Chapter 48: Chapter 43
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Damian Blackheart.
King's Landing!
Last time I was here was during his execution, and before that when I last saw more of Robert Baratheon and was tasked by him to catch-execute Lorch.
Jaehaerys and I and the main group of "negotiators" flew in on Jaehaerion. We had Rex with us, who had made it to the capital in time for our departure and decided to join us.
We also had Shira and Uncle Daniel with us. Two other guardsmen had travelled a couple of days before us, along with nearly a thousand men, to provide security and make sure it wasn't a trap. Among them were four hundred of my kin who are already officially listed as Jaehaerys' home guard, four hundred Blades from the firebrands of Volantis, and two hundred wildlings led by Vel. While these will be on land, we will be supported from the sea by a squadron that is equipped even to fight Daenerys' dragons. And there are five ships of Davos and his sons and vassals stationed within the harbour. So not only do we have the strength to fight back, but to take the capital.
Daenerys' dragons circled near us at first, and then were angrily snarled away by Jaeherion, who was many times their size.
Although it must be admitted that the dragonlings of this "#Yajemate!" have grown three times bigger than when she first arrived in Sunspear. I've never seen them before, but I've read the reports. Drogon is now the size of a mammoth, plus a tail the same length as his body, and a wingspan to match. Rhaegal and Viserion will be smaller than their brother by half a dozen times, but will still be able to burn a small group of people if they need to. And Drogon Daenerys seems to already be able to saddle up and take flight.....
In the Dragon's Den, besides us and a small part of our guards, there were the gold cloaks led by Ser Bronn Blackwater and his squire Podrick Payne. Bronn was the entire commander of the Gold Cloaks, just as he had been under Tyrion. However, after the death of his dwarf friend, he managed to keep the place under Aegon, but I didn't see it then for some reason. And after Aegon's death, when Daenerys took over, Bronn distinguished himself by catching grain thieves and executing paedophiles and rapists. So he was given the fool Stockworth as a bride and became the owner of Stockworth Castle. We learnt all this from him. While we waited for Daenerys and her retinue.
And by the way, it annoyed us!
We waited an hour or so before Jon, using his warg powers, spotted the queen's entourage approaching and the queen herself. Then he quietly informed me while Bronn and Podrick were talking to Rex, Shira, and Vel. Bronn tried to hit on Shira and Vel, but when Vel informed him that my woman, he immediately backed away from her and spent more time with Shira, who was seducing a poor little feminine suitor named Podrick Payne. When he realised that she was out of his reach, he looked enviously at Podrick and just chatted about everything and nothing with Rex, who kept the conversation going. Then Daniel similarly joined in, while the other two royal guardsmen guarded Jaehaerys, who was sitting in a chair and "was in a trance". And then, as I mentioned, Jaehaerys told me in my ear that those bad men were on their way and immediately did as my apprentice did, taking Shira by the hand and leading her to the lower level. Where in a minute the loud and most natural moans and screams of Shira could be heard.
At that moment Daenerys proudly entered the place of negotiations in the company of all the Royal Guards, her consort, her maid of honour, and the entire very large as I am Small Council. A case where the name doesn't do it justice....
- Where is my nephew? - Daenerys looked round in surprise, her guards wary. - I don't see him among you, but I know he came with you.
I just pointed to the entrance with a turn of my head, and then Shira's voice came from there:
- YES, YES, YES, YES MY DRAGON!
Daenerys was stunned and her eyes widened in surprise. And then, after a few seconds, she began to blush and open and close her mouth like a beached fish.
- What's he doing there? - she squeezed out.
- He's making Shirou Starfish, Your Highness. - I replied courteously with a smile on my lips.
- How? - She seemed surprised by this honesty and the very sensitivity of the situation, as if she were a virgin, forgive the Lion of the Night.
- Well," I pretended to listen and looked at her again. - it looks like it's up the arse. Rex, what do you think?
He also pretended to listen, and turned to Daenerys with a face as stony as the statue itself and nodded briefly:
- That's right. It's in the arse. If it was in her mouth, she'd be mooing. And if into her vagina, she would moan more softly or even as silent. King Jayheiris has a habit of giving kisses to those he sleeps with. - Once again, he "listened." - Yes, right up the arse, Your Highness.
Daenerys, red as a cancer, stared at us with unblinking eyes, then at the dark entrance to the Lair descent.
- It's up the arse, Your Highness. - Oberyn Martell, who was also on equal footing with his brother in the delegation, said authoritatively. - Believe me, I know how to do it.
Daenerys certainly felt like a fool. Because of the embarrassment and the unconventionality of the situation, which was not prescribed in any rules and hardly ever happened in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, she did not know not only what to do, but what to say in such a situation.
Besides her, Robar Royce, Loras Tyrell, all the queen's ladies-in-waiting, including Margaery, were as red as a crayfish, their mouths and eyes wide open at the actions of the possible groom.
But no, that maiden named Thayna Merriweather is looking at it all with a smile and sparks of mirth and anticipation in her eyes. The Martells for the most part are just as surprised and a bit confused, but you can tell by the look in their eyes that they are laughing at the situation.
Jorah Mormont pales and blushes at such "insolence" on Jaehaerys' part.
The rest of the guardsmen including Selmy were simply embarrassed. As were Mace Tyrell and Jon Connington.
Olenna Tyrell, Varys, and Marvin the Mage were just looking at Jaehaerion, who was lying on the rocks not far from us, one eye open, watching.
- Do you... do you realise this is a negotiation? - Deni was indignant, but not indignant.
- Of course, that's why we arrived as agreed, on time. You were an hour late, and we waited, worried, nervous. This made our king irritated, which his loyal subject immediately began to help eliminate. And considering she's a Targaryen bastard, it's a typical House Targaryen picture. One Targaryen didn't wait for another Targaryen woman and went to relieve his stress with a third Targaryen of that blood. - I shrugged.
- So she's alive after all. - Marvin concluded.
- Who? Who are we talking about? - Mace Tyrell didn't understand. - Is there another Targaryen?
- The one with whom, now is Jaheiris the Third of That Name is none other than Shira the Starfish, illegitimate daughter of King Aegon the Fourth and mother of Mellisandra.
- Hmm. It seems I can confirm Lord Blackheart's words. - Varys said without a shadow of emotion. - After the interrogations, Mellisandra spoke of Asshai her homeland, where she was born. Her father was Brinden Rivers and her mother was Shira herself, her father's favourite illegitimate daughter. As you all remember, when we removed that amulet before her execution, we all saw her true age. Therefore, that Shira Starfish Shira is there... there is no doubt about it. It simply makes no sense for them to lie Your Majesty.
Daenerys glared at me, at Rex, at her Master over the Whisperers. Then she simply strode to the side where our political opponents were to be stationed. The rest of her "subjects" followed her. Though not all were loyal to her.
Before our departure we received messages through Davos from Thoros, who had met with him in the early days of his arrival with our message. He and Mendon expressed their desire to serve Jaehaerys again and would be willing to do any of his bidding. There has been no such initiative from the others. But that's not really necessary. The main thing is that if a fight breaks out now, we have two more Royal Guards in reserve to hit them from behind.
Some time passed and satisfied Jaehaerys came out of the darkness of the depths... I'd like to say the darkness of my grandmother's depths, but I'd rather say out of the Dragon's Den with Shira herself, with a satisfied mien, and walking a little slower and no longer with a smooth gait, which clearly indicates that Rex and Oberyn and I had a correct guess.
- You are long, my dear nephew. - Daenerys said in a neutral tone, looking at her relative.
- It is usually said to me with pleasure. - Jayhaerys grinned and settled into his seat beside me.
- This is the most surprising start to a negotiation in my memory. - grinned the Queen of Spikes.
- But quite peaceful, filled with the scent of peace, love...
- And of man's seed on the corner of this lady's lips. - the old woman interrupted me, showing me exactly where Jay had left traces of Shira. Who, not shying away from anyone, just licked off the semen and continued to smile at poor Podrick, making him blush. - Hmm. I guess this is the same Shira after all.
- I'm glad my nephew is alive. There are too few Targaryens left. - Denys is talking more businesslike now. I was tempted to say that Jay had started to work on the matter. He's got a son named John Greystark in the Dreadfort with Valyrian looks, sitting and warming himself in his mother's arms. But he quelled that noble impulse. - There are only two of us, not counting your bastard. But that only proves that you can have children, unlike me. And that's good, because it means you can marry a noble lady and give a future to our Dynasty.
- Yes, it does. - Jaehaerys nodded calmly. - It is part of my plans when I am finally crowned in the sept of Baelor.
- I'm afraid it's not possible in this form. - She shook her head.
- Is there something wrong with the Sept of Baelor? - "Concerned," Jay asked. - Well, I guess we can do without it, then. It's just a matter of having a High Septon, that's all. I don't care where the ceremony is to be held, I'm not picky about that.
- That's not what I meant.
- Then what did you mean? - Jaehaerys leaned forward.
- I am the rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms! You're my nephew and a legitimate Targaryen, I don't dispute that you're entitled to the throne. But I was crowned, and I was born to do it. I brought magic and dragons into this world. If you are to defeat the Night King, it will be under my leadership.
- You are aware that the Great Council once decided the right of succession and women only take the throne if there are no legitimate male heirs. And I am alive and well, Auntie!
- That is a thing of the past. I remember not long ago, Lord Blackheart and his companions swore an oath to Shireen Baratheon. - she turned her eyes on me. - And no decision of the Great Council prevented him from doing so.
- The Council's decision was about the Targaryen dynasty, not the Baratheons. - I shrugged. - Besides, I served Stannis first, and Renly betrayed House Baratheon's interests and rebelled against his blood kin, who was senior to him in the line of succession. Just as you are now. And I will not serve rebels and traitors. Stannis saw his daughter as his heir. That's why I swore the oath to Shireen. Though I wasn't particularly happy serving a woman. But I did my duty.
- You've changed suzerains often enough. - said Jorah Mormont with a sort of reproachful tone.
- Ha!" I wanted to answer, but the question knocked the air out of Jaehaerys, and he let out a chuckle. - That's an interesting observation, Ser Jorah. - He almost spat out the last two words. - Don't, Damian. - He stopped me again when I was about to say something to Jorah. - It seems I, as a representative of the Targaryen dynasty, must explain to this... white cloak the very mechanism of vassalage and knightly honour, as well as the basics of the laws of the Seven Kingdoms. - and turned to Mormont. - He who swears an oath to serve a certain king puts his honour and his word on the scales. How he serves says a lot about that man. Lord Blackheart swore an oath to King Robert and has served him faithfully as his vassal, obeying all his orders, and commands without compromising the honour of the crown or his own. He broke no law or charter of chivalry. Then Robert died and when the truth of Cersei's children's origins came out, he could have sworn an oath to the Lannisters, and knowing Damian, he would have risen to a high position there and now the Lannisters would be in your shoes, and my aunt would have had control of some lands, Dragonstone at most. But he supported Stannis, even though he didn't like him, he went along with the duty of honour and the law. That my uncle survived with his cousins, that the North joined Stannis in the war is a credit to Blackheart. And Damian defeating most of Renly's warlords is also to his credit. And with far fewer troops, resources, and even experience. He served Stannis faithfully and faithfully, and after his death, he didn't swear and defect to Renly as the most likely victor, but supported his only heir, Shireen, his queen. Once again, he fought, won the trust of the people and lands for his queen without asking for anything in return, no lands, no riches, no titles. And if Queen Regent Selisa's men hadn't blotted out Baelish's murderers, Queen Shireen would be ruling us now. He swore me in next, since there were no other legitimate claimants to the throne. He knew my origins, for he was no fool, but he was a loyal friend and could keep secrets. I also knew who I was, but I had no intention of taking the throne, but, alas, circumstances were stronger than we were, and I had to accept my origins and fight for the throne. And he has served me as my Hand, as my commander, my vassal and is my loyal friend. I have no one more loyal than him, he even went to his death for me, though he could have knelt before the impostor and become a member of his Small Council, start a family and live in peace. But honour means more to him than it does to some.
Jorah blushed, but said nothing. Jaehaerys did not calm down and added:
- Damian is tough on his enemies, very, you can't take that away from him, he loves battles, and that's no secret from anyone. But! He has never broken his word, he has always served all his suzerains to the end, no matter what, he is willing to die for me. He is a man of honour, unlike you. Who is before me? The White Cloak? How did you get it? From the False Dragon? That's not an indicator. He had no right to give you that cloak. Though your reputation has been tarnished since my grandfather's time. Ser Jorah Mormont is a northerner, that he is "knighted", which is unusual for a northerner, though not for me to say, but still! Then you married Linessa Hightower against the will of your kin, and then you got involved in the slave trade. Then when it was discovered that you'd broken not only knightly charters but also the laws of the Seven Kingdoms, you fled from justice. Then you wandered around Essos and eventually gave your precious wife as a concubine to Master Fox, if I'm not mistaken? After that, you were still in the ranks of the Golden Swords for a while, where you were recruited by Varys to spy on my aunt and uncle.
- What?!" Daenerys rose from her seat. - What is the meaning of this? Ser Jorah?
- My queen, I... I can explain, I was just fulfilling... I...
- Oh, Gods! - Deni covered her mouth and stepped away from Mormont. - Don't you dare come near me!
Mendon Moore and Thoros of Myr stood between them, putting their hands on the hilt of their swords, ostensibly preparing to even fight for her. And pushed Daenerys further away not only from Mormont, but from her retinue as well.
- You, Ser Jorah, are a liar and a traitor! - Daenerys said. - My nephew is right! It seems I have fewer loyal men around me than I thought.
- You listen to your enemy.
- Shut your bloody mouth, Jorah! - I said and stood up for a heart-to-heart. - Your mouth stinks too much of rot. Are you too white-coated to open your mouth at a member of the dynasty you're sworn to serve? Not surprising, considering who's barking around here!
- You whore's brat! - Jorah drew his sword and rushed at me, but then something happened that even I didn't expect.
The Drogon that floated in the sky roared sharply, which distracted everyone and made them look up.
And when Jorah looked up, he saw that Drogon was already a few metres above the ground, he grabbed Jorah with one mouth and flew back up into the sky, where he tossed Mormont into the air and began to set him on fire and devour him.
Everyone on Daenerys' side was horrified, even Mace and a few of the maidens fainted. And Daenerys herself didn't realise what was happening, and neither did I. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't know how it had happened and hadn't given any commands to her 'baby'.
I looked over to Jayhaerys and immediately saw that his eyes were now not silver like they always were, but purple like a Targaryen's. Rex had mentioned that when Jaehaerys casts sorcery, his eyes change colour, but I wasn't interested in which shade, my head was full of other things.
- Did you do this? - I asked him bluntly. - How?
- It's magic! - and he spread his hands and smiled.
- But it is impossible. How were you able to bring Drogon under your power? Why... why do I feel no connection to Rhaegal and Viserion?
- Because they recognised me as their "Master". This happens when a mage who becomes a dragonrider grows in his power, he can pass control of his dragon to someone not even of Valyrian blood, or he can take control of the dragon from one of his kin. I, on the other hand, have taken control of all three. Either way, I need them more than you need Aunt Daenerys.
- So the dragons are completely under your control now? - Ser Mendon asked.
- That is correct. - Jaehaerys nodded condescendingly and snapped his fingers, after which all three dragons landed on the ground beside us, and the largest of them, Drogon, leaned his muzzle close to our king, whereupon he received a scratch on his scales. - They are with me now.
Daenerys was shocked for the umpteenth time, she sat back in her chair and looked at Jaehaerys in silence.
- You know what the funny thing about this meeting is, gentlemen? - They were silent. - You don't? Too bad, I thought you would at least admit it to yourselves, but I can see in your eyes that you haven't even thought about it. Then I guess I'll tell you this. The funny thing is, you're trying to impose your will, your rules on me when you don't even have the right to. You want salvation, but you don't want to suffer loss. You want profit, but you don't want to put anything into the cause. You think I'm here to negotiate, and you're wrong again. Since Damian and I finally started playing politics, and fighting this war, we've probably had a hundred negotiations and more battles. I'm sick of it! I don't want to negotiate, nor do I want to fight for the Iron Throne! You've all forgotten one very important thing - I am the Dragon! A dragon soars through the sky, burning all the birds he meets, he can swim underwater, eating any fish, kraken, turtle or other aquatic creature, he can walk on the ground tearing to pieces or burning deer, lion, wolf, bear, snake, fox, he can trample on any flower or fell trees. He doesn't care about anything. But you've forgotten that. And you've forgotten how it was the Targaryens who raised so many families. Where were the Greyjoys, Tyrells, Tullys and Baratheons before Aegon? You've all forgotten what it is to have the power of a true, real king who is not a fool. That's bad! And you all want stability and salvation. For me to swear an oath to my aunt? - He looked at the seemingly waxen figure of Daenerys and looked round at everyone else. - What did you do to win? Did you wait for your enemies to kill each other? Poisoned someone in the hope it would do you some good, hired mercenaries? Or talked some sense into someone? Do you think that's enough to earn respect? Or enough to defeat the Night King with his army of dead men you can't negotiate with. Pay attention to these girls. - He pointed towards my female relatives. - They have been conceived, for the coming battle, they have trained and fought in an attempt to find that experience and courage to fight in one single battle, they have put their lives and dreams on it. Though it wasn't even dreams, it was choices that were made for them. They didn't choose their destiny, a choice was made for them. And that choice is for them to fight and die for those they have never seen, for you, your children, your lovers and mistresses, your vassals, the peasant in the field, the sailor at sea, or the thief from Flea's End. Though they deserve much better than that. I'm sick of you all! - His eyes glowed with a violet flame, causing the escorting guards of the noble ladies and lords to grab their weapons. - But don't worry, I'm not going to fight you, persuade you, or fight for the Seven Kingdoms again.
- Then what do you intend to do to regain your power? - Doran asked.
- Nothing! You'll either give it to me before dawn, or-" He looked round at everyone. - Or I'll just take all the dragons, all the mages, all the people who are loyal to me and sail with them to the Steps, the Summer Isles, or Sothorios, for example, and there Damian and I will build a new state with wine, quais, and whores.
Now I'm even prouder of my apprentice. It takes skill to stump the lords of Westeros like that.
- What?!" Connington marvelled. - Sailing away?
- Yes. I'll just leave you all alone with what's coming over the Wall. If I get nothing of what I'm entitled to, there's no point in me fighting. A man fights desperately for what he loves and values. And what do I have? Only my dragons and my friends who are with me now, and I have no lands, wealth, or loved ones in the Seven Kingdoms. The Starks supported my aunt. Lady Catelyn hates me, and I hate her. So I have nothing to fight for. If my sisters wish, I'll take them with me, but I won't fight. That's your problem now. - he got up and went to Jaehaerion. - You have until dawn, I will be five miles east of the capital at the camp the Wildlings have made for our men. Hurry up with your answer, I'll take any.
It was a complete out for everyone. Not what they had expected, but still, there was nothing they could do. Daenerys didn't listen to the dragons, they all realised that Jaehaerys was the Chosen One who was supposed to save them. But the Chosen One was not going to fight for them for nothing.
And now they had to make a fateful decision for this continent.
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It was about midnight. We were sitting in the tent with Jaehaerys, drinking and talking to the commanders who were with us, including Shira, Daniel's uncle and a couple of other female commanders about sailing with us to the aforementioned places. Daneel agreed to sail with us if the Westerosi didn't, because he took an oath and believes that the Lion of the Night has not wronged Jaehaerys and even if he sails "south" and doesn't fight the Night King, he should. The Guardians said they were made for battles, but they won't fight for the Westeros unless we fight for them. Shira has also expressed a desire to establish a new temple in Sothorios in honour of the Lion of Night, we are at peace for the blameless, as are the rest of the commanders and our kin. We'll offer our Continentals the chance to ditch them all and come with us to the new Expanse. The Wildlings have already agreed to it. The Rglorians were against it, of course, especially Kinvara when she found out. But they've done nothing. There's no answer yet. And Jaehaerys is untouchable and sacred to them. So they're just puffing and panting in frustration.
- Are you serious about leaving Westeros? - I asked, just in case.
- Yes," he nodded. - You've taught me a lot. And knowing when to fight to the end and when to walk away and leave it at that is one of them. They don't want me as king because of their plans and ambitions? Well, fuck them! My ancestors with less people, knowledge and dragons conquered Westeros, how am I worse?
- My apprentice! - I grinned and saluted him with a crystal glass. - I am with you.
- I know. I can always count on you.
Rex entered the tent as happy as a March cat.
- Will you join us for a drink? - Jaehaerys offered him a drink.
- You have visitors.
- And who are they?
- Jon Connington, Randil Tarly, Mendon Moore, Oberyn Martell, and Ser Bronn Blackwater.
- Well, let them call them. - I chuckled.
- Dave! - he shouted to one of his aides.
A few minutes later all three of them came in.
- My Lords. - Jhaerys saluted them. - Would you care for some wine?
- Thank you for your offer, Your Majesty. But we must decline. - Tarly refused.
- I think the ice has broken? - I asked. - Red Castle was ready to recognise its king.
- Not everyone wanted to swear an oath to the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms. - Oberyn answered with a smile. - But we persuaded them.
- Did you? And who was that, and how did you convince them? - Jay squinted.
- The Tyrells, Varys, and a few dozen other knights. But they're either dead or in custody. The spider is dead, I personally stabbed him through the heart and-" he pulled from the pouch he'd brought with him. - ...brought you the head of a traitor as a token of Dorne's loyalty to you.
It was Varys' head. I wish I had spoken to him before he died, as he did to me then. I had some questions for him, but now, alas, I will not have those answers.
- Remarkable. The Tyrells are in custody?
- Yes, all but Loras, he tried to fight, but a couple of arrows made him meet his ancestors early. - Tarly replied.
- Good. - We smiled contentedly, and Jaehaerys walked over and held his head in his hands. - I think the Spaceland will soon change its rulers. The Tyrells have long been loyal vassals of my House, but in the end, they betrayed it. They will suffer a terrible fate for it. And the Vale will need a new Guardian. Do you think you can do it, Lord Tarly?
Tarly's eyes lit up with satisfaction.
- I will serve you faithfully. - and knelt down. As will the rest of his attendant lords.
- Excellent. Then I think I should visit the Red Castle with my Hand and take the oath of office from all the lords, ladies and knights, as well as all the people of the capital.
- Then let us escort you, Your Grace. - Bronn said courteously.
The victory was won. I wonder what happened to Daenerys.
- What about Daenerys? - I asked.
- She threw herself out of a window. She cried and cursed Your Grace and a number of other people, including Falseagon, Varys, Mopatis, and her dead brothers. And then she couldn't take it anymore and threw herself out of the window right into the courtyard of the Red Castle. - Mendon Moore replied.
He wasn't lying. I saw it.
- Good. - Jaehaerys nodded. - When the oath is over, I'd like to see my aunt's body.
- Yes, Your Grace. - Mendon.
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