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The Red Priestess, Melisandre, smirked as she subtly watched everyone eating dinner. Her Lord, of course, had women surrounding him, vying for his attention. The Tyrell harlots had sandwiched him this day. Mother and daughter each took a side and were taking every opportunity to lean in and rub their small breasts against his arms. They laughed at every joke, and if she were to take a guess, it looked as though Margaery was rubbing his leg with her foot underneath the thick, oak table. From what she knew, Harold hadn't fucked the younger Tyrell just yet. Both had been very busy since Mace had left.

The thought of Mace made her chuckle quietly to herself. The blowhard had tried just about everything to get her to go back to Westeros with him. When he discovered that his wife would be staying with their daughter for a while, his efforts doubled. Of course, no argument or promise would be able to wrench her free from Harold's grasp. Melisandre was his. She was his servant, advisor, and confidant. She was fully devoted to him. From the way that Margaery looked at him, Melisandre knew that he needed no help getting the little slut into bed. Daenerys, on the other hand, was a different story.

Her Lord hadn't been trying to get her into bed at all. That wasn't exactly surprising to her. He didn't often try to get anyone into bed. Beautiful women tried to get HIM into bed. Unfortunately for the young Targaryen, she appeared to be a bit too shy to go for broke. That was something that Melisandre was intending to change. Harold just sat back and let things fall where they may. If he was trying to accomplish something specific, then he would take things into his own hands, otherwise, he didn't bother. Her Lord was a very laid-back ruler after all. At times, that drove Melisandre mental. Her Lord could rule the entire planet if he only wanted, but he was happy to only rule his own little slice of it. In the end, she, of course, supported him. His desires were her desires. With the Targaryen girl, however, Melisandre was planning to push her right into Harold's lap. Melisandre knew better than anyone about the power of blood.

The Targaryen's had Old Blood running through their veins. It was rich with power and magic. Even somewhat diluted from the times of the Valyrians, it was still among the most powerful blood in the world. With so few of them left, Daenerys coming to their city was a blessing. She knew that there were others who wished to take control of the girl. Years back, the priests at the Red Temple hoped to capture her and make her a priestess, but by then, the girl was being shuffled from one powerful family to another. Why the priests never accomplished their goal, she didn't know. What Melisandre did know was that she would be the one to entrench the girl into her Lord's life … and from what she saw, it would be quite easy.

Daenerys was looking on with a lustful expression at her host. Her plate of food was left nearly untouched while she took turns staring at her Lord with an expression that practically begged him to take her upstairs and fuck her senseless and looking at Margaery with a look of disdain. Melisandre wanted to roll her eyes but refrained from doing so. The girl was too young and inexperienced to be subtle. Cersei had been tasked with helping her out, but Melisandre knew that that would get her only so far. Cersei would never build her up to a level that threatened the aging former Queen. Besides, Cersei had her own plans for her Lord. Whether they involved her or her daughter, Melisandre did not know. She watched as Myrcella leaned in and whispered something in Daenerys's ear. The foul look left Dany's face and turned into a smile. Both girls giggled quietly which was drowned out by the various chats going on at the same time. Dinner time could be quite noisy. Perhaps Melisandre could work Myrcella into her plans one day. She would have to be careful. Cersei was still a very dangerous woman. Until then, she would continue with her current plan … getting Daenerys into Harold's bed.

As a woman, Melisandre could attest to the fact that her Lord had a magnificent cock and knew how to use it properly. Over her very long life, Melisandre had been with more than her fair share of men and women, and none were better than her Lord. Being a virgin, Dany would not know what to expect. As such, she would experience heights of pleasure that she didn't even know existed. There was no way that she would want to be separated from him after that. Melisandre certainly didn't. Since her Lord would be busy the next day, she would take the opportunity to speak with the young Targaryen.

The Dread Lord of Essos

Dany looked out from her balcony as the dragon, Daemon, flew off with King Harold on his back. She sighed, wishing that she was with him again … with her arms around his belly while gently nuzzling his … She was suddenly interrupted by a knock on her door. Thinking it was Myrcella, she called out, "Come in!"

She wasn't expecting the buxom redhead, Melisandre to walk in. Dany hadn't spent a whole lot of time with the Red Priestess. She was usually at her Temple or with Harold. Needless to say, Dany was incredibly jealous of the woman. She was beautiful with a curvy body and a pair of breasts that men drooled over. Dany was short and still had the body of a teenager. Before she could say anything, Melisandre shut the door behind her and smiled.

"Daenerys, I hope you don't mind me visiting?" she said, walking through the open doors of her balcony and joining her at the ledge.

"N-No … of course not," she said nervously. Even though she was jealous of the woman, she would never dare disrespect her. The Red Priestess held a great deal of power on her own, not to mention that she was the King's right-hand woman, as it were.

"That's very kind of you," she replied, joining her side. She too looked out over the city, seeing the dragon as it flew away. "Watching our Lord again?" she suddenly teased. Dany's face turned red.

"What?! No … I've never …" She tried to make excuses but was cut off by Melisandre's gentle, feminine laughter.

"Relax. I was only jesting," she assured her. "But I have seen you staring at him when you think no one is watching … Fucking him with your eyes," Melisandre said as she stared at her Lord's fading figure. Again, Dany's face turned a flaming red. She was about to sputter in protest but was again cut off.

"Don't bother denying it. You certainly weren't the first, and you will not be the last to lust after him. There is no shame in it," she told her. "The only shame comes from the fact that you haven't joined him in bed yet," Melisandre smiled.

Dany had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. "I wouldn't …"

"Certainly you would. I have. Cersei has. The older Tyrell slut has, and her daughter will soon follow. Why wouldn't you?" Melisandre asked kindly. Dany didn't know what to say.

"Harold has never asked me to," was all Dany could say. Melisandre rolled her eyes and wrapped her arm around the young girl's waist. Leading her back into the room, she sat her down on the bed and sat next to her.

"My dear … King Harold will never ask you to. He already has plenty of women throwing themselves at him. No, you must make the decision for him and demand to be taken," she brazenly explained. Dany's eyes widened dramatically.

"Demand?!" She would get kicked out for sure if she went around making demands of him.

"Not with your words, of course. You must demand it with your look … with your sensuality. You must make him see you as more than a young lady. You must make him see you as a woman ready to be taken," Melisandre said, taking the girl's hand and placing it on her bare thigh. Dany gasped as she started gently running her finger over the top of her hand, sending pleasant tingles up and down her spine.

"How can I do that?" she asked as she started to squirm. The Red Priestess's skin was very warm and soft. The incredible smoothness of her thigh mixed with the wonderful sensation of her finger toying with her skin was making her tingle in other places as well. Dany subtly rubbed her thighs together.

"The look is easy. I will take you to King's Garden and get you some new dresses. You have seen the way men stare at me, haven't you?" Dany nodded. "Part of the reason why is because of the way I dress. I show so much skin because it suits my purpose. Your purpose is to get our Lord in bed and thank him for his generosity."

That was only part of the reason why Melisandre was pushing this. Her Lord deserved many beautiful, young maidens, true. But the real reason was her bloodline. If someone somehow came across another dragon egg, there were very few people in the world that would be able to control it if hatched. Her Lord was obviously one. Daenerys was another. As unpleasant as it may sound, she was a potential weapon that could be used against them. It was much smarter to keep the girl here and happy. Her Lord didn't seem to care one way or another. In fact, Melisandre got the impression that he would love the challenge it would bring. Melisandre, on the other hand, wanted Harold safe and happy because the Lord of Light wished it so. He was her God's chosen one, and it was her duty to take care of him whether he knew it or not.

"Sensuality can be learned. Look at us now," Melisandre indicated to Dany's hand on her thigh. "Right now, with only a few touches, you are in the mood. A few sweet words from me would be all it takes to have you stripped and spread open on this very bed," she purred, leaning in and delicately kissing Dany's porcelain neck. Melisandre smiled as she felt the girl's body tremble under her ministrations.

"Thankfully, that is not fully needed right now. There will be plenty of time to learn in the future. I will help you with your goal, nonetheless. Now get dressed. We will be leaving to get you some … appropriate attire for entertaining a King." She removed Dany's hand from her thigh and stood up. Dany's face was bright red as she also stood up. Melisandre could smell the faint scent of arousal coming from her new pupil. She watched as she went into her very large closet to choose a dress to wear for their outing.

The Dread Lord of Essos

Daemon banked hard to the right and opened its maw. Panicked honks cried out as a burst of feathers hit Harry in the face. Harry sighed and cleaned himself with a wave of his hand. His dumb dragon could never resist chowing down on a flock of fat geese whenever they came in range. Exploring the northern parts of his lands had been a waste of time. He found no invading army, no Dothraki, no Sellsword company marching on his city. He found absolutely nothing. That was a damn shame.

Already he had at least two who he planned on making into Great Houses. His uncle Tyrion was being given Volantis, but that left nothing for Dany and nothing for any others hoping to become one of the founding Great Houses of his new kingdom. That just wouldn't do. Harry didn't want his lands pockmarked across the planet if he could avoid it. He wanted them close to his city and relatively near each other. That left Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh as the most obvious choices. The only problem was that they weren't attacking him. Harry didn't want to just invade cities that were minding their own business. He found the whole ordeal very annoying.

Of course, he could always go the other way and head east. Slaver's Bay was just beyond the Lands of the Long Summer and the ruins of Valyria. There were more than enough cities to provide for future Great Houses there, and it would give him control of a large portion of the Essosi southern coast. Practically all trade ships in the area would have to make a stop at one of his ports. That meant gold … lots of gold and the power and influence that went along with it. 'I need to think on this,' he thought as the wind whipped through his hair.

Winter was still around the corner, and he had been having to put his plans for further exploration of the planet on hold. Now that he was planning on expanding his empire, it seemed that he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, unfortunately. Tyrion would be arriving soon, and Harry had just received word from the Starks of Winterfell. They were sending Catelyn Stark along with her daughter, Sansa. Though it went unsaid, Harry concluded that word of his meeting with the Tyrells had spooked Robb Stark. That wasn't surprising at all. The northern Lord was attacking his family's land after all. No doubt he feared that Harry would soon turn his dragon on him. Harry didn't care one way or another. His grandfather should be able to take care of his own lands, and if he couldn't, Harry would be happy to swoop in and take it for himself. In the meantime, Harry was more than willing to come to an amicable agreement with the Starks. During the coming winter, they would be the ones to suffer the most, therefore, they would be the ones willing to give him the most … in either gold or influence. Harry would be happy to accept either. He would just have to wait and see.

The Dread Lord of Essos

On the highest floor of the Tower of the Hand, Tywin rubbed his temples while trying to massage away the headache that was threatening to split his skull. He had only just returned to King's Landing after having to travel back to the Rock to deal with the ignorance going on over there. It was difficult being the only intelligent man in either Kingdom. It was doubly difficult having to command an army that was supposed to be fighting back the horde of northern barbarians that were attacking every village and Keep along the River Road while also having to run the capital city of Westeros practically by himself.

His gold was being spent faster than it could be earned or mined. He was already paying for Casterly Rock, the war, and most of King's Landing's bills. His coffers were low to say the least … very low … dangerously low in fact. That, of course, was a secret that he absolutely had to keep from spreading. If others saw a moment of weakness in him, they would attack like hungry wolves on a fresh carcass.

His convincing of Jaime to return home and take up his duties wasn't going as well as he had hoped. For whatever reason, he didn't want to leave the city. Whether from a ridiculous sense of responsibility or an oath that no one cared about, Jaime just wasn't willing to budge. In the end, Tywin was nearly sure that he would get his way, but still, the effort it was taking was only adding to his troubles.

Tywin's biggest trouble at the moment was his grandson, Joffrey. The boy was a bumbling fool. After Harold was forced to spend millions sending a steady supply of free food to the masses just to stave off a riot, Joffrey single-handedly destroyed all of that goodwill, turning the dregs of the city against him. As such, the city was like a barrel of wildfire, ready to blow at any moment. All it would take was a single spark. And what was Joffrey's response? He had the gold cloaks go out and with a heavy hand, attempt to stamp down their anger and frustrations. Needless to say, the violence shown by the City Watch hadn't been taken well. Already thirty percent of the City Watch was dead, knifed, beaten, or burned. Tywin got up and walked to one of his windows. Off in the distance, he could see a large plume of black smoke rising high into the air. The City Watch's West Barracks near the Gate of the Gods had been ransacked and burned. All gold cloaks unlucky enough to be present were dragged away and beheaded. None of the other gold cloaks were dumb enough to go into Cobbler's Square and attempt to push back the angry crowds. They decided to just let the barracks burn. The fact that there were two more barracks in the city, one of them right beneath his feet, made him uneasy.

Not really knowing how to handle the situation properly, all he could do was sit and wait. If Joffrey was unable to settle things down, perhaps a change in leadership was needed, Tywin thought to himself as the rank smell of shit blew in with the salty sea breeze.

The Dread Lord of Essos

Harry smiled at the lovely Margaery who almost always sat by his side during the meals they shared together. On his other side, Cersei was seated. His blonde aunt was smirking down the table at a certain mousy-haired brunette who was staring daggers back at her. Just before dinner was served, in came Melisandre who was looking as sexy as ever in one of her tantalizingly low-cut dresses. What Harry didn't expect was for her to have Dany hanging from her arm while being escorted in. Had he been taking a drink right then, he might have choked on the liquid. Dany was wearing a dress similar in style to his busty servant's. It was quite shocking to see her wearing such a style. She usually wore dresses that wouldn't be out of place in Westeros. Even her best friend, Myrcella, appeared to be shocked by her sudden transformation. Her eyes were wide and her mouth agape as she looked on. Dany's cheeks were pink with embarrassment as Melisandre led her in. Harry could see that she was waiting for him to say something.

"That's a very attractive dress, Dany. It looks good on you," he said, smiling at her. Dany smiled back and looked pleased.

"Thank you, Harold," she said, curtsying while dipping her head slightly. Harry didn't need to look at the other women to see that they were annoyed. It was very clear that both Margaery and Alerie were desperate for his attention but for different reasons. Margaery wanted more than just physical affection. She wanted a life of importance. She wanted to matter and make a difference in this world. Her mother just wanted to fuck. Day … Night … Whatever. She wanted Harry between her slutty legs, and he was more than happy to oblige. Cersei had a sour look on her face, which wasn't out of the ordinary. This time it was being directed at Daenerys. Harry, of course, knew why. It was the same reason she gave identical looks to Margaery. Cersei wanted to be the most beautiful woman at any table she sat at. Having young, beautiful women around annoyed her. Harry had known this for a long time. He didn't care then, and he especially didn't care now.

Missandei didn't care one way or another. She still saw herself as Harry's property, no matter how much he tried to change that. It was a work in progress. She would be more than happy to hop into bed with him and Dany at the same time. All he needed to do was ask.

Myrcella was shocked that her friend would dress like that. Even though the princess was younger than her Targaryen friend, where one went, the other would usually follow. Those days, the pair were as thick as thieves, which made Harry happy. It was good that both girls had a friend at Seven Swords. He wanted them to be happy and see the place as their home. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that Myrcella would be asking her mother for new dresses in the same style. Harry would give a small fortune to hear Cersei's response.

Dany's dress, like Melisandre's, had a deep and plunging neckline that exposed the entire valley between her perky breasts and continued down past her navel. Her back was almost completely bare, and the skirt part of her dress was slit down both sides from hip to ankle, showing off the length of her smooth legs. Instead of a deep blood-red, Dany's dress was pure white, which went well with her hair. Dany certainly wasn't the first to copy Melisandre's style. Many of the women in the city were dressing sexier by the day. It was a change that Harry definitely didn't mind.

From the smirk on Melisandre's beautiful face, Harry suspected that she had something planned. Because of her loyalty to him, Harry knew that whatever she was planning would end up benefiting him in some way. After taking another long look at Dany's mostly exposed chest, he dug into his food which had been served while ogling the sexy, young woman. Beside him, Margaery huffed and decided to make a few plans of her own.