"Joanna, I killed your husband, but if you knew the monster he had become, you would approve of what I did." Rhaella Targaryen, observing Tywin's lifeless body.
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After speaking with Rhaenys and Rhaella, Aenar looked at Daenerys and Visenya, especially at Visenya. His focus was on Visenya's belly, a smile appearing on his lips. Even with all his control, Aenar felt a deep happiness at that moment.
Perhaps Visenya hadn't noticed, as it was still just an embryo, but she was pregnant!
However, even as an embryo, he could feel his connection to the child being generated at that moment.
Alysanne was coming.
A laugh escaped Aenar's lips, making both women look at Aenar in surprise. Perhaps it was the first time they had seen Aenar laugh like that. Joyful, warm, and genuinely innocent.
"What happened to make you so happy?" Daenerys asked with a confused look. She could see that Aenar became immediately happy when he looked at both of them, especially Visenya.
Visenya also looked curiously at Aenar, although she found it sweet that he laughed because of them. It seemed her husband had missed her since they went to Casterly Rock.
"I'll tell you at dinner." Aenar said, as he turned his gaze back to Daenerys; the girl was slightly taller, but compared to Visenya, who had reached 171 cm in height, she was still small.
"Let's go to my tent; you have to go through the Blood Ritual." As Aenar's words sounded, an excited look appeared on Daenerys' face.
After seeing Rhaenys' daily growth rate and seeing Visenya's current height, she became even more eager to have such power and be truly useful to Aenar on the battlefield.
Visenya smiled at Daenerys' joyful expression; she couldn't help but caress her sister's hair.
Daenerys looked at Visenya with annoyance; she felt that her older sister was treating her like a child. This deeply upset her. She found that no matter what she did, people still considered her too young.
Haven't I killed enough? Haven't I been cruel enough? How many people did she have to kill for people to look at her as an adult?
"Should I impale more people?" Daenerys murmured in a voice only she could hear, or so she thought.
Aenar's lips curved into an amused smile hearing Daenerys' murmur; although he knew her reasons, he still couldn't help but find it a little funny.
"Let's go to the tent; I have many things to ask you, Daenerys." Aenar said as he walked towards his tent, which had already been set up. He was curious about how Daenerys ruled King's Landing.
As Aenar, Visenya, and Daenerys entered the tent, the king sat comfortably on the cushioned sofa. Both women joined him, sitting on different sides.
The three were huddled close to each other as they talked unhurriedly.
"You handled Aegon Blackfire well." Aenar said, after hearing how Daenerys dealt with Aegon. He could imagine the mental damage caused to the young man.
"I wanted to kill him, but since I couldn't kill him because of the rumors it would cause, he's still alive." Daenerys said, pouting. She wanted to have killed Aegon directly, but unfortunately, it was too late, and rumors of Aegon's identity had already spread throughout the city.
"Visenya, Daenerys, you have to remember something." Kissing both women's cheeks, Aenar spoke in a calm and gentle tone; he continued saying. "I don't care about rumors. Although killing Aegon would indeed have brought some infamy to my name, none of that really matters, not when I am the king."
"So, don't hesitate to kill the right people without hesitation." Aenar said in an affectionate way, as if he wasn't talking about taking a life, but something trivial like pulling weeds from the garden.
Daenerys looked at Aenar with an obsessive gaze; although Aenar hadn't spoken arrogantly, in her eyes, he seemed especially imposing and arrogant. And, although such a thing was somewhat bad in the eyes of many people, as a wife, it was really pleasant to see her husband acting that way.
Visenya was showing a similar expression, but much more elegant as she pressed her body against his.
"Who did you leave to control King's Landing?" Aenar asked curiously. He obviously couldn't leave 100% of his attention on Daenerys, especially at this moment of final war.
"Lord Willas and his grandmother, Lady Olenna." Daenerys replied in a calm tone.
Although she had left King's Landing, she herself knew that she couldn't trust many to control the city, so she chose the two people her husband chose. She trusted Aenar's vision and wasn't worried about leaving King's Landing in Willas and Olenna's hands.
"Willas is a good candidate; he already controlled the finances of the Reach and shouldn't have much difficulty controlling King's Landing. Along with Olenna by his side, there shouldn't be any problems." Aenar said with a smile, apparently satisfied with Daenerys' choice.
Although Aegon Blackfire was in the city, he had no power, men, or could even leave his room with such injuries. Varys could help the young man and probably would, but Aenar could deal with him, even in the North.
The power difference between the two was too great. Aenar could crush the eunuch as one crushes a cockroach.
"Kill Varys when you can; he is a dangerous person, especially with his means." Aenar said in a casual tone, decreeing the death of one of the greatest conspirators this continent had ever seen.
Daenerys nodded and looked at Aenar with a touch of anxiety.
Knowing the reason for her anxiety, Aenar spoke in a gentle tone. "Let's begin the blood ritual."
Daenerys stood up with an excited look and took off all her clothes. Aenar also didn't delay and made a cut on his wrist, letting the blood cover Daenerys' figure.
Visenya watched the whole scene with a curious look. Seeing her nephew's blood on Daenerys' naked body, like a butterfly's cocoon, she couldn't help but remember when she went through the blood ritual.
It was a cozy, warm, and gentle feeling surrounding her at that moment; she presumed that was how babies felt inside their mother's womb.
However, after seeing Daenerys stand still for a long time, Visenya stopped caring and snuggled into her husband's arms, enjoying the silence and his presence at that moment.
Soon, she noticed something unusual. For some reason, Visenya felt that Aenar was treating her as something extremely delicate, as if he was afraid of breaking her at the slightest touch.
Aenar knew Visenya's doubts, but he didn't explain; he would wait for the whole family to be reunited to tell the news.
After a few hours of talking among themselves, Aenar looked at Daenerys, who had stood up, although still covered in blood. The girl looked at her own hands with a shocked expression.
But what really caught his attention was the silver aura around Daenerys. Just like Visenya, who gained the ability of spatial manipulation.
"What power did you get, Dany?" Visenya asked curiously.
Daenerys didn't answer, as she really didn't know; she just found the energy flowing through her body interesting.
Aenar smiled and threw an apple towards Daenerys. Under the shocked eyes of both women, the apple, when it approached Daenerys, simply began to rot in a few miserable moments.
"Temporal manipulation." Aenar commented with a satisfied smile. Along with Visenya and Rhaenys, Daenerys became his right hand against the forces of chaos.
Hearing Aenar's words, a big smile appeared on Daenerys' lips. Although the word 'time' was somewhat abstract for her, she understood that she had gained an ability with enormous potential.
"Congratulations, sister." Visenya smiled and congratulated her younger sister; there was no jealousy or envy of Daenerys' ability. She had an equally powerful ability; there was no reason for such feelings.
Daenerys hugged her sister happily and let out a joyful laugh; at that moment, she understood why House Targaryen would be gods over men and all races in the universe.
She truly became a goddess from that moment on.
(Explicit torture to follow +18)
On the other side of the camp, inside a tent far from the others, painful groans could be heard, followed by sounds of whipping.
As humanity's only weapon to break the sound barrier effortlessly and without any technology, the whip has always been a weapon of great power for torture and attack.
With a loud, sharp sound, the whip struck the tall, corpulent man's back, leaving a bloody and deep mark on his back.
It was Gregor Clegane, known as the Mountain.
Rhaenys looked at the man of her nightmares and simply unleashed all the anger accumulated over decades of suffering, resentment, and hatred. With each whip, she seemed to remember her mother's screams as she was raped.
Making the whipping faster and stronger, especially since Rhaenys had gone through the Blood Ritual and become a true goddess.
Throughout the process, Gregor didn't even let out a painful groan, but looked at Rhaenys with a wild and cruel smile, without a hint of fear of death. "Raping your mother was the most pleasurable thing a man could do, fucking her while she screamed was better than a thousand whores."
Rhaenys' eyes practically turned red with fury at that moment.
Thinking of something, a cruel smile appeared on Rhaenys' lips as she raised her hand. Shining particles appeared around her hand. They were all kinds of metals.
One in particular was silvery and looked like a liquid.
"Do you know what this is?" Rhaenys asked coldly and answered her own question. "It's mercury, the famous liquid metal."
"Do you know what happens to your body when it comes into contact with mercury?" She asked again, her gaze increasingly cold and intense.
Aenar had given her a book with all the metals on the planet and their characteristics. Excluding metals that needed the help of other metals to be created, she could create the rest very easily.
Gregor didn't know, hadn't even heard the name of the metal, but seeing the smile on Rhaenys' face, he knew the metal was dangerous, but so what? He wasn't afraid of death, much less pain.
Rhaenys began to comment in a sadistic tone. "Two drops on the skin are enough to kill a person with absolute certainty. It enters your brain and drives you crazy, then kills you painfully."
(Note: this only happens if you have an open wound, breathe its toxic gas, or ingest it for some reason.)
"I will hear your screams, just as my mother screamed." Rhaenys said as two shining drops of mercury hit Gregor's eyes squarely.
At the same instant, a burning pain hit Gregor hard. "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
As he agonized in pain, Rhaenys drew a dagger and began to torture the man without any hesitation.
To prevent him from bleeding to death, Rhaenys began to cut off his toes while asking a Red Legion warrior to bandage the monster's wound.
Remembering something, Rhaenys handed the knife to the soldier and ordered in a cold tone. "Cut off his cock and make him swallow it."
The soldier trembled at Visenya's orders, but obeyed. Unlike the masters of Astapor, who were professionals in the art of castration, the soldier definitely was not. He simply cut without any technique.
If before the pain was physical, Gregor's pain was now mental. A sound similar to a pig being slaughtered echoed far away, even reaching the camp. The men unconsciously shuddered; they closed their legs and felt shivers run down their bodies.
They had never heard such a horrendous sound before; even the roar of the dragon Caraxes seemed gentler compared to the roar of pain they had heard earlier.
Tywin observed everything coldly as his loyal dog was castrated, driven mad, and slowly dismembered.
"What hatred does to a person." Rhaella spoke in a calm tone before Rhaenys' cruel methods.
"Kill me now, Rhaella." Tywin said in a cold tone. "I know you want to kill me."
She continued speaking in a cold and slightly murderous tone. "Yes, I dreamed of killing you for many nights. I wondered if I would poison your food; none of this would have happened."
"I did everything to prevent this from happening, but your husband/brother forced me to do what I did. They humiliated me in various ways, but the final straw was him knighting Jaime into the Kingsguard." Tywin spoke in a calm tone, as if the death he was about to suffer was no big deal.
"My heir, the continuation of my lineage, taken from me for a futile and childish reason."
"Rhaegar was smart to try to dethrone his father, but he failed to control his own feelings. The letter I wrote reached the hands of Hoster Tully's daughter, who would reach the Lord of Winterfell. After that, it was simple; I simply sent a letter to Storm's End warning of Lyanna's kidnapping."
Looking at Rhaella before him, Tywin spoke each word in a calm tone, without any hatred, regret, or sadness. His face couldn't have been calmer and deeper.
Seeing Rhaella drawing a dagger and approaching him, Tywin spoke in a calm and indifferent tone.
"In the Game of Thrones, you win or you lose."
"You won, Rhaella."
Slowly plunging the dagger into Tywin's heart, Rhaella said, looking at the pained face of the Lord of Casterly Rock."
"When you meet Joanna, tell her that the happiest moments of my life were when the three of us were together (Joanna, Nymeria, and Rhaella), imagining our future, drinking and laughing happily."
(Note: There is no name for Oberyn and Doran's mother; I just invented the name on the spot.)
Tywin's green eyes softened with Rhaella's words; the image of his wife laughing appeared in the Lord of Casterly Rock's mind as his vision grew darker and darker, and finally, darkness filled his entire field of vision.
"Joanna…" A last murmur escaped Tywin's blood-stained lips.
One of the most powerful men who ever walked the continent died with a dagger plunged into his chest.
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Note: I like Tywin, and the death he had in the original never really pleased me. Yes, it was pleasurable to see him die, but I would have liked him to have died at Daenerys' hands.
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