Game of Thrones: Reign of the Dragonking-Chapter 78: [] The Vipers’ Decision

Chapter 78: The Vipers' Decision

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Olenna Tyrell hadn't done anything wrong against me yet. Not directly. But that was the problem with clever old women who thought their tongues sharper than Valyrian steel. She'd sneered at me in Highgarden, hadn't she? Dismissed me as some upjumped exile until she saw my fancy pet.

I had let her live then because I needed the Reach's armies, their grain, their gold. Because Margaery's simpering act had been useful. But now? Now the realm knew dragons didn't kneel to rose gardens.

On top of that, I was more than just my dragon. She had no use, and by tomorrow, the news of her death will announce the weakness of House Tyrell.

"Status," I said, my wings flapping against the wind as I waited for the shimmering box.

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Viserys Targaryen

The Dragon King

22 Years Old

Level 47

54 STR

57 END

54 DEX

58 INT

55 LUC

150 AUTH

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Class: The Dragon King

Skills: Dragon Management System [S], House of Dragons [S], Fire Resistance [E], Dragon Wings [F], Spearmanship [A], Swordsmanship [C], Dragondick [D].

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The growth made me smile. It had barely been a year since I came to this world, and I'd already grown so much. I'd already taken back the throne.

I gained a bunch of levels during the massacre of Blackwater Bay, it was the greatest jump so far. Almost 15 levels! My Spearmanship also ranked up to [A] after killing Stannis Baratheon.

I still had people to take care of, though. Tywin Lannister was alive, and so was Tyrion and that eunuch bastard. Most importantly, my sister. Well, more importantly, the White Walkers north of the wall. But I had time to prepare for them.

Waving the Status Page away, I focused on my surroundings to land safely. I landed silently on the balcony, wings dissolving into my back like smoke. Just then, another system notification flashed.

[Skill Dragon Wings (F) has risen to Dragon Wings (E)!]

What a timing. I felt like I was growing stronger every second, making me smile. Still, I'd still die against an army, so I couldn't relax just yet. A few more years.

The moon hung low over King's Landing, casting long shadows across the chamber of the King. "Hm?" Three figures turned as I stepped inside—Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene. I frowned, but their postures relaxed when they recognized me.

"Oh my," Nymeria purred, leaning against the bedpost. Her fingers toyed with the laces of her leather jerkin. "We've been waiting. Thought you'd be off tupping that Tyrell girl or your little spy mistress, but you're back early."

I shrugged off my cloak, tossing it over a chair. "And yet here you are. What's this about?"

Tyene stepped forward first, hips swaying like a Dornish viper coiling to strike. "Dorne hasn't sent troops," she said, voice sweet as poisoned honey. Her hands slid up my chest, nails scraping lightly through the fabric. "We're... concerned. Worried you'll decide we'll betray you too like our stupid uncle did. So we thought we should talk."

Obara snorted, crossing her arms. "Yep. I say we gut the current Martells ourselves and be done with—"

Nymeria cut her off with a glare. "What she means," she said, stepping closer, "is we'd like to prove our use." Her breath warmed my neck as her lips brushed my ear. "In whatever way pleases our king." Her hand tucked my shirt, undoing the buttons.

I laughed as my shirt fell, but caught her wrist before she could undo my belt. "Seduction? Really? You three?"

Tyene pouted, in her false innocence. "You don't find us tempting?"

"I find you desperate right now," I said. "I won't think you'll betray me. We've spent so much time together, right? It'd be stupid to betray me now, knowing my strength and all."

Obara's hand twitched toward her spear propped against the wall. "Exactly. Well, you're right. We're desperate. We're desperate to feel safe. So just—"

"You are." I stepped back, eyeing them. Nymeria's cheeks flushed, whether from anger or shame, I couldn't tell. "But fine. Let's say I'm convinced. What then? You'll warm my bed, and I'll forget your useless prince can't tell his ass from a spearpoint? Dorne will pay its price for betrayal, this won't change anything."

Tyene's smile didn't reach her eyes. She turned abruptly, striding to the side table where a carafe of wine sat. "Let's start with a drink, you sound too angry," she said, pouring deep red liquid into two goblets. "To... trust."

She tilted her head back, throat working seductively as she drained her cup. A trickle of wine escaped the corner of her lips, trailing down her neck. Holding my gaze, she offered the other goblet. "Your turn."

My fingers twitched as Tyene offered the goblet, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird beneath that delicate throat. The wine's scent hit me gently—bitter almonds beneath the cloying sweetness. Normal people would never be able to detect it. I did. Idiots.

I moved faster than any of them could blink.

Tyene's eyes bulged as I grabbed her throat and slammed her against the stone wall, her feet dangling a hand's breadth above the floor. The goblet shattered, staining the rug blood-red.

"You think I don't know widow's blood when I smell it?" I hissed. "I'm stupefied as to why you're taking such risks when you've seen I hadn't hung you for your nation's crime."

"Release her!" Obara lunged first—grabbing a spear from the display and arcing toward my ribs with a hunter's precision. Nymeria followed, hidden dagger drawn low for a gutting strike.

I kicked Obara's spear sideways into Nymeria's path, metal screeching as the blade deflected off the shaft. My heel caught Obara square in the sternum, sending the fool crashing into the bed frame. A twist of my hip and Nymeria ate a boot to the diaphragm, crumpling against the hearth with a gasp.

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Tyene's choked laughter bubbled wetly. Crimson trailed from her nostrils, her lips blooming purple. "S-such... vigor... Ah, I knew this plan was... stupid..."

Obara crawled toward her spear. Nymeria clutched her ribs, wheezing.

"Obara, stop!" Nymeria's voice cracked, and she turned toward me. "Please, let her go! The pendant—around her neck—"

Tyene's fingers clawed at my wrist, her legs kicking weakly as blood started trickling down her nose and ears. I tightened my grip, watching her face darken. "And why shouldn't I let her choke?"

Obara spat blood. "We- she didn't want this! We convinced her. We thought we were betraying Dorne by going against Doran's decision to cut ties with you! B-but Tyene didn't want this, so please let her go. Kill us instead!"

Nymeria crawled forward, tears cutting through the soot on her cheeks. "This was just a bad decision. We're sorry, we're at fault. Please, please—"

I tilted my head. "Begging doesn't suit vipers."

"Fuck... stop this, sisters... begging is... pathetic," Tyene rasped, her eyes rolling back. "If we've committed a crime, we should be punished for... it!"

I dropped her. She hit the floor gasping, fingers scrambling for the silver pendant shaped like a coiled serpent that had separated from her. I crushed her hand under my boot.

"Arianne Martell, of all people," I said, plucking the pendant free, "sent a rather illuminating raven. Your dear Uncle Doran's been cozying up to some Lyseni brat claiming to be Rhaegar's son. Do you even know what's going on there? Stupid bitches."

"...."

"Oberyn doesn't support Doran in this, but at the same time, he won't betray his brother by sending me a letter. But somehow, Doran's daughter got so addicted to my cock that she betrayed him by letting me know. I want to kill you both. But... well, since Arianne said Oberyn doesn't support it, I'll let you off this one. I hope you realize you're Oberyn's daughters, and not Doran's. So don't act up. I will lock you up though."

Then I pressed the pendant into Tyene's slack mouth, forcing her to swallow the antidote capsule hidden inside "—How did you guys decide poisoning me was smarter than begging for forgiveness?"

Tyene convulsed, vomit splattering the tiles as the antidote took hold.

Obara bared bloodied teeth. "You should have told us about this, then!"

"Nah, it was interesting to see who you'd choose in such a situation," I said with a sigh. I'd been wandering about what to do with them, waiting it out, but they ended up making a bad choice. I clapped twice. Guards flooded the room. "Take them to the black cells. Let them ponder familial loyalty in the dark."

As they dragged the sisters out, Tyene croaked, "I'm... sorry, ugh..."

I laughed. "Regret's for men who can't fly. I'll pay you a visit later."

The guards dragged them away, and I approached the door to stare at them. Speaking of guards, I'd need my own King's Guards. It was such a pain to choose, though. Do I hold a tourney or what?

Then I paused, staring at someone interesting who was standing outside, seemingly having come here out of coincidence right when I was sending girls to the dungeon.

Catelyn Stark stood frozen on the threshold, her gaze darting from the girls being dragged away and then my bare chest. A muscle twitched in her jaw.

"Enjoying the view, Lady Stark?" I grabbed a discarded tunic, not bothering to put it on.

She stiffened, raising her head. "I require an audience."

"Do you?" I stepped closer, watching her eyes refuse to drop below my collarbone. "Usually, people make reservations for a King's audience. But uh... sure thing, since you're the one asking for it."

"...."

"By all means." I swept an arm toward the ravaged chamber. "Come in. Let's discuss family."

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