Chapter four (MMSS)

**289 AC.**

The brutal conquest of the Stepstones was short... but it sadly only lasted a single night. Mors, Hadrian, and James had all used their immense powers and skill to massacre every single pirate and slaver there with each being worth a small army of men on their own. And that wasn't even counting their dragons... the still smoking battlefield was a scene out of a horror movie from Mors' first life. Mangled and charred corpses with expressions of horror preserved upon their faces, burned and partially sunken ships, and destroyed hovels decorated the islands of the Stepstones.

With his future seat of Bloodstone taken, Mors magically restored it and then enhanced and warded it...

With that done, Mors constructed defensive walls for a city with Valyrian sorcery and then improved the primitive harbor into a proper one. Mors now had the foundation for a capital city laid.

While Mors was securing his own holding, his natural sons had done the same for their own granted holdings. Their islands were virtual fortresses and would soon be a major source of naval strength for the Stepstones. Already Mors had funded an entire fleet for defense, which was extremely costly but would be absolutely essential and they always could be converted for merchanting later.

The Stepstones had been taken and Mors Martell, once known as Harry Potter in his first life, had made himself the King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea, and the Lord of Bloodstone. Materials were being imported for construction of cities, towns, and villages and soon his kingdom would be quite impressive.

With Mors' sons having proven themselves he was willing to give them his name, but Doran refused to allow them the Martell name so Mors only had one option left. Hadrian would gain the surname Peverell and James the surname Black. It was all that Mors could give them in terms of names, but in a way he was giving his beloved sons his last name... and they had made him very proud.

With his kingdom secured, Mors wiped out Houses Harlaw and Drumm and looted the Iron Islands from the shadows. Red Rain and Nightfall were taken, as was immense wealth from the Iron Islands. Euron, Aeron, and Victarion Greyjoy were all assassinated... Mors wouldn't allow such evil men to continue drawing breath or terrorizing the seas.

Mors used magic and his spy network to loot the Westerlands of their stored gold, silver, and copper... no one knew that it was he that did it either.

All islands of the Stepstones were warded for defense. Laws were established that were fairer to bastards. Bastardy was no longer a taint that doomed, but one that could be overcome. Bastards could be adopted, gaining the family name, and go after trueborn children in matters of succession unless both parent and spouse agreed to adopt. Bastards could choose a new name for themselves upon knighthood, attaining a greater status, promotion to nobility, or any other actions of notability. The Kingdom of the Stepstones practiced Equal Primogeniture, but parents could pass over heirs under extreme circumstances.

Mors was pleased with his new kingdom, but the Faith of the Seven had found out about his pro-bastard laws. Mors' response? He told them that he was more of a god than any of the Seven. He was actually real and not the by-product of a delusional peasants imagination. Mors denounced the Faith as servants of non-existant dieties and people who only cared about gold, silver, and children to violate. Mors called them liars, bigots, primitives, and oppressors who used religion to profit and fund their excess and corruption before spitting upon a statue of one of the Seven. Mors once more proclaimed himself more of a diety than any of the false Seven and invited them to test him... they didn't answer, even after prayer, and Mors then stated that the Seven either do not exist or they fear him... their superior.

That amused most of Mors' family, but Doran was annoyed by his brothers actions and the backlash of them.

The war against Balon Greyjoy had ended, with the Iron Throne winning... if you counted getting little loot as having won. No, Tywin Lannister returned home to a Westerlands that had its wealth looted and its morale at an all time low. It was looted in such a way that it implicated his own bannermen, and that was what he suspected from at least some of them, but he was outnumbered and he couldn't defeat them all. It was very amusing for Mors to mess with Tywin Lannister's head.

Mors was just informed of the Iron Thrones Royal Fleet arrival near his new kingdom and Mors absolutely adored messing with his enemies so he parleyed with Stannis Baratheon on his ship.

"Like my new kingdom?" Mors asked.

"You conquered the Stepstones?" Stannis asked in annoyance. That could really hinder the movement of the Royal Fleet if House Martell was in a bad mood and they usually were.

"Yes, but don't worry, you haven't entered our sovereign seas and won't have your fleet wiped out and your men all killed unless you do. Travelling through our sovereign seas is possible, but would cost you roughly twenty thousand gold dragons due to the minor risk that your entire fleet poses." Stannis glared angrily, but he said nothing. "I mean sure, it is kind of pathetic and primitive and weakened from a war, but why take the risk for nothing."

"How do we pass?" Stannis asked, grinding his teeth.

"Hug the shore near Tyrosh," Mors said, before handing Stannis a map. "Follow those instructions and you shouldn't lose any ships or men. Tyroshi are greedy cowards and they won't attack."

Stannis took the map, but felt the need to warn Martell. "You know that my brother won't let this stand, Black Knight."

"I know that he'll try to avenge the slight, but I've taken precautions against him. If he crosses me then the Iron Bank will call all debts due... Westeros will suffer for your lackwit brothers lapse of judgement. This is what happens when you make dangerous enemies and leave vulnerabilities for them to exploit. Unanimous support from the Iron Bank's managing council and they mocked and derided House Baratheon and your idiotic brother." Mors let Stannis digest that. "Your father would be ashamed of all his sons, but you the least by a great margin. Your brothers are both idiots and Renly is sword-swallower, but you're only only an unpleasant cunt."

"Run along now, boy, and tell that idiot brother of yours what happened.," Mors said, before leaving Stannis' ship.

**292 AC.**

Robert didn't do a damn thing in retaliation for Mors' actions. He couldn't with the threat of ruin in place and the debt that the Iron Throne was under, but he wanted that debt paid off so that he could retaliate with less risk to the Six Kingdoms. Robert and the Small Council made an agreement with the Tyroshi that they could hug their shores too avoid dealing with the Kingdom of the Stepstones... unfortunately despite not having an agreement too wage war against Mors the Tyroshi were supremely confident and had tried making slaves of Mors' people and even extorting the 'weaker new kingdom' into paying extravagant sums too not deal with any attacks. Thankfully Jon Arryn's wisdom would keep the usurper from starting yet another war and Jon had argued that Tyroshi were slavers and that aiding them in taking slaves would destroy his support base.

With that in mind, Mors had blockaded Tyrosh, seized their ships, and had the city infiltrated by assassins, spies, and soldiers.

Mors would need decent numbers too deal with the Brave Companions, Second Sons, and the Windblown spread among the cities gates.

Mors' spies let them inside of the city before day break and his army quietly took defensive positions while Mors used his magic too keep all the noise down.

Once the area was well lit, Mors silently ordered all the tents to be burned with the mercenaries still inside of them... it was brutal and soon all of Tyrosh was awake as Mors and his army began their slaughter of the opposing army while the sell-swords burned.

Mors was quite bored due to his armies advantage, but he wasn't so stupid that he would sacrifice one too amuse himself, and he just kept slaughtering the sell-swords until none were left alive.

"Kill all followers of R'hllor and the priesthood, and leave none alive," Mors ordered, before walking into the Archon's palace with his Royal Guard as company.

Mors calmly countered the attacks of the Archon's guards and then brutally beheaded three in a blur while his guard easily dispatched the others. They continued fighting their way to the Archon and his family, facing little challenge from his household guard.

"Well, Archon," Mors began. "I advise you too surrender... Your army of sell-swords has been exterminated, your cities fleet was taken, the followers of the fire demon R'hllor are being slaughtered, and soon all slaves will be freed and awarded their masters properties and wealth as compensation. Tyrosh will be mine soon and will be earning me money within a few moons time."

"I will surrender if you spare my family and allow us too keep our slaves," the Archon offered, thinking that he had some power left if his surrender was requested. Unfortunately for him, he was an idiot.

"Close enough to a surrender for me and your request is denied," Mors replied in distaste for the Archon's arrogance. Mors swiftly beheaded the Archon and then his sons... the women of the Archon's family could either leave Tyrosh or stay and obey Mors' new laws.

Over the next week all of the slavers, worshippers of R'hllor, rebellious nobles and citizens, and others who violently opposed Mors' control over Tyrosh were rounded up and summarily executed. Mors had used the fire demon R'hllor's connection to his followers too further weaken him by preventing R'hllor from gaining power from their deaths and actually draining some of R'hllor's raw power by exploiting those connections. Slaves were awarded homes, wealth, assets, and businesses as compensation from their former masters too lessen the damage to the cities economy and too win favor.

Mors was incredibly pleased with himself, his army, and his new holdings.

**293 AC.**

Life had continued to be kind to Mors Martell. Schools and colleges were founded to compete with the Order of Maesters. The Kingdom of the Stepstones was now a model of efficiency, with a population of over three million, brothels were regulated and taxed, and even nobles and knights were punished for rape and slavery. Mors had begun using economic warfare, uplifting his allies and focusing on weakening the Houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Lannister. Lamentation was returned to House Royce, who agreed to replace House Arryn as ruler of the Vale of Arryn.

Sadly, the Targaryen's had ruined Mors' good mood by summoning him... demanding his presence. Mors despised being disrespected and he already knew why they 'demanded' his presence, but Mors had no intention of playing nice or bringing Neville along as requested.

Mors calmly walked past the Targaryen guards with two of his own as company... None dared too try stopping him, fearful of his combat skill and sensing his foul mood. They were likely to be cut down by Mors.

"You summoned me, Queen Rhaella?" Mors asked in distaste.

"Yes, King Mors," Rhaella replied. "I meant no disrespect, of course, I wrote that way out of habit." Rhaella added, calming Mors a little. "You didn't bring Prince Neville?"

"No," Mors replied. "His studies take priority and he can be informed of anything that he needs to know by me."

"Ah, I had hoped that he and Daenerys could bond some," Rhaella replied, causing Mors to raise an eyebrow. "I would like too betroth Daenerys to your son Neville and solidify our alliance."

"I have no intention of letting your inbred defective spawn weaken my house or my bloodline. The sole reason that I didn't kill you all myself is because Rhaenys cares for you." Mors replied, both shocking and angering Rhaella. "Oh don't seem so surprised. It's quite justified given the prevalent incest within House Targaryen and none would judge me too harshly on that basis."

"If it weren't for Rhaenys then I would leave you all to your own devices, but I have no intention of sullying my bloodline with someone who may yet prove to be as mad as her father. Furthermore, I have no intention of ever binding my holdings to an unstable dynasty that is plagued by madness, weakness, undue arrogance, stupidity, and incompetence. You idiots would only drag me down with your instability and mediocrity."

"I knew of your opposition to Rhaegar and Elia's marriage, but not your disdain for House Targaryen," Rhaella said, gritting her teeth and forcing herself to be polite.

"That I offered to kill you all and even called your house a joke?" Mors asked, mockingly. "It was your families beasts that won your family the Seven Kingdoms, not any great martial skill or political ability. Your family is poison and if I could remove Elia and Rhaenys from it then I would. I will help you reclaim the Iron Throne for Rhaenys safety, but I will not be commanded or be hindered by the most unstable house too ever plague Westeros."

"Why even aid us if you dislike House Targaryen so much?" Rhaella asked.

"Because by the time House Targaryen faces another major threat Rhaenys will be dust and will be unable to be harmed. Hopefully any of her children will be smart enough too distance themselves from Westeros' idiocy and the inevitable event of House Targaryen's total destruction.