, and then I'll be able to do a lot of things more easily. - and then he slapped her on the arse. - Don't put me in a Maester's state!
- What am I supposed to do? - she asked playfully, but still innocently.
- If you want to move your tongue, move it where you need to move it. - and guided her head to his groin.
She obediently took it into her mouth and during this bliss I began to enjoy life again.
Vel was now somewhere on the top deck of the ship, kicking the crap out of her negligent subordinates. Too bad we couldn't have a threesome now. If I could just find some redheaded babe and I'd have my Westerosi version of the famous VIA Gra group.
The journey to the Valley was a great success. To my surprise my arrival coincided with the arrival at the Eagle's Nest of Petyr Baelish with Princess Myrcella, who was to marry Robin Arryn. Even before my arrival, I had passed messages to John Royce and co requesting a preliminary secret meeting with them. And they agreed. They were the official delegation that met me and saw me off and those who wanted to overthrow Lysa. She was disliked in the Valley, and she had recently fallen out with all her allies. In the end, she didn't have much support. And after my offer to capture and interrogate the "traitor" Baelish, which was well received, both they and I learnt a lot. Or rather, in my case, his words were just confirmation of my hunches and knowledge. The only new thing I learnt was that he had stashes of dirt and money all over Westeros and even in some of the Free Cities. We split the money with the nobles, each side getting up to a million gold pieces. We also divided the money we haven't managed to get to yet. That's about another million in the Free Cities and a million and a half in the rest of Westeros. And what was in the Vale was his main stockpile. As for the dirt on the Vale's nobility, I've mostly given it to Royce, who's sworn an oath to Jaehaerys. He would have to keep control of the Valley for the first time, and that would be an additional leverage. As for the rest of the houses and people in the South, I kept them all to myself.
Lisa's been arrested, and I think she's already died of heartbreak, and the boy will be finished soon, if he isn't already. Politics is politics, after all. Baelish and even hysterical Lysa (under my intimidation) confirmed that he is not an Arryn, but Baelish's bastard. We also got Myrcella after a brief fight with her only "white cloak" in the form of Osmund Catleblack, his brothers and a hundred more Lannister soldiers. So, Myrcella is on the same ship with me to Winterfell, where I will hand her over to Rex. He'll be able to find a use for her, because I've yet to come up with anything but banal blackmail of Cersei and paedophilic fantasies.
I stayed in the Vale for another fortnight after the truth was revealed to the world, collecting my share of the gold, for there were many caches and I needed time and guides. Mia was one of the most experienced. Yet she dreamed of the glory of a warrior like her father. A lord or even a few knights had screwed her over with marriage, so she wanted to make a living as a warrior. Of course, I've had her tested before, and since then she and Vel have taken turns sharing my bed. There in the Valley I recruited a few dozen Highlanders, two dozen knights and fifteen captains of merchant ships, with whom I sailed to Braavos to meet the board of the Iron Bank of Braavos and pay off our debts to the Iron Bank. We had incurred all the debts of the crown, and after that they could not help any other pretenders to the throne. We paid off the debt with the help of my kin, who had paid another million to the WD, and after that even left us some money to buy more food and ships. Which, in turn, should have already raided Sunspear and burned the fleet there and the harbour itself. We can't let the enemy relax just because we're negotiating with the Iron Islands or the Vale. This isn't a Baratheon rebellion. They won't get away with 10,000 men. I'll have their arses for that pig, like I did Obara's, only this time it's indiscriminate. I didn't have time to fuck Tiena last time, so when I meet the Martells next time, it's not just her arse I'll be prioritising...
After Braavos, I decided to visit Lorath and negotiate with the rulers of the city to help us. Of course, they wouldn't be as helpful as Braavos, but we had to meet. A week later we left them and went straight to White Harbour.
Suddenly, Vel burst into the cabin.
- There are enemies on the horizon. It's the Fox ships. Ten warships and another dozen and a half smaller ones.
- That's odd. - I was surprised and pushed Mia away. - We're close to the coast of the North, aren't we? Are they lost?
- I don't know. But they're coming right at us.
Yeah, well, we've got a couple of smaller warships. But it doesn't matter.
- Get the men ready. I'll get dressed and get out.
- Aye!
- Help me get dressed! - I ordered Mia, and she forgot about her nakedness, which she was hiding from Vel, and began to help me.
There wasn't much commotion on the deck of my ship. The sailors and warriors were tried and tested and not new.
- Are we to cross swords with these Lysenians? - Robar Royce smiled and drew his sword.
The youngest son of Bronze Royce, it turned out he had survived the Battle of Blackwater and returned home, unwilling to swear an oath to anyone. And after recent events, both his father and him had hinted that Robar wouldn't mind accepting the White and serving Jaehaerys. I was fine with that course of events. There are only four Royal Guards now anyway, and Robar's a pretty good fighter and knight in the Valley's usual sense. So we could use a man like that.
- That's right. Will you come with me on the boarding party or will you guard the prisoner?
- Preferably you. But I'd be willing to stand guard. - he answered honestly.
- Good. Vel! Keep an eye on the prisoner.
- Got it. - She snorted and went downstairs to Myrcella's quarters.
- You will come with me, Sire.
- Yes, Lord Hand.
After half an hour of a small chase and manoeuvres of both our and enemy ships we managed to equalise the numerical advantage of the enemy and after a small shelling docked with the enemy ships, a boarding battle ensued.
Mostly we had to fight with former pirates and traders who had decided to attack us when they saw that we were a little less than them. But the training and skill of our men was far superior. So we escaped with minimal casualties. On each of our ships only 5-8 men were killed and another half a dozen or a dozen wounded. We killed almost all of the enemy, and interrogated the ones we caught. They turned out to be some Lys privateers, who were on their way to Braavos, but because of a small storm deviated from their course, and when they saw our small squadron, they decided to make a profit at our expense. They're "true sailors," so they got a kick out of it.
In the holds of the captured ships were slaves, spices, ivory and dragon bone, various utensils, some gold and silver, as well as books, mirrors, fabrics and many other small things.
But one find pleased me, especially because of which I even for joy left the life of the surviving Lysenians. And the thing is that among the trophies that I found in the cabin of the captain, who turned out to be one of the last representatives of the Rogar family, their ancestral sword of Valyrian steel - "Truth". A beautiful half-armoured sword, black as the night itself and with flecks of purple and slightly larger flecks of purple and scarlet.
As it turned out, the captain of the ship on which I picked up this marvel did not know how to use it, he was old and weak for it, and carried the sword with him because of prestige and conceit.
He's still a Rogar! - he said, probably to himself.
In any case, when he arrived in White Harbour, he would have to quickly find a craftsman and replace the hilt with a lion's head.
The small ships had far fewer crews, and they were mostly slave matrons. We killed their officers and overseers, gave them their freedom and offered them service in the Royal Merchant Navy. They gladly accepted. So we gave them only a couple of helmsmen and captains from among the former second and third mates, plus a heel of soldiers for order, and sailed to White Harbour.
Three days later we were already in Manderley's fiefdom. We handed over part of the Royal Merchant Navy to his care and stayed with Wyman. The old hog tried to slip me his granddaughters as wives, but I made it clear to him that I wasn't interested in them and I was about to marry Sansa Stark, and I was the future Guardian of the North, so he left me alone.
After a little rest from the road, and having done all our business, we set off for Winterfell. Already in White Harbor we learned the outcome of Baelon and Jaheiris' duel. Though I feared for my candidate, I was confident in him, for I had trained him personally, and Thoros was with him, if anything. So I had no doubts about the success and survivability of the wolf cub that had become a dragon. The Iron Islands are with us now.
The whole North, and I think not only the North, is talking about the dragon Jaehaerys, who was named Jaehaerion, in honour of King Targaryen, the first of that name. After all, this dragon is two hundred years old, apparently hatched from an egg that either Queen Alyssana or Jehaerys left behind when they visited the North.
The dragon seems to me to have absorbed Targaryen and Stark magic, which explains why it hasn't died of hunger and cold yet. It was eating a lot of magic in hibernation, and after Jaheiris showed up at Winterfell, it was already starting to awaken a little bit, at least that's what our rider told me when he communicated with it mentally and with the empathy that they had between them.
So the claim that the magic of this world has sprouted because of Daenerys is already wrong. The child of the prophecy is Joni-boy, not this mad wench.
Winterfell was bustling with activity as Jehairion floated alone in the air without his rider.
Jon Jaheirious himself was sitting in his office, which used to belong to Ned Stark, reading the stacks of reports that were periodically brought to him.
- Aren't you glad you're king already? - I grinned.
- Yes, I'm thinking of giving up the throne, handing it over to False Aegon, and getting away from all this.
- Why don't you do it?
- A life with good guards, servants, access to a lot of money and beautiful women does the trick. - He smiled at last and leaned back in his chair. - It's good to see you. How was it?
- Pretty good and profitable. I'll tell you the details later. I brought you Myrcella, by the way.
- Should we put her in Rex's care?
- I think so. I don't have much inspiration to think about her fate just yet.
- So why did you take her for yourself? - The brunet squinted.
- To have. - I answered and laughed. - By the way, I brought you another future Kingsguard, Robar Royce. He was in the Rainbow Guard, but he survived the Battle of Blackwater and went home afterwards. Didn't want to swear an oath to anyone.
- Right. Rex is interrogating him now. He should be out in about an hour or two.
- I see. Any news from the South?
- Nothing of any particular importance. Just some timid secret messages to your father and Warwick Hawke from those knight houses and lords in the Riverlands and the Kingslands who swore oaths to the Lannisters about a possible re-swearing. The Golden Tooth has been taken and held. Although the Lannisters in the West do not yet have a serious force to repel the Golden Tooth. Alisanna Lefford was killed in the assault, and her father died in captivity from illness. The castle is ownerless now, who do you think should take it?
- Theo Frey. He's been with me since my short time in my father's service. He's a good and sensible commander, loyal and without rot. In fact, I think we should look to Castamere and Tarbuckhall for men beforehand. Lannisport we'll give to Manderley, Casterly Utes we'll hold on to for now, maybe I'll take it for myself. I think it's time to write to Clegane and an old friend of mine from Silver Hill. They're Tywin's bannermen, but they have no love for the Lannisters and are pragmatic men. They can be won over to your side.
- I see. By the way, after your talk with her and your advice to her to reconsider your future together, Sansa has decided to marry you.
- I see. Well, then, when are we going to marry her?
- Right after me and Asha, I think. Three days.
- When's yours?
- The day after tomorrow. You're just in time.
- Well, we got some goodies on the road, so I won't leave you without a present.
From there, our conversation descended into drinking and Jaehaerys' admiration for me and my luck. Finding a Valyrian sword in such an unexpected place is worth a lot.
Two days later, Jaehaerys and Asha were married. It was according to the laws of the North. There was feasting, there was revelry, there was fighting. Theon and Victarion and a few other noble ironborn came to this wedding and raised goblets in their honour.
Anyway, Rodrik Cassel said that this wedding was not much different than Catelyn Tully and Eddard Stark's wedding back in the day. Only this time the newlyweds had bedtimes.
I participated in them as well and even felt the lower and upper "nineties" of Jaehaerys' consort. Why? I'm allowed to, I'm the "escort", and as the Hand I need to familiarise myself with what the young prince or princess, or rather princes and princesses, will suckle in the future. Whether they want to or not, I will make those two stamp out little Targaryens like real rabbits.
Then there were three days of public festivities, after which came my wedding to Sansa. She was 14 and a half years old. For these parts it's normal not only to get married, but even to give birth. Although we're going to wait to have a baby. She'll give birth to my sons in another year and a half.
Everything went the same way, only now there were few relatives on my side. Only Rex, my grandfather, and a few other monks from Kvart and Asshai. They would also assist us in the war and were already preparing surprises.
And then there was the first wedding night.
I did not deny myself the pleasure of taking Sansa, despite her young age.
With her mother's high, thin cheekbones, pale skin, beautiful blue eyes and thick, chartreuse-coloured hair of the Tully family. A smiling, charming, sweet, unusually graceful girl, shorter than me by a head, with breasts about a size two, a waspy waist, a flat tummy, and a fluff of red hair like her lush head.
She was shaking like a leaf in the wind and there was fear and uncertainty in her gaze at me.
- There's no need to be afraid, Sansa. - I smiled at her and pulled her around my waist with one hand and took her chin with the other and kissed her gently.
She was stiff for the first few seconds, but little by little I deepened the kiss and she began to respond ineptly. Soon my hand went round the back of her head and I deepened the kiss even further, running my tongue into her mouth, caressing her uvula. With the other I stroked her arse.
Then I grabbed her arse with both hands and lifted her to the bed, where I gently, so as not to traumatise her psyche (I'm not Robert Baratheon, I don't need another Cersei), laid her on the soft bed and began to kiss my way down her skin. First her neck, then the hollow between her breasts, then her nipples, twisting and caressing them, caressing her breasts as she sighed languidly, then down to her belly, down to her navel, and then my head between her legs, caressing her bosom.
Her moans were getting louder and louder with each movement of my tongue, her hair was already spread on the pillow, her hands were clutching the sheet, and her legs on either side of my head were thrusting apart, squeezing her, just tensing and relaxing, and so on.
Soon she finally melted and grasped my hair with both hands pressing my face into her crotch, I began to penetrate her virgin womb with my tongue even deeper and added one finger to her arse, she cried out and her sphincter tightened but I could move my finger.
With my free hand I reached her breasts and began to fondle her right breast.
After a few more minutes, she cummed profusely, duplicating it with a loud shriek.
I pulled myself up on my arms and kissed her again, she responded immediately and even put both arms around my neck.
My cock was already stiff, resting against her belly.
I carefully brought it to the entrance of her womb and gently began to plunge it into her. When I hit the virgin barrier, I tore it open with a careful and atypical movement that made Sansa squirm and clench her fingers and toes, and then, after waiting a moment, I carefully entered her fully and kissed her tantalisingly open lips, and again she responded by wrapping her arms around me.
After waiting a little while for her to get used to my size, I began to move a little slower and then a little later gradually increased my speed. Soon, Sansa herself was moving her hips towards me, matching my pace and moaning sweetly.
I began to push her into the bed, caressing her nipples, licking and biting them in turn, occasionally interrupted by kisses, while she scratched my back with her nails, for I had not left her arse alone. My fingers were massaging her anus, then penetrating it one by one.
At one point she arched under me and screamed loudly, and her already tight womb gripped my cock even tighter. She cummed again. Soon after a couple of dozen thrusts, I cum too.
I lay on my side of the bed with my hands behind my head, but soon Sansa was asleep, and she threw her leg over my pelvis, wrapped her arms around me, and rested her face on my chest. And only then did she fall asleep.
Hmm, well, that's it for now. In the future, one visit won't be enough....
The next day Jaehaerys left Winterfell with Asha and the two guardsmen, Mendon and Thoros, and travelled to Pyke for the wedding. Dacey Mormont, a couple of Highland lords and a few minor lords and knights from the Riverlands and Stormlands also travelled there by sea. But they had already travelled overland first, and then they would board ships in the Dark Forest and go to Pyke from there. The bride's guests were going with them anyway, so they would not start without them.
Before we left, Jaehaerys and I had thought about the availability of a Master of the Ships and a Master of the Laws. Besides, given the size of our fleet and the fact that the Ironborn were now with us, we needed to reform the fleet management. So Davos Seaworth was appointed Master of Ships and given the title of Admiral of the Seven Kingdoms, thus gaining supremacy over the other two Admirals.
After all, we still have Auran Waters, whom Jehaerys legitimised as Velaryon and gave him his family's lands in advance with the lordship, recognising the illegitimacy of his daughter-in-law and her son's possession of them. They had recognised Aegon, so they were traitors. So he legitimised him, made him a lord, albeit formally, but also gave him the title of Admiral of the Narrow Sea and subordinated to him all the warships we had in the Narrow Sea, except for Salador Saan's mercenary fleet and another three dozen mercenary ships of other captains.
We made those ships a separate category and gave the rank of Admiral of the Steps to Saan and sent him with those ships to the Steps to "faithfully serve, watch the law and destroy enemy warships and merchant ships". To put it simply, he covered smugglers, captured all "not our" ships, of course, except neutral ones, carried out reconnaissance, bothered eyes and ears of southerners, and in general did a lot of small things.
And we appointed Victarion Greyjoy "Admiral of the Sunset Sea" as our admiral. After the wedding ceremony of Jaehaerys and Asha on Pyke, we gave him the task of attacking the West and the Expanse, with the help of a small fleet from the North that was in the West, as well as a small part of the landing force that would be a mix of wildlings and my old trusted men. But my men and the wildlings would be landing mostly in the Western Lands and would be under the command of other personalities. And the Ironborn will drink blood from the Tyrells.
And I'm beginning to prepare my march south to the Riverlands. It's time to stretch my bones. My men are getting too stale in the North.
I will take 15,000 men with me. Four thousand more mercenaries will be arriving soon from Braavos to make up this army. Maric and Quibern and his apprentices are stamping out Blackheart's Flame now. In a month, we'll march south to the Riverlands to defeat the Lannisters. As soon as Jhaerys is done with the wedding, he'll join me at Harrenhal.
A new round of events and battles begins....
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