Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 72:

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[One Month Later]

The money I needed was finally here, one million and two hundred thousand gold dragons, with it, I would buy the unsullied and destroy Astapor.

During this month, I had increased my animal friends with different animals.

I had acquired two hundred owls, three thousand rats, two thousand mice, and around two hundred new snakes.

It was in the end quite a productive month, now it was time to move forward and show the masters the power of irony.

"Missandei, today will be the fall of Astapor," I smiled at the little girl, who looked at me for a second with confusion flowering inside of her, during this month she had tried to figure out what type of master I was, expecting physical, or perhaps sexual abuse, but I had proven her multiple times that I was not like the bastards she served in Astapor, a part of her already knew this, but she was still reluctant to believe such thing existed and was afraid to let her guard down, but we were getting there.

"This one will be your side," Missandei smiled almost imperceptibly.

*Can I burn them now?* Neltharion inquired as he got out of the bed.

I looked at Neltharion, who had grown a lot during this month going from dog size to bear size and smiled, "Yes, yes you can,"

Neltharion looked at me with a wide smile as he hissed, *You won't regret it dad! I will burn them all, I'll make you proud!*

I chuckled at his enthusiasm, "Yes you will,"

The plaza of pride, was just like everything in Astapor; in a pitiful state, that made you wonder how the fuck they got to that point, but I wasn't here for the sights anyways. I was here for the unsullied.

With them I would destroy this city and rebuild it from the ashes.

My plan was simple to use their own product to destroy them, but it seemed the master's stupidity was beyond what even I had expected, because not only they were selling me every unsullied soldier available in their rooster, with a few minor exceptions, but they had also allowed my army to enter the city this time.

So instead of the original fourteen thousand soldiers I expected to have during this raid, because I expected them to have some brains, or at least a sense of self-preservation, I would have around twenty nine thousand soldiers and a Dragon, which would make this siege this massacre incredibly easy.

"Do you have the money?" The master inquired in bastard Valyrian with a greedy smile.

"I do," I answered.

Missandei was by my side, but I had instructed her to be silent, I wanted to be the one dealing with the masters for today.

"Oh the little bitch taught you some Valyrian?" The master laughed with some concern.

"No, but it's my wife's mother language, ," I chuckled, letting him know that I knew before buying Missandei how to speak Valyrian, "So how about we do this?"

The master eyed me for a second before nodding, "Let's,"

With a smile, I ordered my men to start bringing the treasure chests with the gold coins I had promised them.

Each chest had around one hundred thousand gold dragons, so in total I had brought twelve treasure chests.

The master had his slaves count the money as he offered me during this time some tea or women to fuck while we waited, I obviously rejected his offers, for anything coming from him disgusted me.

After a few hours, the count was finally done.

"Well, this was certainly a pleasure," The master said with a disgusting smile giving me a whip, also known as harpy fingers, as the unsullied started to march into the plaza.

The harpy's fingers is the name of the whip used to scourge slaves in Astapor.

Taking a deep breath I looked at the whip, the handle was made of something black that was elaborately carved, it also had nine leather lashes trail from it, each tipped by a gilded claw. The pommel had a woman's head with pointed ivory teeth.

This whip was given to new masters of the Unsullied as a mark of payment.

"Will they obey any command?" I inquired with a smile.

The master laughed, "My beautiful creatures will obey any command you give them,"

"Unsullied! Jump once!" I commanded, and without hesitation they did as they were told, "Kneel," once again they followed my order without hesitation.

"I told you, blindly loyal," The master said with pride.

And that will be your outdoing, "Blind loyalty, good to know,"

Turning to my unsullied looking at them with a smile I said, "Unsullied! Slay the masters! Slay every soldier! Slay every man who holds a whip but harm no children! And strike off the chains of every soldier!"

Once again without hesitation the unsullied did as they were told, and started to slay the masters in the plaza.

The master looked at me with panic as he shouted to the unsullied while pointing at me, "I am your master! Kill him! Kill him!"

I smiled holding the whip close to his face, "Not anymore," with that said and done, I decided to make things even more poetic by whipping the master to his grave, as my newly acquired Unsullied battalion alongside my Khalasar started to take over the city.

*Time to burn!* Neltharion hissed flying above the city, good heavens I had instructed him to only burn the masters.

[Ser Barristan Selmy POV]

Joffrey had dismissed me from the Kingsguard, saying I was too old to be serving as a knight, but that wasn't the real reason behind my discharge.

In an unprecedented and unexpected move, from Lord Varys, I had been discharged under the grounds that I did not keep King Robert safe, and that age was starting to hit me.

But that was just the tip of this political iceberg, I was old not senile, I knew The Lannisters motivations, were to allow the brat to give a white cloak to his dog, Sandor Clegane, and to allow Queen Cersei Lannister to place her brother Jaime as the new Lord Commander with a seat on the small council.

I was angry at this, I had served against my beliefs for my entire life, and this is how I get paid for my services, but I was also happy.

After all, I've burned away my years fighting for terrible kings...as man of honor I had to keep my vows, even if I was serving a drunk or a lunatic. And just for once in my life, before it comes to an end, I want to know what it's like to serve with pride, to fight for someone I believe in.

With that in mind, with the opportunity to serve someone I believed in, I was on my way to Essos.

"I will use what is left of my life to clean my sins with my blade," I muttered, holding the hilt of my blade tight.

[Tywin Lannister POV]

I leave for one week, one fucking week, and my children fuck everything once again!

While it was true Ser Barristan Selmy was old, his name brought fear into the hearts of our enemies. An asset we needed more than ever.

But the idiot I had for a daughter had to meddle in matters that didn't concern her and hurt our side even more.

If the old knight decided to serve Renly, Stannis or the Mormont brat it would hurt us to no end.

I now had to do some damage control, before things escalated.

"It's almost like my children want to lose this war," I muttered.

[Back to Ronard POV]

Taking Astapor was easy, after a few hours, I had complete and absolute control over the city.

I was richer, because while the city looked shit, it was loaded with gold, literally.

My army was still pulling gold out of the city and by my estimate, I had not only recovered what I had paid for the unsullied but had made that about. over ten times already.

My army was officially in the one hundred thousands, counting the men I had on Westeros.

Things were going great today for me.

"You really meant what you said," Missandei said in disbelief.

"I do," I nodded, ruffling her hair a bit, "Take a good look around, for this is what will happen to every slaver in the known world,"

Missandei stood silent for a second seeing the dead masters on the streets, before she turned her gaze to me with a smile, "You said that it was this one choice if this one wanted to serve you or not, well, this one wants to, this one want to serve the breaker of chains, the father of dragons, the Khal of the West, this one want to serve you!"

Holy moly, I stole Daenerys mojo, "And I'll be glad to have you under my wings,"

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