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~~~Tywin Lannister, Eighth Moon, 277 AC~~~

~~~Lannisport, Westerland~~~

If I thought before that the two warships that had arrived two days ago as Janna's dowry were huge and made for war, then these ships, the ones that belonged to the Xandarian Royal Fleet; were floating colossi.

They surpassed the ships of Lannisport by far, their hulls tall and supremely difficult to reach the decks if an attack were to occur, with masts thicker than the columns of the Rock, and even their sails were so large, that they cast a huge shadow on the deck, so much so, that the area had to be constantly illuminated to avoid the darkness.

And if that wasn't enough, the damned ships proved that they belonged to the Royal Fleet, because apart from having the banners of Xandar everywhere, hundreds of decorations went up the hulls of the ships, as if they were vines, only they were made of gold, which shone when the sun shone on them. So much was the amount of gold on a single ship, that when the sun shone too brightly on them, it made seeing to the ship in question impossible, because of the brightness so high that it caused you to be momentarily blinded.

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"As far as I know, each one is thirty meters wide, eighty meters long, and twenty-five meters high, they are monsters on the water, worthy of my king," Janna's voice encouraged me to look at her, she had a few hours ago with Cersei in the city, apparently doing women's things, and although I noticed something strange in Cersei's behavior, I decided not to ask, it was good that Janna was motivated to continue creating a good relationship with Jaime and Cersei.

"They are the greatest ships I've ever seen, I don't doubt it, not even the swan ships of the Summer Isles come close to their majesty." I praised the ships, for as much as I disliked the idea of seeing a power that did not belong to me, I had to accept that they were great ships.

"And that you haven't seen the warships, the ones my brother gave are used to guard our coasts and sea routes, on the other hand, in case of real fighting at sea, the Xandarian warships will leave no survivors." Janna's voice made it clear that she was very proud of what she was talking about, which I always liked to hear, since that spoke of her love for her land, just as I felt for the land I ruled.

"Is the land where the Khalasar will set up shop ready yet?" Janna asked me, and although I knew she knew the answer, I chalked it up to her wanting to make sure all the plans were already made.

"Yes, a large grassland clearing two hundred yards from Casterly Rock has been used, which I'm sure your king will take to his heart's content, so he will be close to his... People if he prefers." I told her, truth be told I wasn't too happy with the idea of welcoming over forty thousand Dothrakis to my lands, but it was either that or argue with Janna, plus Aerys would side with her wanting to be close to things Xandarian.

"I understand that the idea of you having Dothrakis in your territory, and so close to home boggles your mind, Tywin, I would be too in your case since the history following the Dothraki hordes is not the most enjoyable," Janna's voice sounded curt, and even cold to me, something surprising so far, especially given her beauty. She didn't mind if she wanted to make a point, like now.

"But my king's Royal Khalasar won't present a problem unless the king feels threatened in some way, which I'm sure won't happen, will it sweetheart?" The very cynical one dared to use her sarcasm on me, but leaving that aside, I thought about her words, the truth, if Azrael decided to start a conquest as soon as he arrived, no one could stand up to him, a cavalry of forty thousand men, a fleet of over a hundred ships, winged beasts hungry for human flesh... And a dragon.

Nothing could stand up to him, especially with all the leaders of the kingdom in one place, but I dismissed those thoughts, he was coming for a wedding, not a conquest.

My thoughts were interrupted as row after row of men armed to the neck, in black armor and gray cloaks, began to descend one by one from the few ships that had been able to anchor at the dock, mounted on huge horses that wore armor of what appeared to be diamond.

The riders maneuvered the horses like extensions of themselves, even going so far as to control the horse so that it did not whiny or produce sound as it rode, with only the clash of armor clanging filling the air.

It was an amazing sight, especially when I noticed that every one of them had their hair tied in thousands of small braids, from which hung gold or silver bells, which created a serene symphony to the already expectant atmosphere.

And for the first time in my life, I understood what a problem it would be to face the Dothraki in the open field because there was nothing to stop them.

[Malak Janna, Shafka kre azhishe anhyna, khogaroon mori anni (Lady Janna, my respects to your upcoming wedding, as you know, we hope to raise camp before our Khal arrives)] Two of the horsemen in front broke away from the group and approached Janna and me, with one of the two speaking in their rustic and aggressive language.

[Rhaeshis Andileh dothraki dozge addrivish, shiqethi karuhia okrenegwin shafka neri ahna, gurhiagh andalih (Thank you for your wishes Dothraki, one of my men will lead you to the place where you can set up camp, rest and await word from me to greet the king)] Janna answered him, and damn, she sounded so rough speaking that dialect.

Once one of Janna's guards started riding followed by the two Dothraki, Janna spoke to me; "I told them that one of my men will lead them to where they can set up camp."

"I didn't know you spoke Dothraki," I said, impressed that she knew the complicated language, "well, while I don't speak it very well, what I know is enough for the moment, in Xandar it is necessary to speak Valyrian and Dothraki, so I will have to study the language more."

I nodded, as I watched the almost endless ranks of man continue to disembark, and with absolute synchronicity and control, ride through the streets of Lannisport to Casterly Rock, time was getting shorter, what had once been moons, was now only a matter of days away, and I couldn't be prouder of it.

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~~~Two days later~~~

The Dothraki camp had risen in its entirety, and the camp was occupied by thousands of huge tents, in addition to that, the famous Xandarian carriages were also present, apparently the ships were large enough to hold at least four of the contraptions without disturbing the space available for horses, supplies, as well as crew members.

But one thing that was striking when it came to the organization of the tents and carriages, was that there was a huge circle in the center of the camp, with four wide and long roads that crossed the camp and led out of the camp, which was fenced with high and sturdy fences surrounding the whole place.

The Dothraki tended to their horses, some others had friendly confrontations with each other, as well as some, attended to the occasional knight who was curious about what they considered savages. Even after seeing that their camp was by far the best organized and attended of all those near Casterly Rock.

But that tranquility was shattered when several roars were heard, and while many were already accustomed to such sounds due to the Wyverns charging the airships, today was different.

The fortress guards at the top of the Rock began to ring the giant bells of the place, alerting everyone and even being heard in distant Lannisport.

But the bells ringing was not to warn of danger, no. This time it was to alert those who had been sitting for several minutes under the tents that had been erected for them.

And it was that in the huge clearing in the center of the camp, there were hundreds of people waiting, from the royal family, both great and small lords, guards, knights, and highborn members.

All looked to the sky from time to time, because although some had recently seen the famous Wyvern of Sothoryos, they had never seen a dragon.

Until today.

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAGH!"

The roar was so great, that many forced themselves to cover their ears, while the knights hastily removed their helmets to avoid going deaf due to the echo produced in their heads.

Some horses reared up, fearful of what was coming. Their instincts told them to go, and they would have done so had it not been for the heavy hand of their riders holding their harnesses.

But the ones that did not affect them at all were three members in particular, the two men and the woman, of beautiful beauty, silver hair, and purple eyes, instead of groaning at the loud sound or flinching, they looked to the sky with expectation and distant longing. With the oldest man of the group being the most hysterical among the three.

And they didn't have to wait long, as soon, eight silhouettes swooped towards the camp, as black blurs flew past low until they circled twice around the center of the camp. And one by one they landed.

The wyverns of Azrael's Blood Riders were black as night, fierce-looking and predatory-looking, so much so that their snouts were covered with metal mesh. Perhaps to prevent them from eating anyone.

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But it was noted that the previous roar did not belong to any of these creatures, for suddenly, the sky darkened, and the winged destruction came.

Endoxes, an End dragon that had been growing steadily since leaving the End, was already fifty meters long and ninety meters in wingspan, his purple leathery wings providing a dark shadow wherever he flew by.

So much so, that when Endoxes landed, it caused a slight tremor to ripple through the earth, with the ground beneath his mighty legs cracking and sinking.

"RUUUUAAGH!"

Already on the ground, Endoxes roared again, though this time a little less loudly, announcing his arrival, as well as that of Azrael and Valka who were sitting in the large chair situated on his back. And with that, the Game of Thrones had begun.