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Gormon Tyrell, The citadel, The Hightower

The corridors felt different, there was a heavy air around in the heart of the citadel, several floors below the ground, far from the dragon's indomitable vision

Hiding like rats, Gormon thought, not overlooking the fucking irony, the whole kingdom referred to the maesters as the gray rats, an insult of course

And here he was, proving the words of all the Lords of the realm right

Upon arriving at the meeting place, Gormon inhaled hard and put on his golden mask, symbolizing him as the sage of mathematics and economics, on his way to the round table, another clear message, in the order there was no leader, or head, all sages were important for the future of the kingdom

The rest of the members were already present, all behind their masks, something that, in Gormon's opinion was stupid, he knew perfectly well who each and every one of the members were

However, his predecessor always cited protocol and tradition, something stupid in his opinion, hiding useless behavior behind something as banal as tradition

After all, it was also tradition for Targaryens to impregnate their sisters, mothers, and aunts, and that didn't mean it was a right thing to do

"We are all here," said the sage in the black steel mask, his tone denoting a feeling shared with everyone

Concern

The kingdom changed, the relentless presence of the Dragon King gave a stability never seen before to Westeros, something worrying

At least for the orders plans

"Do we hear from our agents at King's Landing?" asked the sage of the red gold

"No, the winged beasts remain in constant motion, Marwin is more loyal to the monarch than to the order and the servants who could be bought have been eliminated in a subtle way, the Red Keep is an impregnable fortress for our agents" snapped one of the sages, the annoyance of his inability to respond to the insults of the Targaryen house was a hard blow to the ego of the order

The latest news? The reinstatement of Aemon Targaryen as prince of the kingdom and the execution of Walys, two insults to which they could not respond

"Walys was executed, Aemon Targaryen's knowledge of poisons gave him away, Lyara Stark is out of danger and the wolves closer to the dragon than ever," said another old man, his body language expressing concern

And Gormon could fully comprehend it, they were playing with fire and he had no intention of burning himself

"We must stop," said Gormon, for the third consecutive meeting, again expressing concern about the impending retribution of the dragon king

Because, unlike most of the elders at this meeting, Gormon had met Aerys Targaryen in person, those cold, calculating eyes said only one thing

Power

The question now wasn't whether the dragon king would fight back against them, that was a certainty in Gormon's mind

The real question was when and how

And to the frustration of the order, no one knew the answer, they were totally defenseless against an unknown enemy

"The maester of Casterly Rock died, however, Lord Tywin refuses to accept an assigned maester, he will send a third son of a second son of the cadet branch of Lannisport, he hopes that he will be trained as soon as possible" said the sage, annoyance more than evident in his voice

After all, in the stupid old man's mind, Tywin Lannister had no right to meddle in the affairs of the order

The hypocrisy and stupidity of this group of elders was... worryingly, they still did not understand the dimension of the danger they were in, the greatest protection of the order was anonymity, and it was evident that, since Pycelle's death, the dragon king suspected that something was not right

“How are our plans for rebellion going? We must distract the dragon king's attention while we find a way to get rid of the foul beasts, we already did it once, we can do it again," snapped the sage in brass mask

Gormon simply shook his head, although it was true that the order had finished off the dragons after the dance, the circumstances were totally different

After the dance, there were no remaining adult dragons to pose any real danger and the Iron Throne was occupied by a stupid weak brat, now we have three dragons the size of a fucking elephant, with three skilled riders, who, as we saw in the report of the three daughters, have no qualms about using them

It was more likely that House Targaryen would fly to the citadel and roast them all like pigs, before exterminating the dragons again, the circumstances were simply totally different

And Gormon knew it

For hours, he listen to these old men plan and plan, without coming up with anything concrete, they all cursed the dragons and swore to exterminate them

But the harsh truth was that no one knew what to do, the only plan was to incite the Arryns and the Tullys to sow chaos in the kingdom, try to destabilize the Targaryen government and pray that, in the fights, a fucking arrow will kill a member of the royal house

Maybe the Greyjoys, but those animals were so unpredictable that the odds of something going wrong were incredibly high, they weren't that desperate

At least not yet

"We have news from the North, the alliances are solid and guarantee stability and loyalty in the region to the Throne, with this move, the dragon king isolated Rickard Stark from Jon Arryn and Hoster Tully, further weakening our possible rebellion," said another of the wise men

Everyone ignored the point, Aerys Targaryen made precise and calculated moves, and when his rivals reacted to the previous one, he had already made three more that left you as bewildered as at the beginning

 Gormon knew that this "Council" had its days numbered, so it was time to start doing damage control

As soon as the meeting was over, he returned to his chambers at the top of the citadel, a place worthy of a member of the order of his level

It was a luxurious and pretentious place, typical of a greedy second son who was born without the right to anything and got a small dose of power, without wasting time, Gormon on his way to his private Nest, those crows that he used for his most intimate messages to his family 

The order would fall, it was only a matter of time before Aerys Targaryen's eyes fell on the Citadel, but Gormon Tyrell would not fall with them

He had two letters to write, the winds in the kingdom were changing, he could feel it

He had to talk to Olenna, as soon as possible

Poor Gormon, he had no idea that, in Oldtown itself, at the highest point of the Hightower, the beginning of the end of his petty order was brewing

In the no longer tortured mind of one particular maiden

Daena Blackfyre, Pentos

"I can't believe you can put up with all that," Aemon said with obvious revulsion as he watched as Ilyrio, Daena's now "husband" received the last guests, a stupidly wealthy couple of merchants, moving at least thirty merchant ships between Norvos and Lys, using Pentos as their main port

They both looked at Ilyrio with fake smiles, with eyes that hid total contempt, after all, although Ilyrio had gold to spare, being literally the richest man in the fucking city, he lacked the "lineage" that these cunts valued

Daena snorted, in Pentos, a merchant city, gold was the king, so as much as they hated him, Ilyrio was the most powerful man in the fucking city, even more so than the prince

Something that, evidently, Daena used to her advantage

Prince Harryl Harratis, with an ancestral lineage, who considered everyone in the city inferior to him, visited Ilyrio constantly, after all, the lineage does not maintain an active city,  that was the gold’s job, and as much as he hated Ilyrius, on countless occasions he had had to give in to him, someone he considered inferior

Daena used that resentment to turn the prince on her side and against her new husband, and the funniest thing for Daena

She didn't even have to fuck him, a simple caress, a sensual whisper, a look that denoted the "fear" that Daena had towards her obese husband were fenough to manipulate the prince, who, with each gesture, desired her more and more

Daena still remembered with amusement the look crazed with jealousy when she told the prince that Ilyrio forced her to sleep with him, Daena pulled the strings of the city's politics

Their main sources of information were the wives, mistresses and concubines of the merchant "lords"

Today, it was their wedding day, the day that she would finally allow Ilyrio to bathe her interior with his weak seed

Daena snorted to drown out the laughter she wanted to let out, at such a stupid notion

Today, many things would change in this city

“Is everything ready?” she asked softly to her brother, who nodded in a disguised way, at the same time, Ilyrio walked towards the center of the room, evidently wanting to begin bedding as soon as possible

As her obese husband spoke, Daena watched in amusement as the prince grew angrier and angrier, until the point reached where he stood up and walked toward the center of the room

"Now," Daena whispered, with a cruel look, Aemon nodded and disappeared into the shadows, while the servants began to talk to each other, taking advantage of the embarrassing spectacle of the "prince" of Pentos

"YOU DON'T DESERVE DALINA! A FILTHY, USELESS COMMONER LIKE YOU HAS NO RIGHT TO SUCH A SPECTACULAR WOMAN!” snapped the prince, at the same time that the guards of the prince and those of Ilyrio drew their weapons

Quickly, the city's merchant council supported their allies, a third of whom stood behind Ilyrio, out of convenience rather than loyalty, while another supported the prince, who owed their power to lineage rather than gold

However... a third part, those with heads, who understood that for the proper functioning of the city both lineage and gold mattered, the faction that usually went unnoticed, did not look at either

But towards her, many merchant princes and princesses looked at her expectantly, waiting for the promised signal

And apparently, the time had come

The prince, completely out of his mind and forgetting that his wife was accompanying him to the wedding, simply blurted out

"I WON'T ALLOW IT, DALINA WILL BE MY WIFE, NOT THAT OF AN OBESE AND DISGUSTING NOBODY LIKE YOU! GUARDS, TAKE DOWN THIS SCUM!” he order with fury and a malicious look

Ilyrio snapped the same order, the warriors on both sides were preparing, the merchants on the side of Ilyrio and Harryl were preparing for a massacre between soldiers

However…

One of the prince's soldiers stepped forward, spear in hand, and made the first attack, not at the enemy soldiers

But towards the prince himself

Harryl gasped in pain, feeling the cold kiss of steel pierce his body, at the same time as his eyes looked realistically, as the soldiers of Ilyrio did the same, stabbing the obese merchant at his own wedding

In a matter of seconds, two-thirds of the city's rulers were slaughtered like pigs, including the newlywed Ilyrio and the prince himself, killed by their own soldiers, to the impassiveness and even pleasure of the rest of the merchants

In an instant, the place was filled with silence, only interrupted by heavy footsteps that could be heard closer and closer

“Now that the hindrances have been removed from the board, it's time for us to talk about the future of Pentos," Daena said, taking control of the situation quickly, both Ilyrio and Harryl's soldiers positioned themselves behind her, making it clear where their loyalty lay

And as if that were not enough, at that moment, the heavy doors opened, allowing the passage of warriors in heavy golden armor, with black cloaks, moving with discipline and precision, giving way to an elderly man, but no less imposing, a man known to all present

Ser Myles Toyne, the captain general of the golden company, who, to the surprise of all present, walked to "Dalina" and knelt down  

"Queen Daena of the House of Blackfyre, I, Ser Myles Toyne, present myself to fulfill the oath of the company, to support the legitimate royal house of Westeros," said the man, offering an infamous sword towards Daena

Gasps and whispers flooded the entire place, at the same time as an ebony throne with an imposing carved dragon was brought and placed in the center of the room

Daena, with all the calmness in the world walked towards it, her gaze denoted decision, without a hint of doubt, as if, since her birth, control of Pentos had been her destiny

Perhaps it was

Calmly, she sat down, and looked around, the remaining nobles looking at her with various emotions, some with acceptance, some with suspicion, and some daring with lust

Poor imbeciles

After a long silence, Daena spoke

And all the nobility of Pentos listened

"My name is Daena Blackfyre, descendant of Daemon Blackfyre, rightful ruler of Westeros, betrayed and murdered in cold blood by his kin” said the beautiful woman, at the same time as more and more soldiers of the golden company entered the place, making the remaining nobles even more nervous

"You, you are alive because I allowed it, you are here because I saw potential in you, to take Pentos to heights never seen before, you are the best of the best in my city," said the beautiful princess

No one went unnoticed the way in which she referred to Pentos, a free city

"Kneel, swear unconditional allegiance to House Blackfyre and you will be rewarded, your families will swim in gold and riches, serve me and the black dragon, and you will not regret it."

Daena watched with satisfaction as most of the nobles seemed almost convinced with the speech, however, she needed some stupid fool, to set an example and end the night in the most imposing way

And luckily for her, she found him

A young merchantman, new to the city, who saw it as total contempt

“Do you want us to believe you're a Blackfyre? Don't make me laugh, you're a simple whore, the Targaryens took it upon themselves to exterminate that putrid family, The bold cut off Maleys' head to the relief of the whole fucking continent, I don't know how a fucking lysense pleasure slave like you managed to fool the golden company, but you don't carry the dragon's blood” he snap,  the mockery on his face more than evident

We have a winner, Daena thought, making a simple gesture to her soldiers, who obeyed the order instantly, subduing the poor imbecile, who, too late, had understood his mistake

She would enjoy this

Looking at the remaining nobles, he could see that the man's words had sown doubt, which had to be eradicated

In addition, she needed a volunteer for the next step of her plan

Looking at her brother, Daena ordered

"Bring them in, it's time" with a cold look

Aemon looked at her with surprise and suspicion, but did not answer, bowing, he left the room

Daena then looked at the captain of the company and ordered

“Prepare everything, the time has come”

The new queen of Pentos watched with amusement as the old man got excited and began to give orders, using the tables and chairs of the place, an improvised bonfire was prepared

"Tie him," he ordered, while Aemon returned with two servants, carrying a small chest

"No, no, no, NO, NOO," cried the terrified young man, understanding too late what awaited him, although Daena's attention was no longer on the poor imbecile, whose body and blood would be the necessary payment

After all, according to the priestess's words, in order to create life, life had to be sacrificed

"Brought from Braavos, Ilyrio bought them for a fortune from the Sea Lord," Aemon said cautiously, opening the chest and showing three dragon eggs, different from the ones that had been stolen a year ago

Daena did not respond, she just took them cautiously, as if they were newborns and placed them in the bonfire, ignoring the sobs of the sacrifice

"Turn it on," ordered the Valyrian maiden, and in seconds, the flames began to kiss the merchant's feet, who did not stop screaming non-stop

Gradually, the terrified nobles watched as the flames grew, as did the screams of the poor devil who dared to challenge the black dragon, until, the screams simply ceased... Life had left the body of the man

And just at that moment...

The flames grew, so high that they kissed the ceiling of the place and without hesitation, before the cautious gaze of the golden company and the terrified gaze of the nobles, Daena Blackfyre walked towards the flames, being kissed by them without any qualms

The bonfire burned steadily, but everyone had lost track of time, no one knew what to think... The golden company only watched as time passed, thinking how the black dragon's last hope had been burned alive by a stupid legend

But then... shrieks were born from the fire, sharp and hungry, at the same time that the flames began to die, revealing the sinful and lustful silhouette of Daena Blackfyre, totally naked

And even if such a sight would have been enough to hypnotize everyone present, the truly incredible was in her arms

Three baby dragons, who clung to the maiden's body protectively, using their small wings to cover the new monarch's nipples and womanhood

When the flames died, Daena Blackfyre left the bonfire, and walked to her throne, and as she did so, everyone present knelt before her, at the same time that Aemon screamed

"All praise Daena Blackfyre, Queen of Pentos and rightful heir to the Throne of Aegon the Conqueror!" at the same time as kneeling

However, Daena did not pay attention to her brother, she concentrated on her new children, on her throne

At her destiny and this new opportunity…

Daena Blackfyre had entered the bonfire; however, she had not emerged alone, the remnant of someone else accompanied her

A mother of dragons, with a single thought

Vengeance, against the false dragon of the North

And she'd get it, one way or another