Chapter 226: Daznak’s Pit – Part 2

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Daznak’s Pit – Part 2

Daenerys stared at the corpses Jacob had just killed with lightning, her eyes wide with shock. She turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just what kind of creature are you?"

Jacob’s eyes met hers. "I’m a dragon."

Daenerys frowned but didn’t think too much about it. She, too, called herself a dragon—she assumed it was merely a title.

Another group of Sons of the Harpy came charging at them. They screamed battle cries in Meereenese Valyrian, their weapons raised.

Jacob smirked. "You guys are brave. I’ll give you that." He drew his sword. "Or just stupid."

He waved his sword using his wind element, and a cyan wind slash flew from the blade, decapitating five men at once. He waved a few more times, sending a wind slash each time, killing groups of them until all forty charging Sons of the Harpy lay dead.

But another wave was already coming, throwing their spears at him.

Jacob waved his hand using his telekinesis, and the spears reversed course, killing the men who had thrown them.

The Sons of the Harpy didn’t stop. They kept charging at him despite seeing his powers, their devotion to their cause overriding their survival instinct.

Jacob saw Malia behind them and ignored them entirely. He sheathed his sword and turned to Daenerys. "These guys really hate you. They don’t even care about their lives."

Daenerys saw the charging Sons of the Harpy behind Jacob and panicked. "They’re still coming! K-kill them!"

Jacob’s voice was calm. "Don’t worry. Look behind them."

Daenerys looked and saw a woman wearing clothes like Jacob’s, tearing through the Sons of the Harpy with brutal efficiency. Her claws ripped through flesh and bone, and lightning crackled around her hands, arcing between her victims.

Daenerys’s eyes widened. "Who is that woman? She has powers like yours."

Jacob smiled. "That’s your sister. Malia."

Daenerys frowned. "My sister?"

Jacob said, "She’s my wife."

Daenerys stared at Malia in shock as she tore through the Sons of the Harpy with ease, killing a man with each slash of her claws and using the Firaga spell to incinerate dozens at once. Daenerys grew anxious and insecure seeing Malia’s powers.

Jacob felt her anxiety and hugged her, whispering in her ear. "Don’t worry. I’ll make you strong too."

Daenerys turned to him, her voice hopeful. "Will I have powers like hers?"

Jacob nodded. "Yes."

Daenerys realized she was being hugged, her face too close to his, and started blushing again. Her heart began beating like crazy, and she thought, ’Damn it. What is happening to me around this man? And what’s with all the obscene thoughts I get every time I look at his stupid, handsome face?’

She began pushing him to release her, but he leaned in and kissed her on the lips, making her mind go blank. She returned his kiss without thinking.

They didn’t stop until Malia stood beside them, smirking. "Hey, perverts."

Daenerys came back to her senses and pushed Jacob away, looking at Malia with embarrassment.

Jacob smiled at Malia. "Are you done having fun?"

Malia shook her head. "No. I just wanted to meet my new sister before I continued killing the masked idiots."

She offered her hand to Daenerys. "Hi. I’m Malia."

Daenerys hesitated for a second, then shook her hand. "I’m Daenerys. Nice to meet you."

Malia’s smile was genuine. "Okay, we’ll get to know each other later. I want to go have fun now." She gave Daenerys an amused look. "Your wyvern is dying, so if you’re done sucking on Jay’s lips, you might want to ask him to heal it."

She ran off after the Sons of the Harpy, lightning crackling around her hands.

Daenerys remembered Drogon and panicked. She caught Jacob’s hand. "Please heal Drogon!"

Jacob’s voice was reassuring. "Don’t worry. He’ll be fine."

They walked to Drogon, who was now laying on the ground unable to move, his massive body riddled with spears. Blood pooled beneath him, and his breathing was labored.

Jacob waved his hand, and all the spears on Drogon’s body were removed, falling to the ground with a clatter. He waved his hand again, and a white light shot from his palm, enveloping Drogon’s entire body.

Seconds later, the light dissipated, and Drogon stood up completely healed. He roared—a sound of renewed strength—he looked at Daenerys for a few seconds. Then he turned to Jacob and eyed him warily, then turned to fly away.

Jacob said, "Hold on a second. Where do you think you’re going?"

He waved his hand, and Drogon was frozen in place by his telekinesis.

Daenerys’s voice was sharp. "What are you doing?"

Jacob’s expression was serious. "I want to make a contract with him."

Daenerys frowned. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Jacob explained. "It will make him loyal to me and my family. That means you too. But most importantly, it will make him grow strong."

Daenerys’s eyes narrowed. "Dragons aren’t slaves."

Jacob’s voice was calm but firm. "Didn’t you hear me? I want to make him strong. Stronger than all his ancestors. But he has to be loyal to me and my family. This way, he can roam free, and we don’t have to worry about him killing people without our permission or him escaping." He looked at her. "And I know this may hurt, but if you don’t think dragons are slaves, then why did you chain his siblings in the Great Pyramid?"

Daenerys sighed, her eyes filling with pain. "I consider the three of them my children. But Drogon killed a little girl and fled into the wild. I realized they were growing too large and too dangerous to roam freely, so I made the choice to chain up my remaining two children to protect my citizens." Her voice cracked, tears welling. "That decision broke my heart. Rhaegal and Viserion hate me now."

Jacob hugged her. "If I make a contract with them, they can roam free and we don’t have to worry about them hurting people. And they can live safely in our home—Serendell."

Daenerys’s voice was doubtful. "Why would your home be dangerous for them?"

Jacob said, "Because of Kisarax. Let’s just say she has some dark cravings. If your children don’t have a bond with me, she might eat them when I’m not around."

Daenerys frowned, confused.

Jacob said, "You’ll see her later. Now, let me make the contract with Drogon."

He walked to Drogon and stood in front of his head, looking him in the eyes.

Drogon, still frozen in place, let out an angry growl.

Jacob’s eyes glowed red, and he released a fraction of his dragon aura—enough to scare Drogon.

Drogon felt deep primal fear from the depths of his soul. He didn’t dare meet Jacob’s eyes.

Jacob stepped forward and released Drogon from his telekinesis. Drogon didn’t flee.

Jacob placed his palm flat against Drogon’s snout, making him flinch, and spoke in High Valyrian.

"Dohaerās, Drogon," he said with absolute authority. "Dohaerās naejot nyke."

(Serve, Drogon. Serve me.)

Drogon let out a soft growl and lay submissively in front of Jacob.

Jacob reached out to the system. ’System, help me make a contract with Drogon.’

A tattoo appeared on the palm of his right hand, glowing faintly red. He pressed his hand against Drogon’s forehead.

A red light spread from his palm and covered Drogon’s entire head before disappearing. A screen appeared before Jacob’s eyes.

[Contract Successful. Drogon is now loyal to you, your wives, and people who share your soul bond. He will also grow stronger as you grow stronger, Host.]

Jacob smiled. "Nice."

He took some Sker buffalo meat from his pocket dimension and threw it to Drogon. "Eat that, and go take your revenge on the masked men for hurting you."

Drogon took a bite, and his eyes lit up. He devoured the rest of the meat before rubbing his head against Jacob affectionately. Then he took to the sky, burning and killing the Sons of the Harpy with renewed fury.

Daenerys stood next to Jacob. "You speak High Valyrian."

Jacob nodded. "Yes."

He looked at her and showed her his palm, where the red tattoo still glowed. "Drop your blood here."

Daenerys frowned. "What for? Do you want to make a contract with me too and turn me into your mindless slave?"

Jacob shook his head firmly. "No. This will make us linked together. Neither of us can harm each other for the rest of our lives. You will not become mindless or my slave. You will be my partner for life."

Daenerys’s voice was skeptical. "How can I be sure you’re not lying to me?"

Jacob’s voice was patient. "You can’t. But you know I can force you if I want. I can just wound you and drip your blood on my palm. But I won’t. This is not to make you my slave—this is to make you my wife. You have to trust me."

Daenerys’s voice was challenging. "What if I say no? Will you really leave and not force me?"

Jacob nodded. "Yes." He smirked. "But do you really want me to leave? Can you bear not seeing my handsome face ever again?"

Daenerys snorted, but she couldn’t hide her smile. She looked around the arena.

She saw Stiles and Cogman chasing and killing the Sons of the Harpy with ease, while the masked men ran from them screaming in terror.

She saw Malia using lightning, wind, and fire to destroy the Sons of the Harpy casually, a smile on her face.

She saw Scott with glowing red eyes, protecting Missandei and Tyrion. Every time he punched a Son of the Harpy, the man flew several meters through the air and hit the edge of the arena, not getting up again.

She turned her gaze to Drogon. His flames burned hotter than ever, and his strength was clearly heightened. He burned the spears thrown at him in the air before they could reach him.

She sighed and looked at Jacob. "Fine. I will trust you. But if I find out you lied to me, I would rather die than live as a slave."

Jacob smiled. "Give me your hand."

Daenerys gave him her hand, and he made a small cut with his claw on her finger. "Now, drip your blood on the tattoo."

She let her blood fall onto the symbol. The tattoo glowed with a bright, vivid light, then slowly faded until it vanished entirely.

Both of them closed their eyes as the system sealed their bond. In Jacob’s mind, a screen materialized:

[Contract Successful. Congratulations, Host. You are now married to Daenerys Targaryen. The two of you are bound for life. You cannot betray one another, and her mind is protected from being read by any other creature. You can communicate with her telepathically, and you will sense when she is in danger.]

Jacob opened his eyes and looked at Daenerys, who was still processing the connection with her eyes shut.

Then he heard Allison’s voice in his mind. [It didn’t take you too much time, you pervert.]

Jacob replied telepathically. [You’ll always be my first woman, the most beautiful, and my favorite.]

Allison’s voice was amused. [I want you to tell me that in front of Lydia and the others.]

Jacob’s reply was quick. [Are you crazy? Do you want to get me killed? Sure, I can tell them you’re my first woman, but I can’t tell them you’re the most beautiful and the one I love most. That will hurt their feelings.]

Allison’s voice softened. [Alright, alright. We’ll talk when you get back.]

Lydia’s voice spoke to him next. [So, when are we going to meet our new sister?]

Jacob replied. [As soon as she’s ready.]

Sansa and Melissa didn’t contact him, which was to his liking. He didn’t contact them either.

Daenerys opened her eyes and sighed in relief.

"So, did I lie to you?" Jacob asked.

"No," Daenerys said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Now we are husband and wife for life, and we cannot betray or harm one another." She looked at Malia. "And I also feel a connection to her and four others."

Jacob spoke to her telepathically. [You can also talk to me and my other wives in our heads and share memories with us, no matter how far we are. Try it.]

Daenerys focused and managed to send her thought to Jacob. [Can you hear me?]

Jacob replied. [Yes.]

He smirked and sent her a memory of him standing naked in front of a mirror.

Daenerys’s eyes went wide. She quickly closed them and focused on the memory Jacob had shown her. After a while, she smiled and sent him a memory of her also standing naked in front of a mirror.

Jacob was surprised. After looking at the memory for a few seconds, he hugged Daenerys, whispering in her ear. "I thought you would be shy after seeing the memory I sent you, but you’re a pervert like me, which is to my liking. How about we leave Malia and the others to take care of things here and go consummate our marriage?"

Daenerys gave him a kiss and said, "Not yet. I want to get to know you better, and I also want to meet your other wives first."

Jacob nodded. "Okay. I can wait a few days."

He released her from his hug and looked at the chaos in the arena. Then he saw something unusual—the blood from the dead Sons of the Harpy was moving, gathering in the preparation area behind the scenes.

Jacob used his x-ray vision and saw ten people in red robes gathered around a circular red glowing symbol on the ground, chanting. The blood from the dead Sons of the Harpy moved toward them and was sucked into the symbol.

Jacob didn’t stop them. He smirked. "This is going to be fun."

Daenerys’s brow furrowed. "What’s going to be fun?"

Jacob’s voice was calm. "The red priests are here, and they’re using the blood of the dead Sons of the Harpy to summon something."

Daenerys’s voice was sharp. "Then stop them! Don’t let them summon whatever they want to summon!"

Jacob shook his head. "No. I want to fight whatever they’re summoning. That’s why I let R’hllor live—to send me something to play with from time to time." He smiled. "Besides, you’ll get to see what your husband truly is."

Just then, Scott approached them with Missandei and Tyrion.

Daenerys caught Missandei’s hand. "Are you okay?"

Missandei smiled. "Yes." She looked at Scott. "He protected me."

Daenerys looked at Scott, then turned to Jacob.

Jacob smirked. "He’s my son, Scott."

Scott growled. "Hey, I’m not your son!" He turned to Daenerys. "Nice to meet you."

Daenerys nodded. "I’m Daenerys. Nice to meet you too." She tilted her head. "Why did he call you his son?"

Scott let out a snort. "Because he’s a scumbag who doesn’t care about friendship and went and married my mom."

Tyrion stepped forward looking at Jacob. "Excuse me, Your Grace."

Jacob looked at him. "What?"

Tyrion’s voice was careful. "You’ve made your point. Can you order your people to stop the killing?"

Jacob’s voice was cold. "You want me to spare the lives of the slavers who are slaughtering people and tried to kill my wife?" He pointed at the stands, where many people had been killed by the Sons of the Harpy. "Look at the stands. Look at what they did to people."

Tyrion said, "You and your people have already killed enough of them. Make them surrender. Show some mercy."

Jacob’s voice hardened. "They should have thought of mercy before they tried to kill Dany. It’s too late now. I will not stop until every last one of them is dead. You may call it cruelty—I call it consequence."

A faint smile tugged at Daenerys’s lips. She was pleased by Jacob’s words—and she had no concern for the fates of those who tried to kill her.

Tyrion opened his mouth to respond, but Scott cut him off. "Jacob doesn’t like it when someone attacks his family. Don’t bother. He won’t spare them."

Tyrion sighed and shut his mouth.

They watched as Malia, Stiles, Cogman, and Drogon made quick work of the rest of the Sons of the Harpy.

Daario, Jorah, Grey Worm, and the Unsullied also stood behind them, watching Malia and the others in shock.

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After killing all the Sons of the Harpy, Cogman, Stiles, and Malia walked to Jacob.

Cogman bowed to Daenerys. "Nice to meet you, Lady Daenerys. I’m Cogman, the butler. If you need anything, just tell me, and I’ll do it as long as it is in my powers. I specialize in torturing people and killing them."

Daenerys frowned but managed a polite smile. "Nice to meet you too."

Malia said, "Jay, I feel something wrong." She pointed to the preparation area. "Inside over there."

Jacob nodded. "I felt it too. The red priests are using the blood of the dead in the arena to summon something."

Stiles’s eyes narrowed. "Should we stop..." He shook his head. "By the look on your face, you don’t want to stop them."

Jacob smiled. "I want to have some fun. I just hope whatever they’re summoning is strong enough to entertain me."

Cogman stepped forward. "Sir, I interrogated a few of those masked men, and they told me about their leaders."

Jacob’s interest was piqued. "Tell me about them."

Cogman said, "The Masters of Yunkai, Astapor, and Volantis. The wealthy ruling elites of the neighboring slave cities. They are secretly financing the Sons of the Harpy to break Lady Daenerys’s regime before her anti-slavery revolution spreads to their own lands. And if their attack didn’t succeed today in killing my lady, they are planning to attack Meereen with their massive armada."

Jacob smiled. "Great. I was going to send Kai and the samurai to assassinate them. But if they gather and bring their armada here to Meereen, that will make our job easier. I’ll just let Kisarax burn them all to ash."

Tyrion’s voice was cautious. "How about we make them surrender? The soldiers, I mean—not their masters."

Jacob raised an eyebrow. "Go on. I’m listening."

Tyrion explained, "There may be some mercenaries among the masters’ armada, but the vast majority are enslaved men. They aren’t like the Unsullied—they’re low-tier conscripts: slave rowers, laborers, and basic infantrymen. They hold no loyalty to the masters. So why burn them to ash when we could make them surrender instead?"

Jacob thought for a moment. "Alright. We’ll give them a choice."

Just then, Jacob, Malia, and Scott felt a surge of supernatural energy coming from the preparation area.

Jacob said, "Alright, you guys go to the stands and let me have fun. The thing they’re summoning is coming." He looked at Cogman. "After whatever that thing is comes to face me, go and kill the ten red priests who summoned it. Make sure none of them escape."

Cogman smiled, his expression chilling. "With pleasure, sir."

Malia looked at Daenerys. "You’re too weak now, so stay next to me." She caught her hand and dragged her away. "Let’s go and let him have his fun."

They walked to the stands. Scott, Missandei, Stiles, and Tyrion followed.

Daenerys passed by Daario and Jorah and warned them. "You two stay away from me if you want to live longer."

She looked at Grey Worm. "Grey Worm, you and the Unsullied get out of the pit and stand behind us."

Grey Worm nodded and followed them to the stands with the Unsullied, standing behind them.

Daario and Jorah looked at each other and sighed. They followed and stood far behind Daenerys with the Unsullied.

Just then, a loud roar came from inside the preparation area.

Jacob’s smile widened. "I hope it’s as strong as it sounds."

Cogman said, "Alright, sir. Have fun. I’m going to deal with the red priests."

He entered the preparation area from a different entrance than the one the roar came from.

Jacob waited.

The ground trembled. The roar came again, louder this time.

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