Game of Thrones: The Prideful One.

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"This place really makes me forget all the shit I have to deal with back home," I chuckled, seeing the view through my balcony.

The room I was given was quite luxurious, nothing to what I was accustomed to, making me feel like in a five star hotel, from the balcony I could see my ship from afar, everything was quite comfortable.

But all good things have to come to an end, sometime later after my arrival at Pentos, one of my raven arrived with dire but no unexpected news, Jon Arryn had died like he did in the original series and the King wanted to break my betrothal and get Ned to be his hand.

Tywin managed to do what he wanted for the last time.

Ned of course could still say no, but my chances were low.

*Caw caw! What do we do?! Caw caw caw raven rangers!* The raven started to sing the new theme song for his squad.

"Nothing, any news about Euron?" I inquired, chuckling at my feathered friend.

*Nothing so far Caw but we know the spider is coming to Essos!* The raven shook his head in shame.

"It's okay, I have these for now," I smiled showing him the dragon eggs, who cost me a big, and I mean big chunk of money.

*Caw… do you want me to sit on them and brood them?* The raven said approaching the massive eggs and sitting on them trying to give them enough warmth to hatch them.

"No, but you can try," I chuckled.

*Brothers we have to brood these eggs!* The raven shouted, and immediately after twelve raven entered and sat on the eggs.

*We will be good parents caw!*

*I Caw! will teach them the pleasure of corn*

*I will teach them the pleasure of killing! Caw!*

*They will be super ravens my maternal instincts feel it CaW!*

I laughed for a good time as I saw the ravens shifting positions to make sure every inch of the eggs was covered in feathers and warmth.

After a few minutes all I could see was a ball of feathers that was composed of ravens.

Pushing the laugh out, I started to focus, after all it was time to play the game, they managed to push me to the point I actually joined this disgusting game.

If King Robert did in the end break my betrothal I would answer accordingly, in War.

If I didn't do anything after what he was about to do, I would be seen by my men as a coward, and I would lose their respect.

And I couldn't let that happen.

War was looming above my head, and was one of the main reasons I traveled all the way to Essos.

While I was safe in my lands, because none of the seven kingdoms had a chance to invade me, I didn't have the firepower to win the war.

But here in Essos there were many possibilities, many things I could acquire for the upcoming war.

The Unsullied, The Dothrakis, The Second Sons, if push comes to shove I would have many options to increase my military power, and take control over Essos and the seven kingdoms.

"How is your day lord Mormont?" Illyrio inquired as he entered the room he gave me.

"Fine so far, worried about stuff in my home, nothing to concern you about," It has been almost two weeks since I got to Essos, and I had yet to see the Targaryens.

"I see…" Illyrio trailed off seeing my ravens, all staring at him.

"My pets, don't pay much attention to them," I laughed, "aren't they adorable?"

"I suppose," Illyrio said, still eyeing my ravens.

"So any particular reason you wanted to see me Magister?" I inquired, eyeing the man carefully.

"I wanted to let you know, my contact for the silkworms will be arriving in three weeks," Illyrio smiled.

He thinks that I'm not aware of this, but I'll let him play his game until the spider arrives, "Thanks for letting me know,"

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[Daenerys Targaryen POV]

It's been two weeks since Lord Mormont arrived, Magister Illyrio is making sure we don't meet him, because as of now he is unsure where his alliances align.

All we know about him is that he was about the same age as me, and that he started as a small lord that ended up taking control of the Iron Islands, becoming the Warden of them.

We were in different areas of the castle to avoid seeing each other.

My brother didn't understand why we were hiding from him, he said that any lord should kneel before him, for he was the dragon.

"You think he will help us?" I asked Viserys.

"Magister Illyrio is making sure he is trustworthy," Viserys answered, not even looking at me, "But it doesn't matter soon he will kneel to the dragon,"

Nobody should wake the dragon, it's something Viserys has burned into my soul.

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[Ned Stark POV]

A lot of things were happening in my lands at the same time, bad omens for the north.

Lord Mormont had gone to Essos, Dire wolves that were thought to be extinct, appearing soon after, Jon Arryn, a man that seemed he would outlive us died, King Robert, was coming.

Things would end bad, I could feel it.

"Jon Arryn is dead, and The King is coming," I sighed.

"You know what he wants Ned, you can always say no," Cat begged.

"I can't," I couldn't let my old friend be alone in the south, he needed someone to rely on.

"Yes you can, you can say no!" Cat shouted, "You fought a war for him, you know as well as I do Starks don't do well in the South,"

"Aye," I sighed.

"But if not that you can't, is that you won't," Cat said, angry.

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[Back to Ronard Mormont POV]

I decided that while I waited for the spider, I would get to know the city and see how my men were doing, leaving my ravens brooding the eggs affectionately, which was weird, they were all mom mode now.

The city was full of life to say the least, with people buying and selling stuff and it generally gave a vibe that seemed to match the middle eastern in my world.

But I wasn't out just exploring, I was gathering information, with a war looming above my head I had to explore new possibilities.

Like how much did the Unsullied cost, how much did the second sons cost, what were the Dothraki believed and how to exploit them.

For the first one, the unsullied costed a fucking ton of gold.

The seconds sons were almost as expensive as they were.

Now the Dothraki were an easy target if I wanted to increase my army exponentially in number, it was quite simple, they believed in some kind of horse god, and I happened to be able to control animals.

All I had to do was make their horses kneel and they would take it as an omen that I was the great stallion that would ride the world or something.

But like the Ironborn their culture was disgusting and had to be molded.

Without even noticing as I pondered with the many scenarios where this could go, I arrived at the coast, where my ships were.

"My lord, how is everything?" One of my men asked, as I approached.

"The same as always," I sighed, "Had you guys had any troubles with the locals?"

"Nay, we are keeping ourselves inside the ship, we take turns to go out and…" the man started to get nervous, which by his body language implied they were going for whores but were afraid to tell me.

"I don't care if you fuck all the whores in Pentos, as long as they willingly accept," I chuckled.

The man started to laugh out loud, "Well they aren't complain they are sucking the gold out of our dicks,"

I laughed, seeing how visibly relaxed he got knowing I didn't see whoring as something bad, not necessarily, "I don't see you complaining about the gold you are losing,"

"Nay, is a good way to lose gold," The man laughed even harder.

"I suppose," I chuckled as I took a sit close to him, "Don't bring me problems with the locals, their compliance in necessary, for now,"

"Aye, we'll be more careful, I'll tell the man they can't get too drunk," the man nodded.

"Make sure you do that," I nodded.