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Pyke, Iron Islands, 290 AC, a year after the Greyjoy Rebellion -------------------
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- POV: Balon Greyjoy
"I lost." I murmured to myself in the dark as I sat upon the sea throne.
The dreams were wrong; they shouldn't have been wrong, but they were, and I paid for them with the lives of my sons and the exile of my brothers and the destruction of my fleets.
My oldest son Rodrik dead in Seagard like an animal, his head on a spike, and they didn't even give him the right of being one with the sea.
My second son Maron dead defending his home, my home. His body was barely recognizable beneath all the rubble of the walls.
They even killed my poor dog, poor Cucky. That damn coward Stark killed him just because he bit his hand.
"They call me the Kraken without any tentacles." I murmured to myself as a tear fell from my eyes as I wiped it off.
"SULKING DOES NOT FIT YOU, OLD MAN."I suddenly heard a voice in front of me and as I tried to stand up from the throne, someone pushed me down to it with the strength of a bear.
As I looked up, I saw a man standing above me, "drowned god," I murmured as I saw him. He was tall, incredibly tall, with silver hair cascading down his neck like a waterfall, and he had a beautiful face, but his beauty was overshadowed by his crooked violet eye, and he smirked at my murmur as he spoke.
"No, I am no god; I am a man like you, just flesh and bone," he answers with a smirk as I look at him closely and recognize him.
"Targaryen." I murmured as he smirked again and nodded.
"How did you get past my guards?" I asked him as I slowly moved my hand to the dagger hidden in my back, but his confusion made me freeze, and his answer shocked me to my core.
"What guards? There were none at the entrance I entered rather easily." He answered with a confused smile on his face.
"So they have already lost respect and fear for me." I murmured as tears came down from my face.
"Hahahahha!! Oh gods, are you crying?! I am jesting with you, old man. There were guards, many of them, actually; it's just that they are dead, but seriously, you should have better guards protecting you. They were bad, really bad."He laughs as he explains to my shock of how he got in here.
"You are lying, guards!!!!! Guards!! Someone!! Is anyone in there?!! Gua…" I shouted for the guards, but he interrupted me.
"There won't be any answers, my friend. They are really dead. Here, have some wine." He said as he walked to the table at the corner and brought two cups and filled them with wine and offered one to me, and as I didn't take it from him, he looked confused before he had a look of realization and spoke with an offended tone.
"It's not poisoned. Do you really think that I would come all the way from Volantis to poison you with the most expensive wine that I could find in the world?" He said it as if I were a madman for even thinking that, and to prove it, he drank from his cup.
"What do you want?" I questioned after I took the cup and drank it and raised my eyebrows at the taste; it was good, really good, as he smirked at my reaction and spoke.
"You have made quite a mess around the realm and your household, haven't you?" He questioned back and continued, "I have a proposal for you if you bend the knee when the time comes, a proposal that would make generations of your descendants name their children after you." He spoke as he refilled his cup and mine with more wine.
"And what would that proposal be?" I questioned as I took another sip of the wine.
"The lordship of riverlands, the conqueror gave the Tullys the lordship of their domains for their loyalty, and now that they have betrayed my house, I find it fitting that I give it back to its rightful owners and a permanent seat on the small council for your house or House Velaryon for the most experienced commander of the seas of your houses." He answered, smirking at my shock, as he continued to speak before I could interrupt him.
"But Harrenhal would pass on to one of my sons when I shall have one. Anything other than Harrenhal shall be yours; in return, you shall bend the knee and burn where I tell you to burn and fight where I shall tell you to fight. What say you, old man?" He offered, and gods, that offer is good. I would be remembered as the man who took back the riverlands, so without any further doubt, I stand up and bend the knee to him and swear my loyalty to him.
"I, Balon of House Greyjoy, lord of the Iron Islands and protector of the seas of Westeros, swear my loyalty and my son's loyalty and my ships, my men, and my sword to Viserys of House Targaryen, third of his name, from this day to the last day of my line." I looked up at him and saw him smiling as he accepted my fealty.
"I, Prince Viserys of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, accept your fealty your ships your swords and your son's loyalty."
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Days later on the ship heading to Volantis
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- POV Viserys Targaryen
"That was easy," I said to myself in a good mood as I took a sip of the wine.
"NO, IT WAS STUPID. WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO THE GIRLS HAD YOU DIED?!" But of course he should ruin the mood anyway.
"Oh, shut up, you stupid cunt. I didn't die, did I? I had everything in control, besides I even got his grandson as a squire." I said as I thought of seven-year-old little Dalton, the little bastard of Balon's oldest son, Rodrik Greyjoy.
"A BASTARD GRANDSON YOU FOOL! A FUCKING BASTARD!! YOU SHOULD HAVE TAK..."His shitty words were interrupted by me as I lost my taste for the wine.
"Shut up! The man had no one else left to him except for his daughter and his grandson; his sons are either dead or hostages, and he gave up the only male of his line who is alive and free, bastard or not, he will not betray me and if he does I have a bastard who can easily be legitimized and replaced him. " I shouted back as he disappeared, fucking cunt, he ruined my mood.
Now I have to meet this stupid cunt Illyrio Mopatis in a bad mood.