GOT: The Golden Lion

"Did you hear? King Joffrey tamed a dragon."

"No, fool, he tamed the Mother of Dragons herself."

"Hah! I stood there when he summoned holy fire to his blade. The sight was glorious! Truly, the greatest King to ever grace the world."

"I heard King Joffrey can lift a mountain with his bare hands."

"Naturally. He carries the strength of Baratheon blood."

"And they say he's unmatched with women. One of Chataya's girls swears she's fallen for His Grace's... prowess."

"Even my wife speaks of it too much for my liking... and I hate it."

Rumors spread across King's Landing. Some true and others utter exaggerations. But that was Joffrey's plan from the beginning. It didn't matter if Daenerys had the dragons as long as the people saw only him as the true King; Only adored him as the almighty and wise.

Furthermore, the rumors were fueled by Chataya and Melisandre's efforts too, ensuring the word spread not just in King's Landing but every major city in Westeros. From the cities, it was natural for the same rumors to trickle down to every corner of the realm.

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While the city buzzed with rumors of the King's grandeur, a small gathering took place in the cellars. Joffrey, Daenerys, Tywin, Ygritte, the entire Small Council, and almost fifty Kingsguards and Gold Cloaks gathered together. There were also a few nobles from Crownlands since inviting them was easier and faster.

Thud!

Sandor Clegane and Ser Jaime brought over a wooden crate, chained from all sides. Carefully, they set the crate on the floor, revealing a metallic cage inside.

"Grrrr…"

Inside the cage was the wraith, growling at the trace of light around and trying to stand up but was unable to with the cage being so small. Its flesh was fully decomposed, leaving behind only a skeleton and some old clothes.

Many gasps left the lips in the cellar. Joffrey, though, walked closer to the cage with interest. He felt no fear, but rather amusement and interest in how such a thing could exist. What magic was behind it? What gave the wraith its energy? Dragons were living creatures with hearts, so it made sense. But what powered these dead creatures?

The god of death? The Stranger?

"H-How do we kill this thing?" Lord Redwyne.

"Fire, dragonglass, and Valyrian steel," Joffrey replied and gazed at Daenerys' shocked face. "I supposed Dragonfire too."

Although Joffrey wanted to try to stab the thing with his sword and test means of killing, he only had one wraith and didn't want to waste it. The real showcase was still remaining as the major lords of Westeros would only have received the raven now.

"Were there more of these?" Joffrey asked as he looked at the red-haired wildling woman, standing farther to the side beside Val.

"Thousands… Too many to count. Too many to fight. We barely made it out, most of our men lost," Ygritte answered, her voice sullen and rough. "Jon died last, grabbing the wraith and saving us time to retreat. Without him, I wouldn't be here."

Wonderful, I shall remember his sacrifice for half a day. Joffrey ridiculed silently. The entire North had become his plaything by now. Being the sole man responsible for the end of Starks and many more great houses.

"Jon's sacrifice will be… honored." Joffrey showed false emotions and focused back at the Wraith. "Val, bring me the torch from the wall."

Val moved, her armor clanking. She grabbed a burning torch from the wall and brought it to Joffrey. But instead of leaving, she stood right behind him to the right, close enough that she could whisper.

"So, what do you think?" she asked in a hushed tone.

Joffrey hummed and glanced at Ygritte again. Lithe, not much to her bust or ass, but her red hair and that wild feral face were as if begging to be fucked and subdued.

He nodded in appreciation. Don't worry, Jon Snow. I'll take good care of your wildling whore.

"Fancy another redhead?" Val whispered.

Joffrey almost coughed and tried his best to not chuckle. "If you can train her well, that is."

"Oh, that's easy."

"I look forward to it then," Joffrey replied and started waving the burning torch near the wraith's cage.

"Wraaaa!"

The wraith reacted instantly, showing signs of heightened hostility as well as a hint of fright.

"Normal blades are useless. Even in pieces, it would still crawl. We'll save the real spectacle for the great gathering of lords. Sandor, bind it and take it away." Joffrey ended the little showcase since it was only meant for Daenerys.

"And these are just the foot soldiers?" Daenerys asked.

"Mindless beasts, that's all they are. The White Walkers—now they are the true power. They can raise the dead, turn them into their soldiers, and wherever they go, the world freezes at their feet. Their singular strength could crush a dozen Gregor Cleganes." Joffrey stepped closer to Daenerys, his voice dropping. "And yes, they can even turn a dragon into one of their undead abominations. But their weakness is the same—Valyrian steel and dragonglass."

Shock and fear registered on Daenerys' face. She knew very well that without her dragons she was nothing. Without her dragons, she only had the Unsullied loyal to her.

"I'll have armor forged for each of your dragons. They'll not fly into battle unprotected on my watch. And you—train harder with your dragon riding. Make sure the other two obey you as well. We can't afford a mistake during the battle, let alone a dragon-sized one." Joffrey warned her and stretched his hand to her, a sign of confidence.

Daenerys grabbed Joffrey's hand and followed her husband out of the cellars. The two walked into the gardens since it was a sunny day and discussed various matters. For the most part, Joffrey advised her how to conquer Slaver's Bay since she was going to return to Meereen very soon.

"You command the Dothraki now—use them. Demand tribute from the cities nearby, not in gold, but in food. Food is the most important commodity in Slaver's Bay because freed slaves need more of it than what they've been fed until now. Put them to work—mines, ships, towns, roads. Let them earn just enough to buy their meals. It's not about riches; it's about making them feel they belong. As for the old masters? Kill every last one. Generations of wealth have rotted them—they won't change, not in ten lifetimes."

Daenerys diligently listened to him and memorized his advice. She had not an ounce of doubt in his abilities anymore. Without dragons, Joffrey had tamed the Seven Kingdoms and conquered Lys and Tyrosh. What was there not to admire?

"So I should join the economies of the three cities?" Daenerys asked.

"You should do that and more. Join the economies, and wipe out the rotten culture left by the old masters. Slavery, the pillow houses, and anything that was a result of forced slavery. But that doesn't mean an outright prohibition on pillow houses. Keep the fighting pits open, but allow smallfolk to compete for money. Greed will entertain the folks, slavery is not required. Everything hinges on a balance, Daenerys—A ruler must be feared, but not rule by fear. The rich should cower in your presence, while the smallfolk should adore you."

Daenerys smiled and suddenly shifted closer to Joffrey as they walked. She hugged his arm and looked up at his face in silent veneration.

Joffrey noticed it and ignored it.

Keep admiring me, Daenerys. You need no one but me in your life.

Later that same day, Joffrey accompanied Daenerys to the dragon pit as she decided to leave right away. He showed concern for her since her womb carried his seed. He wanted the child to be born at all costs.

"You should wait, I'd love to go with you, Daenerys." Joffrey held her close between his arms, his hand caressing her shoulders. "It's dangerous for you to travel that far alone."

Daenerys smiled softly and caressed Joffrey's face. "Don't trouble yourself over me, Joffrey. You have your own mountains to climb here. I'll follow your guidance and rule Slaver's Bay properly and stabilize it before we march North."

Joffrey nodded and pulled her closer against his chest, holding her frame so warmly and tightly. As he loosened his embrace, he kissed her lips in a slow, smooth, and gentle gesture. "Be safe, Daenerys."

As Daenerys climbed Drogon's back, Joffrey walked closer to the prone dragon and patted over its snout. "Take care of your mum."

Woosh!

Drogon exhaled through his nostrils as if confused as to why this human wasn't scared of him.

"Write to me!" Joffrey shouted, taking a step back. "Do not hesitate to seek my help. I would send my entire army to Slaver's Bay if necessary."

Daenerys waved her hand and steered Drogon. The entire time she gazed at Joffrey as if scared of losing his sight.

"Thank you, husband."

Woosh!

And just like that, the dragon flew away from the pit.

Thank you? For what? Joffrey stood there confused. And husband?

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