21 Chapter 21: Mending the Bridge

"You'll have to forgive me, but I'm not one for the niceties of social decorum!" Will told the Tyrells, not bothering to wait for them to say anything before he sat down on a luxurious marble chair that appeared out of nowhere.

Drox also was given a marble chair to sit on, though that was mostly because Will didn't have some sick delusion that he was above everyone else, and that he needed to be on the best chair.

The only reason he brought out the marble chairs over the other ones was because they were the comfiest. The Tyrells were gaping at such an action, and the guards standing at attention around the room put their hands on their weapons, mostly out of fear for what Will might do next.

Fear was special like that. It had a way of making people do things, idiotic things of course, but things they normally would never dream of. Will saw the subtle movement of the guards, but he payed them no mind.

Looking to the Tyrells, Will said, "You must be wondering why I have come here, and the answer is simple. I wish to repair the relationship between House Tyrell and House Martell of Dorne."

Will let that sink in for a moment, carefully watching the expression of Olenna, the true ruler of the Reach. Mace held all of the titles sure, but everyone knew the true ruler was his mother, the queen of thorns.

Will watched Olenna's open mouth close before it turned into a thin line and her eyes narrowed. She obviously registered his words, and based off her expression, she wasn't all that thrilled to talk about.

"And how do you plan to do that?" Olenna asked skeptically, already doubting his words. It didn't matter what she heard about Will, she hated Dorne and wasn't about to make amends just to please him.

"That's easy. I'll mend the bridge that was broken by healing Willas Tyrell!" Will stated like it was the easiest thing in the world, but his claim was so outrageous it had left the room just as silent as before.

The sneer on Olenna's face made Will think she was upset at his words, but if she was, she certainly didn't say it.

"I'm afraid you have come all this way for nothing!" Olenna stated sourly, and Will could only wonder why she wasn't acting like a cunt! In the show, she spoke to both Daenerys and Tywin like she didn't care who they were, but with him it seemed like she was trying to hold back for some reason.

For a moment he attributed her behavior to his reputation, but he wasn't sure if that would be enough to change her. "Where is the brash Queen of Thorns?! I came to speak with her, not some decrepit old cow!" Will spoke up, and for a moment the guards around the room looked to Olenna as if waiting for the signal to attack.

Meanwhile, Will and Olenna were having the stare down of the century, and if the mocking smile on Will's face was anything to go by, he was winning.

Mace, thinking he was being left out of the discussion tried to speak. "Now see her-!" He didn't get very far before Olenna finally averted her gaze from Will to glare at him.

"Shut up, Mace!! Your mouth is good for a lot of things, but speaking isn't one of them! Eat some food and let me handle this!" Olenna ordered, turning her attention back to Will, no longer worried about the fat oaf that was her son.

"Apparently not all rumours about you were unfounded! You're as brazen as they say!" Olenna stated, for the first time showing somewhat of a smile.

"It helps to be the smartest person in the room, and strength helps as well." Will said, smiling right back to the old woman. She let out a laugh at his words, but as she stared at him she could tell he meant every word of it.

"Arrogant little boy, aren't you?" Olenna said, pausing for a moment before adding, "How do you intend to heal my grandson? The bones in his leg were shattered years ago, and by now it's healed over."

Will could have answered a few different ways, but he had an answer for this sort of thing, and it was one that no one could disprove.

"Magic!" Was all he answered simply, while at the same time pulled a few droplets of water from the air and onto his fingertips before he let channels magic into the water, making it glow.

There was another moment of silence, though this one was broken when the little girl sitting beside Mace began to clap her hands with a ice melting smile.

"Splendid!" Margaery shouted in glee, and Will wondered why the hell she would be impressed over making a few droplets of water glow over making two massive chairs appear out of thin air.

Will smiled at the girl, but chose to remain silent as he waited for what Olenna said next. "Why? Why do this? What do you gain?!" Olenna asked, staring intently into Will's eyes.

"Like I said. To mend the relationship between House Martell and Tyrell." Will answered, but it obviously wasn't what Olenna wanted to here.

"No, what do YOU, William Castian, get out of this?! If rumours are to be believed, you certainly don't need military might! I've heard of your ties to Dorne, but I could never understand why. They don't have anything to offer you that any other house couldn't. You telling everyone about Dorne just put a target on them, and I thought it might be a ploy to make people attack them to get to you, but that wasn't the case at all. So I ask again. What is in it for you?" Olenna asked seriously, and Will actually had to give that some thought.

It wasn't just for the resources they had to make Vodka, and it wasn't because he was worried about them ever trying to attack him in the future. He could erase House Tyrell at any time if he so chose, yet he didn't. In actuality, the answer was quite simple.

"Assurance!" Will answered honestly, then paused for a moment to think of how best to answer.

"If it were just me, I could kill and take anything I desired in this world. I have the power and skills to do it, but it's not just me! Like you, I have people I care about. I'm not fool enough to believe I can protect them every second of every day, but with the right allies then it is a real possibility. Dorne was the first of the Kingdoms in Westeros to ally myself with, but one great house isn't enough. I need alliances, but I also can't have my allies fight each other. I know about the bad blood between Martell and Tyrell, and I figured a show of faith might make things a bit better. I would also like to start a trade deal between the two, and in turn I would offer something very few in this world will get."

Will paused to put a little suspense on what he was offering, and he could see it was working too. "House Tyrell will have nothing to fear from me! I'll not move against you in any way, so long as you don't break faith with me, and that is no small promise!" Will said plainly, making a few people sigh.

They had expected a bit more from his build up, doubting there was much to gain from such a deal. Olenna was not one of them.

If rumors were to be believed, Will was definitely someone to fear. The Iron Bank proved that. She might have lacked the spy network of Varys and Tywin, but she was smart enough to keep tabs on what was happening throughout the world.

Just like Tywin, she was smart enough to put the pieces together when the Iron Bank made no move to silence the rumours about them and Castian.

To get the assurance that Will would not attack House Tyrell was no small thing, and if what people said about his abilities was even remotely true, this was one deal she couldn't afford to pass over.

Sadly someone else felt the need to butt in at this moment, and Olenna was wondering why she never beat Mace more as a child.

"NOW SEE HERE!! I am Lord of these lands, and I'll not let you prance about the place as if you're in command! Guards! Seize-!!"

Mace didn't get the chance to finish speaking before the castle began to shake violently, and while the soldiers around the room tried to stabilize themselves, the floor of the castle began to break apart, only the stones weren't falling downward, they were moving upward as if they had a mind of their own.

Everyone expected the worst, but as quickly as the shaking and rumbling came, it stopped.

"Finish that order, and it'll be the last thing the world remembers as they speak about the great House that was once the Tyrells!!" Will stated loudly, his eyes narrowed towards Mace as he stood in front of his throne-like chair.

Seeing all of this, Olenna didn't even hesitate when she turned abruptly towards Mace and slapped him across the face. "Had I not given birth to you, I would question whether you were actually my son! Now stay quiet before you get us all killed, fool!" She stated, not hiding the venom in her voice. Turning back to Will, she gestured for him to take a seat.

With a flick of his wrist, the floor mended itself before everyone's eyes, and it even looked a bit better than before. Where there were once small cracks was now a perfectly smooth stone floor, looking like someone had sculpted it from the earth.

Olenna looked thankful for Will having put everything back to where it belonged, then looked to the soldiers around the room, making sure they weren't stupid enough to actually listen to the suicideal order of her son.

Seeing the terrified looks of the guards, Olenna nodded her head before she turned back to Will. "You'll have to excuse the oaf! As you can see he's not very bright." She said, getting a small chuckle from Will.

He knew that was actually how she felt, and that she wasn't just saying that to appease him.

"Understandable. I haven't met very many people who actually knew how to use their heads in Westeros, but I see you use yours enough for the both of you!" Will said, actually making the queen of thorns smile.

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(Olenna POV)

She was sure now. Had he wanted to, Castian could erase them all without so much as breaking a sweat, having proved just that only moments ago.

There would be no reason to not take him at his word, now knowing there was no point in him lying to try and kill them at a later date. With this in mind, it was clear what she would do now.

"Heal my grandson first, then we'll talk!" Olenna stated plainly, leaving no room for discussion. Healing Willas would be the best way to see if Will truly meant what he claimed, and once it was done they could talk all they wanted to about trade deals.

She watched as Will stood up from his chair, then made it disappear as he began walking towards the high table where Olenna and the other Tyrells were seated.

"I'll need a small room for privacy, and Willas of course." Will said, stopping only a foot away from the table as he kept his gaze locked with Olenna's, like he knew what she was going to say.

"Why can't you do it here?!" Olenna asked, narrowing her eyes at Will. The thought that this was some scheme to get the heir to Highgarden alone for some nefarious plot came to mind, but after what she had witnessed a few moments ago, that was highly unlikely.

"He will need to undress for this, and I don't exactly need all these eyes on me. This isn't some spectacle, this is a healing process!" Will answered firmly, and it was obvious there was no changing his mind on the matter.

It made sense, at least to Olenna. She doubted the fatass sitting next to her understood, but she hoped he would at least keep his mouth shut long enough for them all to see tomorrow.

"You may use my quarters, but I must insist on being present. My grandson's safety is paramount, and not that I don't trust you, but I do have some knowledge on taking care of a patient." Olenna said, not willing to pass up the opportunity to see how Will did whatever he was going to do.

Thankfully Will had agreed with her terms, and it wasn't long before she found herself, Willas, and Will alone in her bed chambers. The little boy who had come with Will was guarding the outside of the room, having been ordered by Castian to not allow anyone to so much as even touch the door.

She figured since he was trusting the boy that he was probably capable enough to do as instructed, but just in case she ordered half a dozen guards to stand watch as well, while also telling Mace that if he so much as gave an order to a maid while the healing process was going on, she would rip his cock off and shove it up his ass.

Needless to say, but even the guards were wary of obeying an order from Mace, having realized how close they had come to death because Mace's ego needed stroking.

"What do I need to do?" Willas asked nervously, not having expected any of this to happen today. "Stay calm, and listen carefully." Olenna said soothingly, showing a caring side to her that only two people in this world ever got to see, one of them being Willas, while the other was her granddaughter Margaery.

She of course loved her other two grandchildren, Loras and Garlan, but it was no secret that Willas and Margaery were her favorite's, mostly because they were smart enough to use their heads.

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(Will POV)

Once it was just him, Olenna and Willas alone in the room, Will brought out a stone slab he had stored away in his inventory for just such cases.

"If you would, please lay down face up on the table." Will instructed Willas, who complied quite easily.

Once he was on the table, Will had parts of the stone slab move around and encase Willas to the point where he could hardly move a finger.

Seeing the boy start to panic, Will said, "This is just to keep you still. If you move during the process, it could cause me to slip up."

That did calm down Willas, though it took a few seconds to get his breathing back under control. Once he was calm, Will touched the leg that was obviously crippled with glowing water coating his hands.

Letting the water act as a conductor for his magic, Will closed his eyes as he used magic sense to scan the leg for any damage. He found bone fragments lodged in the muscle, and could see how the original break was already healed over.

He figured it would be possible to heal him, but he would need to break him all over again to heal it correctly.

Removing his hands, Will looked Willas in the eyes as he said, "I'm going to rub a salve on your leg to numb it, then I'm going to put you to sleep with a small potion. This might be a bit painful, and I can guarantee that you will want to be asleep for it."

Willas didn't argue the point, telling Will to go ahead. With that said, Will made a small bottle and a brush appear, then began to spread the thick green substance a few inches above where the break was.

After the salve was spread, Will waited almost three minutes before he took a small needle and began to poke it all over in the crippled leg, watching Willas' facial expression the whole time.

When the boy hadn't so much as flinched after being poked 6 times, Will figured the numbing agent had done it's job. "Drink this." Will said, using magic to raise Willas' upper body up so he could drink the small potion.

After the potion was drank, both Will and Olenna watched as Willas slowly began to close his eyes, and within seconds was out like a candle.

"I'm going to have to question that pervert on why he had so much of these!" Will grumbled under his breath, but Olenna still heard it, however she brushed it aside as she watched what Will was going to do next.

Will didn't think Oberyn would ever spike a woman's drink with one of these to force her into his bed, but the man had far too many of these things in his potions room, and Will couldn't help but wonder why the hell he had so many of them.

Disturbing thoughts aside, Will pulled out one of his Valyrian steel daggers, then as carefully as he could, he made a long cut along Willas' leg, while at the same time he used Water magic to get to work.

He had to cut away the wrongly healed portion of the leg, removing the bone fragments that were lodged in muscle, then began to channel large amounts of magic inside the boy. It took quite awhile, but eventually he managed to piece everything back together like new.

Even after the muscle was covering the bone again, Will did his best to try and strengthen it as best he could by revitalizing the cells and making sure the blood was flowing just as it was everywhere else.

"He should make a full recovery." Will stated, sighing in relief as he pulled a bottle of water from thin air before taking large gulps.

"I've seen many great things in my long life, but no more so than that. You truly are magical!" Olenna stated, her eyes still fixed on where Will had opened up Willas' leg.

Staring at it, it looked like it had never felt the touch of silk, let alone the force of a blade. "Yeah, it was pretty impressive, but it's still far from the greatest things I've seen." Will said with a faint smile, then paused to take another drink.

"Anyway, he should wake up in a few hours, and although everything is healed, he's still going to need to take it slow. It's been years since he was last able to walk normally, so you can't expect him to be running in a day. Also I'm tired, so we're going to have to discuss the trade deals and everything else tomorrow." Will said, looking as though he hadn't slept for the past week.

Olenna didn't bother to argue with Will, showing him and Drox to a room where they could sleep. There was only one bed, but Will brought out another bed before their very eyes, stating that it wouldn't be a problem for the two of them to share a room.

After having came out of Olenna's room, Will had found the remaining Tyrells all waiting outside in worry. It was also where he met both Garlan and Loras, and he had to do a double take of Garlan.

Will was a year older than the boy, yet Garlan towered over him by a good 4 inches, and Will figured the kid was part giant.

Loras was about what Will expected from the show, the ever flamboyant flower of Highgarden. He also met Alerie Hightower, Mace's wife. He only spoke with her briefly, but she seemed rather dull compared to her daughter or mother-in-law, which might explain why she was with Mace.

"Did you learn anything useful about them?" Will asked Drox once they were alone in their room.

"Mace is about what we already expected, completely fucking stupid. His wife is very attractive, but she doesn't really know how to talk very good, and that's coming from me. Garlan is what you would call a muscle head, but I don't think he's as stupid as Mace, which isn't saying all that much considering most animals have better instincts than that fat oaf. Margaery is cute, but she acts weird. When she is looking at me, I feel like she's analyzing me, but she's always smiling or sizing me up. Loras is just as he seems. Always smiling, loves talking about swords, and wanted to be friends." Drox said, giving any and all information he had found out in the hours he stood guard outside the door to Olenna's room.

"That's honestly about what I expected. I figure anyone who's married to Mace has either got to be dull or is sleeping around behind his back, but I doubt Olenna would ever be fooled if she did. Garlan having somewhat of a brain can also be attributed to Olenna as well. Among her family, she is without question the smartest. I also got a little bit of an understanding of Margaery and Loras, but I'll make sure to confirm everything tomorrow." Will said tiredly.

Not much else was said before both of them went to sleep.

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In the morning, Will and Drox were both seated at the Tyrell table as they all ate breakfast. Neither of the two bothered to wait for everyone to be present, dishing themselves up and eating as if they owned the place.

It was probably better this way. Had they waited for Mace to eat, there might not have been anything left, the fat pig.

Everyone from the Tyrell family got seated, Willas included now that he was awake. The healing process had went perfectly, and he had been walking around without a cane for hours now, simply enjoying the ability to walk freely.

"So Lord Castian! Where is it you come from?" Alerie asked curiously, clearly preferring discussion to the silence which had enveloped the room.

Olenna didn't look too pleased with her daughter-in-law trying to speak, but at least she wasn't as stupid as Mace, and she herself was also curious about where Will came from.

"Everywhere!" Will said plainly, not bothering to give them an answer on where he really came from.

The Tyrells looked to each other in confusion, not really understanding the answer Will gave, but with a deathly glare, Olenna managed to keep them all from asking anything further on where he was from.

She could more or less guess that he wasn't going to answer any better than he did, and further prodding might piss him off.

No one really bothered to say anything for a few minutes while Will ate his fill of food. It was clear he wasn't one for talking over his food, or he at least believed that whatever they were going to talk about would sour his meal, so he chose to wait until he was completely full before he decided to start his discussions.

"Before we talk about anything else, I would like to state something. With the healing of Willas Tyrell, there shouldn't be any reason for Dorne and the Reach to be angry with each other. That also means should a war ever break out, it would be terrible for for you to march against your own ally. I don't expect you to come to the aid of Dorne, but should the other kingdoms begin to march, Highgarden and the rest of the Reach will remain neutral!" Will said, his eyes going to each member of the Tyrells before the stayed on Olenna.

Even the children weren't spared from his death glare, as he knew they would one day be in positions to command the Reach.

"Agreed!" Olenna said without hesitation, finding the deal to her liking. There really wasn't much she could do about it anyway, and it wasn't all that bad for House Tyrell anyway.

Hell, if she played her cards right, she might be able to broker even more of an alliance with Will through a marriage, binding him and his power with the Tyrells.

Pleased that his main reason for coming here was settled, Will didn't beat around the bush when he said, "Dorne needs potatoes! As many as Highgarden will supply!"

His request caught everyone, Olenna included, off-guard. "Potatoes? Why?" The Queen of thorns asked, not having been able to hold back her curiosity.

"It's the main ingredient for a new drink. Sadly, Dorne doesn't grow an abundance of the stuff, so I came to the place that grows the most crops in all of Westeros." Will explained honestly, while still leaving out what the new drink was.

"We grow many things here in Highgarden, potatoes being one of them. However, of the multitude of different crops our fields produce, potatoes aren't exactly on the higher end, especially not right after winter." Olenna explained, and Will couldn't help the disappointment that showed.

"But you could supply some to Dorne, correct?" Will asked, wondering if he would be getting anything to create Vodka.

"Yes, we could supply a few shipments of it to Dorne." Olenna agreed, and though it wouldn't be the amount Will hoped for, it would have to do for now.

With the deal agreed upon, Will went about buying all of the wheat and other food he could get from the reach. They of course wouldn't sell him everything they had, as they still had to supply the other kingdoms of Westeros, but what they could give him was no small amount.

Olenna was actually surprised at the money Will threw around, as the amount he spent in a day was more than most lords spent in a year, and the majority of the wealth was to the Tyrells.

Clearly Will didn't expect handouts because of his power, and Olenna couldn't help but look at him in a new light.

An alliance forged through fear would never last, but apparently Will just used fear to get the meeting in place, choosing to use benefits for Highgarden to cement his hold on them.

Even the amount of potatoes they sold him was costly, yet he hadn't so much as haggled on the price. That wasn't to say Will was easy to cheat, Olenna could tell that just by the way he interacted with people. He simply had more to gain on his investment.

Will spent another two days in Highgarden, buying anything that caught his eye, while at the same time subtly getting information on the Great Houses of Westeros.

Will already got a lot of information from Dorne and The Iron Bank, but he had chose to ignore a few things because he thought he already knew them from the show.

However with the addition of Willas and Garlan and even Alerie Hightower, Will realized that this wasn't the same world as the Television series had shown, or at least not quite the same.

In the time that Will was around the Tyrells, Olenna had broached the topic of marriage with him, but he simply scoffed at her.

"I'll not marry to curry favor with anyone! If I choose to marry, it will be because I love and respect the woman in question, not to gain standing or power. She could be a slave purchased in the Free Cites to a highborn princess for all I care!" Will had stated, and that was the last Olenna had mentioned on the topic.

Apparently Will was pretty good at silencing the Queen of Thorns, most of the time so she could think over what he just said.

As a little bit of a gift to her, Will gave Olenna a stone chess set. Despite not being as beautifully crafted as the one he gave Elia, the Queen of Thorns had thanked him profusely for the gift.

After being shown the rules, she had played a few rounds against Willas, and they could all see the strategy behind the game.

As a final farewell, Will had spiked Mace's drink with a bit too much Vodka, and before long the man was stumbling around like he didn't know how to walk properly, and upon telling Olenna that he was just super drunk, she had laughed as she saw him off.

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(Tywin Lannister POV)

'What could he have done in Highgarden?!' Tywin thought tiredly.

After getting the report from his spies in Highgarden that Castian had visited the Tyrells, Tywin had tried to find out what went on while Will was there.

The news he got was definitely noteworthy, but he couldn't make sense of it.

The day of his arrival, Castian had shaken the city, not out of anger, but out of challenge to Mace, even going so far as to rip the castle floor apart.

He restored the floor back to normal, but to be able to do something like that was incredible.

'I knew Mace was a fool, but it seems I gave him far too much credit if he actually went against Castian.' Tywin though in disdain for the fat oaf of Highgarden.

His spies had also told him about Willas Tyrell being healed from an injury which had left him crippled, and Tywin could only marvel as he added the information to his little notebook.

The spies did mention something about a trade deal for potatoes to Dorne, saying something about using them for a drink. Tywin simply made a note to look into that later.

The spies mentioned Castian staying in the city for a few days, purchasing a wheat and other crops in bulk, which according to the spies was enough to keep all of Casterly Rock fed for months.

On a more pleasant note, if the guards could be believed, Castian was trying to gain allies, and simply started from Dorne.

Tywin couldn't prove it, but it made a bit of sense if anything about the man was to be believed. 'Olenna got the deal of a life time!' Tywin thought, a little envious she had managed to get a deal he would have paid handsomely for, but there was still time.

House Lannister was one of, if not the most powerful in all of Westeros, so it would make sense to form an alliance with him. 'Only time will tell.' Tywin thought, closing the book on Castian for the day.

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(Will POV)

The ride back to Dorne was rather eventful compared to his trip to Highgarden. Less than 2 hours after they set off, Drox had told him there was a rider following them, but also that he wasn't wearing anything that would identify him to any particular house.

"He could just be a traveler." Drox said, but Will doubted it. Just to be on the safe side though, they let the man follow them around for most of the day, even when they diverted from the road, confirming their suspicions when the man followed as well.

When night came, Will and Drox waited until the stalker had went to sleep, then moved silently through the forest towards him.

Without magic, Will wouldn't have been able to find Shade as she stalked through the forest much quicker and quieter than they did, and made sure Drox wasn't going to let her go animalistic on the poor fool before they could get the information they wanted.

Getting close to the sleeping man, Drox pointed his spear at the man's throat while Will gave him a small kick to the side to wake him up.

"Wakey Wakey, bitch!" Will said cruelly, a smirk on his face as he stared at the man through the dark of night.

The man was startled and reached for a dagger at his side, but the spear tip that pressed against his throat stopped him rather quickly.

"P-P-Please N-No! Don't kill me!!" The man pleaded in a terrified manner.

"You have 5 seconds to tell me who sent you to follow us before your head rolls!" Will stated, his smirk never leaving his face.

The man sniveled and whined, saying that no one had sent him and he was simply a woodsman out in the forest.

Mentally counting down, once the 5 seconds passed and the man hadn't given a correct answer, Will used wind magic to sever the man's head from his shoulders before he burned the body, turning it to ash.

"He might have been a woodsman!" Drox said quietly, and Will could only scoff at that.

"Sometimes I forget how ignorant and trusting you are of the world. There isn't an axe anywhere near here, no rope to tie any wood to his horse, and no carriage for his horse to pull. On top of that, we travelled a stupidly out of the way route to get here, and he followed our trail perfectly." Will explained tiredly, then added, "If it looks like a duck and sounds like a duck, it's probably a duck!"

There was no other interruption's after that, and it wasn't long before they rode into Dorne.

Going straight to the Watergardens, they found the place empty, save for a few guards. Figuring everyone else was probably in the palace, they decided to make their way there instead.

The guards at the gate knew both of them quite well at this point, so they allowed them entry without so much as batting an eye.

They passed a few servants along the way, but they had yet to get find anyone of the familiar faces they were looking for.

It wasn't until they got close to the throne room that they saw something that put them both on edge.

The body of a servant was laying outside the main doors, as well as the corpses of two guards, while the main doors to the throne room were closed, which was odd considering neither of them had ever seen those doors closed since they had arrived in Dorne.

Activating magic sense, Will looked inside the throne room, and the sight he saw caused his rage to reach levels it had never been close to since he came to this world.

Elia was bleeding and being held by two people with weapons pointed at her that Will hadn't seen before with a dozen men surrounding them, while Rhaenys was on the floor at her feet holding her stomach.

Oberyn, Doran, and Aegon were in the center of the room with 4 guards, all with their weapons drawn, but obviously made no move for fear of something happening to Elia.

The cause for all of this, Viserys, who was sitting on one of the two thrones with Daenerys at his feet, but she looked to be in the worst state of everyone in the room.

About 10 people surrounded Viserys, looking like his loyal soldiers.

Losing himself to anger, Will destroyed the door in an instant as he burst into the room, barrels of water appearing all around him before they burst open and encased everyone before they could move.

Elia and the people holding her were all encased in water, while the guards surrounding them were bound by stone.

The throne Viserys was sitting on warped and held him in place, while the men surrounding him were flung around the room when the floor beneath them moved to ensnare them.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!!" Will roared, his magic radiating off of him in pulses, almost smothering everyone in the room in the pressure he was giving off.

He was pissed, and a lot of people were about to die.