17

Harry's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he noticed was that the sun hadn't crested over the horizon just yet. The sky was a mish-mash of oranges and reds. The next thing he noticed was the intense pleasure caused by his Aunt Cersei bouncing vigorously on his cock.

Her hair was a mess, and yet, she still looked stunningly beautiful. Perhaps it was the way her hips rolled as she placed her hands on his pecs and pressed down hard on his cock. Maybe it was the way her tits pressed tightly together as she did so, creating a fantastic view of her cleavage. Either way, he was feeling particularly generous that morning.

'It seems Cersei was right. All men do think with their cocks,' he thought as she lifted her hands and threaded her fingers through her messy hair. She lifted up her thick, golden locks as she ground her hips in a circular pattern, making his balls tighten. The vision of her lovely tits bouncing and jiggling was really a sight to behold. Her gorgeous, green eyes fluttered before rolling into the back of her head. She released her hair, and he watched it cascade down her front and cover her quivering breasts. Her walls tightened around him. She covered her mouth with her hand to keep herself from screaming in pleasure. Collapsing forward, she buried her face in the pillow next to his head and let loose. He could feel the vibrations of her muffled screams as her wet cunt milked his cock. Gripping her ass tightly, he pushed deeply into her and seeded her for the second time. Harry held her against him as she calmed down, her walls still contracting while continuing to milk him.

Cersei closed her eyes and tried not to fall back asleep. She made the mistake of falling asleep the previous night. Now she was in danger of getting caught in his bed. His fingers caressing her nude back was making it hard though. "I must go back to my room," she told him as she rested her head on his chest.

"I must get up as well. I need to make arrangements with the Iron Bank," he told her, rolling her off of him and pulling free from her tight embrace. She watched as his hard cock bounced around while he looked for a fresh set of clothes. It was shining with her juices after their morning fuck. She had no good reason as to why she jumped on him that morning, only that she was feeling particularly horny, and he had a very nice cock.

"Why do you wish for my children to foster with you?" she asked, wondering his reasons.

"Several reasons," he told her, buttoning his trousers while she continued to lay there completely nude.

"Such as?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She wanted real answers. Not vague babblings. These were her children after all.

"Even though I will do my best to quell the tensions of the city, the Realm is still at war. It is not safe … especially for Myrcella and Tommen. Another reason is that I wish to keep them far from Joffrey's malice and cruelty. Should rumors spread that Tommen is preferred as King, Joffrey would undoubtedly arrange for an accident to befall him. My final reason is more selfish. It will bring my kingdom more prestige if I have Westeros' royalty under my care … not only in Westeros but in Essos as well."

'Raising them to be loyal to me is an added benefit,' he thought slyly. Cersei stood up, his cum dripping down the insides of her thighs. She didn't bother cleaning up. She grabbed her clothes and started putting them on.

"Is your home at least safe?" she asked. Harry snorted.

"I have a dragon, Cersei," he told her.

"Yes ... how could I forget?" she rolled her eyes as she sat on the bed and laced up her boots. "Just make sure you keep your end of the deal." She would play along with his plans for as long as it benefitted her. Once things were safe to come back to Westeros, she would whether he liked it or not.

"I'm a man of my word. Braavos is a short trip on the back of Daemon. I should be back before nightfall." She paid him very little attention. Giving him a short nod, she left the room and went back to hers, likely to wash herself. Harry rolled his eyes. She could turn it on and off like a water faucet. Before he left, he had business to take care of.

The Dread Lord of Essos

Harry made a disgusted face as he walked up to an unassuming, burgundy door of a decent-sized house that was just off the Hook. He was close enough to Aegon's High Hill that the smell of the city wasn't as strong. Also, being early in the morning, the putrid piles of Flea Bottom hadn't yet had time to bake in the sun. Still, it smelled really bad. Reaching out with his senses, he found that the house was empty, just as he had suspected. Waving his hand at the door, he heard the click of it unlocking. Opening the door, he looked down and saw the very thin, almost invisible wire that was strung across the doorway. Conjuring a stick, he hit the wire and watched as a crossbow bolt whizzed by and impaled the wall opposite it. It was just one of the booby traps that Harry had seen in Petyr's mind. Crossing the threshold, he kicked the door closed. Waving his hand again, all the lamps in the house lit up, bathing everything in light.

The house and furniture were nothing special. It was beyond what the smallfolk could afford but wasn't anything to brag about. That was why Baelish kept it. No one would ever suspect what was hidden beneath. Skipping every other room, he went into the room with the built-in privy. Wrinkling his nose at the stench, he walked up to the wall with the large, wooden bookcase. On the bookcase, they kept rags and other things one would need in a room like this. Reaching around the side, he hit a hidden button which released a latch. Swinging it open, he conjured a ball of light that lit his path. Normally, even with a torch, it would still be very dark going down. As such, one might miss the thin-glassed flask of poison placed in a shadow on the stairs. If one were to step on it and break the glass, a cloud of toxic fumes would waft up and kill whoever was unlucky enough to be caught in the tight, enclosed space. Harry, of course, happily hopped over it. Going further down into the hidden cellar, Harry came across a room that looked strikingly like a private dungeon. He knew better, however. Using his magic to unlock a specific cell, he went inside and opened a hidden trap door. Revealing a ladder, Harry descended even further down until he came to a cavernous room that looked as if it were hastily dug. Harry could tell that the dungeon had been there since the house was first built. The lower area was created by cheap labor that Baelish had hired. No doubt he had them killed soon after to protect the secret. Harry could see why, as golden light shined back at him.

Piled up high was a mountain of gold on a lone desk in the room. All around it were trunks and leather bags that were also stuffed full of golden coins. All in all, Harry knew there to be over two million Dragons hidden in the room. Smiling to himself, he began to chuckle.

Normally, one wouldn't leave their fortune alone like this. Sadly, the Iron Bank, and every other bank for that matter, knew Baelish to be the Master of Coin of the Seven Kingdoms. Questions would be quickly asked if they found him to be placing large deposits while the Crown's coffers were steadily depleting. He put as much as he could into legitimate investments, but he could only do so much before people caught wind. What he couldn't explain had to be hidden somewhere. Harry would happily hide it for Baelish in his own account. It looked like Harry would be paying half the kingdom's debt with their own money. Shaking his head, he concentrated and watched the large fortune disappear, leaving only a desk, chair, and ledger. He grabbed the ledger and took it with him. Perhaps there was important information in there. Harry placed everything back to how it was, sans the gold of course, and left.

The Dread Lord of Essos

Ferrego Antaryon was trying to relax. The day was cold and foggy, and his health wasn't what it used to be. Thankfully, the Sealord's Palace was very warm and comfortable, and all of his needs were catered to. Putting his book down, he was just about to close his eyes for a nap when Qarro Volentin, the First Sword of Braavos and his protector burst through his door, drawing his attention.

"Ferrego! You must come! The town panics," he called out, making Ferrego confused. Still fully dressed, he got up and followed his friend out of the palace and onto the bridge connecting his small island with the city's mainland. Even from there, they could hear the distant cries of thousands of people.

"Why are they screaming?" he asked, not seeing any fires or attacking armies. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat when he saw something dark and massive skimming through the thick, low-hanging clouds that covered the city. That day was very overcast, and there was some fog that blanketed the city. Because of this, they couldn't see exactly what it was. In its wake, however, the clouds swirled violently. They tried to follow its path with their eyes, but could not get a bead on it. Out of nowhere, a long, black tail that was spiked at the end dipped down beneath the clouds.

"Dragon!" Qarro called out, pointing.

"The rumors must be true," Ferrego told his friend. "Harold of the Disputed Lands has a dragon under his command." His stomach sank. He had heard the rumors, of course, and hoped that they were nonsense. Now that they had been confirmed, he just hoped that the Dread Lord didn't have eyes for his city. They noticed that he tended to circle around the Iron Bank. A small orange light mostly hidden behind the clouds and fog turned into an inferno as Dragonfire erupted from the beast's mouth. Instead of attacking the bank, however, the fog near it was evaporated by its fiery breath, giving them their first good look at the beast. The giant, black lizard flapped its wings as it slowly lowered to the ground, landing at the rocky end of the peninsula that was nearest the bank. He needed to get there right away. Qarro called out for the servants, and within moments, they were on horseback riding toward the disturbance.

As Daemon's burst of flames cleared off most of the surrounding fog, Harry could now actually see where the fuck he was going. He pointed Daemon to the closest empty space, which was the rocky coast. Like always, Daemon landed softly. Harry dismounted and started the journey toward the Iron Bank. Harry was thankful that he was able to hire someone to boat him down the canal which spared him from the long walk. Not long after, he walked up to the ornate doors of the bank and was met by a group of three men and one woman who were all dressed in dark clothes. Clearly, these were the people who were currently in charge of the bank's operation.

"How may we help you, Your Grace?" the leader asked, bowing his head in respect. They obviously knew who he was. Harry suspected that they might be scared that he had come to take down the bank. Harry, however, had no interest in creating a competitor.

"I have business with the bank today," he told them. They gave a sigh of relief and appeared to be less tense than before.

"Then let us go inside." Harry followed them in.

A while later, Ferrego and Qarro were impatiently waiting outside of the bank. Even a man of his importance wouldn't dare rush into the bank and interrupt whatever was going on. After half an hour or so, the doors finally opened and the so-called Dread Lord was escorted out.

He had to admit that the man cut an imposing figure. He was tall and muscled with a thick head of hair that was fluttering in the wind. Ferrego ran his fingers through the wispy scraps of hair that were left on his head. 'To be young again,' he thought sadly. On his body was the most beautiful set of armor he had ever seen. Seeing the ripples in the metal nearly made him faint. 'He must be as rich as rumors make him out to be,' was a thought that passed through his mind. The man shook hands with the bankers and smiled before their meeting was over. He quickly rushed in.

"Lord Harold! Lord Harold!" he called out, not sure what name to use. He figured that calling him Lord wouldn't offend him. The man turned his blazing green eyes on him.

"Ah! Sealord Antaryon. Good to see you," he said in a jovial manner. Ferrego smiled at not having to introduce himself. He was already kicking himself for not bothering to meet him when he first came to the city to secure trading rights. Back then, he just wasn't important enough to meet with the Sealord of Braavos. He really hoped that it wouldn't be used against him. "What can I do for you?"

"Well … I was hoping that … You see, the people of the city are on edge. I was hoping that I would be able to get some assurances that … well …"

"I won't burn the city to ash?" Harry smiled. Ferrego flinched. Harry laughed. "I see no reason to do that. Braavos is an important trade partner to Seven Swords. I hope that our partnership will grow even more fruitful during the upcoming winter," he told him. Ferrego let out a deep sigh of relief. "Tell your people they have nothing to fear from King Harold."

"I will! Thank you, Your Grace!" he tilted his head down slightly.

"Good. Now I must be going. I will come back in the future for a proper meeting about trade between our cities."

Ferrego nodded. The best way to avoid being attacked was to have deep partnerships in trade and other things. He hoped King Harold would come back very soon … preferably without that lumbering, black beast.

Not long after, Harry was back on Daemon, flying back to King's Landing. He already used his connection with his drones to divert dozens of ships loaded with veg, fruit, and grains to King's Landing. It wouldn't be long before the city was flush with food, and Harry would make sure the city knew that it was through his generosity that their bellies were full. It was just another part of his plan to spread his influence. Now he had most of the Royal family behind his walls, and the capital of Westeros would soon be dependent on him. Harry smiled deviously.

His meeting with the bankers was a big success as well. Instead of him paying the entire sum of the King's debt, he paid half with the agreement that a branch of the Iron Bank would open up in Seven Swords. When they produced a crude, hand-drawn map of his city, Harry wanted to roll his eyes. It wasn't surprising that the bank would try and horde information along with gold. It was a well-known secret that the banks of this world had spies in every major city on the planet. Harry's was no different. When the map was pulled out, they pointed to a spot in King's Garden, along the Garden Road that they wanted as their land. If agreeable, they would pay the other half of the debt along with the price of the new bank. Harry quickly agreed. It would be a major boon to have the Iron Bank in his city. He signed a preliminary contract that stated that both parties would attempt to come to an agreement on it while acting in good faith. If their future negotiations fell apart, they would just take the other half of the debt from his bloated account. It was a win-win for both parties.

The Dread Lord of Essos

The sun was low in the sky when Harry returned to King's Landing. While Daemon was fast, the distances were still great. Once in the Red Keep, Myrcella ran up to him and hugged him. Harry could feel her body trembling as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "What's wrong?" Harry asked her. She looked up at him fearfully.

"Joffrey!" she said quietly, looking around to make sure she wasn't overheard. "Mother said that we were going to stay with you for a while, and he got mad."

Harry grew annoyed. "What did he do?" he asked, keeping his voice calm so as to not scare her further.

"He hit her … many times," she said with tears welling up in her pretty green eyes. "Then he arrested Uncle Jaime when he tried to stop him!" Harry sighed.

"Let's go see her."

Harry escorted the little princess to her mother's room. He didn't bother knocking. Instead, he pushed it open, scaring the handmaiden that was dabbing at her wounds. Cersei's face was a mess. Both her eyes were swollen shut, her lips were busted, and her cheeks were red and bruised. Even so, she could still see who came in.

"You mustn't be here!" she said in a clumsy voice. It must have been hard to speak with two fat lips. Harry walked up to her and placed his hand under her chin. Tilting her head up, he studied the damage done to her. She winced as he tested her wounds.

"Take her and Myrcella to my room and bar the door. Open it for no one but me. Understand," he told her with authority. The girl squeaked in fright and nodded rapidly. Harry quieted his injured Aunt and made her go with them. Once they were safe, Harry paid a visit to his favorite nephew.

Joffrey was pacing in his room. "The bastard thinks he can just have what he wants?!" He looked at his fist. His knuckles were torn up from hitting his bitch of a mother. When his Uncle Jaime stepped in, he had him arrested and taken down to the dungeons. Now he needed to deal with his bastard cousin.

"Halt!" Joffrey heard his dog, Ser Meryn Trant yell out. It seemed that the bastard had come to him. Joffrey smiled evilly and ran to the door. Quietly, he placed his ear to it to hear better.

"Move aside. I'm here to speak with my cousin," he heard the bastard say.

"By orders of His Grace, King Joffrey, First of his Name, you are hereby under arrest!"

Joffrey's smile widened, then suddenly, a black blade pierced through the thick, wooden door and nearly cut his face. Crying out in panic, he stumbled back a step. That's when he noticed blood oozing from the Valyrian Steel blade. The blade was pulled back, and he heard the pitiful, pained groan of Ser Meryn Trant before a dull thunk. The next thing he saw was a flash of light.

Harry pulled his blade from the Knight and let him drop to the floor. He watched as the man curled up, holding his bleeding belly. There would be no saving him. He was destined for a long and gruesome death. Harry kicked the door, sending it sailing inward. A loud thunk filled his ears as he saw his cousin fall back onto the ground hard, his forehead split open from getting hit by the corner of the door. He tried to crawl back but Harry was on him in an instant. Grabbing him by his collar, Harry pummeled him repeatedly. The brutal punches were nearly drowned out by Joffrey's cries. Blood was splattering everywhere as Harry continued to beat him. When he coughed up his front teeth, Harry let him drop to the floor. His face had been completely brutalized. Just then, the rest of the Kingsguard rushed in, swords in hand. Harry turned and looked at them.

"Release my father now or I'll kill all of you and burn your families," he told them. They needed to know who was really in charge around here. "And get this piece of shit some medical attention," he added, kicking Joffrey hard in the gut. When they didn't move, he yelled, "NOW!"

Immediately, they jumped to action. Two of them dragged Joffrey to his bed while the others ran to do his bidding. Before he knew it, Jaime was free, and they had met up in his room.

"Ssssss!" Cersei hissed as Harry dabbed some of his magical healing cream on her wounds.

"Oh, stop your bellyaching," Harry told her. The ointment did sting quite a bit, but he wasn't in the mood to be motherly.

"It stings!" she glared the best that she could.

"That means it's working. I got this stuff from warlocks in the Far East. It's magical," he told Myrcella who was sitting close to her mother. Tommen was on the bed, and Jaime was guarding the door from the inside.

"Really?!" she said excitedly.

"Yes. Your mother will be as good as new by morning."

"Are you serious, or are you jesting?" Cersei asked, her body swaying slightly. The woman probably had a concussion.

"I'm serious. Your face will be just as beautiful as ever, but there's little I can do for your head. You'll have to rest for that," he explained.

"As long as my face is beautiful …" she said in a very tired voice. Jaime snorted while Harry rolled his eyes. He finished up and told his father to help her back to her room. Once alone, he went invisible and Faded into Joffrey's room. The healer was still fixing his damaged face while Joffrey was unconscious. His eyes were so swollen that they were mere slits. His face was puffed up to nearly twice its normal size, and his jaw was being wired shut after what he did to him. When Joffrey woke up, he'd need to have a little talk with him.