Chapter: 116
– Haru –
The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. "Well, I guess I am king now. Fuck...." When I finally sat down, I immediately realized how uncomfortable the Iron Throne really was. Ugh, humans wanted this chair? It was sharp swords melted together, how were they not constantly cutting themselves on it? I would be if I wasn't so impossibly durable.
I shifted awkwardly, trying to find a position that worked with my ten large fox tails.
They bunched and twisted behind me. I could not help but sigh in frustration. Most yokai with tails preferred sitting on barstools or chairs made specifically to accommodate our bodies.
I glanced around the throne room and caught sight of the human nobles gathered there. Their faces were pale, and I saw nothing but shock and fear in their eyes. They whispered among themselves, their voices barely more than harsh hisses, but I could hear every word. They spoke in disbelief that a foreign monster was now the king.
My ears, perched on top of my head, twitched at every insult and muttered comment. Of course, I heard all of their rude remarks. I straightened my back and let my tails settle as best I could.
As I sat on the Iron Throne, the whispers of the nobles grew louder, filling the vast throne room with uneasy tension. I let my ears swivel and picked up every word, even those meant to be secrets exchanged behind gloved hands and upturned collars.
"He cannot possibly expect us to kneel," one older lord muttered, his voice shaking just a little. "That thing is not even human. Look at those tails."
A younger lady, her jeweled fingers trembling, whispered to her companion, "What will become of us now? What if he brings others like him from across the sea?"
"The king is supposed to be a man of noble blood," another noble hissed. "This is a mockery of the crown. What will the smallfolk think?"
Someone else let out a sharp breath. "Do you think he even knows our ways? Does he eat like us? What does a fox creature even want with a throne?"
"Maybe he will turn us all into beasts like him," an anxious knight murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from my tails. "Or curse us if we offend him."
I had always known that this day would come, even if a part of me wanted to drag it out because I was lazy. Westeros was meant to be united under "our" rule. Even as the nobles whispered in disbelief, I sat taller on the Iron Throne.
Suddenly, the muttering of the crowd faded into silence.
All heads turned as the doors to the throne room swung open. I looked up and saw Sansa and Catelyn walking through the massive doors, their posture regal and proud. The light from the tall windows shone down on their red hair, and for a moment, the whole room seemed to pause to watch them. Each step they took was confident and unhurried, and their presence commanded the attention of everyone present.
Behind them walked a contingent of yokai guards from Kyoto. Keeping my lovers safe.
I watched as Sansa and Catelyn moved closer to the throne. Sansa's blue eyes met mine for a brief moment, filled with love and adoration. Catelyn's gaze was softer, but just as fierce. The sight of the two of them, mother and daughter, my beautiful lovers, made my heart swell. To me, they were breathtaking.
Sansa spoke first, her voice clear and unwavering as it rang out through the silent hall. "You all look surprised. Did you truly believe Westeros could resist change forever?"
Catelyn smiled, her expression warm but commanding. "You will show respect to your king and to us. This is a new beginning for all of us. We are now your High Queens."
Catelyn had certainly come a long way, becoming much more outspoken and confident in herself since we first met. Instead of just being a wife and a mother, she was truly embracing being a queen.
There was another chair next to the throne, smaller and slightly worn, probably made for Queen Cersei back when she still ruled. I glanced at it, but I could not bring myself to care as Sansa and Catelyn approached me.
I reached out, letting my hands settle gently around their waists, feeling the softness of their gowns beneath my fingers. I pulled them close, drawing them into my space, making it clear to everyone in the room that these women were mine.
"Sit with me," I said.
Sansa giggled. Catelyn's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, but she let out a gentle laugh as well.
I reached out and pulled Sansa onto my right leg and Catelyn onto my left, feeling the softness of their bodies settle against me. Their asses pressed warmly into my lap, and both of them let out adorable yelps as I made room for them. The sensation made me smile, and I could not help but squeeze them a little closer, enjoying the weight and warmth of both women sitting on top of me.
Sansa looked at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, and asked, "So, are you going to tell us how you managed to become king out of nowhere?"
"Indeed, this is all very sudden." Catelyn laughed, leaning against my chest as she waited for my answer.
I took a breath and shrugged, deciding to give them the short version. "Honestly, it was not that complicated. Jaime Lannister just did not want the job. He was never interested in ruling and, if I am being honest, I think he wanted to spite Daenerys more than anything. So, he just stepped aside and handed me the throne."
Both of them giggled at that, Sansa rolling her eyes and Catelyn shaking her head in disbelief.
But the mood shifted quickly as Sansa's face became more serious. She touched my jaw gently and asked, "What do you plan to do now? We know you did not come here just to rule Westeros."
Catelyn nodded, her expression suddenly thoughtful. "You barely spend any time in this world. Are you actually planning on sitting on that throne?"
She made me feel a bit guilty with those words.
I paused for a second, letting my tails curl comfortably around us. "You both know the truth. The only reason I ever come here is for the two of you. Ruling this place sounds exhausting. I would much rather spend my time with my gorgeous lovers in my lap or running my restaurant." My hands slid over their asses, squeezing them gently under the folds of their dresses, and I could feel the heat rising in both of their faces as they tried not to react in front of the entire court of Westeros.
I kept my hands roaming over their asses, exploring every curve beneath their dresses, my fingers slipping lower and squeezing them a bit more boldly now that they were pressed so close to me. Sansa bit her lip, her eyes fluttering as she tried not to let out a sound, her breath quickening just enough for me to notice. Catelyn gripped my arm, her nails digging in gently, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. They did their best not to moan or show what was really happening, but I could feel their bodies tremble with the effort, both of them struggling to keep a straight face.
I loved teasing my women.
They shifted a little and gave me playful pouts. Silently telling me to stop—or else.
I finally let my hands fall away from Sansa and Catelyn, more out of necessity than any real shame.
The heavy doors of the throne room slammed open. Every noble in the room jumped or flinched, heads whipping around in surprise. My own fox ears perked up, and I straightened just in time to see Daenerys Targaryen herself storm into the hall. She moved with fire in her eyes and her silver hair cascading down her shoulders.
Damn, did she really hop on the back of one of her dragons—and follow me all the way here after I teleported back? I had been able to sense the largest dragon as it had been approaching the city this entire time. After dropping her off, it took off back into the air and now was circling the capital.
The nobles erupted into shocked chaos upon realizing who she was. Probably the hair. That's a dead giveaway in this world. It's so weird to me that all the noble families just naturally have different colored hair. There was definitely some magical fuckery at play in this world.
Some Lords shouted, "What is the meaning of this?" while others called her "the daughter of the Mad King" and demanded to know how she even got inside the Red Keep. Lords and ladies crowded closer together, some stepping in front of their families protectively. One old lord pointed a trembling finger. "She should not be here! Seize her at once!"
I just sat there with Sansa and Catelyn still perched on my lap, watching as Daenerys stalked up the center of the throne room. She ignored the nobles completely, her focus only on me.
"You got here a lot faster than I was expecting," I teased, unable to keep the smirk off my face.
Daenerys glared back at me. She crossed her arms tightly beneath her chest, emphasizing her irritation. "You up and abandoned me on the shores of Westeros," she said, taking another step closer. "Were you so terrified by my marriage proposal that you actually ran away!?"
The moment those words left her mouth, I felt Sansa and Catelyn stiffen immediately in my lap. I glanced down at both women, noting the instant shift in their demeanor.
"Marriage proposal?" Sansa repeated, voice edged with disbelief and just a hint of accusation. "Haru, what's Daenerys talking about?"
Catelyn's fingers dug into my arm a little more insistently, her tone equally demanding. "Yes, Haru, care to explain why this woman believes she's your fiancée?"
"Daenerys proposed marriage after I subdued her dragons and made her army piss themselves in fear," I explained calmly, deliberately holding Daenerys's defiant gaze. "She thought marrying me would secure her place on the throne as queen." A moment of silence filled the hall before I continued. "But frankly, I didn't see the point. I am already King—I guess—and I already have two stunning, capable queens who will rule this continent and do an amazing job at it!"
Sansa's cheeks flushed a delightful shade of pink, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. Beside her, Catelyn's smile widened, a pleased and possessive gleam lighting her features. Both women leaned subtly closer, their bodies pressing warmly against mine, sending a clear message to everyone watching.
Sansa tilted her chin with a daring confidence radiating from her. "You heard him clearly, didn't you, bitch? You can return to Essos now. There is nothing here for you…"
Daenerys stiffened visibly, eyes blazing with fury and humiliation. She huffed loudly, glaring daggers at Sansa. "I am not leaving," she said, her voice echoing through the chamber. "You can parade your queens and show off your power all you want, but I came to Westeros for a reason. I am here to save this continent from itself. I am here to break the wheel!"
For a second, there was a heavy, awkward silence in the throne room.
I glanced down at Sansa and Catelyn, still warm on my lap, and saw the confusion in their eyes—matching my own. Sansa raised an eyebrow, her lips parted as if she was about to ask if I had any clue what Daenerys was raving about.
"What wheel?" I muttered, but Catelyn just shook her head. None of us had a damn clue what Daenerys was going on about.
But she did not care. She was just getting started. Daenerys took a few steps forward, chin high as she let her voice fill the hall. "Westeros has been chained to the same cycle for centuries," she said. "First it was the Targaryens, then Baratheons, then Lannisters—always the same families, the same rot at the heart of power. Greed, cruelty, betrayal. The innocent suffer, the powerful take whatever they want, and the world burns for their ambition. I will end that. I will break the wheel and build something new. No more kings and queens fighting over the ashes!"
But… She literally came here to fight…? And she is also a Targaryen…?
Daenerys started pacing as she went on, every word dripping with righteousness! "You all think I am here for myself, that I want a crown for the sake of power. You're wrong. I want justice. I want to build a world where the strong do not prey on the weak. Where children do not starve while lords feast. Where women are not chattel for men to trade and abuse. I have freed cities, toppled tyrants, and set slaves free from their chains! That is what I will do here. I am the only one with the will to see it through." She was really on a roll now, voice rising with every line. "If you think I will simply walk away because my army lost their nerves or my dragons surrendered to you, you do not understand me at all. I will tear down every corrupt house, burn every castle if I have to, until Westeros belongs to its people!"
Her words left a stunned, heavy silence in the air. For a heartbeat, nobody moved or spoke. Even I had to give her credit—the woman knew how to command a room, even if she was... Very uninformed about the state of the continent.
Sansa finally broke the tension, "Does she ever stop talking?"
Catelyn decided she had heard enough as well. She sat up straighter on my lap, smoothing her gown and fixing Daenerys with a cool, level stare. "You keep preaching about justice and change as if you are the only one who ever thought to care for the people here," she said. "But everything you just described—we've already done that in the North and the Riverlands. Haru and the yokai have accomplished more for Westeros in a few years than any High Lord or Lady did in centuries."
Daenerys blinked, looking genuinely taken aback, but Catelyn was not finished.
She continued, her tone taking on that fierce, motherly edge that I found sexy. "You talk about breaking cycles, ending hunger and suffering? Go north of the Neck. Ask any farmer or craftsman there if their children go to bed hungry? They do not! Not since Haru arrived and freed us from the Bolton rule. The smallfolk eat well, not just the lords. Sickness does not take half our villages anymore, not with the medicines and healers the yokai brought. Even the worst cold is manageable with the shelter and warmth we provide."
I felt a deep sense of pride as she spoke, her words echoing through the silent chamber. Sansa squeezed my hand beneath the folds of her dress.
Catelyn went on, her voice ringing clear. "We have already begun talks to open public schools in every village and town. Within the next generation, every child in the North and the Riverlands—every single one—will know how to read and write. Not just the children of lords, but the children of crofters and blacksmiths and servants. Imagine that, Queen Daenerys," she said that name mockingly. "...A future where every Westerosi has the right to knowledge! Were you going to grant them that?"
Daenerys's lips parted as if to argue, but no words came out. Her eyes darted to me, searching for any sign that Catelyn was exaggerating, but all she found was my lazy grin and a small shrug.
It was the nobles who broke first. The room exploded in angry shouts, their shock and outrage filling every corner of the Red Keep. A fat lord near the front was the loudest. "Outrageous! If you teach the smallfolk to read, they will rise against us. You'll fill their heads with dangerous ideas! Nobility is a sacred responsibility—only we have the breeding and wisdom to rule."
Another, thinner lord spat, "If you raise the peasants up, what use will they have for us? You would destroy centuries of tradition! There must always be a line."
A lady in a gown dripping with jewels shrieked, "The realm will tear itself apart! Smallfolk do not deserve a proper education. It would be chaos—rebellion!"
I rolled my eyes. I ignored the whining of the useless nobles. WE had our own plans for all of them anyways. And that plan involved this continent having way fewer nobles.
Daenerys recovered from her shock far quicker than I expected. One moment, she looked like she might tear out Catelyn's throat with her bare hands—the next, she surprised the hell out of all of us.
Without warning, she dropped to one knee on the cold stone floor, head bowed. For a few heartbeats, nobody moved or spoke.
Then she said it, voice loud enough for every noble in the chamber to hear. "Forgive me, KING Haru. Queen Sansa. Queen Catelyn. It's clear now that my advisors have been leading me astray all this time. I had no idea what was truly happening in Westeros. I feel ashamed for my ignorance and arrogance. It's clear to me now that I was perhaps too hasty in trying to bring an army to these shores!"
The room went silent again. Wow, she just called me king and bent the knee. By this world's standards, that meant the war—that never happened in the first—place was over.
Yay…?
Sansa and Catelyn were stunned, both of them glancing at each other and then down at the silver-haired Targaryen kneeling in front of us.
Sansa was the first to recover. She scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why did you even bother, Daenerys? The reports say you already ruled over half of Essos. You have millions of your own subjects depending on you. And you just… abandoned them all so you could sail away and try to conquer a continent you do not even know? One you have never even set foot on?"
Daenerys bit her lip, her cheeks coloring as she looked down at the floor. "That's not… completely true," she mumbled. "I left Daario in charge."
"Who the fuck is Daario?" I blurted out.
Daenerys avoided my eyes, and for the first time she actually looked embarrassed. "Daario Naharis. He's a mercenary captain. He… he's the one I trusted to keep the peace while I was laying siege to Westeros."
Catelyn nearly choked with disbelief right there in my lap. "A mercenary captain? You handed the lives of millions of people to a sellsword while you played conqueror?"
Sansa shook her head, rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath, "Yeah, Essos is 100% on fire right now…" She tossed the phrase out with the kind of deadpan delivery she'd perfected during her time in Kyoto, picking up modern lingo.
There was an awkward silence, broken only by the whispers of the lords and ladies behind us, none of whom seemed to know whether to be scandalized, triumphant, or just terrified.
I leaned back on the throne, letting the absurdity of the situation wash over me.
Daenerys finally rose, brushing off her knees, and shot me a look that was half-pleading, half-defiant. "I know how it sounds. But I did what I thought was right. I trusted Daario with Meereen and the cities, and I thought I could do more good here, in Westeros. I see now I was wrong."
Catelyn and Sansa exchanged glances again, and I could feel them both shift on my lap, not sure whether to be satisfied or just pity her.
Sansa tilted her head and shot me a sly look, I could practically hear the gears turning in her mind. She smoothed her skirts, looked down at Daenerys, and spoke in a tone so honey-sweet and polite that every noble within earshot visibly leaned forward.
"Tell me, Daenerys Targaryen," Sansa began, her voice almost innocent, "now that you have given up conquering Westeros, have you also given up pursuing our lord-husband Haru with the intention of marrying him?"
That got everyone's attention. The entire throne room went still, hanging on her words. I felt Catelyn stiffen on my left thigh, but when I glanced over, she was hiding a smirk behind her hand.
Daenerys blinked, looking slightly thrown off by the question. "I thought that would be implied, considering I just bent the knee," Daenerys pointed out, her tone a little defensive, but not entirely unamused. Her eyes flicked to me for a heartbeat before she looked away.
Sansa turned to Catelyn. The two of them exchanged a look—one of those silent, wordless mother-daughter conversations.
Then Sansa turned back to Daenerys, her voice cool and regal. "And what if it wasn't implied?" Sansa pressed, leaning forward on my lap. "What if we had another proposal for you? After all, you do rule over half of Essos. How would you like to rule over the other half as well? Become the sole queen of that entire continent."
A ripple of stunned gasps swept through the nobles. I felt my tails twitch behind me, more out of surprise than anything else. I glanced at Catelyn, who only nodded in silent agreement, a teasing, dangerous little grin forming on her lips.
Sansa kept going, her eyes glinting with ambition. "All you would have to do is marry Haru. Officially ally yourself with the armies of Westeros and the Yokai. Together, you could unify Essos under your rule, while Haru remains King here—and, with both continents united, becomes the first ever King of this entire world!"
I sputtered at that, completely caught off guard. "The king of the entire world? I—what the fuck?" My mouth hung open for a second as the two beautiful red-headed women on my lap turned to grin at me, their faces a mix of teasing and dead-serious ambition.
The throne room buzzed with whispers and shocked exclamations. Some of the more traditional lords looked ready to faint. Even Daenerys looked like she might actually laugh.
Sansa just shrugged at my disbelief. "Well, someone has to do it. Might as well be someone who actually gives a damn about the people. Besides, it's not like you have to run everything yourself. That's what wives—and queens—are for."
Catelyn patted my thigh. "Think of it as a forced vacation. All the work gets delegated, and you get to fuck a queen on every continent…"
I just stared at them both. I never wanted to rule a whole world, not like my friend Ainz, who got way too into the whole "isekai world domination" thing.
I just wanted peace, good food, and beautiful women in my lap. Yet here I was, apparently at the center of a proposal that would make me the first king of two continents.
Daenerys finally looked up, her face a complex mix of temptation, calculation, and exhaustion. "You're serious?" she asked Sansa, her voice a whisper only we on the throne could hear.
Sansa smiled, all teeth and promise. "Completely..."
Before anything else, there was something that Sansa and Catelyn wanted to declare to the rest of the nobles in the court. Especially because not a single one had bent the knee before Daenerys did.
"By the way, all of you are stripped of your nobility, lands, and titles effective immediately…" Catelyn explained loudly.
The throne room exploded into indignant outrage!
…
"…And that's pretty much what happened."
A few hours later, I was propped up at a bar in Nazarick—just to get away for a while—running my mouth to Ainz, who was doing his best to pay attention while Shaltear clung to his arm and Albedo tried to yank the clingy vampire off of her beloved lord.
The rest of the floor guardians were scattered around the place, drinking, pretending not to eavesdrop.
Ainz was in his humanoid demonic form. Which I still wasn't completely used to seeing after all the other guys have been calling him Skeletor all this time. Now, he looked like some demon pretty boy from a reverse harem otome game.
Oh, that was a good one! I should share that one with Rimuru…
"So, let me get this straight," Ainz said, swirling a glass of imported fire whiskey—probably pinched from Harry's world. "You show up and yell at some dragons. Make an army of barbarians piss themselves. This Jamie guy says fuck it and declares you the king. The sexy dragon queen wants to join your already amazing harem, and now you rule an entire world? On top of you running your restaurant of course…"
I nodded, slumping over my drink. "That about sums it up."
"Sasuga, Haru-sama!" Demiurge chimed in from a nearby table. Yeah, he had been eavesdropping this entire time. "You managed to conquer an entire world already. Very impressive!"
"It's not completely conquered yet, but pretty much," I said, taking a long sip. Although—there's no way the remaining city-states in Essos can withstand three-quarters of the world allied under one banner. Once Dany takes her place over there, the dominos will fall, and then it's just a handful of island nations like Yi Ti or the Summer Isles left to deal with…
Ainz shook his head, giving me a deadpan stare. "When the hell did Sansa and Catelyn want to become conquerors? Dude, the women in your harem are scary! Aren't those two just regular humans!?"
"Well, Sansa is a werewolf but otherwise yeah…" I sighed for a second, staring into my drink. "Honestly, I have no idea what came over those two women. I thought all they wanted was peace, maybe a nice big family, and nights spent tangled in bed…"
"Hell yeah!" Shaltear giggled at that last part.
I continued. "Now they're outmaneuvering half a continent and trying to make me King of the World. My luck is super bullshit sometimes…" I trailed off. I hoped this didn't become a lot more work for me. I knew I could always create clones. I was just not a fan of using them for anything outside the kitchen.
Ugh—I didn't want to end up like adult Naruto—from Boruto. That guy and his clones were the worst… The worst Hokage and the worst father.
Ainz laughed. "Try taking over this world. It's actually a struggle, you know? There's, like, fucking high-level dragons with WORLD ITEMS and shit. Even with all the race upgrades from Rimuru's world, I still have to work for every inch of ground I gain. These insane dragons would rather burn everything down than serve under me."
"We will slaughter them all for their disrespect!" Albedo declared fanatically!
I snorted at her enthusiasm then turned back to Ainz. "I'll stick to my own foxy problems, thanks. If anything, I just want to keep my girls happy and my kitchen running…"
It was then that Ainz decided to start teasing me. "Speaking of keeping all your girls happy, how do you feel about the fact that half of them want to start having babies?" He said it way too loudly.
Shaltear and Albedo let out squeals of excitement and jealousy at almost the same time.
"Babies!? I'm so jealous! You need to impregnate me, Ainz-sama!" Shaltear declared loudly.
"Ufufufu… I already have years of clothes crafted for either gender. My womb is ready for you my lord! We can even set up PLAYDATES with Lord Haru's children in the future!" Albedo was literally panting, her wings twitching behind her.
Ainz just ignored them as he stared straight at me, waiting for my reaction.
I slammed back the rest of my drink, barely managing not to choke. "How the hell did you even know about that?" More embarrassed than I wanted to let on. My tails twitched behind me.
Ainz just shrugged. "Your mom let it slip, and then us guys have a chat group," he said.
"What?" I sputtered, feeling a bit left out. "You guys do…?"
He gave me a deadpan look. "Yes. WE do, Haru. You are in the group. You're just so busy with your restaurant and your harem and your accidental medieval world domination, you never check your phone."
"Wait—really?" I reached into my magic personal storage space and pulled out my phone. The screen lit up, and sure enough, there were almost a thousand new messages. Damn, I really do need to check this thing more often.
Ainz laughed. "Told you. Rimuru, Reigen, Agnar, a few others. Mostly, it's Rimuru sending memes, me and Reigen bitching about work, and Agnar… well, trying to work a phone. I think he's just learning how to read to be honest."
I started scrolling through the unread messages. It was chaos. There were memes and a lot of complaints about paperwork. Rimuru and Ainz were easily the most active.
I stopped on a thread started by Agnar. His spelling was atrocious—"have sum1 tell me how phone is work agin"—but damn, even he was participating. If barely…
"Hey everyone… Boys night at the Fox Hole tomorrow night…" I typed out.
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