Ch.86

We left Pentos the next day and headed for Dorne, where we'd wait and watch things play out. The ship we got on was headed to slavers bay while I opened a portal to my chambers just outside Skyreach. Robert and his group had barely left while Brann was injured and all that fun stuff. Daenerys was confused while the rest knew enough so they told her of my magic.

I brought out deer meat, cooking it before letting the dragons out to eat it. I told Daenerys. "Go explore. We're in Dorne near Skyreach. Let the dragons play, perch and eat their fill. The maids will be called to attend you all at your pleasures. There are books to read if you're interested in fantasy stories and myths or if you wish to learn new things like languages, cultures or other such knowledges. You'll find no Maester nor mortal alive has as much knowledge as the library in this place."

I waved a hand to Ros. "Bathes, silks, gold threads, whatever your heart desires can be found within these walls."

I rang a bell on a string and a young maid with an eldery couple came and I told them to call in the full staff to introduce themselves to the ladies and their new mistresses. I relaxed for a few hours, taking each of them besides Daenerys as the mood struck me before heading out and telling them to stay on the property for now until Robert fucks himself to death so I can keep my word and return to Dorne officially as it's king.

I stepped through a portal and walked a bit in the snow to a house I knew well enough. There I met with and killed Caster before Gilly, the newest woman amongst them told me she was to be wed to him tonight. I shrugged and burned his body, telling her she was now mine. I told them to pack their things before taking Gilly in Caster's bed.

She was a bit dull between the ears and moaned a lot when she lost her virginity, but she didn't complain when I helped her get to where we'd been going. The others asked if I was to be their husband and I shook my head telling them Gilly was my salt wife, but the rest would be given places to stay in Dorne where they'd never be cold or grow hungry.

I told them they'd have to learn to work simple jobs or join a whore house, but that was their decision. Gilly asked if she needed to join and I shook my head, saying she'd want for nothing and neither would the brats she has with me. We left through a portal and I dropped them off before introducing Gilly to the others. I left again while she got situated and headed back north where I wandered a bit while Caster's old house was emptied.

The hogs and other stuff had been taken with the women so it was just a cold place with a pile of ashes that remained of Caster. It took a while to find the free folk, but after that finding Ygritte wasn't hard. Convincing her to welcome me into her tent was even less hard. We fucked for hours and damn was she tight.

She complained that she hadn't had nothing nearly as big and it sort of hurt, but I gripped her ass and bounced her faster, spilling seed in her. I offered to take her south of the wall to the furthest point south and let her live as one of my women in comfort and warmth, protected, so long as she swore off all other men. She asked about the others and I told her I wasn't fucking or bringing others, nor was I interested in them.

She hesitated before agreeing, saying I'd best not expect her to change for me though. I shrugged, warning her she wouldn't be my wife, just another of my dozen or so women. Still, I promised all the food, water and warmth she could stand. She was already in so I told her to grab what she wanted to take and we'd leave.

When she was ready, I opened a portal and we went through before I introduced her to the others. I wandered off with Daenerys and took her for a second time, giving her much more pleasure now. We had sex missionary, cowgirl and doggy style, the last ended up with her approval since she hadn't been raped in that position. She squirted the third time due to me hitting just the right spot.

I kissed her lips after joining her in laying on the pillows. She said I was right, she'd enjoyed it more. I stroked her pale thighs and told her as my hand went to her belly. "Soon you'll conceive a child and then it'll be a struggle to keep you well sexed because you could get too tight and it could hurt more when the baby is due."

She told me I'd have to just keep having my way with her then. She regretted that later being quite sore when Doreah came to run her a bath. Doreah found herself taking Daenerys's place under me so she barely got out more than a few words before moans and gasps took all her air. She barely made it out dripping a trail and wobbling an hour later, too fucked to dress at all, much like Daenerys.

Soon all the females I'd brought found I was insatiable. It must've been all the years as a monk or something because they each tapped out until only Gilly was still going and that was only because she didn't know better. She was tired, full and clearly exhausted, but there she was bent over and moaning while I pulled free of her leaking mess, asking if I wanted her more.

Ros told the poor girl it was enough for now and told me to go find the salt wife elsewhere or go without. I shrugged and searched for Osha, using magic once I entered Winterfell and tracing her further north. I found her with two others about to take part in a three way until her friends saw me.

They decided to attack so I ripped their hearts out and burned the bodies before taking Osha myself. She moaned and let me have my way with her while I gave her a lot of pleasure from my fingers to my tongue and my general experience. When we finished a few hours later, I laid across the furs and asked if she'd like to be one of my women, protected, well fed and out of the fucking cold.

I warned her of the price and told her that I'd make her immortal like so very few women I had now would be. She agreed, asking if I was part giant cause she'd never been fucked by someone so big before. I chuckled before dressing and told her I wasn't even from this world. I told her she'd learn more in time, but I wasn't a god nor a child of the forest as some of my women whisper about.

She snorted saying I was no child so that was definitely out. Chuckling, I made a portal and brought her with me to the south. There she shed a few layers and found the maids odd. I told her they weren't slaves, but paid to look after the small tasks so I can focus on the larger ones.

Sighing, I told her nearly a hundred years ago everyone in Dorne was free. They paid a few taxes, but only enough to help make their lives better. I told her that men and women were equal whether they be bastards or lords, the only difference was how much land they owned and how loyal they were to their king. I leaned against the crystal pillar and sighed. "At one point Dorne lived in peace. The criminals went to the wall to become crows and there were even volunteers from the people to go to the wall and protect the south against the white walkers."

I looked to Osha. "For eight thousand years Dorne was relatively peaceful minus a few hundred wars and rebellions of high lords wanting to be king. The common men and women were happy with their immortal king because they knew that he'd spent all of his time teaching them and striving to make their lives better, easier and more comfortable."

She raised an eyebrow. "So you had no time of your own then?"

I shrugged. "I spent night and day working, teaching and helping my people. Sure, some lords who wanted to rule because they wanted power tried to kill me, but nothing can. When I arrived in this world, Brandon Stark had built his wall and I fell off the damned thing before my ride exploded in fire atop me at the bottom. Sure, it took a few weeks to heal, mostly because the frostbite damage I got from being in the cold after the fire burned away my clothes, but nothing worked to end me. Not that and not dragon fire during the war nearly a century ago."

She raised an eyebrow before asking. "Are you a god?"

I shook my head. "Just a man with a strange power to go wherever I want and to heal so fast I can't even age or get sick anymore. Beyond that I'm a really old warrior whose mastered several skills, nothing more."

She stepped into my arms and I stroked her ass before slapping it lightly. "Come, let's get you settled. Then you can see the dragons if you'd like. They're just babies, but there are ten of them."

We arrived at the estate a few minutes later and the women were relaxing while Margaery was teaching Gilly things. They'd all taken her as a pet project of sorts. They met Osha and Ygritte asked what she was doing there. I told her it was the same as her before walking to Daenerys, kissing her, before walking to Margaery and doing the same.

I stroked Margaery's stomach telling her. "You've conceived. You're officially pregnant now."

She was happy to hear that and we shared a more lasting kiss before I stood up and told them of Osha, where I found her and that she was mine now, just like they were. Daenerys asked if there was any news so I walked to the pool of water the dragons were swooping around to snatch fish. I chuckled and sat on a pillow, waving a hand as the pool of water shimmered.

It changed to Robert and the rest heading south. The sounds came with it so the others came to watch. Osha asked if it was how I found her. I shrugged. "I was horny and they were sore and tired, so I found the most beautiful ready woman I could. Didn't think two men were about to have her nor that they'd come at me to try and kill me, but I got the ready woman fast enough."

Osha merely smiled and we watched the images change to Joffrey tormenting a fat kid, Arya standing up to him and her wolf getting killed when it defended her. I told them who the little bastard was before telling Daenerys. "That madness is a result of Cersei Lannister fucking Jaime Lannister to beget the brat and her babying the child like a spoiled brat. He has no concept of right or wrong and no control over his dark impulses to lust for seeing the pain and suffering of others."

I sat back. "If he takes the throne a new mad king will be born through him. He will become a tyrant and his people will suffer for it."

Daenerys asked. "Was Aerys really like that?"

I shook my head. "No, not at first and never out of cruelty. No, he was a decent king at first, but as with many cases of incest, the child can experience mental instabilities at any point in their lives. For Aerys, it was later when he became paranoid beyond reason. Saw foes where friends were and executed his allies. He had the tongue of a lord ripped out for speaking to the rumors that he'd gone mad, becoming increasingly unstable. The death of your brother sent him over the edge fully."

I sighed wearily. "I remember the day Robert killed the boy. I split off from Robert's campaign and did what I could to help Rhaegar's wife and son. See, he'd fallen out of love with the Martell girl and married the Stark girl in secret. Not too bright, but love isn't about thinking. No, they were in love and he'd died defending that love instead of admitting it to the world before marrying the girl. Sure, Robert would've rebelled, but the Starks wouldn't have sided with him, the Riverlands nor the Vale neither."

I shrugged. "Anyways, after Rhaegar's death, Aerys ordered the alchemist guild to make massive quantities of wild fire. He intended to burn Kings Landing to the ground rather than step down peacefully. Your mother was sent to the Dragonstone with your brother Viserys to be protected."

Margaery asked. "Are Targaryens really dragons?"

I chuckled and held Daenerys as she stiffened, looking to me for the answers. I sighed. "Valyrians didn't fuck dragons, be they Targaryen or not. No, they were like me in a way, magical and with that magic they learned to tame and raise dragons as beasts of war. It was only when they started their conquest of Essos that they claimed to be dragons because a few had a slight immunity to fire like Daenerys here. In truth those few had been protected by the magics of the dragons awakening and passed it on to later generations."

I rubbed Daenerys's stomach sighing. "No sane woman would fuck a dragon and even if the experience didn't kill her, she wouldn't be pregnant by it without a serious amount of magic to alter her own blood to be compatible. No, Targaryens aren't dragons made flesh, it's just a rumor they started to make their enemies believe it and fear them. Unfortunately many were so mentally unstable from generations of inbreeding that they themselves began to believe it."

I pulled Daenerys's chin to face me. "Fear not my little mother of dragons, it changes nothing between us because your immunity and my healing will be passed to our children and they will be immune to most things including disease, poison, fire and if the healing is strong enough in them, death itself like me."

She shuddered. "But I'm not a dragon."

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter, you're the mother of dragons and you will be immortal, outliving any dragon."

Ygritte asked. "Why haven't you taken a queen before now? Back when you ruled Dorne I mean."

I shrugged. "All my thoughts were on how best to help my people, what I can do to improve their lives and dealing with the Martell's assassination attempts every few centuries. If I'd lost women and children then, I might've been the first mad king, gone insane with grief. As it is, the Martells will remember the cost of the throne for centuries to come. They barely lasted a century as is and their house is on a decline. One male sits on the throne surrounded by bastard daughters he refuses to claim as legitimate blood children and Dorne is constantly attacked by Iron Born, withering under the crown from it's once great kingdom."

I waved a hand and the water shimmered, showing all the deceiving, destruction and shit the lives of the people had become. I sighed. "The boy Targaryen swore Dorne and it's people wouldn't be affected by outside influences. He swore that if Dorne were attacked by outsiders the seven would unite to defend them. Now Targaryens no longer sit on the throne except by distant relation, Dorne's wealth is spent, it's lands are ravished by Iron Born raiders and those who were raised in the old ways have contacted me for training. I spent the last seventeen years rebuilding Dorne's strength under the nose of everyone."

I flicked a finger and the water rippled, showing the sand camps with tens of thousands of warriors. "They wanted peace and it cost them their king by Targaryen law, so now they wish their immortal king to return and bring prosperity back to Dorne. Each day more and more gather to be trained in the old ways, as equals between men and women, to fight for what is theirs and to bring peace back to their lands."

I sighed. "The Martells are broken, hell bent on revenge on the Lannisters and Gregor Clegane for having raped their sister and killed her and her children. The Lannisters ordered it so there's no way around them wanting the Lannisters and Clegane dead. This will see to the fall of their house if they're not careful."

The images faded and more came, those of the white walkers in the north, the free folk, Jon Snow, the king, Melissandi, Verys, Littlefinger, Brann Stark, Cersei and lastly Ned. I grunted as the images floated around like bubbles. "Change is never about one event in time. It's always a confluence of events compounded over time to produce the results. Just like life is never ending change. Watch and see if you'd like, but know that until Robert's time is passed, I will not act. I promised that I'd not break Dorne from the throne until then and I will keep my promise."

I waved over Kayla with Doreah and stood, letting the dragons crawling all over me and sleeping on me, wake and move to Danny, my lovely pale wife. She had them piled around her, snapping until they went to sleep again. I kissed Daenerys's forehead and told her not to dwell on an old battle saying and instead focus on what she is, a strong, beautiful princess who will be immortal and live in comfort, helping me help our people if she so desires.

Daenerys nodded and smiled before sharing a deep kiss with me, saying Doreah and Margaery taught her that. I chuckled and dropped my hand into her dress before her eyes went wide I withdrew my hand and told her that I learned that one from Ros. Doreah and Kayla amused me for a bit before they could no longer hold out and passed out in the sheets, double stuffed and gaping apiece.

I grabbed a hot bath and Osha was there so she really needed a bath when we finished. I held her while humming and washed her back for her. My long hair was finally cut and no illusions need be applied there. I left for a bit, heading to the north where I took Myranda and Violet from the Bolton household, dropping them through a portal into a pool in Dorne.

They hadn't yet been abused and twisted by Ramsay Bolton so the blushing young maids found themselves free of their virginities and well fucked soon after arriving. Margaery told them who I was and that they were two in a harem of eleven with two wives aside for now. They were quite tired and sore when Margaery shoo'd me away saying I'd injure them if I fucked them more.

They were taken to be cleaned, covered in silks and adorned in robes of the finest fashions. I growled and headed to my salt wife on the seas, finding Yara on the Iron Islands telling her uncle how I beat down her entire crew and made her my salt wife. He wasn't pleased to hear it and said he'd cut any brats I put in her out. I appeared and stood before him and the rest of his men growling. "Just try it and I'll bend you over and make a salt wife out of you as well over the blood and corpses of your men little Greyjoy boy."

He told the guards to seize me and with a flick of my wrists, they were dead. Throwing stars nailed into the walls behind them while half their throats were torn away. Two collapsible swords came out of my sleeves and Balon Greyjoy had a trace of fear in his face. Still, the stubborn bastard told me to take my whore and leave because no bastard of Dorne would sit atop his throne.

I shrugged when Yara scowled and took her to Dorne. She joined the group of clinically well fucked women and soon time was passing quickly as we watched within a month Robert was dead. The Martells gave way to the rebellion and I ascended the palace with my new throne. The Martell brat hadn't even carved a new throne so he was clearly undeserving as he only wore the prince's crown.

He stood aside while the Maester took the crystal crown and placed it on my head, crowning me king of Dorne once more. I sighed as a ripple of magic burst forth like a great wave. The pillars glowed and the walls of Dorne with them as the country was magically repaired. Walls were rebuilt, roads uncovered and oasis's regrown.

I looked to Oberyn Martell. "Your house has failed to keep with the traditions and so the country suffered for it, became weaker and gave way to others as Dorne's wealth was squandered by your ancestors. I don't blame you, but I mourn your sister's loss as I do all those of Dorne that have died because of your ancestors failings."

Two soft glass and watery like thrones grew on one side of mine with an empty one on the other. Daenerys and Margaery took their seats, knowing the other was Sansa's when she was ready. I turned to my Generals. "While the lands are repaired, the wealth of Dorne and the pride of it's people are not yet so. Disperse the army and begin training every man and woman in the old ways. Dorne will become strong again and this time there will be no capitulation to outside forces. Gather the commanders afterwards and meet me in the council chambers."

They saluted and I turned to the merchant guild. "As for you lot, you have some serious explaining to do, not just to me, but to the people of Dorne. Favoring outside influences is against the guild law and has been since it's founding. Then again, stealing and over pricing Dorne's people is against it's highest law so do keep that in mind when half of you are sent to the wall to join the Night's Watch. You will head to the council chambers after the Generals and I have discussed Dorne's future with the lords here. For now you're dismissed to think on your actions and how you will answer for your thieving crimes."

They trembled and fled quickly while I turned my gaze to the whore's guild leader, or as it's known in secret, the Intelligence Guild. I told her. "You and I have much to discuss later in my private chambers. Do brush up on the old records of your establishment before we meet."

She nodded and saluted me before leaving. I turned to the lords and grunted. "You all have forgotten what it means to be Dornish men. What it means to be the stone in sand or the scorpion's sting. You've grown soft, compliant and submissive to outsiders. This stops now. Anymore attempts to favor outsiders and their influence here will result in being branded a traitor and force out of Dorne to the wall or to the sea. I will not tolerate it and more importantly, our people will not tolerate it. You will be the lords your nobility demands and do what is best for the people or you will be stripped of your titles and banished to the wall."

They bowed and I moved, slamming them each to the ground. I spit at their feets. "Dornish men and women do not bow. We do not bend knee and we don't capitulate. We stand, we salute and we honor those beside us. If you kneel your legs had best be fucking broken. If you bow you'd best have been castrated because you represent the people of Dorne. If you bow again I will shove my blades up your asses and split you in half."