The penitence of the wolf - The jaws of the dragon and the kraken stirs (Patreon)

Ashara Dayne, Frost Town, Bolton Lands

"I still hear only excuses my lord," said the monarch in an icy voice, looking at Lord Glover as if he were an insignificant insect

"Your grace, I..." however, the king did not let him speak

“I am not interested in your sweet false words, the order I gave you was clear, a direct sale of wood from your lands to Bear Island, to fortify the island against incursions of the iron dogs, what part is so difficult to understand?” asked the king calmly that intimidated much more than any shout

Yrma came to Ashara and said

"That southerner is shitting himself, my chief is a powerful man," said the red-haired woman with obvious pleasure

Ashara just looked at her with amusement, but shared the opinion, Lord Glover was in a bind

And everyone knew it

The king had begun his journey from the wall to Frost Town, Aerys wanted to personally supervise the development of the new city, which would be the main commercial port connecting the south to the north, surpassing even White Harbor

And as expected, her beloved dragon did not waste time, not even during the journey

Several Lords, learning of the monarch's presence in the Northlands, had approached the royal caravan to seek the king's favor, hoping to find some benefit

The king's response? Start pulling the strings and make the Lords dance for his pleasure

So far, he had arranged two marriages, three fosterings and a trade route

The current theme was Bear Island, home to House Mormont, the monarch wished to fortify it, as well as the expansion of its docks and the construction of a shipyard, use it for expansion into the Frost Fangs and to keep the Greyjoys off the northern shores

How would he do it? Providing the Mormonts with resources from their neighbors, mainly the Forresters and the Glovers, who, evidently, were far from pleased

This journey was making something clear to Ashara, although all the houses of the North were loyal vassals of the Starks, there were rivalries and feuds between them, just as in the south

And the monarch knew it, and he was taking advantage of the situation

"I don't understand your annoyance my lord, I'm being generous and will see to it that a generous tax reduction is applied to your house for supplying the materials to the Mormonts, or don't you wish to provide help to your neighbors Lord Glover?" said the king shrewdly, enjoying the way in which the aforementioned Lord, once proud and arrogant, writhed before the firm gaze of the monarch and that of Lady Mormont, who looked at him with obvious contempt

The situation was quite similar to previous discussions, all decisions benefited the north in general, but kept the houses divided by jealousy, making sure that even if they grew, it would not pose a threat to the crown

Ashara considered the mastery with which King Aerys manipulated his Lords, without them noticing, to be an art

Lady Bethany Ryswell would marry Lord Dustin, however, Lord Ryswell's heir would marry Desmera Whitehill, while Lord Dustin's sister would marry Rickard Karstark, one of the houses that had cemented its loyalty to House Targaryen after the expedition beyond the Wall

All decisions would keep the North divided, at least for another generation

And then, Lord Stark stepped forward, accompanied by his son Eddard, and the Warden of the North spoke

"Your grace, I would like to talk to you about the lands of the New Gift," he said frankly and straight to the point, something very northern, but one that Ashara knew his king appreciated

The monarch nodded softly and replied

"The lands are too large to be assigned to a single family, they will be divided into three parts, east, west and center," said the monarch, at the same time that Davos offered a map of the north, which was already divided into the parts that the monarch had mentioned

The western part will be divided into three other parts, one of them will be assigned to Hugo Wull, who will use it to guarantee food for his people, the second will be assigned to the Mormont for the purpose of maintaining a constant supply of resources for the naval shipyard on Bear Island, while the last part will be assigned under the domains of the Shadow Tower,  supplying future expeditions with expansion towards the Fangs” said the king calmly

Ashara watched in amusement as all the Lords present nodded, finding sense in the monarch's plans

“The central part will remain intact and will be assigned to a new family, probably one of Lord Stark's children, however, the crown must approve the Lady that the future Lord will marry, as well as pay his tribute directly to the Black Legion of the Wall, the fortress of Queen's Tower is in decline, but the foundations are strong and sturdy, perfect for a new castle to be built" said the king

This time, some whispers were present at the scene, though there was no general discontent over the assignment of the Lands to the Starks

"And for the last part, this will be divided in half, the west will be Lady Bolton's domain, while the east will remain under Targaryen rule," said the king calmly

And then, as Ashara expected, the complaints were not long in coming, shouts and complaints began to be heard in the place where the meeting was taking place

The king watched the reactions with amusement, until Rhaegal's imposing roar was present and the colossal shadow landed behind the monarch

Such an act was a bucket of cold water for all the Lords

"It doesn't bother me that my Lords express their disagreement with some of my decisions, on the contrary, I find it stimulating that everyone contributes ideas for the well-being of my kingdom," said the king calmly, at the same time that he stood up, completely dominating the meeting

"However, do not forget your place, you rule your lands in the name of House Targaryen, abide by the laws and the will of the crown, and House Targaryen will back you up and support you, but dare to go against us...and what happened to House Greystark will seem like a kind fate, compared to what House of the Dragon will do to you, is that clear?” said the king with cold eyes and an expressionless face, at the same time that Rhaegal let out another terrifying roar

All the Lords knelt on the spot, the message was received loud and clear

Yrma, seeing those who considered her a savage, could not help but laugh under her breath and say

"I'll ride his cock tonight, I love watching him taking a peg to these proud Lords" said the redhead with obvious desire on her face, while licking her lips

Ashara only shook her head, however, Yrma's next words left her in total silence

"And you're going to help me, today is the day," said the redhead with certainty, making Ashara look at her with complete terror

“NO! It's not the time yet" said the young Dornish, more for her than for Yrma

The redhead just rolled her eyes and responded

"He is a virile and lustful man, any time is the time," said Yrma, as she approached Ashara and whispered

"Just think of that huge cock, opening you in half, conquering you and taming you, you must fight remember, it's your duty as a woman, but as soon as you have the dragon's cock inside, you'll be one of his bitches, like me, forever" Yrma said with evident desire in her voice

Ashara got lost in her fantasies for a moment, imagining the strong hands of the king, opening her legs, his smooth cunt received him eagerly, wanting to be possessed, the huge cock entered her slowly, but steadily, conquering her completely

Focus! Ashara said to herself, seeing how the issue of The Gift had been settled, and now they were talking about the future of Lord Rickard's children

"My son and heir Brandon will marry Lady Barbrey Ryswell, who will be the next Lord and Lady of Winterfell, while Eddard will marry Catelyn Tully, who, as agreed, will rule the fortress between the Manderly, Reed and Dustin lands, a merchant city between North and South," said Lord Rickard, causing most of the Lords to nod in pleasure

However, Ashara looked towards her beloved king, who had that special twinkle in his eye, Ashara had learned that, that meant that something important was about to be said

"They are considerable and strong alliances; however, I must add one thing," said the monarch, taking a seat again

Those words alerted all the Lords, thinking that the king would modify the agreement

"Lord Benjen and Lady Lyanna will have a fostering at the Red Keep, under my son Prince Rhaegar and my wife Queen Rhaella, respectively," exclaimed the monarch, enjoying how the faces of all the Lords were filled with accomplishment

"In due time, I will assign Lord Benjen or Lady Lyanna as rulers of Queen's Tower of course."

And with those words, Aerys Targaryen had buried any attempt at rebellion in the North, a masterful move, complete balance between Rickard Stark and Desmera Bolton

All the Lords were completely silent, unable to respond to such a move, it was simple, within the social limits that House Targaryen could impose and represented a benefit for the region in the future

And even so, it was a political move that completely neutralized the North as an enemy of House Targaryen

And, judging by Lord Rickard's face, he knew it perfectly well

"Oh I'll definitely ride my man tonight," said Yrma, enjoying and laughing loudly, the looks of complete terror from the Lords present in the council

And Ashara could only think curiously

What would happen when the monarch reached the twins and gave the Freys the big news?

She couldn't wait to find out

Queen Rhaella Targaryen, King’s Landing

"My queen, that's not necessary, we can take care of the sweet prince" said one of the maids Tywin had assigned to Prince Viserys, both were mothers and both were willing to feed their beloved son for her

This particular act, however, was one that the queen enjoyed, her little Viserys, her blessing, her king's gift to her

Those dark days seemed distant, when the presence of her beloved husband was synonymous with anguish and fear

Rhaella craved her husband's warmth, his rough hands caressing her soft skin, clutching her hips firmly and possessively, that desire in Aerys's eyes that always made her cunt instantly wet

By the Gods, it seemed, Dalla would visit her chambers tonight, she needed the sweet mouth of her husband's mistress

"Don't worry, as long as I can, I will feed my son," said the queen calmly, smiling with excitement, as she saw how the colossal form of Aeranax, perched on one of the towers of the fortress, looked at her and Viserys with curiosity

And then, Rhaella spoke

"Come here girl," he said in High Valyrian, with total confidence in his beloved companion

Aeranax was the largest dragon that her beloved husband had ever brought back to life, its black scales and red membranes having given it the name of Balerion reborn, or the winged shadow, as people in the city call her

Many at court questioned the king as to why the queen possessed the greatest dragon of all

Rhaella just shook her head at the stupid fuckers, who believed that a dragon was the same as a horse or a fucking cow

 Calmly, Aeranax climbed down from the tower, staring at Rhaella before smelling little Viserys, who, upon seeing the imposing being, presented no fear or caution

Only happiness, as her tiny hands tried to reach her partner's snout

And then, the queen remembered something she read a while ago, about how in the past, Princess Alyssa, carried her children, Prince Viserys and Prince Daemon on the back of the Red Queen, the powerful Meleys

Aeranax was saddled, a gift from her beloved king, made of black leather and confident enough to do what her mind was planning, so with determination, Rhaella used her magic and gently touched Aeranax's mind, letting her know what she wanted

The dragon in question complied, coming down completely from the Tower and leaving her shoulder low enough for Rhaella to climb, even with Prince Viserys in her arms

"Tie the young prince to my breast," he ordered calmly, an act that both servants came close to fulfilling, although the uncertainty was more than evident on both of their faces

Sensing that her son was safe, the queen began to climb into the chair, under the watchful eye of her companion and the terrified maids

"MY QUEEN!" both maids shouted, terrified to see the monarch ride the terrifying beast, however, Rhaella just rolled her eyes and made herself comfortable, secured the harness and looked at her beloved son, who looked at her with a huge pink and toothless smile, as if he knew what would happen next

"I thank all the Gods for this opportunity my love" Rhaella said to her little son, at the same time that she took the reins and with a huge smile, she looked at Aeranax and spoke

“Soves Aeranax”

The towering beast let out a roar, as its wings began to move, slowly rising from the ground, straight into the skies of King's Landing

Mother and son flew together for the first time; a tradition lost in time and that the queen had brought back

Rhaella smiled with excitement when she felt the wind on her face, it was simply indescribable what it meant for a Targaryen to fly through the skies, that she could do it with her beloved son, who did not stop laughing, made it even better

The queen looked out over the city, under the command of her husband and son, it was being rebuilt and improved, transformed into what it should have always been

The jewel in the crown and the seat of the economic power of the Targaryen house

The slums were disappearing, commerce was flourishing, as were the countryside, the city was flourishing more than ever, since the days of the conciliator

Although at this moment, that mattered little to the queen, who only looked towards the horizon, towards Dragonstone

A three-day boat trip, according to her husband, took a couple of hours on a dragon, and apparently, it was time to check it out

"Come on Aeranax," Rhaella ordered with a huge smile, causing her companion to let out a roar and swoop into the ocean, before rising again to increase her speed

The Queen of Westeros did not suspect that her visit to the ancient Targaryen fortress would have consequences for her family

Glorious consequences indeed

Balon Greyjoy, Pyke, the Iron Islands

"Then he won't die?" asked the heir of Lord with a neutral tone, although inside he was taken by the thousand demons

The imbecile maester nodded with a smile, proud of his feat

"No, my Lord, Lord Quellon is out of danger," said the old man before leaving the room

Left alone, Balon began to shout and throw furniture all over the room

“SO CLOSE, SO CLOSE!!” shouted the heir Greyjoy with obvious fury on his face

He tasted it for an instant, the power, the islands under his rule, his weak father would die and run off with the Storm God, leaving a true Iron Born and servant of the drowned God, with Balon in power

He had already made plans with some captains, increasing the raids, they should get wood, probably from the North, but it would be the glorious return of the iron price to Westeros, the divine right of his people

And Balon would not allow anyone, least of all his weak father, to take it away from him

With a firm step and decision, Balon walked to his father's chambers, who was resting

Balon could not bear to see that his skin had regained its color and with difficulty, Lord Quellon opened his eyes

"My son, I'm glad you came," said the old man with a tired smile, happy for his son's presence

Such a reaction made Balon hesitate, he wished to rule and considered his father a weak man, but he was always good to him and his brothers, so, praying to the Drowned God in his mind, he began to speak

"Your recovery is a message from the drowned God father, it is a sign, that you will regain your strength so that the price of iron returns to Westeros, give the order and I will guide all our captains to glory," said Balon, looking at his father with hope, practically begging him to accept his words and not force him to do what had to be done

Quellon, for his part, shook his head and replied

"It won't happen son, the continent is at peace, the troops are ready, the Targaryens have..." However, Quellon's words were interrupted by Balon who stood up in fury

"The Targaryens, the Targaryens, THE TARGARYENS! I'm not interested in incestuous morons, we're Iron Born, OUR LEGACY IS IN THE OCEANS, PLUNDERERS AND WARRIORS, NOT IN THE FISHERMEN YOU WANT TO TURN US INTO!” Balon said with obvious fury, the man was so angry that, he didn't notice, his father didn't respond, no matter how hard he tried 

"Why DON'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?" Baelon shouted, looking towards his father, only to find him holding his throat, heavily, looking at his son and begging for assistance

Balon ran to his father's bed and helped him sit up to help him breathe, to no avail

"CALL THE MAESTER, CALL THE FUCKING MAESTER, LET HIM COME NOW IF HE DOESN'T WANT ME TO THROW HIM INTO THE DAMN OCEAN!" shouted Lord Balon trying to save his father's life, completely forgetting his "big" plans

The guards rushed to carry out the orders of the young Lord, leaving the corridor empty, allowing the salt slave in her father's service to sneak into the shadows, in her hand, she carried an empty glass jar, and on her neck

An earring with a black dragon

The woman only said one thing

"I am so sorry" before leaving the dying Lord in his son's arms

The mission had been accomplished and chaos would reign in Westeros soon