Both the slave owners of Astapor and Viserys were eager to close the deal as quickly as possible. No matter what price they offered, Viserys was prepared to accept, knowing the situation demanded it. But for the slave owners, the stakes were higher, and they had much more to consider.
"He might not think we’re planning anything yet, but if this happens too smoothly, he’ll grow suspici...
2024-11-02 15:03:01 +0000 UTC View PostHearing Viserys speak, the young translator, Missandei, had already resigned herself to her fate. She knew all too well the horrific punishments the slave owners could inflict. Where would they send me? she wondered. Would I be made to fight bulls, or smeared with honey to be fed to the brown bears?
Faced with certain death, Missandei’s mind grew oddly calm.
The nobles of Slaver’s Bay reminded Viserys of the Tyroshi. While the Tyroshi focused on the flamboyant colors of their hair, the slave owners here poured their energy into elaborate styles. Hizdahr of Meereen combed his hair into wings on either side of his head, while Oznak sported horns like an antelope. Some of the slave owners in front of Viserys had similar winged hairstyles, while othe...
2024-11-02 15:01:02 +0000 UTC View Post"When those slave owners gather, that’s when we strike," Viserys declared, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
Before setting his sights on Slaver's Bay, Viserys had carefully reviewed the Dragon Queen’s successes and failures in the original timeline. The most crucial factor in her victory was swift action: she had dealt with the Wise Masters of Astapor decisively, beheading the leadershi...
2024-11-01 15:04:01 +0000 UTC View Post"Haha! Dragons! Dragons! Fly! Fly!"
In the dead of night, as Astapor slept, Kraznys mo Nakloz, one of the "Good Masters," dreamed he was soaring above Slaver's Bay on the back of a colossal yellow dragon. His dream took him far beyond the bay—across the Free Cities, the endless Dothraki Sea, distant Vaes Dothrak, and even the ruined remnants of Valyria.
In the dream, Kraznys wore ...
2024-11-01 15:03:01 +0000 UTC View PostSweetheart's chest had the soft curves of a woman, and an enticing fragrance radiated from her body—a scent so unique that even most women lacked it. Yet Viserys could also feel the telltale sign of masculinity: the faint movement of an Adam’s apple under his palm. For all Sweetheart’s beauty and allure, Viserys felt nothing but indifference toward the hermaphrodite slave.
Sweethear...
2024-11-01 15:02:01 +0000 UTC View PostYurkhaz, who was near death, cared little for wealth or property now. All that mattered to him was wringing out as much enjoyment as possible from his failing body. He was well aware of the plans Slaver's Bay and Qarth had against Viserys.
Hahaha... But would a dragon really let someone reeking of filth get anywhere near it? Yurkhaz eyed Viserys, his dark robe fluttering in ...
2024-11-01 15:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostWhen Viserys learned that Yunkai’s bed slaves were famed for their mastery of sixteen exquisite erotic positions and the nine soul-shattering "arts of spring singing," he made sure to display a longing interest. Using Hizdahr zo Loraq’s servant as a pretext, he announced his intention to leave Meereen and head for Yunkai.
The port of Meereen was already bustling with activity, masts a...
2024-10-31 15:04:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe outcome of the battle was exactly as expected.
Viserys defeated the five noble warriors and five elite slave fighters with ease, all at the same time. None of them had ever seen combat like this. Viserys’s movements were so fast, they seemed like lightning. Oznak, the first to charge, didn’t even glimpse Viserys’s face before he was knocked unconscious.
Hizdahr zo Loraq si...
2024-10-31 15:03:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe dragon’s arrival sent shockwaves through Meereen, waking the entire city’s establishment. Even the Green Grace at the Temple of the Graces learned of its presence. In Slaver's Bay, where rumors of the dragon’s revival spread quickly, anxious citizens flocked to the temple seeking answers.
Their question was always the same: would the dragons bring disaster to Slaver's Bay?
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The broad-shouldered slave owner, his face glistening with sweat, raised the whip in his hand and lashed it mercilessly across the backs of the slave oarsmen. The crack of the whip echoed over the water as the oarsmen, pulling the heavy cargo boat, chanted a low, mournful song.
"Faster! Don’t slack off!" the slave driver barked. With another sharp crack, a bright red we...
2024-10-31 15:01:02 +0000 UTC View PostOn the huge arena stage, a “general” dressed in a golden toga commanded a group of soldiers, arranged in a dense formation, to attack a “fortress.” It was a theatrical performance—a classically staged play. Offstage, the “Great Masters” of Meereen, the “Good Masters” of Yunkai, and the “Wise Masters” of Astapor had gathered.
They had all heard the news: Viserys was a...
2024-10-30 15:04:01 +0000 UTC View PostIn a small training hall in King's Landing, the purple wildflowers in the corner bloomed as usual. In the center of the hall, a little dark-haired girl held a thin sword, her concentration entirely focused on her swordsmanship. Fine sweat trickled down her forehead and tickled her cheeks, but it did nothing to distract her.
Standing next to her was Syrio Forel, once the First Sword of Bra...
2024-10-30 15:03:01 +0000 UTC View Post"Yes and no," Shiera replied cryptically. "Savor it. When you destroy the House of the Undying, the Warlocks will lose their source of power, but for a brief period, their strength will surge. That is when you need to be most cautious."
"How long will this surge last?" Viserys asked, his mind flashing back to the White Walker he had killed. The creature had played with its power before fi...
2024-10-30 15:02:01 +0000 UTC View PostJust as Viserys was preparing to depart, three warships with blue sails appeared in the port of Tyrosh. The ships were unmistakable. Standing proudly at the bow of the lead ship was none other than Hoyt, the old captain who had since become the Prince of Pentos.
After seeking permission, Hoyt boarded Viserys's flagship.
"Captain, why have you come?" Viserys asked, curi...
2024-10-30 15:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostHe lived two lives at once, and for the first time, he felt rushed. An awkward moment filled the room, but fortunately, Viserys quickly broke the tension.
"In the future, the Targaryen succession law will follow the order established by the Great Council in the 101st year of the Aegon calendar. In addition, regardless of age, only our eldest son will be the first successor. And I've alrea...
2024-10-29 15:04:01 +0000 UTC View Post"Don't forget what Viserys calls himself now—Emperor of Valyria!" Xaro's voice echoed through the Hall of a Thousand Thrones, his tone carrying a note of alarm that lingered in the grand chamber. The Pureborn members began to picture the skies darkening with dragons, their once-blue expanse turned grey by smoke and ash.
Dragons of all colors would soar above them, fire pouring ...
2024-10-29 15:03:00 +0000 UTC View PostInside the grand mansion, two imposing sphinx statues stood guard as the tinkling sound of piano strings echoed through the halls, reminiscent of a babbling brook.
Regis glanced at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing the man staring back. He was no longer the robust figure he once took pride in. Dark circles framed his eyes, and his sunken eye sockets only added to the hollow look. ...
2024-10-29 15:02:00 +0000 UTC View PostSlaver’s Bay.
Astapor.
The Colosseum.
A group of boys, sticky with foodstuffs, stood trembling in front of a massive brown bear. The bear, with its long snout twitching, seemed to be sniffing them out.
"I really don't see what you three get out of this bet. You’re all called Grazdan, and no matter who wins or loses, this arena will still be called the ‘Grazdan Gladiatori...
2024-10-29 15:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostTyrosh's harbor now boasts a new bronze statue, towering at about four meters high. The statue depicts a knight in armor, unmistakably dressed in Westerosi clothing, with even the armor styled in a distinctly Westerosi fashion. The knight’s expression is resolute, his gaze fixed forward. In his right hand, he holds a sword upright, while cradled in the crook of his left arm is a newborn swath...
2024-10-28 15:04:00 +0000 UTC View Post"Your Imperial Majesty..." Catelyn started, wanting to speak, but hesitated. She couldn’t possibly say 'I agree' on Ned’s behalf, could she?
Viserys, sensing her conflict, interrupted. "That's not why I came to see you today," he said, turning to address the Northern lords gathered behind her. "Everyone, I have some bad news."
His words sent a ripple of tension thr...
2024-10-28 15:03:00 +0000 UTC View PostCatelyn felt cornered. Ordering an arrow to be fired at Viserys would undoubtedly invite retaliation. If he remained unharmed, there might still be a chance for negotiation. But if Viserys were injured—or worse, killed—there would be no escape from Tyrosh's remaining dragons. In three, five, or even ten years, Daenerys would surely lead her dragons north, raining fire over every inch of the...
2024-10-28 15:02:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe Northern army marched through the Crossing, a force of over 30,000 men accompanied by endless supplies. The sky above was gray and heavy with clouds. As soon as they crossed into the North, snow and ice blanketed the landscape. The army, clad predominantly in black, stood out starkly against the frozen terrain.
Some of the Lords marched alongside their men, while others rode ahead, de...
2024-10-28 15:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostHe watched in disbelief as his companions "came back to life." The Night's Watchman, responsible for collecting their bodies, felt as though something had flown out of him.
The Night's Watchman and Viserys' soldiers drew their swords in unison.
"Capture them alive!" Viserys ordered.
It was important to have this evidence, something tangible to present to the nobles of the Seve...
2024-10-27 15:04:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe Night’s Watch rangers stood frozen, too shocked and terrified to react as they stared at their fallen comrade. Fear clutched at their chests, but they managed to pull back from the White Walkers, gasping for breath, their swords trembling in their hands. Despite the terror gripping them, their training held—they maintained their fighting stances, even in the face of such monstrous foes....
2024-10-27 15:03:01 +0000 UTC View PostA full moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the landscape. It was bright enough that the group could make out even the smallest details—the leaves on the trees, the branches swaying gently in the night breeze. Craster’s Keep, however, was a far cry from picturesque. The structure was crude, its walls made of mud and branches haphazardly plastered together. It resembled a h...
2024-10-27 15:02:01 +0000 UTC View PostMag approached Mance, his voice low and apologetic. "I'm sorry, Mance. The cost to the giants has been too great. If we leave... maybe it’ll ease the burden on you."
Mance's lips moved, but no words came out. "Mag..." he finally whispered, not knowing what else to say. The sight of his once-mighty ally, defeated by nets, weighed heavily on him. Mag had come to the painful conclusion tha...
2024-10-27 15:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostFrom the sky, the scene below looked like chaos. The giants, tangled in fishing nets, resembled a massive, writhing "mushroom blanket." Some giants tried to free their comrades, but their efforts only made things worse—the tough nets tightened, binding them more securely.
Of Mance’s forces, only a hundred freefolk remained free. The rest were incapacitated, leaving them severely outnu...
2024-10-26 15:04:01 +0000 UTC View Post"My terms have never changed! It is you, King-Beyond-the-Wall, who keeps altering them," Viserys mocked mercilessly. Mance accepted the taunt with calm resolve.
"Then let's set the time—two days from now. We'll fight again in two days!" Mance declared.
The giants watched as red-haired Ygritte circled to their sides, then to their backs. Though they had no idea what she was up to, ...
2024-10-26 15:03:00 +0000 UTC View PostAfter nearly a month of preparation, Mance chose a battlefield west of the Skirling Pass, a flat expanse perfect for the giants to shine. The terrain was ideal, offering plenty of room for the towering giants to move. Along with the giants and the warriors he’d carefully selected, many free folk had followed, eager to watch the battle, though they were kept at a distance as mere spectators. 2024-10-26 15:02:00 +0000 UTC View Post