Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Sometimes you're just born unlucky. Blame the cruelty of fate, but survive against the odds, though it certainly won't be an easy task. Master of the Order of Assassins.

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"I've been fighting assassins for ten years, I know how you walk, smell and act, you piece of horse manure." Ser Willem replied as he advanced towards the assassin, brandishing his short sword with a swift strike.

He hadn't expected that a brief outing for a drink would uncover an assassin dangerously close to the queen and princesses' bedroom.

Clang!

Willem's sword was blocked by the assassin's dagger with the sound of clashing metal, and the two came to a stop, staring at each other.

Under Bao's astonished eyes, Willem simply head-butted him, smashing both of their heads together with one powerful blow.

The assassin felt his mind reeling from the impact on his brain and stepped back with a stunned expression. But his instincts, honed by nearly two decades of assassination, warned him not to stay in one place, and even with his head dizzy, Bao managed to roll to the side and dodge his enemy's blade.

"That was low, you old shit." Bao said, backing away as he glared at the old man, who looked like a solid, hard tree. He had underestimated the old man, he really hadn't expected him to dare to strike such a low and dangerous blow.

"An assassin talking about questionable methods, I never thought I'd hear that from someone like you." Ser Willem commented in a sarcastic tone as he moved into attack position.

Bao looked at the old man coldly and advanced with the dagger close to his body, he had to kill the old man before anyone was alerted to the fight!

Clang!!! Clang!!! Clang!!!

With each exchange of blows, sparks blossomed around them as the cruel sound of steel colliding with steel echoed through the corridor. Bao took a step forward and Willem took a step back. Suddenly, it was Bao's turn to retreat and Willem's turn to advance. They were both in this kind of struggle for a long three minutes.

Suddenly, they both stepped back, breathing heavily and staring at each other with cold intensity. Humans had limited stamina and couldn't fight at full strength forever, and it usually didn't take long, as minutes of high intensity was enough to leave any strong human completely exhausted.

Bao had the advantage in the fight because he was the youngest, while Willem was exhausted from the three-minute fight. If it wasn't for the fact that he was holding a shorter, lighter sword instead of a longer, heavier one, he would have lost to such an experienced assassin.

Suddenly, as he was concentrating on the enemy, Bao felt a breeze behind him and knew that someone was behind him. He tried to move forward, but still felt a cut in his ribs, spraying a considerable amount of blood into the air.

Putting his hand on his chest to stop the bleeding, Bao looked at the person who had attacked him and was surprised to see a young woman with black hair and violet eyes. She held a sword with a firm and excellent posture.

He knew that she was one of his targets, but he hadn't expected a princess to actually possess sword skills, and judging from her posture, the princess was no amateur.

"Let's fight together, Ser Willem." Visenya said without taking her eyes off the assassin.

Willem, as Visenya's fencing instructor, knew the princess' skills well, and they both surrounded the assassin with cold eyes.

"There are assassins!!!" A child's voice shouted loudly from outside the inn.

Bao, who had a solemn expression on his face, turned terribly pale when he heard the girl's cry.

Without hesitation, he turned and tried to run away, but soon found that his path was blocked by the old man he had fought earlier.

Looking in the opposite direction, he saw the Targaryen princess, sword in hand, staring at him with coldness and a very real murderous intent in her eyes.

He was dead, he knew for sure, especially when he heard the heavy, fast footsteps coming up the stairs.

But even if he had a slim chance of surviving, he would do it, because assassins were the people who feared death the most, because they saw death up close every day, and they definitely didn't want to die.

Bao made a quick decision. He dropped his dagger and put both hands on his head as he knelt on the floor.

Meryn quickly climbed the stairs with a squad of Legionnaires, and when he reached the second floor, he soon spotted three figures in the corridor.

Two men and a young woman. The legionnaire captain's keen eyes quickly recognized who the murderer was and who the victims of the assassination attempt were.

"All will be detained for questioning, drop your weapons and come with us." Meryn spoke in a strong, unquestioning voice, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, ready to draw if there was any disobedience.

As soon as he spoke, Willem and Visenya dropped their weapons and stood still. The door to the room not far away opened and two more figures emerged.

Rhaella and Daenerys.

Seeing this, Meryn soon realized that this was a group of travelers. Probably grandfather, daughter and granddaughters.

"They should all go in for questioning. Don't worry, as long as you have not broken the laws of Volantis, you will be released without any consequences." Meryn told the older woman and man, who nodded.

Gesturing to their companions to stay close to the possible perpetrators, they all left the inn in full view of countless people.

Rhaella overcame her uneasy feelings and followed the guards, looking for a way to escape if things got out of hand.

If that didn't work, she could reveal her identity and try to get out alive in such a dangerous situation. Or at least give her daughters time to escape safely.

The Queen of Westeros held her youngest daughter's hand and walked with her face held high.

The deeper the group went into Volantis, the more men in armor appeared before them, and Rhaella knew she was close to the Great Red Temple of Volantis.

Soon the smell of blood reached her nose, and Rhaella didn't have to wait long to see where it came from. It was hundreds of men's and women's heads piled on a cart, a pool of blood had already formed beneath the cart, and many flies seemed to be feasting on the blood.

Daenerys turned pale at such a brutal scene, but the ten-year-old didn't look away, staring at the sight that would make many men and women vomit just to see it.

Visenya, like Rhaella, didn't change her expression much, only feeling more nervous about the unfamiliar surroundings and the uncertain fate that was about to befall her.

Meryn, watching the group's expressions, was surprised that the three women and the old man did not look away; what surprised him most was the girl, who did not look more than twelve years old, though pale, her eyes were so determined that it surprised him.

He had comrades-in-arms who vomited at such a bloody scene, but here was a girl under twelve looking at it all without any fear.

"High Priest Benerro, this man was caught red-handed trying to kill a family of four, probably to steal their possessions." Meryn approached Benerro and reported in a respectful voice as he bowed to the Red Faith's second-in-command.

Benerro nodded and spoke, pointing to a man with Dothraki features and one with Myr features. "Two other suspects carrying daggers have also been detained."

Bao couldn't help but curse inwardly at the sight of his two companions. Don't misunderstand, he was not angry that his friends had been caught, he was angry that the information he wanted to sell would probably not be enough to save his life.

Making his decision in an instant, Bao spoke out loud, attracting the attention of everyone in the square in front of the Great Temple. "I want to save my life by selling important information."

Bao's companions couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief, listening to the betrayal of their fellow member of the Order of Assassins.

Benerro frowned and looked at the thief with a deep frown.

Rhaella felt her heart begin to beat faster hearing those words. She didn't need to be a genius to know that the killer would sell the information about her and her daughters' true identity to save his own life!

"Speak thief." Benerro spoke with a cold, powerful voice.

"These three are Queen Rhaella I Targaryen and her two noble daughters, Princesses Visenya and Daenerys Targaryen." Bao spoke quickly without even negotiating the terms of the deal. First of all, he was aware of his situation, and rather than irritate the man before him, it was better to speak directly and pray for his release.

However, Benerro's words doused the flames of his hope and his face turned pale.

"You will die." Benerro spoke as he stretched out his hand, and flames burst from the tips of his fingers, covering Bao's entire form.

Soon, the only sound in the square in front of the Great Red Temple was the painful screams and wails of a man being burned alive.

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