The Warg Lord (ASOIAF)(SI)

[ATP]

And that is how Mountain raped Sarella,Nym ,Oberyn and Jon to death.Unhappy end.
Jokes aside - thanks for chapter,and after such worlds somebody from his party should die,or at least be injured.

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter Great story as always

 

[LazyWizard]

After cursing himself for being an idiot and raising a bloody death flag for no good reason, Jon immediately gave up all of his leisurely attitude and began to speed up his drawing speed, wanting to take care of all his enemies before anything changed due to some indescribable cosmic rules.


Meanwhile, back to the very beginning of the battle, when Ser Gregor first laid eyes on the face of the infamous Red Viper, the man had gotten so shocked that it had taken him more than a few seconds to simply comprehend who was standing in front of him.


"Martell!"The knight growled as he raised his great sword while sending a fierce glare towards the spear wielder, "How did you enter the Westerlands?"


The Mountain, of course, recognised the man in front of him to be Oberyn Martell, the second prince of Dorne, as he had seen the man during his younger days when he was a squire training to become a knight at Casterly Rock.


This hateful foreign prince had always been a thorn in his side and was one of the key reasons why Gregor rarely left the Westerlands, why he always preferred travelling with his whole party, and why he had created his tiresome habit of always wearing his bulky armour all day long...


All because of this man's unquenchable desire to slay him.


That is not to say that the Mountain was afraid of him coming to kill him... no, no, that would be too laughable.


The Mountain was scared of no one when it came to a fight, not those so-called greatest warriors of the realm in the Kingsguard, not those fancy knights from Reach or Vale, not those brutal savages from the North, and especially not this pancy from Dorne.


This knight had absolute faith in his ability and had always considered himself to be the strongest in Westeros, across all kingdoms, no questions asked.


And the Mountain had every right to be this arrogant, as none of his opponents, no matter how famous they were among the smallfolks, or how righteous they were, or how many gods there were with him, had ever been able to take a hit of his great sword and survive— no one.


So, no, the Mountain was definitely not scared of this man's ability to kill him, as he was just another one among those countless other idiots who were after his head, and he never cared about them.


But what he absolutely loathed about him were those so-called cowardly tactics this man was well known for, the kind of shit that he could not fight against.


He was one of those few in Westeros who not only had the resources but was also despicable enough to try and kill him by using poison or other gutless tactics, such as sending an assassin to take him out in his sleep.


The thoughts of dying in such a way had made the Mountain so paranoid that he had been forced to keep a poison taster in his keep, as if he were one of those fat, fancy lords who were afraid of their own shadows.


And why was this man after him?


Just because he had played with that damn sickly girl more than a decade ago, before killing her as he was ordered. As if she would not have died without him.


So, safe to say, the Mountain had always been hoping for a chance to get rid of this pest in the past, but since this man had never appeared anywhere near Kings Landing or the Westerlands, he had never gotten lucky enough to get one, but now...


Now this idiot prince, who knew a little bit of dancing with a spear and considered himself to be a good fighter, had delivered himself to him on his own accord... probably under some delusion to claim vengeance with his own hands.


'Oh, how he would enjoy hearing this Dornish trash's screams of agony,' Mountain thought with a deranged gleam in his eyes.


"Dead men have no need for information," Oberyn replied with such a cold gaze that it would have made Eddard Stark proud.


"You are right about that," Gregor smirked and then lunged at Oberyn in the very next instant, putting all his speed and strength into his sword, wanting to take him down with a single swing.


But Oberyn seemed to have been expecting the surprise attack and, with a simple jump back, dodged the attack that would have cut down most of the elite warriors in this World.


'Tsk,' Gregor clicked his tongue in irritation at the missed chance, but his sword did not stop for a single second, as he continued his attack, with every slash, hack, and swing of his great sword containing a brutal ferocity that made the wind scream.


Most people only knew about Mountain's incredible strength, but they did not know that this beast also knew how to convert this strength into speed, making it impossible for anyone who had not spent their entire life training in combat to even be able to see the sword trajectory, let alone fight back.


In fact, an average person's first reaction upon seeing this bull-sized man coming at him while waving a man-sized great sword would be to panic, cower, and run away, or simply stand there and accept their fate.


But Oberyn was one of those rare few individuals in the world who had lived half his life amongst blades and blood, so he neither feared the man nor panicked at the sight of his might.


His mind was as calm as a pool of water as Oberyn weaved in and out of the Mountain's mighty strikes as if he were a leaf floating in the wind.


Every inch of his body was tightly wound, moving according to his exact wishes, and his spear was almost a shadow in his hand, attacking and deflecting at the tiniest of openings, rotating faster than a man could blink, and every hit of his was precise and always focused on the joints of the knights armour, wanting to take the man's limbs out of the equation first.


This was what all those months of training had been for, this was why he had foregone wine, foregone sweets, and all his other indulgences... he had trained until he dropped, from sunrise to sunset, and it had all been for this very moment.


And it paid off...


As Oberyn was feeling more level-headed in this battle than he had ever been before in his life, every single move of his enemy was as clear to him as if he were reading them from a book.


At this moment, in this battle, Oberyn felt that his combat ability was at the very peak of his life; he had never been better than this, nor did he think that he could ever become better than this.


In fact, Oberyn felt that if he wanted to, then it would only take him less than a dozen precise stabs into the small openings in the armour around his face to bring this beast down, but no... that would be too easy; Oberyn would not lose himself to momentary bloodlust; he would control himself and only attack to disable the Mountain.


And while it was a lot harder to subdue than to kill someone, especially someone like the Mountain with his thick armour, Oberyn knew that he could do it.


It would just take a little bit of time and patience...


"ARGH! Just stop moving, you insect!!" The Mountain roared as the Dornish prince once again ducked under his swing at the last moment, all while attacking his knee joint with the butt of his spear, which the Mountain completely ignored like every other hit of his. But even with his abnormal physique, Gregor was slowly starting to feel the burn of those hits piling up.


But the Mountain still did not think that he would lose, as no matter how many times this bastard managed to duck or dodge, there would eventually be a moment when he would get tired, and make a mistake, and that... is all the Mountain needed, just one chance to get in a solid hit, and he knew for sure that the man would immediately go down like a house of cards.


'Now, if only this bastard could stop moving for one fucking second! Ugh!'


But no matter how much effort and power Gregor put into his attacks, or how fast he tried to be, he just never caught up to the Viper, who circled him again and again, always managing to keep just enough distance to be able to dodge his attacks, but still stay close enough to hit him accurately.


Before this, the Mountain had never felt that his skills with the sword were inadequate, but now... Now he realised that, except for training his strength and stamina, he had never paid much attention to those complicated sword forms that those other knights practised daily, considering them just stupid, useless dances, but now he regretted that choice, thinking that perhaps it would have been better if he had practised them a few times.


"Huh... huuh...huuh..."


Slowly but surely, the Mountain got tired as he began to breathe heavily, his swings began to lose their previous ferocity, and while he still had enough stamina to go on, his muscles had already started burning from the continuous overexertion.


And since misfortune never comes alone, at the exact moment that the Mountain was feeling the most weary, his head was suddenly hit by a jarring disorientation spell, which made his surroundings blurry and his focus also narrowed by a large margin.


"Wha—" The Mountain faltered as he vigorously shook his head, trying to shake off his dizziness, but it did not help much, and his irritating headache also decided to flare up at that moment, with an intensity like never before, 'What the hell is happen—Argh! Damn it! Must be that damn poison!'


That's right, it had taken a while, but the poison had finally started working its magic; in fact, the rest of the party, those who were still alive, were already half dead because of its effects, unlike the Mountain, who was just having small vision problems.


But that small momentary problem was the straw that broke the camel's back, as Oberyn did not miss the opportunity and slammed the butt of his spear into the back of the Mountain's knee with all his body's strength.


And all his efforts finally paid off as the Giant was brought down to his knees.


"Shit!" Gregor cursed as he barely managed to stop his fall by placing his left hand in front of him at the last second. Even in this position, the Mountain did not lose his sword and swung it at the cursed Dornishman, but he missed as Oberyn jumped back with an easy grace.


The Mountain tried to get back up on his feet again and again, but his knee was seriously hurt this time, and just shook helplessly, refusing to follow his orders. It seems that all those previous hits that he had taken before were finally taking their toll on him.


"Ugh!" The Mountain grunted as he swung his sword wildly, hoping to catch the bastard on one of his errant attacks, but he knew it was fruitless, as he couldn't even touch him at his full strength, let alone now from his awkward half-kneeling position.


'Finally,' Oberyn was breathing just a little heavily at the moment, but other than that, he was feeling completely composed, his eyes were fully alert, and he forced himself not to become complacent just because his enemy was kneeling, as he knew that this was the most crucial moment.


He slowly but surely began to close the distance with the beast, while continuing to focus his assault on Mountain's other knee and his hand holding the sword, wanting to completely deprive him of his mobility.


It took him some effort, but eventually the Mountain's hand faltered as the sword was bashed out of his shaky hands, and he was finally made to fully kneel with both his hands and knees flat on the ground.


Oberyn finally allowed himself to feel a hint of relief, as he had finally managed to accomplish what he had set out to, and brought this beast in human clothing, this scrouge on the face of Westeros, down on his knees.


"W-Wait! Don't kill me!!" Mountain's voice quivered as he begged using words that the man had never imagined he would ever use in his life, "I-It was not my fault, what happened!" he growled, looking up with a desperate look on his face, "I was ordered! I was just doing my job! Your sister Elia—"


"Keep her name out of YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!" Oberyn roared as he lunged and brought his spear down on the monster's head, but Mountain moved as if he had been waiting for that as he abruptly dodged at the last moment and pounced at Oberyn with the sword that he had reacquired sneakily.


"ARGH!!"


The Mountain had used all of his remaining strength and wits, but sadly, Oberyn was no rookie and easily evaded the desperate man's desperate attack.


He was going to make no stupid mistake at this final moment, no matter how full of rage he was at the moment, and no matter how much his blood boiled to make this monster pay immediately for daring to utter his sister's name.


But unfortunately for him, while he did not make the blunder at this crucial moment, someone else did...


...


"FUCK!" Nymeria screamed in despair as she looked at the spear enlarging in her eyes, feeling completely helpless to stop it, 'Am I going to die?'


A few seconds earlier, the girl had been feeling on top of the world; she had been making easy work of her two opponents, completely overpowering them to the point that they had to take turns to keep her occupied.


And as the fight went on, and they began to accumulate injuries, and as they saw their friends die one by one, their determination to fight back got weaker, and they began to look for ways to get away, and this only made the battle easier for her.


Sure enough, a few seconds later, Nymeria captured the perfect opportunity using a feint, and made one of them extend a little too much and be unable to counter her for a moment, leaving his comrade all alone.


And the girl seized that moment perfectly, and immediately began to ruthlessly plummel the other man, and with him being so weakened due to the poison, it only took Nymeria three swift strikes of her spear before his sword was blasted out of his hand, and her spear impaled through his venomous eyes.


"Ha!" Nymeria smirked as she mercilessly yanked her spear out of the dying man and turned around, wanting to deal with the first guy and then go help her father with the Mountain.


But at that exact moment, when she was feeling the most assured, and her guard was at its lowest— Someone struck! Someone who had been waiting for that moment! Someone whom she and everyone else had already considered done for...


...


There aren't many things in this world that Amory Lorch could proudly say that he was good at.


He was not a very good fighter; he could not ride in a tourney to save his life, he couldn't do Archery, he was not very strong, his stamina was shit, and he was, safe to say, gifted with the ugliest of mugs the gods had ever given a human.


But if there was one thing—one skill that he could be proud of, something he had always worked hard to improve, then it would be his ability to kill with a knife.


He could still vaguely remember that day when he was just a young guard working at Lannisport and saw an unruly sellsword somehow take down a fully armoured knight using just a small dagger.


He, of course, got taken down by the other guards soon enough, but still, that sight had impressed the young Lorch so much that he decided then and there that he wanted to be able to do that too.


And to his surprise, he found that it was something he was actually good at. For once in his life, he could learn a skill by just putting a small amount of effort into it.


So the man put even more effort into it, hoping that one day, the skill would become useful and save his life in a tough spot.


But who would have known that he would be taken out in this battle, that would probably be the last one of his life, before he could even show off that he was not a completely useless person?


Then, as he was trying to helplessly crawl away from the fight, hoping to somehow disappear before the enemies noticed him missing, he came across the miserable man who had been killed immediately with a knife to his neck.


And at that moment, feeling the profound feeling of exhaustion as the poison slowly sapped the remaining strength in his body, Lorch finally gave up, realising that trying to run was just a delusion... that this would probably be the place where he would die.


So knowing that there was no hope for him to survive, his mind firmed up, and he decided that his final act would be retribution against these bastards.


He grabbed the knife out of the dead man, slowly crawled to a rock, sat up against it and then began to look around with his blurry eyes to find his target.


Noticing that both the girl with shield and the cowardly archer were too far away for him to reach, and that the Dornish prince will be taken care of by the Mountain sooner or later, he decided to set his eyes on the girl with the spear, but he found her to be too vigilant, and knowing that with his current strength, it would be useless unless it was a sneak attack, he decided to wait.


So he waited... and waited...


And sure enough, his patience eventually paid off as he finally chanced upon the perfect opportunity, and then, without hesitating for a single moment, he hurled the knife in his hand with all his remaining strength straight at the Dornish girl's face while, 'Die you bitch!!'


'Pity, I won't get to play with her,' Lorch thought in disappointment as the last of his strength left him and his body tumbled to the ground, unable to see the result of his attack, as his consciousness began to slowly leave him, 'And damn, she was so pretty too,'


...


'Shit!' Nymeria only noticed the sneak attack when it was less than three inches from her face, but the girl had always been very nimble, and had the reflexes of a cat so even in this dangerous situation, she managed to turn her head at the very last moment, and instead of knife taking her eye, it left just a nick on her cheek.


But unfortunately, this manoeuvre left her completely unbalanced, and her other opponent, who was already half dead, happened to be in the exact position to take advantage of her vulnerability, and even in his current useless state, the man did not miss the chance that god had presented him with.


"ARGH!" The man roared with a deranged look on his face as he stabbed his sword at the girl's chest with all his might.


Her spear was too far away, her body had just dodged a deadly attack, so at that moment, Nymeria was completely out of options and could only watch helplessly as death approached her.


"NYMERIA! NO!" Sarella, who had just taken care of her opponent and was catching her breath for a few seconds, happened to catch sight of that moment and screamed heartbreakingly at the sight of her sister's certain demise.


But while everyone else was powerless to intervene, there was someone who was not...


His arrow arrived at the perfect moment and slammed into the neck of the attacker, depriving his attack of its strength, as he helplessly stumbled drunkenly to the ground while holding his neck with a stupefied expression on his face.


'Phew! Just in the nick of time,' Jon breathed in relief as he slightly lowered his bow.


Ever since he had mistakenly raised that bloody death flag a few minutes ago, Jon had been waiting for something exactly like this to happen.


He had been patient, and he had been vigilant, constantly scanning the other battles every few seconds while dealing with his own enemies.


So it had not been particularly hard for him to capture that dangerous moment when Nymeria was in danger, and fortunately enough, he already had an arrow nocked in his bow about to take the life of his last enemy, so with just a simple change in the angle, he managed to rescue the girl and avert the inevitable death flag.


'Take that! You fucking omnipotent—'


But before the emotion of joy could even settle in Jon's brain, a second disaster struck... a disaster that he was not fast enough to avert.


...


Hearing his daughter's tragic scream had shaken Oberyn to his very core, and like any normal father, his reaction was also immediate and reflexive as his head snapped towards her with an alarmed look on his face.


Thankfully, though, before panic could fully set in, he saw her being saved by Jon's arrow, making his tensed nerves relax, but then, in the very moment, all his hair stood up as he realised what he had done, 'Oh, shit!'


A second...


Just a single second...


That was the amount of time that Oberyn had been distracted because of his daughters, but that was exactly the lapse that Mountain had been waiting all this time for...


"DIE!!!" The Mountain screamed in an enraged voice as he swung his sword with all the strength that he could muster in his kneeling position.


Even at this deadly moment, Oberyn displayed his top-notch reflexes and somehow managed to raise his spear to block at the very last moment.


But this hasty block may as well not have been there, as even in this weakened form, the sheer force of the Mountain's strike bent the shaft of Oberyn's spear, and smashed into his chest and sent him rolling away until he slammed into a rock and came to an abrupt, painful halt.


"UGH!" Oberyn coughed and wheezed, feeling as if his chest had been crushed; even regular breathing had become hard for him at the moment.


But knowing how dangerous the moment was, the Dornishman tried to push through the pain, and hurt, and even though he couldn't even open his eyes fully without getting disoriented, he tried to push himself to stand up as his hand automatically searched for his spear, but halfway through, his body jerked and he stumbled back into the ground, his mind slipping in and out of consiousness, 'Damn it! Get up!'


"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Jon cursed with a panicked expression on his face, as the battle that had been going so well for them suddenly turned so deadly, 'How the hell did it come to this?!'


///

 

[Invincible_God]

This is what happens when the sand snakes get involved.

 

[Anren]

Hooray, we killed everyone and even lost Martell, great, just great. Never liked Dornishmen.

 

[ATP]

Hooray, we killed everyone and even lost Martell, great, just great. Never liked Dornishmen.

Click to shrink...

Well,for Dorne maybe it would be better.He was too reckless.

 

[LazyWizard]

Oberyn lay crumpled on the ground like a sack of potatoes, coughing and wheezing, trying desperately to draw breath from his lungs that were having a hard time performing with the sudden compression of their living space.


That single unguarded hit he had taken from the Mountain had almost done him in, showing that even in his half-dead state, that monster's strength was not something a human can handle.


'Damn it! Don't give up on me yet!' Oberyn cursed at his trembling body as he tried to force through the pain and muster up the strength to get back up and finish the battle that he had almost won.


Fortunately for Oberyn, he was not the only one down on his luck, as that last strike had contained almost all the strength that the Mountain could muster, and immediately after he had dished it out, his strength left him, and the poison flared back up like never before leaving him too drained to take advantage of his attack and kill his enemey while he was at its weakest.


So now both men were wasted and on their knees, and whoever managed to get up first would be the winner.


But unfortunately for Obyern, few people in the world could match the Mountain in terms of endurance, and even with the poison running roughshod throughout his body, the man somehow managed to gather the strength to slowly but surely get up.


"ARGH!!" The Mountain roared angrily as if trying to scare his body into obeying his wishes, and it... was actually working, as he rose up like a slumbering giant, leaning his weight on his great sword, and after just a few deep breaths, he began to walk towards Oberyn with a murderous rage in his eyes.


'Shit! Shit! Shit! How the hell did it come to this?!' Jon cursed at this sudden turn of events, as he hurriedly turned his bow away from his last opponent, who was still stubbornly holding onto his shield like a turtle and refusing to die, and began to shoot his arrows at the Mountain, trying to halt his forward momentum.


But he may as well not have shot them for all the good his arrows did...


He didn't know if it was sheer adrenaline or just innate resilience that the beast was born with, but the man simply raised his armoured hand in front of his face and completely ignored the arrows hitting his body as if they were a mere nuisance, and continued on his way unbothered.


And while Jon knew that the monster was probably wearing the thickest armour that was possible for a man to wear and walk, he had hoped that he would still be able to feel some pain from his sharp arrows, but no, the beast continued his maddened stride towards his enemy, completely unfazed.


'Fuck!!' Jon cursed in frustration as, for the first time in his life, he felt that his archery skills, which he had been so proud of before, were completely useless against an enemy, and though it was only because of his urgency to protect someone and his desire to capture the enemy alive... it still left him a bit stifled.


Thankfully, Sarella arrived at that exact moment, giving Jon a much-needed reprieve.


"No! Wait!! Leave him to me!" he shouted at the girl to prevent her from running towards the Mountain. Instead, he pointed her towards his last opponent, "You take care of him," he ordered and then, without waiting for her reply, he immediately took off towards Oberyn, discarding his bow and quiver along the way, and instead drew his sword from its sheath.


The girl hesitated only for a few seconds before she decided to follow Jon's order, as she knew that with her skill with the sword, there was not much she could do against the Mountain, especially considering the thick armour she was up against.


So even though it frustrated her very much, she decided not to interfere in that fight and to leave her Father's fate in Jon's capable hands, and went to deal with Jon's last opponent, which was much more in line with her ability.


Besides, it would not be too late for her to join the fight once she had dealt with her opponent, and her sister Nymeria should also have recovered from her sudden death shock by then, and the sisters could then look for an opportunity to sneak attacks on the Mountain... but for now, she had an enemy to kill.


'Fuck! Slow down! You beast!' Jon inwardly cursed as he saw the Mountain single-mindedly marching towards Oberyn as if the Dornishman was the only one he could see, and unfortunately for Jon, Oberyn still hadn't recovered, and seemed to be having trouble breathing, with his hands only now unconsciously reaching towards his bent spear as if he was hoping to defend against the Mountain with it.


Thankfully, Oberyn did not have to try his luck with that broken spear as Jon managed to jump in front of him just in the nick of time.


"Your opponent is—" Jon began to announce heroically, but his opponent was not in the mood to listen to his declaration.


"Get the fuck out of my way!!" The Mountain snarled as he swatted his sword furiously at the cowardly archer who had been annoying him with his arrows from afar, wanting to take down this weak boy with a single strike.


'Damn! That's rude!' Jon inwardly grumbled at being so blatantly underestimated, but his body did not stop as he agilely ducked down, dodging the dangerous great sword, and then immediately retaliated against the hand holding the weapon with his own sword, wanting to continue the work that Obyern had been doing all this time.


'Fuck! Not Again!' The Mountain thought frustratedly, as the annoying bug that he had considered to be just a worthless archer kept on dodging all his deadly attacks in an eerily similar way to the Dornish prince before him, making Gregor almost doubt himself, wondering if he really was not as strong as he considered himself to be, if this kind of random archer could run circles around him.


"ARGH! Why don't you just die!!" The Mountain screamed as he drew even more strength from who knows where and placed all his might into his attacks, making his sword almost disappear due to its sheer speed.


'Fuck! This is dangerous!' Jon thought as he desperately weaved between the ogres' attacks, with every one of them being life-threatening.


For the first time in a while, Jon was fighting a battle where his life was genuinely on the line, where a single mistake, a single stumble over an unnoticed pebble... could cost him his life.


It was only now that he himself was up against him that Jon finally realised what kind of monster Oberyn had been dealing with all this time.


It took a lot of skill, mental fortitude and especially guts to remain calm and react accurately amidst this storm of deadly strikes, especially as the Mountain grew angrier and intensified his attack. Jon felt as if he could barely hold on, let alone find opportunities to strike back.


He had always considered himself to an elite warrior and even felt that perhaps he was a little bit better than Oberyn in combat, but now... now Jon understood that without his handy bow, he did not have that much of an advantage against the Dornishman, that pehaps he had underestimated the might that the warriors, who were at the top in this world, could unleash when they were at their peak... when their lives were on the line.


Thankfully, he wouldn't have to deal with this alone for long, as he could see Oberyn's figure slowly rising from the corner of his eyes, so soon he would have a helper, which should make it much easier to— 'Shit!!'


It seems that Jon was not the only one who noticed Oberyn's looming resurgence, as the Mountain suddenly decided that it was just too dangerous to continue to be entangled with the archer and that it would be much better if he dealt with the downed enemy first.


So, from attack mode, the Mountain abruptly went into defence mode as he began to slowly move towards Oberyn while only deflecting or defending against the attacks from Jon that could kill him, and completely ignored the rest.


And this made Jon very desperate, as it was one thing for him to deal with a Mountain with all his focus on defeating him, and quite another to deal with him while protecting a downed ally, as in the first situation, he could evade as much as he wanted, nullifying most of his strength advantage, but in the second scenario... well, his might and endurance will fully come into play in that situation.


So if he wanted Oberyn to not end up like his counterpart in the original timeline, then Jon had to work harder, make his attacks deadlier, focus on only going for the vital points such as the eyes, and the throat where there was no armour, making the Mountain believe that he was trying to kill him for real, so that he becomes more hesitant.


But this forced Jon to close the distance between them, increasing the risk for him by a lot, as at a smaller proximity, the Mountain's attacks became much more devastating, making the margin for error even smaller.


In fact, in barely half a minute since the Mountain decided to go for Oberyn, Jon had already come close to getting seriously injured over three times, only managing to dodge at the last moment after taking a few superficial cuts.


So with his heart pounding fiercely in his chest, Jon finally realised that he could actually die here and decided that it was time to put all his cards on the table, without worrying about how he was going to explain himself later.


He had cut off his connection to Frost before his fight with the Mountain, as he had felt at that moment that he would need his complete mental acuity to deal with this Monster, but it now became a hindrance for him as he would have to restart the connection if he wanted to call for reinforcement.


In the blink of an eye, almost one fifth of his mind disappeared inside of Frost, but just as he was about use the link to order his friend to launch her indiscriminatory scream attack from high above, without caring about hurting him and his allies along with their enemy(as he did not have time to use ear protection), his momentarily distraction cost him dearly...


Because the Mountain just happened to be unusually focused at that particular moment, and noticed the distracted gleam in Jon's eyes. Without even thinking about it for an instant, his body instinctively responded by sending a devastating swipe of his great sword at his enemy's vulnerable moment, "ARGH! DIE!"


'Fuck!!' Jon was caught completely off guard and panicked for the first time in this fight. His eyes narrowed to pinpricks as he looked at the deadly greatsword heading towards his body.


Almost immediately, Jon realised that he could not fully dodge that attack, and that he would have to sacrifice at least one of his hands to get away.


But since he was wearing top-quality light but sturdy armour that had been made especially for him by little Tom using the best techniques he had learned from all over Weseteros, he was obviously not going to get any permanent damage. Still, even with the armour's protection, he was sure to suffer at least a fracture, which would make that hand completely useless for the rest of the fight.


And this liability, he knew, could easily cost him this fight and his life, considering who he was up against.


But at that moment of life and death, when he knew that the danger to him was real, his mind's concentration peaked like never before...


And reacting instinctively to the threat, his spirit reacted instinctively and pulled back all its scattered parts lying outside, even those that had been hidden deeply inside Frost's mind that he had completely forgotten about. All those parts converged fully inside his mind for the first time since he began to warg in his childhood, and in its haste his consciousness brought something extra along on its return journey... leading to a wondrous miscalculation.


It would have been hard for Jon to describe what he was feeling at that moment...


It felt as if a large part of his mind that had never been used before had suddenly been unlocked for him; his brain felt bloated but somehow even more nimble and responsive than before.


It felt to him that minutes or maybe even hours had passed in his mind before he finally stopped being fascinated by the bizarre phenomenon he was experiencing, and started to understand what was actually happening to him.


It seems that at that particular life and death moment, when his mind had aggressively regathered and brought pieces of Frost's spirit along with it into his own mind, an accidental bond had been forged, one that was similar in essence but almost completely opposite to the warg connection he had before.


If earlier, he simply sent a piece of his spirit into Frost to forge a connection to control her and send her commands through his thoughts, then this time, while his own mind stayed fully inside his head, a small part of empty space had been occupied by Frost's spirit, establishing a new kind of connection for the first time.


Now, this did not mean that Frost was now somehow controlling him, because no, her mind was too simple for that kind of operation.


No, the connection this time was different, as instead of giving Jon access to Frost's various extraordinary senses, it gave him a key to utilise all her brain's numerous capabilities.


And while her brain was a bit primitive compared to a human's, there were some specific functions that the brain of an animal, especially of a magical bird species like Frost's, was far better suited to do than a human mind could ever hope for.


These tasks include, but are not limited to, processing all kinds of visual information precisely and at lightning speed, with every single detail in his field of view being retained, instead of performing like before, where most of the details had been deemed 'useless'.


Jon had read in his past life somewhere that a human's sensory system gathers about 1 billion bits of information per second, with the subconscious mind only able to process about 10 bits per second. And now Jon had acquired the capability to process almost half of that massive information previously considered useless.


So, while Jon's visual hardware(his eyes) remained the same, the processing power available to him, especially for breaking down the dynamic motion happening in his surroundings in real-time, had increased exponentially.


What he essentially got, in layman's terms, was... Bullet Time.


The same bullet time that was always being mentioned in movies and novels all over the world as a marvellous combat skill, which allows one to feel as if they had the law of time under their control...


Of course, in truth, it was all in their head, and the flow of time does not actually change.


So while he may have felt a lot of time pass as he processed his new skill, in reality, not even a millisecond had passed by, and the deadly strike from the Mountain was still heading towards him.


But this time, Jon was completely serene as he watched the great sword approaching him, feeling as if he had all the time in the world to think up a solution to his predicament.


And it did not take him long to figure out that with just a small adjustment of his body posture and by hitting the Mountain's greatsword at just the right angle with his weapon, even without using too much force, he could change the trajectory of the sword just enough for it to harmlessly pass him by.


And that is exactly what he did...


His body moved fluidly and dodged seamlessly, tracing the exact path that he had envisioned in his mind, with the greatsword unable to even touch a corner of his clothes.


His abrupt manoeuvre staggered the Mountain, who had been quite sure that this would be the strike that would bring down the annoying archer.


Sadly, the infamous knight of Westerlands did not even get time to ponder over this sudden turnabout, as in the very next moment, the shadow of a sword appeared out of nowhere and slammed into the armour on the back of his head with the force of a hammer, leaving him momentarily stunned.


'Thankfully, that wasn't a one-time thing,' Jon thought with relief, as he watched everything still happening in slow motion around him, as if a video had been slowed down to *0.1x speed, with every single detail appearing crystal clear, 'But who knows how long this will last, so better not waste it...'


With his new ability, Jon began to completely and irrevocably overwhelm the Mountain like never before, with every single one of his attacks moving through paths that seemed very bizarre from the outside, but somehow were always able to dodge around the greatsword and accurately hit his target.


'What the fuck is happening?!' The Mountain thought furiously as again and again the bastard archer's sword hit his head, making him so angry that his eyes turned red and the veins in his head almost burst open.


But no matter how furious his attacks were, they were completely useless as the archer seemed like a completely different warrior than he had been a few moments ago; it was as if the soul of Arthur Dayne had descended into this boy, making every attack of his precise, fluid, and almost... inevitable.


Jon was feeling more ecstatic at that moment than he had ever before in his life. This uplifting feeling of having everything under his control was very addictive; it made him feel as if he were a god, and the warrior before him, a mere mortal.


The moment that Mountain's arm twitched and before his weapon even started to move properly, Jon could easily deduce where the sword was intended to strike, and from there it was effortless for him to see the attack's weakness and then move his sword along the path that offered him the least resistance to his fixed target, the Mountain's head, which even if covered with an armour, could only take so many hits.


This bizarre sight left the girls, who had finally dealt with their enemies and were just about to come help him, so amazed that their steps subconsiously slowed down, and then they just stood in their places staring at Jon, moving around one of the strongest fighters in Westeros as if he were dealing with a child.


The fight hapening before them gave them the illusion that the Northern boy could somehow predict the future... as if every single move of his enemy was under his control, or else how could one explain his ability to move in such a strange way, as if the enemy's sword was deliberately avoiding him, as if the enemy was willingly providing his head to him so that he could get hit every few seconds...


It felt less like a fight between warriors and more like a training session between a brutal mentor and a particularly dumb student...


"Stop! STOP!!" Mountain screamed in agony, anger and even a little bit of plea, as the man was once again hit on his head, leaving his brain so scrambled that he couldn't tell left from right.


The knight had never felt more helpless in his life... he couldn't run, couldn't dodge, and didn't even have the option to endure a few hits to retaliate, as the bastard would just dodge no matter how fast his attacks were.


And the situation only worsened for him as this time, instead of from the front, he got hit from behind, on the same injured back of his knee that had left him kneeling a few minutes ago.


"ARGH!!" The Mountain cried out in pain and turned around, only to find Oberyn once again standing on his feet, with the bent spear in his hand, breathing just a little heavily, with hate and determination in his eyes, not having decreased by even a little.


"YOU—" He roared furiously, but before he could even finish forming his sentence or think about punishing the Dornishman, he was once again hit on the back of his head by that blasted archer.


This time, seeing him distracted, Jon did not stop after just one successful hit and continued with his assault, swinging his sword left and right, and only stopped hitting when the Mountain turned back to him to defend with his greatsword... only for Oberyn to take advantage of that to attack his knees once again.


"AAHH!!"


And that was how it went, as the two men took turns assaulting the Mountain as if they were hunting a mindless beast, always keeping his focus scattered and never giving him the chance to focus on one of them... almost driving the Mountain mad with anger.


Jon always stayed dangerously close to the Mountain, so that he could easily access his armour-covered head, which was already showing signs of being dented after enduring so many hits, while Oberyn, having not yet fully recovered, stayed some distance away and focused on using the longer reach of his weapon to target the Monster's legs.


"GO... DOWN!!" Oberyn angrily screamed as he attacked again and again, pouring all his frustrations and anger into the bent spear that was almost on the verge of breaking in two.


"DIE! YOU BEAST!!" Jon too hollered as he was swept along into the Dornishman's passionate anger and intensified his attacks, striking almost three times as much as the other man, even though most of Mountain's focus stayed on him.


"NO... Not... like... This..." The Mountain growled as he stumbled, and his legs, finally unable to take any more beating, gave up, bringing him once more to his knees.


Having already gone half delusional from the beatings he had taken to his head, he wildly waved his sword around him while screaming incoherently, but in the end, he was unable to stop the inevitable from happening...


"DIE!!" The two men screamed in unison as their weapons simultaneously slammed into the Mountain's head at the exact same spot, making an audible crack echo through the night.


And finally, after all their efforts... The beast, The Mountain that rides, The Knight who had committed countless atrocities, lost the fight and fell to the ground with a resounding thud...


...


For a few seconds, there was no sound other than the heavy breathing of the two men who still weren't able to extricate themselves from the rush of the dangerous battle and kept on staring intently at their fallen foe, as if expecting him to jump back up at any moment.


"Er, I don't think he is going to get up any time soon," Nymeria's awkward voice came a few seconds later, and finally broke Jon's concentration.


And the moment he lost the tension of the battle, Jon was abruptly yanked out of his special state, and this abrupt loss left him so disoriented and mentally feeble that he had to use his sword as a support to stop himself from falling headfirst into the ground.


"There are... chains in my bag," Jon let out after a brief struggle, his eyes remaining closed as he tried to regain his lost bearing and to push through the aftereffects of his new skill.


"Huh?" Nymeria let out in a confused manner at the random piece of information, but unlike her, Sarella immediately understood what Jon was asking for.


"Right!" Sarella nodded with a serious expression and immediately turned around to go towards the shrub behind which Jon had hidden during their ambush. A few seconds later, she came out carrying long, thin pieces of iron chain that looked very heavy in her delicate hands, "Nym, help me bind him."


"Sure." The girl nodded, finally understanding what the chains had been prepared for, and immediately went to help her sister with the labour-intensive task.


Together, the two sisters slowly and carefully moved the Mountain and wrapped the chains around his large hands and feet, making sure more than once that the bindings were tight enough that the beast could not break free, even with his strength.


And all while the two men remained at guard, standing vigilantly with their weapons tightly gripped in their hands in case danger arose... thankfully, though, the worst-case scenario did not happen, and the Mountain never woke up.


*Thud!!*


The moment Mountain had been fully secured, Oberyn's body lost all its stress, and the adrenaline on which he had been functioning until now finally proved to be insufficient to hold back the injuries he had sustained, and with no sign of danger around, his body gave up and fell straight to the ground.


"Father?!" The two girls cried as they rushed towards Oberyn and immediately knelt beside him, concernedly moving their eyes over his injuries, making sure that there was nothing life-threatening there.


"Father, are you fine?" Sarella asked worriedly, but Oberyn did not seem to have heard his daughter's anxious question; instead, his entire focus was on something behind their heads.


"I did it..." Oberyn muttered softly with unfocused eyes, looking at the night sky as if he was searching for someone, "I finally did it..." he deliriously repeated again and again, until finally he cried with all his might, "I DID IT!!" as if trying to make the twinkling stars above him hear his declaration.


'Yes, you did,' Jon softly acknowledged as he looked away from the shiny tears slowly falling from the eyes of one of the toughest men he had ever known.


A small, relieved smile also appeared on Jon's face at having finally avenged his half-brother and half-sister, whom he never got the chance to meet.


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If you can't wait to read ahead, then I urge you to go to that magical place where you can get things from the future...

 

[ATP]

well,now they must deliver Mountain,Armory and injured Oberyn to ship.I hope,that they could use horses.

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter.

 

[Senju Mekkyuka]

The mountain has become a multi-phase raid boss... It put up more resistance than the Night King from the series... I can't wait for what's next ^^

 

[oguh]

What a contrived reason to have a boss fight and unlock MC new power up

 

[LazyWizard]

"Now, how are we supposed to deal with all this?" Nymeria asked as she massaged her aching back with a troubled look on her face as pointed towards the mess of dead bodies thrown half-hazardly into a pile, as well as the two prisoners who were snoozing peacefully without a care in the world, as if they were having pleasant dreams.


The end of the battle had not spared them from labour, especially Jon and Nymeria, who were the ones who had to go to all their fallen foes one by one, and run their weapons through their unconscious bodies to make sure that they did not wake up again.


Because quite a few of them had succumbed to the poison instead of being killed by arrows or spears, and since the girls had made sure beforehand that the poison wasn't deadly enough, they had to now go the extra mile just to be sure before they could drag the bodies to the centre.


After all, none of them wanted to experience the stupid feeling of having all their hard work and plan go to waste just because one of their fallen foe managed to wake up... one Amory Lorch revival was enough of a lesson for them.


And while the two of them did that, Sarella had not been spared either, as the young girl was the one who had been given the tiring task of moving the two prisoners away from their comrades and then administering a healthy dose of a newly made poison into their mouths so that they would not wake up until they needed them to be awake.


Unfortunately for them, one of their would-be helper had been retired prematurely, or else their workload might have been a little bit lighter.


That retired warrior was feeling more than a little surreal as he lay against a tree, drinking willow bark tea mixed with some drops of milk of poppy, watching his friend and daughters toiling on his enemies' dead bodies.


Oberyn was feeling very restless at the moment after that fight, and wanted nothing more than to help the other three.


But Jon, using the rudimentary first-aid knowledge he had picked up from listening to Sam during their long days of camping, had diagnosed him with the condition of having two fractured ribs.


Fortunately, though, even with his extensive activities immediately after sustaining this injury, there had been no puncturing of lungs, so he had avoided the worst-case scenario, for which Oberyn was thankful.


But he still needed proper medical assistance, which unfortunately was not available in the middle of nowhere, and neither could they just head towards the nearest healer and ask to be treated without the question of, 'Why is this Dornishman asking me to treat him? And what mishief has injured him?'


So in the end, Jon wrapped his chest with some thin linen to act as support for his ribs, but kept the wrapping loose enough not to constrict his breathing (as he had read somewhere that these kinds of things used to cause Pneumonia in the 18th century) and then relegated the Dornish prince to stationary rest.


And now he sat there on a rock, idly watching his daughters and his Northern friend, tiredly go about doing the dirty work, even after the tiring battle they had been through.


"And more importantly, you still haven't told us how we are going to move our captives out of Westerlands?" Sarella asked as she walked towards the two of them, while wiping her carefully washed hands with a soft cloth that she then immediately discarded. It was a cleaning habit that she had been instilled from a young age to do every time after she had dealt with poison.


"The bodies we can simply burn," Jon replied with a shrug, his eyes half-lidded as if he was forcing himself to not sleep then and there immediately,, "And as for carrying our captives..." he said as a momentary frown appeared on his face before his expression cleared up with a smile, "Well, it will only be a few more minutes before she reaches here... so you will get all your answers then,"


"Who? Who is coming here and—" Nymeria started to ask confusedly, but her sister interrupted her.


"Ugh! Don't even bother asking him," Sarella said with an annoyed groan, "You should know by now how much he loves his mysteries, Nym. Just look at the smug look on his face, you can tell there is no way he is going to give us a straight answer."


"T-That is definitely not true." Jon said with a disgruntled expression, as if repulsed by the thought that he could ever look smug like a third rate villian, "I always try to be truthful as I can be with my words. After all, I am the son of Lord Eddard Stark and—" he said only to hear an unexpected snort and turned to see Oberyn looking at him with an amused expression, which confused him as he wondered why that simple fact would entertain him so much, "So I can't let down my honourable father by lying," he continued subconsiously while turning back to the girl.


"Oho, is that so?" Sarella asked as a small mischievous smile appeared on her face, as if she had been waiting for this, "Then answer me this, Jon 'honourable' Snow: "What was that you did towards the end of the battle? How exactly did you suddenly get so good? Were you holding back from the start?"


"Oh, that, um..." Jon was a bit flustered at that, as his eyes shifted evasively as if he was trying to remember the answer. "Well, er, you could say that it was a sudden enlightenment kind of thing. That's right," his eyes firmed up a bit as his voice went into the unhurried story mode that he used with Arya and Bran when they could not sleep, "At that exact moment of life and death... I was somehow able to remember all the hours that I had spent training in the yard, all my knowledge of fighting that I had been learning since I could walk, culminating in my mind at that moment, making me a much better fighter than before," Jon finished with a satisfied nod while giving her the most overused trope of the Novel MCs in his previous, "It was only an instant but it was very... enlightening," Jon nodded with a far away sage-like look on his eyes.


"Huuuh? W-What does that even—"


"Enough questions about that for now," Jon said, turning away from Sarella while waving his hand, "We really should start gathering the firewood and burn these bodies before they start to smell. So let's not waste any more time." And then, without waiting for their reply, he immediately began moving towards his luggage to take out his handy saw.


"Hmph! I told you he won't tell us the truth," Sarella murmured to Nymeria with a snort as the sisters followed after Jon into the forest, to help him carry the firewood, "Honourable, my ass."


Jon easily ignored the mutterings behind him and focused completely on the task in front of him, wanting to be done with it as soon as possible and move away from this place of death.


After all, who wants to camp in a place surrounded by their dead enemies?


So with him being so enthusiastic, and with there being plenty of dead wood in their surroundings, there was soon a small pile of dry wood at his feet, which left the girls with the simple job of transporting it back to the clearing.


And so with their collective efforts, it only took them ten minutes to have a decent amount of wood covering the heap of bodies. Just about enough for them to be burned beyond any recognition, which should give the four a few days' leeway before the nearby lords learn about this ambush and start placing blockades and checks to search for them.


And in the exact moment they finished, a loud neigh echoed through the clearing, scaring the three Dornish so much that it almost gave all of them a collective heart attack, but before they could panic and reach for their weapons, Jon suddenly turned and exclaimed, "She is here!" with a cheerful smile as he ran towards the voice.


This drained most of the tension in the other three's bodies as they realised it could not be an enemy or a stranger if Jon was so happy about the new arrival.


A few seconds later, an extremely majestic horse burst into the clearing while pulling a big but compact carriage behind her, and without any hesitation, the horse headed straight for Jon while neighing loudly, as the three looked dumbfoundedly at the carriage that was being driven with no driver behind the horse to guide the carriage.


"Peggy!!" Jon called out delightfully as he met his friend halfway and began to run his hand through her lush white hair, and the horse responded equally enthusiastically as she vigorously but gently rubbed her head against Jon's chest, "Did you miss me, girl?"


"EEEH!" The horse replied with a delighted neigh and joyful nod of her head.


It had been more than a few months since Jon had last seen his friend, so safe to say this reunion was more than a bit special.


There were no forseebattle in Essos and with him constantly travelling through free cities mostly on his ships, Jon had not wanted Peggy to suffer from constant sea travel, so he had sent her to Winnterfell where his lovely sisters could care for her properly, but now that he was back in Westeros, and most of his family was out enjoying their vacation, he had called her back to him as there was no one better to take someone discreetly out of Westerlands.


"Um, is this the 'her' you were talking about?" Sarella asked hesitatingly as she and her sister slowly approached Jon, both of them wearing weird expressions on their face, with their eyes constantly searching the carriage as if expecting a hidden driver to jump out at any moment, but the carriage remained empty and with the warm scene in front of her, Sarella was finally forced to believe that the one Jon was talking about earlier was in fact... just a horse.


"Of course she is," Jon replied with a bright smile, as though all of his exhaustion had vanished simply by reconnecting with his close friend, "Martells! Meet Pegasus, the best and smartest horse in the world," he praised and the horse in question immediately raised her head in pride as if she could understand him, but when Jon did not continue she nudged him with a leading look in her eyes, "Oh, and of course, not to forget the fastest in the world," he added with wry smile as the horse finally looked satisfied.


The three from Dorne exchanged bewildered expression with each other at the strange exchange happening in front of them, before Oberyn step forward and, as the one most immune among them to odd things happening because of Jon, asked him directly, "Is this our ride out of here?" while glancing skeptically at the carriage that looked a bit too small to hold all four of them, not to mention their two prisoners.


"Yes," Jon simply nodded as he walked towards the back of the carriage, "But just for the two of us, and the two prisoners."


Ignoring the obvious question of how this carriage arrived here without any driver, Sarella asked the question that mattered more to her, "And what about the other two? How will they be getting back?" She sounded really nervous, as if almost dreading the answer.


"Well, of course, the same way we arrived here, on foot," he replied with a shrug as he opened the door to the carriage and began to drag out a large cube box made completely out of wood, with a big hole at the top, and before the other could ask about it, he pulled out another similar one out of the carriage, this one even bigger than the first.


"And what are these?" Nymeria asked curiously as she came closer and looked inside the opening on the top, only to see an intricate maze of metal locks that seemed designed to hold something the size of a human wrist.


"These... are our on-the-go prisons," Jon replied while proudly patting the boxes beside him, "They are compact boxes specially created to carry people inside them long term, with their being no chance of escaping."


The girls immediately began inspecting the strange contraption with curiosity in their eyes, and even Oberyn came over gingerly and slowly to see the so-called on-the-go prison.


"These look quite professionally made," Sarella mused out loud after a while, "Not a rush job, but as if someone regularly designs these boxes that make it impossible for the captive to exert even one per cent of their usual strength," she stated as she looked up at Jon.


"Of course, that was the whole point." Jon replied with a shrug, 'After all, one can never be careful when their enemy is a beast like the Mountain.'


"You must have been a trusted customer to get something like this assembled... especially considering that these look custom-made with our prisoners' exact sizes in mind. And only repeat buyers would get privileges like that, right?" Sarella continued with a raised eyebrow, "So tell me, Jon, how many like these have you brought before?" she asked with her eyes narrowed as if wondering if he had a devious hobby of capturing people this way and then torturing them.


"Yeah, right, I have a secret prision full of my enemies hidden away somewhere, and I regularly go there on full moon nights to enjoy watching them suffer," Jon replied sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, but then he saw the strange way that the Dornish family was looking at him and realised that they were actually judging him and immediately backtraced, "I am jesting of course. Why would I need something like that? I don't even have that many enemies. This was just something that I found out from a hidden expert in King's Landing."


"Hidden expert? Who?" Sarella had obviously been teasing him before, as she knew enough about Jon from those weeks spent on the ship that he was not the kind of person capable of doing something like this, that only the most heinous of people like the Mountain deserved, to innocents.


But now she was more curious about this so-called hidden expert hidden in King's Landing who was capturing his enemies in a box.


Jon looked quite reluctant to answer at first, but then he saw the inquisitive look also present in the eyes of the other two and decided that it was a harmless piece of knowledge anyway. "The one who commands little birds to do his bidding," Jon answered with a secretive smile on his face.


"Huh? Birds?" The girls let out confusedly, as having rarely gone to mainland Westeros, they were not very familiar with the deeper intricacies involved in the politics of King's Landing's upper echelons, but Oberyn's eyes immediately widened in realisation.


"Varys, huh?" Oberyn murmured with scorn in his eyes, "If it's that rat, then I guess it's understandable that he would use something like this regularly."


After all, anyone even a little familiar with the Essosi spymaster's usual tactics would know that there were few things that man, or rather the eunuch, would not do to achieve his goals.


"Varys? The Master of Whisperers?" Sarella asked, to which Oberyn nodded distractedly.


Oberyn had gotten quite familiar with all kinds of atrocities that could be directly or indirectly attributed to the man's machinations from when Westeros was still under the Targaryen reign and the Martells were still in on all the happenings in King's Landing.


In fact, the Dronishman knew that the only reason the eunuch survived the new king and would probably continue to survive any future ones was that he was too bloody damn useful and efficient at the job he did, with there being no suitable replacement available, and no King wanted to lose his eyes and ears, unless it was absolutely necessary.


"Yeah, Varys," Jon replied with a hint of disgust in his voice, "That man regularly transports humans as if they were goods between Essos and Westeros, using boxes similar to these,"


Jon had seen close hand the various torturous conditions the spider liked keeping innocent men, women and especially children in, their only fault being that they were considered unruly and disobedient by him or his partner.


He had, of course, already known that the man was not a normal human without a modicum of morality, considering he kept a legion of mutilated children under his command, but he had not expected how depraved the man actually was and how many cruelties the man casually inflicted on those below him on a daily basis.


It was only when he had been stuck with the dilemma of transporting their two prisoner and recalling the scene of Varys showing Tyrion his hated enemy stuffed inside a box, that he had imposed close surveillance on the man to find his box supplier, but the things he had witnessed along the way had almost enraged him to take his life then and there, consequences be damned.


But he controlled himself in the end as he knew that he could not be hasty, because men like him, the ones who serve the Royal family, especially the likes of Baratheon or rather the Lannister royal family, are sure to understand that death is always close by.


That a sword could come swinging at him from around the corner at any moment, and just a momentary irritation towards him was enough for people above him to want him gone.


Especially people like Cersei and Jeffery, who are reckless, fearless and stupid enough to never think about the consequences of killing anyone.


So Jon was absolutely sure that he must have a secret contingency plan in place in case of a sudden, unnatural death—a plan that would spell doom for all of his enemies or, at the very least, ruin every single one of their ambitions.


And considering the amount of knowledge this man possesses about all kinds of secrets of the various noble Lords and Ladies in Westeros, it wouldn't be hard for him to destabilise Westeros enough to cause an immediate war, and with the man's low moral compass, he was sure to spare no one.


In fact, the exact same thing could be said of his rival Baelish, as he, too, was cunning and vengeful enough to have similar ploys in place.


Looking deeper, this must have also been one of the reasons that those two were not trying their hardest to kill the other, as no one understood the danger the other represented better than themselves.


But Jon was certain that it would not take long for him to have enough manpower and control to be able to take care of those two leeches and still be able to make Westeros weather through whatever plans they had in place, largely unharmed.


For now, though those were distant worries, and at the moment, the most important thing for them was to leave the Westerlands.


"Now, enough about this box," Jon said with a shake of his head to clear his thoughts and come back to the present. "Let's talk about the two teams," he said as he turned to Oberyn with a pondering expression, "Considering you are injured, you will obviously be one of the two to leave on the carriage," he declared to which the Viper nodded but with a look of reluctance as the hated the felling of being an invalid, especially in a hostile land.


"And since I am the only one who properly knows our way back, I will be leading the team on foot, so..." Jon turned towards the girls with a raised eyebrow, "Choose among yourselves on who will go with whom."


"Oh, I'll go with you," Nymeria jumped up and immediately her hand with a bright smile.


"...Fine, then," Jon nodded slowly, a little taken aback by her sudden eagerness to travel on foot, but then he shook his head, deciding to attribute it to her innate weirdness and went to do the heavy lifting task of moving the prisoners into their new homes, where they'll be staying until they reach their destination of Dorne.


"Why?" The moment Jon and Oberyn were out of earshot, Sarella turned to her sister and whispered in a suspicious voice, her eyes narrowed in doubt, "Why were you so keen to go alone with Jon?"


"Well... aren't you much better at making poison than I am? So I thought it would be safer if you were the one travelling with the prisoners... after all, who knows if they suddenly woke up midway and needed another dose?" Nymeria said all that with a wide-eyed, innocent look on her face as if her intention were very pure, but her sister did not miss the shady gleam hidden in her eyes.


Sarella examined her sister silently for a few seconds before she abruptly grabbed her hand and yanked her into a nearby bush.


"What do you think you're doing?" Sarella asked in an irate whisper.


"What are you talking about?" Nymeria replied in a voice that sounded wronged, as if she was completely clueless, "I am doing nothing—"


"You think I don't know how your mind works, you slut?! You want to eat him up, do you not?!"


"Whaaat?! How could you think so little of your sister? I would never do something so—"


"Oh, stop pretending! You have been making googly eyes at him ever since he defeated you. Your intentions were as obvious as a dog in heat!"


"...Fine! I admit I like the boy and want to do some naughty things with him. But what's wrong with that?" Nymeria said with a casual shrug and an unabashed expression on her face, "It's not like I would have to force him. I am sure he would like it very, very much..." she said in a slow sensual voice, "After all, who could deny a beauty like me?" she asked haughtily, "And besides, do you not think that he deserves a reward for all the hard work he went through for us? And what prize could be better than me, huh?"


"Uh..." This single sentence left Sarella completely dumbfounded, as only her sister could be so shameless as to say something like that. But the girl could not deny that there was an undeniable truth in the fact that her sister was a beautiful woman with enough curves that only a eunuch would deny her.


"And think about it... Do you really want to travel through the forest once again... after all this ordeal, when you could rest your delicate body on the carriage and take a well-deserved rest?"


"Ugh, you got me there," Sarella replied with a small pout, as she could not deny that her body was screaming in desire for rest and sleep at the moment, but still, she could hide the hint of envy in her voice.


"Oi! Why is it taking you so long? What are you doing in there? Did you not find my bag yet?" Jon's voice suddenly called out confusedly, having simply assumed that the girls had gone to bring the fire starter in his luggage to burn the bodies.


"Coming!!"


...


A few minutes later, the four of them stood in front of the carriage, in which the two box-filled prisoners had already been placed, watching a great fire burn the bodies of their enemies inside the clearing as the wind blew away the smelly black into the sky, where it immediately disappeared in the darkness.


"That should be enough," Jon nodded as he looked at the bodies burned beyond recognition with a satisfied expression, and then turned back to his horse, "Peggy, be a little gentle on the road out, aye? You have someone injured in the carriage," he whispered, and the horse immediately nodded her head in understanding.


The journey from here to the nearest port would take less than half a day, even when taking it slow, and since Peggy was well rested at the moment, she should be able to travel all night and take them to their destination before sunrise.


"You two can rest easy and sleep in the carriage without concern," Jon said as he looked at Oberyn and Sarella. "Peggy, here is very smart and knows the way very well, so you will not even need to stay awake for the watch. And my men will be waiting for you a few kilometres away from the port, and will take you the rest of the way through to the ship completely unchecked, so don't worry."


Money worked wonders in this world, especially in a small, remote port like this, where the portmasters rarely earned more than a few coins, so they were more than willing to accept an extra under-the-table income to line their pockets, uncaring of what was being smuggled out of their area.


Even Jon had been left dumbfounded when he had been told the pitifully small amount it had taken for their goods to pass unharrassed.


"Anyone I know?" Oberyn asked curiously while climbing up, as he had spent quite a while with Jon's company, so he was wondering if there was anyone familiar among the ones picking them up.


"The Advisor," Jon answered with a smile.


"Oh...you called that man from Essos," Oberyn said with a reminiscent look in his eyes, as he had been quite impressed with the Volantisi captain's wits and capability during their time in the East.


"Yes. During my time here in Westeros, all my ships are under him." Jon replied with a shrug, "After all, my next stop is King's Landing, and I needed someone smart to handle my affairs there."


"For the so-called Tourney, huh?" Oberyn looked at him with a rueful look on his face, "I really wanted to join in the fun with you in the Capital, ah..." he said as he shook his head regretfully.


"Perhaps, next time," Jon smiled as he took a few steps back along with Nymeria to give the carriage some room, "See you soon then."


"Soon," Oberyn raised his hand farewell, and Sarella too waved her hand as the carriage slowly began to move and then disappeared into the night, back on the way it had arrived from, an hour ago.


"Let us leave too, then," Jon said as he picked up his luggage and turned towards the direction of the forest.


"Let's go then, I am ready," Nymeria said with a bizarre anticipation in her voice, as she immediately began to walk out of the clearing, but after just a few steps, she suddenly noticed something, turned around only to see Jon stopped after taking the first step, staring around him with a dazed look on his face, "Huh, what's wrong?"


"...Why do I feel like I am forgetting something important?" Jon mumbled with a frown on his face.


...


Meanwhile, unknown to the four, a deshelved old servant half-ran, half-stumbled through the forest as if he were hunted by wolves.


'I...have...to get...away. I have to...' his every breath was as painful as a sword through his chest, and his lungs felt as if they were being burned by fire, but he still did not dare to give up, because what he saw today was just too far beyond a commoner like him.


And if those people actually succeeded, which actually had a high chance of happening, considering they used poison and ambush, then he was very much done for...


'No, it's good if they die. If they all die, then no one will know about it. The world will be a better place without them,' he thought as his steps slowly slowed down, 'Perhaps I can go back to my family...' he thought for a hopeful few seconds, before he brutally slapped himself, 'No! That would be idiotic! Sooner or later, the news of their demise is sure to spread. And then... they are definitely going to learn that I was part of the group, so I can absolutely not stay here... I have to run away.


He still remembered being on the verge of death at the hands of his own master's greatsword, only to be saved by an arrow at the last moment. At that moment, with the survival instincts he had cultivated living as a smallfolk in Clegane's territory, his body had responded immediately, and he had run away without looking back, knowing that it was the only way for him to survive.


'...No, I can't run away alone. Knowing the Lord's cruel nature, my family is sure to suffer if they somehow learn about me, uncaring about their innocence. So I need to hurry and take them away from here as soon as possible,' he thought and immediately began moving with determination in his eyes.


'Riverlands! That should be the place,'


And thankfully, he was the one in charge of keeping their party's gold, and now that his Master was already probably dead, the money was his to spend as he wished. 'After all, it's not like the Mountain will mind,'


...

 

[ATP]

Well,forgetting about servant...very aristocratic thing to do.
But - i really do not undarstandt,how lone horse with carriage could go through Westeros without human.Well,probably teleported,like Tywin his armies in book.

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter Great story as always

 

[LazyWizard]

"Is this it?" Nymeria asked in a muffled voice as, after much difficulty, she finally burst out of a thicket of green bushes, which was so dense that it was almost impossible to breathe, and came out into an empty area about the size of a small home.


"Yes, this is the place I told you about," Jon replied with a small, relieved smile as he enjoyed the open space and breathed in the fresh air for a few moments before he finally put down his luggage, which, while much lighter now after having most of its heavy stuff moved into the carriage, was still very cumbersome to carry while climbing through the forest.


They were at the moment, standing on the very edge of a small cliff, with the forest-covered mountain just a few meters behind them, and in front of them opened the breathtaking view of a waterfall gently falling into a small stream that then went on to cut straight through the forest.


And above them lay an ocean of shining stars, sparkling and dimming in a strange rhythm, as if they were dancing merrily, with a bright full moon in the centre acting as if it were a conductor coordinating them.


This place, which looked as if it came straight out of a hiker's wet dream, was actually only a little more than thirty minutes away from their ambush location. But it only took them so little time because Jon had led them through a rough, untrodden path that cut straight through dense forest; it was such a meandering route that even the locals may not be able to find it.


"You really know how to choose these places, Jon Snow," Nymeria whispered with a hint of awe in her as she took in the sheer beauty and calmness of this place, which stood out even more under the soft light of the moon and the gentle sound of falling water.


"Of course, I do," Jon replied with pride in his tone, as he slowly began to take out their camping equipment from his luggage, "In fact, I don't think there is anyone out there better at finding beautiful places than me," he boasted, "I just seem to have a... natural knack for it."


"And there you go bragging again," Nymeria snorted with a roll of her eyes as she turned around with a smile on her face, but then she caught sight of something that made a strange gleam appear in her eyes, "Oh, no need to take out the other one," she said as nonchalantly as she could, "One should suffice for us,"


"Oh..." Jon looked up, confused, a little taken aback by that, as he had been thinking of her in his mind when he brought out the second tent.


After all, it would have been normal for a girl to feel uncomfortable sharing a single tent with another man who was not a member of her family, no matter how familiar they were.


It was fine back then, when Oberyn and Sarella were them, but it would have been very rude of him if he tried to force them into a single tent when they were out here all alone in the wilderness... but since she didn't mind, Jon did not think much about it either.


"If you say so," he replied with a shrug, as he put the smaller tent back into the luggage and then began to set up the other one a few meters from the cliff.


"I'll help you," Nymeria said as she began to assist with nailing the pegs while Jon busied himself with tying all the ropes.


A few minutes later, the tent was perfectly set up, with the front left open to let the wind in as the nights were not too cold here in the summer, and inside there was enough room for both of them to comfortably sleep with their legs fully stretched.


Since they had already eaten food before when they were all together, sleep was the only thing left for them to do now. And that was exactly what Jon's body desired, so without waiting another Jon shuffled into the shelter, and after placing a thin but fluffy cotton mattress on the floor, which he always carried with him, he began to lie down, but just as he as found a comfy position to sleep in, a voice called him from outside.


"Oh, Jon," Nymeria's voice came in, sounding strangely gentle at that moment, unlike her usual domineering tone, "Can you come out and help me apply this medicine to my wound?"


"Hu...sure," Jon sighed as he replied reluctantly, as he felt quite tired at the moment, not very much physically but mentally, especially after that strange experience he had gone through, and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. Still, he got up nonetheless as he knew that it was normal to accumulate small wounds after a fight like that, and that they could become dangerous if they were not taken care of properly.


"So where is the—" Jon began to ask as he crawled out of the tent, but his words disappeared halfway through, and his eyes almost bulged out of his socket when he took in the view in front of him.


Nymeria, at this moment, had not only taken off her leather armour, but also discarded her inner vest, leaving just a thin cotton shirt on her body, that barely reached her midriff, fully showcasing the beautiful figure that she had inherited from her Volantene mother, and it Jon only now realised, that how much had been... suppressed before.


"What?" Nymeria asked with a curious look in her big, expressive eyes, "Is there something on my face?" she asked with an innocent tilt of her head, as if she were a simple village maiden with no knowledge of worldly affairs, but the girl could not hide the small mischievous grin on her lips.


"Ahem," Jon cleared his throat as he awkwardly looked away from the teasing demoness in front of him, "Where is the wound?" he asked, trying to make his voice as serious as he could.


"Here, on my back," Nymeria replied lightly as she slowly turned sideways on the rock she was sitting on, and pulled down her shirt on her right shoulder to show him a finger-sized nick a few inches away from her slender neck.


But Jon's eyes involuntarily skipped the wound and went a little to the right, where the sudden tightening of the shirt had done the wonderful job of squishing those godly melons, so much so that Jon, even though he realised that he was acting unlike a gentleman, could not take his eyes away, no matter how hard he tried.


"In the bag," a gentle voice drifted out, as if from somewhere far away, and broke Jon out of his daze.


"Huh?" Jon asked as his eyes rose up a little to meet the girl watching him as if she was looking at a particularly amusing monkey, "What?" he asked dumbly, his mouth feeling as dry as the desert sand.


"The cream," Nymeria said slowly, as if she were speaking with someone not very bright, "It is in my bag, over there," she pointed her finger towards her luggage placed a few meters away.


"Oh, right!" he coughed and looked away awkwardly, as a hint of blush appeared on his face. Not wanting to shame himself further, Jon immediately hurried towards the bag, all while screaming inside his mind, 'Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I behaving like a horny teenager who has never seen a woman before? Fuck! That was so mortifying!!'


But it wasn't actually Jon's fault, as while he had been sufficiently desensitised to beautiful women in his previous life by the numerous fairies on the internet, he, due to frequent illnesses and hospital visits, had an unaturally thin and weak body, so he never actually had a girlfriend, and then Covid arrived and gave him his last gift, so he died a virgin.


And in this world, he had been so fascinated and curious about everything magical and combat-related for the first decade of his young life that the last thing on his mind was to think about the fairer sex.


And when his body finally entered puberty and began to have the occasional impulse of going to the nearest brothel and partaking in the flesh of the young and the mature ladies of the trade, he was scared away by the thought of contracting all kinds of strange diseases and dying a bitter death, as with the medical standards in this unsantised world, only the rich and the noble had even notion of keeping themselves clean, so a battle in the brothel could get even more dangerous and life-threatening than a real one, especially considering those ladies served anyone with a just a few silvers in their pockets.


So a decade and a half had gone by, and Jon still had acquired no experience in these kinds of matters, and he himself had given up and decided that he would wait for the so-called 'right moment'. After all, at this point, his focus was more on surviving and, more importantly, making sure that his whole family outlived the upcoming turbulence.


Which was why he had reacted so inadequately to the teasing from this curvy, beautiful woman, acting as if his cunning, using which he had established such a large shipping empire in Essos, had suddenly disappeared.


But, in fact, Jon was sure that if it were a stranger in front of him, then he would have reacted completely differently to this temptation.


After all, he was not some lustful idiot who only thought with his lower head, but it's just... he had gotten too familiar with the girl, and was so used to her boisterous and fiery personality, where she wouldn't give an inch to anyone, that this sudden gentle sensual side of her caught him off guard. Otherwise, Jon was sure that he wouldn't even bat an eye, no matter how alluring she was... or at least that is what he told himself.


But still, he should not continue to act like this... after all, he was a rational man from the 21st century, so what temptations has he not seen. It was a bit humiliating to be made light of and to be teased by a maiden from the medieval ages.


And just like that, with a little bit of self-talk, Jon's expression eased up, and he regained his self-control.


"Did you not find it yet?" a sing-song voice asked almost mockingly, breaking Jon out of his concentration, "Or do you perhaps need my help?"


"No, I found it," Jon replied as he picked up a small earthen pot, the size of a baby's fist, sitting on top in the bag, and stood up.


When he turned around, all signs of his previous embarrassment had completely disappeared from his face, as if the shy boy from was someone else.


And when he looked at that seductive figure sitting on the rock, there was no evasiveness in his eyes this time only indifference, as if the one in front of him was just a normal burly villager instead of a young woman in her prime, "Turn around and show me the wound," he asked, or rather ordered, in a neutral voice as if completely unmoved by her provoking attire.


"Sure," Nymeria replied with a suppressed smile on her face, even more amused by this sudden tough guy act. Still, she didn't try to expose him and smoothly turned around on the rock, and then, with her body facing the waterfall, she swept her long, silky hair to the front to expose her neck and show him the wound on her left shoulder.


"I will use it now, then," he announced softly as he took a few steps forward and came close enough to breathe in a lovely fragrance that felt subtle and natural, yet alluring enough that it made him unconsciously want to lean closer.


Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Jon put his two fingers into the yellow jelly-like cream, and then, without thinking about it too much, began to apply the medicine to the small wound in the middle of a bruise that had already been properly cleaned.


Round and round, his hand went as he became fascinated with the cool elastic sensation under his fingers, and all the while he forced himself not to look towards that deep valley in the front, just a few degrees up.


It was a hard, torturous task, but Jon managed in the end, without doing anything desperate or inappropriate that would leave him ashamed, and after a reasonable amount of time, he unhesitatingly stopped, with just a hint of reluctance.


"It's done," he said as he cleared his throat and looked away, but not before taking just a few sneaking glances that he was absolutely sure would not be noticed.


"Huh? What are you doing?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, as she turned her head, only to find the boy already closing the lid on the earthen pot as if in a hurry to close shop and go home.


"Hm? What do you mean?" Jon asked, confusedly, as his movements slowed down.


"There are still a few more wounds that need your care, but..." she said as a sorrowful expression appeared on her face, and her lower lip began quivering as she was about to cry, "but we can stop, if I am being a bother to you,"


"You—" her wronged expression was so fake that it left Jon completely speechless, but no matter how artificial it was, it still worked wonders in making the young lad's heart pound, "Where are the other wounds?" he asked with a sigh, feeling a bit helpless, wondering why this demoness had decided to target him today, as if she wouldn't let him go until he completely made a fool of himself.


And Jon, even knowing he was being played with, still couldn't resist his base urges and deny that he indeed enjoyed it... just a little bit.


"Oh, the wound, there is one... here," Nymeria said as she abruptly turned about on the rock, making the distance between them almost disappear, and then, while looking up at him with her upturned eyes, she pointed towards a very shallow bruise just beside her soft, milky navel, leaving Jon so stunned that his mouth fell open, and his mind involuntarily began conjuring images and sensations of what it would feel like to actually hold this slender waist in his arms.


"And then there is this other one too..." she said softly while slowly sliding her finger up, seductively passing it over her impressive mounds and then stopped just a few inches above her pink perky cherries, that Jon could just make out through the thin cotton shirt she was wearing, and showed him a small faint mark that one wouldn't even be able to see unless it was shown.


This was just too much stimulation for the boy, and almost immediately, he felt as if a beast, a wolf, was stirring inside of him, growling and roaring, telling him to fuck all of his inhibitions and just do it... to pounce on the girl, and show her the consequences of teasing him so.


But in the end, his very last thread of sanity held him back as he snapped his eyes shut for a few moments to gather his thoughts, and after taking a very deep breath, opened them to look directly into her clear eyes, "What are you doing?" he asked seriously, sounding composed for the first time that night.


Up until now, Jon had simply assumed that the girl had gotten too familiar with him over the past few weeks, and was just teasing him for a little fun, and would push him away if he got too handsy with her, but now... now this was just too bloody past the line of a simple jest.


If it had been anyone else here in his place, then they would have already jumped on the girl and ravaged her regardless of her wishes, and it was only his morals and responsibilities that had been instilled in him by Eddard Stark from a young age, and his self-control holding him back, otherwise...


But really, how could she not realise that this... was nothing less than repeatedly putting your head inside a wolf's mouth. Doesn't she know that it could lead to... that he could lose his... restraints at any moment.


'Or maybe she does know, and she wants... him to eat her,' a voice whispered in his mind.


'No, no, no, that would be just too absurd...wouldn't it? She couldn't possibly 'want' him, right?'


'But why not? I am no longer the thin, ugly guy who couldn't even run more than a minute from my last life. I am now Jon fucking Snow. I have a handsome face and a toned body that contains more than a decade of my hard work. So it's not wrong for her to like me, right? Otherwise, why else would she be sitting here half-naked, looking at him with such a gaze...


'Is this all real, or am I about to fall into the common deadly delusion that all virgins suffer from? The common misconception that, since she looked at me twice, she must love me dearly,'


'But this is far more than just looking at him with a smile, right? There is no way I am misinterpreting this situation.'


It was as if there were two separate wills fighting inside Jon's mind at the moment, one of them was a timid virgin who was afraid of overplaying his hand and being humiliated, while the other was a ravenous beast, who was too frustrated with his gutless behaviour and wanted nothing more than to take the driving seat and show the girl how it's done.


So unable to deal with the dilemma, Jon had decided to take the Stark way and ask the girl directly what her intentions were...


"And what do you think I am doing... Jon Snow?" she asked slowly in a soft, seductive voice while looking up at him with her doe eyes and an ambiguous smile on her face, making her intentions as clear as the stream water behind her.


And with that, all of Jon's doubts left him...


Finally, there was no way for him to misunderstand anymore.


This girl, this beauty, the one who was even prettier than most of the top actresses from his past life, with a body mature enough that it would even make a queen jealous, actually wanted him.


'It was here. His time was finally here. Finally, after almost two lifetimes, he was about to... graduate!!'


'Alright! Calm down, Jon! There is no need to panic. You know exactly what to do. You've seen it done a thousand times, so there is no way you can screw this up.'


'Now, what was the first step again...'


But just as an eager Jon was about to let his inner wolf take over, at the last moment... something odd happened.


The image of Jon Snow, the original one from the main timeline, with his sullen face and stubborn grey eyes, appeared in his mind almost involuntarily. And with that came the thought of what he would do in his situation, and then, before he could think about it further, his mouth opened on its own.


"I-I can't marry you!!" Jon blurted out, and almost immediately his face paled in horror and embarrassment, 'What the fuck?! What the actual fuck?!! Why did I say that? She obviously didn't mean that— Why the hell would I even go there?! Oh, God! Just let me die!! Just send a lightening bolt and take me away right this moment!'


"Huh?!" Nymeria's half-lidded eyes widened dumbfoundedly as she realised what had happened, 'Did he just... reject me?' The girl was almost offended for a few moments, but then she saw the mortified look on his face and realised that it was not so serious, "Did you really think I was proposing to you, Jon Snow? How prude can you Northerners be?" she asked with a roll of her eyes.


"No, I was just—" Jon stammered as he tried to come up with an answer that did not make him want to commit suicide by jumping off the cliff, 'Shit! What the fuck is wrong with me?! I am usually not this dumb, right? I can't be!! So why the hell am I behaving like my IQ had suddenly been lowered?'


"You really are the son of Eddard Stark," Nymeria said with a frustrated chuckle at his hesitant expression, and then, before Jon could think any further, the girl abruptly jumped on him, sending him sprawling on his back with her hands on his chest and her butt on his stomach.


"Listen to me, Jon Snow," she lowered her face until it was just inches away from Jon's and then whispered to him in a slow sensual voice, "There is no marriage, no eternal vows here. That is not how we dornish do things. We are simple honest people," she said without a change in expression, "When we like like someone or something, we take it. And I like you, and what I want from you, is just... sex. So tell me, Jon Snow, do you like me too?"


Jon nodded slowly, a bit dazed by the tempting lips just inches away from his own, unable to think about anything else at that moment.


"Good," Nymeria breathed with a smile, and then, without waiting for another moment, she kissed him deeply and intensely, leaving him completely breathless.


It was almost a minute later that their lips finally parted, leaving Jon dazed and infatuated, which satisfied the girl very much. "Are you ready for the night of life?" she asked with an alluring smile on her face.


Jon looked at the beauty above him, and almost immediately an impulse rose in him... to ravage her, to dominate, to make her squeal beneath him, and this time he did nothing to restrain the beast inside.


"Ah!" Nymeria exclaimed as, with a simple twist of his body, Jon turned the situation around with her body pressed underneath him and both of her arms captured in the palm of his right hand, "Are you?" Jon growled with a fierce, hungry look in his eyes, which excited the girl like nothing else.


"Show me what you can do, Jon Snow,"


"Gladly."


///

 

[UndeadLord22]

Awkward fucking moments right there, but he gotten thru. Damn your cliffhanger wordsmith.

The lemons better be so damn sour and sweet that it need to rocked the hell out of Nymeria

 

[ATP]

Poor Nymeria.

 

[LazyWizard]

"Why the hell are they not here yet?" Sarella complained with a pout on her face as she leaned against the handrail of the ship and searched the forest a few leagues away with her eyes, but found nothing.


At this moment, the girl and her father were standing on the deck of a mighty galleon that was being helmed by the man named The Advisor.


This fellow from Essos, who seemed to revere Jon, had been the one to pick them up outside the port, before he and his men led them through the port town towards the docked ship waiting for them.


And the process had been incredibly smooth all the way through, so much so that Oberyn and Sarella didn't even have to show their faces, and it was only when boarding the ship, and loading their prisoners, did they even got out of the carriage.


And now, after setting off in the morning and sailing for a while, they were back at the empty coast where the four of them had disembarked for their mission a few days ago, their ship bobbling up and down in the ocean at the same location where Dacey's had been, waiting for their other two members to appear.


But it had already been more than three hours since their agreed pick up time had passed, and the sun behind them was almost reaching down to the horizon, but there was still no sign of those prodigals yet...


"Maybe they got lost..." Oberyn said with a frown on his face, wondering if the two of them had encountered some kind of obstacle, like a troublesome beast or if one of them had gotten injured climbing up and down the mountains, slowing down their pace. Still, it was hard for him to imagine these kinds of mundane problems being able to stump Jon for long.


"As if," Sarella grumbled with a snort as the girl could easily guess the real reason those two scoundrels were so late, and what they had probably been up to the whole night.


After all, knowing her sister's appetite, she wouldn't let go of the fruit in her hand until she had squeezed it dry, 'Hmph! That slut!' she thought with a somewhat envious look on her face.


"Huh, what do you mean?" Oberyn asked with a confused look on his face.


"I-I mean, how could Jon get lost," The girl stammered with a hint of evasivenes in her eyes, after all, no matter how open the Dornish were, she did not think that her father would be too happy to know that his other daughter was out having wild forest sex all night yesterday, so she could only make things up, "Do you not remember how Jon led us through the forest during the night? That man could probably walk the way back with his eyes closed... so I think they were probably just tired, and decided to take it easy,"


"You think so?" he asked back with a pondering expression on his face.


"The girl is right, Prince Oberyn," Both of them suddenly heard a deep male voice from behind them and turned around to see the Advisor leaning against the door of his cabin, looking at them with a smile while waving a thin line of parchment in his hand, "Jon just sent word saying that they are going to be here in no more than an hour."


"Oh," Oberyn said as his eyes flickered towards the small colourful bird sitting on top of the Volantene man's cabin, and realised that this small critter, which he had seen around Jon a few times, must have been the deliverer of the letter, "So did he say why they are so late?"


"He said that they woke up a little late in the morning..." The Advisor replied with a shrug, "Probably just tired from your previous night's shenanigans," he said while jerking his head down towards the lower deck where the prisoners were being kept.


"Makes sense," Oberyn nodded with an understanding expression on his face. After all, even though all four of them were equally tired after the fight, Oberyn and Sarella had been able to travel all the way here on a carriage, so had adequate time to get rest, unlike the other two, who still had to use their exhausted legs to walk the rest of the way back.


"Speaking of which, how is your injury now?" The Advisor asked as he looked at the white cotton cloth wrapped around the Dornishman's chest, peeking through his vest.


"Much better now," Oberyn replied with a grin as he rotated his right arm, "Your ship healer was quite good at his job. His salve worked wonders on numbing the pain."


"The pain is gone, but the wound is still there, Father," Sarella berated as she forcefully pulled down her father's arm with a tick on her forehead, "So why don't you stop being an idiot, and stay put without worsening your injury?"


"Ow, ow, fine, fine." Oberyn groaned with a flinch, "I won't do it again, so can you let go, dear daughter?" he asked with a pained, helpless smile, as his daughter probably gave him more damage than his own recklessness ever did.


"Oh, sorry," Sarella apologised sheepishly as she immediately let go.


"Sigh, it looks like it's finally time for me to experience what those elders were talking about," Oberyn said while shaking his head, with his hands behind his back, as if he were an eighty-year-old elder who was dissapointed with the next generation, "To think I would live to see the day where I would be bullied by my own children in my old age,"


"Don't exaggerate, father," Sarella huffed with a roll of her eyes.


The Advisor smiled as he watched the father and child bickering in front of him, but the warm atmosphere on the deck was abruptly broken by an anxious shout.


"Father!" A young boy shouted as he came running towards the Advisor, "T-The man! The Big One!" he said to the Advisor while pointing his finger behind him, "His eyes are moving again!" he exclaimed while breathing heavily as if he had sprinted all the way up here from the hold.


"Calm down, boy," The Advisor gently chastised his son, "How many times have I told you not to get so panicked over every little thing?" he said while roughly rubbing his boy's head before turning toward the two Dornish, "You heard the boy. What do you want to do?" he asked turning towards Sarella, "Increase the dosage to let them go back to sleep?"


Since the two prisoners they brought were so controversial, and with their ship still roaming in the waters under Westserland's control, the Advisor decided to be careful and not let too many people know that there were two extra passengers on board.


So, other than the two Dornish, only the Advisor and his son knew about the additional passengers abroad, and since the boy was free labour, the Advisor decided to give him the important job of guarding the unresponsive prisoners and keeping a watch over them.


After all, he had checked them carefully beforehand and knew that those two were as helpless as a chicken in that strange contraption of Jon's, so he knew there was no danger involved.


And while it was indeed a little unsuitable for a young child to guard someone like those monsters, the boy had been a captive of pirates for years and had been exposed to far worse things, so in the end it wasn't actually too much of a burden.


"No need for that," Oberyn answered with a dark look on his face before Sarella could even open her mouth, "We are already out of the port now, so it doesn't matter if those two are awake or not. It was already too comfortable for them that they stayed asleep all the way until here, so from now on, it would be much better to keep them awake and let them suffer a little rather than going to the trouble of keeping them sedated."


Now that his enemies were finally in his hands, Oberyn could barely control himself from torturing them and avenging himself. He wanted those two to regret ever having thought that they could hurt his sister and her children and then get away with it.


He still had nightmares about the grim fate that his little niece and young nephew had suffered, as well as the torture that his sister had gone through before death.


Now he wanted nothing more than to return all that debt of agony back to those two beasts, along with all the interest that had been accumulated over the years.


Unfortunately, they were still out at sea, and both Jon and Sarella had warned him more than once that even a small injury can turn life-threatening out here at sea without proper treatment.


And Oberyn definitely could not accept them dying so easily on him after all the trouble he went through to capture them alive.


So for now, he could only hold back on his impulses and make their lives a little uncomfortable to soothe his soul.


After all, these animals had lived in too much luxury for far too long, so it was finally time for them to starve and experience what it felt like to live in a box.


"Fine then," Sarella replied with a shrug, "But I will only decrease the dosage, as I'll still need to administer a little to keep them weak, or else they could get rowdy and injure themselves, and then that would create the hassle of needing a healer."


"Fine," Oberyn said a little reluctantly.


"Enough about that," The Advisor declared with a wave of his hand, "The cook must have had the food ready by now, so come, let us go have our meal while we wait for Jon."


"Ah, perfect timing," Oberyn said with a smile on his face as he rubbed his stomach, "I was just about to faint from hunger."


"Yeah, right," Sarella rolled her eyes at her father's lame jest, but followed after him nonetheless as she was also quite hungry at the moment.


And as for the prisoners... well, that could wait, as Sarella was quite sure that it would still be a while before the drugs fully wore off.


Their dinner was fish, vegetable stew and fresh bread purchased the day before at the port, and there was enough that all of them ate till they were full.


And only a few minutes after they were finished with their meal, and came out to the deck to digest their food, they finally caught sight of two lost souls coming out of the forest and waving their hands at them to catch their attention.


"I'll take a boat to go pick them up," The Advisor said with a smile as he hurried towards his first mate to have him lower the prepared boat.


...


About half an hour later, the two stragglers finally managed to climb up the ropes that had been thrown down and came aboard the ship.


Both of them looked a little rough on the edges, with leaves stuck on all over their clothes, and their hair looking like bird nests, which was to be expected as the two had spent the night sleeping in the forest.


But unlike her Father, Sarella also caught sight of some more specific details, such as the refreshed glowing look on her sister's skin and the faint dark circles under Jon's eyes as if he hadn't slept all night.


'These two definitely did it,' Sarella mused with narrowed eyes, as she saw the bright smile on her sister's face as she greeted Oberyn. 'She's definitely going to brag about it later,' the girl thought with irritation, but also a little bit of expectation.


After greeting Jon, the Advisor went away to give the order for the crew to lower the sails and immediately set off with full speed, as they were already a little behind schedule, while the other four of them got comfortable.


"You two sure took your time, huh?" Sarella said with a raised eyebrow as she took a seat on an empty crate before turning towards the two who were placing down their luggage.


"Sorry about that," Jon replied with an apologetic smile as he took a seat beside Sarella, "We overslept a little, and then the princess here," he whispered in a gossipy voice while sneakily pointing his finger towards Nymeria, "Would not move an inch until she had been served a good meal, so you really can't blame me for this,"


"I heard that!" Nymeria burst out indignantly, as she immediately halted her search for a change of clothes inside the bag that Sarella had taken with her in the carriage, and marched towards the two with her hands on her hips, "How dare you put this on me, you insufferable beast?!" she hissed as she towered over Jon, who immediately began cowering away from her with a nervous look on his face, "It was all because of you that I was tired all night, and now you have the nerve to blame me for not wanting to set off immediatley, huh?!"


"I—"


"What do you mean by that?" Oberyn's voice suddenly asked before Jon could offer his apologies and appease her.


The Dornish prince had gone to the cook to bring the two some leftovers from the dinner, and was walking towards them when he heard his daughter's words, "Why were you tired all night?" he asked while curiously looking at his daughter.


"Yes, sister. What did you mean by that?" Sarella asked with a hint of schadenfreude in her eyes.


"I-I meant—" Nymeria turned around with a flustered look on her face, not expecting her father to arrive at that exact moment.


But it was too late to regret now, and the only thing she could do was to come up with a good cover-up. Unfortunately for her, she had never been particularly quick-witted, and as usual, her brain refused to cooperate at this moment.


"She is right, it really was my fault." Jon thankfully came to her rescue before the girl could panic and give anything away. "I knew there was a good campsite nearby, so I took her through a bit of a roundabout path after leaving that place. But it was only when we were almost halfway through that I realised that the location was farther away than I remembered, so in the end, we reached the place late into the night and did not get to sleep."


"Oh," Oberyn nodded with an understanding expression as he finally got the real reason why they were so late to arrive, but then he got confused as to why his daughter was flustered about such a simple thing, as being tired was nothing to be embarrassed about.


"You brought food! That's perfect!" Jon suddenly exclaimed as he jumped up, taking Oberyn's attention away from his daughter, "I was almost starving out here," he said as he took the two plates from Oberyn and, after handing one to Nymeria, he immediately picked up a loaf of bread from his and tore into it with a somewhat exaggerated look of relish on his face, "Delicious!"


"Slow down, Jon, we still have plenty left," Oberyn chuckled as he began to look around for an empty crate to sit and chat with them about their nightly adventure.


"That reminds me, we should go and decide our route," Jon said as he immediately grabbed Oberyn's right arm to stop him from taking a seat, before he began pulling him towards the cabin which the Advisor was in, all while juggling the plate of food in his other hand, "We need to tell him beforehand so that the ship can sail without worry for the next few days, and nights,"


"But that's not very urgent, is it?" Oberyn asked with a bewildered look on his face, "We can go after you finish your meal."


"No, it's fine. I can eat while we talk," Jon insisted with a smile on his face, "And besides, I feel so tired at the moment that I know that I will definitely fall asleep the moment my stomach is full, so it's better if we do it earlier."


The small exchange earlier had already scared Jon very much, and he knew from the expression on that stinky girl's face that Sarella was somehow in the know about the naughty things that happened during the night.


So, Jon did not dare to take the risk of letting the girl's father stay in their vicinity at the moment... otherwise, with the teasing mood he had seen Sarella in, he was sure that the girl would let something out sooner or later, accidentally or not. And if that, Jon would not even know how to explain himself.


"If you say so," Oberyn relented as he followed after Jon, leaving his daughters behind him.


...


"So how was it?" Sarella asked in an eager whisper the moment the two girls were alone.


"Oh, it was fine. I guess," Nymeria replied, slowly and calmly, trying to be as nonchalant as she could be, but no matter how hard she tried, the girl could not suppress the smile on her face. "We had fun," she finally shrugged as if it was no big deal.


"Oh, save me the humble bragging," Sarella snorted as she roughly pulled her sister to force her to sit beside her, "I can see from the smug grin on your face that it was more than just 'fine', so stop teasing me and just give me all the details," she said with impatience in her voice.


"Oh, fine, fine. Stop shaking me," she said with a put-upon look on her face as if she was very reluctant, but the act did not fool anyone, as Sarella could see that the girl was also vibrating with the eagerness to share with her.


"Well, what you guessed during the night was right," Nymeria started with a small snicker, "He really was a virgin."


"Obviously," Sarella replied a bit proudly, before she too began giggling, as who would have thought that the fierce captain infamous across Essos for taking down the old Pirate King, was still a green boy in these matters, "So, how did it start? Did he fumble a lot? Was he very nervous? Did he even know where to put it?" she asked one after the other, unable to contain her curiousity.


"He was indeed very nervous, but that was only for a short while at the very start," Nymeria replied with a small smile as if reminiscing fondly, "But he was so enthusiastic that it made up for his inexperience. And as for his knowledge..." she said before shaking her head with a somewhat wry look, "Well, you could say that he knew even more things than me,"


"Huh? What does that mean?" Sarella asked confusedly.


"Well, you see..." Nymeria leaned closer and began whispering the secrets of the night in her sister's ear with a strange delight in her eyes, as if she was reexperiencing that moment.


While the explanation she gave her sister was a bit lengthy and filled with a lot of exaggeration, and strange R-rated gestures, the main gist of it was this...


For the first few minutes of their battle, it was Nymeria in the lead, using her wisdom to teach the young lad the ways of flesh, but with every minute that passed, the boy became more and more familiar with her body, and then not only did he become unrestrained, he also began to aggressively take the initiative from her... which only seemed to delight the girl more.


The boy from North had tried all kinds of positions with her, some she was familiar with because of Arianne, such as with her on her knees and him behind her, and with her legs wrapped around his waist and him standing up, bouncing her up and down as if she weighed nothing.


But then there were many strange poses that she had never even heard about, and while they were very embarrassing, the girl always cooperated eagerly, because somehow those positions always managed to enhance the pleasure for her without putting too much strain on her body.


'How does someone who's never done it before, even know so much?' Nyermia's pleasure-addled mind had mused at that time, wondering if the boy had dug out some kind of mysterious book filled with ancient wisdom from his ancestors, 'And they said that all Northerners were prude brutes, Ha!'


It was as if a beast that had been suppressed for too long had finally awakened inside of him, and no matter how many times he did it, his heart was never satisfied, and the surprising thing was that his body kept up with his desires all the way through, never getting tired.


His physique, which had been trained after countless hours in the yard, was an almost perfect piece of machinery, with there being no end to his inexhaustible stamina.


And when things got a little bit icky after a while, Jon had taken her down through a small winding path towards the small waterfall, and then they did it right inside the water, with Jon calling it 'shower sex'.


But eventually, after a few more rounds, Nymeria's body finally could not take it anymore, and she had to raise their hands in defeat.


In the end, Jon even had to carry her all the way back to the tent as the girl could not even move a finger at that moment.


Nymeria had never even imagined that she would be so thoroughly conquered one day, as not even the Fowler twins and her cousin Arianne combined had been able to do what this boy had done in a few hours.


"I can't believe it..." Sarella gushed with a wide-eyed look of amazement on her face, never having suspected that the boy was hiding such a beastly spirit under his kind smile, 'Who would have known?'


...


On the other side, inside the cabin, the three men had finally reached an agreement on the route that they would take so that they could drop the three Dornish in Dorne while also not being too late for Jon's appointment in King's Landing.


And while it would be a somewhat tight journey considering the little time they had left, it was no problem for a ship under Jon, which could avoid storms and sail day and night.


"Now that this is sorted," The Advisor said as he folded up the map to put it back, "I think you should send a letter to Merchant Sam in the next few days," he said while looking at Jon, "That should give him enough time to prepare our ships for set off,"


"Ah, don't worry about that," Jon replied with a wave of his hand, "Uncle Sam had only been taking short trips over the past month, mostly to Pentos and back, so our company's ships are ready to depart at any moment."


"Very well," The Advisor nodded with a thoughtful look on his face, "We will just send him the letter the week prior, then so that we can meet at the Dragonstone and then sail to King's Landing together from there."


"Wait, why are you calling all of your fleet to King's Landing?" Oberyn asked with a confused look on his face.


"Not all, just half," Jon replied with a small smile.


"That is still too many ships for simply going to attend a tourney," Oberyn replied as he looked at Jon with a weird expression on his face. "What are you going to do with such a show of force? You are not going there to start a war, are you?"


"Probably not?" Jon replied with a small shrug, "But it's still better to be prepared for everything. After all, you don't go into a snake's pit without at least bringing a stick along for protection."


"Ah," Oberyn said as he nodded with an amused expression on his face, as if he completely agreed with him, "But now, I really regret not being able to go with you to watch the excitement. How unfortunate."


"Oh, I am sure you will have plenty of chances in the future."


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[ATP]

Thanks for chapter.Jon need some bodyguards,but half of his fleet is overkill.Nobody there would openly try to kill him there.One ship would be enough.
P.S What about training Sam more,and introducing later to his father when he could beat most Westeros knights?

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter Great story as always

 

[LazyWizard]

The words in this work have crossed almost 3,50,000, and the chapters are reaching 100.

Now three years later, it is finally time for this first part to end, as the journey returns to King's Landing, where the enemies are more cunning and sinister.

The first chapter of the next part, called "The Warg King", also contains a rough summary of the first part, "The Warg Lord" so that anyone who has forgotten the details can go and relive it.

Here is the link for Part 2:

forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/the-warg-king.36839/

 

[san]

The words in this work have crossed almost 3,50,000, and the chapters are reaching 100.

Now three years later, it is finally time for this first part to end, as the journey returns to King's Landing, where the enemies are more cunning and sinister.

The first chapter of the next part, called "The Warg King", also contains a rough summary of the first part, "The Warg Lord" so that anyone who has forgotten the details can go and relive it.

Here is the link for Part 2:

forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/the-warg-king.36839/

Click to shrink...

Fair enough, A bit early and sudden to cut it off and start a new thread if you ask me, but your the writer here.

I would have thought the better cut off point would have been the start of the war myself, make the first book all about the peace and then just before the war starts you start the new book.... OH is that whats going on its about to be set off here? interesting choice if so.