Chapter 134: 133
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298 AC
Summer Isles - Ebonhead
Eragon Targaryen
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"Close to a million all said and done, that is with the silver and all the other stuff like bars and trinkets added in. That can be used for quite a lot but it's also not that much when you think about the gold House Lannister or Tyrell have. According to Prince Doran, the throne alone owes three million to the Lannisters." I cringe hearing Danny ruthlessly pull me from my high of feeling like a rich man.
The Lannisters likely have ten times this in their own vaults if not more, gold mines make for full coffers.
"When House Targaryen takes the throne once more we need to ensure the Lannister gold mines end up in Targaryen's hands. Casterly rock will be up for grabs since they will be losing it along with most if not all of their lives. Might be a good idea to start a branch family of Targaryen that will rule the Westerlands and mine the gold for the crown." Everyone nods in agreement at that and I think Shiera and my kids would be best for it myself as she has some lion blood in her.
"With this done let's get out of here, it is likely almost night time and the shipbuilder will be eating with us for dinner. With his help we can work toward that fleet you talked about and we can make tons of gold trading with the Jade sea in the future." It is known that Corlys Velaryon made his house stupidly rich even passing the Lannisters when he made trips to Asshai and Yi Ti.
In Asshai they have no food and trade the stuff they do have for a meal, gems, and gold-filling wagons in trade for enough food for a few months. It is honestly pathetic the way those people live but it is not my place to judge people across the world doing what they can to live.
"Sounds like a plan." I look over at Arrax who is giving a longing look at the stacked and organized chests and I shake my head at my son. ""Time to go, you need to eat as well."" He trills and slowly turns around to shuffle his way out of the vault.
"Poor little dragon loves his gold." I nod and imagine he will end up mating with Tessarion the beautiful golden dragoness.
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"Thank you for joining us Zenah." The man nods and takes the seat across from me and looks around the table with an impassive look.
We ate with him and it was a silent dinner as we didn't want the same thing that happened at breakfast to happen once more. We all had an appetite after working all day and so we were ready to get some food in our stomachs.
"The meal was good, I appreciate the invitation and was hoping we could talk about your plans with the fleet you acquired from Xenioa." We have been lucky so far and have not had any hostile people at our 'negotiating table' and this seems to be the same once more.
His livelihood is here and I am sure he will want an increase in pay as Nata said earlier but it won't be a problem so long as he is reasonable. It will also give him some incentive to work harder to get more when I bring up needing more ships. I plan on having him construct ships nonstop even when the Summer Isles are united, will need them for more than trading when the time comes.
Swan ships and Golden heart bows will make a mess in the coming wars in Westeros if we have enough time to get that far. Prince Doran is playing it slow even with Viserys whining in his ear and will only move when the opportunity is presented or is forced to. Plenty of time for me to get things ready here to join in, at least that is what I am hoping.
"I don't know you but I have heard about you and they say you are a master at your craft. I want to employ you to produce more swan ships and have a hand in managing the fleet if not directly managing it." A pseudo 'master of ships' position is what we agreed to offer him and the approving nod he is giving shows he likes the idea so far.
"How hands-on will I be in managing the fleet?" We don't want him having too much power over the fleet as he could run off with it and become a pirate king in the Basilisk isles or something.
So we had to find a balance between too much and not enough to interest the man. Given that he doesn't accept in the worst case we hire someone else and start throwing around some of the gold we have. One way or the other we will be getting an impressive fleet that will be worthy of sailing with Targaryen sails.
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298 AC
Summer Isles - Ebonhead
Daenerys Targaryen
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Sitting on a cushioned bench I look t the dresses laid across the bed and try to imagine how they look on me. The best is what I have to look tomorrow, it is the day I have been waiting for a long time to finally show itself.
It will not be the only wedding we have, I want to have another that mom can attend and so she can be proud to watch. But it is still just as special as I have a surprise for Eragon after we are bound in marriage, a little growing surprise.
I have been lucky the sickness has not been caught on by Eragon even if everyone else has noticed. It is almost like the baby itself knows he is close by and shows mercy, but the moment he is away I puke my guts out. I had to throw my shoe at Rhaenyra when she almost ran out to go tell Eragon in excitement.
I have also been approaching him later into the night when he has been tired out, I don't want him to think something is wrong if I avoid sex with him. Melisandre said that it is usually best to avoid sex once the sickness starts until the bump is visible then it is fine to get back at it for 'fun'. According to her, it feels better when you are carrying and I look forward to seeing for myself if that is true.
"I think this one looks the best, it shows off a lot of that front and you won't be able to do that shortly once you start swelling." Rhaenyra holds up a white dress from Essos that I was almost going to put aside.
"You think so?" I ask and look over at Rhaenys who shrugs while leaning her hand on a closed fist. "What do you think?" I ask directly and she rolls her eyes before sitting up.
"I think they will all make you look like an enchanting Targaryen princess on the way to marry the love of her life." I snort and work the shoulders of my current clothes off and let it drop to the floor.
Stepping out of the discarded clothes I fling it away with my foot and grab the white dress.
"You still look as skinny as ever, maybe your breast look a bit bigger?" Rhaenyra pokes my breast and it sends a jolt of pain through my tit.
I jump back and glare at her as I work the new dress on and she smiles apologetically. With my head through the hole and my arms sliding out the sleeves I shimmy my hips to let the rest fall down my body. Turning to the mirror I appraise the dress and find myself agreeing with Rhaenyra that this will work.
"I will forgive you since you picked out this dress but be gentler with my breasts." She stands behind me and looks over my shoulder as I still look at myself to make sure I like this one.
"Yea yea, just get me back when it's my turn and we will be even." I smile and wiggle my brows and she hugs me from behind with her own smile. "Big day and big reveal all at once, Eragon may just faint." I sure hope not, that would be a bad memory to look back on.
"Will be your big day soon as well, hopefully, you have your own reveal coming soon after. I want all of us to have our firstborn close together, will make raising them easier and help forge strong bonds between them." The family will be the most important thing I teach all of the babies.
"Well with or without your wants or desires I am going to keep going at it each chance I get." I turn back to see Rhaenys lounging on the bed as she speaks up.
She might be sour her wedding is the last, she lost the 'competition' and will be the last to tie the knot. I shake my head and make my way over to the bed and climb onto it behind her and wrap my arms around her.
"If you are truly upset I can help convince everyone to let you go first. I am certain with or without the wedding me and Eragon will always be together." She turns around and her hands slip behind me in a soft hug.
"I am just upset I lost, I thought I would win for sure..." She trails off with a frown returning and her eyebrows scrunching. "It's fine, I will get over it when I get the stress worked out." I snort and her smile returns mischievously.
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298 AC
Volantis
Cirilla Blackfyre
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"If you are going to sneak out at least take me with you so I don't have to worry. Daemon is stirring up the water with his fits about the 'Targaryens' having a place in the triarch." I almost laughed when I heard about the Targaryens in Volantis, a whore princess that spread the name to her whorish children.
Though our line being started by Aegon the unworthy doesn't give me much room to talk.
"I will take you next time, I just couldn't sit still any longer." Helaena throws off her cloak and I smell smoke once more.
The red priests are digging their claws into my sweet sister, I squeeze the handle of Blackfyre at the thought of it.
"They are dangerous." I growl out and she shrugs.
"Everyone and everything is dangerous, I am learning and I feel free the more I learn." I ease my grip and drop into a chair as she pours us both a cup.
"What are you learning?" She sets the cup Infront of me and then takes a seat across from me.
"That the night is dark and full of terrors." She wiggles her brows and I roll my eyes as I take a sip of the wine. "But in serious I am learning about my dreams and putting together the pieces, it is promising." I nod and lean back as I eye her over and see she seems a bit different.
The shy girl is slowly disappearing but is also still there, I don't know if I should be proud or scared. I am currently feeling both ways and I am getting a headache from it.
"Just please take me with you next time." She nods and hums as she drinks from her cup.
"I will." She sighs as she looks out the window toward the black walls.
First Daemon started a political war and now Helaena playing with fire, I thought I was supposed to be the troublemaker.
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