30 Chapter 29
My letters to the realm hit the nobles like boulders.
[The mad king is dead. He died as I threw a vial of wildfire back at him. King's Landing is now under my control. All of his army has been decimated. The survivors willingly surrendered to me. Ask your spies, let them tell you what I've done. If you don't believe me, come and see.
A Targaryen will never sit on the throne of the seven kingdoms, this I swear. Their madness shall never taint this realm again.
Allan of House Curran, Conqueror of King's Landing]
I was sitting in the throne room as the men gave me their reports on the city.
The smallfolk were seemingly recovering from the day of reckoning... That was what it was being called. It helped that I informed them of the wildfire and Aerys' plans to burn the entire city and its residents with it.
I was being hailed as a hero and a savior.
"Ser Curran, Elia Martell wants to see you."
"Let her in."
The frail woman walked steadily, but, I could tell that she was terrified of me. She stood with her head held high and with a trembling voice, asked, "What are you going to do to my children? I heard you will not allow a Targaryen to sit on the throne. My children are Targaryens and the spawns of the man you hate."
My gaze bore into her as I said, "Children are the future. They are like a parchment paper with nothing written on it. It's up to their mother and father to mold the children into responsible men and women. Your children will not have a father. But, they will have their mother. Raise them well as Martells. Teach them to scorne the name of Targaryens. If, in the future, I hear of a Targaryen uprising, I'll look towards Dorne and kill every man and woman responsible. You, your brothers, their children and yours, I'll rip everyone's hearts out with my bare hands."
With apex aura working in hyperdrive, Elia was already down on her knees with terrible fear overpowering her entire self. I wasn't feeling guilt over making a helpless woman feel such hopelessness. I knew what Doran was capable of and a simple threat wasn't going to have any impact.
"If Doran tries to play any games for power, all Martells' lives are forfeit. Ambition is good, but, not at the expense of your entire bloodline. Stay in Dorne and live your life without conflict. Let others live and I'll let you live. I'll allow you to write a letter to him. You may leave now."
Jaime stepped forward to help her up, but, she refused and got up on her own. No matter how frail she was, her will was strong.
'If I'm going to involve myself in this political hell, I'd better fix it once and for all.'
When I had arrived at the walls of the city, my level was 67. After massacring thousands of Targaryen and Lannister men, my level had risen to 80.
'Status'.
[Name: Allan Curran (Human)
Title: The hunter, the savage, strongest human on Planetos, Stranger's Sword*
Class: Assassin
Level: 80
Health: 975/975
Energy: 969/969
STR: 70
DEX: 70
FOCUS: 149
VIT: 150
Unspent points: 85
Skills:
SP: 17
Sneak attack: lvl 14 (Cooldown: 5 sec)
Hide: lvl 14 (Cooldown: 30 sec)
Pummel: lvl 6 (Cooldown: 2 sec)
Assassinate: lvl 12 (Cooldown: 45 sec)
Fast reflexes: lvl 5 (Cooldown: 30 sec)
Quick strike: lvl 5 (Cooldown: 2 sec)
Expose weakness: lvl 5 (Cooldown: 10 sec)]
I added 50 stat points to vitality and the remaining 35 to focus. For the skills, I increased 'Expose weakness', 'Quick strike' and 'Fast reflexes' to 10 and the remaining 2 pints went to 'Assassinate'.
[You have reached the second milestone on your journey to be the strongest.
The limits of humanity have begun to crack.
Congratulations, you have gained a new ability.
Limit-break: Temporarily break your limits for 30 minutes. All stats increased by 300% for the duration of the ability.
Cooldown: 1 day]
Gaining that new ability gave me a lot of confidence and self-assurance. I could back my words of being an army-killer with the ability.
I didn't know how Westeros was reacting to my letters, but, one thing was certain.
'If they bring an army against me, I'll kill them all.'
(ACJTF)
Doran threw the chalice away in frustration. His sister's recent letter brought grievous news for Dorne's future.
News of Rhaegar's arrival in the borders of Dorne had actually reached his ears. Oberyn had been especially angry for what the prince had done to Elia. The young Martell was ready to make Rhaegar taste his poisoned spear.
Doran had to sit Oberyn doen and make him understand that Elia was essentially a hostage at King's Landing and any slight against the Targaryens would lead Arys to kill their sister. But, after the letter came from King's Landing, written by Elia's hand, that Aerys was dead, Doran found himself in a dilemma.
The man who had conquered the city was vehemently against the Targaryen rule. It was understandable after the heinous acts of Aerys and whatever madness ailed Rhaegar. But, a Targaryen rule also ensured that Dornish blood was going to rule the seven kingdoms.
Aegon's survival and succession to the throne was key to Dorne's prosperity and greatness.
He still couldn't believe that a single man was able to not only infiltrate into the city, but, kill the king as well. Also, how did he sway the Targaryen and Lannister men to surrender to him? Doran couldn't fathom it.
Until he learnt something even more far fetched.
Allan Curran, a commoner who created his own house at the tourney of Harrenhal, had attacked the city in open rebellion, slaughtered his way through thousands of heavily armed men with a pair of spikes and a halberd, and burned Aerys with his own wildfire.
It was laughably ridiculous.
The other lords had similar opinions as well. It was simply impossible.
He was thinking of amassing his army and sending Oberyn to King's Landing when a guard rushed in and shouted, "Lord Martell!! Lord Martell!!"
Doran frowned at the guard's frazzled appearance and asked, "What is it?"
"L-Lyanna Stark! My lord! Lyanna Stark has escaped from the prince's captivity after killing Ser Gerold Hightower!!"
"What?! How?!"
"S-She killed him with a spoon!!"
(ACJTF)
A/N: There. Now let me study. My surgery book ain't gonna study itself. Just looking at them gives me anxiety.
Never choose to become a doctor. It's a hellish journey where everyone around you treats you with nothing but disrespect.
Get cussed at by the teachers, by the seniors and then, by the fucking dunderheads who come to you for treatment. Fucking treat yourselves at home if you think the doctor is trying to rip you off, you ungrateful shits!! 11 fucking years of studying and spending millions on education and then you get shat on by a numbskull and their equally stupid family members.
