GoT: Lightbull Chapter 19 (Patreon)

Tyrion Lannister’s Point of View

I was so happy, I found the love of my life, someone who freed me from my persecution, someone who viewed me as a person and not an imp. But now, now my brother was saying that she was a hired whore. My gut churned at the thought. I couldn’t believe him. A small part of me knew it was my father, but I squashed that thought; even he wouldn’t be so cruel as to ruin my happiness. 

I was a virgin who had never touched a drink in his life, but now that was the only thing I could think of. My brother was saying the first woman I slept with wasn’t really loyal; she was playing a part. It sickened me if it was true, and I wanted to drink at the thought. I looked in her eyes, they weren’t the ones a guilty person would have, but those of pure sadness.

All the men were going to take their turns with her. I felt sick to my stomach, and I wanted to throw up but couldn’t. Either my love or my brother betrayed me, and I collapsed in on myself, unable to think about anything as my body went through the motions. They tried to drag her into the home we just exited, until two arrows thunked into the guard’s path, bringing them to a halt.

“Take your hands off the princess!” Men began to pour out around us. Some wore normal clothes, others wore armor, but as more and more kept pouring out, it was clear that if it did come to blows, even my gifted brother might not walk away unscathed. “You say she’s a whore. You lie. Tysha Mopatis is the merchant princess of Illyario Mopatis, one of the rulers of the free city of Pentos. Don’t you dare slander the princess’s honor; she was still a virgin when your little brother took it.”

The entire situation left all the Lannister men in shock. He angrily glared at the two men dragging her as they let go. Even Tysha sat around in shock, thankfully not blurting out that she wasn’t the princess they were speaking about. The one who was speaking continued. “Prince Tyrion, do you wish to come with us, or stay here with your family… The same family that wanted to take away your happiness with this farce.”

Jaime shouted. “You can’t take Tyrion away!” “Why? What you did to him is something most wouldn’t do to their enemies… Let alone family. With family like his, who needs enemies?” I groaned out in frustrated, angry pain before tears began to fall from my eyes. Hot tears streaked down my face as spittle poured out of my mouth as I screamed more than spoke. “You! You are no brother of mine! You wanted to take my wife from me just because she doesn’t fit what your father wants from me. Fine, tell him he won. Don’t view me as my brother, and tell him not to view me as a son, because I don’t view him as a father anymore.”

I walked towards the group, and Jaime held out his hand before his head dropped in defeat. “Say goodbye to my sisters for me… I still view one of them as family after all.” With that, I left with them as they were making their way to the ship. The entire situation would come to light later, but the damage to Tywin in my eyes was already dealt. I viewed him as an enemy now, something that was despicable, which only proved that all my effort to get him to recognize me was wasted.

…

I smiled at the fat man as I requested every single unsullied he had. After thinking it through and coming up with a plan, I realized I could buy all the unsullied right now, then with the money they earned, they’d be able to train more unsullied in the ten or so years between me purchasing them right now, then I could still do the original plan of buying the unsullied and sacking the city, except I’d have a few thousand more unsullied because I bought them earlier in this timeline.

The only thing I was worried about was him just killing me after we made the deal. If they did try to take my money, they might be able to; they might even be able to kill me, but not without taking heavy damage, and I’d make sure the fat slaver died along with me. That didn’t happen, though. The deal went mostly smoothly, as one of my quests I had mostly forgotten about because its reward sucked dinged in my head.

Complete!

It's not slavery if they choose to follow you- Get an army of 1000+ unsullied and free them. Awards 1000+ loyal, unsullied, and unlocks more quests

New!

It’s just slavery with extra steps- Sacking any or all of the free cities. All leaders selected to rule will be loyal to you for three generations. Unlocks a replenishing supply of 100 unsullied every single year per city

I felt the change… It wasn’t talking about the fifty centuries(five thousand) unsullied I just purchased; I gained five thousand more unsullied I could make appear at any time. My first thought was to summon them right now, but that would be idiotic. If I held off on summoning them until I snuck into a city or castle I wanted to take, I would be able to Trojan Horse an enemy without them being able to do anything. 

My plan was to split the unsullied I had between the free cities right now, taking over a mansion in each and developing in each city, so when I do go to take them, it’ll be much easier with men on the inside ready to strike at their backs. 

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Third Person Point of View

Illyrio clutched his arm where the arrow struck and was pulled out. He pushed one of the guards who was panicking into the path of the unsullied, pushing their way further into his mansion. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Why, why was someone targeting him? 

It was less a fight and more a slaughter; they outnumbered them, outskilled them, and outgeared them. They moved as a tide, only moving around the bodies as they fell, slowed down the army as they charged in, every man who moved to stop them doing so more out of fear for their own life than duty to Illyario. He rushed to his escape tunnel, heaving in deep breaths as for the first time in a long time, he wished he wasn’t as fat as he was.

A large belly was a sign of nobility in Pentos, but now it was the reason the army caught up to him as they held him down, tying him to a chair. The men moved to the sides of the room before what appeared to be fifteen-year-old boy walked in to greet him. “Hello Illyrio, it’s nice to meet you… Now, we have a few things to talk about.”

The boy pulled out a knife that he could tell was valuable. His eyes widened, and he gulped instinctively when he realized it was Valyrian steel. “Now, before we start. Do you want to spare yourself the torture and tell me what you and Varys have planned?”