[color=ec008c][h1][center]King Daenys Targaryen: Dropping all Pretenses[/center][/h1][/color]

As the hot liquid dripped on his wound, Daenys grimaced, it was helping him, but it hurt none the less.
"Seven hells that burns!" Daenys complained. The maester laughed, a soft chuckle, continuing to drip the liquid onto the wound.
"It's stopping infection M'lord, you're lucky you got to me so soon." He said, not concerned at all with what was happening. Daenys wasn't happy, his plan had failed and his son was still missing, and he got a pretty nasty cut as a result. The maester walked to the right, looking to get a tool of some kind.
"So m'lord, what is your next move?" He said, while looking through the many metal tools at his disposal. Daenys thought about this question, what [i]was[/i] his next move? Things had certainly changed, his spies in the Westerlands had reported of Tyget Crakehall's brother, a crow, travelling to the Crakehall host, and not returning to the wall alongside the other crow who travelled with him, some suggested murder, but Daenys knew well enough that was not the answer, kinslaying is a fool's way out... the hypocrisy of that statement was not lost on him. He suspected Gerald Crakehall of being a deserter to the Watch, though he had no solid evidence, for now, Tyrell had to die, he was the most powerful loyalist, the one who was making the biggest move, so, his next move was to kill him.

How to do so however, was a difficult problem.

"My good maester, my plans for the future involve killing Lord Tyrell, he is my most dangerous opponent, and with his death, the Tyrell power block will collapse in on itself, how I do that is a question I have yet to answer." The maester stopped rummaging through the tools for a second, holding a hand to his long black beard and stroking it.
"I have a suggestion." He said, his baritone nearly shaking the walls. Daenys pushed himself up with his left arm, the one that hadn't been injured, he looked at the maester's tall frame, frowning.
"And what is that?" he asked, quietly just in case any spies were listening. The maester turned back, planting his hands together behind his back and walking to the foot of Daenys' sickbed. He leant over and suggested an answer.
"Enter his household, kill him from within, make sure house Tyrell never recovers." Daenys couldn't help but feel like the maester was being insincere, he'd been in Tyrell lands for half his life, forging his links, why would he betray them? Then, Daenys' face lit up, and a wide grin appeared on his face.
"Finish the treatment, I have work to do." The maester stood back up, walking back over to his tools, and grabbing some bandages. He walked back over, tenderly placing Daenys' arm over his chest, and wrapping the bandages over his shoulder. His right arm was now immobile, but he still had his left.
"Try not to move it too much, and avoid straining yourself." The maester said, a hand on his beard, he then offered Daenys a hand. Daenys looked at the man for a second, before gripping his hand at the wrist, and pulling himself to his feet.

The maester nodded, walking over to his tools, and beginning to collect them. Daenys looked around the room, noticing a scalpel on the bed's nightstand, he grinned, taking it, and stomping over to the maester. He placed the blade to the maester's neck, laughing as he did, the maester stood still, not seeming afraid.
"I'm being a maester today." Daenys laughed pushing the knife closer and closer to the man's throat, he sighed, dropping his tools onto the table.
"You just don't get it, do you Daenys? The killing, the nonstop killing, it'll lead you down the path to failure, like Bolton and those who came after." Daenys' smile disappeared, and he felt his teeth clench inside of his mouth, he pushed the cold blade ever closer to the maester's throat.
"What do you know? You treat wounds and act as a midwife, you don't understand Westerosi politics!" He said, shoving the maester around as he said his piece. The maester sighed again, dropping his head a bit.
"I know enough about you to understand that this will hurt." He then proceeded to elbow Daenys' injured arm, the pain was immediate and powerful, like if he had just received the wound. 

It was painful enough to force Daenys to drop the scalpel. He fell to one knee gripping his injured arm tightly and gasping.
"The archmaester was right about you, you're a monster who cares not about others. I should have killed you the second I was assigned to your service. Now you pay." Daenys looked up, to see the maester standing over him. He shot up and yelled, throwing a punch at the maester's face. He simply fell to the left, effortlessly avoiding the blow. 

[i]Shit[/i]

The maester put a hand on Daenys' shoulder, pushing down while also placing a leg behind Daenys' own legs. Daenys crashed into the floor head first, his vision blurred and he felt lightheaded. He tried to stumble back onto his feet, only to meet a kick to the chest, slamming back into the oak floor.
"Yell for your guards! I'll toss them out the window, I'll kill them with a finger! My knowledge of the human body means I know exactly what to do to end it's motion, the only reason you still live is because I'd rather see you suffer." Daenys chuckled to himself at this boast, he was perfectly aware of what was happening, he just had to wait for his chance. The maester was not pleased with this chuckle, kneeling and grasping his long, clammy fingers around Daenys' neck.
"Am I a joke to you? Do you feel like you're winning? What's so funny to you?" Amongst his gasps, Daenys found a way to respond, chuckling with what breath he had, and looking into the maester's dull, brown eyes.
"My victory is what is funny." As the maester held his throat, Daenys used his free hand to gouge his thumb into the maester's right eye. As blood left his eye, the maester screamed and stood back up, his eye felling out of his socket and rolling along the ground. He slammed into the table that held his tools, knocking them onto the floor, a clanging noise filling the room. As a result of all the noise, two kingsguard kicked down the door, swords drawn.

Upon seeing the King on the floor with blood on his face, and an eyeless maester on the table near the far side of the room, the guards stomped around the king, who looked up to watch what was unfolding. The guardsmen proceeded to lean the maester over the table, stabbing him repeatedly until he stopped struggling. His blood ran along the floor, stopping right around Daenys' face. He looked at this, smiled, and pushed himself off of the floor, gripping his stomach due to the bruising it had received from the maester's kick. He stood up fully, coughing a bit, before speaking.

"Dispose of the body, and clean the cloak, I'll be using it."

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Later that night
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Daenys walked through Bloodstone, a pirate town filled with unsavory characters and rats, both the human kind and the animal kind, the buildings on either side of him collapsing due to poor upkeep, and the road filled with missing stones and large rocks blocking the way. A cool breeze blew in from the ocean, leaving it a very pleasant night, though the smell of shit in the gutters and bodies in the alleys wafted over Daenys' nose every time the breeze washed over.

As a result of his fight, Daenys had to use a cane, he had badly sprained his ankle when he fell, though he would be without the cane in a matter of weeks, his arm however, had been badly damaged by a blow from Artys Velaryon, he had tried to impersonate young Mallister, but Valaryon saw through it, and gripped the blade of his sword and swung the pommel into his arm, denting Mallister's armor, cutting open the arm, and breaking the bone. It'd take months to recover, though he would be able to use the arm again. He had a huge sack of gold hanging off of his side, pretty much all he owned.

"Targaryen!" Daenys looked to his right immediately, his face crunched into a frown. He saw a small man wearing a green hood and black clothes below it. Daenys hobbled over, his cane filling the night with a tapping noise.
"You are the assassin I asked for, correct?" The assassin nodded, his body language closed off and small, though Daenys knew he was more dangerous than he put on. He smiled, moved to cross his arms, realized his error, and slapped his cane into his injured arm, he grimaced, dropping the cane and rubbing the arm. He turned his head back to the assassin, only to see a peasant, looking at him with a look of confusion. Daenys frowned, confused, he decided to test something, he turned his head away, and looked back, now he saw the assassin again. He leant on his cane, brow furrowed.
"Gold." The assassin said, in a voice cold as ice. Daenys' eyes widened, he nodded quickle, turned and untied the small rope on the sack, it was really heavy on his arm, but he held it eventually, he held it out, only to see the assassin had changed again, now he was a red-haired pirate, his cloak laying at his feet, wearing the black clothes, revealing his well toned arms. Daenys looked at the man's biceps for a moment too long, before snapping back into reality, and hobbling forwards, caneless, making him walk slower, his arm fully extended. Suddenly the purse was gone, Daenys didn't even see the assassin take it, he looked into his hand to be sure it was gone, and it was.
He looked back at the assassin, to see him wearing his cloak again, strands of blue hair leaving the hood as he weighed the sack, tossing it around in his hands before nodding and hanging it over his shoulder.
"Kill Garland Tyrell's maester." Daenys said, trying his hardest to sound intimidating, despite the fear that he felt. The assassin nodded once more, placing a hand on his blade.
"It's been a pleasure." The man said, all of a sudden, a thump came from behind Daenys, he looked behind him, to see nothing unusual, he looked back at the assassin, only to not see him. He frowned confusedly, crouching down and grabbing his cane.

"Damn Braavosi." He complained, before picking himself up, and tapping away.