Chapter 59:

Chapter 59:

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The siege started, with my men executing my plans to the letter, as I shouted, plunging my sword into the ground, "Do you know what's waiting beyond these walls!?" My men in response started to stomp the ground with their feet, "Our prey, our enemies!!"

My army at this rose their blades crying out with one voice, cheering for victory, cheering for the battle that was to come.

With a smile forming on my face, I put on my helmet, as I rushed to the walls, being the first to climb the ladders, my Khalasar following close by.

Hundreds of arrows were about to whistle through the air but my Ravens entered the scene, bothering the heck out of the archers, killing some in the process by pushing them off the edge. With this opportunity opening up, I make a hand signal. Half of my men split off part of them trying to climb and the other battering the castle wall, howling like wolves with a thirst for blood.

It took me a few seconds to climb the ladders, but once I was on the edge of the wall, I sprinted towards the archers that were still alive, half of my men behind him. The archers in defense tried to let off a volley of arrows at us, hitting some of my men.

Dodging the incoming arrows, I leaped over the fortifications they had to protected the archers, sword flashing before my feet ever touch the ground. Landing behind them as the archers crumple to the ground as my sword cuts through them. It takes a moment for my men to catch up with and help me lay death into the archers. Within seconds we start to massacre them, erasing their primary defenses, rendering the walls completely useless against my horde of Dothraki climbing. With a smile, I turned around looking at the castle were the Magister was hiding and with a nod, I confirm my next target. My men catch up to this almost unperceivable gesture and rally to the castle.

As I dash for the castle, I hear the door being opened, and the rest of my army rushing in. They had no way of winning now, not that they ever did, it doesn't take me long before I reach the castle, the main event of this invasion.

The archers at the castle unleash a fusillade of arrows, killing a few of my men as we advance. Every few yards another soldier would fall. Several of them are wounded, but if they were not dead they would keep moving forward, as they saw me, their King charging into battle without fear.

As for me, arrows won't stop me, I've been either cutting through them or using my shield to block them, by this point my shield is now quilled with them, as I advanced I see two archers showing their faces, with a smile forming on my face, I grabbed a spear that was dropped on the ground that belonged to one of my fallen comrades and with great force hurled at the archers. Catching them just above the chest, tearing through their throats like a needle and plunging them against the wall like a decoration.

The Magister was not happy to see, but oh how happy I was for this opportunity, I was as happy as any man about to kill someone threatening his family could.

"Hello there," I smiled taking a seat, seeing the men tremble before me.

"I surrender." The Magister said, lowering his head.

"Oh, that's not how it works my friend," I chuckled patting him on the back, "You lost any human rights the moment your mind sailed and decided to make my wife a whore, albeit impossible, as you saw today, the mere thought.. Well I have no words, you must now."

The Magister was shaking uncontrollably by this point, peeing himself on fear as I soothed him, "No don't cry now, you will need those tears later, but for now, I want to know, who told you I was coming?" I had received the Raven, but it wasn't signed, I had a hunch it was Illyrio, but I could be wrong.

"A Magister," The Magister answered, not daring to look at me in the eyes.

"You have any idea, how little those that narrow it down?" I sighed.

"Ordello, a friend of Illyrio," The Magister said between rasped breaths.

"Good boy," I patted him, with a soft smile, making him look at me for a second, receiving immediately a punch that knocked down many of his teeth, "Did I give you permission to look at me, worm?"

"No" The Magister said, bleeding badly through his mouth.

"Exactly, now as for your. Sins," I hummed, remembering Neltharion wanted to chip in, which gave me an idea, "You will die, but your gruesome death needs preparation,"

My idea was to replicate the Sicilian bull just for him, which was an ancient torture device used in Greece. This Bull was a hollow brass statue crafted to resemble a real bull. The Victims were placed inside, with no escape. The door was shut tight, sealing them in. Fire them would then be lit around the bull. As the victim succumbed to the searing heat inside, he would thrash about and scream in agony. The movements and sounds would be muted by the bull's mass, and thanks to the design of the bull, the sounds inside would transform and sound outside like those of a real bull.

I would commission the Bull, and Neltharion would set the Bull on fire with his cute fire, and that way my little dragon son would feel helpful.

"Make sure he doesn't kill himself," I ordered my Dothraki, as they dragged him to a cell.

With Lys under control, I couldn't help but wonder what was Daenerys doing right now.