Game of Dragonborn Chapter 177 – A Letter from Daemon to the Old Lion

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Third Person POV.

King's Landing.

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The raven landed on the perch and stayed for about an hour along with other ravens that had arrived in the last hour. The maester went to check each of the crests on the letters that had co with the animal, as with all the others throughout the day, and when Maester Pycelle saw on one of them the symbol of the three-headed dragon, he imdiately opened his eyes upon seeing that sealed parchnt.

He wasted no ti. While finishing removing the letter from the raven's leg and holding it, he placed the bird inside one of the cages, quickly closing the door. Then, he held the letter and began to leave the place in a hurry.

It could be said that the bird had only been waiting for this. Now that it was alone, it went to the cage door and, through the nearest bar, placed its beak to reach the latch that held the door, easily unlocking it. Thus, it opened it and flew out the window, heading toward the Hand's tower.

anwhile, Tywin was in the Hand's tower at that very mont, working on his docunts, with the sa raven perched beside the window, now hiding there so as not to be noticed.

It waited for a while until finally Pycelle arrived, which was not an easy walk for the elderly man to leave one tower and climb another.

Tywin Lannister had his eyes on the papers and was signing sothing here and there when he heard a knock at the door that caught his attention, making him leave his reports and docunts.

The conflicts in the Riverlands had not ended with what happened at the Twins, and it would not be so easy for that to happen.

He still had to deal with the Tullys, even with Edmure as a hostage at the Twins, the Blackfish still held the Tullys' main castle. That was why Tywin was gathering the Freys with the company of the Lannisters, and the Tyrells should also take part.

Tywin could see that the Blackfish and all the others were in a difficult situation. They could not keep financing the war, because, ironically enough, Daemon Targaryen had helped the Lannisters in this matter. After all, he had emptied all the Tully coffers just as he had done at Casterly Rock, leaving them without money. That would make the siege of Riverrun not last very long.

At the sa ti, he looked vehently at the situation elsewhere. The Freys were frightened by what was happening in the North, while Roose Bolton's troops had returned to the Twins in recent days, at least helping with the siege with n from the North.

Walder Frey was desperate with Tywin, making the old lion call him a coward every ti he read a letter asking for guarantees that he would not have to deal with a dragon at his door at any mont after what had happened.

This was not limited only to the Freys. Other lords, even from the West itself, were cautious and practically demanding guarantees that they could deal with the power that was gathering in the North.

This would leave Tywin frustrated, for such information should not have been passed along by his allies. He wanted to keep them in the dark about news disadvantageous to his cause, all the more so when his grandson was of no help whatsoever.

There were still remnants of the scandal that Joffrey might, in fact, be the son of his two children in an incestuous act and that he was a cruel king, taking each of his decisions so that so people whispered, wondering if the king was mad.

Tywin vehently denied the incest, or at least refused to look at the truth. His own daughter had thrown it in his face, but he denied it, unwilling to believe.

And now, besides a war to focus on and keeping all his allies with him, Tywin had to keep his daughter under control, for she seed increasingly unstable lately, even attacking the Stark girl with cruelty. She was the only thing that could prevent them from having a dragon over their roofs burning everything.

There was a knock at the door. A guard opened it and said, "My lord, Maester Pycelle is here. He says it's urgent." Pycelle entered with trembling hands, bringing a letter. "My lord, I co to deliver this to you. It has just arrived on a raven from the North," the maester said, still shaking, placing the letter on the table. Tywin saw the sigil.

For a mont, Tywin looked at the letter in silence. "Leave the room, maester, but do not go far. Stay out there waiting for to call," was all the old lion said, while the maester bowed his head before turning and going to the door.

Tywin stared at the letter for so ti longer before beginning to open it, breaking the seal. The handwriting was good, but unfamiliar, while the na of the one who wrote this letter was obvious, since his na was at the beginning of the letter.

I bet the one who will read this letter is the old lion before anyone else. And I doubt this should be read aloud.

I will speak directly to you, Tywin.

You now know as Daemon Targaryen, son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. And I would have been dead if you had learned of this nearly 20 years ago.

You must already know that I had a troubled childhood in Winterfell, but that is beside the point. I was taken from that place on my eighth naday and lived in a land called Skyrim for about twelve years... At first, I did not imagine I would return to this world, but when I saw what happened in Robert's Rebellion, my feelings and, above all, my attention turned here.

I admit, lion: I saw everything. I saw when you marched on King's Landing, when you discovered Rheager's defeat at the Trident. I know that you manipulated the king through Pycelle to open the city's gates.

When the sack began, your order was quite clear: in the command tent, before the soldiers threw themselves upon the people's capital, you commanded that the n, known for cruelty, kill the royal children so that the path to the Iron Throne would be clear.

You called no one besides Clegane and Lothar to give that order; after all, even you knew your brother was aware of the entire campaign alongside you. You would have judged him too for such atrocities — and you kept that to yourself: a perfect plan to overthrow a Targaryen, whom you hated deeply, since Aerys had subjected you to a quota of humiliations.

That you had shown a disturbing interest in your late wife, Joanna — her na, right? I do not know if the rumors that the mad king slept with her were true or not; after all, I did not see that in the vision, for I could only see during the Rebellion. Even so, you proceeded with the flas of vengeance. You did not care if they were children, a woman — all you wanted was to destroy the Targaryens for what Aerys had done to you, while at the sa ti raising your family to a position it had never held.

I need not say how I felt seeing what your n did to my two siblings: even if one was an infant and the other a three-naday girl, they butchered them — and the orders were yours.

At the ti I saw that, I never felt so much anger and hatred for anyone as I felt for you, for that group of people you commanded. I include you. You do not understand the rage I have toward you. I always wanted to run to where you were, in those monts when I was in the South, able to reach you with ease, and destroy you — torture you in such a horrible way that not even your n would be able to recognize your body when I was done with you.

However, I knew I should do it one at a ti. First I went after the Mountain. I mutilated him: I made him lose a leg and I heard him scream like a wounded animal. He was large, I admit, but I was greater. I kept him alive and managed to take him to the North.

In the North, I can say he did not et a good fate: before a heart tree, I burned part of his face, opened his back and hamred his still-living body with an axe before hanging him. But I did not stop there. With the mortal hatred I had for that man, I would not let him rest in any other physical or spiritual realm. Even knowing his soul would go straight to hell, I took it to do sothing even worse.

Gregor's corpse I left there, frozen, on that sa heart tree — like a forgotten man, a fool who thought he could live an easy life after committing the cris he did against a child and her mother, not to ntion the other cris he had been committing over the years with no one able to lay a hand on him, especially in his na.

I made sure to destroy the seats of the Cleganes and the Lorchs. I wanted to try to destroy Casterly Rock as well, but I thought that would be too easy. I would have liked to have seen your face when you learned your coffers had been emptied.

In any case, my ssage is quite clear: I am thirsty for vengeance and to reclaim the throne. Although it is already mine — but not officially as the legitimate king above that bastard in the capital, it is — I intend to prove my legitimacy here. There is no doubt that I will have a large part of the North, if not all of it, with .

You will pay for everything you caused, Tywin Lannister. I will not use flowery words. I know you can use Sansa Stark as a hostage, but listen very carefully to what I have to say: I will give you a horrible death. Not only that: I intend to take your soul. I will strip you, cut the flesh from your back and drive an axe into you while you are still alive, opening your raw skin as you cry out to your gods for rcy — after all, they are the only ones who might help you at that mont.

I will not let you migrate to any other posthumous realm; your soul will be taken by . There is nothing worse than soone being sucked away like a toy that keeps them trapped in this world without a physical body.

I have not caught you yet; it will be a moon or two before I arrive. I want you to feel fear — fear of what awaits you. I know you did everything to exalt your family and are proud of it, proud to have put them in the position they are in. But let tell you one thing: your future and that of your family will be nothing glorious.

Your death will be only one of the steps. All the Lannister children will either be sent to the Wall; the Silent Sisters and the actors will be butchered like animals.

You are a monster, Tywin, but I am an even worse monster. I intend to destroy your house completely, so that your na is never spoken again in Westeros — that it be rembered only in future history books.

You did everything to ensure your family's rise; I will do everything to destroy it. When I am finished, the na Lannister will no longer exist; it will an nothing. The feared Tywin Lannister will be nothing more than a little kitten in the end, crying before the ruin of his family.

As soon as I begin to march south, I will be coming after you. I want you to know that. Warn the Freys, the Boltons who are after them: Warn the Tyrells that they will not be forgotten and will also pay for their alliances. Say whatever you want about this, but know one thing: I am coming. I swear by all existing gods that I will not stop until the entire Lannister family ceases to exist.

Sincerely,

Daemon Targaryen

With the letter read, Tywin stared at it for a while, grinding his teeth, full of rage.

"This bastard...", he murmured, standing up forcefully and opening the door, surprising the guards.

"I want you to notify all mbers of the Council. I want them in the room for an urgent eting."

That was all he said as he began to descend the Hand's stairs.

He would have to deal with Daemon Targaryen sohow. He should use the letter to encourage his allies to remain united.

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