Robert's hand clenched harder. Daenerys choked as her smile faded and her lustful eyes grew concerned.
"I'd have given you a fair fight, let you die with some honor. But what's the point? You'd only squeal for mercy… weak and worthless on your own." Robert clenched harder, suffocating her. "I'll make it quick."
Finally, reality dawned on her. Daenerys' expression turned to pure horror. The man holding her underneath him truly meant to kill her. This was no wicked sexual play but a simple reality.
"I once called Robert a fool, a madman, for sending assassins after you. Thought it was beneath a King. I was wrong. The madness never left your bloodline—it just sailed East with you." Robert ignored her pitiful slaps on his arm and easily fetched the dagger with his other hand.
Robert slid his hips a little lower to her belly, leaving her chest clear for the aim. Then he pointed the dagger's tip right on her heart. No trace of doubt, no remorse, no hatred, no love… he was just doing.
"W-ugh… Who…" She barely granted as he allowed her to breathe slightly. Suffocation wasn't supposed to be her end.
"You're the first to know this… and the last who ever will."
He stared into her violet eyes and pressed the tip harder, making it register through the layer of silk on her body.
"I was once Robert Baratheon, but that man died… and I woke as him—Eddard Stark, gods help me." He almost felt merciful. But then he remembered her words from the previous night. Her actions over the many weeks. "Now, I'm neither a man… nor a human."
"Uggggh…" Daenerys groaned as she felt the blade pierce through her skin. Her breath was erratic, struggling under his grasp, she helplessly wriggled, flailed her legs, and slapped his arm, but he was like a mountain atop a pebble. She cried, tears like a waterfall, trailing down the side of her eyes. For mercy, she begged through her gaze, but all she received was Robert's cold blue gaze.
"Bloodshed, slaughter, madness—it's all you've ever chased, Daenerys. You dream of drowning Westeros in fire and corpses. Your deeds, your words—they reek of it. And Westeros has no room for two monsters… I'm more than enough."
Squelch!
Robert pressed in hard and easily jammed the blade all the way in, puncturing her fragile heart. Her eyes widened in the shock of it, pain seeping in while her life slowly faded. The glow in her eyes turned darker, her face paler like a wraith.
"You died chasing a crown that was never yours to claim. It wasn't stolen from you."
Squelch!
Robert pulled out the dagger and let the blood drench her robes. He moved aside from her body and stood by the bed, seeing her eyes following him in her last breathing moments.
"This is for the realm… for my family… my children."
Before she died, he pressed his palm on her face and made her close her eyes. She turned into a bloodthirsty monster in the end. But he sympathized with her journey. The struggles she faced. From an orphan in exile to a sold bride to warlord, to a widow who raised dragons.
"If you'd never met me… maybe your tale would have ended differently."
He put the dagger on her chest and stepped back, eying the room.
"Rest in peace now, Daenerys Targaryen."
With that, Robert traced his steps towards the door and walked out. There were two Unsullieds standing guard, but they didn't react to him and cluelessly guarded the bedchamber.
Without wasting time, he went to a lower floor where the likes of Grey Worm and Ser Jorah lived. Surprisingly, the entire floor was unguarded as it housed the commanding members of the army itself.
Robert first entered Ser Jorah's chamber, a small room with a single table and a bed. The man was sleeping but had woken by his presence, getting up while frowning hard.
It wasn't hard to see that the man hated him. For being the second man in his life to take away the woman he drooled after.
"Pick your steel," Robert growled. "You were sent to exile for punishment, not to hatch treason and raise a Targaryen for invasion."
Ser Jorah's lip curled as he regarded Robert with a hard stare. "And who might you be? Speaking like a Northman doesn't make you a Stark."
"Aye, I'm not a Stark for I am Robert Baratheon, your fucking king."
Ser Jorah's gaze hardened, desperately looking for lies. But there was none to be found. Then the man glanced at the door behind Robert and instantly, his expression changed to fury.
"Where's Khaleesi?"
Robert gave a rough sigh, full of scorn. "Don't fret, you'll be seeing her soon enough. Dream of suckling at her then, if it helps."
"You!" Ser Jorah leaped sideways and grabbed his sword, swiftly pulling it out of the sheath. "Ha!"
Ser Jorah slashed at Robert's head with all the strength in his body. He reckoned it'd hit and hurt since Robert had no weapons with him.
Clank!
But he was wrong. Robert had two, very powerful weapons.
The sword audibly clanked when Robert caught the blade near his face with his bare hands. With a subtle push, the blade curved. Before Ser Jorah could react, his throat was in the Westerosi King's grasp.
"Die easy, then. Bear Island's to thrive—Tommen's sweet on Lyanna." Robert's grip tightened, lifting him clean off his feet. "Even Lynesse Hightower… taken care of well in the Red Keep."
Ser Jorah tried to kick Robert but failed to make the tall man budge. His eyes glared hauntingly at Robert. Gods knew what was in his mind in those moments. Was it his home? His first wife? Or the Targaryen woman he lusted after.
Snap!
It was far too easy to snap a human neck than slice a dragon's head. He killed Ser Jorah in the blink of an eye and threw his body back on the bed.
Then, he grabbed Ser Jorah's sword and made his way into other small rooms. He looked for Grey Worm as the man was one of the closest people to Daenerys. Jorah was one and Grey Worm was the second man who may come looking for him to avenge Daenerys.
The man had to die.
And die he did.
Once Robert found him, a similar plot as Jorah played out. But in his case, Grey Worm tried to grab his spear, which was useless in a small room. Robert snapped his neck faster than Jorah.
Done with his killing, he made his way back to the upper floor. But he kept going and arrived at the top floor where Daenerys slept. Two Unsullied guards kept watch there.
Bam!
Bam!
Robert smashed their heads onto the wall. Not enough to kill but hard enough to knock them out for good.
However, instead of entering Daenerys' empty chamber, he went to a side chamber where Missandei slept. The beautiful woman with yet another harsh story slept in her bed calmly.
This time, Robert suppressed his footsteps and approached the side of her bed. He had no desire to kill her since she had nothing to gain from Westeros. So, he took out a vial with mysterious contents, uncorked it, and hovered it near her nose.
As Jaqen had guided him, he waited for a while.
"Missandei?"
He called for her. Then he softly tapped on her face. Finding no response, he lifted her in a bridal carry and entered Daenerys' personal chamber. Massive and lavish, but empty and eerie now.
Surveying the walls, he soon found an elephant-shaped sconce with a candle on the stone wall. He stood near it and gently knocked on it a few times.
Thump!
Thump!
A suppressed, faint knock came back in response.
Finally, he pulled on the sconce. A click returned and the wall on which the sconce stood started to pivot, rotating on its own axis.
"A ship waits at the docks."
Robert nodded at Jaqen's presence and walked into the secret passage, tall enough for him but only wide enough to squeeze two people. Jaqen quickly turned the secret wall back to the way it was and started leading Robert.
The secret passage was rough with steps higher than normal. Even Jaqen began panting after a while as they kept walking down the Great Pyramid.
Soon, they reached the ground level and then went another level below to enter a secret tunnel. From there, it was a grand maze, with twists and turns, and many more passageways around. But Jaqeh knew his way and eventually brought Robert out through the back of a small house, very close to the port itself.
Much of the Unsullied patrol still hadn't returned from the fire scene as many houses and buildings were burnt to the ground. Besides, once Robert had a sheet of cloth covering Missandei, no Unsullied stopped him as his legend from Yunkai and Astapor had spread in their ranks.
Moments later, he stood on the deck of a ship leaving the port.
The great city of Meereen continued to look smaller and smaller. Its magnificent Great Pyramid was illuminated by the hue of the moon.
The city would soon become a mess with Daenerys and her dragons gone.
"The action was necessary. Only thus could her madness be unmade," Jaqen murmured, standing beside him on the deck.
"I'll come out when we're reaching Braavos." In no mood to discuss the rights and wrongs, Robert shook his and decided to rest.
"And what would a man do in Braavos, I wonder? A man is curious."
"Payback."
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