William woke up and looked at the young goddess who slept vulnerable with her head on his chest. A body so delicate and pure that he turned it into much more than a word could express.

He carefully got up, took a quick bath, and went downstairs to pick up some food, with the food in hand, and carefully returned to his room.

Emilly had already woken up when he returned, she had an empty gaze still, but as soon as she saw him come in with food in his hands like a juggler, she couldn't hold on and expressed a smile so beautiful it made William freeze.

"Look who'd say, you can be delicate. "Emilly in a sarcastic voice, she emphasized at the end.

"I'm sorry, you're just irresistible," William tried to defend himself, after all, what could be stopping him from eagerly devouring something so beautiful? William couldn't, he was a little too 'crude,' perhaps.

With a huge smile, Emilly tried to get up, only to realize that she hadn't regained her strength in her legs.

With a surprise look she accused him.

"Brute, look what you've done, I can't even get up" Emilly with accusing eyes provoked him, but his gestures were only the delicacy, like a helpless being she tried to get into bed.

"William quickly left his food and drink on the table and went to her, carefully he helped her tidy up, she was irresistible at that moment, he couldn't help but hug her and steal her lips, but in response he was pushed.

Emilly speaks as he pushes William and tries to avoid him, what young woman would let her 'lover' feel her filthiness?

William disrespected her and kissed her.

"If you had recovered, I wouldn't even let you rest," William replied as he laughed lightly, it was undeniable that by lighting this 'fire' he wished he could 'burn' more.

"Ha, like I'm going to do that to you again, weren't we supposed to have a souvenir? Then we have it. Now we are back to the way we were before" Emilly answers authoritatively and mockingly, she was provoking him, using her arguments to deny his desire.

William was briefly blank, but quickly found a way to counter.

"Yes, we have one, but we have so much time ... I'm sure we'll have time to have more, many other memories," William spoke in a sagacious tone and rushed to feed her and cared attentively for her, he had demanded too much of her last night, now the least he could do was be careful with her.

Even if William did not forgive his enemies and cruelty was what best defined him, to his family he gave loyalty, to his 'mistress' out of respect, he would treat her as best he could.

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A few hours had passed, William had left Emilly in his room at the mansion and went out to see the immaculate, he needed to pay attention to other aspects of his life. At night he would return to take care of her.

Yesterday they didn't even go to his house, it was really crazy.

Walking down the slightly crowded streets, William was headed for one of the houses he bought, the immaculate were camouflaged as normal people, their equipment had been illegally transported, they didn't want to attract attention.

It was one thing for William to buy several shops and houses, another for soldiers.

Even if he could conquer Lorath now, there was no reason to create chaos, not one that was unnecessary.

Lillith the woman in her mid-thirties, with dark brunette skin, voluptuous body, and emerald green eyes, was waiting for him, of all the aspects of his manager, 2 more drew William's attention, these were not the slight scar that was on her right cheek, which gave her an appearance of being aggressive, not even her personality that was far more savage than one might imagine, obviously she knew when being neutral, calm, and so many other things, was one of her talents after all.

But what really caught her attention were her managerial skills of a legendary level and a diplomatic talent that would frighten anyone.

This beautiful woman had ended up at the hands of Dothrakis, had suffered, but not nearly as much as others 'suffered,' but by no means suffered lightly, she used her physical and mental gifts to get rid of the fate of having to 'serve' everyone, to a sad but lesser fate, which was to be the wife of a Khal.

She did not have many options, so she told us, she lived with her family, parents and husband, near Volantis, in a small town that did not have many people, they took care of a small shop, but it was flourishing, they could already glimpse a future of riches.

But cruel fate played with it, one night the noise of horses, the other day the bed of a stranger.

When William turned her into Lycan, he felt something, he felt something about her, to his surprise his gift Warg made those who were talented feel, their minds were much more vibrant and shone in different colors.

Somehow the color green and blue were linked to her talents, so it was impossible to know if it was real for the time being, even if William felt it was, it was also difficult to know what color represented what, but it was worth investing in that feeling.

Surely she would be a good first minister, ideas for a future, perhaps not so far away.

Lorath needed some more time, it was the simplest place he could find to conquer, but even so, he needed care, one mistake, and much would die in vain.

Following the beautiful brunette, William was taken to the 50 men who possessed a title that was nothing less than legendary.

All these men were young, just over 20 years old, had finished their training in a short time, were ready for battle.

But the way to fight now was different and they would need to become more than just men.

So 50 'Unsullied' Lycans were born.

And between them two had minds that glowed red and orange, William felt he had found a general and perhaps his admiral, only to find out which was which.

One chose the name 'Chis' and the other 'Dakak'.

Chis was tall for the people of Westeros, he was about six feet tall and had a skin color as black as night, his body is robust and his eyes green, his most striking feature were two scars forming a V-shaped face.

Darak was a little lower, near 1.78, his skin color was dark, his eyes black, was totally bald and there was lack of half of his left ear.

Both were highly respected among the 'Unsullied', but, a shame was his personality, all were shaped the same.

With almost all the leaders he needed for the moment had emerged, William was ready to take the next step.