Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

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I took a couple of days where I completely ignored the King of nothing, letting him know he wasn't my first priority and that I would come to him when I decided to, and only then.

I had also instructed my man should he threaten Daenerys or hit her in any way to kill him, with that bullshit about waking up the dragon, she was my wife now, and I would be damn if I let her brother or anyone for that matter hurt her.

I had more important things to do anyways that to indulge the idiot, and I didn't have time to lose with his idiotic plans and ideas.

I had to first take control over Essos, and their forces, and only then it would be plausible to conquest Westeros.

So here I was sitting while looking at a map, wondering where to start my mission.

"What are you doing?" Daenerys asked as she approached me, looking at the map.

"Trying to see where is the best place to start," I answered.

"Where to start getting the throne back?" Daenerys asked as she sat on my lap, surprising me.

I didn't expect her to sit on my lap; it wasn't unwelcome, but it was unexpected, then again, she warmed up to Khal Drogo quite fast.

"Not exactly, we need more men to do that, so I'm seeing where to get them," I explained to her, without telling her about my plans of conquering Essos.

Conquering Essos would be considerably harder than anything I have done so far, but if I did it, conquering Westeros would be technically speaking easy, then again in war and love anything is possible.

I might be the strongest man in the world, but that alone doesn't win wars.

"So you want to get more men, maybe some unsullied? Or you plan to recruit some Dothraki?" Daenerys added understanding to some degree of the underlining of my plan.

"Aye, that's the plan, for getting that old throne back, it won't be easy, but I will certainly do it," I nodded.

"I see, I don't think Viserys will like it," Daenerys added unsure, "He wants the throne now,"

I started to chuckle, until eventually, I was full-on laughing, "If he wants the throne immediately he is more than welcome to go alone to kings landing and slay his way to the throne,"

"He is your king," Daenerys tried to defend his brother but was amused at my comment.

"If I am to kneel it will be in bed, going down on my wife," I chuckled making a dirty joke to change the subject, "Before the moment I married you I decided not to kneel anymore, I decided to stop bending for others, I am the King of the Iron and Bear Islands, and that makes you a Queen, don't forget it, because I won't,"

With that, I left Daenerys alone to process what I told her,

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After leaving Daenerys, I went to talk with Illyrio. He was the one that knew how to contact the Dothraki; it would certainly be helpful if he guided me to one of them or someone that knew their language to learn it.

"Son," Someone behind me said, putting a hand on my shoulder, making me stop.

"Remove your hand out my shoulder, before I remove the hand out your body," I said with a cold tone.

"I want—-" I cut my father off by bending his arm in a swift motion throwing him into the wall, breaking the arm he used to touch me.

"Don't ever touch me again, I rather die, the feeling is repulsive," I gave him a glare; that was so devoid of any good emotion all he could stare in disbelief "And by the way, if you get close to my wife, I will show you there are destinies worse than death, and that's a promise I can deliver,"

I couldn't stomach that man, but I also wasn't going to be the one to kill my own father, whether the man deserved for what he had done or not.

As I walked towards Illyrios solar, I heard him and the prince having a conversation, the funny thing about a super body, is that every sense is enhanced.

"He is not doing what he promised!" Viserys practically shouted, "We should be marching to king's landing; I should have my crown by now!"

"He is trustworthy; at least my sources say so, perhaps he is planning for your victory, my king," Illryo offered.

"I don't care, he is taking too long, we'll start over with the original plan, I'll marry Daenerys to those savages and get ten thousand soldiers, we will kill that insolent fool and give his father his lands, who would then work for me, is frankly the best plan, I will get more men, and undying loyalty, I'm a genius, as expected of the future king of the seven kingdoms,"

By this point, I had managed to sneak into the room, and had managed to serve a cup of wine, "Well that's a mighty good plan, but who's going to kill me?"

My question made both turn their necks so fast that they almost broke them.

"You?" I pointed at Viserys, "Hardly, I don't even take my own sloppy seconds with you,"

"How dare you!" Viserys hissed.

"The unsullied protecting the castle?" I hummed, "They at least know how to fight, but hardly a challenge."

"I am your king!" Viserys shouted.

"Or maybe you plan to have Illyrio fight me?" I said turning my gaze to the trembling fat man, "Don't think so, look at him he is losing weight by just looking at me,"

"I would never attack a guess…" Illryo offered, still trembling.

"Or maybe you would send my father…" I chuckled, "Please tell me is my father,"

"You will not!" Viserys started to shout, but I dashed towards him and slapped him, putting his entitled ass on the floor.

"I am King, I bow to no one," I said holding my sword to my side, "Consider this the end of our alliance, not that it ever started, out of courtesy for giving me such a wonderful wife," And with that claim to the throne, "I will talk with my wife about your… fate, plotting to sell my wife like a whore and get me killed… frankly… it's so sad and yet poetic you will die in the same manner you originally did, for the same reason, you can't wait," At least this time he was right, I was never going to give him the crown.

I grabbed Viserys by his shirt not before knocking him down, as I dragged him across the floor, not before giving the old fat man a warning, "I hope you don't try anything stupid, or you will find how terrifying I can be Illryo, so don't fuck with me buddy or I'll kick your ass so hard you'll have to unbutton your collar to shit,"

With that done I proceeded to get out with an unconscious on my back Viserys being dragged across the floor like a sack of shit, as I walked down the hallway to my room, while I wanted to kill Viserys I didn't want an angry wife for the rest of my life, so I would discuss with her, his punishment, but either way, he wasn't in the game any longer.

Daenerys would either condemn him to his death like she did on the original timeline or ask for a lesser punishment like imprisonment; either way, he would not see the light of day again.

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[Illyrio POV]

The eyes of that kid, he can't be human, I saw nothing but death and despair if I ever wronged him, I was a mercenary, I know of fear, I know of monsters, and yet this kid makes all my past terrors look childish.

"Varys what in the name of the gods you were thinking, we can't tame this monster," I muttered, as I remembered what Varys said before he left.

'Perhaps only the dragon can tame this mighty bear,' Varys chuckled.

He never meant Viserys, no… he meant Daenerys; he plans to have that shy girl keep that monster in check, what an utterly ridiculous plan, have you lost your touch Varys?!