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No wall surrounds my war camp, and yet, the Sealord was hesitant to attack , he knew I was while young, dangerous, unpredictable. Or perhaps I was predictable? After all.
All I do is win, but forgetting for a mont about feeding my own ego, I knew he didn't have the power to fight upfront, but that didn't an he would resort to other thods
"My King," Ser Barristan said, as he entered my room, his face letting know he had sothing important to share.
"Yes?" I inquired.
"There is a ssenger from Braavos here," Ser Barristan answered, and this information confused a bit, didn't I told the Sealord a day ago I would kill him? Why in the seven hells would he send soone to talk to ?
Taking a deep breath, I get off my tent, seeing a massive black horse rearing close to , dust curling around its hooves, the horse was probably one of the most beautiful horses I've ever seen, and atop of that magestic horse, a piece of shit.
A Bravoosi ssenger with a terribly scarred face and a pair of gold teeth, of course, he didn't co alone but considering that all he brought to a camp with ninety thousand soldiers was nothing but fifteen n, it was technically as if he ca alone, seriously what can fifteen n do with these numbers.
The ssenger took a step forwards, and I could already taste the smugness he emanated, "I bring word from the GREAT Sealord of Braavos,"
"We can debate on the 'Great' part," I chuckled, if he was so great why counsel he comprehend my clear hostility towards him.
Many of my Dothraki approach the man with smirks on their faces, they touch the ssenger hair and sll around him, and soon they all start to laugh, "My Khal, this man slls like a woman,"
I started to laugh with my n, "Well, I suppose it was to be expected,"
"A man that doesn't ride into battle is no n," My bloodrider said with a smile.
The ssenger was by this point incredibly infuriated, hands griping his pants, "Westerosi arrogance! It will be the death of you all. If it were not for the diplomacy of the Great Sealord, I would rip the breath from your lungs, with my bare hands."
I chuckled as I walked towards him, leaning close to him handing him a knife, "Oh my, threaten with a good ti, go ahead do it, none of my n will move, but be sure to kill on your first shot, because if you don't, you will regret it,"
"My king!?" Ser Barristan protested but was silenced with a simple glare.
"I. you!" The ssenger froze with shock as stared at with wide eyes, dropping the knife I gave him to the ground.
"So does anyone wants to try?" I chuckled.
"You bastard!" One of the Braavosi guards couldn't take it anymore and dashed with his blade towards .
"Ah," I turned to him, "A volunteer," With that I dashed forward, kicking him on the neck with enough strength to shattering his neck, killing him in one shot.
"I will fight you," Another guard said, he was old but looked experienced, "If I win, will your troops go back?"
"They will," I smiled eyeing the still frighting ssenger who was just silent, like a mute.
The man grabbed a big sword and started to swing at , quite slow, it was as if dodging soone trying to punch underwater, with not being underwater, after a while, this sad attempt started to get boring "For God's sake stop, this is stupid even by your Braavosi standards, and as we've seen this week, that threshold is vast,"
"Is this just a ga to you!" The old soldier growled, angry, holding his massive sword tight.
I smiled, "A ga? Hardly. If this were a ga I would be having fun, or killing Joffrey, now that sounds like a good ti,"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The old soldier rushed at , giving his last battle cry, that lasted for a few seconds before his decapitated head landed with a heavy thud on the floor.
"Now, that was depressing," I chuckled, eying the ssenger.
The ssenger composed himself a bit, and said with the utmost confidence, "If you value your lives over your complete annihilation, you must turn back now, while our great lord is forgiving!"
I sighed, wondering where did he get all that bravado, he just saw effortlessly kill two of his guards, "Before continue to shit through your mouth Braavosi, know that I am in a really bad mood today, so even a Lord's ssenger, you will be held accountable for the words coming out of your mouth, is that clear?"
"Leave, and submit to the Sealord, and all will be forgiven," The ssenger said, ignoring my threat, just how stupid can soone be?
Submission, he wanted ! To submit, how fucking dare he, "If you dont submit, he will kill you and everyone you love,"
"Weaponizing my family, I see, and who's going to swing the sword?" I inquired angry, "Your Sealord?" That was laughable, "You?" Not in a million years, as I talk I continue to move towards the man, and his guards sword out.
"This. You can't kill the ssenger!" The ssenger said ordering his n to attack, but those were soon intercepted by my own guard, who were dealing with them quite easily.
"I told you," I whispered close to his ear, "Next ti, learn to listen," with that I pushed my blade through his heart, as I stared deep into his eyes, seeing his life slowly drain out of him, panic, fear, anger, were just a few of the emotions I was able to read on his face before he the sweet release of death ca for him.
"Kill everyone but one," I ordered my n, after all, I wanted soone to deliver the ssage that peace was never an option, they threw that to the trash when they helped my enemies.
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[Oberyn Martell POV]
The beautiful, but really scary Queen, had ordered and my army to go and help Ronard, apparently, he is fighting with Braavos.
I didn't bring many n, but she said that I had to prove my loyalty by being there for my King, the things I do for revenge, the things I do for love.
I finally had the chance to avenge Elia, my own sweet little sun that was taken from us, by those wretched lions, and if the price to get the revenge Dorne has been waiting was to kneel for a new King, we would do it.
I didn't care who sat on the throne, all I knew is that I didn't want it, too much work, my only desire was to kill Tywin and his n.
"Let's go n, we are going dancing to Braavos," I ordered, not really sure if any of my n understood my clever word play, about Braavos water dancing.
[Daario Naharis POV]
The young bear had changed his schedule completely, and here we were with a contract of defending a city he might not even attack anyti soon
But I suppose getting paid for doing nothing was also acceptable, but one thing was absolutely true, I still had no idea how we would win, when all we had was five hundred soldiers.
I'm not really sure what the masters of Yunkai expect Because unless we each kill two hundred of his army without dying, this was a suicide.
[Tywin Lannister POV]
Dorne had pledged their loyalty to the young bear in Essos, that alongside the north gave the bear around eighty thousand soldiers.
That alone was very troubling, but to trust was just the beginning, the boy had also managed in Essos to acquire an army of one hundred thousand soldiers, which would bring his army to one hundred and eighty thousand soldiers.
And while the young bear continued to grow and grow, our resources, our n, and everything we needed for this war was benign depleted, slowly but surely, every day we were weaker, and because of that we would pay.
If only we could get the Tyrells to join us, we would have a better chance at winning this.
"Renly needs to die," with Renly dead, we would be able to marry Margaery to Joffrey, and in the process we would even the numbers out, because so far, the boy was ahead of us, then again he doesn't have to deal with the idiocy of my children, and the mad rat for a grandchild I had, Joffrey.
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