"Is that right? That's incredible news. I truly want to see an end to these wars; the people have suffered far too much," Jason said, leaning back in his chair. He hadn't expected Daenerys to seek an alliance so quickly. "If we can resolve this peacefully, I am deeply grateful for Her Majesty's wisdom and foresight."
Varys carefully observed Jason's reaction before pressing further. "A peaceful settlement is indeed a cause for celebration. However, to ensure our bond is unbreakable and to simplify the unification of Essos, we believe you and Her Majesty should become one. Through marriage, you would represent the physical reunification of Westeros and Essos. It would be the most anticipated event in the history of both continents."
"I... marry Daenerys?" Jason stammered, his eyes widening. "But I already have a wife. I love Sansa!"
Varys didn't skip a beat. "You will be the King of both Westeros and Essos. A ruler of such stature can certainly have two queens."
Professor Emily Parker and the rest of the advisory team sat in stunned silence. They hadn't expected the master of whispers to suggest a polygamous arrangement.
Privately, Jason's heart began to race. He pictured Daenerys—her silver-gold hair, her violet eyes, and that regal, ethereal beauty. In his mind, she was easily the most stunning woman he had ever encountered. The thought of having both Sansa and Daenerys by his side was intoxicating, though his modern sensibilities and the monogamous traditions of the Seven Kingdoms made him hesitate.
Seeing the conflict on his face, Varys continued smoothly, "Her Majesty is the most powerful Khaleesi of the Dothraki. According to their customs, a Khal may have multiple wives to assist him in ruling the khalasar. For you, the greatest king the world has ever seen, having two queens to help govern two continents is not only reasonable—it is practical for the stability of your reign."
Jason felt a surge of excitement, but he glanced at the professors nearby, feeling a bit embarrassed to agree too quickly. "That... this is a significant matter. I need time to think it over."
Varys bowed and retreated, knowing he had planted a potent seed. Once he was gone, Jason turned to his advisors. "Professor Emily, Marcus, what do you think? Is Varys' proposal viable?"
The advisors, all seasoned professionals, could see exactly how tempted Jason was. They suppressed their smiles—he was still a young man, after all. However, from a strategic standpoint, the proposal was brilliant. Marrying Daenerys would provide Jason with undisputed legitimacy, appease the Targaryen loyalists, and bring her army of 100,000 veterans into his fold.
With Essos being even larger than Westeros and teeming with untapped mineral resources, the advisory group saw the potential for a massive industrial expansion. By reorganizing Daenerys' forces and sending them back across the Narrow Sea, they could secure the entire continent without risking their own modern assets.
While negotiations unfolded in King's Landing, the rest of the realm was falling into place. In the West, Jon led 30,000 troops through the Westerlands. No castle could withstand the thunderous power of their cannons and muskets. One by one, the ancient Western families were captured, and their fortresses were occupied.
In the Vale, Edmure Tully's campaign moved with similar efficiency. He positioned his artillery against the "impenetrable" Blood Gate, and the natural defenses that had stood for millennia simply crumbled under the bombardment. His army, armed with modern rifles, took the entire valley with negligible casualties.
At the Eyrie, Edmure confronted his sister, Lysa, and his nephew, Robert Arryn. Petyr Baelish, known as Littlefinger, was found hiding and was immediately taken into custody.
"No, Edmure! Please, let him go!" Lysa cried out, throwing herself between the soldiers and Baelish. "I can't lose him!"
Edmure rubbed his temples, feeling a massive headache coming on. He had known about his sister's obsession with Baelish since they were children, but he hadn't expected it to reach this level of desperation. "I won't put him in the dungeon for now, Lysa, but he will be under constant guard. Baelish, you'd better stay in line."
The soldiers stepped back, and Littlefinger scrambled to his feet, pulling Lysa into a tight embrace. He knew she was his only shield left. "Don't worry, Lord Edmure. I shall be perfectly loyal to Lysa. I love her, and nothing will separate us," he said, looking at her with a manufactured gaze of adoration.
Edmure looked at his sister with a mix of pity and anger. He resented her refusal to help the North and the Riverlands during the war, but with Catelyn gone, she was his only sister left. He ordered the guards to watch them closely and departed.
Under the direction of the advisory group, Colonel Lucas Reed led the effort to systematically remove the noble families of the Vale. These "local snakes," who had held hereditary power for centuries, were being replaced. The old feudal system was no longer compatible with the future Jason and his team were building.
Within a month, almost the entirety of Westeros—save for Dorne—was under Jason's control. Fleets of ships arrived at King's Landing daily, carrying captured nobles and immense quantities of gold stripped from ancestral family vaults.
The city itself had undergone a radical transformation. The "City Management Team" from modern world had implemented strict sanitation laws. The days of trash-strewn streets and the pervasive stench of waste were over. Rubbish was now collected at designated points and hauled away by paid workers.
For the first time in generations, the air in King's Landing was fresh. With the influx of modern supplies, food was cheap and plentiful. Thousands of residents who had once lived on the brink of starvation now found steady work and full bellies. As the sun set over a clean, bustling city, the people finally had a reason to smile.