volantis 288 AC
- POV Viserys Targaryen
"Speak fast; I don't have time." I ordered my head of spy network, Tartos, as he got up from his kneeling position as we sat in the captain's room in the ship that he was using as his means of travel.
"My king, it is true the Greyjoys are preparing for war and will likely attack Lannisport and try to burn the Lannister fleet to achieve some kind of temporary supremacy across the Sunset Sea, and the master of coin of the usurper has died of old age," he said as I imagined what would happen if they succeeded in burning down the Lannister fleet. As for the old fool Braxston... well, good, he died now; at least he won't fuck little boys anymore and it's only a matter of time before they start to drown themselves in debts.
"And who is to be leading them? I doubt that Balon Greyjoy is that bright to lead them. His brother Victarion perhaps? Or his heir Rodrik the Saltfucker, as they call him? And remind me again why they call him that. I am in need of a good laugh," I questioned him after a minute of silence. God, what an amusing story that he told about the man who is supposed to be the next ruler of the Iron Islands.
"You are right, your grace. Victorian Greyjoy and Euron Greyjoy will lead the attack on Lannisport. As for why they call Rodrik Greyjoy the saltfucker, a thrall of him started a rumor that he was getting fucked by his uncle Euron Greyjoy, and when he learned of it, he put half a dozen cups of salt into the thrall's arss and fucked him in the ass to death."
He retold the story with a smirk, and God, it's funny how crazy those stupid ironborn cunts are.
"Hahahahhah, oh Gods, bless you, my dear spymaster, for giving me that great story. Here, take this gold and have some fun with it, and tell me, is there anything of noteworthy Around the free cities?" I said after I controlled my laughter.
"Thank you, Your Grace, and yes, there is a great sum of information that I think you would like to hear. In the Dothraki Sea there has risen a great Khal who has crushed many other Khals and has been a great source of headache for the free cities, and he has a khalasar of around thirty thousand screamers; not including his slaves, including them, he has a khalasar of around eighty thousand people," he said as I thought about the implications of such things while he continued on his report.
"And in the last couple of moons a Magister of Pentos by the name of Illyrio Mopatis has been looking for means to have a meeting with you," he said to my confusion. Why would a cheesemonger Be interested in meeting me?.
"I see. What about the Golden Company and the Red Crows? Have they been doing anything unusual?" I asked as I filled a cup full of wine.
"The red crows have been doing the exact same thing they have been doing for the last two years, fulfilling contract after contract, and the golden company... they have been acting weird lately," he answered as I frowned at the weird part.
"Weird how?" I asked as he explained.
"They have changed their leadership to some extent and are taking contracts that are way too easy for a company of such power as if they..."
"As if they are preparing someone to get experience in the arts of war." I finished the sentence grimly.
Those fucking cunts really don't know how to give up, do they?
"Have some of your best spies enter the Golden Company and find out if they have anyone who has silver hair or violet eyes or both, and if they do, find a way to kill him, and if it isn't possible, I want to be aware of their movements at all times," I ordered him as I got out of the ship.
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FOUR MOONS LATER
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- Lannisport 289 AC
- POV: Victarion Greyjoy
"What is dead may never die!!! Burn them all down, you cunts; let the drowned god test the blood and ashes of the Greenlanders!!!" I shouted at the man as we burned the old lion's so-called untouchable fleet.
King's Landing, 289 AC
- POV Grand Maester Pycelle
"Your Grace, the Ironborn have rebelled and have attacked Lannisport and burned the Lannister fleet to the ground, and Balon Greyjoy has declared himself the king of the Iron Islands." I read Lord Tywin's letter with trembling hands to King Robert as he stood up from his chair and walked to the window.
"Call the banners all of them ," he ordered in a tone so cold and angry. and excited at the same time
Seagard 289 AC
POV Lord Jason Mallister
"You made a foolish mistake by following your father's orders, boy," I said to the dying heir of the Iron Islands.
"What is dead may never die," he said as I cut off his head and put it on a spike.