Chapter 4: Chapter - We are going North! (18+)
For the first time in the history of Westeros, the people of King's Landing were actually happy. While a few of the Targaryen Kings they served under were great kings, they did for the betterment of the city. They only worried about their own house and how to put down rebellions if any of them actually started.
It was their beloved prince who had actually thought about their welfare and had made changes to the system. He had improved their lifestyle and made the city a better place to live in. They would gladly give their life away for the prince.
And it wasn't only them. Many people thought so. From Dorne, for whom he was a messiah due to him giving them Ser Gregor as a gift when the man was caught in the act of raping a poor woman's corpse while his squad laughed and jerked off to the sight. The prince was so furious he castrated them himself.
Tywin Lannister tried to use his power to avoid having Clegane punished but his won lady wife was against him and that bastard had tom shut his mouth. Dorne received Clegane in a coffin, alive and without his manhood. The bastard's screams seemed to have reached the Lands of Always Winter, is what the people who heard his cries say.
Elia and Rhaenys had awarded him with a pretty nice show that night, causing them to become the feast of the 'Lion with antlers' that night. Their howls would have reached every corner of the Red Keep if not for the silencing charms he had in place.
Tywin had done the smart thing in life for once by keeping Elia and Rhaenys alive. Elia was a hostage to keep Dorne from having any ideas after the rebellion. Rhaenys was left alive so she could wed one of Robert's future son to solidify the claim of the Baratheon family.
Jon Arryn tried for an engagement between the two, but everyone refused and it was instead decided, she would become Lady Targaryen and the descendants of her and Orys shall rule Dragonstone.
Renly had been kicked off from the position of Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. This was due to the fact he only went there for a month of two at a time and hosted tourneys. He did not rule properly. Orys kicked him out of their and decided that he would build Summerhall to its former glory and Renly would start a new branch of House Baratheon there. Renly tried to throw a fit again but everyone was in agreement with it as they had seen how he does things.
Stannis was eternally thankful for this as it was always his dream to rule Storm's End. And it hurt him when he did not get his right when Robert decided to punish him for the escape of Rhaella Targaryen and her children.
This squashed the fact that Stannis would rebel in the future and cemented his loyalty. This was further upgraded when he got a cure for his cousin Shireen. A paste of sandalwood oil and various herbs was enough to create a cure for Greyscale. This further improved his image and people all over the world were now vying to get him to trade with them.
He effectively controlled trade with Essos due to the size of his fleet and the quality of his products. He also subdued the Stepstones when the pirates there tried to raid his ships. House Drumm was present as well.
They are no more. He obtained Red Rain and Orphan-maker from their loot and had them reforged into two Valyrian Steel Bastard Swords for his use. He could duel wield just as good as Arthur Dayne and people loved watching him beat knights at duels.
Orys was close to Ser Barristan as he reminded the Old Knight of his beloved Prince Rhaegar. But even he had to admit, Orys would be a much better king than Rhaegar could ever be. Jaime tried to build relations with him but he couldn't as Orys reminded him too much of a Baratheon and his deceased idol, Arthur Dayne.
Orys didn't care as he was going to have Jaime killed in the future anyway. The man might have saved a lot of innocent lives through his dishonorable actions, but he had committed a few too many crimes for that one deed to wash them down.
Currently, Orys was sitting in his study, sipping on some whiskey as he thought about the events of the day. Jon Arryn had passed away today and he was thinking about who the new Hand of the King would be. He had organized a small council meeting which had been crashed by a drunk, barely dressed Robert who decided to barge in there and declare that they were going to the North. Everyone could see Orys was not happy by this as he had already had to double his efforts into maintaining the kingdom from falling into debt due to the extravagant amounts of money spent on tourneys and stuff.
Once Robert walked out, Orys simply informed Marwin to think about a good choice for a hand since Eddard Stark would not last here. Marwin agreed and began finding candidates for the position. They needed new members as well since he had plans to expand the small council and give the positions to capable people.
"Something on your mind, my prince?" a soft, feminine voice called out. Orys was broken out of his thoughts and he looked up to see a sexy redhead walk towards him. She had luscious, waist-length hair, an hourglass figure, breasts that were being barely held back by her red robe and an ass that jiggled with every step she took. This was Melisandre of Asshai, a red priestess and sorceress.
She came in search for Azor Ahai over here and met Orys when he was visiting Dragonstone. The moment she felt his magic, she kneeled on the floor and a wet spot could be seen on her legs. Such was the intensity of magic that Orys projected.
She became his advisor after that and when the faith started protesting about her existence, he simply told them to fuck off as people were allowed ton believe in whatever god they wanted to. If they had a problem with that, they could directly take it up with him. The message was clear, 'Shut up or face the consequences.'
"Nothing much, just that the Game is finally set to begin. The thing I have been preparing for all this time with finally start," Orys replied as he stood and went to stand in front of her. Melisandre, getting the message, quickly kneeled down and came face to face with his crotch.
She began undressing him as she said, "You look tired, my prince. Allow me to ease your worries." She spoke sensually and licked her lips before she began devouring his tool like a rabbit does to a carrot. Though hers only brought pleasure.
Orys simply ran his hand through her red mane before he began sliding her head up and down his length, while also choking her a few times by holding her down his cock every few seconds. Melisandre was in ecstasy as she knew very well, her prince's lovely, delicious milk also contained a healthy amount of magic, and it has helped her look younger. She no longer required her brooch.
That was how the rest of the night went, with Melisandre being left unconscious and spasming on Orys' desk; thick, white juice leaking out of her pussy, anus and covering her entire body. Not an inch of her was cum-free.
Orys simply went to sleep after the whole even was over as he and his family had to go North due to Bobby B's stupid decision. And he knew damn well what was going to happen there.
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