Chapter 30
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The streets of Bravos were bustling.
The girl planned to find a ship to the seven kingdoms.
"Targaryen," she heard.
She stopped secretly to listen to the conversation of some merchants.
"Yes, the daughter of the mad king, Daenerys," said one.
Arya remembered her father and King Robert's conversations as they traveled to King's Landing.
The sons of the mad king who were eliminated in the rebellion plan to attack the seven kingdoms with an army of Dothraki.
The girl had heard from the king that Daenerys was married to a Dothraki Khal that had a large army.
"He has already conquered two slave cities and I also heard from the king of Valyria," the other told him.
"Valyria? It's ridiculous, the city of dragons is destroyed," said his companion.
He shrugs his shoulders.
"I really don't know what to believe, the slave business has gone down...Even the iron bank is upset about it" he said.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Public executions of slavers, Meeren is preparing for war, and so is Volantis," the other said.
Arya coughed to cover it up.
"But why? If the girl is really the Targaryen princess? Wouldn't it be better to attack the seven kingdoms? Recover the throne of her family?" asked one.
The other shrugged.
"Who knows what passes through the mind of a Targaryen, but if you plan to traffic slaves, stay away from Astapor and Yunkai," he said.
Arya walked away.
'Daenerys Targaryen? Should I investigate her? I want to go back home but she is an enemy. ' The girl thought.
She sighed as she decided what to do and approached the docks.
"No ship to Westeros, what's wrong?" she heard a sailor complaining.
"There are several wars, the only ship that leaves for that course is a food merchant from Volantis," another pointed out.
Arya saw a large ship with animals and smiled.
"Chameleon" she whispered in an alley and became transparent, quickly got on the boat and hid.
"If she is an enemy... She will die," she whispered as she hid inside a wooden box.
[T/N: HAHA! B*tch you're literally one of the weakest Starks right now! And Danny has her own system type, not a strong one, but still.]
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Robb sat in the war room, across from Stannis and Melisandre, on one side of the room was Ser Davos.
The man was currently calling him with the title of king, apparently, the former smuggler, was most uncomfortable with Robb.
Stannis frowned in annoyance every time the smuggler called Robb his Majesty, Melisandre seemed neither upset nor surprised.
Alliser Thorne the commander of the guard. Robb had fought alongside him during the attack, he could tell that Alliser was a capable commander, as much as he didn't like Robb, he complained a lot when he freed Val, but he didn't stop him.
Alliser Thorne was an explorer, just as his uncle Benjen, who had gone missing on a mission and was presumed dead, was Jeor Mormont's replacement.
Jeor Mormont had been murdered by traitors. Robb mourned his death, he had heard great things about the former commander.
"Lord Stark" Stannis greets.
"Lord Baratheon," Robb responded.
They both looked at each other with a raised eyebrow.
Ser Davos sighed.
Melisandre looked at them amused.
Alliser even raised his eyebrow at the clear rivalry between the kings.
"Val has gone with the free people, her goal is to convince Tormund Giantslayer, a wildling leader, to bend the knee and bring men," he said.
Stannis nodded satisfied with that.
Alliser furrowed an eyebrow at that.
"Very well, at least I hope he is more understanding than Mance," said Stannis.
"I doubt it," the guard commander murmured.
Robb didn't say anything about Mance, but he continued the conversation.
"From what I have of information, the savages, or as they call themselves the free people, were divided into three groups," he said.
Davos listened.
He couldn't understand how the king of the north got the information.
Well actually he did know but he couldn't understand how he had achieved it.
'The wild girl is his spy, but how did he convince her? These free people are too proud,' thought the king's hand.
"Divide? That makes them more harmless," the king whispered.
"The savages were never smart," he said.
"Most of them left with a forest witch…apparently seeking salvation in a town to the east," Robb said.
"King Stannis is the salvation," Melisandre said.
Robb ignored her.
"The problem is the third leader," he said.
"When?" Allister asked.
The others looked at Robb, the possibility of an attack was no surprise.
"Currently? That cannot be predicted, but it will be soon," the king of the north clarified.
"We will finish them off, they have fewer men, and from what was seen in battle, no military discipline," he said.
Alliser nodded.
"At the moment there are two possibilities, with their good points and bad ones," said the king of the north.
The room was silent. Until Alliser spoke.
"Attack or defense," he said.
Robb nodded.
"That's right commander...Defend the wall or attack the savages before they attack" he said.
The others became thoughtful.
"The wall is still under repair, many doors broken, towers defenseless, and the guard has suffered a strong blow in the previous attack, more than thirty percent of my men are dead" he clarified.
"Right," Robb said.
"If we concentrate our efforts on defense, we must repair the gates and towers before they arrive, that leaves us with a small number of men, since despite having soldiers, we do not have builders," he said.
"And the attack?" Davos asked.
"We have a numerical advantage, but we do not know the terrain, the savages know these lands, their caves, and forests, they could take us by surprise, despite our numbers," Robb said.
"What do you recommend?" Stannis asked.
"Attack, even though we have a disadvantage, our objective can be completed more quickly like this... We do not need to kill all the savages, only their leaders, dispersing the rest after stopping the orders of their generals," he said.
Stannis nods.
"Yes, it seems better to me. Besides, the wall is necessary, it should not be destroyed," he murmured.
"Who are their leaders?" Allister asked.
" Rattlecoat," said Robb.
Allister cursed.
"That cannibal? great," he muttered.
"Anyone else?" Davos asked.
"The Thenn," said the boy.
"The Thenn get along well with the giants, possibly there are a couple," said the commander.
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Melisandre hit the door.
"Come in," she heard.
She entered and she saw the queen of the north sitting in a chair writing a letter.
"Priestess," she greeted.
"Your majesty," Melisandre greeted.
The queen stood up and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"For Volantis? "She asked when looking at the letter.
She nodded.
"I heard rumors, and my father is passionate, I don't want him to get involved with this new king of Valyria," she said.
The Priestess nodded
The rumors reached her too.
Some of her sisters sent her letters.
Some were saying that the true prince who was promised was the king of Valyria.
Others said that the princess who was betrothed was the king's current lover, Daenerys Targaryen.
Mel ignored those letters.
She knew very well who the prince who was promised was.
Stannis.
This is what her lord had declared.
His dreams prove it.
Renly's death by Stannis' shadow proves this.
'The Lord of Light guided and supported me to Stannis,' she thought.
She then remembered another priest, in the riverlands. A disgraced priest who abandoned his faith, Thoros of Myr.
'But equally without faith, the Lord of light guided and blessed him' she thought, remembering the resurrection made by him.
Melisandre shook her head, she couldn't doubt her faith.
Talisa looked at her.
"Do you need anything, priestess?" she asked.
Melisandre smiled.
The queen of the north was a citizen of Volantis, it was not unusual for her to see red priests, and that is why she appeared calm, contrary to the northerners who distrusted her.
"Your majesty, I come to you in search of answers," she said.
"Answers? " asked the queen of the north.
"Your husband's skills and yours," she clarified.
The queen raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think magic is a mystery to you, priestess," she said.
Melisandre nodded.
Priestesses used magic.
They were trained by Assai magicians, others like her have had the honor of being trained in the land of shadows.
"It is not that, but this magic is different from anything I have seen...Powerful, very powerful" she muttered.
The queen looked at her for a few moments, and Melisandre felt as if her eyes reflected her soul, a pure, but powerful soul.
"Take off the ruby," the priestess heard.
Mel looked at her surprised.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"You say you want answers, but even so, you appear before me, with that false appearance, I am not a man, priestess Melisandre, I don't care about your breasts, waist, or face... You say you want answers, so ask your questions... But you do it, no. That false personality that you have invented," the queen said, with clear knowledge of its magic.
Melisandre nodded.
When she took off the ruby and put it on a table, her body changed, her old age caught her, and all those years of training, alliances, and efforts hit her. Her skin wrinkled, her breasts fell from her, her beauty disappeared.
The queen of the north, she looked at her with a smile. She approached Melisandre and caressed her face, she ignored or did not care about her wrinkles, and with great affection she caressed her.
"Beautiful, this is how you are, priestess. There is no need for that false manner in front of women, you are perfect like that" she told her.
Melisandre felt uncomfortable.
The caresses of the queen of the north were full of warmth, endless emotions hit her, affection, love, sweetness.
Those emotions invaded her, the priestess became nervous, she did not remember well the last time she felt it was hers.
Long before she became who she is.
Long before being Melisandre.
She sighed and thanked the queen for the compliment, and this time she was sincere, and they talked, for hours, asking everything she wanted.
Unfortunately the Queen of the North, she didn't possess all of her answers, but she possessed some.
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Arya looked at the place.
Again in the white room.
They had set sail for Volantis a few days ago, the girl hid in a box, few sailors came down to check the place.
At night, she would retire, covered in chameleon and muffle.
Twice she had to get rid of a man she saw while she was eating food, it was a big ship, men occasionally fall into the sea, so her escapades went unnoticed.
The constant use of her abilities brought with it a level up, while she traveled to Volantis.
{Congratulations, you have leveled up!
You have seven skill points to spend.
Name: Arya Stark
Level: 8
Title:
Faceless Assassin (+1 skill point)
Skill Points 7
Exp: 0/440
Skills:
Concealment Magic Level: 4}
The girl smiled satisfied, finally, she could raise her concealment skill.
{The player has selected Concealment Magic
Do you want to improve concealment magic to level 5?}
The girl quickly said yes. The room lit up again and Arya felt cold, more than in the north or anywhere else, images appeared in her head.
{Concealment Magic level: 5 acquired
Cost: 80 mana per spell
Sticky feet: you can walk on walls or ceiling for ten minutes}
This she smiled at that.
Her killing style would undoubtedly be more powerful now. Without saying anything else she left the room.
She tested the magic by walking on the walls and ceiling. She expected to have a dizzy feeling from being upside down, but she didn't feel strange at all.
She quickly took what food she could and nodded to the cellar.
"Just a few more days," she murmured as she passed through the door in silence.
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Jon yawned and turned to see the sun's rays coming through the window.
The boy looked around him, even in his room in the Yunkai palace.
He looked next to him to see Daenerys' naked body, he looked over her, and he couldn't help but run his hand along her back, covered with only a silk sheet, allowing him to appreciate every curve of the beautiful woman.
Daenerys woke up to at his touch, and she looked at Jon and smiled.
"Did I wake you?" he asked.
The girl smiled in response and hugged him to kiss his lips.
"Good morning," she purred.
Jon sighed with pleasure, taking advantage of the girl's closeness to caress her bare breasts.
"Oh you missed me," she whispered.
And boy did he.
To have regular sex with her on Asaptor.
To go alone with his army in the conquest of Yunkai.
Not to mention the passion of the battle and the heat of the place.
Yes, he had missed her.
"You have no idea," he muttered.
She smiled as she kissed him again.
"Well, my love. Now you know the responsibilities I will have when I become your wife," she said, kissing his neck.
"These will be my duties, after all. Maybe I should forbid them until the wedding?" she muttered.
Jon shook his head quickly.
"No...Please...Take it as a preview" he said.
Danny laughed.
"Preview? Very well, I'll take it as what you ask," she whispered, following her caressing his neck.
"But remember, I will fulfill my duties when I marry you, wherever... Whatever," she purred in his ear.
Jon couldn't take it anymore, he turned around putting Danny under him.
The girl smiled mischievously.
"Can't you stand it, my king?" she asked.
Jon fell kissing her lips with passion.
[T/N: SPICY! Dam that girl, Arya?, she's pissing me off, though I think it's just the thought of someone hurting our little dragon that set me off. If you like this chapter then leave a comment, write a review, and drop some stones. If you want to read a few advanced chapters then check out the P@treon or the Ko-fi.]
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