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Game of Thrones: The Ruler- Chapter 21: Jelerion
🕑 Added 2025-06-25 16:24:54 +0000 UTCAfter dismissing the brothel owners and all the women and girls working in the brothels, Jon turned his attention toward the slave maid who had sparked the rebellion by killing the guard and then one of the Good Masters.
Though Jon's gaze was calm with a neutral expression on his face, the maid subconsciously lowered her head. The girl seemed to be around 16 years of age.
She had dark black eyes and dark hair. Her skin tone was typical of an Essosi. She was a beauty in her own right. Jon noticed that the collar she was wearing at the beginning was no longer on her neck. She was holding a spear in her right hand, and her body was covered in numerous cuts.
The way she had acted in the beginning told Jon that she was no trained warrior. She was simply driven by passion and rage and was successful in her act because luck smiled on her. Both the guard and the Good Master were focused on Jon, and she was thus able to deliver a decisive blow.
Jon stepped forward.
"What is your name?" He questioned.
The girl whispered, "Jelerion."
"It does not sound like the name of a slave," commented Jon.
The girl answered, "It is the name my parents gave me."
Jon raised his eyebrows, showing his interest in the girl's story. Understanding what Jon wanted, she began narrating her story.
"I was not a slave from birth," she said. "I am originally from the city of Lys. I was the sole child of my parents. My father was a small merchant who used to supply grains from Lys to Astapor. Bad luck struck my family around 18 months ago."
She continued with a defeated tone, "I was very persistent with my father to bring me with him. I wanted to see the oceans and Astapor at that time. My father gave in to my stubbornness and decided to bring me and my mother along with him on a short trip to Astapor."
Her eyes had tears by this time.
She continued, "During the journey, our ship was attacked by a bunch of pirates just before we were about to reach Astapor. Although the mercenary group hired by my father was able to repel the attack, the majority of the mercenaries died during the attack. Even my father was severely injured."
"Having no other options, my mother and I brought my father to Astapor and decided to ask for help for my father's treatment from the person who used to do business with my father."
"When we reached his house, he immediately showed his true colours. Seeing that we had no guards with us and we were deep in his territory, he mercilessly killed my father and captured me and my mother."
She sighed with tears in her eyes, "He enslaved both of us. I was young, so he merely had me trained in basic tasks and wanted to turn me into his personal servant and whore."
Jelerion was sobbing at this point. "But my mother was unfortunate. She was constantly assaulted and tortured brutally just for fun by multiple men. In less than two months after our capture, she died because of the torture."
She spoke with venom in her voice, "Until today, though I acted as a docile servant, I was waiting to take my revenge, even if it cost me my life. But the Good Master was always surrounded by guards, and I did not get any chance. But today I was able to complete my revenge."
Jon nodded, and though his face still remained neutral, his eyes had softened a bit. Slyvia, who was standing just behind Jon, had an expression of sympathy on her face.
"What do you want to do now?" asked Jon.
Jelerion shook her head in response. "I don't know," she said.
Jon nodded his head. "Work for me then."
Jelerion raised her eyebrows in question. She asked, "What kind of work?"
Jon chuckled, "You will know soon."
He gestured towards Slyvia, "She is Slyvia. She also works for me. You will remain with her from now on. She will teach you all what you need to learn."
Jelerion had lost everything in her life and had no other path for her future. She also felt gratitude for Jon, as even if indirectly, he had helped her complete her revenge. Thinking all this thoroughly, she nodded her head in agreement.
Jon then turned his attention to the fifty Unsullied who were surrounding him for his protection.
Jon asked no one in particular, "Who is your leader?"
This question confused the Unsullied, as they were merely acting on instinct and not under anyone's guidance. They were trained to follow whoever had the scourge in his hand. But after gaining their freedom, they were doing what they had been trained for.
Seeing their confused expression, Jon sighed, "I want to select a leader among yourselves. I hope you all are disciplined enough to select someone capable without any chaos."
The Unsullied nodded in understanding.
By the time Jon was finished, the sun had completely set, and darkness had taken over the city. After all the chaos and tension throughout the day, the city of Astapor had settled into an uncomfortable silence for now.
Even so, the silence was louder than any possible noise. It was screaming about what had transpired in a single day. The silence was pricking like needles into many people. A unique chaos lay in that silence. The fate of almost a hundred thousand people had been changed in a single day. Jon Snow, the bastard, Aegon Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, had made his first move.
With flaming torches in their hands, the Unsullied accompanied Jon.
He arrived at the mansion of Kraznys mo Nakloz. All the previous slaves and servants in the mansion were waiting at the gates for Jon's arrival.
Though no one had dared to approach Jon and say something, their gratitude and thankfulness were clearly visible in everyone's eyes.
The old lady who had been acting as the translator was standing in front. She bowed in greeting to Jon, "Welcome, My Lord."
Jon nodded in acknowledgment to everyone.
The lady said, "We have prepared a small feast for you, My Lord."
"I will take a bath first," said Jon.
"That will be arranged quickly, My Lord," said the old lady, and then with a nod from her, two maids sprang to their feet inside the mansion.
Jon, with Slyvia immediately behind his right hand and Jelerion immediately behind his left, followed by everyone, walked inside the house. Meanwhile, the Unsullied took over their different positions in the mansion to act as guards.
