Chapter 7: The Sed Sons

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  I stood by the window of my bedroom. Red Temple’s highest floors provided a beautiful view, I had to admit. The moon lighted my face while the night breeze ruffled my hair. I watched the distant stars, my gaze looking at the unfamiliar vas.

  Evears looked different from Earth. I reized none of the steltions.

  This pce… wasn't some distant p in a distant gaxy or even a parallel world. It was a whole other universe. I missed Earth sometimes. I wasn't someone important ba that pce, but it was still home.

  I guess this is my home now, even with my 22 years of memory as Viserys, that seemed a hard truth to swallow. But at least I mao swallow it at all.

  “You seem lost, my king,” a soft voice, so melodic that men might mistake it for a song, called from behind. I didn't turn. Warm hands ed around me from behind as a warm, naked body pressed against my shirtless back.

  Kinvara hugged me, resting her head on my back. She was showing incredible affe after my performance from yesterday m till tonight. Just 13 points in END, and I could go for almost two days. It helped that she was hot as fuck, too.

  “Stargazing.”

  “Your expression is too mencholic for just that, no?” She asked, and I shrugged. She huffed. “More than stars, why not appreciate that red line?”

  She peeked from my shoulders and poi the Red et.

  The red lihat painted a part of the sky. It had been days, but it hadn't vanished. It had e to be when the dragon egg hatched, and it remaiill.

  It was heaven's annouhat a dragon was born.

  “People are making so many different theories about that,” she said. “Someday they'd know the truth.”

  “Someday.”

  “Speaking of that, when are you pnning to reveal your dragons? If you do that, a lot of noble families from Westeros will show you their support,” Kinvara said. I put a hand behind me, yanking her arm, and made her sit on the window. Leaning in and kissing her, I pulled back as she smirked. “You could have just said it if you wanted me to shut up.”

  “You're a smart woman,” I smiled back. “So stop saying dumb stuff. Just my name would earhousand assassins. And if my enemies learn that I own a dragon now? King Robert two weeks ago, aark will get executed tomorrow. Robert Baratheon wants my sister dead simply because she carries Drogo’s child. His son will sit ohrone, and he will not hesitate to send an army to kill me and my dragon.”

  “Haah, you're very aware of the political situation,” Kinvara said. “Then what are you pnning? Do you pn to hide your dragon in that dark space forever? It- she's a wild creature. She o spread her wings to bee bigger. To bee helpful to you.”

  “Not forever. I'll let Viserion fly soon,” I said. “As for my pns… I pn to go to Westeros and ally myself with Dorne. I was eo Princess Arianne Martell. 17 years ago. It was only broken because I had to flee Westeros after Robert took the throhe Dornish are still loyal to my house. They'll accept me. Especially when I show my dragon to them. They won't leak the informatioher.”

  “But…”

  “But as sure as I am, there always be variables. So I'll need an army to fix that. To make them trust me more. A dragon is a solid bargain. For the st three hundred years, it was armies that won war, nons. There's no way around it.” I expined myself, and she hummed.

  “Have you thought of the Unsullied?”

  “Have you decided to leen thousand gold s to buy them?”

  She smiled cheekily and looked away. “Unfortunately, the money of the Church of Light isn't mio spend, my dearest king.”

  “That’s what I thought,” I shook my head and sighed. Even if she saw me as Ahor Ahai, she wasn't the only High Priestess in the world. She couldn't do as she pleased. Plus, I didn't want to rely ooo much. “I'm pnning to take on the Sed Sons.”

  The Sed Sons, like many merary panies, had a strong tradition of following strength and leadership. If someoed their leaders, it was likely that they would follow the new leader, as these panies respected power and the ability to and.

  She raised an eyebrow at my words, and I expined, “Most members of the Sed Sons are sons of ndless lords or ss of houses to which they are not heirs. But the majority of them still want their names written off in the pages of history.”

  “I am aware,” she nodded.

  “If a king es to them, bearing the blood of querors, praised by a High Priestess, an exiled prih a dragoing on his shoulders, he'd likely be able to earn their loyalty after defeating their leaders. Luckily I seem to fit all those criteria.”

  “After defeating, you say,” she repeated. “Five my rudeness, my king, but as impressive as your spear’s performan bed was, you aren't a warrior. Leaders of Sed Sons are incredible warriors. I’ve seen them fight. You’re sure you’ll win?”

  I smirked. She had seen nothing. Just my Iory alone gave me a thousand tricks, but on top of that, I had direct strength too thanks to my STR Stat. I just have to raise it. And also Level Up.

  “Kinvara,” I said, putting a hand under her armpit and raising her. She blinked. I held her in the air with one hand, he window, and basically the one in trol of her life ah. “I'm much strohan you realize.”

  “Ah…” she stammered, unsure what to say, and I put her down. My hand ran down her curves, and I smirked.

  “But you're right. Strength alone doesn't win a battle. I'll train for a few days. In the meantime, find the Sed Sons’ location for me. I'm sure your ears and eyes pick up on that quite fast,” I ordered and watched her stare at me before she slowly nodded.

  “As my king ands,” she smiled, her momentary uneasiness and shock melting in thin air, as she leaned up to kiss me and then walked away with a sway of her hips.

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  The day, I heard the news.

  Eddard Stark had beeed.

  The entire Westeros was in uproar, and the effect even reached as far as Essos. It went to show how legendary that man was. Unfortunately, with this i, the great tragedy of House Stark had begun.

  I had made a decision sihat day ih. I was going to take the Iron Throne, something that was rightfully mi was not a dream I'd have dreamt if I didn't have a dragon flying around my head right now, especially if I didn't have the System. But now, the decision was made.

  I had met a pitiful end in my st life and was given a ce to live another. I was not going to settle for mediocrity when I had all the necessary cards to aim for the pinnacle.

  So I did.

  My goals had yers, but I didn't want to dream about the higher yers at the moment, as it would sound delusional. I'd keep my eye on the Iron Throne for now.

  I trained in spearmanship for the wo weeks. Kinvara found me a good spearmanship instructor who could show me the ropes.

  He was Braavosi and taught me the spear teiques of ‘Lightning Dance’. It was an Essosi Spear Martial Arts, primarily taught in Braavos. I assumed it was a family teique of the dahat Arya Stark learned, named ‘Water Dance’.

  It was a weird thing aremely hard to pull off. But thankfully, I wasn't a total newbie in the way of the spear. As useless as the inal Viserys was, he'd received spear training when he was a kid.

  That experience allowed me some edge on the lessons, and somehow I learned very fast.

  At least, the instructor said I did. I didn't think he was giving mindless praise. He didn't know my identity, I was wearing a bck hair wig, and he had no reason to give false praise.

  “W-whoa!” The instructasped when I parried another of his attacks, sending him staggering back a little. “That… that was an impressive attack. You've e far, young man.”

  We were in a small yard in the middle of the Red Temple, where we'd been training for the st few days. My teacher was no Barristan Selmy or any endary figure, but he taught the spear well enough. Spear was easier to learn than swords, and somehow I was learning it even faster.

  I think it was my INT that helped me speed things up? I couldn’t be sure, but the results spoke for themselves. I was no master spearma, but this should be enough to defend myself with the bde without just hag down on people.

  Lightning Dance was a bit showy, which is the reason behind the ‘dance’ part, but I liked it. On top of that, as his praise left his lips, a System notificatioed me.

  [Skill Spearmanship (C) has risen to Spearmanship (B)!]

  When I first started taking these lessons, I finally gained a Skill on my own after hours of meticulous training. That proved that Skills could be earned if I spent enough time on them. Or maybe it was only limited to fighting teiques? I’d have to figure that out too.

  “Thanks,” I said, bowing in respect as I dropped my spear. It was broken in two. Footsteps came from the hallways then, and Kinvara ehe yard. She smiled.

  “It seems we don't need your lessons any longer, instructor,” she smiled at the instructor. Collect your payment from a servant. I have some private matters with Vis here.”

  The Braavosi man bowed and the.

  Kinvara walked over, her steps slow, as she stopped in front of me. “You keep surprising me. He’s one of the best around, and his students usually spend years taking lessons from him.”

  “I definitely haven't absorbed everything he teach, but this should be enough,” I said. I wasn't being humble, either. It'd have taken me a few months to absorb all the things he could teach. The man wasn't g materials to teach.

  “Oh?” She smiled. “I saw yht, it was impressive. But are you fident you'd be able to win against the Sed Sons without the full package?”

  “I suppose you've found their location since you're talking like that?” I asked, promptio just smile in response.

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  The rhythmic thudding of hooves cut through the early dusk, the sounds dulled by the distant hum of the camp ahead. The Sed Sons' encampment sprawled before us in a patchwork of tents and makeshift pavilions, smoke curling zily into the sky from scattered fires.

  It was a modest camp by the standards of Essos, housing only five hundred men, but the air of defiand disciplihat was in this pce was unmistakable. Well, in some parts anyway. Most of them look far too x.

  Uheir current leader, Mero, the Sed Sons had fallen off their glory. Perhaps sihere was no great war to fight in? They were too unruly. Although one part of the camp seemed to be training. Probably the Stromcrows, the team directly under Daario...

  I shifted slightly atop the horse, eyes narrowing as I took in the movement beyond the camp’s perimeter. There were meraries lounging, sharpening bdes, and some sparring shirtless in the warm evening. Those were strong warrior men.

  “Despite being small in hey're so notorious because of their discipline.” Beside me, Kinvara said as her crimson robes caught the fading sunlight. “Well, in the past, anyway.”

  We weren't alohis time. The guards she had brought with her fnked us, their stony expressions hidden under helmets.

  “Discipline in fighting perhaps, not in character,” Some might argue that I was the st person to talk about character, but as expected, soon a teasing whistle came from a wiry man leaning against a tent pole. He grinned with eyes glittering as he took in Kinvara.

  Others followed a low chorus of chuckles and smirks spreading through the crowd. They were as unruly as the Stone Men we’d fought, with zero respect for a priestess.

  Kinvara’s lips curled into a subtle smirk, unfazed. She didn't seem bothered. She knew what she showed, and she did so knowing that.

  “Slow down,” I said to my Dany White, and it did. We were in front of the mairahat loomed ahead, guarded by four men, their spears f a cross that barred our path.

  One of them stepped forward, his face lined with scars and suspi. “ry,” he growled. “The leaders are busy tending to an important guest.”

  I blinked, barely cealing the flicker of curiosity. An important guest? Here?

  Kinvara leaned forward, eyes sharp. “The High Priestess of the Red Temple requests an audience. Inform your leaders if they would choose to turn me away.”

  The guard’s posture shifted, uainty creeping into his rigid stance. With a sharp nod, he turned and disappeared into the maze of tents, leaving us in a silehat buzzed with watchful eyes. The moments dragged, and I spent it looking around.

  Wheurned, his breath came in shasps, eyes dartiween us and the path behind him. “They will see you,” he said, stepping aside with a relut motion.

  I exged a gh Kinvara who nodded. I urged my horse forward, and she followed, her expression veiled with an air of indifferehough I’d e to know her well enough to sehe anticipation crag beh it. She was curious about the show that'd soon unfold.

  Our protective guards led us, their presence a silent threat to a us, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My mind was already sharpening, ready for battle.

  The mai came into view, rger and open at the sides, lit by braziers that cast flickering shadows across its worn vas. I frow the sight ahead. A table stood at its heart, den with an indulgent spread of fruits and half-drained goblets.

  Around it sat three figures I reized immediately—Mero, the Titan’s Bastard, who filled the space with his barrel chest and bellowing ugh. He was the leader, while the other two were lieutenants. First rendahl na Ghezn, his face as stern, and then was Daario Naharis, the future Queen Fucker.

  None of them were ued. It was the fourth face that stopped me cold, and I felt a heat rise at the bay neck.

  It was a man not of Essos but Westeros, with broad shoulders, a tall neck, and a smile so charismatic that women would pass out on his feet. He was ughing with the others.

  Prince Oberyn of Dorne.

  The Pedro Pascal lookalike sat at ease, legs stretched and fingers ed around a goblet, the fai smirk tugging at the er of his mouth. Beside him sat Elria Sand, her dark eyes dang with amusement. They flicked at me, and her smile turned curious.

  I trolled my expression. What's going on? Oberyn. The Red Viper. A man who had fought with the Sed Sons before during his younger days, yes—but why was he here now?

  Was this a ce, or had he e seekihat was impossible, nobody should know I was in Vontis. Even if someone lear, it wasn't enough for him to e see me. And there was no way he knew about the dragons.

  Logic said this was just a ce, indeed.

  “The Sed Sons,” when our horses stopped in front of the tent, Kinvara greeted the Sed Sons with a smile.

  They stopped chatting among themselves, and all turo us. Prince Oberyn did the same, and his eyes found mine across the tent. He frowned with a fused look on his face as if he almnized me.

  Almost.

  He didn't.

  I was gd. While I wasn't worried about him hurting me, if Prince Oberyn knew about me enough to e find me, what made it impossible for my eo do the same?

  I heaved out a breath of relief.

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