Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

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It didn't matter what I tried, the dream… no, the nightmare I had haunted me, not only with fear but doubts, why did I dream that? What was the message? And who was that man riding that Dragon? And how the hell did they find a dragon to begin with?

The image of that man, the dragon, and the army, it was vivid in my head, every time I closed my eyes, or stopped thinking, I would without even noticing make my mind drift into what I saw.

Perhaps I had been underestimating an army that only grows every battle, no… I didn't underestimate them; I have been using the knowledge I have of this universe to prepare to win on the long night.

But all this time, I had been neglecting something, something that might as well put my life on the line if I keep ignoring it.

It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world; every action we take creates an echo.

I was the flutter, by all I know my sole existence fucked the world, I brought changes into this world, and one of them… might be what I saw.

I possibly created a chain of events that ultimately made my life harder.

I need to prepare even harder for the long night, that feeling of dread and fear I felt weren't normal, I might not like to admit it, but I was scared… but that's good… fear motivates us to grow stronger, to prepare ourselves better to face what is to come, that I will do, I might be afraid, but I will fight.

"Our men will arrive tomorrow, right?" Daenerys inquired, sitting beside me.

"Yes, so far that the information I have," I nodded; for now, I had to put those dreams aside, whether they were a warning or not. I still needed the crown to have a chance to stop the long night from ever occurring.

"One more step to take what is ours," Daenerys said, filled with determination, she had no doubts in her mind we would take the crown.

"Aye," I chuckled, "I will put that crown on your head before I burned the damn throne and crown and forge a new pair, for us,"

Daenerys smiled satisfied with my answer as she leaned in kissing me, "A throne worthy of their new King and Queen, their rightful ones,"

"Yes," I nodded, kissing her back.

"Let's go to our last class," Daenerys kissed me once again as she guided me to our teacher.

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I had continued with my classes, learning Dothraki every day more and more, and by this point, I could understand fluently everything, and hold conversations in their language, I had an accent, but it was to be expected.

Daenerys was doing a lot better than me in the accent department, though I was ahead on the writing part.

After the final class, our teacher left, leaving us with the reminder to study the little we still had to learn by ourselves.

"We finally know how to speak their language," Daenerys said clearly proud of herself.

"Now it's just a question of waiting for our men," I nodded, soon our conquest would start, and every victory would be a step closer to the iron throne.

The first ones to come into the fold would be the Dothraki. I would start conquering the Free cities, one by one, ensuring that the entirety of Essos is under my banner, once all the free cities were under my banner, I would move to conquer the second sons, with that Essos would be mine.

But my plan to conquer didn't end there, unlike my wife, I wanted all Essos, including Braavos, and I would have it, Braavos, their army, and the Iron Bank with all its gold.

After that, well… whatever that was left of Westeros would be mine, though there were a few things I wanted to do before leaving Essos; for one, I wanted to investigate the ruins of Valyria and see what can I salvage, and also try to find more dragon eggs there.

"Valyria, the broken empire," I muttered as I opened the book I got from Valyria in Illyrio's library.

Valyria, also called Old Valyria, is a ruined city in Essos. It is a long-dead city of wonderment and was once the capital of a great empire called the Valyrian Freehold. It was destroyed by a cataclysmic event known as the Doom of Valyria. It is the ancestral home of House Targaryen, House Celtigar, and House Velaryon.

I only recognized House Targaryen.

I continued reading about how house Targaryen was the smallest house of the three, and how the other two houses fucked their own empire in a struggle for power.

But what interested me was that the book said that it is rumored that Valyria holds many treasures of its past glory there, that meant Valyrian blades and maybe more.

And to be honest, I would be happy if I found the recipe… the trick in how to make Valyrian steel, I knew you needed a dragon, but besides that, the method was unknown, but all books agreed on one thing, you needed dragons and magic to make said metal.

But besides going to Valyria and conquering Essos, there wasn't much I wanted to do in this part of the world, for now.

"It's late… come to bed with me," Daenerys sleepy voice call me out, begging to be cuddled, and frankly, I was tired, so I didn't see any reasons to say no, I could always read more tomorrow.

"Fine, I shall warm you to oblivion wife," I chuckled as I got inside the blankets moving close to her.

"I am a dragon, you are the one that will get burned," Daenerys said teasingly.

"I don't mind that type of burn," I smirked at her, as we both started to chat, and slowly but surely drifted into sleep.

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I woke up the next morning to my wife kissing me, with a smug look on her face, as if she had won something.

"What's up with that face?" I yawned, stretching my body still under the comfy and warm blankets.

"You didn't wake up without me," Daenerys smiled adorably biting her lower lip, as she added, "It seems you are finally getting comfortable in bed with me,"

So that was her victory call, that I overslept today; frankly, I couldn't understand what part of that could possibly make me a better husband or make her happy, but if it makes her happy, who was I to judge?

"I see, well, if me waking up with you makes you so happy, then it shall be done," Frankly, I didn't wake her up to let her sleep more, but if she wanted to wake up with me, then she was more than welcomed.

Daenerys smiled as she got on top of me resting her naked breast on my bare chest, "I never understood why girls liked teddy bears until I got my own,"

"Hahaha, that has to be the less sexy name I could possibly be called," I laughed, after all, there wasn't anything sexy about a stuffed animal.

"Mine is custom made," Daenerys whispered to my ear, "It came with a few extra parts,"

"I can't believe you were shy a few months ago; frankly, you had me fooled," I laughed as I kissed her.

"Well… it's your fault, my king.. you made me a Queen, and a Queen can't be shy," Daenerys kissed me as she dragged her hand through my chest to my manhood, "A Queen knows what she wants and gets it,"

"Then claim your bounty, my Queen, claim this Bear as your own once again," I kissed her.

Our men could wait a couple of hours for us, who was I to deny a Dragon from her conquest, I was but a mere bear riding a dragon.