Chapter 7

The ship sailed smoothly on the sea, and the sun above the ocean was very warm. The sunny day made Daemon very refreshed.

In order to realize his ambition, Daemon turned his attention to the uninhabited land in the Narrow Sea - the Stepstones Islands.

This is a series of islands lying between Westeros and the continent of Essos, from the east of Dorne to the Disputed Lands.

Although it is said to be ownerless, it is only legally ownerless. In reality, the Stepstones are a shelter for pirates, and one of the free Cities, Tyrosh, is also located in the Stepstones and often launches wars to proclaim superiority.

Daemon knew that this lawless land, inhabited by pirates and free merchants, was the perfect starting base for his ambitions.

The ship slowly approached the land, and Daemon stood on the deck and scanned the shore.

There is a lighthouse at the port of the harbour. People come and go, dock workers push wine barrels off from Tyroshi merchant ships, fishermen sell the fish of the day, and children run and play.

A R'hllor priest in a redrobe led two horses and walked slowly along the coast. Above him, a prostitute poked her head out of an inn window to greet passing sailors.

Several Tyrosh merchants had gathered at the docks to wait for the ship to come in, and as soon as the Daemon's ship was tied up, they shouted and asked questions.

"We come from Oldtown!" the captain called down, "with apples and oranges, wine from the Arbor, feathered cloaks from the Summer Isles, a piece of Myrish lace, mirrors for the ladies, and a pair of Oldtown Your wooden harp, it's real!" The plank of the ship creaked and lowered, and landed on the pier with a bang.

When the ship plank fell, the covers that originally covered the goods were lifted, and countless soldiers with red and black dragon-slaying marks on their clothes rushed ashore!

"Take this place!" With the order, the whole city fell into the flames of war.

Steel swords swung, and men fled and wept and begged and died all around them, and the dusty air was filled with smoke and flames.

"Fus-Ro-Dah!"

A soaring similar to a dragon's roar sounded through the sky, and the unknown invisible force broke through the gates of the rulers and demonstration of this unknown power killed the enemy's will to fight.

...It didn't take long for Daemon to become the new ruler of the Stepstone Islands.

In fact, there were not many soldiers who followed Daemon to the sea. Because of his rock-shattering roar, which was like the power of a dragon, all the pirates who resisted on the small islands were executed.

Daemon proclaimed himself the "Lord of the Stepstones" and later became the "Archon" of Tyrosh.

This deed spread throughout Westeros, Essos and Sothros.

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... "The rain is so fucking cold!" Daemon complained as he walked north along King's Road.

The reason for his secret trip to the North was that he had received a report saying that his good friend Tyrion Lannister was returning from the Wall. Daemon deeply admired Tyrion's talent and wanted to invite him to join his Stepstones Kingdom.

As the sky grew darker and the rain continued to pour, he was forced to seek shelter at a nearby inn near the crossroads to rest for a bit. It was likely that Tyrion would not be travelling at night, so maybe he would be lucky enough to run into his friend here.

The inn was located at the fork of three rivers to the north, and he arrived when it was already nearly dark.

The owner of the inn was a fat woman named Masha Heddle who kept chewing Sourleaf in her mouth.

"Only the rooms upstairs are left, nothing else," she said, still chewing

He agreed and followed Masha up the narrow, dusty stairs to the room. The room was small and dimly lit with only a small, single window letting in some light. 

     "Leave your Boots here,"

     Masha took the money and told him, " I'll clean it up later. I don't want to see you walking upstairs through the mud. Pay attention to the bell, if you come late, you will have nothing to eat. " she said blankly and left.