Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

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The siege started, with my men executing my plans to the letter, as I shouted, plunging my sword into the ground, "Do you know what's waiting beyond these walls!?" My men in response started to stomp the ground with their feet, "Our prey, our enemies!!"

My army at this rose their blades crying out with one voice, cheering for victory, cheering for the battle that was to come.

With a smile forming on my face, I put on my helmet, as I rushed to the walls, being the first to climb the ladders, my Khalasar following close by.

Hundreds of arrows were about to whistle through the air but my Ravens entered the scene, bothering the heck out of the archers, killing some in the process by pushing them off the edge. With this opportunity opening up, I make a hand signal. Half of my men split off part of them trying to climb and the other battering the castle wall, howling like wolves with a thirst for blood.

It took me a few seconds to climb the ladders, but once I was on the edge of the wall, I sprinted towards the archers that were still alive, half of my men behind him. The archers in defense tried to let off a volley of arrows at us, hitting some of my men.

Dodging the incoming arrows, I leaped over the fortifications they had to protected the archers, sword flashing before my feet ever touch the ground. Landing behind them as the archers crumple to the ground as my sword cuts through them. It takes a moment for my men to catch up with and help me lay death into the archers. Within seconds we start to massacre them, erasing their primary defenses, rendering the walls completely useless against my horde of Dothraki climbing. With a smile, I turned around looking at the castle were the Magister was hiding and with a nod, I confirm my next target. My men catch up to this almost unperceivable gesture and rally to the castle.

As I dash for the castle, I hear the door being opened, and the rest of my army rushing in. They had no way of winning now, not that they ever did, it doesn't take me long before I reach the castle, the main event of this invasion.

The archers at the castle unleash a fusillade of arrows, killing a few of my men as we advance. Every few yards another soldier would fall. Several of them are wounded, but if they were not dead they would keep moving forward, as they saw me, their King charging into battle without fear.

As for me, arrows won't stop me, I've been either cutting through them or using my shield to block them, by this point my shield is now quilled with them, as I advanced I see two archers showing their faces, with a smile forming on my face, I grabbed a spear that was dropped on the ground that belonged to one of my fallen comrades and with great force hurled at the archers. Catching them just above the chest, tearing through their throats like a needle and plunging them against the wall like a decoration.

The archers seeing that their efforts were completely in vain and ineffective to slow us, throw down their bows, and take up their spears and swords racked behind them.

But unfortunately for them, I'm already upon them, cutting them down with ruthless precision. Every time my Valyrian sword flashes through the air another man falls, and I just kept sweeping through them like flies, my face painted with their tainted blood. After a second my men catch up and are fighting beside me now, and these sellswords are no match for the Dothraki in hand to hand combat.

On the other side of the castle, my army is slaughtering the sellswords, as for me, I not even breathing hard after the slaughter, this was a piece of cake, I didn't even wake up Neltharion with all this, who was still sleeping on my jacket, with a smile I remove my helmet as I see my army eradicate the rest of the pitiful army they had to defend. With my Dothraki searching the grounds and rooms, dispatching any dying soldiers or men inside the castle.

As I take a seat against the wall, one of my bloodriders hurries over to my side.

"The castle is our, my Khal," The Dothraki cheer at this happy for my victory, their victory.

"Any updates about the Magister?" I inquired, I had told them specifically that I wanted to be the one to kill him.

"There is one area left, that has over five hundred men," My bloodriders nodded, considering he wasn't able to escape the island, by any means, the bastard was there.

"Good, take me there," I smiled.

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As I walked to the last part of this castle to conquer, I gaze up at the sky slowly turning my eyes to the captain of this sellsword company.

They are one hundred and fifty meters away give it or so, still alive because my men knew better than to kill them without me here.

With a smile, I point at the captain, "Is your boss inside?" as I shouted an inquired.

"Yes, but we are not going to defend him, this is out of our pay," The captain said, trying to weasel out of this one, "We could work for you…."

"So you will betray your current Patron, for me?" I chuckled as I grabbed a spear from one of my men, with my chuckle turning into a dark smile I heft the spear up, as I calculated the distance and how much force I would need, and throw it at him. The captain barely has time to react to what was happening, but by the moment he realizes what is about to happen, is too late as the spearhead had already found its mark his chest, piercing him and five men to the ground. The captain clutches at the wooden shaft, not comprehending his fate, fear being the last emotion he experienced. The sellsword stare at his fallen captain and looked at me.

"Why would I want someone that will betray me for the better bidder," I said coldly, as I gave the signal to my men to slaughter them, "Men like you, don't deserve the honor to serve me, all you deserve is my blade,"

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The Magister was not happy to see, but oh… how happy I was for this opportunity, I was as happy as any man about to kill someone threatening his family could.

"Hello there," I smiled taking a seat, seeing the men tremble before me.

"I surrender…." The Magister said, lowering his head.

"Oh, that's not how it works my friend," I chuckled patting him on the back, "You lost any human rights the moment your mind sailed and decided to make my wife a whore, albeit impossible, as you saw today, the mere thought….. Well… I have no words, you must now."

The Magister was shaking uncontrollably by this point, peeing himself on fear as I soothed him, "No… don't cry now, you will need those tears later, but for now, I want to know, who told you I was coming?" I had received the Raven, but it wasn't signed, I had a hunch it was Illyrio, but I could be wrong.

"A Magister," The Magister answered, not daring to look at me in the eyes.

"You have any idea, how little those that narrow it down?" I sighed.

"Ordello, a friend of Illyrio," The Magister said between rasped breaths.

"Good boy," I patted him, with a soft smile, making him look at me for a second, receiving immediately a punch that knocked down many of his teeth, "Did I give you permission to look at me, worm?"

"No…" The Magister said, bleeding badly through his mouth.

"Exactly, now… as for your…. Sins," I hummed, remembering Neltharion wanted to chip in, which gave me an idea, "You will die, but… your gruesome death needs preparation,"

My idea was to replicate the Sicilian bull just for him, which was an ancient torture device used in Greece. ­This Bull was a hollow brass statue crafted to resemble a real bull. The Victims we­re placed inside, with no escape. The door was shut tight, sealing them in. Fire them would then be lit around the bull. As the victim succumbed to the searing heat inside, he would thrash about and scream in agony. The movements and sounds would be muted by the bull's mass, and thanks to the design of the bull, the sounds inside would transform and sound outside like those of a real bull.

I would commission the Bull, and Neltharion would set the Bull on fire with his cute fire, and that way my little dragon son would feel helpful.

"Make sure he doesn't kill himself," I ordered my Dothraki, as they dragged him to a cell.

With Lys under control, I couldn't help but wonder what was Daenerys doing right now.