Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Author Note: This novel is around seventy percent done, so things will start to fall into place and stuff sooner than later!

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For that novel the chapters are around 3000-4000 words per chapter.

The first chapter is 3400 words so yeah big bois

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Before leaving for my next conquest on the list, I was informed by my ravens of a few things, one Ser Barristan Selmy was coming this way to pledge himself to me.

Two Illryo was baking quite the diabolical plan, with an idea that might just work if he plays his cards right, he had commissioned a literal ton of wildfire to destroy me and my army, with the help of Braavos.

Three, Melisandre knew I was the champion of her god and for some reason probably related to her that she now could talk with my animals, and promised me she would kill Renly.

And four, Ned Stark and the entire north had pledged themselves to me.

These bits of new information changed everything for me because if I didn't act fast my army would be erased from existence by the volatile power that dragon vegan fire the alchemist guild was making.

I knew Illryo was planning something, that much was obvious, but one thing was wanting to kill me , and another was to basically create the equivalent of a nuke on this time just for me.

And not only was he planning on using one if not the most dangerous substances in the world but he also went as far as to using his city as a bait for me, meaning he would burn millions just to see me wrong.

I gotta hand it to him, I misjudged his character, he isn't a spineless little pig, he's a spineless little monster.

I never thought he would go that far to get rid of me, assasination attempts? Sure, political plots? Obviously!.... but mass murder of his own people to accomplish his goal? Never... he was darker I thought, by a big margin.

The worst part about this was that it could actually work! Not with me, I was now apparently immune to fire, though I am not entirely sure if that applies to vegan fire, and I'm not looking forward to test that out, but regardless of my immunity to the fire, his plan could work, not as intended but it could still hurt me on the political run, one ton of wild fire was more than enough to vaporize my army, and even if he doesn't kill me, leaving me without an army would fuck my entire plan and possibly the world.

So I couldn't just sit and let him wait for the key of my destruction to be delivered at his door, I had to attack fast and now, perhaps this was the result of my approach being too passive, and while that approach was the right call at the beginning, it wasn't now.

Now I needed to bare my fangs and claws out and show them what happens when you mess with the bears!

"Change of plans! We are going to Pentos, all of us," I would march with my one hundred thousand me to Pentos, taking the city and at the same time I would attack Braavos, killing apparently the two biggest pseudo-threats I had right now before they grew to be real threats with real means to destroy my work.

Without those two in my side, I would be able to take Essos with little to no opposition.

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[Ned Stark POV]

Maege had accepted our betrothal a few months ago, which meant our alliance was sealed by blood and honor.

All I had to do now was wait, wait for him to come so that we could march south and take the throne, rumors said he had one hundred thousand soldiers, that alongside the forty thousand the north could provide should be more than enough to win.

"Father," Robb said, entering my solar.

"Yes?" I inquired.

"We have a letter from Renly, he said should we join him he will forgive our sins," Robb said reading the letter.

Renly had been quite the pain since he heard we didn't pledge to his brother, sending ravens with passive threats with the underline always being the same, join me or die.

"Send him the usual response," I sighed.

"Yes, father." Robb nodded leaving my solar.

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[Doran Martell POV]

Ned Stark had joined Ronard's side, with his support and ours the young bear would surely win the throne, and we would have the revenge we have desired for so many years.

Together we would crush the Lannister's for what they did and get the justice we deserved.

"I heard the north joined the young bear, at first I didn't believe it, but the wolf moved his army back to the north, as he waits for him to come," Oberyn días as he entered my room, "Are we still to hide, brother? Or are we ready to show that snakes of Dorne pay their debts?!"

Oberyn for once was right to be impatient, we finally had a tangible path to justice, "We will follow the wolf's path,"

Oberyn stood silence for a second, clearly not expecting my answer, after a few seconds he composed and smiled, "Gladly,"

"I will call our banners, and let the north know we are their allies in this mission," I informed Oberyn, who looked at me confused.

"What about me?" Oberyn inquired.

"You will go to Essos with an army, to help the young bear come back home, so that we can destroy the Lannister's," I smiled.

Oberyn smiled at that, "It will be my honor,"

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[Melisandre POV]

The time had come for me to birth the tool to help my prince, the tool to eliminate his enemies.

Pain, incandescent pain invaded every corner of my body, taking hold of my being, but this was nothing, for I would suffer one million times more just to ensure my prince wins, just to ensure he fulfills the prophecy.

"Ahhh!" I cried in pain, as the shadow left my body, blood dripping everywhere, and the only ones present to witness this was Davos, how fortunate of him to witness how I vanquished the enemies of my prince.

"Kill Renly," I gave the shadow the order, the reason for its short existence, a task he would most undoubtedly carry out with no problems.

The shadows crawled close to me, as if giving his mother one last look before dying , before phasing off the cave I gave birth in, going straight to Renly.

"My prince, that's one, I hope you see my love for you has no bounds," I smiled, knowing every minute of pain I was and had suffered so far was nothing compared to the lengths I would go to just for him.

"This… this can't be right," Davos muttered, "this can't be light…"

"Poor ignorant soul, all shadows are born from light," I smiled.

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[Ronard Mormont POV] [2 WEEKS LATER]

As I rode with my army to Pentos, I found along the way the old knight who wanted to join me, after a brief discussion with him, I decided to let him join my ranks, for in reality he was a really good knight that wasn't entirely bad, he was just your typical soldier that followed bad kings.

He wanted to be the captain of my Kingsguard, and considering I technically didn't have I agreed, but in reality I was thinking of creating something in the fuerte more along the lines of a round table for my knights and council, where every man would have a voice, and help me rule.

But first I had to deal with Pentos, and then Braavos, I had to strike fast and strong, as to not give them any opportunity to fight back, if Braavos fell, the rest of Essos would be a piece of cake.

With this siege I didn't have much of a plan, Pentos didn't have an army, nor any mighty walls to take down, they were weak, reason why they had been buying the Khals out of their city, Braavos was the real challenge here, with more money that anyone can possibly imagine and a fierce army they would give my army a challenge.

"Let's set camp people, tomorrow we won't stop until Pentos is on their knees and their magister is dead!" I shouted, rallying my men a bit.

"For the Khal of the West!"

"For the Breaker of Chains!"

"For the King of the Seven Kingdoms!"

"For the Father of Dragons and Emperor of the new world!"

"For the young bear!"

I smiled, as I heard them chant each and every single one of my titles, that somehow seemed to grow in numbers everyday.