Chapter 183 [Vault]

Title - HOTD: Leandra the Blessed | Chapter 4 | Futanari MC

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[3rd POV] [Time periods: 103 AC - 115 AC] 

Upon leaving Lannisport, and Westeros, the first place that Leandra had set sail for was not Braavos or any of the free cities. Nor was it even another part of Westeros, no, she had set sail for Slavers Bay, the Bay was the most important place for her, for she despised Slavery, just as her teachers had, as not even the great Tywin Lannister tolerated it. 

Reaching Slaver's Bay had been easy enough, with her appearing in the first, and most important city to her, Astapor. It housed the Unsullied, an army that was the key to taking Slaver's Bay, and one that she would gather for herself. 

She took a page out of Daenerys Targaryen’s book, and pulled a good old trickster move. Aka, she found a rather well made fake of a dragon egg, and bought three of them and then traded them for the entire Unsullied Army that the “Good Masters” had made through some truly horrific methods.

By the end of that day, all Good Masters had been slaughtered, all evil slavers killed, and the ones that were not evil were gathered. 

By the time 6 moons had passed, Astapor was firmly under her control, as if she hadn’t completely upended it’s previous rulers, the Unsullied her own personal army, one that had kept the peace, as she had found and instated her own trusted individuals to run the city while she was not there. 

It was during this time that she had found her next ability, a welcome, powerful ability. The ability to “See through spies”, allowing her to detect spies, assassins, and such, detecting them with ease. 

Using this, she had all spies within the city either killed or paid off to work for her. The ones that would work for her, would then go back and feed false information to their leaders, or go back and spy for her. 

With the spies gone, and the other problems of Astapor finished. She had focused on turning it into a trading hub. One that would be used to trade with other major cities of Essos, providing materials that not many others could. Like minerals that they had managed to find outside of the city, in the few mountains around. 

Minerals like Gold. 

Turning it into a proper trade city had been…surprisingly easy, especially once she realized that many of the slaves there had been trained in areas that would be excellent for this sort of thing. So, she instead offered them jobs, turning them into workers for the city, not slaves. While the slave masters that treated their slaves well (only around 5 of them) were rich folk, and after some talks, began to pay their slaves as workers, no longer making them their slave. 

By the time she had been in the city for a singular year, and when she had turned 16, the city was firmly under her control, and was now booming in business, far more than before. People came from far and wide for some of their crafts, many of them being her idea, such as the production of new and popular instruments, primarily the violin and guitar. Both of them being possible through the woods they imported, as well as using animal intestines through a rather interesting process. 

It was by this time that the two other cities of Slaver's Bay had noticed the changes that their previous allies had gone under, but by then, it was too late. 

Yunkai fell by Leandra’s hands exactly one year and 2 months after the conquering of Astapor. It had fallen just as easily as Astapor did, besides a few more soldiers getting in their way. All possible thanks to her increase in amount of assassins and spies, thanks to basically stealing them from other sources. 

Yunkai had proven to be a bit more complicated than Astapor was in regards to getting rid of the corruption, thanks to the amount of slaves there was. But even then, Leandra had done it in the end. 

Especially once she had found her next ability, one that seemingly had unlocked after the city. The ability to read the intent of other based on their body language, knowing their movements before they made them, similar to a character she remembered from DC back in her past life.

Assassins could no longer get a jump on her like before.

The one major thing she had difficulty with in Yunkai, was the pleasure slaves. Women who were literally raised to pleasure others, to work as sex slaves and pleasure their masters. Women who only knew this, and nothing else. Women who simply couldn’t work anywhere else or work in anything else. 

So, she did the only thing she could. She made brothels for them, ones they would run and train (only the willing) other women in, in return, they would feed her information, be her personal eyes and ears, her spies. 

Such brothels soon were built in Astapor, and they were well known by the year's end. Not as much as that of Lys, but known enough to bring in a lot of gold. 

Leandra didn’t like it, but she knew that in a time like this, it was the best thing she could do. It was simply the way of things here, and she would need to get used to it. 

With two of the three cities of Slaver's Bay conquered, she decided not to conquer Mereen next, but instead go after the other cities in the general area, smaller, weaker cities that were allied with Meereen. The cities of Mantarys, Elyria, and Tolos. 

They were all weaker than any of the three major cities, but they were still a thorn in her side that would become an issue should they linger. So, she decided on having them conquered by the year's end.

And they were. 

With her growing experience in battle, and the training Tywin had put her under for her entire life, the three cities fought and fell all within days of attacking each of them. And soon, each of them joined Astapor and Yunkai in becoming something new, something better. 

And soon her coffers grew more and more, as she grew to become more wealthy than she ever would have by just being the Lord of Casterly Rock. 

Meereen proved to be by far the most difficult of the three to conquer. And had to be done through treachery, assassination and poison was used to eliminate the major forces of the city. With her army of over 12,000 Unsullied and 3,000 soldiers gained from the other cities she had taken control over. 

The battle with the forces of Meereen had proven to be…bloody, but in the end, and after nearly 800 dead on her side, they had won, and she alone, had fought and killed over 20 men.

With Meereen under her, Slaver's Bay was officially hers to control. With the bay now being renamed to “The Bay of Lions”. The entire Bay was under her complete control, and not even the likes of Volantis could simply barge in to stop her, for none even knew it had been conquered, only that the cities had undergone leadership changes thanks to infighting. 

Her own spy ring was massive, and growing, afterall.

With Meereen now hers, she had started to produce new things to sell, new minerals were found and mined, and with her ideas, new alcohol of incredible importance to Meereen began to get produced and sold. 

Whiskey, their own line of Beer that would soon become famous, and Kambucha. All had been created through a long process, and the three cities working together to produce them in large amounts. 

Those three drinks had brought in large amounts of coin very quickly once she had the whorehouses and bars begin to sell them, especially since their quality was excellent, with their beer being particularly favored by travelers, and the nobility loved the Kambucha. 

She decided on staying in Slaver's Bay for another year, as she began to have ships built, and a proper merchant company built. One that would soon begin to spread around the world, selling her wares to all corners of the globe, using ships that she had given the designs of herself, the fastest ships on the sea, using her knowledge from her past life, and her PHD’s.

Her products were being sold around the world now, and the biggest buyers were, funnily enough, Westeros. As it turns out King Viserys was quite fond of the Whiskey. 

By the time she had turned 19, she had started producing Vodka as well, which had proven to be very popular with the North, and Westeros as a whole, as it wasn’t that expensive in comparison to something like wine. 

After turning 19, she had decided that it was time to continue her conquest to another key place, one that housed another asset that she wanted for her army. 

She wasn’t interested in conquering Westeros or anything like that, but she did enjoy the thrill of battle, and the exhilaration of taking over another land, especially when it was a place that used slaves, like Slaver's Bay, and in the case of the new city that she was planning to take over. 

New Ghis

It was a city that was near the area, an island city at that. It wasn’t particularly strong but it had a rich history thanks to its connection to the Old Ghiscari Empire, an Empire that predates even the Valyrian one. 

She wanted it for its location, and its impressive soldiers that were not slaves, but men that served for three year terms. The soldiers themselves were comparable to the likes of the Unsullied, not exactly on the same level, for they were not slaves trained their entire lives for that one specific thing, but they were better than just about any soldier in Westeros either way. 

Hence, she had begun the production of a massive, and powerful fleet of ships. Ships that would allow her to reign supreme in naval combat, a fleet unlike any other. 

Turns out ships were expensive though, so she was only able to make a decent fleet of 40, more than enough to handle the New Ghis soldiers, thankfully enough. 

New Ghis stood no chance against her attack from nowhere, as she had once again attacked from the inside, and then from the outside. A simple and yet incredibly effective strategy, one that had yet to fail her, and likely never truly would. 

New Ghis had become an important trading hub for her growing Merchant Group, as it was slowly converted into a port that held all sorts of valuable goods that her group sold, and soon was being used as a trading port by other groups as well, but that was later on in her time.

Her 20th nameday had been a grand affair to everyone in her growing Kingdom, with it taking place in Meereen, and being celebrated in all cities under her control. The leaders of each of her cities had attended, alongside all sorts of other important people to her. 

Such as the leader of her Armies, her general of sorts. General Red Rat, an unsullied with great skill, the oldest and greatest of the Unsullied at that. 

There were others, such as Marina, the leader of New Ghis. Alric, leader of Yunkai, and so on and so forth. The celebration ended with her getting rather drunk, and enjoying her time. 

After that day was over, she began to plan for her next conquest, as she wanted to have as much under her by the time the Dance began. 

So, she decided that she needed to go after something a bit more important than even the Slavers Bay. 

Qarth

The city was one of the most important port cities on the planet, and was incredibly wealthy, more so than any of the cities in Slaver's Bay, or New Ghis. The city was a port city that pretty much everyone in the world utilized, from all corners of Essos, to Westeros. Everyone used it. 

It would be immensely important to her group, as it would allow her to catapult her trade range to an entirely new level, and her control over trade would catapult with it. 

Qarth proved to be the hardest to conquer out of all the cities she had taken over, as the destruction from the inside out hadn't worked as well as before. But, it had still been effective enough for her army to rip apart the last guards on the walls. 

It was during her invasions and conquering of Qarth that she had realized what her next gift had been. 

Immunity to mental manipulation, illusions, and things like that. None of it could work on her, not even the littlest bit. Meaning, the Warlocks of Qarth did nothing to her, and were subsequently slaughtered, with only a handful being permitted to live after they swore loyalty to her, not because they feared her, but because of their belief in her. 

It was a little unnerving to say the least. 

With Qarth under her rule, her merchant Empire had officially become a true powerhouse, one of the most powerful in the entire world, with more and more ships being built, bought, and “Obtained” from others. Over 500 ships in total, all selling her city's products around the world in massive numbers, and making even more coin. And the three major merchant guilds of the city had been swallowed and subsumed into her own, growing her further. 

Qarth had proven to be the best city for her so far, with its rich history, and its connections around the world, being one of the most important trading hubs in the world. 

By the time another year had passed, and she had turned 21, the city was under her firm rule, and her coffers were officially overflowing. So, she began to invest large amounts of coin into various projects, ones that would in turn bring in even more coin.

Projects like: Public schooling for everyone, allowing for her cities to gain more and more people with skills that will then contribute to the growth of the cities. 

Proper roadways that were made of stone and cement, the latter having been made by her and shown to her trusted craftsmen. This allowed for safer trade and proper infrastructure in terms of roadways. 

The walls of the other cities were strengthened, and built up more than before, as some of them had been slowly falling apart. 

New sewage systems were built, more clean water was now traveling through the city providing free drinking water, and all sorts of new methods that contributed to the growth of not just Qarth but all of her cities. It would take a few years for this to bear fruit though. 

After turning 21, Leandra decided to continue her silent and deadly conquest. This time turning to the other cities nearby Qarth and the Bay of Lions cities. 

The cities of: Qarkash, Port Yhos, Hesh, Lhazosh, and Kosrak. 

Five great cities, none particularly powerful. But all of them are important to her cities, due to their close proximity to one another, and their ability to strengthen her trade on land. None of them were strong, and none of them took all that long to conquer. With the travel between the cities taking longer than actually conquering them. 

But with the new cities in tow, she had per trusted men get to work on them, changing them the same ways she had with the other cities, making them safer and more appealing for people around Essos to move to, increasing trade in those areas, and therefore trade in her cities as a whole. 

Her 22nd year of living found her first proper attack launched against her, in the form of a large Khalasar 20,000 strong. One that had demanded tribute from her cities, an arrogant Khal being in charge of the Khalasar. 

The Khalasar had been slaughtered in 3 days. 

With her conquered lands growing to a truly great size at this point, Leandra knew that it was only a matter of time before word got out that she had been silently conquering cities, that someone was taking over Essos in the shadows with no one even realizing. 

It was after this defeat of the Khalasar that Leandra had noticed her next gift, and what she suspected would be one of her last. 

The ability to Warg. 

It was weak, very very weak at the moment, but she could see its potential for massive, incredible growth. At the age of 22, she could only control some birds, but she knew it would increase over time, and training. 

After the conquering of her new cities, and the building of them. Leandra continued her silent conquest in lands a bit closer to Qarth. 

Greater Moraq, Lesser Moraq, and Zabhad. The former two housing the port cities of Vahar and Faros. With them being quite important to spice trade, and some of the biggest providers of spice in the area. 

The islands hadn’t even lasted a month before her people had conquered them, all the while she stayed back in Qarth, planning for the future. Planning for her conquest in the South, the most important, and largest conquest she would do for a long long time, and likely her last for quite some time. So that she could properly consolidate her power, so that she could build upon what she’d had, and not push her luck too much. 

The Free City known as…Braavos. 

It was her final target for conquering, and the most important. But it would wait. 

For the next 2 years of her life, she had continued to train herself in order to prepare for what would later be known as the “Day of the Lion” in Braavos. She strategized with her trusted followers, built upon the recently conquered lands, and amassed her armies in full. Not only that, but she had sent countless spies into Braavos in order to take control from the inside out, with the Iron Bank of Braavos being the most important step to her power that she could ever gain. 

For the Iron Bank was one of the most powerful forces in the entire world, capable of collapsing entire Kingdoms, Empires, and bringing ruin upon people due to its incredible control over the economy, and its wealth. It was this Bank that she wished to primarily conquer Braavos for. But she HAD to do it silently, for if she didn’t, the other Free Cities would amass in full, and declare open war against her, and that was NOT something she was prepared for, even with her cities. 

And so, she decided that the best thing to do was have her Unsullied train her soldiers, as well as have some of her greatest warriors start a sellsword company, one that would buy out, and absorb smaller ones into them. Made up of gladiators from the Arena’s in the cities she owned, some of the best and most fierce fighters in all of Essos, if not the world. 

A sellsword company that would become the largest in the world in due time. But for now, it was a ragtag group of a little over 3,000. 

During the years before she would begin her conquest of Braavos. Leandra had continued to build her naval power. And not just by building ships, but by taking what was already there from the cities she conquered, and by sending out her own ships to conquer the very seas themselves. 

Pirates that previously fought for gold, were now flush in it, as they joined her ranks, and became members of her Navy. Ship after ship was built, absorbed, and upgraded into something better, something more. Hundreds of ships being built across her cities, all being immensely expensive, but entirely worth it. With her navy growing more and more, for she had to have the best navy if she wished to have a chance against the Dragons of Westeros. 

She hadn’t forgotten about the Targaryens. Not in the least. She knew that should they get word, they would likely try something, for even they couldn’t allow an Empire to sprout up in Essos, not one like hers. Not one born of a Lannister, as that would then give the Lannisters in Westeros immense power, too much power for the Warden of the Westerlands. 

And so, she had scorpions built, weapons that could fire and kill a dragon. All in case they were ever needed, stationed in every city under her hidden, unnamed kingdom. 

By her 25th birthday, 3 years after the conquering of the Islands near Qarth, and her gaining the ability to Warg, she began to make her way to Braavos. Not with an army, but alone. For she realized that no army she brought would make this silent, and so, she must do it alone. 

And alone she did. 

Armed with the assassins and spies she had already been filtering into the city, the whorehouses that she owned that gave her even more power and influence, she swept into the city like a proper lion.

The keyholders of the Iron Bank were one by one spoken with, shown what she would do, her plans for the future, for Braavos as a whole. The council of the Iron Bank fell under her within a year of appearing in Braavos, through bribery, trickery, and good old assassination. 

And with her placing her trusted man, the man that helped her fund and keep track of her finances, and an immensely skilled and experienced merchant “Nakonno Phassiros” a man she lovingly calls “Nak”. He had been with her since her conquering of Astapor, and had been a slave before she brought him under her, a slave that had been forcefully taken from a free life. Making him incredibly beholden to her. 

It was her other trusted friend who had been chosen as Sealord of Braavos after the oh so unfortunate death of the previous one, Sealord “Belano Essiris”. All Magisters in the city, and all keyholders knew that she was the true one in charge, that she was the one who had officially conquered Braavos, the first to ever properly do so, the “Hidden Lion King” of sorts. 

And it was on that day that Leandra had finally decided to stop her conquest…for now. 

For with the aid of Braavos and it’s resources, her merchant Empire boomed, her soldiers grew, and she, herself, had become even more dangerous, for she had, for an entire year, undergone extensive, and dangerous training at…The House of Black and White, aka the home of the Faceless Men. 

Training under them had been…difficult, but entirely welcome, as she knew it was needed, and they seemingly had no qualms with training her. She didn’t understand why, only that their “Many Faced God had blessed her, alongside others” whatever that had meant. 

She suspected that whatever deity had sent her to this realm, was behind this. Likely God, or even the Gods of this world. Probably to stop the oncoming storm that was the White Walkers and the Night King. 

The fact that the faceless men had promised to take no contract against her or her people was certainly a bonus itself. And she vowed to not stop them with their business as long as it did not affect her, which they seemingly appreciated just as much as she did them. 

But for the rest of the years, up until the Year 114 AC, up until she had turned 26, she had ruled from Braavos, her men sending her messages, running the cities she conquered for her, as she kept close eyes on them through her increasingly powerful warg abilities, and the spies she had been utilizing. 

Her wealth had officially grown to the point that it could overwhelm even the greatest of houses in Westeros. But she wanted…no, needed more. 

And so, she sailed to the one place that would give her what she wanted, a proper weapon, and a set of armor to rival it…Old Valyria. 

Her people had protested, but she was set in her ways, and she was set in her decision. 

Old Valyria had proven to be…dangerous, incredibly so. And she decided that staying long was incredibly foolish once she had heard the rumbles of some sort of creature, massive, powerful, and melting the very stones around them. 

But she had found what she went there for, the long lost voyage of King Tommen II of the Rock, and the long lost ancestral sword of House Lannister, Brightroar. The Valyrian blade that felt so very right in her hands, and with it, she delved into Old Valyria, finding deep within, an armor right for her, before leaving, deciding to not return until she was truly ready, perhaps with a creature of her own. 

She had opted to never speak of the things she had seen there, for they were dark, and better off not known by others. The dark magics that had tainted the very lands she had walked, and the bones of old Valyrians, dragons that likely made Balerion the Black Dread look like a mere babe laying as mere bones. 

She had taken some dragon bones of course, for she was no fool, but still. 

When she had returned, she had returned to two gifts, very very important gifts to her. The gifts were in the forms of two baby lion cubs, both distinct, strange looking. A male and female lion. One Black, and one white. 

The Black Lion had been named “Tymond” after her father. And the White female Lion had been named Lelia, after a Queen of past, that had ruled over the Iron Islands due to her marriage with an old King of the Iron Islands in days long passed. 

The twin lions were very welcome, of course. And she found that she could warg into them better than any other creature she had encountered so far, and could even feel their emotions, like a bond had formed between her and them. 

The Valyrian steel armor she had found had been reforged, melted down and turned into something a bit more…befitting of a Lannister, of a King like her, as she had been dubbed thanks to her…oddity. 

She had also had a cloak made that would cover it in cold weather, akin to what the Starks wore, but Lion pelts instead of Wolves

[This but with a Lion pelt instead]

Upon her 27th year of living, and once the year 115 AC had rolled around, something had finally changed, something that would change not only her life, but the lives of everyone…forever. 

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That’s the end of the chapter!

Sorry about the massive info dump, but it was necessary for the story, and for my own sanity. 

So yeah, Leandra gets shit done, and in a brutally efficient manner, akin to Tywin, her greatest teacher. She is already stabilized as a powerful woman, but that does not mean she will win every battle, for even she cannot stop a dragon, not easily at least. 

The wars and battles will be shown in flashbacks, which there will be plenty of, don’t worry about that. Rhaenyra is the love interest as said before, but Leandra will have a bit of a…dislike of her in the beginning, due to some of her actions from the show and books. 

Anyways, have a good day!