Her Eternal Excellency (Raiden Ei reborn as Argella Durrandon)

[Taalomon]

Targaryens done goofed!

 

[Samael61]

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12 YA

Storm's End

"These Essosi are sure arrogant." Saiguu grumbled, reading the report over Ei's shoulder.

It detailed the discrimination several merchants had faced in Tyrosh in regard to their wares being deemed inferior because they were made in the Storm Kingdom.

"Indeed." Ei remembered the day they had sent envoys in great secrecy, trying to buy her protection.

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Flashback

3 YA

Ei watched the envoys of Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh speak over each other in an attempt to curry favor with her.

"Enough." A small amount of her power leaked, and the envoys stiffened up, falling silent.

So arrogant.

"The Tyroshi envoy will speak first." Ei declared, waiting to see if anyone was foolish enough to challenge her.

She had decided on Tyrosh for the sole fact that the envoy arrived earlier than the others.

The assured looks of the envoys fell, and the Tyroshi man approached first. His confident grin wavered, but regardless, he presented Tyrosh's case.

"Your Excellency, Tyrosh is face-to-face with the aggression of the Targaryen barbarians." The envoy's speech was mostly about insulting the dragonlords while praising Tyrosh and its mercantile ways, which could offer a lot of trade to the Storm Kingdom.

The Myrish and the Lyseni envoys spoke of much the same, as if they weren't allies against the Targaryens, each one seeking protection for their city.

They did not name it that way, of course, lest their pride be hurt, rather choosing to speak of the opportunities their cities could offer, which would be lost if the Targaryens conquered Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh.

Expensive gifts were also brought forward, and after the Lyseni envoy finished his piece, Saiguu burst into laughter.

"Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh, civilized? You are slavers, living in cities built by people that were only saved by their filthy blood magic from turning into animals wearing human skin because of their inbreeding, about to be conquered by the last remaining vestige of ancient Valyria."

"And here you are, trying to earn the protection of a god, yet arrogance drips from every word that spills out of your lips as if you have anything worth our time." Saiguu flashed an innocent smile, speaking as if the envoys were children, clear signs that she was mocking them.

"I could not have said it better myself." Ei raised her shoulders faintly.

Saiguu waved her hand, and a small disposition circle sent the envoys and their gifts back to the docks.

It was a little trick of hers, one that she used in her pranks, but with her greater power now, Saiguu could do a lot more than just switch the places of small objects.

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The envoys had promptly left after that, insulted at the treatment they received, and Ei was petty enough to send small clouds to follow the ships, pouring rain straight down into the ships day and night.

Handing the latest reports from Essos back to Jocelyn, Ei turned her attention to the annual report of the academy.

Everything was going excellently. The classes had settled into a pace where both the teachers and the learners discovered new knowledge every day, and with the tidbits they taught whenever available, the academy would overtake Citadel in no time.

A sore point for the lords of the Reach, especially the Hightowers.

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While the land grew richer with villages, towns, and cities, so did the number of people living in the kingdom. Smallfolk of the North, the Vale, and the Kingdom of the Rock were moving to the Storm Kingdom for a better life.

Especially due to the laws protecting the lives, homes, livestock, and everything the people owned, regardless of their birth, as well as promising fair wages to all workers. This meant that the nobles could not exploit the smallfolk as they wished.

The neighboring kingdoms faced the trouble of losing their farmers and laborers, forcing them to pass similar laws, which faced outrage from the nobles, something that the nobles of the Storm Kingdom could not afford to do.

The bounty of the seas, from new merchant ships to fishing fleets, was also bringing great coin to the Storm Kingdom. Trade wasn't the only face of it, as Her Excellency wished to build a royal navy to protect the seas and the vessels of the kingdom.

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Essos

The lull in the conquest of the Targaryens saw the birth of two children to High Archon Aegon I. A daughter from Visenya, named Aleryse, and a son from Rhaenys, Vhamond, born three months apart.

Rhaenys had softened up with the birth of her son, while Visenya was hoping for a son as well. As was the custom, the children would be betrothed once grown, and for now, their dynasty was secure.

However, internal strife in the empire was not over. The dissidents, mostly nobles whose slaves had been freed and their brethren punished to death, had taken great care to stay hidden.

Different gathering places, masks, false names, tunnels beneath houses, and absolute secrecy were the measures they had taken for protection while discussing what to do about the Targaryens.

Wild plots were thrown around, from assassinating the Targaryens either with a blade in the shadows or poison to finding sorcerers to curse them with the foulest of magic.

But reason prevailed, and one young man laid down a well-thought-out plan. The Valyrian Empire was recovering, but slowly, and if the nobles were to put their wealth together, they could assume great power in the empire.

The Council of the Nine was founded that day, and the nobles were quick to act. The burned parts of the cities were bought for a pittance and built with their wealth to produce goods solely under their control.

Everything the empire needed for the conquest—clothes, weapons, and foodstuff—they produced and sold to the imperial house, strengthening their place in the empire.

The Targaryens were pleased that their empire was recovering and turned their attention to Volantis, unaware of the trouble brewing at home.

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The attempts to fix the trade of the empire had worked to a certain point. The rest was a matter of time. The loans from the Iron Bank would take time to pay back, and the Storm Kingdom was growing in trade each day, cutting into their coffers.

Queen Argella's protection of Braavos was another matter, and the Targaryens decided to return the favor by creating ties with the Vale, the Westerlands, and the North to reduce the Storm Kingdom's trade.

It had mixed results.

The Vale was receptive, for the wealth of the new Valyrian Empire was too great to not trade, and the Vale of Arryn was becoming set apart from its neighbors. They would not take arms against Argella Durrandon, but it would be preferable to buy goods from the Valyrians rather than from the lands of a false god that had trampled upon the Faith of the Seven.

The North was accepting of the trade too, but not at the expense of paying more coin for the same goods. The Kingdom of the Rock was making good use of the canal and had the best relations with the Storm Kingdom, so the Targaryens did not have much to offer.

It was an attempt bound to fail.

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The internal strife in the empire had been culled but not solved entirely. Consort Visenya, after informing her husband and sister of her plans, created the Umbasāeksagonī, the Shadow Watchers.

They were created to be the eyes and ears of the imperial family across the empire, keeping them abreast of important events while foiling plots against House Targaryen.

It was they who had first become aware of a gathering of wealthy nobles, but not the names involved, nor where the gathering took place. Visenya, worried about a possible thorn on the side of the empire, had sent her fledgling watchers to find these nobles.

Only for them to come up with empty hands. The leads went nowhere, and the previous informants had suddenly decided that they were wrong in their words.

Visenya did not believe it for one second and always had the Umbasāeksagonī keep one eye on the nobles.

When word of it spread, it became commonplace among the people to believe that there was a shadowy group threatening the rulers of the empire behind the curtains.

The Council of the Nine did not wish to risk being revealed and created watchers of their own to keep the empire's dogs at bay while silencing any loose mouths.

They had even attempted to establish a foothold in Westeros, specifically the Storm Kingdom, but that ended horribly for them.

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The Storm's End

Chiyo frowned.

A ship had recently arrived in the city, not to trade, but to buy. Warehouses, homes, and production areas—they were trying to buy it all in silence, but there was a reason she had been tasked with keeping an eye on the arrivals from Essos.

Usually, it was a boring job, but one Ei had felt was vital, and perhaps today was the day it paid off.

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The people under her command were tasked to watch the buyers very closely, and after several days, their reports were concerning.

Distant members and attendants of several different noble families in Essos were acting as one entity in their attempt to buy land and property, and combined with the news from across the Narrow Sea, it appeared these shadowy figures in the Valyrian Empire were real.

Or at least, the nobles were attempting to establish a presence in the kingdom.

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"My lady, the targets have realized they were being watched and are sailing away after abandoning everything." The captain of the First Divine Eye rushed in, reporting the situation with an urgent tone.

"Oh well, as long as they are gone." Chiyo turned her attention to the papers before her, but the captain's next words had her left eye twitching in fury.

"They also killed one of our own."

"Huh, you don't say?"

Chiyo left the warehouse for the docks, watching the ship sail away after shedding the blood of her subordinate, thinking they could escape.

She planted one foot back, her hand on her sword, eyes closed in concentration as Chiyo bent low.

The stone ground cracked, sending chips of rocks flying around, and she disappeared from sight with a great gust of wind. Fast enough that she could move without breaking the surface tension in each leap, Chiyo's electro vision glowed, and she pulled her sword.

The sky darkened for a second as the electro surged forward, extending her sword long enough to cut through the ship from the back of the hull to the front. The sailors below the deck were bisected, and the top half of the vessel slid off into the sea.

Chiyo finished it by using the floating hull to jump back to the dock, the shockwave sending the remaining half of the ship forcefully beneath the waves.

Her landing was more graceful than the jump, sparing the docks from further damage.

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Ei considered Chiyo's words. She did not care about the rumors of a shadowy cabal in Essos trying to weaken the Targaryens as long as those rumors stayed across the Narrow Sea.

But now that her friend suspected that they were here, it changed her feelings.

"Have we caught any of them?"

"Three survivors from the ship. They were very forthcoming once Saiguu took over." Turning one of the men into a mouse and letting a cat chase him around had loosened their stiff tongues.

It was amusing too.

"Hang the two, send one of them to Essos with a message. If I hear even a whisper that they are trying something like this again, I will tear that continent apart until every single one of them is dead." She truly didn't wish to start another war, especially one between the continents.

Chiyo rolled her shoulders gently. "I don't have high hopes for these nobles, but as you wish." They might just be stupid enough to try this again, but she would be there.

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Essos

Once the sole survivor had returned from the Storm Kingdom with the tidings that they were forced to reveal everything and the God-Queen's warning, the Council agreed to ban any further attempts to infiltrate the domain of Argella Durrandon.

The word that the Crimson Maiden had destroyed a ship from Pentos had the Shadow Watchers on alert, and they sought the only survivor.

He was found hanging from the ceiling of his home, with a letter claiming he could not handle the things he had seen in the Storm Kingdom, once again leaving the eyes and ears of the Targaryens without answers.

However, it was shadowed by the plans of conquering Volantis, the most populous as well as one of the richest of the Free Cities, and their hardest battle was yet to come.

The Black Wall that protected the heart of Volantis, two hundred feet high and so thick that annual chariot races were held at the top of it, was entirely made of fused dragonstone. Even if the outskirts fell, without the heart of the city, the Targaryens could not call themselves the conquerors of Volantis.

There was one way they could get through the wall, and it was to have the assistance of the Temple of the Lord of Light.

The priestess that had broken the curse on Balerion had assured them that the temple would be willing to assist, provided Targaryens declared all other religions as false and lies. That was a cost too high to pay, as it would definitely lead to revolts.

Which is why they began to seek a different path.

Envoys were sent, as customary, to treat with the triarchs in the hopes of bringing them into the fold peacefully. The terms this time were more generous, promising that Volantis would rule itself while swearing loyalty to the Targaryens and paying tribute. Any slaves they had now could be kept, but no further ones could be taken.

Volantis would be tied to the empire on foreign matters while ruling itself as it always had.

The triarchs considered the offer, with debates lasting for days, and answered with their own terms. Everything the Targaryens said would be accepted, but if they were to abandon slaves, there would have to be more concessions on trade, taxes, and tributes.

With five slaves for every free man in the city, Volantis was the key to the slave trade. The triarchs wanted lower taxes than all other cities, which could not be changed, and no fees or tolls for merchants, traders, and ships hailing from Volantis.

One final term was a pact of marriage. A female from the elephant faction would wed Vhamond and become the sole consort of the High Archon, and Princess Aleryse would be the bride of one of the old families of the tiger faction, a compromise to keep both factions happy.

Now, it was time for the Targaryens to consider the terms and make their decision on whether to parley further or declare war.

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In the next chapter:
The parley between the Targaryens and the Triarchs went on for two years, with offers sent back and forth. When Volantis agreed to abandon slaves in return for lower taxes, exemption from tolls, and such, which would make the city barely a part of the empire.

The entire point of the discussions, in essence, was haggling over coin.

Volantis, more like the elephant faction Triarchs, wanted compensation for their largest source of coin being abandoned, but the Targaryens weren't willing to give the amount they desired.

Both parties weren't idle while treating. House Targaryen kept working on improving the state of their realm, mostly choosing to increase trade between the cities and with Westeros as a whole and rooting out dissidents, as well as preparing their hosts for Volantis.




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[Taalomon]

*Targaryens continuing being mediocre and successfully failing.*

*Argella (Raiden) content to just vibe with success.*

 

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[Samael61]

*Targaryens continuing being mediocre and successfully failing.*

*Argella (Raiden) content to just vibe with success.*

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[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy my stories, you can read up to 15 chapters in advance per story on my Patreon page / patreon.com/Samael61.

Those who like the premise of a strong main character like Ei will definitely like my original story, Arrival : Ruptures. Comments, likes and reviews are appreciated. Here are the links for : AO3, Spacebattles, Royal Road and Webnovel.

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14 YA

Essos

The parley between the Targaryens and the Triarchs went on for two years, with offers sent back and forth. When Volantis agreed to abandon slaves in return for lower taxes, exemption from tolls, and such, which would make the city barely a part of the empire.

The entire point of the discussions, in essence, was haggling over coin.

Volantis, more like the elephant faction Triarchs, wanted compensation for their largest source of coin being abandoned, but the Targaryens weren't willing to give the amount they desired.

Both parties weren't idle while treating. House Targaryen kept working on improving the state of their realm, mostly choosing to increase trade between the cities and with Westeros as a whole and rooting out dissidents, as well as preparing their hosts for Volantis.

To that end, more engineers were gathered in one place than anytime in the wars of the last couple of centuries.

Volantis wasn't waiting either. The tiger faction, old nobles and warriors bent on war and conquest, was gaining power due to the threat posed by the dragonlords as the city prepared for war.

There were even rumors that two tigers might ascend during the next triarch elections, something unheard of from the beginning of the Century of Blood.

The elephant faction was worried, since through trade and loans, they had more influence on the city, but with the free people afraid of war, the tigers were taking more place in their minds.

It made dealing with the Targaryens all the more difficult.

Seeing this as an opportunity to regain more power, the tiger faction was more belligerent in their parleys with the Valyrian Empire, refusing terms outright without offering anything in return, and used their "stance against the dragonlords and willingness to fight till victory" to gather more support.

The relations soured, and eventually, it was war.

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The tiger faction sought sorcerers as Qohor had done before their loss and also used it to further push the elephant faction.

Sorcerers required great wealth to hire, which the elephant faction had but wasn't willing to use. Branding them cowards, penny pinchers, and many other names, tigers forced the elephants to contribute to the hiring of sorcerers by turning the people against them.

The elephants weren't idle, however; since the tigers were the reason there was to be a war against the Targaryens, they had to be fighting on the front, lest the shouts of cowardice be turned to them.

In addition, as the elephant faction consisted of merchants and money lenders, they dragged the tigers into debt by forcing them to buy supplies for war from them as well as loans.

The struggle between the factions was weakening their preparations against the Targaryens, but eventually, it was set aside, because if the new Valyrian Empire took Volantis, a bleak future awaited them.

A runaway from Yi-Ti, claiming to be an alchemist of great talent, was one of those who offered his talents for a hefty price.

Unsure at first, they let the strange man display his talents.

When the barrel he had brought, filled with a black powder, was lit and tore an entire room apart, they were very sure of retaining the man's alchemy.

The alchemist also offered an idea: to fill long and wide hollow pipes with the black powder and sharp metal pieces. Once the black powder was lit, it would fire the objects with great speed and cover a wide area, perhaps enough to harm the dragons or at least their riders.

The idea was great on parchment, but issues quickly arose while making the exploding pipes.

If the pipes were too thin, they would be torn apart, but if too thick, moving them was cumbersome. The pipes could only be used slowly because using them too often widened the mouth of the pipe, causing the shots to slow down and disperse too much.

Further use without cooling them down was proven to be a fatal error, as the black powder was lit too early, and the cast iron pipe was torn apart, killing several men.

Bronze, cast and wrought iron, as well as steel from the Iron Works of the Storm Kingdom, were tried.

Cast and wrought iron were cheap, but the pipes tended to explode and be damaged quickly, while bronze was reliable and handled the heat better but was expensive.

The steel was the best, but just that much more expensive even with how cheap it was compared to before, leaving the triarchs to choose bronze-cast bombards as the weapons were named.

Another issue was the sharp metal pieces launched. Often some were torn inside the bombard, piercing through the bronze, but it was solved by putting a wooden plank inside the pipe and changing the sharp pieces with orbs.

By the time the Targaryen host was at the walls with two dragons above the walls, Volantis only had five bombards and more than enough powder to fire them as long as possible.

Hidden in towers on top of the wall, they waited until Balerion and Vhagar were close enough before lighting the fuses.

With a thunderous choir, the bombards were fired, and in the blink of an eye, Vhagar was going down.

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The Targaryen invasion of Volantis began with Selhorys, Valysar, and Volon Therys, cities in truth but considered towns by the Volantene. They too were walled, though none to match Volantis itself, and the towns fell quickly.

Too quickly.

Feeling something amiss, the Targaryens did not tarry in the cities, which did not have much to offer, as Volantis had already emptied their coffers for safekeeping. The real prize lay further down at the mouth of the River Rhoyne.

With accomplished sorcerers in great numbers to protect them against curses and such, Aegon Targaryen was more hopeful about the battle against Volantis.

Those hopes were dashed like a rotten apple to a wall when he saw Vhagar go down with his sister-wife.

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Aegon watched in silence as the she-dragon fell, possibly to her doom, hitting the edge of the wall and causing Visenya to be launched violently forward, on top of the wall.

The fall distance was short, and Visenya rose dazed, bleeding from her nose, and twisted the wrong way, but alive.

The Volantine, seeing a chance to capture the wife of Aegon Targaryen, abandoned their posts, but Aegon was faster, having Balerion perch on top of the wall, unleashing his flames on the soldiers.

Aegon lifted Visenya to his shoulder, with her blood leaking inside his armor, and his wife let out a scream in agony as her arm was jostled. Gritting his teeth, Aegon climbed back on Balerion while carrying the wounded mother of his daughter and took off.

Landing on his camp outside the outer walls, Aegon screamed for healers. Orys rushed to help Aegon down, and they carried Visenya inside the tents.

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"What happened?" Orys asked once Aegon had taken a few sips of wine to calm his heart.

Still shaken by what he had witnessed, it took Aegon several minutes to gather his thoughts and answer, "I… I don't know. They must have done some sort of sorcery, something I have never seen before. One second we almost set everyone on top of the walls on fire, the next, I heard a sound akin to a lightning strike near me, and Vhagar went down. I barely saved Visenya."

"Damn it. What now?" Their plan was to set everything inside the Black Walls on fire, breaking the enemy's spirit while keeping the rest of the city safe.

Now, they had most likely lost a dragon, and Visenya was fighting for her life.

"I'll go there and finish this myself." Aegon rose, face red with fury and the blood of his wife.

Orys ran after Aegon, stepping in his path, "Wait, stop."

"Out of my way," Aegon demanded.

"If they use the same magic on you, you may die, or worse, be taken as a prisoner. If you are lost to us, this war is over." And the empire, of course, because Rhaenys alone wouldn't be able to handle the weight of everything, not while vultures were circling over their heads.

Aegon shook Orys off, turning back. Nails digging into his palms, Aegon overthrew the desk, letting out a scream in frustration.

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While Visenya was wounded, she would survive, except for one thing.

Her left arm was mangled, and the healers saw no choice but to cut it off. Aegon was silent upon hearing what the healers wanted to do and latched onto the throat of one, almost choking the man to death before he was separated.

No matter who he spoke to, they all said the same thing.

Either the arm would go, or Visenya's life would be in danger.

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Aegon knew Visenya would be furious for what he had allowed, but better alive and furious than dead.

Now, he and the commanders of his host were discussing whether to retreat or press on.

The choice was clear, and against the words of caution his commanders gave, Aegon ordered an attack, starting by destroying the outer walls and pushing into the city.

The host moved over the broken and soot-covered ruins of the wall, seeking the enemy, but found none. Believing that the enemy had taken shelter closer to the Black Wall and moved as one for safety.

It was a mistake.

The ground burst up with the sound of thunder, smoke, and flames, shredding thousands of men to mincemeat and wounding thousands more, tearing off arms and legs, and leaving stone parts embedded in the bodies of the living.

It was a nightmare of blood and viscera, with the smell of burnt meat.

A significant chunk of the twenty-five thousand men were gone in an instant, either dead or severely wounded.

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First, they had lost a dragon, barely able to kill a dozen men, and second, seven thousand men were out of the battle without even seeing a single enemy.

Whatever magic the Volantine had, it was too strong, but Aegon was too furious to retreat. He was about to order a third attack, sending mules and other animals to trigger the traps first, but the spirits of his men were broken.

For three days, Orys Baratheon pleaded with Aegon to retreat from Volantis while securing their gains so far and preparing for the next battle, and at the end of the three days, he agreed, only when Visenya was burning with fever.

The First Battle of Volantis resulted in the defeat of the Targaryens, but not completely, for they still held Volon Therys, Valysar, and Selhorys.

Volantis, however, weren't willing to let go of their towns so easily and sent an envoy to the Targaryens, someone disposable, offering to return Vhagar's remains in return for the complete Targaryen withdrawal from their lands.

Visenya, having fought off her fever, pleaded with her husband for the bones of her dragon, though rumors persisted that some strong words had been spoken between husband and wife.

Regardless, once the Targaryens left the towns, it became clear that Volantis had done what the other cities could not: killed a dragon and severely wounded one of High Archon Aegon's wives.

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Westeros

The Storm Kingdom

Storm's End

14 YA

Today was a terrible day, and even the weather showed it.

Argilac Durrandon, the previous Storm King, father to Argella Durrandon, the Storm Queen, the God of Thunder and Eternity, the Conqueror of the Riverlands, Dorne, Blackwater Bay, and the Reach, and the Slayer of the Drowned God, was dead.

The morning of the day had found the previous king dead on his bed from old age.

Sixty-one years old, Argilac had been indulging in wine, food, and such ever since peace reigned across the kingdom. At first, his usual spars with his sons had kept him in one piece, but as he got older, the spars became less frequent while merriment increased.

The Silent Sisters had taken the body to prepare for the funeral, while Argall, Argos, and Selena were crying in their own way. Argall was trying to keep it in, acting as he believed a prince should, while Argos had locked himself in a room.

Selena was crying her heart out.

As for Ei, she too felt great sadness for Argilac's passing, but she knew he wouldn't want people to cry after him.

Rather, she was sure that wherever his soul was, her mortal father would demand that they laugh, remember his battles, victories, losses, good and bad days, and drink in his honor.

However, it was important to let everyone handle it their way.

"It is alright to cry, for crying is to be alive." Ei laid her hand on Argall's shoulder, and the young man looked at her, eyes glistening, but too stubborn to cry.

"Then why don't you?"

"Because our father would want us to smile, and while I am sad, I will honor his memory as a warrior, a father, a husband, a king, and most importantly, as family."

Argall nodded, finally letting his tears fall while Ei gathered him in her arms.

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The funeral was for two weeks later while Argilac's body was kept from decaying through magic. There were many who wished to attend, mostly his peers, and those that wished to pay their respect to the man that had kept the Storm Kingdom from falling apart before Argella Durrandon revived it.

They were there as family, standing at the front, while her friends were at the back with the guests.

The Septon began a long-winded speech, though she was too lost in her memories to listen.

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Eventually, Argilac was laid to rest, and it was time for the feast.

True to her word, Ei honored Argilac's memory by telling stories of his victory against Garse, his decisions in trusting her, and more.

His peers spoke of the battle in Essos, of Argilac's valor and strength, his honor and generosity.

Slowly but surely, the mood became less somber.

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After the feast, she was told of the latest events in Essos.

The Targaryens had taken a great blow from Volantis, which had killed one of their beasts and severely wounded Visenya Targaryen, as well as killing or wounding around seven thousand men through loud and flashy sorcery.

"You know, I think it is more likely that these triarchs found a way to make explosives." Which was a problem, at least for the Targaryens.

Sasayuri did not like any of them, but the Targaryens were better by leagues.

Ei rolled her shoulders. "Maybe, or maybe it is sorcery. Either way, have ships stationed near the Stepstones. The victory might make Volantis bold, and I don't wish to see slavers near my lands."

Sasayuri took out a paper and a pen, something Ei had to create after quills and brushes had become too cumbersome, and wrote down the orders to prepare the royal navy to patrol the Stepstones for any signs of pirates, slavers, and other outlaws.

Essos was heating up with trouble, but for now, she would drink in Argilac's memory.

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In the next chapter:

"Enough," Aegon slammed his hands on the desk, and Rhaenys took a step back, not expecting her husband to scream out of nowhere, while Visenya stood her ground, "No more of your Shadow Watchers. You will not command them anymore."



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As such, I want to write a new story.

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Mortal Considerations : Hela X OMC Human - MCU

 

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Anakin Skywalker : The Sorcerer Supreme - Star Wars X MCU

 

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