Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 176 - The Situation in the Capital.

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Third Person POV.

King's Landing.

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King's Landing was not calm at all with the news coming from the North.

After they had managed, at first, to put an end to the height of the War of the Four Kings, with Stannis having to flee north after his failed attack on King's Landing and with Balon Greyjoy still living in Pyke — it could not be said that the Greyjoys were in good condition, after losing thousands of men in their failed attack against the North. The campaign seemed to be going well until a new player entered the scene.

The War of the Four Kings was also marked by many who said, in truth, there were five kings. The North, despite not being considered an independent kingdom with everyone already expecting Ned Stark or his son to be named king since they did not declare for any of the candidates at the same time that the lords of the Riverlands were with them against the Lannisters, did not bring forth a king, but also remained without any alliance.

However, there was another player already at that time, far more chaotic and considered the worst of all, even as a lone wolf: Daemon Targaryen.

After everything he did, it became impossible to ignore him, even though he had only just begun his moves now, bringing an army no one expected, coming from beyond the Wall.

Joffrey was satisfied when all his enemies began to fall and lose, feeling triumphant over all of them, despite no longer sitting on the Iron Throne. He sat on another kind of chair, hastily built so as not to mark the great humiliation, a copy of the original throne, and even with all the blacksmiths and architects of King's Landing and the surrounding region called upon, it carried nowhere near the same power or meaning as the Iron Throne.

At least he seemed somewhat animated, although he never truly recovered from the wound on his leg, the result of Daemon's attack. Spouting a series of insults for weeks since he awoke, after all, he would now limp for the rest of his life, always reminded of the deep hatred against the man who had hurt him.

A hatred greater than with any other. After all, no one had ever hurt him, only the monster who had attacked him and created chaos in his city after killing Robert, his supposed father. This same hateful monster had attacked him, and he felt the worst pain he had ever experienced in his life.

At least he could console himself with the fact that the Starks had been ambushed at the Twins and killed in the middle of a wedding. Renly had been killed, and Stannis had failed to take the city and had been forced to retreat to the North. The Greyjoys were weakened and focused on their own lands. There were no more wars knocking at the capital's gates. That, however, did not stop him from shouting and proclaiming before the entire court how he would deal with his enemies, saying that all would pay, especially Daemon Targaryen.

In recent days, however, the restlessness in the court only grew.

First with the news of nearly two hundred thousand wildlings coming from beyond the Wall. Then, with the confirmation that the dragon everyone already suspected was real had destroyed the Dreadfort, turning it into a pile of frozen stones.

Later, Daemon advanced against the ironborn and the Boltons, slaughtering everyone in his path.

The event in which he massacred more than three hundred people serving the castle, whether servants or guards, personally, over an entire day without resting, spread like a legend everywhere after someone leaked this story from the spies who were in the North providing everything they could about what was happening there. The story told was that he judged and executed three hundred heads without resting even for a moment; even through the night, Daemon continued carrying out executions until midmorning. Known as the dragon's hour among the common folk, this began to spread as a terror everywhere.