A Wolf of War (Completed)

Daenerys IV

(Warning: There will be some spoilers from the books mentioned)

From the moment the bells rang to the moment she was coronated, Daenerys felt proud of herself. She had worked so hard to get this far; she wondered if her parents would be proud, her brothers, her ancestors. Three hundred years ago, Aegon conquered Westeros with three dragons, and a strong military behind his back, just as Daenerys had tried to do. She rode through the Great Grass Sea, commanded the Dothraki hoard by her husband's side, broke slaves and slave soldiers from their chains; she brought peace to the Free Cities, now she hoped to do so with Westeros.

From the moment that she was coronated, she felt unsure about how to rule. How to truly rule as her ancestors did, because she was never truly taught the ways of kings and queens. When Lord Valyrrn entered the throne room, Daenerys felt her burdens and unrest be put to an ease. It wasn't that her council was not to be trusted, nor that the city would revolt against her, she just felt like she could not do it without his counsel. Fifteen Targaryen kings he had served, then before that it was countless of Stark kings; Lord Valyrrn had more experience serving kings that whores did in a whorehouse.

Why not bring back the Lord of Wolves to advise? She just needed a way to get him on her council.

Daenerys pulled Lord Valyrrn into her chambers upon his arrival; she poured him a glass of wine and handed it over to him, she sat down to hear his counsel.

"I have come a long way, the scorched earth looks rather beautiful now with the blankets of snow. You would quite enjoy the scenery." Lord Valyrrn said, standing there in his beautiful navy blue armor, he looked down at the wine, unsure if he should drink it. "Right, counsel. I understand war requires there to be sacrifices, and that political enemies are as good as dead. However, I say it to be wise for Lord and Lady Lannister to not be executed."

Dany looked up at him, her eyes were now confused and questioning. "Why?"

"After the recent war, the cost of war has seen an incline, and many of the kingdoms who fought in this war, owed money to the Iron Bank, Tywin Lannister, and Mace Tyrell. If you were to keep them alive, then perhaps you can repay those debts of deadmen and survivors." Daenerys took a sip of her wine, listening to his words. "Look, the mines of the West are not as dry as everyone thought them to be. As soon as the Lannisters are returned to their post, the more money they will be able to provide, money that you will need to run this country." Daenerys listened to him speak, but she arose from her chair to stand before him.

"And what should I do with those who fought for the Lannisters?"

"The Iron Bank has this little policy." He took a sip of his wine, finally. "If the customer was not satisfied with the mercenaries, like the Golden Company, they could return them with a full refund. The price for ten-thousand men is 500,000 golden coins. With elephants, the price would have been raised to six-hundred." Daenerys tilted her head up, looking at him with amusement.

"Will that be enough?"

"No."

She looked down, disappointed by his truth. "How much would the country need to make in order to pay it all back?"