Ch.87

Yeah, whoever said taking back a kingdom, even one that wanted to be taken back, was easy. There I was sending letters to all of the seven kingdoms, telling them of the Lannister's incest kids, Joffrey's lust for cruelty and Dorne's return to ruling itself. Highgarden sent a letter saying they'd support Renly Baratheon. I sent them a letter saying it was best if they chose to rule themselves, but if they needed a king, there was a candidate.

I sent the old girl a letter of the Targaryen and Stark brat I protected and raised. I told them in the letter that he was amounting his forces to come and take the throne from any who was after it and after that, the White Walkers in the north needed dealt with. I left it at that and worked on making better roads, gathering horses, herds and stockpiling grain in massive storages. The old sea routes were secure while the raiding Iron Born were captured and sent to the wall in fur cages.

Yara was surprised but seeing as the cages had to be refurbished, she understood what happened to her people before when they went missing during a raid on Dorne. When I wasn't helping settle disputes, preparing for what was to come or dealing with other matters, I was heading to Kings Landing to bring Arya, Ned and the surviving Stark men back to the north on Sansa's request.

I did stop to check on Cersei's progress and fuck her again, this time as a supposed cousin while he was sent under an illusion to Joffrey's room. I'd put a spell on Cersei's cunt so that I'd know when someone else was trying to fuck it and they'd be compelled to have at Joffrey instead while I came to take Cersei myself. No one had fucked her except me since the tower and that's the way it would stay.

Anyways, Ned, Arya and the Stark men were back in the north, Ned was grateful for the help and knew I'd done it for Sansa who oddly wanted to marry now. I left that alone and went back to Dorne because Margaery and Daenerys were due to give birth anytime now as were all the women in my harem including Yara, Osha and Gilly. I'd been fucking them pretty much non stop when I wasn't dealing with shit because Gilly really was too tight and most of them were in fact, but I was relieved the pain medicines helped and their bodies fully dilated so the baby's were born without issues.

A large nursery in the castle beside the main bed chamber with only one way in was made. Whoever went after the kids would have to go through the main chamber and that wasn't an easy thing to do. Not even the Martells dared try while no doubt faceless men would have a go if they could. Each of the new mothers were given private quarters in the same fashion as the nursery, with the only entrance through the main chambers.

As for Daenerys and Margaery, they were the only ones without such chambers as they stayed in the main chamber. They had balconies and of their own in which I took great pleasure in taking them on when they'd recovered. I was a busy man so the nights were when they suffered my whims, but on rare occasions, I'd spare a half hour to take a couple of them. They were busy themselves, learning to read, wright, fight and all manners of things.

Dorne was under reconstruction and ships were being built in bulk to prepare for the coming times. Food was being stockpiled by the tons in special places across Dorne and coin was being brought in to bring Dorne out of the black with the Iron Banks. News of Jon Targaryen raising an army in Essos had spread. Rings were forged for my harem and wives, with my wives getting the most ornate ones.

Daenerys had two dragons intertwined and as they met a ruby heart was there housed between them. Margaery's was a rose with a sapphire center with vines making the band. The rest varied from house to preferences. They knew they'd be immortal when they wore them, immune to poisons and diseases as well, but not immune to death.

Anyways, the north went to war with the south, breaking off as Ned became king in the north. Months passed as the Tyrells and Dorne stayed out of things. The Lannisters went to war with the Starks, the Riverlands and the Stormlands. Almost a full seven months passed before I was called to the north by Ned to marry Sansa.

I warned her I was not like most men and she still wanted to marry so we did before their old gods and Wyrwood trees. Sansa and I shared a chamber for the night in the castle and she became a woman. I lit a joint while speaking with Ned and his lords. They wanted my support in taking Kings Landing.

I grunted wearily. "You're forgetting all the wildfire the alchemist guild has been making and storing there since the Targaryen's reign. Cersei may be a daft cunt and Joffrey's not winning any intelligence awards, but the little Lannister is not so soft between the ears. A fleet assault is near impossible because one boat loaded with wildfire would wipe it out within minutes in a massive explosion."

The lords frowned and Ned asked about a doubled attack from both sides. I looked over his map before asking him. "Why do you care about the throne again? Especially when Mance Raider has a horde of a hundred thousand wildlings and giants about to head south fleeing a white walker army?"

The entire room quieted until Roose Bolton spoke up. "The White Walkers are fairy tales."

I chuckled. "That's what the Martells used to say about me every few centuries and try to kill me to usurp my throne. It never ends well for them, but then I keep them around to challenge me. No, the white walkers are real. They were created by the children of the forest back in their war against the First Men. An army of undead designed to while out all men, growing with the more men they kill. It's why the wildlings burn their dead."

I waved a hand. "Hell, they're why Brandon Stark built the damned wall in the first place. What's more, if the White Walkers get to the wildlings before they cross the wall, their numbers will swell and the next long night may be the last mankind ever sees."

I leaned against a table while they paled. Ned asked. "How long?"

I shrugged. "The white walkers are in no hurry because they're undead and don't age. It could be a year or a decade, but they will come within your lifetime assuming you aren't killed fighting a pointless war in the south. As it is I'm stockpiling food, weapons and training my armies as fast as men will join. I have a hundred and fifty thousand men so far, all with dragon glass and Valyrian steel swords. It's the only things capable of injuring and killing the undead for good besides dragon fire."

Ned nodded and said I'd given him a lot to consider. I waved a hand. "The boy is gathering his armies in Essos. When he crosses the sea Dorne and the Reach will lsupport his ascension to the throne. If you feel he's worthy you can support him as well, but support is all he'll get. Dorne will not bend knee to any king, even me, let alone a Stark and Targaryen's brat who refused to wear clothes in the south until he was five. Freaking crazy lot you are."

Sansa walked over and into my arms asking. "Crazy are we?"

I grunted. "Maybe a few sane ones in the bunch."

The men laughed and even Ned chuckled a bit. Lord Bolton asked. "What's a woman doing at a strategy council?"

I growled low. "You're speaking of Sansa Romanoff, queen of Dorne. You will hold respect in your tone or your tongue will decorate the walls with the rest of you in pieces."

Roose paled and Sansa told him. "In Dorne all are equal and as queen I am equal to my king."

Roose apologized and Sansa told him. "As queen of Dorne I'm expected to participate in all matters that concerns my lord, weigh in my opinion and look for what's best for my people at all times."

Even Ned was a bit taken aback but then he wasn't the one who touched a memory orb filled with knowledge on Dorne, it's people, capabilities, laws and my memories of battle strategies. She'd learned a great deal in one night and was greatly tired mentally afterwards as much as she was physically. That's why it took time for her to rouse and join me. I rubbed her stomach absentmindedly while she looked over the maps and asked if the North was continuing it's war or withdrawing to prepare for the next long night.

Ned looked to his lords and sighed. "We're withdrawing. Let the southern lords fight it out over the throne. When Jon Targaryen returns, he's promised eight thousand men for the walls after he takes over the remaining five kingdoms if the Tyrells haven't withdrawn."

I shook my head. "They have no strong candidates for king of the Reach. As for the crown's debt, the Iron Banks will come for their five million gold eventually and with Littlefinger behind John Arryn's death because his bastard sits in the Vale throne, he'll likely insight the Lannisters to attack the north because he craves your wife. Verys will support Jon's ascension to the throne because it's what's good for the realm."

I tapped the map over the Riverlands. "With the death of the previous lord, the Riverlands and the Twins will become problematic. The Frays need dealt with before the coming war at the walls and the wildlings will want to come to Dorne. We're making homes and pens for the giants and mammoths now with enough small houses and cities built for the wildlings. Food is being set aside for them and the nets are pulling in more and more fish to feed the army."

I waved a hand. "If you'd like me to deal with them, say so and they'll be in Dorne before nightfall. But the castles along the wall need rebuilt, manned and reinforced. This won't end easily nor fast. The walkers are coming and if my magic holds true, they have a dragon corpse with them. I'd recommend you go to the tombs, burn your dead and continue to do so or they'll come back when the white walkers break the wall because they will eventually."

He grimaced. "So be it. Take them if you can hold that many."

I nodded and turned to Sansa before opening a portal to the castle. "Go, it's to our home. When I return I'll bring your things."

She nodded and kissed me before leaving. I opened another portal as that one closed, heading to speak with a former crow about a place in the south. After I pulled the sword out of my throat and the axe out of my chest, I told them the lands beyond the wall had their own customs and they'd adhere to them or find somewhere else to live.

I told them Dorne was as far south as the land goes, but they could go east to Essos across the sea afterwards or cross south to Valyria where the volcanos are erupting and they'll die by burning rock called magma if the poisoned air doesn't kill them. I switched to the old tongue and told the giants that they'd be welcomed in Dorne as well with their pets, but they'd have to follow the laws of no killing, no stealing and no raping or eating humans, live or dead.

For that last part I turned to the wildlings. I told them food was plentiful and the lands had trees that grew fruits, fields of vegetables and seas full of fish. The giants agreed and Mance Raider looked to his people. I told them I needed no one to bend knee, but everyone would be held to the most basic laws of Dorne's civilized society or they'd be put to the sword.

They looked uneasy and I told them. "If Dorne isn't for you, I can send you to Essos and you can try your luck not getting raped and killed by the horse lords, enslaved and sold or just fucked to death. If you go to Essos I can't guarantee your safety, food supplies or fresh clean water. I can't guarantee homes waiting for you there and I won't give a fuck what you do."

I stared at Mance before looking to the crowd. "Now, you have four options. First you can stay here and the white walkers kill you all. Second, you can cross the wall and face the Southerners there, army against army, some of you may survive the onslaught and get south. Third, all of you can pack and come to Dorne, learn to fight, defend what's yours and have food to survive the coming long night. Or finally take your chances in Essos where you'll be in hot lands with no supplies except what you have and hundreds of thousands of slavers, blood thirsty horse lords and fanatic priests of the new religions trying to burn you all on pyres to their gods."

Most chose Dorne while some few chose to take their chances in Essos. None chose to stay for either option there. I opened up two massive portals and told them where each went. The giants went first and the wildlings followed when the few to Essos were gone through, everyone else had packed and moved through the portal to Dorne.

They moved pretty damned fast with the intent to get the fuck out of the north. Once in Dorne, they found empty cities full of homes, food, fresh water and houses for giants outside the cities on the grassy oasis lands. I told them they can stay there or make there more places in the deserts, but they will be required to learn to fight be they man, woman or giant. Months soon passed as they found nothing beyond my words were expected of them and soon they began earning their own coin learning to fish on large boats or selling mammoth wool.