-Chapter 48-

-POV MC-

"I wouldn't rank all nobles but I made a point to rank some personally, first the Starks who have protected and hidden me for many years I offer them the title of Archduke."

I immediately felt the old lion's eyes on me because he was unaware of anything and I was sure he disapproved of my decision but the theater scene was just beginning, I was about to move on to the next when Tyrion stood up and said:

"Your Majesty I am sorry but I cannot let you do this."

"Excuse me are you questioning my orders Tyrion"

Ghost stood up and started growling at the dwarf while silently approaching me.

"I would not dare…" he said, bowing.

"But I am your hand and I advise you to think about it," he said seriously.

"Why?" I said, perplexed.

"The Starks have betrayed your house not once not three but four times."

The Northern Lords stood up all at once looking at Tyrion with bloody eyes and swearing and I really had a hard time staying serious knowing it was just an act.

"Tyrion I tolerate you because you are my hand but if you speak ill of my family again Ghost will make you his dinner."

Tyrion pretended to sit down but he stood up again and asked:

"Majesty may I speak freely"

"Of course," I said, waving my hand for him to speak.

"First of all, the Stark house allied with other houses to overthrow your family can they deny it?"

My adoptive father looked at me calmly surely he had guessed what was happening but powerless he said:

"No."

My face frowned and took on a cold hue before Tyrion finished saying:

"When he realized that the war had been instrumentalized to weaken the Targaryens did he say anything? When you were born what did he do? He simply brought you back as his BASTARD, the king of the seven crowns raised as a bastard in Winterfell.

And that's not even the worst, the worst betrayal happened when he tried to make you join the night's watch...every noble knows that today the night's watch is a den for traitors, rapists, thieves, and notorious brigands AND so that you would not become a threat to the usurper as well as HIS lineage or lack of lineage should I say," Tyrion said, glancing slightly mockingly at his sister who was looking at him with clear murder intent.

"He pushed you to join an order that would deprive you of all your rights as well as the continuity of the noblest lineage in the history of Westeros he raised you to be a docile little puppy that would obey his every move unfortunately whether it be wolves or dragons none likes to be chained and you are both."

All the nobles looked at Tyrion with a stunned expression because none of them would have dared to speak to me as he just did, in fact even Tyrion wouldn't have dared if I had not given him permission.

I closed my eyes and said:

"What do you propose?"

"Punishment and Reward go hand in hand you told me that yesterday, for having overthrown the Targaryens -1 rank of nobility plus 100,000 gold dragons, for raising you as a bastard and not as the crown prince and future king -1 rank of nobility 500,000 gold dragons, for trying to destroy a royal lineage of 300 years -1 rank of nobility and 1,000,000 gold dragons, for not responding to the king's call to war -2 ranks of nobility 3,000,000 gold dragons that the entire North will have to pay, remove the suzerainty of the North from the Starks and choose a more loyal banneret to occupy the North."

"You dirty cockroach"

"Filthy Gnome"

"Kind of half-man without honor"

The Northern Lords all stood up except the Starks who were watching me I guess they all understood that it was my little revenge for 14 years of psychological torture, I raised my hand and most stopped except for a giant who drew his sword and ran towards Tyrion.

I raised my hand and he was frozen as if time had stopped around him I then clenched my fist and he was able to move again but his body was in the air and unable to breathe I had learned this movement from Star Wars Force choke, a damn good move to scare common nobles.

When his head turned purple my adoptive father stood up and he said:

"J...Aegon you know how the Great Jon is he has quite hot blood."

I loosened my fist and the Great Jon fell and I said:

"If any of you draw your sword I will separate the arm holding his weapon you are warned now Tyrion may have words exceeding the context but we are all civilized nobles before taking action it is better to use words."

"Yes Your Majesty," said most of the assembled nobles with occasional various compliments added blah...blah...blah meaningless words from meaningless people who would turn their backs on me at the slightest weakness I would show