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Lethal Retaliation

-Westeros. Kingdom of Asgard. Winterfell-

-Courtroom-

Harry sat quietly in the Winterfell trial chamber. Today's trial was for Euron Greyjoy. They had made sure to send Balon confirmation that they had his brother and that they planned to put him on display before executing him like the vile scum he was. He felt no regrets about screwing the bastard over.

Because it was a noble's trial, he was sitting as the chief judge, accompanied by two other judges. These two judges were chosen by the noble families after they had learned everything in Isengard about justice and law. Damn, Asgard's lawyers were highly respected throughout the world, as proven by the fact that there were numerous corners that requested them.

Hariric had had a talk with Jon a day ago. First Jon let him know that although upset, he did not hate him for lying to him for eleven years. Especially when you took into account Robert Baratheon's obsession with his mother and his hatred of Rhaegar Targaryen. He knew there was a chance that the bastard Baratheon would ask the Faceless Men to kill him.

Jon let her know that he would be happy to be part of her family but that he would soon be leaving for Isengard. He gave her a set of communication mirrors tied especially to Lyanna. But what she did next surprised him when she requested a binding magical contract to prevent anyone from using it to usurp Tykren's lands or using it to try to rule Asgard.

Hariric had not wanted to use him because he trusted his word. Damn Tykren himself said he trusted him because he was Lyanna's son. Unfortunately it turns out that Jon made good arguments specifying that the enemies they had outside would not hesitate to sow chaos and try to bring them down somehow using all measures.

With a sigh he agreed that it had to be done this way and got a contract that stipulated that unless his children could not claim the throne of Asgard he could not be an option for it. The same with the Reyne lands in Asgard. After that the boy calmed down. The boy then explained his nightmares or rather prophetic dreams.

A spider would spin threads planning the downfall of Asgard. Using manipulation and deception it would cause not Jon but his descendants to be manipulated into later trapping Asgard in a civil war that would weaken them in the same way the dance had weakened the Targaryens. Harry then understood even more and feared what that meant.

There was someone. A fucking bastard so to speak who was already planning the downfall of Asgard. The spider thing might refer to Varys but Harry knew that Varys was only called the spider because of the way he spun his plans. If he had to bet he would say that the term spider applied to anyone who could be a danger and a threat to his family in more ways than one. A planner and he knew that applied to anyone who wanted to screw them over.

He deduced that this had to do with his plans to name Jon the future lord of House Stark in Essos. The remaining members of Essos would plan how to manipulate not Jon but his children and their children. A way to wage war. Very clever. He would have to make sure to make it clear that screwing Asgard would never be an option for the others.

But back to the topic he remembered the attack… ugh calling it an attack was a joke. Four hundred low quality ships against his frigates and galleons, did they really think they could win? What a fucking joke. Armed with the new rune cannons that could shoot three times further than the best ballistae meant they could sink them before they were a threat.

Even though he knew how to make wildfire or as he called it winter fire as it burned icy blue, he knew that the new weapons that would soon arrive in Asgard would give them a significant advantage in waging war. However with all those weapons and equipment for war that meant that the fleet was completely annihilated at a safe distance.

Only Euron Greyjoy was spared. Not out of sympathy. In fact, the Greyjoys were greatly despised in Asgard. But because he wanted him to be put on trial. And to tell the rest of the southern kingdoms that they had no problem killing their nobles. Besides, Harry felt that the man was too dangerous to be left alive in any way.

It was with this that they gathered evidence. It took them a whole week to gather all the evidence they would be using against the man in question. And by the old gods and the grim reaper Hariric never thought he would be in the presence of a more monstrous thing in his entire bloody life. Here he thought the nobles could not stoop any lower.

The guy made scary pirates like Marshal Teach look like a joke. Like a fucking joke. Plunder. Rape. Kidnapping. Murder. Slavery. It doesn't matter what. The man had it all. So he was showing off by using the mirrors so that not only Wintercity but all of Asgard would know and understand the danger of the man and what exactly he was up to.

''Let's get it over with. Bring in the accused. We'll be showing what this filthy sea dog has been doing to people over the last few years since the fall of his house.'' The fact that he had committed many of these crimes as a lord of those houses or rather a member said little about House Greyjoy.

Euron entered in handcuffs. It was a good idea judging from the blue lips. The man had tasted the magical nectar of the warlocks of Qarth and had awakened a bit of magic allowing him to use inhuman abilities. He was stronger and faster. It was only that he was disoriented that allowed him to be caught and chained with runic manacles.

''So this is the great place where I will be judged. Ha. I am an ironman. We do not sow. We reap.'' Euron mocked everyone. He tried to access the powers of the sorcerers but without any success.

''I would advise you not to try and resort to wizard magic. Those chains you wear suppress magic. Simply put, unless you can somehow overcome the chains and thus break them with your own magic, doing so will only make you feel weaker and end up making me angry.'' He didn't want to waste any more time than necessary on the piece of trash.

''Oh come on Stark, what have I done to you especially? Well okay we had planned many things to your family and to harm your kingdom but you know how things are. Some simply live to strengthen others.'' Euron laughed as if he found it funny about it.

''I don't think it would be wise to offend me when I am capable of so much more. But let's begin. The first charge against you is assault and theft of Asgardian lands by stealing wood for the creation of the iron fleet.'' It was the first crime. But it was by far the simplest. Because this man had done horrible things to the Asgardians.

''Well if you think about it it makes sense. The iron lands don't have any wood. If we wanted to have wood we had to get it from somewhere. So doesn't it make sense to you, my friend, that we would go to great lengths to get said wood, huh?'' Euron knew he was going to die if he couldn't free himself from the chains. But he would screw the idiot in front of him.

''So basically you decided that it was perfectly okay to steal from my lands for centuries just because instead of paying you decided that stealing was okay. Just from that I have it clear. Guilty of the crime of theft and plunder, is there anyone who votes against it?'' I look at the other two judges who were looking at me hard.

''This man essentially just claimed that he came to our kingdom. He left with our wood. He built ships out of our wood. Did he pay for it? Did he pay for the service we were doing for him? No shit. So that's the only reason he's guilty as far as I'm concerned.'' The first judge was clear. That wood was his, so logically they should have paid for it.

''It's not just the fact that the wood belonged to us. It's what was done with it. How many raids have the ironborn carried out with wood that was Asgardian? How many ships have been created for the purpose of invading and destroying our realm? I also vote guilty for that reason.'' In the opinion of the second judge, the worst thing is what the wood was used for.

''Oh come on you little cunts. Don't be like that. We're just people who make a living. Not all of us can say that we're as lucky as a man who's been given a fucking god of shit and is therefore able to do almost impossible works in this fucking land of yours.'' Euron mocked what the judges and their trial were like.

''For the crime of theft you are found guilty. Now we move on to the next: assault on the lands of Asgard? According to your testimony since you turned seventeen you have been responsible for sixteen attacks on small Asgardian settlements on the coast. The men killed. The young men taken to be slaves in your mines. And the women made wives of salt.'' Yes. I had it all recorded and written down. Fuck the ironborn.

''Well we can't easily have the men of our kingdom working in the mines. You know we are real men not little pieces of shit. And as for women they only have one value and that is only to serve as good whores that warm our homes.'' Euron would have continued but then he shook from the pain that went through him fully.

''I'm tired of your vulgar comments that you use in an attempt to annoy and screw us over just to make yourself feel better. If you are unable to speak like a civilized person we will treat you like a fucking savage and I will make sure that your last moments are nothing short of memorable.'' He had had enough of this man's complete lack of respect for his people.

''Oh come on, we're all like that. A man can be perfectly married and yet he'll be abandoning his wife for the mouth or cunt of a good whore. Aren't you northerners just as wild as that, to enjoy what's limitless?'' Euron laughed before the pain returned. He didn't care. He was going to die anyway.

''For the crime of assault and slavery you are considered guilty. I will not be as kind as those southern assholes. They should have put your islands to the sword. I may not have the power to do it yet. But I'll be damned if I'm letting an iron cunt like you walk away from here alive.'' Gods he had the power but it was not yet time. The opportunity would come he knew it.

''I agree with my fellow Judge. You're basically guilty of not only murder. But assault. Kidnapping. And slavery. Of those crimes only one of them could get you prison time. All of them? I'll see your fucking head on a pike, iron slag.'' The second Judge was furious. How many innocent people suffered because of these ironborn morons?

''I myself condemn you as guilty of it. You are responsible for the deaths of gods know how many good men. For the enslavement of several young men we have been unable to save. And the enslavement and rape of several women. All because of your greed. For I say it is time one of the esteemed ironborn felt our pain.'' The third judge was not in the mood either.

''And what would it matter to me what you think? I'm going to die and that's it. You have no more power over me than to decide my death.'' Unlike the pious fools, he knew that beyond death he would only receive the punishment of his gods and he doubted that he would be punished.

''And finally: join a coalition to attack me. While I don't want to say that I am more important than every person in Asgard, I am the king. And that attack... was annoying. So for that I condemn you. The punishment... soul separation and introduction into the nightmare world so that for the next thousand years you feel nothing but misery, pain and suffering.'' Now Euron's gaze could be seen differently.

''Wait a damned moment. You can't do such a thing. You're not a god nor do you have the power of one. You can't seriously say that you can make my soul spend the next thousand years in suffering. You have no right.'' Euron was now seriously struggling against his chains to avoid punishment.

''You might be very surprised at what I am capable of and what I am not capable of doing... you should have thought about that before you piece of shit before planning all the shit you've done.'' With that he began to take out what was the artifact. One that he had once used against Rhaegar himself.

''Stop it damn you. You have no right. I have served the Drowned God all my life. I will only be judged by him and only he can hold me guilty of whatever crime he has in my name.'' Euron couldn't allow it in any way. He couldn't allow them to kill him and send his soul to who knows where. He wouldn't allow it.

''You tried to kill my brothers. You tried to kill my sisters in law. You tried to kidnap and torture my nephews and you thought I wouldn't have a worthy punishment for you? You piece of scum. This was always planned for you trash.'' With that, he opened the box so he could use his magic.

Black chains emerged from it. But when they reached Euron they didn't cut or hit him. They passed through him. Euron had a look of pure terror. Then with screams the chains began to pull back to drag his soul away. No matter what he tried. Before everyone's eyes they saw how the soul was taken from what was his body and into the box. And then the box closed.

''Burn the body. Scatter his ashes to the wind. May he never attain the eternal peace of the drowned god's death. Today the end of one of Asgard's adversaries has come. The next in his line to do such a thing will be put to the sword absolutely.'' With that he walked out of the chamber leaving the people to carry out his orders.

Harry decided he would hide his box back in his office while he thought carefully about how things had been and he was more than satisfied to be honest. Because it would mean less people doing stupid things while under his command which is saying something. He hoped word would get around of what he was capable of so people would understand not to mess with him.

Only the gods know whether people will be intelligent or stupid.

-Isengard-

-Office of the rector-

The University of Isengard was a center more wonderful than Jon could have ever dreamed of. And it was all thanks to his uncle. Essentially thanks to him they had their own center of knowledge where they would learn the knowledge of the world and thus be able to move further afield from now on.

Jon had arrived with a small escort. A raider had tried to get to him. It seemed that as his father had said, the reality was that there were some very stupid people who thought they could kidnap him. His uncle had been absolutely right when he said that someone inside Winterfell was offering confidential information. He felt no pity for what was going to happen to him for sure.

His black horse strode forward with poise and was dressed appropriately. For an eleven-year-old boy he looked good. He saw numerous children arriving who were also beginning their education like him. He was happy. But at the same time he looked at the ring with the sign of the wolf. The name of his house. Everyone in his family wore it. Although there were differences. His family's was winter blue. His uncle's was black. And his other uncles' were red and green.

His uncle had given him a seal that would mark him as the future leader of a new family branch. He didn't know exactly what would happen but his uncle had assured him that when the time came he would be Jon Stark the leader of his own family and that therefore he had to wear his own emblem with pride. His uncle had even told him that he would have his own sword when he reached his age.

When he was received it was not with high honors. In the words of his uncle in Isengard no one was superior to anyone else. They were all agents of education and only had to answer to the king of Asgard and his minister of education. It was in an attempt to prevent teachers from trying to be either dismissive or trying to pass off students. They all work and they all try hard.

Jon was told that he had to go see the chancellor. The chancellor was Zu hilang. A Yi Ti scholar who had received approval. According to his uncle he was a renowned magician with talent in illusions. A skilled and powerful man. The man was saved by his uncle because in his own words he was too useful and losing a magic user and scientist was a big no sir.

Zu quickly learned what he had to learn. He built or rather using his own system of power words he created his own runic style which according to his uncle he called Tao arts. The man was happy with the name. With that he created weapons or power devices that would allow him to fight against anyone. One day he had seen him fight a match against his uncle and it was impressive.

The man also treasured learning the applied branches of science and magic and was a skilled alchemist from what he knew. Being called filled him with dread. Seeing him dressed in a robe that bore his runes meant that he was protected from the cold. The man was reading what appeared to be a report of what was information from the school.

When he looked at him with his black eyes Jon didn't flinch. Showing fear or discomfort made people much more focused on you. The man closed the book before putting a guide in it and focused his eyes on it before pulling out what was an open letter. The man looked calm.

''Your father told me that I could expect much more from you than usual. We have only just begun to use Valyrian knowledge with what little the Targaryens had and was in possession of the citadel. The new books and much more your father has acquired on his journey to Valyria will be very beneficial and he wants you to lead that field of study.'' Zu was not stupid. He deduced that the boy had to have very strong Valyrian ancestry.

''I...would only be a first year student. How could father have so much faith in me?''. It was hard for him not to call him uncle. But for his uncle to have faith in him. Okay now he had the memories of that Valyrian sorcerer and everything but he thought that his uncle would expect less from him somehow.

''I suppose that's what happens when you have someone like Hariric Stark as a familiar. He's an interesting man. He sees in people their potential. Their abilities. And everything that can make them great. No doubt your lord father has seen that spark of potential in you.'' Zu couldn't say she blamed him. If Jon was anything like his brothers, he had great potential ahead of him.

''While I am honored by all the support my lord father gives me, I am only a young man of eleven. There are scholars and magic connoisseurs of older and stronger age such as yourself who might be able to understand and comprehend magic even better than I.'' Jon couldn't say he understood things completely.

''You're obviously just an eleven year old boy. You have a lot to learn and a lot to do. But if I had to guess I'd say your lord father can see in you what you can't see yourself…though the truth is I think he's doing this to put you in charge to help you with your own evolution.'' Cregan was doing his own studies doing enchanting and much more. As for Belladonna she had an interest in darker subjects.

''Thank you, Headmaster. Could I please go to my chambers now? If it's true that I'm going to be put in charge of what is the job of helping and leading Valyrian learning and research, I'm afraid I'll have to get down to planning.'' He didn't like it, but if his father thought he was more than capable, then he would do his best.

''I like seeing you have that attitude of having things straight. We could really use younger people with that much willpower if I'm being honest with you. With that said, let me be the one to tell you right now that there are a number of rules that must be followed above all else in this academy.'' Magicians had rules. They couldn't just let them go around doing their thing.

''I hope that said rules are in no way about me having to be a servant to people because I possess magic and I have to help. Even if it is true that I possess the gift of magic I have no intention of being a servant to any person.'' He said this mostly because his uncle told him on more than one occasion that people expected such things from magicians.

''No. While it's expected that you're not doing magic to solve problems we expect you not to use it to get others into trouble. Magic is a gift and I have ways of knowing the truth in a situation. If anyone tries to get you to do magic for their benefit I'll be angry. But if you use it to impress or scare you'll be out of here very quickly, are we clear?'' He couldn't allow trouble at his University.

''I have no intention of starting any trouble as long as people aren't stupid and make me start anything. I'll use magic to defend myself if necessary. For everything else I swear I won't use it to make anyone look bad or be presumptuous.'' Magic is a responsibility as his uncle told him and using it in such a way could blow up in your face.

''Alright. So you can leave here now and go to your quarters. You'll be given an address. Don't worry. You're not separated or anything. The first years are all together in the same wing. They go up in rank little by little until they finally reach seventh year.'' With that Zu dismissed the boy.

As he watched the young Stark leave he considered himself a good judge of character. Young Jon had a strong will of steel and obviously had rules to follow that he kept no matter what. So in his opinion things would work out just fine for the young Stark here. Though just in case he would keep a watchful eye on him. Not because he was a danger. But because of the idiots who might cause trouble.

-First year quarters-

Isengard was built to be an efficient castle. It was a small town. Most of its income for teachers and much more came not only from the production of the drugs that Asgard sold everywhere but also from mining the mountains that surrounded them that had an abundance of silver.

Isengard was meant to be the number one institution for education so they had numerous subjects. Every day they had one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon of well-structured physical training. But in addition to that from eight to one they had classes of different kinds. And from three to six they had two classes as well. In short, learning was hard work.

Anyone who applied to learn a trade learned basic lessons such as the ability to use letters and numbers on a daily basis. Depending on the trade, you would learn one kind or another. For example, a blacksmith would learn metallurgy and everything that blacksmithing entails. Healers would learn their different fields. Engineers and architects would learn the same.

If you were like Jon, a noble, you were in a mix of classes. In the words of your uncle, as a lord, a lot was expected of you. A lord could take away classes. But the fewer classes you had, the less likely you were to be considered for the position of heir. If two or more potential heirs had the same number of classes, let's say they were forced to go back and take more classes to see who was better suited.

As a future landowner, Jon had acquired all the necessary classes in administration. Politics. And also military lessons. He considered that a responsibility for him more than anything because as a future lord he knew that if he didn't make a good image he would be screwed. That and also to be honest he liked a challenge.

He arrived at his room, which included two closets. In these closets he found several letters. On one hand, he was informed of the required clothing he had to wear for both exercises and class. He was informed that he was responsible for their care and maintenance. And most importantly, he was informed that he would be charged if he damaged them and that he would lose points if he did not present himself properly.

He was pleased to see that he was presented with books for his subjects. Each and every one of them meant he was more than ready. He was given a set of pens. The first batch of ink was free. The next batch he would have to pay for somehow.

The good news was that you could do jobs at Isengard such as Botany, Animal Care or Postman. If there was anything else you would have to discuss it with the faculty. If you had the knowledge for it you could apply as a tutor who could be hired by other students as long as you had the grades and skills for it.

The last letter informed him that due to his status as a researcher and teacher of Valyrian arts he would be paid a certain amount of silver. Less than a professor, but enough. This was good. He was also told that magic classes for Valyrians were already being prepared so he better be ready for it.

Jon saw that he was apparently expected to do some explaining and help and assist the Department of Mysteries and Lore in order to be able to use magic. In return he would be paid for it as it was not his job to do such a thing. Jon sighed thinking that he was going to have a lot more work ahead of him which was a great pain but he accepted it.

As Jon was thinking about his things his door opened. Highly motivated by training he pulled out his set of twin daggers and stood on guard. Imagine his surprise when his brothers were there dressed in casual clothes. He sighed as he put his brothers away. He would never stop calling them brothers even if they were cousins.

''Well Jon we wanted to welcome you to Isengard. You are the first of our family to set foot in this institution after us. After we are gone others will come and I look forward to what else will happen in the world we will create.'' Cregan smiled as he sat up in bed. They were comfortable beds. But thanks to runic enchantments they had an alarm, thank goodness. Being late to class was a great lord.

''Thank you for welcoming me. And I have much to look forward to. Father decided that I should be in charge of research into Valyrian magic. There are so many magical applications to it, and it's most annoying how much work I'm going to have ahead of me.'' Jon almost groaned. But he was a man. Men don't moan or complain about too much work.

''Well little brother, it was to be expected. If what father told us is true, you basically have an encyclopedia of the different magical applications and powers of the Valyrians. Not only are you the best at unraveling their powers but also at showing their positive advantages.'' Belladonna leaned against the wall as she looked at her sweet little brother.

''Father, shall I inform you of what happened in Valyria? I would have thought he would have preferred to keep it a secret, fearing the potential reactions to having the knowledge of the greatest empire to date in my head.'' Jon didn't understand his uncle at this point. Belladonna just raised an eyebrow while Cregan sighed.

''You can stop calling him father if you want. We can see how much it's bothering you. He told us the truth in so many words and we know you're still upset with him. You'll never stop being our little brother but if you feel wronged calling him our father like this we won't hold it against you.'' They couldn't hold it against him. Jon had every right to be angry.

''Did he tell you about it too?'' Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing. Although it might make a lot of sense if you stopped to think about it with the guy wanting to keep his older children informed.

''We had our suspicions. Father has never been one to touch another woman without our mothers present. And he wouldn't be so stupid as to leave a pregnant woman in a war that went so fucking fast. When he told us you were a little upset we deduced it had to do with your parentage and once we confronted him he told us the truth.'' Belladonna just shrugged. It wasn't that big of a mystery.

''...I guess then your suspicions that there are those who may be after my head and suspect me are quite accurate if a couple of teenagers knew the truth just by making a couple of observations.'' He was talking about how stupid the others were for not understanding his uncle and at the same time he spoke highly of his cousins' abilities.

''I don't know if we can talk about Southern idiots but we can say that we have the benefit of knowing our father and knowing about him. It doesn't help that even though he treats you like his son he doesn't hide the fact that there are other people who are interested in you and well the fact that he kept a very close eye on the people who got close to you.'' Cregan only commented on what he felt was a reality.

''By the old gods you'll make an excellent king if your observation skills are that damn good. Well I guess when we're together I'll call him uncle. In the meantime I'll call him father in front of anyone else.'' It was the best course of action. Besides, to Hariric Stark he would always be a thousand times better father than Rhaegar Targaryen.

''It's also a good course of action. Even today there are still plenty of fools who despise Valyrian blood. It's only the father's support and absolute dominance that makes no one turn against the Valyrians living in Asgard fearing retaliation from him.'' The amount of fools she heard was too great and Belladonna felt that they were sore losers.

''Don't you think the same? Since the beginning of the Targaryen reign the Targaryens have abused in many ways and have been responsible for much of the damage our house has suffered. I know it's wrong to think about it but I would have thought you would be against House Targaryen in some way at least.'' Being accepted by his siblings was a true gift.

''I think you're taking it out of context little brother. While we hate the Targaryen people that's because of their damn delusions of grandeur as they were racist and much more. You are nothing like them. If anything you are like us. The benefit of uniting two or more bloodlines. You are that special if you ask me.'' From Cregan's point of view his little brother was special not a burden.

''I...thank you. On to less intense topics, is there anything you can tell me about Isengard? Any warnings I should be aware of or anything you think I should know that might benefit me?'' Jon felt so warm to his brothers taking an interest in his future benefit. It was a most pleasant emotion in his opinion.

''Unfortunately, despite Father's attempts, there are still attempts to determine who is the best dog. I wouldn't be surprised if some moron tried in your year. Don't think about it for a second. If they try to threaten you, put them in their place. You're a Stark so the only thing that matters is reminding others of their place.'' Belladonna knew that didn't happen because they were the king's children. But they had seen it in other years.

''If someone threatens you, be direct, effective and brutal. You cannot allow anyone to threaten you and get away with it. You must also be as quiet as possible. Use cunning, not just brute force. Intelligence is more important than just hitting something.'' Cregan had given this advice many times.

''And lastly, don't expect to accept an insult with the other cheek. If they offend you, you hit back. Tolerating that attitude will only make them more emboldened in the future. They must know that screwing you will be dangerous for them. And in the future, much worse.'' If people thought they could disrespect them, they would do it more often. They couldn't allow it.

Jon took note of the advice and much more. Cregan and Belladonna told him about the different teachers. What could be expected of them. The requests and much more. In Jon's honest opinion he thought that the two of them knew much better than anyone else about the subject at hand and how impactful it could be to his studies.

Cregan reasoned that this was the best they could do for his little brother. Some would argue that it was too little but as their father had explained at the time, simply telling them how to solve their problems was idiotic and pointless. You either learn to swim or you drown and Cregan was a firm believer in that. Comfort only made you drown in any case.

Cregan also felt that it was the best thing he could do for his brother knowing that he had to understand that the world was far from kind and that the best thing he could do in this case was to simply be smart about it and move with precision from now on. Being a lord meant a lot of benefits. It came with a lot of burdens that if you weren't careful you would be crushed without a doubt.

Belladonna looked at her little brother. Jon was now and forever her little brother no matter what the blood or whatever said. But at the same time she thought about her little brother she also realized that she would be in a less than advantageous position. She was sure that despite having the Stark name there would be those who would think they could just insult him. She couldn't let that just come out. He would have to answer.

She could tell and in fact she knew that there was a chance that those who wished to harm her would try to get here. She would put her protective studies into further action. No one would lay a finger or anything on any student. If in the process she could protect her brother then all the better if she was honest.

-Essos. Myr-

Harry was looking at Myr not from a ship but from outside at a safe distance. The free city had hired three free companies of mercenaries that in total numbered about thirty thousand men. They were all there to ensure the protection of the city from the very real threat of the Starks retaliating.

Thanks to his magic he had unloaded the troops so that he could launch an all-out attack on the city. A legion of twenty thousand men. It turned out that it was a good plan because one of the companies was five thousand infantrymen and two thousand cavalrymen. That was without counting other backup forces. It was not a bad number. Although it was a joke for him.

His troops were preparing. His cavalry had been ordered to crush and destroy. He had been confirmed to have a Khalassar of thirty thousand Dothraki approaching. The cavalry's job would be to deal with them. The archers would be backing them up. The infantry would be like a tide of death. And he didn't have to worry about what the closed gates were.

Next to him were his wives who were naturally bloodthirsty at the audacity of the Myrish people to think they could just attack them and get away with it. From their point of view if an enemy wasn't afraid to attack them it meant they didn't respect them enough and thought they would safely get away with it.

The movement of the troops was confirmed. His ten thousand infantry were dressed in their armor and with their shields and spears more than ready. On the other hand, the cavalry was looking at their monstrous horses. The five thousand cavalry were armed to the teeth. Their spears were made to pierce. Their horses were big and strong. The threat of the Dothrakis would be dealt with by them.

Half of the archers would be dedicated to bombarding the Dothraki. Advantages in their favor that the horse raiders were not armored. On the other hand, the other half would be launching their arrows to finish off and destroy the mercenary forces. Today they were going to completely destroy the dream that anyone could oppose them.

Meanwhile Hariric was watching through the scouts for information on what the magisters were. It turns out that many were worried about what the threat of Asgard was, fearing that they would retaliate and said to leave Myr before shit fell on them. Harry scoffed. As if he intended to let them go after his plans.

''Things in Myr are heating up very seriously. Order the fleet to attack the entire port. We will destroy Myr Harbor and annihilate any dreams they have of escaping by sea. It is about time they reap what they sow in a sensible way.'' Harry looked at his information agent who immediately pulled out a mirror.

''Commander, the strength of the Dothraki is in their numbers and bombardment with arrows from horseback. Please be kind enough to make them understand how wrong they are and that it is time for them to understand that they should not mess with the true strength of this world.'' The cavalry commander stood there dressed in his black and red armor and nodded.

''Captain, your priority is to bombard them with arrows. Because they will be mounted and unarmored they will move very quickly. With your better bows this will mean you have a better chance of correcting them with arrows. However, your priority will be to bash everything that gets through our cavalry wall. Kill them all. Let the khalassar of the future know the mistake of thinking they can screw us.'' His order was direct.

''And Commander, you will have the most difficult task. There are fifteen thousand soldiers, not counting the few cavalry they bring with them. Ruin them all before they even dream of screwing us. Do them a favor and make sure they understand that they will never screw us again.'' The infantry had been ordered to put to the sword not only the city guard but the opposing infantrymen.

With his orders given he stood alone while his wives readied their weapons. Ashara had her spear. Elia had her whip sword. And Shelia had her bow. Each of them was more than interested in getting the pound of flesh they thought they deserved for the fact that their enemies dared to screw with them.

''This situation could have been avoided if these damn morons didn't want to fuck with us love. And if you're thinking that we're somehow outmatched you have nothing to worry about. You didn't think we wouldn't notice the runes on the cavalry's weapons did you?'' Ashara laughed. As of today only one legion was armed with runes. In the future that would be greater.

''My only regret is not having the dust ready for military application. It would give us a significant advantage in the military sense and that would mean in a nutshell that we would be able to ruin and destroy our enemies with minimal casualties to our forces.'' He did not like losing soldiers. But that was what was going to happen today.

''You will have it soon and Asgard's military hegemony will be absolute. We've seen what you've been working on for the last few years Harry. And you were right. Mineralogy was the key and the Valyrians' understanding of magical energy storage was the key to making this work.'' It turns out it was all a difficult job but Elia saw the bright future of Asgard.

''I can honestly see the problems and shit storms this is going to raise but I'm even more determined to do it because if I'm honest although the use of swords and guns is fine for hand to hand combat improving them and making them more powerful would be significant and advantageous for all of us.'' Although he hated the Valyrians Harry admitted that they had the key piece to justify their work.

''Do you realize that once your new inventions and work are seen, the situation in Asgard will change radically? With magic more free than ever, things will point to many being anxious. Ashai must be taken care of now. If they see us growing more, they could do anything.'' Shelia decided to argue the intelligent use of military strategy in this field.

''The chances of Ashai leaving us alone were already low. Just this new piece on our side makes us fearsome enough for them to decide to intervene in our lives. It was never my intention to just leave them. But if the place is this crowded I wanted to have a military advantage when we fell upon them.'' Say what you will but he was only thinking of what was best for his people.

''Ashai is a powerhouse in its own right due to its use of blood-bound magic. If I had to bet I'd say we'd have to seriously bomb those people for us to be able to militarily ruin them in any way. This is going to take effort. That's why your inventions using Dust have to be kept a secret, husband.'' I'd give it another five years before they were ready.

''It just makes my blood boil to think that they're running free while Jon nearly becomes that thing's fucking slave. There's nothing I want more than to tear them to pieces for their sheer fucking audacity. The longer we wait the more plans they'll make. I'll at least deploy the wolf units so I can deal with this fully.'' The wolf units would do their job and hunt them all down.

''It's a good plan and at the same time it would give you a great strategic advantage against our enemies. But let's focus on Myr. When we do this safely Lys and Tyrosh will move. After your last action I'm safe in saying that Volantis will stay perfectly still.'' Elia only knew that the war would be far from staying away from her home.

''That's why I intend to keep a full legion here as well as move some of the newly recruited Wyvern hunters here. Also, although we won't have the cannons, we can use ballistae and catapults to fire the winterfire projectiles.'' Harry knew that the moment they started dealing with their enemies, they wouldn't leave them alone.

''It's not a bad plan. We could also contact the Force of the Rose. They are former northerners. I think they'll be happy to know that we've separated ourselves from what was once that Valyrian rabble and at the same time we could hire them to reinforce the numbers. Having the numbers will give us a significant advantage.'' It was a good plan in Shelia's mind and an advantage they could exploit.

''I'll leave that with you. The Rose Company had people from ancient houses of Asgard and while I know they might take it the wrong way that their ancestral homes no longer exist I hope they at least don't take it as wrong as I know they might.'' Shelia was the spy chief. Tracking them down would be child's play for her and so she would be able to sort out the mess more easily.

''Besides the company of the rose, we should think about finding more people to reinforce the city. Once we get rid of the magisters, we will have to ensure the constant work of their slaves, only now they will be paid. Have you come up with any plan in this regard?'' Ashara wanted the project to succeed after all.

''The city will be the only producer of Glass in the world once again. While it may seem like an exaggeration, the reality is that since we ourselves will be the only producers of Dust, it's not a very negative loss that we're going to suffer if I'm honest.'' In addition to that, he intended to make Jon the producer of some first-rate products.

''Not a bad plan. But we still have to think about Lys. Tyrosh will probably go mad but they are tractable once they see their money being lost to the mercenary companies. They will probably turn to the Dothraki. The ones I am worried about are the Lysians because they might resort to a poison war.'' Elia, being the Dornish woman she was, knew how to see a problem when she saw one.

''Perhaps I should plant one of my guard trees. Shelia, how long do you estimate we'll have before Lys and Tyrosh find out we've actually taken Myr if we do this smartly?'' By smartly he obviously meant eliminating any potential spies and informers who would think they could benefit.

''At best? A month. Maybe two if we're lucky. Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys are almost constantly in a continuous war. They're a steady source of income for the mercenary companies due to the fact that in short they're fighting so much it's no fun.'' Shelia only made a somewhat accurate comment. It could be more or less time even.

''We'll do this quickly. Today we'll clean up. The cavalry will crush the Dothraki. Their women and children will be driven away. We have no slaves. On the other hand, the magisters and their families will be locked up and tried until Lys finds out we're here. That's all we have to do.'' It would be a quick and precise move. He didn't want to waste time on this.

It was his final decision. He wasn't going to risk having those people here. Plus the magisters had attacked him. In short, they could consider themselves lucky if they stayed alive long enough. What he did know was that they were going to lose everything. They attacked him and thought they could just leave without any problem? Ha. This is war.

Ashara agreed with her husband that the Magisters were enemies. If they were just let loose they would try again at some point. Whether it was nice or not they would get rid of them. Also considering that she herself was a target and her children would have been as well it took away any positive streak from their lives.

Elia was even simpler: they were attacked. It was that simple from her point of view. Was she supposed to feel sympathy for enemies who wanted them dead? She was certainly no saint so excuse her if she thought it was better for her to do this job. At the same time if she was sincere this would take the pressure off her family and everyone would be better off.

Shelia didn't think much of it. By doing this they would send a message to what was Essos that they had the military power to defend one of their cities and the ability to move quickly across the terrain thus being able to strike them effectively. She was sure that would be enough.

-Time Skip (several hours later)-

The battle, if it could be called that, had ended almost explosively. The Dothraki had launched themselves at the cavalry and had fallen. The spears and heavy cavalry crushed them. That was without counting the rain of arrows from the archers' elevated position. They practically finished off all the fighters, leaving no one alive.

Not that Hariric could say he blamed his soldiers. The Dothraki had no love for anyone and were more beasts than men even in their own minds. So if something like that happened to them it was understandable. He felt sorry for the women and children who would now depend on themselves to survive but this is life and sometimes you get screwed if you don't watch out.

As it happened, the mercenary bands brought out all their people with the intention of crushing his ten thousand infantrymen. Didn't the people learn anything? There was a reason why a firm wall of shields and strong spears could cut through hell, damn it. So it was with little pleasure that he saw the mercenaries being mercilessly annihilated.

The archers who were also fighting there demonstrated their martial skill and marksmanship. While the infantry held their position, rain after rain of arrows fell upon their enemies, cutting them down from a distance. It wasn't a fight. It was a literal and complete massacre. And honestly, Harry couldn't care less.

Without wasting any time he knocked down the doors and found himself facing the guard's shield wall. Unfortunately for them it wasn't his foot soldiers they were facing but himself. Using his sword once again as a focus he used explosions to shake them off. Ashara cut through them mercilessly. And well facing Elia was foolish because with her whip she cut them down when she caught them. Shelia showed her skill as a sniper as well.

After finishing and completely removing the headache from the city guard he could see the port whose ships were burned courtesy of the fleet's ranged attacks. That was good tactical use. After all they couldn't allow any ships to leave.

The soldiers were deployed to round up the slaves and the non-slaves. It was very easy. Thanks to their cursed ways the slaves had marks on them. Tattoos. After that rounding up the people was simple and it was put to the non-slaves who were mostly either merchants or were in other kinds of businesses like fishermen.

He was now placed in the guild hall. The place where the great magisters met to decide the future of the city. And in front of him was each one of them. Bound with chains and on their knees. Some looked at him with fear. But there were others who had nothing but hatred in their gazes. Not that it mattered much in his mind.

He sat calmly in a chair while his wives had removed their armour, revealing their excellent, toned bodies. Harry wondered if they were trying to tempt him further to see if he could have more children. Not that he would say no to children but by the gods his wives could make things very clear.

With a gentle movement he opened the door with his magic and the Admiral of the fleet entered. The man carried with him several documents that made Harry only raise his eyebrows as he began to read. What he read put him in a bad mood. He passed it to his wives to look at and then he faced those in charge.

''You've got to be a special kind of idiot to think you could assemble the largest pirate fleet. Launch it at me and just walk away. But more importantly, send the wildlings after my family. Oh yes. You've done what I never thought possible by making me even angrier if possible.'' In Harry's opinion, these people deserved a little humility for being such fucking idiots.

''You won't get away with this, you fucking pig. It doesn't matter if you kill us here. People will know what happened. And then you'll have to deal with the people who will be sent to kill you. You can't expect to attack a free city and get away with it.'' The strongest of the magisters and main ringleader sneered. The only reason everything went wrong was because they were caught off guard.

''Know? Know what? You basically attacked me. You ruined any chance of a political alliance between Myr and Asgard and on top of that you tried to kill me, my wives and possibly my children. Such a thing cannot be forgiven. So I will simply kill your families and yourselves.'' It was a very simple matter in his mind.

The magisters couldn't believe it. They didn't think Stark had the courage to do such a thing. Would he really kill their families down to the last member? That was savagery. It's funny how they didn't think the same about doing that to himself as they had been planning to do to their own family anyway.

''Did you really think it would be that simple? That you could just try and kill me and I wouldn't get mad? Or maybe you thought you could just try and kill the people in my life and I'd just take it? What pieces of trash you are anyway, huh?'' In Harry's opinion, if someone tries to screw you over, you hit them back.

''Wait...we surrender. We will be faithful servants of House Stark. We will never do something like this again.'' The magisters began to fight over trying to get out of the mess they had gotten themselves into. Unfortunately for them, it was not such a simple matter.

''I'm not in the mood. You'll all die. Maybe this will make more people think twice about even thinking they can come and screw me and my family. I didn't do anything to you for your attempts at sabotage. But a direct attack couldn't just be left alone.'' It was a simple enough matter if you stopped to think about it. Being attacked he had no choice but to do it this way.

With a gesture they all were led away. Lord Manderly's second son stood there quietly awaiting orders. The man was obviously in a good mood. He had just taken away what was a serious problem in the form of those who might think of attacking the affairs of his city again.

''Admiral, I want you to begin construction of defensive positions from which to place ballistae and catapults both in the harbor and on the city walls. We are going to make this city truly impregnable.'' He would not allow the place that would be Jon's future home to be weak in any way.

''Of course my lord. What will become of the wealth of the city lords? Even if they were having a hard time thanks to their loss of business, they still maintained a fairly healthy source of business and it is a lot of gold that we could use to benefit ourselves.'' The admiral was pleased with his king. He was a great king who always thought about what would happen to his people.

''I haven't decided. But we'll see. Get things ready. I want this city to become impregnable... I present to you all the beginning of a new city under the rule of Asgard.'' The decision was made.

And now he had to think about how to strike back at those who had collaborated with Myr to attack them.