In a room, some men sat at several tables discussing the movements of their allies.
"Yiyi will attack Meeren, although they asked for the slave bay as a reward, they have already transported a thousand armed ships," said one of them.
"Because there would be problems, as long as the slave market opens, we are fine, we have already lost a lot of income with Daenerys Targaryen, much more with what happened in Volantis," the other said.
"What does it matter who gets the slave cities as long as we can buy and sell?" asked another.
The others nodded.
"Qarth is also preparing, I believe his wish is Valyria," said another.
The others shrug.
"Although it is a shame that the assassin failed, the king of Valyria now knows our movements, we failed at Volantis because the Starks intervened, makes me want to support the Lannisters," said another.
"No, we don't get involved in wars in the West unless there are good profits, between Tywin and King's Landing, they already owe us more than ten million gold dragons," said the other.
It was one of their conversations, some wanted to make a profit from Westeros, the others did not want to take the risk.
"Until the war against Valyria is over, I doubt we'll be able to reach Westeros," one of the men reported.
His statement was supported.
"Well, there won't be much left, our ships and those of Pentos were reduced, the golden company fled, but between Qarth and Yiti everything will end soon," said another hopefully.
"What about the dragons?" said another.
"He doesn't control them, according to information, even in Astapor one was shot down," said another.
The others nodded.
"Then we will wait until Slaver's Bay and Valyria fall, once it does, I think taking Volantis will be best," said another.
Many nodded.
"It's centralized with more accessible markets," said another.
Others nodded again.
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Jon was talking to Oberyn about Aegon.
"So you think your father would bend the knee?" he asked.
Jon shrugged.
"I don't know, but Sansa and Aegon's engagement is old news already, I would find it strange if he didn't do it, Father was never interested in reigning," he said.
Oberyn nodded.
"So what do you plan to do?" Jon asked curiously.
"Go to the Riverlands, I plan to speak personally with Ned Stark, and also meet my nephew," he said.
"Ashara informed me that she would leave for the Riverlands too, after the fall of the Tullys, I think she wants to help Father," he said.
Oberyn was not surprised.
"They have an old history between them, if I accompany Ashara it would be better, it would be a way to see your father without setbacks" he informed.
Jon nodded.
It was a good idea.
"Will she go with her daughters, or will one of them stay with Rhaenys?" he asked.
"I'll go with Tyene, she's the most social, Obara and Nymeria will stay, I hope it's not a bother," he said.
Jon shook his head.
"They are cousins of the queen, as far as I'm concerned they can stay as long as they want, although I doubt Rhaenys will sit idly by in the war, it took all my powers of persuasion to convince her not to come with me against the masters of Meeren, now that I'm attacking on two fronts, she will undoubtedly support Daenerys," he said.
"All the more reason for them to stay. Speaking of which, how does my niece have powers? " he asked.
"As far as I know, the Starks were blessed by the old gods, how the blessing works I have no idea" Jon replied.
He wasn't going to tell him his theories.
"Did Daenerys get them too?" this curious man asked.
Jon nodded.
"Also, from what I understand, Lady Stark, and Robb's wife," he said.
Oberyn looked interested.
"Would you like another one, I have six daughters, and a niece" he said with a smile.
Jon looked uncomfortable.
"Err, no thanks, but I have two other brothers, who I think are still single," he said.
Oberyn nodded.
"That's good to know," he said, walking away with a smile.
Jon sighed as he watched him leave.
"Maybe it was a mistake to say that" he muttered.
[T/N: The system should have an access block so that the starks can block access if a wife/husband betrays them.]
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Bran looked at the white room, the boy had gained a level, while they were sailing he had reached level 18 with 4 skill points.
He left the ship and noticed Rickon who was training with his blades, they had passed Dragon Rock a few hours ago, and were a few more from their objective, Storm's End, he didn't know what would happen.
They still hadn't seen the Ironborn.
But he knew they would be there.
It didn't really matter.
He would show them who they were.
This time they weren't in Winterfell facing two children.
They would be in the storm and face the winter.
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Arya looked over the ship's railing, she could see King's Landing already.
"Just a few minutes, miss," said Davos.
The girl didn't say anything, the city was her goal, she didn't expect to return so soon.
"I'll steal the queen then" she muttered.
Then she blinked and remembered what the former smuggler had just told her.
She looked at him with a frown.
"I mean, Arya," he said nervously.
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The old Lion was frustrated, his assassins failed with the Starks, they killed the Tullys, but not Ned Stark who was more important.
That brought chaos at least, but he knew Ned Stark was moving, buying him some time but nothing more.
And he spent a fortune.
He hoped the next assassin would succeed, but he knew it would take longer and longer, next time the Starks would be prepared.
He knew he had to do something.
"That damn sparrow" he muttered.
He had requested that Margaery be returned to him so that he would have some control over the Tyrells.
But the priest refused without giving him a trial.
The old man wanted to eliminate him immediately, but he couldn't do it without everything ending in a riot.
"A Lannister always pays his debts," he promised.
[T/N: a Lannister can get fucked raw in the ass]
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Oberyn calmly left the ship, his daughter with him, Ashara ahead. Ned Stark was waiting for them, the prince noticed Ashara's gaze on Ned, his on her.
He remembered his old story.
' This is awkward, ' thought the prince of Dorne.
"Ned" the beautiful woman greeted in a whisper.
"Ashara, it's good to see you...Alive" he said.
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow and shrugged.
"I suppose you are already aware of everything," she said.
He nodded and turned to look at Oberyn.
"Prince Oberyn, time has passed, I think the last time was at Trident," he said.
Oberyn nodded.
"Back then, we were on opposite sides, Lord Stark. By the way, the King of Valyria sends you his regards" he said.
Ned nodded.
"Please follow me, Riverrun welcomes you, we have already set aside rooms for you," he said.
The prince nodded.
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Arya looked at the white room, a few days ago she sneaked into King's Landing and leveled up using her infiltration skills.
She walked to the computer.
{Name: Arya Stark
Title: murderer/torturer
Skill Points: 7
Level: 29 (0/19900)
Health: 1500/1500
Mana: 4300/4300
Attributes: Low
Skills: 2
Concealment magic level: 6
Cursed magic level: 5
Do you want to spend seven skill points and gain the level 7 concealment magic skill?
Yes/No}
She pressed yes.
{Concealment magic Level: 7
Cost: 185 mana per spell
Summons poisonous threads (Paralysis, Blindness, or Lethal) }
The girl looked curious, her last levels were almost the same, poison mechanisms, darts, bombs, and now threads.
The girl left the room.
Wearing her septa uniform and carrying a tray of food, she moved through the corridors of the Sept until she reached the door where Margaery was.
Some guards were watching her.
But Arya had already researched the situation and created a reasonable character so that the guards would believe her.
A septa of plebeian origin, shy, who did not look anyone in the face.
"Read minds" she muttered, listening to his thoughts.
"Food for the queen," she said.
The guards nodded.
She entered the room and saw her praying.
" Another one, when they leave me alone, I hope I can get out once and for all " She heard the queen's thoughts.
"Very soon," said Arya.
"Excuse me?" Margaery asked confused.
"Food, your majesty," said Arya, placing it on the table.
The girl walked over and looked at Arya.
' Northern? "'she thought.
The girl walked away and Maergery watched as she walked out the door. She looked at her plate of basic chicken and vegetables, and noticed a note underneath the plate.
'Prepare yourself, your majesty, your grandmother promised an annulment to your wedding with Tommen, will be extracted from the Sept at night, and will marry Robb Stark.'
Margaery blinked as she read it.
"I will stop being queen" she whispered uncomfortably.
Her goal was to be queen.
On the other hand, she knew that the Starks would win the war, if only she had given Tommen a son he could fight, but in her situation it was impossible.
' What are you planning, Grandma? Is Loras still here? ' she thought.
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Ned saw Ashara and Catelyn talking in a corner.
He was uncomfortable with that.
He didn't want his first love and his wife to be alone, but Catelyn seemed more open to Ashara, even smiling a few times.
After the death of her brother and uncle, she closed herself off, and Ashara apparently had the ability to bring her out of her world, which was a good thing.
He looked at Oberyn.
"Aegon will marry Sansa in a few days, as I said, my support is in him, although he is not in public, unfortunately, the Targaryens have as many allies as enemies," he said.
Oberyn nodded.
"But after their wedding, you'll be family," he said.
"He's family now, his sister is married to my son, although it's true, my support for Aegon will be public by then, and he will become known," said the guardian of the north.
Oberyn nodded.
"The Martells have sought justice for Elia for many years, if the support for Aegon is real, I do not doubt that my brother and all of Dorne will support the north," he said.
"I assumed as much, even so, if even Aegon cannot take the Iron Throne, I will separate the North and the Riverlands from the rest of the kingdoms, and he will keep the Riverlands" he informed him.
Oberyn looked at him curiously.
"You will not accept another king, other than Aegon?" he asked.
Ned shook his head.
"Stannis is dead, the only kings are the Lannisters and I am at war with them, if Aegon is crowned, the North will bend the knee, if not, it will be a separate kingdom," Ned said.
Oberyn nodded.
"Sounds perfect to me, I have no doubt that Doran plans the same, but even so, your allies in Volantis and Valyria would be of help," said the prince of Dorne.
"Unfortunately, with their problems with the iron bank, they will be busier than us" reported the northern guardian.
"Possibly, but if Bravos falls, Valyria will gain the fortunes of the Iron Bank, enough to pay for ten wars," he said.
Ned shrugged.
"We won't know until it falls," he said.
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Arya smiled in satisfaction, she had already sent Loras to the ship.
The boy was locked in the dungeon, it was really easy to find him.
Arya would have rescued him sooner if she had known how simple it was to rescue him. She just carried food dressed in her septa costume, killed the guard, and teleported Loras with her. Loras could barely move, so he barely had any protection, it was just one guard per day and a different one per night, she would take care of one and the other wouldn't show up for several hours, giving her plenty of time.
Ser Davos was waiting for them twenty kilometers out to sea.
But the thing was that she needed to rescue them both and if she rescued one, the other would be guarded more securely.
So she had to wait for the perfect time.
That was now.
Loras was already safe.
Only Margaery remained.
The girl left traps in the great hall, in the kitchens, even in the dungeon where Loras had been locked up.
If all went well, when the explosions started she would take out Margaery.
The girl waited in the kitchens, she had experimented with the poison threads, these were almost invisible like the fishing rod lines, they were specifically summoned with a poison inside, Arya was not affected by the poison because she was the summoner.
These threads were imbued with paralyzing poisons and were connected to bombs with lethal poisons.
The girl looked satisfied as she waited in the kitchen.
She knew Margaery would be taken to pray in the great hall, that was her strategy to draw her out. She could just teleport away when she brought her food, but she wanted a big show and also to save Loras.
That's why she waited for the right moment.
The fall of faith would be blamed on the Lannisters until it was known where Margaery was, which would take months.
Hopefully, some revolt will happen against the Lions.
She knew it wasn't what her father had planned when he sent her, but she would keep her promise, she wouldn't go to the Red Keep to kill the Lannisters, that didn't stop her from causing chaos in their ranks or their city.
The girl smiled with satisfaction at the idea.
If the armed faith were revealed, the Lannisters would undoubtedly destroy them, but Tywin's reputation would be even more ruined than it was.
The fact that a religion turned against him implied that the gods did too, a consequence of the Red Wedding.
That could even turn his soldiers against him.
The girl licked her lips.
She would like everything to end like this.
But she doubted it.
Tywin, for all his badness, was not an idiot.
It was then that an explosion was heard, a dozen screams appeared in the chapel.
Arya arrived at the white room.
"There must have been a lot more that fell than I planned" she muttered.
She had leveled up to level 30 with 3 skill points before leaving the room.
Arya sighed and teleported to the queen's room.
"How did you get here? Magic?" Margaery whispered.
Arya walked over to her and put a finger to her lips.
"Shh," she whispered.
Margaery looked at her uncomfortably and Arya pulled her towards her.
"Stay still" She whispered in her ear.
Maergery's nerves were on edge.
"My brother?" she asked.
"Safe," Arya told her.
Margaery nodded.
"Close your eyes" Arya whispered in her ear.
For a few moments, footsteps were heard and she begged for everything to end, then the only thing that was heard were the waves of the sea hitting against wood, the aroma changed to something salty.
Margaery opened her eyes and she was on a boat, Arya let go of her.
"Your brother is in the dressing room, why don't you go see him?"
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