Kapitel 68: Chapter 67
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I woke up early the next morning just to confirm what I knew, my army had taken over Myr, another victory I had lost during this siege around one thousand men, not really a great loss but still affected me in the long run.
Myr took apparently quite a while to subdue, for some of its people, like the nobles didn't want to bend their knee or surrender.
Resulting on the street of Myr being fully covered with lifeless bodies that were starting to rot out.
As for me, I did feel a bit better after delegating some of my weight to others, even if it was just for a short amount of time, it took a great deal of stress off my shoulders.
Maybe it was time to stop thinking I had to do everything myself because I didn't have to, I was a King and Kings delegate tasks reason why they have a fucking small council.
Taking a deep breath, I went out of the castle I had picked to slept in, trying hard not to breathe the air of the city, thousands died, and the streets smelled like shit, literal shit.
"My Khal, this city is yours to tule, part of your herd," My bloodrider said with a smile, "No one will oppose you here blood of my blood,"
I smiled at him, not really sure how to react, "Thanks," And then it occurred to me, it was time to delegate, "Have the streets clean, and the bodies burn outside the city, no slaves."
"As you wish blood of my blood," The man nodded, taking his mission and his men to complete it.
One thing off my things to do, now to see how things were going on Tyrosh, I did send two Krakens to stir the soup there a few days ago.
I also had figure how to deal with Illyrio, he deliberately tried to kill me, which by itself I couldn't care less, but the fact he had aimed for my wife and kids was unforgivable, and while I wanted to boil him alive, I would be the better and bigger men and will not let my anger control me.
He would still die, but in a less horrific manner, hanged perhaps, or decapitated? Maybe Kraken food, he seems like a good snack for some massive water creatures.
All of those are fast ways to die, and can't be considered torture perse.
"Roda!" I shouted, a few seconds after the raven landed on my shoulder.
*Hrmmm?* Roda tilted his head in confusion, wondering what I wanted.
"Go to Tyrosh and get me an update in their situation," I ordered my feathery friend, who took off to Tyrosh as soon as he was told.
All right, two things out of my to-do list, I'm crushing it this morning.
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[Daenerys POV]
Since that dark day, where the assassins tried to take everything from us, and Jorah helped us just in time, I started to think and wonder.
That perhaps Jorah was worthy of a second chance, If a man like him, the scum of the world like Ronard described him, was willing to throw his life away for us, and perhaps, just perhaps my brother was worthy of redemption as well, maybe the incarceration changed him.
We were the last of the Targaryen line; if he was willing, he could be the Lord of House Targaryen.
Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the prison cell my brother was being held at; I haven't seen him since he tried to plot against Ronard. That time was the last time I last saw him, but time changes people, time changed me.
I was hopeful that he was a different person, that he was willing to let go of his past and be free.
"Where are you going, my Queen? if I might." Dacey inquired.
"I am going to see my brother," I informed her, she was supposed to be part of the Royal Guard, so where I was or when was part of her job.
"Then allow me to come with you," Dacey requested, but I could see on her face she would come either way, just like Ronard these bears are stubborn.
"I don't see why not," I smiled.
"Then let me come to," Jorah said kneeling, "I offer once again my blade to serve my family till the end of my days,"
"I will discuss this with Ronard, but for now, you will serve with Dacey," I smiled, while I understood why Ronard hated him, I couldn't bring myself to truly hate him after he risked his life to save my most precious treasures.
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The dungeon was quite the depressing place, nothing but darkness and decay were seen in it.
Ronard himself had said our enemies deserve our worst as our allies deserve our best.
This was a place worthy of our enemies, a place worthy of those that try to stand in our way.
My brother's cell was in the deepest corner of this dark hole, where the rats and other vermins roamed free.
As I walked, I remembered how everything was when I met Ronard, I was a scared little girl, with nothing but the hope of going home.
Viserys was cruel, and demeaning, treating me like a tool for his game, and like a dream, Ronard saved me from my nightmare.
"Here we are my Queen," Dacey said, pointing to my brother.
"Viserys," I breathed out, looking at him.
He was skinnier than I remembered, wearing common rags that were full of dirt, his once silvered colored hair was brown from all the dirt and other substances in his cell.
"Daenerys," Viserys breathed out, looking at me, straight in the eyes with anger, "You finally come to free your King sister?!"
"The only King I know of is Ronard, and I'm his Queen," I practically hissed at him.
"It seems you have forgotten about the dragon," Viserys chuckled, "So what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to offer you a chance, forget the crown, step aside, and join us," I offered.
"Why would I step aside from what's rightfully mine, especially when I have you right where I want you?" Viserys smiled, looking at Jorah with a triumphant expression.
"Has imprisonment destroyed your mind brother?" I inquired raising an eyebrow with doubt; he was in a dungeon what game was he playing.
"You'll see soon," Viserys smiled like he always did when he was about to hit me, and punish me for talking back to him.
"You really prefer to rot in here, instead of being free and getting to know your niece and nephew?" I knew Viserys was prideful, but this was just stupid, "He even brought the dragons back to the world, I have two with me right now, don't you see, he makes the impossible, possible!"
"You mean the dragons that belong to me?" Viserys laughed like a madman, "And those things you birthed are no dragons, they don't deserve to have my blood running through their veins, rest assured I will kill them once I get out of here,"
How foolish I was, to think I thought there was something I could save from Viserys, not all people are worthy of redemption; some are deserving of the worst this world can give.
"You dare to threaten my babies," I stared at him with cold, emotionless eyes, "You have grown stupid in this place,"
"Have I?" Viserys laughed, "Dear sister, once again, you woke up the Dragon!" With a sadistic smile, he turned his gaze to Jorah and said, "Jorah, kill them!"
I turned to Jorah to see he wasn't moving at all; he looked at me as if waiting for my command, Dacey on the other hand, had unsheathed her blade, and was ready to kill her uncle if he tried anything out of line.
"Jorah! Kill them!" Viserys started to panic, cheer terror washing down on him.
"He was your plan," I sighed, "Pathetic, now you said many times you are a dragon, now how about we rest that,"
"Sister, please remember who kept you safe, who gave you everything," Viserys begged, tears rolling down his face.
"I do, I married that man," I glared at him, "But don't worry brother, fire cannot kill a dragon, you should be fine unless you are no true dragon,"
With that, I walked out of the dungeon feeling fire burning deep within me; after all, I had an execution to plan after I interrogated Jorah about what just happened.
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