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章節 125: 125

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208 AC

Harrenhal

Daenerys Targaryen

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"Are you ready to talk?" I ask as I look up from the book I have been absentmindedly reading while my Husband scribbles away like a madman possessed.

"Talk?" Aerion finally looks up and is a bit confused as he looks around his solar and notices he is not as alone as he previously thought.

"You show up with Moonfyre wounded and Drogon goes crazy-" I shake my head remembering how my mount became furious and is now hovering over Moonfyre like a hen its chicks. "-then you talk to the Lords as if none of them saw what state Moonfyre was in." I shake my head once more knowing what the people are saying.

"You rather casually stated Oldtown is no more and that House Hightower is extinct and if anyone from that House is found they are to be executed for treason." Mya speaks up while resting her feet on the edge of Aerion's desk which he scrunches his nose at.

"I told you, the High Tower turned into a giant black tentacle and tried to kill Moonfyre and Me. It spat strange 'birds' at us and even a giant spear that carved a trench through the city before Moonfyre blew it to hell with a giant breath of fire that might have been made of light." He lowers his head and returns to writing while everyone in the room looks around wondering the same thought.

Presumably, at least, everyone is wearing the same 'is he serious' look on their face.

"Alright." Gwenys nods while standing up a bit to pull her chair closer to Aerion as she peeks at what he is writing. "I will leave all of that madness to others to decipher, instead I want to focus on what you are working on now." I rub my forehead as Aerion fake smiles a bit and adjusts in his chair to let her get a look at what he is working on.

Every day I wake up wondering if my Life will get stranger.

It always does.

"These are orders to move a significant portion of the gold stored in Harrenhal to a small fleet of ships in Blackwater Bay?" I perk up as the words leaving Gwenys mouth are not nonsense and I can actually understand what they mean.

I will put the matter of a tower turning into a tentacle aside for now.

I need more wine before I think about whether he was serious or not.

Though I already accepted it as fact, Aerion would not lie about something like this.

Not when Moonfyre was hurt.

If what he said is true, she was in a far worse state after the 'fight' and he had already healed most of the damage that was done.

Which means there is a threat out there that can kill the dragons.

Big problem.

"-Tessarion will take a Summer Island Princess as his Wife and will support her with not only his dragon and the small fleet but the gold as well. He will draw the best fighters of the Summer Islands to his side, his Wife's side, with the coin he is taking down there. She will then begin unifying the Islands as the first Princess Xanda Qo did during the slave wars." Aerion looks toward Narha who looks unbothered by his sudden plan as it's something that has been discussed before, it was just not expected to happen soon.

"Why rush, I thought we planned to wait until we purged the pirates from the Pirate Isles?" Gwenys asks as she takes the sheet of parchment Aerion was writing on and holds it close as she scrutinizes it closely for any imperfections.

"All of the plans need to be moved forward, I want to head to the far East sooner than expected and I don't want to have to come back West until I have dealt with some major problems..." He trails off as his face turns Stony.

"What problems?" I ask while thinking about what we will have to do here in Westeros to not have to return for quite some time.

"Oily Black Stone." He cryptically responds and I frown but seeing him roll his eyes I am put a bit more at ease as he is obviously confused himself and is having trouble putting things into words.

I will see for myself the next time.

I won't let him and Moonfyre escape my sight from now on, I know Drogon feels the same way.

"Tessarion will handle the summer Islands with the resources I send with him, I do not doubt that in the slightest." Aerion pushes forward as he rubs his head with narrowed eyes. "He will handle the plans for Naath as well, or at least he will reach out to them with a messenger and will seek an answer about the proposal I sent to them almost half a year ago." I feel myself smile a bit knowing that Naath will be safer than ever in the future.

I have no doubt they have already agreed to the proposal, they do not have a main 'Leader' so it's hard to get an 'approval' from the Island. But the messenger we sent was Naathi himself and can travel the island without fear of the Butterfly fever, so he likely has already spread the message to various settlements.

Regardless though, we will claim the Dragon fort that was built by the Dragon Lords of Old Valyria.

Then we will have a child of our blood marry a Naathi.

A Butterfly Dragon.

Capable of leading the Island of Naath and being immune to their Butterfly fever.

A protector and middleman in the world's economy.

The people of Naath used to sell their Shimmering Silks all around the world, as far as the North in Westeros and the capital of Yi Ti, Yin. These days they can't even reach their own shore without fear of slavers, instead they stay inland knowing the slavers can't reach them before succumbing to the Butterfly fever. 

But with a Targaryen ruling over the Peaceful people keeping them safe, they can easily get their goods into the markets around the world.

Shimmering Silk and Mulberry Wines mainly, that is the real 'money makers' that Aerion is after at least.

But I know from my time listening to Missandei in my past life that the Peaceful people also make wonderous handmade crafts.

I can't wait to see those reach the markets as well.

"-I will fly over to the Gods Eye to talk to the Children of the Forest as soon as Drogon stops trying to keep Moonfyre pinned down." Aerion sighs and I blink in confusion having gotten lost in thought. "I want to deal with the Old Gods as soon as possible and also make a more official pact with the Children of the Forest." Aerion's eyes drift to Mya and Gwenys, he plans to have them serve a similar role that Roach did with the Great Stallion.

"What about the Ibbenese?" Shiera asks as she idly watches the castle from the window.

"We will give them what they want to get them to bend the knee without needing to burn them all down." Aerion fills his wine glass and looks thoughtful before shaking his head.

"Sounds like things are going to be moving fast." I speak my thoughts and nearly everyone nods other than Aerion.

"Not fast enough." His eyes are filled with uncertainty as he lifts his glass and drinks from it.

I purse my lips before feeling annoyance almost boil over out of me.

"Does this new 'foe' truly have you worried?" I speak my mind and Aerion looks up from his glass and slowly nods as he locks our gazes.

"It does." I try and remember a time he was worried about something.

Sure, he gets stressed all of the time.

But he can brush that off easily, either by keeping himself busy or having sex.

I actually can not remember the last time I saw him genuinely worried.

I would be lying if I said it does not make me concerned.

"We will work through it though, this is something we can overcome." He speaks up again after clearing his throat realizing his mood is affecting everyone else in the room.

He bounces his head from side to side.

"It's a big problem, I won't lie." He slowly shifts his gaze around the room stopping on everyone present. "But I have faith." He smiles and for the first time since he got back, I can tell it's not faked.

Good.

That eases my worry considerably.

"I have faith as well." I always have I suppose, I had to, to survive the life I once did.

Faith in myself that kept me alive, that slowly grew into the faith I now have in my family.

I smile at that thought.


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章節 126: 126

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208 AC

Harrenhal

Aerion Targaryen

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Sitting up abruptly I feel someone slide down my upper body and rapidly grab ahold of them so they don't fall off of the couch and hit the floor. My actions earn a grumble of dissatisfaction from my youngest child, Nerah grips my shirt with both hands as she blinks her eyes in confusion.

"K-Kepa?" She pouts her lips and her mismatched eyes look up at me and narrow a bit.

"Sorry... bad dream." I smile and she grumbles in response but soon lays her head against my chest as I sit up with her hands holding onto me as she tries to fall back asleep. "Go back to sleep, I will put you in bed." She shakes her head and whines as I swing my legs off the couch and stand up.

"Sleep with... Kepa." I smile as she wraps her legs around me as best she can, a lazy attempt at keeping herself with me.

"Kepa wants to get back to work." The more I learn about the past, the more I worry about the future.

I was 'scouting' the past with my powers hoping for answers... all I earned myself was a headache and more worry.

I didn't even know she decided to join me on the couch or I would have been more careful.

I guess she saw an opportunity and took it, I don't sleep like normal anymore and so she only rarely gets to join me when I 'rest'.

Sweet girl, I miss it when all of my children were just like this.

nowadays instead of cuddling with them, I plan to send them off to melt away Eldritch structures off of this planet's surface.

That thought brings an increasingly bitter taste to my mouth.

"I will sweep in the Solar." Nerah slurs her words a bit as I adjust her to lay her head on my shoulder as I head up the stairs.

The bitter taste is washed away as I kiss the side of her head by her ear.

"Sounds good." I whisper back and she nods before her grip on me slackens.

Coming to a stop at the top of the stairs heading up to the 'second floor' of the 'penthouse' I look around at the various bedroom doors.

Some are shut tight, others are left open revealing various of my Wives sleeping or still awake doing their own things. I catch Shiera as she works on a dress with Narha, they both turn and look back probably having heard the soft snores coming from Nerah. Narha rolls her eyes with a smile before nodding toward the other side of her room and I step into the doorway to see Syrella and Ariel both sleeping on a couch. They seem to have passed out while watching Shiera and Narha both work away at various outfits.

"Cute." I shake my head when I turn back and see Shiera offering with a gesture to take the sleeping Nerah. "I got her." I turn not wanting Shiera to try and convince me otherwise and with quick steps I flee toward my Solar.

My baby.

Leaning my head against my daughter's head, she stirs against me with a slight groan as each step slightly bounces her head making her cheek rub against my beard stubble.

"Noooo... bad." Her little hands come up and push against my face causing me to laugh a bit as I push the door to my Solar open with my foot.

I however freeze after stepping into the room and finding someone already here.

"Gwenys." I sigh and shake my head, making sure to avoid prickling my Daughters soft skin this time around.

"Ah, you're finally awake." Gwenys smiles wide before noticing the little monkey in my arms and she rolls her eyes. "Seems I must continue to work alone..." She huffs jokingly before returning her attention back to whatever she was working on.

I ignore my workaholic Wife and walk toward the most expensive couch in the world.

In reality, it was 'free' but I know it's likely priceless and would never fetch what it's worth if sold, even at a high-end auction.

Dragon wing Leather and Weirwood, the cushions are stuffed with the softest of feathers and then padded with fine wool from a special type of sheep I am almost convinced is magic that only lives in the Far East.

It's a custom job, I don't even fuck on it for fear of it getting damaged.

Laying Nerah down onto the couch she only grumbles for a bit before curling up almost in a fetal position and going still as a statue other than the rising and falling of her chest.

Cute.

Turning toward my desk I prowl toward my oblivious Wife as she flips a parchment over, silently slipping behind my chair I quickly snake my arms around the chair and my Wife.

"Careful now..." She warns as she points toward the ink not far from her arm.

I open my mouth to spit out a quick response before tickling her a bit, but my body tenses and I can't find words as my gaze sinks into the pitch-black ink.

Memories of the recent event and the things I have seen in my 'dreams' flash before my eyes as I gaze into the dark almost taunting ink.

I slowly lower my head and purse my lips before pressing them against the pleasantly warm skin of my wife's neck. The body heat of my Wife helps banish the worries and I turn to look down at what she is working on.

Taxes.

Never mind, I would rather think about Eldritch beings.

"What's wrong?" Gwenys asks after returning the 'favor' by kissing my own neck after I lift my head a bit.

Her silky smooth voice with only a slight huskiness to it stirs a fire in my stomach but I push it aside as I slide the chair back. I work quickly and lift her out of my chair before I sit down on it myself, I gently set her down on my lap and she squirms to find a comfy position.

"Nothing is wrong... I am just anxious." She nods knowing exactly why I am worried, the more I explain to my Family what it is we are likely facing the more they sink into the paranoia with me.

A double-edged sword.

They are not clueless in the dark, but they are also suffering in the light of knowing the 'truth' alongside me.

It sucks, but this is for the best.

I can't just hope and pray away the threat that is likely deep into this world, far deeper than I would like at least.

In fact, people are praying to me to do something.

I can hear them even now, those that suffered in Oldtown, their whimpers about losing their homes and the destruction the fight caused.

Strange.

They do not even know I am a God... at least not all of them.

But they still pray.

Because I 'saved' them?

Probably... or maybe being a God is starting to take effect on those who witness me.

I have no idea.

I am still painfully new to this, I doubt I have even started taking my true baby steps as far as being a God goes.

That is both exciting and terrifying.

"So much to do..." I sigh and Gwenys chuckles lightly.

"When is that not the case?" She asks simply and likely thought little about her words.

But they carry a heavy weight as they settle down upon me.

She is right.

When is there ever not a lot of things for me to do?

I have been doing and doing and doing... nonstop since I could practically walk in this new life.

"Huh." I mutter before smirking and turning to look at the side of my wife's face.

She wordlessly raises a brow and I shake my head not wanting to admit I missed something so... simple.

This... this is new and unexplored territory to me.

Being Ascended, having people worship me.

But... in a way... it's only the 'next step' if I am honest, unless I 'settled' with World Conquest, this was the next step.

When I was just a Prince of House Targaryen I still had countless people affected by my decisions and actions.

The board just got bigger.

The 'people' sitting at it just got 'bigger' as well.

But it's still... familiar.

"Haha..." The revelation of what I already knew but just did not fully connect fills me with a bit of euphoria.

"Alright, now I know something is wrong." Gwenys mutters but does not lift her gaze from the letter she is reading.

"No." I state with growing conviction. "Nothing is wrong." I feel like... I have finished a puzzle. "In fact, I would say this is the best things have been in a while." The feeling like I was just stumbling through events happening around me slowly lifts as I start reorganizing plans.

I was already on the path I needed to continue walking, I knew what was needed.

The Complete subjugation of this world.

I started on this path and getting to the end is the only real option I have if I want to avoid troubles such as I faced in Oldtown. Only when I know for a fact what is happening in each of the dark corners of this world will I ever be certain of the safety of not only myself and my family but everyone living on this planet.

Relatively at least.

I am sure there are still things I need to learn, threats I will face.

But I feel like I just stood up onto my own feet.

I knew everything I needed to, I just... didn't accept it.

A part of me was reluctant to accept what was going on.

Too much dropped onto my plate at once, I was trying to bite off small pieces.

But that is not possible to continue to do, the cat is out of the bag and I have to deal with it.

Which is what I was already doing... hesitantly.

"Let me help." I smile as I reach out and take a sealed letter and break the seal in a smooth practiced motion.

That won't do, reluctance and hesitation will only see me make mistakes.

I was not planning to take things slow, but I was still making plans with a heavy amount of caution.

That won't do at all... fortune favors the bold after all, and that is what we will be when facing this threat that could consume us entirely.

Bold.


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