Chapter 46: Tyrosh, Myr and Lys part 1

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- Percival Bolton POV -

- Lys - Free Cities - Essos - 282 A.D -

"So, today hereby and with the authority gained.... After losing all our leaders, and in order to find someone to guide us on our way, I name Percival Bolton as Lord of Tyrosh / Myr / Lys" said three people in three different places at different times of the same day.

The people could not say anything, there was nothing they could do. The leaders were dead, and those under them were loyal to me. Out of fear of course... But that doesn't matter, they were equally loyal. That in all three cities, and among them were those who pay them to the army. Soldiers fight for those who pay them in Essos, so it was all mine.

How did it all start? Well... It's an interesting story.

- Braavos - Free Cities - Essos - 280 A.D -

My next target for conquest was the trio of cities of Tyrosh, Myr and Lys. Each quite different from the other, but they have one thing in common all three. Which is that they constantly clash via mercenaries, in a place called "The Disputed Lands", the land that lies at the center of the three cities.

This also means that the cities must be captured simultaneously, or the capture of one would alert the others. And I don't want to lose soldiers in such a useless way as taking them on mercenaries.

Although in time numbers would not be a problem. For using the methods of the great masters of Astapor, I was training 40,000 more Unsullied to join their fellows as men totally loyal to me from their purest instincts. And besides that, about 100,000 more soldiers as normal soldiers. It may seem like quite a lot, but it's not much counting all the cities I control.

"How are they progressing?" I asked Qyburn next to me.

Since we had infiltrated people into these cities, albeit in different ways since the political structure was different depending on the type.

First was Lys, which had a conclave of Magister, with a leader with the title of "First Magister", who led the entire council. Although the military side of the city was led by the "Gonfaloniere".

Then there is Myr, which has a similar structure. With nothing more than the Magister council. Nothing more special than that. There are only them without any other figure of relevance. Although there are usually Magister who have more authority than others.

Finally there is Tyrosh, which doesn't even have a Magister. It has only one ruler with the title of Archon of Tyrosh. Who is elected by the nobles and rich. This is probably the easiest city to take. Cutting off one head is easier than cutting off many clearly.

- General POV -

- Lys - Free Cities - Essos - 281 A.D -

In a luxurious, dimly lit room with an elegant wooden table in the center. Ten scowling figures were seated.

All wore lavish robes along with extravagant jewelry that spoke of how gifted they were when it came to money. It was a sign of their greed and ostentation. But another common feature they all had in common was their greasy cheeks along with their big bellies. Which showed, besides greed, gluttony.

"Those bastards of Myr and Tyrosh.... How dare they!" shouted one of the men. He was Tarrot Ormollen, father of Tregar Ormollen, and Magister of Lys.

"It seems they want another direct war" commented another man with a frown.

"It already started the war the moment they killed one of our own!" shouted Tarrot again.

"Is it certain they were Myr or Tyrosh people?" asked a man sitting in a chair higher than the others, and at his words everyone fell silent. It was Vilo Haen, the First Magister of Lys.

"Who else but" shouted another Magister as the rest nodded fervently. The only quiet one was Vilo and one more Magister who had not spoken, his name was Corcheas Dymeria.

Originally in the city there are 10 Magister and 1 First Magister. But one of the Magisters had been killed. And following the clues of who hired the assassins, the culprits were people from Myr. Who also attacked Tyrosh. But at the same time, Tyrosh attacked a Magister from Myr.

"Calm down," said the First Magister. "I want to find out the person responsible for the incident well and then act. But hire more mercenaries in case we need them" added Haen and everyone nodded but with a bit of annoyance then retreated.

"This is outrageous" said Corcheas that same night meeting with Tarrot and four other Magisters.

"Correct!" roared Tarrot. "We are Magister! We can't let them slaughter us like pigs..."

"You're absolutely right my friend... This First magister has no respect for us or our position" added Corcheas and all the others nodded. To then make a plan to overthrow the First Magister, take control and go to war.

Similar situations were happening in both Myr and Tyrosh. With power figures making alliances and wanting to wipe out the leaders of pacifist tendencies. Who suspected that everything was not so simple. But unfortunately for them, as well as fortunately for others, the trust in their leaders, as well as the loyalty of the subordinates, was not so great as to follow them blindly while feeling offended.

Pride, gluttony and greed. Those words will be written on the grave of every foolish Magister.

- Percival Bolton POV -

- Braavos - Free Cities - Essos - 281 A.D -

"Is everything progressing well?" I asked with a smile. This last year I was just giving the orders from higher up, as I was learning the magic I got in Valyria, training the dragons and seeing how to create armor for them, as well as fucking Ashara. So, while I knew the plans, I wasn't directly overseeing them.

If Qyburn wanted to, he could fuck me pretty good. But he didn't know about my magical empathic ability, so, sensing his feelings, I knew his loyalty was genuine and growing. I could trust the guy. Because he was also interested in immortality, so I sometimes occupied the stone to rejuvenate him.

"All is going splendidly well My Lord," Qyburn told me. "The seeds are set, and all the cities are preparing to overthrow their governors and then for war.... Our puppets are slowly taking over control of the army, while the other Magisters conspire to kill each other" he said.

"That's good. But I guess at that point Lys has more problems."

"That is correct, since with the Gonfaloniere it will be harder to take over the army. But men die, especially military men" Qyburn commented smiling, and I smiled back.

"Just let it all flow then. Set up THAT meeting where it will all end.... Gotta hurry" I told him, and the guy nodded and then withdrew while I stayed on my throne with Ashara at my side.

"I'm glad everything is going well" said the Dayne girl.

"It's only natural... History has shown that all my conquests are successful" I said smiling.

"Oh... I guess I have to give you a prize after all" she told me flirtatiously.