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It was already night, so Robert couldn't leave for Meereen right away.
He didn't bed Missandei again and maintained a respectful distance. With Grey Worm constantly frowning and sniffing around, Robert kept his mouth shut, too. Other than a few insults, of course.
The next day, a major portion of the Unsullied army marched out of Yunkai with two long rows of handcuffed men, all chained together in a line. The left line belonged to the nobles of Astapor, and the right line belonged to the nobles of Yunkai. There were more than five hundred nobles they had captured.
Robert rode a horse alongside Missandei. But it took them almost three days to reach Meereen due to the slow pace of marching soldiers and the prisoners. Thankfully, he found no lack of comfort with tents erected for him at every stop. And also, occasional attention from Missandei's soft lips.
"What's goin' on here?" Robert noticed something different as he rode into Meereen. "The city feels different. Where'd all the noble prancers bugger off to?"
Missandei looked equally confused. Normally, the streets were filled with men dressed in varying colors. Now, most men wore simpler clothes. Also, there were fewer people in general.
Nonetheless, Robert entered the Great Pyramid and found Ser Jorah waiting for him at the base. With a deep frown on his face, the ex-slaver Knight of Westeros didn't seem very pleased to see him.
"Khaleesi wishes to see you right away." Ser Jorah stated and led the way up the massive pyramid.
"What happened here? The city looks empty." Missandei asked as she kept pace beside Robert.
Ser Jorah grunted first. "A great deal has happened. The nobles sought to reclaim the city, and many good men paid the price. Daario fell in an ambush. The Queen has dealt with most of the surviving nobles—those who remain are being hunted as we speak."
That's it? That's her wisdom? Robert frowned in silence. He knew the nobles would rebel as soon as Daenerys decided to randomly crucify the nobles out of spite. What happened now was a mere reaction.
"So the Queen's going to gut every last noble, eh?" He asked.
"Aye, that's her plan. In her own words, you can't build a new house atop an old one. The old one must be demolished to the very foundation first." Ser Jorah answered and led them through the final turn, ushering them all into Daenerys' throne room.
Robert looked up at the stepped platform where Daenerys stood alone. Her lips held a bright smile, her garb now less colorful, colder and more serious, less revealing. Something had changed in her. It was visible.
He formed a smile on his lips, too.
"The Slaver's Bay is yours." Robert declared as he walked up the stairs to reach her, face to face on the same level. Well, perhaps not face to face as he towered over her. "Got all them noble sorts rounded up and brought over."
Daenerys stared at his face for a short while, constantly smiling as if he were her lover. She then walked around him and hugged Missandei.
"Ser Jorah," Daenerys addressed. "Have the prisoners locked. I gave them their chance, and they chose pride over change. I will not waste the lives of my men on stubborn fools who would rather cling to their chains than break them."
"There are five hundred of them, Your Grace. Are we to feed them? It will drain our stores." Ser Jorah asked.
"Aye, lop their bleedin' heads off an' be done with it," Robert suggested, just to see Daenerys' reaction.
The Mother of Dragons shook her head. "No need to feed them too much. But rather, they shall be feeling someone. Rhaegal and Viserion require a constant supply of cattle, it's better to utilize… alternatives."
What? Robert hid his expressions well, but his mind was in turmoil. Even though he considered himself ruthless, he never bothered to torture men. He gave swift death to his enemies. Feeding them to dragons was foolish. It would likely make the dragons addicted to human flesh.
What chance? You took cities like a child snatching sweets, then tossed them aside when the thrill was gone. You've never ruled a damn thing in your life, woman.
"Understood, Khaleesi." Ser Jorah instantly obeyed and left.
Robert said nothing. He silently evaluated Daenerys and her mental state.
"Lord Ned." Daenerys turned back to Robert, then, to his surprise, stepped forward and embraced him, resting her head lightly against his chest. "You have my gratitude, truly. I will not forget this kindness… and I think you will find the reward I have in mind for you most enjoyable—tonight."
"Haha!" Robert wrapped his mighty arms around her too, one reaching for her slim waist. "Aye, I can't wait."
"You must be weary from your journey. The servants have drawn a bath for you. Rest, and we shall speak again at supper." Daenerys turned from him, reclaiming her seat. "I still have some petitions to hear."
"Bloody starvin' I am!" Robert turned around and walked past Missandei, leaving the throne room. "I'll be seein' ye lot later, then."
In truth, he didn't want to be there. Robert, or perhaps the creature he'd become from the combination of two souls, hated tyrants like the Mad King. Perhaps the combined hate of two souls had soared even higher now.
Seeing Daenerys make such decisions left him with no excuses.
The time to end his Essosi adventure had arrived, it seemed.
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In all honesty, Robert was shaken by what Daenerys had committed. She'd murdered half the nobles of Meereen by the time he returned, and then she condemned all the nobles from Yunkai and Astapor he'd caught to their deaths.
He would have ignored it if she'd just killed them. But then, her decision to use the noble prisoners as food for her dragons was a little too much. They were not the signs of a just and wise ruler.
And yet here he was, sitting in his bedchamber, waiting for Daenerys Targaryen to arrive as she'd informed him during dinner. He already knew what she desired and what her plans were. He'd completed his end of the bargain, and now it was time for her.
But he felt conflicted. What to do with Daenerys? Did madness run in Targaryen blood?
Just then, the door to his bedchamber opened. Daenerys walked in her usual, proud manner. But now, she wore nothing on her dainty feet, and her attire seemed rather convenient. A sleeveless, blue gown held onto her shoulders by two, thin strings. The wide neckline barely hid anything, giving away half of her swells to his view.
Robert glanced at her from his bed. He was seated at the edge, wearing a plain tunic and breeches, no footwear.
I need to know what her plan for Westeros is first.
With that, he made the decision to do it. Since she was willing to satisfy his needs, he chose to do just that. Eventually, her tongue would slip, as all do.
"Here to hand me my reward?" He asked with a grin.
Daenerys smirked a bit and nodded. She walked all the way to him and, once standing between his spread knees, she tugged on the gown's strings on her shoulder and let it pool around her slender, milky pale feet. She had come prepared, no smallclothes, her hair untied, her cunt decorated with a thin strip of ashen pubes.
"You earned it," Daenerys replied, with a lot of pride in her voice. As she stared at his significant form, her purple eyes grew confident.
Let's hear her thoughts and return to King's Landing. Robert decided and rose to his full height, dwarfing Daenerys' short frame, her slender body that'd grown beautifully ripe. He stared down at her face that was merely reaching his chest.
Unlike the last time, where he allowed her to do it her way, this time, it was his reward and his decision to have her however he pleased. Of course, Daenerys was likely not expecting that. But he tried to hint it by keeping his blue eyes sternly at her face. Like a challenge, a taunt to her noble blood.
Then, as he began to untie his tunic, he took a step forward. In response, Daenerys stepped back instinctively as he loomed over her like a wolf hunting a rabbit.
"What's the matter, Daenerys Targaryen?" he asked with a chuckle. "Scared ye can't handle me like yer dragons? Might be, I'm twice as stubborn and thrice as likely to bite."
Daenerys smirked and stepped closer, pressing her soft, bare body against Robert's solid frame. Her supple breasts, warm and firm, smushed against his chest, her hardened nipples grazing against his skin. The contrast of her delicate flesh against the broad, muscled bulk of his torso sent a shiver through her spine.
With a playful glint in her violet eyes, she reached up and swatted his hand away, her fingers deftly taking over the task of untying his tunic. She moved with slow, deliberate intent, teasing him with every brush of her fingertips as she loosened the knot.
"I like overcoming challenges," she purred, her voice smooth as silk yet laced with confidence.
Robert let out a booming laugh, a deep, guttural sound that rumbled through his chest. He yanked the tunic over his head and tossed it aside. His tanned, battle-worn body was on full display now, a thick wall of hardened muscle. His smirk widened as his heavy hands settled on his hips.
"In that case… I won't make it easy."
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