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Arc 1: Clash of Kings

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Morning time with Daenerys…

It was the morning after the farewell feast and Daenerys woke up with a slight headache from the bit of wine she had drank the night before.

She couldn't consider herself to be much of a drinker, especially when compared to her brother, but the atmosphere had been so lively that she couldn't help but have two or three cups of the red wine that endlessly flowed through the camp like a river.

The exquisite taste of the Redwyne's stock of red wine had even Perseus drinking a sizable amount.

Speaking of whom, Daenerys looked over shoulder and was happy to see her slumbering nephew behind her, his arm wrapped firmly around her midriff and holding her close to him.

She would never get tired of waking up in Perseus's embrace almost every morning. It was such a familiar feeling that she would definitely miss it when she was taken back to Storm's End.

At that self-reminder, Daenerys's heart panged with sorrow.

Now that they had confessed their feelings for one another she didn't want to leave Perseus's side.

Sure, it was for her safety as she could be targeted by their many enemies at any point during the siege of King's Landing just as a final act of spite from the Lannister regime.

But ever since their first kiss, she knew that she would always feel the most safest when she was in Perseus's arms as the softness of his lips filled her with bliss.

Even now, Daenerys's slight headache had all but faded away as she practically melted into her nephew.

It was morning's like this that made her glad that her nephew had drunk a large amount of wine the night before. Had he not, then he would've been up at the crack of dawn like he usually was.

Unfortunately, today was the day that she had to set out on her journey.

So after basking in the feeling of Perseus's arms around her for a moment longer, Daenerys began wiggling her way out of his grasp.

Or at least she tried to.

At her seemingly less than desirable attempts to get out from under his arms, an unintelligible grumble came from the sleeping Perseus before his strong arms pulled her even closer to him, her back now pressing firmly against his chest.

This usually would've been the end of her attempts to escape from his arms, but today really wasn't a day that she could enjoy sleeping in with him.

As Daenerys continued to squirm and try to dislodge herself from Perseus, this only seemed to further make her slumbering nephew even more disgruntled.

Once again, she was firmly pulled back into his chest. But this time, Perseus had used one arm, that he secured around her waist, to bring her entire body in closer.

A well of desire instantly overwhelmed Daenerys when she felt her rear firmly press up against his hard member which in itself wasn't very surprising as she had long since noticed that this was a normal occurrence for Perseus whenever he woke up in the morning but she had never had to deal with it until now.

Clenching her teeth tightly to stop the moan that threatened to slip from her mouth, Daenerys steeled her nerves as best as she could before resuming in her escape attempts.

But alas, it seemed her freedom was no longer meant to be because Perseus's hold on her was now unyielding to the point that all she could do was squirm in place.

In hindsight, she could've just tried to wake her nephew up with words instead of actions but then she wouldn't have got to experience what came next.

As the result of all her hopeless attempts of escape, Daenerys's rear had been constantly rubbing against her nephew's member to the point that it now felt fully erect.

Another startling reaction that occurred was when a murmuring Perseus suddenly brought one of his hands up to take one of her breasts, that was clad in a two-strap satin nightgown, into his rough palm.

This time, Daenerys was unable to stop herself from letting out a moan.

And this only seemed to spur the sleeping Perseus even further as he began fondling and kneading her breast in a sensual manner while his hips gyrated his rock hard erection against her backside.

Daenerys quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the moans that now heedlessly flowed from her mouth at her nephew's sleep-induced actions.

"Hnng~!" Daenerys fought hard to keep the sounds she was involuntarily making from being heard, but that only proved to further spur Perseus to become more rough in his actions.

As one of his hands played with her breasts to his heart's content, his erratic movements caused the hems of her nightgown to gradually ride up her thighs, allowing him to ground his clothed groin into her panty-clad rear.

All of these actions made Daenerys's brain fog with unbridled sexual desire and soon it was not only the ignorant actions of Perseus that stoked the intensely hot feeling in her lower stomach but her own actions too as she began grinding her butt back against him.

"Dany." Daenerys's head turned back in alarm when she heard her nephew murmur clearly, but she quickly realized that Perseus was still very much asleep.

A feeling of happiness overwhelmed her as she realized with an adoring smile that he was dreaming about her.

Inspired by the unknowing act of love, Daenerys decided right then that she needed to respond in kind.

Briefly recalling the time she had spoken with Arianne, who had stuck true to her word and told her a way to show Perseus her 'appreciation', Daenerys reached a hand in between her and her nephew before she began fiddling with the laces of his trousers.

After a few moments of effort, with Perseus never stopping in his fondling, Daenerys finally managed to untie his trousers and she reached into them to grab ahold of the long and thick appendage inside.

Though she couldn't see it, Daenerys could very much feel the pulsating man meat that was clutched in her hand, making her heart beat even faster as this was her first time ever touching a man's cock.

Arianne's teachings reverberated in her head as she managed to wrap her hand around the thick and hot shaft, before she pulled it out of his trousers.

"Hnn!" Another moan slipped from her lips when she felt the tip of Perseus's bare cock press in between her ass cheeks, nearly taking her own chastity on accident.

After she repositioned herself, Daenerys began doing as Arianne had told her and used her hand to slowly stroke the cock in her grip.

By now, the intense warmth in her belly had turned into a fire as she became quite fixated with the way stroking Perseus's thick cock was making her feel.

Her breaths were ragged and she squirmed in arousal, unable to ignore the sheer wetness that had long since soaked through her panties.

Every moment Daenerys spent stroking Perseus as he fondled her breasts was another moment she felt more incentivized to discard tradition and have him make her into a woman right then.

Her absentmindness reached a point where she didn't even notice when his hand stopped moving.

"Dany!?" This time, Daenerys didn't need to see his face to know that her nephew had finally woken up.

But at the moment, she was far too gone in her lust-addled mind to care about anything other than the arousal she was experiencing.

"Perseus, please…" Daenerys whined in utter need as she continued stroking him.

Thankfully, Perseus seemed to understand that things couldn't just come to a halt.

"Alright. But I still won't make you a woman before you're ready. You're worth more to me than that." Perseus finally tells her, both satisfying her with the answer she wanted to hear and warming her heart at his loving words.

Daenerys was forced to cease her ministrations when Perseus suddenly grabbed ahold of his cock.

Her immediate words of objection were halted however when he suddenly slipped his pulsing erection directly in the small gap between her rear and upper thighs.

"Hnnn~!" Daenerys moaned wantonly when Perseus began rubbing his hot thickness against her wet warmth, only the thin fabric of her panties separated them.

He then moved down one of the straps of her nightgown to play with her bare breast in a more precise and thought out manner. His hands now rotated between pulling at or pinching her hardened nipples with his fingertips to squeezing and fondling her breast with his palms.

On top of all of this, Perseus brushed her long hair over her shoulder to expose her collarbone which he then began laying gentle and loving kisses on.

Needless to say, the inexperienced Daenerys was feeling very overwhelmed at the moment.

"Perseus, w-wait~!" Daenerys trembled as she was essentially put under the mercy of her beloved nephew.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Perseus said hotly in her ear, making a shiver run down her spine. "Or were you only able to act so bravely because I was asleep?"

Daenerys's answer was a mixture of whines and moans as her core grew hotter than ever before at his words that rang true.

Because now, any sort of control she had exhibited over Perseus while he was asleep had disappeared in a heartbeat.

Her entire body was now completely and utterly at his mercy. A scenario she never imagined would come to pass given her nephew's usual proclivity to secede to her demands.

Thoughts were starting to become jumbled in her head as the only thing she could register was the hard cock that slid back and forth against her wet heat, the rough hand that toyed with her soft breast and rousing kisses from the person she loved most in the world.

The heat in her lower stomach was now so intense that she felt like it was going to explode any second.

And eventually it did.

A sensation that she had never experienced before spread throughout her being and she gave a cry of pleasure when the heat in her lower regions suddenly released in an electrifying manner that made her legs spasm and shake.

Meanwhile, Perseus gave a shuddering breath as his seed spurted out in front of her, making her moan of satisfaction.

The feeling of absolute bliss that came afterwards lasted for a long while as she contentedly laid in Perseus's arms.

Her nephew eventually had to get ready for his journey, but anyone who saw the princess that morning would wonder what exactly had happened for her to have a smile so bright.

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A bit later, with Arianne…

While Arianne ran a brush over the long, silky mane of a beautiful dark chestnut mare, her thoughts were focused on the night prior.

Her performance had gone as planned and the reception she received from the masses was unexpectedly very positive.

But more importantly, her target audience (Perseus) also seemed to have enjoyed the show she had put on.

Something she admittedly felt very satisfied about seeing as how she only ever used her voice once in front of one other person and that person was Tyene.

This was how she learned that her singing was so good in the first place because prior to showing her cousin, Arianne had previously only sung when she was alone.

Had her cousin not given her singing such honest and high praise back then, she would've definitely never even attempted putting on such a show.

Arianne's thoughts went back to how well her song seemed to be taken by the soon-to-be crowned king.

He hadn't been gawking or drooling like the majority of the men present, but there was definitely an intense curiosity that shone through his gaze by the end of the performance.

And a rather significant amount of desire as well.

Just thinking back to the way his intensely purple eyes practically drank her figure as she had walked away was making her stomach feel tight and warm.

It was really unfortunate that she would have to put a hold on her mission of seducing the young Targaryen as he would be relocating to the new forward base in preparation for the siege of King's Landing.

She was sure that she could've completely ensnared him within a few more weeks. But alas, she would have to wait until the capital was secure, whenever that may be, in order to continue her goal.

At that disappointing thought, Arianne turned her head toward the entrance to the castle's stable which had just opened.

"I thought you were going out to train, Ty-!" Arianne paused when to her surprise, instead of seeing the faux angelic smile of her favorite cousin as she had expected, she was met with the sight of the king himself.

Perseus Targaryen entered through the stable gates. He was decked out in his newly commissioned red dragon engraved armor, ruby bezeled sword and golden wreath that both gave off a bright gleam due to the sunlight that peeked in from behind him, briefly illuminating his regal and powerful figure.

Arianne would be lying if she said that the kingly image of her cousin didn't immediately make her feel all types of emotions, none of which were negative.

"Sorry if I surprised you, Princess Arianne. I learned about your location from your guard." Perseus tells her as he makes his way over to her with calm, smooth strides.

Hearing that the overbearing Areo had willfully given her location up, to a man no less, was almost as surprising as the king's evident desire to seek her out.

But alas, none of this showed on Arianne's face as she turned to fully face the king with a kind smile as he came to a stop in front of her.

"There is no need to apologize to me, your grace. I'm only astonished that you have personally sought me out." Her words were spoken truthfully because she genuinely didn't think that the king would seek her presence so soon; perhaps she had underestimated the effect her singing and beauty had on the young man.

"How could I not after that remarkable performance you put on the other night?" Perseus stated, all but confirming her prior suspicions.

Putting on an obviously faux look of confusion though, Arianne replied. "I'm not sure what you mean, your majesty. A performance?" She says sweetly, earning a lip twitch from the king.

Seemingly willing to play along with her little game, the king responded. "Oh, then forgive me for my presumption. I wasn't aware that there was another Dornish woman in this camp with a figure as…plentiful yours." The way he grinned as his eyes briefly roamed over her dress-covered body made the heat in her lower parts swell up.

Still, Arianne was never one to lose a game of faux ignorance. "It is I who should be forgiven, your majesty. After all, it seems I've misled you with my body." She says quietly with a perfect mix of innocence and shyness that would make her favorite cousin proud.

Perseus's grin faltered very briefly at her words before he seemingly nodded in agreement. "Alas, you are forgiven, princess. I suppose I'll continue my search then. Good day to you." He nods politely to her before turning heel.

Shock that quickly turned into alarm ran through her at a startling pace as the king genuinely began walking away.

Arianne knew that Perseus was calling her bluff, but after being told more than enough about his demeanor from his aunt, Daenerys, she also knew that if she didn't say anything the headstrong king would most definitely continue walking out of the stable and go about his day without a single regret.

If it were any other man she was trying to seduce, Arianne would've gladly let him go and laughed as he crawled back later.

Unfortunately for her, the opposition in this case was not a man, but a king. One who she wouldn't be able to see until a few weeks ahead at best.

So in order to save both her time and her dignity, Arianne calmly called out to the departing Perseus. "Out of curiosity, what would you have said to the woman, your grace?" She asks.

Pausing in his steps, Perseus didn't so much as deign to turn around as he replied. "I would've asked her about the song she sang. And give her my thanks." He tells her.

"What did his grace want to know about the song? I may be able to help shed some light about it." Arianne says as she slowly saunters toward him.

She heard the young man snort before he finally turned around to face her, a grin still on his face.

"I wanted to know the name of the song, why that song was specifically chosen by the singer and the story behind it." Perseus says.

Coming to stop in front of her cousin, Arianne met his gaze as she calmly answered. "The song is called, The Edge of Night. It was written long ago by a bard who was a friend to an exiled king who had set out to reclaim his kingdom. I'm sure you can guess now why it was chosen." She says to him.

Perseus nodded in evident understanding. "And did the exiled king in that song ever reclaim his kingdom?" He asks, curiously.

"He did in the end. Although it was done with much sacrifice." Arianne confirmed with a sad smile.

"I would think so. Nothing of importance can be gained without some form of sacrifice." Perseus chuckled, though it had a surprisingly somber undertone to it that made her think that the king had already experienced such sacrifice.

But that couldn't have been the case. After all, Perseus had yet to be even challenged, let alone defeated, in the ongoing war.

So far, he had achieved more success than all the other claimants and contenders combined while receiving barely any damage to his own forces.

It was such an extraordinary feat that many people were beginning to whisper that Perseus was Aegon the Conqueror reborn.

"Well, I said I would also thank the singer, but I suppose I'll have to find her for that." Perseus's cheeky grin made her lips involuntarily twitch upward at the continuation of their little game.

"I could relay his majesty's message to her. I'm sure I'll run into her soon enough." Arianne said with a playful smirk.

"Oh? Well, in that case-" Perseus stepped in close, their chests merely a few inches away from one another's, to gaze down at her with his enthralling, deep purple eyes. "-Tell her I said that she has the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. And that I thank her for her lovely performance."

A large, involuntary smile bloomed on Arianne's face partly due to his kind words that they both knew was directed towards her and also because of the emotions she felt at the genuine compliment.

And she would be telling a tall tale if she said that the young man's words hadn't made her heart flutter.

Stepping in closer to her cousin, her chest now coming into the barest of contact with his, Arianne gave him an alluring look that would've made any other man cream his trousers, but Perseus simply maintained his leveled grin.

"I'm sure she will want to personally give her thanks to his majesty for his kindness once she hears his message." She licked her lips in a suggestive but subtle manner.

"I'm easy to find." He easily responded with an amused tone, his gaze never once flickering to her lips.

Arianne couldn't help but internally applaud the man for his willpower. No one had ever been able to withstand her sexual allure before.

So she wasn't surprised to realize that she was growing greatly more attracted to her cousin due to their newest interaction.

Before she could try to tip the scales in her favor though, a knight suddenly entered the stables.

"Your maj-!" The retired knight and former Hand of the King to Aerys Targaryen, Ser Jon Connington, froze when he saw their current position before bowing. "My apologies, your grace. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Perseus's eyes remained on hers for a moment longer before he turned to his knight. "You weren't interrupting anything, Jon. Is everything set?" He asked calmly.

Ser Jon nodded. "The army is ready to march, my king." He informed him.

"Alright." Perseus says simply before turning back to her. "I'll be leaving now, but when you do meet that singer, tell her I said that I'm interested in learning more about the story behind that song. Perhaps over a few letters."

Smiling at the unspoken invitation to write to him, Arianne nodded gratefully. "I'm sure she'll be pleased to help his majesty learn more about the story or anything else he may wish to know." She said, giving her own unsaid approval for him to ask about her personal life over their letters.

Seemingly understanding the offer, Perseus gave her one last grin before he turned and strode out of the stables followed closely by his knight, leaving her to be alone.

"How exciting." Arianne breathed out as she began doing a quick recap of the conversation that had just occurred.

It was plainly clear that the king was somewhat interested in her though he seemed to still be playing things safe and keeping her at a distance.

And his interest was definitely not to the extent that he would suddenly proclaim her as his equal.

But now that she had a way to continue speaking with him, it was now up to her to make sure that his inkling curiosity was stoked even further by her letters.

If she did a good enough job in that regard, the king may wish to make her his equal without her father even having to bring up their betrothal contract.

Just imagining her father's face as he realized his contingency plan to ensure that Dorne would have a high and respectable place in the new regime had been made inept by his heiress's own doing would've been more than enough to give her the proper motivation to succeed in her goal had her own immense attraction to the young Targaryen not already been a sufficient source of inspiration.

And inspired she was.

If the old lord of Griffin's Roost didn't interrupt, she was almost sure that she could've coerced Perseus into fucking her on one of the nearby bales of hay by now.

That hot imagery was enough to make a shiver run down her spine and a wetness to gather in-between her legs.

"Great, now I need to find Ty." Arianne bemoaned as she felt her juices slowly run down her thighs.

The following weeks for the Princess of Dorne would be spent writing letters to the person of her desire and pleasuring herself with lewd thoughts about said person, something that her lord father would surely think to be unbefitting of an heiress of Sunspear.

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Two weeks or so later, with Perseus…

-I feel as if I could go on endlessly about our overbearing cousin, but I'll save you the time and myself the ink, lol.

I am also very much looking forward to our next meeting. It feels like forever since I last saw you. I'm counting the days until you've finished toppling the usurpers so we may enjoy each other's company once more.

I pray everything has been going smoothly with your preparations? And I can only hope my hot-headed uncle isn't giving you too much of a headache, smh.

With fondest regards, Arianne…

P.S. I hope you enjoy your gift

A small smile adorned Perseus's face as he finished reading the latest letter from the Princess of Sunspear.

After their conversation in the stables where they had both partaken in a game of cat and mouse where they ended up discreetly showing their expressed desire to write to one another, they had done just that over the past few weeks.

Unexpectedly, it soon became a refreshing pastime for Perseus whenever he received a letter from the Dornish princess.

Reading about some of her and Tyene's adventures when they were young girls had been quite funny and she also seemed to share his sense of witty wordplay.

She had even taken a liking to using modern acronyms such as 'lol', or her personal favorite, 'smh'.

Another thing that was confirmed to him, since he already knew based on general knowledge, was that the Dornish princess was a huge flirt.

Though not in an overly obnoxious or try hard fashion like most of Aphrodite's children back in Camp Half-Blood.

Arianne's style of flirting was actually quite humorous and most importantly exciting.

She wouldn't ever outright admit that she was having sexual thoughts or feelings about him, though they both knew that she was.

Instead, Arianne would call him out on having sexual thoughts about her and even though she was the only one using any sort of suggestive meaning or wordplay in her letters, she would comically always accuse him of being the deviant whenever he would jokingly respond to her written advances.

But while he knew the woman was simply playing the long game, he didn't really care so long as she continued to be entertaining. There weren't many people who could keep his sporadic attention after all.

Though this did make Perseus wonder about how many hearts the woman had undoubtedly broken in the course of her twenty-three years of living.

Because had he not been subjected to living among literal children of love, the princess would've surely been running laps around him with the way she managed to get his 'Little Perseus' stirred up with only written wordplay and innuendos.

Not that Perseus really cared about someone's past relationships as it determined nothing about a person's true character.

He had known plenty of bad women who had terrible personalities despite being strictly monogamous (Hera!) and or a virgin. And he also knew a lot of good women who simply had to deal with the cards fate gave to them.

His mother, Sally Jackson, for example, had been a typical hardworking, single mother that hadn't received any sort of paternal support from the godly father of her newborn child. And yet she still willfully dated an absolute slob and piece of shit human being just in order to protect her son.

And even though Perseus he wasn't totally sure if his Dornish mother, Elia Martell, would have shared similar views on chastity, since she likely raised with the notion that it was very important like many other noblewomen had, he doubted she would've been quick to oust her own blood niece as an unredeemable harlot, even if the rumors of Arianne's questionable past were all true.

Pushing those useless thoughts about the princess's love life to the side though, Perseus picked up the linen covered package that had arrived along with Arianne's letter.

Amusement and a thrill of excitement shot through him as based on prior experience with the Dornish woman's antics and sense of humor, he already had a pretty good guess of what was inside of the package.

Perseus unraveled the red ribbons that held the parcel together and though he wasn't necessarily surprised, his brows still shot up when he saw what was inside.

Folded neatly in the linen was a pair of dainty pink, string lace panties.

Perseus couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Never in his two lifetimes had he ever received a pair of panties that had so obviously been worn, probably during the same time the letter was being written.

He had written a joke in one of his previous letters to the Princess of Dorne that implied he would go insane soon without any female interaction because he was surrounded by men but this wasn't the response he had expected to receive.

Did that mean Perseus was unresponsive to the dubious gift? Of course not. The fire-like energy that coursed through his blood roiled and churned, as if stoked by the perverted act.

And soon his sense of curiosity overwhelmed any sort of hesitation that he may have developed.

Perseus bundled the panties in his palm before he slowly brought it to his nose.

Taking a small cautious sniff, his immediate reaction was to take a second, deeper inhale.

The panties had an intense, sultry smell of peaches and jasmine that clouded his mind with arousal. And the mild, naturally tangy scent of a woman that he was all too familiar with was just the cherry on top.

Perseus let out a deep breath in order to calm his fired up nerves. "This woman is too much." 'Little Perseus' seemed to wave happily at him in agreement from down below.

Had he known that Arianne would be such a huge tease he wouldn't have responded to her subtle advances at all.

Alas, now he was stuck coping with his libido by his lonesome while also being surrounded by an army of men.

Sometimes Perseus really felt like he never reincarnated and was simply being put through psychological torture in the Fields of Punishment by his uncle, Hades.

"These do smell quite good though." Perseus remarked lightly and after a long moment of debate, he reached up to inhale the bundled panties in his palm again.

But as if fate were giving him the middle finger once again, Perseus was deftly caught in his perverted act when his tent's entrance flapped open and Grey Worm stepped inside.

…

Liege and retainer both shared blank expressions as they simply stared at one another in a silence so absolute that even the crickets outside seemed unwilling to make a sound.

Perseus calmly brought the pink panties from underneath his nose and smuggled it under breastplate, his comically soulless gaze never once breaking from the Unsullied commander's before he spoke.

"Yes, Grey Worm?" He regally folded his hands over his boner with complete calmness.

"…a messenger from the usurpers has arrived at camp, my king. The lord's are waiting for you in order to hear the message." Grey Worm informed him slowly.

Perseus nodded in seeming understanding of the situation. "That does sound like something rather important. Wouldn't you say so, Grey Worm?" He asks casually.

"…I would say so, my king. Unless there is something else of greater importance…" Grey Worm uttered back, his stony gaze flickering to his chest plate.

"Not at all! Let's not waste anymore time!" Perseus suddenly clapped his hands and stood to his feet with an overly bright smile.

Before Perseus exited his tent, he paused and sent a side glance at the still stiff Grey Worm whose gaze still lingered on his armored chest.

"I'm sure I won't have to worry about anything you may have seen being spread around since we're friends after all…?" Perseus's smile slightly strained as he met his commander's silently judging eyes.

"Whatever…questionable things his majesty may do in his spare time is of no importance to anyone else." Grey Worm's monotonous voice stated.

"That's exactly right, Grey Worm. You understand everything so perfectly…Off we go then!" Perseus chirped before exiting the tent.

As Perseus strode through the forward camp that had long since finished constructing, he couldn't help but remain impressed and proud by the defensive layout.

Impressed because the layout had been built in a quick and timely manner by the Dornish and proud because he himself had given the blueprint for the design.

Their fort was situated on a large, relatively flat hilltop that stood at a significant height above the smaller surrounding hills, all of which had their own similar but distinct forts.

The main fort was simplistically built in a circular layout with thick, high walls made from a composite material of wattle and daub, with projecting towers that would allow archer coverage of the berms and deep ditches that surrounded the base of the hill.

All in all, Perseus was quite satisfied with the end result of the forward base and he was now glad that he had endured the many grueling hours in the past where Annabeth would show and try to explain her architecture work to him.

After reaching the command tent of the fort, Perseus was met with the sight of Willas, Lord Tarly and Oberyn who all stood around a single, seated man who he assumed was the messenger in question.

"My king, this man claims to be a messenger of Joffrey Baratheon." Lord Tarly tells him as Perseus nears them.

"Is that so?" Perseus remarks as he looks expectantly at the visibly shaking messenger who's eyes continuously darted around him in fear.

When the messenger didn't respond, Oberyn gave the man a sharp slap to the back of the head. "Give us the message then, idiot!" He barked which finally made the messenger stammer out a response.

"T-The Hand of the King, Lord Tyrion Lannister, has requested a parley with the Targaryen loyalists!" The messenger tells them.

"What the fuck is there for us to talk about with the Lannister's?" Oberyn practically spat out the name of the infamous house of lions.

"Lord Tyrion says that if both sides can reach an agreement, no one will have to suffer any losses of their own!" Perseus raised an eyebrow at that statement while Oberyn smacked his teeth.

"Oh please! The lions are just afraid. We don't have to make any agreements with those bastards, Perseus!" Oberyn angrily advised him.

"What agreement does Lord Tyrion intend to reach with us?" Willas asks the messenger, seemingly curious.

The fearful man stared at them for a moment before replying. "…An agreement for the leaders of both sides to participate in a trial by combat." His reveal was met with stunned silence.

Eventually, Perseus spoke. "A trial by combat? Isn't that only for legal disputes?" He asks the other men.

Lord Tarly shook his head. "While that is normally its intended purpose, a trial by combat is also the highest form of a duel of honor, your grace." He tells Perseus.

"A trial by combat? The Lannister's have lost their fucking minds in the face of death!" Oberyn laughed while Willas remained pensive.

"So, Joffrey wants to challenge me to an honor duel? What purpose would that serve though? Even if I win, I gain nothing." Perseus says.

Willas broke his silence. "That would depend on the outcome of the negotiations and clauses in the agreement contract both you and Joffrey would have to sign. We could push for the loser's of the duel to lose all secession rights to the throne." He tells him.

Perseus hummed in thought for a moment. "But any agreement signed would only pertain to Joffrey's right to the throne. Robert Baratheon has another son and a daughter who both have the birthright to sit on the Iron Throne." He pointed out.

"Exactly! It's a fool's gamble. Let's just continue with our plan to capture King's Landing and finally end all of this." Oberyn says.

However, Willas didn't seem to be finished yet. "We could of course have the entire royal family be part of the agreement. This would nullify not only Joffrey's right to succession but the rights of Robert's other children as well." He said to Perseus.

A deep frown formed on Perseus's face as he thought about the man's advice.

It was definitely not the way Oberyn or even he would do things, but then again, their way would result in countless losses on both sides.

And how could Perseus ever sleep comfortably knowing that he sent men to die for his cause without at least trying to preserve their lives?

When he thought of it in that sense, the answer was quite simple really.

Giving a nod to Willas in gratitude, which he returned, Perseus looked at the messenger who waited for his answer with a petrified expression.

"Tell the usurpers that we are open to start negotiating with them. But I want the entire royal family to be there." Perseus tells the man.

"S-so I can go?" The messenger asks cautiously and after receiving a nod of approval, he breathes out in relief before practically running out of the tent.

"But, why?" Oberyn immediately protested to him once the messenger was gone. "Don't you want to avenge your mother, Perseus?!"

At his uncle's invoking words, Perseus pinned the Dornish man with a hard glare. "Don't ever try to use my mother's murder against me again. I know very well what those fucking bastards did to my mother!" As his voice rose, so did the temperature in the tent which made the prince stiffen as his instincts screamed at him to recognize the apparent danger he was in.

Unlike his uncle who had only heard the same rumors everyone else had, Perseus had been forced to personally witness the tragic fate of his mother. And it gnawed at him every night that her murderers/rapists were still alive and well.

There was almost nothing he wouldn't do to avenge Elia Martel's untimely demise. It was simply unfortunate that needlessly sacrificing the lives of countless people happened to be one of the few things he refused to do.

"That was never my intention, nephew. But I apologize if it seemed like that. I only want to know why you are even willing to entertain the Lannister's demands." Oberyn says calmly and sincerely.

After seeing that his uncle was being genuine, Perseus forced himself to calm down with a deep breath before he spoke again.

"If our demands are met in these negotiations. Not only would my family and I be the only ones who have the right to sit on the throne, but we wouldn't have to waste any amount of men or resources to besiege King's Landing. It's a win-win situation." Perseus tells his uncle.

Oberyn still managed to scowl in discontent, but he could tell that the Dornish man was starting to see the vast benefits of such a play.

Willas spoke up again. "All we would need to worry about is any hidden clauses they may add, but I'm more than capable of rooting out any possible issues that could cause us harm in the future." The heir says with such confidence that Perseus had no choice but to believe him.

"I don't mean this in any disrespectful manner, but the other thing we would have to worry about is the possibility of his majesty losing the duel." Lord Tarly points out.

Oberyn immediately let out a bark of laughter. "Oh please! Sure it was just a spar, but even all three of my daughters weren't able to beat Perseus. And the last time I saw King Joffrey he was a frail little man child who hung on to his mother's tits!" He said mockingly.

Seemingly accepting the Dornish prince's point, Lord Tarly chose to remain silent but Perseus could tell the man was still a bit dubious.

"I understand your worries, Lord Tarly. You haven't seen me fight before after all. But I assure you, the chances of Joffrey beating me are as high as Renly's chances of rising from the grave." Perseus assured the lord who snorted in amusement at his choice of words but regardless gave a nod of acceptance.

Seeing as how nothing else of importance needed to be discussed right at that moment, they all eventually went their own ways in order to do their part in preparing for the negotiations with the Baratheon/Lannister regime.

Though Perseus did wish that he wasn't subjected to the judging gaze of his Unsullied commander/friend on his way back to the privacy of his tent.

oOo

At Castamere with Viserys…

"In the name of the Lord of Light!"

From atop his steed and at the head of the Golden Company, Viserys impassively watched as the Brotherhood Without Banners met the hastily assembled Lannister forces.

Ser Beric Dondarrion rode at the front of the outlaw group turned vanguard, a flaming sword raised high in the air as he led his men into battle with an intensity that few could match.

Viserys watched the initial assault from the rear side of the enemy line with keen eyes, keeping an eye out for any possible signs of a trap.

Since they rode straight from their encampment, the forces the Lannister's had been raising in Castamere shouldn't have been aware that they would be attacked so suddenly, but it was never a bad thing to exercise caution, especially when going into enemy territory.

Though that didn't stop the increasingly annoying red priestess who evidently never stopped cock riding her precious god from speaking on his apparent caution.

"It isn't the will of the Lord of Light for you to only watch this battle play out, Prince Viserys." Said red priestess commented from beside him, sitting atop her own brown mare, her two seeming wards sat behind her.

Viserys rolled his eyes at the insufferable woman before he drawled out. "Do you ever shut the hell up?" His words drew a snicker from the unrevealed Stark girl.

Ignoring his crass words like she usually did, Melisandre replied. "The time to attack is now. R'hllor wishes for us to be present for my liege's final battle against the usurpers." She says.

"You'll be able to spit shine my nephew's cock soon enough, priestess. But I was the one who was put in charge of planning our attack on the west, not your god. Do well to remember that." Viserys warns her firmly.

Unbothered by his threatening tone, Melisandre replied. "You may plan, but the Lord of Light is the best of planners. Everyone is a part of his plan, even if they do not yet know it." She says sagely.

Grumbling about cock worshiping priestesses, Viserys chose to just ignore the woman as he focused back on the battle.

Ser Beric was doing quite a good job of sowing doubt in the heart of the Lannister forces despite them currently having the superior numbers, his flaming sword served almost as a rallying point for the Brotherhood Without Banners who seemed to fight harder the closer they got to their lord.

Finally determining that the Lannister's had no such plan to lure them into a trap, Viserys drew his sword before addressing the Golden Company.

"Beneath the gold, the bitter steel!" He roared the infamous war cry of the Golden Company who returned the cry with thunderous roars as they readied themselves for battle.

Turning his horse back around, Viserys pointed his sword at the enemy. "Charge!" He commanded before he led the ensuing charge.

They came down upon the Lannister's in a wave of gold and steel, easily crushing through the forces who scrambled to respond to the sudden enemy at their backs.

Swinging his sword down from atop his war horse, Viserys cut down any enemy within reach.

Eventually, his horse sustained a fatal blow to its front from a spear wielding soldier so as the steed fell to the ground in a dying cry, Viserys sprung into battle.

Wielding his long sword like an arc of fire, Viserys swept through the enemy with wild, wide slashes that left his enemies either dead or too afraid to stand in his path.

As Viserys rampaged through countless opponents, he didn't count how many lives his blade took because it didn't matter. His fun had been cut short during the battle of Storm's End, so this was his opportunity to finally let loose.

And he indeed let loose until all he could register was his own maddening laughter as his battle lust climbed endlessly as more and more blood pooled at his feet.

On that day, the inhabitants of the Westerlands would never forget the ferocity that Viserys Targaryen exhibited during the Slaughter of Castamere, some would even say it was akin to a mad dragon.

oOo

Somewhere near Storm's End, with Daenerys…

"I can't believe you did that with his majesty!" A red cheeked Missandei gasped scandalously.

Somewhere along their journey to Storm's End, which would apparently soon be coming to an end according to Ser Jon, Daenerys's first and best friend had somehow managed to get her to talk about the steamy morning she had shared with Perseus.

Perhaps she had opted to share the story with her friend because she herself still couldn't believe it happened.

Never before had she thought that her first sexual experience would be with her own nephew. It was a thought that many people would find revolting.

And yet, every time Daenerys thought back to how Perseus's cock felt as it slid between her sex and the mind numbing sensation that had filled her entire being made her feel so intensely warm that she couldn't think about anything else.

Her desire to be fully made into a woman by her love was now at an all time high and she could hardly wait for that special night whenever it came.

"So, how was it?" Missandei asks her curiously.

Daenerys blushed deeply at the question. "W-well it was a bit scary at first but then it started to feel really good. I've never experienced anything like it before." She tells her friend who looked like she was close to bringing out her journal to take notes.

"Did you experience what they call an orgasm?!" Missandei's eyes immediately sparkled with intrigue when Daenerys gave an embarrassed nod of confirmation. "How did it feel?! I read that it can be so intense that one could even die from it!"

That didn't sound at all true as Daenerys couldn't see Perseus ever making her orgasm if it held even the smallest possibility of killing her.

"I-It felt good." Even though Daenerys purposely gave a simple answer her face still felt like it was on fire.

She hated downplaying her first orgasmic experience, but she didn't want Missandei to get the wrong impression of her.

Because in reality, when her nephew brought about her climax Daenerys felt like she had been walking among the stars with how amazing the experience was.

To add on to that, she felt particularly proud in knowing that she had helped Perseus reach his own climax. Helping her partner reach that point was such a selfless and loving act that she surely wouldn't mind doing it again once she reunited with her love.

Perhaps then she would find the courage to use her mouth to bring about the outcome she desired, since according to Tyene, a woman who was able to successfully please her man's cock with her mouth was award worthy.

Although, managing to fit Perseus's dragon tail of a cock into her mouth would be a feat worthy of its own merit.

"L-let's talk about something else, Missandei!" Daenerys says abruptly when she notices the moisture rapidly seeping from in between her thighs due to her wandering thoughts.

Though she pouted cutely, Missandei didn't press her any longer about the sensitive topic.

"How did your training with the Sand Snakes go?" Missandei asks instead.

Daenerys smiled at the reminder of her joint training session with the infamous trio of Dornish women.

After winning their spar (quite impressively at that), Perseus had called in the favor he had gained from each individual Sand Snake by having them agree to teach her a skill.

It hadn't been a long winded thing since the Sand Snakes all had their own obligations to attend to (mainly the war), but they had each shared or built the foundation of a skill with her.

From Nymeria, Daenerys learned how to properly wield a dagger. She was still horrid at it compared to the middle sister of the sand trio, but she had at least managed to get the fundamentals of knife fighting down.

Another useful thing she had learned was from Obara and that was how to leverage her small stature and naturally lesser strength in a non armed fight against a man through the use of an old Rhoynish martial style called, gudo.

The main objectives of the martial style was to either throw the opponent off balance, immobilize them in a pin or force them into submission with a joint lock or choke.

Out of all the three skills she had learned from the Sand Snakes, learning gudo had been the funnest since most of her practice was done with Perseus since he was the only man available that she felt comfortable practicing the art with.

She remembered how hard she had laughed when he grumbled about having back problems in the future after she managed to successfully hip toss him back to back.

And lastly, Daenerys had learned one more skill from the youngest Sand Snake, Tyene, who had claimed it to be the 'most vital' technique in a woman's arsenal.

Though the seemingly sweet warrior-ess couldn't necessarily explain how the apparently vital skill of cock sucking would be of any help in a fight that didn't involve her utterly surrendering to the enemy in the most depraved way possible.

When Perseus had first heard about the skill the youngest Sand Snake had chosen to teach he had been quite furious at the woman's supposed goal to taint her.

Though that was until Tyene brought up that Daenerys would have to use him as a testing dummy in order for her to perfect the technique.

Never before had she seen Perseus's face become so red and he quickly disappeared when the Sand Snake pointed out the approval of the 'garden snake' in his trousers.

Meanwhile, after seeing her nephew's strong bodily reaction to the mere thought of her performing such a lewd act on him, Daenerys became quite determined to learn the oral skill as quickly as possible.

It had been embarrassing to learn at first, but eventually (after going through a whole pile of bananas) Daenerys was able to learn how to suppress her gag reflex, though only up to her tonsils.

The feat wasn't nearly as impressive as Tyene's insane ability to swallow nearly half of a ten inch banana down her throat, but she was making significant progress, something the Sand Snake embarrassingly made sure to keep Perseus freshly updated on whenever they saw him together.

As she and Missandei continued to talk about all of this however, Daenerys couldn't help but register the uncomfortable tingling in her stomach that had been gradually growing ever since she learned that they were nearly half a day's ride away from Storm's End.

She couldn't fully explain it words, but it felt like her body was warning her about an imminent threat to her safety.

This 'monster sense' as her nephew aptly described it, was a natural feeling that she had always been able to feel even as a young girl. But it had only been on the rare occasion when Perseus wasn't by her side and someone very dangerous was nearby.

Unable to ignore the unsettling sensation in her gut any longer though, Daenerys opened the side window of her carriage despite the inquiry of Missandei and peeked her head outside.

"Princess?" Said the horse riding officer that was in second-in-charge, after Ser Jon, of the two hundred or so soldiers who had been tasked with escorting her safely to Storm's End.

Temporarily ignoring the officer, Daenerys's gaze wandered over the small nearby hills and other greenery that surrounded them.

To her small relief, she couldn't see anything that looked out of place. But she still felt as if someone, or something, was watching her.

"Where is Ser Jon?" Daenerys asked the officer after not seeing her family's most trusted knight.

"Ser Jon and a few others went to scout the road ahead, your highness." The officer tells her.

It was then that Daenerys noticed something strange on one of the surrounding hills.

A grounded object she had initially taken to be a rock had suddenly risen up until she could make out a thin figure.

And when she narrowed her eyes at the figure, she realized in a panic that it was a person who had actually stood up to aim a bow and arrow directly at them.

"Watch out-!" She tried to warn the officer directly in front of her but it was too late as but a moment later an iron-tipped arrow pierced right through his neck, killing him before his corpse even fell off his horse.

Pandemonium erupted from that point onward.

From seemingly nowhere, multiple groups of camouflaged men began revealing themselves all around their convoy.

"Enemy ambush!"

"Protect the princess!"

"Enemies approaching from all sides!"

The soldiers all began yelling out as they quickly formed a defensive formation around Daenerys's carriage to prevent the incoming attackers from reaching her.

Battles and scuffles then proceeded to break out as the groups of attackers collided with the defensive line.

Daenerys gasped in shock and horror when she saw an attacker tackle one of the soldiers to the ground before he began savagely stabbing the armored soldier through the gaps in his breastplate.

On the other hand she also witnessed a soldier continuously bashing an attacker's face into bloody mush with his armored fist like a madman.

Each of the battles she saw happening around her all at the same time was just as horrifying as the last.

Daenerys thought she had experienced battle since, while she hadn't actually participated, she had been there to witness the slaughter of Renly's forces.

But this, it wasn't a one sided slaughter against men too hungover or drunk to put up a fight.

This was what battle truly looked like. It was in all intents and purposes a dogfight between groups of men who would do absolutely anything to survive.

The harsh realization of that fact and the reality of actually seeing it first hand made Daenerys's eyes quickly fill with tears.

"Daenerys!" Missandei exclaimed in worry when she turned away from the violence outside, unable to witness the attack any longer.

As Daenerys openly sobbed with a somber Missandei hugging her, she was forced to come to terms that a real battle wasn't the glorious, knightly thing that she had imagined it to be.

Every fight can be your last.

Perseus's words from their first conversation about her becoming a warrior echoed through her mind, a hard truth that she hadn't taken seriously at the time. But now, she understood why he didn't want her to be anywhere near a battle.

Tears still falling from her eyes, Daenerys looked back to the carriage window that provided a picturesque view of the still ongoing battle.

"Please don't look, Daenerys!" A worried Missandei pleaded with her and she was very much considering following her friend's advice until she heard a shout from outside.

"Ser Jon is back!"

A roar of cheer from the soldiers that followed the announcement made Daenerys hurriedly go back to the carriage window just in time to see Ser Jon riding toward the battle on his horse at full speed.

Relief flooded Daenerys as the old but still vigorous veteran knight joined in the battle, his sword began swiftly decapitating attackers left and right as he circled around the carriage on his war horse.

Coming to stop near the carriage window, Ser Jon quickly took note of her somewhat disheveled state. "Are you okay, Princess?" He asked worriedly, receiving a nod from her.

"Worry not, Princess. I'll make sure these bastards regret their actions!" Daenerys smiled gratefully at the old knight's furious promise.

But before she could reply to the knight, a horn suddenly blew from a short distance away, creating a low, baritone and sinister sound that made everyone instinctively freeze.

(OST)

Everyone's heads seemed to turn in a single direction.

Some short distance away, there was a large group of men that numbered at least five hundred, and they were all on horseback, armed and armored.

But that wasn't at all the most shocking factor of the new situation.

Because sitting menacingly atop a beefed up, black stallion at the head of the small army was the most massive man Daenerys had ever seen.

No, he was more of a giant than a man. And the fact that he wore a full set of hulking steel armor and carried an ultra greatsword that no normal man could hope to use in battle only cemented this fact.

As the giant knight continued to gaze toward them as if letting them bask in the hopelessness his appearance had created, a name immediately came to the forefront of her mind.

"The Mountain." Ser Jon whispered grimly, confirming Daenerys's worst fears.

As if hearing the old knight utter his name, the Mountain That Rides raised his massive greatsword with a single arm that looked as thick as a tree trunk, pointed toward them and let out a guttural roar that sounded like a real life imitation of the mythical cyclops monster that Perseus told her stories about as a child.

At the unspoken command of their leader, the Mountain's army immediately began charging toward them.

A well of despair entered Daenerys as the incoming army that outnumbered them three times over charged forward.

Their cruel, mocking laughter akin to an army of cackling jackals.

"Form a line!" Ser Jon yelled out to his men who hurriedly did as ordered.

After the men gathered in a semi circle in front of the carriage, they waited with raised shields for the enemy to arrive.

But as the Mountain's army grew closer, so did their thunderous jeering and laughter. It made the men shift uncomfortably as their fear gradually swelled.

Seemingly aware of this, Jon shouted out to the soldiers. "Hold men!" He ordered them.

The Mountain's men were now only a few yards away from them, close enough for their countless jeers to be heard clearly.

"Kill the fuckers!"

"Get the dragon bitch!"

"Gut 'em and string them up like pigs!"

As she heard more and more, Daenerys couldn't stop the fear that had long since taken hold in her from growing uncontrollably.

The Mountain and his men were clearly here for her, and that scared her more than anything.

"Hold, men! Hold, I say!" Ser Jon shouts angrily when a couple of soldiers abandon their weapons and begin running for the hills, their faces pale white with fear.

These desertions seemed to only embolden the approaching army as their war cries and laughter increased which in turn made a dozen more soldiers desert and run for their lives.

"Hold the line, you cowards!" Ser Jon yelled furiously at the remaining soldiers.

Thankfully, they were obviously more honorable than some of their fellow peers and they maintained their position as the attackers finally clashed with the defensive line.

What happened next was something that Daenerys had experienced before, because the following event was not a battle, but a slaughter.

The Mountain's army tore through the contingent of soldiers like a scythe through a wheat field.

There was nothing they could do to stop themselves from getting assaulted on all sides as the Mountain's men seemed to take joy in the fact that they outnumbered them greatly.

One soldier was shot through his helmet visor with an arrow fired from a crossbow.

Another was wrestled down to the ground by a few men before each of them began stabbing him countless times.

There were more than a few soldiers who quickly realized that they had to group together in order to not be singled out, but it did little to delay the inevitable.

While this was all happening, Ser Jon continued to fight valiantly from atop his mount.

Every time the aged knight swung his sword one of the Mountain's men died or was grievously wounded.

Daenerys couldn't help but stare in awe as the old knight fought with the intensity and determination of a griffon protecting its own.

But as Ser Jon continued to ride his horse around the carriage, decapitating any enemy that got too close, he was suddenly met with the sight of Ser Gregor Clegane himself.

The imposing visage of the giant man, now unhorsed and his greatsword already dripping with blood, as he stood in his path made even the Old Griffon momentarily pause.

But not for long, as Ser Jon quickly regained his courage and began running his horse directly at the giant man, his sword held up and ready.

Despite his gray hairs, the old man was the image of a valiant knight protecting a princess.

It filled Daenerys with a strong sense of belief that Ser Jon was going to slay the monster that had appeared.

Until tragedy struck.

In a monstrous display of unnatural strength, Ser Gregor first planted his greatsword deep into the ground before lunging forward when Ser Jon's horse came within reach.

Then, he wrapped his thick, beefy arms around the horse's neck, completely stopping its charge as if it ran into an immovable object.

Absolute shock was blatantly obvious on Ser Jon's face as he witnessed the feat from atop his horse, but he still raised his sword up to strike down at the giant.

Unfortunately, Ser Gregor wasn't quite done yet and he used his hold on the equestrian to shockingly enough raise both the horse and Ser Jon into the air, making the old knight hold tightly onto his horse in order to stop himself from sliding off.

"How is that possible!?" Missandei whispered, fear and disbelief evident on her little face as she tried to process what her eyes were witnessing.

Daenerys herself couldn't believe what she was seeing. Never before had she seen such an insane show of strength even from Perseus who she knew was unnaturally strong for his build.

After raising the horse off its hooves, Ser Gregor let out a guttural roar before he brutally slammed the beast onto its side.

A pained scream escaped Ser Jon's mouth as one of his legs was crushed under the weight of the horse.

Swiftly retrieving his greatsword, it took only one strike by Ser Gregor to chop the horse's clean head off.

"Fuck!" Ser Jon cursed in pain as he was now effectively trapped underneath the corpse of the horse while the hulking form of Ser Gregor calmly walked over to him.

As the defeat of the knight became clear, the fighting was essentially coming to an end as the remaining soldiers were either ruthlessly killed or ran off to save themselves, though they were still pursued by the cruel men of Ser Gregor.

"No, no, no!" Ignoring the protests of Missandei, Daenerys ran out of the carriage to her knight and collapsed beside him, her arms hopelessly trying to shove the horse off of his leg.

Seemingly enjoying her dread filled cries, a demonic laugh reverberated through Ser Gregor's helm.

Planting his sword back into the ground, he began pulling off his helm, revealing beady, black eyes and a cruel smile.

"No, Daenerys you must run!" Ser Jon shouted at her in desperation, but they both knew that she wouldn't be able to escape from the Mountain and his men, even if she had a horse.

All around the Mountain's men began dismounting and crowded around them.

Some of them laughed and jeered at the wounded and downed Ser Jon while others set their focus on her, countless eyes hungrily gazed at her with clear intention.

But even among all of these gazes, the most disturbing was from the Mountain himself.

Utter horror and revulsion filled Daenerys as the giant's gaze slowly roamed all over her body.

Despite being covered in a modest white dress, the man's beady eyes made her feel completely bare and disgusted as if worms were crawling over her skin.

As if finding her satisfactory, Ser Gregor nodded his head. "Yes, you are a true dragon." He rumbled.

"If you dare touch her I'll kill you, you son of whore!" Ser Jon began yelling furiously, his hands reaching for his sword.

Annoyance flashed across the Mountain's face and before she could even register, the hulking knight crossed the short distance between them, lifted up a trunk-like leg and brought it down with unstoppable force.

*Splat*

…

A bit of blood and brain matter was splattered across Daenerys's porcelain pale face as she stared down in absolute shock at the bloody mess of skull and brains that used to be the head of Ser Jon.

The resulting scream she let out just moments after, echoed across the surrounding hills as horror, anger, despair, grief and many other emotions were let loose from within her.

"Annoying cunt!" Ser Gregor growled as simply he wiped off his bloodied, armored boot with Ser Jon's corpse as if he had just finished squashing a cockroach.

Tears flowed endlessly from Daenerys's eyes as she stared down at the remains of Ser Jon Connington. A devoted, loyal retainer who had traveled countless miles and undergone much ridicule just to watch over and protect her and her family.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Not yet at least." Ser Gregor remarks down at her with a cruel, ugly grin splitting his dog-like face.

Disgust once again filled her being when the giant of a man's eyes roamed over her again in obvious intention, but that wasn't the only thing she felt.

The blood boiling anger inside of Daenerys suddenly erupted into a fiery tempest, overwhelming any other feeling she may have had even her own rationality.

The dragon princess's next move would later be very surprising to her and anyone who heard about it.

Daenerys didn't attempt to scramble away in fear from the menacing form of the Mountain That Rides like many maidens would in her shoes, but she instead stood to her feet, scooping up the sword of Ser Jon along the way, and took on the sword stance.

At the scene of the princess of House Targaryen glaring at the imposing knight before her with boundless hate, a sword held firmly in her hands, many of the Mountain's army were stunned into silence.

Until the silence was broken by the roaring laughter of Ser Gregor. "Yes, this is what I was hoping for! As expected from a true dragon." He says with a mad gleam in his eyes, apparently unbothered by the sword wielding princess in front of him.

Meanwhile, Daenerys's grip tightened even further as her anger continued to go over its boiling point. "I'm going to kill you." She tells the Mountain with such absolute certainty and intent that it seemed to make even the giant knight hesitate.

Though this was only for a short moment. Ser Gregor snorted before he took one menacing step forward. And even though he was completely unarmed he still portrayed a level of danger that many would've expected from such a huge man.

All around, the Mountain's men began cheering at the sight of their lord stalking over to the exiled princess like a lion to a gazelle.

Ser Gregor continued taking intentionally slow steps forward. "Time to tame a dragon." His cruel smile was surely the stuff of nightmares for many men and especially women, but not her.

Daenerys Stormborn refused to cow to the monster in front of her. She would kill the Mountain or die trying.