3,008A/N: EDIT: well, there isn't much feedback for this particular chapter...ah, well, I tried...I really did...
Sorry for the delay... T_T
Got the gang back together; next week's going to be insane. Practice Makes Perfect should be updated tomorrow as well, hopefully.
Slifer, Advent, Dark, and Dylan are helping me with a LOT of chapters/stories, so there's going to be an absolute smorgasbord next week just before Thanksgiving. As for myself, I'm still not quite rested, but I need to keep writing, if only to stay sane; its one of my few outlets these days. Haven't had a day off for weeks now. Soon it will be three. I won't have a day off until Thanksgiving, and by then, a month will have passed.
Result? Tired author, but I need to get me money back after repairing my car. I can collapse afterward.
Speaking of which, there will be no update on Thanksgiving, as I'll be traveling to spend time with my family. I'll endeavor for a massive update of several stories before hand, but things are bound to get hectic afterward in all the madness to come.
Many thanks to newboy (a reviewer) for offering a great many ideas regarding the Iron Islands!
As always, I wanted this chapter to feel like a proper Game of Thrones episode!
Hopefully I succeeded~!
Alright, I've kept you waiting long enough, methinks. Enough of this old man's rambling; you're here for a story. Hope you're prepared for the chaos to come. Once more, I own no references, quotes, memes or themes. Not a wit or a one. Nope. They're simply tributes to legends far greater than I. Lastly, a reminder to one and all. Naruto's Westerosi name remains Nathaniel. Joanna -and now Rhaella!- prefer to call him Naruto, yet they're the only ones who truly do.
Timeline is obviously a little skewed here, but hey, that makes things...fun.
References and verbatim from Game of Thrones below. Away we go~!
But first we must step back a moment, to explain what led to the slaughter that is the Night of Bones...
NARUTO GOES SCYLLA (EPIC: The Musical) ON THE GREYJOYS IN THIS CHAPTER AND I OWN NOTHING.
If you know the lyrical references, you know. If not...
...well. I won't spoil it. You'll see.
Let's put a smile on that face!
"MONSTER!"
"WHAT IS THAT THING?!"
"Row! Row you fools! ROW FOR YOUR LIVES!"
"Drown in your sorrow and fears! Choke on your blood and your tears! Bleed 'til you've run out of years!
Give up your honor and faith! Live up your life as a wraith! Die in the blood where you bathe!
We must do what it takes to survive! After all, we are the same, you and I...!"
~The Lion Unleashed.
Night of Bones
Lyanna looked lovely.
It was a relief to see, for until this very moment, Lord Rickard Stark had been concerned for his daughter; as any true father worth his salt would be. He had feared that she might suffer away from the North, that she would wither in the West, away from the cold and her people, but apparently his fears had been for naught.
She stood strong and radiant and proud, veritably beaming beside Nathaniel in the war room as she helped him point out the enemy formation; that, and where they would intercept them. She did not cling to his arm as some mewling lovelorn maiden might, but remained at her intended's side as an equal, meeting him eye for eye as they vigorously debated the nuances of some plan he didn't wholly understand.
Hard to believe she'd all but leaped into his arms only a short while ago at the gate.
Such was but a part of his reason for coming to Casterly Rock; not only to personally check in on his daughter but to ascertain Lord Lannister's intentions as well. That said, he'd brought the better part of five thousand men west within. More than enough to repel the impending attack on Lannisport, beat back the raiders to the sea, then lay waste to the iron Islands. It would not be a swift battle. He expected it to take time. Perhaps a year. He'd also left a garrison behind at Winterfell, spread out should the worst come to pass.
No matter his concerns, he could not entirely strip the North of all defenses lest Aerys take it into his head to do something foolish. Which he just might; one never knew with the mad dragon.
Forewarned is forearmed and all that.
It also gave him an opportunity to meet the Warden of the West face-to-face.
He had heard tales of Tywin Lannister, exchanged letters with him and shared correspondence in the past, but this was his first time meeting the man in the flesh.
How best to describe him? Stern? Severe? Stoic?
All those words seemed insufficient when meeting a monster of his caliber. This man had carved his families legacy in gold and blood, and would for all the years he had left.
But just as Tywin Lannister remained Warden of the West, so too was Rickard Stark Warden of the North. They were equals, if not necessarily in stature, then in rank, at the very least. He was not cowed by him any more than he would be a dangerous beast, but he acknowledged his presence nevertheless.
As did Tywin himself, it seemed.
"Lord Stark." The older man granted him a grim nod, a curt acknowledgement between allies. "We were not expecting you."
He caught the question between the words. Why are you here?
So that was how it would be, then. Very well. He might disdain the realm's precious "Game of Thrones" as a whole, but he could play it well enough when pressed.
"Someone needed to lead the Northmen." He ran a hand across the map, tracing the image of Lannisport with one finger. "And besides, I wished to ascertain the status of my daughter."
If his words were just a touch frosty, none in the room dared comment.
"Your daughter is just fine." Lyanna huffed preening just a little. "Though she appreciates your presence."
Was that a smile on Nathaniel's face? Or perhaps a trick of the light?
They, at least, seemed glad to have him here.
"What's to be our plan of attack, then?"
Tywin's son and heir perked up, warming to the change as a lion would the sun.
"The Greyjoy fleet has taken its time reaching Lannisport, raiding up and down the coast wherever they wish." Nathaniel swept a hand across the map, indicating a score of finely carved pieces that served as ships. "They think us unprepared. We are not. The key is to draw them in here, and here, and then, once they've committed themselves...we'll spring a trap of our own.
There he went with his schemes again, that clever boy of Tywin's. And that must be Cersei Lannister standing silently at his other side, listening with rapt attention. A most comely young woman, one who knew how to use a blade judging by the swordbelt she wore. Perhaps Ned might like her, Benjen was still much too young and besides, Brandon was far too smitten with that Tully girl of his. Would that he could cool his head, he might've brought him here to learn the ways of war, rather than secret him away in Riverrun.
Wouldn't do for his heir to rush off and get himself killed...
Unbidden, he found his gaze drawn back to Cersei Lannister.
She was staring at him. The girl looked fierce. Yes, Ned might make a good match for her.
Then again, did he truly want to wed two of his children to the Lannisters? Lyanna and Nathaniel go on well enough, but who was to say Ned and Cersei would?
Ah, but he digressed, they were looking to him for an answer, to which he grimaced. "My men are not skilled in naval warfare. It'll be difficult enough getting them into ships to burn the Iron Islands. They'll be be useless in a pitched battle on the water."
"They needn't be." Nathaniel chimed. "We'll have them waiting to entrap them on the shore with our forces after I drive them there with blast powder."
Blast powder? his brow furrowed, but he didn't give voice to the words. "And what manner of trap is this?"
Perhaps sensing his concern, lord Tywin sighed. "It doesn't involve your daughter, if that is your fear. She is family. She'll not come to harm here."
As though that explained everything in the blood world!
An awful thought occurred to him just then.
"Have they already been wed?"
Cersei went red.
Nathaniel choked on his wine.
Lyanna absolutely sputtered. "Father!"
"No." With but a single word, Tywin Lannister brought silence and calm back to the room. "Weddings are for times of peace. We are currently at war." He looked down to the map and offered a rare sigh of annoyance. "I suspect we shall be at war for quite some time."
Good. Tywin possessed more honor than he'd initially surmised. He hadn't thought the man might try something in his absence, but these were perilous times, and much blood would soon be shed.
Not just with the Greyjoys, but the Targaryens as well, though that conflict would come afterwards.
He wondered how large that little red dragon had grown since he'd seen him last.
With the Starks and Lannisters working together, the Greyjous wouldn't last the year.
And then, with a little luck, the Targaryens would follow soon thereafter.
He remembered asking Lyanna earlier, "He has treated you well?"
Her face had gone rosy. "Very well."
His studied his daughter once more as the strategy session evolved into further plans and countermeasures against the Greyjoys. Lyanna offered a few ideas of her own, means that had many nodding and Nathaniel all but beaming with pride. Rickard was no stranger to love-having loved her mother very dearly-and Lyanna looked to be very much in love. But for now their were plans to make. He could put the fear of the Old Gods into the boy later.
If there was a later.
No! None of that! He could not afford to die-the North needed him.
Steeling himself, he fixed Nathaniel with a quizzical look. "Now what's this about blast powder...?
(.0.0.0.)
"Stop pacing and go to sleep already."
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...easier said than done, he supposed.
Saying the words aloud should've helped; if anything, they only made him all the more restless.
Naruto exhaled heavily, hands clasped behind his back as he considered his bed. It called to him, yet he couldn't bring himself to rest. His mind was still whirling with fresh thoughts and schemes, of plans that might yet go wrong, comrades that might die, and so much more.
He'd gathered all the resources he could, had allies aplenty, fortified defenses, but there was still a chance something might go wrong.
And he was left to contemplate it alone.
Cersei had gone down to pray in the Stone Garden, Nymeria had wandered off, wanting a world with Ellia; she'd said something about poisons. He didn't dare ask what the little -or not so little anymore, he supposed- Blackfyre was up to. Something told him ignorance as bliss on that front, just this once. As for Lyanna...well, he didn't rightly know where she was. Speaking with her father, probably.
Sleep would've been nice, at least then he could talk with Rhaella;
It had been some time since he'd spoken with the rejuvenated queen, she was probably growing restless. Not for lack of trying on his part; he simply hadn't had uninterrupted sleep nor the chance to reach her in his dreams as of late. All the more reason to corner her and talk, the sooner the better. Did she know about the Greyjoys? And if so, why hadn't she warned him? Aerys was seldom the subtle sort, there must be some trace, some sign he could trace back to the mad king.
"And then what?" Even through layers of rock and stone, Kurama's voice was still able to pierce his mind as no dagger could. "She's not at fault for this."
"I know she isn't," he bit his thumb in mild consternation, "but if we had some forewarning we could've been better prepared. Crakehall's been burned, and its a miracle the raiders haven't made it to Cornfield yet.
"They're focused on us, then."
"Most likely."
"Meaning they may know about me."
It was a possibility he supposed; they could hardly keep him and Shukaku safe forever. Sooner or later someone was going to notice the dragons. And that was assuming he didn't take the other seven under his proverbial wing. Could he sense them? Was it possible? He'd never though to try, but then again, there had never been the need. Maybe he ought to try, but that presented a different sort of risk; because once he knew where they were, he'd feel compelled to seek them out, shelter them, save them...
Someone knocked on the door, diverting his thoughts.
He was grateful for the distraction; if only because he hadn't bothered to lock it.
Clasping both hands behind his back, he straightened himself up, rose to his full towering height and lifted his chin to speak. "Come."
The door swung open.
His eyes widened.
"Lyanna?"
Now wasn't this a familiar sight? The last time she'd visited him in the dead of night like this was way back in Winterfell. That hadn't been on the eve of battle mind you, but he found himself drawing comparisons all the same. This time she more little more than a thin white shift; the garment clung to her, hinting, tempting, drawing the eye. But why would she wear something like this, unless...
Oh.
Ohhh?
Ohhhhh~!
She eased the door shut behind her and locked it for good measure.
"Lya-
Before he could finish, she stepped into him; her mouth met his halfway, lips caging his. She kissed him slowly, sweetly, lips lingering over his own.
"I had to see you." she murmured, pressing herself against him. "...I will not be left behind."
He almost smiled against her lips. "No one is leaving you behind."
"No?" She bridled, terribly cross. "Then why does it feel as though every lady in this castle has gotten a leg up on me as of late?
Naruto saw the bait but didn't rise to it.
"Ellia brought you a dragon. Nymeria is your Blade. Meanwhile, Cersei is...!" She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I don't want to talk about her. And that's to say nothing of your dragon queen...
She'd figured that out, had she?
He wasn't surprised. Lyanna had ever been the clever sort.
"We've only exchanged letters." And dreams he added silently, but that was one secret he wasn't willing to share just yet. "She provides me with insight."
"But what do I provide you?" Lyanna slapped a hand against her bosom with a cry. "What do I have?"
Her plea floored him for a moment, then he rallied.
"You were my first love."
And it was true. Nymeria might've been his first ally, but he'd fallen for Lyanna before her. She'd won his heart with his wild ways, and while there would always be others, there could be no doubting his affections for this wild wolf girl who'd slashed and clawed and torn her way into his good graces. He cherished her, truly. She'd become his fried, then his confidant, then the woman he wanted to marry.
He...well, he adored her. That would never change. No matter what anyone said.
"Not your first time, though." She was clearly still sulking about Nymeria, he could tell, but he had her attention. "Do you really love me?"
He cupped her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers. "What kind of question is that? Of course I love you. You know I do."
She backed away from him suddenly and reached up to her shoulders.
Naruto hissed out a breath. "Hold on a second-
Lyanna most assuredly did not.
"Prove it."
(.0.0.0.)
Prove it.
Lyanna dropped her dress.
It pooled at her feet as she exposed herself to him fully, -she'd not worn undergarments- baring her breasts to him and more, exposing herself fully to Nathaniel seemingly without a care in the world.
A lie. In truth she cared very much what he thought.
Daring to step forward, she took ahold of his hands, leaned up, and kissed his neck.
"Tell me you love me." she whispered, nuzzling him. "Tell me you want me."
Nathaneil didn't falter, but he did sigh.
"I do love you, and I want you, very much so," he amended when she made to protest, "But now isn't a good time; hells, this isn't a good idea in the first place."
Lyanna nearly recoiled, stung. He was just looking after her, she knew. "I don't care. I'll drink moon tea."
"Your bloody father's in the castle."
She growled. "I don't care."
"We might be heard-
"I. Do not. Care."
Taking ahold of his face with both hands, she dragged his visage down to hers; he allowed it, despite being several times stronger than she, and kissed her deeply. She held him there for a long moment, refusing to release him until she made herself -and her feelings- abundantly clear to the brash blond before her.
Quite suddenly, he responded to her, not in actions, but deeds.
She gasped a little when he returned her affections, then again now when his fingers delved past her stomach.
Paused, now.
"Go on." she prodded him, face burning, forcing herself to vocalize what she felt deep within. "I want you to touch me."
And he did.
Nathaniel wasn't a virgin; she'd known that, but it became abundantly clear. His fingers danced over her body, caressing the nipples of her breasts, teasing a pleased sigh from her, then a moan now as he traced trails of fire across her body.
Her thoughts fizzled as he coaxed her body to new heights. Teased, tempted, tormented.
Stop.
Should stop.
They must stop.
Lyanna didn't want to stop. Why would she ever want to stop this?
Being with him made her feel good and powerful and strong.
How could something like this possibly be wrong...?
She pushed him back to the bed climbed into his lap, planted herself atop him, then laid her palms across his chest. He could've flipped her over and perhaps she would let him later, but at present she was feeling selfish and wanted nothing more than his trousers off, followed by everything else soon thereafter..
There was pain, at first, when they coupled.
Lyanna grit her teeth against it, but in time it gave way to pleasure and with that came sweet, carnal bliss.
When her intended sat up, she demanded that he hold her against him, not with words, but action. Slowly, gradually, she began to move in his lap, grinding herself atop him with slow, rhythmic movements, designed to delight and distract.
Swallowing her pride and asking advice from Ellia had proven a boon after all. For all her sass and snark, the Martell girl knew how to please a man.
Surely owing her a favor wouldn't be so bad...?
Nathaniel kissed her neck, drawing her back to reality with a soft hum as she continued to grind her hips against his.
She was neither mounting him, nor was he doing the same her, but rather they were caught somewhere between the two, delightfully devilish in their decadence.
More.
She wanted more.
By the gods, she needed more!
Some might call this foolish, that by bedding one another before they they were indulging in darkness She didn't care.
Instead she began to bounce in his lap, short, savage motions, the better to hasten her own pleasure alongside is; until finally, she came; her body quivered with sweet release, once, twice, thrice as she sprawled against her lover, exhaustion overtaking them both soon thereafter.
Sleep claimed her most quickly as Nathaniel held her in his arms; she snuggled into him with a smile, warm, safe, and loved.
Sweet dreams came soon thereafter, blessed and pure.
She was still dreaming when the slaughter began.
(.0.0.0.)
From the mist they came.
Masked warriors bearing blue eyes and blond hair, armed with sword and ax and spear alike, they strode across the water and waded into the fray with singular purpose.
Notably, there were only nine of them.
No more, no less.
Nine.
In a pitched battle, alone, they wouldn't have made much a difference, but here with the Krakens hemmed in by Lannister and Stark alike...they made all the difference in the world. Time and again they targeted enemy after enemy, seeking out the commanders and any whom the invaders might seek to rally behind.
It was a slaughter. Whenever an Ironborn struck one such masked warrior, it turned to smoke, only for another to take its place.
They fell upon the Greyjoys in a frenzy of steel.
None survived.
(.0.0.0.)
Euron Greyjoy took one look at the landlocked slaughter before him and knew the battle was lost.
Bit of a pity, that-he'd tried to warn his comrades. They hadn't listened. More fools they.
Magic was at work here.
He should know, given he was something of a practitioner in the arts himself. He'd studied the candles, saw the signs and the portents for years now, from the moment he'd first learned of that lively Lannister lad. With his birth, the infamous glass candles had begun to burn anew. They had only grown brighter in the years since. Doubtlessly they were blazing now. After all, magic was a dangerous art; it wasn't something just anyone could learn at the drop of a hat; it required sacrifices. Promise. Power.
Blood.
He could disembark from his ship, join the fray, perhaps make some manner of middling difference in the melee and die for his efforts. Or perhaps-
The water rippled below the boats as something stirred in the deep.
It was Euron's only warning.
Against his better judgement, he looked down.
Something stared back at him from the deep with so very many eyes.
He lost his hold on the rope with a hiss; the dingy splashed down, nearly throwing him overboard. Time to go. He'd expected some manner of magic, but nothing like this-
His oars had only just touched the water when all hells broke loose.
A teeming beast forged entirely of water burst from the depths with a sonorous roar, a wicked hydra bearing six horrid heads and great glowing golden eyes besides. It towered over the Greyjoy ships, dwarfing them with its sheer size. Was it real? An illusion? Did it matter? The survivors on land were lucky; they faced a death of sword and steel. The cowards who kept to their slowly-sinking ships, those who chose safety over combat...
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..
...they met a far more gruesome fate.
Euron's stomach sank. This went well beyond mere magic. He'd created this monstrosity out of nothing but water and ohgodshereitcomes...!
The Lannister Lord waved a hand and those long necks craned back at his command:
"Drown in your sorrow and FEARS!"
The water hydra descended, jaws ripping and tearing.
"Choke on your blood and your TEARS!"
Wood and flesh and steel crunched in their maws.
"Bleed 'til you've run out of YEARS!"
Men screamed in utter horror.
"Give up your honor and FAITH!"
Blood flowed freely through the watter.
"Live up your life as a WRAITH!"
Ships shattered like twigs.
"Die in the blood where you BATHE!"
Death came for one and all.
Was the boy singing? No, preposterous. And yet the words rang together, rhymed with eerie purpose as he issues commands to his watery beast. Another part of the scare tactic no doubt, but it still terrified him. Worse, the water hydra ignored him. He was but one man among many ships. His dingy small, beneath their interests. Aghast, he watched the beast feast.
His men died in droves; some dared to fling themselves into the water and swim for shore. It didn't save them.
Euron spared one last lingering look for his doomed men and rowed for his life.
As he did, he cast a glance to Casterly Rock, looming large in the night.
The risk was high, but the priiiiize...
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..
...was probably going to get him killed, but the reward would be well worth it.
The Greyjoys were finished. Maybe not this year or the next, possibly three if they were lucky, but it was only a matter of time now. Tywin Lannister would destroy them all, tear down their towers, salt the earth and leave their corpses for the crows. No matter how far east he went, the man would doggedly pursue. Lannisters paid their debts. Everyone knew the song.
Inspired piece of work, that Rains of Castamere.
His family would experience something similar no doubt despite the leave they'd been granted by the Crown. If one could call it that. Ha! Do as the King bids or join the Lion in death. Except the Lion wasn't going to die now, was he? The beast had ahold of the Kraken now, had dragged it out the sea and onto land.
No, the writing was on the wall, now.
He'd been blessed with a keen mind, it had served him well on raids and when claiming his fair share of salt wives alongside a strong sword arm, but tonight he knew strength wouldn't save him. Guile would. Wicked wit and cold cunning were one's only recourse when faced with such a beast. Victory had never been an option. They were sent here to die, and in doing so, provoke a war.
How fortunate then, that he'd come prepared for just such an eventuality.
Euron plotted his course and started rowing. It wasn't easy; the tides were against him and he knew he'd be seen on his approach. Guards shouted from above; he would be facing a wall of steel soon enough. A lesser man might've given up and rowed away, letting the current carry him away down the coast.
Yet row he did.
Right to the mouth of the Stone Garden, and the cavern that opened to the sea within.
Guards awaited him there at the dock, ten men strong, more than enough to subdue and kill him. And standing at their head, a lovely young woman with long golden hair awaited him, clad in a red dress, her eyes a deep piercing green. This, then, must be Cersei Lannister. She didn't look particularly pleased to see him. Then again that might've been the ring of Lannister guards with him, each armed to the teeth.
"Thought yourself bold, did you?" she clasped both hands before herself and clicked her tongue at him in severe repproval. "Did you think you weren't known to us, Euron Greyjoy?"
Ah. They'd been prepared for just such an eventuality, then.
The Plot ran deeper than he thought. He'd been wise to come here after all.
"Not at all, my lady."
He drew his sword for all to see...
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...and threw it down at their feet.
He was but one man and no matter how skilled he might be, he couldn't possibly hope to best so many.
"I've come to bargain." he said, hoping the words might buy him the precious seconds he needed.
Her brow furrowed. "With what, exactly?"
"The greatest gift of all."
He swung back his cloak and revealed the prize in his satchel, snatched from a Braavosi vessel he'd raided not a year hence, deep and vibrantly blue.
A dragon egg.
Cersei went very still.
Euron Greyjoy grinned, teeth flashing in the gloom. "Do I have your attention now?"
She was watching him like a hawk. Good. He wouldn't been disappointed if she gave in easy. He saw no signs of dragons, but he could sense them smell them in the chamber beyond. Somehow, someway, the Lannisters had discovered a way to hatch them. Or maybe it was that miracle boy of theirs. In the end, it mattered not.
Regardless, the tide was turning. He was simply the first Greyjoy to see it.
Why should he be loyal to the Targaryens, anyway? The Mad King had father and his brothers dancing on strings.
Euron danced to no one's tune but his own.
The Lannister girl considered him for a long moment. "And what's to stop us from killing you and taking that egg for ourselves?"
Ah, but he had also prepared for such an eventuality! "I know the location of two more. Kill me, and you'll never find them."
Cersei considered him for a long moment. "And what would you ask in return?"
What to ask indeed! There were so very many things he could demand, each more appealing than the last. Had he more men, he could try and take these ladies captive, and their dragons with them...but no, such a course would only see his ship swamped and him dragged down to the depths. And even should he manage to escape, he'd be hunted down like a dog and put to death. There was no sense in being greedy; not when it would spell the end of him. He would wait. He should be patient. He could bide his time...
Lannisters paid their debts, and Greyjoys did not sow, but Euron wasn't above sowing a little chaos.
Revenge.
Yes, he would start with revenge against Aerys.
And from there...well. Who knew what might happen during the chaos of war?
Euron bit back a smile as he bowed, deep and low. "I wish to serve the winning side."
Only until he could inevitably take everything for himself, of course.
Lannister fools; by hook or crook, he would have it all.
They knew not what awaited them.
Then again...neither did he.
(.0.0.0.)
Naruto mowed down another screaming Ironborn with a roaring rasengan, kicked a second aside, and obliterated a third with a vicious overhand swing of his sword.
The blade did its duty and cut down the fleeing fool, but unused to such force, shattered in his grasp, leaving him clutching a broken hilt...again.
Worthless.
Men were dying all around him, and he couldn't even find a proper blade to endure his strength.
Annoyed, he tossed it away into the mad melee and waved a hand above his head; in response, the water dragon jutsu -hydra!-he'd conjured lash out with all six of its heads mowing down a score more.
There was no safety for the enemy here; neither shore nor sea could save them.
The Starks and Lannisters we're going to notice his beautiful display, but so be it. Better for him to flex his skills here, and save lives than a restrain the lions share of his power.
Taking the reprieve for what it was, he spared a glance for Casterly Rock.
He'd never felt so alive, so fulfilled, so burning with power, and yet...
A faint, lingering sense of unease nagged at him.
"l've got a bad feeling about this...
A/N: Indeeed he should.
You're mean to hate Euron; because this is the bastard from the BOOKS, the manipulator, the magician, the mastermind who no one could predict, not that crude caricature of a creature we got in the show. I swear, the showrunners ruined him solely out of spite.
*Spits in disgust*
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"Did you know about this?"
Oh, dear. Nathaniel sounded angry.
Rhaella raised her hands. "There was nothing I could do! Aerys has been more paranoid than ever! I've been locked in my chambers for days! I had no way to reach you, and I couldn't find you in my dreams!"
He sat beside her. "Start talking."
Rhaella grimaced. He really did look quite cross with her; it felt like they'd taken several steps backwards...
Damnitall, Aerys. What had he done this time?
Someone clamped hands over his eyes.
"Guess who."
He blew out a sigh. "I don't have time for games, Ellia.
She tackled him to the floor.
"Another egg?! Where did you even find that thing?! Where was that one even hiding?!"
Cersei held tight to the blue-scaled object and clutched it to her bossom, wearing a sheepish expression. "All's fair in love and war...?"
"Cersei, no...
"Cersei, yes! "
He held out a hand. "Give it here."
She backed up quickly. "Why? So you can hatch it...?"
Ships sailed toward the Iron Islands.
It would be a massacre.
But for whom?
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