The cruel lion

In Tywin's office, was Tywin and Pycelle.

Aslan seeing Pycell wonders.

"In the books and the series he served the interests of the Lannisters but he also served his personal interests ..."

"What do you want with me father?"

Tywin motioned for him to sit down and Aslan followed.

"This is Maester Pycell, the Maester of the royal court."

"I know him, but why is he here?"

Tywin smiled thinly and introduced him.

"Pycell has been a Lannister agent since the death of Aerys' father Jaehaerys II Targaryen."

Aslan showed a false surprise which he quickly hid. Tywin thinking he surprised his oldest son was surprised to see him be calm.

His son had an indifferent face all the time except when he was with someone close or someone with whom he got along.

"And why are you presenting it to me?"

"Because in the future he can help you if you are in King's Landing."

Aslan nodded but he decided never to call on him because he was loyal to Tywin and not to him. He would report each case to his father.

"Thank you, but I'm unlikely to return to King's Landing."

"He! Aslan, all the powerful people get together at King's Landing. One day you will be involved with King's Landing whether you like it or not."

Aslan fell silent and did not answer.

Tywin looked at his son and Pycelle was nervous about the father and son couple.

Aslan got up and left after a few moments.

Seeing Aslan's departure, Pycell sighed, but he immediately noticed his lord's frown.

"Pycell, use your nestlings to spy on Aslan."

Pycell doesn't understand but after seeing Tywin's expression he hurries to nod before leaving.

"And don't forget to continue to stuff the king and his ..."

"Yes my Lord."

After Pycell left, Tywin slumped back into his chair and closed his eyes, sighing.

"Soon, all debt will be paid."

On the way to his room, Aslan had his frown. He felt something was wrong.

Entering his room, he found Elia waking up but still curled up in the bed.

A smile spread across his face and he hurried to the bed hugging Elia.

Elia sensing Aslan's arms, he put his hands around her shoulders and closed her eyes, smiling.

"I hope to stay like this forever."

Aslan nodded but only knew of the chaos that would happen in two years. A sad smile emerged in his heart.

Feeling Aslan's sadness, Elia hugged Aslan tighter. Aslan tightened his embrace by promising to protect his loved ones to prevent them from collateral damage.

Moments later, the two separate and Aslan suggested a stroll.

Soon the two left their room to go for a walk in the city.

At the foot of the Red Keep, a couple hiding their faces with veils began to march.

Aslan and Elia visited the big known sites.

First, the two visited the large Baelor septuary on the hill of Visenya. Inside it was grand and Elia found a septa to guide her to an altar.

Aslan followed him as he watched the whole scene when he was called.

"Sir, do you want to pray?"

"No thanks."

Aslan refused, he was not a believer of the old gods or the new gods. Aslan knew that the gods of this world were very powerful spirits such as R'hllor or the multifaceted god.

Innumerable theories concerned the gods of Game of Thrones and Aslan more particularly believed this one. The magic that populated this world in the majority was the magic that uses the rituals.

Different books read sense magic in the form of a ritual.

The septa looked at Aslan for a long time before asking again.

"Pray, the gods will give you their favors."

"No, I'm not a big believer."

"Pray then and you will feel the gods."

Aslan started to be annoyed and Elia who had finished praying saw Aslan's annoyed look came to speak to him.

"It's a good husband, we're going to leave."

Elia pulled Aslan towards the exit, letting the septa fix Aslan's back.

At the exit, Elia looked at Aslan and asked him.

Aren't you religious, Aslan?

"No, I am not a believer, the gods are only human imagination wanting to define miraculous actions. If the gods were as good as they were claimed then they would have rid us of cruelty in the world."

Elia remained silent and ended up sighing.

Then the two went to the alchemists' guild on the same hill.

In the guild, the guards prevented them from entering and were arrogant.

Aslan smiled and left with Elia.

"The alchemists I recruited were right, the King's Landing guild is arrogant without yielding any results. It is laughable."

Aslan decided to visit the hill of Rhaenys where the Dragonpit is located which contained the dragons of the Targaryens until the fateful dance of the dragons.

Of the majestic Dragonpit, there were only ruins of the Dragonpit bag by the population.

Aslan sighed at the anger of the people and the history of the Targaryens.

Seeing evening fall, Aslan took Elia with him one last time.

In front of a clothing store, Aslan entered with Elia on her arm. Elia was pleased to see the different styles of clothing available.

There were Roman, Greek, Asian, Arabic, Egyptian, and Renaissance clothes.

It was one of Aslan's private stores. The stores were based on ideas of the Earth. His clothing stores were very famous and no one knew they were under Aslan's control. Aslan had delegated the creation and management of its stores to trusted people.

Its clothing stores had a wide range of clothing inspired by history on Earth. The wine stores were based on the fermentation developed on Earth with more advanced and diversified vinification techniques. His wine was famous from Pentos to Qarth. Finally the forging shops, Aslan had priority over those there.

The forging shops were based on different techniques that Aslan reported and gave to his 4 master blacksmiths so that they could develop the quality of the weapons of his army.

Currently, the blacksmiths under his command at Westeros and Essos were forging armor for his soldiers.

Despite everything, his shops hid yet another hidden side.

An attendant stepped towards Aslan and Elia to welcome them.

"Welcome to" golden clothes ". What can I do for you?"

Aslan did not answer and took out a small plate of gilded metal with mysterious engravings.

"Take this to your boss."

The attendant did not understand the client well but seeing the terrifying crimson eyes staring at her, she nodded and ran with the plate in her hands to see her boss.

Elia didn't understand what's going on looked at Aslan with a look saying, "What's going on here?".

Aslan gave him a reassuring smile and said to him.

"It will be a surprise."

5 minutes later, a middle-aged woman stepped out in a hurry with a big smile.

"My old friend, you came to see me, let's go have tea and let's discuss your trip!"

The customers and employees in the shop look at their boss to greet a stranger hiding his face. Everyone was surprised because this shop was very rich and powerful and had branches all over Westeros and Essos.

Seeing the two people with a covered face following their patron, all returned to their business with questions in their hearts.

In the office, the lady closed the door and instantly knelt on the floor.

"Welcome my lord."

Elia was speechless in front of this spectacle.

"Get up Delia, tell me, how are you?"

Delia got up and with a reverent look, she answered.

"I'm fine, do I have to deduce that she is one of your princesses?"

Aslan coughed and Elia looked at Aslan with a look, "Serious?".

Delia chuckled and Aslan looked at Delia with embarrassment.

Delia was a woman whom Aslan had saved from bandits who had looted and massacred her family in their store. Delia, grateful to Aslan, swore to her loyalty and quickly Aslan discovered in her a colossal administrative talent.

Aslan and Delia soon guessed seriously and Elia felt the atmosphere tighten.

"Bring me the news for this year."

Delia nodded and went to a wall to push two bricks revealing a secret hiding place containing a thick book.

Delia brought the book to Aslan and started to tell.

Delia summed up the dark conflicts and affairs that had taken place in the shadows.

One of the most important information was the gathering of large numbers of bandits at Kingswood. These bandits were dissatisfied with the king and were led by Symon Tignac. Many competent warriors had joined him.

Aslan delved into his thoughts because the Kingswood Brotherhood was destroyed by Arthur Dayne, Barristan Semy and Jaime Lannister.

The Kingswood Brotherhood was destroyed due to the kidnapping of a powerful noble girl, Jeyne Swann, who was Jaime's fiancé.

Aslan looked at Delia and ordered.

"Delia, send an assassin to kill Symon Tignac and then recruit all the competent bandits, I count on you."

Delia nodded when suddenly she asked.

"My lord, when Lancel is back?"

Aslan made an embarrassed face and said.

"I don't know, he's in Essos expanding our spy network."

"I see."

A disappointed face on Delia's face appeared.

"I'm going to send him a crow so he can rest and come to you."

"Thank you, my lord!"

Elia chuckled as she saw Delia jump for joy and Aslan sigh.

Lancel was an exceptional warrior who became a wandering knight after the Duskendale massacre. Aslan recruited him after having received the information from his informants disseminated in all the big cities of Westeros.

Lancel and Delia started a relationship after a few months of cooperation. The problem was that Lancel spent his time at work forgetting Delia.

Finishing the serious conversation, Aslan looked at Elia and gave her an engraved silver plaque.

"This card allows you to buy everything for free in these stores and in addition if you have problems and I am not present, you can present yourself to the store manager with this plate and he will protect you, is that understood? "

Elia nodded and took the plate to put it in an inner bag.

Soon, Aslan and Elia left the store to return to the Red Keep.

In the palace, Aslan and Elia were allowed to enter and were taken to their room. Entering the room, Aslan noticed that something was wrong when suddenly a hooded shadow emerged from the shade of the window curtain.

The assassin rushed towards Aslan with a dagger covered with a purple substance. Aslan pushed Elia away from the bedroom to prevent her from getting hurt and then he looked at the assassin.

Aslan was disarmed and the assassin was already by his side trying to stab him. Aslan hit the assassin's wrist to prevent him from being stabbed and kicked him away. Aslan looked at the room for a weapon when he suddenly noticed a pencil.

Aslan sprinted to the desk to pick up the pencil as the assassin rose from the ground. Having taken the pencil, the assassin looked at Aslan when he laughed grimly. A hoarse and broken voice came from his mouth.

"A pencil?"

Aslan kept his expression calm and stared at the assassin making him flinch.

"Don't make fun of me, kid !!!"

The assassin pressed his dagger and running in the direction of Aslan.

Aslan dodged to the right and he stuck his pencil into the murderer's left-wing. A screeching cry was heard in the hallways and Elia outside the room was terrified for Aslan.

Some of the maids and guards nearby heard the cry. The guards rushed towards Aslan's room.

Back in the bedroom, the assassin with red eyes of rage stared at Aslan like a demon.

"I WILL KILL YOU !!"

Aslan smiled contemptuously when the assassin rushed towards Aslan to fall with him.

Aslan pretended to throw something at him and the assassin closed his eyes for a fraction of a second by reflex, but that was enough for Aslan.

Aslan had already disappeared from the assassin's mink to reappear next to him. Aslan buried his pencil in the crook of the assassin's elbow making him cry out in pain. The assassin lost the dagger and Aslan took it and threw it against the door.

Elia outside cried out in fear, worried about Aslan seeing the bedroom door shake. When she finally saw the guards rushing in, she finally found some hope.

The guards started to force open the door because it was blocked and when they managed to open it they saw a man dressed in black with a pencil crossing his skull from ear to ear with fish eyes dead man sitting on a chair and a blond man standing next to his body.

A shiver penetrated their steel armor on seeing the dead assassin and all had thought.

"A pencil?" All thought.

"A F * CKING PENCIL? !!!"

"How did the f * ck kill an assassin with a f*cking pencil ?!"

Aslan turned to look at the guards with crimson eyes filled with thirst for blood. The guards all took a step back without exception.

Aslan stepped forward and none moved in terror. Aslan arrives in front of them unsheathed one of their swords and returned to the side of the corpse.

The guards terrified and curious about what he wanted to do watched him, but some had already gone to warn Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan, the Lord Commander.

Aslan with the sword in his hand cut off the assassin's head and then took her by the hair.

The guards made a passage to allow Aslan to pass and Elia was amazed. It was the first time she had seen this rating from Aslan. A ruthless side without emotions.

She had heard rumors of her ruthlessness but now ...

Aslan walked to the tops of the walls of the Red Keep followed by the guards standing at a good distance.

Crossing many corridors and frightening many servants and court lady with a bloody head, Aslan arrived at the top of the walls and searched for a certain object until he found it.

Aslan took a broom which he broke and then he used the wood of the broken broom like a spear to put the assassin's head in it.

Aslan hung the spear on the wall to see the whole city. It was a message to Aerys because it was him the sender with the advice of Varys. Varys was Aerys' most intimate counselor since 277.

Finally saw Arthur, Barristan and Tywin with other great personalities who were stunned by Aslan's actions.