Game of Thrones: The Prideful One - Chapter 116:

Chapter 116:

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~~~To the most excellent Lord Ronard Mormont, by the grace of the seven, the rightful king of the seven kingdoms, we can only hope to be faithful subjects of your grace, wishing to observe your reign following it with fidelity, wishing you health, we must say we have been misinformed and misdirected by the usurpers on sitting on your throne, we were blind but now we are not.

As it is plain to see that those who are present with you have suggested to your highness many falsehoods respecting us and what do with want, intending all the mischief that they can do, not only to you but also to us, and to your whole kingdom, we wish your excellency to know that we wish to preserve the safety and security of your person and that of your Queen, Prince and Princess with all our might, as the fidelity which we owe to you demands, proposing to overthrow the usurpers, to the utmost of our power, and all those who are not only our enemies but yours too, that includes the foes that lie within the whole of your kingdom; and if any other statement saying we are not loyal to you is said, do not believe it; for we shall always be found to be your faithful subjects Olenna Tyrell, of House Tyrell, and Margaery Tyrell of House Tyrell, offer ourselves to serve and obey.

All we ask, if your excellency accepts is to keep guarding highgarden for you, as we have done before~~~

I had received a letter from Olenna Tyrell, stating they were nothing but my loyal subjects, meaning I had five out of the seven houses under my control, and while victory was almost certain, I had to play my next move with the utmost respect for my enemy, Tywin Lannister.

Power wins wars, only if said power is accompanied by the guidance of intelligence, and while I didn’t consider myself to be the brightest mind on the world, I knew what I had was more than enough to win.

*Father, when do we strike our enemies?* Neltharion purred happily beside me, yet another new thing I had learned about dragons, they can purr.

“Soon, we are waiting for a few guests,” I replied, after all, having Tyrion, Myrcella and Tommen as hostages would be beneficial…. then again… Cersei’s plan was to blow off King’s Landing with her kids inside…in the end she really doesn’t care about her children that much, that or the crown is more important for her.

*I want to fight by your side this time… I will fight by your side,* Neltharion stated with determination.

“You mean side by side?” I inquired, getting a eager nod from the teenage dragon, “Very well, I don’t see why not,”

*I shall not disappoint you!* Neltharion said, breathing fire into the sky out of happiness.

Seeing his torrent of fire form… made the words the witch shared with me resonate deep within my soul, each fire it’s different, each being channels their inner fire in their own unique way, “Neltharion… how do you do that?…. you know breathing fire…”

Neltharion looked at me puzzled at my question, I could see in his eyes he was trying to put words to the feeling… words to answer my question, *For me is letting go, letting my emotions fly… I picture what I want to do with a burning desire and the fire just comes, it’s all about the feelings I guess…*

Feelings and Faith, the fuels I had found to ignite the fire within, and knowing myself like I do, faith was not an option for me, besides, I had originally tapped into that power before when I had gotten angry at my situation, I just have to somehow recreate that to the point I don’t need anger to do it, “I see feelings it is…”

*I can feel the fire within you, it’s burning brightly, but you can’t control it,* Neltharion added, *Maybe we can practice together,*

“That would be great, father and son time, and besides Fire will surely be a game changer when we face the others, I need to control it,” I smiled.

*Ha! I can wait for Rhaegal and Qrow to hear how I taught our father how to breathe fire! They will be so jealous,* Neltharion chuckled with an evil overtone.

“Haha, sibling rivalry…. it’s seems that curse doesn’t skip species,” I laughed.

*So what does that letter say anyway?* Neltharion asked.

“The Tyrells pledge themselves to me, and its time to write them,” I smiled as I wrote back to the Tyrells my letter.

~~~Lady Olenna Tyrell and Lady Margaery Tyrell, I appreciate you two have reached out to me, and while I cherish the gesture, I consider actions speak louder than words, if your loyalty you wish to prove, you must help me when the time comes, only then I will know for sure you are true to your words, so if your King I am, I command you to find a way to stop the wildfire the usurpers as you call them have in my city.

Looking forward to see how loyal House Tyrell is to my cause—-King Ronard Mormont – First of his name – Chain breaker – Father of Dragons. ~~

With the letter done, I sent one of my ravens to deliver this message, “Now all I have to do is wait,”

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[Tyrion Lannister POV]

It was court time, a time where my sister would leave Tommen and Myrcella alone, drugging them was easy enough, all I had to do was offer them a cup of tea, and they were sleeping soundly minutes later.

Now the hard part came, getting them out without anyone seeing us, so far it had been easy to get out of the castle, but the real challenge was getting out of the city, “We have to move fast… but not to fast as to not raise suspicions,”

“We are fine,” Bronn said.

“Not you’re not,” A very familiar voice made me curse my plan for not being well planned, the hound had discovered us.

“Well, that was fast,” Bronn commented, taking out his blade.

“Put that toothpick in your ass,” The hound growled, “I want in,”

“Elaborate?” I inquired.

“The crazy bitch of your sister wants to blow this shitty kingdom on fire if they lose to Ronard… who also happens to have a fire fucking breathing dragon… I’m out of this fucking war,” The hound answered with a stern look, “So I want in, and then out, I’ll get some gold…”

“I thought you were a knight…” Broon smirked, “What about your 0aths? Or your king?”

“Fuck the Queen. Fuck being a Knight. Fuck my Oaths. Fuck the Kingdom, and most of all, Fuck the King.” The hound growled.

“That’s more than enough for me,” I shrugged, “we don’t have time to chit chat, let’s get the hell out here, before we all end burning courtesy of my sister,”

“Agree,” Bronn nodded.

“Hm,” The hound nodded.

“Very well, let’s go,” It seems more and more people are betraying my family, what an amusing and interesting turn of events.