Chapter 34: Guests

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Ellaria liked to think of herself as a well-traveled and well-learned woman—her adventures at her lover's side spanning continents—but the sights she bore witness to after reaching their destination had her rethinking everything she'd ever believed.

After Ellaria and her two stepdaughters set sail, accompanied by a small entourage of house guards, their original destination had been the North's formerly only port city, White Harbor. However, upon reaching Pentos, they'd received news that, within mere moons, a city like none other, constructed on the banks of a canal that somehow connected the narrow sea to the sunset, was now the new capital, as well as the new trade hub of the North.

At the time, she thought it nothing more than half-truths and lies by the invading King to create a façade of strength and stability. Afterall, how can anything other than a shabby town of timber have been erected within the claimed timeframe?

Nevertheless, Ellaria decided that this acclaimed place would be their best bet at finding her captured family, and with Oberyn's connections, they easily slipped onto a Swan boat happening to be taking a direct route to their target without any the wiser.

But oh, how wrong she'd been, Ellaria thought, joining her daughters as their mouths hung open at the sights, the gleaming, towering structures making her wonder if they'd somehow traveled to another world—one straight out of the whimsical tales she'd listened to as a child.

"Gods be good, how is this possible?" Nymeria questioned, speaking for the three of them.

"We've heard rumors of this King being a powerful sorcerer. It's the only reasonable excuse I could give," Ellaria suggested, now more worried than ever about their chances of reuniting with Arianne and Tyene.

"At the very least, we shouldn't stand out during our stay here," Nymeria said, and Ellaria had to agree. The city's streets were teaming with all sorts of foreign accents and skin color, they would simply be another few unassuming faces in the crowd.

"Come, let us find a room to rent, we can wonder about witchcraft once we've settled," Ellaria told them, their guards leading the way after asking around for a decent inn, only for the streets they traveled down to become suspiciously quiet, the shopkeepers boarding their windows as all others made themselves scarce.

She was beginning to have a bad feeling about this, and as if her fears had manifested, heavily armored soldiers, clad in gold, poured from the side streets, surrounding their little group more than ten-fold. Had they been betrayed so soon?

Ellaria didn't even bother drawing the dagger hidden on her thigh. This was an unwinnable fight, and she wouldn't pointlessly risk the lives of her paramour's daughters.

"Guests from Dorne, his eminence, Lux Tenebris, invites you to the royal palace," one of the surrounding men announced, making her sigh at being so thoroughly outwitted.

At least they were being treated as guests for now. She didn't know if this king practiced the same rights as the rest of Westeros, but surely, they wouldn't be harmed without reason, right?

"If you will, a carriage has been prepared and we shall escort you to your destination," he offered, but Ellaria knew it wasn't like she had much of a choice in the matter.

"Very well, but may we know the name of our escort?" she agreed, gesturing for her guards to stand down, beginning to move towards the opening of the encirclement.

"Lazar Vhassin, Third Division Captain of The Lords Paladins, at your service," the captain introduced, a fist over his heart in what she guessed was some form of salute she was unfamiliar with. "Unfortunately, his eminence's invitation does not extend to your companions," Lazar continued, clearly referring to their retinue of guards.

"You can't expect us to follow you without protection," she objected. Did they truly expect them to leave their guards behind?

"Normally, no issue would have been raised, that is, if you had arrived here through legitimate means, but as it stands, aside from the three ladies I have orders to escort, as far as I am aware, those in front of us are nothing more than a group of hostile foreign spies," the captain told them, his almost emotionless tone making her assume that he cared only for following the orders he'd received.

Ellaria glared; it was clear to her that this was simply a show of force by the king. "What are your intentions, Captain Lazar?"

"I have no intentions other than my Lord's will, and there is no leniency given towards espionage under his domain. A swift death is all that's deserved," he stated, Ellaria's eyes going wide.

"Who do you think you are?!" Obara growled, stepping forward, and Ellaria had to put a hand on the brash young woman's shoulder to keep her from getting them caught in the crossfire.

"Please, we will go with you, these men are only following orders," she pled, only to see the captain's cold stare completely unmoved.

"As I have stated, there shall be no leniency," the captain reaffirmed, the words making Obara attempt to struggle from her hold, something the battle trained girl normally would have been capable of, if not for Nymeria joining in to help stop her sister from getting them all killed.

"Execute the dissidents," Ellaria heard the command given, her fellow Dornish not even managing to put up a modicum of resistance before meeting their end at the tips of the golden soldiers gleaming spears.

Ellaria clenched a hand around her sheathed blade in frustration. She wasn't familiar with any of the guards personally, but they were loyal veterans of the Martel household, and now, she would have to inform their families that they were slaughtered in the streets like animals. That is… if they even ended up making it out of this mess alive.

But at the end of the day, she could only lament her inherent weakness while being forcefully escorted into the domain of the man who stirred up an unimaginable amount of unrest and strife in such a short period of time.

~A New God's Conquest~

Nymeria knew that she only had herself to blame for the trouble they now found themselves in. Sure, her father had eventually given them his blessings, but even had he not, she had already planned to slip away unnoticed with her older sister, regardless of his wishes.

They'd immediately lost the element of surprise that they were relying on, and now they were being dragged into the lion's den. It truly couldn't have been worse if she'd tried.

To think that all of this was meant to rescue the two hostages from the invading king's grasp. And now it was as if they'd served themselves on a silver platter, additional leverage over her family to be sure.

Nymeria sighed, she knew that now, their only hope would be charming their way into the King's good graces. The only problem being… no one knew anything about this infamous man. Hopefully, Arianne and Tyene hadn't been sitting around doing nothing.

Lost in thought on how they could possibly make the best out of this shitty situation, before she even realized it, they were already stepping out of the carriage and being led through enormous halls that seemed to go on endlessly.

And after finally reaching the largest doorway she'd ever seen, Nymeria could honestly say that she'd have never guessed the scene they ended up walking into on the other side.

Seated upon a golden throne, a man like none other she'd seen waited. But that wasn't the unexpected bit. No, what had her attention were the two familiar faces: one draped over the man's lap and the other resting in a smaller seat at his side.

"Arianne! Tyene!" Ellaria rushed forwards, two guards grabbing her by the arms before she could near the throne.

"Normally, such disrespect would be met with harsh punishment," The King glared, and she could feel her legs weakening, almost as if there was an invisible, indescribable force spreading from his seated position. "Though, as the family of my newest paramours, there's no need for such measures."

Nymeria didn't know why, but the smarmy smile the King wore after giving them that bit of news really had her wanting nothing more than to smack him across that handsome face of his.

"Well, I'm not one for watching heartfelt reunions," he broke them out of their stupefied silence, lifting Arianne out of his lap. "Can I trust you to get your family situated, my dear?" he asked Arianne, gently stroking her face after receiving a nod before vanishing from the grand chambers.

Wait… where in the seven hells did he go? She gaped; was this the magic they'd heard whispers of. And now that she took a closer look around, she found that they were now completely left alone, not even a single guard remaining.

Nymeria wondered if she was the only one who noticed, because instead of joining her in the shock of what they'd just witnessed, Ellaria ran up the few steps to wrap their wayward family members into her arms, Obara joining shortly after.

"My sweetlings, thank the gods you're alive. I only wish we could have made it before that sick monster forced the two of you to be with him," her uncles paramour wept, and if the situation were different, Nymeria would have complained about the woman being overdramatic.

"Lux would never," Arianne gasped, seemingly shocked at the simple thought. "His Grace has a heart filled with nothing but kindness and care," she claimed.

"You can't be serious," Obara deadpanned at the side as she nodded along with the sentiment.

"It's true, Lux is the greatest man this world has ever seen. It's our honor to be at his side," Arianne whined at the disbelief.

"Sister, is this true? Or is this yet another of our cousin's delusions?" Nymeria pointedly asked the silent blonde, familiar with the games this troublesome princess often played.

Tyene let out a breath. "As much as I can hardly believe it myself, everything she says is true, for the most part."

"What do you children know about anything," Ellaria huffed, crossing her arms under her bust as she eyed the two up and down. "Men will take what they can from a girl while it lasts, and the next thing you know, you'll be forgotten and alone while they find a new, younger companion," she told them, for whatever reason deciding that now was the best time to impart her womanly wisdom onto her cousins who only rolled their eyes at the speech.

"Lux won't abandon us." Arianne firmly denied. "Besides, I'm already carrying his child," she ended her statement as if it was a completely normal occurrence, rubbing a hand over the stomach that was yet to show.

Alright, that was enough for the day, she decided, lowering herself to sit on a close by ledge, her consciousness slipping from the amount of built-up stress.

"Nymeria!"

"Nymeria!" were the last worried voices she heard before embracing the sweet abyss. Maybe when she woke up, this would have all been a dream.

~A New God's Conquest~

It truly was a beautiful land, Lux thought, hovering high above the Essosi grasslands. Too bad it's been infested by these damn horse fuckers for so long, he shook his head.

"Well, all's well that ends well," he muttered under his breath, raising a hand to prepare one of the special moves he'd been working on.

Lux carefully controlled his darkness, and egg sized singularity forming in his palm, but not stopping there, his golden radiance coalesced, surrounding the void in a swirling mass—yes, he was indeed ripping off the Rasengan without remorse.

With mass destruction nonchalantly held in hand, Lux Looked down at Vaes Dothrak, unable to stop himself from letting out a chuckle. The savages didn't even know the cataclysm that would soon befall their people and culture. He'd have to make sure at least a few survived this to spread the word.

"Event Horizon," Lux called out the name of his attack, deciding to be a bit theatrical as the abyssal sphere cloaked in light fell onto the doomed city.

And in a flash, the sprawling settlement was obliterated, the two bronze horse statues now looming over a perfectly smooth crater the only remnant left behind.

Lux whistled. "Damn, that was fucking sweet," he gave himself a pat on the back for coming up with such a badass move, and with nothing else left to do in the area, he vanished from his position high in the sky, reappearing next to his Saintess.

"I see you've already prepared your men," Lux commented, making his gorgeous Saintess jump at his sudden appearance.

Laughing lightly, he pulled his jade beauty into his embrace before she could get on her knees in a formal greeting.

"Yes, My Lord, I'm ready to set sail on your orders," Lux heard her muffled words as she spoke into his chest.

"Good, you'll rid this world of the blight calling themselves Dothraki in my name," he told the woman in his arms, stroking her silky black hair. "But this time, you won't be leaving for war as my Saintess."

"M-My Lord, have I displeased you?" Yaling nearly whimpered, making him feel kind of bad for a split second. Okay, maybe he shouldn't be playing with the emotions of such a loyal woman. Unfortunately for those around him, Lux knew he was a dick at heart and didn't see himself changing his ways anytime soon.

"Alright, alright, don't start crying yet and let me finish my monologue," he tried consoling before the woman ended up soiling his clothes with snot and tears. "You played the role of a goddess in Slaver's Bay so well; I've decided that you'll be taking on the position permanently from now on."

"My Lord, I don't deserve…" Yaling began before Lux decided to cut of the sure-to-be long winded self-diatribe, silencing any further complaints by meeting those pouty lips of hers with his own before channeling an absurd amount of divinity, nurturing the infant seed of godhood already within her petite frame.

With the former Unsullied's firm belief that Yaling was their spear goddess, she would have eventually ascended. This, however, would have taken years, and would have more than likely required the death of her mortal body.

But Lux wanted his pantheon now, dammit. And considering he had the means; he obviously wouldn't wait on nature to take its course.

"Well, my dear? How do you feel?" Lux broke the silence after casually elevating one of his lovers from her mortal shell.

"I-I feel more connected to you than ever, my lord. It's wonderful," Yaling gushed, and in a display of boldness that was quite unusual for the dutiful beauty, got onto the tips of her toes, dragging him down for a kiss of her own.

Clearly, the first member of his divine court was more than a little grateful, and it showed, his little lover not even paying attention to the nearby Paladins awkwardly looking away, pretending like the woman they worshipped as their Lady of Spears wasn't being defiled in front of their eyes.

Lux, of course, welcomed the affection, not even giving two shits about the fact that he was blatantly rubbing his prolific love life in the faces of the many single soldiers.

After all, Lux was sure that regrowing the former Unsullied's fifth limb was recompense enough for their current turmoil. He'd even gone as far as giving them all a well-above average size because he was a bro like that.

Putting his lover down, Lux grinned at her flushed red face before fixing the few strands of disheveled hair back into the neat bun she wore and giving her a final peck on her rosy cheek.

"We can continue that after you return victorious, my love," he told the slowly recomposing woman. "For now, as my goddess of war, cleanse this world of the Dothraki filth."

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