Chapter Sixty-one: Lost King.

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~~~Lucerys Velaryon, First Moon, 277 AC~~~

~~~King's Landing~~~

Despite winter in King's Landing being much more manageable than in other parts of the seven kingdoms, as it was in Riverland, the Vale, or the North, you still felt the cold biting you in the ass, and that was not a pleasant feeling. 

Regardless of the weather, and the fact that it was already getting lower and lower along with the time, that didn't make the movement and 'life' of the city stop, since the little people couldn't afford luxuries to stop, mainly since that depended on whether they brought food and money to their homes and families, sometimes I felt grief for them, but in the end, I concluded that it was their fault for being born poor and in decay. 

Thanks to the money in my house, I could buy decent clothes to keep me warm during the winters, which made the trips to the docks to do my work less cumbersome.

However, in front of me this time, and perhaps for the first time, many, and when I mean many, I mean children, women, men, merchants, blacksmiths, and even nobles, we stopped in the joint agreement. The reason? The massive ship was docked at the docks in front of the river gate. 

In a colossal ship with golden amber-colored banners, with a purple four-legged dragon with a golden crown on its neck. "Xandar," I said aloud. With mixed feelings at the sight of the ship from that distant realm. 

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Many in Westeros called it the second Valyria, with rumors of extreme wealth, giant buildings, the light at night, Valyria-like streets, and... dragons. Those and many more tales had come from across the Narrow Sea whenever travelers came from Essos and docked at High Tide or King's Landing. Bringing more and more absurd stories. 

Though now, looking at the massive ship in front, along with the dozen more of them anchored offshore, companions of the one I had docked with and which looked huge, even though they were miles from shore, made me think that perhaps some of the rumors concerning the giant armada of Xandar were true. 

Because the ship in front of me was the proof. Hell, even Ibben's whaling ships looked like moths next to a bird, and this ship was the bird. 

Hell, I fell in love, thinking of the thousands of things I would sell to own just one of these ships. Plus, the ship was made for battle; its tall hull with the hundreds of scorpions and strange steel contraptions protruding from the decks spoke of it. 

"My Lord." One of my guards snapped me out of my reverie: "We have to go; you have a small council meeting." 

Nodding, I gathered all my willpower and stopped watching the beautiful ship to get on my horse and set sail for the Red Keep, the place where I had been informed that Varys, the mysterious man who had come from Essos to be the maester of whispers and who had become close friends with the king, had taken the captain of the ship I had fallen in love with. 

Besides, was that precious ship under the control of a woman? The king of Xandar undoubtedly was a fool to allow women to control his boats. Of course, I do not deny that one or two women were cut out to be privateers. Take the example of the Iron Islands, where women were born with a ship's sail for clothes and a spyglass for pulp (clitoris). 

However, upon arriving at the Red Keep, I saw that many were already gathered in the outer courtyard of the fortress. At the same time, a woman, tall and brown-skinned, stood beside a beautiful steed with a dignified bearing and a hardened look that only came with war. 

Being guarded by ten men who are equally or more fearsome than the beautiful woman. 

Well, at least this woman seemed to have big balls in her crotch if these men followed and listened to her. 

Varys, the spider—the nickname he had gotten—was standing near her as they spoke in a way that seemed close but simultaneously made it seem like Varys was in control, which made me suspicious. 

In many instances, Varys had spoken of his time in Xandar, whereupon, he had made the king closer to him because of his foolish stories of dragons and magic, getting more and more into the king's even more deranged mind and sowing discord between the king and his hand Tywin. 

I had not understood at first, but now, seeing how close he looked to the people of Xandar made me believe that he had some plan involving the king, and not my king, but the king of Xandar. This implied that his allegiance was not with King Aerys, something that made him more and more dangerous. 

The sound of heavy footsteps came, making me stop looking at Varys and his progeny, focusing my gaze on the gates of the Red Keep, where the royal guard came walking, led by Lord Commander Gerold Hightower, while the king walked behind them. Looking... Happy. 

Somewhat surprisingly, apart from the king, Queen Rhaella was also coming, showing off her swollen belly, and Prince Rhaegar seemed reluctant to be here.

The king didn't seem to matter to him, nor did the fact that Xandar's guests didn't bow out of respect; he walked down the steps, looking excited and with a bright smile, as he swallowed his fingers on his hands. 

"Oh, Varys, you were right; the women of Xandar are beautiful. I might opt for what Maegor and Aegon did before him and for two queens." 

The king's comment was full of obscenity and sass toward the queen, who was standing a few meters away from him with one hand on her belly and her other hand clenched into a fist but with no chance to do anything. 

"Well, Your Grace, I do not lie, and here is the proof," Varys answered with a sweet and convincing tone that made my blood warm, wanting to hang him. 

That was the exact moment when the woman who had been at Varys' side approached the king, causing the royal guard to approach and rest their hands on the pommels of their swords, getting the men accompanying the foreign woman to grab their swords as well. Still, unlike the royal guard, these did not move. Instead, they looked at the Xandarian woman, who tilted her head slightly to her right and communicated by sign to her companions, who immediately returned to their previous but attentive positions.

"What do you think they're doing?" The king exploded, returning to his erratic state and ordering his royal guard to give him space. 

After this, the king turned his attention back to the foreign woman, who had not spoken or acted in any way. "Spare my guards; you never know who wants to kill you," said the king with a yellow smile, 'dispelling' the tense atmosphere and initiating conversation with the woman. 

"Constant vigilance," spoke the woman aloud for the first time, and hell, her melodic accent filled my ears like a slut licking my balls, with the woman pronouncing the letters with a slight snake-like hiss, sending a shiver up my spine. 

"I am Zoila Monke, General of the Fifth Xandarian Fleet," the woman continued, flashing a small toothless smile, "it is good to know that Your Grace possesses guards who would give their lives to protect you."

The woman possessed such an intoxicating charm that I, several of the Red Keep guards, and even the king were momentarily stunned until the king shook his head and smiled strangely again. 

"Rhaella, Rhaegar, come here!" He called the king to his family, and the queen and the prince came over to where the king and General Zoila stood.

"This is my queen, Rhaella," the king introduced her, with Zoila giving a slight nod by way of understanding, "and this is my heir, Prince Rhaegar; he is a weak child; he loves music more than the sword, but it is what it is." He finished the king's introduction of the prince, showing once again his distaste for the prince's tastes and his bewilderment at having a 'weak' son. 

"Well, Your Majesty, I think it's still too early to think that he might become a good fighter, like his ancestor Daemon Targaryen or Dragonknight himself." Zoila gave her opinion, and, unlike what he believed, the king did not dismiss the woman's words but took them into account, smiling as he said that maybe it was true. 

Varys was already deep in the king's mind. He learned it in Xandar, thinking about how this woman had already gained the king's approval in just three lines, something that seemed complicated in these times, where not even the queen, his heir, or the hand itself could achieve. 

I only hoped that this would not ruin the peace of the seven kingdoms; the last thing we needed was a war because the king decided to follow the plans and ideas of foreigners rather than the nobles who made up his court. After all, as history has shown, wars have been formed for less.