Chapitre 87: Chapter 85: Fuck Off & Die
As the dagger got closer to Oliver's face, he didn't even flinch and his smirk was ever-present on his face.
Crang!
The Valyrian dagger pierced the wall right next to him and sunk deep into the stone where only its handle was left out. "Yes, I am sure I am your Queen. So, will you listen to me now?"
Oliver's smirk slipped off his face and he side-glanced at the dagger next to his face. He then coldly looked at Daenerys. "Be careful, my little princess, don't let silly pride cloud your judgment."
She flinched. Only now did the young Targaryen, that while she had come here to threaten him, at such close distances, her life was in Oliver's hands. The man was a knight and expert fighter, Daenerys stood no chance against him and Semiramis was too far away to do anything.
But still, she wanted to back off and look him in the eyes. "So what? Are you going to kill me?"
Fwish!
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain hit her midsection. She didn't even know what had happened until Semiramis called out her name. Looking down, Daenerys saw a knife had sunk hilt-deep into her belly.
"Little Queen, read the situation a little better. Don't make the same mistakes your father did." Oliver whispered in her ear.
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[ Oliver POV ]
Daenerys' hand slipped off the Valyrian dagger as she slumped on the ground, a pool of blood around her. I was still contemplating whether I should let her live or die here. Now one point, that would get rid of a huge possible Mad Queen scenario.
On the other hand, Westeros wasn't going to take over itself. Of course, I was going to become Westeros' King.
"Danny!!" Semiramis yelled out, rushing towards Daenerys with tears in her eyes. As she saw her friend bleeding on the ground, she turned and looked at me with a murderous gaze. "I will kill you!"
She pulled out her sword, sadly she was too slow on the draw because by the time her rapier was out of the sheath. I had grabbed the Valyrian dagger on the wall and thrown it, stabbing her in the stomach too.
As Oliver, in this body, I had an outrageous fast reaction time. Someone like Semiramis couldn't even compare to it.
Though, now I was left with two women bleeding on the ground and with no idea what to do. Well, I had a general plan, but I still haven't decided whether to kill Daenerys and Semiramis yet.
Now, if I wanted to get Westeros, I needed the right name. Or more accurately, the right wife. Daenerys was one option, Cersei was another. Having both was a big no, but having both alive so the other wouldn't feel like I had only one choice would be good too.
Well, there was the third choice of brute powering everything and defeating all of the Lords in Westeros. But I didn't have three dragons, so I couldn't do it the way Aegon the Conqueror did it.
With a sigh, I went down and picked both Daenerys and Semiramis and put them over my shoulders like two sacks of potatoes. I will have to try a different method, maybe put a failsafe on Daenerys in case she goes mad or against me? She won't know, but it will have to be something non-magical.
Magic would eventually be worked out once she had dragons. Curses on her would become almost useless once she had those monsters. I might not be very knowledgeable about dragons, but I knew enough about them to understand why the Valyrians were considered rulers of the world at one time.
Dragons are like a cheat code to the game. But sadly, I couldn't hatch one. Well, technically I could, but without going to Valyria, I can't. Lots of complicated Magics would have to be done. I would waste a couple of lifetimes on it. If this had been two hundred years earlier and I knew that the ice zombies weren't going to come for hundreds of years then I would give it a try.
Taking the girls out, I just threw them on the ground and looked at one of my soldiers. "Bring the healer here. Make sure he tries his best to save the girls."
Who knows, maybe I could still get my dragon. After all, Daenerys just needed to hatch the eggs. She can't control three dragons. At the end of it all, dragons were still animals. Sure, some people might like to believe differently, and it's true, they had intelligence. A dog also had intelligence, just not that high.
And just like most dogs, even dragons can be tamed by a new owner.
I can kill Daenerys later, right now I just need to try and get her to become as useful as possible. Only after I wring out everything she had to offer, can she fuck off and die.
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The next time Daenerys opened her eyes. She thought she was dead, the sun hit her skin, and the palace around her was decorated lavishly.
"Ughh," next to her, Semiramis groaned. Turning around Daenerys saw her friend, laying on the same bed, next to her and her face was sweating, her midsection was covered in bandages.
Suddenly Daenerys remembered what had happened and she was enraged, but at the same time almost wanted to cry. - 'That was stupid of me. Why did I threaten a man like that? Semiramis always warned me to stay away from the Redhawk family and be cautious of them.'
"Oh? You are alive?" A chill went down her spine as soon as she heard that voice. It was as if a bucket of ice had been splashed on her head.
Oliver, Daenerys' wounds hurt just looking at the man. Phantoms of the pain of being stabbed came to mind.
"It was amazing how you dared to confront me like that. But courage without power is called arrogance." Oliver declared and only now did Daenerys notice that he had a tray of food in his hands.
His sweet voice and harmless face were so disarming that if she hadn't been stabbed by him, Daenerys would think that he could be a good person. But she knew better, and Oliver knew that too.
"You want to conquer Westeros, right?" He asked, putting the tray of food on a desk next to the bed and staring at Daenerys. He th3n sat on the bed.
"I am not conquering anything, only taking back what's mine."
"Oh, dear, are you naive enough to think that people cry out for the Mad King's daughter?" He inquired, that question didn't need an answer, and Daenerys winced, she knew what he was implying.
"People don't care about it, my little Queen," Oliver clarified, his face getting closer to hers. But Daenerys didn't pull back and stood her ground, showing that she wasn't afraid of him.
"I am not your little Queen."
"Oh? Then what are you?"
"I am Daenerys Stormborn, the last of the Targaryen family."
"That's a nice list of names you have there," Oliver nodded, the smile on his face never faltered, no matter what she said. "Do those names give you power?"
She didn't have an answer to that and only narrowed her eyes. Oliver wasn't the kind of man who would let her go just because she asked.
His eyes were dark, contrasting his silver hair, and Daenerys could see that it was the same as Semiramis' eye color. She was reminded that this guy was her best friend's brother. Though he was still ruthless even to his sister.
"So? I remember you making a big deal out of it. But how did your sister end up injured? I hope you punished the perpetrator."
Daenerys could guess that Oliver was the one who did it, and was trying to use his care for his family to try and get a rise out of him.
As soon as he started showing emotions like anger, she would be able to steer the conversation back on track and make a deal with him. Semiramis had taught her how to talk with people and get what you want out of men. Even if she had to use her body.
"Hahaha, c'mon now little vixen, do I look like someone who would be manipulated by your novice charms?" Oliver chuckled, having seen straight through her like a hawk.
This wasn't anything new to him. In his last world, he dealt with a lot of seductive women who would try and manipulate him. The higher one climbed in the world, the more women would be there to try and take things from him.
Some wanted his child so they would be able to get child support, others wanted to hook him into a marriage and then divorce to get half his wealth. Sure, some honest women had been in a relationship with him, but sometimes even people who care about you deeply won't care about your wasted time. They could waste ten years of your life, and still love you after, and even apologize.
Sometimes, being in a relationship with someone naive was even more harmful than being with a person who had malicious intent.
But with his first life's experiences, the current Daenerys that was in her teens was nothing more than a baby chicken in front of Oliver. Her schemes and charm were nowhere near enough to manipulate him.
"Then what do you want?" Daenerys sighed, finally giving up on trying to get a better deal out of this. Instead, she was more concerned with walking out alive now.
Oliver smiled gently and took her hand in his palm and intertwined their fingers. "Let's fall in love."
"What?" Daenerys ogled at him, dumbfoundedly.
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A/N: It feels like my days have developed into just me always rushing somewhere. (Classes, home, gym, etc)
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