章 48: Chapter 47: Tyrosh, Myr and Lys part 2
(1,200 words)
- Vilo Haen POV -
- Lys - Free Cities - Essos - 281 A.D -
"So they are here..." I said with annoyance and regret as I saw the soldiers arriving in front of me as they raised their spears. Behind them came six Magisters, who had been plotting against me for some time.
I could not worry about them, as I was dealing diplomatically with Myr and Tyrosh, so I had Rulen, the Gonfaloniere, dealing with them. But it seems he failed and is dead, otherwise they wouldn't be in front of me.
"I'm afraid the council of First Magister and his 10 Magisters has just been changed to a council of 6 Magisters" Corcheas told me with a smile. The guy arrived only a year ago and had already taken over all the power in this city.
I suspected something, and that was that he wasn't alone. He had someone backing him up, and I could only think of someone who could have us in his sights.
It wasn't Myr or Tyrosh, as they were in similar situations. It could be Volantis, but those guys wouldn't be able to do all this in 3 of the Free Cities at the same time. So there was only one name left.... Percival Bolton. The infamous guy who has conquered several Free Cities so far. Sooner or later his fangs would get here.
"I guess that's about it. I just hope his tenure is a good one" I said to Corcheas, but we both knew I wasn't referring to him, but to their leader. And hearing that made his face show a grimace.
"You were a good man... But the love for my family is greater than the respect I have for you" he told me, and I just nodded as he slit my throat with a dagger. He was also a victim of that man like me.... I guess it is what it is.
I can only accept the future of Lys, of Essos, and probably of the world. Someone who is able to stop the conquest of Percival Bolton. From his ambition and greed.
- Percival Bolton POV -
- Disputed Lands - Free Cities - Essos - 282 A.D -
It is a pity I was unable to attend the "Tourney at Harrenhal", or the birth of Elia Martell's daughter, Rhaenys. A beautiful white haired, milky skinned girl from what I heard.
I seem to remember she had Dornishmen features in the original story, but it seems the fact that I had sex with her changed that.
But the important thing is that now it was going to be the meeting between the leaders of the three cities to negotiate peace for the last time. And this would be in Disputed Lands.
Of us there was only Corcheas de Lys. For the leader of the Magisters of Myr, as well as the Archon of Tyrosh, were not under our control yet. But now that they were gathered outside their cities, my men were finishing taking control of everything.
The guys were in a tent, and I was wearing full soldier's armor as I hid behind Corcheas. Next to me was Sandor Clegane, or Copper. Also in disguise.
"So they want war!" shouted the Archon of Tyrosh.
"I don't think that's best," said the Magister of Myr.
"I concur with the Lord Magister" commented Corcheas, receiving surprised looks from the Magister.
My smile grew wider and wider as I listened to them. Corcheas glanced sideways at me every so often with a hint of fear. Hoping to do everything right since I was watching him first hand.
"So?" said the Tyroshi.
"I think someone is manipulating our whole conflict from the shadows" added the Myrmen. To which the Archo frowned slightly.
"So everything we have done is useless and we have been manipulated?" said Corcheas feigning an annoyed tone.
"I think so," replied the Magister of Myr.
"Bullshit! I can't believe someone comes along and makes us play their game without me being able to figure it out, I'm Archon of Tyrosh! I'm not some random scumbag... I was already in my position when you guys were kids!" shouted the foolish Tyroshi. He was truly an idiot and proud. Although he was right about the age thing with the Magister of Myr. I was no more than 35 years old while the Tyroshi was already almost 70.
"Enough is enough" I said as I took off my helmet surprising everyone. I was tired of this show and wanted to get my cities quickly.
"Excuse me? Now even this snotty soldier dares to talk to me? Lys soldiers need to be disciplined" said the Tyroshi. But seeing me, the Myrmen's eyes widened in surprise.
"So... You are Percival Bolton, right? Your features are unique" he said.
"What!" shouted the Archon of Tyrosh. "Percival Bolton?" asked the guy once again, only a little scared, but that expression changed to one of stasis in a second. "Hahahahaha. Guards... Kill him!" he said with a happy expression, but no one was moving.
It's not like he had convinced or recruited them. They were these men's loyal guards. But I had already poisoned them, so even though they were still standing, they were dead.
"Dead people don't give orders" I said, and Sandor Clegante drew his sword beginning the hunt for Magister. For he was not only the leader of Myr and Tyrosh, There were other authority figures loyal to these guys. They had brought all the possible threats to me in one place out of fear for their safety. But for me it was a chance to take out all my enemies at once. Kind of like a "Red Wedding" only without the wedding.
When I finished with everyone, a few weeks passed and all the cities were ready for the announcement. So, in one, I began a tour of the cities while my leadership was being announced.
"So, today for the present and with the authority gained.... After losing all our leaders, and in order to find someone to lead us on our way. I name Percival Bolton as Lord of Tyrosh / Myr / Lys" said three people in three different places at different times of the same day. One of these was Corcheas naturally. The new First Magister of Lys.
The guy was ideal for the job because he met the two most important points. He was competent at his job, and he had a lot to lose. He loved his wife and children. Men like that are what I need. Or women too, of course.
The thing is that, at the end of the day, I already had the title of Lord of Lys, Lord of Tyrosh and Lord of Myr. I only had Qohor and Volantis left. Although the more I extended myself, the more a new problem would appear.
Pirates no longer attacked the Free Cities, because, as all the trade belonged to me personally, when there was a pirate attack, I would send my men to capture them, where they would be tortured in an absolutely brutal manner. After that they would hang them in the ports of the city. So all the pirates had either gone to Westeros, or had escaped to the east of Essos. To "The Summer Sea" or "The Jade Sea", the area where Yi Ti was and those unknown lands. No trace of Euron Greyjoy fortunately, or unfortunately.
The problem would be the Dothraki...
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