章 19: Chapter Nineteen
Private Chambers. Dauntless-Class Crusier His Glorious Aspirations.
I'd taken a break form helping to manage the conquest of the Stepstones to visit Pentos again as Magister Illyrio had left word with some of my underlings about doing more business. The demand for guns in Pentos had greatly lessend of late even if we were still selling ammo to Illyrio, so he wanted to be allowed to export guns and ammo on behalf to the other Free Cities.
To be more percise the Free Cities to the east of Slavers Bay such as Myr and Norvos which could be reached in resonable amount of time while travelling overland. We only sell them rifles, pistols and shotguns, no machine guns or fortifications ensuring that Pentos still had advantages over its neighbours. Pentos would also be the only Free City in the part of the world allow to buy ammo from me which would always been in demand since no one else could make ammo. So I could still cut everyone off it I wished to.
We would share in the profits as partners despite me providing the guns, the ammo and the trainers as Illyrio would handle the shipping deal with his counter parts in the other Free Cites. The rest of Essos was due to conquered by the Imperial Guard and I would be handling Westeros.
To help cement this new deal Illyrio had presented me with the crown of Queen Rhaella, which he claimed to have purchased from another Magister, one known for collecting rare treasures, but I had to wonder if he'd had for a while as part of his scheme with Varys aka the Master of Whispers, to place that fake Aegon on the Iron Throne. Not that it mattered much as I would have my puppet sitting on the Iron Throne.
If the crown was the real deal then Viserys Targaryen should know as when he and Daenerys Targaryen fled to the Free Cities after Robert's Rebellion, they took the crown of their mother with them. While in exile, Viserys sold this crown in order to survive. I'd heard it mentioned that selling Rhaella's crown took the last of whatever joy had been in Viserys, leaving only rage. Perhaps seeing his mother's crown on his sister's head would restore a little happiness to the man. I would soon find out.
"Good morning, your graces" I said to my two royal guests who were having breakfast together.
I liked to keep the two royals close so I had them staying in my private quarters, which were themselves a palace, while they would dine together I kept them separated most of the time with lessons and while swords would become less important in Westeros in the years to come it was still important that Viserys be able to play the part of a warrior. Because in Westeros being able to stab people with sharp bits of metal made you qualified to rule for some reason.
"Good Morning, my lord" said Viserys "Will you be joining me for sparring practice this afternoon".
I should be able to make the time and while I didn't think that a kingdom needed a warrior as a ruler, lots of other people did so I needed to keep my skills sharp. I'd had knowledge of warfare implanted into my mind, only the teaching engines could only do so much.
"Should I find the time I will" I promised.
Daenerys was getting a different education. She also needed to learn about warfare and about trade, they could often be quite similar, and how to talk to people. That last part was more complex than it sounded because as one of my wives (I intended to have a few) she would be expected to speak for me if I wasn't available and it wasn't ship's business, as that would be handled by an officer.
"What is in the box my lord" the princess asked.
This wasn't the first time I'd given her a gift. I knew that she was under pressure from her brother to 'make me happy' but I wanted her to mature more before we started making babies so I tried to keep her happy by giving her gifts and taking her places when possible. I couldn't take her to the Seven Kingdoms, so it was a good thing I had such a nice gift ready for her.
"Open it up and see" I invited.
Inside the wooden box was a simple yellow gold band, set with seven gemstones of different colours.
"Mother's crown!" called Viserys.
So it was the real thing. Good to know.
"I acquired it as a part of a deal in the Free Cities" I explained to the royals "I considered keeping until Visyers chose a bride, but I think it should grace the head of a true princess and stay with a Targaryen. I'll have a new crown made for the next queen of the Seven Kingdoms".
My puppet king seemed lost for words.
"I think your mother would want Dany to have it" I said.
He didn't argue about that and gently placed the gold band on this sister head. He was affectionate about it.
"It suits you" said the man who would be my puppet king to his sister "Yes it should be kept in the family. Passed down from mother to daughter I think".
Meaning any daughter I had with Dany. Something I found odd to think about.
"You two shouldn't be let for your lessons" I said as I headed my room to get changed "I'll try to catch with you later".
I expected to see Yara Greyjoy, who I'd turned into a servent, like her how her brother would have served that Bolton bastard, only without the flaying and Reek business, I'd resisted the urge to take Yara to bed and I only had her performing simpy duties since I wasn't totally okay with what had happened to her.
Only it wasn't Yara I found in my bedroom it was Missandei, until recently been a slave who served as an interpreter to the now very dead Kraznys mo something or other, now she served Dany as a servant, a handmaiden. As such she shouldn't be my bedroom.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
The woman gestured to the ensuite bathroom, which like everything else around here was opulent to the point that it got silly.
"The princess is concern that you are tended to properly" said the Handmaiden "You have not yet married and men have needs".
Well I had my battle-harem if I felt the need to unwind that way. Granted they were rather dull in bed, simply following my commands, with no desires of their own or any real playfulness, still they got the job done.
"You don't need to do this" I assured Missandei "You're not a slave any more".
That did change her mind.
"I volunteered my lord" she assured me "I would like to thank you for my new station".
She'd taken it all in stride, going from the slaves of a major asshole to the handmaiden of a princess who lived in space.
"Do make yourself comfortable while I take my bath," I said.
After placing my armour on the stand I got naked, with Missandei watching, and since I had nothing to hide having been gene-modified very well, I got into the tub, it was more than large enough for me to sit in comfortably. I sat in the warm water and enjoyed the effect it had on my aching muscles. I sat back and closed my eyes thinking about how uncomfortable those seats had been during my meeting with Illyrio. No doubt he'd set them on purpose so that I would be uncomfortable and a little distracted during our meeting.
Before long I heard some water and felt the water moving. Upon opening my eyes I found a naked Missandei climbing into the tub, she sat facing me and until now I'd not realised that she was so skinny. Rather than say anything about this Missandei began to clean me, gently with a soft piece of cloth that she had soaked in the water. As you might expect, having a naked attractive woman touching me got me very hard, but the handmaiden didn't pay that part of me any attention or even react to it.
"You don't have to give me a bath Missandei," I said, "I mean, you can if you want to, but really you're not a slave anymore".
She kept cleaning me, not seeming to be affected by my words.
"The Princess asked me to arrange for someone to take care of you" the former translator explained "I volunteered. We are both grateful for what you have done for us".
I was going to point out that Dany might have been planning to send me a few whores or get into bed with me herself so I would feel honour bound to marry her sooner rather than later, only I stopped thinking about that as soon as Missandei put aside the piece of cloth and proceeded to guide her soft hand underwater so that she could get a hold of my hard cock. Missandei's small hands made my dick seem larger than normal and Missandei's grip on my cock was just perfect, not too tight nor too loose, she knew what she was doing.
Before long she moved so that she could straddle before she guided my cock inside her. She began to move her hips and she stayed focused on my pleasure.
"I hope I please you, my lord," she said.
She didn't need to worry about that. She was very pleasing, and before long she'd be getting a cunt full of my cum to prove it.
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