Chapter 28

Elia was scared for the lives of her children. She could hear the commotion in the city. Something was terribly wrong. The screams of men had frightened her and her kids.

"S-Ser?" She timidly asked.

There was no response.

She could hear the noise of steel clashing against steel followed by silence.

When the door to her room opened, She felt her soul leave her body. A man bathed in blood had entered her room dragging along a wounded Jaime Lannister.

The man threw Jaime towards her and said, "Protect them with your life, or else, I'll go to Casterly Rock and rip every Lannister's head off with my hands. Your sister, your brother, your father... None of them are infallible to me. I'll erase the name of Lannisters from the history. Am I clear?"

Jaime could barely talk as his face was bruised and bloodied after being beaten senseless. The man looked at Elia and said, "Write to your brother. I want Rhaegar and his Kingsguard. I want Lyanna Stark to be rescued from that degenerate and treated for her injuries. If something happens to her, if a snake or a scorpion bites her or if the gods strike her down with lightning, I'll go to Dorne and skin your brothers alive. I'll kill you in front of them and then, I'll erase Dorne from the map of Westeros. Write to Doran and write exactly what I've just said. I want Rhaegar captured because Dorne and Starfall are the only places he'll go to after doing what he's done."

Elia was trembling with fear. She couldn't move or speak from the horror filling her being.

"Write the fucking letter!! Now!!! There are no Targaryen men left in King's Landing! I killed all of them!! No one is coming to save you!! Write the fucking letter!!"

Rhaenys whimpered against Elia which broke the woman out of her stupor. She stumbled and frantically moved to the table and began to write the letter.

"Write it properly. I want your brother you 'know' that it's from you and not some con. Capture Rhaegar and his men, alive. Keep Lyanna alive and healthy. If my femands are not fulfilled, I'll make Dorne burn."

Elia wrote the letter as instructed and handed it to the bloodied man. Then, the man swiftly walked away and she could finally breathe. She moved to her kids and hugged them to her chest as they cried.

"S-Ser Jaime... Wh-What happened? Who is that man."

Jaime's eyes were swollen and blackened. He rested against the wall and managed to say, "K-King Aerys is dead. All the men stationed here are either dead or ran away. King's landing is lost. The rule of Targaryens is over."

(ACJTF)

I rushed to Pycelle and before he could send a raven to Tywin, I caught him and slammed him to the wall.

"Send this letter to Doran Martell. Do it and I'll spare your life."

The man fumbled to give a reply, but, I had no patience for him.

"Did you not hear me, you fart?! Send the fucking letter to Doran Martell!!"

He trembled against my hold and took the letter. He tied it to a raven and swiftly sent it to Dorne.

"Now, send these letters to the Vale, Winterfell and Storm's End."

He did as told and sent the ravens away. Before he could bumble around further, I grabbed his head and slammed him into the wall repeatedly, until his head was crushed completely.

I returned to the throne room and saw that the room was filled with armed men. I cracked my neck and advanced towards them with my halberd in my hand.

Before I knew it, all of them dropped their weapons and got down on their knees.

"We pledge fealty to you, ser! Please spare us!!"

By that point, the haze on my mind was lifted and I was thinking more clearly. The men kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy as I stood in front of them.

I could roughly count more than hundred of them in the room.

I banged the butt of the halberd on the ground and made them go quiet.

As they looked fearfully at me, I said, "My name is Allan Curran. I accept your surrender. As your first orders from me, I want you to go around the city and burn the dead."

It had been a month since Lyanna was taken by Rhaegar. I knew she wasn't going to be at the Tower of Joy. I had lost a lot of time while I was unconscious in the dungeons of Riverrun. The shock of finding Lynana's arm was too much for me that day. I was unconscious for days.

So, I chose to attack King's Landing and take control so that I could have Dorne find Rhaegar for me.

It was the only possible place for him to go as Elia was under threat of being killed by Aerys. Dorne was forced to comply to Rhaegar's demands and delusions and could do nothing against the man.

With Elia captured by me and the threat of Aerys and the Targaryen gone, Dorne would be compelled to agree to my demands and do my bidding. The fact that Elia was abandoned by Rhaegar also worked in my favor as Dorne would have all the reason to deter Rhaegar's machinations.

I went around the city and more armed men surrendered their weapons to me.

By the end of the day, I had six hundred men who had pledged their swords to me.

With the help of the Aerys' acolytes, I took the entire stash of wildfire hidden under the city and stored it in my inventory. After that, I forced the knowledge of creating wildfire out of the acolytes and killed them as well.

I was back in the throne room with my men having found Varys hiding in the slums. They had tied the man in chains and brought him to me along with all the nobles of the city.

I ordered the nobles to keep the food supply running for the city. They could do nothing but comply as disagreement meant that their lives would be forfeit. I handed the affairs and addressed them before dismissing them.

Then, I looked at Varys and asked, "Tell me, spyder, why should I keep you alive?"

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A/N: Quit, keep reading, I don't care. Call me or the MC a retard, I don't care. You are nobodies to me. I'm not even going to cus you all because you don't know the plot ahead or the reasons behind the decisions MC makes. Your hate just shows your impatience and inablility to think for yourselves. I'm not going to explain everything to you. It's my misfortune to have encountered dum dums like you as readers. I'll keep writing, whether you like my works or not.

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