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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, The_Chronicles_of_Thomas
      Covenant_-_Stephen_R._Donaldson, Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Arya_Stark/Daenerys_Targaryen, Myrcella_Baratheion/Arianne_Martell/Loreza
      Sand/Dorea_Sand, Sansa_Stark/Margaery_Tyrell, Melisandre_of_Asshai_/
      Ygritte_/_Jon_Snow, Cersei_Lannister_/_Obara_Sand, Jaime_Lannister/
      Brienne_of_Tarth
  Character:
      Daenerys_Targaryen, Arya_Stark, Sansa_Stark, Margaery_Tyrell, Arianne
      Martell, Loreza_Sand, Dorea_Sand, Robert_Baratheon, Cersei_Lannister,
      Oberyn_Martell, Obara_Sand, Jaime_Lannister, Brienne_of_Tarth, Bran
      Stark, Meera_Reed, Jojen_Reed, Barristan_Selmy, Syrio_Forel, Ice_King,
      Croyel, Ur-viles, Olenna_Tyrell, Solaja_Xo_(OC), Harsch_Lape_(OC), Varys_
      (ASoIaF), Ygritte, Melisandre_of_Asshai, Jon_Snow, Eddard_S_tark, Catelyn
      Tully_Stark, Gendry_Waters, Mya_Stone, Edric_Storm, Myrcella_Baratheon,
      Strong_Belwas_(ASoIaF), Missandei_(ASoIaF)
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-31 Updated: 2018-02-28 Chapters: 48/? Words: 790254
****** Reclaimation ******
by DaysOfFuturePast
Summary
     AU Crossover with The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. A butterfly
     effect ripples across the entirety of Westeros when Jon Arryn is not
     killed. Destiny is torn asunder as many who were meant to be forged
     by the fires of war and heartache are instead carrying on in peace,
     and one gentle-hearted Targaryen princess is transformed by an
     unimaginable horror that will shift the entire course of fate for
     everyone.
Notes
     AN #1: This work is based on the books ASOIAF. I start my story with
     the ages of the characters as they were in A Game Of Thrones. The
     only thing that HBO contributes to this story is Peter Dinklage as
     Tyrion Lannister and Diana Rigg as Olenna.
     AN #2: I am no Mark Twain or F. Scott Fitzgerald so please bear with
     my writing skills.
     AN #3: Will have graphic F/F sex. These are healthy, passionate women
     who want to express their love for each other. Their will be a lot of
     masturbation. We all do it.
     AN #4: This story will be epic in length.
     AN #5: The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant will slowly be blended into
     the story. These character will be supporting characters and
     viewpoints will always be those of ASOIAF characters for this book.
     AN #6: Story written in MS Word. Prophecy was written with the font
     Script MT Bold. Still fuming that was stripped out. If you want to
     see how it looked copy and paste into Word with that font.
***** Harbinger *****
                                   Chapter 1
                                   Harbinger
                                    Cersei
Summary: The butterfly effect. A butterfly beats its wings and no one feels the
flutter of air. The insect beats its wings on its erratic random path. Ripples
radiate out in ever increasing circles from the beat of those wings. The forces
ever building. Across the world those changes multiple and build until
hurricanes and firestorms rage. These ripples also rip and tear at the fabric
of what can and what should be. Westeros had its butterfly effect, an event
that was foretold to occur by seers of old. The certainty of this moment did
not occur. From that seeming one small event the ripples ripped and tore time
apart. The fates cruelly twisted and destiny torn asunder. The great Houses did
not commit regicide. Jon Snow still went to the wall but Arya was not forged in
the fires of heartache and hate. The faceless god did not transform her into a
weapon strong enough to bring the gods down low. And Daenerys Targaryen: The
princess of fate and destiny around which all orbit. She was to be forged with
slow blows of the hammer on melted Valyrian steel. Shaping and folding with
slow deliberate precision. There was no slow sprinkling of magical portent into
the spiritual being of the Dragon Queen. The butterfly wings tore her fate
asunder and instead caste her headless into the raging forge of doom. Kingdoms
and the gods themselves will tremble. Who will survive her wrath?
 
… prophecies are so subtle and dangerous. The inevitability of a prophecy once
heard. History is full of mighty heroes, great houses, fighting to avoid their
fate, and, thus, only ensuring they fulfill their prophecies of doom and
destruction. Westeros had its prophecy … one of death, one of destruction; one
of doom and potential victory at the birth of Spring but so much pain, so much
loss … Strife and discord the crucibles of destiny; the fires that create
greatness… The death of Jon Arryn was prophesied by seers of old. His death
would spring forth great events and great devastation BUT eventual victory over
the forces of darkness and death. The seers say that only great suffering and
supreme heartache can forge the strongest human metal … … … Jon Arryn did not
die … … … now the fates are in disarray! Can victory still be achieved? The
price would have been great, but, would it not have been worth it to overcome
the Wight King? … … I wonder … what new prophecy will arise from the ashes of
what might have been … will a new Phoenix arise … one with a nobler more
enlightened vision … one of Hope … one of Reclamation …
 
Cersei
There! Cersei spotted the black dragon flying high on the thermals as she stood
on the balcony of her personal suite drinking a cup of wine. Off to the high
right she spotted a green star with bronze highlights, and beside it a white
gleam streaked with gold markings glinting bright in the hot sun. The dragons
slowly circled back over Kings Landing. They were beautiful from a distance;
like the Bird of Paradise the Summer Islanders sometimes brought to court. But
these were no pretty beacons of beauty. They were angels of death.
Why has the Targaryen witch not attacked?! Cersei wondered to herself. For four
months all the Targaryen bitch had done was fly her damn dragons up and down
the length of Westeros. Not once had she attacked. Not once had she exacted
revenge for the wrongs done her.
“What is her game?” she whispered. As a Lioness of the house Lannister, Cersei
knew what the new head of the pride did when it conquered and disposed the King
of Beasts. The offspring and in this case, the mate, would be killed. It was
bloody, the way of nature. Cersei clenched her fist in anger. “Everyone has
abandon us!” she cried out, with no one to hear her.
One by one the great houses had either pledged allegiance to House Targaryen or
stayed neutral. These Houses had done so without a fight or even a whimper of
protest. The house of Lannister among the first to bend the knee. Of course her
father would side with the winning hand. Even the great Eddard Stark had not
called his banners to Robert’s defense.
Could she blame them? Cersei’s mind became weak in a moment of doubt, her
thoughts racing as she reflected on past actions. “Stop it!” she screamed to
herself. She remembered the day the ravens came announcing that Daenerys
Targaryen had landed and was reclaiming what was rightfully hers; that what had
been taken by treachery would now be restored. That the rightful queen had
returned.
Cersei mused spitefully over all the titles the bitch had used in letter.
Daenerys Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the
Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector
of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, called
Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons. The woman certainly had a
swelled head and unfounded belief in her station.
In the letter, Daenerys promised that only the House of Baratheon would suffer
justice. All others would be given amnesty if they would only bend the knee to
her. She would champion the poor and lift up the downtrodden while bringing
justice and equality to all. She would do all in her power to bring about
reconciliation, and her fervid hope was for peace and the forgiving of past
sins. She had written: … My mind cannot sleep with the endless dreams of
destruction that haunt my days and nights, death and never ending strife; my
body has seen too much death, heard the screams of the dying, smelled the
stench of war; my soul is weary beyond measure. I want to fight no more forever
… Cersei had almost believed the words when she first read them, they had been
so compelling. Then she realized that this was the imp’s doing. He had written
this drivel to seduce the weak minded. Cersei was not so easily fooled.
A flash of white and gold caught her eye, as suddenly the dragon was plummeting
towards the city. On the roof tops she could see that children were cheering as
it dove. Cheering! The queen fumed. The dragon pulled up just over the rooftops
and flew by at a dizzying speed just to disappear over the roof of her abode,
the buffeting wind swirling her golden locks. The low borne citizens continued
cheering for the dragon queen and her dragons, leaving Cersei to shake with ire
at her subjects’ treachery.
The dragons had first appeared for today well over two hours ago. They had come
in riding up high on invisible thermals. They flew so high. They were hard to
even see against the sun and pale thin clouds. Then they would slowly drop
lower to buzz the city roof tops one at a time before rising up to disappear in
the sun and high thin clouds.
Several times she had been scared witless when she had been gazing on the green
or white dragon and the black behemoth had shot by her balcony the force of the
wind slamming into her shocking her with shockwaves of buffeting air that
filled her with terror.
Twice the fucking bitch had done this to her on purpose she was sure. She knew
this was her domicile and was mocking her. Bitch!
She felt so alone.
Even though she had known the usurper was coming, the letter by raven had been
like a reverberating strike on the drum of doom. Robert, the great drunken
lout, disappeared into his private retreat in the Kings Wood that very night.
Also, on that same night, Joffrey suddenly started to recover from his wasting
illness. He told his mother that he must go on a quest to find the lost
Valyerian blade of House Lannister, his voice quaking with fear like a child.
She had wanted to slap him.
Tommen merely read quietly in the library. “I will meet my doom with quite
resolve,” he said, looking up at her with his soft intelligent eyes. “I do not
fear death …it is life’s victim I do not wish to become.” He had told her when
she asked if he was afraid that night.
She had fled from the room.
Jamie had left her two and half years ago with that damn, fucking cow. How
could he have left her? and now with twins besides?
In Daenerys’ letter she had found out that Tyrion was now the Targaryen’s Hand.
Of course he was. The coward had quickly left his family to join what he
believed to be the winning side.
I wonder if she will kill us quickly or make us suffer? Cersei mused softly to
herself as she refilled her wine glass and went back out to the balcony to
watch her destiny fly above her.
As if Daenerys’ letter wasn’t enough to deal with, she had also received an
accompanying letter from Myrcella. Cersei had been shocked as she read about
her daughter’s time in Dorne. She had hoped at first that it was a forgery, but
there was no doubt that the insolent child had wrote the letter in her own
hand. Myrcella had proudly proclaimed that she was not marrying Trystane
Martell but had already married his sister Arianne, and that she was also
married to the bastard daughters of Oberyn, Dorea, and Loreza. She could only
stare at the parchment with her mouth agape, wondering if her daughter had gone
insane. This was both unnatural and obscene! Myrcella had ended the script with
the passage “I am following the Targaryen way, and I will marry who I want! In
Dorne I have the freedom to follow my heart!”
Cersei cursed her daughter that night.
The freedom to follow one’s heart, Cersei mused as she drank her wine, swirling
the dregs in her cup. What a novel concept. She stared down at her now empty
wine cup, pondering. The freedom to follow my heart. The thought pained her for
some reason. If only she had been born a man Cersei thought bitterly. She had
always been trapped, despite being the equal of any man.
Cersei walked back into her room to refill her wine cup, reaching for the
decanter as the door boomed open. She whirled around to bark at the intruder,
then froze, her mouth agape.
Robert stood in the doorway.
“What are you looking at woman?!” he boomed to his wife as he walked into the
room.
“Robert?” Cersei asked softly confused.
“Who else would it be?” the six-foot eight man answered his slender wife,
taking the wine cup from Cersei’s hands. “I think that is quite enough,
Cersei,” he told her gently.
“What the hell happened to you?” Cersei spoke up to the man before her,
shocked.
This was not the man that had disappeared four months ago into the King’s Wood
with his tail between his fat ass cheeks. That man had been a drunken, obese,
unkempt buffoon. The Robert before her now had dropped at least five stones in
weight. His greying, unkempt beard that had made him look so old and slovenly
had been shaved off. His eyes were clear and his back straight. His body was
hard again, and his mailed top was filled out with muscle.
Robert chuckled down at his wife. “Close your mouth or you’ll let flies in
woman!” he laughed. He took her hand and led her back out to the balcony. “I am
about to die and I wanted … no I needed to meet it as a man. The man I used to
be.” He said softly, looking up at the dragons that were circling lower.
They stood together, watching the dragons perform aerial tricks and making
complicated patterns in the sky, doing fierce rolls and sharp ascents before
dropping again.
“Why hasn’t the fucking cunt attacked?!” Cersei asked her husband with a tone
of exasperation and a child’s need to understand.
Robert looked down at her and then laughed loudly. “Isn’t it obvious woman?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I knew Robert!” the queen fumed up to her husband.
“Cersei, think about it,” he told her looking in her eyes. When she merely
stared up at him blankly he sighed. “Cersei, with her dragons flying the
breadth of Westeros she has conquered the land without firing an arrow or a
stroke of the sword. Between her restraint and her letter she has won.” Robert
looked back up at the black dragon. “If only I had ruled with half as much
wisdom …” the tall Baratheon softly spoke more to himself than her.
Cersei looked up and remembered the incident six weeks ago, when the black
dragon had suddenly appeared above the temple of the Seven Gods. The Targaryen
had unsheathed her Valyrian sword from the scabbard on her back. Cersei
remembered how the sword glowed a strange blue. She had seen Valyerian blades
and none had glowed bright blue like the Targaryen’s blade did. The woman had
hacked off the tops of the spires as she had her dragon hop lightly from spire
to spire, his talons barely scratching the shimmering crystal. She had only
been able to stare.
There was a shocking audacity to the act. Cersei had found herself awed to see
the woman so expertly using a sword - the way Daenerys had leaned so far out
from her dragon to lop the spires off. The woman had an obvious strength.
Cersei had seen many a tournament, and the woman knew how to use that sword. It
both frightened and titillated her. She had also found herself envious. She had
wanted to take up the sword when she was a girl.
The House of Highgarden had declared their allegiance to the rightful ruler of
Westeros the very next day.
“They are beautiful” Robert spoke again, low voice still soft. “I can see the
queen on Drogon … so beautiful.” He looked up as the black dragon slowly flew
past the window, the queen tilting her head to the throngs that had gathered on
the rooftops, wildly cheering for her. Her long silver blond hair was whipped
proudly in the dragon’s slip stream. A chiming followed in her wake.
Robert sighed, and Cersei felt her old jealousy flare. Some things never
changed.
Cersei spat at Robert as she looked at the people cheering the usurper. “They
need to be punished … they are traitors!”
“Oh shut up Cersei!” Robert barked with a slight laugh. “It’s a little late for
that. We deserve what happens to us.”
“WE?!” Cersei screamed at her husband.
Robert looked down at his beautiful wife. “Yes, we, Cersei. I have done a lot
of thinking while I was away training. We both could have done so much more,
and with so much less.” He sighed with a soft, sad timbre.
“I have done nothing wrong!” Cersei roared at Robert. She cursed him silently,
her eyes green pools of anger and hatred. “I saw you looking at the Targaryen
slut! You never could keep your dick in your trousers!” she yelled at Robert.
Robert only sighed again.
Suddenly, the king and his wife were buffeted as the immense black dragon flew
by the window from the side again, mere feet from the railing. His mighty body
tilted so that he was flying perpendicular to the ground, his wings pumping
hard enough to send a small hurricane of wind across the balcony as he picked
up speed. Cersei stumbled into Robert, clinging to him to both maintain her
balance and calm her own fear. Her green eyes grew wide.
They watched as the dragon shot straight up into the air, traveling through
hundreds of feet within only seconds. Then, instead of leveling out, the dragon
pivoted on a wing over, and rocketed back down. Only at the last moment did the
behemoth pump its wings to break its descent.
Dust flew wildly all about as the dragon landed with grace. The queen’s long
white hair flew in all directions from the wild winds. In from the right came
her white and gold dragon landing as adroitly as her black beast, followed by
the green dragon landing on the other side of the mighty black behemoth. The
black dragon stretched up its long neck to stare about. Some of the children
that had been cheering had hidden away now, but those who were brave enough
remained stared from the rooftops in wonder, their eyes just visible above the
ledges they crouched behind.
Suddenly, the dragons began to trumpet loudly again and again, shocking the air
with their mighty roars. Cersei cupped her ears, finding no quiet as the
dragons paused just long enough to take deep breaths to continue roaring
mightily, their ringing peels ricocheting off the walls.
Then, as suddenly as at roars started, they ceased. A shocked silence followed.
Cersei watched the silver haired usurper slide gracefully down off the black
dragon’s high, broad back and land with surprising ease onto her feet, dropping
the last distance with bent knees. She stood up and looked around with proud
eyes and a regal bearing as she stepped away from her dragon to stand in the
open. It was only then that Cersei noticed the spear in the white haired
woman’s right hand. Cersei also at that moment noticed a multitude of silver
bells in Targaryen’s hair. From the spear tip there flew a long, white ribbon
that fluttered in the breeze. The Targaryen stepped closer to look up at the
balcony with her violet eyes boring up at the two Baratheons.
The Targaryen clearly felt no fear. The woman roared up to the King and Queen
with supreme confidence and haughty voice "I wish to Parley!"
 
***** Landfall *****
                                   Chapter 2
                                   Landfall
                                 4 months ago
                               Daenerys / Tyrion
                                        
Daenerys
The warm air of Dorne felt good on Daenerys’ face as her mighty black dragon
winged toward the beach and her awaiting entourage. Working with Varys and
Illyrio she had prepared for this day since she had crushed and conquered
Volantis. She had first heard the term Game of Thrones there. She had not liked
the term then and hated it now, but, she knew the necessity of it. She would be
grateful to do anything that could reduce the bloodshed she had left trailing
behind her.
She hated all of the machinations behind the curtains and secret conversations
behind closed doors. She had been introduced to Tyrion soon after her time in
Volantis, first by raven then in person through quick, hidden meetings. These
three men had given her crash courses on the landscape of her homeland – her
rightful lands. They told her who she could work with to reclaim her throne.
They told her that the land was ripe for conquest and that within a year she
could reclaim her throne. All it would take was the breaking of a few mighty
houses on the field of battle and the rest would fall in line. Varys and
Illyrio had treated it all like a game they loved to play. Tyrion was quieter
and had more respect, adding insightful comments. The one time he seemed most
animated was when suggesting that the House Lannister would make a “splendid”
example.
A gust of hot air ghosted over her face, and she remembered such a breeze above
Yunkai. The city had rebelled againand she had had enough of their insolence
and the killing of the slaves she had freed. She gathered several of the houses
of the great masters into one of their mighty, gaudy pyramids. She had listened
to the history lessons that Barristan Selmy had given her. She had listened
intently the story of Harrenhal. That day she taught those insolent dogs what
happened when you crossed the mighty Targaryen dragon.
Her dragons had flown around the pyramid breathing their breaths of hot fire,
their breaths of death and unquenchable fury. At first she had felt so
triumphant, watching the pyramid burn down with her enemies. Then they had
appeared.
Women and children ran up onto the upper terraces, some already afire and
screaming in their agony. Little girls ran with their hair aflame and their
limbs dropping strips of melting flesh.
Daenerys suddenly saw her long lost Kiserri down in the deadly fires. Her
precious little barely six-year-old Blood Rider. Her heart had nearly stopped
beating in her chest. The horror had only gotten worse.
Babies were screaming. Men clawed their faces, their skin dripping. Women
screamed, pleading for help as the fires closed in on them. She watched as
whole families jumped off the terraces to try to escape the flames, falling
hundreds of feet to their deaths. By the gods she could still hear their bodies
impacting on the cold marble streets. She imagined Kiserri screaming as she
fell to her death along with them.
She had tried to stop the carnage, but it was too late. It was too late and
still necessary. The rebellion had finally ended that day. She rationalized to
herself that she had saved many lives of her freed slaves and even the lives of
further potential rebels. Her blood riders felt no qualms, the mercenaries in
her army were anxious to plunder the dead. What use had they of money anymore?
Ser Barristan told her that war demanded such sacrifices of the innocent as he
looked on her with pity.
Why had she felt so dirty and her soul so drained? She had butchered before but
it had not affected her so. Why now? Were not your enemies to be crushed?
Conquered without mercy?
Just last week she had been confronted by a young man from Yunkai. He was
really more a boy, no older than herself. He had demanded a duel to avenge his
family that had died in the pyramid that day. He had called her out before her
men, and she could not refuse him his duel of honor and revenge. To do so would
have caused her to lose face and, thus, control and loyalty of her armed
forces.
She had disemboweled him, spilling his intestines onto the dirt as she thrust
her sword into his belly and ripped upwards, her sword glowing blue with the
fire of her ghost runes. The fire just adding to the boy’s agony. He felt every
inch of the pain. His screams had rung in the air as her blood riders had
laughed and mocked the dying youth. His bowels loosened and stench filled the
air before he dropped off of her sword and on to the dirt. The blood and gore
on her rune sword bubbling and splattering on the heat that radiated through
her soul and into her sword. Even then he still he did not die for another
minute, his last breath anything but quiet or noble. Her face had remained
impassive. He had challenged and he lost. She had stared at the blood and filth
that had spilled onto her hands for a long time, turning them over and
wondering if the stain would ever truly wash clean.
She knew the stains on hand and sword would come clean, but what of the stains
that darkened her soul more and more?
Daenerys shook her head coming back to the present as Drogon descended down to
the beach. She did not notice the tears running from her eyes.
She landed on the empty beach where her fellow conspirators waited. With these
men of Westeros, and her mighty army and navy now dotting the horizon from east
to west, she would retake what was rightfully hers. In the air, she had mused
of ‘machinations’ but here on land she willed herself to be the puppet master.
Shewould pull the strings, not these men on the beach and in her ships.
She gracefully slid off of Drogon and walked out to meet their leader, Oberyn.
He bowed deeply, and then took the knee as did all the others in the entourage.
“Arise,” Daeyners spoke in the tone she had long mastered. She was the queen
and they were her subjects.
Oberyn strode out to her and gripped her forearm in the salute of warriors. “I
am honored to serve you, great huntress and rightful ruler of Westeros.” The
warrior told his future queen.
Daenerys knew this man was solidly in her camp. The house of Dorne had always
been loyal to her house after marriage had united them, and with their common
Essos lineage.
The man of Dorne introduced the other men, leaders of the smaller houses of
Dorne and mighty commanders in their army. They were all polite and courteous.
They eyed the Valyrian steel sword on her back and the scars on her arms, then
the light scar on her left temple that ran down her cheek to her jaw line. They
recognized her as a warrior. Tyrion and Varys had told her these men of Dorne
were used to strong women since their progenitor had been Nymeria.
Daenerys listened, observed, and was generally satisfied with what she saw and
heard.
Four women were brought forward. One was a child about her age, maybe just
slightly younger. She was slender, and very beautiful. She introduced herself
as Myrcella of the House of Baratheon, and she took the knee before Daenerys
with a bent neck.
The child’s voice trembled slightly as she declared her loyalty to the queen.
Dany felt a quarrel bolt of anger boil through her veins. To see kneeling
before her a progeny of the Usurper made her dragon blood flow hot in her body
- the man’s whose actions had started the events that led to her father’s death
and her exile and years of fear.
Evidently, what she felt was reflected in her face. An older woman, in her mid-
twenties, suddenly stepped in front of the now trembling girl. She reached down
gripping the girl’s shaking shoulders in a clearly loving embrace.
“I am wife to Myrcella. If you need to shed blood then take my life instead!”
the woman said, holding the younger girl’s shoulders.
Then the last two women, no older than Myrcella, stepped up to stand before the
Baratheon and in front of Arianna as well. “We are also Myrcella’s wives, and
sister-wives to Arianna … take our lives instead if you must have vengeance and
blood!” They looked at Daenerys with calm equanimity and fierce resolve.
Suddenly, Myrcella was on her feet. “No, take my life instead! Do not harm my
wives!” the teen cried out throwing herself in front of the other women.
Daenerys sighed as a discordant dance commenced, the four women squirming and
shoving to put themselves first and shouting at each other that they ‘would
make the sacrifice’. Loud grunts could be hard as the women started shoving
each other, still trying to pull the others behind themselves. Cries of ‘my
love!’ and ‘my heart!’ and ‘I can’t live without them, take me instead!’ rang
through the air. The men chuckled while Oberyn watched Daenerys closely.
“Enough!” the white haired woman yelled, her regal voice bringing all to heel.
She could not afford to anger her main supporter in the House of Dorne. Though
she did not show it, she had found all the declarations of sacrifice touching
and endearing. Her opinion of the young princess was now higher indeed.
The princess remained on her knee looking up at the Targaryen “Myrcella, is
it?” Daenerys asked. The girl nodded her head. “You have nothing to fear from
me… you weren’t even born yet, girl. Go in peace. We will talk again Myrcella -
along with your wives. “Rise up and look upon me as a true princess” the Queen
softly ordered.
The teen rose with regal grace. Daenerys bent her head slightly in respect. The
girl was about six inches taller than the Queen. Her throat was in front of the
Queen’s gaze. “Hold,” the Targaryen ordered. The girl stopped her motion to
move away. The Queen reached out and fingered the choker that encircled the
girl’s throat and the sigil on it. The oval holding a device she had not seen
in her studies.
Daenerys looked down and saw a beautiful silver bracelet on the young woman’s
wrist encrusted with emeralds, sapphires and rubies in the shape of a fierce
lioness. On her ring finger was a gold ring lined with emeralds to match the
beauty’s green eyes. Daenerys had seen but not noticed the other women’s left
hands. Daenerys looked up again to confirm. Yes, the three Martells had the
same bracelets and rings. They too wore chokers but theirs were a little
smaller.
“I studied extensively the sigils of all the houses of Westeros. I recognize
the lion but it is not in the Lannister pose. And are those sand snakes wrapped
around the beast?”
Myrcella nodded “Yes, they are three sand snakes wrapped around the body of a
Lioness. My body. This is the sigil of our house. It is a new house, but will
one day be a powerful house, my Queen.” The girl said with direct eye contact.
Daenerys recognized the tone. She was seeking confirmation. Would the Queen
crush her dreams before they had even fully formed?
“I look forward to dealing with this house. I see a great future for it in
Westeros. We will talk more on this.”
The girl’s back straightened and she walked with firm confidence now back to
her nervously waiting wives.
She already was scheming, deciding on how to best use this new tool. Both could
benefit.
She watched the girls walk off, hugging each other. The three women of Dorne
were each clucking and stroking their princess with obvious devotion. Daenerys
was impressed. Three wives? What did that girl do in bed? She chuckled to
herself. She might need some pointers, she thought, smirking to herself.
Oberyn cleared his throat as he approached her along with Tyrion. “Thank you,
your Grace, for showing mercy.” he told his queen while taking a deep bow.
“I do not believe in punishing children for the crimes of their parents,
Oberyn.” Daenerys told the warrior.
“Good.” Oberyn replied. “Now we need to discuss the upcoming war and how we
will defeat Highgarden. Then we will need to take out House Lannister. After
those two houses are crushed, the rest of Westeros will bend the knee readily
enough.”
“Have you made overtures of peace to these Houses Oberyn, like we have
discussed?” Daenerys asked, strolling back to Drogon. She started to stroke his
cheek as the dragon pushed into the hand of his mother, rumbling
affectionately.
“Why make offers when you know they will be refused? Highgarden is the pinnacle
of conceit and Tywin is a crafty fox that can never be trusted. They need to be
broken!” Oberyn made his thoughts clearly and stridently known.
“I believe we need to send overtures to these Houses Oberyn. Let’s explo—”
Daenerys began, before Oberyn interrupted her.
“No! they need to be crushed and brought to heel!” he shouted, anger overtaking
him as he started to move forward.
In their councils she had seen the fire in Oberyn, and his desire to bring down
his main competitors. She conceded that he might not even know his actions were
tainted with the desire to bring his rivals low.
Sensing this moment was coming, Daenerys had been mentally speaking to her
dragon. At her wordless command, Drogon’s head jerked forward and stopped just
in front of Oberyn, his mouth slightly gaped to show the fierce man his long,
sharp dagger teeth.
“Whoa whoa … okay, I understand!” Oberyn barked, throwing his hands up. The
message loudly sent and meekly received. Having dragons sometimes made life
much easier.
“Tyrion, walk with me,” Daenerys commanded him softly but in a tone that
brokered no denial as she started down the beach, away from the rest of the
gathered entourage.
Tyrion
They walked down the beach in silence as they distanced themselves from their
fellow cabal members. Tyrion felt comfortable with the Targaryen. He
instinctively knew that the woman, though she teased him, saw him as the
person, the man, that he was and not the dwarf that others saw. She valued him
as a man of wisdom and cunning and, maybe even a friend. When he looked up at
the beautiful face of the Queen, he couldn’t help but wish for more.
They walked for long minutes in companionable silence. Tyrion watched the
silver haired Targaryen’s eyes follow the pelicans as they soared in a stacked
formation with an almost childlike wonder. Every so often she would tilt her
face up into the soft, pleasant breeze and walk with her eyes lightly closed
and a soft smile as the warm wind caressed her cheeks. Seeing her like this, it
was hard to fathom all of the stories he had heard of her on the battlefield
and the crushing of sedition within her conquered cities.
Tyrion noted the tears that they had all seen running down the Queen’s face
when she had first arrived had long dried. He wondered what the others had
thought of them. They had probably written it off as wind or sand, but Tyrion
wondered. This woman was clearly driven by towering ambition and belief in her
cause, but, there was also a vulnerability he thought he saw in the small
woman; heavy griefs that weighed on her soul.
“What did you think of Oberyn’s words, cub?” the silver haired woman finally
woman asked him.
The diminutive Lion of Lannister stopped and sighed. “I have asked you to call
me the “Lion” of Lannister!” he replied in jest.
“A lion would come up higher than my hip, cub.” she shot back.
Tyrion knew he was treading on dangerous ground but had to take the gambit. He
looked up the beach and saw that they had rounded a promontory. No one would
see. “I would have you know that I am both a King of the Beasts and a King of
the Breast. A mighty man on the field… and in the bedchamber. I have left many
a satisfied woman in my wake, my liege. I am legend.” He told the queen who had
stopped walking to look at him intently.
“Are you now?” she asked softly, her violet eyes locking with his. The
beautiful woman stepped before him and bent down to one knee, her face soft and
lambent.
Tyrion felt his cock surging. Was his gambit going to pay off?!
Daenerys hands came out, one to cup his cheek while the other began stroking
his bulging cock through his trousers.
“You are a handsome man Tyrion… do you want to feel the caress of the dragon’s
talons on your manhood, my little Lord?” the Targaryen asked in a husky voice.
Tyrion gulped, slowly nodding his head ‘yes’.
“Do you want to feel the breath of Dragon’s fire on your cock… feel the wet
heat of the dragon’s mouth?” the white haired beauty breathed softly, inching
her face closer to his. Her tongue licked her sensual lips as her eyes lidded.
Tyrion was so erect it was painful. He started to reach for his laces.
Suddenly, a hideous look snarled across the teen’s face, her head lunging down
and making a snapping motion as her teeth clacked noisily. She ripped her head
back and up as the woman suddenly stood, martial straight. The sudden
aggression and spite shocked the little Lord, his eyes suddenly large with
terror. He no longer felt either visceral or manly, his cock wilting like a
flower broiling under the hot sun. Daenerys eyes looked slightly crazed, like
some deranged succubus. She made a show of motion, chewing sloppily and nosily.
Then she gulped. “Not even an appetizer… you don’t have anything to offer me
little man. No man does! Do I make myself clear!” she almost shouted at Tyrion.
His cock was a pitiful small thing now. He swallowed and tried to pull his
dignity together. “Understood my liege… I will never make that mistake again. I
will try and subtly let others know that your focus is on regaining your
kingdom, my liege.” Tyrion offered his Queen, head hung with humility.
“Good. Now that that has been cleared up…” the woman snarled and started to
walk down the beach again.
Tyrion quickened his pace to keep up. As her (hopefully) still trusted advisor,
he needed to ask this next question, though he was fearful of Daenerys’
reaction. He took a deep breath. He knew he would need to provide for the
Queen’s needs. All of her needs. Tyrion knew he may need to provide the Queen
companionship for the nights when she desired pleasures of the flesh. The Seven
Gods knew that was part of Jon’s duty for Robert. “Will you be requiring female
companionship at night my liege?” He asked carefully. “I know many women who
would be honored and delighted to grace your bed…” Tyrion offered delicately.
Daenerys stopped abruptly again and looked down at the little Lord, her eyes
unreadable and her body still. Tyrion stood stock still, waiting. Daenerys
tilted her head back and laughed softly, lightly. “Tyrion. I have had three
husbands, a paramour, and slept with men when I needed relief. I think that
shows my inclinations… don’t you?”
“Of course my liege.” Tyrion responded as the loyal subordinate he was. He had
learned an important lesson today. Daenerys was a dangerous woman and not to be
underestimated or trifled with. To do so was at your own peril.
“Walk with me, cub.” the future queen commanded.
Relieved that the crisis was over, Tyrion again fell in beside the queen.
A moment passed, and Daenerys addressed him again. “I think I asked you about
Oberyn’s plans?”
“Yes. I think they have merit, Daenerys. The great houses of Westeros are
prideful and will not bend the knee lightly. I agree with Oberyn on the fact
that at least one or maybe two houses will need to be broken. Most houses from
your traditional homeland will raise their banners for you regardless, but your
father left a bitter taste in the house of Stark, Highgarden and Arryn. You
will have to make headway against that. They will, at minimum, hold you in high
distrust.” Tyrion finished his assessment.
“But I thought I had left instructions with you to make peace overtures to the
Houses of Westeros. Why was that not done, Tyrion?” she asked in a tone that
made an unpleasant tingle go down his spine.
“You did my lady. I was overruled.”
“How so?”
“As I have said, others think that peace overtures are wasted.”
“But you spoke for me.”
He sighed. “I’m just a dwarf, Daenerys.”
The white haired Targaryen looked at him, perplexed. “Why would that matter? It
is cunning and intellect you bring to the table.”
“It matters Daenerys… believe me, it matters.” Tyrion responded, looking up at
Daenerys and letting her openly see for a moment the pain he suffered so often;
the ridicule he received because of his stature and his stunted legs.
“I see …” Daenerys responded, looking at him steadily, without pity or
ridicule. “That will change. Believe me that will change. But that is a battle
that will be fought tomorrow. Today I have more pressing needs and concerns.”
“I stand ready to do your bidding, my Queen.”
“The fact that no peace overtures have been made must be addressed. Now. How
can we go to war without the effort of peace being made first? Must we go to
war Tyrion? Will the strong always devour the weak? Can not the Dragon learn to
lie with Direwolf? We have to at least make the effort, Tyrion. And not just
words either. I do not want another war if I can avoid it!” the Targaryen said,
her voice rising.
Tyrion was perplexed. “What war, Daenerys? You just landed in Westeros, and
Dorne has accepted you with open arms.”
Tyrion watched as a pained look flashed across the pale woman’s features. She
told him softly, “I have fought many wars Tyrion… I grow weary of them. There
has to be another way. Your lessons have taught me that Eddard, Jon and Mace
are intelligent men who only want what is best for their people. They must
listen to reason.” She said softly.
“Your reasons, Deanerys? Why would they? To them you are just another
conqueror. The only thing truly unique about you is your gender. It has been a
thousand years since Nymeria conquered Dorne. And she did it with the bow and
the sword, I might add.”
“I have known nothing but war for over three years. I have smashed armies and
cities. Bent entire nations to my will. You may think I crave war and conquest
with my history… I have conquered half of Essos in a span of time no other
conqueror ever has. I have found out I am good at war—too good- and I hate it!
It sickens me! I will have my destiny, but I will find another way. There has
to be another way! You have told me you are cunning, Tyrion… tell me how.”
The dwarf stared up at her. “You are the dragon queen. Is it not your right to
win your kingdoms? What enemy can stand against you when you fly your dragons
over their skies? You are dread personified with your dragons winging overhe—“
“That’s it!” Daenerys yelled, her body suddenly shaking with an excitement she
could barely contain. “Yes … Yes … it may work. You’re a genius Tyrion!” She
held the dwarf by the shoulders, shaking him excitedly.
“Of course I am …” Tyrion nodded as he responded, perplexed.
“Yes. I know it will work! I already have mapped out in my mind what I need to
say. I will tell them I am here to sow peace and not war!” the young Queen told
Tyrion, then more to herself as her voice started to trail off. “I’m so tired
of war..” her eyes going distant “…yes … I’ll tell them I want to fight no
more, forever …”
 
***** Let The Gods Tremble *****
                                   Chapter 3
                             Let the Gods Tremble
                                 5 months ago
                             Daenerys / Barristan
Daenerys
Daenerys Targaryen leaned against the mooring, looking out at the harbor that
anchored just a fraction of her mighty navy before her. The Targaryen’s ships
were ringed around Essos in the free cities, preparing to set sail for her
homeland. More ships were already at sea. Flotillas of ships from the Summer
Islands and the land of the kingdoms of Yi Ti. Soon, she thought, I will once
more set foot on my homeland. The land of my birth.
The Targaryen princess had been prudent during her conquests, making sure to
spare the navies of her enemies and not to completely savage their armies
unless absolutely necessary. She knew she needed those ships and men for
herself.
The sails were beautiful, rippling in the strong shore breeze - the same breeze
that ruffled her hair and tinkled the multitude of silver bells that Missandei
had braided into her locks at the crack of dawn. Even with the light weights,
her tresses blew in the strong breeze, singing a sweetly discordant melody.
She felt invigorated. Daenerys looked off to her left at two tall, mighty Swan
Ships of the Summer Islanders, their size impressive.
The closest to her was the command ship of the emissary who was leading his
ships into battle with Daenerys. The Morning Mist swayed slightly with the
incoming tide, its masts soaring high into the bright blue morning sky, with
multi-colored sails billowing, pleasing the eye.
Pleasing like the emissary’s oldest child had been. He had brought his four
oldest children with him, his two sons strong and tall, his daughters nearly
matching them in height and sinew. Their bodies were graceful with delightful
swales and contours.
He had only brought the children that were old enough to fight. They were here
to be part of this “campaign of glory and destiny”, as he had announced at the
banquet. She found all the Summer Islanders gathered to be tall and roped with
muscle, and she loved the darkness of their skin, like looking up at the sky
between the stars at night. They were a strong and brave people.
She had eyed his children during the diplomatic gallantry that all allies
dispensed with before a major campaign. Her eyes were constantly drawn to the
eldest. The heir to his lands was almost as tall as the emissary himself. Their
eyes had locked at first meeting, and Daenerys had not felt such a tingle in
her loins in so long. That night they had hot passionate sex. It was not about
love – it was primal lust and pent-up energy. Bodies made hard by hard work and
battle seeking release before the upcoming battles.
Daenerys’ body tingled, remembering how their groins had impacted as they
rutted. The force of the strong Summer Islanders’ body into hers, the rough
thrusts of her adroit lover. The jolt of each impact rocking her small frame,
the delicious brunt of hard sex that she craved in her lovers. Her climax had
rocked her body with powerful contractions that shocked her near senseless with
pleasure.
She could still remember the feel of her lover’s upper arms underneath her
jerking, clawing fingers as they contracted with each hard pulse of her orgasm.
The Summer Islander had looked down at her with glittering, almond eyes
watching her start to orgasm, then smiling with a feral look as she writhed
beneath the dominant weight.
Her lover had encouraged her to scream her pleasure. Since making love in front
of the Khalasar so openly she had reveled in letting anyone who may hear know
her gratification. The back of her head had jammed into the bed as her throat
arched up, and her ferocious wails of pleasure filled the small cabin. Her
lover had only urged her on, her screams igniting them both with passion as the
Islander rammed even harder into her exploding pussy.
They had made love deep into the night. She had enjoyed the tall Islander
spooning her small frame as they drifted off to sleep the few dark hours
remaining before dawn.
Daenerys shook her head, breaking herself out of her idyllic reverie. She
needed to focus on the here and now.
She looked critically up and down the harbor of Pentos, more than satisfied
with what she saw. The ships were in full sail and in good trim. Then a horse
neighing in fear and pain caught her ear to her right. She hurried down the
quay and found a ship taking on a few last horses, the beasts clearly fearful
and resisting the commands to enter the hold.
A task master continued to whip the horses cruelly as she stormed down the pier
at a run. “Stop!” the diminutive woman screamed in the regal tone she had long
mastered.
She marched up to the gangway to berate the man, a heavily muscled Braavosi
named Querolos, a quartermaster of the ship Wave Ryder.
“Why do you whip these poor horses so?” Daenerys demanded.
The man explained that the ships were to set sail and he had to get the
destriers on board immediately, or they would be delayed. That was not an
option, so he whipped the horses to get them to comply.
Daenerys snorted and ripped the whip from his hand, throwing it up over the
gunwale. Then she approached the two terrified horses as they stomped their
hooved feet hard into the pier slats, twisting first right and then left.
The Targaryen Queen took several deep, calming breaths and centered herself
like Syrio Forel had taught her to clear her mind for weapons training and
combat. Daenerys had found that calming her mind and body lead her to place
inside that then allowed her to reach out to her dragons and other beasts.
The tiny woman walked calmly towards the rearing battle horses, their hooves
pawing high into the air before crashing down again on the pier. The horses
whinnied as they eyed the small woman, mouths frothing. Daenerys stopped just
short of their fury. She looked up into their eyes, calmly letting them see her
peace and the lack of fear.
She hummed a soft, wordless melody in a sweet voice. Her bells chimed in the
breeze. Slowly, the horses began to calm. They stopped their rearing and
screaming, and their bodies stilled. The wild rippling of their haunches faded
away, and the large white and black horse came over to the tiny woman, slowly
lowering its head and butting her outstretched hand. The horse nickered as
Daenerys rubbed its ears.
“You can take the horses in now,” she told the quartermaster in a calm measured
voice.
The man stared at her speechless as the horses were lead up the plankway into
his ship. He mutely bowed to the now retreating queen, then shook his head. In
all his years, he hand never seen anything like it. Dany walked further down
the docks, calling out greetings to her captains of ships and to the knights
and leaders of mercenary companies. She had always been good with faces and
names, and it paid off handsomely as she had formed her military machine.
As Daenerys walked down the wide docks made for commerce, a group of young
girls ran down the pier towards her. As they reached her they used her as foil
as they chased each other. One girl caught her eye. She was small with inky
black hair and almond eyes, her skin swarthy like her Kiserri had had in life.
The girl had just seemed to appear at her side when she began her march away
from the shattered Khalasar of her former lover Drogo. She was beside her,
looking nervously up at her and saddling up close. Dany had ruffled her hair
and the girl was by her side from then on.
Daenerys had tried to find her mother but she could not. The girl told the
Khaleesi that her mother had been mean and she was so nice. She declared after
two weeks she was Daenerys’ fourth Blood Rider.
Daenerys shook her head hard. She had enough maudlin thoughts coursing through
her head this day. A day that should have been about triumph and not depressing
thoughts from her haunted past in the red wastes.
Satisfied after half an hour of further inspection, the platinum blond haired
woman started to return to the mooring she had started at.
Halfway back up the quay another Summer Islander Swan Ship caught her eye. This
vessel was unique, for the captain had painted a black and white zig-zag
pattern on the hull to break up its pattern on the water. It almost looked like
a floating piece of art with its wild design. She looked at the port side near
the stern, where the script read “Seafarer’s Gem”.
Her mood quickly changed to reflective, and she found herself thinking again on
the dream that had been plaguing her for the last two months. It had changed
again last night.
The dream had originally started out with her in a long, dark hall. She
remembered it had been so cold. She was always nude in this dream, feeling
vulnerable and afraid - which were feelings she had worked tirelessly for so
long to stamp out. She had vowed to control her destiny without fear. She would
never be sold off like chattel again. But in this dream, she was afraid, naked,
and exposed without her weapons.
As the dream progressed over the weeks, she had started to feel a presence down
the cold, dark hall. As the nights passed, the presence started to move down
the hall, and while the cold remained the fear did not. When she was finally
able to make out the form that had been moving down the hall towards her she
gasped, it was a massive Direwolf she-bitch; mighty and powerful. The wolf
would stare at her intently.
The dream had remained at this point for a while, the two entities staring at
each other as Daenerys began to relax. On the night when she had thought she
would finally reach out and touch the direwolf, the dreamed suddenly took a
drastic turn.
A week ago the wolf had suddenly crouched down as she approached, snarling as
drool slavered out of its vicious, parted jaws. The hair on its haunches
bristled, and its tail bushed out with agitated sweeps. The mighty wolf started
to snap, its eyes glowing with hatred. Daenerys was paralyzed with fear at the
sudden change, feeling hopeless against such a mighty beast without her
priceless weapons.
Last night as she had drowsed against her lover’s body she had hoped she would
be able to sleep soundly after the exhausting sex. She had not, but, the dream
had changed again. It had reached a resolution; a totally unexpected
conclusion. She had thought she would meet death at the jaws of the direwolf,
but instead…
Again, it had been so, so cold … The wolf had launched itself at her and she
leaned back, her arms throne up to ward herself, though she knew it was
useless. She felt her lips form around a death scream… only she had not died.
The massive direwolf had leaped over her, and she heard the sounds of bodies
crashing together and then the savagery of combat. Daenerys whirled around. The
wolf was fighting a tall, thin man with a slim-bladed sword that glowed blue
like her own, but radiated a freezing cold. The man had a strange crown of
blue-white ice. Back and forth the two fought, the wolf nimbly avoiding slashes
of the sword and delivering bites and raking claw swipes from her mighty paws.
The then the fight was suddenly over, the wolf taking down the man and ripping
his throat out. The man turned to mist and almost immediately started to
dissipate. The wolf howled in triumph as the freezing cold fled once the mist
of the fallen man faded.
The wolf slowly turned back to Daenerys, its intelligent eyes hot and aglow
with anger and hate. The fear that had been subsiding suddenly flared again.
Then the direwolf’s demeanor changed drastically. Daenerys felt the tension
rapidly dissipate from the wolf and it slowly walked back toward her, then
lowered itself down onto its belly with its front paws extended and tail down
in submission. The great beast leaned in and brought its nose to her bare feet
with a gentle muzzle. The fierce animal looked up at her in supplication and..
what … what word came to mind … love …?
Daenerys shook her head. Strange the symbolism one would find in dreams. She
knew the sigil of House Stark was the Direwolf, so she knew it must somehow
involve that house. She sighed. It was a mighty house, Daenerys knew. She had
first thought of Eddard Stark as a dog rather than the wolf of his sigil. He
had been part of the usurper’s supporters. But all she kept hearing from Tyrion
and Oberyn was Stark honor this and Stark honor that. He was a man fair and
just.
She would judge for herself.
She would have to meet her destiny to find the answers she needed. And as in
all things, her destiny lay in the land of her birth.
Her mind back in the present, she looked again at the beautiful Swan Ship, its
sails and painted hull ablaze in the bright morning sun.
Daenerys found herself strongly attached to the Summer Islanders. They were a
strong, brave, and enlightened race, with a society based on egalitarianism.
This was a concept she hoped to bring to Westeros. She had seen it, she
thought, in Oberyn, but still needed to make sure. She was tired of being
treated like a piece of property to be bought and sold like a slave in all but
name. She had smashed Slaver’s Bay with a vengeance for it.
In Summer Islander society a woman could aspire to lead men and women, to
command ships, lead commerce, to govern. She knew that Westeros was
conservative and she was not naïve. She could not change her homeland in such a
short time without destroying it. Slaver’s Bay had taught her that. But she
would plant the seeds of slow change and hope that her progeny or future
leaders would water and make it grow.
Daenerys looked up at sun and knew she had to hurry back. She needed to speak
to the commanders in their command ships arrayed around the mooring she had
marked as hers. They were prepared and ready to set sail.
She went down the quay and turned up the pier to her mooring and the large,
squat building beside it. She spied the Summer Islanders, several other high
commanders in her force and her trusted general Barristan Selmy.
She came up to the group and they did their ritual greeting and platitudes. She
had tired of these.   As the commanders discussed last minute details she
wandered off to her mooring and leaned against it. She stared out at the sea,
enjoying the strong breeze that ruffled her hair and made her bells tinkle.
She heard soft, predatory footfalls approaching and recognized the tread of
last night’s lover. Her hair was lifted and she felt fingers running through
her long platinum tresses, tracing the tiny tinkling bells. “You are a
beautiful woman Daenerys Targaryen. Beautiful, strong and smart, such a rare
combination. I find you intoxicating.”
Daenerys merely smiled softly, looking out over the bay. She knew this was only
a dalliance no matter what her lover may feel. She heard a sigh.
Then her lover’s tall, strong body was against her back, pulling her against
lean corded muscle. Long arms pulled the tiny woman tight, and the Islander
bent down to breathe in Daenerys’ ear with a husky voice: “Last night was a
magical night, Dragon Queen. I will treasure the memory. I hope that you will
once more grace my bed.”
Daenerys continued to look out over the harbor, not turning to look back or
respond. The Summer Islander continued. “I would be so honored to be your
consort, pale queen.” Daenery’s felt her body being squeezed tighter before the
small blonde woman was finally released with a sigh.
“You have captured my heart, O Dragon Queen.” Jhalaai Khal turned to walk back
to the group that had begun to disperse. Daenerys waited, looking at the ships
of her navy and the sea off in the distance.
Daenerys sighed, then slowly walked back to the last two people on the dock.
The Emissary and Barristan stood waiting for her. Sighing again at the
inevitable, Daenerys went to them.
“You have quite smitten my eldest child, Dragon Queen” the emissary told the
Valyrian.
Daenerys tilted her head and smiled. “Your eldest is quite the catch, your
Grace … I am sure there are many fair ladies lined up, hoping they will be
chosen.” she spoke in a formal but friendly manner.
“Yes, Daenerys, this is true. But my daughter is smitten with you. It is you
she wants to be her wife and mate … you have captured her heart, Targaryen.”
“I am honored Jhalando Khal,” she said, switching to his name and not his
title. “Your daughter is a very beautiful woman … but my destiny has decreed
that I follow a different path. Westeros is not the Summer Islands …and.. I—I
am bound. Trapped.”
“But you will be queen!” Jhalando Khal shot back.
“I have seen the portents and omens … maybe … no. I know my destiny.” Daenerys
replied with a heaviness in her voice and heart.
“Then you have my condolences … but my offer stands. If you want my daughter
and you do not delay before another wins her heart, then you have my blessing.”
“I am honored Jhalando Khal”. They bowed formally in the Summer Island fashion.
Barristan
Barristan watched Daenerys finish her conversation with the emissary. The man
left with a smile on his face. Even when Daenerys gave nobles and high
officials news they did not want to hear, they left smiling. The knight knew
that there was nothing that the young woman could not do.
Except for find happiness. Barristan had long suspected the proclivities of his
Queen, but it was of no importance. He was a man who supported his liege no
matter their morals or beliefs, though he totally believed in Daenerys. He had
waited a long lifetime to finally meet someone he could have that much faith
in, a person of high principle and open heart. A person who would take their
largesse and use it wisely and for the people. He had finally found that person
in Deanerys Targaryen, the First of Her Name.
He went over the numbers with his Queen one more time. In Pentos alone they had
four hundred and fifty warships from multiple navies. Some fought for honor and
noble endeavor, others fought for money. On the battlefield none would know or
care which.
The Queen had insisted on bringing as many supplies as possible. Thus, another
three hundred merchant crafts floated in the harbor. She did not want to raid
the land if at all possible, robbing the very people she intended to liberate
from, if not despotic , then blighted and dissipated rule. When she first
started her campaign she had witnessed her armies devouring the countryside in
their wake. The populace had at first been grateful for their freedom but a
denuded landscape soon took off the luster.
They discussed how their number of ships were also anchored up and down the
coast in all the Free Cities in equal or greater numbers.
Daenerys asked her general if there were any new reports of sedition in her
conquered lands in Essos.   All was calm for the once, the general reported.
Last month the Queen had flown Drogon back to Slaver’s Bay. The trip had been
necessary to dispense justice in Astapor and Meereen. In the first, Daenerys
had executed three men for cruelty to the freed slaves, and also punished a
ring of thieves taking staples and selling them back at black market prices. In
the second, a powerful husband and wife from a high noble family was again
trying to reignite the slave trade and re-open the slave pits.
She had beheaded all of them herself.
Barristan knew that she felt she must do the executions whenever possible since
they were her royal orders. “Let the sin be mine,” she had told him when she
came back. Why she considered it a sin at all had befuddled him. They were
criminals trafficking in death and cruelty, and they deserved their fates.
He could see the Queen fidgeting, smiled gently. Even the Queen could feel the
pressure of this day. All the blood and sacrifice had been leading up to this
time, this moment in history.
“You will be able to smash and conquer your enemies on the fields of battle or
within their mighty castles. They will be able to withstand your might for six
months, a year at most,” Barristan told his Queen, hoping to ease the beautiful
Targaryen’s doubts. He immediately saw how his words pained the beautiful
princess.
“My destiny is assured, Barristan. I have left nothing to chance. I will have
my throne back.” She told her general. He saw iron will and resolve - but also
so much pain. Why? He could not fathom it.
This morning after her tryst with the Summer Islander Princess the Queen, while
not happy, had seemed more at peace with herself; but now Barristan could see
the melancholy coming back over her.
Berating himself internally for putting the Queen in a dour mood, all the
General could think to do was press her forward. “It is time to begin Daenerys
… call your dragons.”
Barristan observed the Targaryen slowly walk toward the end of the pier, then
fell in step beside her, matching her small strides. Her eyes were lightly
lidded and her breathing slowing, steady and deep. Her face seemed to drain of
all emotion or discord.
Barristan knew she had not found any happiness, just a temporary draining of
care and worry so she could find the secret place inside herself that allowed
her to communicate with her dragons and other lesser beasts. Once they reached
the end of the pier, they stood there in silence as Daenerys centered within
herself.
Daenerys slowly raised her arms high up into the air, her fingers slightly
spread and her body relaxed, her eyes slitted and unseeing. “Come,” was all the
petite blond woman said in a soft voice. One could hear no command, only a
request between family or close friends.
Barristan looked over the harbor and out to the sea. On the horizon he could
already see a small dot, rapidly growing larger. Soon it was clear that it was
Drogon, winging fast to his mother.
Barristan knew that over the skies of Braavos and the port Tyrosh, dragons were
now flying. The white dragon Viserion over the former, and the green dragon
over the latter.
Barristan had asked Daenerys once how she did it. How she communicated with her
dragons in such a manner, always bringing them winging over the horizon when
she called them.
The Targaryen had only shrugged her shoulders. “They know where and when their
mother will need them,” had been her reply.
Once the dragons were large enough to fly on their own the Queen had let them
have free range. Barristan and others had questioned the teenager about this.
Was it wise? Would they come back? Will they obey?
The Targaryen simply said, “They will always come and obey my summons. They are
bound to me. But dragons need free range to grow large and fierce.” When others
had questioned the wisdom of Daenerys’ decision she had only smiled vaguely.
Over time her wisdom had borne out. The dragons always answered her summons and
obeyed her explicitly.
Barristan still could not help but wonder though, how the free flying dragons
winging over the two continents always appeared on the horizon only a few
heartbeats after a summons. It was an inexplicable mystery of the world.
Dragons needed freedom, the Queen gave it to them and in return they obeyed
her.
Barristan had never read or heard of this ability with dragons or of Valyrians
having this strength. Nothing could be found in the old books. The Maesters
were equally baffled by Daenerys’ ability. How did the woman communicate with a
beast that one could not even see? As in so many things, Daenerys Targaryen was
a truly unique regent.
Barristan saw that calling her dragons had calmed the Queen’s earlier silent
torment. Communing with her dragons always seemed to soothe her. The Targaryen
watched the dragon rapidly close the distance, his mighty wings pumping hard.
With her relaxed posture and soft smile, the General knew the Queen was
maintaining her mental link with her children. With them, she could just be the
gentle mother he sensed she longed to be buried deep within her psyche.
Unfortunately, her burning ambition would always preclude this. The only hope
he could envision was if she could find a man— or woman- to share her burden
with, but he deemed that unlikely.
The woman’s ambitions to rule half the known world would deem that she marry
some great noble of a mighty house. Tradition would demand she marry a man.
Drogon wheeled overhead in a tight spiral, roaring a greeting to his mother.
Barristan looked right, left and out at the ships anchored deeper in the
harbor. The sails, rigging lines and rails of the ships were all lined with
bright, expectant faces. Grown men were reduced to little children, gazing on
legends that had come back to life.
Daenerys’ body stiffened slightly as she broke her mental bond with her
dragons, a world weary sag returning to her shoulders and melancholy caste to
her face. This was the look that only Missandei and himself were allowed to
see. The Queen watched her dragon slow its wings to drop into a land on the end
of the pier.
“Your hour has arrived, my Queen.” Barristan told the woman, hoping to fuel the
inner fire that allowed the petite woman to constantly forge greatness.
“Is it Barristan … a time for what exactly, my trusted General?”
“Conquest, greatness, legends!”
The tiny woman seemed morose as she turned to greet her dreaded black dragon as
he landed beside her on the dock. Her small frame leaned against him and sagged
into his side, her body pressed into his hot scales. Any other person would
have had scalding wounds on their body.
Barristan moved down to stand beside his liege and her dragon son. He looked at
her face, her cheek pressed into the beast’s side. He could see in her
expression the ghost of past campaigns, and great victories achieved at a high
cost. Barristan witnessed as dry sobs wracked her body when her eyes closed. He
shook his head, worrying for his Queen.
Daenerys opened her violet eyes and looked at him. “Tell me Barristan, how will
Westeros remember me…? I know how Essos will forever remember me … will I be
the beloved liberator, or the cursed tyrant … how many men will I put to the
sword?” she asked softly in her moment of grief.
“How many women will die screaming, like in Yunkai …” more sobs shook her body.
“How many children will die or be left destitute … I have shattered cities and
laid waste to entire civilizations.”
Barristan had no answer to her pointless recriminations. He did not understand
her remorse. Great times require great deeds and greater sacrifice. She had
listed her ills, but forget to list her virtues. Slaves had been freed. A slave
trade that had existed for five thousand years and resisted other mighty
armies, even that of Valyria, she had been broken in a little over three years.
The former slaves were fed and housed.  The slaves that had been trained in a
field of endeavor were already setting up new businesses and for the first time
making money they could keep.  These former slaves were helping their brothers
and sisters learn trades so they too become clerks, merchants and farmers.
Those in the nobility that could see a new future had arrived had been accepted
with open arms.  These nobles were helping set a new free order and with their
connections and talents allowing them to make healthy profits not based on the
backs of their slaves.  They had been surprised such a thing possible and were
accepting the new world order.
He had suggested the fostering of their youth to teach a better way. The Queen
had brightened immediately taking to the idea with a righteous passion. Her
diplomatic skills and personal charisma had the free cities and nations
clamoring to foster and ward the children of the noble families. He was still
struggling to understand how she had accomplished it.
With the ill-gotten wealth from the slave holders Daenerys was rebuilding
furiously, and amazingly many of the nobles were starting to come around.
Daenerys was savage with sedition but merciful to all who truly asked for
forgiveness and were willing to walk a new path.
Not yet twenty, and she had already accomplished so much.
“Then stop your quest,” Barristan said. “Give up your claim and go back to the
house with the red door, Daenerys. Become the little woman you think you want
to become and let some other person shape destiny. I will support any decision
you make, my Queen, and defend you with my life to the end.”
Wordlessly, the blond woman’s body stiffened and all doubt left her face, her
eyes once more becoming clear and focused.    
Daenerys took a deep breath and looked at Selmy with calm resolve.
Barristan gripped his Queen’s shoulder softly. “Let’s forge greatness my Queen
… you are the first of your name … this is your time. Please never forget this.
I waited so long for greatness and it is finally here.”
Dany whipped around and gripped Drogon’s scales, quickly scurrying up to sit on
his broad back. With a mighty heave of his legs he jumped up the twenty feet to
the top of the squat, thick walled building, his neck extended as he roared his
clarion call to arms. In the beast’s mind, he heard his brothers trumpeting
loudly over the ports as they winged over them.
Daenerys ripped her Valyrian sword from its scabbard, the rarest of the ghost
rune swords of past legends. The sword glowed a bright blue in the air above
the Valyrian’s head as she ripped the sword in a complicated series of parries
and thrusts.
Then the young woman rose up, her ankles pressed into grooves of her dragon’s
scales. In a pure, amazingly loud soprano voice she called out: “Let this be a
time that the scribes write was a time of honor, the renewal of just purpose -
a time of forging greatness in the crucible of our age! I go to reclaim my
throne, but I promise I will be something new … create something different … a
world based on justice, honor, and rights for all persons whether high or low
borne. Ours will be an enlightened age!”
Already Barristan could hear cheering rising up from the ships and the people
that were now thronging the docks surrounding the dragon perched up on its
airy.
“I am going back to claim what is mine, in righteousness. Let this be known as
the dawn of a new era. A time of justice, equality for all, and the binding and
healing of old wounds. A time when the Dragon, Direwolf and Lion learn to live
in peace and harmony. Let this be a day that the gods themselves tremble in
their heavens, a day of truth and destiny. Let this be a time of Reclamation.”
She quickly climbed up the black dragon’s neck until she had an arm looped
around his horns, and thrust her sword high into the air.
The dragon stiffened and screamed a mighty, feral scream and roared a hot burst
of flame high into the air. The ships closest to her and those on the shore
around the pale Queen sounded their warhorns in response. Sounds pealed across
the harbor, bouncing off ships and buildings.
More and more warhorns joined the clarion call. Soon the very air itself was
echoing with their booms, shaking the birds as they flew. In all the free ports
of the free cities, the harbors were filled with sounds of the call to arms.
Gouts of flame from Drogon and his brothers brightened the sunny sky.
Barristan marveled at how Daenerys could so easily rally armies to her desires.
How she filled her troops with confidence and righteous purpose. He had known
kings, and none could come close to matching his Queen’s majesty, passion and
charisma.
This would be a time that would be sung of by bards for the next thousand
years.
The foundation of the Titan of Braavos shook from the mighty reverberation of
the righteous call to arms, all the horns blowing in its harbors.
All of the ships pulled their anchors and began to row or sail  to the sea to
meet their destinies. Destinies of reclamation. What was stolen would be taken
back. Heritages that had been lost would now be restored.
Let this be a time of reclamation.
***** Challange Accepted *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: Graphic F/F Sex
                                   Chapter 4
                              Challenge Accepted
                          Cersei / Oberyn / Mycrella
 
Cersei
Cersei looked down at the woman who stared up at them with the violet eyes of
old Valyria, her platinum hair blowing in the breeze of the courtyard. She
could see where the chiming she had heard when the woman rode by had come from,
there were a multitude of tiny bells weaved into her hair.
What a strange fashion sense.
“What the hell is it with the bells in her hair?” she asked Robert.
He looked down a long few moments. “The rumors are true then … those bells are
a Dothraki tradition—one for each victory!”
Cersei gaped down at the white haired woman with the bejeweled hair.
Victories?! Cersei felt a rush run through her. That was what had always
dreamed of, and had had denied her.
“That’s impossible!” Cersei gasped, her blood firing up in disbelief.
“Come! Parlay! I don’t have all day!” the Targaryen barked up haughtily.
“Impudent bitch!” Robert huffed.
“Fucking cunt!” Cersei barked.
“Cersei, please watch your tongue,” Robert said. “It is unseemly.”
“Why?! Just because I am a woman?” the Queen nearly shouted up at him.
“Yes.” Robert hissed down at his wife.
Cersei stared up at him with her blood roaring in her ears.
“God I hate your condescending manner Robert! The man can but the woman can’t?”
“Yes Cersei, that is right … that is the way it is meant to be. Men rule, women
follow.” Robert reminded his wife, as if it were no wonder he had to slap her
from time to time.
“I think a woman is calling you Robert… shouldn’t you go and be seemly and
answer her sweet, sweet summons?” Cersei asked Robert sarcastically. “Please
lead your wife, a woman, to the woman who is calling you, oh great man!” she
goaded Robert with spiteful glee.
“I swear woman—you try my patience no end. It is not my fault that I have to
slap you to knock sense into that thick head of yours!”
Cersei looked up at him with silent fury.
Robert sighed. “Let’s go meet our destiny, then,” Robert told her, gripping her
elbow gently to lead her out.
They wound their way down the Red Keep until they came out a door before the
Targaryen usurper.
She’s a fucking runt! was Cersei’s first thought. She was, maybe, barely five
feet. She had looked at least six feet tall when she was on her dragon.
The tiny woman stared at them with stone cold eyes, her body appearing relaxed
yet still poised on the cusp of violence.
The next thing Cersei noticed was a pale scar that ran from her hairline to her
temple, and then down her cheek to her jaw line. She also saw a nasty scar on
her throat on the same side, that looked as if something had pierced through at
some point.
Cersei’s eyes flared wide open. Oh.My.Gods! The woman must be a stone cold
killer.
“Finally! Has no one told you Robert, it is improper to keep your Queen
waiting.” The white haired woman barked up at the six-foot eight man.
“Shut up, you dragon bitch! Usurper! You are not Queen yet!”
“Where is the real Robert anyways?” Daenerys asked, looking around and behind
Robert. “The real Robert is a fat buffoon, a fucking slob … surely you can’t be
him.” She sniffed. “I don’t smell alcohol… you’re not swaying or falling on
your ass… your nose is not splotchy. Again I ask. Where is the real Robert
Baratheon?”
“You’ve got a smart mouth for a bitch! Do you ever shut up?”
A honeyed smile appeared. “Why should I? I’ve got dragons and I’m pretty.”
“You won’t be so pretty when I smash in your chest with my war hammer like I
did your brother, Daenerys Targaryen,” Robert retorted, hefting the heavy war
hammer he had resting on his broad shoulder.
Cersei saw the woman’s eyes flare briefly, but it disappeared almost
immediately.
“You are a tall one aren’t you… what is the weather like up there? I see you
use a war hammer. That to make up for lack of a shaft?” the white haired
usurper asked sweetly.
“Fuck you, you fucking little yap dog, barking at my ankles!” Robert spat back
down at the tiny woman.
“So much for parlay. To me!” the tiny woman called out.
Cersei saw a quick movement out of the corner of her eye and turned her head to
the gathered dragons.
She saw Robert follow her gaze when she exclaimed under her breath.
On top of the black beast Oberyn sat with a feral smile on his face, starting
to dismount. Cersei saw that he had been sitting on a saddle of sorts, and that
he was wearing some form of gloves and chaps. Oberyn slid down the dragon’s
side and began to remove the articles.
On the white dragon sat Barristan Selmy, gazing at them with calm steely
resolve and, she thought a flicker of sadness as well. At least one person
would feel some sorrow for her passing, and that of her lout of a husband -
though she couldn’t really give a rat’s ass herself for Robert’s dissipated
legacy.
On the green dragon sat a big, hulking brute of a man. He wore no shirt, and
his head was bald.
He was not so pretty to look at.
Barristan and the massive man also dismounted their dragons as well, and
removed what Cersei surmised were articles of protection against the dragons’
heat. She could see some shrubs in a bed wilting and turning brown near the
black dragon’s hindquarters.
The men approached, stopping ten feet behind the tiny, white haired woman.
“These are all my champions. These are men of great valor and even greater
skill. You can fight them, or me. I would advise you Robert, to choose to fight
one of them, since when I kill you it will be written that the great Stag of
Baratheon was felled by little ol’ me. Can’t have that now, can we O Robert?”
the blond woman sing-songed to the King.
“Fucking cunt!” the towering man spat at the tiny woman, as he started to shake
with anger at the obnoxious little sprite.
“Now Robert, such language is unseemly before a woman isn’t it?” Cersei offered
up to her husband.
His only answer was a withering gaze down at her.
During the exchange the men gathered behind Daenerys had moved in closer.
Robert was half-ringed by the usurper and her three warriors, but he showed no
outward signs of fear. Cersei knew he intended to take them all down to hell
with him, if he could.
“I don’t fear any of you,” the Baratheon said. “Who wants to be the first to
die?!”
“Each of us have a reason for being here,” Daenerys said. “Barristan is my
Knight and he wishes to protect me, though I don’t need it. Strong Belwas wants
a lightworkout before he sits on your corpse and eats his late lunch. And
Oberyn, - well, Oberyn just wants to fight. And me, I just like killing men who
are full of themselves.”
Robert lifted his war hammer from his shoulder, taking a step back and swinging
it in vicious arcs over his head. For a long minute he weaved a complicated
dance of death with his hammer, before finally resting its massive weight back
on his shoulder.
“I think my war hammer would like to get very acquainted with each of you,” he
told the warriors arced around him.
The small woman stepped back a few feet and whipped out her sword. Cersei saw
that it had a bright blue glow. She had been right. She could see that the
light was coming from blue runes and filigree that were magically glowing up
through the metal. These were no mere etchings in the steel. Somehow they
glowed from within, making the metal shine bright and clear, with outlines that
were clear and distinct.
Daenerys started to twirl the sword around, rotating her wrist. She snatched
out a long-bladed dagger seemingly from nowhere and began a beautiful dance of
death, her sword and dagger flashing with lightning speed. She jumped, spun,
leaped and moved with the grace of a highly trained dancer, and finished with a
flourish.
She stayed in a low crouch for a moment, one leg forward and bent at the knee,
the other extended behind her on the ball of her bent foot. She held her blades
just above the ground, angled upward. She wore a feral smile when she slowly
stood up again.
She moved forward as Oberyn moved back, further than Daenerys had been and
began to spin his spear around in a two handed grip. The spear became a blur,
the two ribbons near the spearhead catching and holding Cersei’s gaze.
The spear was moving so fast Cersei could barely track it. Then, without
warning Oberyn jabbed forward, impaling an imaginary foe before finishing with
a flourish, winding the spear over his shoulders and then gripping it behind
his back and pivoting as he stepped forward with a lunge. Finished, he moved
back into the arc around Robert.
On cue, Barristan stepped back with his traditional broadsword. He took a
defensive position, and then without preamble set his blade to slicing through
the air in impressive, complicated patterns. The blade was nigh invisible it
moved so fast. Cersei could not help but jerk when he would suddenly lunge his
blade forward, stabbing with deadly intent.
Barristan’s macabre dance continued for another minute before he stopped and
resumed his place.
Now the large man who Cersei did not recognize had his turn. He just patted his
belly and laughed. “Strong Belwas is hungry - he will kill you quick, big man.”
Cersei noticed his huge body was crisscrossed with scars. He had gapped teeth,
and his bald head had no redeeming quality. She wondered where the whore could
have found him. Probably used him as a fuck toy, she thought spitefully. She
watched the man pull a deadly looking scimitar from its sheath before stepping
back.
Despite the man’s overweight girth, Cersei quickly realized that this hulk of a
man moved with the grace of an antelope. He was light on his feet and even
jumped gracefully from one complicated move to the next one, his blade first
high and then low making deadly arcs in the air. Then he too was finished.
Unlike the others, he moved right up to Robert, getting in his face. “I will
enjoy killing you. I will even let you cut me twice big man,” he told Robert
mildly.
Robert snorted down at him. “I will smash your brains out of your imbecile
skull before you even know what hit you, fat man. I will kill you, fa—!”
Cersei eyes whipped up to look hard at Robert’s face. He suddenly became stiff,
and started to fall forward. Belwas deftly caught Robert’s falling frame, his
heavy weight landing into Belwas’ bulk as the large man spun him around to lay
him on his back.
What? Cersei thought, not understanding what could have possibly happened to
Robert.
The white haired woman moved forward to stand over the fallen man. “Sigh,” she
said mockingly. “The bigger they are the harder they fall. Gods I love it when
a plan comes together. Good job Varys,” the woman threw the compliment to the
figure over Cersei’s shoulder.
Cersei whipped around to look at the vile man who called himself the Spider
approach with a smug smile on his face. He held a blowgun in his right hand.
She was certain if she squinted hard enough she would see a slimy trail behind
the ugly man. He should call himself ‘the slug’, she thought.
The bald eunuch came up to them. “My, my, my …oh excuse me. Our deposed king
has been stung by a bee I believe,” he said, bending down to one knee beside
Robert’s head and worming a hand beneath the back of it. “Ah, yes, here is the
stinger,” he said, standing up with a small dart in his hand.
“But why…?” Cersei asked out loud. Why go through all of this? Why didn’t the
bitch just kill them and get it over with? Was the white-haired slut that
afraid of Robert? Maybe she was not as ferocious as Cersei had thought.
“It’s over… I have won, Robert.” The woman told the fallen Baratheon. Suddenly,
Cersei heard Joffrey squealing and crying like a young child. She whipped
around and several of her goldcloaks held him in their grip as the boy
blubbered and shook in abject terror.
“Mother please!” the boy cried to her.
Cersei turned to look at the Targaryen who was staring at her with those
intense, violet eyes.
“What are you waiting for … get it over with bitch!” Cersei sneered at the
woman. She knew it was the end, but she found it strangely calming.
“Mommy save meeeee! Please!” Joffrey whimpered.
“I believe I will,” the white haired woman replied. “Robert Baratheon …I
condemn you… to exile.”
“WHAT!” Cersei barked at the slight woman in shock. “Exile…? I don’t
understand. Your letter said you would make House Baratheon suffer justice.”
“This is justice.”
“But but—I don’t understand.” Cersei was totally flummoxed. “You’re not going
to kill us?”
“Why should I?… I have won. It is over. And I am tired of killing,” the
Targaryen replied.
“Robert Baratheon, I exile you to Essos. You will be watched. I am merciful but
only grant clemency once. You will be on a ship bound across the Narrow Sea
with the tide.”
Daenerys made a motion to the goldcloaks holding Cersei’s sniveling son, who
had begun to twist and cry.
Although she loved her son, he disgusted her at that moment.
“Joffrey Baratheon, I am told you want to find your ancestral Valyrian sword
and discover the truth of the Doom of Valyria. Noble. You will be on a ship
bound for Volantis on the tide. This ship is being outfitted for just such an
expedition, with brave men who seek knowledge and truth. You will help them
discover what is to be found. I salute your bravery.”
The boy cried like a newborn babe as he was dragged away, still calling out for
his mother.
“You, Cersei, actually have a choice in your destiny.”
Cersei was confused by this change in what she thought was to be. She stared at
the Queen.
The woman stared at her with a neutral expression and calm equilibrium.
For several minutes silence filled the courtyard.
Finally, Cersei was forced to ask “What choices?”
“I give you three choices, Cersei Lannister. One: You can join you husband in
exile. Two: You can go back to Casterly Rock to your loving father and his
gentle ways.”
Cersei blanched and shivered at that. The Targaryen was silent again.
Another long silence ensued. Finally, “And number three?” Cersei asked
Daenerys.
“You can go to Dorne and train to become the warrior you have told so many you
wanted to become. There, no will keep you from becoming what you claim you want
to be.”
Cersei just stared at the Targaryen.
“You will train with Myrion Dwellen, the master trainer of Dorne. He trained
Oberyn, and he will train you. Your choice.” Daenerys paused. “I suggest you
take choice number two. I know you find number one repulsive, and you won’t be
able to handle number three.
“Three!” Cersei screamed.
“Then you will be on a ship to Dorne on the morning tide.” The Queen motioned
to several more goldcloaks, and they came to grab the fallen Lannister and
dragged her over to Oberyn before starting to walk off.
Daenerys Targaryen turned to Barristan. “I love it when a plan falls into
place.”
“But why send Cersei to Dorne for sword training, your Grace? … she is a
conceited and vile thing. We both know she is soft and will fail miserably
anyways,” Barristan asked his Queen.
“Barristan … please don’t be so truthful.” Daenerys smirked. “But really, I am
not so sure… I just have a feeling. There aren’t enough female warriors in this
world, Barristan.” the Queen answered. She gripped his arm in a warriors salute
as Belwas came up to join them. “Lets go explore my new kingdom,” she told
them, heading toward the Red Keep.
 
Oberyn
Oberyn was impressed, if not terribly disappointed. He had hoped to prove his
mettle against Robert Baratheon. He had so wanted to pit his spear versus the
legendary war hammer. Alas, it was not meant to be. The Queen had demanded
otherwise.
She had planned it all out, and damn if it did not unfold exactly as she had
predicted, even down to Belwas catching and putting Robert gently to the
ground. But dammit, he had wanted a fight!
He had argued vociferously with the Queen several times at the planning table
when they discussed her plans for the taking of Kings Landing. It was
bloodless! Where was the glory in that?
He had told her that it was too dangerous to leave the Barartheons alive. That
she would always be looking over her shoulder.
He finally had to shut up and stop arguing when Daenerys had looked over her
shoulder at him with an unconcerned look, her white eyebrow cocked. “Do I look
concerned Oberyn? I do have you to protect me, don’t I?” He gave up against
that wall of sarcasm, the snickers around the table more piercing than any
spear thrust.
He gave her props for her courage and skills. He knew he could beat her - he
was very sure he could beat her. At least, he was almost certain of it. He had
eyed her. This woman was Nymeria reborn and then some.
In a rare moment of candid honesty he wondered if truly could beat the woman.
He found her to be wickedly fast and surprisingly strong when they sparred. Her
body was water and smoke when they fought - his spear thrusts finding only
empty air while he himself wildly dodged sword thrusts and swipes that were
lightning fast. This woman did not hide in battle but was at the forefront, and
for that he admired her greatly.
He had thought of trying to bring her to his and Ellaria’s bed, but Tyrion from
the very first had dissuaded all from making any sexual overtures to the woman.
He had actually shook when he warned them, looking around furtively as if
afraid Daenerys would appear out of thin air.
When he had pressed Tyrion on the matter sensing something more, Tyrion just
shivered and spoke softly after looking around and then up at him: “Her sword
is not her only deadly weapon. Her mouth can be a most fearsome thing, Oberyn!”
It was strange indeed.
The Imp was a handsome man. Maybe he and Ellaria would let him grace their bed
instead. Ellaria craved being DPed and Obyron wondered what it would feel like
to be fucked by the dwarf. There certainly would be different angles and
other…. challenges. Time would tell.
Oberyn relished every moment once Cersei was brought to him. The Queen had made
clear, unfortunately, that the deposed Queen was to be unharmed. She didn’t say
anything about verbal harm though, he smirked.
He saw that Queen’s attention had drifted away from Cersei as he gripped her
elbow in a painful grip that would leave no bruise. “Come, cunt!” he spat at
Cersei. He loved her hiss of outrage. He pulled Cersei’s arm until the woman
fell in behind him.
“Not so mighty now, are you cunt? You are very lucky the Queen is a gentle
soul… else I would impale you on my spear, cunt.” He sneered at the beautiful
woman. “In fact, if it wasn’t for the Queen you would be raped by now, cunt!”
He felt the anger radiating from the woman. She glared at him and then sighed.
“I’ve been raped for half my life—what’s another hour Oberyn? Just another dick
raping me … might as well add you to the list.”
“Fuck you, cunt …when have you ever been raped?!” he barked at the woman.
“Oh let me see. Nineteen. Brought to a man who hardly knew my name, whom I
hated, and he took me like a whore, all the while calling me by another woman’s
name. Nothing for me… he just fucked me … gods dammed it hurt…” Cersei replied.
“Please Cersei. You spread your legs for more than Robert. Tell me, are the
rumors true about you and Jamie?”
“Yes.” To her credit Cersei didn’t deny it. “We started “fucking” when we were
twelve.”
“Then what the fuck are you talking about, cunt?!” he growled at her, taking
her down to the docks.
“Free will, Oberyn. Men have it and women don’t. You get to fuck us whenever
you want, whether or not we want it.”
“All of my women wanted it!” he exclaimed.
“Sure they did. The great Oberyn – the great spearsman eh? Your shaft is always
hard, isn’t it? … tip might be a little dull though…”
“Shut up!”
“Do you find, Belwas, is it… Do you find him attractive?” the beauty asked
softly.
Oberyn thought of the mighty but portly man with his hanging gut and his not so
handsome face “You know the answer to that, Cersei.”
“Oh is it my name now. Then let me give you a little scenario Oberyn. You’re
drugged and made helpless like a woman and you’re put on a bed at nineteen. The
drug has permanently robbed you of all your strength and prowess.
“Now we have sweet Belwas, with a gigantic cock I might add, a long, thick cock
and he comes to you, Oberyn. Does he seduce you and give you sweet foreplay?
Does he make you ache for him? Does he give you lubrication, Oberyn? Or does he
ram his thick dick up your ass and slam it home with savage fury as he rapes
you? Hmmm? How would that feel, oh once mighty Oberyn?” Cersei sweetly asked.
He glared back at her.
“For over fifteen years, never knowing when your big man would come to you and
rape you. But that is right, you deserve it - right sweet Oberyn?”
They walked on in sullen silence for a while down the street.
“Do you know how painful it is for a woman to get fucked when her cunt is dry,
Oberyn? Oh that’s right, you’re the great Dornish prince. I’m sure you have
never forced yourself on a woman before she was nice and wet for you, have you?
Sweet, always considerate Oberyn.” The former queen cooed to him with a vile
sneer on her face.
Oberyn said nothing, stone-faced. There had been a few times… “Shut the fuck
up!” he roared at the fallen queen, his conscience now yammering at him. He had
always been sweet to Elleria, but when the lust was on him…
He lightened his grip on Cersei’s elbow, the fight now gone out of them.
“Sometimes I wonder what I would have turned into if Eddard Stark had taken the
throne. Damn his stiff necked honor. Yes, Oberyn I have my tragic flaws - many
of them - but all I ever had surrounding me tore me down even further. Fed upon
me. Made my faults all the more glaring,” the blond beauty mused.
“I never had an ideal to strive for. So yes Oberyn, I am a cunt as you say.”
He turned to look at her. She was still a conceited, ill tempered, vain woman
who knew a lot about nothing, but he could see her point. To be taken over and
over … by a man you hate…
Oberyn was many things, some not so good - but he tried to be an honest man.
“Come Cersei. You said you wanted to be a warrior.”
 
Myrcella
Myrcella sat in front of her dresser brushing out her long, dark blond hair.
She looked at the reflection of her sparkling green eyes, full of life, gaiety
and love. She still could not believe how well her initial meeting with the
Queen had gone.
She had been so fearful. The rumors of the savage nature of the woman were
already becoming legend. She had fought in her battles. She was no general
hiding behind the lines giving directions; she was in the midst of the savagery
dispensing death on all sides. She had been truly afraid that the day of her
meeting with the Queen would be the day she breathed her last.
Her fears had seemed to come to fruition when the woman heard who she was. The
look that had passed over her face had been so dire. Westeros’ history was full
of entire houses that had been killed when a dynasty was established.
New rulers did not want to worry about threats from the old.
So Myrcella had thought for a surety her life was forfeit. Her only wish was to
save her wives; her pride.
She still felt a warm rush of love flow through her veins remembering how her
wives came to her side and demanded that the Queen take their lives to spare
hers. She had to chuckle, recalling the scrum that had developed as her pride
fought to save each other.
Then the Queen told her to arise, and treated her as an equal, telling her she
had a bright future if she lived up to her expectations and abilities.
She was so incredibly happy.
The new Queen had, from the first, involved Myrcella with the forming of her
new government and was having her take lessons on governing and the history of
Essos.
She had taken the younger girl out to test the newly designed dragon seats,
riding chaps, and gloves the Queen was commissioning so that non-Valyrians
could ride her dragons.  Daenerys wanted to perfect her designs that Oberyn and
Barristan had been using. She told Myrcella that soon more dragons would grace
the skies over Westeros and Esso. Myrcella was so excited to hear that but
wondered about that. Where would the Queen get more dragon eggs?
The Queen had asked if she would volunteer to ride Viserion. She needed to test
a setup sized for smaller riders, like women. Daenerys had told her she would
be with Viserion, getting him used to her riding his back until he accepted
her.
She had squealed like a little child climbing up on the white dragon and then
feeling him launch into the sky. She had flown on a dragon. Repeatedly! She
remembered the Queen smiling up at her as she flew by.   Afterwards, Daenerys
had given her treats to give the dragon, big chunks of meat she threw into its
opened mouth, followed by a big ox bone. The dragon had actually rumbled as he
took it gently from her. Afterwards, Viserion had actually rubbed her face with
his cheek. It had been hot, but so worth it!
Myrcella had felt so special with the white dragon rubbing her face with his
face. That was until Barristan had appeared on the field. Viserion had left her
in flash running over to Barristan squealing in happiness. The dragon rubbed
his face all over the older knight as he good naturedly complained.
Now the Queen had surprised her yet again. Ravens had arrived early this
morning. The Queen had conquered Westeros without firing one arrow, without any
battles. Without any deaths. Her parents were alive. The Queen had spared them!
She never thought that would happen.
Oberyn had railed at the Queen, telling her that one cannot let the deposed
regents live. They hadto be killed. They had shouted and cursed each other,
but, to Oberyn’s credit he backed down when he saw the Queen was adamant.
The Queen had visited Myrcella often just to talk and ask about her time in
King’s Landing, and about her parents. She had even asked her if she loved
them. “You make them sound pretty vain, self-focused, unwise and, well, lacking
as parents.”
“They’re my parents my Queen, I can’t help but love them.”
The Queen had smiled. “Good answer.”
And today her parents were alive.
Daenerys always seemed genuinely interested in Myrcella’s thoughts and answers.
The young woman longed to make the Queen appreciate and value her opinions and
efforts. She would strive hard to achieve the Queen’s grace.
She felt the smile on her face at her good fortune.
She remembered wearing a similar smile at another time. She thought back to
that day with Uncle Jon six years ago. Her and Tommen were playing hide and
seek in the main hall, hiding behind furniture and suits of armors. They had
seen him coming down the hall, with a serious look on his face.
Jon Arryn had always been a taciturn man, but they loved him just the same.
“Play with us Uncle Jon!” She had called to him.
He for some reason had a very pained look come across his face. He told her
that he had to see her father. It was a matter of great importance to the
safety of the realm.
They had grabbed his legs and Tommen jumped up to wrap his tiny body around
Uncle Jon, pleading. “Please, please, please…!”
He had relented and told them ‘only for a moment’. They played fifteen minutes
of hide and seek. Of course she knew now that he knew where they were the whole
time. Myrcella thought back to how their “uncle” played like it was so hard to
find their hiding spots. They crawled all over their Uncle laughing and jumping
around. Tommen even got up on his shoulders shouting, ‘I am King of the World!’
They had worn him out.
She remembered that he sat Tommen down after that, and got on his knee in front
of him. He asked: “What he would you do if you were king of the world?”
“I would be a king of truth, justice and love to the whole world!” Tommen had
shouted, a big smile on his face.
Uncle Jon had sobbed and patted his head, then hugged him hard that day and
whispered into his ear “Never change Tommen!” Myrcella had then wrapped her
arms around him and whispered in his ear, “I wish you were my father.” He had
cried so hard hearing that.
After he composed himself, he got up and went back down the hall toward his
tower of the hand. She had asked him where he was going. Didn’t he have to meet
with their father?
He turned around “It was really was not that important after all Myrcella.
Never change, my sweet angel. Don’t you or Tommen ever change.”
Myrcella felt Arianna saddle in behind her on the bench. She pressed into her
Lioness. Arianna’s naked body felt so warm and voluptuous against Myrcella’s
hot tight teenage body. Her large full breast pressed into Myrcella’s back
flattening as she took the brush out of her lover’s hand and pulled the
lithesome beauty’s body hungrily into her flat stomach and full tits.  
Myrcella felt Arianna thick long stiff nipples digging into her back through
the thin material.
Arianna reached down for the hem of Myrcella's sheer slip and pulled on it. 
Myrcella lifted her ass enough for Arianna to pull it up and off Myrcella's
slender nubile body her long blond hair cascading down from the neck line.
Arianna’s mouth was on the princess’s throat nibbling and her hands cupped and
massaged the girl’s little doves. Arianna’s hands tweaked the girl’s nipples
pulling and squeezing the now rock hard nipples filling Myrcella’s breast with
aching heat. The Lannister’s pussy was already so fucking wet as she tilted her
head over and their mouths came together heatedly.
Arianna’s right hand fingertips slowly circled on the Lannister's smooth inner
thigh of the princess's leg.  Arianna slowly circled her fingers up the
princess's leg to her heated now dripping core.  Myrcella smelled her thick
musk filling the room. Arianna broke their heated kiss "Oh gods your cunt
smells so good baby!" Arianna groaned into Myrcella's ear.   Arianna’s fingers
were now rubbing up and down Myrcella’s already dripping slit. The princess of
Dorne worked and rolled the princess of Lannister’s swollen inner cunt lips for
a minute. Lips that were already so slimy and wet with flowing love juice.
Arinna gripped the back of Myrcella's head pulling her wife's mouth back
hungrily to hers and shoved her tongue deep into Myrcella's mouth.  Myrcella
gagged into Arianna’s mouth feeling her wife’s first two fingers slowly worm
into her buttery cunt and start pumping in slow and deep stroking her heated
core. Arianna’s tongue now down her throat as the princess’s eyes rolled back
and her body convulsed. Myrcella body shivered feeling her wife slow stroke in
and out her tight cunt. In and out Arianna worked an initial slow rhythm
stretching out her wife’s cunt. Arianna moaned into Myrcella’s mouth feeling
the girl’s hot inner folds wetly suck on her pumping fingers.
Thoughts roiled in Myrcella’s mind of her supposedly prime and proper mother
who was on her way to Dorne. She wondered what that meeting would be like. She
looked forward to showing her mother personally the Targaryen way.
She would have smiled but her face slashed with primal pleasure. Arianna had
her stroke now and was ramming her long fingers deep into Myrcella’s hungry
pussy. Myrcella’s inner petals gripped tight on the fingers working hard up
into her eighteen year old belly. Her wife’s hand pumping her long fingers so
deliciously deep up Myrcella’s twat. The sounds of a hand slapping hard into a
wet vulva loud in the room.
Arianna's left hand was back on Myrcella's swollen breasts cupping and
massaging with hard squeezes.  Arianna's hand moving up to cup and grind into
Myrcella's peach sized tits.  Her palm rasping the hard nipple and rolling the
throbbing nubbin.  The Martell's hand moving from breast to breast back and
forth rolling, squeezing and grinding the engorged breasts and teats harder as
their fuck lust rose.
Arianna was kissing Myrcella’s throat with hot kisses and kissing down her
wife’s collarbone down to Myrcella’s shoulder kissing it all over. Then the
Martell kissed back up the perfect collarbone and up Myrcella’s cawing throat
before mating their lips tight. Their lips melded and tongues hungrily twirled
around in Myrcella’s mouth dancing and writhing in twined slippery love.
For the next few minutes Myrcella was fucked hard by her sweet lover. They
would break their heated kiss so Myrcella and Arianna could get their breath.
The older woman ramming her fingers in hard with a strong piston motion.
Then Arianna slammed her fingers in to the third knuckle holding them in deep
fluttering and ground her hand into Myrcella’s sloppy wet cunt. The Martell’s
palm grinding into Myrcella’s swollen shiny nubbin tormenting it with wet
friction.
Arianna wiggled her fingers in a fluttery motion deep in Myrcella’s cum filled
cunt. Arianna moaned feeling her wife’s sodden cunt folds work through her
fingers as they worked up and down churning through the slimy inner folds. All
the while Arianna now worked her thumb rubbing over the teen’s rigid clit.
Arianna felt Myrcella’s clitoral hood squirting around underneath her rolling,
jamming thumb.
They were not kissing at the moment and Myrcella’s head lulled into her wife’s
throat. Her face filled with seeming anguish that was only ecstasy ripping hard
slashes across her features. “Huunggg hhnngg unnggg unnhhh ,.. Oh Arianna … you
always fuck me so good. You always make me cum so fucking hard—auugggg hhnnggg
hhnggg!” the beautiful teen chuffed. She was so in love with her wives.
A light sheen of perspiration was starting to cover their bodies.  Their bodies
slipping and jerking against each other as their bodies writhed in pleasure. 
Myrcella’s cum had wept up her belly, down her ass cheeks and along her upper
thighs. Arianna worked back and forth between pumping her fingers into
Myrcella’s cunt and burying and churning the princess’s inner folds with her
fluttering fingers her thumb rolling the clit jutting out its hood. Their
mouths again mated tight as tongues dueled in heated love.
Myrcella’s groans swallowed by Arianna’s hot mouth locked with hers, as the
older woman’s long tongue swept over her tonsils. Myrcella gripped the woman’s
shoulders her body half twisted as hard shudders began to form deep in her
belly.
Sensing Myrcella was on the precipice and ready to topple off Arianna started
slamming her fingers in and out her wife's hot now wildly spasming cunt hole.
Then the lead lioness of the Pride of Dorn was screaming into Arianna’s mouth.
Their mouths locked tight. Their tongues wetly wrestled deep in the teen’s
mouth. The teen’s body flipped and jackknifed hard into the body of her wife as
the older woman looped her free arm around Myrcella’s body. She held her wife
tight to her body as the teenager’s body shook violently while Myrcella’s pussy
clenched hard on the fingers still plunging in hard and deep into the exploding
twat.
Myrcella mind drifted in her orgasmic high. She thought idly how she never knew
how she would be taken next. Would it be singly like now? The twins liked to
hunt paired up and devour her. Arianna freely paired up with a twin or joining
them both to simply overwhelm Myrcella with their combined adore.
Of course it worked the other way too. They all preyed on each often as targets
of opportunities. Opportunities Myrcella never passed up.
Like yesterday she had caught Loreza in the private area of the royal stables
that only the high royals were allowed. She had found her sweet lioness in the
tact room working her leathers. She had forcefully stripped her wife as Loreza
gasped and mewled with cum trickling down her thighs as she was roughly
stripped like a wonton whore.
Then Myrcella shoved Loreza down over the tact bench and fucked her from behind
with her fingers pounding her love’s drooling love box. She pressed the sand
snake down hard into the bench mashing her little tits hard into the wood. The
wood grinding in on Loreza’s rock hard nipples. She was bent over her wife
kissing her upper back and snaking her free hand underneath the writhing sand
snake pinching and pulling on Loreza’s nipples.
Myrcella all the while whispering to Loreza “You’re my slut aren’t you Loreza?
… you love how I take and fuck you like the slut you are! Gods be damned you
are so fucking wet for me.” Myrcella convulsed harder in her current orgasm
thinking of how Loreza cried out “I’m your fucking slut!”
Myrcella’s face slashed in memories of Loreza screams of orgasm. She had
reveled in her wife’s body as it shook and convulsed in strong aftershocks. She
had stripped quickly then and got on her knees behind her wife bent over the
tact bench still. Loreza’s muscles were still quivering madly from her womb
rending orgasm and strong aftershocks.
Myrcella leaned in on her knees and mashed her face deep into Loreza’s cunt and
ate her out from behind. Her mouth made wet sloppy sounds devouring her wife’s
drooling clam. She sucked in hot mouthfuls of cunt petals. She then pulled and
slurped on the slimy labia lips. She feasted on her wife’s cunt hole. Myrcella
punched her tongue in deep into the steamy cauldron drinking her wife’s sweet
cum.
Myrcella would work her tongue up and down the drenched slit raking her tongue
over Loreza's bulging clit that made Loreza cry out in helpless pleasure.
Myrcella bent lower and tongue lashed Loreza's swollen clit with fast tongue
swipes. Then sucking Loreza's clit between her lips and quick sucking before
spitting it out and tongue lashing again as Loreza jolted and whooped in
ecstasy.  Back and forth Myrcella worked her wile's clit first tongue lashing
Loreza's clit.  Her tongue slapping and stabbing hard the shiny nodule as
Loreza cried out in shrieks of ecstasy.  Then Myrcella again sucked the clit
deep into her mouth and tongue lash while hard sucking on her wife's clit and
polishing it with her swirling tongue.  Myrcella repeated this loving torment
again and again.  
Then Myrcella moved her face up and glued her lips around her wife’s cunt hole.
Her head punching in and out pounding her curled tongue in and out her wife’s
heated core. Her tongue scooped hot dollops of sweet creamy cum. Each gulp of
her wife’s cum was so heavenly.
Then Myrcella’s mouth worked up to lick and rim her wife’s asshole. Myrcella’s
hands gripped her wife’s hard toned ass cheeks spreading her ass crack wide
open. Myrcella moaned hard seeing Loreza’s asshole clutching before her. She
lapped and rimmed the sweet anus with her fervid tongue licking harder and
harder. Then Myrcella pushed her stiffened tongue into the yielding sphincter
ring.
Loreza cried out in ecstasy. “Oh gods Myrcella! Fuck my hot tight asshole with
your long tongue! Uunngg hhnngg hhnnggg uunnhhh!” the sand snake grunted in
primal bliss. The sand snake pushing back with her body to take her wife’s
tongue deeper up her pinching asshole.
Soon Myrcella had her tongue buried deep in Loreza’s asshole. Myrcella working
her head to drive her tongue even deeper with long strokes up into Loreza’s
ass. The sand snake squealed in sharp pleasure begging her wife to drive her
tongue ever deeper up her tight ass. Myrcella reveled in the tight pinching on
her probing tongue. Myrcella’s head started a hammering motion up and down
driving her tongue so deep up her wife’s ass.
Myrcella brought her right hand to her wife’s cunt and quickly worked two
fingers into Loreza’s swollen quim and pound her wife’s quim hard. Myrcella
fucked the eighteen year hard and deep like she craved it. Loreza’s cunt
tightly gripped the fingers pounding her cunt. All the while Myrcella rimmed
and tongue fucked her wife’s sweet asshole.
Loreza reached back underneath herself and rubbed her clit furiously. Myrcella
felt Loreza’s body begin to shake with short jerks until her body was shaking
like she was in a howling sandstorm. Sensing Loreza’s orgasm was at hand
Myrcella jammed her head forward fully burying her tongue up Loreza’s hot
asshole. Then Loreza’s body exploded
"Nnggmmnnggeee annggmmnnniieeee!" Loreza screamed as she had an anal and
vaginal orgasm that fed off each other ripping her womb and asshole to shreds.
Loreza reached back and gripped a fistful of Myrcella’s blond hair and jammed
Myrcella's face deep into her ass cleft keeping her wife’s tongue buried up her
exploding asshole. "Mnnnggiieeee! Ungghh! Ohnngg! Ummggnnggmmniieeee!" Loreza
wailed her body surging and flipping, shocked by fierce seizures of ecstasy.
The sand snake jammed back with her body while her hand jerked forward with its
clenched twisted hair knot mashing her wife’s face deep into her ass cleft.
Myrcella remembered thinking even though they were lionesses, her sweet Loreza
sounded like a mare in heat getting fucked by her stallion: Myrcella. Myrcella
moaned louder for Arianna as she remembered Loreza’s asshole gripping her
tongue so hard with each pulse of Loreza’s orgasm.
Back in the present, Myrcella thought, gods she and Arianna were going to fuck
and fuck and fuck the late morning away. Myrcella’s body was flushed and now
sweat soaked. She felt slutty and the thought exulted her.
Her body convulsed thinking about tonight her body still cumming hard. Her and
Arianna would be refreshed by then. Dorea and Loreza had gone on a wild boar
hunt with their father. They would be full of the blood lust and so fucking
horny when they returned.
On the nights of a hunt Arianna and Myrcella were the gazelles to be hunted and
brought down and devoured. She knew the sisters would fuck her and Arianna
blind. Then exhausted and covered in sweat and cum they would lean back on the
carved headboard of their bed and watch the sisters fuck deep into the night in
hot intense love.
By the seven gods she was a slut. Life was indeed good.
Epilogue
Jon Arryn   (6 years ago)
Jon Arryn had been slowly working up to telling Robert the truth of this
“children” and his near assassination by Peytr Baelish had convinced him he
needed to tell Robert the truth now.
Jon Arryn sat at the desk of the hand in his quarters, his fingers tapping the
surface. He knew what honor dictated he do. He had been hell bent to tell King
Robert the truth of his children’s lineage. Joffrey was a shit and a total
loss. But sweet Myrcella and Tommen… thank the old gods they had reminded him
of their sweet natures.
Honor could take a walk. Was it honorable to have children put to the sword? He
had known what would happen, but he had subsumed it underneath the guise of
honor. FOOL!
How would his actions be written in the books of history? Would history
remember this age as a time of dishonor because of him? Or would it be
remembered as… what … an age of reclamation?
***** Prophecy Postponed *****
                                   Chapter 5
                              Prophecy Postponed
                                 4 months ago
    Bran / Margery / Eddard / Sansa / Arya / Daenerys / Bran / Loremasters
Bran
Bran laughed as he quickly ran away from his scolding mother. After all these
years, Bran wondered why his mother still even tried. He was going to climb the
walls of Winterfell. He felt it was his birthright. His father scolded him as
well and rolled his eyes when he needed to, but generally looked the other way.
He was letting Bran express his individuality, and Bran loved him for it. His
father always told him: “son, just be sure of your grip, and plan out your
route.”
He went to the broken tower to take on that challenge for today, and climbed
amongst the ruins and ran along the uneven timbers, scaring the qworking crows.
He laughed as they vaulted to the sky, complaining noisily.
His sixteen year old fingers itching to continue climbing, he immediately
continued his ascent, his fingers and the toes of his boots finding the little
holds they had long memorized. In a heartbeat he was two-thirds of the way up
the tower.
He turned, and noticed a large raven sitting on a corbel looking at him. How
strange… The bird was focusing on him with his beady eyes. Bran then noticed a
scroll tied to its leg. A messenger raven! Then he noticed on the corbel on his
opposite side, another raven landed and qworked loudly.
Bran turned to look at the new arrival. He froze, startled and afraid. The
raven had a third eye on its forehead. It squawked furiously in his direction,
all three eyes boring into him.
Suddenly both ravens launched themselves into the air, but instead of flying
off they flapped to him and furiously started to peck at his hands, their sharp
strikes ridiculously painful. He began to lose his grip, the pain from the
stabbing pecks too sharp for his fingers to keep in their holds. He started to
slip.
“Nnnnooooooooo!” Bran shrieked as he lost his hold and plummeted down to the
ground.
He felt sharp, agonizing pain in his back. He instinctively knew his back had
been broken. He would never walk again. He would never be a knight and marry a
maiden fair!  Then Bran’s world went black.
Long he drifted on a sea of blackness neither truly aware or concerned. His
dreams had shattered along with his back. He would never again ride a horse or
practice swinging a sword. He would never get to fight for what was just. He
would never win the hand of a maiden fair and father many strong knights and
sweet maidens. Never have children to marry some strong Lord or fair maiden. He
was as broken as his dreams.
He felt the air disturbed by beating wings that filled his mind with the
buffeting of air, and then the wings punching into his face. He tried to swat
the damn bird away, but suddenly he felt the its beak hammering into his skull.
“Let go … the past is no more—embrace the future. See with your mind and not
your eyes. Focus on the world and not your small self. See. See. See. See.”
The bird pecked his head hard with his hammering bill.
The first few times this happened, his mind would groggily wake only to
immediately fall back into unconsciousness.  
Then the time came that the bird awoke him from the blackness and he did not
slip back into it. Visions exploded across his mind. He saw the sky filled with
swirling birds cawing wildly and then diving to the Earth. He saw his body in
the roots of a tree, becoming one with it. He saw his father sharpening his
sword, and then his two sisters nervously awaiting their mates at the altar. He
saw two teenage children roughly his age guiding him over stones up a rocky
island.
He shook his head. He was flying so high in she sky he felt he could touch the
sun. Far below he saw a dragon and direwolf frolicking in gaiety, their bodies
shimmering, becoming human and making passionate love in a glade full of
flowers - but the distance was too great to see who they were.
“Give up the past. Accept your future. You are late. You must fly, fly.”
“I can’t. My arms aren’t strong enough. I have no legs!”
“Your mind is your wings … Law is your truth—embrace it! Fly to the sun and
dive deep into the Earth! Become one with the Tree of Life and the One Tree.
Save yourself, save your family, save our land.
“Find the dragon that sleeps with the wolf. She will protect you. Find find
find! Together they will slay slay and then guide guide.”
“Forget your arms and forget your legs! You are the Greenseer and a true warg.
See with your third eye. Let go. Accept the destiny you were born for. The mind
is the portal to all things … use it and be free! Free yourself self self!”
“Forget the world of man. It is a small, paltry thing. You will be the knight
that binds evil to the Earth and guides the Warden to the new Staff of Law. You
must not fail. Fail. Fail.”
Margery
The scroll was nothing if not inspiring. It was all hogwash; it had to be.
There was no way that the Conqueror of Essos would be almost suing for peace.
That she wanted to give amnesty and forgive and forget. That all she wanted was
justice, and justice for all to boot. No, it was some clever trap.
“I think we must act to take out this threat, Grandmother. She is an unknown.
We have no idea what her true goals are.”
“I think it is in her letter, Margaery. Sometimes the truth is plain to see.
This woman is seeking peace … can’t you see that?”        Olenna Tyrell gently
chided and guided. Margaery could see the disappointment in her grandmother’s
wise eyes.
“NO! She is a threat and must be removed.”
Olenna sighed heavily. “Child. Not all actions require such drastic actions. I
know we poisoned Joffrey with blood worms from the Basilisk Islands. A poison
that had you drinking moon tea for several months to kill off the parasites
gradually, I might add.”
“I would do it again in a heartbeat to defend Highgarden and House Stark!”
Margaery hotly responded.
“Yes, I know. You would give your life for your beloved, but calm down. Not all
situations require such a severe Game of Thrones response, my granddaughter.
Are you becoming like your husband-to-be, my dear? You sound an awful like
Joffrey.”
Margaery gasped, sitting back in her chair as if slapped. Her breath shortened.
“No. I have not become what I hate.”
“Then stop acting like it!”
Chastised, Margaery became the dutiful granddaughter. That last remark had cut
her to the quick. Her Stark love would never love her, marry her, if she let
her soul become darkened.
“Don’t worry your pretty head, Margaery. You must learn to control your darker
impulses. I had them once when I was your age. I often thought with my cunt and
not my head. Learn control. Do not make the mistakes I made in my youth. Not
all situations require an iron fist. Many only need the velvet glove.” Olenna
paused. “Sansa is a Stark and will follow you through the gates of hell … if
you don’t forget yourself.”
“Yes Grandmother. I will not disappoint her—I mean you.”
She watched her grandmother smirk. She knew Sansa had Margaery wrapped around
her little finger.
“The woman has had three husbands. None were long for the world. She seems to
be a black widow, though I do admit, it does seem to be more a twist of fate
than any overt act done by her that did them in.”
Margaery watched her grandmother tap her lips with her index finger.
“I wonder if she will try to fulfill her family’s sigil and marry twice more. I
can offer Loras and Renly. That would make them happy I am sure. They could be
together and fuck the church right underneath its nose. It’s always nice when
you can cram it up priests pinched tight assholes.
“I have heard her appetite for sex is phenomenal. Your brother is bisexual, but
Renly is as gay as they come. He is the gold standard. I know you much much
prefer women but you could sleep with man if you must and enjoy it to further
your political ambitions.
If the Queen chooses the route of marrying a man or men for political reasons
we would have to finesse that situation to make it work. We can’t have Renly
gumming up the works so to speak.”
Margaery started to snicker, picturing Renly having to perform his duties of a
husband to the new Queen.
“Of course I have heard reports that Varys is not privy to.”
“What would those be granmama?”
“Her appetites when she came out of the Red Wastes were decidedly female in
nature.” She smiled, seeing Margaery’s interest instantly pique. “She was said
to bed exclusively women. I would say all her marriages were either arranged as
per custom or for political reasons - she may choose to wed you, Margaery. You
must prepare yourself for that eventually. …and no poison—at least not yet.”
Oleena smirked.
“I think she’s straight, granmama. I would never marry three men or even
tolerate being betrothed to that many men … I would absolutely refuse!”
“Now, now, Margaery.” Oleena soothed her granddaughter, patting her hand.“Be
careful of what you say you would or would not do dear, but in this reality I
do agree. I need to prepare for all possibilities. Would Sansa be open to
marrying both you and Daenerys Targaryen?”
“She would initially refuse, granmama. She has that stiff-necked Stark resolve.
You know that ‘honor before all’ thing they have. Of course, that is why I fell
for her so fast...”
“You sure it was not her height, bosom, tight ass, or pretty blue eyes?” Olenna
teased.
Margaery blushed.
Olenna felt the need to grouse again at her granddaughter lack of self-control.
“But why oh why did you give her your maidenhead, dear? Couldn’t you have
waited?”
“NO—I-I-I mean.. no granmama … I wanted her—all of her and I wanted to give her
the gift only a woman can give. I do not regret our decision one bit! I love
her with all my heart. I would give my life for her!”
Olenna sighed and shook her head. “The fires of youth. Will she marry the
Targaryen if she must to be with you?”
Margaery looked smug. She patted her pussy. “She will marry Daenerys if I ask
her to. She is insatiable, mother. We could in time come to love the woman if
she is good and kind. If she loves us equally, I could see it working. Sansa
would resist at first, but she would do it for me.
“We will do what is necessary to be together. Even if that means sharing our
love with a third wife.”
“I know you will be able to make her see sense dear, if it comes to it.
Hopefully, it won’t come to that. Daenerys will marry the person she must think
will further her claim to the throne. She is ambitious, that is clear. That
should mean she won’t be marrying you.”
“Hhheeeyyyyyyy!” Oleena’s granddaughter groused, offended that anyone would not
choose her. She was very competitive.
“But granmama, what kind of woman is she? The reports about her are all over
the map. She crushes city states and brings Dothraki Khalasars to heel. She was
brutal in several uprisings in her conquered cities. But then you also hear of
her spending days breaking slave chains, fostering the noble children of killed
masters and getting them adopted across Essos, not permitting rape and showing
the greatest respect to the nobles that join her cause. She is a total
dichotomy.”
“Very good assessment, granddaughter. Yes she is a dichotomy. But I see a
pattern. If she goes to war with you, she will annihilate you and then show you
the utmost mercy if you will take the hand she offers in victory.” Olenna
paused, thinking of Westeros’ recent past and what was written in the history
books.
“I only wish that our Land’s past had been written by this woman. She has
showed more restraint and compassion than our own House has in conflicts with
the Lannisters and Martells. I, for one, will hear her out. Would you have
written this letter?”
Margaery’s head hung down. “You know I wouldn’t have.”
“Then learn, granddaughter. Learn.
“We can work with this Targaryen. I thought Rhaegar was the one that was
prophesied in A Song Of Fire And Ice but it is clear that it was written for
Daenerys. They say the Dothraki call her the Mare that Mounts the world.”
Margaery rolled her eyes.
“We willwork with this woman.”
“If we must!” Margaery pouted like the teenager she still was.
Olenna sighed again. “Stop listening to your cunt! Your hormones will be your
downfall if you don’t learn to control your emotions. Will you please let Sansa
temper that fire you keep burning down there?” Olenna spoke directly, motioning
her head at Margaery’s groin.
“Besides this, you are not looking at it properly Margaery. I have been privy
to her conversations with Oberyn and Tyrion. She is quite liberal and
progressive in her thoughts. I think she will solve many of my grandchildren’s
problems.”
“How so?” Margaery asked, taking the bait.
“I hear it told that she will push through equal primogeniture. The allowing
the marriage of same sex marriage will follow soon after.”
“But why? She’s straight.”
“She is as gay as you and Sansa. I will cut off my tits if I’m wrong.”
“Think about it. I am grooming you for the leadership of Highgarden and you
want to marry Sansa and openly love her as your wife. Daenerys Targaryen will
cause both to occur. Mark my words, Margaery Tyrell. Mark my words.”
 
Eddard
The note from the future queen sat on Eddard’s desk. He turned it again,
mulling over the words of the young Targaryen woman.
He sighed. It seemed that every generation found a spark to go to war. He had
reluctantly joined Robert in his rebellion. He had been drawn to the supposed
rescue of his sister. He had had his doubts from the beginning. Still,
betrothals had to be kept. He himself had followed his duty and married a woman
he did not even know.
He shuddered. What if I had chosen differently? I would be married to Cersei
Lannister. He had killed good men for what he now considered some stupid ideal.
Honor must be followed of course, but he did not see its luster anymore. He had
learned that maybe a shade of grey was more suitable sometimes. Honor had many
facets, he now knew.
Dammit! Now Robb’s generation had an excuse to go to war and have its
bloodletting.
Then again…
It seemed that Daenerys Targaryen was going to bend over backwards to avoid
war. He would try to accommodate her, he truly would. Unfortunately, he had
other responsibilities that may force him to fight a war he did not want.
His first duty was the protection of the realm from a threat they no longer
believed in. He did believe. He was of the north and the north did not forget.
Winter was coming.
The woman was a walking contradiction. She both fought savagely and forgave
freely. But which governed which? Why had she taken on the slave trade? The
fact that she had totally crushed it in three years, and oh by the way brought
most of the Dothraki to heel, was also stunning. How? He tried to push down his
cultural conditioning. It did not matter if she was a woman; she was obviously
a leader and a warrior.
One thing that came across again and again in reports about Daenerys, this
woman fought her own battles. She had accepted every challenge and won.
Eddard stared at the fire but did not see the flames. He remembered Arthur
Dayne. Dammit! Twenty years later and it still bothered Eddard, killing that
honorable man. By the old gods he did not want to fight another war with his
fellow Westerosi.
And Eddard had another worry. What if she had the taint? Her savagery made him
wonder. But then again, she also showed mercy. The gods knew her father had
shown none. He still remembered seeing his father and brother off when they
were summoned by king Aerys II Targaryen. They had never come back.
Even if she did not evidence the madness now, would she in the future? How long
did one live before you could be sure they would not fall into madness? Eddard
started turning the letter over and over again as he thought.
And then, there was what happened to Bran. It was too great to be a
coincidence. Bran never falls, and he falls the day, no almost the moment, that
the letter arrives from this new would-be queen.
They were related. They had to be and it frightened him. Once more House
Targaryen and House Stark’s fates would be intertwined. He could not seem to
escape it. Eddard sighed in his soul. Please old gods let the outcome be
different. Let Daenerys Targaryen not be her father, or like the reports of her
late brother, Viserys.
He had to read this woman without ever meeting her. He knew his advisors would
say he must be cautious and not trust this unknown woman from a mad, fallen
house.
The problem was his instincts told him this woman was the answer to the
prophecy of A Song Of Ice and Fire. If this was so then it was his duty to bend
the knee. He had no problem, if only not for the news from Beyond the Wall. He
knew what counsel the new Queen would be receiving of the Wall and Night’s
Watch.
They’d say that they only defended the realm from gremlins and hobgoblins. The
only problem was that the monsters were oh so very real.
He would need to make a decision in the not to distant future. Which way would
he choose?
Was Daenerys Targaryen mad, or was she not? Was she a cruel despot or a woman
who wanted to be benevolent? He chuckled to himself. Was she Cersei Lanister or
Olenna Highgarden? Both were ambitious, but one was a silly strumpet and the
other worthy of being Queen if the rules of succession had allowed it and
history had been different.
He drummed his fingers on the desk. The woman also had another big factor that
worked in her favor. Dragons. Dragons made right. He had made sure to follow
her use of her dragons. She had butchered armies on the fields and navies on
the oceans. She had used them on the cities but judiciously, to only destroy
her direct enemies.
She had never used them to slaughter the everyday citizens. He admired that
restraint. She had to be very intelligent to conquer so much of Essos. What she
had not conquered, she had formed solid, tight relationships with, such as the
Free Cities, the kingdoms of Yi Ti and the Summer Islands. The amount of power
this woman had collected was staggering.
And despite this, she was not using it. She was showing more restraint than he
had ever seen with anyone. He had read many history tomes since Daenerys
Targaryen had appeared on the map. She seemed to truly be only interested in
crushing the slave trade. She was not overtaking, she was halting.
He had seen reports that the Summer Islanders and Free Cities were rushing in
with aid and establishing a nascent trade that was already producing jobs and
income for the former slaves and the nobles that had joined in her efforts.
They were reaping benefits and rewards for using their expertise and economic
ties.
He would work with Daenerys Targaryen, if he could. Winter was coming, and he
would be ready. Even if had to sacrifice the north, he would defend the realm.
He could only hope that Daenerys and the south deserved the North’s sacrifice.
Sansa
Robb had come to Sansa when he was given the message from Daenerys Targaryen.
He had waited patiently while his sister read the letter for herself. When she
finished, she looked up at her oldest brother.
“What do you think this means?”
“I don’t know, Sansa.” They discussed all the ramifications of the letter
itself and the history of the Targaryen in Essos. They, like their father, were
not sure what to make of the woman. She and Robb decided that they would just
have to wait and hope that she did indeed live up to the high words of her
letter.
Robb then told her the latest unease about the Wall and what lay beyond it.
They discussed these issues a while, and then finally Robb left. He was worried
about how the coming troubles of the Wall would affect his love, Alys Karstark.
She still kept her love a secret close to her heart. Her love, Margaery Tyrell,
was so much closer to Daenerys Targaryen. Would she get swept up into the Game
of Thrones? She knew her love was very drawn to that particular game. She could
only pray to the old gods that Margaery showed restraint and wisdom. She had to
hope that Olenna, her grandmother, would show her normal caution and deft
control of the pieces on the game board.
Highgarden was next door to King’s Landing. That was Daenerys’ ultimate goal.
She started to brush her hair, looking at her reflection. She mused on the
immediate future.
She worried for her North and she worried for Highgarden now that half her
heart resided there.
Sansa wanted desperately to reunite with Margaery. Her father was holding off
on her and Arya’s marriages. He knew that they were neither anxious to be
married off.
She snorted, brushing her hair. It was their father trying to protect his
daughters from being shipped off like heifers to the highest bidder, while
their mother seemed hell bent to get her daughters married off.
Sansa took a deep breath, calming herself. She tried to see it from her
mother’s perspective. She had been promised to Brandon, whom she had at least
met and developed a rapport with. Then when he had been killed, she had married
his brother. She tried to see from her mother’s point of view. She performed
her duty, and now it was her daughters’ turn.
It still did not make it right!
Sansa had to figure out some way to get south or bring Margaery north. Which
course would be safest? There was danger from both directions.
This separation from Margaery was killing her. Only being able to communicate
through ravens. They were as open as possible in their missives but she hated
it that she could not come out and just say: “I love you Margaery and I so want
to be your wife.” She was getting closer and closer to throwing caution to the
wind.
She had nearly lost her mind when she was betrothed to Joffrey Baratheon.
Margaery had assured her that it would never be consummated, and sure enough he
had come down ill a few nights before their marriage.
They had poisoned him. That was clear enough, reading between the lines in the
letter she received from a distraught Margaery ‘weeping’ over her sick husband.
The little rat deserved death!
She was nervous as she finished combing out her hair, the red tresses all silky
and shining. Just the way Margaery liked it when they made love. She ached to
have Margaery back in her bed, making passionate love over and over again.
Sansa went over in her mind the contradictions of Daenerys Targaryen. She was
nothingbut contradictions. She would have to just trust the letter and the
noble words written in it.
The woman had amassed an army and navy like the world had never seen. She had
three dragons that she had used to crush the slave trade that had existed for
five thousand years. She did it in only three years. She could easily take what
she considered was hers with her forces.
She had now added Dorne to her powerbase. The woman was literally unstoppable,
and yet here she was, stopping herself.
That had to mean something. Her freeing of all the slaves and her restraint
showed the Targaryen’s heart. She had to believe that.
Her father was grim but resolved. She was not able to pick up any great urgency
from him. He was a master in masking his emotions. But Sansa was still his
daughter. She could read so much from the slight grimace and squinting of his
eyes that made his crow’s feet appear, and the way he shifted his shoulders in
worry.
He had not evidenced any of his usual signs of concern. He was wary but did not
feel the need for immediate action. That thought calmed her heart. They had
time. She had time.
Sansa remembered how her heart had nearly burst out of her chest, beating so
hard. When the letter first arrived she had accosted her father in the hall.
She had been so distressed with how the dragon queen’s arrival would affect
Margaery it had made her reckless.
She had again and again asked her father how this might affect Highgarden. When
he wanted to move on and talk to his captains, she had actually grabbed his arm
saying she must know.
The strange look he had given first her and then her hand on his arm made her
blanch. She quickly made an excuse about Loras and her fear for him. He had
been mollified then, but she could tell that he did not fully believe her
despite letting it rest.
How could she have been so stupid and reckless? She could not bring dishonor
onto Margaery until Olenna could arrange for them to be together. She was ready
to elope to be with Margaery. She would sacrifice her entire life in Winterfell
if she had to.
Still, she would be more careful in the future. She had to be.
Sansa chuckled, thinking of how excited Arya was. Daenerys Targaryen was the
living embodiment of all her childhood dreams of dragons and the might of the
Targaryen dragon lords. The dragons were long dead, and Robert Baratheon had
removed their skulls from the Great Hall.
They had passed into legend for years. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, reports
emerged from the distant deserts of Essos that a Targaryen still lived. That
some mighty Lord had been reborn? Then the reports got even stranger.
The Valyrian conqueror was a woman. It soon became known that it was Daenerys
Targaryen who had risen up. She had disappeared seemingly, but now reappeared
to take her claim.
Her sister was already mooning over the female warrior. She had long suspected
her sister’s leanings, and at first she had snickered at Arya. Now she totally
understood.
Sansa licked her lips. She felt the familiar ache deep in her tummy. She ran
quickly back to her room, pulling up her dress to run in haste.
Arya
Arya felt like she was about to bounce off the castle walls. She had finally
arrived in Westeros. The living embodiment of all her childhood dreams, and
now, fantasies. She had always been enamored with House Targaryen. How Aegon,
Visenya and Rhaenys conquered all of Westeros, except for Dorne. They had been
so powerful and full of magic.
She longed to ride their dragons and be a fierce warrior like Aegon’s sisters.
She was training to become a warrior no matter what her mother said or did. She
would not be married off to some fucking man! She wanted her own destiny. She
knew her father wanted to give her this, but he himself felt trapped.
When she was a child, her dreams had been purely of conquest and fighting.
After puberty, her dreams became fantasies with the silver lady conquerors and
how the wolf would tame and devour both the sister dragons.
Arya could not believe that a Targaryen was still alive. All had been shocked
when it was not Viserys that came out the desert but his sister Daenerys
Targaryen. It had made her fantasies all the stronger. She loved that Visenya
had a sword, and in her fantasies when she masturbated and in her dreams
Rhaenys had a sword too. The fights they won against hopeless odds were epic.
Arya wanted to be a warrior like them. She wanted to be the young woman they
would have fallen so hard for. They would have been enamored with her bowman
ship and in awe of her sword fighting skills.
She felt like she would blow up when her mother hounded her to stop with her
silly wastes of time. She was constantly badgering Arya to put up her sword and
bow. She thanked the old gods that her father ran interference with her mother.
He would change the subject, or take her away talking softly to her.
Her father would come to her then and tell that she was getting to old for
this; she needed to put up her sword and bow. He would then give her that soft
smile of his, making sure his wife was not around. “But not today,” he would
say quietly and ruffle her hair before walking away.
Arya loved her father.
Arya was improving quickly. She had long ago mastered the bow. She could shoot
at her targets with her eyes closed now, and still hit them if there was no
wind. She made all gasp at her ability to hit the smallest targets and shoot
little birds form the sky.
Her sword work was improving too. Her strength was increasing as she lifted
heavy hay bales in the stalls and worked with smith hammers, helping to make
horseshoes with Winterfell’s blacksmith.
Roderik was grunting and falling back when they sword trained now. She had long
ago learned his techniques. He fought valiantly, but Arya now had to take it
easy on him so as not to humiliate him. He would never be able to live down
being defeated by a woman. Also, Arya had not quite been ready to show her true
prowess. Her mother would scream and tear her hair out when that happened. She
would demand she stop so passionately that her father would have to listen.
He would be forced to make her cease and put on the frilly dresses that made
her ill when she so much as looked at them. They itched and made her feel like
she was in some form of torture device. It was awful.
But now that was about to change. A woman would soon sit on the throne. Arya
felt it was time for her to come out, and come out soon.
She knew that a Queen would be so much more fair in her rule. Nothing could be
worse than that drunken fool that sat on the throne. She knew her father was
terribly disappointed in his childhood friend and how he had devolved into a
fat buffoon.
The world was changing, and changing for the better.
Arya would absolutely not submit to any man. She had no desire for any man. She
was only attracted to her own sex. She would never allow a man to touch her in
that manner. She would kill him, or slit her own wrists first.
She would fly south if she had to. She would go before the Queen who would
gratefully accept Arya Stark into her service. Daenerys Targaryen would be
mesmerized by her abilities with the bow. Then she would challenge the Queen to
a sword duel and easily dispatch her, earning her respect.
Arya smirked at her daydream. Then the wolf would take what was hers. She would
claim the dragon by right of victory. She would caress Daenerys body with sweet
touches. She would cherish the Queen.
Arya Stark would give her Queen her arm, her honor and… my body. All of it,
Arya thought with a shiver.
Arya sat before the dresser and combed out her brown hair, getting the tangles
out and straightening it. She looked at the mirror. She was attractive in her
own way, her hair framing her sharp, wolfish features with the steel grey eyes
of her bloodline. The Queen would have to love her. Wouldn’t she? Worriedly she
looked down at her flat chest.
Arya sighed. Nothing to do for that.
All the stories and rumors said that Daenerys Targaryen was a beautiful woman.
Her hair snow white and long. With her being a warrior as well, her body would
be roped with muscles. She licked her lips thinking of those arms and legs
wrapped around her body, loving her. Daenerys Targaryen would make Arya scream
in bed. She knew it.
Arya hoped the woman was kind and gentle when not on the battlefield. She heard
the royal gossip about what a battleax Cersei Lannister was. That would kill
any thrill. But Arya just couldn’t see it.   The woman had destroyed the slave
trade. That had to speak about her character. It must.
Her father Eddard Stark was a legend on the battlefield with his savagery. He
could not be defeated on the battlefield, but was always so gentle and loving
to Arya’s mother.
Arya had to admit that her mother was a little bit of the battleax herself at
times, but her father always deftly disarmed and subdued Catelyn Tully without
her mother even realizing it.
Arya pulled off her night shirt and went to bed. She started to stroke her body
as her passions rose.
Daenerys Targaryen would be so good to me, Arya thought as her hands roamed and
her breathing began to get labored.
She would make sweet love to her and make her body explode in ecstasy over and
over. Then they would cuddle before going to sleep, their bodies wrapped around
each other.
She would tell me how much she loved me each night and I would confess my own
love back.
Thoughts for Arya became harder to form after that.
Outside the door Nymeria raised her head off her paw as she listened to her
master scream in ecstasy. Humans and their emotions the wolf chuffed before
putting her muzzle back on her paw.
Daenerys
Daenerys was looking out over the sea, her fingers rolling on the rail as she
tapped it. It had been a week since she sent out her ravens.
She smirked, thinking of how fast Casterly Rock replied with smarmy platitudes
of undying fealty. She knew who killed her father.
Tywin knew who her hand was. Tyrion was nothing but loyal, and gave sage
advice.
Obyern was fuming somewhere below. He was miffed no end that he would not be
able to fight the Lannisters. He kept mumbling that the Lannisters would soon
show their true colors.
Her traditional homeland of course was sending ravens back post haste,
declaring their allegiance and that they longed to have a Targaryen back on the
throne.
The Lannisters were not her concern. She would crush her enemies if she needed
to, but she dearly wanted to avoid that. Would the Houses Highgarden, Stark and
Arryn bend the knee or would they force her to meet them on the battlefield to
break them?
She sincerely hoped not. The men who led these houses were known throughout the
realm for their honor and pragmatic rule. Surely they would choose peace if
offered so freely and without conditions.
Surely their pride would not be that great. She was the rightful ruler come
back to claim what was truly hers. They would bow before that inevitability.
They would not make the deadly mistake of underestimating her because she was
woman. She had proven her mettle already across Essos. The bells she wore in
her hair in battle reaffirmed that.
She was so close to achieving her dreams. True, they had first belonged to
Viserys and then Khal Drogo but they had been lacking in vision. She had taken
their dreams and made them hers. She had the strength of arm and mind to
achieve what they couldn’t.
Viserys was not the dragon and he had inherited the family’s madness. Khal
Drogo was limited by his Dothraki heritage. They were limited, and they failed.
Daenerys Targaryen was the fulfillment of prophecy. Not some weak man! I am the
Dragon!
Her fingers continued to drum the rail as she felt the breeze against her face.
She closed her eyes. She breathed in the salt air and felt invigorated. Her
plans were working out as she had envisioned. She was going to have her throne
soon, and she would begin her rule.
She would have a realm that the minstrels would be singing about in future
ages. She would be wise and just. The pretense of the throne meant nothing to
her. She would change the world.
She had many restless nights filled with nightmares. She had done cruel,
violent things to conquer Slaver’s Bay, but with time she would build up a
better world. She had swept out the vile old order and would institute a rule
of justice for the people. She would bring that to Westeros, too. They did not
have slavery but their thinking was conservative and antiquated. She would
bring a more enlightened liberal order.
She had come to trust and truly like Oberyn Martell. He was fiery and given to
lambast, but he always listened and heeded his Queen. He just loved combat a
little too much. He was fiercely loyal to his Queen regardless. He called her
Nymeria reborn.
He was almost lusting to take out his two main rivals. He had a high disregard
to House Highgarden and a visceral hate for Tywin Lannister.
She did not like the man either, through all that she had read and what Tyrion
had told her. The difference was she would not let her more reptilian brain
control her. She would not fight unless she absolutely had to.
She would achieve her goals peacefully and then work to resolve the issues
between the Great Houses. She would deal with any recalcitrant leader of a
House when the time came. She would not let any one person derail her plans.
That led her back to House Stark. In all conversations she had with her
advisors about Westeros when that particular House was mentioned a hush fell on
the council. All she heard about was how honorable Eddard Stark was. The entire
house was famous for it. This honor handed down unbroken from generation to
generation. But Eddard seemed to be the paragon of the concept of honor and
justice. All those around the table respected the man.
He had a chance to sit on the throne Daenerys desired and had easily stepped
aside. He did not want the throne. He was content to be Warden of the North.
The man was highly known for his compassion. He ate with the commoners. He only
executed if he must. She wanted to know this man!
She was also attracted to his famous gentleness with his children. His
daughters were of age to be married and Catelyn Tully was like a hissing cat
trying to ship them off and yet he resisted. He was obviously listening to his
daughters’ desires.
Yes, she wanted to meet this man.
He had three sons and two daughters. She wondered if the children had learned
from their father the “Stark” way, as Tyrion put it.
She remembered when Tyrion had brought her the dossiers on the two sons of
Stark.
She had looked over the dossier on Rob and Bran Stark. Rickon was still too
young. Tyrion had told her she couldn’t do any better. He went on how about
good looking the two young men were. Robb especially seemed to be growing up to
be like Eddard Stark. Tyrion seemed most pleased with himself when he left.
She had thrown them across the table where they slid off when he left. She had
hidden her anger.
Where were the dossiers on Sansa and Arya Stark?
She came back to the present. Damnit, Daenerys thought, pinching the bridge of
her nose. He never even thought to bring me dossiers on the daughters. Sure,
she had lied to Tyrion on the beach but shouldn’t he have at least considered
she might want to see allthe eligible children of Westeros..?
She pinched her nose again. She loved her homeland but was coming to detest the
conservative mores of Westeros north of Dorne. She wondered why Dorne was so
liberal but not the rest of Westeros.
It didn’t matter in the end. Her shoulders slumped as she looked at the setting
sun. She was trapped by tradition and she knew it.
Bran
He was so tired. The three eyed raven would appear out of nowhere and start to
qwoark wildly and start telling him yet again that he must fly high to dive
deep into the Earth. He was told repeatedly that he had to let go of his future
dreams of being a knight and living the life he had dreamed of.
The Raven seemed to take great joy in informing Bran that his dreams were dead
and gone. He had to reach and grasp the dreams that the three eyed raven spoke
of. Like he gave a shit. He was supposed to bury himself within a tree and let
its roots eat into his body. He was supposed to watch the world go by through
the weirwoods.
Bran was at first mad and furious at the future that awaited him. But time had
worn him down. Now he just wanted to be left alone. He was ready to begin his
journey just to get the raven to leave him alone.
He would be in total darkness, but then would hear the beating of wings. He now
thought he could actually see the black swirl with the Raven’s approach. He
dreaded that swirl. When the Raven arrived it would immediately start pecking
furiously on his forehead and his hands when he tried to defend himself.
The Raven would pick at him like its life depended on it. Then the Raven would
commence with its dire warnings, declarations and prophecies.
This time was no different.
“You need to fly high. You need to touch the sun then fly to the bottom of the
world. You will fly through the Soul Bitter to find the Lost Isle. There you
must go!”
“You are late! You are late! Time runs short! Why have you delayed?”
“What do you mean you stupid bird?! My back is broken!” Bran shouted back in
anger.
“The Ice King awaits with his demon son! Fly to the cyclone of my brothers.
Follow them down. Follow them down. Delve into the Earth. There the Tree of
Life awaits. There you will learn.”
“The Ice King you will bind! Bind! … You are late. Bind bind bind!”
Bran shouted back at it. “I was to be a great knight on a mighty horse do going
great deeds! Not buried underneath a fucking tree, gods damnit!”
“You must fly! Fly! Fly! Why do you delay! Fly! Meet your destiny! Follow the
dragon that will lie with the direwolf. Only together can the Ice King be
defeated. Together! Together! Together!”
“Fuck you! I want to walk. I want to run! I want to be a knight on the field of
battle! What can’t you understand you stupid bird?!”
“Let go! Let go! Your field will be the sky and underneath the Earth. You are
the Greenseer! Your destiny you must fulfill! Fly! Fly! Fly! Let go and become
the Greenseer! You were born for this destiny. Let go and become the
Greenseer.”
“I hate you!”
“Become one with the Earth and the Earth will set you free. Let go! Now you
must find the Tree of Life. Become one. After the binding you must seek the One
Tree with your guides! There you will find your other half. Let go and become
one. You must fly through the Soul Bitter and the Maelstrom of the Merewives.
Do not listen! Do not listen. Become the Greenseer! Follow your destiny!”
“I don’t want to!”
“There you must go! Your destiny. Many things must you bind; ice to ground,
wood to Law, Magic to Ice and Stone. Destiny! Destiny!”
“Why me?”
“Born. Born. Born! Destiny you must fulfill!”
“Far must you journey. Up high you will fly to burrow low. Across the Lost Sea
to the Lost Isle. There you will know what to do. There you and the scribe of
the runes will create Law.”
Bran was so tired. He had heard this rant of prophecy so many times in the
past. The order of the prophecies changed. Sometimes the Three Eyed Raven would
not mention a certain prophecy and the next time go over that one again and
again. The only good thing was that when the Raven screamed his prophecies he
was not striking his face and hands.
That now changed. The bird jumped forward and began to again savagely peck his
forehead and his swiping hands. This attack was like so many before it. His
forehead was screaming in pain.
Except this time it was different. A brilliant white light exploded in his
head. His eyes felt like they were seeing bright suns exploding.
The light blinded him. He felt the blackness fraying and beginning to
dissipate. He felt a warmth surrounding his right hand.
He opened his eyes. He saw his mother looking at him, sobbing. She was sitting
on a chair beside his bed gripping his hand in hers and squeezing it hard.
“Mom?”
“Oh my sweet baby!” Catelyn Stark sobbed in relief.
Loremasters
The scrying bowl swirled with what was and might be. The mighty ur-viles waved
their iron staves over the midnight black ichor that did not waver, but images
swirled from one event or portent to the next. Their eyeless faces intently
studied the bowl.
Yes. The Dragonthane had done all that they had foreseen. She had indeed become
mighty. They barked at each other. They had chosen wisely to aid her in the
grass sea.
She had become mighty enough to face her immediate peril. The House of the
Direwolf would come to her. It must.
The Ice King and the detestable Croyel had grown strong. Their union unholy.
They must be confronted and defeated. This battle their Weird did not allow
them to fight in. Their tasks would come later. This battle the Dragonthane
must meet without their assistance. She would acquire what she would need.
Their sightless faces studied the black still liquid with more acuity than any
human eyes ever could, their fleshy nostrils wetly breathing in the images.
She must defeat the Ice King and only then could she return to Essos. Only here
could she and the companions she would bring begin the restoration of Valyria.
Only when the Blood of the Earth was again channeled could magic be restored.
Magic was dying and only the Dragonthane and her allies could ever restore it.
She would take the Seer and the Scribe of the Law to Revelstone and the Lost
Isle. The Isle of the One Tree. Only the Seer and the Scribe would solve the
riddle there.
They again considered this Daenerys Targaryen. She was mighty and just. They
were honored to have fought by her side and they would do so again.
The first Loremaster held up the manacles. They would be given to the Scribe of
the Law. She would bind and garrote She Who Must Not Be Named. This was
absolutely necessary.
These things were in Daenerys’ future. But first, Daenerys Targaryen must meet
her first challenge. She must defeat the Ice King. All other things revolved
around this event. All else would be for naught if he could not be defeated.
The ur-viles could only hope. They had all the faith in their Weird. The world
depended on their visions coming true.
***** Small Council *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: Daenerys has taken the throne. Now is a time for the Game of
     Thrones.
                                   Chapter 6
                                 Small Council
                Tyrion / Daenerys / Tyrion / Daenerys / Tyrion
                                        
Tyrion
Tyrion stood before the door to the room of the Small Council. The Queen had
insisted that he not enter the room over the last two days, in fact she had
made it clear that he was to stay away from this entire area of the Keep. Now
he was before the very door of the forbidden room, and needless to say the new
Hand was curious to what he would find within.
He had arrived a few minutes before his Queen moving from foot to foot in his
excitement to see what was behind the door. He watched his Queen move down the
hall towards him with her supremely confident stride. He looked up at Daenerys
Targaryen who had a small smile on her face when she looked down at him. She
reached out and gripped his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. They were ten
minutes early to the first meeting of the council. The Queen had told Tyrion to
arrive ten minutes early. This had had only increased his curiosity.
The Queen had made it clear the room was not be approached till noon, thus, the
hall was still empty. She apparently wanted to share this with Tyrion alone.
“Let’s go in, Tyrion,” the white haired woman spoke, pushing open the door. She
let Tyrion walk in several feet with his small steps. He stopped and stared at
the chair of the Hand, then turned and looked up at his Queen with an
expression of wonder, like a little boy receiving a prized pony.
“Come,” the Queen said, gently pushing him forward.
They moved before the chair of the Hand, Tyrion still staring in amazement. He
slowly walked around the side of the chair. He turned his gaze to Daenerys. “I
don’t understand.” he told his Queen, his voice quiet and small.
“You needed a chair that will show everyone that you are the Hand of the Queen.
That you are a man of command and power. That you have the full support of the
Queen, Tyrion,” she told the dwarf with a smile on her face.
Tyrion felt a lump in his throat.
The chair was a work of art and bore so much consideration for him that he
feared he might cry. He continued looking at it, then finally reached forward
and touched it.
The chair was elevated higher than the other normal chairs in the room. It had
a high dais around the base with small steps cut into it on both sides. His
small frame would be lifted so he could look down with just enough height to
impress but not outright intimidate. The steps were sized to his stature so
Tyrion could walk up with a measure of grace. The seat and back of the chair
were thickly cushioned so his legs would not cramp like they normally did when
he sat for a long time.
Tyrion noted the small pockets woven into the wide sides of the chair so he
could store items that would help him perform his duties. In front of the chair
itself was a bench on rails that he could easily scoot forward and back to
support his small legs and take any stress off of his back and calves.
The whole chair had been designed and built truly for him, and only him.
And then the carving on the chair itself made him marvel.
The arms had been carved with stylized Lannister male lions with thick dark
manes against the cherry red of the rest of the chair. The lions sat on their
haunches, staring forward regally. Then, along the upper sides of the chair
were two more carved lions with a dragon on top. The craftsmen had carved the
lions in such a subtle way that the viewer had the impression the lions were
not subordinate to the dragon, but were actually helping it reach for the
heavens as its wings were just starting to unfurl.
The lions and dragon were clearly working together. Each were helping the other
to reach for the sky.
Tyrion could only shake his head. “Thank you,” he said softly to the beautiful
Queen.
“No one will ever again doubt you speak for me, Tyrion. They will not doubt
that you are my Hand, and that you speak for me with the regal ring of command.
I need you Tyrion, and you have my full trust and my confidence.” She smiled.
“Let’s rule a kingdom.”
Tyrion felt a lump in his throat as he watched the beautiful woman walk to the
end of the table and take a seat. She seemed like just another person at the
table, her own chair like all the others. She seemed more like an advisor, or
maybe even a concubine with her sheer top showing the curves of her lovely
breasts and tight slacks that displayed her bulging camel toe. Tyrion had made
sure not drool as he took in the lovely assets of the Queen - he was still
recovering from the ‘beach incident’, as he called it.
She did not appear as the ruler of half the known world. She did not sit beside
the chair of the Hand like rulers of the past had. Those others, they would sit
in a high, stylized chair with a crown on their head, seeking to make it clear
that the Hand derived all of their power from the potentate. Dany wore no
crown. She told Tyrion she thought they looked silly and they gave her a
headache anyway. She did not need a circle of metal to make her the Queen.
Tyrion stepped up easily on the carved steps and got in front of his chair and
sat down. He spied a small lever on the right hand side and worked it so the
bench moved in to support his feet. He sighed in relief. He could sit in this
chair comfortably for hours! He found capped gourds of water and sweet oranges,
his favorite, in pockets stitched in the sides of the arms. He pulled one out
and peeled it, looking at his Queen.
She was relaxed, playing with a throwing dagger. He knew she kept eight on her
body at all times: Two on each leg clearly strapped over her slacks, two hidden
up her loose fitting sleeves, and one on each hip that were slightly longer.
She was casually dressed, her top sheer showing her swaying breast, the outline
of her nipples clearly visible. She was a sly one. Her breasts were delectable
and would make any man, and many women, want her, and in their lust, they would
bond even more to the Queen without realizing it. It would also make men
careless and, thus, more easily manipulated by her. She had no problem using
her sexuality to assist her rule.
Tyrion had started staring without realizing it. Her body was so beautiful,
especially the way her breasts swayed as she moved her now-twirling dagger. The
Queen looked up suddenly, questioning. Oh no, Tyrion winced, knowing he had
been caught.
Tyrion watched her violet orbs suddenly flare with that evil, unhinged look
from the beach. The woman slowly rose up, shaking with violence. He had been
warned.
His felt his cock shrivel up like a prepubescent boy’s, his testicles shrinking
up into his scrotum. He pushed back into the chair, his little feet pressing
into the bench instinctively as he sought escape.
Daenerys clacked her teeth, her head snapping as she started to move forward.
Tyrion’s mind suddenly rushed back to the beach. He had experienced her
dreadful wrath!
“Mmmgggggg!” Tyrion whimpered, looking wildly around as his fight or flight
instinct was clearly pegged to flight.
“Hahahahaha!” the queen suddenly started laughing, thumping back down in her
seat. “Gods Tyrion if you could have seen your face! It was precious! O my
sweet little lion cub of Lannister.”
Tyrion watched his Queen with a sour look on his face as she laughed, nearly
hysterical for a full minute before she started to calm down. He was never
going to live that incident down, he now realized.
He heard motion in the hall and they suddenly straightened, putting neutral
expressions on their faces, though Tyrion could still see a slight sly smile on
Daenerys face. He watched as she put her blade back up her sleeve. Yes indeed,
Daenerys Targaryen was a most deadly woman.
Tyrion could only sigh. Only now was his poor manhood beginning to recover.
Tyrion watched the initial members of the small – or maybe better to say
medium? - council come into the room. The Queen wanted council and advice, and
it was not just words with her. She had decided to maintain the traditional
council, and then add some.
Tyrion watched as Grand Maester Harsch Lape enter the room. After Grand Maester
Pycelle passed away the Citadel had sent another older Maester but Dany had
wanted men in their prime, men with youth and vigor to carry out the ambitious
agenda she planned to initiate.
The citadel had sent out this man in his mid forties. He was virile and very
smart by all accounts. He had dark blond hair and deep blue eyes that all women
seemed to desire. He was devastatingly good looking, and vain enough to know
it. He had been letting anyone who would listen know that soon the Queen would
be in his bed, since no woman could resist him.
Tyrion had tried to warn him.
Tyrion almost felt sorry for the pompous man, but not quite. He hoped his
rejection would be public and oh so very humiliating.
Behind him the Master of Whispers entered the room. Varys bowed slightly to the
Queen and then Tyrion. He moved to take a seat. He was cunning and devious, and
very well connected. Tyrion found he quite enjoyed the man, as they had been
communicating continuously since his arrival. His aid in bloodlessly deposing
Robert had him in high regard where the dwarf was concerned. While a buffoon,
he had actually liked Robert and was happy he was still alive.
He knew they would be able to work well together. Varys wanted a peaceful,
strong rule. He was also open to bringing in progressive ideas form Essos and
Dorne. Tyrion wondered if that was due to his upbringing in the Free Cities.
Behind them came the Master of Coin, Vedad Softic and the Emissary from
Slaver’s Bay Draqhiz zo Gazno. Both were dour faced men in their mid-thirties.
The Master of Coin came with high credentials from Casterly Rock, able to
seemingly make gold dragons. Tyrion needed those dragons. Draqhiz zo Gazno was
pensive, with an obvious chip on his shoulder - or perhaps better to call it a
mountain. Tyrion could sympathize in a way. Even though his city had been based
on a vile trade, Daenerys had twice crushed it and killed many of the nobles
until Meereen had bent the knee, completely.
Tyrion then watched Barristan Selmy, Syrio Forel with Aggo enter the room
together, talking and laughing. They were bound together by the bonds of war.
Syrio moved to sit at the table as the Master at Arms, as Barristan had not
wanted the position. His previous tenure in this room had left a bad taste in
his mouth. He and and Aggo blended into the background, but their presence was
comforting to the Hand.
The Hand. Tyrion liked the sound of that.
Daenerys
Daenerys had positioned herself at the end of the table to allow her to observe
from a distance. She wanted and expected the focus to shift to Tyrion once the
meeting started. She wanted the Small Council to quickly realize he spoke for
her and that she already trusted his loyalty, experience and cunning
completely.
She had groaned as Harsch Lape entered the room, cocksure and in his way purely
revolting. He thought he was the gods’ gift to womankind. True, he was ruggedly
handsome, but his looks did not stir her in the least.
He sat to her right in the closest chair and began his boring litany of
seduction. She replied in monosyllables and gave him the eyebrow more than
once. How he could not sense her disdain she did not understand. Gods she hated
the male ego. She controlled herself by eventually ignoring the vain man
completely, though she felt herself seethe when the contemptuous man stared at
her breasts while trying to talk to her. He could not have been any more
obvious. She bit her cheek to still her acid tongue.
She smiled grimly to herself seeing Draqhiz zo Gazno take the exact opposite
tact. He sat as far away from her as possible.
She smiled seeing her three warriors come in together in clear comradery. War
did bring men and women together, it was a uniting bond. Great warriors shared
this connection even despite their disparate cultures.
She watched as the chairs were filled. Next to enter was the Dothraki
representative Ildatto. She mused at his name, ‘to strike’. She hoped she did
not have to deal often with him, she would hate to have to kill him. She wanted
to curb the Dothraki’s appetite for raiding and looting without breaking their
entire society. She had already shattered two Khalasars. The screams of the men
and especially the horses cut down or burnt still woke her up some nights.
She would not shy away from what she needed to do to bring about a new world
order. The old ways were often outdated, vile and disgusting. She thought back
to a little more than a year ago, when she was on the western shore of Slaver’s
Bay, destroying the last of the resistance in Volantis and preparing to
conqueror Lys as the last of the slavery strongholds. She had been brutal but
the victories were complete. She would destroy the slave trade entirely!
Daenerys had been using the Dothraki as garrisons to control her conquered
cities along the rim of Slaver’s Bay. They also were waging war on the
mercenary companies that refused to pledge allegiance to the Queen. This
satisfied their bloodlust, and she doled out the war plunder to feed their
desire for loot.
She had made it clear to the Dothraki - no rape, and no looting of cultural
treasures. She would broker no breaking of these commands. Khal Khoko had truly
tried to control the troops of Dothraki, but he was pulled in too many
directions.
She had received word that the garrison of Yunkai had started to rape, loot and
pillage, against her strict orders. That had been totally unacceptable. Blatant
disregard of her instructions would not stand.
She took it upon herself to resolve the problem personally. She had taken
Drogon and flown straight back to Yunkai, stopping only long enough to rest
Drogon when he needed and strengthen herself with short, quick meals.
She had been in a rage by the time she landed in the main plaza of Yunkai. She
was shocked to see open rape occurring on the main square. One man was so lost
in his actions he never even noticed Daenerys landing across the courtyard. She
had dismounted immediately and walked over to him as he raped a girl around the
age of thirteen or fourteen.
The age she had been when Drogo raped her.
She had pulled the man’s head back and slit his throat with her main dagger.
His new mouth ran red from ear to ear, and his death gurgle was extremely
satisfying. The girl was in shock, and did not even feel the spray of blood
drip down on her before Daenerys pulled the corpse off her as she rose up. “Who
commanded this?!” she screamed.
Two hulking Dothraki came up, in their mid to late twenties. They declared
themselves as the brothers Karlinno and Qajhoko. They claimed they were going
to gut her and defile her corpse. Their eyes glazed with bloodlust and a desire
to kill the great Khaleesi and become the greatest of the Dothraki Khals for
expunging her vile existence. She had corrupted the Dothraki, they had claimed
as they screamed at her.
A large number of Dothraki had gathered around the three combatants. The
brothers already had their arakhs out, and advanced on the small blond woman.
Daenerys looked forward to the battle as she pulled her sword out, the blade
lit bright blue. The sword of Rhaenys Targaryen, Foe Cleaver. The sword written
out of history when Aegon discovered the woman he had married for love was
instead only in love with hersister,and not her brother. That she had married
him only out of duty. In his anger he had had her exploits diminished and her
sword smitten from the journals and histories.
The blue runes told Daenerys the truth.  
A truth only she and a few others now knew. Only the owner of a Rune sword or a
mighty dragon lord could fire up the runes magically embedded in the Valyrian
steel.
The brothers approached together, no honor in them as they attacked the way
brother lions so often did to depose a King of the pride. Then they had split
apart to come at her on both sides.
Daenerys was unconcerned. Qajhoko, the youngest, attacked first from her left,
his arakh slashing a mighty arc through the air. She easily stepped aside, and
her blade met the older brother’s blade. She grunted, guiding the blade to the
side and slashed in making Karlinno back up quickly to avoid having his guts
spilled.
Qajhoko came in with clumsy yet powerful swipes of his arakh. His brother, much
more skilled, hacked at the Targaryen, their combined attack keeping her at
bay. She easily blocked their blows and counterattacked with strikes they
barely met and she left several cuts on their arms.
The battle raged with Daenerys meeting or avoiding the blows that were raining
in from two angles. The well muscled men were undeniably stronger than her, but
speed and skill were hers, and easily matched any deficit in raw strength.
The sounds of heavy blades filled the air as they collided, shrieking as they
slid down each other. After several minutes they all had light cuts that were
barely from barely avoided sword and arakh strikes. Qajhoko overextended his
arakh arching swing and Daenerys swept her blade down and left the younger
brother screaming as he stared down at his hand on the paved stones, still
gripping his arakh. The bloody stump at his wrist spurted heavy fountains of
blood.
Now one-on-one, Daenerys and Karlinno circled each other, slashing furiously.
The larger man was grunting and retreating as the woman focused solely on him.
Her blade swung in from all angles as the other Dothraki continued to scream in
pain.
Daenerys, tiring of the screams, locked blades with Karlinno and then jammed
forward, knocking him back off balance. In that moment Daenerys pulled a
throwing dagger from her thigh and threw it. Oajhoko’s screams suddenly cut off
as a Valyrian dagger pierced his larynx, and cut through the back of his neck,
cutting his spinal cord. The youth collapsed as the strings of his life had
been cut.
Daenerys whirled to meet Karlinno’s charge their blades locked together.
Daenerys heaved him to the side, chasing after him and almost severing his
right hamstring before he jerked back just in time. He whirled on the blond
woman as she moved to the side and almost tripped over some detritus.
Seeing an opening, Karlinno swiped down as the Targaryen leaped forward.
Daenerys stifled a scream of pain as the Dothraki’s curved blade cut her back
just inside her left shoulder blade. The cut, though not deep, had blood
flowing down her back and soaking the tunic she’d worn.
Karlinno, seeing he had cut the woman charged again and roared as his blade
rained down blow after blow that were all expertly blocked. The Targaryen met
his blows and either stopped them, or shuttled off to the side as she analyzed
his moves and his tendencies.
Finally, Daenerys had spotted a weakness. When the Dothraki used his full
strength on a arcing sweep of his Arakh, he always lowered his left shoulder.
Being short was actually an advantage for Daenerys. She was used to fighting up
while her opponents were not used having to go down an extra foot to even begin
their attack. Karlinno again arched a furious blow up and then down. Daenerys
met his blow and guided his blade down hard, leaving him exposed.
Her blade looped back in a short arc and then came slashing down.
Daenerys body jerked as her blade impacted on Karlinno’s shoulder, her blade
slicing through his thick body till it jammed into Karlinno’s sternum, his
heart sliced in half. He was already dead, his eyes lifeless as his body
slumped into the tiny woman. She brought her left foot up and got her foot on
his body just below her blade, then kicked out.
Karlinno’s body toppled back and hit the ground hard in a nerveless heap.
“Who wants to die next?!” Daenerys roared as she slowly spun around, looking at
all of the Dothraki ringing the square.
The Dothraki started to beat their chests with their fists, clashing their
arakhs together screaming “Black Dragon!” and “The Great Khaleesi! The Great
Mare that will mount the world!”
Daenerys had reveled in their adulation.
She bent down and cleaned her blue burning sword on Karlinno’s vest. Then she
brought up her sword to once again read the ghostly runes buried deep in the
metal. She cursed, again wondering why her other sword was not Dark Sister. The
gods were indeed cruel.
She had gone to each of the corpses she’d created and removed the seven bells
she had found on them to add to her growing collection of bells for her hair.
Daenerys came back to the present as she stared at the Dothraki a moment
longer.
She then looked at the Master of Ships, Hugh Elicero of Highgarden. He was a
handsome man with a short cropped red beard and tight curled hair. He had been
the Lord of Highgarden’s naval commander, but as a gesture of good will the
Tyrells had assigned him to Daenerys’ services.
Daenerys would need to maintain and even build up her already massive navy. She
had to rule two continents. Both land masses were home to powers that had
strong navies. She had most of these ships in Dorne and lower Westeros, but
eventually she would have to release the majority to allow these nations to
defend themselves and protect their merchant fleets.
She watched Tyrion easily talking to the various members of the council with a
natural grace and diplomatic skill. His obvious intelligence and cunning were
already starting to bind the other members of the Small Council to him.
She mused while watching Tyrion. Earlier she had been teasing the dwarf. But
back on that beach a month ago she had not been teasing; she had lost it for a
few moments. Tyrion’s unexpected sexual overture had enraged Daenerys and for a
few moments she had wanted to eviscerate the man.
Too many bad memories and her anger over her destiny had come flooding out.
Then, to cover her embarrassing loss of control she had taken her past events
and twisted them into lies to get the man to back off. She could not afford to
let her natural desires rule her. She had a kingdom to rule now, and she knew
what was expected of her.
She felt another piece of her soul die inside.
 
Tyrion
Tyrion watched Daenerys roll her eyes at the Grand Maester. The man was getting
nowhere fast and didn’t even realize it.
He looked up when he saw the Master of Laws Micud Caudill enter the room. He
was a small man with a balding pate, quiet and unassuming. Tyrion had
personally vetted him very carefully. He was very skilled and well respected in
Dorne. His dark features belied his heritage. With all the debts that Robert
had left, he was sure that much legal wrangling would be needed.
Then Lysono Saan, the Free Cities representative entered into the room and
quickly took his seat. He was a blond man from the city of Tyrosh, from a high
noble family. Tyrion was unsure of this man’s mettle.
That only left the Summer Islander Ambassador to enter. She had only arrived
yesterday.
Tyrion watched Missandei enter the room and take the chair to Daenerys’ left.
The Queen had waved away Caudill when he had tried to sit there. Daenerys was
visibly more comfortable when she had her loyal scribe at her side. The Maester
eyed the tiny dark woman. Missandei, in her innocence, did not even notice.
A clerk came in and put down the reports from the major families and cities of
Westeros.
Dany had wanted a background report from each. She wanted to know numbers. She
had counts of population, major resources, and debts. She had asked for further
details on crops, livestock, minerals and the inventory of produced goods. She
requested details on any problems that needed crown resources, along with
grievances with the crown or with other entities. Daenerys expressed a sincere
desire to start solving the problems of the realm – which included both
Westeros, and half of Essos.
The Queen wanted to start getting a ‘feel for the land’ as she had put it to
Tyrion. Tyrion had looked over the reports all day yesterday. He was satisfied
with them, and very inspired by one report in particular. Daenerys had studied
them as she went over them with Tyrion.
After ten minutes of looking over the provincial reports, Tyrion looked up and
scanned the table and saw the Summer Islander Ambassador had not yet arrived.
He looked down the table at Daenerys ignoring Maester Lape or giving him the
eyebrow, which he never seemed to notice. Daenerys was looking at the door
clearly wanting to start the meeting.
Then the Summer Islander Ambassador finally breezed into the small council.
Solaja Xo was a beautiful woman, Tyrion noticed immediately. She stood five
foot eight inches tall. Her body was voluptuous with large breasts half-
revealed in a low cut bodice. Her hips “womanly” with the classic hour glass
shape. Her hair was long and in ringlets with colorful ribbons weaved
throughout. Her large almonds eyes were also quite beguiling.
He and Daenerys had greeted her upon the arrival of her swan ship “Herald
Breeze”. She had walked onto the dock all regal and imperious, with eyes only
for Daenerys, which perturbed Tyrion. She had practically tried to disrobe the
Queen with her eyes and kissed her hand as if she was a knight murmuring: “Your
beauty is legendry Dany … I look forward to getting to know you intimately my
Queen … perhaps we can have a meeting after I have dined tonight … to share
ourselves—excuse me, share our views …” the woman had spoken in soft purring
voice.
Tyrion had frowned at being totally ignored. Having both sexes fawning over
Daenerys was going to get tiring.
Daenerys had been formal and gave some excuse about her time being spoken for.
Tyrion had been surprised that the Queen had refused such a blatant offer to
have the beautiful woman in her bed.
The woman looked around obviously looking for Daenerys and a frown crossed her
beautiful face seeing that the Queen had the closest chairs on either side of
her already taken. The chair by Maester Lape was available, and she sat in it.
Her eyes remained on the Queen who barely acknowledged her and went back to
talking to Missandei.
Tyrion watched Maester Lape take in the woman’s beauty and immediately shift
his platitudes to the lovely dark skinned woman. The two flirted shamelessly
back and forth. It would seem the woman also plied both sexes.
He called the council to order, and started with a round table to have everyone
introduce themselves. Some knew many on the council while some knew none. They
introduced themselves and gave a brief background report on their goals and
hopes for their appointments to the council.
Once that was taken care of, the session began. Tyrion started by reviewing the
reports that had been requested. Most were dry and quite boring, a bland
regurgitation of facts. The information was passed on with obvious lack of
interest.
The Stark report was very thorough. It was blunt and to the point.   That was
the one report he believed in totally, along with the one that was stellar.
He saved the report from Dorne for last. It had been thorough as well, but it
had also given a deep analysis of the data and conclusions offered along with
hypothesis on how to improve mining production and the need for a dredging in
Sunspear port along two of the main docks.
Not only that, the report went on to recommend that a new farming technique be
tested – ‘Drip Irrigation’. If successful, it should allow much more land to be
cultivated with the water saved. Also, cisterns were recommended to capture
rain water for the cities and towns, to channel all rain run off for non-
potable water. Tyrion could not believe that no one had thought that before.
Probably, someone had, it only took someone in power to actually listen.
The report had come up with a solution for the disputed hill country to the
East of Nightsong as well. Farmers from both Dorne and Highgarden longed to
plant grape vineyards but the threat of war between the two Houses was always
too great. If a truce could be formed, along with a demilitarized zone, then
the farmers in the area from both Houses had agreed to work together in a
cooperative to share both the work and the bounty. It might fail, but if it
succeeded it would increase the local wealth and tax revenue for both Houses.
The table listened with rapt attention. Money and the creation of wealth always
got attention.
The final part had been an analysis and then request to form a center at the
main university of Dorne for the creation of a “Women’s Study” program to help
find, train and support female leaders. Wherever they could be found or
groomed.
Many of the men smiled knowingly, and a few even chuckled until Daenerys spoke
out in a firm commanding tone: “I like that idea … long overdue. Tyrion, let’s
study this excellent proposal further.”
There were no more snickers.
Daenerys then asked who had authored the report, already knowing the answer.
Tyrion smiled. She wanted her protégée highlighted. Tyrion had already told her
how the report was authored by Myrcella Baratheon. He then informed them her
last name was now Martell, breaking with her House completely. That raised a
few eyebrows. The report also made clear, and Tyrion specified, that without
Arianna Martell, her wife, this report would only have been a “shell” of what
had been presented.
Tyrion eyed Hugh Elicero and Vedad Softic sharing disgusted looks as they heard
the fact that two high, noble women had married each other. “Unnatural cunts,”
he heard whispered, “what they need is a good hard cock!”   Tyrion, knowing all
too well about prejudice, ground his teeth. This was not the place to give the
men a piece of his mind.
Tyrion had been surprised at the depth of analysis from his niece and her wife.
He would never have guessed she was capable of such insight and intelligence –
that truth made him frown. He had truly never even thought she was capable of
it.
She had been an orchid only needing to be watered. Daenerys had been the one to
make Myrcella bloom, and not her own uncle, her blood. He sighed to himself.
How do you overcome a lifetime of conditioning? He resolved to try and do
better.
Also, he couldn’t help but wonder - how in the seven gods did she bed three
women?!
Next came the requests for attendance at the court. When would the
representatives be selected and permitted to be sent. Every kingdom needed its
representatives at court. There were many requests - all the Houses wanted to
be part of the new Queen’s court.
All but one House, and Tyrion looking at Dany saw she was going to bring it up.
“Why is that Tyrion? Why do all the houses small or large request attendance
but one. Why does possibly the greatest House in Westeros eschew presence at my
court? I could find that borderline treasonous. Explain that to me, Tyrion.”
Tyrion paused a moment. How would he try to explain this House’s stiff necked
honor? How could he show the Queen that the very lack of fawning showed more
honor and restraint than all other Houses together? Tyrion did not want
Daenerys to mistake their behavior as sedition. He had seen this was a trigger
for the Queen.
A violent trigger.
All eyes were on him, but the only eyes that mattered were a pair of violet
eyes staring with intent purpose. They had discussed this matter, but the Queen
was still uneasy.
Tyrion was working at a severe disadvantage. He knew that Barristan had never
revealed to Daenerys what had happened between her father and Eddard’s father.
Barristan did not want to burden the then fourteen year old. As she matured and
became the conqueror Queen, he kept silent. Then on her lightening fast
campaign across Slaver’s Bay and cowing of the Free Cities there simply had not
been any time.
Once in Westeros Tyrion had thought Daenerys should know about the Stark and
Targaryen confluence on the Iron throne, but, again he had been overruled.
Barristan and Oberyn both felt that the Queen’s bouts of melancholy would only
worsen if she knew of the violent end to Eddard’s father Rickard Stark along
with that of his brother Brandon. She would only sink deeper into her
depressions knowing the cruel, senseless murder committed by her father on
House Stark.
“The Starks are a stiff necked people your Grace, this is true. But they are a
gallant and true people as well. I have visited them four times, and been to
the wall twice. They are fair beyond any measure, against my House or any
other, your Grace. Only in that House do I see the commoners eating amongst the
royalty.”
Daenerys eyes softened a fraction hearing that, but quickly hardened again.
“Still, they embarrass and borderline humiliate me refusing to have even one
representative at my court.”
“They never send a representative. Even under the rule of his long-time friend
Robert Baratheon, your Grace.”
“Ahhh, So Eddard Stark consorts with dogs who plotted treason? And I am to
trust such a man?”
“Would you not come to Dorne’s aid if they called your banners?”
“That is not the same!” Daenerys exclaimed.
“How so?”
The woman glared at him.
“Do not let vain pride and preconceived ideas create a Stark Mistake where
their need be none, your Grace,” Tyrion told her, locking eyes. This was too
important. He wanted to nip this conflict in the bud if at all possible. No
matter the cost.
The blond woman had become rigid, her left arm on the table with a clenched
fist.
“On your word Tyrion. On. Your. Word.” Daenerys spoke in a soft but deadly
voice.
Tyrion was both angry and relieved. Relieved that he would continue living, and
angry that even Daenerys Targaryen could let preconceived thoughts and notions
color her thinking.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys was seething inside. She knew Tyrion was right, but she distrusted
this ‘holding themselves apart’ that these Starks practiced. How could she know
if she could trust them if they refused to even attend her court?
Her first Small Council and she already was pinching the bridge of her nose. It
had started going wrong as soon as Solaja Xo came into the room. Suddenly,
seeing the woman scanning the room for her she was almost happy the pompous
windbag Grand Maester Harsch Lape had chosen to blight – er, grace- her with
his immediate presence.
She found the Summer Islander woman to be off-putting and arrogant. She had
blatantly proposed a liaison in front of Tyrion with all the subtlety a bull
elephant in the rut. Thatcould be alluring, but her roughshod manner had
totally soured any potential attraction. For some reason she could not name or
fathom she was not attracted any to this beautiful woman from the Summer
Islands.
Then later that night Rakharo had wrongly assumed Daenerys had wanted the
gorgeous woman in her bed. The smirk on his face as he closed the door said
enough.
The woman came up to her with a hot, hungry look in her eyes. She had on a
sheer night gown that displayed her heavy, gourd-shaped tits with their
engorged teats. Her dark nipples, thick and long, poked out from the thin
fabric. Daenerys could smell the woman’s excited pussy.
She was already dreading this moment.
“Jhalaai Khal is very cross with you for not returning any of her ravens. She
has taken a powerful admiral’s daughter as her consort and will be married at
the next summer solstice. She will be more than happy to share her new wife,
Rorra Rana, with you to have a trifecta. She would still be proud to be your
Queen, along with Rorra. Your marriage would create a powerful forging of two
great nations into one.”
“They both hunger to fuck you, you know” Solaja cooed, moving in closer to get
right before the Queen. “You put quite a spell on Jhalaai. Even as I was eating
her out and Rorra was hard sucking on her teats she was moaning how she wished
you were sitting on her face as I licked her.” Solaja softly moaned, her hand
coming up to stroke a pale cheek. “I want to fuck you so bad,” the woman caught
Daenerys in a flash, enfolding the pale woman in her arms.
The woman was eight inches taller than Daenerys, and Daenerys’ face was now
pressed deep into a firm, heavy breast, the taller woman bending down to kiss
Daenerys’ temple and working her lips downward.
“I want you so bad. I want to bury my face in that beautiful pussy I heard so
much about. I’ll make you scream my name like you screamed Jhalaai’s name,” the
dark woman husked, trying to tilt Daenerys head back to kiss her on the lips
passionately.
Daenerys subtly shifted her weight and pried an arm up to spin out of the
voluptuous woman’s grip. “I have a headache, Solaja. Maybe another night.”
Daenerys replied. She simply felt no chemistry with this woman, and her brash
behavior removed any lust from the equation. Daenerys was more than just her
pussy! She would choose who she would sleep with.
“I like my women to play hard to get … men fawn and beg for it which is nice,
but I much prefer being the huntress. I love the chase!” Solaja growled, moving
in again.
“Did I tell I was on my period?” the pale woman spoke, holding up her hand.
“You lie… show me!” the Summer Islander growled, moving in. “I don’t give a
fuck!”
“I do! We will speak of this later.” the Queen spoke in a neutral voice, her
face stone.
Solaja eyed her. “I always get my women in the end, Daenerys Targaryen … tease
me all you want—I will dine on that succulent pale coochie that has Tall Trees
Town all atwitter. All the women want to suck your pale pussy to orgasm over
and over - feeling their faces soaked in your cum… soon it will be my face that
is covered in your cunt as you scream my name, Daenerys. It will only be a
matter of time…”
Daenerys went to the door and opened it wide. Rakharo stared at her with
surprise on his face as the clearly horny and frustrated Summer Islander left
the room in a huff. “Soon Daenerys … I will suck you off so good you’ll faint
from it … mark my words!” the woman stomped down the hall.
As she eyed the retreating, fuming woman Daenerys reflected she could only have
one spouse. This sharing of spouses was notfor her. She wanted a one-on-one
bond. She had become greedy that way. She had gladly and easily bedded the
women of her harem back in Drogo’s Khalasar, but she had been only thirteen
then. She now wanted a woman to share more than just sex with. She wanted a
partner. She wanted a Queen.
She may bed women occasionally to satisfy her continually burning lust but
wanted to find that special someone. She wondered if that woman even existed,
or if it even mattered. Daenerys was trying to wean herself off her cravings
for the female body since she knew she would eventually have to marry a man to
cement her control over Westeros. Wasn’t that the destiny expected of her from
this conservative land?
But in her fantasy she was married to only one woman. She had seen in Dorne
with its “Pride of Dorne” that another way was possible, but it was just not
for her. She still wondered how Myrcella had hooked three beautiful women. All
were clearly devoted to her, each other and her to them in return. She smirked
at Solaja’s retreating back—gods the wild nights they must share!
“Don’t ever let her in my room again. Do you understand that, blood of my
blood?”
Rakharo only shook his head yes as the door closed, his eyes betraying his
confusion.
Daenerys’ thoughts returned to the present and the Small Council.
Daenerys had followed the reports and felt her pride and heart swell when
Myrcella and Arianne’s report had clearly destroyed all the others. Her
instincts were once again right on target. She knew this woman would be a great
leader who would fully support and never turn against her. She smiled.
The forming of the Court had brought out her simmering distrust of the Stark
reticence. She knew something more was at work here but she just couldn’t put
her finger on it. She trusted Tyrion but she needed for him to again vouch for
the House strongly, this time in public. After he did, she felt somewhat
mollified. She knew this would continue to be a thorn in her paw, but, like
Solaja, that problem could wait till tomorrow.
Now it was time to deal with the one person seeking audience. She should have
known they would waste little time seeking audience to air their longstanding
grievances with the Iron Throne.
She heard Tyrion ask to have the representative of the Iron Bank brought in.
They all watched Donadhor Orlolis enter the room with a young male scribe at
this side. He introduced himself, then followed with another long round of
platitudes. This inane practice nearly made Daenerys gag.
Finally it was time to get down to business.
“The Iron Bank is calling in all the debts of the Iron Throne,” Donadhor
Orlolis demanded.
“We just sat on the Throne. This is an unjust demand!” Tyrion shot back.
“The Iron Bank has been put off long enough.”
“Not by us.”
“Nevertheless, we are calling in our marks.”
“First we need to see all the journals and each legal contract.”
“I don’t have all of that with me! You already have your copies.”
“It pains me to say they were destroyed in the sacking of King’s Landing.”
“There was no sacking of Kings Landing!”
“I know, but somehow all the documents went up in flames … most strange. We
will need to see all your records.”
The preliminaries over, the Hand and Masters of Coin and Law each bitched at
the representative of the Iron Bank as they haggled back and forth. The Crown
and the Bank cajoled and threatened each other unpleasantly.
The records were of course safe and sound, but Tyrion was still trying to
figure out all the chicanery and outright fraud he had found. Daenerys’ head
had spun when he tried to show her what he had so far unearthed.
As they argued and whined, Dany reflected on all the gold she had hoarded. She
wanted to use as much as she could on rebuilding, not paying off drunken orgies
and mindless tournaments.
She remembered telling Tyrion what she had done with the plunder she was not
using to pay for her invasion and keep the Dothraki in check.
Daenerys had taken much of the wealth the Slave Cities and put it on great Swan
ships and had her bounty taken to the capital of the Summer Islanders. She knew
not who else to trust. The Summer Islanders simply exuded honor. There her gold
was lying in wait to be used - used for good.
When Tyrion had heard of this he was stunned. That was a big risk, he had told
her.
Daenerys had asked him in return: “Who could I trust? Slaver’s Bay is no more.
The free cities are thieves. The stories of Westeros are little better. Who
should I trust Tyrion?”
The only name that came to Tyrion’s mind was Eddard Stark, but he would not
take it. He was far too wise for that.
“I would protect your gold for you, my Queen,” Tyrion told Dany, looking up at
her with innocent eyes.
The Targaryen had snorted. “With you in charge of my gold Tyrion, your head
would be so filled with wine it would turn into a vat, your body so bloated
with rich food I would need a small wheelbarrow to bear your around, and all
the silly whores that would still fuck your bloated carcass for gold would make
your cock fall off. No, my sweet Hand, for your protection I think I will keep
my gold very far away from you.”
Tyrion had looked up at her with aggrieved eyes and a hint of a smirk.
Daenerys could hear that the men had reached a conclusion for today’s
business.  
The representative from the Iron Bank acted like he was about to leave but
turned to face Daenerys.
“We have the manner of your personal debt to consider my Queen,” Donadhor
Orlolis told her.
The Queen was surprised. She had not expected the Iron Bank to bring up her
personal debt now.
“I had thought we would discuss this at a later time. That was between you and
me.”
“Now is a good time. The only thing that has changed is your title, my Queen.
You are still the same conqueror that you have always been.” Donadhor answered
Daenerys.
“Just add the payment to whatever tally you finally decide on,” Daenerys told
the man in her regal tone.
“I think not. We will require a different payment.”
“What would that be?… you will not have any portion of my throne or power.”
“That we do not wish. You will achieve great things on your throne, O Queeen.
And that will be good for business. Very good indeed.”
“Then what do you require?”
“You will know of it when we decide upon it.”
“How can you not know?”
“It hasn’t happened yet,” was the cryptic reply.
The meeting soon broke up. Thankfully, Solaja left with Harsch. Solaja gave
Daenerys a heated glance as she left arm-in-arm with the blond, handsome
Maester. It was obvious what they were about to do. It was also obvious that
Solaja most definitely still had Daenerys in her sights.
Daenerys once again pinched her nose.
Soon only Tyrion and Daenerys were left in the room of the Small Council.
“Tell me Tyrion. Why do you men swear all these vows of chastity and then never
keep them?”
“I believe the women of the silent sisters and in service of the seven gods are
quite known in their youth for being lusty too, your Grace. Some of the biggest
buyers of moon tea are such temples to cleanse the bodies and minds of their
sisters of… unwanted issues. Plus, the lesbian orgies I hear are quite
legendary.”
The blond woman stared down at the Hand with disdain. “You are a pig Tyrion, do
you know that? A filthy, dirty pig.”
“But I am your pig Daenerys. All for just you,” Tyrion answered sweetly,
looking up with soft puppy eyes, batting his eyelashes.
Daenerys gagged and made a retching sound. “I suddenly feel very ill, Hand!”
Tyrion was happy they could have these humorous moments. The Queen seemed a
different person when she was not brooding.
“So tell me of this debt with the Iron Bank, Daenerys,” Tyrion said as they
started to walk out the room.
Daenerys sighed. “I had them make a contract with the Faceless Men. I had
Prince Ageon VI killed.”
Tyrion looked up, impressed. “Do tell.”
Tyrion
A few hours after Daenerys had heard supplications on the Iron Throne, Tyrion
was in his chambers in the Tower of the Hand. He was mulling over the reports
and beginning research to give the Queen the information she would need to form
an opinion on several complicated supplications that she had heard today. She
would give her pronouncement on them in three days time.
He was happily planning a trip to Chataya and Alayaya’s establishment for some
much needed rest and relaxation. He licked his lips. He found Alayaya to be
most alluring and the things she could do with her mouth and tongue left him
speechless.
There was a knock on his door. He went and opened it and found a young scribe
used to run messages. He handed one such scroll to Tyrion. It had the Queens
seal on it.
Tyrion thanked the runner and gave him a few coppers for his effort and closed
the door. It was an invitation to the Queen’s personal quarters for two hours
past the dinner hour. He saw that four other persons had been invited to join
him in the Queen’s quarters as well.
Tyrion sighed. He would have to postpone his trip to the brothel till tomorrow
night. He wanted plenty of time to enjoy himself.
At the appointed time Tyrion knocked on Daenerys’ door. The Queen opened it and
greeted Tyrion in traditional Dothraki apparel. She wore a blue and orange
painted leather vest that had no hooks or eyelets. The vest hung open parted
wide exposing much of the Queen’s breast. The high and firm breasts were so
enticing as they moved on her chest with the motion of letting Tyrion into the
room that Tyrion nearly tripped over himself trying not to stare.
Daenerys laughed telling him he could look, just not touch. She had on purple
dyed horsehair leggings cinched with a belt of bronze medallions. On her feet
she wore open-toed riding sandals that laced up to the knees.
Daenerys Targaryen was a ravishingly beautiful woman. The scars visible on her
body only added to her exotic allure.
Daenerys was many things but deep down she was as a Khaleesi of her knew
Khalasar she was forming.
Tyrion noticed that Barristan and Missandei were already in the room. The Queen
had stocked a table with cheeses, fruit, rolled meats stuffed with apricots and
a big bowl of locusts. Strong Belwas was also in the room sitting in a large,
comfortable stuffed chair in front of the fire place stuffing locusts in his
mouth by the handful and slurping down fermented goat’s milk.
He burped loudly, patting his stomach happily.
Missandei and Barristan were sitting around a small circular table conversing
softly while drinking tea and nibbling on some cheese, cherries and berries.
Tyrion joined them as he sat on a chair sized for him with steps up to it. The
Queen stood beside the table laughing as they talked about life and Missandei
related a humorous tale from her time on Naath before her capture by slavers.
There was another knock on the door and Daenerys went to answer her it, her
tight ass flexing sweetly with each step. Tyrion cursed his cock. He saw
Barristan smirking at him. Damn the man and his self-control. He even caught
Missandei enjoying the view - what woman couldn’t enjoy the body of another
beautiful woman?
Daenerys invited in Syrio. Their group was now complete.
Syrio joined them at the table after getting a plate of food.
Strong Belwas had refilled his bowl with locusts and was again eating happily.
Daenerys joined them sitting in the last free chair. “I have invited you all
here tonight because I want to form a group of my closest advisors and friends.
I have come to value each and everyone in this room. Four of you have been with
me almost from the beginning of my conquest back to my homeland.
“The fifth, you Tyrion, have proved yourself to be loyal and a good friend. You
are cunning and expert at the Game of Thrones.
“I want to form what I will call my ‘Klutch of Confidantes’. This will be an
informal meeting of my most trusted advisors. I value and totally accept the
council and advice that will be provided by the Small Council but I want a
smaller group that I can discuss particular issues with. To tackle problems
that are more complex and challenging.
“We can discuss these items without the discord of too many viewpoints all
clamoring to be heard and given credence to. We can take up issues that have
been divisive in the Small Council and start to form answers and resolutions.
These quiet meetings will hopefully allow us to present a united front to the
Small Council. In these private meetings we will search for the best decisions
for the realm.
“I also want these meetings to be a time of friendship and simple bonding. I
like and love each of you dearly. I want us to spend time together in
comradery. It will only make us stronger and more united. I would like to meet
twice a week. I want to meet on the first of the week and also the middle of
the week.
“We will discuss any pressing issues. If any problems are proving vexing in the
Small Council we can form bases for policies and procedures here to meet the
needs of the realm. These will be presented by the Hand back to the Small
Council.”
Tyrion was pleased with how Daenerys was making sure to increase his status and
prestige with the persons on the Small Council.
“If we enter into a crisis situation, we will meet as necessary. Since this is
our first meeting I propose we just enjoy our time together.”
Tyrion looked over at Strong Belwas who was now snoring loudly his immense gut
quivering with his loud snores.
Daenerys saw him looking at the large eunuch.
“He is here, Tyrion, because he is a dear friend and I do not want him to feel
left out of this group. He has been loyal from the start of my campaign across
Slavers Bay. He would have been hurt if excluded. There may come a time when
his unique perspective may prove beneficial.”
Tyrion’s estimation of the Queen rose another notch with her sensitivity to the
feelings of the large, coarse, but endearing eunuch.
Daenerys held up a pack of Lysene playing cards. “Anyone open for a game of
Pyramid poker?” the Queen asked, waggling her eyebrows.
When everyone left her quarters two hours later, the Queen was sullen and
mumbling under her breath. Tyrion grinned up at her as he walked out with most
of the winnings.
***** The Dragon's Maw *****
                                   Chapter 7
                               The Dragon’s Maw
                                 2 months ago
                     Eddard / Arya / Eddard / Sansa / Arya
Eddard
The horses steel shod hooves hammered the road as the group of men traveled
down the twisting lane at a slow canter. Dew was forming droplets of glittering
water on the needles of the trees and falling silently to the earth. The banner
of the snarling Direwolf flew from the standard high and proud, snapping in the
morning breeze, calling attention to any who may be looking. The haze hid the
world in half-shadows and mystery.
The trees lined the road in a mournful procession as high in the sky the
ubiquitous hawk screamed its mournful cry to the unseeing world below. The
sentinels had lined this road long before Eddard Stark rode down this path.
These same sentinels would still be there guarding the mysteries hidden in the
forests behind them long after Eddard Stark was in his icy tomb beneath
Winterfell.
Eddard Stark felt troubled. He could sense these were great times. Great times
he had come to understand usually caused heartbreak and catastrophe. He thought
back to Robert calling his banners, forcing him to march south years ago. So
much death had ensued. He feared in his heart that the fates were once more in
need of strife watered with bloodshed.
The arrival of the Dragon Queen had set in motion forces he was unsure of. She
was definitely an improvement over his old childhood friend. Robert had turned
into such a disappointment, even after he had shown such promise. It had been
so disheartening to see all that potential waste away in drunken orgies of
excess.
Robert had dissipated and with him, his kingdom. The Queen promised a new age.
He could only hope she would deliver. He hoped that events and forces would
give her the opportunity to achieve what had been so inspiring in her letter.
He had ridden out of the gates of Winterfell near dawn to patrol the country
grounds. He did not truly fear any trouble - the wall was patrolled, and the
wildlings were still held at bay. He was just restless. He felt something
coming, deep in his bones. He had ridden out with Rob, Theon and his castellan
Rodrik Cassel, along with a party of ten northern soldiers. They headed down
the King’s Road toward Cerwyn.
As expected the patrol had been unmolested by brigands or Wildlings.
Peace outside made up for the rancor within the ranks of the House Stark.
Eddard sighed as his oldest son and heir to Winterfell continued to press his
argument once again.
“Tell me again father, why we are not marching South to King’s Landing? Why are
we still in the North when your king has need of you? We should march south to
King Robert’s aid! Doing nothing only brings dishonor to the House of Stark!”
Rob exclaimed.
Eddard sighed. He and Rob had been arguing for the past two weeks about the
North not calling its banners and marching south to bring support for the King
of Westeros. Eddard felt his stomach clench for what felt like the thousandth
time. He was torn.
Robert, for some reason, had left him an out. He had not called in anyof his
banners. In fact, he had done nothing at all that Eddard could see. He had
decided to use the out provided by his childhood friend. You cannot march to a
King’s aid if he did not request it. Or could he? He knew it was sophistry. He
would have marched if Robert had made the call, but he had not.
In the godswood while sharpening his swords Ice and Morning Star he thanked
Robert for sparing him the necessity of marching south. Was Robert so wane and
wasted that he no longer cared about his fate? Again it was so unlike the boy
and then young man he had grown up with. He was just thankful.
Eddard knew what would happen if he took an army south now. It would burn. The
Targaryen woman, Daenerys Targaryen First of her Name had dragons. That changed
everything. Rob in his brash youth had failed to see the folly of marching to
certain death. He only saw honor and the potential for dishonor.
Rob insisted that the North could defeat any army on the field of battle. The
only problem with that argument was the primary assault would come from the
air. How had the girl gotten a hold of three dragons? Over the last two months
all who had spied the dragons said that they would appear as if by magic, often
flying high going north or winging back down south.
The dragons would circle a city of the north their bodies glinting so
beautifully in the sky, like precious gems given life. They would then fly
onward disappearing into the distance. They would not appear again for days or
weeks. Their appearances were mercurial, like apparitions from the nether
world.
A few times they had flown low enough for Eddard to truly see what he would be
up against - death. They had been so huge; their wings seemed to spread form
horizon to horizon. How could such large beasts like that fly? They were the
essence of magic given life.
Theon supported Rob and boasted that he would shoot the eyes out of any dragon
that dared come near. He was always overconfident with his bow. He and Arya
both were. This was another problem that constantly vexed the Lord of
Winterfell.
The daughter that seemed to be half wolf she was so fierce. He had protected
her from society and its mores and even her own mother, but he knew soon he
would be forced to act. His stomach clenched knowing what that would do his
youngest daughter. He scowled. He had no alternative answer to the duty his
daughter would be required to perform.
He was raised to be Warden of the North. It was a duty and an honor. It was
just at times he hated that duty. He hated being the executioner of justice but
he never shirked his responsibility. He knew eventually he would be forced to
do his duty with Arya and even Sansa now.
He looked up into the misty morning sky. Not today, though, he thought.
His mind drifted then, thinking of Bran and the strange malady that stuck him
the day the ravens had arrived with messages from the Queen. Rickon had been
sent to find his errant brother and to tell him to come down from his climbing
escapades. Rickon had come running back crying. He had found Bran lying on the
ground, broken from a long fall off the broken tower.
They had found Bran on the ground, his body and limbs spread out at odd angles
with his legs twisted. His back had been broken like a twig. Eddard had looked
at the tower wall that Bran had climbed so easily a thousand times before.
Something did not feel right. He looked up again and saw a large raven staring
down at them with beady eyes.
He had snapped his head, but the raven had flown off. For a moment he could
have sworn the raven had three eyes. He shook his head and chided himself for
seeing things. One thing he truly did see was his son’s hands covered with
bright red marks. Marks that looked like what a raven’s beak would deliver. He
looked again up at the tower, but still he saw no ravens.
His body broken, Bran had been in a sweat-soaked fever ever since.
The timing was too strange to be coincidence, but, how could a message from the
Queen trigger such a strange event? One could not cause the other, could it?
His son was strong, and he stubbornly clung to life. He kept muttering of the
‘three-eyed raven’ and something about how only the dragon, wolf, and Azor Ahai
reborn could defeat the ‘Ice King’. The Tree of Life needed its new seer. He
kept repeating how the dragon and the direwolf must lie together. His first
rants had sent dread down Ned’s spine. The last was cryptic; though he knew
deep down what it meant.
Arya had always had a deep fascination with dragons of House Targaryen.
Memories from nearly twenty years ago came flooding to his mind. He would never
allow that. The House of Targaryen was mad. They were too in love with the fire
that was emblematic of their house. He remembered as if were yesterday, the
savage murder of his father and brother at the hands of King Aerys II
Targaryen, the "Mad King”. He had been called that for good reason.
Had the insanity passed on to his children? He had heard rumors of Viserys
Targaryen’s demise, a death his mad actions had made certain. If the brother
was mad, certainly his sister carried the same taint.
The heavy fog of the morning had burned off to a high haze. The sun was clearly
visible, but only as a hazy orb as Winterfell came into view. Eddard smiled. It
would be good to be home. He listened to Theon boast of his prowess with the
bow, and the death he planned to give the Targaryen bitch’s mount, until he
started to detail what he would do the helpless woman after.
Theon started talk of salt wives. He would make the white haired woman his bed
wench.
Eddard was proud when Rob cut over him and told Theon in a tone of command that
the woman would be taken hostage and accorded the appropriate respect of a high
born noble. He had raised his son right.
Winterfell drew closer, and his blood quickened seeing the ancestral home of
House Stark.
Eddard’s mind went to his bastard son and the news he had sent. Jon was certain
that the Ice King had risen again. He had first started mentioning the Wight
King’s resurrection over a year ago, becoming more confident and sure with the
passing months. All had guessed of his return but Jon now spoke with solid
certainty.
Jon had no particular proof, but he was adamant on the matter. When Eddard had
pressed his son on the issue, Jon had become cryptic. He told his father that
he needed to trust him; that the moment of this age was at hand. Jon refused to
tell his father why, and how he was so certain of this.
If the Ice King was not fought, stopped, and killed at the Wall, all of
Westeros would fall under his power and all human life would be exterminated.
The Ice King hated all things that had warm blood flowing in their veins.
After eight thousand years their implacable enemy had arisen from whatever foul
grave had held him. The rest of Westeros no longer believed in a threat that
wanted to rend and kill them. The North had not forgotten. Winter is coming,
Eddard thought.
Eddard had so much wanted to dismiss his son, but deep down he knew Jon spoke
the truth. He would have to time his march north just right. He would need to
arrive at the perfect moment to strike. Winter was coming, and the land could
not long hold and feed a large army.
Without an immediate battle drawing their attention, dissension would soon
blossom and start to tear at the fabric of the assembled host of men against
the ancient evil embodied in the Ice King. Why now? He kept going back to
Bran’s mad fever induced ramblings. Was the Targaryen a key to victory? How?
She had just arrived in Westeros.
Soon he would be in the comforting walls of Winterfell. Eddard Stark scanned
the horizon yet again, still feeling troubled. His battle instincts told him
danger was present, but he simply could not see it. His companions appeared to
feel none of his rising anxiety. He looked around again.
Suddenly the five direwolves of his children began to howl madly. Then he heard
screams from the other side of Winterfell.
Eddard cursed his stupidity. He had looked everywhere but up.
 
Arya
Arya had gotten up with the birds singing before the break of dawn. She had
quickly dressed and ate a meal with the servants in the kitchen. Nymeria
joining her to feast on a thick ox bone.  Ayra enjoyed eating with the common
people, it helped to remind her that she was really no one that special. Stark
was only a name when you came down to it.
She had gone out after eating and met Rodrik Cassel, spending ten minutes
practicing new sword strokes with the castellan. When they fought, she let him
win. She knew her skills. Only her brother and father were her betters with the
sword, and she was improving every day. She could feel it. Everyone else seemed
to be slowing down while she was speeding up.
She was sure she would soon surpass Rob. Only her father still put fear in her.
He would practice with her, willing to take the abuse they both knew he would
receive from her mother Catelyn. She adored her father for standing up to his
wife, though Arya knew it cost her father frozen looks and stiff shoulders. She
also knew that he was delaying as long as possible before she would be forced
into a political marriage. Arya shuddered at the thought. She had already
decided she would run herself through on a sword first. She was not some prized
heifer to be given as a dowry.  
She could not understand how her mother so eagerly sought to marry her off to a
man she knew nothing about. Sansa had seemed so anxious to married off to some
highborn noble’s son. Arya started to sneer but stopped - that was not exactly
true anymore, either.
Sansa had changed. She was still the proper lady, but she no longer mooned over
that noble’s son or the other. She had become reserved, and only smiled and
nodded when asked about suitors. Arya had been suspicious at first, thinking
her sister had fallen in love with the baker’s son or something.
She knew her sister was not cold-blooded. Arya had heard her moaning and crying
out in her room when she snuck to her sister's thick door and pressed her ear
to it. The sounds muffled and barely heard but clearly passionate. Her sweet
sister wasnot so sweet and innocent, in truth. Arya smirked. She had almost
heard a name. Morgan, Merlyn, Mace, Martell? Something like that. She had
racked her brain, but could not pull a name that fit the muffled cries of a
barely heard ‘I love you’, followed by sounds of ecstasy.
Arya had tried to talk to Sansa about masturbation, but Sansa’s face and ears
would go beet red and she would sputter and run off. This left Arya very
frustrated. She was sure in seven hells not talking to her mother about
masturbating, or about whom she fantasized over when in the act.
Arya hacked at the dummies harder. She was upset that as per usual she was not
allowed to go out on patrol with her father. It was so fucking unfair! She
knewher father wanted to let her ride on the patrols. She knew her father, and
knew his sense of propriety prevented him from granting her that privilege. He
would not incite any more half-spoken words about his daughter than he already
had.
She told herself that it was going to be a boring patrol anyways, as she pulled
out her bow and practiced shooting arrows in the eyes, mouth and nose of the
dummies. She knew not even Theon was close to her in mastery of the bow. She
loved loosing arrows at the targets, it calmed her mind. The arrow already knew
its destination - she merely had to launch it between heartbeats.
She never missed anymore. Arya spent some more time with the sword after she
felt satisfied with her archery.
Once she was through with drills, Arya sat down to eat a pear. Her mind
drifted, and she thought about how legends had so recently come back to life.
Dragons flew in the heavens above. She had even seen the majestic beasts
herself, flying slowly across the horizon, always on a journey across the
skies.
Many reports had started to come in of the dragons flying low over cities and
holdfasts. Last week White Harbor and Moat Caitlin were flown over by the green
and white dragons. The same day Hornwood had been visited by the mighty black
dragon with a pale, white, female rider. The dragon had actually landed in the
square! It had roared and spun around before both dragon and rider took off
flying high over Hornwood once again before finally wheeling off into the
horizon. The people were all atwitter. The Targaryen had not attacked!
The stories said the woman riding the beast was a warrior of great stature, and
that she had a sword on her back that she never unsheathed. Her message was
clear along the raven’s scrolls that constantly arrived. ‘I want peace. I will
usher in an age of greatness and prosperity for all.’ All of the messages had
ended with ‘I want to fight no more, forever’.
Many now no longer wanted to resist the woman. They wanted to give her a chance
to meet with the people. They felt she deserved an airing.
Arya knew that she herself would love to give the mighty warrior woman a
personal meeting, her cheeks reddening at the thought. She felt her pussy
getting wet just thinking of the mighty Targaryen Queen. Surely she came in
peace. Didn’t she?
Arya saw that the heavy fog had burned off, and only a light haze remained in
the cool air. She climbed to the ramparts and looked for her father while
daydreaming of having the freedom to be what she knew she could be. She could
be a great warrior. She felt it inside. Damn! Why had she been born a silly
girl?! As much as she loved being a woman, men’s rules kept pinning her down.
Hell, her own mothersought to clip her wings every chance she could.
Her father came into view, and her melancholy began to lift. She loved her
noble father, who did all this world allowed for her.
The party slowly grew larger as they came closer to the ancient castle. She was
smiling down at her father, even though he could not see her. He was her hero.
She could see he was in a pensive mood, listening to Theon boast as he always
did.
Suddenly, Nymeria was howling in the courtyard. She looked to the square below.
Following Nym, all of the direwovles began howling and jumping around in
circles, snapping at the air, their haunches and tails bristled. They each
faced the north side of the keep.
By the OLD GODS! Screams began to run up and down Winterfell. A hurricane of
wind swept over the castle as a monstrous black dragon flew between the two
closest towers and zoomed over Arya’s head. She knew if she had held up her bow
it would have jerked out of her hand by the propulsion of the passing dragon’s
body.
RRRROOOAAAARRRRRRRRR!
Arya’s body whipped around as the dragon passed overhead. The flying beast
immediately dipped once passing by the castle walls. It landed with its hind
legs swept forward just over her father’s approaching party. The horses began
bucking and screaming in terror as they reared, throwing a few riders to the
ground. Rob was being jerked about on the saddle, and her father was barely
able to control his war charger.
The dragon’s mighty talons on its hind legs dug long deep trenches in the Earth
as it stopped its body forward momentum.
The dragon had fortunately missed her father. But the warrior princess is
supposed to be a force for good! Arya thought desperately. After the dragon had
landed it moved so quickly she could barely follow its motions as the beast
swirled its body around to crouch down on all fours about a hundred feet behind
her father’s party. The beast’s black head jerking and swaying side to side to
avoid any arrows if any had been loosed.
The black dragon’s neck surged forward, its massive mouth opened wide open. Her
father was about to die! “NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Arya screamed. In her mind she saw
a hot massive gout of flame lashing over her father and brother, incinerating
them.
RRRROOOAAAARRRRRRRRR!
But they did not die. The dragon had only roared. Once done, its neck pulled
back and it rose up on its powerful legs. The dragon slowly turned, keeping its
head pointed at the party. The dragon slowly moved to the left keeping its
bright eyes focused on her father. The intelligence obvious in those red eyes
with cat like pupils.
Then, Arya saw her. Gods, she was so beautiful, pale and white on the massive
midnight dragon. The woman’s white hair was long and beautiful. The silky
strands wildly fluttering in the winds surrounding the moving dragon. The
woman’s violet eyes were so beautiful.
RRRROOOAAAARRRRRRRRR! RRRROOOAAAARRRRRRRRR!
The beast of legend roared again, but did not attack. Arya’s fear diminished at
the strange behavior. The dragon and rider threatened, but had not caused harm.
What was Daenerys Targaryen’s game?
She noticed Theon was trying to pull his bow out to string it. Her father
grabbed his arm, jerking it back down.
Arya watched the black dragon lower its body as its long talons dug into the
earth. Suddenly, the beast heaved up on its mighty rear legs, propelling the
dragon high in the air on brute strength alone. The black behemoth flapped his
wings, and the dragon bounded over to the opposite side of the riding party to
land adroitly.
The dragon roared again, its neck shuddering with the force of it.
The horses continued rearing and bucking as the riders struggled to turn them,
even as they were lost in their own confusion. The dragon hunched its head,
watching the riders as it slinked low in short motions to circle back to its
original position.
Arya saw Rob pull his sword out of its scabbard as he started to advance. Ned
grabbed his elbow, nearly unseating Rob in the process. Rob whirled and yelled
at his father as the dragon roared yet again.
RRRROOOAAAARRRRRRRRR!
Eddard calmed his party down as dragon and rider both watched them warily. The
dragon’s tail swished back and forth just over the ground, the tip rising up a
few times and shaking in anticipation.
Ned slowly advanced ten feet in front of the rest of his party. He slowly, so
very slowly, pulled Ice from the sheath on the side of his war horse. Once the
Valyrian greatsword was out, he brought it up slowly, the hilt in front of his
face. He touched his forehead to the flat of blade in a solemn salute to the
pale Targaryen.
For a moment, the blond woman did not move. Then, slowly, her hand reached back
behind her and gripped a sword pommel that only now Arya saw. The Targaryen
pulled her sword out and all gasped as they saw it burn a bright blue. The
color absolutely beautiful. The sword’s glow seemed to radiate from within the
blade.  
She noticed the woman’s face slash in surprise for some reason, but it quickly
regained impassive control. She brought her sword up and copied her father’s
salute.
She touched the glowing blue blade to her face, illuminating it in a ghostly
hue. Then she brought the glowing sword back down.
“Keso glaesot iderēptot daor syt loktyni gaomoti iderēbzi. Va oktio remȳti
Eddard Stark. Va oktio remȳti vo Zentyssy Stark,”the Targaryen cried out in a
clear, melodious soprano voice.
Then the white haired woman sheathed her sword and launched her dragon into the
sky, gone as quickly as she had come in the lifting haze.
It was only when the Targaryen had vanished that Arya notice Maester Luwin
beside her. “Did you understand her? What language was she speaking?” she
asked.
Master Luwin smiled kindly down at Arya. “She spoke in high Valyrian, her
mother tongue. She said what she ends her scrolls with: ‘I want to fight no
more, forever.’ She then wished peace upon your father and then his entire
House, my sweet child.” the Maester told her affectionately.
Arya heard her father coming in the open gates and raced down to meet his
party.
 
Eddard
Eddard said a quick prayer to the old gods when he saw the dragon flying in
from over Winterfell. The dragon had passed just over their heads.
He had seen the beasts mighty hind legs pushed forward its great razor sharp
talons approaching his party. The weight and momentum of the great dragon would
have those talons rip him and his party to shreds. The talons lifted at the
instant and passed over their heads leaving them untouched.
He was shocked to still be alive. That had been a killing attack. They should
be dead. He saw the woman staring at him intently with those violet eyes of old
Valyria. It was in that instant that Eddard knew that Daenerys had no intention
of killing them there.
She had moved around them threatening but not attacking. She had only probed
and tested them. He wondered if he had passed as she winged back up to the sky
and quickly disappeared into the mist.
He quickly led his stunned riding party back into the safety of Winterfell.
Inside the gates was pandemonium. Shouts and angry remarks filled the air as
total confusion reigned. ‘What had that all been about?!’ was the question on
everyone’s lips.
“Why did you stop me from challenging her father?! Why did you stop Theon from
notching his bow?” Rob raged.
Eddard dismounted and waited for his son and ward to hit the ground. They all
stood in rigid postures of conflict.
“Rob … if you had ridden out, or Theon notched his bow, we would all be dead.
Her dragon was poised to breathe flames at a moment’s notice. She could have
killed us at any time. She chose not to. She was testing us, to see if we would
show the same restraint as she was showing. I hope she does not hold your
youthful desire for conflict against us, son.”
Rob backed off slightly, mollified as he appeared to contemplate his father’s
words. Then Arya ran up to Eddard, her small body trembling with excitement.
She was nearly babbling in her enthusiasm, asking him questions about what had
happened. What did it feel like? What did Daenerys look like up close? How tall
was she? Six foot six inches? Did he see how her sword had glowed blue? Had he
been afraid?
Eddard ruffled his youngest daughter’s hair and answered her questions as best
he could. He knew the Targaryen was a short woman, but decided to let his
daughter’s fantasy live on. He told her the woman was beautiful, which she was.
He told his daughter that he had, indeed, been very afraid. Arya was surprised
at that.
“Everyone who is wise feels great fear, Arya. It is how we deal with it that
will mark our place in history.” Ned told her.
Sansa came up then, catching Arya’s attention. If she had not been so
distracted by her sister, she would have seen her father’s expression turn
grim, clearly displaying his unease.
Many things were converging at once, and all of them pointed North.
 
Sansa
Sansa had been inside working on her stitching while thinking of her love. She
had her concentration broken by the howling of all the direwolves, the
cacophony absolutely deafening. She raced down the stairs and out to the
courtyard, where she saw a large crowd at the front of the castle high up on
the wall, looking down. She hurried up, for once thankful for her five foot-
nine inch height that allowed her to quickly find a break in the wall of heads
before her.
She had seen and heard the Targaryen shout her words in high Valyrian. Her
education had allowed her to catch something about not fighting, and that she
wished goodwill on their house, she was sure.
Almost sure.
Arya had nearly bowled her over as she ran down to see their father. She
watched with an idle smile, seeing Arya so excited. Legends and combat had
always thrilled her little sister. Today she had seen both.
Sansa looked around at the agitated crowd milling and arguing about what it all
had meant. She heard her father telling his lieutenants that there was no
danger from the Targaryen, and ordering them to calm the people.
Sansa scanned the yard, worried. She hoped that Highgarden would be spared the
Targaryen’s wrath; they were so much closer to King’s Landing. Wouldn’t the
Targaryen focus more on them? She might feel it necessary to make an example of
the southern House. She might attack their seat of power and endanger the
Tyrells. She felt her heart clench at the thought. No! That would not happen.
If the Targaryen showed restraint here, she would show it at Highgarden. She
had to.
Her anxiety lessened as she watched her sister gush about the event. Arya was
telling her how the dragon woman must have been seven feet tall. She was so
powerful, and her hair so white and soft blowing in the breeze. And then her
eyes…! Arya started to trail off with a dreamy look on her face.
Sansa smirked. Could her sister be any more obvious? She always wore her
emotions on her face. Sansa though, had been trained for high court. She had
learned to hide her feelings when necessary. She had learned well the Game of
Thrones.
Like now.
Sansa giggled as she heard Arya carry on. “She’s soooooo beautiful!” Arya was
shamelessly mooning over the Targaryen who was a living legend come to life for
her.
She sighed. Maybe it was time she talked to Arya. It would be so nice to
confide in her sister – especially since she was sure they shared the same
secret.
She watched as Arya went bounding off, filled with her usual restless energy.
Sansa looked up at the sky. How could she work this to get to Highgarden…?
 
Arya
Arya stood up on the battlements. The sun had set an hour ago, and the air was
cooling fast.
Today had been a day of excitement and good news. Seeing a dragon up close and
seeing the Targaryen Queen on the beast of legend had fired up her imagination.
She saw in Daenerys Targaryen that it was indeed possible for a young girl to
dream of greatness.
Arya looked around and sighed, wondering how hard it would be to kiss a woman
who was over six and a half feet tall. It wouldn’t be so easy, but she was sure
she could make it work somehow.
On top of it all, shortly after the Targaryen had flown off a maid came
bursting out to tell everyone that Bran had awakened. He was in his right mind,
and had already eaten. Her little brother was going to live!
Yes, today, had been a mostly good day.
She had tried to ply Rob and Theon for additional information about the
confrontation, and they had brushed her off. Theon especially made it clear
that this was a matter for men to handle. Even Rodrik Cassel had told her to go
inside where she belonged in his exasperation at all her excited questions.
It had all had filled Arya with anger. She was so tired of being relegated to
the background because of her sex. It was beyond unfair. She silently fumed,
looking up at the bright stars coming out across the northern sky.
She wondered how the Targaryen Queen felt, riding a dragon and brandishing a
bright blue shining Valyrian steel sword. Where had that come from? She had
never read or heard of anything like that. What must it feel like, to be all
you could be, to be unfettered. Daenerys Targaryen had already conquered half
of Essos if the reports were true. Now, she was set to take all of Westeros as
well.
Arya just wanted to get on a horse and ride south. She would find the Queen and
throw her sword and bow at the feet of the Queen and pledge her allegiance. She
could just disappear and as they looked to the woods for her as she raced
south.
… … Nice fantasy.
She knew she couldn’t just run South by herself. She had to come up with a plan
… great tidings were occurring. One way or another, she would pledge her
service to her beautiful Queen.
Arya sighed to herself. Her hair was so white and silky … and her eyes so
violet … so damn beautiful. She was already smitten with the warrior woman who
had appeared from legend.
***** Winging Home *****
                                   Chapter 8
                                 Winging Home
                                Two Months Ago
                  Daenerys / Meera / Daenerys / Eddard / Arya
Daenerys
Daenerys had a lot of things to consider about her meeting with the Starks.
She remembered winging up towards Winterfell that morning after exploring the
Northern Barrowlands. She had been lulled by the slight up and down motions
caused by Drogon’s mighty wings pinioning as they pumped and drove him forward.
The wind blowing across her face was also soothing.
She looked down at the land rolling several thousand feet below her, the hills
undulating as she passed. The corpses of green trees stood in stark relief to
the close ground hugging ferns and lichen that covered much of this moist, cool
landscape. She spotted a few lone houses nestled into hollows in the hills for
shelter, and wondered about the hardy souls that lived in such a seemingly
unforgiving environment.
She admired people who lived on and from the earth. She noticed a few small
herds of cows, some goats and big horn sheep in the higher, more craggy ridges
she crossed over as the lines of peaks passed close underneath Drogon as she
soared by.
The Queen crossed the King’s Road as she continued north. On the horizon was a
bank of clouds hugging the ground from east to west; a heavy fog that clung to
the land like a blanket embracing a sleepy child. It had been mesmerizing. If
she had been superstitious, she may feared it was a supernatural warning to
turn South.
The sun rose in the sky, and the moisture started to burn off. The approaching
wall of fog was like a sentinel denying her access to the North. She had Drogon
descend until he was flying just below the line of fog, his horns bobbing up to
appear in the fog briefly before dipping down again. His massive black wings
swept up and out of the clouds before descending in a slow arc to disappear in
the cloud bank again. Daenerys felt the fog flow over her breast and stomach,
her head remaining above the clouds.
She had felt like some mythological creature, her lower half water and her
upper half human. She laughed, gaily enjoying the moment.
She dove into the cloud bank and enjoyed the water caressing her face and then
rising over the rolling bank of moisture to dry off in the warm sun.
After she had frolicked, the clouds gradually thinned and began to dissipate.
She spied Eddard with a patrol party, her dragon easily able to see the banners
even from the height that they were flying at. The mist had hidden them to
those on the ground, but not the reverse. She contemplated what to do for
several minutes before an evil smile crossed her face.
Daenerys made a wide looping turn, losing altitude. It had been exhilarating
flying over the castle battlements, and taking Drogon just over the head of
Eddard himself.
It had been enjoyable watching the party scramble in disarray. She could have
killed them at any time, but that was not her goal. She wanted the Great Houses
to see both her power and her restraint.
She had observed one of the man’s sons trying to notch a bow, and the other,
larger one attempting to come forward, his sword being pulled from his
scabbard. She was pleased to see Eddard stopping the rash actions of his sons
(or was the smaller one the ward she had read about?) Either way, Daenerys was
thankful that she had not had to escalate the confrontation.
Her goal was to avoid any unnecessary death. Already more than half of Westeros
had pledged allegiance to her. Her plan was working exactly as she had hoped -
she was showing both her might, and her restraint. And Eddard, more than most,
was a man who needed to see both from her.
Finally, Eddard slowly came forward and pulled his great Valyrian sword out.
Daenerys’ eyes had bulged a little at seeing the huge size of the great
broadsword - it was as tall as she was! He had brought it to his forehead in a
clear show of respect, indicating he wanted to avoid any further conflict.
Daenerys had pulled her own sword from her scabbard and immediately felt it
start to vibrate. She was taken aback; that had never happened before. The
sword had actually started producing a strange, barely heard whistle and felt
like it was trying to lean toward the great castle Winterfell.
She had looked at the blade and concentrated on it, and it immediately ceased
its strange behavior. She shook her head and repeated the actions of Eddard
Stark, bringing her sword to her forehead. She knew the blue glow of her runes
would put a mesmerizing glow about her face. She was using every trick in her
arsenal to bend her kingdom to her. She knew she was considered a beautiful
woman. She was not intentionally immodest, only bearing in mind what so many
had made clear to her. Hell, who was she fooling - she was drop dead gorgeous!
She knew the blue aurora around her white hair and pale features would make a
most beguiling image.
Her message sent, she had no reason to linger any further.
After the brief standoff, Daenerys had quickly sheathed her sword and urged
Drogon to take to the air. She always enjoyed feeling the power of her son. His
legs tensed and his body crouched, then suddenly he pushed up with his mighty
limbs. His roar echoed off the landscape and his massive wings quickly had his
hulking body disappearing into the mist again as they gained altitude.
Daenerys always enjoyed the simple act of flying on Drogon. It was freeing, and
filled her with a surging pulse of excitement every time Drogon beat his wings.
Before long Daenerys was high up on the thermals and flying back South. The
cool air on her heated skin felt like an elixir that thrummed in her veins.
She was soon lulled into a semi-awake state. Daenerys did not need any type of
saddle or bridle when she flew on Drogon, she used her mind to guide her
dragons. It had surprised Tyrion at first. He had constantly looked for and
asked where she had her dragon horn, or what magical scrolls had she learned to
bend the dragons to her will.
At first Daenerys had been offended and even angry at the very idea of
controlling her dragons in that way, but that was before she learned that only
through the magical devices of spells or horns had Valyria and her own
ancestors been able to control their dragons. It was a little confusing for her
to imagine it working that way; she had simply loved her dragons and asked them
to do her bidding. She explained to Tyrion that when Syrio Forel had taught her
meditation to learn the warrior’s way she had discovered that it had opened a
larger door between her and her dragons. Before the meditation exercises, her
communication with her dragons had been tenuous at best.
But the more Daenerys reached her inner self the more in-tune she became with
her dragons. She became able to speak to them in an almost human capacity, and
could feel their moods and desires. They were fierce beasts with a hot hunger
for life, but they craved her love above all other things.
As her bond with her dragons increased, she was able to utilize their senses as
naturally as her own. She could see a rabbit hopping on the ground from a mile
up, or smell a large elk hidden in a forest. She had come to realize that her
dragons saw far more than humans. They could see the colors in plants that were
invisible to the human eye. They were also able to see the thermal heat of
animals.
The dragons loved hunting at night, using this advantage to see their prey
while they themselves were invisible to most. The sight of a wild boar all
bright red and yellow was strange and exhilarating to Daenerys as they hurtled
down to the Earth to catch prey. She grew to love sharing the hunt with her
sons.
Daenerys ran her hands and feet into the ridges between great scales on
Drogon’s back, and bent forward to drowse as they flew South at a sedate pace
that ate up the leagues hungrily.
As she drifted, Daenerys reflected back on her continuing dream of the
Direwolf. The beast was still brushing its nose on her feet, panting and
looking up at her with only what she could call love. Strange, the tiny blond
woman thought. The Direwolf was a beast of the North and House Stark… why would
it show such emotion to her?
The only thing idea that made sense was that House Stark would inevitably
submit to her. But they had a long history of fealty to the former king, though
always from a distance and with seeming great reluctance to form deeper bonds.
It was almost as if they felt themselves superior. That idea rankled the
Targaryen.
For the next several hours Daenerys slept on Drogon’s back. They had a long
flight back to Dorne.
Suddenly, Drogon awoke Daenerys from her peaceful slumber. He put into her mind
the image that he was seeing far below on the ground.
Daenerys quickly shook herself awake, rubbing her eyes. She saw in her mind’s
eye the marshy land of the Neck. She referenced her history lessons with
Barristan Selmy and Tyrion - these were the lands of the House Reed. It was a
land of bogs and supposedly floating cities that never stayed in one place for
long.
Many an army had perished trying to conqueror that land. She was not going to
make that mistake.
Far below on a large paddock she spied what had captured Drogon’s attention.
She looked through his eyes to see the field in clear detail as she began a
wide, spiraling descent.
It was most strange. She saw in the paddock a small gathering of people, and
three great banners. She saw the Banner of Stark, the great snarling direwolf.
Next to it was the banner of her household, the three headed dragon of House
Targaryen. Finally, there was a banner with a black lizard-lion on a grey-green
field. The sigil of House Reed.
How had they known she would be flying over just now? Strange.
As she lowered she switched back to her own vision and looked around. The
people appeared to be unarmed. She asked Drogon if he sensed any danger hidden
in the surrounding woods and bogs, but he did not see or feel any threat.
Daenerys flew over the field several times beyond the range of bow shot and
mulled over her options. She really had only one. Her curiosity had been
peaked, and she simply had to know what the Reeds sought. Also, to just leave
now would look cowardly, and Daenerys would never show fear to anyone.
Daenerys landed on the paddock near the marshlands. She slowly got off her
dragon, then stood her ground. With Drogon behind her, she was protected from
any attack from the rear. She watched the small party converse for a few
moments before they started to walk toward her.
Daenerys broke into a smile as she watched them approach. They were a small
people! She was actually as tall as the two women present, and the men did not
tower over her. She decided that she already liked them.
The small woman at the forefront of the party introduced herself as Meera Reed.
Her brother, Jojen, was introduced next. His green eyes stared into her with a
disquieting introspection as if he was judging her mettle. Daenerys’ back
straightened as she locked eyes with the youth. They stared for long moments
before the young man turned his head with a smile.
“She is all that I said she would be,” he softy told his sister.
Daenerys was not sure she liked being weighed like that.
Daenerys was introduced to the rest of the small party and found their father,
Howland Reed was with them. He came to her and bowed down on his knees. “House
Reed gives its allegiance to the true Queen of Westeros. We will sacrifice
ourselves to the last man in your service. The Ice Wights and Undead will not
pass, as long as one Reed remains alive.”
Ice Wights…Undead? … What is this man thinking? Daenerys thought to herself.
“My son and daughter will explain all to you that they can. Some things, I
fear, must remain hidden else you will certainly die. Please forgive us.”
“What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Daenerys spoke up in disquiet.
Damnit! Why is it that everyone must be so fucking cryptic? From Astapor to
Westeros she had been blighted with one prophecy of her doom after another.
Daenerys Targaryen was still alive and those that had prophesied her doom were
now in the grave!
Daenerys calmed her ire. This was not the same. She could sense they meant her
well, but still. “Just tell me. I have heard this so many times and I still
stand before you now. I will overcome anything set before me!” Daenerys told
them with a wild confidence.
“Well you might,” Jojen Reed told the Queen. “But we will not risk it. If you
die, the Ice King will triumph without doubt. You are late, Daenerys
Targaryen.”
“What is that supposed to mean? I have conquered and fought my way across Essos
and Westeros at a pace no man has ever accomplished, and you tell me I am
late?!”
“Nevertheless, you are late.” He told her again, making that eye contact that
unnerved Daenerys. She knew the young man completely believed his words. In
truth, it did not matter to Daenerys either way. She would confront her destiny
and conqueror it as she always had.
“Everything has changed. The fates deemed you would arrive roughly three years
ago. Your death in the desert changed everything.” He said.
How did he know that?Daenerys felt her unease rising.
“I have the green sight, Daenerys Targaryen. I have seen many visions of you
from back when you went to the Dothraki, and many more since you died. I have
only your best intentions in heart, my Queen. Please do not ask questions. I
can only reveal what is safe to reveal. You must trust us in this, my Queen.
“The fates have focused heavily on you since the Hand did not die as
prophesied. Jon Arryn’s death had been assured, yet somehow he did not die.
Because of this, you are late.”
“How can the Hand not getting killed make me late? I told you my military
campaign was lightning fast!”
“There was supposed to be no military campaign. You were to use guile as much
as military tactics. Your army was not to come into being until you were almost
at Westeros’ door.”
“How the fuck is that supposed to be possible, gods dammit?! You need armies to
conquer.”
“Nevertheless. That was supposed to be your destiny.”
“Fuck you!” Daenerys spat, pinching the bridge of her nose. She felt her ire
rising. This was insufferable. Anotherfucking prophecy!
“May I touch your forehead, my Queen?” the male teen asked in a soft, meek
voice.
The non-sequitur had the Targaryen nonplussed.
“I fear nothing… touch my forehead if you must!” the Targaryen spoke in a short
clip, her dander up with all the words meant to obfuscate and confuse. The tiny
blond woman fumed as she waited for the teen’s touch. She watched his
forefinger approach her forehead.
Her body jacked back as she stumbled into Drogon, off balance.
“Jojen! What did you do to her?” Meera Reed exclaimed.
“Nothing, Meera. She was merely not ready for the vision I placed in her mind.”
Jojen replied to his sister.
“Daenerys Targaryen, you will take the Three-Eyed Raven to the place I have
just shown you,” Jojen told the Targaryen.
Daenerys had pushed herself back off her dragon. It was true, she had been
unprepared see such a clear picture in her mind. It was an aerial view from on
high, like what she saw when she rode Drogon. She would be able to find this
place easily if she but knew where to look.
“As you can see Daenerys, it is a place covered in perpetual snow. The hill on
an escarpment is in the middle of wide, flat area, far to the north of the
Wall. It is there that you will find the Tree of Life. This is where the Three-
Eyed Raven must go. The continued safety of all the Earth of all the Earth will
depend on it.” Jojen told the white-haired woman.
“How do I know I should heed your prophecy?” Daenerys Targaryen asked the Reed.
“You do not.” was the simple answer from Jojen.
Finally, an answer that Daenerys could live with.
“If you succeed in your mission, the Ice King will again be bound to the Earth.
If not, the Ice King will be free to arise again in the future. You must
succeed, Daenerys Targaryen. There you must confront the Ice King.”
 
Meera
Jojen’s sister was squirming inside. She hated that they were having to confuse
their hoped-for future Queen. Jojen had foreseen her coming, and he had also
foreseen her mettle. Now they had seen it in the woman for themselves. This was
indeed the dragon reborn without any of the dross of old Valyria. She was
definitely the future, if she could but survive her appointed tasks.
Jojen had made it clear to Meera that they could not tell Daenerys the full
truth. It was her nature to rush to confront any task or perceived injustice.
If she found out about the Ice King and her future battles with him she would
be too tempted to fly out alone to confront and slay the demon. She was mighty,
but not that mighty.
Jojen had foreseen that if she met the Ice Wight King at the Tree of Life in
getting Bran Stark there, she would most likely survive. There the old gods and
life force of the weirwoods were still strong. She would live, most assuredly.
But in truth, she knew Jojen was still very afraid. The Ice King had formed
some unholy union that left him shaken when he tried to explore those leaves on
their weirwood tree. Whatever that evil was, it had lashed him severely the one
time he had tried to get close to those fates.
He was setting the table so the Targaryen would feel that if she had survived
this first confrontation she would have succeeded totally in her campaign
against the Ice King. In seeming victory she would not attempt any future
confrontation until the time was truly right.
If she survived the first battle she would have another later. It was in that
battle that Jojen’s visions showed the Ice King could be killed. Only if the
Dragon, Direwolf and Avatar from the far East worked together could the Ice
King and his ally be defeated and killed. Only with their combined might could
victory be achieved.
The wolf was untested. She was mighty and growing more powerful by the day, but
she was unfocused and had not been shaped into a great weapon for good like the
Dragon and the Avatar. Jojen and Meera saw the dragon’s destiny and had to hope
that love was indeed as powerful as the scribes and poets said.
Jojen had conjectured that Jon Snow was the Avatar, but his vision was murky at
best. Yet it had to be him. You needed old magic flowing in your veins to
become what the old gods needed now.
“Daenerys Targaryen, I must ask your forgiveness for our obscure words, but you
must trust us. Prophesies at all times are a dangerous thing. We would not
burden you with truths you are not ready for or that might lead you down paths
you are not meant to take,” Meera told the Targaryen in a voice that begged
understanding.
She watched the white haired woman blow several strands of platinum blond hair
out of her face. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I make my own destiny? I have lost
count of the graves and pyres I have left strewn across Essos for the false
prophets I have met,” was Daenerys’ reply. She made direct eye contact with
Meera, as if challenging her in mental combat.
Meera did not accept the challenge. “Do you think us false prophets?”
The Targaryen held the gaze for a few seconds more. “I know you are honest and
sincere… and that you are not seeking my death. That much is plain.”
“We want only your safety and good fortune, my Queen. If you fail, all of
Westeros will fail with you. Then Essos … and then the rest of the Earth. You
are the world’s hope. Others will aid you and one will love you, but you are
the lynch pin that all resolves around.”
She saw the Targaryen stiffen when she had mentioned ‘one will love you’. She
smiled secretly inside. If only the Queen knew what she and Jojen knew.
“Alright. I accept I am supposed to get this Three-Eyed Raven to his
destination. I am going to assume this is not actually a bird or he would fly
there himself. So who will I be taking to this ‘tree of life’?” Daenerys asked,
the last with a note of contempt.
Daenerys appeared to truly hate prophecies.
“We cannot tell you that, my Queen.” Meera spoke softly, knowing the coming
reaction.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Who the FUCK am I taking?!” the Targaryen
screamed at Meera and Jojen.
“Are you willing to broker failure? Is it that important? Why do you want to
know? Ego? Pride? Why?” Meera asked in return, making and keeping eye contact
with the agitated Targaryen.
Daenerys immediately calmed her temper. She took a deep breath. “Did it occur
to you I would just want to know who I am helping?”
“We understand my Queen. But if you know who it is, then you will fail. The
green dreams make that clear. We will have the Three-Eyed Raven ready, and you
will pick us up.”
“Us?” Daenerys asked with a tired tone.
“We will be going too, my Queen.”
“Of course you will.”
Meera smiled softly at seeing the Queen sigh. The Queen was always going to do
it. She just needed to work it out for herself with her questions and display
of agitation.
“Fine. When will this all happen?”
“Soon.”
“Can we please get a little more specific. I have a kingdom to win and then
rule! I may be a little busy when you say I will be needed.”
“You will come when you are summoned.” Meera saw the Targaryen stiffen again.
The woman had a fierce pride, that much she could see. Pride that was,
thankfully, tempered by an overarching sense of fairness and aching need for
justice.
“I am not sure I like the sound of that.” the woman growled back at her.
“Dream will follow dream … you will know from your dreams,” was Meera’s
response.
She watched the Targaryen pinch her nose again. “Fine. Dream within a dream.
Fine. I got it!”
“Dream following dream.”
Meera stifled a smile again as the Targaryen glared at her. The difference was
important.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys was getting a headache. For a moment she darkly contemplated a
preference for just killing the ‘prophets’ that had accosted her, but the
thought quickly passed. Gods she hated all this ‘hocus pocus to make you lose
focus’. She ground her teeth.
Sensing that she had gotten all the information she was going to receive,
Daenerys got ready to depart.
Salutations were given, and Dany mounted her dragon.
“I will remember this day. You have made a friend of the House of Targaryen.
Even if you felt compelled to keep things from me, I will overlook it - this
time!” she spoke the last with a ring in her voice.
She saw the small party wince in some trepidation. All but Meera and Jojen,
which vexed her for some reason. She had made her comment specifically for
those two. They had merely smiled at her and waved. They had no fear of her!
She fought the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose again.
She was soon up high in the sky again, winging to her staging area in Dorne.
She’d had a most exciting day, for certain. She had bearded the great Eddard
Stark. It was true that he had no fear of her, and she found she liked that.
The man radiated a quiet confidence. Was it a confidence that hid arrogance?
She would have to find out.
She had been given tasks that were not explained in any clear manner, just
enough information to lay out a general direction but nothing more. She had
been told she had a major role to play but not what it was. Daenerys sighed to
herself.
The one sour note had been the news that one of her fellow heroes was going to
fall in love with her. Great, the unwanted attentions from some other man she
had no interest in. The gods really seemed to love pissing on her. Why blight
her with so much male attention? The gods knew where her heart lay. But no,
they kept thrusting men upon her. Just thinking on it made her angry.
She briefly wondered if she should heed the Reed children at all. They had been
cryptic at best, and outright deceitful at worse. She mulled over everything
she had been told for long moments.
Finally Daenerys snorted to herself. Who was she fooling? Of course she would
do as asked. She had been given a challenge to do something that would save the
world by people she trusted instinctively. Even their vague words could not
change her gut instinct to trust those Reeds. She would not shy from any
challenge; she was the equal to any task!
She had not even conquered Westeros yet and the demands laid before were
already mounting. Daenerys certainly would not have to worry about growing fat
on the throne as Robert Baratheon had.
Daenerys flew to the east and soon crossed over the Bite, then spent a half
hour flying over the small whitecaps of the bay. She saw the high mountains and
first ridges of the Vale coming into view. She flew on over shore and gaining
altitude as the high mountains rose up to meet her.
Before long she was flying several thousands of feet up in the air. Her leather
trousers and vest gave her all the warmth she needed against the winds with her
hot temperament.
She flew a mountain pass at eight thousand feet and dropped into the valley
between the two ridges of mighty crags. She flew over land that seemed as wild
and untouched as when the Andals first landed in Westeros. The mighty mountains
isolated this particular valley and rills running down from the mountains from
the touch of man.
She saw massive elk with antlers ten feet across. Large sloths Tyrion had told
her about standing on rear legs to eat leaves off of the trees. As she flew on
she found a herd of small horses with thick, shaggy coats of hair. Fortunately,
Drogon had already fed well the day before.
She shared the air with mighty eagles and condors, making wide circles on the
high thermals. Below she spied a sabre cat on a flat shelf of rock, licking and
grooming its fur. His fangs were long and impressive. She continued on, flying
onto a high mountain pasture that only the goats with their split hooves could
reach. This was a special mountain hideaway she had discovered on her first
trip north.
She alight in the glade and slipped off Drogon. Her dragon curled up into a
ball, his tail wrapped around his body as he settled and watched his master
walk to the edge of the highland field. She stood there for a time, looking
down at a small piece of her kingdom like a fledgling chick preparing to leave
its nest.
Daenerys looked down at this small piece of her kingdom. Several clouds were
rolling by a thousand feet below her. The sun shining down onto the top of the
clouds making them shine so white they were almost blinding. Like a blanket for
a god she thought.
Down below she saw the shadow of the clouds marching across a green valley. The
color contrast was startling at the marge of sunlight and shadow. The trees and
grass were so vibrant and bright green in the light and suddenly going dark and
distant in the shadow of the clouds as they marched up the valley. It seemed
like night had visited these swaths of ground in midday from this distance. The
night quickly passing back into bright color and warmth as the clouds moved on
taking their shadows with them. A blue and white river flowed through the vale,
and she could see boulders in the river making the water boil bright as it
protested on its march toward the sea.
This land was so beautiful, and it was hers.
Daenerys grew tired and needed a midday nap before she carried on South back to
Dorne. She walked over to join Drogon, smiling at her son as he snored quietly.
She slowly climbed up his tail and then his neck, sliding down into the small
area between the dragon’s body and his curled tail. The Targaryen laid down,
nestling into the side of her dragon, enjoying his intense heat that she alone
could endure.
She was soon asleep.
Eddard
It had been one day since his confrontation with Daenerys Targaryen. Time and
distance had solidified the opinions he had made on the field before Winterfell
- the Targaryen was definitely not a threat to the realm, or his stewardship,
or his family. Actually, the last was not necessarily true. He and Sansa of all
people seemed to know what Bran meant in his mad ravings while unconscious.
The boy had become lucid upon waking. He had talked to Bran just an hour ago
about his time spent in fevered dreams and wild ravings. His son had confessed
that he could not remember but the vaguest, feathery details of his dreams. He
had told his father he had fantastic dreams of flying, and being a raven.
Foolishness really, Bran had told him. The event with the Targaryen fresh in
his mind, Eddard was prompted to ask Bran what he meant when he had said the
Dragon and Direwolf must lie together.
Bran had no recollection. He said that he could not remember anything except
flying, really. Eddard knew his son was lying, but he did not press it further.
He loved Bran, and now the boy had to deal with being a cripple. Eddard’s love
and compassion outweighed all other concerns when it came to his family.
Eddard had his doubts about the prophecy of the dragon and direwolf. He knew of
several ways to interpret that dream, but he was unsettled with the one that
spoke to him. He shook his head, fighting his prejudices. Eddard had long
suspected his daughter’s true leanings when it came to matters of the heart.
Bran’s prophecy now brought this insight into sharp focus. It was time for him
to come to terms and embrace his daughter as she truly was.
He had much to think on.
He knew he must get all of Westeros up to the wall to fight the threat that Jon
was making more malicious and dire by the week. He was vague and evasive, not
giving his father any specifics. Jon only told his father that he had learned
to trust his instincts, and there was more to the world than one’s five senses.
To hear such words from a Stark and his son no less made him shake his head.
Eddard only trusted what his senses and his intellect told him was true.
Unfortunately, these were challenging times that were hinged heavily on magic.
He could feel it.
Eddard sighed. He would have to do his part and leave the magic to others. His
job was to get Westeros to march to the defense of the wall. A Wall that all
south of the Stark wardenship believed to be a useless artifact of times long
past. That all that lay beyond it was the threat of the wildlings, nothing
else. Eddard’s bones told him the truth.
He heard the clash of steel on steel. He went to the window of the room and
looked down into the practice yard, where Robb was barely holding his own. He
wondered how much longer he could hold a draw. His days of victory over Arya,
his sister, had passed.
 
Arya
Arya was filled with fire today. Seeing the mighty Targaryen warrior on the
back of the black dragon had told her that she could indeed be a warrior too.
Her practice sword was a thing alive in her hands. Her blows came fast and
furious. Robb was using his height and superior strength to keep his sister at
bay, but barely. He had tried several times to take the initiative and move to
the offense. Each time he had had to quickly switch back to defense when his
little sister used speed and skill to thwart his attack. His blunted attacks
were rounded back on him with her savage counterattacks.
They battled back and forth with Robb tiring as Arya continued her attacks, her
blows continually raining.
“Robb, I need you,” Rodrik Cassel called out from the side of the practice
area. Arya and Robb lowered their swords, both sweating profusely.
Robb came up to Arya and looked down at her with his serious Tully eyes. A
small smile came across his face and he ruffled her hair like Jon used to do.
Then he left, going to Rodrik. They both knew why he had been called.
Arya got out her bow and shot arrows for a while, always hitting the sweet
spots on the dummy’s head. She loved using her weapons.
Hope now beat hard in the chest of the little wolf. Nymeria was yipping and
jumping around, feeling the excitement of her Stark master. The scent of the
strange black beast still hung in the air, making all the direwolves excited
while also filling them with nervous energy.
Arya finished her weapons training for the day. Her mother had come down to
berate her yet again, but her father had cut her off more forcefully than she
had ever heard. He told her to leave Arya be. She was her own person, and she
had a right to fulfill her own destiny. Her mother’s mouth had fallen open at
that.
Arya’s mouth had fallen open too. Her father had just unequivocally supported
her desires. Hadn’t he? She got a pear and a big thigh bone for Nymeria.
She smiled seeing her wolf drooling, staring at the bone. She threw the bone
across the yard with her wolf chasing it down and happily snatching it up, then
bounding back to lie at Arya’s feet. Human and wolf enjoying their repast.
Arya bent down to scratch Nymeria’s ear. The wolf leaned into the hand
scratching her ear, delighted. The wolf woofed as it chomped on its treat.
She pondered the great times she was in. How do I get South? How do you kiss a
woman who is so much taller than you?
***** Pride Of Dorne *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: Graphic F/F sex. This chapter is mostly sex, thus, i guess it
     can be listed as smut. If this is an issue you may want to skip this
     chapter.
     AN #2: I hated what GRRM did to Myrcella and I am giving her the life
     she deserves.
     AN #3: Make sure and read AN #1:
                                  Chapter 09
                                Pride of Dorne
                               Eight Months Ago
              Myrcella / Arianne / Myrcella / Arianne / Myrcella
Myrcella
Myrcella was walking around in her bedroom tracing her finger over the various
furniture items and over knick-knacks on her dresser. She picked up the
bracelet from Arianne and smiled turning it over and thinking of her sweet
mentor. She was so lovely with her voluptuous body. Myrcella was wearing a
nearly transparent slip that clearly showed her full B cup tits swaying and her
nipples that had been semi-erect were now rock hard thinking back to two nights
ago with her face buried in Arianne’s cunt and sucking her off as Arianne
wailed and convulsed so hard it made the Baratheon shiver remembering her sweet
lover’s throes of the orgasms Myrcella gifted her teacher with.
She put down the bracelet and moved her hand over to the hair combs her sand
snakes had given her, both made of pure ivory beset with emeralds to set off
her blond hair and sparkling green eyes. Dorea and Loreza Sand had been so shy
when giving them to her, declaring their love for her yet again. They would
often compete for Myrcella, but many times they would come to the princess
together.
It was these times that Myrcella truly treasured. She hated it that the three
women she loved spent so much time competing for her love when she had enough
to go around. She had slowly stripped her sand snakes after putting their sweet
gifts down.  She had laid them out on her bed and slowly sucked them off in
turn as they kissed ravenously and worked their twin’s swollen breasts. The
twins’ hands snaked down to the others pussy swirling around rigid clits. As
the twins masturbated their clits, Myrcella rammed her tongue deep into their
tight hot pussies. They loved to help Myrcella fuck their sister as the
Baratheon sucked each sister off back and forth. The twins always cummed so
hard for Myrcella. She sucked each off three times before she relented. Sucking
the sisters off in turn let the other recover her strength and let their clits
settle down.
Myrcella was ravenous in that way.
The twin sisters had rolled her over and fucked her deep into the night.
Myrcella remembered laying there in heaven as two mouths worked her body with
expert skills. She had run her hand over her face feeling how wet it was with
the sisters’ cum.
Myrcella put the combs down, and went over to her bed and sat on the edge. She
could feel it all slipping away and she was very upset. This was not going to
be allowed. She thought back to the beginning. She had been enamored with
Arianne from the start when she arrived in Dorne.
The woman was so gentle and understanding with Myrcella. She had awakened in
Myrcella a desire to be great, filling her with pride for her native
intelligence and her budding body. Myrcella had grown to only being two inches
shorter than Arianne’s 5’8”.
She adored the woman’s voluptuous body. As Myrcella matured she had started to
dream of that body at night. She had dreamed of other bodies as well, but it
was Arianne’s that captivated her. it was Arainne's body she saw when she
masturbated to multiple orgasms most nights.  She loved to feel Arianne’s heavy
breast pressed into her arm when Arianne pointed out something in a book, or
how the woman played with her hair – it was intoxicating. Two years ago when
she was had just turned sixteen years old she was already totally in love with
the woman.
She knew that her teacher could never return her feelings. She was pure woman,
able to have anyone she wanted. She had two other suitors who were seeking her
attentions during her infatuation, but she was unsure how to respond. Her focus
was on her teacher. How she longed to give this woman her maidenhead.
More wasted months passed until one night they were sitting on the edge of
Arianne’s large, inviting bed discussing the ethics of governing. Myrcella knew
she was mooning again for her beautiful mentor. She had been staring deep into
Arianne’s large, midnight eyes, and then suddenly they were kissing. Their lips
first met sweetly, melding and nipping before Arianne’s tongue sought entrance
into Myrcella’s mouth. Myrcella freely gave it. She had groaned so hard feeling
their tongues twine and dance in pure love.
Arianne’s hands stroked and massaged the Baratheon’s body stoking the fire deep
in Myrcella’s belly. Myrcella mewled as Arianne divested Myrcella of her
clothes with nimble fingers undoing buttons, hocks and eyelets. As flesh was
exposed Arianne kissed, nibbled and licked the pale perfect skin that was being
lazily revealed. Arianne pulled Myrcella's dress down exposing her collarbones,
shoulders and throat.
The Martell licked and kissed the exposed skin nipping the pale skin as she
kissed Myrcella's throat and along the teenager’s collarbones to her shoulders
and then nipping the perfect shoulders making Myrcella groan deep in her chest.
Arianne kissed back up Myrcella’s throat kissing the pulsing artery in her
student’s throat before mating lips and spearing her tongue down Myrcella’s
throat. Myrcella chuffed into her teacher’s mouth as her body convulsed and
eyes rolled back into her skull and spasm hard.
While their tongues rolled wetly in Myrcella’s mouth, Arianne gently pulled
down the dress of her sweet student. The adult jerked on the fabric a last time
and her student’s high firm breast were jerked out of the fabric and jiggled
setting so beautiful on Myrcella’s porcelain skin.
Arianne eyed the perfect doves with ravenous fuck hunger. Her hands came up to
cup and swirl her palms on rigid nipples making her student gasp in pleasure. 
Arianne kissed Myrcella deeply again. Her student writhed into her body
whimpering in raw need. Arianne broke their heated kiss and Myrcella moaned
hard seeing spit roped between her lips and Arianne’s. Arianne gave her a
brilliant smile. Arianne then kissed down Myrcella’s upper chest to her little
doves. The Martell cupped and gently massaged the firm titties and bent her
head in to suck on Myrcella’s nipples.
"Unngghhhh . . . unnnunnn!" Myrcella grunted, mildly delirious, her body
completely in Arianne’s control. Myrcella writhed on the bed with fire in her
veins. Arianne got up in front of Myrcella and had her student lift her ass and
the woman pulled the teenager’s dress off revealing perfection. Arianne quickly
pulled her own dress down and off as her student’s eyes bulged in raw hunger
for the sweet voluptuous body now exposed to her.
Arianne pushed her student’s body back down onto the bed. Myrcella looked up at
her lover with raw want and the need to be made a woman. Arianne crawled up
onto the bed with her student. Arianne pulled Myrcella to her and they entwined
arms and legs.  They kissed heatedly tongues flowing deep from mouth to mouth.
Myrcella felt her body on fire.
She gagged feeling her sensitive nipples jammed into the full bosom of her
teacher. Arianne’s full tits were smashed and smothered over her small doves.
They would kiss sweetly nibbling and pulling on each other lips before again
locking lips and surging tongues deep into each others mouths.
Myrcella had groaned gutturally  deep in her chest feeling her cunt settle on
Arianne’s hip and upper thigh. She humped and swept her pussy on the smooth
flesh flexing her hips to drive her aching snatch up and down her teacher’s
body. Soon an up rush of soul searing ecstasy exploded out her couchie and
slammed her body over and over with jackknifes of soul crushing bliss.
Arianne had held and cooed to her while Myrcella recovered from her first
orgasm with Arianne. They kissed deeply in their expressed new love. Next they
had tribbed face-to-face. Myrcella had been so ecstatic feeling her teacher
come so hard beneath her followed by her own body hurtling into orgasmic bliss.
Then her teacher was kissing and nipping down her belly, making Myrcella whoop
when she felt Arianne’s tongue drilling her belly button. Arianne enjoyed
exploring with wet licks and kisses the flat expanse of Myrcella’s firm flat
stomach.
Then Myrcella had been rocked when Arianne settled between her legs and lowered
her face to her student’s trembling pussy. Myrcella cried out in ecstasy when
the Martell sucked her clit between her lips and suckled on the rock hard clit
her tongue polishing the hard nubbin. Gods Myrcella thought as she felt her
womb ripping out her cunt the first time she cummed in Arianne’s mouth. The
spasms had been so fucking strong and Earth shattering. Her body had flipped
and jackknifed violently as her wails echoed off the walls over and over.
That night was a magical haze. She still wept even now with how gentle and
sweet Arianne was in taking her virginity. She had asked twice if Myrcella was
sure and she had propped herself up on one elbow her right hand gripping
Arianne’s wrist and pulled Arianne’s middle finger swirling in her pussy up
against her hymen.
Her head flopped back down on the pillow when Arianne sucked her clit between
her lips and suckled it and then jammed her hand forward making her a woman.
She had cried out in pain but those cries soon turned to guttural moans of
ecstasy and then she was coming again so hard. The pleasure was nearly
blinding. She had thought she was in love before but knew she was falling more
in love with Arianne somehow every day.
She had also been wooed by the two youngest sand snake twins. Dorea and Loreza
were much more forward and aggressive than sweet Arianne. They were not fazed
that she had given her virginity to Arianne already. They did not say it but
Myrcella understood instinctively that they loved her so much they would take
her any way they could.
She had gone to the room the twins shared. The room smelled of pussy. All knew
they were lovers and no one cared. They slept in the same bed. They were good
to each other, and freely sought out other conquests that were often shared
between them. It seemed half of the castle’s young maidens were in their bed at
one time or another. Myrcella had dropped her slip before them.
She stood tall and proud before them totally naked her pussy wet and her
nipples rock hard. The sand snakes had wasted no time devouring her young tight
sweet body. They had made her scream over and over as they besotted themselves
on her young nubile body. She felt like a fish out of water she flopped across
their bed so hard.
She smiled remembering how she had shown the twins how well she had learned
from Arianne her teacher. She sucked, finger fucked and tribbed the twins to
soul crushing screaming orgasms. She drank their sweet cum greedily.
At first she had been like a bee drunk on pollen going from flower to flower.
She was drinking deep from each woman every night. Her moth greedily sucked
down their hot cum every night. It was wonderful until they started to compete
for her affections. Then the biting remarks started and the sullen looks. It
tore at her. She was not happy with their spiteful remarks against each other.
She had enough love her all three.
She was free of any of their silly jealousies. She was not even upset when at
first the three women were off fucking other lovers. She had a plan and was
patient. Arianne even still fucked a few men which she couldn’t understand,
being only attracted to women. Arianne was bisexual and Myrcella accepted
that.  That for Arianne that was her nature. The taking and receiving of
pleasure was something that the gods gave us and Myrcella loved taking it.
But over the last year Myrcella smiled knowing that her loves gradually
abandoned fucking other cunts and bastards and gave themselves only to Myrcella
or each other. She had enough love to give to them. They were clearly falling
deeply in love with her as she had planned. She needed their love, all of their
love.
She learned all the things that made them weak-kneed. She shamelessly worked to
make her three women love her and each other only. She was easy. It was the
each other part that was proving difficult. She knew what the problem was. They
were each terrified they would not be the one selected. They feared in the end
she would choose only one to be her consort. She had tried subtly to let them
know she was ready to bring them all into her bed permanently. Their
insecurities prevented the messages from being received.
The sisters Myrcella knew would be much easier. They had been free lovers
before her and she only had to get them together and dispel this silly rancor
between them over her. It was Arianne that would prove the most difficult. For
some reason she considered herself inferior to her and her sand snakes. Arianne
feared she was too old and to matronly. Her body was perfect, damnit!
She knew her plan would work. Four months ago they had gone to the royal
retreat in Godsgrace to celebrate the Full Moon Festival, celebrated on the
first full moon of Spring. They had taken the royal retreat over since no one
else from the high royal family had decided to go this year.
She had gotten them drunk enough to lower their inhibitions. By the evening of
their first day there all her paramours were tipsy and feeling very good,
flirting shamelessly with her. She had coyly made observations on how beautiful
each of her lovers were. They were soon eyeing and pawing each other, just like
she had planned.
In the bedroom she dropped her slip to the floor and imperiously commanded
them. “Fuck me!”
They fell on her like a famished pride of lions. They were all over her sucking
on her pussy and pumping her breasts as they sucked on her nipples like
starving babes. The kisses they gave her were scorching. Their tongues so hot
as they danced with hers. They dined on her pussy with famished glee. She was
drained by her lovers. She drank water freely and sucked on sweet oranges and
cherries to refresh herself and again offered her body to her lovers.
They fell on her yet again and in a frenzy fucked and devoured her to multiple
orgasms of screaming ecstasy.
She was exhausted now and soaked in sweat and cum her hair plastered all over
her face, shoulders and back.   She scooted back to the headboard and pushed
the hair out of her face. Her three sluts were on their knees staring at her.
Their eyes full of hot hunger. She was smiling seeing them awaiting her
directives. She had them in the palm of her hand.
“I’m exhausted … Sand Snakes!” she spoke in the regal tone that Arianne had
drilled into her. She smiled seeing the martial twins snap to attention.
She pointed her royal finger to Arianne “Your Aunt … fuck her and fuck her—I
want her worn out! … I want her screaming and cumming until you exhaust her
like you did me!
Arianne turned to look at the sisters with hot pulsing eyes. “I love you my two
nieces … I would be hap—“ was all she was able to get out before the sand
snakes slammed her back onto the bed and they now devoured their second woman
this night. They went insane on her voluptuous body. They fucked Arianne within
an inch of her life.
Myrcella had been plying the teens for the last few months about how beautiful
their Aunt was. They would listen to Myrcella tell them the intimate details of
her fucking Arianne.
They made long love to Arianne’s breast loving her full D cups. They would
squeal burying their faces between her ample mounds and smother themselves in
her breast they pushed into and over their faces.
Myrcella could see their tongues wetly wrestling deep in Arianne’s mouth as her
mentor’s eyes rolled back and her body convulsed.
They sucked her pussy to ruin over the next hour plus. They reveled with each
of her orgasms that filled their mouths to overflowing with hot divine cum.
They were intoxicated with Arianne. They fucked Arianne to the point of a near
comatose state.
Myrcella moved in and cradled her mentor as she half rolled onto Myrcella.
Myrcella put a folded pillow behind her head as the twins were again up on
their knees and looking to her for guidance. They were so beautiful covered in
sweat and cum. Their dark midnight hair plastered all over their lean bodies.
Arianne had fallen asleep after throwing her leg over Myrcella’s thighs. She
was already snoring softly on Myrcella’s breast.
“Fuck each other until your cunts are worn out … I want to hear it.” she told
her twin lovers.
They went to their task with a vengeance. Myrcella’s ears rung with the loud
screams and the bed quaked with the sand snake’s bodies jackknifing violently
all over the large royal bed. It took the seventeen year olds well over and
hour to fuck themselves to utter exhaustion.
When they had exhausted themselves, they had weakly, on shaky limbs crawled up
the bed to come up to her and Arianne. Dorea spooned up against Arianne’s back
and looped an arm around her body and clutched a heavy breast possessively.
Loreza came up to Myrcella and saddled in burying her face in the crook of
Myrcella’s neck and murmured she loved her and fell asleep.
Myrcella was in heaven. This was what she wanted. No needed. She would have all
three!
For the next three days and nights they had fucked and loved like a pride of
fierce lionesses. Myrcella had been in heaven. That was when she came up with
name of her new family unit “The Pride of Dorne”. She would be able to move
mountains with these women at her side. They had loved and fucked without
inhibitions. There was no jealousy and only pure love.
Myrcella had been ecstatic. She had made them hers! Totally.
The only problem was that it had not lasted. When they came back to Sunspear,
it had day by day fallen away. Her three lovers were again competing and vying
for her affections when she had plenty to give. She was a busy bee going from
bed to bed fucking the sisters and their Aunt to exhaustion. She would often
leave one bed soaked in sweat and cum and go to the next lover and they would
fall on her in ravenous hunger not caring she was fresh from a “rival’s” bed.
They all wanted her desperately. She wanted and needed all of them.
She had slowly developed a plan and today it was going to come to fruition. She
was tired of all this rancor when they had already proven how compatible they
truly were when they worked and lived as a pride and not individuals.
Today the Pride of Dorne would come into existence. She would birth it with her
love and dedication.
The letters she had sent out would see to that.
Arianne
Arianne read again the letter in Myrcella’s beautiful script. She felt so
nervous. It was clear that Myrcella was going to force a decision. She did not
want to be competitive with her nieces, she was just so terrified that Myrcella
would choose one or both of the sand snakes and leave her alone in the cold.
She would die. Arianne would simply die.
She felt old compared to the twins.  At twenty-five Arianne felt like she was
like an old maid compared to her nieces and Myrcella. Their bodies were so
slender and toned, while she was voluptuous with sensuous curves. Myrcella was
slender herself and she just knew Myrcella would tire of her body type and seek
the love of her mirror image.
She wrung her hands and looked at the binding gift she had had made for
Myrcella. It was a choker with an oval pendant done in pure silver. She had
commissioned a raised lioness in a fierce pose of restrained fury. It was
beautiful and was a perfect representation of how she saw her prized pupil.
The expensive gift was for the pupil who had become her lover and the reason
for her existence.
It was not supposed to have come to that. She had taken the then early teenager
under her wing. Arianne had grand plans for the girl. In Dorne she would be
second to the royal throne. Joffrey was a royal shit and Arianne was beyond
sure that the little wimpy asshole would get his ass killed sooner or later -
probably sooner. A lot sooner.
She wanted Myrcella ready to ascend the throne when the time came.
She had started to train the youth all she knew of politics and the Game of
Thrones. She had found her to be the perfect student. Myrcella soaked up
everything she was taught and surprised the teacher with probing, deeply
thought out questions. She took off on tangents that were startling and once
heard, Arianne had wondered how Myrcella’s insight was not the normal thought.
But Myrcella was so much more than that. No matter how much she learned about
the world behind the thrones and how to move in that world, she remained the
even keeled girl she had been when she first arrived. She wanted to be a force
in the world; a force for good only. Power in and of itself, meant nothing to
Myrcella. It would never would.
Arianne had felt herself become jaded so quickly as she learned how to wield
power. She learned the power of her body over women and especially men. Men
were like potter’s clay: easily shaped. She fucked them to wield power through
them. Women she fucked for pure enjoyment and the loving sex she craved.
Arianne slowly came to know that Myrcella was shaping her every bit as much as
she was shaping the girl.
Arianne knew the girl had fallen in love with her. At first Arianne had tried
to resist the siren call of the girl’s bright green eyes, even when she felt
herself falling into them. She could not stop her body stroking and pressing
into the teenager’s body.
Then one day she was looking deep into those mesmerizing pools of jade green,
then she had the intoxicating sprite in her arms and was kissing her deeply,
stroking the sweet girl. The girl had melted into her with soft whimpers that
turned to groans of raw, wanton need.
She still could only hazily remember her taking Myrcella’s clothes off in
seductive dance.  Arianne disrobed the teen to expose her body to the teacher. 
She had reveled in exposing the teen's perfect porcelain flesh.  She had kissed
the teen so deeply and loved her upper body and chest.  She could still feel
the teen's nipples in her mouth as she had thirstily sucked on the teens
nipples in turn.
She had then stripped for her student turned lover.  Her cunt had gone
instantly soaking wet seeing the want and need for her body in Myrcella’s eyes.
In a wild rush they were on her bed rolling around on her bed with arms wrapped
around each other and their legs interlocked. Their tongues were deep in each
others mouths hungrily exploring.
The girl humped her hip hard with strong instinctive flexes of her slender
hips. The teen swept her wet cunt in desperate humping jerks soaking the older
woman’s hip and groin in hot cunt juice. Myrcella had cummed so hard thrashing
wildly into the woman her screams swallowed by Arianne’s mouth glued to her
sweet lips.
The teen had somehow settled between her legs kissing her with wild passion.
The girl instinctively sweeping her cunt up and down Arianne’s swollen cunt
dragging her clit up and down the woman’s groove. Their couchies pumping out
lubricating love juice. Arianne’s mind shocked with pure pleasure when their
clits jammed into and rocked over its mate. Their swollen cum slicked inner
labia lips dragged and rolled by their grinding sweeping cunts.
They humped wildly with the teen now lifting her pelvis on the back of her
stroke and ramming down and forward instinctively. Arianne’s legs came up to
clasp the teen’s hips and she surrendered her body, mind, love and soul to the
girl.
She gripped the girl’s shoulders as her head jacked back and she wailed her
ecstasy. “Aaaarruunggggg! Mmnngggggggggg! Aaauuuugggggggg!” the adult screamed
in raw shattering pleasure. Then Myrcella was screaming with her next orgasm.
Their cunts wildly jamming and sweeping up and down their mate.  Their pussies
flooding each other with hot slimy cum. "AUUNNGOWWNNGGNNGGIIEEEE!" Myrcella
cried out, her body shuddering in killing spasms of rapture.
They had kissed sweet kisses as they gasped and shuddered through strong
aftershocks. Arianne stared hard and deep into to twin pools of jade
love.      
She rolled the teen over and slide down between her legs and looked at
paradise. She devoured the teen into another screaming flipping orgasm. Arianne
had kissed and licked the girl’s jerking vulva and quivering thighs. She waited
for her lover to calm down.
Arianne then slowly inserted her middle finger into the hot burbling cauldron.
Myrcella’s cunt was broiling and so fucking tight and wet. Arianne felt her
fingertip brush the thin membrane of the girl’s hymen. She had deflowered many
an innocent maid and thought of it as only a conquest. Now she was shaking more
than Myrcella. She looked up at Myrcella’s sweet and not so innocent face.
“Are you sure Myrcella … this is a most precious gift … I-I-I don’t know if am
worthy …” the teen had given her such a radiant smile. She still hesitated and
then the teen was gripping her wrist and pulling her finger forward as her cunt
clenched on the digit. “Take my virginity Arianne … make me a woman … make me
your mate …” the teen had spoken softly.
Arianne had rammed her finger through the membrane making the girl a woman.
The girl had cried out in pain but those moans soon turned into guttural groans
of raw wanton pleasure. Arianne pumped the teen’s sodden trim and wormed a
second finger into the teen’s twat stretching it out tight. The teen’s hot
folds clenched in hard spams on Arianne’s now deep plunging fingers. Arianne
pumped in hard and deep with her long slender fingers as she sucked in the
girl’s clit and suckled it wetly between her thick sensual lips.
The girl had gripped her shoulders with clawed fingers and her head ripped
back. "OOWWWGGGGGGGG! Aunngghh! Arruungggggggggg!" Myrcella screamed while her
body convulsed hard as fierce shocks of cumming gripped her entire body.
"Anngggmmnniiieeee! Oh gods . . . ohhhhhhh gods ungghhhiieeeee!" Myrcella
wailed as her eyes rolled back in her head and spasm hotly. Myrcella’s hips
bucked her swollen muff up into the mouth of the Martell that had expertly
sucked her off and now prolonged the orgasm of the teen.  Arianne moaned into
the pussy she had deflowered feeling sharp contractions on her deep pumping
fingers.  Myrcella’s stomach clenching up hard showing muscles as gut wrenching
spasms of blistering bliss ripped out the teen’s convulsing cunt.
Myrcella had cried softly when Arianne enfolded the new borne woman gently in
her arms.  Their limbs entwined as arms wrapped around the torsos of the new
lovers and lower legs interlocked at their ankles. Sweet kisses shared as
tongues danced in languid love between their mated lips.
Arianne became so hooked on Myrcella. She had to have her in her life or she
would die. She had not been able to say anything to the teen when she
immediately succumbed to the twin sand snakes, she had been an adventurous lass
herself when she had lost her maiden head.
She was not jealous of her nieces, not really. She was just so fearful of
losing Myrcella’s love to the sand snakes. She was sure she could not compete
with their youth and fierce natures. Myrcella was attracted to their fiery
martial spirit and power - two things she did not have. Arianne’s passions were
for the more subdued and Machiavellian Game of Thrones.
She stood up, suddenly gripping her choker, and marched out her room and walked
quickly to Myrcella’s chamber. Despite her insecurities Arianne had to make her
play for her love’s affections. She knocked on the closed door, her heart raced
hearing the voice of the woman she loved more than life itself.
“Come in.” Myrcella softly called to her lover.
Arianne opened the door and entered. She stopped dead in her steps. Myrcella
was a goddess, plain and simple. She was standing near her bed with only a
sheer slip on, her full B cup breast thrust out the thin material, her rock
hard nipples tenting it. Arianne’s eyes traveled down her lithesome form.
She could see through the sheer fabric. She moaned, seeing the flat stomach and
that  Myrcella's pussy was swollen and wet. She could smell the girl’s musk
thick in the room. “Mmmnggggggg!” Arianne groaned deep in her chest smelling
Myrcella’s wet cunt. Arianne stared at Myrcella with her large eyes. Her pupils
were fully blown with lust.
“What do you have in your hand Arianne? Is that for me?” Myrcella asked coyly
in a soft, seductive voice.       
                                                                                   
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Arianne held up her choker and stared at it, lost for a moment - her mind
overwhelmed with lust. She moved over to her lover. Arianne then thrust her
gift out on a shaky arm.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” was the loving firm reply.
Arianne’s heart swelled and beat so fast. She turned her head hearing frantic
steps beating down the hall towards Myrcella’s half closed door.
Dorea slammed into the door breathing heavily and rebounded off the door and
fell flat on her ass. Gasping she held up a gold ring encrusted with emeralds.
“Will you marry me?” she cried out.
“Yes!” was the loving reply.
More steps were heard and Loreza came bursting through the doorway and tripped
over Dorea’s leg. Arms wind milling Loreza fell to her knees and slide across
the marble floor her knees sliding until they hit the rug by the bed. Breathing
hard she held up a pure sliver bracelet crusted in emeralds, rubies and
sapphires forming a lioness. “Marry me!” she cried out desperately seeing she
was third and last.
“Yes!” was the calm reply.
Myrcella
Myrcella looked at the three women all professing their love to her. She now
had them where she wanted them and it was now time to bend them fully and
forever to her will.
“I love all three of you with all my heart, Arianne, Dorea and Loreza. I
worship the very air you three breath. I love all of you equally. With all my
heart. I know you love me so in return.”
Myrcella moved her head making sure she made direct eye contact with each
woman. She enthralled the three women to her soul.
Myrcella moved over slightly to get in front of Arianne. She took the neck
choker out of Arianne’s trembling fingers. She spied the fierce lioness on the
oval of pure silver. Suddenly, Myrcella knew the sigil of her new house. She
bent in tilting her head up and kissed Arianne gently on the lips as she smiled
feeling the woman tremble sweetly for her. Her eyes dark pools of midnight with
blown pupils dilated with love and lust.
Myrcella had seen her nostrils flare when she smelled the teen’s excited cunt.
The way she looked at the cum trickling down her legs.
Myrcella turned around and lifted her hair up with one hand and looked back at
Arianne. “Put your choker around my throat and mark me as your wife for
eternity.” Myrcella spoke softly looking deep into her wife’s eyes.
Myrcella smiled looking at her wife who with shaky fingers put her choker
around Myrcella’s neck and lock the clasp. Myrcella turned and kissed her wife
sweetly again.
Myrcella moved over and bent down to take the sliver bracelet encrusted with
gems in the form of a lioness swiping at its prey from Loreza. She turned it
over looking at the exquisite workmanship on the pure silver. She handed the
bracelet back to Loreza and put her left arm down.
“Put your bracelet on my wrist and mark me as your wife for eternity.” Myrcella
spoke softly looking deep into her wife’s eyes. Myrcella watched with hot
pulsing eyes and trembling pussy as Loreza with shaky fingers slide the
bracelet on Myrella’s slender lower arm and settled it on Myrcella’s wrist.
Myrcella bent down and kissed Loreza on the lips sweetly and smiled at her
future wife as the sand snake chased Myrcella’s lips mewling.
Finally, she walked over to Dorea. Her sand snake held up her wedding ring.
Myrcella took and looked at the exquisite workmanship on the pure gold band
encrusted in precious emeralds. She handed the ring back to her wife.
“Put your ring upon my ring finger and mark me as your wife for eternity.”
Myrcella spoke softly looking deep into her wife’s eyes. Dorea did as
commanded. Myrcella shivered feeling all three markers on her body now and
forever. She bent at the waist to kiss the sand snake who moaned loudly and so
sweetly. Myrcella walked back to the side of the room so she could stand facing
her future wives.
She had them where she wanted them. Now it was time to make them forever hers.
“I am very pleased with your declarations of love and wedding signets. I accept
them all.” She saw Arianne glance at the two twins while Loreza looked at
Arianne and then Myrcella with a small smile forming. Myrcella gave her a
loving smile. Her sand snake had figured it out.
“I love all three of you equally. Arianne, you are my sweet, sly, voluptuous
and oh so intelligent and cunning mentor and wife.
“My sweet sand snakes, Loreza and Dorea, are my fierce protectors and fiery
spirits that fire my soul. All of you are my wives. I have made it clear I
thought, that I love all of you and want all three of you.
“We proved our love and compatibility for each other at the festival of the
full moon at Godsgrace. Away from the world and its care and structures we
loved completely. We gave of ourselves to each other freely. We took what was
ours. What is that? It is each other. We belong one to the other.”
“I can only have you all or none of you. That is how it must be. If you don’t
pledge yourselves to me and each other here in this room this day, then on the
morning tide I am on a ship headed for King’s Landing never to turn.”
Dorea had been levering herself up and thumped back down on her ass. She
suddenly looked very fearful. Loreza had stood up and squared her shoulders and
looked at Myrcella with her body at rigid martial attention and a feral look in
her eyes.
“I am not being cruel … I just can’t have any one, or even two of you … I must
have all three!” Myrcella declared looking at each of her loves.
Loreza had pulled her sister up and hugged her tight and whispered in her ear
in a loud stage voice “I love you Dorea with all my heart ….” She turned to
look at her aunt “I love you Arianne with all my heart."  She turned again to
face Myrcella.  "I love Myrcella with all my heart! I have a heart big enough
to love you all!” the sand snake declared in a soft but resolute voice.
Dorea the more quiet twin said softly “I pledge myself totally to all three:
Myrcella, Arianne and Loreza. I pledge my heart to you all.”
All three teens turned to look at Arianne.
Arianne
The adult looked at the three teens shaking hard now. She wanted so much to
believe in Myrcella and her pride.  She wanted desperately to believe that the
three teens could love her as completely as she already loved them.
She was usually so confident but she felt so old compared to the three
teenagers. She was only seven years older than them but it felt like a full
generation to her. Arianne felt like she was the past when she thought of the
three teens before her. Arianne was a strong proud woman but she felt like a
shy maid under the intense gaze of her nieces and student turned lover. She so
desperately wanted them all. She longed to take them in turn in her arms and
suck them off like she had in Godsgrace. She had been in heaven feeling each of
their young juicy teenage cunts rupture and gush hot divine nectar into her
greedy gulping mouth as she sucked them off in turn. She had been drunk on
their sweet love juices.
How could she compete against the sand snakes’ youth and vigor, Arianne
wondered with self-doubt. Arianne was proud of her own body. She knew she was
beautiful except when she compared herself to the three persons she loved most.
She felt old and matronly with her hourglass hips and bulging breasts.
The teens looked so lithesome and nubile to the twenty five year old woman.
She was so lost in her doubts that she did not even see the taller sand sank,
Dorea, move behind her as she stood swaying letting her doubts continue to chip
away at her confidence.
“Oohhhhhh!” Arianne gasped feeling Dorea brush her hair aside off her neck and
down her back.  “Hhhuungggg!” Arianne choked feeling Dorea lips melding to her
neck. Her niece licked and gently nibbled on the tender throat flesh as she
deftly unhooked the buttons on her aunt’s dress.
“Aaawwwwggggg!” Arianne suddenly screamed in pleasure as Dorea sucked in a
mouthful of sweet throat flesh. She sucked the tender flesh through her see-
sawing teeth giving her aunt a vicious hickey. Dorea smiled marking her aunt as
her slut. Arianne’s knee’s went weak as her body sagged back into her lover.
Dorea deftly hooked an arm around the waist of her aunt to support her. Dorea
smiled as she so easily seduced her aunt.
With love drunk eyes, Arianne watched her other niece excitedly ripping her own
clothes off. Pieces flew all over the room. Myrcella pulled her slip over her
head her long hair cascading down in beautiful waves. They turned to each other
and pulled each other tight and kissed ravenously.
Arianne watched with love drunk eyes as the Sand snake and scion of House
Baratheon hooked their legs and arms pulled bodies tight to each other.  They
ground swollen juicy pussies up and down on hips and thighs.  Their cries of
raw pleasure swallowed by each others mouths. Their small high firm breast
mashed flat by their pulled tight bodies.
Dorea licked the bruised flesh with her wet tongue. She whispered fiercely to
Arianne. “I love you so much auntie … I am going to fuck you so good Arianne …
you’re mine now” she murmured before nibbling on Arianne’s ear and suddenly
jerking her dress down to her breast and with two more fabric tearing down
jerks Arianne’s heavy D cup tits spilled free.
Myrcella and Loreza were in front of her now somehow. She watched with love
drunk eyes as the women cupped her heavy tits. They hefted Arianne’s heavy
breast up and squeezed the heavy breasts with their milking fingers. The teens
rolled the heavy breast in their hands their squeezing fingers sinking deep
into firm pale flesh.
The teens leaned in and down so they could swallow Arianne’s turgid nipples
with slow loving sucks siphoning in the rigid long thick nipples deep into
greedy teenage mouths. Myrcella and Loreza fiercely sucked on Arianne’s
engorged nipples. Their cheeks hollowed out with their deep sucks. Arianne’s
felt like her body was on fire. She was panting and chuffing feeling hot fire
fill her swelling breast. Her throat and upper chest flushed red with hot blood
and lust.
Her hair was fisted and her head jammed over towards the niece behind her.
Dorea kissed her with fiery passion. Dorea’s tongue slipped between Arianne’s
lips swiping her teeth. The hot tongue demanded entrance to Arianne’s mouth. It
was freely given. Dorea’s tongue surged in with the granted access wetly
exploring her aunt’s offered mouth.   Dorea’s tongue quickly found its mate
deep in Arianne’s mouth. There they danced and twined in slippery love.
Arianne’s eyes rolled back in her head rolling and spasm with short jerks.
Arianne felt her dress ripped down her body.  The fabric bunching on her hips
for a second before the fabric fell off her hips and pool around her feet. A
hot mouth latched onto her wet swollen pussy. Arianne groaned into the mouth
devouring hers feeling a wet, slippery tongue lick her slit and over her clit
up and down. Her tits were mashed together and smothered a face that was
kissing her chest and the inside curves of her hot beasts. The mouth gave her
breast licks and leaving red love bites on her creamy full rounded gourd tits.
Dorea broke their kiss for air. Arianne in a drunken stupor of lust looked
down. She saw Myrcella looking up at her as her head pumped in and out her
mouth attached to her aching nipple like a starving newborn babe. The teen
sucked hard on the teat stuffed in her mouth. Myrcella’s hands milked pure
pleasure into Arianne’s swollen tits. She could see Loreza’s head lapping
furiously further below. The black hair so enchanting with the sand snakes
furious motions licking her dripping snatch.
The sand snake’s tongue raked up and down Arianne’s slippery groove and lashed
her rigid clit. Then the sand snake swallowed Arianne’s engorged clit and
tongue lashed the shiny nubbin while she fiercely sucked the stiff clit with
short hot sucks.
It was too much. "Auuoowwnnggggg! Unngghiiieeeeeeee!" Arianne suddenly howled.
A torment of fierce ecstasy ripped its way up out of her throat, and, wincing
visibly, her body convulsed jamming her cunt up into Loreza’s mouth and her
back wallowing all over Dorea’s torso. "Unnngghmmniiieee!" Arianne squealed,
squirming, her thighs jerking, her strong legs clamping tight on Loreza’s face
spastically jerking in squeezing her future wife’s face hard soaking it with
her gushing cum.
"Annggyyiiee! Annggyyiiee!" the adult Martell wailed as Arianne’s body snapped
and jackknifed back into Dorea’s loving embrace. Myrcella had both hands on
Arianne left breast jamming her teat nearly down the teen's throat. The teen
voraciously sucked on the rock hard teat. Arianne’s elbows hammered into
Dorea’s body as Arianne’s body spasmed and whiplashed back into the sand snake.
Arianne’s hips jerked and rose grinding her cunt into Loreza’s mouth. .
"Auungghhh! Ohnnnngggg! Aunngghiiieee!" Arianne continued to wail in shocking
bliss.
Arianne’s long orgasm now was waning. The three teens supported her slumping
weight for several minutes to let her clit stop jangling. They kissed and
stroked Arianne’s body hungrily. When they sensed Arianne was ready they led
the staggering Arianne over to the bed.
Arianne was sat on the edge the bed and pushed back. A now naked Dorea was
between her legs in a flash pushing them out and her mouth latched onto
Arianne’s sloppy wet cunt. The seventeen year old quickly buried her tongue
deep into her Aunt’s pussy. Dorea snuffled and tongue fucked her aunt with long
strokes of her tongue deep into her Aunt’s fiery snatch. Both teen and adult
groaned loudly as they made love. Dorea’s mouth scooped out tongue fulls of hot
sweet cum. To get more Dorea wiggled her face to get Arianne’s drooling vulva
fully covering her smacking lips.
Myrcella and Loreza flanked the woman lying on her back and sucked on her
breast like starving wolves. They suckled and drawled on her nipples sucking
fiercely. Their hands pumped and kneaded Arianne’s heavy breast loving the
weight and heat.
For the next five minutes Arianne felt Dorea doing horribly heavenly things to
her pussy. Dorea was on her knees by the side of the bed like a supplicant. 
Her face mashed deep into her aunt's vulva her hands gripping voluptuous hips
to anchor her mouth on the wet soaked cunt she was avidly munching on.  She
sucked on Arianne’s clit with long and then short sucks. The sand snake worked
her tongue with lightening fast swipes of the rock hard clit sucked into her
mouth. The teen tongued lashed Arianne’s rock hard clit and then wormed all
over the nubbin with her tongue polishing it.
The teen had slipped first one and then a second finger into the twenty-five
year olds buttery cunt. Dorea pumped her first two fingers in deep up her
Aunt’s tight vaginal channel. Dorea’s knuckles hammered into the adult’s wet
vulva as her fingers slammed in and out Arianne’s hot tight couchie. Love juice
dripped off the hand that piston in out the hot wet slurping cunt of her aunt.
The fingers worked the sodden cunt with expert skills. The sand snake slipped a
third finger into Arianne's pussy stretching it out tight around the fingers. 
Arianne's cunt gripped the deep pumping fingers in a velvet vice of slippery
wet folds. Dorea worked worked her fingers hard plunging them in deep as more
hot cum ran down Dorea's wrist and forearm.
Myrcella and Loreza sucked hard on Arianne’s nipples so engorged they were
almost white on the tips. Her beast flushed and swelled with blood. Arianne’s
chest and throat were bright red now. The twenty-five year olds body was soaked
in sweat with her midnight hair plastered all over her flushed face. The teens
taking turns moving up to kiss the adult deeply.
Arianne’s head ripped up and jerked forward hard in short spastic jerks on a
hard spasming neck. Then Arianne slammed her head back into the bed her eyes
squeezed tight shut as tears of love rolled down her cheeks.
“Onngghhnnggiieeee! Aunngghhiieee! Onnggmmmhnniiee!" Arianne wailed her body
spasming hard her hips bucking up into the mouth gobbling it and finger fucking
her spasming fuck hole driving her insane with pleasure. Arianne’s spasming
quim clenched hard on the invading digits. “Unggghhh! Ommmngghiimmnnieeeeeee!"
Arianne screamed her pure love for her nieces and Myrcella.
How could she have ever doubted their love! Yes, yes this would work!
Her orgasm fled leaving Arianne weak and soaked in sweat. Her head lulled from
side to side. She was drunk on love!
Arianne felt six hands gently but firmly moving her up onto the bed and then
laying her out in the middle of the bed. Arianne watched lazily as Myrcella lay
down between her spread legs. Myrcella swirled her head to get here hair over
her left shoulder as she put a pillow underneath Arianne’s firm voluptuous ass.
Arianne watched Myrcella inhale deeply settling down. “Gods dammed your cunt
smells so fucking good Baby! God I love how wet and sloppy your cunt is”
Myrcella moaned.
Myrcella lowered her head down “Hhhrrssllppp” Myrcella’s mouth made a wet
obscene slurping sound sucking in Arianne’s upper cunt and munching on
Arianne’s slimy cunt folds and clitoral hood.
“Oooggg—mmfffppphhhh” Arianne's moans were cut off as Dorea swung her knees
over Arianne’s head and lowered her drooling camel toe onto Arianne’s mouth.
Arianne jammed her head up spearing her tongue up deep into her niece’s cunt
hole and moaned at the heat and oh so sweet taste. She gripped the girl’s
slender hips and pumped her head hard up and down tongue fucking her future
wife with wild abandon. My gods Arianne thought, I will be eating this pussy
every nightshe thought wildly!
Arianne lost all track of time as she was the center of her prides loving
ministrations. She spent well over an hour on her back eating out her nieces
and Myrcella as they took turns sitting on her face as they rocked or swept
their hips working their drooling muffins on her mouth. Gods she loved sucking
them off and drinking their hot sweet cum.
Her body was flipping and jackknifing as the three teens took turns sucking and
finger fucking Arianne’s cunt. Their expert skills sending the adult Martell’s
cunt into convulsions and her belly into gut wrenching spams of her harrowing
orgasms. Arianne’s hips bucked wildly and her screams swallowed by the cunt
currently riding her face.
Arianne was in heaven each time one of her pride mates started screaming and
wildly sweeping their cunts in hard jerks back and forth over her mouth. Her
mouth filled to overflowing with hot sweet cum that ran down her cheeks.  
Ariana looked up over flat stomachs and whiplashing firm tits and watched her
lover’s faces contort and slash. They looked so heavenly the way theirs faces
twisted and snarled through their womb rending orgasms. She adored the feel of
their cunts jamming down onto her mouth as their twats exploded flooding her
mouth with cum.
She loved watching her pride mate’s bodies jerk and convulse so hard up over
her. Their asses ground around on her throat and upper chest as they ground
their cunts into her hot sucking mouth. The wet heat of their slimy pussies
wallowing and riding her face was intoxicating.  Her soul was in heaven
drinking the ambrosia that gushed out hot teenage pussies.  God she loved their
cum so much!
She was in love!
Myrcella
Myrcella woke up deep in the night and looked around the room illuminated by
the waxing gibbous moon. She felt Arianne half lying on her gently snoring. She
started to stroke her back. She smiled broadly. She had her pride now. She had
reached for the moon and gotten it.
She knew that their new house would soon be a force to reckon with. How it
would happen she did not know but she felt deep inside that it would.
She pulled Arianne tighter to her as she woman moaned and wiggled into her
body. She had in the middle of their lovemaking gotten the women to start
saying they were making love to their pride mates along with using each other
names. They were a pride now. She had all three women of her heart. She smiled
lazily. They would never leave her or each other.
Myrcella looked over to the right and saw the twins all entwined legs and arms
sleeping on their sides bodies pulled tight.
“Huungggggg!” Myrcella gasped feeling thick sensual lips latch onto her left
nipple. A fierce suckling commenced filling her breast fill with fire!
Arianne loved her breasts for a few minutes.  Arianne half sprawled on her teen
lover as she sucked fiercely on her rock hard nipples.
Then her wife was between her legs pushing them out and Myrcella gagged hard
feeling a long hot tongue snaking deep into her already sopping wet cunt.
Myrcella whimpered watching the teens come awake and looking at her with hot
throbbing eyes as they stalked forward on their hands and knees licking their
sensual lips.
She was in heaven! That was what her life was now; heaven!
 
***** Stratagems *****
                                  Chapter 10
                                  Stratagems
     Ice King / Eddard / Daenerys / Jon / Sansa / Eddard / Arya / Daenerys
                                        
Ice King
He stood on the hill overlooking his kingdom, small that it was. The kingdom
went from one horizon to the other but it was a paltry thing compared to what
was his right. This kingdom should have covered the entire world. He had tried
once, to claim what his right by birth. He had failed.
But now the age of heroes was over. This time he would succeed and spread this
frozen waste across Westeros and beyond.
He looked over his wights as they trained and milled around. His sons were so
beautiful to watch; their sword work was exemplary. They never tired like the
warm-bloods. They would achieve victory. He remembered a time, so long ago,
when he had a true army to confront the armies of men. Now he had at best only
several regiments of true wights. They would have to be enough.
While the force he could field was so much smaller than before, the armies of
men had lost so much more. They had lost their heritage of magic that had
enabled them to overcome him and his brothers. Magic was still in the very air
but they were now blind to it. Though his army was small it had grown so much
since the arrival of his true son. Where once his army was few now he had
regiments of adopted sons to fill his ranks. He craved and needed more which he
worked feverishly to increase.
His foes had lost even more. They had not only lost their magic they had
forgotten even their knowledge. The weapon that was the most anathema to him
and his kind had been forgotten. They had remembered fire which burned his dead
like tinder and would kill even him if he was shot with enough flaming arrows
or pierced with spears on fire. His dead would absorb these weapons. The great
advantage of the hot bloods was their ability to breed like rats and their
numbers were vast. Regardless of their casualties they would still be a problem
for his small numbers. They could afford to take great losses.
He had been both shocked and so pleasantly surprised to learn upon his
awakening that his enemies had forgotten the very magic they had used to defeat
him over eight thousand years ago. It had been magic as much as might of arms
that defeated him; now they had lost half of their might and did not even know
it. If he still had had the forces he had had at his command during the Long
Night he would be assured of victory, but he didn’t. That was the problem. His
strength in many ways was a ghost of itself.
Only he now could raise the dead. In the past all his brothers could raise the
dead along with him. With their defeat by Azor and his allies those that had
not been slain outright had retreated deep into the cold permafrost that had
been their mother so many ages ago. What they had not counted on was the
fucking first children binding them to their mother. His brothers’ struggles
had gradually died away over the ages as the very Earth that had given them
birth slowly leeched away their essence. They had passed during their long
imprisonment in the cold Earth.
Only he survived. He was the first, and the strongest. Long his mother strove
to take his mind and essence from him, but he resisted her sweet siren call.
His will was too strong to let go into the long night of the hard, cold Earth
that nearly became his grave.
With time, the grip upon his body began to loosen. His mind that had been
clouded slowly cleared. His will to dream slowly returned. Through many more
long years of anguish did he strive to break his mother’s cruel embrace. Then,
one day, he attempted to move his finger and found that he could! After more
long years of struggle, he once more broke through the ground and severed his
link to his greedy mother who still sought to embrace him.
The spell, while not broken, had been marred and weakened. He was free.
But only he was free. He was the last. His brothers were all dead.
He had started to raise a new army of sons, but they were still too young and
weak to raise the dead as he did. He could only raise so many in a period of
time, or he would be made weak himself again. That could never be allowed.
So he had sent out emissaries to the land of men. He promised great fortune and
the rule of men that he would let live. Any man that would form an alliance
with him could be king of all Westeros and in time Essos. All of Essos.
Eventually he found such a man. When he first met the man he had been so put
off that he almost slew him out of turn.
He had been offended. The man was no warrior. The Ice King had expected some
mighty, corrupted warrior like Bran the Builder or Azor Ahai. A man who would
bring some army of rats at his side to attack his enemy from the rear. But this
man was a deviant rat himself.
He had controlled his wrath and listened to the man and what he had to say. The
Ice King then became thankful for his restraint. His wrath slowly turned to
admiration. He was stunned by the simplicity of the man’s plan - it was
brilliant. This man would use the humans’ own hot blooded ambitions, avarices
and instinctive lack of trust to bring about their own downfall.
He had gazed into the ghostly ice fires he used to cool his hands and watched
the flames. Like the priests and priestesses of Azor he too could read them.
But where they merely glimpsed at what had been, what was, and what could be,
the Ice King actually saw the future. Once the crime was done he would succeed.
The plan was so simple it had to work.
He signed the pact in his own icy blood on the sheet. The man had left smiling,
his hot heart pumping with greed and lust.
He would take great pleasure in killing the little man later on. He hated all
life, but the fact that this man would betray his own kind this way made even
the Ice King feel soiled. He would personally kill Peytr Baelish when he’d
outlived his usefulness, and take great satisfaction from it.
Despite what the flames had assured him would happen, it had not occurred. A
servant had been where none of the visions said they would be. They had
overhead Baelish and Lysa in their plotting.
An elaborate trap had been set and Lysa was caught in the very act of
attempting to poison Jon Arryn. She had, of course, immediately turned on her
lover and conspirator, and Petyr had been executed on the spot. The simpering
woman was sent to the Vale of Arryn with her weak son. The fool Hand had had
too much compassion.
The Ice King had been devastated. Why had his Mother Earth sheltered him all
these millenniums and then given birth to him a second time if he was doomed to
failure? His mother may have not wanted to release him but only through her
embrace had he survived.
He did not have the army to conqueror all of Westeros. While man had forgotten
the spells used to defeat him during the Long Night, the Wall remembered. Its
recollection was strong and vital. He did not have the forces to shatter that
barrier in his reduced state.
He had wailed into the long night, pounding his icy fists into the hard Earth
begging for a portent, for an ally that he could use to conqueror the hated
hot-bloods.
It was then the Croyel came to him. He had been fostering bastard children he
received as offerings from Craster and male babies he stole from the Others
when he came upon their newborns. He had to touch the child within twenty-four
hours of their birth to mark them as his own children. They were weak, and
needed to time to grow into their full maturity. He could not afford to wait.
The fates had shown him how fickle they could be.
The Croyel was such a small thing. It looked in many ways like the human
children he had been converting to be his bastard sons. The thing had short,
stunted legs and arms, and a large head with beady yellow eyes that never
blinked. His toes and fingers were claws, his teeth pointed daggers. The Croyel
proved to the Ice King he was indeed a reservoir of great ability; he had been
stunned at the power this tiny being held within its small baby-like frame.
The Croyel told him that together they could indeed conqueror the ends of the
Earth. He had brothers, though they were few. They sought to find great
entities they could bond with to achieve great victories. They, like the Ice
King, hated all things that were not of the Croyel.
If the Ice King would but bond with the Croyel, they would conqueror and
destroy all hated life. The Croyel was there to become his true son.
The Ice King had weighed his options. The Croyel had nothing to gain from
killing or trying to enthrall him. In its provenance of its lineage the Croyel
had confessed that his kind needed the ambition of another to strive for. For
all their power, they lacked the will to achieve anything more than mere
existence. They needed a host to drive and strive for domination.
The Ice King again consulted the ice flames. They had led him astray before,
but he had no other recourse. Unfortunately, the flames were of no help; the
Croyel was beyond the kin of the fire.
The Ice King had bent down and patiently let the Croyel crawl feebly up his
arm, and then settle onto his icy back. The frozen King cried out in pain when
the Croyel’s fangs pierced the ice hard skin of his neck, sinking in deep,
drinking his frosted blood while humming in satisfaction. The Croyel’s power
radiated out, increasing as it dug its claws into the back and side of its new
father.
The Ice King had folded in initial pain, but then rose up with a ramrod back.
Power like he had never felt before raced through his ice cold veins. He
thrummed with it. Who needed assistance? He would conqueror all before him now!
With his new son, the Ice King had achieved great things in the few intervening
years. They had even raised a surprise for the Targaryen bitch if it became
needed. He was able to find more bastard sons. With the Croyel to guide him he
had developed other sources for the children of men he needed to create new
sons. Also, with his son’s might he was no longer compelled to get a newborn
boy to convert to ice sons - the age of conversion was now much older.
Best of all, his true son had been able to divine the location of the most
precious of gifts - they now had the Horn of Winter in their possession. The
Wall was no longer an obstacle. The horn would unbind the magic of the Wall’s
makers.
To make his work easier he had found several tools among the hated humans to
help in their demise. The Ice King was always amazed at how easily he found
humans willing to work with him.
Soon. Soon there would be an accounting with the hot-bloods.
The Ice King would have his vengeance.
 
Eddard
Eddard was sitting underneath the Weirwood in the sacred grove polishing Ice.
He had run the wet stone along the edges of the great Valyrian sword,
considering the history of the land that had forged the blade. They had been a
mighty people indeed … and a cruel people.
He ran the oiled rag up and down the blade, then turned the sword on edge. He
studied the great blade’s immaculate edge; razor sharp and deadly. He looked at
the rippled steel that had so long served House Stark.
Eddard thought again of the Valyrian blade that Daenerys pulled from her
scabbard. He had been shocked when it had shone a bright, pale blue, sending
out a ghostly hue. He had seen that the glow seemed to come from within the
blade. Even from the distance between him and Daenerys, he could see that the
blue emanated from a swirling filigree pattern deep within the steel.
He remembered again the story he had almost forgotten as a youth, told by the
great Arthur Dayne. Eddard remembered the first time he showed the great
swordsman his blade. When Dayne was examining Ice, he had gone on about the
craftsmanship. The only thing that would have made it better was if it was a
rare ‘rune’ sword, he’d said. Eddard of course had asked about it.
Dayne then informed the young man that legends said that the greatest Valyrian
sword smiths could embed ghostly blue runes and patterns deep into the metal
and only the owner’s touch or a great dragon lord could activate them. Eddard
asked if any still existed and was told that the legends said that Aegon and
his sisters were the last to have such swords. Now most considered them mere
myth.
He shook his head. In the confusion of combat, almost anything seemed possible.
Great Dragon Lord, Eddard said to himself. The sword could not have been made
specifically for Daenerys since no such masters still lived. Just how powerful
was the girl? Those who studied history knew the House Targaryen was the
weakest of the Valyrian Houses. Only prophecy had saved them from the Doom.
Did the last scion of House Targaryen have the taint? Was she cruel like her
forbearers? Was she fair? Was her touch gentle and loving?
…would she be good to Arya?
He had not dared to broach the subject with Cat yet. He shuddered at just the
thought.
Eddard had made peace with his daughter’s destiny if indeed he was reading it
right. He thought of all the vain and conceited men he had known. So far, all
he had heard of Daenerys was positive. She showed mercy, and forgave at every
turn. She was said to have a temper though, but, that it would quickly settle
and she never held onto a grudge. A lot like me. Hopefully, not as grim. He
almost smiled.
His mind played over and over the confrontation before the gates of Winterfell.
The woman had definitely been testing them and, he surmised, having a little
fun at his expense. He shrugged. He could live with that.
In many ways Daenerys seemed to be living out the hope and promise that her
brother Rhaegar Targaryen had once held. He had been quiet and fair, and while
not a master at any one thing except the arts he was still very skilled at
anything he set his mind to.
If only him and his sister had not fallen in love. Eddard long ago came to
accept that his sister had not been abducted by Rhaegar, but had gone willing
with him. She chose to follow her own destiny. Eddard shuddered to think of
Cersei and Robert. That could have been Lyanna.
He was so sure in his youth about following the royal duty in marriage. What if
he had married Cersei Lannister instead of Catelyn Tully? He still cringed at
the notion. When he explored these thoughts honestly, he had slowly come to the
conclusion that such “duty” was, well, asinine.
He knew Robb was courting Alys Karstark from House Karstark. Their potential
marriage would not bring advantage to House Stark, but Eddard did not care
anymore. Rob could marry whomever he chose … and so could Arya.
The Stark patriarch sighed. When had life gotten so complicated?
He would never go to war again for such a silly thing as to whom one wanted to
marry. The cost had been too extravagant. Without the pressure of Robert’s
rebellion maybe Daenerys’ father would not have felt so pressured and addled.
Maybe his father and brother would have lived.
Eddard would never know.
He only knew that he would do what was right for Winterfell, the North and the
realm.
Eddard put aside his family dilemmas to once again focus on the great matters
of his time. He needed to meet the doom coming from beyond the Wall. He knew he
had to bring Westeros to meet the threat. The only problem was that the rest of
the great houses would never march north to meet the Wall’s need.
The Houses would have to unite and meet the threat as a closed-mailed fist and
smash the approaching danger. The only problem was the Houses did not really
believe in any threat from the Wall or beyond. The only threat they perceived
was in each other. At least once every generation the Houses would choose sides
and the bloodletting would begin.
It was about time for the next generation to now have its turn at that
bloodletting. A fierce grimace crossed Ned’s face. More bloodshed for, at best,
dubious reasons.
If blood was to be let, it must be for the effort against this age’s great
challenge. But how?! Only his house had shown any proclivity to try and avoid
these senseless battles. How could he get the houses to not fight each other
but instead fight against something that none of them believed in?
A most vexing problem.
Eddard put Ice back into its scabbard and got up to slowly pace before the
Weirwood tree, seeking the guidance of the old gods. He listened to the breeze
sigh through the branches and leaves, his head bowed in deep thought.
He had seen that Daenerys had bowed the rest of Westeros to her will, they were
all flocking to her court. But having houses come in peace and seeking largesse
and to curry favor was one thing. To get the houses to march in unity to fight
a foe they did not believe in when almost all of them were harboring some ill
will towards one another was another matter.
The Queen had not had enough time yet to unite them to her will and support it
while their natural tendency was to mistrust and, at times, even attack each
other. It would take time for any sovereign to fully make a realm their own.
The Queen had not been in Westeros a year. She was only now proving herself to
her subjects. Only now was Daenerys Targaryen beginning to instill in her
subjects the desire and will to follow her no matter where she might lead them.
She would not have time to make the realm truly hers before Eddard needed her
at the wall with the united forces of Westeros at her back following her call
to duty.
The only thing that had ever, historically, united the Great Houses was a great
threat that they all could perceive. They thought of the Wall as a relic of a
bygone era that protected Westeros from snarks, grumpkins, and goblins. The
last time the Houses had united in any capacity had been during Robert’s
rebellion, and even that had been a split division.
What Westeros needed was a threat they could see while putting fear in their
hearts or if that could not be provided they needed a foe that their greed and
avarice would lead them to confront and crush. The Great Houses had an innate
love to bring their brothers low.
Eddard stopped pacing. He looked up to gaze at the bleeding face of the
Weirwood, a rare, genuine smile coming to life on his face.
He had his answer.
 
Daenerys
Dany sat on a bench beside the practice yard after another exhilarating sword
practice session with Barristan and Syrio. They had each attacked her in turn,
pushing her to her limits. Each one had such a different style of attack.
Barriston used his broadsword as if he had been born with it from his mother’s
womb. His swipes were decisive and powerful. Great sweeping blows and lightning
fast jabs riding up her blade, seeking to find her flesh.
Syrio with his rapier always came forward with fast, controlled sweeps of his
blade and constant forward jabs of the sword point, seeking to pierce vital
organs. Each type of attack required an entirely different style of defense.
They would switch off the moment one tired to continue the pressing of their
offense.
Only after she had left would her sword masters speak quietly on how it was
possible for their Queen to fight two grown men to a standstill for up to
thirty minutes. It should not have been possible, but she did it every morning.
The Queen in some ways was beyond human.
She put her glowing sword on her leg and pulled out her sharpening stone,
running it along the edge of her blade. She felt her body start to relax as she
once again read again the runes forged deep in the metal from her distant
ancestor, reliving the truth embedded in the steel about the one her ancestor
had truly loved.
Her mind drifted back five years again as it often did when she sharpened her
sword. She saw in her mind her little Kiserri closing one eye, checking her
little ceremonial dagger Daenerys had given her, and declaring it needed to be
sharpened if she was to be Daenerys’s Blood Rider.
Daenerys had gotten Kiserri a whetstone. She had laughed softly watching the
girl fumble with the stone and stomp her foot in frustration and whine until
Dany had helped her get the coordination of moving the blade up the stone.  
She never had time to master the technique, Daenerys thought, tears running
down her cheeks.
The little girl had captured her heart in those small moments.
Tyrion had returned last week, and she was glad for it. Upon her return after
meeting the Reeds, she had given her Hand a set of tasks to accomplish in
preparation for her return to them, whenever that may be.
He had completed diagrams for a large, wide basket that he’d given the
craftsman, utilizing the same material they had been developed for the saddles,
chaps, and gloves that had been made for Barristan and Belwas. She would be
ready to take her charges North when summoned.
She had asked Tyrion about the Ice King. He had laughed until he saw that she
was serious. He told her he did not exist, and never had. She pressed him
further, and he told her what he knew of this ‘myth’, which was not much. That
was not good enough for Daenerys. She wanted to know where in the realm could
she find out more about this Ice King.
Tyrion had told her the Wall or the Citadel.
Daenerys needed the information as quickly as possible.
The next day a much protesting Tyrion had been placed in a modified saddle on
Rhaegal’s back, winging South with express orders to learn all there was to
learn of the Ice King and the dangers beyond the Wall.
Daenerys had enjoyed his loud curses even as they’d faded into the distance.
The briefings had been most educational. Tyrion had not believed the reports,
but Daenerys had. She had brought dragons to life from fossilized dragons eggs
– she knew anything was possible.
The next day she took her three dragons up into the sky. She told them what she
wanted to do. They had shown no fear as she had asked them if they could find
the Ice King, despite the fact that he would have no body heat. It was Viserion
that had came up with the solution to the problem and shared with his brothers
and mother.
She had done all she could on that front.
She had to sit in all the Small Council meetings in Tyrion’s absence. She had
not formed enough trust in anyone else to have them step in and take on Tyron’s
duties when he was off doing the Queen’s business. Syrio was not tempered for
such duties and Barristan had his fill in his previous incarnation at this
table. She had hoped the Small Council had reached the point she would not have
to sit at every meeting. Tyrion was clearly ensconced as her Hand. All now knew
with a certainty that Tyrion Lannister had the full support of the Queen.
Daenerys found many of the meetings were trite and boring, but her team by and
large were starting to focus on the problems that needed joining together to
come up with solutions that genuinely worked. For the first time in
generations, the government was actually working for its populace. To be a King
or Queen was not a right but a privilege.
Dany loved having her government actually solving problems.
Myrcella and Arianna Martell had again proven her faith in them. Dany had been
upset to discover they had traveled to the City of Tor with their Sand Snake
guard on the shore of the Sea of Dorne in the midst of a breakout of the
Bubonic plague. She’d briefly wondered if they were they insane. But, evidently
their insanity had a purpose. They had gone into the city, and within two weeks
had broken the plague.
Varys reported they had had to stare down the Dorne officials when they saw
they had a doctor from Highgarden with them. The Dorne authorities had laughed
at the Pride of Dorne and the Highgarden doctor when they said they would break
the siege.
The small council had been so quiet then that you could hear a pin drop. Were
they sorceresses? Dany knew more than one of them wondered that very thing.
Varys reported that the poor and unlearned had wanted to worship them as
goddesses or as powerful witches.
The truth was all in their report.
They had discovered a doctor from Highgarden that had insisted he had found the
way to control the spread of the plague. He had been in Tyrosh three years ago
when a breakout of the plague had hit the port. Death was all around except for
one ship that had been spared amongst all the others anchored.
He had investigated the anomaly when the plague had passed. It was no
coincidence, and science had the answer. The master of the ship had a phobia of
rats and fleas. Because of this, he demanded his ship be kept free of vermin.
His crew killed all rats ruthlessly and actively fought the fleas with all
tinctures and remedies known to man. Between his cleanliness and the savage
attacks on the vermin he had accidently discovered the truth. The plague
traveled in rats which were naturally immune, and the fleas biting the rats
spread then spread the plague to men. Keep the port and ships clean of rats and
fleas, then no plague.
Problem was everyone disbelieved and mocked his discovery.
But Myrcella and Arianna had not only broken the siege of bubonic plague at
Tor, Myrcella and Arianna had saved countless lives and would see many more
spared in the future.
Dany was smug looking at the two men who had called them cunts. They would not
meet her direct eye contact. Since they did not repeat their words and seemed
to have learned the errors of their ways she overlooked their earlier slurs.
Much good was accomplished in her tedious Small Council meetings, though having
to deal with Solaja Xo was barely tolerable. The woman must have been a man in
a former life, Dany thought sourly.
The woman followed her around the Small Council table with Dany constantly
changing where she sat to ward her off. With Tyrion gone, Daenerys had taken to
sitting in the Hand’s chair to put off the woman. The vixen had tried twice to
sit on her lap in front of the first attendees of one day’s meeting. It was
becoming insufferable. Dany had no desire for her, but found small joys in
frustrating the woman.
Two weeks ago the Summer Islander had started to try to browbeat and bull past
her blood rider guard, which they found amusing and titillating but could not
go off with the woman even when she made it plain she wanted to fuck them if
she could not have the queen. So Dany had switched her guard detail. Now two
Dothraki guarded her door early on the first watch.
When Solaja had tried to bull in again she now had two Dothraki confronting
her. They let the woman decide which one she would bed; then they reported back
to Daenerys that she was a real good fuck. She was like a wild mare. She gave
great head. Was Daenerys sure she did not want to bed the mare? She often
screamed her name even as they fucked her hard and deep filling her cunt and
ass with their hot spurting cum.
Daenerys informed her blood riders that she was all theirs.
For a while at least, Dany had peace at night and her blood riders were now all
guarding her door with Solaja occupied taking back two to her bed.
The woman must have indeed been a great fuck with that kind of stamina Dany had
to concede. Her blood riders were starting to look a little pale.
The marriage proposals began flowing in, and she was able to set them aside by
rightfully claiming she was still putting her kingdom together. She knew
eventually they would become much more demanding, but she would deal with that
then.
She missed having Tyrion to amuse her during the Small Council meetings.
With Solaja getting fucked hard every night by her blood riders, she had calmed
down to some degree. She still eyed the Queen hungrily, but her step was often
a little ginger from her rough DP fucking the previous night. Dany had finally
felt safe in taking her normal seat at the end of the table.
Of course thatput her back in the clutches of Grand Maester Harsch Lape, who
was his usual banal self.
Three day ago she had snapped when he brushed the hair off her shoulder and
tried to caress her neck. Her hand had whipped up and gripped his wrist in a
vice lock. He had cried out in pain when she slammed his hand onto the table
palm down and dug her thumb into the pressure point on the underside of his
hand.
The Maester’s fingers had shot out in spasming agony. Dany whipped out her
dagger with her dominant hand and faster than the eye could follow started to
slam into the table with her dagger point in rapid succession between his
fingers. The dagger point hit each tiny V between the Maester’s digits. Dany
repeated this back and forth for half a minute.
The impact of Valyrian metal into hardened oak filled the room. The Maester
whimpered, his eyes wide in shocked fear. Solaja had actually looked like she
wanted to be where Lape was, which only made Daenerys’ hand move even faster.
Once she finally relented, the Maester remembered to keep his hands to himself.
 
Jon
Even Jon could feel the Ice King coming now. His advisor had been telling him
that eventually as the Ice King’s power increased he too would feel him - he
was Azor Ahai reborn, after all. It was true, he could feel the demon’s power
pulsing, along with the ally of the Ice King that his advisors kept speaking
of. It was like an evil spot on top of the deadly King. Strange how their evils
pulsed so differently. The Ice King was clearly ascendant, but the other evil
seemed almost a part of the King.
Jon pulled the cowl of his cloak forward covering his face in shadows. He felt
the comfort of its warmth and the shadows that he found he craved now. His
brothers had betrayed him with their attempted assassination. The Crows of the
Nights Watch had proved to have shadows on their hearts. Those shadows had
crept into Jon’s heart now. It seemed they all had half-truths they wanted to
cherish in the shadows of their hearts. Jon Snow had tired of his brothers but
he was a Stark and he would fulfill his duty to the order and to the realm.
He asked his advisors what the new evil was. If the Ice King had a new ally
they needed to know about it. Even after studying the flames the nature of this
new force could not be divined. They had studied many years to learn of the
demons that plagued man, and they had never seen this before. It was almost as
if this was the first appearance of this type of demon within the sphere of
man.
For now, they would not be able to provide any assistance or knowledge on how
to defeat this new entity. His advisor had been frustrated in not being able to
provide more information to the Commander of the Night’s Watch.
Last night his confidents and advisors had come to him excited. They were sure
they had come up with a way to spy in the very camp of the Ice King. They could
finally provide Jon with the intelligence and proof to his father of the true
situation.
When the detailed what they hoped to accomplish Jon had at first refused. It
was too dangerous! If they were caught they would be killed and worse yet
raised as part of the Ice King’s army. That was unacceptable. While their
courage was commendable the risk was simply too great. They had slowly
convinced Jon that he had no choice. The needs of the many outweighed the needs
of the few.
They wanted and, more so, needed to do this for Jon. They needed to help him
protect his realm. Jon finally relented. Jon in the end had no choice but to
send his advisor and oracle into the very camp of the enemy. No matter the risk
the gambit had to be taken. The threat to the realm was that great.
Jon could not afford to worry about what he could not change. He would focus on
what he could affect.
His relocation of the Wildlings was proceeding apace. He had unilaterally given
them the Gift along the Wall. He had done so in secret, but of course word was
already leaking out, despite the fact that the wildlings had been honorable.
With his allowing the Wildlings passage through the Wall they had gladly taken
to the duty on guarding it, and to helping with the rebuilding of the old Crow
forts. Some were in much more disrepair than others. Jon Snow had just received
excellent reports of progress from Deep Lake, Icemark and Long Barrow. His
brothers were upset he was naming Wildlings to lead many of the repaired forts
but he no longer really cared. The Wildlings more than any other people in
Westeros understood the threat that was coming to attack them. They had
suffered directly from its evil touch.
Since his attempted assassination by his own brothers his former dedication to
the old rules had slipped. He was doing everything he could to save them and
the Wildlings and they had tried to stab him to death.
Something like that that tended to change a man. He now viewed his brothers as
a burden that he could not wait to set aside. That is, if he lived through the
coming trials that his oracles told him he would have to face.
Jon felt much closer to his two advisors than his former Night’s Watch
‘family’. He now thought of his advisors as his family now. His brothers of the
Watch had sacrificed that right with their attempted murder of him. It was
these two that had saved him from his supposed ‘brothers’. The crows resented
his new confidants but they had lost any right they had to dispute him nearly
two years ago.
Jon stopped contemplating the sins of the past and focused himself on the near
future. They must be ready for the Ice King when he came South in earnest to
fight and attempt to take down the Wall and flood South. They must be stopped
here, or the carnage would be horrible. The Ice King must be confronted before
his forces had the opportunity to disperse and wreak havoc on the unsuspecting
populace of the South lands.
Jon had been keeping his father constantly informed of all that his oracles was
able to perceive with their divinations. His father had not wanted to believe
at first, Jon could tell, but his father was a Stark and deep down from his
first report of the Ice King Eddard Stark had believed.
Jon had told his father that the Ice King was becoming stronger and his numbers
growing quickly. That he had found some supernatural ally that was greatly
aiding him.
Jon told his father that he must rally all of Westeros to the defense of the
Wall. Jon knew in some ways he had given his father the hardest of all jobs -
to convince a recalcitrant Westeros of a threat they did not believe in.
Jon had to pray to gods he was no longer sure he believed in that his father
succeeded. Jon did not have the forces to even long delay the coming darkness.
The crows and wildlings were simply not enough. They needed the might of arms
from all the Houses to fight the coming battle.
On top of this, their supplies were being consumed at a frightening fate. The
armies of the South would have to arrive at the proper time, else, they would
soon starve.
His father had yet to find a way to unite and bring the Great Houses North.
Time was running out.
Jon took a moment to reflect on the inevitable confrontation with the Ice King
himself. His most powerful advisor and oracle had told him since their first
meeting that only the Dragon, Azor Ahai reborn and the Direwolf combined could
defeat the Ice King. That they must fight him as one.
His advisor had convinced him that the Dragon was ready. Her ordeal in the
desert had given her the hardening of body and mind and filled her spirit with
resolve. Daenerys Targaryen was ready to lead the charge of the forces of
light.
Jon had no issue with that. He had no desire for fame or glory; others could
lead. He was content with just being allowed to confront the Ice King like his
long ago progenitor. Jon pulled his Valyrian sword from its scabbard. Its first
sheaths had quickly melted from the heat of Long Claw reborn into the sword of
Azor Ahai.
Again his oracles had come to his aid. They had taken a scabbard from the
armory. They then inscribed magical runes and placed magical spells into the
metal to strengthen the metal and give it the heart to withstand the heat of
Jon’s blade reborn. When he put the scabbard on his back he did not even feel
the heat always pulsing in his red glowing sword.
Once removed from its scabbard, it became a blade of fire, the tongues of flame
licking off the blade nearly six inches.
Jon was still had a hard believing he was the true Azor Ahai reborn but he
would gladly take his sword into combat to fight the Ice King. He was
transformed but he was still learning to have the pure faith in his destiny.
Even with his doubts he was ready. His assassination and then trial by fire had
indeed forged Jon Snow into something other than what he had been. He put his
sword back in its enchanted scabbard. He felt both of the old glory of past
ages and yet reborn into something new. He was focused and ready to meet his
personal challenge in this tableau.
He did feel like he had been reborn as a new weapon to fight the forces of
night and death.
The weak link was his sister, Arya Stark. She was developing apace but she was
not ready to do what would be necessary. Arya needed honing of her skills,
increasing her strength and developing even further her iron will. She was
supposed to be forged as Jon and Daenerys had been.
Was she strong enough to meet her destiny without flinching? Would Jon’s sister
have iron will to throw herself into the breach of seemingly unsurmountable
odds and not care? Would she have the strength and will to persevere against
all odds?
Jon was not sure he was, and he had been forged in fires of pain and anguish.
Arya may have had hurt feelings and had her wings clipped, but she had never
suffered like Daenerys and himself.
The Oracle spoke: “I fear Jon Snow. You sister has not been forged. I fear she
will not be able to perform her part. Only great pain and anguish can kindle
greatness.” She said sadly.
“I know. I too fear that she might fail when the time comes. I love my sister,
but I doubt she can take on her part in the final battle.”
His other advisor had heard enough. “Stick that head of red hair of yours in
that fire you love so much, Oracle. Don’t either of you know that there is also
love in the world? Look at us. Love does in indeed conquer all. You know
nothing Jon Snow … nor you, Melisandre.”
 
S ansa
Sansa was getting very tired of having to work behind the curtains to operate
the levers of influence and power even though she had been happy to help her
brother woo the lass from Karhold. She had been helping Rob arrange secret
meetings and when the families visited each other, which was often since her
father had insisted on holding so many councils with his many lords as of late.
Sansa helped run interference to let the two smitten lovers find time alone.
Even though she would have done this regardless, she was sure to use the fact
she was helping her brother to make sure she was given what she wanted in
return.
Robb hadn’t once argued, so thankful that their father had not found out yet of
his wooing of Alys.
She had to get the news of what was occurring from Robb. It galled her that she
was not allowed in on the council sessions; she had a mind as sharp or sharper
than any man in those rooms. She silently fumed, but used her anger to help her
to focus. She needed to shape events as much as she could to help those most
dear to her.
From Robb, Sansa had learned that their father considered the true danger of
their time to be North of the Wall. This surprised Sansa since she believed
that any true danger from the North had long ago perished in the cold nights.
It was obvious her father did not share her views. He was always much more
prone to the mystical where Sansa only believed in the hard, cold facts that
could stand up to the light of day, not half-formed tales heard in the deep of
night.
Sansa knew that the other houses would never march North to the defense of the
Wall. The rest of Westeros thought too much like she did. She had to wonder who
was right. Did one follow their intellect and fact, or the mystical and their
instincts?
In the end, it did not matter. The Wall was always the responsibility of the
North. Were not the Stark’s and their allies the equal of all challenges?
Her and Robb were talking in the hall when Robb got an urgent message from
their father to meet him in the Lord’s Hall. Sansa and her brother looked at
each other, and Robb nodded.
He owed Sansa.
He swept into the room where his father waited with his most trusted advisors
and heads of at least one third of his lords. He was animatedly explaining that
he had figured out how to get the South to come North to fight for the Wall.
This Sansa had to hear. They all gathered around the table, Sansa taking her
place beside Robb.
Eddard looked up and saw Sansa at the war table. She was there as she if she
belonged. She fiercely held her ground, refusing to shy from his eye. Robb was
looking very nervous. Eddard kept eye contact with Sansa for a few long
moments.
Apparently satisfied, Eddard gave his oldest daughter the slightest of nods and
called the meeting to order.
He started to detail the danger. Sansa felt her heart clutch. The Ice King? Her
father was so certain. But he was nothing but a tale to scare miscreant
children into obedience and get them in bed at night. He could not exist after
so many years. She saw that many around the table thought the same. They were
of the North and would serve but still they doubted.
So she asked the question that everyone else was too afraid to ask. Her heart
soared and her back went even straighter when her father smiled at her for
giving him the opening he was looking for. He responded by asking “Why else
build a wall of Ice seven hundred feet tall and anchored by ancient magic. For
humans?” He asked them to think it through. For the next half hour Eddard
detailed all the information that Jon had been sending to him.
There were no doubters left. These people grew up with the Wall as a
cornerstone of their life.
Then her father told them he had come up with a plan to draw the South up to
the wall. His plan was audacious and dangerous. He would need be careful with
the timing… and he would need to send an emissary to help sow even more doubt
in the Great Houses and yet still bring the Queen on board as an ally. It would
be a most difficult balancing act but he thought it could succeed if they
executed his plan properly.
If an emissary of sufficient importance was sent then that would force the new
Queen to pause to consider what the “mad” Starks were doing. They would need
someone who would be sincere, likely to be believed by the Queen. Eddard would
time his march to begin immediately after the arrival of the emissary. Eddard
asked for suggestions. This person, unfortunately, could not be told of the
true nature of the plan, as one wrong slip of the tongue could ruin everything.
The message must be delivered along with the scroll that would be delivered to
the Queen upon the arrival of the emissary.
Eddard had grimaced as he told them that sometimes one had to play the Game of
Thrones.
Arya mooning and walking on clouds while thinking of a certain Targaryen Queen
immediately came to Sansa’s mind. She knew just who to send.
The meeting continued on with suggestions being offered for the emissary. Sansa
wanted to discuss her thoughts with her father in private. It was her sister
all.
When the meeting ended and the members of the meeting started to file out Sansa
asked her father if he could stay back for a few minutes. She had a personal
matter to ask.
Her heart warmed like it always did when her father graced her with that soft
almost shy smile.
Eddard
Eddard watched his daughter waiting for the room to empty. He was not sure what
this was about. Was it about a suitor, or her mother? Something about the
emissary?
“Father, I know just who we can send.” Sansa told him.
Sansa paused while Eddard waited a few long moments “Well, Sansa, tell me. You
have proven to be quite innovative with your thinking. I can’t wait to hear who
you think we should send. Robb? Theon?”
“Father, I think we should send Arya. You’ve seen how she is mooning over the
Targaryen. She would be perfect!” Sansa said, excited at her own thinking and
how clever she was being.
“She will thank us for this Father! Everyone with eyes that see can see how
love struck Arya is.” Eddard watched his daughter chuckle. “I neverthought I
would see that! Arya will leap at the opportunity to go south and be your
emissary and meet the new Queen. You know Arya … she’ll make quite the impact
with her introduction to the Queen. She’ll probably try to impress the
Targaryen with her bowman ship or something like that.”
Eddard watched his daughter calmly.
On the inside he was reeling.
“Sansa—That again is brilliant outside the box thinking” Eddard told his
daughter softly.
He watched Sansa throw her shoulders back straighter at the praise.
“And extremely dangerous for Arya … you know the game we are playing with the
Queen … she could kill Arya right out for our treason.”
Eddard sadly watched his daughter’s face fall and shoulders slump. She needed
to learn the iron will of command.
“I’m sorry father. I didn’t think it through. I was being a silly romantic girl
and not a mature leader who just happens to be a woman. Can you forgive me?”
Eddard gave her his patented half smile half grimace “I told you Sansa it is
brilliant and that is why we are going to do it.”
“What? NO! We will not be putting Arya in danger!”
“Sansa, calm down.”
Sansa was still agitated, walking around waving her arms saying how stupid she
had been.
“Sansa, we are going to send Arya south to be our emissary and so she can win
the Queen’s love. I should have seen it for myself, but my male ego got in the
way.”
His daughter stopped dead in her tracks and looked at her father strangely.
“What did you say?”
“Sansa I have not shared with you, Robb or my other advisors all the
intelligence I receive. Some of it was seemingly irrelevant to our current
crisis. Also, what I am about to tell you is of Daenerys Targaryen’s personal
desires. Desires that normally have no part of a battlefield. One of the
persistent rumors you hear constantly about the Queen in Essos, especially
early on in her conquest was her … how should I say it—she fucked women, not
men … I think the Queen is for some reason trying to hide it now, but she is
gay Sansa—just like our wild wolf Arya.”
“You accept that?” Sansa answered back in a small voice.
Eddard wondered at his daughter’s strange reaction.
He took a deep calming breath. “I have been working at it for a long time now.
I had my fears for a long time. Then the more I thought about it I wondered why
I should fear it? Arya is who she is. She has chosen a difficult road. I’m just
thankful that you have chosen a more straight path.” Eddard spoke, not seeing
the double meaning.
“You’re thankful I’m straight and not gay like Arya.” Sansa spoke in a strange,
strangled voice.
Eddard looked at his daughter. He tried to make a small joke “I think having to
deal with one gay daughter is quite enough for one family, don’t you think?” he
chuckled and came over and squeezed his daughter’s shoulder.
He wondered why she looked somewhat ill.
“It was Bran’s prophecies while he was in his deep sleep after his fall that
made me fully see the truth. To see that Arya and Daenerys would be lovers. Now
we can make it happen.”
“What do you mean?” Sansa said in a far away voice.
“What Bran kept saying throughout his coma. ‘The direwolf and dragon must lie
together’. Your mother and everyone else assume it means that our two Great
Houses will work together. That is not what it means. Not with our Arya. The
words tell the truth.”
Eddard could see doubt in his daughter’s eyes.
“But what if it Robb that is destined to be the Queens consort? I think you are
taking an extreme leap of faith, father.”
“Sansa, you need to learn to trust your instincts. I fully trust mine. The
Queen is gay and our daughter is gay. Bran says the “the wolf must lie with the
dragon”. His words while in his dream state often varied but the meaning
remained the same. In this one phrase he never varied ‘wolf must lie with the
dragon.’ If he had meant something else Sansa, Bran would have said other words
with the same meaning.”
“We have two gay women of Great Houses. Our Arya is meant for the Queen. I am
ashamed to think I did not see the correctness of sending Arya to the Queen
myself. I am in your debt yet again, daughter.
“I have seen the Queen’s eyes. She is a fair woman. She will not harm our
little Arya. She will take Arya as a hostage and someway, somehow, Arya will
make our new Queen fall in love with her. I can feel it. I have prayed in the
Godswood and the way the branches swirl and whisper in the breeze I know they
agree.
“This will make all that was prophesied happen. Thank you Sansa.”
“And if you are wrong?”
Eddard took a deep breath “Then I will suffer the sin.”
“It is my idea.”
“But I am championing it, Sansa. These are great times. We must take great
risks. What do you think Arya’s answer will be no matter the risk? She has, in
a way, lived her whole life for this moment. Let’s not deny her destiny.”
Eddard watched his daughter smile a small smile. He knew she felt her sister’s
potential danger acutely but she would learn to take chances as all great
leaders must.
He would never have sent Arya South if Bran had not already told them the path
to take.
Sansa looked at him “I had not considered that the Game of Thrones had such
risks … it has all seemed only a game, in a way.”
“It is Sansa and you seeing this tells me you are indeed going to be a master
at it … always consider all the angles and ramifications. You must do this to
make the best decisions for all involved.”
Eddard sensed the conversation was finished and started to move out of the
room.
“Father?”
Eddard stopped beside Sansa and turned to look at Sansa.
“It truly doesn’t bother you that Arya is gay?” his daughter asked in that
strange strangled tone again.
Eddard gave her his small smile “Not anymore, Sansa.” He paused and attempted
to lighten the mood “Just don’t you go and make your mother and me disappointed
in you.” He said as he started to move out of the room, squeezing his
daughter’s shoulder showing his love in the jest.
Not looking back he did not see the stricken look on Sansa’s face.
Arya
Arya walked the box across her room and set it resolutely down on the floor.
She climbed on top of it and stood up on toes, leaning forward as her arms came
up and around making a hoop. She leaned her face forward and puckered her lips.
Her eyelids fluttered as she made a kissing noise and then, suddenly, she was
wind milling her arms and fell off the box.
Dammit! Arya thought. Why did Daenerys Targaryen have to be so tall?
Arya picked up the box and went back across the room, then considered the walk
with the box she had just finished. That would not do. She turned around,
putting some wiggle in her walk, swaying her slender hips. She put the box down
and climbed up with a sultry look. Much better. She felt much sexier as she
looped her arms around her imaginary lover and practiced smooching.
She practiced a few more times. She was just beginning to feel confident when
she had a distressing thought - what if there were no chairs or boxes when they
met?
She pondered her dilemma. She stood before her imaginary, tall Queen and bent
her knees deep, then jumped up high and looped her arms up to catch the back of
the pale Queen’s neck. She practiced this for a minute.
Arya thought his might have some merit. She would have to loop her strong legs
around the Queen’s waist and then clench her body against the Queen’s. She
would feel Arya’s warm body pressed to her. She would feel her puffy nipples
and wet pussy jammed into her stomach as she shimmied up to kiss the Targaryen
silly. Yes. She would use her body to seduce the Queen.
Wait a minute! They would be fully clothed. She would not feel how wet she made
me! Arya wondered if she could ask for a private initial meeting. Then she
could strip down and jump up on the Queen. Yes, that might work. No, wait a
minute! The queen would still be fully clothed. That might be a problem.
Arya pondered the truly meaningful questions of her time.
Then a frightful thought crossed her mind.
Arya ran to her closet and pulled out the many dresses that her mother had had
commissioned for her to wear to impress suitors. Dresses she had always refused
to wear! They were frilly, lacy things that made her heart beat cold. She felt
a cold sweat running down her back holding them one by one up to her body and
looking at the full length mirror on one wing of her dressing screen.
She moved over to her dresser, categorizing all the makeup that she almost
never used at all, at most just a little on special occasions or to cover
bruises.
What if the Queen was a woman who wanted her woman to be in dresses and in full
makeup? What if Daenerys wanted a girly girl? Arya nearly fainted at the
thought. She sat down on the bed with a queasy stomach. No, that couldn’t be.
A warrior queen would want a warrior at her side. Yes. Yes, that was right.
Like attracted like, Arya thought desperately to herself. Arya saw the
irrefutable logic of her thoughts and felt much better about her situation. She
put the dresses haphazardly back in the closet.
But maybe Daenerys was the type of woman that wanted to conquer her woman. Arya
got in the middle of the room and practiced batting her eyelashes and making
girly noises as she exposed her neck in submission, displaying her desire to be
mounted and taken. She giggled and swished her hips.
Arya was feeling a little queasy again, but she would do what she had to do to
get her woman. That calmed the Stark as she continued practicing being the
coquette. She would let the Queen be the passionate suitor and her the damsel
to begin with if that was what it took to capture her Queen. Once she had the
woman in bed… she would show her how a wolf really behaved.
Arya paused a moment. She sure hoped she knew what a wolf did in bed. She
looked around, gnawing her lip. She guessed she would just have to wing that
part. She howled into the night and Nymeria howled back, and Arya suddenly felt
much more confident.
Arya eyed where her imaginary six-foot-six Queen stood. The Queen stood
patiently waiting for her wolf to declare her adoration for her.
Arya thought of how a wolf would declare its passion, tapping her foot.
Ruminating, Arya decided a wolf would spring upon its mate.
Arya took off forward, springing high in the air with arms forming a hoop as
she pounced on her future Queen and mate.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys walked around her personal quarters making sure all was ready. The
servants had come in fifteen minutes ago with the spread of food on the back
table. The food was mainly a light repast of finger foods and bowls of chopped
up melons and various berries along with cherries. A large bowl of tossed salad
- lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers all diced and mixed together.
Dany smiled at the large tub of locusts that had been set up on a step stool by
the chaise that sat before the fireplace. She had to make sure that Strong
Belwas was not left in a ‘famished’ state. Daenerys looked around again. She
spied the poker deck of cards and chips on the main table. Tonight she would
win!
The Queen wanted her Klutch of Confidantes meetings to be both a meeting of
advisors but more importantly a meeting of friends. She treasured these times
with her most trusted friends.
Dany moved to the mirror over her dresser and admired herself. She had to admit
she was one hot woman in her Dothraki garb. She wore the traditional vest
unhooked, allowing her breasts to move freely. She wore a short skirt that
barely covered her ass and coochie. Her feet and lower legs were strapped into
riding sandals. She had a medium width belt on with a bronze medallion that
depicted a rearing mare throwing its hooves at the sky. She missed the days
when she rode thus on the back of Silver.
She had been so free and alive then. She was happy then but she at times felt
hemmed in by the strictures of being Queen of Westeros. She loved the open sky
and the feel of a horses’s gait between her legs. She pressed her thighs
together loving the friction. She missed her harem she had had when she was
Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen never wanted to forget her time as Khaleesi of Khal Drogo’s
Khalasar. It was there that her desire and dreams of conquest and becoming the
Mother of Dragons was born. It was there that she first dreamed of being great.
She had begun to dream there to become Queen of Westeros. Now she was that and
so much more.
There was a polite knock on the door and she was broken out of her reverie.
Daenerys shook her head and went to answer the door. She opened it and spotted
her closest friends together talking and laughing together. She felt warmth
rush through her at seeing her friends so relaxed with each other. Most of them
had known each other for over five years, and the newest addition fit
effortlessly right in.
They all streamed in laughing except for Missandei. She was looking down
nervously. There Daenerys observed her caracal, Shadowclaw. The cat looked at
her with its yellow eyes. The cat was roughly thirty-five pounds and over three
feet long, and about twenty inches tall at the shoulders. It had a short tail
and large ears, each ear adorned with black tufts nearly two inches long on the
tips.
Shadowclaw’s fur was a tawny brown with red highlights. Its sides and back
lined with black streaks. Her belly was covered in white fur that ran up her
throat to her chin. Black lines ran from her eyes to the nose. Her fur coat was
short and very dense. Her ears were lightly colored in the front black at the
back.
Daenerys looked from the cat’s intelligent pupils back up at Missandei. Her
interpreter cleared her throat.
“Can Shadowclaw join us? She whines something frightful when I leave to come to
our Klutch meetings. She then gives me the cold shoulder and offended eye for
the next day. She really wants to join us.”
The cat came over to Daenerys and rubbed up against her legs and purred
lightly. Dany had always liked the cat.
“I would be pleased to have your caracal join us, Missandei.” The Queen bent
down and scratched the cat behind her ears, its purrs nearly shaking the cat on
its feet. The Queen got up and stepped aside, and the cat sauntered in like she
owned the whole castle. She now probably thought she did.
Missandei and Dany came last into the room. Jhago resumed his position as guard
at the door. The five Unsullied ranged up and down the royal halls on constant
patrol. Dany closed the door behind her.
They all put together a plate of food and walked to the table except for Strong
Belwas. He went to ‘his’ chair and sat in it, then devoured his heaping plate
of food all the while saying he was famished and nearly was top weak to put
food in his mouth. He gulped his food down like a famished dog, chasing it down
with mead.
Missandei had set down a plate with carved ham and roast on the floor. The cat
nibbled on its meal, her tongue constantly licking her lips, enjoying her
repast.
Soon Belwas was finished with his first course and had started to stuff his
mouth with his ever sought after locusts. He hummed and gave out moans of
gluttonous glee eating his insects.
This caught Shadowclaw’s attention and the cat wandered over and sat on its
haunches, looking up expectantly at Belwas for some locusts. The man looked
down at the cat. “Go away! I need to eat to replenish my depleted reserves. I
am weakened unto death!”
“Meow.”
“No. I refuse your entreaties. I am immune to your pretty eyes! They are all
for me!”
“Meow?”
Shadowclaw turned her head slowly right and left looking at the handfuls of
locust being stuffed in the eunuchs mouth. The cat licked its lips.
“I will not give in!”
“Meow”
“Never!” Belwas bellowed as Daenerys watched the interchange. He went to stuff
another handful into his mouth and a big locust slipped from between his
fingers, hitting the ground.
Shadowclaw pounced on it and got it between her paws, lying down and chewing
the head off and slurping the stub of the thoracic with her tongue. She chewed
and gnawed the locust until only one foot fell to the ground.
She then looked up, and Belwas accidentally let another locust slip through his
fingers. The caracal swiped the locust into her paws as she gnawed happily.
Whenever she ate a locust, Belwas ‘accidentally’ dropped another locust to the
floor. The man never dropped locusts till tonight.
Daenerys chuckled. Softie.
Her and her other companions enjoyed their light meal talking of the days
events and sharing funny anecdotes, their laughter tinkling in the night air.
Daenerys treasured these times with her closest friends.
She worked with Tyrion on designing a campaign of education on hygiene and
beginning the control and hopeful eradication of rats and other vermin. She
wanted to drill more wells in the poor quarters for the populace. She also
talked to Tyrion about water towers like she had seen in Volantis for public
baths to help promote hygiene and health. This would reduce medical costs for
the realm and for individuals. The reduction of sick days would increase
productivity. This would put more money in merchants pockets, and increase
wages for the working man. More wages would provide more taxes. A healthy realm
would be a happier kingdom.
With Syrio she planned for a training schedule for her troops. She was starting
to cycle her Essos troops back to their homes and wanted her remaining troops
in top physical condition and cross training disciplines to improve their
martial prowess against foes they had not faced before.
She had learned to value asymmetrical warfare on her march across Essos and
wanted to start teaching it to her armed forces.
They talked for another thirty minutes before it was time for poker. Dany had
pulled the servants bell that sounded down in the kitchen. The servants came up
and cleaned off the food from the table.
Daenerys looked over at Strong Belwas. As per usual by now he was leaned back
on his chaise, snoring as he slept. She and Missandei got up and spread out
over his rotund form several throw blankets. He smiled up at them sleepily.
Daenerys felt her heart clutch. He was like a little boy.
They went back to play their game. They laughed and played hands of poker with
a lot of jibbing and taunts. It was good night for a change as she was winning
most of the hands. She loved seeing Tyrion with the sour look on his face.
Daenerys looked over at Belwas and touched Missandei’s arm, pointing over to
the fireplace. Missandei’s face split into a big smile. On Belwas’s stomach lay
Shadowclaw. She had her hind limbs on one side of his stomach and her head and
front legs hanging down the other side of his big belly - fast asleep.
Daenerys went back to her game with a big smile on her face.
***** What Should Have Been *****
                                  Chapter 11
                             What Should Have Been
                                  Melisandre
Six years ago
… prophecies are so subtle and dangerous. The inevitability of a prophecy once
heard. History is full of mighty heroes, great houses, fighting to avoid their
fate, and, thus, only ensuring they fulfill their prophecies of doom and
destruction. Westeros had its prophecy … one of death, one of destruction; one
of doom and potential victory at the birth of Spring but so much pain, so much
loss … Strife and discord the crucibles of destiny; the fires that create
greatness… The death of Jon Arryn was prophesied by seers of old. His death
would spring forth great events and great devastation BUT eventual victory over
the forces of darkness and death. The seers say that only great suffering and
supreme heartache can forge the strongest human metal … … … Jon Arryn did not
die … … … now the fates are in disarray! Can victory still be achieved? The
price would have been great, but, would it not have been worth it to overcome
the Wight King? … … I wonder … what new prophecy will arise from the ashes of
what might have been … will a new Phoenix arise … one with a nobler more
enlightened vision … one of Hope … one of Reclamation …
 
Melisandre again looked over what she had written. She looked down at the
parchment, and then out into the dark skies of Asshai. The sounds of
unspeakable monsters were loud in the distance, but that was not what had
disturbed her soul so. She picked up the parchment and read her words again,
musing over the news that had just reached her from Westeros.
She was a rogue witch among her kin - she walked her own path. The other
powerful mages saw no reason to trouble themselves with events on the other
side of the world. They were unconcerned that the prophecy had not come true.
The match had not been struck that was to launch the war of resolution. The war
that was to forge the heroes in that far, distant land into the weapons they
were destined to be. They neededthis forging to become what was needed to
defeat the rising enemy of ice and darkness.
Her fellow warlocks and witches simply didn’t care. So what if Westeros was
reduced to a frozen waste? They were safe; the danger a world away. If the
problem came east, they would take care of it then.
Light would always defeat night. The one was stronger than the other, always.
It was hogwash that this “Wight King” could cause permanent night and winter.
The world turned around the sun. Spring followed winter, summer followed
spring, fall followed summer and finally winter followed fall. The seasons had
always been thus, and would always continue to be.
Melisandre tried to make them see that this was something new. Their people had
not yet achieved enlightenment from R’hllor when last this menace arose.
Something had released it from its icy grave. That was as frightening as the
rising of the Wight King himself – the question of how had he been released.
And the answer terrified her.
The seers had foreseen this moment for three centuries. A Falcon that had a
hand for its right talon would die poisoned, while trying to defend a stag
drunk in a river of wine. The Falcon killed by the mockingbird with a poisoned
berry, the Stag gored by a boar while crossing the river of wine.
Finally, all the right persons were in place for fulfillment of the prophecy.
Melisandre had waited for word that Jon Arryn the Falcon had been poisoned by
Petyr Baelish the Mockingbird. She had foreseen in her flames that this man was
cunning, devious and extremely intelligent. He would succeed in his schemes and
in doing so, ignite war.
It was the war that would forge the three young scions of three of the mighty
Houses of that far away land. The war would eventually take the dragon reborn
Stannis Baratheon up north to the wall to confront the Ice King.
It would be Melisandre’s duty to help him become Azor Ahai. She had been
prepared to make her journey.
The seers had been so sure, and so had Melisandre. She was so sure of the
destiny proclaimed in the flames. She could write great novels from her
visions; visions of war, and the forging of great heroes through pain and
suffering.
Then the news came to Asshai that Petyr Baelish had been executed; his
accomplice caught in the attempted act of poisoning her husband. Melisandre had
been shocked and dismayed.
Jon Arryn’s death had been absolutely necessary. It had been guaranteed by the
flames. How could she and all the seers have been so wrong?
Despite this misstep, the seers remained undisturbed. Visions were always
difficult to interpret. This time they had been wrong. “Get over it
Melisandre,” was their sage advice.
She had not argued. What could she say? Her soul had turned to ice. There would
be no forging. Stannis would not move north to be near the Wall. There would be
no Azor Ahai reborn. One event presaged the next and now none of them would
occur.
She was no longer sure, but in her initial readings of the flame besides
Stannis Baratheon, Daenerys Targaryen had been the most crucial to the defeat
of Night. She saw that the girl was to be slowly forged into a great leader.
But as always, the flames were very difficult to read. She would focus on
Stannis, and then see confusing images of a silent albino direwolf and a crow
wielding a bastard sword.
The Targaryen also caused conflicting images. She kept seeing dragons with the
girl. It was clear that Stannis on Dragonstone was the heir to dragons; not
some wisp of a girl who was obviously weak and of no account.
Then, Melisandre saw the girl slowly becoming stronger in her rule. She began
filled with doubt, unsure of herself and that made her seem less than she was.
But she would, over time, grow to be a strong leader. Her strength would slowly
increase as she wound her way back to her homeland.
Melisandre saw in the flames that this woman would amass a large army.
She assumed that in time Stannis Baratheon and this Targaryen would wed and
create a new rule in Westeros after they defeated the Ice King.
Melisandre had also seen a bitch direwolf who would lose its face and forget
itself for a while before putting its face back on. This strange direwolf would
be instrumental in the final garroting of the Ice King.
For some reason in her flames she kept seeing the Dragon and the Direwolf lying
together when it clearly should have been the Stag and the Dragon. Melisandre
mused that after two thousand years, the flames could still be confounding even
to a strong mage such as herself.
With the death of Peytr Baelish, all of that would be lost.
The flames had shown her that only with the war of five kings could all the
pieces be forged and put in the right places of where and when they would be
needed.
The children would not be forged, and the future Azor Ahai would have no reason
to move north. Her flames told her this stern man would reject her out of hand
if she approached him without the goad of war to spur him into action. His
sense of honor and the lack of danger would keep him in Dragonstone.
She was paralyzed with doubt. She finally decided that she would remain in
Asshai and study even more deeply into the flames.
All of her time was thrown into the flames she loved.
She would continue looking into them, and hope for improved divination.
Five years ago
Melisandre stared into the flames in total despair. The forces of darkness were
indeed going to triumph over R’hllor and light. She was lost in her soul. And
of course, her fellow witches and warlocks saw no reason to feel any discord.
Melisandre had used the last year to begin a journey to a much clearer
understanding of the path that R’hllor meant for his pieces on the chessboard
to take. Pieces that she was sure were of great value before now plagued her
with grave doubts. Her vision had become quite clear on one thing, though:
Daenerys Targaryen was both Queen and King. She was the lynchpin of destiny.
It was around her which all things would spin. This last scion of the Dragon
was the force that would rally Westeros to victory with her leading the forces
of light. She now knew that Stannis was not the one who would lead. She had
begun to doubt that he was Azor Ahai, as well. She had let mere geography cloud
her interpretation of the flames.
Daenerys Targaryen was indeed the mother of dragons. When the rumors reached
Asshai that she had hatched three dragons, Melisandre’s world had been rocked
to the core. When she next looked in the flames she had cursed herself a fool.
The flames clearly showed a white haired woman riding a black behemoth of a
dragon. The woman was always at the forefront of battle, leading the forces of
R’hllor to victory.
She would find Azor reborn and a direwolf and lead them into battle with her.
Together they would defeat the Ice Wight King. They would be needed. Her
visions in the flame had become even more dark and dire.
Some lost denizen of the dark night had formed an unholy union with Ice King,
and his power had grown exponentially. He would lead his forces south with
great prosecution and vengeance. His forces were growing mighty indeed.
The only positive from Jon Arryn’s life not being forfeit was that regicide did
not occur in Westeros. The mighty Houses were still intact, and their power
would be brought to bear against the Ice King. Their downfall was that they had
forgotten magic. They would not be able to withstand the magic that the Ice
King would bring to bear against them should war be waged.
That was where she, Melisandre, would step in. She would be limited by their
lack of belief and unwillingness to make the necessary sacrifice to R’hllor,
but she would make do. She would throw herself in the breach and sacrifice her
life to provide the magical assault against their common foe.
She would ensure that Azor Ahai would be reborn, whomever he was, and lead him
to the Wall to meet his destiny along with the Dragon and the Direwolf.
Or at least, that’s what she had planned to do. That was finished now. The war
had been lost before it had even started. Darkness would consume and defeat the
forces of light. First Westeros would fall, and then in time Essos as well. The
forces of night, ice and death would be marching ever eastward until even
Asshai was cast into eternal night and frozen death.
She would almost enjoy the looks on her fellow magi faces as they were cast
down. She would laugh into all of their disbelieving faces as they fell before
the unstoppable Ice King.
The Dragon had fallen.
With her death, all hope was gone. Only her fire, passion and light could
withstand and conquer the forces of darkness. She was not a follower of
R’hllor, but she would do his bidding regardless and defeat his eternal enemy.
The flames had shown her the horrible truth. The girl was the key. She had
survived so many perils to begin her road of self-discovery. Melisandre had
felt her hope rising as the young dragon grew strong mentally and physically,
growing into her destiny as a regal regent.
She would amass a great army and learn the ways of the Game of Thrones to
gather the forces necessary to throw down the Ice King.
No more. It would not be the Wight King that threw down the Dragon, but a
silly, small man that doomed the world. A man filled with false rage and fear
of a small girl. A force he himself had created years before. He himself had
created the girl in so many ways, and now had killed her.
Hope was no more.
The Ice King was assured his victory.
Three years ago
The last two years had been a wilderness for Melisandre. Her life was one long
night of despair and a forlorn sense of helplessness. She had not felt this way
since the passing of Tygreti so many centuries ago. Melisandre’s life was
without meaning or import.
Only her stubborn will kept her going; she would not roll over and die. She
would confront and be quickly killed by the Ice King and his demon baby son, as
she had come call the evil thing the Ice king had formed an unholy alliance
with.
Like the good priestess of R’hllor she still was, Melisandre continued to study
the flames for all the good it would do her. She was sure now that Stannis
Baratheon was not Azor Ahai reborn, but that Jon Snow was in fact that avatar.
She had seen his face from the beginning when she concentrated on Azor’s fate
in the coming war, but discounted it thinking him merely a crow defending the
wall.
But still, it did not matter. Without the Dragon, none of it mattered. Destiny
was only delayed slightly without the great war of the Five Kings to spur
developments on in Westeros.
The Dragon was not slowly moving across Essos, learning how to be a Queen using
guile and will to bend powers to her bidding.
Life was just moving forward at a sedate pace.
It was a false Summer that would bypass Fall. No… this Summer would lead
directly to a bitter, never-ending winter that would consume all of the world
that she knew.
Melisandre did not weep. She had not wept since Tygreti had been murdered
defending her. She never slept, but still sometimes had nightmarish visions of
her death. By R’hllor she missed her wife still, when she was not able to
suppress the memories and pain.
Then out of nowhere Melisandre’s life had been reborn anew. Reports were
flooding out of the Red Wastes of Essos that a white haired woman had emerged
from the desert like lightning. She had conquered the great Khalasar that had
banished her, and become its new Khal.
They proclaimed her as the Mare Who Would Mount the World.
And still, the woman was not satisfied with that. She had quickly flown South
to take Qarth. Melisandre could not help but smile at that news. The Valyrian
had totally destroyed the House of the Undying, crippling the Warlocks ranks.
Even now, she was gathering her forces and forming new alliances. She was
becoming a mighty force already, and had merely begun her destiny.
Melisandre had sat back, stunned by the reports. Jon Arryn’s death would have
formed a totally different woman from the one who had emerged from the red
desert. Where her first visions had Daenerys Targaryen form her following with
guile, wit and diplomacy, this one was a direct, ruthless, efficient warlord.
She did not ask; she demanded and took.
Melisandre gauged the young woman from the reports she heard. She conquered her
enemies with ruthless aplomb. She would ask for their surrender and then
annihilate them if they lacked the wisdom to accede. Like foolish men the world
over, they never took the road of wisdom. They paid the price. Many the
ultimate price.
The red priestess was pleased by what the woman did after her conquests. She
broke the chains of the slaves and was already trying to establish a new world
order without slavery. She was using alliances to quickly set up new patterns
of trade based on economics of commerce and production rather than the cruelty
of human servitude.
This was a woman Melisandre would gladly follow if her destiny allowed such
choices. This was a woman worth following and swearing allegiance to. She had
already accomplished so much. She had conquered the first slave city and freed
all the slaves, unlike all her predecessors who merely sought to establish
themselves as the new slave owners.
She had formed an alliance with the Summer Islanders, who she always admired as
a noble and lofty people.
Melisandre contemplated the way prophecy was changing before her eyes in the
flames. It was as if the fates were weaving a new tapestry from the filaments
of doubts and of confusion.
Azor was already at the Wall defending the realm. She did not have to worry
about getting him there.
The Dragon was becoming mighty on her own after her transformation in the
desert. Melisandre had no idea and would give her left eye to the flames to
know just what exactly could have transformed the sweet, gentle child she had
first seen into this warlord hell bent on her mission of destroying slavery.
This Daenerys Targaryen was successfully annihilating a trade that existed for
five thousand years.
The Red Woman mused on the craftiness of the young woman. She was indeed
crushing the slave trade, but also amassing the army and navy she would need to
conquer her homeland at the same time.
The forces she would amass if she succeeded in her plan of conquering Essos
would be truly staggering. The sheer audacity to even dream of the feat was
jaw-dropping. The woman had the ability to dream greatness, and evidently the
sheer onions to actually accomplish it.
It seemed the flames had found their way around the event of prophecy having
not been fulfilled. All were finding another path except the Direwolf. It was
absolutely clear in the prophecy and in the flames that Melisandre had spent
years looking at that one of the current Stark daughters were to be forged by
the fires of despair and hate into a weapon to be used against the Ice King and
right the ill forces that would gather in Westeros.
One of the daughters was to go to Braavos and enter into the House of Black and
White and come out a trained, dispassionate killer to do the work of R’hollr,
using various agents to achieve his will.
The lack of the warfare had kept the forces of evil from gathering south of the
wall. Those services were no longer needed of the Direwolf. But the ‘weapon’
was primarily being forged to deliver the killing stroke to the Ice King. Will
was as important as steel in killing the vile Ice Lord; its succubus son even
more so required that killing stroke be delivered.
The Direwolf was to deliver the fatal blow. The Direwolf that was to be trained
into hardened Valeryian steel in the House of Black and White. Instead, that
wolf was safe and sound in Winterfell, living a life of peace and comfort. She
was not being forged into the hard-edged weapon she needed to become.
All was in flux, but Melisandre now felt that maybe, just maybe, the fates
could indeed defeat the Ice King. The old path had been sure and the new one
filled with doubts, but it just might be possible.
She had to hope the Direwolf, too, would find absolution.
She was sure that wolf and dragon would form an alliance of some sort. Through
that alliance, Melisandre had to hope the Wolf would be forged into the weapon
she needed to become.
Two years ago
It was time to leave for Westeros. The pieces were slowly moving in place. The
time she had spent looking into the flames over the last five years had made
her visions so much clearer.
She now knew for a surety that Jon Snow, or more accurately Jon Targaryen was
the dragon she had been seeking. To combine a dragon who was heat made flesh
with the spirit of Azor Ahai would indeed make him a great warrior.
Fortunately the flames had also revealed he had a wife or very soon would in
all but name. She would be sacrificed to make Jon Snow—Targaryen - the true
Earthly manifestation of Azor.
She had not been able to see her face clearly, but one could not miss the fiery
red hair. She felt an unease deep in her soul and belly. She thought back two
millennium to her own lost love. She had fiery hair like that. She loved
playing with it after her love had gone to sleep spread all out over her after
exhausting lovemaking. The woman had been nearly a full foot shorter than her,
she remembered.
She had a hard time seeing her face now. She had worked hard to not see her
face in her flames or in her dreams back when she still needed to sleep.
She shook her head. This was about the here and now, and what she had to
accomplish.
The dragon had completely shattered Slaver’s Bay. This made Melisandre smile.
As a shadow-bender she was supposed to be above such mundane matter of affair
of state, but fuck them. She was ecstatic to see the slave trade abolished. She
herself had been a slave once.
Melisandre was sure that the dragon would eventually set her aim on her
homeland. She would support her, if she was still alive.
The woman had just conquered Lys, which had only put up token resistance. The
state was known more for pleasure that than fighting anyways.
The woman had made it very clear to Tyrosh and Myr that they would need to
divest themselves of all slaves and set them up as free persons and help
establish them in trade or find transportation to anywhere they desired with
very adequate support,the scrolls had specified.
Melisandre liked it. It was just vague enough to make the slave owners sweat.
Pentos had already fully expunged all slaves that were not so secretly
hidden.   The Dragon Queen had made it clear she would be most displeased if
she found any slaves. The word ‘Dracarys’ was now used to scare unrepentant
children at night.
The woman had amassed a huge army from her crushed cities and alliances. The
Dothraki were mostly under her sway and had brought the interior of Essos under
her control. She used them to garrison all of the slave cities, except for
Qarth. This freed her other forces for her ever westward march back to her
homeland.
She would in the not-too-distant future finally sail back to Westeros in
victory. That was assured now. Then it was only matter of time before she would
march North.
Melisandre could pray to R’hollr that she marched proactively and met the
threat at the Wall. That would give the forces of light the greatest chance of
victory.
Her only fear was the Direwolf. The woman had not been forged with one beat of
the smith’s hammer in the fires of pain and suffering. Body and spirt had not
been honed.
She was still unsure which woman would go to the Queen. Whichever it was, the
young woman would journey to the Queen and declare her allegiance. But the
flames refused to let Melisandre see which would be chosen.
She hoped it would be the eldest with the red hair. She was tall, and had a
nice figure. She had long given up any physical lust, but she was still partial
to redheads. She could be a powerful warrior with that tall body.
Melisandre could only hope that the Stark girl had it within her to make
herself into the weapon she needed to become. She sensed the dragon Queen would
take the woman under her wing to develop her fighting skills and prowess.
Recently, Melisandre had come to see also that they would also become lovers.
She had to smile softly. She knew her soul was too cold for it now after two
thousand years, but what she would give to fall in love again.
 
***** Fires of R’hllor *****
                                  Chapter 12
                               Fires of R’hllor
                            Less Than Two Years Ago
           Melisandre / Ygritte / Melisandre / Ygritte / Melisandre
Melisandre
Melisandre was happy to be on dry land again. She had enough of riding a ship
in rolling waves. It did not matter how many centuries she had lived, she still
felt her stomach roiling with seasickness.
One would think her magic could fully suppress the sensations, she thought as
she sipped her ginger antidote again. She got off the ship after paying the
captain for passage.
She immediately went in search of transportation to the wall. She had much to
do and little time to do it. The fires had recently made it clear that she had
to make ready for Azor Ahai reborn.
Melisandre still could not believe how she once thought that Stannis Baratheon
had been the new avatar of the hero from the distant past. Since the fates had
been thrown askew, she had seen her visions in the flame become much clearer.
She had even seen visions of her former lover from so many centuries ago.
Strange, that. She could still remember her bright red hair, though not the
details of her face. She still felt her heart clench when she thought of
Tygreti.
Her teacher and lover had been the best diviner of the flames Melisandre ever
met. She had even divined her own death, and saved Melisandre when they came
for her.
She soon had transportation heading to the Wall and Castle Black. She needed be
there in time to save her charge.
She stared out at the woods as she sat on the cart heading to Hornwood. It was
raining, and she let the drops fall down on her uncovered head, soaking her
auburn locks. It ran down her face and throat as she tilted her head up.
She hated her existence sometimes. Actually, more and more as the long years
had rolled on. She was always in service of her god. It was all she ever had,
except for nearly sixty years in her youth. She felt as ancient at moments like
this.
She was to save Ygritte of the Wildlings. She would not die with an arrow in
her heart. She would die with her heart pierced on the sword of Jon Snow when
he became Azor Ahai. Was not the ends worth the means? She shook her head and
put her hood up. God it was hateful. She was to save a life only to sacrifice
it later - all her sins in service to her god.
But she would not shirk from her duty. She never had since Tygreti died. She
never had her lover’s compassion and willingness to take a path not clearly
shown in the flames.
She was tired. So, so tired. She never slept anymore, and did not have the
surcease of dreams and simple rest to give her respite from her duty and the
knowledge of what she must do to fulfill it.
She knew that getting Jon Snow to sacrifice his lover to become Azor Ahai was
going to be difficult. She would push the woman on his blade if she had to.
Only if the Ice King was confronted by Azor reborn along with the Wolf and
Dragon could he be defeated. Else, the Ice King would conquer all of Westeros
and then the rest of the world.
Azor must kill his wife to give his sword the strength it needed. The legends
were clear. The fact that Ygritte would not willingly go on the blade like
Nissa Nissa had though, made her stomach churn.
She had murdered so many times in the name of her god; this would be the last.
After the great war was settled and won she would give herself to the flames
she had so long worshiped. She was tired, and would greet the flames as a
lover. It was appropriate, the flames had always reminded her of Tygreti’s
bright red hair. She would die in agony as she had sent so many to do before
her. But where they died in anguish and anger, she would die happy. She would
finally be with Tygreti again.
But first she must help defeat the Ice King. His hatred knew no limits.
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She rode her horse hard to reach Castle Black in time. The damn rain had
delayed her, making the roads near impassable in places. Up ahead, she saw the
turmoil of conflict. She flew off her horse as she approached the confusion of
combat, cloaking herself in shadows as she strode around the battlefield
unseen. Those who would start to run at her would simply veer off to the side
on their own. She searched for a woman with bright red hair in the flickering
light of the flames around the keep that illuminated that the battlefield.
Had she arrived too late? That was not possible!
Melisandre looked around desperately. There! She was by the wagon looking for a
target to shoot with her bow. Why did humans always insist on killing each
other over such petty things? Their true enemy was the Wight King.
She felt this was the critical moment she needed to prevent. She brought out
her knife and sliced her palm deep, drinking her own blood. She had already
painted her body with the sigils and runes, and she began chanting the mystical
incantations. She had already consumed the necessary herbs and potions.
Melisandre felt her bones melting and twisting into new shapes. Her blood
boiled in her veins. She did not have royal blood to create the beast, only her
own body to offer. Agony filled her being as her face became something horrible
to gaze upon.
Without royal blood, Melisandre had to use her own body as the template to bind
the shadow demon to. Horrific as it was, she found the thought oddly
appropriate. Had she not become a demon herself over the centuries? Did not the
end justify the means?
A horrible scream filled the battlefield, and crow and wildling alike all
paused. A hideous monster of shadow was suddenly upon the combatants, a monster
that had a red star burning in its throat and a face both twisted and hideous.
Its legs and arms were unnaturally long with claws for toes and talons for
fingers. Huge dagger-like teeth jutted up and down from the elongated jaws of
the monster. Its head swiveled, looking for its enemies.
Both sides fell before the monstrous killing shadow. Bodies were torn to shreds
and heads crushed in the pressing palms of the hideous monster, annihilating
all it met. The monster crawled easily up the wall of the tower, lifting
wilding and crows alike, hurling them down to their deaths. It came up on the
rampart of the tower, then rushed forward, its razor teeth and jaws
decapitating the crow about to shoot the red-haired woman in the heart. Once
dealt with, the monster leapt down from the height of thirty feet.
The beast roared again when the woman took an arrow in her thigh. Two wildlings
with long spears attacked the monster shadow. They were met with a deadly
embrace, the monster crushing their bones to a pulp just before its strength
began to fade.
Such magic only lasted a short time.
The monster picked up the red-haired woman, who had passed out from the pain of
the arrow embedded in her leg. Suddenly, an inhuman shriek filled the air and a
spear jutted out from between the shoulders of the black beast. Dark ichor
spilled to the ground and hissed as it bubbled. The monster fell to one knee
before clambering back to its feet, running off at an inhuman speed.
 
Ygritte
Ygritte woke feeling wane and exhausted. Her left leg throbbed painfully, and
her body was full of fire. She barely had any strength. She turned her head and
saw a huge fireplace with a roaring fire keeping the small cottage she was in
warm. She then noticed the chair in front of the fire. In it reclined a tall
woman with long, deep auburn hair. Her head was tilted over the back of the
chair, and she was unconscious and moaning.
She too looked pale and drawn. Her face twisted with her moans, and she spoke
in some language Ygritte did not understand. The woman’s eyes opened suddenly,
unseeing as they stared at her. Her head lifted slightly and she cried out
“Tygreti, Tygreti!” followed by desperate words in her strange tongue followed
by a blood-curdling scream. Then the woman went limp, as tears streamed down
her face.
Ygritte followed her back into unconsciousness.
When Ygritte awoke again, she was feverish and her mouth felt bone dry. Her
sight was blurry, and her entire body ached. She turned her head to look at the
fire but the chair before it was empty.
“Here, drink this,” a deep female voice spoke beside her. Ygritte turned her
head and saw the face of the beautiful woman who’d been dreaming earlier. Her
face was long and angular, framed by that beautiful, deep auburn hair. She had
a strange red ruby on her throat held by a red choker. Despite her beauty, she
looked haggard.
The woman held a glass to Ygritte’s lips, and she drank the water gratefully.
“How long have we been here?” Ygritte asked the woman.
“We have been here almost four days now,” the woman replied while straightening
up. She was tall compared to Ygritte’s five-foot-two inch height. “The arrow
pierced your artery, and you nearly bled out. I barely managed to save your
life.”
“Why did you save me? What happened to that monster I saw? It was horrible.”
Ygritte said with a shudder. The woman placed her hand on Ygritte’s forehead.
“You’re still feverish. Here, eat this this.” The red woman sat down beside
Ygritte’s bed with a bowl in her hand.
Ygritte settled back and ate the broth as it was spooned to her, noticing the
hand on the utensil shook slightly. Her savior was clearly still weak herself.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Ygritte said when the woman dabbed some soup
off of her cheek.
“I saved you because you have an important role to play in the future. You are
a very important woman, Ygritte.”
“Of course I am. I’ve been kissed by the sun!” the Wildling crowed weakly.
“What is your name by the way … I need to thank my savior.” Ygritte’s eyes
narrowed in concern when the woman’s hand suddenly shook violently, spilling
the soup out of the spoon.
“I’m sorry Ygritte … I am not well myself.” The woman grimaced, then filled the
spoon and began feeding Ygritte tenderly again. “My name is Melisandre. I am
from the land of Asshai.”
“Where is that?”
“Far away, clear across the world.”
“Why are you here, then?”
“I told you.”
“I know, I’m special, but there is another reason why you are here. I’m not
that special. And what happened to that monster? ” Ygritte finished the last of
the broth.
“Azor Ahai is about to be reborn. You know him already as Jon Snow. He will
have a wife, which just so happens to be you. You are very important to his
destiny.” Melisandre answered, her eyes skittering away from Ygritte.
Ygritte knew she was not telling her the full truth. She felt like she could
read the woman very well for some reason.
“You’re keeping something from me, woman. I don’t like it.” Ygritte ground out.
Suddenly, she felt tired and weak again. She looked at the bowl suspiciously.
“There was nothing but medicinal herbs in the chicken broth, Ygritte. You are
safe with me.” Ygritte saw the woman grimace as her eyes skittered away again.
“And the monster, Melisandre?” Ygritte asked again. For some reason she knew
the question was important.
“I’m the monster, Ygritte. That was my soul you saw.” The woman turned around
and pulled her robe off one shoulder, revealing her back. Ygritte gasped,
seeing a horrible wound in the middle of her back that was weeping blood and a
thick black ichor. “How did you survive? You should be dead, woman.” Ygritte
said with a small voice.
“It takes a lot to kill a priestess of Azor. I’m over two thousand years old,
Ygritte. Go to sleep. Heal.” Ygritte watched the woman pull the robe back on
carefully.
Ygritte was too tired to argue.
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When Ygritte awoke again she felt much better. Her fever was gone, and so too
the weakness. She got up slowly and walked over to the chair with the sleeping
woman in it.
Her face was not as haggard now, and she was indeed a beautiful woman. She
pushed the red hair out of her face. Her face seemed familiar for some reason,
and she felt attracted to the strange woman who had saved her.
Melisandre awoke suddenly and sprang out of the chair. “Don’t touch me!” she
gasped, backing away from the wildling.
“I’ll touch whomever I want, woman … if I want to touch you I will.” Ygritte
said, looking the taller woman in the eyes as she backed away.
Although she wasn’t sure why, she felt a strong sexual attraction to the
priestess. She had slept with a few young lasses before, when no man had caught
her eye. The sex had been awesome, but she had never felt the pull she felt
with this woman. She had only felt the pull with men. That pull had been a
complete vortex with Jon Snow. She felt the ghost of that feeling with this
strange woman.
Melisandre fixed a large meal for Ygritte, and she fell on the food at the
table like a famished wolf. She had nearly eaten her fill when she finally
noticed she had not seen the red woman take a single bite, and told her to join
her.
“I don’t eat, Ygritte. I long ago stopped eating. I have no need.”
“Canyou eat?”
“Yes.”
“Then join me anyways. The food is good!” Ygritte watched the woman slowly sit
down at the table and nibble on a chunk of bread without enthusiasm. The woman
sat as if she was constipated.
“Relax, Melisandre.” Ygritte told the woman. The woman remained ramrod
straight. “Take that stick out of your ass and relax I said, woman!” Ygritte
told the stubborn priestess.
She watched Melisandre’s face curl into a near-sneer. “You have the couth of a
backroom Lysene whore, Ygritte.” She said with disdain.
“Yeah, whatever. Nothing wrong with whores. When was the last time you got laid
anyways?” she shot back.
She sucked in a breath when the tall woman shot up off the bench and stalked
off to the fire hearth, looking intently into it.
Ygritte quickly finished her meal. Although the red woman was insufferable, she
did feel some guilt. Some. She got up and joined the woman by the hearth.
“I want to thank you again for saving me with that monster of yours.” Ygritte
told the stiff woman.
“I did what I had to do. You are the wife of Azor Ahai. And I am the monster.”
“I prefer the name Jon Snow if you don’t mind. And you are not a monster, so
stop saying that.”
“How many people have you killed, Ygritte?” the tall woman asked.
“Huummmm … five—no seven.”
“I’ve killed three hundred and forty-two persons directly, and I have
influenced the deaths of countless thousands. I am a monster, Ygritte.”
“No you’re not, fool woman. You did what you felt was necessary, right? What
needed to be done. Right?” Ygritte asked the woman, who suddenly looked away
again.
“And why do you keep looking away from me like you stole my new born babe? What
are you not telling me, woman?!”
“You will be the bride of Azor Ahai.”
“Jon Snow!” Ygritte growled.
“As you like. It is my duty to have you fulfill your duty.”
Ygritte watched the woman turn her head in guilt again.
“What aren’t you telling me, wench?!”
The once-again haggard looking woman moved closer to the fire hearth and warmed
her hands.
“You owe me!” Ygritte told the woman as she drew up beside her, invading the
woman’s personal space while trying to pierce her control.
Melisandre looked down at Ygritte. “I owe you nothing. I don’t care if you are
kissed by the sun.” the woman spoke with a haughty tone.
“You saved me. I owe you for that, and I also deserve honesty from you
Melisandre. You are holding something back from me and I want to know what!”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re an ungrateful bitch? An ungrateful wretch
with an acid tongue!” Melisandre spat down at the small fiery sprite.
Ygritte scowled and stomped over to the other side of the cottage, looking out
of the small two, muttering under her breath.
Melisandre looked deep into the flames as Ygritte fumed. “What did you say?”
the six-foot four inch tall woman asked suddenly, turning around with red eyes
widened. “Tell me, what did you say just now, Ygritte?!”
The small wildling turned around, her blue-grey eyes full of fire. “You know
nothing Melisandre!” She yelled at the tall woman from Asshai.
The priestess crumpled straight down as if hit by another spear in a dead
faint.
 
Melisandre
She was dreaming. She hadto be dreaming. She was back on the auctioning block,
her back bloody and her face bruised while blood wept from her vagina and anus.
She had killed them. She had snapped and killed her tormentors, and now she was
to be sold to the Valyrian contingent to work the mines beneath Valyria and
most likely die there.
She did not know why they did not outright kill her, probably because they had
been a prominent family known for their refinement and haughty status among the
warlocks and witches. None seemed to know of their sadistic sexual taste for
young girls. She was the orphan of warlock nobility and should have been taken
in and cared for - not tortured.
She was just another teen. Beautiful to be sure, but women like her were chewed
up and spit out by this society. She had been alone since she could remember,
her life going from bad to worse. At this point she welcomed her delivery to
the death mines. The torment that was her life would finally end.
“Lot eight … Sold!”
A small woman with red hair came up to her. “Come with me, lass,” The woman
commanded softly.
“You’re not a Valyrian” Melony said to the woman.
“Uuoooo … you’re an observant one, aren’t you?” The woman responded with a
chuckle. “Melony is dead, now. Pick a new name you want to be known by.”
“What?” Melony asked, confused. Why would she need another name?
“I need an apprentice. You are to be my pupil. I need a student to pass my
knowledge on to.” She sighed. “Also, I am lonely and would like a person to
talk to now and then. I follow a unique path. Though all shadow binders tend to
work alone, I shun even my fellow brothers and sisters. They have blinded
themselves.”
“What if I do not want to become your apprentice?” Melony asked with the same
fire that had gotten her placed on the slave block.
The not-so-pretty red head looked at her. “Then I will put you on a ship to the
Rhoyne city of Ny Sar. There you can seek you destiny free of your sad past. I
have several acquaintances that will take you in until you can find your
destiny.”
Melony could found find no guile in the short woman and opted to become her
apprentice. Her name became Melisandre.
The woman was good to her, and quickly healed her body and unlocked her mind.
Melisandre found she was a quick study and loved to read. Tygreti had taught
her to read as soon as she entered her dark house on the river Ash. Melisandre
had been awed at the worlds reading opened up for her. As her body grew strong,
her mind became a sharp diviner of the flames and she learned spells easily.
For twenty years she studied with her mentor. Melisandre had found in Tygreti a
woman who was both teacher and a mother figure. She both guided and nurtured
Melisandre. In time, the youth came to hunger for much more but the woman
seemed chaste and asexual. She appeared to miss all of Melisandre’s
increasingly emboldened overtures.
The woman had constantly teased her as she progressed with her studies with the
admonishment “You know nothing, Melisandre,” as she played with her student’s
hair innocently. The woman never made sexual overtures, much to Melisandre’s
frustration.
When Melisandre first met Tygreti, she had only noticed her flaws. This was
because of her own great beauty, which Tygreti did not share. Melisandre
remembered her first impressions of her teacher: Tygreti was short, skinny but
well-muscled, with a round face, small hands, a pug nose, crooked white teeth,
and blue-grey eyes that were too far apart. This was topped with a mane of
fiery red hair. She had thought the woman to be less than pretty. No longer;
she had become the most beautiful woman that had ever walked the Earth.
Finally, the day came when Tygreti told her she had nothing else to teach the
young woman. “You are my equal and more Melisandre, I can teach you nothing
more.”
“There is much more you can teach me, Tygreti,” Melisandre told her mentor in a
husky voice. She dropped her dress and presented her naked body to her teacher,
smiling as she saw the wanton lust and now unhidden love radiating out of
Tygreti’s eyes. She took the shy, stuttering woman to her bed and now the
student was the teacher.
She had rocked her teacher with her skills from a former life. That night after
she had exhausted Tygreti and the woman was snoring gently on her full bosom,
Melisandre kissed her temple, slowly running her fingers through Tygreti’s
fiery red locks.
The next morning she woke her lover with feathery kisses all over her
beautiful, imperfect face. “Who is the master now Tygreti …? I couldn’t
understand you through the screaming last night.” Melisandre teased.
The smaller, sleepy woman yawned and looked at her with a devilish grin “Hummm,
I think you know nothing Melisandre. I think you need to show me again what you
think you know.” Her now-wife husked back.
She had spent the morning showing her again.
For forty years they had been so happy doing the will of R’hllor together. They
strove to help man, and fight the growing forces of evil.
Then the family came upon them on the night of the dark of the moon, when they
were at their weakest. After so many years, they had tracked down Melony.
Tygreti had sacrificed herself to send Melisandre away in a strong spell of
binding and transportation.
Tygreti had decimated the great house before they took her down.
In time, Melisandre tracked down and butchered the few survivors of the house
that remained. The house had long ago ceased to exist, and she had been slowly
dying inside ever since. She still did the will of R’hllor, but her vision had
become as dark as the other spellbinders she detested.
Melisandre slowly wakened again.
Her eyes opened to the sight of her late wife. “Oh Tygreti, I love you so much,
my beautiful wife.” she husked, caressing a warm cheek.
“Will you stop calling me Tygreti—my name is Ygritte. Plus, I can’t understand
a word you’re saying woman. Gods, you are finally awake. You had me scared
there for a little while, woman.” She told Melisandre.
Melisandre dropped her hand, her head turning away with a frown.
“Geez, woman. What a revolting change in manner.” The wildling teased.
Melisandre’s heart folded in on itself. My wife is reborn. She is to be the
wife of Azor Ahai. He cannot have her! … It is I that will make the sacrifice.
Melisandre thought to herself.
“How long was I unconscious?” she asked her wife reborn. Only she was not
Tygreti reborn. She shied away from the woman’s gentle touch.
“Stop that dammit! I don’t have lice or ticks, woman! I keep myself quite clean
I must say!” the woman told her cheekily as she dabbed a wet cloth to the
priestess’ forehead and cheeks.
Melisandre suddenly had a panicked thought. “Did the fire go out? The fire in
the hearth?” she asked Tyr—no, Ygritte.
“Don’t you worry. The fire was kept nice and strong for you. I wondered why you
had all that firewood outside. Now I know.”
Melisandre relaxed and gave the wilding a thoughtful smile. She had arranged to
have the cottage prepared for her well in advance. She had paid handsomely for
the work and had been relieved to find the work done as requested. The people
in the North of Westeros were indeed honorable.
 
Ygritte
Ygritte tried to caress the beautiful woman’s face again, but she shied away
like a whipped dog. Ygritte found it important to try to get the soft smile
back on Melisandre’s face. She found she really liked that smile, and the feel
of her hand caressing her cheek.
She should have felt guilty feeling this way about someone other than Jon Snow,
but, she didn’t. He had missed his chance to have her and only her. He knew
nothing!
She was undeniably attracted to this tall, beautiful woman. She helped her tend
to her precious fire and started to stare into the flames and, at times, she
was sure she saw images in the fire.
When she asked Melisandre about it, the woman would at first look at her and
then ask what visions she had. They were very confusing and came so fast. She
would see a city, all dark and black. She saw a frightened younger version of
Melisandre on a slave block. That was the end of that session.
Over the next several weeks both women gained their full strength back. Ygritte
demanded to see the tall redhead’s back and gasped when she saw no wound or
scar. She was told that being a half-demon had its advantages.
Ygritte had not liked the sound of that and they argued into the night. Ygritte
telling her that she was allwoman. Ygritte learned that the woman cherished her
early years as a priestess with a woman who was obviously her lover. Ygritte
told Melisandra that maybe she was going back to being the woman she once was.
That only made Melisandre scowl. Ygritte hated how the woman would never pass
an opportunity to put own self down.
Despite Melisandre’s taciturn nature and self-deprecation, Ygritte saw her
innate nobility and strong desire to do what was right no matter the cost.
Evidently, the cost was much greater than the woman even realized.
Melisandre now worked to help Ygritte calm her mind to see the flames and their
portents. Ygritte exclaimed when she saw the Crows turning on Jon and then him
being saved by her and Melisandre. Other visions had him dying. Ygritte asked
which were true. The reply from Melisandre that both could be true infuriated
her.
Melisandre told the fiery red head that they must work to make it the former.
She found Melisandre to be an excellent cook who groused she was too thin and
she was happy to fix her roasted chicken and various tasty vegetable dishes.
She always demurely blushed when Ygritte told her how good her cooking was.
Melisandre tried to act like she was not preening, but Ygritte knew she was.
The woman enjoyed pampering her for some reason and she loved it!
They grew closer. Then Ygritte saw a new vision in the flames and felt her body
immediately respond, her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet.
“You’ve been holding out on me, Melisandre,” she quietly told the woman beside
her. Melisandre was in a soft, open state like she often went into looking in
the flames. She was unguarded.
“Hmmmmmmm?” the red woman purred back, turning to look at with Ygritte with
soft eyes that looked almost innocent in that moment.
“The past. You didn’t tell me we were lovers, Melisandre.” The short woman
leaned into the taller woman, gripping her body as she saw Melisandre’s eyes
fill with panic. “I saw us on the night you seduced me and fucked me all night
long and deep into the next day… I want you Melisandre,” the wilding softly
exclaimed surging into the tall woman.
She was suddenly tipped over and fell to the floor when the red woman moved
like a Shadowcat and was gone out the door into the falling snow and howling
winds.
She had enough. It was time to go hunting. She spied all her implements of war
that Melisandre had gathered ahead of time, knowing the woman would need to be
armed when the time came to go and save Jon Snow.
 
Melisandre
She had stopped running several hours ago and was making her way back to the
cabin. She was soaked in her gown as the snow melted on her heated body. Like a
Valyrian, she mused. Maybe she could ride a dragon as well.
Melisandre never got lost. Her visions saw to it that she had an innate sense
of self and her surroundings.
What to do about Ygritte, her reborn lover? She of course was in love with the
woman. As she got to know her it was clear that it was not only her body that
had been reincarnated, but her mind, soul and spirt. She even had Tygreti’s
sass! She had thought it impossible to love after two millennium, but her
aching heart told her it was so.
She was going to kill her! By R’hllor, she hated herself even more. Jon Snow
would need to kill his wife to get his full power. She had seen the flames.
They were to become lovers. She would somehow refuse Ygritte, and prevent her
and Jon from becoming lovers again, and she would plunge her heart on Jon’s
sword. That would be the easy part.
How to keep Ygritte at bay from herself and Jon? Jon was so honor bound she
would figure something out on that front. How she herself would resist Ygritte,
Melisandre did not know - but somehow she would. The woman had allowed herself
to be killed once for Melisandre. NOT AGAIN! her mind screamed.
She still remembered those long years ago the unease she had felt. A violent
storm had been coming, and Tygreti had given her a potion to calm her stomach.
She had kissed her wife’s sweet face in thanks, and then terror gripped her
body as she felt it becoming paralyzed. Tygreti had assured her she had it all
figured out. She would save them from the House that sought revenge for her
earlier killing of their most powerful warlock and priestess.
It was to be a time of reckoning.
Melisandre had watched horror-struck as the woman she loved cut her palm and
created a demon shadow from her own flesh. Suddenly, Melisandre felt her body
transported away, far away as her mind screamed no!over and over.
She later discovered that Tygreti had decimated the attackers. She had killed
almost the entire House and their hired thugs. Melisandre finished the job a
week later, and the House no longer existed.
And neither did Melisandre, really.
She became an empty husk, almost mindlessly doing the duty of R’hllor. Now she
feared to gaze upon the toll her service to her god had cost her. God,
Melisandre was so tired. The sky had slowly turned from black to purple to
finally a dull grey as she walked through the large copse of trees that hid her
cottage. Only a mile to go to again confront her reborn lover. What to do?
She just had to last long enough to transform Jon Snow into Azor Ahai reborn.
Suddenly she sensed Ygritte’s presence. Why was that fool woman outside getting
wet?
“Ygritte! Get yourself back in that cottage before you catch a cold. I did not
save you from an arrow only to die from pneumonia!” She called out to the
hidden woman in an exasperated voice. She looked around, turning in a circle.
“Damn you woman! Show yourself!”
Suddenly, a net flung down from the boughs above her entangling her limbs and
causing her to fall to the leaf-covered forest floor. She heard a whooping cry
of victory. Melisandre looked around in rising fear. Had the fires led her
astray?!
Melisandre’s eye’s widened when Ygritte dropped to the ground in front of her.
She was slowly forming an incantation to shred the net and give the woman a
piece of her mind. Ygritte made a tut-tut noise and bent down.
Ygritte had her right hand balled up, and then opened it right in front of
Melisandre’s eyes, blowing a small lump of powder into the startled woman’s
face. Melisandre took an involuntary breath.
Noooooo! The tall, statuesque woman screamed in her head as a deep lassitude
settled on her. Fear from two thousand years came crashing down on the woman as
her sluggish limbs jerked helplessly. She was frantic as the powder dulled her
senses and limbs. It felt too much like the potion that Tygreti gave Melisandre
before her death.
 
Ygritte
Ygritte was proud of herself. She had taken out her former lover rather easily.
Using knowledge gleaned from the flames and her innate wildling skills she had
captured her wife as per wildling tradition. The effects of the powder would
quickly dissipate once she gave her the antidote. Melisandre would be so pissed
when she saw that she had raided her supposedly secret stash of goodies.
The wildling took out the leather thongs she had brought with her and got
Melisandre’s legs together, lashing them together at the ankles. She then
reached in the net and got the groggy woman’s hands together and got wrist on
wrist. Then she put her other thong in her hands and tied Melisandre’s wrists
together.
She heard Melisandre grunting, trying to form words. “Mmpff ummm. Wh-hh-aa-
t unggg duuffing?” she asked with a thick tongue.
“Melisandre—you know nothing. I’m staking my claim by right of the Hunt. I’m
tired of waiting … you’re frustrating the living hells out of me, woman! I
claim you as mine! You belong to me, Melisandre!” The wilding bent down and
shook her finger in front of the priestess. “I’m going to give you the antidote
… but no magic! You agree?” the wildling asked her captive.
The two women stared at each other. “Uummfff mmphhfff uurrrgggghhh!” the tall
woman in the net growled, jerking her entangled limbs. Melisandre glared at
Ygritte who idled the time inspecting her nails nonchalantly. “MMPPFFFFF!”
Melisandre spat out and Ygritte looked at her with a bored expression. She
watched the beauty shake her head up and down ‘yes’. She could trust that; the
woman was honorable.
Ygritte put her hand in her cloak and pulled out another pinch of powder and
blew it in her love’s face.
She chuckled at the side of affect of the antidote. “Achooo!” Melisandre
sneezed. “Achoo. Acchoo! You fucking A-Choo! A-choo! Bitch!—Achoo! Achoo!”
Melisandre started to struggle wildly, her body thrashing and her legs kicking
as best she could with her ankles lashed together. her hands tried to grip the
net but couldn’t. The bound hands were incapable of forming the patterns for
incantation.
“Achoo! Achoo! Let me go!—Achoo! … ha-ha-Achoo Achoo! BITTCCHHH—AACCHOO!”
Ygritte hummed as she rolled the tall woman onto her side and then bent down,
getting her arm underneath the woman’s shoulders and pulling her into a sitting
position.
“Achoo! Acchoo! Aacchooo! Bitch! Achoo! Achoo!”
Melisandre continued wiggling violently but could not get the net untangled as
the sneezing suddenly stopped and she began to curse the woman in the common
tongue and in her own native tongue that Ygritte still did not understand but
for a few words. She just chuckled at the vitriol.
 
Melisandre
“Let me go this instant you fucking cunt! I command it!” Melisandre roared.
“Ppphhhfffttttt! … Hahaha, you know nothing, Melisandre!” the Wilding chuckled.
Melisandre no longer found the pet phrase of her Ygritte / Tygreti so
endearing. “I swear by R’hllor when I get out of this I’ll I’ll …”
“You’ll fuck me?” the Wilding looked Melisandre hard in the eyes.
Melisandre felt her face flush with anger and something else as her pussy
spasmed hard. Oh R’hllor nooooo! The woman from Asshai thought desperately.
She was stunned at her body betraying her with love and lust she could never
allow to bloom. Her pussy was so wet. She watched dumbly as the wildling cut
the net away. Melisandre was wondering what she was to do. She looked up at
Ygritte and felt her heart pound in her chest. Each beat said “I love her . . .
I love her with all my heart . . .”
Suddenly she was lifted up and her world turned upside down as the wildling
grunted hard, throwing the six foot two inch woman over her shoulder.
“Oh Melisandre … I thought the spirit of R’hllor was supposed to burn bright in
you? Supposed to be turning your body to spirit? You weigh a fucking ton!”
The ignobility of the situation reignited her anger.   “Hey!” Melisandre
groused. That was hitting below the skirt! “Let me down you fucking midget! You
sawed off runt!”
“Tsk tsk Melisandre … you’re starting to piss me off … you’re just going to
make me fuck you harder when we get back to our bed.”
Melisandre was starting to get dizzy with the blood rush. “Put me down now! I
Melisandre of Asshai command it!” she screamed in an undignified tizzy, her
head spinning as it thumped the tight rump of her captor. “I am a mighty
priestess damnit! I am going to.. to … I don’t know what, but it won’t be
pretty Ygritte!”
“Yeah I can tell O mighty priestess” the wildling threw back over her shoulder.
“AArrrrgggggggg!” Melisandre roared, her ankles kicking in the air in front of
Ygritte.
“Promises, promises Red” the wildling chortled followed by grunts. “Gods damned
you weigh a lot, bitch!” The wildling took her right hand lifting up and
smacked the big voluptuous ass cheek clenching on her right shoulder.
“Aaaaiiiiii! . . . Fuck you, bitch!” Melisandre screeched back down—no up, at
the woman. Melisandre’s face now thumped right into the wildling’s ass. Gods,
this was so humiliating.
For the next five minutes the wildling chortled as the Ashai woman cursed her
over and over and threatened unspecified punishment. Ygritte laughed at the
bound woman.
“I hope you do! I like it rough! That will make our sex so much hotter, my
sexy, trussed up priestess of R’hllor!”
Suddenly, Ygritte stopped stomping forward. They were back in the cabin.
Ygritte kicked the door open and then kicked it shut with a loud bang. Ygritte
stomped through the large communal area of the cabin. Into the bedroom they
went. Melisandre found herself unceremoniously dumped on the bed with a hard
thump.
As she tried to get her bearings, the wildling was on her pressing her down
controlling her thrashing.
Finally, the priestess thought, getting ready to fight the woman. That stance
changed when suddenly her body was flipped to her stomach. She felt her dress
hooks and clasps rip to shreds, and then cool metal on her bare back as the
fabric of her dress tore. The dress was ripped wide apart, and fell in two
pieces off of her body.
Melisandre gasped as she was flipped over, her eyes nearly bulging out of their
sockets. How the fuck did Ygritte manage to get half naked? Her breasts were
exposed, and her leggings loose. Melisandre was lost, staring at Tygritte’s
beautiful small breasts.
She pulled the wilding down onto her body and they kissed heatedly, their
groans swallowed by hot hungry mouths. They wrapped their tongues around each
other as arms pulled bodies tight and legs hooked.
Melisandre was drunk on passion. She gasped at how quickly Ygritte had their
bodies entirely disrobed and their mouths again locked tight. Melisandre cried
out into her wife’s mouth, feeling her first two fingers slip deep into her wet
cunt as hers found Ygritte’s sloppy wet pussy and slipped first two, and then
three fingers into her new wife’s cunt stretching it out. They fucked hard and
deep until their mouths swallowed screams of searing ecstasy.
They fucked all the day and deep into the night, only breaking to drink fluids
and eat some plums and cherries. They were starved for each other.
Her woman and she had finished fucking in the classic groin to groin trib as
they gripped each other’s legs and swept their drooling quims hard into each
other. They had both cum twice in this position the last one simultaneously.  
Their screams filled the cottage for so long. It had been heaven feeling her
cunt explode on her wife’s cunt as Ygritte’s pussy gushed hot cum all over
their groins along with hers.
Ygritte (it was still strange but nice to call Tygrite this) but she was coming
to love her new name. Ygritte had broken their intimate pussy kiss and slowly
crawled up Melisandre’s body and collapsed on her like she had always done
those long centuries ago.
Her wife’s cheek on her chest her head tucked underneath her chin and her small
body sprawled all over her six foot two inch frame. Her sweaty body so
perfectly fit on her body. Ygritte’s weight was flattening her tits all over
her wife’s small breast and chest. Ygritte’s plump wet pussy on her stomach and
her legs sprawled out between Melisandre’s legs.
Melisandre loved how Ygritte gripped her breast possessively in her right hand.
Melisandre had hooked her ankles over the back of her wife’s lower legs. They
were intimately linked like how they had so often been when they went to sleep
so long again.
Melisandre was sleepy for the first time in centuries. She smiled hearing soft
snoring like she always had when they fucked hard and long. Melisandre had
finally exhausted her insatiable little slut. She played some more with her
wife’s hair. She loved the fiery color, the length of the hair and the soft
feel of the slightly kinky strands.
Melisandre was drowsy and satiated for now. She savored the taste of Ygritte in
her mouth. She continued to play with Ygritte’s long fiery red locks like she
had over two thousand years ago.
Full circle, she thought contentedly. Once long ago, Tygreti sacrificed her
life for Melisandre. Now she would give her life for Ygritte. She had seen in
the flames that she would fall in love with Jon Snow. He was almost like a
woman in so many ways with his selfless manner and loving, gentle ways.
Both Ygritte and Melisandre would be his wives. Only it would not be Ygritte
that would have her heart pierced by the sword of Azor, it would be her own
heart that was pierced by the blade of Azor. This time she would be the one to
make the sacrifice.
She had lived long enough.
 
***** Bread and Circus *****
                                  Chapter 13
                               Bread and Circus
 Tyrion / Eddard / Sansa / Eddard / Sansa / Arya / Daenerys / Varys / Eddard /
                                   Daenerys
 
Tyrion
Tyrion was running late. He had been putting together the numbers that he and
Master of Coin Vedad Softic had come up with for the cost of any potential
campaign against the North.
Tyrion knew that his Queen would be most unhappy with them.
He and Vedad were still working on the “books”, sifting through the errors and
outright fraud. How had Robert allowed such incompetence and usury to occur?
The man seemed to not care for anything other than his gut and his cock.
Daenerys’ father may have been mad but at least he had been frugal with the
realm’s finances.
The Queen was anxious to get the debt under control and start drawing it down.
Now the potential existed that the debt would have to be added to.
Only the people on the other side of the door he stood before truly knew how
much wealth the Queen had amassed in her conquest of Essos. The “blood money”
she had taken from the former slave lords had been staggering. On top of that
wealth the Queen was busy removing the looted plunder at Vaes Dothrak.
The queen returned what she could, but much of it had no home any longer. That
she was taking and bringing to ports to ship to the Summer Islands. There it
was being smelted down or stored in vast crates separated by the type of jewel
or artifact it was.
The Queen was fabulously rich, and planned on spending it all on her subjects.
She wanted none for herself.
He was about to knock on the door when it was opened. Daenerys stood in the
doorway, smiling down at him.
He smiled and nodded, entering the room. He always noticed the beautiful
Dothraki garb the Queen wore. He loved the bright blues, oranges and yellows
that traditional Dothraki garb favored. The Queen followed him in. He saw that
Strong Belwas was already in “his” chair by the fireplace, eating a leg of goat
and drinking fermented goat’s milk.
Shadowclaw was chomping on a big fat locust happily, with the wings of several
already eaten locusts on the carpet by her paws.
The others of the Klutch of Confidantes were at their meeting table. Tyrion
went to the chair that had extra fabric in the cushion to help keep his legs
from spasming and locking up. He seated himself and waited for the Queen to
proceed.
The Queen listed out all of the provocative behavior that Eddard Stark had
suddenly began displaying. All had been well then ten days ago, then he had
seemingly out of nowhere and for no reason started to act in strange and
borderline seditious manner.
The Queen asked them for conclusions. She looked at them each in turn. None
could explain his actions. Varys had no sparrows in the north. Their nests had
been cleaned out it seemed.
Why would this “honorable man” do this, the Queen asked, staring hard at
Tyrion. He squirmed in his chair. He knew the Queen remembered their words and
how Tyrion had vouched for the man. The words were definitely coming back to
bite him in the ass.
He gave the report she had requested on a rough estimate on the cost of
mobilizing the forces of Westeros. The Queen had blanched at the numbers.
Robert had bankrupted the Iron Throne and the Queen was loathe to add to it.
She and Tyrion had discussed the Iron Bank and the tactics they may use ad
nauseam. The Queen did not want the Iron Throne to get an unwanted leverage on
Westeros with them suddenly calling in their debt.
They had discovered enough discrepancies and irregularities to go back at the
Iron Throne. Their numbers would definitely be reduced. It was frustrating for
them both to have to take away their focus on the problem of finance and
organizing to begin the Queen’s ambitious plans to implement her plans for
urban renewal championed by Myrcella and Arianne.
The Queen wanted peace in her ancestral homeland to begin more aggressively
rebuilding Slaver’s Bay. She wanted to make sure the Free Cities were firmly in
her camp when it came to her policies of no slavery.
She wanted to put governance in place where she had destroyed the old order
before the criminal underworld could get a foothold and flourish. Why root out
the weeds if you could keep them from taking root?
Daenerys also wanted to bring the rest of the Khalasars under her rule.
The Queen had many things on her plate and Eddard Stark was throwing everything
in disarray.
Nothing made any sense. He was definitely mobilizing but he was not moving
South. In fact, he didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Forces were in places that
made no sense and ships were appearing in ports that were blockaded. Useless.
Why?!
Barristan and he were sure the forces were pivoting subtly to the North. But
why? Eddard had his realm fully under his sway. His Lords would gladly die for
the man.
Tyrion did not say anything, but he knew one reason why this man would go
North. The Wall. He was of the North and the Northmen liked to say they never
forget.
Twice he had stood on the Wall. The first time he had stood on it on a bright
sunny day, looking out over the vast primordial forest. He had looked at the
crows walking up and down the wall and thought it was a waste.
The second time he had been on the Wall was during a snowstorm with the clouds
scudding by, low and dark. The sky seemed full of menace. Jon Snow had been
with him in the night. Tyrion again looked out over the forest shrouded in dark
and mystery.
Then, the forest seemed foreboding and evil. The wind seemed to have the scent
of something that hated him. Something that hated all men. He had shivered and
looked up at Jon. Jon smiled sadly at him. The boy felt it too, and understood.
He knew that Tyrion would discount what he felt in his bones when he was before
his hearth, warm and safe. He would feel this was all about a man remembering
old wives tales.
Jon Snow had been right.
Now he wondered.
Eddard
He had started his Game of Thrones. He smiled softly. He wanted no part of the
throne, but he must get its attention in just the right way to bring it North.
He had closed the King’s Road at the southernmost limit of the North. He had
set up barricades but not put any guards at the newly installed gates. He had
raised the banner of the Direwolf in declaration of nothing. The action would
be confusing, and that was what he needed.
He had sent ravens to his two most trusted allies and they had already agreed
to meet. They were giving him their full support, despite not being entirely
sure of his plans. Eddard was full of pride - they were following House Stark
because of the honor in his House’s name.
He only hoped that he was making the right decision. Jon had convinced him of
the necessity of his actions, but was he letting his love for his son blind
him? He couldn’t be. All in the North knew the importance of the Wall and why
it had truly been erected. The wildlings were an afterthought.
He had called his banners with specific instructions to set to their tasks as
quietly as possible. The Lords were not to explain to their subjects the true
reasons for their mobilization, only to say that a great danger was present and
would soon need to be confronted. They were to crush any talk against the Queen
or King’s Landing. He wanted no thoughts of sedition to take root and spread
among his people.
His people would see his actions and assume the Queen was the danger when it
was their traditional enemy that maybe even they no longer truly believed in.
All people saw today was the danger of the Wildlings. He knew of a more
implacable enemy from the ancient past.
He was willing to sacrifice his life and his very people to save the South if
needed. He had no plan or desire to go to war with the new Queen. If he was
right and he lived, their houses would be linked by marriage. He had to smile
again. Arya was still always pulling his sleeve asking him to tell her all of
the details of the time he had been confronted by the Targaryen on her black
dragon. Every time he told her, Arya still hung on every word.
He grimaced as he remembered the ravens coming in from King’s Landing demanding
to know what he was doing. The scrolls were always polite, but he could easily
see the unease and anger in the Targaryen’s personally written hand. She was a
definitely hands-on ruler. Each scroll which came in daily now were more
agitated. Good. He had the Queen’s attention.
In his responses back to the Queen he had assured her that he was a loyal
subject and no, he was not calling his banners and no, he would not come to her
court. He was very busy.
He knew the Queen would be very upset at his refusal. He was praying to the old
gods that he had read her right. Her restraint should prevent her from flying
to the North and burning it. Dragons could be killed, if one was very, very
lucky. Daenerys would make sure no one had such luck.
The Lords of the North were flowing into Winterfell where he would give them
full details of his plans and, more importantly, why he was calling them to
arms. In the North, no one ever forgot the Wall and its absolute importance.
All knew of the human threat. He would have to remind them of the true threat.
It was breed into his Lords. They would easily accept the truth of the Ice
King’s return.
He was calling in pledges for food and the supplies necessary for war. The
supplies were being taken to staging areas that were North rather than South.
The Lords were to train and get their men and some women into fighting shape as
quickly as possible.
They had to let the farmers finish the last of the harvests. Each vassal would
set aside what they needed to survive the winter. The excess crops would be
need to stored and then sent forward to support the armies that now were
starting to form. Eddard had made it clear to his vassals to put food aside for
the coming Winter. It was going to be dark and long. Eddard Stark would not
starve his people to fight this war. Eddard senses that both sides in this were
gathering for a quick and decisive that would decide the fate of Westeros and
maybe the world.
Eddard was determined to win this war but even in victory Eddard felt in his
bones that the Ice King had set in motion forces that would take long to
dissipate even if he was defeated.
He had the holds and fasts of the North preparing to accept the forces that
would soon be falling upon them. He was making sure they understood that they
had to prepare for numbers much greater than the forces that the North could
field.
If his plan was successful, all of Westeros and much of Essos would be
streaming North. These forces would form up against the Wall. The Queen had
brought huge stores of food and materials with her from across the sea. His
informants told him that ships were still loaded to the brim with these stores.
The Queen was wise to hold her forces together until she was absolutely sure of
her rule.
Eddard had totally upset the Queen’s plans, he knew. He knew she wanted to
start trying to correct the systemic problems had been left to fester. She had
made it clear in ravens she wanted to begin to rebuild Slavers Bay in earnest.
To make it into a more just and equable governance.
Eddard had sent out ravens across Westeros giving his full support to the Queen
and he would actively fight and crush any who dared rise in opposition to her,
yet he was still calling his Lords to arms and not answering the Queen’s
questioning scrolls. He had thrown up border gates and yet he had left his
border totally unprotected. He had only a token force at Moat Cailin, and the
Reeds had pulled all their forces deep into the marshes to hide away and
prepare to send what they could North.
His land was open for invasion from the South. Even as he called his armies
together he had left himself undefended. Soon his allies would do the same. The
Queen would be able to freely move north and easily defeat her undefended
enemies. She could crush them if she so desired. His reading of the woman was
that she would avoid outright war at all costs. He was banking on his insights
into the woman. As her power had increased she had shown more and more
restraint. She gave herself other options and took them. Her last victories
were more from intimidation than force. Once the goad of cruel slavery had been
crushed she meliorated her behavior. She became less savage in her campaigns.  
His only immediate concern was the informant in his own close ranks. He was
sure the informant would send out a raven tonight, and he would be there to
catch them in the very act.
 
Sansa
Sansa was so excited. She was alive during the greatest events of her age. Not
only that, she was actively involved in shaping the events of the forces
gathering to meet the great foe coming south to fight them.
The feeling was heady. She could understand why men were so intoxicated by
power and the rush of war. She was excited to be pitting her mettle against her
foes. She remembered again that all that they did was in defense of the realm.
House Stark would always be loyal and supportive of the throne. They had long
ago bent the knee.
Sansa only hoped the Queen would remember that.
Her father had from the beginning been relying on her. In the first war
meetings Eddard was explaining his plans on logistics and how he intended to
make his stores available to the approaching armies. Her father detailed how he
planned to move his forces in stages up North. It had been clear that many of
the Lords were confused by this arrangement.
To her father it was quite obvious what he was trying to be accomplished and
was confused as to how they not follow what to her father seemed rather
obvious. 
Sansa had spoken up when some of the Lords questioned her father, simplifying
the explanation in a way they could understand. It was basic really but she had
learned how to explain ideas and thoughts in a way that men found soothing and
non-threatening. If you were groomed to be a king’s consort, you had to learn
how to communicate to them.
If the man was like Eddard Stark he would value a tool whether or not it was a
woman. If the man, no boy, was Joffrey then it would be wasted. Eddard did not
waste his tools. He put Sansa in charge of coordinating the logistics of this
complicated campaign.
Sansa was surprised at how quickly this appointment was accepted. She was
accosted by many Lords asking her questions that she answered quickly and
adroitly. The Lords appeared to be appreciative. They were quietly impressed
that Sansa did not seek to surround herself in glory.
She heard more than once they wished Cersei had been like Sansa. That put a
fierce smile on her face. She wondered what had happened to the woman. She had
heard many tales. She had been taken away by Oberyn and not seen since. Had she
been executed? From what she had heard of the Queen, she seriously doubted it.
When the talk of how to deceive the Queen came up Sansa had been able to give
several ideas that her father immediately took to and she saw that many around
the table, especially Robb and even Theon had been impressed.
Her first one had been to disguise ships in the harbors in the North to look
like Galleys, Triremes, or Biremes of the Free cities. They would dress their
own warships or basic shells of cheap wood to look like these warships in sails
and colors of the Free Cities. The spies would see these and report back to the
Iron Throne. It would make the throne question their sworn support of their
naval allies. She would have to divide some of her attention.
It was Theon that was tasked with coming up with the sails and adornments that
each free City like to put on their ships. Suddenly, Theon piped with a very
good idea that impressed Sansa. He suggested that in each harbor one length of
piers be less guarded. Allow the Queens spies to get access to these piers and
the ships anchored there.
He would make sure that the ships there had the major do-overs. The other ships
and false ships could be much less built up. The spies would see the ships that
had been meticulously done and would assume that the rest were mirrors of the
ones they had access too.
Sansa was impressed. Maybe there was hope for the Greyjoy yet.
Her other idea was to make fake camps in locations that were not threatening,
but not in the far North either. They would be off the main tracks. The camps
would only be manned by local men who were to old or too young to fight, and a
few women. The men and women would move around the false war tents and
equipment as if they had purpose. They would gather together in small groups to
do fake drills.
They would under cover of darkness move the fake camps relying on chance that
the Queens dragons would not see or if they did would assume the moves were
legitimate. Lord Rickard had asked what that would accomplish since these camps
were so off the beaten path; who would see them? Sansa smiled when Eddard
slapped his friend on the back laughing. Robb had told the man to look up and
Sansa had seen the confusion on Rickard’s face until her father reminded the
Lord that the Queen had dragons. She would certainly see the camps.
Sansa had another idea to contribute. She suggested they create fake Scorpions.
It had been a bolt from such a device that slew Meraxes and Rhaenys Targaryen
who rode her. Dragons were intelligent, and the Queen was proving to be just as
cunning. Sansa was sure the woman had taught her dragons a healthy fear of such
weapons.
It would be these fake scorpions would keep the dragons flying high and not
able to do close in reconnaissance of the North’s movements and subterfuge.
She became an integral part of her father’s war council. Her father had seen
her intelligence, intensity and cunning. He valued her input, and put her
beside Robb at the war table.
At first she had sensed reticence from some of the Lords, but as the meetings
progressed over the weeks the doubters became believers when they saw her
savvy. She was able to solve problems they had no answers to. Sansa would
deduce and science out the problems with a hypothesis and work towards a
solution using logic and intelligence. Men were too often to rash in their
thinking.
Sansa was proud of her fellow Northmen. They valued victory more than outdated
thinking.
Robb was her greatest supporter. He had been reluctant at first, when his
sister had expressed her desire to be more involved in affairs of their House.
But he had come around, especially when she helped him in his wooing of Alys.
He was preparing to announce their betrothal soon. When Sansa came up with a
good idea, he was first to agree.
Robb had made it clear that he always hoped to have her support and council.
With their trust so firmly established, she had told him her secret. He had
been shocked at first, sputtering and flummoxed. She wondered if she’d made a
mistake until he came to her the next morning, granting his full support. He
loved her, and just asked that she give him more time to fully process it all.
She had, and he did.
Sansa felt his acceptance as a warm feeling within her chest when Robb asked
her to accompany him after the war council meeting. They went to a small
chamber and discussed the coming war. What would they do if the Queen came
North with her war machine in attack mode? They discussed how to best implement
a rear guard action that would slow down the woman with the least amount of
casualties.
Neither of them had a real answer for her dragons. They were truly a game
changer. Sansa told her brother that she feared the Queen would find ways to
use her dragons that no one else could predict to devastating effect. The woman
had already proven her brilliance. Robb had smiled at that, telling his sister
that he agreed. She was even maybe as great as their father was. There was no
greater compliment than that.
They discussed how they both felt the Queen was a dichotomy. The reports from
Essos had been both horrific and strangely gentle at times. She had crushed her
enemies without mercy. She then spent days personally breaking the chains of
the former slaves. She forgave out of turn, but then viciously slew those who
took her gift and threw it away in sedition.
She had spared Westeros, and even the very man that had caused the butchery by
proxy of her brother and his family. There were even whispers that she had been
killed in the desert of Essos by assassins sent by Robert Baratheon, and she
had still spared him.
After victory she fostered out the orphaned children of her enemies. Before
this, Westeros’ history was dark indeed when it came to offspring of the
deposed.
She had shattered armies in the field but immediately called off her forces
when victory was achieved. The woman insisted, no, demanded, that the
populations of conquered cities be granted respect.
She and Robb had heard how she had flown her dragon clear across Slaver’s Bay
into a fallen city on the East Coast of Slavers Bay and killed two Dothraki
commanders of her forces when they had started to rape the locale female
population. From the tales, Daenerys had immediately challenged the leaders in
hand to hand combat, to which they responded by both attacking her in tandem.
Even with their dishonor, Daenerys Targaryen had killed the Dothraki and taken
their bells – no small feat. Robb and Sansa did not underestimate these nomadic
men from the steppes of Essos.
The woman was a strange contradiction. And both agreed that they could see how
the diminutive woman was already becoming a living legend.
The siblings chuckled at how their little sister had built the woman up into
some type of supersized warrior woman. They hoped they could be there to
witness it when their little Arya inevitably found out the truth.
As they laughed, inspiration struck her. She told Robb her idea, and he
seconded it. Together they stepped out and went to their father in the
Godswood, where he was sharpening and polishing Ice.
Sansa told her father of her idea, using House Tully to diffuse the situation
when the Queen did indeed start her march North with her gathered armies.
Eddard smiled up at his two oldest children, working as a team. He seemed to
like her suggestion. He said he would have to confer with Edmure, but was sure
that he would agree. It was another reminder to them both never to order
absolutely unless completely necessary. Better to let their subordinates come
to agree with their decrees if at all possible.
As Sansa walked away, she never saw her father’s eyes on her, an unsettled look
on his face.
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Sansa excitedly finished the letter to her lover and put her seal on it. Sansa
simply had to boast of her many accomplishments. She had come so far since she
first saw her true self-worth. A worth her lover had ignited.
She couldn’t wait to send the missive informing her love about how she had
become vital to her father’s war effort, and how she and Robb were working
together as equals. She wrote out all of the details of their meetings and
their strategies. Even Theon had begun actively supporting her! He had merely
said she would make a good Captain on a Long ship, but from him that was high
praise indeed. Sansa could see the smile on their face.
She was nervous during dinner, anxious for the meal to be finished and the
early night to pass so she could sneak up to the rookery. She felt closer to
her lover when she was actively working to communicate with them. She had
already masturbated to repeated screaming orgasms last night and again this
morning.
She had hurried back to her room after talking to her father in the Godswood
and jilled off again, wailing as cum gushed out her pussy and slavered her
groin and down her legs. She had left her pussy and thighs coated in cum when
she went out to lessons with her septa. The lessons to help Sansa further
improve court etiquette and then they moved to stitching which she adored.
Tatting had become her favorite form of needle work.
It made Sansa feel nasty and oh so sexy sitting their conversing with her Septa
with her pussy and thighs coated with her dried cum. The way it made her feel
sticky in her puss and her thighs peal apart when she moved them breaking the
kiss her inner thighs made of the sticky cum gluing them together. It was her
lover that had helped her to see it was alright to revel in the pleasures of
the flesh. She knew her musk would be trapped against her body by her pleated
dress and her slip underneath it. She busied herself making her wedding shawl,
patterns of yellow roses with a few red roses to show their passionate love and
blue roses that only grew in the north that represented her love for her love.
She worked the green leaves subtly needled into the lacy white fabric.
She picked at her meal and finished early to go back to her room and pace. She
was full of nervous energy. It would be hours before she could sneak up to the
tower to send her message.
Sansa stripped out of her dress and slip.  Sansa smelled her dried pussy juice
and moaned, falling back on her bed. She then spent the better part of an hour
masturbating to memories of sweet lovemaking with her beloved on that very bed.
Her orgasms shocking her soul with ecstasy seeing her lover’s face in orgasm as
Sansa jilled off.
Sansa was in a frenzy striving for one more orgasm. Her fingers slammed deep
into her pussy while she rubbed her clit. She played with her breasts squeezing
them and rolling her rock-hard nipples. Her body flipped and jackknifed
violently over her bed when her orgasm finally struck like lightening. Sansa’s
long form lay sprawled out on her bed, her cunt still leaking cum as strong
aftershocks made her stomach clench and body jerk hard.
She slowly recovered and curled up, falling asleep to contented dreams of her
love.
She awoke from her slumber fuzzy-headed. She quickly pulled on a comfortable
night dress and looked out her door. She sensed the night was into the second
watch. She grabbed her scroll and walked out into the hall.
She kept to the shadows and the dark of the halls, but maintained her regal
bearing in case she ran into anyone. She was the daughter of Eddard Stark, and
walked like it. A royal princess always had the right to walk these halls at
any time.
She had not come across anyone in her circuitous route to the tower. She crept
up the steps, humming softly.
She uncaged the raven for Highgarden, strapping the message on its leg and then
gently hugging the squawking bird before bringing it to the window slit. “Go
find my love!” she cooed to the bird, preparing to launch it through the
window.
“I know what you are doing, Sansa.”
Sansa blanched hearing her father as he came from out of the shadows he had
been hiding in.
Sansa was horrified seeing her father’s stern visage. She and her lover were
doomed. It was over; she would bring such dishonor to both of their houses! Her
father had made his thoughts clear on the matter. She panicked as her hands
holding the raven began to shake violently.
Sqwork Sqwork Sqwork! The raven called out in protest.
In shock, Sansa knew she still had to do whatever she could to protect her
lover. She looked off the ledge to the floor thirty feet below. Feeling there
was no other choice, she started to move forward.
“Sansa, no! I KNOW YOU AND MARGERY ARE LOVERS AND I APPROVE!”
 
Eddard
Eddard’s heart was beating out of his chest. He had never considered his
daughter would do something so foolish as to jump off the landing of the
rookery. He rushed to his daughter, trembling wildly as she looked at him with
wide, shocked eyes.
He enfolded his oldest daughter in his arms as she buried her face in his neck,
whimpering. The raven pressed between the two humans squawked and pecked at
them both.
Laughing, father and daughter parted as the bird squirmed in Sansa’s hands
before her father removed it from her still shaking hands and placed it back in
its cage.
“Sansa, you have shown great intelligence and cunning. Don’t let love blind
you. What if this bird fell into the wrong hands? Especially with the
heightened tension in the South from our calculated provocations. Let me guess,
you boasted to Margery of all you have been accomplishing.”
His daughter’s grimace and downcast eyes told Eddard the truth.
“It will be slower, but as we discussed we need to send a delegation to
Riverrun. I will have them send this message on to Highgarden when they send
out parties to help keep the peace in the South for a little longer.”
“You’re not going to read it?”
“Why should I? I trust Margery if you trust her. It seems she will be my
daughter-in-law someday soon.” Eddard told his dumbstruck daughter.
Sansa gasped, asking him how he’d known.
“You told me that you were so happy that I was straight. That I was not like
Arya.”
Eddard sighed.
“Forgive me that Sansa. I did not see the truth of it but I should have.”
Sansa looked at her father confused.
“Bran’s prophecy started it all.” He told his daughter simply.
“What?”
“Bran and his mumbled prophecy about the Direwolf must lie with the Dragon
opened my eyes to what was really happening around me. Something inside told me
it is more than metaphorical. More than our House supporting the new queen. He
would have used other language I am sure if that was the case. No, he was
talking about a union of two persons from our House and the House of Targaryen.
When I thought about it, it was clear it could only be Arya. As it opened my
eyes to Arya I should at the same time have seen the truth with you. It really
is obvious”
“Why? How? I didn’t ask you your reasoning about Arya because I was so shook up
when I thought you wouldn’t approve of Margaery and me being in love”
“With Arya it was simple, actually. Robb is courting Alys.” He smirked, hearing
Sansa gasp again. “Rickon is definitely too young. Bran may have been old
enough, but the way he spoke the prophecy it was obvious it was not him. It was
not you. That really only left Arya.
“Arya, who always wanted to hear over and over again the stories about dragons
and House Targaryen as she grew up. Arya, who always wanted to know about the
wives of Aegon and not the man himself. She nearly swoons when Daenerys
Targaryen’s name is mentioned. Who else could it be?”
“But how did you know about me?” Sansa asked, calming as Eddard gave Sansa her
scroll back. Sansa took it and held it close to her still hard beating heart.
“I told you that Bran’s prophetic pronouncement lifted the scales off my eyes
with Arya. It allowed me to fully see and more important accept the truth with
Arya. With your sister she wears her true self on her sleeve to use the
metaphor.
“But you my dear eldest daughter are an adept master at the Game of Thrones.
You know too well how to hide your true self if you desire too. Therefore my
eyes saw but my mind did not see the obvious.
“I saw your strange behavior when we spoke of sending Arya South. I was not
sure what was causing it but it did not seem important in the moment. Don’t
take this wrong way Sansa, but women are sometimes very difficult to understand
and before you say anything, yes, I know men are just as difficult to read at
times.
“But it kept rankling me. Why did my eldest daughter almost look stricken when
discussing her younger sister’s homosexuality when she now clearly supports her
sister and her desires?
“I spent much time pondering it and it hit me like an epiphany. What exactly
the words spoken between us were.
“Then I thought back to the visit of Highgarden to Winterfell.
“You changed entirely after the Tyrells visited two years ago. You used to
always talk about the prince of the month you would marry. That stopped
completely after their month visit here. Your mother is convinced it is Loras
you are smitten with, but I know better now.”
“How so?”
“He and Renly Baratheon are having a not-so-secret love affair. The high nobles
keep it quiet, but that is the fact of the matter. I am sure that Olenna will
arrange something.”
“So you know she is the true power of their House?”
“Everyone with eyes does, Sansa. Since it is not Loras of Highgarden, that only
left Margaery. I did not see it until Bran’s prophecy and how it opened my eyes
about Arya. Now when I look at you, the scales finally fell off with you too. I
decided to see what my eyes were actually seeing and not what I expected to
see.
“You only spent time with Margery from almost the first day. You two were
inseparable, and you both were always touching each other and looking at each
other. I wrote it off as two teenage girls being their age. Looking honestly,
it was raw passion that was burning between you. Does anyone else know?”
“Olenna and Margaery’s many cousins. Most of them are in love with each other
and Olenna is busy figuring out how to get them married off to one other. She
hopes that our marriage will give her the cover that she needs.”
“So she is already planning your marriage to her granddaughter?”
“Yes, Father.”
Eddard took a deep breath. “The woman is nothing if not decisive and forward-
thinking. It seems you and Arya are both in love with powerful, cunning, and
beautiful women.”
“And you approve?” Sansa asked again.
Eddard sighed. “Believe it or not, I do support you and Arya. I keep thinking
of Lyanna and Rheagar Targaryen. How history would have been different if they
had been allowed to follow their hearts rather than duty. … And I keep thinking
if history had been just a little different I could have married Cersei
Lannister and not you sweet mother. Then I wonder how Cersei felt having to
marry a man who resented her because she was not your aunt.
“I have done a lot of thinking Sansa. Yes, I fully support your decision to
love Margery. I have to ask though … uh … well …”
“We’re not virgins.”
Eddard sighed again. “Okay. The fires of youth. I just needed to know in case
the more conservative elements cause me problems. I will be ready if they do.”
Eddard staggered back when Sansa threw herself into his strong arms. He
enfolded his daughter and hugged her tight. He was so happy to have such a
strong, vibrant woman as his daughter.
They both spoke at the same time:
“We can’t tell your / my mother!”
And they both laughed, feeling some of the tension ebb away.
Once she’d caught her breath, Sansa asked her father, “truly though, what about
mother?”
“Let me deal with that Sansa … when the time comes.” He said with playful
grimace.
Eddard pulled back from his daughter. He was happy to help his children find
happiness. That was paramount for him. He still worried about Bran, though. He
sensed that his son was now going to travel a path that no one else could
follow. He would support him too, even if his path led down roads that Eddard
would never choose for him.
He would always support his children.
“You can live with the delay in getting the message to Margery? We can’t risk
any information of our plans falling into the wrong hands. You do understand,
right?”
His daughter gave him a soft smile. “Yes I do. Can I send her a raven—I promise
I won’t say anything about events here. It will be strictly personal … we know
how to speak of our love and keep it hidden, father.”
“With your word, yes you can send your love a raven Sansa.” Eddard answered
with a smile. “Have I told you how proud I am of you at our war councils?”
“Yes you have… but tell me again!” Sansa exclaimed, enjoying the banter with
her normally taciturn father.
Suddenly, a raven flew into the rookery, squawking loudly. Eddard went over to
it and pulled off the message. He frowned seeing the three-headed dragon seal
on it.
He broke the seal, and together they read the message written by Daenerys
Targaryen in her own hand.
“What the FUCK are you doing?!” The message was short, concise and to the
point.
Sansa was shocked and Eddard chuckled. Yes indeed. Their plan was working and
the Queen had quite a salty streak. There was something about this woman that
Eddard found appealing. Maybe, he had finally met a person worth giving his
allegiance to. His youngest daughter had certainly given the Queen her
allegiance.
Finally, Eddard thought, someone who could tame the wolf in Arya.
 
Sansa
Sansa left her father feeling so lucky to have Eddard Stark as her father. He
always seemed to want to do the most for his children. She could only wish her
mother was the same. She had never agreed with how her mother had treated Jon.
Sansa had thought it wrong to make him sit at the lower table. She had always
been too afraid of her mother to ever go against her and incur her wrath. Sansa
had fretted with how spiteful her mother was toward Jon as he grew up but she
never once came to his side. It shamed her greatly to think on it now.
What shamed her more and more was how only Arya had openly defied their mother
and embraced Jon as a full brother rather than a bastard. Even her brothers had
been reluctant to defy their mother. Sansa felt sad knowing she would never
have the opportunity to make amends now. Jon was beyond them, on the Wall
serving and protecting the realm. She had been so proud when she learned he had
became the Lord Commander.
It had been a shock when word came of his attempted assassination. Word of the
heinous attempt only reached Winterfell after the fact had been long done. The
traitorous bastards had kept secret their treachery. Only when Jon had come
back to Castle Black and took back his command did he contact his father.
He had seemingly been killed the rumors said, (or was it he just disappeared?)
but he came back a few months later a changed man. He was no more timid or
differential. He commanded like a mature confident Lord. It made sense. He was
Eddard Stark’s son after all. He was evidently a much more direct and brutal
leader now. He had taken control once again but now with an iron grip. He was
fair but his word was now command. She could only hope that the boy and man she
had so secretly admired still existed.
Sansa sit down to pin another scroll for Margery her long desired lover. She
still fretted about the future. What would Highgarden do? They would be loyal
to the Queen. That she knew. Sansa knew her father’s plan was sound and that
bloodshed should be avoided, but one could never be sure.
She had put in her letter that Margery was to keep herself safe in these trying
times, but she knew deep in her heart that Margery would find a way to come
North. To come back to her. Sansa’s heart beat harder knowing her love would
risk all to be with her.
Sansa finished her scroll to her love. She sealed it with the royal seal of her
House after addressing the scroll to Margaery Tyrell. She was not worried with
their code words the Maester would never suspect their secret love affair.
Sansa went back to the tower that housed the raven rookery and sent the Raven
off to her love. She heard the beating of raven wings quickly fade as the black
bird raced to her love.
Sansa could not wait to once more kiss and love Margery. To make her scream her
name as she went down on her. Sansa was soon back in her room and masturbating
urgently to relieve the ache deep in her belly and pussy.
The next morning she washed and put on her makeup and beautiful dress for the
day. She always wanted to look resplendent at the meetings. The men put on
their armor, and Sansa put on hers. Lady finally woke up and came over to
Sansa, muzzling her master until she got the attention she craved. Of all the
direwolves, Lady was always the most gentle and loving - except when she felt
Sansa was in danger. Then Lady was most un-lady like.
Her Direwolf was not as big and robust as Nymeria. Arya’s direwolf’s eyes were
nearly level with hers. Lady only came up to her shoulder. Her coat was much
lighter in color than Nymeria with black highlights along her flanks and
especially the main of hair between her shoulder blades. Lady’s bushy tail was
almost black though. Where Nymeria had golden eyes that seemed to burn when she
was excited, her Lady had green eyes that were always gay and polite. Just like
her master. Only when Sansa was threatened did her sweet wolf turn into the
Direwolf she really was.
Her wolf squirmed on the furs her back wiggling as Sansa scratched and rubbed
her belly as the pleasure wolf whimpered in pleasure her tongue lulled out her
mouth. Soft yelps of pleasure filling Sansa’s room.
Sansa went into the hall determined to find Arya and tell her how much she had
always secretly admired her support of Jon. How she had been to afraid of their
mother. She would tell her sister that those days were over.
And maybe, if that went well then she would broach the subject of Daenerys
Targaryen and see where that led.
Sansa wanted to share her secret so badly now with Arya. She knew her sister
would be shocked learning that her and Margery were lovers. She couldn’t wait
to see the look on her face.
She had a quick meal in the kitchen. Of course Arya had already been through at
the crack of dawn to so she could go out and practice with the sword and bow.
Sansa could see how skilled her little sister was. It was frightening, how fast
and strong Arya had become.
The first war meeting would not be until two hours past noon since another
group of Lords arrived late the previous night and needed time to rest.
She was about to go outside and find her sister when she noticed Lady suddenly
stood at attention, looking up. Then the other direwolves began howling over
and over.  Lady bolted out of the kitchen in a wild rush.
The direwolves howled just like they had when the black dragon had soared over
Winterfell.
Sansa ran behind her wolf as fast as her skirts would allow her.
 
Arya
Arya had just finished her morning drills and sparring sessions on the training
ground. She was now holding herself back with all but her father. Even Robb was
barely holding his own, and she was having to hold back with him as well.
Only her father was her better. He was truly one of the great swordsmen of his
age, she was convinced of it.
“Arya. On guard.” She heard her father coming up behind her.
Arya gulped, holding her practice sword and turning to greet her father as he
picked up one of his own.
He was on her in the blink of an eye, his wooden sword slashing hard at her
face and then ribs. Arya blocked both strikes, barely, and tried to get into a
defensive position but was forced back and when their swords locked up. Her
father came up close and pushed her down onto the ground with his sword point
at her throat.
“Always be on your guard, Arya.” Eddard told his daughter as he backed off and
waited. “There is no honor on the battlefield, despite what the minstrels sing.
You fight to stay alive and take out your opponent. Kill if you must, but first
keep your defense strong. Then attack when the opportunity presents itself.
Never be reckless. … Ready?”
Arya shook her head yes.
Eddard charged hard and Arya met his attack. The sounds of wooden swords
ringing filled the square. Everyone near ran up to line the practice field and
watch. The fight was a sight to behold - Eddard was holding nothing back.
Fast, complicated attack patterns and sword work rained down on Arya. She
grunted and fought back desperately, always on the defense. Her arms ached with
the force of the savage blows she blocked.
The speed of their swords had all of the onlookers marveling. Many shocked that
Arya was able to keep up to any degree at all.
Though she hadn’t been able to entirely. Twice Eddard disarmed Arya, backing
off until his daughter retrieved her sword.
“Do you acknowledge defeat?” her father asked.
Arya felt her blood flare hot, and shook her head no. She waited for her father
to attack again. She knew there was no reason to start on offensive since she
would be back on defense almost immediately.
Father and daughter came together again with blades moving in a blur striking
together hard. Again and again blades locked, and the sound of wood clacking
hard together echoed off the castle walls.
Back and forth they fought in the practice yard, one pressing the attack and
then the other. Arya was using all she had learned, blending in rough instinct
to fight off her father and land some quick counterattacks.
Her sword landed hard on her father’s ribs. He grunted, and Arya lowered her
sword.
“Damnit, attack Arya!” her father extolled as he resumed his own attack.
For five more minutes father and daughter snarled and panted, heavily pressing
attacks and swinging lightning motions to block furious attacks. Arya received
several hard blows while she only barely nicked her father a few times until he
called a halt, clearly winded.
Arya watched her father come up to her. He was smiling. “Very good Arya … but
remember, always press the attack until victory is achieved. You could have had
me.”
Arya felt her heart beat faster with the praise.
“When you get to King’s Landing, seek out Barristan Selmy. He is my better.”
Arya started to protest.
“Arya, never have false pride. I have fought men that should have slain me on
the battlefield. Arthur Dayne was such a man. Only luck preserved me. Seek
Barristan, and one Syrio Forel. He was once the first sword of Braavos. He will
be an excellent teacher too. I see great potential in you - to be so young and
so skilled already leaves me humbled, daughter.”
Eddard ruffled Arya’s hair and left her. Arya’s feet did not touch the ground
as she walked away from the practice field.
Arya went back to her room to wash and put on fresh leathers for the rest of
the day. As she scrubbed herself she idly thought of Daenerys Targaryen. She
knew she was totally enamored with the woman. She was like a legend reborn.
Nymeria bunted open the door to Arya’s room and jumped up on the bed and
stretched out watching her master. The wolf could see from her master’s
expressions that she was again mooning over her sought after mate. Nymeria
would pass her own judgments on this mate.
Arya was indeed mooning thinking of the way her Queen had stormed across
Slaver’s Bay and completely obliterated the slave trade - Valyria itself at its
height had not accomplished such a feat. She was everything that Arya hoped to
be. She had followed the Targaryen’s exploits across Slaver’s Bay, and then the
amassing of her fleet in the Free Cities. She was beautiful, charismatic, and
powerful.
Arya’s hands instinctively travelled to her now swollen nipples and wet pussy.
She masturbated to a quick, stunning orgasm that had her seeing stars and the
Queens’s face. Though truth be told, that was kind of small and blurry. She
couldn’t wait to be up and close and personal with the Queen.
Arya chuckled with evil intent, licking her lips and feeling the need rise
again.
One body-flipping, jack-knifing orgasm later and Arya was finally ready to meet
the rest of the day.
Nymeria had dozed through her master's antics.  She had seen her master stroke
her pleasure areas many times over the years.
Arya headed to the ramparts to look out over the lands of House Stark. Her
direwolf sitting down beside her.  She wanted to memorize every little feature.
If she had her way, she would may never be back again, or only seldom. Her life
would be in King’s Landing.
Arya was elated that her father had chosen her to be his emissary to the Queen.
She just wished he would send her already! She ached to be with the Queen and
begin her seduction of the tall warrior from legends. She would be so happy!
She could just feel it.
She was already a master with the bow. She could hit any target. Her sword work
was improving fast as she matured and her strength and reflexes improved. She
would be a consort the Queen would be proud to have at her side on the throne.
Arya almost ran into a sentry thinking of how she would conquer the Queen in
the bed chamber and make the Queen her own. She was a little nervous about the
whole bedding rituals of Westeros, though. She could just see the face on her
mother.
She was sure she would make a good first impression on the Queen. Her first
meeting would have a real impact on the Targaryen. Arya could feel it.
Arya replayed over in her mind again how she had actually gotten in a good
strike on her father. She was immensely proud of that. No one ever got a hit in
on her father.
She was looking to the South when she saw it - a dark dot on the horizon that
quickly grew to be a dragon flying high moving north by northwest. It was white
with gold highlights. This would be Viserion,she thought, remembering his
description. Nymeria got up and looked up at the dragon too, along with her
master.
Arya began to jump up and down waving her arms and crying out as the dragon
winged towards the distant horizon. “Come back! Come back! I want to see you!”
Nymeria cocked her head as the dragon started to dwindle in the distance. Her
master looked dejected, her head cast down. Nymeria sat down beside her
dejected master leaning into her body to offer condolences. The great wolf
could feel her master’s disappointment.
Suddenly, Nymeria was up again, barking and howling as she jumped around
excitedly.
Arya looked at her, wondering what had gotten into her wolf. When she saw why,
Arya joined in her excitement.
The dragon had turned around and was rapidly approaching, still high up in the
sky. It flew over the castle as Arya resumed acting like a wild child, jumping
and waving her arms while calling to it.
Many had gathered to see what was occurring and stared up at the dragon
circling now, and at Arya Stark acting like a five year old.
Nymeria’s howls were joined by Shaggydog and Grey Wind as they burst onto the
ramparts and added their cries to the cacophony. They joined Nymeria in jumping
and snapping at the air in excitement.
Arya was thrilled. The dragon was clearly circling lower. She watched the
dragon descend to circle the castle just above scorpion range. The magnificent
beast was obviously intelligent. Arya continued to jump and gesticulate at the
beast.
A decision made, the dragon descended gracefully as everyone in the keep held
their breath. It landed lightly on the First Keep and folded its wings. Its
brilliant green eyes looked down at Arya calmly.
Everyone held their breath except for Arya, who ran down the castle curtain
wall to get directly in front of the dragon who looked at her calmly. The
direwolves were around Arya leaping and howling.
Arya put her hands up and out in greeting to the dragon.
Eddard Stark came bounding out a door adjacent to Arya with Ice in his hand.
The dragon’s head immediately swerved towards the man.   All could see the
dragon tensing, his eyes on the sword.
“Father no!” Arya howled at him. “put the sword down—he means no harm!” Arya
watched her father debate the situation with himself, and then slowly put the
sword down on the top steps of the stairway. He stood back up, watching
Viserion closely.
The dragon slowly lowered its head towards Arya. The direwolves jumped and
twirled around. Nymeria began to growl as the head approached her master a
little too close. The dragon turned towards the great wolf.
For a few seconds they stared at each other with unblinking eyes. With a woof,
the wolf finally sat down, her tongue hanging out. Suddenly Lady burst out the
doorway behind Eddard, and brushed him aside to run over to Nymeria. She joined
her, sitting on her haunches, relaxed.
The dragon slowly crept forward on the First Keep’s ceiling, and then lowered
its head toward Arya, sniffing.
Suddenly in from the right a big black shape appeared and landed lightly on the
castle wall near the broken tower. Arya looked in awe at the immense body of
Drogon as it too folded its wings and looked around curiously.
Shaggydog ran over barking at the great black dragon. Drogon craned his neck to
look down at the great wolf that continued barking furiously at the claws that
were hanging over the rampart walls. Arya thought the scene was both funny and
nerve-wracking. The silly wolf acted like it owned the castle and the dragon
should be backing off from its territory. The wolf snarled furiously at the
claws and sniffed in the scent of the dragon.
The dragon slowly moved its left foot forward to place it on the floor of the
rampart, looking at the great wolf with what had to be curiosity. Shaggydog
looped forward and sniffed at the claws again, and then started to try to chew
on the closest nail as the hard claw easily resisted the wolf’s canines trying
to gain purchase.
Viserion was sniffing Arya curiously and moved his head down past the teenage
girl towards the two sitting direwolves barking and snapping at each other in
their excitement. Suddenly, the white dragon jerked its head back up when
Nymeria and Lady licked his snout with sloppy wet licks. The dragon’s jaw was
working as if the wolves had tickled it with their aggressive licks of their
tongues. Then Viserion lowered his head again and the wolves muzzled and licked
the dragon’s jaw and lips.
This time the dragon kept his head down and his lips jerked and worked as they
wolves licked his jawline aggressive and worked their tongues between
Viserion’s lips and licked his gums. The mighty head jerked and shook but the
mighty dragon kept his head down. He seemed to enjoy the sensations.
Arya had been watching her wolf and Sansa’s but now turned to see what Rickon’s
Direwolf was up to. Shaggydog had given up trying to chew on Drogon’s hard
nails. The dark haired wolf growled at the black nail as if offended. Shaggydog
turned around and lifted his leg high. A big wolf smirk was on his face.
Suddenly, Shaggydog went flying when the dragon jerked its first talon up in a
fast motion. Startled Grey Wind barked furiously at the claws. The Direwolf
offended at his brother’s treatment. Shaggydog flew high through the air to
thump hard into the outer wall. The impact loud. Shaggydog fell down and
sprawled out for a moment. He immediately jumped back up, affronted.
Grey Wind was barking and jumping around in a tizzy defending his brother’s
honor. Shaggydog ran back to Drogon, joining Grey Wind in his warning barks of
ire and indignation.
Arya watched bemused as Shaggydog again turned his body with obvious intent.
Head held high, he lifted his back leg again. The Direwolf looked back quickly
having learned its lesson. Seeing no threat the Direwolf lifted his head high
and proud. This time the black dragon let the direwolf mark him with its urine,
the great talon twitching.
Finished, Shaggydog moved forward a step. The Direwolf scratched back with his
hind legs the nails making a loud scraping sound. The wolf was making sure to
further mark his territory. The dragon’s head moved slowly back and forth
watching all this with what looked like amusement.
Tail and head high, Shaggydog moved to the doorway that Eddard had come through
and with great, satisfied dignity disappeared down the stairwell. Her father
taking it all in with a bemused look.
Drogon moved his head down and sniffed his claw. His head moved back with a
sharp jerk and the beast sneezed several times, each sending out mighty hot
gusts of wind. The dragon twisted his head back and up and sneezed a few more
times, his head jolting with sharp jerks.
Viserion lifted his head and brought it before Arya, turning it. Then slowly he
moved forward and rubbed his rough cheek along Arya’s cheek. Then the dragon
lifted his head and extended it forward above Arya’s shoulder.
Then, suddenly, both dragons hunched down and launched themselves high into the
air, quickly gaining attitude as their wings pumped hard. They bore off to the
West until they disappeared.
Arya came out of her trance and noticed that Sansa was right behind her. She
had a shocked look on her face and was rubbing her cheek. The dragon had rubbed
its cheek with Sansa too! It was incredible!
Sansa walked off with a dazed look. “We will speak later,” she said distantly,
rubbing her cheek.
Arya rubbed her cheek. If this wasn’t a positive sign then nothing was.
Daenerys Targaryen was hers!
Her father stood by the doorway with a wondering look. They all had had quite
an adventure.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys was agitated on the Iron Throne. Supplications had been piling up and
Daenerys had forgone having a Small Council this morning to tend to them. She
had spent so much time on her “Eddard situation” she had let her audience with
her subjects slip. She was catching up today. She was beginning to regret her
decision. The complaints were most innocuous, trivial and inconsequential
today. Daenerys found herself pinching the bridge of her nose again.
She was currently hearing from a Lord that had built a beautiful home for his
newly married daughter. Unfortunately, the house was downwind from a pig farm.
The farmer and Lord both were complaining vociferously. The farmer was right of
course, but the Lord was powerful.
Daenerys sighed again.
She conquered Westeros for this?
She had been sensing that Viserion and Drogon had had their interest captured
by something. In her boredom she let their images in and immediately perked up.
They were at Winterfell?! The Queen started making Tyrion and Missandei glance
at her from their stations on either side in their high backed seats.
The first thought was fright and concern for her children. Eddard Stark had
been acting most strange. Were her dragons in danger? Daenerys knuckles
whitened as they gripped the arms of the Iron Throne.
She queried her dragons and let them feel her concerns. They assured their
mother that they were in no danger.   They had been cautious in their approach.
A young girl had caught their attention and the male that had the scent of
command had put his sword down.   They were in no danger. They had looked for
danger as they circled the large stone edifice looking for weapons they had
learned to fear and hate. There had been none.
The Queen finally relaxed. Whatever Eddard Stark was doing he had not armed his
castle yet for war or defense. She looked out her son’s eyes and opened her
senses to what they sensed and felt.
Drogon was looking at a large dark colored shaggy direwolf chewing on its nail.
Suddenly, Daenerys left foot jerked up as her lips smirked. The Queen’s head
snapped back again her, lips jerking and twisting. Her mouth felt the tickling
licks of two big wolves. It was disconcerting. Daenerys lips smacked and she
snorted as the audience looked at her strangely.
Then she chuckled, seeing in her mind’s eye the direwolf flying against the
rampart wall.
Then her Queen’s face was twisting again as Viserion had his face licked even
more aggressively and the tickling sensations ran up and down his lips. With
her mental link the Queen felt every rasp of the wolves tongues on her own
lips, cheeks and along her gums. The Queen wiggled her head hard back and
forth.
A blink later and Daenerys was looking at a woman with dark brown hair and
steel grey eyes that she found captivating. Her face was framed by the cut of
her hair that framed her sharp features. The hair on her shoulders so
beguiling. Her eyes were filled with passion and fire. She felt no fear of her
dragon! She was urging her Viserion to come to her! This woman had a manner
that bespoke a fierce inner fire that called to Danny. Her features while not
classically beautiful, there was a shape of her face that was so attractive to
Dany. She felt a pull of attraction regardless of classic beauty. Her attire
was that of a warrior? This woman bespoke of passion and fire and yet there was
an innocence about the her. Daenerys was fascinated.
Her fixation on the woman was disrupted when she looked out of Drogon’s eyes
and watched the direwolf urinating on his claws. Daenerys felt an uncomfortable
warm sensation on her left foot and shook it urgently, her foot suddenly
feeling like it was soaking wet with piss.
How gross!
By now Missandei and Tyrion were both staring at her as if she had lost her
mind.
She looked out Viserion’s eyes again and found herself looking at a beautiful,
tall red-headed woman and then rubbing her cheek with her own. Although the
feeling was sensual she found she much more liked the sensation when rubbing
the plainer looking girl’s cheek.
Suddenly, the Queen’s head snapped back and she started sneezing violently. Her
head snapped right and left as she sneezed and her left foot was shaking
violently as if her calf had cramped.
All stared at the Queen. Had the weight of rule unbalanced the woman? Was she
having a fit?
As suddenly as the fit had started, the Queen composed herself and pinched her
nose and began to give her pronouncement to the Lord and pig farmer.
 
Varys
What was that damn Stark up too? Varys wondered to himself. He calmed himself
sipping his Earl Grey tea. The man was not behaving in any away that made
sense. He was provoking the Queen while achieving no gain for himself. His
actions were borderline treasonous but he made no move against the throne. He
did not prevent tax collection or the administrative duties of the custom
houses in the ports.
His actions made no sense.
Varys had studied the man from afar. He was intrigued by Eddard Stark. The man
was honor personified. Such honor was a pretty thing, but not really useful in
the real world. He would be chewed up in Kings Landing.
Yet, despite this the man was totally confounding the master of whispers.
The man was honorable almost to a fault and he inspired great honor in those
around him. Varys found this to be very unfortunate. He found it hard to find
sparrows in such a place. There was no greed or avarice to entice people into
his service. The north was almost a blind spot for him and he did not like it
one bit.
He and Tyrion had discussed the issue earlier. Tyrion apparently found it
amusing that Varys was so upset with the current situation. He teased Varys
that just a month ago he, Varys, had stated he could easily read the man and,
thus, control him. Varys had been very wrong he was coming to understand. Varys
did not enjoy underestimating his foes. It left him feeling vulnerable and
weak. He flashed back to his cutting and shivered.
Varys knew this man was playing him for a fool. He was positive the Free Cities
were loyally in the Queens camp and yet seemingly overnight many ships from
Braavos, Pentos and Tyrosh had appeared in the ports of the north. The number
was slowly growing larger. Camps were springing up in places that made no
sense.
He asked Dany to send a dragon to investigate and she had sent Rhaegal and he
had sent mental images back to Dany that indeed the camps existed, heavily
defended by Scorpions. She had been most displeased to see the open threat to
her children. Rhaegal had stayed high indeed.
Varys was sure these were ruses but he was having to waste resources trying to
track down. Again he cursed the honor of these Northmen.
What reports he got seemed to show a general pivot to the North and not the
South, but again this made no sense. If Dany came North, Eddard would be
defenseless. He had put barricades across the Kings Road but he had left them
unguarded.
Daenerys had sent ravens across the realm to ask again for allegiance. All
houses spoke generously of their loyalty. Even House Stark had again assured
the Queen of its loyalty. The man had written ‘I will gladly lay my life down
for you Daenerys Targaryen. I will fight any threat to the realm no matter the
direction even from the North.’ It was emphasized.
There was no threat from the North. The wildlings were really of no military
power. They could be crushed at any time. What did the man see as a threat? Why
not just tell the Queen what he was mobilizing against? The only true power in
Westeros was the Queen.
There was a knock at the door, and Varys told Tyrion he could come in.
“How did you know it was me?”
“Only you visit the spider in his own lair, Tyrion.”
“I see.” he showed the Spider his bottle of wine and asked him if he wanted a
glass.
“No thanks ‘cub of Lannister’,” Varys answered. He chuckled slightly at the
grimace from the dwarf. “Have you been sunburned anymore, O Lord of the Breast
and Beast?”
Tyrion glared at the eunuch. He sat down and pouted. “How in the hell do you
know these things? No one else was there dammit!”
“Don’t worry Tyrion, your secret is safe with me … I have sparrows every where
… except where we need them” the eunuch groused petulantly.
He sighed, seeing the Lannister smirk at his predicament. “You know the Queen
will have your little hide if she has to march against House Stark.”
Tyrion sighed in return. “Yes. She keeps reminding me that I have spoken for
Eddard Stark. I do not fear. In the end I will be proven right.”
Varys watched the handsome dwarf shiver. “I just hope I live long enough to see
it.”
 
Eddard
Eddard had been shocked that his daughter was willing to throw herself off the
ledge in the rookery to her death to save her lover dishonor. Sansa was totally
and completely in love with Margaery Tyrell. That was obvious.
He smiled. It must be nice to feel true love from the beginning of the
relationship. Eddard reflected back to his and Cat’s beginning. He had felt so
stilted taking his brother’s place in marrying and bedding this woman that had
been betrothed to his brother, Brandon.
They had courted he guessed. They definitely knew each other and had an idea of
their mannerisms and natures.
Catelyn Stark had come to him an enigma and he was a mystery to her.
There had been no love in the beginning of their relationship. How could there
be. They were strangers to each other.
In time he came to love this stranger and he knew deep in his soul that his
wife loved him dearly. They fit together. Their strengths complimented and
supported each other, but, it had taken years to form and then grow.
Sansa already had that.
This made the wheels turn in Eddard’s head. He was already playing a game he
detested. This Game of Thrones. He smirked gently. At least he could say in his
defense that it took events that only occurred once in eight thousand years to
get him playing this game of shadows and deceits.
He sighed and reached for the parchment and quill dipping the feather in the
ink well.
He loved all his children dearly and would do anything for them. Still, he had
to put the realm first. He sighed again as he paused to think of what he would
write.
He needed an alley in the South. He thought of the possible persons he could
work with. Doran Martell was to calculating. Eddard needed to act and quickly.
The leader of Dorne would spend countless days leading to weeks thinking of all
possible angles and happenstance. He would weigh the pros and cons back and
forth for an eternity.
Tywin Lannister was a twisted crafty grizzled lion that would take advantage of
anything presented to him. He could not be trusted. Any.
House Baratheon was led now by Stannis and he had a stick permanently shoved us
his ass. He turned honor into something distasteful and trite. He made himself,
Eddard Stark, look like a drunken fool. The man would never agree to what he
thinking.
The Kraken could shove their tentacles up their ass. Theon had turned out to be
a good man—with time.
House Tully and The Vale were already in his camp and could not provide any
advantage.
House Tyrell was led by Mace. He was a good man but had absolutely no
imagination. He could never even conceive of what Eddard had in mind. He was
too stuck in his ways.
Oberyn had crossed his mind but the man was obviously solidly in the Queen’s
camp and would never hear him out.
Eddard had listed out these men only because he wanted to make sure he did not
miss anything but he knew his assessments were spot on.
Only one leader could help him. He needed someone who could see beyond their
own House. Someone willing to consider what was best for the realm.
He would offer them something that he knew they would want. While they could
see the realm and its needs, they would definitely be enticed and induced to
join in his plan if he offered them something he knew they would want greatly.
Also, he was sure they loved their prodigy as much as he did. He smirked again
in his soft way. Just maybe in a different way.
He dipped his quill in the ink well.
 
Daenerys
Dany went to the small table that sat beside the chair she had placed in front
of the fireplace. The fireplace had a large, warm fire burning. She did not
feel the heat at all. She knew Strong Belwas enjoyed the warmth. He had come
down with a cold and she wanted to pamper the big baby a little.
Belwas was the epitome of fidelity. She enjoyed his simple desires that made
him so happy. Maybe allshould have such simple desires. Maybe the world would
be a better place.
She had made the special cheese dish he craved. He liked a blend of Garrotxa
and Brunet goat cheese that was beaten and blended together, then spiced with
curry that he so loved.
She heard a knock and went to the door. A weak but recovering Belwas was guided
in by Barristan and Syrio helping the large man keep his balance. For once he
was as weak as he was always claiming to be from hunger. They guided him to his
chair that allowed him to recline back. He sat down, looking wane.
Missandei had followed them in with Tyrion trailing behind. Shadowclaw bolted
in and came to look up at Strong Belwas, meowing in concern. The men got Belwas
comfortable and the two women spread several blankets over the rotund eunuch.
He sighed and smiled contentedly, looking up at them like a happy child. He
reminded her of her lost daughter he was so innocent sometimes.
He spied the special dip Daenerys had made for him and cried as he took a
locust from the pale and dipped it in the cheese and munched happily.
“I love you Daenerys.” he said softly.
Both women hiccuped with tears running down their cheeks. Daenerys saw a tear
run down Syrio’s cheek and Barristan rubbed the eunuch’s bald head
affectionately. Tyrion shuffled around and reached up gripping the eunuch’s
forearm and squeezed it awkwardly.
Shadowclaw meowed and jumped on Belwas’ lap. The cat pawed the blankets making
a nest as it circled. The feline then settled down, facing the eunuch and
meowed expectantly. Belwas handed the caracal a locust. The cat took it and
started to eat the locust head first, purring loudly.
Daenerys had not dressed in her traditional Dothraki garb, but wore a fresh set
of trousers and blouse she generally wore at her Small Council sessions.
They went over to the table that Daenerys was using as their meeting table and
sat down around it. All sat attentively looking at their Queen waiting to hear
what her pronouncement would be. They waited patiently as the Queen slowly
moved her head making eye contact with each of them. Her steely gaze informed
all that she was ready to move on the recent events of the North.
“I have held off on responding to the provocations from the North but I can no
longer delay. Eddard Stark’s erratic behavior must now be answered. I have
hesitated for several reasons. As we all know, we are in debt up our asses with
the Iron Bank. Tyrion has found we are a little over nine million gold dragons
in debt. I have been loathe to incur more debt or take needed resources to pay
that down. But we are past that. I must begin to act against these
provocations.
“In Essos, I left a trail of devastation behind me. I was death incarnate in
Slaver’s Bay. I had to be. In no other way could I win the day. Those days are
past. I will show restraint, but I will respond to these strange acts of House
Stark.
“Today when the courtesans of the Riverlands and the Vale departed after
receiving ravens from their titular heads, I was forced to act. Houses call
their delegates home when war is on the horizon.
“This has been reinforced by these Houses now closing their borders in the same
manner as the North. I have flown my dragons over the King’s Highway from on
high this morning and indeed guard gates have been installed. Their gates are
down. But . . . like the North there are no guards . . . I kept my dragons high
for fear of some trap out of prudence but my gut tells me that there are no
guards manning these new checkpoints . . . I keep asking myself why?
“Though these actions and others appear to be sedition, none of their
mobilizations support them going to war. I see troop movements and ships
slipping our blockade but they do nothing but sit in port. All I see are
contradictions. I must act. But I will act with restraint.”
The Queen paused to look again around at her closest confidants and more
importantly her truest friends.
“Syrio. Tomorrow you will send out ravens to all the Houses we can count on for
full support. I want ravens sent to Doran, Mace and Stannis. These ravens will
instruct them to call their vassals and prepare them for possible mobilization
and war.”
“The last of the crops are being harvested now. I want those crops harvested,
thrashed or processed and put into storage. Get those crops done. I want as
soon as possible for the Lords to call their vassals and start training them
for combat.   I don’t want the last harvests long delaying this. It is
imperative we train the populace for war.
“Westeros has not had war in a generation. It will take both us and Eddard six
months to train our citizenry to fight.
“Whatever Eddard Stark is up to, he will not lead his people off to be
butchered. He will train them up into a true fighting force and so will we”
Tyrion started to speak up “But Daenerys, what about Cas—“
“I have a different message for your father Tyrion . . . Syrio, the raven you
send to Tywin will merely advise him to be on alert. To secure his border with
the Riverlands. I do not want him calling his vassals. Frankly, I don’t trust
your father very much, Tyrion.”
“That is the wisest thing you have said today my Queen.” Tyrion responded with
a nod of this head.
A low chuckle spread around the room. Tywin was not highly regarded at all by
the persons around the table.
“Yes, your father is too crafty by half Tyrion. His past actions speaks
volumes. I will never trust that man.
“Tyrion. I want you to send ravens to the Houses requesting a complete
inventory of all the supplies we may need for a march North. Only with the
excellent reports from Myrcella and Arianna do I have a full listing of what I
requested. I need to know what I can count on for march North if it becomes
necessary.
“I will broker no more dalliance from my Houses . . . in two weeks. I will have
my counts or their will be hell to pay. Do you understand me, my Hand? You have
my full authority on this. Make it happen.”
“Yes my Queen!” Tyrion responded, anxious to do his Queen’s will.
“Missandei.” the Queen called gently.
“Yes my, Queen” the barely sixteen year old responded.
“You have served me well and loyally from the beginning of my quest for the
Iron Throne. Your abilities with languages and cyphers are already legend.”
The young woman from Naath preened under the praise.
“I would ask you to do more. You mind is sharp and analytical. Tyrion has asked
for someone to help him with the immense tasks that he must undertake. He will
need an assistant to help him understand, process and then implement solutions
to our probable march north.”
The young woman looked at her with her big, innocent eyes.
“I would ask you to assume even more duties, and help Tyrion with the logistics
of our move North. Can I ask this of you?’
“YES my Queen!” the interpreter responded.
“Thank you, my dearest friend.”
Tyrion turned to smile at the sweet girl to let her know he truly wanted her
insights and help.
The girl’s shoulders squared that little more.
“Tyrion—Missandei, I need you to get the figures for crop production and how
much cattle, pigs, goats and other livestock we can reasonably ask for from our
vassals to be slaughtered and processed. I want their beef jerked or salted and
prepared for our possible armies. 
“I want truthful counts of what are in the grain silos. Missandei, that
information for the storage of grains in the free cities are in High Valyrian
and Braavosi. I want those figures translated and provided two weeks hence,
along with Westeros’s numbers.
“Also, I have still kept the granary ships fully loaded and docked in Dorne and
the Stormlands or Pentos and Tyrosh. I want to know exactly the counts and the
locations of these ships. The smallest holds at least four hundred and fifty
tons of grain.   The larger ships from the Free Cities can hold up to seven
hundred tones. The Summer Islander merchant ships can hold up to one and a half
thousand tones of grain. I want those counts when we meet in two weeks, to
start putting our actual plans in place.
“I want the two of you to start planning on how we get food and material up
North in the most efficient manner possible.
“Syrio . . . I want you to have a meeting set up for thirteen hundred hours
tomorrow with yourself, Hugh Elicero and Solaja Xo. We will be using mainly
Essos navies for our purposes. These ships will supported by the Summer
Islander fleets. I am sure Solaja will demand that her ships be in the lead.
Her ships are the best at trans ocean voyages. I need those ships for the
protection of my whole realm. We will discuss all this with her tomorrow.”
Syrio started to object but the Queen held up her hand for silence.
“The Iron Islands must be warded. The only people I trust less than Tywin
Lannister are the Greyjoys. I will leave the navies of Casterly Rock and
Highgarden in place on the west coast of Westeros. I will not have Kracken
raiding while I am moving North.
“I will make it clear to Tywin that he will support Highgarden with troops if
they are attacked. I will only be leaving nominal forces behind with the Houses
I trust. I will crush the Lannisters if they balk. I will make that clear when
the time comes.
“Tomorrow ravens will fly to Tyrosh, and from there, up and down the coast of
Essos alerting them to call in or turn around their warships. We will blockade
the North and the Vale. If unexpected battles appear in places unforeseen we
will have the naval forces to move to intercept an destroy. This is where I
want to keep most of the Summer Islander fleet in a naval reserve off the coast
of Essos off the promontory between Pentos and Braavos. If some sudden need
arises they can move to support.”
Little of consequence is on the west coast of the North for this campaign. Any
battles will be fought in central and eastern part of Eddard’s domain I deem.”
I will ask Varys to double down on his spying. He has some sparrows who can
actually sing in the Vale and the Riverlands. They too are calling their lords
and vassels to arms and beginning to train.
The queen paused to sip her glass of water.
“I want all of you to study this map. The queen unfolded a map of the North. I
want all of you to be able to see this map in your sleep. I have memorized it.
I want your input on three landing sites for beachheads in the North.
“I have immense troop transport with my Essos navies. I deliberately kept them
intact for just this eventuality. I will make beachheads with the mercenary
troops loyal to me. They will prepare the way for the Westerosi foot troops
that I will sail north. This will speed the cavalry march north and speed up
the trains of supplies moving north.
Daenerys put three weights in the shape of her three dragons on the map. They
were all on the east coast of the North.
“I propose these three areas for our beachheads. Study this map and in two
weeks I will get your thoughts. If you have better sites I want you rational
and reasons. I am open to debate but give me support for your decisions.
“I am putting forth the stratagems for possible war. . . . I will do all I can
to avoid it, but I will be prepared.
“Do I make myself clear?”
All around the table shook their heads in the affirmative.
Dany looked over at Strong Belwas. He was asleep, snoring happily with a
contended Shadowclaw snuggled into his lap purring.
“One last thing . . . does anyone have a fucking idea as to what the hell
Eddard Stark is up to? . . . this behavior is totally unlike everything I have
been told about this man.” The Queen made a point to glare at Tyrion for a
moment.
Syrio and Missandei were from Essos, and had no clue except for what they heard
secondhand. Barristan told the Queen he was totally perplexed. He was not
behaving in a rational manner.
Tyrion cleared his throat, and related his second visit to the Wall and his
feeling of ill-ease and foreboding.
“So you believe in these fairy tales?” Daenerys asked with a raised eyebrow.
Tyrion looked at her . “No, my Queen. I let my childhood fears and half
remembered tales temporarily overcome my rational thought. The North is safe.”
The Queen merely looked at him with a neutral gaze. She had been given reason
to wonder otherwise.
She had heard so many prophecies and almost none of them had occurred. She
remembered once saying, “I make my own prophecies.”
If there was a threat in the north it was not supernatural. The Reeds may have
believed it so, but Daenerys did not hold to such a belief. If the threat
breathed and pumped blood in its veins, she would kill them and rid the realm
of it. They may have learned to control cold like she had heat, but they would
be a human just like her. There were no supernatural beings who walked on two
feet. Only magical animals that could be tamed as she had tamed her dragons,
and the Starks their Direwolves. She would be victorious like she always was in
her battles.
After her victory, which she fervently hoped would not require bloodshed, she
would then placate the old wolf and get back to the business of governance of
her kingdom that spanned two continents.
She did not need this problem in her ass. She wanted to be rid of what she
fervently hoped was only a distraction. If it was a more, it would be handled
deftly if possible, and with an iron fist if necessary.
But, handle it she would.
 
***** Altered Perceptions *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: Graphic F-solo sex in last VP
     AN #2: I don't think there are any shippers of Dany / Drogo if you
     are reading this story. When I read GOT I thought the whole Dany arc
     with him was bullshit. GRRM can definitely write women but he missed
     that whole dynamic. It was pure Stockholm Syndrome. I show that in
     this chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                  Chapter 14
                              Altered Perceptions
 Daenerys / Syrio / Tyrion / Varys / Daenerys / Olenna / Daenerys / Missandei
 
Daenerys
The tension in the small council was palpable. The room was tense with the ire
of the Targaryen Queen. She glared around the table, not liking one bit what
she was hearing. She was beginning to have serious doubts about the men and
women around her.
She felt like Eddard Stark was playing them all like a maestro Viol player. He
was plucking the strings pizzicato and they were all jumping to his notes. It
was his score that Daenerys Targaryen was being led down and she did not like
it one bit!
Daenerys fumed about the fact that this man was outthinking and one step ahead
of the best minds in Westeros and Essos - herself included! In her previous
campaigns she had been the one making others react. She was beginning to
understand how they must have felt being outthought and outflanked. He kept
adding to the pressure she was under and she was starting to really feel it.
What really made her angry above all was that she had been told from the start
about Eddard Stark was that beyond his antiquated sense of honor, he had a
total incapacity to play the Game of Thrones. All the pundits had assured her
the man would not have survived four months in the Red Keep. Obviously everyone
had been mistaking.
Very mistaken.
How? Where had the man acquired this skill? This expertise? Had he always had
it, buried beyond even his sight? Why couldn’t it have stayed buried?!
Her violet gaze fell on the Master of Ships. “Do you want to tell me one more
time how it is that ships from the Free Cities, are mystically appearing in the
ports of the North?” she paused to give Lysono Saan of the Free Cities a
withering look. “What kind of Navy are we fielding again, Hugh Elicero?” the
Queen asked her Master of Ships.
“I assure you that our blockade is intact, my Queen.”
“Then please tell me how it is that warships of the Free Cities are appearing
in the Harbors of the North. I am paying an awful lot of money for your fleet,
and my gods you have most of the fucking navies of Essos with you, and you
still can’t stop these ships from appearing in the North!”
“I-I-I …they must be fake!” the man stuttered to his Queen.
She stared at him for a long moment “It would seem that the only place your
fleet reigns supreme is in the wash tub.” The Queen sneered at Elicero.
Her ire turned to Lysono Sann. “Tell me again about your loyalty to me?” she
asked with a deadly calm. She stared hard at the man, and all could hear him
gulp weakly.
Daenerys’ visceral reaction to sedition was already legendary. All waited with
baited breath as Lysono looked at the Queen “I can not explain to you what is
being reported, my Queen. All I can tell you is that we remain loyal to you.
You are the breaker of chains. If you need blood then I offer my life… but
please do not punish our cities for a crime we have not committed.”
He looked at his Queen, earnest, as she took a long breath. “I believe you.”
Daenerys reflected again on how Eddard Stark was skillfully making her doubt
her own trusted advisors. In weak moments she doubted her own decisions and she
never did that! Daenerys snorted to herself. If this was happening to anyone
else, she would be admiring the man and chuckling at the poor fools spinning to
the pulls and jerks of his marionette strings.
The only problem was that the fools were Daenerys Targaryen and her Small
Council. That really steamed and agitated her! Really agitated her.
The room visibly relaxed. Daenerys saw out of the corner of her eye that Solaja
Xo was eyeing her intently. The only problem it was not from fear. The woman
was licking her lips, and her long nipples were clearly poking through the
sheer top that clung tightly to her full bosom.   Daenerys’ passion was
arousing the Summer Islander. Master Lape’s eyes were literally glued to
Solaja’s full bosom, his lust palpable. For the nonce, the Summer Islander only
had eyes for Daenerys. The woman’s eyes throbbed with passion. She was excited
by Dany’s anger and passion.
Daenerys’ ire ratcheted up a level. She stood up and slammed her palms down on
the table. “I thought I had surrounded myself with the best that Westeros and
Essos had to offer. I am starting to wonder. I need answers, not stuttered
exclamations of ‘I don’t know’ ”. She slammed her palms on the table again. “I
want answers, damnit!”
She turned to look at Varys, who had his hands in the sleeves of his robe. He
looked at her calmly but she could see the thin sheen of sweat on his brow.
“You call yourself the Master of Whispers and The Spider, whose webs capture
all the news of Westeros and Essos. From what I am seeing, I am officially
changing your name to the Master of Wisps. You webs must have been swept up, oh
Mite. That his your new title: ‘The Mite’!” she barked. To the eunuch’s credit,
he merely stared back at the raging Queen. He knew she valued him and was just
letting out bile.
The Queen pinched her nose and then stomped her foot on the floor, her arm
whipping down. She quickly found a new target to spew vitriol at, her deadly
gaze falling on Syrio Forel. “You are my master General. I want you to tell me
what Eddard Stark is doing. What in the hell is he doing?!” she roared.
Daenerys remembered Eddard Stark’s response to what she thought was a great
question: “What the FUCK are you doing?!” His answer had her ripping his
response to small pieces and stomping on them before a bemused Missandei and a
trembling Tyrion. ‘I serve the Realm.’ He’d written back. That was it! She
nearly pulled her hair out in frustration as Tyrion had pressed his back
against the furthest wall in the Queen’s chamber. His eyes skittering to her
door seeking escape from her ire in case it turned towards him.
“I wish I knew, my Queen. What he is doing makes absolutely no sense. He is
moving forces haphazardly. He brings in ships, and then leaves them in harbor.
He is undoubtedly having the forces in his holds training, and we can see he is
hording supplies as well but the orientation is all wrong. I can’t explain it.”
Syrio told the Queen the truth.
He watched as her eyes flared wide, their violet gaze unsettling. He knew he
was unprepared for this position, even with Barristan and his generals helping
him learn tactics and logistics at a rapid clip.
The Queen turned and barked at the shadowy figures sulking in the back of the
Council Chamber. “If you can’t perform your duties gods damnit I will have
Barristan Selmy take your position!” the Queen nearly roared.
“I don’t wa—” Barristan started to respond.
“You will do what I fucking tell you TO DO!” Daenerys Targaryen bellowed,
slamming her palms on the table again.
Daenerys turned her attention to her Hand. “Why so quiet, my Hand? I put you in
that chair to lead this council and give me the information I need to govern!
What is the problem with this fucking council? Hhhmmmm … maybe you have been
too busy focusing on the your duties of ‘King of the Breast’ ”.
She watched as heads turned in Tyrion’s direction, strange and questioning
looks on their faces. Tyrion hung his head, wondering if he would ever live
that event down.
“I need ANSWERS!” the Queen yelled in frustration.
Aarrrrggghhhhhhh! No one but Daenerys heard her mental scream of frustration.
She wondered for the umpteenth how Eddard knew exactly which lever to pull and
when to drive her crazy and yet not cross the line into open sedition.
All his actions took the North and more and more the Riverlands and the Vale
into rebellion, but he kept just enough sanity in his actions to keep the Queen
from decisively acting with an immediate assault.
She controlled her rash impulses. Bad decisions were made when one was
agitated.
Again she felt like she was in some dread mummers play where no one knows what
the hell is truly happening. The clues doled out in just the right manner to
confuse and obfuscate the plot. She hated the man for his fucking skill at it!
What Daenerys had not shared yet even with her Klatch of Confidantes was the
influx of ravens coming to the Red Keep from the Great Houses.
The actions of Eddard Stark and his compatriots had not gone unnoticed. She had
not raised the alarm and had told her Small Council to hold deliberations close
but she knew that secrets rarely stayed secrets long with all the spiders,
moths, sparrows, moles, rats, jackals and gods knew what else sulking about.
They all wanted action and answers. They wanted their new Queen to act.
She was not ready to act! Not yet!
The ravens from Doran had complained of so many variables. He felt she should
fly down to Dorne and sit down and discuss all the variables and possible
permutations. One needed to study very carefully all possible outcomes and move
prudently forward incrementally.
That was a recipe for disaster.
His brother had been the exact opposite. He had so much clout he did not mind
sending his own ravens. Of course his counsel was just the opposite - put this
impudent dog down. Attack, attack, attack, attack! Was the basic gist of his
ravens.
Gods that man had too much sperm in his testicles.
The ravens from Highgarden were basically Mace wringing his hands and wanting
to know what to do.
For once Daenerys was thankful for the man’s indecisiveness.
The ravens from Dragonstone had demanded action. Stannis made veiled comments
about how if he had been allowed to ascend the throne they would not be having
these issues. He had the fortitude and foresight to handle this situation the
man had snidely but subtly stated.
The man had a stick up his ass, or was constipated with his constant grimacing
and gnashing of his teeth.
It was the ravens from Tywin Lannister that really set her off. He had
complained that the Crown was being made to look like “dunces” and that only
firm leadership could prevent these “sad commentaries” from occurring. When he
had been Hand these problems did not exist.
Daenerys thought of Tywin like a lion that steals its food from a leopard who
made the kill and did all the work. He was a damn buzzard as far as she was
concerned.
Then this morning another raven had arrived form Casterly Rock. In this missive
he had asked directly if the “Queen” needed his wise counsel. He mentioned that
for a teenage girl to be having to rule a kingdom that maybe she “felt
overwhelmed” and needed his steady hand. The hand of man is what he clearly
implied.
Gods did that piss her off! Her blood was still boiling. She dearly wanted to
strangle somebody! Anybody!
 
Syrio
Syrio saddled his eyes over to Varys and saw a self-satisfied smirk skirt
across his face. He evidently was in on the inside joke.
He was stung from the Queen’s rebuke. He knew she valued his expertise and
loyalty, and he had witnessed her temper tantrums in the past. She vented her
frustrations in the most childlike ways, but she’d always calm again quickly
after. He did know that until he and his small council members found answers to
their Queen’s questions, more ire and vitriol would most likely be spilled.
He noticed Jhogo slipping further into the shadows, making sure to stay out of
sight, out of mind. Barristan met and held his eye, and Syrio knew he had the
full support of the great knight.
He worried again over all of the strange behaviors coming from the North. Ships
were appearing in their harbors that could not possibly be there, large forces
appearing and then disappearing only to crop up in another location.
The King’s highway had been blocked. The Reeds had harassed but not attacked
several patrols sent to investigate the King’s Road, only to disappear into the
swamps afterward. Reports indicated that the road had been cut at Moat Cailin,
but when the Queen’s forces arrived the road was open once again. The forces in
the castle had not responded to challenges or threats, but had not lifted a
finger in protest to the force outside its gate either. No trouble had been
reported since, but traffic was still tense on the road.
Her custom officers in the ports of the North had suddenly been kept in their
offices under armed guard but two days later were apologized too for the
misunderstanding. All three of her recalcitrant Houses had suddenly started
sending Ravens complaining of overly high taxes. They may have to stop
collections in the future.
That got everyone’s attention.
All of this was accomplished nothing, aside from raising tensions
unnecessarily. All inquires were left unanswered. It was like Eddard Stark was
intentionally baiting the Queen – but why? It was like baiting a hungry bear.
Their Queen was showing remarkable restraint. This was borderline treason. The
Dany that had existed at the start of her campaign to crush Slaver’s Bay would
have flown her dragons North and laid waste to it.
Thankfully, this was not the same Daenerys Targaryen. She had learned restraint
and now used extreme force only as a last resort. He remembered when she had
first conquered Yunkai and her slaves were being butchered at night. She had
collected the high nobles of the city in the courtyard of one of their great
pyramids. Then, she had ordered them to give up the conspirators. They had
laughed at her, even as she had lined the walls with her Unsullied.
Three times she had ordered them to submit and give her the names of the
conspirators. The nobility had been so high and mighty. They all died when the
Queen ordered her Unsullied to hurl their spears from their positions, piercing
their bodies with multiple spears. She had walked among them after, putting
those still alive out of their misery, her face hard and cold.
The rebellion had ended that day and the peace lasted for a year. The Queen
would broker no killing of her freed slaves. She let it be known she had been
killed when she was helpless, and she would never countenance it under her
rule. Syrio had not been happy to see that slaughter. When he had tried to
explain to Daenerys that the nobles had been helpless as well, she arched an
eyebrow and replied: “They had a choice … the slaves didn’t”. He found he had
to agree with that statement.
Fortunately, she had tempered. He and Barristan still clashed in this, though.
He was willing to sacrifice a few for the many without question. Syrio had to
admit that the killing had indeed stopped when Daenerys used the hammer of her
authority. He was thankful that Westeros did not have a history of slavery.
Without that goad, the Queen was much more reasonable. She was willing to
carefully weigh out and consider her response to Eddard Stark’s apparent
sedition.
He had proposed to send out armed reconnaissance missions to seek out these
armed camps. Their scouts would come up where the camps were, only to find them
abandoned. They would appear, days later, somewhere else.
He needed more forces with more horses to keep up with the demand for all this
reconnaissance, and troops to protect the scouts as they got more aggressive in
their search for these elusive camps.
The Queen agreed but made it clear she wanted no battles if they could be
avoided. She was not going to be the trigger for any warfare in Westeros. Hers
would be the reluctant fist, which she would use only if attacked. She let it
be clear though, that if she had to use her fist she would be merciless. Syrio
had agreed completely.
She had also stated that they would chase these elusive ghosts for a week more
but if not successful she would pull all her troops South. They were exposed
and she did not like it. They were exposed. The North, Riverlands and the Vale
were recalcitrant only currently but they may become more belligerent in the
future. The Queen did not want the provocation or the waste of good men lives.
He watched the Queen, noticing that she seemed to have to calmed down.
Unfortunately, that lull did not last long. Vedad Softic reported that Casterly
Rock had put in a claim for another five hundred thousand gold dragons. Micud
Caudill concurred with the calling in of debt, stating that the contracts
signed by Robert Baratheon were binding to the new Queen.
Daenerys had been shuffling through some reports on crop production, then
shoved them off the table onto the floor and was up in flash.
“The gall of that Bastard!” the Queen yelled her face turning beet red.
“Tyrion—I want a summary of all yourfather’s chicanery with our finances. I
think it is time we sent a raven explaining the true situation. The queen
ground her teeth picking up the papers she had tossed to the floor.
When Daenerys head cane up she eyed Maester Lape. He was not so subtly pawing
at Solaja as she encouraged him while she stared at Daenerys. Daenerys rolled
her eyes, even more agitated.
She stormed down to the two council members who had given her latest round of
bad news and berated their incompetence. She questioned just how exactly this
had happened. They only spluttered that they had not been in the government of
the previous king.
Then she strode down to Varys. He had the misfortune of being the only holdover
of the previous reign.  
She asked him how he could have possibly allowed this agreement; this debt that
Robert had incurred and she was now expected to pay. He replied that he was
only the master of whispers, and not policy. He had no part in it. “Yes, you
overlook what is right underneath your nose and can’t see beyond it!” She’d
told him spitefully.
“I need for your little birdies to be singing, Varys. Why aren’t they?” Syrio
watched the bald eunuch try to answer, while Daenerys overrode him “Oh that’s
right: ‘Winter is Coming’ and they all have flown South to Dorne. The only
fucking problem is I need them in Winterfell!”
Daenerys stomped her foot and stormed back down the table.
As she walked past Maester Lape she rapped him on the back of his head with her
knuckles.
“Oowwwww!” The Maester yelped, glaring at Daenerys while rubbing the back of
his head.
“Solaja’s eyes are in her head, and not on her tits Maester Lape.” She threw
him a napkin from the finger food that had been served. “For gods sake wipe the
drool off your chin, man!”
Looking down the table Syrio observed that no one was safe from her sniping.
The Queen sat back down and shuffled her papers around. Then she looked up at
her Master of Laws. “When are you going to get the Iron bank off my ass?”
“We are working diligently my Queen. These are very complicated contracts.”
Dany threw up a few sheets of paper from the stack in front of her. “Whatever.”
She huffed.
 
Tyrion
Tyrion had made his initial report and then stayed low. With the Queen on the
warpath he was definitely sure that discretion was the better part of valor. He
was just thankful that the Queen had finally taken him up on his offer.
Three weeks past, the Queen had come to his quarters in the Tower of the Hand.
She had walked around, looking at the items in his room and shuffling her feet.
“You remember our conversation on the beach, Tyrion?” Daenerys asked, not
looking at him.
The dwarf had stiffened up, his testicles reflexively shrinking. He looked
around for sanctuary, and started to hide underneath his desk. Daenerys noticed
what he was doing and asked him if he had lost his mind.
He told her that he thought she had forgiven him his indiscretion. She looked
at him confused, and then laughed. She assured him that she had forgiven him
fully. She told him that she would not let him live it down, but not to worry.
“I was referring to your other offer…” she left the statement hanging.
Tyrion thought furiously for a moment. “Oh.”
“I was wondering if you could make an arrangement to have a … uhmmm… woman
brought to my quarters tonight. I would want discretion.” She added hastily.
“Oh course my Queen. I would be honored. Varys will show you a secret entrance
to your quarters. Do you have a preference?” He watched her eyes go distant for
a long moment and then she shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“You can have whomever you want, my Queen. Half of the females at court would
happily sleep with you.”
“No, no. I don’t want any entanglement with any house of Westeros. I have heard
of high end brothels that serve the high nobles and masters of court and
business. And, uh,” she cleared her throat, “some that serve a woman’s need for
a woman’s touch. I have heard of a “Dragon Road”. It has women of pure Valyrian
blood from Lys. I have never made love to a woman with violet eyes. I would
like that.”
“Of course, my Queen.”
She bashfully acknowledged his response.
The next day she had a much lighter step and a soft smile on her face. She had
the same woman in her bed the whole week. Varys reported that his sparrows were
going deaf and that he was having trouble from keeping a flock from forming.
Tyrion was never sure with Varys how much was boasting and how much was factual
when he made such statements.
The next week Daenerys was back in his quarters delicately inquiring about
finding her a Summer Islander to have in her bed. She had actually licked her
lips. Her libido was definitely surging. Tyrion knew just who to bring to
Daenerys.
Tyrion frequented Chataya’s establishment frequently. Chataya was a Summer
Islander of early middle age. In the Summer Islands, prostitution was an
esteemed trade. Chataya was of noble birth, and still a ravishing beauty. She
had only the most beautiful of woman in her establishment.
Truth be told Tyrion was sure most of the women there preferred other women,
but were willing to fuck any man if the money was right. He often found the
prostitutes kissing and making out with each other when not taking clients, and
then leaving to go up the stairs hand in hand with fire in their eyes.
Tyrion contacted Chataya. She nearly swooned at the thought of sharing the
Queen’s bed. Her daughter Alayaya demanded to sleep with the Queen as well.
Varys reported that in the end, Daenerys had both the mother and the daughter.
Their screams were again deafening, and lasted long into the night. The Queen
was definitely starting to become much more relaxed.
Unfortunately, Eddard Stark’s behavior had ruined the peaceful feeling the
Queen had been cultivating. She came back to his quarters, and started to hem
and haw. Tyrion patiently waited her out.
“What do you know of the children of Eddard Stark?” she asked, looking down at
the floor.
“Robb Stark is a turning into a fine young man. I doubt there will ever be
another Eddard Stark, but he will make a great consort.” Tyrion knew the Queen
would eventually have to marry. She could not make a better choice.
“I wasn’t speaking of his sons. I was, uh, speaking of his daughters.”
“I see.” He said, and left it hanging. He enjoyed watching the Queen squirm for
a few long moments.
He then told the Queen of Sansa Stark, how she had always been polite and the
picture of courtesy. She was always chattering of the myriad young princes who
caught her eye when he visited Winterfell, though by his last visit she seemed
to have picked one because she no longer spoke so giddily of the various
prospective young princes. The House of Tyrell had visited six months
previously. Loras must of have captured her heart. He hoped she learned to
share Loras with Renly. His mind immediately went to smutty visions of
threesomes. He shook the thought away for later.
“Yes. Sansa does sound like the perfect painting of what a Queen would want her
consort to be. I have heard of her height and great beauty. Her hair is a deep
auburn that minstrels sing of. Her bearing is regal at all times it is
reported. Varys also states that her figure is quite ‘shapely’.” The Queen
paused and looked off. Then she spoke again more softly, “I wonder if she ever
dreams of going down on a woman.” Daenerys shook her head.
“What of the House Tyrell? Tell me of this Margery Tyrell.”
“She was betrothed to my nephew, unfortunately for her. I thank you for sparing
his life, but he is a total little shit. The only reason it was not consummated
was because of his strange wasting illness that weakened him. She left and went
back to Highgarden the day you landed on Dorne.”
Tyrion then told the Queen of her thick, softly curling brown hair, large brown
eyes, unblemished skin and a slender yet shapely figure.
“This will be of note my Queen. The rumors swirl thick and fast about the
grandchildren of Olenna Tyrell - the real power of House Tyrell as we all know.
Loras is in love and actively consummating an affair with Renly Baratheon. As
for Margery, well, I am sure her precious hymen is intact but … well, she has a
bevy of cousins as her handmaidens. It is widely known that they are all
incestuous lesbian lovers … you might find in her a woman already a lover of
the female form and soul.”
He saw the Queen’s eyes flare at that news. He saw the calculation. She became
more animated.
“Anymore possible matches? I don’t know why I am going through with this…”
Tyrion heard the sadness in her voice, but the Queen’s iron will propelled her
on.
“We have the younger sand snakes of Dorne, the daughters of Ellaria Sand and
Oberyn Martell. Sarella actually is a scion of a Summer Islander captain and
Oberyn , but was raised by Ellaria as her own. They are beautiful and fierce
warriors. You might find them to your liking. They are swarthy with dark hair
and midnight eyes. They are well sculpted with muscle from their martial
training. Plus, I hear they are fierce lovers in bed. Wild in bed, actually,
but I think you might like that. They are like their parents in being bi-sexual
but with a strong leaning towards women. Though, they would be difficult to
rule, I feel.”
Tyrion smirked at the glare and eyebrow cock that brought. “I think I could
manage Imp. My tongue is quite talented.”
Tyrion had blushed hard at that.
“With Dorne… they would gladly have you marry their daughters. You would have
to contend with the rest of Westeros, but Dorne would be behind you. In fact,
you could marry Tyene, Sarella, Elia and Obella Sand all if you desired. Create
your own pride. ‘The Pride of the Storm Lands’, if you would. I hear the women
of Dorne are open to multiple partner relationships and incest obviously
doesn’t bother them. Myrcella proved that.”
Daenerys looked at Tyrion with good humor. “I think I can only handle one woman
at a time, Tyrion. I don’t know how Myrcella manages and controls all of that
estrogen. Plus, as you know King of the Breast, a woman’s pussy can take a
licking and keep purring but not from fourtongues! I wouldn’t be able to walk.”
“Are there any other maidens from the Great Houses?” Tyrion watched the Queen
chuckle at that, since she was no maiden herself.
“My house is spoken for. Myrcella is happily married to her threeQueens.” He
still marveled at the vixen. He would never have guessed the sweet, innocent
girl who left for Dorne would turn into such a lioness and bring down not one,
not two, but three wives. He sometimes had impure thoughts about it all,
wishing he could witness his niece in action.
“We have Asha Greyjoy, but I don’t think you will find that House so appealing.
She is beautiful and lusty from all accounts, though. I am sure she would
gladly marry you if only for the power and prestige. I hear her sexual stamina
is extraordinary - she is insatiable.”
Tyrion watched the Queen mull that over. “I do like my women to be sluts in
bed, that is true. I devour my women and want, no, need them to devour me in
return. I fuck all night, Tyrion.” She told him with deliberate calculation and
a twinkling in her eye. “Do you know what it feels like for a woman, when her
pussy cums that one last time after it has been crushed with, oh, I don’t know,
seven or eight orgasms? I cum so fucking hard. My cunt feels like it is on fire
and burning as it ruptures yet again. My body just goes rock hard and stiff as
crushing ecstasy burns and sears my cunt.
I love soaking my lover’s face in hot sweet cum that gushes, running up into
her hair, matting it yet again. I love seeing it run down her throat to soak
her chest and breasts while my own groin and thighs, are just as soaked. I feel
like my cunt is tearing itself inside out. I scream like I am being garroted.”
Tyrion cursed Dany, his cock bulging and throbbing in his trousers. The queen
was making him hurt and she liked it. She was chuckling loudly, watching him
move with a definite stitch. Tyrion cursed his bulging trousers.
Tyrion had finished his list of suitable women from the High Houses.
He watched the Queen walk around fidgeting. She was picking up knickknacks
eyeing them without really seeing them.
The Queen then pointedly asked about Ayra Stark. He was a little surprised.
Daenerys was a beautiful woman. Absolutely, beautiful. He would never thought
that the plainer daughter of Eddard Stark, Arya, would catch her eye.
“My Queen. Sansa is a striking beauty with long auburn hair and blue eyes. You
might think Arya is cut from the same cloth. I don’t know how to put this
delicately, but Arya is not a ravishing beauty. She has nondescript features
and straight, brown unremarkable hair. She is attractive for sure, but the
other women I have listed, like you, are ravishing beautiful. Arya is short
where Sansa is tall and shapely. She’s also quite a tomboy.” His memories went
back to Tysha, and he thought sadly of his lost love. She too had not been
blessed the beauty of Sansa or Cersei, but she had been a beauty in his eyes.
He had supplied voluptuous women to the Queen. Now he wondered exactly what her
tastes lay.
“Have you been satisfied with the women I have sent you, my Queen?”
“They were all lovely Tyrion. I love the woman I am with totally, while I am
with her. I find women to be entirely beautiful. How would you describe the
personalities of the Stark daughters?”
“Sansa is the epitome of what any Queen would want in her consort. She is
dignified and composed. She knows all court etiquette and has learned all of
the skills that any King or Queen would want.”
“And Arya?”
“She is a wild child, my Queen. When I have been at Winterfell I have heard
more than once Eddard Stark crying out ‘Arya is filled with the wolf! She
refuses all instruction!’ ” Tyrion shook his head, remembering. “She’s
definitely not what I would call Court material. She was made for the field and
wood. She would have a been great consort for the Conqueror of Essos, but not
for the Court of Kings Landing.”
“Maybe it is that ‘filled with the wolf’ that I find alluring. I have seen
Arya, I think, through Viserion’s eyes.
Tyrion was surprised at the admission.
“I found her intoxicating. The fire in her steel grey eyes. Her tight warrior’s
body. I loved the angles of her face.” She focused her eyes on Tyrion. “I find
her very attractive, Tyrion. Very attractive.” She spoke in a tone that made
Tyrion realize that from now on he was to describe Arya in only the most
appealing language.
Daenerys was turning over a lion figurine she had found on his dresser.
“Can I ask you a question, Dany?”
“Um-hmmmm.” She answered in a soft distracted way.
“What don’t you just marry whomever you choose? You are the most powerful
person in the land. You may be the most powerful ruler ever in Westeros. You
plan to change to the law of succession to allow for equal primogeniture, why
not allow for the right to marry whom you choose? Might does make right, my
Queen.”
Daenerys put the lion down and looked over at the dwarf with a sad look on her
face.
“I will have to spend most of my political capital forcing through equal
primogeniture. I won’t have any leftover for the right of same-sex marriage.
The first will cause heartburn. The second will cause fatal stomach ulcers.”
She sighed. “Tyrion, Westeros is not Dorne or even Essos. I could marry one of
the Sand Snakes or all if they insisted and make Dorne proud, but I can’t risk
the rest of Westeros rising up in rebellion. The nobles are allowed to have
their ‘unnatural’ dalliances only if they are kept in the shadows. Never in the
open. The other Great Houses would never accept it.”
“Look at Cersei,” she continued, “she chose exile rather than go back to her
father. You should have seen her face when I gave her that option. She looked
like she was walking up to the gallows.
“Jon Arryn and Stannis Baratheon are so enamored with the old ways and honor
that they look like they have sticks rammed up their ass.
“The Iron Islands believe in the tradition of Salt Wives, though they try to
hide it. That won’t stand for long, I may add.
“The Riverlands seem no better. Highgarden seems a little more progressive, but
I don’t see them willing to rock the boat.
“And of course that leaves the great Eddard Stark the Warden of the North. Can
you get any more conservative than that bunch of roughnecks and followers of
the ‘old ways’?
“I can just see me going up to him and saying I want the hand of your
daughterin marriage and not your son. The man would soil his precious armor. He
would rather die than allow such an ‘abomination’ to occur.
“Olenna may let her lesser nieces and cousins marry each other, but you saw who
Margery was given to. Even knowing Joffrey Baratheon was a fucking dip shit.
The true female scions of a Great House are always given away as chattel. I
know, Tyrion. I was one. That is the reason I am sensitive to it. I hate it but
I don’t how to change it without completely crushing the old to put in the new.
I will not do to my homeland what I did to Essos. There I was crushing a vile,
evil slave trade. Here it would be destruction just so I could marry a woman. I
will not be the Robert Baratheon of my time.”
Tyrion watched her look around his room with melancholy. She snorted. “Sansa is
so besotted with Loras. That would be like Olenna telling Eddard that his
eldest daughter was in love with Margaery rather than him.” She chuckled at her
own dark humor.
“No Tyrion. I will not fight what cannot be fought. I want peace in my realm. I
will not fight a war for a woman’s hand like Robert Baratheon did, and destroy
it in the process.”
Tyrion thought over the situation and decided he would finally present the
counter argument to Dany’s fears.
“Dany, I am going to say something and please hear me out. I don’t agree with
your assessment. You keep talking about Robert. That man thought with his
cockhead and not his bigger head. Plus, he was aggrieved with Rhaegar Targaryen
running off with Lyanna Stark, though I think the woman had sense and went
willingly.
“You are not Rhaegar. You will woo and win the heart of any woman you love. You
are fierce in battle and gentle in peace. You will be a loving wife to any
woman you choose. I know you only see the bad you have done, but you totally
overlook the much greater good.
“Sure the Great Houses of the North will bleat and whine, but go to war? I
think not. Plus, also consider this - if you marry Margery or Sansa—uhhh, Arya,
then you would bind two great houses into one which would not cause war but sow
the seeds of peace.
“Personally, I think you totally underestimate both Olenna and especially
Eddard Stark. He is a great man. True he is bound by tradition and honor, but I
have seen him flex and bend mightily for his realm and especially for his
children, and he never does anything rashly. He might surprise you.
“Please. Just consider these words.”
Tyrion truly felt sad for the Queen. She was forlorn, genuinely trapped by
expectations and traditions.
-----
A squabble was occurring between the Lord of Ships and Ser Barristan. Syrio and
Varys had reported that the North was buying huge amounts of grain from Essos.
Barristan was arguing to blockade the shipments. The Master of Ships was
whining that he needed more resources and more money - he sounded petulant to
Tyrion’s ears.     
Syrio was arguing that it would be inhuman to not allow shipments of food to be
allowed through. The innocent would be punished as much as the soldiers and
their leaders.
The men went back and forth, then finally turned to the Queen. She was worrying
her lip with her teeth. She hesitated for a minute, thinking. “Winter is Coming
to Westeros,” she said softly. “They will need that food.”
Barristan and Hugh Elicero continued to argue for a blockade, with Syrio giving
his counter arguments.
Tyrion called out in a voice of command, “We will let the grain ships pass
through to the ports of the North. The reign of Daenerys Targaryen will not be
remembered for starving its own people. Do I make myself clear?” he asked,
looking from face to face.
Barristan bowed his head. He had made his argument and lost, so for him it was
finished. Elicero looked sullen, but he would get over it.
He watched Daenerys walk back to her seat and made to hit Maester Lape who
jerked his head forward from the fake blow. He saw the smirk on Daenerys face.
The woman truly had an impish side.
 
Varys
It was finally his turn to dispense any information he had to give the Queen.
Varys had been dreading the news he was about to give next. It had been
lightened with a missive he received just before the beginning of the Small
Council meeting, but he doubted it would help.
The Queen settled down, but he knew she was about to have another reason to
show her displeasure with the Small Council.
“My sparrows were finally able to get to the docks of White Harbor and Deepwood
Motte. They were able to get a close look at some of the supposed ships from
the Free Cities.”
“And?” Lysono Saan, the Free Cities representative asked pointedly.
“They are indeed ships from the Free Cities. Most were from Tyrosh and two were
from Pentos.”
Saan jumped up out of his seat. “Give me the names of the ships from Tyrosh.
This is fucking bullshit!”
Varys looked at his sheet, starting to list them. “Fist of Sallyros, The
Piercing Fist, Drum of Doom, Harpies of Doom, Deathbringer, The Queenslayer,”
Varys paused a moment at that, seeing Daenerys’ violet eyes flare as the
representative of the Free Cities looked nervously askance at her, “and The
Portent.”
Saan immediately let the Queen know that The Queenslayer had to be an older
ship. He then paused, obviously thinking. “I can’t be certain but I am sure
that those ships were lost two winters ago in a strong storm off of the
fingers.”
“How convenient.” Daenerys sneered.
“I swear my Queen!”
“Any more great news Varys? You seem to be full of glad tidings.”
“One of my sparrows who made that report and most of the others were rounded up
and are now on a ship back to King’s Landing.” He sighed when Daenerys jumped
up out of her chair and again slammed her palms on the table top.
“Why do your spiders weave webs if they are the ones that get stuck and trapped
in them? Webs are supposed to trap their prey, not themselves!” the Queen
hurled at her Master of Whispers.
“Being a spy is always a dangerous and thankless job my Queen. I still have a
few sparrows in the North though I fear they are watched closely.”
“Of course they are.” Daenerys sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“I do believe that our good representative Lysono Saan is speaking the truth.
They are loyal. I do have many sparrows in the Free Cities and Master Illyrio
assures me that they are not restive. These ships in anchorage in the North
cannot currently be explained, I know. But they must be fakes, though I have no
proof of this - yet.
The discussion went back and forth about the vexing problem of the supposed
free ships in the North ports. Daenerys went back to her seat, fuming. She
restlessly moved her papers around on the table in front of her.
From the back side door a page came scurrying in, trying desperately not to be
noticed. He came up to Master Lape and handed him two scrolls.
Varys missed nothing and saw that the scrolls bore the seals of House Tully and
House Arryn. The Maester took them and nervously looked over at the Queen, her
violet eyes were boring into him. She too had seen the seals. These were the
two Houses most loyal to House Stark.
The Maester broke the seals and read them silently. He looked nervously over at
the Queen.
“Well, what the fuck do they say Grand Maester Lape? I grow impatient!” the
Targaryen nearly roared at him.
Varys watched the man gulp loudly. “The scroll from House Tully reads: ‘we fear
we must close the gates of Riverrrun. We stand with Eddard Stark in defense of
the Realm.’ ” His hands were shaking as Daenerys was visibly enraged. He
fumbled, trying to pick up the scroll from the Vale again. “ ‘I fear I must
close the passes to the Vale. We stand with Eddard Stark in defense of the
Realm.’ ” he read.
Varys mused that the Riverlands and the Vale had stopped any subterfuge of
their intentions. They had now declared openly for the North totally in
whatever endeavor Eddard Stark had started. They had caste their lot.
“FUCK!” Daenerys yelled, jumping up out of her chair and knocking it over. She
stepped over and ripped the scrolls out of the Grand Maester’s hands. She read
the very short messages, her hands trembling with anger. Then she made a show
of tearing the scrolls to pieces and threw them in Lape’s face, some of the
scraps hitting Solaja as well.
She moved down the table after rapping the back of Maester Lape’s head.
“Oooowwwww!” Maester Lape bleated.
“That’s for staring at my tits!”
She stormed down the table to get in front of Varys.
“Let me guess? You had no idea this was coming either, did you? What the fuck
do your spiders and sparrows do? Eat each other? Everything catches you by
surprise! … Arrrgggggggg!” the Queen raged her arms moving in short jerks.
“I fear that this news does indeed surprise me. They must be playing their
hands very close to the chest.”
“Close to the chest? You have got to be fucking me! … That does it!”
Varys wondered what insult she would think of now.
“I have decided that your sparrows are of absolutely no use. They never fucking
sing. I will gather these mute sparrows and make a big ass sparrow pie, and I
will put a big, fat bald spider on top as the garnishment!”
Varys thought that one was actually pretty good. Then out of the corner of his
eye he caught sight of Solaja Xo. She was staring at the Queen with open lust
again. Varys again wondered about the attraction of power that existed in men
and women.
Women found it intoxicating in a physical way, attaching that authority to the
allure of the person who wielded it. This was part of why the Summer Islander
was so attracted sexually to Daenerys, and this was only enhanced by the fire
and passion that the Queen was spiting in all directions currently.
Men, on the other hand, just wanted to be part of the power and attach
themselves to it, hoping that some of the power and influence flowed into
themselves, enhancing their stature and status.
Varys riposted, “yes, I hear it is a most exquisite dish that leaves a most
delicate, refined taste on the tongue.”
He watched the Queen raise an eyebrow. “Yes. I hear it tastes even better when
it has been charbroiled with the fires of three pissed off dragons.”
“If you do that my Queen, it will cause a most bitter taste in the mouth. I
think your recipe is mistaken.”
“No, I think it is correct. I will just drink some Earl Grey tea that a certain
spider will no longer be needing.”
The Queen saw the Summer Islander staring at her with ‘fuck me eyes’. “Please
not now Solaja. I am sure Maester Lape will be more than happy.”   She saw
Solaja scowl and now sulk. Great. Daenerys turned her attention back to Varys.
For some reason the Master of Coin chose that particular moment to speak up.
“All these ship deployments and troop movements are going to cost money the
treasury does not have. We must not spend money what we don’t have, lest we
make the same mistakes as Robert.”
“Please don’t tell me you just said that, Vedad Softic.” Daenerys told the
Master of Coin, pinning him with her violet gaze.
Solaja Xo’s beautiful, melodic voice broke in. “The Summer Islands will bring
more ships in to patrol along the coasts of the North. We have the resources to
help in reinforcing the blockade. Our support comes without a price tag.” the
dark skinned woman said pointedly.
Vedad glared at the woman.
Daenerys gave the Summer Islander a grateful look, feeling a little mollified.
She knew there was a reason why she had accepted this woman on her council.
Suddenly, a strident voice cut across the Small Council. “ENOUGH! This money
needs to be spent on Slaver’s Bay! I am tried of hearing all the endless bicker
over the needs of Westeros when my land languishes in need of succor and
restitution!” Draqhiz zo Gazno spoke passionately.
Varys watched the queen instantly calm and slowly turn to the representative of
Slaver’s Bay.
“Excuse me?” the silver Queen asked in a quiet, deadly voice.
The council went eerily still. Daenerys storming was not a dangerous thing, but
silent, calm Daenerys was another thing entirely.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys slowly walked toward Draqhiz. Her arms jerked, and instantly she had
two throwing daggers in her hands.
The Queen started twirling the blades between her fingers and then started to
work her wrists so the blades circled around them over and over. The Queen
moved her hands together and the blades twirled, flipping to the other hand and
then back again. Back and forth she worked them, the speed of the daggers
almost making the blades a blur before her. She continued advancing on the
Slaver’s Bay representative with a hard look in her violet eyes.
She got beside the now shaking and heavily sweating young man. She continued to
spin her daggers, not even looking at them.
“Your city preyed on the innocent and helpless for thousands of years. Where is
the restitution for that? I have started to rebuild much of the smashed
infrastructure. This work is proceeding forth at a face pace. I am doing this
out of my largesse. All are provided food and shelter no matter their past. How
often did your families help the homeless and those who were starving?”
Draqhiz zo Gazno eyes widened. Sweat began to pour down off his face. Daenerys
took one of her draggers and lightly ran the Valyrian steel down the man’s
cheek, not drawing blood but leaving a furrow in his sweat.
“You were selected to be on my Small Council, weren’t you?” the Queen asked,
drawing her dagger point around the man’s throat from jugular to jugular.
A loud whimper was heard by all as the man began to shake harder. The Queen ran
her dagger back up over his chin and circled his mouth.
“If I was to kill you and send you back in pieces they would send another
representative without hesitation, I conjecture. You agree?” The man was frozen
in terror. “DO you?” A gasp of terror, and then a feeble head shake yes.
“Good. Now that we understand each other … I do believe you will not have any
more unseemly outbursts will you?” the Queen asked Draqhiz zo Gazno.
The man shook his head ‘no’ and nearly swooned when the Queen slowly walked
back to her chair where she resumed working her daggers.
Solaja Xo spoke up next. “Your people have preyed on my people for thousands of
years. We craved only peaceful trade and you enslaved and killed us. You are
the prey now. I wonder if I should order our fleets to pay your city a visit? I
know the Queen owes my people several favors for our unswerving support. Should
I ask her for forbearance while we visit Yunkai and repay kind for kind? Should
I?”
“Please, no.” the man weakly pleaded.
“I will contemplate my request to the Queen, Draqhiz zo Gazno.” Solaja told the
quivering Draqhiz. She turned her gaze back to Maester Lape, finished with the
craven man from Yunkai.
The queen organized the scrolls in front of her. “This meeting is adjourned.”
“My Queen,” Varys spoke up, “you need to consider some marriage proposals from
Dorne and Casterly Rock.” He said efficiently.
Daenerys glared at him. He knew how this galled her.
“Not today, Varys. I already have a fucking headache. That will only give me a
migraine. The Houses are like Hyenas with all these marriage proposals. They
really just want to curry favor, power and prestige. They couldn’t give a rat’s
ass about my thoughts or desires.
“As I said, this meeting is adjourned. I need to prepare to sit in judgment on
the throne.”
Daenerys felt her stomach in a knot and her blood pumping hotly in her veins.
She felt as hot as Drogon’s scales. The sudden ratcheting up of the pressure
from Eddard Stark and his damn conspirators from the Riverrun and the Vale
combined with the influx of Ravens and the harping of the Great Houses had set
her off.
She was trying to learn to control her more volatile eruptions. But today she
had erupted like the Doom of Valeryia. She hoped that now she could calm down
by tonight and start to put her plans in action. That would make her feel
better.
Daenerys instincts never led her wrong . . . or as of yet had not led her
astray. Her gut was telling her to ignore the old Wolf. That he was playing
some strange twisted Game of Thrones that had nothing to do with taking the
Iron Throne.
Then why play it?! Therefore she must act. Tonight would begin her counter
moves to the crafty old Wolf. We will see what the old wolf truly has.
An hour later Daenerys was squirming on the Iron Throne of her ancestors. She
was cursing Aegon for his false nobility, insisting the seat of power should
never be comfortable as she felt her ass pricked yet again.
The Queen pinched her nose and snorted, shifting to a more comfortable position
on the throne.
She gave her pronouncement on the compensation for spoilage in some grain silos
that had improper humidity controls.
As she waited for the next case she reflected on Essos and her time there, and
her talk with Tyrion on the Stark daughters. She would never treat them as she
had been treated.
She was given to Drogo like a piece of meat. He raped her, and she still
carried the hurt and scars from that.
Drogo had come to her every night and raped her like she was nothing. She had
wondered if every night would be her last. Would he tire of her? Would he find
another and be done with her, and throw her out to his riders? She knew her
small body would have been quickly broken.
The continuous stress and dependence on trying to please the man who raped her
was demeaning and soul numbing. She knew instinctively she had to cooperate
completely for her survival.
Thank the gods of heaven and Earth that she had been given Doreah. She still
mourned her passing in the Red Waste. The sweet Lysene pleasure slave had
taught her how bend and then enslave the mighty Khal Drogo with her body.
Doreah had told her that any man could be brought to heel by the power of a
woman’s cunt.
Doreah had been right.
Daenerys with her new found power slowly started to mold Drogo into a man she
could rule through. He was actually open to change in many ways, surprising for
a barbarian. But, Daenerys mused, he could never have been the ruler I am. He
was too limited by his heritage.
She had formed a strong emotional attachment to the man when she felt her
continued existence depended on it, and he had given her a gift of ambition and
the desire to take back what was hers. Daenerys would at least, in this, be
forever indebted to the man.
As her power and independence grew, she came to think of Khal Drogo as more of
a mentor. And to that end, she was willing to continue fucking him.
She enjoyed the idea that it was now her rule that controlled his great
Khalasar. A woman ruling the great Khal as easily as a puppet master worked
puppets on the ends of his strings.
He never even suspected that she was the ruler and not he. She led and he
followed all the while making him think he led. She chuckled at the truth even
now.
They had an agreement. No other man could ever touch her, and Khal Drogo could
not touch the Khaleesi’s women. Daenerys smiled at the memory. He thought her
dalliances with women both amusing and arousing. He would watch Doreah and Dany
fuck exuberantly. Dany was insatiable. She would fall on Doreah like a lioness
and fuck her senseless.
Then she would fuck the Khal until he could not get it up again. Once he was
spent, Daenerys would be free to go back to Doreah and fuck her in peace until
she exhausted the sweet woman yet again.
Drogo was an adequate lover, but it had been her handmaidens that truly
pleasured her body and soul.
When Daenerys seduced Irri into her harem, Dany had thought life was perfect.
She would rule through Drogo and then through her son. She would have her
harem, and she would be happy.            Dany had many nights of seemingly
endless orgasms with her sweet harem as she added Thebi, Siwi and Halli to
their ranks. She liked her women one-on-one, letting the others fuck each other
in any combination they chose. She loved to watch them as she rested after
exhausting her current lover, waiting to take her next slut for a hot tryst.
She loved it when Drogo was busy being Khal so she could fuck her women in
peace. When Drogo’s Khalasar broke, she lost Thebi, Siwi and Halli. She still
wept sometimes at the cruel fates for that.
When Drogo had died she lost everything. She sometimes still asked herself why
she did not force him to keep Mirri Maz Duur’s poultice on his wound. The woman
had been very clear. Drogo must not remove the bandage with the poultice for
almost two weeks. The witch had warned it would itch.
Drogo was weak in many ways. He of course had removed it and Daenerys had not
forced him to put it back on. She worried. The witch had been so clear. Yet,
she did not force the issue. Drogo would have bitched and whined like the
little boy he still was sometimes, but if she had truly insisted he would have
bent to her will.
He always did.
Yet she did not. It was not worth it. She had in the end tried to save him,
wracked with guilt for not truly caring that much for him in her mind. It had
been disastrous. She lost much, but in the end gained so much more.
She sometimes missed Khal Drogo and his brutish but sometimes endearing ways.
She mourned her lost son. But that was the past. She truly mourned the loss of
her ever sweet Doreah. Never again would a man terrorize and rape her, making
her so dependent on him that in a way she would be forced to fall in love with
the man for her very survival.
NEVER AGAIN!
Her political marriage to Hizdahr zo Loraq had been a disaster. She refused to
submit to his childish and selfish male demands. Every time she lay with the
man she loathed and hated him more. His touch reviled her. She would never
again submit to a man like that. She fucked him, but did not submit one iota of
herself or her soul to the man. That had ended badly: for Hizdahr zo Loraq.
Then there had been Quentyn of Dorne. He was innocent enough in the Game of
Thrones, and very bland of body and personality. She married him, but before
she could consummate the marriage the fool boy tried to prove his worth by
corralling one of her dragons. He had died a horrible, slow death. She was
thankful in way - she had loathed his awkward touches.
She remembered the boorish Daario Naharis. He was strikingly good looking, and
his gold tooth only added to the effect. But once the physical attraction wore
off, she found him boring and could only laugh at his rakish attempts at
seduction. Many of the women around her were smitten with him. She had zero
attraction for his antics, and found him to be the epitome of male ego. She
hated that.
She did wonder though. What if she had met the man when she was younger and
much more innocent? Would she have been smitten like many of the women in her
Khalasar and in the train of her ever growing armies?   She highly doubted it,
but sometimes she wondered if another Daenerys could have ever fallen in love
with such a small man.
She had tried sleeping with a few of the mightier male warriors after her first
battles to satisfy her battle lust. Twice she tried, and twice she was left
unfulfilled. They gave her orgasms but they only stroked her desire for the
female touch. The body of a woman wrapped around her as they writhed in heated
lovemaking. She longed to have her mouth buried in a wet wanton pussy and
sucking her lover off over and over again.
Then lying back and having that woman consume her like only a woman could. Gods
she cummed so hard from a woman’s touch. Not only did her body explode but so
did her soul as she screamed in pleasure so intense it was almost agony.
Daenerys sighed. Not once in her conquest across Slaver’s Bay and the subduing
of the Free Cities did she find one openly gay marriage among the nobility or
power elite. Those relationships were only by proxy, and in the shadows. She
would not live that, she had vowed then.
Now she was not so certain. She had given up on her childish dream of proudly
having a Queen on her arm.
Westeros was no better. She shifted again. Daenerys had achieved her destiny,
but it was empty. She had reached the point she doubted she could again marry
another man. The thought made her ill. What was she to do? To have peace she
needed a consort. She hated the thought of marrying another man but her destiny
demanded it.
Dammit! Daenerys groused to herself. She sometimes toyed with the idea of a
shame marriage. But no, she would not submit a love to that. She moped,
imagining a life of hidden trysts with prostitutes and discreet courtesans.
That would be an empty life.
She hated this world that denied people to love as they saw fit. She wanted to
change the world but how? She was not about to go to war with Eddard Stark for
the right to marry one of his daughters or go to war with Highgarden so she
could marry Olenna’s granddaughter.
She had listened to Tyrion’s words but she couldn’t possibly see how they could
be true. Homosexual relationships were always in the dark closets. She was not
about to test the waters. She herself did not mind danger, but she would never
subject a woman she loved to it.
What was she do? She felt the pull of Arya Stark strongly at this moment. If
she could only get Eddard Stark to agree to letting his daughter marry her. She
would woo and win Arya’s love and then propose to her. She knew they would make
a great union, she could feel it. Her instincts always spoke true. Their love
would be true and gentle to each other.
The next case was ready. Soon Daenerys was near writhing on the uncomfortable
Iron Throne. Whorehouses were demanding additional compensation for the many
Dothraki men and women demanding their prostitutes move around on all fours
with butt plugs in their asses with long horse tails. It was time consuming to
go through these prance walk arounds and it was embarrassing when the Dothraki
wanted to copulate in public with the women having to act like mares in heat as
the Dothraki pulled on their faux tails and manes.
Daenerys wanted to scream. This was so unbelievable and trivial. I conquered
Westeros for this?! she thought, pinching her nose. And this gods damned throne
is killing my ass!
Olenna
The times were so exhilarating. Olenna had been afraid that she would never
again get to play the Game of Thrones on the grand stage. Robert’s rebellion
had been so personal and quick that she had little opportunity to play any of
the meager cards she had been dealt.
This time was so different.
She had been content of late helping her granddaughter maneuver her way around
the thorny problem of “Queen” Cersei, the cunt, and her ill begotten son.
Olenna had always been tempted to expose the truth about the children to Robert
but had declined. While Joffrey had been a royal shit in every sense of the
world but Mrycella and Tommen were quite a different matter. Both children were
sweet and beautiful to behold and deal with.
She was very happy she had stayed her hand.   Myrcella turning gay in such a
big way had been delightful. She knew that had galled the female Lannister no
end. Tommen was being trained to be in the Targaryen’s queen service. The child
longed to explore the kingdom for the Queen to quantify and log the wonders of
her realm. He was happy in his new focused studies.
She had gladly helped her granddaughter poison Joffrey with a parasitic worm
from the Ballisk Isle. While her daughter gradually killed the worms with moon
tea poorJoffrey had taken three doses of another remedy that killed the worms
but left him violently ill for short bursts. The Maesters wrote it off to his
body recovering from the strange malady that had afflicted him for over two
years.
They had clucked and wrote in their journals and had no fucking clue to the
problem. Pompous asses Olenna chuckled.
She had loved fooling the dumb shits so easily. The worms were so small they
never saw them in the boy’s royal shit.
Olenna had always had to content herself to play the Game of Thrones from the
sidelines. Never had she been allowed to play directly and openly. What could
be done from the shadows she did but to move great matters she had always had
to work through puppets.
Olenna had loved her husband but he was so stolid. If Olenna had not ruled
through her husband, and then through her son, only the gods now where their
House would be today. She had governed through them and governed well she knew.
She had never even really considered the possibility of ruling directly. She
had dreamed of that as a youth but gave up that silly dream when she became old
enough to see that would never happen.
She had contented herself on working through others and finding moths
throughout the kingdom to inform her of matters small and great. She used that
information that allowed her to craft matters of state across the land of
Westeros. Some places she had great influence and some very little. Damn that
Eddard Stark for being so honorable and thus almost untouchable.
Now Daenerys Targaryen had arrived on the shores of Westeros. Only after
shattering Slavers Bay and the Dothraki Khalasars to her will. What Olenna
found even more Earth shaking was that the woman had fought her own battles.
She remembered reading of her first battle with the Khal that had disposed her.
The reports were wild and chaotic. The important thing was that she had
triumphed.
Then starting with Qarth the woman had rolled up the Slave Cities one after
another. When she got to the “Free Cities” on the east coast of Essos Daenerys
had grown so mighty they submitted to her with only the weakest of whimpers to
her will.
The woman was someone worth bowing to. Oh how Olenna wish she was Margaery’s
age. She had never been attracted to her own sex but to be Daenerys wife she
would have gladly opened her legs wide for her Queen and buried her face into
her juicy cunt and licked away until her jaw dropped off.
She had felt that way a generation ago with Eddard Stark. Again she had wished
to be Catelyn Tully in the flush of youth. That was a man who could have been
her equal. Hell, she would have gladly bowed to him on the throne and in the
bed. He was a mighty man. She had fantasied many a night of him ramming his
manhood hard and deep into her hot tight couchie flooding her womb with his
seed.
Sigh, damn her luck the ruler of House Tyrell groused.
With Daenerys sitting on the throne so many more things were possible now.
She would make a play for the Queen through her grandchildren. The reports made
it clear the woman was a lust filled vessel. The Queen was a vessel that liked
prowling the seas of lust looking for nubile young nymphs to devour and be
devoured in return.
She had Margaery and some of her handmaidens to cover the Queen’s natural
inclinations. If the woman chose a marriage partner for political she had her
grandson and one other for that possibility. She would play all her cards.
Olenna squirmed. She was not too old to get her juices flowing. Damn she wished
again she was Margaery’s age. To be able once more to use her beauty as once
had to snare and trap her prey.
Gods she loved sex. She smirked. She would have loved to see who had the
greater sex drive: her or Daenerys. She chuckled. Can’t really have a loser in
that kind of battle.
She read over the latest scroll from a player of the Game of Thrones that
actually greatly interested her. Old memories rushed through her body. This
would be a challenge. She was not guaranteed of victory and that had her
excited for the Game of Thrones with this player.
She would see what the dice came up when she caste them in the pit.
She started to write her reply.
 
Daenerys
 
Dany was cooking a meal for the supper. The flames surrounded by stones were
blazing hotly with some dried wood they had found in a dead end canyon from a
flash flood. The wood bleached from the sun light grey. She had helped her
blood riders to bring back the flood detritus.
Her littlest blood rider beaming as she carried a small limb that looked large
against her small barely six year old body. They took the fire wood back to
their dwelling in Vaes Tolorro.
Dany now prepared the meal of a rabbit that had been shot by Rakharo that
afternoon. Dany had skinned it while Kiserri played with her “dagger” slashing
and crying out “death to the Khaleesi’s enemies! . . . Is dinner almost ready
mommy I’m hungry mommy.”
Dany ruffled her child’s hair and told her it was almost ready.
Soon the rabbit and herbs were ready and the Khaleesi ate a simple fare with
her daughter. She cut the meat into small chunks for the girl who ate the
tender juicy meat happily snuggling into her mother.
After dinner the little girl kept trying to tickle the Khaleesi with her
“ticklers” and crawling all over Dany trying to make her mother giggle. “How
many times do I have to tell you Kiserri that I am not ticklish.”
Daenerys put the girl on her back on the furs and assaulted her daughter with
her own ticklers. The little girl squealed and cried out “What did I do to you!
I’ve done nothing! What did I do! Why are you attacking me!” and the little
girl squealed more.
Dany would relent not taking it too far with her tickling making sure that it
did not become unpleasant for her daughter.
Kiserri attacked again and again squealing “What did I do to you!” when her
mother eventually counterattacked.
Dany went to sleep with Kiserri snuggling into her side.
Kiserri woke up shaking Daenerys’s shoulder. She kept shaking her.
“Khaleesi wake up . . . wake up.”
“Wh-What . . . What is wrong baby?” Daenerys responded to her daughter fuzzy
headed.
“Wake up Daenerys . . . “
“What is wrong Kiserri?”
“Oh . . . No my Queen it is Missandei”
Daenerys Targaryen woke up groggily.
She looked at Missandei with sad eyes. She missed her little girl so much.
The interpreter knew to get the Queen focused on the matters at hand. The
Queen’s maudlin moods were always suppressed and chased away when she was
governing and working to better her realm.
The Queen woke up fully and sat up yawing looking around.
“My Queen it is twenty minutes till our Clatch of Confidents meeting. Aggo,
when he had to open the door for the servants to bring in food and drink for
the meeting when you did not answer, he saw you sound asleep and had one of the
Unsullied sent to fetch me. He knew you would want to be prepared for the
meeting.
Dany looked at the chair that had been setup for Strong Belwas. Missandei’s
caracal was lying on it waiting for her friend and co-locust aficionado to
arrive and share. The cat meowed and closed its eyes going to take a cat nap.
The Queen smiled at her loyal friend. Missandei helped the Queen take off her
clothes and handed her a fresh set of her Small Council grab of tight fitting
silk trouser that hugged her hips tight and showed off her tight ass and the
cut showed her little camel toe.
Missandei smiled at the Queen using her femininity to seduce all around her.
The Queen and Missandei had long passed the stage of them seeing each other as
objects of potential lust. They saw each other as only long trusted friends and
confidents. She helped the Queen put on her blouse top.
“Come to the dresser. Let me put your hair in a braid Dany.”
They went to the bench in front of the mirror over the dresser.
“You were in rare from today O Queen. The dragon was truly raging.”
Daenerys winced inside remembering how Viserys used that phrase. “Yes . . . I
guess I was. I am just so wound up with that damn Eddard Stark playing this
twisted Game of Thrones. It makes no sense. He provokes me for now reason. None
of his actions accomplish anything but pissing me off.”
“Maybe he wants your attention”
“He definitely has it!” the Queen groused.
The Queen sat at her dresser while her interpreter brushed out her long flowing
platinum hair. Normally the Queen like to put some wave in her hair or have her
servants put interwoven braids in but there was no time. Missandei did a quick
braid of the white locks and tied a ribbon into the tail.
There was a knock at the door. The rest of the members of the Queen’s inner
circle were arriving. Missandei went to open the door and opened it. Tyron came
strolling in with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked up at his co-
analyst and smiled.
“Nice to see you again so soon Missandei” the dwarf spoke to his friend.
“You honor me O Lion of Lannister” the interpreter opined.
The dwarf did a quick take at the Queen but did not see a smirk. Maybe his
secret was safe.
“Yes. I may be short of stature but my roar is fierce! I fear nothing!”
“Not even a certain lioness in Dorne who is training hard every day with
visions of a certain brother behind her eyelids every night as she goes to
sleep thinking of ways to skin a certain Lion of Lannister?”
Tyrion’s eyes went large and he muttered looking over his shoulders
reflectively and moved off “I definitely need a body guard . . .”
Missandei smiled back at her Queen who returned the smile.
The rest of the “confidents” arrived. Strong Belwas smiled seeing the goat
cheese concoction he loved. The Queen now had a batch prepared for him for each
meeting. Belwas went to his chair smiling and sat down expectantly. Daenerys
and Missandei spread three blankets out and covered the big bald and not so
pretty eunuch. They then tucked him in. He smiled up at them beaming like a
child that made the women’s hearts clutch in love for the big simple and in
many ways innocent man. Belwas patted his lap and Shadowclaw jumped up onto his
lap and quickly nested down.
Belwas reached over grabbing several locusts from his pail on the small table
beside his chair and handed one to his friend. Cat and eunuch ate happily
before the roaring fire.
The women liked mothering the eunuch. He so appreciated it and preened under
their love.
The rest of her Clatch partook of the food spread in the center of the table by
the back wall that was used to serve the food from prepared in the kitchens
just for these meetings. The Confidents made ham or beef biscuits of flakey
bread slavered in butter. They put cubes of cheese along with various berries,
cherries, melons and slices of oranges, pears and peaches.
They took their fare to the meeting table off to left of the room underneath
the big windows that were closed to keep out the chill air.
They ate in companionable silence and small talk laced with banter. The meal
was quickly consumed. They put their plates back on the food table.
Daenerys spread out two maps. One showed the east coast of the North in great
detail. The second map showed the path of the Kings Highway from King’s Landing
on its journey to Castle Black.
“You have been briefing me during our regular Clatch meetings and we have been
preparing the Small Council that the time of action was coming soon.”
“Now is the time to begin to act.
“I had shown you where I propose to form beachheads in the North. The Southern
most one was to be near Oldcastle five leagues to the East. But your council to
move it north to ten leagues South of Ramsgate was sound. I agree Barristan,
this gives us more room to maneuver in whichever direction becomes necessary.  
“The other two on the Bay of Seals just below the new gift line on the map and
the last just to the South of the Weeping Water River will give us good
strategic way points to pivot in any direction.
“I know you think I should put all my forces below Karhold but I disagree. If
Eddard is indeed facing a threat from the North I want to be able to move
quickly to assist if necessary. I will cover all my bases. I have my landing in
in Bay of Seals for that possibility.
“As you know I sent Viserion to Braavos with Barristan to relay word of the
beginning of my response to the provocations of Eddard Stark. They are sending
scout parties. They are setting sail to go the beaches we have selected and
plumb the coves we have selected. They will find safe passages through any
undersea rocks, shoals and sandbars. They will get readings on the local tides
and the means between low and high tides.”
While the preparations for the sailing of the scouting expeditions were
happening I flew to the North under cover of darkness with Drogon and Rhaegal
to drop off scouting and mapping parties. They are looking for fords at the
rivers in the vicinities of our landing beaches. They are marked on the maps
but I must be sure. I am also having them scout the local populace for their
demeanor and looking for locations to bivouac our troops.
“These men are from the north or their parents are from the North. They have
the look of Northmen and their dialect. Varys and Barristan have questioned
these men for their loyalty. They are confident of their loyalties and
therefore I am confident in these men. They will pass as for visiting Northmen
with the cover stories we have given them.”
“I recently had an epiphany on an ability that I had not thought of with my
dragons. Instead of flying back and forth I now realize I can simply have a
person talk to my dragons and I will listen. My dragons do not understand the
words and I have to concentrate past the noise of their not understanding but I
can understand the reports.
This will save time and effort for any riders. I am giving my dragons free
range through the valleys and high mountains of the Vale. They will fly down in
turns to the mapping parties and give me reports.
“The scouts have discovered that the populace has only been told that they are
to mobilize. They have been told that the threat is not from the South. Of
course this is good news. It allays my fears to some degree but does not
extinguish them. The local populace are unsure of their final destination. They
are finishing their last harvests in a rush as we are.
“Fords have been located and ample space to establish my camps mapped out.”
“My ships in the cities in Essos are being outfitted and put in full trim to
come back to Westeros and put a strengthened blockade up and prepare to begin
to transporting my troops North from the South of Westeros and begin the
transport of my mercenary companies I had left in Essos and those unfortunately
I felt safe enough to send back to Essos. They will be turning around and
coming back now.
“The mercenaries are happy since they are being paid to simply sail. I am
bringing over ten brigades of my best and most loyal Dothrak. The concept of
regimentation is strange to them but once they are formed up they will be our
light cavalry and raiders in our enemies rear if they develop.
“The ports of King Landing, Dragonstone, Storms End, Griffin's Roost and all
ports south down to the ports of Dorne’s eastern coast will be full of ships.
Tyrion and Missandei I want to have all the harbormasters prepared. I want all
lighthouses fully operational and all buoys deployed properly in all shipping
lanes and in top shape. I will have not have ships striking shoals or sandbars.
“I will most displeased if incompetence cost me any ships of my navy
gentlemen.”
“Missandei I want a schedule set up for the ships to deploy to what harbor and
when. You are very good with algebra. Work out the derivatives and set the
schedules and I will have them flown by raven or dragon to the cities of Essos.
“Syrio I want you to meet with Hugh Elicero tomorrow and lets find out the
exact state of our navy. I want all my fighting ships in top fighting form. If
he needs to send ships to the fleet yards let’s get that done now. If merchant
ships are scheduled and no slips are free we will bump ships out of their slots
for repair. My navy has priority. I will give them vouchers for first right to
a birth in the shipyard once the navies needs are met. I will give them a ten
percent subsidy to any repairs. If any merchant does not understand the need
for this have them contact me. I will show them the necessity in a manner I am
sure they will understand.
“Also leave word at the shipyards that if major battles are fought to have
their slips available. My navies must remain strong and ready for combat.
”Tyrion and Missandei, you both have done excellent work with the information
that was provided by the constituencies that are loyal to me. We now have the
counts necessary to plan for the logistics of our move North.
“Missandei has done some algebraic equations to predict the amount of food
necessary to support the populace through a year of a protracted winter. That
leaves roughly fifteen percent of the last three years grain harvest that we
can use for march north.
“Whatever war we may fight it will be short and violent I feel. We will march
north and conqueror our enemies and put an end to the threat to my realm.
Barristan spoke up “You plan on marching to the wall don’t you my Queen.”
“That I don’t know Barristan. Something is motivating the most honorable man I
have heard or dealt with to act in near treasonous manners. If he is in fact
plotting against me I will crush him on the field of battle. If he is preparing
for some other foe I will join him.”
“But there is no foe beyond the wall except the Wildlings and they are not a
military threat truly even to Eddard. He must be planning sedition though I
cannot believe it.”
“We will find out soon enough my old friend.”
Daenerys took a drink of water.
“Syrio. The reaping of crops this far South should be finished next week. I
want you put into motion the plans for training that you and Barristan have
developed. I want ravens sent out tomorrow on how we want the conscripts
trained. I want them well trained. They will be support forces that will give
our cavalry the backbone to charge into the enemy and widen and exploit the
breeches we will make with our horse and armor.
“We will not be sacrificing our foot forces needlessly. Our tactics shall be
combined force maneuver. We will use our foot, cavalry, navy and my dragons in
concert to overwhelm and shatter our enemies.
“Tyrion and Missandei” they looked at her with their bodies leaning forward
anxious to be given their next directives. “With the forces we will be moving
north with we will need transport for our supplies. I want the wagon wrights to
begin making the wagons necessary to transport the food, clothing, shelter,
weapons and sapper gear and material we will need for our expedition to the
North.
“In the past the armies marching in Westeros tended to "live off the land".
This will not be so in my marches. I will not have my forces scrounge and steal
from the local populace on our move north. All this does is make the local
populace hate the army supposedly defending them. I will not make my subjects
face starvation after my army comes through and confiscates all the foodstuffs.
“Also, all this scrounging will always take time away from the marches. This
looting prevents consistent movement. Ones armies tended in the past to not
have sufficient carriage for more than a couple of days of food, before the
armies had to go scrounging again.
“This realistically, reduced your march to ten to fifteen miles per day on
average, over standard terrain. In wet weather, you'd be lucky to move five
miles per day.
“We will use tactics I developed on my campaigns into the interior of Essos.
“Our move north will be a long term marching - a couple of weeks to get to the
border of the Stormlands and then the full march potentially up to the wall.
This will take months. If necessary the cavalry can sprint to a local
objective.
“I plan on transporting half to three quarters of our foot by ship but cavalry
needs troop support so one quarter at least will march up the King’s Highway.
“The King’s Road is in good shape. Our army will be able to travel about three
miles an hour for about eight hours each day. We could no more but the human
body starts to break down I have found if the daily marches are extended beyond
this range. This means we should be able to march about twenty-five miles a
day.
“Normally our baggage train would be our limiting factor having to keep to that
pace. We will not use oxen for our wagons. They cut our speed down too much. An
ox can only pull a loaded wagon at two miles an hour for about five hours
before becoming exhausted. That is only ten miles a day.
“With horses or mules as draft animals, our speed will be increased. The only
problem is the need for five horses or mules to replace two oxen. Then the
limiting factor is the speed of a walking man. The horses could go about four
miles an hour for about eight hours. That makes thirty-two miles but our
infantry could only go about twenty-five miles in a day.
“We do not have enough horses to haul all the supplies of this army all the way
to the wall in a timely manner without exhausting the animals. I will not
sacrifice horses needlessly.
“Let us pray it doesn’t rain.
“An all mounted force could go further of course. My plan is to have the
cavalry march last and catch up with our troops at the borders of the
Riverlands.
“Missandei and Tyrion are putting together a list that will be used to setup up
camps every twenty-five miles along the King’s Highway. These camps will start
to be setup as we train the conscripts for combat.
“This will allow us to use the horses and mules available in a more efficient
manner. I want to reduce the baggage train as much as possible. They will
always string an army out on its marches.
“We will have a larger camp setup at intervals of every fifth day’s journey
from the last large camp. Here the troops will be feed extra rations and given
a chance to eat more hearty fare. I want meat at these stops. The men will take
a day off on their march before we move further up the King’s Highway.
“We are moving up to meet an enemy that is waiting for us. We have time. I do
not want my army arriving and have foot blisters and sores, pulled muscles,
shin splints and sore ligaments. I want my army well fed and bedded down each
night.
“I want my troops fresh and ready to fight with one hundred percent effort when
and if we go war. It will accomplish nothing to arrive at our destination with
an exhausted and broken down corps of foot soldiers.
“Last my dragons have been watching the Riverlands. The local populace being
tapped for military duty are already moving north. They are not training
locally but moving up to Riverrun or some seem to be moving towards the North
already.
“Barristan, I think this means that they are leaving the way open to the North.
Do you concur?”
“It would seem so. I would guess they will amass as much force as possible to
fight us in a decisive battle. They know that they now, with your vast superior
numbers and having dragons, that they will need to fight us on a large scale
maneuverer battle. We will overwhelm them otherwise.”
“I concur. We will continue to observe from on high but if it holds up with
their rapid movements to the North I will start to build camps up through the
Riverlands and as far into the North as I can reach without undo risk. As we
move further north we will be more and more on guard and therefore slow our
advance.”
“Tomorrow we will brief the small council of my decisions. We and they are
ready to prosecute our grand adventure. Do we speak with one voice?” the Queen
turned to look at each of her Clatch of Confidents and friends.
She saw only steely resolve.
“It is time we begin to march to war. We will be victorious. I assure you.”
“This I swear to you all at this table; Daenerys Targaryen wins her wars.”
 
Missandei
Missandei watched her Queen grimace and scowl in the Small Council room. Then
she had watched her Queen squirm on the Iron Throne fuming while she ruminated
over all the things she had to be right on to protect her realm. Then the
complaints Dany had to hear today. She wondered how any ruler put up with so
many trivial and inconsequential cases.
Missandei had always known of her Queen’s personal desires for other women. She
felt so sorry for Dany. She had no one to go home to. The men who wanted a wife
had them. A woman to go home to share her burdens with. A confidante that
Daenerys could discuss ideas with and go over concerns that were on her mind.
The Queen needed a lover to give her support, succor and physical pleasure.
Dany had no one.
She needed a Queen on her arm. She wondered why Daenerys was so timid on the
issue. She was passionate and vital in the defense of others, but did not come
to her own defense. Daenerys Targaryen was bending and changing the world to
her will. She was making it a better world. She had in three years shattered
and destroyed the slave trade.
She had freed Missandei from bondage.
She had found a way to conqueror Westeros without bloodshed. Like her Queen,
Missandei trusted that this Eddard Stark did not want war. She sensed his
greatness. He was a man who could compare to her Queen - he was the only one.
She should demand the right to marry whomever she wished and bend the realm to
her feet. Daenerys deserved the right to love freely!
Missandei sighed. Would her own love ever appear? Would her woman ever appear
to sweep her off her feet and make Missandei her Queen?
Later that night in the privacy of her private chamber, Missandei contemplated
the Queen’s dilemma again and in greater depth now that she had some quiet.
Missandei remembered Hirrome Yhari, a mighty warrior from the Black Cliffs. She
and Daenerys had been passionate lovers. The woman was tall and lean and quite
beautiful. Dany had found her scars quite alluring, and she loved the woman’s
rough and calloused hands.
Dany had started to fall in love with the warrior, but the woman soon left
looking for new conquests. Daenerys had been shocked that a woman could treat
another woman like that.
Missandei had had her fears from the beginning. Hirrome was hardened and
embittered by her violent life. She did not want that to happen to Daenerys,
but feared that if she could not find a good woman to love her that it might.
Dany’s life would slowly drain out of her and make her shallow and hollow.
Missandei knew that Dany needed a woman who was both fierce and combative and
yet still sweet and innocent at her core.
Does such a woman exist for the Queen? Missandei wondered.
Missandei thought of the great houses. One of them must have a woman that could
meet the Queen’s needs and desires.
She thought of House Tyrell with Margaery. The red rose with thorns. Dany liked
danger. Maybe Margery would be a good match. She had read that the young woman
was definitely adroit at court and quite savvy. Her beauty was legend. She
could see Dany devouring the woman and making her body move hard in the throes
of sweet passion. Oh please Missandei, stop being such a wuss. Missandei
started over. Dany sucked Margery off making the nubile beauty writhe and
jackknife violently in orgasm. Margrey’s screams deafening. Her wet
womanhood—arrrggg -wet cuntsoaking Dany’s face.
She next thought of house Lannister with their regal lions. True, Myrcella was
already married. To three women! What would one do with more than one wife?
Dany had an insatiable appetite for the female body. She had heard so many
women throughout Essos scream in the throes of passion in the Queen’s bed.
Maybe four women could keep her womanhood satisfied. Damnit stop that! No
wonder I’m still a virgin. Keep her pussy -her cunt satisfied.
House Baratheon had no likely consorts. Too bad, Missandei thought, getting
into the swing of things. She bet any potential maids would be horny. She
chuckled, thinking of the Great Stag’s horns.
She mused on the house of Martell. A spear though the heart of the sun. That
house had potential in several ways. Myrcella had her Pride of Dorne but that
did leave six other Sand Snakes, though she felt the first two were too old for
the Queen. Missandei was intrigued by the open bisexuality of the women and
their willingness to break the taboo of incest, as if they were Targaryen. It
was titillating. My god what it would be like to have that many women in one
bed making love—fucking- dammit! To have so many mouths sucking your cunt to
orgasm over and over.
Missandei was starting to get worked up.
Her thoughts turned to the House of Greyjoy. Their seal was an ugly Kracken,
which was unappealing. She had read of, Asha though. She was a comely woman
with a voluptuous body.   Her tits and ass made to be mauled and bitten,
Missandei reasoned. God I bet her cunt would be so plump and heavenly to bury
my face in! To feel her sitting on my face grinding her swollen cunt in my
mouth as she cummed so fucking hard! Filling my mouth with her sweet hot cum!
Missandei had read many tomes on women and sex. She could almost feel Asha’s g-
spot underneath her fast rubbing fingertips and her cunt exploding as the
woman’s twat gripped her rubbing fingers in a vice grip. The woman shrieking as
hard spasms ripped her body making the woman feel like her womb would ripe out
her belly.
Missandei was beginning to breathe hard.
Next Missandei thought of the Vale and its banner of the Eagle. She did not
know of any high princesses but she was sure that the vale must be full of
comely young maidens- no no, wanton sluts- that she could devour and make cum
over and over as she fingerfucked them and sucked them off to screaming
orgasms. She would revel in feeling her face soaked in their hot cum as their
cunts gushed sweet cum all over her face again and again. Her own cunt would
soak their faces in her howling orgasms. Her pussy grinding into their hot
devouring mouths.
Missandei got up from her desk and moved over to her bed sitting on it. Her
eyes were hot and her nipples were stiff and throbbing. Her full C cup tits
were rising and falling with her now labored breathing.
Next was House Tully. A trout. A fish sigil could make some wary, but it didn’t
matter! She wracked her brain but could think of no highborn comely sluts from
the riverlands. She would prowl the land herself, finding willing, sweet, pale
minor princesses. She would grind her black cunt into their pale white faces
and revel in seeing them wildly, passionately eating her out. Their hands would
grip her ass cheeks as Missandei got up on the balls of her feet and swept her
aching wet quim up and down on their insanely hot, skilled, gobbling mouths.
Her cunt would explode and send scalding waves of ecstasy crashing through her
petite body.
She would lie soaked in cum and sweat, and her lover would crawl up her body
and mash her pretty pink pussy down on her face and grind up and down her mouth
as Missandei rammed her tongue so deep up her hot love box and then she would
try to suck the slut’s clit down her throat. Gods Missandei would drink down
every sweet drop of her cum nectars. Her mouth would overflow with hot cum and
soak her face and throat like the slut she longed to be.
Missandei’s gown was nearly ripped off her body as the scribe flopped down on
her back putting several pillows underneath her head and her hands started
working her aching breast—tits- and one had moving south to her sopping wet
cunt rubbing her drooling slit and clit.
Houses—Houses any more Great Houses? She shied away from House Targaryen
because she thought of Dany as her mother … another house? Yes. House Stark. Oh
gods yes!
Sansa and Arya. She would take either one. No! She would take both!
Missandei’s body was bucking her cunt up into her rubbing fingers as her other
hand pinched and twisted her throbbing dark brown nipples in turn.   The
pressure sent hot bolts of ecstasy shooting straight to her clit.
She could feel her almost sixteen year old body on fire. She used to be able to
control her sexual urges, but no more. She was a masturbating fiend now. She
was masturbating every night, repeatedly.
She thought of Sansa with her red head between her brown legs and sucking on
her shaved smooth cunt. She could so easily imagine the beauty sucking her
rigid, aching clit into her mouth and rolling it with her tongue. Missandei’s
hips were jerking up off the bed now her fingers drilling up and down her slit
and jacking over her clit.
Missandei’s breathing ragged and hoarse.
She envisioned Arya first cupping and then burying her pale face between her
brown, heaving tits and kissing them while leaving shiny love bites. Arya would
move up to suck hard on Missandei’s throbbing, aching nipples back and forth.
Missandei pinched and jerked up on her nipples, tenting her areolas.
Sansa would suck Missandei’s clit nearly down her throat, while Arya would grip
her left full tit with both hands and maul it as she sucked thirstily on the
thick, throbbing teat.
Missandei had no chance against such passion. Her cunt exploded as her womb
constricted and tried to rip out her sweat soaked flat stomach.
"Mnnnngggeeee! Oh! Mnnnggeeee! Anngghh! OOHHNNGGMMYYIIIEE!" she suddenly
roared, her body flipping and jackknifing violently on the bed. Hot gushes of
cum flooded out of her hard spasming cunt. “Oh oh hhnngg hhnnn hhnngg,”
Missandei pressed harder on her throbbing clit with her rubbing fingers, her
other hand twisting and pinching her nipples in turn as scalding pulses filled
them with red hot heat and arrows shot straight to her shrieking clit.
"Ungghhhmmmnnggiieeeee! Mnngghhieeeeeeee! Mmmnnnhhhiieeeee!" Missandei screamed
as a second orgasm exploded over the top of the first one.
Missandei was on fire.
Several hours later Missandei rolled onto her side, finally totally exhausted.
The bed was a wreck again, the sheets half on the floor and only the gods knew
where all the pillows were.
Missandei had a lazy smile on her face, and a happy pussy. Her kitty cat was
exhausted. She could not move. Her pussy was so sensitive. She loved that worn
out feeling in her swollen muff. It was all nice and shiny and darker shade of
brown in exhausted satisfaction.
She hoped she had no scribe duties in the morning. Her fingers were so tired
and her wrists ached.
In her thoughts she had given in and even fucked sluts from House Targaryen.
The three headed dragon. She loved seeing their white hair and violet eyes
between her legs eating her out or cupping her body to theirs as they looked
into Missandei’s face up close as they finger fucked her to hard orgasm. The
women smiled as they saw Missandei’s eyes flare again in helpless pleasure,
urging the teenager from Naath to scream. Her cunt wrenched itself apart with
shocking convulsions, tearing her quim inside out, scalding the small black
girl with wailing ecstasy.
Missandei loved feeling her body soaked in cum and sweat. Her bed was covered
in big dark wet spots from her gushing cum. She still felt sweat trickling down
her satiated body. She felt like such a wanton slut. A slut any high borne or
powerful woman would crave to have as her wife.
Which house would be the best for her Queen?
Huummmmmm.
She liked House Lannister and Stark. Their sigils were cute and cuddly. Yes, a
princess from either of those houses would do she thought with a yawn. Hell,
maybe, both she thought with an evil grin her eyelids drooping.
As drifted off to sleep she wondered what the scurry maids thought of her
wrecked bed every morning and the smell of pussy thick in the room.
She had noticed that the maids had gotten most attentive. She had started with
one maid but now four maids worked in her room every morning. They always made
sure to come early when she was still getting out of bed and preparing for the
day. In fact this morning there had been six tripping over themselves
pretending to work. All asking if they could do anything for her.
Missandei sighed going to sleep. She was saving herself for someone. She would
come. She would come.
 
Chapter End Notes
     AN # 1: Next chapter will start a four chapter arc I unofficially
     call "Dany in the Desert". This will explain the events that
     transformed Dany from GOT to the Daenerys Targaryen of my story. It
     will show the start of her conquests.
     AN # 2: For fans of The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant there will be a
     blend in of various characters. Ur-viles will figure prominently.
***** Sin In The Desert *****
                                  Chapter 15
                               Sin in the Desert
                                Five years ago
    Daenerys / Syrio Feral / Daenerys / Syrio / Barristan Selma / Daenerys
Daenerys
The breeze felt cool on her face in the early morning light. The young Khaleesi
stood on the wall near her abode in Vaes Tolorro. She looked down the hidden
canyons surrounding her small encampment, and felt like she was surrounded by
bones. She felt nearly as lifeless after her great losses.
They had been in this lost city full of bones and death for almost three
months. They were slowly changing that as best they could, bringing life back
to the crumbling ruins, but it was slow going. Daenerys pondered her future.
Should she try to make a home here, or press on?
She was so unsure. She felt so lost. She had lost everything with the death of
Khal Drogo, his Khalasar fading into mist, and her hated enemy Jhaqo taking
what little she had left. She swore she would get her revenge. The breeze
picked up, making her platinum tresses flutter in the strengthening wind.
Daenerys watched her dragons flying, their bodies quickly growing and muscles
strengthening. At least she still had them. Sometimes she felt so alone. It
caused her to shiver even as the air heated.
She had dreamed of Doreah and Irri again last night. She still wept bitterly,
thinking about how her sweet Lysene pleasure slave turned lover had died so
miserably, her beautiful hair coming out in clumps as her body became emaciated
and gaunt. She had died in her arms. Such an innocent. She did not have the
iron will that the Dothraki and Daenerys had.
She had just turned fourteen, and yet she was stronger in many ways than her
Bloodriders. They were stronger of body, true, but it was her will that led.
She looked out over the red desert surrounding her small kingdom.
Daenerys snorted at the sad reality. The mighty scion of the House Targaryen;
the Queen of a desolate waste. She had established this small community, and
they had found water and food enough to support their small numbers, but that
was not enough.
Daenerys was hunted. She had foiled two attacks already, but she wondered how
long before she was set upon like a lone deer by a pack of snarling wolves.
Jorah Mormont had saved her the first time. Irri’s love for Siwi had saved her
the second time. They had just started their trek into the red waste when the
delightful girl had suddenly reappeared from out of the waste. She was so tired
and haggard, but she, Doreah and Irri had welcomed her with open arms. They
were ecstatic to see her return.
They had asked her of Thebi and Halli. Siwi begged off any knowledge of them,
saying she had slipped out of the picket line of Khal Jhaqo and followed her
trail into the desert.
Daenerys now wondered why she did not question Siwi’s seeming lack of interest
in two of her harem mates. She almost seemed to not to feel anything for them.
Where had she learned tracking skills? When they asked Siwi the most innocuous
of questions the girl demurred, or said she was still exhausted from her
ordeal.
Oh gods. Daenerys thought bitterly. How could I have been such a fool? The girl
that had been Siwi was evasive, where the true Siwi had been totally open and
loving. Daenerys had put it off to Siwi’s ordeal, as all around her were
suffering greatly.
It was three nights after Siwi’s return that she, Irri, Doreah came to their
lost love. They slowly took her to their tent that was pitched a distance away
from the remaining Khalasaar. The tent floor was filled with soft furs for
their lovemaking. Daenerys, Doreah and Irri were trembling with lust for their
lost love. Siwi came willingly enough, and she said she wanted them so badly
but Daenerys kept feeling something was off. Despite this, she had ignored it
with her raging lust coursing through her veins. She licked her lips, wetting
them in anticipation.
In the Khaleesi’s tent, Irri had pulled Siwi down so they were on their knees,
and Irri had embraced Siwi heatedly and kissed her. Doreah moved in, naked and
already pressing her full breast into the woman’s upper back while her wet cunt
ground into the woman’s lower back. Irri pulled Siwi tight to her own body.
Suddenly, Iiri pushed Siwi away from herself. “This is not Siwi!” she screamed.
Daenerys and Irri had started to keep daggers close at hand since they had
started their trek away from their former home, and Irri desperately lunged for
the dagger she kept to the side of their sleeping furs.
Irri never made it. Siwi suddenly had a long, curved knife in her hand and was
on Irri in an instant. She pulled Irri’s head back and slit her throat from ear
to ear. The sound of her gurgling sucking breath was loud in the tent. Blood
sprayed from her cut arteries and severed trachea.
Doreah was not a fighter, but she tried to get fistfuls of the woman’s hair.
The false Siwi reached back and grabbed a handful of Doreah’s beautiful,
wheaten hair, and jerked her cruelly forward, causing her head to ram into
Daenerys’ travelling chest. The blow stunned the former pleasure slave, her
moans mewling.
The woman who was and was not Siri started to turn to finish Daenerys. She must
have thought Daenerys would be an easy kill. Her body went rigid when Daenerys
buried her long dagger into the side of her neck.
The woman cried out in pain, and jabbed Daenerys’ upper chest with her free
palm, tearing the Khaleesi’s grip from the dagger handle as the woman jerked
her body to gain separation from the Khaleesi. Daenerys stumbled down to her
side, rolling over onto her back. The woman staggered up to her feet and leaned
sideways, unsteady as blood flowed heavily down the side of her neck. She
lunged down at the Khaleesi, her dagger coated red with Irri’s blood.
Daenerys, in desperation, rolled to the right. The wounded woman assassin
thudded down onto the floor of the tent. She lashed out with her knife. Her
blade cutting along Daenerys’ side, blood welling out of the shallow wound. The
assassin grunted, levering herself up as blood started to flow down her neck in
a red stream. The woman breathed heavily several times, and then lunged up onto
her knees with a surge of adrenaline-fueled strength.
Daenerys lunged forward with a fire poker she had managed to grab. The woman
jammed the tip of the poker down, and Daenerys’ body slammed into the weakening
woman. They grunted as they rolled around on the furs. The woman got up on top
of Daenerys, breathing raggedly and pulling her arm back to bury her blade in
Daenerys’ heart.
The Khaleesi’s arm whipped up. With the fire poker still in her hand, the shaft
of metal landed hard into the skull of the assassin with the sound of a wet,
solid impact. The woman staggered again, and gritted her teeth. Daenerys rolled
her body, sending the woman onto the floor.
Daenerys whipped her arm down, the poker slamming into the side of the woman’s
head. The blow jammed the assassin’s head into the furs as she tried to lever
her body up. Again and again Daenerys struck her fire poker into the woman’s
head, as blood began to splatter.   Daenerys did not stop striking until the
fire poker slipped out of her tired, cramping fingers.
She sobbed heavily while she gasped for breath. She rolled over to Irri but she
was long gone, her body covered in her blood. Daenerys closed her sightless
eyes. She went over to Doreah on shaky limbs and checked her lover. The woman
had a large knot on her head, but she would be alright.
Daenerys crawled to the flap of her tent. She had selected a remote location
for their lovemaking keeping her Blood Riders on the perimeter of their camp.
Why?! They were Dothraki. She should have wanted to make love before her
Khalasar.
Daenerys gasped when she looked back down at Siwi; except it was not Siwi. The
person Daenerys looked down on was instead a middle-aged woman with auburn
hair, her features soft and rounded rather than the sharp angles that were
trademark of the Dothraki. This woman had pale skin and not the bronze hue of
the Dothraki.
Daenerys shook her head, her thoughts returning to the present. She was hunted.
The forces of Robert Baratheon still wanted her dead. He was going to prosecute
the potential threat to his throne with maximum force.
Daenerys had sent out her three blood riders earlier. She was worried, they
should have returned already. She could not bear to lose them too, after her
loves had already been so cruelly taken from her. To lose her Blood Riders in
the red wastes would be her undoing. The losses she had already suffered to get
here had been egregious.
She climbed off the wall and back down to the courtyard where she was met by
her new bodyguard. Kiserri took her duties very seriously, as the six year old
fingered her little dagger she had in her belt. “Did you see any enemies?” the
girl asked, fingering her dagger more closely.
“No. There are no assassins for you to kill, my sweet little Blood Rider.”
“I am not so little. I am almost six now!” the girl proclaimed proudly.
The Khaleesi ruffled the little girl’s hair affectionately.
Soon after, Daenerys, Kiserri and Jorah Mormont were eating a light late
breakfast of eggs and figs. They enjoyed the meal in companionable silence.
Daenerys was chewing on a fig as she thought of her current situation. “What do
you think we should do, Jorah? I grow uneasy staying here. My enemies are still
seeking my death. How much longer will be we safe here?”
“Khaleesi, we should be safe for a time yet. The assassin was working alone,
else, another attempt would have been made. We are in the middle of this gods
forsaken waste. We wandered here with no clear path for anyone to follow. We
are lost in this hot, arid hell. How can we be found if we are lost? We are
safe, Dany.”
Daenerys stiffened slightly at the over-familiar use of her nickname, but
allowed it. She needed the man.
“I wonder. I am lost in these endless painted canyons and dry wadi. The red
comet - I was sure it was a portent of my righteous destiny” she said,
referring to the red comet that had appeared after the birth of her dragons, a
seeming a herald of Targaryen destiny and future might. Comets and the color
red were great symbols of power in Valyrian lore.
The loss of so many of her Khalasar in the desert had made the Targaryen wonder
now. The death of Doreah and then Irri had sapped her will and confidence. All
was gone except for her Blood Riders, and Jorah Mormont.
They were not enough.
Should she abandon her quest? Should she allow the wrongs done to her House and
family go unpunished? She was a fourteen year old girl, alone in the desert.
Jorah was a noble knight, but Daenerys knew he harbored impure thoughts towards
her. Her Blood Riders would sacrifice all for her, but they were only three.
How could she conquer Westeros with four warriors while she herself was hunted?
The last few nights she felt like a fox that was being hamstrung by baying
hounds. She knew she had a great destiny to fulfill. She could feel it, but
these days she felt more pressingly the fates conspiring against her.
The rest of the day, her feeling of unease only increased. She climbed back up
on the wall in the late afternoon. She brought Kiserri with her, and they
looked around the surrounding lands of dry arid wadi and painted canyons.
Kiserri said with certainty that all was safe. That made Daenerys ruffle her
hair and kiss her forehead as the little Blood Rider preened.
Daenerys was not so sure. She looked out and felt her unsettlement increase.
She could almost feel eyes on her. She shook her head. Stop being a scared
little fourteen year old girl Daenerys. She could see nothing amiss. They
climbed down.
They must be safe. Mustn’t they?
 
Syrio Forel
Syrio looked at the ruined city again with his prized looking glass. He swept
his gaze back and forth, looking for the warriors that should be lining the
walls and going out on foot and mounted patrols. He had been scouting the city
for a week, and still saw no active defense.
He found this most disturbing. Did the woman have her forces so well hidden
that even he could not spot them? He most seriously doubted that. He had been
the best First Sword in the history of Braavos. His skills were legendary.
Well, had been legendary.
He was disgraced now.
He could no longer stomach the corruptions and out of control hedonism of the
people he was to defend, so he had resigned. Of course the rest of the world
was told he had been caught committing the most heinous of crimes against man
and the gods, rather than the truth.
Syrio snorted at the lies. Enough time had passed that no one remembered or
even cared one way or another. Any faith Syrio may have had in anything had
long since passed away like his honor. He did not believe in anything now but
the gold dragons in his pockets.
He had been hired by the mercenary company. They had a contract to kill a young
usurper to the throne in Westeros. The only problem was that they were
terrified of the woman because they were convinced she was Valyrian witch,
capable of great magic. Syrio snorted again at their silly beliefs in things
that did not exist. Any person would die on the tip of his rapier.
He scanned the ruined city walls again. There were absolutely no troops or
sentries, he was certain. While he did not believe in magic in the grand scheme
of things, he had seen enough strange occurrences to know that some people
seemed to have strange gifts.
This woman must have something if she was convinced she did not need guards.
Either way, Syrio was not concerned. He had killed many evil and vile persons.
He never killed the innocent, and never children. If someone was born to become
evil, Syrio would kill them after they’d grown into it.
Jororos Phassirah slid in beside Syrio from his vantage point over the broken
city. “When are you going to go in and kill this Daenerys Targaryen? We paid
you a lot of dragons for this kill.”
Syrio looked over at the man. He was in his mid-thirties, tall and very        
                                  well-muscled from his hard life. He was also
actually somewhat skilled with his broadsword. The oaf would not last fifteen
seconds against himself, but at least he was not inept either. He was the
leader of a band of mercenaries that called themselves the Golden Lions. The
way they were trembling over this Valyrian witch made Syrio think that the only
thing golden about these lions was the way they pissed all over themselves.
He remembered being back in New Ghis six weeks ago, getting drunk in a saloon
catering to the Iron Legions of their army. As always, he was sitting with his
back to the wall. He was nursing a stout ale when he observed a man striding
toward him. It was Jororos Phassirah, who, uninvited, sat down across from him.
The man had cut straight to the chase, introducing himself and telling Syrio he
knew who he was and that he had once been the First Sword of Braavos. Syrio had
been impressed. He had faded into obscurity and to be called out so far from
the Free Cities on the east coast of Essos was both flattering and disturbing.
He did have a price on his head, after all.
The man was direct. They had a contract to kill a certain Daenerys Targaryen.
She was a woman of pure Valyrian descent. She was apparently making false
claims on the throne of Westeros. If she was allowed to go forward and land in
Westeros, war would break out, and many innocents would be killed. If the
problem was taken care of while she was still far from Westeros, then much harm
and bloodshed could be avoided.
Syrio generally had a dislike for killing women. He was convinced though, that
in this case, it was appropriate. The woman had for years been making these
false claims. She was considered a slut who slept with many men and had
continually drank moon tea, killing unwanted pregnancies. She had even killed
whole families for daring to defy her.
She had somehow even brought down a great Khal. Such changes in power were
always bloody. It seemed as if the woman was literally eating babies. Yes, in
this case Syrio Forel would gladly kill this evil woman to save the world from
her vile presence.
When he asked why they were willing to pay him twenty-five percent of the
admittedly huge bounty, he was told that she was a mighty witch that used
sorcery to achieve her goals. It was widely known that Syrio Forel did not
believe in any such magic, and had killed mighty warlocks in the past. This of
course was entirely true.
Plus, the red comet appearing in the sky had convinced many in the Company that
to confront the woman would mean certain death. She was of old Valyria and red
comets, as everyone knew, were a sign of the dragons of that land.
That confession had made Syrio pause, recalling a dirty, mangy establishment he
had accidently stumbled into rip-roaring drunk a while ago. No. It couldn’t be.
No.
He accepted the job, and now he was looking on the failed city again with his
spying glass. He believed in nothing and feared even less.
Syrio turned to Jororos . “Yes. It is time. I have reconnoitered enough. I will
go in and do your dirty work for you. I will then ride back with you to your
base camp on the shore, and retrieve my money. If you attempt to betray me, I
will kill you.” He told the legion commander in a tone that brokered no
uncertainty
Jororos Phassirah was not a fool. He knew that many would die before they could
bring down a true water dancer. Their skills were many. They were said to walk
through walls. Look for they can not be seen … Listen for they can not be
heard,such as the saying went. There was plenty money to be had, Robert
Baratheon seemed to have unlimited coffers. The ship moored on the beach had
three giant coffers filled with gold dragons for the head of this Targaryen
girl alone.
Sure, he had exaggerated slightly, but he was sure that in the moment with all
that gold at stake the man would, in the end, let greed rule him. Greed ruled
all men, as far as Jororos Phassirah was concerned.
“I will follow behind and await your signal. We will pack her head in the chest
of ice we’ve prepared. I want no questions asked by the King’s representative.
We will all be rich men when this contract is fulfilled.”
Suddenly, there was a loud neighing behind Jororos. He was sure that it could
not be heard by those in the city, but he did not want to take any chances. He
turned around and hissed at his men to keep their damn horses quiet.
By the time he turned back around, Syrio Forel was already gone.
Syrio easily moved from shadow to shadow unseen, his footfalls as silent as the
grave. He was more perplexed the closer he got to the city. There are
absolutely no guards. Not even one. His instincts had always alerted him to the
presence of the other strange energies that some people had. What the simple
minded called magic. He refused to call it magic. He would go around whatever
the force was, to fulfill his contract.
As he approached the city, his instincts screamed louder. Something about his
whole contract was not right. He felt it in his soul, repeatedly, but he
suppressed it. He could simply disappear with the amount of gold dragons he was
about to possess. What was the snuffing of one evil, vile life? He would be
saving so many more.
He slipped through a large hole in the wall. He looked around and was made even
more unsure, and filled with greater unease. Where in the hells were the
fighting men? He saw only the very young and the very old. He continued on in
the shadows.
Then he saw a girl of Valyria. Why hadn’t Jororos reported there were also
Valyrian children present? The girl would direct him to his quarry. His stomach
roiled. The Targaryen woman was evil, true, but he still hated the idea of
bending his code of ethics. His mouth set. He needed that gold.
He stepped out of the shadows and confronted the girl who startled, gripping
her dress in front of her heart.
“Ooohhhh!”
“I need you to point me in the direction of a vile, evil slut whose name is
Daenerys Targaryen.”
“Why?” the girl asked looking at him calmly.
“I’m here to kill her.”
“Only her? Will the others be spared? … they have done nothing to deserve
death.” The girl straightened her shoulders for some reason and regarded with a
air of almost regal bearing Syrio thought.
What a strange question. “Yes. I am here to kill the woman who is baseless, and
claims to be the true ruler of Westeros. She is evil, and kills children and
lets the dogs eat their bodies … Show me where she is!”
“She stands before you.” The lass told him clearly, with sadness in her voice.
Suddenly three small dragons came swooping down and landed on the woman’s
shoulders, with one clinging to her left arm.
Oh Gods! Gods! The prophetess spoke true!
Syrio began to shake violently. He fell to his knees and placed his sword
before him, laying the blade across Daenerys Targaryen’s feet.
“I pledge my services to you … you are the one I have been searching for all my
life … the pure one—the one who will restore balance and life!”
 
Daenerys
Daenerys looked at the man on his knees before her. What a strange man. Tears
were now running down his face, and his body wracked with sobs. “Forgive me!”
he shouted. “I was sent to kill you, but instead I pledge my sword to your
noble cause!”
The man collapsed forward, his forehead resting on the tips of her feet. “I’m
sorry, so sorry, so sorry … oh please forgive me, I’m so sorry, so sorry … so
sorry..” the pale woman looked down at the strange man racked with guilt, and
was touched by his sincerity.
“Rise man, … rise.” Daenerys softly encouraged him. He rose back up on his
knees. “What is your name, my would-be assassin?” she asked softly.
The man quickly controlled his sobs, though the tears that still ran down his
cheeks.
“S-S-S-y-yrio Fo—Forel … I will defend you with my last, dying breath.” He told
Daenerys.
“Why?” She asked.
“You were foretold to me long ago. I had laughed at her back then, but … she
was right. You are the dragon reborn. It is you that will renew the world.”
“How? I am just a young woman.”
“I don’t know, but you will. She told me that magic was dying, and that you
would restore it. You and your lover will restore the Blood of the Earth.”
“What is that?”
“You don’t know?” he looked at her quizzically. The teenager shook her head.
“Doesn’t matter. You will discover the truth. I have total faith in you, my
Queen.” The Targaryen shook her head again in confusion, just thankful the man
had not run her through with his sword.
“Syrio Forel, you have been told the most baseless of lies. It isI am who am
aggrieved. My father was cut down from behind on his own throne. My brother was
killed on the field of battle in noble combat, and his wife was raped and kept
alive until she witnessed the murder of her two children. Then she was
slaughtered too.
“I only seek what is rightfully mine. I will take back what is mine and bring
peace and prosperity to all.”
“Mommy, mommy.” Daenerys turned to see Kiserri walking down the alleyway,
rubbing her sleepy eyes. “I missed you, mommy.” The little girl told Daenerys,
scolding as she held up her arms. Daenerys reached down and hauled the girl up
and hugged her tight, then kissed the child’s temple.
It was only then the little girl noticed the stranger. The six year old started
to kick her small legs, and Daenerys set Kiserri back down. The small girl
fumbled with the little dagger tucked underneath her belt. She finally pulled
it out, and then dropped it. The little girl bent down and picked it up, and
then brandished it at the intruder.
“If you want to get at my mommy … I mean the Khaleesi, you will have to go
through me! I am the Khaleesi’s savage Blood Rider!” the little girl swished
her blade menacingly back and forth in front of the stranger.
Daenerys watched as Syrio Forel held up his hands and backed up. “Please spare
my life, fierce Blood Rider!” he implored.
Satisfied, the little Blood Rider relented. “I will let you live!” she said
with a negligent swirl of her hair.
Daenerys slowly walked back down the alleyway. Syrio fell in step beside her on
the opposite side of Kiserri.
“Did you come alone?” the Khaleesi asked her supposed new knight.
“No. They sent me in to kill you because they are craven. They think you are
some mighty witch.” They came to a ladder, and first Daenerys and then Kiserri
climbed up, with some help from her Khaleesi. The former First Sword quickly
ascended after.
Daenerys looked to the South, wondering when her Blood Riders would finally
return to her. This man swore allegiance to her, but she would feel safer with
their return. She wondered where Jorah was. He had trained strenuously in the
late morning and slept thought the extreme midday heat. Daenerys could only
hope that this was the start of a reversal of fortune.
Daenerys looked out to the west. Her gaze stopped. She slowly turned to face
Syrio Forel.
“It would appear you chose poorly.”
 
Syrio
Syrio turned to look at Daenerys and then out over the desert. “SHIT!” The
fucking Golden Lions had found their balls. They were storming towards this
broken city, and the large hole in the wall just to the right. “If you have any
defenders, call them now!”
Syrio jumped down lightly into the breach. His sword whipped around in an arc
and the first on rusher grasped his throat as blood gushed out of the severed
arteries and veins. Syrio lunged forward, his blade piercing the next man’s
eye, the tip striking the back of his skull before he ripped his blade out of
the crumpling man.
He kicked his foot out, crushing the next man’s Adam’s apple, his pivoting body
spinning to the right as he gutted another. He met the last man of the initial
rush and easily evaded his broadsword stroke, then blocked the second swipe
with the swept hilt of his sword. He pulled their swords down fast, and then
stepped back and ran his sword through the man’s throat and ripped it back out,
blood pulsing out in hot spurts.
“Khaleesi!” A large bear of man roared and was suddenly beside Syrio. He was
covered in black chainmail, and had a mighty broadsword.   Together they met
the next rush. Their blades swirled and slashed death all around them. Syrio
was dancing and jumping, avoiding blows and slashing death. An arrow shot past
his head.
“Fall back!” Syrio roared as more arrows started to whistle past them. He took
one side of the opening and the large man the other. Syrio looked up and yelled
at Daenerys. “Get yourself and your daughter down. You can’t get trapped up
there!”
Three men were storming through the breach. The large man slashed his sword,
nearly chopping a man in half, his sword getting stuck in ribs and spine. As he
wrenched his sword out the viscera, Syrio slashed the other two men. His razor
sharp blade cut down into their necks cutting arteries, veins, tendons and
slashing their tracheas open. His blade partially cut their spinal cords.
Suddenly, yells were heard down the right alleyway. Four men were coming down
the alley at a fast run, swords drawn as more men stormed the breach. The large
man stormed past the opening, several arrows nearly piercing him. His momentum
bowled him into the first two men, knocking them over. His sword sliced down,
chopping through the third man’s collar bone into his sternum. The large man
desperately wrenched his sword out of bone. The fourth man chopped down on his
broad shoulder. His chain mail blunted much of the blow. As the large man
roared, his foot kicked his assailant in the crotch.
Syrio had quickly dispatched the next two attackers. He screamed at Daenerys
and Kiserri to run down the alleyway toward the large man. The bear-man had
cleaved the fourth man’s head in two with a savage stroke. Syrio killed two
more with piercing thrusts to the throat and eye.
They ran down the alley as women and children began to scream. They saw six men
running towards them, but Syrio saw a man on a horse with an Arakh charging up
the narrow street. Syrio could clearly see his Dothraki heritage. He started to
yell, and lunged forward engaging the men. They all focused on Syrio. The large
man went back to fight three more men moving forward with spears.
Syrio could not worry about them for the moment as he dodged blades and jabbed
back. Suddenly the rider slammed into the mercenary’s defenseless backs his
horse’s hooves trampling and stomping on even more. The man’s arakh made
slashing arcs, raining death.
“Jhogo!” the little white-haired woman screamed in relief. Syrio turned back to
the large man. He had chopped down the first two spearmen, and was hacking the
third man’s spear in two.
He did not see the additional spearmen now coming down the alley. Suddenly, a
spear had bloomed through the huge man’s right shoulder, the end jutting two
feet out his back. He staggered back into the wall. Syrio lunged forward,
kicking down the mercenary that the large man had been fighting.
“Jorah!” he heard the white-haired woman scream as she ran up to him. He pushed
her back behind him, blood running down his body. Suddenly feathered arrows
flew down the alleyway. Jhogo was wheeling his horse around to bring his own
bow and arrow into the fray. More scrambling was heard as more men appeared at
the ends of the alleyway and pelted towards them. The next moment two arrows
had sprouted in Jorah’s chain mail, the first breaking but the second sinking
several inches in his thigh.
Suddenly, the men on the wall above came crashing down, screaming.
 
Barristan Selmy
Barristan Selmy had been following the Dothraki rider and his small entourage
from the City of Qarth. He knew they would take him to the Queen he would
pledge his troth too. She was the fulfillment of prophecy, and not her brother
Rhaegar as many had expected. One always assumed it was the man and not the
woman. Rhaegar had been a great man, but he now knew the woman would be even
greater.
He had heard how the woman led her Khalasar into the red waste. He knew she was
alive. Destiny would not let her die unremarked in the depths of this gods
forbidden wasteland.
The trail had been spotty, and he had lost it entirely. He had a guide that
Illyro had provided so he was able to find forage for his horse and food and
water for them both. Still, he was lost until he came across the Dothraki in
Blood Rider attire. He had smiled to himself, and followed at distance.
For four days they ambled forward at a moderate pace, not to overtire the
entourage with the Blood Rider. He guessed that he had journeyed to Qarth and
was bringing back succor. Then, in the late afternoon of the fifth day, he and
the Blood Rider both felt it at the same time - the rider sprinted forward on
his horse as Barristan followed a half mile back.
He followed the Blood Rider to an old, desolate city. Men were boiling forward
towards it and the sound of fighting could clearly be heard. Gods NO! Barristan
screamed to himself, whipping his horse to get to the city as fast as possible.
He arrived and saw a jagged way to the top of the wall and scrambled up. He saw
archers preparing to fire and ran towards them.
He arrived just as they loosed a volley and kicked them down to their deaths.
He looked down at a wild melee. He easily spotted his future Queen hiding
against a sidewall with a Dothraki child gripping her leg in terror.
He jumped down and killed the three mercenaries in front of him. He then turned
and faced a wave of six men who were charging forward. He killed the first one
with a devastating two-handed stroke that sliced the man’s side wide open to
the spine. The Dothraki he had followed had dismounted, shooting arrows in all
directions and picking up more from the spilled quivers of the fallen
mercenaries.
He barely dodged a thrown spear and chopped a man’s left leg off as the man
screamed in agony. He retreated, blocking and parrying blows and delivering
death as the men pressed forward. Suddenly a large man barreled past him. He
had a chopped-off spear jutting out of his back. He cleaved three men down
before a wild slash hit him in the right arm, cutting into his chain mail.
Barristan ran in and killed the nearest men, but more were still streaming down
the alley. He heard the sounds of blades clashing behind him as more men came
up from the other end.
He chopped a man’s head clean off and swirled, slashing a second man’s stomach
open. Barristan pulled back as he tried to pull the large man after him. The
man roared, sweeping two men into his grasp and crushing into the wall. He now
had a long dagger in his blood slicked right hand. He stabbed both men to death
before an arrow pieced the large bearded man in the eye and he fell down,
killed instantly.
Barristan chopped and wheeled death in all directions. He was an angel of
death. It was not enough. He was pushed back continuously. He was slipping on
all the blood and gore.
A man ducked and dashed past his guard.
 
Daenerys
Wherever Daenerys looked she saw assassins. Her defenders were dispensing death
on all sides. She had screamed when she saw Jorah go down with an arrow jutting
out of his eye. She looked to her right and Jhogo was slashing his Arakh right
and left, chopping off legs, arms and disemboweling men. Screams filled the
alley. Syrio leapt, swirled and ducked in a blur of motion, men falling dead
all around him.
There was always more to replace the dead. The teenager looked to her left. An
older man had appeared, defending her. He too was moving in a blur of death,
his blade first high and then low. Limbs were severed and heads cleaved near in
two, but still he was pressed back by yet more mercenaries, their numbers never
seeming to cease as they kept pouring in on the small knot of defenders.
Kiserri was no longer a brave blood rider, but a scared little girl. She was
screaming in terror. Daenerys bent down to hug her. She pushed the girl back a
little, to try and yell something over the din to make the girl feel somehow a
bit less terrified.
Suddenly, a shocking, piecing pain filled the fourteen year old princess of
House Targaryen. Daenerys ignored the pain, pushing past it and focusing on
Kiserri. What had happened? Kiserri started to scream and then stopped, blood
pouring out of her mouth, her shocked eyes wide open.
Daenerys looked down at the blade that had ran through Kiserri and sunk deep
into her own body as well. The blade was thrust hard forward, and she felt the
tip rip out of her back. It was agony.
She looked at Kiserri and saw her eyes dim, and then the light went out of them
entirely as the girl went limp.
Daenerys tried to scream, but she had no air as she felt blood pouring out of
her own mouth. Her heart staggered, and then tripped again for several more
beats.
Then it stopped entirely, unable to carry on. The light went out of Daenerys
Targaryen’s eyes. She followed her sweet Kiserri into death.
***** Phoenix Rising *****
                                  Chapter 15
                                Phoenix Rising
                                  5 years ago
         Daenerys / Barristan / Syrio / Barristan / Illyrio / Daenerys
Daenerys
Kisseri. Again and again, Daenerys saw her precious adopted daughter’s heart
pierced with cold, hard steel. That the same sword that had pierced her own
heart was inconsequential; the agony in her own body meant nothing. She watched
her daughter die over and over again. The terror, and then stark agony Daenerys
had seen in Kisseri’s brown eyes that had looked on at her with shock. Her
precious, brave Bloodrider had become just a terrified little girl in the end.
Eyes that said why didn’t you save me?! Daenerys’ only memory was a loop of
Kisseri and her death, the blood that poured out of her mouth. Kisseri’s
soundless screams, and the light that went out from her dark eyes.
Daenerys’ soul was wracked with guilt. Sobs shook her bodiless form with silent
tears. Slowly, though, the vision started to fade, and then die away.
Daenerys began to drift as the dark embraced her in a tight, almost loving
embrace. A cool peace was enveloping her being.
Then she heard it. The sound of delicate music, bells or chimes: a soft
ringing, at once beautiful and imprecise, as allusive as the scent of an exotic
perfume.
A woman’s voice of tuned bells spoke. “I have come, Dragonthane. This death
cannot stand. You are the lynchpin of all that must be. I will restore your
body.”
“Who are you?” Daenerys asked, with only mild interest. She felt herself
drifting on a sea of sweet lassitude.
“I am Infelice. Regent of the Elohim. This cannot stand. You are the Dragon of
Destiny, around you all others orbit.”
Daenerys heard the beautiful chiming of an infinite chorus of bells. She had a
thought, and reached out and grasped it. “Kisseri. Kisseri, save her.”
“No. She is not important. She has no Earthpower, she is of no portent. She
does not matter in the life of the Earth.”
Daenerys felt her will briefly surge. “Not important? Only she is important!
Nothing else matters! I have lost everything else. I can’t take anymore!
Restore her, and leave me in peace!”
“You, Dragonthane, I will restore.” The bells chimed and power enveloped and
burned into Daenerys. Daenerys felt the agony of vitality, but resisted the
call of life and purpose. There was a long pause. “WHAT IS THIS?!” the female
voice screamed in fear and frustration. “You cannot refuse your destiny!”
“Save Kisseri. Leave me to my death. My life has been a disaster.” Daenerys
felt another mighty wash of magic flow, and then slam into her body. She felt
power that could tear the mountains from their moorings and hurl them into the
sea surge into, and through, her body. She refused the siren call to life. The
power was hurled back from her body into the formless plasma of reality and
purpose.
“This … this is not possible … NOOOOOO!” the voice wailed, and was gone.
Daenerys drifted again. Thoughts came to her harder. She felt the threads of
her essential self fraying. She was falling apart. The cold around her now felt
like the embrace of a mother’s love.
Suddenly, the chimes were back. Fury, doubt, fear, and supplication all crashed
into the frayed essence of all that was left of Daenerys Targaryen. The distant
memory of pain focused her fading self. Anger rose up.
“Infelice. Please control yourself.” Another female voice now came to her. A
soft, flowing white enveloped Daenerys with comfort and succor. “We come in
peace and supplication Daenerys Targaryen, mother of dragons. I am Linden
Avery, the Chosen and Ring Wielder, wife of Thomas Covenant. I need to speak to
you.”
“Go away.” Daenerys scoffed weakly.
“I will, but I would ask that you hear me out first. Will you?”
Daenerys pulled herself together enough to consider. “What do you have to say?”
She felt rather than heard the woman sigh. “I must ask you to return to life.
You have a great destiny to fulfill. Already it may be too late, you have fully
crossed over now. Fortunately, the Laws of Life and Death have already been
broken and can never be fully made whole.”
Daenerys scoffed and started to turn away from the gentle woman’s voice.
“Here me out, Daenerys Targaryen. Please. If you refuse Infelice and I, we will
leave you to the grave. Will you hear me out?”
Daenerys wanted to be done with this. She sighed within herself.
“Speak.”
“Thank you.”
“You are the center pin of the future. If you fail, all life in Westeros and
Essos will, in time, perish. Only you and the forces that will rally around you
can meet the need of the Earth. Your chosen path of restoration of your throne
is only the first Labor you must accomplish. You have many labors before you,
Daenerys. You are filled with Earthpower and must heed its selection. You were
born for greatness.”
“I don’t care about that anymore. I have failed at everything. Save Kisseri.
She is important!”
“I know. She is indeed precious, but this is about you Daenerys. I must ask you
to take up the challenge of our time. I have told you that Westeros and Essos
will die, but in time the whole Earth may perish along with your homelands. The
Earth cannot long survive I feel, with half of it frozen in death.”
“I have lost everything. I am a failure. All that I loved are dead.”
“No, not all. Others will come to you. You will conquer and change the course
of history. I fear to tell you this; I must tread carefully. I fear to invoke
the paradox of lore: it must be earned and not granted, else the purpose
misleads. But still, I will tell you, though it will fade to mere distant
dreams. You will carry it with you deep in your psyche.
“You will break chains that have existed for over five thousand years. You will
bring a long lasting peace that Westeros and Essos has never known. You will
heal the Doom of Valyria. Magic in your world is dying, and your will and
passion will restore it.
“All of this has been placed on your shoulders. You have been selected. I too
tried to avoid my destiny. I was afraid, and a failure. I was forced to watch
my father kill himself, and shriveled as he screamed that I was the reason he
slashed his wrists. I killed my own mother when she was dying from cancer. She
asked for death… and I gave it. I was less than human at one time. A mere
robot.”
“What changed?”
“There is also love in the world, Daenerys. I was told this, but did not
believe it at the time. It was true.”
Daenerys heard the sigh and how the woman felt an inner peace.
“You found love?”
“Yes. Thomas Covenant healed me, even though his own life was full of horror
and failures. Failures can be overcome. Come and find us, and we will more
fully explain this.
“Daenerys, you will find love. When the wolf and dragon lie together, you will
find so much love. It can never replace what you have lost, but it will heal
you and make you whole.
“Only then that which has been stolen from you can be given back. Only then,
that which has been lost can be found. You must take back what is yours by the
right of birth. The world has waited for you, Daenerys.
“I do not demand. I only ask you to consider. I ask not for you. I ask for the
world. But we are human, and I give you the hope of love and restoration. Take
what is yours and make this world a better place. You can achieve so much more
than Thomas and I ever could.
“Will you take up the mantel of the world’s need? Will you accept the greatest
challenge this world has known since the Worm at the World’s End went back into
slumber? The world and life itself needs you, Daenerys.
“The choice is yours. We have spoken our piece, my sweet child. We will await
your answer.”
“And Kisseri?” Daenerys asked again. She heard Linden Avery sigh sadly.
“It is the future that must call you forward, Daenerys. To return to life, you
must let go of the past. Let go of what no longer exists. You must choose life.
We will have to pry apart the barrier of life and death, and will need your
iron will to slip you through the pale.
“I cannot emphasize this enough: you must choose life with every fiber of your
soul. Only with that can we restore you. I warn you though - you are not a ring
wielder. We can restore life to your body, but it will be your iron will that
will anchor your soul to that body and life. You must sacrifice the past for
your future.
“As the Creator once told me: ‘you will never fail no matter how much life
assails you.’ Your enemies will be many, but you will overcome. … Do you chose
life? Reach and grasp what is rightfully yours. Only then can you achieve your
destiny, and restore that which has been taken. Redeem your life, and redeem
your heritage.”
Daenerys felt the fires of her ambition kindling again. She had a great destiny
to fulfill. She would change the future for the better. She would break chains.
She would save lives.
She chose life, and to forgo the past. Forgive me Kisseri.
“I choose life.”
“So be it. You will not remember this, except in the depths of dreams. One
thing more: you and your followers are weak now. You are in need of succor. We
have beseeched the ur-viles. They have consulted their Weird. One time they can
give you assistance in your coming of age.” A small dirk appeared in Daenerys’
bodiless hand. It was covered in intricate runes and sigils. “You will know
what to do when you are in need. Remember, only once can you use it.”
Before Daenerys’ sightless eyes, she saw a small sword appear. It had a large
crossguard and a pure white gem glowing white hot in the hilt. She heard the
loud, incessant chiming of bells that soon sounded like they might burst
asunder with the urgency of their tempo. Linda Avery’s voice hummed a melodic,
soundless tune, the volume rising to a high-pitched melodic scream. Suddenly,
the sword exploded into light and a beam of incandescent white blasted into and
burned Daenerys to the depths of her being.
Daenerys screamed in agony, screams that multiplied and grew. Then she was
gone.
“I don’t understand. Why did she refuse me and accept you? What did I do
wrong?”
“Infelice … after all these years and you still do understand human emotions
and motivations. Even with your allowance to let Kastenessen marry his human
lover, you still do not understand us. Come on, woman.”
Infelice regarded Linden scornfully. “Be thankful I am not a woman. Can you
imagine an Elohim with MPH?”
“That’s P-M-S, Infelice.”
“Whatever, human.” the Elohim chuckled. “Why again were we not allowed to tell
her the full truth of her destiny?”
“Her path is dangerous. We both know the chances are great she will fail, and
with her the Earth. She must succeed. And to succeed, she must be focused.”
Infelice shook her head. “You humans are most strange.”
“Also, you know that She Who Must Be Named has returned. She has taken her body
back. This is truly a dangerous development, though we feel she has not come to
do harm but to redeem herself.”
“And if you are wrong?”
“She will destroy the Earth.”
“We are doomed then.”
Linden smirked within her spirit. “There is also love in the world, Infelice …
even if you don’t understand it. The smallest of women can conquer the
mightiest of beings. You will see.”
“Take the Krill back to Elemesnedene. Guard these gifts well; they are
precious. You know She Who Must Not Be Named will seek the Krill. I can feel
it. She has some purpose for it.”
“I sure hope she finally lets us know what her damn name is. If she took her
body back, then she has her name back, too. I get tired of saying that long
moniker over and over! I get winded!”
“It doesn’t bother me.” Infelice said. “I don’t breathe.” And then she was
gone.
Linden pondered. She had known Infelice for almost forty-four thousand years.
Today was the first time she had ever seen any humor in her.
Strange forces were definitely at work. Linden chuckled as she faded, going
back to her home in Kiril Threndor half a world away, where her husband and son
awaited her.
 
Barristan
Barristan screamed seeing the sword piece Daenerys’ heart. He had whipped
around when the man got past his guard, his sword slashing down and chopping
through collar bone and shoulder blade into the man’s body cavity. He ripped
his sword up and out, and it whistled down again and split the man’s head wide
open.
A sword slammed into his back in a slashing downward strike. He staggered, his
chain mail saving him as the links jammed through the linen undercoat and into
his skin. The man who delivered the blow fell dead, his eye pierced by the thin
blade of a rapier by a man with a goatee.
The next ten minutes were a confused blur of rage and violence. The word
quickly spread that the white haired woman had been slain. The attacking forces
began to fray and become aimless. Barristan, the goateed man, and a Dothraki
who must have been one of Daenerys’ Blood Riders dispensed death all around.
They chased men down, killing them on the spot with great violence. Barristan
and the other non-Dothraki man ran to and fro, killing mercilessly.
Finally, the men were gone. Barristan noticed that there were other dead beside
the mercenaries that were littered on the narrow alleyways and in doorways.
Barristan fumed that the innocent always seemed to pay when killers like
himself fought.
He found his way back to the place he saw the Queen fall. She was not there! He
screamed again, and wheeled around. They must have needed her body for proof.
He leaped out of the breach in the wall. A half-mile out he saw the Dothraki
Blood Rider wildly chopping men down from his horse, with the goateed man who
was clearly a water dancer, killing with a speed that was poetry to behold.
Barristan crashed into the men as they were trying to form a phalanx to defend
themselves from the rear. The group was broken, and quickly butchered.
His precious Queen lay dead behind them, her violet eyes open and sightless,
her clothes rent and torn. Her body had contusions and bruises. She looked so
delicate and forlorn in death. He fell to his knees beside the corpse as the
goateed man wept bitterly, and the Blood Rider prepared to kill himself.
“NOOOOO!” Barristan roared, his fist arching down to slam the dead Queen in the
chest in agony and frustration.
“Hhhhhuunggggggg!” the Targaryen cawed in a cry of raw agony as her upper torso
lifted off the dusty ground several feet. Eyes that had been sightless were now
filled with pain. Her body collapsed back to the ground, her breath ragged and
shallow.
The water dancer gasped “My god—she’s alive!”.
The Blood Rider cried out “Khaleesi!”
They all gathered around the unconscious girl whose chest only slightly rose
and fell.
Thank the gods. Thank the gods I am not too late! Barristan thought to himself.
Barristan soon found out who the goateed man was, as the Blood Rider called
Jhogo carried his Khaleesi back to Vaes Tolorro. They took her to her domicile
and gently put her into bed. All three men saw that where the sword had pierced
her body front and back was healed and scarred. The scar was still new, red and
raw looking but the wound was sealed. The wound was no more. Barristan looked
at the other men. He was relieved by what he saw. They only wanted their
Khaleesi and Queen back. How his future Queen had been saved, Barristan cared
not a wit.
The three men along with Dothraki women all nursed the frail Targaryen. Her
body felt like it was on fire. Jhogo informed the two other men she was hot-
blooded, but he agreed with them that it was still too much. They sprinkled
water on her, and waved towels. The dragons, sensing their mother’s need,
circled her and beat their wings hard as the water evaporated on her pale skin.
Water and broth were gently spooned down her throat. On the second day, Syrio
asked about the young girl he had seen with Daenerys. Barristan inquired of
Jhogo. The man vaguely recalled such a girl, he had wondered why the Khaleesi
had put up with the urchin. Barristan asked for her name. Jhogo impatiently
said he did not know, but then spit out that maybe it was Kesselli, Jassi,
Kiserri, Qovvi... something like that, and then he moved on.
Barristan inquired further and found only a Qovvi, and she was fourteen. Way
too old to be the girl. There had been twelve small children killed, eight
girls and three of them had been orphans. The dead had been burned as per
Dothraki custom. Barristan sighed. Why must the innocent always suffer?
On the second day, the dragons who had been energetically flapping their wings
suddenly became listless, chitterling plaintively. Barristan wracked his brain,
his stomach rumbling with thoughts of lunch. Of course! He called out to Syrio
to get a rack of lamb brought in. The dragons went wild seeing the food. He and
Syrio cut and gave the dragons chunks of meat that they snapped up and wolfed
down ravenously.
For some reason the white dragon seemed to become quite attached to Barristan.
The dragon would rub on his arm while making warbling sounds. Then, the white
dragon would grab Barristan’s arm, and, biting his chain mail, try to drag him
to Daenerys. Barristan started spending a lot of his time sitting at the young
Queen’s bedside with the white dragon curled on his lap, keeping a close eye on
the Targaryen.
One the first day of the start of the third week, the girl finally awoke,
lucid. “Mylantas … mylantas.” she weakly croaked in high Valyrian. Barristan
lifted her head up and gave her water. She went back to sleep, and when he felt
brow he noticed her fever had broken.
The teenager slowly grew stronger. She was fed broth, and curried food. “Was
Kiserri burned?” she asked Barristan in high Valyrian. He told her she had
been. The young woman turned her head and wept softly.
Barristan got to know more of Syrio. He was a closed man who seemed to have a
past he would rather forget. He told Syrio that Daenerys was foretold in A Song
Of Ice and Fire, and that she would lead Westeros into a golden age. He had
waited his whole life to give his service to a person worthy of it. He smiled
softly. “I just never thought it would be a teenage girl. Can’t you feel it
Syrio? Can’t you feel the greatness in her?”
The man mumbled that he would wait and see, and yet he doted on her. He
mentioned guardedly once of a silly prophecy he had heard, but said no more on
the subject.
Three days later, the young woman summoned them. Her other two Blood Riders had
finally returned two days prior. Her voice was no longer weak, and she wanted
to know what her Blood Riders had found. Aggo and Rakharo had found only more
red waste. Jhogo had made it all the way to Qarth, and had been bringing a
delegation with him, but the fighting had sent them scurrying back with their
tails between their legs. They had no honor. They told him as they fled that
they would await the ‘Queen’s’ arrival.
Barristan was sure they thought she had perished. And she had. She should have
been burned on her own funeral pyre. What had brought her back? Again,
Barristan found he could care less. He would serve this girl through the seven
hells and back if necessary. She would save Westeros.
Daenerys asked for their allegiance. The blood riders loudly proclaimed she was
their Khal. Syrio claimed that he would follow her though the gates of
perdition. Barristan pulled his sword and went to one knee, placing the blade
across Daenerys’ body. “I pledge my troth, body and soul to your service
Daenerys Targaryen, First of Your Name. The prophecies spoke clearly of you.
You will restore Westeros to greatness.”
The woman had looked at him hard as she accepted his oath. “Yes. I will take
back what is mine. Rest assured I will win back my throne.” Her tone had
brooked no argument.
She immediately ordered him and Syrio to start teaching her the history of
their lands and concepts of warfare, and even personal combat. She said she was
too weak to begin martial training, but as soon as she was strong enough she
would commence.
Barristan and the other warriors were nonplussed. She was a woman. She cocked
an eyebrow, anger boiling in her violet eyes. “I am your Khaleesi and your
Queen. I expect obedience! I will never be helpless again! DO I MAKE MYSELF
CLEAR?!” she yelled at them.
The men left her abode heads bowed, and ready to serve.
The next morning after the Queen had eaten, Barristan went to her and bowed
down in shame. He confessed how he had been present when the orders were sent
out for her assassination. He had spoken out against it but said no more when
ordered to silence. He had been overstepping the bounds of his duty. He knew
even then his arguments were sophistry. More than one conversation he was privy
to discussed the need to execute her before she became a threat. On the third
meeting, he had quit his service as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,
disgusted.
“I’m a coward. Both Jon Arryn and I refused to fight to stop a wrong which we
both knew was being perpetrated. We were shameful. If you wish me to go, I
will. If you deem my execution is necessary, I will bow my neck.”
The young woman had looked at him with cold resolve. “I will keep you. You may
have been a coward once, but no more. You will serve long and well, Lord
Barristan. I have need of you and will use your strength to achieve my goals.”
Barristan could ask for no more.
 
Syrio
Syrio came into Daenerys’ domicile and waited to be acknowledged. He felt so
unworthy of her acceptance of his service. He had come to kill her. She looked
at him with a small smile, and he felt dirty.
“Please come in. What have you brought me?” she asked, seeing the small book in
his hand. She took the book and read the title. “ ‘The Art of Water Dancing’.
This is what you are going to teach me?”
Syrio told her yes. She thumbed through the book, looking at the illustrations
of the basic stances in fencing. “Very good. I can’t wait to begin my lessons.”
Syrio broke down. “I’m unworthy of serving you Khaleesi! I was sent to kill
you! Oh God I am so, so sorry!” He began to weep.
“Stop It! I command it!” the tiny woman ordered in an iron voice. “Stand
straight when you are in the presence of your Queen! I command it!”   Syrio
snapped to attention.
“I will take your allegiance and you will put aside your past. You are mine
now. You are my Water Dancer. You will teach me, and make me your equal.”
He looked at her as his tears stopped. He gained control of himself.
“Good. You said you will teach me this ‘meditation’. I am ready to begin.”
“Are you sure?”
“Didn’t I just say I am?” Daenerys asked regally. “Don’t question my strength
or stamina again. Teach me.” He did not know then that the Queen was speaking
in such tones because she understood the man needed to hear her commands, to
shake him out of his self-induced melancholy.
So Syrio began his first lesson with Daenerys Targaryen on centering her mind
and body. By the end of the lesson he was amazed. She did not question or doubt
as everyone usually did. She instead focused on what he said, and did it. By
the end of the first lesson, she was able to begin centering herself and use
the mantras to achieve the beginnings of inner peace.
The next week she began her weapons training. She trained with Barristan, her
Blood Riders and Syrio in a round robin, going back and forth between them. She
pushed herself relentlessly. She exercised and ran hard, both in the morning
and late in the afternoon.
She completed all of Syrio’s water dancing lessons without complaint. She
chased rats up and down alleys, soon catching them. She was so fast she was
never once bitten. Several feral cats wandered the ruins, and she was soon
catching them as well. She seemed to be proud of her scratches.
She was amazing! And also frightening. During their first lesson he had asked
in a stuttering voice for her to wrap her breasts to keep them from throwing
her timing and balance off. Instead, she had simply removed her top. She said
she was a woman and needed to learn to fight with their weight potentially
flipping around as she moved. “I may be surprised, and need to fight nude. I
will be prepared for any possibility.” Syrio had seen enough breasts in his
time. It was the very pale square over her heart and the exit wound on her back
that made his breath catch.
He had talked to Barristan about it. He had seen it when he cared for their
Queen in her convalescent state after the attack on her.
“But Barristan! That scar looks like it is five years old now, and not two
months. It should be red and still swollen!”
“What does it matter Syrio? She is alive. She came back to us. She gave two
broken down warriors a second chance to have meaning in their lives. I don’t
care about her scars.”
Syrio saw the logic in that. He was swearing allegiance to something more than
human. He felt a shiver go down his spine when he realized this. He would give
this woman every ounce of his service and loyalty.
Their Queen trained relentlessly. From dawn to dusk she pushed herself. The men
quickly realized that she had almost unnatural stamina. Her bruises and
contusions healed overnight, or at most several days. She had almost overnight
picked up the basics of the fighting styles she was being taught, from three
entirely different cultures.
Syrio silently fumed when she gravitated to the broadsword. Barristan looked
way too pleased with himself with her selection of primary weapon. She
practiced with the arakh and the rapier to become more than proficient, but it
was the broadsword that she used primarily. She was learning so quickly that
she was beginning to block some of their more aggressive attacks.
“Never hold back! Push me—test me! I will never be weak again! I will crush and
slay my assailants. I will never allow another Kisseri to be killed before my
eyes!”
All the men felt a rush at her words.
It was four months into her transformation that they began to come. Never more
than a trickle, but runaway slaves began to appear at Vaes Tolorro in a slow
stream.   Men and women, some with children, running from the cruelty of the
slave cities. From them, Daenerys learned of the horrors of the slave trade.
Syrio could see her anger and hate for these slave cities and masters forming
and growing quickly. He knew what she was thinking as she would stand on the
wall in the evening, the wind whipping her long white hair, her gaze ever
distant.
He and Barristan developed ever more strenuous sword exercises, and worked her
conditioning hard as Syrio had her balancing on one foot and then chasing cats
and rats for hours. Sweat poured off her body and she gasped for breath, but
she continued pressing. Syrio added the hefting of heavy rocks that ever grew
larger as she placed them on broken walls. He would knock them off and she
would glare at him, putting them right back up.
She came to him one day, excited. She had discovered that after meditating she
could directly communicate with her dragons. Before it had only been flashes,
and prodding and urging with only small glimpses of their thoughts. Now she was
actually communicating back and forth with them. They were so intelligent! They
were in love with her, and Viserion apparently had a crush on Barristan. They
wanted to be hers, and she was theirs. They would do anything for her and she
for them.
With this breakthrough, the dragons were calmer and more compliant. Barristan
was not so sure he liked this development. Often he was seen with Viserion
perched on his head, his talons twisted in his hair riding high and proud, his
roars and squeaks letting all know that Barristan was his.
Soon he would be too big to ride his uncle as such. Their growth had
accelerated immediately after Daenerys formed her bond with them. They thrived
from their direct communication with their mother.
Five months into her training, Strong Belwas appeared. He announced his
arrival: “I am here. I pledge my services to this Dragon sprite … I’m hungry!
Strong Belwas requires sustenance if I am to serve. I need goats, bread and
cheese.” He ate like a herd of elephants, but he added his arm to Daenerys’
training and gladly partook in patrols and sentry duty. “Strong Belwas will
serve. When do we crush the slave cities?” he asked his new Queen.
“Patience, Strong Belwas. Patience. I need an army first. Do you have an army
hidden in there?” the Queen asked, poking his stomach.
“Hahahaha … funny! If you fed me more I could have bigger army in my emaciated
stomach … I need sustenance … I need goats, bread an—”
“Cheese. I know. You need figs, butter and cream too, oh mighty Belwas, don’t
you?” Daenerys asked the large bald eunuch.
He licked his lips “Uuuummmmmmm!”
 
Barristan
It was six months since Daenerys started her training. She’d become fast and
strong. She was running hard and fast for longer periods. The rocks she lifted
to put on the wall for Syrio were heavy, even for him. He watched her fighting
her Blood Riders. They were on the defense, always, and often she got through
them to land blows while their own were almost non-existent. She was still on
defense with Syrio and himself, but she was able to at least survive now. He
was amazed at how far she had come.
She asked him last week about the downfall of her father and her elder brother.
He spared no details.   Her face sufficed in anger at the fate of her brother’s
wife and their children. Barristan made it clear that Robert had no part of
this, but he did indeed unleash the forces that led to it. He edited out the
last of her father’s crimes against House Stark. He did not want to burden her
with the sins of her father.
He saw the cold hate in Daenerys’ eyes for this man who caused so much pain and
death for her family line. She asked many questions about the lands of
Dragonstone and the Reach. She asked Syrio about the free Cities. She spoke
long periods with the former slaves. They came from all professions and various
lands. Daenerys granted them total freedom, and they called her ‘mother’ in
return.
Last night she had visited Barristan in his quarters. She asked him his
thoughts on the slave trade. He told her it was evil and vile, yet it had
existed for five thousand years and would likely exist for five thousand more.
“I think not” was his Queens steadfast reply. “I will crush these hateful slave
states. I will have my revenge on Khal Jhaqo. I will find and annihilate the
mercenary company that slew my precious Kiserri. They will die for what they
did to my daughter.”
“Daughter? You are not old enough to have a six year old girl, Khaleesi.”
“She was the daughter of my heart. I will have revenge for her death.” Daenerys
stared out the paneless window. “I will delay my return to Westeros. I will
conquer and destroy these slave cities. I will bring the Dothraki to heel.”
“But how? They have not been destroyed after five thousand years. How will you,
when all others failed? The Dothraki are as vast as the grass sea they ride
on.”
“Isn’t it obvious Barristan? All the would-be conquerors merely wanted to
putthemselves in as the new slave masters. They would take the riches based on
the enslavement of their fellow man.
“I care not for these tainted riches based on the blood, sweat and toil of
slaves. I only want its abolishment. I will not have blood money. I will avenge
all of the slaves whose lives were unjustly blighted and ended. I will not
negotiate. They will either submit, or be destroyed.”
“But how? You have no army.”
“I will have my army, Barristan. Khal Jhaqo owes me a great debt, and I will
see it paid. I am the answer to their prophecy. Not Drogo or his son.”
Daenerys expounded on how in her weakness, she was raped and defiled. Those she
loved were taken or killed. She vowed that never again would these things
happen to her. Never again would she watch a child die before her very eyes!
Barristan and Syrio watched hard muscle form on Daenerys’ body while all her
womanly curves still remained, and seemed to be enhanced. She was a goddess
come to Earth. She was hard on herself, constantly training and exercising and
pushing herself further.
Slowly more slaves arrived, along with some warriors seeking a cause to align
themselves with. They were in no way enough to achieve Daenerys’s goals, but it
did not matter to Barristan. He was totally aligned with Daenerys even if it
meant his death in the end. Her cause was noble and just. He could gladly die
for such a cause.
- - - - -
A year had passed since Daenerys had started her training, and she was
beginning to become death itself. Only the water dancer and himself could now
fight her and live. She was beyond fast, her strength unnatural. His arms ached
after sword practice with his Queen now.
He had been in communication with Illyrio through runners sent out with some
slaves that had hunting and traveling skills. The runners soon replaced by
ravens as several were brought to their ghost city in the desert by Illyrio’s
agents. The birds now knew their way here and instinctively knew the way back
to their rookery. He told the merchant that Daenerys was indeed the one
prophesied. She was becoming the leader that he had always longed for. If
Illyrio would align with her now, then he could prosper greatly.
Barristan knew the man was immensely greedy, but strangely he did worry about
needless bloodshed. He had told the man that Daenerys planned to destroy the
slave trade and he would support her. Some things were just more important than
destiny. He would gladly follow her into the seven hells to accomplish such a
noble task.
A small caravan arrived in return from Illyrio. It was filled with supplies and
weapons for the fledgling Queen. He had a special package for Barristan himself
to give the Queen as well. When Barristan read the provenance that was with the
package, he marveled.
First, he had a gift for a certain bald eunuch. When he had first fought the
former slave, he had been haughty. Then the man had disarmed him and smacked
his ribs hard. He did not make that mistake again. He was able to beat the
eunuch when he was lucky. He was not embarrassed again, but he found he came to
like the man who was always moaning and grousing how he was starving out here
in this waste.
He found the huge man and brought him to the wagons, unloading two casks
labeled in high Valyrian. He opened the casks and told the eunuch they were for
him. The man wasted no time opening them, spying the salted mackerel and
pickled locusts coated in saffron.  
“Sniff sniff … Great Belwas will not forget this!” he shoved a mouthful of
locusts into his mouth, chewing happily. “Ummpffff uummmmm mmppffhhh!” he
moaned with pleasure, stuffing in another mouthful of locusts.
Barristan sought out Daenerys and gave her the special package from Illyrio.
She read the providence, and tears were in her eyes.
She opened the smaller package first and shook out a suit of black chain mail,
made from the heart of dragon bone of the mighty dragons from ancient Valyria.
They were light but stronger than any forged steel. Even Valyrian blades
themselves would have difficulty cutting through the rings. Only the richest of
ancient princes and princesses could afford such coats of dragon bone mail. It
seemed the size was a perfect fit. Destiny, Barristan thought. These gifts were
so perfect, and only enhanced this woman.
She opened the second, larger package and removed first Blackfyre - the sword
of her forbear Aegon the Conqueror. She looked at the scabbard. She set it
aside for the even more incredible third gift. She now knew what had been
erased for almost three hundred years. It was the lost sword of Rhaenys
Targaryen, Foe Hammer. She stared at the runes visible on the cross guard
before pulling the sword from the scabbard. Both Daenerys and Barristan’s eyes
flared wide open in surprise.
“By the seven gods!” Barristan exclaimed.
The sword flared bright blue in a ghostly penumbra, with glowing blue runes
alight deep in the metal. Daenerys read the new runes and gasped at what they
revealed. “Barristan, pull the other blade out.” She commanded. He did.
The beautiful Valyrian steel sword was exposed, the dark metal rippling blue
but not glowing. He turned the sword around, and gave Daenerys the hilt. She
gripped it with her left hand.
The blade erupted in bright blue light. The room filled with a soft blue hue
from the runes and filigree on the two swords.
“What is this, Barristan?” the small woman asked.
“I had thought them only legends.” The old knight answered. “I had read long
ago that the conquerors of Westeros had such swords. These are rune swords.
They were forged by mighty magical smiths for their owners. Only the swords
original masters, or vastly powerful dragon lords can make their inner runes
light up.”
He watched Daenerys work her ancient ancestors’ swords. The smaller sword fit
her hand perfectly. He had not known Rhaenys Targaryen had a sword. The
providence also explained why the sword had been written out of history.
Barristan shook his head. How sad for dear Rhaenys, he thought. He looked at
Daenerys weaving the swords in complicated weaves and blocks. They were
beautiful, as the bright blue lit the swords arcing to and fro.    
Barristan thought about Daenerys herself. She was the master of her destiny.
She would make a better outcome for herself than that which befell her
ancestor.
Daenerys put down the larger sword and ran outside, leaping and whirling as she
slashed her sword through the air. “Barristan, it is destiny. It has to be. I
am destined for greatness!” the young Targaryen fired up, just like her sword.
Barristan watched her with a soft smile on his face. Yes, indeed she was. He
had heard as a young man that only the mightiest of the dragon lords could fire
up a Rune Sword if not the owner of the sword. The craftsman tuned the sword to
its owner. Only great power could overcome this block. It was said that House
Targaryen did not have such magic, they were one of the least of the houses of
old Valyria. They were dragon lords, not Dragon Lords. They had often been
scorned.
That was all about to change. Daenerys Targaryen was magic incarnate. I have
chosen wisely indeed, Barristan thought with a smile. He would help forge
greatness and annihilate wrongs.
“Yes. Yes! I will conquer my enemies and establish my order upon the world. A
wise and just order. These swords prove it … my gods—the sword of Aegon and one
of his wives … the time is coming for my revenge and justice … I have many
debts to pay, Barristan. Are you with me, my loyal knight?” she asked, coming
to a stop in front of him.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked down at her. “Let us forge
greatness together, Daenerys Targaryen. Minstrels will write songs of your
exploits that will last ten thousand years. You will bring the forces of evil
low and raise up a shining new city of justice and righteousness. I stand by
you, my Queen!”
“Yes! I will make a new thing. A new way—a new order! Let the gods tremble!”
 
Illyrio
Illyrio read again the scroll he had just received from Barristan. It had been
almost a year and a half since his arrival to the sanctuary the little Dragon
Queen had hidden herself away in.
When he had first received word from Barristan that he had found the girl, she
had been wounded almost to the point of death. In fact, the report read she had
died and came back to life. He paused at that. He was not particularly
superstitious, but for Barristan to report that she had died and come back to
life was important. The man was very factual. He was serious and focused to his
core. He believed that this girl was touched by the gods.
If this was indeed true, and Daenerys had come back from the dead and been
touched by the gods, then he needed to get on the right side of destiny.
As more reports made their way to him, they continued to confirm the girl’s
progression that was almost supernatural. Her speed, agility, strength was
‘unnatural’ as reported by Barristan. Her strength of will was even greater.
She was focused and iron willed. She had a destiny she felt, and she was going
to achieve it. Nothing would stand against her. Her will was indomitable.
When Barristan detailed to Illyrio her plan to procure an army his jaw nearly
fell off. He was even more shocked that Barristan fully supported her
intention. It was insane. The odds were insurmountable, even with dragons. The
girl had onions!
But even with this plan, the girl was not ready yet. She wanted to get stronger
and faster still, and to that end she was training both body and mind. She was
learning tactics and military philosophy. Barristan had reported that Syrio
Forel had the girl doing meditation and it seemed to have opened doors within
her. She could communicate with her dragons completely, needing no magical
implements or scrolls. He looked over at the dragon horn he had paid a medium
fortune for, sitting on his table. He rubbed his pocket, thinking of all those
lost gold dragons.
Barristan believed totally that the girl would conquer and smash Slaver’s Bay,
bring the Dothraki to heel, and then Westeros after. He flat out told Illyrio
that he had better make sure the Free Cities were in line with her desires.
At first Illyrio had been angry. The impudence of this fallen knight and not
even sixteen year old girl amazed him. He had even thought of sending in a
large raiding force to smash these upstarts. But then again, he thought, what
if the gods did favor her?
If she smashed Slaver’s Bay, that would be bad for business. But the reports
also stated that the woman was asking for information on the geography of the
land and what natural resources were present. What skills did the slaves
possess? Did the rulers have any natural talents? Could any of the slave
masters be turned to a new world order? What other trade existed in the regions
besides the slave trade?
The girl was obviously thinking post-conquest. She had a plan. A plan required
resources. Resources caused trade, and trade equaled money. From that
perspective, she could be very, very good for business.
He was a man who had risen to the top following his instincts, and they were
telling him that this woman was going to accomplish all she set out to do.
But still … the odds were immensely against her. He had sent her gifts to show
his good will, but he would only provide basic support until she had proven
herself. If she wanted to smash Slaver’s Bay, that was her choice. If she was
successful, then he would give her his full backing and start laying the ground
work to take Westeros. When he looked at the maps he had doubts as to her
success. But, again, if she succeeded, she would emerge a huge power and he
would be ready for that possibility.
He was not a superstitious man, but he trusted his senses. He had gifted the
girl the swords of her original ancestors. They had fallen into his possession
just before he sent Barristan out to find her. Her fool brother had visions of
conquest and gold. Now, his head would always be filled with the gold he
desired.
He had heard of the death of Khal Drogo, and assumed the Khaleesi was either
killed or sent to Vaes Dothrak to wither away on the Mother of Mountains. Then
he found out that neither had happened. The girl had indeed survived, and was
moving south into the Red Waste with a small, pitiful Khalasar.
Barristan had arrived from Westeros, and he sent him to find her. And find her
he had. The girl coming back from the dead was still a shock.
He needed to make a gesture to the possible future Queen. He could have sold
the swords for a huge profit. The Lannisters were always whining that they
should have a Valyrian sword. But in the end, he would not be risking that
much, he decided. If the girl got herself killed, he would procure the swords
again and sell them after.
When word came back that they were indeed Rune swords and she had lit up the
runes with the force of her soul, he had been shocked. Only the very most
powerful of ancient Dragon Lords of Valyria could do that. If the girl was that
powerful … he had to hedge his bets. By the Iron Bank … he could make a
fortune!
He knew of A Song of Ice and Fire. He too had thought it was Rhaegar that was
foretold. To think it was a diminutive girl not yet sixteen that was the child
of destiny was shocking. It made his head spin. He remembered meeting the girl
years ago, and found her to be a trivial, small thing. She was timid and weak.
No more.
Yes. He had to prepare for the possibility of her rule.
If she was the one … gods he was going to make a lot of money.
 
Syrio
It was nineteen months since he had found his Queen. He was beginning to find
himself worthy of serving her. He had come to kill her, and instead found his
destiny. He thought back to that woman’s parlor he had drunkenly stumbled into.
She had been cryptic and vague of course, as all oracles are, but she had been
right. He needed to find that young woman and kiss her hand. He had found his
salvation.
He was marveling again at the speed and strength of the girl as he watched her.
She had her arms extended, holding a bucket in each hand filled with sand. Her
arms trembled, but did not lower.
Barristan came over to him and looked at their Queen. “How long?” he asked.
“It has been almost half an hour. Neither of us could last half that long. You
know she is not fully human, don’t you? We are following something more.”
Barristan sighed. Even though he had brought this up to Barristan again and
again, he still needed to hear Barristan’s calming words once more.
“I don’t care Syrio. She is our destiny. We will follow her into the depths of
any Stygian Hell. She has been given these gifts by the gods, the fates,
destiny or whatever.” He turned to look at Syrio. “Our destiny is to decide. I
choose to follow. What is your choice, Syrio?”
“I too, choose to follow.” He answered. Barristan gripped his shoulder and gave
him that soft smile and walked off. He had bolstered Syrio’s courage and
confidence yet again.
“That is enough, my Queen.”
“I have told you, you can call me Dany now, you know.” she said with a smile in
her voice.
“I know, Daenerys.” He replied, enjoying their banter.
She went off and did wind sprints with rigorous calisthenics in between. The
woman was a dynamo, still pushing herself to improve.
She had long ago mastered her meditation. Her dragons were thriving and growing
at a frightening rate. Viserion was still mooning over Barristan, something
everyone found endearing. He craved his attention and affectionate pats. Yet
still, only Daenerys could ride them. Their cores were too hot with mystical
fires burning in their bellies for anyone else to try.
Illyrio was sending some mats that were made of some magical material that
would shield the heat from the body, but they had not arrived yet. They were
mats only though, and the thought made him nervous. Dany rode with no stirrups
or reigns. She was insane!
Her swordsmanship was extraordinary. She would never be a complete water dancer
or Barristan’s equal as a knight, but if they ever got cocky, let their
concentration slip or let their guard down they would feel the sting of her
practice sword. Her Blood Riders had long accepted that she was their better
now.
He watched her sword glow as she practiced her moves and footwork. It was
almost mesmerizing. He felt no physical attraction to the woman, but was
entranced by the beauty of poetry in motion.
She had mastered the Water Dance and the way of the Broadsword. Barristan
wanted to see her in a melee back in Westeros - he would enjoy watching her
fight and win, shaming the men in the tourney. He was coming to be quite
liberal in his views.
Hell, so was Syrio himself.
He had been shocked just a week ago. He had wanted to rouse Daenerys early, as
they usually took a break during the heat of midday for an hour or two. He was
full of energy and wanted to spar, and only Barristan and Dany were able to
challenge him.
He was not really thinking and walked into her humble abode. Only then did he
hear the sounds of loud moans and guttural groans. He was shocked by what he
saw. Dany was naked on her back with Qafiqi sitting on her face, swirling her
cunt down on his Queen’s face. Qafiqi’s vulva was totally engulfing the
Valyrian’s pale mouth. Syrio could see her vulva bulging as Daenerys’ tongue
worked up and down the Dothraki’s slit.
The small, pale woman had her arms looped over the dark brown legs of her
lover, lifting her head up off the furs to bury her face deep into the
Dothraki’s swollen pussy.
The older woman was crying out in ecstasy, starting to hump up and down hard.
The woman’s hands snaked beneath Daenerys’ head and clenched, driving Daenerys’
face deeper into her swollen cunny. Daenerys’ face was soaked in cum with
trickles running down her chin and throat. Then the woman screamed as if her
body was being flailed, her body convulsing over and over.
The woman was voluptuous and her tits whiplashed with her convulsions as she
wailed and jackknifed violently. She fell forward onto her palms, moaning and
sobbing in raw sensual pleasure.
Still stunned, he watched Dany scoot back from between the woman’s leg and get
up on her folded legs. She gripped the woman’s hips and effortlessly flipped
the woman onto her back. The Dothraki woman gasped at the sudden move and show
of strength. Daenerys reached down and gripped the back of the woman’s legs
behind her knees. The pale woman pushed those tanned, toned legs back and then
out wide, totally opening up the woman’s dripping snatch.
Daenerys’ face dove down and buried into the wet, sloppy mound and sucked in a
mouthful of cunt and started to snuffle, devouring the wet quim. The Dothraki
woman was already writhing and groaning loudly again in pure shocking ecstasy.
Syrio stumbled out the door and shambled away to sit in the shade. Two minutes
later he heard wild screams of soul crushing ecstasy. The screams seemed to
last a long time. Fifteen minutes later, a very satisfied and glowing Daenerys
came out to join him. She was particularly fast and strong in their fighting
session that day.
He had never really considered homosexuality before. But when he did, he
quickly came to understand that it did not matter who a person loved.
He knew his immediate future. They were going to smash Slavers Bay. He was not
sure how they would succeed in this, though. The audacity of what she planned
to do stunned him. She would have her Khalasar back. He believed she would
succeed in that. Her will was singular and totally focused now on Jhaqo and
revenge. He wanted to be there when she killed the Son of a Bitch.
A dark shadow flew by. He looked up at Rhaegal as he circled down to land. The
dragons were flying free range out into the Dothraki Sea to find prey. They
were avoiding cities and the Khalasars in the grass seas. Daenerys wanted them
to be a surprise when they appeared on the battlefield or over a city for the
first time.
With her meditation she, was able to summon the dragons. Amazingly, they always
appeared on the horizon within seconds of her summoning. How did they do this?
Wherever they were free ranging they still appeared the moment they were
summoned. They always preened and rumbled when Daenerys lavished praise on
them, Viserion needing additional praise and love from Barristan or else he
pouted and whined.
The dragons would enable the Targaryen’s dreams. They were a force multiplier
of exponential power. The dragons were docile and loving only around Daenerys.
Dany was able to calm and control the beasts with love. She had not once ever
been cruel to them, and they adored her for it.
They finally began to spar. When Syrio fought her now, his arms jarred with the
force of her swinging blows. He used his water dancer skills to keep her at bay
with sudden thrusts and lightning fast blocks and counter-parry strokes. They
fought for ten minutes, and he began to tire. Jhogo and Rakharo attacked next.
She danced and slashed, keeping them off balance and on the defensive. She
again and again landed what would have been fatal strikes with real hardened
steel.
Once they tired, Barristan moved in and she fought him for another ten minutes.
She blocked his savage strokes and counterattacked viciously. Barristan blocked
and parried. It was a draw for the first nine minutes until Barristan got in a
fatal strike. The Queen stomped her foot, a poor loser. Syrio knew that goaded
the woman into even more training and effort in learning the ways of the blade.
She would tire, but her iron will kept her going until she got her second and
third wind. She was indeed blessed by the gods.
What they were going to attempt was audacious and they may indeed fail, but
gods it would be glorious.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys sharpened her sword with her whetstone. She enjoyed the ritual of it,
and the soothing sound of stone scraping the razor sharp blade. The time to use
her sword was soon coming. She stopped sharpening the blade and lifted it up,
inspecting it. She started to silently weep as she stuck her tongue out of the
corner of her mouth and over, looking down the blade like her sweet Kiserri had
always done when looking down her dagger. The little girl would then pronounce
that her blade was sharp and ready to defend her Khaleesi. Then she would
snuggle in against her.
Daenerys continued to weep quietly as she reached into the pocket of her
trousers and fingered the little whetstone she had given her Kiserri. Fighting
to regain control of herself, she started to oil the sword of Rhaenys
Targaryen. She marveled that this magnificent blade was now her own, and that
her ancestor had had the same sad dilemma she did.
As she worked the oil into the steel she looked out over her city. It was now
full. Another group of slaves had arrived yesterday, these from Astaphor and
Meereen. Each new story of cruelty and depravity fueled the righteous anger
that burned now within Daenerys Targaryen. How could men be so cruel to another
human being?
She had come to think of slavery as institutional rape. Rape was part of war.
It was used to break the spirit. Rape had nearly broken her will until her
sweet Doreah taught her to use her body as a weapon. Doreah had called a
woman’s cunt her most powerful weapon. It was not. It was a woman armed with a
sword and righteousness.
A slave was raped physically and mentally. Their lives and the lives of their
children twisted and ripped apart. This would not stand. She was almost ready
now. She had been preparing for her destiny and it was now close at hand.
The Khal’s Khalasar had moved south following the rain. He was now in range.
She had enough soldiers now to guard her base as she and thirty cavalry troops
moved North. She would fly her dragons in when the attack was to commence. She
had Rhaegal keeping an eye from a great distance. The Khalasar had found a
large hill to camp around. He would camp there for the next several months with
fresh new grasses to feed his horses. The hill gave the Khalasar line of sight
across the plains and thus advance warning of any encroachment. It was a
perfect defensive position.
There was an escarpment to the south. Her own forces would group there. She
would move to that rise of ground and launch her attack from there. In six
weeks’ time she would take her Khalasar and her place as its Khal. She was the
new world order.
They were not many, but she had dragons. That would be enough.
She pulled the strange dirk she’d come back to life with out from behind her
scabbard belt. She turned it over and looked at the strange runes. They were
unknown to any who had looked at it. Her two mentors did not recognize them,
and she had asked the slaves streaming in if they recognized them. None did.
She heard raucous barks in her mind when she fingered it. Most strange; the
sound like rabid dogs. She wondered why she had it. She did not have it before
her murder but she was found with it when she was rescued. Did it come from the
mercenaries?
She had yet to hear any word on the location of the Golden Pride mercenary
company, but one day she would. Then there would be a reckoning. She had even
planned out her revenge. It would be up close and fiery. She would scream
Kiserri’s name when that moment arrived.
She mollified her thirst for revenge with the carnage that Barristan, Jhogo and
Syrio had visited upon the mercenaries. Many of their number were already
rotting in hell. Bastards!
Her body had long healed. Her mind and soul were ready. She was not the weak
girl she had been. Her body was strong now. She had become a warrior queen. She
was sixteen and a woman grown. She was ready to take her destiny.
She looked out over Vaes Tolorro. It had been her home and given her succor but
it was near time to leave. She would avenge herself on Khal Jhago. He started
the events that took her harem and Kiserri from her. He was going to die; the
bastard’s judgment was near at hand. He was a rapist. He would pay. The cities
of Slaver’s Bay were all rapists on a scale almost unimaginable. She would
remove them and make them pay as well. The slave trade was about to be
destroyed.
Permanently.
Daenerys would give her life if necessary to abolish it. She had her destiny,
but the slaves deserved their destiny too. She would give it to them.
It was time to make her future.
But first she needed her army. I am coming for you Khal Jhago, Daenerys
thought. I will enjoy killing you. I will take your army and conquer Slaver’s
Bay. Then I am coming for you, Robert Baratheon. It is a time for reclamation.
***** Lightening Out of the Desert *****
                                  Chapter 17
                         Lightening Out of the Desert
                                  3 years ago
  Daenerys / Barristan / Daenerys / Syrio / Daenerys / Barristan / Daenerys /
                                   Barristan
 
Daenerys
Daenerys lay on the escarpment hidden in the ridge line, using the spy glass
that Syrio had given her when he first pledged his allegiance to her. From a
distance, she scanned the Dothraki Khalasar of Khal Jhaqo with the magnifying
glass. It was not as acute as her dragon’s vision and was not able to change
focus on the fly, but it would suffice.
The Khalasar was immense. She knew she must use shock and awe to literally
swoop in and take out Jhaqo, and then kill any others who wanted to challenge.
She would have her dragons sowing fire and death. The death of all potential
male leadership and dragon’s flames would quickly break the Khalasar to her
will. She had spent all day observing.
The Khalasar was currently at restive peace. With the spy glass she clearly saw
women being raped. Her blood began to boil with repressed rage - they were
women of the lamb people, captured. She felt herself thirteen again, being
raped every night. Gods, she would avenge those women. She swore it!
Daenerys crawled back down the escarpment. Her forces had spent weeks trekking
to arrive. Her dragons were waiting on her, ten miles away. They were anxious
to deliver the same justice as their mother. She watched the horizon, waiting
for her small cavalry to arrive. They would come charging in once she had
dispatched the Khalasar leadership. They would help her solidify her control in
the confusion sure to follow.
Then, the Khalasar would be hers. She was the Mare who would mount the world!
- - - - - -
Near dusk her cavalry arrived, Barristan in the lead. She looked over her small
band of loyal bannermen. Syrio was full of nervous energy. Strong Belwas
climbed off the large Destrier he’d been riding and patted his stomach,
complaining that he was starving and needed food to regain his strength. He was
peaked. His horse was definitely glad to have the immense weight off of his
back for a while. Her Blood Riders were also anxious to exact some of their own
revenge. They had been treated most poorly when they rode off with Daenerys.
The others dismounted and prepared to make camp. They would be eating their
food cold without benefit of fire this night.
Daenerys went off a short way with Barristan and Syrio. They were both very
nervous about her plan to go in solo, they felt there was too many
possibilities for things go wrong. They gave her many different scenarios that
would likely result in failure.
She explained to them it had to be this way. “I must be the one to kill the
Khal, and I must do it alone. I want the Khalasar to follow me with undivided
allegiance. I must make the kill on my own; it is the Dothraki way.”
They especially did not like the idea of her taking off her dragon bone chain
mail to fight Jhaqo. But like it or not, she would kill him as a Dothraki. And
she was looking forward to it.
She ate a small meal and did some mediation mantras to collect her thoughts.
She calmed her dragons along with her own mind. Then she rested.
She awoke a few hours before dawn. They had moved from the escarpment and found
a path to guide the horses to the other face near the base. They were three
miles from the edge of the Khalasar, and they would begin their charge when
they saw that Daenerys had succeeded in killing Jhaqo.
She knew that Jhaqo would have to fight her one-on-one when the time came. She
would kill him, and that would be that.
Her dragons had winged in low and were hopping from foot to foot. They were
anxious to be off and take their mother to her destiny. She had moved to the
forward face of the escarpment with her generals. Syrio and Barristan were
passing the spy glass back and forth, as the light of the approaching sun began
to brighten the world. They were as confident as they could be, given the
circumstances. They were being so audacious that the plan almost had to
succeed. They took the defile back to the other side of the escarpment.
Daenerys hugged her two generals and moved over to hug her other great
warriors. She was nearly crushed by Strong Belwas. “Be careful my Khaleesi. I
need for you to come back to me. I am so hungry and only you know how to
prepare that special cheese and locust dish that I crave. Will you fix that for
me after you have won your Khalasar?” he asked with a hopeful tone.
She patted his immense belly. “So demanding!” His eyes went downcast. “But,
yes, I will make my Strong Belwas his favorite dish.” she told him. His eyes
light up as he licked his lips and patted his stomach in anticipation.
Her three Blood Riders came to her. They were still upset that they could not
be there to support their Khaleesi as was their right. She again reminded them
that they could not ride her fiery dragons, and that she needed them coming in
on horseback as her Blood Riders. They would be sung of for many generations as
the Blood Riders of the Mare who mounted the world. They lit up at that and
fiercely hugged their small Khaleesi.
She quickly stepped out onto open ground, and walked over to her nervously
waiting dragons. They were brimming with her anxiety, and they too sought
revenge on the hated Khal. Barristan and Syrio climbed up the escarpment and on
to a large boulder, looking down at her.
The sun was just breaking on the horizon. It was time to go. Her dragon’s tails
were lashing the ground in anticipation.
She mounted Drogon. “Valā loktyro manaerāt jaelza lua!” she shouted. Drogon,
Rhaegal and Viserion lunched in the air with a mighty punching of their wings.
They rose up quickly and were soon over the ridge of the escarpment, then
tipped over and down to disappear as her generals rushed back to their command.
Daenerys and her dragons did not gain altitude but flew down the escarpment
just over the jutting rock outcroppings, picking up speed. The dragons flashed
out over the grass sea, their wings flapping hard. Daenerys felt exhilarated.
As they quickly approached the Khalasar, Daenerys saw the more observant
Dothraki pointing towards the approaching dragons and forces starting to mill
behind them.
She flashed over the edge of the immense encampment. The Khalasar seemed to
stretch from one end of the horizon to the other, it was so large. Khal Jhaqo
must have acquired at least eighty-five thousand riders.
Daenerys’ dragons were only thirty feet off the ground, their wings pumping
hard as the dragons reveled in their speed and the approaching combat. She
spied the large hill that the higher ranking families had set up at the base.
There was a large, open communal area and her dragons quickly veered toward
that. She saw the hobbled horses rearing and bucking in fright.
There were screams as people ran around and quickly pulled back to the edges of
the clearing when it became obvious that it was the dragons’ destination.
Daenerys had her dragons only pull up and land at the very last moment, their
wings beating furiously back, causing small hurricanes. Grass, twigs and dirt
flew in all directions. Once slowed, her dragons landed with graceful ease.
People were gaping. Their horses screamed in terror.
Daenerys felt exalted. Her destiny was finally about to begin. She slid off of
Drogon, striding forward with confidence.
She saw him then, as he stepped forward against the dying wind. His eyes were
large with fear, but he still moved forward, shoulders squared. Khal Jhaqo had
to face her. It did not matter that she was a woman beneath him. She was
challenging him, and he had to accept. He was Khal.
He quickly recovered from the shock of her sudden appearance. Daenerys looked
at Jhaqo. He was indeed a mighty man, tall and thick of chest with large,
muscular arms. His legs were like tree trunks.
She would kill him easily.
“I see the little white haired slut has returned so we can rape and kill her. I
knew you would come back one day; you never were fucked properly. I will enjoy
tearing your asshole apart. You cunt is not worthy of my cock!”
“My, my, Jhaqo … such words.” Daenerys held up her little finger. “I’m not
afraid of a worm.” she smirked, wiggling it.
“Cunt!” Jhaqo shouted, stepping forward. “You have no honor. You would fight me
in chainmail, you fucking twat. You are a worthless piece of shit.”
Daenerys laughed. “I will take off my chainmail. I will kill you as a Dothraki.
I am the mare that mounts the world!” she shouted.
“Fuck you. It is only your dragons that make you Khaleesi.” Jhaqo sneered.
“What would happen to you if they were not here or dead, I wonder?”
Daenerys instincts suddenly pricked. Why would he say this? She mentally spoke
to her children. “Dovaogēdys!” she shouted to them, mind to mind. Her dragons,
who had been relaxed, suddenly went tense, their bodies quivering and tails
agitated.
Daenerys looked around, her head pivoting. She suddenly felt great danger that
she could not place. Her dragon’s fire would blast and melt the camp to slag,
with horses and men charred to ash. Yet Jhaqo looked smug.
Jhaqo began to laugh. “Fichi hrazef zinayi kishi. Fin kisha fonoki, zhey
khaleesi?” How could he be so confident? Something was most certainly wrong.
“Your dragons avoided the Khalasars but you were a Khaleesi and not a Khal. You
do not know the finer points of how a Khalasar moves. Scouts are always out
scooting out fresh water and forage for our horses. They look for new people to
rape and loot. They saw your dragons. I knew you would one day come for me.”
She watched as Jhaqo lifted his hand up, and then whipped it down.
Daenerys and her three dragons were all looking right and left. The Khaleesi’s
eyes bulged when suddenly the hill seemed to morph before her, and netting fell
away. Her mind began screaming. The hill had scorpions lined all across it.
There had to be at least forty, if not more, and they were swiveling down to
aim at her dragons.
“Quptenkos!” Daenerys screamed. “Āeksiot zȳhon vaoreznon jepin!” She was
suddenly filled with terror as she heard the horrible sound of the scorpions
firing off a huge volley of bolts in unison. Her dragons jumped and pumped
their wings furiously as they sought attitude desperately.
“Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii!” Daenerys screamed in agony, collapsing as her left leg
felt like it had been slammed through with a flaming spear. Rhaegal’s left
thigh had been hit by a long scorpion bolt that sunk in several feet. He
staggered, but continued to gain attitude while dripping blood. Daenerys
writhed in pain, her body jerking helplessly.
She felt her body shriek in agony as two barbed bolts ripped through Drogon’s
right wing, leaving two gaping holes. All of Daenerys’ body was flooded with
searing, blistering agony. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on her inner
essence, centering herself.
She could feel that Viserion had gained altitude and moved off as several bolts
chased him. She felt the pain in Rhaegal as he labored for distance. Drogon in
his fury had gained speed and circled back in. He was flying down to come to
his mother’s aid. More scorpions fired off as they were reloaded.
“AAAARRRUUNGGGGGG!” Daenerys screamed. She felt a bolt pierce clear through
Drogon’s tail, halfway down the length of it. The bolt jutted out of both
sides, blood welling out and running down the scaled appendage to splatter off
in the slipstream of his flight. Though injured, the immense dragon still bored
in to save his mother.
Daenerys bucked and writhed on the ground. She screamed as another spearhead
bolt pierced Drogon’s left wing near the root. She was sobbing in pain, her
body shattered along with her son’s.
“Please, please, Drogon fly off!” she whimpered to her beloved son. She sighed
when he finally moved up higher out of range. His rage was hot in her body. She
concentrated again, and found her inner balance and staunched some of the
agony.
Slowly, very slowly, she levered her body up to her palms and then her knees.
Gritting her teeth she stood up on shaky legs. Her body was flushed and on
fire, and she was leaning and swaying. She was finished. Her sword was still in
its scabbard on her back. She did not have the strength to reach up and pull it
out.
Khal Jhaqo was laughing. “Not so mighty now, are you slut?! You are not worthy
of my dick … I will have my riders rape you.” He turned to his men. “Take her.
Make her bleed … fuck her to death! Violate her and then beat her!” His men
eyed her with hot, hungry looks.
Daenerys felt defeat, all of her dreams dashed. Her plans had come to naught.
She had not even won her first battle. She would not survive this. Her
shoulders slumped.
“You will know what to do when you are in need. Remember, only once can you use
it.” Suddenly, the echo of forgotten words came to her mind. Her body suddenly
stiffened, and her back straightened.
“Look at the slut … she is anxious for her rape!” Jhaqo laughed.
Daenerys ripped the dirk out from behind her belt where she had placed it. She
gripped it with her right hand and lifted her left hand up, slashing the blade
across the back of her hand.
The cut opened up and blood welled up but did not flow down her hand. It was
wide open, full of blood, but did not run.
The surrounding Dothraki stared at her strange behavior, wondering what she was
trying to accomplish.
Suddenly they all heard loud, roynish barking all around the Khalasar. She saw
confusion in Jhaqo’s eyes as he looked around for the source. She heard loud
screams of agony as confusion started to multiply around them.
A strange animal burst into the communal area, pelting toward her on all fours.
It barked as it ran. It had a tunic on, belted at the waist. It was a being!
The ur-vile ran up to her. How did she know what its name was? The beast, no,
her ally rose up on his hind legs.
She gaped at the ur-vile as did everyone else. The creature had a long torso
and equal length limbs. Its arms and legs were proportionate, allowing it to
run on all fours. The ur-vile was about five foot eight inches tall, and its
skin was midnight black. The ur-vile had no eyes, and only a slit for a mouth
with sharp teeth clearly visible. It had pointed ears high up on its head that
twitched in all directions. Its face was dominated by a nose that covered the
whole center of it. The nose had large nostrils that were surrounded by fleshy
folds. The creature breathed heavily with loud sniffs. Daenerys instinctively
knew the ur-vile used its sense of smell as its vision.
All this had happened within seconds. The ur-vile’s hand flashed out and held
her wrist in an iron grip. Its other hand went into its tunic and pulled out a
dirk that mirrored her own. The creature slashed the blade across the back of
its own hand that was gripping Daenerys’. The cut opened, and black blood
pooled but did not flow.
The ur-vile began to chant, and the chant was joined in all around as more ur-
viles poured into the clearing from all directions. The beasts barked wildly,
furiously, more of them joining in. The first ones to appear started to jump up
and down on all four. Their leaps propelled them high in the air. The Dothraki
backed up in confusion and rising fear.
Ur-viles started to form up behind the Loremaster, rising up on their hind
legs. There was no cohesion to the group as it moved and the ur-viles barked
harshly at each other. Some seemed to be arguing while others stomped around in
random patterns. The Loremaster in a flash flipped his hand over and mashed his
cut into Daenerys’.
“FFFFFUUCKKKKKKK—UUNNGGHHHIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Daenerys screamed, but not in agony.
This was a scream of exhalation.
Power flooded into her body. Her mental wounds were no more. Her body was
filled to overflowing with power and strength, and she felt like she could
crush mountains.
“Form up! Form UP gods damn it!” Jhaqo yelled at his commanders as he shook off
his shock. His men shook themselves from their stupor, following his lead.
Warriors ran to hobbled horses and struggled with the panicked animals that
stomped their hooves and turned round and round in panic delaying the Dothraki
from forming up into ranks.
The Loremaster released Daenerys’ wrist. She ripped her sword out of its
scabbard, the blade glowing bright blue and eager for bloodshed. She ripped it
back and forth and screamed, her voice ringing across the grass sea as a
rippling ring of power.
The area had filled with ur-viles. At least two hundred of them were in the
communal area alone, barking and milling around. They gathered behind their
Loremaster in a haphazard manner.
That changed in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the ur-viles formed up.
What seemed like confusion in one second transformed into a compact wedge
behind the Loremaster. The creature put away his dirk and pulled out a long
iron stave with a sharpened tip. That tip glowed and rippled with a red tint.
The other creatures were slightly shorter than their Loremaster. Seemingly out
of nowhere the creatures on the edge the black wedge had long blades of their
own, either iron or bone. The ur-viles crouched, anxious for violence. Black
ichor dripped off most while a few glowed blood-red and hissed.
Power radiated out of the wedge and from Daenerys herself. She would tear her
enemies limb from limb. A phalanx of horses had formed up and now stormed
towards the wedge of strange beasts thinking to shatter and then kill them.
Sixty horses charged as one.
The wedge pivoted effortlessly, the point now aimed at the hard charging
phalanx. The barking rose up in pitch. The Loremaster made a slashing motion
with his stave and hot, black ichor spewed out of the tip in an arc. Black acid
landed on horse and rider, the substance eating deep into flesh instantly. Next
bone and metal were effortlessly melted away. The screams were horrible to
hear. Those that survived, continued forward. The ur-viles on that edge ripped
their blades up at the last moment. Glowing hot blades chopped men and horses
alike to ribbons.
Daenerys screamed in power and exhalation. She ran forward towards her mortal
enemy.
 
Barristan
“Oh my gods.” Barristan breathed out in horror. He was staring through the
spyglass he and Syrio had been sharing. They were all on the other side of the
escarpment, up high enough to observe their Queen.
He went slacked-jawed when he saw the camouflage nets drop. He was even more
horrified when he saw the scorpions.
He screamed in his mind. How could he have been so stupid?! He had totally
underestimated his enemy. He never did that! He had assumed the Dothraki were
incapable of thinking outside of their comfort zone. Their commander had
foreseen dragons and came up with a brilliant counterstroke. He had doomed
Daenerys with his incompetence.
Groaning in his soul, he watched the scorpions fire their first volleys. He saw
a bolt strike Rhaegal in the left upper leg and even from this distance they
could hear his scream of pain.
“What the hell is happening, man?!” Syrio barked at Barristan, trying half-
heartedly to take the spying glass. He saw enough to know he did not really
want to see. Barristan heard shock and fear multiplying in their small ranks.
Barristan looked on, aghast. He watched Drogon take several shots through his
left wing. His rage screamed in the air. His view went back to his Queen. She
was writhing on the ground. Oh gods—her mental link with her dragons. She was
feeling their pain. He saw Drogon move back in to save his mother, and two more
bolts found their target. One hit his tail, and his other wing.
Barristan saw his white haired Queen as she writhed and flipped on the ground
like a fish out of water in agony. He knew it was over. He watched his Queen
slowly get on her feet, swaying. She was going to fall over at any moment. She
was spent.
He would charge into the Dothraki horde and give his life. He deserved his
fate. He had failed his Queen. He was an abje—whatttt!?
“What the fuck is that?” he softly exhaled. Something had run out into the
clearing. It ran up to Daenerys and stood before her. What the hell is that?
There were now more of these things running out into the clearing. They began
to mill around, many jumping up and down in a strange macabre dance. He saw the
first creature cut itself and mash his and Daenerys’ hands together, back to
back. The hands wallowed into each other.
They heard Daenerys’ yell washed over them across the distance. It was not a
scream of pain, but of power and hope.
He saw the strange beasts form a triangle and meet the initial charge of the
Dothraki. The Dothraki were quickly annihilated.
“Syrio … you won’t believe this … Daenerys has been saved by—”
“Let me guess.” Syrio cut over Barristan. “Creatures that are all black with
long torsos and strangely proportioned limbs have come to her aid. They have no
eyes and huge noses with ears on the top of their head. They wear dark tunics
and have iron and bone blades.” Syrio said calmly.
“How the fuck can you see that without the spy glass, Syrio?” Barristan
growled, putting down the tool. He turned to look behind him. No one was
looking at him, but were instead staring back up the escarpment.
It was covered in ur-viles.
The creatures ranged up the slope in a haphazard manner, all of them had
started barking in a discordant fashion. The cacophony was confusing, as if all
the ur-viles had something urgent to say and were barking over each other to be
heard.
Some were jumping up and down.   Others stood still, looking clearly at
Barristan. Others were clinging to the sides of boulders with hands that had
two thumbs and Barristan saw that their bare feet had a hook claw on the back
that held into small cracks in the rocks. They hung off at weird angles. A few
were chasing around each other in a melee of circles, barking and baying.
One disassociated itself from the melee of bodies and confidently came up to
Barristan. He saw up close the fleshy mound of folds around two gaping
nostrils. The ur-vile was sniffing hard, and then it extended its strange hand
and gripped his arm in warrior fashion.
The message was clear. We are brothers.
“Men hear me. These crea—” suddenly a word appeared in his mind, “ur-viles have
come to give us aid against our foes. Another group of these compatriots even
now fight and die for our Queen. Can we do any less?
“We will leave here and fly to our Queen’s aid. This may seem like a waste of
life and folly. But I choose to give my life for my Queen in her moment of
need. Let the minstrels write of this ride of valor into the maul of a
seemingly unmatchable foe! Let us fly to the defense of the woman who has given
meaning to our lives!”
Barristan did not look back. He ran to his horse and vaulted up onto its back,
then kicked his heels into its ribs. The horse reared and screamed out its war
challenge and started forward. Barristan heard a loud shout from his men. Their
yells and cheers were of victory, and death to the Queen’s foes.
Suddenly, to his right and left the ur-viles vaulted past him, sprinting
between the boulders effortlessly or hopping from boulder to boulder with never
a doubt of their balance. The beasts pelted past Barristan, all the while
barking furiously.
Then he was out on the open plain. They had three miles to ride to reach their
Queen. The last of the ur-viles sped past Barristan. He wheeled his horse
around several times as his forces came flowing out of the small defile and
into the plain with him. He turned his war horse around and sped after the ur-
viles who continued to bark fiercely.
The Khaleesi’s Blood Riders were instantly at his side. They were bred and born
to be cavalry and effortlessly kept up with Barristan. They looked at him with
fierce joy in their eyes. The love of combat coupled with a thirst for revenge
at their treatment fired up their souls like nothing else.
The Loremaster slowed and Barristan came up beside him, his horse in a full
gallop. The ur-vile suddenly jumped up and landed behind Barristan on his
horse. Impossibly the creature was able to keep its balance on his horse’s
wildly flexing and jerking haunches. The creature looked forward and then
behind at the riders as they whipped their horses to urge them forward.
For the next two miles the ur-vile rode silently, standing up on the back of
the horse. Barristan heard it humming a discordant chant. He felt power flowing
out the ur-vile and into his horse and the other horses and they did not tire
during their breakneck race to their Queen’s aid.
They were half mile from the edge of Khalasar now. The Loremaster produced a
long iron stave with a sharpened tip even as it was wildly jostled by the
galloping horse beneath it. It barked loudly and the ur-viles that were several
hundred yards in front of the riders heard their Loremaster. The creatures
suddenly slowed and stood up on two feet.
The Loremaster jumped off Barristan’s horse’s back and landed hard, rolling to
its feet and running to get at the front of the milling and barking ur-viles.
Barristan watched up close, his mouth hanging when he saw how the creatures
went from one moment a confused roiling mass of individuals to the next where
they were formed up into a tight-knit wedge of over two hundred. The Loremaster
was at the apex, and on each side blades of iron and bone appeared. The blades
were rippling with dire power.
Power that was allied to himself and his Queen.
“Attack! To our Queen!” Barristan yelled to the ur-viles and his men following
close behind.
He spied a ragtag group of Dothraki riding out to meet them. They had not had
time to organize, but still rushed out to meet the threat.
The Loremaster whipped its iron stave right and left. Long ribbons of eldritch
acid flew out, finding horse and rider and immediately ate through leather,
flesh and bone as if it was butter. Those that avoided the splashes of acid
were savagely chopped in two or ragged quarters by the flashing blades of the
ur-viles as the Dothraki tried to breach their wedge.
The screams of the dying were loud and shrill. Then the wedge slammed into the
edge of the Khalasar. Tents and small grass structures were flattened and
trampled with the rapid advance of the ur-vile wedge cutting ever deeper into
the Khalasar.
Barristan had a passing sorrow for the innocent women and children caught in
this parade of death. His own forces were still trying to catch up to the
impossibly fast moving, magical creatures.
Then he received another shock. Behind the passing wedge he saw women, children
and babies appear. Their habitats had been utterly crushed and trampled but the
innocents were being spared. They were spread out on the ground, starting to
push themselves up. Dazed, confused and disheveled but alive. How? How could
these ur-viles move so fast and over the innocent and yet spare them? Just what
had they allied themselves with?
“Stay to their flank. Let them shatter the charges and we will protect their
flanks.” A group of spearmen rushed forward and hurled their spears at the
wedge. The Loremaster burned and broke most, and the rest of the ur-viles
slashed the others down. Only a few managed to land in the wedge. Barristan saw
a dead ur-vile with a spear through its throat as the formation moved forward.
They could be killed.
Now he was slashing and jabbing with his sword raining death in all directions.
The Dothraki had no discipline in their attacks; they were savage and mighty
but unskilled.
He saw one of his men about to be chopped with an Arakh when an ur-vile jutted
out the bloody red tip of its bone stave and fiery red ichor enveloped the
Dothraki rider and horse in searing red flame. The screams of their dying was
hideous.
“Stay close to the wedge! Let us protect each other! Spread the word!”
Barristan whirled his horse around and chopped down riders, cut horses throats
and split their heads open.
He saw Syrio Forel’s rapier move faster than light, slashing open bellies and
spilling intestines or piercing hearts and brains with the tip. Other warriors
chopped savagely. He saw Rohar Archyr go down, pierced by an arakh chop and two
arrows jutting out his chest. Barristan roared, surging forward and beheaded
the Dothraki rider.
Arrows were flying wildly. Some of his own warriors were accomplished bowmen
and they shot death back out in return. The ur-viles were burning many of the
arrows out of the sky with a red glow that began emanating out from the wedge.
Barristan saw that Strong Belwas had dismounted. He was far too large to be
effective on horseback. His destrier fought loyally by his side, trampling
unhorsed Dothraki and slamming into other horses, knocking them off their
track. Belwas’ scimitar was slashing men and their beasts down in fountains of
blood and gore.
The wedge staggered. A huge phalanx of Dothraki horses slammed into the apex
and far side of the formation. The Loremaster killed many with his acid and
others were gutted and slashed apart with blades of iron and bone yet still the
Dothraki charged, their numbers too great to be halted. Furious barks of ur-
viles and shouts of men filled the air. The wedge held and bent, the point
moving around. Now the Loremaster was in the midst of the charge, his iron
stave sending out splashes and long arcs of black acid death. Dothraki fell in
great numbers around the shrilly barking Loremaster.
Syrio, Barristan and ten others slammed into the Dothraki’s horses from the
side. Their mounts reared to bash in men and horse skulls as swordsmen chopped
and hacked. The wedge surged forward, killing the rest and proceeding into a
group of bowmen firing arrows. As they moved onward, several more ur-viles
fell.
 
Daenerys
She felt like a god as she vaulted forward. Her arms were filled with unbridled
power. She could crush boulders.
She crashed into the nearest Dothraki in a flash. Her blade whirled in a swirl
so fast it was invisible to the naked eye, her strength so great she chopped
the man clean in half. She wildly charged the next men in her path as they
attempted to stand their ground. Her Valryian blade slashed through spines and
femurs like balsa wood. She killed easily with her blade moving so fast it was
a blur.
She was killing machine. She moved to the next man her blade chopped off the
man’s Dothraki’s sword arm before she sliced his head in half like an overripe
pear.
Her shouts of exhalation reverberated across the grass sea. When riders
approached her at wild gallop she easily avoided them, jumping up to sever
heads and split bodies apart with her immense strength easily pulling her blade
from bone. She saw that the ur-viles were battling toward the hill to take out
the dreaded scorpions.
She saw some of those siege weapons start to point down at the new barking
threat. Viserion flew down and roared, spewing flame but was too high to deal
flaming death. All of the scorpions were again wheeled skyward.
She watched several waves of mounted horses charge into the fighting wedge. The
first wave was largely reduced to screaming death by the long ribbons of jet
black acid arching through the air and splashing through the riders. Where the
acid landed, flesh and bones were reduced to slag. Horses simply folded with
ruined ribs, spines, or missing heads.
But the Dothraki were nothing if not brave. The second wave was only partially
annihilated by the Loremaster and raggedly crashed into the wedge. The other
ur-viles blades slashed up, slicing horses wide open and looping heads off
necks. Some plashed red or black ichor out from their blade tips igniting horse
and rider in clinging flames that refused to be doused.
Dust was rising up from the trampled dirt. The dust stung eyes and obscured the
battlefield. She charged forward seeking Jhaqo to kill him and end this battle.
Fuck honor! She would chop him in half. He had run up the hill and was shouting
at his scorpion operators. The weapons were turned towards the ground. They
ignored the white dragon that screamed overhead in frustration and righteous
anger.
In their haste, most of the bolts shot off to hit dirt but two landed in the
formation killing an ur-vile. She was enraged. She started to charge toward the
hill but a volley of arrows came at her. Several hit her chainmail, bruising
but not stopping her. Another hit her mail just above her wrist and one
whistled past her eye.
Foolishness! I can be killed out here alone! She had run off from her
protectors in her overconfidence and blood lust. She saw more arrows being
fired at her. She blocked them with her flashing sword, her coordination
supernaturally enhanced.
She wheeled around, crouching down and chopping the legs out from underneath
two horses that had charged her. She quickly dispatched the riders as they lie
trapped underneath their dead mounts. She moved on into the next mounted
charge, chopping horses down and severing riders’ legs as she moved past the
onslaught. The surviving riders wheeled, but she was on them moving in a blur
with fast slashes of her blade.
She observed the ur-viles stilling their attack and taking out the bolts as
they flew towards them at the last instant with precise arcs of acid that
slashed bolts in half. All momentum had stopped. Riders were gathering for
another massive charge.
A loud roar filled the sky. Viserion dove down with his wings pulled in tight
to his body and shot past, roaring out flame. His fire found two scorpions and
set them ablaze. Men were reduced to screaming corpses as the wood ignited, the
iron bands already glowing cherry red. Viserion slashed back across the sky
from the other direction, sending out another mighty gout of flame to destroy a
third scorpion.
The scorpion operators desperately worked their launchers to align them
skyward. A black shadow of death flew past a dizzying speed. Drogon’s mighty
breath of fire destroyed another scorpion and engulfed many archers that had
climbed the side of the hill to fire down on the melee. The dragons went up
high in the sky with the remaining, still numerous scorpions, wheeled back up
to the sky to aim at the roaring and dodging dragons. The dragons staying just
out of range frustrating the scorpion operators. The dragons taunted the
operators to keep the focus on them and not their mother and her allies.
Dust and ash obscured the dragons as they wheeled and circled just of range of
the frustrated scorpion operators. Thick, acrid smoke rose up into the air.
Daenerys noticed more dust and smoke from south-east and knew that Barristan
and Syrio had joined the fray. She could only hope they were still alive.
“Hhhhnnngggggggg!” Daenerys exclaimed as suddenly all air was punched out her
lungs. Two spears had hurled into her back and flattened her to the ground. The
spears fell away afterward, her Dragon Chain mail preventing any penetration,
barely. She felt links jammed through linen and jammed into her skin. Her
eldritch strength instantly healed her.
She sprang up and dodged another spear that nearly went through her throat. She
jerked and dived as arrows whizzed past. She saw a large phalanx of gathered
horses now forming up. To her left were spearmen and to her right was a forming
line of bowmen.
She could only defend one direction. She had let her confidence betray her. No
plan survives first contact with one’s enemy! She had doomed herself again. She
wanted to scream but calmed herself, deciding to take as many of her enemies
down to hell with her as she could. Arrows were fired and she dodged most but
three hit her hard in the chest knocking her back. She gasped for breath. A
spear hit spun her around. She got up immediately.
She could feel her exhalation holding but she knew it would end. She had killed
scores if not several hundred of her Dothraki foes but it did not matter. She
could not fight a Khalasar without her dragons’ full support. The spearmen
raised their spears in unison. She could see mounted horses were going to
follow the spears in and overwhelm her.
A long line of acid splashed into the line of spearmen, killing most in howling
agony. The fighting wedge slammed into those that remained. The Loremaster
charged the mounted horsemen, spewing out gouts of acid killing horses and
riders in boiling black. The wedge slammed into the survivors, cutting them
savagely and spewing out small gusts of acid and sticky flame.
The ur-viles had given up their attack on the hill to save Daenerys.
A line unseen of spearmen charged forward unexpectedly. The ur-viles, though
surprised, chopped most of the charging men down.
Daenerys fell on them with savage fury from the side. She slashed and chopped
men in half in her rage and cleaved limbs and heads.
Her dragons were diving and weaving, keeping the scorpions trained on them.
Blood slicked the churned up ground and severed body parts nearly tripped her.
The smoke of fire and acid hung thick in the air.
The battle had ignited many of the closest tents and lodgings on fire. These
flames were spreading, adding more smoke and confusion to the field of battle.
Suddenly, the Loremaster was before her. He barked at her fiercely, his fleshy
nostrils quivering and snot splattering.
She nodded her head. The meaning was clear. Stay the fuck with me dammit!
Daenerys had learned her lesson.
 
Syrio
To the right and to the left Syrio slashed and pierced hearts with his rapier.
He had never seen anything like this. He was used to fighting one-on-one or
small groups. There were thousands of men milling around, and that was not
counting the women and children running around screaming.
The ur-viles were burning wagons full of supplies and destroying domiciles.
They knew the ones that were inhabited. They used acid to set empty ones on
fire and simply bowled over the ones with inhabitants inside. Somehow the
children and women were rolled over yet left otherwise unharmed behind the
quick marching formation. It was fucking amazing!
Six Dothraki surrounded him and he dodged and ducked their arakhs whistling
past his face and ribs. He could not focus enough to kill anyone as he focused
on simply surviving. Suddenly three fell dead with arrows in their throats. He
saw Marleya Blackmyre near the wedge shooting her bow. She bent down and
scooped up quivers from the dead Dothraki to keep firing. He quickly dispatched
the three remaining riders.
“Fuck!” he yelled, feeling an arrow brush his ear. Blood dripped down the side
of his face and he saw a huge charge of Dothraki pelting toward them.
“Fall back, fall back!” Barristan yelled as the ur-vile wedge pivoted to meet
the charge and surged forward. A huge arc of black acid was flung in the air
and with unerring accuracy fell along the forward line of the horse charge.
Horses and riders dropped dead, tripping the riders coming up behind them.
A shock rippled the ground as Dothraki riders and ur-viles collided. Riders
died with their bodies coated in clinging fire or burning acid. Ur-vile blades
chopped through muscle and bone like it was paper. But the rush was great
enough to stagger their formation. Ur-viles fell but the breach instantly
sealed as the next ur-viles waiting in the wings stepped up with blades at the
ready.
Barristan and three warriors slammed into the Dothraki and killed five before
they could wheel about. More died, but so did one of their own.
Syrio screamed and joined the fray. His rapier ripped through backs and cut
spines in two. The ur-vile Loremaster sent out a surge of acid melting the last
of the Dothraki and surged forward. Arrows were raining down on the ur-viles
and they threw up a red weave that shimmered and burned most of them. Those
that did not burn slipped through with a few finding their targets.
He felt a surge of black acid rush past his shoulder, incinerating a rider who
had snuck up on him in the confusion.
Another throng of Dothraki charged him. He slew the first two but his horse was
pressed back and the other Dothraki spread out to surround him. He slashed
right and left to keep them at bay, but they were pressing in.
Suddenly on his right he saw two arakhs slash into and through his assailants.
Aggo and Jhogo wound in among their Dothraki foes, spinning as their blades
slashed and chopped deeply into muscled bodies. The blades ripped out just to
slash again.
Syrio used the distraction in that sector to turn and quickly dispatch the
assailants on his other side. He was soon joined by the two Blood Riders to
finish killing the remaining Dothraki. Then the Blood Riders spurred their
horses, riding off to find more kills.
His horse shrieked and wheeled when a long line of fire appeared in front of
him. A second line of incendiary flame followed that ignited grass, structures,
men and horses in blue white fire. The screams were hideous as horses and men
seemed to melt and burn before his eyes.
The smoke and acrid stench of burning flesh was thick in the air. The dragons
made another pass, thinning the ranks of the enemy. The dragons took out their
vengeance beyond the range of the scorpions. The ur-viles barked wildly and
surged into the breach created by the dragons, now wheeling and gaining
attitude.
Syrio slashed right and then chased down two riders fleeing in panic killing
them with two flicks of his blade.
The whole area was a mass of confusion. The ur-viles were working furiously to
join their brethren fighting with the queen. Another two phalanxes formed and
charged into them. He fell back with his fellow dwindling warriors. The
Loremaster pivoted to the right and met the charge, his acid arcing out in
three ribbons. That phalanx was cut apart and the wedge surged forward, their
blades slashing furiously.
The second rush was able to hit the other side of the wedge hard. The formation
sagged in, but held. Ur-viles fell and were trampled but their brothers filled
in the gap instantly, their blades out and slashing death. Their human warriors
fell on the Dothraki who were concentrating on the greater threat.
The next several minutes was only confusion to Syrio. He was surrounded by
Dothraki and he was prepared to die. Then he was suddenly surrounded by barking
and buffeting black foreign bodies as he was enveloped by the protective wedge.
He felt ancient, arcane magic surging back and forth between the ur-viles.
Their magic was old and powerful. They were working in perfect concert,
supporting each other and combining themselves and their magic to make them so
much more than their few numbers compared to the sea they were fighting
against.
Then Syrio was out on the other side of the wedge. A few dead ur-viles spewed
out black blood along with forty or fifty dead Dothraki and their horses as the
wedge moved on. The two dead ur-viles were left behind.
Syrio now knew that each loss weakened the wedge from his close association
passing through it. But their numbers were still enough to keep the formation
intact. For now.
He kicked his horse and charged forth. He saw Strong Belwas, surrounded by dead
horses and Dothraki. The wall of dead kept attackers from overwhelming him. He
was about to be feathered by a group of Dothraki Archers. He cut the first
three down before they even knew he was there. In the confusion he killed
several more. Somehow Belwas had climbed over his barricade of dead and smashed
into the horses, cutting their legs out from under them and spilling riders
right and left.
Syrio trampled them with his horse and cut a few more throats as his horse
whipped around.
He looked and saw the dragons circling the hill. They had learned the range of
the scorpions now and flew just out of it, keeping their attention. He saw
Viserion rise up and then dive down, his wings folded close to his body to
reduce his target and streaking down low over the hill, his hot blue-white fire
burning another scorpion to slag and charred timber. He flew out the lessening
hail of bolts. The dragons had whittled the numbers down.
Smoke was boiling up around the hill. He realized with a rush of adrenaline
that they were much closer now. They were making progress!
Smoke was everywhere and he coughed, his eyes burning. He saw women weeping as
they staggered around in panic. The Dothraki trampled them with no regard. It
infuriated him. Their own riders were killing their women and children while
these inhuman ur-viles had killed none.
The ur-viles burned more supplies and a line of wagons as they blazed up in
eldritch fire. They were throwing out acid and slashing blades, dispensing
death in all directions. They still always avoided killing the women and
children. Unlike the Dothraki warriors.
Syrio roared, throwing himself at Dothraki riders and killing them in a fury of
hate.
 
Daenerys
The ur-vile wedge was surging forward in short bursts. They had taken losses
with a line of dead behind them but they were nearing the base of the hill now.
Their losses were dwarfed by the mounds of dead Dothraki stretched out behind
the formation.
The ur-viles had set fire to the large pile of supplies and plunder that came
across. They had come across a group of lamb women weeping and huddling
together. Daenerys cried out when the wedge washed over the huddled women. She
was infuriated. She was here to save the helpless, dammit!
Her mouth gaped open when the wedge moved on and the women were sprawled out on
the ground, slowly sitting up in shock. How did the ur-viles do that?!
They finally reached the hill. She could feel her exhalation fading. It had
served her well; she had survived her baptism of fire. She had made mistakes
but she was alive! The ur-viles started to climb up the hill, still keeping
their wedge intact.
The closest scorpion went up in flames. Volleys of arrows came whistling down
and a huge wall of riders were pelting down on the formation from behind.
Daenerys jumped in front of the riders. Her eldritch strength was going to end,
but not quite yet. She was a whirling dervish of death. Her blade chopped horse
and men alike apart. She broke the initial charge. The ur-viles on the back end
of the wedge were ready, and their blades reached out to chop and thrust out
pure death.
The horses slammed into the wedge. It held even as more Dothraki and ur-vile
fell in death. She was slashing her sword right and left, taking down riders
lessening the force of the pressing rush.
She heard the barking grow louder and looked up, more of the scorpions had gone
up in flames. Suddenly her black and white dragons flew through at breakneck
speed, spewing fire up and over the hill igniting more siege weapons on fire.
Archers and scorpion operators ran alight screaming as they fell into death.
“Yessssss!” Daenerys screamed in triumph. She chopped and slashed, killing more
Dothraki. The ur-viles fell back, their mission accomplished. The dragons
wheeled in again and most of the rest of the scorpions went up in flames, the
iron melting and timbers burning wildly.
Smoke was everywhere. She climbed up the hill. Her exhalation was failing now,
but she used what was left to move up deftly and surely slicing down archers
and surviving scorpion operators. She was removing the advantage of height.
She looked out and was filled with fire and hope. She saw another wedge of ur-
viles surrounded by the remnants of her warriors. She was elated to see
Barristan and Syrio on horse and chopping and piercing Dothraki dead. Strong
Belwas was near the ur-vile wedge dispensing death with each slice of his
sword. Her Blood Riders whirled and slashed on all sides of them as they helped
protect the right side of the ur-vile formation.
The ur-vile wedge had left a wide trail of devastation. All structures in that
path had been burned or crushed or both. She could see where the Loremaster had
sent out long arcs of black acid to attack other stores of food and wares. She
looked around and saw long lines of fiery destruction around the Khalasar. Her
dragons had served her and her allies well. The lines seemed random, but she
knew that they were put down to sow confusion and keep the Dothraki from
organizing.
The other wedge and her warriors were chopping and surging forward. She could
see that they would soon link up. It would not be enough. She looked out along
the swath of devastation left by the ur-vile wedge with Barristan. She could
count over fifty dead ur-viles and was sure she had missed some in the carnage
of war. She knew her own benefactors had taken grievous losses.
Her warriors had given out many times the death that they had received. She
looked out around the communal area and the path that the other ur-vile
formation had cut through to reach her. She could see a sea of dead horses and
Dothraki. Her forces had killed at least five or six thousand so far.
It was not nearly enough. The Khal had a sea of at least near eighty thousand
warriors left to wage war against her forces. That still left the odds at over
two hundred to one. She had to put an end to the fighting. Her forces were
still killing at a horrific rate as she watched horses and riders burned to ash
or bone and blades chopping Dothraki down like limbs from a pruning shears.
Another charge boiled toward the ur-viles as Daenerys watched. Somehow the
wedge reversed itself and the Loremaster who had been on the hill finishing off
the destruction of the scorpions was at the apex of it, facing the charging
horses. Again the shock was frightening to see and feel as ur-vile formation
and horses collided.
The Dothraki were butchered in horrific numbers but their bravery was rewarded
as they pressed in and were able to kill two ur-viles. Each loss reduced yet
again the size of their wedge and fighting force.
Drogon had retreated from the fighting around the center of the Khalasar.
Rhaegal was nearly prostrate on the ground four miles from the edge of the
Khalasar, his injury having sapped his strength. A group of Dothraki were
galloping towards Rhaegal’s location, intent on killing him.
Daenerys was about to shout a mental command to Drogon, but he was ahead of his
mother in coming to the aid of his injured brother.
The Dothraki never knew what hit them as she watched her black son’s body coil
and then stretch out as a mighty blast of dragon fire flew out of his mouth and
incinerated the Dothraki and their mounts as blood boiled and muscles were
charred and then turned to ash. The screams were hideous, but Daenerys felt
nothing. They were trying to harm her children.
Khal Jhago had much to answer for.
She looked around and found what she sought. She felt elation and fury erupt in
her small body. “Yooouuuuuu!” she shouted in a loud scream of righteousness and
jumped down off the hill.
 
Barristan
The fighting was never ending. The ur-viles were taking the brunt of the
attacks but his own forces were suffering grievously. He had lost over half of
his valiant fighters. For every one of their losses they inflicted well over
thirty he was sure.
It would not be enough. It was like a mighty cliff up against the surging ocean
on the coast. Each pounding of the next wave eroded it just that little bit
more. In time the ocean would win. They were lost in the Dothraki sea of
warriors.
Still he fought on. He slashed and hacked down rider after rider. These men
were fearless in battle. They hurled themselves against the black wedge of
death relentlessly. Their losses were grievous, but still they pressed their
attacks. When an ur-vile fell there were no more to take their place where ten
or more Dothraki came up to fight in the place of their fallen brethren.
The attack of the ur-viles had been always moving forward leaving a wake of
destruction behind them of mangled and acid eaten bodies. Shelters burned to
the ground and wagon trains set alight. Goats and sheep were butchered to
deprive the Dothraki of future food and the remaining panicked animals running
around wildly adding to the confusion.
Now the wedge had ceased its forward movement. To be still was courting certain
death. He kicked his horse racing to the apex of the wedge. There he saw the
wedge and indeed ceased movement. The Loremaster was sniffing hard. Barristan
looked forward and tried to discern what had stopped the ur-viles rapid forward
attack.
It took him fifteen seconds to realize what had gripped the ur-viles and caused
them to stop. Now they had started a chant that had changed pitch and timbre
from their earlier vocals. It became a rolling melody that rose and fell from
front to back and then back again like waves crashing on the ocean shore. The
ur-viles began to jump and down making their fighting wedge appear like a
rolling wave.
The Dothraki were adapting their attack. They had been slaughtered in their
piecemeal attacks. The individuals and small formations had been obliterated.
They had given the ur-viles losses but they were few and far between.
The Dothraki were massing a huge formation of riders lined up in repeated rows
in front to the ur-vile wedge. Barristan saw they were amassing thousands of
riders and now men with spears were forming up behind them. It was clear their
intent.
He had to admire their courage. They were going to move in mass forward and
envelope the ur-vile wedge. The leading riders would surely die but their
deaths while grievous in number would allow their brothers behind them to come
into contact with the ur-vile wedge and use their weapons up close.
They and Barristan had seen the Loremaster use his stave to hurl his acid but
it had become clear that after a large arc he needed close from three to five
seconds to ready the next large slash of acid to throw at his enemies as he
tired. They would be able to kill him between splashes as they overwhelmed his
brothers protecting him as he readied his next arc of death.
A purple haze had started to waft up over the ur-viles. The mist reached up
several hundred feet but did not rise any further or disperse. The ur-viles
bodies were still jumping in a rhythmic manner making the wedge front to back
ripple over and over.
Barristan looked behind them. Movement had prevented the Dothraki from forming
an attack from the rear. Those behind them were still in shock and dealing with
confused women, children and animals in their way. Fires burning out of control
sending up flames to panic horses and throw riders.
He knew the wedge had to start moving very soon or they would be butchered. He
saw a young Dothraki surge his horse forward and stormed toward the ur-viles.
Several arrows whizzed out but they missed. The Dothraki youth threw a spear
and it landed!
The ur-viles did not burn or knock it down as they had been doing. Why! He
thought furiously. An arrow from Marleya pierced the boys skull and jammed
through his brain the point jamming into the other side of his skull the force
hurling him off his horse. His body jerked on the ground in its death throes.
Then Barristan shouted out “Defend the ur-viles! They are preparing something
but they are defenseless until then!” He moved out and engaged a Dothraki
preparing to hurl a spear at the wedge. Barristan’s blade hit the man in the
ribs just as he prepared to fling his spear. His sword cleaved deep into his
body. Blood spewed out the man’s mouth and gushed out the gaping wound when
Barristan ripped his blade out.
He wielded around. A thick purple haze now filled the sky over the wedge. He
saw the blood riders of Daenerys, Syrio and four of his men rush from the other
side of the ur-vile wedge launching into the Dothraki to prevent them from
attacking.
General confusion kept the Dothraki from organizing any more to finish them off
their tormentors. He knew that that the reprieve could not last much longer.
More Dothraki were getting their courage up and coming forward. Many were
feathered and others engaged but several more spears were hurled and found ur-
vile spitting them as they could not defend themselves as they chanted and
jumped.
Barristan looked behind them. A force was forming up behind them. No! They were
about to completely out flanked and attacked on two sides. The ur-viles had to
act!
Suddenly two long tongues of flame lashed over the riders behind them. Drogon
and Viserion belched long rivers of flame onto the riders behind them as they
flew over at dizzying speed. Barristan still was shocked seeing how the flames
melted men to slag and horses ran off screaming enveloped in flame that soon
had horses and riders if still on them running wildly. The horses would run
only to fall to their knees screaming and wildly flipping around on the ground
the flames still burning hotly.
The dragons roared loud bellowing screams of rage and violence. The sounds were
deafening and sowed confusion. The echoing dragon roars prolonged the rebel’s
lifespan as horses of the Dothraki screamed in panic and many bucked riders who
had to fight to stay seated.
Barristan watched the dragons soar up and pivot over and dive back down again
sending out long tongues of flame to send rivers of death down among the
milling around Dothraki. Their fires roasting men alive and sending horses
crashing over as meat bubbled off bone. More dragon screams of rage filled the
air.
Thick smoke roils of smoke drifted over all. The stench of roasted flesh and
death was thick on the air currents.
Barristan looked forward as the dragons flew off having cut off the rear attack
and were now menacing the hill again. Barristan was impressed with Drogon’s
strength and endurance with the iron spike still embedded in his whipping tail.
It seemed to only fuel his rage at his enemies.
There was a thick purple haze over the ur-vile wedge now that did not drift.
The haze had settled down to only a hundred feet over their heads. Arrows and
spears that pierced the haze did not come out again. The ur-viles were now
barking furiously their waves of bobbing surged like wild waves in a storm
tossed sea.
Then without warning all their staves of iron and bone whipped up and
haphazardly slammed into each other in random manner blades colliding into each
other and rebounding.  
KKKAAABBBOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! A might clap of shocking power detonated and
where there had been mist was a black cloud five hundred yards across that now
floated two hundred feet over the ground again. The cloud was as jet black as
its ur-vile creators. Purple lightening flashed silently throughout the roiling
cloud that seemed to seethe with madness and hunger for great violence. There
were no rolls of thunder with the purple lightening.
All the humans in the vicinity stared at the boiling cloud that quickly drifted
forward to come over the massed Dothraki in front of the ur-viles. The cloud
seethed and the purple light inside of the cloud flashed with hints of death
and rot. It appeared to Barristan like he was looking in an open door to a
sepulcher.
The cloud roiled and seethed over the gathered Dothraki and did not move any
further. The ur-viles suddenly ceased their barking chant and rhythmic bobbing
of their wedge.
Silently, the black cloud started to snow black flakes down that drifted
aimlessly down towards the Dothraki below. More and more flakes precipitated
out the black cloud that still flashed with purple lightening in its depths.
The flakes spun and flipped over as they wafted down flitting like butterflies
as they fell to Earth. More and more flakes rained out of cloud and wafted down
over the large formation of gathered Dothraki. The flaks spinning down and now
wafting back behind the mass of Dothraki too even though there was no wind.
All the men friend and foe watched. The ur-viles too seemed to be watching
their creation of black snowflakes drifted down in thick profusion of sizes and
shapes. Some of the flakes as large as swallowtail butterflies and others small
as Summer Azure butterflies.
Barristan watched a flake fall down and onto the face of a Dothraki with at
least twenty bells in his hair. The flake landed on his cheek beneath his eyes.
“Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!” the man screamed as the flake melted his skin and
bone and that side of his face away melted away. Another smaller flake hit his
left shoulder eating bone and muscle as the man screamed more and louder.
The flakes were now landing all over the formation of Dothraki now eating horse
and man up with black flakes of ur-vile distilled acid. Horses were screaming
and rearing in agony as block holes were eaten into bodies. One horse reared
and dislodged his rider his left ribs exposed and lungs being eaten fell dead
as a several flakes hit its head and eye and brain were eaten away.
The formation was being torn apart as more and more men and horses either fell
down dead immediately or collapsed writhing as bodies and heads were eaten
through by small acid flakes.
The Loremaster barked a tinny yelp and the ur-viles surged forward running
gathering speed and slamming into the roiling dying mass of Dothraki. Their
blades chopped down those remaining standing down in mere seconds. The ur-viles
cut into the rolling mass of men and horses as more and more died with holes
all over bodies of black death eating craters clean through bodies.
The acid had no effect on the ur-viles as each flake that hit them turned to
liquid and rolled down their skin and soaked into her tunics without affect.
The ur-vile wedge pivoted round the Loremaster their staves and hacking and
sending out short guts of black or red death. The Loremaster again sent out his
ribbons of grisly black acid death.
By the gods Barristan gaped. They were butchering thousands of Dothrakis in
mere minutes. The wedge now surged forward again. The cloud had started to
dissipate as it rained its acid out onto the enemies of the ur-viles.  
Barristan was horrified at the increased carnage. What if these fell denizens
of the deep every allied with the Queen’s enemies. They would be unstoppable.
Outnumbered by the thousands the ur-viles were still impossibly successful.
They were suffering losses but still they charged recklessly into their enemies
killing them by the score.
His remaining forces were fighting small individual battles. The Dothraki in
this part of the Khalasar were in shock. The snow was dissipating. It had done
its work with brutal efficiency. Barristan saw that at least three thousand
Dothraki had perished in the last few minutes.  
Barristan heard mighty Drogon’s roar as he spun around the hill up high keeping
their attention. Barristan had thought no power could truly stand up to a
dragon one on one. He know knew of one creature that could kill a dragon as
likely as the dragon killing it. These ur-viles and their fighting wedges were
simply horrific in action. For a dragon to use its flame it would have to come
in range of the Loremaster’s acid.
Thank the gods they were both on the Queen’s side!
“Forward! The acid rain dissipates and is no more. To the ur-viles side.
Protect our allies!” Barristan roared and his troops immediately obeyed moving
forward on their horses or stolen horses. Only Strong Belwas was on foot and
his speed was truly amazing.
All moved forward to aid their black skinned brothers in arms. Barristan felt
the surge of battle lust run in his veins. He would defend his Queen to his
dying breath!
Barristan did not let helpless odds stop him. His Queen had need of him and so
he fought on. He fought entirely on instinct. This allowed him to reflect on
all that had happened. He and his Queen had underestimated their enemies. They
had assumed they would react like they always had. They did not give them
credit for being able to adapt and do the unexpected. They did not have a
monopoly on clever thinking. If they survived today, they would not make these
mistakes again.
Thank the gods for the ur-viles coming to the Queen’s aid at just the right
moment.
Barristan noticed that Strong Belwas had been surrounded by riders. He was
slashing and wheeling around but he was hopelessly outnumbered. He was covered
in nicks and cuts. He spurred his destrier forward at a fast gallop and crashed
into the nearest riders, unseating some and gutting others. Strong Belwas
dispatched the unseated riders with a single slash each.
They were constantly pushing forward. The ur-viles were a killing machine but
were also still spewing acid at any structure that had no women or children,
which were most now since they had fled. He assumed their acute sense of smell
enabled their decrement. Large quantities of supplies and looted wealth were
being destroyed.
The Dothraki were torn between a desire to attack their assailants and wanting
to save their supplies and stolen loot.
He heard a strange echoing of the ur-viles’ barks now. It seemed some were
close, and some were much more distant. He wondered if this was the beginning
of a new spell being chanted. He continued to kill, almost running on
automatic. His arm was weary but he concentrated past his fatigue. To slow even
a fraction would mean his death.
Several lines of spearmen had formed and desperately threw their spears at the
ur-viles. Most were chopped or melted in acid from the air, but some still
found their marks. The ur-viles were like the Dothraki in one way - they fought
on regardless of their grievous losses.
The chants of the ur-viles picked up cadence and they suddenly rushed forward,
their blades slashing as they plunged into the walls of spearmen. Dothraki died
in great numbers as arakhs came out and the sound of blades clashing rang in
the air. The ur-viles butchered the Dothraki even as more of their own fell.
The ur-viles continued to bark and the answering barks were much closer now.
Barristan suddenly understood. He had kicked his horse to join the ur-vile
rush.
Suddenly, the wedge burst into the clearing before the hill. Barristan was used
to carnage but the scale and savagery of the fighting here had been truly
frightening. Dead Dothraki and their horses were thickly scattered on the
ground and up the hill. There was a more than a light sprinkling of dead ur-
vile scattered around the clearing as well.
No quarter had been asked for and none was given.
He saw a wall trying to form up to charge at the ur-vile wedge that had been
supporting Daenerys. He could see that well more than half their numbers had
already been slayed. They were still a savage, deadly force slashing and
splashing out acid to kill all around them.
He saw Syrio and four warriors riding their horses hard to attack the wall from
behind. Strong Belwas was running with surprising speed for a man so large. He
simply bowled into the nearest horses sending them crashing into their mates
and then to the ground. Syrio was stabbing and slashing so fast he could not
follow his movements. Dothraki simply fell off their horses dead.
He crashed into the other end of the flank of mounted warriors, their focus on
the wedge. He slashed down four more before they noticed he was there. It
became a wild melee. He had Dothraki all around pressing him in.
His chainmail kept their first strikes from doing serious damage but their
numbers were pressing him and he was blocking multiple blows at the same time,
quickly becoming overwhelmed.
The Dothraki surrounding him were suddenly cut down screaming by the iron and
bone blades of the ur-viles. He was buffeted by the bodies of the ur-viles as
they surged forward, killing their attackers. Though several more were slain,
the Dothraki fell back, their ranks broken.
“Yooouuuuuu!” Barristan heard his Queen scream. He turned to see her jumping
down off the hill and running forward. He spurred his horse onward and was soon
beside his Queen. He chopped down several Dothraki that moved to intercept her.
He ran a third down, his horse’s hooves shattering the fighter’s skull.
“Khal Jhaqo … I challenge you for this Khalasar! You must accept or lose face!”
Daenerys’ voice rang out.
 
Daenerys
Khal Jhaqo was just about to mount his horse. He stopped himself and looked
around at his Blood Riders. They were uncertain, looking back and forth between
themselves.
Jhaqo moved out in the clearing. The nearest Dothraki had stopped fighting and
the word was moving like wildfire through the Dothraki as they heard of the
challenge. A woman? The audacity! But Jhaqo had to accept, or lose face to a
woman!
The fighting slowly stopped.
“You are only a woman! A bitch! You don’t have a right to challenge me for my
Khalasar. You are nothing, Khaleesi! Only the fact that you were Drogo’s whore
gave you any power. He is dead and I am Khal now. You have no right to
challenge me! You are nothing. Your human fighters are almost all dead and
these dogs are of no account” Jhaqo sneered, looking at his blood riders and
closet lieutenants.
They were looking at the ur-viles with wary eyes. All had seen and felt their
power. The ground was thickly carpeted with Dothraki dead and soaked in their
blood. The ur-viles were chanting softly and roiling as they took in the
interaction between the two humans.
“I will kill you Jhaqo!   I, a woman, will slay you!”
“You are a coward cunt! Shielded in your chainmail.”
Daenerys slowly sheathed her sword and removed the scabbard off her back. She
then removed her belt and started to slowly peel her chainmail off of her
petite body.
The ur-viles became agitated. Their wedges broke apart, the creatures barking
stridently and beginning to mill and jump up and down. Their barks seemed to
bounce off each other. They were slowly forming a line to the right of
Daenerys. She had worked her top mail off and was slowly removing the bottom.
She removed her linen undercoat and now was in a simple shift. She removed her
armored boots.
She sat down to roll the socks off her feet. She picked her scabbard up and
pulled her rune sword out, and it sprang to life burning a bright blue from the
runes and filigree.
In only her shift Daenerys turned to face Jhaqo. “I am ready to kill you now.”
Daenerys said calmly.
Jhaqo laughed. “You are only a woman. I refuse to fight a low cunt!” His blood
riders milled around, undecided.
Suddenly, the ur-viles barked together and their blades flashed up and then
slammed down into Earth in unison and a loud thunderclap echoed away into
distance. The ur-viles moved toward Daenerys. The first one came right up to
her. He had an iron blade that was glowing hot. The ur-vile reached forward,
and the boiling blade laid flat on her head. Nothing happened. Then he lifted
its blade, bending forward and placing his wet nose on her forehead. Then the
ur-vile stepped aside.
It was a clear show of obeisance. The next ur-vile repeated the ritual. This
kept on as each ur-vile put its boiling hot blade of iron or bone on Daenerys
head and she was not burned. Each ur-vile kissed her forehead with its
nostrils.
Finally the two Loremasters were before her. They clashed their blades together
and hot acid boiled out, and their blades fell on her. Black acid ran down her
body, not touching her. She was left dry. Then each Loremaster leaned in and
kissed her forehead, then joined the rest of the ur-viles beside her.
Daenerys turned to Jhaqo “You were saying?” she asked softly.
Jhaqo looked at his Blood Riders nervously. “You will fight the Khaleesi,” was
all Callakko said.
Jhaqo still hesitated.
“Fight!” Callakko roared.
Jhaqo had no choice. “I will take great pleasure in gutting you Daenerys … you
are a blight on the Dothraki.” He swirled his arakh in a fast and deadly dance.
“I will take your bells, Jhaqo.” Daenerys told the Khal softly.
They stood facing each other with drawn Arakh and Valyrian blade. They slowly
circled each other, gauging for weakness and psyching themselves up for a fight
to the death.
Jhaqo continued to hurl vile insults. Daenerys watched quietly, waiting as they
circled each other.
Suddenly like a maddened bull Jhaqo roared and charged Daenerys, his arakh
slashing down in a deadly arc. She easily blocked his blow and counteracted
with her blade moving in a flash.
He blocked her blade and they slashed and parried with lightning fast reflexes.
The Khal tried to bull rush the small woman, locking their swords and
attempting to push her back and down. His eyes betrayed his shock when she
planted her feet and held her ground. She twisted his arakh down and over,
throwing Jhaqo off balance. She slashed down as she went with his momentum, her
blade only nicking the back of his leg. First blood. The Dothraki murmured.
Back and forth they fought on the trampled, blood slicked grass. The Khal used
his great height and weight advantage to press his attack. The small Khaleesi
grimaced, but would plant her feet and pull the man off balance. Other times
she would merely side step his attack, frustrating the Khal.
Jhaqo was a very good fighter. He controlled his frustration. He went in with a
sweeping decapitating blow but Daenerys leaned back and slashed out, leaving a
cut along the Khal’s ribs as blood flowed down his side.
He roared, running straight into the woman. His arakh came down hard, knocking
the glowing blue blade down as it tried to slice open her entrails. He slammed
into Daenerys. She grappled with his sword hand and rolled back with the man
onto her back as her foot came up and helped kick him over her body, he landed
hard on his back with a loud thud. He rolled immediately away, avoiding the
downward cut that would have carved a vertical smile in his head.
They quickly got on their feet and locked swords again, grunting as they
circled staring hard into each other’s eyes while seeking an opening. They
shoved each other away and then attacked each other with deadly fast slashes
and lunging thrusts.
They again locked up swords and Daenerys moved in close and pulled her head
back, head butting the Khal in the sternum as he gasped and staggered back. She
lifted her arm and slashed down with a killing stroke. The Khal partially
blocked her blow and twisted her blade and slashed out. Jhaqo received a long
cut down his sword arm. Blood flowed down his cut arm.
Her roared again and charged Daenerys. She stumbled over a dead body as Jhaqo
delivered a killing downward stroke. His blade sliced down the Targaryen’s face
from her temple down her cheek to her jaw, cutting it open to the bone.
She gasped at the flash of searing pain. Blood poured down her face and blinded
her in that eye.
“Prepare to die, bitch!” the Khal moved to her blind side. He rushed in, his
arakh slashing in a deadly arc to cleave the woman in two.
She ducked own in a squat, her body folded nearly to the ground. The blow
whistled over her head. She lunged up with her blade as she surged forward.
Their bodies slammed together. Jhaqo eyes widened as he looked down.
Daenerys’ sword had jammed up underneath his ribs and slid up his body cavity,
piercing back out of his back above his shoulder blade.
Daenerys gritted her teeth and ripped her blade out of the Khal’s body. She
pulled her sword down six inches and twisted her wrist to angle her blade in a
new direction. She lunged up again with her blade to cut a new path of
destruction in the Khal’s body. Jhaqo convulsed on her blade. She ripped her
blade out as his blood streamed out in hot gouts.
His body crashed to his knees, gasping hard as it fought to survive. The man
looked at Daenerys with pure hate in his eyes. Her blade arced up and slammed
down again, cutting his head clean in two from the top of his skull down to his
throat till her blade stuck in his collarbones.
She ripped the blade back and out of the corpse. Blood sprayed all over her.
She turned to look at the Khal’s Blood Riders.
“Kill yourselves if you must, or pledge your allegiance to me. Choose life now
or die. I am now Khal Daenerys. I am the Mare who mounts the world!”
 
Barristan
He watched the three blood riders choose life, bending the knee to Daenerys.
They would be loyal. They were Dothraki and had no choice.
He went to Daenerys. Blood still poured out of her cut, but it was a face
wound. That would bleed profusely but was not putting her life in jeopardy. The
former Blood Riders of Khal Jhaqo bowed before Daenerys and her own Blood
Riders.
They had all survived.
He winced seeing the wound on her face. It was an ugly thing and would leave a
terrible scar. She would no longer be renowned for her beauty. It was a
cruelty.
A Dothraki woman came up to her new Khal and gave her a towel. Daenerys jammed
the towel into her wound, the fabric immediately starting to turn red. Daenerys
looked out over the plain. Barristan followed her gaze to see where she was
looking. In the distance he saw the dragons. He remembered Rhaegal’s grievous
wound.
Suddenly the two Loremasters tore off at a furious run on all fours with thirty
of their brethren. The direction was obvious.
Barristan saw Viserion suddenly rise from the great distance and begin to fly
to them. In a few minutes the dragon landed before his mother. The Dothraki
women wailed, putting their children behind them as the men trembled.
Daenerys’ Blood Riders laughed at their new Khalasar mates. They called them
dogs and cowards. They were reinforcing their control over the Dothraki who now
were subordinate to them. Daenerys’ Blood Riders liked that very much.
Daenerys climbed up on Viserion, launching upward. But instead of rising, he
drifted right and his claws shot down and gripped around Barristan and
effortlessly lifted him up off the ground.
“What the hell is this! Put me down!” Barristan cried out, but Viserion the
spoiled child ignored him and flew fast back to his injured brothers.
The Loremasters were already walking around the dragons like doctors examining
their patients. And in all actuality, they were.
Drogon eyed them warily but did not protest. He had seen these strange
creatures aiding their mother. He knew they were coming to save Rhaegal. His
dear brother was near spent. He was prostrate on the ground, his whimpers
painful to hear. Rhaegal’s breath labored. Drogon could feel the severe
internal bleeding in his brother. An artery had been pierced. He was bleeding
out.
Drogon saw Viserion returning with their mother and his crush and gently set
down the protesting Barristan Selmy. All the dragons liked Barristan immensely.
He was loyal and true to their mother - it was just that Viserion was unseemly
with his man crush.
Their mother came running over with Barristan close behind.
Barristan could feel the anxiety in his Queen. He could see that Rhaegal was
pale. His eyes were glazed, and his tongue lolled out his mouth. His breathing
was labored.
He watched the Loremaster he had fought with produce a large, shallow bowl from
within his tunic and put it on the ground. Then he put the tip of his stave
into the bowl. The thirty ur-viles that had come with the Loremasters formed a
small wedge around him and began to murmur in their strange, barking language.
A dark, potent liquid poured out of the iron and quickly filled the bowl. The
Loremaster took the bowl and put it before wounded dragon. Rhaegal sniffed at
the bowl and then started to lap up the liquid.
Immediately his eyes lost their glaze and his breathing steadied. The bowl was
refilled and put before Drogon now. He drank it with quick flicks of his
tongue.
The other Loremaster came before them and pulled out a small bowl filled with
liquid and offered it to Daenerys. It too was filled with the dark ichor. She
sniffed it and wrinkled her nose.
“What is it, Dany?”
“I don’t know. It smells like molded leaves and rot.” She eyed her wounded
dragons. They had definitely revived. She drank deep as well, trusting her
benefactors.
Barristan was thankful when he saw all of her exhaustion fall away. Dany pulled
the towel off her face, and the deep cut now only trickled blood.
Barristan wondered if there was no end to these ur-viles’ abilities and magic.
The Loremasters again focused on Rhaegal. All watched with rapt attention.
Twenty of the ur-viles moved to get in front of Rhaegal. A bone stave was run
up into his mouth. They began to chant and liquid poured out the bone tip and
the dragon drank it down greedily. His eyelids became drowsy and drooped to
slits. They continued to chant while a few ur-viles went to various spots on
Rhaegal’s body and placed their hands on him, focusing on chakra points and
murmuring. They flowed their own vitality into his spent body.
The two Loremasters gripped the bolt that had sunk deep into Rhaegal’s body.
Their strange double thumbed hands gripped the shaft. Chanting louder and
louder, their thin shoulders hunched and then arms surged up ripping the shaft
out of Rhaegal’s body and throwing the metal bolt far away.
The second Loremaster fell to its knees and shoved its slender forearm into the
wound. Barristan could see muscles work as the creatures hand worked inside the
injury.
Daenerys gasped.
“What is it my Queen?”
“The bleeding has been staunched,” she said, awed. The ur-vile pulled out his
arm covered in steaming dragon blood. The first Loremaster produced a long
segment of bone and shoved it into the wound. They now worked their stave tips
into the wound and chanted with a staccato rhythm.
The wound was soon sealed up with nascent scales having formed. The ur-viles
circled their iron tips, healing the wound even more.
Rhaegal was asleep breathing easily now.
Finished, the ur-viles moved to Drogon and his lesser wounds. Ten ur-vile moved
in and pressed into the black dragon’s chakra points, murmuring. Drogon
relaxed.
Five of the ur-viles motioned for Drogon to open his mouth. He did as they
knelt down and they placed their iron bars between his teeth, side to side. The
dragon bit down on the metal shafts as the ur-viles gripped the ends, chanting
and their bodies rhythmically swaying.
The Loremasters got together by end of the spike jutting out of Drogon’s tail.
Faster than the eye could truly follow, their blades went up and back and came
down together and hit the end of the bolt, the blow slamming the bolt out of
the dragon’s tail.
Drogon’s scream was loud and raw. The iron in his mouth and the magic emanating
out of the bars ameliorated Drogon’s pain. In quick motions the Loremasters
inserted a bone shunt into Drogon’s tail. They chanted, placing their blades on
each side of his tail and soon it had nascent black scales forming and closed
the wound.
Finally the Loremasters moved to Drogon’s wings and lightly traced their iron
tips over the rents in them. Before Barristan’s eyes a latticework of magic
appeared. Then, in from the edges of the tears in his wings, nerves, blood
vessels, muscle and sinew crawled up the magical latticework until the wounds
had been healed. The skin was left luminescent and raw.
The ur-viles did not wait to be congratulated or thanked, and ran back to their
brethren at the hill.
Daenerys climbed back up on Viserion who rose up and gripped Barristan and flew
them back to the Khalasar before flying back to his brothers. The three slept
pressed together, sharing body heat as they healed.
Daenerys’ Blood Riders were busy organizing her new Khalasar as they
instinctively knew how to do what was necessary to bind the Khalasar to the
Queen’s and new Khal’s will. The battle had been won, but at great cost. Over
two thirds of Barristan’s warriors were dead or badly injured. Close to half of
the ur-viles were dead.
He asked Jhogo to find water and sinew so he could sow his Queen’s face back
together.
He asked Rakharo to find out where the hell the Dothraki had gotten those
scorpions. That surprise had nearly undone them. Soon Jhogo returned with sinew
and a needle.
Daenerys was dabbing a blood sprinkled towel to her face. Several women were
trying to attend their new Khal.
“Well … I won’t be using my beauty to conquer Essos and Weseros.” His Queen
joked weakly.
“There is more to a person than their looks, Daenerys.” Barristan replied.
He was about to start sowing the Queen’s face back together when the two
Loremasters came up to them, barking loudly and then calming down. They gently
pushed Barristan up and away with their superior strength.
“What are you doing?! I need to clean her wound and sow it shut!”
“Barristan … leave them be. They have only served faithfully.”
The Loremaster that had fought with Daenerys held out his hand. Daenerys looked
confused for a long moment, and then realization lit her eyes. She pulled out
her dirk. The Loremaster snatched it out of her hand and the second suddenly
held her head in a vice grip, holding her head over at an angle.
All the ur-viles had begun to murmur chant again.
Alarmed, Barristan started to draw his sword. He was too late. The first
Loremaster slashed Daenerys’ dirk down the wound precisely.
They backed up as suddenly as they had moved forward. The dirk was not covered
with any blood. They handed it back to Dany.
Barristan gaped. Her grievous wound had been healed entirely. Only the thinnest
of scars remained, barely even visible.
The ur-viles formed their wedges in unison, and then bowed in unison. After
bowing to Daenerys Targaryen they were up and running away in all directions.
They were gone within seconds.
Daenerys had risen as well, fingering her wound. Tears ran down Barristan’s
cheeks. Her beauty had been restored.
Daenerys got up and went to the corpse of Jhaqo. She fisted his hair and pulled
his split, ruined head up twisting his hair into a knot to pull the halves of
Jhaqo’s head together. Her Valyrian long dagger easily slashed though his
locks. She held up the dead Khal’s hair that tinkled with silver bells.
Daenerys had the first of her own bells.
When asked what to do with Jhaqo’s body, she instructed to have it burned. All
were surprised. Her Blood Riders said the cur did not deserve the honor.
Daenerys overrode them. She reminded them that Khal Drogo would be waiting for
Jhaqo up in the heavens. Her Blood Riders were suddenly enthusiastic to begin
building Jhaqo’s pyre.
Barristan had to know. “My Queen—why didn’t you tell me of these ur-viles? Why
didn’t you factor them into the initial attack? We could have formed a totally
different plan and one much less dangerous” he finished in a mild scolding tone
for withholding this vital information.
“I wish I had known Barristan. I was beaten. I was accepting my death when I
suddenly knew what to do with this dirk you found on me back in Vaes Tolorro. I
heard in my mind “you will know what to do when the time comes. You can only
use this once.”
Barristan sighed. Of course it would only be the once.
“The knowledge just appeared unbidden in my mind.” Dany pulled out her dirk and
looked at the strange runes on it. “I had always wondered what it was for” Dany
spoke as she turned it over in her fingers. Barristan saw that she had no cut
or even scar on the back of her hand.
Barristan let it drop. It was obviously magic and that was totally beyond his
knowledge and purview.
They spent the next week consolidating their control over Dany’s new Khalasar.
Barristan discovered that the last city Jhaqo’s Khalasar had threatened had
given them scorpions as an offering. Callakko told Barristan that Jhaqo had
foreseen Dany’s need for revenge and prepared for it.
Barristan had been impressed. Jhaqo had thought outside of his Dothraki comfort
zone and nearly defeated them. Barristan would never underestimate his Queen’s
enemies again.
 
***** Bitter Negotiations *****
                                  Chapter 18
                              Bitter Negotiations
                                Three Years Ago
Barristan / Daenerys / Illyrio / Barristan / Daenerys / Barristan / Daenerys /
                                   Barristan
Barristan
Barristan spent the next few days after the battle watching Daenerys and her
Blood Riders assert their control completely over their new Khalasar. A few
knots of men had refused to accept the new world order; Daenerys fought and
killed the leader and his strongest lieutenants. Her Blood Riders decimated
their followers. After the third instance, any resistance faded. Daenerys’
collection of bells had passed twenty-five.
Barristan organized the collection of the dead and the building of pyres or
digging of graves for the warriors whose customs dictated those forms of
burial.
He had been shocked at how badly ruined the Dothraki were that had fought the
ur-viles. Bodies mangled by hideous burns that ate through their bones, and
flesh sliced to ribbons. Barristan couldn’t help but wonder how much worse the
carnage would be if the creatures ever attacked at night.
Seeing through a sense of smell rather than through eyes, these ur-viles would
have been almost unstoppable on a moonless night, attacking their foes as the
humans fought blind.
They had gone to collect the ur-viles as well, but their bodies had decomposed
to a thick, viscous soup that the ground hungrily sucked into its pores. Over
the next days wild flowers and new shrubs sprang forth, growing profusely from
the spot of each dead ur-vile body.
He and Syrio talked about the bravery of the Dothraki. They had recklessly
fought, throwing themselves headlong into the battle. The ur-viles were simply
beyond comprehension. Neither had heard anything about their origins and they
wondered where they had come from. Their allegiance to Dany was both touching
and frightening. If strange, magical creatures were bowing to Daenerys
Targaryen, then she was indeed the Queen.
They were both as proud as fathers in reviewing her fighting prowess and
bravery. She had thrown herself into the midst of battle, always seeking out
the greatest fight and throwing herself into the fray, slaying her enemies. She
had used their philosophies and martial training to become an almost perfect
weapon.
And now after battle her charisma was completely bowing the Khalasar to her
will.
While the supplies of the Dothraki had been ravaged, there were still plenty of
stores left to feed the Khalasar in the short term. They had no pressing need
to go foraging for prey and wild tubers and grains. Barristan watched the Queen
moving among the women and gathering supplies. She soon had the prerequisite
items she needed. She and several cooks sat down, preparing a large meal.
Barristan observed Strong Belwas moving around the cook fires, drooling as
Daenerys cooked. Several times she had to shoo him away as he whined that he
was hungry. His fighting had drained his strength and reserves. He would put
the back of his hand on his forehead and moan that he was piqued, staggering
around while grumbling: “the vapors, I have the vapors—I’m famished!” Daenerys
rolled her eyes as she cooked.
Eventually she called Belwas over, and he started weeping seeing the special
cheese and locust dish he craved. He sat down and started shoving handfuls into
his mouth.
He was nothing if not grateful and courteous. “Mmpfff fffpphhh mmppfff uummmmm
mmpffff slllurrppp mmmmm sslllurrppp mmfffff uumppffff!” he thanked Daenerys
profusely.
Once the dead were burned and buried, they slowly prepared to depart. Callakko
had said he did not want to be the new Khal of Daenerys’ Khalasar. He observed
they wound up dead, and he wanted to remain living. They had found Khoko to
lead Daenerys Khalasar.
Barristan had come with thirty warriors and would be leaving with only elven.
Each loss as it had always been for him was bitter.
After a week, they finally left. Drogon had already gone four days prior with
Viserion to hunt and roam. They returned with two wild sheep they fed to
Rhaegal. Rhaegal had continued to recover from his near fatal wound, and was
ready to leave too.
Barristan watched Daenerys call in her dragons who, as always, came to her even
as the echoes of the whistle she sometimes used for effect faded. The Dothraki
looked on, amazed at seeing the massive shapes winging in from southwest. They
landed, and sought affection from their mother. Then Viserion hopped over and
rubbed and purred all over Barristan, embarrassing him but also secretly
thrilling the old knight as he rubbed Viserion’s lips and nose the way he
liked.
“Barristan, I will meet you back at Vaes Tolorro. It is time we launched our
campaign against the slave cities but first, I am going to fly the Dothraki Sea
and deal with the other Khalasars that are to close. I am sure sight of my
dragons will infuse them with a heathy dose of fear. I will need to eventually
bring them to heel. I can’t have my flank constantly under threat of attack.
“Soon, my general and friend, we will begin our conquest that will one day
bring us back home.”
“General?”
“Yes. You will lead my forces. Together we will make history!”
She had flown off then with her dragons. He had longed to go with her, but no
one aside from Daenerys could endure the heat that now emanated from the bodies
of her sons.
Barristan had much to consider. He needed to prepare a strategy to roll the
cities up along the rim of Slaver’s Bay and also move inland to conquer key
cities at main crossroads along the Dragon Road and the trade routes in the
hinterlands. They would also take claim of resource areas of mining, inland
ports on rivers and lakes, and integrate any mercenary companies that were
willing to pledge allegiance to the new Queen of Westeros and Essos.
He would also need to implement the explicit directives of Daenerys Targaryen.
Under pain of death there would be no rape. Nor would she tolerate the looting
of cultural treasures. She had found the road to Vaes Dothrak to be a rape of
culture. The last prime directive was that all nobles that they were about to
bring down would not be violated.
This would prove to be very difficult.
The freed slaves would demand revenge. The human heart could be a most cruel
task master.
Daenerys
Daenerys was exhilarated. She had survived her first battle and triumphed. She
knew she had made mistakes, but it did not matter - she had won. She would take
her aid in any way shape or form.
The ur-viles had saved her ass. Their savagery and power had kept the Khalasar
at bay long enough for her to confront and kill Khal Jhaqo. Their entry into
the fray had allowed her overcome her tactical failures. She had to give Jhaqo
credit for coming up with the use of scorpions; Dothraki had never before used
siege weapons!
She rose up in the air on Drogon, heading out to the Dothraki Sea. She needed
to make sure that no other Khalasars were near her own. She had control of it,
but did not want to stress them with immediate combat.
She spread her dragons out and rode up high into the sky, then circled them out
to the north, east, and west.
She reflected on the battle. It had elated her to finally fight her enemies and
crush them in battle. It had felt so good killing Jhaqo. The man had been a
bastard, and she enjoyed seeing him ripped apart by her own sword. She also had
enjoyed the spoils of her victory, partaking of the food and wine of her new
Khalasar. She had let Strong Belwas loose on a wagon full of ripe goat cheese.
How could a man eat that much?
The first two nights after killing Khal Jhaqo she had been kept busy, putting
down the few rabble rousers who appeared and adding more bells to her hair. She
had felt the simmering battle lust in her blood and in her wet, aching loins.
The third night she mounted her fillies. She had so many young, nubile and even
not-so-young Dothraki women seeking her bed. They wanted the honor of sleeping
with the new Khal. The women were intoxicated by the fact that a woman was the
new head of their Khalasar. Daenerys partook of so much sweet pussy. She fucked
women to exhaustion, and then took yet more women to her furs fucking them in
the open so all could see.
She was the Mare who mounted the World! Her women came to her already so wet,
and cummed over and over in her mouth or on her fingers or with hard tribbing,
aching cunts on sloppy wet quim or on soaked thighs and hips. She devoured and
partook from dusk to deep into the night.
Daenerys smiled at how the women fingered the new scar on her face. They found
it alluring, showing her to be a warrior. She had loved how she was over small
Titanni grinding their soaked cunts together with her swirling hips. As Titanni
rose to orgasm she traced the scar on Daenerys face, her other hand clutched
hard on Dany’s muscled bicep, the dothraki’s back arched high, her fingers
digging into Daenerys face as the twenty-four year old screamed over and over
in orgasm her body convulsed with ecstasy.
Daenerys traced her scar, so thankful to the ur-viles for their parting gift.
Callakko came to her the seventh morning. “You can have your fill of all the
fillies you want Khaleesi. I see that you are quite an accomplished lover. But,
you will need to select a man as your consort when the time comes.”
“I will not! I will take a woman as my Consort and wife!”
“You do not know how the world works, young Khal. In your battle lust we all
understand. But to rule you must have a man at your side. If you don’t, you
will leave yourself open to factions who will deem it unnatural and wrong. You
must have a strong man as your Khal, Khaleesi. You must produce an heir. I am
not a Maester from the Citadel but I am pretty sure that two women cannot
produce an heir.”
“I will have her lay with a man to produce an heir, then.”
“I fear no man of power would do that, my Khaleesi. Powerful men want to rule.
As do you. You surely can understand that.”
She had not liked his answers one bit. She was the Mare that would mount the
world. She would create a new world order.
She circled her dragons out further into the grass sea. By the end of the third
day she felt much more comfortable. The nearest large Khalasar was near Vaes
Dothrak. It would take at least a month for the Khalasar to come far enough
southeast to threaten her own.
She had spied a small Khalasar near the middle of the vast lake to the East. It
seemed to have only three or four thousand riders. She had had a personal
history with Jhaqo. She needed to know how hard it would be to conquer other
Khalasars.
Barristan would soil his armor. She flew her dragons down out of the morning
sky. They burned long swaths of grass all around the Khalasar, the horses going
wild in terror. She watched the women running to and fro with their children
and the men milling around, confused and shouting uselessly.
She swooped in fast and furious with Drogon, dismounting before the Khal. She
shouted that she had killed Khal Jhaqo and was now the new Khal of his
Khalasar. She challenged any to fight her for the right of this Khalasar. A
Dothraki named Pozzatho came forward. She offered to let him live as her
general of this Khalasar, if he would only bend the knee and swear allegiance
to her.
He had laughed, saying that Jhaqo must have had some wasting disease or wanted
to be a woman if this “small prairie dog” wanted to challenge him for his
Khalasar.
He had died with his head spinning off into the grass. His Khalasar quickly
submitted. His blood riders followed their Khal into death. So be it. She
easily found three young Dothraki men full of zeal and fire to take their
place, naming Assilo as the new Khal.
She found Pozzatho’s head in the grass, shaking it to get the flies off. She
cut out his eight bells. Her collection continued growing.
She told them to drift south down the shore of Vraris Loch. They would come
when she called. She would be back with her dragons if they failed to do her
bidding.
Assilo punched his chest declaring his unswerving allegiance. “I will be true
my Khal! The Mare who mounts the World!”
Daenerys liked the man. He knew who was in charge. Daenerys Targaryen!
When she arrived back at Vaes Tolorro she was greeted as the conqueror she was.
For her true Khalasar she held up a string with all of her new bells. Her
attendants had gasped and cooed, anxious to weave them into her hair.
To the slaves who gathered close calling her mother, she told them that soon,
very soon, she would begin her conquest of Slaver’s Bay starting with Qarth.
The cheers were deafening. She had the slaves inventorying their skills. Many
had logistical and clerical abilities. Others were craftsmen and artisans. She
would use them to start the building of a new world order.
She hoped to be able to find some nobles she could work with. There had to be
some men and women who did not have their souls corrupted by the slave trade.
She went to bed after taking a sweet pleasure slave from Astapor with her. They
had fucked long into the night, their repeated screams of ecstasy sweet music
to Daenerys ears.
She would prove Callakko wrong. The world couldn’t be that backward. Could it?
Illyrio
Illyrio was nearing his destination. He had left his comfortable home in
Braavos to meet this upstart Queen in the desert. Barristan’s reports were
making Daenerys Targaryen out to be some kind of goddess come to Earth. He had
a hard time squaring this woman with the frail, scared child he remembered
being given away to Khal Drogo.
She had indeed grown mightily if Barristan’s reports were to be believed. He
needed to inspect his holdings and partnerships in Slaver’s Bay anyways. He had
made the circuit three times when he was a much younger man. He had an
abhorrence to the slave trade, but he was not about to let that get in the way
of making profits.
He had decided though, that it was time to do more than hedge his bets.
According to Barristan the young Queen was soon to start her conquest. Illyrio
was still shocked that the woman was delaying her quest for her homeland to
first take on the slave cities.
Illyrio had asked Barristan repeatedly about this. Daenerys was going to
destroy the slave trade? Why? She was a Valyrian of pure noble birth.   Their
race had been enslavers, not liberators. It made no sense.
Barristan assured him that Daenerys Targaryen meant to smash the cities. He had
asked for clarification. She was going to set herself up as the new master? No
had been the response. All of the slaves would be freed. He had found that
unbelievable at first, and bad for business.
But, upon deeper contemplation, he acknowledged that great change always caused
confusion which caused opportunity. He would be prepared and would be able to
swoop in and provide for the new slaves and their newly destitute slave
masters. He had told Barristan that he planned on taking a few slaves from the
noble families that had caused him many problems over the years.
He had been told ‘no’ in return. ALL of the slave trade was to be abolished.
Any who did not accept this would be crushed and destroyed. Everyone who defied
the Queen would be annihilated. EVERYONE.
That was when Illyrio came off the sidelines. He was not going to commit fully,
but he had to give more than tokens. Desultory support would not be enough.
Illyrio got to where he was at in life by trusting his instincts.
He had inquired of his dear friend Varys. His reports had been imprecise due to
distance but they indicated that the woman had an iron will and was almost
supernatural in her strength, reflexes and endurance. And, very importantly,
her dragons were growing to be very, very large.
Illyrio would gauge the situation in the cities himself. He sent ravens to his
most powerful rival Nyesseo Hestenohr. The man had cost him big business deals
and swindled him out of great profits. Then again, he had done the same to him.
He truly admired him though he knew he could not trust the man. As long as
great profits were involved though, both could thrive and make ever more
riches.
Illyrio left Braavos with a fleet of fifty warships and the hire of the Black
Scorpions; a band of two thousand vile, evil cutthroats - untrustworthy men and
women. A great mercenary company by all account.
He was challenged outside of Tyrosh but he handed the patrol captain the letter
from Nyesseo, plus a large bribe of gold dragons and was allowed in without
further problems.
In their discussions he helped his rival and now partner understand the new
power dynamics that were about to be unleashed on the world. They could either
oppose it and be crushed, or get in on the ground floor and become truly filthy
rich.
Illyrio reminded the man that this woman was crushing a five thousand year old
evil only because it was the just thing to do. She was putting her destiny off
merely to end slavery. She was doing this for no profit and no gain. She may
indeed lose her life in this new quest, and yet she was not hesitating. Did
this sound like a woman who would tolerate avarice?
Nyesseo Hestenohr had finally agreed. He then told Illyrio he had someone he
wanted to meet in the morning.
The next day Illyrio met with Jhalando Khal, the Emissary of the Summer
Islanders. He was in port with three swan ships. They were here on a goodwill
mission to strengthen ties between Tyrosh and the Summer Islands.
The man listened intently. He had heard whispers of some pale woman warrior
deep in the red waste. He was totally fascinated with her intentions of
destroying the slave trade permanently. There would be no new slave master
rising up to replace the old.
Illyrio noticed how the man’s eyes glittered at that. He immediately committed
to their endeavor. The next morning, the Typoon Master sailed from port on a
mission to urgently reach the Summer Islands and confer with the Queen. The
Emissary would sail with Illyrio and Nyesseo to meet this Queen.
Nyesseo committed fifty ships of his own, not to be outdone by his partner. He
hired the Manticore Ravagers mercenary company. Four days later they set sail
with the two Summer Islander ships, soon out of sight scooting the way for any
pirates or brigands.
Illyrio and Nyesseo stopped off in each Slaver City in turn as they worked west
to east. They left their small fleet well off the coast, not wanting to alarm
or antagonize the cities they visited. The men checked on all of their holdings
and business ventures.
In each city Illyrio probed gently to see if there was any amelioration in any
of the noble families. There had been none. They were as arrogant, contemptuous
and haughty as ever. They had been in existence since the birth of the sun,
they spoke in hyperbole. Why shouldn’t they? They had been in charge for five
thousand years.
Illyrio would be happy to see them fall and burn. What was the word? Yes,
Dracarys.
They had sailed around the rim of Slavers Bay putting their new orders in
place. They pulled investments out of one place and into another to lessen the
damage a change in order would cause. The high noble houses were a lost cause,
but they found some ears in the lesser houses and merchant classes. They would
be the foundation of the new order.
Finally, they were at Qrihq Harbor. It was in all actuality just a small
anchorage rather than a deep harbor, but supplied enough protection from the
seas if the weather was not overly rough. It had been going well for Illyrio
over the last year and half as he sent small caravans to the Queen at Vaes
Tolorro.
He also maintained a small rookery there. He had built many rookeries around
the rim of Slaver’s Bay, hidden within small coves, then up along the east
coast of Essos to bring him word quickly. He was very glad he had made the
investment, it had enabled him to act quickly now that the time had come.
The anchorage was just large enough for the small fleet to find refuge.
Nyesseso and the Summer Islanders would stay on the coast as he journeyed
inland, neither comfortable in such an inhospitable place. Illyrio would not
let anything stop him from forging his destiny with his Queen.
It took nearly three weeks to make the journey with the nomadic guides leading
them through wastes to hidden springs and fodder for the horses. They arrived
at Vaes Tolorro refreshed.
The Queen had arrived back from her conquest of the Dothraki several days
before. She met Illyrio several hours after his arrival.
She was in Dothraki dress and in her hair more than thirty-five bells chimed
softly as she walked. Illyrio was suddenly very thankful for his decisions
regarding this woman. She was a Khal now!
He could not believe the transformation he saw in her. She had not grown much
taller and was still petite of build, but that was the only thing that was the
same.
When he had last seen Daenerys Targaryen she had been a small, weak thing. Now
she walked with what many would think was swagger or bravado.
Illyrio knew it for what it was. Supreme confidence backed up by sheer ability.
“My Queen. I have come to bend the knee to you.”
“You don’t speak for Braavos, Illyrio. You helped sell me off like a piece of
chattel. I was a mere cheap bauble to you and Viserys. Should I forgive that?”
the young woman spoke, her violet eyes filled with the fire of challenge.
Illyrio bowed his head. “All true. You were just a pawn in the Game of Thrones,
then. Now you are Queen. The Queen is even more powerful than the King in all
reality. I think the Dothraki would call you the ‘The Stallion that Mounts the
World’.”
“That is MareWho Mounts the World!”
“True Braavos is a free city, but all cities are led by great men and women. I
am but the first to bend the knee. The free cities all will follow a winner,
Daenerys Targaryen first of your name. I assume you have your army now? Where
is Barristan?”
“He is on his way back and yes Khal Jhaqo is dead, killed by my own sword. I
must thank you for your precious gifts. They served me well in my conquest. I
am indebted.”
The fat man of Braavos was thankful for his caution two years ago. He had
helped facilitate the movement of the mercenaries to the very anchorage his
ships were now in. He had a representative on the ship, along with Robert’s
representative.
He was playing both sides to see which would prove the stronger. Whose side was
the fates were on? When the decimated company made it back to the ship without
the body of the Targaryen, Illyrio’s agent acted. His agent killed the Iron
Throne’s representative and negotiated with the mercenary company, paying them
only a fifth of the agreed sum. After all, they had no body.
Illyrio’s agent sailed back, stopping off at Lyse to procure the body of a
Valyrian girl of pure lineage and the appropriate age. This corpse was given to
Robert’s men when they anchored at King’s Landing, the body preserved in ice.
Illyrio’s word had been enough to settle the manner. He told the King in a
letter he wanted to put the misadventure behind him, that he had made a
terrible mistake. Robert had probably drunk a keg of ale in revelry.
Now he was giving his total support to this very girl. Some things were better
left unsaid.
From there Illyrio found the Queen most receptive.
She was thankful for his ships and the mercenary companies he was providing.
She was going to fly to Qarth to see if they would be open to joining her cause
and give up the slave trade.
Illyrio scoffed at the notion and told her it was pointless. Daenerys wanted to
give them a chance regardless. He told the Targaryen that he had visited all
the slave cities to the east and they would neversurrender their lives blessed
on the back of slaves.
She was undeterred. She would do what was necessary to end the slave trade. She
would not leave one stronghold left - all would bend the knee or perish.
For the next week he waited for Barristan and the rest of her warriors to
return. They arrived in the late afternoon sun, dusty and tired but happy to be
back home and in the presence of their Queen. The Khalasar and slaves greeted
them as heroes. That night all the men and women were repeatedly bedded but
Barristan who found it all beneath him. His honor, his loss Illyrio thought.
Barristan came to Illyrio that night to report how the Khalasar had been taken.
Illyrio was soon enthralled by the tale of sheer savagery and gallantry
displayed by both sides.
Barristan had only the highest regard for the Dothrak’s frightening prowess.
Illyrio’s mouth hung open at the appearance of these strange ur-viles. Someone
with some skill had drawn several pictures of them for him to reference. They
were hideous to behold, and totally in service to the Queen. Again he was so
thankful he had chosen her side in the coming conflict. These ur-viles were
horrifically powerful.
Barristan reported that at least ten thousand Dothraki had been killed by the
combined forces of Dragons, ur-viles and human fighters. Barristan was nothing
but honest and fully reported how close the battle had been - it could have
gone either way.
Barristan reported they had survived their baptism of fire. They would not make
the same mistakes again. Never again would he or his Queen underestimate their
foes on the battlefield.
The next night the Queen held a small banquet in his honor. He noticed she was
still clad in a simple dress and ate with her people.
The woman was most strange indeed.
He watched as Strong Belwas ate two whole lambs, still complaining that he was
starving. He drank prodigious amounts of wine on top of it. On his fourth lamb
he fell face first into the carcass, snoring happily as the gluttony finally
overcame him.
Then Illyrio called for three small boxes to be brought in.
“My Queen! I have three gifts I wish to bestow to you to show my good faith.
These three gifts are precious. One is of great practicality. The second will
bring forth death and vengeance. The last gift will adorn love and fealty.”
He saw that he had Daenerys’ attention as she came before him.
He opened the first box and shook out two large mats. The thin mats shimmered
and flexed easily as they moved. “These are made of a rare and precious metal
from Asshai. Woven with magical spells, this metal is able to deflect intense
heat. Even the heat of dragons. I can see your warriors using the mats to ride
on your dragon’s backs or to weave protective clothing. I have more being
crafted, but the process is slow and laborious.”
He handed the first box back to his attendant and was handed the second box. He
opened it up and produced a small letter.
“In this letter is the location of the Golden Lions mercenary company. I have
them in my employ. I can have them anywhere at any time, my Queen.”
He saw the fires of hate and revenge light in the sixteen year old’s eyes. She
said nothing, but her body was filled with a predatory grace.
The second box was handed off and a small third box produced. He gave this to
the Queen.
“Open it, Daenerys.”
She did, and her eyes lit with wonder. Her small fingers went into the box and
pulled out two wedding bands.  
“These wedding bands were forged by the same smith who forged the swords I gave
you before, my Queen.”
He could see beautiful Valyrain script lighting up and something else he could
not recognize from even the short distance.
The Queen brought the rings closer to her face to read the script.
“My Queen. These are the rings that bound Visenya and Rhaenys. They had these
rings secretly forged to pledge their undying love to each other. They remained
married to Aegon out of duty, but gave their hearts to each other. Rhaenys
always took hers off before she went into combat. When she perished, Visenya
took hers off. Never to wear again. I give these to you, now.”
He watched the Queen turn the rings as the script magically moved around the
bands. The script, though tiny, seemed to almost jump out of the metal making
them it easy to read through the magic of their making.
“Can I ask what the script reads, my Queen?”
Daenerys looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “The first reads ‘I Visenya
do pledge: The ‘beginning of forever … Now that I have you as my wife true.’
The second reads, ‘I Rhaenys confess: I found love, and love was you … this day
and always’. My gods, Illyrio. How did you come into possession of these and
the swords?”
“A very powerful man who collects items of your ancient people’s heritage owed
me a great debt. This is his payment to me, and my gift to you.”
“What is the image I see circling in the rings?” Illyrio inquired after a
moment.
“They are two entwined Ouroboroses sliding against each other. … so
beautiful—they are the Valyrian symbol of true love.”
The Queen smiled with tears in her eyes. He knew of Daenerys’ true leanings and
could only hope she would find her one true love like the Targaryen sisters had
so long ago.
Illyrio felt smug. He had chosen well indeed. His friend had informed him about
what happened when he asked about Daenerys firing up the rune swords. His
friend had told him that Barristan must have been lying - House Targaryen was
one of the weakest of the Valyrian Houses, and only the most powerful of Dragon
Lords could accomplish that, and never with two swords at once.
Yes indeed. Illyrio had chosen the right side of destiny.
 
Barristan
Barristan was sitting around the war table. He looked over at Syrio. He
shrugged his shoulders. Illyrio was sitting down dabbing his chin, wiping away
peach and pear juice. He seemed unconcerned with Daenerys’ plan to take Qarth.
Marleya Blackmyre was now part of the war council, having proven her mettle and
valor on the battlefield. Her observations sage Barristan soon saw and admired.
The Queen wanted to move fast and strike hard. All knew that word would soon
filter out of the Dothraki grass sea about what she had accomplished. She
wanted the option of using her dragons to shock her next conquest, which she
announced would be Qarth.
Daenerys wanted to roll up the slave cities from east to west. She would use
Qarth as her home base to begin her campaign to conquer all of Slaver’s Bay.
She would seek to establish trade with the Summer Islands, Sothoryos, and the
city states of Great Moraq. She wanted to establish trade with both the azure
emperors and general Pol Qo in the land of Yin. She was not sure yet who she
would support, so was hedging her bets.
Daenerys had come to Barristan and told him that she would use the new heat
mats from Illyrio to allow him to ride none other than Viserion, of course. She
had smirked when she made the declaration. Barristan acted like he was set
upon, but in reality he was pleased. He enjoyed the dragon’s affection.
The plan had been to have Syrio fly Rhaegal, but it was discovered within a
quick minute that was not going to work. Once in the air the man was suffering
from vertigo and nausea. When Rhaegal landed, Syrio staggered off to get
violently ill. Barristan said it must be equivalent to sea sickness but in the
air. Syrio’s finely tuned sense of balance could not take the natural motions
of dragon flight.
She asked Strong Belwas to ride instead, and he giggled with glee. He got up on
Rhaegal’s back as they used one mat to climb up on the dragon. The size of the
mats required that Barristan and especially Belwas remain still.
When Daenerys asked Rhaegal if he could maintain a straight line and not cause
Belwas to lose his balance, Rhaegal was so affronted that he did not speak to
her again for two days.
Then, two days later it was time to seek dynasty in Qarth. They flew at a
leisurely pace. They stopped and spent the night at Vaes Qosar, the city of
spiders. They ate a meal with Strong Belwas eating four wheels of cheese, five
legs of mutton and large pot of pickled locusts. He went to sleep snoring and
patting his ‘tummy’. Barristan soon went to sleep as well, his last waking
vision of his Queen staring to the southeast, anxious to meet her destiny.
They arrived over Qarth soon after noon. They flew in high and Barristan looked
at the city closely with his spy glass. He saw the people moving around likes
ants in a disturbed nest, confused. They flew down in a circling spiral from
three different directions. They dragons kept jerking their paths to confuse
any potential bolts.
There was none.
They landed in the main courtyard as men yelled and women screamed. Drogon
roared his defiance. Barristan and Daenerys saw the terrorizing effect, and she
ordered all of the dragons to roar for the next few minutes, sending long tails
of fire into the sky.
The city was in a panic. The dragons then stilled and the city was as quiet as
a mouse in a temple. Daenerys and her companions got off of their dragons with
the white ribbon of parley tied to a spear that Barristan held. They lounged in
the shadow of her great black dragon, a small protection from the hot sun. Heat
did not affect Daenerys. Barristan and Strong Belwas drank diluted wine.
They were patient.
At a third hour past noon, they were called to meet before the terraced walls.
A small, dark skinned girl was pushed forward. “I am Missandei. I will
translate.” Barristan saw the slave collar around her neck, and he felt his
teeth clench.
The small young girl introduced Xaro Xhoan Daxos, a member of the Thirteen that
spoke for the City. The Tourmaline Brotherhood, and the Ancient Guild of
Spicers had their high, noble families on the walls too. Pyat Pree of the House
of the Undying was there to represent the warlocks of Qarth.
“What do you want, Daenerys Targaryen? Why have you upset our city with these
dragons? What have we to do with you?” Missandei translated Xaro Xhoan Daxos as
he spoke for Qarth.
“I have come for your surrender. A new world order has arrived. I am its agent.
The slave trade will be destroyed.”
“By you? You are only one. Do you think you can conquer the might city Qarth?”
“Yes.”
A long pause followed.
“I see. You are nothing if not confident. You have us at a disadvantage. What
will happen if we don’t accept your demands?” Missandei translated back and
forth.
Barristan watched Daenerys turn to wave at her dragons.
“I will free your slaves or burn your city to the ground. The choice is yours”
Daenerys shouted up to the nobles. Her very body language one of pure
confidence.
The leaders conferred with many dire looks being shot down at them.
“We will meet you tomorrow when the sun rises over the outside wall. Be gone.”
“I think not.”
“Wwhhaatttt?”
Daenerys pointed to the nearby large pyramid. “We will reside on the top
terrace.”
“I forbid it!”
“DRACARYS!”
Large gouts of dragon fire filled square and shot up into the air.
“Like I said, you can have the top terrace or the whole Pyramid if you so
desire. The family of Grizmok mo Rhazn will vacate the pyramid. We will talk in
the morning when sun clears the wall.”
They rode their dragons onto the top of the pyramid. Barristan had been told by
Daenerys about her dragon’s ability to see beyond human vision. They
immediately set up watch with the dragons diligently scanning the city with
their infrared vision.
They shared their vision with their mother. She saw much confusion, but nothing
organized. Barristan was nervous. He knew the leaders of Qarth would not
surrender. He wouldn’t. They could not understand the full power of a dragon.
He was nervous but felt safe enough since they were under the flag of truce. He
knew that they would have to fly off and come back and use force if necessary
to break the city later.
He gave Daenerys credit for her gambit. It was worth a try.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys relaxed with her back to the wall. She had spied a caracal with the
nobles moving around and jumping up on the wall to peek inside. She had watched
the interpreter petting the strange cat as the nobles conferred.
She sent out her consciousness into the city towards the most ornate pyramids,
slipping into various higher animals. She did not see anything going on through
their eyes.
She was about to stop when she looked out of a set of eyes and saw the people
she had encountered on the wall. They were conferring. She listened to their
speech but it was only gibberish to her. She felt a scratching behind her ears
that had Daenerys purring along with the animal. The animal started to lick
itself, and she felt the tongue rasp along fur. So it was indeed a cat. The
animal looked up at the person scratching it and saw it was the small
interpreter gnawing her lip and looking at the leaders with hidden fury and
fear.
They were planning treachery. Of course they were. She watched them for an hour
discussing their plans and heard much anger, fear and confusion. They were ripe
for defeat.
Daenerys did not tell Barristan. He would demand they fly off. She had to meet
her destiny. As long as they did not surprise her dragons with some unseen
weapons she would be in control. Her dragons had been hurt once and they
watched the city very carefully looking for any similar danger.
This was why Daenerys had wanted to strike so soon. They had no warning and,
thus, could not prepare any defense. She would have her city tomorrow.
The next morning at the break of dawn they flew their dragons down to the
courtyard and then Viserion and Rhaegal flew up onto the inner wall, sitting
down comfortably while their necks constantly craned around to look for any
danger.
At two hours past dawn the nobles came out on the wall, keeping their distance
from the dragons.
Pyat Pree stepped forward along with the slave translator. “We have determined
that you are indeed the child of prophecy. You have a great destiny to fulfill.
This is as much a spiritual quest as physical.”
“You will need answers to this destiny. If you come to our temple,” he pointed
to the north side of the city, “you will find the clues and portents you will
need to reach your destiny.”
Since her encounter with the ur-viles Daenerys was able to recall fragments of
her journey in the afterlife and the meeting with two great women of power.
Daenerys remembered what Infelice and Linden Avery had said when she was
crossing back to the world of life. That she was her own destiny. Still, she
knew she may learn something useful. Her fist clenched. She sensed danger, but
that did not matter. She would never back down from a challenge.
“Do you accept our invitation?”
“I do.”
“Daenerys—No! This is a trap!” Barristan called out loudly, twisted with fear
for her.
“It does not matter, Barristan. I will I not shy away. I may learn something of
use.”
Daenerys turned to Pyat Pree. “I will go to your temple.”
She went to Drogon and lightly climbed up on his back, then took off gaining
altitude and flew in the direction that Pyat Pree had pointed in. She soon saw
the House of the Undying - she was not impressed. It seemed to be dilapidated.
It looked dusty and old with faded walls and the roofs of the various levels
seeming to sag.
She saw a figure at the door as she landed and dismounted. She was shocked to
see Pyat Pree, already waiting.
They stood before each other. “Follow these directions specifically. You must.
If you do not, you will never come out. When you enter the temple you must
always take the first door on the right, and always take the stairs upward. One
must not enter into any room they pass, no matter what vision they see, until
they reach the audience chamber - always turn right, and always head up the
stairs to reach this.”
Daenerys nodded. “I’m ready”
“Then enter,” he said, pointing to the door.
Daenerys moved towards the door and then stopped looking back with a cocked
eyebrow. “You not coming? Surely you are not afraid of your own temple are
you?”
“This is a journey that must be made alone”
Daenerys shrugged and entered. She calmly walked, going down twisting
corridors. Soon she was seeing doors and hearing sounds that were either
alluring or frightening. She walked on unaffected. She had calmed her mind the
night before, and remained focused on her mission.
She simply did not care what these warlocks had to say. She was uninterested in
anything they thought they knew. She felt compulsions trying to force her to
look to the sides in the doors. She knew they wanted to distract her. The pull
felt stronger and she smiled. She did not care, and continued on calmly.
She felt the frustrations rising up in the building. She was not playing their
game. She smiled grimly.
She suddenly felt visions being pressed in on her. She did not resist; she
would look. She saw various visions of men and their futures. She was not a man
so did not care. She saw her beloved horse trotting in a stream under stars.
She was dead, so what did it matter?
“Hahahahahaha!” Daenerys started to laugh as she walked, her body shaking with
her mirth. “I don’t give a fuck about your fucked up visions. Stop boring me!”
she continued walking.
Suddenly, she had arrived. She felt it. It was a large banquet hall filled with
long tables heavily laden with food. She saw the room filled with men and women
in the prime of their lives. They called to her to enter and join them in the
feast. To come, and she would have answers.
She leaned against the wall beside the door and yawned, then looked at her
nails.
She felt confusion beginning to build in the room.
The persons urged her with greater urgency to enter. She pulled out a Valyrian
dagger and trimmed her nails. “Can we get this over with? I have a city to
conquer.”
They stopped eating their feast and started to move towards her.
She heard them as whispers started to come to her from many different voices.
She heard "mother of dragons" and "child of three". Wow, I already knew that!
she thought to herself.
I came in here for this? Daenerys patience was fraying. “Can we speed this up
please? I grow bored.”
She heard whispered prophesies, "three fires must you light... one for life and
one for death and one to love... three mounts must you ride... one to bed and
one to dread and one to love... three treasons will you know... once for blood
and once for gold and once for love..."
“ENOUGH! I have three dragons, big deal. I have loved and lost and been
betrayed.”
She looked around and whipped out her rune sword, the pearly blue light
surrounding her slight frame.
“There is something you do not understand. … I don’t give a fuck! I am YOUR
destiny!” She pushed off of the wall and marched forward, her eyes filled with
wrath.
Suddenly the young, beautiful people turned hideous. They morphed into ancient
and withered bodies, their flesh violet blue and even their nails and white of
their eyes had turned blue from drinking the shade-of-the-evening.
Their clawed hands reached out for her. Her sword flashed out and an arm was
chopped off. The form shrieked, but continued moving in.
Daenerys became a whirl of flashing sword as limbs and heads were severed but
still the crowd moved in. She was not afraid.
“Drogon! Morghot nēdyssy sesīr zūgusy azantys vestras!” The building shook
once, and then again. The third time the ceiling collapsed. Sunlight poured in
as one very pissed off Dragon dropped down.
“DRACARYS!” Loud roars of rage filled the hall and fire blasted out of Drogon’s
mouth, incinerating a large gathering of Warlocks stunned by his sudden
appearance. Daenerys chopped and swirled, her blade killing and maiming. Her
dragon slashed his tail and stomped on several figures. Drogon fired out great
gouts of flame. She spied several Warlocks attempting to climb up Drogon’s body
and she threw two daggers, piercing their necks and killing them.
In a minute it was over as the survivors fled off in various directions. She
climbed up on Drogon and vaulted into the open sky above. She surveyed the
temple and had Drogon set fire to both sides of the Banquet Hall, then flew
off.
A minute later she was back at the outer wall of Qarth. She landed and
dismounted in the courtyard, covered in dust and soot from her battle.
“I have listened to your Warlocks and found their answers wanting. Most are
dead now. Surrender or die. My patience is over.” Daenerys announced with
deadly calm.
 
Barristan
He watched shock ripple through the nobles. He got into a combat stance along
with Strong Belwas on the other side of the nobles. They had not moved closer
any to the nobles, not wanting to escalate the situation.
He had waited with anxious unease. For over an hour all had waited in nervous
agitation. Barristan knew his Queen had to meet her destiny alone sometimes. He
had no use for prophecy. He did not believe in it, but still, he avoided it.
He watched Xaro Xhoan Daxos produce a small war horn. His eyebrows knotted.
What was this? The man put it to his lips and blew. A sharp, high pitched note
rang out.
Daenerys had started, and her dragons shook their heads hard back and forth,
looking stunned.
The leader of the thirteen spoke out with the slave interpreter translating.
“You have overplayed your hand. In our family for generations we have had this
Valyrian Dragon Horn. It was a mere ornament before, but now it has made me a
great dragon lord.”
“Drogon! Come to me!” Xaro commanded the dragon. The dragon hesitated, looking
at Daenerys. “Now!” The dragon flew up to land beside the group of nobles who
shirked away from the massive beast.
Barristan saw out of the corner of his eye a man suddenly stand up in front of
the ornate fountain in the center of the courtyard. He was a massive warrior
from the slave fighting pits. The fountain must have had had a hidden trap
door.
Dammit! You can’t think of every possibility! Barristan screamed to himself.
He started to yell out Daenerys’ name out but he was too late. The man had a
massive spear. He watched in horror as the man in a fast, deadly motion hurled
his spear at the young Targaryen’s back.
The spear hit hard and flung the woman forward, her body slamming down onto the
paved court and laying still. The spear fell away, clanking on the stones.
Xaro Xhoan Daxos looked triumphant. He looked over at Barristan who was staring
at the fallen body of his Queen. “Prepare to die, old man.” Xaro smirked. “I
will enjoy having your own dragons kill you and that fat eunuch.”
He motioned to Drogon, who lowered his head. He reached up, hesitating to touch
the great dragon’s toothed snout.
A motion caught their attention from the courtyard. The slave warrior had
stepped out of the pool and awaited his next order. Everyone spied the female
form on the courtyard stones slowly levering her body up to her hands and
knees, and then standing up.
Barristan’s spirit soared. The dragon bone chain mail! The fine black links
crafted so small and fine, with the interlocked links magically bonded. The
mail had felt almost felt like silk in his fingers. It had blocked the spear
point from penetrating.
Xaro Xhoan Daxos screamed at the warrior. He charged the white haired woman. In
a whirl, the scion of House Targaryen pulled her sword out and chopped mightily
at the warrior. She landed her sword into the man’s hip, sinking it deep into
his pelvis. The man screamed and fell like a chopped tree. She turned back
around as the man slowly died.
Xaro Xhoan Daxos looked at the interpreter, yelling at her as she blanched. She
weakly spoke out: “Defend me and kill my enemies!”
Drogon lifted his head and looked down at his former master. His mouth opened
wide as Xaro Xhoan Daxos looked on with triumph.
The whole mass of humanity surrounding them paused at this moment. The tableau
of life and death being played out. Xaro Xhoan Daxos was rising up and down on
his feet in excitement. He wanted to see a person broiled in dragon’s fire.
Barristan could not believe it. Magic had overwhelmed his Queen’s mental link
with her dragons. He was watching in horror.
He watched Drogon’s head rise higher and his body breathed in.
“Nnooooooooo!” he roared. Drogon moved in a flash, his head twisted down and
his mouth slamming shut, chopping Xaro Xhoan Daxos’ body in half. His legs
toppled to the terrace and his left arm severed at the elbow fell with it. The
rest the dragon breathed fire over bodily remains in its maul and swallowed
with a loud gulp. The other two dragons then focused on the screaming and
trembling nobles.
 
Daenerys
“You simple fools! You think that blowing a horn means anything! You have no
magic. I am magic given flesh!”
“DRACARYS!”
Rhaegal and Viserion let forth huge gouts of flaming death that incinerated
large swaths of nobles on the wall. The screams of the dying filled the air.
A large group of soldiers started to run into the courtyard, down the avenues.
Drogon jumped down off of the wall and breathed out fire on one column. Men’s
bodies were incinerated as flesh and muscled charred to charcoal and bones
melted, the metal and leather of their uniforms igniting or melting.
Drogon hopped and jumped into the other column of soldiers and crushed them to
the ground with his weight. His head shot down, and he snapped bodies in half,
his body pivoting his tail and whipping it into soldiers snapping bones and
crushing skulls.
Then the black dragon jumped up and let out a few more gouts of flame,
finishing his kills.
Daenerys looked up and her two other dragons were running down the wide top of
the walls and letting out gout after gout of flaming death.
Barristan and Strong Belwas held their swords out, but had no targets to
engage. Daenerys’ dragons were slaughtering the noble families.
Drogon went to her and flew her up into the air. She urged her dragon back to
the Temple of the Undying and burned it down to ash from one end to the other.
She looked up and saw Barristan flying down to the docks as several warships
were trying to sail away. Viserion quickly burned them both. Crewmembers jumped
overboard as she ships quickly sunk.
Viserion flew back and forth over the harbor. Arrows shot out from the left
guard tower at the entrance to the harbor. Soon it was a flaming oriflamme.
She along with Barristan flew around the city. Whenever they spotted a group of
men trying to form up they dove down and her dragons burned both the men and
the surrounding buildings to the ground. Buildings reduced to slag and bodies
burned to char and ash.
Rhaegal was running around the walls of the city killing anyone who came upon
it. He burned and simply brushed others to their death.
Suddenly, Rhaegal took a small girl into his mouth. The young girl screamed in
terror, and Daenerys realized it was the slave interpreter.
Oh No! She thought to herself in horror. Not the innocent!
Before she could think or act she watched Rhaegal lower his head and gently
place the wildly kicking girl into Strong Belwas’ arms, as he gently took the
gift and held the girl close to his large body. Rhaegal shot down the wall
where he spied a few soldiers that had appeared. He chased them using his head
to batter into their bodies, sending them toppling off of the wall to their
deaths.
- - - -
Daenerys was exhausted. She had spent the remainder of the day and a long night
putting down insurrections of nobles. They would rally first here and then
there with mercenaries or loyal slave fighters. Barristan, Strong Belwas and
herself brought in one or two dragons to burn the resistance down. Fires were
raging all over the city. Whole blocks had been burned to the ground.
She kept one dragon and rider on high to keep an eye on things. The slaves were
uprising and killing their masters. This was not what she wanted, but had no
ground troops to put down the uprising. She wanted the old order removed but
not with senseless bloodshed. Her own family’s history warned her against that.
She had her dragons buzzing the city constantly throughout the night, roaring
strenuously and keeping everyone’s heads down with fear.
It was a few hours past dawn. She had landed back where it had all started two
days ago. They were worn but knew they had to keep going. Her dragons could
carry on for another day or two.
She saw the slave interpreter sleeping on some furs by a wall. She walked over
and bent down to shake the girl awake. Strong Belwas had been busy. He had
setup a large anvil and a set of tools.
The girl awoke with fright in her eyes.
“What is your name?”
“Missandei.”
“Where are you from?”
“I was born in Naath where I was captured. I grew up in Astapor. I was sold
four months ago to Xaro Xhoan Daxos to be his interpreter and to be his
youngest son’s sex slave when he came of age.”
Daenerys felt her anger flare. She guided the girl over to the anvil. The girl
looked around.
“I am to be your slave now?”
“I think not.”
“Then one of these great warriors?”
“Not today.” Daenerys pushed the girl to her knees. Strong Belwas picked up his
tools and in a minute the girl’s slave collar was gone. She fingered her neck.
“What does this mean?” she asked looking up at Daenerys.
“You are free. I’m freeing this whole City. I will do this all along Slaver’s
Bay. This is the first day of the beginning of the end of the Slave Trade.”
“You’re not going to become the new ruler of Qarth?”
“I am, but there will be no slaves. If I can get any of the families to work
with me I will bring them in. Otherwise I will cast them out with only the
clothes on their back if they resist.”
Suddenly, off to the left a group of slave warriors with two Qarth slave
holders burst out a doorway.
Three swords were whipped out of scabbards and three dragons rose up on their
toes, shaking with the desire for fresh combat.
The small interpreter ran out from Daenerys and Belwas as they tried to grab
ahold of her.
She ran forward, yelling in the native language. She stopped in front of the
warriors. They looked at her and a rapid back and forth question and answer
conversation occurred. The small black girl pointed at her neck.
The slave warriors turned and dispatched their masters. They walked up to
Daenerys. They looked down at the small woman. They stared at the pale, thin
scar on the side of her face and the scars on her hands.
Daenerys pointed to the anvil. The men stared in wonder and moved over to it.
- - - - -
It was late in the day and they were barely controlling the city. The slaves
were rising up in greater numbers and the nobles of Qarth were organizing. She
had not have the forces to keep the city in check.
She looked out over the harbor and out to sea. She jumped up, her body rigid
and she felt adrenaline pumping through her veins. She saw the first specks of
ships approaching the harbor.
First it was one. Then a second and a third appeared. Then across the horizon
dots started to join in. She was not ready for another battle!
“Barristan!” she yelled. He was down in the courtyard talking to a slave
warrior with Missandei interpreting. He was trying to start putting together a
garrison to bring the city under control.
He looked up. “I need you up here now! Ships approach!” Daenerys saw the look
of doubt cross over his face. They could do major damage with their dragons,
but she could see the first signs of exhaustion in her scaled son’s eyes. They
only had so much more fight left in them. The air gusted around her around as
Viserion landed and Barristan jumped down.
He looked out to sea and he sighed. He too knew they were not ready for another
fight.
He took out his spy glass and trained it on the ships now thick across the
horizon. Daenerys was impressed with the size of the approaching vessels even
though they were still far out to sea.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Barristan softly exclaimed.
“What is it Barristan? Do we need to get our dragons awing? How much time do we
have?”
“They are from the Summer Islands, Daenerys. I think you will be interested to
see what is on the towering front mast of the lead ship. Look at the top
there.” He handed the spy glass to his queen.
“You will see a flag with Two Peacocks in full bloom on it, which represents a
major house I think but it is the flag riding above it in a place of honor that
I want you to focus on.”
Daenerys pointed her glass at the ship that Barristan pointed out. She first
looked at the ship itself. It was thing of beauty, the lines graceful for such
a large ship. The three masts were towering in their height.
She saw dark-skinned men and women manning the deck and working up in the
rigging. She saw archers in the rigging and along the rails. She saw men and
women with swords and spears on the deck.
She lifted her spy glass up the foremast. She looked up and up, and then
gasped.
Above the flag of the peacocks rode a large white flag. On the flag was the
three-headed Dragon of House Targaryen.
Tears started to run down Daenerys cheeks.
EPILOGUE
 
Barristan
“Are you ready, my Queen?” Barristan asked his liege.
Daenerys looked bedraggled in her soiled, sheer wrap-dress that clung to her
alluring curves. Her medium sized, perfect breasts pressed into the material.
Her hair was matted and hanging limp against her body. She had dirt on her face
and makeup had been expertly applied to make it look like her left cheek had an
ugly contusion on it.
“It is ‘are your ready slut?’ ” Daenerys corrected, enjoying how the stiff
formal knight grimaced and made a sour face. “I am your bed slave, Barristan.
We need to get close to them. I want to see their eyes.”
“I know Jelaera Taeneneos. I still don’t like this. Why couldn’t you get Syrio
Forel to take this role?”
“Because I wanted you.” Daenerys batted her long eyelashes, making Barristan
sigh. “They will enjoy seeing an older man controlling a young woman. Their
dogs and will like the show of power. I want my revenge, and I want them to
feel total triumph. Only then will I strike. We have prepared our little
appreciation gift and I want to fully enjoy it.”
They had ridden Drogon down to the coast about forty miles below the anchorage
that Illyrio had set up. The harbor of Qarth was filled with Summer Islander
ships. The nation’s various factions had pledged total allegiance. They wanted
in at the beginning of “this epic quest of justice and vengeance”. Illyrio’s
small fleet had come in several days ago.
Daenerys was elated. She had her fleet so much quicker than she had planned,
and she was not going to waste any time. She had conferred with her generals,
Barristan and Syrio, the Summer Islanders and the captains of the two mercenary
companies.
It was decided they would take Ax Isle. It was a land of corsairs that harried
all shipping in this part of the world. She would end that blight. It would
provide anchorage for her fleets that would be closer to the main shipping
lanes and give her an advance base to launch her next attacks. The Summer
Islanders had told the Queen that they would retain command of their ships but
would follow her directives. They had complete faith in the Breaker of Chains,
as they called her.
She had worked her hands raw breaking chains herself as the men, women and
children looked on her with awe. This was their new ruler and she herself was
breaking their chains? She was freeing them? Just who was this woman?
Of course they fell in love with her, calling her “mother”. Barristan shook his
head at the memory. She naturally drew people of good heart to her.
Illyrio had arranged for the Golden Lions to meet her at this location. They
had prepared well for the meeting. Several horses were brought out from the
small stable that had been set up. This had been planned for weeks. They
mounted their horses and Dany attached the leash to her choker as Barristan
took the lead.
They went down the track for several miles till they came out of the wadi to a
small plain. They saw the members of the Golden Company waiting for them.
Barristan slowly rode up to the group.
“I am Barristan, and this is my pleasure slave Jelaera Taeneneos. I hear you
have expertise in killing Valyrians. I need to have a certain family
eliminated. They live in Astapor.”
Daenerys made a strangled sound and Barristan jerked hard on her collar, making
her nearly fall out of her seat.
Barristan got off his horse and jerked cruelly on his leash as the small, frail
slave fell off of her mount and landed hard onto the ground.
The men laughed at her plight.
Barristan jerked up his slave as she whimpered.
“I had my eye on this slut for a long time and her family would not sell her to
me. I had to have her stolen. They are causing me problems. I need you to kill
them.”
“We will gladly do as you wish. Illyrio says that you will meet our fee plus
incentives.”
“Yes. I want the mother and her two other children raped and killed before
her,” he jerked hard on Jelaera’s collar for emphasis. “Then rape and kill the
mother. “I want her father to witness all this before you castrate him. Only
then will you kill him, after he has suffered for several days. Do you think
you can handle that?”
“Hahahaha! I think we can manage that.”
“You sound like you will enjoy doing your work.”
“Oh yeah. I always love raping girls. They are so sweet when they scream.”
“I see.”
Barristan swatted his horses hard on rump and they bolted off at a wild gallop.
The leader looked strangely at Barristan. “Why did you do that?” suspicion
rising up in him as his command got edgy.
“I believe my slave has something to tell you.”
Barristan suddenly jumped to the left to the ground that gave way as he fell
into the pit and rolled over, pulling the mats from Illyrio overtop of his
body.
The men were beyond confused by this strange behavior. They looked at the
Valyrian woman who suddenly did not look so weak and docile. She stared at them
with hot eyes full of rage.
“What the fuck are you staring at, bitch?”
“DRACARYS!”
The men were so focused on the strange tableau in front of them they never saw
the black dragon flying in fast behind them.
Fires hotter than any blast furnace shot out of the dragon’s mouth and
enveloped the men as they instantly caught fire, their bodies broiled and
charred to the bone. Their screams were loud and hideous but quickly cut off as
throats were burned shut.
The flames engulfed and burned off Daenerys Targaryen’s clothes. She stood
regally in the inferno as the killers of Kisseri met their violent end. She
watched them burn down to a few ashen thigh bones and broken skulls.
Barristan slowly climbed out after a few minutes to find his Queen kicking a
few of the skulls out into the wastes.
She looked at him with grim satisfaction.
“Nothing can bring back my Kiserri, but I hope her poor little soul is resting
a little easier.”
Barristan could only nod his head. The innocent always fell when the Game of
Thrones was played.
***** Love Among the Roses *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: There is intense graphic F/F sex in this chapter.
                                  Chapter 19
                             Love Among The Roses
                                 Two Years Ago
         Sansa / Margaery / Eddard / Margaery / Sansa / Olenna / Arya
Sansa
Sansa stood on the ramparts of Winterfell anxiously awaiting the ‘royal’
carriage of Highgarden.  The outriders had come through just the day before,
late in the afternoon.  She had hurried out to the courtyard just as the four
riders came underneath the main gate, and to Sansa, they had looked like
something from a minstrel’s song.
The men were all resplendent in their tight fitting plate armor, polished so
that it gleamed like mirrors in the bright sun.  Their helms were adorned with
ceremonial roses fashioned into the crown. The roses themselves were enameled
with red and yellow paint, making them glow in the light.  Green leaves and
stems with thorns ran up the sides of the helms, with some of the thorns tipped
with red.  The roses were beautiful, and held just a hint of danger hidden
amongst the flowers.
Armor that had never seen combat was polished silver. Each edge of plate fit
precisely into its fitted mate.  Dark green chainmail was visible at the
shoulder, elbow and knee joints like the stems of a rose.  The polished heels
of the knights’ boots had gold spurs that gleamed brightly in the sun. 
The two lead knights held high standards with two flags flapping hard in the
breeze.  The lead banner was a large shield-shaped flag, colored green with a
large yellow rose in full resplendent bloom in the middle.  Beneath the rose
the saying of their house: “Growing Strong” in a flowing script of intertwined
letters and roses.
Below the main standard was the flag of House Stark, the howling Direwolf
snarling at its foes.  It was nice touch, Sansa thought.  She shivered at the
romanticism of it all.
Next she looked closer at the war horses the riders were riding.  The horses
were adorned with silver armor also that glinted like suns come to earth.  The
horse’s heads were covered from behind their ears to the snout in silver armor
pierced with eyelets for their ears, eyes and nostrils. Each horse’s armor was
obviously crafted for each individual horse and its unique dimensions.  Plates
of armor went down the horses’ necks to cover their manes.  A large piece of
plate armor covered their front haunches, and had a raised scallop for the
front of the knight’s legs to rest against, securing the rider.  A large plate
of armor rested on the top of the rear haunches of the horses to give full
range of motion.  Sansa smiled at another small armor adornment: a small
ringlet of armor around the base of the horses’ tails. Armor blankets thick as
undercoats were also present on each, brown with yellow cross stitch patterns
adorning them.  The saddles were war saddles with a shallow scoop, allowing the
riders full motion while in the saddle.  They had yellow roses stitched into
the leather, giving bright relief. All of the armor on the horses was held in
place by dark straps of leather looped around the belly of the beast, connected
by buckles.
The visual effect of the knights and horses was very powerful to the almost
seventeen year old Stark girl.  The knights looked so gallant, riding tall and
proud on their war horses.  The horses nickered and threw their heads in
restive restraint, their hooves pounding the ground as if anxious to seek and
attack any adversary. 
She waited on the wall of Winterfell impatiently for the arrival of the main
retinue of Highgarden.  The herald knights had spoken of minstrels, court
musicians and mummers in the troop to provide entertainment.  Sansa was
ecstatic since they never had such visitors.  She already had her wish list of
songs she wanted to hear:  The Dornishman's Wife, It's Always Summer Under the
Sea, Gentle Mother, Font of Mercy, The Bear and the Maiden Fair being first in
line.
Then around the bend of the road hidden by the forest, the retinue of House
Tyrell finally appeared.  Sansa’s heart accelerated.  They had finally
arrived.  She was giddy with excitement.  Even more knights still flanked the
large ‘royal’ carriage. It was massive. The wheels were almost as tall as her
five foot nine inch height.  The wheels were shod in bronze.  She noticed the
spokes of the wagon were carved and painted to look like garlands of roses
running from hub to rim. 
The wagon gently jerked to and fro as it navigated the rutted road.  It was
flanked by ten knights with their rose crested helms of Highgarden.  These
knights had flowing green capes, trimmed in sable.  The tops of their capes
were not trimmed, but resplendent in fox fur.  They carried spears with small
Tyrell standards just below the tips, fluttering back as they slow cantered
their horses forward.
The four herald knights went out from Winterfell and fell in line in front of
the procession with standards held high.  Together the whole procession then
slowly approached Winterfell.
The main carriage was windowed on both sides with panes that folded out from
center crosspieces.  The windows were designed to open from the middle, with
small awnings covering the apertures.  The awnings were done up in a checkered
patterns with tassels hanging down from the edges. The tassels jerked wildly
with the motions of the carriage.
The cabin of the main carriage was made of wood panels with dovetail borders. 
The outer panels were painted green with the insets of the panels painted
yellow. The main inset on the panels of the door on each side had yellow roses
painted on them.  The border of the door panels were enclosed in a garland of
carved, entwined roses painted mainly yellow but with red, pink and purple that
made the garland seem like a riot of color, displaying life and wealth to
Sansa’s eyes.
The garland filled with vines that the roses sprung off of, and the dangerous
thorns ever present.  Beauty marked with danger was the clear message.
The top of the carriage had had two turrets on each end, with intricate
scrollwork that made complicated geometric patterns that then lead up to the
central adornment that was twice as tall. Two outer caps had waves rushing
inward to hold up the traditional crown of Old Highgarden, painted in gay
colors of red, green and yellow.  The jewels encrusted in their royal crown
were real. Highgarden had great wealth that they clearly wanted to advertise to
all they visited.
It all made Sansa giddy.  Ten supply wagons followed next, stacked high with
supplies and accruements for the royals when they made camp.  Between the royal
carriage and supply train were four more covered carriages that carried lesser
royals and the more genteel members of the party, including the musicians and
entertainers that Sansa longed to see perform.
Around this party rode fifty more mounted troops that watched over charges like
ranging wolves protecting their young.  These knights guarding the carriage
proper were resplendent in polished armor and bore the sigils on their horse
blankets of House Tyrell.  They were beautiful to behold, but not as
resplendent as the herald knights.  Sansa watched them until the party
approached the main gate, and then ran down to the inner court.
Once there, Sansa smoothed out her dark aquamarine dress. The flowing hemline
was just off the ground, and the hips and shoulders were done in medium black,
with ruffles stitched on the latter, making her shoulders appear larger. Her
dress swept off the ground in a feathery swirl with her motions. Diamond
patterns ran up from her waist and around her hips like a belt, and the back of
her arms were black, while the front patterned in aquamarine velvet.
She knew Loras would be impressed with both her dress, and her own groomed
appearance.
She had her face expertly made up with eyeliner to highlight her eyes, and her
lashes teased out full and resplendent.  Her cupid bow mouth was adorned with
light red lipstick. Tully blue eyes sparkled, and her hair was teased behind
her perfect ears, flowing down her back. 
She knew she had to make a good impression on her possible future husband.  Her
stomach was fluttering with butterflies.
She was surrounded by men and women of Winterfell, each excited to have such
gaily adorned visitors from the South.
Sansa watched several men leave the next transport wagon, and come up to the
royal wagon.  The men wore livery that was basic brown trimmed with yellow, and
black trousers.  The crest of Highgarden was on their breast pockets.
They opened the doors and pulled out the step down ladders, securing them into
the slot holes on the wagon side to stabilize it.  They then offered their arms
to the royals inside.
Mace and his wife Aleria stepped out, followed by Olenna - Mace’s mother. The
grandmother, though small, still seemed vital in her off-white dress.
Sansa’s parents went forward to meet the Lords of the great house of
Highgarden.  Her father was striking in his wolf cape.  Her mother was
beautiful in a dark dress that set off her auburn locks and blue eyes.  They
both exchanged salutations of greetings, and offered the royals of Highgarden a
light fare to break their fast.  Sansa smiled at her father.  He was giving the
'Guest Right', showing they had nothing to fear in the ritual of royal good
faith.
Then Loras stepped out of the carriage.  He was tall in his light armor, tinted
in the green and yellow of his house. She could see he was well muscled beneath
the plates, with long, curly hair that reached his shoulders like a lion’s
main. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, then smirked at her with gaiety
in his eyes.  “You are as beautiful as the minstrels sing, Sansa Stark.” He
spoke in a seductive purr.
“Puuhhleeasseeeee brother!” Sansa heard an exclamation of mirth from within the
carriage.  She turned to look at the open door, and a leg appeared, with a
green dress caressing the long limb as a delicate hand gripped the frame.  The
middle finger bore a thin ring encrusted with glittering emeralds.
The herald offered his arm to the princess, and Margaery stepped out onto the
steps and walked down as Loras took her other hand.  She had long, brown hair
in loose curls that ran down her back to her shoulder blades, and covered her
ears.
Her dress did not encase her shoulders, leaving her alabaster skin exposed. 
Sansa felt her stomach clutch for some strange reason.  The green dress had
long pleats, every fourth one yellow to appear and disappear with a beguiling
swirl as the Tyrell moved.  The sleeves of the dress followed the lines of
long, toned arms, and ruffles flowered out like garlands around perfect wrists.
Long, tapered fingers were topped with fingernails that were painted dark
green.
Sansa’s eyes caressed those digits. Then she looked up the dress, and saw it
had wire underneath Margaery Tyrell’s small bosom, pushing up her breasts.  The
dress was highlighted with a choker strap from shoulder to shoulder that was
dark green, and from that choker strap down to the décolleté cut dress was
transparent lace that only accentuated the breast of the Tyrell teen. This was
all set off with a pendant that hung around her neck, and nestled between her
breasts.  The pendant had a large, smooth pinkish stone in the center.  The gem
was enclosed by a hexagon, with a larger hexagon surrounding the smaller one,
encrusted with zirconia.  It perfectly set off Margaery’s dress.
Sansa was breathing a little harder, her face flushed.  Her eyes devoured those
beautiful breasts and her mouth watered in anticipation.  What has overcome me?
Sansa wondered, feeling her body filling with a burning, pulsing energy. 
She looked up into the dark brown eyes that were looking so intently into her
own.  The world simply fell away, and all that existed were those dark pools. 
A roar filled her head.  The whole world centered on those deep brown eyes
staring into her soul.  She was stunned, her breathing shallow and her face
going pink.  The flush quickly spread down her chest and up her breast as Sansa
felt the heat of blood rush beneath her skin.
She felt wobbly, and Margaery gripped her arm. “It’s alright, Sansa,” Margaery
whispered so only Sansa could hear her, “I feel it too.”
She felt fire where Margaery’s hands gripped her arm, and a strange warmth
radiating up into her body making her heart thunder in her chest.  She gasped
quietly, feeling her nipples and clit tingling.  Margaery slowly stroked her
fingers around on Sansa’s arm in a light circle.  The touch inflamed something
deep inside Sansa.
Sansa’s eyes widened as she understood what her body was telling her.  In the
flash of a moment, she had fallen deeply and completely in love with Margaery
Tyrell.
Margaery
The rocking and sudden dips of the royal carriage had begun to grate on
Margaery’s nerves the further they traveled up the King’s Road.  She had made
peace with the journey north.  She knew she was promised to Joffrey Baratheon,
so seeing Robb Stark meant nothing to her.  She looked out the window.  She
hated being handled like a heifer, being married off to some fucking twerp.
Her mother was so dense.  Thank the seven gods for her grandmother.  Her
grandmother had realized early on the true leanings of her granddaughter, niece
and cousins.  They had such a nice, safe nest in Highgarden where they were
free to love and fuck in peace.  They had to keep themselves circumspect when
around those outside their inner circle – but inside that circle they were free
to love each other.  Their grandmother had made sure no one was abusing or
taking advantage of anyone else.  Once she had seen this, she had helped them
setup the perfect façade of innocent, familial love.
She had hated having to keep her virginity as one by one her fellow hens took
each other’s, but she understood.  She was worth a lot with her hymen.  Since
she had not found the right woman yet, she still kept her grandmother happy
with her precious highborn hymen intact for some worthless and probably
horrible man, or even boy.
She couldn’t think of Joffrey as anything other than a boy.  She had been
furious when her parents had come to her so happy, telling her that they had
arranged a marriage between her and Joffrey Baratheon, and that she was to one
day be Queen of Westeros. Margaery was politically ambitious, but the thought
of giving her body to that sadistic piece of shit filled her with sullen anger.
A month later her grandmother had come to her.  She had assured her
granddaughter that she would never have to marry Joffrey, and she had Margaery
take a sip from a cup.  It tasted funny, and made her breathing slightly
constricted.
“You just drank the poison ‘the strangler’,” Olenna told her granddaughter. 
Margaery’s eyes bulged out of her sockets.  She watched her grandmother
chuckle.
It was only after that, that Olenna told Margaery that for the next two years,
she would sip ever stronger potions of the deadly poison.  Margaery was pissed
at her grandmother for her moment of humor at her expense.  Olenna explained
that by the time of her wedding, she would be immune to the dose she and
Joffrey would drink at their wedding banquet.
He would die, and she would be free to grieve with many fake tears of
bereavement.  She would then marry Tommen when he came of age.  That would give
Margaery and Olenna time to mold the seemingly sweet boy into a king they could
rule through.  That, and Margaery could bring her clutch of hens to King’s
Landing to have the best of both worlds!
They would take advantage of Cersei holding off on marrying her eldest son. 
Cersei had enough common sense to see the shit needed more seasoning in hopes
he would find himself.  Margaery knew the sadistic fucker would never find
‘himself’ - the boy was a cruel despot in the making.
She had resigned herself to not having a good time at Winterfell.  She had not
been happy to be forced to go North in the first place, and she would just have
to make the best of a bad situation. Why couldn’t her father talk to the mighty
wolf without her?  The North was so… backwards and antiquated.
On her way north she had determined to try to see it in a more positive light. 
It was ‘provincial’ and ‘quaint’, she decided to think.  They were not
backwards, just ‘rough’ and ‘homespun’.  They rounded a turn in the road, and
the mighty castle of Winterfell came into view.  She looked out the window at
the stronghold.  It was hard to image that the castle, in one form or another,
had been in this location for almost eight thousand years.
The walls were massive and the blocks fit tight, but it was not adorned like
Highgarden, Casterly Rock or King’s Landing.  It was functional only.  The
North said they never forget.  She assumed that ‘keeping it simple’ helped them
remember. Still, the castle was impressive in its own way. 
After they passed underneath the main gate, she watched her family get out of
the carriage.  First her parents, followed closely by her small grandmother. 
Her parents were greeted by the great Lord Eddard Stark.  They did not seem
that impressed, but her grandmother had told her that a wolf in its lair was a
truly formidable force.  She had them accept food from the Starks as guest
rite, and then made small talk as the Starks had clucked and crooned over her
grandmother, whom she knew was preening and taking it all in with false
modesty.
Her brother got out of the carriage and she soon heard him laying it on thick
with the eldest daughter of Eddard.  The file on the girl her age was that she
was tall and statuesque, and quite beautiful.  She would see for herself.
She called out to her hound dog brother.  He always told her, “a hole is a
hole, sis.”. She got out the carriage and turned to meet the lady who could
potentially marry her brother.
The tall, auburn haired young woman turned slightly to look at her.  Margaery
felt like she had been hit in the stomach as all air left her, and her body was
suddenly tingling from the top of her head all the way down to her toes,
curling in their supple leather boots.  She was on fire, her eyes dilating as
they took in this vision from the Age of Heroes. Sansa Stark was a fair Queen
of that age, reborn. 
Margaery could see that Sansa felt it too.  The girl’s blue eyes betrayed her
blown pupils.  Her breathing was getting ragged.  Margaery had more control of
her emotions, and took a deep breath.  Her body was thrumming like a plucked
string on a harp.  She felt fire and passion burning through her veins.  Her
clit and nipples were pounding, and her pussy was getting wet.
Her mother had told her she would have to marry out of duty, and if the gods
were very kind to her she may come to love her husband.  Her grandmother told
her that it was the fortunate few who actually found their life mate.  A soul
meant just for them.  Her grandmother had sighed when she told Margaery this. 
Olenna told her granddaughter she had been born a generation too soon – and
Margaery had never discovered whom her grandmother pined over. 
Olenna had told her she would know the instant she met her life mate, if she
ever did.  Margaery now knew what her grandmother had meant.  She took a moment
to say a prayer of offering to gods she did not believe in, then she took a
step forward and touched the tall, redheaded goddess.  She felt the current of
attraction and love surging between their bodies.  She spoke to the girl,
calming her.
She guided Sansa inside, following after their parents.  Loras looked at her
and Sansa appraisingly.  He then nodded his head in acknowledgement.  Sansa was
hers.
Margaery had to prompt Sansa to answer questions and make replies to general
conversation that would cycle to the dazed redhead.  Margaery gripped her hand
to support and claim the girl as her own.  She looked over and saw Olenna
looking at them, with her sharp appraising eyes.  Margaery could feel her
grandmother calculating and weighing options like she always did.  Margaery
held the piercing gaze, until her grandmother broke contact.
But Margaery knew this contest of wills was not over.
Sansa moved like she was walking through a deep haze.  Margaery kept her close,
whispering soothing words to her and stroking her hand.  Margaery enjoyed the
shiver that ran through the redhead’s body at her touch.  Sansa’s pussy would
taste so good in her mouth later.
“I really love your castle, Sansa.  It’s so provincial and appealing … can you
show me around?  I would really love that.”
Sansa shook her head so enthusiastically ‘yes’ it made Margaery’s heart do
funny things in her chest.
Sansa took her on a journey throughout the various houses in the castle’s
compound.  She was enthralled with the quiet, understated grandeur of the
castle now that she gave it her unvarnished attention.  The long halls with
their old suits of armor and tapestries that were more than a handful of
centuries old.
Sansa told Margaery the long history of the Stark family, highlighting the many
great accomplishments of Sansa’s ancestors. It was quite impressive, and she
hung on some of the great stories - especially Bran the Builder.
Sansa took her to the solarium greenhouse they called the ‘glass gardens’.  The
room was kept artificially warm by pumping heated water into the enclosed
area.  As they approached the doorway, Margaery looked up at running wolves
chasing an elk, with a large howling Direwolf head in the middle of the bas-
relief.
Margaery felt like she had entered into a magical garden.  Their fruit trees
were in full bloom, rebelling against the seasons of nature.  Many exotic
flowers in bloom filled the room with a sweet elixir of intoxicating scents.
She smiled at the blue roses that the North was famous for.  She plucked one,
and put it in Sansa’s hair over her right ear.  Sansa smiled tremulously. 
Margaery moved in until her smaller body was pressed into the taller Stark,
looking up at the trembling redhead.  They stared intently into each other’s
eyes.  Sansa’s breathing began to rise, and become ragged.
Margaery cupped the back of Sansa’s head and pulled her down, slowly holding
eye contact until their lips met and they kissed sweetly, with tremulous lips
gently caressing.  Sansa whimpered.  Margaery wanted so bad to deepen the kiss,
but sensed she needed to bring her love along slowly.
They went back inside to the main hall when the dinner hour had arrived.  In
the main hall, Catelyn Stark swooped in like a diving hawk and swept Sansa off
Margaery’s arm and quickly sat Sansa next to her brother.  Loras, to his
credit, looked chagrined. 
Margaery sat between her mother and grandmother, fuming.  Olenna leaned into
her granddaughter. “Control yourself Margaery, don’t overreact here … you know
how to play the Game of Thrones”.  Margaery calmed down.  She and Sansa made
direct eye contact that only Olenna and Loras caught.
Margaery and Sansa picked at their food.  Margaery smiled, watching Sansa use
her fork to spear peas with obvious frustration.  Margaery made the
conversation that was required of her, along with the expected smile.
When the meal was finished, Margaery was back on Sansa’s arm in a flash.
“Sansa, do you think I can sleep with you while I am here? …I’m used to
sleeping with my cousins and I don’t want to sleep alone in this big, scary
castle that I am not used to.” She asked the redhead while batting her
eyelashes.
She felt so hot seeing Sansa gulp loudly.  The two milled around the banquet
hall.  Margaery could see that she was waiting for her father to move away from
his wife.  Finally, it happened and Sansa set off to talk to Eddard.  Margaery
saw the initial surprise on Eddard Stark’s face as he listened to Sansa make
her case.  He looked at her, squinted, and then a slow, soft smile appeared on
his face. 
Eddard Stark slowly guided Sansa back to Margaery.  He clapped her softly on
her back and told Margaery he didn’t want any of the old ghosts of Winterfell
scaring her.  Margaery already liked Eddard Stark a lot.  He exuded calm and
charm with his every breath.  Margaery had seen her grandmother gazing at
Eddard with long looks as well. She now knew who her grandmother had fancied
when she wore the body of a younger woman.
A few minutes later, Sansa’s mother came surging over telling Sansa that she
could not allow Margaery to sleep with her.  Sansa needed to spend all her free
time with Loras.  That was her duty.  Margaery saw Sansa start to wilt as her
own dander started to rise.  Sansa’s lips began to tremble, and eyes brimmed
with tears.  The Tyrell felt her heart ache seeing Sansa so distraught.  But
Margaery dared not lash out at the harridan. 
Suddenly, Eddard was there and he told Catelyn that surely she did not mean for
Sansa to entertain Loras at night in her bed.  Catelyn was nonplussed, and
started to splutter.  She protested that was not what she had said.  His
riposte of “let the girls have their time Cat, you know Sansa doesn’t have any
girl bonding time with Arya,” seemed to work. Eddard then led her off.
Margaery was starting to really love that man.  Sansa was hers.
Sansa
Sansa was so nervous in her room that first night.  She and Margaery sat on her
bed, laughing and gossiping about this rival or that one.  They made a show of
comparing the available male suitors for Sansa.  When she asked Margaery about
Joffrey, she got slightly upset telling Sansa he was a fucking shit but she
just knew the gods would take care of the situation.
Sansa was extremely jealous of the Baratheon even though she knew she had no
right to be.  The thought of him touching Margaery filled her with anger and
burning jealousy.
When Sansa asked how she knew this for certain, Margaery became demure and
evasive.  Sansa decided to drop it.
When it was time for bed they changed into their nightgowns, chaste and long. 
Margaery had pulled open a large traveling case that had been placed in Sansa’s
room to retrieve hers, and Sansa loved the many sharply detailed roses carved
and painted on the wooden case. As always, the color yellow was predominate. 
Margaery only kissed her sweetly on the forehead, frustrating Sansa.  Sansa lay
in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering about these new emotions surging
through her body and making her pussy ache with longing. She waited until she
heard Margaery’s breathing even out.  She turned to look at the sleeping Tyrell
with longing and a love she knew she should not feel.
The next day it was formal events with the two families watching formal
displays of martial skill.  Margaery had been impressed with the displays of
sword, ax and bow.  Eddard Stark had fought his Castellan, and Margaery had
gasped at the man’s speed and skill.  She had confessed to Sansa that she had
thought Loras was a great sword master, but she now knew he had much ground to
gain to match the skills she saw in Eddard Stark. Sansa felt such pride in
knowing that Margaery saw the greatness that was her father.
Then a long, formal tour of Winterfell that was slightly tiring, going up and
down the many stairs. 
Sansa then decided to have her new friend met her Direwolf.  Sansa had been
afraid of how Margaery would react to the giant wolf.  She had indeed trembled
slightly, but held her ground as Lady strolled up to the Tyrell girl, her tail
high and wagging.  The wolf bumped into Margaery and licked her hand.  The
great wolf’s eyes nearly on level with Margaery.  Giggling, Margaery started to
pet Lady who whined in pleasure. The Direwolf immediately took to Margaery,
licking her face with her long, raspy tongue.  Margaery said she wished she had
her own Direwolf.
That night they kissed a little more, but Margaery told Sansa to calm herself
down and roll over and go to sleep.  Sansa had been so frustrated.  Why didn’t
Margaery want to kiss her more?  Sansa’s pussy was aching in need. She wanted
so much more, and it frightened her.  She had thought she knew what desire
was.  That ‘desire’ had been a childish thing compared to what she felt when
she looked upon Margaery Tyrell. She wanted to take Margaery and give herself
to her, even though she was unsure of what that meant, having those feeling for
a woman.
She squirmed, knowing that Margaery felt the same emotions.  Margaery not
taking their feelings and desires to the next level was frustrating the Stark
girl no end.  Sansa ached to take their building feelings to the next level. 
She wanted to give herself to Margaery.
The next day Sansa was in heaven, having Margaery on her arm all day. She was
so funny and intelligent.  They discussed politics and matters of House.  She
loved being able to discuss such matters with someone who was just as
interested in these things.  Her mother said that was not a woman’s place. 
Margaery seemed to eat up politics and the application of power.  She was so
intelligent and subtle with her thinking. 
Sansa fumed a little inside.  It was clear to her that in Highgarden, Margaery
had not been restricted in furthering her desires to know of governing, and how
to wield and work the levers of power.  Sansa instinctually knew that Olenna
was the true power in Highgarden and that Margaery was being groomed as her
successor.  What was shocking was that it was evident her parents did not. 
These two women may use men as their surrogates when necessary, but it would be
them guiding and controlling.
That night she and Margaery looked at each other as they stripped and got into
their gowns.  Sansa had been so fidgety and nervous the first night, covering
herself so no intimate skin was revealed.  Margaery had smiled knowingly, but
did not press Sansa on her shyness.  Her calm demeanor quickly settled Sansa. 
She quickly felt her bashfulness at having another woman see her body fading. 
She knew her sister Arya would rather have thrown-up than share such a moment
with her.
By the third night she was comfortable enough to change out of her dress and
into her night gown without covering her body.  Margaery, she had sensed, was
very immodest about her body being exposed to her, but was being demure for her
sake.  Sansa needed to prove to Margaery she was her equal.  She determined to
let the Tyrell see her in all glory and in her imperfections.
She saw Margaery eyeing her breast that night when she let Margaery fully see
them for the first time.  Sansa was not happy with her cone shaped tits, and
the way they hung on her chest - her nipples and areolas were capped over her
breasts like candles melted on top .
Margaery caught her, shy and trying to cover her body over when she Margaery
looking at her with open appraisal. She asked her to let her fully see her
breasts.  Sansa demurred but Margaery gently demanded that Sansa show herself
to the Tyrell.  Sansa dropped her arms and Margaery gasped seeing the Stark’s
bosom licking her lips in obvious hunger.  The sight had thrilled Sansa down to
her core making her pussy wet.  Margaery started telling her how beautiful they
were.  She had Sansa stand before her, then she demanded that Sansa straighten
her shoulders and throw out her chest.  Finally, Sansa did. 
Margaery had continued to gush about how beautiful Sansa’s breasts were.  Some
lucky person would love making love to them the Tyrell had told Sansa.  Sansa
had caught the neutral pronoun.  “I can tell they will die sucking hard on
those lovely breasts and working those pink teats with a swiping tongue.” 
Sansa’s knees had actually nearly buckled at that, and she had to grip the
dresser edge.
 She told Margaery she had lost her balance.
Sansa was so flustered she did not see the knowing look in the Tyrell’s eyes,
or her tongue lick her lips slowly wetting her lips in anticipation of having
the Stark girl in her bed screaming in orgasms of shocking rapture.  Her
mouthed filled to overflowing the sweet hot girl cum from Sansa’s gushing
pussy.
They went to bed, and Margaery stroked Sansa’s hair and kissed her lightly on
the lips.  They looked deeply into each other’s eyes in the dim light of four
candles that were still lit.  Margaery scooted closer to Sansa as they faced
each other. Sansa could feel Margaery’s knees and pelvis pressing against hers.
Margaery gave Sansa sweet feathery kisses gliding and gently pressing their
lips together.  Then, Margaery leaned in more aggressively.  Their kisses
became longer, and slowly more passionate.  Margaery’s lips glided over hers,
and then started to suck and nibble on them.  Margaery sucked on Sansa’s lips
in turn stretching them and gently teething and rolling them between her lips
and tongue.  Sansa was mewling in rising pleasure her body rubbing
instinctively against Margaery’s body.
Sansa felt like her body was on fire.  The feel of her lips being sucked on and
nibbled had her pussy on fire.  Her nipples were rock hard and throbbed with
the need to be touched and sucked.  The feelings got even stronger and better
when Sansa felt Margaery’s tongue prying her lips open and brushing across her
teeth.
Sansa immediately parted her teeth and Margaery’s tongue slid into her mouth. 
Sansa gasped hard into Margaery’s mouth.  Margaery swallowed her sweet lover’s
mewling.  Then Margaery surged her tongue deep into Sansa’s mouth, finding
Sansa’s wet tongue.  Sansa groaned hard into the Tyrell’s mouth, feeling her
pussy gush, soaking her mound and inner thighs.  Margaery wrapped her tongue
around Sansa’s oral appendage.  Their tongues danced in a wet slippery entwined
dance.  Sansa gagged in helpless pleasure feeling Margaery’s tongue exploring
her mouth and then sliding down her throat.  Sansa’s body convulsed and her
eyes rolled back hard into her head.
Margaery was emboldened by Sansa’s complete surrender to her advances, and
enfolded the teen to her body and pulled their bodies tight.  Breasts mashed
into each other and wet pussies started to press into the other’s body.
Margaery eventually broke the kiss.  She smiled hearing Sansa whine, with a
cute pout on her face.  “Kiss me back, Sansa,” Margaery softly husked, “show me
your need for me—my body.”  Sansa’s hand flew to the back of Margaery’s head
and threaded into the long silky tresses, and mashed their lips back together. 
Sansa surged her tongue into Margaery’s mouth and they wetly wrestled around in
frantic sensual combat deep in the Tyrell’s mouth.
They kissed for a long time.  Finally, Margaery said she needed to get some
sleep, still tired from the long travel.  Sansa’s breathing was ragged and a
light sheen of sweat had started to form on her upper lip and forehead.  She
was almost stunned at the cessation of their make out session.  She had felt so
alive and on fire! 
Margaery rolled over so her back was to Sansa.  Sansa moved in hungry for any
contact she could get.  They spooned.  Sansa tentatively put her arm around the
teenage Tyrell.  Sansa put her hand near the girl's breast.  Sansa sighed
happily when the girl gripped her hand and placed it between her small breasts
over her heart.  Sansa wiggled in happiness but she ached for more.  She was
frustrated, her cunt swollen and so fucking wet.  The warmth of Margaery’s body
quickly lulled her anxieties as they cuddled.  She could afford to wait.
She waited for Margaery’s breathing to even out.  Sansa slowly started to pull
her hand free and smiled hearing Margaery whine but she slowly got her hand
free.  Sansa rolled onto her back.  She scooted away from Margaery to give her
hands the room they needed.  She hiked up her nightgown up over her hips. 
Sansa was on fire and wasted no time.  She shoved her fingers into her mouth to
lubricate them. 
Sansa’s hand flew south and she worked her fingers between her sopping wet
labia lips and slide easily up and down her drooling slit.  Sansa frantically
stroked her pussy and rubbed and flicked her clit.  The Stark’s breathing
accelerated and got deeper as she stroked her sopping muff.  Sansa pulled on
her nipples squeezing them through her nightgown.  Sansa was no virgin to
masturbation.  She had slowly figured out to make her body sing.  Sansa rubbed
more and more urgently over her slit and now focused on her rock hard clit with
fast frantic swipes of her fingers moving in a blur pressing in on her shiny
cum soaked nubbin.  Her wet cunt making obscene squishing noises as she rubbed
even faster over her swollen muffin.
Sansa’s body tensed and her toes curled as she felt her belly tighten up and
her thighs spasm.  She pressed in harder with her rubbing fingers jacking her
clit with fast rubbing fingers.  Then her world exploded in shockwaves of
throttling bliss.
Sansa swallowed her wails of ecstasy as best she could her body bucking and
convulsing.  She felt the bed quake and jerk and was thankful that Margaery was
such a sound deep sleeper.  Sansa gagged in helpless pleasure her mound bucking
up off the bed her ass cheeks clenching to push her swollen cunt up into her
rubbing fingers.  She felt her face clench up her eyes squeezed shut hard as
her orgasm slowly started to abet.  She glanced over at the sleeping Tyrell. 
Sansa shook her head to get the sweat out of her eyes.  Margaery was still
asleep.
Emboldened with this discovery Sansa felt safe to continue giving her body the
release it needed.  In her raw need for more pleasure and release of sexual
tension Sansa missed the knowing smirk and elevated breathing of the pretending
to sleep Margaery.  Her seduction was proceeding apace.  Sansa would soon be
hers.  Totally and completely. 
Over the next forty minutes Sansa jilled off three more to shattering orgasms. 
She would recover till the aftershocks stopped and her slit stopped jangling so
hard.  Then Sansa expertly plucked her body yet again; her soul desperate for
the release that only masturbation and gut wrenching orgasms could give her. 
Sansa’s body was simply on fire for the sleeping beauty beside her.  Her body
had bucked so hard she was afraid she would awaken Margaery with her carnal
pursuits.  Finally, the heat in her loins while not extinguished they had been
tamped down. 
Later that night Sansa was awakened.  She was big spoon and Margaery’s heels
jammed her shins as they kicked and Margaery’s sweat slicked body rubbed back
into her body.  Loud strangled whimpers filled the room as Margaery’s right
hand worked frantically on her pussy.  “Oh Sansssaaaa suck my clit harder oh
gods yeessss yesss—aauuggggggggg unngggg unggggg arrgguungggg!” Margaery softly
cried out in strangled ecstasy.  Margaery writhed and convulsed back against
the Stark girl. 
Sansa felt fire in her body and elation in her soul hearing Margaery whimper
her name while masturbating.  Even more Sansa wanted to give her body and her
undying love to the teenage Tyrell.
Margaery looked back to see if Sansa was still asleep.  Sansa pretended to be
asleep but was really watching intently with slit eyes.  She watched the girl
scoot away and spread out her legs.  The Tyrell teenager hiked her skirt up
over her hips exposing her wet swollen cunt.  Sansa felt her own wet twat
clench at the lovely sight.  The girl touched her clit but hissed with the
sensitive nubbin still jangling hard.
Margaery had been whimpering as strong aftershocks made her face slash and
limbs thrash in small jerks.  Margaery pulled on her hard little nipples making
her hips jerk up as more strong aftershocks flooded the Tyrell's still
throbbing clit.  When her body had calmed after a few minutes Margaery started
to jill off again.  Her fingers working her sodden pussy with her own expert
skills.  Sansa had to bit her tongue to suppress a moan when a thick wash of
Margaery musk flooded Sansa's nostrils from the Tyrell's flooding pussy.  Sansa
nearly gasped seeing the girl shove her fingers into her pussy deep enough to
brushing her hymen.  Gods Sansa wanted those fingers to be hers.  Margaery’s
strangled moans quickly became more and more desperate.  Then the crest hit
Margaery hard.   Her body convulsed all over.  Margaery’s body shook violently
as now cries of ecstasy were only half strangled. 
She looked quickly over at Sansa with the fearful look of a little girl getting
caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  Satisfied she had not been caught she
relaxed.  Only then did the tension leave Margaery’s body and she slumped back
against Sansa and soon was softly snoring.
The next night Margaery asked if they could sleep in the nude like she did in
Highgarden.  Sansa had gulped and said “why not”.  They were both girls after
all.  Sansa’s nipples were so hard and pussy wet seeing Margaery’s small firm
upswept breast with rock hard nipples exposed to her famished eyes.  Sansa was
shocked at Margaery’s smooth pussy.  Margaery’s told her that she liked the
feel.  Sansa kept her muff close clipped but was enamored by the baby look of
Margaery’s puss.
When they got in bed they immediately enfolded each other in their arms and
legs entwined mouths seeking each other and kissing ravenously.  They had been
lightly enfolded into each other but now their bodies were pressed tight and
wet quims instinctively found hip and thighs.  Their bodies had complete
control of their minds now.  Wet camel toes started to hump and drag on smooth
hips and thighs.  Flowing cunt slime soaked and lubricated hips and upper
thighs to make it easy to hump and grind their teenage pussies on each other’s
trembling bodies.
Sansa knew they should not being this but it felt so damn fucking good.  Her
body demanded she continue and she could see the same lust addling Margaery’s
blown pupils.  They clutched their bodies tighter and now ground down hard
their wildly trembling twats into each other.  Sansa was already addicted to
the feel of Margaery’s cunt humping her body wetly.  The feel of cunt slime
soaking her thigh and hip felt so right an natural to Sansa.
They kissed and humped until their orgasms exploded out spasming cunts hot cum
gushing and soaking their entire groins, belly and thighs in hot slimy twat
juice.  Their orgasms wracked their young tight teenage bodies.  Their screams
of ecstasy filled the room or swallowed by devouring mouths. 
They had slowly calmed down.  Then Sansa cawed out when Margaery began to hump
their thigh again.  Sansa instantly pressed her pussy into Margaery’s cunt
slimed sensual leg and tribbed with wild gyrations of her ass.  Sansa’s ass
cheeks dimpled hard with wild maniacal surges of her twat into the Tyrrells’s
body.  All too soon they cummed hard again screaming in ecstasy before their
lips locked tight so they could swallow each other’s screams of unadulterated
fucking bliss.  
Sansa was besotted with pleasure and love for Margaery.  Her pussy felt so
alive.  She loved to masturbate but sharing her body with the woman she was
falling deeper in love with was intoxicating.
The next night she had Margaery shave her pussy and anus smooth.  Then it was
her turn to get the stubble off her Tyrell.  She slide the razor over
Margaery’s vulva and the Tyrell pulled her legs back and exposed her anus that
Sansa carefully shaved clean removing the rising stubble.  This intimate act
even further making Sansa fall in love with the teenage scion of House Tyrell.
They ran to the bed and kissed deeply humping to shattering orgasms.  Then
Margaery asked Sansa to masturbate to orgasm for her.  Sansa said she never
masturbated scandalized but when Margaery raised an eyebrow she blushed hot and
slowly spread her legs and masturbated.  She worked her breast like she loved
and then slide her hands down to her pussy and stroked her kitty to a screaming
orgasm. 
Then Margaery jilled off as Sansa saw her fork her clit and squeeze jutting it
up so her right hand could rub the clit squeezed out its hood. The shiny nob so
hot looking as Margaery’s fingers blurred over her clit.  Margaery’s screams of
orgasm were deafening.
Then Margaery got them to sit up against the headboard shoulder to shoulder. 
Margaery hooked her leg over Sansa’s leg.  She reached over and played with
Sansa’s pussy and Sansa groaning reached over and started to play with
Margaery’s pussy.  They gasped and writhed.  Margaery bent over and siphoned in
Sansa’s nipple and sucked hard her tongue rasping Sansa’s steeple areola. 
Sansa’s world exploded in shocking pleasure.  Again and again raw aching
pleasure exploded in Sansa’s belly and ripped out her convulsing cunt hot
juices sloshing out her spasming quim.  The bed was soaked beneath her twat
that still dribble out milky cum.
Soon Margaery’s head was slamming back into the headboard as Sansa rolled her
clit and tapped it hard with thumb.  Margaery screamed so loud and sweetly for
her.
Then they rolled down onto the bed and clenched rolling around on the bed
kissing with fuck hunger as they humped and stroked their heated pussies to
multiple orgasms.  They finally went to sleep with sweat and cum soaked bodies
pressed tight together.
Sansa would be washing Margaery’s body tomorrow morning in the heated water
they would use to take a sponge bath.  She relished the thought of running her
wash cloth all over that glorious body cleaning off all the dried cum covering
Margaery’s body.  Sansa ached to make true love to Margaery as they went to
sleep snuggling and smiling in love.
Eddard
Eddard was in the meeting room he used when meeting with high nobles.  The
beams were massive, supporting the ceiling darkened by centuries of fires
burning in the hearth.  He looked up at the beams wondering just how many of
his ancestors had met in this room before him.  
This hall would not have seen the progenitor of House Stark, Brandon the
Builder.  But it had seen Rickard who defeated the Marsh King and married his
daughter, bringing the Neck into Winterfell's realm under the lordship of House
Reed.  He had recently reread the tale of how the Mormonts were granted Bear
Island when King Rodrik Stark won it from the Ironborn in a wrestling match. 
So much history had been seen in this hall.
The walls were covered with large tapestries that depicted these stories, and
others.  Prominent among them was the story of Bran the Builder and his
building of the initial Wall and Winterfell with the help of Giants.  One
tapestry showed Bran going South to help build Storm’s End, and putting in it
the magical spells of binding that to this day kept the keep’s walls strong
against the raging sea.
Several tapestries depicted the Starks who helped repel many major wildling
invasions, such as when they and their Umber bannermen defeated Kings-Beyond-
the-Wall like the brothers Gendel and Gorne, as well as Bael the Bard, who both
sired and fought a Stark.
These meeting were not nearly so grand or bold.  No tapestries of these times
would be hung on the walls here in this room, or even the least of rooms or
halls. 
He and Mace had spoken of the dissipation of Robert Baratheon and the rising
heir, Joffrey Baratheon to the throne.  They were both very displeased,
bordering on major disquiet with the happenings in King’s Landing.  Robert was
depleting the realm’s coffers in senseless tourneys and mindless banquets.  The
kingdom was bleeding dragons.  His poor leadership was inspiring graft and
corruption.
Mace had put out feelers for a rebellion, but Eddard and put them down.  He
would not call his banners against his childhood friend.  True, his friend had
turned into a drunken buffoon. But he would not go to war over a man who could
not keep his mouth off a goblet of strong wine, or his dick out of any pretty
woman in the realm.
Robert was wasting away, and the kingdom with him, but Eddard had had his fill
of rebellion with Robert’s own rebellion.  So much death and lost potential had
been shed in that war.  He still saw in his mind the good men he had killed
only because they had chosen the other side of the conflict.  He still awoke in
sweat, seeing the life go out of Arthur Dayne’s eyes.  Cat would wake up and
hold him as he stared in the dark, lamenting the waste of such a great man over
the right of Robert to marry his sister.
A sister Eddard now knew Robert would have cheated on as much as he cheated on
Cersei Lannister.  It was in his nature to bring infidelity to his wife’s bed. 
Robert’s drives were just too strong.  He was a brilliant war leader, and a
horrible political leader.  He was lost, and with him the realm.
The realm was spiraling down into bankruptcy and aimless policy.  It was still
not worth going to war over.  He would fight for the realm next time, but not
for just any one man.  He had yet to find anyone worthy fighting for, killing
for.
He tapped the table with his fingertips.  He did not know of any men worthy,
but he had begun to wonder if there was a woman worth fighting for. 
Daenerys Targaryen was going to come back to Westeros. That was a given.  When
she came, he would willingly bend the knee to avoid yet another war.  He was
satisfied with being Warden of the North.   If Daenerys was satisfied with the
status quo, there would be no problem.  It probably wouldn’t be a problem even
if she came to fully subject the North. 
She had dragons and he did not.
This woman seemed to be something more though.  She had totally diverted her
attention from her ancestral homeland to attack and conquer the Slave Cities of
Slaver’s Bay and shattered the most powerful Khalasar, along with several
smaller ones.  Others still defied her rule, but had retreated far into the
grass seas and were not making any trouble for her.  They had been bearded, or
should he say, their hair had been shorn.
She now used the cowed Dothraki to garrison her conquered cities.  She had
forbidden them to rape and pillage the defenseless.  The Targaryen had broken
the Slaver Cities, but did not set herself up as the new slave lord.  She was
instead abolishing the slave trade. 
Completely. 
She was instituting freedom for all and establishing free trade.  She was all
the way to Lys now, and had conquered them with sheer force of will and power. 
She had the strength now to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, and that’s what she
was doing.  He admired that. Greatly. 
It was something he would have done in her place if he had had even been able
to conceive of such a thing.  She was in some ways greater than him. 
He would bow down to this woman if all this was true and not just propaganda. 
He could serve such a woman proudly, helping her to make Westeros, hell, Essos
too, into a better world. 
He could only hope she lived up to her promise.  Robert had failed hopelessly
and miserably. 
Robert was a waste, but that could be lived with.  What made him loose sleep at
night was his son Joffrey.  He sometimes spitefully thought that Cersei must
have slept with the Mad King just before Jaime ran him through with his sword.
Joffrey had a madness, and on top of that he was sadistic and cruel just for
the pleasure of being cruel.  He would likely prove to be a vile and evil
despotic king.  But, he was not that yet.
Eddard would not go to war over a possibility.
Maybe the impossible would happen, and Margaery could dampen and subdue the
fires of madness in Joffrey.  He knew she likely would not be able to, but he
would not fight against a what if.  He would call his banners if and when the
madman actually took the throne and raised havoc.
Eddard shifted and looked through the north wall of the meeting room.  He may
have a greater concern to face.  His bones told him that the real threat was up
north.  A long winter was coming, and the reports from Jon were disquieting. 
Patrols were not returning from beyond the Wall.  Tales from captured wildlings
told the crows of icy beings walking the woods and wastes, raising the dead.
Please old gods do not let that be.  He feared the enemy from eight thousand
years ago had returned.  He had no proof yet, but his intuition told him as
much.
Like his Robert and Joffrey problem, this could wait for now.  He would not
raise his banners for disquiet and bad dreams at night.
Eddard turned aside from thoughts of realm and the future.  They would resolve
themselves in time.
He was happy having the House of Highgarden visit his realm.  He loved his
home, but he knew for the women and children it did lack the pleasantries of
the South.  He had made sure word was sent out of their visit and villagers
were streaming in every day to see the musicians play and the mummers put on
their plays.  He wanted his realm to see the magic of delight that the visitors
of from the South could provide.
He did not consider himself a dancer.  But he had gotten on the dance floor and
danced with his wife as she twittered and giggled.  It had made him smile.  It
was so much nicer to dance with a wife of flesh and blood, instead of steel
wives with their cold, ever-sharp blades.
He and Cat had a most pleasant time in their bedchambers after dancing.
He noticed that Sansa and Margaery had hit it off.  She was spending all her
time with girl.  He was pleased at how well they got along.  They were like the
sisters that Arya and Sansa had never been. 
He wondered about Sansa, and whom she might marry.  His wife was hoping that
Sansa and Loras would marry, merging their two houses.  She wanted to make
House Stark ever greater.  He never told his wife of Loras’ bisexual nature. 
He slept with women, but he obviously preferred men.  He had already formed
liaisons with the weapons master journeyman nearly ready for his own hammer,
and a knight from Last Hearth.
Word had also reached him that Loras and Renly were in a hot and heavy
relationship.  He knew that in a perfect world, they would marry.  It may not
be his cup of tea, but he thought everyone should have the right to lead their
lives if it hurt no one else.  It was the right that all sought - the right to
live their lives as they saw fit.
He went out the room and into the hall.  He saw Sansa and Margaery walking
ahead of him, holding hands and laughing at something.  It was nice to see
Sansa so happy.  Arya had faded into the background with the Tyrells in
Winterfell – but at least she was not fighting with her sister.
Eddard hoped that his daughters would both be able to marry a man that made
them happy.  He had held off his wife in hopes that that such a match would
occur.
He sighed.  He knew the choice Arya would probably make if she could.  She was
simply infatuated with this Targaryen Queen who was marking her way across
Essos.  He was sure by the time Daenerys had made it to Westeros she would be
wed.  She would have a king in tow to make some political alliance or another. 
It would probably be an arranged marriage, but a marriage nevertheless. That
would put an end to his daughter’s fantasy.
Eddard sighed.  Who could he find that could hope to make his little girl
happy?  He sorely doubted any man was up to the task.  He would not allow his
little she wolf to be cruelly yoked or harmed.
Margaery
The rough architecture of Winterfell continued to capture Margaery’s attention
as she walked down the long hall of the great hall.  She loved the roughhewn
beams that were visible, and how the stones were not fitted together with the
seamless precision like they were in Highgarden.
She noticed these things, but the only thing she really saw was the beautiful
red wolf that walked beside her.  Sansa was so beautiful that it made
Margaery’s heart skip. 
She was the one. She had listened to the minstrels sing and read a few romantic
histories of the handsome king and beautiful princess, who meet and fell madly
and passionately in love with each other.  Of course she had always changed the
King to Queen in her own versions - but she never told her mother that. 
She had her cousins to live out those fantasies with.  But this was not a
fantasy.  This was what she had been waiting her life for.  Sansa was the one.
She gazed up at Sansa with total adoration.  The way the deep auburn haired
beauty’s lips moved as she spoke.  Her lips were a perfect cupid bow, so red
and inviting.  She hungered to kiss those lips, andthe lips that lay between
Sansa’s legs.  Margaery’s undergarments were sopping wet in anticipation.
She had been stroking and pressing into Sansa since the moment they met.  She
made direct eye contact and exposed her neck and fluttered her eyelashes.  She
constantly touched and caressed Sansa’s body.
They had slept in her bed for five nights, at first just talking and
gossiping.  She smiled as she thought of how Sansa had stopped talking about
silly boys when Margaery easily led her to talk of the charms of women.
They spent the day laughing and holding hands like long time childhood
friends.  Once in Sansa’s room though, it all changed. Tonight they would give
each other their virtue. 
Her mind burned still with the memories, masturbating the instant she thought
Sansa had gone to sleep.  She had sensed the tension she had filled the Stark’s
body with.  She had made to wake Sansa when she had done her own masturbation. 
Knowing she was watched surreptitiously had only made her orgasms all the
stronger.
Margaery had led Sansa from kissing chastely to long make out sessions.  They
then added tribbing and mutual masturbating.   Sansa had been so responsive and
anxious to take their intimacy ever higher and hotter.  Tonight they would take
each other’s maidenheads, and forever mark each other as their mate.
She loved the height difference and how much bigger Sansa was than her.  She
could already feel her woman riding her hard and making her cum so hard in her
mind. 
She had made sure to keep her virtue so far.  She had been saving it for
whatever man she would be sold off to further House Tyrell for her
grandmother’s sake.  She’d had had no reason to do otherwise.  Circumstances
had changed and now, and she would choose to follow her own path.  No longer
would she sold off to the highest bidder as chattel. 
Tonight Sansa Stark would take her womanhood.  She shivered in anticipation of
the pain and pleasure of the moment.  She would give Sansa the gift that a
woman can only give but once.
Her fingers twitched with the hunger to take Sansa’s maidenhood and then rub
her g-spot as Sansa screamed in pleasure.  She had learned much in pleasuring
her cousins.
They were in her room now, and again Margaery was surprised at how warm it
was.  All castles needed to have hot spring water running through the walls! 
Sansa went to the fireplace and put some more logs on the hearth, to add more
heat and light to the room.
They went to the dressing screen and removed their clothing.  Margaery had seen
that Sansa was shy and modest, and had teased and joked her that were both
women, and that she should not be embarrassed about her nudity as they put on
their night slips on the first nights.  Now they slept totally in the nude. 
Sansa’s handmaiden had been shy, therefore, Sansa had not had much interaction
with girls her age in anything but the most formal situations.
Sansa had not had the brood of hens that Margaery had had growing up.  Sansa
had not been exposed to the almost rampant lesbianism that defined Margaery’s
life growing up.  Her parents never had caught on to the homosexuality of their
children.  That was not the case with her grandmother.  Thanks the gods that
her grandmother had fully supported Margaery and her cousins and their love of
the female body and each other.
Her grandmother had sighed when she made that discovery, but had worked since
then to make their dreams come true.  She would understand her actions when she
finally got around to telling Olenna about tonight.  She had promised to hold
onto her virtue until she fell in love or was married off. 
She was in love.
Sansa had gone to put on her night slip out of sheer habit, but Margaery had
stopped her hand just before Sansa gripped the fabric.  Her dark brown eyes met
the deep blue of Sansa’s eyes.  Eyes now filled with hot, throbbing hunger and
raw passionate love.  Sansa felt it too.
Margaery moved into her taller lover.  Her five foot six inch body fit
perfectly into Sansa’s as she pressed their bodies into each other.  Her hands
threaded in Sansa’s auburn locks and pulled her head down.  Sansa’s long arms
went around Margaery’s lower back pulling her into Sansa’s body instinctively.
Margaery mewled feeling Sansa’s hot body pressed into her.  Their legs finding
the groove between their mate’s legs, letting wet pussies find thigh and their
breast compressed as their bodies came together.
Their mouths found each other and loud moans filled the room.  Lips melded and
lipped their mate’s sensual lips.  Loud groans filled the room as lips were
sucked on and stretched out by nibbling teeth.  Margaery swiped Sansa’s lips
after a minute of sweet kissing and the lips parted letting Margaery slip her
tongue deep into Sansa’s mouth.  Their tongues wetly twined in wet love and
they danced heatedly surging from mouth to mouth.  Cunts found hard thigh
muscles and swept up and down in short jerks humping wet twats on hard muscle. 
Legs glistening with wet twat slime.  Mouths groaning hard into each other as
nostrils flared with passion and cunts humped with harder stronger strokes. 
Legs and hips quickly slimed in fuck juice.  Both women griped each other’s ass
helping them hump each other with wet pussies.  All the while mouths devoured
each other.
Sansa ground her twat into Margaery’s pelvis groaning gutturally and Margaery
swept her cunt on Sansa’s long leg slimming it and letting the wet juice
lubricate Sansa's svelte body to let her hump like a bitch in heat.  Their
juices slicked firm flesh and let their pussies grind hotly up and down with
short jerks of hips pulping their pussies into hard muscle and bone.  Love
juice was soon running down hip and legs in wet trickles.  Labia lips were
stretched and rolled on lubricated thighs and hips.  Clits jammed and mashed. 
The friction and pressure sending jolts of searing pleasure to each teen's
brain.  They parted for breath Sansa’s eyes blown dark with lust her breathing
ragged.
“Margaery … I-I-I don’t kn—“ her speech cut off with another fiery kiss as she
convulsed her eyes rolling back in her head feeling Margaery’s long tongue down
her throat.  Margaery swiped Sansa’s tonsils with her tongue as she held the
tall beauty to her.  Margaery chuffed as she repeatedly speared her tongue down
Sansa’s throat at her love convulsed in her arms gurgling into her devouring
mouth.  Margaery smiled as she kissed her lover deeply and slowly guided Sansa
over to Sansa’s bed that had been turned back with blinding white sheets. 
Margaery slowly lowered Sansa down on the bed and moved Sansa to the middle of
the bed all the while kissing Sansa deeply one hand behind her head and pulling
their mouths tight and her other hand squeezed Sansa’s breast pumping the firm
breast as the redhead mewled.  Margaery bent over on her knees knelt down to
continue devouring her woman.
Margaery pulled her tongue back from Sansa’s mouth slowly in clear invitation
slipping her tongue back into her own mouth.  Margaery gagged when Sansa’s long
tongue surged into her mouth and found her tongue and they wetly wrestled
slithering around twined in Margaery’s mouth.  Margaery had been up on her
knees to the side but now straddled Sansa’s body and pressed down.  Her wet
twat wallowed on Sansa’s hard flat stomach.  Margaery short stroked her hips
rubbing her drooling clam shell up and down Sansa’s lower stomach sliming it
with her weeping pussy.  Margaery lifted her cunt on the top of her sweeps and
jammed down on the start of down sweep of her groin.  The pressure making her
face slash with ecstasy.  Their hands were in each other’s hair as they snogged
deeply.
Margaery slowly stretched out getting her body between Sansa’s legs working
them out with her wiggling hips and thighs.  Now between Sana’s legs Margaery
started to jam her aching wet cunt into Sansa’s cunt grinding their hot boxes
into each other pulping them as labia lips were stretched and rolled and clits
jacked over each other shocking the two teens with ecstasy.  Margaery first
kissed Sansa deeply and now kissed down Sansa’s face. 
Margaery peppered Sansa’ throat with fiery kisses and kissed down her collar
bones and back up to her throat as Margaery licked it sensually.  “unnggggg
mmmgggg ohhhh babyyyy yessss!” Sansa panted in love.  Margaery kissed down
Sansa’s chest to her full coned shaped tits and kissed them with light kisses
back and forth.  She rasped steeple areolas with her swiping tongue before she
quick sucked on the turgid pink nipples.  Margaery sucked Sansa’s nipples deep
into mouth in turn.  There she sucked variously with long hard deep throat
sucks on the engorged teats.  All the while her pussy was humping up and down
Sansa’s swollen pussy.
Margaery’s tongue swiped and lashed the long thick nipples and her teeth grazed
over the steeple areolas.  Sansa whimpered feeling Margaery’s pussy wallowing
and humping on her stomach soaking it in hot cum.   Margaery watched Sansa
lifting her head watching her cheeks hollowing out as she deep throat sucked on
the thick nipples she stuffed into her hot greedy mouth.  Sansa's body jolted
as searing fire filled her aching breasts.  Each hard suck on her thick long
nipples had her body jerking and her face slashing with hot pleasure.  She
gagged in helpless pleasure feeling the hard sucks tenting up her areolas as
Margaery's tongue swiped the steeples on her areolas and her lovers tongue
batting her engorged teats.
Sansa was squirming and rolling her hips up instinctively into the pussy
tribbing her swollen quim.  Margaery kissed back up Sansa’s flushed upper chest
and throat and again locked lips with Sansa. She speared her tongue down
Sansa’s throat making her caw and groan deep in her chest.  Back and forth
Margaery kissed and sucked on Sansa’s nipples before kissing back up to Sansa’s
mouth totally overwhelming her with passion.
Margaery loved how their pussies, inner thighs and bellies were now soaked in
wet slimy twat juice.  The wetness letting them easily sweep aching pussies
over each other.
Margaery pulled Sansa up to a sitting up position.  They sat hip to hip as they
spent a long minute kissing and stroking each other’s now sweating bodies. 
Margaery kissed down Sansa’s throat and now massaged both of Sansa’s tits with
her hands pumping the hot full tits and tweaked the hard rubbery pink nipples.
“Unngghhiieeeeeee!” Sansa wailed her body convulsing feeling Margaery suck in
her throat.  Sansa jammed her throat into the mouth marking her as Margaery’s
slut.  The Tyrell gave her a vicious hickey sucking the flesh moving hotly in
and out gnawing teeth.  “Oohhhh Goddsss yeesssssss!” Sansa whimpered.
Margaery kissed down Sansa’s heaving chest and sucked thirstily on long thick
nipples as she sucked the nipples in deep and pumped her head filling Sansa’s
flushed tits with burning friction and ecstasy.  Margaery snuffled devouring
Sansa’s perfect tits.  Her head pulling back tenting Sansa’s capped nipples in
Margaery’s hot greedy sucking mouth.
Margaery would move up and kiss Sansa deeply before swallowing a nipple again
and lapping it with her tongue moving her head back to circle the steeple
covered areola before thirstily sucking on the rock hard teat again.  Margaery
moved from jutting nipple to nipple.  Sansa now had a hand in Margaery’s hair
and jammed her head into the boob Margaery was wolf sucking on. 
Sansa gurgled.  Margaery looked up seeing Sansa’s face slashing hard.  The
Stark girl’s head jerking and falling back as keens of ecstasy thrilled from
her throat.  Now Sansa cupped her breasts and jammed them into the mouth that
moved right and left to hard suck and then tongue lick with the flat of tongue
over the rock hard nipples.
"Oh . . . yes!" Sansa gasped trying to stuff more of her tit into the hot mouth
sucking fiercely on her tits.  "Ohhnnn! Oh . . . oh yes Margaery! Ohhhhnnnn,
that feels so good!"
Margaery pushed Sansa back to her elbows and the statuesque redhead watched
with limpid eyes as Margery quickly kissed down her filmed with perspiration
belly.  She moved to get between Sansa’s legs and pushed her legs out one leg
up bent at the knee.  Margaery kissed up and down Sansa’s quivering legs. 
Margaery looked up at the deep blue eyes that looked at her with pure hot fire
in them.
Margaery wet her fingers in her mouth sensually and pulled them out.  Keeping
eye contact Margaery started to rub up and down Sansa’s muff rubbing it and
pressing into the rigid clit making Sansa whimper and her body jolt as Margaery
kept hot eye contact.  The Tyrell used her fingers to slowly tease open Sansa’s
slit splaying out the dark labia opening paradise to Margaery.
Looking up Sansa’s flat belly Margaery slowly lowered her head and started to
lick the slit slowly and lick up and over the rigid clit again and again as
Sansa whimpered.  "Ohhhh! Oh Margaery!" Sansa moaned, arching her back,
beginning to churn her hips in involuntary fuck motions. "Oh yes . . . yes, do
me, yes! Oh god yes Margaery! Oh, it feels so good! Oh yes, like that! Unghh!
Unhhh!" Sansa gurgled swirling her hips lifting her cunt up to her woman’s
skilled tongue.
Margaery suckled Sansa’s clit between her lips and sucked it as she gripped the
upraised leg to anchor herself as she lapped on the engorged clitoral hood with
her rasping tongue.  Her tongue drilled into the hood teasing out the shiny
clit and she slurped on it with her lips.  “Mmmggggg mmmmmm mmmgggg” Margaery
moaned feeling her woman’s clit for the first time in her mouth.  She suckled
on it with pure love lathing her tongue over the hard nodule making Sansa’s
hips jolt and jam up into her mouth.
Margaery sucked and licked and then pulled her head back.  She started to rub
with her fingers over the bulging clitoral hood. She drooled spit on Sansa’s
muffin rubbing her fingers languidly up the slimy slit up and down the length
of the hot slit.  “Unnggg uunggg oohhh bbbaabbyyy!” Sansa gurgled.  Margaery
moved her head back down and sucked Sansa’s hot throbbing clit again and
switched to suckling with hot tongue lashes as Sansa started to go wild.
Sansa’s hand went to the back of Margaery’s head and jammed forward.  Margaery
swiped Sansa’s clit as she rotated her head and mashed her head forward and
sucked in Sansa’s upper cunt and sucked hard pulling her head back snapping
Sansa’s clit out her mouth.  She did this again and again as the redhead cawed
and jammed her cunt up into Margaery’s mouth.  Her sweet wolf's body convulsed
with need as Sansa rotated her swollen twat up into Margaery's devouring
mouth.  Margaery sucking with cheek hollowing love sucks on Sansa's shiny
pinkish white clit.
Margaery could see the tension rising in Sansa her whinnies clotted with raw
need.  Her upper body writhed on the bed rolling from shoulder blade to
shoulder blade.  Sansa’s face slashed hard with desperate need to cum.  Sansa’s
body was filmed heavily with sweat now with beads beginning to run down her
body as her face slashed with ecstasy.
Margaery sucked Sansa’s clit deep into her mouth and sucked hard and deep on
it.  Her tongue like a serpent with slashing and lashing swipes on Sansa’s
clit.  Sansa cunt exploded her back arching as her womb shattered with
explosions of pure fucking bliss that scalded Sansa near senseless with
pleasure.     "AAAWWWOOGGGGG! AANNGGHHIIEEEEE! hhhnnn hhhnnn Aunnnggghiiiieeee!
Ohhnnggg . . . unghh! Aanngghiiieee!" Sansa cried out, as the Stark felt the
wrenching spasms of a sharp orgasm tear at her quivering flesh.  “Oowwwgggggg!
Hhhnngggggg! Ffffuucckkk—mmnngghhiiieeeee!” the long statuesque teen screamed
in ecstasy.  Margeary was in heaven feeling Sansa throw up her hips to grind
her rupturing cunt into her lover's hot sucking mouth.  Sansa's body bucked and
lurched up and down as she now gripped Margaery’s head with both hands and
ground her cunt into Margaery’s mouth her body bucking and flipping.  Margaery
drank deep and greedily the hot cum flooding her gulping mouth.
As Sansa gasped and mewled Margaery rolled onto her back and slowly urged Sansa
to roll over onto her knees and elbows.  A groggy Sansa leaned her upper body
down to rest on forearms her cheek pressed into the bed her knees splayed out
lowering her swollen dripping snatch. 
Margaery scooted up between Sansa’s legs and gripped the toned ass of the Stark
teenager.  Margaery paused looking up at Sansa’s engorged pussy.  Sansa’s labia
lips were hanging down deep pink to medium brown and soaked in cum.  Sansa’s
shiny clit jutting out its sheath the tip all shiny.  Her love had a bigger
clit than hers.  Margaery’s mouth watered at the succulent morsel begging for
her tongue.
Margaery pulled Sansa’s groin down to her mouth.  Margaery flicked the jutting
clitoral hood with her swiping tongue and making Sansa whimper anew her hips
quaking with raw need and pleasure.  Margaery snaked her tongue up and down the
gooey slit murmuring as she sucked in Sansa’s sweet creamy effluent.  Margaery
pulled Sansa down further and the Stark girl rocked her hips grinding her
swollen quim down on Margaery’s hot gobbling mouth.
Sansa surged up to her palms and rolled her hips grinding her aching cunt down
on Margaery’s mouth her vulva swallowing the mouth lapping the drooling slit. 
Margaery loved the feel of wetness and heat flooding her mouth as her lapping
tongue bulged out the vulva enfolding over her hot lapping mouth.  Margaery
swallowed the sweet love drool leaking out the hot swollen puss she was hotly
devouring.
Margaery looked up at Sansa’s her head hanging down her face slashing with
primal pleasure then it snapped up “Aauugggg hhngggg hhnngggg
ooohhh—Margaeryyyyyy!” Sansa whimpered as her muff was expertly gobbled. 
Margaery rocked her head up swallowing in a mouthful of cunt meat and munching
obscenely driving Sansa wild with pleasure. 
Sansa took her right hand and gripped her nipples in turn squeezing and pulling
on her teats the pleasure sending arrows straight to her now diamond hard
clit.  The throbs hit her hard with pleasure.  Margaery scooted back slightly
and lowered her head.  She now speared her tongue up Sansa’s cunt hole and
sucked in a mouthful of slimy cunt meat and munched on it driving the redhead
wild.  Margaery sucked hard stretching and tormenting the sweet inner folds of
Sansa’s pussy sucked between her lips.
Sansa was grunting and crying out in ecstasy.  Margaery hammered her head up
and down spearing Sansa’s sloppy wet honey hole.  Margaery licked up Sansa’s
sloppy wet slit sucking on lips and licking slit.  Then her mouth sucked
Sansa’s clit deep into her mouth and sucked with all her pure love her tongue
spearing the shiny nodule and then polishing it as her cheeks hollowed out with
deep throat love sucks.
Sansa felt her cunt explode.  "AAWWWOONNNGGGG!" Sansa suddenly screamed, in a
roar that thrilled Margaery.  Sansa jamming down hard with her hips grinding
her immolating pussy down into the Tyrell’s hot sucking mouth.  Margaery
watched Sansa’s whole body as it convulsed wildly her legs lifting and
hammering the back of her feet on the bed her toes curled painfully. 
Margaery’s face was soaked in the cum convulsing out Sansa’s rapturing cunt. 
Sansa’s head snapped up and down her eyes shocked wide open in blistering
ecstasy.  Her clawed hands tearing at the sheets as her head thrashed like she
was being speared.  She screamed more wails of shattering ecstasy
"AAARRRGGGHHHUNNNNNNN … Auunngghmmnngghhh! Anngghaaiiiii! … auuggauhhgg
Awwwooiieennnnn!"
Margaery was in heaven.  Her face covered in Sansa’s cum.  She scooted back and
flipped the now weeping girl onto her back and climbed on top of her lover and
kissed her deeply.  Sansa moaned hard tasting herself on Margaery’s tongue.  
Their tongues shoved back and forth in between their mouths.
After a minute Sansa stopped sobbing and broke their kiss.  “I love you” she
whispered and enfolded the Tyrell in her arms and rolled Margaery onto her
back.  The Stark pushed her head down kissing Margaery deep and hard her tongue
down the girl’s throat as Margaery’s eyes rolled back and spasmed in her skull.
Sansa kissed Margaery all over her face.  Margaery cooed and preened feeling
Sansa’s lips all over her face giving Margaery sweet kisses.  Then they were
kissing again deeply tongues down throats.  Margaery gripped and roughly
massaged Sansa’s ass cheeks as the girl humped their swollen pussies up and
down over each other.
Sansa began to rock her hips harder and harder her pussy wallowing down over
Margaery’s swollen muff.  Their slimy cum soaked mounds rubbed up and down over
each other.  Their slimy labia lips rolled and stretched while the sweeping
motions had their clits jammed into each other and rode over the other’s clit. 
Their breath chuffing through flared nostrils gasping for breath to keep
humping hard.
Margaery was wound up like an overwrought wagon spring.  She gripped Sansa’s
ass cheeks and pulled and pushed encouraging the girl to trib face-to-face. 
They kissed deeply as Sansa was now pounding and dragging her muff over
Margaery’s muffin.  Their clamshells drooling cum into the other’s slit and
basting swollen clits.
Margaery felt the tension in her belly rising to unbearable pleasure.  She
broke their deep kiss and jammed her forehead into the crook of Sansa’s
throat.  Sansa pushed Margaery’s sweaty face into her throat with her hand. 
"Auungghhh! Oh oh Nnnunnggmmmm! Oh! Oh . . . sweet seven gods,
unnggmmmnnnggghhiieeee! Mmmnngghhiieeeee!" Margaery screamed as her body bucked
and then went taut her body quivering as one overpowering spasm after another
wrenched her flesh.  “Ungghh! Hnnngggggggg! Awwwoogggggg! … hhnn hhnnn Ohnngg!
Gods . . . yes! Yesss! Mmmnngggeeeee!" she wailed, her beautiful body surging
and convulsing as a fierce orgasm wracked her sweet teenage body.
When Margaery came back to her senses Sansa was staring down at her with a look
of pure rapture.  Sansa kissed her fiercely and then scooted down gripping
Margaery’s breast in her hands and roughly massaged them grinding her palms
into Margaery’s stiff nipples.  Sansa bent her head down and sucked thirstily
on the medium brown colored nipples.  The redhead lapped and sucked with glee
and happiness.  Her tongue did circles around steeple areolas and then rasped
the hard little nipples with long slow rasping tongue licks.  Her head jammed
down and sucked in a mouthful of Margaery’s firm boob.  Sansa pulled her head
back sucking hard on the tit meat filling Margaery’s breast with fire and
pleasure.
Oh gods Margaery thought this girl is fucking lesbian wolf—she’s going to
devour me Margaery thought in a near swoon of perfect love.
Sansa sucked in a mouthful of Margaery’s b-cupped tits and vacuum sucked the
friction making Margaery’s heels scissor on the bed.  Sansa would suddenly
surge up and kiss Margaery deeply and then back to Margaery’s breast.  The
Direwolf taken human form tried to suck Margaery’s nipples off her breast and
down Sansa’s throat.
“Sansaaaaaaa  ppllleeaseeeee!” Margaery whimpered her hands on Sansa’s
shoulders weakly pushing urging Sansa to move south down her body.  Sansa
looked up at Margaery with her blue eyes on fire.  She continued sucking with
hard sucks her tongue slapping Margaery’s right nipple.
“Babyyyyy my pussssyyyyy my pussy … pleasssseeeee …  please suck—suck my
pussy!”  Margaery whimpered.  Sansa lifted her head and with her fingers she
rolled Margaery’s nipples squeezing in hard. The pleasure was like arrows
striking Margaery’s shrieking clit hard with shocking pulses of ecstasy.
Sansa moved down Margaery’s belly now.  Sansa kissed the palpating belly her
lips kissing all over the firm tummy making the Tyrell gasp and mewl in clotted
need.  Sansa with evil glinting eyes gave Margaery’s stomach hard love bites
making Margaery whoop and hips lurch up.  Sansa’s traveling lips leaving behind
red love bites.
Now Sansa was over her shaved pussy.  “I love how smooth my pussy feels since I
shaved it and I really love how your pussy looks and feels.”
“I love it too … push your beautiful face in my shaved cunt and suck me off
baby!” Margaery husked to her young lover. 
“Ohhhh yesssssss” Sansa moaned and lowered her face to just over Margaery’s
pussy and then took a long deep breath.  “Oh goddssss your pussy smells so
fuckingggg goooddddd!”
Margaery smiled at the murmur performance.  Sansa was staring at her pussy all
wet and swollen covered in cunt cream.
Sansa started to lower her face several times and pulled back and now looked up
unsure at Margaery “I’m not sure what to do” she spoke with fear entering her
eyes.
“Baby … do what I did to start with … just lick me and follow your heart”
Margaery husked down at her lover.
Sansa lowered her head and licked up Margaery’s pussy.  Her eyes went spacy “Oh
God you taste sssooooo good!”  Margaery watched Sansa mash her face down
burying her face in Margaery’s vulva and sucked in a mouthful of cunt meat and
started to lap furiously. 
“Aauugggg hhhnnn hhnngggg!” Margaery gagged in raw pleasure as Sansa quickly
licked up and down her slit with flat tongue licks.  Sansa then moved up and
swallowed her clit and sucked so hard on the shiny morsel.  Sansa’s tongue
lapping furiously on her rigid clit that she had sucked out its hood.  Margaery
swirled her hips up into the teen’s hot sucking mouth.  She lifted her head and
watched her vulva bulge out as Sansa raked her tongue up and down her sodden
trench.  Margaery watched Sansa suck in her sweet cum and swallowed
convulsively in happy glee.
“Oh baby yesss—hhuunnggg oohh aauggg nnggggg!” Margaery whimpered feeling Sansa
lift her head enough to lick her tongue up her slit and over her shiny clit
again and again.  This girl was a natural!  Margaery’s head lulled from side to
side as the Stark girl sucked again on her clit.   Sansa lapped her head to
roughly slide her tongue up and down over Margaery’s rigid shiny clit.  Sansa’s
long arms went up Margaery’s body and cupped her breast and ground her palms
into the swollen titties.  The friction of the rasping palms filled Margaery’s
breast with aching fiery pleasure.
Margaery pulled her head up to look at Sansa and shook it to get the sweat out
of her eyes.  She watched Sansa’s cheeks hollow out with her love sucks on her
clit.  “Shit!” Margaery cried out feeling that first delicious spasm deep in
her belly that was more than pleasure.  It was the first spasm of her rising
orgasm building deep in her belly.  Sansa sensed it and began to suck
Margaery’s clit in and out her perfect sensual lips her tongue polishing
Margaery’s clit tip.
“Fffffuucckkkkkkkkk!” Margaery cried out.  Sansa now gripped her hips and
pulled her face even harder into Margaery’s clit and sucked Margaery’s clit
deep into her mouth.  Her throat sucked voraciously.  Margaery’s hands were
scrabbling all over the sheets her heels digging into the mattress. 
The tension rose and rose and then shattered.  "OOOOWWWGGGGGG! AAUUGGGGHHHHH! …
Ungghh! Ohnnggg! Oh . . . yes oh . . . gods! Auunggghhiiiiimmeennngghiieee!"
Margaery squealed, her cries filling Sansa's bedroom as a phenomenally sharp
climax ripped through the beautiful Tyrell teenager.
Margaery had to push Sansa’s head back forcefully.  “Sansa—Sansa … back off—let
my clit recover baby … like I did you … my clit is all jangling now.”
Sansa nodded her head and gently tongued all over the Tyrell’s vulva and inner
thighs licking up sweet hot slimy cum.  Sansa’s tongue occasionally brushed
over Margaery’s clit testing it.
Soon Margaery clit had calmed and Sansa again wildly sucked her off to a wild
screaming orgasm.  This time Sansa backed off but stayed by Margaery’s pussy. 
The girl pressed her face into Margaery’s pussy and rolled it around soaking it
in Margaery’s love slime.  “Your mine Margaery—all mine!” she declared
possessively.  Sansa looked at Margaery now with her face wet with beaded sweat
and Margaery’s creamy cum.
Margaery whole heartedly agreed with Sansa.  She may share later with her
cousins if Sansa was willing but not anytime soon.  She wanted the Wolf all to
herself.
It was time.
“Sansa … put you fingers in me and fuck me. Take my flower—make me yours”
Margaery told Sansa.  The girls eyes going glassy.
“Oh Margaery … are you sure?  Should we?”
“Do you love me?”
“Ohhhh yyeeesssssss!”
“Then take me and make me yours Sansa—take what is yours!” Margaery encouraged
in a heated whisper.  “I give you my flower willingly with all my heart Sansa …
take me and make me yours forever!” Margaery declared in a passionate whispered
entreaty.
She grabbed Sansa’s right hand and brought the fingers up to her mouth and
sensually slipped them into her mouth and sucked on them coating them with her
warm spit her lips sensually going up and down the long digits.
“Mmmnngggggggg!” Sansa whimpered.  She pulled her fingers out of Margaery’s hot
mouth and brought them down to Margaery’s wet slit and rubbed the first three
fingers up and down the wet trench rolling and rubbing over engorged medium
brown pussy lips.  She rolled the lips and forked them pulling them taunt and
rolling them.  She forked Margaery’s clit and squeezed in on it driving
Margaery crazy with pleasure.
Sansa rose up releasing Margaery’s clit which made the Tyrell cry out in
frustration.  “Are our sure Margaery?  You sure you want me to be the one?”
“Yeessssss! Sansa pleeeaasseeeeee I loveyou!”
Sansa moaned and sucked Margaery’s clit deep in her mouth and fiercely sucked
on the hard button.  Margaery watched fire and passion burn into Sansa’s orbs
as the wolf took her lover.  Sansa slipped two fingers into Margaery’s hot
tight quim greasy with cum.  Sansa worked her fingertips into the tight
cauldron on Margaery’s cunt.  Sansa lapped the clit sucked between her lips.
Sansa slammed her fingers forward piercing and ripping Margaery’s hymen asunder
her knuckles slamming into Margaery’s vulva and remaining motionless. 
Margaery’s head snapped back “Aaaaiieeeeeeee!” she wailed as her womanhood was
ripped and taken by her wolf.  Her body shuddered as pain seared out her pussy
but already it was fading to weak pulses as Sansa instinctively sucked on her
clit with soft loving sucks and the Stark girl began to oh so slowly pump her
fingers in and out Margaery’s no longer virgin cunt. 
Margaery’s body collapsed back to the bed as new pleasures started to flood out
her pussy as Sansa slowly pumped and worked her fingers in and out Margaery’s
tight twat.  Sansa half rolling her hand working her fingers through the tight
slimy hot gripping folds sucking on her fingers.  Sansa’s face filled with
wonder and pleasure feeling the tight folds sucking on her deep probing
fingers.
Soon Margaery was in heaven as her cunt pulsed harder sucking on the two
fingers Sansa now slammed harder in and out her tight pussy sending her to the
moon on hot rushes of ecstasy.  Sansa was pulling on her clit with her pumping
head and sucking so hard.  Her cunt felt on fire with pleasure hard pulses
gripping her belly making it contract slightly lifting her head off the pillow
as raw searing pleasure poured out her cunt. Sansa’s fingers pounding in so
deep and hard her inner folds sucking and gripping tight on the digits
pistoning in and out her drooling love box.
The pulses came harder and closer and then her cunt seemed to explode and tear
itself inside out.  “Mmmmnngghhheeiiiiiiiiii!” Margaery screamed her back
arching high off the bed her head jammed into the bed.  Her body flipped and
jackknifed violently in the throes of ecstasy.  “Ffffucckkkkkk! Sansssaaaaa I
loovvee youuuu! Ooowwwggggggg! Hhhhnmmmggggg!” Margaery cried out as pure
pleasure pulverized her with fucking bliss.
Sansa sucked Margaery’s entire upper snatch into her mouth in a wild frenzy of
wild lust.  Her fingers now slammed so hard into Margaery’s convulsing sloshing
couchie as hot gushes of cum splattered out around the pumping fingers. 
Margaery was gagging as a fierce pulsing suddenly bloomed in her womb and tore
it so hard with shocking spams of searing fucking bliss.  Margaery’s feet
planted in on the bed and jammed her angled cunt up into Sansa’s mouth as a
second orgasm exploded over the top of the first orgasm.  "Onngghhnnggiieeee!
Ohhhnngg! Unghh! Sansa . . . yessssss-ffffuucckkkkk ungghhh! Aunngghhiieee!
Onnggmmmhnniiee!" Margaery screamed, twisting and clenching under Sansa’s
hammering fingers in her now deflowered pussy.  Sansa’s mouth love sucked on
Margaery’s clit.  Margaery whimpered, whinnying, then unleashing another
cascade of shrieks.
Sansa backed off sensing Margaery was spent.  Margaery’s body now soaked in
sweat her pussy swollen and almost brown with hot pumping blood.  Her brown
labia lips all distended.  Sansa had a smug look looking up at Margaery.
Margaery was destroyed with strong aftershocks burning through her body making
her hitch and jerk as fire filled her clit and nipples with searing shocks.
Sansa scooted up and they embraced.  Sweat and cum soaked bodies melded as new
loves kissed deeply.  Margaery was in heaven.  It was that simple.  She was in
heaven.
She kissed Sansa feeling her strength quickly returning.  She was ready to
claim Sansa as hers.
She rolled a squealing Sansa onto her back and kissed her deeply before moving
down and roughly sucking on the redheads pale areolas and so pink long engorged
teats.
Margaery kissed down the flat toned belly settling between Sansa’s legs and
putting her left leg over her shoulder and pushing out Sansa’s right leg wide
opening her lover up to her hungry gaze.
Margaery moaned looking at Sansa’s swollen flower all wet with cream leaking
out her slit.  Margaery lowered her head and began to lick and suck on Sansa’s
slit and clit.  The Tyrell moved her head up and down devouring the swollen
sloppy wet pussy.
Soon she had Sansa screaming like she was being garroted her body convulsing
hard bucking wildly up into her hot sucking mouth as massive orgasm ripped
through Sansa’s strong statuesque body.
Margaery backed up her body slightly and pushed her first two fingers into her
mouth slobbering all over them.  She slicked her fingers with spit lubing them
up to take her woman’s flower.  Margaery looked up at her Sansa with hot
throbbing eyes as she slowly inserted her first two fingers into the still
spasming quim and pushed them in the distended fuck hole up to Sansa’s hymen.
Sansa felt the fingers in her pussy pressing into her hymen.  Her eyes flared
wide.  Suddenly, Sansa scooted back as Margaery looked up stunned and confused.
“What if I marry so high born Lord.  I’ll need to be a virgin for him!” Sansa
exclaimed looking fearful, turning around strangely as if she was being spied
on.
Margaery surged up to her knees on the bed in horrid shock.  “No no nonono,”
she weakly whimpered staggering out of the bed.  She felt like she might throw
up violently.  She looked desperately for her clothes on the floor, and walked
with wobbly legs over to them by the screen.
“NNNOOOOOOOOOO!” Sansa screamed and jumped out of the bed and fell to her
knees, looping her arms around Margaery’s waist and pressing her cheek into
Margaery’s flat stomach.  “Forgive me!”
Margaery kicked her legs, trying to break the iron grip.
“Let me explain!”
“Fuck you! Let me go you goddamn cunt!  My gods—I gave myself freely to you
Sansa—” Margaery nearly fainted, her world tilted for a brief moment before she
clenched her teeth in resolve. Silent tears of raw hurt ran down her cheeks,
her soul starting to crack, preparing to shatter.
Sansa was whimpering and sobbing now.  “Please, please, let me explain,” she
whimpered as Margaery tried to pry her hands off her body, “let me explain”.
“There is nothing to explain.  I’ve made a horrible mistake.  I hate you!”
Margaery hissed in fury.
Sansa
She had ruined it like she always did.  She deserved her fate.    Her arms fell
away from Margaery as life drained from her body.  Sansa sobbed brokenly.  Her
father always told her to take full accountability for one's actions.  She
started to feel faint as her breath got light and feathery.  She needed to
confess to Margaery.  She needed to tell Margaery it was all her fault.
In a dead voice “You’re right. I’m not worthy of you Margaery … I’m so, so
sorry.  All I’m really good for is breeding.  Just some heifer to crap out sons
for my Lord I will never love.” Sansa spoke brokenly, her head bent down with
her long, red hair flagged down around her face.
She did not see the Tyrell slowly stepping back, fire in her eyes along with
something else.
“I’m fucking weak. I’m stupid, weak and a dreamer.  Arya is right.”
“What does that mean?” Margaery snarled, backing away from Sansa, hurt evident
in every line of her body.
“I’m weak.  I’m pathetic. Arya never cows to our mother, she fights her every
day for her right to seek her own path.  Me—I just bow my head and say “yes
mother”, and meekly do as she says.  Ever since I can remember, all I have
heard is that as soon as possible I will be married off to some high prince. 
No matter my feelings, my desires.  That it is my destiny to be sent off to
some man I won’t love.
“Only my father has saved me so far from being auctioned off to some local
lord. My mother is so fucking gods damned anxious to marry me off it makes me
fucking sick!” Sansa let her inner turmoil and anger to finally surface.
Margaery had stopped moving.  “Why don’t you fight?  It’s your life.”
“I’m weak.  I have been groomed to be a prince’s wife and give him babies.  My
mother feels that’s all I’m really good for.  I…  I just have my looks.  I’m
not very smart, nor do I have any will.  You are meant for far better than the
likes of me Margaery.  Find a woman who is worthy of you.  It surely isn’t
me.”  Sansa bowed her head and wept brokenly.
She did not feel Margaery kneel in front of her, and then she was sobbing like
a baby when Margaery took her in her arms and comforted the distressed Stark
princess.
“You’re strong Sansa, you just have to reach inside and grasp it.”  Sansa
couldn’t stop herself from snuggling into Margaery’s firm but pliant body.
“No, don’t lie—instead of giving you myself I… I…  I don’t know, all I heard
was my mother’s voice in my head again berating me, telling me I had to be
perfect for a—some male prince or lord … I’m pathetic.”
“No Sansa.  Stop.  Look at me … look at me, damnit!” Margaery barked at her
love, who finally looked up at her with red rimmed eyes. 
“I’ve been nurtured by my grandmother to seek and follow my own path.  You
haven’t.  I can wait if you are no—” her words were cut off by a scorching
kiss.  Sansa’s tongue slid deep into her mouth, and claimed her tongue
aggressively.  Margaery melted into the fiery kiss. She really had not choice,
being so in love with Sansa.
Suddenly Margaery squealed into the mouth devouring hers as Sansa effortlessly
lifted her up off the floor pressing her body into Sansa’s tall and strong
body.  Sansa had one hand in Margaery’s hair mating their mouths tight as their
tongues dueled hotly in Margaery’s whimpering mouth.  Sansa carried Margaery
back to their bed.  Sansa placed Margaery down on the bed and looked down at
her with pure love that made the Tyrell hiccup and a tear run down her cheek. 
Sansa laid down on the bed beside her love.  She slowly pulled a pillow over
folding it and worked it underneath her head.  “I want to watch you as you take
my virginity Margaery.  I want to watch you as you claim my body, mind and soul
as all yours.”   Sansa watched Margaery move to sit up and shivered as Margaery
stroked her body hungrily.  “I’m going to take your hymen now Sansa.  You hurt
me terribly, but I love you so much I forgive you.  But you can’t ever do
anything like this again.  It will kill me.”
“I won’t Margaery.  I will be strong for you from this heartbeat forward.  I
belong only to you.   I would rather slit my wrists than let any man touch me.”
Sansa felt Margaery put her fingers on her lips “Don’t worry.  My grandmother
will fix it all for us.”
Margaery moved down the bed and she slowly spread Sansa’s legs up and out
spreading Sansa’s knees out.  This spread out Sansa’s flower to her lover.
 Sansa shivered seeing Margaery look at her cunt with fuck hunger.  “I’m going
to fuck you so good Sansa.  From now on I live my life for you—and us.”
Sansa felt her throat gulp “I live only for you Margaery.  I give my soul
completely.  Take the gift that only  a woman can give but once.  I give it
freely.”
Margaery groaned deep in her chest when Sansa maintaining hot eye contact
pulled her wet pussy open showing the red inner folds clutching and wetly
pulsing.
“I give myself to you Margaery … make me yours for now and forever.”
Margaery again laid down between Sansa’s legs and moaned pressing her mouth
into the quim still wet and swollen.  Margaery was so lost in Sansa’s wet
womanhood.  Sansa gagged in helpless pleasure feeling Margaery feast on her
sodden twat.  Margaery jetted her Sansa’s clit in and out her lips and began to
waggle her head lashing her tongue form side to side over the rigid clit in her
mouth. 
Sansa whooped and her upper body jerked and spasmed her cunt now grinding
instinctively up into the mouth devouring it with focus and pure love.  "Oh . .
. unh! Oh Margaery . . . unh! Unh! Oh gods . . . oh shit oh! Unhhhh!" Sansa
panted, squirming wildly, completely overwhelmed by Margaery’s passionate
assault on her swollen aching quim.
Sansa had started pumping her nipples pulling on her tits and roughly massaging
her flushed breasts.  For a minute Sansa ramped up her body wallowing from
shoulder to shoulder as her body rolled in rising tension and ecstasy.  Sansa
was squealing and then she was screaming and bucking her hips hard up and down.
"Unnghhaauuggnhhhhiiee!" Sansa cried out as the full shock of her orgasm hit
her. "Oh! Oh! Onngghhmmnniieeee! AAAAAWWOOGGGGGG!" Sansa screamed, her head
lifting form the pillow and slamming back and back again as she felt her cunt
tearing itself inside out.  She jammed her exploding pussy up into the mouth
devouring harder as the shocks of ecstasy tore through her body.  She jammed
her cunt harder into the Margaery’s mouth as it devoured her prolonging her gut
wrenching spasms of pure fucking bliss. 
Sansa ground her trim up into Margaery’s mouth Sansa’s pubic bone grinding her
muffin up into Margaery’s mouth driving her lover’s head back that small
fraction.  She was driven insane hearing Margaery lewdly gulp down the love
juice sloshing out her spasming pussy.
“Oh oh Margaery—I love you I love you … take my maidenhood Margaery—make me a
woman—your woman, Margaery.”
She felt Margaery hesitating.  She had her hands locked on Sansa’ hips to
control the Starks hard bucks.  Sansa half sat up on her right elbow.  She
gripped Margaery’s right hand and brought her first two fingers to her mouth
and wetly sucked on them like Margaery and done her own fingers earlier. 
Sansa trailed Margaery’s fingers down between her firm beast and down to her
stomach and then slowly wormed them into her aching cunt.  Sansa whimpered
feeling the digits brushing over her maidenhead. 
Margaery still hesitated.  Sansa groaned and with her long arms she gripped
Margaery’s right wrist and pushed the fingers harder into her hymen as it began
to stretch and Sansa’ gritted her teeth and tears sprang into her eyes. 
Margaery sucked Sansa’s clit into and suckled it her left hand massaging
Sansa’s inner thigh.  She lifted her head a moment “together baby” she bent her
head back down and sucked fiercely on Sansa’s clit with short sharp sucks.
Sansa felt her lover pull her fingers back and she gripped Margaery’s wrist
hard and together they slammed Margaery’s slender fingers forward tearing
through her hymen ripping it asunder. 
A long flash of pain filled her pussy but the sucks on her clit quickly
overrode the pain and her pussy felt alive and filled with fresh spasms of
ecstasy.
Margaery slowly pumped her first two fingers in and out the hot tight vice grip
of Sansa’s pussy as it clenched down and sucked on her pumping finger in hot
loving tight embrace.
Sansa felt pleasure pouring out her pussy.  The fingers stretching her out felt
so divine.  She felt her belly tightening.  She swirled her pussy up and
forward to take Margaery’s long fingers even deeper up her snatch.  Sansa’s
eyelids fluttering feeling her lover’s knuckles rapping her vulva harder. 
Margaery slowly pulled her long slender fingers back and then sharp thrust
forward to slam them back into Sansa’s tight couchie fully burying them up
Sansa’s pussy.
The dance slowly accelerated and built up force.  The Tyrell slowly worked up
the pace and force of her fingers fucking her sweet wolf.  Margaery was now
slamming in finger into Sansa’s cunt.  The vibrations and friction shocked
Sansa with raw pleasure.  Sansa stared down at the fingers pounding her trim as
her twat made wet obscene slurpy noises.  It felt soooo fucking good!
Gods Sansa thought her quim sounded like a sloshing pool and her pussy juice
was splattering.  Margaery had stopped sucking her clit and pulled her knees
forward to bend over her pussy.  Margaery’s left hand was rubbing over her
slicked clit in a blur. 
Margaery was looking hard into her eyes.  Margaery’s face slicked with Sansa’s
cum.
“Cum on my fingers Sansa” Margaery softly murmured barely lifting off the
sloppy wet pussy.  She looked up at Sansa with her throbbing brown eyes as she
again swallowed Sansa’s clit and hard sucked with quick sucks.  She watched her
slut writhe and caw in rising helpless pleasure as Sansa’s face filled with
almost agonizing pleasure.
“FFFFFUUUCCKKKKK!” Sansa screamed as felt her womb explode and her pussy felt
like it was tearing itself apart.  "Aaannnggghhhh oh sweet old gods ungghhh
auunngghiiieeeee!" she wailed, her body flipping up and slamming backwards into
the pillow over and over.  Sansa wildly thrust her hips up into the fingers
hard fucking her exploding twat.  "Auungghhh! Unnggghiieeeeeee!
Mmnngghhiieeeee! Nngghhiieeeee!" Sansa wailed in lost pleasure her body alive
and soul totally in love.
She fell back onto the pillow limp.  Margaery kept her finger buried in Sansa’s
twat enjoying the spams still ripping out her lover’s pussy.
Sansa was stunned her body soaked in sweat.  Her pussy felt alive.  She gasped
after a minute when she felt Margaery start to move her fingers again.
“Oh baby … I’m devastated … my pussy feels ssssoooo good baby” Sansa weakly
told her lover.
“I’m going to take you to heaven Sansa.”
Sansa gagged when Margaery sucked her clit back into her mouth and gently
rhythmically sucked on her still hard clit that went diamond hard again.
Sansa’s head lulled around feeling Margaery fingers rubbing all over her
frontal pussy channel.  She heard Margaery grunting around her clit a look of
concentration on her face.
Suddenly a shocking pulse slammed into Sansa’s body robbing her of her breath.
Margaery released Sansa’s clit a moment “Oh Baby! That’s your g-spot—so spongy!
Hold on!’  Sansa keened feeling her clit sucked back between Margaery’s lips
and her nub polished by the Tyrell’s tongue.
Sansa felt Margaery press her first two fingertip pads into a spongey hillock
on her pussy wall.  Margaery was wildly rubbing this spot and again sucking
fiercely on her clit with long harsh love sucks.
Margaery now zeroed in on Sansa’s g-spot.  Margaery adjusted the angle of her
pumping fingers to harpoon the spongy hillock and press in hard on the Stark
teenager’s g-spot. 
She looked up Sansa harshly bellowing stomach.  Her lover was writhing first
form one shoulder and then half rolling over onto her other shoulder her face
looked like she was being garroted.
Suddenly Sansa felt her cunt tear itself inside out as her body surged up into
a half sitting position as hammering blows of ecstasy ripped her womb out her
belly.
"AANNGGHIIIEEE!  OH!  UNNMMGGGHH!  AIIIEEEE!" Sansa screamed as unimaginable
pleasure exploded out her rupturing pussy with hammer blows of shocking
ecstasy.  "OOWWNNGGGHMNNIIIEEE!" Sansa wailed her body shaking violently and
snapping with almost killing spams of fucking bliss.  Her body folded forward
to almost a sitting up position as her body convulsed with spasms of fucking
bliss.  "Ohhnnnuuunnnggg ... ungghhh! Ohh! Unnmnnnggeeeeee! Oh yes! Ohnn!
Unngghmmnnieeee!" Sansa screamed in almost agonizing pleasure her body jerking
forward and back but still upright.  Her firm tits whip-lashed up and down on
her chest the sweat soaked tits slapping her chest hard in her throes of near
crippling ecstasy.  Sansa's body slammed back down onto the bed and bucked and
writhed as pleasure robbed her of conscious thought.  Her eyes rolled back into
her skull and rolled violently making her eyelids bulge sweetly for Margaery as
she absorbed Sansa’s orgasm.
Sansa was hers now.  Totally.
She backed off on her loving ministrations and brought Sansa down slowly. 
Sansa was weeping softly and murmuring “I love you I love you I just love you I
love you with all my heart Margaery.”
Margaery crawled up Sansa’s body after grabbing the covers and pulling them
over their sweat soaked bodies.
Sansa snuggled into Margaery’s body. They kissed and murmured to each other. 
Sansa rolled over in small spoon.  Margaery looped and arm and leg over her
Queen.  The Queen of her heart.
They went to sleep with Sansa holding Margaery’s hand against her heart with a
smile on her face.  Margaery soon followed kissing Sansa’s neck and shoulder.
Olenna
Olenna stared in her scrying dish.  She had rushed back to her room after
spotting the two teenagers nearly tripping each other as they hurried down the
hall to Sansa’s room.  Even from afar she could feel the sexual tension.  She
had seen the fires of lust raging hotter and hotter in Sansa’s eyes day by
day.  Others might not see it, but Olenna knew to be looking for it.  Her not
so-sweet granddaughter had been stoking the flames of want in that redhead’s
belly for five nights now.  Quite admirably too, Olenna had to grudgingly
admit.  She had seen it all through her dragon glass eye.
Olenna had poured in the elixir from the purple bottle that went with scrying
dish as soon as she returned to her sleeping quarters.  She had been spying on
Margaery with her dragon glass eyes for years now.  Olenna had feared that
Margaery was besotted with the tall red-headed Stark girl, and would not be
able to control herself despite all claims otherwise.
She had confronted Margaery this very morning.  She could not let on she had
been spying on the girl with her magical seeing eye, so she had to phrase it as
suspicions and ‘I know something is up between you two’ statements.
Margaery had confessed she was besotted with the girl, but was only having some
fun with her.  Getting her to loosen up and enjoy the pleasures of Sapphic
sex.  Margaery would not let it go far.  She wanted Sansa to see the truth of
female desires.  She had told Olenna to chill out, whatever that meant. 
Olenna had to grind her teeth in frustration.  Margaery was headstrong and
would do damn well as she pleased.  She trusted that Olenna’s love for her
would always win out.  Damn the girl and her intuition – she was right.
Olenna had received the dragon glass eyes in her youth from a male paramour. 
He had been a sweet lover, and he had given her a gift he had picked up from an
antique shop in Oldtown.  Her long past lover had told her what a salesman had
told him.  That it was from old Valyria. The salesman had explained that the
three pendants had magical abilities that allowed the master to see through
them with the scrying dish. All one had to do was pour the purple liquid into
the dish and recite Valyrian spells, and one could see and hear through the
pendants. 
They had laughed about it at the time.  She had cooed over the pretty pendants
with a large, smooth, pinkish stone in the center.  They had both doubted the
authenticity of the pendants, but they laughed about it as he boned Olenna to
hard, screaming orgasms.
Years later she had been fucking the Maester of Highgarden.  Mace was enamored
with a young daughter of a local lord. They had agreed to look the other way as
each dallied.  When her Maester had seen the dragon glass eyes he had been most
intrigued.  He told her the designs and runes were definitely of old Valyria
but all knew magic did not exist any longer.
That had peaked Olenna’s interest.  She had diligently researched the Dragon
Glass Eyes and slowly science out the old artifacts.  She read that one had to
believe for the magic to work and to sing the proper incantations to invoke and
bind the pendants to her will.  First she had sought the magical incantations
to use with the dish, and how to say the high Valyrian words.  It had taken her
two more years to learn belief.  She had been highly rewarded for her diligent
efforts.
When Margaery had taken Sansa’s hand after dinner Olenna could almost feel the
sexual tension between the two teenage girls.  When she followed them out into
the hall and saw their hurry to get to Sansa’s room she was sure of their
intent.  She had prayed to gods she knew did not exist that Margaery would
control her libido and supposed love for this girl.  She had a way to make sure
of events.
Olenna had hurried back to her private room and poured out the magical liquid
that rolled out the long neck like mercury.  The heavy metal shimmered and
poured languidly down and out of the long neck of its retaining bottle.  The
purple metal then quickly leveled itself in the shallow basin.  Olenna spoke
the spell she had learned in High Valyrian.  The liquid shimmered, and Olenna
watched the world as seen by the gem from in the scyring bowl.
The pendant was still around Margaery’s neck.  It was dark and stayed that way
for half a minute before light was again available.  Sounds were muffled.  Soon
Olenna was able to piece out that Margaery was in the green houses of
Winterfell and she was snoging passionately with Sansa.  The sounds of the
sixteen year olds panting and moaning came to Olenna’s ears as the vision went
dark again as they kissed passionately, their bodies pressed tight against each
other.
Damn Margaery’s eyes, Olenna groused.  She was working up Sansa so the girl
could never stop any of Margaery’s nefarious designs on that sweet, nubile
teenage body.  While she whined, a part of the matriarch admired how Margaery
plucked the Stark’s strings to achieve her goals.  Olenna fumed though, when
she was sure what that goal would be.  Her granddaughter was just a little too
audacious!
Soon the girls were hurriedly walking down the corridors of Winterfell back to
Sansa’s room, which they had been sharing since Margaery’s arrival.  The girl
had so easily maneuvered their parents to achieve her aims. Olenna admired how
deftly her granddaughter had maneuvered both sets of parents into having her
share Sansa’s quarters.  Of course both sets of parents were completely
oblivious to all the signs of sexual attraction and raging hormones.  Their
whole bodies and persona screamed deep passionate love and sexual hunger for
each other.  Olenna shook her head, wondering how straight people often could
not read the signs of their children’s true sexual nature.  Arya practically
screamed out she was gay and her mother did not have a clue.  Olenna could tell
that Eddard, the crafty wolf, had finally put the pieces together and was
working his way through to acceptance.
Gods she admired that man!
Olenna had been assured by Margaery for the last two years she would hold onto
her virtue.  It was a valuable asset that could achieve much in their Game of
Thrones.  Margaery had assured her she would never give away her precious
virtue until it was the “proper” time.  Olenna had had her fears, knowing her
granddaughter’s strong, defiant personality.  This was one of the qualities
that made Margaery so adept at the Game of Thrones.
Still, Olenna had thought she and Margaery were on the same page.  They had not
been.  The proper time, to Margaery, was obviously now.  She had seen Margaery
was besotted with Sansa from the moment they met, but she had hoped that
Margaery would hold onto a sense of propriety. 
Margaery had put her pendant around the dummy bust that held Sansa’s own
pendants, facing into the room.  It was the natural way to arrange a pendant on
the bust.  Olenna had counted on this each night, the pendant giving her access
to the two girl’s private time.
She had seen Margaery each night take Sansa further and further down the road
of sexual awakening.  Olenna had been hemmed in by her own craftiness.  She
could not confront Margaery with her knowledge.  To do so would reveal her
source of this privy knowledge.  She would never risk her granddaughter’s trust
and love.
With her pendant perfectly positioned, Olenna had seen the entire sexual
escapade.  She had seen the deflowering of both girls. The looks on their faces
as orgasms ripped such pure pleasure from their pussies was quite powerful,
Olenna had to admit.
She had been angered first at Margaery and her lack of control.  Her
granddaughter had lost a precious bargaining chip.  Olenna calmed her anger,
thinking of the many times she parted her legs for lovers back in her youth
long before she was married off.  Gods she had cummed so hard.  Olenna had to
admire that Margaery was giving away her virtue for love where Olenna had given
it simply because she was randy and wanted to experience the full joys of sex
with a man.
Olenna also admired Margaery’s selection in a mate.  Sansa was beautiful, smart
and a fiery potential.  Sansa just needed more confidence, and she knew
Margaery would take care of that problem.  Olenna started to make the
calculations she always did when new parameters were introduced.  Margaery
would lead to the full flowering of Sansa’s abilities.  In time they would
become a powerful force.  A force she would nurture, and in time use.
Olenna enjoyed watching the lovemaking.  She had been almost flabbergasted when
she discovered her granddaughter and her cousins were having incestuous lesbian
sex.  A lot of lesbian sex.  She had then given Margaery a gift of one of her
precious dragon eyes.  What she had seen and heard had been very educational. 
She had known of lesbian sex of course, and such relationships, but it was all
knowledge that was intellectual and felt far away.
This was up close and personal.  She had come to see what her progenies saw in
it.  Love and the joy of sex really should be allowed to express itself no
matter the pairings of the lovers.  She began to wonder what she had missed out
on.  Olenna loved sex, and being a voyeur was almost as good in her late autumn
years.
Her enjoyment had come to screeching halt when Sansa faltered.  Had Sansa lost
her mind!  OWCH!  That was harsh!  Olenna had almost gotten up to run down to
Sansa’s suite to thrash her ass and get Margaery out of there.  Fortunately,
she had hesitated.  The Stark girl’s confession of feeling so inferior touched
her heart, and grabbed her granddaughter’s heart as well.  Olenna almost
couldn’t understand how the girl could feel so trite and inconsequential. 
Olenna and Margaery were filled to overflowing with confidence and feeling of
self-worth.
Olenna looked forward to Margaery bringing out the inner wolf in Sansa Stark. 
Catelyn Stark should be ashamed of herself!
Olenna had to change her whole calculus now.  She knew she would have to
betroth her granddaughter to Joffrey the shit in four months.  Margaery had
been distraught until Olenna told her how she had already planned out his
poising on their wedding day.  Margaery was most happy to play her part in his
poisoning and death, after she recovered from her grandmother’s jib at her
expense.  She told her grandmother the realm would be a much better place
without the “little shit”.
Olenna planned on then marrying Margaery to sweet, amenable Tommen.  They would
be able to mold him into a good ruler, and allow Margaery and her cousins the
ability to marry the right lords and keep them all still together so they could
carry on their illicit, incestuous lesbian affairs.
Now she would mold Tommen into accepting Sansa as his concubine.  That is what
the world would think.  She would in reality be Margaery’s true love.  Not the
best solution, Olenna knew, but it was the only one she could envision at the
moment.  Hopefully, a better option would show itself in the future.
Olenna again wondered why a whole generation of Highgarden seemed to be gay or
bisexual.  Margaery was forcing the issue with her innate desires for the
female body. 
Olenna sighed.  She loved her granddaughter and it was obvious that she had all
the skills and temperament that her son Mace lacked.  He was a dullard when it
came to the Game of Thrones.  Margaery would grow to be her equal. 
She looked into her dish and observed her granddaughter all entwined and
asleep, snuggling into Sansa’s body and clutching it possessively.  It was
obvious they were both deeply in love with each other.
Olenna allowed herself to grouse one more time crying to herself: why oh why
couldn’t you keep you legs shut and keep your virginity.  Women had a big
advantage when it came to sex, and keeping one’s virginity if they chose.  Damn
you Margaery for choosing not to!  You knew I would bend and support your
passion for the Stark girl.
Margaery counted on my love for her, and that my desire to pass on my mantel to
her would control my ire and rancor.  Olenna smiled slightly.  Margaery is
already quite skilled at the Game of Thrones, Olenna she had to admit.  She had
Olenna changing her plans for the future, and for Margaery already.
Life had definitely gotten more complicated for House Tyrell, but Olenna
already felt her blood pulsing in her veins.  Their deflowering was a new
challenge that had to be met.  Olenna loved challenges.
Olenna sat back, contemplating the new set of facts.  Sansa was in many ways a
perfect match for Margaery.  Together, once Margaery had Sansa up to speed,
they would be a formidable pair to deal with.
Olenna steeple her fingers together.  She contemplated the future of Westeros
and how that would affect both House Highgarden and Margaery.
A violent storm was approaching from the East.  Daenerys Targaryen had arisen
from the desert and had become a most terrible force.  She was already mighty,
and only growing stronger.  She had shattered all the rim of Slaver’s Bay and
deep inland.  Dothraki Khalasars had been shattered by the woman as well.
She was definitely coming west.  She wanted to reclaim her throne. None would
be able to stop her - alliances would have to be made.
Olenna thought about how she could bend the woman, or at least mollify her to
best put forward the aims of her House. 
Fortunately, for Margaery and her brood’s innate inclinations, the Queen seemed
to have their same tastes and orientation though she was seemingly trying to
suppress or at least hide her true nature for now. The woman was definitely
ambitious, and was showing she would do what she needed to do to take and rule
her kingdom.
Yes, this Daenerys Targaryen was going to be a most formidable force.  Olenna
was already looking forward to the challenges this wild card would cause in the
fortunes of Westeros.
 
Arya
Arya looked up into the night sky at the half moon shining bright.  The morning
star was just to the left of the lower point of the moon, an alignment of
celestial bodies that was a portent of love. Arya was definitely falling in
love with the exploits of the dragon queen.  Arya tilted her face up, letting
the ghostly light of the moon caress her skin. 
How she longed that it was Daenerys Targaryen caressing her face instead, with
her long, slender fingertips.  The woman must be so tall and powerful to do all
things that Arya heard about.  The woman was smashing City State after City
State.  She had conquered Khalasars.  The Targaryen was an unstoppable force,
moving like lightning across the sky.  The Dragon Queen was a large rolling
thunderhead with one clear destination:
Westeros.
Her dreamy Queen was coming to her.  She could almost see her violet eyes
staring out across the Dothraki grass sea, or from atop some pyramid of
Meereen.  The tall woman’s hair would be flowing out behind her in the strong
breeze, the wind brushing her body. 
I wish it was my hands touching that lovely body, Arya thought.  Her cheeks
reddened with thoughts of her tongue caressing that same dragon-blooded body,
especially certain areas of it.
While warged into Nymeria, she had spied on several of the cooks and maids
finding small spaces in behind alcoves or in the haylofts making sweet girl-
girl love.  The women were so engrossed they never saw the wolf from on high,
or peeking inside a partially closed door.
Arya had spent time in her wolf watching and learning. She had masturbated all
night long after seeing such hot sex.  Arya knew basically how to make love to
a woman now, just not the finer specifics. 
How she longed to learn from the Dragon Queen.
Arya squirmed, squeezing her thighs together and enjoying the friction.  She
took a deep breath.  There would be plenty of time later for that pleasurable
pastime.  She looked out from her perch on the east curtain wall of Winterfell
and out over the small field, and into the forest beyond.  The tall pines,
spruce and elm trees that stood shoulder to shoulder like brothers of some long
lost family of titans.  These brothers blocking small humans from the mysteries
that still roamed in those depths of the forest they guarded.  Arya heard a
long, mournful howl.  From the courtyard she heard Nymeria’s powerful answer.
Arya envied the freedom of the wolf pack to roam where it would.  Eddard had
put out an edict to stop active hunting of wolves.  He would compensate for any
lost lambs during the lambing season.  How Arya wished she, too, had the
freedom to seek out the destiny she desired.
She felt trapped by circumstance.  She was warrior born, but trapped in a body
that society would not acknowledge had the right to seek out the path of the
warrior.  Arya hoped her sweet Dragon Queen would come to Westeros and change
this. 
Daenerys Targaryen was the total woman.  She was smoking hot, smart, a warrior
born and so, so, tall.  Arya dreamed of taking that mighty warrior and making
her writhe beneath Arya’s fingers and tongue. Arya shivered at just the
thought.
She knew the Dragon Queen would love her.  She just had to!
Nymeria came strolling down the battlement with her strong, confident lope. 
Arya looked back out over the embrasure at the dark forest that seemed almost
magical in the dim light.  Off in the far distance she heard more wolves
howling their plaintive cries.
Arya looked into her direwolf’s eyes on level with hers.  Nymeria had her ears
cocked, twisting locating the sound.  Now more howls answered the first from
the Southeast.  They sounded mournful, like two separated lovers that longed
for each other and knew that though they may hear their mate, they would never
be reunited.
Nymeria woofed and butted her head into Arya ribs.  The action broke her out of
her melancholy thoughts.  Arya stroked her wolf’s ears and looked into
Nymeria’s intelligent, dark golden eyes.
The wolf flopped down onto her back, and looked up at Arya expectantly. 
Nymeria woofed again, expressing her displeasure at a lack of belly rubbing.
Arya chortled, bending down and aggressively scratched her pleasure hound’s
belly with her fingertips. The wolf wiggled on the stone, her legs running in
the air and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. 
After some satisfying scratches, Arya sat down beside her direwolf.
The times were changing.  Arya ruminated in the difference she had seen in her
older sister since the Tyrells had arrived.  Yes indeed, Sansa was acting
different.  Before the arrival of the Roses of Highgarden, Sansa had been her
usual self, prattling on about Loras this and Loras that.  He was so handsome
and so strong.  She was so sickening in her swooning over the young knight.  He
was tall, strong, and handsome for sure, but for the life of her Arya could not
see why Sansa swooned over that man.
Arya started scratching behind Nymeria’s ears.
But no longer. The last few days, Sansa had not mentioned Loras at all.  In
fact, she spent all her time with his sister Margaery. She was almost as
sickening with Margaery - gods how could the two act any more like girlie
girls. They were always together, laughing and hugging each other.   They for
some reason found the need to touch each other constantly to make their points.
  They would stare into each other’s eyes as they talked, totally ignoring the
rest of the world. 
Arya wanted to put a finger in her throat and gag.  She had been talking to
them yesterday and they did not even hear her as the stared into each other’s
eyes.  What was wrong with them?
She had plucked Sansa in the ear for that.  The next thing she knew she was
running down the hall, fearing for her life with a furious Margaery Tyrell
lifting up her dress to chase after her.  She had run to her room and slammed
the door shut as an angry Tyrell yelled at her to come out and face her like a
girl.
Yeah right.
Arya listened to Margaery pounding on her door and kicking it.  Arya’s eyes
were still a little wide thinking about it - how had she run so fast holding up
her dress with both hands?
She had waited five minutes, hearing nothing.  She wanted Nymeria with her, so
she opened the door and immediately a hissing, storming Margaery Tyrell was
slashing at her with her clawed hands and trying to grab her hair.  Wild-eyed,
Arya desperately fended her off.
Suddenly, Sansa was there trying to pull Margaery back, distracting the
hellcat.  Nymeria came loping into Arya’s room, bunting Margaery casually
aside.  Arya closed the door, but first paused to give Margaery the universal
sign of fuck off.
More pounding on her door ensued, but the thick timbers did not even quiver in
protest.
Tired, Arya left her stargazing and went to her room. She climbed onto her bed
and sat back against her headboard.  Nymeria woofed and jumped up to join her
mistress, putting her head in Arya’s lap and rumbling when her master scratched
her muzzle and along her head up to her twitching ears.  The wolf became
sleepy, immersed in supreme pleasure.
Arya pondered the riddle of Sansa and Margaery.  The girls spent alltheir time
together.  Margaery even slept in Sansa’s bed.  Arya could just image them
giggling and gossiping about whatever small stupid, simpleton prince they had
eyes for this day or that.  They were probably practicing their stitching for
the wedding bridals.  Geez.  What else could they be doing all night long
anyways?
Annoyed, Arya finished with thinking of her sister.  The little wild wolf
closed her eyes and started to ponder which fantasy she would choose tonight. 
Who would save whom?  … Yes.
Tonight it will be her sword that saves the day.
Arya wiggled down, preparing herself, and then opened the mummer’s play behind
her eyelids.
Daenerys Targaryen was fighting a large band of brutish mountain clan ruffians
from the Howler clan.  Their dead were littered around the high mountain
glade.  In some places the dead were literally heaped one upon the other, their
limbs intertwined in a grotesque dance macabre from their death throes, and
their bodies covered in mangy coats of animal fur, rusted chain mail and
mismatched plate armor that was ill fitting.
Daenerys’ sword slashed men’s arms off, disemboweled with intestines spewing
onto the ground unraveling like a child’s twisted string.  Heads were chopped
clean off, or cleaved into parts at all different angles.
But the numbers were too great.  She was tiring.  Arya ran into the glade from
the fringe of forest fir and spruce.
Like a Direwolf in righteous anger she dove into the fray.  Her right hand held
a shorter broadsword, her right hand wielded Needle. 
Her swords blocked and parried the initial blows.  The blades then lashed and
slashed out, delivering death on both sides.  Her arms whirled her blades in a
blur of crippling blows and killing strokes that struck down their foes.
They came back to back, and Arya fought wildly defending her Queen.  No longer
exposed from an attack from the rear, Arya and the Queen quickly dispatched the
vile brigands.
Suddenly, the dead were gone and the field filled with warm, bright sunshine
and a wild profusion of wild flowers in a riot of blue, red, yellow, purple and
orange.  Arya stared into the violet orbs of the tall Targaryen.  They were on
the apex of a knoll in the middle of the glade. 
The Queen stepped down several steps so their heads were now on the same
level.  Steel grey met violet eyes, and the Queen smiled.  Arya felt her heart
flutter, and a shy smile graced her lips.  Daenerys gently cupped the younger
warrior’s cheeks and brought their lips together.  They kissed sweetly to begin
with, but soon the hot ardor of pulsing passion took over, and the Queen
demanded entrance to Arya’s mouth which was immediately given.
Arya cried out into the mouth devouring hers. Tongues wetly entwined and
slithered together.  Clothes seemed to magically disappear.  Now naked bodies
pressed tightly as the Queen took her new lover to the bed of flowers and
lowered herself between Arya’s legs.
Soon Arya’s cries of ecstasy filled the summer glade.
Nymeria looked up at her master with her chin down on her neck her eyelids
jerking with her dreams.  Her body twitched, and the smell of her arousal
filled Nymeria’s nostrils. 
Her master was dreaming of white haired woman again.  Nymeria laid back down
soon joining her master in sleep as she too dreamed of a mate and the sweet
coupling they would partake of.  She would stay with her master for half the
moon passing in the sky before she ran out to the pack to run wild.
***** Meeting of Bastards *****
                                  Chapter 20
                              Meeting of Bastards
         Daenerys / Varys / Daenerys / Gendry / Mya / Edric / Daenerys
Daenerys
“Nooooooooooo!” Daenerys screamed.  She awoke with ghastly visions of Meereen
in her mind, her body soaked in sweat and the sheets twisted and half kicked
off the bed. 
She wiped her hand across her face to stop the sweat running down her
forehead.  She took several deep breaths to start getting her breathing under
control as she shook.
She remembered receiving news of the crucified children on the coastal road
been Meereen and Yunkai.  She had been utterly shocked.  She was stunned that
Meereen would have such cruel arrogance.  She never considered such violence on
the innocent.
She had been enraged.  She mounted Drogon and soared over the roadway.  Twenty
miles out she came upon the first child.  She was dead, her right hand nailed
to point to Meeren.  It was a warning.  The crows had already pecked her eyes
out, and her body was turning dark and starting to bloat.
She flew down the ancient highway as tears of rage and grief tore at her
heart.  Each child she came upon opened the tear further.  They wereall dead,
each had their right arm nailed to the mile markers pointing down the road that
ran towards the city.
The mutilated condition of the bodies was a flail on her flesh.  She screamed
her impotent rage atop Drogon.  She vowed she would have her revenge.  She flew
up to Meereen, where they were waiting for her.  She had been so enraged she
had been tempted to press in right then, but the scorpion barrages begged
caution.
She saw them on the walls laughing in scorn and confidence.
With their thick, high walls they had felt safe.  They had been fools.  She was
Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons.
Near the hour of midnight she had arisen from their sewers like some ghoul from
dark legend.  Trash and human waste covered her body and matted her hair.  She
brought her Unsullied up to the city and led the rebellion from within as her
forces outside the walls and in the harbor engaged the defenses of Meereen.
She had led her forces and ever-growing slaves that joined them covered in the
filth of the city.  She did not remove any of it. The city was foul, and she
wanted its stench on her body to urge her on.
She had righteous retribution to dispense.  There would be justice for those
sweet, innocent children killed like mangy dogs on the coastal road.
Meereen had fallen by noon the next day.
With her informants from the Freedom Slave Underground and freed slaves she
quickly found the most prominent leaders.  It had not been hard; most had no
fear of her. She quickly rounded up the men and women leaders and their
immediate family.
The children younger than sixteen were led off.
Daenerys, still covered in filth, watched the Great Masters as they were
brought into the large court.  Zeknahr mo Zharazn of House Ghazeen presented
himself as spokesperson of the Great Masters, the heads of Meereen's slaving
families.  When Daenerys came up to him, he spit in her face.
He started to speak down to the small usurper but Daenerys’ fist ripped up and
smashed into his teeth, shattering them as he choked and spit out shards of
broken teeth and blood.
She pronounced their fate.  She had taken down one hundred and sixty-three
children from the crosses down the coastal road.  She told the staring nobles
that she knew Ghiscari culture revered the number five as a lucky number.
In ‘honor’ of their culture, Daenerys would herself have one hundred and sixty-
three times their lucky number of five crucified for what they’d done to those
children. 
The nobles were gathered and Daenerys led them out to the fields where holes
had already been dug in circles.  She ordered the Noble men of Meereen to
crucify first their own accountably-aged sons and daughters, and then their
wives to the crossbeams and post.
Most had balked at first, till she took the whip to them.  Then men were
sobbing and begging as she got her Blood Riders and captains of her mercenary
companies to grip their sure hands over the weak Master men’s hands and hammer
the nails home.
Some men fought however ineffectually, and she shattered their hands herself
with a heavy mallet.  Their screams and the screams of their heirs and women on
the cross only fueled her anger.  The screams of the slave children did not
stop theirexecutioners. 
These ‘nobles’ were pigs ordering their crimes to be committed from afar. She
got up and personal with their execution.  She had the ‘honor’ of wielding the
instruments of death herself.  She drove in many of the nails into the Masters
by her own hand.  Their screams meant nothing to her then. She was the mouth
that ordered their death and it would be her hands performing their execution. 
She owed them that much.  To be their executioner. 
She pulled the sheets around herself.  She had been so enraged seeing those
poor innocents killed so heinously with their arms outstretched toward Meereen.
She had taken no joy in the Masters’ executions, but did not turn aside.  For
her it had been retribution plain and simple.  They had killed the innocent and
had paid the price.  Unlike the Masters of Meereen she took the sin of their
upon herself.
Now she wondered about the zeal with which she had dispensed justice.  She now
knew that several of the houses had been somewhat liberal and maybe she could
have worked with them.  Wasted opportunities.
It was the wives’ wails and the screams of the sons and daughters that truly
haunted her now.  She had been so lost in her raging anger.
You can’t paint a whole canvass with one brush stroke.  It took many.  Many of
those women were no doubt married off to their own ‘masters’ like she had been
to Drogo.  They may have been corrupt to one degree or another, but just how
guilty had they been?  Weren’t at least some of them innocent?
If Khal Drogo had been overthrown when she had first been bartered off to him
should she have been killed?  Had she not been innocent at the time?  Some of
the women had to have still been pure enough not to deserve their fate.
And then there were their children.  They still had the potential to take a
different path; many were still young enough. She had robbed them of that.  She
took away all their possibilities of tomorrow.  The way some looked at her when
she watched impassively as she forced their fathers’ hands to crucify them. 
She was theirmonster.
She had walked between the posts, asking the ‘powerful Masters’ if they still
felt powerful?  Had the Masters of Meereen asked themselves about the lives of
the slaves they killed?  They had thought they were gods, didn’t they?  Now she
had become their God!   She did this over the three days it took for the last
to die in humiliation and agony.
She could still see each of their faces.  She watched them die slowly and they
became etched into her memory forever.  She had not expected that.  She had
thought she would put them behind her. She instead found she carried them with
her.  They came to her at night to torment her with her cruelty and malice. 
She found herself reliving their deaths over and over again.
She would awake drenched in sweat with their screams ringing in her ears. 
She wondered if she would have the right to feel victimized if her enemies were
to crucify her now.
Daenerys shook herself.  Her body was cooling.  She was sure her meeting with
the bastards of Robert Baratheon scheduled for today had triggered those
particular nightmares. 
Daenerys sighed.  She had no one to hold her and soothe her soul’s torment when
she awoke from her terrors.  No one to love and comfort her.  She looked around
forlornly.
Varys
The table was covered with twenty dossiers, which was amazing in itself.  Varys
looked over a report titled ‘Jorlyn’.  She had been hard tease out.  She was
thirteen summers with the jet black hair and deep blue eyes of Robert
Baratheon.  The daughter of a seamstress.  She was a beauty he supposed, though
such things did not interest him.
He looked over a few of the other dossiers again even though he had them all
memorized.  All of Robert’s issue had survived.  That was also surprising - no
illness had taken any of them.  Varys chuckled with the old phrase he had heard
once: “the seed is strong”.  Robert’s seed was superlative.
All of his children were dark of hair and blue of eyes.  They were all
strapping youths, strong and tall of body. And something else he had seen in
the reports - all of the children comported themselves with restraint and a
sense of control.
Somehow their mother’s traits seemed to ascendant with their personalities. 
Robert had shown very little of that. 
Varys wondered about that.  It was like after Robert won the throne he didn’t
know what to do next.  Of course, marrying that harridan could not have helped
matters. 
The woman thought she was a master of the Game of Thrones.  That made the
master of whispers chuckle.  She kept saying she should have been born a man
and allowed to take up the sword.
That was exactly what the queen had ended up doing.  His spiders reported that
Cersei was toiling mightily and suffering greatly.  He kept waiting to read the
report where she finally gave up and stopped her foolish efforts.  It had not
come yet.  She would somehow roll over from flat on her back and lever herself
back up and resume the near-torturous exercise the master of Dorne’s Military
Academy, Myrion Dwellen, kept subjecting Cersei Lannister to.
In fact he read how the Master in the beginning had overstressed the woman and
given her a near fatal case of heat stroke.  Cersei had survived.  It seemed
the bitch was tougher than all himself included gave her credit for.  Of
interest to Varys was the report that Obara had cared for the Lannister
tenderly.  Cersei was near comatose and did not know of the way Obara treated
her with reverence.  Varys knew this must have enraged her father Oberyn.  The
thought of his daughter falling in love with the Lannister would be
intolerable.  Cersei was simply unlovable.
Tyrion must be pissed.  He had lost many gold dragons betting against his
sister in the ongoing pool as to when his sister would stop.  He was befuddled
that she kept going forward.  Truth be told, so was Varys.
Also, according to whispers the oldest Sand Snake of Oberyn had taken an even
keener interest in Cersei.  It seemed that Obara had boned with Cersei during
her moment of crisis.  Maybe Cersei’s grit and determination was an aphrodisiac
to the martial daughter of Oberyn.  Obara was actively training with the
Cersei.  Rumors were flying around Sunspear and the Military Academy that Obara
had her eye on the fallen Lannister. Everyone saw it.  Why?  Cersei was still a
beauty to be sure, but a failure.  What could that strong, proud woman see in
the fallen pretender?
Poor Oberyn.  The shame and humiliation his eldest was bringing him.  He would
always hate Cersei.
Varys brought his mind back to the matter at hand. 
He had put a lot of the crown’s limited resources in tracking down all of the
former’s king’s bastard children, and he had finally found them all. The Queen
had been most pressing on him locating them.  They ranged in age from twenty to
only a little over a year old.
He did not count the children of Cersei.  Anyone with eyes could see that they
were the result of incestuous coupling between brother and sister.  He
personally didn’t care. Didn’t seem to bother the Targaryens any.  Of course
the constant inbreeding did tease out a certain insanity that ran in the
family.  He had seen that Rhaegar did not have the taint.  Neither did Daenerys
Targaryen.  She was fiery and sometimes too passionate, but her reasoning was
clear and sound.
If anyone else had else had asked him to find all these children he would be
sure that they were about to be executed.  A problem being removed before it
could even develop. 
But this was Daenerys Targaryen.  He was absolutely sure the children would be
safe.  He just didn’t know whatshe had planned, and that upset him.  His
spiders were everywhere in the Red Keep and Daenerys knew it.  She and that
damn imp would put their heads together and barely whisper. 
He was the master of whispers and they were using his very own weapon against
him.  He finally had to accept he would not find out until the Queen met with
the twenty bastards of Robert Baratheon within the hour.
He wondered what their life would be like after the meeting.
Most had a decent enough life.  Some were seamstresses, one was an animal
handler, Edric had it good at Dragonstone, another was a smith.  Two girls were
working as high end prostitutes for Chataya of the Summer Islands and extremely
happy.
Varys sipped his Earl Grey.  If only Robert had put as much effort into being
king as he did fathering bastards maybe his legacy in the history books would
be quite different than what would be written.  A drunken lout that spent the
crown into insolvency, abused his wife and fathered bastards like they were
golden eggs.
Varys couldn’t wait for the meeting.
Daenerys
Daenerys had taken a hot bath, the water scalding to wash her skin and hair
vigorously.  She needed to feel clean after her nightmares.  She remembered how
she would put her dragon eggs in the embers of a fire and handle them
afterwards.  That was when she first began to suspect her true destiny.
She combed out her hair.  It was soon shiny and silky.  She liked to do her own
ablutions in the morning and dressing herself for her morning session of
sparring with her mentors.  She was always pushing herself to improve.  She had
conquered her kingdoms but she could never know what future challenges would
unexpectedly arise.
Or perhaps the vexing Eddard Stark would force her to march north and put down
whatever the hell he was doing.  She had not called her banners yet.  The time
it would take to marshal her forces, train and fit out would take months and
she was loathe to do it.
She resisted the calls from her Small Council to go on a war footing.  She
would be forced to march north.
Today she had an important meeting so she called in her attendants. She sat
patiently as they weaved her Dothraki bells into her snow white hair, the
silver bells blending in perfectly with her long tresses and creating perfect
highlights.  She had forty-seven bells now.  She was proud of every single one.
When she met with Barristan and Syrio, she was especially aggressive with her
mentors.  She charged in recklessly with her practice sword, fighting like a
demon possessed.  Her blade was a blur that was matched by the former Captain
of the Kingsguard and Water Dancer.  She pressed her attack.  They never gave
her quarter.  She had red marks on her arms and her left ribs ached from a
sharp blow from Barristan.
She had done well.  She almost pushed through Syrio’s defenses and had knocked
Barristan to the ground when she kicked him in the knee and then punched him in
the temple.  He had backhanded her across the cheek in return, but she felt it
was worth it.  He had come up with a spinning pivot and brushed back her attack
but she had put him on his ass.
After the sparring session Barristan came up to her and casually. “And?” he
asked.
Daenerys had simply said: “Coastal Road.”
Barristan had shook his head and smiled sadly.  He knew the cause and effect of
that phrase.
Whenever Daenerys came at her mentors like a crazed, rabid hyena they knew she
had had a nightmare.
She had sat through her Small Council and the reports and updates had been
routine.  Eddard had kindly decided to not do anything to piss off for the day.
She had read the dossiers on the children of Robert Baratheon.  She had been
impressed.  The young adults were all tall and comely, and all had stood out in
whatever field of endeavor they had chosen as their profession. 
The teenagers and children were all mild mannered, though proud and fierce in
their play and focused on learning the various trades their mothers had setup
for their offspring.
She read about how Mya Stone had her eye on a certain young night.  He had lost
interest in the base born woman.  She had been hurt but quickly acted like she
didn’t care and took other lovers. 
Daenerys hated how the children of nobles born outside of marriage were
punished and not the father.  She had admired how Eddard Stark had taken in his
bastard and raised him as a Stark in all but name.  She had fumed that it was
his wife that refused to allow the boy to grow up a Stark.
She felt sorry for Mya and all the other nineteen children.  Their father could
not keep his fucking dick in his trousers and didn’t have the common sense the
gods gave a mule. Couldn’t he see that none of Cersei’s children were his? 
They did not have his face or build.  Robert had seen many of his offspring: 
all black of hair and deep blue of eyes. 
Fucking idiot.
She had her hair touched up after the Small Council meeting as she wanted to
impress the children of Robert Baratheon.  She wanted to look her fierce, regal
best for what she had planned.
Gendry
Gendry was nervous as he waited in the large room.  He had arrived second
behind a fifteen year old boy, who was apprenticing to be a scribe.  He only
got more and more nervous as more and more young adults, teenagers, children
and babes entered in the room, along with their mothers in the case of the
youngest.
He had guessed his lineage but it didn’t matter.  He only wanted to be a great
smith.  He was near to taking his master’s exam and he knew he would pass it. 
He had taken up the war hammer to work off excess energy and improve the
symmetry of his muscles - he didn’t want the stereotypical overly large
dominant arm from working the hammer on metal.
He was getting quite good, he had to admit, his master having hired a man to
help Gendry train with the hammer to help him develop his skills.  His master
knew of his ability and wanted a happy apprentice, hoping that Gendry would
continue to work for him until he was ready to move on or, hopefully, maybe
take over his smithy. 
Gendry kept looking around thinking of one word:  fratricide.  He began to
sweat.  He had heard stories of what happened the night the Targaryen dynasty
came to an end. The children of Rheagar Targaryen had not survived the night. 
If the mad king’s children had not been smuggled out of the city unbeknownst,
they too would have been killed.
Now one of them had returned.  He could only hope she was not about to commit
the same crime against him and his own obvious half-brothers and sisters that
had been attempted on her.
New rulers so often wanted to remove any possible obstruction to their rule. 
This room full of Baratheon bastards had trouble written all over their
proverbial foreheads.
Still, he had some hope.  Everything he had seen from the new Queen had been
positive.  His father had been a drunken fool that only seemed to live to eat,
drink and fuck. 
He looked around the room to see confirmation of that last fact.  He saw a
mirror of his features written on the faces of the other gathered men and
women.
All that Gendry really wanted out of life was to be a great smith.  He knew he
was well on the way to achieving his dream.  He had recently cast his own
warhammer that fit his hand and his build perfectly.  He had worked ornate
edges on the lower sides of the warhead and made it a two-handed weapon just
like his father had used in his rebellion.
He had no desire to spark a rebellion.  Just the thought had him looking around
nervously.  He just liked the length of the hammer in his large hands.  He
stood almost as tall as his exiled father.  He still had a hard time
understanding the Queen’s restraint.  He was the deposed ruler and they were
alwayskilled.
His attitude vacillated between the extremes of ‘I am going to die within the
hour’ to the almost confident feeling that everything would be okay.
He really just wanted to get back to his forge and hammers.
He watched the other bastards surreptitiously.  Some were calm, cool and
collected while others were clearly about to piss themselves.  He only hoped he
didn’t look like the latter.
Across the room he spied a very pretty woman about his age, or maybe a little
older.  She was tall at over her six feet in height with broad shoulders, lean
of build with small breasts.  Her body was muscular in her riding leathers.  He
continued glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.  He couldn’t help but
admire her beauty.
Suddenly, all were silent as the Queen entered the room.  She wore breeches and
a tunic tucked in with a sword belt on but without blade or scabbard.  He
noticed the daggers strapped to her thighs. She called out, demanding their
attention.
She then told them that she had sought all the children of Robert Baratheon. 
Gendry could here the gasps of some of the teenagers in the room.  Clearly some
were shocked to hear of who they actually were.
The Queen then told them that she had no ill-will towards any of them.  She
said: “I will not punish any for the sins of their parents.”  She paused. “And
still, the bringing of life into this world can never be a sin.”
The white hard petite woman then gently took a black-haired baby from its
mother and rocked the sleeping infant.
The Queen then told them that as of today their last name was Baratheon if they
chose.  If they wanted to keep their current names, that would be fine too. She
told them she had had slave guards that still used their slave names.  The
reasons were their own, and she fully supported their choices.
She told them that she would provide ample support to the younger children and
their mothers.  All were free that lived outside of King’s Landing to move into
the city.  Their mothers would be provided work at very decent wages and their
children would be royally educated.
All were invited to further or begin their schooling.  She wanted them all to
be literate and to have all the options open due their noble birth.
The grown children were going to be offered jobs. She then talked to them
individually.  He was told that he would sit for his Smithy Master Guild Hammer
and Tong.  She was going to make his smithy another royal affiliated forge
since she had heard nothing but positives about their work.
He had accidently heard that the Stone girl was offered a job in the royal
stables.  He heard the girl brazenly ask for a yew longbow as well.  The queen
had smiled and granted her request.  The girl was cheeky, and the Queen
benevolent.
He heard so many whispers about this Queen, some more violent than others. He
had heard how she had crushed whole city states and fought and defeated
Khalasars.  She had killed their Khals and then taken their bells.
Gendry’s mouth fell open as he realized it was true.  Those bells were on full
display, chiming in her hair.
He looked at his Queen in wonder.  She had conquered kingdoms and was now
taking in all of the bastards of her predecessor. 
The whispers of her benevolence were alive in the room.  His fear disappeared.
 
Mya
Mya had not been disappointed in her Queen.
She had been accosted by an emissary for the Queen three months ago.  The man
had come to her and asked that she come to King’s Landing to meet the new
Queen.  She wished to talk about things the man would not divulge.
She asked the man point blank if this was request or a demand.
She had been surprised that it was in fact a request.  The Queen would only
reach out once.  She was free to choose her destiny.  She could live her life
as she saw fit. 
She had demanded to know what the Queen wanted from her.
“Nothing.” was the reply. 
“Then why are you here?”
“To give you a new destiny if you so desire Mya Stone, or should I say Mya
Baratheon.  The choice is yours.  I will be leaving in two days.  You can come
with me, or live your life here.”
She had chosen to go with the emissary.  She would always be a bastard in the
Vale, looked down upon, or she could take a chance and find out what the Queen
wanted with her.
She was duly impressed.  She was now considered nobility, but she could still
work at what she was good at. 
The Queen wanted to raise the younger children up to be designees in her
government.  She would need leaders to help govern in Westerosi fiefdoms and in
her service in Essos. 
She told Mya her way with animals was well known.  Mya had told her she loved
archery and cheekily asked for a yew bow expecting to be put down for being
impertinent.
Instead she was told she was going to get a yew bow tomorrow.  She was fist
pumping inside.
She watched the smith boy, Gendry, gawking at her and trying so hard to not be
seen doing it. It was endearing, and she found him very, very attractive.
As far as she was concerned he was nothing to her.  If she wanted him, she
didn’t care if he was her half-brother.
She watched the Queen pick up a Baratheon baby and coo to it.  Then a six year
old came up to her and simply stared up at her with wide, open eyes.  The girl
followed her around like a star-stuck puppy.
The Queen bent down and talked to the girl, ruffling her hair.  Then the girl
ran back to her mother, who was a whore.  She would be one no more.  The Queen
had asked the woman if she had a hobby.  The woman had said she liked making
jewelry.  She could be apprenticed as of the next day if she chose.  The woman
chose.
Mya saw the sad look on the Queen’s face as the girl climbed up on her mother
and her mother hugged and cooed to the girl as the girl talked excitedly about
the Queen.
“Why so sad, my Queen?”
“She reminds me of my daughter.”
“Daughter?  I am surprised.  I thought, er—well, that you were childless.”
“I am … now.”
“What happened? … Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.”
“No it’s alright. She died over five years ago.”
For some reason it was important for Mya to know more.  “May I ask what
happened to your daughter? … I can see you truly miss her.”
“She was stabbed through the heart right before my own heart was pierced by the
same sword.” the Queen answered and slowly moved off.
Mya stood there, her mouth agape.  The Queen went to a window and stared out of
it for a while, her thoughts obviously on her long ago lost daughter.
Mya now understood some of the rage that permeated the stories of her conquest
of Essos.  Gods, to have your child killed before your eyes. My own heart was
pierced by the same sword.Mya stared at the Queen.  What was this woman?
Edric
The room was filled with excitement due to what the Queen had told them all. 
She had moved around the room to talk to each of the older children one by one,
his kin.  She had seemed genuinely interested in each one of them.
The Queen had talked to a girl who was a prostitute at a high end brothel that
catered only to women of noble birth and women married to powerful merchants or
guildsmen.  For some reason the Queen seemed quite interested in the girl’s
descriptions of both the brothel and its clientele.  The Queen had made sure to
make the young woman feel comfortable and respected.
She asked the girl if she wanted to continue her profession or come into her
service and train for service to the kingdom.  The girl had respectfully
declined, saying she was being groomed to run the brothel when her lover, the
owner, retired.  The queen had smiled and wished her well.  She told the girl,
Dyanna, she would put out word in her forming court of women in need of her
services. The girl had beamed.
Then the Queen was before him. The Queen knew his name and about his life at
Storm’s End.  She knew of his affection for Cortnay Penrose, Renly's
castellan.  They made small talk and then the Queen asked Edric if he wanted to
come with Cortnay to King’s Landing.
She had learned of his studious ways and how he had mastered High Valyrian. 
She needed this skill set.  She required an ambassador to speak for her in the
Free Cities.  The further southeast you went, the more Valyrian was spoken and
she needed someone who could speak both the Common Tongue and High Valyrian
interchangeably.
She asked him if he happened to know anyone who could fill this need.  He had
nearly shouted ‘yes!’ in his enthusiasm. 
The Queen chuckled. He would begin his diplomatic training the next day, and
she would send for Cortnay Penrose.  They would travel to Essos together when
Edric was ready.
Edric was stunned.  He had been an afterthought to his own father.  He had
heard the rumors of how his father laughed at the thank you notes he sent for
gifts his father had never got for him himself.
This woman had just met him and was already showing him more respect and honor
than his own blood.  He had finally met true nobility
Daenerys
The warm sunlight felt good on her face.  Daenerys kept her back to the crowd
in the room as she suppressed her body’s tremors.  Tears ran silently down her
cheeks.
She had not thought of Kiserri for a while now.  The little girl was taller
than her precious angel had been, but her black hair and innocent ways reminded
her of her little Blood Rider.  Her heart ached to again hold her precious
adopted child. 
She could see as if it were happening all over again, the pain and terror in
her daughter’s eyes as the sword ran through her body.  The blood that poured
out her mouth as she tried to scream.
The Queen quickly cried herself out. She had learned how to do that over the
years when sad memories flooded into her present.
She sniffled and stopped her tears.  She surreptitiously pulled a tissue she
always kept for this purpose, and dabbed her eyes and cheeks dry.
Daenerys breathed deep like Syrio taught her and calmed herself.  She turned
around, ready to meet her Queenly duties.
She returned to the audience chamber, talking genteelly to the various
Baratheons in the room.  They would never again be called bastards. Those days
were no more for these children. 
She was angered at the very concept of punishing the children for the sins of
their father and sometimes mother.  This was something else she planned to
change about her homeland and Essos.  Royalty would acknowledge and raise their
children as their own.  If you brought a child into the world then you by the
gods were going to raise it as your own with honor and love.
She would make it very clear that they would deal with her if they failed in
this.  This was one battle she could pick and win. There would be no more
Stones, Snows, Waters or Sands.
After the royals were moved to recognize their progeny then she would work to
make all men recognize and raise their offspring whether fathered in or out of
marriage.
Daenerys looked around the room. The meeting had gone well, and she had
achieved all that she set out to do.  She had given the unrecognized children
of Robert Baratheon the future they deserved.
She had enjoyed seeing the reactions of the young adults; they were old enough
to understand what this day meant to them. With the younger children it had
been a pleasure to see the women who were raising their bastard children alone
to suddenly understand that never again would they be openly scorned for their
‘indiscretion’ of the past again.  Their children now had a future.  They had a
future.  All had leapt at the chance to have a better life for themselves and
their children.
Daenerys made it clear her largesse was for the whole family.  They would not
be coddled, but supported to better their stations in life.
Her emotions in check, she resumed playing with the younger children.  She
remembered the good times with Kiserri.
She was pleased and honored when Gendry, Mya and Edric came up to her and bent
the knee in unison and pledge their allegiance to her.
Yes indeed, she had acted wisely.  Today had been a good day.
***** The Targaryen Way *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: Intense graphic F/F/F/F sex
                                  Chapter 21
                               The Targaryen Way
                                 4 months ago
                 Cersei / Myrcella / Cersei / Obara /Myrcella
Cersei
Cersei was leaning over the rail vomiting yet again as the horizon seemed to
roll at obscene angles.  Her stomach was hurting and her throat was burning. 
The retching contractions began anew. 
She felt her hair being cupped and brought from around her face, pulled behind
her ear and laid on her back.  She felt a hand rubbing her back as she began
vomiting again. Then several more times she retched up nothing.  She was
exhausted.
Once empty, her stomach calmed slightly.  She tiredly lifted her head to see
who had shown her a kindness.
Her face registered her shock at Oberyn standing beside her with a neutral look
on his face.  “Cersei,” he said simply.
“Come to revel in my misery? …damn how do you sail on these violent seas?! …
the waves are huge!” she finished weakly, leaning back against the rail, her
head slightly spinning.
Oberyn looked out over the rail at the two-foot waves with a chuckle.  “Cersei,
I fear to tell you that these waves are actually quite calm, really.” He pulled
a corked bottle out of his pant’s pocket.  He pulled the cork out and handed it
to the Lannister. “Drink this, Cersei.”
Cersei sniffed the bottle suspiciously.  Was it poison?  “What is this?”
“It’s ginger … it will help with the sea sickness.” Oberyn answered.
The worn out woman looked at him suspiciously and smelled the bottle again.
“Why would you help me?  I ama cunt, you know.”
Oberyn sighed.  “That you have been Cersei … that you have been. But you are to
be a warrior now.  Drink.” He walked off at ease on the rolling deck.
Most strange. Cersei thought.  She drank the concoction.  To her surprise, she
started to feel better.
She turned to look out at the waves.  The horizon was no longer rolling.  She
looked back up the deck, and observed Oberyn up at the wheelhouse.  He looked
back at her for a moment before going below decks.
Myrcella
Myrcella and Arianne were leaned back against the headboard of their bed.  They
were covered in half dried sweat and cum.  Their hair darkened and matted with
their sweat.  They were side by side on the bed.  Their hips and sides touching
heads pressed back into the wood.
Their inside legs were thrown over the other’s leg their outside legs spread
out.  Their pussies opened up. Both women were masturbating with expert skill. 
They watched each other as they jilled off.  At times tilting heads over to
kiss with heated fuck hunger.  Their tongues like serpents writhing around each
other.  Their twined tongues snaking form mouth to mouth writhing and twisting
in slippery wet love.
Their faces slashed with wanton pleasure.  Their fingers worked their pussies
with expert skills.  Fingers that pumped deep in sodden pussies or rolled and
squeezed engorged clits.  They smiled at each other and looked down to watch
their wife masturbate for her. 
Myrcella was slamming two upturned fingers hard up her cunt that was making wet
sloshing sounds.  Arianne had buried two fingers up her cunt.  Her hand was
also upturned but jammed in deep.  Her last two fingers jerking up spastically
as she woman rubbed her frontal cunt wall and then her g-spot with the first
two fingers of her right hand. 
“Aauggggggg!” Arianne cried out in an uprush of ecstasy.  Her fingertips were
jacking into and over the spongy hillock.  Arianne looked over at her pride
wife.  Myrcella was staring with glassy eyes at the twins.
Arianne turned her head and watched the twins perpendicular on the bed in a hot
sweaty sixty-nine.  They had their bodies pulled tight with hands gripping hips
or ass cheeks.
Loreza was on the bottom her neck up off the bed and voraciously eating her
sister out.  Her head pumping up to spear tongue in deep up her sister’s twat. 
Loreza slurped and moaned dining on sweet pussy.
Dorea on top had sucked in her twin’s entire upper cunt deep into her mouth. 
Dorea was pulling her head back stretching out her sister’s cunt out an inch as
she stretched Loreza’s soaked vulva.  The slimy wet cunt meat clearly seen by
their wives as they masturbated. 
Dorea wiggled her head like the lioness she was stretching and pulling on the
cunt meat in her mouth.  Dorea’s head went down and up with her love suck on
Loreza’s sloppy wet trim.  She groaned gutturally loving having her wife’s quim
and clit deep in her mouth where her tongue lashed the sweet cunt meat.
Loreza’s head jammed back into the bed and tilted back her face showing a
shocking ecstasy.  Her throat pulled taunt.  " Auugnoownngg! Auugnoownngg!
Ohhhhhh Dorea I lovveeee youuuuuuu! . . .  Ohhnnn . . . ungghhh! Ohh!
Unnmnnnggeeeeee! Oh yes! Ohnn! Unngghmmnnieeee!" the lithesome body jerked into
the body pressing her down.  Their sweaty bodies glued together.
Arianne and Myrcella smiled at each other seeing their wives fuck so
exuberantly.  They were then kissing as they continued masturbating.  They were
all in such love with each other!
They broke their kiss and Arianne began so shudder.  Myrcella looked down and
Arianne had her fingers buried deep in her cunt rubbing her g-spot
desperately.  Suddenly, Arianne’s body folded over and down her heavy tits
swaying underneath her folded body.  Wild spasms ripped through her beautiful
voluptuous body.
"Mmmnnngggguuunnnngg!  Oh!  Aiinggh!  Mnnggguummnngg!  Aiiyyeee!" Arianne
screamed as her cunt tried to tear itself inside out.  Her body rising up and
then jamming down as convulsions of ecstasy ripped through her body.  Arianne
folded over her body jerking wildly making her heavy tits flip and roll so hot
and dirty underneath her folded body.  Her body convulsed hard her face slashed
the agonizing pleasure.  Her tits rippled and jiggled as her udders shook with
her bodies convulsions.  Her face looked like she was being tortured with
ecstasy.  “Fffffuuccccckkkkk Unngghhiieeeeee! Uunngggnniieeeeeee!” Myrcella’s
wife wailed as her body toppled over to the side.  Arianne’s body still
convulsed with her dying orgasm.  Her body had folded up to a half fetal
position as killing aftershocks rocked her voluptuous body her feet kicking and
her ankles slamming into each other as her top leg jerked up and slammed down
again and again as killing ecstasy still tore through the Martell’s body.
Myrcella looked back at the twins now.  Dorea had gotten out of their sixty-
nine position and had mounted her twin wife.  She had their cunts locked tight
and pulled Loreza’s right leg up and had put it on her sweaty torso.  Dorea had
her wife’s ankle on her shoulder.
Dorea held on for dear life using Loreza’s leg as an anchor as she jacked her
cunt back and forth over her sister’s cunt.  She was jamming and sweeping her
swollen pussy over Loreza’s swollen distended cunt.  Dorea’s whimpers
desperate.
Dorea pushed Loreza leg out with her hands gripping Loreza’s ankle.  Spittle
spraying out her clenched teeth.  Then Dorea’s head snapped back as violent
convulsions ripped through her body.  "AIINNNGGHHHIIEEEE! AAWWOOGGGGGGGG!"
Dorea shrieked like a murder victim.  It was a such a blood-curdling shriek
that Myrcella was sure their body guards would crash through their door. 
"Ummnngggiiieee! Gggggoooddsss dammmmnnnnn! Uunnnggghhiieeeeee!" Dorea howled
again, but not as loud this time.
She slowly slumped forward her body pressed into her sister’s sweat soaked
body.  They wiggled around to get their faces together and they kissed in
languid love.
Now Myrcella’s orgasm erupted.  Her body was flipping forward and slamming back
into the headboard again and again.  The bed shook violently with her lithesome
body crashing into the wood hard.  Her screams echoing off the walls.
Finally, her orgasm was waning and Arianne enfolded her in her arms and pulled
her down so they were lying down on the bed with Myrcella on top.  The feel of
her wife’s tits mashed into her small doves and their sweaty bellies mated in
tendrils of sweat and cum with those tiny filaments so colorful in the light. 
Their mouths sought and found each other and mated tight.  Their tongues
wrapped around its mate and danced in pure love.
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Myrcella walked down to the docks surrounded by her wives.  Arianne was in a
beautiful dress that allowed her tits to nearly fall out while hugging her
hips, showing off her hour glass figure.  Her sand snakes were in tight
leathers with open vests displaying their cleavage. 
They were the envy of all.
She smiled, loving all the hungry eyes that fell on them. They had all heard
the whispers.  So many wanted access to her wives and their shared bed.  But
they were not of her pride - they were of no consequence.
She was mentally reviewing the reports she’d received back from King’s
Landing.  Her and Arianne’s reports had apparently blown the Queen away.  She
walked with her head held high. Arianne was beaming, and her hips swaying
saucily.
The sand snakes had been pensive, and they had to fuck them hard over and over
to mollify their doubts.  Myrcella told them their time would come.  Power
attracted danger in the Game of Thrones.  A feral look came over the twins
faces then; they looked forward to finding a home for their spears and swords.
Myrcella had seen her mother getting off of the ship when it arrived from
King’s Landing.  She had looked wobbly, trying to get her land legs.  She did
not feel anything really for the woman.  She really had been a bad mother, but
was still very happy that Daenerys had spared her life.
She and her sand snakes had been keeping an eye on her surreptitiously.  They
watched Cersei Lannister exercise and run constantly as Myrion Dwellen seemed
to work her mercilessly.  They watched Cersei topple over to lie on her back,
spent.  Cersei’s mouth was vitriolic as she spewed insults and barbs up at the
man leaning over her patiently.
 It was Loreza that spoke appreciation for the fact that eventually, Cersei
would painfully roll over to all fours and then push herself up on shaky legs
while still hurling insults and resume her training.
Over the weeks they had observed her getting stronger and stronger.  The woman
was now able to run the laps demanded. She would end every run gasping as
Myrion continued increasing the limits.  Calisthenics and lifting heavy rocks
were just part of the daily regiment.
Slowly, Cersei’s body was hardening and sleek muscles were starting to appear.
They also noticed that Obara Sand had started to appear on the training
ground.  She would stand back and merely observe.  When asked by her sisters
why she was there, she merely stated that she found the woman fascinating.  To
begin warrior training so late in life was rare.
The twins had never seen Obara take such a long-term interest in a woman
before. She had always been a woman who had sex for pleasure; a queen of the
one night stand.  She fucked her women and moved on to the next conquest.
This fascination with Cersei Lannister was most unusual.
Obara told her youngest sisters that she was impressed with the woman’s
determination and amused by her acid tongue.
Today Myrcella would finally confront her mother.  She knew it was not going to
be a good meeting. 
As her pride walked to the training ground they were joined by Obara.  When
they reached the training grounds, they found Cersei doing pushups.
Myrcella watched her mother doing pushup after pushup as she advanced on the
heavily sweating woman.
Cersei
Cersei was seething as she finished her third set of two hundred and fifty
setups and one hundred pushups.  She was sweating like a fucking pig.  She wore
a thin top and short leggings.  She was soaked in sweat and aloe for her
continuous sunburn.  She had trouble sleeping for the first three months with
her burned skin.  She had never been out in the sun until she came to his
hellhole with its burning sun.  She was given aloe at night to take the heat
out of her skin.
She had been given rice bran to put on her skin to act as a sunscreen to mute
the sun striking her skin.  She had used a wide brim hat and veils at first but
she sensed the other cadets thought her weak for it.  Cersei hated weakness. 
More so in herself than anyone else.  She slowly peeled back the veils and then
removed her hat as her skin finally adjusted.  She was happy that at last her
fair skin was calming down.
She looked up, then stood and sneered. Finally.  She knew her sweet, sweet
daughter would eventually show up to grind her nose in it.  She would have done
it if the situation was reversed.
She saw her loving daughter and her ‘pride’ approaching, along with an added
sand snake, Obara.  It was unnerving having the woman watch her working out -
slaving away at her toils.  The warrior’s face was impassive.
Cersei guessed the woman was in her early thirties.  Her body was toned and
muscled but she still had a woman’s figure.  Her full C cup breasts were still
high and firm.  The thin training outfits she wore displayed the woman’s
nipples, often erect from the workouts.  Cersei found herself staring at the
sand snake when she was using her spear at a speed that was almost
unimaginable.  Her skill with the bull whip was also impressive.
She often heard the younger women training on the campus talking about how
skilled she was in bed, and how they were so infatuated with the eldest sand
snake.  The woman evidently made her women scream the night away in ecstasy. 
Cersei groused internally.  Had anyone ever truly made her scream in the pure
joy of sex?  Jamie had, but that seemed like another lifetime ago.  All of her
other lovers had left her feeling old and used.
They stood before her, offering no salutations of love or respect.  They were
at an impasse with no one speaking.  They stood staring at each other for
several minutes.
Finally, Cersei could not take it anymore. 
“Come to watch me toil, dear daughter?  Why now?  Why the sour look on your
face, issue of my body?” Cersei spat at her daughter and her disgusting wives.
“Nice to see you too, mother.  Still an asshole I see.  Do you ever have
anything nice to say to anyone other than uncle Jamie? Actually no… not even
him anymore, since he left you for Brienne of Tarth.  Best decision he ever
made.” Myrcella replied, with her own spiteful looking face.
Cersei grimaced at the low blow.  She really didn’t need all this.  She had
more runs and exercises to complete or Myrion would be deriding her with his
silent stern look that said ‘I am disappointed in you Cersei’.  That would
always fire her up, and she’d attack her next task with a vengeance. 
She was going to shove it down everyone’s throats someday.  “What do you want
Myrcella? As you can see I have much to do and little time to do it.”  Cersei
looked at the other women.  “Whom do you love the least, Myrcella?”  She looked
around at the women one by one.  “Two skinny sluts and one fat one.” Cersei
probed for weakness. She found it in Arianne’s wince of self-doubt.
“Let me guess, it must be the fat one with big ugly cow udders.” She spoke
matter-of-factly.  She smirked hearing Arianne gasp and her face started to
become distraught.  Yes! Cersei thought to herself.
She watched Myrcella turn around to see her wife’s distress. Her daughter
whipped around with a murderous look on her face.  Her hand seemed to fly out
at her.
SLAP!
Cersei’s head jerked over from her daughter’s vicious slap across her cheek.
Myrcella began to scream. “Don’t you ever, ever insult one of my wives
again?!”  Her emerald eyes were on fire, and spittle sprayed out her mouth.
“Arianne is one of the most beautiful women to ever walk the face of this
Earth.  Do you understand that?  Only Loreza and Dorea match her beauty!”  The
sand snakes were fuming beside Arianne as they softly stroked the woman.  Their
eyes promised vile retribution. 
“You are a mean spirited little shit!” daughter yelled at mother.
Myrcella then pulled Arianne hard into her body and kissed her hard.  Their
chuffing and working cheeks showed their tongues entwined and wrestling wetly
deep in Arianne’s mouth.  Cersei was disgusted seeing their mouths part as her
daughter kissed her lover hard and deep.  Their wet tongues entangled and
wrestling in raging love before their mouths mated tight again. 
Arianne stopped sobbing and started to mewl into Myrcella’s devouring mouth. 
Their bodies melded as the long kiss continued. 
The voluptuous woman’s body stood straighter.  Finally, the kiss was broken.
The woman was clearly revived and when her dark eyes locked with Cersei’s, it
was the lioness that looked away.  She had felt a strange tingle in her stomach
by the end of the kiss.  And that damn Obara was just staring at her with those
calm eyes.
“You are a fucking cunt mother!” Myrcella spat at her mother.
“So I have been told sweet daughter.  I don’t deny it anymore” Cersei replied.
She forced herself to bite her tongue.  “I apologize for my unseemly remarks.
Arianne, I apologize.”
They all seemed to calm down.
“An apology does not erase all the cruel things you have done, Mother.”
“I know.”
Myrcella was now nonplussed.  This was not how she expected her mother to act. 
She never admitted fault.  What was wrong with her?  She looked at her mother
closely and saw the fire and spite radiating out of her. Yes.  This was her
mother.
“Don’t you ever insult one of my wives again. Do I make myself clear?”
“I understand Myrcella.  I cannot promise … I am a cunt … but I will try to do
better.” 
That seemed to mollify Myrcella a little.  She stared at her mother and a sly
smile crossed her face.  “I want you know, mother, that I am a trusted
confidante of the new beautiful queen.  She values my reports highly.  She is
grooming me for greatness.”
Cersei gritted her teeth.
“You always said you wanted to be great. I am being great … you were a failure,
mother.  You were a failure as a Queen and as a mother both” her insolent child
said.  Cersei ground her teeth harder.
Her new found restraint seemed to throw her daughter off.  She stared at Cersei
for a few long moments. She and her pride started to move off but she stopped. 
“I have to ask mother.  Is ... is Jamie my … was he my f-”
“The answer is yes, Myrcella.” Cersei replied softly.  Her daughter deserved
the truth.  It didn’t matter now anyways.
Her daughter hiccupped and turned around.  Myrcella’s pride held Arianna’s body
close to their pressing bodies and cooed to her disgustingly.  They moved off,
but Obara remained behind.
Wonderful. Cersei thought.
Obara
The sand snake looked at Cersei.  They both held their ground.  Finally, Cersei
broke the silence yet again.
“Yes?” Cersei asked with a sneer.
“Myrion Dwellen asked me relay a message to you.” Obara told her calmly. She
watched the Lannister’s eyes flare.
“And?” Cersei asked with bated breath, her strong body leaning forward.
“Tomorrow you begin your training.  He has a special program set up for you.”
“Yeessss!” Cersei crowed.  “Finally, weapons training!”  Obara watched the
woman dance around.  She had no idea what the Master had planned for Cersei,
but her instincts told her it was something special.  She kept her smirk
hidden.  No need to ruin the woman’s moment of hard-earned joy.
Obara knew she was in trouble when her belly clenched and she felt her heart
hammer a little harder seeing the Lannister so happy.  It almost made the
taciturn sand snake smile.
“Ialso have a message for you, Cersei Lannister.” Obara told the former queen
softly.
She watched the woman stop her happy dance.  She immediately eyed the woman
warily.  “I apologized for my words with your nieces and their pride.” Cersei
shifted to the balls of her feet, prepared for trouble. 
Good, thought Obara. She is instinctively picking up on the warrior way. 
Around Cersei every day the lioness watched warriors and their students
training on the expansive yards of the training academy.
Obara kept quiet.  She saw the pressure building in the fiery Lannister.
Finally:  “What is it Obara? What Earth shaking announcement do you have to
make?  What is it with all these cryptic announcements in Dorne anyway?!” the
Lannister spat.
“I have chosen.” Obara stated simply.
Cersei looked at her, and then around the field.  She looked back at Obara with
a confused look “Chosen what?” she asked.
“You.” Obara told her future wife.  “I have waited a long time to find a mate
worthy of me.  You are that woman, Cersei.”
Cersei did not register the statement for a few moments, and then suddenly her
eyes flared wide open and she backed up.
“Helllllll no!” she yelled at the sand snake.  “Why in the seven hells would I
allow that?  You are fucking nuts!” the woman shrieked at her.
“Nevertheless. You will be my wife.  I have chosen … in the end you will come
to me.” With that, Obara turned and walked off leaving an angry and confused
lioness in her wake.
Obara just knew it.  This woman was her mate.  Her fire and passion was being
tempered into a most impressive weapon.  She saw it day by day.  She could
afford to wait for a while before she claimed what was hers. 
Cersei would be a weapon in the field of battle and her slut in their marriage
bed.  She was going to make that woman scream and forget all her pervious
lovers.  Obara was confident in herself.
Her sisters had regaled her with so many stories of Myrcella’s passion in bed. 
They were intoxicated with her intelligence and ability to pay the Games of
Thrones.
Those games did not interest her.  She wanted a warrior with passion and fire
in her soul.  A woman who would compliment her cool demeanor with a fiery one. 
A woman who would be her equal.  Yes, she had chosen wisely. 
Making sure no one was near Obara started whistling a happy tune.
Myrcella
That night Myrcella was on her back in their bed.  Dorea was humping down on
her mouth as she sat on Myrcella’s face.  The sand snake swirling her wet cunt
down on her wife’s mouth.  The sand snake was cawing and chuffing feeling
Myrcella’s long tongue buried deep up her snatch and wiggling around in her wet
inner folds driving her insane.
Myrcella looked up Dorea’s lithesome torso and watched her wife’s tits jerk and
flip on her quaking chest.  Myrcella smiled into the quim she was devouring
seeing Dorea’s face slashed with ecstasy. 
She watched Loreza come into view behind Dorea.  Loreza pressed her body into
Dorea’s body leaning into her twin.  Her hands came around Dorea’s slender body
and cupped and roughly massaged Dorea’s little peach tits.  Myrcella watched
Loreza start nibbling and sucking on her sister’s throat and ear.
The extra affection had the sand snake jamming down harder onto Myrcella’s hot
gobbling mouth.  Myrcella was in heaven with Arianne between her legs licking
up and down her slit.  She would pause in her lapping to tongue lash and slap
Myrcella’s clit with rapid flicks of her strong tongue. 
Myrcella gagged into the drenched couchie she was devouring sucking in a
mouthful of sweet cunt meat now and gobbling on it deep in her mouth as her
tongue writhed all over the slimy cunt meat.
As she fucked, Myrcella’s mind drifted back to earlier today.  While her
meeting with her mother had been volatile it could have gone much worse.  Her
mother was her acid tongue and mean spirited self but it had been definitely
muted.  She had actually apologized and that was a first!
Her face slashed as Arianne sucked Myrcella’s clit deep into her mouth and
sucked with cheek hollowing deep throat love sucks.
Yes her mother was different … a mollification … maybe there was hope ….
“Auuggggffffff!”  cried out into Dorea’s cunt in ecstasy.
She was shining in court with her reports to the Queen.  She and Arianne worked
hard on every report and missive they sent to the Queen.  Loreza and Dorea were
out and about listening and reporting back everything they heard.  Everyone
underestimated their intelligence thinking them only brute warriors.  They
spoke freely around the supposedly dim women.  That was their downfall. 
Oh gods Myrcella cried out in her mind.  Arianne had wormed her middle finger
up her anus and was pumping it in and out so hard and deep as she short sucked
her wife’s clit between her sensual lips.
Myrcella felt Dorea work her fingers underneath her head and jam her face up
even harder into her down grinding cunt.
Yes Myrcella thought.  She was shining … she only needed something big to truly
bring her to the forefront of the Queens provincial advisors … something that
she could take to Dany and show her loyalty and worth.  She was sure it would
happen.  She just had to be ready for it when it happened.
Like she was ready now.  Myrcella sucked Dorea’s clit deep into her mouth and
jetted it in and out through her sensual lips.  Yes!  Her wife’s screams filled
the room.  Dorea’s cunt ground down on her mouth as Myrcella gulped wildly
swallowing as much of the hot cum gushing out of Dorea’s womb that she could. 
Her mouth flooded and the overflow ran down her cheeks and throat.
Myrcella loved feeling Dorea’s fingers clawing into her scalp and jacking
Myrcella’s head up hard into her exploding cunt.  Dorea’s screams pure music to
Myrcella’s ears.
Then it was Myrcella screaming wildly.  Her wails swallowed by the cunt she was
gobbling.  The pussy that continued to jam down onto her mouth.  Dorea’s body
convulsed so hard as her head snapped forward and back her face torn apart with
ecstasy.
Myrcella own body felt like it was flying apart with heavenly contractions in
her stomach and womb throttling her with sweet ecstatic pleasure as her body
convulsed and bucked jamming her cunt up into Arianne’s hot sucking mouth.  Her
wife whimpered as she swallowed Myrcella’s hot gushes of sweet cum.  Arianne
felt her wife’s anus pinching down on her finger wildly that she had jammed up
deep into her lioness’s ass.
Myrcella thought for the millionth time that with her pride there was no
holding her back as she continued screaming in Dorea’s rupturing cunt.
 
***** Parade of Roses *****
                                  Chapter 22
                                Parade of Roses
                 Daenerys / Tyrion / Olenna / Varys / Daenerys
Daenerys
Daenerys rolled her shoulders, finished with her habitual morning bout with her
Blood Riders. As always, she had been up an hour before sunrise, and quickly
dressed in her training tunic and breeches.  She opened her door and picked up
the tray of fruit and lightly toasted bread that was waiting for her. She
always ate her early meal with a glass of goat’s milk and a glass of fruit
juice - today it was peach.
Her meal was delicious - almost as delicious as Pamdazna Irra had been in her
bed last night, Daenerys thought as she wolfed down her breakfast.  Fucking all
night took a lot of energy, the Queen thought wickedly.  She felt so much
better now that she was again partaking of the female body.
Once again, she mulled over her situation as she pinched her nose in
frustration.  She still felt trapped by tradition.  She wantedto have a Queen
on her arm, but she knew that the conservative Westerosi would not accept it no
matter what Tyrion may think.  Daenerys had finally given in to her body’s
needs and compromised by having trysts with women who she would not consider as
potential queens.
She had felt nervous energy building within her as she waited by the fireplace,
until she finally saw the figure of Varys’ sparrow pushing up the cleverly
hidden doorway at the corner of the large hearth.  The tiny youth came up,
escorting a vision of loveliness.  The woman of this particular evening had
been clad in only a thin, see-through nightgown, her full breasts and shaved
cunt on clear display.
Daenerys had gotten instantly soaking wet.  She fell on the former pleasure
slave like a dragon in heat.
Later in the night another sparrow took the same beautiful, totally fucked out
woman away on wobbly legs. 
Gods Daenerys had loved Pamdazra cumming so hard in her mouth.  Pamdazra’s cum
had been so, so sweet as she slurped it down. She drank from that fountain many
times.  The feel of her lover’s pussy contracting and gripping hard on her
deep, thrusting fingers had been so heavenly.   
The former pleasure slave from Yunkai had been so beautiful with her light
brown hair and dark brown eyes.  Daenerys had kissed her deeply and then
feathered kisses all over her beautiful face.   Then Daenerys had sensually
licked the tear drop tattoos adorning her cheeks.  Her lips remained pressed to
them as she fingerfucked the woman to a loud, screaming, convulsing orgasm. 
The former slave had wept at the tenderness Daenerys showed her as Dany went
down on her after that and sucked her off to yet another screaming orgasm, the
Queen insatiable in her hunger.
Daenerys had found it intoxicating to stare down at the former slave’s sweat
and cum covered stomach and dark, swollen pussy that she would again lower her
mouth to and devour as cum soaked her face.  Then after Daenerys had made the
former slave cum so hard and long, Daenerys had the woman simply devour her own
cunt afterwards.  Pamdazra had whimpered and moaned while eating Daenerys out
and sending her Queen to the stars with womb ripping orgasms. 
Daenerys fondly remembered when they had scissor fucked and were up on their
elbows to watch each other chuff and slam their groins into each other’s
drooling cunts. Pamdazra’s full tits were whiplashing and swirling on her chest
from the impact of surging and grinding bodies.  The two women ground their
swollen twats hard into each other.  The women surged their snatches into the
others with hard spastic heaving humps.  Dany’s own little doves whipped up and
down on her chest with sharp flips as well, contributing to her raw, guttural
pleasure.  They had humped to wailing orgasms of mutual bliss.
Once she’d caught her breath, the former slave had disentangled their legs and
fell upon Daenerys, again burying her face in the Queens shaved-smooth sloppy
wet couchie.  The freed pleasure slave, sucked in the Valyrian’s labia lips and
then her clit deep into her mouth.   Pamdazra worked her magical oral skills on
her Queen with her fluttering, batting tongue.  Daenerys’ screams had echoed
back and forth off of the tapestry covered walls.  Her upper body surged up off
the mattress and slammed back again and again as her cunt exploded in shocking
womb rending ecstasy.
The Queen’s full body contractions nearly tore her apart.  Her body stiffened
and her toes curled painfully as her thighs wildly spasm.  Her elbows slammed
the bed hard and fast in helpless pleasure.  She reveled in each hammer pulse
of her orgasms.  She was scalded with almost agonizing ecstasy as the former
slave kept her orgasms rolling one after the other.
She had felt like she did after the blood ritual with the ur-viles.  As if she
could conquer the world.
Daenerys shook her head and pulled herself back to reality. She had a small
council meeting to prepare for.
She was extremely satisfied with how her government and kingdom was coming
together as of late.  All was well except for her vexing Eddard Stark problem. 
It was like a thorn in her paw - not in and of itself dangerous, but a constant
irritant that made her testy and kept her acid tongue alive and well at times.
She hoped that today would not be one of those days. 
She had her Klatch of Confidents meeting many nights now as her closest
advisors and more importantly friends planned the realms response to ‘The
Eddard problem’ as she called it.  She had her scouts finishing their initial
mapping out of where she planned to land her forces in the North.  Her using
troop ships would save time and the troop’s strength.  This time of year the
seas should be calm and allow for rapid sailing up and down the coast of
Westeros.
She had one dragon or the other as they flew around the North to fly out to sea
to look for bad weather that the Queen would see and plan accordingly.  She was
preparing her realm for whatever actions she must take to keep her realm as
one. 
Daenerys looked in the mirror and liked what she saw.
Daenerys was never shy about her body. She had a hand maiden come and help her
strip out of her workout clothes, and then help Daenerys take a sponge bath and
make sure her hair had no dirt or grime in it.  She did not have time to wash
her hair before the Small Council meeting.  The woman was as a straight as they
came, and Daenerys did not feel any attraction to her, despite the intimacy of
the task.
Daenerys longed to have a wife to perform such duties and let nature take its
course, and the hot scorching sex such intimate acts would lead to.
After her attendant had helped clean her body Daenerys sent her off.  The Queen
preferred to dress herself as she had since her days with Drogo’s Khalasar. 
True, her harem usually helped but that first lead to exhausting sex with
Daenerys eating out so many hot juicy pussies!  The Queen felt in an impish
mode.  She opened the door nude and let in her two closest advisors came into
her room to give her first debrief of the morning.
Tyrion’s bulging eyes had been worth it.  He had devoured her body with his
eyes and then the squirt of fear in them for doing so made the Queen chortle on
the inside.  Gods she loved teasing her Hand.  His head snapped down as he
mumbled an apology and entered the room.  Missandei looked at her with a smile
at the Queen’s naughty behavior.  The scribe loved seeing Tyrion squirm. 
Daenerys smirked at Tyrion sitting sideways so he did not have to look at the
naked Queen.  Missandei, on the other hand, had no qualms.  She gave her Queen
the morning reports and highlights; all business.
Daenerys had made it clear to the small Lord more than once that he could look,
he just couldn’t touch.  No man could!  She had emphasized this clearly and
clacked her teeth, making the small Lord hang his head in pained shame as
Daenerys chuckled.
The Queen started to pull on her trousers and got her blouse top out of her
closet.
Daenerys would put that day off as long as she possibly could.  She was now
seriously looking at Renly Baratheon and Loras Tyrell as possible mates. 
She chuckled again when she thought back to the epiphany she had two weeks
ago.  She was a Targaryen.  She could marry both and fulfill her family
tradition in a way.  Two husbands who would satisfy their needs with each
other.  This way she could feel free to satisfy her own needs and desires as
she saw fit.  The thought of not having a wife galled her, but she was at the
point where she simply had to take what she could.
She had not discussed her revelation yet.  She would not force herself, even on
a man.  She knew that Renly had political ambitions, but was not so sure about
Loras. She could only assume he would go where Renly went, especially if he
could freely love his husband – with discretion, of course.
Daenerys hated that homosexuals could not lead their lives in freedom.  To have
the basic right to love who you wanted; to love openly and freely.
She looked at herself as Missandei worked on her hair as she gave her part of
the debrief.  Missandei combed the Queen’s hair making it shine with a thorough
brushing and then putting in some of the pretty purple and red ribbons that
Daenerys so loved.  They framed her features, and brought out her eyes.
Then she had Missandei rub some liniment into her shoulder.   Her blood riders
had been frenzied in their attacks earlier - she had them all come at her as
one.  She had been a whirling dervish against them, her sword swirling and
blocking the majority of their blows.  Those she did not block she spun and
juked aside the blades barely missing her.
She had been hard pressed. Theywere great warriors.  She used her lack of
height and small body to her advantage as she moved and jumped like a panther. 
They all ended up throwing punches and kicks at each other.  At one point they
had knocked her to the ground, and she had placed her hands on the ground and
threw her legs up, twisting her hips and making her body spin before snapping
her back to come to her feet and swipe out her sword, mock disemboweling
Rakharo. 
The other Blood Riders had learned from his mistake and did not let Daenerys so
easily hook their Arakhs.
She defeated Jhogo after he was knocked off balance with a kick to his thigh. 
He had bowed to Mare Who Mounts the World when she delivered a killing chop to
his shoulder that would have split him wide open to the sternum.
She and Aggo had wound up on the ground after disarming each other.  They
grappled while trying to get their daggers out, rolling and grunting. The fight
ended when Aggo had a dagger to his throat while trying to keep the writhing
Queen under control.
She had pulled a muscle in the exhilarating exchange, and enjoyed Missandei
working the medicinal liquid into her muscles while getting them to loosen and
relax.  With her scribe they had long ago become only good friends with no
sexual attraction.
She noticed that Tyrion continued acting the perfect gentlemen, for the most
part.  She had seen him turn his head for a glance a few times when she raised
her head up from reading part of a report.
In truth, she enjoyed teasing Tyrion.  He was so easy.  She knew she had a
killer body and loved using it at night with her sluts and to help control both
men and women at court. She reached up, tracing the line of her scar on her
face.  She shivered slightly.
She was soon ready and she and her most trusted confidants went to the Small
Council Room.  She looked around at her Small Council, proud of how quickly
they had gotten the government actually functioning and working for the good of
the realm with her.
Tyrion
The Small Council was filled with quiet conversations as the members worked on
their assigned tasks.  He leaned back into the chair that was designed just for
him, his feet supported and cushioned just so to give his back and legs the
support he needed to feel no pain to his small frame.
He was so thankful for his Queen.  She could make the Small Council meetings
interesting with her histrionics, but all had gotten used to them.  When she
was screaming and throwing insults, they all felt safe and sound.  It was when
she went deathly silent that a person felt naked fear.  Fortunately, those
instances were rare and never occurred unless she was directly provoked or
challenged.
In the four and half months since the Small Council had been meeting, the team
Daenerys had assembled was starting to accomplish many good things.
The hemorrhaging of gold dragons had been stemmed.  It was amazing how much
money you saved when you weren’t having silly feasts and gaming tourneys every
other week. They had found and rooted out graft and corruption that had set in
with the poor rule of Robert Baratheon.  Daenerys had been most unhappy but had
forgiven many of the lesser criminals with the express warning that they would
be watched closely.  The more egregious offenders were given moderate terms of
incarceration in the prison chambers but were to be provided plenty of light,
clothing to keep warm, and good meals with clean water.
The taxes that had been sloppily administered were now flowing in a much
smoother, formal manner.  They had had to tease out corruption in the tax
collection offices in the provinces, but that was well on way to resolution.
The only irritant was, as always, Eddard Stark.  Tyrion looked down at the
Queen who was talking to the Maester about something, and pulled out a pear
from a hidden pocket and bit into it.  What was that grizzled wolf up to?  That
was the question that no one could answer.  He was acting very strangely.  He
hoped the Queen would not have to have his head after vouching for the man.
Tyrion had noticed that Harsch Lape and Daenerys had finally formed a working
relationship.  It was still tense at times though, with man’s inability not to
stare at his Queen’s tits that were so clearly on display with her sheer tops. 
All would steal glances to be sure, but he insisted on outright staring.
Tyrion suspected it had become a game.  When the Queen would get up and move
down the table she would sometimes rap his head with her knuckles or flick his
ears in punishment.  The Maester was now on his toes, sometimes avoiding the
punishment with a smirk.  These were balanced out with yelps of pain when the
Queen found her target later.
There had also been a big change in Solaja Xo.  She now sat sullenly at the
table.  She was offering more and more insights, and was active in integrating
the navy of her nation to the other navies allied with Daenerys.  The challenge
of using the Queen’s navies in the most effective manner was bringing out the
best in the Summer Islander. 
Evidently, the woman had formerly been a great admiral in her nation.  She had
moved into diplomacy after deciding she wanted to let a younger woman take over
the fleets of the Summer Islands.  She had wanted other challenges.
One of those challenges had been Daenerys.  She had pursued the Queen with a
focus that was single-minded.  She had been extremely upset when she discovered
the Queen was taking women into her bed every night. 
The woman had fumed.  Several times she chased Daenerys around the table as the
Queen changed seats to get away from her.  Varys had reported to Tyrion when
the woman tried to corner the Queen in a backroom and rip her clothes off.  The
Queen had used her warrior skills to slip from the woman’s clutches.
It had come to head last week.  Tyrion was leaving out the Queen’s chambers
going over the latest reports from the Great Houses.  She had stormed in and
knocked the little Lord flat on his ass, not even noticing it.
The dark skinned woman had screamed at Daenerys for sleeping with the mother
and daughter prostitutes Chataya and Alayaya.  It incensed her that Dany was
sleeping with them when she had been, literally, throwing herself at the
Queen.  She was galled with the Queen partaking repeatedly of the dark skinned
lovers when she rejected Solaja’s own willing offer.  She was every bit as
dark! Solaja had yelled in frustration.
“They’re whores, gods damn it!” Solaja screamed.
Daenerys had taken umbrage at that, and Solaja Xo had calmed down,
acknowledging that prostitution was a noble profession.
She asked then in a plaintive tone “Why not me?”
“I’m just not attracted to you Solaja Xo. I’m sorry.”
“But you fuck other Summer Islander women … it’s not right to refuse me.” The
woman had appeared to be grief-stricken.
“Solaja … I’m sorry, but we will not be sleeping together … you are on my Small
Council—”
“I’ll quit!”
“No. Solaja.” Daenerys sighed.  “I can’t fuck a woman that I feel no attraction
for,” the Queen had told her softly.  “It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”
“Fuck you! You screw whatever whore that bald-headed eunuch brings you! … I
would give you my body every night if you would let me!”
“I want those whores, Solaja—not you,” was the calm reply.
Solaja had left after that.  They had both heard her weeping as she went down
the hall.  Tyrion and the Queen looked at each other with sadness and pain. 
Neither liked hurting someone if they did not deserve it.
Since then Solaja Xo had been the model of cool professionalism.
She announced to the Queen that she had received a raven from five freight
ships filled with gold, gems and precious metals that had been taken from the
former slave lords.  They were heading for safe keeping in the capital of her
nation.
Tyrion was still impressed with the Summer Islander’s honesty and honor.  He
found it hard to believe.  Varys had gotten spies up and running in the
kingdoms of the Summer Islands and they had found that zero theft had occurred
from the hordes of wealth that Daenerys had taken from around Slaver’s Bay.
The Queen was also in the process of taking the looted wealth that lined the
road to Vaes Dothrak and returning it to the lands they originally belonged to
if they were still in existence. Treasures from Slave Empires were not returned
and were being melted down or processed to fund the rebuilding of those
cities.  The slave masters would not be rewarded for their past sins.
Booty from civilizations that no longer existed was also being melted or torn
down to be taken to the Summer Islands for safekeeping to fund future projects.
Daenerys had killed another Khal that had challenged her for her
‘desecration’.  His twelve bells added to the collection that now adorned her
hair on special occasions.  She had chopped off both of his arms before taking
his head.
The prowess of the Queen made Tyrion shiver.
Daenerys was using the wealth in these ships to help buy grain for the Kingdom
for the approaching winter, and splitting the rest between army and navy.  A
lesser amount to keep the navies assembled paid and in top shape, and the rest
would pay for the assembly that he and the Queen believed would have to be
called in the not to distance future.
Eddard Stark and his addled Game of Thrones would require it.  Tyrion had
suffered several thorough ass chewing about it in the privacy of the Queen’s
quarters so as not to not embarrass him.
Calling up an army was expensive.  She wanted to defray the cost as much as
possible to keep the burden from hitting the Houses too hard. 
He was looking at the itinerary and saw that House Tyrell had requested - i.e.
demanded  - an audience with the Queen today.  The Great House representatives
had arrived at the Red Keep two days ago.  Mace and his wife were comfortably
ensconced in their royal chambers, enjoying court.
It was Mace’s mother that was demanding audience with the Queen. She had
brought suitors for the Queen’s perusal.  Tyrion had told the Queen that she
would have to give audience to the woman. Olenna was a force to be reckoned
with and once she sank her teeth into something she was like a wolverine; she
would not let go.
The Queen had been most agitated at that.  Fortunately, a night of great sex
had relaxed the Targaryen enough to cope.
Suddenly, all could hear an altercation at the main door.  Then they flew open
and a stumbling Grey Worm fell back with Rakharo at his side.  They were
helpless before the mighty ego and strength of the old woman pushing them back.
Typhoon Olenna had made itself felt.  The small elder woman looked around
imperiously, until she spotted the Queen. 
“There you are.  You have put me off long enough!”
Olenna
 The Queen looked at her with a slightly open mouth. Good.  Her audacity had
captured the full attention of the Targaryen.
Olenna had two first impressions.  The first was that the woman was a ravishing
beauty – it was no wonder she’d had multiple husbands in Essos, even if none
were long for the world after those unions.  Varys’ varnished reports and her
own moths had reported the stream of women recently gracing the Queen’s bed and
how they left absolutely besotted with the woman. Seeing the woman in person
she understood why, and it formed her second impression. She had spent her life
attracted to men exclusively, but this woman radiated power that all found
appealing.  Olenna was about the same height as the Queen, but the power
radiating off the tiny Targaryen made her seem six feet tall.  This was a
ruler!
The woman was now boring her violet eyes into hers.  The challenge met and
accepted.  They stared at each other for a long time as the Small Council went
silent, waiting.
Finally, the Queen slightly inclined her head for the true power of House
Tyrell to proceed.
Olenna clapped her hands twice. 
Servants came in with several rolled-up green carpets that they rolled out. One
lead from the doorway, and then another ran down the length of the room. 
Another servant came in and threw down various colored rose petals onto the
carpet and off to the sides of the runway.  The color yellow predominate.  Then
several viol and lute players came in, starting to play a soothing melody.
All in the room gave her and the carpet runway their full attention.  Good.
Willis Tyrell appeared in the doorway.  He looked around and sighed, before
walking out, proudly, not afraid to show his limping step - all knew he had
been injured honorably.
“Willis Tyrell.  My eldest grandson.  He was a mighty warrior before an
unfortunate accident left him with an injury that took him off the tourney
field.  My grandson is studious, educated, and kind, and is renowned for
breeding the finest hawks, hounds, and horses in the Seven Kingdoms.”
She watched her grandson role his eyes and then give her the stink eye.  She
reached out to swat his shoulder as he passed, and he rolled his eyes again. 
He walked down and then back up the runway, looking aggrieved.
Olenna saw the Queen paying polite attention, but not really looking either. 
She was twirling a dagger between her fingers in a blur.  I wonder if her
tongue is that fast.
Next, Loras Tyrell was in the doorway.  He gave his brother a good natured fist
bump.  He stepped in with a confident, ostentatious pose.  He was exceptionally
handsome with his long, flowing brown hair and golden eyes. 
Olenna knew that all the women longed to open their legs for him.  Her grandson
was glad to oblige.  He had told his grandmother once that “a hole was a
hole”.  Though women longed to give her grandson their virtue, it was the sons
of the nobles he most longed to deflower.
“I give you my youngest grandson, Loras Tyrell.”  Olenna watched him strut down
the runway.  He was used to his good looks attracting all the women in a room. 
Strangely, all the women were not paying attention to him now.
The Queen was obviously turned off by his ego.  Olenna noted that.  Poor
Margaery.  She doubted she could warn the girl in time and she wouldn’t listen
anyways with her own big ego.
Olenna listed Loras’ great attributes.  She called out that he was a highly
skilled knight and jouster; his tournament successes legend. She regaled the
Queen with details about his skills with swords, axes, and morning stars.  That
made the Queen actually pay heed for a moment before she started to trim her
nails.
“My Queen.” Olenna called out.  Daenerys looked up at her, giving Olenna her
polite attention.  “I just wanted to say that my grandson is very open to open
relationships.”
She smirked seeing the Queen’s eyes flare, and she turned to look at the young
man, calculating.
Yes, Olenna thought.  The Queen is thinking of how she can marry my sweet
grandson and still fuck all her harem at night.  I like how she thinks.  A
schemer who is now thinking how to best use what she is presented.
She next introduced Luthor Tyrell, a knight in training.  He was a young,
strapping youth with promise of growing into a muscular young man. Maybe the
queen would be interested in a man with a more robust manly figure.  Loras was
almost too good looking for some tastes.  Olenna extolled his manly attributes
and great stamina in all manner of physical exertions.
She pinched Luthor’s ear when he passed.  He was blushing and actually groaning
at her description of his physical prowess.  “Oh Auntie!” he exclaimed when the
Queen of Thorns told the assemblage that maybe the Queen would want to have a
young man she could shape into a consort she desired by her side.
But the Queen was even more disinterested.  Her nephew left the room.
“I thank you for this presentation of House Tyrell.  It has been most
illuminating.” Daenerys spoke in a bland, bored voice.
Olenna waited a few heartbeats for effect as the musicians continued to play a
beautiful melody.
“But it is not finished yet, my Queen.”
There was a pause as the Queen looked confused.  “You have presented your heirs
to the House.  I don’t understand.”
“My Queen.  You are from Essos and used to a different culture than old, staid
Westeros.  You were a Dothraki, and I understand their lusty heritage. I now
present my granddaughter … Margaery Tyrell.”
The room was silent for a moment, then quickly filled with not so silent
murmurs. 
Her own Hugh Elicero was stunned and saying this ‘couldn’t be’.  Micud Caudill
and Vedad Softic were crying out that it was against the laws of man, gods and
nature. 
Olenna saw the Queen had wilted a little at the vociferous arguments erupting
around the table.  The Maester happily mentioned that the Queen could never
have a child with Margaery Tyrell.  Olenna had heard of his rejections by the
Queen and ear plucking. It seemed he was getting some revenge.
The Summer Islander watched the Queen stagger and simply stared at her.  Olenna
had heard of her rejections also.  She would not come to Daenerys’ aid now.
“Oh shove it up your asses!” Olenna barked at the Masters around the table. 
“You couldn’t even come close to satisfying the queen or my granddaughter with
your tiny cocks.  We don’t want me to bring your wives in for verification, do
we?” she sneered to the table.
The Masters, for some reason, quieted down.
“In the House of Tyrell we consider love to be more important than the silly
heritage of old, dry, musty customs.”  Olenna knew that was not entirely true,
but she was not going to let facts get in the way of ambition.
She glared at the Masters who glared right back.  She saw that Barristan was
studying his Queen intently.  Many of the guards lining the wall were either
snickering or muttering to themselves that Olenna was insane to even imply the
Queen was unnatural.
The Queen evidently had sharp hearing, her eyes glancing to the walls, her
shoulders slumping a little more.
“My Queen … follow your heart and do not listen to these feeble minded men.
Again … I present my granddaughter, Margaery Tyrell.”
The young, stunning beauty entered the room.
All in the room could clearly see Margaery’s thick, softly curling brown hair,
large brown eyes, unblemished skin and slender yet shapely figure.  Margaery’s
dress was low cut, showing off her full B cup breasts, the nipples almost
visible.  The girl walked with easy grace and courtly charm. 
Olenna spoke of Margaery’s intelligence, and her shrewd politically savvy.  She
would make a great Queen for any Queen or King.  Someone the monarch could
confide in, and ask for sage advice.
The Queen was looking intently at the girl.  She had been wounded by the
prejudice she had heard, to be sure, but she saw a little fire returning. It
was obvious the Queen had been shocked that any House would be so bold as to
offer their female heirs to her.  If nothing else, Olenna had scored political
points with the Queen.
Margaery was thrusting her chest out and shaking her ass for the Queen.  The
Queen was hard to read now, but Olenna had picked up the Queen preferred a
certain restraint in potential suitors.
Margaery was approaching the door when Elinor Tyrell stepped in.  She was three
years younger at sixteen, but had a full D cup and voluptuous figure.  Maybe
the Queen wanted some meat on the bones of her queen and not Margaery’s more
willowy build.
She watched the Queen. The Targaryen was only human and stared along with the
men at the heavy breasts nearly spilling out of Elinor’s bodice.
Margaery and Elinor were friends, but still competitive. They stuck their
tongues out at each other and gave each other raspberries as they passed each
other. 
Olenna rolled her eyes.
Elinor strutted down the runway, her voluptuous body doing a lot of talking for
the teenager.  Olenna told the Queen of Elinor’s wit and loyalty.  She was sure
the teen would be most willing to please the Queen.
On cue the youth turned and batted her eyelashes at the Queen, then bent
forward, showing off her cleavage.
The Queen licked her lips, her eyes devouring the cleavage along with all of
the men.  Tyrion was squirming in his chair, moving from foot to foot as he
continued to look over and around the sides of the chair trying not to eye all
the hot ass being displayed up and down the runway.
Elinor left as Megga Tyrell entered.  They bumped into each other, nearly
knocking each other off of their feet. They gave each other noisy raspberries. 
Olenna rolled her eyes.  Youth.
Megga was a little sprite, much like the queen.  Maybe the Queen would want a
woman much like herself. 
Olenna was trying to cover all the bases.  She had chosen these two because
they were already lovers.  She was sure they would quickly convince the Queen
to marry the other, and this would give Olenna two Tyrells sharing the throne. 
They could not match Margaery, of course.  Who could but herself?  If the Queen
would choose someone from House Tyrell, she truly hoped it would be Margaery. 
Her granddaughter was so adept at the Game of Thrones. 
It was evident that Daenerys was also a master but preferred a more direct
approach.  Margaery and Sansa, after Margaery convinced the Queen to marry her
lover too, would make a formidable dynasty.  Her House sigil was the three
headed dragon after all.  Daenerys would be the mailed fist and they would work
the back channels and undercurrents to get the realm’s business done.  They
would be unstoppable.
Olenna suspected that Eddard would always fully support his children.  What a
mighty binding of Houses that would make.
If the Queen bowed to tradition, then Loras waited for her.  If the Queen ever
craved cock then Loras would be happy to oblige else he would satisfy Renly and
any other pretty boys and girls that he may choose.  That would leave the Queen
free to pursue her own dalliances. The Queen may feel this was necessary in the
end, but Olenna sensed she would prefer a woman on her elbow and just did not
know how to achieve that.
Strange how she was so bold in so many things, but was afraid to fight for what
she most wanted.  Olenna would fight and fight hard for her consort.  She would
go to war for it.  She saw that this woman would not fight such a battle for
herself.
She fought a three year war to end slavery in Essos.  She would have fought for
Westeros if she had to, to win her throne.  But to achieve her heart’s desire -
she demurred.
Olenna guessed that in a way, that was very noble.  Foolish, but noble.
Olenna left the Small Council room.  She had accomplished all she could do
there.  She had planted the seeds, and she would see if any took root to grow
and break the Earth.  She was pleased with herself.  She had established House
Tyrell as the frontrunner in the race to win the Queen’s eye.
She presented choices from all angles.  If the Queen let duty win out, she
would wed Loras.  If she followed her heart she would choose either Margaery,
Elinor or Megga. 
All the other House’s requested the Queen’s attendance when it came to the
presentation of possible suitors.  It was obvious she was not interested, so
Olenna had taken away the possibility of denying her.
You had to reach and take what you wanted.
The true power of Highgarden had finished her business.  Now she had another
appointment to keep.
She always believed in playing all the cards she was dealt from the deck.
She would see what this next clandestine meeting held for House Tyrell.  She
had great hopes.
Varys
Varys had watched the whole ostentatious presentation of suitors to the Queen. 
He owed Olenna for much of his informants in the Reach, Casterly Rock and
Dorne.  He had his own of course, and he knew Olenna had her “moths”, as she
called them, flitting around Westeros gathering reports for the ‘Master of
Murmurs’, as the Queen of Thorns called herself.  He knew his pseudonym was
superior to the name the true force of the Reach used.
He watched the children come down the carpeted runway as the viol players
played romantic and seductive strains in the minor key meant to put the Queen
in a receptive mood.
As he had suspected the Queen had little interest in the men paraded down the
line.  Loras had not been so much an interest, but a calculation.  Varys knew
the diminutive Targaryen was gauging whether she could make a shame marriage
and pursue her true interests with his cover.
Varys had determined the Queen desired a marriage to a noble lady but did not
know how to achieve her goals.  If she would only come to him… he had plenty of
ideas.
When Margaery entered the room, disinterest flew out the window.  The Queen’s
eyes feasted on the young girl’s teenage body.  She had been practically
drooling.  Varys had looked to her side and saw Missandei’s eyes lidded as she
licked her lips as well.  He often wondered why the Queen did not take her
interpreter, scribe, handmaiden and confident as a lover. The small woman
clearly worshipped the ground the Queen walked on.  Varys supposed that they
had been together for so long and formed their partnership when Missandei had
been so young that the idea simply never occurred to either of them to take
their relationship to the next level. It was almost too bad. Varys had done
much research on Missandei, and knew she would make a loyal and intelligent
consort to the Dragon Queen.
Olenna had covered all the physical bases to see if a certain type peaked the
Queen’s interest.  Some women had a certain preference that simply ‘rung their
bell’.  Though, from what Varys had seen and had reported back to him, the
Queen simply loved women period, regardless of type. 
His sparrows had often stayed just underneath the hearth or slightly cracking
it after they’d brought a woman to the dragon.  They, unlike him, had working
cocks and cunts.  The woman definitely knew how to please her women.  Several
young female sparrows were now lovers after watching the Queen.  They saw what
they had been missing.  Their excited whispers of how the women’s bodies
flipped and jackknifed so hard from their orgasms had his sparrows all
atwitter.  They were in awe at how totally the Queen threw herself into sex and
would cum so hard and exultantly. 
The Queen was definitely interested in the women being offered, and maybe with
time would indeed select a girl from the House of Tyrell… but something was
lacking, he perceived.
Daenerys was a warrior.  She loved the soft women he supplied her with, and
devoured them with a fervid, feverish hunger.  The reports from the women who
graced the Queen’s bed were that she was insatiable.
Daenerys always made sure to close the thick lead panes of the windows to her
room before lovemaking commenced.  When asked, the Queen told her lovers “I’m
going to make you scream so loud … I’m going to make you cum so hard you will
think the gods and angels have come to our bed and touched you …” then she
would smile wickedly, “but it will be my tongue and fingers as I make you wail
in ecstasy.”  Then she delivered.  Every time, every night.
Varys of course had no interest in such things, but he was impressed never the
less.  The woman had truly mastered everything she touched or set out to do. 
The Queen’s women all left her bed totally spent and drained, in a euphoric
daze of lust and desire for even more.
Varys truly feared for a man’s safety with the Queen’s incredible appetite for
sex. He felt that only a woman could possibly keep up with the Queen.  Having
Margery and Sansa marrying the Queen would have merit.  He knew the two scions
of their own houses were also insatiable sluts who had fucked for hours during
their brief, idyllic two week bonding period.  They would run off at the first
opportunity and not appear again for long hours. 
The Spider was always amazed at how heterosexuals would miss homosexual trysts
right underneath their noses, not even conceiving such a thing possible. 
Margaery and Sansa had taken full advantage of that. Those two women would give
the Targaryen all she could handle in bed from what had been reported.
Somehow, someway Varys was sure the Queen would resolve her romantic malaise. 
A happy Queen in the sack at night would definitely help in her rule during the
day.
In other matters, Varys was content. Much of the instability that plagued the
Small Council and Court of King's Landing had disappeared or was on the way to
resolving itself.  When people had clear and honorable leadership, most got
behind that and worked hard to meld themselves to it.  He saw people who had
been jaded suddenly trying to support the Queen with their utmost effort.
He was starting to maybe understand a little why Eddard Stark enjoyed such
loyal support.  That was great, he supposed, but it made his own life shit
sometimes.  He had lost most of his northern sparrows, but had managed to find
two more.
Varys had been confident that the intrigue and stress of the movements of men
and stores would cause upset among some in the Realm of the North.  This stress
would leave aggrieved parties, who would be happy to sing to a new master.
One was a spurned past friend hoped for lover of Sansa.  He had thought he was
on the inside track to her affections when he was younger. As children they had
kissed and pretended to be lord and princess.  Now grown, and he had become
bitter when he was spurned.  He had thought that now that she was old enough to
be betrothed he would be the most suitable suitor.  He would be her husband and
she would be his wife, and they would head a powerful holdfast. 
When he had approached Sansa with his adorations she had been cool and
indifferent.  The young suitor had been confused and angry with the prompt and
curt cutoff of his overtures when he questioned her cruel attitude.  The young
man been shaken to his core.
When he was informed that Sansa was in an unnatural relationship with Margaery,
he had been stunned and then angry.  He had jumped at the chance to be a spy. 
He was helping the realm cleanse itself of this sin.
Of course he forgot to tell Varys’ agent that he also would then be able to
reassert his claim on the lass and become a powerful Lord. Men were so easy to
read and manipulate. They always thought with their cock.  Sometimes Varys
missed his cock, but rarely since he knew it freed him from its clutch on his
mind and reasoning.
The second was a merchant that had been complaining vociferously to anyone who
would listen that he was being bankrupted with the disruption to his trade.  He
found a sympathetic ear and a man able to help defray his sudden increase in
costs and lack of revenue.  In return all he had to do was keep his eyes open. 
No treason, just reporting to the Queen what her loyal subjects had been doing
so secretively.
The man was a trader who made constant trips from White Harbor to Winterfell.
He had of course had jumped at the opportunity to serve his Queen. 
The Small Council meeting was falling into a calm boring drone which sounded
sweet to Varys’ ears.  A boring Small Council meeting meant a calm and peaceful
realm.
An aid to the Maester came in the side door on the side of the room.  He had a
pale look, and Varys felt his Earl Grey tea curdling a little in his stomach.
Trouble had just reared its ugly head.
Daenerys
Daenerys spied the attendant coming up to the Maester and handing him the
message.  Maester Harsch Lape read the message, and looked up at his Queen.
“My Queen, Highgarden reports that a large raiding party from the Iron Islands
has landed at Lundenberry South of Three Towers.  It is a fleet of at least
thirty long ships.  They are burning, looting and raping with ‘wild abandon’.”
They claim they are taking the Iron Price.”
Daenerys felt her anger boiling.  “What is Highgarden’s response?”
“They are organizing a response and will have their fleet at sea within twenty-
four hours.  They need to dispatch a defense in case this is ruse to leave the
Shield Islands undefended.  This happened to them several years ago and they
will not fall prey to that trap again.  They state they will meet and destroy
the enemy.”
“How long will it take them to sail there?  Aren’t the winds unfavorable for
quick passage at this time of year?”
“They will meet the enemy in three days, they state.”  Harsh read from the
letter.
The Queen sat back, her eyes closed as the Small Council broke out into loud
conversation discussing the brazen attack of the Iron Islanders.
The House of the Kraken was by far the most restive in the kingdom, their talk
of Iron Price and Salt Wives an anachronism of a bygone era.  An era that
belonged on the same rubbish heap of the shattered Slave City States.
The Queen sat up in her chair, her eyes open and focused with a burning need
for justice.
“This meeting is over!” the Queen said, standing up.  “Barristan,” the man came
out from the shadows.  “Get Strong Belwas.  Even now my dragons are sailing
down to the courtyard.  Prepare for departure within the hour.”
“Yes my Queen!  We will mete out dire justice on these bastards!”  Rarely did
the knight show his anger but the rape of the innocent always sent his blood on
fire with feverish need to dispense justice.
The Maester, Micud Caudill and Lysono Saan tried to dissuade the small Queen
but she brusquely brushed them aside.
“My subjects are in need of my aid and they will receive it!  By the time
Highgarden can get their ships there the Iron Islander long ships will be long
gone.  You know it, Highgarden knows it, and the Iron Islanders know it.”
“What they don’t know is the speed and wrath of me and my children. These
fucking bastards will learn a very painful lesson about the consequences of
operating in open sedition against the throne of the dragon.
“They will burn, Maester Harsch.  Oh how they will burn.”
With that Daenerys hurried out the Small Council and ran all the way back to
her royal quarters.  Once she arrived, she pulled her dragon bone mail out of
the wardrobe and off of its hanger.  Her two handmaidens came bursting into the
room and helped her quickly strip out of her court attire.  She put on her
undershirt and leggings. 
She knew as Queen it was her duty to protect herself as much as possible.  The
handmaidens waited. 
Barristan would harangue her ass mercilessly if she did not put on her mail.  A
large part of her soul still resisted.  She may be the Queen of Westeros but a
large part of her core self would always be a Khaleesi and Khal of the
Dothraki.  They fought with no armor relying solely on skill to avoid damage. 
The Iron Born fought the same way.  She had to admire that.
But Barristan would ride her ass to no end.
Ten minutes later Daenerys Targaryen came bursting out of her room in her black
chainmail covering her body from her neckline and down over her feet. Only her
hands and face were unprotected.  She was acceptably prudent.
She had her rune sword in its scabbard on her back.  On her hip was a long
dagger.  On each thigh were two throwing daggers with one on each of her
forearms as well - all Valerian steel.  She was walking death.
She went to the courtyard.  Her dragons were all restive in their anxiousness
to be off and dispensing their Mother’s justice.
Strong Belwas and Barristan Selmy were before their dragons waiting on the
queen.  They looked at her expectantly.  They too wanted to fall on this craven
dogs and teach them a harsh lesson in justice.
A crowd of watchers stood back.  Daenerys saw Solaja off to one side and they
nodded to each other.  Daenerys saw the light of the fighter in those eyes that
Daenerys had read about in her file on the Summer Islander.  She was a great
warrior for her House.  Dany could see the envy in her eyes.
Missandei was wringing her hands.  She was not a warrior and could never
understand the fire that now boiled in these three mighty warriors’ veins.
Viserion was rubbing his face all over Barristan’s head and giving his rumbling
purr as Barristan scratched his lips and underneath his head in that one spot
that Viserion loved.
Strong Belwas was already on Rhaegal, stuffing two legs of mutton into his
mouth chewing sloppily with grease running down his chin and throat. He groused
though his mouth full of meat: “How can I go to a fight when I have not had my
two lunches?  I am weak with hunger.  I can hardly lift my arms!” he whined as
he used said arms to shove the much reduced legs of mutton back into his mouth.
Daenerys looked at Barristan.  “Are you ready?  The odds will be greatly
against us.”
“Not for long,” was Barristan’s reply.
They both vaulted onto their dragon’s backs.  Belwas was drinking down a skin
of wine at a prodigious clip.  Then he burped loudly, throwing the skin to the
ground.
“Let us go kill these dogs.  I will kill them.  When we come back we can then
celebrate with a feast of locusts, cheese and honey!” he patted his stomach,
licking his lips.
As one, the three dragons leaped up in the air, their wings making a small
hurricane of wind.  The crowd of watchers buffeted as the dragons quickly
gained altitude and moved off to the West at an already dizzying speed.
Daenerys had impressed on her dragons the need for great speed.  They would be
able to slay her enemies when they arrived; they were well-fed and rested.
Their bodies were capable of prodigious effort.
Soon the three riders were crouched low.  Dany pressed against Drogon’s scales,
their heat unfelt.  Her two warriors were lying on their saddles and mats
protected by the magical fabric supplied by Illyrio.  They crouched close to
the dragons’ bodies to stay out of the slipstream.
Daenerys felt bad for Syrio with his airsickness.  He was denied this
exhilarating rush.
Trees and stray houses quickly came up over the horizon and then were soon left
behind.  The noon sun was soothing on their backs as the dragons flew faster
than any raven could even dream of flying.
The beat of wings and surge of the dragons’ bodies lulled their riders into a
comfortable state.  Their speed was astonishing to any who happened to look up,
nothing more than dots that quickly appeared on the horizon and then
disappeared just as quickly on the other horizon.
Daenerys felt a surge in speed suddenly as they flew down the Mander River five
leagues past Tumbleton.  Dany looked over at Barristan.  Strong Belwas was
asleep, his cheek on the mat and his mouth drooling.
Barristan pointed to the northeast - Daenerys saw it. A strong weather front of
colliding air masses was occurring over the plains below the Gold Road.  A bank
of angry clouds raised up in protest, dark and roiling.  But the front was
moving to the east slowly; they were in no danger from it.
They were advantageously riding on the backwash currents of air roiled up
around the colliding air masses.  Their dragons’ speed increased by twenty to
twenty-five extra miles per hour from the boost of the tailwinds.  The dragons
were able to rest, gliding on the air streams at times between heavy wing
beats.
Her dragons ate the leagues up as they flew west and then south.
They took a break in the late afternoon as the sun started to set.  They took
care of nature and stretched while nibbling on some finger food, while Strong
Belwas shoved handfuls of his favorite locusts into his mouth chewing noisily.
Then they were awing again, flying fast and furious. 
As the sun was setting they flew between Highgarden and Hornwood as if the
furies were on their tails.  They were the furies of hell!
The sky gradually darkened and then turned inky.  It did not matter.  Dany had
shown her dragons where they needed to go, and they flew as straight as an
arrow southwest.
They gradually bent their course more southbound. They took another break near
midnight and were soon back in the air.  Her dragons were tired but had in no
way approached the limits of their strength. Near five o’clock in the morning
they arrived at the coast.  The dragons aim had been true.
They alighted five miles inland, on a high hill overlooking the beach. 
Daenerys looked through Drogon’s far seeing eyes.  She counted roughly thirty
long ships.  About ten were ashore with the other twenty out to sea, anchored a
short way off the beach as a picket line. 
The ships were roughly one hundred feet in length. Each of those ship had a
crew of about seventy-five. 
This was indeed a major raiding party.  The odds were ridiculously against
them. 
Daenerys was not overly worried. 
She knew the raiders thought they had two more days to plunder and rape. They
would be drunk and unprepared for attack, especially one from inland and from
the air.
Many men would be in those ships.  She would show no mercy, just like they had
shown none to their victims.
She discussed her plans with Barristan.  Strong Belwas just wanted to fight. 
They soon agreed on the best plan of attack.  Barristan believed in shock and
awe.  He went to awaken the heavily snoring Strong Belwas.
Soon her two companions were alight and flying out to sea.  Daenerys awaited
the rising sun.
When the sun started to break the horizon, it was time for revenge and
justice!  They would be attacking out of the rising sun.  They would be like an
avenging angel arising out of that sun.
She got on Drogon’s back and he beat hard, winging toward the beach.  With his
superior vision Daenerys had made out the main encampment that would house the
commander of these forces.
She had a destiny to fulfill as she carried her flaming sword in her hand.  She
was about to fight her first fight on her homeland.  A fight in defense of her
subjects.  She burned with the need for justice.
As Drogon neared the encampment he let out a mighty, screaming roar, shattering
the early morning calm.  The blinding sun behind her, Daenerys swooped in like
an angel death. 
Drogon let out a mighty broiling jet of fiery destruction incinerating the two
main war tents of the Iron Islanders, the canvass alighting and horrible
screams of the dying sounding from inside.  Drogon flew past and banked over,
then landed in the midst of the just-awakening camp.
Behind Daenerys she saw in a brief flash of shared vision her other two dragons
flying fast over the anchored ships, two of them lighting up aflame. The wood
went up like kindling, the caulking between the slats going up like infernos. 
The dragons came onto the beach breathing more fire as men sleeping in the open
went up like matches with hideous screams.  The dragons alighted and Strong
Belwas jumped off, rolling to his feet while Barristan leaped down.  They ran
up to the clumsy men awakening and most half-drunk from a night of debauchery
and rape.  The knight and pit fighter chopped them down with ruthless
efficiency.  These Iron Islanders were scum, and deserved to die like the curs
they were.
Drogon landed and fired out a hot gush of flame incinerating a group of men
drunkenly stumbling.  Daenerys jumped off of his back and ran up to two men,
chopping them nearly in half with her blue glowing rune sword.  A man with a
battle ax came at her swinging in a roundhouse motion.  She ducked underneath
and sliced his stomach open, his intestines spilling out as he dropped his ax
and screamed, trying to hold his guts inside his body.
Daenerys advanced and a man pulled his cock out of a woman as she wept
brokenly.  One of Daenerys’ throwing daggers flew forward, impaling his cock to
this stomach.  The rapist screamed hideously.  The Queen moved onward with her
sword, chopping down men as they tried to come at her.
On the beach Strong Belwas charged into a large knot of men, his scimitar
beheading and disemboweling them.  When they had started to surround the huge
eunuch, Barristan came roaring in and chopped three men down.  Rhaegal came
crashing down to the beach, crushing men as his tail lashed out, snapping bones
and breaking bodies like twigs.  His fire melted the bodies of men like wax,
their faces burning off in the intense heat.  Their screams of dying echoed
down the beach.
Screams filled the air constantly now. Viserion was out over the water flying
over the boats at anchor, lighting them on fire one after the other.  He would
fly past and shoot up into air, beating his wings hard and then turn over and
dive back down, his flames igniting another ship.  A few arrows flew up toward
him, but most missed and those that found their target bounced off of his thick
scales.
Soon twelve of the ships were destroyed, sunken or aflame.   
Drogon was running around on the ground snapping men in two with his mouth. 
His body crushed men and his tail shattered bodies easily.  He would spy a
group forming to make an assault and with a mighty roar he would bellow and
hot, fiery death shot out of his mouth incinerating men like kindling.
Daenerys was moving like an angel of death, chopping men down at every turn. 
Her body staggered forward when she was a fraction late and an ax kicked up
over the dragon mail.  She whirled around and chopped through the wielder’s
ribs, killing him. 
She was thankful she had put on her dragon mail.  She would never let Barristan
hear of this.  A woman needed her secrets.
Viserion had come back from the ships and joined the fray.  He made long passes
through the camp of the Iron Islanders sitting many men ablaze as they stumbled
and tried to organize.  Drogon took to the air and gained altitude, then came
roaring back down, his mouth spewing hot death as his body came crashing
through a loose group of panicked Iron Islanders. 
Daenerys dodged two throwing axes. Before she could charge the men Viserion
incinerated them in a hot, short gout of fire.  Four of the ships on the shore
were quickly burning down to the sand.
No foes were around Daenerys for the moment.  The Iron Islanders were falling
back to the shore. The fight had been taken out of them. 
The ships out to sea that were still undamaged were raising their sails,
clearly preparing to flee.  What crew they had left were manning their oars and
reverse rowing to pull back.  Some men were swimming, trying to get back to
their ships.  The tide was coming in and the ships on the shore were starting
to float.  She sent Viserion to protect Barristan and Strong Belwas. 
Strong Belwas bowled through two men his scimitar blocking their axes and
sending their heads spinning.
The two dragons near them were running around throwing men high into the air to
crash to earth shattering bones and snapping spines. Occasionally the dragons
would take quick leaps to get airborne so they could fall on more men, crushing
them as their tails whipped back and forth rolling through bodies like a scythe
through ripe wheat.
Then the leader of the raiding party was before the queen.  He was six foot six
inches of solid muscle, his legs and arms looking like gnarled tree limbs, his
barrel chest deep and muscled.  He had a great jet-black beard.
He had his long-handled double head ax gripped with both hands.
The Queen faced her silent foe.  She felt no fear. “Well, are you going to
attack or what?  I think little ol’ me just crushed the great Kraken.  I think
your drowned god is building a new wing to his palace for all the men we are
sending him this morning.”
The man’s eyes burned with hate.
“Prepare to die you unnatural cunt!” he sneered, moving forward gripping his
axe.  Drogon was still busy running around killing Iron Islanders with relish,
his brothers protecting their charges while killing and maiming at a fast
clip. 
Barristan and Belwas stuck close to their dragons, lashing out death to any
foolish enough to challenge or just simply unlucky as they stumbled into their
range as the Iron Islanders sought to escape the dragons’ fury and perished
from man’s fury instead.
The survivors were crawling up into the now floating ships on the beach. The
ones out to sea kept sailing away with their highly reduced crews. Those ashore
were abandoned to fend for themselves.  This was not about honor, but survival.
The Iron Islander approached Daenerys.
Drogon continued to circle around his mother, killing any who dared come close
to her.
“Prepare to die you fucking cunt.  You only think you are a man!  Let the Iron
Islands teach you your place!” he barked at Daenerys.
He came in slow and suddenly slashed out with his axe in mighty but controlled
swipes, his two sided axe allowing him to come at the Queen with fore and back-
hand strokes.
Daenerys easily met his blade with her shining blue sword, the clang of steel
loud and sparks flying in all directions.  The man chopped down heavily and the
Queen met the blow, stopping it with brute strength and knocking the man back.
The shock on his face was great, his eyes had grown large with fear. The Queen
was nearly as strong as him, and it shocked him.  Daenerys came in fast now,
her sword chopping high and then low, keeping the Iron Islander on the
defensive and furiously blocking killing strokes of her sword.
He bull rushed Daenerys, but she sidestepped him and he went sprawling to the
ground. He was up in an instant, his arms swinging his ax furiously, keeping
Daenerys at bay. 
They circled around each other, both breathing heavily and sweating profusely. 
The man charged hard and lifted his axe up high.  He brought his axe down
trying to smash past the Queen’s guard.  She met and held his blow up high.
Their bodies locked hard as the man pressed down, trying to bend the woman
down.  Suddenly Daenerys’ left hand came off her sword and gripped his axe
shaft and jerked upward.  The man planted his feet and gripped his axe even
harder to control it. 
Daenerys right foot lashed forward into the man’s left knee, shattering the
locked up joint jamming bone and cartilage straight back in a direction it was
never meant to go.  Bones shattered and tendons shredded.  The man staggered,
his body striving to stay upright.
The blond haired woman pivoted to the left and spun around, her sword slashing
down low as she got behind him.  Her blade cut the man’s right Achilles tendon.
The mighty warrior crashed to his knees, his face twisted in agony.  His beard
was filled with the froth of searing pain. He was breathing hard, his face
twisted in anguish.  He stared at the small woman back in front of him with
hate.
“You will die at the hands of the Iron Islands one day, cunt.  My brothers will
hunt you down and ra—”  his voice suddenly stopped as Foe Hammer whistled down
and chopped his head in half from left temple down to his right jaw.  The top
half of the man’s head slid off the bottom half onto the ground. His once
mighty body followed, crashing to the ground in a lifeless heap.
“Blah blah blah,” Daenerys spoke as she turned towards the beach and ran down
to it to help her friends and children kill the remaining raiders on the beach.
Drogon had left her toward the end of the fight with all the rest of the Iron
Islanders dead or hastily attempting to reach their ships.
Those that got their ships out to sea Daenerys let escape.  She wanted word to
reach back to the Pyke.  The Queen had met them, and defeated them. 
The Iron Price was a thing of the past. Even if the House of the Kraken didn’t
know it yet.
 
***** Dance of Deceptions *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: Just to be official I have not watched HBO GOT since season 2.
     I do kind of keep tabs on Internet. None of my creative decisions
     will be based on any season of HBO or beyond book 5 for that matter.
     My Melisandre is most definitely not the one in GRRM's world.
     AN # 2: I had been taken to task for having in tag Jamie / Brienne. I
     have added them back. They are now in the story as supporting
     characters.
     AN # 3: Several scenes of intense graphic F/F sex.
     AN # 4: Dany and Arya will have their scenes but the story must work
     to that point. It will happen. Their first meeting is getting closer.
     AN # 5: Some kinky spanking.
                                  Chapter 23
                              Dance of Deceptions
      Eddard / Melisandre / Tyrion / Olenna / Daenerys / Sansa / Ice King
Eddard
Eddard was preparing to go out on another long ride on yet another mission in
service of the realm.  He looked out the window at the rain that had been
coming down hard for the last two days.  Storms were rolling in one after the
other from the west, with brief respites of high, scudding clouds before the
next wave of low clouds and torrential rains came in with howling winds. 
It seemed appropriate somehow.  The winds of war howling and downpours
obfuscating the truth from view.  He winced at that.  He hated playing this
Game of Thrones, but he must.  What rankled and sometimes frightened him was
how adept he was becoming at playing it.
He knew that the Queen was frustrated trying to piece together his
motivations.  Why challenge her if he did not mean to set himself up as King of
the North, or intend to come south to challenge her Homogeny of Westeros?
He pulled out his rain cloak and set it aside.  To calm his trouble mind he was
again sharpening his sword before he set upon the road.  It was the new sword
forged in Qohorik, by Master Arik Strake.  It was not Valyrian steel like Ice,
but it was still a mighty and great sword balanced and fitted for him.    
He was humbled to know that his new sword was made of the same fallen star that
had been used to create the sword that the great man Arthur Dayne had used:
Sword of the Morning.  He sometimes wondered if the blade might be even greater
than a Valyrian blade though - that almost seemed ridiculous and borderline
treasonous to the great swords of that doomed land.  Still, Eddard wondered. 
Its creator implied it was.
Two years ago he had decided he needed a new sword that he could use in
combat.  Ice, while a masterpiece of Valyrian metallurgy, was really only a
ceremonial sword.  He wanted to be able to hand down a second heirloom to the
new warden of the North when the time came.
To that end he had put out a call to a great swordsmith who resided in White
Harbor.  Theodal Sparr was renowned throughout the North for his work.  Eddard
had sent him the dimensions of the sword he wanted, and the balance he sought. 
He had heard nothing back and was not pleased.  It was not that he felt
slighted as the Warden of North, it was simply a matter of poor customer
relations and simple bad manners.  He was about to send a raven to Theodal when
Eddard was told that there was a strange fellow named Arik Strake who had come
all the way from Qohorik to see him.  He said he had Eddard Stark’s sword with
him, and that it was ready.  The smith had told the guard to tell Eddard Stark
that the brother of Star of the Morning had been forged. That had most
definitely gotten Eddard’s attention.
Perplexed, he and his castellan Ser Roderik had gone to meet the man.  He was
clad in a long, black robe that hid his face.  The robe was covered with
cryptic runes and filigree done in silver thread that ran from the cowl of the
hood down to the hem.  The man had an apprentice with him, also strangely
garbed with the same rune covered robe and cowl. 
Strake bowed and offered obeisance to the Great Steward of the North.  He told
Eddard he had journeyed far from his homeland, and that he had been working on
Eddard’s sword for almost twenty-five years so it would be perfect for its new
master.  Strake told Eddard softly, “great magic has been wielded into this
sword, like its brother born many years ago.”
Eddard’s brows flexed in consternation.  He had only decided to have the sword
made four months ago.  He had been a teenager still when this man said he had
begun construction of this sword.  The whole situation made him feel like he
had ants crawling all over him; the strange man made the hairs on the back of
his neck stand on end.
The man then had his apprentice unveil the sword.
The blade was breathtakingly beautiful, pale as milkglass, looking like no
other sword he had seen.  Where Valyrian steel had a dark blue sheen, this
sword was light blue like the summer sky when no moisture was in the air.  The
sword almost shimmered with an inner light.  The cross guard was two snarling
wolves facing outward, and the pommel was shaped as the Sigil of House Stark, a
snarling wolf head. 
Eddard was stunned.  It was slightly smaller and much lighter of hue than the
Morning Star of Arthur Dayne, but it was unmistakably of the same ilk.
“Take it, Eddard Stark.  It was made for you.  You will do great deeds with
this sword.”
“What is its name?” the stunned Stark asked, slowly reaching out to take the
sword.
“It is named ‘Evening Star’.”  Eddard stopped the motion of his hand. This
choice of name for the sword again made his hackles rise.  The name choice so
obvious as to invoke a strong reaction with Eddard.  Eddard could feel great
magic pulsing in the air.  Magic always made him wary.
“What is this sword made of?  How did you forge it?”
The man tilted his cowl covered head.  “It was forged of metal from the heart
of a fallen star.  The same star used to make the sword wielded by the knight
you killed a generation ago, Arthur Dayne.  Long have I forged it with the
hammer of the gods.”  Was the man using hyperbole? Eddard wondered.
“It has the same properties of the finest Valyrian blades.  It is as strong and
sharp, but even lighter and with more tensile strength.  This blade cannot be
broken or reforged.  It is as permanent as the mountains or the deep seas. I
have labored and toiled, filling it with magic and desire the equal of your
blade, Ice.
“It has many of the same qualities of the Krill of Loric Vilesilencer.  It can
withstand any magic and cut the magic that it opposes. You and the Lion, with
this sword’s brother, will have need of these swords unique qualities.
“The Lion and the Wolf shall put down great evils.”
“Who is this Lion of Dorne?  I know no such Lion.”
“You have known of the Lion of Dorne for many years.  In time the scales will
be lifted from your eyes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you will. I have labored twenty-five years to make this sword.  I
beg of you to take it.”
Eddard tentatively reached out and took the sword and gasped.  The blade felt
almost alive in his hand, and he was filled with ecstatic energy.  He forgot
all his worries about this strange blade and its origins. He slashed and
parried and then stopped to look at the swordsmith.  “What is this strange
energy I feel in this sword?”
“It is youself, Eddard.”
“What?”
“I cannot say more.  Take what is freely given and bear it well, Eddard Stark. 
The world has great need of you and that sword.  The Lion will take up its
sword and remake it into their image.  Each of you will fight great evils in
the future.”
“You mean the Ice King?”
“There are other ills and vile portents in this world Eddard Stark.  You will
need this sword, as the Lion will need theirs.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Eddard asked the man who was already
turning to leave.  The man started to walk towards the open gate.
“Wait!”
The man stopped, turning his head back.
“How… how much do I owe you?”
“As I have said Eddard Stark … it is freely given.” And with that, the
swordsmith from a far away land walked out of the castle Winterfell, and into
the early morning mist to quickly disappear along with his apprentice.  Eddard
did not give pursuit.  That would have tarnished the great gift that had been
so freely given.
Eddard snapped his mind back to the present.
He needed to leave before the midnight hour to start his journey to the latest
meeting he needed to make in his Game of Thrones. It made him miss fighting on
the battlefield.  He preferred the kind of fight where it was simply his
physical skills against the physical skills of his opponent on a field of
battle.  Something real, and not ethereal.
He polished Evening Star reverently.  If he succeeded in his goals with this
meeting, he would be in a much more advantageous position with the Queen of the
South.  Soon he would have to make a clean break and wanted to be prepared for
that moment as best he could.
Suddenly, Catelyn burst into the room, greatly agitated.  She was flustered and
took several deep breaths to calm herself.
“Eddard, I absolutely refuse to be put off any longer.  Do you know what I just
heard? Do you?!”
Eddard set his sword aside and patiently waited.
“I heard a remark from Lady Berena of Hornwood that Sansa was becoming an old
maid and getting to be past her prime!  Can you believe that?!  We must act,
Eddard.  You must finally put an end to their foolishness!”
“Cat. Sansa is only nineteen. Hardly an old maid I would think!”
“No! You are not sidetracking me anymore.  It is high time that our girls
perform their duty and take a husband that has been arranged to strengthen our
House!”
“Even if they don’t want to do this?” Eddard asked gently.
“Yes.  I did my duty, and now it is time for our daughters to do their duty.”
“And marry a man they don’t even know?  To marry someone who is a complete
stranger? … Like you did me?”  Eddard ended softly.
Catelyn stopped and stared at him.
“Eddard … Don’t make it sound like that … yes, you were a stranger when we
first met, but I quickly came to love the man that you are. Like our girls
will.”
“And what if I had been like Robert Baratheon or Joffrey Baratheon?  How would
you feel then, Cat?”
Catelyn Tully was silent a long minute, looking off into space.  Finally, she
spoke: “It doesn’t matter—we all have our duty to perform, Eddard.”
Ned decided that now was the time to fight this battle.
“No Cat.  In this we are through with duty.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Cat asked, not liking the timbre of her
husband’s words.
“It means, Cat, you will stop harassing our daughters to marry men they do not
want.  It means that we will allow them to select their own mates. Their own
loves.”
“That is silly, Eddard.  Arya, yes, we must find her a suitable husband yet but
Sansa already has given her heart to Loras Tyrell. Why they keep putting off
their nuptials I don’t understand.  But it past time for them to marry. I
demand it.  Sansa will not become an old maid.  Do you hear me?”
Eddard sighed. “Cat, sit down.”  When she hesitated, he patted the spot on the
bed beside him. His wife sat down, giving him a wary look.
“Cat … Sansa is indeed in love, but not with Loras.”
“What?! … but… but then, who?”
“She is in love with Margaery Tyrell, and Olenna has given her blessing.”
Catelyn jumped up off the bed. “That is unnatural … my daughter cannot love
another woman!  I forbid it!” she screeched.
Eddard sighed again. “You will not forbid anything, Catelyn.  Our daughter is
in love with Margaery and Olenna fully supports it.  I support it as well, and
they will wed.”
“No this is not possible.  Margaery must have used magic, or, or some potion to
ensnare my sweet, innocent angel-”
“I think it was mutual, Cat.”
“No! Margaery must have raped Sansa!”
“Cat! Stop it right now! Listen to yourself!  Be careful what you are
saying—who you are accusing!”
“No!  I will …  I will-” and she came to a halt.  The air seemed to come out of
Catelyn, the full ramifications of what she had heard and what she had said
sinking in.
“How do you know they are in love?”
“Believe me Cat, Sansa made it very clear to me she is in love with Margaery.” 
Eddard then told his wife of how Sansa nearly threw herself to her death to
protect Margaery.
“Maybe Sansa still has her maidenhead.  Then we co—”
“Their hymens are only a distant memory, Cat.  Our ‘sweet angel’ fucked her
brains out for the entire month that the Tyrells were here. She and Margaery
made love constantly.  She is a woman grown with a woman’s appetite.  Let’s
accept the woman she has become, Catelyn.  I like the woman she has become, and
so should you.”
Cat collapsed back down on the bed and leaned into her husband. “I don’t
understand.”
“Learn to accept it Cat, and then you will understand.  Sansa is fortunate to
know and love the person she will marry. We got lucky.  I would prefer Sansa
have more than luck in her marriage partner.  She could have, in a different
reality, easily wound up with Joffroy as her betrothed and not Margaery.  I
shudder at the thought.”
“What about Arya?  No one wants to marry the ‘wild wolf of the North’.”
“I know who will marry our Arya, Cat.”
Catelyn Tully turned to look at her husband curiously.  “Who could possibly
tame our little Arya?”
“Daenerys Targaryen.”
Eddard’s wife at first gaped, and then shot up off the bed again.
“Are you crazy?  Do you know how much danger you are putting our precious Arya
in?  What Game of Thrones you are playing … I forbid IT!”
“Cat, I understand your fear, but it has been foretold … it is prophecy.”
“What can you possibly mean?  Who has prophesied this?  Who?”
“Bran.”
Catelyn Stark just looked at her husband with her mouth silently working. Then
Eddard saw recognition fire in his wife’s eyes.
“ ‘The Direwolf and Dragon must lie to together.’  You are taking a mighty big
risk with our daughter, Eddard.  You know that don’t you?”
“Yes Cat, I do, but I know I am right.  We both have known for years but not
accepted that our daughter is gay.  We tried to fool ourselves.  We have tried
and tried to change her to be something she is not.  If we were to ever to
truly try and force her on this she would either rebel against us and flee to
never be seen again or we would break her spirit.  I love my daughter too much
to do that to her Cat.  She is a warrior and I for one will let her go south to
the Warrior Queen.  There our Arya will win Daenerys Targaryen’s heart. Mark my
words.”
“But what if you are wrong?”
“I’m not.”
“But how can you be so sure?”
“Call it instinct, call it intuition, but I trust myself.  The Godswood
supports my decision.  I am sending Arya South soon.  She will first become the
Queen’s royal hostage and the Queen will fall in love with our little girl. You
know Arya, once she sets her mind on something she has a single minded focus. 
Sansa tells me she has been planning how to kiss Daenerys Targaryen.”
“Planning to kiss Daenerys?  What could be so difficult about that?”
“Arya thinks the queen is six and a half feet tall.” Eddard chuckled.
“From what I read she is barely five feet.” Catelyn chuckled at the
misconception herself.
“It doesn’t change the fact that you are truly risking her life, Eddard.”
“I know Cat, but this way Arya gets the woman of her dreams and we help save
the realm from the Ice King.  If he wins in the coming war it won’t matter what
else we do.”
Catelyn went over to the window and looked out of it as Eddard waited
patiently.  “I had such great hopes for our daughters marrying well.  That they
would each marry into a great House, bringing even more honor to House Stark.”
“Cat, stop and think … Sansa is marrying Margaery of House Tyrell and Arya will
marry into House Targaryen, who just happens to be Queen of Westeros and
Essos.  How much more mighty can our House become?” He stood behind his wife
and ran his arms around her waist, kissing the top of her head.
“I will try to accept all of this Eddard … it is just so earth shaking … how do
you do it?”
“I love my daughters,” was the simple heartfelt reply.
“I will try Eddard … I will try.  I do want my daughters to be happy.  I do.”
She paused a moment. “I have something to tell you, Eddard.”
“What, my wife?’ Eddard asked, kissing his wife’s hair again.
“I’m pregnant.”
Melisandre
Melisandre’s mouth was full of her wife’s sweet wet pussy as she sucked on the
slimy cunt meat in her mouth.  Her head pumping up and down as she sucked and
stretched the slimy cum soaked camel toe she was devouring.  Her head was on a
pillow helping her tilt her head forward as she ate Ygritte out feverishly. 
Ygritte was on top of her in sixty-nine snuffling as she waggled her head
pulling and stretching her mouthful of Melisandre’s pussy.  The fiery redhead
growling aggressively as she ate her deep auburn colored hair wife out. 
Ygritte pulled on the cunt meat in her mouth as her tongue slide all over the
slimy labia lips and snail snot in her wife’s sweet dark red slit.  She sucked
her wife’s cunt meat deeper into her voracious sucking mouth. 
Then Ygritte mashed her head down snuffling as she slurped and tongue lashed
Melisandre’s gooey slit.  The woman whose hair was kissed by the sun growling
as her head made a lapping motion running her tongue hard up and down
Melisandre’s sloppy wet trench and driving her tongue deep into the
Shadowbinder’s wet cunt hole.  Ygritte swirled her tongue in her wife’s
succulent cum filled honey hole.  Then Ygritte’s mouth glued itself to the
steamy fuck hole and sucked in mouthfuls of slimy cunt meat sucking the cum off
the slimy folds.  Deep throated guttural groans purred out of Ygritte’s chest
as she slurped and rolled her wife’s cunt meat in her mouth.
Melisandre loved feeling her wife’s weight on her.  The feel of Ygritte’s
sweaty body writhing down on her body.  Melisandre gripped her wife’s taunt ass
cheeks and pulled Ygritte’s sloppy wet trim down hard into her lapping mouth. 
Melisandre’s head made a lapping motion as she licked her wife’s dripping slit
and then drove her tongue deep into Ygritte’s fiery cum filled cunt. 
Melisandre glued her mouth to Ygritte’s cunt hole and sucked in her own
mouthful of cum slavered cunt folds and munched happily.
Melisandre tilted her head back for a moment and moved her right hand off her
wife’s taunt ass cheek and pulled some long strands of her auburn hair that had
somehow gotten between her lips and her wife’s sweet gash.  Melisandre ripped
the strands back and out of the way their red tresses smeared with glistening
cum and Ygritte’s thick musk impregnating the hair strands.  She would savor
the musk of her wife’s twat in her hair as they fell asleep.  Hair removed
Melisandre surged her head up and swallowed another mouthful of divine soaked
cunt meat and happily munched on the slimy folds.
They had cummed so many times already.  Both of their bodies were dripping
sweat up and down the length of their bodies.  Cum was slavered all over their
mounds, asses, bellies and upper legs.  Their sweaty bodies were constantly
slipping and jerking over each other. 
They had been in this positon for almost ten minutes ravenously devouring each
other relishing their closeness.
Melisandre had come to love Jon as much as Ygritte.  She adored her husband
both in and out of the bed.  He was so considerate and giving.  He knew his
wives needed plenty of alone time to fuck and love one on one. 
Not that she did not adore fucking Jon with Ygritte.  Feeling his cock pounding
her cunt and feeling his dick shoot ribbons of his precious semen deep in her
belly flooding her womb as she screamed in orgasm.  She loved watching Ygritte
clawing his body as her back arched and she screamed so loud feeling his dick
shot out hot wads of cum again and again into her womb.
Or when he pulled out spent pussies or pounded assholes and cummed all over
their faces soaking them in his semen and they ravenously licked and kissed it
off each other’s faces and swallowing his cum moving it from mouth to mouth.
But now it was about only her and Ygritte.  She had gripped her wife’s body
just forward of her hips and jammed her back into her mouth where she had
swallowed most of her wife’s little plump cunt.  Melisandre pulled on the slimy
folds and her tongue wormed into the slimy folds and slapped hard and fast the
clit jutting out its sheath.
She felt Ygritte’s head lift off her cunt and press into her thigh and she
could feel Ygritte’s face slashing hard on her sweaty inner thigh.  Ygritte’s
body first froze for a handful of seconds and then began to flip and jackknife
violently. 
"Ooonnngghiieee!" Ygritte wailed, thrashing her head slamming it into
Melisandre’s thigh as her body convulsed violently.  Ygritte’s clenched her
teeth as a scalding ecstasy poured through her quivering body. "Annghh! Oh!
Unnmmgghiiee! Oh Melisandreeeeee oowwwwghhhhhaaaaa! Arruunnggggggggggg!” the
little sun kissed Free Folk woman bucked jamming her cunt back into her wife’s
hot gobbling mouth.
Finally her orgasm began to wane and though hammered nearly senseless the small
Shadow Binder lifted her head and glued her mouth to Melisandre’s cunt and
sucked her clit deep into her mouth and sucked it in and out through her
clenched lips. All the while the small woman pumped her head pulling her wife’s
upper vulva and clitoral hood deep into her mouth.  Ygritte avidly lapped the
folds sucked deep into her mouth.  Ygritte stretched them out and then pushing
down with her head and pulling up fast stretching her wife’s clitoral hood and
upper cunt again and again.  Her mouth glued at the base of Melisandre’s
clitoral hood tormenting with hot sucks and fast flicking tongue swipes.
The fiery redhead’s tongue was like a fast striking adder drilling her wife’s
clit relentlessly.  Melisandre had been lathing her spent pussy slurping up
Ygritte’s creamy cum. 
Then Ygritte smiled into Melisandre’s cunt as she devoured it feeling
Melisandre’s body start to stiffen and shake violently as her back arched.  The
tall deep red colored head of her wife jammed back hard with a sudden jerk. 
Melisandre’s head slammed into the pillow on the mattress titling her head back
her eyes squeezed shut tight.  Melisandre’s felt her womb twist and then
explode tearing her cunt inside out with searing fucking ecstasy.
"AAWWOOGGGGGGG! OOOWWGGNNGGGGG! AUNNGGHIIIEEE!" Melisandre screamed out,
groaning loudly as a fierce, shattering orgasm wrenched her writhing body.
"Onnngghhh! Awwwonnnnggg! Ungghh! Oh gods . . . ohhhh! Auungghhiiiieeee!" her
body flipped up into the down pressing body of Ygritte.  Ygritte loved how her
body was bucked up and down by her wife’s violently jackknifing body. 
The small woman had released her wife’s clit and lowered her face and opened
her mouth wide over wife’s cunt hole drinking down the hot gushes of steamy
creamy cum flooding her mouth to overflowing.  Ygritte swallowed in ragged
gulps the sweet cum flooding out her wife’s spamsing womb as her lips continued
to press to her wife’s cunt hole.  Her tongue flailing sweet slimy cunt meat. 
Her chin grinding into Melisandre’s clit helping to prolong her wife’s orgasm
with several more fierce seizures of hard cumming.
Finally, Melisandre began to come down from her orgasm. She was softly weeping
she was so much in love.  Melisandre was in love with her sweet wife, who
returned that pure love back to her.
Tiredly, Ygritte turned around and weakly collapsed down onto Melisandre’s
body.  Her tired, swollen, wet pussy pressed into her wife’s belly.  Ygritte
stretched her short legs down Melisandre’s long legs as her wife pulled their
bodies tight and their mouths sought and found each other.  Their tongues wetly
entwined around each other. 
Melisandre pulled the covers over their bodies as they kissed in post coital
bliss.
They were as close as two souls could become.
They hugged each other tight as tongues continued to stroke each other in pure
love.
They slipped the bounds of their exhausted bodies.
Their consciousness’ bound together as one and moved North at a speed that was
a dizzying blur of trees and homesteads whipping by, their speed unburdened by
the laws of the physical body.  They were soon in the high north of Westeros, a
place where the sun rarely broke over the horizon at this time of the year.
The cold was a deadly biting force.  Freezing death always present on the
constantly blowing freezing wind.  They did not feel it.
The looked down at the Ice King’s camp, their senses attenuated in this form. 
They continued on with their astral projection to a bog a short distance away.
Their joined consciousness sank into the bog but did not feel the numb,
shocking cold of it.  They continued pushing their spiritual selves down ever
deeper into the bog, the cold slimy water and plant fiber moving though their
essences unfelt.
Then, they had arrived.  They were at the bodies of an elk that had been
trapped in the bog and a great sabre cat that had come to feast on the trapped
animal before it to found itself trapped by the icy embrace of the bog as it
pulled both down to their deaths.
They swirled around the long dead animals. Their essences flowed into the great
elk this time.  Many times they had made this journey, choosing the long dead
animals in turn.  Their souls filled the rigid, rotting limbs with strength and
purpose.
The elk thrashed and struggled, five minutes later it broke the surface of the
bog and struggled to the shore.  A mindless drowned animal, but now this animal
could navigate out of the frozen water.  Dead eyes suddenly blazed blue and the
elk shambled forward and into the camp of their dread enemy.
To all around them they were just another dead minion walking and shambling
mindlessly, awaiting commands to do their master’s bidding.  The dead moved and
slumped from place to place filled with a restless desire.  They were awaiting
their summons, eager to give themselves for their master and his ever
increasing army.
The two witches kept their souls buried deep.  They could not allow their shock
and disgust to register on the decomposing animal and its movements.  They had
to keep their essence deep in dead flesh to go unseen.
They watched the Ice King vomit into a large bowl as the demon baby on his back
chewed on his throat and clawed his body.  They could feel their united evil
essences feeding each other, making each other stronger.
They watched the transformed giant children taking small sips from the bowl
that made their bodies glow bright blue as an unnatural growth spurt caused
their bodies to writhe and grow another fraction taller.
Then some small children were brought forward, screaming and crying.  The
oldest was no more than five years old.  They were forced to drink from the
bowl, and a hideous transformation came over the children as they were changed
into Ice Wrights and led off.  The Ice King was growing his army at a furious
pace now.
The two witches were burning with anger but could do nothing to stop his
heinous transformations.  They hated the vile entity of the Ice King and the
loathsome thing on its back. They longed to kill them, but knew they were not
even close to powerful enough.
Only with their husband and the Direwolf and the Dragon together could the Ice
King be killed and again buried deep in the frozen Earth.
The witches in their purloined elk moved with its unsteady gait looking at the
vast hordes of dead that seemed to stretch to the horizon in all directions. 
Many of the dead were in an advanced state of decay, while others were so fresh
they looked nearly alive. The dead bodies were all filled with an icy, hateful
life that that only fire, dragon glass or magic weapons could extinguish.
So many dead and so few weapons to kill them with.  Jon complained to them at
night after lovemaking how pitifully few were the weapons necessary to fight
the Ice King and his minions.  They had to hope that Eddard Stark could bring
north the full might of Westeros; that he would find the weapons necessary to
fight the evil dead and their masters.
They moved around a while longer, watching the Ice Wrights in their camps
eating the flesh of frost-bitten elk and reindeer.
Their hearts broke seeing the youths that had their lives cut short as they
grew into Ice Wrights.  The Ice King came to their small camps and vomited
again into his bowl, letting his growing children drink until they grow taller
and even colder than before, their eyes glowing bright blue with hate for all
life that had hot blood in their veins.
They looked again at the hideous thing that clung to the neck and back of the
Ice King.  Its teeth were constantly working into the Ice King’s throat, and
they could see the demon baby swallowing icy blue blood from its host, its toes
jerking and clawing into the Wight King’s body.  It should have been painful,
but the Ice King did not seem to feel it at all.
The witches slowly moved in a wide, deviating path back to the bog.  They
shambled their elk by the throne that Ice King had set up.  The throne was not
an ornate construction.  It was basic in form but did have ornate spirals
projecting up off the back of the seat.  He rarely sat in it, so often moving
among his camp feeding his children and maintaining order.
Hanging off of one the high spiral projections on the back of the throne was an
artifact that made their hearts tremble. It was small and ornately carved with
inlaid runes and banded with gold that was etched with powerful magic. The horn
was only two feet long, slightly curving upward.  It was made from some
Northern onyx, ribbed and jet black.
It was the Horn of Winter. 
They had been tempted to try and steal it more than once, but when they looked
closer they saw powerful wards guarding the throne and even more covering the
horn itself. The Ice King had protected his prize possession well. 
The witches kept their elk stumbling shambling forward until they staggered
back into the bog.  They moved in twenty yards and began to thrash the elk’s
legs, slowly sinking the beast ever deeper into the mire.  Ten minutes later
the elk was once more reunited with its long dead feline brother in their
failed bond of the struggle for life.
The elk went limp once more as the witches fled the frigid, hoary North and
fled to the warmth of their bed in Castle Black.
Back in their sheets the two redheads held each other tight and comforted one
another, crying for the lost children and clenching their teeth in impotent
rage.
The time would come when they would exact their revenge, and when they did - it
would be so sweet.
They held each other, shivering and whimpering at the awful sights they saw
each time they visited the cruel North.  They hugged and snuggled into each
other, seeking comfort in their shared heat and love.
Melisandre played with Ygritte’s hair as she snored softly lying on her side as
Melisandre lay in the large spoon position, pulling her wife’s body tight to
her own.
Melisandre kissed Ygritte’s hair, silently thanking her wife for opening her
eyes about being such a zealot in her worship of R’hllor. Ygritte had shown her
that all the religions of light had elements of the ‘truth’ in them, and
Melisandre had shed her dogmatic zeal.
She heard Jon coming into their room, his slow steps betraying how tired he
was.  He looked over at his wife in the darkly light chamber as the fire burned
low.  He put more logs in the flames and stripped down naked.  He could see
that his wives had visited the far North by the haunted look in his taller
wife’s watching eyes.
Their report could wait till the morning.  He slowly climbed into bed and
Melisandre pulled away so Jon could lay between her and Ygritte.  The small
woman instinctively turned over and snuggled into her husband, smiling.
 Melisandre kissed Jon chastely and put her head into the crook of his arm as
he held her tight, giving her his strength and resolve.
Jon asked softly if all was the same, and Melisandre told him yes but the
children were awful to witness.  He nodded and kissed her hair.  “We will kill
that bastard.  Mark my words, Melisandre.  We’ll gut him.” And he kissed her
hair again.
Melisandre knew that Jon was working with his father to bring Westeros north to
fight the final battle.  She only hoped it would be in time.
Tyrion
Tyrion sat at his desk in the study of the tower of the hand.  He was reviewing
the reports from the provenances and was pleased.  After Myrcella’s constant
stellar statements the other Major Houses had gotten in line.  Of course the
reports from the North, while factual, remained terse and to the point.  That
was one house that would never kiss ass.
The report from Casterly Rock was amusing.  His father bleating about the
cancellation of some of the debt he claimed was incorrectly stricken from the
books.  His father had said certainly the mistake was on the side of the
Throne.  It was not of course, but it did not stop Tywin from arguing. Maybe
his father had not known any better but that would not stop him defending the
honor of House Lannister. That always came before all else - especially his
children as they all found out growing up.  Now the man had no heirs. Sometimes
life was just, Tyrion thought to himself.
He smiled at the thought of his father’s predicament.  He had again sent Tyrion
a personal letter telling Tyrion it was time for him to come home to Casterly
Rock and begin to assume his duties as heir to the House of Lannister. 
Tyrion burned the letter. He knew the truth.  His father was out of options.
He thought back to the meeting that had occurred in the personal quarters of
the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard at the top of the White Sword Tower in the
Red Keep.  The House of Lannister was having an “emergency” meeting.  Tywin and
Kevan were in King’s Landing securing another loan for the Iron Throne, making
a huge profit.
He was hanging in the back of the room, avoiding his father’s withering gaze.
It had been over three years ago.  Jamie had told his father to shove his
‘family duty’ up his ass.  Tywin had again been putting heavy pressure on Jamie
for him to come home and take up the House Seat of Lannister.  Tywin needed to
start training his son on the intricacies of House Rule. 
He had tried to present a circlet to Jamie saying it was time for Jamie to
forsake this inane duty to the crown and come home where he had always
belonged.  Jamie threw the House Circlet to the floor and crushed it underneath
his heel.  His father had actually thought Jamie would come home, and was left
stunned and speechless.
Tyrion laughed at the memory. Jamie had pulled a blushing and mortified Brienne
of Tarth from the shadows and kissed her hotly, passionately until the tall
broad shoulder woman was weak in the knees and mewling.
When Jamie had finally broken the kiss, he turned to look at Cersei.  “I’m
leaving this cesspool and going to the Isle of Tarth to marry Brienne. Close
your mouth, Cersei.  You’ll let flies in.  I won’t be around anymore to cover
you ass anymore … or uncover it either.” He snickered as the Queen went red in
the face and spluttered.
Jamie looked around the room in general “See you losers later.” He looked at
his father. “See you later, cuz.” And then he was gone.
The look on Cersei’s face had been priceless.
Now Tywin had lost Cersei too.  She would not be some heifer for him to marry
off and acquire an heir. Men would have been lining up to get between her legs
and at her golden pelt.  Tyrion had a great and genuine hate for his sister,
but he recognized she was still a ravishing beauty, despite her few stretch
marks and no longer young and perky breasts after having given suck to three
children. She was simply blessed.
She had chosen exile instead of going home, and he couldn’t blame her really. 
His father had been most displeased though.  He had demanded of Doran and
Oberyn that she be returned to Casterly Rock post haste.  He conveniently
avoided the new Queen and her Hand in his ‘requests’.
Tyrion had felt a swell of pride when both Dornishmen had sent ravens to
Casterly Rock and King’s Landing stating this was a matter for the Hand to
decide.
Of course his sister had cost him a fucking fortune!  He had seen the
opportunity to place bets on how quick she would fail.  He did not give her two
days before she was either banished from Drone or was in some saloon drunk off
her ass.  He had been absolutely sure his sister would collapse and fold with
this new road to becoming a ‘warrior’.  She had not.  She always picked herself
up from her exhaustion and trudged on, cursing and spitting bile at everyone as
she did.
He had to smile.  That last part was the sister he knew and loathed.  The most
recent report on her from Dorne had her getting into a brawl with some young
fighting bucks from the sand dunes of the Red Mountains.  Men borne and breed
to be mean and foul tempered.  They were most excellent fighters.  The reports
had them deriding his sweet vile sister as a weak Lannister.  A lioness who had
been kicked out from her pride.  She had knocked out the first one with one
uppercut and then was caught in a wild free-for-all after that. 
He was vexed when he read that Obara had come to her aid yet again. They had
quickly dispatched the others to la-la land after that.  Seven strong,
strapping young men defeated somewhat easily, the missive read.  Cersei kicked
one so hard he threw up before a straight left knocked him out.  The last one
Cersei had choked out with almost effortless ease. 
Where in the hell had his sister gotten such strength and skill?  She had
apparently screamed out “Who is fucking next?!  Who wants to get their ass
kicked by the Lioness of Lannister?!”  She then had continued on: “Anyone else
want to get humiliated by this cunt?!”  Tyrion read sourly that the other men
and women gathered around had slunk off.  Cersei was clearly developing a
reputation.
He was starting to become concerned with what his sister was becoming.  She
could now tear him limb from limb with ease he now sensed.  He would have to
watch his tongue very carefully if they met again.  That would of course be
very hard to do, and he knew that might put him in great danger.  He never
could control his need to get in a quip or one last insult.  He wondered how
much a bodyguard would cost.  A very big, strong, and mean-spirted bodyguard.
Tyrion noted with interest that Cersei did not notice what the observer had. 
Obara was nearly drooling, watching Cersei when she was not looking.  In fact,
Cersei seemed to be going out of her way to ignore the obviously pining Sand
Snake.  The woman was following Cersei around like a lost kitten and her dense
sister didn’t even see it or if she did she did not understand that Obara was
falling in love with her.
What is it with women in my House? Tyrion complained to himself.  They were
like honey to the women of Dorne.  The only thing Tyrion could come up with was
that it must be their blonde hair.
He looked at the ravens from the beachhead that had been established on Seal
bay.  Like the four beachheads further south.  He knew the Queen would select
only two in the South but these had been the four locations and they would
decide where to actually land their forces from this pool of sites.  Tyrion had
been mildly and thankfully surprised that no resistance of yet had been given
yet in the land of the Wolf.  They had seen riders on the second day but by day
four no further signs of activity could be detected.  They knew they had to be
watched but it was from afar and done with great stealth. 
All the beachheads being closely observed they were sure.  Still, there had
been no defense forming at all that he and the generals could see.  The two
beachheads located south of the Weeping Water River, the one ten leagues South
of Ramsgate and the one east of Oldcastle to put White Harbor at risk there was
still no signs of defensive positions or bulwarks being thrown up.  It was
almost like Eddard Stark wanted to the Queen to land huge forces on his
territory.  He may as well have put up road signs saying ‘this way to
Winterfell’. 
They had argued over this in the Klatch of Confidents meetings at night in the
Queen’s quarters to make sure they were on the same page when they went before
the Small Council.  The Queen was adamant that they speak with one voice.  She
did not want point, counterpoint argued in front of the others.  It would only
stir ire and tension.  Tyrion fully believed in the Queen’s wisdom in this.
So far it had worked splendidly.  When all the Small Council heard them
speaking with one voice they quickly fell in step with his and the Queen’s
views and decisions.  It still warmed Tyrion’s heart that the Queen let him
speak and lead the meetings.  She only added her voice to reinforce his views
and to quash major dissent.  They both allowed healthy airing of various
viewpoints but refused to allow it rise to the level of outright hostility
toward them or each other.
When Daenerys made a point with her violet eyes blazing and her body thrumming
with her power of command, people fell in line.
What was that man up to? Tyrion wondered again thinking of this insane Game of
Thrones Eddard Stark was playing.  What sovereign wanted his home invaded and
left his lands totally open for attack? 
Could the Queen, Missandei and Syrio be right?  Were they far enough away from
the source to see something he couldn’t?  There was nothing north of the wall
but legends and tales to scare recalcitrant children into obedience.
He and Barristan were on the side of great caution and making sure to first
pivot towards Winterfell.  To arrive at Winterfell prepared for siege warfare. 
It seemed the logical thing to do.
Tyrion turned to stare into the fire in the hearth.  He wondered about his
second trip to the wall.   He had felt nothing on his first visit but on the
second he had sensed something evil out there.  Something sinister and
malevolent waiting in the trackless leagues of the far North.  Something out
there in the perpetual dark was full of hate and an implacable desire to rend
and kill. He had retreated from the wall as Jon Snow looked down on him with a
sad, wise smile.
Jon Snow knew that he, Tyrion, would explain away what he felt.  His mind would
explain away what his heart told him.  Jon Snow had been right.  Now Tyrion
wondered about it all even more.  Had his instincts in the cold of the Wall
been true?
No matter.  The Great Houses had been thoroughly and heavily training for the
last four months.  They were ready to start forming up to march north if
called, but all hoped it wouldn’t come to that. It would be a major disruption
to the land.  The Queen desperately sought to avoid a full call to arms - she
was indeed so tired of war.
She would march if she must, but she was sending ravens almost daily to Eddard
Stark.  She demanded, cajoled and threatened but all he did was give enigmatic
answers.  ‘He served the realm’ was always what he always came back to.
The South would march against the North if it must.  One thing the North had
learned from Essos was the value of scorpions and trebuchets hurling great
rocks and pouches loaded with great multitudes of small razor sharp rocks.  The
cities of the North bristled with such weapons. 
The Queen had tactics for such weapons but she was loathe to risk her dragons
unless it was totally necessary.  She only had three dragons and they gave the
Queen her power.  But more importantly she loved her dragons fiercely as a
mother.  She would not risk them like Rhaenys had with Meraxes which led to
both of their deaths.
The Summer Islanders and fleets from the Free Cities were reforming.  The new
fleets were mainly transport and clipper style ships to carry supplies.  The
northern ports were blocked by fleets from Westeros Houses of Baratheon and
Dorne and the Summer Islands with contingents from Essos.  Only supply ships
after inspection were allowed in. No mercenary or military supplies were ever
found. Strangely, the North was importing great quantities of obsidian. 
Daenerys had collected a large fleet from the cities she had conquered.  The
former slaves manning those ships were now freemen being paid. Many had been
willing to volunteer for the service.  They had no problem finding recruits. 
The freed slaves wanted to serve and one could say almost needed to serve their
Queen.  They owed Daenerys Targaryen everything. They were anxious to serve and
give their lives if necessary. 
Tyrion turned his thoughts to the audacity of The Queen of Thorns.  He had to
give the old wench her due.  The nerve to come in and set up a runway and
parade the eligible heirs of Highgarden to the Queen.  With minstrels no less!
For a woman, she had balls! He had almost fallen off the side of his Chair of
the Hand when Olenna had called in her granddaughter to walk down the runway. 
This was more than just a clever ploy.
He had watched Margaery looking at the Queen.  The look in the girl’s eyes was
predatory, and Tyrion had felt his cock jerk.  This girl loved women and he had
a mental image of the Queen and Margaery naked and dripping with sweat, their
faces buried in each other’s snatches eating each other out to wailing, cum-
filled orgasms. 
He had squirmed from ass cheek to cheek, wiggling, trying to give his erect
cock room in his suddenly tight trousers.  He had felt a surge of fear looking
over his shoulder at his Queen.  Had she seen? He wondered in fright.  His
knees went weak with relief seeing her eyes occupied, hungrily traveling up and
down the body of the nubile princess of Highgarden.
He admired the old woman from Highgarden.  Her ‘moths’ must have ferreted out
the truth.  He and Varys always used the hidden passageways to bring women to
the Queen, and the royal quarters were far away from the rest of the keep with
thick walls. No one could have known.
Tyrion did have to consider the Spider giving the moth of Highgarden the
information.  One could never be entirely sure of Varys’ complete loyalty.  He
served the Queen, but Tyrion sometimes wondered if he had other intentions as
well.  He couldn’t put his finger on it, but Varys kept himself apart in some
way.  He had spent resources on it and could find no links between the eunuch
to any one house or large powerful group.  For now he had let it drop.  He was
a valuable resource that the realm needed.
Tyrion applauded Olenna’s audacity.  She had hopefully opened Daenerys’ eyes to
the possibility of having a Queen.  He could feel her maudlin spirit on days
when she mulled over her future and her dread of having to marry a man.  She
hated the thought.  She would not really speak of it but Tyrion knew that Dany
despised her previous forced marriages in Essos.
Why she was so afraid of tradition and custom Tyrion was not sure.  She had
half of the world under her direct power and the rest wetting themselves for
the chance to become her allies in strong-bonded allegiances. 
He took a drink from his wine glass, saluting the true force and ruler of
Highgarden.  He wondered if Olenna was enjoying her soggy ride to Stoney Sept. 
Why anyone would want to visit distant family in weather like this was beyond
Tyrion.  It had been storming for the last five days.
He was thankful that Varys had been able to use the unsettled situation in the
North to find some new spies that could actually give him information. 
Receiving news again had been calming to Daenerys.  She was deathly tired of
hearing: “I have nothing to report.”
The North was definitely stocking up on food and wares.  Men and supplies were
on the move all over.  No one pattern stood out, but a definite shift in
northbound movement was deduced.
Again, why?  Tyrion had an answer but a lifetime of conditioning had him unable
to accept it.
What if Eddard is right?  And if he was, were they already too late to respond?
With their preplanning and staging they would be able to move north in half the
time it would usually take. That may still be too long if it was a supernatural
threat.  If it was simply Eddard losing his mind, well, then they had time. 
They would crush him. 
He liked the man.  Tyrion hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
Olenna
The golden trimmed carriage jumped as the wheels came out of the ruts they had
been following.  The slippery mud underneath the rims squirted, causing the
wheels to jump. Olenna cursed the rain again.
She looked across the coach at her grandchildren.  Loras, a warrior, was
unaffected by the jerks and jumps underneath his ass, damn him.  Her
granddaughter, Margaery, grimaced and squirmed as her delicate ass cheeks were
bumped and bruised.
Olenna smiled evilly.  Olenna had seen Margaery’s sweet ass abused before.  An
abuse she willing sought out.  Her dragon eye had seen a naked Sansa spanking
her granddaughter for being ‘a bad, bad girl… trying to prick the great
Direwolf with one of her thorns’. Margaery had been squirming all over Sansa’s
legs as Sansa sat on the edge of the bed blistering Margaery’s ass with her
hard striking palm.  Her granddaughter’s squeals laced heavily with lust filled
Sansa’s bedchamber.  The Tyrell squirmed her ass up into each hard slap of
Sansa’s cupped palm.
At first Olenna had been a little shocked at how into it Sansa got when
spanking her wayward granddaughter.  Margaery had had to cajole and wheedle to
get Sansa to tentatively slap her ass the first time.  Olenna had been shocked
how quickly Sansa got turned on abusing her willing panting granddaughter. 
Five minutes later she was blistering Margaery’s ass and pulling her
granddaughter’s fisted hair so hard Margaery was staring up at the high ceiling
of Sansa’s bedchamber.  Sansa had one hand viciously jerking her
granddaughter’s head up and back half choking her granddaughter while her other
hand cruelly stuck Margaery’s rump.  A rump Olenna observed that Margaery did
not try to squirm away but instead flexed up to take the next searing palm
strike to the cherry red ass cheeks.  Sansa made sure to blister both ass
cheeks as Margaery wailed and sobbed in pain but more importantly pleasure. 
Margaery was squealing like a stuck pig.  Sansa jerked Margaery’s hair even
harder.  Margaery’s breath was half choked off as her throat was pulled so
taunt.  Sansa used her cupped hand to hard smack Margaery fiery red ass cheeks.
Olenna watched Sansa rub Margaery’s cherry red ass cheeks making her
granddaughter coo and mewl.  Then Sansa savagely attacked her granddaughter ass
cheeks again with her cupped palm as her right hand snatched Margaery’s head
forward and back savagely.  Olenna heard her granddaughter pant and moan like a
Lysene pleasure slave.  Sansa shoved Margaery off her legs roughly and Margaery
tumbled to the floor with a loud thump. 
Sansa eyes went large and she gasped “oohhhhh”.  She started to bend down to
help Margaery.  From the floor Margaery whined “Stay in character Saaansaaa!” 
 “Ooohhhh” Sansa breathed in with a look of thought and then vile intent came
over her beautiful pale features.  “Get on your knees you godsdamned cunt and
suck my royal snatch and make me cum hard in your fucking mouth you cunt!” 
Margaery had nearly swooned getting on her knees and burying her face in
Sansa’s muff.
Fuck that had been hot!  She knew Margaery was a freaking kink slut but she
would never had known that Sansa had it in her to be a dom.  Must be a switch
with her passive nature.  She knew eventually they would reunite.  With her
dragon eye Olenna would be ready to observe all their debauchery she was sure
the two would partake of.  She couldn’t wait to see Margaery use her flogger
and cattail on the pale Stark girl’s body.  They would leave such sweet red
marks!  She remember her youth and being under the tail and feeling a flogger
whipping her near senseless filling her with pain and pleasure.
Olenna sighed, lifting up the curtain embroidered with roses prominent with
their sharp thorns.  She so vividly remembered watching and hearing Sansa’s
screams of orgasm as Margaery absolutely devoured her wet dripping honey hole. 
 The screams were almost deafening and the sounds Margaery made were so obscene
as she snuffled eating Sansa out to a second orgasm.
Olenna squirmed on her thick cushioned bench and sighed.  It was funny to sit
there and look at her granddaughter who could seem so virginal when she
desired.  Olenna knew the truth.  Margaery Tyrell was a depraved lesbian kink
slut.  Olenna loved her granddaughter for having the strength and passion to
reach and grasp what she desired.  All this reflecting on great sex was riling
her up.  She needed some alone time.  You never got too old to jill off! Olenna
smirked to herself.
Olenna had kept her secrets until Margaery came to her with her desires and
need to get back to Sansa.  Olenna had asked her granddaughter if she still had
her virtue.  She was proud of her granddaughter when she threw her shoulders
back and did not hide her love or the sex she had shared with Sansa Stark.
A true player of the Game of Thrones needed a strong backbone.
She thought back to how beautiful and sultry Margaery had been on the runway
before the queen.  She had to thank Varys again for helping her to get her
entourage in.  He had been reporting the Queen’s great reluctance to seeing
suitors – in particular male suitors.  She had covered all her bases like she
always did.  Yes, she was a master at the Game of Thrones.
One had to know when to form alliances.  Her moths could fly high to get in a
window where a spider must toil and maybe not even reach the ledge, and what if
the window was closed?  Her moths could fly fast and far while a spider could
only crawl to find an open window.
But.  A spider could go deep into the earth and find the hidden spaces to crawl
into rooms a moth could never reach, their webs capturing all even when they
were not present.
Between them, she and Varys had much of Westeros under their close
surveillance.  Of course she never gave him all her tidbits and neither he to
her.  He had no knowledge of her Dragon Eyes.  That was part of what made the
game so much fun.  Teasing out the truth was half the battle.  They both
thrived on their games of half-truths and veiled insights. Who could sift
through the information to make the best conclusion?  To strike hard and fast
with a true aim when the time came?
Olenna could only hope her aim was true this time.  Had she read the proverbial
tea leaves correctly?  She was soon to find out.
Olenna’s thoughts went back to her “Parade of Roses”.  She had seen the raw
hunger come into Daenerys Targaryen’s eyes when Margaery strutted down the
carpeted runway.  Those hungry eyes followed Margaery and her handmaidens when
they were presented. There was no doubt, the Queen was as gay as Olenna’s girls
on the runway.  She was pleased when she saw this.  Of course she wanted ever
more power for House Tyrell but she had just as great a desire to make her
progeny happy.
She had been at first displeased when her moths came to her with the obvious
lesbian nature of what seemed a whole generation of Tyrells back at Highgarden.
 The whole brood and Loras were totally bisexual?  She could not believe it at
first.  She had waited to see if it was simply girlish exploration of their
maturing bodies, but no, it had been real abiding desire of incestuous lesbian
love. The girls had made sure to keep their maidenheads intact at first, but
one by one they lost them to each other except for Margaery.
Their desire for penetration had been too great.  The moths had reported how
they would slam their fingers in hard and deep finger fucking each other to
screaming orgasms.
She had admired Margaery’s restraint.  She was saving herself.  Of course that
had all ended when she watched through her Dragon Eye Margaery and Sansa
deflower each other their very first night of true sexual intercourse.
 Margaery had spent five nights working Sansa’s body to the point that when
Margaery was ready for them to take each other’s virginities Sansa did not
resist.  Well there had been that spectacular hiccup but they had worked
through that with love and forgiveness.  Although upset at first, Olenna had
lost her anger when she remembered she lost her virginity when she was sixteen
to that stud of a knight in royal service to their family at Arbor on her
island home.  God he had fucked her so good when she could get away to him.
It was all going to work out.  She was playing all the cards she was dealt like
she always did. 
A little later they came to the guard gate on the road.  They had reached the
Tully lands. Passwords were exchanged and the cover guard from Highgarden and
the twenty men in the garb of the trout surrounded the slow-moving royal
carriage and moved on.  The Queen’s guard turned to head back to King’s
Landing.
It was late afternoon and they were still four hours away from the inn they
would spend the night at. Loras was slowly becoming agitated.  “Something
doesn’t feel right grandmother,” he told her while watching the Tully guard. 
“I don’t like this.”
“Calm yourself Loras. Nothing is amiss.” Damn his warrior instincts, Olenna
thought, looking at her grandson as his eyes kept darting outside the carriage.
Olenna had only four house guards accompany them, insisting that they needed to
show their trust in their Queen and the honor of House Tully.  She told Loras
that one must show difference when the time required it.  Loras had argued the
point but eventually stood down when his grandmother had demanded it.
Forty minutes later the Tully guard suddenly turned in and quickly disarmed the
guards of House Highgarden.
“We are betrayed!” Loras cried out.  His sword was in storage in a traveling
chest. He reached for the long dagger at his hip. “I will defend you and
Margaery with my dying breath!” he exclaimed, looking wild-eyed as he waved his
dagger back and forth,
Margaery was frightened, but a feral look was in her eyes too. She would go
down fighting.
“Oh put that dagger up Loras!”
“I will never surrender!”
“Oh shut down your balls for the gods sake, grandson.  I have arranged all of
this.”
“What?!” Olenna heard echoed from her two grandchildren.
“No!  I will defend the honor of House Highgarden!”
“I SAID SIT DOWN!”
Loras looked at his grandmother, stunned.  He sat down and put his dagger back
in its sheath.  He and Margaery looked at her confused.
A man on a beautiful dark destrier slowly approached the royal carriage on the
leeward side where Olenna was sitting.
“Loras, please open the windows.”
Her grandson looked at her perplexed, and then unlatched and pushed the glass
panes back.  The rain blowing pass the carriage and into the rider who came up
to the window slowly.
The man was in a heavy rain cloak, the hood pulled forward.
“Olenna.  I am sorry we must meet like this in the rain far from our homes.  I
hope you are safe and well.”
“I thank you for your courtesy.  You have traveled far to see me.”
“That I have, O Rose of Tyrell.  I only hope to not be pricked by your sharp
thorns.  You are a most dangerous woman Olenna.”
“I did not know you were such a flatterer.  You are a man full of surprises,
Wolf.  Eddard Stark.”
Her grandchildren gasped, seeing the Warden pull his cowl back.
All three Tyrells stared at the man that was Eddard Stark. His muscled, hard
body was on full display in his chainmail. His craggy face was beguiling, the
hard rain pelting his form and soaking his long hair and beard that still
showed no sign of grey.
Olenna looked over at her grandchildren.  Margaery was reconsidering her
lesbian nature and Loras was staring enraptured.
Olenna herself turned to take another look at Eddard.  Gods this was a man!  He
radiated command and power, but it was also laced with honor and patience.
Olenna felt her pussy spasm and clench.
“You are an attractive man … even soaking wet in the rain, you sly wolf.”  She
teased.
“And your beauty is a legend for a reason.” Was his soft reply.
Damn!  Her pussy was getting so fucking wet.  Power always had that effect on
Olenna. She needed alone time, and she needed it bad!  When she reached the inn
tonight she would be jamming a towel in her mouth as she screamed and screamed
into it, masturbating again and again.  It had been some time since she felt so
aroused.  She would take full advantage of it tonight.
“Let us talk of destiny, Olenna.  These are great and dire times.”
“Yes they are.  It seems you plan to make yourself King of the North.”
“Yes it would seem that way.” He flashed his famous grimacing smile that made
women who met him weak in the knees and wet in their snatches.  The man never
even saw it Olenna marveled.  He had eyes only for his wife Catelyn Tully. 
What a shame and waste.
“Is that your goal, Wolf?”
“No. I go to the Wall.  The Ice King comes.  If he is not defeated at the Wall
then all will fall eventually.  Mostly likely sooner than later.  I hope to
entice the Queen to come North with all the hosts of the South.”
“That is a most dangerous game you are playing Eddard.  I like it.  You play
big.  But I have been told since I was a little girl that you Northerners only
defend the realm from ghosts and grumpkins.”
“I fear you have been told false, Olenna.  These nightmares are all too real. 
They come to kill all that live and breathe.”
Olenna shivered at the sheer conviction in Eddard Stark’s voice.
“I do what I must, Olenna.  I will give my life for the realm if it is
required.”
“I believe you would.  But why have you come to me?”
“I need royal hostages.”
“I knew we were betrayed!” Loras shouted out again, grabbing for his dagger. 
Again Olenna gripped his arm to restrain her grandson.  He glared back at her
with both confusion and anger.
Eddard slightly cocked his head looking at Olenna’s granddaughter directly. 
“Margaery,” Eddard softly called to her. She stared at him with her large brown
eyes, confused and intrigued.
“My daughter waits for you at Winterfell. I give my blessing for your union. I
know you and Sansa are lovers and I would have you wed in the Godswood if you
so desire. Will you come?”
“YES! YES! Yes! Yeeessssssssss!” Margaery squealed, already pushing to get out
of the carriage heedless of the rain.
Olenna jammed her forearm into Margaery’s midsection and grunted, pushing her
back into her seat.
She glared at her grandmother.  “I’m going, grandmother!” Margaery shouted, her
voice scaling up.
Olenna glared at her, then turned back to Ned. “Masterfully played, Eddard. 
You know I want the best for my grandchildren.  Now if I say ‘no’ to Margaery
she will be unmanageable.  I usually prefer a more sedate back and forth in the
Game of Thrones, Wolf.”
“This is how I play Olenna. Without guile.”
Olenna’s cunt was sopping wet now. She had been defeated and she was absolutely
wet.  Gods,she wailed to herself, why couldn’t I have been born a generation
later?  This is a man who I would have willingly orbited around.  He is a man
worthy of following.  I would have supported him from the shadows and we could
have made Westeros great!
Gods he would fuck me so good. The older woman sighed.
“I have lost, I know, but why should I trust you?  You already know I will… but
why?”
“I am sending Arya south to the Queen.”
Olenna whistled through her teeth.
“Gods Eddard!  I’m impressed.  You are taking a great risk, you know.  You
really are playing the Game of Thrones. And with your own daughter.”
“Aren’t you playing the Game with your grandchildren?”
“Yes. Yes I am.” She turned to her grandson. “Loras, will you go with Margaery
to ‘protect’ her?”
“You know I will never leave Margaery undefended, grandmother.”
Olenna rolled her eyes.  Gods, men and their cocks.
Olenna watched Margaery and Loras ride off with Eddard.  Margaery had
complained loudly they needed to be off immediately.  She was antsy like she
had ants in her knickers as she rocked from foot to foot in her impatience to
be off and back to Sansa.   “We need to be off godsdamnit!” Margaery groused as
she waited for the horses to be brought forward and traveling cloaks provided.
Gods damn that man!Olenna thought.  He knew I would send Loras too! 
She had to admire Eddard for such a gambit.
Then she sighed.  She knew one of the reasons he was sending Arya south. 
Somehow he knew his little wild “wolf child” would win the Queen’s heart.
Olenna knew that Eddard had won the duel.  She had not fought much.  He had
Olenna convinced now that there was indeed something evil coming South.  It
must be opposed by all of Westeros if they were to live.
If her daughter wed the first princess of House Stark, the House of Tyrell
would be aligned with what would be probably the second most powerful House in
Westeros behind House Targaryen.  Eddard fully intended his youngest daughter
to wed the Queen of Westeros.  The man reached far.  Olenna admired that
greatly.  Eddard Stark and Daenerys were both great players of the Game of
Thrones.  Having her granddaughter wed to Sansa would be to her great
advantage.  Her advantage was Highgarden's advantage.  She had been willing to
marry Margaery off to Daenerys.  Marrying her off to Sansa was almost as good. 
The bargain was worth it.  Olenna could not help but be impressed with Eddard's
gambit.
But the courage of this man.  Gods!  The chances this man took for his
children.  Her pussy pulsed again.  Olenna’s eyes lit up once she realized she
was finally alone. Only her “Honor Guard” were left and the supposed Tully men
who formed a loose wicket around the royal carriage.  Eddard’s men ranged out
far and wide to provide a protective net for Olenna.  They would guide her to
the Inn and then post themselves out of sight, providing protection until men
from the true Tully guard came to relieve them.
Her royal guards were her most trusted men.  She had hand selected each and
every one of them.  Each were great swordsmen but had gained their position in
her ranks because they had been her most respected and cagey moths in the
military. She had absolute faith in their silence, and their oath to stick to
the story she had concocted to tell both House Tully and the Queen.  She knew
House Tully was in with Eddard but she had to play her part convincingly. That
was part of the Game of Thrones.
She told her captain of the guard she wanted to be alone for a while to think,
and to take his time getting to the inn.  Then she jerked the drapes closed.
Her clothes were soon flying off in all directions.  The guards never heard her
screams of ecstasy, or noticed how the carriage jerked strangely over the next
few hours.
Daenerys
Daenerys could not believe the news she had received. Ravens from Olenna, Mace
Tyrell and Edmure Tully, all complaining vociferously about the abduction of
Margaery and Loras Tyrell.  Mace and Olenna were outraged that she could so
easily lose their daughter and granddaughter.
How could Loras and Margaery be abducted on the way to Stoney Sept?  In House
Tully territory? They had each blamed her for a lack of security suggested she
was entertaining spies in her court.
It was fucking unfair!  It had happened in Tully lands for crying out loud and
they are blaming me!
She had lost her mind with her Klatch of Confidents.  She dare not show
confusion and weakness before any other than her closest advisors and friends. 
She had raged, stomped her feet, pinched her nose repeatedly.  How in the fuck
had this happened?  She had raged as her friends nodded sagely.
Daenerys sighed and went to look out the window.  The rain had stopped, but the
clouds still scudded high in the sky blowing west to east.  The landscape was
drab and angry looking in the dull light.
The Queen pinched the bridge of her nose and slowly bumped her forehead into
the wall beside the window.
That had not been enough.  She had called Tyrion and Varys to her personal
quarters and royally chewed their asses out and asked them how this could have
happened. It was their personal duties to be connected and informed but again
events were catching them totally off guard.  Tyrion had defended all on the
small council and Varys told her in a certain, confident voice that no one had
sung about Olenna’s itinerary. So few persons could have even known of this
side trip to the Stoney Sept.
Daenerys had ranted and raved until she saw Tyrion deflating and Varys going
stoic, no longer defending himself or throwing twisted barbs back at her.  She
had calmed after that. Gods it was so fucking frustrating, having to sift
through the half-truths of the Game of Thrones.
She asked them both how Eddard could have possibly known of their excursion. 
Varys was convinced that a spider or moth that howled instead of singing must
have been in the Royal Court of House Tully while Tyrion thought it must be
someone in Olenna’s retinue.  Only a person that close could have had such
intimate knowledge of route and timing. Eddard had made his abduction at the
most opportune place and time.
Daenerys went back to her desk and sat down mulling over the situation.  Eddard
now had two very valuable hostages.  Hostages that had Mace Tyrell demanding a
Northern execution after a southern retrieval.
It would take months to organize and move north, even now with all of the work
she’d done to prepare for this eventuality.
She sighed.  The gates were closed at the Twins, and Moat Cailin was a death
trap. She would have to force her way through.  She knew the defenses of all
the cities were bristling with scorpions.  She was truly stating to hate that
word.  She would not risk her dragons!
She beat her forehead on the table.  She could invade the beachheads she had
made, but if Eddard attacked it would be bloody.  She did not want to fight a
war on her homeland!
Daenerys had her own ideas about who gave out the information. She wondered
what the hell you would call the spies of Tully. She thought about the Trout
sigil. Guppies? Minnows? She grimaced.  At least with House Stark she could
come up with foxes or jackals.  Not very small or stealthy, but better than a
slimy fish.
She kept going over who could have possibly leaked the information and her
intuition kept going back to one person:  Olenna.
She had taken her time in getting to the inn after the abduction.  The rider’s
horse she sent up to Riverrun had come up lame.  She had insisted on extreme
secrecy as she waited at the inn.  It was a royal matter of the highest
import.  She had finally sent out a rider to Stoney Sept and sent a raven to
Highgarden - not to her Queen, who was a hell of a lot closer. 
By the time Daenerys knew anything was amiss ten days had already passed.  With
horses pre-positioned to keep fresh mounts underneath the captors, it was too
late by the time Daenerys knew of the abduction.  But even if it had not been,
the rainy weather and low cloud ceiling limited her dragons and their ability
to scan large swaths of land as they flew over it.
Olenna had said in her messages that she was completely addled by her ordeal,
she had nearly come undone with the ‘vapors’.
What the hell were vapors?! Daenerys had fumed.  This woman thrived on
“vapors!” She had to be lying, but she would never be able to prove it.  All
her honor guard had given the same answers to any questions asked.
But why?  The woman had made a hard play to win the Queen’s favor for her
grandchildren. 
Just the same, she could not shake the feeling that the woman had let Eddard
Stark take her grandchildren.
She could never accuse her of this of course, and Olenna knew this.
What could Eddard have offered her to get her release her grandchildren to him?
What was her game?  What was his game?  What advantage was Olenna trying to
achieve?
She thought she knew what Eddard was out to achieve.  Even if they marched
north they would have to show great restraint now.  If Kisseri had lived, and
they had somehow gotten ahold of her, she would have been nearly immobilized
with fear and the need to keep her adopted daughter safe.
What a master stroke.  Come north Queen, but be very careful in what you are
doing.
Why would Eddard do all this?  For a man who supposedly hated the Game of
Thrones, he was proving to be a master.
She was beginning to believe more and more in what the north knew:  “Winter was
Coming.”  Eddard believed it.  Could something from eight thousand years ago
still come back to haunt man from so long ago.  How?  Why now?  What had
changed?
She had prepared for a militarization of her lands.  She still needed about
five months to get her forces north once she made the decision to move.  To do
this though she would totally disrupt all her plans for change and improvements
for Westeros and Essos.  She would wait yet.
Eddard had not declared his independence and Tyrion assured him he would never
declare himself King of the North.  Therefore, Daenerys hesitated.
She knew that if she marched north she would have to appear to only want to
march on Winterfell.  But if she was right, then that was only a stopping point
on her way to the Wall and destiny.
She had fought hard to be Queen, but times like this were so trying.  What was
the truth?  How much force should she use?
She let her mind wander back to Olenna’s Parade of Roses. The event had given
Daenerys a small sliver of hope.  It was clear that Olenna had no problem with
offering her granddaughter to her – and if she had been willing, perhaps others
would be as well.
That hope was dashed by the reactions she witnessed around the Small Council
table.  Then crushed further by all of the spiteful comments in her still
coalescing court and amongst her guards from Westeros and Essos.  Her Dothraki
supported her no matter what since she was the Mare Who Mounted the World, but
even they wondered why she would choose a filly when she could have a strong
bucking stallion between her legs.
Gods she hated men sometimes.
It hurt, and she damned the patriarchal world she had been born into.  She
could not break Westeros just for the right to marry whom she wanted.
She heard the hearth stone move, and thanked the gods.  She whirled around,
instantly getting wet.  Gods she needed a distraction from all this Game of
Thrones.  She needed release!
She tensed when a small, white-haired woman of obvious blackfyre descent
stepped up into her bedchamber.  She was already nude, and breathtakingly
beautiful.  Her nipples were erect, and cunt already slick.  As Daenerys
stepped up to the woman no taller than herself, she reeled with lust smelling
the woman’s musk already flooding the room and Daenerys’ nostrils.  Daenerys
could see the young vixen’s pupils were full blown with lust for her Queen. 
Her lilac irises intoxicating.
Daenerys slowly stripped before the former slave until she was as naked as the
woman before her.  They stared hungrily at each other.  The former Lysene slave
whimpered, staring hungrily at the Queen’s shaved muff.
“What is your name, you beautiful vision of old Valyeria?”
“Jaehnae Arlaeris”
“I’m going to fuck so good Jaehnae—I’m going to make you scream your throat
raw.”
“Uunnggggg! Oh my Queen—fuck me! Plleeasseeeeeee!”
Daenerys cupped the back of the Valyrian’s head and pulled their mouths
together.  Mouths first tracing and nibbling on lips but then hungrily opening
to allow tongues to play hotly in their mouths.
Daenerys looped her arms around the tiny woman’s waist as the woman jumped up
and locked her legs around Daenerys naked body.  Daenerys moaned hard feeling
the woman’s wet cunt wallowing on her stomach.  Their mouths locked the whole
time as tongues wetly swirled from mouth to mouth.  Daenerys stood their
reveling in the close intimate clench of raw lust.  Their tongues alive with
fuck need as the Blackfyre woman humped her wet cunt up and down Daenerys hard
flat stomach soaking it in her hot slimy love juice.
Daenerys carried the woman over to her desk as Jaehnae now nibbled on
Daenerys’s throat with hot licks and kisses and then Jaehnae sucked in a
mouthful of sweet tender throat flesh and sucked it viciously through her
teeth.
“Ooowwwgggggg!” Daenerys cried out in shocking pleasure. 
Fuck the reports.  Daenerys used one arm to fling the reports to the floor and
leaned forward pushing her long distant kinsmen to the desktop and climbing on
top of the woman and pressing her body down on the woman’s as their wet cunts
found hip and belly. 
They kissed ravenously as pussies humped wantonly on heated needy flesh.
Gods I need this Daenerys thought as she gagged in helpless pleasure feeling
Jaehnae’s tongue wetly shove into her mouth again and start wrestling her
tongue with avid hunger.
Sansa
Sansa looked out over the battlements of Winterfell in the midday light, sullen
with the heavy rains. It was autumn, the rainy season, and she hated the
endless storms that rolled across the lands of the north at this time.
She felt the rain start to fall down heavily upon her.  She gazed out down the
King’s Road that led south.  She had watched it several times a day, hoping to
see her father appear again.
She missed him.  Her mother missed him even more.  She and Arya had been
ecstatic hearing that their mother was pregnant; her mother was so happy to be
with child again – but she needed her husband. 
Once more she looked out into the gloom of the late afternoon, and felt her
heart rise in her chest.  Coming up the road was a group of riders.  They
looked tired and bedraggled, but they were flying the Stark banner. There was
no doubt, it was her father!
She knew he would first want to dry off and see his wife her mother.  She would
see him tomorrow when he was refreshed and ready to again take up the
mobilization of the north.
Relieved, Sansa went back inside, out of the rain.  As she walked down to the
steps to the ground level she contemplated Arya and her upcoming journey south
to King’s Landing.
Part of her felt unclean, withholding the true motivations behind her trip. But
Arya had to be completely innocent of the overall plan.  It was critical that
the Queen found no guile in Arya, and find her free of any guile of the Game of
Thrones being played. In truth, Arya was not suited for it anyways.  She was
called a ‘wild wolf’ for a reason.
Arya was already a warrior woman of legend.  She was untamable.  She would
march to her own drummer and forge her own destiny.  She felt sorry for the
Queen, in a way.  She knew Arya would be like a tornado barging into the
Queen’s life. What kind of impact would Arya have on the Queen?
The Queen was a dichotomy to be sure.  She had shattered cities and
civilizations that had supported the slave trade for over five thousand years. 
She had bells woven throughout her hair from the Khalasars she had shattered
and subsumed to her will.
She had garnered a new respect for Arya as the legends of Daenerys Targaryen
grew as she marched across Essos.  This was what Arya had always aspired to
become. A fierce warrior woman, like Nymeria of old. 
The Queen was such a woman.  She conquered with her own hand.  She then
dispensed justice like her father always had, letting the hand perform what the
mouth demanded.  The Queen had personally executed those that had defied her
after she had offered her hand to help them up off the ground after her
conquests.
She was rebuilding the broken cities and personally breaking the chains of many
of the slaves she had freed. 
Sansa, Robb and her father saw a change as the Queen marched west.  She had
definitely became less violent in her conquests. She moved to a model of
intimidation and subterfuge to achieve many of her victories rather than brute
force.
Then the way she had conquered Westeros had been even more stunning.  She had
taken the whole land by the force of her personality alone.  She still shivered
thinking of the words that the Queen had written in her letter suing for peace
and almost pleading to avoid war: ‘must the strong always forcefully bend the
weak to our will? … can’t we find another way? … a way of peace and justice … a
way towards reclamation for all.’ She shook her head, hearing those noble words
in her mind.
Although those had truly been great words, her three dragons were even
greater.  No House wanted to be the first to go up against the Queen and her
beasts. She had truly become unstoppable.
She knew that Dorne had to have been screaming in her ear the need to crush
Highgarden and Casterly Rock.  Dorne’s implacable attitude towards those Houses
was famous, and still Daenerys took the path of peace. She had risked and won
her prize her own way, and she had done it where no one else could have.
That had to show the true heart of the woman.  She was quick to forbear if she
could.  She wouldforebear with Arya.  Once that happened it, would be over. 
The Queen’s heart would be lost to her sister. Arya had that dangerous, dark
charm that made so many women cream their close silk garments, just as
Margaery’s fire made her own short clothes sopping wet.
Sansa went down the hall to a small meeting room and entered.  Inside were two
men waiting for her.  As she passed them, they bowed their heads in
differential respect.
Brandon Tallhart of Torrhen's Square embraced Sansa genteelly. Once they
separated, Sansa smirked sardonically.  “When the hell are you ever going to
get over that childish crush, Brandon?”
Brandon clutched his heart. “Oh how you wound me, you vile temptress.” 
They both began to laugh.
Sansa asked her childhood friend how his mission was going.
“I have been feeding them the information that I was given.  I give it to my
handler in the small gulps that we discussed.  He is anxious to know more about
troop movements in particular. That, and how much we are building the defenses
up around the major population and power centers in the north.  I have them
convinced them that all the defensive weapons are real even though most of them
are fake. I have them thinking that many of the houses and lords are taking
their men to the ancestral staging areas.  We have them convinced that Deepwood
Motte and White Harbor are much more heavily defended than they really are.”
“Good, very good Brandon.  I am sorry I have asked you to act like the spurned
lover who has turned cruel and spiteful.”
“I’m not worried, Sansa.  If the North is defeated by the Ice King, nothing
will matter.  But, with what you’re helping to achieve that won’t happen.  We
will win.  We must.  My supposed actions will be, at most, a footnote in
history.  In all likelihood it won’t even be remembered for a month.  I am not
worried, my dear friend.”
Sansa smiled again and gave him another chaste kiss on the cheek.
She turned to the other man who was sitting on the edge of the table. He
reached out his hand and shook Sansa’s, smiling. 
“And how is your mission of disinformation going, Khort Tascer?”
The merchant from White Harbor grinned.  “Ah the smell of the grease paint …
the thrill of delivering the perfect line.” He said theatrically.  Khort’s
parents were both master mummers from White Harbor, and he had definitely
inherited their love of attention and putting on a false face.
“It is going well, Lady Sansa.  I have given them all of the information that
you requested all the while complaining about how much this ‘disruption’ is
costing me.”  He bent over and hefted up a money bag and gave it a shake. Sansa
could hear gold dragons clanking nosily inside it. “I have helped my handler to
see the supplies that the North is shipping in.  In particular all of the
dragon glass.” 
Sansa smiled at hearing that.  The North was importing as much obsidian as they
possibly could.  They had made a connection with a merchant in the Summer
Islands that had a source from the borderlands of Asshai.  The man had several
warehouses filled with large stores of obsidian.
In the land of Yi Ti, talismans made of the volcanic glass were considered to
be an aphrodisiac.  Bedrooms across the various principalities had carved black
statues of their love goddesses.  The more wealthy the household, the larger
these statues were. 
Her father had offered to buy all of the obsidian the merchant had, at twice
its value.  The man had been floored with the offer.  Eddard had sent a raven
detailing the reasons for his great need.  It did not matter whether or not the
merchant believed him. Just the same, the merchant had ended up agreeing to
sell the obsidian to him at cost, plus the expense of freight. He had declared
it was a ‘wise business investment’, and promised to sell any further obsidian
he could locate to the north. 
Later the man wrote Eddard and told him that his honor and wisdom was known
even in Tall Trees.
Sansa and Ned felt the Queen was a very intelligent woman.  She would see this
“obsession” with obsidian.  Even if she did not believe in the Ice Wrights, she
still might seek to understand why the North was acquiring so much of it and
then hopefully start making weapons of the precious material like the North
was.
Khort told Sansa that he had delivered false shipping slips to his handlers
listing the supplies that were being sent to Winterfell to make it appear as if
Winterfell was stocking up for a long siege and bringing in the materials to
build up substantial defenses.
Good, she thought.  That, combined with some novel ideas they had come up with
to feed to the Queen should be enough to convince her to come north to
Winterfell.  She only hoped the Queen did not burn the castle to the ground
first.  They had, in reality, no defenses for dragons.  Anything indicating
otherwise was all part of their ruse.
She trusted her father had a plan to stem the wrath of the Queen.  Something
that would force her to stay her hand from using her dragons to burn Winterfell
to slag as Aegon had Harrenhall.
The meeting soon broke up after that.  Brandon laughed as they left, and put
back on his sour, bitter face.  The merchant walked out complaining about being
broke again.
Sansa went to the kitchen and ate a late lunch.  She had come to enjoy eating
with the kitchen staff, it kept her grounded with the common people.  She had
wondered as a child why her father ate with his subjects when none of the other
Houses did.  Now she understood.  It formed a strong, bone-deep bond between
the Starks and the people of the North.
Once sated, she went back to her chambers and got her robe, towels and
nightshirt and went to take a long, relaxing bath.  She had had a full day
already, and would take dinner in her chambers later.
She luxuriated in the bath, cleaning her hair thoroughly and thought again
about how fortunate Winterfell was to have heated water year-round.  Steam from
the naturally occurring springs beneath the castle kept the walls warm, and her
room in particular was warmer than the other bedchambers.  She liked that extra
heat when she masturbated on top of the bed.  Her fingers working their magic
as she thought of a certain rose of Highgarden.  With that thought, Sansa felt
a familiar ache returning between her legs.
She finished her bath and walked with a slightly hurried step back to her
bedchambers.  Her pussy was already swollen and starting to get so wet.  She
smelled her snatch juicing, and she loved it.  Thinking of Margaery always made
her wet.
She went into room and paused.  Gods she had to be feeling it bad for Margaery
this night.  She could almost smell her lover’s scent, roses mixed with
saddlewood.  Sansa breathed in deeply and shook her head.
She went to the dressing screen and hurriedly took off her robe and then her
night shirt.  Once naked she looked down her flat stomach and saw her pussy
already wet and swollen with fuck hunger.  Her nipples and clit were throbbing
with lust for Margaery.
Sansa gasped when she felt a naked body press into her own.  Her eyes flew wide
open in shocked wonder.  She instantly knew the feel and rightness of her
lover’s body pressed into her body.  Margaery’s hard nipples pressed into
Sansa’s back as the woman’s lips found her throat and started to nibble. 
“Oohhhhhh hhhnnggg oh baby! How!”
“Ssshhhhhh I’ll explain later … now I am going to fuck you so good Sansa,”
Margaery softly murmured her right hand sliding around Sansa’s hip and rubbing
up and down the bald mound and slowly teased the inner lips open.  “You been
thinking of me my sweet wolf.  Your cunt is so fucking wet and I just touched
you” Margaery husked rubbing her fingers up and down Sansa’s bright pink slit. 
Margaery moaned feeling the wetness of her lover already slimming her fingers
with fuck juice.
“Ooohhhh Fuck! Hhnngg hhnnn hhnnn uunggg!” Sansa whimpered as Margaery other
hand moved around and gripped left full cone shaped B cup tit.  Her hand
gripped and massaged the breast.  Margaery’s fingers sinking in deep squeezing
Sansa’s pale breasts.  Margaery squeezed each breast in turn making Sansa’s
areolas and nipples bulge on her cone shaped tits.  Sansa gasped in ecstasy her
nipples going rock hard and her clit throbbing hard.  Margaery rhythmically
squeezed the firm tits hard making Sansa’s body jolt and gasp hard with
wheezing breaths of raw need.
Margaery kissed and licked her woman’s throat hotly.  Margaery’s slimed fingers
moved up and began circling Sansa’s clit and rubbing over the bulging clitoral
hood putting pressure and friction on her still sheathed clit. 
While doing this Margaery’s left hand moved up to slowly cup and squeeze in
hard on Sansa’s nipples rubbing her palm over the rubbery nipples.  The Tyrell
slowly moved her hand back and forth pleasuring Sansa’s aching tits. 
“Ffffucckkk Margaeryyyy—you always make me feeeeelllso fucking good!” the Stark
girl whimpered her nipples throbbing so hard now each pulse in her breast
hammering into her clit down below making it jerk and spasm in raw need.
Sansa’s legs were going weak and she leaned back into Margaery.  “Ooogggggg!”
Sansa gagged feeling Margaery slipping first one and then a second finger up
into her tight pussy.  The fingers buried deep and slowly stretching out
Sansa’s tight quim.  Margaery slowly began to scissor her fingers in her
lover’s twat running the digits through the slimy inner petals sucking on the
digits fucking them.  Margaery moaned loudly into the ear she was nibbling on
and then running her tongue over the beautiful shell.  The feel of Sansa’s
slimy wet cunt on her fingers heavenly.
Then Margaery slowly started to work the digits in and out Sansa’s tight hot
cunt.  Her fingers thickly slimed with love juices as they started to pump
harder.  Margaery pulled her fingers out so slow and then rammed them up fast
and hard into Sansa’s cunt.  The fingers were sliding easily in and out the
slicked love canal now.  “Ungggg hhnnggg … oh baby—you’re fucking me sooooo
good!  Hhnnggg unngg shit! Unngg uunngg” Sansa gagged in rocking pleasure. 
Margaery increased her pace for a short minute fucking Sansa with fast strokes
making the Stark cry out in shocking pleasure.   Sansa reveled feeling
Margaery’s knuckles pounding her swollen and wet vulva with each hard ram of
long fingers up Sansa’s hungry sopping wet trim.  Margaery sensing Sansa’s
rising excitement slowed her strokes to a sensual rhythm to prolong the divine
fuck.  Sansa whimpered at the lessening in force and friction working her honey
hole and jacking her clit with sharp raps of Margaery’s knuckles.
Sansa looked down her palpating belly watching Margaery pull her fingers out
slowly from her spasming cunt.  The fingers creamed with her twat juice and
then sliding so deliciously back in deep up her steamy cunt.  The slow in and
out motion turning Sansa’s belly to jelly.  Her knees were trembling as she
pressed back into Margaery who clasped Sansa to her body supporting her
trembling weight.  “Gods I love you Sansa … I love fucking you Sansa … I have
missed fucking this hot tight cunt so much … never again will I go without”
Margaery softly told her future wife.  Sansa gagged in raw love hearing those
sweet passionate words.  “Mmmmm nnggg hhnnnn hhhnnnn oowwggg uunnn!” Sansa
cawed in rising need.  Her twat was clenching in spasms of fucking bliss
feeling those fingers slide so slowly up deep into her tight cunt.
Sansa was stunned at how her love had seemingly magically appeared.  Margaery’s
fingers of her left hand moved up and the Tyrell used her thumb and index
finger to squeeze and jerk on Sansa’s engorged rock hard nipple and folding her
areola in between the fingers and twisting it gently making the steeples on her
areola stand out all dark red on her pale areolas.  Her nipples dark pink too.
Margaery was kissing and licking Sansa’s neck.  Margaery moved her mouth up and
down the elegant throat of her lover.  She pressed her smaller barely B cup
tits into Sansa’s back.  Sansa’s jerking body rubbing on Margaery sensitive
nipples.  Margaery loved the friction filling her breast with aching heat but
Margaery needed to focus on her lover.  She was going to make Sansa cum
screaming.  Sansa was moaning louder and jamming back into her lover’s body.
Sansa turned her head and tilted it down toward her lover.  Sansa reached back
with her hand to grip the back of Margaery’s head.  Sansa clenched a fistful of
brown curled hair and pulled on Margaery’s head to tilt Margaery’s head up. 
They paused for a long moment letting their eyes speak of their undying love. 
Margaery suddenly started slamming her fingers hard and deep up Sansa’s cunt
pounding the swollen muff.
Sansa’s face grimaced with ecstasy as she jerked Margaery head with her hair
knot and her mouth came down with fuck hunger.  “Ummpfff mmpfffff” Sansa moaned
into Margaery’s lips that melded and nipped before Sansa opened her mouth in
offering. 
Sansa gagged in helpless love feeling Margaery slip her tongue deep into her
mouth.  Margaery’s tongue sought and found Sansa’s tongue.  They instantly
entwined and wetly danced.  Sansa’s body convulsed and Margaery opened her eyes
briefly and saw through Sansa’s jerking eyelids that her eyes had rolled back
into her skull and were rolling around in helpless pleasure.  Their tongues
commenced a serpentine dance of love in Sansa’s mouth.
Their nostrils flared and bodies jerked in pleasure.  A fine film of
perspiration was already coating Sansa’s body and beading on her forehead and
upper lip.  Her belly and cunt were on fire.  Her ears heard the hard impact of
Margaery’s hand slamming into her vulva as the Tyrell slammed her fingers fast
and deep up the tight pussy she was fucking.  Margaery moaned feeling Sansa’s
juices slicking her fingers and running down her wrist.
They kissed heatedly for a short minute and then broke for air.  They were both
breathing heavily now in excitement and Sansa with a body rising to orgasm.
Margaery kissed Sansa deeply again her left hand moving right and left working
Sansa’s breast squeezing rhythmically and moving her hand up to milk and pull
on Sansa’s nips making the tall woman jolt and gasp. 
Margaery broke the kiss to get back at the tall woman’s neck that was perfectly
positioned for her mouth.
“Hhhhnnngggggggg!” Sansa gasped her body jamming back hard into Margaery’s
feeling the Tyrell suck her throat deep into her mouth and suck the tender
flesh in and out through her gnawing teeth.  Margaery gnawed the tender throat
flesh through her see-sawing teeth marking Sansa as her woman.  “Ooowwwggggg
hhnngggg hhnngggg!” Sansa cried out feeling Margaery pull her mouth back and
forward tormenting the sweet flesh between her sawing teeth.  The pain and
pleasure flooding Sansa’s body.
Sansa’s cunt was a soupy mess now and making splattering sloshing noises as
Margaery rammed her fingers in fast and deep.
Margaery sensed Sansa was now fast approaching orgasm.  She changed the
position of her right hand slightly and bent her thumb so it hammered Sansa’s
clit as she pounded her lover’s love box.  She spit out Sansa’s throat and
licked the bruised flesh sensually.
Margaery could feel the pulses getting closer inside Sansa’s sloshing trim and
loved it.  Sansa’s pussy was so hot and tight on her pumping fingers.
“Cum on my fingers slut … let me feel your cunt lock down on my fingers Sansa!”
“ARRUUNGGGGGGGGG! AAAWWOOGGGGGGG!” Sansa screamed in pure love the echoes
bouncing off the walls of their bedroom.  Sansa’s body convulsed and jammed
back into Margaery smaller body.  The Tyrell left arm now lopped around Sansa’s
waist to hold the taller woman tight to her smaller body.  Margaery groaned
loudly herself feeling her lover convulse so hard in her orgasm.  Margaery
adored the way the Stark woman’s body jammed back hard into her body as it
flipped and jackknifed violently in searing fucking ecstasy.  Sansa’s cunt
gripped her plunging fingers in spastic seizures of hard cumming.  Margaery
redoubled the pounding of her fingers up into Sansa’s rupturing cunt.
"Angghh ... nnmmggnnee! Oh! Oh!" … oh Goddsssdddammnnnnnn! … Auunggh! Oh!
Nnngggmmmeeee! Oh! Oh!   "Auunngghhiieeee!" Sansa cried out, flipping and
straining, her face torn with rapture. "Oh! Unhh! Annghiieee!"
Margaery’s felt her lovers orgasm start to wane and she backed off on her
finger thrusts and now sensually pumped them in and out Sansa’s swollen love
box.  The cunt filled with creamy cum that slurped on the fingers slow stroking
the cunt that drooled out slimy strands of cum that stretched out and fell to
the floor.
Sansa was nearly boneless and Margaery pulled her fingers out Sansa’s buttery
cunt and adjusted her grip on Sansa’s body and effortlessly picked up Sansa in
classical bridal position.  Sansa’s body soaked in sweat now.  Sansa looked up
at her with pure love that made the Tyrell’s heart beat hard in her chest.
Sansa’s face was flushed.  Her throat and upper chest down to Sansa’s breast
pink with the flush of orgasm.  Margaery needed more.
Sansa was limp as she felt Margaery easily carry her to her bed and laid her
head down on a pillow and climbed up on Sansa.
They kissed deeply bodies wallowing and humping pussies on hip and thigh as
they gagged in pure love for each other as tongues speared from mouth to mouth.
Sansa broke the kiss and reached behind her head and gripped the pillow and
started to put it underneath her head. 
Margaery reached up stopping Sansa. 
“Baby! I needdddd you to sit on my face Margaery—I need your pussy in my
moutthhhh! Margaery pleaseeeeeee!”
Margaery smiled down at her.  “Don’t be so greedy baby … I haven’t had you yet
… I need your cunt in my mouth so bad Sansa—it has been toooo long!”
Margaery playfully looked down at a glaring Sansa until the Stark girl with a
pout relented.  Margery rewarded her lover with a scorching kiss that had Sansa
humping up into Margaery in raw need.
Sansa had her arms looped around her lover’s body pulling Margaery down into
her body flattening their tits into each other’s bodies.  Margaery had her
hands locked in Sansa’s red tresses pulling Sansa’ head up.  She pulled Sansa’s
mouth to hers and their lips locked as tongues surged from mouth to mouth and
down groaning throat.
Sansa mewled when Margaery broke their lip lock.  Sansa moaned hard seeing spit
roped between their lips swollen form their kissing.  Sansa tried to pull
Margaery’s mouth back down but the smaller woman with surprising strength
resisted.  Margaery kissed down Sansa’s cheek giving hot fast kisses down
Sansa’s jaw and then down her throat.  Margaery used her index and middle
fingers to push Sansa’s head over.  Sansa’s head tilted over fully exposing her
tender throat flesh.  Margaery lowered her head.  Margaery had only marked one
side of Sansa’s throat as her property.  As her slut.  A loud scream filled the
room as Margaery gave her love slut another hickey on her throat sucking the
flesh fast in and out her teeth.
Sansa’s face slashed so hard her elbows hammering the bed in ecstasy.  Margaery
beamed up at her lover loving how she could play her future wife’s body so
well.  She kissed her future wife’s throat all over and down the perfect
collarbones and shoulders and then back to Sansa’s throat and then up in short
kisses to her sweet bee stung lip.  Their tongues swiping lips and sucking in
those lips to nibble and pull on as guttural groans filled the room.  Then
mouths opened wide and again tongues wrapped around each other sliding and
slipping against each other.
After several minutes they broke their deep snogging.  Margaery kissed down
Sansa’s throat to her upper chest.  Margaery kissed, licked and nipped Sansa’s
upper chest making her woman pant and whimper.  “Babbbyyy pleaseeeeeeee!” Sansa
whimpered in raw aching need.  Margaery kissed down to her woman’s breast and
kissed up the slope of Sansa’s conical breast and siphoned the nipple deep into
her mouth and rhythmically sucked on the engorged teat. 
Sansa was writhing on a pillow she had pulled underneath her head. She looked
down at Margaery as she sucked so well on one nipple and then the other. 
Margaery would release the nipple she was fiercely sucking on and move her head
over to suck and hot lick the other nipple.  Sansa watched Margaery’s hands
come up and pinch and twist the nipple that was not currently being sucked and
tongue rasped.  The nipple soaked in spit and Margaery used the lubrication to
twist her fingertips on her hard aching nipples.  Margaery’s fingers pulled and
twisted the engorged nipples that were slicked with spit.
Soon Sansa was writhing on her pillow.  She watched Margaery lap over her
nipples with the flat of her tongue all the time looking up at Sansa.  Margaery
loved watching the Stark girl’s face slash constantly eyes first bulging and
then squeezed shut in ecstasy. 
Then Margaery would suck Sansa’s entire nipple and areola into her mouth and
pump her head back stretching out Sansa’s breast filling them with delicious
heat and friction.  In and out Margaery worked her head pumping sweet tit meat
with her hot sucking mouth.  “Huunnggg oohhhh ohhh Margaery—suuucckk suck suck
ohhh gooddssdammmnnnn suck!”  Margaery would fierce suck on Sansa’s breast and
pull her head back.  Her head motion first tenting Sansa’s tit and then it
would wetly plop out her mouth as Sansa cried out in ecstasy. 
Sansa helplessly cawed her body writhing and her hands now on Margaery’s head
driving her face into her spit soaked tits.  Margaery moved her head back and
forth slowly sucking on Sansa’s tits pulling her head back until Sansa’s
nipples popped out her mouth.  Then Margaery went back to fiercely licking and
giving searing short sucks on Sansa’s rock hard nipples.
“Babyyyy Plleeeeasseeeeee!”
Margaery lifted her head up with a questioning smirk.  Her hands came up and
her fingers squeezed and tented Sansa’s nipples as she pulled hard on the
engorged nipples.  Sansa’s upper body was flushed with need.
“Please what Sansa?”
Sansa pushed down hard on Margaery’s head.  The need plain but Margaery
playfully played obtuse.
“What do you need Sansa?” Sansa pushed hard trying to push Margaery down her
body.  “Tell me Sansa”
“Eat my pussyyyy babyyyyyy!”
In a flash Margaery had scooted down.  Margaery breathed deep.  “Godsdamn Sansa
… your pussy smells so intoxicating.”  Margaery stared at the pussy right in
front of her face.  Her lips unconsciously being licked by her tongue as she
drooled in raw lust.
“Open up our cunt for me Sansa.  I have dreamed of this every night.  Eating
this sweet wet cunt!  Every night when I was eating out one of my hens it was
your pussy that I wished filled my mouth.  It was your cunt my fingers or
strap-on was fucking.  Your voice I heard screaming.” 
“Oh yes!  I love you so much … eat my cunt out baby!”  She could care less that
Margaery had been fucking her hens.  Margaery fucking her hens had taught her
lover so many skills.  Skills Margaery used to drive Sansa nearly mad with
pleasure.  She was with her now and that was all that mattered. 
“I missed you so much Sansa.  I will partake of your body and make you scream
baby!”
“Ooohhhhhhhhh!” Sansa whimpered reaching down and pulling her pussy open.  Her
fingers hooked along her seam and pulled her inner lips back.  Sansa spread her
legs as her soaked fuck hole opened and clutched for Margaery.  Sansa’s honey
pit all red and soaking wet.  Sansa flexed her stomach making her cunt hole
clutch for Margaery.  Margaery spied all of Sansa’s inner folds flexing and
rolling with Sansa’s hard breathing and hip flexes.
Sansa saw Margaery drooling.  “You see anythi—Aauuggggggg!” Sansa cried out
feeling Margaery burying her face deep into her cunt and sucking in a mouthful
of her wet cunt meat and devouring it!
Sansa’s head lulled over her eyes slit but unseeing.  Her hands were still on
Margaery’s head.  Sansa ground her lover’s face deep into her humping pussy. 
Margaery sucked, licked and munched on Sansa’s aching slit and clit.  Margaery
pumped her head stretching Sansa’s cunt up and down as she devoured what she
had been denied for over two years.
Sansa felt Margaery worm her arms underneath Sansa’s legs and reach up to grip
her hips and help Sansa rotate her aching trim up into Margaery’s hot devouring
mouth.  Sansa’s face slashed over and over again feeling her lover lapping her
tongue up and down her groove and then moving up and lashing her clit with
fevered tongue swipes.
Sansa’s belly contracted with hard spasms of ecstasy.  Margaery moved her mouth
down to lip lock on Sansa’s cunt hole and lap her tongue deep into Sansa’s
honey pit scooping out hot dollops of creamy cum.  The Tyrell’s nose swiping
and jacking into her shiny clit nubbin.  The friction exquisite.  Sansa nearly
lost her mind listening to Margaery noisily gulp down her love juice.
Then she would feel Margaery munching up her slit slurping in her inner lips
all dark pink and engorged.  Her pussy all slimy wet.  Margaery pulled on her
labia lips the friction making Sansa whoop.  Margaery pulled her head back with
Sansa’s labia lips sucked between her lips.  Margaery first waggled her head
tormenting the stretched out cunt lips and then pulled her back further slowly
until Sansa’s cunt lips snapped out from between Margaery’s lips.
“Aauuggggg uunnn nnngggg oohhhhh baby uunnggg ungggg” Sansa whimpered her cunt
jerking up as Margaery continued to play with her slit and labia lips
stretching, licking and pulling them through her lips with exquisite slowness
tormenting Sansa with ecstasy.
Sansa would cry out when Margaery sucked her clit deep into her mouth and hard
deep throat suck with her tongue slapping her rock hard clit.
Up and down Margaery worked her mouth on Sansa’s swollen drooling cunt. 
Sansa’s body began to small flip and seize up.  Margaery knew it was time for
the love kill.
She brought her right hand over from Sansa’s hip and pressed her fingers down
hard into Sansa’s lower belly just behind her clitoral hood.  The pressure
pulled the hood back and down fully exposing Sansa’s shiny clit.
Margaery lip locked her lips on the shiny nubbin into her mouth and sucked in
and out fast her tongue drilling the clit polishing it.
Sansa exploded.  Her ass leapt up off the bed and raggedly humped up and down
grinding her cunt hard up into Margaery’s devouring mouth.  Sansa wailed in
crushing ecstasy    "Unngghhhaaiiiggghh! Ohhnngg! Auungghhmmngg! … Oh! Oh! Oh
sweet seven gods . . . oh shit! Auunnmmgghhaannrrnnggg!"  Full body convulsions
tore through the tall beauty’s body her hips surging up off the bed grinding
her exploding twat in Margaery’s hard sucking mouth and gigging tongue spearing
her exploding clit.
“Uuunngghhhiiieeeee! Mmmnggghhiieeeeee! Nnnhhhiieeeeeeee!” Sansa screamed as
honey fire broiled in her veins scalding her in pure fucking ecstasy.  Again
and again Sansa heaved her exploding twat up into Margaery’s hot sucking
mouth.  Margaery moved her left hand underneath Sansa’s taunt clenching ass
cheek.  Margaery clawed her fingers into Sansa’s clenching tight ass cheek.
Margaery helped her woman hump her cunt into her hot sucking mouth.
Sansa’s upper body flipped and jackknifed violently as her snatch felt like it
was tearing itself inside out.  Sansa’s body lifted off the pillow and slammed
back down again and again as her firm tits whiplashed on her sweat soaked
body.  Her screams weakening as her orgasm finished pummeling her with sweet
hot ecstasy.  Her body went limp on the bed.
Margaery spent a minute gently licking and lathing the swollen dark pink cunt
that was for now spent and satiated.  Only after cleaning up all the sweet
creamy cum that she could find did Margaery kiss up Sansa’s sweat soaked body. 
Margaery lay on her lover as she tilted Sansa’s head over and she mated their
lips.  Their lips sliding and melding before Sansa opened her mouth wide and
she moaned tasting her pussy on her lover’s tongue that speared deep into
Sansa’s hot groaning mouth.
For several minutes they lay like this basking in being together again. 
Margaery was purring in happiness.
“I’ll never let you go again Margaery!  You belong to me!  I can’t live without
you!”  Sansa smiled hearing Margaery mewl in pure happiness at the hotly
declared words.
Then Margaery squealed as in a blur Sansa ripped the pillow from behind her
head.  Sansa then got her hands in Margaery’s armpits and jerked the Tyrell up
and lifted her lover up at the same time.  Sansa roughly, hungrily dragged
Margaery’s body up her torso.  Margaery’s clam shell soaked Sansa’s torso in
snail snot as Sansa dragged Margaery’s swollen snatch up her body.
Margaery’s folded body thudded into the headboard as Sansa moved her hands down
to Margaery’s hips and roughly pulled Margaery forward and up so her torso was
leaned into the headboard.  Sansa adjusted her grip and pushed Margaery roughly
up the headboard getting the Tyrell mostly upright her groin over Sansa’s
face.  Sansa moaned smelling Margaery’s hot wet pussy.  Gods she loved the musk
of her lover.  Margaery smelled like pure sex.  Sansa looped her arms over
Margaery’s thighs and pulled down hard.
“Uunngggggggggg! Oowwggghhhhhhhh!” Margaery cried out as Sansa pulled her body
down roughly mashing Margaery’s cunt onto Sansa’s hot gobbling mouth. 
Margaery’s vulva flared out around Sansa’s mouth totally engulfing Sansa’s
lips.  Sansa’s tongue speared deep into Margaery’s drooling swollen love box.
Sansa started to hammer her head up spearing her tongue deep into Margaery’s
sopping wet quim.  Her tongue fucking her love hard and deep.  Sansa centered
Margaery’s fuck hole over her mouth and speared her tongue in deep again and
again.  Each time her tongue snaked back out her lover’s snatch it was soaked
in creamy cum that Sansa gleefully slurped down.  Then Sansa would surge her
head up off the bed and lock her lips to the sweet couchie mashing down into
her mouth.  Sansa sucked in a mouthful of hot slimy cunt meat and munched on it
as Margaery whooped and whimpered.
Then she moved her head up and sucked on Margaery’s bean sized clit with fierce
sucks and fast tongue licks.
Margaery was swirling her pussy down in a tight spiral dance and reached up to
grip the top of the carved headboard.  Margaery threw her head back.  "Mmmmmm
Oh baby . . . ohhnnnnn baby!" Margaery used her grip on the headboard to grind
her cunt down on Sansa’s mouth.  The auburn haired beauty diving her face up so
her mouth could suck and lick feverishly the cunt jammed and swirling down onto
her mouth.  Margaery whimpered, yelping softly as Sansa lapped her head.  Her
tongue raked Margaery’s rigid bulging clit.  "Unnhhhhh! Oh fuck! Yeah baby—give
it to me! Fuck me Sansa!"
Sansa moved her hands to grip Margaery’s ass cheeks and urged the brown eyed
beauty to hump her mouth harder.
Margaery swept her pussy in a tight motion over Sansa’s mouth. The Stark girl
holding her tongue out like a rudder letting the Tyrell fuck herself on the
stiff tongue.  “Hnnnggg uummggg hhnnnn hhnnggg hhnnggg!” Margaery cried out in
ecstasy.
Margery jerked hard on the headboard making it hammer the wall.
Sansa pulled her mouth back slightly “Godsdamnit Margaery—I’m not made of
fucking porcelain! I’m not going to break—fuck my face godsdamnit!”
Margaery squealed and mashed down harder now.  She humped her pussy hard up and
down Sansa’s face her vulva totally engulfing the chin, mouth and now nose of
Sansa as she used Sansa’s face as a fucking post with her sloppy wet cunt. 
Margaery looked down and saw her juices had soaked Sansa’s lower face with cum
trickling down Sansa’s throat now.
Sansa jammed her head up and sucked and tongue lashed Margaery’s cunt in pure
heaven on Earth.  Her mouth tasted sweet flowing hot milky creamy cum.  Sansa
loved looking up Margaery’ hard flexing stomach.  Sansa watched her lover’s
firm breast wipe up and down with her hard humping down into Sansa’s hot
sucking mouth.
This wild dance only lasted a minute longer as Margaery groaned gutturally
forcefully jamming her cunt up and down Sansa’s face.  Sansa sucking and tongue
raking the sopping wet cunt riding her face and moaning into it continuously. 
Her hands clawed into Margaery’s ass urging her lover to fuck her with abandon.
The bed’s legs were now barking on the floor.  Margaery threw her head back her
eyes staring up at the ceiling unseeing and screamed “HHHUUNNGGGGG!
AAWWOOGGGGGG! HHUURRNNGGGGG!”  Her body began to flip and jackknife like she
was being garroted her hands trying to rip the headboard off the bed.  Margaery
screamed loudly.  The bed now quaking violently in the throes of Margaery
scalding orgasm.
"Ummngghrrganngghh! Oh yes Unngghhhiiiiieeeee! Uunnggghhhhrrrrrrr! ...
Owwwggggggg—Oohhhhh Sannssaaaaaaaa! Unnggunggg ... yes!" Margaery spastically
cried out feeling her womb shredding itself deep in her belly.  Her hips flexed
and jerked her ass clenched repeatedly grinding her cunt down into Sansa’s hot
gobbling mouth. 
Margaery’s wails and her body jackknifing and convulsing filled Sansa with her
own ecstasy as hot cum filled her mouth several times as she gulped it down.
Slowly, a still convulsing Margaery slide down the headboard until she was
supine on Sansa’s body and they melded sweat and cum soaked bodies together.
Their mouths again locked tight as tongues languidly twined and swirled deep in
Margaery’s mouth.
Never again will I be separated from this Sansa thought to herself as she
traced lazy figure eights in the sweat on Margaery back as their tongues
languidly danced now in her mouth.
Ice King
The sovereign of the far North sat in his throne, his son gibbering as he
sucked on his throat.  They had been working all day and he was resting for a
short while.  His true son fed him strength continuously, but even the Croyel
had limits.
The Ice King had walked among his growing children, feeding them.  He
regurgitated his essence to strengthen and grow them at a preternatural rate. 
He felt nothing but love for his growing, deadly sons.
He hated the Dragon Queen more every day.  When he had first formed his union
with his powerful true son, the Croyel had informed him that he could begin to
make sons of living male children up to six years of age. He had been
ecstatic.  His human sycophants had been supplying him with a steady stream of
captured and slave children that had been sold off to his merchants.
But nearly three years ago the stream began to slow, less and less fodder was
brought to him.  The Ice King at first thought it was the ebb and flow of
happenstance.  But the flow continually slackened. Finally, he had demanded an
answer from his human minions.  He was enraged that his future sons were not
being brought to him. 
He was told that a small blond woman of old Valyria had arisen from the red
deserts far to the East.  She was smashing the slave cities one by one and
moving constantly west.  Unlike all before her she smashed the existing order
in these cities and did not set herself up as the new slave master once the
city-state had been conquered.
She was actually abolishing the trade.  Her goal was to remove it permanently.
At first the Ice King had not been overly worried.  Such noble aspirations
would quickly be crushed.
Only it had not been.  The woman had something called ‘dragons’ and was
steadily conquering city after city.  Now she was forming new navies of freed
slaves along with alliances with people from a land called the Summer Islands
and the kingdoms of Yi Ti, and sweeping the oceans clean of all slave raiders
along with their ships.
Then the Queen had landed in Westeros.  He had learned of these Valyrians and
their dragons, and word was she only had three of them.  He was not overly
concerned.
He picked up the Horn of Winter, caressing it.  He would blow it and bring the
hated Wall down and surge south killing all before him and converting their
dead into his army and taking their small children and making new children of
ice and blue eyes.
He smiled coldly.  He liked that.  Making his enemy his own.
His sources among the warm bloods made this woman sound like Azor Ahai reborn.
But that hero was dead and gone - he was not an elemental force of nature such
as he.  He had endured; Azor had not.
Old Valyria was also dead and gone, he was told with assured certainty.  It had
blown up four hundred years ago. This woman was the last remaining vestige of
that old culture.  If Valyria still existed, he would have feared.  But what
were one woman and but three dragons?  How hot could their fire be?  He feared
no paltry bonfire.  He was ice given flesh; he would overwhelm and kill these
weak fire-breathers.
He had bold plans.  Originally, he was content with the taking of Westeros, but
his son had convinced him that this was only the start.  He would kill the hot
bloods and take their young and make them his own sons.  He would convert
Westeros in his image.  Then he would conqueror his way across to Essos, slowly
growing stronger. One day he would move out of Essos to control the whole of
the entire world.
But even that would not be enough.  His Croyel had told him of the Land, the
birth place of the Croyel.  They were few, but they would join his cause.
Together they would defeat the hated Lords of Revelstone and the Haruchai in
their mountain fasts.  The Ranyhyn` would die, screaming their wretched horse
screams.  Then they would journey across the Southern seas to kill the Giants
in their home and the Bhrathairealm in their desert cities.
Yes, the Ice King would in time conquer the whole world.  His son had filled
him with great ambition.
But first he would need to take care of this Dragon Queen. 
To that end, he was in luck.  The Greenseer had grown old and weak, and his
replacement was late in coming to him to take his place.
The Weirwood needed its new avatar.  Without him, they would be impotent. 
Only the Dragon Queen with her dragons could get the boy to the tree. And when
they attempted, he would be ready.  He would lie in wait, invisible to her
human eyes and spring his trap upon her when the time came.
He and his sons would feast on her body and the flesh of her dragons.  Only
when they were ripped nearly apart would he raise their decimated corpses to do
his bidding.
He had recovered.  He lifted the shallow bowl off the ground and regurgitated
his life essence into it again, and moved to a group of his growing, hungry
children.  They needed to be fed.  They saw him coming and cawed and jerked,
looking at him with pure love as he dipped his head down and sipped in a
mouthful of his own icy essence, and then dribbled a small amount into each
open, hungry mouth.
His children were humming and thrumming in contentment, tasting their father in
their mouths before swallowing.  Their bodies crackling and shivering as
another growth spurt shaped their forms.
Long into the eternal night, the Ice King fed his children. 
***** Vexing Visitations *****
                                  Chapter 24
                              Vexing Visitations
          Daenerys / Ygritte / Tyrion / Ice King / Daenerys / Eddard
Daenerys
The sound of her sharpening stone rasping up the Valyrian blade was always
soothing.  Again and again Daenerys ran the stone up the finely honed edge,
marveling that she was sharpening the blade of her long dead progenitor,
Rhaenys Targaryen. 
She read again the runes buried deep in the blade and shimmering up through the
metal.  The magic was still strong over four hundred years later.  This
combined with the wedding bands the sisters had had forged by the same master
spoke so plainly and eloquently of their love for each other. They truly had
married their brother Aegon out of duty alone.
The runes on her sword shimmered as she started to polish it.  The wavering
runes spoke of the great undying love of the younger sister for her older
sister. I loved you yesterday, I love you still, I always have, I always will.
The words made her heart ache for such a love; to have a woman to hold her like
Rhaenys held her precious sister and lover Visenya.  The two Ouroboros at the
base of her sword interlocked, an undying symbol of their devotion. 
Daenerys read other of the magical runes with grim determination. Up in her
personal quarters she had the mate to the sword Illyrio had given her - it was
Aegon’s sword, not Visenya’s sword. The gods were speaking to her, giving her
not the sister’s but the brother’s sword to complement her own.
She was to marry a man.
How typical of Aegon to erase Rhaenys’ sword from history out of spite when he
discovered the truth of Rhaenys’ love.  His favored sister loved not him, but
the sister he himself had married out of duty only. Daenerys hated the ego of
men and their need to have control and to dominate women.  She had experienced
it first hand and would never accept a man’s yoke again.
But she could also only marry a warrior. She needed a strong partner. 
In the High Houses there were three possible selections: Loras of Highgarden,
Renly of House Baratheon, and Robb of House Stark.
Daenerys ran her oiled rag up and down the metal.  While Robb Stark was a good,
strong man she was not interested in marrying him.  He had his Alys to wed,
according to the new sparrows that Varys had found.
She was interested in Renly and Loras only because they were interested in each
other.  She could marry them and satisfy her royal responsibilities. The
prophecies said she would remain barren, so when the gossips started to wag
their tongues and tails she would conveniently pull that trump card out.
Daenerys smirked at her cleverness.  She loved using a negative and making it
into a positive.
Those were the more traditional offerings.
She had also received a letter personally written by Oberyn two weeks ago.
Written in a flowing script and offering sweet blandishments, he spoke of her
great beauty.  He told Daenerys that his paramour was also quite smitten with
her. While Ellaria Sand and Oberyn Martell were older than Daenerys Targaryen,
they could bring their life experiences into a union with the Queen.  They
could also bring into her bed immense and exquisite lovemaking skills. They
could bring many, many women to the Queen’s bed with them as well.  They would
make the Queen cum over and over every night.  He had promised that she would
be ‘most pleased’ if she entered in a union with them.
She had been mildly intrigued, and she admired their willingness to play their
gambit. Drogo had pleasured her, but not touched her soul - her lost harem had
filled that role.  But maybe Ellaria could give her a new harem.  She would
consider their offer. 
When she asked Varys of the couple he had provided a very thick folder.  It had
definitely caught her attention.  Ellaria was very skilled in lesbian
lovemaking and had a large harem in Dorne; a harem that would follow her to
King’s Landing. 
Daenerys shook her head as she finished the oiling of her precious sword. Maybe
to have Ellaria and her harem she could endure bedding Oberyn as well, like she
had Drogo when she was the Khaleesi in deed as well as name.  He had given her
orgasms that rocked her body if not her soul, and she guessed Oberyn could do
so too.  She would hold this as a fallback plan.
Daenerys got up.  Her morning workout and maintenance of her sword had her
relaxed and ready to fulfill her duties as Queen.  Daenerys went to her
quarters to take a quick sponge bath and change her clothes to prepare for a
small council meeting.
It wasn’t long into the meeting before Daenerys found herself pinching the
bridge of her nose.  Highgarden had sent yet another raven complaining
vociferously over how she had allowed the scions of House Tyrell to be
kidnapped.  The children were taken in House Tully territory and the trip was
Olenna’s idea!  She wanted to cram that letter down Mace’s throat!
She was even more agitated with the return of Olenna. She had a meeting
scheduled with the crafty old fox, and Daenerys knew deep in her soul that the
woman had worked with Eddard Stark to arrange this ‘abduction’.  The only
problem was she could never come out and just say it.
She sighed when Grand Maester Harsch Lape read out that Mace Tyrell demanded
Eddard Stark’s head.  Was he going to fight the northern lord?  She thought
not.  Even Barristan and Syrio did not want to fight thatman.
Secretly, she admired the man’s balls. The audacity!  And always in the back of
her mind she worried that all of this was done for the specific reason of
drawing the south to go north to the Wall.  That he was slowly setting up an
unavoidable circumstance where Westeros would have to go and defend the one
thing the mighty Great Houses said was not worth its weight in ice.
She had heard, wondering whispers questioning why she had suddenly revived the
religion of the old gods with the mining, extraction and forming of weapons
from the obsidian of Dragonstone. They snickered that the Khaleesi of the
steppes of Essos was afraid of snarks and hobgoblins. That she had become a
tiny princess of dragon glass fighting little faeries. 
Upon receiving reports of the North’s preoccupation with dragon glass she had
asked her Small Council if they had any idea why Eddard Stark would be
interested in obsidian.  All knew that weapons made of the stone was useless
against modern armor or weapons.  Arrow or spear points would most likely
shatter hitting plate armor and not penetrate chain mail.  A sword or ax made
of the stone would explode into shards if was hit with a like weapon made of
forged steal.  Valyrian steel and you would have to forget to it.  It would be
like fighting with a parchment sword.
Despite all this it was obvious that the North was procuring large shipments
from Asshai via the Summer Islands.  They were not only procuring it they were
fashioning them into projectile weapons and daggers.  Like so many things that
Eddard Stark had been doing recently it made no sense.
She asked her Maester and Tyrion what they knew.  Maester Harsch Lape knew
nothing of obsidian.  It would not be something that the Citadel would learn
of.  Citadel did have records dealing with the age of heroes but were little
studied now.
Daenerys had hoped that Tyrion’s love of the past would have led to studies in
ancient history that might have provided an insight but he sighed and confessed
he could not add anything to the collective knowledge.
Daenerys turned to Maester Lape.  “Lape.  I want you to prepare to travel to
the Citadel on Viserion.  You are roughly the size of Barristan.  I have had
more riding gear crafted with the material that Illyrio is providing.  You and
Barristan will travel to the Citadel.  There you have three days to find what
you can about the use of obsidian in the Age of Heroes.  You will then return
with what you find.  You will leave at first sunlight in the morn.” 
She had noticed out of the corner of her eye the man’s strange reaction. He
looked ill.  Did he have a fear of heights or motion sickness?  No matter. 
Unless he became extremely debilitated he would make the journey.  He would
know how to sift through the Citadel’s library.
Later that night Missandei came to her and said that Maester Lape was
despondent and sobbing in his tower.  Concerned Daenerys had rushed to him. 
She had been shocked entering his quarters.  He was sitting at his desk
shuffling papers with tears running down his cheeks. She cautiously approached
the man.  She asked what ailed him.
“You are sending me away.  I thought I had proven my worth to you.  I thought
you valued my counsel and knowledge.”
“I do. That is why I am sending you to the Citadel.  To do my will.”
“You sent Tyrion before and now you are sending me.  You want to remove me.  Is
it because of my breaking my vows of chastity?”
Daenerys locked eyes with the man.  “I in fact admire you breaking that silly
vow.  You may have the couth of a drunken Tyrosh sailor in port, but that is
not a problem.  Gives me a reason to pluck your ears and give you noogies.” 
The Queen chuckled.
The man looked at her hopefully.  “I am sending you because it makes the most
sense to send you Harsch.  You are quite the scholar.  I know that if the
information can be ferreted out you will be able to do it.  I don’t want to
lose you.  If you would feel better I can send Tyrion.  I will have to give him
triple the time.  Time I fear we might not have.”
“I am a good scholar and I still know the librarians well.  They would gladly
assist me.”
“I would never do that to you Harsch.  Remove you underhandedly.  I respect you
too much.  I would be the first to talk to you if you were not performing your
duties adequately.  In fact you are sterling in your performance of them.”
“You keep me on my toes.  I would grow bored if you stopped staring at my and
Solaja’s tits.  It is flattering in a way.”
The man was so relieved.  He was now anxious to be off.  Daenerys was
relieved.  He was very good at his duties.
He had come back four days later with information from the tomes of the
Citadel.
The information had been sketchy at best.  The war with the Ice Wright was
strangely omitted from the written records.  Her Maester theorized that the war
had been a very close affair and little had been left after the war.  All
efforts had been put into the creation of the Wall and the building of Storms
End.
What he did discover was that the First People used obsidian as their weapons
of choice.  He had found that the first men found them easy to defeat because
of their use of obsidian weapons in the Age of Bronze. 
Harsh had found several passages of conversations with the elvish people.  They
had said that their Dragon Glass killed the raised dead of the Ice Wrights and
caused the Ice Wrights themselves to steam and melt.
These accounts had been dismissed as fanciful folk lore tails.
She had thanked her Maester profusely for his excellent research.  She had her
answer.  She could not afford to not use this knowledge.  She had ordered the
immediate digging of obsidian from her ancestral homeland and the fashioning of
pointed weapons.  She would prepare for any contingency.  She had the resources
and she would use them.
Then the whispers had started.
She ground her teeth at hearing them.  Most times she kept her temper in check,
but she’d had a few blowups.  Sometimes the only people happy were her nightly
visitors. She was voracious in bed, her whores screaming long in the night with
the orgasms she sucked, finger blasted and tribbed from their sweat and cum-
soaked bodies.  Afterwards, the women feasted on her cunt over and over again.
Daenerys smirked at that.  She’d sometimes had to curl up in the fetal position
to protect her kitty from their ravenous tongues.
She received a detailed report on the inspections occurring in Flea Bottom. It
listed which buildings were in the most need of repair or replacement, where
the roads needed to be widened or re-made entirely, and the places where rain
and sewage pooled and did not run off.  It also detailed which areas needed new
wells drilled and water towers built.
She had some of the realm’s best engineers designing a new layout for the area
to prepare for a rolling rebuild of the slum. If she marched north, all of
these plans would have to be suspended.  She’d be taking those men north with
her to build siege engines and defense bulwarks.
Myrcella and Arianna were apace with her on their plans for the rebuilding of
the slums of Old Town.  They had loved her idea of urban renewal and were
throwing themselves into it as well.
They had reported that raiders were becoming a major problem with trade routes
deep in the desert.  The tone of the report had her sending off a raven
ordering the Pride of Dorne to avoid taking this into their own hands.  They
had an army, best to use it.
Once the council session concluded, she took her place on the Iron Throne. It
was a day of the Queen's justice, and she would proclaim final verdicts. All
day she listened to defendants pleading their cases. For the most part, the
crimes committed had only been misdemeanors that were easy to discern.  Only
one case was a felony. A man had beat his wife and put her in the small
hospital in her ward.  The same man had also abused his two young sons.  She
had ordered him lashed with the scourge ten times, and then to have the wounds
washed in salt water once every three hours for three days. 
Then he would go to a counsellor.  She had heard of this in Pentos and liked
what she found.  She had them send over five counsellors to King’s Landing. 
This was to be a curriculum with the university for women’s study that Myrcella
was developing.  Many courses would be developed to further the cause of
equality for all women.  Daenerys had decide that there would a university in
Braavos, Sunspear in Dorne, and here in Kings Landing.
You had to educate to change behavior.  The man who had beat his wife would
then after he finished work each day spend two hours cleaning trash and sewage
from the streets in his ward, for six weeks.
The man had been sullen, and Daenerys did not like his attitude.  He was
clearly not feeling the guilt he should for his crimes.
“One thing more, Tirius Morrass,” Daenerys called down from the throne. She
gripped the scabbard of her sword that had been leaning by the throne, and
pulled it out. It lit up bright blue, and she stood up and stared down at the
man. “If you lay your hand on one more innocent I will castrate you and then
kill you myself. I have executed my enemies by the hundreds, don’t think I’ll
spare you.  Do I make myself clear?”
Tirius suddenly started to shake violently and gulped weakly.
“Yes my Queen,” he croaked as he was led out for his punishment.
Once he was removed, she began to hear supplications. 
There were more complaints from the smallfolk in flea bottom.  Now that they
knew their complaints were being heard they were making sure to have all of
them registered.
Daenerys assured them that change was coming soon. She knew they did not
believe her, they had been ignored and marginalized for too long, but she would
prove it to them.  She just needed some time, and to also get the ‘Stark
Problem’ behind her.
She heard from a rich merchant that wanted to pull down a small prostitution
house to expand his business.  To this end, he claimed that his increased
business would help fill the coffers of the throne.
He made it clear that his noble family was of more importance than the ‘filthy
whores’.
Daenerys seethed on the throne.  The man felt his mere birth made him better
than these women who were working hard to put food on the table and clothes on
the bodies of their children.
She had pronounced that the man could expand his business if he first helped
the brothel find a new location and give them a loan at one percent interest to
be paid back in reasonable installments.
“Surely that is a reasonable cost to remove these ‘filthy whores’ from your
presence?” the Queen had queried the man.  He knew it was reasonable.  He would
have simply had the women cleaned out under the previous monarchy, but it was a
new order and he accepted it.
Daenerys then had to hear another complaint about her Dothraki. This time the
complaint was from her close allies Chataya and Alayaya.  The Dothraki had been
in their establishment celebrating the Rite of Mane Tying, when young Dothraki
men mounted and broke their first horse. They had gotten very drunk and rutted
like the heathens they were.  They had also fought and caused much damage to
their establishment. Both Dothraki women and men had gone wild, and several men
were in the hospital recovering from broken bones and deep cuts from arakhs. 
The Queen had pronounced that all fights while in Westeros among the Dothraki
were to be non-fatal.  Any who broke that pronouncement would be beheaded by
herself.  The Dothraki knew their Mare Who Had Mounted the World would do it. 
There had been no deaths.
Her pronouncement was that the Dothraki would be ridden like either mares or
stallions with butt plugs in their asses, while prancing around the main floor
of the mingling room neighing for five circuits.  Then they were to be fucked
by whomever wanted them.
The Dothraki women were getting wet and the men were mortified. Maybe the men
at least would learn some control.  Dany pinched her nose - it seemed the
Dothraki women were enjoying their punishment.
Once she was done with supplicants, Daenerys retired to her suite in the Red
Keep.  She put on a translucent cream colored gown that showed off her swaying
breasts and shaved mound. Her hair had been combed out and was gleaming with
her fifty-seven bells woven in, chiming with her movements. 
She wanted to be her most imposing and sexy self for her visitor.
Jhogo knocked on the door, and she called out: “enter.” The door opened and
admitted Olenna Redwyne into her suite, the old woman’s eyes lighting up at
seeing the Queen as the door closed behind her.
Daenerys knew it!  The woman wished to bury her face in my cunt!  She had a
little revenge at least as she led the true power of Highgarden to the plush
chair reserved for distinguished visitors.
“You look most alluring tonight,” Olenna said to the Queen, unconsciously
licking her lips.
“My beauty is but a pale reflection of your perfection,” Daenerys replied as
the woman rolled her eyes and snorted.
They exchanged platitudes and made small talk for a while, skittering the real
issues between them.
Olenna was obviously intelligent and cunning, and Daenerys couldn’t help but
like the woman even if her scheming was making her own life difficult. 
They shared a strong whisky drink from her homeland. 
“I would have you know O Queen, that all spiders and moths for the night have
been removed.  A rare event I must confess.”
Daenerys put her glass down, still half full. She was not much for alcohol. 
“What is your game, you sly fox?  What are you playing at, Master of Moths?”
her tone indicating curiosity and respect.  She knew this woman was her equal
in controlling the levers of government and court power.  She was not a warrior
like herself, but that was the only strength Olenna lacked. If the woman had
been her age… who knew what the two could become together?  Daenerys was sure
Olenna would have offered herself to the Queen as a possible prospect.  She may
be straight, but she would learn otherwise for the chance to rule by her side -
the woman craved power that much.
“My goals are to make my House as great as possible without causing war or
discord. I am first and foremost loyal to the realm, and to the Queen who sits
on the throne.” Olenna replied.
“So I can count on your loyalty?”
“Yes, my Queen.”
“Recent events make me question this.  Your son is demanding war, Olenna.”
“Ignore his bleating, Daenerys.  He knows he is not strong enough to march
north and fight the Starks.  He would soil himself if he saw Eddard coming at
him on his warhorse.  Mace loves his children but he knows Eddard would never
actually harm them.  This is all political posturing to save his ass.”
“I know you arranged for Eddard to take Margaery and Loras, Olenna.”
Olenna put her hand on her heart and gasped with a stage face on.
“I am shocked that you would let your children be taken and be used as
hostages.”
Olenna looked at the Queen serenely.  She had given up having Margaery on the
throne unless she could get both Stark sisters to share. The Starks were
proving to be more liberal than she would have ever considered, but not that
liberal.
Olenna had done as much research as possible on Arya Stark and combed her
memory and the memories of others from their visit to Winterfell. The Queen
would never know what hit her.
“To play the Game of Thrones, as you know Daenerys Targaryen, you must play big
or stay in your little room trembling. And neither of us tremble, Daenerys.”
Ygritte
The wind seemed to always be blowing in from the North now.  Ygritte knew this
was not so, but it still felt that way. The wind coming from the dark North had
evil on it all the time now.  She glanced at the crows down the wall huddling
near their fire.  They did not feel the evil like she did.
They knew of the evil intellectually, but they could not feel it in the marrow
of their bones.  Ygritte had fully regained her powers and memories, and now
she was even more powerful than when she had first walked the earth two
thousand years ago.  Her powers were almost the equal of Melisandre - her once
student was now the master with her two thousand years of additional life. 
Ygritte shivered. She wore a simple, thin cloak over her Freemen trousers and
top with a vest.  Like Melisandre, she no longer felt the cold, her body
supplied all the heat she needed.  No, the shiver was not from the elements,
but came from her memories of Melisandre and Jon loving her: Jon ramming his
cock into her tight cunt from behind as she was on her forearms, bent down
eating out Melisandre with a rabid hunger for her sweet, hot pussy. Jon’s
strong strokes jamming her face hard into the juicy quim before her.
Melisandre’s wet cunt engulfing her mouth as Ygritte tried to suck her wife’s
clit down her throat. 
It had been perfect. Jon’s dick fired off hot ribbons of jiszm into her womb
with hard spurts, triggering her orgasm.  Her screams of rapture vibrated out
her mouth as she sucked furiously on Melisandre’s clit and upper cunt sucked
deep in her mouth.  Where Ygritte’s screams were muffled and swallowed by
Melisandre’s wet snatch, Melisandre’s wails were almost deafening.  Those
screams urged Jon to continue ramming his cock into Ygritte’s spasming cunt and
for Ygritte to keep sucking and gobbling sloppy wet sweet pussy.
The crows avoided her.  They sensed her difference and power.  Suddenly she
felt a presence behind her.  She purred when Jon Stark, who she thought of as
her husband (and he was no fucking bastard), pulled her tight into his body and
bent down, kissing her head and stroking her breast and pussy through her
pants, making her wet. He was promising her another great fuck tonight.
They talked about the growing evil out there in the trackless depths of the
dark North.  They knew that the final battle was growing ever closer.
Ygritte had to smile at the difference between her and Melisandre and Jon.  She
was fiercely anxious for the upcoming battle.  Jon was resigned and wanted to
meet the danger to his home and loved ones with firm resolve.  Melisandre was
anxious and nervous.  She wanted to strike but had never been in actual war
with forces moving against each other in formation and tactics.
They would crush the Wight King!  Then they would be free to leave this place
and find themselves a home.  Maybe somewhere with this new Queen.  Melisandre
did much prefer a warmer clime.  Ygritte did not care where, as long as
Melisandre and Jon were with her.
Jon went to walk down the wall to increase and strengthen the resolve and
courage of the crows and free folk watching the North.
Ygritte went down in the basket and went to the mess hall.  She no longer
needed to eat or drink like Melisandre, but she still enjoyed a nice steamy
stew.
She chewed on a heel of bread and talked with Samwell Tarly. She liked him. 
She had helped Gilly to get the silly crow to give up the stupid vow of
chastity that these damn crows took.  She had had to work way too hard to get
Jon Snow to break his vows.  She saw Gilly come and sit beside Tarly. Tarley
still insisted that when they were out with his crow brothers that they hide
their true relationship.  Jon hoped to change that after the war and before he
resigned his commission.  Ygritte hoped that Jon and Sam were but the first to
give up this senseless vow of chastity.
The order was dying away in part because of this vow of chastity and
sacrificing one’s life for the service.  They needed a military force like in
Dorne to rotate soldiers through to serve on the wall for one maybe two years
and the rotate off the duty.  Bring in fresh troops to keep the Order alive and
viable. 
She was telling him the story about her claiming of Melisandre.  It was a great
story after all and she loved telling it again and again.  She stopped mid-
sentence.  She felt a great magic near.  Not just any magic, but Shadowbinder
magic.  One of her kind had just made herself known. She could feel her aura
and knew she was a woman.  She was powerful, but not her or Melisandre’s equal.
Suddenly, she could feel Melisandre’s distress,  mental and not physical.  Her
wife needed her as she shot off the bench and ran out of the mess hall, leaving
a befuddled Sam in her wake.
Ygritte ran furiously back to their bed quarters in the room near the armory.
It was away from the foot traffic and gave them the privacy they all craved
now.
She ran down the hall, furious at the distress pouring from Melisandre’s
psyche.  She was hurting and confused, and Ygritte was enraged that anyone
would make her wife feel such upset.
Ygritte slammed the door to their bedroom open with her long dagger in hand,
ready to dispense death.  Melisandre was cowering in the corner of the room,
confronted by a shadowbinder with a strange wooden mask covering her face.
“Get away from her you bitch!” Ygritte shrieked at the woman, swiping her
dagger at the stranger who immediately backed away, holding her hands up.
“Control yourself  Tygreti!”
“My name is Ygritte, bitch!” she snarled, moving to pull Melisandre into her
body with her free arm.  Her wife collapsing into her side, sobbing and
shaking.  Ygritte’s anger was boiling. To hell with her order - for hurting
Melisandre she would gut the whore.
“Ygritte … Melisandre.” The woman with the mask addressed both women with a
slight turn of her head.  “I am Quaithe.  One of you should be dead. All know
that Azor reborn will need to sacrifice his wife on his sword.”  The woman
pointed her finger at each woman in turn. “One of you did not perform her
duty!”
Ygritte snorted “You came all the way from Asshai to tell us that. 
Ppffffftttt!  You know nothing Quaithe.  Our love is all that is needed for Jon
and his sword.  You’re just like the men of this world.  Kill women here,
enslave women there.  Bahhh!  I reject that outdated thinking!  Be gone woman!”
“YOU do not know what you speak Ygritte!  You have kept Melisandre from
sacrificing herself, and you have denied the task yourself as well. It is
needed.  It is absolutely needed!  You know this!”
“We will take you and thrust you on Jon’s sword if you want a sacrifice so
badly!” Ygritte snarled, moving forward with her dagger raised.
“I’m not his wife!” the shadow bender exclaimed, moving back.
“I thought as much!” Ygritte stopped moving forward and wrapped both arms
around Melisandre and hugged her, shooting daggers at Quaithe with her eyes.
For a minute they were at an impasse.  Ygritte kept cooing to Melisandre. She
would have to build up her confidence again, thanks to that gods damned woman.
“Why are you so anxious to get directly involved?  I thought that we
Shadowbinders were supposed to work from the shadows and advise only.  Are you
becoming like us, O pure one?!” Ygritte spit out spitefully as she studied the
interloper.  She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, but that could be easily off
by centuries. She was certainly beautiful even with the mask totally covering
her face. The woman’s hair dark brown tied up in a bun.
Suddenly, Quaithe surged forward.  “You must listen to me. You both have
strayed from the faith. You’ve become heretics!  Melisandre must sacrifice
herself on Azor’s sword!”  Quaithe’s hands gripped the taller woman’s
shoulders.
Ygritte had had enough.  Her right hand balled in a fist around her dagger,
then lashed out in a vicious roundhouse arc,  her fist slamming into the mask
that the strange woman wore.
The blow was so vicious that the mask shattered, the panes flying apart. 
Melisandre forgot her distress and pain, and Ygritte forgot her anger.
The woman’s face may have been beautiful once, but it was now a ruin. Most of
it had been burned away on the left side. Her lips and cheeks were gone, and
her skull exposed.  Deep runnels ran up to her hair line, the flesh eaten away
and bone exposed. The right side of her face was less damaged, but the skin and
muscle was still terribly burned and blackened. Ygritte instinctually knew that
someone had hurled acid in this once beautiful woman’s face.  Her face had been
made a wasteland.
“NNNNOOOOOOO! UUNNGGHHEEEEIIIIIII!” Quaithe screamed, throwing up her hands. 
The light from the fireplace went dark for ten long seconds.  When it returned,
Quiathe was gone.  Ygritte and Melisandre stared at the door that had worked
shut after Ygritte’s entrance.
It had not been opened again.  They were alone, deeply distressed by the
appearance of the woman and her ruined face.
“My gods,” Melisandre gasped “what happened to her?”
“I don’t know love.  She’s not important.”  Ygritte gripped her wife’s hair and
brought their mouths together, kissing her hard.  Melisandre hesitated but soon
gave into her wife’s adore for her and opened her mouth groaning, feeling her
wife’s wet tongue twining around hers, slithering and squeezing.
The tension in Melisandre’s body faded.
“Listen to me baby! … Jon and I are right!  Believe us!  There is no sacrifice
necessary—Azor was a weak man who did not understand his prophecy.  Our love is
more vital and powerful than one man’s obsession with blood sacrifice.” 
Ygritte looked hard into her wife’s eyes, where she saw doubt fading.  “Believe
in me Melisandre … believe in Jon—believe in our love for each other. 
Quaithe’s vision is blinded by the dogma that once gripped you, and her own
pain blinds her.”
“My gods, who would do that to another woman?”  Melisandre, her sweet self,
more worried about this Quaithe than her own distress.  Ygritte breathed
easier.  The crisis had passed.
Soon Melisandre was naked on their bed screaming as Ygritte sucked her off to a
violent flipping and jackknifing orgasm.  Ygritte kept loving her wife, making
her cum again and again, the tall woman’s body simply soaked from hair to feet
in sweat and cum.
Jon came in an hour later and instinctively knew what to do.  He fucked
Melisandre hard, face to face, and kissed her deeply as his cock exploded
firing off hot arrows of cum into his wife’s cunt, flooding it.  His semen
jetted into her love box and womb which triggered yet another orgasm for
Melisandre.  Her screams were swallowed into Jon’s devouring mouth.  Ygritte’s
screams bouncing off the walls as she jerked off and timed her orgasm to meet
Melisandre’s orgasm.
Three hours later Melisandre was asleep with Ygritte sprawled on top of her and
Jon leaning into her right side.  He played with Melisandre’s sweaty, matted
hair.  Normally, he fucked his wives in turn, ejaculating in both their pussies
but tonight he had cummed all four times in Melisandre’s hot vice-tight cunt,
knowing she needed to be the sole focus of the lovemaking.  She needed to feel
his semen spurting hard with his cock buried fully sheathed up her tight
spasming cunt.  Ygritte hungrily jumped in to make more love to Melisandre as
Jon recovered.
“We will need to go to Winterfell and get the first shipment of dragon glass,”
he told Ygritte. She nodded sleepily.  It was time to start peeling away the
veils that surrounded them and their love. 
Tyrion
Tyrion was very pleased with himself as he sat in his comfortable plush chair
in the tower of the Hand.  He was performing his services as the Hand of the
Queen most satisfactorily. She valued his judgments and insights.  She was
strong-willed and confident but would follow his advice or plan if he proved it
had merit or was outright superior to her original intent.
He had approved the initial plans for the first phase of the rebuild of Flea
Bottom.  He was also going to use the opportunity to increase the pier space at
the harbor and build ten more slips to increase trade.  He would use the
landfill to create space for the new orphanage that Dany wanted to build, and a
halfway house for abused women. He would use the dredge material and ruined
buildings to build the new on top of the old.  Tyrion appreciated Dany’s hot
anger at those who had been abused.  He could only have wished that his father
and sister had faced her wrath when he was growing up.
Thinking on self-defense prompted him to wonder where his new bodyguard was. 
Varys had spoken highly of the man.  He was supposed to have arrived half an
hour ago.
His sister’s rapid transformation into a fighting and, ergo, killing machine
was making him nervous.  If she found out how much he had bet on her failure
she would be filled with righteous fury.
He looked around.  He had just bet that Obara would not be in his sister’s
short clothes for the next three months.  He had to win sometime!  Most only
gave Cersei a few weeks to resist the beautiful, voluptuous warrior’s
advances.  Cersei had to use that new found willpower to resist for three
measly months!  She owed Tyrion, godsdamnit!
There was a knock on the door.  He took his time to answering.
A minute later there was a harder knock on the door.  “Come answer the door you
sawed off runt!  I want to be paid for this waste of time.”
The insolence! Tyrion stalked to the door and flung it open.
Outside leaning against the wall was a man with a sword on his hip.  Tyrion was
expecting a knight, not some sell sword.
“I was expecting a knight,” Tyrion told the man, looking extremely
disappointed.
“You got me.” He answered as a woman followed in, giving off an air of being
much aggrieved.  Tyrion could not help but eye the woman as she swished her
hips, walking into his chamber looking at the opulence of the room with a
calculating eye.
“Hey Imp, keep your eyes off my woman!  I’m paying her a lot of money to
pretend she loves me dearly.”
“I see. May I ask your lady her name?” Tyrion asked.
“Shae. And my ‘sweet paramour’ here is Bronn. His money makes up for lack of a
cock.” She said casually.
“That is sweet coming from a woman who if she had as many on her as she has had
in her would look like a porcupine,” the man shot back nonchalantly.
Tyrion studied the strange pair.  The man, this Bronn, had a lean, wolfish
appearance, with dark hair, dark eyes and a stubble of beard.  He was of
average height and build. 
He had expected, well, more.
Tyrion turned his attention to the woman who reminded him subtly of Tysha. 
Shae was short and very pretty, with large dark eyes and black hair that was
braided and running down her back.  Her high, firm breasts swished invitingly
in her sheer, loose top.  Despite being a short woman, she had the legs of a
filly. She was fingering the furniture and expensive ornaments that lined the
shelves and tops of tables and desks.
“Shae, can you be a little less obvious in your leering at the wealth of the
Hand?” Bronn sighed.
“I think I like this little Lion of Lannister.  I bet his cock is bigger than
yours.” She sniped playfully, shaking her ass at him and smiling seductively at
Tyrion.  The dwarf felt his cock stirring.  Just whatkind of body guard was he
getting?
“I expect double pay for any travel and I will be needing an extra stipend to
keep Shae happy in a nice apartment,” Bronn stipulated.
“Why should I hire you for my bodyguard at all? You seem lacking.”
“I am very good, Imp.  Plus, if I’m paid I’m very loyal, and very good at
killing people.  I hear you are afraid of a little kitty cat down in Dorne. 
I’ll protect you from the kitty.  If she gets past me, Shae will fuck her to
death.  Won’t you dear?”
“At least I’ll have a nice orgasm for a change.” Shae deadpanned.
For the next half-hour Tyrion negotiated a little, but was mainly insulted as
he watched the sell sword and prostitute argue and backbite each other. They
obviously enjoyed it. After they left his quarters, Tyrion stuck his head out
the door and saw Bronn cupping Shae’s firm ass as the woman giggled and leaned
into him with obvious affection.
Most strange.
He reviewed the reports from Dragonstone.  The mining and extraction of
obsidian was moving a pace.  Artisans were shaping arrowheads, spear tips,
daggers and jareds.  Tyrion had commissioned the making of a dagger for himself
as well, he was feeling very defensive presently.
He heard another angry knock on the door.  He went and opened it, prepared to
ask Bronn what demand he had now and instead was shocked into stillness.
In his doorway stood Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock.  He glared down at his
youngest offspring.
Tywin did not wait to be let in.  He strode in with an air of possessiveness. 
“This used to be my room.  I was the best hand this realm has ever known.”  He
looked down at his son with a clearly disapproving stare. “This Daenerys
Targaryen is sadly lacking as Queen.  She wastes time carving pretty little
chairs for dwarfs.  She needs to focus on the true needs of the realm.”
Tyrion had started to shrink, but the insult on his Queen stiffened his
backbone.
“Your vision is obviously dimming along with your years, father.  This woman is
twice the kings you served and I might add I am clearly your equal.  The queen
values my judgment and insights.”
“That alone shows her lack of royal temperament. She will not last the year.
She will only last as long as she uses what is between her legs to keep the men
enthralled with her.  When they grow tired of her, she will be done.”
Tywin looked down as his son fell to the floor, bursting into laughter. 
Several times Tyrion almost controlled his laughing, only to point at his
father and start laughing hysterically again.  The consternation on his
father’s face at his hysterical laughter spurring further laughing fits in
Tyrion.
Finally, Tyrion gathered himself.  “Father. She’s a rug muncher. A muff
diver.”  Tyrion slowly levered himself up off the floor. He continued to
snicker, seeing Tywin’s confusion.
“She’s a lesbian, father.  Believe me, the last thing she wants is a man’s
cock.”
Tywin took a minute to digest this information.  “Unnatural bitch!”
“Please, pretty please, tell our Queen that to her face.  I will love watching
her gut you.” Tyrion told his father sweetly.
“Enough of this woman.  You need to leave this post and come home and assume
your duties as my heir.” Tywin told his son, looking down on him with disdain.
Getting desperate, aren’t you father? Tyrion thought to himself.
“I have no intention of going back to that place. Ever. I belong here with the
Queen.  You will be only a footnote in history where my accomplishments will be
written of for a thousand years, father.  Your time is past - go home and
sulk.”
“You insolent little cur!”
“Now that is the father that I know and loathe.  You don’t get it, do you? 
Jamie wants nothing to do with you, ever.  Cersei chose exile rather than
return to your not-so-loving talons.  I am happy and proud here, father. My
future is with this Queen.  She is the fulfillment of A Song Of Ice and Fire.
She is the beginning of a new age of enlightenment and reclamation.  This will
be an age of light, father.  You had better go home.  You will have no place in
that light.  The shadows you thrive in are getting smaller with Daenerys reign
sweet loathsome father.”
“I ought to slap you down, you little dog.  You need you fulfill your duty!”
I will need to keep that damn Bronn closer than I thought.“Father you don’t get
it.  None of your children want anything to do with you.  We detest you!  You
treated us like shit and we are now free - and flourishing I might add.”
“You know nothing of family, honor or duty.  None of my ill-begotten children
do.  All of you have been extreme disappointments to me.”
For a moment Tyrion fantasized about shooting his father with a crossbow.
He went to the door and opened it.  “I believe this meeting is over, father.”
Tywin stormed out.
“Father!” Tyrion called out while Tywin was in the hall.  His father paused,
his head cocked.
“Since you think homosexuality is so vile, I have some news for you.  Your
granddaughter has her head buried in not one pussy, not two pussies, but three
pussies.  She has married threewomen.  Imagine that, father.”
Tywin scowled. 
“And your daughter.  She is being seduced as we speak.  Soon she will be a
lesbian too.  I bet three months before she succumbs, but everyone else is
betting two weeks tops. 
“And guess who is doing the seducing, father.  Obara Sand.  Oberyn’s daughter. 
Perfect isn’t it!  The daughter of one of your greatest enemies.
“Think of that, father.  All your female progeny are gay.  Cersei is currently
discovering that as we speak. You might want to reconsider your bigotry.”
Tyrion slammed the door in his father’s spluttering face as it turned a not-so-
healthy shade of red.
Ice King
Trees and undergrowth whipped by at a blur.  Several deer and an elk were
startled and started to jump away, but the disturbance was already past them
before the animals fully registered the potential threat.
The Ice King was moving at an exhilarating clip.  He had a meeting to keep.  He
felt his son humming a strange cadence as he drank his father’s blood, the
Croyel’s talons digging into his father’s side painfully. The Ice Wight
welcomed the pain.  It gave him power. 
The Ice King was running faster than the quickest deer.  He had crested a hill
a league back and spied the first glimmer of the hated Wall.  He continued
speeding toward that destination.  His true son filed his body with exultant
power that allowed him to fly over the ground like a striking hawk.
In the past he had met the traitors on the beach a few leagues North of the
Wall, but that was no longer possible.  The cursed Dragon Queen had tightened
her blockade of the sea, and her ships sailed up and down the coast
continuously.
She had gotten bold.  A large company of men had come ashore and established a
small base there.  He had gathered a force of his dead and several of his Wight
Sons to exterminate the camp.  It had been most satisfying as his minions
killed most of the warm bloods and converted them to his army.   
Then last month an extremely large ship had run aground. The ship had two
others off shore at anchor to protect it.  The Ice King sent a larger force to
kill and claim these strange people.  Their skin was dark as if burned – but it
did not matter.  They would die.
His forces approached slowly as the Ice King watched through his Lt. Son – one
of his first he converted from Craster many years ago.
He smiled as the arrows launched had pierced his dead army to no effect.  His
shambling dead had reached the ship and started to climb up it.  The other
ships had weighed anchor and moved closer to shore.  Suddenly, a command went
up from the ship in their guttural language.
The Ice King watched with fascination through his son as lids were ripped off
pots lashed to the masts and rigging. The archers dipped their arrows down and
then lit them.
Flights of arrows filled the air like fiery locusts in a swarm.  His dead were
pierced repeatedly with flaming arrows and caught fire.  The dark skinned
people seemed to have no end to their supply of death.  An Ice Wight charged
the ship but was pierced with so many arrows he died screaming as he melted on
the spot.  Another dodged the arrows and with great strength heaved himself up
on the deck of the beached ship.  He killed his enemies sweetly, his blade
shattering their steel. Then a woman hit his blade with a sword that shattered
the ice blade.  That was impossible!
He saw that the sword had a strange blue cast to it.  What kind of sword was
mightier than their swords of ice?
It should have been impossible. His son died seconds after that, his arm lopped
off by the blade and arrows piercing his body, killing him with hot angry
flame.  His elder son ordered his forces back in defeat.
Damn them all.
This Dragon Queen needed to be defeated!  She was too cunning.  He would kill
her himself.  She would come to him, he smiled in cold surety as he reached the
Wall.
The Ice King wasted no time ramming his fingers into the ice Wall.  Ice he
knew.  He felt an ill pulsing in his fingers, but his strength had been
multiplied immeasurably by his son.  He felt the Wall trying to push him back
to stop his advance, but he was now simply too strong for it.  He was exalted. 
He pulled back in shock as his son screamed in agony.  The Wall suddenly
exploded into blue rippling light up and down its length from bottom to top for
several hundred yards on each side of him.  Now he sensed extreme, dire power
but it was not tuned for him.  The Wall continued to ripple and shimmer, almost
seeming to dance.
His son screamed into his mind: How is this possible! No no no!  It is a
Forbidding!  Not here the cursed Lords! Not here!
He talked to his son slowly, calming his normally confident and placid boy.  He
was not able to fully understand him, but he got the basic idea. 
The blue flame slowly dying away was a Forbidding imposed on the Wall in its
creation.  It opposed what it considered to be evil.  The Lords were from some
far away land called simply The Land.  They were an anathema to the Croyel;
mortal enemies.
The Croyel yammered he should have seen it but it had lay hidden.  As he had
discussed these strange events with his true son the blue rippling slowly faded
away.  Again he could no longer sense this Forbidding as the Wall was now
nothing but normal ice.  The Croyel was shaken, jabbering that the Forbidding
should have flayed the muscle and tendons off his bones and incinerated him. He
was stunned he was alive. 
The Croyel studied the wall with eyes beyond the kin of the Ice King.  After
fifteen minutes the Croyel gasped.
He told his father that he must break their bond for a minute.
The Ice King hesitated.  He was assured that their intimate union would only be
broken only for a minute.  The father finally gave permission to his son.
The Ice King staggered and fell to his knees, weakened like a new born babe. 
The Croyel crawled into his father’s arms, and asked his father to hold him
out.  He complied with arms that trembled as if he had palsy.  They stared at
each other and the Ice King sensed that the Croyel was looking at himself
through his own eyes.
The Croyel having learned what it sought, quickly crawled back to his nestling
spot on the Ice King’s back and bit into his father’s throat.  The Ice King
surged back up, his strength renewed.
“What did you see, my son?”
“Magic is dying father.  The Wall and its Forbidding is diminished.  I am
diminished.  As are you, Father.  All are diminished.  Some line has been
crossed.”
The Ice King stated to his son he had never felt stronger.
He felt the Croyel thinking.  “I am prepared now.  I will cast a spell of
separation that will allow you to climb the Wall without it sensing my
presence.  The Forbidding was created by the dread Lords who have intimate
knowledge of my kind and know how to kill us with their vile, evil magic. You
will shield me.”  The Croyel hummed a new, discordant song. 
The Ice King did not care.  If all were weakening at this rate, he was still
the mightiest force in his world.  He would defeat the North and then move to
the South of the World to take care of these “Lords”. 
The Croyel smiled into his throat.  He told his father that in the South magic
was still strong and vital.
The Ice King climbed the wall easily with his great strength, though the higher
he climbed, the more his fingers and feet ached as the Wall repelled and fought
his advance upward. But it did not overcome him, he was simply too strong. 
They had chosen this location because it was still rarely patrolled. He quickly
scrabbled down the other side of the Wall and ran south at dizzying speed for
twenty leagues until he came to a small, dilapidated cabin.  A small group of
men came out to greet him, shivering hard at the cold the Ice King brought with
him.
 The men wore the sigils of Twin Towers and a Flayed Man on their surcoats. 
After the death of Petyr Baelish, the Ice King had feared he would not be able
to find more traitors but the promise of wealth, power and women always seduced
the weak.
A man named Roose Bolton spoke for the traitors.  He felt slighted and
aggrieved by the House of Stark and would look forward to usurping their power
and rank.  He would feel avenged for the many slights done his house.
The Ice King negotiated pacts with those vile, weak warmbloods that he never
intended to keep.  He would kill them last, and add them to his army for his
march into Essos. The men were greedy and full of avarice.  He hated them even
more than the House of Stark if that was possible.
The trip back to his kingdom was uneventful.  He endured the pain of the Wall
as his son clung to him even tighter.  He felt his son contemplating events and
portents.
He was not worried.  If all were weakened evenly, then that still left him the
strongest of all.  He would conquer the world.  It was his destiny.  He would
remake the world into his image - a land cold and bleak with icy winds forever
blowing across the wastes.
He felt his son contemplating and mulling over the revelation at the Wall.  Why
was magic fading?
Daenerys
The Queen had forgone the Small Council meeting.  There was no new business
that had to be addressed.  She thought of her plans for the coming campaign in
the North as walked to the throne room to hear supplications. 
During their last Klatch of Confidents meetings the Queen had defined their
additional exploration of the North.  Her forces had already scooted potential
landing beaches to bring her forces to the North.  She had her pool of
beachheads to choose from now.
Now she and her generals along with Tyrion and Missandei studied the maps of
the North.  They were looking for the unused backroads and smuggler tracks. 
She had sent forces inland.  Her scouts were seeking out paths and fords inland
on the rivers of the North.  She had found all her Klatch members had good eyes
for terrain and finding good blocking positions.
She would put strong blocking forces comprised of her Mercenary Companies. 
These forces would take local high ground near the centers of gravitas in the
North.  White Harbor, the Dreadfort, Karhold, Hornwood and Deepwood Motte. 
These mercenary companies would hold these chokepoints in case she had misread
Eddard and he was truly a traitor. 
These forces would hold and delay.  They would bleed the enemy until word got
to her.  She would constantly have her dragons flying over the North.  She
would find out of their treachery.  Her forces were to hold the advance of the
enemies advance.
They would pin the enemy advance down till her dragons could be brought to
bear.  She had was developing doctrine that her blocking forces were to seek
out and destroy any scorpions or trebuchets.  With these destroyed her dragons
could attack at will. 
She was gathering all the intelligence she needed so she could act then the
time came.  She felt it was coming soon.  Her thoughts returned to her duties
as to hearing supplications to the throne.
She had scheduled and posted that she would have audience early on the Iron
Throne instead.  She was excited about the tourney that was to happen in the
afternoon – so excited that she didn’t even feel the damn steel points and
barbs of the gods forsaken Iron Throne piercing her dainty posterior.
She heard the routine petty arguments between shop owners and aggrieved spouses
and some teenage hooligans that she assigned some civic duty to, and forced
them to perform service to the people they had victimized with their vandalism.
Then came a man with a proposal that the Queen might find ‘beneficial and
highly profitable’. He claimed to have a new way to advertise that merchants
would be scrabbling to take advantage of.
She asked the man what she would use extra money for.  Surely he could not
produce enough income for her to find useful.  She was Queen after all.
The man responded that her frugality was already becoming well-known and
admired.  Her desire to put the crown’s resources to work for the people was
very commendable.  But surely, the Queen would enjoy a sizable fund to purchase
perfume, makeup, nightgowns and undergarments for the man in her life. Or get
her hair and nails done so she could impress her male suitors.  Surely she
wanted to look her best for any men she might want to impress.
Daenerys’ hands gripped the arms of the throne, her knuckles turning white with
her fingers clawing the metal.  Was this man insane?!
The queen saw Tyrion trying to catch the man’s attention with not so subtle
hand motions.  The imp’s face was frantic as he waved his hand back and forth
at his neck with the universal sign to “cut it off!” 
The man was oblivious. 
Daenerys saw Missandei looking at her with a humored grin. The Naathi rolled
her eyes at the clueless man and turned her head to look at the Queen.  She
subtly put her parted fingers up to her lips and wiggled her tongue between
them, just barely sticking her tongue out.
Daenerys laughed, her anger settling.
“What do you want?  Get on with it man!” the Queen implored the clueless
salesman.
He looked miffed that he was being cut off.
“I have this great idea.  Your dragons need exercise, right?”
The Queen cocked an eyebrow at this.
“And they must be getting fat.”
The Queen’s eyes nearly bulged out of her eye sockets.  Was this man insulting
her sons!  Her sons were svelte by the gods!
“Beasts that large must be lazy and need exercise.”
The Queen was nearly jumping out of the Iron Throne at this point, barely
restraining herself. “Your idea.” Daenerys ground out.
“Oh.  Yes.  My idea.”
Finally, Daenerys thought.
“I am thinking that we can create a new way to advertise.  Diaper cleaning
services for new mothers.  Wooden dentures for the elderly.  Corsets to keep
unruly teenage girls virgins for their future husbands.”
Daenerys made a strangled noise.
“The new herbal blend that treats erectile dysfunction in men, and contact your
doctor or shaman for an erection lasting over four hours.”
“Are you shitting me?!” the Queen exclaimed.
“No.  I am totally serious” the man responded clearly confused as to the
Queen's reactions.
“Where the hell do my dragons come into this?!”
“I was thinking we could build a harness to fit around their bodies and place
metal signs with the advertisements emblazoned on them.  Everyone would see
them.  I will make them very visual for the illiterate.”
Daenerys could just see the pictographs for erectile dysfunction. “You can’t be
serious!”
“Oh yes, I am my Queen. We’ll be rich!”
Tyrion had jumped up out of his chair.  “I like it!”
The Queen’s head whipped around to glare down at her Hand, her violet eyes
blazing.  “You can’t agree with this, Tyrion.” she snarled.
Tyrion was rubbing his hands, his eyes alight with greed and avarice.
“I can make it even better,” the dwarf said. “We could design a harness that
your dragons could slip into.  Then have long cables hanging off of the
harnesses.  From the cables we could attach long, streaming banners. My gods it
would be so beautiful.”
Daenerys stared at her Hand with dire warnings.
“They could fly up and down the beach for hours. Landing only to change out the
banners.  Yes, yes, it would work.”  The greed radiating off Tyrion was almost
incandescent.
The Queen was shaking in ire now.
Tyrion was into it now.  “You could even put different designs on each side of
the banners to double the profits.  My gods I—errr I mean, we would make such a
profit.  I could maybe hire a second bodyguard.”
“I forbid it!”
“Ohhhh Danyyyyy!” Tyrion pleaded.  “Drogon is looking a little overweight.”
“Over my dead body, Tyrion Lannister!”
Daenerys spent the next minute shouting down Tyrion’s pleas to listen to
reason.
Finally the Queen relaxed back into her Throne with a self-satisfied smile, the
distasteful matter behind her.
“Enough of this foolishness!” A loud, baritone male voice intoned from the back
of the audience chamber.  Slowly Tywin Lannister stepped forward.  “I have
witnessed enough of this infantile behavior from my son and an immature teenage
woman.  It is time that males again led Westeros!”
The Lion of Lannister came to a stop in front of throne.
Daenerys sat at attention on her throne, her body rigid.  She stared down at
the man silently.  The people in the audience chamber were silent and tense. 
When the Queen was quiet, that was when danger was in the air.
“You are not on the audience list.” Daenerys calmly called down to Tywin.
“I don’t need to be on the list.  I am a former Hand and the titular head of a
Great House.  A man leading his house.  I have the right by birth.”
“I see.” Daenerys leaned to the right and reached beside her throne.  Her hand
pulled up and Foe Hammer was in her grip, the light of the sword shimmering
blue.  “Then you are willing to meet me in challenge in front of the throne.”
“I am not challenging you, woman.  I am merely stating fact.”
“I will let you live, this time. If you ever speak again in this room, it will
be because you have registered to speak.  You are nothing to me!”
“I would never allow this drivel before the throne when I was Hand.”
“Why is that?”
“You don’t allow the common rabble to come before the throne.  It is unseemly
and demeans the throne.”
The said common rabble were murmuring staring daggers at the Lord of Casterly
Rock.
“So, letting the common people to have full right of entreaty lowers the
throne?”
“Yes.  Only the high nobles can lead the people.  The common men are just
rabble.  The throne was meant to have a man of royal birth sitting on it.”
“A man like you?”
“If not me, then a man of equal greatness. Not an unnatural woman.  My son told
me three nights ago of your … particular hungers.”
“I see,” Daenerys spoke, turning to look at Tyrion.  He was staring at her
wide-eyed, shrinking back in his chair in raw fear.
Daenerys smiled reassuringly. She was sure he was defending her in some
manner.  She turned to look back at Tywin.
“Unnatural.  Like your granddaughter, Myrcella, and her mother Cersei?  I think
we all share the same malady.  Seems to run in your family quite heavily.”
While none of it was secret, it was still little known and she knew Tywin had
no desire to have this knowledge spread throughout the realm.
Both stared at each other hard.  Threats given and received. 
“You say you are superior to my abilities.” Daenerys continued.
“I think it is rather obvious.”
“Hhhmmmm … let’s look at the pro and cons to what say you, Tywin.”
The leader of House Lannister squared his shoulders ready. “You know I had been
the Hand to your father.”
“Yes.  For twenty years. Then you got upset and abandoned your post.”
“That is not what happened.”
“You rushed to my father’s aid during Robert’s Rebellion, making sure to arrive
too late to help in his defense.”
“That is a lie!”
“Forces under your control killed my sister-in-law after raping her, I might
add.  Oh that is right - you had my niece raped and then killed as well, but
not before bashing my baby nephew’s head in.”
“I had no part in that. I was shocked at that turn of events!”
“Were they under your command?”
“Y-Y-Yesss but—“
“There is no “but” … heinous crimes were committed by men under your command!”
“I cannot be held accountable by all those under my command.  I cannot be
everywhere at once!”
“A true man accepts responsibility for those under his command.” Her eyes
narrowed. “Have you made loans to the throne?”
“You know I have.”
“Indeed. Many if not all riddled with fraud and usury rates.”
“I deny those chargers.”
“Is a man the head of his house?”
“You know the answer to that!”
“My Hand. Your youngest son.  You treated him like a piece of shit, and to this
day despises you.  Your eldest son, Jaime Lannister, renounced his birthright
and refuses to acknowledge his status.  In fact he has petitioned me to change
his last name to Tarth.  His children are to be known by that surname.  When
Brienne’s father steps down, she will take leadership of the House and not
Jaime.  He says she will make a much better leader than he ever could.”
“That is unnatural … my son is a fool!”
“Fortunately, Jamie did not inherit your misogyny.”
“That leaves your daughter.  I gave her three choices as to her future.  As you
can see she did not choose to go home to you and your tender ministrations. 
She chose exile and the hard life of a warrior initiate.  As a father you seem
to really, really suck at the job, Tywin.”
“I resent that.”
“Then resent the truth.  We both know about your female progeny.  I must say
from personal experience I applaud their tastes.” The Queen spoke down to Tywin
intoning the last word.
Tywin’s face went red.
“It is a new time, Tywin. A new age. I foresee that women are forevermore going
to control more and more the levers of power.  Arianna will take over in Dorne
and your granddaughter will be there to support her. 
“Be gone, Tywin Lannister.  You can speak freely after you register and put on
the register what you desire to speak.  Like everyone else.”
The Lord of Casterly Rock stormed out of the audience hall.
----
Daenerys was excited when the time for the tourney had finally arrived. She had
resisted having any tourneys or contests, citing the costs to the throne.  A
large contingent from the Free Cities had arrived for the event just the day
before. 
They had wanted desperately to witness a Westeros Tourney. Most of them did not
have such spectacle in Essos.  Daenerys had demurred until the wealthy
merchants and nobles told her that they would pay for the costs of the event. 
They had sent artisans out ahead of the delegation to prepare the tourney field
and surrounding skill competition fields.
With their money and workers, a grandstand and tourney fields had been set up. 
A jousting rink was also erected.  The grandstands made of fine wood and of the
best carpentry skills.  The booths for the royals and the wealthy merchants to
sit in were resplendent in the finest upholstery and dark hard woods.  Gold and
silver inlay were used throughout the booths.
Daenerys shook her head at the extravagant waste of it all.
Daenerys had been thrilled at the power and savagery of the men charging each
other in the jousting lanes.  The violent collisions of lance on shield.  The
way the men were lifted off their horses and slammed to the ground was
thrilling to watch.  She had supreme confidence in her own abilities, but she
knew she was just too tiny to take on those big burley men on horses with
weight and momentum on their side. 
A young knight from House Swann had won.
She had also loved the demonstrations of archery and ax throwing. 
Then it was time for the melee.  She understood the need to wear her dragon
mail armor and a helm, but she was not used to all that protection.  She felt
like a snail, and hated how the helm kept her from seeing around herself
clearly.
She had decided to have referees judge when a ‘killing’ blow had been landed. 
Syrio and Barristan were two of the judges.  Syrio would never survive a
heavily armored melee as a water dancer, and Barristan insisted that he had
already fought his battles.
She saw Strong Belwas in the rink with a helm on, and little else.  He was
going to be an easy mark.  He was stumbling around, bellowing that he could not
see.
She saw Gendry out with his war hammer and plate armor that he had crafted
himself.  He had on his head a burnished helm with bull horns on it.  He looked
like what his father must have looked like in his prime.  She could understand
why women were so attracted to Robert.  Fortunately, Gendry had not inherited
his father’s temperament when it came to bedding women.
He seemed to have only eyes for his half-sister Mya.  With her Targaryen
lineage one thing she had no problem with was the concept of incest.  If both
parties were old enough to consent freely with mature judgement then she would
fully support any such union.  She sometimes wondered how Jaime and Cersei
Lannister would have turned out if they could have freely shown their love.
Nahhh!  Probably not.  Gods those two would have been insufferable with their
arrogance and narcissism.  They always seemed to bring out the worst in each
other.
She noticed when Mya put a ribbon on his arm.  She had come to her recently
asking if could have permission to marry Gendry. The dull ox was to stoic and
unsure of himself to propose to her and she needed to take matters in her own
hands.  He was deathly afraid she would be angered at their incest.
Daenerys had laughed hard at that which confused Mya until she had described
the full history of House Targaryen.  What many did not know was that incest
was a common attribute among the other High House of Valyria.  They sought to
keep their blood lines pure.  Plus, when you are raised to find love with
siblings it was most liable to occur.
The Queen rested on the rail on the edge of the tourney field.  She was
plotting her path to victory.  Today the dragon would roar in triumph! 
Daenerys would use her agility and skill, and win the tourney!  She could feel
it.
Over two hundred men and one woman were now on the edges of the melee field,
eyeing each other nervously with wired tension.
A war horn sounded.
AAAAAwwwhhhooooooo!
With a loud scream Daenerys charged forward.  She sensed someone behind her and
whirled, barely blocking the vicious downward arc of a mighty broadsword.  The
knight beside her on the edge of the field had immediately tried to take her
out.
She pushed him back and was going to “gut” him with a pulled blow when she was
struck from the side and nearly knocked off her feet.
It was fucking chaos!  Everyone was attacking everyone else.  She saw Gendry’s
hammer sideswipe Strong Belwas’ helm, knocking the ill-fitting armor off-
kilter and blinding him.  He staggered around and tripped over the hip-high
fence, disqualifying himself.  The massive eunuch threw his helm off and pulled
a sack around that was on his hip.  He happily munched on locust watching the
melee in full form not twenty feet away.
She heard screams and curses all around her.  Her violet eyes were wide open in
the insanity. She was barely blocking blows from all angles as she kicked and
shoved men all around her, trying to get some space.
She saw a large knight and charged him. He blocked her blows, and then was
attacked and ‘killed’ from behind. 
Daenerys dove to the left and rolled to her feet and fought off three men as
they tried to take her out.  Her blue glowing rune sword swirling right and
left blocking their mighty hacking blows of their broadswords.  The two on the
left had to pivot to meet a sudden attack from that side.
Daenerys dispatched some squire with mismatched armor quickly.  She then had to
fight off Gendry, his war hammer hitting her blade and setting off sparks.  So
much for fucking gratitude! The Queen screamed in her head.
She tried to dispatch a knight but was assaulted by two more on each side of
her. She sidestepped the first, knocking him to the ground.  He rolled away as
she grappled with second knight. They grunted, pushing and jamming into each
other their swords locked.  They head butted one another, stunning themselves
and Daenerys punched the knight in the head with the pommel of her sword as his
knee slammed into her ribs.
They both staggered back.  She tripped onto her back, the breath whooshing out
of her lungs.  She was still gasping when her eyes bulged.  A knight with a
morning star whirring in a tight circle over his head came running forward at
her with a clear path.
She jerked her blade up and held it across her body, gripping the blade with
her left hand. The star and chain wrapped around her blade as it descended. 
She pulled forward, flinging the man over her head.  She scrabbled over and
jumped on him, ‘killing’ him with a stab of her sword.
BBBAAAMMMMMM!!
A huge chop landed down on her shoulder, numbing her arm.  “Daenerys Targaryen
has been eliminated!” shouted out Syrio.
“Nnnnoooooooooooo!” Daenerys wailed in frustration.
The Queen ran up Syrio “No fair!”                                  
“How so?  You were struck a killing blow.”
“But I am supposed to win!”
“Not today Dany.  Now off with you.”
“Aaarrrrrrgggghhhhh!” Daenerys stomped her feet on the ground and glared at
Syrio.  “I won’t forget this!”
Syrio sighed.  Geez, Dany was such a sore loser.  He motioned for Daenerys to
start leaving the tourney field.
She stormed off the field of the tourney, stomping her feet and wildly swinging
her sword all around. Once she had left the field, she flung her helm off.  The
helm hitting the ground and bouncing up high off the ground.  She kicked the
helm again in the air and it flew thirty feet to land and bounce away.
The Queen turned to sit down with her chin in her palm and harrumphed.  She
would have her revenge!
 
Eddard
Eddard was supervising the loading of the Crow wagon with the first load of
crafted weapons for the Night’s Watch.  He felt pride in helping his son in his
duty to defend the Wall and the realm.  He missed his son, who had done him so
proud.
He had supervised the creation of arrowheads, spear tips and other weapons made
of dragon glass.  He had brought in smiths from across his realm to make the
weapons for the Wall.  He wanted to make sure that they were made to the
highest quality standard. The King’s Road going straight to the Wall would
ensure quick delivery.  Soon he would have whole wagon trains loaded with the
precious weapons moving north.  They now could effectively fight the hoary host
of their implacable enemy.
Eddard trusted all his captains, but this was too important to risk anything
but the best effort.  Dragon Glass was notoriously brittle, and he knew many of
these weapons could break in use.  He ensured they were heavily protected in
straw and wood chips as they were packed for transportation. 
He had the craftsmen making as much as possible.  Eddard had to divide the
effort to ensure that his own forces were well taken care of.  He had been
relieved that the Queen was still permitting shipments of supplies from Essos
to come through.
Again, she was showing restraint.  She had said in between her insults and
rants she would never starve any in her realm. She was allowing the obsidian in
since it could never be effective against iron or steel.  He had even brought
in some weapon makers as they hid themselves as part of the crew.  The blockade
did not seem interested in Eddard acquiring a few more men of various skills.
The boarding’s had become routine since he never once tried to bring in
mercenaries or war materials. Eddard had meet with the representatives of the
companies he had hired to bring in supplies.  The instructions to the captains
had been very precise.  They were to show the utmost respect when they were
boarded.  The Queen was showing the utmost restraint and respect and so would
they.
He spied the three crows walking in from their quarters in the small village
east of Winterfell.  Eddard had offered them sanctuary within his walls, but
they had refused.  They did not speak but in the barest of whispers.  He
wondered if Jon had accepted some strange religious followers into his ranks. 
The news from the Wall had been confusing and hushed for the last year plus. 
He had been too busy with other matters to travel all the way to the Wall and
discover for himself exactly what was happening.  He had his son there, and
that was enough.
He had still been disturbed by the three Night’s Watchmen.  They were withdrawn
and solitary.  He did not feel any danger from them though, and as always
trusted his instincts.  In the North they never failed him. He felt put off by
their behavior, but was not going to let his pride dictate how he reacted to
rudeness.  He tried to be a bigger man than that.
With the first shipment fully and carefully packed, Eddard went to the Godswood
to sharpen Evening Star.  He had been practicing every morning hard with Arya -
she would be leaving for the South in the near future and he wanted her to
further hone her skills. 
He pulled out Evening Star, admiring its milky hue. He started to run his
sharpening blade up the edge, reflecting on the women in his life.  Cat was
experiencing morning sickness, and she loved it.  She was constantly telling
him she hoped it was another strong son. His wife simply loved being pregnant. 
Sansa was besotted with Margaery being back in Winterfell.  His eldest daughter
was still performing all the duties she had assumed, which filled Eddard’s
heart with pride.  She had wanted and taken responsibility, and did not shirk
the yoke and burden of command and leadership.
Sansa and Margaery ate at the table with them regularly, but always quickly
excused themselves.  Eddard fully supported them and their love, but he was
thankful they did not flaunt their intimate relationship in these trying
times.  He hoped to change that soon.
All had clapped Eddard on his back admiring his prowess in pulling off such a
grand theft.  They would probably never know that the Tyrells had been freely
given up.  He let them believe that a lightening fast raid of shock and awe had
let him acquire his hostages.
Loras was fighting with Arya daily, his dexterity and speed were helping Arya
improve her skills.  And with all the young fighting men currently lodging in
Winterfell, Loras was never lacking in … companionship.
He had passed down the hall in front of Sansa’s door late two nights past, and
Lady had suddenly jerked her head up and looked at the door with her head
cocked.
Eddard smiled softly.  He was sure he knew what Lady’s keen hearing had picked
up.
Arya was bouncing off the walls, constantly asking when it would be time to
head south.  She was anxious to serve her father Eddard was sure, but he knew
she had her own agenda in mind as well.
Eddard felt another presence in the Godswood, derailing his thoughts, and
looked up.
The three strange crows were walking towards him with their cowls pulled
forward to hide their features, same as they had since they arrived.  Eddard
was surprised they had not simply left with their shipment of dragon glass.
The three crows came to stand before him.  The tilt of their heads obviously
showed that they were looking down at him. The tallest was maybe six foot two
inches tall, while the shortest was barely five feet tall.  They looked odd
with their sized lined up from tallest to shortest.
The tallest spoke, and Eddard was shocked to hear a woman’s voice strong and
rich.
“The time of deceits are over, Eddard Stark.  That which you have not revealed
has been revealed.”
Eddard looked up at them.  Yes, definitely this woman was from some religious
order, and what in the realm was a woman doing wearing the cloak of a Crow?  He
still felt no threat.  He knew the Godswood would warn him if he was
threatened.  He put his sword across his knees and waited patiently to hear the
conversation out.
The three “Crows” remained in a row, looking at him in their quiet
contemplation.
The middle Crow slowly lifted his hands up and pulled his cloak hood back from
his face.
Eddard surged up to his feet, his sword clattering to the ground forgotten.
“Oh my gods … Jon?” Eddard asked his son softly.
“Yes father, it is I.”  Jon Snow stood before his father with his sliver white
hair and violet eyes.  “I have done my walk in fire, and come out refined.”
Eddard stared at his son in shock.
“I can understand why you never said anything.  I know you were protecting me
from your childhood friend Robert Baratheon.  You hinted strongly that you were
following my dead mother’s wishes.”
“Oh my gods … so you know now … you know who your father is.” It was not a
question but a soft acknowledgement of fact.
“Yes.  My father was Rhaegar Targaryen.  Do I look like my father, father?”
Eddard knew his ‘son’ was not trying to hurt him.
“Yes, with the hair and eyes I can see your father in you though the Stark of
your mother, Lyanna, is the ascendant.  You have inherited the best features of
both houses son … or do you want me to stop calling you that?”
“No father.  You raised me and loved me, not Rhaegar.  You suffered so much
from Catelyn to hide me.”
“It was worth every moment of it, son. But why are you revealing yourself to me
now?”
“Ygritte and Melisandre told me it was time. Father, I would like you to meet
my two wives.”
Eddard’s face revealed his shock as the tallest and shortest Crows pulled their
cowls back to reveal two redheads.  The tall one was a perfection of beauty
with deep red hair, while the short woman had a charm to her freckled face and
bright, coppery red hair.
“These women are Shadowbenders from the land of Asshai, and are both are over
two thousand years old.”
Eddard stepped back.  Suddenly, he could hear the Godswood murmuring and
calling to him to accept these women and trust them.
Eddard stepped forward and embraced both women with a gentle, chaste hug.  “I
am honored to have you both as part of my family.”  The small woman beamed and
the tall one was awkward in his embrace.
“This is quite a shock Jon, but your sisters have helped me to accept my
children as they are and not as I may have planned for them to turn out.”
Jon was curious and asked his father what he meant.
Eddard then told his son about Sansa and her lover Margaery Tyrell and how he
was sending Arya South to the Queen.  Bran has prophesized that the Queen would
fall in love with her.
Jon was stunned at his turn of events, but his wives looked at each other
knowingly.  Eddard now knew these women were also lovers of each other’s
bodies.
This led to Eddard explaining how Bran had been transformed into a seer.  Where
that would lead… Eddard had no idea.
“What do we do now Jon? I am honored that you have shown me your wives.  Can
you tell me how this transformation occurred?”
“What news have you heard from the wall?”
“Strange.  The news has been rudimentary at best.  You did not tell me of
anything amiss.”
“The Night’s Watch tried to assassinate me and my wives saved me, though they
were not my wives then.  This was getting close to two years ago now.  I
escaped, and after I came into my full powers I returned and took my command
back.”
Jon told his father of his walk in fire and how it transformed him.
“I am no longer a Crow in spirit, but I will fulfill my duty to the realm.  I
will do my part in the defeat of the Ice King.  After that I will resign my
post and leave… though for where I do not know.”
“But your sacred oath?”
“That ended with my attempted assassination.  I am following my own path now,
for now it twines with my duties as Lord Commander.”
Eddard felt his anger rising at the Crows for trying to kill his son.  “What of
the traitors?  Has justice been rendered?”
“Melisandre and Ygritte killed most of the traitors when they rescued me.  I
killed the few remaining traitors that deserved it when I returned three months
later to reclaim my post.”
Jon looked at his wives.
“It is time for us to leave, father.  We all have our duties to fulfill.  We
will meet again.” 
Jon and his wives pulled their cowls back over their faces.  They bowed to
Eddard and then turned and silently walked out of the Godswood.
Eddard was having to adjust his thoughts again and again for his children.  He
was happy to have such fine children, but they sure were putting his head in a
spin.
***** Sapphire Isle *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: ToHeck (Issandri) and mr_mustachio have created a tumbler and
     a forum for the Stargaryen community. Check them out.
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     AN # 2: Next chapter Dany pays a visit.
     AN # 3: Next chapter Arya takes a trip. I wonder where she is headed?
                                  Chapter 25
                                 Sapphire Isle
                                 2 months ago
            Jaime / Brienne / Jaime / Tyrion / Dany / Varys / Jaime
Jaime
Jaime was sitting at the kitchen table trying to put the rocker leg back on the
‘horsey’ that Breanna had broken again.  She was always playing too hard on the
little horse, crying out “Queenie Queenie of Weesee!”
He smiled at the thought of his daughter’s antics.  She was so full of life;
always underneath his or his wife’s feet.  The little towhead was always
anxious to be involved with whatever was happening.
His son had hair several shades darker, and coloring more like his own. He was
constantly trying to keep up with his twin sister – the little boy worshiped
the ground she walked on. He wondered what he would do if he ever discovered
his children doing what he and Cersei did.  He shook his head, and stopped
trying to put the rail back into its slot. He would cross that road if it ever
came up.
He recalled the good days with Cersei.  Those had ended when he took the white
cloak of the King’s Guard. He resumed working on the wooden rail.
He squinted his eyes when the wood of the tongue finally fit into the groove. 
His newly made dowels were punched in with a small mallet, and the former
Lannister, now of Tarth, sat the play horse back down and pushed it so it
rocked forward and back. In his mind he had ceased being a Lannister.  He was
so much more now.  He listened to the wood creak and smiled.  He was finding
true fatherhood to be very trying and tiring - but he wouldn’t change it for
anything.
He thought back to his first set of children.  They were really strangers to
him in most ways.  He had been so in love with his sister that he willingly
gave up being their father to be with Cersei as her lover. He shook his head
sadly.  He had missed so much, but he had been so selfish he did not even
realize what he had been sacrificing.  All the memories he was forming now, he
had never had with his first children.  He had only worried really about his
anger at Robert fucking his sister, and nothing else.
By the seven gods he had been so self-centered. 
Breanna came bursting into the small house that he and his wife shared.  It was
a simple house, reflective of the simple life that he and Brienne lived.  She
ran to her father and jumped on him in the chair, hugging him tight and
murmuring into his neck. Jaime affectionately patted his daughter’s back.
“I’m hungry!” she announced. 
“Well of course you are.  Helping mommy takes a lot of work!” Jaime told his
daughter.
She beamed and turned around when Brienne came in the door.  On one hip was a
basket full of clothes from the drying line, and on the other hip was Breanna’s
brother Brandon.  The little boy was snuggling close to his tall, broad
shouldered mother, half asleep.
“I think my little boy is tuckered out, wife.  What were you all doing out
there?”  Jaime asked, getting up and taking his sleepy son from his wife to
relieve her of her double burden.
Brienne gave him an affectionate smile.  She watched their son snuggle his face
into Jaime’s throat, and drift off completely.
Brienne set the clothes on the table and went to the counter to make a sandwich
for their daughter.  Jaime bent down and picked Breanna up, placing her on the
counter so she could watch her mother.
“They were chasing each other and hiding behind the sheets, playing peek-a-
boo.  You know your daughter; she has a motor that never stops and she wore
Brandon out.”
Jaime laughed and ruffled Breanna’s hair as she beamed up at him.  “I’m happy
she got your eyes, Brienne.” He told his wife.
“Fortunately that is all she got from me!” Brienne chuckled.
Jaime moved in quick and pressed himself into his wife.  He still smirked at
how he had to rise up on his toes to get his mouth to her ear.  He put his
mouth to her ear, then whispered: “she got the caste of your face and your
beautiful ears … ears that I’m going to lick and nibble on when I fuck you as
soon as the children go to take their nap, Brienne.”
Brienne paused in her motions, the knife stopping halfway through an apple she
was carving up for their daughter. “Gods Jaime—the things you do to me!” she
gasped, gripping the counter top.
“Oh believe me my wife—I will, I will…” Jaime licked her ear and blew warmly
into it, enjoying how Brienne’s powerful, muscular body shuddered hard in lust
for him. Lust that was based on pure, true love for Jaime Lannister, the
person.  He had long ago discovered just how intoxicating that was.
“Say it, say it Jaime,” Brienne whimpered.  Their daughter had taken a few
slices of apple and happily munched on the slices, unaware of what was
happening beside her in her childish innocence. 
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you fucking cow … I’m going stab you with my
hard cock all the way to the hilt and fuck you so good.  I’m going to love your
perfect breasts with my hands and mouth, squeezing and licking as I ram fuck
you and suck on those long, thick nipples of yours.  I will fuck you like a
fucking heifer … you like me saying that, don’t you Brienne?” Jaime murmured,
starting to suck on Brienne’s earlobe.
“Ohhhh gods yes!” the tall, powerful woman whimpered at what had become pet
names that made her weak.  Names that had been at first spiteful, but over time
become sweet endearments when spoken only by her Jaime. Brienne’s knees slammed
into the cabinets as her knuckles went white holding onto the edge of the
counter top.
“Mommy I want my sandwich!” Breanna reminded her mother helpfully.
Jaime backed off, chuckling.  Brienne had to convince him many times after they
become lovers that she loved him using his past insults as affectionate dirty
talk. He had resisted at first, but come to understand that Brienne enjoyed it
and he could not deny his wife anything. 
He smirked again.  Oh the sacrifices he made.
Jaime went and put Brandon down, then sat on the edge of the bed and looked at
his two year old son sleeping, so innocent and beautiful.  He would be three
soon.
He was so thankful for a second chance.
He went back into the kitchen and joined his daughter and wife, eating a hearty
lunch.  He enjoyed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with them.  Brienne had
set out cheese, and some finely chopped roast as well.  Jaime smiled, watching
his daughter wolf down her food and his wife staring at him with fire in her
eyes.
She had indeed been a maiden fair when he bedded her, but now she was a wild,
insatiable banshee in bed.  She kept several towels on the bedside table to
stuff in her mouth when she would cum, screaming wildly, her powerful body
flipping and bucking out of control.
Jaime had thought that Cersei came hard, but Brienne was like a volcano
erupting.  He smiled remembering how his first thought bedding her had been:
‘My gods this woman has a body like a carpenter’s dream - ‘straight as a board
and never been nailed.’  He nailed his wife hard that night as she so willingly
offered Jamie her body to her lover.
He popped an apple slice into his mouth.  She had become beautiful in every way
to him.  He liked her small breasts; really, anything more than a mouthful was
a waste anyways.  Cersei’s breasts had not been that much larger either. 
Brienne certainly can not complain about not being nailed anymore, he smirked
proudly remembering how her back arched so high, lifting him off the bed with
his cock buried in her cunt as they both cummed the night before. 
Once their meal was over, Jaime knew he had to wear out Breanna.  He took her
outside and started to chop wood.  He took the split logs and set aside smaller
wedges that would be easy for Breanna to pick up and run into the house to give
Brienne to stack beside the stove.
Breanna loved to help her father do his chores.  She would run back and forth
saying “I’m helping you daddy … do you see that?”
“I couldn’t do it without you, princess” he would answer back.
After twenty minutes of helping, she was lagging and getting sleepy.
He picked up his drowsy daughter and took her into the other bed in the
children’s room and read her a story as she went to sleep with a big smile on
her face.  He ruffled her hair and kissed her temple, and then the temple of
his still sleeping son. 
He paused at the doorway to look at his angels, while thanking the gods they
were deep sleepers.
He found Brienne sitting on the bench chair beside the house staring out at the
ocean in the distance seen from the height of their home in the mountain glade.
Jaime sat down beside her and looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her
hard, muscular body to his.
“I don’t want you to go, Jaime.”
“You know I must.”
“No, I don’t.  She has not summoned you!  Maybe she wants to let the past be
the past!”
“I can’t live never knowing when I will get the raven, or when we will see her
coming toward us with her dragon.”
“She has shown only compassion and restraint since she arrived,” Brienne said
sullenly.
Jaime bent in and sucked on her earlobe.
“Hhhhnngggg ohhhh… no fair you fucking bastard—auugggggg … oh, oh Jaime please
take me to bed and fuck me with your dick… give it to me hard!” Brienne almost
breathlessly told her husband.
“Are you wet for me, fair maiden of Tarth?  Are you wet for your Lion of
Lannister?”
Brienne took his hand and snaked it underneath her trousers and onto her
sopping wet pussy.
Jaime moaned and pulled his wife’s mouth to his and they kissed heatedly, then
Jaime picked up his wife and carried her to their large bed.
Over an hour later and in different clothes they came back out to sit on the
bench, hand in hand.  Brienne lifted their entwined hands and kissed her
husband’s knuckles and then sighed, leaning into him, her short hair plastered
to her still sweaty forehead and body wet with the sweat of their heated
fucking.
“I love you, Jaime Lannister.”
“And I love you Brienne of Tarth, with all my heart and all my soul.  Thank the
gods you came into my empty life.”
Brienne
Brienne leaned against her husband.  Jaime did not care that she was five
inches taller than him and her build more solid, making him seem small when she
snuggled into him.  She knew most men would feel uncomfortable with her sheer
imposing physical presence, but Jaime was just that confident and she loved him
for it.
She remembered it had not always been so.
She had come to the royal court following after Renly.   He had been kind to
her when he had come to Tarth on his coming of age tour, and she fell girlishly
in love with him.  She had hopes of him falling for her too after seeing her
prowess with the sword along with her unfailing allegiance and loyalty to him.
Alas, it was not to be.  He treated her as a good squire at best.  For the
longest time Brienne tried to live with that.  She still had her virtue (not
that anyone was trying to take it), and she was coming to the point in her life
where she was sure she would die a maid.  She couldn’t really blame the men
around her.  She knew from an early age that she did not have the beauty and
grace that most men craved in a woman. 
She had definitely not been blessed by the gods with beauty. From a child she
was bigger and more ungainly than her peers of an age; always very tall and
muscular.  Her size and build also gave her ‘unnatural’ strength for a woman.
That might not have been so bad if she had not been cursed with a flat-chest
and ungainly gait which had the boys telling her she reminded them of an ox
pulling a cart.  The girls snickered at her straw-colored hair and broad,
coarse features that were covered in freckles. Her teeth were prominent and
crooked, and her mouth was wide with lips too large, and her nose has been
broken from her stumbling and falling as she grew into her body as a young
girl.
Yes the gods were most unkind to me, Brienne of Tarth reflected.
She had been ridiculed and given short shrift since she could remember.  It
kindled a rage she kept deep inside.  She wanted to fight back, but she was too
unsure of herself.  She was naturally shy and the constant ridicule only added
to her insecurity and she was sullen and unsure of herself when she arrived in
King’s Landing.
Men laughed in her face and constantly considered her inferior to them in
physical prowess even when she was their clear superior.  The women were worse
in many ways, they contented themselves with stage whispers comparing her looks
to that of a sow or heifer.
She refused to cry, and eternally tamped down her rage.
Then there was Jaime Lannister the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.  His japes
were just one in a long litany of insults. 
Actually no, they hadn’t been.  He used all the same insults as the others,
plusnew ones like troglodyte, gargoyle, beast of burden, withered tit on a
harpy, and on and on.  As well as his use of adjectives and adverbs to add
spice and nuance to his insults made Brienne’s anger boil.
After six months of the abuse she noticed two things that ameliorated her
anger, if only slightly.  The first was that Jaime seemed to hold everyone in
low regard, not just her.  The second was that he seemed bitter at the world
for some reason. She could never understand that.  He had been blessed with the
beauty of the gods. 
She tried to get back at Jaime.  She commented on his pretty looks and how the
young noble sons must love him.  He would glare at her and asked her exactly
what she meant.  How would he exactly pleasure them with his thick, long cock?
Brienne had gotten so tongue-tied and red in the face that she decided that
line of attack had little to no merit.  The realm of sexual innuendo was a
dangerous trap for her wander into, she was ill-prepared for it.
The insult that finally hit home was the one that was sneered at Jaime by one
and all.  Kingslayer. Jaime always kept his face bland and acted as if the word
meant nothing to him, but as one who nursed hidden wounds she recognized all
the same that it did indeed strike true. 
She used it repeatedly, and at every opportunity questioned his honor.
The other thing Brienne had picked up on was the tension between Jaime and his
sister, Cersei.  The whispers of them being lovers was a subtle background
chorus like cicada songs at the beginning of summer, their cries distant and
plaintive and lonely as the few waited for their brothers and sisters to crawl
from the Earth to join them.
Brienne knew repressed sexual tension well, and they were displaying it.  The
smiles they gave each other were sickening sweet and full of restrained anger.
There was one day in particular that was bad for Jaime.  Brienne, for the first
time, mentioned Cersei and ‘trouble in paradise’.  She alluded to him that
maybe Cersei was tired of her brother, the Kingslayer.
“On the practice field you fucking bloviated cow!  I will break that big
honking nose again O Brienne of Tarth with the beauty that only a bull could
love!” He’d snapped in retaliation.
It was on.
They both stormed to the practice yard in the late afternoon sun and hurled
themselves at each other with their practice swords.
The sound of colliding wood was loud in the yard, and faces contorted with
effort and barely contained rage.  Back and forth they fought.  Brienne felt
elation at seeing Jaime’s eyes flare in shock at her strength and speed. 
Brienne was on the offensive, and continually pushed Jaime back.
To his credit, in the end he was able to fight her to a draw.  That had been a
first for Brienne, but she did not show it.
After that bout he sought out Brienne for his sword practice.  She at first had
tried to refuse his demands, but soon gave up and fought just to placate him. 
He would literally throw himself at her, hurling insults almost as fast as his
sword work.
After about three weeks of this he came to her quarters after the evening
meal.  He railed at her, asking her why she was holding back. 
Brienne did not know what he was talking about, and told him so.  He yelled at
her, claiming that she was holding herself back and needed to let go.  She was
holding her own with him and hadn’t understood his constant attacks on her
sword prowess.
Then she discovered why he had been insulting her even though she was his equal
with the sword.  He was secretly pleased that she was his equal.  She had only
lost to him twice and each time had immediately demanded another round and
again fought to a draw. 
It was five weeks after the last time Jaime had disarmed her and slashed her
ribs.  She was on her moon cycle and Jaime had somehow picked up on it, and
started boring into her with insults on her being in her period.  He derided
her for being a woman and not a man, since he never had to worry about a
period.  He had coupled that with her being an ungodly mix of a heifer and fat
ugly bull.
Brienne snapped and screamed at Jaime after that, charging him like the bull he
accused her of being.  Her rush knocked him off balance and her sword slashed
down again and again in a blur of savage action, knocking Jaime’s blocking
blade down more and more until it was almost cutting into his face. Then she
made a loop swipe and threw his sword off to the left, jamming the tip of her
blade into his throat and snarling savagely.
She had won but she felt like enraged animal.  She had let Jamie break her and
make her like a wild animal.  She looked down at Jamie who stared up at her
with a look she could not define.
She had broken down sobbing and ran back to her room and buried her face in her
pillow, soaking it in her tears.
Two hours later there was a soft knock on her door, and Jaime gently asked to
come in.
She tried to ignore him, but he kept rapping at her door asking her to open
it.  She finally got up and let him in, just so he would leave her alone.
She sat on the bed, her face even more hideous than normal from her childish
crying as she swiped her face angrily at her tears.
“I guess you like seeing me like this.  Even uglier than normal,” Brienne
snarled at him, then bent her head in shame and started to cry softly again.
He sat beside her on the bed and slowly started to run his fingers through her
hair.  He told Brienne he did not mean anything by what he was saying.  He had
just been trying to get her angry enough to truly fight him.
“You’re a better swordsman than me, Brienne. I have known it almost from the
start and have been trying to get you to stop holding back.”  He paused and
sighed. “The way I see it, only Barristan Selmy and Eddard Stark are your
betters.”
“Stop trying to humor me, Jaime.”
“That’s the thing Brienne … I’m not. You’re just that good.” He finished
softly.
She looked up at him intently then.
“You know … well Brienne, ahem, you do have the loveliest blue eyes … and your
eyebrows, the way they arch in the middle, and the way you get those creases
beside your mouth when you almost smile …”
Oh gods! Brienne exclaimed to herself as Jaime started to lean in, he’s going
to kiss me!
Suddenly, the bed rose up as Jaime hurried out of the room. 
Oh course he wasn’t going to kiss you, you stupid cow! Brienne berated herself,
throwing herself down on the bed and sobbing again, soaking her pillow anew
with her tears.
Jaime had avoided her after that.  Brienne tried to see him but he was always
busy, keeping the door locked to his suite and ignoring her entreaties.
She decided that she didn’t need Jaime. She would do what she should have so
long ago and confess her love to Renly.  He had to honor her dedication to his
service, at least.
She marched to his suite and was surprised to see Jaime already there.
“You don’t want to go in there, Brienne.”
“Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do, Lannister!”
“Brienne … sometimes it is better to keep a dream alive than live with the
truth.” He had told her softly.
She had shoved him aside and barged in anyways.  She came running back out less
than half a minute later, sobbing again.
The next day Brienne was packing up her gear to go back to Tarth.  She was
defeated.
That is, until Jaime was in her room storming at her about giving up and being
a gutless coward.
They had fought like a Lion and Bear at that.  They wrestled, throwing each
other across the room and trying to punch and kick but blocking most of the
blows in the limited space.
Then they were in her bed making passionate love throughout the day and long
into the night.
Suddenly, there was sunshine, hope and love in her life.  Never again did she
have the need to cry her tears into her pillow.  Jaime Lannister was hers and
hers alone.
Jaime
Jaime yawned in the sunshine, enjoying it along with his wife’s warmth snuggled
into his side.
“Jaime, do you remember the first time we made love … how good it was?” Brienne
asked him.
Jaime snorted.  “As if could forget, Brienne!” he responded with soft humor and
love.  “You may have been a lamb in the beginning, but I definitely remember a
certain shy woman turning into a ravenous lioness who took what she wanted
quickly enough.”
Brienne elbowed Jaime’s side.  “Jaime, you corrupted me.  I was like a baited
bear staked in a pit.  You released me, freed me.  The only thing I could do in
return was give you my hot, dripping wet pussy.” Her voice lowered, “you know
I’m going to fuck you several times tonight Jaime … I need to feel your cock
pounding me from behind … shooting your semen deep into my belly…” she left the
thought dangle.  Let it heat Jaime’s loins with hot desire for his sweet
beautiful Brienne. 
Jaime squeezed his wife possessively.  She was insatiable.  He was happy she no
longer thought she had to compete against Cersei and her ghost.  She was a
confident, sexy, beautiful woman and she was all his.  His and no one else’s!
They lay against each other and the cottage wall soaking in the sun.
He let his thoughts wandered as they sometimes did in this peaceful place that
great sex with Brienne put him in.
He wondered about … what was that word? Yes, serendipity. 
If Brienne had appeared too early, he would not have been ready to take what
she so innocently offered.  If she had appeared later … well he did not want to
contemplate that eventuality.
He had been ready for a change when she appeared in his life.
He could not be exactly sure when his discomfort with himself began.  He
thought it most likely started on one of his walks through the poorer districts
of King’s Landing.  He could not remember why, but he had started to notice the
plight of the poor and how nothing changed.
Robert had his drunken tourneys and his scrumptious banquets and wore new
tailored silks almost every day that cost more than the people of his capital
would make in their lifetimes. 
He had tried to talk to Cersei about this, the inequity, unfairness, and
impropriety of how the royals lived while doing nothing for the poor. Cersei
had laughed at him for his insights. She told him to forget the poor; their
duty in life was to bend the knee to put her and Jaime where they belonged, in
greatness and opulence as was their birthright.
He felt unsatisfied with Cersei’s views.  It began to burden him how the rich
and powerful simply did not see how their subjects toiled.
Then he noticed something else on his walks.  While many were worn down, just
as many were not. They worked hard, but with a smile – these folk had a life
that contained happiness and love. He noticed fathers with their children out
in the streets and in the doorways of their homes and workplaces - fathers
enjoying the natural affection of their children.
One family in particular really touched him.  It was a father with golden hair
like his own, with three children he would play with in front of his tannery -
two sons and a daughter.  They were younger than his, but roughly had the same
age difference between them as his own children. 
He would walk slowly past that place of business, watching the children calling
to their father with obvious love, and his patient responses to their
inquires.  He felt a jealous stab when he watched the man throwing his children
up in the air and catching them as they laughed and squealed.
He tried to talk to Cersei about his stirrings of regret with not actually
being able to be a father to his children.  Maybe if he had been a true father
Joffrey would not be the burgeoning monster he was becoming. Cersei had hissed
at him that he had to accept what she could give him.  It was not her fault
that their father had married her to Robert Baratheon - she didn’t have a damn
choice!  She made the best of her situation, and so must he. To do otherwise
would be treason, and mean certain death.
She could not see his viewpoint at all.
She got angry and defensive each time he tried to get her to understand that an
emptiness was growing inside him.  That he needed something more than her part-
time love and looking at his children as if they were strangers that he could
never touch or acknowledge as his own.
It seemed to be beyond Cersei’s ability to comprehend.
Then, with his spirit already unsettled, Jaime was forced to feel betrayal and
the sting of infidelity.
He had long learned to explain away his wife lying with that fat oaf of a king
Robert.  It galled him each time she slept with the lout, but he took it.  He
was of the Kingsguard, after all - it was his duty.  His father was always
about duty, wasn’t he?  He was coming to hate duty.
He found out by accident that his wife had been sleeping with their cousin
Lancel.  Lancel had discovered Cersei and Jaime’s affair several years prior. 
He had been easily shut up with a little intimidation and some extra gold
dragons to spend. All had been well, or so Jaime thought.  But as he came to
find out, Lancel seemed to have found religion somewhere along the way.  He had
come to Cersei telling her she must repent and forgo Jaime.  That she must
confess her sins to the high priest – which he would stand as her advocate and
protector.
The naïve ass.
Cersei said she had to seduce him to get the boy to see reason.  She had
smirked at her inventiveness in addicting the boy to her pussy.  She had found
it all amusing.
Jaime had been enraged and wanted to kill Lancel. Cersei had just laughed at
him.  What would that accomplish, except getting his head cut off? But she had
not told him the full truth even then.  Meryn Trant had discovered Cersei and
Lancel by happenstance, and he had threatened to expose both her infidelity and
incestuous proclivities. 
Of course his dear sister had instantly opened her legs wide to keep the
‘knight’ quiet.  He had come to hate the look of the man.  He was trapped.  To
do anything would have resulted in his death and that of his sweet sister.  He
contemplated that for a while, but then the thought of Myrcella and Tommen
would enter his mind.
Joffrey was a lost shit, but those two weren’t.  He swallowed his bile while
his sister swallowed those men’s semen.  He felt a little part of himself dying
every day.
That was until a certain woman from Tarth had come into his life.  Slowly she
had brought Jaime back to life.  Not only did she save his life, she changed
him like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, into a new and hopefully
improved person. Her love healed him.  He grew to detest his old life and
finally found the courage to make a full change. To take the second chance the
gods he did not believe in had given him.
He remembered that night as he lay with his wife in their new cottage, her
having just told him that she was pregnant.  He had been so stunned, and filled
with love and gratitude. He would be given a second chance.  Gods he would not
throw this one away.  He would take this precious gift and cherish it.
As they had lain contentedly, Brienne had softly asked him about the day that
Eddard Stark had found him on the throne after killing the Mad King.  She had
softly prodded and cajoled until he had finally told her the whole story.
He smiled at her righteous anger for him.  She had wanted to jump into the
ocean and swim to the mainland, then ride to King’s Landing and then Winterfell
to tell them all they needed to get on their knees and kiss Jaime’s feet.  He
was hero!
He had kissed her and told her that Eddard Stark would never have accepted his
explanation. 
Brienne had calmed down and said something that had stuck with him ever since. 
“You never gave him a chance to be noble, Jaime. From all I hear of this man, I
think he would have surprised you.  He is honor bound and stiff, yes, but he
seems to be pragmatic and just. You should have given him the chance to be
great and accept the truth of the situation.”
He still wondered if she had been right.
“I’m going to King’s Landing Brienne, to face the Queen.” He told his wife,
softly kissing her temple.
“Why Jaime…? She had not called for you.  Stay here. She has chosen to let the
past be the past.  You have a family now, Jaime.”
“Yes I do.  That is the reason I must go.  Maybe she has just been too busy to
come for me yet.  Maybe she thinks she will let me live, and tomorrow she will
decide differently.  I will not live with this uncertainty.  I will not have
her dragon winging across the sea to attack with her need for vengeance.”
“I killed her father.  There must be restitution.  I will go before her and
accept her judgment.”
Brienne sighed, and Jaime hoped she could understand his reasoning.  He wanted
to completely break from his previous life.  He wanted their new life together
to be totally free of any past entanglements.
“We will be coming with you.” She told her husband.
“No! I forbid it!  I will suffer her judgment alone.  The sin is mine and the
punishment will be mine.  You and the children will be safe here.  She has
shown herself to only punish the guilty.”
“The children and I will be coming with you, Jaime.  Your fate is our fate.”
Jaime started to argue.  Brienne pushed herself with cat-like reflexes and put
her finger on his lips. “Ssshhhh, Jaime.  You know I will knock sense in your
head with my practice sword if I must.  We will come with you. The Queen says
this is a time of forgiveness of past wrongs and sins.  That we are living in a
time of Reclamation. Let’s put her words to the test.”
Tyrion
Tyrion was standing on the bench below the window looking out over the water
with a smile on his face.  Jaime was finally returning from his self-exile in
Tarth. His family was dysfunctional he knew, but Jaime had always treated him
well.  He loved his big brother, and couldn’t help but feel excited.
If it had not been for Jaime, he wondered if he could have survived Cersei and
her hatred of him. Thinking of those years, his face twisted sourly again.  She
had moved on the next phase of her training.  When he read of it he had
gleefully bet large she would fail.  Everything about it spelled disaster for
her. 
He was much poorer after that bet.  He had no idea what the hell had gotten
into his sister!  She could now stand in the broiling sun for an hour, holding
her arms out while gripping pails of heavy sand. It should have been
impossible! He was growing more afraid of his distant sister by the day.  He
needed Jaime.  For protection!
He turned and went back to his desk.  He sat down and looked over a report from
Dragonstone.  With the news from Varys’ new sparrows in the North it had
quickly become known that Eddard Stark was hoarding obsidian and having it
shaped into arrowheads, spear tips, and daggers.
He had read that to Dany in their nightly Klatch of Confidantes.  Any news of
the North was first vetted among themselves before being presented to the small
council. 
By now, all had figured out why Eddard was doing this.  Maester Lape had
confirmed their deductions.  Eddard  believed he needed it to fight the forces
of the Ice King beyond the Wall. He was preparing as he believed the Ice Wight
had a massive army. But that was impossible, after eight thousand years.  Maybe
some form of dead were shambling around, but not some force that could breach
the Wall.  It was seven hundred feet tall and thirty feet thick.  It was even
said that magic was woven in its walls, but Tyrion doubted that much too.
Dany had asked her Klatch mates what they thought.  Of course Missandei and
Syrio advised that they move on this information aggressively.  He and
Barristan though, having doubts, saw no reason to not pursue this.  It would
really cause little harm, and give employment to many artisans that could use
the work.  Dany had decisively made the decision to not only make piercing
implements of warrior but to produce them in prodigious quantities.  Tyrion saw
again that when the Queen made a decision she committed to it totally.  She had
total confidence in her deductions.
Stannis had groused at being ordered to start mining and shaping weapons from
the ‘useless, brittle stone’.  Dany had sent a large shipment of gold to
Stannis along with quarrymen from King’s Landing and Essos’ Free Cities, and
they had already arrived at Dragonstone to start crafting the weapons.  More
were heading to Dragonstone.  In fact the numbers of artisans coming to fashion
weapons were so great that his Queen had created some villages for the
craftsmen on Driftmark.  She had a small fleet of cogs moving material between
the two islands.
Spear, javelins and arrow heads production was ramping up.  Daenerys had
galleons moving the produced to the mainland at Duskendale and Kings Landing. 
The weapons packed in walnut shells and put on wagons heading to King’s Landing
from Duskendale.  When they arrived at King’s Landing the product was being
prepared to form up in wagon trains to head up the King’s Highway to the North.
Tyrion thought the dragon glass would never be used but the Queen deemed
otherwise.  He had to agree with her assessment.  If she was wrong then it was
wasted effort that had employed many artisans adding to the economy.  If Tyrion
was wrong they would be dead.
He wanted to go on living and agreed the effort was worth it.
Tyrion moved on to reports of the Houses.  Mace had sent another raven wailing
about the abduction of his grandchildren.  Tyrion again wondered why Eddard was
making his life so difficult.
His frustration was interrupted by a knock on the door.  “Can I come in, cuz?”
was the quiet entreaty.
“Yes!” Tyrion leaped out of his seat and waddled himself over to the door,
pushing it open hard.
Two small, beautiful children came bounding into the room and into his small
body.  Little arms lopped around him.  “Unkie Tyr, Unkie Tyr!” he heard
squealed by the little girl and boy.  They hugged and jostled his body as they
laughed.  Tyrion looked down at the little hurricanes wrapped around his upper
legs and waist.
Then he looked up at his smiling brother.  He was disturbed because he saw
sadness in the grin. He should have known that the Queen would spare him. She
spared everyone. Then he spied the huge woman behind his brother.  He looked at
her and smiled.  She was definitely no beauty, but all the reports and sparrow
chips made it clear that she was so very good for Jaime.
“Brienne of Tarth,” Tyrion nodded his head and looked down.  “This must be my
niece Breanna, and my nephew Brandon.” 
The children broke their little bear hugs and Breanna looked up at him
seriously.  “You’re short.” She proclaimed. 
Tyrion ruffled the little girl’s hair “Yes I am Breanna … I forgot to grow up.”
Her eyes went large “You can do that?!”
“Just look at me.”
“Wow!” Breanna looked over at her mother for confirmation.
“Your uncle is a very special man, Breanna.”
They spent the next thirty minutes getting to know each other.
When the twins started to show signs of wearing out, Brienne took them to
Tyrion’s bed and pulled a book from the rucksack on her back and started to
read to them while Jaime and Tyrion sat at his small table in the corner of the
room.
Tyrion asked Jaime for his opinion on the events going on in the North.  He
told Jaime all he knew, and his thoughts on the matter.
Jaime mulled it all over for a minute.  “Tyrion. Brienne and I are the muscle
that people like you use to achieve what you deem the proper course of action. 
I can only tell you what we were raised to believe. The Wall defends the realm
against nothing but myths and legends. But then again, Eddard is a smart man. 
He believes in what he is doing.  Should we not as well?  I truly don’t know,
Tyrion.”
The smaller brother looked up at him.  “Are you worried about your meeting with
the Queen tonight?”
“Yes I am, little brother.  I killed her father.”
“He was mad, Jaime.  Everyone knows it.”
“Just the same.”
Tyrion saw Jaime’s wife glaring at him, and wondered why.  What was Jaime not
telling him?  Whatever it was, Jaime was not ready to speak of it. “I can only
hope the Queen shows forbearance,” the taller lion said.
“She will, Jaime.  She has not shared with me her thoughts, but she spared
Robert and Cersei.  She has much less reason to have held ill against you,
brother.  I will trust in her and her willingness to forgive.”
They set the matter aside, and laughed over shared good memories.
“What is Cersei doing in Dorne, Tyrion?”
He saw his brother look quickly at Brienne, but she was smiling enigmatically
back at them.
“I have no fear of Cersei Lannister, brother-in-law.  Please tell us.” Brienne
spoke softly looking at Jaime with nothing but pure love before turning her
attention back to her drowsy but still playing children, keeping their focus so
the brothers could converse.
Jaime listened as Tyrion told him of her martial training, getting into fights
and winning them.  It seemed she was single-minded in her determination to
succeed.
“She has cost me a fucking fortune Jaime.  I don’t know how she is doing it.”
Tyrion watched Jaime mull over this news of the sister they no longer really
knew.
“She always said she could be a great warrior if she had been permitted.  She
always said she should have been born a man.”  Jaime paused, staring off into
space.  “Maybe she was right.”
A twinkle came into his eyes then. “Little brother, she could tear you limb
from limb now, you know. I’m sure she still hates you.” 
Tyrion’s body shivered in fright. His face went red when Jaime and Brienne
laughed at his discomfiture.
Jaime asked of his firstborn children.  He shook his head sadly at news of
Joffrey and his cowardice.  He smiled at Tommen and his training for service to
the realm.  He was first shocked, and then laughed at Myrcella’s Pride of
Dorne.  He was happy she had found happiness with three wives.  All Jamie could
do was shake his head at her prowess.
Tyrion then told Jaime and his wife that Obara had made it known that Cersei
was to be her wife.
Jaime had laughed hard at that.  He joked that Cersei would rather sow her cunt
shut before she let a woman go down on her.  She was straight as the proverbial
arrow.
And then it was time to leave.
Jaime gathered up his family.  He paused at the door lintel as they waited in
the hall.
“You’re the Hand now, Tyrion.  You have vast resources at your disposal.”
Tyrion wondered where this line of thought was going.  “Yes I do.  What are you
getting at, brother?”
“You could try to find her.  It has been many years but she is out there,
somewhere. Go and find her, Tyrion.”
“It is way too late for that, Jaime.  Some things should be left in the past. 
Thank you though, for thinking of her.”
He saw his brother hesitate.  Jaime seemed like he was debating on saying
something more, but shook it off and took his leave.
He went back to his window and looked out with melancholy.
It really was too late for that.  He could only hope that Tysha had forgiven
him.  He did not think that she would, though.  He still had nightmares of that
day.
Daenerys
Daenerys Targaryen looked in the mirror. She had put on a flattering gown of
diaphanous sheer material that was low cut to show her cleavage. It showed off
her tight little body.  She wanted this man to see her as the beautiful woman
she was - she found it put men off their guard, and she could use that to her
advantage.
Her fifty-seven silver bells were weaved into her hair, highlighting her long
silver tresses.
Aggo knocked on her door.
“Come in.”
The door opened and in stepped Jaime Lannister.  He was indeed as beautiful as
the reports said.  His long blond hair and green eyes were enticing, if she
were straight. Cersei was more attractive, but she was an undeniable bitch.
He stood there a moment, and then a very tall woman came in with a child on
each hip.  She glared at the Queen.
Jaime made a what can I do? motion with his hands.
Daenerys narrowed her eyes.  She now knew who wore the trousers in that
relationship.  Brienne had turned the tables on her.  She had brought her
children to show the Queen that Jaime had a family and she needed to take that
into account with any decision.
Daenerys adjusted her thoughts and strategy.  Not that it needed much
adjusting.
The children came running over to her when their mother put them down. 
The little girl looked up at her strangely.  “You’re short!”
Brienne looked mortified, and Jaime chuckled. Brienne stepped in, feeling the
need to do damage control, but Daenerys was not offended.  She was short!  She
showed her amusement to Brienne with her eyes. 
Daenerys bent to one knee and looked Breanna in the eye.  “You are most
perceptive Breanna of Tarth.  Can I trust you to keep this a secret?  It is a
realm secret.  My safety relies on you keeping this a secret.  Can you do that
for me Breanna?”
The child nodded solemnly with large eyes.
“You can trust me my Queenie!” the child exclaimed.
“Good.  I will rely on that promise Ser knight!”
The little girl puffed her chest out in importance.
Daenerys looked up again.  She looked at Brienne closely.  Brienne was no
beauty, but the way Jaime Lannister looked at his wife made Dany smile on the
inside.  Brienne clearly had this man wrapped around her little finger. She
liked that.
For an hour they sat at her table and spoke, getting to know each other.  The
children played as they chatted, running around the Queen’s quarters.  Brienne
went to stop them but Daenerys held up her hand. “Let them play.  I only wish
my daughter was still alive to put life into this room.”
She saw the husband and wife share a sad look.
Finally, Daenerys decided she needed to know the truth.  Jamie needed to lance
the boil that was clearly working on him.  Daenerys had been willing to leave
that incident in the past but Jaime coming to King’s Landing brought the death
of her mad father to the forefront.
“Why did you kill my father, Jaime Lannister?  You forsook your sacred trust
and committed a great sin and crime against the throne and the gods.  Will you
try and kill me in the future as well?”
“That is unfair!” Brienne roared, her blue eyes flaring with fire and
challenge.  Her children looked up at her startled.  All three adults saw this
and made sure to act calmly to not upset the children.
“No it is not, Brienne.” Jaime said. “That is totally a fair question.”
Daenerys waited.
“I’m a Kingslayer.  I betrayed my duty, as you said.  He may have been mad but
I was sworn to defend him.  I killed him instead.  I have no honor.  I will
accept your judgment.”
“So you would deserve my judgment.  Even if I said a life for a life?”
“Yes, my Queen.”
“Jaime!” Brienne screamed at her husband.  The supposed calm had been
shattered.  Daenerys saw the children suddenly stop playing on the bed with the
pillows they had pulled off, their eyes large with fear and doubt.  Brienne
scooped up her children and hugged them cooing to them calming their rattled
nerves.  They looked at the Queen with big eyes.  Their little minds unsure of
what was occurring between the small white haired woman with bells in her hair
and their father.
“I see. Jaime, how many people have you killed?”
Jaime and Brienne looked at her with narrowed eyes, wondering where she was
going with her question.
“I am not sure, maybe ten or fifteen during Robert’s Rebellion.  It has been
quiet since then.”
“Were those killings just?”
“Excepting your father, yes, Daenerys.”
“Ten or fifteen lives … I have killed my enemies by the thousands, Jaime
Lannister.  That is by my own hand.”  She saw the husband and wife’s eyes grow
large.  “I’ve chopped my enemies down like wheat in the field with my scythe.
So my killing has dwarfed yours, would you not agree?”
Jaime looked at her hard.  “Yes.”
“But I am Queen.  I have executed with my hand over four hundred and fifty men
and women.  Have you executed anyone beside my father?  Did you look him in the
eye when you ended his life?”
“No.”
“I have.  When I took Meereen I was a ghoul covered in their sewage.  I am not
sure who I killed there that night.  I was in a frenzy.  I think … I think I
may have killed a few children in my battle madness…
“I ordered many noble families into a pyramid in Yunkai and burned it to the
ground.  I can still see the men, women, children and babes dying as fire ate
their flesh from their bones.  Many jumping hundreds of feet to their death.  I
can still hear their bodies hitting the stone roads.”
She felt hot tears starting to form.
“I was not strong enough to save my own daughter who died right before my
eyes.”
Jamie and Brienne looked at each other hearing the words of their Queen.  She
had utterly destroyed her enemies.
“I have burned my enemies by the thousands with one word: dracarys.  Were all
worthy of that death?
“Many I executed in a group.  I now know some were innocent.  But I executed
them all.
“I think the execution of one man, a mad man, pales before my actions, Jaime
Lannister.”
Jaime looked at her with wonder.
“Will you tell me why you killed my father?  The truth.”
Jaime told her the truth, and Daenerys listened with rapt attention. 
“I see.  So … instead of Kingslayer you are a hero. Why did you not tell Eddard
Stark the truth?”
“He never would have accepted what I had to say.”
“You never gave him the chance.”
Brienne and Dany played with the children for another hour, calming and
reassuring the little innocents. 
Finally, it was time for them to leave.
“I would like to fight you on the practice square in the morning.  I am told
you are both very, very good.  I like challenges.  Will you accept?” Daenerys
asked.
Both Jaime and Brienne were surprised, but accepted.
As they started to leave, Jaime hesitated. “My Queen. Can I ask a question for
my brother?  He does not know I am asking, so please don’t tell him.”
Daenerys assured him of her silence and waited, curious.
Jaime asked her if Tyrion had ever mentioned Tysha to her.  He had not.  Jaime
then told Daenerys the whole sad story, and of Jaime’s part in it.
He asked the Queen to look for her.  “It is so sad your Grace.  For a few years
all Tyrion would ask anyone he met was ‘where do whores go?’ Of course no one
knows.”
Daenerys said she would see if she could help somehow, and then they left her.
Daenerys went and put a few logs in the fire and placed her hands before the
hot flames, not even feeling them.
She mused that the answer to Tyrion’s question was simple really.  How could he
not science that out?
Where did whores go?
Lys, of course.
Varys
The spider was looking out a window over the practice square.  The queen was
bouncing as she did her warm up routines.  She was undeniably excited to have a
new challenge.
In many ways Varys thought the woman had male tendencies. She loved to test
herself. 
Jaime and Brienne were being disgusting, massaging each other loosening up
their muscles after stretching and sharing quick kisses. Watching that, Varys
was glad that he had been cut so many years ago.  He was able to keep focused. 
He did not need ‘relief’. His Queen needed the women gracing her bed to find
release and pleasure to alleviate the burden and challenges of rule, and she
was insatiable.  Not that the women were complaining – but he preferred not to
have that problem.
He sighed.  Why did Eddard have to run off with the one high, noble princess
that seemed to fit the Queen’s desires and needs, on top of everything else?
Jaime and Daenerys stepped into the middle of the practice field looking at
each other with their practice swords.
Then, on some unseen signal they advanced on each other and their swords became
a blur.  He could see Jaime was surprised as all men were with the Queen’s
speed and strength.  They danced a beautiful weave of attack and counterattack,
their swords clacking together loudly.  The blades would lock up and slide
against each other as the man and woman grunted and shoved, then disengaging to
again attack with swords arcing high and then low.
The fight went on for ten minutes.  By the time it was over both participants
had torn tunics and bright red lines on their legs and arms.  Daenerys had
landed one hard blow to Jaime’s ribs and had hit his kidney with another hard
shot.  Jamie had growled at the time but now after the fight was over he was
good nature about the Queen getting the better of him.  He was happy to put up
such a good fight.  He smirked he was used to getting his ass kicked by
Brienne. 
Varys observed the giant woman’s mighty blush.  She was too modest by half
Varys thought.
The Queen had a big smile on her face.
There was a thirty minute break as Brienne clucked over Jaime and Daenerys
watched with a sullen look.  He knew she wanted her own mate clucking over her.
While he waited for the next round of fighting, he wondered about the challenge
the Queen had given him.  Normally, she would have gone to Tyrion for such an
assignment but this involved the dwarf directly.
He remembered Tyrion asking that question once, years ago: “where do whores
go?”
He had not thought much on it, but treated it as a riddle, turning the question
over in his mind, wondering how to decipher it.
He was actually riled that Daenerys once hearing the question immediately knew
the answer.  She had not treated it as a sphinx riddle but looked at it as the
obvious answer to the question itself. Where else would a woman who had been
mortally shamed with the words of being a ‘whore’ go?  She would go to the
epicenter of the trade.  Lys.
He had put in a request to have an audience with Chataya and Alayaya.  They
were the Queens of Prostitution in King’s Landing and through that, Westeros
itself. He would find this Tysha for Tyrion.  He could only hope that Tyrion
would like what he found.
The second round, Daenerys vs. Brienne, was ready to commence. 
The two women stepped into the square and circled each other, sizing each other
up and down.  Daenerys was an expert in predicting her opponents.  She seemed
to have a sixth sense in being able to science out her opponents skills and
style of defense. 
He had seen the giant woman, Brienne, taking in the fight between the Queen and
her husband. She had likely noted a few things as well. His sparrows had seen
the Lannister and woman of Tarth practice on the Sapphire Isle.  She was a
controlled berserker.
The two women charged each other and their swords collided with violent force. 
They attacked and parried,  the taller woman using her size and strength to
press her attack while the Queen used her smaller stature and agility to
counter the woman’s sheer might.
The Queen deflected and side stepped the large woman’s attack leaving Brienne
off balance.
Varys was impressed.  Brienne quickly saw that sheer power would not win the
day, and her attacks became much more controlled and crafty. She began to use
feints and subtle shifts in her attacks.  The Queen easily adapted to these new
tactics.
They were a draw.  Size versus speed and agility on full display.  They would
lock up swords, grunting as the scion of Tarth tried to force the Queen back
and down but the Queen’s unnatural strength allowed Daenerys to easily push
back.
Suddenly, Brienne dropped her sword and gripped the Queen, throwing her to the
ground and getting on top of her while throwing a vicious punch down.  All
watching gasped when the Queen caught the punch and stoppedit!  Brienne looked
at her fist stopped in mid-flight with shock, and Daenerys pulled the large
woman down and to the right, toppling her over.
Both women’s hands went out and gripped tunic and hair as their feet kicked out
at each other with grunts and curses.  To Varys they looked like two alley cats
in a hissing catfight - the only thing missing was fur flying.
The two women were staring at each other, afraid to let go as they jerked and
pulled on each other, their feet a blur kicking at one another.  Their armored
legs blocking and muting each other’s kicks.
Then, with the same thought they broke apart rolling back and away from each
other and desperately scrabbling to pick up their blades. They found them and
spun to rush each other again.
For the next fifteen minutes they fought and cursed to a drawn match.  They
were exhausted when they finally separated.
Daenerys had a big smile on her face as she shook Brienne’s hand telling the
giant woman she was awesome!
The tall, not-so-pretty woman blushed heavily.  Jaime kissed the giant hard and
deep as she squealed in pleasure.  Varys determined that Jaime’s vision must
not be so good.
He went to the small room that he and Tyrion like to meet in privately.  Varys
was concerned with the Iron Bank and this waiting for them to declare what they
would require from the Queen. 
Tyrion had told him of the debt.  The assassination of Aegon VI.  He had
admired how the Queen so logically looked at the problem and found the solution
that best solved it.  With her love of taking care of her problems with hands
on efficacy he was surprised at her deigning to use the House of Black and
White to solve that particular issue.
Neither he nor Tyrion could foresee what they would demand.  Apparently the
bank was not sure either - waiting for a certain something to occur to satisfy
their debt.
Varys hated trying to science out organizations.  People let their base
emotions control themselves.  That made it easy to figure out what a man or
woman might do.  With organizations, so many were involved in their decisions
that it was so much harder to understand, comprehend, and plan against.
Also, Varys’ spiders had reported from the depths of the Iron Bank and the
upper chambers of the House of Black and White.  Some rancor had cropped up
between the two entities.  Normally, they worked in lock-step with each other
but some tension had developed in the last several years.
The leader of the assassins guild, Jaqen H'ghar, was evidently questioning
directives and orders.  From what Varys had learned it was not open rebellion. 
The House of Death still followed directives, but tension was building. 
Why after all this time?  He had tried to learn more of this Jaqen H’ghar, but
he was a mystery.  Why would a man have hair like that?  This was a mystery
that he and Tyrion knew would have to be solved.
Jaime
Brienne and the children had already gone on the gangplank up to the ship.
Jaime stood on the dock, looking down at his brother. It had been a good week. 
He had made peace with the Queen and no longer had to worry about a summons in
the middle of the night.
Tyrion was looking good.  Content.  He was so happy for his little brother.  He
had become the Hand of the Queen and was truly valued by her.  It had been a
long time coming, but Tyrion was finally being respected for his intellect and
talents.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Tyrion said up to his brother.
“I won’t, little brother.  Tarth is our home, but we will visit regularly.  I
want my children to have their uncle.  If Cersei can transform herself somehow,
they will have an aunt too.  I’m not holding my breath on that, though.”
Tyrion laughed at that.  His sister was still costing him a fortune!
Jaime looked out over King’s Landing.  “I don’t miss this place at all,
Tyrion.  I have many bad memories here.  I miss you, and I like the Queen well
enough, but this place is full of bad thoughts for me.”
“In time you won’t recognize much of King’s Landing,” Tyrion said. “The Queen
will start rebuilding the poor quarters of this city and Old Town.  She says
that the largess of the crown should be for the people.”
“She means it, doesn’t she Tyrion?”
“Yes she does.  She definitely wants to bring in new age of justice and
equality.  She wants an age of reclamation. … time will tell, but I believe in
her.”
“This may sound strange, but so do I.  I am a cynical man by nature and history
but I think she actually might succeed.”
They had parted then, shaking hands.
He went to his wife on the rail looking out at the sea on the windward side. 
She had put their children down for their afternoon naps.  All the excitement
of King’s Landing had left them exhausted.
“I like your brother, Jaime.  He is intelligent and cunning, but a very good
man still,” his wife said.
“Yes he is, Brienne.  Being the muscle makes us more simple than men like
Tyrion and the Queen.  They play the Game of Thrones, but aren’t corrupted by
it.  Rare indeed.”
“Do you think the Queen will ever have need of our muscle, husband?”
“Only the future will tell us that, sweet wife.” Jaime spoke, taking is wife’s
large and calloused hand and squeezing it affectionately as the ship pulled
anchor and headed out to sea and home on the afternoon tide.
***** Flight Into Hell *****
Chapter Notes
     AN#!: Arya hits the road next chapter to go visit someone. I wonder
     what she will find?
                                  Chapter 26
                               Flight Into Hell
 Daenerys / Bran / Meera / Daenerys / Bran / Daenerys / Ice King / Daenerys /
                           Meera / Croyel / Daenerys
Daenerys
Daenerys was tired.  She’d endured a long day of meetings discussing the events
occurring in North.  It was clear that House Stark was up to something, but the
Queen still could not put her finger on it.  The man was mobilizing his forces
even with his denials, but his orientation was North rather than South.  It
made no sense.
There had been an attack by a new mercenary company that the Dothraki was
actively fighting near the province Qohor.  She itched to take Drogon east to
help take care of the problem, but knew she needed to have faith in her
commander.
His forces had been shredded during the first battle, but had placed stronghold
troops that had managed to stall the company’s advance just the same.  The
charges firing back and forth were confusing - each side claimed stridently
they were the innocent and aggrieved party.  She needed to go and settle this
problem but she could not just drop everything to fly east.  Things were tense
enough in Westeros, she dare not take herself away.
The rebel Lord refused to bend the knee to Daenerys without a direct parley. 
He wore a helm with mighty stag antlers on it.  She had sent ravens to Tyrosh
to send word to settle into a holding action and not press any further attacks
until she could personally come and have the requested parley.
The Queen held audience on the throne, which had been tiring as it usually
was.  She gave each case brought before her full attention and thought, just
the same.  Tyrion and Missandei proved invaluable in providing background
information to each matter, and she often huddled with them asking their
opinions to divine the truth.
Tyrion brought his knowledge of the Game of Thrones and the play of it. 
Missandei was so innocent and pure that she could often divine when persons
were lying and obfuscating.  When one never lies it is easier for them to spot
the lies of others.
She grew tired of the petty squabbles that the magistrates could not solve and,
thus, needed the royal decree.  Daenerys always tried to dispense justice that
was based on fairness and compassion.
Once she had seen the last supplicant, she took a luxuriating bath and ate a
light meal of melons and pears while reading over some reports that Tyrion had
just finished outlining the debt of the Iron Throne.  He had unraveled more of
the chicanery and outright lies that lay in the ledgers.  Tyrion, Master of
Laws Micud Caudill, and Master of Coin Vedad Softic had forced a ten percent
reduction of debt when their careful inspection of the Bank’s books versus
their own books revealed obvious “errors” on the side of the Iron Bank.
The Iron Bank had forgiven ten percent of the debt to show good faith. 
Daenerys snorted.  Tyrion believed that the bank had been doing tit-for-tat,
knowing the Iron Throne had been defrauding them, so they played in turn.
Dany made her way to her bed, and got underneath the covers.  She was too tired
to masturbate.  Normally several hard orgasms took the edge off, but she was
just exhausted.  Dany loved masturbating.  A woman knows her own body better
than anyone else ever does.  If she ever found a true love, she planned to
masturbate freely with them.
Dany fell asleep quickly, and the Direwolf dream started again.  The dream had
faded soon after her arrival in Westeros but recently it had returned. 
Daenerys could find no reason for its sudden reappearance.  It had been several
nights since she had last had it.  In the dream she was back in the hall and it
was getting colder.  The wolf was at her side now as she curled up on the
floor, pressed into the mighty beast enjoying the beast’s warmth.  The wolf
stared down the hall, full of tension, its muzzle twitching and its tail
thumping hard on the hall floor.
The wolf suddenly rose up on all fours and growled, then started down the hall
but stopped after a few steps and looked back with an inquiring look.  She
understood what the beast meant: follow me.  The wolf would step down the hall,
and then saddle back and look at Daenerys.  The wolf wanted to confront the
threat.
Dany was indecisive.  She was still nude which did not bother her, what
bothered is that she did not have her weapons.  While strong for a woman and
skilled in hand to hand combat, she knew she needed her weapons to confront the
demon or whatever it was that waited down the hall.  The wolf finally came to
stand before the Targaryen in a defensive position to protect the Queen.
Dany woke up with a start.  The dream had started and changed starting a week
ago.  She wondered why.  She shivered, still remembering the cold of the dream.
Dany snuggled underneath the covers and soon fell asleep again.  She slept
soundly for a few hours, then she heard a ‘qwork’.  There was a long silence,
and then another ‘qwork’.  Soon other ‘qworks’ joined into a cacophony of
dissonance.  Then she felt a stinging peck on her forehead. 
Daenerys awoke waving her arms wildly in front of her face.  She felt large
bodies colliding against her arms.  She opened her eyes and was shocked to see
ravens and crows circling and screaming wildly in her room, flying out the
large windows as more poured in and circled, squawking at her, urging her to
fly out of her room at breakneck speed.
Dany felt their urgency as raven claws clenched into her hair and dragged her
in jerks to the window.  She waved her arms and reached for her sword, pulling
it from its scabbard and slashing the flaming blue blade at the birds careening
around her room.  Her sword arced at the birds, passing harmlessly through
their bodies as she was stinging all over from the hard pecks of their angry
beaks.
Dany awoke abruptly, sitting up and throwing her covers off her body.  The room
was lit by the half-moon. She quickly got up and got the fire roaring in the
fireplace, and looked around the room.  No crows.  She began to breathe
easier.  Then she spotted a raven feather, with a few others laying on the
floor in her chamber.  She ran a hand across her forehead, but felt no welts. 
Dany remembered the premonition from Meera.  It was time to act.
Early the next morning she called Tyrion and Barristan to her.  She did not
want to bring up what she proposed to do with even Missandei and Syrio.  They
would strongly oppose her too but she knew that Barristan and Tyrion would more
easily give in to what she meant to do.  This was not a matter to be brought up
with the Klatch of Confidents.  They were her most trusted advisors.  She
explained what she meant to do.  They both protested loudly and vehemently. 
Why hadn’t she told them?
She told them she did not want them to oppose her wishes.  She was the Queen,
but she knew they would argue with her.  She was readying to leave.  They
continued arguing with her as she left her room to go to the kitchen to get a
quick, light meal.  Barristan had stalked off as Tyrion fretted.  Once her
hunger had been satisfied, Daenerys headed toward the large courtyard.
There Tyrion saw the three dragons waiting for their mother.  He sighed and
wished her well.  Barristan who had early left, reappeared.  He was clad in his
battle chainmail and light plate armor over his shoulders and chest.  He had
put on his dragon skin gloves and chaps to ride a dragon.  He began attaching
his scabbard.   
“What are you doing?” Daenerys demanded.
“I am coming with you” Barristan told her simply.
“No you are not.” He merely stared at her.  For a minute they battled wills
with each other.  Daenerys finally broke, pinching the bridge of her nose. 
“Fine.  But first wait here,” the Queen demanded in an imperious tone. 
Barristan and Tyrion waited in stark silence - Tyrion in apprehension, and
Barristan centering himself.  He was steeling himself for any upcoming combat. 
He centered his mind to achieve the perfect balance. 
Daenerys reappeared with a cursing Syrio Forel following her.  He was demanding
to accompany her too.  The Queen told him that he had to stay because the
Kingdom would need his leadership in case she did not return.  Plus, he would
never get past fifty in the air with his air sickness.  Syrio’s face went
apoplectic with the reminder of his weakness.
All three men started to argue loudly.
“I have every intention of returning but … but in case I don’t … Quiet!  I
command your obedience!”  The three men fell silent.
“I have delayed too long in doing this.”  She had been carrying a bundle
wrapped in a blanket.  “Barristan Selmy and Syrio Forel, you have been with me
from the beginning.  You have supported me from the start.  I wish to give you
each a gift - a token of my esteem.”
She got down on one knee and unfolded her bundle.  All three men gasped. 
Daenerys arose with a broadsword in her right hand and gave it to Barristan. 
In her left hand she handed Syrio a rapier made of Valyrian steel, rippling
deep blue in the light. 
Barristan was looking in awe at his own Valyrian sword, the glyphs telling him
that he held the “Hammer of Doom”.  He looked up at Daenerys. 
“It feels much like your sword in my hand.  Do you approve?”
Barristan smiled and nodded his head softly yes.  As he did this, men came out
with the saddle, chaps and gloves and boot covers.  Barristan quickly pulled on
his protective gear.  He threw the saddle on the back of the dragon and using
his gloves and boots to get grips on Viseron’s scales he vaulted up Viserion’s
back his chaps protecting his legs.  Viserion turned his head back and head
bumped his father affectionately as Barristan secured the saddle hooking it to
the dragon’s scales. 
“It is time to go.  When we go to combat we will all fly on Drogon, but for now
you can ride Viserion.”  The queen jumped up and scaled up her son’s body
quickly getting on his back.  Barristan put his hands on Viserion head and
looked in his dragon’s eyes as the dragon purred in happiness.  The ivory
dragon pranced hopping from foot to foot his eyes locked with Barristan’s in
eagerness to be away. 
“Tyrion, you will find something for you in the blanket too.” Then she was away
with Drogon, shooting up into the sky, gaining altitude fast.
The knight released Viserion’s head and the dragon whipped his head around and
launched himself up into the sky with his brother right behind him.  The two
smaller dragons pumped their wings hard to quickly catch up with their black
brother as they gained attitude and speed off moving quickly away to the
North.  Drogon screamed out a mighty roar promising death and doom to his
enemies.  Viserion and Rhaegal joined in with their loud trumpets of challenge
as they moved off to the North.
Tyrion watched them disappear.
Tyrion walked over to the blanket and bent down.  He came up bearing a Valyrian
long Dagger that made an excellent half-sword for a man of his size.  The dwarf
slashed through the air, smiling.
 
Bran
Bran was watching Meera pacing in the small glade they had set up camp in. 
They were waiting for Daenerys to come and pick them up for the flight to the
Tree of Life. The young girl was tense and muttering.  Bran understood her
tension.
He appeared calm on the outside, but he too felt the anxiety of the moment. 
The dreams had become more intense as of late.  He was flying in the sky so
high and then buried in the Earth, entangled in roots. He much preferred the
former dreams, but he knew that his destiny was first under the ground. 
He had to delve into the Earth before he could soar. 
“Hodor, Hodor!” his loyal friend chanted. 
“Easy Hodor … all is well.” He told the half giant.  The large, simple man
calmed.
Bran thought back to his first meeting with the Reed children early last week. 
They had come to him after the feast his father held for his loyal bannermen
from the Neck.  Bran watched the Reed children and their father conferring
towards the end of the meeting.
The children asked if Bran could take them to the Godswood.  Eddard gave his
son a grimaced smile in answer.  Bran knew his father sensed that his son would
soon be leaving.  His father would let him seek out his destiny.
He was still learning not to be bitter about his injury.  He was just beginning
to come into his burgeoning manhood, and then had it ripped away.  The Raven
was teaching him the true meaning of service.  He had dreamed of being a knight
on the field of battle.  His battlefield would now be on the spiritual plain,
and fought with mind and soul.  He was not sure he was ready.
Bran waited for the Reed siblings to reveal their plans.  He surprised them
when he told them he knew they had to get to the Tree of Life.  Jojen smiled
softly and told Bran he was already more mighty than him.  Jojen asked if he
was ready for his destiny.
Bran had told him “no”, but assured the startled teen that he would meet his
destiny without shying aside.  “I am a Stark.” was Bran’s simple answer to the
questions of his willingness to meet his destiny.
Bran had then listened to their plots to get him out of Winterfell and to their
meeting with the Dragon Queen, each plan a little more fantastical and
dangerous than the one before.  They had him scaling down the wall of
Winterfell on Hodor’s back.  Throwing him down to Hodor.  Buried beneath a
heavy load of bolts and fabric in a wagon.  Having the Direwolves create a
diversion and then sneaking out the small gate by the stables.
Finally, Bran had suggested “Why don’t I just tell my father I want to visit
our loyal bannermen in their floating city in the reeds?  I am sure he will
agree.”
The siblings looked at each other and then, sheepish agreed to the much simpler
plan.
Now they were in the clearing waiting for the Queen to arrive with her dragons.
Jojen had been looking North.  “The Ice King is waiting for us.  Along with an
ancient evil … I can’t see it through the green”
“It is a Croyel.” Bran Stark replied.
Jojen and Meera looked at him with questioning eyes.
“The three-eyed raven dreams have shown me.  It is a-a-a…” Bran hesitated
trying to describe what he had seen. “Demon baby is the best I can describe it.
It has bonded with the Ice King.  It comes from a land very far away.  It is
ancient, evil and very, very powerful.”
“Can it be defeated?” Meera asked.
“It must—all things can be killed.  We just need to find the way.  We may not
survive, you know.” Bran told the Reed children.  “I would prefer you to not go
with me and Hodor.  This is not your fight.  It is mine.” 
Jojen replied “Evidently your green sight is not as refined as you think it
is.”
 
Meera
She listened to her brother and Bran’s discourse on destiny and responsibility.
She only knew that she would support her brother and her liege’s son with all
that she was.  She was going to strike her blow against the Ice King.  She knew
that this was but the first blow against the ancient enemy, and she would not
hesitate to meet her destiny.
Jojen had made it clear to her that something had gone horribly wrong years
ago.  He was absolutely sure that Bran was supposed to have made his journey
almost four years ago.  It would have been dangerous, but they would have made
it.  He was sure of it.  Now they would have to fight against the ancient evil
just to get to their destination.  The Ice King himself was waiting for them.
The Ice King, even with this Croyel was still not strong enough to contend with
the Tree of Life itself.  The Ice King would have the advantage against them,
though.  Jojen did not tell her as much, but she could see it in the caste of
his shoulders.  He did not expect for them to succeed. 
But the effort had to be made, else defeat was certain.  Jojen saw that the
forces of light and dark were on the razor’s edge.  Which would dominate? 
Meera had argued with her brother.  She had seen the Dragon Queen as he had,
and she had faith in her.  Meera could not put a reason to it, but she felt
deep in her bones that the small, platinum-haired woman would meet and defeat
any enemy.  She would not fight her enemies alone.
Meera pulled out five precious arrows.  Each tip was made of pure dragon glass,
honed to a trilobite bladed point.  Her most feared enemies were made of ice. 
She needed penetrating striking power.  To the dead, it did not matter the head
of the arrow.  She only hoped she would be able to retrieve them after the
battle.  If she was still alive to retrieve them.
They had set up the banners of the same houses they had called to the Dragon
Queen with before.  They knew the dragons would see them from afar.
Meera ate a small meal of beef jerky and hard cheese, constantly looking South
as her anxiety rose.  Would the Queen come?  Jojen had said it was time. 
Bran went to sleep underneath the small tent they had set up for him.  Meera
marveled at how calm the sixteen year old remained. 
She and Jojen walked around the glade discussing the coming battle. With his
greensight, Jojen felt him very near the Tree of Life.  He had probed the area
using the Tree but he could not see anything amiss.  The Ice King had somehow
hidden himself from the Tree, which upset the young Reed.
Meera looked up again and her heart began to beat faster.  On the horizon three
dots appeared, growing larger quickly.
She felt her heart lift seeing the white-haired woman brining her dragons down
to the glade.  She watched them land, and then mill around.  The dragons were
restless.  Meera was surprised to see another person with the Queen.
The Queen stayed with her dragons, talking to them in her native tongue as the
man with her walked up to them.
The man was older, but his back was ramrod straight and he radiated power and
competence.  He introduced himself as Barristan Selmy, and he was the general
of her armies and one of her most trusted advisors.  She had heard of this
man.  He was one of the greatest swordsmen walking the Earth.  He would be a
mighty warrior at their side.
She liked the man immensely from the start.  He acknowledged both her and Jojen
with respect.  Jojen greeted him and told him they had their charge over in the
tent.
Barristan looked over at the large man sleeping just outside the tent to
protect his friend, then at the basket Hodor used to carry him in.  The man
turned to look back at the Reeds, and then the Queen.  He shook his head,
keeping his silence.
He was going to let them explain to the Queen.  Her estimation of the man went
up significantly at this realization. He had no ego, and also displayed a trust
in them.
Suddenly, Summer appeared from the woods from behind the dragons and ran up to
them. The dragons looked down at the beast as it walked from one to the other,
smelling them in turn. The Queen looked at the wolf that nearly came up to her
eye level.  Summer came up to Daenerys, and she stood still as the direwolf
sniffed her.
Then the wolf muzzled its head into her side and rubbed against her as it moved
on to walk over to the tent and laid down beside the large man guarding his
master.
Meera was impressed. The woman felt no fear of the animal, and it had accepted
her immediately.  It had taken the wolf several days to accept the Reed
siblings.  The woman seemed to have no limits to her abilities and affinities. 
Meera hoped it would be enough.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys spoke again to Rhaegal and Viserion.  They shook their head.  They
smelled game nearby.  They would feed, and then fly North for their part.  She
hugged each dragon in turn and they launched themselves into the air, winging
northward.  Daenerys watched their bodies fade into the distance.
She walked over to the waiting party.  The small Reed told her that her dragons
were indeed beautiful.  She looked at the tent and cocked an eyebrow.  “I am
assuming that this is the three-eyed raven?” she asked with a smirk.
Jojen confirmed her assessment.  He told her that he would awaken him so they
could leave.
“That won’t be necessary.  We won’t be leaving for three days.”
“What?  We need to leave now!” Jojen exclaimed.  “Time is of the essence!” 
“No it isn’t.  Three more days won’t change anything.” The platinum haired
woman returned.  When Jojen went to argue again, the woman held up her hand. “I
have conquered many cities and defeated many armies … I know what I am doing.”
she told the Reed boy.
She argued with him for another minute before she calmly told him “It’s my
dragon.  We will leave in three days.”  The tone told all that the conversation
was over.
Three hours later Bran awoke.  He sat up and opened his tent, watching the
Targaryen sharpening her sword that glowed a bright blue.  He shook Hodor awake
and patiently waited for his friend to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.
Hodor brought Bran over to the cooking fire.  The small woman looked up at him
with a smile.
“And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” Daenerys asked the boy.  The
broken legs verified his identity.  Her briefings had told her of the
misfortune of Bran Stark.
“I am Bran Stark, but you already know that.  We will be leaving on the morning
of the third day from now.” the sixteen year old announced.  He looked at
Jojen, who lowered his eyes.
Daenerys sighed.  Of course the three-eyed raven was a Stark.  Who else could
it be?
“Does your father know of this, Bran?”
“He does not.”
“Of course.” Dany sighed. 
The boy was old enough to make his own decisions.  The small Queen did not
normally have any use for prophecy or the interference of the gods, but Dany
could feel them now.  There was a force at work that was actively working
against the evil she could sense.  Her dreams told her the truth of this
situation. 
She would not shirk her duty.  She lived to conquer evil.  She would triumph. 
She had no doubt.
For the rest of that day and the next two, the small camp bided time.  All
watched the Targaryen and Barristan spar violently in the glade, their blades
moving so fast that they looked a blur.  Meera cried out when the knight
punched the queen in the shoulder and kneed her in her stomach.  Daenerys
return blows to the knight’s crotch had him grimacing and chuffing as he barely
kept the woman off as he recovered.  She learned that knights were not always
so honorable when she watched Barristan kick the Queen where no man should ever
kick a woman, and Daenerys howled like a Direwolf.
Her dragon had lifted one sleeping eyelid at her howl, and then went back to
his slumber. The evening before they were to leave, the dragon and Direwolf
left on their own.  They appeared back at camp in the morning, muzzles soaked
in blood.
Daenerys had not been happy when she discovered the Direwolf and the giant
sized man were to be coming on the journey as well.
She had absolutely refused at first.  Bran had simply told her “They will be
coming.” And that was the end of the conversation.
Dany had gone stomping off while pinching the bridge of her nose and cursing
not so quietly.
Barristan had come to her and told her how this could be of benefit.  Dany
listened to him, as she always did. In the end she agreed.  She communed with
Drogon who understood and relayed her thoughts on.  It would soon be time to
go.
 
Bran
Bran eyed the Targaryen who stared at him while trying not to, and failing
miserably.  Bran knew she would have to talk to him again.  He was the son of
Eddard Stark, who was vexing her currently.
It was the night before they were to leave and Daenerys was sharpening her
sword.  She kept looking over at him and immediately looked down when she saw
the boy looking directly at her.  She would fidget and hone her sword and look
up again every few minutes.  Bran was still staring at her.
Bran chuckled to himself, seeing the woman at such a loss.  He sensed this was
not a usual situation for her.
She finished sharpening her sword and made a dramatic show of eyeing the edge. 
She got up and stretched, groaning dramatically. 
Finally, she approached Bran who was staring at the fire before him.  She
squatted down on the other side of it.
“I did not know you were a follower of R’hllor.” She jested weakly.
“I follow the Old Gods. Do you always insult your guests’ religion, Daenerys
Targaryen?” Bran asked in an affronted tone, looking the woman in the eyes.
Dany rocked back on her heels and sputtered.
Bran held up his hand “I was teasing you.  Forgive me.”
He watched her blush and look around uncertainly.  Bran thought the expression
humanized the woman.
Up close Daenerys Targaryen was so full of might he was almost speechless.  The
woman radiated power and destiny.  She was not of the Old Gods, but he knew
they totally embraced her.  Her destiny and theirs were intricately linked.
“You will lie with the direwolf.” He told the woman simply.  He smirked upon
seeing her reaction.
Daenerys’ face twisted in disgust and her body literally stiffened.   He
deliberately did not tell her who she would lie with.  He enjoyed the show.
“What is your father doing, Bran?  He is provoking me into taking action I do
not want to take.  Tell me.  Help me to understand!” the woman barked at him in
a frustrated hiss.
“I have no idea what his plans are.” 
The woman scoffed at him.  “You are his son.  You have to know something! Give
me gossip, innuendo, anything!  Don’t you know I could bring my dragons down on
Winterfell and burn it down to slag?”
“Like Yunkai?” Bran asked softly.
The woman shot up ramrod straight, her face distraught.
“Sit down, Daenerys.  That was unfair of me. You are no longer that woman. That
is the past, let it go.”
“No no … I still see them in my dreams …” the woman said with a quiver in her
voice. Her eyes started brimming with tears.
“Daenerys.” Bran called softly as she looked down at him shakily.
“You will never do such a deed again.”
“How do you know?”
“I am a greenseer, Daenerys Targaryen … I see the future.  Not perfectly, but
this is true.  If you accept love, you will not go down that path again.”
He watched her shoulders slump.  “Your dreams will be answered my Queen.” Bran
told her. He wished he could tell the Queen the full truth, but prophecy was
like wisdom.  It must be earned and not haphazardly given, else the purpose
misleads. 
The woman sat back down.
“My Queen,” he spoke softly and waited till the woman looked up at him.  “I
made it a purpose to not know my father’s plans.  Thus, I can’t tell you. We
Starks can’t lie.  This way we both are safe.”
“Safe from what?”
“Destiny.” Bran replied and chuckled inside when the woman sighed and pinched
her nose.  She had learned to control her inner demons and burning ambition. 
She was the crux around which all revolved.  The green dreams told Bran that
his woman was supposed to have taken a different path.  A less violent path. 
She was supposed to be molded slowly.  Instead she had been made over almost
overnight.  The forge had been too hot for any person to come out unchanged. 
For a time Daenerys Targaryen had lost her way.
He wondered how she ever found herself again.  He knew the petite silver haired
woman feared she would go back to her old ways.  Her lover and consort would
anchor her changes for the good.  Together they would forge greatness.
“My destiny is not the physical world anymore, your Grace. I consider you my
friend.  I must walk a path on the spiritual plain.  You must get me there,
Daenerys.  I must become one with the Tree of Life.  I will leave the world of
men.  Only there can I bind the Ice King back to the Earth that nurtured him
after his creation.”
The woman looked sadly at him and asked him if he accepted his path.  Bran told
her the truth.  “No.  But I am a Stark.  I will not shirk my duty.”
They communed silently around the fire for an hour, both lost in their own
contemplations and thoughts of destiny.  Bran asked Hodor to take him back to
his tent as he laid down looking out at the fire and the Queen. 
Again he wondered how one so small could be so powerful.  He could see power
and presence almost flowing off her small frame.  All that was good rotated
around her.  He knew she would make Arya happy, and Arya in turn the Queen. 
With that thought he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
 
Daenerys
Dany was thankful she had a large basket type saddle constructed.  She had also
put in hand rungs so that the riders could grip them tightly.  She would use
these rungs for something else once they reached the Wall.  She carefully
arranged the riders on Drogon’s large back.  She had asked her son when she
first knew of the additional riders if it would be too much for him to bear.
He had been highly affronted.  He would not even know they were on his back! 
He was young and strong and just fed.  He was up to any challenge.
Daenerys broke camp hours before the sun was to come up.  She had everyone eat
a quick meal before gathering them near a restive Drogon.  The sky was still
pitch black. 
“I have scouted our way.  We will be flying in on a straight shot, hard and
fast.  I want you all to be lying down as low as possible.  Barristan, Summer
and I will be on the outside perimeter and will shield you from the wind as
much as possible, making sure you are safe.  Bran.  Will you be able to keep
Hodor calm?”
The Stark nodded as his eyes unfocused.  Hodor began to walk a little woodenly
as he picked up Bran and handed him up to Barristan.  He then climbed up
Drogon’s side and got into the basket.  Barristan had rolled down a fire
resistant mat to protect the humans.    
The others used the special gloves Dany had fashioned for them.  The Direwolf
had backed up and ran forward, then jumped up high and landed on the dragon’s
back and walked onto the basket curling up next to Bran protectively.  Lastly,
Daenerys climbed up and positioned herself forward on Drogon’s back.
“Drogon!  Tolvio belma pryjātās!”  The mighty dragon leaped into the air,
quickly gaining altitude, rising up to a thousand feet.  All could feel the
wind whipping harder and harder across their faces as they hunched low.  The
dragon was beating his wings hard and straining forward.  The trees raced by
below.  They flew across the sky like an arrow shot out of a longbow.
The first part of the journey was at first exhilarating for the riders who had
never been on a dragon, but quickly grew boring as they laid down on the
dragon’s broad back between its pinioning wings.  The dragon did not seem to be
laboring even with the additional weight.
Daenerys was monitoring Drogon but her largest son truly felt no struggle even
with the excess cargo.  His body motion as he pumped his wings soon had
everyone lulled into a half sleep.  Dany reached out with her mind and touched
her other two sons, they were huddled together in the ravine she had spied out
earlier.  They could feel her coming and were anxious to confront their common
enemy.
It was an hour before noon when Drogon saw the Wall coming up.  Daenerys soon
had her dragon landing on the top of the seven hundred foot tall structure. 
She spied several women on the wall about five hundred meters down.  They
looked up, staring slack-jawed at the black behemoth. 
Daenerys got everyone off to stretch their legs and take care of nature’s
call.  She pulled out a bundle from the back of Drogon’s saddle.  She chuckled,
watching the wildling women talking wildly and pointing at them.
She got everyone mounted again, and then she and Barristan stretched a net over
the novice riders, and hooked eyelets over the rungs worked along the edge of
the saddle.  She explained that it was to keep them in place.  She told them
how she planned to come in for her landing and she felt a little revenge when
she saw how the Reeds and Bran blanched.  She told them it was the safest way
to land. 
Then she and Barristan sat down on the outside of the net, and Drogon dropped
off the edge of the wall and fell hundreds of feet.  She had selected this area
because it was on the straight line path to the tree of life, free of obstacles
and foliage.  Drogon used the drop to quickly gather speed, and fifty feet
above the ground pulled up like a stone from a trebuchet and shot back up to a
thousand feet, launching north like a bat out of the seven proverbial hells.
Daenerys and Selmy conversed softly, giving each other comfort and courage for
the coming fight.  Daenerys was supremely confident as was Barristan but a
healthy dose of fear pulsed in their veins as it does in all great warriors.
About an hour out from the hill of the Tree of Life Barristan pointed
northeast, then northwest.  Dany had seen them too. 
Crows, ravens, starlings, grackles and birds of prey were all winging North at
a furious clip.  As they continued to fly the dragon picked up an unofficial
escort of birds that would come up near only to be left behind by the dragon’s
furious pace.  Dany looked back and saw the birds continuing on furiously in
her wake. 
As she approached the hill of the Tree of Life she was stunned by what she
saw.  There was a thunderhead of birds flying in a wild cyclone around it.  The
birds flew, stacked from several hundred feet up to ten thousand feet with
eagles and hawks wheeling high above them.
Soon the air was a cacophony of quarks and squawks.  At first the party had
been afraid they were to be attacked by the enormous and still growing storm of
birds.  The ever growing cloud of birds was definitely centered over the Tree
of Life, a black cloud morphing and bulging from side to side.  The cloud near
a mile wide full of loudly squawking birds.
Dany pulled Drogon to cycle wide around the cloud.  The cloud suddenly parted
and slowly stretched out to try and encircle the dragon.  The birds never
attacked, but an oblong wheel was forming with a clear opening towards the
hill. Several ravens came up to the wheeling dragon and their head motioned
towards the hill.  They then dove towards the hill and rose back up to again,
looking at the dragon and riders before diving back down.
The message was clear.  Attack.  The birds were on their side.
Barristan shouted to Dany with a feral smile on his face. “The Raven is a
symbol of the North and the Weirwood.  We are supported.  Let us attack!”  Dany
needed no further encouragement.  She drifted her dragon over the hill and
Drogon began to seek what all knew was below. 
He hole in the wheel of birds quickly closed behind them as they flew to circle
tightly over the Tree of Life.  The dark boiling cloud of birds tightening in
their circular flight around the hill.
The Ice King they could not be see.  He had somehow hidden himself from sight. 
All could feel his evil and the cold that was his nature.  If he could not be
seen then he would have a decisive and deadly advantage.  Daenerys had foreseen
this.  It had been her white dragon, Viserion, that figured out how to see the
hidden Ice King.
The dragons could see in many spectrums and one was heat.  A human’s body
glowed red.  The rest of the background was various shades deepening to blue
when they viewed that which was cold.  Viserion reasoned that their foe was the
essence of cold.  He would be the darkest blue on the field of combat.
There. Suddenly Drogon started a rapid, spinning descent in a tight pinwheel. 
The motion was almost impossible to track as Dany had Drogon juked and jerked
as he flew down to throw off any aim. 
Daenerys saw that the entire massive cloud of birds were diving straight down
quickly, outstripping her descent.
 
Ice King
For the previous two hours the Ice King had seen the gathering storm of birds
piling up in the sky.  Puzzled but unconcerned, he reached back to pat his
slumbering son.  They were of no consequence.  The birds must have sensed the
carrion they were about to feast on.
He had seen the dragon appear on the horizon.  He and the Croyel were unsure of
their flying foe, these dragons postdated his previous incarnation and they did
not exist in the land of the Croyel’s existence.  What was the fear of a little
fire with the Croyel to protect him?  Its Forbidding would easily fight off the
puny flame this creature could produce.
Fire was his enemy, but a living thing could not produce but a little of it. 
It was impossible for the rumors to be true.  He would soon kill this strange
creature.
He smirked.  The Dragon Queen was truly overconfident. She had only brought one
of her dragons.  Too bad.  He would have enjoyed killing them all today.
He puzzled over how the birds seemed to part for the woman when she had
arrived.  He had many undead hidden in the surrounding forest and twenty sons
nearby.   He had a large reinforcement at the base of the escarpment as well,
but had kept them at a distance. 
He wanted all the glory of the kill.
His icy brows knitted.  What is going on?  He felt his son stir.
The birds began diving at breakneck speed.  Why?  There was no carrion yet. 
What were they doing?
His eyes shot wide open, suddenly on alert. The birds dove screaming into the
forest and he felt their beaks quickly finding and tearing at his undead.  They
were voracious, stripping them of their slack flesh.  He filled his army with
motion and began to swat at the birds as their flesh was torn off, and
ligaments and sinew ripped and shredded.
Birds were attacking them?  It did not matter.  He looked up at the spinning
dragon rapidly descending.  He smiled viciously.  When they landed he would
fall on them unseen.
At two hundred feet the dragon suddenly straightened out its descent and he saw
massive, mighty talons aiming straight at his face!  The dragon began a heavy
back beating of its mighty wings.  Then searing, agonizing flame was blasting
down at him and his son with the force of a cyclone.
“AAARRGGGHHHHHH!” The ice king roared in pain as the sudden Forbidding put up
by the Croyel formed, and then nearly shattered underneath the flame. 
“Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii!” the Croyel whined in terror and effort as he threw all
his strength into the mystical shield.  How could there be so much heat?  It
was like an erupting volcano! He could feel that there was magic in the flames.
All this happened in a mere three seconds.
SSSLLAAMMMMMM!
Crushing weight hurtled into the Ice King and Croyel crushing them down into
the earth.  There was a brief respite from the flame and then another deadly
gout attacked them.  The beast lifted back and jammed down with its talons. 
The flame stopped, and the Croyel tried to form an attack as he kept him and
his father from being crushed.  Suddenly, the head of the dragon was crashing
into them, teeth and sinew trying to rip through the Croyel’s shields.
The Ice King was pinned, jammed into the earth unable to even draw his sword as
his body threatened to shatter.  Another burning gout of flame struck them.
Terror gave the Croyel strength to maintain the Forbidding.  The wall, now a
large red circle, formed a few feet above them.  The dragon roared and another
jet of furious flame hit his son’s Forbidding, nearly annihilating it. The
magic was horrendously powerful.  The beast’s claws tore at them.  The Ice
King, gripping the talons half wrapped around them preventing them from fully
closing as the Forbidding kept the beast from completely controlling its claws
since they had already pierced the shield.
It was a stand-off.  The Croyel knew he just had to survive a few more moments
from the terrible onslaught. 
 
Daenerys
Daenerys rode atop of Drogon as he breathed his hot fire and his body tore at
the Ice King and the hideous thing on its back.  They had formed some type of
shield that prevented her and Drogon from finishing the kill.  Again and again
Drogon lifted his head to breathe fire and then slam down in frustration to hit
the strange, glowing red wall that prevented flame and direct attack from
killing the evil apparitions.  His jaws cracked the magical wall but was not
able to destroy it. 
When her dragon paused to attack again, the strange demon baby was able to
renew its defenses.  Time was running out.
She saw from the woods a horde of dead shambling towards her. The swarm of
attacking birds slowed them and were actually ripping them to pieces but not
enough quickly enough.  Then she saw them.  Twenty Ice Wrights running towards
them.  The birds did not attack them.  They attacked only what they could
fight.
“Drogon Se jevo qrinuntoti! Yno inkot!Yno inkot!” Daenerys screamed at her
dragon calling him off as his desire to kill her enemy.  Drogon hesitated, but
only for a moment.
The dragon leaped up and flapped back furiously to land fifty feet away. 
Barristan and herself pulled out their swords and slashed the net free so the
other riders could get off Drogon. 
The Direwolf leaped off the dragon and immediately ran up to Barristan.  He
quickly moved toward the undead that were almost upon them.  Meera jumped off
next, her bow quickly notched.  Daenerys threw off Jojen and Hodor slid down,
and she gently placed Bran in his arms.  Freed, she jumped down and rolled to
her feet running towards the Ice King.  Drogon roared and swung his head, a
large swath of dragon fire engulfing the undead and sending them up in flames. 
Barristan’s blade chopped into the mob and the undead that felt the cut of his
Valyrian steel fell dead once more.  Drogon hopped and leaped and bowled over
the nearest Ice Wight and shattered it with his talons, its body immediately
melting.  Two more died when Drogon’s flame engulfed them.
Daenerys was upon the Ice King.  He was tall and filled with anger.  His ice
sword whistled down and struck her flaming blue sword.  The sounds of ice and
metal ringing and clashing filled the air. She saw shock in the Ice King’s eyes
as she went on the attack. He had expected her sword to shatter.  It was his
sword that would shatter.  Her blade almost unseen as it whistled back and
forth slamming into his sword, always knocking it back and to the side.  The
Ice King blocked her attacks as he backed away.  It was he, not her, that was
retreating.
Daenerys sent out her call.
 
Meera
Meera knew she was in a supportive role for this battle.  She watched Drogon
chase down several more Ice Wrights that had given up attacking the beast head-
on. The dragon either melted the Wrights with his fire or shattered it in his
massive jaws. 
She watched Barristan chop down foe after undead foe, his Valyrian sword
cutting the undead thews that made the dead do the bidding on the Ice King. 
Summer was biting and clawing at the undead that came in from the sides and
rear of the knight, occupying them until the man chopped the foe attacking his
blind side, killing it with his magical sword.  Soon a wall of dead surrounded
him as he moved to keep his battlefield clear, needing the space to wield his
sword with devastating effect.
She saw out of the corner eye an Ice Wight coming up on Barristan from his
blind side.  Summer was leaping and shaking off two undead when she fired her
bow.  A high pitched shriek crossed the battlefield as the Ice Wight dropped
its sword, its throat pierced with her arrow.  The Wight collapsed to its
knees, already melting.
Meera notched her next arrow.  She kept close to Barristan as he protected her
flank.  She saw an Ice Wight coming up on Drogon as he ripped another one
apart.  The Wight moved in from the side, about to stab him near the juncture
where his wing met his body.  A high pitched wail filled the air as another Ice
Wight died, melting with an arrow jutting out of its back.
Meera could not believe all the birds in the air.  Most of the undead ignored
the birds as they pressed their attacks.  Some though, did strike back killing
them in handfuls.  Drogon killed birds as he was attacking undead with his
flame.  The birds did not care.  More and more birds were constantly dropping
down from the sky pressing the attack for their fallen brethren.
Meera saw undead men ripped done to the bone, unable to move without any rotted
muscle or sinew.
Suddenly, a large group of undead stormed out of the woods aiming for the
Queen. 
Drogon had routed the remaining Ice Wrights and took to the air, flying just
over the new wave of undead, burning them with his flame.
They burned.  A large Mastodon, on fire, still ran towards the Queen as she was
engaged with the Ice King.  Meera let loose her third Dragon Glass arrow. The
Mastodon dropped as if hamstrung and did not move.  She had pierced its dead
blue glowing eye killing its undead brain instantly.  She saw black lines of
eldritch power creeping around the dead body melting flesh.
The Ice King was now pressing an attack and the Queen dove underneath his
strike, and came up behind him. Her sword slashed into his side
“AARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!” He roared in agony.  He should have died then, but he
staggered back up, the ice blood flowing out his broken ribs and his rent side
already healing up.  The Croyel flooding his father with supernatural healing.
The Queen pressed her attack on the Ice King.  Several Ice Wrights came up
behind on Daenerys.  The Queen sensed their approach, and she whirled on the
ground in a graceful arc, chopping one Ice Wight clean in half with her blue
glowing rune sword.  She blocked another blow and dragged his sword down.  Her
left hand flicked up, and the Wright died with a Valyrian dagger jutting out of
its eye. She easily blocked the Ice King’s swinging chop down on her.
Barristan was desperately fighting off a swarm of undead.  The birds were
savaging the corpses but there were just too many.  A dead giant was lifting
its foot to stomp down on Barristan as he was engaged with two undead.  Summer
was tearing the head off a man underneath him and then tearing off its rotted
arms.
 Suddenly the giant was pierced by the horns of a large elk, and then a flaming
spear jut out of its chest sitting it on fire.  The mighty elk shook its head,
throwing off the now furiously burning giant.  The beast charged into more
dead, trampling them as its rider used his flaming spear to ignite and set them
off burning.
Three Ice Wrights had reformed, and Drogon who had disappeared from view came
hurtling in from the left to bowl them over.  The dragon shattered one with his
right hind foot, then his jaws shattered another.  He leapt up and hop-skipped
into a knot of undead, breathing fire just before impact, setting them ablaze
before knocking about with his neck and tail.
The birds continued tearing and screaming as they tore undead to shreds.  The
sky was a blurring confusion of fast moving bodies and loud cries of rage and
righteous fury.
Another Ice Wight appeared before Barristan as he tried to pull his sword out
of the ribs of a dead bear.  Meera’s fourth arrow slammed into the Ice Wight’s
mouth, the tip jutting out of the back of his head.  The Ice Wight, already
dead, toppled backward.  The enormous elk charged into the throng in front of
Barristan, thinning the mob and allowing him to easily chop down the remaining
undead with his sword.
The man on the elk sat waiting after he burned the last frozen corpse with his
flaming spear.
Meera had seen Bran on Hodor and Jojen disappear up the hill to the Tree of
Life. They had succeeded. The Ice King had forgotten all about him in his fight
for survival.
They had succeeded!  Now the only problem for the rest of them was escaping. 
They were swarmed, fighting furiously to stay alive. 
She heard an unearthly scream that made her skin crawl.  She looked over at the
fight between Daenerys and the Ice King.  The hideous beast on his back now had
a gash on its shoulder.  Yellow ichor leaked out, the blood bubbling and
hissing.  She saw the beast sucking furiously on the neck of the Ice King,
which seemed to fill the Wright with strength and rage.  His blows hurled down
on the small, pale woman.
Daenerys managed to block, but could not attack.
Another wave of undead poured out of the woods towards her and Barristan.  Most
of the Ice Wrights were now dead.  Drogon had one in its talons and another in
its teeth as he took to the air and hurled them to the ground, shattering
them.  The dragon looked around and flew towards a new group of undead and
burned them.
Suddenly, down the slope she saw a mighty horde of more undead with another
thirty Ice Wrights leading a charge up the escarpment coming to their Ice Kings
defense.
There was just too many.
 
Croyel
He was in agony.  The blade had actually cut him!  That was impossible.  He was
warded, and yet the blade had cut through his magic as if it did not exist.
The dragon’s breath was like the sun!  He and his kind had never met such
naked, unbridled fury in living flesh.  It had taken the great magic of the
Elohim, a mighty manifestation of the Weird of the Waynhim through willing
human sacrifice or vast Earthpower to kill his brothers in the past. 
Not merely some beast and puny human woman!
The wound on his shoulder was already healing but the pain was nearly
blinding.  He drank deeply from his father, and their shared strength renewed
them both.
He had felt his father scream for their reinforcements and they had finally
made their appearance.  Why had they taken so long?  They were in danger!
The Ice King had assured his son that the blades of man could not withstand the
cold blades of the Wrights.  He had been mistaken about his as well!  The
Croyel no longer cared if they killed this hated woman now.  They needed to
fall back and regroup!
But as he saw the swarm coming to their aid the Croyel felt elation.  No. They
would kill them all.  He would relish seeing his father hack their bodies to
small pieces and then reanimate, the hacked fragments wiggling as they tried to
do his bidding.
He would laugh at them!
An Ice Wight appeared behind the white-haired woman as her sword was locked
with his father’s.  Yes! … “NOOoooooooo!” the Croyel screamed as a Dragon Arrow
penetrated its eye, killing it.
The Croyel looked at their saviors pelting up the slope to his father. Soon
they would have their victory.
“Dracarys!”the small woman screamed, suddenly launching herself backward.
What?!
The Croyel looked at the reinforcements as they approached.  In an instant they
were afire as another dragon, this one green, flew overhead.  A long tongue of
flame issued from its roaring mouth belching out white hot death.  Undead went
up like blazing candles of death.  The dragon shot up, then came back and
another long gout of flame set more` undead ablaze, melting Ice Wrights as they
hissed and bubbled to their death.
From nowhere they were engulfed with searing agonizing pain.  Hot flame that
felt like the Sun exploding engulfed their bodies.  The flame licked and clung
to their body with magical tendrils that tried to burn into their bodies.  The
heat pulsed and boiled with eldritch magic.  This was the heat of thousand
thousand forges.
“I BURN! I BURN!” his father screamed in agony as the Croyel instinctually
flooded his father with life giving, searing cold strength.  The fire burned
like the sun!  The Croyel felt the hideous magic of dragon fire as he
instinctively raised his shield and expanded it, desperately now fighting for
his life.  The magic of the flame was trying to undo the ligatures of the
Croyel’s existence.
The white dragon flew past and made a tight turn and made another pass, spewing
broiling, flaming death as both son and father screamed in agony.  The black
dragon had joined the green one, destroying their supposed saviors.  The green
dragon was leaping high in the air to slam down upon on them.
Then the white dragon flashed overhead as it flew off to get space to make
another pass.  He had survived.  He flooded his father with his magical essence
and he did the same in return.  Their bodies had been scorched but not burned
deep.  Already their dead skin was peeling off their limbs and backs with new
skin reforming beneath. 
The Croyel had time to half form a magical ward to not be attacked unprotected
again.  The white dragon wheeled around for another pass.  The Croyel angled
his still not finished shield towards the dragon.  The dragon came straight in
on them with no fear its mouth opening wide.
More of the dragon’s fire poured down as the talons slammed them into the
Earth, crushing father and son both.  His shield was weak and cracked, the
Forbidding barely holding up to the savage fire.  Their bodies slammed and
bashed into the ground.
The flame had weakened him and the white haired woman’s cut was still draining
him.  The dragon’s claws closed around them and lifted them up five feet into
the air, then slammed down repeatedly as more hideous magical fire blasted down
on him and his father.  They were dying.
His father rolled to his side.  The Croyel looked over his shoulder at the hill
with Tree of Life on it.  The Croyel could see the dragons killing the last of
the undead.  The small, vile woman with her warrior were slaying the last of
the Ice Wrights.
The Croyel had not been sure if the spell of translocation would work, but it
had had to try.  He was exhausted.  His spell had worked.  He could no longer
defend them.  It would be days before his strength started to recover.
He had underestimated the dragons.  They were indeed powerful and terrible
creatures.  Their own scion was raised on ice and bitterness.  He had been a
project, a thing to humor themselves with.  The Croyel was now very thankful
that they had Ice-Fang.  They would need him.
His father moaned and slowly levered himself up to look at the carnage off in
the distance.  His eyes wept dry ice tears.  He felt the death of each son.  He
had so few!  What was that woman?  She was stronger than he was!  Her sword was
a terrible thing, along with that of the warrior who fought beside him. 
He had heard of Valyria.  He was told it was no more.  He only prayed that
there was only one of this woman. 
He had felt her might and innate magic.  She was definitely the locus of the
North’s resistance against him.  He now knew the Tree of Life would actively
oppose him.  No matter.  He had much to reflect on. 
He would not make the same mistakes again.
 
Daenerys
 
Daenerys was lying on her back looking up at red clouds.  A high layer of
cirrus had started to roll in during the battle.  The clouds were slowly
thickening, the setting sun’s rays lighting them into bright shades of red. The
contours of the clouds gave variation to their shades.  It was truly beautiful.
Now that the elixir of battle was over and adrenaline had run its course in her
body, Daenerys Targaryen was exhausted.  Her legs extended out and her hands
folded beneath her head.  She felt a calmness coming over her.
She had achieved a great victory.  She mentally scolded herself.  She along
with her companions had achieved a great victory.  She would have surely died
without their support.
She turned her head and watched Barristan Selmy snoozing, his back to a tall
pine tree.  He had been a whirlwind of death.  She again felt so fortunate to
have him constantly at her side in battle.  Not only the strength of arm but
his gentle wisdom helped guide her course.
Daenerys looked around and sighed.  She had seen Bran on Hodor along with Jojen
climbing up the hill of the Tree of Life during the battle.  She knew
instinctively that they had reached their goal. The Ice King would again be
bound to the Earth that gave him his unnatural second vile birth.
She remembered how their enemies had died.  The undead died silently, but the
Ice Wrights gave off delightful screams as they perished.
Dany felt no remorse in their passing.  No shades of grey existed within the
vile creatures.  They were evil, plain and simple.
The man with the flaming spear that did not go out and his elk had disappeared
as soon as the battle was over.
She had walked the battlefield looking at the enemies they all had slain. 
Before Meera had disappeared she too had walked around her kills and found her
precious dragon glass arrows.  They were too valuable to leave lying on the
ground.
Dany had again gone back to her final battle with the Ice King in her mind. 
The Wrights had bubbled and turned to mist as they died; she was not able to
find any trace of her fallen enemy.  She had felt that her dragon was killing
them. 
Her plan had worked exactly as she had hoped.  While the Ice King and its demon
baby were engaged with her, Viserion had attacked them unawares.  They deserved
to be burned and crushed into the cold Earth. 
It was a shame they dissipated when death claimed them.  She would have loved
proof and, yes, a trophy of her great victory.
She had felt their pure evil.  They reminded her of the Warlocks and Witches of
Astapor.  They too had deserved their fate.
She wished her gaze could fall upon the fairer Reed sibling Meera, but she knew
it would not.  After the battle had been won and mopping up was occurring with
her dragons hunting down any undead or Ice Wrights left alive with a vengeance,
Daenerys had lost track of them.
Meera and Summer had simply vanished.  She knew that they had gone to join
Jojen and Bran.  Sister to brother and Direwolf to master.  She would miss
them. 
Especially that fierce Reed woman.  She was delightful to the eye, and actually
smaller than her!  When she allowed herself to imagine the woman, she only
instead saw the face of the brown haired woman on the wall of Winterfell.  The
woman that seemed to adore her dragons.  She was not classically beautiful, but
she stirred something in Daenerys.
She again looked up at the clouds turning darker red as the sun moved toward
the horizon.
She would always remember this day and so would the world.  She had achieved a
great a victory.  She could not but help take great pride in it.
She had not only gotten Bran to the Tree of Life as was necessary but she had
single handedly defeated the Ice King.  She had wondered if this was the reason
for Eddard Stark maddening, confusing behavior.
She would send him a personally written letter.  I have taken care of your
problem! She would boast.  A girl had to preen sometimes.  She felt such
elation over conquering the supreme evil within this new land of hers.  She
would go down in history.
She felt her blood pumping hard, and blood lust beginning to simmer.
She rolled over onto her stomach and looked around at her kingdom.  Yes, even
this frozen seeming wasteland was part of her kingdom.  She had at first felt
this land was of no value, but now she felt so differently.  She could feel its
vitality pulsing in her veins.
The land itself had risen up to aid and fight for her!  This land deserved to
be both valued and protected. 
She lifted her feet in the air, swirling.  Her children had flown off after
dispatching the last of their foes.  She had felt them as they found prey, and
were now lazing about recovering their strength.
The flight home would be much more leisurely that than their breakneck flight
into hell.
She felt the blood lust boiling in her veins.  She would have Tyrion procure a
comely woman from a high end brothel for her to find pleasure with.  She longed
to sink her fingers into a woman’s cunt, fucking her hard until she exploded on
her fingers.  After, Daenerys would bury her face into the sloppy, wet cunt and
devour it until the woman was screaming her name as her pussy erupted and
gushed hot sweet nectars into Daenerys starving mouth.
Gods she was getting horny.
The picture of the brown haired lass from Winterfell suddenly appeared in her
mind as it had so often at night recently.  She had found herself masturbating
to womb-rending orgasms imaging this girl in a hot sixty-nine with her, or
clenched in classic scissor fucking in wild abandon.  She decided her fingers
would be enough as she would masturbate to more sweet orgasms thinking of this
plain but captivating wench.  She sensed this young woman, younger than
herself, was a real dynamic force.
Something about the woman was visceral.  Thinking of her naked in her bed had
the Targaryen shifting in arousal.  She rolled her swollen wet pussy into the
hard cold ground as she eyed Barristan to make sure that he was still
slumbering. 
Naw.  It was as cold as a witch’s tit out here.  She would just have to wait.
There was something about that lass though, just the same.  Was she possibly
the youngest daughter of Eddard?  What was her name?  Arya? There was just
something about the girl.  It was like a punch to the stomach. 
Yes.  This woman had made a real impact on her.
***** Winging South *****
                                  Chapter 27
                                 Winging South
                 Sansa / Arya / Ygritte / Arya / Eddard / Arya
Sansa
Sansa felt like she was walking on clouds.  Margaery was with her, and that
made her life complete.  She shivered, remembering Margaery surprising her and
making such sweet love to her.  They had fucked all night long with so many
nearly spine-shattering orgasms. 
Sansa unconsciously licked her lips.  She remembered Margaery cumming so hard
in her mouth and the sweet nectars gushing out her spasming pussy and filling
her mouth with divine pussy juice.  Life indeed was perfect.
Her father and even her mother had welcomed her lover with open arms.  Her
father’s actions did not surprise her, but her mother clucking and cooing over
Margaery was a pleasant surprise.  Margaery was attentive and so helpful,
comforting her mother with a Tyrell home remedy for morning sickness that had
eased her mother’s discomfort immeasurably. With her mother, it soon became
‘Margaery this’ and ‘Margaery that’. Her mother even went so far as to impress
upon Sansa that she had better be good to her future wife.
She turned to look at the object of her affection across from her in the royal
bath. She had let it been known that she and Margaery would be washing and
grooming in the early morning for several hours after an even earlier
breakfast.  The royal bath was theirs.  This would give Sansa time for her to
indulge in some sweet carnal play time with Margaery and still be in the first
round of war council meetings.
They had fucked exuberantly for an hour making each other scream again and
again.  Only then did they wash each other’s bodies and hair.
The sex they’d had had was both intense and so satisfying.  Sansa’s pussy was
still tingling, and her nipples still pulsing from her orgasms.  Her body had
never felt so alive.  Margaery’s form was flushed and oh so beautiful; her
brown nipples semi-erect, making Sansa’s mouth dry with want.  Margaery hot
body always had that effect on Sansa.
They got out and dried their own bodies.  They wanted desperately to make love
again in the bath but time was beginning to run short.  They sat on the benches
lining the wall before expensive mirrors that had been installed on one wall. 
Margaery moved to sit behind her on the main bench.  They were both nude. 
Marygaery started to work Sansa’s long auburn tresses.  She had washed the long
tresses in the royal bath massaging her lover’s scalp.  That had led to heated
fucking and two more orgasms for each.  After their latest round of lovemaking,
Margaery rinsed Sansa’s hair and worked out the major hair knots and twists. 
She then towel dried her lover’s hair and used her fingers to work the hair
freeing tangles.  Then she lovingly comped Sansa’s hair.  She got her sweet
Stark’s hair completely untangled.  Then she brushed out the flowing wavy
auburn hair till it gleamed.   
Sansa gasped as she felt Margaery’s lips on her neck.  Margaery started to
nibble and lick her throat sensually.  She felt Margaery press her body into
Sansa’s back.  Margaery’s nipples hard again and her now wet pussy pushed into
Sansa’s ass.  Sansa moaned in hot raw need. Sansa decided she had time for more
lovemaking after all.
Margaery put the comb down and her hands came up and cupped Sansa’s cone shaped
tits and started to massage them.  Margaery rolled and squeezed hard on Sansa’s
firm tits.  Margaery’s palms rasped and scraped over Sansa’s long thick nipples
stunning the redhead with ecstasy.  Her fingers squeezing long engorged teats
between the side of her thumbs and her index fingers.  Sansa pushed back into
Margaery and gagged in raw pleasure when Margaery sucked in a mouthful of her
throat and gnawed on her throat bruising it.  Sansa cried out in pained
ecstasy.  Sansa felt her cunt gush out hot fuck nectars.  Her thighs and mound
glistening with fuck juice.
She whimpered feeling Margaery’s right hand slide down her body across her flat
stomach as Sansa leaned back spreading her legs.
“Aawwooggggg!” Sansa cried out feeling two finger slip in deep up into her
recently fucked cunt.  She started to instinctively hump her pussy into the
fingers pumping in and out her pussy so deep.  The Stark teenager whimpered
feeling her lover’s long fingers sliding in and out her buttery cum filled
cunt.  The long digits plunging deep up into her belly. 
Sansa’s cunt spasmed and gripped hard on the fingers fucking her pussy deep. 
Margaery’s left hand pulled on her nipples squeezing them.  Margaery’s hand
moved back and forth squeezing and pulling hard on Sansa’s rigid nipples.  Each
hard squeeze on Sansa’s nipples sent fiery arrows of ecstasy to her swollen
throbbing clit.
Sansa was in heaven.  Margaery’s left hand went down to her pussy and started
to rub and circle her clit while her other hand now pumped her fingers harder
and faster in and out Sansa’s drooling quim.  Margaery’s fingers slicked with
creamy cum and pumping fast now.   The Tyrell’s bent thumb hammering into
Sansa’s swollen muff and clit.
Sansa’s hands came up and cupped her breast squeezing them as her long fingers
and thumb found her nipples and squeezed them pulling on her teats.
“Cum for me Sansa … cum for me hard baby—let me feel your cunt spasming on my
pumping fingers baby!” Margaery husked into the ear she was nibbling and
licking.
Sansa felt the tension again forming in her belly and her face, throat and
upper chest flushed pink and her breast swelled and nipples went diamond hard.
Sansa felt her cunt suddenly convulse and rupture.  “AAARRUUUNNGGGGGGGGG! 
HHNNNGGGGGNNNNNNN!” Sansa screamed her body flipping forward and slamming back
into her lover again and again as sweet hammering ecstasy filled her body.  Her
hands jammed forward her palms grinding into her shrieking pulsing nipples as
Margaery hammered her cunt and jerked her clit with fast rubbing fingers. 
“Awwoogggggg! Hhnngg hhnngggg Ffffffuuucckkkkkkkkk! Unngghhiiieeeeeeeee!
Mmmnnggghhiieeeee!” Sansa wailed as her body weakened with dying convulsions of
searing bliss.
Thirty minutes later they emerged from the steamy bath feeling refreshed and
ready to meet the day.
They returned to Sansa’s quarters, which they were currently sharing.  Sansa
snickered at how simple it was to bring Margaery into her room.  Weren’t they
just two teenage girls sharing a bed, innocent as young ladies were?  All the
nobles thought their girlish tendencies were cute.  Sansa wondered what they
would think if they had come in the night before while they were sixty-nining,
rolling around on her bed devouring each other’s sloppy wet quims.
As had become the norm, Sansa went over what they would cover in the meetings
for the day with her lover.  Margaery was her equal in intelligence and had
great insight into difficult problems. She longed to bring her into the
meetings as well, but Margaery demurred.  She told Sansa to not think with her
cunt.  She had just arrived in Winterfell, and would be considered an
interloper.  Plus, she reminded Sansa she, was only a woman in the conservative
north. 
Sansa started to get hot but Margaery put her finger on her lips.  “We have to
work in the world we live in Sansa.”  Sansa accepted it, but did not like it. 
She wondered how to get the North to accept her lover - she wanted Margaery at
her side.
Once Sansa arrived at the meeting hall, they had started with the now routine
preparations for the upcoming war.  The houses and nobles had their
conscriptions trained and ready to move out now.  The last crops had been
harvested and put away.  Beef was being slaughtered and being pickled or jerked
for the upcoming winter.
The North was prepared to go to war, and Sansa felt like they would be able to
handle the South when it marched.  Her father getting Olenna to give him her
two grandchildren had been a master stroke of genius. The ‘hostages’ would hold
back the wrath of Daenerys if she felt enraged and vengeful when her father
called his banners and openly declared himself.
The Wall was as prepared as it could be with her brother Jon running it. The
Starks again were there when the realm needed them. 
The Constituency of Houses in the far North were remaining in place while the
forces in lands further South were slowly pivoting North.  Supplies were being
sent North to the Wall to feed, clothe and arm the forces that would be joining
the Night’s Watch within a few months.
When the meetings ended, Eddard called for Sansa and Robb to stay behind.  He
looked a little nervous, which was strange coming from their father.
He looked at Sansa.  “It’s time, Sansa. We need to send our little wild wolf
South.  It is time for Arya to meet with the Queen.”
Robb whistled through his teeth, and Sansa felt a thrill go through her. They
were sending Arya south into the maw of the Dragon.  Her first thought was that
Daenerys Targaryen would not know what hit her, but then reality struck Sansa. 
The three of them were as sure as any player of the Game of Thrones could be,
but in this game the future was always uncertain.
No matter how one thought of it or put a positive spin on events, it was still
danger they were sending her little sister into.  Arya may hunger for that
danger herself, but it was Sansa’s idea that was sending her headlong into it.
“I will be giving her a scroll to give the Queen. Will you do the honor of
telling Arya that she leaves in the morning, Sansa?” Eddard asked with his
soft, squinty smile.
“Yes father, I would be happy and honored to tell my little sister the news. 
She will be so excited.”
Robb came up to her as Eddard left and gripped her shoulder.  “I can’t wait to
see the Queen wrapped around Arya’s finger.  I am thinking we could have a
triple wedding in the Godswood,” he said nervously.
Sansa thought only for a moment. “What a great idea!”  She just knew Margaery
would be excited too.
A lift in her step, she strolled out to the practice yard.  Sure enough, Arya
was there shooting her arrows at a pin cushioned target,  each one hitting the
small center ring side by side, with a few partially split from multiple hits
in the tight grouping.
“Arya … can I have a moment of your time?” She asked
Arya put down her bow and came over to her.
Sansa had thought to tease her sister with the information to draw it out, but
decided that would demean the importance of this particular mission.
“Tomorrow you will be going South to the Queen, Arya.”
Sansa chuckled seeing Arya processing the news for a moment, and then jumping
up and down, pulling Sansa into a hug and whooping.
Sansa silently thanked her father for letting her have this moment with her
precious little sister.
“Yes! Yes! Oh my gods Sansa,” Arya squealed, shaking her sister’s shoulders
maniacally.  “I can’t wait to meet her.” Then in a small voice she asked: “Do
you think she’ll like me Sansa—you’re the beautiful one.”
“Arya Stark, stop that this moment!  You are hot, and any woman can see that! 
She’ll fall for you so hard Arya … she’ll be begging you to be her wife!”
“I.. yes. She will!” Arya suddenly barked, her confidence rekindled.  “Oh gods
I can’t wait for tomorrow morning!”  Arya was still a bundle of excited nerves
as she unstrung her bow. 
Sansa left her sister with a big smile on her face, and returned to her shared
quarters – and to Margaery.
Once back with her love and confidante, the first thing she did was share the
news of Arya going South to meet the Queen.  Margaery had shared her joy. 
Sansa told her lover the only thing she worried about was Arya’s innocence. 
The Queen was an experienced woman, according to all Sansa had read in her
reports.  Would she find Arya too provincial and too inexperienced?  Would she
find her sister to be the unique, wonderful woman she was?  She gnawed her
lower lip with the fear she had not expressed in front of Arya.
Margaery had chuckled.  “Sansa … I think Daenerys will fall for Arya so hard.
My grandmother thinks she needs a warrior woman that has not been hardened or
become bitter … that still has that touch of innocence to her.  She offered me
up, knowing that the Queen would only select me if no such woman appeared.  Now
she will.  Arya will sweep the Queen off her feet - mark my words, Sansa.”
Margaery’s full support for her sister made Sansa’s blood flow hot and her
pussy moist. She had wanted to make love right then, but Margaery wanted to
first go over what had occurred in today’s meetings.
Sansa smiled at her lover.  She would have wanted to know exactly what was
going on in any meetings Margaery attended without her as well.  They were so
much alike. 
Sansa mused with Margaery on how to get the Constituencies of the South to
accept the truth when the time came to reveal it. Why should anyone believe
them?  No one aside from the North truly believed.  House Tully and the Vale
only half believed but the felt the need to support Eddard fully.  They felt
Wall was worth fighting for if only to keep the Wildlings pinned to the North
of the Wall.
Sansa loved the intelligence in Margaery’s eyes when she mulled over a problem.
The same spark was there when Sansa had told Margaery of Jon and his wives. 
Eddard had only told her and Robb of the twist of events at the Wall, they had
to keep secret the attempted assassination to keep the lords from demanding
justice.  But Sansa could never keep anything from Margaery.
Margaery had known of the priests from Asshai and their worship of R’hllor. 
Her grandmother had dealings with one in her youth and had made a study of
them. She told Sansa that these priests and priestesses had great power.  She
described how they could supposedly create horrible monsters from shadows to
appear out of nowhere and disappear unseen, even if right in front of you.
Sansa looked up at Margaery when she heard her lover’s voice trail off.  She
had a distant, thoughtful look on her face.
“You have told me Sansa, how you and your father and brother have wondered how
Jon knows so much about the Ice King … it’s his wives.  They are spying somehow
on the Ice King unobserved.  I can’t prove, but I can feel it.  I just wonder
how they do it...
“What we need to do is get Melisandre and Ygritte to meet the leaders at
someplace they must gather.” Margaery paused to look at the map Sansa kept on
her table of the territory of the North. “Hhhmmmm I would say at the Frey’s
castle … no, it is not on the main route north … Yes. Moat Cailin is the
spot—it’s a choke point.
“We will meet the Queen’s forces there and get these Shadowbenders to show the
high lords the truth.  Then we can move north in unison to meet and defeat the
Ice King.”
Sansa felt her heart beating harder in her chest.  Margaery was totally
declaring herself as hers with her insights; looking at events as a person of
the North and not from Highgarden.  The Ice King was now her personal problem,
too.
Sansa’s love for Margaery grew even hotter.  Margaery was born just for her,
Sansa’s heart told her. 
Margaery looked up and saw the look on Sansa’s face and a brilliant smile
appeared on her face reflecting the love that Sansa knew was on her face.
“You are brilliant Margaery!” Sansa gushed.
Margaery preened beautifully in response. She tilted her neck, exposing it to
Sansa. Sansa’s mouth watered in response.
At dinner in the main hall, Sansa would tell her father the great idea that
Margaery had come up with.  Margaery, with her knowledge and cunning, had
figured out a way to bring the South into the fold.  This might be the final
element to bring Westeros together as a whole to fight the Ice King.
Sansa stepped up to Margaery and gripped her smaller lover by the shoulders,
then slowly pushed her back into one of the chairs near the hearth. Margaery
looked up at her with limpid, burning eyes.
“Pull your dress up, Margaery.” Sansa spoke with quiet command as she got on
her knees before her lover.
“Pull your silk undergarments to the side … that’s right—show me that pretty
pussy… you’re so wet for me, baby,” Sansa moaned, lowering her face to her
lover’s pussy.
Arya
Arya had had a hard time getting any sleep.  She was awake and up before the
birds even had started to sing for the dawn, full of restless energy.  Since
went to her window and threw it open and savored the clean pure air.  She
breathed in deep.  It would be a long time before she slept in this room again.
Arya quickly dressed in her traveling clothes.  She and four bannermen were
going to be riding south incognito.  They would be traveling fast, paralleling
the King’s Road and only crossing over it to stay at an inn every so often. 
Her father had arranged to have fresh horses provided at stopping points all
the way down to the Greywater Watch, crossing the territory of the Reeds.  They
would meet their representatives at the edge of the marshlands, who would then
take them to the Seat of the Reeds.
She would lose a day traveling through the marsh, but would make it up
traveling down the Green Fork River.  House Tully had arranged to have a river
galley ready for her.  They would sail down the Green Fork through the Twins,
down to the Crossroads Inn and then get back on the King’s Road for the final
leg of the journey.
Arya looked at the rain clouds.  It had been raining steadily, and would make
river travel even faster.  She was anxious to start off. 
She ate a quick meal, then returned to her room to gather her weapons.  She had
her bow and her bastard sword, along with her precious Needle.  She had spent
an hour sharpening her swords to razor sharpness.  She was going south to
become the warrior she was born to be.  She would take Daenerys Targaryen as
her wife as she had dreamed of for almost five years. 
Nymeria was ready to set out with her.  The wolf was sitting down looking at
her expectantly her long tongue lulled out as she panted.  Her intelligent wolf
was avid for adventure too Arya knew.  They would have many grand adventures in
the Queen’s service Arya thought.
Arya knelt before her mighty Direwolf.  She rubbed Nym behind her ears liked
she liked it.  She rubbed her cheek along her wolf’s face as the dog woofed
softly.  “Nymeria, I want you to range before us.  You can’t be seen by anyone
while we are on the main road.”
“I am having to move in stealth.  In the North, all know of the great Nymeria. 
I would be given away.”  The wolf looked at her with a look that said “you are
right all know of my greatness.”  Arya scratched behind Nymeria’s ears and the
wolf’s tongue lolled out, her yellow eyes staring at her master.  The clever
wolf woofed and pushed into the fingers scratching her so delightfully.
“You need to keep out of sight until we make camp at night out in the wilds. 
You must run with your cousins.”  The wolf looked pleased at that.  “You can be
with me in the open again when we reach the land of the Crannogmen, and then
ride the boat with us down the Green Fork. You understand?”
“Whoofff!”  Arya again was so thankful that Jon had found them their direwolves
so many years ago.  She hoped that Jon was well at the Wall.  She missed his
gentle presence.  It had only been Jon that truly understood Arya and freely
accepted her wild free spirit.
“Good girl.”
She went down the stairs and out to the main yard.  There she met the four men
she would be travelling with.  She laughed and joked with them, building some
rapport for the trip ahead. Everyone quieted when Eddard walked out to meet
them.  He shook each man’s hand, and pulled them in for a quick hug. He
reminded them of the gravity of the mission, and to protect his daughter.  The
men all assured Eddard Stark that Arya would be safe in their care.
Her father came to her last and hugged her hard, ruffling her hair.  He pulled
back and looked closely at his daughter.  He seemed to be satisfied with what
he saw in his daughter’s eyes.  He gave her the scroll closed with his seal,
and told Arya that she was deliver it the moment she arrived at King’s
Landing.  The message was most important.  She was to only give it to the
Queen.  It had to be given directly to the her.
Arya told her father solemnly that he could trust her to fulfill her duty to
both him and Throne.
“I know you will, Arya.  Go and find your destiny, my daughter.”  He again
clapped his daughter on the back.  “You will not fail me or the Queen Arya. 
You have my full faith and trust.  The old gods are with you Arya.”
Arya swelled up at that.
She strode toward her horse, and saw that Sansa and Margaery were standing
beside it. They were standing close, but not holding hands.  Arya hated that
they could not openly show their love for each other.  She had seen them in the
privacy of the royal chambers holding hands with interlocked fingers, and knew
it was what they wanted. It was what she wanted.
She could see herself and Daenerys walking such.  The Queen would make it that
same-sex couples could openly show their love.  She felt it.  The Queen would
never hide her away.
Sansa looked at her with mirth in her eyes.  They both teased her about being
so anxious to get off and begin her journey to meet the Queen.  Arya could only
smile and shuffle her feet.  She knew her desire to be off was almost
palatable.  She was sure it was written all over her face. 
Arya enjoyed how she and Sansa finally seemed to be able to communicate with
each other as adults now.  Finding out her sister was gay too had allowed them
to bond.  She was truly coming to like her sister.  She had once thought such a
thing was simply impossible.
Margaery came to the fore.  She got before Arya and placed her hands on Arya’s
shoulders. She locked eyes with Arya.  Arya gave Margaery her full attention.
“You are a virgin Arya.”
Arya looked away.
“Look at me, Arya” Margaery asked in a gentle tone.
“Margaery is not demeaning you Arya.  Daenerys Targaryen will cherish the gift
you will give her little sister.”
Arya considered that and smiled.  Sansa and Margaery loved her and were trying
to give her heartfelt advice.  She gave Margaery her full attention.  She was
not disappointed.
“Remember, first suck her clit slow and deep , then suck on it with harsh, fast
sucks as you flutter your tongue over it, and then lap, still sucking hard so
you can tongue lash the Queen clit’s with the flat of your tongue.  Back and
forth and vary length and force of your tongue work and sucks.  But use lots of
fluttering tongue.  Not many woman use that technique.  It will blow the
Queen’s mind away I assure you.” 
“I want you to do lots of tongue lapping with your head working up and down. 
When you work a woman’s clit it is all about friction, rasping sensations and
pressure.  When you do that, push your tongue down hard into her clit so you
can rasp it with the length of your tongue as you lick it.  Just keep licking
and sucking hard - she’ll die from it.” Margaery told Arya soberly.
Arya knew her eyes were large hearing all this sweet information.  She would
make the Queen hers.  She so wanted to suck Daenerys Targaryen off.  Again and
again!  She had seen women fuck warging through Nymeria but hearing what to do
with a woman’s pussy in your mouth was vital information.  It would help her
rock her Queen’s world.
She would be an innocent true but with Margaery’s advice she would blow
Daenerys mind.  Arya was feeling more confident.
“Also one more thing.  Don’t use this one all the time.  Keep it special but
use it the first time to blow her mind.  Press in on her belly hard just above
her clitoral hood.  Hard Arya.  It puts pressure on all the sweet spots in a
woman’s belly.  It will make a dying orgasm rekindle and a strong one explode. 
Got that?”
Sansa couldn’t help but laugh when Arya’s face went beet red.  She looked like
she had been poleaxed.
Arya was terribly embarrassed, but she memorized the important tidbits of
information.  She was in debt to her sister and lover.  She so longed to make
Daenerys Targaryen totally hers and this information would help her so much. 
She would sweep the Queen off her feet.  She could just feel it.  She would
make the Queen’s hers from their first meeting.
Arya went up to her sister and her lover.  They each hugged her tight, and told
her to be careful.  Arya felt tears in her eyes and sniffled to hold them in. 
Sansa did not fight it and the tears rolled down her cheeks.  Margaery looped
her arm around Sansa’s waist not caring who might see.  She needed to comfort
her woman.
Arya mounted her horse and without further delay her and her men rode out of
the gates of Winterfell at a gallop to the blare of war horns echoing off the
landscape.  She looked back at the gate.  Her father, sister and Margaery were
there.  They waved to her as she rode off.  She returned their waves of
parting.  She then turned around and traveled down the King’s Road and moved
towards her destiny that awaited her in King’s Landing.
Arya felt exhilarated.  Nymeria felt it too, setting off at a fast run and soon
disappearing into the woods.  The wolf was going to enjoy her time in the
wilds.
Once the castle was out of sight for an hour they moved off the road and kept
to the tree line.  They did not want to be seen and recognized on the King’s
Road.  One never knew what spies may be on the road.  This close to Winterfell
they might easily identified.
Two hours later the horses were at a steady walk between gallops for rest.  She
saw on the horizon three dots flying high, but below the high scudding clouds. 
The Queen’s dragons were flying in a straight line. The times before when the
dragons appeared, they seemed to lull across the sky with no particular urgency
or clear direction.
Not today.
The dragons were flying at an amazing speed.  She could tell by the way they
were working their wings even more speed was capable from them, should it be
required.  She waved her arms trying to catch their attention, but the dragons
moved straight north with purpose.  It wasn’t long before the horizon had
swallowed them up.
Arya deflated a little.  She loved dragons and she was sure that her future
wife had to have been on the huge black one - a big dragon for a tall, mighty
warrior.
Arya deflated further when the clouds lowered and a heavy rain began to fall. 
Even with her long rain cloak she was soon soaked.  Her feet became quite
uncomfortable in her boots, and her respect for her father and brother rose
even higher.  To willingly spend time in this kind of weather when it was
demanded – it was teaching her that being warrior was not all battles and
glory.  She felt like a drowned rat.
Her wet clothes clung to her body.  The wet fabric drawing her heat from her
body.  She shivered.  She moved on.  Her feet feeling wet and miserable as
water wicked into her boots.  She knew she would have to keep her feet clean
and get her boots off at night to keep fungus off her feet.
For the first day the rain would pause every so often, but from the second day
onward it was a steady and heavy.  They kept off the road by day and traveled
the local tracks and animal paths that paralleled the King’s Road.  They headed
back towards the road to an inn they had marked out on their map for the trip
south.  On the third night no inn was available, so they camped underneath a
small strand of trees that only partially shielded them from the rain.
They had difficulty in getting a fire going but her men succeeded.  The fire
gave off little heat.
Nymeria came loping into the camp and flopped down, curling around Arya’s feet
in her lean-to. The wolf’s body heat felt heavenly on Arya’s cold extremities. 
Arya felt a little bad for her traveling partners but only a little.  Having a
Direwolf as your trusted friend had its advantages.
The next morning Nymeria licked her master’s face in the predawn light to rouse
her, then was off to join the wolves she was meeting along the way.  The nights
they stayed at inns on the road Arya could hear the howl of wolves off in the
distance.  She knew Nymeria would be running with her cousins.
Several times Arya warged into Nymeria’s body while she was warm and dry in an
inn’s bed.  She had always enjoyed warging into Nymeria when she was on a hunt
or running with her distant wolf cousins.  Arya saw how all wolves, female and
male, bowed before Nymeria’s sheer power.  It was the same way Arya pictured
both men and women bowing before Daenerys - she commanded that kind of respect.
As Nymeria towered over all other wolves her Queen’s tall stature made her
tower over her subjects.  Arya would love taming the towering Dragon.  She
would use her warrior skills and wily wiles to seduce the Queen into her bed. 
She would figure out the height difference when the time came.
On the twelfth night out from Winterfell they stopped at another inn.  They
were now some distance from Arya’s home and the chance of being spotted was
lessening each day.  Much of the traffic on the King’s Road were merchants and
farmers who kept very close to their farms. 
The northern crew rented a large room at the top of the stairs with a warm
fireplace.  They put on a change of clothes and put their traveling clothes out
to dry before the hearth, reveling in the warmth.  The men changed first and
left for their meal.  Then Arya changed.  They had pulled off all the Stark
sigils and dressed in plain traveling shirts, trousers and cloaks with the
hoods pushed back.
Arya went back down the stairwell to the common room.  It was a modest sized
room with ten rectangular tables.  The tables were able to six people on each
side.  They were made of roughhewn timbers that had been shaved smooth.  The
room had two large fireplaces with large fires burning providing warm and
light.  From the logs supporting the ceiling and for the floor of the second
story hung lanterns that had four candles each burning.
A smoky patina hung near the ceiling providing the aroma of pine and charcoal. 
Two doors with swinging hinges on the North wall gave entrance to the kitchen
and storage rooms.  The door to the outside was large and had cross braces to
put timbers in to keep the door closed and safe at night.
The common room was filled with local folk and travelers.  Several pretty,
buxom women were waiting on them and serving the customers when a group of
young men came in and took a table near the back.  Arya and her men were
sitting at a table near the center of the room, enjoying a quiet meal.  She had
her hair tied in a tight braid down her back, beneath her shirt. 
Arya eyed the young women.  They were quite comely and Arya loved how the three
women wore tight tops that showed off their bosom.  She was definitely a tit
woman.  Not having big beast did that to a woman.  She loved seeing their
creamy cleavage.  She smiled where her thoughts were going.
The young woman waiting on them started flirting with her and Culler Reyne. 
The buxom brunette seemed to prefer the clean shaven look, as the other three
men had full beards and short hair.  She did a double take when she realized
that Arya was a woman, but she still flirted with her which both pleased and
flustered the Stark.
The woman went to take care of the table at the back of the Inn where the young
men had gathered.  They had ordered a few ales and were feeling quite good and
rowdy.  Soon Arya heard the woman saying loudly, “Let go of me, you’re hurting
me!”
“Come on Kaela, you know you want it … you didn’t say ‘no’ last week.”
“That was then, this is now … you’re drunk and you’re hurting me!”
Arya had turned around, feeling her anger boiling.  She started to get up and
Culler put his hand on her arm. “This is not our place, girl,” he said, not
using her name.
Colton, the leading Northern bannerman, stood up.  “Lets go over there …
Enith,” he said, looking at Arya, “and see if we can be of assistance.”  Colton
was six foot two of pure muscle.  Arya stalked over with Colton to the table
and the struggling Kaela.
“Let her go … it’s obvious she doesn’t want your advances.” Arya told them, as
the man gripped Kaela’s arm painfully. 
“Fuck off you twerp … hah—you’re a girl!  Maybe you want to join us.”
“I said let her go!”
The man gripped the girl harder as Kaela moaned in pain.
Arya’s hand flashed out and grabbed the hand gripping Kaela’s arm and twisted
it back, pulling his thumb and the web of his hand over and backward.
“Unnggrrrrrr!” the man squalled, falling to his knees, his body twisting as he
tried to get the painful grip on his hand to ease.
Arya eventually released the man,   who surged up and cocked his hand back and
threw a punch at her.  She easily ducked to the side.  He went to throw another
punch and his head snapped back with two right jabs and then a left cross
smashed into his nose. Blood sprayed everywhere.
“Aaarrgggggg!” the main squealed in pain, his hands covering his nose as blood
welled between his fingers.  “The bitch broke my nose! The bitch broke my
nose!” 
The man to his left started to get up but Colton’s fist hit him straight on and
he flew into the wall behind him and slumped down.  Another man surged up and
Arya gripped his shirt in both hands, jerking him forward and up as her
forehead snapped down in a vicious head butt that rendered him unconscious.
By now three other Northmen had come up behind “Enith”.
“I suggest you all leave now, or I and my four brothers will have to finish
kicking your asses,” she snarled.
The men left with sullen glances and muttered curses.  The owner of the inn
told them to not come back for two weeks and to see if they could learn some
manners while they were gone.
After the brawl, Kaela was most attentive to Arya offering her free drinks and
food.  The owner came to Arya when Kaela was off in the kitchen and patted her
shoulder. “Tonight’s your lucky night lass … Kaela will be wanting to bed you!”
he said, and left with a wink.
Her tablemates laughed and ribbed Arya about the ‘night of passion’ that Kaela
had planned for her.  Arya’s face remained red through it all, sure that
everyone was teasing her.  Then she thought for a few moments of her lack of
experience and Margaery’s advice.  Would the Queen find her wanting in the
bedroom…?
Even if she did, Arya really wasn’t tempted.  She wanted her first time to be
with Daenerys.  She wanted to lose her virginity with the Dragon Queen.  She
may have been childish in her desires, but she couldn’t help her feelings.  She
had not even met the woman and she was hopelessly in love with her.
She was tired and told her traveling companions she was going to bed.  She was
surprised when none offered to escort her.  At the previous inns at least one
had stayed close at all times to protect her, even though she didn’t need it. 
Arya’s chest puffed out.  She had proven her metal to her traveling
companions.  She had shown them that she was a Direwolf!  They had seen her
practice on the practice fields but she had proven her worth in real life. 
Yes, she was a Direwolf ready to meet any challenge!
She went upstairs and got out of her clothes and underneath the covers in the
bed. She had one to herself, the other four had to share two more between them.
She was just starting to drift to sleep when the door opened.  She was shocked
into alertness when a body got into her bed and pressed against her, definitely
female and was undoubtedly naked.  It was filled soft curves and warmth.
A mouth found her ear “I’m going to fuck you so good Enith … I’m going to suck
on your clit till you scream and cum so hard in my mouth!  We will fuck the
night away my sweet benefactor.  I will ride my plump pussy in your mouth and
cum wailing as my cunt fills yours mouth and stomach with my hot creamy cum!”
the familiar buxom brunette purred.
Arya was like a cat the way she jumped out of the bed.  Her guest sat up, her
nude body so beautiful in the faint light of the low burning fire in the
hearth.  She felt Kaela watching her as she hopped around, putting on her
clothes haphazardly.
Her shirt on inside out, Arya sputtered to the beautiful woman that she was
sorry but she had to leave because, well, she just had to.  Kaela watched Arya
as she fell onto her ass trying to put her right boot on.
Kaela must have clued in to Arya’s inexperience. “It’s alright that you’re a
virgin!  I will be gentle … let me blow your mind Enith—no one knows how to
make a woman cum like another woman can—I’ll make you scream all night baby! 
I’ll suck your cunny so good!  I’ll make your pussy explode in my mouth.  I’ll
lick and tongue fuck your asshole as I finger fuck you cunt soooooo good and
make you cum again and again!”
Arya spluttered.  She needed to save herself for her so tall Queen.
“Let me teach you Enith!  I will show you the heavens of lesbian pleasure!”
Arya became wild-eyed as she grabbed her rain cloak and ran out of the room in
a rush.  Gods she was so flustered!  She had to save herself for Daenerys!
Kaela was left sitting in an empty room, her naked breasts rising and falling
with her increased breathing as she looked out the still-open door.  Her pussy
was swollen and sopping wet and her nipples rock hard and aching to be sucked. 
“Well shit!”
Ygritte
The flames were blazing in the hearth, Ygritte and Melisandre lay on their
sides enfolding each other in their arms and twined legs.  They had fucked
heatedly for several hours to give them the strength and love they needed to
make yet another visit to the lands of ice and death.
She and her wife up in the far north in their spirit form, and settled into the
sabrecat again.  They had emerged within animal with its wet pelt, covered in
filth.  They shambled into the camp of the Ice King, their eyes ablaze with
blue light, their steps unsure and halting.  They slowly walked by the throne
with the Horn of Winter looped over a spire.  As long as that horn was there
then the Ice King was still not ready to move south towards the Wall.
They slowly moved around the camp, searching for the Ice King.  After thirty
minutes they felt confident that he was off on some mission.  Over the year
they had been spying on the Ice Wight, and they had seen him leave on three
previous occasions. They continued on their walk throughout the camp.  They saw
several large Ice Wights that were passing a cup to the ‘young’ who slurped the
liquid down, their bodies shivering as a sudden growth spurt gripped them. 
Immediately their bodies grew marginally taller and more robust.
After another hour of reconnaissance they shambled back towards the bog.  They
milled around, thirty yards from the Ice Throne.  They eyed the Horn of Winder
with longing, but they could discern the powerful, invisible wards guarding the
Horn.  The Shadowbenders could feel the stink of the Croyel on the magic spells
protecting it.  They may be able to breach the wards, but that would leave them
open to both attack and death.  This was not an option.  They returned their
borrowed body back to the bog again, reuniting it with its long dead brother.
They struggled back to consciousness in their room and bed.  They turned to lay
on their sides looking at each other with soft eyes.  They had seen horrors but
were slowly recovering.  Melisandre pulled Ygritte to her and kissed her deeply
as the woman with sun kissed hair moaned deep in her chest.  Melisandre knew
how to put the horrors behind them.
Ygritte cried out into Melisandre’s mouth when her wife slowly slide two
fingers deep into her snatch that was already wet.  The tall woman from Asshai
slowly pumped her fingers in out her wife’s now greasy fuck hole.  They broke
their kiss gasping and Melisandre gagged out in helpless pleasure feeling
Ygritte slide first one, then two and quickly a third finger into her snatch. 
They finger fucked each other’s cunt with hard pumping hands slamming fingers
in hard and deep.  Their cunts making watery noises of being well fucked.  They
looked deeply into each other’s eyes.  Their in sync bodies rose up in hot
spasms of raw need.  Their bodies soaked in sweat that ran down their bodies
and faces.  Their yes locked they watched each other fall off the precipice of
ecstasy at the same moment.
Then they could not focus on each other as their body bucked and convulsed
wildly.  Their hot cunts clamped and clenched on the fingers pounding their
exploding quims that soaked their hands, groins, bellies and legs in hot gushes
of cum.  They screamed and screamed in shocking bliss.  Their pleasure so
intense it was almost agonizing as their pussies felt like they were trying to
tear themselves inside out with hot convulsions ripping through their cunts.
They sobbed in spent pleasure and love and kissed deeply pulling sweat soaked
bodies tight and enjoying their bodies shared warmth.  They tiredly crawled out
of their sweat and cum soaked bed.  They went to the sofa by the fire.  They
sat on the cushioned bench.  They hugged and kissed sweetly enjoying life and
love.  They whispered and murmured words of endearment. 
They were so in love along with their husband Jon.  They had the perfect
equilateral triangle.  Their love in perfect balance.
The tall redhead grabbed a few logs and threw them into the fire to keep it
burning strong.
“You can feel it too, can’t you love?”
“Yes.  Strong forces are at work far to the north.”
Melisandre came and sat back down beside her wife, pulling the woman who was
kissed by the sun into her side.  They both snuggled into each other, enjoying
warmth and companionship.
For twenty minutes they watched in silence only broken with Melisandre throwing
in a few more logs.  They could feel something in the air - something big was
about to happen.  They waited.
Suddenly, both women’s relaxed bodies snapped to attention.  They could see
birds flying in a cyclone.  A black dragon diving at break neck speed.  A man
buried in the Earth, the roots of a tree burrowing into his flesh.  They saw
the Wall exploding into blue light and great hidden magic flaring to life. 
They saw a frozen man.  They saw teenagers digging into the earth.  They saw
dead animals pecked to shreds by the wildly attacking birds.
Anger, triumph and pain burst through their bodies, one emotion chasing the
next.  They felt the sting of both ice and heat.  Birds were pecking their
bodies from their hair to their feet, and screams of pain and anger filled
their minds.
Swords slashed and parried.  They saw warriors with white hair fighting with
dragons.  The dragons hopping and shooting out long tongues of fire.
The two Shadowbenders gripped each other.  Elk, birds, Direwolves and dragons
were in a confusion of fighting and retreating.  They caught glimpses of the
Ice King and Croyel.
It was a long time before the images faded.
The women were left drained.  There was no doubt - something had happened.
They focused and felt the Ice King and his vile son.  They were not sure
exactly what they had witnessed - so many visions and players were in the
flames.
They were sure that when they saw the Ice King, there had been a battle.  It
must have been with the Queen… but how?  The land was not perpetually dark; the
fight had been on a hill with an enormous Weirwood tree.   The fight had been
over the tree.  What was the tree?  What was so important about it?  
The amount of magic used in the fight had been staggering.  The dragons had
been enraged as they fought.
The Shadowbenders were not used to this kind of combat.  Their fights were
usually in the shadows, and more one-on-one.  They were stunned at sheer force
and savagery of what they had felt.  They could sense that no quarter had been
asked for or given.
They held and comforted each other.
Finally, they got up and prepared a meal.  They had no need to eat, but their
husband did.  They heated up a thick beef stew.  Ygritte put in pinches of
herbs to add a bite to the hearty food.  They loved making their husband’s
meals special for him; they loved making him happy.  He in turn was always
doing special things his wives liked.
They cut slices of thick black bread and pulled out butter. 
They poured the thick mead that Jon liked with his dinner.
Five minutes later Jon returned home.  He saw the meal and thanked them
profusely for fixing it for him.  They loved how he was so polite and
constantly thanked them for all the things they loved doing for him.
He hugged each wife and kissed them on the lips sweetly.
He sat down at the table and ate heartily.  He asked them what was on their
mind, sensing they had seen some visions in their flames.  He may be Azor Ahai
reborn, but he still had none of his wives’ magical skills or abilities to read
the flames for portents of current events or possible future happenings.
His wives told him clearly and succinctly what they had seen in the enemy’s
camp while morphed into the dead animals they used.  They then told him of
their visions in the flames.  Jon continued to eat slowly, taking in all his
wives told him.  He asked them to repeat a few visions and asked a few
questions.
Jon finished his meal, and settled on the small sofa in the corner of their
abode.  He sat in the middle, his wives sitting down beside him and snuggling
into his strong male body.  They leaned into him, happy and content, feeling
safe with his strong arms around them.
He told them he was sure that the fight had been at the Tree of Life.  It was
the center of the consciousness of the Weirwoods. 
Jon guessed that the teenagers they had seen burying into the hill of the Tree
had been on a mission to the tree.  He proposed that the Ice King was trying to
prevent his.
For some reason the Queen was aiding these teenagers.  That was a positive. 
Anything that opposed the Ice King had to be a positive.
He asked them if they thought the Ice King had been killed or crippled.  Could
the threat have been removed?
Melisandre and Ygritte looked at each other.  No, the Ice King was still
alive.  They would have felt his death.  They had learned his presence, his
feel, and it was still there.
They rested together, watching the fire burn while Jon stoked it, knowing his
wives loved to have the flames burning hot when they were out of bed.
“What do you feel this means my wife and husband?” Ygritte asked.
Melisandre, her usual quiet self, only murmured.
Jon, stroking their hair, could only sigh. “Only time will tell. Only time will
tell, my sweet wives.”
Arya
Arya and her fellow Stark men were making up for lost time. They had lost a
little time moving through the rain swollen swamps, but the Reed guides they
had met above Moat Cailin guided them unerringly through the bogs and quicksand
to the floating island of Greywater Watch.
The Crannogmen had led a swift river frigate from House Tully to the capital of
House Reed as well. They had boarded the ship almost immediately.
The ship had ten oars on each side, and two main masts.  There was a small crew
and thirty armed troops with bows, javelins and swords.  One never knew when
river bandits would strike.
The leader of House Reed, Howland Reed, and his children, were not present,
being off on some unnamed mission. 
Once they had made it to the main channel they made good time.  Arya was happy
to get some shelter out of the rain in the cramped sleeping quarters below
deck.  Nymeria, not minding the deluge, spent a lot of time on deck at the
raised stern looking at the passing shores.  The great wolf had met Arya at the
marge of swampland. 
They passed beneath the Twins and continued down the Green Fork. The rain was
constantly falling, making everything grey and dreary.  Arya was constantly
reminded that adventures and conquest were not all about excitement and the
things that the bards sang about. The bards never mentioned toe rot or rashes
in one’s crotch from being soaked all the time.
She ate meals of beef jerky with hard bread and cheese.  Arya had made sure to
have some sides of beef brought on board and put in the frozen stores lockup
and five thick ox thigh bones for her Direwolf to gnaw on throughout the trip.
They had come far down the Green fork over the course of four days.  They had
tied the river frigate up twice at night.  This was done when the captain told
them they had reached areas were sand bars and twisting channels made it too
dangerous to sail at night with no light from the moon made worse by the low
rain clouds.  When the channel was fairly straight and no sand bars were marked
on the navigation maps of the captain the frigate continued sailing making very
good time as the men oared in shifts to increase the speed of the passage.
Arya climbed up on the deck and looked forward.  The rain clouds had finally
lifted and all that was left was a light drizzle.  She enjoyed the fine mist on
her skin, the way it cooled her.  Nymeria sat at her side, pushing into her.
They sailed into a section of the river that had sweeping turns with wide
beaches.  They came around a bend that narrowed with two massive willow oaks on
both opposing shores.  From the two trees, four thick hawsers had been strung
across the flowing river. 
Arya’s eyes widened as the Captain of the river frigate sounded a small war
horn.  Men came boiling up from below deck in response, weapons in hand.  The
hawsers were thick and strong looking, the first three arrayed at two foot
intervals over the rushing river and the fourth up high enough to slash over
the deck if the boat somehow broke through.
The oars backstroked hard, all of the crew knowing the lines could cause
serious damage if the ship struck them at full speed.  Nymeria began howling,
looking over at the trees.  Arya warged into the direwolf, and with her keen
eyes spotted archers hiding in the trees.
“Archers in the trees!” 
The crew immediately ducked down, the first arrows whistling past ears.
Arya had her weapons by her feet and quickly strung her bow.  She heard a shout
behind her.  She looked back up the river and five large barges were now
pushing off the shore from their hiding place in the reeds.  The barges were
filled with ruffians.  Arya had a good eye for martial men being the daughter
of a Warden.
These men were not soldiers but instead brigands.  They did not have the
matching clothes of true armed unit and what armor they wore was mismatched and
ill fitting.  Arya was not impressed.  Still they would have numbers and
weapons.  Any armor was better than no armor.
She took a deep breath.  She looked within herself.  She was scared but her
father had told her that was a good thing.  “It gives you energy and focus
Arya.  Use that to stay alive.”
Arya warged back into Nymeria and spotted two archers over the left bank.  The
men sitting on massive bows of the trees they were in.  Arya removed an arrow
from her quiver and notched her bow string.  She raised her bow and sighted her
shaft.  She took a deep breath and paused.  Her bow thrummed once.  Quickly
with practiced ease of muscle memory she pulled a second arrow and sighted it. 
Her bow sung true as she released the bowstring by her ear.  The men dropped
from the trees - one to lie lifeless on the ground, the other falling into the
river.
Arya paused, realizing what she had done. She had just killed two men!  They
were trying to kill her!  Killing brigands in self-defense was honorable.
The rails of the ship were now lined with Tully archers.  A few had jumped on
the aft castle where storage and steerage was and were using the elevation to
fire down on the advancing enemy.  Where the brigands had mismatched clothes
all the men on the ship from House Tully were matched in their garb and their
armor.  They were professionals.
Arrows were flying from the barges as they let the current pull them towards
the boat. The bandits had shields while the Tully men used the ship rails and
upper aft cabin for cover.  The rails had cutouts to provide firing ports.  A
Tully man fell dead, an arrow through his throat.  Arya felt her eyes narrow in
rage.  She waited for men to start to move their shields aside to the side to
let their bowmen fire, and her arrows whistled into the brief opening, killing
the bowmen as they loosed their own arrows.
Some of the arrows missed as her body was buffeted by the men beside her and
the shield men closed the gaps seeing arrows flying towards them.
The river frigate thumped into the hawsers and the ship pivoted around with the
current to press against the lines that sagged back, but held.  She fired
arrows up into the trees when she spotted archers up in the limbs.  Nymeria was
running back and forth on deck, anxious to attack her enemies.
“Nymeria stay down!  You’ll get hit by arrows dammit!”
“Arrryyywwoooooooo! Aarrrrryyywwoooooooo!” Nymeria howled in rage.  The wolf
slunk low to the deck by the rail for protection from hated missiles of her
master’s enemies.
The first barges continued approaching the ship.  More archers from the ship
had killed most of the remaining threats in the trees with unerring, skillful
shots at half-hidden targets.  The arrows the ruffians shot towards the frigate
giving away their general hiding position.
Arrows were fired furiously in both directions from the barges and frigate. 
The barges thumped into the ship, and grappling hooks with rope ladders caught
on the rails. Reinforcements appeared on the shore and began firing arrows at
the ship. 
Arya and the men on the ship stayed low.  The barges were the immediate
threat.  Arya wondered about these raiders - attacking a war ship was not very
smart.  A man came up over the edge and immediately fell back with a javelin
thrown though his chest.  More men’s heads started to appear, some right in
front of her.
Wasting no time she picked up her swords.  Nymeria suddenly jumped up, her
mouth snapping shut on a man’s head, his screams cut off as Nymeria’s massive
jaws crushed his skull like an egg. Blood and brain splashed out all over Arya;
she never even felt it.  Nymeria ducked back down, licking her snout.
A hand gripped the rail and her bastard sword swept back and down, chopping it
in half and dropping him back down onto his barge with a ruined hand.  His
screams of agony filled the air.  More men continued forcing themselves onto
the ship, some feathered with arrows and more dead with javelins impaling
torsos.  Several men of the ship’s crew were lying dead with arrows protruding
from them.
A group of brigands made it to the deck, and now the clash of swords could be
heard. 
A shout went up as ropes were tossed from the shore, grappling hooks catching
on the ship.  Men were pulling themselves along the lines toward ship!  How
many are there? Arya wondered.  A man jumped onto the ship in front of her, and
Nymeria lunged at him, backing away as a battle ax barely missed her.
Arya ran by her direwolf.  No one threatened her wolf!  Arya dogged an axe
swing bending low and then lunged up.  She shoved her sword between the man’s
ribs and up through his heart.  Blood poured down her sword and soaked her hand
in his hot red blood.  His eyes went blank as she pulled her sword out again,
and he crumpled. 
A man had snuck up on her from behind but Nymeria had bitten his hip and he
howled in agony.  He gripped his sword with both hands to drive it down through
the Direwolf’s skull.  Arya ran needle through his left eye and out the back of
his head.  The man’s body convulsed wildly his limbs jerking in his death
dance.
She pulled her sword out the jerking dead man and Nymeria spit out his ruined
hip looking for another foe to kill.
More men had gained the deck and some were coming in from the shore too.  Arya
retreated, finding a quiver full of arrows.  She shot several bowmen on the
shore to her left and then feathered two men pulling themselves on the ropes
towards the ship, dropping them into the Green Fork.
Nymeria was corned by two men against the forward mast.  Two arrows shot out
Arya’s bow almost simultaneously and both men dropped down.  One man rose up
with Arya’s arrow jutting out his chest.  Two Tully men hit him at the same
time with arrows to his upper chest and he fell to not move anymore.
Nymeria ran forward and leaped through the air and tore the throat out of one
man and a Tully man split another’s skull in half.
Arya had moved back to get her bow.  She dropped her swords to use her bow.
Two more men pulled themselves over the rail beside Arya.  She swung her bow,
hitting the closest man in the ribs and folding him over.  She used the
momentary distraction to bend down quickly and pick up her swords again.  She
blocked the second man’s clumsy sword strokes and rode her sword up his blade
into his throat, below his Adam’s apple and severing his spine as he crumpled
dead.  She arched her bastard blade down and severed the first man’s spine as
he hacked for breath killing him.
She blocked another man’s downward stroke with her short sword and needle
lunged upward, running into his stomach and up through torso piercing his liver
and jutting out his back.  The man struggled.  She pulled needle down and out
and lunged up again piercing his heart killing the man.  She pulled her blade
out.  The immediate rush had been stopped.
She picked up her bow and shot a man through the neck that had been dueling
with a Tully man near the second mast.  She turned and killed another two men
on the barges.  She looked at bank and traded shots with men on the bank.  She
felled three more men.  She saw another wave of men coming over the rail.  The
Tully men retreated from the rail and sent a blizzard of arrows into the men
but many still gained the deck.  Some with arrows jutting out their bodies. 
A large hulk stormed toward Arya.  She dropped her bow and picked up her
bastard blade.  The man’s sheer size would give him power.  She blocked his
clumsy sword strokes parring them off to the side or away and down.  
After twenty second of furious chops and parries she saw her opening.  Her
sword bit into the large man’s ribs.  He had chainmail on underneath his thick
fur vest.  Her sword did not penetrate the links but drove them into his body
and broke two ribs. 
The man staggered but recovered wheezing and swung down on Arya.  She pivoted
to the side and was behind the man.  Her sword arched down hitting the man’s
leg at the knee nearly severing his leg.  The man screamed and fell to the rail
and hung onto it gasping.
Arya’s sword arched and cleaved into his neck lodging into his spine sticking
between the vertebra.  His spinal cord had been severed with bone splinters. 
He was dead slumping down.
More raiders were feathered with arrows or chopped down.
The brigands had given up the fight.  They were jumping over the rails and
diving into the river.  They left the survivors to their fate. 
The battle was over.
Arya looked around.  She saw Nymeria move up to a brigand who was trying to
crawl away.  Her massive jaws snapped shut on his neck, severing his spine,
tendons and veins.
Arya started so shake wildly all over with adrenaline rushing hard through
her.  She staggered over to the rail, weak-kneed.
She felt humiliated with her reaction.  She was a Stark, dammit!
Colton came over to her. “I remember my first battle.  I pissed my pants during
the fight and threw up after it.”
Arya smiled at him, appreciating his words. 
Arya had survived her baptism of combat. She had been afraid but it had only
fueled her during the fight. She was proud she had survived.
Her father had once told his sons, and Arya, as they sat around him with rapt
attention “I’m always afraid when I go into combat.  I use that fear to put me
on edge keep me focused.  Use that focus to see the whole field of battle and
to fight with tenacity.  Use your fear to defeat your enemy.”
Arya was elated to be alive.  She had killed because she had to, nothing more.
She did not feel any special hate for the men that had attacked them, they were
just brigands and she was happy that their numbers had been heavily reduced. 
She had delivered justice as far as she was concerned.
The dullards had fought a wolf and paid the price. 
They had lost five Tully men and four were severely wounded.  She was angered
that men from her mother’s family had died.  She burned for vengeance, but
contented herself with knowing that the brigands had been so weakened that it
would be a long time before they dared attempt another river raid.
The dead had been wrapped in linen and given to the river that gave Tully its
life.
Late that night the boat was anchored in a shallow inlet.  The men had posted a
watch, and a little shot glass of rum had been handed out to everyone to liven
their spirts for the battle won.  The injured were being tended.  Some repairs
to rigging and attachment lines was performed.
The men sung and told tall tales of combat and victories won.
Arya had stayed below decks.  She had asked Colton for some alone time. He had
just smirked at her.
Her hands were sopping wet.  Her clothes had been thrown in a heap on the
floor.  Her cunt, belly, ass and thighs were soaked in her cum.  Gods she loved
being covered in sweat and her groin soaked in her hot cum.  She loved to have
masturbation marathons but there was an urgency above just the need to cum
tonight.  She had already Jilled off four times as her cunt felt like it was
ripping itself to shreds and her nipples nearly bursting as her pulse hammered
in her swollen bulbs with each gut wrenching orgasm.
 She understood the term ‘battle lust’ much better now.  The need to find life
and pleasure after a hard battle that has been fought and won.  She was no
longer a novice.  She was now cupping her left hand over her muff and pressing
it down with her right hand.  Her hands covered with soaking cum making them
slicked.  Her palm a blur as she rubbed up and down her swollen snatch.  Her
crotch hair matted with cum and rolling beneath her palm.
Her head was lulling from side to side as ecstasy filled her pussy and shot
down her limbs making her toes curl and fingers on her right hand claw into the
back of her rubbing left hand.  “Unggg uunnggg … ohhhhhh—shit! Hhnggggg hhnnggg
uunggg!”
She flexed her hips lifting her twat into her rubbing palm.  The friction was
making clit scream in pleasure and again her nipples were on fire hammering her
brain and clit with hot pulses of raw almost agonizing pleasure.
“Oh Gods!” Arya gasped.  Her body was tensing up.  Her gut wrenching with each
spasm rocking her hard warrior body.  Her belly turning to harden steel.  Her
head started to pulse up off the thin mattress.  Arya’s eyes squeezed shut
tight.  Her pussy was pulsing hard and it felt like a fist had formed in her
belly and was twisting.  She rubbed even harder and faster on her spasming
cunt.  Her head jerked up high off the bed and then slammed back.
"Aoowwwnmmnnnggghhhhhhhhh!" Arya groaned deep in her chest as her body humped
up desperately her ass cheeks clenching and her thigh trembling as she surged
her cunt up into her wildly rubbing hands.  The first pulse had stunned Arya. 
Now the next flowing spasms and pulses of her orgasm destroyed her with fucking
bliss “AAAWWOOGGGGGGGG! AARRRUUUNGGGGGG! AAANGGGRRRRRR!” the stark fifteen year
old screamed as raw agonizing waves of ecstasy pummeled her cunt and ripped it
inside out. 
Arya flipped and jackknifed up and down as her body surged and bucked as pure
fucking bliss burned through her body.  Her wails echoed off the wood of her
cabin.  After twenty seconds she collapsed spent.  Arya whimpered and shook
violently as strong aftershocks gripped and shook her body hard.  Her face
scrunching up with ecstasy.  Her gritted teeth spraying spittle with her hisses
of raw pleasure.
She plucked her bursting nipples jutting nearly two inches up off her barely
their breasts.  Each squeeze of her pulpy nipples sending arches to her clit
that had gagging in helpless pleasure.  She worked her body till her body was
filled with sweet lassitude.
 
She knew now she could be a great warrior. She would not shrink on the field of
battle.  Her father had told her he had seen hulking men that on practice field
seemed like mighty warriors indeed but on the actual fields of battle proved to
have not the stomach for the fight and shook violently, unable to strike.
Her father always felt pity for such men and sent them back, telling them to
feel no shame.
Other men who seemed weak of arm and small of spirit had been lions on the
field of battle.  Arya was in this camp.
Her Dragon would find Arya to be a fierce Direwolf worthy of her respect and
love.
Arya rode the waves of post coital bliss for several minutes.
Arya licked her lips.  Her clit had recovered.  She knew her body perfectly. 
First looked down her chest and spied her half erect nipples.  They were
already pulsing and swelling reading Arya’s carnal thought.  She brought her
hands up to her mouth and put her fingers in her drooling mouth and ran her
tongue all over the digits soaking them in spittle.  She moaned running her
tongue over her fingers.
She then took them out her mouth and took her swelling nipples between her spit
soaked fingers and thumbs and rolled her fingers around her rapidly hardening
nipples.  She pressed in hard rotating her fingers around her engorged plum
nipples.  They filled with fire now so hard and yet still spongy. 
She snuck her left her down belly already spasming in anticipation of sweet
fucking bliss.  Her belly knew of the pleasure soon to be pulsing out Arya’s
core and rocking her body.  She slowly slide her first two finger deep up her
drooling snatch.  More cum leaking down her perineum and soaking her asshole
and ass cleft in cum.  Her fingers instantly soaked again with her creamy cum. 
She knew her cunny was full of greasy snail snot.
She stroked her fingers deep into her tight couchie in a slow sensual rhythm as
she rotated her fingers churning her inner petals and folds.  She gagged in
helpless pleasure her head thrashing.  Her right hand plucked and pulled on her
engorged teats pulling on them making them shriek ecstasy to her brain and
clit.
Arya was not even fantasying about her dragon now.  She was just focused on
pleasure.  "Oh fucking gods” Aray gasped as she slipped in a third finger into
her cunny.  She stretched out her trim and now pounded her cunt hard and deep. 
Her palm slamming into her vulva as she pounded her cunt.  “Unngggg hhhnn
hhnnggg ahhnnnnnn! Oh gods ... that feels sooooo fucking good!"  Arya was now
surging her hips up with tight swirls of her hips to take her fingers as deep
up possible up her now sloshing quim.  "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Arya panted "Yes!
Ungghhh! Oh yeessss getting ssooo close ... fuck—shit! ... uunngggg aauuggg
aarrggggg!"
It was time to take herself over the edge.  She rammed her fingers all the way
up her cunt and wiggled them wildly all around.  Her snatch splattered out cum
as her cunt sounded like a puddle being stomped in.  Her right hand flew down
and rubbed up and down over her clit.  Her fingers flew straight over her clit
from top to bottom and back in a blur of fast jerking fingers.  Her left hand
churning her cunt furiously with her buried fingers.
"Oh fucking gods! AUUNNGGHHAAIIIINNMMGGNNEEEE!" Arya wailed, her shrieks rising
through the cabin in piercing wails of soul ripping ecstasy.  The intensity of
the spasms rocking through Arya’s body were fucking searing.   The blood in her
veins boiled with fucking agonizing pleasure.  "Mmmnngggnnngggiiieee!
Unngghhhiiieeeeee! Mmmnngghhhieieeeeee! Nnnnhhhhiiieeeeeee!" Arya screamed, her
body jerking and flipping her pelvis jerking high off the bed as her back
arched and bucked.   Arya’s body was pulverized as wave after wave of an
excruciating orgasm wracked her young tight teenage body.  Her teenage body
shocked with crushing bliss as her womb felt like it had torn out her belly.
Her pussy was spent.  She put her cum slicked fingers into her mouth and slowly
sucked her cum off the fingers humming in contentment.  Her pussy and nipples
felt so fucking good.  Her belly felt like it was full of creamy cum butter. 
With the firestorm temporarily abetted Arya’s thoughts drifted back to Daenerys
Targaryen.  Her thoughts of Daenerys beautiful body filled her dreamy mind. 
She longed to use Margaery’s instructions to make Daenerys hers.
Her breathing accelerated.  Visions of her sucking off Dany had her need
returning.
Eddard
Eddard was in the Godswood sharpening Evening Star, the hypnotic sound of stone
riding up ever sharp blade soothing.  He had had fought Loras earlier and been
very impressed.  The boy had a tendency to turn his left foot in after a minute
of hard sword colliding strokes, though.  This threw his balance off.
Eddard had told Loras this. At the moment of being corrected, Loras got a
haughty look in his eyes.  Eddard had started to feel disappointed, but then
Loras looked down. 
“You are right Ser Stark.  I have developed a bad habit.” Loras looked up,
smiling. “Thank you.”
They fought hard with Eddard getting in four good strikes.  Loras was annoyed
Eddard had gotten through his guard, but grit his teeth and kept pressing his
attacks.
Eddard liked the boy.  He had explained to Loras how he had gotten through his
defenses those four times.
Loras had thanked him again.  “My grandmother is right, you know.”
Eddard felt his face get a questioning look.
“You should have taken the throne in Robert’s Rebellion.  She used to think you
could never survive the Game of Thrones, but her thinking is changing.”
Eddard had allowed Margaery to send ravens to Olenna.  She could write about
anything, but, the strategies of the war council she was privy too.  Margaery
had easily agreed.  “My allegiance is solely with you Father.”  That had made
Eddard feel so good.   He owed the Tyrells that much.  To let their daughter
communicate with them.  Margaery and Sansa had a code to keep information
hidden if read by anyone else so only Olenna could see between the words. 
“I am honored.” Eddard responded.
Loras had laughed “No you’re not.  You would never want the Throne. You are too
honorable.”   Loras paused a moment “You know, if you weren’t so in love with
Catelyn and true to her, I would love to fuck you.”
Eddard had been surprised at that.  “I will take that as a compliment” he said
with a trademark grimaced smile.
Loras had laughed again.
Eddard continued sharpening his sword.  He was worried about Arya.  Had he done
the right thing?  Was it the right decision?
His daughter was well on her way to her Queen and future lover.  He smiled at
that thought.  He and Catelyn were talking together the night before as they
lay in bed, about planning for a triple wedding.  How to make their three
children each feel special with their nuptials.
It was a logical decision to give the Queen a hostage to equal out the hostages
he had.  Also, he was helping his daughter to achieve her dream.  Bran’s
prophecy had assured him of that.
Bran.
Eddard sighed.  Bran had disappeared.  His wife had been upset, but he had
assured her that he had gone to meet his destiny.  When he had told his wife
what he thought Bran’s destiny was, she had wept bitterly.  He had comforted
Catelyn, holding her close.  He told her he was sure Bran had been selected for
this destiny long before he had been born.
Then there were the ravens back and forth from the queen.  He was sorting all
of that out.  Claims of victory that he was struggling to verify.  He knew deep
in his bones that the Ice King still lived.  He was sure Jon would have sent
world of their foe’s death.  The Queen was mistaken.
Eddard sighed again.  He had already made his decisions.  He just had to hope
that the end justified the means.
He got up and set out to his first meetings with the War Council, which had
been routine.  It was good; everything was coming to fruition.
After that he went to see Catelyn.  She was doing much better now with Margaery
helping and clucking over her.  The early morning sickness was remedy when
Margaery had provided a natural tea drink.  It had been a godsend.  The
Tyrell’s were renowned with their natural homeopathic remedies gathered with
knowledge from tending their vast orchids and gardens they raised.  Margaery
had been a godsend.  His wife was older now, carrying a child was more
difficult. She was thankful she was no longer plagued with the vomiting and
constantly upset stomach.
Margaery is crafty, Eddard thought as she brought Cat a bowl of ice cream.  His
wife was now berating Sansa if she even looked cross-eyed at the Tyrell,
telling her daughter she had better listen to her future wife.  Sansa made sure
to turn her head when she rolled her eyes.
Margaery had both his wife and eldest daughter wrapped around her little
finger.  He could live with that.
Eddard made his way to his wife.  He sat down and started to feed her ice cream
as she preened.  He loved making his Cat happy.
“You know Eddard, Margaery is so thoughtful and sweet.  Her intelligence is
simply astounding and her cunning!  She loves Sansa so much.  I can’t wait for
them to marry!  They will make our Houses even greater!”  Now it was Eddard’s
turn to turn his head aside so he could roll his eyes.
He saw Sansa and Margaery in a clench in the room behind Catelyn kissing.  He
remembered the days when he and Catelyn couldn’t keep their hands off each
other.  He smiled and gave his wife another big spoonful of ice cream. Her
stomach was starting to show more now, and he wondered if it would be a boy or
girl.  He didn’t care either way, so long as it was healthy.
That night he had a private dinner with his son and daughter and their love
interests.  The Karstarks had come in with all the nobility.  He had his
children’s lovers at the table attending with them.
He told Robb he thought it was time for him and Alys to stop hiding their
relationship.  He told them as they looked on, shocked of Eddard’s approval of
their pairing.  He then looked at Sansa and Margaery.  He told them he had
already spread word of their pairing.  He made it known it had his full
approval.  If any had problems with their impending nuptials to see him face to
face.  None had taken him up on the offer he told Sansa and her future wife. 
They had beamed at that.  Sansa was thankful that she could now openly show her
love to Margaery.
Eddard knew some of the more conservative Lords might balk a little but Sansa
had made most big believers in her and were happy to support the union.  The
war was making many things possible.  They could now openly show their
affection and love for each other as Robb could show his affection to Alys in
public.  He smiled seeing Sansa and Margaery so happy.
The dinner went on with everyone in good spirits and Eddard happy that his
children had chosen wisely. Both women his daughters wanted to marry were
beautiful, vibrant, strong and intelligent.  Alyse would make a great companion
and pillar of support for Rob when it came time for him to rule the North.
When all started to leave, Eddard asked Sansa and Margaery to stay a moment. 
He smiled seeing the immediate tension in their bodies, their hands holding
tight with interlaced fingers.  They looked at him worriedly.  True he had just
given his blessings but they must have worried that was all for show somehow. 
No other Lord was as forward in their thoughts as he was.
“Margaery, you have been a godsend to my wife.  Your support and love for my
wife has made her pregnancy so much easier.  I will be forever thankful for
that.”
Margaery smiled.
“But I need more from you, I fear.”
Eddard saw confusion on their faces, and enjoyed the moment.
“Margaery, Sansa has told me all the great ideas and strategies you have been
developing when she talks to you after the war council meetings.  She has given
you full credit to me.  I thank you.”
“I live to serve the North now, father.”
Eddard felt a warm rush flow through him.  Margaery was a Stark now, in all but
name.  They would take care of that problem soon enough.
“This relay is not necessary. Tomorrow I want you to start attending all the
War Council meetings and any meetings I have with my son and daughter.  I would
ask you to still help my wife.  Can you do this for me Margaery?”
Eddard was nearly bowled over by a squealing, crying Sansa.  Margaery was
standing with tears in her eyes.
Eddard beckoned her, and she came sobbing into his arms.
His family had indeed grown larger.  His daughter had chosen wisely.
Between hiccups Sansa asked about the council.
Eddard smiled down at his two daughters.  They voiced their concerns of the
other lords.  “I will handle that Sansa.  I have already talked to Rickard
Karstark, Wyman Manderly, and Galbart Glover.  They support my decision.  You
have shown that intelligence, cunning and ability to think strategically and
tactics know no sex.  You have won them over Sansa.  You two sure convinced
me!” Eddard said lightheartedly, squeezing his two daughters into his
shoulders.
He smiled his patented smile as his daughters preened and cooed in pure
happiness.
Arya
Arya was so tired.  She snorted, remembering how full of energy she had been
when she left Winterfell.  She had been a child then. The long journey and the
combat she had been through had matured her quickly.
She felt more adult, and more the warrior she had always wanted to be. She felt
a lump form in her throat for her father.  Her father, who never crushed her
dream, and subtly helped her to get where she was now.  
She remembered her father again and again stepping in with her mother.  She
smiled at how he would deflect and cajole her mother to let the current
incident pass.  Again and again her father did this for her. 
She loved her father so much.
The trip after the ambush on the river had been uneventful.  The men on the
boat wanted to chop down the old venerable trees but she and her Stark
compatriots had talked them out of the act.
“What did the tress have to do with this?  They were only trees.  It was man
that used them for ill.”
The Tully men had demurred, saying they would let Edmure make the decision. 
They had gotten off the boat at Crossroads Inn.  They were still in Tully
territory, and Edmure had fresh horses waiting for them. They had set down the
King’s Road as mere common riders. 
Nymeria had jumped off the boat and ran at breakneck speed for a distant copse
of trees.  The wolf loved being with her master, but she would never miss a
chance to run free and find wolves to hunt and frolic with.
They had stayed in inns every night as they were more plentiful in the South. 
The rain had returned, and Arya had constantly blown air out her mouth up her
face to blow droplets off her nose.  She shook her head to get the rain
droplets off her cowl and eyebrows.
Two nights ago she had nearly been driven wild.  They were at the Trout Inn. 
Fortunately, the men were downstairs drinking and wenching.  She had told them
to take advantage of any opportunity.  Things were much more safe and sedate
this close to the Queen’s strong presence.
Nymeria had found a male wolf appealing.  He was large and strong for his
kind.  Nymeria ended up mating with the wolf repeatedly.  Arya tried to tune
out the images and sensations from the direwolf, even as Nymeria was in a state
of high emotion and pleasure.
Arya had lain naked on her stomach.  She had stuffed a pillow edgewise between
her legs and was humping it wildly.  She had orgasmed four times, and the
pillow was soaked in her cum. 
Nymeria had demanded she be mounted again.  Arya was gripping the pillow
between her hands and sweeping her aching cunt up and down the pillow that was
soaked and slimed with her pussy juice.  She was in tune with her wolf and
fucked like Nymeria was being fucked.  She could feel the shaft sliding in and
out of Nymeria’s tight cunt.  She felt her wolf’s cunt locking down and
squeezing the thick shaft fucking it.
Arya’s eyes squeezed shut tight her ass flexing up and down humping her pillow
like Nymeria was being mounted.  She felt the male wolf ejaculate in her
Direwolf. 
Ayra’s eyes rolled back into her skull her pussy exploding and gushing out hot
floods of cum again soaking the pillow.  “Huuunggggggggg! Uunnggggggggg! Hhnngg
hhngggg Awwoogggggg—ooohh Dannnyyyyy!” as Arya’s body was flooded with ecstasy
with thoughts of Daenerys sucking her off.  Then images of her fucking Dany as
Nymeria was being fucked filled Arya.  She so badly wanted to mount her Queen
and fuck her with a cock.
She heard of strap-ons at Winterfell but had not found any women using one. 
She asked Maester Lewin about it.  He had blushed furiously and stammered. 
That night though he had produced a book that explained the sexual practices of
Dorne.  He had told Arya in that land homosexuality was not suppressed and many
women and men slept with their own sex.
The Maester told Arya the book had illustrations.  The heterosexual sections
had bored her to tears.  The drawings of naked men made her skin crawl.  The
men were hairy and not appealing at all.  But the drawings of the women had
turned her on immensely.  She had found the section the section on “toys”.  She
saw the illustrations of strap-ons and how to put them on and sync up.  It
explained the basic positions and how to work one’s body to give your woman
pleasure.
She hoped Daenerys had such “toys”.  The dildos and butt plugs looked very hot
too.
The small party had returned to the road yesterday morning.  They wanted to
blend in with the crowds flowing in both directions on the road.  The Northmen
could see gathering forces training and exercising in the fields.
Before dawn, Nymeria returned to her master outside the inn.  Arya had
journeyed a half mile out into the fields to meet her wolf.  Arya had ordered
Nymeria to stay in the Kingswood; she would call for the direwolf when the time
was right.  Nymeria licked her face and woofed before loping off for the woods.
The Queen was obviously preparing her forces for action.  Arya could easily
guess where those troops might be marching to, but her letter from her father
would allay the Queen’s fears.  She felt proud and elated that her father had
entrusted her with the giving of the message to the Queen.
She was sure that the message of peace and fidelity would help soften the Queen
to Arya’s advances.  She wondered if she would be sleeping with the Queen on
her first night in King’s Landing…
A girl could hope!
The next morning they approached King’s Landing.  Arya felt excitement quickly
give way to anger when her horse came up lame.  The horse limped painfully. 
Arya dismounted and comforted it.  It was not the horse’s fault. 
By happenstance a large cart being drawn by two oxen came down the King’s Road
towards King’s Landing.
Colton asked the man and his young son if his daughter could ride in the back
and offered a gold dragon.
The man had tried to refuse the coin, but took it with Colton’s insistence. 
Arya was too tired and rain-soaked to refuse.  She climbed up on the back, on
top of sacks of potatoes.
The ride down to Kings Landing was bumpy and lumpy she clucked to herself.  She
was definitely not coming to King’s Landing as a conqueror. 
She turned around and watched the capital slowly rise up from the haze and
rain.  It was a mighty city the likes of which was foreign to the young woman. 
She found herself mesmerized by the sight, enthralled by the many buildings
slowly coming into view.
She was not happy she was riding to her Queen on an oxen cart, but a warrior
did what was necessary.
They were almost at the gate and she had grabbed her weapons in their cloaks
and was getting ready to jump down.  At that moment the back axle broke and the
left wheel snapped, pitching the wagon over.
“Wwwhhooaaaaaaa!”  Arya yelped as she was cast off the cart and face first into
the churned mud and filth of the King’s Road.
“Un-fucking believable!” the young Stark exclaimed.  She stood up, soaked in
mud and other sickening effluent.
Colton came up to her trying not to snicker at his lord’s daughter soaked in
mud and piss and maybe something else even worse.
“I think we need to get you to an Inn and cleaned up, Arya” he told her.
Arya was stomping her feet, splashing even more mud up on herself throwing a
temper tantrum. “No fucking fair!  Arrggggg! Fuck! … No Colton.  I was sent
here to deliver my message upon my arrival and I am here!”
Colton thought about arguing but she was his lord’s daughter.  Maybe the Queen
would be impressed with her dogged determination.  Arya had definitely been out
in the field.
Arya sat her cloaks down and pulled out her swords and strung her bow and slung
her quiver around her body.
Nymeria came in out of the mist having sensed her master’s distress.  The
guards stiffened and brought their spears down but stilled when they saw the
wolf licking the girl’s face and her hugging the very large wolf. 
Unbelievably, the wolf was not a threat and they relaxed.
“Nymeria.  You stay here till I call you.  Okay.  Everything will be alright.”
Woof! Woof!
Unsullied at the gates studied the girl before them openly arming herself. They
glanced at each other, then one of their numbers went into the Keep to fetch a
person of command to handle this situation.
Arya and her party came up to the gate.
“I am Arya Stark, daughter of Eddard Stark.  I am here to deliver a message to
the Queen.” Arya said holding out her letter with her father’s royal seal.
One of the Unsullied raised his eyebrow, but they crossed their spears and told
her to wait.
She fumed.  She was so close to Daenerys.  She could feel her body vibrating
with tension and excitement.
A man appeared.  He appeared to be like the other guards.  He was black of skin
and slender.  He had the air of command about him.  He eyed her closely. 
“You say you are Arya Stark?”
“Yes I am.  I have a personal message from my father.”
“You have not heard, then?”
“Heard what?  I have been traveling hard and fast down from Winterfell.  I have
travelled out in the elements and fought brigands on the Green Fork to arrive
here to relay this message to the Queen.  My message is very important and only
for the Queen’s eyes.  It is from the Warden of the North.  My father.  We have
travelled without fanfare to make sure my message is hand delivered.”
The man looked at her with his intense eyes.  He looked at the men that were
accompanying her as well. They were relaxed and looking around, unconcerned. 
These people had no idea.  He sent a message to Barristan.  He asked them to
wait.
The Queen was giving audience and he wanted to make her aware of her important
presence.
He introduced himself.  “I am Worm Tail of the Unsullied.  I command the
Queen’s personal guard.  We guard her person and her residence.”  He gave Arya
a grime look as she looked at him blankly.
The man asked Arya about her Needle and she proudly told the bald man of its
lineage.  She swished the sword and made lunges with excited glee.
The man cocked an eyebrow, impressed with her sense of balance and blinding
speed.  She reminded him of Syrio Forel.
A man came out to Worm Tail.  She saw he was agitated and wondered why.
They were finally to be called in.  Worm Tail seemed surprised at something. 
Arya sensed there was a tension in the air though she could not understand
why.  The Queen could not have known of her coming.  Arya smiled.  She was
ready to impress the Queen with her prowess and verve.  She hoped.  She berated
herself for her flagging confidence and straightened her back.
Worm Tail turned back to the Northerners.  "The Queen commands that Arya Stark
meet with the Queen alone.  She will be safe."
Arya felt the tension fill her men and Colton started to protest.  This broke
protocol but Arya was sure the Queen was justified in her royal edict.  She was
from Essos.  Maybe things were done differently there.  Arya turned to her men.
"Colton, all is well.  i will go and meet with the Queen and then come get
you."  Her confidence was back.  When Colton started to protest she assured him
she was equal to the task.
That made the man smile.  "I am sure you are Arya.  Eddard was most wise in his
choice of emissary.  Go impress the Queen young wolf."
Arya felt her shoulders square.  Yes she would. 
She was led into the keep. They walked down corridors to come before a pair
tall ornate doors that were cracked open.  On them Arya saw ornate dragons
carved into the wood.  I am so close!  Arya thought.  My time has arrived!
“Let the fucking bitch in!” Arya heard in a high pitched, shrill scream.
What? Was Arya’s confused thought.
***** Roar of the Dragon *****
                                  Chapter 28
                              Roar of the Dragon
                                 2 months ago
   Daenerys / Eddard / Melisandre / Ice King / Daenerys / Ygritte / Eddard /
                                Daenerys / Arya
Daenerys
The wind blew through Daenerys’ hair, whipping it around her face.  She watched
the woods and farmlands of her kingdom roll by below, beneath the body of her
dragon as his wings pumped from time to time while he glided lazily on the
thermals.  Her other two dragons flew off to her right, their beautiful bodies
glinting in the sun. 
Rhaegal was like an emerald taken wing, his bronze highlights like burnished
brass in the bright sun.  Viserion’s body was like ivory banded in gold. Drogon
was black amethyst giving life in the heart of the sun.  Her dragons, like
herself, were happy to be back in the land of light and warmth.
Daenerys found herself sad that she was returning with only Barristan.  She
realized that Bran and the Reed children had to walk a different path of
destiny, but she missed them just the same.  They were good people, all in all,
and she needed people like that to help her craft and meld Westeros and Essos
into a better, more enlightened kingdom.
 Once King’s Landing was on the horizon, her dragons gradually dropped
altitude.  She led the dragons into a deep descent as she saw that a crowd was
already forming in the main square, and people running up onto the rooftops. 
People never tired of seeing dragons.  She took her dragons even lower and
buzzed over the city rooftops, making several passes so the citizens could have
their fill of seeing her children up close.  Rhaegal, unencumbered with a
rider, performed tight barrel rolls and quick wingovers to the squeal of
children as he barely passed over their heads, showing off.
Rhaegal flew off while Viserion and Drogon landed in the square to let off
their riders. Then Drogon took off immediately following Rhaegal.  Viserion
lingered looking at Barristan.  He whimpered until Barristan started rubbing
his scaled cheeks with his fingers. The tip of Viserion’s tail started to
twitch.
Daenerys smiled at that as she walked into the keep.  A page was there, and she
asked the youth to go and summon Maester Lape.  She was still elated from her
combat victory over the Ice King.  Eddard Stark had been right about the
threat, and she, the Dragon Queen, had eliminated it.  Now Eddard could stand
down.  She loved having that over him.
Maester Lape met her in the hall near her quarters, then followed her in.  She
stripped out of her riding gear.  She felt Lape’s eyes traveling all over her
nude body, but she did not care.  She was on a high.  She picked a slip and
went into her royal bath, then opened up the taps to fill the large clawed
tub.  She knew as she worked the taps her ass cheeks flexed and her high firm
breast swayed and jiggled most enticingly.  She enjoyed teasing the lustful
Maester.
When she had arrived at the Red Keep and inspected her royal quarters, she had
been pleased except for the lack of plumbing.  She had seen in Volantis the
working concept of running water.  She had studied the designs of how they
accomplished the feat.  The high nobility had constructed water towers on the
roofs of their lavish homes.  These towers were filled with water, and gravity
provided pressure to run through pipes put into the structure.
She had Tyrion see if water pipes could be installed in the Red Keep using the
same design.  Tyrion reported back that Varys had shown him many of the hidden
passages, and yes, plumbing could be run into her quarters.  She told to him to
proceed.  If it worked, she would expand the use of this technology.
It had worked wonderfully, giving her running water.  Better still, there was
an open chamber in the area above her hearth and he had installed a large
holding tank with pipes going in and out.  This acted like a hot water heater
for the water stored in it with the fire in the hearth heating it up to an
almost boiling heat. 
Daenerys loved the near-scalding hot water.  For others, they merely needed to
wait for the water to cool down and then wash.
She dictated a letter to Eddard Stark telling him that she, Daenerys Targaryen,
the first of her name, had met and crushed his mortal enemy.  She began to tell
the Maester the words and thoughts she wished to convey.
‘I believe you call it the Ice King.  He is dead by my hand. Even though you
kept this secret from me, I still defeated him on the field of battle.  The
threat from north of the Wall is no more.  Stand down and arrange to come to
King’s Landing. This time of separation must end.’
She continued to dictate.  She told the Maester to keep his knowledge of this
to himself and share with no one outside of the Small Council. While it was a
resounding victory, the situation with the North was still unsettled.  She did
not want word of this to spread yet.
Satisfied, she sent Maester Lape off.  She smirked at seeing the bulge in his
trousers as he hungrily eyed her high, firm breasts and delectable ass.  She
had to tell him twice to go to the raven tower to send her message.  She
smirked seeing him snap out of his lust induced haze to start moving.
She would share the deals with her Clatch of Confidents in the evening.  She
would relish telling them details along with whatever she could get the
taciturn modest Barristan Selmy to say.
She got into the steamy hot tub, and luxuriated in its heat soaking into her
pores.  She was filled with nervous energy and soon her fingers were playing
her body like a minstrel stroking the strings to his lute, plucking and
vibrating the strings.  Gods she loved masturbating.
Her fingers played, stroked and circled her aching clit.  Her other hand pumped
fingers hot and deep into her pussy, driving them in hard, her knuckles
pounding her muff.  Her body began to hitch and thrash as raw ecstasy throbbed
out her aching cunt.  Water lapped and splashed against the sides of the large
tub as he gagged and moaned gutturally. 
She wormed her left hand underneath her ass check and slipped first one and
then two fingers up into her asshole and pumped her fingers in and out her
pussy and ass in counter time. She gagged feeling her knuckles slamming muff
and ass cheeks.  Her body thrashed as she planted her feet in the tub bottom. 
She lifted her bucking pelvis almost out of the water.  Her pelvis bucked and
spasmed hard with helpless jerks of searing ecstasy.  She slammed her fingers
home burying them to the third knuckle in her spasming fuck holes.
Her eyes squeezed shut and her body began to convulse as her fingers hammered
her spasming cunt and asshole. She felt her pussy and asshole clench and spasm
on her hard piston ramming fingers.  “AAAWWWOOGGGGGG! AARRRUUUNNGGGGNNNNN!
GOODDSSSDAMMNNN!” Daenerys screamed as scalding pleasure erupted from her cunt
and butthole in epic orgasms.  “Oohhhhhh unnggg unnngg Uuunnggghhieeee!
Mmnngghhiieeeee! Uunggmmmiieeeee!” she shrieked feeling her womb rip out her
belly.  Her head ripped back, legs kicking wildly as a devastating orgasm
ripped through her body making her scream over and over in bliss.
Her orgasm started to wane but she wanted more.  She felt her body alive with
battle lust.  Her face now soaked in sweat.  Her upper body flushed down to her
breast.  Breast swollen with her orgasm as her nipples throbbed diamond hard.
The Queen slammed her fingers home twisting her wrists to bury fingers deep up
her pussy and asshole.  Her right hand now slammed into her mons and she held
it jammed against her dark pink vulva.  With her buried fingers wiggling
furiously in her inner folds.  Her left hand slammed fingers in and out her
spasming tightly clenched anus.
Her world exploded again into shocking bliss.   "Ungghh! Oh! Anngghhh!
Mnnngggggeeee!" She felt her cunt clamp down and grip her buried churning
fingers in hot spams of fucking bliss.  She felt hot cum pumping out her
spamsing twat.  Her body bucked as successive waves of her orgasm wrenched her
luscious body.
"Ungghhhh! Nggghhhhh! Shittttt fuck!" Daenerys whinnied as scalding fire filled
her body and broiled down her limbs making her toes curl and her fingers spasm
in her cunt and rectum.  “Nnnnngghmmmm! Nnmmgggeeee!" she wailed, her body
straining and spasming through last throes of her second orgasm.  She sagged
back into the tub, her body satiated and limp.  Her labored breathing slowly
steadied out.
She was languid in the tub for a few minutes washing her body with her cloth
purring at the smooth silk rubbing over her flesh.  The desire to cum rose up
again in her young tight body.
She jilled off twice more before getting out of the tub.  She smiled at the
water she had kicked out to the floor in the throes of her orgasms.
She sent word out that she wanted to have a meeting of her Klutch of
Confidantes in the early evening.  She wanted to celebrate this great victory
with them. 
She visited Tyrion and he had been given a short brief by Barristan. She told
him a fuller version of events and his eyes grew wide at all of the
descriptions of violent combat.  Like most, Tyrion was enamored of things he
would never directly experience.
She met with Missandei and she too was excited at news of the battle.  Between
her and Tyrion’s briefs she was brought up to speed on events that occurred
while she was gone.  The kingdom was still preparing for mobilization. 
Missandei asked if the Queen wanted to stand down, now that she’d ended the Ice
King’s threat.  Daenerys paused to think on that.  She decided that until
Eddard Stark stood down, she wouldn’t either.  Caution was the better part of
valor in this situation.
When evening descended, she celebrated with her friends. She loved telling them
of her and Barristan’s exploits.  She gave vivid details of how her dragons
scorched and crushed her enemies; and her exhilaration in combat.  Barristan
added salient points here and there to fill in the narration.  The rest of the
Clatch holding onto each word.  They relished hearing of the epic fight between
good and evil.
She told them of Bran and the Reed children going into the Earth to the Tree of
Life.  They all contemplated what this might mean.  They threw out theories
back and forth.  For them to risk so much for this had to mean it was important
to the future. 
They ate and drank. Strong Belwas ate a whole lamb, his face and throat soaked
in grease. Once his belly was full, Belwas snored in front of the roaring
fireplace.  Shadowclaw sprawled out on his immense belly purring.
They played pyramid poker.  Tyrion had taught Missandei all of the intricacies
of the game.  When the gathering broke up later, he was mumbling that between
Missandei and his sister he was rapidly becoming broke.
Tyrion hesitated as the others left.  “Will you need company to celebrate your
victory tonight?”
Daenerys considered for a short moment.  “No.  I will take care of my needs
tonight.”
She enjoyed watching Tyrion’s eyes flare at the implication of those words. 
Her body was still filled with tension and want.  Her pussy quivered just
hearing her own words.  She smiled evilly at Tyrion.  He left with a slight
stitch in his walk from his raging boner.
Once she was alone, Daenerys skipped to her dresser and pulled open the top
right drawer with her silk undergarments.
She pulled out to two gifts from Chataya.  Daenerys shivered as she looked at
the ivory carved shafts of each dildo.  One was about eight inches long and
thick with a large, bulbous head and ribs down the shaft all the way to the
handle.  The other was slender and had a curved, round knob that angled
upward. 
Daenerys shed her gown and lay down on the bed.  She worked her breasts until
her light brown nipples were rock hard, massaging her aching tits and pulling
and rolling her nipples.  She gagged in helpless pleasure, her cunt becoming
swollen and wet. 
She cupped her breasts with her hands and ground her palms into her nipples,
grinding and twisting them, sparks of ecstasy shooting straight to her
throbbing clit.  She took her breast in turn with her left hand roughly
massaging and talking her spit slicked right hand fingers and twisted them on
the rubbery nipples.  Her legs scissor on the bed feeling the pulses shot down
her limbs and rock her brain with ecstasy.
Her breathing was soon ragged with perspiration beading on her upper lips and
forehead.  She pulled on her nipples and squeezed them in turn hard.  The
pressure sending lightning bolts to her rigid clit making it pulse raw pleasure
deep into her belly and made her cunt sloppy wet with cum leaking out her slit
and running down her perineum and soaking her asshole with slimy greasy cum.
She reached for the more slender shaft.  She put the curved, rounded knob into
her mouth and rotated it, getting it wet and slimed with her spit.
She slid the slender shaft into her sopping wet pussy and gasped.  She loved
using her fingers, but Chataya had been right - this was definitely a nice
change of pace.  She pumped the shaft in and out of her cunt, twisting her
wrist as it began to slurp she was so fucking wet.  The angled head of the
shaft rubbed her cunt walls and her inner soaked cunt petals.
She took the other “dildo” as Chataya had called them, and put in her mouth,
wetting it. She then snaked her hand behind her ass cheek and found her anus. 
She gasped with anticipation.  She brushed the round head of the ball into her
spasming anus.  She slowly pushed in with steady pressure until her sphincter
rings surrendered and the thick ball head stretched out her anus and then the
shaft slipped up into rectum.  She shivered whimpering and paused letting her
anus stretch out.  The pressure made her belly squirm in aching pleasure.
She pumped the anal dildo feeling her sphincter gripped tight to the shaft. 
The shaft would not penetrate deeper up her hungry asshole at first.  Daenerys
kept pumping the shaft, feeling her asshole bow out and then her anus loosened
and the shaft started to slip deeper up her ass with each stroke of her pumping
wrist.
“Ohhhh gods yessssss! Uunngg unnggg oohhhh fffuucckkkk!”  She had concentrated
on penetrating her asshole.  Her right hand began to pump the other angled head
dildo in and out her drooling pussy gagging in helpless pleasure.  The hooked
head plowing her inner folds of her cum butter filled cunt. 
She slowly worked the shafts deeper into her belly.  She gasped and mewled,
feeling her holes stretched out and she shafts working deeper into her pussy
and asshole.  She gagged in helpless pleasure, feeling the heads of the dildos
slip over each other in her belly. “ohhhhh onngg unnggg …. Godddssss
yesssss—augggg hhnnggg!”
Soon she was slamming both shafts in and out her pussy and ass.  The ribs on
the anal dildo were rippling her sphincter rings, the bulbous head hitting her
rings on the inside of her anus on the out stroke before she rammed the dildo
hard back up her ass.  She had found her g-spot with the other dildo.  She
angled her wrist to jam the curved head into the spongy hillock.  She was short
stroking the dildo to rub it furiously into her g-spot.  She could feel her
hillock compressing with the short jerks of the dildo head rubbing it
furiously.
Her body simply exploded.  .  "AAWWOOGGGGGGGGG!” Daenerys screamed as her body
suddenly stiffened up tight her body straining so hard in shocking ecstasy. 
Her hands were still jamming the shafts in and out her exploding pussy and
ass.  “Ahhhn ... ahhhnn ...  ahhnn” then her body simply went wild as a second
orgasm ripped out her belly on top of the first orgasm “AAUUUNNGGGHHHH!
UUNNGGHHNNNGGGGGG! HHHUUUNNGGGGGGG!" Daenerys suddenly cried out, fierce cries
of ecstasy that filled her bedroom.  Her body flipped and jackknifed her hands
slipping off the handles of the shafts buried deep into her belly.  Her hands
now balled into fist slammed the bed violently.  "AUUNNGGHIIEEEEE!" Daenerys
continued to wail as her body bucked violently as another throttling spasm
shook her body. "Oh! Oh!"  Her body lurched forward and back with devastating
convulsions of killing crippling ecstasy. 
She lay on the bed twitching. She would definitely be sending Chataya a gift
for these “toys”.  She was soon sleeping after pulling her toys out of her
still spasming pussy and clenching anus.  She rolled to a dry spot on the bed,
and quickly fell asleep satiated and satisfied.
Eddard
Eddard read the letter again.  He was stunned at the news.  Was it possible
that all he had prepared for had been for naught?  He would be thankful of
course, but he was just amazed.  Was Daenerys Targaryen that powerful?  That
great?
He had been so sure that it would take the whole might of Westeros to defeat
the Ice King.  Eight thousand years ago a mighty army had previously defeated
him, and that army still needed great wizards and a foreign hero to bring the
Ice Wrights low.  He stared across the room.  He needed to make sure.
He hoped it was true that the Ice King had indeed been killed. If it was, much
bloodshed and destruction would be avoided.  He knew that if the Ice King came
South he would have to defeated at the Wall.  If he passed through the Wall and
their defenses, the killing and destruction would be total.
He had called for his son, sister and her lover to come to him. He passed the
letter first to Robb.  He read it, and sat stunned.  He then passed it to Sansa
and she read it with Margaery.  They too were shocked and questioning after
they finished reading it.
“Can it be?” Robb asked.
“How?  She is only one person.” Margaery questioned.
“She may be mistaken.  What does it take to kill the Ice King?  It took the
sword of Azor Ahai to kill him before.” Sansa said, reasoning out what she had
remembered.
“Her sword is a rune sword.”  Eddard told them what he knew of the swords. 
“They are powerful in and of themselves.  Also, when the last war was fought,
there were no dragons.  They, as we know, are a force of nature in and unto
themselves.”
“Maybe these new powers are great enough.  Maybe the Ice King is not as mighty
as we thought.” Margaery said.
“I don’t think we should stand down, father.  If she is wrong, we would be
leaving the realm defenseless.  We still need to prepare for war and continue
drawing the South to our lands and defense of the realm.” Robb told his father.
Sansa and Margaery concurred with him.
“I agree. We must confirm. I will send a raven to Jon and he will tell us.”
“So Bran was not entirely truthful with us.” Robb spoke out.
Eddard had known when his son left with the Reeds that he was going to the Tree
of Life.  He had kept his thoughts to himself.  It was obviously his son’s
destiny, and he had to honor it.  He was surprised that the Queen was the
instrument used to get his son to the Tree of Life, though.  Eddard himself did
not even know where it was, and yet Daenerys managed to get him there.
He was thankful for that.  He had been filled with great trepidation wondering
how his son could possibly get through the Ice King’s minions – he had not gone
through them at all, but over them.
Eddard found it comforting to see both Houses Stark and Targaryen working
together in the land’s defense.  It reassured him of his decision to send Arya
South to the Queen.
They spent a few minutes discussing Bran arriving at the Tree of Life safely,
and the part the Queen played in that safe travel. 
None had any idea what Bran’s ultimate destiny would be going into the Earth. 
They all feared that they would not see Bran again. 
It was a fear they did not dare express.
They turned their attention back to matters they could influence.
“How does Jon get all this information on the Ice King?  It is uncanny.  It is
almost … magical.” Rob said.
Eddard considered a moment.  It was time to tell his children the truth about
Jon. 
He told his children what had happened in the Godswood when Jon revealed his
true nature.  Eddard also told them truth of Jon’s birth. His children had been
shocked to discover Jon’s true lineage, but they understood why he hid Jon’s
true parentage to keep him safe from Robert Baratheon.
He told them how Jon was nearly assassinated by his fellow crows of the Night’s
Watch.  Robb and Sansa cried out for vengeance. Eddard smiled at seeing
Margaery enraged at her new family member being attacked.
The Stark patriarch calmed them.  He told them how Jon had been saved by two
female Shadowbenders from the land of Asshai, and that the women were both over
two thousand years old.  The three younger members of his family were shocked
at the news.  They sat looking at him wide eyed as his tale seemed to get
stranger and more exotic by the sentence.
He told them of their red-headed beauty, how one was so tall and the other so
short. 
He saved the best for last.
“Jon is still the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, but he will abandon his
post when the war is over.”
“What?  That is impossible!” Robb exclaimed.  “That is an oath for life!”
“I know son, but Jon feels betrayed by his brothers … and … he has taken both
of the Shadowbinders as his wives. You have two new sister-in-laws. Melisandre
and Ygritte are clearly in love with Jon.”
He could see Robb and Sansa struggling to accept this turn of events.  In the
North one knew of the Night’s Watch and their vows.
“These are extraordinary times, and I support all of your decisions.” Eddard
emphasized. 
Robb and Sansa looked at each other understanding.  Rob knew he had been
destined to marry into a Great House of the South and Sansa was definitely not
supposed to be marrying a woman.
“I am sure it is Jon’s wives and their magic that is allowing him to
reconnaissance the enemy.  Somehow they are able to penetrate the Ice King’s
kingdom unseen.  I am thankful for this.  Without their abilities we would not
know the severity of the situation. We are still reliant upon on them.  I
cannot imagine the danger they put themselves in to walk into the den of the
enemy.  Their bravery will be the stuff of legends.  Minstrels will sing of
their bravado.”
“How do they do it?” Robb asked, not really expecting an answer.
“I don’t know, son.” He gave Robb a weary smile.  “Hopefully they can tell us
one day.  I am going to ask them to travel again to the far North.  However
they are doing it, they will need to do it again.”
“I have already sent a raven to Jon telling him what the Queen has said.  I do
hope and pray that she is right, but I feel and fear in my bones that she is
wrong.  I can tell by her words she is convinced that she has succeeded.
“If she is right … then I will have to eat the proverbial crow.” Eddard
grimaced but with a smile. “It will be embarrassing, but I can live with it if
the realm is now safe.”
His children (he thought of sweet Margaery already as one of his) left him.  He
watched Sansa and Margaery leave with hands clasped and fingers intertwined. 
Margaery lifted their hands up and kissed Sansa’s. Sansa leaned into Margaery
and kissed Margaery’s temple.  Eddard couldn’t help but smile at the display of
sweet affection.  He was a quiet man who controlled his emotions, but he could
still be quite touched by them at times. 
He slowly walked out the Great Keep and made his way to the Godswood and
entered into the sacred grove.  He loved the sense of peace he always felt
walking into this realm of the old gods.  He sat down with his back to the
Weirwood tree and started to sharpen Evening Star.  The rhythmic scraping of
stone on metal let him relax and reflect.  These were indeed great times and he
hoped to navigate them with honor and perception.
He slowly got up and leaned against the Godswood heart tree.  He listened to
the wind blowing through the leaves that clung to the branches. 
He listened there a long time. He felt the rhythm of the Earth through the
tree.  He was even more sure now that the Ice King was alive, but he also
sensed something else - he sensed the Ice King had been gravely harmed, and
there was nothing more dangerous than a wounded animal.
He would have to wait for word from Jon on that.  He would have to rely on his
son’s wives.  He was just thankful that his son had his wives.  He shook his
head.  Two wives.  His other son was marrying a woman that he was not supposed
to.  Thankfully, Lord Karstark supported the marriage.  It did make his family
more powerful, after all.
Then there was Sansa marrying Margaery.  He had to give Olenna his thanks.  Her
easy acceptance of her granddaughter’s sexuality made it easy for him to accept
it as well. Sansa had made an outstanding choice. Margaery loved Sansa
absolutely, and, better yet, she had wrapped Cat around her little finger.  He
smiled leaning into the tree and listening to the wind sigh through its limbs
and leaves. 
He thought of Arya on her way south to the Queen.  She was surely heading into
danger, but he trusted his instincts and Bran’s prophecies.
He sighed, leaning back into the Weirtree, finding comfort from the old gods.
He had three weddings to plan for.
Melisandre
Melisandre and her wife had been shocked when their husband read the message
from his father, stating that the Ice King was dead.  They sat around the table
discussing the possibilities.
They had seen that the Ice King had again been away from his camp on their last
clandestine surveillance with their saber cat as camouflage.  This was not
unexpected.  He was the Grand Marshall of his kingdom.  He had disappeared
before on missions. Jon had explained to them that was to be expected of a
military commander. Whatever else the Ice King was, he was still a commander of
his forces.
Eddard had told his son the battle between the Queen and the Ice King had been
truly epic.  She was convinced he was dead.
This explained the riot of images they had seen in the flames the week before. 
The images of dragons and glimpses of beings of ice had made it clear that a
battle between the forces of Ice and Life had been fought.
They had assumed it involved the Ice King, but had not been completely sure. 
The images of the skies filled with birds, direwolves, and giant elk had
confused the images.  Why were all those other animals involved? 
They had felt the emotions of the combatants, the entities in the fight filled
with confusion, anger, fear and triumph. 
Jon fully explained the Tree of Life to them. They had no concept of this Tree
in their religion. 
Melisandre expressed her inner doubt.  “I came all the way from Asshai to
prepare Jon to fight. To become Azor Ahai reborn.” Melisandre murmured, looking
into the flames.
She paused and then looked at Ygritte with concerned eyes.
Ygritte smiled at her wife. “Don’t worry that pretty red head of yours, my
love.  It brought you to me, and that is all I am worried about.  We will meet
the destiny that R’hllor has set before us.”
“But if the Ice King is defeated without our direct involvement, it means that
R’hllor has been totally wrong.  He is all knowing.  We may not fully
understand the images in the flames.  We have both seen the portents in the
flame.  Jon is to confront the Ice King along with the Dragon and Direwolf.”
Melisandre countered. “How can this be, Ygritte?”
“Maybe R’hllor knows nothing, my sweet wife.”
Jon smirked seeing Melisandre lunge over and put her palm over their wife’s
mouth as she looked around fearfully.
Ygritte licked Melisandre’s palm and she shrieked, pulling her hand away
laughing.
Ygritte continued with her analysis. “We both know who the Dragon is.  Daenerys
Targaryen.  Eddard Stark has told us that the Direwolf is to be your sister,
Arya.  She is to go to the Queen and become her lover.  Is she a great warrior,
husband?”
Jon paused, thinking.  “Arya was always fiery and passionate.  She was still
very young when I left for the wall.  I gave her a rapier-like sword we called
‘Needle’.  She was already very skilled with the bow - a natural.”
“If she continued with the sword, who knows.  It would seem she did.  I am
happy for her. She always felt hemmed in by our mother.  She wanted to be a
warrior since she was little.  She always wanted to hear the stories of dragons
of House Targaryen and especially the stories of the two dragon queens, Visenya
and Rhaenys.”
“I am not surprised that Bran prophesied that Arya is to wed the Queen.  It
just fits.  Hope she comes to the fight with a kick-ass sword!” Jon joked.
The wives looked at each other.  Jon never japed!
“Do you have the strength to go back north?  I know you normally need two weeks
to recover and it’s been only one.  I can share my strength”
Melisandre shook her head no and gripped Ygritte’s hand, sensing she was going
to accept the offer.
“No Jon.  We are strong enough ourselves. You will be diminished for a month or
more if we take some of your blood.  No matter how powerful you are it will sap
your strength.  And you may need it a moment’s notice.”
Ygritte immediately acquiesced.
Jon went back to his duties as Lord Commander, knowing his wives had to twine
their souls for the ordeal before them.
For the next several hours, the women fucked hotly, their orgasms so intense
and powerful as they used sex to truly unite their bodies and souls. Soaked in
sweat and cum, they were lying on their sides with Melisandre pulling Ygritte
tight to her full, curvy body, their tongues entwined deep in Ygritte’s mouth,
wetly wrestling as pure love flooded their bodies and souls.
Their souls slipped the bounds of mortal flesh.  United, they quickly flew
north, the leagues falling behind them in moments as they went to the bog that
housed their dead cohorts in their spying on the Ice King.  Their mystical
energies paused over the bog, and then settled into the muck and filthy water.
Twenty minutes later the saber tooth cat clawed and pushed itself from the
bog.  It stumbled to the shore, and with its eyes aglow with blue flame
shambled forward. 
It stopped immediately.
The two Shadowbinders could see a major difference from the far edges of the
Ice King’s camp.  The camp was agitated and almost in disarray. 
Normally, the dead merely stumbled and moved aimlessly from one horizon to the
other. Now they were jerking and slamming into each other.  The dead were
falling down and rolling around with jerks before resuming their upright stance
and again lurching almost violently around.
Loud keens could be heard.  They spotted the sources.  Many of the Ice Wrights
had their heads cocked back, keening.  Some were moving with purpose from place
to place, obviously asserting some measure of control.
A shock had definitely hit the army of the far, deep north.
The Shadowbenders made their cat jerk and stumble to its knees, and then pushed
it forward to blend in with the chaos. Many of the Ice Wrights were barking and
talking excitedly in their strange warbling language.  The witches could hear
the fear in their tones.
They stumbled and rolled towards the throne of the Ice King, pausing at what
they saw.
A raised, icy bed was off to one side of the ice throne.  On it laid the Ice
King and his vile demon baby son.  They knew nothing of these detestable
beings, but they could clearly see and feel the emanations from the entities on
the ice brier. They had been severely injured. 
They saw several rings of Ice Wrights standing out from the bed with their back
to their father, swords drawn.  The witches could feel the ire and
determination radiating off of their rigid, freezing bodies.
Though the Ice King had been severely injured, the Shadowbenders could not
attack to finish the weakened enemy. Their feline host would be cut to ribbons
long before they could reach the fallen Ice King.
They could see that both Ice King and his son both looked wane and dissipated;
drained of whatever they called life.  The Ice King lay prostrate on his side
with his son violently chewing on his throat, drinking his father’s blood.  The
Ice King’s head lulled on a weak, flaccid neck.  His eyes had always seemed to
burn with blue fire and purpose - now those eyes were dull and listless, unable
to focus.
They watched as the tallest, strongest Ice Wrights came up to the brier.  They
each in turn tilted their father’s face up, gripping it and pulling his mouth
open.  Leaning down, they regurgitated their magical essence into their
father’s mouth.  He gulped and shook as he drank down the life giving
sustenance his sons freely granted him.
They had fed from him, and now they returned to their father in his time of
need.
Trickles of hot, pulsing blue life trickled down the Ice King’s cheek.  He was
still prostrate and disorientated, but they could sense his slow recovery
continuing as he fed.
The witches stumbled their sabretooth on.  They moved around the extensive camp
in a discordant dance.
They saw that large Ice Wrights had taken over feeding the youngest as they
grew and matured.  Others moved around the dead making sure they were under
their full control.  They had retreated deep into their host when one came
walking by, peering at the dead - but it had never sensed their presence.  They
slowly shambled back to their bog, sinking ever deeper into the brine.
Within a few minutes the saber cat was lying beside his long dead brother in
life.  The witches’ life essence surged up out of the bog and hesitated several
hundred feet above the camp, where they looked down for several short seconds
before they fled the far north to return to the warmth of their bed.
As they came back to themselves, Jon was sitting in his chair by a blazing hot
fire in the hearth, knowing his wives would need that warmth.  He had also
covered them with a thick bearhide quilt.
He heard their whimpers and got up from the chair. Naked, he crawled into bed
with his wives. 
They snuggled into his side shivering as his body helped warm their own.  They
were exhausted.  Their bodies had not fully recovered from the last time they
had travelled, and now they were spent. 
They tiredly told their husband all they had seen in the far flung camp of
their enemy.  The Ice King had indeed been gravely injured, but he was alive
and being healed by his many sons. They discussed what they had seen in Ice
King’s camp.  None knew how long it would take the Ice King to heal. 
Jon thought that if he was constantly fed then his recovery would not take all
that long. 
“He has been severely hurt Jon.” Ygritte said in a tired, raspy voice.
“Yes my sweet husband … the Dragon Queen severely wounded both the Ice King and
that vile growth that feeds on him. I think I saw a sword wound on its back
that has half healed.” Melisandre added, her voice weak.
“That is all good news my sweet, wonderful wives.  I just fear the wounded
beast.” Jon said.
Jon knew his wives were exhausted and what they needed.  He got out of bed and
put more logs on the fire, making the room hot. Then he pulled the covers off
of his exhausted wives.  He shifted their spent bodies so that they were lying
side by side, their heads on pillow so they could watch him.  He had their legs
over the edge of the bed.  He loved it when they watched him going down on
them.  First with Ygritte he settled her legs on his shoulders and then buried
his face in heaven.  He buried his face deep in Ygritte’s wet cunt and started
to suck her off hotly.  She cummed screaming wildly throwing her exploding cunt
up into his face as he drank down gushes of hot sweet cum.
Then he did the same with Melisandre.  He loved feeling her strong thick
muscular legs gripping his ears hard and tight as she wailed her cunt exploding
in his mouth as he sucked in most of her cunt into his mouth where he
ferociously sucked and tongue polished her rock hard clit.  Gods her cum was so
sweet as it overflowed his mouth and ran down his chin and throat.  He sucked
off his wives again and again, their hands jamming his face deep into their
swollen cunts with clenched fingers and screamed in love, pleasure and need as
he spent long hours sucking them off.  He gave them life and love as they gave
him them their sweet cum.
Ice King
Ice cold blue eyes surveyed his kingdom.  The Ice King was filled with rage at
his humiliation and near death.  That thought kept creeping into his thoughts. 
He had never felt such raw, naked power.
He still remembered the burning agony he had felt when Azor Ahai sliced his
sword deep into his body, its fiery heat cooking his organs and melting them.
He fell to his knees and looked up weakly as the cursed man lifted his sword
back over his shoulder, and then his life ended when the sword decapitated him.
This power of the Dragon Queen was of another sort.  The power of her dragons
was like the sun come down to Earth.  Their might and speed were simply
shocking as well.  Her own sword did not burn, but was filled to overflowing
with magic that was every bit as potent as Azor’s had been.
His son had assured him that as long as he drank from his father he was
invulnerable to any weapon this puny woman could wield.  His son had been
wrong.  Her sword sliced through his magical aurora as if it did not exist.
Along with her sword, her dragons were mighty and dire.  He knew of fire, but
he had not grasped the pure, blazing heat of their flames.  He had recalled
only the puny fires of the humans he killed so many times. Their mightiest
blazes were nothing compared to the fire of dragons.  Not only were their
flames the purest heat, they were laced with heavy magic.  He had barely
survived their licking tongues trying to consume and unbind him.
He had underestimated this human and her dragons.  They had not existed when
last he walked his world.  He knew now that this woman and her dragons came
from a doomed, long dead land called Valyria.  He had been so sure in his
arrogance that he would easily vanquish this Queen and her dragons, adding them
to his army.
Instead, he ended up lucky to survive their first battle.
He was already devising a plan to remove the threat.  The woman and even her
mighty magical dragons were warm blooded, and had to accede to their body’s
needs.  He would use that against them.
Somehow, the dragons had seen him where none should have been able to.  He had
thought much on this and still was no closer to a resolution for that problem,
but, it didn’t matter. He was sure his enemy would meet him at the wall of
ice.  There he would wait, and strike when the moment was right.
His son told him he would weave stronger magical wards next time.  They would
defeat the dragons, and then the woman and her allies.  Also, Ice Fang would be
ready to sweep the skies clear if needed.
The Ice King was cautious by nature.  He still wanted to grow his armies, but
his crushing defeat had convinced him otherwise.  He was sure he had time.  The
humans were divided.  Plus, his defeat had appeared to be complete.  He would
not be surprised if they did not assume he was dead.  The Starks would know
otherwise, but it did not matter.  The enemy had traitors in their midst and
did not even know it.
His strength had been almost restored, and he no longer needed to feed from his
strongest children.  His son had recovered his strength as well, and was in the
process of completing the restoration of his father. 
He was proud of his children giving to him freely and with total love and
devotion.  They had fed him in fidelity. 
He had changed his mind with his defeat.  He would finish growing his youngest
children, he had no reason to delay after that.  He would need only a month or
two more to finish their maturation. 
He had developed a plan of deception to lull the hot bloods into a false sense
of complacence that he would use that to fall on them unware.  He would enjoy
shattering their armies and then falling on their unprotected weak – the
elderly, women and children.  He would kill them all except the male children
young enough to be converted to be his own.
He would then pause long enough grow those new children.  Then, he would freeze
the ocean between the land the hot bloods called the fingers to the land mass
to the east called Essos. 
Then the carnage could continue. 
He sat on his ice throne ran his cold fingertips over his Horn of Winter.  He
wondered who had created this weapon.  It did not matter, really, but he would
use it against the hot bloods.  He looked at the runes.  They were foreign to
him, and his son could not read them either.  In fact, he refused to touch it
at all - he said the magic contained in them was strong and fatal to him.
The length and shape of the horn, combined with the runes were for the
unbinding of old, pure magic which the Wall and the Croyel himself were both
composed of.  Whoever had created the horn had been enemies of many things, his
son whispered to him.  They had an equal hate for the humans, and for magical
creatures such as he.
The Freys and Boltons told the Ice King that Eddard Stark was mobilizing and
working to draw the South up north. They would align their forces to fall on
the unsuspecting armies with extreme force and violence.  They would kill and
sow confusion in the rear of the enemy.
The Ice King continued to study the horn, thinking about how the humans seemed
to love killing each other.  He in many ways could not understand them.  Never
among his sons had any even conceived the idea to kill one of their own.  It
made no sense.  It was one more reason to kill them all. Any species that would
kill their own did not deserve life.
Although he would never allow any to know except for his son with his intimate
link to him, he feared this woman with white hair and violet eyes.  She was a
force every bit as powerful as Azoh Ahai had been.  Her dragons only multiplied
her strength to near reckless measures. 
She too could conquer the world if she chose to, though she did not seem to
have the desire.  She was still weak in that regard, like the rest of her
kind.  You were supposed to use power to conquer and subject all others to your
will.
The Ice King could not let the woman live long. With three dragons she was very
formidable force. If she were to add to her numbers of dragons she could become
completely unmanageable, reaching a level of strength and magical power that
even he and his son could never hope to overcome no matter how powerful they
became.
Interrupting his musings, his three oldest and strongest sons came to him. 
They bowed before him, then touched their foreheads to his feet in
subservience. Then each rose to him until their lips melded, and they
regurgitated into their father’s mouth as he did likewise into theirs.  Their
essences flowed from mouth to mouth in an intimate kiss that had no emotion.
The Ice King bonded even more strongly with his mightiest. Each son kissed
their father deeply as their vomit mingled and interacted, and the mixed fluids
were swallowed by each. By this means the Ice King made sure that his most
powerful and intelligent sons remained completely tied and subservient to him
and him alone.  They could not even conceive the thought of rebellion or
freedom from their father.
His Croyel son still mulled and at times gibbered about the Old Lords and the
Forbidding buried deep in the Wall.  He had tried to compel his father to go
south to blow the Horn of Winter and bring the Wall down. The Ice King had to
gnash his teeth several times to resist the creature’s will.  Eventually he had
to threaten his son with his removal from his body.
The Croyel had been smug until the Ice King used his body’s frozen properties
to wall off his blood from the Croyel’s fangs.  The Croyel had screamed in fear
when the frozen walls had channeled away the blood of this father.  It needed
to feed!
It had bent to his father’s will.
He told this son to be patient. Soon. Soon he would be ready to strike. He
would kill the dragons first.  Then he would kill the Dragon Queen.  After
that, the defeat of his other enemies would be assured.  He would defeat them
all, and the Wall would come down.
First he would conquer Westeros, and then Essos.
Then he would remake the North of the world in his image. 
He and his son would then plan for the move to the Southern Hemisphere of his
world. 
He would find these ‘Old Lords’ and crush them.
He had even conceived the desire to travel to Elemesnedene the home of the
Elohim and defeat them.  For some reason when he thought about this his son
became most agitated and fearful. 
No matter.  All who had hearts that beat hot blood would one day die at his
hands.
Daenerys
Daenerys’ initial elation and supreme confidence in her victory over the enemy
of Eddard Stark had slowly faded over the first days, and now weeks since her
initial raven to Winterfell.
Her elation slowly turned to sullen resentment and a feeling of gloom.  She
could not at all understand why Eddard Stark had not immediately sent a raven
back with gratitude, swearing total allegiance to her.
She had defeated his enemy, gods dammit!
She had told her Small Council to keep these events to themselves until the
North stood down.
She had been shocked by their attitude. She knew they thought she was
exaggerating her exploits; putting a magical spin on events that had none.  She
understood better the views of Barristan and Tyrion in their Klutch meetings in
her quarters.  
She rode dragons but they had become common and almost mundane to the citizens
of Westeros already. They had nearly lost their allure of the mystical. Plus,
dragons had been alive and vital until just less than two centuries ago.  Even
with that short span of time, she had seen that the memory of dragons were
becoming myth. The Ice King was eight thousand years ago.  The people of
Westeros simply could not believe in him. 
She understood their reservations.
She might have thought like them if not for her past.  Her experiences with
Mirri Maz Duur, the House of the Undying and its warlock masters, the Undying
Ones, and her fight with the ur-viles by her side had taught her that magical
beings did indeed exist. She had suffered at their hands, and in the case of
the ur-viles they had aligned themselves with her even though to this day she
was still not sure why.
It was for these reasons that when she had first heard of the Ice King, she had
been predisposed to believe in him and his minions.
Then she fought them and defeated them, and no one from Westeros truly believed
her.  It was in some ways maddening. And Eddard was not making it any easier. 
His silence was beyond frustrating.
Daenerys now wondered if she had made a mistake in her boasts in her initial
ravens to Winterfell. But she had been so sure of her victory - she had a right
to boast!
In her meetings with her Klutch of Confidents she had outright demanded they
tell her why Eddard had not responded.  She knew they could not tell her, but
she really just needed to vent.  It made no sense.
Missandei had conjectured that he must have some means of gathering
reconnaissance on his traditional enemy.  Maybe it had given him some insight
that the Queen did not have.
Daenerys’ pride did not like the sound of that.  She had become sullen for the
rest of the night with her close friends.
By the next night she had to accept maybe Eddard knew more than she did about
his traditional enemy.  But still, she had seen the Wight burn and die
underneath Viserion’s relentless assault.
She had.  Hadn’t she?
Her confidence was not bolstered when Tyrion asked her if she had seen the Ice
King die.
“YES!  Why do you keep asking me that?!”
“You saw him die?  You saw the body?” 
“You know I didn’t—they evaporate, dammit!”
“So you saw the Ice King’s body do this? Evaporate? Did the thing on his back
also evaporate away?”
Daenerys had at first yelled back that “Yes I saw him die!”, but really she was
not so sure.  In fact the more she thought about it, the more she knew she
didn’t see it die in the same way as the others.
Finally, she told Tyrion after several nights of going over and over the battle
with the Ice King in her mind.
She confessed that she had not seen the actual dying of the Wight - but just
the same, he had to have been killed.  Viserion was absolutely savage in his
attack.  She had seen the magical shields they used to protect themselves crack
and then shatter.  Viserion had continued to breathe fire and stomp on her
enemies after this. They had to have died, and his savage attack just clouded
their actual death from her eyes.
Barristan told his fellow Klutch members that in combat it was nothing but a
swirl of confusion. What you could be absolutely sure of in the heat of battle
could come to seem hazy and uncertain afterwards. 
Daenerys still felt certain in her heart that she had killed her enemy.  It was
not about pride, it was that nothingcould have survived that direct savage
prolonged attack.  Nothing.
Daenerys asked Tyrion and Barristan since they knew the man why he would not
respond to her letters.  She may have been a little pompous and overly proud to
begin with, but why hadn’t he responded with anything?
She had waited for days to receive a reply before she sent more ravens to the
North.  First, asking for a reply and now out right demanding a reply.  She had
saved his ass!  Any response would have been better than this infernal silence.
The lack of communication was driving Daenerys crazy.  She wanted to work with
this man, but he absolutely refused.
Barristan and Tyrion had no answers for her.  His behavior was indeed most
provocative – but in actuality he had done nothing that could be considered
sedition as of yet.  Still his silence provoked her.  The insolence of the
man!  Daenerys was positive that in some perverse way he wanted her to attack
him. They only idea that made sense was that Eddard Stark wanted to draw her to
fight with him at the Wall.
The reactions of her Small Council to her descriptions of her fight beyond the
wall had been equally maddening. She had asked them over the last weeks what
they thought of her fight.  They had told her that she must be mistaken about
the nature of her foe, that they had only appeared to be something magical from
the distant past.
They must have had some strange armor that protected them from the fire of her
dragon.  Some strange relic of Valyrian make, probably.  She had been confused
by all the snow and cold, and the intensity of the fight.
She had never considered bringing back some of the now still carcasses of the
dead that had once risen in animation.  She knew they would have just
discounted the evidence.
She was not sure of anything after a month.  She wanted to just put it all
behind her and govern her new kingdoms.  She’d had enough combat and wars to
last a life time.  She wanted to rule in peace, and bring about a golden age.
This whole situation threatened to derail everything.  She absolutely did not
want to use her dragons against the land of her birth.  Eddard had given her an
out with the hostages he had taken.  Mace was still screaming for Eddard’s head
but he also made sure to tell her to ‘not get carried away’ with any assault on
Winterfell.  He wanted his children safe.
Olenna was still communicating through her backchannel that Mace was doing this
more to save face than anything else.  Mace knew his children were safe from
harm in Winterfell and from the Starks.  Still, she was being goaded into
taking action, and action she would take if she had to.
The Houses under her sway had fully trained their forces now.  It had been a
generation since the realm had last seen major combat.  It had taken time to
get men who had never held a weapon competent in their use - she did not want
Knight fodder.  Anyone who fought with Daenerys Targaryen was to be capable
with their weapon.  With her leadership their lives would not be wasted on the
field of battle.
She had cycled her Essos forces back to their homelands.  Now she had their
navies again streaming back to lower Westeros and strengthening her blockade. 
She wanted nothing going to beyond the Wall.
She had kept her mercenary companies in the wastes of Dorne.  They were well
supplied with resources gleaned from Essos, and had been training constantly. 
She would intersperse these companies with the weaker forces under her
command.  They would provide strength and backbone to men who had never seen
war, and they would continue the training of these vassals.
She had kept a portion of her mercenary companies in the free cities ready to
move.  They had trained hard to maintain combat shape while enjoying the
whorehouses and spending their wages in those cities, making both the merchants
and the prostitutes happy.
Troop ships were now in those ports.  Those men were to head to the beachheads
just below the New Gift, the Weeping River and between Ramsgate and Oldcastle. 
She had small holding forces in those beachheads.  Soon they would be filled
with trained fighters ready to take the fight to House Stark if necessary, or
to the Wall if that was the measure she should take.
She sat alone in her chambers.  She had refused Tyrion’s offer to have Chataya
bring her a beautiful woman to wile away the night and get some ‘rest and fun’
as Tyrion put it.  Lately, she had wanted to simply masturbate.  She was not
sure why, but the allure of sleeping with different women had, for now at
least, lost its appeal.
She was far too wound up for that anyway.  She felt like an overwrought
spring.  Damn that Eddard Stark.  If he would just communicate with me, I would
side with him in an instant - if he would but give me a chance! 
The Great Houses were ready to march at her command.  Dorne, the Stormlands,
and the Reach were firmly behind her without any fear of chicanery.  These
houses had reason to follow her loyally.
The House of the Kraken were still a pain in her ass, but in some ways this had
worked out for her.  She was keeping much of the forces of Casterly Rock in
their native stronghold to keep an eye on the Iron Islands.  She was keeping
the navies of both House Lannister and Tyrell on the western coast of
Westeros.  She knew the Iron Islanders would use any weakening of those forces
to raid and marauder up and down the coast.
She had the forces she needed.  Her problem was she was still unsure how to use
them.
Damn Eddard Stark!
Ygritte
It had been a little over three weeks since their last visit to the far North. 
Jon had hesitated to send them back again.  They had been exhausted from their
previous back-to-back visits to the camp of the Ice King.
Jon had reasoned that magical or not, the Ice King would need time to recover
from his wounds.  They too had time to recover.
Jon had also become exhausted.  He was working nearly twenty hours a day,
pushing the Crows and the Free Folk to train and prepare for the coming
Others.  The Dead had started to appear at the Wall already, probing and
looking for weaknesses.
Jon had pulled all his scouting parties back to the Wall.  They were not going
to be taking the fight to the enemy - the enemy was going to have to come to
them.
They made sure that all parties had plenty of fire arrows and now they had
arrows and spearheads tipped with Dragon Glass as well.  A party had been
ambushed two days ago and they lost four men, but seventeen of the undead
Others had been killed as well.
He told his wives that night he couldn’t wait for that news to reach the Ice
King.  They had weapons to fight with.  Many of the arrows that had missed
shattered, and some of the spear tips had broken when they were pulled out of
the dead bodies, but there were plenty more ready and waiting.
His wives had felt an Ice Wight nearby, watching. 
Jon was sure more reconnaissance raids would be occurring.  Despite these
probes up and down the Wall, Jon was certain that the Ice King would make his
assault at Castle Black. When they asked him why he thought that, he could only
say it was his battle instincts.  He felt the Ice King would want to beat his
ancestral enemy at the seat of their power.  Also, legends had it that this was
the site of the Ice King’s death.  He would want to avenge that death with
victory at the spot of his first death.
Three more shipments of Dragon Glass weapons had arrived. The stream of weapons
coming north was increasing as Jon’s father got his artisans fully trained and
set up his shifts.  Troops from the far Northern Lords and Keeps were now
arriving at the Wall as well.
Jon was using these troops to man the rest of the abandoned forts and boost up
the troop levels at those that were already occupied.  Jon was convinced the
attack would be head on, but he had to prepare for the eventually if he was
wrong.
She and Melisandre had walked up and down the top of the Wall, probing the
thick forests for their enemies.  They could feel the icy touch of Ice
Wrights.  They would be there, and then disappear.  They were anxious to see
their husband drive his sword deep into the body of the Ice King and kill the
son of a bitch.
As they searched, Jon met with the newest lords that had arrived. He was
forming a military reserve to meet any breach or send to other parts of the
Wall if required.
Ygritte and Melisandre made heated love for hours while Jon was occupied,
exhausting their bodies with their intense love for each other.  They had
rolled around on the bed in a sixty-nine, devouring swollen pussies and sucking
feverously on each other clits with long, deep, hard sucks.  They had
simultaneous orgasms that made exhausted clits scream in almost agonizing
pleasure.  Their full throated screams of blistering ecstasy muffled and
swallowed by cunts that swallowed deep wallowing mouths and hard sucking lips
on shiny diamond hard clits.
Finally their orgasms waned.  They weakly decoupled and Ygritte turned around. 
With their faces soaked in cum and sweat they locked lips and gagged in pure
love with their tongues wrapped around each other and dancing deep in
Melisandre’s mouth.  Their eyes had rolled back and spasmed hard in their
skulls as their spirits freed themselves from exhausted and satiated bodies.
Their entwined spirts sped north at a speed that no animal could hope to match
or even attempt.
Soon they were over the bog of their hosts and their essences slowly sunk into
it.  They felt the cold and slim of the bog, but it did not touch their inner
essences.  Soon their spirits had settled into the frozen elk.  Their spirts
thrashed his limbs to kick free of the roots and clinging mud that attempted to
suck the kicking animal back down into its deadly embrace.
 They emerged and fired up the dead animals eyes with the ghostly blue sheen of
the Others.
They could see immediately that order had been restored to the army of their
enemy.  The dead were even thicker on the frozen plains.  The Ice King was
clearly calling all forces to gather together from wherever they had been.
They quickly saw the Ice King.  He no longer appeared weak and devastated.  He
strode around his camp confidently, with a strong step.  He walked from group
to group of ice wrights. 
The witches could see a big difference.  Before the Ice Wrights never seemed to
be doing anything organized.  Now many of the wrights were training one-on-one
with their ice blue swords.  Others were forming loose formations and working
their swords in harmonic unison.
The Shadowbenders saw that the Ice Wrights only had swords.  That was good to
know.  At least Jon only had to worry about their enemies only having one kind
of weapon - they did not have to worry about arrows or spears hurled towards
them.
They shambled to the edge of the army and with their magical sight could see
far out into the frozen wastes, where more dead were shambling in to join the
camp.  The Ice King was definitely calling in his forces.
They moved slowly through the camp.  They saw the some of the young and teenage
ice wrights being fed directly by the Ice King, along with some of his
strongest sons.  They surmised that the Ice King was near finished the growing
of his youngest sons.  There would be no more conversions.
When they moved towards the frozen throne they nearly stumbled.
The Horn of Winter was missing.
They had slowly turned around and neared the Ice King again, and when he turned
they saw that it was strung over his body and close to his non-existent heart. 
The Ice King climbed up on top of a dead mammoth and started to call out in a
loud voice.
The witches listened to his strange language.  They murmured a spell, mentally
keeping their magic buried in the body of the elk.
“My sons, soon we will be marching to the hated Wall.” He lifted the horn from
around his body and shook it hard.  “I will sound the Horn of Winter and we
will watch it come crashing down.  We will then kill the hated Crows, as they
killed us with fire and dragon glass.  We will slaughter our enemies and then
sweep South, rampaging and killing all of the hated hot bloods!
“We will take their lands like we were born to do, and make it into our image. 
We will make this whole land our own. We will make it into a paradise - forever
cold and filled with the darkness we crave and love.
“My sons, prepare yourselves for the coming battle. Give yourself to it
totally.  Some of us will fall as soldiers always must, but for every death
resolve yourselves and fill you hearts with greater anger and hate for our
detested enemies!
“I am calling in the dead from across the North. They shall be our shock troops
to deplete the hot bloods and we will kill the remainder.
“Let us prepare for victory.  Once the last of our brothers have reached
majority, we will begin our march south.  When we arrive at the Wall, I will
sound this horn and the Wall that has stood for eight thousand years will come
crashing down, and with it, the hopes of our enemies.
“We will march on to total victory … are you with me my sons?  Are you ready to
march to victory and death to our enemies?!”
A large shout echoed across the barren plains by every throat of the Ice
Wrights.  All were totally behind their father.  They could only be for their
father - their very existence was owed to him.
The women of Asshai had seen enough. They slowly in a circuitous path, then
went back to their bog and sunk their elk back into his icy grave.
When they came back to their bed, they found their bodies enveloped by the body
of their sweet husband.  He pulled them tight against himself, sensing they had
returned to him.
His exhausted wives curled into him.
They slowly told him what they had seen.
After they had finished, Ygritte asked: “What does it mean Jon?”
Jon hugged them tighter. “They will be coming south soon.”
They had discussed the growth rate of the children of the Ice King.  Jon
estimated they had maybe six weeks before they began their march.
The dead not need rest, but they moved slowly. Their rate of progress was maybe
two or three miles per hour over frozen flatland.  Much of the route to the
Wall would be through thick forest, and that would slow them down even more. 
They still had time, but war was coming.
Eddard
Eddard had been waiting for Jon’s wives to again perform reconnaissance on the
kingdom of the Ice King.  He needed that intelligence.  When Jon had sent a
Raven telling his father that yes indeed, the Ice King had survived his fight
with the Queen, Eddard felt his heart sink.
He had simply never considered the Queen would fight the Ice King without him. 
She did not even truly believe in the Ice King and yet she had fought him.
There was no doubt she had been brought into this whole thing by taking Bran to
the Tree of Life.  A Stark had needed to get to the Tree of Life, and a
Targaryen had gotten him there.  He should have known from his son’s rambling
prophecies while in his coma that there was a very strong possibility of this
occurring.
He slammed his fist on the table in the war room.  He was alone, and allowed
his emotions to show.
He had been so focused on his warhe had overlooked the obvious. He knew deep
down his own son was to be involved in the future of Westeros, but did not put
much thought into it.
No.  He was too busy focusing on battle tactics and troop movements on the
battlefield.
It was a wasted opportunity.  A huge wasted opportunity.  He was sure the Queen
must have been surprised by her meeting with the Ice King and she still nearly
defeated him.  Surely the Queen was not that arrogant.  To think she was so
mighty that she could defeat the Ice King one-on-one. 
Eddard rolled his fingers on the table top.  Then again, she had almost killed
the Ice King.  Maybe she was that powerful. With just a little more force by
her side, the threat would have been removed.  The Ice King would have been
killed rather than grievously wounded.
There was nothing to do for it now.  The Ice King had recovered.  A mortal man
that had been that harshly wounded would have needed half a year at the least
to recover, and much more likely a full year.  The Ice King was not a mortal
man.  He had feared that the Ice Wight would recover much quicker, and he was
right.
He had sent a raven back to his son that he needed his wives to go back
immediately to the far North to check on the recovery rate of the Ice King.
A raven had come back immediately.  His wives could not go back to the North
for some time.  The magic they used to go North was very draining.  He had
never told his father how they were able to spy on the Ice King until now. 
Eddard was impressed.  To animate a dead animal and then spend hours walking
among the dead and Ice Wrights was shocking. 
My gods, Eddard thought, the sheer bravery of such an act by these women.  To
go into the camp of their mortal enemy camp on foot!  To do it over and over
when at any moment they could be discovered.  With magic you could never
predict how it would manifest itself.  Their deaths would be hideous if they
erred. 
He admired them even more for it.
After that, Eddard had responded to his son, telling him that he waited
patiently for his wives to recover their strength. 
They finally had.  He could have done without his son’s rather vivid
descriptions of how they prepared for their missions, though.  He knew Jon was
tweaking him, and it had worked. 
His fears had been fulfilled.  The Ice King had indeed recovered fully or was
near full recovery.  The Ice King was pulling his forces together and was
preparing them for the coming war.
Eddard was just thankful that Ice King had a conservative nature.  The Wight
wanted to grow the last of his children.  Eddard shivered, thinking of the
fates of those Ice Wrights.  He knew what those Ice Wrights had been before
they were turned.  He felt anger boiling in his veins at the thought.
The fucking bastard did not even have the decency to create his troops from
whatever spawned his vile existence.  In the oldest scrolls he read hints but
he refused to believe that they had been created by the first people to fight
the Starks who waged unremitting war on them.  Could his ancestors been that
blind.  That stupid.  It galled him to give any credence to such writings. 
He could only hope that his blade was the one to cut him down in the end. He
would gladly sacrifice his life to deliver that blow.
Eddard wished for more time.  He had just sent five more wagons full of Dragon
Glass to the Wall.  More wagon trains were moving North full of food staples,
weapons and articles for the war camps that would be forming soon.
His regular troops were honed to a razor’s edge.  The conscriptions had been
trained up and were ready to move in mass to the North.  Eddard had wanted
another few months.  He wanted to give Arya time in King’s Landing to form her
relationship with the Queen. 
He would make do with what little time was left.  It would take time for the
Ice King to grow his last children and then march his dead through thick
forests and then form up in front of the Wall.
The thought of the Horn of Winter in the Ice King’s hands was horrifying to
contemplate. He could only hope the horn in the Ice King’s hands was a fake. 
He had a smile on his face when he imagined the Ice King looking at his horn
strangely when the Wall did not crash down.
If the Wall did come down, it would be a totally different look on the Ice
King’s face.  Eddard did not want to consider that.
He had his pickets reporting back to him on the beachheads the Queen had
established on his Lands.  He smiled grimly.  Four days ago on the southernmost
beach twelve ships had landed with obvious mercenary troops.  They had
immediately started setting up camp and defensive positions.
He hoped this was the beginning of a large scale invasion.  If they came north
as he hoped, the bards in future ages would sing of the cagey old wolf.  If
those troops fell on his defenseless cities, they would be singing dirges and
very sarcastic and insulting songs of his idiocy. And he would deserve every
word of the songs.
He knew Daenerys was absolutely savage on the battlefield.  He was not sure he
would survive fighting her one on one.
He needed to be ready for the Ice King.  He knew the Wight would be filled with
a rage for having been defeated and humiliated on the field of combat.  His
defeat would fuel the monster to come up with a plan to crush his enemies.
Eddard was worried that the Ice King was developing plans to fight Daenerys
when next they met.  Her dragons and her own power had probably surprised and
shocked him.  He would not be so easily fooled again.
He had sent out ravens to Riverun and the Vale.  Responses from each had come
back just yesterday.  Edmure and Jon Arryn had sworn total allegiance to him.
 They would follow him ‘to hell and back’, to quote Edmure.  He hoped it
wouldn’t come to that.
They had agreed with his strategy from the start.  He knew they were trusting
him completely.  They may have had their doubts initially, but they were close
enough to the Wall to feel its call on the very foundations of their being.
In four days Riverrun would send a raven to King’s Landing.  With their greater
distance from King’s Landing Eddard and Jon would send ravens in three days.
Hopefully, all ravens would arrive at the Red Keep at approximately the same
time.  He wanted the Queen to be shocked at what all of the letters would
reveal.  He had to be ready for the coming host of his enemy and he needed to
act now. The time for waiting was over.
He would love to wait another week, and better twice that to give Arya time to
get established at King’s Landing.  He sighed.  The needs of the many
outweighed the needs of the few or the one.  He had faith in his wild
daughter.  She would bend the Queen to her will by sheer force of personality –
she would have to.
Arya’s love for a woman she had not even met yet would prove irresistible.  He
had read of the rumors of the Queen’s sexual appetite.  She would not be able
to resist Arya and her innocent ardor.  Her love would be like a quiver to the
Queen’s heart. 
Eddard shook his head at his turn of poor poetry.
Lord Stark sighed and walked down the hall.  He wore his full coat of mail
armor, with Morning Star in its scabbard on his side.  He walked into the War
Council room. 
All took in his formal attire.  He looked like a man of past great exploits. 
To many in the room, he was already becoming a legend. 
Eddard looked around the room.  His children met his gaze with intense eyes. 
He had called the three of them to him last night and told him of his decision.
They had all agreed with full support.  Robb was anxious to meet the enemy on
the field of battle. Sansa and Margaery were anxious to make sure they kept the
logistics in place and running with one hundred percent efficiency.  Plus, they
would, in time, have to meet the Queen. 
One way or another Winterfell would be a pivotal point in the upcoming war.  He
was leaving it basically defenseless, so he was completely trusting in his
judgment of the Queen.
The Tyrell ‘hostage’ and his daughter’s wiles would be enough. 
Loras was riding north with him.  The youth had almost gotten on his knees
begging to come north to fight in his army.  “I’ll die if I am left behind,
Eddard. This is the great war of our time; I must fight in it!”
Eddard could not deny him this.  It was foolish youthful brashness but still -
he had been that age once.  The young man was a great fighter, and in truth,
his sword would be needed.
“It is time,” Eddard said. “The North needs to break from the South.  The Crown
has not supported our need to confront and defeat the enemy who will soon be at
the Wall.  I am breaking with the Crown.  From this day forth I declare myself
the King of the North.  Let us call our banners and march to greatness!
“With your support, we will meet the challenge of our time and reestablish our
independence from the King’s Landing and take back what was once ours!”
The men around the table erupted into wild cheers and thumped the desk with
fists and swords and ax pommels.
Their natural distrust and longing for past greatness made it easy to support
Eddard Stark.
Eddard needed their full support for this final goad to the Queen.
She hated sedition.  She would come to the North with her hosts behind her. 
Her own Houses would demand it. They would never let House Stark have that much
power.  Their fear, insecurity and outright jealousy would ensure that.
Eddard smiled and took the clapping on his shoulders and humbly accepted his
men’s congratulations.
Inside he was tense and agitated.  He hated this Game of Thrones.  He was
letting forces loose he hoped he could control.  He had no desire for this
throne of the North - he was just doing what he needed to defeat the threat to
all.
I just hope I can put the genie back in the bottle, he thought, remembering a
tale ole Nan used to tell him when he was a young child.
He sighed as the room emptied.  He had to survive dragons and Ice Wrights and
maybe other magical creatures.  And if he survived them, then he had to survive
possible monsters that would look much like him.
Gods he hated the Game of Thrones.
Daenerys
Daenerys was having a very bad day.  She sat on the Iron Throne seething as the
points and barbs of the half melted swords were doing wicked things to her ass
cheeks.  Not the pleasurable kind, either. 
She had been put into a foul mood at her sitting of the Small Council that
morning.  The news had been sour.
It was obvious that Eddard was ramping up his efforts, whatever they may have
been.  Troops were moving more openly.  They were generally moving North. Why? 
She was sure she knew, but she had deposed the threat.
She had told Eddard of this!  She had told him over and over with her messages
getting more strident.  He had the gall to ignore her!
Worse, with her Klutch of Confidents asking questions of her victory in the far
North she had increasingly come to doubt it. To doubt her great victory! 
Why wouldn’t the man talk to her? 
She could see a logic behind it.  He was giving the whole realm a reason to
attack him.  He was goading her to act, and the mighty houses were getting
tired of his insolence. 
He even had Highgarden and Dorne talking nice to each other in the need to
teach this ‘dog’ or ‘bloody fucking wolf’ a lesson in obedience.
In a way, she admired his almost flawless playing of the Game of Thrones.
She had brought this to Tyrion’s attention very loudly in the Small Council. 
He had, to his credit, endured her mocking comments.
“My sweet Tyrion, I remember you vouching for this great man Eddard Stark. What
do you have to say now?  Huummmmm?  … Why so silent?”
She had not been happy when Tyrion brought up that maybe he felt the need to do
what he did because he felt the Crown and the land of the South would never
heed the call of the Wall.
She had lost it for a few minutes.  She had screamed and stomped her feet in
her ire.  Once her anger finally dissipated, she sat down and twirled her
daggers, nicking her finger. She never cut herself! 
The bad day gotten worse.
Varys got up when it came time to give his reports.  He had indeed used the
turmoil occurring in the North to find spies to feed the Queen information she
desperately needed. 
A young, spurned noble had been given a tour of the defenses being erected
around Winterfell designed specifically to fight her dragons, Varys reported.  
These defenses were being duplicated around the realms of Stark, Tully and
Arryn.
This got Daenerys’ attention. She was very protective of her dragons.
She had felt her anger boil and her rage erupt with this fucking man’s audacity
in devising ways to hurt and possibly kill her children!
She had gripped her chair arms as she heard of forests of scorpions being
erected around every major population center and gathering of troop
encampments.  All Targaryens learned to hate the word “scorpion” after the
tragic and vile death of Rhaenys by one while attacking Dorne.
She had seethed at that, but Eddard’s new inventions left her mouth hanging
open.
He had somehow science out that her dragons did much of their damage by
physical attack.  Her dragons jumped and trampled many of their enemies to
death.  A dragon had only so much flame, so much magical energy they could
expend in a given time. They used their bulk and weight as an equal weapon
after their flame allowed them to get close to their enemies.  Her sons relied
on their hard iron scales to protect them from men holding weapons.
Eddard had dug pits and long trenches that had been marked on maps.  His troops
knew where they were and would lure her dragons in.  The pits were covered and
the bottoms filled with long fire-hardened wood spears and iron pikes.  The
dragon’s own weight would impale them to their death.
Then the spy had been shown trebuchets with pouches filled with iron weights
with fine, razor sharp wire attached to them.  The great mass of projectiles
would be fired up into the flight path of the dragons, with the wires either
cutting deadly slashes through her dragon’s wings or hopelessly fouling their
wings and crippling them.
Most of the cities in the North had forests near them.  In the Vale mountains
were everywhere.  Eddard was having platforms put in the trees and in hidden
coves on the mountains near the population centers.  Scorpions were being put
onto these platforms.
As her dragons banked from an attack run, these platforms would shoot at their
much less armored bellies.
Worse yet, a Samwell Tarly, of the Nights Watch, had figured out her dragons
had the ability to see body heat.  The guide on the spy’s trip among the
defenses of Winterfell had boasted they had figured a way to hide themselves
away from such vision.
Varys had been most proud of his report.  His other spy suggested that most
supplies that the North was gathering was either going to Winterfell and to the
Wall.
Damnit that made no sense! The queen fumed.  He was splitting his efforts.  No
commander of Stark’s intelligence would do that!
Why wouldn’t this fucking bastard communicate with her!  She had toyed with the
idea of flying Drogon North and challenging Eddard Stark on a field of battle
like the knights of old. She would fantasize of this, but then quickly put that
idea away.  If Eddard Stark was indeed a traitor, he would ambush and kill
her.  She had not fought so hard and sacrificed so much to throw it all away
foolishly.
The other reason she put that fantasy away was the fact she might well lose
such a one-on-one fight with Eddard Stark.
Soon after her Stark troubles had begun she had asked Barristan of Eddard’s
prowess with the sword. Barristan had paused a long time, thinking.  When it
came to sword fighting Selmy was very analytical in his appraisal. 
“You would beat him,” Barristan had begun as Daenerys felt her pride swelling,
“if you got very, very, very lucky.  I doubt I could beat him, my Queen.  He is
the best swordsman I have ever seen.” 
That pricked her pride back down to size.
Daenerys hated thinking of the danger she would have to put her dragons in to
attack Eddard directly.  He had taken away her greatest weapon.
She had only listened half-interested when Tyrion had spoken up, arguing that
this sudden wealth of information was suspicious. 
“It is almost like he wants us to know this.” Tyrion had said, looking around
the table.
None were too interested in hearing him.  Most around the table just wanted
this problem resolved one way or the other.
The small council meeting had ended shortly after that with a fuming Daenerys. 
She now went to the thorn room to give audience to most likely petty
grievances.  They were really mind numbing at times.
So now her ass was really killing her and listening to people cry and blabber
on about a few feet of property.  She was idly wondering if she should just
burn down the fucking building.
Suddenly, Grand Maester Harsch Lape came into the audience chamber of the Iron
Throne.  He was carrying three scrolls with broken seals.  She had known the
moment he had entered looking so pale just where those scrolls had come from.
She had left orders to not have them brought here where the common populace
could hear the contents so she knew it was serious. His pale countenance only
added to the bad feeling rapidly filling her body.
“My Grace!  Eddard Stark has declared himself King of the North!”
“FFFFUUCCCKKKKKK!” Daenerys exploded up and off of the throne.
“He says that he must declare his independence to meet the need of the realm. 
He rid—”
“SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear the words of this fucking traitor!  Gods
dammit!  I will have his fucking head for this!”
The other two scrolls were read with their declaration of succeeding from the
throne and joining their forces to the King of the North.
“This is fucking shit!” Daenerys screamed in rage.
Tyrion tried to say something.
“Shut the fuck up Tyrion … I’ll gut you if you speak up for this fucking
traitorous bastard one more breath!” Daenerys’ eyes burned, raging anger down
at her Hand.
Tyrion’s eyes were large as he shut his mouth.  He was using discretion at the
moment to survive the sudden hurricane Daenerys Targaryen that formed on the
throne.
The Queen had switched back to her native tongue of High Valyria, screaming,
then suddenly she had her two main daggers out and thrashed them about as she
raged and stomped her feet.
Everyone looked at the Queen, her rage something frightful to watch.  The room
was so silent one could hear a pin drop when finally the Queen had stopped
lashing and screaming. 
A runner came into the room.  He looked around and found Grey Worm.  They left
together. A few minutes later the runner came back and found Barristan, and
whispered in his ear. 
Barristan’s eyes flared open.  “My Queen!” he called out.
Daenerys had sat back down on the throne, slumped back.  She appeared stunned
at the turn of events. She only looked down at him in response.
“Arya Stark of House Stark wishes to entreat with you. She comes claiming she
has a personal communication from Eddard Stark.” He calmly told his Queen.
The Queen stood up slowly.  “Who is here?” she asked softly.
“Arya Stark, my Queen.  She bears a message from Eddard Stark.  I feel this
shows—”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SEND FOR THIS TRAITOROUS BITCH!” the Queen screamed.
“My Queen, I ask—”
“Don’t question me, soldier!”
“She is armed as is tradition … I recommend we disarm her in this situation.”
“I fear no one, Barristan. If she is a traitor, I will gut her on the spot!”
“Daenerys … Dany, calm down!  I implore you!  You are not thinking clearly at
the moment!”
“I. Said. Do. Not. Question. Me.” Daenerys barked viciously in a slow deadly
voice, her face a stone mask.
“I will send her in after she is disarmed.”
“Did you fucking hear me … send her in as she is!  I am more than equal to any
challenge from a fucking teenage girl!”
“Under protest, my Queen.” Barristan sent word to Grey Worm.
After a few minutes the Queen was so agitated she jumped back up off of the
throne.  She paced around for a minute fuming before sitting down again.
The page came back and whispered in Barristan’s ear.  He turned calmly to
inform the Queen that the daughter of Eddard Stark awaited outside.
“Let the fucking BITCH in!” Daenerys screamed shrilly.
A young girl entered.
She had been so furious she had completely forgotten her earlier fascination
with the Stark girl.  Her attentions had been sadly wasted, she saw.
This girl was bedraggled and confused looking.  Her body was covered in mud and
filth that half covered her face and matted her hair.  Her clothes soaked in
mud and offal.  No emissary would enter like this.  Clearly this endeavor was
beyond the poor looking urchin.
She looked around like a clueless child.
She was wearing weapons she obviously did not know how to use.  The reports on
this ‘wolf child’ had completely exaggerated this girl’s martial prowess.  She
was a fucking pretender.
The girl took a tentative, weak step forward.  “I-I-I bring a message from my
father … I come in peace and offer the peace of my House.”  She held up the
scroll with the Royal seal of House Stark.  “This is from my father … please
take it.” the young woman asked meekly.
Maester Lape came over to Arya and took the message from her limp wrist. 
The girl was weak.  Maester Lape went up the steps to Queen and handed the
scroll to her.
The girl looked at her like a weak fawn. 
“Fuck this traitorous scum’s message!” the Queen screamed, throwing the message
down behind the throne.  She glared down at the envoy from the North.
“That was from my father!” the girl cried out.
The girl sounded so innocent.  She looked wounded by the Queen’s actions.  The
look made Daenerys’ guts twist for some reason, as if she wanted to rush down
the steps of the Iron Throne and comfort the girl in her arms.  Daenerys looked
closer at the Stark girl, seeing her steel grey eyes looking up at her so full
of intent and innocent purpose.  The color of her eyes was so beautiful….
What is wrong with me!
NO!  this girl must be a master at the arts of the mummers!
“Shut your mouth, you fucking traitor!”
“What?!” the northerner exclaimed, her back stiffening slightly.
Thank the gods she has a little backbone, Daenerys sneered.  She looked at the
girl again, remembering what she had seen from Viserion’s eyes.  She had been
so alluring.  She had clearly misjudged the girl.  Still her eyes were …
No. This is some kind of fucking trap!
“Send this child … this little girl - away from me. She’s weak and ineffectual,
her weapons merely props in some mummer’s play. I will hold her as a royal
hostage.” The Queen spoke, sitting back down and dismissing the trifling girl
named Arya Stark with a negligent dismissive wave of her hand.
Arya
Arya was stunned at this turn of events.  She had dreamed of this moment for
months and months since she had known she would be the emissary of the North.
The Queen was supposed to see her for the great warrior she was.  The queen was
supposed to fall in love with her! 
She moved to stand before the Iron Throne, looking around at everyone.  Their
faces were fearful and terribly anxious.  She held her bow limply in her hand. 
This was not the reception she had dreamed of.  No honor and no fidelity, only
anger and boiling rage. 
What was going on?
“But but … my message!” Arya said weakly.  Why was everyone so anxious and
fearful looking? Why was the Queen attacking her and calling dispersions on her
House … what was wrong?!
“My father is a great man!” Arya called up to the Queen.
“Your father is a traitor and a dog … and you are just a weak little female
wolf cub … one who THINKS she is a warrior—playing with weapons she can’t even
use. Be gone, little girl!”
Something snapped in Arya then, as her dreams of love and battle by her Queen
and wife’s side shattered.
Faster than the eye could follow, her grip on her bow tightened and came up,
and she pulled two arrows out of her quiver, stringing them in one fluid motion
and then letting them loose up at the Iron Throne and the head of Daenerys
Targaryen.
***** Clash of Beasts *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: Daenerys Targaryen finally meets Arya Stark
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                  Chapter 29
                                Clash of Beasts
                             (Love at First Fist)
    Daenerys / Missandei / Daenerys / Arya / Syrio Forel / Arya / Daenerys
 
Daenerys
-Thwok Thwok-
Daenerys sat rock still, her hearing attuned to the sounds just beside each
ear.  She slowly turned her head right, and then left, to see arrows embedded
in the Iron Throne not a half inch from those very ears.  The arrowheads were
buried in nooks and slats in the dragon-forged seat of blades of House
Targaryen’s conquered foes.  The shafts and fletching were still quivering from
impact.  The Queen’s violet eyes were wide open in stunned shock.  She looked
back and forth between the arrows.  Then she stared down at the emissary from
the Starks.
The first thought that roared through to mind was who let this bitch in with
her weapons?!,but she quickly remembered that she herself did.  That only
fueled her anger.
Several more thoughts rushed through Daenerys’ mind all at once.  The nerve of
this impudent pup! How dare she?Followed by:I didn’t even see her move!
Barristan looked chagrined, his sword only one-third of the way out of its
scabbard.  He stared at the young girl with rising ire - an anger that was
matched by the teen Stark.  Daenerys found herself looking down and staring
into the girl’s eyes. Her eyes are so steel grey, it’s intoxicating— no! She
just made me look a fool!  That cannot be permitted.
Daenerys noticed movement along the ranks of her unsullied and the red cloaks.
 The shock over the Stark’s sudden aggression was fading.  Weapons were being
unsheathed, and Unsullied were raising their spears as their bodies tensed,
moving forward.
“Nēdyssy sesīr.” the Queen commanded.  Most of the Unsullied obeyed instantly,
but the red cloaks were moving forward with swords and battle axes drawn.  A
few bold Unsullied continued advancing on the Stark Princess, heedless of the
Queen’s command.  “El so nēdyssy sesīr!”she roared again before switching to
the common tongue. “Stand down … I will handle this.”
The Unsullied moved back against the wall.  She glared at the few red cloaks
who thought of defying her, and they quickly bowed as they moved back as well.
The Queen returned her attention to her attacker, and felt her anger rise anew.
The Stark emissary looked up at Daenerys, her angry gray eyes blazing.  The
child feels no shame! But gods her eyes are so beautiful, just like they were
when I saw them through Viserion …- argh! Daenerys’ mind was trying to flare
her anger from a bonfire into the flames of a rising dragon.
The Queen instinctively knew the girl had not attempted to kill her.  She could
see the Stark was a master of the bow, and she would be dead now if the girl
had wanted it. That truth shocked her. All of her sacrifices could have been
made for naught in a blink of an eye in that moment.
That thought finally kindled her rage.
Her internal dialogue over, the Queen jumped up out of the Iron Throne.  A
primal scream ripped from her throat as she threw her head back.  Her two long-
trusted advisors, who had witnessed her Dragon Rising before, still watched in
fascination. This was not Essos, and the Stark girl was a highly valuable
commodity.
 “You fucking bitch!” Daenerys screamed down at the young Stark who began to
shake, her eyes wide though the Queen did not notice while her dander was in
full bloom.  The Stark girl only now realized what she had just done.
Daenerys’ head snapped around to look at Barristan. “Bantis zōbrie issa se
ossȳngnoti lēdys azantys Barristan. Belmurtī ivestrās kesīr pōnte jiōrinna se
pōjon obūljarion mazōrīnna. Lodaor hēnkos vējose hae Stark botilza.Valo limāt
manaertoty Yunkai se lo elēnar tāemītsos!” the General’s head bowed down in
shame.  “Tolī rhūqo lōtinti, kostilus.” She barked at him a final time before
glaring back at the befuddled emissary, who did not understand a word of High
Valyrian.
The queen stormed to the end of the dais, her arms jerking in small motions. 
She turned around and looked at Missandei with fire in her violet eyes.  “Ñuhor
līr Missandie gūrēnna kēlio kepa Syrio Forel bardugon Vīlībāzmosa iderennī se
emilun hūrenkon qogror se lo paktot!” The young scribe gulped and nodded her
head.
Tyrion was not so inured to Dany’s vicious outbursts, and he felt his manhood
shrinking again. 
The young queen continued to storm around on the platform cursing.  “Vīlībāzma
El a Sīkudi nopāzmi!” the Queen sneered at the Stark.  “Keso Glaesot iderēptot
Sīkudi daor hēnkos vējose hae.” She stomped her foot.
“Missandei, Qringōntan se naenna, thoros, … Thoros!” she yelled when the girl
still had not moved. The scribe quickly scurried away to do her Queen’s
bidding.
The platinum-tressed queen continued to storm around, fuming, then staring down
hard at the Stark girl before huffing loudly on the dais.  “Lonir drējior issa
syt … … ūndon daor se.” the Queen muttered darkly.
Missandei
The translator and scribe felt her body flare with the rebuke from her Queen.
This was a first, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.  Daenerys had
always been gentle with her, but the Stark obviously had her Queen rattled.
The way she had insulted Barristan for not protecting her from the girl when
she had overridden him not once, but twice in warning was unfair.  And then to
compare him to a Yunkai dung beetle on top of it – that was quite unseemly.
The Stark heir had been rash beyond all measure to be certain, but to call her
a ‘gods dammed fucking twat’, and ‘a motherfucking piece of horse shit’, had
made the queen look smaller to the scribe. She’d noticed that the few men in
the throng who spoke the Queen’s mother tongue were left snorting from the
tavern language, though.
Missandei had watched her queen up on the dais, raging and looking down at the
Stark girl when she thought that she had finally started to calm.  However
instead of calming, her Queen would just get agitated again.
This type of anger was different from what Daenerys usually displayed. When the
Queen felt threatened, frightened or challenged in the past, her anger was icy
and deathly frightful.  This time, the Queen merely raged, her foot stomping
the throne platform as her arms waved and slashed, fuming and snarling
deprecating remarks down at the Stark girl.
It made Missandei wonder. She saw the intensity that the Queen stared down at
the Stark girl with.  Could it be…? Then the queen’s rebuke registered, and
she’d rushed to flee out of the room.
She ran to the small chamber where Syrio Forel kept office, near the outer wall
of the Red Keep.  It was near the practice fields he maintained while training
the Queen, and her closest guards and fellow warriors.
“Syrio!” Missandei called out, bending over and gripping her knees. The man got
up and quickly came over to her, rubbing her heaving back. 
“What is wrong?” Syrio asked. “Is the Queen in danger?”
“No, no … get two practice swords, sized for women, and come back with me to
the throne room.” Missandei answered. 
As the weapons master retrieved the two practice swords from the racks, the
small scribe explained to him what had transpired before the Iron Throne.
Missandei expressed to him that it was absolutely notSelmy’s fault, and told
him how the Queen had unfairly defamed him.  It had been difficult to witness;
Missandei thought of the General as a father figure.
Syrio Forel smiled, showing his appreciation for the young scribe’s nature to
defend those she loved.
They walked at a quick pace back down the halls to the throne room.
Missandei had to push and shove her way through the throng that had formed
around the four entry points to the great hall, with Syrio helping her she was
able to forge a path back into the throne room. She saw that her Queen was
still muttering deprecations as she stalked back and forth.
The Queen spotted her and the weapons master carrying the practice swords.
Daenerys stiffened with a feral smile.  Missandei saw that Daenerys intended to
teach the poor Stark girl a lesson that would humiliate her, and she felt a
pang of sympathy.
“Jemot!” the Queen ordered, and Missandei and Syrio moved up to the throne.
Missandei spotted warriors and some nobles gathering together, whispering and
looking around furtively.  Syrio noticed the same, shaking his head with sad
understanding. The oddsmakers were taking bets on how long the Stark girl would
remain upright before Daenerys knocked her unconscious.
 
Arya
Arya looked up as the Queen spotted her weapons master approaching with the
practice swords.  Barristan Selmy had approached her after the little black
girl hurried quickly out of the throne room.  He told her that the Queen was
going to challenge her to a duel with practice swords.
“The Queen is very skilled with the sword, girl.  She is one of the best
swordsmen in both Westeros and Essos.  Only a master could defeat her.  I
advise you to quickly bow to the inevitable. Save yourself a beating, and some
humiliation.” He said in an even tone. 
Then he leaned in and asked softly, up close: “What possessed you, girl?  You
could be tried for treason! Any other ruler would have your head … Daenerys is
hot tempered and hot blooded, but very fair. She will teach you a lesson.  Once
again, I would advise you to learn it quickly and with equanimity.”
Arya’s temper had at first given way to shocked dread, but the General’s words
had reignited her anger.  I never surrender for anyone!  I will be defeated
only if my opponent is my better! Her will to win stiffened her resolve.
The teenager tried to tamp her anger down. She was here to do her father’s
bidding, not to bring shame on her house.
She had been so furious.  She had been hurt by the Queen’s unwarranted
treatment of her.  After all of her hard travel and parched condition, she had
been treated like a dog.  She was her father’s emissary; and to be called a
traitor when her father was a man of great honor was too much.  The queen had
screamed at her that her entire family were traitors, and not worthy of being
her subjects.  Then she had dismissed her as if she was a little girl.  Like
she was some highborn little fawning princess, and not a warrior!  She’d killed
men just to stand before the Queen!
Then she had been summarily dismissed like she did not even matter. 
If Daenerys had been a man, she would have expected it, but, for a woman to
treat her as a man would have had been distressing no end. It had been too
much. She remembered thinking she would show the Queen otherwise, and the rest
had been a blur until she was left standing under the Queen’s ire.
She watched Daenerys stomp down the steps of the Throne.  She remembered the
first time she’d ever seen the Queen, her tall body atop her dragon before the
gates of Winterfell.  She was impressive, up there on the dais - so towering. 
A mythic figure from the legends of old.  Arya noticed that she moved with a
feral grace as she approached, coming closer … closer … no… something is wrong
…what—what happened!
She’s fucking tiny! Arya gaped.  This can’t be … she was six foot, six inches
tall at least—what happened?!  At five foot-three, Arya was used to looking up
to most, and was around eye level with others.  But now she was looking down on
the Queen, who was barely five foot and slight of build - though she could see
that her arms were strong, and corded like her own.  She could also see the
Queen’s beautiful breasts swaying in her loose fitting, formal blouse top … and
gods they were big.
Arya completely missed the Queen glaring at her, she was staring so intently at
Daenerys’ chest.  
“Look me in the eyes, dammit!” Daenerys snapped at her.
Arya broke off her dream session with a loud gulp.  She looked at the Queens’s
face angled up at her. The woman’s purple eyes were so beautiful. 
Arya watched the Queen take a practice sword and twirl it around and over her
hand and wrist with obvious skill.  Then she took her own wooden sword.  She
was most comfortable with Needle, but she was trained with any smaller sword
just as well.
Remembering the kind old man’s words of warning and her mind clouded with lust,
she was ready to submit to the Queen after only making a show of fighting.
Everything changed in an instant.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys was confident.  She had taken the fight out of the girl before the
fight had even begun.
“I will teach you a lesson, dog. I could have you hung for treason! You will be
taught humility, Stark!”
The Queen had been taking many lessons on Westeros from Barristan, learning
history and legends from her homeland since they had met.  She had received
more from Tyrion as well.  What she did not know was that their lessons with
her had a few intentional, glaring omissions.
Her own direct family history had been a subject that was carefully avoided.
She knew her father had been mad and a horrible ruler, but not all of the
specific details of that terrible rule.  She was not her father, and she did
not need to know his personal failures and limitations. 
She did not know she had missed important lessons.
The Stark girl had moved away to swing her sword, and Daenerys saw the more
than rudimentary skill she had received at Winterfell.  In fact Arya seemed
rather well schooled in swordsmanship.  But she herself had been trained by two
of the greatest swordsmen of her time.
Insulting ones foes was expected.  Plus, she wanted to fire up the girl - for
some reason the fire had seem to run out of her. She wanted, no, needed, to see
that fire again.
Stark and Targaryen.  Ice and Fire.  Daenerys pondered the proper insults.
“Come at me Arya! Come and find out what happens to a Stark when they dare
oppose a ruler of the House of Targaryen.  We burn our enemies! Your sword and
your very bones will melt in my righteous flames.  Come before me and I will
reduce you to ash in my holy an—”
“AAAAIIIYYYYEEAAAAH!” the Stark suddenly swirled with a wild madness in her
eyes, and charged at the Queen with a blood curdling scream of hatred. 
 
Arya
Arya now knew the Queen was not beautiful but heinous, and she would knock her
god’s damned teeth down her throat! 
The swords crashed together in a sharp retort that had wood singing. Again and
again the swords collided with resounding clashes.  She slashed and jabbed with
the hard force of her left hand.
Arya snarled as she saw that the Queen Bitch was taken by surprise, as she
noticed all her blows came from the left. She pressed her advantage.  She swung
high at the Queen’s head, and then swept low for the woman’s legs. The Queen’s
sword came down, barely blocking it.
She felt the Queen truly join the fray then, her wooden sword almost a blur as
she swiped and slashed it against her own, before going for jabs to her ribs
and her armpits. Ser Rodrik had trained her well, and recently even Robb and
her father had joined in at times. It had made her love them even more, knowing
they were willing to accept her mother’s withering glances and catty remarks
afterwards. Arya was done with her mother constantly trying to make her into
what she was not.  It got to a point where even Sansahad started to come to her
defense. 
She slashed at the Queen’s arms and legs, and then struck tight, back and forth
windmill swings at the smaller woman’s head, driving her back.  Arya was
nonplussed by the strange, searching look she saw in the royal cunt’s eyes. She
was in frenzy. Throwing her family’s cruel history in her face like that was
too much. Her sword was like a magical implement in her hands, and she used a
double-handed grip to swing devastating blows at the Queen’s head, not caring
at the moment if she split her pretty face wide open.
She grunted with her efforts, her arms shocked with each collision of their
swords. She elbowed the Queen in the ribs, and tried to chop across her thigh,
but the woman kicked her in the knee making Arya stumble.  The Queen hacked
down savagely at Arya’s bent over frame. Arya dove to the floor, leaping to the
side and rolled up into a defense crouch.
The Queen advanced slowly, measuring her and eyeing her with that same strange
look. 
The Queen came in with a two-handed stroke, and Arya met it. The woman suddenly
released her left hand off her sword’s hilt and punched Arya hard in the
temple, staggering the Stark.  Arya blocked the next punch, releasing her right
hand and in a chopping swing, gave the Queen some of her own medicine.  The
Queen’s head snapped back as she growled in pain.  Then Arya delivered a quick
rabbit punch to her face.  The Queen gave her a sharp elbow to her shoulder
that made her cry out in pain.  Arya ducked forward, keeping her sword arm up
to mirror her opponents up high, and punched the Queen hard in her sternum as
she stepped past.
She heard a satisfying grunt, and then she cried out when the hilt of the
Queens sword grazed over her lower back, shocking her kidney.
Pivoting, Arya roared again, slashing wildly.  She used all her strength and
enjoyed hearing the woman grunt and give ground, but their swords locked up and
Arya’s eyes lifted when the smaller woman, lighter by a stone at least, hefted
her up onto her toes and pushed hard, sending her flailing back.
The Queen attacked, hacking high and then low with savage blows.  Arya gave way
until she suddenly noticed a pattern to her sword work.  She developed a
counter on the spot and brushed the woman’s sword off to the side, then swept
in. 
At the last possible moment, the Queen’s free arm came up from underneath,
knocking her sword off to the side just enough to miss its mark.  Now Arya was
on the defensive as the white haired woman jabbed at her face, making Arya lift
her guard to block.
The air exploded out of her lungs with the blunted blade hitting her ribs hard,
bruising them. She spun away and backhanded a blow that got through the woman’s
guard, hitting across her upper left arm, leaving a red mark and torn material.
The two women circled each other, feinting and making sudden thrusts that were
blocked.  Arya was slowly being backed up, her parry blocks barely coming in
time.  She saw the Queen still looking at her as strangely as she had since the
fight had begun.  Arya swung a blow at the woman’s hip, and with her right hand
she threw a punch at the Queen’s face. 
The Targaryen and seen it coming and ducked her head to the side, their swords
shooting past their bodies.  Arya surged forward, and they were pressed to each
other as they instantly gripped each other’s sword arms just above the hilt.
The Queen’s head jammed forward and head-butted Arya in the forehead while the
wolf’s knee came up, catching the Queen hard in the stomach.  They both
staggered back, grimacing in pain.
They both panted for breath, now filmed with a light sheen of sweat.  After a
few moments they came back together again, hurling furious blows at each other.
Both were tiring, but they kept attacking.  The Queen was landing a few slashes
on the younger girl’s arm, and the Stark landed a blow on the Queen’s
hamstring.
The strange look never left the Queen’s eyes, and Arya could not understand
it.  The wolf was still furious, but her rising exhaustion was tempering her
savage anger. They locked swords several times, and the Targaryen’s violet eyes
up close bored into her own, questioning and searching.
They circled around, their hands grappling with each other’s sword arms, not
daring to let go of their opponents lest damage be dispensed.  They both
grunted and swore under their breath.
They rubbed and clasped. They circled up, closely studying each other, in a
dance strange and macabre.  Their dance would continue until one or the other
would surge, and try and take victory.
Their rhythm became agitated each time one or the other broke off to hack and
swing violently.  They moved in sync, with water dance skill from Daenerys, and
with efficient but wild force from Arya.
When they tired, they would clench, shoving,  pushing, and gasping for breath -
all the time studying each other until one or the other sought dominance again,
 and then they would step away and resume their swordplay.
Arya tried to use her heavier frame to her advantage, but she was discovering
that Daenerys’ speed and grace were more than a counter for brute force. 
They had clenched again, circling. The Targaryen’s violet eyes bored into hers
with a hot intensity.  Then Arya understood - the continual strange looks.  The
woman had been just taunting her.  She had no idea why what she had said put
her into blood lust.  Evidently in her exile she had not learned the personal
history sadly linking their houses. She hadn’t even been born at the time.
In that moment, she understood the Queen a little better. 
But it did not matter.
Arya, since the instant she joined the battle, fought to win. Fought hard.  She
had seen the men wagering as they fought, and she knew who they were betting
on.  Damn it! She wanted their respect, and the truth was they only thought of
her as a little girl that would surely lose.  Damn them all, she was a Stark! 
She renewed her attack.
 
Syrio
The sword master had been watching the sword fight closely.  He would step in
immediately if he sensed his queen was in any danger. She may get some bruises
that would take time to heal, and tender ribs along with a few cuts on her
body, but she would be fine.  Daenerys was obviously holding back.  She did not
strike with her full strength and did not use her most advance techniques
against the Stark girl.  She did not want to Arya hurt beyond the measure of
giving her a stinging lesson in court etiquette.  He saw Barristan was doing
the same thing on the other side of the floor in front of the throne.
He was so proud of his student.  Her blows were fast and adroit.  He watched
the Stark girl with a critical eye. She was rough, and while her skill set
while good, it was also basic and unrefined.  Her attacks were ferocious and
untrammeled.  Her left-handedness at first threw his prized student, but she
quickly adjusted to the attacks coming from the unexpected angle.
The two women hacked and parried, but the queen was slowly pressing the
advantage.  He noticed two things:  the Stark girl wasfast.  Daenerys had been
training for going on five years with his intense water dance lessons.  She had
become smoke and mirrors, her movements lightning-fast and sure.  The Stark
should have been torn to ribbons, in the figurative sense.
He knew Daenerys saw it too.  She was puzzled by the girl’s instinctive ability
to adapt to her attacks. The Queen started to randomly put different forms and
patterns together to keep the girl off balance.
The second thing Syrio saw immediately was that this Stark girl was a natural. 
Daenerys had her pressed up against the throne, her forearm held against the
wolf’s throat, restricting her breath.  The queen rasped out through gritted
teeth, “Do you yield?!”
Syrio saw the Stark girl’s eyes flare, and she suddenly surged forward, pushing
his student back and knocking her off balance. With renewed strength and
purpose, the wolf girl rained blows down.
Syrio gasped. That should have been impossible.  The girl was coping with some
of the advanced moves Daenerys had now used on her.  It took years of intense
study and training like he, Barristan and Daenerys had endured to learn.
Muscles had to be trained over and over to memorize, to do even the first
modest steps of master sword work.
The Stark, though exhausted, was utilizing moves that he had spent years
learning.  He knew this was not a random stroke of luck, because the girl
repeatedthem.  The girl was learning merely by seeing and then instinctively
coping.  It was unnatural.  Even more, it was impossible.  Arya’s Stark sudden
use of new techniques was keeping Daenerys off balance, but it was not enough
to keep her from slowly wearing the younger woman down.
Suddenly, the fight was over as Daenerys hooked the crossguard of her
opponent’s sword and twisted her sword across and up.  The motion twisted the
practice sword right out of the Stark’s hand.
Daenerys was breathing heavily, sweat rolling off her face and hands.  Her thin
linen top clung to her body, drenched in sweat. 
The girl across from her was equally soaked in sweat, her face mottled with
bruises.
Syrio knew that Daenerys had been holding back so as not to not truly hurt the
Stark girl.  She had wanted to teach the girl a hard lesson, not realizing the
girl was going to give her several lessons as well.
Dany raised her sword up high.  “Today I am the victor!” she said, “House
Targaryen is the victor.  My power and influence spreads over all of Westeros.”
She appeared to revel in the cheers that went up.  “House Targa”—
WHAM!
Daenerys’ head snapped back, her hand dropping her sword from the hard left
cross that slammed into her right cheek.  Staggered, the Queen stumbled back
and fell flat on her ass.
“I never said I surrender, you fucking Targaryen Bitch!” the scion of Stark
yelled at the surprised Queen staring up at her.
Daenerys’ dragon blood appeared to be boiling again.  Arya had made it personal
now.
Pushing herself up from the floor the Queen roared. “You. Fucking. Bitccchhhh!”
 
 Arya
What was wrong with her?  Arya detested losing with a passion, but she could
handle being defeated by the beautiful queen.
Even with her face bruised, and swelling over her right eye, Daenerys was
divine. She could not but help but stare at the tear in her blouse that exposed
the side of the Queen’s right breast. Her skin was flawlessly creamy, and her
lovely breasts swayed with each of the Queen’s movements.  The adrenaline rush
had the Targaryen’s nipples diamond hard, poking up into the wet fabric clung
to her perfectly high and firm breast. 
But the spell had been broken when the Queen went on her speech of victory over
House Stark.  Over her.  The Queen thought of her as a little girl that she had
just spanked.
That was unacceptable.  So Arya punched her.
She stared at her fist in shock.  She knew why she had done it, but-- why had
she done that?! Twice within a half-hour she had attacked her Queen. She knew
the woman must hate her now.
Then the breath whooshed out of her body when the Queen’s shoulder slammed into
her chest, and they both fell to the floor. Daenerys slammed a fist down into
her face once, and then again.
Her inner direwolf howled, and she flexed her hips, heaving and dislodging the
Queen over to the floor beside her. She kicked the Queen in the ribs and
slammed her fist into Daenerys’ face.  She pulled her arm back to land another
blow, but her head snapped back from a hard punch to her chin.
The women both rolled away and got up quickly.  They circled each other warily,
snarling and gnashing teeth.  Fists flashed out, most parried or missed, but
some landing with hard impact.  Heads jolted back with the power of the blows.
Then the Queen roared and charged Arya again.  They wound up on the floor
rolling around until Arya got her thick, muscled legs wrapped around the
Queen’s ribs and locked her ankles over her back, gripping her arms over the
smaller woman’s shoulders, pulling her body tight and grinding her chin into
Daenerys neck.
The queen screamed as Arya tried to squeeze her in half, growling and jerking
her legs, eyes shut tight in focus as she tried to break the Targaryen in two. 
Suddenly she was lifted up into the air as the dragon used brute strength to
lift her body high off the floor. Arya looked around wide-eyed and shocked at
the slender queen’s strength.
Then her body slammed into the floor. The queen immediately jerked up and
slammed her down again and again as Arya weakened.  Two more hard slams, and
Arya cried out in agony, her limbs falling away and the back of her head
hammered into the stone floor as the Queen leaned down and struck her face with
the heel of her hand.
The wolf girl slammed her knee forward into the Queen’s cunt. Daenerys howled
in pain, falling forward as they both rolled and then staggered back up onto
shaking legs.
They circled again and threw a few punches.  Their guards down now due to
exhaustion, fists hit flesh but the power of the blows had faded all together.
Daenerys stumbled with a missed punch and Arya used the opportunity to smash
into the Targaryen and slam her down onto the floor, then quickly climbed up on
the Queen and got her knees on the smaller woman’s shoulders and lifted her
fist high in the air to deliver a devastating punch.
She locked eyes with the violet orbs of the queen.  Arya paused, feeling
herself falling into them.  Daenerys took a few moments to regain her focus,
then whipped her legs up and forward, hooking them around the front of the
younger girl’s shoulders and jerking hard to the side, dislodging her.
They hurried to their feet again, circling each other and snarling.
They surged together as their bodies pressed tight to one another, grappling
hands gripping hard. Suddenly, Arya was flipped over Daenerys’ hip and her
shoulders slammed into the floor hard enough to make her see stars. She cried
out as her ribs were kicked viciously, and the heel of Daenerys’ foot slammed
into her cunt repaying her kind for kind. The Stark howled in agony, but
managed to find the strength to kick her leg up, her foot hitting the Queen in
the stomach and folding her over so her face was down.
Arya slammed her fist up, pounding the Targaryen’s nose and causing blood to
gush out.  The Queen gripped Arya’s shoulders and jerked her up, then slammed
her head into the floor. The Stark girl screamed in pain but it did not take
the fight out of her.  Arya punched the queen in the face, making her nose
bleed heavier.  Daenerys staggered back, and fell to the floor.
Arya rolled over to grapple with the woman.  With both of them on the floor the
queen got the better of her.  Daenerys slammed the back of her leg down over
Arya’s face, and now it was Arya’s nose that became a fountain of blood.
Suddenly Arya felt agony running through her arm.  The Queen had looped her
legs around her shoulders and head, then locked her ankles around the other
side.  She gripped her wrist and pulled it close to her throat, and thrust her
hips up and arched her back.
Arya felt her arm stretched out taut, the pain searing.
“Surrender!” the Queen barked.
Arya only jerked and writhed, trying to free her arm.  The pain was incredible.
“Surrender!” the Queen roared and pulled down on her arm again, and Arya felt
the joint going to its maximum.  “Surrender!” Pull.  “Surrender!” Jerk.  She
roared in agony, but she refused to concede.
The queen pulled harder on the arm, arching her body to put more pressure on
the overextended joint. Arya could feel her shoulder nearly popping out of its
socket and knew the pressure would ruin it - but she could not submit.  The
Queen saw her as nothing more than a fucking child!
The Queen rocked, putting more and more pressure on the cruelly stretched
joint.  “Surrender … … Surrender gods damnit  … Surrender you fucking cunt!”
Arya knew she was doomed, but said nothing.
“I SURRENDER!” The queen said suddenly.
The pressure left Arya’s arm.  She silently wept, gripping her throbbing
shoulder that hammered out agony with each beat of her heart.
 
Daenerys                                                                         
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    
The Queen slowly, tiredly, climbed to her feet and looked around at a sea of
shocked faces.
“I want everyone to pay up on your bets. I saw you,” the Queen growled to the
gathered throng.  Faces turned down to look at money that was about to be
surrendered.
The Queen had lost.
Daenerys felt her right eye swelling shut.  Her lip was split, and blood still
dribbled out her left nostril.  Her whole body ached.  She looked down at the
Stark girl who was on the ground rolling, cradling her shoulder.
Dany had chosen to surrender rather than permanently injure her.  It was clear
the wolf would never surrender.  So the Queen had.
Dany looked down at the girl she had finally vanquished.  It had been an ordeal
but she was the victor, no matter what was called out loud. Yet she felt no
elation.  All she wanted to do was kneel down and cradle the girl, tend to her,
stroke her body … to … stop it! Daenerys ordered herself.
She sadly forced herself to remember that this was not her destiny.  How sad,
she reflected, right when she found her throne she also found what she had been
longing for her with her love-starved soul.  Unfortunately, one precluded the
other.  She could not have the girl.  She needed to be stronger.
Barristan moved to come help her with Arya, but she shook her head ‘no’.  She
wanted to be the one, and the only one helping Arya.  The only one touching
her.
Daenerys was about to move to help the Stark when Arya rolled with obvious
difficulty to her knees.  The girl weakly hunched her back, exposing her neck. 
“I accept my fate for attacking the royal personage,” she said. “My family had
no part in this matter.  Only punish me.  I will accept any punishment,
Daenerys Targaryen first of your name.  I deserve whatever recourse you deem
fit.  I deserve death for twice attacking you.” she finished softly.
Daenerys stared at the teenager incredulously.  This girl - no woman - was a
walking contradiction.  “Get up Arya Stark—let me help you,” she said, helping
the girl up as the young wolf leaned into her body.  Daenerys thought the
girl’s strong, muscled form felt so delicious against her own.
Daenerys held Arya longer than necessary before she finally broke the intimate
clench.  She looked intently into the face she had battered.
 
Arya
Arya was shocked that after all this violent conflict she could feel herself
getting wet, and her puffy nipples began to swell as they rubbed against her
leathers, the intense friction both pleasurable and painful through her
bruises.
The Queen’s grip made Arya’s knees almost buckle in want.  Pleasure surged
through her body, making her weak.  A weakness that piled on top of her rattled
senses. 
Arya was suddenly thankful for her riding outfit. It kept her arousal well-
hidden.
It really was all so sad.  All of her sweet child-like fantasies of the queen
being smitten with her and sweeping her off her feet, defying all convention to
take and bed her, fuck her and marry her.  She had ruined with her damned
temper.  She knew in reality she never had a chance, but to put the nails into
the coffin herself really hurt. 
Daenerys was ready to move on.  “Nothing is going to happen you.  It was just a
little misunderstanding.” She chuckled, the movement clearly making her bruised
ribs bark in pain.  She gave Arya a crooked smile. 
Daenerys analyzed her, beaten from blows she’d received. “You are loyal subject
of a mighty house. Plus, you pack one mean left hook, Arya Stark!  Also, if you
think I am letting you off this easy, you have another thing coming!” Dany
laughed and then gripped her ribs, wheezing in pain.
Arya felt a spasm rip through her battered chest, and she staggered a little,
her eyes hazing over with pain. 
 
Daenerys
Dany, worried about a concussion, gripped Arya’s shoulders, holding her
upright. Concerned, she moved her finger right and then left, having the girl
follow with her eyes. Then she had Arya roll her eyes up and down to track
their movements.  Daenerys then asked her some family questions she had learned
about House Stark in her study of Westeros.
Daenerys asked Arya her parent’s names, how many sisters she had; then how many
brothers.  When Arya answered four the Queen frowned.  Arya, seeing this,
stiffly straightened her back “Jon is my brother!” she barked, defending the
full brother of her heart. 
Daenerys smiled.  “I’m sorry.  Of course you’re right, it is four.”  The smiled
and said softly “Loyalty … I like that in a woman.”
Daenerys waved over the Maester, who started to examine and cluck over the
battered girl.
Even though Daenerys had only just told herself to be strong, she felt her body
defying her already.  Her body was telling her to listen to her soul.
Dany reflected on just how good it felt when the Stark girl wrapped her legs
around her waist and squeezed.  Dany felt her core jerk in response, her labia
lips swelling. 
Of course, the erotic effect had been quite reduced by the fact the girl had
been trying to squeeze the life out of her and break her in two. 
But Dany couldn’t but help think what it would feel like to have the girl clasp
her that way, with naked thighs, and to press her body down into the supine
Stark girl – to ram and sweep her cunt up and down Arya’s swollen cunny, their
juices soaking both their groins, slicking them as clits rubbed and jacked over
each other through their soaked slits.  Arya’s grip with her legs around her
hips, ankles locked over her ass and her tilted sweet pussy rocked up into
Dany’s own. Their mouths locked, heads tilted over as tongues swept and played
with their mate. 
The Targaryen felt her eyes glazing over.  Daenerys shook her head hard before
her already weak knees betrayed her and sent her on her ass.  She knew she had
to stop this self-torture.  Arya had proven twice how much she was not
attracted to her that way by nearly putting two arrows in her, and then nearly
punching her lights out.
She spied the Maester guiding the girl out of the audience hall, and back to
his chamber for treatment.
“And Arya,” the Queen commanded.  The wolf turned around slowly, painfully in
acknowledgement.  “Unless the Maester says otherwise, I want to see you on the
practice field tomorrow even if they have to wheel you out. You have natural
skill and the passion to be a great swordsman - but it is rough and raw … how
about we polish that into burnished steel?” the Queen asked her.
The Queen snorted to herself, hearing how rough her voice sounded with her spit
lip and her cheek swelling on the left side as her lip puffed up.
“You are good Arya Stark but you need more practice … we will train together,
yes?” the queen asked.
Daenerys smiled inside, seeing the ghost of a smile move across Arya Stark’s
beautiful battered face.  “As you command, my liege.” she answered, her breath
wheezing out of injured ribs.  She noticed the girl stood up just a little
taller.
After the exchange, Tyrion came walking by, his pockets overflowing with gold
coins and IOUs and his fists unable to fully close with all of the dragons in
them.
“What are you doing with all that money, Tyrion?” Daenerys asked.
“Counting all my winnings,” Tyrion replied happily, bending over to pick up a
dragon he had dropped. 
“But I lost, Tyrion!”
“But I bet on the Stark girl, my liege.” The imp smirked.
Daenerys pinched the bridge of her swollen nose. “Of course you did.”
Chapter End Notes
     AN #1: I will be missing one cycle of posting.
***** Chrysalis *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: I am back. Real life kicked in. Used opportunity to write
     further ahead. I should be able to post every 3 weeks till the end.
     AN #2: This chapter will have F/F/M sex in it. i like anal so it will
     be in sex scenes. I have a potty mouth when i have sex so my
     characters will too. I like sex hot and nasty. it makes it rad and my
     characters are the same. For those who do not like "smut" or "porn"
     in their stories I apologize in advance. Use your scroll button to
     skip. There is plenty of story. Most chapters are purely story
     driven. Though next chapter will have several F/F/F/F sex scenes.
                                  Chapter 30
                                   Chrysalis
                                 Two Years Ago
      Jon / Ygritte / Jon / Melisandre / Jon / Ygritte / Jon / Melisandre
Jon
The wind howled from the North.  It buffeted the tall conifers, bending them by
their force of will.  The swirling eddies sloughed through the bows, shaking
them, making the needles writhe.  Snow that might have settled on them or along
the top of branches shook free, and swirled down to the ground.  White wind
devils swirling to the ground in riots of confusion.  Gusts blew and howled
like wolves on the hunt.  The winds continued moving ever forward from the icy
cold of the north. These winds had seen unimaginable evil with their birth at
the top of the dark world.  The wind cared not for what it had seen, but even
unknowing forces of nature can’t help but be influenced by what they had
touched. 
In leaps and snarls the wind moved ever south.  For long leagues in its
journey, it met only token resistance. Suddenly, that changed.  Ahead it felt
pressure from something immense and unmovable.  The wind slavered and bit at
the obstruction, but it cared not for its ferocity.  Around and around the wind
whirled and howled in frustration at the block on its path - it was impotent
against such an immovable force.  Then its brothers arrived and joined it in an
eternal frustration of howls.  More brothers arrived, and lifted the first
winds up, swirling and twining over themselves. Up and up the winds howled,
standing on the shoulders of brothers that had come after them,
The winds sought and found no weakness in the Wall before them.  If they had
had a mind, they would have screamed in frustration.  Then, suddenly, the winds
were over the top of the Wall, and swirling down and lashing all before it. The
wooden latticework on the side of the Wall buffeted and clattered against the
sheer ice.  Several men on it had to grip the rails to keep their balance, so
as not to be cast off the switchback wooden stairs.  The basket that hung from
a mighty cable swung around in a wild swirl, making sudden leaps and jerks.
The wind howled in triumph as it leapt and clawed down the opposite side of the
Wall.  It hit the ground and spun in mighty gusts.  The detritus that inhabited
all human habitations swirled up into the air, jerking and moving in starts
with the dust devils.  It was dark and the dance of the macabre was unseen.  It
would not have mattered.  A more sublime dance of nefarious intent was already
in play by the humans.  Their tableau so often repeated in their sad history of
conflict, deceit and betrayal.
The winds' howls of remembered evil only merged with and increased the evil
already at play.  Humans needed little added incentive to create evil.  Good
and evil would always have their eternal conflict.  The players will change,
and the tableau acted out will vary, but the sad display of human avarice will
always find voice.  The winds only paused for a moment to contemplate the act
of treachery before racing south to further contemplate their lonely fates.
“I told you I would come back.” Alliser Thorne told Jon Snow, appearing from
the inky shadows near the Wall, his wolf cape jerking and flung out behind him
by the wind as he approached the surrounded Lord Commander.  He moved in
closer.  “You thought to send me to my death out there beyond the Wall, but I
survived.”  He had a rapacious smile on his face.  A look of sure triumph.
Wun Wun was cornered against a storage shed with long pikes aimed at his head
and body. He still had Ser Patrell’s broken body dangling from his right hand. 
He was shouting in his guttural language that none of them in this party
understood.  The giant looked to Jon for salvation in his agitated state.  His
friend’s eyes had no salvation to give.  This only increased the Giant’s
confusion and panicked anger.
“I’m going to kill your pet, and then we are going to kill this traitor who has
let the wildlings come through the Wall unopposed and given them land in the
Gifts.  You are a fucking traitor!” Alliser shouted at his mortal enemy, his
face in the dark light of the cloud covered night sky snarling at his foe.  He
moved in as the other members of his cabal moved closer to Jon, daggers drawn
to commit murder.  Treason always waited for the dark to commit atrocity. 
“Listen to me … these are different times.  You know what the true enemy is. 
We must stand united against them. We need every hand we can get to man the
Wall. Our numbers are too depleted to fight alone!” Jon Snow shouted, trying to
reason with his brothers in black.
“No.  They are animals that deserve death!” Wick Whittlestick shouted.  “Let
them all die.  We swore an oath.  We are the shield.  A shield to protect
Westeros from the Wildings and from this inhuman thing!” Whittlestick motioned
at the frightened giant.
“No!  They are the same as those we protect below they Wall.  They are men,
women, children!  We need to meld their strength with ours to meet the threat
that comes for us all!  Don’t become what you hate!  This is treason!  Listen
to your hearts and not this vile cretin.  We are better than him.  It is
Allisar that is the traitor.”
“No Jon Snow, this is justice.” Allisar spoke, turning to look at the large
circle of crows that encircled their Commander.  “This man is a traitor and has
sided with our sworn enemy. He has weakened us and polluted our numbers with
these vile sub-human residents of the wild North.  What is the verdict? What
say you my brothers?!”
“Death!” was shouted in the dark night and swirling winds.  The hollowing winds
birthed in evil seeming to echo in agreement to the pronouncement of evil
intent.
Jon looked desperately at Bowen Marsh. He was crying. “Bowen you can’t do
this!  This is treason!”
“Ohhh, Jon! You’re a traitor, Jon!” Bowen moaned, moving closer. Jon felt his
arms caught from behind as he watched Alliser Thorne step forward with a look
of triumph in his eyes.  Jon cursed as his pinned arms kept Longclaw just out
of reach.  His compassion for his fellow crows had taken his only chance of
life from him.
“Sentence has been rendered, Jon Snow … I am going to pierce that vile, black-
bastard heart.” Alliser spoke with calm resolve.
He moved forward another step, his face formed in a mask of grim resolve with a
hint of a smile.  Suddenly, the man started with a jerk.  Jon saw Alliser’s
eyes first flare, and then bulge, his mouth half-opened with his tongue
sticking out.  Jon watched in fascination as Alliser slowly looked down his
body. 
Jon stared in shock as five long, black, slender fingers jutted out of
Alliser’s chest, and then jammed forward another two feet.  The fingers were
more like talons; inhumanly long and dark as the space between the stars.
Alliser’s body began to convulse and he dropped his long dagger.  The rest of
his conspirators stood in shocked silence and forgot about Jon for the moment,
watching their conspirator leader dying on the strange spikes protruding from
his body.
Suddenly a crow standing to his left was lifted up four feet into the air, as
five long-jointed black fingers were savagely jammed through his torso.  The
man’s sword dropped from a lifeless hand, now hanging limp.  Both bodies were
lifted up into the air and jerked to and fro like marionettes on the strings of
a cruel puppet master.
In a whipping motion both dead bodies were slammed down into the hard, frozen
ground; their bodies shattered by the force of being violently slammed to
Earth.  A huge black shape morphed into view. 
Jon gaped at the apparition from the pits of a Stygian hell.  The demon was at
least fifteen feet tall.  It had a huge head with an overlarge mouth and red
pits for eyes.  Long fangs lined its jaws.  Its head was triangular shaped. 
The thing’s body was thin at the waist but large in the chest in a shape no
human could have. It had long legs with knees bent at an unnatural angle.  The
thing tilted its head back and emitted a long hideous wail of horror. 
Its right hand reached out and gripped a man’s head.  Jon watched in horror. 
The man’s head exploded in blood and bone flinging from between the black
shadowy monster’s fingers.  Its other hand gigged another crow with its five
long fingers. The huge fifteen foot tall thing turned on its unnatural thin
waist looking for new humans to slay.  The edges of it seemed to constantly
roll and surge.
The figure bent down, and its huge, dark mouth glowing green inside with three-
inch long daggers that appeared along its gums snapped down on a shocked crow.
The horrid teeth of the black shadow monster pierced and rent the man’s body
almost in half.  His scream was cut off, his limbs dangling out of the shadow’s
mouth.
As the shock was beginning to wear off, Jon noticed two of the crows guarding
Wun Wun were down, arrows jutting out of their necks.  As he watched, another
went down with an arrow through his eye.  Wun Wun surged forward into the
thinned ranks as another crow dropped his pike.  His hand reached up and
gripped his throat around the arrow that had shot half way through his neck. 
The dying man fell to his knee.  Wun Wun fell on the other confused crows,
crushing one with the body of Ser Pertell being used as a club.
Shouts from crows and wildlings filled the air, wondering what was happening in
their midst.  Giants could be heard roaring coming to their brother’s aid.  Jon
pulled his Valyrian sword out of its sheath and prepared to defend himself. 
The monster spit out its dead morsel and rose up to almost thirty feet now. 
This was a demon from the pits of hell. If Jon had known that instead of death
by the hand of man he was about to die from the hand of the after world, he
would have laughed aloud.  The fates always pissed on House Stark.  The monster
jumped up high in the air as Jon angled his sword across his face in defense.
The monster landed just behind him, crushing three men to death, pulping the
bodies down to splintered bone and flesh that oozed gore and blood into the
hard, frozen Earth.  The hard ground refused to take the offering of shattered
bodies.  The monster, faster than thought, gripped his shoulder and pulled him
behind it as its other hand lashed out, spearing another man with its five
fingers.  Suddenly, a woman from his past stood before him.  She pivoted and
shot another crow down with her arrow. 
“Move Jon Snow—You know nothing!” Ygritte shouted.  “Melisandre—come!”  Ygritte
started to move off.
“No. I need to get this under control!”
“They’re going to kill you, man!  Melisandre is weakening and I’m almost out of
arrows!  We need to run while the confusion lasts!”
Jon ran after his old lover, excited and relieved to see her alive. He had
assumed she must have burned in one of the towers that burned down in the
wildling assault eight months ago.
Behind them, the silent black monster continued to kill without mercy. “What
the hell is that thing?” Jon shouted at his lover’s retreating back.
“That’s my wife’s shadow self.  She will provide cover as we get to our
horses.”
Jon hesitated, slowing down “That is my command!  I must go back.”
Ygritte whirled around and gripped his cloak “Those fuckers were going to kill
you Jon! Fuck them!  Come with us and live, you bastard!  Do you know
nothing?!”  She shook him.  The hard snapping of his neck brought the reality
of the situation to Jon.
He shook his head yes.
They fled out of the grounds of Castle Black and over the frozen tundra and
then then into the thick stands of woods to the left of Castle Black.  They
moved with hurried steps as war horns of both crows and wildlings blew in wild
riots of confusion. They would have to take care of themselves.
For twenty minutes Ygritte and Jon hurried at a half run through the trees and
open spaces between stands of trees.  They ran from one corpse of trees to the
next as the stands of trees grew larger in size.  The last stand of trees a
mile across.  Finally, they entered a small clearing in this stand of trees. 
Here Jon saw that three horses were tied up.  His salvation had been planned
and prepared for.  Only then did Jon see a small fire burning down.
“Melisandre!” Ygritte screamed surging forward seeing her wife prostate on the
ground.  “Nooooo!  Dammit! I told you not to expend yourself beyond your
limits!”
Jon saw a tall body crumpled down on itself by the dying burning fire.  Up
close Jon, could see by the size of the heap of cankers that this had once been
a mighty fire indeed.  Ygritte ran to the form and pushed the body back onto
its back.  “Baby, baby!” Ygritte took what was an extremely tall woman’s hand
and kissed it, while chafing it with her hands and leaning down to kiss the
unconscious woman on the lips.  “Oh baby, we’re here … baby, I’ve come back
with Jon.  You were so awesome. You kicked crow ASS!”
“Ohhhhhh,” the tall woman moaned, and Ygritte squealed.  Jon watched his small
former lover crawl on top of the prostrate woman and grip the woman’s head with
both hands, lifting it and kissing her with hot passion. The tall woman
enfolded Ygritte with both arms and hugged the small woman down onto her long
frame as they kissed deeply, tongues dancing entwined.
After a long minute the tall woman sat up.  She easily held Ygritte to her as
she rose up to a sitting position.  Ygritte backed off, spit roped between
their lips.  “Don’t ever do that again Melisandre! You know nothing!” Ygritte
berated the woman while holding her tight and kissing her throat.  Jon watched
his former love hug the tall woman with deep auburn hair, a glowing red ruby at
her throat.  He noticed in the fading firelight that the woman’s eyes were an
unsettling red.  She looked weak and haggard. She had obviously expended
herself greatly to save him. 
Jon already felt he was deeply in this woman’s debt. A woman he had just met
had saved his life at her own personal cost. 
The tall woman looked at Jon over Ygritte’s shoulder as the short woman kissed
and licked her throat.  The woman had beautiful angles to her face, and her
dark red eyes were beguiling when he got a closer look.  The woman’s long hair
flowed down over her shoulders and back.  She silently regarded Jon Snow. “I’m
Melisandre of Asshai, and this is my wife Ygritte of the Wildings and of
Asshai. You are Azor Ahai reborn.  I am to become your wife as well.”
“What?!” Jon asked shocked, stepping back.
“Dammit Melisandre, you know nothing.  We were supposed to seduce him, woman.”
Ygritte sighed, getting up and helping the woman stand.  She was four inches
taller than Jon’s five foot ten inch height. She was voluptuous.  This was a
strong woman Jon thought.  Though at the moment she was weak.  She had abused
her strength to save Jon.  Jon was in her debt and he would need to repay it. 
The woman leaned on Ygritte’s shoulder, hugging the woman possessively to her
side.
Ygritte gave Jon her brilliant smile that always made his heart clutch in his
chest.  “I’m so happy to see you alive, Ygritte.  I had feared you were dead.”
“I would have been dead if Melisandre had not come and saved me from you and
your damn crows.”  Ygritte spoke in a gruff voice, but she had a big smile on
her face.
“Will you come with us, Jon Snow?” the tall, solemn looking woman asked him in
a serious calm tone.
“I will.”  In all reality, what choice did he have?  His own brothers had just
attempted to assassinate him.
 
Ygritte
“Jon, help me get Melisandre on her horse.  She is still so weak.” Ygritte
asked her former lover. He did as she asked - it was his nature to help and
nurture.
They helped lift up a wobbly ShadowBender who leaned against her horse weakly. 
“Help me get her up, but be gentle with her Jon. She’s so fragile!” the
wildling said, wringing her hands.  Jon gripped the extremely tall woman who
held the saddle horn.  He held her hips and she got a foot on a stirrup then
paused, gathering her strength.
“Easy Jon! Don’t hurt my wife!  She expended too much saving us … be easy! You
know nothing!”  Jon eased his grip on the tall woman’s body.
Melisandre turned her head to look at her wife. “Ygritte, you make me sound
like a chicken boned woman! I won’t break. I am just a little drained.”
Ygritte went up to her woman and stroked her strong thigh.  “I know you aren’t
weak baby … I love those big, strong thighs gripping my head, and you grinding
that big, juicy pussy  up and down my face… with your hands in my hair grinding
my face in your hot couchie as it explodes and floods my mouth with your sweet
cum and all over my face.” Ygritte said with a dreamy look on her face.
Melisandre groaned, her face going scarlet despite her weakened and pale
state.  “Ygritte, you’re nothing but a horndog … Jon just got here, baby.  He
doesn’t need to hear about our lovemaking.” A mortified ShadowBender explained
in a not so soft whisper.
“You know nothing!  Jon is a prude who needs loosening up, babe.  You taste so
goooddd baby!” Ygritte exclaimed with a melodramatic flourish.
Melisandre sighed and looked at Jon aggrieved.  The look was returned. 
“I see you have experienced Ygritte in all her sass and glory.” Jon told the
woman sympathetically with a soft smile on his face.  “She led me astray from
my sacred vows.”
“You now nothing Jon Snow!” Ygritte barked a Jon.
Melisandre replied “She is good at that I have found.”
Ygritte had a shit eating grin on her face and she knew it. “Oh, neither of you
know nothing!  Jon was and is my thrall!  Just like you baby! He was mooning
after me the moment he saw me.  Once I flashed him my tits and my pretty puss
he was putty in my hand, Melisandre.” Ygritte told her wife smugly.
“Funny, that is not how I remember it, Ygritte.” Jon replied calmly.
“Do tell.” Melisandre said, suddenly sprucing up.
“The way I remember it, Ygritte was after me like a love sick puppy begging me
to give her my cock.  You were hot for me, is how I remember it Ygritte.”
Ygritte looked up at Melisandre, who had her eyebrow cocked.
“Jon. Tell me more about how Ygritte was sniffing around your crotch like a
horndog.”
Ygritte barked that it was Jon that was whining for her hot body.  Ygritte
changed the subject having not liked the direction of the current talk.  “Jon
get my wife up on her horse.  Jon moved to comply.  He lifted Melisandre as she
pulled on the saddle horn.
“Gently Jon!  Don’t hurt her!”
The Crow and witch looked at each other with aggrieved looks again as Jon got
her on the horse.  All the while Ygritte yammering at Jon to be gentle with
Melisandre.
“I hear you sighing Melisandre!” Ygritte sniped at the two.
Ygritte stomped to her horse and mounted as Jon got on his horse.  She fumed
and led her horse between Jon and Melisandre to preclude any further
conversation.
For fifteen minutes Ygritte rode between her lovers.  She led the conversation
to the situation with the crows and the Wall.  It was obvious to her and
Melisandre Jon was still in mental shock at their betrayal.  His mulling over
the betrayal of his Crow brothers.  His voice was at times wooden, confused and
angry.
Ygritte circled back and hid their tracks with the expert skills she had
learned from her wildling second childhood before she spurred her horse forward
to rejoin her wife and husband.  She couldn’t wait to fuck them both.
That night they took many breaks to let Melisandre recover her strength and let
the horses feed from grain they had in the saddlebags.  They kept pressing on
as the sun rose and shone on their backs.  For three more hours they walked,
moving from stand of woods too the next stand of woods.  They moved deep into
the trees to remain hidden.
They then moved into a small forest.  They walked their horses slowly deeper
into the trees.  An hour in they took a break.  The forest getting older with
old growth trees and thick underbrush between the trunks.  Jon ate some wafer
bread and beef jerky that Ygritte offered him.  He drank from a canteen
provided.  They then remounted their horses and moved ever deeper into the
gloom of the sentinel old growth conifers and sprinkling of old oaks and
maples.  They found a small fox trail and they led the horses down the thin
trail.  For the next three hours the three went down narrow animal trails
between trees and thick brambles.  They then came out of the forest into a
small glade. 
Their cabin was on the edge of the glade, hidden by the surrounding trees.  The
rough hewn timbers showed their age but the building was sound and hale. The
logs were caulked with hard clay and were well-maintained, keeping out the cold
and rain.  The cabin was tall and had a high arched roof to let the snow slide
off in heavy snowfalls.  There were several windows with glass panes that would
let in light at certain hours when the sun was angled right in the eastern
sky.  Plenty of chopped wood was stacked high by the side of the cabin. It was
an idyllic spot for the witches and their soon to be husband.
Melisandre was swaying on her horse.  Jon quickly dismounted and went to her,
to ease the tall auburn-haired woman down off her horse.  Melisandre had
started to slide down the side of her horse.  Jon easily caught the woman and
cradled her to him in his strong arms.  He carried her into the cabin followed
by an anxious Ygritte.
Ygritte wrung her hands again in worry.  She was not used to seeing Melisandre
being so gaunt and pale.  She was always so strong and vibrant!  She smiled
softly seeing Jon Snow’s instinctive caring and nurturing side manifest
itself.  He was a born caregiver.   It was the man’s nature to protect those in
need, and it was part of what made her fall so hard for him.  Melisandre would
love him to when they got to know each other.  Ygritte was sure of.  For
Melisandre it was still about prophecy, but soon it also would be about love
and desire.
She led him into a bedroom dominated by a big bed that looked like a tornado
had run over it.  Ygritte saw Jon smirk. Thank the gods Melisandre was still
groggy or she would be mortified to see their bed.  They had forgotten to make
it up having fucked hot and hard just before leaving to go save his ass. 
She asked Jon to go find the covered pitcher of cider they had in the cabinet.
He came back a minute later and gently lifted up Melisandre’s head and helped
her drink down the fluids.  Ygritte felt her heart pitter patter, seeing
Melisandre’s hand grip Jon’s hand as she drunk and they looked deep into each
others eyes.  Soon, very soon, they would both be hers.  It filled her body
with warmth seeing them already bonding before even knowing it.  Ygritte then
thought where that bonding would eventually lead, and she felt her pussy
getting wet in anticipation.
They got Melisandre stripped down and Ygritte saw Jon’s eyes drink in her
wife’s statuesque beauty.  They had sat her up and undone the buttons and laces
along her back, and shed the dress off her broad shoulders to reveal her full,
firm breasts.  Then they pulled the dress down her legs, exposing her big, bald
pussy all soft and smooth.  Ygritte felt her body instinctively clench in
desire for the redhead’s charms.  It was natural. She chewed her lip when Jon
showed no arousal. 
Jon had always blushed and reacted to Ygritte’s body when she was only a
wildling.  He was a strong, virile man reacting to her innate beauty as a
woman.  It was this same beauty that radiated from Melisandre’s statuesque,
voluptuous body.  Jon’s lack of reactions to Melisandre’s form was indeed
worrying.  Jon left them for some privacy, returning to the main room.
Ygritte got her wife comfortable as she quickly fell asleep.  She covered the
witch up snug in the blankets.   Normally, they did not need covers but in her
weakened state Melisandre did not need her body losing any of its heat.
Satisfied with her wife’s state, Ygritte went to Jon in the main room. He had
gotten the fire going and she made a meal of cut cheese and salted meat with
mead for him, as she no longer needed to eat for subsistence.
Jon was starving and ate two platefuls of food.  Ygritte sat silently watching
her husband. She would have to formalize it like she had with Melisandre. She
knew they had a lot to discuss.
Finished, Jon pushed the dishes aside.  He looked into her eyes.  “I guess you
have a lot to tell me, Ygritte.” he calmly said, his eyes so soft and gentle. 
Ygritte felt her love surging for Jon.  She couldn’t wait to get him in their
marriage bed. 
“Where do you want me to start?”
“How about how you survived the fight at Castle Black and go from there?”
Ygritte told her of her being saved by Melisandre.  How she was taken back to
this cabin and of their dire injuries. How they healed each other. How she
found out about her previous life.
Jon’s eyes had gotten big when she told him about her former life in Asshai
where she was Tygreti, a mighty ShadowBender.  She had been alive for almost a
thousand years and sought a disciple to teach her sorcery to. She had selected
a young sex slave who had been tortured. She spoke of how this young girl had
snapped and killed the whole family torturing her one night.  She was to be
shipped off to the slave mines of Valyria. Instead, she took Melisandre in. 
She taught her all she knew, and the pupil became as great as the master.
Then Ygritte smiled. “I was as big a prude as you Jon, but Melisandre seduced
me thank the gods.”  She then told Jon of her original death.  Then she circled
back around to being saved in this life.  She explained to Jon what had
occurred to her since her saving at Castle Black. 
Ygritte told Jon with a smirk that this time she was the one to seduce and
bring her teacher into her bed.
“She is such a beautiful woman, isn’t she Jon?” Ygritte asked her former lover.
“Yes, she is.”
“Then why didn’t you react to her naked body?  She is so hot.  I saw no passion
in you, Jon.”
“All passion for the flesh died in me Ygritte, when I thought you had died. I
don’t feel anything like passion now.  My desires for flesh perished with your
supposed death.”
“I’m back, Jon.” Ygritte spoke, gripping his hand and running her thumb over
it.  “I have seen the fires. Come to bed with us and join us in a holy union of
three.” She looked intently at her husband.  “We were meant to be, Jon Snow. 
The three of us.  Let us love and share life.”
Jon pulled his hand back.  “I’m sorry, Ygritte.  I can’t. Not now. I have a lot
to think about.  Please give me time.”  Ygritte saw the pensive look on Jon’s
face.  The damn Stark resolve was going to be a pain in her ass again.  She
grinned to herself.  She had seduced Jon Snow once.  She and Melisandre would
do so again.
“You will marry both of us, Jon. We have both seen it in the flames” Ygritte
grinned at the crow.  “The sex is smoking hot. Why delay the inevitable?”
“I think not, Ygritte.  That part of me died with your supposed death.”
“Okay Jon. … I know this is a lot to take in at one time. I will show
patience.” Ygritte smiled at Jon wickedly. “Even when we both know that is not
my nature.”   She got up and started to go the bedroom to her wife. She stopped
and half turned around. “Just don’t keep us waiting too long.” She said
saucily.
She left the curtain pushed back so Jon could see into their bedroom.  Ygritte
stripped down and got underneath the covers.  She smiled when Melisandre turned
over and snuggled into her body, gripping her tit possessively and threw a long
leg over her legs claiming her as Melisandre’s.  She knew that Melisandre would
easily fall in love with Jon.  He was that damn good with his smoking hot body
and sweet ways.  She could afford to be patient.
Yes.  She would have them both.  Melisandre had told her when they looked at
him in the flames that he acted like a woman with his constant caring and
compassion.  His gentleness was feminine, though he was all man.  Ygritte had
played up Jon’s gentle nature even more as they talked.  She saw that Jon’s
gentleness called to Melisandre and she played on that to make sure her wife
fell in love with Jon.  He would have two wives and they would share one
husband.
Since her rebirth Ygritte had regaled Melisandre with tales of Jon’s gentle
nature.  It was easy to tell her wife of the many sweet things that Jon had
done with her.  While they fucked, Ygritte told Melisandre in lurid details at
how well he boned and the feel of his big cock fucking her in her cunt. 
She had told her ShadowBender wife how she had just talked him into fucking her
in the ass when things, well, went south, so to speak.  She had loved feeling
his cock flooding her womb or colon with hot semen.  Ygritte knew how to make
sex sound so fucking hot.  She gave Melisandre hot sweet details of her fucking
Jon.
Melisandre moaned it was like being in their furs with them.
She had Melisandre panting to go down on Jon and to fuck him with her hot tight
pussy and asshole.  The voluptuous woman was insatiable, and once she had a
taste of Jon she would be hooked on him just like Ygritte had become.  Ygritte
preferred pussy, but there was just something about Jon.  Melisandre was
right.  It was his feminine nature enclosed by that male psyche that made him
so fucking hot.  They would eat him up alive.
 
Jon
Jon was still trying to come to terms with his crow brothers tying to
assassinate him.  He had been doing the right thing, and they would have driven
their daggers deep into his body until he lay dead on the ground.  The fact
that his brothers would give any credence to Alliser Thorne made his blood
boil. The man had died a horrible death and Jon could only smile at the
memory.  The traitor had gotten his deserved fate.  The man was twisted, but
that he had also been able to sway good men like Bowen Marsh truly troubled
Jon’s soul.
His betrayal was one thing, but the additional insight to the hearts and souls
of his fellow brothers was more troubling to Jon.  The blind prejudice that he
heard and saw that night soured Jon towards the whole order.  He had seen the
truth of the times.  The wildlings were members of the realm that deserved
protection.  And his brothers talked of these men, women and children as less
than human.
How could they feel this way?  Where was their sense of compassion and
justice?  How could they be so cruel to so many?  Especially their willingness
to sacrifice women and children to certain death – that was horrible to even
contemplate.  It made his stomach squirm.
He knew that the brothers would keep their treason to themselves for as long as
they could.  It gave Jon time to consider his options and nurse his building
sense of rage and need for righteous justice.  His father would kill them all
if discovered his attempted assassination. 
Jon sighed.  He did not want that.  He only wanted to punish any surviving
conspirators.  The rest were innocent or those who knew but did not participate
he could overlook.  He would send them to exile in other Crow Forts.  He would
isolate the contagion.  The Wildlings would watch over them.
Time passed, and he lived with Ygritte and Melisandre in a quiet sharing of the
cabin.  He slowly got comfortable around the two lovers. Ygritte had left them
to scout the area around Castle Black, and seek out old contacts amongst the
wildings to find out the way of things.  To see the balance between Crows and
wildlings.  Jon had total confidence in her skills.
Melisandre had been a nervous wreck.  She cried and shook with fear for her
wife.  Her face nearly pressed into the flames to see that Ygritte was still
safe.  It touched Jon to see such devotion.  Their love for each other was so
obvious in their shared looks, and the gentle touches - not to mention the
sounds of rampant sex at night and sometimes during the day.  Well, more than
sometimes.  He had to admire their stamina.
He had wondered if he should be jealous when he first arrived at his hideaway. 
He almost immediately decided he had no right to feel that way.  He had made
his decision.  He had chosen duty over and love.  Honor over love.  The only
thing that he had received in return for his duty was very nearly a traitorous
death.  A death delivered by his own sworn brothers.  The more he thought on
that the more his soul raged.  He felt some fundamental shift in his soul. 
He had comforted Melisandre.  He could not watch her suffer and not try to
alleviate the pain he saw on her face and in her voice.  She snuggled into his
arms sniffling.  She murmured she couldn’t live without Ygritte again.  She
would just die.  Jon felt a lump in his throat at such pure love.  He could
only be happy for them.
He had felt the first stirring of desire then, seeing the bright and pure love
between these two women.
When Ygritte came back into the glade, leading her horse by hand Melisandre had
squealed in pure happiness.  She ran across the glade hard with her dress
flowing behind her as she picked up Ygritte and kissed her deeply.  Melisandre
had brought Ygritte back into the cabin easily, carrying the short woman.  Jon
watched her take Ygritte into the big bedroom. They stripped each other,
clothes flying everywhere, and then fell to the bed.  They never even pulled
the curtain across the threshold.  That ceased doing that almost from the
start. Jon went outside and sat down on the small porch.  His ears over the
next hours filled with repeated screams of orgasmic bliss.
Jon eventually got up and walked through the forest.  A man, hell, a person
could only hear so much passion and raw sexual energy before one’s body was
thrumming and shaking.
He loved Ygritte’s fiery nature. That was what attracted him to her from the
start.  It made Ygritte’s smile shine like the sun in the sky, just like her
hair glimmered so brightly in the sun.  It had been easy to fall in love with
her.  He had died on the inside, believing her dead.  Now, he could feel that
flame coming back to life.
Melisandre was the opposite in so many ways.  Ygritte would look you straight
in the eye with her chin thrown forward until you backed down from her sheer
force of personality.  Melisandre was demure, and almost shy.  She stood up to
Ygritte, but with quiet resolve that had the fiery redhead quickly backing down
if she was in the wrong.  Melisandre was like Jon in that they both enjoyed the
little spitfire with her sass.
Melisandre was quiet and differential to Jon.  She said he was Azor Ahai and
she was in awe of him.  That made Jon very uncomfortable.  He insisted on
cleaning the dishes after they cooked and cleaned the house.  When Melisandre
tried to step in, he had told her that he needed some duties to tend to.  She
tried to refuse him, but he saw admiration in her eyes.  She liked his
willingness to do the chores almost all men turned their noses up at.  Jon was
truly exceptional to the women in his life. 
Jon was also discovering Melisandre had a subtle humor.  She would make soft
comments that made him stop and look back at her, wondering if it was a witty
play of words it was so subtly done.  He liked it.
The next morning after Ygritte’s return from her scout mission to Castle Black
Jon was given the details of what was occurring at his old command. The Crows
were indeed lying low.  They were definitely afraid of the reaction of Jon’s
father.  They were living in dread.  They were keeping to their quarters
silently to themselves.  They sent false messages to the other forts that all
was well.  No reports of monsters or many deaths was given.
Ygritte had met with some of her former countrymen and told them to keep the
status quo.  She informed the leaders of the Wildlings that Jon Snow would
return and that the traitors would be dealt with very harshly.  All the offers
he had given to the Wildlings would be honored.  More would be given if they
kept this all secret and give Jon time to fully recover and seek his command
back.
Ygritte had been post persuasive.  She had smirked at Jon with her shit eating
grin that said I am just that good.
After three weeks, the women had stopped wearing clothes in the house.  They
liked their fire burning hot, but they did not need the heat.  They pressed
into Jon when making a point, or putting his meals on the table.  They kissed
heatedly in front of him, and had actually started to fuck on the floor in
front of him on the pile of furs.  He had run out the door then.  The women
knew no shame!  His Stark resolve was mortified. 
He snorted to himself as he walked through boughs and listened to his muffled
steps on fallen needles.  Ygritte had asked him: “What man doesn’t want to see
two hot women fucking each other blind?”  Their open sexuality was making his
body come back to life, but he was not ready for that.  Not yet.  He needed
more time.
The women did not push themselves on him, not really.  They just made it
perfectly clear they were waiting for him to join them.  They desired for him
to partake in the rut of passion and life, and bind his soul to theirs.
More weeks passed.
Ygritte was out hunting for some fresh game so Jon could have rabbit stew. 
Melisandre turned from the fire to look at Jon.  She had put on clothes with
Ygritte out of the cabin, to give Jon a break he knew from their rampant
assault on his senses.  Her dress was still unbuttoned so that her large, full
rounded breasts nearly spilled out her top.  The red choker around her throat
with its dark red ruby highlighted her eyes.  She was strikingly beautiful.
 She was preparing some radishes, then she put her knife down and turned to
look at Jon who was peeling potatoes.
“You must have been a woman in your former life, Jon Snow.” she told him.
Jon could tell by the tone that it was not an insult.  He was not offended. 
“Why do you say that?”
“You are so gentle and insightful to the human spirit, as evidenced by your
compassion for the wildlings.  You are so good to Ygritte and to me, a
stranger.  Most men would react to me in this situation by saying I stole their
wife.  You are simple in your desires, and seek to nurture and support.”
Jon considered that.  “I can live with that.”
He knew they were trying to seduce him with their brazen sexuality.  That night
Melisandre had quietly knelt in front of him while Ygritte came to sit beside
him on the sofa. Both of them were nude as their name day.  Ygritte had started
to kiss his temple, and Melisandre started to undo the laces to his breeches. 
He had stopped them before they could proceed.  He was not ready.  He was
coming to really like, and maybe love Melisandre, but he was not ready to take
that step.  He stood up and asked them to please go their bedroom, but he could
not join them. 
Ygritte had been pissed off at the rebuff.  It had been polite and courteous,
but still a rejection.  Jon watched Melisandre take the small woman in her
arms. Ygritte looked so hurt. The tall redhead bent her head down, and tenderly
kissed Ygritte on her temple.  “He doesn’t love me, Ygritte.” Was her simple,
sad comment.
Ygritte had raged at Jon with her eyes as they walked to their bedroom.  That
night the curtain was ripped across the doorway with a savage jerk.  Jon would
not be allowed to be a voyeur tonight.
Jon prepared the large sofa for the bed it became every night.  He built up the
fire. He sat staring at the flames like the two women did when they studied
them.  All Jon saw was flames - they had no answers for him.
He was coming to care for Melisandre, but he was still coming to terms with
Ygritte’s supposed death and his large hand in it.  He instinctively knew that
if Melisandre had not interceded Ygritte would have died then and he would have
followed her in death later by the hand of the same crows he had sacrificed her
for. 
He was unsure of himself and his place in this world.  He had been raised to
love one woman, not two.  He was definitely not jealous of Melisandre.  He
could only feel happiness that Ygritte had been saved by a woman from a long
ago past.  He heard the bed rocking, and he knew they were “tribbing” as they
called it.  He had watched them from the doorway many, many times now.  It was
impossible not to, really.  To see these two beautiful women fucking wildly and
knowing he could join at any time was maddening in a way.
His father had a one-on-one relationship with Catelyn Stark.  She had made his
own life miserable, it was true, but he could see his father loved his wife
despite her flaws.  It was hard for him to shake that fundamental foundation of
his belief system. Could he love two women at the same time?  Jon shook his
head.  He knew that most men would have thrown himself in that bed faster than
he could blink.
Damn his sense of honor.
Ygritte was screaming her head off, the headboard banging into the wall.  He
knew exactly how Melisandre was fucking his love.  He had watched Melisandre
previously fuck Ygritte up on her palms, slamming her cunt and grinding up
Ygritte’s swollen, sloppy pussy and swirling her hips back in a tight swirl to
again slam her cunt into Ygritte’s swollen drooling love chute pounding it hard
like he would.  Ygritte sounded like she was being garroted.  Jon sighed at the
sounds of rutting and passionate love.  What else could he do?  He could be in
there partaking of two beautiful women and watching them fuck each other right
beside him.  Every man’s dream!
Damn his honor!
It was going to be a long night.
 
Melisandre
It hurt.  It hurt a lot being rejected by Jon. He had been kind and gentle and
a part of her understood, but it hurt like hell.  She was hurt that he seemed
so in control of his emotions.  Most men, hell any other man, would have ripped
their clothes off (if they wore any), and defiled them both repeatedly.  Not
this damn man though. 
She remembered back to her pre-teens and early teen years before Tygreti came
to her, when she was still Melony.  Allthe men had looked at her with fuck
hunger.  She had hated it so then.  Now she wanted Jon Snow to look at her like
that with a desperation that was starting to border on pain.
She felt her heart ache in her chest when he turned them away.  Fortunately,
she had her sweet, sweet wife.  She dragged her to their bed and they had made
heated love over and over deep into the night.  She soon forget all about Jon
Snow with her wife taking her to heaven over and over.  The feel of her petite
fist in her pussy twisting in and slamming her cervix and then her mouth coming
down to suckle her clit made her go multiple and nearly made her pass out with
ecstasy.
After they had finally exhausted themselves and wrecked the bed, they were
satiated.  Melisandre’s hurt was mollified and Ygritte’s anger banked.  They
discussed Jon as they cuddled and pressed their bodies tight against each
other.
Ygritte told her that now that her dander was down she could see it from Jon’s
perspective and it was kind of sweet.  They discussed how men were such pigs as
a rule, but not the Starks.  They were so honorable, which was jumping up to
put a big pain in their asses currently, but he was coming around.
Melisandre had to agree.  He had always been polite and genteel with her.  He
insisted in doing many of the household chores that she enjoyed doing.  He and
Melisandre had a hard time getting to know each other, initially.  Both were
shy and quiet by nature.
Ygritte confessed she may have exaggerated a little bit when they first rescued
Jon from the hated crows.  Ygritte told her, looking sheepish, that it had been
her pursuing and seducing Jon.  That he resisted her for the longest time and
she was trying to put the blast on him from the moment they met.
She had to nearly rape him to finally get him to bed her. She lamented never
having the hunt for one’s mate with Jon.  She paused for the longest time after
that.  Melisandre wondered if her wife had gone to sleep.  Ygritte resumed her
narration to explain that once she got Jon in her furs, the man had been
insatiable.  She had told Melisandre already how big he was and how he could
bone so good.  The man was a natural cocksman.  She had highlighted to
Melisandre of Jon’s love of going down on her, and that he was really, really
good at sucking her off.  A man who loves eating pussy was awesome.  Again they
agreed, he had to have been a woman in his previous lives.
Jon and Melisandre were both shy and reserved by nature.  Ygritte was easy to
fall for, with her fiery in-your-face stance and the natural sass that simply
endeared her to you.  But, Melisandre had to work to form a relationship with
Jon.  He was not distant, or in any way acting superior, just reserved.  She
was slowly finding him so endearing and charming in that ancient, formal manner
you saw in plays in Braavos.  He really was just that good and honorable.
She smiled, hugging Ygritte.  She loved her wife so much, but she knew she
could love Jon too.  It was her destiny, after all.  When Jon killed his wife,
they had to love each other.  There had to be that deep connection of love and
then loss for the sword of Azor to become all it could be.
It was funny, falling in love with a man you were prophesied to fall in love
with. 
He had tried profusely to apologize after that night.  He had told her that he
found her to be a beautiful woman, but that he was raised to love only one
woman and he was still processing the that idea that Ygritte was alive and
married to a woman.
He held up his hand when Melisandre started to sputter.  He told her he fully
supported them and their love.  She found that so endearing and her heart fell
more in love with the man.  She never thought she could love a man, but she
guessed there was an exception to every rule.  How she longed now to suck his
cock and feel it exploding deep in her throat, and to feel his manhood in her
pussy and ass like Ygritte had. 
They came together more and more over the following weeks as they shared duties
around the house.  She would watch him chop wood, stripped down to his waist,
enjoying his hard, sculpted muscles. She enjoyed how he blushed when he caught
her looking, and then trying to not preen but doing exactly that as he chopped
more wood, knowing he had her rapt attention.
She and Ygritte continued parading around the house nude.  She liked that Jon
looked on Ygritte with open lust when he thought no one was looking.  He still
loved the woman he had shared life with. 
She felt a massive thrill the first time she saw him just staring at her, and
told her in a breathy voice :“My god, you are a beautiful woman
Melisandre—Ygritte is such a lucky woman to have you love her.”
She had sauntered up to him, and pressed her full bosom into his upper arm and
leaned down. “You can have this body, and hers too, Jon Snow.  We both love you
so deeply.  I yearn to feel you cock buried deep in my pussy and filling it
with your hot potent seed.  To see your face as my cunt grips you cock in a wet
hot velvet fist and you feel the orgasmic spasms tearing my cunt apart on your
spurting cock.”
She smiled recalling his loud gulp and the way his body shook.  Ygritte told
her that she now saw Jon staring at her ass, pretty pussy and awesome tits when
he thought no one was looking.  He would soon be theirs. 
Two nights ago she had pressed into Jon while they prepared his dinner.  He had
always before respectfully and subtly moved back while pretending to move to
get something. Not this time.  This time he pressed into her naked body and she
shivered, feeling her nipples getting hard and her pussy lips swell as she felt
her juices slicking her folds. He turned to look into her eyes, tilting his
head up.  Melisandre did not have Ygritte’s confidence.  She had looked down at
Jon with throbbing eyes and a wet pussy.  He started to move his hand toward
her exposed arm as she shivered in want.
His hand touched her arm and her pussy got instantly sopping wet.  She licked
her lips in anticipation, her couchie on fire for Jon’s mouth and cock.
 Melisandre lowered her face towards Jon’s face, their lips parting.
The door slammed open with Ygritte storming in breaking the spell.  “I don’t
need to eat but I want some of that rabbit stew!  I shot out the bullseyes on
all the targets and I need a reward!” the fiery haired woman crowed shaking her
bow.  Jon jumped back and started cutting his potatoes again.  Melisandre’s
head was still lowered for her first kiss from Jon.  Noooooooooo! She stormed
inside.
Damn it!  So fucking close!
She watched Ygritte and Jon eat their dinner, fuming.  Ygritte had stripped her
clothes off and Jon was eyeing her little firm tits jostling as she animatedly
talked and gesticulated about her day.  As soon as Ygritte finished eating,
Melisandre stood up. 
“Jon—you have dish washing duty solo tonight.” she grated out.
She reached out and gripped a handful of Ygritte’s hair.  Melisandre jerked
hard on the hair not in her hand making Ygritte cry out in pain.  She dragged
the yelping wildling behind her.  Melisandre jerked her arm down so that it
bent her wife over as she dragged her to the bedroom.
“Fuck! Melisandre!  What’s your problem, woman?” she groused as she was thrown
down on the bed.
Melisandre was furious.  She gripped her squalling wife, and dragged her over
her knees when she sat on the bed.  “What did I do, woman?!” Ygritte squealed
in fright.  Melisandre could feel her wife’s swollen, wet pussy as it wallowed
on her thighs.  Ygritte loved rough sex.  She loved BDSM.  “Let me up woman!”
Ygritte ordered, all the while humping her ass up and jamming her now drooling
camel toe into Melisandre’s legs nutting her pussy.  When Ygritte looked back
at Melisandre, her face was flushed and her nipples rock hard.
"You need to be punished!" Melisandre roared.  She lifted her right hand palm
cupped.  Melisandre smiled seeing Ygritte's eyes go large in faked fright.
*Smack*Smack*Slap*Smack*Slap*Slap*Smack*Smack*
Melisandre blistered Ygritte’s ass with hard, cupped slaps of her palms.  She
told her wife through gritted teeth she had ruined the moment.  She and Jon
were going to fuck, and Ygritte had fucked it up!
*Slap*Slap*Smack*Smack*Smack*Slap*Slap*Smack*
“I didn’t Aaaiiii! Aaaggnneeii! Knowwww—Aaaieeee! Eeeiiiiii! Eeeeeiii! Please,
stop, stop pleasseeeeee!”
Melisandre continued to spank her wife as Ygritte’s pussy soaked her thighs in
cum.  She started massage her wife’s ass cheeks that were fiery red.  She loved
how her wife whimpered and moaned so gutturally.
Melisandre rolled Ygritte roughly off of her onto the bed, and scooted back
stuffing pillows behind her head.  “Suck me off till I tell you to stop, red!” 
Ygritte was drooling as she got between Melisandre’s legs and mashed her face
into her wife’s swollen quim and went wild devouring sweet, juicy pussy.
She sucked Meslisandre off three times loving all the pussy juice gushing out
her wife’s exploding cunt.  Ygritte satiated her wife’s pussy and then was
imperiously ordered to jerk herself off.  Ygritte rolled onto her back on fire
rubbing her pussy wildly with both hands. 
Melisandre looked over at Jon in the door again, watching with hot, burning
eyes.  She could see that Jon was turned on by these witch’s kinky actions. 
When she was, close Melisandre ordered her to stop.  Ygritte’s eyes nearly
bulged out her skull.  Ygritte still owed her.  Again, Melisandre imperiously
command her wife to jill off.  Four times she ordered her wife to stop
masturbating on the edge of orgasm.  Finally she heard the desperation she
wanted “Milli ppplleeassseeeeee! Please let me cuuummmmmmmm!
Pppuuuuhhlleeezzzeeeeeee!”
“Cum.”
Ygritte exploded, her hands a blur rubbing her pussy.  Her screams deafening
her body flipping and jackknifing violently all over the bed like a fish out of
water.  Melisandre had to grip her wife’s body to keep it from flipping off the
edge of the bed.  Ygritte’s body convulsed so hard with multiple orgasms
throttling her sweet wife nearly senseless.
Yes, Ygritte was right.  Makeup and angry sex had their place.
She saw Jon chortling and shaking his head.  She could see by his flushed face
and sweat glistening on his forehead he had enjoyed the hot, kinky show. 
Melisandre knew he just needed a little more time.  She knew he was close to
sorting everything out in his mind.  He had been coming to terms with his past,
and his current desires and his needs.  Those needs were coming to be two
beautiful redheads.  Melisandre could see it in his eyes.  He would soon be
theirs.
Ygritte went out hunting again.  Jon was sitting on the sofa relaxing, having
just finished dusting.  Melisandre shed her dress silently, and glided over to
Jon on the sofa and sat beside him pressing her full bosom into his arm.  He
turned and looked hard into her eyes.  Their eyes locked in a current, hot
sexual desire throbbed between their locked eyes.
The next moment Jon had his arms around Melisandre’s body and pulled her into
his hard body, their lips mating. Jon’s tongue swiped her teeth, and her loud
groan filled the room.  Her teeth parted and Jon’s long, thick tongue devoured
her own as they danced in wet love.
 
Jon
The bough creaked with the weight of the man resting on it.  Jon Snow looked
down at the tall ShadowBender witch.
“Where are you, Jon Snow?  You can’t run forever … you know we will find you.”
the tall woman from Asshai spoke resolutely, looking to the right and left
walking down the narrow trail between the trees and underbrush.
Jon could not understand how after six plus hours of his running and her
chasing him, her dress still looked immaculate.  It was in perfect place, and
had no leaves or detritus clinging to the fabric.  From his perspective, Jon
Snow could look down her low cut bodice and imagine those beautiful orbs in his
hands.  He had to stop thinking like that!  He needed to focus on his attempted
escape.
The witch seemed to have excellent tracking skills.  Jon had acquired very
sharp ranger skills and had learned how to hide his trail, but the ShadowBender
always seemed to quickly find it anyways. He knew she was using her magic to
pursue him.
He ground his teeth in frustration.  He was trapped for now, as he saw the
woman using her walking stick to lift up brush and stir the heavy leaf cover. 
She was making the mistake all novices make.  She never thought to look up.
He waited patiently for the woman of Asshai to move on down the trail and out
of sight.  He waited another five minutes before he scurried back down the tree
and landed lightly on his feet.
Damnit!  That was the path that would take him back towards Castle Black.  He
looked around, considering, and pulled spruce needles out of his hair and
examined his wrists where they had been scuffed climbing up the tree.  He heard
Melisandre calling out further down the trail, telling him to reveal himself.
He thought back to this morning when he had bolted out of the cabin that had
imprisoned him the last four plus months.  He was making his break for
freedom.  His captors had been fucking deep into the night of course as they
almost always did.  They had both been snoring when he left.
He had been a half hour into his escape when he was nearly caught by a hidden
snare made by Ygritte.  He felt the trip string stretch, and as it broke he
dove to the side and the net only entangled his ankles.  He quickly got his
feet clear.  The woman seemed to have planned for this event.  
Then an hour later he heard Melisandre calling his name, coming closer.  He
heard Ygritte in the distance screaming out for Jon to just give up and give
into his destiny.  He gritted his teeth and ran harder and deeper into the
woods.
Six hours later, he was tired and thirsty.  He had had to hide deep in a
blackberry bramble, getting pricked the first time Melisandre had almost came
upon him.  How could a woman so large move so silently?  She poked her staff
into the briar and it stopped just six inches in front of Jon’s face.  That had
been close!  He was thankful the weather was mid-autumn, and the ticks and
chiggers had been killed off for the season. 
He had slowly wormed his way out of the briar patch, covered in scratches, and
his hair a mad riot.  He moved off in the opposite direction of the tall
redhead moving down the path. 
He felt very confident until an hour later he heard her coming down the path
ahead of him. That wasn’t possible!  The woman was using her witchcraft to
somehow move like a mirage through the forest.  He had found a crevice in a
confusion of boulders to hide in that time.  She had rapped the boulders,
calling out for him to surrender.  “I can feel you Jon Snow!  You belong to us
now.  Stop fighting your destiny, Crow!”
He had ground his teeth at the jab.
She finally moved on, and Jon scooted out from his hiding place.  Damnit! How
could he fight magic?  He had moved deeper into the forest then, but the witch
seemed to have an unerring ability to sense his movements. 
Once he heard Ygritte calling out, mocking his ability to stay hidden.  “I will
get you Jon Snow!  Enough of these betrayals!  You know nothing!”  He moved in
her direction off to the left,  deep through the underbrush scaring a poor fox
and her two kits as they bolted, yipping in fear.  He avoided his former lover.
He grew tired and flummoxed.  He could not shake the tall redhead.  She must
have been frustrated from the events of last night, and was hot in pursuit.  He
stopped and leaned back against an old oak tree.  He heard her coming down the
path yet again!  She stopped near his hiding place as he glimpsed at her from
around the tree.  She paused, looking around, and continued down the path.
He picked up a rock and threw it against a tree far off to the left, and moved
quick to the right. He walked an aimless path through the trees, avoiding any
animal trails.  It was mid-afternoon, and he was hot and sweaty, the sun
putting a mottled pattern down on the forest floor.
He stopped and smirked.  He had spotted another of Ygritte’s snares.  He went
to it and traced it out.  It was a net that would grab its victim and lift them
high in the air. 
Again he heard Melisandre in the distance but moving his way “I grow tired of
this chase Jon Snow.  Give up!”  She must have known somehow where all the
traps were.  He tripped this one, and smirked seeing the net whoosh up into the
air, empty.  He did not want to be running down a path and in his haste forget
a known trap. 
Proud of himself he walked down the path ten more steps.  “Wwhhaaaaaaaaaaaatt!”
Jon exclaimed as a snare closed on his left ankle, and jerked tight before his
body was pulled off balance.  His leg came out from underneath him, and
suddenly his head was eight feet above the ground, his arms dangling down.
He swung around on the end of the thick rope holding the snare.  He kept his
mouth shut and took several deep breaths, calming himself.  He then lifted his
torso and reached up his body, then pulled the long dagger out of his boot.  He
rested a few moments, fighting the blood rush to his head to catch his breath. 
Jon prepared himself to lift up and cut the snare, while trying to keep his
head from cracking on the ground when he fell.
He was about to contort up when he felt his right wrist gripped as if in a
vice.  He gasped, looking down straight into Melisandre’s red eyes boring hotly
into his eyes.  He tried to jerk his hand free, but her strength was too much. 
She was much stronger than she looked!  He watched her thumb move up his hand
to his wrist.  She pressed in hard, and he cried out in pain, his hand opening
and dropping his dagger.
The witch calmly bent over picking up the blade.  She held it, tapping her chin
with it while looking at a sullen Jon Snow. They were at a standoff. 
A few minutes later he heard a crashing through the brush, and suddenly his ex-
lover burst out from the undergrowth up the path.  Her hair was in total
disarray and filled with leaves and twigs.  Ygritte ran up to the tall witch
and hugged her, squealing and jumping up and down as the tall woman looked at
her affectionately.
Ygritte ran over to get underneath Jon.  “Yessss! Yes! I’m Awesome!” the
diminutive wildling crowed.  She looked up at Jon. “I claim you by right of the
hunt!  I first captured my wife, and now I have captured my husband!” the woman
shouted.
She ran back up to Melisandre and shook her arms, looking so full of life and
happiness.  The tall woman broke out into a big smile.  “I told you it would be
worth it.  Jon is ours now. We have made him ours by right of the hunt!” 
“I’m getting a blood rush headache here!” Jon called out.
She ran over to the where the line for the snare was tied to a tree. 
Melisandre went to her and slowly they let Jon Snow back down to the ground.
Jon laid down on the ground, dizzy, letting the blood run back down his body. 
He watched the two women kissing deeply as the tall woman groped the smaller
one, making the Wildling squeal in pleasure.  As the made out he removed the
snare from around his ankle.
Jon waited patiently.  Finally, they stopped their snogging session and moved
over to Jon.  He put his arms and legs out, and crossed his wrists and ankles. 
He sighed as Ygritte lashed his wrists and ankles together. She was babbling
the whole time about how great a hunter she was and how she was going to fuck
him so good when they got back to the cabin.
Melisandre merely smiled and licked her lips, staring down at Jon. Ygritte went
and hacked a long sapling down, and removed all the little branches.  Soon Jon
was trussed up and being carried by the two women, swaying from side to side.
”Yes, I will be remembered by my kin for trapping not one, but two mates!  A
woman and a man.  I’m awesome!”  Jon sighed listening to Ygritte go on and on
about how great she was.
He looked up at Melisandre, who was holding the pole on her shoulder with his
wrists trussed up to it.  She was sighing, listening to her wife crow
interminably.  She caught Jon’s gaze and she smiled a brilliant smile.  Jon’s
cock was suddenly rock hard in anticipation.
The night before, Melisandre had his shirt off and her hands working the laces
to his breeches with her on her knees between his legs, ready to pull his cock
out and give him hot head.
Suddenly Ygritte came into the room.  “Oh heelllll no!”  Ygritte called out. 
She then hotly told him that after making her and Melisandre wait so long, that
he would be taken by the hunt on the morrow.
Jon and Melisandre had been very horny and frustrated, but quickly understood
this was important to Ygritte and with much huffing had agreed to hold off
their lovemaking till after the “hunt”.
 
Ygritte
Ygritte felt like she was walking on air.  She felt the pole on her shoulder
with Jon Snow trussed to it hanging like a sacrificial offering.  She had bound
Melisandre to her with the ritualistic hunt and now she was claiming her
husband the same way too.  
Her wife was using a spell to keep the weight of Jon from being onerous as they
walked down the path back to their cabin.
When she had come back to the cabin and had seen Jon and Melisandre about to
make love, she had felt such elation but she had been planning this hunt for
several weeks.  She had remembered the joy she felt claiming Melisandre. They
had not been happy, but when she whined and batted her eyelashes, of course
they both had given in quickly.  She knew she had them both pussy whipped. 
She knew they were anxious to consummate their new love.  She was anxious too.
She thanked the old gods for giving her the two loves of her life. She was both
Ygritte and Tygreti and wanted her loves from both lives - and had gotten
both.  It paid to be ambitious!
She whistled a wildling tune as she went down the trail.  She looked back at
Jon Snow swinging to and fro, looking calm and collected.  Melisandre had her
studied cool face on, but she knew that was a sham.  The woman was a hussy just
like herself.  She was addicted to her pretty pussy, and would be addicted to
Jon’s cock.  Ygritte shivered in anticipation.
She finally saw the glade with their cabin coming into view.  She licked her
lips.  Soon she would feel Melisandre’s cunt in her mouth and Jon’s cock in her
pussy fucking her so good.
They walked through the small glade and she kicked open the door and took Jon
in through the door and then through to the bedroom. They laid him down on the
bed.  She cut his wrists and ankles free.  He slowly stood up, shaking his
limbs to get the circulation back. 
Ygritte looked at Melisandre.  She was not sure how Melisandre looked so good. 
She did not know how she kept herself so free of the forest.  It was not magic,
or she would have felt it.  Melisandre’s hair was lustrous and untrammeled with
the detritus of the trees that covered Jon and herself. They started to take
their clothes off excitedly.
They both moaned when Melisandre dropped her dress, stepping out of it naked,
her nipples long and thick and her pussy a soupy mess.  Her inner lips bloomed
out her slit all slimy wet and dark pink.  When they had stripped Melisandre
sat them down on the bed and methodically cleaned their hair of leaves,
brambles and twigs and combed their hair out with her fingers.  The clear
affection inflamed all three with rabid lust.
Melisandre then glided between Jon’s legs, going down to her knees and
swallowed Jon’s cock hungrily. Ygritte watched her wife give Jon wet sloppy
head, bobbing and sucking feverishly.  Jon moaned gutturally as he leaned back
on his hands watching Melisandre suck him off.  Ygritte diddled her twat, all
swollen and wet.  She tweaked her clit and circled it gasping.  Melisandre made
wet obscene slurping noises for the next five minutes.  Then she surged her
head down.  She did hot deep throat Jon’s massive cock.
She bobbed slow taking his dick down her throat.  Old skills from a lifetime
ago coming back to the tall ShadowBender witch.  Ygritte moaned seeing
Melisandre’s throat bulge out under her ears swallowing Jon’s long cock down
her throat.  She fucked his cock with her throat and came up to suck on his
dickhead with her swirling head and swiping tongue and then taking him back
down her throat.  Ygritte watched Jon body start to jolt and then violently
shake.  He screamed feeling Melisandre’s throat on his cock as it spewed hot
ribbons of semen down her throat. 
He fell back and lazily watched his wives fuck for the next hour.  Jon
obviously enjoyed being able to watch two beautiful redheads suck each other
off several times to screaming orgasms and then roll into sixty-nine sucking
each other off to simultaneous orgasms.  Jon enjoying being right beside to
see, hear and smell their hot fucking up close.
Jon then did Ygritte doggy-style which she loved.  She was down on her elbows
and forearms as she sucked off Melisandre, who ground her pussy hard into
Ygritte’s face.  Ygritte had screamed so hard into her wife’s pussy feeling Jon
slam fuck her swollen cunt and then his cock firing hot arrows of cum into her
womb. How she had missed that!
They had rested and drank plenty of fluids and ate some blackberries.  Then
Ygritte was on her knees sucking off Jon and taking his dick deep into her
throat as he screamed gripping her hair and jamming her head down to his crotch
his hips leaping up as his dick spurted hot semen to the greedy stomach of the
wildling. Ygritte then moved over and put Melisandre’s legs on her shoulders
and lapped and sucked her sweet pussy off twice filling her mouth with hot
sweet pussy cum and soaking her face in her sweet love juice.
Jon was hard again and he took Melisandre down on the bed septa style-face-to-
face.  He had first sucked on Melisandre's nipples in turn making her pant.
Then he slide his dick deep into her wet tight pussy.  He first fucked her on
his hands but slowly settled down onto her voluptuous body his body mashing her
tits flat.  Their bellies slapping and groins jacking into each other.  Ygritte
was stroking his body and cooing how hot his sweaty body looked so hot fucking
their wife.  How his dimpling ass was so fucking hot.  Ygritte murmured they
were perfection fucking.  
"Slam that big dick in her tight cunt Jon.  Fuck her with that big cock.  Make
her cum hard on your dick Jon!  Fill her womb with your hot cum!" Ygritte
encouraged her man.
His hips swirled back and slammed forward and down impaling Melisandre on his
dick.  Her arms were looped over Jon's bod and her thighs gripping his ass her
ankles kicking the air over his ass.  Their bodies locked tight as Jon snarled
and fucked Melisandre so hard her body jerking up that fraction of an inch on
the bed. 
Then Melisandre was screaming so hard her body bucking and convulsing as her
orgasm ripped her belly to shreds.  Her spasming cunt milking and squeezing
Jon's cock plundering her pussy so deep and hard.  Her cunt clenching on Jon's
cock sent him over the precipice of ecstasy.  He screamed as his hips slammed
forward his cock spurting hot semen into Melisandre's womb flooding it.
Ygritte had kissed and stroked their sweet soaked bodies.  When Jon rolled onto
his back Ygritte was between them.  She first sucked his still hard cock clean
of semen and Melisandre's cum.  Then she was between Melisandre's legs licking
up her cum and Jon's sweet semen drooling out her stretched temporarily
satiated pussy.
She then laid back and let her husband and wife take turns sucking her off
while the other swallowed her small titties and rammed their tongues down her
cawing throat.  Her spouses devouring her sweet tight body.  Ygritte threw her
head back and screamed as Melisandre sucked her cunt deep into her mouth and
was pulling on it stretching out her wife’s pussy hard as the clit deep in her
hot sucking mouth exploded.  Jon was beside her using both hand to push up a
small tit and was trying to suck her nipple down his throat while his tongue
lashed the turgid nipple.  Ygritte legs thrashed and then clamped in with harsh
spasms of pure fucking bliss.  Her thighs tried to crush Melisandre’s head
between them which only made Melisandre suck harder.
 
Jon
They slept and snuggled, cooing and stroking sweat and cum soaked bodies.  Then
late in the night Ygritte and Melisandre rode Jon cowgirl in turn cumming so
hard as they rode his cock with their tight pussies.  Jon finally cummed hard
deep in Melisandre’s pussy driving her over the edge one last time. 
They then snuggled down on each side of Jon Snow.  Ygritte was complete now. 
She had her wife and husband she lazily told her spouses satiated.  Once Jon
became Azor Ahai reborn they could defeat the Ice King and then be free to live
their lives as they saw fit in sweet solitude.  They would not have much use
for the outside world then.
Jon was sitting on the couch totally at peace with the world.  He knew it
couldn’t last, because he and his wives had responsibility in the world that
they would have to fulfill, but he was going to enjoy this “honeymoon”.  He was
cooling down after another session of intense sex, this time in front of the
raging fireplace.  He had slammed his dick up Ygritte’s ass and pumped it full
of cum as he screamed in ecstasy and her wails joined his.  Jon’s semen jetting
up her asshole sent Ygritte over the edge.
He had staggered back to the sofa as he watched Melisandre lick Ygritte’s red
swollen asshole, lapping it soothing and licking up the escaping semen and
tongued her asshole as Ygritte revived and now they were on their sides doing
sixty-nine slurping and snuffling.
Jon had never thought he could love two women at one time but here he was
equally in love with two women who loved him equally and then each other
equally.  It was a beautiful triad of perfect love.  The last three weeks had
been nothing but sex and talking about their future.  He loved how they sucked
his cock so lovingly and sucked so hard as his dick convulsed in their mouths
and they shared his semen back and forth obscenely.  Wet kisses moving his
semen from mouth to mouth.  He loved slamming his dick into their hot tight
pussies and pinching assholes but he loved maybe more going down on the women
or having one riding his cock as the other rode his face hard.  For him it was
giving and taking in raw passionate sex.
Jon smiled.  It was easy to love two hot always randy redheads that wanted to
bone him and each other all the time.  They loved fucking in front of Jon. 
They would fuck themselves relentlessly into exhaustion.  Gods he loved
watching them fuck each other!  He was always amazed how quickly they recovered
and hungered both for each other and him.  This was indeed his personal heaven.
The other part was a little more unsettling.  He believed in duty and giving
his life for the realm.  He had been raised a Stark by the greatest man in the
realm.  He knew Eddard Stark would never turn aside from his duty.
Jon did not fear any fight against a foe sword to sword.  He would fight and
die if necessary to save the realm.
That was the problem.  What his wives told him was not about a fight but a
process.  A process that seemed to be him going into a fire and burning and
becoming this ‘Azor Ahai’.  He was to be burn down and be raised back up as
something more.  The two women seemed to agree that it would involve his death
or near death.  That was the part that Jon Snow did not like at all.  The women
would debate about how to get him into this state.  Would it happen in some
fight?  Would they have to pick a fight with Crows or Wildlings to get Jon on
death’s door?
None of them liked that.  It was too full of possibilities where he would be
killed and not be able to be put into the fire that would transform him.  Plus,
his wives would have to be present to have their spirits guiding his
transformation.  What if his wives were hurt, or even killed?  He would not
allow that.  He was sure that none of them could really predict the outcome of
a battlefield.  Gods knew the fights he had been in had been wild and chaotic. 
He had never seen his assassination coming, and he would have died then and
there if not for his wives appearing like divine angels of mercy and
retribution.  He may well get killed in some fight, but it would not be a fight
he went into seeking to die and then be resurrected.  If he died in battle with
the random hands of fate plucking his life strings he would have to rely on his
wives doing their duty.  He could only hope that they would survive to do their
duties and he could arise and then protect them or take his vengeance if they
died.
He would work for that not to occur.  The women had another hypothesis that
they chewed over: they could kill Jon. 

He really did not like that idea!
The two women were absolutely sure that Jon had to be on death’s door to be
transformed.  For the spirit or whatever it was that needed to inhibit his body
could only do what was necessary with Jon on or past the doorway of life.  The
forces that were required could only operate with his body in that state, and
then fire would be the active agent to do the transformation.
Melisandre leaned towards poison.  She had learned the secret arts of poison
from her time in Braavos, and learning from the House of Black and White.  She
had helped them in performing several contracts that needed her special
talents, and they had in turn helped her refine her skills with the various
forms of poisons.  She had learned how to administer just enough to bring you
to the door of death.
Melisandre intoned this followed by her admonition that with poison and each
person’s chemistry being different that there was always variability.  She
could make a mistake and take Jon too far to the other side of death.
Jon had thought this had some merit. It was controlled and at least some what
precise.  He could not say the same for Ygritte’s idea.  She had pressed that
she could shoot Jon full of arrows and take him to the edge of death.  She
would only nearly mortally wound him.
Both he and Melisandre had looked at her with big eyes at that.  “That’s
fucking crazy!” Melisandre had shouted at her wife.  Ygritte got hot and they
started to argue.  “I’m a excellent shot godsdammit!” Ygritte stormed back.
Jon had just sat on the sofa listening.  Melisandre turned to him “What do you
think, Jon?”
“That’s fucking crazy, Ygritte.” he told his smaller wife.
She had not liked that and stomped her foot and flapped her arms. They were
belittling her archery skills.  Finally, Melisandre had told her, “Please give
it a rest, Ygritte.”
The fiery redhead had not. 
Next thing Jon knew was that Ygritte had been snatched by her arm and whirled
down over Melisandre’s knees on the sofa. They had been talking and arguing in
the nude.  The three spouses spent all their time in the cabin with no clothes
on now.
*Smack*Smack*Slap*Smack*Slap*Smack*Smack*Slap*Smack*Smack*
Melisandre proceeded to give their wife a vicious spanking.  The small wildling
cursed, wailed and threatened them both but Jon observed never once did Ygritte
try to move off her wife’s legs.  The wildling humped her ass up to the
blistering palm strikes.
Jon almost immediately smelled Ygritte’s cunt flooding the room with her thick,
pungent scent.  He leaned over and helped Melisandre spank their wife’s ass
cheeks, now burning a bright cherry red.  Jon smiled, remembering. She was
nutting on Melisandre’s thick muscled thighs and orgasm hard from that and the
pain.  They had fucked all night after that.
Jon did not like the idea of having to die by someone’s hand to become Azor
Ahai.  He knew of another way.  The reports he read as Lord Commander had
showed him another way.  His wives were confusing the fire with the legends of
Azor.  That was the past.  This was a new age that needed a new answer.
He had read all the reports that came across his desk.  Most had been focused
on his immediate problems of being Lord Commander, but some reports were of the
realm.  A Commander had to know the status of the realm that he was
protecting.  A Lord Commander needed to know all threats no matter their
location.  They may in time come to the Wall.
There was another force that would in time come to bear on the realm, and
therefore the Wall.  A force that had appeared and become mighty, and was only
growing stronger.
Daenerys Targaryen.
She was smashing her way across Slaver’s Bay.  Slave city after slave city had
fallen to her.  She had smashed Khalasars.  She ranged far inland, destroying
all vestiges of the slave trade.  She either destroyed mercenary companies
completely, or brought them into her fold.  She was moving west.  All in
Westeros knew her destination. 
He had focused on the exploits of this Targaryen on the battlefield.  She had
been no general behind the lines directing her forces.  No.  This woman had
lead from the front lines and used her sword to devastating effect.  If this
kept up, she would be a walking legend by the time she reached Westeros.
But that was not what Jon was thinking about now.  His thoughts were
interrupted by Ygritte wailing.  After Melisandre had blistered her ass Ygritte
had been in fucking heat.  Ygritte had fallen on Melisandre sucking her off
like her life depended on it.  They then rolled into a hot sixty-nine.  They
snuffled and devoured sweet sopping red cunt meat.  Melisandre orgasm hard
first her body bucking wildly. 
The tall auburn haired woman broke out of the sixty-nine and spread Ygritte
legs and absolutely dove in devouring her wife’s cunt.  Melisandre’s mouth
lapping and sucking Ygritte’s clitoral hood up into a sweet glistening tent of
succulent cunt meat.  Soon Ygritte’s cunt was exploding in Melisandre’s hot
sucking mouth.  Ygritte’s body bucked and jackknifed violently as more shrieks
filled the cabin.
Jon’s thoughts went back to what he spent little time reflecting on when he
read the reports initially. Daenerys Targaryen too had been transformed by
fire.  A fire that she had chosen to walk into without hesitation, if the
reports were to be believed.  She had walked in an unremarkable young girl, and
walked out with dragons.  Jon contemplated that.  The girl, for that was all
she was then, had had some insight.
He wondered if he could now take that insight and use it here.  Free choice. 
How had she known she would survive?  He came to the decision that she had not
been assured.  It had been a belief in herself that allowed her to walk into
those flames.  She had a destiny and meant to follow and fulfill it.
Just like Jon.  He had a destiny and he would choose to walk that path.  He
would not rely on chance or providence.  He would walk forward to his destiny. 
He would meet it with a back straight and shoulders squared - as his father’s
son.
His wives were temporarily satiated.  He helped them up and guided them to the
bedroom and their bed.  He started kissing them and stroking their bodies
already soaked with sweat and cum and feeling fuck hunger surging again into
their veins.
Several hours later Jon was resting his head on a pillow soaked in sweat and
his wives cum.  His own body soaked in sweat.  His wives leaning into his sides
and tracing patterns in the sweat on his chest. 
“I know what needs to be done to become Azor.” he announced calmly.
Melisandre lifted her head and he heard Ygritte pause in her breathing and then
resume tracing patterns in the sweat on his chest.
“I think you are both wrong about me having to die to become Azor Ahai.  That
was for a different time.  I will walk into the flames whole and hale.  I
choose to walk into the fire and will seek my destiny in those flames.”  He had
their undivided attentions with both of them sitting up to watch him. 
Jon told them of what he knew of a Daenerys Targaryen and her transformation. 
She had walked into the fires and been untouched.
“I’m not sure about this, Jon.” Melisandre told him solemnly.  “She is from old
Valyria. She has the old blood of Dragon Lords running in her veins.  House
Targaryen was the weakest of the Dragon Lords, but she is one nevertheless. 
She has it in her blood, Jon.  You are a Stark and not Targaryen.  Your looks
show us that. I fear if you walk into the fire unprepared by being at death’s
door or just past, you will die.”  She reached out and gripped his arm.  “I
can’t risk that, Jon.”
“Melisandre—Ygritte, you have convinced me this is my destiny.  I must embrace
it.  I can feel it.  That this is the way to go.  I need to walk into the
flames with free will.  I may not be of old Valyria, but the Starks are a
powerful house.  I will either live or die, but I will do so as a Stark.”
Ygritte moved to get between her wife and husband, sitting between them.  She
held their hands. 
“Melisandre … I think Jon has the right of it.”  She took a deep breath. 
“Anything else seems so unsure and forced … I like this, now that I think about
it.  To choose to do something is a powerful magic all in its own.”
Melisandre sat with a soft look at her husband and wife.  She took a deep
breath.  “I can’t see a better option myself.  Trying to fashion a reality is
too unsure. We would probably fuck it up.”
“Jon, are you ready to do this?  Ygritte and I are priestesses of fire, but
even we can’t walk in the fire and live.  Are you sure?”
“Yes I am sure. I just feel this is the right way to go.  I will not sit and
wait, constantly looking over my shoulder wondering if I am doing the right
thing.  Is this time of my transformation?  I have made my decision and will
see it through.  I will rely on that the fates have led me to this place and
this time.  My wives have prepared me.”
He had lowered his hands to their pussies and began stroking their twats that
were rapidly swelling and getting wet again.  His own cock now rock hard and
jerking above his belly.  He moaned feeling Ygritte swallowing his cock and
bobbing hard while she fiercely sucked.  He watched Melisandre straddle his
face and her beautiful pussy came down and swallowed his mouth as she ground
down.  Jon speared his tongue deep into her honey hole lapping out sweet cum.
He could meet any challenge with his wives at his side.
//////
Three days later Jon found himself in front of a large bonfire burning hotly in
the glade in front of their cabin. The fire was burning in the bright midday
sun.  His wives had used magic to bring down a dead tree and then have it
explode into shards the perfect size to be burned.  They had spent three days
gathering the wood and piling it in the glade.
They had gathered dead limbs and lots of dry pine needles that were used to
start the blaze. 
This was an act for just the three of them.  No one else was to be involved. 
Thus, the decision to do the fire walk in the middle of a bright day.  The fire
was bright and intense with almost no smoke.  It would be unseen.  The flames
were leaping twenty feet into the air.
Jon smiled at the flames.  It just felt that something like this should be done
at night where the light would feel and look more magical and ethereal.  Jon
sighed.  Expediency demanded that this act be done when it would not be
noticed.
He stood near the flames with his wives.  They were nude, the sweat dried off
their skin.  They had fucked all night and into the morning.  The sun bright in
their bedroom Jon had been so wrought up he had shot his load deep up into
Ygritte’s womb and then still hard fucked Melisandre hard pounding her down
into the bed. She had wrapped her legs and arms around his body and they both
screamed and screamed when his cock fired off hot ribbons of pearly semen
flooding her pussy and womb.
Jon and his wives stood before a raging bonfire.  He had their hands in his. 
In Ygritte's free hand she held Longclaw.  He looked at the flames.  He was
discovering that knowing what one had to do and then doing it was two different
things.  He was about to piss himself he was so afraid.  He was shaking in
fear.  He knew he was in trouble.  He knew he had to have control of his
emotions for this to work.  This fear would be his undoing.  He had read the
reports.  Daenerys Targaryen had walked calmly into the fire.
She had known her destiny and accepted it without fear.  How?!  He was sure he
was right but the idea of walking into a roaring bonfire was terrifying.  He
was just a small man with no great destiny about him.  He was just trying to do
his best.
He needed a sign.  His faith in himself and his destiny was not great enough. 
He needed something to give support to his thoughts.  To make his belief come
to fruition.
He heard Melisandre gasp.  Ygritte squeezed his hand hard and started to back
up.  Jon turned his gaze from the fire to look at his wives.  They were staring
off to the right.  He turned his gaze to follow their gaze. 
Jon gasped and suddenly all his fears were gone.
“Ghost!” Jon screamed.  He released his wives hands and was running his way
across the glade towards his snow white Direwolf.  The mighty wolf standing at
the edge of the tree line looking at Jon.  The wolf broke into a run.  Man and
beast met near the tree line.  Jon was shouting and the wolf silently rose up
on its hind feet and placed its feet on Jon’s shoulders and was licking his
face.
Jon cried.  He was sure Ghost had died beyond the Wall.  By the old gods Ghost
must have walked all the way to the end of the Wall and swam around it and come
back to Castle Back and somehow traced Jon to his hidden liar.
“Oh Ghost! Ghost!  It is so good to see you boy!”  Jon petted and scratched his
direwolf’s ears and flanks.  The wolf kept licking his face.  True to his
nature Ghost made no whimpers of joy but Jon could feel it in the wolf’s
vibrating body.
His wives had come up hesitantly to the scene playing out.  Jon turned to his
wives and told them about how he had found Ghost at the body of his dead
mother.  How he had almost been missed but Jon had found him hidden under his
dead mother’s body.
He urged his wives to come up to him.  They trusted Jon and came up.  Ghost
went to them and sniffed them and began to brush into their bodies and lick
their hands and tilted his face up. The women lowered their heads and the great
wolf lifted his head and licked their faces.  They laughed.
Jon was ready now.  He had received his requested confirmation.  There was no
more reason to delay.  As a group they walked back to the fire.  He gripped
their hands again and walked towards the fire.  His wives squeezed his hands
and slowly walked him to the very edge of the fire.  The fire would have cooked
anyone other than the witches standing right up against the flames.
Jon staring at the flames hard did not see his wives looking at each other. 
Jon was not harmed by the flames.  He was right!
Ygritte handed Jon Longclaw with her free hand, and now gave it to Jon Snow. 
He took a deep breath and walked into the flames with a straight back and
willingness to meet his destiny as a Stark.
The world inside the fire was as a strange thing.  The flames leapt up and
around him.  The logs were glowing hot red and white, consuming themselves for
him.  His toes worked through the clinkers, glowing red hot.  He was turned to
look out as his wives who were staring into the flames at him.  Their faces
were distorted and appeared ghoulish, twisted by the heat and leaping colors of
the fire he was in.
Jon suddenly realized he was in the middle of raging bonfire.  What was doing
in here?  The fire was not touching him. How was this possible?  Doubt entered
his mind.
“AAARRGGGUUNNGG! AAAIEEEEEEEE! AAAIIIIEEEEE!” Jon Snow screamed as the flames
were wrapping around his limbs and body.  His breaths brought fire deep into
his lungs and boiled his blood.  He was in pure agony, feeling his skin blister
and start to peel.  His eyes felt like they might burst from the inside.  His
toes and fingers clawed, and he dropped Longclaw as his body began to convulse
his brain on fire.  He fell to his knees in agony, his blood bubbling and his
muscles cooking inside his peeling skin.
He was on his hands and knees, dying.  He remembered his father and his steely
resolve, and how he met any challenge with straight back and steely focus.  Jon
gritted his teeth and focused.  He was a Stark!  They met every challenge and
did not give into their fate without the greatest of fights.  He surged to his
feet and screamed but not now in pain but in challenge.
He was Jon Snow, son of Eddard Stark.  He would not surrender to his fears.  He
was going to meet the challenge of his time.  The pain fled from his body and
he could see clearly again.  He looked down at his hands and body.  Where he
had felt his skin peeling his skin was unmarred by any blister.  His mind was
clear and he felt his strength return. He spied Longclaw buried in fiery coals,
and saw that it was glowing hot red and yellow.  Flames were leaping off the
blade.  He bent over and picked it up.  It felt hot in his grip.
Jon looked around, and the flames no longer touched him.  He breathed deep and
the flames did not enter his body.  He was immune to the fire now.
He stepped out the fire and felt a rush of cool air flooding over his body,
cooling him.  He felt alive and full of his strength.  He looked down at
Longclaw.  It was shimmering and radiating out fiery heat. Jon felt the burning
sword in his palm but he felt no pain. The sword was heat and magic now.  He
turned the sword over looking at the heat radiating out from the blade making
mirages.  Hot tongues of flames radiated out the core of the blade rising
several feet before slowly fading away only to be replaced by new flames.
Ygritte ran up to him “Jon … You truly are Jon Snow now!” she was then hugging
him and kissing his chest all over. “Oh Jon—I know who you mother was now . . .
who your father was!” She softly said, hugging her husband close.
Jon looked out at Melisandre. She was crying hard, which upset him greatly.  He
watched aghast seeing his other wife fall to her knees and throw her head back
and pushing her breast out.  “Jon Snow, my husband, take your sword reborn and
run it through my heart and become all you were meant to become. Kill you wife
and become Azor Ahai completely!”
 
Melisandre
She had wailed out her entreaty.  She had prepared herself for this moment. 
She loved Ygritte and Jon, but she needed to make this sacrifice.  They would
understand and do what was necessary. 
When she had seen Jon Snow come out of the flames with white hair and violet
eyes, she knew his true heritage.  It was now crystal clear that Jon had been
right.  His old Valyrian blood and the spirit of Azor would make him the true
foe of the Ice King.  All he had to do was run his fiery sword through her
heart to complete the transformation.
Jon would have his other wife to love and care for him.  She was tainted.  She
still harbored great guilt for coming to Westeros to kill Ygritte on Jon’s
sword.  She had been prepared to do that.  She had not thought of falling in
love with Ygritte.  That she was her lost love reborn.  She deserved to die for
such treachery.
She threw her head back further.  “Kill me Jon!  Grasp you destiny.  Love
Ygritte—she’s is worthy of your love! … run me through, my love!”  Melisandre
lips trembled waiting to feel the killing stroke.  Her face grimaced waiting
for the killing sword thrust to her heart.
The wait was killing her.  What was taking so long!
From a distance she heard Ygritte shout out at her “O Melisandre you know
nothing!  Get that big pretty ass up and get over here!”
Melisandre cracked open one eye and looked around.  She was alone facing the
fire that was finally beginning to burn out.  She turned around and she spied
Jon and Ygritte walking back to the cabin, naked and arm in arm, Jon squeezing
Ygritte’s ass as her wife squealed.
Ghost was standing near her to the side. The wolf motioned his head towards Jon
Snow and Ygritte.  The wolf started to gamble towards the cabin.  The wolf
turned its head when she did not rise and follow.  Ghost motioned with his head
again and started to walk towards the cabin.
Shocked, Melisandre got up from her knees and hurried across the glade chasing
her spouses.  Her bosom was flopping up and down in her haste. She reached them
just as they reached the front porch. 
“I have to be sacrificed!  You know this Ygritte!”
“You know nothing wife.  No one is being sacrificed around her today woman. 
All we are going to do is fuck!” Ygritte exclaimed, her nipples hard and pussy
getting swollen and wet looking at Melisandre with fuck hungry eyes.
“Baby, I was going to sacrifice you when I first came to you.  I was going to
kill you!” Melisandre cried out in shame and disgust with herself.
“I already knew that.”
“WHAT!” Melisandre screeched. 
“I say that in the flames the first night I got my vision back.”
“But … but wh-wh-whatttt?” Melisandre stammered confused.
“What I saw,” Ygritte said holding up her little finger “was me wrapping you
around my little finger and making you mine! So stop your bleating, woman. 
Let’s go in and fuck … we have our husband back, and we need to fuck and
consummate our love anew.”
Melisandre could only stare at her wife and husband.
“I also saw this moment and you being a silly goose … forget this sacrifice
shit!  Jon has shown us his way is the right way, and forget what we had
assumed was the path.”
“But I was going to kill you, Ygritte,” Melisandre hiccupped.  “Azor Ahai got
his power by sacrificing his wife on his sword.”
“Woman.  My vision is clear on this. Azor and his wife did not understand the
prophecy they were given.  It was not their fault really.  Infelice, Regent of
the Elohim, came to them and tried to prophesize to them, but, as is the norm
with the Elohim she had to speak out both sides of her mouth.  The end result
was that Azor committed murder where none was needed.”
“Who is this Infelice?”
“Don’t really know.  That is all I can see. I can see the who of it but not the
why of it.  Stop bleating about the past and let’s live in the present woman! 
Get your ass in this house and fuck me and your husband.”
Melisandre stood their gnawing her lip in guilt.
She saw did but not register Jon stepping up to her and whisking her up off the
ground, holding her in a bridal pose against his strong chest.  “No, no, I’m
not worthy!”  Jon effortlessly carried Melisandre into the cabin and over to
the fireplace.  He stood before the stone hearth.  He raised his right hand and
slammed Longclaw into the stone the blade burying halfway with flames still
bleeding out the blade.
The wolf came in and laid down in front of the hearth and enjoyed the heat
radiating off Longclaw. 
Jon then walked over to the sofa still carrying Melisandre like a blushing
bride.  Jon sat down on the sofa and suddenly Melisandre was turned over on his
strong legs, her ass up in the air.
“Wh—What are you doing!” Melisandre gasped.
*Slap*Slap*Smack*Smack*Smack*Slap*Slap*Smack*Slap*Slap*Smack*Smack*Slap*
Melisandre squealed and squalled in pain.  Her ass on fire. The throbs pulsing
out her blistered ass cheeks.  She gasped as the pain suddenly started to pulse
in her quickly hardening clit and her wet cunt sliming her husband’s thighs.  
Jon hands smacked down hard as he continued to blister Melisander’s full
jiggling ass cheeks.  Pain and pleasure flooded out her cherry red ass cheeks. 
Her pussy was so wet and swollen now.  It gushed out hot steamy, slimy fuck
nectars.  Jon massaged her ass.  He bent his head down and bite it lightly.  He
massaged the cherry red ass cheeks.  His right hand rose high in the hair. 
Then the hand was descending in fast arcs as he again blistered Melisandre’s
ass cheeks again.
*Smack*Smack*Smack*Slap*Smack*Smack*Slap*Slap*Smack*Smack*Slap*Smack*Smack*
“Aaaieeeee! Mmngghhiii! Eeeeiiii … oohhh ohhh yeess yess—oohh gods I love you
Ygritte—Jon so much Aaaiieee Aaiieee!”
*Slap*Slap*Slap*Smack*Smack*Smack*Slap*Smack*Smack*Slap*Slap*Smack*Smack*Slap*
“Oh Jon!  Unnggg hhnngg hhnnggg shit! Oh yesssssss! Blister my fucking ass! 
Unnnggg hhnnggg hhnnngg unnggg!” Melisandre groaned her pussy on fire.  The
pain going straight to her rigid hot throbbing clit.
*Slap*Smack*Slap*Smack*Smack*Smack*Slap*Smack*Slap*Slap*Slap*Smack*Smack*Slap*
Now each slap on her ass cheeks was going straight to her clit in raw searing
pleasure.  Her head was drunk on pleasure and pain.
Melisandre wailed in pain that was pleasure.  Then Ygritte was before her. 
Ygritte was on her knees kissing her deeply and pulling on her nipples.  The
former Wildling pulled, stretched Melisandre’s nipples sending hot flashes of
raw throbbing pleasure to her clit.  Ygritte had pulled back to look at her
hands pleasuring her wife’s tits.  She then bent in and kissed Melisandre
sweetly on the lips.
“Stop this stupid guilt Melisandre—we love you so—so much!” Ygritte said her
face just in front of Melisandre’s face.  Melisandre cupped the back of
Ygritte’s head and pulled her head back to hers and kissed her wife hotly. 
Ygritte parted her lips and Melisandre surged her tongue deep into Ygritte’s
mouth and kissed her wife deeply.
Yes.  She would let go of her doubts and self-loathing.  She was loved and
loved back.  Melisandre saw the truth of their special love.
Jon put her on the sofa and Ygritte got up on the sofa and pulled Melisandre’s
face to her aching cunt and Melisandre buried her face deep in her wife’s muff
and devoured the slimy swollen cunt meat and rigid clit.  Her cheeks hollowed
out with her feverish love sucks on her wife’s sweet oh so sweet pussy drinking
down the sweet nectar burbling from Ygirtte's  hot juicy twat.
She felt Jon lifting her ass and getting one foot on the sofa.  He pulled her
ass cheek back with one strong hand.  Her asshole now exposed to his hungry
gaze.  Melisandre cried out when Jon pressed his cock into her throbbing
asshole.  His big cockhead pressed into and pierced her tight anus.  Jon
drooled long ribbons of spit onto his hard dick and pooled it on his wife’s
pulsing anus. 
Jon pulled back his dickhead rubbing over her asshole rimming it.  Jon then
pulled back and used both hands to pull Melisandre's ass open and he leaned in
rimming her sphincter with his wet probing his tongue.  He circled her asshole
with soothing soft and yet hard tongue.  Then he was probing her anus making it
quiver and spasm in raw need.  Melisandre gasped into Ygritte's pussy feeling
her asshole pulsing in aching pleasure.
Jon tossed her salad for several minutes swirling his tongue on her rosebud and
then sliding his tongue into her anus and sliding it in all the way.  The
pleasure jerked Melisandre's face from Ygritte's clam shell.  “Aaauugggg uunngg
unngggg ohhh shit!  Gods that feels so fucking good Jon!  Oh sweet R’hllor give
me your dick up my ass Jon” Melisandre begged for it.  “Pppplluuuzzzeeeee!” 
Ygritte cupped the back of her head and jammed her face back into her swollen
muff.  Melisandre moaned siphoning Ygritte's clit back into her mouth and hard
sucking it while polishing it with her tongue.
Jon rose back up.  He guided his bulbous dickhead to her wet quivering
asshole.  He pressed in with his dickhead into his wife tight sphincter and
roped more spittle onto his cockhead and her spamsing starfish.  He slowly
added more pressure probing her asshole.  She gagged feeling it start to
surrender to invasion.  He pulled back and then pushed in harder and half his
cockhead penetrated her asshole.
“Oh Gods that is so beautiful Melisandre” Ygritte breathed.  She looked forward
at Ygritte whose eyes glittered seeing her wife give Jon her hot asshole yet
again.  Ygritte was addicted to anal sex and now Melisandre was too.  “His dick
looks so beautiful penetrating your sweet tight asshole baby!” Ygritte
groaned.  “Oh gods it is going to be so hot watching him fuck you up the ass!”
Melisandre gagged in pain and pleasure feeling her asshole being pried open. 
The dirty words inspired by Ygritte always telling her to let go and be a
complete slut.  Jon’s cock pried open her asshole and his dickhead and upper
shaft slipped into her rectum.  The intense sensations made Melisandre gag and
moan gutturally into her wife's quim.  Her breath hissed out at the pain but
also pleasure that anal sex always gave her.  Her body quivered feeling his ass
filled with Jon's dick.  Jon paused letting her sphincter stretch out.  Then he
slowly started to pump his hips softly.  Melisandre dined on Ygritte's pussy
filling her mouth.  Her cheeks hollowing out with her short harsh sucks on
sweet cunt meat.
A hard spasm of ecstasy hit Melisandre.  Gods anal sex was so intense.  Her
head rocked up from Ygritte's pussy.  "Unnggmmm . . . oh! Ahhhnnn!” Melisandre
whimpered feeling her asshole stretched out tight on Jon’s thick cock.  She
felt her sphincter gripping his cock in a tight vise grip.  Her asshole
radiated pain but already pleasure was pulsing out her squired asshole in
shocking waves of rolling bliss.  The pain fading and only pure pleasure
radiating out her squired asshole.  Jon flexed his hips pumping his dick into
her asshole.  Melisandre's asshole gripped tight on his shaft.  Her asshole not
letting his dick sink deeper up her ass and her asshole bowing out as Jon
worked his hips to start fucking her spamsing butthole.  "Mmmnnggg oh yes oh
oh!  Ohhh fuck yeah Jon!  Godsdamnnnn that’s right baby!  Fuck my tight ass!"
moaned in pleasure urging her husband on in taking her asshole yet again.  Gods
she loved Jon fucking her in the ass.  
Melisandre bent her head back down dining on succulent sweet sopping wet cunt
meat.  Ygritte's guttural groans of pleasure only adding to Melisandre's
pleasure.  Her tight asshole at first bowed out with his out strokes but Jon
drooled more spit onto his shaft and her starfish.  He slowly stretched out her
anus his cock now starting to slide a little in and out Melisandre’s hot tight
asshole.  He paused gripping her ass cheeks.  With a loud snarl Jon then
slammed his manhood all the way up her asshole and fucked her balls deep.
Melisandre cried out in helpless pleasure and pain that only added to the
pleasure.  "Mmmppfffff! Pphhfffff! Muummfffff! Muummffff!" Melisandre cried out
into the pussy she was devouring.  The pleasure and now only slight pain making
her forget her mental distress.  All that mattered was that her wife and
husband truly, completely loved her. Jon slide the full the length of his thick
long shaft in out her asshole pounding her booty so fucking good.  His shaft
stretching her wide open.  He pulled his cock several times out her clenching
butthole.  His dickhead spasming her sphincter rings being pulled out her tight
asshole.  Jon then rammed iron shaft dick back up her ass so hard and deep. 
The pleasure intense and throbbing out her squired asshole heavenly. 
Soon they were all cumming together screaming and sharing life and such pure
love.  Melisandre’s snuffles as she dined on sweet pussy muffled.  She
swallowed sweet rich creamy cum flowing heavily out her wife’s spamsing pussy.
They were so hot for it and filled with magic they kept fucking hard. 
Melisandre slipped three fingers into her wife’s cunt stretching it out and
fucking Ygritte’s tight pussy hard and fast.  Melisandre moaned feeling her
wife’s hot cunt as it convulsed on her three fingers she was slam fucking
Ygritte with.  Melisandre’s mouth filled with her wife’s upper cunt sucked deep
in her mouth.  Melisandre sucked and tongued lashed the rigid clit spasming
hard in her voracious sucking mouth.  Ygritte’s screams sweet music to her
ears.
Jon gripped her hips hard his fingers sinking deep into her hips to anchor
himself.  She lifted her mouth from Ygritte’s sweet gash and looked back at
Jon.  His face grimaced in raw pleasure his back arcing to slam his dick balls
deep up Melisandre’s tight pinching asshole.  Sweat poured down his torso and
face.  She smiled at him. He did not see as he snarled jamming her back into
his cock slam fucking her hot asshole.  Melisandre loved how her body lurched
forward her tits wallowing on the bed with each hammer thrust up her asshole. 
She turned her head and buried it in sweet sloppy wet pussy and happily sucked
on juicy cunt meat.
Then she heard Jon scream and he slammed his manhood balls deep up her ass and
held his thick long cock buried up her ass and she now screamed into Ygritte’s
snatch feeling more hot ribbons of cum spurting deep up her ass as arrows of
hot cum flooded her colon so deep.  All were now screaming in the ecstasy of
sweet hammering orgasms.
Later that night exhausted Melisandre was playing with Jon’s pure white hair
and kissing his shoulder.  Ygritte was purring and rubbing all over her back
with her small breast.  Ygritte’s leg was thrown over Melisandre’s hip
possessively and her hand gripping Melisandre’s full tit.
Melisandre was in heaven on Earth.  In a way, all of them had been given second
chances.
She heard Jon yawn.  He glanced down at his wives with his violet eyes
“Tomorrow we go back to claim what is mine.”  He paused.  “We are one now.  We
go to take back what is ours.  Tomorrow we take back the Nights Watch.”
 
***** Danger Among The Dunes *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: The chapter is bookend with graphic F-F-F-F sex.
                                  Chapter 31
                            Danger Among The Dunes
       Myrcella / Arianne / Sand Snakes / Myrcella / Arianne / Myrcella
Myrcella
Myrcella was lying on her back near the head of the bed.  Dorea Sand her wife
was between her legs on her stomach.  The teenager had her face mashed deep in
Myrcella’s swollen quim devouring her wife’s sweet cunt meat.  Myrcella loved
how aggressive the sand snakes were when they ate her out.  Dorea’s hands had
gripped her legs behind the knees and jerked her legs back and then out opening
her pussy up to Dorea.  The sand snake was sucking with loving sucks on
Myrcella’s clit sucking it deeper into her mouth snuffling and moaning. 
Myrcella’s worn out muff was on fire. 
She and her three wives had been fucking for hours devouring each other like
the lionesses they were.  The women worked alone or in concert with their other
pride mates to attack and consume a fellow pride mate.  The pride mate or mates
would fuck their wife until her body convulsed with harrowing orgasms. 
Devoured couchie’s gushing hot sweet cum into gulping mouths.
They had taken several short breaks to gulp water and iced tea and consume
blood oranges and strawberries to replenish fluids.  Then back to more hot
sweet fucking.
Just before Dorea claimed Myrcella for another love kill they had taken Arianne
down for a sweet love kill.  The heir of Dorne had been staggered with her last
orgasm that Loreza had given her aunt.  They had tribbed in classic scissor but
with Arianne on her back on the floor and her body pulled up on the low divan
they had in one corner of the room. 
There Loreza had pulled Arianne’s voluptuous ass up on the slopped down thick
velvet covered stuffed cushion. Loreza grunting positioning her aunt’s groin on
the divan.  The Sand Snake’s body jerking as she lifted up Arianne’s voluptuous
ass to slide it further up the divan. Arianne’s cunt swollen and her slit pink
and her mons of love dark brown all swollen with blood.  Myrcella had eyed that
juicy snatch all splayed open ready to be ridden hard.
Arianne eyed her niece with pure love and slut eyes.  Her heavy full tits
sloshed back on her chest her nipples rigid, thick and long.  She looked so hot
with her full breast riding back on her chest and pressed into her lower
throat.
Loreza got up on the swale of the divan and parted her legs.  She balanced on
one hand and used her other hand to push her aunt’s legs out and moved her
groin in and mated their swollen and sloppy wet cunts into each other.  Loreza
shivered hard feeling their pussies mate and she used her hand behind her to
push her body forward her ass sliding on the fabric.
Loreza locked their groins tight with their legs interlocked.  Loreza’s legs
riding down Arianne’s body where it slide over her tits and past the Martell
heir's head.  Arianne did the same with the leg riding up her body.  Arianne
gripped leg to her chest anchoring her body as she jammed her pussy up in
ragged humps of love and need.  The two women flexed their hips settling in
place to lock sloppy wet cunts tight. 
“Aaaugggg … hhnnggg hhhnnnn … ooohhhh shit—aaawwooogggg mmmnnggg!” Arianne
groaned like the pure slut she was wallowing and then sweeping her wet cunt up
and down her niece’s grinding camel toe that jammed down from the superior
angle.  Their pussies sliding up and down over each other their groins jamming
hard into the V of the other’s groin.  Loreza’s face twisting in raw pleasure
feeling her snatch ground sweetly into her aunt’s wet drooling cunt.  Their
cunts jamming love juice into its mate.  Myrella moaned hard seeing the pussies
kiss and drool hot cum into the other sloppy wet cunt.
Their feet jerked and ankles slammed the divan as they fucked sweet cunt to
cunt.  Their heels jacking into cushion or ribs.  They humped hard with the
flexing of their hips jamming their drooling camel toes into each other. 
Loreza snarled pure love using her hand behind her to jam down hard with
swirling sweeps of her pussy into her aunt’s fat wet cunny.  Loreza’s sweaty
ass sliding up and down the slick fabric.  Her face slashed with hot slashes of
primal pleasure.
Loreza had the advantage of height on the divan to really grind down hard into
her aunt’s sweet quim.  Their cunts drooling and mashing love juice into the
other’s wet seam.  Cum was tricking down the Martell’s flexing flat belly.  It
looked like a river flooding with a tidal wave of hot cum weeping up the flat
flexing belly of the heir of Dorne.  Several cum trickles now reaching her tits
that sloshed right and left with her humping body.
Arianne’s groin and inner thighs glistening with thick slimy cum.  Arianne
cried out feeling her pussy mashed and rode hard.  Her face slashed and she
jerked her head side to side her face grimacing with primal fuck bliss. 
Her head would lull after each jerk from side to side as she worked her hips
and jammed her shoulders into the thick carpet to hump into her wife.  She had
gripped the sand snakes left leg with both arms holding tight to her ample
bosom as an anchor to help in her hard humps up into the snatch grinding down
into her soaked swollen snatch.
Arianne’s legs were flexing and her ankles jerking wildly.  Loreza had grabbed
Arianne’s left leg and pulled her wife’s foot to her mouth and had shoved the
first three toes into her mouth where she sucked and nibbled on her sweet
wife’s pedicure toes.  Arianne groaned hard feeling Loreza lips sucking her
toes and her long tongue slithering between each toe and working her lips so
she could work each toe in turn.
Myrcella and Dorea had finger fucked each other face to face lying on their
sides so they could stare into each other’s eyes.  Gods Myrcella’s womb had
felt like it was clawing its way out of her belly when she cummed for Dorea. 
Myrcella’s eyes had rolled back in her skull and she bucked wildly as hard
spams tore her belly open with ecstasy.  Her screams had been exultant and
repeated.  Her body soaked in sweat and hot cum all over her groin, cunt, belly
and ass.
When her orgasm hit Myrcella she had lost control of her hand and slammed it
spastically and wildly into Dorea’s cunt ramming all four fingers in hard and
deep fast and furious as her own body jackknifed violently. 
Her hand filling and stretching out her wife’s twat with each hard thrust of
her hand wedge fucking her sweetling.  Wild screams from Dorea now filled the
air as her body flipped wildly and jammed her exploding couchie into the wedge
harpoon fucking her exploding twat.  Dorea screamed like the hounds of hell
were on her trail.  Myrcella forced her eyes open hearing her sweet wife’s
wails of ecstasy.  She was so happy she did. 
She loved seeing Dorea’s head juddering jacked forward on her spasming neck as
her eyes rolled back in her head.  Her eyelids bulging showing her eyes rolling
violently in her skull as her body flipped and more sweet screams filled their
royal bedchamber.
After they had recovered they had watched Loreza maneuvering Arianne up on the
divan and start tribbing her aunt and wife.  She was whimpering grinding her
twat down into Arianne’s plump swollen muff.  Their labia lips rolled and
stretched.  Locked groins humped hard into each other. 
"Oh gods . . . Loreza! Unh! Unh! Please! Oh . . . Loreza!" Arianne chuffed in
sweet need her belly flexing and her face slashing with primal bliss as their
cunts swept and jammed hard into each other.  More cum trickled up her flexing
stomach.  Her tits sloshing and jiggling with her hot humping motions.  Her
tits now glistening with slimy cum slicking her rolling tits.
In her position, Arianne’s body was slightly tilted back so her big full tits
were spread out on her chest angled back so their fullness and weight was on
the twenty-five year olds upper chest and sloshing back and forth against the
pit of her throat.  Gods this is so hot Myrcella thought.  She was intoxicated
with her former teacher’s voluptuous body.  Myrcella looked over at a cum and
sweat soaked Dorea staring at her aunt’s tits hungrily.
Together they crawled off the bed to join Arianne and Loreza.  They moved down
off the bed onto the floor using hands and knees like the lioness they were. 
They moved in on either side of Arianne’s body as it quacked and spasmed in
ecstasy her tits whiplashing slightly in their firmness as Arianne’s body
rocked and jerked in ecstasy.  The two teenagers looked like lioness’s
approaching a poached kill as they advanced on all fours towards Arianne.
The teens settled down onto their forearm and other hand reaching and gripping
the jiggling breast and stuffed the thick nipple deep into their mouths and
locked their lips on brown steeple areola.  The girls sucked voraciously
filling Arianne’s nipples with scorching heat that rocked down to her jangling
clit being humped and mashed by her niece.  The teen’s cheeks hollowing out
with the force of their voracious sucks on thick teats.  Their tongues stabbing
and lathing the rock hard nipples.
"Ohhh!" Arianne gasped involuntarily.  She lifted her head to watch her wives
that had joined the hot fuck.  She looked at her niece and Myrcella watching
their cheeks hollowing out with their fierce love sucks.  "Unnhh! Oh . . .
yes!" Arianne gasped, her head falling back.  Loreza was using her elbows
jammed into the divan to leverage her camel toe down hard into her aunt’s
swollen sloppy wet trim and rocked their locked hips grinding and sweeping
their cunts up and down over each other.  Arianne instinctively humped up into
her niece’s tribbing with desperate wallowing jerks of her hips.  “Loreza . . .
unnhhh . . . oh Loreza!" Arianne gagged flexing her hips meeting Loreza’s
jamming thrusts in rhythmic time gagging in helpless pleasure. 
Arianne was being devoured by her pride mates.  Myrcella and Dorea took turns
kissing and nipping up Arianne’s breast to her upper chest pushing the sloped
breast aside with their chins to kiss and lick up Arianne’s throat and up to
her mouth.  Mouths locked tight and tongues dueled in the submissive woman’s
mouth and down her throat. 
Myrcella was up on her knees folded over gripping a full tit with both hands to
jam the long thick nipple deep in her mouth sucking with long ragged deep
throat love sucks stretching out nipple and areola stuffed deep in her mouth. 
Dorea was kissing hotly Arianne’s throat.  Then the older woman was wailing. 
“Awwwwwoogggggg! Hhnnnggggggg hhngggggggg Oowwwggggggg!” her former teacher
turned wife screamed as Dorea viciously sucked on her throat giving her a
vicious loving hickey bruising her aunt as their slut.
Arianne body went rigid for a few heartbeats and then exploded feeling her
throat sucked through vicious see-sawing teeth.  The hickey fueling pure
ecstasy to the Martell’s cunt being pulped by Loreza’s grinding twat. 
“Arrrunnggggggg! Unngghhh! Ohhmmnggiieee!" Arianne squealed, flipping and
squirming, her eyes watery and stunned as she opened them briefly to again look
at Loreza still jamming their cunts hard into each other with short jerks of
her hips ramming and sweeping their locked couchies over each other.  Loreza
had risen up on her palms to angle her pussy down even harder into her aunt’s
trim.  She jerked and slammed their locked groins almost violently over and
into each other.  Camel toes pulped in grinding pure love.
Arianne’s breath whooshed out her lungs and her face twisted up in the agony of
a second shocking orgasm.  She gagged in breath “Ohhh unng uunnhhh” her face
shocked in ecstasy.  “OOWWWGGGGGGGG! AAWWOOGGGGGG!” Arianne’s screams of
rapturous music to her wives ears as gut wrenching spasms tore through her
sweat drenched flesh.
Aunt and niece kept grinding their wet pussies tightly locked together. 
Arianne’s orgasms ripped through her with soul shattering seizures of fucking
bliss.  She humped hard as killing spasms of crushing searing bliss tore
through her voluptuous body.  Her head rocked back "Hhhhnnnngggggg! 
Hhhnnggggggggg! … Ohhnnngg! Oh! Oh . . . sweet gods! Ungghh! Oh fucking Jinns!
Auunngg!" she cried out her body convulsing in fucking bliss.  Her orgasm
finally subsiding.
Arianne had risen up on her elbows as Myrcella and Dorea continued to suck
voraciously on her long stiff thick nipples.  The loving sucks filling her tits
with hot aching pleasure as aftershocks now gripped and shook the Martell
hard.  She then half-swooned again her head thudding on the floor and succumbed
to another series of powerful aftershocks. "Ohhnnnnnn! Oh gods . . . ohhnnnnn .
. . oh Lorena! Unhhhhh!"
They were now back on the royal bed Doran had had constructed for them.  The
dimensions were wider and longer to give the four wives plenty of room for
their lovemaking.  Dorea jammed her head down harder siphoning Myrcella’s clit
deeper into her mouth where her tongue gigged the juicy nubbin.  “Augggg unnggg
hhnnnnn hhnnggg . . . oh gods Doreaaaa you eat my pussy soooooofuckkiinggg
goooddddd!”
Arianne was beside Myrcella a little lower on the bed.  She was on her knees
with her body leaned down on her forearms her elbows spread out.  Her cheek was
on the mattress her face looking at Myrcella but unseeing.  Arianne’s mind
overwhelmed with raw pleasure.  Her face slashed and primal grunts and caws
escaped her throat.
Loreza was behind her on her knees.  She had detoured to their goodie drawer in
the dresser to get two dildos.  One was glass with purple swirls in it (her
favorite color) and ribbed.  The shaft six inches long with a tear drop
handle.  The other dildo had a thick eight inch shaft and a large realistic
cockhead. 
Myrcella watched the sand snake work the dildos in turn into her mouth and
swirled the shafts around in her mouth wetting them liberally with her spit. 
Then Loreza got behind Arianna and gripped her ass cheeks with clawed fingers
and pulled Arianne’s ass cleft open wide.  Loreza eyed the brown sphincter as
it clenched in wanton need.  Then Loreza moaned as she lowered her head and
lapped the starfish furiously her tongue rasping the clutching sphincter. 
Loreza loved the texture of the wrinkled starfish against her rasping tongue.
Then Loreza lifted her face six inches and drooled out long ribbons of bubbly
spit that roped down to land and pool on Arainna’s asshole.  Then the sand
snake took her anal dildo with its tapered head and slowly spun it up into her
wife’s hot tight anus and started to slowly pump the purple colored glass shaft
deep up her wife’s asshole.  The ridged shaft rippling the tight sphincter
rings making Arianne gag in helpless pleasure.  Gradually the Sand Snake
increased the force of her pumping thrusts up Arianne’s tight butthole.
Arianne started to chuff and jam her ass back into the dildo fucking it. 
Arianne groaned deep in her chest feeling her sphincter rings juddering on the
ripples sizzling in and out her tight asshole.  Arianne’s face slashing with
raw pleasure.  Her cheek jamming down on the mattress her eyes squeezed shut
tight her face almost anguished looking in the fierce ecstasy rocking the
Martell as hot pleasure poured out her fucked asshole.  
Then Loreza brought up her other dildo and slowly sunk it into her wife’s
greasy cum filled cunt and slide the long thick shaft deep into her belly till
her fist clenching the handle grip of the shaft was jammed into the Martell’s
drooling clamshell.  Loreza started to see-saw the shafts in and out Arianna’s
tight cunt and asshole.  The young voluptuous woman’s body quaking and
juddering as the thick phallic shafts were now slammed hard and deep up into
her belly with powerful thrusts. 
Arianna rose up on her palms and jammed back into the shafts plundering her
fuck holes.  Her voluptuous ass and hips rippling with the power of Loreza’s
thrusts of her hands slamming her dildos home burying them completely up her
wife’s ass and snatch.  Arianna’s heavy hooters whipping and flipping
underneath her sweat dripping body.  The Martell slamming back to fully bury
the shafts up her spasming asshole and clenching cunt.
The sand snake alternated between using her toys on her aunt and her mouth. 
Loreza’s hands piston hard to drive shafts hard into spasming pussy and
asshole.  She would then ripe both shafts out her aunt's fuck holes and went
back to mashing her mouth to wet pussy and gaped asshole her tongue lashing and
drilling the sweet fuck holes.  Loreza gripping her aunt’s ass cheeks pulling
the cheeks back to open Arianne’s ass cleft and the dark seam of her upper ass
crack and gaped asshole.  Loreza mashed her face in deep and tongued fucked the
sweet open clenching orifice.  She tongue fucked the sweet rectum of her aunt.
Locking her lips on the gaped asshole and circling her tongue in Arianne’s
rectum moaning at the sweet taste.  Pulling her tongue out and down her aunt’s
perineum and shoved it deep into her pussy and tongue fucked her aunt hard. 
Loreza’s head punching in and out.  Her sweaty lank hair jerking with her hot
hard head motions.  She would lock lips on Arianne’s cunny and slurp in sweet
cunt meat and munch on happily.  Then back to tongue fucking sweet asshole.
Then Loreza found her dildos with her searching hands still licking her aunt’s
butthole.  The shafts brought up and first shoved into Loreza's mouth to suck
her aunt's sweet pussy and ass off the shafts and then she slide the shafts
back deep into Arianne's hot clenching cunt and asshole.  "Unnggggggg-
shhhiitttt!  Hhnnggg uunggg arruunggg uunnggg!" Arianne moaned in wanton slut
pleasure.
Myrcella now watched Loreza intently.  She saw her wife seesawing her dildos in
and out her other wife’s butt and pussy.  The ribbed shaft rippling Arianne’s
sphincter rings with ecstasy.  The other shaft slammed home burying the thick
head deep into Arianne’s tight twat.  Loreza ripped the shaft out of Arianne’s
ass and gripping Arianne’s voluptuous ass cheeks with her clawed fingers mashed
her face into her aunt’s ass cleft.  She left the dildo buried Arianne’s tight
pussy and tongue fucked the gaped asshole moaning as she slide her tongue in
deep.
Loreza had a tight lip lock on her wife’s starfish tongue fucking it hot and
hard. She pulled back and shoved the ribbed dildo into her mouth and sucked
hard on it cleaning her wife’s sweet ass off the cool ass juice soaked glass
shaft.  Loreza moaned tasting her wife’s ass on the dildo.  Arianna looked back
as they both moaned hard and loud at the obscene show of total love. 
Loreza slammed her anal dildo back home up Arianna’s ass.  Loreza rammed her
glass anal cock home again and again.  Her other hand in a slow piston motion
slamming her other dick deep into her wife’s belly.  Arianne’s cunt stretched
out tight around the thick shaft.  Her inner lips pulled into an O ring all wet
and red around the thick shaft torpedo fucking her dripping snatch.
Dorea had a loose lip lock on Myrcella’s clit. She siphon sucked the hard
nubbin the vibrations and frictions making Myrcella crazy with ecstasy.  The
eighteen year old sand snake slipped two fingers into Myrcella’s twat and
pumped them hard in and out her wife’s slurping love box. She sucked on
Myrcella’s clit with hard sucks slipping in a third finger stretching out
Myrcella tight cunt around her pumping fingers.
Dorea was slamming her hand into her wife’s stretched out couchie.  Dorea’s
bent thumb slamming into Myrcella’s clit with each savage stroke burying her
fingers in her wife’s twat.  Dorea’s left hand was above Myrcella’s mound and
the heel jammed into her wife’s lower belly and pressing in hard with short
jerks.  The pressure on her wife’s womb a major erogenous zone for the former
Lannister. 
Dorea lifted her head from her love suck on Myrcella’s clit.  “I am going to
make you cum so fucking hard for me Myrcella.  Your my slut!  Our slut!  You
holes belong to us!  We may share you with our sisters or Ellaria but you
belong to us!”
“Yes yes yes” Myrcella moaned her cunt pounded so hard and deep like she
needed.  “I’m your whore and slut.  Defile me like the fucking slut I am!
Aauugggg unngg hhhnngg hhhnnn hhnngg ooohhhh ffuucckkkkkkk!” the Lioness
whimpered as her belly melted in pleasure. 
Myrcella felt the tension rising in her belly.  Loreza had pulled out the two
dildos she had been fucking Arianne with.  She fed them one at a time to
Arianna. 
“Clean your cunt off my cock bitch!”  Arianna moaned as Loreza slipped the
thick shaft into her aunt’s mouth and slowly pumped it in and out the clenched
lips of her aunt.  Arianna moaned loudly sucking her pussy off the shaft. 
Loreza pulled it out and then brought up the other shaft soaked in her Aunt’s
ass juice up to Arianne’s mouth.
“Suck your fucking hot sweet asshole off my other dick Auntie!”  Arianna locked
eyes with her niece and parted her lips as her head came forward to swallow the
ass juice soaked dildo.  The heir of Drone locked her lips on the ribbed glass
shaft.  She pumped her head sensually up down the shaft sliding up and down her
tongue.  All the time Arianne moaned as she cleaned her sweet ass off Loreza
anal dildo shaft.  Myrcella saw Loreza’s eyes roll back into her skull at the
obscene display of sluttiness.  Gods it was so fucking hot!
Dorea was wolf sucking on Myrcella’s clit her head rocking as she lashed the
rigid clit in her lips as her head pulled in and out.  Dorea stretched and
pulled on Myrcella’s upper cunt sucked deep into her mouth.  The young woman’s
cunt stretched out.  The cunt meat not sucked into Dorea’s mouth all red and
shiny with slimy cum.  Dorea snuffled as she ate her wife out and looked up
Myrcella’s hard flat belly.  Myrcella hands were cupped over her titties
grinding in circles on the sweaty flesh. Myrcella’s palms mashing and pulping
her own small full A cup titties.
Loreza was pounding both of Arianne’s love holes again with her dildos.  Her
clenched hands around her dildos hammered into the Mrytell’s ass and mound. 
  Both shafts were milky with cum effluent.  Arianne’s asshole spasmed on the
shaft slamming it with hard strokes and her cunt was slurping and making such
hot wet sounds.    “Cum for me auntie cum for your hot niece!”
Dorea had risen up hunched over and her left hand wiped back and forth over
Myrcella’s clit in a blur.  She stared down at the twat she was fucking.  Her
right hand slamming her fingers in all way piercing the hot cauldron of
Myrcella’s inner core.  The left hand was a blur jacking hard into her wife’s
clitoral hood with each swipe.  Myrcella lifted her head up and felt it jerk
hard forward on her neck cawing helplessly.
She looked over at Arianne.  Loreza was slamming her dildos furiously into her
slut’s fuck holes.  Arianne’s voluptuous ass cheeks and hips rippling with the
furious fucking they were receiving.  Arianne’s face twisted with primal
bliss.  “Cum you gods damned slut!”  Myrcella watched Loreza slam her dildos
home savagely again and again into Arianne’s fuck holes.  Arianne’s face was
slashed hard with intense ecstasy.
Suddenly Arianne body surged up onto her palms her head snapped back her eyes
looking at the canopy over the bed unseeing.  Loreza continued slamming her
dildos home with a hard loving fuck rhythm.  "Oh! Oh fuck—OOOWWWGGGGGGGG!
AWWWONNNNGGGG!" Arianne suddenly cried out, her voluptuous body jackknifing and
flipping in front of Loreza as the first paroxysm of a sharp climax ripped
through her.  The adult woman wailed and her hands tore at the sheets.
Arianne’s body bucked and jackknifed violently her heavy tits whiplashing and
slapping into each other beneath the voluptuous woman.  Her face tore apart
with searing almost agonizing pleasure.  "Arruuunnggggg! Anngghhh! Oh Loreza!
Unnmmnngghiieee!" she cried out, flipping and hips her surging up and down as
her spine nearly shattered with crippling seizures of fucking with bliss.  Her
flesh quivering and flexing with each snap of her back.
Seeing her wife cum triggered Myrcella’s own orgasm.  “Aaawwwnnoogghhhnnnn!
Unnghhiiiieeeeee! Unnnghhiiieeeeee!” Myrcella wailed as her hips bucked up into
the hands fucking her so gloriously.  Her upper body jerked up off the bed and
slammed back repeatedly her firm tits whiplashing around on her chest.  Her
elbows helplessly hammered the bed as her body spasmed totally out of her
control.  Her cunt splattered and slurped on the fingers fucking them. 
“Unngghhiiieeeeeeee! Mmnngghhiieeeeeeee! Nnggghhnnniieeeeee!” she screamed in
pure love to her sand snake.
The sisters took their wives and enfolded them in strong sinewy arms and cooed
and stroked their trembling and now weeping wives. The love they felt for the
sisters overwhelming them as tears of pure joy and happiness flowed down their
cheeks.
The sisters stroked sweaty bodies and looked at each other.  Then they slowly
pulled their wives hands to their lips and kissed the hands slowly folding them
into fists and kissed the balled hands all over murmuring and making hot eye
contact with their wives. 
Soon Arianne and Myrcella had their sand snakes laid out on the bed their
pelvises up tilted with pillows.  They bent down and sucked lovingly on wet
quims further exciting and inflaming their eighteen year old wives.  The two
wives slurping and sucking in sweet cunt meat to munch on.  Then they would
tongue rigid clits with quick tongue flicks with interspersed hard sucks. 
They moved to tongue fucking sloppy wet cunt holes their heads hammering up and
down in unison as the sand snakes liked to be fucked in total lock step when
side by side on the bed and being serviced by their wives.  Myrcella glanced
over at Arianne whose sweaty lank hair jerked with her head’s hammering motion
driving her tongue deep up Loreza’s sweet pussy.
They had their wives soon panting and pleading.  Arianna unstopped the liquid
silk bottle and poured the extremely slick, water-soluble lube over her and
Myrcella’s right hands and then over their slut’s swollen cunts.  The slimy
concoction slavered hands and fuck holes with a slimy erotic coating.  Both
women got down on knees and hunched over their trembling wives pelvises.  The
women quickly worked four fingers into the loosened with orgasms pussies.  They
used their free hands to pour more of the magical lube onto their hands they
had worked deeper into their wives couchies.  They then ran the liquid over
their lovers pussies to further lubricate their cunts for their fists.
The taste was not unpleasant and Myrcella and Arianne bent in randomly to suck
hard on bulging clits making their sand snakes cry out in ecstasy.  The sisters
liked to be fucked in unison and looked at each other with lust addled eyes and
leaned toward each other and gripped the back of each other’s heads and kissed
deeply.  Their tongues working deep in each other’s mouths.  The twins deep
kissing with coiled wrestling tongues.
Arianne and Myrcella slowly bent their thumbs in and wormed them up into the
tight twats they were fucking.  Soon Myrcella had her hand in up to her
knuckles inside her slut’s tight quim.  Dorea’s pussy stretched out tight on
her hand buried in it.  Myrcella turned her head slightly to watch Arianne’s
progress.  Myrcella was folded down her head slightly cocked over so she could
watch Arianne as she tongue lashed Dorea’s clit and fast sucked on it making
Dorea shriek in ecstasy.
Arianne had a bigger hand.  She patiently worked her wife’s pussy open for her
love fist.  She pumped and rotated her hand loosening Loreza’s twat her hand
now in up to her third knuckles rippling along the edges of her wife’s vaginal
hole.  The Martell then worked her thumb into the third knuckle up her niece’s
tight quim.
Myrcella slowly stroked in and out not quite burying her hand into Dorea. 
Dorea looked over at her twin and then leaned in again kissing deeply as Loreza
chuffed.  Arianne slowly wormed her hand back and forth in a half circle
stretching out Loreza’s pussy.  Myrcella knew it was worth the patience.  Three
nights ago Arianne had fisted her so good and deep her fist twisting in and out
her puss until she had simply exploded.
Now Arianne had her knuckles sweeping into the vaginal opening of her niece. 
Loreza’s soaked labia lips slathered over her wife’s knuckles and upper hand. 
 Her vaginal juices slimed her wife’s hands.  They got the liquid silk bottle
and poured more lubricant over their hands and stretched out twats.
Arianne and Myrcella now had their fists poised to sink deep up into teenage
bellies.  They nodded to each other and pushed into the hot cauldrons of pink
cunt holes of their wives in unison.
“Huunngggggggggg!” Loreza chuffed out her head rising up a stricken look of
ecstasy on her face.  She stared at her aunt’s hand slowly sinking deep into
her snatch her wet labia lips riding down the back of Arianne’s hand.
“Hhunn hunnggg oowwwggggg!” Dorea cried out feeling Myrcella’s knuckles stretch
out her vaginal ring and then into her vagina.  Dorea’s pussy locking tight on
the hand now in it.  Myrcella groaned feeling Dorea’s wet heat sliding down the
back of her hand her wet pussy slithering down and soaking her hand in wet
heat.  Dorea’s eyes rolled back in her head “Uunngggg oohhh Myrcellaaaaa
babyyyy!” Dorea gagged in raw pleasure.  Both Myrcella and Arianne leaned in
and suckled on shiny nubbins as the sand snakes chuffed and kissed each other
deeply.
Myrcella and Arianne paused letting their wives muffs stretch out and fully
accommodate the hands buried into the sisters’ tight pussies.  They then began
to slowly rock their hands to further stretch out their wives cunts.  The
sisters moaned pushing into the hands rocking in their couchies stretching
their vaginas out on the hands buried in them.  Then Arianne and Myrcella
slowly began to push and pull their hands in the tight cunts gripping their
folded hands in a hot tight velvet fist of wet slippery heat.
Myrcella slowly brought her fingers together and formed her fist stretching out
her lover.  She saw by the look of concentration on Arianne’s face that she too
was forming her love fist.  They slowly began to rock their hands and then pump
softly stretching out their loves creamy cum filled cunts.  Arianne rose up and
drooling out long ribbons of spit into her lover’s hot frothing box and pushed
her fist deeper into Loreza.  "Oh gods!  Unhhhhh!" the sand snake gibbered. 
Myrcella had worked her fist slowly into Dorea’s pussy twisting her knuckles
churning inner hot slimy petals and rubbing on her vaginal walls "Yes . . . yes
. . . oh my sweet Myrcella—fuck meeeee—fuck my cunt good with your fist baby"
the sand snake croaked.  Her eyes pleaded for her wife to fuck her hard.  She
locked eyes with Myrcella with throbbing love. 
Myrcella rose up slightly.  Arianne followed suite.  They both pulled their
fists back to the vaginal openings of the sister’s and then surged their fists
in deep jamming into their sand snakes cervixes with a wet thump.  Their
lover’s pussies tightly clenched on their wives wrists pulsing hotly in wet
heat.  Mrycella pulled her fist back and then surged forward again her fist
thumping her lover’s cervix.  Dorea was gagging in helpless pleasure.  Loreza
was twisting as Arianne rammed her fist home over and over.
The Sand Snakes body jerked up the mattress slightly with each loving twisting
fist thrust up their tight drooling couchies.  Their faces stricken with primal
bliss of being fisted hard and deep.
Soon Myrcella and Arianne had cum rings smeared around their wrists all creamy
and milky.  They picked up the pace and force rammed their twisting fists home
again and again.  Arianne had bent down and was sucking hard on Loreza clit
while Myrcella was using her left hand to fork her love’s clit and rub her
thumb over it.
The sisters were kissing desperately their hands gripping shoulders and ribs in
tight grips.  Their faces were filled with snarls and grimaces of shocking
pleasure. 
For the next several minutes four women fucked beautifully.  Love was freely
given and love taken.  Myrcella slammed her twisting fist home over and over
making Dorea whoop and her hips leap forward to take all of Myrcella’s fist. 
Each forward thrust by Dorea rammed her cunt forward impaling her pussy on
Myrcella’s love fist.  Her pussy lips far down on Myrcella’s wrist on the in
stroke.
Now both women were sucking fiercely on rock hard clits.  Suddenly Dorea arched
her back hard and deep lifting pelvis up to the fist slamming home the knuckles
sliding over her g-spot.  “AAARRRWWWWONNNGGGGGGG!” Dorea roared her pelvis
leaping up and her body convulsing wildly.  “AAAWWOOOGGGGGGG!
AARRRUUUUNNGGGGGG!” Dorea screamed in almost agonizing pleasure.  Myrcella
jammed her free arm over the sand snake’s belly to press her down onto the
mattress as she rammed her fist fiercely into her wife’s exploding twat
“Unngghhhiiieeeeeeee! Auunnggghhiiieeeeee!” Dorea screamed in shattering
bliss.  Her body convulsed and thrashed.
Myrcella moaned feeling her wife’s trim spasm hard on her rotating pumping
fist.  Each spasm locking down on her pumping fist in a wet slippery hot grip
that her turning knuckles churned through.
Beside Myrcella, Loreza body jacked up off the bed in a snap convulsion of womb
rending ecstasy.  Loreza body had jerked up at nearly a forty-five degree
angle.  Her body jerked in a rigid grip of searing bliss.  As Arianne looked up
at her niece Loreza’s eyes rolled back into her skull and her body started to
convulse violently.  "Oh godddsssss!  Ummmnngghiieee! Uunngghhiieeeeeee!
Mmmnngghhiieeeee!" Loreza cried out, her body up in the air flipping forward
and jerking back only to jack forward again and again.  Her body up high off
the bed as violent seizures of cumming ripped through her body.  Her small tits
whiplashed on her chest with her throes of bliss.  Then a horrible spasm tore
her body and sent her crashing to the bed convulsing.  "Oh!  Ffffuucckkkk!
Annnggghmmnniieeee! Oooowwggggggggggg!"
Myrcella was in heaven feeling her wife’s cunt convulse on her fist over and
over with her stupendous orgasm.  Oh so slowly did the sand snakes come down
from their orgasmic bliss. 
For a minute she and Arianne left their fists in their wives belly knowing how
they relished the feeling of being full.  They loved the feeling of being
connected to their wife so intimately.  Then the hands were unfolded and
relaxed to let slip out of distended and very happy pussies.  The groggy sand
snakes watched their wives move up and take them lovingly into their arms and
pulled them tight and enfolded in arm and legs.  Their right hands going up to
thread into midnight black locks.  Hair now streaked and soaked in the sisters’
own cum.  Arianne and Myrcella pulled their lover’s mouths tight and kissed
them in languid love with slippery wet tongues.
They had snuggled and cooed in post coital bliss.  Now Myrcella smiled.  Her
other wives were asleep.  Arianne was on her back with Loreza spread out on her
with her cheek on a full bosom snoring and drooling.  She had Dorea pressed
against her from the other side.  Her right cum soaked hand intertwined with
Dorea’s fingers and pressed to her heart.
Yes indeed, Myrcella was one happy slut.  She moved to press against Dorea’s
body pulling the sheets over their bodies.  She wiggled in mashing her tits and
pussy into Dorea’s hard sweaty body.  She quickly feel asleep.  
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Myrcella was at the table she and Arianne used to work on their reports and
work out the details of their projects.  They worked side by side, as they
always had.  Myrcella always smiled thinking back to their times as teacher and
student.  It had been during lessons from Arianne that Myrcella had first
started falling in love with her teacher.
She fingered the choker around her throat, and looked at the choker around
Arianne’s throat.  It had been her passion that had formed their pride, but now
she considered just what that all meant.  Arianne was the heir to Dorne. 
Someday, they would have to explore that future.  She had tried several times
to broach the subject of her succession, but Arianne did not want to speak of
it, so Myrcella backed off.  She too wanted Doran to live forever.
They had gone over the crop reports from their initial harvest of their ‘drip
irrigation’ project.  The numbers had been most pleasing.  They had the farmers
take detailed measurements of the water levels each day in the morning, high
noon, and late afternoon.  It had been Arianne who had suggested putting poles
in the middle of the canals, and running white fabric tented over the waterways
to reduce evaporation.  It worked for the Bedouins to reduce their
perspiration, why not something inanimate? 
The water loss had been reduced, and the amount of water necessary to make each
plant grow and thrive along with it.  For the next phase, they were going to
quadruple the acreage to make sure the method could be scaled up.   The bamboo
used for the pipes was already being planted and harvested.  That, along with
working out the binding of the joints was proving to be the most difficult part
of the project.
They had discovered a compound made from the rubber trees of Sothoryos.  It
would seal the joints quite well they had proved after several various
compounds were developed.  The climate of the coastal Piedmont of the lands
south of Wyl were most conducive to bamboo. The mists coming up from the ocean
feeding the bamboo with ample moisture.  The plants growing up to eighteen
inches a day. 
They had all the items they needed to scale up their project.
Once that was settled, they moved to improving trade to the newly freed cities
and establishments rimmed around Slaver’s Bay.  New merchants were rising from
the dust of the old, and they needed goods to trade.  The old economy was based
on slavery; the grooming and selling of slaves had been the main form of wealth
creation. Now that was gone.
Many slaves had been trained to produce the goods that the slave owners craved
in their domiciles, or in public displays of their wealth.  Therefore,
carpenters, masons, metal workers and jewelers who were already skilled were
ready to make goods for clients.  The former slaves would now receive
compensation for their work.  They would make goods that were desired by the
new, rising working classes, and the new rich.  The now truly free cities, and
the privileged of Westeros clamored for their exquisite workmanship.
House Martell was poised to do very well in trade with the new artisans of
Volantis and other cities of the east.  Where other houses had either waited
for the dust to settle, or had just been slow to consider the possibilities
Daenerys’ changes had brought about, Arianne Martell had not been.
She had lazily whispered plans to her wife soon after the Queen landed. 
Arianne had traced patterns in the sweat soaking Myrcella’s body, and spoke her
thoughts on trade with liberated Slaver’s Bay.  After, they had fucked hard and
were satiated Arianne often broke her new ideas to her partner in Game of
Thrones, Myrcella.  The twins were busy rolling around on the floor furs
devouring each other in sixty-nine.  Their snuffles and caws were sweet
background music.  The Sand Snakes were not interested in such mundane things
such as trade.
Arianne thought it was time to move.  While other Houses and lordships waited
and fretted, now was the time to act. She had found two Summer Islander
captains ready to sail east with holds full of goods.  She wanted to send
emissaries to all of the cities proposing trade, seeking the signing of
contracts. 
Myrcella remembered her studies as a star struck student to Arianne, going over
the economies of the cities around Slaver’s Bay and to the west in Volantis. 
These cities did not grow their own food, but instead imported it.  They would
soon starve without the grains from the inland communities of Essos. 
Dorne had some basic trade with the slave cities, but had never sought out
anything further due to their distaste of the slavers. Now, they was gone. 
Arianne was anxious to strike while the iron was hot.  Dorne, with its citrus
fruits, special wines, lemons, olives, pomegranates, colored peppers, spices,
mustard nigella seed, would put the spice and verve in their diets over in
Essos.
They would make a fortune and help establish merchants, warehouses and shop
owners in the newly freed cities at the same time.  Myrcella had thought her
wife’s ideas were splendid.  Her wife’s intellect and passion always turned her
on.  What made the idea even more wonderful were her fingers pumping slowly in
and out of Arianne’s hot wet twat, and her sensual lips sucking on Arianne’s
turgid throbbing nipple as Arianne explained her thoughts.  Soon all talking
about trade ceased.  They had more important matters to attend too.
They had finally received their first responses from their overtures to the
continent of Essos.  The Summer Islander had immediately inked deals with Dorne
to carry produce, and offer warehouses in their homelands to allow time for the
infrastructure to be developed in the freed cities.  They had developed means
to dry store fruit, vegetables, and grains for long voyages. 
The bold and the progressive of new Essos were now responding to Arianne’s
overtures.  These would be the persons that Dorne would build its new trade
empire on.
The free cities on the Eastern coast of Essos were still slow in taking any
imitative.  They all feared the instability of their situations, a few cities
by and large had been destroyed.  The noble families had been thrown into
disarray, and they were reluctant to seek out new contacts.
Into the void, crime families were moving in, but if Dorne acted quickly they
should be able to set up their contracts before others filled the vacuum.  They
would become established and able to fend off competitors, and resist the crime
lords and their demands.
As Arianne and Myrcella continued poring over the initial proposals, Myrcella
felt a surge of pride for her wife.  Her courage and quick thinking shamed the
men and women of other Houses. 
Myrcella reviewed the legal documentation accompanying the initial contracts
again. Their lawyers had stricken some clauses.  A few bold entrepreneurs from
the east had come to Dorne to meet them in person regarding their new
partnership and to discuss terms.
Of course they had to deal with perceptions and sexist pigs.  When the initial
emissaries arrived, Myrcella had smirked when the odious men expected to be met
by other men.  They had quickly learned in negotiations that these women were
in fact their betters.  She had so enjoyed seeing their smirks of condescension
slowly disappear.  How their satisfaction had turned to concern, then to
outright distress as she and Arianne played the merchants against each other. 
Before long the Pride of Dorne had most favorable contracts indeed.
One trader had worked with them as equals from the start, and he left with, by
far, the best deal.  They gave this man a long term contract, where the others
were given only six month deals.  This man had also received advantageous
contract terms.
It had been a productive week.
The success of those meetings still had her very horny as she awakened in the
predawn gloom with a full bladder.  She and Arianne were very sound sleepers;
they would never make good lookouts. As her senses returned to her, she smiled
with what she was hearing.
She looked down to the floor beside the bed.  There Dorea was on her knees
beside the bed going down on Loreza with her sister’s legs resting on her
shoulders. Loreza was biting the inside of her arm. Her whole body was shaking
violently and at that moment harsh convulsions started to tear at her body. 
Her head jerked up and pounded down slamming the bed as her arm swallowed her
strangled screams.  Loreza’s hips grinding up into her twin’s mouth.
Myrcella got up to use the newly installed commode.  Daenerys had shared
designs for her water tower, plumbing and commode from Volantis. Tradesmen had
installed the setup for the royal household to use. It worked like a charm.
As she returned, she watched with the canopy screen pushed back as Dorea got up
on the bed and rode her sister’s face with her swollen clamshell.  She soon had
both hands locked behind her sister’s head, pulling it up hard into the pussy
she was grinding down hard into the gobbling, sucking mouth. 
Her body exploded in wild flips and jackknifes as spittle sprayed out clenched
teeth swallowing screams of ravaged ecstasy.  Slowly her body sagged down and
then the twins moved fully on the bed and embraced tenderly. 
Myrcella did not try to join.  She and Arianne understood that the twins needed
plenty of time to fuck one on one.  Their love was hot and intense, and needed
to express itself often with just the two of them fucking often with her and
Arianne watching getting hot and bothered.  As Myrcella went back to sleep the
twins were on their sides with faces buried in between thighs gobbling sweet
gash, the bed jerking and shaking as muffled screams swallowed by wet camel
toes filled her ears with sweet music.
She had awakened three hours later, and Arianne was already up and half
dressed.  She told her wife they had a busy day. She refused Myrcella’s
overtures of lovemaking.  In a huff Myrcella got dressed.  Myrcella had been
horny all morning, and now early afternoon with no satisfaction.  The sand
snakes had gone to the academy to train.
Arianne was not helping her frustration.  Her bodice left three quarters of her
full tits exposed.  The delightful globes were constantly compressing and
shifting with her wife’s movements; the creamy brown flesh making her tummy
ache and mouth water. 
Arianne brought up the idea of establishing a breeding center in Volantis to
breed Sand Steeds.  The new merchants and nobility would appreciate the
mounts. 
They discussed this for a few minutes.  Both she and Arianne were working hard
day in and day out to impress the new Queen.  They wanted to be very necessary
to her - they wanted Dorne to be first in her thoughts. She had no desire for
the throne, but she wanted to be close to the Queen.  She wanted to make her
mark before Arianne was called to the throne of Dorne. They knew they were
making inroads to that. 
“We will crush these fucking Dune Raiders.” Arianne barked out suddenly. 
“I know we will baby . . . I hate that they are taking advantage of Dorne
mobilizing to heed the Queen’s call.  They have become emboldened.  Their reach
has grown, and they are causing much harm to our subjects . . . they are
disrupting trade that the Bedouins need, and playing havoc with the wells of
the central and eastern Dorne deserts.  We will crush them!”
She was suddenly pulled into a tight squeeze, her face in Arianne’s throat and
her small tits smothered by her wife’s full bosom.  “I love how you say ‘my
people’.  You are truly a Martell now.  Gods I love you Myrcella.”  Myrcella’s
body had been infused with heat, feeling her wife’s full bosom pressed into her
body. 
“We will be leaving in a week to seek out and destroy these fuckers!” Arianne
told Myrcella fiercely.  She and Arianne had been analyzing the attacks and
their patterns.  They had studied the maps of Dorne closely.  Everyone knew
they were using the trackless wades and their dry waterways and hidden gullies
to move about.
The raiders had been attacking across the heartland of central Dorne.  The
attacks moving from region to region.
Arianne was sure she had located their main camp.  The heir to Dorne had
analyzed the attacks and saw an underlying pattern.  Though the attacks were
spread out they seemed to cross over a central pivot point.  That had to be
where the base camp was.  She had been questioning some visiting Bedouins from
the region. Two had agreed to be their guides.  In four days they would leave
to seek out and destroy these raiders, and the cancer would be removed.  Their
sister wives were anxious to begin the campaign.
Oberyn was fully supportive of his youngest daughters in their marshal
designs.  Their father was anxious for his youngest sand snakes to prove
themselves in combat.  He himself was too busy to deal with the bandits, with
the mobilization of Dorne for the possible march north.  What no one knew was
that she and Arianne themselves would be going on the expedition.  By the seven
hells, they were not going to be left behind with their wives riding into
danger.  They could provide analysis and strategy to their wives and their
cavalry.
Myrcella again glanced at her wife’s sweet breast.  The brown globes so full
and her nipples poking out the sheer material.  Her body shivered and she had
to gulp again as her mouth watered with fuck hunger for her wife.  She looked
away her mind’s eye still caressing those succulent brown creamy tits begging
to be devoured.
“You know you have been staring at my tits and swallowing loudly all morning
and afternoon, Myrcella?”
A sudden shame flooded the young woman.  They had work to do and all she really
wanted to do was fuck her beautiful wife.  They had made so much progress
today!  She hung her head at her lack of control, and her lower lip started to
tremble.  She needed to be more disciplined.
“Myrcella.” she heard her name.
She looked up and her breath left her body. 
Arianne was reaching behind her neck unhooking the sty and now worked more
loose the laces to her bodice.  Her heavy tits spilled out.  The twenty-five
year old woman cupped and massaged roughly her tits before a hypnotized
Myrcella.
“Oooohhh Myrcella what you do to meeee . . . my cunt is so wet for your baby .
. .  I’ve wanted you to throw these papers on the floor and throw me down on
this table all morning and take me!” she said in a soft breathy voice.
Myrcella cupped the closest full breast squeezing in hard just like Arianne
liked it.  “Hunnggggg oh gods yesssss baby!” Arianne gurgled out, feeling her
tit fill with heat and need.  She watched with lidded eyes as Myrcella lifted
the full tit to her mouth and swallowed the brown globe feverishly.  Myrcella
started to rhythmically suck on the turgid teat.  Myrcella leaned in and worked
her lips further onto the breast swallowing most of the large steeple areola
wolf sucking.  Arianne’s eyelids fluttered shut.  Now both of their eyes rolled
back into their skulls.  One giving pleasure and the other taking pleasure in
the prefect wheel of life. 
Myrcella moaned in pure happiness.  She was going to fuck Arianne so good.
 
Arianne
Tomorrow they would be riding out to confront the dune raiders.  She knew that
they had this one opportunity to ride out with their beloved sand snakes.  The
Queen and her father would shit their undergarments when they discovered that
she and Myrcella had ridden into the deserts with their wives.  Hopefully, if
they proved themselves in combat, they would be allowed out again in the
future.  She knew there would be resistance, but they were crafty and cunning
and they will have proven themselves by then.
She was walking the market area of Shadow City that sprawled to the west and
south of Sunspear.  It had slowly grown over the centuries, beneath the
comforting shadows of the ancient castle.  The people were safe and prosperous,
knowing the Spear of Dorne was in those very walls ready to defend them. The
three massive Winding Walls, tall and impenetrable, encircled one another,
containing miles of narrow alleys, hidden courts, and noisy bazaars.
The town began life started under the shadow of the castle's massive Winding
Walls.  Mud-brick shops and windowless hovels were closest, then west of those
were stables, inns, winesinks, and pillow houses - some which had walls of
their own. Hovels and homesteads then spread beyond. The city had slowly grown
with time.
The outskirts of the city were now only three miles from the Battleborne
Academy of Dorne.  She paused in front of the entrance to the main food
bazaar.  She looked in the direction of the Academy, where her two Sand Snake
wives were.  She knew they were training one last time, making sure their
swords, javelins, bullwhips and throwing axes were ready for battle.
They would be getting their precious traditional Bedouin Mughal bows ready for
combat.  The bows measured about four feet.  She had always found the geometry
of their double curves appealing. The bows were small, but powerful with grips
covered in velvet.  Several strings of thick catgut lined the Mughal bow on its
concave side, to give it elasticity and force. The belly was made of finely
polished wild goat’s horn in jet black. Glued to this was a thin slip of hard,
tough wood. The ends were fashioned to represent snakes' heads with the horn
left plain, while the wooden back was decorated with rich intermingled
arabesques of gilded birds, flowers and fruit.
The bows were heirlooms of House Martell, granted to the House by Nymeria
herself as a wedding gift to Mors Martell, the man she wed upon her arrival in
Westeros. They had been passed down from generation to generation.  Like the
sword of House Dayne, the bows were not always taken up by every generation. 
Their father had not been a man of the bow. The older sand snakes had eschewed
the bows too, seeking mastery of other weapons.
 Arianne entered a large, low walled compound with red bricks plastered over
with stucco.  The area was spacious, filled with small tents and loosely
constructed wood that formed stalls and displays to store wares, and nooks for
the merchants to sit and eat and drink in comradery of sellers everywhere. They
would often talk of how only they could be trusted, and how their competitors
were thieves and of no account, but towards evening the same merchants were
often sitting together laughing as they exchanged tales of gullible women and
the art of the sell.
She and Myrcella had no skill with haggling.  They were way too eager to buy at
the first price hawked to them, driving the twins to distraction.  They had
fumed that she and Myrcella were pampered and spoiled the first time they
brought them here. This was a totally different Game of Thrones that operated
on a completely different set of rules. She and Myrcella had started to cry at
the sand snakes rebuke.  Then Sand Snakes had broken down themselves, begging
for forgiveness.  They would have laughed at any man who scorned them, but it
had hurt when it came from Loreza and Dorea.
It had been agreed that they would do the haggling from then on, after the
first time out shopping. 
Arianne walked into the bazaar.  She looked to her left and saw a booth that
had high wood crossbars, from which hung a multitude of ceremonial and
religious beads to guard against non-existent Jinns.  The beads were the colors
of the rainbow, and of all sizes.  Behind that was a booth filled with bolts of
cloth that had ends displayed, ready to be cut off for sewing.  The colors,
material and textures were pleasing to the eyes. 
Arianne saw a red silk scarf that would flatter her hair. The man was offering
her an “unbelievable price”.  She refused him; she would wait till she could
bring her nieces.  She moved over to the right across the main aisle.  There, a
merchant of spices was hawking her wares along with a young son and daughter. 
In front of them were four rows of medium sized circular pails filled near to
the top with spices, the colors a riot to the eye - purple and white
predominantly, interspersed with a few containers of green, red, blue and
orange. To the sides were large square bins with wooden slats that had large
tubers of brown, black, white and purple colors.  Behind the circular pails
were large storage containers with open tops, large leafy plants freshly
plucked inside the pails.
She had dealt with this vendor before, with Dorea. She made it clear that Dorea
would inspect her purchase later and the prices charged.  The woman had smiled
as she picked out basil, black cut pepper, salt and saffron.  She gave the
Martell a bag of leafy spinach as well.  Arianne smiled, and left with her
purchase. 
She passed a stall with a man surrounded by bleating goats.  A cow was mooing,
along with an ibex, and a yak.  The man had pails of food in front of the
animals, which they ate from contentedly.  The animals were sleepy as they were
milked to fill orders.  She watched a man haggle a price for a small bottle of
fresh yak milk; Loreza’s favorite.  She looked over the bottles as another
woman bartered for a bottle of goat’s milk.  Then a man came up asking for yak
and cow milk.  Arianne then moved in, asking for the same sized bottles for her
purchase of each type of milk.
The man was leering at her low cut bodice and wide hips.  He of course quoted
thrice of what she had just clandestinely heard.  She arched her eyebrow, and
told the man she would only pay the prices she had heard.  He had wailed and
moaned that his children would starve at those prices.  Her heart would have
caved once, before her education.  She held firm and soon had her milk at the
price she demanded.
She walked on with her items; things her wives rarely considered. They simply
could not cook worth a shit.  She enjoyed cooking for them, though, when time
permitted.  Tonight she would make them their favorite dishes before they all
headed out into danger tomorrow.
As she strode to the sector with stalls for fresh meat, she passed a vendor
hawking pecans. The price was exorbitant, due to being so water intensive.
Arianne had been doing research.  Most places only had a few trees, due to
their greedy thirst. 
She remembered a childhood journey to Yardenwood that housed cousins on her
mother’s side of the family.  It was a small holding on the main peninsula that
reached out into the sea, The Broken Arm.  She remembered it now as the one
land in Dorne on its eastern side that had ample rainfall from the currents
colliding in the ocean off the coast of The Broken Arm.  Warm water from the
Sea of Dorne hitting the current of Hurmoz was cold and dark.
The colliding water made for many weather fronts that kept that area well-
watered and green.  She had recently contacted her cousins there.  They were
anxious to try out her hypothesis that the land would be most hospitable to
pecan trees.
As part of her research, she had selected the breeds of Cape Fear, Brandeth,
Chickasaw, Creek and Golden Groove for their precocious growth.  She would try
other species that were slower growing later, but she hoped that with grafting
and good husbandry within eight years they would have their first harvests.
If successful, the demand would be great, and the income coming into that poor
area of Dorne would greatly boost their economy.  It would be one more item to
trade with Essos one day.  Her sweet wife Myrcella had thrown herself into the
study of pecans and other nuts when Arianne had mentioned her idea.  She wanted
to make sure they did not deplete the natural resources with what they grew. 
She had set up a book of tables and graphs that the farmers would fill out to
catalog their efforts, to see what worked best.
Arianne arrived at the booth of a meat merchant.  He had just killed a kid, and
had a long line of sausage hanging off a wood slat between two beams.  She
smelled the hickory used to cook the sausage with, and knew Myrcella would be
most pleased.  The Sand Snakes loved fresh kid cooked in her herbs and broth
stew.
They would eat, and then fuck deep in the night. She felt her nipples getting
hard at the thought.  She saw the man eyeing her nipples poking out the sheer
silk.  She didn’t care.  Let him think he was something hot.  She was tired of
this haggling.  He quoted a price and she halved it. She batted her eyelashes
and bent low to let him see plenty of cleavage, and pressed into his arm when
looking at a choice cut of veal for herself.  She got all for sixty percent
off.  She knew one way to haggle unique to herself.
She had all of her ingredients, and strolled down the side of the main walkway,
looking into the stalls as she passed. One had fresh vegetables in large wicker
baskets, filled to the brim.  She had the basic staples, but spied a small tub
with sweet purple onions. An old woman was manning this stall.  The woman
recognized her as the heir to Dorne, and wanted to give her the onion for
free.  She had given the woman a big tip for the onion. 
Only when she was two stalls down did she start to wonder if the woman had
played her. 
It didn’t matter; she had done well today.  The next two stalls had regular
produce of tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, onions and beans.  The vegetables were
of all colors, shapes and sizes showing the various breeds and sub-species,
displayed in delicate arrangements to attract the eye and loosen the purse
strings.
Near the entrance of the bazaar she saw a large stand that displayed many
statutes and representations of the wheel of life that were of the Bedouin
goddess of life and death,  her eight arms supporting the circle. Each of the
arms spread out on each side of the goddess’s body with her hands gripping the
wheel.  Each hand had a different weapon that it held, the weapon’s edge or tip
projected out past the wheel circumference.  Each arm represented the types of
emotional states that the Jinns use to wrong a person:  anger, greed, jealousy,
fear, indifference, infidelity, apostasy and betrayal. 
The figures were carved with cunning to make the woman both beautiful and
frightful at the same time.  The figures were on a stepped display case.  The
one on the right had nine levels and the one to the left was five levels; both
numbers good luck in Bedouin culture.  The highest rows had the various forms
Jinns took when they possessed a man or woman.  The most eye catching painted
shapes were of various hideous monsters that the makers had created from their
fertile imagination. 
On the next shelf down the carved figures were of the more traditional devils,
demons, demented fairies along with vampires, half human half animal hybrids
like minotaurs, harpies, satyrs and werewolves.  Then, the base level was full
of brilliantly painted egg shapes used to represent Jinns in their native,
harmless state as they drifted on the winds - spirits full of potential, but
nothing more.
She fingered her choker, wondering if they could stylize the design and sell
it.  She loved the design that Myrcella had created to show the love the Pride
of Dorne had for each other. 
Two days earlier, while looking through some of Myrcella’s research papers she
had come across some drawings where a fierce Hydra-like Sand Snake was
ascendant with a lioness and two other sand snakes clearly subordinate.  She
had thought hard then, about the future.
She had been raised to take the leadership of Dorne. But then Myrcella came
into her life.  She was willing to give her entire claim up for her wife.  They
could become a force in the kingdom, and not just Dorne itself.
But in Dorne, they could fully implement their visions.
It was all confusing.  In some ways she wanted both, but could not have it.  As
the Pride of Dorne they would be free to solve problems realm wide, and be free
of the mundane.  But as the rulers of Dorne they could fully implement their
visions and help their House reach higher and become ever more prosperous. 
They were already well on their way.
She loved her father dearly, but sometimes Doran was too slow to react.  He
would never have formed the new alliances with Essos so quickly.  Maybe not at
all.  She was willing to explore new avenues of thought and production.  She
could lead Dorne to true, peaceful, greatness.
She turned to the right and gasped.
Two booths down was her niece Obara, and Cersei Lannister.  They were looking
over food items.  They were talking and acting like friends, and by the gods
Cersei was looking hot!  She had put on about fifteen pounds of sinewy muscle,
while retaining all her femininity.  Cersei was squeezing some cantaloupe in
front of her small breasts suggestively.
Obara just stared at the globes.  She was actually nonplussed at Cersei’s
sauciness.  When had the woman developed a sense of humor?  Cersei laughed and
turned around, putting the fruit down.  Obara stared hungrily at the
Lannister’s ass flexing with the woman’s movements.  Obara asked her if she
wanted some garlic in their meal tonight.  Obara was the one sand snake that
could actually cook. Cersei thought about it, then said yes. “You won’t want to
be kissing me tonight,” she laughed.
Obara had mumbled and kicked the dirt.  Cersei reached up to get at the bundle
of garlic bulbs up high on a peg.  The vendor did not want the fragrance to
fend off clients.  Her ass clenched as she rose up to reach the garlic.  Poor
Obara was drooling at the sight.  She had it bad.  She was definitely pussy
whipped.
Arianne started to move off, not wanting a confrontation with Cersei.  Before
she could escape though, she heard her niece calling out to her.  She sighed
and turned around.  She was not ready to confront Cersei again.  She sighed
again.  She had no choice.  She slowly walked over to the two women.
“Hello, niece.” Arianne spoke embracing Obara.  Cersei looked at her and tilted
her head neutrally.  The drop dead gorgeous blond woman looked around, unsure,
and examined some tomatoes very closely. 
After a minute Cersei started to move off.  Arianne’s niece reached out and
gripped the Lannister’s elbow gently restraining her flight.  Obara tried to
bring Cersei several times into the conversation, which was awkward for her and
the Lannister both.  Geez, her niece had it bad.  Cersei just mumbled and
looked down.
It was time to go.  She had moved off several steps when she heard Cersei call
out her name, and she turned around.  She looked at the Lannister as if
expecting an attack.  Obara was off to her side, looking at Cersei.  Both the
women from Dorne waited.
“I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you before. It was out of hand. I can be a
mean, vile cunt.”
“Stop that right now, Cersei. You are not that woman anymore!”  Obara cried out
to her, trying to get Cersei to stop castigating herself.
Cersei just looked back at the tomatoes, and refused to look back up.
Obara and Arianne shared a look.  Cersei was definitely not the woman she had
been.
Arianne left the bazaar.  She had a meal to cook, and an adventure to ride out
on tomorrow morning.  She felt her breath flutter a little at the thought of
actually riding off with the sand snakes.  She and Myrcella would not be left
behind.  Doran and Oberyn could shove it up where the sun didn’t shine.
 
Sand Snakes
For three days they had ridden hard out from Sunspear, one hundred and ten
strong.  They had four horses for each rider. They were riding in light cavalry
style, their goal was pure speed pushing into the interior of Dorne. They rode
hard for Vaith.  That would be the last castle and established human habitation
before they entered the restless sand dunes that gave Dorne its name and
character.
They had changed the horses constantly during their hard ride.  They carried
just enough food and drink to sustain themselves, and fodder for their horses
in their saddle bags.  The horses would drink at the rills and wells, which
were well mapped and maintained.  The wells had grass for the horses to crop.
Small outputs and sand farmers greeted them warmly.  Dorne had established
forts roughly every fifty miles on the main trade routes and tracks.  This
allowed for a presence to be maintained.  If attacked, ravens would be sent to
the nearest fort for support and reinforcement.  They had ridden out to the
fort that paralleled the Greenblood River one hundred miles from Sunspear. 
There, they were granted shelter and fodder for the horses. Mounts that had
tired out or showed signs of leg stress were switched out. This light cavalry
attack had been planned for nearly a month. Provisions and horses had been
prepositioned for them.
The second night they had slept out in the open with heavy guard.  It was best
to be prudent, even though they were still heavily in the sphere of Dorne’s
protection.
Late afternoon of the third day, they had reached Vaith and the entryway to the
Dune Seas and the low ranging Iron Mountains - the convoluted home of Bedouins
and small homesteaders who lived off the land. 
The master of Vaith greeted them warmly.  A man in his late forties, he had
risen to colonel in the military.  He was the one who had petitioned for this
force.  The raiders in the dunes had proven to be too much for him.
Most of the hold’s forces were moving to marshalling areas while preparing for
a possible march north.  The raiders were taking advantage of the lessened
forces and focus of the current situation.  They were raiding and attacking
homesteads, Bedouin camps and caravans travelling from east to west between the
coasts and up into Highgarden. 
While always a problem, the raiders had grown suddenly more aggressive and
potent in the last eight months.  They were clan-based and had often fought
each other, but they seemed to have put aside their differences and banded
together. Now they were a force to be reckoned with.
Loreza and Dorea planned on putting an end to the problem.
They had been given quarters in the tall, pale castle in the foothills of the
Iron Mountains.  Tomorrow they would move into the dune sea, and begin seeking
out the base of the raiders and, hopefully, annihilate them.  At the very least
they wanted to bloody the noses of the raiders and teach them great caution. 
When the forces of Dorne were no longer mobilized on behalf of the Queen, the
problem would be entirely eradicated.
They had made love in the fort, in the small quarters provided for the
commanders of the expedition.  Underneath the stars, they had only cuddled.
Now in their small royal quarters, they had fucked long and hard repeatedly
with their wives, and each other.  They had total confidence in their
abilities, but combat always had chance and luck involved.  They had drank
deeply from their wives’ wellsprings again and again, savoring their sweet
taste.
They continued into the dunes and wadis of Central Dorne.  The low mountains
added defiles and dead end canyons to the mix.  They had moved with speed
before, but now moved with stealth.  They had brought their Bedouin guides and
had some of the best trackers with them.  Those skills would not be needed in
the landscape of northern Westeros.  Everyone knew where the enemy was.
They had joined the scouts having left three hours before dawn to range out
ahead of the cavalry.  They and the other scouts looked for evidence of passage
and spoor of the raiders.  They had moved into the high passes and did not
follow the main tracks.  They looked down on the defiles below looking for
raiders or their tracks. 
Two days later they had still seen no evidence of the raiders.  The few locals
they had come across had told them that the raiders had not been in that area
for several weeks.  They had destroyed homesteads, ran off with young girls,
and either killed livestock or stole outright.  The raiders were always on the
move, roaming from area to area to shake off any pursuers. 
That night they made camp on high escarpments to limit the points of attack. 
Dorea and Loreza had eaten with their wives, and then cuddled while not on
watch. They had both been so impressed with their civilian wives. So far they
had ridden well.  In Dorne, all royals learned how to ride horses, and Myrcella
under Arianne’s tutelage had learned the skill as well. 
It was Arianne’s insight that was leading them generally north by east to the
hoped for enemy camp.  They were only moving forward at fifteen to twenty miles
per day now as they wound ever deeper into the dune sea.
They found the first tracks on the third day.  It was difficult to follow the
trail in the hard rocks and scree that often was the floor of the wadis.  The
raiders were keeping their horses to the stone, but a few partial hoof prints
and some dung gave them away.  It could have been from a Bedouin, but Loreza’s
instinct said otherwise.
On the fourth day, the tracks were more plentiful.  Arianne had a hypothesis as
to where the raider’s camp was located.  She was sure it was in the depths of
the painted deserts, where canyons would often lead to dead ends and the small
defiles leading on for miles.  The scouts had been ranging out far and wide
initially, but the focus narrowed as more evidence of the raiders was found. 
They had found the remains of a skinned and butchered mountain goat just that
morning.
They slowly constricted the noose of their search.  Near dusk of the fourth day
Dorea and Loreza had met up from their separate scouting parties.  They were
high up in the hills looking down at the twisted paths of the dried river below
them.  They had several scouts on the floor of the dried up waterway. 
Arianne had guided them well to this point.  They were positive Arianne was
right, and the enemy’s camp lay before them up the dried riverbed.  Somewhere
up in the low mountains ahead they would find the raiders. They, along with
their scouts, had explored miles into the dunes and wadis to the left and right
and found no evidence of a camp. 
 A rider appeared at the throat of the wadi and the twins ducked down. They
quickly notched their reverse compound bows.  The man was looking around,
moving slowly.  He was likely a scout for the raiders, checking the route to
their camp for enemies.  He moved slowly, looking down for evidence of possible
enemies.
Seeing none, he rode up the defile past the two scouts hiding among the
boulders.  The scouts quietly came out the boulders, put their bows down and
drew their swords.  They stood in the path with their swords drawn.  They knew
they had support on high.  They called out to the brigand.
The man immediately turned his horse around and charged, with a small battle
axe drawn out.  He gave a war cry meaning to ride down the two scouts.  Two
bows thrummed as one, and arrows hit the horse in the ribs and above the
shoulder deep into the withers.  The horse screamed in pain, stumbling
forward.  The first scout chopped the horse’s right leg clean in two, sending
both horse and rider crashing to the ground. 
The sisters bounded down the boulders, finding a small path to reach the fallen
rider.  The scouts had already moved out to the fallen horse and enemy
lookout.  When they made it out into the defiles, they ran to the horse and
pinned rider.  Both were already dead.
Loreza had stormed at the men for killing the enemy scout.  They claimed they
had only defended themselves.  They had laid no blow upon the man himself.  She
went with her sister to look at the dead.  The horse’s head had been cleaved in
with several sword strikes on its skull to put the beast out of its misery. 
The man’s mouth was covered in white froth.  He had taken poison. They removed
him and searched his clothing, finding nothing of import.  His body was dragged
away and stuffed into a hole for the jackals and flies to feast on.
A few hours later, the second in command came up with twenty troops.  They
discussed their plan of action.  The sand snakes would lead the scouts and wait
for the rest of the troop to come forward.  They would watch and try and map
out attack vectors and the layout of the camp.  Dorea and Loreza were excited
to be leading their first command into battle.  They kissed each other for
luck, and moved off into high desert tracks.
By three in the morning they had located the camp.  The wadi had broadened out
in a wide, oblong bulge where water poured out of the canyons behind it during
thunderstorms. In the early morning light the rest of the troops started to
filter into the hills around the enemy camp.  The Bedouins remained at the area
where the horses were hobbled.  The Sand Snakes had gotten their military force
to the enemy.  Now their job was to finish what they had started.
Soon their wives were beside them.  The sand snakes had toyed with the idea of
leaving their wives behind with the horses, but they felt better having their
wives closer to them.  It would place them in combat but they would have nearly
a hundred of the best of Dorne protecting them.  Also, they knew it would have
caused a major fight and if they had enforced their will their wives would have
been neutered in a way that might permanently damage their marriage. They would
not take that risk.
Along the back of the defile, the raiders had set six large oxen carts they had
pilfered from homesteads they had attacked and slaughtered into a loose half
arc for defense.  The large carts had poles hammered into the earth in front of
the carts, with cloth run back to the carts creating large lean-to.  Underneath
were furs on the ground and some accruements of making food and coffee, and
several large fire pits with spits over them to roast meat on. Trash was
randomly scattered about.  The Sand Snakes sneered at the slovenly camp and
evident lack of discipline.
Along the back of the wall on the right was the hobble line with roughly one
hundred horses. The animals were eating piles of hay and oats on the ground,
with the horses of the commanders eating out of feed bags.
They looked over the ledge, and watched the raiders celebrating down below
them.  They had killed a fatted ox they had stolen.  The passed some captured
women among themselves, raping the women repeatedly. The women were battered
and stumbling from fur to fur as the raiders shoved them, barking with
laughter.  The women sobbed brokenly as their bodies were defiled.  The Pride
of Dorne gnashed their teeth and all mentally made promises of retribution to
those men if they should survive the battle.  The thought of the women being
abused repeatedly filled the whole troop of Dorne with silent rage.
The women’s blood boiled, but they knew they could not rush down.  They decided
to leave the best archers on high.  They left the cavalry in command of the
archers among the boulders along the defiles.  There was not enough room for
maneuvering to make use of horses - a deciding factor in the upcoming battle. 
They would wave a small red flag to start the attack.   They hoped to shock the
enemy with a hail of arrows and then rush into the confusion to finish off the
survivors. 
The horses were back at their last camp with a handful of Bedouin camp
followers and a handful of Dorne guards.  The guards to protect the horses and
their rear.  The Dorne guard ten in number.  They would not allow the path of
any retreat to be blocked.
The sand snakes gave final orders, telling the archers to be ready to loose
their first volleys.  They set the disposition of their forces on the floor of
the canyon.  Loreza and Dorea had spent the last hours getting a feel for the
general layout of the camp and how best to attack it.
They would let the archers thin the ranks of the enemy before they made any
assault.  They would evaluate the attack, and then decide if a frontal assault
was warranted or simply use attrition over the day to reduce their numbers for
an easier finishing kill.  Also, while they knew the general disposition of the
enemy camp, they could still not be sure if there were pockets of unseen enemy
deployed, and if they had a picket line strung out for early warning.
 
Arianne
As they climbed down the rocks and found the path to the floor of the defile,
Arianne was worrying her lips.  They had seen roughly a hundred to a hundred
and ten raiders by the light of fires and the three-quarter moon.  Their sand
snakes had trained their whole lives to make such estimates of forces
accurately with the spying they had done.  Still, Arianne was concerned.  For
all the mischief and outright mayhem the raiders had been causing, the numbers
did not seem right.  There should have been more.
Also, they seemed relaxed.  Too relaxed.  Their scout had not returned.  True,
maybe the man had a longer lasting mission.  A mission of spying or dangerous
infiltration and thus the poison pill.  Could he have been a spy?  She relayed
her concerns, but her wives thought that they had merely caught the raiders in
the mood to celebrate their successes.  From what she had seen Arianne could
not argue with that assessment.  They were definitely celebrating.
She felt the hackles on her neck stand on end.  Arianne looked around. 
Something evil was near.  Something not human.  She did not know what, or how,
but she was sure of her instinct in this.  She did not believe in the
supernatural, or the gods, but something more than human was near.  Her body
was warning her of something she did not believe in.  Arianne shook her head to
shake these childish fears from her head.
Still, she was sure she had felt eyes watching them for the last two days and
night.  She had constantly looked around, but saw nothing.  She was not
surprised at that, not being martially trained.  She had asked Myrcella if she
had the feeling of being watched.  Had she felt an unease of the supernatural? 
She had not.  She did not bother her Sand Snakes with her childish fears.  None
of the scouts had seen anything either.  Arianne wrote off her uneasy feelings
to being on her first military campaign.
Arianne watched Dorea take three men with her, and start to move to the right
and up onto the escarpment to see the battlefield and shoot down at their
enemies.  The time for battle was fast approaching.  Arianne felt adrenalin
starting to flow into her blood making her jangly.
It was then they all heard the unnatural, high-pitched barking.  Arianne looked
around, desperately trying to locate the almost laughing bark.  The sound
echoing off the canyon walls.  The barking laughter inhuman.  The barking
continued as the Dorne looked around in rising concern.  Suddenly, on a large
boulder on the escapement ahead of Dorea, appeared a monstrous animal.  It had
front legs much longer than its hind legs, and a shaggy mane running from its
head to its front shoulders.  It had spots on its sides, and Arianne saw a grin
on its face.
Its head tilted back, and a loud, barking laugh sounded and echoed off the
stone walls.  All had paused to turn and witness the monstrosity on the
boulder.  The beast was huge.  It was a hyena, grown monstrously large but more
human dimensions to its torso and appendages.  Its head was a least a foot
above Arianne’s own when standing on all fours.  The men in the raiders’ camp
were suddenly running around gripping weapons, with some pulling up rough-hewn
trousers.  They did not seem shocked.  They were prepared for this, and moving
into action!
Still shocked, Arianne saw the animal rise up on its hind limbs and put a ram
horn to its lips.  The beast at least eleven feet tall on its hind legs!  The
beast blew the horn hard and long.
AAARRROOOOOOOOOO! AAAARRRROOOOOOOO! AAAAARRRRROOOOOOOOO!
It was a were-hyena.  It was a human invaded by a Jinn, and this was the form
it had taken.  It mimicked a cave hyena from the depths of the Red mountains. 
From within the defiles the sound of many horses and braying of camels could be
heard.  No!  That was the reason the numbers did not seem right to Arianne. 
They had hidden much of their numbers in the defiles.  The raiders had chosen
this site just for this.  They had planned on hiding much of their force to
lure their enemy in for a savage counterattack.  This had all been planned. 
Now the echo of hooves slamming hard earth filled the air.
All of the Dorne troops were shocked at both the monster and turn of events. 
They began to collect themselves.  The raiders had only been feigning their
guard being down.  Bows were being pulled up and notched.
Arianne turned to look at the were-hyena as it laughed its hideous laugh.  The
beast looking down at the troops of Dorne with intelligent evil eyes.  It
surveyed the tableau below it.  It was the leader of the raiders Arianne knew. 
This beast from some pit of hell was leading the raiders. 
The spell was broken.  A whoosh of over fifty arrows being loosed went shooting
down from the heights.  Seventeen raiders fell down with feathers in their
throats or bellies, a few others with arrows in limbs.  The raiders released
their own small cloud of arrows.  Two fatally pierced fighters of Dorne and two
more with arrows in thigh or bicep.  Arrows were firing up into the heights and
down at the defiles at the Dorne troop who were now righting themselves, firing
off arrows or throwing javelins.  The raiders had succeeded in ambushing their
enemy.  But they would find that this company had fangs.  The fangs of Sand
Snakes!
Suddenly a large stream of horses and some twenty camels with riders came
boiling out of the defiles.  They had been pressed into the sides, and kept
quiet to avoid being seen or heard.  The raiders had set their own trap.  The
horses kept pouring out and charging forward.  Arianne was shocked at the
numbers boiling out the defile.  She was starting to panic but she heard her
two Sand Snake wives shouting out their commands encouraging and organizing
their troops.
Arianne turned to Myrcella to look at her wife.  She saw the same shock she was
sure was mirrored on her own face.  She was terrified but would never consider
leaving the side of her Sand Snakes in battle.
The hyena laughed its vile, inhuman laugh and threw down its horn, leaping
forward almost thirty feet through the air before landing on the first man who
was with Dorea.  The horrendous beast ripped his throat out as the beast took
him down.  Her three wives watched, horrified, as the beast rose up and its
left hand swiped out, disemboweling the next man.  Dorea feathered the beast in
its upper chest, but it did not feel the impact.  It surged forward, its mouth
wide open.
“NNNNOOOOOOO!” Arianne screamed, her wife about to die before her.  Its large,
impossiblylarge jaws were about to snap shut on Dorea’s beautiful face, and
take her from her pride.
Arianne could not look away from the grisly tableau as a loud, unearthly wolf’s
howl split the air.  A flash of dark brown slammed into the side of the were-
hyena, and knocked the beast to the side.  What?!  Arianne had not seen the
second beast join the battle until it was upon the were-hyena.  It was as huge
as the first beast.  The beast was attacking the first beast?!  Could it be? 
Yes!  The two beasts wrestled wildly jaws snapping at each other with huge
canines. 
The two beasts contended with each other. Their forelimbs locked and grappling
with each other.  Arianne and Myrcella gaped at the battle that had saved
Dorea’s life.  Arianne had yet to see what manner of beast this second monster
was.  The two monsters tumbled down the rocks, slamming hard and bouncing to
the ground. 
Dorea, with her reprieve, ran up the boulders, finding a firing position and
beginning to shoot her arrows at the surging raiders.  She instinctively knew
that the were-animals fight was their own affair.  The mighty beasts clawed and
bit at each other as they rolled on the ground with loud snarls and animalistic
barks filling the canyon.
Loreza had moved forward and gotten behind a boulder to fire her own bow.  The
mass charge of the mounted raiders were getting their bearings and surging
forward.  Arianne glanced their way.  My gods!  There had to be at least four
and fifty hundred horses with the twenty camels.  They were firing arrows at
the Dorne troops.  The air seemed alive with arrows.  Arianne clenched her
fists in anger seeing men and women of Dorne feathered with raider arrows. 
Arrows whistled into the rolling pack of raiders, some arrows finding their
mark in the large rising cloud of fine dust bellowing in the air.  The dust and
screams of the animals made for a cacophony of swirling confusion.  The dust
obscured the aim of the Dorne troops.  Again and again Arianne saw a Raider go
down off their mount with an arrow jutting out their chests or throat.  Each
man hit was a jolt of victory to Arianne.
Arianne had heard of the confusion of the battle.  It was true!  She heard
screaming all around.  Men and women screaming in agony from received wounds. 
Animals screaming and barking or trumpeting in fear, pain and anger.  The dust
was everywhere now obscuring the battlefield.  Arianne looked at the battle
trying to gauge the ebb and flow of combat.  To see how the battle progressed.
How had the tribal clans formed such an alliance was Arianne primary thought? 
The families were at war with each other as much with their common foes. 
Current generations fought and took revenge for slights that occurred
generations ago against past family members.  This had limited them severely in
the past.  What had changed?
An arrow whizzed past her face, and she dove back down behind her screen.  She
saw the two beasts separate.  She could finally see what had come to Dorea’s
aid.
The other beast was also a Jinn-infested human, an impossibly large were-
Direwolf that stood on its hind feet.  The new beast was nearly nine and half
feet tall.  The wolf was dark brown with gold highlights. Thick fur bunched up
on its shoulder girdle, and a long, bushy tail whipped form side to side for
balance.  The beast had golden globes for eyes, where the were-hyena’s eyes
were jet black.
They grappled with their fore clawed hand-paws that had long nails, trying to
grip the other beast’s forelimbs to control their opponent.  A hand would jerk
free and slash with its claws before the limb was again gripped and their
locked forearms jerked wildly, seeking freedom.  Their snouts snapped at each
other, trying to bite each other’s faces off.  Slaver flung in all directions
in long streams.  The were-direwolf then suddenly kicked with one of its hind
legs, its claw raking the tough fur of the were-hyena.
The were-hyena’s thick fur absorbed most of the raking blow.  The were-direwolf
had opened itself to attack and it howled feeling long forelimb claws rake over
its ribs.  The beast had seen the blow coming and half twisted its body away
the claws not sinking deep only causing superficial wounds. 
The two animal spirits broke apart and went down on all fours, circling each
other and making sudden lunges as their bodies twisted to avoid snapping
teeth.  Slaver flung in all directions, and the sound of jaws snapping shut on
empty air was loud in the confusion.  Arianne watched the beasts attack and
counterattack with speed and reflexes that no human could hope to match.  The
beasts seemed equally matched.
One beast or the other would support itself with one forelimb, and slash at the
sides of its foe.  Thick fur protected flanks from deep rakes of long claws. 
The beasts glared hot at each other, seeking advantage.  The were-hyena’s size
may have given it superior strength, but the were-direwolf had speed and
agility as its advantage.  The were-direwolf’s long tail let it keep its
balance as it spun around and snapped at the were-hyena.
Arianne looked around at what was now a melee.  The numbers were not that much
greater in a military sense, but the mass of the mounted animals were a force
multiplier.  The raiders were wheeling around, firing their arrows in all
directions.  The raiders in their camp were behind barriers themselves now and
firing out at their tormentors.  The dust and the screams of feathered animals
made for a malaise of confusion. 
The enemy had superior numbers and the advantage of initial surprise.  They
were firing arrows out of the dust storm at clearly seen enemies.  The rocks
protected the forces from Dorne but arrows did find targets as the Dorne forces
rose to shoot at the raiders.  Arianne watched a camel go down.  it had taken
five arrows but javelin through the neck took it down.
An arrow with purple fletching thudded into the ground in front Arianne.  She
started and gulped reflectively.  Her eyes going wide.  The fucking bastards
were using poison!  The raiders sometimes used arrows tipped with venom from
the Deathstalker scorpion of the scrub brush in the highlands.  The venom was
hard to extract and collect, and thus used sparingly in combat.  The purple
fletching was a traditional marking to instill fear in the enemy.
Thankfully, the Dorne military had within the last two years developed an
antidote for the venom.  They had collected scorpions from Bedouins, paying
them small fees for each collected deadly scorpion. With their more scientific
methods, their extraction of venom was much higher than possible by raiders and
the Bedouins themselves. 
From the extract of the venom the scientists of the Dorne military had studied
the venom and its effects.  They used minute traces of the venom in double
blind tests on animals and had developed an antidote.  Each person in the
cavalry had the precious elixir in their bandolier they cinched around their
waist, with a leather cartridge stuffed with cotton to keep the vial safe for
possible use.
Loreza was directing her troops from behind the outcrop.  The raiders were
milling around firing arrows, and some of them had pulled out their long
scimitars.  They would charge toward Dorne soldiers on the floor of the defile.
 Each charge resulting in a rider or two going down shot dead with Dorne
arrows.  The raiders swiped and slashed at the dismounted Dorne troops as their
horses wheeled around in circles.  Dorne arrows whistled in and found their
targets wounding and killing raiders.  They slashed at troops hidden behind
boulders, and some that had come out to fight in close quarters, using the
melee to dive and juke round slashing blades.
Horses and camel legs were slashed off, making animals and riders topple down. 
Some of the dismounted Dorne cavalry fell with arrows in them.  Fallen raiders
were cut down or feathered.  Not all were killed before they scurried back into
the defile to regroup for further attacks on the Dorne forces.  A few of the
Dorne fighters had been slashed with raider scimitars that bleed heavily as the
person or his fellow fighters staunched the wounds with bindings.  She saw a
Dorne woman’s head cleaved in two.  Then a man went down his ribs cut in two
his lungs and liver cleaved in halves.  The man died instantly.  Arianne
screamed in rage.
Arianne saw two Dorne dismounted combatants go down trampled by horse and
camels with their skulls pulped by stomping hooves.  Arianne felt her guts roil
at the sight of brains and gore spread out on the sand.  She refused to vomit. 
She had chosen to be here!  She screamed "Yes!" when three riders who had
severely injured a Dorne trooper were feathered with arrows and the second one
had a throwing axe in his temple for good measure.  
A camel had slammed into a woman and was rearing up its front leg to stomp her
to death when a javelin pierced its side, making it bray in pain and an arrow
went up its throat and out the back of its head, piercing its brain.  The woman
killed the pinned raider with a slash across his throat.
A force of raiders rode their horsed down the defiles.  The leaned down close
to their horses bodies firing their bows just over the horses back at their
enemies.  She would have been impressed with the horsemanship and skill with a
bow if she did not want to slay them all for attacking her subjects!  Four of
the horses went down and the riders hopped off and hid behind a boulder firing
his bow.  A man in the boulders spun with an arrow hitting his shoulder.
 Troops from Dorne quickly dispatched them with their superior marksmanship.  
Arianne heard Myrcella cursing beside her.  Myrcella was infuriated she could
not attack back.  The Lioness in her wife was coming out.  Arianne glanced over
at her fuming wife and smiled at her sweetling being so upset.  She was really
was of Dorne now.  She was too busy trying to track the events to get upset. 
The two were-beasts were slashing and biting in an intimate embrace now.  They
were rolling on the ground over and over as legs kicked and raked nails along
flanks and jammed into stomachs.  The beast’s thick, matted fur blunted the
slashing claws.  Slaver flung out of the jowls of the beasts as their heads
lunged and bit at each other.  The sounds of their animal barks and snarls loud
even over the din of combat.  The animals had no care about the battle around. 
Their fight was between them and them alone.
Arianne saw that the first wounds along their flanks had already healed.  The
beasts were definitely Jinns.  The Were-hyena’s head rose back, and its massive
jaws snapped shut on the were-direwolf’s shoulder. The massive jaws sunk in
deep, the bone crushing force seeking to snap the wolf’s shoulder girdle.  The
were-direwolf howled in agony, its head thrashing in pain and raging anger. 
The were-hyena shook its head trying to sink its fangs deeper into its
opponent.  Its forelimbs clung to the were-direwolf to anchor itself as it
sought to ripe its fangs deeper into its foe.
The were-direwolfs limbs began to kick furiously, all four limbs kicking nails
into flesh and ripping down again and again.  The animal desperate in its
attack to break the bite of its assailant.  The were-direwolf body attempted to
arch away from the mouth savaging it.  The dire-wolf four limbs were a blur of
raking limbs.  Fur, skin, muscle and quickly viscera started to fly out form
the were-hyena’s belly and ribs.
The beasts broke apart, both severely wounded now.  They circled each other,
snarling.  Blood was dripping out of the were-hyena’s mouth.  Blood of its
opponent.  The were-direwolf limped, barely able to move.  The were-heyena’s
belly dripped blood, and shredded viscera dropped onto the ground as the beast
gasped in air through punctured lungs.  The were-hyena was still strong
though.  It rose up with its laughing bark and prepared to jump down on the
weakened were-direwolf. 
“AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!” the were-hyena screamed in pain.  Dorea had feathered
an arrow into its right eye, ruining the orb.  The beast topped back onto its
back, and its body flipped around in fast, quick jerks.  The beast howled
mournful wails of agony.  More flips propelled the beast around on the rocks. 
The beast suddenly surged back up onto its hind legs.
The were-hyena swiped furiously, gripping the arrow in its talon paw and ripped
it out its eye socket, blood spraying out the ruined eye socket.  The ruined
eye itself on the arrow point.  Arianne was shocked that an arrow to the eye
did not kill the beast.  It must have penetrated the vile beast’s brain but it
was very much alive.  It was definitely severally wounded now though.  It
tilted its head back to howl and howl its anguish to the sky.
Dorea and another archer feathered several more arrows into the beast before it
went on all fours again.  The were-direwolf, seeing an opening, circled to the
blinded side of the were-hyena and lunged in.  The blinded were-hyena could not
defend itself from that side.  The were-direwolf started to bite savagely along
its enemy’s ribs and shoulder.
The were-hyena moved to the side, trying to get the were-direwolf on its left
to see it, but the healing were-Direwolf was able to keep to the right of the
beast, reaching out and slashing open ribs and exposing the beast’s lung on
that side.  A tipping point in their fight was reached.
With a barking laugh of pain, the were-hyena started to bound off, going up the
escarpment with inhuman speed.  Even injured, the were-beast was fast.  The
were-hyena barked high pitched whines of pain with three more arrows hitting
its sides and sinking in deep.  The were-direwolf yelped, taking several raider
arrows as it bounded in hot pursuit.  They were soon out of sight.
Arianne stared wild eyed at the disappearing beasts.  She had two answers. 
One, was that she fervently believed in the magical now.  The Jinn were-beasts
could not be denied.  Two, it must have been the were-hyena that had bound the
dune raiders together.  She gaped still in the direction of the beasts.  Then
she spied them much further and higher along the escapement the were-direwolf
nipping at the heels of the fleeing were-hyena.  They again disappeared from
view.
Arianne turned back to the fight at hand.  She saw many dead horses and six—no
seven- dead camels.  The losses of the dune raiders had been grievous, but the
losses on the smaller forces of Dorne were equally grievous.
She saw that the number of archers in among the boulders had been reduced. 
Some had moved down to help support the forces on the ground.  Many of the
unhorsed raiders were behind dead horses and camels, using them as shields and
firing arrows back at the Dorne fighters.  An arrow would occasionally find its
mark, but the superior marksmanship of the Dorne archers slowly whittled down
the numbers of the raiders. 
Twenty horsemen formed up a phalanx and charged the Dorne troops in the
defile.  Five were shot down, but the rest kept on coming. They charged down
two Dornish warriors and stomped one to death, the other cut down with a
scimitar.  Two horses were feathered and bucked as more arrows flew into them,
killing them.  A raiders gripped his throat an arrow jutting out it.  Quickly
four more were feathered and fell off their mounts mortally wounded.  More
horsemen charged into the melee.  
Loreza gathered four fighters with her, and charged the wildly wheeling
horses.  She brandished her whip and snagged a man by the elbow, jerking him
from his horse. The four fighters flung their javelins from close range into
horses’ sides, puncturing lungs and internal organs. One javelin thrower had
her head cut off with a mighty swipe of a battle ax.  Another was trampled by
one horse, and another stomped a steel shod hoof into a man’s back, shattering
his spine. 
Arrows whistled down killing the unhorsed raiders and more horses were
feathered angering the beasts that were no killed or maimed.  Several more
riders were thrown down and killed.
Dorea was firing arrows into the milling throng and staggered back into hiding
when an arrow skidded on the boulder in front of her, and ricocheted off her
leather armor.
Loreza was in the middle of the churning animals, her bullwhip snagging men off
of mounts, the tip slashing over their faces or arms leaving red, deep, angry
welts.  The men’s screams were sweet to Arianne’s ears.  Another woman had
joined the surviving fighters out in the melee as they chopped animals down,
and cleaved skulls, and disemboweled their enemies.
A tall man at the oxen cart was stomping around, shouting and gesticulating,
giving commands and guiding the forces in that area.  Arianne hated the man,
having remembered him actively raping a teenager earlier. Out of the corner of
her eye she saw a huge man with a double-ended Thief sword.   He swiped down on
Loreza as she was occupied, unseating another raider from his horse.  She
started to scream, but Loreza sensed the danger and leaped to the side.
The blade just missed the sand snake, with the slightly curved blade slicing
through her bandolier.  The belt flung off.  Loreza rolled to her feet with her
long dagger drawn.  She blocked the man’s downward chop and staggered back. 
She dove through and beneath his guard.  He spun around and then staggered when
Dorea hit him in the shoulder with an arrow. He righted himself, but Loreza was
on him and she buried her long dagger deep into his belly, and ripped up and
surged back.  The man screamed, his intestines spilling out as he dropped his
Thief sword and tried to put his guts back into his abdomen.
Arianne looked back at the oxen carts.  Then her vision was pulled away by
Myrcella’s scream.  Arianne whipped her head around, expecting to see an arrow
in her.  She was unharmed, but her eyes were wild, staring out.  She turned to
look where Myrcella was fixated.  Her hand flew to her mouth.  Loreza was
dragging herself behind a dead camel with an arrow in her lower leg.
The arrow had purple fletching.  It was poisoned, and Loreza had lost her belt
with the antidote!
“Nooooooooooo!” Arianne screamed, seeing Myrcella jump out of her culvert and
running crouched down into the melee.  Arianne heard Dorea scream.  She charged
out after her wife, pulling out the long dagger she and Myrcella had been given
by their sand snakes.  She watched Myrcella slide down on her hip, picking up
the fallen bandolier and scooting on hands and knees to a sweaty Loreza.  The
sand snake was cursing Myrcella for her stupidity.
Arianne crashed into the camel beside her two wives as an arrow whizzed through
her flowing hair, and jerked her off balance.  She gasped for breath. 
She watched Myrcella fumbling, retrieving the antidote. 
“That was stupid Myrcella!” she turned and saw Arianne. “Gods damn it Arianne!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Myrcella screamed at Loreza, who promptly obeyed.
Myrcella pulled the plug from the vial and put it to her wife’s lips. Loreza
drank it in two gulps.  They had five minutes to get the antidote to Loreza -
they had gotten it to her in time.  Arianne gasped in relief, gripping her
dagger in both hands.   She heard grunts and looked up, then screamed.  A
raider had crawled over the camel and was aiming his arrow at her wives!
“Aaaarrruuunngggghhh!” Arianne lunged up, her dagger slipping up into the man’s
body just underneath his sternum and up into his heart.  His body jerked in
convulsions, and he dropped his bow.  Arianne ripped her dagger out and was
splashed with blood, then lunged up again, her blade sinking up into the man’s
belly.  The man fell down onto her, mortally wounded.
She wildly kicked.  Myrcella, grunting, pulled the dead man off Arianne. 
Myrcella had her dagger out now.  Another man’s head appeared as he started to
climb over the dead camel to get at them.  He had two small axes hanging off
his wrists from their straps as he gripped camel hair to pull himself forward. 
“Eeeeiiiiiiiiiiii!” Myrcella screamed, lunging up and forward.  Again
providence smiled on the untried wives of the sand snakes.  Her dagger found
the man’s throat and sunk into the hilt, slicing the right side of the man’s
neck wide open.  Myrcella jerked wildly, ripping the man’s throat wide open
even further.  Blood spurted all over the woman as she screamed in battle shock
and lust.
She fell back behind the camel as the man fell down onto the camel, his blood
soaking the hide red beneath his throat.  Myrcella and Loreza were kissing
feverishly and hugging each other. 
“My gods . . . you two are fucking awesome.” The sand snake told them.
After a minute, Arianne got her bearings again.  She looked out over the
camel.  The battle was not as wild and vicious any longer.  The raiders had
retreated back to their camp, using the camp and dead animals to make a
defensive ring.  Both sides had lost many of their numbers to death and
injury.  Two men Arianne had noted earlier seemed to be leading the dune
raiders.  The big man among the oxen carts roared and gesticulated at his
forces, screaming commands.
Behind him, Arianne saw the teenager he had been raping crawling forward.  She
suddenly rose up on her knees with a dagger in both hands, and lunged forward
and down awkwardly.  Her dagger found the bearded man’s Achilles’ tendon,
severing it.  The man screamed.  His body toppled forward, ripping the dagger
from the girl’s hands.
The large bearded raider fell down in a heap, twisting around and sitting up to
backhand the girl, sending blood flying from her mouth.  None of his men saw
the tableau behind them.  Another girl, maybe eighteen, was slashing at the man
now with her own dagger.  He blocked the slashes, but his hands and forearms
took slices as he defended himself.  He grabbed the girl’s wrist when she
overextended, and punched her viciously in the forehead.  The girl stumbled
over and fell to her side, clearly stunned.
He did not see a woman in her late twenties come up on him from the side.  She
had tightly clenched in her two hands a double headed ax that she was barely
able to lift up over her head, but with a loud grunt she got it up above her
head.  The blade was precariously balanced, trying to topple the girl back
over.  She cried out, jerking her arms forward and down with the huge ax
following her arms’ lead.  The blade whistled as it sliced down in its deadly
arc. 
The woman’s grunts of effort had alerted the man.  The man jerked to the side,
throwing up his arms instinctively.  The blade sliced into his left arm and
into his ulna and radius bones lodging there.  The man howled, but gripped the
ax handle and pulled his arm off the blade, then pulled the woman forward. She
sprawled onto his legs.  He threw the ax down, and pulled out a dagger,
prepared to stab the woman to death as blood poured out his ruined left arm.
Two arrows hit him simultaneously.  One hit a rib that stopped the arrow form
entering his body cavity, but breaking the bone.  The other arrow slammed into
his back, staggering him.  He did not drop the dagger, but he was gasping for
breath, disorientated.  The young girl had gripped her dagger again and slammed
it home in the bearded man’s thigh.  He cried out in renewed pain.  The older
teenager had gotten her dagger again and lunged into the man’s shoulder,
burying the dagger to the hilt and talking him down to the ground.  Arianne
watched the three women stabbing his body viciously, again and again.
Arianne looked out around the battlefield.  The number of raiders had been
reduced yet again.  Dorea had leaped down to the defile floor and ran into the
melee, and up to the other commander.  She buried a dagger into the man who
lunged at her as she spun past.
The man roared his pain and anger.  He looked down at the blade buried in his
side and laughed, turning to face Dorea.
The man had a broad sword and Dorea had her shorter bastard sword and a long
blocking dagger.  They slashed and parried, back and forth, Dorea stepping in
as their swords locked up.  She slid her blade down the man’s sword as he
leaned back and twisted, gaining leverage advantage. Then he slid his blade
back down Dorea’s own blade.  She tilted back and pivoted away to the side. 
Dorea spun on her foot and did a pivot back into the man.  Dorea’s arm slashing
her sword at him.  The man yelped and dove back.  Dorea thought to come in on
her nemesis, but was almost gutted in return as she blocked the strike at the
last moment with her crossed blades.
Blows slammed against blades, sending out sparks.  Dorea caught the man’s blade
and jerked down, sending the man stumbling forward.  Her fist smashed the man
in the face. She tried to stab him with her blocking blade, but a slash nicked
her ribs. 
They spun apart again.  Their bodies circling as they slashed and parried.  The
man came down with a chop of his sword and Dorea caught his blade on her small
blocking dagger, and got the blade hooked into her dagger cross guard. She
whipped her arm down while pivoting to the left.  The man was pulled forward
and down off balance. 
Her other sword came arching down in a straight arc.  Her blade slammed into
the man’s back, and ran through his body, her wrist pounding into his back. 
Her protruding blade thickly coated in blood.  Dorea ripped her left hand back,
twisting her wrist to position her long dagger.  She ripped that hand up and
back further.  She savagely slammed down with her long dagger.  She buried the
blade into the man’s upper back, fully penetrating his body yet again.  The
raider fell to his knees.  She ripped her blades back and out of his body, and
stabbed down viciously squiring the man with her blades penetrating all the way
to her cross guards yet again. 
The man sagged down dead.  Dorea ripped her blades out.
The remaining men were fleeing, mounting horses and camels with some running
down the defile course.  Arrows chased after them. 
They let them flee.  They had been demolished as a raiding force.  Victory had
been achieved.  The remaining men and women of Dorne needed to tend to their
wounded.  Arianne slide down to her ass.
She was exhausted.
 
Myrcella
It had been three days since the fight.  The forces of Dorne had gathered the
raider dead and burned them in a large heap along with their animals.  They had
killed over three hundred and ninety of the raiders.  Down one of the defiles
they had found plenty of dead wood that was trapped in several switchbacks
during the flash floods from thunderstorms.
The raiders and animals burned together as a show of disrespect for the fallen
scum.  Their spirits intermingled, and defiled in their flight to the
afterlife.
Myrcella had enjoyed that thought.  Her wife Loreza was doing well.  They had
removed the arrow and cleaned it, and it showed no signs of infection.  The
poison antidote had done its job, and maybe the poison had killed any local
infection as a side benefit.
Their own dead, forty-two, had been grievous and made her blood boil. She now
considered these men and women to be her people.  She was truly no longer a
Lannister.   
Twenty-two more had been wounded to various degrees with eight of the injuries
serious.  The medics and Bedouin shamans worked hard, saving their lives
whenever possible.  The Bedouins had come to them to offer succor.  The
remaining raiders were being chased and harassed.  Their reduced numbers and
loss of leadership had now made them the prey. 
The worse wounded were now in large Bedouin tents, being cared for with local
homespun remedies as the surviving medic with the Dorne contingent added the
more modern medicinal methods to save life and limbs where possible.
The less injured were taken back to the main Bedouin camp to the South, one
day’s journey by camel.  Several riders were on the way to Vaith to let them
know of the victory and cost.  They had requested for a small contingent be
sent to increase their depleted numbers for the ride back once the injured who
could travel were ready.
They had buried their dead in individual graves.  They honored the dead with
the preferred rituals of their beliefs.
Myrcella and Arianne had talked about the were-beasts to the Bedouins.  They
had been equally shocked.  Legend said that when a Jinn took a human host they
took on a spirit familiar to the person.  The Direwolf was not natural to this
area, so they wondered whom this person could be.  Jinns were spirits that
floated on the very air.  Maybe the Jinns thought to be known only to Dorne had
a broader range than believed, and were called other names by the locals in
those areas.
Arianne had agreed with her that if the were-direwolf had not come to their aid
they would have been butchered. They would have been torn apart while the were-
hyena healed itself from any wounds they could have delivered to the beast. 
The shot to the eye had been more luck.  In a melee it was very difficult to
hit such a target especially if the target was on the constant move.
They asked the Bedouin’s about any weapons to be used against such were-
animals.  They were told that only silver was known to work without question. 
Silver was expensive and rare among the Bedouin.  Jinns rarely inhabited
humans, so the need was not absolute enough to take the expense to keep such
weapons.
Come evening, the Bedouin had put up their best tent and given it to the Pride
of Dorn for their victory and bravery in battle.
They had been extremely exhausted after combat, and the last two days cleaning
up the battlefield and burying their dead had taken their time.  Arianne and
Myrcella helped in the burial of the dead.  The brave souls deserved the
honor.  A picket line had been established with supplements from the Bedouins
to make up for the reduced numbers.  A sliver dagger had been produced and was
kept by the person on watch close to the camp.
Myrcella doubted the were-hyena would bother anyone soon.  She was sure the eye
would eventually heal, but the brute was probably still running with a pissed
off were-direwolf slavering on its heels.
With hyenas, the females also had a penis and were larger than the males. 
Actually an extremely enlarged clitoris but it made it difficult to know the
difference of the sexes, with the female being larger than the male.  The size
of the beast meant it must have been a female. Right?  The were-direwolf’s sex
was unsure also.  The fighting had been too confusing and no one had the time
to check for the sex of the fighting were-animals.
The sun had set an hour ago.  Myrcella and Arianne were extremely horny!  They
were sure they were feeling battle lust!  What a fucking turn-on!  Now they
understood why Dorea and Loreza were so horny after physical contests.  They
were anxious to make love to their wives.  They were shaking in lust, holding
off on their lovemaking with each other.  They needed to make love to their
heroic sand snakes first.  They were both naked and oh so wet.
They heard their sand snakes approaching as they conversed.   They had met with
their command and the Bedouins to make sure the defense was sure and that the
Bedouins were in sync with the Sand Snakes desire for the treatment of the
injured and making sure to have scouts to meet the troop from Vaith when they
approached.
Dorea parted the tent opening letting in a limping Loreza.   
Myrcella sprang on Loreza pulling her into her arms and gently pivoting the
squealing sand snake down to the thickly furred tent floor.  She had her hands
in the woman’s hair and had already latched her lips onto the sand snake and
aggressively parted Loreza’s lips and shoved her tongue aggressively into
wife’s mouth. 
Her hand clutched and pulled on laces and hooks pulling her wife’s clothes off
in a hot rush.
They parted for a short minute to pull off clothes making sure to not jostle
Loreza’s bandaged leg too much.
Myrcella looked over as she pulled Loreza’s pants off.  Arianne had her wife’s
pants off and was already on her stomach between Dorea’s legs her head lapping
as she raked her tongue aggressively over Dorea’s hard nubbin and giving it
quick fierce sucks and then more flat tongue licks of her hot tongue.
Dorea’s head thrashed form side to side. She lifted her torso and finished
removing her blouse top and threw it against the tent side with a thump.  Dorea
cupped and mashed her palms into her small tits and ground them into her ribs
and then plucked her nipples hard before again rolling her tits into her ribs
with her rotating palms.
Myrcella focused back on her task.  She had Loreza on her palms and knees while
she was in doggy too.  She had her face mashed deep into her wife’s sweet juicy
slit licking up and down with slow tongue licks.  Myrcella groaned deep in her
throat savoring her wife's sweet twat juice.  The pungent nectar ambrosia on
her taste buds.  Her sweet sand snake gurgled and cried out when she bent down
and sucked viciously on her wife’s clit with long deep throat love sucks.
She sucked and rolled the nodule around between her lips while she swiped the
rigid clit with her tongue.  "Ungghh!  Awwonngg!  Oh fuck yes!" Loreza gasped. 
"Ummmm . . . ummmm . . . ummmm . . . oh . . . it's . . . ohhhhh fuck!" 
Myrcella licked and swiped her tongue up the slimy groove of her wife’s slit
and slipped her tongue deep into her wife’s love box. She punched her head in
hard forward and back to punch her tongue in again and again burying her tongue
into her wife’s cunny hole. 
Myrcella was in heaven tongue fucking her wife. She felt Loreza reach back with
one hand and frigged her clit with hard jerks of her hand over her bulging
clitoral hood and slimy wet clit nubbin.  Loreza chuffed and Myrcella groaned
into her wife’s slimy wet cunt hole.  She sucked in a mouthful of sweet slimy
cunt meat and munched on with muffled slurps swallowed by Loreza drooling pussy
that had cunt juice dripping off Myrcella’s jaw and chin. 
Myrcella sucked with cheek hollowing sucks her tongue drilling the cunt meat in
her mouth.  She felt her wife’s thighs trembling wildly.  Her wife chuffed and
now screamed in fucking bliss as her body convulsed and bucked wildly jamming
her twat back into Myrcella’s mouth.
"Anngghh!  Anngghhh!  OHNNGG!  OOOWWAAAGGGGGGG! AHHNNGGGNNNIIIEEE!" Loreza
screamed out, her body flipping, jackknifing and bucking back into Myrcella’s
hot sucking mouth.  "Oh shit!  AUUNGGGHHHH!" Loreza roared again as a second
shattering orgasm ripped out her womb and tore her gushing quim inside out.
Myrcella gulped down the hot gushes of sweet creamy steamy cum.  She had both
hands gripping her wife’s hips hard to keep her face in the exploding twat she
was gobbling.  Cum dripped liberally off her chin and ran down her throat now.
Loreza’s strength was sapped and she slowly twisted down onto her back her body
now soaked in sweat and her legs spread akimbo obscenely.  Myrcella had
followed her wife down and gently ran her tongue up and down the swollen muff
that trembled and clenched underneath her tongue.
She rose up on her elbows and gently rubbed her wife’s vulva letting her clit
stop jangling for more wolf sucking.  Her battle lust had only begun to be
assuaged.
Arianne was up on her elbow her body up on her side and pressed into her wife. 
She had her head bent down and had sucked half of her sand snake’s boob into
her mouth.  She was sucking with cheek hollowing sucks the nipple swiped with
hard swipes of her tongue that showed through her sucked in cheeks.
Her right hand was pounding her wife’s sloppy wet cunt.  Her hand on edge all
four fingers buried deep into Dorea’s pussy on the in stroke.  Arianne pulled
her hand back enough to get her fingertips almost out her wife’s clamshell and
then slammed in hard fully burying them.  Her hand was like a piston hammering
Dorea’s twat.  Arianne’s hand pounded Dorea’s vulva and clit the shocks rocking
Dorea to her core.
"Unngghhh! Hnngggg hhhnnn hhnnggg Uunggggg!" Dorea groaned hard feeling her
quim expertly and deeply wedge fucked.   “Anngghh!  Oh shit . . . darling . . .
your pounding my cunt so fucking hard and good!"  Her pussy was slurping
obscenely now. 
Dorea rotated her groin up in time with Arianne’s strokes jamming her pussy
forward to take all her lover’s hand into her drooling cunt that leaked hot cum
down her ass crack and soaked her anus for later invasion.
Dorea’s hands now clenched the furs and lifted her shoulders off the furs.  Her
face was slashed with constant anguished ecstasy.  Dorea’s mouth worked with
small grunts. 
Arianne tried to suck Dorea’s tit down her throat and hammered her wife’s cunt
with all her strength and pure love.
Dorea’s body went rigid her mouth falling open and her throat locked up.  Her
head twisted her eyes shocked wide open.
Then the initial shock fled and her exploding womb ripped her belly open
scalding her with pure ecstasy.  "AWOONNNGGGHHHH!  MNNNGGHHIIIEEEEE! 
AWWONNGGG!" Dorea roared, her whole pelvis shaking and quaking in wild jolts as
a scalding ecstasy gripped her flesh.  "Oooohhhhhh . . . uuuoonnnnnhhhh!" she
moaned more softly in the troughs of her orgasm, but then geared up for another
round of earsplitting screams.  "HHHAAAUNNGGHHH!  OH SHIT!  OH FUUUUUCK! 
MMNNNGGGHHIIIIIE!"
Cum splattered out in shiny droplets of sweet cum showers.  Dorea’s entire body
was spasming and her cunt was so watery as Arianne hammered her wedge to
prolong her slut’s ecstasy.
Yes Myrcella thought smugly.  She and Arianne had just started to reward their
sand snakes for their heroism on the battlefield as only a wife can.
 
***** Aftermath and New Beginnings *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: There is graphic Lesbian Sex in this chapter. It is not Dany
     and Arya. That is later.
     AN #2: I saw like the Cliff Notes of Season 7 of Game of Thrones on
     HBO. Season 6 Cliff Notes were spot on so I am assuming this season
     is as accurate. The only reason i saw this is that it has a twist
     with Dany's dragons.
     I scripted Reclamation out in July of 2015. i have pretty much
     finished writing it. Now it is tones of editing and writing other
     stuff. I saw this because i am doing something similar to HBO.
     Different but the basic idea is the same. From i read, again i think
     HBO is going overboard but they have been doing that since season 2
     and i stopped watching it then. Been tracking though.
     I do like the actors portraying many of the characters and use their
     appearances in my stories. Plus, i do poach cool things. i hated
     Melisandre being a hag without her gem at first but i love it now.
     So i did this Author's Note to say i had the idea first about the
     dragons!!!! HBO cool but overdone. Of course i like mine better.
     I have been dropping hints about this in the Ice King viewpoints for
     a while.
                                  Chapter 32
                         Aftermath and New Beginnings
             Daenerys / Tyrion / Arya / Solaja / Ice King / Olenna
Daenerys
The Queen brought up her fingers and gently touched her right cheek, then
around her eye.  It was definitely swelling shut.  She hissed with pain from
the contusions she felt on her skin.  She moved her fingertips to her lips. 
Her bottom lip was swollen, and her upper lip was split on the right side.
She was sure both eyes had shiners already, and would only get darker.  She
would be the proverbial raccoon for the next day or two.  She thanked the gods
again for her fast healing constitution, as she worked her jaw back and forth,
and felt the hinges ache.  Her left ear was ringing.
Her poor pussy was aching from the vicious knee it took.  She would have to see
later if a pussy could actually bruise.   
She moved her hands to her ribs and hissed.  Both sides were very sore to the
touch.  She had never had her ribs busted up so badly.  Her right thigh was
also stiffening up from several hard kicks from the Stark girl.  Her left ankle
was tender, and she was sure it was swelling up too. 
She looked toward the door that Arya was led out of, licking her lips.  The
girl had totally beaten the shit out of her, and she couldn’t wait to see her
again.  Gods the fire in that girl!  Those eyes!
She looked around, and felt herself grimace.  Tyrion now had a large pouch with
a drawstring, moving around and humming, his eyes alight with greed. The dwarf
had many slips of paper with IOUs stuffed in his pockets, with gold dragons
visible like little flakes of spice.  The abundance of paper made his pockets
look like they were blooming white carnations. 
He had finished making his rounds, and hugged the stuffed pouch to this chest. 
He waddled, chuffing, with his heavy haul. Several coins fell from his
pockets.  With the background murmurs of so many people talking about the
fight, he did not hear them hit and roll away and walked on.
 “Hey Tyrion!” the Queen called out in a peeved voice.
The dwarf turned around, and smiled beatifically at this Queen.  “Yes my Queen
. . . my my—your eye is swelling shut Daenerys, and your lip looks like a harpy
got aho—”
“You dropped some of your fucking gold, dwarf!” the Queen grated out through
clenched teeth that made her jaws ache.
His eyes widened in alarm, and he quickly tracked down the coins scooping them
up. Then he quickly waddled out, mumbling about needing protection from Cersei.
Missandei came up to her.  She looked at her face with concern. “I am not sure
that Eddard Stark will be pleased with you beating the shit out of his
daughter.  Is that how you treat royal hostages, my Queen?” the interpreter
asked Dany solemnly.
“Her? What about me?!   She beat the shit out of me!”
Missandei just smiled.  Her Queen was nothing if not feisty.  Finally, a woman
who could match her fire and passion had come into her life.  The Stark girl
was definitely full of fire that was for sure.  Missandei admired the audacity
of the girl to both fire arrows at the Queen and sucker punch her.  That it
happened at their first meeting only made the events more grand!
Missandei handed Daenerys the scroll that the Stark girl had given her, which
the Queen had thrown behind the Iron Throne in anger.  Missandei looked
intently at her, anxious to know what was written.
Daenerys looked down at the scroll, and the royal seal of House Stark. 
Missandei watched the Queen take a deep breath.  They both knew this scroll
would set the course of events.  Would there be war?
Dany used her eyes to have her most trusted friend follow her.  So often the
Queen had only to look at her most trusted advisor for the young scribe to know
her thoughts.  The Queen needed to see what Eddard Stark had to say in private,
away from prying eyes.  She felt her heart, formerly beating hard with
adrenaline from the fight, was now beating fast with trepidation. 
Was she about to go to war?  A war she had maneuvered hard to avoid.  Would the
one man she had thought would never rise up in sedition, in fact prove to be a
traitor?
She and Missandei walked down the hall.  She looked up at the tapestry they
were passing, and saw Aegon taking the King of the North’s allegiance.  She
felt a shiver.  Was that tapestry a portent of ill?  Was Eddard about to
attempt to take his ancestral throne back?
Missandei kept her head bowed.  They both knew that this was a moment of grave
gravitas.  Would there be war with the North, or peace?  It all depended on
this one scroll that Daenerys carried, almost reverently.  Would Eddard Stark
betray her, and the realm?
Aggo walked behind them, along with Grey Worm and five Unsullied.  They too
sensed this was a moment of destiny.
They stopped in front of a door that led into a small meeting room, containing
a table with room for only six people.  It would do.
“Aggo—Grey Worm, no one enters this room!” Daenerys told them in a tone that
brokered no argument. 
She and Missandei entered into the room.  Daenerys made sure the thick door was
firmly shut behind them, then they both sat down at the thick cherry oak
table.  They rested in high-backed chairs and stared at the scroll.
The Queen locked eyes with Missandei, and nodded her head at the scroll. 
Together they would read their destiny.
Missandei broke the seal, and spread out the parchment.  She took a deep breath
as Daenerys stared off into space, waiting.
“Eddard Stark has the most beautiful hand writing, my Queen.” Missandei spoke
softly.
“The message, Missandei.” Daenerys softly intoned.
Daenerys Targaryen, Rightful Queen of all of Westeros,
I, Eddard Stark, am and will always be your loyal subject.  I know you must
think me a traitor, and I understand why, but consider I have given you my
precious daughter to be your royal hostage to balance out for Margaery Tyrell,
who came to me willingly. 
I go to the Wall to fight the Ice King.  You wounded him near to death, but he
still lives.  There is nothing more dangerous than a wounded wild animal.  My
son Jon assures me his army is prepared to march South.  I go to stop him at
the Wall.
Without your full support, I will die in defense of the realm.  Come to me
Daenerys, and together we will defeat the Ice King.
You will ask why I have not told you this before now.  I only ask what Tyrion
and Barristan say of the Wall and beyond.  No one will believe the threat is
real.  Now you have a tangible reason to come North.  I have given you the
enemy you need to unite Westeros.
I have devised ways to combat your dragons, and told you my secretes.  The
armies near our cities and navies in our ports are mirages.  I have left myself
defenseless to the rear, as have the Vale and the Riverlands.
I remember your initial letter.  I thought to myself, finally, a person worthy
of the realm.  I pray I have read you rightly.
Join with me Daenerys Targaryen, first of your name.  Let us meet the ancient
foe and put him back into his icy grave.
Your loyal subject,
Eddard Stark
After Missandei read the words softly, a silence hung in the room.
“I knew he was loyal.” the small scribe said.
Daenerys sat forward with her elbows on the table, looking at her most trusted
advisor. “So you believe him?”
“Yes.”
“So do I. And I have always trusted your judgment and insight.  Do not say a
word to anyone.  Call a meeting of the Klatch for tonight.  We need to discuss
this with our fellow ‘confidantes’.”
They left the room, and Missandei went off to her duties.  Daenerys walked
slowly, her head downcast as she contemplated her response to her realm’s
need.  She did indeed trust Eddard Stark completely, and had to admire how he
had crafted events to give her what she needed to bring a united Westeros
behind her to defend against a foe none believed in.  She had much to
consider.  The Game of Thrones had just gotten more intense and complicated.
But she was equal to the challenge.
She trusted Eddard, but was also angry at him.  She could try the man for
treason, just for trying her patience.  If he had confided in her from the
start, she would have worked out a plan to make all that had to happen—happen.
 Of course, she reasoned with herself, he didn’t know that.  He had taken the
path he thought would achieve his ends, no matter what.  And because of that,
she would not have to spend political capital convincing a recalcitrant South
to move north.  They were, instead, anxious to move North and take down the
arrogant wolf.
She gingerly walked to up to her quarters in the royal wing of King’s Landing. 
She had asked for attendants to run hot water into a tub to be brought into her
room.  She would use the hot water to take a quick sponge bath.  She did not
want to feel like the pampered royals she had seen in both Essos and Westeros. 
She would take care of her own bathing needs.  No matter if she was thoroughly
beat up she snickered to herself.  She did not have time to take a full bath;
she had other duties to perform.
When she entered royal suite, she spied the hot water and slowly pulled her
clothes off, putting them on the back of a chair for the maid to pick up for
washing.  She carefully walked to the full length mirror she had in the corner,
and took stock of herself.
Her right eye was nearly swelled shut, and she did indeed have two shiners,
nice and black.  Her nose was red and swollen - fortunately, it had not been
broken. Her face was covered in contusions, and the right side of her neck was
bruising too.  She could not even remember which blow caused that.  Her ribs
were motley on the right side, with rising bruises.  Yes indeed, Arya Stark was
left handed, and she’d done enough damage on Dany’s right to show it.
She catalogued the bruises and aches over the rest of her body.  She soaked the
wash cloth in the still steaming water, removing the dried blood from her face,
and gingerly washed off the sweat and grime from the fight. 
She had a sudden thought.  She spread her legs, and examined her pussy.  It was
a fiery pink, swollen, and very sensitive when she touched it.  No masturbation
for a night or two, for sure.  That she did not like at all!  To look at her
puss, you would think she was sexually excited.  At that realization, she felt
her pussy burn and nipples ache with thoughts of how she wanted to retaliate
against the Stark girl.  She wanted the wolf to make her pussy pink and swollen
for an entirely different reason.
She sighed, and stopped that train of thought.  Arya was a royal hostage that
Eddard Stark had placed in her care. She would never betray that trust.  She
would not defile the girl.  She doubted the girl had any attraction to her
anyways. After all, she had tried to rearrange her face!  For some strange
reason, this thought made her smile.  The Stark definitely had fire in her
belly.  Daenerys instinctively squeezed her thighs together, then hissed,
quickly opening her legs to relieve pressure from her pussy.  Damn it! No
masturbation indeed!
Daenerys slowly changed into loose fitting trousers, and a loose blouse top.
She only lightly tied them up, as her body was indeed tender.  She had trouble
getting a sandal on her left foot, her ankle swelling. Then the Queen left her
quarters.
Rakharo fell in beside her.  She felt him looking at her injuries.  “It is not
as bad as it looks.  You know I heal fast.”
Rahkaro walked in silence for a moment. Then: “The wolf girl is indeed fierce .
. . has the dragon finally met her match?” he asked as they spoke in Dothraki.
The Queen looked up at him. “I won the match, I remind you.”
He merely smiled. He seemed to know where she wanted to go with her desires.
Arya was in the Maester’s quarters.  She slept in a bed covered in furs.  Her
face was battered and swollen.  Both of her eyes were nearly swelled shut, and
she had a big knot on her forehead. Her lips were split.
Daenerys ached to know she had done this level of damage to the teenage girl. 
She was over four years younger than herself, she remembered.  She stood,
looking down at the girl as Rahkaro and Maester Pate remained silent.  She sat
on the edge of the bed and gripped her right hand, stroking it and looking at
Arya tenderly.
A few strands of Arya’s hair had fallen over her face and cheek.  Dany gently
pulled the strands behind the girl’s ear, then gently touched her face and
lips.  She took a deep breath, seeing the girl grimace slightly.
“Have you given her anything for the pain?” Daenerys asked.
“I have given her a diluted mixture of the Milk of the Poppy.  She is young and
strong. She will recover fairly quickly.” Maester Lape told the queen.
“How badly did I hurt her?”
“She attacked you, my Queen” Lape said defensively.  “Her bruises and
contusions will be completely healed in several weeks.  Two ribs are fractured,
and four more severely bruised.  Those should be healed in about six weeks. 
She will have trouble breathing for the next ten days, I should say, and then
the pain will gradually lessen.
It is her shoulder I am most concerned about.  She has a grade three sprain. 
There has definitely been ligament damage, and separation of the collar bone. 
Thank the gods you did not totally shatter the joint.  She should be pain free
in probably a month.  With four months of rehabilitation, she should have most
of the range of motion back.  She will be able to use her arm for normal
functions.”
Maester Lape paused, then said in a soft voice: “I hear she is quite the shot
with the bow . . . she may be able to continue that, but her days with the
sword are over . . . I’m sorry to say.”
Daenerys felt devastated.  She closed her eyes at the pain she felt.  She felt
deep down she had robbed something precious from the girl.  There would be no
practice on the grounds. She stopped stroking Arya’s cheek.
“I see.”  She rose up.  “Please, make sure she is comfortable.  I want no
effort spared in her rehabilitation, Maester.
The Maester must have heard the guilt in the Queen’s voice.  He sighed and
nodded.  She left his quarters, pale and unsteady.  Her pain was not all
physical.
Daenerys walked down the hall, silent and ghostly.  She had felt a strong
attraction to the girl, but now all she felt was guilt and shame.  She had to
win at any cost, like always, and had ruined Arya Stark’s life.  She felt ill
to her stomach.
She only prayed that Eddard Stark could forgive her.
She turned down the hall towards her quarters, feeling old and worn.  Rakharo
remained silent beside her.  Grey Worm approached her.  He was still taciturn
and stoic, but Daenerys could sense he had something on his mind. 
Daenerys sighed.  After all these years he still waited to be called to speak. 
He too was more than a guard to her now; he was a friend.
“What is it, Grey Worm?”
“You are needed at the gates, my Queen.”
“Oh—why is that, faithful captain of my personal guard?”
“The emissary’s companions need you to come out and speak to them.”
“What?! . . . Why the hell haven’t they been brought into the Red Keep? They
are honored guests!” Dany exclaimed, growing anxious.  She had enough bad news
for one day.
“They refuse to enter.”
“Why?”The Queen went to pinch her nose and hissed in pain when her fingers
squeezed her swollen septum.
“It is difficult to explain my Queen . . . please come and see. The girl’s pet
is—well, you need to see.”
Daenerys sighed again.  What the fuck was the issue about the girl’s cat or
dog?
“Okay . . . take me to them, and this pet.”
She briefly wondered if Grey Worm was losing his nerve in his not so old age.
She walked down the passages, and finally came out into the courtyard.  A fine
mist hit her face, and collected it in her hair with small sparkles.  If only
it could wash away her physical and mental pain.  She headed to the main gate
and walked out the arch.
She saw a large oxen cart being repaired, with a brace holding it up and a
wheel laying on its side, being prepared to be hammered onto the axle.  The
locking pegs were also on the ground beside it.
She spotted the four men of House Stark standing off to the side, talking and
laughing.  Their cloaks clearly displayed the heraldry of their lord’s house. 
She felt like howling, just like their proverbial Direwolf, for the damage she
had done to their princess. They finally saw her, and immediately went to one
knee and bowed their heads.
The Queen could not help but feel touched by their obeisance.  House Stark
simply exuded honor.  She only wished she was still worthy of it.
“What is the issue with Arya Stark’s pet?  Why are you all out here in the
mist, when you could be inside, warm and dry?” Daenerys asked, exasperated.
“It would seem that your guards don’t want Nymeria in the keep.  Nymeria is
always at her master’s side.”
“Is this Nymeria a dog, or cat?”
“She is a Direwolf, my Queen?”
“Oh, you mean a large dog.” She remembered seeing large dogs through her
dragons’ eyes before.
She heard a deep, rumbling growl.  Amusement crossed the Stark men’s faces. She
started to turn around, and Rahkaro drew his Arakh, preparing for combat. 
What the…?
On the empty bed of the ox cart, something from out of myth stood before
Daenerys. Staring at her with intelligent golden eyes, was a monstrous wolf. 
She could sense the wolf’s confidence and regal bearing as it stood tall and
proud, looking down at her, as large as a pony. She knew instinctively the wolf
was appraising her. 
Nymeria had a wolf’s form for the most part, but her legs in proportion to her
body were longer than a wolf’s would be.  Her head was larger as well, and her
muzzle was also longer and more pronounced.  A bottom fang on each side
partially protruded from her lips nearly three inches.  Her shoulder girdle was
slightly more pronounced, making her shoulders bulge somewhat.  Her fur was
like a spiky mane over her shoulders.  Her toe claws were slightly curved.  Her
large ears were cocked and focused on the queen, just like her intense eyes.
The beast watched her for a minute, as Direwolf and Queen measured each other. 
Dany was unarmed, but felt no fear.  She had an affinity for animals, and she
felt no anger or rancor in Arya’s beast of a wolf. 
She wondered how the wolf would react when she saw what she had done to her
master. 
The Direwolf moved to the end of the cart and lazily hopped down to the ground.
Daenerys took an involuntary step back.  The beast was enormous!  With an air
of supreme confidence, Nymeria cantered up to the Queen.  The direwolf was
actually taller than her!  Her head came up to the underside of the Direwolf’s
head, her face at the bottom of the wolf’s jaw.
Rakharo started to move forward.
“Put your arakh away, Rakharo.  Nymeria means me no harm.  Right, Nymeria?” 
She had not had an accurate gauge to see the true dimensions of the animal
before.  She knew they were large from her dragons’ visit to Winterfell, but
she had failed to grasp their true size.  She was surprised, but still felt no
fear.  When Rakharo hesitated, she told him again to put his weapon away.  He
finally complied.
The wolf lowered its head, and looked her in the eye.  Then the Direwolf head
bunted into her face softly, and licked her face with its long tongue. 
Daenerys’ eye squinted shut on that side.  Thankfully, the beast’s tongue was
not slimy.  The pressure of the licking tongue not enough to make her bruised
face bark in pain.  She grimaced at her choice of words.  Nymeria licked her
face several more times, and then turned to stand by her side, its shoulder
pressed against her.  The beast had accepted her, without condition.
Daenerys felt a little better.  Nymeria had accepted her; maybe things could be
repaired with the master of the mighty Direwolf as well.  The Queen had a
suspicion that Arya had bonded with her wolf much like she had with her own
dragons.
“Grey Worm.  Please take Nymeria to the Maester’s quarters.  I am sure that
Arya will feel much better with her companion.  We will have no problem hosting
Nymeria in the Red Keep.”
She saw the men from House Stark smirking as they glanced at her.  She wondered
at their strange behavior. 
As she walked off, she heard one ask the other: “How long do you give her?”
What a strange question.
Nymeria walked beside the Queen.  This was the woman her master had chosen as
her mate.  She had seen and felt their mating ritual in the room with the
strange seat made of the metal weapons that humans used in their hands.  The
wolf liked the ideas of the hated weapons melted like that.
She herself made her potential rutting mates know their place when they went to
mount her.  They were only wolves and could not conceive cubs but the she
enjoyed the coupling. 
She would snap and growl at the males as they came forward to mate with her. 
Though male they came with lowered heads and tails.  Those she accepted when
she was in heat Nymeria had them to bow to her and feel her fangs on their neck
and her claws on their belly so show her dominance. 
The white haired woman had shown she was the alpha.  Nymeria knew that in time
Arya would show her dominance when she was in the rut.  Nymeria smelled the
white haired woman and saw her prime physical attributes.  She smelled the
woman’s arousal for her master.  The smell of her master and this white haired
woman were a perfect match.  They would raise strong pups.
Her master had chosen well.
 
Tyrion
Tyrion was one happy little lion.  He sat at his personal table that the Queen
had constructed for him, in his personal alcove. The table was rectangular and
made of dark teak.  The sides had male lions carved into them.  The corners had
been carved into stylized hands, based on the sigil he wore on his vests when
in the Small Council or with the Queen in the Throne Room. He was sitting
comfortably in the chair proportioned for him.  He had all five oil lamps
glowing bright to give him plenty of illumination. 
He had sent Bronn and Shae out earlier to collect IOUs.  They had brought him
more gold dragons, silver stags and copper penny coins.  He was having extreme
fun stacking up his coins, creating towers on his desk.  He had multiple
stacks, some close to seventy-five coins thick.  He loved having to balance
each new coin as the stacks swayed and leaned. 
He had smacked Shae’s hand when she tried to swipe coins when she thought he
was not looking.  Her yelp of pain had been most pleasing to his ears. 
The mercenaries groused at what a ‘miserly heart’ he had, and Bronn mentioned
something to the effect of hoping his stunted legs rotted off. He had shooed
them away as they eyed his stacks of ill-gotten booty.
He did not tell them they would be getting a nice surprise in the morning, when
he had small clinking pouches delivered to them.
He actually liked them, though he would never admit it.
He looked at his Yu Jiangu's candle clock.  He had found it while in Oldtown,
doing research on the Ice King and environs north of the Wall.  He had been
walking the streets of that old city when he saw a bulk apothecary.  It was
divided in half, with the right side specializing in medicinal herbs and
poultices. Various items were located in bins, tubes and sealed jars.  He
looked inside the bins, and lifted up jars.  Some were darkened to preserve
items sensitive to light.  There were strings of herbs hanging from the
rafters, and on shelves lining the side wall, he saw medical implements.
He looked at the scalpels, and saw they had two types.  The first type was a
thicker, sharper blade to cut and splay apart.  The other type had hook ends to
tease apart, and lift up vessels and nerves. He also saw bone drills and
cringed.  The idea of that drilling into his head made him gnash his teeth,
though he admired the craftsmanship of the tooled bronze.  He looked at the
leather tong that was attached to the drills, to spin the drilling auger.  On
the very top shelf, he saw the forceps used to grasp bone fragments from
wounds.
He perused catheters and bladder sounds.  He looked over cupping vessels for
bloodletting, and tubes to prevent contractions and adhesions. The rectal
speculum and vaginal speculum had his sphincter clenching, and thighs clamping
together.
The other half of the establishment had supplies of essential oils, soap making
materials, candle making supplies and specialty ingredients.  Tyrion looked
into the various tubs, urns and vessels holding the ingredients to make soap,
candles and lotions for the body.  The colors and smells were pleasant, with a
few scents downright intoxicating.
He had looked over at a table, and found his interest piqued.  He moved over to
the table to look closer at a Yu Jiangu candle clock.  It consisted of six
candles made from seventy-two pennyweights of wax, each being twelve inches
high, of uniform thickness, and divided into twelve sections each of one inch
thickness. Each candle burned away completely in four hours, making each
marking twenty minutes. The candles were placed for protection inside cases
made of a wooden frame, with transparent horn panels in the sides.
Tyrion had to have it.  He had placed it on Drogon’s saddle for the trip back
to King’s Landing.  He now gazed at it.  Another section had melted away.  It
was time to get dressed and go to Dany’s Klatch of Confidantes meeting.  He
ruminated over the day’s events.  He was sure it would be a fascinating
meeting.
He walked down the hall to Dany’s residence.  He snorted, replaying the fight
again in his mind.  He still remembered a much younger Arya in his visits to
Winterfell.  He had been impressed with her verve for training even then,
despite the disapproval of her mother and older brother. He had never really
understood why Eddard Stark allowed the girl to continue with what seemed was
pure fantasy, though.  But now the girl was at King’s Landing and had turned
into a hellcat.  She had actually given Daenerys a real fight.  Arya Stark had
indeed become a warrior. 
He was saddened by the damage done the girl in the fight. Dany held back, but
even so she still ruined the girl’s shoulder.  She would never use the sword
again.
Aggo opened the door for him with a respectful nod, and he entered the room.
The others were already there waiting. 
Daenerys turned to look at him, and Tyrion felt a rush run through him. Even
with her face covered in bruises, her lip split, and an eye almost swelled shut
she was still beautiful.  Her traditional Dothraki garb of open vest exposed
her flat stomach, and the sides of her swaying, delectable breasts. 
He made sure to not let her see his bubbling lust show.  She had given him
permission to look, but not touch.  He still had vivid memories of ‘the beach
incident’, as he thought of it.  That always put a stop to his leering.
She came over to him and squeezed his shoulder.  “It is good to have you here,
my dear friend.”
Tyrion felt the rush he always did when the woman acknowledged him directly.
The first thing she asked him about was his report on Arya Stark.  She had
requested that he stop in that afternoon to check on her.  She wanted constant
reports on her progress.
He had stopped when he entered the Maester’s room.  At the foot of the large
bed that held a sleeping Arya, lay a Direwolf of immense dimensions.  Nymeria,
like Arya, had grown up.  The Direwolf had woken upon his arrival.  The wolf
had always disliked him, and she slowly rose up on her feet.
The Maester had been reading at his desk, and turned his chair around.  The man
just watched quietly and did not move as the massive wolf stalked slowly over
to Tyrion.
Tyrion had been shaking with terror.  The Direwolf towered over him! 
“Nice wolf.  Nice wolf.  Dwarves are very tough, and full of gristle.  I don’t
taste good at all, Nymeria.”
The wolf rumbled deep in its chest.  She stopped in front of him, and lowered
her head so they were staring eye to eye.  A low growl filled the room.
Tyrion was sure he was going to piss himself. Then the wolf jerked her head
forward, and bunted him with her nose on his forehead, sending him falling back
on his ass with a loud whump.  Nymeria turned around, and her tail slapped him
in the face several times with stinging whisks.
Tyrion watched the Direwolf return to Arya’s bed.  The wolf turned around
several times, stomping her feet softly, and then settled down looking at
Tyrion with her golden eyes before closing them.
That had been interesting.
The Maester reported that Arya was resting well.  He had bound her arm to her
chest with a body wrap, after placing her collarbone back in place.  Now it was
only a matter of time for it to heal. With months of focused rehabilitation,
she would have her basic mobility back, but Grand Maester Harsch Lape doubted
Arya would again have the strength she had shown in the throne room.
He also pointed out that her facial contusions, bruises and swellings were much
less than he would have thought, though.  He was sure it had been worse that
morning, but he must have been mistaken. 
To Tyrion, her face looked like a horse had stomped on it.  He shivered
thinking of what Daenerys would have done to his person if she ever truly
decided to punish him for his errant cock.
He reported to Dany that Arya’s warrior days were most likely behind her, he
noted the great pain that slashed across his Queens’s face.
He sighed.  It was obvious the two women were smitten with each other.  It had
been love at first fist. This fiery wolf girl was perfect for the Queen.  He
could only hope that Dany’s guilt over her pummeling the girl would not
interfere with their attraction for each other.  The girl had asked for it,
after all.  First firing arrows at the Queen and then sucker punching her. 
Gods the girl had fire!
Tyrion saw the rolled up scroll on the table.  Dany passed around a pitcher of
tea that they poured for themselves.  In the center of the table was a large,
circular, silver platter with dragons adorning the edges.  From the center
radiated circles of ham, roast, and goat pulled into small rolls.  The
outermost circle was composed of various cubed cheese chunks. In the middle of
it all was a gold cup filled with a dipping sauce, creamy white with a
mayonnaise base and mustard.
Tyrion put some ham and cheese on a small dish with a painted, stylized pagoda
in blue with banzai trees on hills surrounding it.  He bit the succulent meat,
and chased it with cheese chunks.
Daenerys unrolled the scroll, and read the words of Eddard Stark to the
gathering.
She told them in a tone that brokered no uncertainty that these words were to
be kept in this room.  She would be the only one to share any further.
She asked them what they thought of it all.
Tyrion shared a look at Barristan.  Barristan cleared his throat. 
“I think these words are true.  He would never outright lie. He has proven
adept at this Game of Thrones - to my great surprise - but he has never lied in
doing it.  He believes in his cause.  You fought something of great power,
Daenerys.  If this “Ice King” survived, then he must be fought and defeated.”
Tyrion spoke up to say the obvious. “Of course the South will refuse to believe
this.  I have heard the reports from the North, and your thoughts Dany, and I
still have a hard time believing it all.  After eight thousand years this Ice
King appears.  It seems fantastical.  I am on the inside, and I am still
hesitant to believe in legends come to life.”
“Unimaginative Mace won’t believe, stick-up-his-ass Stannis can’t see anything
except what is right in front of his eyes, Tywin can only calculate what he
sees as an advantage, and Doran will analyze the facts until the land is
covered in ice and will still ask for more time.
“Eddard has given you the perfect reason to march North.”  Tyrion smiled.  “All
the Great Houses cherish the chance to bring a peer low.  I think Eddard needs
to be brought low, now.” He said with a smile.
They discussed the issue further.  Missandei and Syrio had no issue accepting
Eddard’s beliefs.  Both had said they had seen magic in Essos. 
Even Strong Belwas had something to say.  He had walked over to the table
unseen.
All turned to look at him.
“This Eddard Stark is a great man.  You all say so.  Great man knows his Wall. 
I say we go to this Wall, and fight, and kill this Ice King.  We will cut his
balls off, and stuff up his ass.  But first I must eat more locusts!” The
eunuch announced.  He walked back to his chair in front of the fire, and
stuffed some locusts into his mouth, munching happily while two accidently fell
to the floor for a happy, purring Shadowclaw.  The eunuch leaned over from time
to time, to dip locusts in his favorite goat cheese dip that the Queen had
prepared for him for each Klatch meeting.
“What will we tell them Daenerys?” Barristan asked softly, looking at his
Queen. 
Tyrion and everyone else in this room knew they were marching to the wall.  The
question was only the how of it.
“We will tell the small council tomorrow morning that Eddard has declared that
the North, The Riverlands, and The Vale have formed a confederacy.  Not a
monarchy.  He is not declaring himself as King. The North and his compatriots
do not feel that their needs are being met, and need more autonomy.  They fear
my liberal views and want to hold on to their more conservative heritage.
“They want to set up a court that will apply their standards of law.  They want
to have the right to mint money, and collect taxes.  They will still tithe
their assigned portion in taxes, but want to have the first say in resources
that money will be used for.”
“They wish to negotiate for more power.  They want to be held first among the
Houses of Westeros, and have a seat of council on the throne at my audiences to
make sure their views and needs are met.  They feel their distance is
preventing their concerns from being properly heard and judged.”
“That will make sure the Houses of Dorne, Tyrell, Baratheon, and Lannister
hunger to put the great Eddard Stark in his place.  How dare he?  And yet, his
lack of declaring an outright break or crowning himself King will allow me to
hold back, in my benevolence.  I will reserve the right for further vengeance
if he is indeed seeking more.  I will put him in his place, but his actions
listed thusly do not require my full weight of authority be used in open
warfare.  We will move North, and see exactly we will find.”
“The leaders of the Houses may want to fight, but I can guarantee you the foot
soldiers know how it can be avoided, and I know that the leaders who have seen
and fought in wars already will dearly wish to avoid that now if they can.”
Tyrion was impressed.  Damn, Dany was good.
“I do not trust Tywin, though.” She continued, wisely. “I do not want the full
might of House Lannister on our march North.  I want to have Tywin in Casterly
Rock.  He will keep his fleet, and the fleet of Highgarden on high alert.  I
have already seen the resistive nature of the Iron Islands.  We need a strong
navy and land force to keep them in check during this time.”
“This is logical and sound, and will ensure Tywin will not cause any problems. 
I want half of their knights to move to the border of Highgarden during the
duration of this campaign.  This will divide his forces.  We will leave enough
behind for a shock troop, in case of any Kraken incursion that may arise.  He
will stay behind to ensure the peace in the West. I want Highgarden to send
half of their navy out as we leave for our march North, and intimidate the Iron
Islands with a strong showing of force.  They will be aggressive in their show
of force to the Iron Islands.  That should put pause in their heart.  I will
send a raven to Tywin indicating that he needs to give Highgarden his full
support in case of a Kraken landing in their territory.”
She paused, looking around at them.  She took a drink from her glass.
The Queen continued.  “I will now call in my full Navy.  The Summer Islanders
will tighten their blockade off the shores of the far North.  I want them to
come to the beachheads we have established in the North.  Now it is time to
move our troops there.  We have been stocking up supplies for our armies in
case it came down to this.  I want to surge supplies into the beachheads.  I
want to increase the production of dragon glass tipped weapons.  If Eddard is
right, we will be needing them.”
“I want the Summer Islanders to load up on dragon glass arrow points, and
javelins.  Hopefully, we can lure the enemy to come to them, and attempt to
storm their ships just offshore again.  They probably won’t… but who knows. 
We’ll see if our enemy has a cunning intellect.”
“I want no incursions by the Summer Islanders.  They are too brave, sometimes. 
I want Master of Ships Hugh Elicero to emphasize this to Soloja.  Do not be
foolish.  If we can tempt the walking dead to expose themselves by trying to
board the ships, then let them – otherwise, I want no inland incursions above
the Wall till we have our forces sufficiently built up.
“Syrio.  Have the houses surge on their training of their tithed troops.  Can
we lead them into battle and have them fight as a cohesive force? Will they
survive on the battlefield, and kill the other sons of bitches?”
“Yes, my Queen.  Their leaders are effective, and know how to instill loyalty
and willingness to fight for the realm.  Their training is essentially
complete, and we only have to hone to a razor’s edge.  We will be ready to
embark to the ports when the ships arrive.  Our army is ready to move north my
Queen.”
“Good.  I want you and Barristan to send out word to the Houses to set up
schedules for forming up their foot soldiers.  I want an orderly march to the
ports we have designated.  I will convoy most of them up north to our
beachheads.  It will take three cycles of transport to get all the troops and
their gear to the North.” 
“The rest will march with the cavalry.  I want the march fast, but do not
overstress them.  I want them at one hundred percent when we go to battle.”
“I will send Viserion to Pentos with Barristan.  I don’t want to wait for raven
to fly there.  I will have my navies mobilized.  I want the troop ships to sail
immediately.  I want them in King’s Landing, Oldtown, Highgarden, Sunspear,
Dragonstone and the lesser ports designated.  I want those ships fully stocked,
and prepped to sail when the troops arrive.”
“We have discussed these plans over the last months.  Now we put them into
action.  We will crush our enemies.”
The Queen took another long sip of tea.  Tyrion knew she was reinforcing their
plans to make sure absolutely all were on the same page.  Good planning solved
many problems before they started.
“The Calvary I will have form up here.” She pointed to a spot on the map. “I
have had the sites surveyed and set up for our march along the King’s Road.  I
want the tents raised and stocked.  I want support personnel to start moving to
these sites.  I want farriers, quartermasters and their support personnel in
place.  I want medics and Maesters specializing in medicine put in the camps in
every third day’s march.  I want fast horses at their disposal, to ride where
needed.”
“I want the more perishable supplies now sent to the camps and prepared.  I
want food and drink ready to feed our troops.  I have stocked the warehouses
with the supplies we need for our march.  I want the wagon trains formed and
get those supplies to these camps up to the Riverlands.” 
“I want these camps prepared. I believe Eddard.  I want scouting parties sent
out tomorrow to go to the border of the Riverlands.  I want them to scout out
the King’s Road, and find good locations for camps, so after each day of hard
none forced march they will have rest.”
“We will find no resistance.  I want his kept quiet.  I don’t want any
backbiting, or questioning my decisions.  I will have my Dothraki as the lead
scouts, and they are good at setting up camps. They do this all the time on the
Grass Sea.  Syrio, send your most trusted support personnel to make this
happen.”
“Yes, my Queen!” the Braavosi spoke.  Tyrion could see the zeal in the man’s
eyes.  He was sure it was in all of their eyes just then.
“We will ride North as fast as possible, without abusing ourselves.  I will not
move at breakneck pace only to arrive exhausted.  Too many battles have been
lost before they are even fought that way.  An army that is rested, well fed,
and given shelter from the elements has already won half the battle.  We will
be an effective fighting force when we arrive at the Wall.
“That is our true destination.  To everyone else, we go to Winterfell to put
this dog Eddard Stark in his rightful place.  I want you all to keep your ears
tuned to any rabble rousing, or excessive calls for force.  I am sure Varys
already knows all we speak of, and he will also be keeping his sparrows and
spiders listening intently.  In the south they have free range, and hear many
songs.
“We will march and join forces with Eddard Stark and defeat the enemies of my
Realm! Do you stand with me?” the Queen shouted, standing up and slamming her
palms on the table top.  She looked at them in turn with her violet eyes. 
Tyrion felt his soul on fire when the fire of her gaze met his.
He jumped up along with his fellow Confidantes as they shouted their total
allegiance.
 
Arya
It had been one week since the fight.  Arya was feeling great, all things
considered.  She had healed fast like she always did, thank the gods.
She had missed the next day’s practice, though.  Her battered body, with the
help of the Milk of the Poppy, had slept through the night and deep into the
night of the second day.
She was told by the Maester that the Queen had visited while she slept, and
held her hand.  She had felt a flush run through her at that, but knew it was
nothing more than genuine concern for a royal hostage and nothing more.
The third day, she had awoken early in the morning.  Her ribs no longer hurt,
and her shoulder no longer cried out in pain, only thudding as a dull ache.
Grand Maester Lape had clucked over her, and been amazed at how much she had
healed.  Her face was no longer swollen like she had fallen into a beehive.
When he probed her ribs, she only felt mild discomfort on the third rib.  He
was even more amazed when he probed her collar bone, and told her in an amazed
voice that it seemed to have already knit back into proper position.  He
removed the bandages strapping her arm to her chest, and she was able to move
her arm twenty degrees upward without pain. 
He told her that she healed with the same speed as their Queen.  That made a
rush flow through her body.  To be compared to her Queen made her feel tingly.
She wanted to walk, but the Maester insisted that she be wheeled down to the
practice grounds.  She should not push her body beyond its limits. She didn’t
want to argue.  She did not word getting back to Daenerys she was arguing with
her Grand Maester.  Plus, she did feel tired. She still needed to rest.
Her first vision of her Queen saddened her to her core.  The Queen’s face was
battered and covered in bruises.  Her right eye and bottom lip were still
swollen, though it looked much better than what she remembered from right after
the fight.
She sighed.  She had come to have this woman fall in love with her, and instead
had tried to beat the shit out of her.  She had ruined any chance she had,
now.  She could not believe that she had let her childish anger and need for
verification ruin her chance to have the Queen love her.  She felt her lip
start to quiver, but quickly controlled it.
She would not have Daenerys see her as weak.  She had heard that too much
already from her, and she could tell that she hated weakness.
On the practice field, she had been shocked by what she had seen.  The speed
and power of Daenerys Targaryen was amazing.  She suddenly realized the Queen
had not used her full power, strength or speed against her.  She had been
holding back, and because of that restraint she had harmed the woman she
secretly loved.
The way Daenerys moved, and the way her hair flowed around her body made Arya
tingle.  The woman laughed as she parried blows.  She used her flaming blue
sword against Barristan’s own Valyrian steel blade.  Sparks flew, and the
sounds of ringing steel echoed off the walls of the keep.  Daenerys was
exhilarated by martial exercise and combat.
Arya could not wait to enjoy that with the Queen.  The sheer exhilaration of
physical prowess, and the testing of skills and mettle was intoxicating.
When Daenerys had finished her sword practice, she sheathed her sword and came
over to Arya. She had even knelt down to talk to Arya.  She had been so
solicitous and polite.  She seemed to genuinely care for her comfort and
healing.
After speaking with her, Arya watched Daenerys switch to a wood sword and her
Bloodriders to wooden arakhs.  She had fought them all at once.  She had used
speed and supreme skill to hold them off, and one by one deliver fatal blows
had steel been used in place of wood. Her strength was incredible. The
Bloodriders were staggering back from hard, connected shots of their blades.
They had to growl loudly just to barely hold their ground.  Daenerys used her
smaller size to get up underneath their guard and use leverage to displace
their balanced stances.  Once off balance she would attack with a slashing
blade Arya could barely follow.  They knew what she would do, and still they
could not stop her.
The following day, Arya walked to the practice field.  The Maester said she
could also move to her own quarters.  He had removed the binding holding her
arm to her torso.  It was no longer needed.  He had moved her arm, and she
could now bring it up parallel to the ground.  The man had looked dazed when he
slowly pushed up on her arm, and saw she could lift it up to seventy degrees. 
He kept muttering “unnatural.”  She kept telling him she had always healed
fast.  She did have to admit that her healing seemed to have reached another
level over the last two years, though.
Daenerys came over to her again after her practice session, and talked to her
like they were actually friends despite how badly she had acted in the throne
room.
“Arya, what is the problem?  Why so pensive?”
She had gushed how sorry she was for her actions in the throne room.  She knew
she deserved to be put in shackles.
The Queen had laughed, and told Arya she deserved her thrashing.  She had
belittled her when she had arrived.  She had not shown Arya the respect that
she deserved.  She apologized profusely for the whole “fire” statement as well
- she did not know at the time about her father’s crimes against House Stark. 
She had been shocked when the Queen bowed down before her on one knee, and took
her hand and asked for forgiveness.
The heat of Daenerys’ hand holding her own sent a surge of elation through
Arya.  Arya would have forgiven anything the Queen asked at that moment.
That afternoon she was moved to her new quarters, one level down from the Queen
in the royal suites of the Red Keep.  She was relieved - she had feared she
would be kept away from the Queen.
The Queen was constantly busy in meetings.  She had healed enough to start to
wonder what her true status was, and what all the commotion was about.  That
evening she visited the Maester, and he put her shoulder through a full range
of motion.  Arya had cried out, but told the man to keep pushing her arm
through its full range.  It burned like hell at first, but felt so good
afterwards.
Her ribs had healed.  Her face swelling had gone way down, and instead of black
and blue her bruises had turned green and yellow and were starting to be
absorbed by her body.  Just like the Queen’s bruises were, thank the gods.  She
still couldn’t believe she had pummeled the woman she loved.
She had wondered over the last two nights, and decided that yes, she truly was
in love with the Queen, and it was only deepening.  She had put the woman on a
high pedestal.  True, it was toohigh with her only being five foot and not six
foot six inches, but the woman was living up to everything she dreamed of. She
was furious in combat, and so skilled. She was so passionate and fiery, and yet
fair and gentle at the same time.
And by the gods was she beautiful.  Her face was that of a goddess that was
only enhanced with the thin scar on the right side, and the larger scar on her
throat.  She longed to kiss those scars, and the scars on her forearms. She
would love to see the rest of her scars, too!  Her mind running rampant with
speculation to what she would find on that hot body.
The way people listened to Daenerys, and looked at her when given commands made
it clear they worshipped the ground she walked on.  Daenerys Targaryen was the
Sisters of Aegon reborn, and so much more.
The next day she took her sword, and gently slashed and did her combat steps
and parries carefully, feeling her shoulder stretch and burn.  She was
definitely healing. The Queen had to leave early; activity in the Red Keep was
building.  She wished she knew what was happening.
That evening there was a knock on her door. When she opened the door, she was
shocked to see the Queen herself.  She spluttered when the Queen asked if she
could come in. Of course she could. Then, she saw her father’s scroll.
“Do you know what is in this scroll?” The Queen asked Arya.
“No, I do not.”
“I thought as much.” She led Arya to the small table in the corner. They sat
down, and Dany handed her the scroll.
Arya read the letter.  She was not sure what she felt, reading the scroll.  Her
father had used her as pawn in his Game of Thrones.  Worse, she was sure that
Sansa had known it too, even if she had not been part of the direct planning. 
What she was feeling must have shown on her face.  Suddenly, she felt her
trembling right hand clasped by the Queen.
“Arya!  Look at me.”
She did, woodenly.
“Your father is a crafty, wily, wise man.  I want to think he read me
correctly.”  Arya just looked at her.  Daenerys then told Arya her reasons for
believing her father, and how his actions had indeed ensured that she could
march North with the full force of Westeros behind her to fight their common
foe. If he had not done so, she would have Tywin Lannister spreading his cancer
with whispers and backstabbing for her foolishly following the Wolf.  Stannis
would have told her she was a foolish, young, untried woman - even though she
conquered Essos!  The stubborn man may have even balked.  Mace and Oberyn would
have come North, but their faith and belief in her would have been eroded. 
“Your father has not declared himself a king.  That is so very wise.  It
diffuses the situation.  By both of us having royal hostages, that puts a
damper on the passions of hotheads like Oberyn, and makes Mace even more
cautious than he normally is.”
“But why didn’t tell me his plans?” Arya wondered, still wounded.
“Because you are his daughter.  He wanted you to come to me as an innocent.  I
can’t help but trust you, because you are an innocent.  Also, if you had been
captured and you told them what you knew, it would have upset all his plans.”
“If the forces of House Lannister had this news, the trouble they could cause
would be not be good.  Tywin is too calculating, and has a cruel streak I can
see from what he did to his children.  No, your father could not risk you
knowing the full truth of his plans.  It may seem cruel, but it was necessary.
Now I am free to continue the deception to bring my forces North, and meet the
threat at the Wall . . . or should I say we will meet the threat at the wall.”
 “We?” Arya asked in a small voice.
“Yes we!” the Queen exclaimed. “You near kicked my ass!  I need an arm like
that at my side when I go to war!” the Queen told her, violet eyes boring into
hers.
“Your father is a brilliant man, Arya.  He is everything my father and brother
were not, I must say.  You are so lucky to have him as a father.”
Arya felt a fire flush through her body.  Yes!  Her father was a great man! 
And the Queen wanted her sword at her side!  She was near to bursting with
happiness.  After her rash actions at their first meeting, Arya was sure the
Queen would never want her as her consort and wife, but at least she would be
by her side in battle.
“My Queen, you will never regret having me at your side!” Arya said, squeezing
the Queen’s hand in return.
As they looked each other, the Queen seemed a little flushed herself.
Arya pulled her hand back, and bit her lip.  She had been too forward!  Damnit!
“I am curious about the line about Margaery coming to Eddard, though.” Dany
said. “Why would she do that?  I thought Olenna had sent her to Eddard for
some, reason but I considered it some inner negotiation between the two of
them.”
Arya considered telling the Queen that Margaery had come to Winterfell to be
back with her soon-to-be-wife, Sansa Stark, but decided against it.  She would
be gossiping if she did that.  Westeros was conservative, as was Daenerys most
likely when it came to relations between the sexes.  She would probably be
offended at worst, or shocked at best to know the two princesses of mighty
houses were in love with each other.
Arya gave no answer, and thankfully the question had been rhetorical.  She did
not expect Arya to have an answer since she had been kept out of the loop.
The next day she began training with Syrio and Barristan.  The water dancer had
a totally foreign style of fighting with a sword, but the basics of block,
parry slash, attack, counterattack were still the same.  She immediately
started to get a feel for the new style of fighting.
Barristan, even with his more advanced years, was strong and lightning fast. 
He kept his strokes easy as her shoulder, knowing it needed to be treated
tenderly until fully healed. 
That night, she felt both relaxed and happy.  Several hours later her wrists
were very tired, and she had one happy pussy, and aching burning nipples. She
might not be able to have Dany in real life, but she could in her dreams and
fantasies.
The next day she did calisthenics and wind sprints with the Queen. Dany then
took Arya outside and ran a long, winding path around the closest fields.  It
was misting again, but that did not stop the Queen and she refused to be left
behind.  They ran around through the many camps that were forming up around the
Keep as more and more troops moved in. Arya was thankful when the run was over;
her side had a painful stich. 
The Queen believed in hard cardio to give her endurance in combat.  Now Arya
did too. 
Arya was given intense step-by-step walkthroughs and instructions by Syrio and
Barristan.   Tomorrow she would be cleared for full contact training by Maester
Lape, and they would start hard, full contact training in the morning. The
Queen wanted her tested, and her skills honed as quickly as possible.
Arya was ready. She would prove to the Queen she was worthy to be by her side.
The Queen talked to her after their training, and asked her if she was happy
with the instruction with a raised eyebrow.
“Hell yeah!” Arya had told her, making the Queen laugh.
“Arya, after dinner tonight, please be ready to meet me three hours later.”
That command made Arya anxious.  The queen had provided a full wardrobe of
dresses, blouse tops, slacks and trousers for her.  She had sets of boots,
sandals and slip over shoe as well.  She had covered all the bases. 
Nymeria watched her mistress fret with what garments to wear.  Again the wolf
was glad she had her fur to clothe her body.
Arya felt too much like Sansa at that moment.  She did not even touch the
dresses, shivering.  She selected a pair of black slacks and a tight blouse top
and a dark brown vest.  She put on a pair of knee high boots.  She looked at
the mirror in the corner, and decided she looked hot.
She pulled her hair back, and put in a comb to keep it locked in place and let
the hair come down over her ears and down on her shoulders.  It highlighted the
angles of her face, and brought out her eyes. She might not have the Queen, but
she wanted the woman to at least see her at her best.
She heard a knock on the door.
She opened the door, and gasped.  The Queen was dressed in traditional Dothraki
garb.  She had on only a multi colored vest that exposed her chest, and the
sides of her swaying breasts.  The Queen wore low slung trousers that barely,
but tightly, hugged her hips, and came down to her knees in a tight grip.  She
had sandals strapped up her calves. 
The Queen had her hair pulled back with braids, the rest flowing down her back.
She had several curls of blond hair framing her face. She was a goddess come
down to Earth.
The Queen smiled, seeing Arya gape at her.
Arya started to walk out, and Nymeria whined in her room. 
“Bring Nymeria.” Dany said. “Missandei has a caracal in my room as well. Her
name is Shadowclaw.”
Daenerys led the Stark quietly to her quarters.
“Inside are my closest friends and confidantes.  I meet with them to discuss
first the most pressing matters of the realm.  Your father is currently
pressing problem number one.” The Queen told her with a smile. “You deserve to
be in there. So long as I can trust you to keep what you hear in there to
yourself?” The Queen asked softly, a question in her voice.
“I would never betray your trust, my Queen.” Arya told her earnestly.
The smile Daenerys gave her in response was brilliant. If possible, Arya fell
even more in love with her Queen in that moment.
She entered the room, with Nymeria close by her side.  She was greeted with
smiles and comradery, immediately made to feel at home. 
The wolf looked around curiously, Syrio and Barristan greeted her as a prized
pupil.  Missandei was kind and sweet.  Tyrion shook her hand. 
“I really like you, my good wolf.  I alone of all in this Red Keep bet on your
winning the day of your fight with the Queen!”
“That is only because you are a greedy fucking bastard, Tyrion.” Dany grated
out, but Arya could hear the love behind the words.  The tone said it all.
“Someone has to keep the Queen on her toes.” Tyrion said.
Arya watched Nymeria closely.  She had seen the small caracal by the big,
rotund eunuch she had found out was called ‘Strong Belwas’.  Nymeria padded
over and looked at the big pail of locusts that Strong Belwas was holding
away.  Nymeria growled softly.
She saw the caracal get up on its hind feet, and bat her paws at the wolf’s
nose.  The cat stayed up on its hind feet, batting wildly at the great Direwolf
that sat, looking at the cat as if to eat her with one gulp.   Nymeria’s head
jerked with the pats her nose was taking. 
Nymeria eventually woofed and bumped her nose into the cat, knocking it down on
its back. The wolf laid down, trapping the wiggling cat beneath its long
forelegs.  The cat wiggled and whined.
Nymeria licked the cat and rubbed her cheek along the caracal’s head. 
Shadowclaw started to purr.
Belwas threw down some locusts, and the two animals shared.
Arya was going to like it here.
 
Solaja
Solaja sat at her desk, working over the lists of available ships at sea and in
the various ports in the Free Cities, along with her homeland. 
The Queen had decided to start mobilizing against Eddard Stark.  She had been
wondering why the Queen was so reticent to put this man down - he alone had not
accepted her rule.  Something did not ring right with the whole situation, but
she backed Daenerys Targaryen no matter her personal feelings.
She was still hurt that the woman had rejected her, but she would never let her
personal feelings keep her from loyally serving the woman.  She had crushed
Slaver’s Bay and was working feverishly to build something new and better.
Then she had taken back her throne without firing one arrow.  Hell, she even
disposed of the old dissipated despotic rule without bloodshed.
She paused to listen to the four pairs of lovebirds she had in her small bamboo
grove by the window.  She had put in nests for the birds, and they were
settling down having eaten the seeds and sliced fruit she had set for them. 
They were warbling and chirping.  Her favorite pair, Dusk and Lovey-Dovey, had
flown down and snuggled with her after they ate.  Lovey-Dovey had landed on her
shoulder and had preened her long locks.  The lovebird worked the strands of
hair through her beak, ‘cleaning’ her hair of parasites that did not exist. 
She found the affection endearing.
Solaja thought more on the only thorn that had been in her Queen’s paw:  Eddard
Stark.  He had resisted her from the start.  She found it strange how he was
not setting up a monarchy, but instead a confederacy.  Such organization had
never lasted long in Essos. They were too decentralized to meet the needs of
those they governed.  She also found it strange that a man with his sterling
reputation would risk the ire of the Queen for such a less than satisfactory
goal.
He had to know he would fail.  He could not long last against the forces of the
Queen, Essos and her dragons.  Something did not add up, but it was her duty to
serve her Queen faithfully and that is what she would do.
She had requested that the Queen send Rhaegal to the Summer Islands and the
capital of Tall Tree Towns.  This had saved a least a month to six weeks in
travel to get word out to send out the reserve fleet that they had kept just
for this situation.  The Queen had foreseen this need.  They would be escorting
the troop ships across the narrow sea between Westeros and Essos.  The
mercenary companies were ready and fit.  The mercenaries ready to earn their
keep.
She heard a knock on her door.  It was the dusk, and she wanted to be left
alone to work her tide charts and study the records for the weather in the
Narrow Sea and off the upper coast of Westeros at this time of year.
The knock was repeated.  She sighed, and got up to answer the door.    
When she opened the door and saw who was outside, she immediately shut the door
in their faces and leaned back against the wood.
“Solaja Xo—open the door.  We would speak with you.”
“Go away!  I don’t want to talk to you.  You have nothing to say that I want to
hear.”
“We want to talk to you.  This rancor is foolish and destructive.  There is no
competition between us.”
“Hhuummppppfff!” Solaja huffed to herself.  “Of course not.  You won.”
“There was no competition, Solaja.  The Queen made her decisions.  This is
between us.”
“Go away I say!”
“Open the door, Solaja.  We are not leaving.”
Solaja knew it was true.  She may as well open the door and get this over
with. 
Outside stood Chataya and Alayaya.  They stared at each other. 
“Can we come in?” Chataya asked softly.
Solaja saw again just how lovely they were.  She could see why the Queen had
chosen them over her.
She stood aside to let them enter the room.  She could not but help look at the
sheer dresses that clung to their bodies, like translucent clouds.  They
appeared like the river nymphs that inhabited their homeland islands.  They
were indeed lovely to the eye. 
Chataya’s sheer dress was green with green and yellow ruffles around the
shoulders.  Her large, firm, gourd-like breasts pushed the fabric out, showing
their beautiful shape sloped out on her ribs.  Her large nipples pointing at
the floor at an angle.  The nipples poking out the sheer material.  Her
daughter was wearing a golden hued dress that clung to her high, firm, full C
cup breasts.  Alayaya’s nipples poking straight out her thin gauzy top her full
breast slightly jiggling with her movements.
Their nipples were fully erect, and she could smell their pussies.  They were
aroused.  Maybe they were on their way to go to Daenerys, she thought
spitefully, eyeing the slits that went up to their hips, exposing lovely legs. 
They may be rivals, but she still always admired a woman with a beautiful
body.  Their skin was so sleek and gleaming.  They were midnight dark like
herself.  She could not stop herself from eyeing the prostitutes.  She loved
either the hues of the dark bodies of her homeland or the fair bodies of those
from Northern descent.
Solaja led them to the table by the bamboo grove.  She had bowls of nuts and
some oranges, pears, and peaches.  She offered them a seat and her light fair,
and poured them some white wine she had been sipping on.
The women put some nuts and fruit on the small plates that Solaja had set out
for them.  They ate daintily, and with exquisite manners.
Alayaya started to speak, but Solaja held up her hand.
“Before we start, I did not mean anything when I called you whores to the
Queen.  I honor your profession.  I was in pain.”
“We know.” Chataya replied. 
“Why didn’t she chose me?  I am just as beautiful as you and your daughter!  It
isn’t fair.” Solaja fumed and sniffled.
“We can’t speak for the Queen.” Alayaya spoke to Solaja.  “We never spoke to
her about you.  We can’t speak to her choices.  I will say that we were only
for the Queen’s pleasure.  A release of tension and anxiety is what we gave the
Queen.  The Queen is under a lot of pressure, and we provided pleasure to
reduce the burden for a night with our visits to her bed.  We gave her a
diversion to relax her mind and body.  Only women can truly give such pleasure
to another woman.  We relished giving her that pleasure.  But we were only that
to the Queen.”
“I would have freely given her that!” Solaja cried out in hurt.
“True, you could have.  But I see two reasons why she did not allow it.”
Chataya answered.  “One.  You are part of her Small Council, and she did not
need the entanglement of having a lover on the Small Council.  Second.  You are
a very aggressive woman.  She is not attracted to that.”
“She is attracted to weakness, then.”  Solaja sneered and then paused.  She
knew that sounded like an insult.  “Damnit! I apologize . . . I am off my
balance when it comes to Daenerys Targaryen. I can’t help but be what I am. 
Most women find my aggressive nature an aphrodisiac.”
Solaja saw the two women staring at her with glittering eyes.
“Why have you come here?  You won.  Have you come to gloat?” Solaja asked.  The
women stared at her, with fire still in their eyes.  Solaja was suddenly
nervous, and her heart rate was accelerating.
“We have come to fuck you, Solaja Xo.” Alayaya told her in a smoky voice.
“Oh heelllllll noooooo!  Why the hell would you want to do that . . . you won.”
The two women got up from the chairs and walked to stand on either side of
Solaja, who looked up at them seeing their large, firm breasts up close.
 Solaja felt the familiar ache building in her pussy.  The ache she felt when
she desired beautiful women.  Though she felt these women were rivals Solaja
felt the need building in her now wet cunt.  The need to fuck Chataya and
Alayaya long hard and deep.  To fuck the women to utter exhaustion.  To dine on
their succulent cunts and beautiful breast.  She licked her lips thinking of
sinking her long tongue deep into their wanton and waiting tight hot shitholes.
 Solaja shivered in rising lust for these to two beautiful prostitutes.
Alayaya sighed.  “Solaja, there is no competition between us.”   She started to
massage Solaja’s shoulders with strong fingers.
Solaja’s body clenched hard and then relaxed into the massaging fingers.  She
now knew she desired them greatly.  She did want to fuck these two women the
night through.  The ache in her cunt and now throbbing in her hardening nipples
built as she got so sopping wet.  “But why… unngggg!  Why do you desire me?”
she moaned, feeling the fingers stroking her body with expert skill.
Chataya answered. “You spoke the words yourself : ‘most women find my
aggressive nature an aphrodisiac’—we do.  We want to fuck you, and share the
pleasures that only women can give each other.  We want to feel your mouth on
us and your tongue in our pussies and assholes.  We long to feel your fingers
and fist in our bellies.  We want you so bad Solaja.  You are a legend among
our people.  Let us love you and love us in return.”
They pulled her up and led her to her bed.  She was breathing hard.  “Is it
true you two are lovers?” she asked, in a daze of rising lust.
The two whores pulled on strings on the shoulders of their beautiful dresses. 
The strings pulled taunt and then the knots pulled loose.  Chataya and Alayaya
translucent dresses fell to the floor.  The graceful women steeped out of the
pooled dresses and pushed their sandals off.  Solaja watched as the incestuous
mother and daughter eyed each other with hot throbbing eyes. 
Solaja moaned seeing the prostitutes nipples rigid with incestuous desire of
daughter for mother.  The two women stared in raw wanton fuck need at each
other.  Alayaya reached out and caressed her mother's gourd tits and lightly
cupped them hefting them to pinch the rigid throbbing nipples.
"Uunngggg oohhhh baby ... you know what mommy needs baby girl" Chataya whinnied
softly looking deep into her daughter's eyes.  The eyes of her wife and lover.
 The woman she adored as her soulmate.  
"Yes i do mother.  I will fuck you so good mother.  I will make you scream
mommy as i devour your cunt so gooooooddddd!" Alayaya moaned to her mother.
Solaja was breathing harder watching this display of wanton desire.  She knew
instinctively this was no act to make her hot and bothered.  This mother and
daughter were indeed lovers.  They indeed fucked each other every night they
could as wife and wife.  Solaja Xo was beyond turned on!
Mother and daughter stepped into each other arms.  Arms enfolded and hands
clenched backs tight as bodies came together in a tight clench.  Their other
hands threaded into long flowing black locks that had subtle bands of beads
woven in.  Solaja watched their bodies instinctively meld with thighs slipping
between legs and pressed into swollen pussies.  The admiral watched those
snatches start to instinctively hump and wallow into firm thighs.  Solaja
moaned hard seeing those thighs start to glisten as love aching cunts humped
hard on firm muscled thighs.  Mother and daughter's mouths came together with
lips first melding and nipping.  Then mouths hungrily mated tight and sucked in
sensual lips sucking on the lips taking turns as mother and daughter mewled and
jolted with rising pleasure and lust. 
Solaja loved watching the whores bodies coming together their full tits mashed
into each other.  Mother and daughter were only an inch difference in height.
Their tits compressed into their mates.  Their erect thick nipples poked and
rolled over their mates tits.  Solaja's eyes were glued to how those full black
orbs mashed and rolled with the incestuous mother and daughter bodies mashing
tight.  Solaja watched their torsos jerk and squirt against each other as sweat
filmed the tight pressed bodies.    
They kissed like this for a minute before the daughter’s tongue demanded
entrance to her mother’s mouth.  They both groaned as the daughter slipped her
tongue deep into her mother’s mouth were they wrestled wetly.  Alayaya pulled
her head back to let Solaja see mother and daughter’s tongues wrapped tightly
together and wetly wrestling before pushing her lips back to her mother’s lips
and speared her tongue down her mother’s throat.  The mother cried out into her
daughter’s mouth her body shaking with pure love for her daughter and lover. 
Their bodies already slicked with love sweat.  The incestuous mother and
daughter's backs arched and firm bellies wallowed and smacked wetly as they
humped sodden cunts up and down now cum slicked thighs and groins.   Solaja was
in heaven smelling the thick rich aroma of the prostitutes cunts flooding her
room.  Cum had trickled to the mother and daughter's knees and now down their
shins. 
The sight hit Solaja like a blacksmith’s mallet hammer.  The mother daughter
incest was so intoxicating to behold.  She could feel the burning love between
these two women.  She burned to watch and then join them.  She felt her heart
flutter with lust and emotions.  Emotions she had not felt in so long!  Her
pussy ached and her heart fluttered.
Solaja’s bed was traditional with a canopy frame above the bed with slates
going from side to side and sheer lace fabric blew in the breeze that reached
half way down to the mattress.  Chataya and Alayaya slowly moved over with
small steps arms clenched and wet pussies jammed into thighs their moans loud
in Solaja’s room.  The whores reached Solaja’s bed.  Mother and daughter
toppled to the bed falling through the multi colored fabric screens.  They
rolled around on the bed kissing ravenous. Their drooling couchies still
wallowing on the others body.
As Solaja watched Alayaya got on top of her mother and quickly spun around with
her knees by her mother’s head and lowered her body.  Solaja was beyond turned
on seeing Alayaya’s swollen wet muff smothering her mother’s mouth as she
wiggled down and Chataya gripped her daughter’s ass cheeks and lifted her head
off the mattress and inhaled her daughter’s pussy swallowing her upper cunt. 
Alayaya buried her face in her mother’s twat and sucked Chataya’s clit deep
into her mouth and hard sucked while tongue lashing the rock hard soaking wet
nubbin.
Solaja felt her pussy get so fucking wet.  The whores’ breast were compressed
into their incestous lovers’ bellies.  The mother had her head up and angled
forward her mouth opened wide.  The mother inhaled her daughter’s cunt meat
into her mouth.  Chataya rolled the sweet succulent trim in her mouth.  Her
head pumped in and out stretching out her daughter's cunt in her mouth.  The
tension Chataya filled her daughter's cunt had her daughter's face twisted with
almost painful pleasure.  Chataya savored again as she had for years the sweet
taste of her daughter’s twat. She then raised her head higher and shoved her
tongue deep into the cauldron of her daughter’s snatch and slow tongue fucked
her daughter.  Alayaya cried out into her mother’s honey hole.  “Mmmffff
Oommpff! Ummpff! Uummff!” Alayaya chuffed as she sucked feverishly on her
mother’s pussy and tongue lashed her clit.
Solaja ripped off her slacks and blouse and joined the lovers on the bed.  She
stroked Alayaya’s back feeling perspiration already starting to film on her
dark black body.  Alayaya’s head was pumping pulling on the juicy slimy
succulent pussy meat in her mouth.  Chataya was hammering her head up and down
driving her tongue deep into her daughter’s hot drooling steamy love box.  She
then moved her head down and sucked hard on Alayaya’s rigid clit.  The mother’s
cheeks hollowing out and showed her tongue slashing her daughter’s rigid shiny
clit.
Solaja wasted no time getting behind Alayaya’s firm rump and her mother’s head
working her clit.  Solaja bent her head down and gripped the daughter’s hips
and pulled her firm rump cheeks apart and buried her face in the hot ass crack
that felt and smelled like steamy paradise.  Alayaya’s musk and womanly scent
was intoxicating.  Solaja tongue first licked the teenager’s ass crack.  Up and
down Solaja ran her tongue the length of Alayaya’s ass cleft.  She loved
feeling the teenager’s firm ass cheeks on her face as she licked her ass
cleft.  Then her tongue circled the girl’s anus tossing her salad as she
snuffled and moaned.  Chataya was making obscene noises slurping on her
daughter’s clit. 
Solaja worked her tongue over the teenager's starfish.  She loved feeling the
wrinkled orifice and soaking it with with her spittle.  Solaja raked the flat
of her tongue over the runnels of the teen's shithole.  Solaja cawed feeling
the girl's anus clenching underneath her lapping tongue.  The naval commander
heard Chataya snuffling wolf sucking on her daughter's clit.  Then the mother
released her daughter's clit from her drooling mouth and stabbed the hard
nubbin with her incestuous tongue.  Solaja loved hearing the teen's squeals of
pleasure into her mother's cunt glued to her mouth. Solaja felt the bed rocking
slightly with the force of Chataya working her head to pleasure her daughter's
cunt.  Solaja circled the teen's spasming shithole and then lapped it again
savoring the delicious taste.
Solaja stiffened her tongue and slowly pushed her tongue deep into the teen’s
tight asshole.  Solaja loved the feel of the smooth sphincter rings sliding
down her silky tongue as she slow rammed its full length into the shaking
teen's butt hole.  Solaja smiled.  This asshole was no virgin.  She had dreams
of slamming her strap-on up this tight shithole.  She knew Chataya would be no
anal virgin.  She began to stroke her tongue deep in and out the tight
sphincter enjoying it pinching her tongue with the teens body jerks of
ecstasy.  Solaja was in heaven pulling the girls ass open and driving her
tongue deep into the girl’s rectum wiggling her tongue licking wildly.
Looking up the girl’s now sweaty back she saw her head rise up and heard her
mother take a deep breath and suck her daughter’s clit down her throat.  The
girl’s anus clenched tight on her tongue as the girl’s orgasm shattered her. 
"AAWWOOGGGGGG! HUUNNGGGGG! Ungghh!" Alayaya screamed her head snapping back and
her body shaking violently. The girl’s body bucked in a stunning orgasm.  Her
body rent with hard fucking convulsions of sheer bliss.  "Auungghiiieeee!
Ohnngghiieee!" the teenager wailed her body convulsing again and again.  Solaja
was in heaven feeling the girl’s sphincter locked down on the tongue as she
rammed it deep into the girl’s anus.  Solaja kept her head buried in Alayaya’s
ass cleft to keep her tongue buried deep in the spamsing assshole.
She felt Chataya pumping her head in and out and stretching the clit meat deep
in her mouth. She pulled back and the wet clitoral hood snapped out her lips
with a wet plop.  Solaja continued tongue fucking the sweet asshole of the
teenager.  “Hhhrrrsssllllppppp!” Solaja heard as the mother sucked her
daughter’s clit back deep into her mouth and pumped her head hard pulling and
suctioning the clit deep in her mouth as the mother’s tongue slapped the shiny
nubbin.
The sweet loving mother gave her daughter another shattering womb rending
orgasm.  "Fffffffuuuucckkkkk—mmmoommyyyyy! AARRUUUNGNGGGGG!  AWWOOOGGGGGGGG!
Arrrrrrrruungghhh!" Alayaya cried out, her back bowed, taut body quivering as
one overpowering spasm after another wrenched her flesh.  Again Solaja felt the
teen’s shithole spamsing and gripping tight her long tongue she slow stroked in
and out the hot the teen’s gripping anus.  Her long tongue loving the feel of
the teen’s asshole milking her tongue with rhythmic squeezes.   "Nnnunnggmmmm!
Oh! Oh . . . sweet gods of the forest, unnggmmmnnnggghhiieeee!"  The teens body
flipped hard up and down. 
Solaja pulled back slipping her tongue out the still spasming asshole.   She
gently rolled the mewling daughter off her mother. She leapt over the fallen
teen and was between her mother’s legs settling down in a flash.  She spied the
splayed out inner labia lips all wet and glistening dark black.  The pink slit
all wet and gooey with sweet cum.  Solaja inhaled deeply savoring the rich ripe
heady scent of Chataya’s hot cunt.  Solaja lowered her head and mashed her face
into the sloppy wet quim.
Chataya’s body jolted hard feeling her vulva bulge out with Solaja’s strong
tongue beginning to lick up and down her slit and then start to lash her clit. 
“Hunggg hhnnngg … oh fuckkkkkk yeahhhh! Unnnhhh uunnggg!” the whore moaned
feeling her clit now short sucked and her clit polished with Solaja’s swiping
tongue.
"Auugnoownngg! Unghh! Unghh!" Chataya grunted, writhing crazily under Solaja’s
passionate attack on her already frothing pussy.  Solaja lapped her head raking
her tongue over the hard pebble of the mother’s clit.  She sucked viciously on
the clit making the madam writhe before she started to lick up and down her
slit and then slide her tongue deep into her hot tight pussy tongue fucking her
hard.  Solaja loved Chataya with all her skills desperate to prove to mother
and her daughter what a great fuck she was.  Her daughter had primed her
mother's body.
Solaja lifted her head slightly and lapped her tongue furiously over Chataya's
rigid shiny clit.  Her tongue loving the feel of the hard nubbin underneath her
tongue.  She would dip her head down and hot suck hard on the shiny clit
wiggling her tongue to lash the diamond hard clit polishing it.  Then her head
lifted to again furiously lap on the bulging clit jutted out its sheath.  Back
and forth Solaja licked and sucked viciously on her new lover's clit.
She kept looking up Chataya's body.  It had stiffened her belly muscles
rippling and straining.  Her head had rocked back on her neck her Adam's apple
jutted out her neck her neck tendons threatening to snap in two.  The madam's
belly breathing in raged gasps sweat pouring off her body.  Her heavy gourd
tits sloshing on her ribs as the prostitute's body jolted and half rolled from
shoulder blade to shoulder blade.
Chataya's breath caught for a second.  Her body went tense as a board. 
Suddenly, horrendous spasms exploded out Chataya's womb and rent Chataya's cunt
simply tearing it inside out.  "AAARRUUUNGGGGGG! OOOWWWGGGGGGGG!
AAWWOOGGGGGGGG! Oh oh fffuuuccckkkkkkkk!"  Chataya's body convulsed with
killing contractions of fucking bliss.  "Ungghh! Unggnnn! Aarrgghhuuuaaaaa!
Unnunggg hhnnggg hhhnnggg ... Unnggghhiieeeeeeeeee!” she screamed her voice
echoing off the bedroom walls and bamboo thicket.  Her body flipped and
jackknife making Chataya's tits flip and flop on her bucking chest.  Her cunt
grinding down into Solaja's hot sucking mouth.   Solaja loved watching the
whores tits flopped swirled madly on her chest as Chataya wiggled and bucked
out of control.  Chataya jammed her heels into the bed to anchor herself and
lunge her cunt into Solaja's hot gobbling mouth.  “Oh Gods Fuck ...
Shit—Oowwwggghhhhaaaaaaaa! unh! Unh! Unh! Oh Solaja! Gods yes I ... oh I …
auunggggnnnhiieeee! Unggh! Auungghhieee!"
Finally, Chataya's orgasm fled her body and left her limp.  Solaja now drank
deeply from the well spring of Chataya drinking sweet hot cum that liberally
pulsed out the whore's honey pit. The taste like ambrosia from the gods.  She
gently lathed the trembling twat.  She loved seeing the strong aftershocks
throttling Chataya's body.  Her body freezing up and then shaking hard again.
 Chataya moaned guttural deep in her chest.  Her face still slashing with her
hard aftershocks.  Solaja Dorne kissed Chataya slack open fuck hole to get more
sweet warm buttery cum.  Solaja moaned as she wormed her tongue into the sweet
honey hole and gently lapped out the sweet buttery cum her questing tongue
found.
Solaja greedily drank down all the cum she found in Chataya's hot cunt hole.
 The prostitute's body slowly calming down from her hard long orgasm.  Solaja
tested the woman's clit.  Chataya moaned hard but instinctively pushed her
pussy into Solaja's mouth.  The fucking slut hungered for more oral loving.  
Solaja smiled.  Time to feast again.  She ran her tongue slowly up and down the
gooey trench burying her face in deep.  Solaja loved feeling the whore's vulva
swallow her mouth.
Alayaya had recovered now and was on her knees beside her mother and cupping
her tits sliding them up off her ribs and centering them and now wolfed sucked
on the long thick nipples with noisy slurps.  The teen’s cheeks hollowing out
with the force of her love sucks.  The teen daughter latched her mouth to an
engorged teat and pumped her head up and down stretching out her mother’s
nipple and areola nursing fiercely.  Alayaya moved from breast to breast
inhaling her mother’s tit meat deep into her mouth and wolfed sucked on hard
nipples stuffed deep into her mouth.
Chataya's face slashed as she grunted and moaned in extreme pleasure.  Her
daughter's sucks on her nipples arched straight to her clit making it jangle
adding to the pleasure Solaja was giving her pussy.  The madam's head jerked up
off the mattress in helpless jerks of ecstasy. Her voice cawing and her belly
flexing tight as hammer pulses throbbed out her sucked nipples.  Chataya's
hands playing with her daughter's hair.  Mother and daughter locked eyes and
Alayaya sucked even harder on the teat in her mouth.  "Auuuggg huunnggg hhnnn
hhnnn ... oh suck it you godddssdammmnnn slut ... unng uunn oh gods i love you
Alayaya ... hunnnggg shit! suck baby girl suck on your mommy's nipples" her
head had been up looking down on her daughter but now it thudded back to the
bed her mouth open in a helpless O of shocked pleasure her face slashed with
primal pleasure of an expertly sucked cunt and nipples.
Alayaya would move up and kiss her mother hard and deep before kissing back
down her mother’s throat.  She would nibble and nip before she moved down the
rest of the way to Chataya’s heavy tits and sucking long and deep on her
mother’s teats.  She did this several times.  Then on one trip back to her
mother’s tit Alayaya licked her mother’s throat.  “AAWWWOOGGGGG!” Chataya
screamed feeling her daughter see-saw her sweet black throat flesh in and out
her teeth as daughter marked her mother as her love slut yet again.
Alayaya smiled down at Solaja who had slipped two fingers into Chataya’s twat
and slow fucked her quivering quim while long sucking on the clit she worked in
and out her lips.  Chataya was chuffing and rolling from shoulder to shoulder. 
“Oh Gods Solaja you are so beautiful sucking off my mother and my wife off. 
Suck her clit hard and pump your head up and down.  It makes her come so
hard.”  Solaja looked up at Alayaya and did just that making Alayaya’s mother
cry out in ecstasy. 
Chataya moaned “Aauuggg fuck! shit!  unnggg oohhhh fuck … gods Alayaya—Solaja
easts pusssyyyy so fucking good babyyyyy!”  One hand came up to grip her
daughter’s hair to pull her mouth down into her tit and drive her nipple deeper
into her daughter’s mouth.  Alayaya gripped her mother’s tit with both hands
and pumped it hard throttling the heavy tit as she wolfed sucked looking up at
her mother’s twisting face grimacing in rising ecstasy.  Alayaya’s mother’s
other hand threaded into Solaja’s hair and drove her head deeper into her
swollen drooling quim.
Solaja had inserted a third finger into Chataya’s trim stretching out the cum
slimy fuck hole.  Her finger sliding easily in and out the buttery pussy she
hammer fucked.  Her knuckles hammering the swollen muff.
“Suck suck suckkkkkkk . . . oh sweet air gods suckkkkkkk—both of you suck! … oh
oh hhnnggggg—oohhh  . . . Solaja saw Chataya’s face seem to crumple in agony
that was only ecstasy.  Her eyes squeezed tight shut and her body exploded. 
"OOOWWGGGGGGGGGG! HHHHNNGGGGGGGGGG! Oh oh hhngg-AAAWWOOOGGGGGG!" Chataya
screamed feeling her cunt tear itself inside out.  Solaja felt Chataya's
fingers claw hard into her scalp with each hammering pulse of the whore's
orgasm.  She saw Chataya's other hand smashing her daughter's head into her
bosom with each spasm of her orgasm.  Alayaya sucking so hard her cheeks deeply
dimpled with her long ragged deep throat love sucks on her mother's turgid
teat.  "Hhhunngggggggg! Hhnn hhnnn Awwwoogggggggg! Ooowwwggggggggg! Ohhnngggg!
Ungghhh! Oh . . . oh Solaja . . . oh shit unnghhhmmnnggiieee!" she squealed,
her body shaking and trembling as shockwaves ripped through her voluptuous body
and hot cum gushed out her cunt sliming over Solaja’s slow pumping fingers. 
Solaja pulled her fingers out the hot hole and locked her lips on the spasming
hole and drank the creamy cum gushing out in hard clenching spasms.
Gods dammed this woman tasted so fucking good to Solaja as she slurped down
ambrosia from the gods.
As the madam jerked and cried out in aftershocks Solaja felt herself rolled
over and watched Alayaya slip between her legs and started to tongue slash her
clit and then swallowed and rocked her head tongue lashing her clit and lowered
her head and worked her slimy slit.  She rose up on her elbows and looked at
her vulva bulge out with the daughter prostitute’s tongue raking up and down
her drooling slit.  Then the teen was lashing her clit with flat tongue licks
and then her tongue fluttered all over her clit with lightning fast tongue
bats. 
Solaja grunted  deep in her chest when the teen slipped her tongue deep into
her fuck hole and slide it in and out her hot tight pussy.  Alayaya curled her
tongue to scoop out Solaja’s hot creamy cum flowing out her fuck hole. The
teen’s nose plowing over her clit as the prostitute tongue fucked her pussy so
sweetly.  Solaja watched Alayaya move her head up and again tongue stroke her
shiny nubbin jutting out its sheath.  The whore spread her pussy out fully
exposing her clit and wolfed sucked it making Solaja scream in pleasure.
Solaja’s head lulled form side to side as Alayaya was transporting her to the
heavens with that talented tongue that was again rolling over and slapping her
clit with quick love sucks between.  The teen then sucked her clit deep into
her mouth and pumped her head as she deep throat sucked her clitoral hood
stretching it taunt.  The sweet wet sucks putting intense friction on her clit
that filled Solaja’s belly with fire.
The tension rose higher.  Chataya had recovered and moved in from the side. 
Her mouth chased a tit rolling on Solaya’s sweaty chest till her mouth latched
onto and engorged teat.  The madam sucked with feverish love sucks that filled
Solaja’s breast with hot whirling fire.  She moved over and sucked the other
breast the same.  Then her hands came into play as she hunched over Solaja’s
body and throttled the full gourd tits while her mouth moved back and forth had
sucking long thick nipples.  Her tongue lathing rubbery nipples.
Solaja felt the pressure rising deep in her belly.  Her face slashed horribly
and her legs were tense and juddering.  Her toes curled painfully and then her
womb shattered.  "Unnggmmmhnnngggiiiaaaiieeeee! Awwwoggggggggggg!
Ooowwgggggnnnn!" she wailed, surging off the bed, her body bucking and flipping
so violently that Alayaya and Chataya had backed off watching their lover
jackknife violently.  Solaja’s toes curled hard as her heels hammered the bed
in helpless pleasure.  “Auungghh! Ungghhh! Oh . . . oh oh . . .
annnnggghiiiieeeee!"
Her body calmed down and the teen licked her trembling pussy and inner thighs. 
Solaja felt the bed sag on each side of her head.  She looked up at paradise.
 Chataya’ swollen puss was six inches over her face.  “See something you want
Solaja” Chataya husked down to her with a smirk on her face.  A smirk that
turned into a shocked slash on her face when Solaja looped her arms in flash
over the firm strong voluptuous thighs above her head and jerked the woman down
on the extended tongue that stabbed deep into Chataya’s honey pit.
"Ohhnnnnn . . . ohhnnnnn!" Chataya moaned, her body twisting.  Chataya hefted
up her heavy tits rolling them in her hands and pulling on the engorged teats. 
The woman’s body dripped sweet sweat now.  Her shiny black nipples flaring as
the madam pulled hard on them stretching them out tenting her areolas. 
“Unnhhhh . . . unhhhh!" she grunted, "ohhhhh . . . oh Solaja  . . ." she cawed
feeling the admiral punch her tongue deep in and out her tight pussy.
Solaja cried out into Chataya’ pussy when Alayaya slide her tongue deep back
into her cum filled cunt and started to tongue fuck her before moving up and
sucking rhythmically on her clit and adding first two and then three fingers
stretching out her quim and fucking her in a sensual in and out rhythm.
Solaja was in heaven.  She was receiving so much pleasure and giving it back to
her other lover. She would raise her head and slurp on the shiny clit before
licking back down the slimy slit and suck on slimy labia lips rolling and
stretching them in her mouth.  She loved how Chataya’ body quaked from her
loving ministrations her hips quivering and full tits jiggling.
The madam gripped her tits form underneath half way up the divine gourds and
folded up the heavy breast with her nipples at her lips now.  Chataya sucked on
her long thick nipples in turn moving her head right and left to suck on the
engorged nipples in turn with cheek hollowing deep throat sucks.  The whore’s
eyes throbbed and burned as she looked down at her sweet lover.
Solaja was hammering her head up pounding her tongue deep into the steamy fuck
hole smothering her mouth.  Her nose hammered the mother’s clit relentlessly
with each up surge of her head to drive her tongue into the steamy cauldron of
Chataya’s hot love box.  Solaja moved her head up and sucked in all of
Chataya’s upper cunt deep into her mouth.  "Unnhhh . . . ohnnnn!" She moaned.
"Yes! Ungghhh! Gods . . . yes, suck it hard! Ungghhh!"  Chataya jammed down
hard grinding her cunt into Solaja’s mouth.  Chataya jammed her own engorged
nipples back into her mouth in turn sucking with cheek hollowing hedonistic
love sucks on her own nipples.
Alayaya was slurping on Solaja’s clit and now adding butterfly strokes of her
tongue flicking Solaja's clit like her clit was in a hurricane.  She raised her
head and flat tongue licked the shiny clit jutted out its hood.  She gripped
Solaja’s hip to keep her anchored down as the naval woman swirled her cunt hard
up into her mouth.  Alayaya was in heaven feeling Solaja’s clit she had sucked
back in between her lips and she tongue lashed.  Her fingers pumping into a
fiery cauldron of hot cunt meat.
The teenager turned her hand up her fingertip pads up onto Solaja’s frontal
vaginal wall.  The girl worked her fingers in short jerks having already mapped
out Solaja’s pronounced spongy hillock of a g-spot.  The girl harpooned the
hillock with fast bobbing jerks.  Alayaya smiled into the pussy she was
gobbling loving that rough raspy feel of Solaja’s g-spot underneath her jerking
fingertips.
Solaja’s head surged up into Chataya’s cunt.  "Ummgghhff mmppfffff! Onngg!
Ongmmgghhhh! Unnggmmphhfff!" Solaja screamed into the cunt swallowing her
mouth.  Her hips shuddered and pumped into the fingers fucking her exploding
couchie the fingertips furiously working her g-spot prolonging Solaja’s
orgasm.  Solaja’s orgasm wrenched her body with killing convulsions of
shattering bliss.  More orgasmic thrilling shocks wrenched her body. 
“Aunngghmmpphhh! Ohhggnnmmphggff! Ungghhffff! Ohhngghmmphhff!" Solaja wailed
into the cunt grinding down into her mouth.
Suddenly Solaja was gulping down hot gushes of sweet hot slimy cum as her
screams into Chataya’ cunt sent the madam over the precipice into shattering
ecstasy.  Chataya’s head ripped back as she dropped her heavy tits that slapped
onto her sweaty chest.  Chataya’s screams were sweet music to Solaja’s ears. 
"AUUNGGHIIIEEE! ONNGGHH! UNGGHH! AUUNNGGHIIEEE!" Chataya cried out, her body
succumbing to the fierce convulsions of orgasm her body flipping and her heavy
tits whiplashed flipping up and slapped down on her body as it convulsed hard. 
Her continued cries loud in Solaja’s room as a sharp paroxysm of shattering
pleasure ripped through the madam’s body.
Solaja drank deep.  Then she felt Chataya pulled off her mouth and a smiling
Solaja watched as daughter laid a still convulsing mother on the bed and she
quickly got on her knees over Solaja’s head and jammed her pussy down.  Gods
this teenager was a fucking slut just like her sweet mother.
The teenager rode Solaja's face hard and fast with quick sweeps of her hips
back and forth over the admiral’s mouth.  Solaja stuck her tongue up and let
the teenager fuck her face with her swollen muff that totally engulfed her
mouth.  Then the teen snaked her hands underneath Solaja’s head and pulled the
woman’s head up off the bed and circled her pussy in a tight swirl down into
Solaja’s hot gobbling mouth.  Solaja’s nose buried in the girl’s clitoral hood
and slimy wet slit as she sucked in a mouthful of sweet cunt meat and siphoned
sucked deep into her mouth.
Alayaya’s screams echoed off the walls as her pussy squirted again and again
filling and overflowing Solaja’s mouth the excess splashing out her mouth and
soaking her face.  Solaja was in heaven as Alayays screamed and screamed as
multiple orgasms tore her sweet young tight body apart.  Solaja loved the hot
gushes of clear cum making her choke on the sweet effluent overfilling her
mouth.  The admiral half choking on the hot cum squirting into her mouth and
down her throat.  Her choking half spitting out sweet cum Solaja longed to
drink down into her starving gullet.
After that it was long, intense lovemaking long into the night.  Deep into the
night, Solaja was dreamy and near asleep when she felt Chataya and Alayaya
start to pull away from her body. 
She rose up on one elbow.  Her heart that had been contented began to beat in
trepidation.
“Why ... why are you leaving?” she asked in a tremulous voice.
Alayaya gave her a sad smile.  “A whore always knows when it is time to leave.”
“It has been a most wonderful night Solaja . . . you are indeed a magical
lover.” Chataya told her in a soft, sad voice.
Solaja rose up to a sitting position.  “I say when it is time to leave and it
is not now.” She said in a commanding voice.  She smiled, seeing the two whores
shiver and moan aloud at her commanding tone.  “Fuck me and make me scream,
sluts!”  She saw another hard shiver grip the whores’ bodies.  She laid back in
the moonlight, and opened her shaved mound with her fingers exposing her wet
seam and wet cunt hole that clutched and pulsed to mother and daughter. 
“So you see something you like sluts!” she soft cooed barked at her lovers
seeing how they loved her commanding tone. She would remember this.
With a loud moan they fell on Solaja like famished wolves kissing her deeply
before moving down in tandem to suck her heavy tits and then spreading her legs
out wide and devouring her together kissing each other as they sucked Solaja
off again and again.
Solaja then fisted mother and daughter together.  She had gotten her lube and
soaked her hands as the liquid dripped off her hands.  More lube was slavered
over big fat pussies.  Solaja moaned working her fingers into mother and
daughter’s cunts.  The incestuous lovers rolled onto hips to kiss each other. 
The groaned feeling their pussies stretched out on Solaja’s hands working into
their twats.
Solaja had her knuckles and thumb run along the undersides of her fingers
worked into mother and daughter’s trims.  They were on their elbows looking
down taunt bellies.  Their heads rocked back in unison eyes looking at the
ceiling crying groans of ecstasy cawing out stricken throats.  Their necks
jerking up and down on corded tendons. 
Solaja pushed her hands fully into their hot buttery cunts.  Their hot wet
pussies slowly inching down the back of her hands till their twats were
clenched on her wrist.  Solaja paused to let the whores pussies stretch out. 
The women gibbering in raw pleasure.  She began to softly pump her hands in and
out loving the feel of their cunts running up and down her lower wrists.  Their
love juice dripping off her wrists.
The whores started to tap and fork their clits and pulled on nipples.  Solaja
so enjoyed watching her new lovers roll their torsos toward each other to kiss
ravenously with deep plunging tongues in their mated tight mouths.  Alayaya
bent her head down using her hand to left her mother’s guard tit and long suck
on the long thick nipple. 
Solaja formed her fists and began to pump them deeper and deeper into hot tight
pussies.  Her knuckles churning and plowing hot inner folds and whorls.  Solaja
looked up at mother and daughter who groaned and their faces slashed with
primal ecstasy.  Solaja began to now ram fuck her lovers.  Her fists pounding
up tight pussies and jamming into cervixes.  She would pump her fists back to
the opening of their vaginas and then slam her fists forward with twisting
motions.  The whores were screaming in pleasure.
Chataya eyes were blasted looking at Solaja.  Her face torn apart with
pleasure.  She was gripped by hard convulsions just like her daughter who was
rotating her groin into Solaja’s lunging thrusts burying Solaja’s fist deep
into her belly.  Chataya was repeating her daughter’s groin swirl to take
Solaja’s love fist hard into her belly.  Solaja slow pulled her fists back to
the entrance of her lover’s cunts and paused.  Then she surged her twisting
fists forward hard filling the prostitutes with her fists.  Again and again she
hard stroked her fists deep up into the incestuous mother and daughter lovers
belly. 
Chataya was lost in a world of pleasure.  “Oh Solaja … I love you … I love you
with all my heart!”  She was so lost in love and pleasure she did not know she
spoke the words aloud.  Solaja’s own heart echoed those words.
She made them cum twice on her fists.  Their screams were ear splitting and
their bodies twisted so beautifully on her fists buried deep in their bellies. 
Solaja had relished feeling their cunts explode and spasm on her fists again
and again through their orgasms.  She felt her fists clenched in wet tight
velvet fists as the women wailed and jackknifed violently and Alayaya screaming
out she loved Solaja not realizing what she said being so lost in pleasure. 
Mother and daughter were near comatose when Solaja settled between them.  They
worked their mouths onto her nipples on her sloped out breast on her ribs and
suckled gently as they went to sleep.
At dawn, Solaja quietly got up out of bed and put a note outside her door. 
Daenerys had cancelled the Small Council meeting for the day. She would meet
the Queen in the middle afternoon to help the Master of Ships Hugh Elicero plan
for the upcoming campaign.  She had the whole morning and early afternoon to
herself.  She snuck back bed and snuggled in.  Two hours later she got up
again, and got the tray that had been left at the door.
She took the three bowls and filled them with bran cereal from the urn.  Solaja
then took the bowls of cut up strawberries, bananas and blueberries and scooped
them into the bowls of cereal.   She put them on the table after clearing off
her papers.  Her heart was thundering in her chest with what she meant to do. 
She did not question herself.  Last night had been magical, and she felt a
connection she had not felt in so long.  She would not let this magic slip from
her fingers.
She poured out the milk into the bowls.  She looked over at her bed.  She had
fucked her sweet whores to utter exhaustion.  They were sprawled out on her
bed.  As she watched, the daughter instinctively scooted over to nestle into
her mother’s body her head nestled underneath her mother’s armpit.  Their legs
spread out showing happy swollen muffs that had been well fucked.  Both women
were so fucking beautiful in the early morning light leaking into her room
through the windows.
Per custom both whores should have been gone by the rising of the sun.  Whores
were for the night.  Solaja smirked.  She had fucked them so good and long they
she had simply worn them out.  They were so beautiful sleeping in her bed. 
No.  Their now shared bed. 
Solaja then went to the whores, and gently kissed them awake as they blinked
and smiled. Solaja relished how they lifted their beautiful faces into her
feathery kisses, and seeing their soft smiles beaming up at her.  Then Chataya
looked around, and saw by the light in the room that the sun had risen high
into the morning sky.  She frowned and started to apologize, saying she and her
daughter had overstayed their welcome. 
Alayaya fully woke up and smiled, stretching, and then she remembered.  A whore
is always gone before breakfast.  It was an old tradition.  A whore was to be
out of the house before the morning fast was broken.  That time was reserved
for true lovers.
Chatya got up and saw the table, and then looked at Solaja and started to cry. 
Alayaya saw the table was filled with traditional morning cereal and fruit.  A
meal that lovers shared.   The meal she shared each morning with her mother in
their home.
She looked at the hopeful look on Solaja’s face, and started to cry too. 
Solaja took them to her table, with a loving grip on their elbows.  She
lovingly sat them down, and got between them on her knees.
Solemnly, Solaja took the spoon first from Chataya’s bowel and scooped out a
mouthful of cereal and fruit and offered it to the crying whore.  She slowly
brought the spoon to the whore’s lips, keeping hard, direct eye contact. 
Chataya took it, more tears running down her cheeks.
Solaja turned to Alyaya and repeated it - the ritual of binding.  Her hand
trembled at what she was doing, and Alayaya’s lips trembled too.  The teenage
whore was shaking hard now, opening her mouth with love radiating out her dark
intoxicating orbs.  Alayaya  took the offered spoon heaped with ceral and
fruit.  Tears of joy running down her cheeks.
Alayaya and her mother had never thought that the great Solaja Xo - the
greatest admiral in three hundred years - could ever love them as a true love. 
This was what lovers did.  Women who loved each other’s souls. 
Solaja fed them until the bowls were empty, and then together mother and
daughter fed their new mate.  Both whores cooed and stroked their Solaja’s
lovely body.  They were naked, and shining with lust.  Nipples engorged and
pussies sopping wet.  The women pressed into Solaja’s body rubbing their tits
into her sides.  Letting Solaja feel their hard nipples aching with desire for
her hot tight body again.
Hot musk filled the air with the scent of arousal.  They had wanted her for so
long.  They had only hoped to share her body, thinking her love was out of
reach.  No more did they think this.  They looked at Solaja, and her long
engorged teats, and her swollen cunt wet and labia lips knotted and slimy wet
with love juice begging for their tongues.  Solaja belonged to them now, as
they fed her spoon by spoon the ritual breakfast of binding.
They would work out later how they would build their new family as they went
back to bed, to renew and deepen their love.
 
The Ice King
The monarch stood tall and proud, surveying his kingdom.  This had been his
home since his rebirth, but soon it would be time to leave.  This world of
tundra and stunted trees bent by the constant wind would soon be left behind.
 Soon the whole world be his to reshape into this paradise.
He would freeze the world into cold and dark.  He would rid the world of the
hated humans that were not worthy of the world.  They were like rats that bred
beyond all control.  They killed beyond what they needed. They were a canker on
the Earth, and he would remove them.  He hated a species that would kill their
own.  It did not matter that once he was one of them with their same
weaknesses. He had been transformed into something more pure.  Something truly
great.
He looked over his realm of perpetual night.  He left his throne and walked
among his many sons.  He was a cautious sovereign by nature.  He had delayed,
but the time for action was fast approaching.  His last sons were fast
approaching maturity. 
His captains, his eldest and most capable sons, were busy around the cycle of
the sun forging new swords for their youngest brethren.  They took the iron
ingots that they mined from the edge of the great sea to the east by north.  He
would breathe onto the iron, and his sons would start to hammer the raw metal. 
They had the strength now to bend and mold the metal with their granite
mallets. 
The iron slowly lengthened and started to shimmer as the metal morphed to a
half liquid state, and flowed out into the shape of the blades their newest
sons would use. They had learned from their father the secrets of the craft;
from their father’s vomit and love.  They chanted under the breath that they
did not need to take.  They again and again spoke the words and wards that
enchanted the iron with icy, cold strength.  Once complete, the blades glowed
light blue with a bright penumbra surrounding them.
When finished, the captain would turn and give it to a new brother in their
father’s army.  Then the sons would turn back to their tasks.  They were
totally focused on their father’s will.  The work continued around the cycles
of the sun that only barely touched the horizon.  They had to give each brother
a weapon to fight the hot bloods.
The Ice King had learned from his battle with this vile Dragon Queen.  He had
some of his sons fashioning blocks of ice that would be strung together with
thin ribbons of ice to from chainmail armor.  His sons and himself were fast
and he did not want to limit to many with this armor.  A big advantage was
their speed in combat.  The ice was heavy and would sap energy when worn in
combat.  Still some of his sons and some of the giants he would outfit with
this ice armor.  The needed that armor to take on the dragons of the Queen and
fight the humans that had these Valyrian swords.  They were few he had
learned.  His initial assault forces would have sons and giants outfitted with
ice armor to let them survive long enough to cut down their enemies.
The ice could not stop the attack but should blunt them enough to kill their
tormentors.  Yes, he had learned lessons from his fight with the dragon queen.
The fight with the black skin people on their towering ships showed that the
crows had been teaching their own lessons.  He would take casualties. His
losses may be grievous, but he would be victorious.  Then he would have a
continent of young, hot blood male children to convert to be his new sons.  He
would have an ocean protecting him.  He would kill any invaders on the shores
as he husbanded his strength.  He would have to time to forge a mighty army to
shake the heavens in their course.
Essos had no knowledge of him.  He would reave deep into the continent before
they began to learn of his weaknesses.  He would carve out his initial kingdom,
and then would inevitably march across the continent.  His victory was
assured.  Some people had magic still, true, but by the time he reached the
land of Asshai he would be unstoppable.
He would have all the time he needed to discover how to attack this place
called the Land.  He would avenge his true son for the loss of his brothers.
But first things first.  He needed, and would, conquer Westeros.
Ice Fang was anxious to attack the hot bloods.  He longed to consume their
flesh.  He would annihilate his distant cousins.  Ice Fang would show his
father his love by killing his enemies.
The Ice King would move south slowly.  He had a plan that required some level
of stealth.  He had devised a means to take his enemies unawares.  He would
move through the forests as much as possible. This would slow down their
forward march as his army had to shamble among the thick tree trunks in the
depths of the great forests of North.
He had time.  His plans would succeed.  He was nearly ready to start the
process. 
It felt good to have finally made the decision to implement his plans.  When
his final sons were mature, trained, and fitted with their ice swords, he would
begin his march.
The only thing that had given him pause was his true son, the Croyel, who
rested on his back with his fangs in his throat.  The Croyel had, strangely,
become fearful of the Horn of Winter.  The Croyel had studied it intently from
over his shoulder.  His father kindly rolled the Horn over, again and again, to
let his son look closer.
He could not prove it to his Father, but the Croyel was now convinced this Horn
had been fashioned by one of the Insequent. 
The name meant nothing to the Ice King.  His fearful son told him they were a
strange and fey people far to the west of the Land. They were a people who each
chose a unique vision, and pursued all knowledge in that one focused pursuit. 
They were a powerful people, but always worked alone, and never interfered with
the work of their fellow Insequents upon penalty of insanity and death.  Within
their own field of endeavor, they were a great force to be reckoned with.  They
adopted a name upon ascending to their power.  Their true names always remained
a mystery to those outside their race.
His kind had thought them a trifle.  Until they had lost a brother to one long
ago, called the Warbler.  The woman had sung a cruel song that robbed the
Croyel of his life force, and that of his host, and then their brothers had
felt the ignobility of having their throats slit as the Croyel shared his
death, gasping their last breaths filled with terror and crying out for succor.
The Insequent always had their own agendas.  The Croyel was sure the Wall would
come down, but he feared what else the Horn would unbind.  He sought to
convince his father to not use the Horn of Winter.  The Ice King had become
very wroth with his son at this, and cowed him with his righteous anger. 
He was equal to anything now.  He would not sacrifice sons because of some half
formed fear of the Croyel.  Son or no son, it was his will that would lead them
to the greatest victories this world had ever known.  The Wall would come down
in a time and manner of his choosing.
The Ice King sat back down on his icy throne.  He again contemplated the near
future. 
He would march south, and into the woods.  He had a plan of deception that
would allow him to fall upon his enemies unawares.  He would take from the
white haired bitch her dragons, and then she would be nothing to him. Without
her dragons, she would be helpless.
Without any wildings or crow patrols, he was free to move as he wished.  He
again let his mind dream.  First Westeros, Essos, and then this ‘Land’.  His
son started to whimper and writhe when he thought of his final prize.  Last, he
would march into Elemesnedene and defeat these ‘Elohim’.  None could stand
against him.  The Croyel on his back cried out in terror.
 
Olenna
Olenna lifted her reports from the Iron Throne.  She had pulled them again,
having just spoken to the Queen.
The reports confirmed her intuitions of the Queen and her personal preferences
in a mate.  She had truly held out some hope that she could work the Queen into
marrying both Margaery and Sansa.  She had hoped that the Queen would not be
given any other choice of viable women to wed.  She had quickly determined that
the Queen would never marry a man unless it was a shame marriage, like one to
Loras as they both pursued their true inclinations behind closed doors. 
The Queen could sleep with Loras to conceive children, that Margaery and Sansa
along with her would have happily helped raise as their own shared children
with Daenerys. 
Olenna sighed.  Daenerys Targaryen with Margaery Tyrell and Sansa Stark on her
arms would have been an unstoppable force.  House Targaryen had formerly shown
no problem with incest and marrying multiple partners.
That had all gone out the window, as the saying went, with one left cross to
the Queen’s chin.  Arya Stark had stormed into the throne room and unknowingly
claimed the Queen with her fire and passion.
Arya had beat the living shit out of the Queen, and all Daenerys wanted to do
since then was hold the girl’s hand and coo over her.  Yes, the game was up.
Margaery and Sansa were beautiful and intelligent.  But the one thing neither
of these women had, was the martial spirit.  They were born and raised to be
masters of the Game of Thrones, and masters in the bedroom.
Even Sansa had learned those lessons well now.  Margaery was not wearing her
Dragon Glass amulet as much without Olenna to prompt her, but the one time she
had worn it, she had been shocked and most pleased to see Sansa and Margaery at
Eddard’s war council.  What was more shocking was the fact that they were
speaking up, and everyone was listening and were obviously anxious to hear what
they had to say.
Damn that Eddard was a great man.  He had women at his war council!
Olenna shook her head at the greatness of Eddard Stark.  The man was ahead of
his time.
What she heard at the war council made her pay rapt attention.  When she had
met Eddard on his journey south during Robert’s rebellion, she had been
smitten.  He was handsome in that rugged way - his face attractive, but not
perfect.  It was the sense of honor and prowess he exuded that had made her wet
for the man. 
She still had some of her youth then.  It would have been a May / December
relationship, but it could have worked.  She would have left Mace if she could
have had Eddard, but she knew it was impossible.  Eddard could not even
conceive of not fulfilling his duties as his brother’s stand in for Catelyn
Tully.
Catelyn Tully was not worthy of the man, in Olenna’s opinion.  She could have
supported Eddard so much better than that sanctimonious harpy from the
Riverlands.  She could have helped Eddard to take the Iron Throne, and then
brought the realm willingly under their reign.
She would have played the Game of Thrones in King’s Landing for her lover and
husband.  She had seen clearly that he was not made for the intrigue of the
Iron Throne - the man was just too honest, and full of honor.  Those around the
Iron Throne would have eaten him up alive. His honor would have made him a lamb
among wolves, ironically.
The man did not know of greed and avarice, and thus was blind to it.  That is
where Olenna would have come in.  She had those emotions in spades, but
controlled them. She would have crushed any vermin that dared to threaten her
husband!
They could have ruled as equals. Each would bring unique strengths to the Iron
Throne.
That is where she would have come in with her unique talents.  She would have
annihilated his enemies within three months, and none would have known it was
happening until it was too late to act to save themselves.  Varys was already
in place.  He would have gladly bound his cart to hers.  He wanted a just peace
for the people. That is what she and Eddard could have given them all.  He
would have been very loyal, under those circumstances.
Now through her Dragon Glass Eye she saw that the man had grown.  He had become
a master of Game of Thrones.  She still had her doubts about how long he could
survive in King’s Landing without herself or Margaery (and now Sansa) at his
side to take on the political enemies that he was ill-equipped to fight.  He
needed to fight his enemies on the battlefield.  He needed to fight his foes
face-to-face.  Eddard Stark needed a strong woman to do his knife fighting for
him.  A woman that would protect his back from the slithering rats and vipers
that the Iron Throne would always attract.
But alas, it was not meant to be.
The one place that Olenna was still able to observe Margaery and keep tabs on
her, at least, was in Sansa’s bedroom where her Dragon Glass Eye spent time on
the bust that the girls put their necklaces on.
Sansa had become an absolute slut in Olenna’s absence. They were fucking every
night. They would fuck and sleep and then wake in the middle of the night to
fuck again and then wake up to make love again early in the morning.  Olenna
would be working late on papers and making plans deep into the night, and
occasionally looking into the scrying dish.  Often her granddaughter and Sansa
were going at it like bunnies again.
They were definitely making up for lost time.
Her thoughts went back to Daenerys and Arya.  How different.  She wondered if
she would have to go to King’s Landing and remove the scales from their eyes
herself.  It seemed they were mooning over each other behind each other’s back.
Tyrion, the little slimy dwarf, had started up a pool.  The man was indeed
desperate.  The gold dragons his sister was costing him was making him
desperate to win big on his bets about when the Queen and Arya would consummate
their love.
Olenna did not truly worry.  Both women were fiery and passionate.  They would
find each other.
Olenna read over word of Arya’s amazing healing properties.  She tapped her
fingers on the desk.  Both the Queen and Arya apparently had supernatural
healing powers.  They were magical.  She had consulted with her own Grand
Maester, and he had confirmed that the human body could not heal at the rates
the Queen and Arya displayed.
Now she was hearing strange reports of Cersei suddenly displaying amazing
strength and rapid healing after all the fights she was getting in.  What was
happening with her?  Why were these women being filled with this power?  Why
now?
That was just another reason for the Queen and Arya to become Queen and
Consort.  They were both blessed with unique gifts.  They must be destined for
each other.  Damn if Eddard Stark had not divined that also.  The man was
definitely a crafty wolf.
Olenna wished that one of the two women had Margaery’s drive and fire when it
came to claiming her mate.  She wanted that settled to make her own plans
easier.  She knew that Daenerys and Arya were destined, but until it happened
there would be risk until the matter was satisfied satisfactorily.
If something were to happen to Arya, she feared what Daenerys might become. 
She had controlled her anger and wrath thus far, but it was still in her bosom,
locked up tight.  The world did not need that beast unleashed again.
Daenerys Targaryen was Nymeria reborn and then more.  She was a great
tactician, and a great swordsman herself.  She fought on the frontlines.  The
reports of what she had done to Qarth, Astropo, Meereen and Volantis were
staggering.
Finally, a woman who had both strength and cunning.
Dammit! Olenna thought again.
She had been born a generation too early!  One generation later Eddard Stark
had come into the world, and now one generation later again another great
physical ruler had been born and risen to power.  Either were capable of
leading Westeros to greatness andpeace.
Olenna was a confident woman.  She could have found the key to Eddard’s heart
if she had been of his age.  She would have made sure Eddard had been promised
to her.  They would have been so great together.
Now Daenerys Targaryen had come upon Westeros.  Margaery had opened her eyes to
the possibilities of loving a woman. She had truly never considered it before
she discovered her granddaughter and her incestuous hens fucking like weasels. 
As a rule, she wanted power in her lovers.  Luthor had been very handsome and
virile in the sack.  It was his intellect that had been lacking.
Daenerys has the power that made Olenna wet.  She was wise enough not to limit
her choices now that her eyes had been opened.  She now was sure she could
actually love a woman or even women, if necessary.
Olenna got up, and walked slowly around the room.  Her arthritis had been
acting up.  What I could do in these time if I was young again!  Olenna
sighed.  She stopped such silly thoughts.  She would help her granddaughter and
lover achieve greatness, and work the levers she could to help Eddard and
Daenerys achieve their aims.  Great people inspired Olenna.  
Olenna’s mind went back to the Queen’s visit earlier in the day.  She had
coming winging in from the east on her black dread.  She had not bothered to
come out and see the mighty black dragon, with her damn arthritis flaring up. 
The castle had been atwitter enough as it was.  The Queen had flown her dragon
low over the roofs and had the fucking balls to fly her dragon sideways between
the two east towers, that only had thirty feet of separation between them. 
There was no fucking margin for error, and still Daenerys had done it.  Just
for the thrill of the doing.  She could hear the screams of adulation all the
way from her room.
The woman had no fucking fear!
The Queen had come to her and bowed the knee to her!  Gods she could love this
woman.  She exuded the power of command and yet had all the charms of a Lysene
courtesan.
The Queen had then given her scroll from Eddard Stark.  She had been amazed at
what this man had become.  Then the Queen told her of her plans and her Game of
Thrones with the all Great Houses of Westeros under her sphere of influence.
Olenna had been wet with the double blows of greatness from both Eddard Stark
and Daenerys Targaryen.  She wanted them both!
She calmed down.  She pledged to the Queen her total support.  She was too old
to do otherwise. 
Daenerys had left shortly after talking to Olenna, and then went to meet her
son in his audience room.  Olenna smiled.  The Queen had come to her first. 
The woman knew the true power in Highgarden.  She knew Daenerys had discussed
her façade of facts to her son.  She would never betray the Queen.  She saw the
right of things way better than her husband or son ever had or could.  She
would further the Queen’s deception. 
She sat back down.
She had other things to consider.
Olenna was sure that combined Eddard Stark and Daenerys Targaryen would defeat
the Ice King she was now sure existed.
She had talked to the Grand Maester of Magic, Marwyn.  The Ice King was indeed
the immediate threat.  But other threats were still waiting in the wings.
Magic was fading, and would in time die. That would upset the balance of the
world.  The Maester had convinced her that his fellow Maesters were enamored
and blinded by their love of Science.
Marwyn had told Olenna that there was older magic that had gone into slumber
but if the ‘high’ magic died, these old dark magic would awaken and loose
ancient banes and monsters.  He had told her of worse things.
He had mastered the Dragon Glass and had been shocked by vision of the world
without magic.  He had seen a world that was out of control and out of
balance.  His visions showed a world that would finally careen into death.
A world poisoned by science and heated to the point the world’s atmosphere and
oceans would rebel.  Whole species would die out in generations.  Disease and
blight would run rampant.
The worst were visions were ones of man taking science to the extremes in
making weapons.  Weapons that could destroy cities with one blow and send out
poisoned death into the air and water.  Fires would rage and the ash would
blacken the sky and blight the sun.  The sky would rain acid.  Most if not all
live would be destroyed.
Olenna had believed the man.
The Maesters would have to be opposed and brought down.
If old magic were loosed, then they would have to be opposed by a people who
did not believe in them.
Yes, indeed the times were getting very interesting.  She felt alive with
possibilities and challenges.  To navigate all the threats and pitfalls Olenna
would have to be on her toes.
She grimaced feeling her feet ache.  She sighed. 
If only she wasn’t so old.
 
 
***** Intercession *****
                                  Chapter 33
                                 Intercession
     Melisandre / Daenerys / Sansa / Olenna / Oberyn / Arya / Cowled Woman
 
Less Than Two Years Ago
Melisandre
Melisandre was studying Castle Black, her red eyes taking in every detail. She
burned with an inner rage over what these men had done to her husband.  Their
betrayal of Jon had been traitorous.  She was angry that Jon had forbidden her
and Ygritte from extracting maximum revenge.
They had debated how best to take back what was Jon’s. Ygritte had half-joked
about leaving Westeros and journeying to Essos, finding a nice quiet place to
live there.  She and Jon knew that was not possible, and deep down Ygritte knew
it too. 
The threat of the Ice King needed to be confronted and defeated at the Wall. 
It was the way of things.  If he was not defeated at the locus of the Wall, he
would neverbe defeated.  The flames of R’hllor made that clear.
They had discussed what to do.  Ygritte wanted to go to the Wildlings and
conspire with them to annihilate the Crows.  Jon and Melisandre knew that
Ygritte was letting her Wildling heritage cloud her judgment.  She had pouted
cutely when she was outvoted.  They had found ways to remove her pout. 
Melisandre smiled at the thought. Ygritte kept presenting the same argument,
and then she would pout and act pissed off - until she and Jon would take her
over their knees and blister her ass, then flip her over and slap her tits and
face all nice and red, as she moaned and whimpered in raw need.  Then, they
fucked her blind.  Afterwards, she would dreamily tell them she fully supported
their viewpoint, until the next night and they had to correct her yet again.
Melisandre smiled as she looked through their magical glamour. They were only
two hundred yards in front of Castle Black.  The glamour totally hid them.
 Ygritte and Jon had spent the night two nights ago scouting the land before
the castle looking for a place to lay low and cast their magical spell of
concealment.  They had found a small depression that was roughly circular.  It
was roughly three deep and eight feet across.  They would be able to view the
castle easily from this location. 
They wanted to see the crows’ level of alertness, and then sneak into the
castle after dark.
The previous night, just after midnight, they had snuck in from the woods a
mile away to this location.  Jon had walked slowly as Melisandre walked before
him, and Ygritte behind.  Both were chanting and moving their hands in
complicated patterns, invoking their magical glamour.  Having it hide them and
Jon was difficult.  They moved slowly.  Anyone who looked at them would not see
them at all.  All light was bent around their spell, rendering them invisible. 
All sounds from within their bubble of magic were held in.  They did not exist
to the outside world.
Jon commented on how pretty the world appeared through their spell.  Yellow
spangles flashed on the edges of their enchantment, and the world outside
seemed more sharp to Jon’s eyes.  The light-bending properties of the spell
enhanced their vision.  Jon also commented on how he felt like ants were
crawling on his skin as the magic morphed and flowed about them.
Once they had gone to ground in the scouted depression, Melisandre and her
beloved wife settled the spell down into a sphere over their nest for the next
twenty-four hours.  They had brought furs to soften the ground.  They also
brought food and water for their husband. 
They settled down looking at the castle, observing the coming and goings. They
got a feel for the pulse of life there. All seemed normal to Melisandre, but
not to Ygritte and Jon.
There was little movement on the grounds of Castle Black.  They both noticed an
edginess to the movements of the crows, and that the wildlings were only moving
in large groups.  Ygritte and Jon scanned the Wall, and were disturbed that no
one seemed to be patrolling the top of the Wall.  They both felt that an uneasy
standoff was in effect between crows and wildlings.
Betrayal had poisoned the waters of Castle Black, and no traffic approached. 
Jon was sure that the crows were hunkered down, attempting to keep everyone
away.  If word got out of their betrayal, they must have known that Eddard
Stark would annihilate them.
Jon spent the night watching the castle and its environs.  He looked off to the
right, and observed Mole Town.  It seemed calm.  He had both of his wives
flanking him as they watched silently with their husband.  This was his
prevue. 
Jon was tired, and went to lie down as dawn approached.  Ygritte looked at
Melisandre, and she nodded towards Jon.  She was too wound up to lie down.  She
watched her wife snuggle into the side of their husband.  Soon they were both
asleep.  Neither she nor Ygritte needed to sleep, but it was a nice luxury now
that she had warm bodies to snuggle into.  She smiled at her husband, enfolding
their little piece of ‘touched by the sun’ in his arms as she gently snored.
Melisandre took the time alone to continue observing the ‘castle’.  She knew
enough of Westeros to know that Castle Black was not a true castle, as it had
no walls to defend it to the west, east, or south. Only the Wall stood to the
north.
It had only several stone towers and timber keeps.  Jon had drawn out maps of
their target in less than twenty-four hours.  Beneath the keeps and towers,
there was a series of subterranean passages which Jon called wormwalks, that
connected all of the buildings.  They were rarely used during the summer, but
in the winter it was the only way to travel to different parts of the castle.
Castle Black had only a small sept, and no godswood.  The men who followed the
old gods had to travel beyond the Wall, into the haunted forest, to a small
grove of carven weirwoods left by the children of the forest in order to swear
their vows.
Melisandre felt her old apostasy rise up.  The thought of these heathens
worshipping gods other than R’hllor still made her see red.  Her ruby flared,
but she took several deep breaths.  She had come to understand that R’hllor
wore many faces. 
She continued her study of Castle Black, now looking at the towers that Jon had
drawn for them previously.  
She looked at the The Lord Commander's Tower, also called ‘Commander's Keep’,
the location where the Lord Commander's quarters were located - though Jon had
chosen to sleep in quarters in the warrens below the ground.
Next she looked over at the King's Tower.  It was rounded, and one hundred feet
tall with merlons atop it, overlooking the gate and the foot of the wooden
stair leading up the Wall. The entry door was made of oak studded with iron. 
It was reserved for honored guests, and named for kings, but no king had
visited the tower in over a century. 
This alone told Melisandre all she needed to know of the neglect that Westeros
had shown the men defending them from the evil of the Ice King.  This neglect
had led directly to Jon’s near assassination. Melisandre knew she should be
angry at that, but she could not be.  It had brought her to Ygritte, and then
in turn to Jon, Azor reborn.  She had more than most women could ever dream of.
She looked at the Hardin's Tower, with its broken battlement, from which stones
had spilled into the yard below.  It was not in service due to the severe lean
making it dangerous.  Again she saw the decay of the support for the Night’s
Watch. She started to feel anger, until she remembered her own former people in
Asshai.  They too were turning their heads away from a danger they did not
see. 
Next her gaze turned to the Lance, which was the tallest tower at the castle,
though it was only a third of the height of the Wall itself. It was slim and
crumbling.  Then there was the Tower of Guards, which was the strongest of the
towers. It lay next to the Kingsroad and the Wall, and protected the wooden
stair.  It was from this tower that Ygritte was almost killed.  Her heart
clenched in her chest at the mere memory.
Melisandre turned her attention to the crows’ quarters. She spied the common
hall, which was a great timbered keep where the brothers took their meals. Jon
told them about how birds nested in the rafters.
Jon had informed them of the rookery, which was the nesting place of Castle
Black's ravens. Consequently, the Maester's quarters were located in a stout
wooden keep beneath it.  The armory was off to the left, where the equipment
for weapons practice was kept.  Jon said Donal Noye forged their weapons and
armor there. A gifted man, he produced miracles of metal with only one arm.
She looked at the old Flint Barracks where most of the brothers bunked.  The
Shieldhall near the barracks was a feast hall of dark stone.  In years past,
when the Night's Watch was much larger in number, its walls had been hung with
rows of brightly colored wooden shields. When a knight took the black, his
shield would adorn its wall after he took up the plain black shield of the
brotherhood.
She could not see, so instead imagined the vaults, located underground.  They
contained food stores, and the library. The library held records and old books
that even the Citadel did not have.  Jon told them that Maesters told him that
amongst other topics, the library had drawings of the faces in the weirwoods,
the language of the children of the forest, and even scrolls from Valyria.
Before looking at the Wall, Melisandre looked closer at the lichyard beside the
eastern road from Castle Black.  In it were the graves of some members of the
Night's Watch.  Beside the lichyard were ancient tombs.
Melisandre looked at the old wall of ice.  She could feel ancient magic buried
deep inside of it.  A magic potent and powerful, but fraying. It was still
strong and vital, with the decay only starting.  She saw the gate that guarded
the tunnel through the Wall, which was long, twisting and narrow.  Three iron
gates blocked the inner passage.  Each of these gates were locked, and had a
murder hole above it. The outer door to the tunnel was solid oak, about nine
inches thick.
The great switchback stair climbed its way up from Castle Black to the top of
the Wall. It was made of wooden stairs, anchored by huge beams frozen right
into the Wall itself.  A winch elevator was used to take supplies and men up to
the top of the Wall. It could hold ten men, or an equal amount of supplies.
Melisandre knew from Jon’s descriptions that the facilities on top of the Wall
would include a small warming shed for the men on watch, located right next to
the crane.
By the late afternoon, Jon and Ygritte had woken up. Melisandre had been keenly
watching for anything amiss. There had been nothing unusual.  She went to lie
down on the furs, and looked up into the sky.  She glanced over at Jon and her
wife.  He was fondling her ass as they watched castle black, and turning to
look at Mole Town in the distance.
There was no danger.
Ygritte giggled cutely.  Melisandre smiled, curling under the furs and looking
up through the glamour. She smiled, seeing the bright blue azure sky with no
clouds in sight. Soon two golden eagles circled into her view, riding the
thermals.
Melisandre concentrated and focused on the larger female eagle with her long
sight, its primary feathers shifting subtly, adjusting the wing’s camber to
give the eagle perfect wing foil shape.  The eagle slowly wheeled around the
sky, looking for prey.  The eagles slowly circled away with no concern about
the tableau playing out below them.  Melisandre looked at the sun, seeing the
halos of sunlight as she looked at the orb that gave all life and filled
R’Hllor with power to fight the night, and soon, the Ice King.
For several hours, Melisandre drifted in her thoughts while she watched several
more eagles, and a Red Tailed hawk, their mournful cries piercing the sky.
She glanced at Jon and Ygritte while she relaxed.  They had been sharing quick
kisses, and lots of groping.  Melisandre had to admire Ygritte for drawing Jon
out of his reserved shell.  He was now insatiable in his hunger for their
bodies.  They would fuck him again and again as he sucked off the wife who was
not riding his cock.  He still gave them plenty of alone time to bond wife to
wife.               
She got back up and told them to take to the furs, and that they had time to
‘take the edge off’.  All was quiet at the Castle Black.  She felt no other
magic near them, other than themselves.  She could feel the far off canker of
the Ice King but nothing else in the far north.  They were unseen and unheard. 
They were safe.  Jon and Ygritte smiled goofily at her.  She shook her head.
Soon she smelled delicious pussy and the grunts of rutting.  She looked back
and smiled.  Jon had Ygritte’s top above her breasts and their trousers around
their ankles.  They were in sixty-nine lost only to each other.  Jon had his
fingers clawed into Ygritte’s tight ass cheeks grinding her pussy down on his
face.  Ygritte was bobbing on Jon’s long thick cock sucking hard.  She glanced
up and saw her wife watching her.  Ever the show-off she rose up slightly and
took his cock down her throat as Jon roared into Ygritte’s cunt in pleasure.
Melisandre had to turn around.  For the next hour Ygritte cummed four times and
Jon twice.  Melisandre had focused on the castle, looking for anything amiss
and grinding her teeth.  She had said her mantras and was in control.  Jon slid
in beside her as the sun set.
“Go to your wife.  She needs you, honey.”  He kissed her, and she tasted
Ygritte’s pussy in his mouth.  Her need exploded and her clothes came off in a
flash, and she fell on Ygritte as they rolled into sixty-nine and devoured each
other.
Three hours later all three were on the edge of the pit looking at their
target.  Ygritte and Melisandre glowed with the fire of passion and love.  Jon
was between them squeezing their shoulders and kissing them sweetly.  They
would wait till near midnight.
When the time arrived, they slowly stood up, with Jon still in the middle.  The
Shadow Binder witches reshaped their spell, and they walked unseen right into
the compound of Castle Black.  Melisandre was calm, but Ygritte was vibrating
with excitement.  Her animosity for the crows was banked by Jon’s strict orders
to not harm anyone unless they were attacked.  His tone brokered no argument. 
Melisandre and Ygritte just nodded, loving this new tone from him. Jon had
reached his full maturity now.
As they moved carefully they looked around, ready to launch into attack. 
Ygritte had her bow notched and ready to fire.  Jon had his scabbard on his
hip, his right hand gripped tight around the pummel of Longclaw, ready to draw
at a breath’s notice.
They soundlessly entered the common hall.  They counted elven crows eating a
late meal of turnip stew and hard tack bread.  The conspirators were not
there.  The crows eating their meal in silence did not sense their presence in
the room.  They moved out.  Jon led them around the compound and into the
tunnels beneath the buildings.
Jon led them down passage after passage.  Ygritte and Melisandre would bend
their senses through the doors, and found most of the rooms empty or contained
men conversing calmly.  These men were not the ones they sought.
They came to a thick oak door banded with thick iron. The witches bent their
senses through the wood, and listened.  The aura that exuded from the room was
that of scurrying rats hiding from the bright light of justice.
They heard muttered speech and anger. What to do?  When will Eddard Stark come
to punish us?  Is our secret still safe? They felt anger, resentment, and from
one person, great sorrow.  They informed Jon that eleven men were in the room.
Jon nodded and looked to his wives.  The women separated, and placed their
hands on the door and started to murmur a dark chant.  Their hands began to
glow a bright yellow, and the wood around their hands took that same hue. 
Slowly the whole door took on the same glow, and began to ripple. Jon stepped
back from the door, then his foot kicked out hard into the wood.  The lock
shattered within the door, and the bar in the doorframe exploded as the hinges
groaned, the screws breaking in the wood.  The door groaned, and fell back to
slam on the floor.
Jon stepped in with his wives following behind.  Ygritte had her bow up, and
bowstring pulled back to her ear.  Melisandre had her hands up, ready to cast
spells.  Jon still had his sword sheathed in its magical scabbard.
“I have returned. Surrender and live!” Jon shouted.
Melisandre enjoyed seeing the rats’ eyes enlarge with pure fright.  One man
fell to his knees sobbing. “Oh Jon, Jon, thank the gods Jon,” he said as he
bent over and pressed his face in the floor.
Melisandre saw a man in the back pulling out a throwing dagger.  Ygritte’s bow
sung, and an arrow went into his mouth, piercing his brain with the point
jamming partially through the back of his skull. The man was flipped back off
of his feet and slammed to the floor.  His body flipped and jerked in its death
throes. 
Two crows stood up and started to draw their swords.  Jon pulled Longclaw from
its scabbard, the blade alighting with flames licking off of it in a blaze of
red, orange and white. Hot heat flowed into the room. Jon stepped forward,
pulling his sword back and slashing down, hitting the nearest crow just below
his armpit as the blade sliced nearly through his body.  Muscle and bone easily
parted and cleaved in two.  He ripped the blade out of the dead body, blood
splattered in all directions along with bits of bone and organs. 
Jon pivoted to the left to meet the next attack. He easily blocked the sword
chop coming down at him.  He pushed back, unbalancing the man and steeped
forward, his blade piercing the man’s chest above his heart and sliding clean
into him.  The flames of the blade licked up the body it was buried in, front
and back.  The magical flames were already searing flesh, filling the room with
its stench. The sound of bodily fluids burbling emanated from the pierced
corpse.  Jon ripped the blade out again.
A crow had tried to slip to the side, and flee out the door.  Melisandre turned
and thrust her right hand out. An anvil of black magical ichor flowed out of
her hand in a flash, and slammed the body into the wall of the room.  The crow
had nearly every bone in his chest and ribs shattered.  When the anvil flowed
back into the tall shadow binder, his body immediately collapsed.
The rest of the men put their hands down, shaking with raw fear.
Jon looked around from within the cowl of his hood.  These men were his now. 
He walked over to Bowen Marsh, and jerked him up with his free hand.  His
flaming sword filled him with superhuman strength.
“Bowen Marsh … look at me, man!”
Bowen would not look at him.
“Bowen Marsh! Give me your allegiance!”
The man continued to sob.
Jon sheathed his sword in a fluid motion, the room seeming dark without its
bright light.
He slapped Bowen hard.  The shock made him stop sobbing, his eyes large.
“I forgive you, Bowen Marsh.  You alone have a full pardon … if you give me
your allegiance!”
Bowen looked at him with watery eyes, nodding his head.
“Say it, man!”
“I give my unswerving allegiance … forgive me!”
The man fell into Jon, sobbing brokenly again.  Jon patted him on the back.
He looked at the other six conspirators.  “I will not kill you for your
treason. Do I have your allegiance, too?” Jon asked in a hard voice.
Melisandre watched the men closely, along with her wife.  Their magical senses
were tuned for the telltale scent of deceptions and lies.
They all shouted their allegiance to Jon. They tripped over themselves,
pledging their swords and very life to the man they had tried to kill.
Jon looked at his wives.  They silently confirmed that there was no open
rebellion in these men.  At this time, at least.
“I grant you conditional pardons.  But I do not trust you.  You will earn your
pardons.  Kavvin Estren and Jorran Hunt, you will be sent under guard to
Stonedoor.”  Jon named the next conspirators, and sent them to Queensgate.  The
last two men were named and sent to Oakenshield.  “You will be watched by the
wildlings that man these forts.  They will be instructed to execute you at the
first hint of rebellion or treason. Do you understand?”
The men looked abashed with heads hung low.  They mumbled that they
understood. 
Then Satin appeared in the doorway.
“Jon!” He yelled, and threw himself into Jon’s arms, sobbing.
Jon patted the young man on the back.  He assured Satin that he was back and
indeed alive.  The young man clung to him and looked up into the cowl.  He
gasped and looked at Jon with wonder.
“Satin … please go and call your brothers and the wildlings to the main hall. I
will meet them there in twenty minutes.”
The man looked at him and nodded with a smile on his face.  “I knew you would
return Jon Snow!  I never doubted it!”  He turned and was gone.
Jon went back to Bowen, who had sat down. 
“What is my punishment?  You should run me through with your sword for what I
did.  I am a traitor.”
Jon sighed and gripped both of his shoulders, pulling him up.
“Yes.  But you did what you did out of misguided duty.  You lost your way in
prejudice, and senseless hate.  Have your learned from your mistakes, my old
friend?”
The man wailed again, and fell into Jon who patted him on the back.
Melisandre and Ygritte felt their souls stir at seeing the total commander that
Jon had become.  They moved to the doorway and each looked down the hall in
opposite directions.  They threw their senses down the halls. No enemies were
coming. They looked back at Bowen as he pulled himself together.
Melisandre knew that Jon now had a second in command who would follow him into
the depths of all the hells.
Jon comforted Bowen as they waited for the crows and wildling to congregate in
the main hall.  The witches stayed on alert. Jon almost had his command back. 
Melisandre smiled softy when her wife turned to her, and smiled with a big,
bright smile that lit up the room and hall. Gods she loved her woman!
Finally, the time had come, and Jon took a composed Bowen Marsh up out of the
room.  They walked calmly down the tunnels till they came out of the warren
near the Wall.  They went outside where a large crowd of wildings with many
crows mixed in waited. Several giants were there, too.  Melisandre could see
that Jon was happy to see Wun Wun.
Jon patted the giant on the hip, and he rumbled and slapped Jon on the back,
nearly knocking him to the ground.
Suddenly, from the dark, midnight sky, a large crow descended and circled with
wildly flapping wings.
“Snow has come, Snow has come . . . come, come  . . . justice, justice Snow has
come!” The crow screamed, circling tightly over Jon. The sound of its wings
flapping was loud and echoed off the walls.
“Fate has come, fate has come! . . . Fate, Fate … Snow has come!” the bird
screamed before alighting on Jon’s right shoulder.  The large crow looked right
and left and cawed loudly.  “Fate—Snow … has come, has come!”
Jon walked into the common hall, flanked by his red haired wives.  The room was
silent.  All looked at Jon and the two women.
Jon marched to the front of the room.
“What was taken from me has been taken back.  I have returned to take my
command. But I am not the same man that left here. I am something more!”
Jon Snow slowly removed his hood and looked at the gathered throng of crows and
wildlings.  Loud gasps filled the room and murmurs of wonder.  Jon had returned
something more than just a man.
“I am no longer Jon Snow . . . I am Jon Targaryen Stark!  And more than that…”
Jon ripped his sword out of its scabbard, the blade filled with flames that
leapt up two feet in the air. He slashed the blade several times, the flames
leaving trails in the air.  Heat flared into the room.  Now loud speech filled
the hall.  Men gaped at wonder at Lightbringer reborn.  The men stared at Jon
with wonder.  His splendor filled them with awe.
“I am Azor Ahai reborn, to fight the Ice King!  Eight thousand years I came to
this land to fight its mortal enemy.  Azor Ahai has been reborn in my spirit. 
I have walked the fires and been reborn.  I have come back from the dead to
fight our mortal enemy.  I have two shadow binders from the homeland of the
avatar I am reborn as. They are mighty witches, come to stand by our side. 
They have journeyed half the world to cast their lot with us.”
The crow on his shoulder flapped his wings.  “Fate is snow! Fate is snow! . .
.  destiny fate . . . Snow, Snow!” the bird quorked loudly.
The room was as silent as the grave as all the people hung on his words.
“I am a Crow.  I am a Direwolf.  I am a Dragon.  I am Azor Ahai reborn. I was
born to be in this place. In this time. To be your commander!  I will lead us
to victory!”
The crow screamed “Victory Snow! Snow Victory!  Victory Snow, Snow! Corn, Corn,
Snow Snow!  Reclamation, fate reclamation!”
“Who is with me?”
The hall echoed with the screams of men shouting their allegiance. Swords were
pulled and slammed on shields as the shouts rose into a crescendo of support
and shared purpose.  Two peoples were becoming one in their common cause.
 
Present
Daenerys
Daenerys Targaryen was a busy person.  She was flying from one corner of
Westeros to her loyal Houses to the other, determined to make sure they were
all on the same page.  She was meeting with the heads of the Houses to make
sure that preparations were proceeding apace with training and the organizing
of supplies to start on their journey overseas to ports, or down the road to
King’s Landing.
The supplies were to be put on ships and sailed to the beachheads, or organized
for the wagon trains that would start running up the King’s Road to set up the
camps.
She had flown two days ago to speak with Stannis Baratheon at Dragonstone.  She
landed astride Drogon, and was greeted by the stiff and formal brother of
Robert.  She had come to think the man had a permanent rod up his ass, he
walked so stiff and constantly grimaced, and ground his teeth so loud you could
hear them. He was a large man like his brother, his height literally towered
over the slight Targaryen.  He was broad shouldered and sinewy. He looked bland
compared to his two brothers, who even she had to concede were very handsome.
He had dark blue eyes, with only a fringe of black hair on his head and a
close-cropped beard across his large jaw. If he would but smile, his face might
seem more appealing, but most women would not find a man who seemed to be
perpetually constipated attractive.
Stannis offset his own good qualities of duty and justice with his serious,
stubborn, rarely-forgiving attitude. He was a man who neither dissembled nor
flattered. Varys had warned her that Stannis was obsessed with slights both
real and imagined, which was what caused him to grind his teeth regularly. She
did not believe it till she was in his presence.
He would never be loved if he became king, she concluded.  He did not have the
‘common touch’ that she had. 
She and the Baratheon exchanged unfelt salutations, and got down to business. 
Dragonstone would only offer a small company of knights and two hundred troops
to the campaign, but that was not why she was here. 
“How does the excavating and shaping of the dragon glass proceed, Stannis?”
Daenerys asked the ward of her ancestral home.  On cue, the man had scowled and
ground this teeth.
“I don’t understand why my talents are wasted on this effort. I do not like
having these strange people in this land.  They speak with thick accents.”
Dany pinched her nose counting to ten.  “Stannis the weapons may be need—”
“Hah!” the man had barked.
Dany felt her ire flare.  “I will remind you that I am Queen!” Daenerys ground
out herself.  “You will do my will, or does the famed Stannis honor only go so
far?  Is it because I am a woman that you balk?” Daenerys asked with
exasperation.
Stannis looked at her strangely “What the hell does your sex have to do with
anything?” he asked, genuinely perplexed.
Daenerys felt her ire ratchet back a degree.  The man was not a sexist, just a
stubborn asshole.
“My fault, Stannis . . . I am just used to persons questioning my rule because
of my sex.”
“Bah!  You know my feelings about you usurping my brother from the throne, and
that I believe I should be the ruler of Westeros in his place.”  The man held
up his hand, seeing Daenerys’ face going red.  “But I accept the will of my
fellow Houses. You are the Queen, and I will loyally support you.  To my death
if it is necessary.  I just don’t understand why we make weapons for an enemy
that does not exist.”
“I can see it from you point of view Stannis, but it is my will that prevails. 
Let me ask you this—If my womanly intuition is right, and these weapons are
needed, we will be prepared.  If I were to listen to you, and not prepare these
weapons, and they are needed, what say you then?  Shouldn’t we prepare for all
possibilities?”
Stannis looked at her for a long time, his cheeks bulging with his grinding
teeth.
“What you are supervising here is not taking away from our preparations. They
are only enhancing our efforts to achieve victory. Are you a bigot that is
afraid of people that do not speak your tongue, Stannis?”
The man’s face turned even more red.  “I am no bigot.  I just don’t like people
I do not know on the land I rule under your flag.  And this effort seems a big
waste, but, you are right.  Your will prevails, and we should cover all
possible outcomes.”
They then discussed the ramp up in production and the quality of the work. 
Daenerys had brought in the best weapons artisans in the craft of arrowheads
and stone daggers.  She had brought in spear and javelin makers from across
Essos to quickly increase production. Already two ships had left, their holds
filled with the obsidian-tipped weapons.  She would be prepared in case Eddard
Stark was right.
After dealing with Stannis, she prepared to fly south to Dorne.  She had
decided to bring Arya with her.  She had been pained by the look on Arya’s face
when she departed on her previous trips.  The sixteen year old had looked so
forlorn being left behind.  She craved the excitement of adventure just like
Daenerys.  She had become used to having Arya around her as much as possible. 
She and her sword masters had immediately started to work with the Stark girl
when her shoulder had been cleared for full contact exercise.  The Grand
Maester had admonished everyone to start slow with the teenager.  Her shoulder
may have healed seemingly supernaturally fast but it was still just setting and
would need time to gain its full strength back and to get the full range of
motion back as well.
Arya had wanted to go full bore from the start.  She had actually been slightly
offended when she had not been allowed to fully participate and held back. 
That had amused Syrio and Barristan. They had loved it but found it humorous
seeing the girl growl and yammer at them for coddling her.
Daenerys had also been humored by the teenager.  But she had felt so much
more.  Arya’s fiery nature and desire to prove herself called to the
Targaryen’s soul.  She may have found physical pleasure with other women but
there was something more with Arya Stark.  Her very nature and essence called
to the Queen.  Daenerys had longed for a warrior who was not hard boiled and
jaded from life.
She had thought such a woman did not exist.  She had despaired of a life lived
in the shadows always longing for a love she would never find or be allowed. 
Then the perfect woman for her had been sent to her by her supposed nemesis. 
Arya Stark was the Warrior Queen she had dreamed of since she was thirteen.
Everything about the young woman was perfect to Daenerys Targaryen.  Her raw
fighting ability that was beginning to be honed to a razor’s edge.  Her raw
strength that the Queen had learned the hard way matched hers.  Again and again
the girl’s fiery demeanor and good down to Earth honesty and humble nature
called to the Queen.
More called to the Queen.  The first two nights as the girl recovered from
their brawl in the throne room Daenerys had seen Maester Harsch Lape changing
the binding on the girl’s torso keeping her damaged shoulder joint in place. 
She had seen the bosom of the girl.  The Queen had felt her bruised pussy spasm
at the sight.
She had since come to determine that Arya was ashamed of her lack of boobs the
Queen thought with a smirk.  Not her!  She loved Arya’s breast.  The girl had
no real breast but instead pulpy areolas that had a thick nipple half jutting
out the pulpy areola.  Dany knew from experience with a freed Myrish pleasure
slave.  Dany had loved fucking the dark skinned woman.  The woman had thanked
Dany many nights for her freedom willing coming to her bed.
She had nipples exactly like Arya’s.  When Daenerys would suckle on the pulpy
nipples they would engorge with blood and swell to near bursting plums.  They
were so sensitive that Daenerys had given Meleah Iranah orgasms just from
sucking on her nipples and only lightly rubbing her clit.  Gods the screams had
been deafening as she fucked the girl before her Khalasar for all to see and
hear.
She stared at the Stark girl desiring the same thing.  She would make the girl
wail from it.  She knew the girl was embarrassed from her unusual breast but
she longed to teach Arya just how beautiful her breast were.  When the girl
practiced in a thin top as she sweated heavily the fabric clung to her torso
and her excitement would have her nipples so erect and tenting out her thin
fabric. 
Dany let her fantasies take flight.  One day Dany longed to take Arya before
her Khalasar and fuck her love in the open before the Dothraki.   She would
fuck her wife all the night before her people.  She was The Mare Who Mounts the
World.  She would suck on Arya’s nipples as she finger fucked Arya to orgasms
night after night.  They would then move to oral and trib sex.  All would see
their Khaleesi mounting her filly making her scream in orgasm after orgasms. 
Those nipples would be nearly bursting as she fucked Arya with her strap-on
cock.  She would pound Arya’s cunt and then her asshole to screaming orgasms. 
She could see those puffy nipples jerking on Arya’s chest as she fucked Dany
cowgirl. The teenager slamming her body down on the cock Dany would be savagely
fucking her hot tight cunt and clenching asshole with. 
Barristan and Syrio did not seem to notice or had the good manners to not show
any interest.  They both knew the Queen’s hidden desires from others.   Both
men had long ago made it clear to Daenerys that that fully supported her in her
desires of bed partners.  She knew both men would gladly support her desires to
marry Arya.
Deanery masturbated every night to thoughts of her loving Arya and making the
girl realize just how fucking hot her body was to the Queen.  She would have
her wolf hot and panting for it.  She could feel those oversized nipples
bursting and hot in her mouth.  Hooking her lips underneath the rim of the
flared nipples resting on her barely there breast. The perfect anchor for her
lips as her head lifted with her hot deep throat loves sucks on the nipples as
her tongue stabbed and lathed the hot bulbs.
Gods she would make Arya scream from it and then she would slam her fingers
deep into her now sloppy wet cunt and quickly finger fuck her splattering cunt
to orgasm all the while dining on plum nipples.
She sighed.  If only Westeros and more important Eddard Stark would feel the
same.  Gods when she thought about it would make Westeros so much stronger
uniting two Great Houses.  She and Arya Stark would make the union that Lyanna
Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen should have been allowed to form.
The Queen shook her head.  Enough of flights of fancy.
She would focus on the possible.  She would train up the girl to be all she was
meant to be.  She hoped to have the girl as her First Sword.  Syrio would just
have to be number two she chuckled to herself.
She had started to spar with the girl still holding back but that was lessening
lesson by lesson.  Syrio and Barristan told her that she was every inch the
daughter of Eddard Stark.  She was meant to be a great swordsman.  They both
told her that with her natural ability and the same supernatural capabilities
that the Queen possessed that soon Arya Stark would be their equal if not maybe
something more. 
She knew both men thought they were supreme but she liked and needed that in
the men.  All great swordsman like herself had to have a cock sure attitude to
be great.  She had always been attracted to physical prowess. 
The Queen had been immediately attracted to the girl.  She had told herself to
control her infatuation with her, but it was a losing battle.  Arya was so
fierce but still so innocent in many ways that it just pulled at Daenerys’
heartstrings.  She knew she was starting to fall well and truly in love with
Arya, and she did not know what to do. 
She knew the Houses would never accept her marrying a woman.  Except for
Olenna, all the lords were flooding her with marriage proposals to one man or
boy or another.  Even Mace had come in before and after Olenna’s parade of
roses runway show with proposals for her to marry his sons, not his daughter. 
That told her all. That sly fox Olenna moved and did as she saw fit for the
House of Highgarden.
She wished that Eddard Stark could be as liberal as Oberyn Martell, but that
was like wishing for the moon.
She would take what she could.  She had asked Arya to come out early to her
scheduled departure.  She wanted to surprise the girl. Arya had arrived, wide-
eyed like she always did when she was near Daenerys’ dragons.  Her dragons were
equally smitten with the young wolf.  Daenerys smiled, thinking it appropriate
that her dragons should be enthralled with the girl just like she was becoming.
Nymeria her great Direwolf was with her of course.  The wolf came up to Dany
and licked her face affectionately, and then rolled onto her back and looked at
the queen and her master with an expression that clearly said: “Well get to
it—I’m waiting here!”
Daenerys laughed as she and Arya bent down and rubbed and scratched the wolf’s
belly and flanks. The great wolf wiggled and pawed the air. The two women
worked the shameless pleasure hound till Barristan walked up to them with chaps
and gloves for Arya. 
They got up, and Arya greeted the great knight. Drogon and Viserion had been up
on the wide curtain wall, laying out in the morning sun, half dozing.  Drogon
had been lazily watching them, and then languidly rose up and pushed up into
the air, then glided down to the large courtyard and stepped up to his small
mother.
Nymeria walked over and licked the dragon’s snout.  Drogon shivered with
pleasure.
“Arya, I want you to ride with me on Drogon down to Dorne.  I want you wear
these—whaaa—NOOOOO!” the Queen screamed.
The instant that Arya had heard that she was flying to Dorne with Dany, she had
sprinted in a blur over towards her biggest son. 
Daenerys took after her lov—her royal hostage, but it was too late. Arya did
not know that her dragon’s bodies radiated the heat that boiled in their core.
Only she could endure the heat.  Arya would blister her fingers and legs or
worse!
“Arya, no!” The queen yelled, but the girl did not heed Daenerys in her
excitement.
Then Daenerys stumbled to a halt and gaped.
The Stark lightly gripped Drogon’s scales and clambered up onto his back, and
sat down on the magically-woven heat resistant saddle.  She looked around,
beaming.  She reached down and patted Drogon.
Daenerys and Barristan looked at each other, stunned.  Arya was immune to
Drogon’s blistering heat, just like Daenerys.  Dany was stunned at the
revelation.  She and Barristan were stunned again when Nymeria rose up on her
hind legs, and put her front paws on the dragon, barking and whining at being
left behind.  The Direwolf too also immune to Drogon’s heat.
My gods! Daenerys thought to herself.  The gods have crafted for me the perfect
mate, and I can’t have her! The Queen paused.  Arya had not shown her any
interest in that way.  She calmed down after that.  The Stark girl was
obviously blessed with many of the same gifts as she was. Arya smiled down at
her from on high, and the Queen felt her heart go pitter-patter.
Drogon craned his neck around to look at Arya.  He regarded her for a long
moment, and then moved his head down and rubbed his cheek along hers.  Arya
pressed into the dragon. Nymeria whined below, looking up at her master.  The
Direwolf started to run around, barking furiously.
Barristan came over and called to the Direwolf.  Nymeria looked back at him,
and then Arya who was ignoring her for the moment. The Direwolf then sprinted
back twenty yards and came bounding forward, and at the last moment leapt up
and made it high enough up onto Drogon’s back to scrabble furiously with her
legs pumping hard, scratching until she gained his back. She thrust her head
forward to put it beside Arya’s in a jealous pique. 
The great black dragon rumbled looking at the young woman and Direwolf.  It
rumbled again and turned its head back around, and then turned it back and
thrust it down and bunted into the Direwolf, knocking her down his back. 
Nymeria rolled a few times before righting herself, and came up his back
barking furiously, very affronted.  Drogon huffed and pressed his snout to the
direwolf’s snout.  They stared eye to eye as Dany and Arya looked on quietly.
Finally, an understanding was made, and the dragon turned around and relaxed.
Dany relaxed with the crisis past.  She looked over to her right and saw that
Viserion had flown down and was purring as Barristan rubbed his cheeks and
horns like he loved, the dragons tail jerking in pleasure.
Dany shook her head and quickly climbed up on Drogon’s back. It looked like she
would be having two riders with her on her way to Sunspear. She petted Drogon
and showed him where they needed to go with her mind.  The mighty black dread
launched himself into the air and flapped his wings, coming up over the castle
wall and gaining altitude.  Soon off to the left Barristan with Viserion was at
her side.  They flew over the Kingswood for three hours before they finally
left the mighty forest behind.
The Queen was happy that Arya was comfortable riding up in the air on Drogon.
She looked out over the sides of Drogon, watching the country flying beneath
them as they flew south at a fast pace. Soon Arya scooted closer, and pressed
into Daenerys’ back and hooked her arms around her waist. She fell asleep
lulled by the motion of flight and Drogon’s heat.  Daenerys relished the close
contact of the young wolf sleeping against her back.
The dragons flew up higher and began to glide on the thermals.  They flew over
Felwood, and the low mountain range that came between Felwood and the coast of
Westeros. Arya had woken up, and scooted back refreshed.  Daenerys missed
Arya’s body pressed into her intensely, but did not embarrass the girl with
that knowledge.  As the sun began to set, they touched down at Griffin’s
Roost.  They took lodging at a large inn.  They had a filling meal, and then
rested while the dragons flew to the wilderness to the west to find their
dinner.
The next morning they were on wing an hour after dawn.  In the late afternoon
they came in low over the beach in front of Sunspear, and landed in the large
green sward of the Battleborne Academy of Dorne.  The cadets came running to
see the magical beasts stretching out and rumbling as they looked around.  The
queen and her charges jumped down, while Barristan slid on the chaps he wore so
he could slide down Viserion’s side.  The dragons then cantered over to the
practice yard, where siege weapons were constructed.
The students backing up in wonder at the sight of dragons in their midst. 
Legends had come back to life and they were enthralled.  The Dragons watched
the humans as they gathered their courage to approach.  Soon they were being
petted.  Barristan had walked over to tell them to not touch their main bodies
due to the heat.  The dragons were pleasure hounds in their own right and
luxuriated in the attention.
After ten minutes the students were called back to their study and projects
with the construction of siege weapons.
The dragons moved over to the pile of construction material.  The dragons found
a large log each, and began to chew on the hard oak, cleaning their teeth as it
splintered.  Soon others from around the academy began to congregate around the
dragons.  The dragons surrounded by the curious. Dany and company walked over
and warned the onlookers not to touch their flanks due to the extreme heat. She
left only after she was sure they all understood.
She turned around and was greeted by a smiling Oberyn.  He had Obara with him,
and they smiled and clasped hands in warrior fashion.  They asked who was with
her, even though they knew exactly who Arya was.  Arya shyly greeted them both
respectfully.  They were guided back across the sward, and along the walkway to
Martell Hall. 
Oberyn led them inside to the main corridor.  Daenerys and Arya, followed by
the general and Obara, were led into a large meeting hall. Daenerys saw many of
the leaders she first met when she stepped off of Drogon onto Westeros for the
first time, those long months ago.
Daenerys pulled out a chair for Arya, who blushed while accepting her seat. 
Daenerys took her own seat along with all the generals.  She looked around at
the walls with paintings of past great leaders of Dorne.  She smiled, noticing
that four of the paintings were of women.  She really liked the land of Dorne.
The generals then gave her reports on the troop movements.  Dorne was by far
the most martial of all the Houses in Westeros. The mandatory military training
of all youth, and then the high numbers serving in the reserves had them
quickly ready to march and sail north. 
She had ships already arriving in the ports of Wyl, in the North point of
Dorne, and around the broken finger of the east coast, all the way to Salt
Shore. Soon the ports would look like forests with all of the tall masts of the
ships that were on their way.
Missandei was also forming a large convoy of troop ships from Essos that would
sail around the South coast of Westeros to form up with the limited ships of
Highgarden.  The troop ships from Essos would take on the rest of the soldiers
that sailed around the foot of Westeros, and up to the North.  These vessels
would be protected by ships from the Summer Islands and the land of Yi Ti. The
military ships of Highgarden would provide a limited guard.  Their main
strength needed to be left behind to protect the citizens of Highgarden. 
The cavalry of Dorne had already formed up and were moving north to the Castle
of Wyl.  They were to head up the rift valley that ran along the middle of the
Dornish Marches.  They would transition to the Red Mountains, and come out
through Summerhall, then go through the pass of the Mountain of the Moon and
onto the savannah below Grassy Vale.  The cavalry would then ride up North to
King’s Landing.
They discussed logistics and the supplies and grain stores that would be
shipped north on a second wave of ships due to arrive in six weeks.  Missandei
and Tyrion had a rolling shift schedule of ships coming and going between the
ports of Westeros, Essos, and the bridgeheads that would soon become makeshift
cities with all the troops that would be pouring in. 
It was early evening when the meeting finally broke.  Oberyn asked that Dany
and her guest come back to his office for a minute before they retired to the
special rooms reserved for them in the commandant’s quarters.
“I want to discuss a prophecy with you, my Queen.”
Daenerys felt herself stiffen.  She saw that Arya picked up on it. 
“It concerns a lion that comes to Dorne.”
Daenerys held up her hand with her palm to Oberyn.  “I’m a dragon, Oberyn.  I
don’t care about any prophecy about a lion.  I have heard so many prophecies on
my conquest it makes my head spin. I am my own prophecy.”
“Oberyn, I would like to speak to… you…” Cersei slowly came to a halt as she
entered the room. She took in the man and his oldest daughter, which caused the
ghost of a smile to cross her face.  The smile disappeared when she registered
her nemesis Daenerys Targaryen was present.
Tension was suddenly thick. Cersei slowly pressed forward into the room,
looking at Arya, and clearly registering her as ‘the royal hostage’ everyone
had been hearing about.
“My my, Daenerys—I hear that you are having difficulties on the throne.  I hear
you spend a lot of time squirming on Eddard Starks strings, and yelping while
getting your ass pricked on the royal throne.” She paused. “Understandable,
since you don’t have much of an ass.”
Daenerys slowly rose up from her seat as she saw Arya gnawing on her lip, not
knowing what to make of the two women glaring at each other.
“I would challenge you,” Cersei continued, “but it seems someone denies me the
training I deserve.  The training I thought I was being sent to complete.”
“I have nothing to do with that, you bitter harpy.” Dany snarled.
“Sure you don’t.”
“Believe what you want!”
Oberyn spoke up. “I have told you, Cersei.  Myrion Dwellen will determine when
you can progress to weapons training.”
Cersei scowled.  She glared at the queen.  She fumed, looking at Obara and then
Oberyn. 
“It is not fair that I am denied my training,” the beautiful woman stomped her
foot on the ground in a fit of immaturity.  “I have done everything I have been
asked to do!”
Daenerys was impressed by what she saw of the woman, but would never tell her
that.  Cersei had put on fifteen pounds of muscle that made her arms and legs
full, and they rippled with her movements. Cersei wore a midriff top because of
the heat.  Her stomach was flat, and flexed with hard abdominals as she paced
back and forth.
“Gods damnit, I was fucking Queen before your sawed-off legs stepped on this
continent.  It is not fair!” the fallen Lannister screeched.
“Maybe I will send you back to your father tomorrow on my dragon Cer—” Daenerys
stopped her insult.  Cersei had collapsed into a dead faint. She appeared white
as a ghost. 
Obara was at her side immediately, cradling her head in her lap and glaring up
at Daenerys.  Daenerys looked confused.  “You bitch!” the sand snake screamed
at the Queen, not caring who Daenerys might be. 
“What the hell did I do?!”
“Don’t you dare send her away from me!” Obara cried out to Dany.  Oberyn was
bending over the passed out woman, gently shaking the Lannister.
“Why did you do that Daenerys?” Oberyn asked her in an accusing tone.
“What did I do?  I was just jibbing her for crying out loud—geezzzzzz!”
Daenerys groused.  She had no idea that the mere threat of sending the woman
back to her father would have such a devastating impact on the woman.
She and Arya went to kneel beside Cersei, who was moaning and looked pale as a
sheet.  Daenerys hated herself for feeling guilty for putting the former queen
in such a state.  My gods, she thought to herself.  What kind of father must
Tywin have been to make the mere threat of returning to him totally deflate and
defeat her supposed nemesis? 
It sort of removed the fun of sparring with the woman, if she was that
vulnerable.
Daenerys shook the reviving former Queen. “Cersei look at me!”
Cersei did, with big, terrified eyes.
“I’m not sending you back.  I was just jibbing you, woman.”
Cersei slowly got to her feet, but was unsteady.
“I’m sorry my Queen, I will never insult you again.  Please forgive me for my
impertinence.  I was totally out of line.  I’m just a stupid, worthless cunt.”
Daenerys saw Oberyn tense up, and Obara glare at her.
“Cersei, godsdamnit, get a grip woman.  I pledge I will never send you back to
your father, okay?  I may kick the shit out of your condescending ass, but I am
not sending you back to that motherfucker. Alright?”
Cersei still looked wan, but nodded her head. Obara glared daggers at her.
Geez, would that woman please fuck Cersei so she would stop glaring at me like
that?
Oberyn had mentioned in reports just how badly Cersei had been abused by her
father, and how much she was changing now that she could finally pursue her
long cherished dream. She actually admired how dedicated Cersei was in her
training. She was constantly kicking male ass, and any woman who did that had
to be at least partially okay. Right?
She and Arya went to the commandant’s quarters and to their separate chambers.
She watched Arya enter her room and smiled. She wished she was in that room
with Arya.
She was so fucking beautiful.
Daenerys shed all her clothes and got under the covers. Normally she
masturbated to thoughts of her royal hostage, but today had been a long day.
She yawned.  Today had been exhilarating.  Gods she loved being challenged, and
coming out victorious.  It was what she lived for.
 
Sansa
Sansa stared across the meeting table at the late morning gathering that her
father held every morning now.  It was in the largest meeting room in
Winterfell.  Her father wanted to make sure his lords were fully informed of
the latest troop training schedules, and their planned march north that were
soon to commence.  He was constantly asking his lords about the training of
their conscripts. 
Sansa knew her father was worried.  Jon had related how so many rangers out on
patrol did not come back.  The few that did return came back with tales of
fighting the undead, risen up through vile necromancy. How could they kill
them, when they were already dead? Only fire and dragon glass killed the enemy.
All were worried.
Obsidian was pouring into the ports from Summer Islander ships. They had a huge
stockpile in their warehouses, and were in the process of buying stores
wherever they could be found in Essos and shipped with all speed to the North.
Sansa had thought to plumb the merchants that the Queen was obviously allowing
through her blockade.  Sansa, Robb and her Father were thankful that the Queen
was allowing through staples and basic material that the common person would
need to survive the long winter that all felt was soon to fall.
Essos and the Summer Islanders were firmly in the Queen’s camp.  They might
have news that would be of use. Sansa had men and women plying the sailors and
merchants for information.  The whores were an especially good mine of
information.  What man or woman cooped up on a ship for weeks or months did not
want to boast and gossip?
Most of the information was of little value, but some gossip with the Summer
Islander merchants was intriguing.  It was rumored the Queen was mining and
crafting weapons of dragon glass herself at a furious pace.  Sansa smiled at
the thought of the Queen’s insights and resourcefulness.
She had heard a month ago of battles between the forces of the Queen beyond the
Wall, when the Queen sought to probe their defenses.  The first set up a camp,
and it was annihilated except for a few survivors who made it back to sea and
were picked up by the blockade the next day. The survivors reported fighting
strange beings, all white and cold, and the walking dead.  Fortunately, the
survivors relayed this and evidently the Queen had devised a plan to exact
revenge. She had the Summer Islanders set a trap with three ships. She had
evidently done her research. She baited the forces of the Ice King forward with
one ship seemingly beached.  When the forces of the Ice King had attacked, the
Summer Islanders unleashed fire on the enemy, setting the dead alight and the
Ice Wights seemed to melt when pierced with many arrows.
One had managed to get on board and had wreaked havoc until the captain with a
Valyrian blade broke the Ice Wight’s blade, and then took his life.  That had
been most welcome news.  Valyrian steel was added to the list of weapons that
worked against the enemy.
She had to admire the Queen.  She was indeed a crafty bastard.  She had exacted
revenge with a bait and switch.  She looked at her father.  What could those
two do if they ever teamed up?  No one could stand against them. 
As the meeting wound down Sansa looked across the table.  There she again
looked at Roose Bolton.  There was something about the man that put her on
edge. Robb felt it too.  There was something evil about him. Sansa could not
pin down exactly what disturbed her so.  He did not lookevil.  He was of
average size, with a soft and hairless body.  His was a plain face, beardless
and ordinary.  He had short, strong fingers, and his skin was pasty white, most
likely due to the leeching’s which he regularly partook of.  The only
remarkable thing about him was his eyes. They were eerie.  They were paler than
moonstone, darker than milk.  But many in the North had pale eyes of various
hues. Her own father and sister had startling grey, intense eyes. Still, she
knew he was off. He was evil.  She and Robb both wondered why their father
tolerated the man.
Roose was mild-mannered and soft spoken, so much so that you had to lean in to
hear his words.  She had learned that Roose was cold, patient, calculating, and
capable of great cruelty. He possessed a cool cunning, a skill for strategy,
and a calculating nature.
His cold demeanor was only enhanced by his black ringmail, and a spotted pink
cloak.  The battle armor he sometimes wore was also ghastly. It was a suit of
dark grey plate armor over a quilted tunic of blood-red leather. Its rondels
were shaped like human heads whose mouths were open in agony. Its helmet had
streamers of red silk which fluttered in the wind. He also usually wore a pink
woolen cloak, embroidered with droplets of blood.  The surcoat of the flayed
man finished making the man a caricature of something from the evil fairy
kingdom that old Nan sometimes told Sansa stories about as a child.
Sansa knew he was a hateful man, and longed to have him removed from his hold
and stripped of titles and power.  All knew he still secretly practiced the
right of ‘first night’ with the lowborn that infuriated both her and her
brother.
It was the pronouncement he was now blandishing that made Sansa reach a boiling
point.  Bolton was making a case that after the war, the wildlings needed to be
cast back across the Wall.  The men, at least. The women were to be divided up
among the houses as chattel to the victors.  They were not of Westeros.  They
were foreigners that needed to be dealt with harshly.
All knew that the crows had let the wildlings through the wall.  Most accepted
for now at least, that on humanitarian grounds the move was justified.  Her
father said he would not turn his back on ANY in the north - wildling or not. 
Her father also made sure all understood that the Crows had limited numbers,
and Jon was being very shrewd in using the wildlings to augment his limited
forces.
It freed the South to use their troops in a more mobile and effective manner.
Her father just stared at Roose Bolton with cold eyes, his fingers slowly
rapping the tabletop.  He let the man finish the whispered words on his vile,
loathsome plan.
“I will take that under consideration Roose, but—I can tell you it will be a
cold day in hell before that is ever implemented while I live.”
“You are the Overlord, Eddard.  While you live.”
The room went deathly still.
The meeting was soon adjourned.  Sansa remained behind as her father stared off
into space.  Soon it was only the two of them.
“Why, father?  You heard him. That was a threat, and everyone knew it. 
Disposeof him, father.  He is a vile and evil man.”
Ned sighed.  “It is not that simple Sansa, as much as I might wish it.  He and
Lord Manderly are the most powerful in the North after our House, and I give
the edge military to House Bolton. Yes it was threat.  But we are about to go
to war, and I may not survive it.”
“Father!”
Sansa watched her father give her his half smile.  “I plan on winning and
surviving this war Sansa, but battle plays no favorites.  Always remember
that.”
Eddard sighed. “You must always factor in with your thinking - war is carnage. 
I will not wage war on Roose Bolton because I think he is reprehensible. Yes he
is vile, and I detest his practice of ‘First Night’.  He denies it of course,
and I would have a hard time proving it, and it is not worth going to war for.”
“He inspires loyalty in his men and they would fight for him to the death. I
cannot afford to oppose him in any way now, Sansa. We are going to war with the
Ice King, and we need a totally united front.  Maybe after the war we can
revisit this, but, even then, I have little grounds to wage war with him.  I am
Warden of the North to promote peace, not rip it asunder. Can you understand,
Sansa?”
“Yes I can, father.  Sometimes it sucks to be leader.”
Eddard grimace-smiled “Yes indeed, Sansa. Yes indeed.”
Sansa hurried to her parents’ quarters.  Margaery had missed today’s meeting to
care for her mother. Cat was weak, and easily tired from her pregnancy. She was
starting to show a lot with her stomach rounding out.  Her ankles had swollen,
and she found it hard to walk and she was having fainting spells.  Maester
Luwen had prescribed bed rest for Catelyn Stark to stay in bed and conserve her
strength.  She was not old, but she was getting old for giving birth. 
Margaery had formed a close bond to her mother.  Catelyn worshiped the ground
the Tyrell walked on, and Sansa was still shocked, but happily so, because her
mother was so happy planning her and Robb’s wedding in the Sacred Grove. 
Margaery was gently dabbing her mother’s face while talking to her, and rubbing
her mother’s stomach telling her that she could tell she would bear Eddard
another mighty son. Sansa rolled her eyes affectionately at her future wife. 
Her mother ate up that kind of talk, and Margaery knew it.
“Yes.  I feel it too Margaery.  Another fine son to one day have his own hold. 
One day you and Sansa will have your own hold as well.”
Sansa could not get over her mother’s one-eighty turn on women and their place
in the world.
“Sansa, there you are.  Come feel you future brother kick.  He is so strong.”
Sansa felt her mother’s stomach, and felt the baby kick repeatedly.  She
smiled, feeling like it was two babies in there kicking away.  This one was
going to be a handful, Sansa thought to herself.
She was worried about her mother’s weakness, though.  She knew that she had not
had any problems with her previous pregnancies.  
She sat on the opposite side of the bed, and discussed house affairs with her
mother, all the while Margaery continued to cluck over Cat constantly, primping
her pillows and adjusting the blankets making sure that her mother was
completely comfortable.
A half-hour later her father came and told her and Margaery that he would care
for Catelyn for a while.  He adjusted his wife’s pillows and went to the foot
of the bed and massaged his wife’s feet gently, while talking to her about the
day’s events.
Sansa smiled and looked at her love.  She knew she had found the same kind of
love with her Margaery.  The total and complete bonding of two souls into one.
She and Margaery left hand-in-hand.  Sansa smiled listening to her lover talk
about her mother in such glowing terms. Margaery had totally let go of any
rancor towards her mother once she had been accepted into the family. Margaery
had such a forgiving heart, thank the gods.  She had forgiven Sansa for her
grievous wrongs that day two years ago when she given Margaery her virginity
after Margaery had freely given Sansa her maidenhead.
Sansa filled Margaery in on all that had happened at the war council.  Margaery
had hissed and said, “gods I hate that fucker!” when she told him of Roose
Bolton’s words.
The conversation then turned to Arya as they moved down to kitchen to have a
light meal to tide them to dinner.
They sat at the small table the cooks kept for her and Margaery. The cooks
loved how the two high princesses continued to eat with the common folk. 
Margaery had memorized all their names the first day in the kitchen, and soon
knew all their backstories.  She had the whole staff eating out of the palm of
her hand.  Sansa was thankful that the budding lesbians had Margaery to go to
for love advice, and best techniques in cunninglus and analingus.  Sansa still
went beet red trying to give advice to the young maids, cooks, stable hands,
visiting noble girls, and wives wanting to have adulteress affairs with other
women. 
Margaery never missed a beat, and happily gave seduction advice and how-to
pointers on lesbian lovemaking.  When Sansa asked her why she did so with such
gusto, Margaery answered that she felt was it was their duty to present
positive role models and help women to define their own destinies, and
encouraged Sansa to become a more active role model as well. She had tried two
days ago to help a teenage couple of maids on how to improve their techniques,
but was soon so tongue-tied and blushing so hard that Margaery had to again
step in.
She was trying. Really, she was.
They watched cooks knead fresh dough to put in the large ovens that were
constantly stoked with cut oak logs.  The heat from the ovens kept the kitchen
area warm and comfortable. They had put down beeswax covered paper, and used
scrapers to scrape the dough when it would start to build up on the paper.  The
two cooks continued preparing the dough, beating it with their fists and
rolling it into itself and then flattening again and again. Then they took the
dough once it was leavened, worked it into a loaf shape, and placed it on large
bread paddles that were stuffed onto the heated bricks that were glowing a dull
orange. 
The bread quickly rose.  Sansa knew they would get the first pieces, all hot
and slavered in butter. The cooks had poured them glasses of milk. They sipped
from the glasses, waiting.
The conversation returned to Arya, and how she might be faring.  The queen had
been silent since the recent escalation in tensions from their camp.
Fortunately, they had Olenna’s moths informing Eddard and Margaery herself that
Arya was well. That had greatly relieved all the Starks, Ser Roderik, and
Margery herself.  All loved the wild wolf girl dearly.
Sansa was happy and Margaery smug when it quickly became clear that the Queen
had taken their protégé under her wing, performing the duties of Royal Hostage
Keeper quite literally. The two were becoming inseparable.
What they both found perplexing was that neither young woman was making any
moves to seduce the other.  Olenna’s moths were clear that they were mooning
over each other, and constantly touching each other, but not taking their
relationship to the next level.
Sansa was confused, and Margaery was miffed. “Why hasn’t she gone down on her?
Once she uses her tongue on the Queen’s pussy with what I told her, the Queen
will be wrapped around her little finger. Hmmmm - I am sure the Queen has her
own arsenal of skills in the bedchamber.  Maybe they will be both wrapped
around each other’s little fingers.”
Margaery reached over and gripped Sansa’s hand, and stroked her fingers looking
intently into Sansa’s eyes.  Sansa felt her belly clench, and her cunt was
getting wet as her nipples turned to pebbles. 
Margaery murmured stroking Sansa’s hand.  “Of course I am wrapped around your
little finger, my future wife.”  Margaery smiled wickedly.  “I love to feel my
pussy and asshole wrapped around your probing fingers or fist.  To feel that
tongue of yours tongue fucking my cunt or asshole and sucking my clit down your
throat.  Or how you make me howl when you make my twat and asshole explode on
your strap-on my sweet savage wolf.”
Sansa flushed wildly bright red, and spluttered all embarrassed.  What Margaery
did not know was that Sansa was not really that nonplussed, but reacted
strongly so her lover could sit there preening and looking smug. It filled
Margaery with confidence and fire.  Sansa knew that Margaery would fuck her all
night tonight. Sansa licked her lips unconsciously, which Margaery saw, and
made her smile beam even more.
Their reverie was broken by the younger cook. She gave them their bread,
bending over constantly.  Her large, firm tits were nearly spilling out her
bodice.  They both looked at the cook intently.  She was quite comely, in her
mid-twenties.  She was married to a carpenter, but had several affairs with the
female kitchen staff.  The man was gay, and he pursued his own dalliances using
their marriage as cover to keep their parents happy.
They both smirked at each other.  The girl was giving them constant come-ons
and innuendos.  They ate their delicious meal of bread, butter, and slices of
ham.  The cook was very frustrated that her overtures were ignored. 
Sansa knew Margaery had a much more adventurous past with her cousins.  She
felt her stomach knot when she thought of meeting them.  Margaery had hinted
that Sansa would lovethem.  She couldn’t wait.  It would be like a second
family.
They left the kitchen, and a highly frustrated Riyana.  The cook was simply not
used to not getting her women. 
Sansa loved how Margaery snuggled into her side, with her arm around Margaery’s
waist pulling her in tight.  They fit perfectly together. They heard Robb call
out from behind them. They turned to see Robb with Alys.  They looked so happy
walking towards them, holding hands.
Robb asked them to join them in his quarters.  They wanted to share an intimate
dinner, and he wanted Margaery and Alys to get to know each better. He also
wanted to get to know Margaery, since she would be marrying Sansa and “as her
big brother, I need to make sure your are right for my sister and will treat
her like she deserves.” He had said with a big smile on his handsome face.
Sansa felt her love for her big brother grow even more. His full acceptance,
and openly embracing Margaery as his future sister-in-law had quelled any quite
rumblings. When both the father and the heir to the throne fully supported her
marriage to the princess of Highgarden, what could anyone say?
Even if anyone had any reservations, they were wise enough to keep their
tongues quiet.   With her mother in her corner now, there was no stopping her
marriage to Margaery.  She still felt her heart clutch thinking about when
Margaery had told her that after their wedding she would take her last name. It
had made Sansa cry like a baby.
Margaery was a proud woman, and for her to take Sansa’s last name made her love
the woman even more madly.  She had told Margaery she should keep her name, but
Margaery hotly told Sansa she was a Stark now, and if she bore them any
children they would be Stark and not Tyrell as well. That she, and especially
Eddard, deserved to have their grandchildren have his name, since he had done
all he could to let their love flourish and grow. 
Sansa had nearly fucked Margaery into a coma with her strap-on that night.
They still had two hours till their meal with Robb and Alys.
They held each other tightly as they hurried back to Sansa’s room.
 
Olenna
Olenna had gotten out of bed excited. Today was going to be a special day.  She
could feel it in her bones.  Olenna smiled at that - even her bones were
cooperating for a change.  Her arthritis had decided to take a holiday, and was
only causing her mid discomfort.  She looked down at her fingers that were once
so long and graceful.  Now they had swollen, red knuckles and three fingers
were askew.  Olenna sighed.  Oh, to be young again.
The Queen was again visiting Highgarden, but today was special.  Olenna preened
when with each raven received from King’s Landing, there had been two
messages.  One addressed to Mace, and one to her.  The one for Mace was for her
the sake of her son’s ego, where Daenerys talked of troop movements and
strategy. Her own message contained the same facts, but also asked for her
opinion on matters of state.  Two days ago, another raven from the Queen had
arrived.
In her message she was exhorted in subtle language to make sure her son stayed
on the proper course.  Then the Queen would tell her the true course of
events. 
Olenna remembered being nearly poleaxed when she first realized the extent of
Eddard Stark’s Game of Thrones, and then discovering at the same time that
Daenerys had decided to play her Queen alongside Eddard’s King, and was
preparing to deceive the whole South into marching North against Eddard and
Winterfell, when in reality she planned on marching all the way to the Wall
following closely behind Eddard himself.
The Queen was clearly aligning herself with Eddard, but leaving enough options
in her planning and troop movements to move against Eddard if he proved in the
end to be a traitor. 
He wouldn’t be.
The Queen was absolutely brilliant.  Olenna was not sure now if given the
choice which she would chose as a mate.  Olenna was attracted to power and
cunning above all else, and both of the two players at this game of thrones had
both in spades.  She wanted both of them, damn it!
She stopped her fantasies at that. 
The Queen told her that she would be arriving at noon today, with all three
dragons, and to get word out to the populace to be outside.  The Queen said to
be outside even if the weather was bad.  It was not.  The sun was out and the
temperature brisk, but it would be pleasant by noon.  The sky was a brilliant
azure, without a cloud.
The old rose of Highgarden had her usual morning meal of two croissants made by
her sweet Vorianna Baerranar, a five star chief from Braavos.  She was the
House’s bakery specialist, and her creations were the envy of Westeros. 
Vorianna’s creations were exquisite.  They were buttery, flaky, Braavos-style
pastries named for their well-known crescent shape.  The layered yeast-leavened
dough melted in Olenna’s mouth. She sweetened the fare with strawberry jam.
She drank down fresh squeezed orange juice.  As was her want, Olenna read over
reports that her scribes consolidated from overnight news.  Olenna felt her
blood running hotter in her veins with all the excitement in the air. During
Robert’s rebellion, the armies had gone off in a rush with no organization to
meet their foes. Maybe if Rhaeghar had taken his time, he could have prepared a
more organized campaign and won the day.  His sister was not about to make that
same mistake.
Olenna ate her morning repast, and digested the latest news.  Her moths were
flittering in with so many facts and juicy gossip.  She had taken personal
interest in Cersei down in Dorne.  She had not been privy to Daenerys’ plan for
disposing of the royals when she came to Westeros.  She had been kept out the
loop, her moths flitting around finding no news they could glean from the
Dornish elite, or the jackals they passed information with.
Olenna had been stunned when the Queen kept her pledge of no violence if all
would submit.  Robert had not submitted, but she still granted him amenity. 
She would have enjoyed seeing Cersei’s head on the wall of the Red Keep soaked
in tar to keep her crow pecked face there just that few extra days.  Alas, it
was not to be.
Now she was in Dorne, and had become the ‘Lioness of Dorne’. Men flocked to her
to get their asses beat to hell. What was it with men? They now considered it
an honor to be knocked out by her, and were vying to see who could last longer
against her fist and feet, and from what she heard, a lethal head butt. 
Obara had fallen hard for the woman, and though Cersei was trying to hide it
she had fallen for the sand snake as well.  Again Olenna wondered about the
rampant lesbianism that seemed to be cropping up across Westeros. Was it the
new world order?  Something in the water?  A new era of tolerance that allowed
women to define their own destinies?
Olenna met with her son, and was satisfied with his preparations to leave with
the cavalry to head east to the meet up with the gathering troops before King’s
Landing.  Grand Maester Jarrad Lomys came in with a message from a raven from
Margaery and Sansa.  Olenna knew that they did everything in lockstep now. 
Olenna would have wished that she could fully rely on Margaery, but knew that
her allegiance was now with House Stark.  She had informed Olenna in her last
raven that she would be taking Sansa’s surname even though she was the elder
when they married.
To truly love someone must be a heady feeling, Olenna mused.  She felt a tinge
of sadness flow through her veins.  She never found someone who was worth her
total body, mind and soul.  Margaery assured her that Eddard was fighting for
the realm, but never divulged his plans which rankled Olenna. Margaery had
boasted that she was on the war council.  She kept her honor with Eddard, and
never told Olenna any truly useful information.  Damn Eddard’s eyes for
inspiring such loyalty in all he met!
She read her notes, and then read a bodice ripper that was her guilty pleasure.
Soon enough it was time to begin the slow climb to the top tier of Highgarden. 
Olenna loved the home she’d spent most of her life at dearly. She cherished the
castle’s role as regional capital of the Reach, and the heart of chivalry in
the Seven Kingdoms.  Its importance from the fact that the river Mander flowed
by, and its location where the Ocean Road meets the Roseroad, making it an
important crossroads.
Of all the castles, Highgarden was by far the most beautiful with its tiered-
walled construction.  As Olenna slowly journeyed to the top tier, she admired
with deep affection the many groves and fountains, shady courtyards, and marble
colonnades.  Olenna made sure to keep the castle filled with singers, pipers,
fiddlers and harpers.
Between the outer and middle walls was a famous briar labyrinth. The oldest
towers were square and dated from the Age of Heroes, while the newer towers
were taller and round.  The stables were filled with war horses (which most
would be soon gone), and the Appaloosa, Reach Walking Horse and Dorne Sand
Steeds raised to give the nobility gentle rides in the countryside.
When Olenna finally reached the top of the castle cursing her old bones and
lack of stamina, she stopped to look out over the resplendent fields
surrounding the castle.  As she reflected, she thought ruefully that she had
once ran up the steps to the highest battlements and not even been winded.  It
galled her that age had brought her so low.
She had seen on her slow climb that the walls, towers, and even the trees were
filled with men and women trying to get the best seat to witness the Queen’s
arrival. The air was abuzz with their excitement.
Olenna chortled at the Queen.  She held the populace in her hand.
Olenna focused her gaze back on the land she loved.  The fields of golden roses
that stretched as far as the eye could see.  The orchards of pear, peach,
apricot, cherry, and apple trees. The blooms were so beautiful in the spring,
the morning air bejeweled with the perfume of countless blossoms of white,
pink, red and orange.  She spied fields of melons, fireplums, peppers,
cucumbers, tomatoes and other staples used to feed the castle proper.
Olenna turned to look at the sept nestled in the second tier of Highgarden. 
She knew the Septs grandeur was only matched by the Great Sept of Baelor, and
the Starry Sept.  She admired the soaring spires made of crystal and razor
sharp.  The polished stone glinting wildly in the bright sunlight.  The
castle’s godswood contained three weirwoods, known as the Three Singers.  She
personally did not have any use for them, as she did not believe in those gods
– but they did have a certain beauty and grace.
Oleena waited on the roof of the man audience hall, and looked to the east.  A
few minutes later, at precisely noon going by the sundial in the main
courtyard, she and all the populace that had come to see dragons were rewarded.
They all drew in their collective breath.
On the horizon, low to the ground, came three dots that quickly grew to
dragons.
The speed of the immense dragons consumed the miles quickly, bringing them
forth to the castle. A black diamond with subtle red lines, a creamy gem with
gold markings and a green emerald with bronze frosting flew with dizzying
speed.  From on high Olenna could see their shadows chasing over the ground,
seeming to ripple with the folds of the land.
At the last moment the dragons somehow angled their bodies, avoiding the castle
walls and zooming up over the highest battlements.  Only then did the immense
beasts camber their wings and pivot over, creating a wild wind in their
backlash.  The dragons gracefully alighted on the hall roof, their wings
blurring as their talons barely touched the calked wooden beams.
Barristan slid off Viserion and pulled off his chaps and gloves.  From the
green dragon a fat man that still moved with a surprising grace slid down, and
stated to remove chaps and gloves as well.
Olenna was not surprised to see the Stark hostage atop Drogon with the Queen.
They were indeed inseparable. Olenna saw that the teenager, like the Queen,
wore no protective gear and that the dragon had no saddle.  She doesn’t feel
the heat?  Olenna shook her head.  Could a consort be any more perfect for the
queen?  Then Olenna finally registered one more occupant was also on the
dragon.
Olenna, Mace, his sons and the rest of the royals backed up as the direwolf
Nymeria jumped lightly to the ground.  The great wolf looked at them with
golden, very intelligent eyes.  Olenna could feel the wolf inspecting all to
see if her master was in any danger.  Evidently they all passed the test, as
the wolf seemed to relax. 
Daenerys acknowledged the royals, but guided herself and Arya away to a section
of the safety wall at the top of the building. The crowds immediately parted
for the Queen and her guest.  They all wanted to see what happened next.
With the last of their passengers safely on the ground, the dragons launched
themselves back into the air, bugling loudly again and again.  The dragons
picked up speed, rising to several hundred feet above the highest flapping
pinions before turning over and diving back down.
For the next half hour, the citizens were treated to an acrobatic aerial show
that none had seen before.  Three dragons buzzed around the castle, at times
circling the walls around and around.  Then, one dragon or the other would rise
up to only dive right back down.
Next the dragons were buzzing between the towers, their wings sometimes folded
tightly to their bodies to make it through the narrow slots between.  The
beasts roared, and would pull away from the walls to breathe long gouts of
fire.
The adults oohed and awed, and the children squealed.  The lowborn were thick
around the grounds by the lowest wall. The dragons flew several thousand feet
up into the air, and then did wild, acrobatic tricks rolling and diving
straight down like a boulder, only to pull up at the last moment to buzz the
ground and fly back up high.
The white and green dragons took turns flying graceful tandem patterns with
Drogon sometimes brushing their cheeks as they flew side by side.  It made
Olenna think of mating rituals, and Olenna remembered that dragons could change
their sex.
The aerial show went on for at least a half hour before the dragons returned to
the ground before the wall by the main gate.  They beat their wings mightily,
the citizens understanding the message to back away.  Then the dragons landed
and folded their wings down to the ground, shielding their heated bodies. 
The Queen had put on a special show just for her, Olenna knew.  For some reason
the Queen was elevating the stature of Highgarden.  Olenna knew it was for her
own benefit as well.  This show would elevate Olenna’s prestige, since the
Queen always spent as much time with her as she did with Mace her son.  She was
anxious to find out what the Queen had in mind.  While the dragons had flown
around, Daenerys and Arya had stood so close as Arya watched in awe, and Dany
looked at her lovingly when the girl was not looking.
How strange that Daenerys was so differential with this girl, and did not
simply take what was already hers.
Olenna needed to get in on some of the pools betting on when the two would
consummate their love.  Olenna was thinking it would take a little while, but
that it would happen.
With the show over, Arya was led by the Queen to meet the royals of
Highgarden.  Olenna had read of Arya’s wild ways in Winterfell, but today she
played the perfect consort of high royal breeding and training.  She said all
the right courtesies, and bowed and curtsied when decorum stated she should. 
So the girl has some polish after all.
Dany talked to her son and wife at length, and her grandson.  The Queen was
polite and differential when she did not have to be.  She pulled all deeper
into her spell with her differential politeness.  The Queen assured in a stern
voice that she would make sure Eddard Stark returned their daughter unharmed,
when in fact Olenna knew Margaery was never coming home.  Her home was now with
Sansa Stark.
Daenerys was very polite, and a made easy conversation as Arya stayed at her
side.  She stared at Daenerys with such love when Dany was focused on her son
and wife, that Olenna was struck by it.  The Stark girl quickly looked around
to make sure no one was watching her moon over the Queen. Olenna knew how to
put a Game of Thrones mask over her features when the girl glanced at her. Arya
felt safe to let her love for the queen show on her face.  All were focused on
the object of her desires.  The Queen was like a lodestone attracting
everyone’s attention.
Olenna again wondered what it must feel like to marry when you are totally in
love and giving your body to a woman or man out of nothing but that love.  No
calculation, or doing it only because of duty.  It must be a heady concoction
Olenna determined, watching the two clueless love birds.
Daenerys then asked to give her respects to Olenna, and asked for Mace and his
wife’s pardon, ever the gracious Queen.
Dany and Arya came to her then, and kissed her hand in respect.  Olenna saw
that Arya kept her eyes respectfully down.  Olenna was impressed again with the
girl’s upbringing.  With all the reports of Eddard crying that Arya was filled
with the wolf, she was surprisingly charming and courtly.  Perhaps she had
reigned herself in to impress the queen.
She started the slow descent to her quarters on the first tier.  She tried to
stay as close to the ground as possible, to reduce her walks when she needed to
leave the castle.
She was nervous when the massive direwolf loped over to stand beside her and
Arya, who was on her left. Daenerys was on her right, and called to her softly.
“Don’t worry Olenna.  Nymeria is a pussycat, as long as neither of us are
endangered.”
Olenna noticed the plural that slipped off the Queen’s lips.  Geez, those two
needed to get down and do the nasty and get it over with, as her granddaughter
would say.
“Nymeria likes you.  She finds you honest and direct” Arya told her.
“How do you know this?”
“I have my ways,” the Stark said from the other side of the wolf.  All Olenna
could see were her legs underneath the wolf’s belly as Arya walked.  Her beast
was simply huge.  Olenna’s eyes were just barely level with Nymeria’s lower
jaw.
A sudden pain in her left hip made Olenna cry out, and she stumbled. She
started to scream in raw terror – a fall at her age could be catastrophic.  She
felt the scream die when the direwolf was suddenly pressed into her side,
unmoving.  Olenna’s fall stopped, she gripped her fur with her right hand.  The
queen was there now, and Arya ducked underneath the wolf and they helped Olenna
right herself. 
Olenna gasped and slowly calmed herself.  They had saved her!  With a shaky
breath, Olenna thanked them profusely which caused them both to blush.  The
wolf turned its massive head and woofed. 
She took a moment to collect her thoughts.  She let her gaze wonder for a few
moments.  Her head stopped seeing something most strange.  Up on the tallest
spire of the Septa was a little girl.  The girl had long green hair and only
wore a simple tunic.  How had she gotten up on that spire when it was razor
sharp and so slick none could grip it.  The wind up high must have been fast
since her tunic and hair were whipping in the air almost violently and yet the
strange girl seemed to easily hold onto the spire.  Her body not moving with
the buffeting wind.
She felt a hot surge of jealousy.  She again wished mightily that she was young
again.  That she had a chance to be a true player of the Game of Thrones in
this exciting time.  It was not fair!
Olenna gasped feeling a burning surge run through her body.  She sagged into
Nymeria’s side.
“Olenna!” Daenerys called out.
“I am alright” Olenna called out.  The strange sensation was gone.  How
strange.  She looked back up at the spire.  The strange girl was gone.
She slowly walked back down her quarters, with three females hovering near her.
Normally, she would have been angry at needing their support, but she felt safe
with them.  She knew instinctively that they would never divulge her moment of
weakness. She also knew they did not see her stumble as a weakness. She could
feel only concern for her radiating from them, and relief that they had been
able to save her.
Olenna felt a strange sensation. She knew what it felt like to be loved for
simply being herself in that moment.  She schooled her features.  She had been
deeply touched, and had much to think on.
They arrived at her chamber.  The room was large, and had many windows that
opened to the south and west to let in the afternoon sun.  The day was warm. 
Winter was still roiling far to the north, awaiting its command to come
snarling south.
Olenna watched Arya move to a vase filled with yellow roses, sniffing them as
if she had discovered nirvana.  The girl had a look of pure pleasure cross her
face. She traced the rose petals and leaves with reverence. The Queen was
staring at the girl’s ability to be pleased so deeply by such a simple thing. 
Love radiated off Daenerys’ face.  Olenna was envious, but not in a rancorous
way.  She was happy so late in life to finally see true love. Olenna sighed. 
The queen sat down at the table across from her. Arya was idly scratching
Nymeria’s ear as the wolf shook her head slightly and woofed in pleasure. The
Stark was looking at the intrinsically painted vases along the wall underneath
the largest opened window.  On the vases were scenes of the orchid and flower
fields that dotted the landscape beneath the horizon around the great castle.
Crouching down but not touching, Arya took a closer look at the exquisite
details captured on the porcelain by the great artisans of the Reach.
No wonder the girl had the Queen wrapped her little finger.  It was a shame she
did not realize it.  She thought of telling Arya, but decided it would be best
to let nature guide them to each other. 
“Olenna.” Daenerys called for her attention.  She turned to look at the Queen.
The Queen began without preamble.  “I am sure you know of my inner council that
I call my ‘Klutch of Confidantes’”.  Olenna saw no need to deny it, and titled
her head forward.
“I have no problem with you having your moths in the Red Keep.  I need
something to counterbalance all the sparrows, jackals, spiders, weasels and
other spies. We all do it, and I am comfortable with that.”
“I trust you explicitly.”
Olenna felt her chest and pride swell.
“I will be leaving for war soon.  I am taking my entire inner council with me,
except for Tyrion.  I will need the swords and strength of Barristan, Syrio and
Strong Belwas at my side in the coming fight.  I will need Missandei for her
language skills, abilities in logistics and her mental support.”
Olenna shook her head in acknowledgement.  She had not known but assumed that
the Queen would take her most trusted advisors with her to war.  Tyrion being a
dwarf was just not suitable for the hard march north, or the fighting.
She wondered why the Queen was telling her this.
“I will be sending my Master of Ships and Summer Islander representative to sea
to help lead the navy.  He is from your land as you know, and quite capable. I
trust my Small Council, but I feel that Tyrion will be lacking support. My
Clatch of Confidantes has the cunning, instincts and raw intelligence to be
able to stay one step ahead of the elements and forces that will buffet the
kingdom while I go to fight war.”
Olenna still did not know where this conversation was leading, but schooled her
features.
“Tyrion will need support.” The Queen emphasized again.
“Who will you call in then?  I am wracking my brain to think of someone to help
you in this time of need.”
“I want you, Olenna.”
Again Olenna felt poleaxed as she gaped at the Queen.
“You have shown me over and over again that outside of the Pride of Dorne, who
still need seasoning, that you alone have the intelligence, experience in the
Game of Thrones, verve, honesty, and loyalty to the throne that I need.”
Olenna continued to gape at the Queen.
“I know you think that your loyalties lie first with Highgarden. No more. I
want you on my Small Council as a permanent member. Tyrion is the Hand, but he
has agreed that when he is not available you will step in.”
Olenna’s lower lip began trembling.
“Not only that; I would dearly love for you to join my Klatch of Confidantes as
well. I need your services to help me run my realm.  I have two continents to
govern, and I need all the help I can get.”
The Queen was looking at her with those intense eyes. She saw Arya smiling at
her, and the great Direwolf came up to her and licked her face and woofed.
She started to cry.
Daenerys went to her and got on her knee, and took Olenna’s small, trembling
hand.
“I am hoping these are tears of happiness.”
All Olenna could do was nod her head ‘yes’.
She was finally being recognized for her skills and greatness.  The Queen was
so confident she was readily bringing her into her inner circle, and was making
it clear that she would be given the respect and power she had always deserved.
She would never betray her queen.
                        
 Oberyn
Oberyn came out of his office in Martell Hall.  He was writing a report
detailing the status of the troops now marching to the boats that the Queen had
waiting to ferry them to the beachheads that had been established by her
mercenary companies.  He looked at the maps again, and saw that the beachheads
had been expertly selected. The initial mercenary companies had expanded the
beachheads ten leagues inland, without opposition.  The locals were sticking to
their small cities and hamlets. The mercenary troops were showing the populace
the utmost respect.
Dorne’s troops reinforced and expanded those incursions into the far north.  No
resistance had been given. It was almost as if Eddard wanted the invasion. It
made no sense! 
He was finishing up his report when he looked out the window.  It was almost
two o’clock, he could tell by the angle of the sun. The show was about to
begin. He looked out the door of his office, and saw other commanders and
teachers streaming out of their offices and into the practice yard in the rear
southwest quadrant of Battleborne Academy.
It was there that a certain Lannister was toiling away at her unique training. 
He pulled out his five dragons, and ran out the door and down the steps.  He
looked to both sides down the brick thoroughfare.  There.
He ran up to Jaron Lightfoot, the head accountant of the Academy.  He had to
wait through a line of men and women already gathered to place their bets. 
Oberyn tapped his foot.  Dammit, he was late. The three senior cadets had
agreed to approach Cersei at twenty minutes past two.  Oberyn bit his tongue,
and huffed, refusing to pull rank to get ahead. Finally, he placed his bet.
Cersei had kicked each of the men individually.  Each man was over six feet six
inches tall, and made up of solid, brutish muscle. Each man had quickly fallen
to the slender woman.  With the last vanquishing of her opponent, Cersei had
cried out she would kick anyone’s ass no matter how many of them there were.
Three men had decided to take Cersei up on the offer.
Oberyn ran across the large, immaculately cut practice yard. He ran up and saw
his paramour fretting near the front line of spectators. Cersei had seen the
crowd growing, and paused in the drudgery of her tasks to flip them off with a
double birds, and then pulled her right hand into a fist and threw it up, her
left hand hitting the top of her right arm at the elbow.  The universal sign
for ‘Fuck you’.  Oberyn loved that fire from his former nemesis.
Ellaria looked at Oberyn “I don’t like Cersei, Oberyn but you have to stop this
now.  She will get herself beaten to a pulp!  She is still a highborn
princess.”
“Fear not, my sweet dear. Cersei will prevail. I have total faith in her.”
Ellaria continued to fret, and bit her lower lip.
He saw Obara and the rest of her sisters along with Cersei’s daughter
fidgeting.  Arianne was cool at the proceedings.  She alone looked like she
truly wanted to see Cersei get the shit beat out of her.
Cersei sat down at the top of the platform.  She looked out over the yard at
the three great brutes stalking towards her.  The largest still had yellowish
bruises around his right eye, a souvenir from his last fight with the fallen
Lannister.
Oberyn almost felt sorry for them.
Morsh Rane, Tavion, and Juran Yronwood spread out around the base of the
edifice that Cersei was sitting on, looking only mildly interested.  She looked
from face to face with a sneer.
Juran stepped forward and in a formal stance called up to Cersei. “We wish to
fight you, you old hag!”
“I grow tired of whipping your asses. Be gone.”
“You said you could defeat us in any number. We are here to accept that
challenge.”
“How can you be so tall and still have such a small cock?  Between the three of
you, you barely measure a foot of dick.”
Oberyn saw Tavion getting red in the face.
“Are you going to let her get away with that?!” he cried out to his brother. 
His protest made Oberyn wonder if Cersei had hit close to home with the man.
“Will you calm down for the Jinn’s sake?  We’re talking smack, you idiot.”
Juran turned back to Cersei. “You are awful brave up there, bitch.  Your tits
are so saggy I bet they are like pancakes - all limp and wrinkly.”
Cersei stood up so fast everyone was shocked at her speed.  All three of the
oafish brutes backed up a step, startled. Oberyn had barely registered the
movement.  “That is something coming from a man with peanuts for balls, and a
cock that is never hard.  That is what I am going to call you –‘Neverhard’.
Your brother is ‘Quartermast’, because he can’t get it up, and you Morsh, I
think I will call you ‘Limpwood’.  Your cock couldn’t break a hymen made of
tissue paper if your life depended on it.”
All the men were steaming now along with Cersei.
“That’s pretty good, coming from a woman who is so frigid that she won’t go
down on any of the women in her barracks even when they all have their legs
spread wide open in your face, practically begging for it.  Oh, that’s right,
the last two nights you have been masturbating, screaming out ‘Obara, Obara!’.”
Cersei’s eyes suddenly bulged out as she looked at Obara. The sand snake’s look
was intensely hopeful.
“You lie!” Cersei screamed.
Oberyn knew better, and he knew Obara knew too. They both had their spies. 
Oberyn always made sure to sample the new cadets.  They were always anxious to
fuck him. His prowess in the bedroom was legendary. 
Keynna Ryger had been in his and Elleria’s bed just this morning. She was a
star student, and was allowed to skip this morning’s drills in formation
marching and a long ten mile run. She already excelled in both.  She had cum so
hard on his cock with her face buried in Elleria’s sweet pussy as his dick
exploded deep in her cunt.  Then he got to watch intense lesbo sex for an hour
before he and Elleria, now strapped in with her cock dp’ed the slut over and
over giving her devastating orgasms as they did hard DP, ATM and A2P on the
girl who craved it.
She had told them as they got dressed about Cersei.  Two nights ago she had
masturbated in a frenzy, and the third time she cummed she was up on her spread
feet on the bed her groin high up in the air.  Cersei’s head rolled back so far
back her hairline was jammed into the mattress and her back arched up high like
an overwrought bow.  The pulled taunt string about to break.  The Lannister
humping her groin up into the air as her right hand’s fingers punched deep and
hard into her splattering cunt.  Her first three fingers soaked in cum as she
harpooned her steamy twat hard and deep.
Keynna had a dreamy look on her face.  “Her fingers were soaked to the third
knuckle in her sweet creamy cum.  Cum running down her wrist and dripping off. 
Gods I wanted to like up that sweet snail sauce.”  The girl continued on to
describe Cersei’s throes of passion. “Gods her screams were deafening her cunt
splattering cum everywhere.  She added her left hand to her clit rubbing that
juicy nubbin furiously.  Gods she cummed so hard again.”  Keynna seemed to be a
dream now.  “Gods she cums so fucking hard!”  She told them about how Cersei’s
cunt was so high in the air and jacking up with violent up jerks as almost
spine snapping spasms ripped through her body.  Her eyes rolled back in her
head and screamed: ‘Obarraaaaa Obaraaaa babbbbyyyyy!’
“Gods I wish Obara would fuck her already!  Then she will share Cersei with
us!  I want her!” the star cadet whined in frustration.
Then there had been last night.  Keynna told them of how Cersei was rubbing her
muff with both of her hands cupped over each other for maximum pressure rubbing
her quim as it squished obscenely like the bitch in heat she was.  She cummed
so hard screaming Oberyn’s daughter’s name out.  Cersei rolled from shoulder to
shoulder screaming like she was being boiled in oil.  She bucked so hard she
rolled right off the bed.  She had done it before.  She had been mortified the
first few times but last night she kept rubbing her gushing cunt soaking the
floor as she cried out “fuck meeeee with you dick Obarraaaaaa fuck me!”
Yes, Oberyn thought, Cersei was pussy whipped.  She just had to accept it.
“Are you all words, has been?” Juran called up to the fallen Lannister. 
“You’re a fucking washed up, beaten, whipped, cast aside Queen.  The lion has
been spaded by the dragon.”
Cersei stood shaking, and glaring down at the young men.
“Well cunt?”
“You die!” Cersei cried out and flew down the steps.
Oberyn was not worried.  Cersei talked trash but never really hurt her
opponents.  That bad.
She was on them in a flash.  She was at least a foot shorter than all the men,
and each outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds.
Oberyn still felt sorry for them.
Cersei easily ducked underneath Juran’s punch and came up on Tavion.  He lashed
out with a chop, but she blocked it with her forearm and used her left hand to
grab his forearm and jerked down with shocking strength, folding the large man
down.
Cersei immediately surged forward and cupped the back of his neck with her
interlocked fingers and jerked forward hard with her arms, and locked her
forearms underneath his jaw and jammed her elbows together.  She started to
jerk down hard, bending Tavion down further and slammed her knee up into his
stomach and chest as he cried out in pain.  Her locked forearms jerked in on
the man’s thick neck with vicious force.
His brother and Morsh tried to get at Cersei, but the lioness jerked the
trapped man about using him as a shield. His brother and friend had to try and
punch Cersei over Tavion’s body, their punches weak with distance while trying
not to hit Tavion. Cersei jerked the boy around with her forearms, squeezing
his windpipe and carotid arteries choking off air and blood. She launched
vicious knees when the Yronwood tried to free himself. Cersei’s forearms
blocked all his weakening attempts to kick and grab at her body with his
hands.  Cersei kept viciously jacking his body down.
She ducked and slipped the few punches that came near her head. She suddenly
stepped back and pivoted, flexing her hips down as she moved and then came up
as she jerked the man after her. When his body whipped past her, she pivoted
into the move and used his momentum to snap her body forward and her knee came
up with all the force the motion had generated. She used the kinetic energy to
slam her knee up into the Yronwood’s chest. 
He was staggered, and started to go limp. Cersei threw the collapsing body into
his brother’s body as he again tried to move in. Juran stumbled after the
collision with his unconscious brother. 
Cersei had followed in and got down on one foot and both hands.  The unbalanced
instant that Juran freed his body of his brother, Cersei swept her leg out and
through Juran’s left leg knocking it back.  Juran roared and fought to stay
upright, but Cersei kicked out, hitting the side of Juran’s right knee with
great force. 
Oberyn knew Cersei could have shattered the joint, but only used enough force
to make him scream out and topple over. Juran’s head hit the ground hard,
stunning him. Cersei spun over, still crouched down. She straddled him and
gripped the sides of his head with her hands and ripped his head up as she
snapped her head down.  The head butt was brutal. Juran fell limp. 
Cersei grunted hard when a kick landed in her ribs from Morsh.  She rolled away
and rose up, but Morsh was on her in an instant.  His hands locked around her
throat and squeezed to choke her out.  He was enraged. Cersei’s hands came up
to grip the hands that dwarfed her own.  Morsh shook Cersei hard.
Oberyn was concerned for Cersei, now prepared to jump in and break up the fight
along with Myrion and Obara. 
Then Cersei gripped Morsh’s hands, and was able to pull them loose.  She
couldn’t break the hold, but she was able to breathe.  Suddenly, her arms
snapped down and started to slam up into his arms from underneath.  The blows
were fast and furious.  The young noble struggled to keep his grip, pulling
down to counteract the strength of the blows.
Cersei kept slamming blows up into the massive arms gripping her throat
loosely, but refused to let go.  Then in a blink of the eye, Cersei’s arms went
up past Morsh’s arms and high up.  Her arms now slammed down on the arms of
Morsh that were still pressing down to counterbalance the blows from beneath.
The impact of Cersei’s downward slashing arms broke Morsh’s grip on her throat
and brought his body down.  Her head surged forward and up.  The head butt
stunned the man. She had been working on her flexibility with Obara, and it
showed. Her leg kicked almost straight up, and her foot smashed into the chin
of the large brute. His head snapped back.
Morsh was wobbling now.  He was leaned over and stumbling. Cersei rained
straight right and lefts jabs into Morsh’s face,  the impacts loud and violent.
Cersei stopped and looked at the bloodied and swollen face of the fallen man.
Cersei put her index finger out. She placed the tip on Morch’s forehead, and
pushed back easily.  The man toppled, defeated, his eyes open and unseeing as
he gasped for breath.
Cersei stood proud and defiant. “I am the Lioness of Battleborne Academy.  ALL
fall before me!” she roared, putting a foot on Morsh’s chest like the
triumphant conqueror she was.
Oberyn had won his bet. She had done it under three minutes. He looked at Obara
and her shallow breathing and blown pupils told him she was indeed very wet. 
His own cock was hard, seeing such power in the woman.  He doubted Cersei would
ever touch another man, but gods she was so beautiful and hot with power now.
Oberyn walked off as Cersei continued to crow and shout her defiance.  The
whole damn academy was starting to worship the woman. Even Ellaria was starting
to look at Cersei with raw hunger when she forgot to hate her.
Myrion and he both knew that Cersei Lannister was something more than human
now.  No person should have her speed and reflexes with less than a year of
training. She was so fast and powerful she would defeat him if he was without a
weapon. Her strength was truly frightening. 
Myrion had told him last week that Cersei was already a master of the sword,
and any other weapon she would choose to use. Obeyrn had stared at him like he
had lost his mind.  
“That’s not possible.”
“Nevertheless I have felt it. She has knowledge buried deep in her.  When she
is ready, it will come to her.  She and the sword will become one as it was for
Arthur. She is greater than he.  You know she is the one, don’t you?”
“Yes I do. I can’t believe that my formal mortal enemy is the one prophesied.
With that sword she could bring Dorne down if she chose to. She could cut us
all down.”
“Then kill her now, before she becomes that threat.”
Oberyn smiled. “Where is the fun in that?  I love taking chances. You know
that.”
“You are reckless, Oberyn.”
“Yeah I am.” he smirked.  “But I am not worried. I have seen the way she looks
at Obara when she thinks no one is looking. She’s pussy whipped. Plus, she is
not the woman who arrived here.  She would lay her life down for Dorne. She
would lay it down for Obara. I know it. Soon enough my daughter will have
Cersei in her bed, screaming from it.  She has a very talented mouth. I should
know. I have felt it often enough sucking my cock and my sweet Ellaria off.”
Mayrion sighed.  “Oberyn … not everything revolves around sex.”
Oberyn looked at Myrion shocked.  “No—butttt  … gods I love sex, and so does
Cersei. Mark my words. She is changing in more ways than one.”
Oberyn squirmed inside, knowing in another reality he would have raped the
woman and gladly run her through after with his sword.  Hadn’t that been the
way Westeros deposed of fallen sovereigns? He shivered at the thought now. More
than just Cersei had changed under the Queen’s tutelage and subtle guidance.
Oberyn looked at Myrion with a smirk. “When I get home tonight I am taking home
some young buck or two.  Together me and my sweet Ellaria are going to fuck
them blind, Myrion.”
The man shook his head, smiling and sighing.
Cersei had really gotten him worked up.
Oberyn had to admit it. He was actually coming to like the woman. She was
actually softening and becoming respectful, but she still had that fire that
ignited his passion. Ellaria was coming around too, though she tried to deny it
most of the time.
He would never have given Cersei the chance if it had not been for Daenerys. 
He had no idea at the time that Cersei was the one. He thanked the gods he did
not believe in for their guidance and their serendipity. He mused, forming a
picture in his mind of him stabbing Ellaria in the ass with his cock as she
sucked off Cersei. Hhhmmmm - that was quite hot, actually.
 
 
Arya
The sound of wood slamming wood filled the courtyard that the royals practiced
in.  It was a small world, only fifty by fifty feet in size.  It was enclosed
by high walls that made sounds echo.  The walls were thick and red, like the
name of the name of the castle they were in.
Two of the walls had two doors that allowed ingress and egress. This was a
private place where the Queen, and now Arya, practiced hard out of sight of the
rest of the Red Keep.  At times Gendry and Mya also practiced there. At most
only two sets of combatants could fight there. Or sometimes one would be
assailed by multiple fighters.
Barristan and Syrio made sure their charges were constantly working on their
skills and endurance. Each man brought their different talents and skills to
the training. Barristan’s style emphasized strength and shock, while Syrio was
poetry in motion.  They were both as unique as they were deadly.
Arya had been shocked when she first fought Barristan Selmy.  Her father had
told her before she left on her journey south that the man was his better. Arya
did not believe her father then, but he was every inch her father’s equal.
Like her father when he started his assaults, it was like being in a tornado
that struck you with relentless power. The strength of his blows would have
numbed her arms if they had not been strengthened by her sparring with Dany.
Her training with her father was months in the past now, but it had prepared
her for his onslaught of savage fury.
Her first matches with Barristan had ended badly. He would train her for an
hour in intense drills and memorizing complicated cut, block, parry and attack
steps. She learned them the first time, and for some reason this surprised him.
Why should it take more than one time after you have seen it?
She had thought that had prepared her for the man. He had started out their
first sparring session following the patterns he had shown Arya. She had done
well and was feeling confident.  It must have shown in her eyes.
Barristan had called out ‘on guard!’, and then Arya was back in the practice
yard with her father.  The force of Barristan’s blows were like strikes against
an anvil. The man was first in front of her, and then behind her. She had her
sword taken from her hands again and again by sudden flicks of Barristan’s
sword.  Blows hammered all over Arya’s body with stunning force.
She merely gritted her teeth and plowed on. She was determined to improve, and
show Daenerys Targaryen she was worthy of being considered her equal. She
wanted desperately to impress Dany with her skills and prowess. She still
harbored her childish dreams of seducing the all powerful woman into loving
her, even though she knew it was hopeless with all the beautiful men and women
that were constantly paraded before the Queen.
The men were offered as potential husbands that would strengthen her grip on
the realm. These angered her to her core.  Why the fuck would a man make her
realm more stable and prosperous than it already was?  She wanted to break
their noses and ram their teeth down their throats.
The women incensed her. None were offered to her as wives, thank the old gods. 
The court of the Red Keep was filled with the courtesans from all the houses of
the South.  Many of the sluts were practically throwing themselves at the
Queen’s feet, showing off their perfumed tits and shapely hips. It made Arya
feel downright inferior looking with her flat chest and her slender hips. It
wasn’t fair! Thank the gods the Queen was so busy with her father’s Game of
Thrones that she did not seem to notice the hussies. She wanted to rip their
hair out and kick them in the ass with her boot!
Her sparring sessions with Syrio had not started so well either. 
She had enjoyed the strange tasks that he had her perform.  Balancing on the
ball of one foot at first had been taxing, but she got used to it by the end of
the first several days. She could stand like that for hours if she wanted.
Syrio had her jumping from foot to foot, nearly rising up on her toes.
He had her chasing feral cats.  That was fun.  She had been frustrated the
first time. The old Tom was just too fast and cunning. She warged into the cat,
and stopped its limbs from working. She had presented it to Syrio shortly after
he had her set after it. The cat had been watching the proceedings since Arya
had arrived.
The next day she asked Syrio to let her after the cat again. This time she did
not return till four hours later covered in dirt, grime and scratches, but this
time she had captured he cat on her own!  She had gotten so much better.  She
could now almost feel the cat making his decisions on which way to twist and
turn just by the way his tail would lean, or the scruff on his neck would
bristle.
She was at the point now where she did not consider the hunt a success if she
had a scratch from the little beasts.  Man, those cats could run fast.  The
only time they got away was when they went down a crack or hole she could not
reach into far enough to reach. She had gotten very good with plaster and
trowel.  She found it funny when the cats would run to find a hole that was no
longer there, and just stare at space and run around in circles in confusion.
She would always let the cats run away then, since their confusion was not fair
to take advantage of.
Her first battles with Syrio had lessons in humility for the proud Stark girl. 
He too stepped her through the steps and parries of his style of sword
fighting.  He called it ‘fencing’. She had snorted when it came time to spar.
Barristan had tried to warn of her overconfidence.  “Outside of your father and
maybe Breienne of Tarth, Syrio is the only man I fear.”
“But his sword is just a stick.  My sword will knock it aside and I will take
him down.”
That was not how it had transpired.  He had jammed the point of his wooden
rapier so many times into her body she felt like a pin cushion that first day.
She had been humiliated. 
Barristan had pulled her aside.  “Arya, do not feel bad.” She had started to
scoff. Barristan had gripped her shoulders and shook her hard. “Listen to me.
You are already a very, very skilled swordsman, and soon you will be our
equal.  But you must learn to fight, and more importantly respect all styles of
fighting.  Syrio is captured lighting. He is speed and skill given human form. 
Raw power is to his advantage. Temper your attack, and use what he is teaching
you to fight him.”
She had learned her lesson. She tried to blend her styles. Barristan called it
a type of asymmetrical fighting. Knights of Westeros were not used to fighting
a water dancer. “We all looked alike to Syrio, but he is unique to us.”  He had
the advantage in the fights. Arya saw that he used sheer speed and skill with
his precise movements to counterbalance the sheer power a broadsword generated.
She learned to temper her attacks and parry and watch.  She learned to be
passive and use her sword’s weight to easily block and push aside his rapier
thrusts. She quickly got used to his speed, and was able to hold him off,
though the instant she attacked she was again at his mercy.
She kept practicing. She gritted her teeth and learned.
All the while, Dany had been watching her. She never once made her feel
inferior, or used her superior skill to make Arya feel like she was in over her
head. She gave insights on how to use various counter-attack styles, and gave
her new blends of attack and defense. She practiced relentlessly with Arya when
they were alone in the court, when she had no meetings.
Dany laughed at her sometimes when she pouted and stomped her foot when she was
disarmed, but it was a pure laugh with no rancor. She was not laughing at Arya
being disarmed or hit, but at Arya’s reactions. Arya loved the tinkling quality
of Dany’s laugh. She could not help hamming it up sometimes, just to hear Dany
laugh. Her eyes twinkled when she was amused.
Dany’s laughter and shining eyes made her stomach flip, and her nipples throb. 
She did not let the Queen see her reactions.  She did not want Dany to feel
awkward.  She did not want her to know that her royal hostage lusted after
every perfect hair on her head, or longed to feel that heavenly body pressing
her down into the bed. 
She found herself laughing at Dany sometimes too. Dany was able to hold her own
with her sword masters, but sometimes they would send her sword flying.  Her
curses, foot stomping and arm flapping were hilarious. She would glare at Arya
at first, and then break out laughing, joining in Arya’s clean, innocent
mirth.  How Arya longed to take the Queen in her arms and love her.
Arya had learned her lessons well and fast.
The two sword masters had her blindfolded for twenty minutes in the morning
now.  At first she could not hear anything in the echoes of the courtyard. Then
she had been able to pickup Barristan’s movements, and then Dany’s. Their
clinking chainmail and heavy boots were easy to pick up.  Syrio, without armor,
and his soft sole shoes, had been at first impossible for her to discern.  But
as the days passed, she started to hear the slightest rubbing of leather on the
soil, and the catching of cloth in a slight gust. Arya heard the softest hint
of a breath.
Soon she could defend herself and even attack a little, but that was so much
harder when blindfolded.
Then they had given her a wooden representation of Needle.  Barristan told her
that Syrio and he saw that she was ambidextrous.  They wanted her to start to
use the second blade to help her block and parry and to lash out when the
opportunity presented itself.  The main caveat was to know when to drop the
second blade if two hands were needed to hold the blade against a truly
powerful, skilled foe.
She had loved using both hands.  She was sometimes able now to put Syrio on the
defense.  Barristan had increased the savagery of his attacks.  Arya quickly
found she needed to drop Needle to use two hands to hold the strong warrior at
bay. 
She was starting to attack the men like Dany was able to. On the defense, Arya
was untouchable.  It was when she went on the attack that bad things sometime
happened to her. That was when she received her sword whacks, or jabs of the
wooden rapier tip.  She would growl and get pissed off, but she kept
practicing. She was improving.
Arya had another incentive to practice so hard on the training ground with
Dany. 
They would sit after their intense practice of training and sparring. Arya
cherished those times.  Their sword masters would quickly impart any
instructions for the morrow, or go over any pertinent points from the day’s
training.  They would then depart to prepare for their other duties in the Keep
and at the Small Council, which was held in the mid-morning.
Dany and Ayra would talk of their training to begin with, but often the
discussions would be far ranging after that.  Dany would regale her with tales
of her time as the Khaleesi of Khal Drogo’s Khalasar. She would tell her bit
and pieces of her conquests of the slave cities, and how she cowed the “Free
Cities” into giving up slavery.  She had told Arya she was sure some still had
to be rooted out, and she would do that when the “Wright War” was over.
She told Ayra how it felt to fly over the Dothraki Sea, or fly over the broad
oceans between the parts of her realm.  She told Ayra she would love to share
these things with her. For some reason, to Arya, she had seemed to almost be
shyly asking. She had gushed out “hell yeah!” in response. She wanted to
experience those things with her. The queen’s eyes had burned with emotion. 
Arya almost fooled herself to thinking she saw the same love in Dany’s eyes she
felt in her own soul, then the look was gone.  The thought saddened Arya, but
she accepted that the Queen was meant for another.
The Queen asked her questions again and again about her time in Wintefell. 
Arya thought them boring, but Dany seemed to eat up her tales of a loving
family. To have a mother and father that loved her, even if that mother was a
hard ass sometimes. 
Dany had really paid attention to Arya describing her love for Jon, Robb, Bran
and Rickon.  She also told her how she and her older sister had feuded, but now
had made peace. She did not tell the Queen the fact that both sisters were
lesbians, and that Eddard’s royal hostages was gay also.  How her father had
helped his daughter and Margaery to come together.  Arya did not want to freak
the Queen out with her ‘unnatural’ and ‘male’ desires.  She would not do
anything to jeopardize their budding friendship.  She felt such a closeness to
Dany already.
How she longed to take it further.
They would usually finish their discussions on how to improve against
Barristan’s power and Syrio’s quickness.  Dany told her recently that she could
see that Arya would soon be her equal, and then better.  Arya had protested
vociferously, but the Queen had persisted. She told Arya she needed all the
swords she could get in defense of her realm.
Last week Arya had been rotating her left shoulder after training. Barristan
had whacked it good with this practice sword. Dany had fretted about it. Arya
tried to get the woman to understand it was not because of the arm bar she had
used in subduing Arya during their initial meeting, that Arya humorous called
to herself ‘Love at First Fist’. 
Dany had told her to wait, and went running off like the furies of hell were
after her. She came back five minutes later. She had reappeared, coming out the
doorway she had disappeared into in such a hurry. She was carrying a dark
colored bottle.
Dany told her it was liniment. Arya had not heard of it.  Dany told Arya that a
liniment was typically formulated from alcohol, acetone, or similar quickly
evaporating solvents and contained counterirritant aromatic chemical compounds
such as methyl salicilate, benzoin resin, or capsaicin.
Arya had turned to look at Dany with a blank, confused expression. The Queen
looked sheepish and told her that she was not sure what they were either.  The
horse tenders for the Khalasars swore by them for the treatment of horse aches,
and it had been discovered they worked well for human aches and pains as well.
She offered to rub some into Arya’s shoulders. Arya nearly swooned at the
thought of Dany’s hands on her body.  The queen had her undo her laces enough
to pull her shirt down to fully expose her shoulders, but keep her chest
covered.  Arya waited while the queen poured some liniment onto her hands, and
rubbed back and forth to warm it up.
Arya had to fight hard to suppress her moans when the Queen’s calloused hands
started to rub the oil into her shoulder. She had felt Daenerys’ strong fingers
digging into her muscles and rubbing over her skin. Her shoulder indeed felt
better.  She relished the feel of those strong fingers on her body.
She felt her nipples getting puffy and so hard. She bit her teeth so as not to
allow her moans of hedonistic pleasure escape her lips. The Queen rotated her
fingers first over one shoulder, and then told Arya she should do the other
shoulder to make sure both muscles were given the same treatment to ‘keep them
in balance’.  Arya had thought that was a splendid idea.
Her pussy was so fucking wet. It was heaven.
It had been become a routine for the Queen to rub in liniment into Arya’s
shoulders and sometimes her lower legs, stating that her calves were tight. 
She had nearly cummed on the spot the first time feeling those strong fingers
rubbing and loosening her calves.  Gods it feltheavenly.
Then just this morning the Queen had asked her if she could trouble Arya to rub
liniment into her shoulders, complaining of a tightness.  The Queen had dropped
her blouse top to her waist.  Arya nearly died of happiness right then.  She
used every ounce of willpower to not throw the Queen on the reed mat and ravish
her on the spot.
Dany was so comfortable with her body she did not even know the affect it had
on Arya.  She supposed her time with the Dothraki had totally removed Dany’s
inhibitions. She did not even consider how it would affect Arya - the Queen
likely just assumed that they were both girls, and they had seen other naked
women. Arya hadn’t.  She would never admit that fact.  Only through Nymeria’s
eyes had she seen naked women, not her own.  She and Sansa had not been close
enough to share such intimacies about their desires.
It would have freaked them both out.
Dany’s breasts were perfect mounds on her chest, like plump oranges riding high
on the Queen’s chest so firmly. With just a little jiggle, Dany shifted her
weight and then stretched to ‘work the kinks out her spine’, she’d told Arya. 
Arya could hear the pop of her spine joints snapping.  Dany arched her back,
making her breasts thrust upward and Arya assumed that Dany must have been
chilled slightly, with her nipples so hard and her areolas crinkled. Arya’s
breath caught seeing the light brown color of the Queen’s areolas and nipples. 
Gods she wanted to suckle themsooooobad!
Arya had to rub her hands together while counting to ten to control her
trembling. Not only did Dany have Arya rub and massage her shoulders, but her
back as well. Arya’s next ten minutes were divine as her fingers worked the
queen’s shoulders and back.  Her pussy was soaked, especially when the Queen
pressed back into her hands.  The sudden push into her fingers while she worked
the down queen’s ribs had nearly caused Arya’s hands to touch Dany’s breast. 
The Queen would never forgive her!
For some reason the queen huffed then when Arya made sure to keep her fingers
only on her back.  She must have done something wrong.
All too soon, she could not excuse her continued massaging of the Queen’s
back.  “All done, my Queen.” Arya had announced with a flourish.
For some reason the queen huffed again and then told Arya she had to hurry to a
meeting. She seemed slightly agitated as she jerked her blouse back on. 
Daenerys stood up and remained still a moment, and sighed heavily before
turning around to thank her for her excellent ‘medicinal fingers’ she’d said,
wiggling her fingers waggling her eyebrows.  They had both laughed.  Dany
seemed alright after that, thankfully.  She assumed the queen had a lot on her
mind.
Arya could not think of anything she had done wrong.
She continued to practice her steps and with her two real weapons, improving
her sword work.  Her two masters observed her as they passed by the courtyard
on their way to the small council.
Arya continued to practice for another hour before taking a quick meal in the
common kitchen.  She loved being with the ‘common’ folk.  They seemed so real
to her.
She went back to the practice yard, and retrieved her bow.  She headed to the
greensward in the middle of King’s Landing to practice archery with Mya. Mya
was improving greatly with her archery skills, and she was also improving with
her swordsmanship. 
Arya liked Mya’s down to earth nature.  Neither her or Gendry had changed, from
what Dany told her.  They were honest and direct. 
Mya hugged her like a long lost sister whenever she greeted Arya. Arya found
she liked it. She missed a lot with Sansa with their senseless feuding.  Thank
the gods that was behind them now.
They shot arrows at the dummy butts. They laughed and joked. Arya contemplated
asking Mya for advice about her feelings about Dany, but didn’t dare risk the
girl being straight and freaking out with her unnatural desires for the Queen. 
Arya grimaced at her predicament. She would just have to make do with the
Queen’s platonic affections though she desperately wanted more.
 
Cowled Woman
The rain fell softly down from an angry sky.  The water fell onto the boughs
above the woman paralleling the party traveling down the Wayfarer Road, that
connected White Harbor to the King’s Highway.  The cold rain did not affect
her.  She did not feel it.
The road had even more traffic than normal.  The unsettled nature of current
events had armed soldiers and knights riding up and down the roads of
Westeros.  The Wayfarer Road was no different.  In the last six hours, banners
depicting various houses went up and down lane as marshalling forces went to
their staging areas.
The woman walking off to the side of the road silently noted all this as she
trailed a large party of knights. They had an emissary in their midst. The rain
fell down on the diminutive woman, completely soaking her cloak that was
cinched tight around her waist.  The sleeves of her cloak were large, and
barely showed the tips of her small fingertips. Her face was covered by a deep
cowl, hid in a well of inky darkness in the grey light.  The woman to all
appearances no more than a child in late adolescence. 
The woman lifted her head up, and let the cold rain fall on her face enjoying
the feel of the cold droplets.  The water beading on her face and then running
down her delicate throat.  She lowered her head again, and turned to look at
the party she was pacing a mile away. Her sharp eyesight spotted the emissary
easily.
He leaned from side to side, and would reach up and grip his forehead in agony.
The pressure of the wet weather caused the man intense pain, she observed.  She
watched the breath steam from his mouth.  All of them were chilled.  The
horses’ flanks shivering from the cold she did not feel.  No breath steamed
from her mouth.
The woman was walking in and out of little copses of willows and maples.  The
grass was waist high and above on the small woman. She moved through the tall
grass; plucking brambles without a sound. The clutching thorns seemed to slide
off her tunic.  The blades pushed aside like silk and closed behind the woman
with no fanfare.  She passed a fox, unnoticed by the small canine, as it ambled
down a small side trail right in front of her.
Small streams flowed aimlessly beneath her bare feet.  The woman did not feel
the cold on her bare feet.  The mud sucked on her feet the muck embracing each
toe in a lover’s embrace.  The woman effortlessly pulled each foot from the
muck that grasped the appendage like a spurned lover.  Her body was untouched
by the hypothermia that would have long ago sapped a normal person of warmth
and even consciousness.
Wet leaves clung to her small feet as she worked herself between and sometimes
through the tall underbrush.  She easily slipped the branches that tried to
catch her tunic.  Her body when possible dodged and almost sensually danced
through the rough, tall, dead weeds.  Thorns and seeds tried to catch her lower
legs, but she easily moved around their clasping grip.
When not possible she easily passed through the brambles pushing aside with her
hands and steady step.  Her body bulling through effortlessly.  No scratch on
skin or rent of fabric was left by the violent lover embraces of the twisted
briars. 
The woman cared little for the men she followed.  It was what the emissary was
carrying that interested her.  She came to a twelve foot deep creek that was
eight feet across.  Winter dead willows wilted over onto the surface of the
rank water.  The woman flexed her knees into a half crouch.  She effortlessly
jumped the creek, keeping her balance perfectly on the soft bank on the other
side.  Her feet sank deep into the mud.  A strong knight would struggle to
remove their feet from the sucking mud.  The cowled woman effortlessly pulled
her bare feet free.  She continued to walk on, paralleling the force of men and
horses on the road.
Just then, six soldiers on horseback rode past with the heraldry of a crown
above crossed long handled battle axes, with a background of yellow.  She liked
the color yellow. Earlier in the day she had seen other heraldry. She had seen
an eagle's head between crossed tridents, red on white on two traveling
knights. After that, she had seen a group of troop of soldiers trudging down
the road soaked with their heraldry of a black sword upright between four black
horseshoes on gold, a grey-green border.  Just an hour ago she had liked the
heraldry of a pine tree covered with snow in a pale green pile, on white.  This
accompanied a troop of four knights, and twenty foot soldiers.
She did not like the heraldry of the party of twenty-eight men surrounding the
man with the throbbing headache.  Their heraldry was of a red flayed man on
pink de sang.  The image and what it implied made her grind her teeth.  The
image bespoke of cruelty, and a lust for brutality. The woman looked inside the
men, and saw that the area of the brain that controlled aggression was more
developed in these men.  She saw also that their frontal lobe that contained
the premotor cortex which helped exercise self-restraint was less pronounced
than most humans.
These men had been raised on violence, and their neuron wiring had developed
along those lines. The woman took a calming breath that she did not need.  No
steam bellowed from her nostrils.  She needed no oxygen.  She hated men with a
deep-seeded passion.  She knew not all men were evil, but her imprisonment by
A-Jeroth in the abyss beneath Mount Thunder had driven her insane.  She had
been trapped for countless millennium gnawing on her anguish and hatred for the
man who had imprisoned her.
She had in time come to slaughter any man that came into her grasp, and took
into herself any woman and filled them with the self-hate, loathing, insanity
and fierce anger that consumed her.  She had been filled with self-hate because
it had been A-Jeroth’s sweet lies and her own lust for power and control that
led to her downfall.  For so long she had screamed in rage.
It had been Linden Avery surrendering herself willing into her evil grasp, and
then reasoning with her as she tried to drive the woman insane that saved her.
The Ringthane had reached her. She still was not sure how.  Her hate and self-
loathing had been total and complete. The woman had allowed her to totally
swallow Linden Avery. With white gold, Linden Avery resisted her attempts to
destroy her body.  She had flung enough power to crush mountains to powder and
rip the oceans from their basins and send them boiling into space, and still
the White Gold Wielder resisted her.
She felt Linden Avery healing the women within her, and throwing them out of
her being and into the surviving ur-viles.  Linden Avery had ripped her prized
women from her, hurling them into the demondim spawn. 
Linda Avery had told her how to slip the bounds of the Land, and the unknown
land of Westeros. 
As the Worm at the World’s end drank from the Blood of the Earth at its
southern font under Melenkurion Skyweir, the world began to founder and
crumble. As the laws of magic and physics frayed, She Who Must Not Be Named
slipped her prison to escape into the wide universe.
She had slapped Lord Foul as he called himself now, down with one backhand as
she slipped her shackles. 
Gods that had felt good, to so easily strike down her tormentor. She no longer
cared about him as she fled the dying world and went out into the universe.
Only the world had not died.  Linden Avery, her son Jeremey, with the new Staff
of Law and her husband Thomas Covenant had forged a new world on the template
of the old, dying world. The humans in Westeros, Essos and Southern Islands of
the northern hemisphere never even knew they had blinked out of existence for a
few brief heartbeats before the three had created a new world on the template
of the dead old world.
She had roamed the galaxy for the last forty thousand plus years since her
freedom. She had slipped into the alternative reality that had birthed Thomas
Covenant, his wife and adopted son, and walked among the humans of that
reality.
In her travels among the stars and various realities, she had learned to
control her anger and self-loathing.  It was still difficult at times, though. 
Her thoughts would return to the prison of the abyss, and she could feel her
old madness yammering for revenge and need to hurt others as she was hurt.
Six months ago she had decided to return to the world of her birth. She had
slipped from between realities on a wave of anti-graviton particles, slipping
through the wormhole anomaly she had created by phase shifting her molecular
vibratory spin of her very sub-atomic particles.
She had been surprised not to translate upon the renewed Melenkurion Skyweir. 
She had instead wound up on a high jutting rock along a beach.  She looked up
at the sky, and saw the stars that no human eyes could see.
She was in the Northern hemisphere.  How was this possible?  Her will was
absolute.  She Who Must Not Be Named looked down at the beach. In the distance
she saw a group of men and four women. Much nearer to her was a silver haired
woman who was three inches taller than her, and a dwarf walking side-by-side. 
She was proud of herself.  She did not desire to kill and torment either of
them.
She watched the silver haired woman pause.  She felt consternation and rising
rage flowing off the woman, and hope from the handsome dwarf.  Then the woman
stood before the little man.  He did not feel the absolute rage boiling hidden
beneath the woman’s false façade.  Then the little man felt terror as the woman
nearly garroted him.
Some things never changed, it seemed. 
She Who Must Not Be Named looked again at the silver haired woman with
beautiful violet eyes.  She was Earthpowerful. She was not magical, but
suffused with the essence of mystery that was Earthpower.  She was like the
Haruchai or Ranyhyn.  The woman was in fact filled to overflowing with
Earthpower.  She looked around, and opened her senses to the world.
As the woman and dwarf walked down the beach, the returned woman who was like
unto a god tuned herself to the world of her birth. After a few minutes, she
closed her senses back to more human levels.
The font of the Blood of the Earth in this hemisphere had been shattered over
four hundred years ago. A fool human with white hair and violet eyes had
allowed a Raver to lie to him.  He had drunk the Blood of the Earth, and
invoked the Power of Command.  An instant later, the land called Valeryia had
been destroyed. 
Not even she would dare drink the Blood of the Earth and attempt to give a
command. Only Linden Avery had drunk from the Ichor of the Earth and given a
command and not brought calamity.  Her tortured purity of heart and love guided
her to the proper command.
From that moment, magic had been decaying in the North.  In time it weakened
the bond the cold Earth had gripped the Ice King with.  He was now free and
planning to come South and destroy all human life.  He had formed an unholy
union with a Croyel.  She felt her anger suddenly boil and flood her with the
desire to translate her essence to the far north and confront this Ice King.
It would only take her several hours to unbind his entire army of dead.  She
would shatter his ice children, and then shatter his crystalline body with her
crushing hands, and then rip the Croyel apart. 
The next instant she discarded the idea. 
Her rage would be too much, she feared.  She would lose control of her
restraint, and once more become incorporeal. Instead of ice cold death coming
out of the North, it would be a green roiling cloud of death and insanity that
would come flowing out of the frozen north.  She would kill all men and consume
all women at a pace that the Ice King could never achieve. She would then
devour the land of Essos.
She would be compelled to cross over the guardians of the Soul Bitter and Soul
Crusher to attack the Southern hemisphere. Maybe the Lords and the Ring
Wielders could defeat her, but she doubted it. She would consume all life and
attack the now hated Elohim who never came to her defense and freed her from
her prison.
She had calmed herself then. She sensed this white haired woman was the locus
of the Earthpower’s dying defense.  She and two other women were being filled
with its essence to attempt to restore the Blood of the Earth, but first the
white haired woman would have to defeat the Ice King.
She Who Must Not Be Named could not dare expose herself to the Ice King. Her
desire for revenge against his vile maleness might overcome her control. The
Ice King with his power was the avatar of A-Jeroth, the man who imprisoned her
and instilled her native hatred of men.
She had learned in her roaming not all were evil.
This was not the case with the men she was now tracking. These men were filled
with the desire for violence. They were set to betray the white haired Queen.
She had determined that like the ur-viles, she would aid the Queen one time.
She hated these men and their willingness to betray their own kind for the
promise of power and avarice.    
She marked her quarry as they trudged down the road. She Who Must Not Be Named
moved silently through the tangled underbrush.  Her body slipping around and
between all the twigs and brambles grasping for her when possible or used the
smallest fraction of her strength to force passage through.
Her green tunic was untorn.  When a rent was made she instantly mended the tear
in the fabric.  The fabric was soaked in mud with her travels, but her flesh
was untouched by cut or mire.  In the far distance she saw the inn the group of
vile men were slowly moving towards.  The building slowly grew closer with the
tired gait of the horses slowly eating up the remaining distance to the inn. 
Finally, the men arrived at their destination.
She followed from a distance as the men went to the stables and put their
horses in for the night before heading to the large tavern that was well
situated for all the traffic. The four story building was long and rectangular
shaped.  The outside of the structure was done in a stucco and wooden beam
pattern.
She Who Must Not Be Named waited patiently outside in the rain that had started
to pour down with the clouds lowering and the cooling temperatures
precipitating the moisture out of the clouds. The rain now struck the woman
hard, but she ignored the downpour.  It did not affect her.  Her feet sunk in a
dank, boggy mush. She stood off to side of the road.  She again turned her
lidless eyes up to the sky and let the rain cool the heat of her thoughts.
The man, named Merrett Frey she’d learned by touching his mind, had again drank
himself into unconsciousness.  What she wanted was on the table beside his
head, lying there as he snored loudly.  It was time to act.
The woman walked resolutely to the road, and then crossed the mud and offal
with sure steps.  She walked up to the porch.  She took the two steps to get to
the main doors of the establishment.  With no effort, the small woman pushed
open the heavy oaken door. It swung back on well-oiled hinges.
The silent woman walked into the establishment. She looked around in the smoky
air that filled the common room. She looked to the right and left on the end
walls at the large hearths filled with logs that burned hotly.  Her deep cowl
completely hid her features.  The hearth filled with red hot cankers and pine
wood popped loudly as sap boiled in the flames.
She looked around the room mapping the location of the men from the House of
Bolton. They were eating and drinking noisily. The men were busy ordering
refills to their plates, and more ale for their mugs. The small woman moved to
the backside of the room, and found a seat along the bench that lined the
wall.  She was small, and found a spot to the side of a large man and a woman
who was laughing and jesting with him.
She felt the love between them, and turned her gaze scowling.  How could a
woman love a man?They were all traitors!  She took a deep breath, calming her
ire. She clenched her fist.  Her anger was never far from the surface. 
There were twenty large, rough-hewn circular tables that could seat at least
ten people each.  Three of the tables were filled with her quarry, and the rest
of the seats were taken by other travelers on the road. The tables were messy,
with spilt beer and water.  Pieces of broken loaves of bread and mashed
potatoes and detritus of various vegetables covered the areas around the plates
and mugs.  These human were messy eaters, she thought with distaste. 
The patrons were noisy as they ate. She would wait for alcohol to further dull
the senses of her quarry. She did not want trouble.  She strived for ease of
spirit and lack of conflict now.  All she had to do was touch the satchel that
carried what she sought.  She needed to touch it to do what she must.
She looked at the main bar.  It ran the length of back wall with a door leading
to the cooking area, the wooden slat door swinging to and fro as serving women
brought out food.  The two bartenders dipped out ale from big barrels and
freshly opened casks.  On the back wall lined the more potent distilled
spirits. 
The woman looked around and waited.  She observed some women come in and start
to ply the room. She listened as the whores made their bargains for the
pleasures of the flesh.  She idly thought such actions were a waste of time. 
She had never consummated her betrothal with A-Jeroth.  She had hoped for sweet
pleasures with A-Jeroth.  She wished such pleasures no more.  She had learned
to control her desires.
She hoped that some of these Boltons would partake of the prostitutes, but they
did not.  They laughed and jested and some were clearly intoxicated.  The Frey
had not moved. She looked around at the men guarding him. None were paying any
attention to the man.
It was time.
The small woman rose from her seat, her cloak mostly dry now.  Her bare feet
were crusted in mud that flaked off as she walked between the tables to her
quarry. One touch was all she needed. She went to the bar beside the drunken,
passed out man, and looked at her prize up close.
Her left hand moved across the counter and touched the satchel.
“What the hell are you doing, you fucking twat?” A man’s voice snarled.
The small woman continued to look forward.
“I saw you watching us, and the man at the counter. You some fucking spy,
twat?  Sending a fucking midget to do a man’s job,” the man snorted derisively.
“You are going to be sorry you were ever born, slut.”
The woman ground her teeth, her left hand balling into a fist on the
countertop.  She counted to ten as she had learned on the world of Thomas
Covenant.
The man laughed as several others joined him, standing behind their leader. 
All had their swords out.  The woman could feel their avarice.  They would use
this incident as a reason to rape her.
“Our lord told us to be on the lookout for any spies of the Queen.  Should have
known the cunt would send a female dwarf to do her bidding.”  His men laughed
again.
“Turn around and take that hood down. I want to see who we will be raping
tonight. I like some meat on my women, but hell, I’ll fuck a twig to get my
cock wet. There won’t be much left of you woman, when our lord is finished
flaying the skin off your face and tits.”
The room had gone silent as the dance macabre played out.
“I said turn your fucking self around!  I will not tell you again, girl!”
“I would advise you all to leave now.” The small framed woman responded, still
looking forward.  The room quieted. The woman’s voice echoed in the room as if
speaking from a tomb.  The sound cold and unnatural.
The men gaped for a second but brushed off the strange voice.  “Hahaha!  Neat
trick there with the voice girl.   You got to be fucking joking me!  You’re
telling me what to do?  Turn your fucking chicken leg ass around.”  The man
looked down “What the hell?  No shoes!  What kind of nimwit are you, cunt?”
The woman took a depth breath.  “This is your last warning. I will not show or
give any quarter if I turn around. Go back to your master.  Leave me be.”  She
woman continued to stare straight ahead, her body absolutely still.  The men
again heard the echoing voice as did the whole room now.  The room had become
as silent as temple mouse.  Everyone felt unease.  The men of Bolton looked at
each other.  Together they screwed up their courage to confront this strange
woman who displayed no fear.  This angered them.
“This is fucking insane.  Turn your godsdamned skinny ass around and face the
men who will break you, little girl.  Why the Queen sent a child to do her work
I do not know.  It won’t save you.”
The woman sighed a breath she did not need, and turned and looked at the man
who towered over her and had a broadsword six inches from her throat. He looked
down at her evilly.  He was unnerved that the woman showed no fear that he
could see.
“I’m not sure if you’re even worth the effort.  That twat must be tiny and
skanky, being out there in that weather. Probably has mold in it.”  Some of his
men behind him laughed at the jib.  “Maybe your asshole will be a better fit
for my giant cock.”
The woman calmly looked up at him, her cowl hiding all her features.
The loud man moved his sword forward and hooked it underneath the forward apex
of the silent woman’s cowl and pushed it back off her head.
The hood slid down to her shoulders, and all in the room who saw her gasped in
shock.
The man holding the sword gaped at her.  His eyes were large as he took in her
face.  The woman had the eyes of a demon.  They were completely circular, and
completely green, with no whites or irises visible. The otherworldly calm woman
had no eyelids.  Her eyes were the size of gold dragons.  The eyes of the woman
unnaturally bright in their bright green color.  The woman’s eyebrows started
near the bridge of her nose, but rose up at a forty-five degree angle to near
her hairline. Both her eyebrows and hair were a bright green.
The man saw her ears through the hair that went down to her shoulders. They
swept back to two points near the top.  Her ears were normal size except for
the long tips.  The points were long and sharp. 
Her face would have been beautiful, if it was not so unearthly.  The face
regarded the man without any fear apparent.  This frightened the man.  This
small child was not a third his size.   She was outnumbered over twenty to one
and she exuded no fear.  The small child like woman stood still and regarded
him coolly with her unnatural unblinking eyes.  The woman had the breast and
hips of a girl not yet flowered.  He sensed his woman was no maid fair waiting
to flower.  This woman was ancient he somehow knew.
The man made a snap decision.  He knew he was dealing with something not
natural. His shoulders bunched to drive his sword through the throat of this
strange woman. He would figure out what he was dealing with when he examined
her corpse. 
“No.” the woman spoke softly.  Though softly spoken the command echoed in the
room.
The man’s wrists jumped up with the sudden reduction of weight of his sword. 
His sword had turned to mist, and the smell of burnt metal filled the area
around the pair.
Quicker than anyone could register, the small woman stepped up to the man and
her left hand whipped up in a blur, and slammed into his chainmail.  Her
fingertips easily sliced through the mail, and her hand ripped up into the
man’s thoracic cavity, her hand closing around his heart and ripping it out
with a savage back jerk of her hand.
The man stared down, his eyes seeing with horror his heart still beating.  The
enzymes between nerve synapses still allowing electrical impulses to fire down
the neural pathways.
The woman looked up at him and squeezed his heart, making it explode in her
fist.  The woman’s hand went forward to thump the dead man who toppled back. 
The woman dropped the pulped heart.
The Bolton men were stunned for a few heartbeats. Then a man to the left
recovered and charged the woman, swinging down with his broadsword aiming to
cleave her head in two.
The woman’s hands rose up in a blur and struck his sword eighteen inches apart
from opposite sides.  The blade snapped into thirds.  The metal flung past the
woman.  The man stumbled and started to pass to the right of the silent woman.
 She pivoted and turned slightly.  Her right hand went up and chopped down.
The blow decapitated the man, sending his headless body slamming into the bar,
his neck gushing blood everywhere, soaking the woman’s feet and the hem of her
robe.
People were getting up, cursing and shouting in fear.  Women were beginning to
scream as they attempted to back away from the carnage erupting unlooked for in
their midst.
She Who Must Not Be Name turned calmly to face her foes. The rest of the Bolton
men looked uncertainty at each other, but rage at the loss of two of their own
quickly shook their stupor off.  They started to move forward.
The woman made a clawing motion, and a man two tables back had his face ripped
apart.  The front of his skull fell off, his brains unraveling and spilling
down.  Now the eating area was filled with screams and panic.
She turned and clenched her fists, and two men screamed as their hearts burst
in their chests.  The men fell to the ground kicking wildly. Blood gushed from
their mouths. Now men and women were running around in the large room nearly
trampling each other.  They screamed in panic seeking exit.
A man with a giant war axe had closed in to chop her head off. She ducked
underneath the mighty, furious swipe of the axe, and gripped the handle with
her left hand as the stroke whistled by.  She Who Must Not Be Named ripped the
weapon easily from his grip, and buried it in his back as he stumbled past the
small woman, the ax buried to the hilt. 
A man rushed her and she ducked his sword strike. She jumped up and her left
fist whipped out.  Her fist impacted on the man’s nose and drove clean through
his head.  The fist busted out the back of the man’s skull her wrist out his
head.  The man's skull and brains exploded out the back of the man's head.
The woman was covered in gore as she calmly shook the corpse off her arm.  She
looked at a man getting ready to throw a javelin at her.  She made a raking
motion of her right hand, her fingers clawed.  The man’s head was sliced into
quarters and fell the ground the cuts angled as blood and brain gushed out over
men and women beside him.
Men and women were screaming and running into each other in their panic, the
rising carnage soaking many in the gore of her kills.
Two men attempted to rush with their swords whistling down on her where she
stood calmly looking at them.  She ducked slightly to the right to miss the
first strike and moved forward faster than the eye could follow between the two
men.  The diminutive woman spun around and jumped up and gripped the back of
the men’s heads by their hair.  The men of House Bolton had still not
registered she was no longer in front of them.
The woman slammed their heads down into the hard white oak countertop. The
heads exploded into skull shards and brain pulp, the wood of the countertop
splintering.  Two big depressions were left where the ruined heads had
impacted.
She spun around  and ducked down with a sword missing over her and she surged
forward driving her arms clear through the thick chainmail clad man before
her.  Her short arms not able to fully puncture his thick body. The woman
ripped her arms out to the sides.  The man’s ribs explode out as lungs, liver
and intestines flung around and onto the milling people.
The screams in the establishment were rising to a crescendo of ragged panic.
A man was aiming his bow at her now. She made a hissing sound, and the man
screamed as blood gushed out his nose, eyes, mouth and ears as the blood boiled
in his veins.
The woman staggered back.  A man had gotten in and slammed his double bladed
battleax into her skull.  The blade exploded into thousands of shards.
The woman caught her balance.  The man was double over his fingers broken from
the wild vibrations of the exploding blade of forged steel.
The woman’s left hand with clawed fingers snapped forward.  Her fingers and
thumb punctured the man’s skull and sunk into the man’s skull to the third
knuckle.  His body flipped wildly in a death dance that did not make the woman
move an inch.  She pushed her arm forward and then snapped it back.  The man’s
dead body whipped up off the floor and arched through the air his body a
ragdoll to the woman.  The woman’s arm snapped in an arc behind her.  The man’s
body flew off her fingers and slammed into the wall of cubes and liquor
bottles.  The impact shattering all that was underneath or near the corpse
where it shattered into the wall.
The small woman was soaked in blood and gore from her green hair to her feet,
her hair mostly red now with white highlights of brain and bone fragments.  She
was unperturbed with being soaked in gore.
The fight had gone out of the rest of the Bolton men and they fled into the
night nearly knocking the outer door off its hinges in there panic.
The small woman looked around calmly.  The panicked humans screaming and
trampling each other did not even register with She Who Mush Not Be Named still
being in their midst.  They had only one thought.  Flee into the night outside
or up the stairs to hope for sanctuary.  Satisfied that any threat was gone she
calmly turned to the still passed out Merrett Frey.
She reached out and picked up the exact copy of the satchel and its contents
she had created before she was interrupted.  She put the satchel over her
shoulder and calmly walked through the main room where those still in the room
looked at her with shock.  Their breathing shallow and their eyes dilated. 
The petite woman walked out onto the front walkway in front of the
establishment.  She smirked at Heisenberg and his precious principle.  Of
course you could make duplicates.  The equations always balance on the
subatomic level.  The valance shells always balanced in their equilibrium.
She had the satchel with the treasonous correspondence between House Frey and
Bolton.  She would help the pale Queen in this one way.   Her scribe could
decipher the code.  The fool had left the cipher key in a side pocket.  If they
could not decipher then she was meant to fail.  If all life ceased in this
reality she would once again flee into the stars.
She How Must Not Be Named did not concern herself with the blood and gore
matting her hair and running down her limbs.
She walked out into the rain still falling in a downpour.  She moved to the
middle of the road.  The cold rain slowly cleansing her body of the gore that
soaked her small frame.  She was proud of herself.  She had killed those who
attacked her but she had not felt the need to attack and slay any others.  In
times past she would have killed all in the establishment.  Her control was
indeed improving.  She tilted her head back and let the cold rain fall on her
face.
The woman concentrated and created a quantum singularity.  She flooded it with
anti-gravitons and then shifted her vibratory phase of her very molecules down
to her quantum particles.  A white light flashed and pulsed several times like
a bright twinkling star in the middle of the road.  Then in the center of the
white flashing white light a black hole appeared and space seemed to fold in on
itself.  From the side, the apparition had no depth. 
In front of She Who Must Not Be Named a long tunnel formed.  From the black
singularity green bands of dark and light green flowed out in a right hand
twist.  Always moving out to the edge fading away just in front of the green
eyed woman.  She stepped into the singularity and slipped into sub-space and
was gone.  The singularity flared and disappeared. 
 
***** Of Anvils and Stables *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: Some graphic F/F sex at the end.
                                  Chapter 34
                             Of Anvils and Stables
Gendry / Mya / Barristan / Edric / Daenerys / Aurola Glovelyn / Mya / Epilogue
Gendry
Patrons, apprentices and vendors catering to the businesses located on the
Street of Steel walked up and down the thoroughfare.  They heard the sounds of
heavy sledgehammers and straight-peen hammers hitting heated steel ingots,
shaping the metal into the desired form.
Heat from the forges bellowed out of the shops, warming onlookers and those
just passing by.  Apprentices, and sometimes even master smiths themselves,
worked the bellows, sending concentrated air out the tuyere into the coals to
keep the coke white hot.  Entry level apprentices would poke the coals
periodically, to keep the fire at the proper level. Sometimes the apprentice
would take up a steel rake to remove slag, or use a slice for collecting coal
over the fire until the metal, held by tongs buried in the choke, began to glow
first red, and then white hot.
There were many smithies lining the lane.  The Street of Steel began its life
near the flood plane of the River Gate, often called the Mud Gate.  The lane
started up the rise in elevation to the west, across from Fishmonger Square,
where the catch of the day came into King’s Landing to be processed for
consummation.
The smiths on the end of Street of Steel that came up from Fishmonger Square
were not of the high level of skill that brought about the nobility and
knights; those businesses were for the general masses and for the businesses
that existed to serve the populace of the city. They made the items that the
everyday man, and especially the fishermen needed. Eating utensils, nails,
hinges, knobs, pots and skillets were produced on a utilitarian, easy-to-make
design.  They forged small parts for other craftsmen who produced lamps, parts
for wagon smiths, pipes and fittings for the rudimentary plumbing needs of
King’s Landing.  Those closest to Fishmonger Square produced hooks, sinkers,
net claps, pulleys, gutting and boning knives, bone scrapers, fillet knives,
cleavers, hooks, bone saws, and even the cable needed to run their pots and
nets in and out of the boats.
From the start of the Street of Steel at the Fishmonger Square, the laneway
made a lazy half turn to the west, and north around Visenya’s Hill.  The
elevation gradually rose as the lane worked up to the Great Sept of Baelor. The
smithies themselves gradually became more upscale along with the elevation. 
The higher the incline; the higher the level of craftsmanship. Near the top,
the smiths produced knives, forks and spoons - but they were not made cheaply
or coarsely.  The utensils were made of high grade steel, and just as often
silver, copper, and bronze. And for the very wealthy, the eating implements
were actually made of pure gold. Pots and pans were finely crafted as well,
with a polished shine that blinded one if the sun struck them. The stems were
often customized with ornate designs representing one House or another. 
The smiths also made exquisite works of art for mundane items like chamber
pots, sputum, bookends, storage boxes, and bins.  Fanciful scroll work were
created to tack to the facades of buildings, and on the sides of walls inside
homes.   
Further up the lane, by the base of Visenya’s hill, worked the artisans of
Street of Steel.  There the smiths made statues from the minuscule in size, up
to the huge mammoths that adorned public squares and the forays of lavish
homes, or even the innate gardens behind high privacy walls. Many of these
shops housed workers that specialized in the crafting of precious stone, along
with painters and masons.
Some smiths worked on the scale of the grandiose, where other smiths only
worked on the fine scale of personal jewelry. They specialized in necklaces,
bracelets, earrings, and rings for fingers, toes and noses, piercing studs and
caps, anklets and belts for all sort of attire.  The works they created were
exquisite works of art.  The craftsmanship sought after throughout the known
world.
Where the Street of Steel made a lazy half turn around the base of Visenya’s
Hill to the Great Sept of Baelor, the smiths of craft gave way to the
implements of war.  The hook in the road nicknamed the Arakh.  The exotic name
caught the ear of the knights, nobles, hedge knights and sellswords walking up
the road.  It got them in the frame of mind to spend money for finely crafted
weapons.
The first shops in that section of Street of Steel worked to make the weapons
for Hedge Knights, and the conscripts called into service when the Houses went
to war. These smiths made the common weapons of basic swords, pikes and
arrowheads for the common soldiers that came to meet the call of their Lords.
 The weapons while not exquisitely created; they were functional and served the
user well.   The Stormlands and the Crownlands received many of the weapons for
their foot soldiers from the forges of the lower ranking smiths of the armory
section on the Street of Steel.
As one moved up the lane as it curved back towards the Temple of Baelor, the
quality of the workmanship as well as the quality of the steel used in the
weapon making improved markedly.  The steel became better tempered, with more
of the impurities hammered out of the iron, and more secret ingredients added
to strengthen the steel.  This is where the nobles and the knights of renowned
went for their weapons.  These were the patrons with the money to pay for such
fine workmanship. 
Here weapons were created that would stand there owners well.  The blade were
hone to a razors edge and the blade would keep their edge with minimal
maintenance.  The blades tempered so not to break in battle.  The blades and
scabbards were crafted to be pleasing to the eye.  The blades crafted to uplift
the spirit and confidence of the owner and sow doubt in the hearts of the
owner’s foes.
As the end of the Street of Steel was reached, the best and most skilled of the
smiths for armor and weapons could be found.  The most highly regarded of those
masters was a smithy by the name of Tobho Mott.  He was the most highly
regarded master armorer in King's Landing, and, in reality, all of Westeros. 
His shop resided at the very top of the Street of Steel.
His establishment, Qohor Sorcerers Anvil, was a structure of three stories. 
His shop, made of timber and plaster, was larger than all the other buildings
on the Street of Steel. Its upper stories towered over the street. The double
doors had an ebony and weirwood carving of a hunting scene depicted on it. Two
stone knights, clad in red suits of armor in the shapes of a griffin and a
unicorn, stood guard at the entrance to the smithy. The west end on the first
floor was open, and housed the actual smithy itself, with five forges and their
supporting bellows.  The second floor housed prized artisans that added
adornments to the weapons they made, such as jewels on highly crafted pommels,
or scarabs of the highest quality and ornamentation. The third floor was the
residential floor, where the owner and his journeymen and apprentices dwelt. 
Tobho Mott treated his acolytes as family. 
Not only was Tobho Mott regarded for the sheer excellence of his work, and the
subtle and sublime design of his craft, he was a smith who had learned his
trade in Qohor.  He was one of the few armorers who could work Valyrian steel. 
Of all the armorers in King’s Landing, he claimed to be the only one who could
add tint to the metals in a suit of armor, or a blade itself, without using
dye.
This day Tobho Mott was out making calls to patrons, checking on their recent
purchases and making sure the clients were satisfied with the work.  He was
also taking more orders.  Each commission generated more business, and the word
of mouth from satisfied customers traveled fast.
Word of Tobho Mott’s work had crossed the narrow seas to the Ports of the Free
Cities.  Patrons coming to his shop speaking broken Westerosi to ask for the
creation of swords, battle axes, pikes and war hammers.
Gendry Mott was at work at his father’s station.  He heated up the end of the
sword he had been working on, and pulled out the new ingot of heated steel that
he had begun to work at the end of the previous day.  His heavy lump hammer
began the process of drawing the metal ingot out to reduce its thickness.  He
worked the new ingot to match it to what he already forged.  He drew out the
length and width of the metal he intended to forge into the base of the shaft
of the sword he was creating. 
His heavy hammer slammed again and again into the metal until he had it near
the thickness he required.  He then picked up both pieces, and took them to the
forge.  Two apprentices worked the bellows, blowing air out over the coke that
a journeyman raked, and then added more coke to keep the fire at just the right
heat and height.  
Gendry smiled, recalling the days when he was a lowly apprentice.  He looked
back affectingly to those years.  Even back then his master had treated him
with respect, and, even fatherly love. When the Queen had removed the stigma of
his birth, he had thought long and hard about what name he would take. 
Robert Baratheon had never been his father.  He knew whohad been.  He had gone
to Tobho, and asked his master if he could take his last name.  The man had
been a confirmed bachelor all of Gendry’s life.  He had some great burden of
the heart in his youth, and eschewed the love of a woman. Instead, the man had
devoted all his efforts and affections into his trade and craft.  His
apprentices and journeymen were the sons he never had.
Gendry had been embarrassed when the old man had started to cry and hug him
profusely.  Tobho told Gendry that he would take over his business when he
retired.  He told Gendry that he had hoped to do this for years, and though he
dreamed of this, he had always believed that the boy whom he had come to think
of as his son would leave, like all journeymen eventually did.  Tobho started
referring to Gendry as his son from that very day.  He had Gendry move into his
personal quarters on the third floor, into a spacious bedroom.
Gendry had never known that it had always been bittersweet for Tobho when his
journeymen achieved their goals and became their own masters. Once they passed
their exams, they were given diplomas that read: “Smithy Master Guild Hammer
and Tong”. Most couldn’t even read the commemorative words themselves. They
were also given the Copper Hammer and Silver Tong engraved with their own names
on them. With these symbols of his craft, the graduated master could leave his
training to join any other master seeking a partner, or set up shop for
himself. 
Gendry had not thought any of it that big of a deal.  Tobho had only ever
treated him with honor and respect.  He never mistreated Gendry in his youth,
and had only helped him achieve his goals of becoming a Master.  He had even
gone so far as to start to show him the mysteries of working with Valyrian
steel.
Gendry encouraged the bellow apprentices to pump harder as he looked at the
steel glowing cherry red, and then hot white.  He took out two open bit tongs
to grip the two pieces of metal, and brought them to the anvil, placing the
blade shaped metal shafts end to end with the molten tips over each other. Then
he picked up his heaviest double-faced sledgehammer.  Gendry pounded the two
metal lengths into each other, making two into one. 
His mighty sledgehammer stuck the two pieces one over the other, again and
again, as the metal shafts began to meld into the other with each savage
pounding strikes of his hammer. Under his might, they were starting to fuse. He
gripped the new length at each end, and brought the now merged shaft up to eye
level.  He carefully eyed the newly formed sword shaft, and was pleased by what
he saw.
He put the length of the metal into the forge, and quickly reheated it.  Then
he pulled the metal back out, and took it back to the anvil and finished fusing
the metal until he had the length that he needed.  He gripped the new,
unfinished blade and slapped it into a large tub of water.  The water hissed
and bubbled, cooling the metal.  After a moment he pulled it out, and inspected
it for cracks or any undue warping.  Satisfied, he found none.
He put it aside on a metal table that he had crafted himself.
His head brushed against a set of amour plates he had been smithing for a
knight’s horse.  He pulled down the sections that would cover the rear
haunches.  He inspected the metal, satisfied with the work he’d done so far. 
He took out his punch and set hammer, and began to to notch holes in the bottom
edge of the amour piece, to run leather thongs through that would hold the
armor in place on the mount. 
As he took a file to smooth out the metal that had flared out around the new
holes, Gendry reflected on his current situation.  He smiled, looking up and
seeing the helm he had made so many years ago, in the shape of a bull’s head.
Even back then he proudly told himself his skill had been great.  He had
thought of making a new one a few years back, with a stag motif, but in the end
he decided to keep the original.  He had no real desire to take the stag as his
standard.
He would one day take over his father’s business, and continue on the tradition
of quality work that was the envy of all.
He had other reasons to smile as well.  Lately, Mya had been coming to sup with
him and Tabho.  She had gotten on well with Tabho, and the man already thought
of her as his daughter in turn.  The old smith only smiled and waved them good
cheer when they’d retire to Gendry’s bedroom.
The sex with Mya was mind blowing.  She was strong and hungry in their bed. 
She wanted all of Gendry’s strength and stamina in bed when they fucked.  She
was as insatiable as he was.  Gendry was happy that Mya had not only inherited
their father’s height and strength, but his sex drive as well.  They were most
compatible.
Mya was starting to make decisions about their future, and fully supported
Gendry taking Tabho’s last name.  For her part, she had kept her bastard last
name.  She was proud of it now, and practically dared anyone to say anything
derogatory to her.  She knew she had the Queen’s full backing and blessing. 
Mya was also taking to the weapons training that they shared during the noon
time, the hours most smiths closed down to avoid the extreme, damaging heat.
This gave Gendry and Mya time to train, and then go back to his room or her
stables in the hayloft and fuck.  When they fucked in the royal haylofts, they
had to share space with several girls that were going at it hot and heavy in
the hay loft with them.  They would hear them fucking like weasels, with loud
wails of ecstasy. It got them hot hearing it as they sneaked over to the part
of the loft in the back they preferred.  The girls had to know they were there,
but they did not care as they buried their faces in each other’s pussies,
eating steamy wet gash.
One girl was obviously a highborn noble, and the other a poor urchin from
Fishmonger’s Square.  One girl had the glow of a life of ease.  Her clothes
laid out were of the highest quality, and the best made.  The other girl had
plain, homespun clothes and hands that had calluses on them as she
fingerblasted her writhing lover.  She had a plain, girl next door kind of
beauty. Their heated rutting always inspired them to fuck harder in the hay.
They sometimes could hear the highborn girl weep after making love to her
partner, saying she would leave everything for her lover - but the lowborn
would not hear of it.
Their plight tugged at Gendry’s heart.
There was a noise, and Gendry looked up, startled.  The Queen was entering his
establishment.  He straightened his back, and ran his fingers through his
sweaty black locks, pushing a few strands behind his ears.
The Queen of course had her royal hostage Arya Stark with her.  He greeted the
Queen, wiping his hands clean (or at least trying to). The Queen laughed and
took his dirty hand without any hesitation.  He was always surprised how
calloused her hand was.  He shook the shy Stark girl’s hand after, and was not
surprised to feel it covered with callouses as well. 
All in King’s Landing had heard the story of their initial meeting.  It had
become the matter of lore by now – ‘Love at First Fist’.  The two women were
perfectly respectable to each other though, with no hint of impropriety between
them.  They even maintained a perfect distance. 
That facade quickly fell when they thought no one was watching them.  That’s
when their eyes revealed all that needed to be said. There were pools all
around in King’s Landing among the working class betting on when the two women
would become lovers.  Gendry could see Arya mooning over the Queen while
Daenerys’ violet eyes burned with raw lust.  Gendry knew this look because he
saw the same look in Mya’s eyes when she looked at him.
As he watched, the Queen and Arya moved deeper into his smithy.  He looked at
the front of his father's shop.  He gasped aloud.  They turned to look at him,
and then noticed what had caused his reaction.  They turned back around,
unconcerned.
Behind them loped a large Direwolf, the size of some of the fucking horses in
the stalls of Mya’s royal stables.  He was stunned at the sheer size of the
beast, and how it gambled into his establishment as if it belonged there.  It
came up between the two women, who both reached up absently to scratch the
massive snout of the beast affectionately. The top of the beast’s head was six
inches over Arya’s head. The women were totally unconcerned having the massive
beast beside them.
The Direwolf, with its dark grey pelt with white highlights, moved forward into
the smithy and slowly came up to Gendry.  The beast may have been larger than
her mistresses, but the wolf still only came up to his upper chest. The beast
lifted its snout, and looked up at him with golden eyes. Gendry could see the
intelligence in the wolf’s eyes.  The wolf looked around, and then back at
him.  Then the wolf looked back at its masters, and then back at Gendry one
last time, bumping him with its body.
Gendry understood.  The two women were under her protection, and Gendry was to
not try and come between them, or her with them.  Gendry nodded, indicating
that he understood.  The wolf woofed at him softly.  Then, without warning, the
wolf rose up on its hind legs and put its forearms on his shoulders.  She stood
over him now, and the Direwolf looked down at him with its burning eyes.
Worried, he looked over at Daenerys, but she did not seemed concerned.  He
looked back up at the Direwolf who turned her head, looking at him.  She licked
his face once, and jumped back down, returning to Arya who scratched her side
while the Queen moved over and rubbed her cheek. The wolf’s tail thumped loudly
on a cabinet.
After looking around at his work, the Queen and Arya moved over to him smiling
softly.  They asked about his work and inquired as to the health of Tabho
Mott.  Gendry was always mightily impressed with the Queen’s genuine interest
in the subjects of her kingdom.  Arya was obviously impressed with the weapons
on display.
Gendry idly thought that he had no desire to fight either woman.  His male ego
felt no threat or need to try and prove himself against his Queen; he would
lose.  He was wise enough to accept that plain fact.  The Queen had smashed her
way across Essos, and Gendry had heard the rumors that the Stark girl was also
a terror with her blades.  She liked to fight with broadsword, and a small,
crudely crafted rapier-type blade.  Word was that her strength and agility was
matched only by the Queen.  She even had Barristan and Syrio respecting her
physical prowess.
Her ability to master new techniques and fighting styles was the talk of the
Red Keep.  The Queen had found her match, it seemed.  The Stark girl had the
same preternatural abilities that the Queen had.  If she kept improving at the
rate she was, it would be truly frightening how skilled this small teenager
could become. 
Gendry had to shake his head.  Mya was beautiful to look upon.  Arya did not
have the beautiful caste that the queen did, but she had an allure all her
own.  Arya had the girl next door beauty.  Arya had a more handsome caste to
her features, with her angular face and the way her curled locks ran in front
of her ears while the rest of her shoulder length hair was pulled behind them. 
It was those steel grey eyes, though, that gripped you.  They were focused and
bright, and always on the Queen.  He smiled, watching Daenerys showing Arya
things, always touching her to get her attention.  Yes, it would only be a
matter of time.  The Queen spent all the time she could legitimately allocate
with the girl. 
Gendry had a sudden idea, thinking of love.
He stammered, asking the Queen for a moment of her time.  The Queen had
laughed, that pure, beautiful laugh that she had.  He hesitated, but the Queen
said she wanted anything he had to say be shared with the Stark girl also.
He told her of the plight of the two girls in the royal stables.  How the
difference in births was so unfair and cruel.  He noticed how aptly Arya Stark
hung on the Queen’s response.
Daenerys considered carefully.  She said that she would definitely contemplate
the situation.  She had to consider the fact of the difference of their births,
and that the priests of the Baelor did not accept same-sex relations.  She
would have to respect the mores of the major religion of her Southern Kingdom. 
She would not cause them more trouble by further stirring up the conservative
elements of her realm.
Still, she had a soft heart, and would consider it.
Gendry saw Arya deflate a little at her pronouncement.  Gendry himself was
surprised that the Breaker of Chains would show such regard to the bigotry and
misogyny evident in the sept of Baelor.  He would love to see that institution
brought low.
Maybe another day, he mused, as he watched the two women leave his
establishment laughing and talking animatedly. 
 
Mya
Mya walked up to the roan named Willow.  The horse nickered, seeing his
favorite human approach him. She calmed the stallion.  She was always so gentle
with him.  She had her hand in her right pocket, and the horse nickered again,
then hoofed the hay-strewn dirt floor in anticipation.  He was not disappointed
when she brought out a small handful of sugar cubes. 
She held out her hand and giggled, feeling the horse’s lips rubbing over her
palm as Willow nibbled the delicious treat up off her hand.  The horse’s ears
twitched, and his eyes shined after eating the treat.  Next, she pulled out an
apple that the horse took greedily.
Willow chomped on the apple as Mya reached into her back pocket and pulled out
her hook pick.  Mya ran her hand down Willow’s leg, and gently squeezed his
tendon.  The stallion lifted his foot up off the ground.  Mya gripped the
proffered foot, bending down and pulling the foot up to place it on her knee.
Mya took her pick, and starting at the heel of the hoof, picking forward to the
toe.  She carefully removed all rocks, dirt and other foreign objects she found
in the grooves of his hoof, and lodged underneath the edges of the horseshoe.
 She made sure to clean the grooves on either side of the frog, but as it was
more sensitive, she avoided using the hoof pick there and instead pulled out a
fine tooth brush, and patiently worked the frog clean.
Mya continued working her way around the horse, cleaning all four hooves.
As she worked, Mya moved a little gingerly.  The sex with Gendry the night
before had been explosive, as always.  She loved how he had the stamina to fuck
her hard and deep, again and again.  They made love hard when they went to bed,
and would wake up several times during the night to make love again.  The last
time he had pounded her hard in the ass.  Mya loved the intensity of anal
orgasms, and Gendry did not shy from fucking Mya the way she liked it.
Mya pulled her curry comb off the hook on her belt.  She used it to remove
loose hair from the Willow. The whale baleen curry comb was designed to loosen
up dirt, mud, and bits of things caught in a horse's coat.  She worked it
against the grain on the horse’s coat, moving it in vigorous, small, circular
motions over the horse's muscles, avoiding bony areas like the face, spine and
legs. Mya worked one side to the other, starting from the neck, then easing to
the barrel, and then all the way to the rump and back around again. 
Then Mya retrieved her dandy brush.   The hard-bristled brush was used to take
off the dirt and hair brought out by the curry comb.  She worked the brush in
short, straight-flicking motions to allow the bristles to get all the way
through the coat to whisk the dirt out.  She started at Willow’s neck, and
worked back towards the tail of the stallion.  She did not use the hard brush
on the horse's legs, as they were much more sensitive than the rest of body. It
became uncomfortable for the horse if brushed too hard with the dandy brush.
Once completed, she pulled out a soft cloth and used it on the more sensitive
parts of the horse that she could not groom with the dandy.
She pulled out the body brush to finish Willow’s grooming.  The brush was quite
soft and could be used on all areas of the horse as a result of its texture. 
She was very careful around the face as the soft brush removed all remaining
surface dust and hair. Then she moved to clean the horse's face with a wet
sponge. She wiped Willow’s eyes, and cleaned out his nose.  She got a new
sponge to wipe the dock area under Willow’s tail.  Because these areas were
constantly moist, it was easy for dirt and mucus to build up and they needed to
be cleaned up regularly.
Then she started to brush out Willow’s mane and tail. Before she started with
the comb, she used her fingers to separate the hairs caught in large tangles.
Then she used a wide- bristled mane comb to get tangles out of the thick hair.
She gripped the whole tail, but worked the mane one large section at a time in
one hand to avoid tugging, while brushing it out with the other.
She made sure to talk to the horse, and kept her hand on Willow so that he did
not get spooked.
She rubbed a talcum powder into the main and tail, and then worked it in with
her fingers.  This would help keep the tail from tangling.  Once that was done,
she put in a moisturizer to make the hair look shiny.
Finally, she pulled out the medicinal powder and put it on the horse in a light
coating.  The powder would discourage flies from alighting and biting the
stallion. Fly bites annoyed the steed, and horse flies could actually cause
sores.  The flies annoyed Mya too, but she did have a powder for herself.
Done, Mya gave the stallion some carrots and another apple for his patient
behavior.  She pet his rippling coat, enjoying the power she felt just
beneath.  It reminded her of the power of her man.  Gendry was so strong and
virile. 
She chuckled thinking about him.  He sometimes got confused and a little
belligerent, but she easily calmed him down and helped him to figure out was
best for them and their future. Just like with the horses.
She had had a little difficulty in getting him to accept her love for him,
though.  He had been so hung up with the ‘sin’ of incest. She told him to shove
it.  They were no more brother and sister than the sun and the moon. They had
led totally different lives, and did not know each other until the Queen
brought her to King’s Landing less than a year ago.
They were not all that related anyways as Mya saw it, with each of them having
different mothers.  The Targaryen’s had been marrying brother to sister for
generations.  She had heard it was normal in Valyrian society for such
marriages.  She liked that.  She had been informed of Cersei and her children
as well.  Hell, everyone with a pair of eyes could have seen that Jamie and
Cersei Lannister were fucking each other, with the Queen crapping out his
babies on a regular basis.
She recalled her seduction of her big bull of a lover.  She had told him she
needed help moving some hay bales in the upper loft over the royal stables. 
She had not needed any help, of course.  She had kissed him a few times, but
the silly oaf had pushed her away. 
She had been terribly hurt until he started bloviating about it being wrong and
a sin against the great sept.  He did not really believe in the silly beliefs
and yet he let them cow him. That had angered her greatly.  Everyone knew the
damn Septons and their female counterparts Septas were busy fucking each
other.  Hell the Septas as a rule preferred fucking their own sex.  They loved
seducing the young maidens sent to them.  Instead of working to save their
souls they worked to bust their cherries.  She had heard their monasteries were
dens of hot lesbian debauchery.
You simply could not suppress human sexuality.  It always came out when you
attempted to suppress it.  It was humanly impossible.  Mya snorted thinking of
the Silent sisters or by the name she liked to call them:  the Stranger's
wives.  They did offer solace to the living and care for the dead.  She had
seen them in the Vale.  She had come across the six silent sisters that had
come for a young noble taken by the fever.  She had gone to check on them in
the hunting cabin they had been provided.
She had looked in the window after the sun had set.  The sisters were not very
silent.  They were drinking wine and laughing and joking.  Then as she watched
the women nearly ripped their cloaks getting them off and fell on the furs in
front of the fireplace and its hot burning fire.  Mya preferred cock but seeing
those six women for the next two hours simply fuck each other out had sent Mya
to her current lover with an ache between her legs.  He had been most exhausted
by the next morning.
Her thoughts came back to her current lover.  Gendry who she had decided would
be her mate.  She could still see his eyes nearly bulging out his sockets when
she stripped before him.  Then he stood shock still as she fell to her knees,
and quickly fished out his raging hard boner out his trousers and went down on
him.  He had moaned so good for her as she sucked his massive cock.
Soon she was on her back as he rammed his manhood deep into her, pounding her
balls deep.  He had roared so sweetly when his cock exploded deep in her belly,
shooting off hot bolts of hot cum into her womb so hard and hot.  She felt each
hard hot spurt deep in her belly and it felt so delicious. 
He had been lacking in some skills, but she had quickly corrected that lack of
experience.  He fucked her far better than any of the lovers she’d had in the
vale.  He was so attentive, and tried to give her all the pleasure he could. 
She was quite besotted with the man.  He was especially good at sucking her
off.  Gods that boy loved pussy!
She knew they could not officially wed, but she already considered herself the
life mate of Gendry Mott.  She had a suspicion that their Queen would
eventually be making many things possible.  Daenerys would likely open many
doors for the oppressed and marginalized in her kingdom that stretched clear
half way around the world. 
She was hearing gossip that supported this.  It seemed the Queen had found
herself a paramour.  Mya liked to have her ass slapped and haired pulled, but
the Queen and this ‘Arya Stark’ took courtship to a whole other level.  She had
heard many versions of the fight in the throne room.  That they had fired
arrows at each other, running around the Iron Throne. Another story had the
Queen leaping off the throne to land on the Stark girl.  Another had them
picking each other up and slamming into the steps of the Iron Throne, and then
up to the actual throne before throwing each other off.
Whatever the truth, it had undoubtedly been most violent.  All accounts had
them looking like a side of beef in the butcher shop covered in bruises and
contusions by the end.  They had been limping, and Arya was in a wheelchair the
next time she was seen.
By the end of a week, they had both miraculously recovered from their
injuries.  Their fight and miraculous recovery was on the way to making them
legends among the common folk. That also started rumors of witchcraft, and
consorting with demons, or talk that they were goddesses come to Earth. The
more reasonable just assumed they had freakish healing abilities.
Mya tended to think the latter.
It was funny how things happened.  Just as she was thinking about the Queen and
her ‘royal hostage’, the objects of her reflecting just so happened to enter
the royal stables.  They were both dirty and sweaty, and it was obvious that
they had been in the practice yard working with the two sword masters of the
Red Keep.  It amazed her still that the Queen, and now Arya Stark, were able to
actually fight these men without them holding back.
It was cute how the two were already so attached at the hip.  They had nearly
knocked each others teeth out, and beat the shit out of each other, and now
they were inseparable.  It really was cute, in a kinky way.  Evidently the way
to the Queen’s heart was through a left cross to her jaw.
They walked into the stables, and strode over to the Queen’s warhorse she had
selected when she arrived in King’s Landing.  It was a mean-tempered black and
white stallion destrier.  The beast was named Ironshod Mephistopheles.  The
horse was a defiant, ill-tempered beast.  He was known for biting and kicking
one at the must unsuspecting of times.  He would lull you into a stupor of
trust, and then strike most painfully.
The Queen walked up to the vile beast, and, as he always did, he stomped his
hoof and shivered with happiness to see her. Then the horse lowered his head
and whickered, as the Queen scratched its ears and lips.  Arya approached with
apples, and the horse eyed her, and then took the apples gently.  The Queen was
obviously trying to have the horse to take to the Stark as well as herself. Mya
laughed quietly, as the horse acted like a wimp with them.  What magic touch
did the Queen have?
Gendry had told her of their visit to his smithy the week before.  She did not
see the Direwolf, so this visit must have been pre-planned.  That beast would
have sent the horses into a panic.  The women moved around together after they
had made the destrier happy with more apples, carrots and sugar cubes.  The
Queen really had the horse wrapped around her little finger. 
It seemed Daenerys had someone else wrapped around her little finger as well.
The Stark girl hung on every word the Queen said, and would sometimes just nod
at the Queen when she asked Arya something with her big steel grey eyes all
agog.  The Targaryen somehow did not seem to recognize the love struck gaze,
and would patiently repeat her question, with the younger girl shaking off the
Queen’s spell and hiding her feelings beneath a mask of noble decorum.
It was only when the Stark was looking at or touching something, with her eyes
entirely off of the Queen that Daenerys let her visor drop, and stared at the
girl with aching longing.
So the Queen was indeed gay.  Mya smiled.  She may not be attracted to women
that way herself, but she was happy for any woman who found love with her own
sex.  She had to admit they were both fine to look at. The Queen was radiant,
with her tight fitting blouse showing off her beautiful little titties.  Arya
was flat chested, as much as Mya could tell. Not that it mattered though, Mya
had a small bosom too.  Gendry said the cutest thing about it, once - “anything
more than a mouthful is a waste anyways.” as he sucked her entire boob deep
into his mouth, and suckled like a starving babe.  It had made her sensitive
nipples scream in pleasure.
She bet Arya’s nipples were equally sensitive.  Nature took and gave back. 
They came up to Mya, and she observed fresh cuts and welts on their forearms. 
They had obviously been practicing recently.  Mya smiled at that.  She and
Gendry were practicing too.  He practiced with his war hammer, and she with a
broadsword.  Her height and weight made her big enough to easily allow her to
use the sword.
Gendry had actually crafted a sword just for her.  He had fitted it precisely
for her hand. She had fucked him blind that night, after he had given it to
her.  She loved the feel and balance of the sword.  She had named it Vale
Shade. 
Two weeks ago, Barristan had come to them.  He told them that he had been told
that they were practicing with their weapons of choice.  He would be honored to
train with them, when time and schedules permitted.  They had discussed their
schedules and agreed to go to him on Sunday mornings, and three times during
the week during the noonday break.  The old knight had smiled and agreed.
Mya had been most pleased when the man had treated her as an equal.  He gently
corrected her again and again, as she began the rudimentary foot work and sword
movements the master was teaching her.  Barristan would move to Gendry and help
her boyfriend work on his footwork and maintaining his balance while using his
war hammer. It was a weapon that was easy to overextend with.  He trained
Gendry on using the long handle as a blocking force to keep swords at bay,
until an opening for his hammer appeared.
They would work at their lessons deep into the night after dinner in the little
courtyard behind Mott’s. The many oil lamps cast an almost ethereal glow around
them as they fought.  Her future father in law applauded them as the journeymen
and apprentices whooped. They too wanted to learn.  Tobho Mott would allow it,
so long as their work did not suffer.
Mya knew her skills were improving.  Not like what she heard about Arya Stark,
though.  She was already accomplished when she arrived at King’s Landing, and
now she was being polished to a fine, keen-edged weapon of death.
Just like her Queen.
The Queen and her royal hostage easily conversed with Mya. They both seemed to
really care about her work, and how she felt about her current station. The
Queen especially wanted to make sure that Mya was still happy working directly
for her. Did Mya need something more?  Did she want to pursue another field? 
Did she require a larger residence?  Mya knew the woman was trying to make up
for her bad treatment as a bastard in the Vale. 
Mya showed the pair around, introducing them to some of the other horses
currently in the stable and not out running in the paddocks.  The Queen was as
gentle with all the other horses as she was with her own warhorse. They all
seemed to be at peace in the Queen’s presence.
When they finally left, Mya saw them walking just that little bit closer than
decorum dictated.  Yes.  Those two would undoubtedly soon be Queen and Queen. 
Mya could not wait. 
Daenerys was obviously trying to hide her gay nature.   She had probably been
contemplating a royal marriage of political convenience.  That would soon fall
by the wayside.  Soon those two women would consummate the love that was
radiating off of them like the sun at midday.
She needed to get in one of those betting pools.  She gave it two months, or
maybe two and half months, tops.  They were already spending all of their time
together, and the Queen was lusty from the rumors she’d heard.  The Stark girl,
on the other hand, radiated a suppressed sexual dynamic. 
It would be explosive, she was sure, when they did finally consummate their
love.  They would have a lot of making up to do for lost time.
 
Barristan
Barristan took a moment to catch his breath.  It was Sunday morning, and he had
finished his training with Daenerys and Arya.  He pushed them to their limits,
and they in turn pushed the master of Westeros.  He had been training Daenerys
Targaryen for almost six years now, and he was so proud of the young woman. 
She had been a slip of a girl when he began her training at fourteen years
old.  She had long ago mastered all he and Syrio had to teach her.  She had
learned both the broadsword and the rapier, but it always made Barristan feel
smug to think that Daenerys had gravitated to the broadsword.  Daenerys was not
the kind of woman to lunge forward with the tip of a thin blade when she could
slash and hack her way to victory.
Arya had certainly been a surprise to him.  She had seemed so unsure of herself
and hesitant when she had first come into the throne room that fateful day.  He
had seen the bastard sword on her hip, and another strange sword on her other
hip.  She had clutched her bow like she had never used one before. He had been
shocked that Eddard Stark would allow his daughter to humiliate herself like
that in front of the Queen.  He thought that Ned had indulged the child, and
let her think she was something that she clearly was not. 
That thinking had quickly changed.  He still blanched at how she had completely
fooled him.  Once she had been ignited with the fire of humiliation, the girl
turned from a meek lamb to the Direwolf of her House’s banner. It was all done
within a moment so fast, that Barristan still replayed it time and again in his
mind.  Since the ‘incident’, as he called it, in the throne had occurred, he
could not truly wrap around in his mind how fast the girl moved. 
The young woman was indeed one with her bow as well.  Before he was able to
react and pull his sword halfway out of its scabbard, Arya had pulled her bow
up and notched two arrows at once on the bowstring and let loose.  It had
literally only taken her the blink of an eye to notch and fire.  He had
watched, horrified, as the arrows launched from the same pull seemed to
magically separate in flight, and land into the Iron Throne one inch from each
of The Queen’s ears.
He had seen many archers in his day, and never had he seen that kind of skill.
The only ones he had ever heard with that kind of ability were those who
followed the way of Bushido and Kyudo, in the land of Yi Ti. 
After that, the enraged Queen had fought the girl with practice swords. 
Daenerys had been holding herself back, but was pushed all the same.  The girl
had been as fast as Daenerys, and had a strength on par with the Queen.  They
had landed blows on each on each other that would have crumpled the normal
conscripts that made up most armies of Westeros. 
He himself had received such blows from the Queen over the years of their
intense training.  He felt free to throw his own savage blows back at the
diminutive woman, who was able to block and roll with most of his blows. 
Rarely did either land a solid strike on the other.
Now he and Syrio were doing the same with the Queen’s new protégée Arya Stark. 
She had lived up to the great promise on the floor of the throne room.  She was
cat-like quick.  Her being left handed also gave her a natural advantage.
Almost all other warriors fought right-handed, and this gave Arya the advantage
of fighting against the same predictable form.  For Arya, every opponent fought
in the same style.  Eddard Stark had been wise to let his daughter fight with
her natural strong hand.  He had seen masters force left-handed squires switch
to the right hand.  Again, Barristan had to admire Eddard Stark letting his
children become what they were meant to be.
Arya had mastered the concepts and steps and counters that he and Syrio had
taught her already.  She had to be shown only once, and then she had it
memorized.  What he and Syrio were doing now was teaching the girl with the
same exercises again and again, and then training her hard with full contact
sparring.  She was learning at a frighteningly fast pace.  Eddard had given her
the foundation that Syrio and he were building into something memorable.  She
had a natural gift that came from her father.  Eddard Stark was the only sword
fighter still alive Barristan would fear on the battlefield.  Like Barristan,
he was as natural with sword.  They had been born from the womb destined to
become the most feared swordsmen of their time.
Daenerys reminded Barristan of Rhaegar Targaryen.  He was very, very good at
everything he did.  Even when it came to the martial arts - thus, his defeat on
the battlefield to Robert Baratheon, who was indeed a master of his war hammer.
Daenerys had much more speed than her brother ever did.  Surprisingly, the
small woman had the same strength as Rhaegar.  She had come back from the dead
with magical traits, or maybe her death had unleashed something within her
small frame that had always been there.  Her death like a caterpillar’s
metamorphosis into a beautiful butterfly. 
Barristan and Syrio both agreed that Arya had inherited her father’s natural
ability.  While Syrio had never seen Eddard use his sword, Barristan had. 
Barristan had only met two men who were his equal with a blade.  They had been
Sir Arthur Dayne, and Eddard Stark.  He now added Syrio Forel to that list. If
all water dancers were like him, then he hoped he would never have to fight
one.  His armor would give him a big advantage, true, but all armors had joints
to allow for mobility.  He now knew a water dancer could find those points with
unerring accuracy.
He looked out at the practice yard.  Syrio was fighting with Mya as she used
her broadsword.  She was swiping and blocking the water dancer’s lunges.  She
stayed light on her feet, and knocked his sword up or brushed it to the side
while attempting to stab.  Syrio was simply too fast for her to do that, that
but she was still improving quickly.  He was only moving at half speed, but had
started at quarter speed when he had begun training the young woman.
Gendry was sparring with some knights in full armor.  He was using a hammer
with blunted spikes, one on the one end of his Warhammer, and one on the top of
its head.  His shaft on the end also had a spike. 
Barristan had attempted to get the young man to change his weapon of choice,
but Gendry insisted stubbornly that he would use the weapon that his father had
used.  He may not want his father’s last name but for some reason he was
enamored with using the weapon of Robert Baratheon.  He kept telling Barristan
that it had worked well enough against Rhaegar Targaryen. Barristan had given
up trying to impress upon Gendry that his father was a freak of nature with the
Warhammer.  The chances that Gendry would have the same skills were highly
doubtful.
Barristan sighed.  He would teach the young man regardless of his choice of
weapon. He instructed the stubborn Baratheon in the basics on the use of the
war hammer.  The weapon was, in a way, an all or nothing weapon.  You needed to
make your first blow very effective, else you were immediately on the
defensive. 
Gendry initially made the mistake that all made with the war hammer and mace. 
If the first strike was not successful, almost all wanted to pull their war
hammer back, and cock it over their shoulder, and then lunge forward again.
This left the user of the war hammer totally open to a counterattack.
Barristan instructed Gendry to never pull back unless his opponent had been
totally knocked off balance, and could not strike back. Then Gendry could
afford the effort to pull back for another massive strike.  Also, Barristan
constantly kept telling the bull headed man that though he was strong as an ox,
making full arm strikes again and again with his war hammer would still tire
him. 
The young man did not believe him of course.  That was until Barristan wore the
young man out continually blocking and shunting aside his blows.  Gendry
swinging wildly till his arms felt like lead.  Syrio merely water danced his
way out of harm’s way till the boy had exhausted himself with his wild swings. 
Only then did Gendry start to realize that maybe his masters knew what they
were talking about.  Then he was ready to truly learn.
Barristan showed Gendry how to drop the hammerhead and make a full, short loop
with it pulled near the body.  Then, how to bring the head of the hammer back
up near his ear, and strike forward again and again to keep his foe off-balance
and let the blows stun the enemy if struck on the head, or damage joints with
repeated fast blows. The knight showed the young man how to use the hook to
grip the back of a head or a limb, and pull forward and down to unbalance his
opponent.  Then he could deliver vicious, short strikes until his opponent was
on the ground, helpless.
He constantly reminded the youth that when he missed a stroke, to slide his
dominant hand up the shaft of his weapon to grip the war hammer just below the
head, and with his weak hand on the other end of the shaft use it to block any
blows coming his way. Barristan then showed Gendry how he must move forward in
a surge to unsettle his opponent’s balance, allowing him to flip his weapon
over and start hammering at the opponent again.
The lessons were hard to ingrain, but Gendry was quickly learning them.  When
he needed to, Barristan would swat the man with the flat of his practice sword
hard on his ass, thigh or back to make his point.
Once he was done, he had the lovebirds go at each other for an hour or so.  He
considered it a form of marital counseling.  They seemed to love being very
physical with each other.
As Barristan watched the bastards of Robert spar and contest hotly against each
other, he mused over the wisdom of the Queen.  He had spent his most of his
life in Westeros and never once considered trying to end the hateful practice
of harming the children born out of wedlock.  Robert had been allowed to
produce offspring across the realm without consequence, and it was those
innocent children that suffered with the stigma.
The Queen had seen the injustice of the slave trade and had destroyed it
completely.  Her methods had been brutal, but in three and half years she had
totally wiped the slave trade off the map.  Now in her homeland she was
beginning to take on the sin of punishing the children rather than the men
siring them.  Barristan knew that as soon as the Eddard Stark issue was
resolved, she would end the practice completely. 
He knew she planned on allowing the first born, regardless of gender, assume
the throne or become heirs of their Houses by law.  He also knew in his heart
that soon same sex marriage would be allowed.  He couldn’t wait to see how the
conservative church and nobles would handle Renly and Loras, and then have the
ante upped with their Queen and Arya married.
He loved seeing injustice brought low. He couldn’t wait.
He saw Gendry and Mya laughing and hugging each other briefly when their
weapons locked up, and gave each other quick kisses.  After, they broke apart
with silly grins on their faces. 
Barristan smiled.  All the bastards of Robert Baratheon were thriving. 
Barristan had done nothing shamefully, and, yet, neither did he move to end the
shameful practice.  It had taken an exile to come home and right the wrong of
bastardy. 
The two youths took a break to snog hotly in front of Barristan and Syrio.  The
sword masters just looked at each other and shrugged.
Targaryen married brother to sister frequently.  Barristan was sure that would
be another law to fall.  It took generations of inbreeding for any traits to be
teased to the surface anyways.  A half brother and sister marrying was really
no big deal.
As the two lovers continued kissing and groping, the old knight thought of the
knights and lords pouring into the Red Keep. They were but the first of many to
arrive for the journey north.  The Queen had already laid out camps, and had
positioned the raw materials that were being used to make more camps to house
the troops that would start to flow North within a month’s time.
Already merchant ships were dropping off tons of dry goods and lentils to feed
the troops, soon to be on their way to the prepared beachheads.  The smiths
that had been producing dragon glass weapons at a breakneck pace had done well,
and were still doing their job in an exemplary fashion. The first boats had
already arrived at the beachheads with the arrows and spears tipped with dragon
glass.  Javelins and daggers were also being produced in great numbers.
Huge quantities of pitch and tar were being sent to create fire, to fight the
dead of the Ice Wights.  He fervently hoped that the Queen and Eddard were
wrong.  If they were right, then they were making all the preparations that
they could.
One way or another, the truth of the matter would be discovered.  In a way,
Barristan hoped that the Ice King did exist.  He longed to strike blows against
such an enemy.  How sweet it would be, to fight a foe that was purely evil.
He was thankful that the Queen and Eddard Stark had proved to be so adept at
the game of thrones.  He had no stomach for it.
Together, the two were bringing the united South up north under the guise of
opposing and putting down the North’s aspiration for their confederacy.  He
just hoped that the dragon and wolf could avoid a senseless war.
 
Edric
Edric sat his desk in the royal quarters in the Red Keep.  He had loved it at
Storm’s End, but he had made the right decision to remain with the Queen.  He
was being groomed to be an integral part of her world government.  She had
conquered both Westeros and Essos, west of the Jade Sea.
She needed valued and trusted diplomats and ambassadors to make sure her rule
was appropriately applied across her vast empire. He knew the queen hated that
old world order, and was starting to bring into existence a new order.  It was
apropos.  It was her will and drive that would hold it together.
His desk was piled with books on the history of the Free Cities.  He had asked
for them, along with the history of Valyria in particular.  Its technology and
the road works they had built were still viable nearly five hundred years after
its doom, and that completely fascinated him.
The Queen had him studying philosophy and theorems on governance.  He was being
tutored each day for two hours in both the High Valyrian and Dothraki
languages.  The Queen wanted to be able to communicate with Edric in her native
tongues.
After being given the choice by the Queen, he had decided to use the name of
his father.  He was sorely afraid the Queen would balk at his decision.  The
Queen had offered all the bastards this choice, but he was the only one so far
to take up the offer to take his father’s name.  Most kept their bastard names,
some took the name of their lovers and one had taken the name of his Master.
Two had adopted the last name of Targaryen.  Again, to Edric’s surprise, the
Queen allowed this. 
He alone chose to use the name of his disgraced father.  He wanted his father’s
name because he thought it would have some cache in Essos.  They would know of
his exile and dissipation, but it would be second-hand and distant.  His father
had been King for close to twenty years.  He knew it would at least make some
people stop and take notice of him.  He would use any advantage he could find. 
He would use his competence to keep their attention once he had it.
In another few months, he would be fully fluent in High Valyrian, Dothraki and
Braavosi - a corrupted version of Valyrian.  Mastering the former made using
the latter much easier.
He was learning his lessons on governance.  He read the philosophical works of
Bracheqor Hartel, Garraro Essah and Irraquo Eranerris.  These men espoused the
rights of the common man, believing they had certain inalienable rights.  He
was inspired by the words he read. He could not wait to help the Queen
institute and implement her plans, which they both hoped would lead to a better
life for many in Essos and Westeros.
The Queen would visit him, and they would talk about the future and their hopes
to bring a better world into existence.  She would laugh gently at his jests,
and her smile made his heart beat harder in his chest. He had heard the rumors
about the Queen and her personal tastes.  He never tried to test the waters
with her.  He had to admit he had his father’s weakness for the ladies, but did
not in any way want to leave a trail of illegitimate children across the
continents the way he had.  He was fine finding his pleasures in the high end
brothels.  These women knew their trade, and were quick to take the moon tea
when with issue.
The last few times the Queen had visited Edric, she had Arya Stark with her. 
And that is when he truly gave up any desire for her.  It was obvious these two
were meant for each other.  He mused that maybe he should have punched her
lights out when he first met her - of course if he’d tried, she would have
gutted him. 
Edric Baratheon was a diplomat, and not a warrior.  He was lover of the good
life, and having more of it.  He did not want to lose teeth and have his nose
rearranged all over his face.  He would leave the good dragon to the good
direwolf and remain whole. It was actually quite cute the way they were hiding
their true affections from one another, but no one else.   The Queen
practically swooned whenever she made Arya giggle.
He had talked to his half brother and sister, Gendry and Mya, about the Queen’s
strange reluctance to impose her will on Westeros.  It was almost as if she had
become afraid of her capacity to wreak havoc on a scale unimaginable.  Daenerys
had accomplished more than any of her forbears of her lineage.  From what Edric
read in the histories, Daenerys Targaryen with only three dragons had done more
than old Valyria had with the sky filled with them.
The Queen seemed to have the ability to think outside of the book, and her
focus on achieving her goals was unmatched.  The old dragon lords had easily
let themselves get sidetracked with gluttony and cruelty.  Daenerys Targaryen
never lost sight of her goals.  She set her goals, and developed well thought
and meticulously planned campaigns to achieve them.
She was something new.  She was something superior.  He was just happy to serve
her.
When he was ready, he was to sail to Pentos and meet up with Illyrio.  Once
established he would be taken to Braavos and the First Sealord Lysicho Marrus. 
He was to establish contacts with both.  The Queen wanted to have an emissary
who could work with both the sovereign power of Braavos, and the unofficial
power behind the curtain that operated many of the levers in Pentos and
Braavos. Both had sworn allegiance to her, but she was wise enough to know that
the Free Cities would have their own objectives.  She had not conquered them as
she had Slaver’s Bay.  The ‘free’ cities had seen her might, and had
capitulated without any fight. 
Of all the “free” cities, only Braavos had truly been free.  The Sealords ruled
for all; the great and the small. But, despite this, the Queen had as much
distrust for the bastion of Braavos as she had for her defeated colonies.  She
had an uneasy disquiet with the Iron Bank, and they held too great a sway.
Daenerys found it distasteful that the Iron Bank could at any time call in the
debts of Westeros to force financial calamity and insolvency on the continent. 
She would never allow that. 
She planned to co-opt them from the inside.
Edric was to establish her direct presence in Braavos, and get the pulse of the
city and its leaders.  He planned on making his Queen proud of his efforts.
 
Daenerys
She sound of the whetstone sliding up her blade filled Daenerys Targaryen with
a sense of well being.  She watched the stone slide up the impossible sharp
edge of Foe Hammer, one of the ancestral blades of her progenitors.  She had
come to feel an extreme distaste for Aegon, for removing his younger sister’s
exploits from the annals of history, just because she had the audacity to love
her sister more than him.
To Daenerys, it made perfect sense.  What woman would not have chosen their
sister in such a situation?  A woman should always choose a woman for her mate,
as she saw it.  She ran the whetstone up the blade again and again.  She loved
the feel of her hand moving up the blade of her rune sword, without any
imperfections to make her hand flex or clench.  Her sword’s keen edge was
perfect, as always.  She heard the sounds of wood striking wood.
Syrio and Barristan were standing together to watch Arya Stark take on her
blood riders.  Off to the left, Gendry and Mya were trying to split each
other’s heads open with their weapons.  Mya was getting the best of Gendry,
when he forgot his lessons on how to use the war hammer.  The young man would
roar his agitation at Mya, who was blocking and slipping his wild attacks.  He
would snatch his war hammer back, and then Mya would move in for a ‘killing’
stroke.  They both wore chain mail, and pulled their blows at the last moment
as they fought on and on.
Mya would kiss Gendry, and he would huff and puff and then smile.  All the time
as they fought he had a big smile on his face.  The boy was a lout, but a
loveable one.
Arya was pivoting and slashing out with deadly purpose.  She was using a wood
practice broadsword, and a wooden facsimile that Syrio had carved personally
for her, so she could use her beloved Needle in her right hand.  She attacked
with her left hand, her sword a blur, and her right hand blocking and
deflecting arakhs. Syrio told the Queen that Arya was definitely left handed,
but her ability to use her right hand now that she was putting her mind to it
was proving she was a latent ambidextrous. 
As Daenerys watched, she saw Arya hook the inside crescent of Jhogo’s arakh and
whip her hand down and behind her, throwing him off balance and causing him to
sprawl forward. Before Arya could slash with her practice sword, Aggo and
Rakharo roared, charging the Stark girl.  Dany sat up on her seat, but relaxed
when Arya sidestepped Rakharo, sticking out her foot and tripping the roaring
Blood Rider.  Arya swatted him on his ass after he passed her body, making him
squeal. 
Aggo charged her, but she used her broadsword to block the vicious downward
swipe of his arakh, and while blocking she brought Needle up and hooked it on
the inside crescent of the arakh, and twisting the blades in opposite
directions she torqued the weapon out of his hands.  She wheeled around low and
swiped her broadsword in a vicious arc, making Jhogo stumble back to keep his
shins from being whacked hard.  Arya dove forward into a roll, and came up with
both blades in a windmill fashion driving the blood rider back.  She dove to
the side, sensing the other two blood riders charging at her.  They bowled over
the Queen’s first blood rider.
Daenerys laughed hard, watching the Bloodriders throw their arakhs down and
chase the Stark girl as she threw down her own weapons and took off laughing,
hurling insults back over her shoulder at the laughing Blood Riders. They had
taken an instant liking to the girl.
Daenerys thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye then, but – no,
it must have been her imagination.  She could have sworn that the ghost runes
on Foe Hammer had been flickering and moving, and that the ouroboros were
dancing, twisting around themselves.
Dany shook her head and looked again, but the runes and ouroboros were locked
deep in the metal, unmoving.  That is what happens when you let your thoughts
drift.  You start to see things.
Dany was so pleased to see how well the ‘bastard’ children of Robert Baratheon
were doing.  She had hated the fact that Robert Baratheon had fathered so many
children, and not taken responsibility for any of them.  Worse, society was
punishing them by forcing them to live with names associated with bastardy. She
was expunging this particular crime and sin.  She had vowed to institute equal
primogeniture in all of Westeros, so a female child could inherit the throne as
it was done in Dorne.  This was instituting simple decency.  She did not see
much blowback from the conservative forces against Westeros on these issues. 
Her regency would prove that a woman could rule every bit as well as a man. 
She only wished she would not have to fight all of society to institute the
right for a man or woman to marry whom they would.  She deserved the right to
marry Ary- anyone she wanted.  Renly and Loras deserved the right as well,
without having to hide their love in the shadows and take false wives to hide
their true natures.
Daenerys sighed, watching Arya dodging Aggo and Rakharo, making them run into
and rebound off each other.  Didn’t she deserve the right to follow her heart
after all the good she had already done, and what she still planned to
accomplish?  Daenerys sighed again, looking at Gendry and Mya affectionately
practicing their war arts.
She had been following all the former bastards, and visiting them in turn when
she had time.  She had been most pleased with what she found. All the children
were thriving, as well as the mothers that were burdened with the label of
having a child out of wedlock.  The woman suffered with the stigma, but the man
did not.  The child’s bastard surname was a millstone around both of their
necks.  With that yoke removed, the women and children were advancing in their
lives.  She felt a warm spot in her heart, thinking about giving these children
the future they could have had with their royal heritage.
This was why she wanted to become Queen.  To accomplish good.  Not to be served
herself, but to serve others.
All the children were tall and hale for their ages.  It was obvious that thee
seed was strong with Robert Baratheon.  They all seemed to be spitting images
of him as well.  She wondered how the man could never have questioned that all
his ‘bastards’ were dark of hair and blue eyes, while his ‘own’ children were
pale, blonde, and green eyed.
Daenerys wondered what would have happened had anyone ever discovered the
incestuous secret of Cersei and Jamie Lannister.  They seemed to have redeemed
themselves, regardless.  Judging by the reports from Dorne, it was only a
matter of time before Obara and Cersei consummated the love they obviously
shared for each other.  Jamie had been redeemed by the love he had for Brienne.
She wondered how Cersei could be so blind to her attraction to the sand snake.
 Everyone else could see the attraction she felt for the daughter of Oberyn. 
Daenerys knew she would never miss any signs of Arya’s attraction to her. 
Sadly, there was none beyond friendship, and a hero worship complex she did not
deserve. 
Daenerys was most pleased with the three eldest of Robert’s children - Mya,
Gendry and Edric were doing very well.  She would be able to make good use of
all of their skills.  Of the three, Edric was going to be her most valuable in
the end.  His intelligence, dedication, and ability to process information and
work the Game of Thrones would make him very valuable indeed. Gendry and Mya
would give her excellence in immediate services, in making the weapons that her
own household and guard would use, and the care of their horses.
Daenerys again focused on the pair fighting.  Gendry was finally starting to
remember the lessons that Barristan had been patiently teaching him, over and
over.  She smiled smugly, knowing that her Arya only needed to be shown
something once before she internalized the lesson, and never forgot it. 
Indeed, her Arya was the perfect pupil.  Daenerys squeezed her thighs together,
thinking of another lesson she would like to instruct Arya in.
Arya and her three blood riders were walking back together.  They had taken to
calling her the grey-eyed wolf in Dothraki, which she was still having a hard
time understanding. At night she was giving Arya lessons in both Valerian and
Dothraki.  Arya was picking up the Valyrian very well now.  Her learning of
Dothraki was proving to be more difficult for the girl but recently it started
to improve. She had noticed that her Blood Riders appreciated Arya’s cool,
collected demeanor.  She never got overly excited or emotional.  They also
enjoyed her sense of honor, and wry sense of humor.
Another thing she had noticed immediately was Arya’s egalitarian attitude.  She
moved as easily among the common man as she did with the highborn.  Daenerys
had read that Eddard Stark had taken his meals while freely mingling with the
vassals under his rule.  She had not really believed it at first, but seeing
how Arya did not have one pretentious hair on her body had made a believer out
of Daenerys.
Arya had what Daenerys had heard called the ‘common touch’.  Arya’s non-
pretentious ways made people like her, and want to bond with and follow her. 
Daenerys knew that if the teenager chose to, she could turn on her innate charm
to have those of regal birth equally enthralled. From what Daenerys had seen so
far, Arya did not have the same desire to rule as she did.  Arya had shown no
interest in leading vast armies or navies, or playing the Game of Thrones.
The girl was a warrior. 
She had been debriefed by Colton about how well and bravely Arya had fought to
defend the river frigate of House Tully when it had been attacked by river
bandits.  Arya had been in the thick of the fight, and had not shied away from
her first conflict. Now that she had been bloodied, she would be like the
animal on her House’s banner in combat.
Daenerys was mooning over Arya again, and shook her head to snap out of it. The
girl was her royal hostage, who Eddard Stark had placed in her care. Stop being
a horn dog, woman.
Daenerys ached to see Arya look at her, like she looked at the Stark girl when
she wasn’t looking.  She would be willing to fight heaven and earth to have her
as consort!  She smirked sadly, and shook her head.  Down there, tiger,Daenerys
thought to herself.  She had to be careful when her emotions were aroused.
She remembered how good Arya had been with the younger children of Robert
Baratheon.  She had played with and teased with the children, making them blush
and laugh as they fell in love with the Wolf girl. The children had crawled all
over Arya, who laughed and mockingly complained, all the while wrestling with
the children and chasing them, making sure to let them win.
Daenerys’ heart clutched in her chest as she thought of Arya and her lost
Kiserri playing together.  Her little blood rider would have Arya Stark wrapped
around her little finger, and Arya would have the little girl calling her mommy
within a day.  She knew it.
Gods we could have been the perfect family, Daenerys thought sadly.
 
Aurola Glovelyn
Aurola held her magnifying glass over the pearl necklace she was making for her
client Cathelyne Tarlor.  Not long ago, Aurola had worked in a mid-tier brothel
that brought in clients from all the economic strata of King’s Landing.  She
had been one of the most requested whores.  She had been proud of her
reputation in the brothel, as a whore who always left the client satisfied.   
The brothel made sure the women were allowed to practice the types of sex that
they enjoyed, but had the policy that both sexes were to be catered to.  She
was thankful she did not have to do the more kinky sex.  There were plenty of
women how liked it rough, doing gangbangs or getting it on with dogs and other
animals.  The thing she had not liked was sleeping with men.
Most of the time she had to fake her orgasms with them, but a few had known how
to bone and she had relished fucking those men.  She never said no to an
orgasm, but it was a woman’s touch that she craved.
The Queen had allowed her to put her past behind her - or so she had thought. 
Aurola shivered, remembering the late morning and early afternoon.  Aurola
slowly put her small drill bit to the pearl in its stone holder, which she had
put underneath clasps to hold the pearl rigid and still.  She had used a punch
to make a pilot hole for the drill bit.  Aurola slowly turned the handle of the
drill, until the drill bit dug into the pearl. Once stable, she turned more
forcefully, and slowly drilled the hole through it for the guide wire of the
necklace.
Cathelyne Tarlor had come with her four year old daughter, who worshiped her
Jadith.  The woman had a babysitter that was going to take the children to a
children’s play palace that the rich took their children to for entertainment,
giving their parents time to peruse their own tastes.  The girls were so
excited, babbling as they left.  Aurola shivered, seeing the want in
Cathelyne’s eyes.
The instant the girls were out the door, they were on each other kissing
hungrily and stumbling to Aurola’s large bed. Soon they were naked, and Aurola
used all her talents to make Cathelyne scream in orgasmic bliss.  The woman had
then fallen on Aurola, sucking her off again and again.  She moaned and wept
how much she loved and needed Aurola.  The woman had clung to her desperately
as she fell asleep in post coital bliss.  Aurola extremely moved by the woman’s
love for her.
Yesterday it had been sweet, young Airis Parsin in her bed, as Aurola’s five
year old daughter was off with her grandmother in the brothel.  Airis was on
her back as Aurola fucked her hard to orgasm with her strap-on and then did the
woman doggy in the pussy and ass.  Then the woman had taken the strap-on and
fucked Aurola blind.  The nineteen year old was gay to the bone like Aurola and
instinctively knew how to please her woman, Aurola, in bed.
Aurola drilled out four more pearls, and then pulled out her rose-gold filled
wire, stringing pearls on it. The pearls hung sweetly on the wire, their sides
barely touching and perfectly aligned.
Aurola had the best of both words.  She had been making jewelry for the whores
at her brothel, and now the Tangerine Palace too.  She was making a comfortable
profit.  Whores needed to look nice for their higher-end clients, and
especially when they went out as escorts to social events before taken to bed.
She looked at the design she had made for a flower that would rest on the right
shoulder.  Cathelyn would supply the diamonds that would be set in the design. 
Aurola was using a smith to create the clasp, and she would set the stones in
the settings she would fashion out of silver wire.  She would cut, shape and
weld them to the basic pattern.
After her initial shock over finding Cathelyn at her doorstep and realizing the
true reasons for her being there Aurola had been delightfully surprised when
first one and then her second favorite client had appeared at her door.  She
had not thought to see the women again since she left the brothel.  She assumed
they would find another whore to take her place.  She had been touched that
they sought her out, and they had given her commissions, but it was quickly
obvious they wanted to fuck and offered her huge sums of gold dragons.
She had initially been offended when her favorite two clients had showed up at
her door. That had been her initial shock realizing they still wanted her
sexually.  She was not a whore anymore.  She did not feel ashamed of her former
profession – in fact, she had been proud of it.  It had supported her and her
daughter, and she had many, many dear friends from the brothel that still
visited her, and spent the night with Aurola fucking sweetly.  Aurola always
enjoyed fucking the whores she had worked with.  They shared an intimate bond.
 
With her two former clients, she had wondered why they would they want to fuck
her in her new profession, when there many whores who would love to take them
as their new clients?  Many, many women in the brothels preferred their own sex
for intimate lovers, and men merely paid the bills as the saying went.
When she had initially refused, they had simply broken down weeping and looked
so broken and sad to the core of the souls.  Cathelyn had said that only her
love had made life tolerable.  Airis had brokenly sobbed, saying that she would
slit her wrists thinking of having to fuck her hateful man if she could not
have her love.  That was when it hit Aurola.  Her two most cherished clients
were in love with her.  The love she had secretly felt for them had been
reciprocated.  A whole new world of possibilities opened up for Aurola.
Aurola had her daughter going to a tutor four days a week, six hours a day in
the morning.  The Queen had made it clear she wanted the children of Robert
Baratheon taught by the best tutors.  They would be very well educated.  Her
daughter would know how to read, write and do sums.  Her daughter Jadith would
be taught about the world, and have all the options.  If she wanted to be a
whore, so be it.  If her daughter wanted to be a jeweler, that would be nice.  
If she wanted to be a diplomat for Daenerys, she would make her mother happy. 
Her daughter would have the options she did not, when she was kicked out of her
home for being an unnatural deviant.
Aurola’s mornings were free.  She shivered as she made her appointments with
each woman.  Then she took both to her bed.  The sex had been so good.  The
women were so starved for her touch that it was intoxicating.  They nearly
swooned at her touch.  Gods they had cummed so hard in her mouth.  She moaned
remembering their sweet taste in her mouth.  Aurola secretly loved both of the
women too.  Gods their lovemaking was so intense.  They exhausted themselves in
gut wrenching orgasms her bedroom thick with the musk of happy worn out
pussies. 
Aurola started on a ring she was resizing for a new client. The man wanted to
give his future wife his mother’s wedding band.  She had given him a set of
ring gauges, and he came back with the size needed.  She pulled out her ring
stretcher that the Queen had gifted her with when she set up Aurola with her
business. One gift of many she had been given, to make her a success in her
chosen field.
Aurola matched the appropriate roller to the ring band size, and put it in the
device.  She twisted the control handle.  She smiled, watching the ring
increase in size while still retaining its original round shape, all without
damaging the stone.
Cathelyn had left her only half an hour ago, and her body was still shivering
from all the sweet orgasms they had shared.  Her lover’s husband was in Oldtown
on some business trip, and fucking his two mistresses.  Her bedroom was so hot
and thick with sweet pussy musk.  She moaned, thinking of the sweet smell of
Cathelyn’s cunt grinding down on her face as her lover rode her face. 
Cathelyn’s heavy tits swirling on her sweat soaked chest.  Aurola so loved to
look up and see that sweat drip and fling off Cathelyn’s swirling and flopping
tits and the way the sweat ran down her belly in rivulets as she fucked
Aurola.  Cathelyn’s exploding twat had filled Aurola’s mouth to overflowing
again and again with sweet hot cum.
They had ended their lovemaking with a wild tribbing that wrecked her bed and
put another huge wet spot on the mattress as their cunts had exploded
simultaneously gushing hot cum that soaked pussies, thighs, bellies, asses and
her bed with hot glistening cum that quickly soaked into the mattress.  Aurola
had rubbed her face in the mattress savoring the essence of her lover before
she put on loose breeches and a blouse to work further on her creations.
Aurola used her magnify glass to examine the ring stone setting.  One leg was
loose, and she used a blunt edge punch and a pick to tease the leg back snugly
against the large diamond.
Airis’ husband had just recently embarked on a trip to Pentos, to secure a
contract for his father.  Aurola smiled wickedly.  Both of the women were free
for at least three weeks. 
Her sweet daughter would be spending the entire weekend with their grandmother.
Tomorrow night both women would be in her bed and fucking exuberantly.  The
women knew nothing of each other, but Aurola would finesse the situation.  They
loved her so deeply, and were so sweet and caring.  She had plans that involved
all three of them, and Cathelyn’s daughter.  Soon they would be a family
raising their children they would raise as one.
She knew the times were changing.
Two days ago the Queen and her ‘hostage’ had visited her again.  The wolf girl
had been with the Queen the last two times Daenerys had visited her
establishment to check on her and Jadith.  It warmed her heart, how the Queen
was so interested in her daughter’s tutoring sessions.
The Queen was so deferential to the Stark girl, and the Stark obviously
worshiped the ground the Queen walked on.  Their first visit, the whore turned
jewel smith had wondered if their feelings were strictly platonic for the first
half of the visit.  They were so formal and genteel with each other.  Then the
Queen had bent over to look through her magnifying glass, marveling at how it
made the ruby she was looking at sparkle.
Arya Stark was practically drooling, looking at the Queen’s tight ass jutting
out as she looked at the stone.
With the Queen’s second visit with Arya, she was constantly touching Arya to
make points and the wolf girl was ‘accidently’ brushing and pressing into the
Queen whenever Dany showed her something. 
They both had it bad.
Yesterday when they were visiting and standing just that little bit too close,
her daughter had just arrived home from the tutor. When she had seen Daenerys,
Jadith had squealed and jumped up into the Queen’s waiting arms.  “Aunt Dany!”
Then she noticed Arya Stark.  Jadith had been hesitant and unsure, until Arya
started making funny faces and gesticulating, making strange sounds.  Soon her
daughter was begging to be held by the girl.
Aurola smiled.  They would both make great mommies to their children.  Then her
daughter had upped the ante further.  She looked at Dany from Arya’s arms and
announced: “Horsey! I want to ride Horsey!”
The Queen had looked mortified.  She did not mind getting on her hands and
knees with just her to see, but now she had Arya there and was unsure.
Arya had immediately saved the day.  The Stark girl had put her daughter down
on the floor, and then followed her down.  Arya got on her hands and knees, and
neighed and stomped the floor with her palm.  Jadith had squealed and climbed
on Arya’s back, as the hostage horsed around on the floor with Aurola's
daughter.  Her daughter had whooped and laughed so loud.
When Aurola looked at the Queen watching, she saw tears running down her
cheeks.  That was when the whore-turned-jeweler knew the Queen had once had a
daughter herself.  She felt a lump in her throat.  She reverently hoped that
the Queen and her future wife would have a daughter of their own someday.
The Queen wiped her eyes, and got on her hands and knees and bumped into Arya,
and Jadith crawled from back to back as the two women laughed with her and
smiled goofily.  Both women, happily and without any pretense, let her daughter
ride on their backs for ten minutes as they neighed and pretended to try and
buck her off.
Aurola knew the kingdom was in good hands with those two.
Aurola looked at the clasp she would use for her pearl necklace. Soon she would
start making her own.  Her last experiment had almost been perfect.
Once the Queen took Arya as her woman and married her, things would change for
the better.   The Queen would proclaim that right that all should have - the
right to marry whomever they chose.  Daenerys would never hide her love in the
shadows.  Aurola would talk to the Queen on her next visit, after her
inevitable marriage. 
She would remind the Queen of her heritage.  She was the breaker of chains. 
She had shattered and removed the chains of Essos.  She had put an end to the
chains that one could see.  But there was yet a more insidious form of slavery
- the slavery of tradition, and the betrothal of young girls against their
will, to men they did not know, and often were twice their age and cruel. 
These high, noble women were treated no better than cattle. 
Aurola only had to look at her two loves.  Daenerys Targaryen needed to break
the invisible chains that bound those women, and robbed them of their free
will.  Women needed the right to control their own bodies.  They needed to be
free to seek their destinies as they saw fit, not sold off to the highest
bidder or given away to a man they may hate to further their House’s dreams of
bettering itself. Daenerys needed to free all women from that heinous
tradition.
The Breaker of Chains had more chains to burst asunder.
When she did, she would ask the Queen to grant women the same right men had.
The right to divorce.  She would have her two wives then.  She licked her lips
in anticipation.
 
Mya
The party had left the Red Keep early in the morning.  The Queen had decided
that there would be no meetings or audience with supplicants this day.  She
declared that all needed to take a break from the preparations to move north.
Troops were arriving daily from the local lords.  The inns were full of
troops.  These were troops  with money that could afford not to bivouac in the
tents sprouting up around the King’s Landing.  Troop ships were beginning to
pull into port from Essos. The city states constantly warring on each other had
required them to build fleets of troop transport.  With the peace the Queen had
imposed, these ships were for her use now.  Sailors with coin to spend were
flooding the establishments in King’s Landing, and the City was flush with
money.
The Queen had made sure to spare the navies of the cities she conquered.  Most
of the foot soldiers would sail North to reduce time, and keep long trains from
having to follow the troops to provide food, water and shelter. 
The first wagon trains had started to move north to congregate on the border of
the Riverlands.  The Queen could have sent them further North on the word of
Eddard Stark. She held back out of caution, but also to keep the façade that
the Riverlands would be hostile to the Queen’s advance north intact.
The group moved up the King’s Road that led from the Red Keep, to the Gate of
the Gods and the beginning of the King’s Road proper.
As they had ridden the road within the curtain wall, Gendry had told her about
some of the landmarks they passed moving toward the gate.  He pointed out the
Central Square, a green space reserved to give the citizens a greensward to
play and relax in.  To the left he had pointed out the Guildhall of the
Alchemists.  He wondered why it still stood, since they had nothing to offer in
these times.
He had shown her Visenya’s Hill, and told her about Visenya being one of
Aegon’s wives.  How he had married his older sister out of duty, when he had
actually only loved Rhaenys, his younger sister.  He told Mya that the sisters
had not even liked each other, and that Visenya was happy when her younger
sister had perished in Dorne.  It allowed Visenya to have her brother’s full
love.
Mya had noticed the Queen’s knuckles turning white as they balled up into
fists.  It seemed that the Queen did not agree Gendry’s narration.  She
wondered what the Queen felt the true story was.
They saw in the distance to the left, on a small hillock, the Great Sept of
Balor.  They both snorted at the structure.  They had no use for their old
trite strictures.  They did not believe in their seven faced god.
They passed through Cobbler’s square, where many artisans practiced their
craft.  They passed shops of various garment makers, experts in leather, small
tool and dye vendors, jewelry makers and other craftsmen and women.
They then passed through the open gates that had a heavy guard.  Mya looked out
over the grassland surrounding the keep.  They moved at a faster gait to an
open area that had been reserved for the Queen’s party, about a hundred yards
from the gate.
Arya’s Direwolf ran off in a wild run, her tongue hanging out. The great beast
stretched out her legs as she ran down the King’s Highway, dodging around the
traffic out on the road.  Word had filtered out about the Direwolf, and most
paid it no heed.  It was still funny to watch horses buck and men jerk, holding
their weapons close when the wolf went running past.
Mya moved her horse to the hobble line, and tied her horse to it.  She waited
for Gendry to join her.  Along with them, the queen and Arya dismounted in
unison.  Mya smirked.  The Queen and Arya were in sync, most of the time.  They
were not even aware at how they moved in harmony so often now.
Barristan and Syrio were with them to train and spar.  The Queen’s bloodriders
had ridden out with them as well.  Currently they were giving their mounts
their heads and letting them gallop, enjoying the air running through their
long hair, making their bells tinkle.
The Queen had put her bells in for this day.  Mya understood she was aiming to
impress all the mustering troops and commanders who would see her.  This was
the woman who was a Dothraki Khal. 
Mya was sure that the Queen had over fifty bells in her hair.  Mya had heard
Daenerys had many more such bells she could wear if she so chose.  The bells
chimed so beautifully, and the sun made her white hair glow.  The silver bells
glinted, adding beautiful highlights to the Queen’s hair in the bright sun. 
The woman truly was lovely.  If she and the Queen were not already spoken for,
she might be tempted to make a play for her.  Living in King’s Landing had
opened her eyes to so many new ideas.
Soon she and Gendry were sparring with Barristan, as he continued to hammer
into her stubborn partner the basics on how to use the war hammer.  Barristan
was constantly swatting her love in his ass with the side of his sword. They
were both wearing chainmail, and working with real weapons as they moved at
three quarters speed.
Arya and Dany were fighting each other with practice swords, and moving with a
speed that was truly frightening to watch.  Their swords cut through the air in
a constant blur.  Syrio would move in to attack one or the other suddenly. 
They seemed to have cat-like reflexes, and a sixth sense. They would whir to
meet the sudden attack, and then fight off the two attackers for a minute
before Syrio would step back away from their sparring.  He would wait and then
attack again suddenly. 
The three Bloodriders returned, and Mya sparred with them.  They were gentle
with her.  Their arakhs were a totally foreign weapon to her.  They would
correct her stance, and the way she should attack them. They showed her how to
deflect their curved blades and to hook them which took precise timing.
After an hour, Mya moved to archery.  Practice dummies had been set up and she
strung her yew wood longbow.  She started to fire arrows at the dummies.  There
was a strong breeze coming from the west. 
Mya gnashed her teeth with many shots barely hitting inside the rings.  She
refused to let the wind stop her from practicing.  She had to learn to
compensate for the wind to become truly proficient with the bow, and only
practice would help her improve.
After ten minutes Arya joined her.  Arya praised her for her archery in the
wind.
She asked if she could shoot Mya’s longbow.  Mya had seen that Arya used a
traditional bow from the north.  It was only four feet long, with about sixty
pounds of pull.  Her own bow was over six feet long, and had one hundred and
twenty pounds of pull.
Mya started to say something when Arya took the bow and one of her longer
arrows.  She was going to tell the small woman that the heavy pull was
extremely hard to draw back.  The remark died in her mouth when the small woman
easily pulled the string back to her ear, and let the arrow loose.  It hit dead
center on her target.
Arya smirked at her discomfiture.  Arya then started to give her lessons on how
to calm her breath, and let her heart rate slow before she fired.   Mya found
she liked the strong, small girl.  She was muscular, where the Queen was like a
whip.
She felt comfortable with the Stark girl.  She wanted to ask the girl if she
was in love with the Queen, but decided to not embarrass her.  It would happen
soon enough, she supposed.  She hoped one or the other of them would take
matters into their hands.  If she had waited for Gendry, she would have died an
old maid. 
The Queen looked happy.  Especially when she stared at Arya when she thought no
one was looking.  She had the softest, sweetest smile.
Mya looked back at the keep and started.  Standing on a merion on the left most
outer guard tower was a woman.  She was small, and wore only a green tunic. 
She had green hair that whipped in the air.  The woman was clearly looking down
at them. 
She looked harder, and felt her body start again.  The woman’s eyes were not
natural.  They were large, and entirely green - she had no whites to her eyes!
Her eyebrows canted up at an unnatural angle towards her hairline.  The
eyebrows also green.  The blowing wind exposed her ears, and they had points. 
Each ear flared back to two points! 
The woman did not move at all, even with the strong gusts of wind that buffeted
her body and made her hair and tunic whip around.
Mya turned to Arya, and gripped her arm.
“Arya!  Look at the gate and the left most tower!  There is a strange woman on
it!”
 They both turned to look but no woman was there.
But she had been there!  Mya was sure of it. Arya laughed, turning back to
shoot her bow at the targets, landing them all in the center ring.  Arya told
her that she needed to do better than that to distract her.
She knew there had been a woman there.  She looked again, seeing nothing.  Oh
well. 
 
Epilogue
Laina Baerley finished cleaning up the guts, scales and heads of the days catch
that she had gutted and cleaned.  She and her mother would go to the fish
market with Grahar Whitehill.  He was a simple man in his early thirties that
worked in their restaurant.  He had a simple mind, and always had a smile on
his face.  He would carry some of the items back to their establishment to be
prepared for the first meals.
She and her mother haggled and bickered with the fishermen to make sure they
received a fair price.  Satisfied with the various items they ordered, they
would all be delivered to their establishment on the first run into town the
local runners made. 
She and her mother gutted the mackerel and shelled oysters, clams and snails. 
Her wife already had the fires going, and had her skillets and woks prepared
for the first meals.  Kelia Gower had proven to be an excellent cook.  Her
mother had nothing but praise for how fast her wife learned the recipes, and
her use of spices and herbs was already masterful.
Kelia had glowed under her mother’s praise. Kelia and her mother cooked all
day, preparing food for the locals and the constant stream of traffic from
Evenfall Hall that came to the port for business, or just to have a fresh
seafood meal.
They had only been in business for six weeks, but their establishment had
already gained a reputation for the excellence of their food and their fair
prices. Word of the excellent new restaurant spread among the locals and had
started to spread across Tarth.
They had ten tables inside the restaurant, and six more under the canopy in
front of the building.  Kelia hummed and smiled at her wife as she cooked. 
Laina moved into the back to clean the vegetables they prepared for the daily
fare.
She would kiss her wife sweetly.  Those kisses often turned passionate until
her mother reminded them that they had a business to run.  Kelia would then
grope her ass when she turned to get back to her workstation out front.  She
attracted customers easily as she conversed with them, and took their orders. 
Grahar and a new employee hired the week before took the fare from the kitchen
to the tables.  Grahar always happy when he was working.  The smile on his face
infectious.  The increase in traffic had her wife and mother cooking all day. 
Laina was so pleased with their business.
They closed the business with the late afternoon meal.  As they became more
established they would hire employees to have meals for the night.  They were
making quite a profit with the money they were making currently.
After they cleaned up and ate a light dinner, the mother went to her quarters
at the back of the first floor.  Kelia and Laina went upstairs to their suite
of rooms.
Laina wanted to make love now immediately but Kelia insisted that she let her
give Laina her nightly one hour lessons in reading and writing.  Initially she
had balked.  Why did a penniless girl from Fishmonger Square need to learn to
read and write?  It was important to Kelia that she learned and she had started
to cry at her balking.  Laina had folded fast.  She could not stand to see her
sweet wife cry.  Her wife had given up everything for her.  It touched Laina
that Kelia cared for her so much.  That Kelia wanted her to learn her letters.
They had been making love six weeks ago in the royal haylofts as they always
did as often as they could.  Laina liked fucking in the stables of the royals
when she had found a blind path up to the haylofts that were not guarded.  It
made her feel powerful to fuck in the realm of royalty.  For the poor girl it
was a way to thumb the royalty in the eye.  It was intoxicating to fuck in a
royal establishment.
She had been on her back with Kelia riding her face hard and screaming with
orgasm when Laina nearly bit her sweetie’s clit when she saw the Queen standing
over them.  Kelia took a minute to register her presence.  Her mind lost on her
orgasmic high as her body flipped and jackknifed so hard.  Even with her shook
Laina continued sucking on her lover’s clit hard.  She might as well as enjoy
her last taste of the wife of her heart.  They were doomed.  Her desires to
live dangerously had risen to bite her in the ass.
Kelia finally noticed the Queen standing right in front of her.  Her sweet
Kelia mashed her pussy hard into her mouth to keep her quiet.  Kelia’s first
words to their Queen were “It is my fault my Queen!  I seduced Laina and told
her if she did not submit to my unnatural advances I would ruin her business!” 
Laina could not speak with her mouth full of wet pussy.
The Queen’s eyebrow cocked and then her lips began to quiver.  The Queen then
started to laugh and held up her hand for Kelia to stop her lies to protect her
love.  The Queen told them she had come to help them.  She had an offer for
them.  She would give them a new life in Tarth.  She had prepared a business
for them that Laina and her mother could fall into and start to run
immediately.  The Queen had set it all up.
All they had to do was leave tonight. The Queen told them to come to the Red
keep two hours after sundown.  The Queen told them to bring Laina’s mother as
well.  Laina felt like she was in a dream.  A sweet magical dream.
She left them as silently as she had appeared.  Laina and Kelia had been left
stunned in the Queen’s wake.  It was Kelia that started to jump up and down
saying “yes, yes, yes, yes!” and shaking Laina with happiness.  Laina’s stupor
dissipated seeing the radiant joy beaming off her love’s face.  She was
ecstatic for their suddenly new future together.  She had a hard time believing
it but the Queen had indeed been before them just now promising them a better
new life.  She stared at her sweet Kelia.  This high noble woman wanted to give
it all up for a lowly fishmonger urchin.
Laina had started to protest that Kelia could not sacrifice her life for her. 
Kelia got hot at that and made it clear in no uncertain terms that Laina
belonged to her.  The fishmonger had been so touched.  Laina had taken her
precious sweet love into her arms kissing her deeply with all the love in her
heart.  They had fucked for another hour with soul crushing orgasms of pure
fucking bliss. 
Her mother had jumped at the unexpected offer.  She had nothing to lose.  Her
mother was as anxious for a better life too.  She murmured that she loved Kelia
already and wanted to teach her all her culinary skills.  She was positive the
lass would make an excellent cook.  Her wife had instantly taken to her new
mother.  She murmured that Laina’s mother was much nicer than her own mother. 
She wanted a new life desperately.
The queen had greeted them at the main gate and guided them into the courtyard
at the appointed hour.  Laina nearly shit her breeches.  There in the courtyard
was Drogon the queen’s great black dragon along with her white dragon. The
queen had put gloves and chaps on them with an older stately man’s assistance. 
The older man had helped them mount up the black dragon.  He climbed up after
them and helped them settle down onto the large saddle.  He pointed out the
grip rings for them to hold onto if necessary.
He dismounted and the Queen easily mounted her dragon without heat protection
as she gathered their heat resistant garb and handed it down to a steward. 
They watched the virile older man get up on the white dragon.
The dragons had launched into the air with a mighty push off with their legs
and beating of their wings.  Soon the queen had them leaning down as they
soared over the water and the dragons flew at a dizzying pace out to sea. 
As they traveled for the next eight hours they flew back over land and then
water again.  About twenty minutes later they flew over land again. 
The queen announced they had arrived at Tarth.  Ten minutes later they sat down
on the beach and the walked to the small town of Hardengate and she took them
to a beautiful freshly painted store front.  She took them inside and announced
this was their new business and home.  The queen showed them the kitchen,
dining area and monger station and the living quarters.  The kitchen and monger
station fully implemented with new ovens, friars and all the cooking utensils
they would need and then some.
The Queen told them she knew of their employee with the simple mind.  He was on
a ship on the way to Tarth to join them.  Laina gaped at her Queen.  The woman
was a goddess!
The Queen hugged them and ordered them to be happy with a big smile.  Then the
majestic woman surprised Laina by hugging them all and wishing them well.  Then
then Queen and her knight were gone.
Now six weeks later Laina had finished her tutoring lesson for the night. 
Kelia was effusive in her praise as she always was with Laina’s progress in
learning her letters and she was now able to read simple words.  Her
handwriting was shaky but she had learned how to write all her letters and
numbers now.
Kelia purred “Now it is time for my reward!” with hot heat in her eyes.
Laina found hands pawing her and quickly divesting her of her clothing.  Kelia
stood up and reached behind her neck and undid the clasps and let her dress
drop exposing herself to Laina’s hot hungry gaze.   Kelia ran her hands up and
down her voluptuous and tight body.  The slut squeezed her large breast and
rubbed her dripping snatch through her light blue undergarment like a wanton
whore.  A dark wet stain darkened the fabric over her camel toe slit.  Kelia’s
large beast swayed as Kelia looked down at her with fuck hungry eyes.  Kelia
then bent down slightly to remove her undergarment dropping them to the floor. 
Her pussy was sopping wet.  Kelia ran her fingers up and down her wet groove
and smiled coyly. 
Kelia’s musk hit Laina like a sledgehammer and growled smelling her wife’s
arousal for her.  Laina could never get over how this drop dead beautiful
porcelain doll who was so genteel and proper in public became a wanton whore in
their bed.  Kelia was on Laina in a flash jamming Laina down on the mattress as
she crawled up on top of her lover.  She pressed their full D cup tits together
squishing them flat as arms and legs hooked and clasped pulling bodies tight.
Kelia’s tongue did not ask but demanded entrance to Laina’s mouth.  Laina
whimpered in need and parted her teeth.  Kelia’s tongue surged into Laina’s
mouth the instant the former urchin from fishmonger square parted her teeth. 
Like an adder Kelia’s tongue wrapped around Laina’s tongue in fuck hunger. 
Kelia gripped Laina’s hair with both hands and slammed her tongue down her
wife’s throat making Laina cry out into Kelia’s hot wet devouring mouth.
They rolled around on their queen sized bed.  Now Kelia moved down and devoured
Laina’s fat stubby nipples and hard sucked on them with cheek hollowing sucks
and her left hand snaked down Laina’s flat bell and two fingers slowly sunk
deep into Laina’s twat and pumped sensually in and out her dripping snatch. 
Laina groaned gutturally deep in her chest in helpless pleasure.
Kelia nursed fiercely back and forth on flushed tits her tongue rasping turgid
nipples.  Her fingers worked harder and faster in and out the soupy mess of her
woman’s swollen muff. 
Laina was lost in pleasure.  She wondered yet again as her face slashed and
eyes squeezed shut tight.  Why had the queen come to them and saved them from a
life of misery and loss?  Why them?
Liana’s belly was tightening and her cunt spasming hard on the three fingers
now plunging in and out her sloppy wet cunt as it splattered out cum droplets. 
Kelia was a total slut in bed as Laina gagged in helpless pleasure.  Kelia, the
Lord’s proper and pristine daughter slammed her fingers hard in deep into her
lover’s couchie.  The noble teenager moaned as she banged her wife’s cunt hard
and steadily with her hand.  Her hand slamming into Laina’s swollen vulva the
shocks going straight to the shiny nubbin jacked into by Kelia’s slamming bent
thumb.  Kelia’s fingers piston hard in and out the soaked core of Laina’s
fount. 
Liana was on the edge now.  Her belly tightened as she dug her heels into the
mattress and lifted her cunt up into the fingers hammering her swollen muff. 
Laina’s trim sucked and spasmed on the fingers that slammed home deep and hard
into Laina’s spasming sopping wet cunt.  Her wife’s hand hammered her vulva and
clit continuous with her hand a blur with her hard fucking of her sweet
beautiful to her eyes wife.  The friction and jerking vibrations of impact made
Laina’s clit scream in ecstasy.
Why had the Queen intervened in their lives? 
Liana’s hips were jerking out of control now.  Her ass clenched jerking her
snatch up into the air as Kelia hammered her cunt hard and deep just like she
needed.
Of thank you gods for giving us this.  Thank you Daenerys Targaryen!
“Cum for me Laina! Cum on my hand slut!  Cum for your Kelia!  Show me your love
for me my beautiful fishmonger . . .  MY fishmonger!”
Oh gods Daenerys! Thank you for giving us a future; giving us life full of love
and promise!
With eyes squeezed tight shut Laina’s cunt exploded and scalded her with
killing pulses of ecstasy again and again.  “FFFFUUCCCKKKKKKK!
AAARRRUUNGGGGHHHHHH! UUUNNGGGHHNNNGGGGGG!” Laina screamed with pure love as her
voice scaled up like she was being skinned alive.  Her hips jerked up violently
jamming her splattering muff up into Kelia’s hammering thrusts fully burying
her fingers deep into her lover’s spasming twat gripping tight on the fingers
plundering her gushing cunt soaking Kelia’s hand and Laina’s groin, pussy, ass
crack, belly and inner thighs.  “Aaaagghhhiieeeeee!
Uunnnngghhiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Laina wailed in helpless pleasure and pure love.
Thank you Daenerys Targaryen for all this!  Thank youuuuuuu!
***** Mirror Mirror *****
Chapter Notes
     AN # 1: Graphic F-solo masturbtion
     AN # 2: This chapter and one other coming up soon will not fit the
     pattern of my other chapters. I started this story in July of 2015.
     in early August of 2015 i had written the second chapter. i then
     stopped and wrote 4 things i wanted to have in story. sort of way
     points. i doubt i will do that again.
     one was Clash of Beasts a pivotal moment of Dany / Arya. i wrote
     another that will be a big pivot point for Arya / Dany. So these two
     i was easily able to incorporate into the story when it came time.
     The two masturbation chapters i could not fit in that seemed right to
     the main flow of the chapters that all have multiple view points. the
     chapters before and after them are big and the View Points just did
     not allow for them to be grafted in.
     Thus the two stand alone masturbation chapters. As i have shown i
     love to masturbate. Soooooo, though i know they disrupt the flow of
     how i write now i still want to use them. i created them and want to
     use them. Both masturbation chapters further the development of Dany
     / Arya relationship and both had a little humor with the second
     chapter more so.
     The way i write changed a lot between when i wrote the stuff in
     August of 2015 and when i wrote where they got fitted in. Also my
     plans had changed. i worked them to try and make them graft in.
     Hopefully, succeeded.
     There is tons of story coming. The March north is about to commence
     and much will happen on that March and at Winterfell. For anyone who
     knows the "Land" hopefully you will like what is about to happen.
     Purest will pull their hair out maybe but 44,000 years have passed
     and Stave led the Haruchai to reevaluate themselves.
     Donaldson was always saying the Haruchai and Ramen were a passionate
     people. We will get to see that side when they "let their hair down".
     Oberyn will be both happy and pissed.
     Since only Dany and Arya are in the masturbation chapters they are
     smaller. Won't have to invest as much time reading them. Rest of
     chapters will generally be much bigger with some split into two
     parts. Trying to not put out chapters larger than 30,000 words.
                                   Chatper 35
                                 Mirror Mirror
                                   Daenerys
Daenerys was excited to be putting her plan into effect today.  She had been
frustrated by Arya’s modesty and Stark reserve. She had tried flirting that
sometimes seemed to register but often the girl gave her slightly offended
looks or seemed very uncomfortable.  Other times she was sure that Arya was
responding to her overtures but then the next moment that hope was dashed.
This had been highlighted when she had pulled off her top to have Arya rub
lineament into her supposedly sore shoulders.  Her nipples had been so erect
they were painful.  Daenerys had adjusted the angle of her body to try and get
her ‘royal hostage’ fingers on her breast.  The girl had absolutely refused to
let her fingers roam.  Damnit!
Daenerys had been hurt and pissed at the seeming rebuff of her blatant and then
almost desperate attempt to get the teenager to take ‘advantage’ of her.  It
was not till later that the Queen started to realize that maybe, just maybe,
the girl’s sheer inexperience and bashful reserve had prevented her from
registering the Queen’s advances.  She had come to learn of the Stark reserve. 
Just when Daenerys felt like she had a grip on the Stark, grip (she wished!),
the girl slipped through her fingers.  Dany was very aware of Arya’s right to
her body and to not have herself coerced.  Daenerys had learned that lesson all
too well in Essos.  She had had no control over her own body and would never
subject another woman to that.  She wanted her women to want and desire her. 
She wanted the girl to come to her. She was still scarred after all these years
from being handed to Drogo like a piece of meat to be fucked and thrown away. 
Fortunately, she had been able to bend the man to her will slowly and surely. 
She had become the master without him even realizing it.  She had then had to
use her body with men to try and capture her throne.  She had hated it. 
Daenerys had come to the place where she would never give herself to another
unless she wanted and truly desired that person.  Like she desired one Arya
Stark.
She did owe something to Khal Drogo though.  There was the one gift he had
given the young thirteen year old.  He had given her the insight to dream of
greatness.  In time she came to understand her true greatness and destiny.  She
was the Mare that had mounted half the known world.
Daenerys would never force herself on any woman no matter how much she wanted
the woman.  Daenerys knew she was in love with the Stark girl and hoped to get
the girl to love her in return.  Her lonely nights galling to her.  To have her
dream lover so close and yet so far away was frustrating to say the least.
The Queen was in a horny state.  It was a state that seemed perpetual now.  She
was a woman who needed physical satisfaction to keep her equilibrium.  While
she had been waring with the slave states and bringing the Dothraki to heal her
time and energy were focused on conquering her enemies and starting to
institute the reforms necessary to transform Essos.  She also had hopes to
reform the codes and ethics of Westeros.  A big advantage she had in her
homeland was that she did not have to fight slavery as she had in Essos.  It
allowed for her to take a more genteel approach.
She had had to put all that on hold because of the vexation of Eddard Stark. 
He had made the young Queen feel like pulling her hair out at times.  Since the
arrival of his daughter and her hand delivered message her initial concerns had
been much allayed.  Now she had to worry with forming up the South of Westeros
to meet the call of confronting a foe she had been sure she had disposed.
She smiled to herself.  She was well on her way to achieving that goal.  She
felt proud of her ability to finesse the situation and work the various Houses
to do her will and not realize that their goal was in all reality her goal.
So, on the political and governance front all was well.  That was the side of
Daenerys Targaryen that all saw.  She had another side.  The personal side of
the Queen.  The side that desired and craved affection and love.  The side of
her that needed a woman’s touch.  A touch she had suppressed and denied as she
ran up against the bigotry and culture of Essos and she knew existed in
Westeros.  Her need to conquer her foes and end slavery had been ascendant. 
That need had suppressed her personal desires.
She had suppressed her desires for a woman to love.  She had denied herself the
pleasure of having a woman making passionate love to her.  All rulers wanted
that special someone to share the burden with.  Many rulers like herself craved
the release that only great sex could give a person.  For Daenerys that touch
could only come from a woman. 
She had tried to fake it in Meereen.  She had tried to suppress it since.  No
more.  Tyrion had ignited her primal needs with his first overtures on that
beach in Dorne.  He planted a seed that had taken root and fully bloomed.  Her
desires for a woman’s touch could no longer be suppressed.
She had finally taken Tyrion up on his offer to provide nightly entertainment
to reduce her stress levels and give her mind, body and soul the release that
it had to long suppress.  She was so thankful she had finally taken him up on
his offer.
He had provided willing prostitutes from the best brothels that catered to the
rich and powerful wives of Lords, Sers and powerful business elites.  These
whores constantly fucking women who were either desperate for the female touch
or who needed to scratch their bi itch from time to time.  Daenerys and these
women wanted to fuck women who themselves loved to partake of the fairer sex. 
Daenerys wanted lesbian or bisexual sluts in her bed.
Daenerys Targaryen was definitely of the former group.  She had fallen on each
whore who graced her bed with a rabid fuck hunger.  She was making up for lost
time.  Gods she was in the heavens once more dining on succulent sloppy wet
cunt meat and shoving her tongue deep up spasming assholes.
She had sucked off each whore who in turn was sucking her off so hard and
long.  She tribbed and finger fucked the willing whores to wailing and wild
flipping orgasms.   She again was in heaven tribbing pussy to pussy or on a
woman’s thigh, belly or ass were her favorites.
She loved to use toys and a strap-on.  She had fucked her begging whores
bowlegged.  She generally liked to fuck her women one on one but she had often
fucked the incestuous mother-daughter couple of Chataya and Alayaya.  She
cherished fucking the couple who were married to each other.  They had taken
their strap-ons and fucked the Queen nearly to a comatose blissful state.
Daenerys shivered thinking of both of their cocks slamming up her fuck holes
and feeling their bulbous dickheads jerking over each other deep in her belly
as hey seesawed their cocks so hard and deep in and out her ass and cunny.  She
had cum so hard screaming like the proverbial banshees.  She loved it nasty
with strap-ons and the whores gladly slapped and pulled her hair raking clipped
nails down her body marking her that way and with vicious hickies that had her
screaming in pain and bliss.
They ‘made’ her do ATM and did A2P when she made it clear she wanted to be
fucked that way without beforehand asking of permission.  She knew she could
trust them as the choked her; half gasping her.  She was a switch and needed
dominate women to be switches too so she could return the gift of rough sex
with willing partners that craved it like she did.  And the mother-daughter
whores, Chataya and Alayaya, craved a hard savage love fuck.  She would team up
with the mother or other to fuck them DP and do all the nasty shit she loved. 
Dany was so happy that the whores had found Solaja Xo and vice versa.  They
were so much in love and fucked the way that Dany loved to fuck.  With total
abandon and going for the brass ring again and again.
The Queen had heard all the reports from Varys and Tyrion’s snickers of how the
Admiral was being boarded and thrown over the edge of her desk and fucked hard
up her ass or being DPed like the willing wanton whore she was.  Having two
madams as her wives had also given the Summer Islander admiral access to
willing and wanton whores who craved to join the festivities.  Daenerys was
happy for her loyal admiral.
The Queen always loved to fuck and fucked the night away with her extreme
endurance and insatiable appetite for pussy and asshole.  To be fucked with
strap-ons and to be fisted in her pussy and ass.  She was a total fuck fiend in
bed and not ashamed one iota for it.  Daenerys reveled in her total sexual
liberation and freedom.
The Queen had worn all her women out.  She would suck them off again and
again.  She cherished feeling a pussy exploding in her mouth and flooding it
with sweet hot creamy cum.  She never tired of it.  Even Chataya and Alayaya
were exhausted as they did the Queen and teamed up with the sovereign to fuck
the mother or daughter DP with all the nasty sex that the Queen longed and
needed to do now that her appetites were again giving free reign again.  Dany
never tired of eating women out.  She loved pussy!  She tribbed like her life
depended on it.
What Daenerys had not fully realized till after the fact was that she had seen
less and less prostitutes for the last two and half months.  She had started to
fantasize and use her fingers and toys more and more to bring herself off.  She
had fantasized about a particular girl she had seen through the eyes of
Viserion.  A girl who had then come into her life.  A certain girl whose
exuberance and wild antics had unknowingly captured her heart that day in her
throne room.  Only now had the Queen come to fully understand that.
She had seen less and less of the prostitutes in a slow progression she had not
realized at first.  She smiled reflecting on Chataya bemoaning the fact that
her and her daughter no longer graced her bed.  She told the Queen that the
whores who had graced her bed were almost begging to again to fuck the Queen. 
Chataya and Alayaya had paid the whores extra for pleasing the Queen but they
chuckled telling the Queen that the women would do it for free and then made it
clear they would pay the madams to fuck the wild dragon in her quarters. 
To once more feel her mouth sucking them off and tongue fucking them so sweetly
in the pussy and up the ass.  To feel the Queen finger blasting them to
screaming orgasms in the pussy.  To feel her fist in their pussies and up their
assholes.  To trib wildly and wrecking her bed.  To use toys and strap-ons to
pound pussy and asshole to oblivion.  They wanted the Queen to pound their
cunts and pulverize their exploding assholes to nirvana. 
The Queen never tired of hearing how great in the sack she was.  Daenerys
preened when she was told what a great fuck she was.  It made her feel so sexy
and desirable to hear that.  She had, since Arya arrived, stopped completely
fucking any of the willing whores.  She wanted to fuck only one girl.  She
wanted Arya Stark in her bed.  Every night.
Daenerys Targaryen sensed that the shy reserved girl was hiding a ravenous
lesbian slut within her core and soul.  She just knew!  Well she was sure she
knew it.  She had to be.  She simply had to be!  Her gaydar sometimes pinged so
loudly with the girl she was worried she would get a migraine and the next time
she was with Arya she became sure the girl was as straight as an arrow.  She
was merely young and innocent waiting for the right man to come and grab her
affections.  Those thoughts caused either a feeling of being ill or outright
hostility towards any man Arya may find attractive.  She wanted her!
Such thoughts of Arya finding another attractive enraged the petite Queen.  Her
rage notched up another level with the thought of Arya finding some man
desirable over her.  Arya had to be gay!  She just had to be!  She wanted Arya
all for herself.  It was obvious the Wolf girl was a virgin.  With her active
life and warrior training she might not have a hymen for the Queen to take but
she still wanted to be the first and only one to touch the girl.  Only she
would fuck the sweet wolf of House Stark.  It would be Daenerys that would take
her cherry and awaken the insatiable slut she knew resided in that sweet girl. 
She would make Arya into a woman true. 
Arya would belong only to her and vice versa.  They would only love each
other. 
The object of her love and suppressed rampant lust was right beside her at the
moment.  Daenerys was controlling her hormones making sure to not overwhelm and
or scare the girl away.  She was being extremely careful and diffident with the
girl.  She had been sold off like a heifer cow and made to feel it by her
brother.  That was how Khal Drogo treated Daenerys until she had learned how to
bend the man to her will with first the help of Doreah and then her other sweet
Dothraki handmaidens.
She had learned well how to please a man but even more so how to please women. 
It was only women she longed to love and fuck.  Now that focus was only on Arya
Stark.  They would only love each other.
Arya was telling her about how she was so excited by today’s sword lesson.  The
new feints were so complicated and challenging.  Daenerys always loved the
inflections in Arya’s voice when excited.  Passion for her sword lessons
ringing true like a pealing bell.  The Queen longed to teach Arya another kind
of sword lesson!
The young pale Targaryen Queen turned to look at her young ‘hostage’.  Gods she
was so beautiful.  She was so animated talking with her arms waving and her
nipples semi erect jutting out her top.  Daenerys nipples were rigid too with
her sweat cooling her heated skin and more so with the lust she felt for the
young princess.
The two practiced hard in the morning and worked up to the late morning and
then went to Dany’s royal suite to bathe and prepare for the rest of the day. 
Dany had to go to a quick small council meeting on finances for the war effort
this afternoon.  There had been little requests for an audience with the Queen
so she had put off till tomorrow having a hearing of grievances in the great
throne room.  The Small Council meeting she had pushed back till the late
afternoon.  It would be quick. 
She had other plans.  She smirked to herself at her ingenuity.  She would
finally get to see what the shy Stark girl had denied her.  For too long!
Arya would spend the afternoon studying with various tutors.  Missandei was
teaching her High Valyrian.  If Dany’s dreams came true she wanted her wife to
be able to communicate to her in her own tongue.  She had no problem speaking
the common tongue but her mother language was so beautiful.
Arya was picking the language up quick like she did in all things.  Dany
masturbated to thoughts of the Stark howling her orgasm in high Valyerian. 
“Jevys qrinuntys jemo paktot issa qrinuntys jemo paktot issaāeksia yno bē jemī
Daenyers se!” or “Doriar udra pōnto syt eman! Lo Mērī jemī!” Dany shivered
thinking her nasty thoughts.  Yes, to hear Arya growling “I’m going to devour
your wet sweet cunt and make you scream Daenerys!” or “ram your fingers in
deep! Make me scream!”
The Stark girl seemed to be picking up the Queen’s language well. She also had
the girl learning Dothraki but that was slower.  The sentence structure and
subjective verbs were proving difficult for the young princess but Daenerys had
several Dothraki handmaidens teaching Arya.  Recently, the campfire had seemed
to flare stronger and now Arya was beginning to pick up the second language
that Daenerys had come to think of as her second mother tongue.
Daenerys had seen how easily Arya put her Dothraki handmaidens under her spell
without even realizing it.  The girl was so innocent.  The young Queen had made
sure that Helli, Meziqqi and Tahigi understood that Arya was not to be touched
or seduced.  They had smiled slyly understanding exactly who the girl was for. 
They had happily acquiesced.  There was plenty of pussy with all the young lord
wives about and horny wives of merchants and commerce agents for them to ply
and easily seduce to their traditional bed pallets.  
Yes, Daenerys wanted Arya to know more than her native tongue and only the
history of Westeros.  Arya took other lessons on Valyrian history she always
seemed happy to take. She was well educated on Westeros history but Dany also
had her taking lessons in math, algebra, geometry because this developed the
mind.  She was getting lessons in finance and commerce from their Master of
Coin Vedad Softic.  She wanted Arya to be capable and knowledgeable to be her
Queen if her dreams were ever to be realized. 
Arya took courses in the history of Esso since it was now ruled from Kings
Landing too.  She learned the Oral history of the Dothraki from her language
instructors in that tongue.  Arya was learning fast in all things.
Daenerys sighed.  She knew the girl would voraciously learn the lessons of
lesbian lovemaking.  She couldn’t wait to start teaching her!
Many days Arya went back down to Seryio Foral for additional one on one
training learning the subtly of becoming a water dancer.  The master told Dany
that the girl was advancing fast.  She needed to only do a new routine once
before she had it memorized to muscle memory.  It had taken Daenerys months to
master what Arya mastered in a day.  She had learned from Syrio and Barristan
that they too took months to commit those lessons to muscle memory.  Dany could
sense something was troubling Syrio recently but she had as yet to ask him.  He
was not greatly troubled she could tell but something was rankling him about
his lessons with Arya.
The Queen had been bringing Arya to her quarters for a week and half now after
their morning workouts and sword training.  Arya had mentioned having to have
her bath drawn in her quarters and it struck Daenerys that was not right for a
High Princess.  Arya Stark, as her royal hostage, deserved the right to have
access to the bathing facilities that the Queen enjoyed.  It was really the
least the Queen could do for Arya.  Arya deserved to be pampered as the High
Princess she was.  It was really just royal protocol the Queen was trying to
follow.  The fact that the Princess would be near her in a more erotic
environment was beside point. 
Daenerys had also secretly hoped to see the princess naked body and then maybe
nature could take its natural course and they could be wildly boning!  That was
Daenerys fantasies.  That had not been the reality damnit!  The girl was so
bashful about her body she was almost prudish.  Arya made sure she had her body
covered when Daenerys eyes would ‘accidentally’ drift her way.
It was highly frustrating to the Queen.  At first she had wondered if she
should be offended with the Stark girl not allowing her ‘charms’ to be seen. 
That thinking had slowly changed.  Daenerys was just starting to realize that
for some strange reason Arya did not think her body was supper hot and
desirable.   The girl did not look at herself as being highly desirable.  The
Valyrian had noticed and drooled over Arya’s unusual breast that were all
nipples that engorged to ripe overripe plums when she was excited like she was
often when she was exercising and sword practicing with their sword masters or
against each other.  She would be all flushed from exercise in the sheer tops
they wore to not overheat.  Then when their sweat cooled off their bodies
Arya’s nipples would be so sweetly engorged with blood.
The sight had Daenerys mouth nearly salivating with the lust to utterly consume
those sweet plum like nipples and make the girl writhe and whimper in
pleasure.  To see Arya’s mouth falling open in a helpless O of pleasure and to
hear her throat cawing in sweet love cooings and choked groans of ecstasy.
Dany wanted to think that a lot of the reason for Arya’s nipples were so erect
was the sight of her body.  She looked for signs of this but she only would
catch maddeningly brief glimpses.  When she would see that look and then look
again Arya had on a look of seeming innocence and not being interested in her
as anything other than as a mentor and a subject of the Queen.  Daenerys was
finding it quite maddening actually.
She needed to see Arya’s body.  Today she would!  Even if it was with
subterfuge.
They entered her suite.  Arya breathed deep and smiled.  “What is that I smell
Daenerys?  Flowers?”  She looked around and spotted five vases filled to
overflowing with sweet smelling Roses, Lilacs and Orchids.  The smell so
pleasing.
Dany watched her sweetheart move over to the closest vase and bend over
breathing in deep.  The girl looked so virginal breathing in deep the
intoxicating perform with a soft smile on her face.  Her ass was jutting out. 
Daenerys noticed yet again that Arya had a small rump but it was so tight and
firm.  The Queen had visions of first kissing those ass cheeks and then licking
them as she made Arya gasp with wanton pleasure.  Then the Queen would spread
her ass crack open and sensually lick up and down that crack.  She would tongue
it and drool all along that sweet crease and up those firm ass cheeks.  Then
her tongue would lap and circle the sixteen year old’s spasming starfish and
then focus on that sweet anus.  Soft slow tongue licks with increased pressure
letting her sweet wolf know where her tongue would soon reside.  Then
stiffening her tongue, Daenerys would slowly sink her tongue deep up Arya’s
tight asshole.  She shivered at the thought.  Oh how Daenerys wished that the
girl was her sweetheart in deed and not just thought.
Dany shook her lewd thoughts from her mind pushing them back for now.  Still
her desires were burbling and begging to be let loose.  Dany smiled seeing
Arya’s soft smile smelling the flower sweet scent deep into her lungs. 
“Do you like them?”
“Yes!”
“Then I will have them in here from now on.  They are in season but there are
vendors who import them from Highgarden.  You deserve the best Arya.”  She
smiled seeing the girl blush mightily.  The girl instinctively bent her head
down and batted her long eyelashes at Dany.  Gods what this girl did to Dany
without even trying!
“Thank you Daenerys.  You are always so good to this little princess from the
North”
“Anything for my sweet wolf” Daenerys had locked eyes with the girl but Arya
turned away blushing.  Arghhh! The girl was frustrating.  She was sure that it
was innocence but was so worried about abusing her power and seeing what she
wanted to see Dany hesitated.  If the girl would just give her one sure sign!
Arya went to sit on the long wide bench in front of the dresser and the large
mirror that was four five feet high and ran the length of the dresser.  The
bench was padded with thick comfortable cushion with a velvet top that was so
comfortable to sit on. The top could be lifted and items stored in it.  Dany
had it locked since she had certain toys in it that she picked up during her
conquests of Essos and she had acquired from Chataya and Alayaya.  Dany longed
to use her dildos, butt plugs, double headed dildos and strap-ons on Arya.  She
would fuck her so good with them.
Arya was definitely not ready to any of those yet!
Daenerys was disappointed that Arya never once yet looked up to look at her as
she stripped and went into the bath suite.  Damn that Stark resolve and iron
will to implement it.  Arya should have been ogling her body and then coming to
Dany and fucking her!  Dany took a calming breath.  She had come to understand
the girl was shy and bashful.  She was also intelligent and crafty.  Dany
shivered with thoughts that the shy girl was somehow stealing looks at her
Queen’s hot body when Daenerys had not been able to catch her.  A girl could
hope!
The girl had left a book on geometry on the dresser top.  The Queen had used
geometry and trigonometry in some of her sieges on designing siege weapons and
distances for tunnel digging and such siege craft.  She thought it strengthened
the mind and wanted Arya to know the same knowledge and learn to think
analytically.  
Dany gulped.  But the girl did not see her new adornment or thought nothing of
it.
Daenerys stripped constantly looking up but the legendary Stark reserve was in
full effect.  Damn Eddard Stark for drilling too much honor into his children! 
Did they all exhibit this restraint when it came to sex?  Honor was nice but it
was definitely crimping her libido and her desires for a certain wolf girl. 
She longed to strip the young teenager of her control and make her into a
raging slut who couldn’t get enough pussy!  Dany smirked to herself with her
wayward thoughts.
She was putting the cart before the horse.  She had yet to really see Arya’s
body.  A body she longed to see and lust after today.  She was sure today that
would change with her addition to her dresser.
It was agreed with Arya’s insistence that the Queen go first.  Dany had not
fought it too much.  Getting clean and relaxed from the hot water always put
the Queen in a horny state that had her hyper tuned to ogle and fantasize about
taking and ravishing her sweet young wolf girl.
She took her bath.  When alone she would often masturbate but she was never a
quiet person when it came to sex.  She wanted to scream and thrash spilling
water out of the deep tub all over the floor as her limbs thrashed and she
often jammed her feet on the tub bottom and lifted her cunt up out of the water
still hammering her fingers or dildo into her exploding pussy as she humped
desperately as shockwaves pulsed through her body and she screamed and
screamed.
She really went crazy when she fucked her asshole with a ribbed dildo or took
her special ‘rubber’ double headed dildo from the southern island of
Sothoryos.  The material flexible.  Alayaya had shown her how to bend it back
on itself and snake both bulbous cockheads into her tight pussy and pinched
shut anus.  Gods the orgasms from that double penetration had made her lose her
mind in shocking ecstasy as she had an anal and vaginal orgasm at the same
time.  Gods Dany loved anal sex.
Daenerys finished her bath luxuriating in the heated water.  A large heated
storage tank dropping in heated water and letting out cold dirty water with a
turn of a few knobs.  She had brought the design in from Volantis.  Tyrion and
her Maester had fined tuned the original design to make the valves easier to
operate and have the water drain out in a fast or slow manner and fresh water
added when needed to heat up the bath.  Daenerys liked mechanical contraptions
and knowing how they were constructed and their inner workings. 
Dany came out with a towel wrapped around her slender small frame.  Another
towel wrapped around her long platinum blond hair.  She went over to see where
Arya was in the book and they talked about the latest news from Casterly Rock. 
The girl easily mastered the mathematics and asked probing questions that
showed she knew how to analyze her environment and apply mathematics to solve
real world problems.
Again Dany marveled at how perfect Arya was for her.  She would be the Queen
that she needed at her elbow.  The Stark teenager would help her rule during
the day and grace her bed at night.  They would fuck each other blind every
night relaxing bodies and minds so the next day they could govern fully and
efficiently.
Dany was making sure that Arya was fully versed on current politics and
policies she was proposing or busy implanting.  Daenerys was so happy that Arya
was so excited to see how the mechanisms of government worked. Arya was even
more excited with Daenerys ideas for reform. 
Arya was excited for change in the world and felt that Dany should charge
forward but Dany was patiently teaching Arya patience.  She had a lifetime full
of Slaver’s Bay.  She had crushed the vile slave trade but she was still so
haunted by dreams of all she had killed.
Only as a last resort she promised herself.  She had developed the power
necessary to take other paths now.  She acquired the power she had for more
than purely conquest.
Arya got up from the bench and slowly walked to the end of the large canopied
royal bed.  The bed the Queen desperately wanted to fuck the Stark girl in.
The routine had been set where the maids laid out the towels for Arya and her
change of clothes she would dress into for the afternoon. 
Dany noticed her new acquisition was exactly where she had placed it on the
dresser.  She smirked.  Yes she loved it when a plan came together.  Her new
mirror was perfectly positioned to allow her to watch Arya strip nude.  The
girl’s modesty had thwarted her for long enough!
She smiled as the girl kept looking up to make sure that Dany was following her
strict orders to not “peek”.  Dany had laughed when Arya used that word.  She
had come to understand that the word choice itself spoke volumes.  The girl was
so innocent that she was not aware of the raging lust simmering only a few feet
away from her.  She could understand the girl’s reticence about letting Dany
see her body in that context.  It was frustrating to the young Queen but she
could understand it.  She was used to women throwing themselves at her.  That
she liked a lot.
She was sure the girl was attracted to her but she simply refused to follow the
Targaryen cues.  Dany hesitated greatly to advance on the young girl without
any overtures from the teenager.  She would not do to Arya what had been done
to her.  The whores and women she had gladly fucked in Essos had been all about
pleasure.  The same with the prostitutes that Tyrion arranged to have in her
bed in Westeros.  With Arya there was so much more than just concerns about raw
exploding pleasure.  This was about something so much more.  Something
precious.  Something she would not let pure lust ruin, thus, her slow approach.
Dany was very comfortable with her body and had assumed at first that Arya, a
Princess of a high noble house would have a proud self-confident opinion of her
body.  She had come to understand that she did not.  What Daenerys had to come
to slowly understand was that Arya had very low self-esteem.  In gently probing
the young princess she had come to sense that Arya felt like the ugly duckling
when she was compared to the radiant beauty of her sister Sansa.
The tall girl with long auburn hair and the deep blue eyes had the beauty that
the bards sang about.  Sansa had sensual curves to Arya’s almost nonexistence
ass or breast.  Dany had started to wonder if the young girl felt that compared
to Daenerys Targaryen herself she was not hot compared to the Queen.  The Queen
suspected that Arya felt her puffy nipples an embarrassment.  That Arya thought
her cute little rump was not turn a on to the extreme.  Arya’s ass was plenty
big and sensual to the Valyrian.
Dany looked over at Arya and smiled at her.  The girl blushed so cutely.  Dany
could see her nipples poking out her top now.  Gods they were so fucking big. 
She wanted to suck them down her throat!  They were unusual for sure but their
uniqueness had the Queen hypnotized with lust to suck those bulbs into her
mouth and devour.  Anyone would long to suck on those juicy nipples for hours.
To work those engorged bulbs with one’s hot sucking mouth while her fingers
fucked the girl to screaming orgasms.
Dany turned back around to give the girl her supposed privacy.  Dany watched
Arya check one more time and thought her need for modesty had been satisfied. 
 The Queen smirked.  Dany had the small mirror positioned such that as Dany
started to dry her hair and run her fingers through her lightly wet tresses she
looked off to the side slightly like she had for the last week to get the girl
used to the position of her body.  This position allowed the Queen to see her
bed in its totality.  And since Arya was by it—her too!
Dany felt her breath catch as the girl began to undo the laces of her top. 
Dany had to force herself to keep drying her hair.  She felt her breath
hitching.  She watched the teenager grip the hem of her top and start to lift
her shirt up off her body.  The Queen pursed her lips stifling a moan of desire
seeing Arya’s soft creamy pale skin exposed.  Her back and ribs came into view
and the Queen felt her cunt spasm and flush with desire.  The Stark girl’s skin
was so smooth and pale.  She longed to stroke and kiss Arya’s pale white body
being exposed to her ravenous eyes.
The Queen watched the interplay of muscles that flexed and relaxed as the girl
worked the top up her body. The girl’s luxurious brown hair was caught up in
the folds of the rising shirt.  The girl’s arms now rising to pull the shirt
off her body and up her head.  More of the teenager’s skin was exposed and
Dany’s couchie was now wet and her breathing was a little ragged.  Her skin was
flushed but her recent bath and drying could explain that.
Arya’s body was so muscled with lean long ropey muscles.  Seeing Arya’s back
muscles play and work had Dany seeing in her mind her behind the girl her
hips.  Dany’s mind drifted to a sweet day in the not too distant future.  She
had a grip of the teenager’s hips her fingers clenched into the young girl’s
hips and the swale down to her ribs.  Dany would be slamming into the girl’s
firm round ass with her strong thighs.  The smacks of sweaty bodies loud in the
room.  The sounds of women moaning and cawing in the throes of the rut.  The
Queen slamming her cock in and out the girl’s swollen drooling pussy and then
pulling out her camel toe as Arya whimpered.  Dany would pull her cum slicked
cock up over Arya’s cum slicked perineum.  Guiding her cockhead to Arya’s
spasming anus.  Then Dany would slam home her thick long cock into Arya’s
hungry wanton asshole that she had long ago deflowered with savage hard anal
poundings.  Gods the screams Dany would make Arya howl.  Daenerys would teach
Arya the awesome beauty of exploding asshole ripping anal ‘gasms. 
Arya pulled her shirt up and over her head. Dany gasped at the girl’s beauty. 
She had slightly twisted her body in getting her top off.  It had exposed her
front in side relief.  Dany had to really clamp her lips now to stifle her
moans. The girl had only the slightest swelling of breast.  Just the smallest
of hillocks that had the Queen’s mouth salivating.  She thought of swallowing
the girl’s breast entire.
And the girl’s nipples.  Gods they looked so plump and how they formed a cone
on the top of the girl’s breast like a half bursting plume.  Even with her
nipples not fully erect they were so spongy with her nipple jutting up from
pulpy areolas.  Dany knew those nipples would engorge with blood when she
aroused the girl.  Those nipples would swell to bursting oversized small
plums.  All stiff but still pulpy for her to suck on.  She could already fell
her lips hooking on the small overhang of the girl’s nipple over the smallest
of their breast.  Gods Dany wanted to have Arya!
Oh gods, to sink her teeth lightly into those bursting nipples and saw her
teeth back and forth gently as she finger fucked the girl and looking up to see
her wolf’s face shattering with ecstasy as she slammed her finger in out her
sloppy wet cunt.  She would suck so hard her cheeks hollowing out as she
speared the hard swollen engorged nipples.  The girl’s heated greasy inner
folds spasming and clenching hard on her fingers as Arya’s orgasm rocked her
body.
Currently, the girl’s body stretched as she arched her back jutting out her
plump nipples.  Arya was performing so like an ingénue not even realizing the
affect she was having on her Queen.  Arya twisted her back to work her spin
which had the effect of showing off her beautiful nipples.  Nipples now full
erect!  They were swelled up jutting over the small hillock of her breast.  All
light brown and begging to be devoured!  Dany nearly dropped the comb she had
started to brush through her hair.  Her lightning fast reflexes grabbed the
spinning tumbling comb before she embarrassed herself.   
Arya checked again to make sure Dany was not looking in the big mirror.  She
was not but she was staring hard at the small one.  Dany was very pleased with
herself.  She had to suppress another moan.  The girl feeling safe brazenly
moved her hands up to her nipples and rasped them with her palms circling them
and grinding in.  Dany was still pretending to dry and comb her hair.  She was
drooling seeing Arya’s body jolt with hedonistic pleasure and now the girl’s
nipples were so swollen they looked like they may truly burst they were so
engorged and pulpy. 
Arya whimpered.  She jerked and stopped.  She looked back quickly but Dany had
tilted her head down to dry her hair further seemingly.  In reality she was
making sure Arya did not know she was being spied on.  Bent over Dany glanced
at Arya.  Arya had proceeded on with her disrobing.
Dany felt her breath catch as Arya undid the laces of her birches and then let
them fall.  Dany felt her cunt that had been moistening with her labia lips
engorging and nipples erect.  Now her cunt flooded and throbbed as did her now
fully erect nipples.  She felt that tingling flush of arousal flood her now
aching body.  Seeing Arya’s pussy with the closely cropped hair let Dany see
her slit and the bugle of her clitoral hood.  This had the Dragon princess
instantly sloppy wet.  Her shaved twat soaked and inner thighs quickly getting
in that state.
The Stark girl looked down at her pussy looking at her thatch and then ran her
finger up and down her slit shivering.  She did this several times her pussy
lips engorging.  She looked up suddenly looking sheepish.
Dany was again seeming to dry her hair and work out the tangles her focus not
on her royal hostage.  Dany was fighting to keep from passing out.  The girl
was fucking perfect.  Her slender hips on top of thick thighs that had nearly
snapped her in two during their fight in the throne room.  The girl had well
developed shoulders and lats giving her the briefest of V shape to her upper
body that made Dany wet for the girl.
Arya picked up her towels and went into the bath suite.  Soon Dany heard Arya
get in the bath and begin washing.  Dany knew she usually took nearly a half an
hour to wash and shampoo her hair.  Arya loved to soak and enjoy the hot
water. 
More than enough time Dany thought with a happy spasm.  She had told herself
beforehand that she shouldn’t do it but she now told herself “Fuck that!”  She
was noisy when she fucked or masturbated but she would just have to show some
of that will power that had allowed her to conquer Essos where no one had ever
even conquered a third of the continent.  
Dany knew she should feel guilty for spying on the Stark girl but the only
thought that occurred to the Targaryen was how she wanted to make Arya howl. 
Dany was conflicted but she wouldn’t let guilt ruin this moment.  She knew she
should feel guilt for wanting the girl for herself.  She did not.  She would
debate with herself later about not feeling any guilt over her voyeurism.  She
wanted the girl.  She was rapidly deciding she would indeed do what was
necessary to take this girl as her Queen.
She just wish the girl would show her some adore and that she desired her Queen
as much as her Queen desired her royal hostage.  She did not realize she was
hiding her new love and raw lust to well as the young royal hostage was doing
in return to the Queen. 
Daenerys knew she should release her lust and love and let the Stark girl
follow her destiny and letting the Stark girl have the freedom to follow her
heart, but, Dany’s heart screamed at her to take the Stark Princess and make
her hers. 
Dany let the towel wrapped around her body fall to the floor exposing her nude
body.  She turned to look at herself in the full mirror.  Her light brown
nipples were rock hard and her acerolas steeple.  Her pale face and neck
flushed.  Her violet eyes were almost ablaze with her inner burning lust.  Her
damp hair so luxurious and hanging off her shoulders and down her back.
Daenerys was hot.  She knew it and was not embarrassed to admit that truth. 
She suspected her royal hostage felt the same but she refused to show it to the
Queen.  Which was maddening!
Dany looked at the windows.  It was a warm day with a strong breeze.  Yes, the
strong breeze blowing the drapes would help mask her scent.  The sweet flowers
perfume would hide her pungent musk.  Of course she wanted the object of her
desires to be surrounded by pretty flowers and their sweet scent to make her
happy.  But they served another purpose.  To hide the smell of her aroused
swollen cunny.
Dany put her comb down.  She stared at her reflection.  This was going to be so
delicious.
Her hands came up to massage and roll her breasts.  Dany loved the feel of her
firm grapefruit sized breast rolling underneath her palms.  Her palms rasping
her nipples making them throb with aching pleasure.  Her hands worked her
breast rolling them then she cupped her breast squeezing them.  She started to
moan softly in wheezing gasps.  Her fingers now sinking deep into her pale
breast.
She loved to work her tits.  Her hands squeezed in hard as she half circled her
tits and pulped them.  “Unngggg hhhngggg mmmgggg hhhnnn hhhnnn hhnngggg!” the
Queen softly mewled as squeezed and mauled her tits with moderate hard
squeezes.  Her fingers found her nipples and rolled the sensitive nubs
squeezing them.  The rock hard nubbins felt like rubber slightly crinkled as
pulled on them.  She gasped hit hard with pleasure. 
She felt hot pulses filling her breasts.  Her clit was so hard and aching to be
touched.  Her pussy already sloppy wet.  Dany looked down at her dark pink
labia lips engorged and bloomed out her slit all knotted up and wet with fuck
juice.  She gasped at the sight.  She squeezed her thighs to add friction and
pressure to her puss.  Her body jolted with arching pleasure.
Her left hand continued to work her aching breast.  Her right hand snaked down
her hard muscled body.  She sensually circular stroked her flat stomach loving
the feathery spasms she felt deep in her womb that nearly staggered her with
cunt spasming pleasure.  Dany slowly circled down her clenching belly down to
her swollen wet camel toe.  She now rubbed up and down her slit as she gasped
in pleasure.  She first rubbed over her clamshell loving the slimly wet feel. 
Her body was spasming now with hedonistic pleasure.  She leaned forward and
drooled out ribbons of spit that roped down and landed onto her cunt.  Her
fingers rubbing the spittle into her cunt.  The combined lubrication allowing
her fingers to easily slide up and down her greasy slit.
Dany splayed out her labia lips and ran her fingertips up and down her slit as
they were quickly greased with her wet juices and more bubbly spit she drooled
out her mouth.  The long ropey strands of spit swaying on her lips before
breaking off to fling down onto her wet cunt.  Dany’s head rocked back in
pleasure when her fingers ghosted over her clit and the shock of pleasure ran
through her body.  Dany loved to watch herself masturbate and fuck.  She began
to rub around her clit in a delicious circular dance her fingers now jacking
into her clit at angles as she circled it.
"Unh! Unh! Mngee! Unh! Mngee! Oh! Mngee! Unggh!" she half-panted, half
whimpered.  Dany felt the tension beginning its first tightening in her belly
and deep in her creamy now cum filled cunt.
She watched her eyes droop with lust.  Pictures of Arya’s naked body flooded
her mind’s eye. She pulled on her nipple before moving over to her other
swelled breast and rolled it before she played with her sensitive nubbin
pulling and squeezing it.
She swallowed as best she could her moans of pleasure.  The bath suite was far
enough away to mask her soft whimpers with Arya busy washing herself.
Daenerys felt her body on fire for her sweet wolf. Gods how she wanted to bury
her face in Arya’s muffin and suck her off until the girl was screaming in
orgasm.
Daenerys started to circle her clit pressing into its hood.  She gigged her
clit and now brushed over it with her fingertips jacking her clit.  Dany gagged
in raw pleasure.  She started to brush over the tip of her clit she exposed by
taking her left hand and pressing in on her belly just behind her clitoral
hood.  This pulled it back and down exposing her clit sheath.  She buzzed her
clit with her fast rubbing fingers filling her belly with soul gagging
pleasure.  Her cum slicking her fingers letting her rub furiously over her
clit. 
The Queen felt her face slashed with hard pulses of bliss.  Her breathing now
ragged.  Hard jerks filled the Queen’s body as searing bolts of pleasure
flashed through her body.  Each jolt of pleasure making the Queen’s face twist
with primordial pleasure.  She strangled cries of raw aching pleasure.
Her hips instinctively humped up into her circling fingers. Her palm started to
roll over her left breast rubbing her callused palm over the rock hard nipple
rubbing over it sensually.  She was close.  She went for the love kill.  She
took her left hand and pushed in on her clitoral hard from the side putting
intense pressure on her nubbin and the pressure jutting it fully out its
sheath.  With her right hand she rubbed hard and furiously back and forth over
her shiny clit.
Her eyes were squeezed tight shut when they suddenly shocked wide open.  Her
womb shattered and exploded in her belly.  Using every ounce of her willpower
she half strangled her cries of ecstasy.  "Ohhnggg! Arrrrunngggg! Hhnnn hhnnn
hhnnggg … Unngghmmnnggeeeee! Mmmghhhiieeggggg! Nnnhhiieeeeee!
Mmnnnhhgggiieeee!" she cried out, feeling a horrific climax rend her quivering
flesh, raking her nerves with fierce pleasure, pummeling her body with
excruciating spasms of fucking bliss.  Her head snapped forward and down and
then jacked back as her face slashed with almost agonizing pleasure.
Dany felt her body convulse with shattering womb rending spasms of fucking
bliss. Her body lurched forward and snapped back repeatedly as her now filmed
with sweat body convulsed in the throes of sweet orgasm.  The orgasm finally
waned and she was left partially stunned.  She was groggy but already her body
was thrumming for more.  Masturbating to her sweet wolf with her so near was
making her so fucking horny!  She needed more.
Daenerys pivoted around to lean back on the long wide plush bench putting a
bent arm behind her head to prop herself up and stretched out her right leg out
the left folded out on the bench opening her vagina up for her hungry fingers. 
Her cunny was so swollen and drooling out cum that soaked her mound, ass crack,
pelvis and down her thighs. 
She needed more!
She first massaged her breast some more tracing and pinching her nipples as she
gasped in hedonistic pleasure.  Her eyes slit and her throat parched with need.
Her right hand flowed back down her stomach and rubbed her cunt with her first
two fingers.  She worked them up and down her snatch whimpering in pleasure. 
Her whimpers turned to deep chested gurgles of ecstasy when she slowly slipped
two fingers deep into her hot tight quim.  She pumped them in and out her fuck
hole gagging at the pleasure.  She slow stroked them in and out her pussy.  Her
eyelids fluttered in wanton pleasure.  On the out stroke Dany could see her
fingers soaked with her fuck slime.  Her fingers glistening in the light but
also covered in creamy smears of hot cum.
Dany, after a minute pulled her fingers out her drooling muffin and rotated
them in her swollen pussy slit bulging out her vulva first one side and then
the other as her fingers rotated in her dripping snatch.  Her head rocking back
her long hair flagged behind her head as her fingers pressed harder into her
pussy.  Then she plunged her fingers back into her pussy and finger banged her
twat hard and deep.  Her bent fingers of her fourth and little finger slamming
her mons.
Her pussy was burbling and slurping on the long digits fucking her honey hole
hard and deep.  Dany loved the sound of a wet cunt getting fucked hard.  Gods
she loved fucking herself as her belly spasm with the first distant pulse of
her next orgasm.
Her left hand snaked up from her bent arm and massaged her left breast rolling
and squeezing.  Her fingers finding and rolling her engorged teat and pinching
before again cupping and rolling her breast.  She was getting close too fast! 
She pulled her fingers back out her snatch.  She now had her right hand
rotating on her pussy and then rubbing up and down slit before again rotating
on her so wet pussy.  The pleasure so delicious and throbbing.  Her pussy was
on fire with need!  Need inspired by Arya Stark!
Her head rotated from side to side in helpless pleasure with small jerks
shaking her head as the pleasure ratcheted up.  Squeaks and moans of pleasure
now escaping half-loud again from her lips. The pleasure was so fucking
intense. She felt so alive masturbating with her love not twenty-five feet
away.  She pressed harder into her slit gagging in helpless pleasure her eyes
lightly lidded and fluttering.
“Oh Arya! How I want your hands on my body … stroking my body … make my head
throw back, my back arched … my body on fire with your touch …” the Valeryian
whimpered.
More whimpers of want and need escaped her lips.  “Ummmgggg mmmmggggg … oooohh
Arya!”
She brought her fingers up to her mouth enjoying her taste. She loved the taste
of her own pussy and mewled sucking her fingers clean running them up and down
her tongue as she sucked on them sensually.
Then her fingers were back at her pussy.  She adjusted so she could lay out on
the bench her legs bent out at the knees opening her cunny up.  Her camel toe
swirled and bulged out underneath her now hard rubbing fingers pushing in hard
into her vulva and rubbing over her throbbing clit.  “Ummggg hhnnggg hnnggg …
oohhhhh yes yeessssss!” she whimpered softly.
Dany rubbed her fingers up and down her cunt form her perineum to up and over
her clit.  Up and down she rubbed sitting her body on fire.  Her head lulled
from side to side on the bench soft whimpers flowing from her mouth.
She now went hard and fast with her fingers rubbing up and down her snatch. 
She did this maybe ten times back and forth when her back arched and her eyes
squeezed shut tight.  Her cunt erupted sending geysers of shocking bliss
roaring through every cell of her body.     "Auungghhhh!" she cried out.
"Ohnngg! Ungghhmmnngg! Oh god . . . Arya! Ungghh! Auunngghnnggiieee!"  Dany
groaned, her body flipping and squirming out of control as a sharp orgasm
ripped her.  Suppressing her screams of bliss made her orgasm even more
intense.  Fighting her need to wail intensified her pleasure.
The Queen nearly slipped off the bench but somehow flipped her body back onto
the bench centered with her next jackknife of fucking searing bliss.  "Ohhh!
Oh! Nngggmmnnggiieee!" Daenerys squealed, climaxing in a sharp spasms of
ecstasy, her face torn with agony and bliss.  Dany clamped down on her cries
she wanted to scream in full throttled ecstasy.  "Nggghhhhh! Oh!
Anngghhhoooonggg!" she half-moaned, half- sighed as her body began to come down
from the wrenching climax.
Dany’s belly was so warm and fuzzy with post coital bliss.  Her head was lulled
to the left her eyes slit.  Her fingers traced her nipples and she felt her
cunt spasm with aftershocks of gut wrenching pleasure.  Her groans soft and
guttural.
She brought her fingers to her mouth again feasting on her juices wishing they
were Arya’s.  Slowly in and out Dany slide her fingers up and down her tongue
and pursed lips.  For next several minutes the Queen luxuriated sucking her
fingers like a pacifier.  Her body at first filled with sweet lassitude.  She
heard Arya chirping as she washed.  Her belly tightened again in raw aching
need.
Her fingers went south again and rubbed a few circles in her sloppy wet vulva
and then her first two fingers were pushed into her cunt deep.  Dany’s body
stiffened in raw pleasure and then relaxed as the Queen pumped her fingers
slowly in out her greasy cunt sinking them in deep and slowly pulling out
before thrusting in hard and fast to only pull out slowly. She kept this rhythm
up to start her pussy singing again.  She was so fucking wet.
Daenerys was insatiable wearing out her lovers and making sure they fucked her
bowlegged but dreaming of fucking Arya had her body on fire.  She brought the
same insatiable appetite she had in fucking to her masturbation.  Dany loved to
fuck herself as much as she loved fucking other woman.  She knew exactly how to
stroke and work her body to orgasm after orgasm.
Dany always loved the heat and wetness of her own pussy.  How tight she was. 
The feel of her lubricated inner folds gripping her pumping fingers like a
velvet fist.  She loved how her inner folds wetly sucked on her deep sliding
fingers.  Her pussy was wet and slurpy sounding as she worked her cunt with
expert skills.  Her thumb bent over the two fingers now slamming fucking her
fuck hole.  This let Dany pound her clit making the Queen’s face twist with
almost agonizing pleasure.
Daenerys mound and inner thighs were slicked with her love juice.  She felt her
cum leaking down her perineum soaking her anus and ass crack.  She moaned
thinking of Arya’s tongue deep up her ass and then her strap-on fucking her
asshole so hard and deep.  She had visions of Arya’s fist sinking deep up her
ass and love fucking her to an epic anal ‘gasm.  Her eyelids closed feeling her
sphincter rings gripping Arya’s wrist tight as she slammed her fist deep up her
asshole.
Her mind’s eyes could see it so clearly.  She moaned louder not able to control
her desires for the Wolf girl to totally ravish and dominate her when she was
in heat.  Gods knew she would mount and take her Wolf when the Dragon was
raging and in heat.
The Queen’s throat cawed in raw aching pleasure.  Her mind filed with thoughts
of Arya’s naked body and what it would be like to feast on those plump
nipples.  She could feel those bursting plums on her tongue.  Her lips hooked
underneath the rim of the engorged areolas.  Her head lifting with the force of
her impassioned deep throat love sucks. 
Then her mind was filled with visions of her face buried in the girl’s cunt
lapping furiously on her slit and clit.  She would suck the sweet cunt meat
deep into her mouth and pump her head. Her head pumps tenting the wet trim all
wet and dark pink.  Then pressing her face in hard.  Sucking in the girl’s clit
and tongue lashing and tongue lapping furiously with lots of hot short sucks. 
Her loving ministrations taking the girl to orgasm.
She would make the girl scream like the furies of hell were on her tail. 
She had her rhythm pumping her fingers in and out her now singing pussy it was
so wet.  She used her upper fingers and palm to mash into her rigid clit as her
right hand pumped fingers deep up into her buttery cunt.  Her left hand pulled
and twisted her nipples making her back arch in raw hedonistic pleasure.  Her
rhythm hard now slam fucking her swollen dripping wet snatch.
She lifted her head to watch her right hand masturbate her pussy.  Her mound
now so swollen and dark pink with rushing blood and so fucking wet her cunt
squishing with each thrust.  Her pervious orgasms had her pussy so engorged and
sloppy wet.  Her greasy cum filled cunt was letting her fingers slam effortless
in and out her buttery cunt.  Her knuckles slamming into her wet engorged
vulva.  She felt sweet spasms ripping her belly now.
She looked down her body.  She had toweled herself dry but her body was now
soaked with dripping sweat.  She did not care.  Her body was on fire!  Her
fingers were a blur slam fucking her swollen quim.  Her fingers pounding deep
up into her hot tight cunt.  She saw cum splattering out her pussy.  Her pussy
making wet obscene noises of self-pleasure.  Dany looked at her fingers all
soaking wet glistening with creamy cum that soaked her digits to the webbing of
her fingers.  Her cum now milky as felt she the rising tension deep in her
belly and the beginning tightening in her inner thighs she often felt before
orgasm.
In only another minute she was getting close again.  She always cummed fast and
hard when she started fucking but thinking of fucking Arya always made her cum
hot and even faster.  Her left hand came down and started rotate her fingertips
over her diamond hard shiny clit rubbing faster and faster mashing in rolling
and jacking her clit.  Her right hand slamming her fingers in and out her
slicked so wet cunt. 
Her pussy pulsed and gripped the fingers plunging in deep the fingertips
working in so deep sluicing through her wet folds and whorls.  Her head was up
again and she watched herself Jill herself off.  Her breathing was ragged with
need now.  Her belly heaving as she gasped and chuffed getting oxygen as her
body tensed and she harpooned fucked her slurping cunt.
She slammed her cunt with her right hand and she rose back up with her left
hand and massaged roughly her left breast.  Her breast had swelled and her
nipples so engorged the tips had whitened.  Her skin had flushed her throat and
down her upper chest.  She felt her body dripping with perspiration.  She was
chuffing hard her body desperate for oxygen as she fucked herself hard and
fast.  Her throat cawed with strangled moans of searing pleasure that rocked
her to the depths of her now spasming cunt.
She was so close she grunted and whinnied softly looking at the door to the
bath suite.  Arya had not heard.  She slammed her fingers into her twat
pounding her palm into her clit. So close so close … “oh yes—just a little more
… Ffffucckkkkk!” her mind screamed.
Her left arm had splayed out behind her as she lifted her hips up off the bench
and her fingers slammed into her cunt.  She looked up her belly angled up in
the air with her ankles pressed into the bench lifting her groin up in the
air.  Her hips instinctively flexing lifting her snatch up into her pounding
fingers.  Her left hand gripped the side of the bench as the Queen moved to get
her feet on the bench to press them down on the bench.  She raised her body up
onto her shoulders. 
The new position filled her belly with rigid tension her muscled stomach now
accordion tight showing off her abs.  Her shoulders were jammed into the bench
her cunt jammed up high off the bench now.  Dany groaned seeing her hips
flexing and her cunt rising and falling into the fingers fucking herself.  She
looked up her sweat soaked belly as her right hand harpoon fucked her swollen
muff.  Her fingers a blur as they slammed fucked her splattering sloshing fuck
hole.
Her pussy exploded gushing out pulses of sweet hot cum that slurped as she
continued pounding her pussy prolonging her orgasm.  Her knees flexed lowering
her torso and surging up again and again as shattering spasms of fucking bliss
tried to tear her belly open and her cunt inside out.
Dany fought hard to suppress her cries of ecstasy "Unngghhuuunnngghhh!" she
groaned through her gritted teeth.  Spittle spraying out her clenched teeth. 
"Unngghhh! Oh shit shit unngghhhaauunngghhh!"  Her clenched ass cheeks and
thrusting hips kept throwing her exploding snatch high in the air as her
fingers kept slam fucking her cunt to prolong her searing womb rending
pleasure.  Her very veins alive with fucking bliss her toes curling painfully
in shocking pleasure.
Her body suddenly collapsed back on the bench as convulsions of ecstasy tore
through her young tight body.  Her eyes squeezed tight shut.  Her eyes seeing
stars as she swallowed as best she could her screams of pleasure.  Her head
lifting again and again slamming the thickly cushioned bench with the back of
her head as pulses of ecstasy hammered her body.
“Dany are you alright?” Arya asked from the bath suite.
Dany’s eyes shot wide open as her body quaked in strong aftershocks.  ‘Y-Y-Yes!
Fine! Just fine! No problems in here” she almost shouted.
“You sure … you sound strange”
Dany’s body still shaking with aftershocks now had control of her faculties. 
She had sat up.  “I just dropped my comb … no problem—finish your bath”
“Okay”
Dany sucked her fingers clean sucking hard.  She so loved the taste of pussy.
 She sat up.  Sweat was pouring off her body in rivulets.  She shook hard with
strong aftershocks.  She groggily reached down for one of her towels and began
the process of drying her body and hair for a second time.  After a minute she
had her hair kind of dried.  Dany pushed her hair back from her face.  Her face
still dripping sweat.  She loved the feel of her satiated body feeling well and
truly fucked. 
She got up and sniffed. The flower had masked her musk.  Almost.  She had not
known ahead that she would jill off three times.  Her body shivered with
remembered pleasure and thoughts of taking Arya as her lover.  She would have
her.  She simply had to. 
She got a towel and folded it in half.  She needed more flowers.  She started
to wave her towel up and down toward the window.
“Gods … what that girl does to me”
***** Change of Heart *****
                                  Chapter 36
                                Change of Heart
  Myrion Dwellen / Cersei / Oberyn / Obara / Cersei / Obara / Oberyn / Tyron
Myrion
The master of arms and head trainer at the Battleborne Academy of Dorne sat
behind his desk doing his paper work.  He worked at the prime military
institute in all of Dorne; it was there that bodies were hardened and trained
for warfare and the best minds were honed in military tactics.
Myrion was proud of his institute.  It was the envy of all of Westeros.
It had been the training of body and mind at Battleborne academy that had
produced the soldiers and military leaders that had repulsed all invaders for
centuries.  Even the Targaryens with their dragons had been unable to conquer
Dorne with the men and women that had graduated from this academy to oppose
them.
Battleborne Academy was located midway between Sunspear and Planky town.  It
rested on five thousand acres of land of land that Nymeria herself had set
aside when she first landed. She had understood the importance of a strong
military; Dorne had never forgotten that need. The best and brightest were sent
through its academy, and this kept Dorne strong and independent. Many joined
the civilian workforce after six years of military service, but remained in the
reserves for an additional fifteen years as well.
Myrion had been born in the maw of the Prince’s Pass in the high desert between
the Mountains of Sky that separated Highgarden and Dorne on one side, and the
Cedar Mountains to the east. The mountainsides covered in towering cedar trees
were prized by shipbuilders. The trees were cut down and floated down the
Charmed River, all the way to the Chafferly River that ran down to the Holt,
where they were stopped and before floating all the way into the Summer Sea.
He could still remember his father logging up in the high glens, with the rich
smell that was unique to cedars. 
His uncles stilled lived the Bedouin lifestyle, and he had fallen in love with
their traditional sword.  It had blades on each end of a long, carved central
pole.  The right hand blade was heavier, and had a curved back with a scallop
to reduce weight. The left blade was thinner and straight.  Both blades had
circular guards. Had he not felt the pull of the military so strongly, he would
still be with them now.
Only the best came into the academy.  This was why he had been most displeased
during the Queen’s visit several months after her arrival in Westeros. 
She had been polite and formal enough when she met him.  Myrion had even
marveled at how she dressed plainly, refusing to wear a crown or tiara. She had
requested that he spar with her in full contact mode.  She wore her dragon mail
armor, and he wore the chainmail his master had given him as a gift when he
made colonel.  When she had pulled her sword from its scabbard and it sprang to
life, glowing bright blue, he had nearly dropped his own Thief sword, the
traditional weapon of the Bedouins in the heart of the Dorne Desert - land of
his birth.  
Despite his later years, he was still robust and full of vigor.  He gripped his
blade, twirling it over his head and then worked the thief sword in a windmill
pattern back and forth.  The queen easily parried, and slid her blade down to
his guard then jerked his blade down.  She then attempted to leap her blade up
and forward, but his upward-thrusting weapon knocked her blade to the left
instead.
They had fought back and forth on the main parade ground as Oberyn and this two
oldest sand snakes, along with about four hundred others, watched the Queen
keep their master on the defensive.  He would attack, and have his attacks
blunted or turned, and then he was having to parry and turn aside her very
intricate sword strokes.
He had finished the duel to a draw after ten minutes.  He was breathing heavily
while she displayed no sign of being winded at all. He had fallen for the woman
in a martial way at that moment. She was truly Nymeria reborn!
After their match, the Queen went to his office and told him that she had a
plan for Cersei Lannister.  Myrion had perked up, thinking the Queen was going
to part the beautiful woman with her head.  He had been shocked when she told
him to expect her arrival to his academy when she took King’s Landing.  He had
argued over it with her, inevitably being overruled.
Oberyn had come into his office during their discussion, and when he heard the
idea the Queen had for the Lannister he had nearly gone apoplectic.  Myrion’s
most prized graduate had argued with the Queen further where he dared not.  In
the end, it had been all for naught.  Over time he learned that the Queen was
going to give Cersei three choices.  He fervently hoped she would not choose to
come to Dorne, and if she did, he would break her quickly and be done with
woman.
The only problem was she never broke.  In fact, he had come to greatly admire
the lioness. A high royal with no physical training except maybe fucking (she
was beautiful) should have broken immediately.  She had not.
When Cersei first arrived at his academy, she had come into Myrion’s sphere of
influence like a hellcat.  She was vile, unfocused, and fiery, with a supreme
air of entitlement.  She stormed into his office with Oberyn pulling her by her
elbow. She was cursing the Prince the whole way in from the parade ground and
into his office on the right edge of the grounds.
She jerked her elbow free from Oberyn and literally hissed at him. “I swear by
the gods Oberyn, I will have my revenge on you for this.”
“You said you wanted to be a warrior.  How you were born to be one, but because
you have a cunt you were denied.  Well in Dorne, having a cunt means nothing to
this academy.  Here you will fail because you are weak and pathetic.” He shot
back spitefully.
“Fuck you!”
“In your dreams Cersei.  You’re all dried up anyways.”
“Aaaaaiiiiiieeeee!” Cersei cried out, her arms flailing, her fingers clawed,
trying to rip Oberyn’s face off.  The man easily blocked her strikes and pushed
her back, and she fell onto her ass with a loud ‘oomph’.  She glared up at
Oberyn, tears running down her cheeks.
Myrion seeing those tears sneered at the windbag.  She was weak.
He had sent her off to the barracks. He chuckled when reports came in of her
demands for a royal suite while only getting a cot.
She was crying the next morning in the mess hall, and then on the track around
the campus.  Myrion ran her until she broke down.  She would try to lever
herself up, and fall flat on her face.  For an hour he watched her crawl around
the track under the brutal sun. He made her get up and start running, again and
again.  Eventually, she finally threw up, pale.  He ran her some more, and had
her doing calisthenics.  She threw up again as he chuckled.  He had barked at
her gleefully, shouting at the fallen queen to ‘show some grit for gods’
sake.’ 
She looked at her vomit on the grass, clear and sparse.  Cersei staggered
around the track once more, and then threw up again.  Myrion had been so
enjoying the show he had failed to monitor the new recruit properly as his post
as master trainer required of him. 
Myrion went to sneer at her when she fell down again, crawling forward on the
grass still trying to move forward.  Her fingers clawing into the turf to try
and drag her body forward in her desire to fulfill her wish to become a
warrior.  Myrion sneered at her until he realized she was going into heat
stroke.  She had pushed herself beyond all endurance.  Cold fear pricked his
heart.  He picked Cersei up, and ran over to the infirmary.  He knew Cersei
Lannister’s was near death.  Her life hung in the balance.
It was touch and go for a day.  Myrion felt miserable.  He had been so happy
punishing the fallen Lannister, he had completely lost track of her physical
condition.  He assumed she would just quit.  Instead, she was willing to push
herself so hard she nearly died.  Her body was fevered her body red with
sunburn and blood rush trying to cool her overheated core.  The medical staff
stripped Cersei down and put her in an ice bath to cool her core temperature.
Myrion could not help but notice she was still a lovely woman even after she
had given birth three times.  Her stretch marks and slightly slumping breasts
only highlighted her beauty in his eyes.
Obara and Oberyn came in to visit the fallen Lannister once they’d heard what
happened.  Oberyn was most unhappy.  ‘You were to train her, not kill her!’ he
stormed.
Myrion offered his resignation on the spot.  He had abused his post.  Oberyn
calmed down after that, and asked what had happened.
The man was miserable at his abuse of power.  A top tenant of the Academy was
never abuse one’s rank and privilege.  To never knowingly harm a cadet.  The
master trainer told his most prized student how he had misjudged the woman’s
will and willingness to push herself forward, even as her body was shutting
down.  As they discussed the situation, they watched Obara running water over
Cersei’s body and toweling her off.  She folded the towel after and made a fan,
cooling the woman.
Myrion changed his opinion about Cersei that night. She was weak as a kitten
the next morning, but able to drink water and a medical porridge.  The next day
she seemed back to be back to normal, and was crying in righteous anger that
she would flay him alive for her mistreatment.  He was secretly stunned as well
as all the medical staff at the sudden completely revived Cersei Lannister. 
She should have needed weeks to recover.  Not a day.
After that the master trainer made sure to not let his ire get the better of
his judgment.  He had been shocked at how quickly the woman’s body seemed to
grow stronger, and her reflexes and instincts only increased by the day.
He insisted only on physical training.  Cersei stormed and ranted she had
waited her whole life to train, and “godsdmanit I want to train!” She only
equated sword work as training.  She totally did not understand that the body
and mind needed to be prepared for the sword first.  So Myrion ground his
teeth, letting Cersei Lannister rant and rail at him. He owed her that much
after nearly killing her the first day he had her under his tutelage.
With time, she had learned to control her most extreme behavior and managed to
be civil and show respect to her teachers and trainers.  She still muttered and
gave any people who aggrieved her the stinkeye, but she was not losing control
like she had been when she first arrived.
He finally moved her on to the second level of her physical training.  Oberyn
had told him that when Obara told Cersei that she had finished her basic
training, the woman had been actually dancing in happiness. 
It was obvious that Obara had fallen in love with the spitfire, but that was
not Myrion’s concern.  He was letting Obara train her in the martial arts. 
Oberyn was even helping out with the training every so often, teaching Cersei
the use of the battle staff.  Myrion had given the command that no metal
weapons training would commence until she was ready, and he would decide just
when that was.
Her second phase of training consisted of something he had read years ago in
the tomes of the early history of Dorne.  He had thought it was perfect for the
Lannister.
Again the new level of training had crushed the woman at first, but she gritted
her teeth and soon was doing her new tasks during most of the day.  It was
repetitive, but it was also teaching her mental command and toughness.  Obara
would watch Cersei when she had free time, and encourage the woman and talk to
Cersei as she trudged through her tasks. 
At first the Lannister ignored Obara, but eventually they started to chat. 
With time they even laughed together as Cersei toiled.  Myrion found it strange
that the two taciturn women could find humor in the mundane but they did.
Myrion had come to form a grudging regard for the woman. He was starting to
feel like he had when around the Queen – like something more than human was
involved with her unnatural pace of improvement.
As with all of his students, Cersei found herself in brawls as her skills
improved. Fights were common on the campus, as the pecking orders were
established like a pack of wolves.  All fighters wanted to know their place in
the pack; and all wanted to be the alpha, or at least the alpha’s beta. Cersei
never backed down.
Many a cadet had come into the infirmary with busted noses, bruised ribs, or in
need of smelling salts after a fight with Cersei. Strangely, the woman was not
trying to assert any rank with her bouts; she merely defended herself by
beating the shit out of her attackers.  Some of her antagonists seemed to need
several ass whippings to learn to not mess with the lioness as she was starting
to be called.  With each victory her stock increased, with first the cadets,
and now the trainers and teachers. 
Myrion rose up from his desk and went outside.  Cersei and Obara were sitting
at a picnic table, enjoying the cool breeze blowing in from the ocean. They
were eating lunch and talking in easy comradery.  He found himself happy to see
it.  He had come to want Cersei to succeed - she had made a believer of him. 
The woman was so focused on becoming a warrior that it was actually inspiring. 
She was showing that it was never too late to start one’s training. 
As he watched, Myrion saw a group of Dothraki gather around the two women.  The
new Queen was wanting to teach the Dothraki tactics, and how to fight in a more
controlled manner against static encampments. She was also hoping to teach them
discipline, to start the breaking of their more base tendencies towards sacking
and defilements.
Myrion had determined that was going to be a long term project.
The plainsmen gathered around the table, moving in.
“This is the fallen lion of Lannister. What happened to your mane?  Is that
grey in your mane failed Queen.  You are pathetic.  The Dragon chopped your
balls off, and left only a woman.  You were no match for our great Khaleesi!” 
The leader sneered down at the two women.  Obara was already clearly fuming
while Cersei was completely ignoring the Dothraki which only fueled their
insults.  Cersei calmly ate her salad.
“She conquered both the King and Queen without a fight.  You are pathetic,
fallen Queen.  Our Khaleesi is a warrior, while you are only a deposed queen
who ruled with her dried up, shriveled cunt!”  The Dothraki chortled amongst
themselves at their perceived great humor and wit.  “You are most pathetic
indeed, Cersei Cunt!”
Obara started to get up, but Cersei gripped her arm and squeezed it.  “Let it
slide, Obara”
“Did you hear what he said about you? What he calledyou?!”
“Yes I did, Obara.  Considering the source, I am not overly concerned.  They
are obviously in the later stages of venereal disease.  That is what happens
when riders fuck their horses in the ass.  The horses probably thought a
mosquito was biting them in the ass, their cocks are so small.” Cersei spoke in
a bland, droll manner.
Obara chortled. 
The smiles left the Dothraki’s faces.  They looked at each other.  Their
Westerosi was not perfect but they knew that Cersei had just insulted their
manhood.  That could not be allowed to stand!  Their leader had a look of
concentration cross his face.  Then his face lit up.  He began his next
assault.
“Why is this old hag in here with true warriors?  She is nothing but an old
broken down nag.  Look at her old haggard body” the leader shouted for all to
hear, as cadets started to gather around.  Cersei was restraining an
increasingly upset Obara telling her to calm down.  “Let them bray Obara.  Even
jackasses have their day.”  The Dothraki fumed at the insult.  A stallion was
not a donkey godsdamnit!  The Dothraki were getting agitated themselves at
Cersei’s biting tongue.  Myrion smiled as the caustic Lioness verbally
counterpunched her adversaries with seeming ease.
Sensing what was coming cadets and instructors were quickly gathering around
the table at a distance to let the fight play out.  Bets started being taken. 
Cersei always gave a good show!  The Dothraki did not know all the money was on
Cersei, and the wagers were on how long they, the Dothraki, would last.  The
Lioness’ prowess had grown large indeed. “Look at those skinny arms and legs! 
Look at those sagging harpy’s tits.  The only muscle you have is your cunt, and
that must be all stretched out with your incestuous spawn you crapped out.”
Cersei looked down at her plate, her body tense, but refusing to be baited.
Obara tried to surge up again, but Cersei easily restrained the woman with her
hand on her elbow.  “I’ve heard worse, Obara.  With my past I deserve it.  I’ll
live. Let it pass.”  Obara sat but fumed.  “No you don’t Cersei.  You have
changed totally!”
The sand snake was left shaking with ire.
“I hear you like your cock close to home. Where is your brother?  He is the
father of your children isn’t he?  Oh that is right … he left you for that ugly
heifer that is really a man … your pussy must be so slack an elephant could
fuck it.”
Cersei shook her head and started to fork her salad into her mouth.  Myrion was
impressed.   The woman was seeing the humor in their horrible jibs rather than
getting angry.
The Dothraki spokesman continued to insult Cersei, but she continued to ignore
them. Apparently that could not be allowed to stand.  He looked at his number
two, and he shrugged back.  What more could they say to the woman to get her
fucking crazy mad and fight them?
Sensing he was making no headway with Cersei, the Dothraki turned to Obara.
“And this cow?  She is enamored with you, for some reason.  She is old
herself.  Look at the lines on her face.  I bet her tits are all deflated and
flabby.  She is an ugly beast of bur—”  A feminine inhuman scream split the air
as Cersei’s face went from calm to murderous in a split second.
Myrion barely registered Cersei’s movement as she stood up while pivoting
around, her fist coming up to hit the Dothraki underneath his chin and sending
him a foot into the air, knocked unconscious.  The large man flung back like a
raging bull had just impacted his body.
The Dothraki were momentarily stunned at the sudden violence.  Cersei jumped
onto the table, and the spell was broken.  The horse riders roared and
charged.  Obara rose up and blocked several blows, and threw punches back
staggering her two immediate attackers.  Cersei kicked out with a half circle
heel kick, hitting a man climbing up the table in the face, knocking him down.
Another charged, jumping up at Cersei. She pivoted to the left and gripped his
jerkin, then pulled him forward with her left hand, a mighty chop landing on
his neck before pushing him violently forward, sending him sprawling onto the
ground beyond the table. Another man charged up and onto the table top.  Cersei
used a hip block to stagger him and throw him off balance.  She then gripped
his body, flipping him over her hip to send him flying beyond the table,
smashing his face on the ground as his broken teeth dribbled out his mouth.
Obara was punching in a basic boxing style, dodging and parrying most blows,
while her blows staggered the Dothraki.  Obara kept the Dothraki from storming
the table in mass.  Another rider made it to the table top and went for Cersei,
who simply sidestepped, grabbing his wrist and twisting up while her left hand
chopped down on his elbow.  She jammed downward, driving the man to his knees
while she pushed back on the arm twisting it.  The man growled in pain as her
knee came up, smashing his face and knocking him out.  She shoved the
unconscious man off the table.
Another horse rider gained the tabletop and charged her.  Cersei crouched down
and came up when he was on her, and gripped his body, driving her head up into
his chin.  The large Dothraki was staggered.  She then gripped his hand and
twisted it, pulling him forward as she pivoted, tossing him over her hip and
off the table into the next two men who were trying to get to her.  The flung
body knocked all three men to the ground.
With Cersei’s advantage of the high ground, she was able to drive and punch off
her assailants.  Obara was being overwhelmed though, with a man on her back as
others moved in and started to land blows into her face and body. 
Cersei let out a blood curdling scream, and launched herself off the table onto
the man who was holding Obara.  She used her left hand to press down on his
shoulder to lift her body up.  Once high over him, Cersei cocked her right
elbow and slammed down, driving her elbow down into the man’s head, knocking
him senseless. As he slumped down, Cersei jumped free to land lightly on her
feet.  Obara, now free, attacked the men in front of her, knocking two out with
powerful punches and a spinning half circle kick. Cersei moved in close to use
the men’s strength and blows against them as she blocked and gripped arms,
knocking them off-balance and counteracting with kicks and near-crippling
blows.
After that, it became a free-for-all.  More Dothraki came running to the fight
to aid their brothers.  Cersei and Obara were back-to-back, swinging vicious
punches and kicks.  Cersei blocked blows, but several vicious hits still rocked
her, sending her staggering back.   She and Obara’s bodies were separated as
Dothraki surged in to keep them apart, having figured out it was much easier to
attack them that way.
Cersei righted herself, and when the next assailant came at her she sidestepped
and gripped his wrist with her left hand as it whistled by her face, and
twisted the hand over so the Dothraki’s palm faced the sky.  Cersei jerked up
on the man’s arm.  The pressure made the man rise up on his toes in pain.  Then
she delivered vicious short punches to the man’s ribs and armpit, hitting a
nerve ganglia and collapsing him.  She spun to the left, ducking low and used a
leg swipe to knock down her next opponent, stomping his face and chest with her
foot.
Obara and Cersei were fighting like wildcats, defending themselves with kicks
and punches.  The numbers against them were becoming too great, with more and
more blows from the Dothraki being landed, until Oberyn came running in from
across the campus with his battle staff to join the fray.
Oberyn, with his staff was a whirlwind of slashing blows, Oberyn hit men on the
side of their head or ribs, sending them back reeling.  He would wield the
staff around his body to hit with stunning force, and then jab with the end of
the staff on joints and pressure points to knock the Dothraki to the ground.
Finally, a détente was soundlessly reached and the Dothraki had had enough. 
The man who had started it all with his taunts rose shakily to his feet.  He
looked at Cersei steadily.  He then broke into a big smile, and stepped in,
hugging Cersei, lifting the confused woman high off the ground.  He put her
down and thumped her hard on the back, staggering the Lannister.  It had been
obvious the slap was now affectionate. 
“She is a mighty Lioness indeed!  We have felt her claws!  The Queen has chosen
wisely!” the man announced as the Dothraki cheered and whooped, shambling off. 
Those that were conscious.  The medical staff were running in to tend the
injured and beaten senseless.
Myrion looked over at the confused Lannister.  Her grit and rapidly increasing
fighting prowess was quickly winning converts all around.
He had to secretly smile as Cersei clucked over Obara, until she was satisfied
she was basically bruised but unhurt.  Only then did she return to her taciturn
‘I could care less about you’ attitude towards Oberyn’s eldest.
 
Cersei
With the fight now ended, Myrion directed Cersei to go to the infirmary at the
hospital.  Cersei never really understood why - she felt great!  Kicking
Dothraki ass was exhilarating.  She milled around a few moments, hoping Obara
would join her, but she was busy talking to her father and head trainer.
What is wrong with me? Cersei wondered.  What do I care if Obara walks with
me?  She looked out over the training grounds and surrounding concourse in
front of the buildings of the main campus.  She started to walk up the bricked
lane that was the main walkway between the buildings, and to the other parts of
the academy.  She looked at the women training, eyeing their bodies as they
exercised. The way their breasts moved, and their asses clenched.  What is
wrong with me?! Cersei exclaimed to herself, shifting her focus to the men
training and fooling herself into thinking she cared.
She looked at the bricks that made up the ceremonial walkway, interleaved into
rows of multihued red and orange bricks with two diamond patterns running down
the center. The bricks were loosely fitted with fine sand between them.  A
maintenance cart with two large wheels hauled by two oxen went by, clinking
with each groove the wagon hit, its contents of boxed supplies subtly rattling
in the bed.
Cersei was approaching the main compound.  To her right and left she saw new
cadets cutting the grass with push mowers, the circle spindle of blades
chopping and cropping the grass to an immaculate shortness.  Other cadets on
the concourse were working in flowerbeds, and mulching around the trees
maintaining perfect circles around their bases.
Cersei looked beyond them to the three closest halls.  The first two bore names
she vaguely knew now, Jordaynes and Santagars, with classes on Dorne military
history she was being forced to take. The last hall before the old annex was
the Martell Hall.  It housed the war college, and the department of
engineering, and the sciences of chemistry and physics.  Both were precious to
any military.  Cersei had secretly enjoyed reading the histories given to her,
though she would never admit it.  Oberyn just two weeks ago had given her a
book on military strategy that she had just finished reading.  My gods, she had
thought to herself while she had been reading the book.  I knew a whole lot
about nothing back in King’s Landing. 
She had realized she would have led any army to devastation if she had led them
as Queen.  That had a very humbling realization.  She continued walking down
the concourse. 
Cersei came up to the next building on her right.  It was the Administration
building.  This building was full of meeting rooms and a grand ball room for
social gatherings.  The building was four stories tall, in the shape of large
rectangle.  Rough, grey hewn stones were fitted together with mortar, and the
shape of the roofline was made to resemble a castle curtain wall with its
embrasures, merinos and arrow loops.  The building was imposing, in a quaint
way. 
Five other buildings done in the same style that were used for record
maintenance and clerical work were lined up beyond the main admin building,
with two on the right side of the lane and three to the left.
Cersei passed to the commandant’s quarters.  It was a square building made of
wood that was painted an immaculate white.  This building had been the original
Administration building, and was among the oldest structures on the academy
grounds.  The front roofline projected five feet beyond the front wall, and was
supported by eight large columns done in the old Roynar style with flutes cut
down the columns, and large capstones meeting the roof that were carved
ornately to resemble blood orange trees in full bloom.  This allowed for a
large, covered terrace that had carved chairs and an old style swinging bench
beneath the shade.
A large terrace was on the second floor, with a three foot high rail in place.
Two red brick chimneys stood at the end of the main hall, projecting up four
feet.  Two large doors that opened from the middle in two leaves dominated the
center of the building itself on each floor.  Over the doors’ crosspiece, a
transom window in the shape of a half-rising sun with light, tinted blue glass
adorned the area over the entryways.
The front of the building was dominated by twin looping half-spiral staircases.
They went up to the terrace on the second floor, the ends terminating to the
left and right of the main doors.  The staircases had elegantly-cast rails
going up each side. 
It was these staircases that caught her attention. 
They were being stripped down to bare metal, with rasps and sandpaper.  The
right hand staircase was nearly stripped to the top, and a coat of under primer
was being put on the smooth, clean metal.  Cersei saw a heavy set girl
sniffling up from the base of the stair roughly ten or twelve steps.  One step
above the young female cadet a much larger boy berated her for being fat and
not any good, flicking her ponytail and then jerking it.
Cersei felt her anger flare up.
She stormed across the grounds and up to the two cadets taking the steps three
and then two at a time to stand before them.  They turned to her, and their
eyes bulged.  The girl looked ashamed while the boy worked to mask shock and
fear.
“What is going on here?!” Cersei barked out. 
The girl lowered her eyes and sniffled.  Cersei slowly turned to the boy, who
was much larger and taller than her.  “Leave her alone, cadet.  You are
supposed to be a fucking team.”
“I don’t have to listen to you, exile.  I am a high prince of the house
Blackmount! This girl is commoner trash!” the boy then kicked the girl in her
ass, as she cried out in pain.
Faster than the eye could follow, Cersei’s hand whipped across the boy’s face,
delivering a stunning backhand that sent him toppling out onto the immaculate
grass. She was furious!  The boy was on his back stunned.
Cersei rushed to the ground where the stunned boy looked up at her with fear-
filled eyes. She bent down and gripped his work smock, and almost effortlessly
jerked him up into a sitting position, and then up off the ground entirely, his
feet a whole foot in the air as they kicked in fear.  Cersei easily kept the
large boy’s body up off the ground as his feet kicked desperately.  Cersei
jerked her arms, making the boy’s head snap back and forward as he cried out in
pain.
“If I catch you hurting that girl again, I will gut you.  Do I make myself
clear?” the Lannister snarled.
The boy whimpered out a weak “yes”.  She shoved him stumbling away. “Go up to
that girl and apologize. You had better make me believe it.” She said in a
deadly quiet tone.
The boy tripped up to the girl and apologized profusely.  Then the girl looked
at her with eyes full of worship. 
Cersei walked back up to the girl.  “What is your name, cadet?”
“Kiyara Taler.”
“Kiyara, if anyone bothers you in the future, get word to me.  Understood?”
Cersei spoke in a high-ringing, regal tone. 
“Thank you, thank you, Cersei Lannister!” the girl exclaimed. “I would gladly
serve you, my mistress!”
“Serve yourself, Kiyara.  Give your service to someone worthy of it.  Strive
for excellence.  I can see greatness within you.  Seize it!”  
Kiyara beamed up at her savior.  “I will!” her shoulders squaring and big smile
on her face.
With that, Cersei turned around and saw Oberyn and Obara looking at her
intently from the walkway.
She moved to join them.  “I guess you are going to berate me Oberyn, and tell
me what a cunt I am for interfering with a high royal of Dorne.”
Oberyn sighed.  “Actually, I was going to commend and thank you for putting
that whelp in his place.  He has way too high a regard for his limited
abilities. You did well, Cersei.  He thinks you will rip his heart out if he
crosses you.  He’ll stay in line now.”
“Who says I won’t!” she snarled.
Oberyn laughed out loud his head tipping back.  “I like that attitude Cersei. 
You did good.”
Cersei looked at Oberyn, nonplussed.  Was that an actual compliment?  Surely
the world was coming to an end.
She followed behind the father and daughter duo as they talked, and she looked
out over grounds and at the architecture. The three moved slowly down the
walkway.  It took Cersei a minute to realize she had started watching
architecture of another kind when she caught herself staring at Obara’s
beautiful, voluptuous ass.  What is wrong with me?  She asked herself for the
umpteenth time.
She contemplated her actions with the cadets.  Why had it angered her so,
seeing that girl crying?  She thought back to her children, and especially
Tommen, and how she berated them for crying. Just like her father had done to
her and Jamie.  She frowned. Maybe if she had been a little, or even, a lot
less harsh, perhaps Joffrey would not have been such a failure.
They reached the hospital. It was a long, three story wooden building painted a
brilliant white.  It had three wings jutting off the back of the building, one
on each end, and one in the middle. The grassy area between the wards was used
as a protected area for convalescing patients to get some sun and air in the
afternoon.
They entered, and turned right down the main corridor, and then to the left
into a medium-sized room that served as a triage center for patients.  There
were already three Dothraki on stretchers being processed.
Cersei felt a feral smile cross her face, knowing that she and Obara had put
the men there. 
The doctor who usually examined Cersei after her fights commented on how she
never seemed to bruise heavily, or get contusions.  ‘Most unusual,’ was how he
phrased it, shaking his head.
Oberyn spoke to her. “You really kicked their asses today, Cersei.  The aikido
training is really paying off.  Master Vernan Harlaw says you are improving by
the day.”
Cersei waited.  Oberyn looked at her, confused after a moment.  “Where is it?”
Cersei asked her nemesis.
“Where’s what?”
“Where’s the insult?  The part where you deride me, and call me a cunt?” 
Oberyn’s confused expression remained.  “Cersei, when was the last time I
called you a cunt?”
Cersei had to stop and think. She had been there almost eight months, and she
couldn’t really remember the last time he had used the term.
“Cersei, stop looking for insults where none are given.” He then turned to talk
to the doctor and a general that had stepped in. 
Cersei noticed Obara staring at her then, with those big, beautiful, dark
almond eyes.  The woman unconsciously licked her lips, with obvious desire and
want.
Cersei felt her pussy getting really wet.  What is wrong with me?! The
Lannister hurried out of the infirmary, looking back once to see Obara still
watching her with longing. Why was her heart clutching so hard in her chest?  I
like Obara now.  She is funny and nice when you get her to smile and loosen up
but … but only as a friend.  I’m STRAIGHT! Cersei stormed.  Cersei quickly
retreated confused by all these strange compliments and desires coursing
through her body.
Once alone, Cersei went back to her unique style of training.  Before long she
was grunting and cursing Myrion as she did her afternoon session. Sweating, she
looked out across the grounds.  Clear on the far side, towards a grove of trees
off limits to most during the training hours, she watched the sappers build
siege engines. She had been watching one team led by some young girl she heard
had ‘so much potential.’  Twice her trebuchet had self-destructed when firing
its missile. Now she was trying again. She pulled the pull-rope.  The trebuchet
started to fling its arm up, but something up where the two sets of support
legs met broke, and the launch pole slid back down, parts flying everywhere. 
Cersei had to chuckle, seeing the girl hang her head in disappointment.
Soon enough, the girl had her team back at it.
The next morning Oberyn joined her at her table.  Usually she ate alone in the
morning, when Obara had to lead the new officer recruits.
Cersei looked at him suspiciously, noting the empty tables as she looked around
her.  The people of Dorne had stopped insulting her, but now many of them
seemed genuinely afraid of her, as if she was going to rip them limb from limb.
“I want to teach you mediation, Cersei.” Oberyn began without preamble.
“Why?” Cersei asked, looking for a threat.
Oberyn sighed.  “I want you to succeed, Cersei.”
Cersei snorted and started to retort, but she stopped when Oberyn raised his
hand.
“I think you are ready to take the next step.”
“Then let me train with weapons.”
“That’s Master Myrion’s call. Completely.”
“But I have done all he has asked, dammit!  I can’t become a warrior if all I
do is haul—”
“Cersei, stop. Follow Myrion’s instructions to the letter, and I guarantee you,
you will be happy you did.  He tells me he thinks you are one in thousand;
maybe in a generation.”
Cersei started to laugh.  She laughed so hard she fell off the bench onto the
floor.
“I don’t believe you,” Cersei breathed out as she finally got control of her
laughing.
“With our past, I don’t blame you.  But I want to teach you Cersei.  Will you
let me?”
 
Oberyn
Oberyn looked out his wide-open window in his office that was letting in the
soft breeze that usually blew in from the ocean.  He nearly dropped his quill,
thinking about how life could be so strange.
He could remember meeting Cersei when she was in her early teens, and she was
already conceited and vainglorious.  He took an immediate disliking to the
girl.  That dislike had grown to an outright hate as she matured into the
beautiful, vain and petty butterfly he had predicted she would.  She was a
seeming dullard, with illusions of grandeur, who constantly overreached.
He had listened to her half muttered deprecations about life being so unfair to
her.  She was being denied her destiny simply because she was a woman.  Of
course he had laughed at her then. She could never succeed at being a warrior;
that was obvious.
Then the Queen had come in on her dragons, throwing the whole world order over
on its head.  He had gone nearly apoplectic when the Queen told her war council
her plans for the Baratheons.  Oberyn had wanted their heads! On a pike!  She
spared them all!
He had been overruled, and he had made snide comments that Daenerys Targaryen
would be eating her words before long and rue the day she showed mercy. 
It hadn’t turned out like that.  He was the one eating his words.  Robert was
in exile deep in Essos, and had formed a mercenary company called ‘The Rutting
Stags’ (gods how typical), and was fighting for the good of the peasants, or so
the reports said.
Joffrey was gods knew where at sea, probably dying about now.  The Queen had
given strict orders to treat him fairly but somethings just had to work
themselves out.  The boy was a little shit.  He cause his own demise to occur.
And that left only Cersei.
Their little talk going down to the ship that would take her to exile had been
a total game changer for Oberyn, and his thinking about the Lannister
princess.  He suddenly started to see maybe she had reasons for being like she
was.
She had faults, gods the woman had faults, but life had indeed pushed her
forward in her vanities and stunted her real desires.
In Dorne, she was finally being allowed to achieve her stated dreams. 
Evidently, they had been real. She was reaching for the proverbial stars, and
blast if she wasn’t grasping them.
He got up from behind the large oak desk and walked back to window, and looked
out towards the ocean.  He was on the second floor, and it seemed to shimmer on
the far horizon - a distant chimera that guided lost souls in the desert to
their doom. 
His mate Ellaria had detested Cersei with a vengeance.  She would have gladly
held Cersei’s head still while the executioner’s ax parted it from her
shoulders.
Now Ellaria was after him to get the fallen princess in their bed, and claim
her as theirs before Obara could make the claim.  Oberyn shook his head.  Gods,
women could be so competitive.  He looked at Cersei in the public showers and
officer saunas she was allowed to use, and he had to admit his cock got hard
thinking about plowing the woman.  But, she was still Cersei Lannister. It was
a natural reaction.
It had been strange to feel both loathing and desire when thinking of the
fallen Queen.  Ellaria had felt the same conflict.  Over time one emotion waned
and the other grew stronger.  This new Cersei emerging was quite intoxicating. 
She was morphing from one butterfly to another.  This new butterfly was
equaling as ravishing as the old.  The markings on her wings were different. 
She had shed her hateful patterns.  The new patterns she displayed was seducing
his whole family.  Himself included.  Oberyn smirked at that.  He was indeed
ensnared himself. 
Life could indeed be strange.
He walked out of his office and down the main corridor of Hall Martell to the
end stair case.  As he walked, he looked at the portraits of past great Martell
leaders that led back to the time of the Andals.  He mused that one day, after
he was dead and gone, he would have a portrait hung in this or another hall. 
He supposed he had accomplished enough to warrant one. Dorne had been a
loyalist in Robert’s rebellion, but Oberyn seemed to always be in the wrong
place at the wrong time to achieve the glory he truly craved. 
Maybe the upcoming conflict, whatever it may be, would allow him to find glory
on the battlefield.
He strode down the staircase to the first floor door leading outside, beside
the stairwell.  He stepped out into the bright sun, blinking as his eyes
adjusted.
He went to the main walkway and down the road.  There were fruit trees lining
the sides of the path, with well-groomed canopies.  The trees had been bred to
bear fruit for at least nine months of the year.  Cadets maintained the trees
themselves, and picked the fruit that was used in the main cafeteria, and as
snacks between meals and at night in the barracks. There were mini-orchards of
orange, lemon, pears, peach and cherry, ensuring the academy had a constant
state of variety of fruit to consume.  One type of tree would bear fruit when
several others might be briefly out of their season. When the trees were in
bloom during the spring, it was a beautiful sight indeed.  The trees would be
full of white, blue and red blossoms in a riot of color, and the air thick with
fragrances so pleasing to the nose. 
He watched young cadets putting ladders on the trees, and climbing up to pick
the fruit and look for any infestations of insects or blight.  If present, it
would be reported to the horticultural department for eradication.
The afternoon sun began to send shadows across the walkway, west to east. 
Oberyn enjoyed the momentary oasis they provided.  He continued on until he was
across from the hospital, then turned to the right towards the large, circular
building that housed the War Museum of Dorne.  The narrow walkway had small
mosaic tiles inlaid in it, depicting key battles against Aegon’s conquest of
Westeros, and Dorne’s mighty wars of independence.  Dorne was still
particularly proud that they alone were able to resist the dragons of House
Targaryen.
Oberyn had walked to the concrete steps leading up to the museum.  He paused to
look up at the structure - it was dominated by a large solarium, built into the
center of the roof that rose up in a dome. Glass, supported by iron beams, met
in the center of the edifice. The Iron circular capstone was supported by a
thick, fluted iron pillar in the center of the building.  The clear glass let
in plenty of natural light for the viewing of the historical artifacts stored
within.
He saw the cantered slats at the top museum that allowed air to breathe in
through the door left open during the day and several large paned windows of
curved metal and glass blown in Pentos which was famous for the ability to make
perfectly glass formed and cut to the asked for dimensions.
He looked to the right and left of the main circular building.  Two long wings
were attached through narrow hallways that then branched out to large
rectangular buildings.  The narrow hallways barely wide enough to let a person
go in each direction simultaneously.  The halls were built just tall enough to
allow a tall man walk without stooping.  The small halls to distract the least
possible from the museum itself with its beautiful design.  Each hall extended
roughly thirty feet to the two annexes.
The annexes were a different matter altogether.  Each building was about three
hundred feet long by seventy-five in width.  The left wing housed the storage
rooms for artifacts not on display.  There were rooms for curators to
rehabilitate new found artifacts and donations.  They had many fine artisans
and military personal with a gift for such work constantly at work preparing
artifacts for display or doing preservation work to put them away until on
display again.
Doran had ten years ago decreed that a selection of national treasures would
circle the major centers of Dorne to let them see and touch their history. 
Oberyn had scoffed at the idea at first but had come to see how this had helped
make the distant population centers feel more connected to Sunspear.
Crates for moving and display cabinets were now constructed for the traveling
shows of relics of Dorne’s past to the provinces.  This was a duty that cadets
loved doing.  To touch the past was a thrill for new recruits and he knew that
the young warriors would play with the ancient weapons pretending they were
masters of the powerful relics of the past.
The right wing was the administration wing.  This held offices for the main
Curators a husband and wife team.  There were offices for the leads in the
various antiquities.  One for coins, weapons, pottery, architecture, household
items and several others.  There were offices for clerical staff as well.  Each
wing was two stories tall.
The Battleborn academy was not a colorful site except for the two museum
wings.  These were a riot of colors.  Each wing done up in the ornamental tiles
of the Bedouin and hill tribes of the inner mountains of Dorne.
Each wing had large windows but many false alcoves and doorways to let the
artisans in tile work to create their wonders.  Each alcove or doorway given to
a different style and color pattern to highlight the various styles and tile
work of the different tribes of the hinterlands of Dorne.
Oberyn paused again as he oft did to look at the riot of colors and styles of
mosaic tiles put onto the buildings.
He looked at traditional bishop shape of the doorways and the scroll work to
the right and left of the apex of the helmet.  Then the tiles on either sides
of the windows and the work up to the top of the second floor.  The tiles
worked around windows and visible supporting beams.
The first section had interlocking triangles at the top of bottom in black and
white.  Between was a pattern of three winged wave shapes that were in a free
flowing interlocking pattern.  Bands of diagonal orange ribbons from top to
bottom. In between the orange ribbons were a riot of blue, brown and green
waves all on a background of white base tiles.
Another section had a false door tiled with subtle green tiles in interlocking
squares with subtle shade differences and the squares of all different sizes
but there were patterns within patterns clearly seen yet they seemed to
disappear if you moved your head. 
Above the door was a stylized bishop helmet that had five pointed stars made of
rectangular squares.  Ribbons were in the design and then interspersed in were
flowers with light blue petals and purple centers.  Other smaller flowers of
red and yellow filled out the quasicrystal geometric pattern.
He looked down the building and looked at another favorite pattern.  It had
starbursts of dark blue surrounded by sixteen blades to from star beams of
mostly yellow with green shades in them.  Then around those stars were sixteen
blade paddles with white outlines.  On the outside top of the paddles were five
sided stars with one long leg to go between the black paddles.  This pattern
was repeated for the whole section. Between their “flowers” were many small
stars and flower of orange, blue, purple and beige.  The smaller patterns made
larger flowers when looking at the bigger pattern of the interlocked patterns.
Oberyn never tired looking at the panels.  He smiled.  And entered the museum.
He stepped inside, and looked down at the mosaic that dominated the entry way. 
It depicted the bolt piercing the eye of the dragon Meraxes, and sending
Rhaenys Targaryen to her death.  He liked that she was not in the mural.  They
never had found her body.
He went up the three steps to the landing.  The levered doors were folded back
to the sides of the entryway, and from the inside of the lintel hung strands of
fine, multicolored beads that brushed against each other in the soft breeze. 
The colors were hung in specific patterns to keep out Jinns and witches that
his kinsmen still believed roamed the great desert and the mountains.  He
looked at the two hundred strands weave as it tinkled in the breeze.  The
number of strands was always two hundred, the number required to protect an
entryway from spirits seeking entrance. 
He lifted his hands and put them together palm-to-palm, and pushed them through
the bead strands parting them to just past his head and then letting the
strands rest on his shoulders as he stepped through to enter the sacred museum.
The beads supposedly sloughed off any Jinns that may have been riding on his
shoulders, whispering evil intent in his ears. Oberyn always thought while
passing such entryways that men did not need spirits to whisper to them, to
commit atrocities. 
Once in the museum, his feet rested on the concrete that had been screed to a
smooth, flat surface.  Light orange pigment had been put in with volcanic ash
to give the floor a soft, orange glow.  His eyes took in the many displays, and
the large panes of glass that radiated out from the center post column that
supported the iron latticework of the solarium.  He was drawn to the main
showcase, the most prized possession held in the museum.  Mounted on a display
pole was the skull of the once mighty dragon Meraxes, and below it on a display
stand was the bolt that had pierced her eye and brought the fell beast down. 
Oberyn was again impressed with the size of the beast.  The dragon was nearly
as large as Drogon.  He involuntarily shuddered, wondering how large the Black
Dread, Balerion, must have been.  Dragons, it was said, never stopped growing.
Oberyn turned his head to look at the skull from all angles.  The bones did not
do justice to the beauty of dragons.  He had been so impressed with the skull
till he saw dragons in the flesh. 
Oberyn left the centerpiece, moving around the museum respectfully while
looking at various banners and swords of past great warriors.  He especially
liked looking at how the heraldry of his house had changed over the long
centuries.
He finally came to stand before the second most prized object in the museum. 
He looked in the case housing the Sword of the Morning - Dawn.   The title
House Dayne bestowed on the knight who bore the ancestral great sword.  Only a
knight of House Dayne who was deemed worthy could carry it.  Oberyn wondered at
that.  These times were so rife with the possibilities of new ways, new
fulfillments of old obligations.
After the great Arthur Dayne’s death, and with no one deemed worthy to be his
successor, the sword had been placed in the Academy’s care to prevent
squabbling between the knights of that house.
A year later, a great sand witch had appeared before the museum beads. She
could not enter because of the charms that Oberyn previously did not believe
in.  She had asked for him personally.  When Oberyn arrived he could see the
woman’s nervousness looking at the hanging beads.   He parted the beads for her
to enter, with guest right invoked.  The beautiful thirty-something woman had
made sure to not let the beads brush against her skin when she passed.  She
twisted her lithesome body to keep her body as far as possible from the beads.
She had come before the sword, and prophesied as many scoffed - Oberyn
included.  Only the oldest among those gathered gave any credence to the
strange woman.  She had forecast that the House of Dayne was no longer worthy
of the sword (that had set off General Mykal Dayne),
The sand witch prophesized that a mighty lion from the North would come, and
take the sword, and reshape it to be their weapon.  None would be able to stand
before the lion in Dorne.  The lion would save clans from the mists that were
gathering.  Mists given shape into horrible monsters.  Vile creatures with no
mother or father would fall before its blade.  Mighty things would be done with
this sword, along with its sister not yet forged.  The lion would come unseen
in their midst, and take what was theirs. 
They had laughed at the woman.  Once she had left the museum, and was clearly
no longer near their presence. Sometimes discretion was the better part of
valor.
For five years, young men in their first flush of testosterone had flooded in
to claim the sword.  It was then discovered that the sword had evidently been
cursed by the witch.  All who gripped the pommel had their hands seared in a
fire that did not burn or blaze.  It left hands crippled and maimed.  After
enough cripples had been created, the claims of the young wannabe warriors
ceased.
The sword had rested in peace since.
Oberyn looked again at the sword.  The lion had indeed come to Dorne
unforeseen.
Obara
It had been six weeks since the fight with the Dothraki.  Obara was not very
happy, and terribly frustrated. Everything had been going so well with her
seduction of Cersei Lannister, and then everything went to shit.  It was like
she hit a wall.  Where Cersei had been falling under her spell she now seemed
distant and unperturbed by her advances were before she was flustered and
blushing.
She walked down the small brick walkway between the barracks.  At Battleborne
Academy, all the barracks were one story affairs.  Each building was two
hundred feet long, with high walls and large windows.  With the hot, arid
environment of Dorne, the high ceilings allowed heat to rise and the large
windows could be opened to let the night breezes in.
Those windows were opening now in the darkening gloom of dusk. The sun had
slipped beneath the horizon fifteen minutes prior, and sky was rapidly
darkening.  The dorms were segregated by sex, since all youth had to serve in
the military of Dorne for one year.  The youth around Sunspear came to the
academy as part of learning their heritage; from the rest of Dorne came the
best of the best seeking to make a career in the military, willing to commit
for six years to get the financial benefit programs that allowed so many to
become successful in the private sector.  The discipline and connections made
in the military directly translating into the private sector later on if they
left.
All the barracks had their windows open. Mosquito nets had been dropped and
secured by pegs put through the eyelets along the hem of the netting.  In the
falling light, she watched the mosquito nets bellow in and out like sails on a
warship, flowing with the vagaries of the night breezes.
It was the middle of the week, and there were still two hours before curfew. In
the Dorne military, fraternization was allowed except for direct chain-of-
command officers.  The dorms were segregated after curfew only.  Why have the
cadets, troops and officers sneaking here and there to have sexual relations? 
The sexes freely moved between the barracks seeking out liaisons.  From the
windows she was passing, she heard a male screaming in ecstasy followed by a
woman’s wails of hard orgasm.  Obara had to smile. Gods, she loved sex. The
only problem was she only wanted one woman now.  She wanted to make Cersei her
wife and then together they would prowl Dorne seeking sweet women to devour. 
She wanted a woman who seemed to not understand that Obara was a woman worth
lusting after.  Cersei Lannister seemed to suddenly have lost her sex drive,
and it was maddening!  Obara had clearly been breaking down the woman’s
preconceptions about her sexuality.  She knew the woman was beginning to desire
her.  Obara shivered at those thoughts.  Thoughts that drove her nightly
masturbation marathons.  Now Obara felt bereft.  Cersei was now aloof and
distant towards her.  It made Obara’s heart clutch in heart with pain and want.
Obara walked down the path to the next set of barracks.  The barracks on the
left were for males, and the ones on the right for female recruits.  The sky
was near dark now with only a ribbon of light left in the far west.  She heard
more groans and cries of men and women fucking and celebrating life.
Obara again tried to figure out what had happened to Cersei.  She had made
friends with the Lieutenant in charge of Cersei’s barrack.  Jasline Cassel had
been keeping her abreast of Cersei’s time there. 
It had been funny to hear of Cersei’s flummoxed, frustrated, and shocked
reactions to the open sexuality that ran rampant in the barracks.  Jasline
related how the first night she had run out of the dorms scandalized and
demanded a private room, away from the ‘deviants’.  Cersei had been most
unhappy when she was ordered to go back to her bunk.  The beds were all double
bunks, just big enough for two people to fuck with only a little imagination.
Jasline had chuckled at what a prude Cersei was her first nights, dressing and
undressing underneath her sheets and clutching them around herself when she
first got up.  She had quickly stopped when she discovered just what a pain in
the ass that behavior was.  Expediency had won out.
The open sex without regard to anyone watching had been a shock to the
Lannister too. She had stared, open mouthed the first nights with all the sex
around her.  She was especially startled by all the lesbian sex she was
witnessing.  At first none of her bunkmates made overtures towards her, since
she was such a fucking bitch, but as she loosened up and started kicking
serious ass around the Academy, the women had thawed towards Cersei.  Obara had
had to control her jealousy, hearing of women hitting on Cersei on a nightly
basis.  Obara thanked the gods that Cersei seemed to not be interested in their
overtures. 
Obara wanted to be Cersei’s first woman in Dorne.  It was important to her, for
some reason.  She’d been captivated since seeing Cersei so sick and near
death’s door with heat stroke on her first day of training. 
Others might not like her fire and passion, but Obara found it intoxicating.
Cersei was fire to Obara’s ice.  They would balance each other.
When she asked Jasline about Cersei masturbating, she had been surprised to
hear that the Lannister at first had not masturbated.  Her dorm mates, after
they thawed to her, were telling her that if she wouldn’t fuck them then the
least she could do was masturbate for them. Again, the woman had been
mortified.  She seemed to be frigid. That was the popular consensus.  It had to
be the reason she was resisting so much prized pussy.
Then about three months ago, the girls spied Cersei’s hands working underneath
her sheet as she desperately tried to control her limbs from jerking, and her
swallowed moans were worth chuckling over. Her bunkmates had tired of her silly
predilection for modesty - they had ripped the sheets from off her body when
she was good and worked up.
Cersei had cried out in embarrassment and anger.  She had fumed and threatened,
but not once got physical despite all her threats and foot stomping.  The girls
started to chant “Jill off” over and over, along with accompanying chants of: 
“Cum, cum, cum.”  The Lannister had finally given up and flopped down on the
bed, spread her  legs and quickly jerked herself off to a loud, screaming,
flipping orgasm.
She had been crazy after that, masturbating freely and often.  She was jilling
off sometimes as much as five and six times in a night. The young teenagers
were so hot and horny for the mature beauty.  They were displaying their wares,
making hot love to each other beside her bunk, trying to seduce her to join in
with their Sapphic lovemaking.  Obara liked to think it was because of her that
Cersei had rejected their charms.
Obara herself had been making sure to touch and press into Cersei every chance
she had when talking to the woman about something, or when showing her
something.  Obara treasured the shivers and gulps she elicited from her. 
Cersei had complained one day of her shoulders being tense.  Obara, of course,
immediately offered to massage out the kinks in Cersei’s shoulders.  She had
been in heaven, massaging and caressing Cersei’s shoulders and arms. She had
invited Cersei back to her quarters to give her a full body massage.
At first Cersei had refused, but then two days later asked if the offer was
still open.  Obara had given Cersei her best smile.  She had been in the
highest heavens working her hands up and down the Lannister’s body, with only a
towel covering Cersei’s ass while on her stomach. When Cersei rolled over onto
her back, only a thin strip of towel covered her mound and breast.  Cersei had
small breasts, and Obara so wanted to devour and suck on her nipples like a
newborn babe. 
She respected the limits that Cersei was clearly marking as to the limits to
take with her body.  Obara so desperately wanted to seduce the woman.  Despite
her wanton fuck hunger for the woman she held herself back from a full frontal
sensual attack.  She was going slow and using subtle overtures to further her
seduction of the lioness.  When Cersei and she made love she wanted the desire
and love to be mutual.  She would not violate Cersei trust.  She feared if she
forced the issue she could harm what was clearly a possible magical union.
Obara had slowly over the next weeks made the massages more sensual. She did
not want Cersei to feel like she had been violated.  Her father told her of
that vile Baratheon’s treatment of Cersei.  If she ever met the man, she would
run her spear through him like a wild boar.  The last few massages she had
justbrushed the sides of Cersei’s pussy and breasts with her fingers, and felt
her own pussy gush hearing Cersei gasp and whimper.
Her control was nearly about to break.  Then… it happened. She was not sure
what may have occurred, but Cersei suddenly seemed to be on another planet. 
Jasline reported it too. One night, Cersei was masturbating like a fiend making
up for lost time, and then the next night she went to bed with a serene smile
on her face and went straight to sleep.  The girls, frustrated by this change
in the woman, had made sure to be very vocal.  Cersei never seemed to hear
them.
The cadets in her barracks had been sure they would soon be burying their faces
in her sweet camel toe, but now they were left high and dry.  They discussed
trying to do a rush on her, and show her what she was missing, but all were
afraid she would kick all their asses around the barrack. The woman was a
fucking Jinn when she got pissed.  None would last long against her fists. That
had been five weeks ago. 
Obara kept walking. The moon was half full.  She saw bats flying their erratic
paths up in the sky, and she felt like them.  She was adrift.  Getting Cersei
into her bed had nothing to do with winning, or conquest.  She had fallen
totally in love with the woman.  Cersei had been fire and verve.  Now, she
walked around like some silent sister with a serene smile on her face.  Obara
knew that a passionate woman was still in Cersei’s beautiful body somewhere. 
It had to be!
She saw a figure approaching her and immediately recognized who it was.  As the
figure came up to her, she quietly called out: “Hello father.”
“Beautiful night, isn’t it?  Can I walk with you?”
“Of course, father.”
They walked in companionable silence for a while.
“Cersei is really advancing in her training.” Oberyn said. “Myrion will not say
it, but I think in the not too distant future he will be allowing her to start
training with the sword.”  They walked on to the next set of barracks.  “Our
army will be heading to the ships soon. The cavalry left last week to begin
their march North.  I want you and your sisters to keep an eye on things while
we are away.  I am leaving two regiments stationed here.  They are under you
command. Your priority is Sunspear and its protection.”
“I don’t think you will face any organized danger.  All the Great Houses are
moving North to confront Winterfell.  We are all bringing all of our lords with
us, except for a small force for defense.  You won’t have to worry about
mischief from Highgarden or the Stormlands.”
“Why is Eddard Stark doing this, father?” Obara asked. “He knows he can’t win. 
With the South allied against him, and the forces of Essos and Daenerys
Targaryen’s dragons he won’t long last.”
“I know.  The man is playing us.  I can feel it.  He wants us to come to attack
him.  It makes no sense otherwise.  He has not thrown up so much as one
impediment to our advance.” They had reached the end of the barracks, and
turned around to walk back down the path, their boots tapping on the stones
with a rhythmic ticking of military strides.  “I think he wants to take us to
the Wall.  When I ask the Queen, she acts confused by the situation and is not
sure what the proper course of action should be. Bullshit!  That woman never
doubts herself, and never does anything by halves.  I start to wonder if the
Ice King does indeed exist.” Oberyn softly mused.
“Father.” Obara chastised.
“I know, I know. Stop seeing snarks in the dark.”
They walked on for several minutes.
“Cersei still being the silent sister?”
“Yes!” Obara barked in frustration.
“I fear that is my fault, Obara.”
“What do you mean?”
Oberyn then told his daughter how he had taught Cersei to clear her mind to
help with her training and exercises and to focus on her studies.  Like
everything she was doing in Dorne, she had mastered the technique without any
effort.
“I fear she has taken this, and centered herself - walling off all of her
passions.  I had not foreseen that.  The woman is nothing but passion.  I never
would have thought she would use mediation to conquer her emotions and tamp
them down.”
They had stopped walking as Oberyn related his teaching the Lannister the art
of meditation.  Obara was thankful to finally have a reason for Cersei’s sudden
change.  She could see the chagrin on her father’s face.
“Don’t blame yourself, father.  You only gave her a tool, and she chose to use
it to deaden herself.  Maybe I chose poorly.  I was sure she was the perfect
mate.  But … not this woman currently in her place.  The one who walks around
with a beatific smile on her face and just nods at everyone.  It hasn’t
affected her training though, so I know she is still focused on her goals.”
Obara looked up at the stars twinkling in the night sky.  She saw a shooting
star flash across the sky.  She made her wish even though she knew it would not
come true.  She was not a little girl.  Cersei Lannister had gone someplace far
away inside herself.  Obara was not sure the Cersei longed for and loved would
be coming back.
 
Cersei
Cersei was lying on her lower bunk, in a dilemma.  The bunk above her was
squeaking loudly, the mattress jamming hard into the frame it was sitting in.
The moans of ecstasy were rising in volume and desperation.  The rhythmic
squeaking of the springs was almost hypnotic as Lyara rotated her hips to jam
her cunt up into Mariyanna hard sucking mouth that Cersei heard working the
sodden pussy jamming into Mariyanna’s mouth.  The girl sounded like she was
devouring poor Lyara.
At first Cersei had been disgusted hearing the women rutting and eating each
other out. The wet sounds of slurps and snuffles and the sodden sounds of a
watery cunt being devoured.  Now the sounds of lesbian sex above her was a
symphony of sweet notes.  It sounded beautiful the way female mouths made sweet
love to wet swollen pussies.  Now it sounded divine.  Now she had visions she
no longer suppressed of her face buried in Obara’s wet cunt.  Her mouth wildly
eating out Obara.
She had used Oberyn’s meditation techniques to suppress those raging desires. 
It had worked.  Now she had stopped.
Cersei heard Lyara gasp hard, and then the bed squeaked hard as he woman threw
her cunt up into the mouth now wolf sucking her exploding twat. 
"Aaanngghhuummmggnn! Unnghhh! Oh! Ohhnnngg! Auuungghiieee!" Lyara cried out,
her body shuddering jerking up and slamming down into the mattress making it
rattle in its frame.  She heard Mariyanna continue to tongue-caress her lover’s
spasming pussy. "Oh! Oh Mariyanna gods Myriyanna! Ungghmmnnghiieeee!"
The tension was so twisted in Cersei’s belly and her pussy ached, sopping wet.
She gritted her teeth, determined to not begin her mantras and fall into
herself.  She let the ache in her belly build.
She had been thankful when Oberyn had showed her how to mediate and center
herself.  He told her he did it before any major physical undertaking he
partook of, and to calm himself before battle.  It allowed the man to reach
deep inside himself and pull out his best.
He had taught her to first find a mantra that worked for her.  He told her the
classical line “Oohhmmmm”, repeating it. Cersei immediately loved the sound and
feel of the sound rumbling in her chest.  Oberyn showed her how to use a low
chant, and then to focus on it find thoughts that brought contentment and a
deep sense of happiness.
That had nearly killed it.  She thought and thought, and finally had to tell
her erstwhile teacher that she couldn’t think of any. 
Oberyn had a first scoffed at the idea, but when he saw Cersei struggling he
understood that her adult life had indeed not been happy.
Cersei had had to look back deep into her past for snippets of happiness she
had found.  The time she found a mother cat with her newborn kittens in the
garden underneath a hedge.  They had been so beautiful, the mother cat licking
her kittens.  Her father had had them killed as vermin when Cersei had told him
of them, wanting to share her find.  She had cried all night until her father
slapped her face hard and repeatedly, until she regained control.
She remembered seeing the swallows out at dusk eating mosquitos out of the
sky.  The sound of her mother’s laughter.  The time she and Jamie laughed, as
they stole cookies out of the kitchen.
When she focused on these memories, and got into the basic lotus position and
began her chants, she almost immediately felt dreamy, and a sense of deep
awareness and then she fell into herself.  She felt as light as feather, and by
the fourth day she could almost feel her spirt breaking the bonds of her body
and soaring free.
It had been a godsend with her ragged emotions.  The freedom these Dornish
people felt when it came to sex was disturbing.  Cersei had quickly discovered
she was a prude.  Like most in North Westeros, she was made to hide sex away
from all but her immediate lover.  Not here.  The barracks, baths and saunas
were filled with couples fucking. 
Cersei had been disgusted at first, but had come to see the people were
actually celebrating life.  She cursed herself for not being able to let
herself go and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.  She had always used her body
to control and get her way - even with Jamie it had been that way after they
reached their late teen years. 
When Jamie had grown beyond that childish need (Cersei could see that was the
case now), he had tried to tell Cersei he needed more than sex without
connection and commitment.  She had not heard, and lost him.  She had been so
angry and filled with hate for Jaime and Brienne both. How dare he betray her? 
Now though, she saw clearly that she had been lacking.  In many ways, she drove
her brother to the Maid of Tarth’s waiting arms.  He indeed seemed very happy
with the woman.
She had lost interest in sex by the time Daenerys had come to King’s Landing. 
No more.  Before Oberyn had taught her to center and control herself she had
been masturbating wildly every night, three and four times on average sometimes
much more as the women cheered her on and kept moving in, trying to get her to
join them in their bunks.  She was like a wild animal in heat, her voice hoarse
from her loud screams of self-love. 
She only wanted one person - Obara. The problem was her stubborn pride, and her
fear of not satisfying the woman.  More, Cersei knew she was falling deeply in
love with the woman and that if they consummated their rising attractions she
would be hopelessly in love with the sand snake.  That scared the holy shit out
of Cersei.  To want someone that bad.  With her new insights this rising
burning need to love Obara the woman felt to clean and pure for Cersei’s soiled
love.  Cersei was frightened of the new passions burning in her heart and in
her loins. 
She still held the secret close that in King’s Landing she’d had several
dalliances with women.  She had let them go down on her, and they moaned how
good she tasted and simply worshiped her pussy until it exploded in their
mouths. 
The pleasure had been exquisite, but it never touched her soul.  To her it was
almost an experiment.  She never went down on them, but fucked them hard with
her fingers. Their convulsing bodies and screams of ecstasy told her she
satisfied them.  Again, it never touched her heart or soul.  It was all about
control, and showing herself she could make women totally lose themselves in
her.  It was all about the power dynamic.  How shallow she had been; such a
self-centered harpy.
The feeling of passionate love that Obara was stirring in Cersei’s bosom was
totally foreign.  Cersei had enough wisdom now to know that she had never
allowed her love for Jaime to grow and become the special love it could have
been.  It had always just been an act for her with her brother.  When Jamie
grew beyond that need for baseless sex while Cersei had not, he had left her.
Cersei could no longer blame him.  She still wondered what it was that Brienne
brought to their relationship, but it was obvious that they truly loved each
other.  The way she wanted to love Obara.
That fact scared the shit out of Cersei.  She was not ready for that
commitment.  She was not ready to let her body totally control her, and give
herself completely to Obara.  She knew the woman would want all of Cersei.  The
problem was that Cersei wanted more and more to give Obara every part of her
body and soul. She wanted their bodies to become one which would unite their
souls.  Cersei was in a quandary between want and fear.
She had found that if she used her mantras whenever she felt the ache rising,
she could tamp it down.  She used her mantras more and more, and felt peace
with the world.  She found quickly she could expunge all unwanted desires and
powerful emotions from her being.  Her fears and insecurities faded away.  She
felt almost dreamy, with nothing touching her or even tempting her.  She could
feel the soft smile on her face that naturally wanted to grace her features
when she was in her dreamy state of inner introspection.  The outside world
could not harm her here deep inside herself. Her frustrations faded away.
She did use the meditations as Oberyn had originally intended, to help her
excel even more at her various trainings.  She felt no elation at her
successes.  She made sure to not let her inner peace rob her of her deepest
desire to prove the whole fucking world wrong.  She was a warrior, though now
she wondered about the passion that drove her towards that goal.
At first she had felt a smug satisfaction seeing the confidence fade from
Obara’s face.  The woman had known she was breaking down Cersei’s defenses, and
reveled in it.  Cersei had enjoyed seeing that, now she had the control back. 
She had the woman on the defensive.  She had loved at first seeing how Obara
acted confused, and then hurt.
The problem quickly morphed though.  Now causing Obara pain caused Cersei heart
wrenching pain, which led her back to her mantras to sooth her distress.  She
was becoming addicted to her mediation.  She was talking to Oberyn three days
ago. They were now able to talk and act civil around each other.  He had
started to try and tease her, but she was beyond his words with her mediation.
He smiled and shook his head.  “Don’t let those mantras go to your head,
Cersei.” He had said good naturedly.  “When are going to start fucking my girl,
woman? She is so entirely in love with you.”  He left chuckling.
Yes, Obara was in love with her, and Cersei was causing her pain, and it was
killing Cersei.  Despite her pain, Obara still worked out with Cersei helping
her with her exercises, and training in hand-to-hand combat and with the staff.
The sand snake still gave her massages as well, but they were totally
professional now.  She could feel that verve that Obara once had was fading.
Cersei was robbing her of it.
She had stopped her mantras.  She wanted to feel again.  She had suddenly
realized she was well on the way to becoming a fucking silent sister.  Oberyn’s
jest had hit home.  She wanted to feel.  She wanted to fuck.  She wanted to
love. 
Three days later, she was a jangling mess of nerves.  She so wanted to
masturbate, but she held off.  She knew what she would do.
The next day was routine.  She had eaten early, took to her “training” tasks,
and muttered and fumed, instead of using her mantras to do it with a beatific
smile on her face.
She had sparred with Oberyn, followed by lunch with father and daughter.  Obara
was polite and formal towards Cersei now. Cersei smiled at Obara with a genuine
smile. The sand snake gave her only a wane smile back.  Again, Cersei’s heart
clutched hard in her chest, aching to comfort and love Obara.
She did exercises with the new cadets before heading back to her unique task.
Then, she had her late workout and jujitsu with her master.
Once she was done, Obara came to her asking if she wanted a massage.  Cersei
had long noted how the woman was always there the moment she finished her
jujitsu training.  Obara was always so attentive, in her support of Cersei -
almost loyal to Cersei to a fault.  The woman gave herself completely, while
getting nothing in return.  Cersei was going to change that.  Now. 
Cersei had to make up for wasted time.
“Yes, but I would like it in the officer’s sauna.” She said.
She saw the confusion in Obara’s eyes.  Cersei had shown great reluctance to
let her body be touched in front of others before.
“Come on, Obara ... my muscles need those talented fingers, woman!” Cersei
gripped her hand and dragged Obara behind her.  She felt the confusion in the
sand snake. 
The officer’s sauna was three times the size of the enlisted soldiers’ sauna,
and had bigger rail seats and several large pools that were heated by fire pits
beneath them. 
Obara went to grab towels, but Cersei stopped her.  “No need.”
Cersei quickly stripped out of her cadet shorts and top, gripping them as she
kicked off her sandals.  Cersei had lost her fear of immodesty and now loved
the feel of being naked and on display.  She wanted to be seen.  Especially by
one particular sand snake.  Cersei balled her work out clothes up, and threw
them across the pit.  Obara watched the soiled clothes go flying, and slowly
turned her head and gasped.  Cersei stood proud and naked before her, looking
into the sand snakes eyes with fiery heat in their jade green depths. 
Cersei stretched, arching her back and tilting her head back to stretch hard. 
She knew this would thrust out her breasts and wet, shaved-smooth camel toe to
Obara.  Cersei loved the feel of her strong taunt muscles stretching.  She
could feel Obara’s eyes on her.  Cersei felt her nipples stiffen into aching
diamonds.  Her pussy lips were already wet and swelling with hot pumping blood
and desire.  Slowly the lioness lowered her head.  Cersei’s nipples pulsed even
harder firing off hot arrows of pleasure to her throbbing clit when she saw
Obara’s eyes avidly devouring her body in wonder and want.  She felt her pussy
flood, and cum starting to dribble down her thighs.  Obara looked at her with
obvious arousal, like she had been pole axed.  Obara traced the cum trickling
down already on Cersei’s thighs with her dark eyes.  Obara licked her lips with
glazed eyes of lust and love.  Cersei chuckled inside.  Yes.  In a few moments
Obara, I will rock your world!
Cersei smiled, watching Obara take her own clothes off with a stunned look. 
Cersei looked down the sauna, and saw a man on his knees sucking off his man,
his throat down on the man’s cock.  Across the fire pits, a man and woman were
fucking doggy style, the woman’s tits whiplashing with the hard fucking she was
receiving as she rubbed her clit.  The sights and loud moans of pleasure only
made her hunger for Obara rise hotter inside her loins.  Her knees were
starting to tremble with her excitement.
Cersei gestured with her hands to get Obara to sit in the corner of the wall
and bench.  Obara did so staring up at Cersei with eyes filled with wonder and
hope.  Then Cersei tuned around and sat down on the bench and scooted back into
her woman.  Cersei snuggled back into Obara’s full rounded tits.  She smirked
feeling rock hard nipples poking her back and a wet pussy on her ass.  Her
woman wanted her!
“Well woman! My shoulders are so fucking tired.  Massage them!”  She felt
Obara’s hands attentively come up and start to massage the clenched muscles.
Cersei loved how they trembled so as the pressed into her hard toned muscles. 
Cersei always pushed herself hard.  Obara’s fingers dug into her knotted
muscles loosening them.  It had been Cersei no longer responding to her
caresses that had started to shatter Obara’s confidence.
“Ummnnggggg unngggggg! oh Obara … you know how to work my body—your hands feel
so fucking good on my body baby mmmggg nnngggg uummmmm!” Cersei softly husked.
She smiled hearing the woman behind her gasp softly and shiver against her. 
She continued to work Cersei’s shoulders and upper arms. Cersei heard the
clotted whimpers of rising need and want from her woman behind her.  Obara’s
sweet cunt pulsing out hot musk intoxicating and exciting Cersei.  Her wet twat
soaking Cersei’s lower back and ass cheeks with steamy slimy hot cum.  Still
Obara kept her gods damned hands chaste and proper massaging Cersei’s
shoulders.  Not good enough!  Cersei had done too good a job cowing her sweet
sand snake.  She needed Obara to take her!
Cersei reached up with her hands and gripped Obara’s hands and slowly pulled
them down from her shoulders.  She snaked the hands underneath her arm pits and
down her sweaty chest to her aching breast and cupped her sand snake’s palms
over her little doves.  She gagged in raw pleasure feeling Obara start to
massage her breast.  Obara rolled Cersei titties underneath her palms and then
cupped Cersei’s breasts and moved her thumb and index finger of each hand up to
Cersei’s rock hard medium brown nipples and squeezed them and pulled on them
milking the teats.  Cersei cawed in raw pleasure.  Her pussy pulsing out hot
flowing fuck nectars.  Obara’s loud moan of need excited Cersei so much.
Cersei gasped feeling Obara nibble on her throat and lick her quivering pulse
point as her fingers began to milk her breasts with hard squeezes and Obara’s
fingers pulled on Cersei’s engorged teats as she pressed in with her pinching
fingers filling Cersei’s breast with heat and bolts of pleasuring arching south
to her rigid pulsing clit.  “AAAWWOOOGGGGG!” Cersei screamed in raw pained
ecstasy feeling Obara suck her throat deep into her mouth and see-saw her
tender throat in and out her lips over the gnashing teeth.
The pain and hot ecstasy flooding her brain and out her gushing twat hole
filled Cersei with primal joy and pleasure.  Her body convulsed her eyes
rolling into her skull and rolling violently as her hand came up instinctively
to cup the back of Obara’s head and jam her mouth harder into her throat
encouraging her lover to mark Cersei as her total slut.  Obara moved her mouth
over and down “Unnngghhhiieeeeeee! Mnngghhiieeeeeee!” Cersei wailed as a second
hickey marked her as Obara’s whore.  Cersei surged back into the firm
voluptuous body convulsing and short jerking as her body was pummeled with hot
pleasure.  Her throat and her pinched nipples sending arrows of ecstasy to her
throbbing and shrieking clit with hammer blows of ecstasy.
Never had Cersei felt such pleasure, even with Jaime.  “Ooohhhhh unggg shitttt!
… hhnngg hunnnn uunggg!” Cersei cawed in ecstasy.  Obara shoved Cersei’s
bruised throat flesh out her mouth all slobbery wet with her spit.  Cersei’s
head lulled back on Obara’s shoulder and she looked up at Obara letting her see
into her soul.  Obara gasped.  Cersei cupped the back of Obara’s head and
pulled her head down.  Their lips mated and slide against each other melding
and nipping before Cersei felt Obara’s tongue parting her lips and swiping her
teeth demanding entrance into her mouth.
Cersei gave it freely and gagged feeling Obara’s long tongue slide deep into
her mouth their tongues wetly entwined and flipping around in Cersei’s mouth. 
“Mmmffpphhh mmppffff uummfffff!” Cersei chuffed into the mouth devouring her
mouth.  Her cunt was so swollen and dripping wet.
Obara broke the kiss and kissed Cersei’s face murmuring “yess yes oh yesss
finally yes!” Cersei pulled back enough to turn around and settle her body on
Obara’s lap her legs folded along the outside of Obara’s big strong thighs.
Cersei wiggled in mashing her wet quim into Obara’s hard stomach.  Cersei
gagged in pleasure nutting her cunt and jacking her clit on Obara’s hard
stomach.  Cersei circled her pussy into the woman’s lower belly and wrapped her
arms around the strong woman.
“I have come to you Obara—just like you said I would” Cersei softly husked to
her woman and lowered her mouth where they mated tight and tongues wetly dueled
form mouth to mouth in wet tangled slippery love.
 
 Obara
Obara was ecstatic.  Her dreams had come true. She pulled Cersei tight to her
body compressing her breast against her lover’s small doves.  She whimpered
feeling Cersei’s hard nipples jamming into her full tits.  Their tongues were
like serpents rolling around back and forth in their locked mouths.  She needed
Cersei now.  She slide her hand down Cersei’s flat hard belly and slide two
fingers up into the fiery cauldron that was Cersei.  She felt Cersei's body
jerk hard and then rotate her groin down on the fingers pumping slow and deep
up the hot tight fuck hole of the fallen Lannnister.  Obara pumped her long
fingers in and out the slimy buttery sweet fuck hole of her woman.   Cersei's
tongue like a flail in her mouth as it surged and slithered around her tongue.
 Cersei cawed into her mouth with choked sounds of searing pleasure.
Obara moaned into Cersei’s mouth as the woman’s hot pussy gripped her fingers
tight and the slippery folds hungrily sucked on her fingers.  Obara began to
slowly pump her fingers harder in and out the hot pussy her fingers riding up
deep into the wet inner folds of Cersei’s cunt.  Obara’s fingers sluicing
through the oily cunt meat.  Oh gods Cersei’s cunt was so hot and tight!  The
sopping wet folds slithered hotly over her pumping fingers.  Cersei squealed
into her mouth and subtly started to work her hips to drive the fingers deeper
up into her dribbling quim.  Cersei broke their kiss.
“Uungg ohhh Obara! You’re fucking me so goooooood baby!  Ohhhhh gods your
fingers feel so good in me baby!” Cersei gibbered.  She kissed Obara’s face
with soft kisses and then leaned back and hefted up Obara’s firm globes and
lowered her mouth.  Cersei had been watching women fuck for months now.  Cersei
had learned much from intense observations.  She was ready to give her woman
the pleasure she deserved.  Looking up hotly into Obara’s eyes Cersei sucked on
the dark brown nipples hard with long and then short sucks her fingers roughly
massaging the hot globes.  Her fingers sinking in deep as her cheeks hollowed
out with her intense suckling.  Cersei moved her head right and left to siphon
in thick long dark brown nipples to fiercely nurse on with hollowing deep
throat love sucks.  Cersei’s soul sang to her seeing Obara’s face filled with
hot slashes of ecstasy as she glanced up to see her lover's pleasure from her
oral ministration to her heavy udders.
Obara cried out in raw pleasure. Obara worked her fingers harder in and out her
lover’s swollen puss and jammed her bent thumb into Cersei hard nubbin in its
knotted clitoral hood.  Obara was already in love with Cersei’s hot tight pussy
and the feel of it on her fingers and soon in her mouth.
Cersei was squirming and jamming down hard now.  She had sucked fiercely on the
sand snakes nipples but dropped Obara’s breasts and now kissed Obara hard and
deep her tongue sliding down Obara’s throat and spearing in deep licking
Obara’s tonsils.  Cersei looped her arms around Obara pulling their bodies hard
into each other.  Now Obara chuffed into the mouth devouring it “Ummppff 
mmpphhfff mmppfff ummffff!”  The Lannister wallowed into Obara mashing and
rolling their compressed tits against each other their nipples wired to
throbbing clits.  Cersei’s clit was hammering her with ecstasy.
Obara rammed her fingers hard and deep up into Cersei’s squishing snatch loving
the spasms gripping and milking her hard plunging fingers.  Her fingers soaked
in creamy slimy cum.  She could feel the spams coming harder and faster. 
Cersei’s forehead thudded into her neck as the lioness whimpered and cawed in
ecstasy.  Her hand hammered Cersei's snatch.  She felt hot tendrils of cum
trickling down her hand soaking it in hot slimy snail snot.  Then Cersei's head
whipped back thirty seconds later a look of shock and almost crippling pleasure
slashing her face. 
Cersei’s cunt spasmed down hard on her fingers and Obara rammed them all the
way in and jammed her palm into Cersei’s cum soaked camel toe.  Obara wiggled
her hand back and forth grinding her palm into Cersei’s mound and clit her
fingers churning wildly in the now exploding twat.  Cersei’s snatch made wet,
sloppy, loud squishing sounds so hot and obscene. 
"AARRUUNNGGGGG! Hhnng hhnnn Onngghiieee! … AAAAWWWOOGGGGGGG!" Cersei screamed,
her head snapped forward and back her body convulsing as searing waves of
crushing pleasure ripped through her body.  Obara groaned herself feeling
Cersei’s folds grip her churning fingers in a velvet wet fist squeezing so hard
rhythmically on Obara’s fingers as hot cum gushed out her woman’s ruptured
womb.  "Auungghhiieee! Mmnnggghhiieeeee! … Oh! Yes! Oh ...
auugghnnniieee!"Cersei wailed in almost agonizing ecstasy.  Obara felt Cersei
lift her body several inches in sudden spasms and slam down again again as she
harpooned fucked her exploding couchie.  The beautiful blond slam fucking her
exploding quim on the fingers fucking her to the heavens.  Cersei's face was
slashed with almost crippling pleasure.   Obara loved feeling Cersei’s cum
soaking her hand and running down her wrist.
Cerise slowly sagged forward into Obara whimpering and gagging with strong
aftershocks.  Obara still had her fingers buried in Cersei’s twat enjoying the
wet heat and fading spasms of cumming.  Obara cupped the back of Cersei’s head
and guided their mouths together. She kissed Cersei sweetly as the woman mewled
for a minute before demanding entrance to Cersei’s sweet mouth.  Their tongues
wetly wrestled deep in Cersei’s mouth.  Obara loved how her tongue quickly
conquered Cersei’s tongue squeezing it hard before lunging down Cersei throat
making her lover’s eyes roll back into her skull and spasm hard her closed
eyelids showing the rolling orbs.  Cersei’s body jolted hard into hers with the
strong aftershocks still gripping the lioness’s toned body.
After a minute Obara pulled her fingers out of Cersei’s loosening pussy and
gripped the woman’s ass and lifted her as she got up and spun around to put the
Lannister gently down on the bench in the corner.  Cersei was looking at her
with the lidded eyes of the well fucked.  Obara looked into the jade pools and
nearly wept seeing so much love there.  Obara slowly sunk to her knees and
leaned forward cupping the back of Cersei’s head bringing it forward to again
kiss her lover with scorching kisses.
Obara had heard reports of Cersei’s marathon masturbation sessions when she
allowed her body to sing to her.  She had smiled hearing of Cersei working her
pussy frantically over and over each night to screaming orgasms as her body
actually flipped off her bed several times she flipped so hard.  Cersei may
have been embarrassed but she only looked sheepish getting back onto her cot. 
Once recovered she wasted no time in jilling herself off again.  She was
insatiable.
The woman was a slut when she let herself.  Obara would work tirelessly to make
sure that Cersei’s learned to listen to her body’s need for pussy.  Obara’s
pussy!  Later Obara would teach Cersei to grasp other pleasures of the flesh
but to begin with Obara would teach her Cersei all the wonders of lesbian
fucking.
Their hands were in each other’s sweaty hair pulling their mouths tight while
their tongues slithered and wrestled wetly in Cersei’s mouth.  Obara opened her
eyes enough to see that Cersei’s eyes had rolled back into her skull making her
eyelids jerk and bulge with their rolling in her skull. Her breathing becoming
ragged again as her body jerked and convulsed with raw wanton pleasure with her
body rising again in sweet tension.
Obara broke their kiss and smiled seeing Cersei chasing her lips with spittle
roped between their bruised lips.  She pulled Obara’s head back in and they
kissed ravenously as Cersei surged her tongue deep into Obara’s mouth and now
aggressively dueled with her tongue.
Obara broke their kiss with Cersei whining until Obara sucked her left breast
deep into her mouth and sucked voraciously on the Lannister’s breast and
nipple.  Her head pumped in and out stretching the soft dove and her tongue
slashed over the rigid medium brown nipple all crinkly from giving suck to her
babes.  She loved the look on Cersei’s face.  The way her face slashed and her
mouth stretched in a rictus smile of crushing pleasure.
“Unnggg oohhhh suck suck hhhnnnggg hhhnn hhnnnnn oh gods suck!” Cersei cawed
her hands now gripping Obara’s head jamming her head down harder onto her
breast.  Obara moved her head over and wolfed in Cersei’s other small dove
getting over half of her tit into her mouth and vacuumed sucked filling the
former Queen’s tit with fire.  “Hhhuuungggg oh shit yeessssss! Godsdamnnnnn
suck suck me baby!”  Obara pulled her head back sucking hard until her slut’s
tit popped out her mouth wetly.  Cersei screamed in pleasure making Obara’s
soul soar.
Obara worked her woman’s tits for the next five minutes her cheeks hollowing
out with her deep throat love sucks.  Her mouth and hands tried to stuff
Cersei’s breast ever deeper into her hot sucking mouth.  Obara was in heaven
finally devouring these precious succulent peaches.  She would then back off
with her voracious love assault and suckling sweetly and licking her tongue
over Cersei’s nipples with her rasping tongue.  Obara kissed all over the soft
globes licking and leaving little red love bites that had Cersei’s head
whipping around her throat cawing in helpless pleasure.  Cersei was near
delirious now.  Cersei’s hands roaming all over Obara’s body massaging and
clutching as hard slashes marked Cersei’s face with ecstasy.
Cersei’s hands had been either in Obara’s hair pulling into her bosom or her
hands fluttering around.  Now they were in her hair again.  Where before those
strong hands had been jamming her face harder into Cersei’s bosom now they
pushed down with force.  The hands now urging Obara to move South down Cersei’s
gasping body.  Obara's right hand reached down and massaged her woman's slit.
 Cersei’s cunt was so fucking wet and her musk filled their corner of the sauna
thickly.  Obara breathed in deep savoring Cersei pungent scent. 
Obara smiled. She kissed down Cersei’s belly looking up she saw Cersei’s face
looking down at her.  Cersei’s face slashing and a look of hard need in her
throbbing beautiful jade eyes.  She slithered her tongue into Cersei’s belly
button and drilled in. She smiled at Cersei’s whoops and seeing Cersei’s six
pack ripple up to hard steel.
She was starving. She sat quickly on her ass and mashed her face in her woman’s
slit and licked up and down the sodden mound plying open Cersei’s labia lips
and moaned tasting Cersei for the first time.  She tasted so fucking
gooooddddd! Obara moaned to herself.  Her tongue licked the slippery trench and
over the woman’s clit over and over and gave it quick teasing sucks. 
"Unngghhhh! Oh gods ... yessss!" Cersei whimpered starting to rotate her pussy
up into the sand snake’s hot licking slurping mouth.  "Yes Ahhnngg ... ohhhhh
Obara!" Cersei whimpered both hands again in Obara’s hair encouraging the woman
to eat her out.
Obara sucked Cersei’s clit deep into her mouth hard sucking it with long sucks
of pure love with her tongue slapping and spearing the hard nubbin.  Cersei’s
hips bucked up driving her cunt even deeper into Obara’s mouth her vulva
swallowing Obara’s lips with slimy wet heat.  Obara softy worked her head in
and out pulling on the clitoral hood in her mouth.  She would then lap her head
gently snuffling as she slurped and tongue raked the rock hard nubbin in her
mouth before delivering short hard sucks on the rigid clit.  She hummed and
moaned eating out Cersei the vibrations directly on Cersei’s clit. 
“Pppleeasseeee baby suck me—I need to cum so bad Obara—aaawwwggggg uunggg
uunnggg ooohhhhhhhhh fuck!” Cersei pleaded for release. 
Obara was in heaven feasting on Cersei’s plump love chute her tongue lashing
Cersei’s rigid clit and her mouth sucking in Cersei’s labia lips.  Obara pulled
and sucked the rubbery lips pulling them taunt and then rolling them in her
mouth.  Cersei’s sweet cunt tasted heavenly in her mouth.  Each swipe of
Obara’s tongue in Cersei’s slippery trench or probing her wet love hole filled
Obara’s mouth with the taste of Cersei.  Obara was intoxicated already with the
ambrosia flowing out Cersei’s honey hole. 
Obara could feel the tension in Cersei’s body as she gripped the woman’s
slender hips.  The jerks in the lioness’s body was now rippling all over her
body.  Cersei’s head had lulled over drool coming out her mouth down her chin
as she chuffed her face slashed with rising desperate pleasure.
Obara sucked Cersei’s clit in and out her lips with fast in and out sucks.  She
snuck her middle finger down to Cersei’s anus and teased it with a circular
motion.  Cersei’s bucked and went tense with her head coming up to look down at
Obara with shocked pleasure.  Obara paused and again sucked Cersei’ clit deep
into her mouth and sucked hard and long.  Her middle finger teasing in a hard
circular motion on Cersei’s clenching asshole.
Cersei exploded.  The dam shattered.  Cersei’s head jerked up on her neck now
straining up; her face rigid with scalding bliss.  Her muscular body began to
flip and jackknife violently as dire spasms ripped out her exploding womb.
 "AARRRUUUNNGGGGGGGGG! OOOWWWGGGGGGGGG! ... hhnn hhnngg Aunnngghhh!" she cried
out. "Ohnngg! Unnghhnngghiieeee! Oh gods unngghmmnnniieeee! Aunnngg! Unhg! Oh!
Unh! Ungh!"  Cersei's raw screams of unadulterated bliss made Obara’s heart
pound with love for Cersei.  Cersei’s body surged and bucked hard for twenty
seconds and then collapsed back to the wall.  Cersei’s jackknifes had stopped
but her body still convulsed against the wall with ecstasy.  Obara had released
her love suck on Cersei’s clit and jammed her mouth to Cersei’s fuck hole. 
Obara sucked on cum soaked cunt meat her nose jamming Cersei’s hard pulsing
clit.  Obara drank down the hot pulses of cum that pulsed out Cersei’s
clenching cunt. 
Obara slow stroked her tongue up and down her lover’s mound to slurp up thick
creamy cum.  She would move up and harsh suck on Cersei's clit sending scalding
pleasure rushing through Cersei's jerking body.  Her sucks prolonging Cersei's
orgasm.  Then she moved down down her love's cum soaked slit.  Obara loved
licking up the cum that slavered her lover’s mound.  Cersei’s orgasm continued
to consume her though changing tenor as Obara’s tongue and lips prolonged
Cersei’s hard hitting waves of orgasm that had throttling spasms of bliss
rocking her lean body.  "Oooohnnngggg! Oooohhnnggggg!" Cersei’s grunt moaned
softly, her lovely face seized with rapture, her body undulating as shock wave
after shock wave of her paralyzing orgasm continued to consume her.  Obara knew
how to draw her lover’s orgasms out.
Obara released Cersei’s clit from her mouth and moved up kissing slowly up the
sweat dripping belly.  Each drop of sweet cum and sweat was the pure essence of
Cersei to Obara.  Her hands came up to cup and squeeze Cersei’s nipples sending
arrows of ecstasy to her still jangling clit.  Obara kissed Cersei whose hands
flew to Obara’s jet black hair threading into the locks and mated their mouths
tight.  Cersei was cawing into Obara’s mouth twining her tongue around Obara’s
tongue.  They kissed deeply for a minute as Obara pulled and plucked Cersei’s
hard nipples prolonging the blonde’s aftershocks.
Obara pulled back and sat back down between Cersei’s spread legs.  Obara was on
a mission to show Cersei that no one could love Cersei like she could.  “Oh
godsssss” Cersei whimpered and then cried out feeling two fingers slide so deep
up into her hot buttery cunt and begin to pump in and out her twat slowly.  The
cum filled cunt slurped obscenely on the pumping digits.  Obara bent in and
siphoned her loves clit back deep into her mouth and suckled it with her tongue
rolling over the shiny hard nubbin.  Obara pumped in her fingers hard and deep
and began to lick over Cersei’s clit with the flat of her tongue.  Obara
reveled feeling Cersei's cum running down her fingers and soaking her hand and
dripping down her wrist.
For the next five minutes Obara ratcheted up Cersei’s body slowly.  She had
slipped in a third finger moaning feeling Cersei’s pussy so tight on her
fingers and the way her core gripped and squeezed her fingers.  Obara slurped
and sucked fiercely on Cersei’s clit and then back to hard licks and loose lip
sucks.  Cersei was twisting and writhing now.  Her ass cheeks clenching and
driving her cunt hard up into Obara’s mouth and fingers humping hard.  She
cried out continuously in ecstasy.
Obara could feel the time had arrived.  She had been rotating her fingers as
she pumped Cersei’s sodden vaginal walls and had found the lionesses g-spot. 
She had felt Cersei jolt as she mapped the sweet hillock’s location on Cersei’s
frontal vaginal wall.  Obara had then finger fucked her lioness hard with her
plunging fingers hammering in hot and hard straight in and out.  Her knuckles
slamming into Cersei’s cum drenched vulva.  The spongy hill had felt so divine
underneath her fast pumping fingertips when she traced out its location.  Now
Obara zeroed in on Cersei’s g-spot for the love kill.    She flipped her hand
over and angled her hand and harpooned her fingers into the spongy hillock. 
Obara focused on it with hard back and forth jerks her fingers angled to jam
into the spongy hillock.  Obara smiled.  Cersei body locked up and then
exploded.
Cersei’s head spasmed forward and slammed back hard into the wall behind her
again and again.  "Awwwonnggguunngghhhh! OOWWGGGHHHGGGAAAAAA! AAAWWOOGGGGGGG!”
Cersei roared in shattering ecstasy.  Cersei’s face twisted and slashed with
wild slashes her eyes squeezed tight shut as more of Cersei’s screams filled
the officer’s sauna.  “Unnggunnggg Aaarrrggghhhhhuuunnnnnn awwwooggggg! ...
Fffuuuuucccckkkkkk!” Obara sucked on the clit that was jammed deeper into her
mouth by Cersei’s bucking hips.  Her fingers were slimed with hot cum gushing
out the contracting couchie spasming hard.  Cum running down Obara’s arm as it
pumped hard into the immolating pussy that contracted hard on the fingers
harpooning the spongy g-spot.  Cersei flipped and jackknifed violently through
her long harrowing orgasm.  Obara was in heaven giving Cersei such pleasure.
Obara drank deeply from the spring of Cersei’s being loving her sweet biting
tang.  Obara looked up and saw tears running down Cersei’s cheeks.  She kissed
up the flexing belly and sucked on her nipples thirstily for a long moment
before reaching Cersei’s face and giving it feathery kisses.  Cersei recovered
and their lips came together and kissed sweetly before Cersei’s tongue demanded
entrance to Obara’s mouth and surged with the parting of her teeth.  Cersei
kissed her deeply her tongue a serpent in Obara’s mouth.
Obara gasped when Cersei leaned forward and gripped Obara’s ass cheeks and
effortlessly picked up Obara and slowly spinning her around still kissing her
deeply her tongue now down Obara’s throat that had the squealing sand snake’s
eyes rolling into her skull.  Cersei effortlessly held the voluptuous woman up
spearing her tongue again and again down Obara’s throat.  Obara wrapped her
legs around Cersei and ground her swollen muffin into the woman’s hard stomach
nutting herself on the washboard muscles of Cersei’s stomach.  The lioness
fingers were roughly massaging Obara’s voluptuous ass cheeks her fingers
roughly kneading the firm globes.  Cersei then gently sat Obara down into their
corner and settled down onto her knees between Obara’s legs as the sand snake
spread her legs.  All the while Cersei maintained their lip lock her tongue
wetly wrestling her lover’s dueling tongue.
Cersei finally broke their kiss.  She looked into Obara’s eyes. “I’ve dreamed
of these” Cersei softly said hefting Obara’s full heavy tits and started to
squeeze them filling Obara’s breast with fire.  Obara watched with lidded eyes
as Cersei lowered her head and siphoned in a long thick turgid dark brown
nipple.  She sucked and lathed the teat with fuck hunger her fingers roughly
kneading the heavy firm breast.  “Ooggggg hhnnn hhhnngg hhnngg oh baby ...
shit! unngg unnggg!” Obara whimpered feeling Cersei suck and tongue bat her
engorged nipples back and forth.
Cersei bunched Obara’s ample mounds and buried her face between them pressing
the heavy tits into her face.  Cersei snuffled as she feverishly kissed and
covered Obara’s breast with love bites.  Obara whopped and cried out when
Cersei kissed up her left tit and sucked her nipple back deep into her mouth
and sucking so hard on her nipple pumping her heard.  Cersei’s growls of
devouring setting Obara’s pussy on fire and making it so sloppy wet.
Back and forth Cersei moved her head siphoning in the long thick nipples and
sucking with cheek hollowing sucks as she looked up with lidded eyes watching
Obara’s face slash with pleasure.   Cersei’s pale fingers clenched in deep the
dusky tits she was grasping as her mouth suckled and her tongue lathed rigid
teats.
Cersei rocked her head tongue lashing the rigid nipples before sucking again. 
She bunched Obara’s tits together and ran her tongue around them in figure
eights before wildly working her head right and left whipping her tongue over
the rigid nipples like a flail.  “Auaggg unngg uunggg … oohhhhh baby Aawwoggg!”
Obara cried out in pleasure.  Cersei sucked Obara’s tits in turn deep into her
mouth and then sucked hard pulling her head back till Obara’s spit soaked tits
popped out of Cersei’s mouth obscenely.  Cersei repeated his again and again
making Obara cry out in near crippling pleasure. 
Cersei smiled evilly up at Obara.  Obara was delirious now.  Cersei was back to
suckling on her nipples softly working her tongue around the thick stems.  She
slowly dragged her tongue over the creamy tit flesh of both globes to suck in
the other nipple and sucked so godsdamned good!
Obara needed so much more.  She pressed her hands onto the top of Cersei’s head
and gently pressed down.  Cersei was so much stronger than her now.  “Oh Baby!
Please please!”
“Please what?” Cersei asked her lips back half an inch from Obara’s right thick
long nipple.
“Ooooooooo babbyyyyyy plleaseeee!”
“Please what Obara?” Cersei teased.
“Ohhhh Cersei suck my cunt baby.  Make me cum in that hot godsdamned mouth!
Suck meeeee!”
Cersei smirked and then she slowly kissed down Obara’s belly.  She luxuriated
feeling the hard muscles clench underneath her lips.  Cersei settled down now
on her ass and stared at Obara’s pussy with lust addled eyes. With a long moan
Cersei mashed her face deep into Obara’s camel toe wiggling her face in deep
and started to lap aggressively up and down Obara’s slit.  Obara gagged in
helpless pleasure feeling Cersei’s tongue lash over her clit.  Cersei must have
been watching all the lesbian loving around her in the barracks.  She knew what
she was doing!  Obara cried out in pleasure when Cersei’s long tongue snaked
deep in her pussy licking around scooping out hot cum and swallowing with loud
gulps.
Then that long tongue was hard tongue fucking Obara’s slimy drooling clam. 
Cersei mashed her face into the sand snake’s swollen clamshell.  First Cersei
lapped her head tongue lashing Obara’s clit and slit.  Then Cersei worked down
the sodden trench licking and tongue stabbing.  She worked down to Obara’s
sweet fuck hole.  Cersei licked around the drooling clutching cunt hole.  Then
Cersei stiffened her long tongue.
Cersei’s tongue punched in deep, hard and fast into the festering couchie
filled with sweet buttery cum.  The Lannister hammered her head back and
forward to sink her tongue deep into the slimy buttery cum filled twat hole. 
Cersei’s nose jammed Obara’s clit with each stroke of her pumping head.  Cersei
snuffled and moaned when she pressed her mouth to Obara’s cunt hole and sucked
in sweet cunt meat and dined on them with lips and spearing tongue while
snuffling obscenely. 
Obara stared down in rapture. All her dreams of her and Cersei were coming true
and they made her fantasizes pale.  Cersei was devouring her!  Cersei backed
her head an inch and then mashed down hard totally engulfing her mouth with
Obara’s vulva’s wet kiss.  Cersei sucked Obara’s whole upper pussy deep into
her mouth and tongue lashed with feverish focus and love.
Out of nowhere Obara’s pussy cummed hard with womb rending spams of fucking
bliss. Obara’s pussy exploded hard with womb rending spams of fucking ecstasy. 
“ARRUUNNGGGGGGG! FFFFUUCCCKKKKKKKKK! OOOWWGGGGGGG!” Obara screamed in
staggering ecstasy.  Obara felt hot gushes of cum pulsing out her exploding
snatch.  "Auungghhh! Ohmnnnnggg! Ummnngghiiieieeeeee!” Obara wailed as she
looked down at Cersei with slit eyes.  Cersei gulped obscenely moaning as she
drank hot female cum for the first and instantly, totally becoming addicted to
the effluent pouring out Obara’s hot cunt.  Each hot gush of creamy cum so
sweet and permanently addicting Cersei to sucking sweet cunt. 
Cersei mashed her face to Obara’s quim and Dorne kissed sucking in a mouthful
of hot cunt meat and rolled it in her mouth her tongue slithering all through
the slimy folds.  Cersei’s right hand had snaked around Obara’s hip.  The
fingertips of the hand brushed fast back and forth over the cum soaked clit. 
Obara’s orgasm that had been waning exploded afresh harshly throttling Obara
with fucking bliss.
"Auungghhh! Ohmnnnnggg! Ummnngghiiieieeeeee! Oh ... oh gods oh shit ...
ohhnnnggghhiieeeee! Unnnmmmnngghiiieee!" Obara screamed, her face slashed hard
and body flipping and jackknifing violently her heavy tits whiplashing around
on her flipping body.  Sweat poured down her body and hot cum gushed into
Cersei’s gulping mouth the excess running down her cheeks as she gulped
greedily.  Finally, Obara’s orgasm waned and Cersei backed off and moved up to
kiss Obara hotly again.  Cersei’s tongue was an Adder in her mouth wildly
tangling with Obara’s tongue in her mouth before sliding down her throat and
then spearing in deep aggressive.
Cersei pulled back.  Her green eyes on fire.  “You’re mine now!  All mine!”
“Yes, oh yes!” Obara whimpered.  Normally Obara was the dom but not with Cersei
on fire like this.  She willingly submitted to be Cersei’s total slut at this
moment.  She sensed that Cersei was a switch and would relish both sides of the
domination matrix.  So did Obara. Gods Cersei was so perfect for her!
Cersei was not finished with her pussy yet.  She jammed her face back deep into
Obara’s snatch and wolfed sucked and tongue slashed the slimy cunt meat
underneath her tongue.  Her lips sucking slimy labia lips and rolling before
moving up and sucking in Obara’s clit and love sucking with harsh long and then
short fast love sucks.  Her tongue either gigging or butterfly stroking all
over the shiny nubbin.
Obara felt her belly spasm hard and her thighs begin to clench and strain.  Her
body went stiff as Cersei looking up at her with her beautiful eyes now long
hard sucked on Obara’s clit her cheeks dimpling in with the long ragged deep
throat love sucks.  The Lannister’s tongue harpooning the shiny nubbin.  Cersei
was noisily slurping down mouthfuls of creamy cum.  The excess trickled down
Cersei’s cheeks and down her throat. 
The sight made Obara’s womb shatter and then explode.  “FFFFFUUUCCKKKKK! 
AARRUUUNGGGGGGG! OOOWWWGGGGGGG!” the sand snake flipped and jackknifed in
harrowing spasms so searing fucking blisss.  “Aarrrrrggggggggg … Oh ... oh gods
oh shit ... ohhnnnggghhiieeeee! Unnnmmmnngghiiieee!" Obara screamed, her face
slashed hard and body jerking forward and back violently her heavy tits
whiplashing around on her flipping body.  Sweat poured down her body and hot
cum continued to gush into Cersei’s gulping mouth the excess running down her
cheeks soaking them as she gulped greedily. 
Finally, Obara’s new orgasm waned and Cersei backed off and moved up to kiss
her hotly again.  Cersei first licked and nibbled on Obara’s full lips.  She
sweetly pulled Obara’s lower lip out several times.  Then her tongue demanded
entrance to Obara’s mouth and their tongues wetly flipped and wrestled around
in Obara’s mouth.  The sand snake loving the taste of her cunt on Cersei’s
tongue.
After several minutes of deep snogging Cersei kissed down Obara’s cawing
throat.  She kissed down to Obara’s hooters and kissed them all over
reverently.  Then Cersei worked Obara’s breast again now using two hands to
pulp Obara’s tits in turn her fingers sinking deep into full bosom and then
pulling Obara’s tits up one at a time and wolf sucking on engorged teats. 
Cersei looked up at her mate and hefted the heavy tits up and bent her head
over and kissed the undersides of Obara’s heavy breast.  Her lips kissed the
sweet flesh and with her tongue licking the sweet sweaty flesh.  Cersei licked
down to the crease where Obara’s full tits met her ribcage.  Cersei kissed
along those creases.  Obara groaned and cawed her breath short and raspy. 
Cersei kissed around the left full tit and kissed all around on the top of
Obara’s full rounded tits.  Her lips making wet smooching sounds.  Cersei then
kissed around the heavy tits she hefted up again slowly kissing up to the large
circular areolas all steeple with rigid flesh.  Cersei circled her tongue on
the areolas as Obara whimpered.  Then Cersei moved up and siphoned in a thick
turgid nipple and wolfed suck with long ragged love sucks.
“Aawwooggg uuunngg hhnggg … ohhhhh shit Cerseeeeiiiiii—aawwggg shit yeessssss!”
Cersei smiled around the nipple in her mouth and moved over and sucked in the
other rigid nipple and sucked voraciously with long deep throat love sucks her
tongue spearing the rigid nipples as she worked back and forth.
Cersei worked Obara’s breast again now using two hands to pulp Obara’s tits in
turn her fingers sinking deep into full bosom and then pulling Obara’s tits up
one at a time and wolf sucking on engorged teats.  Cersei loved making love to
Obara’s tits but she needed more hot sweet gash.  Cersei went boneless to sit
back down before Obara’s spread out legs.  The lioness again mashed her face
deep in Obara’s pussy moaning working her lover’s pussy.  She had her eyes
lightly lidded eating out Obara with focus on her clit with hard licks and soft
sucks.  Cersei had a dreamy look on her face as it lapped up and down eating
out hot sweet cunt.
Cersei did not see Oberyn and Ellaria come in.  They spotted the rutting
women.  Big smiles spread on their faces at the sight of sand snake and the
lioness rutting in wild passion.  The two looked at each other happy that Obara
finally had her woman.  They were both naked and Elleria came to sit beside
Obara.  Ellaria spread her legs wide leaning back.  Her head canted over to
watch the two women beside her making sweet love.  Oberyn immediately fell to
his folded legs and buried his face deep in Ellaria’s pussy and went wild
devouring his consort.  Ellaria’s head jammed back into the wooden panels as
her sweet Oberyn ate her out like a man who absolutely loves pussy.  He
snuffled and sucked her pussy deep into his mouth aggressively attacking it as
Ellaria started to cry out in ecstasy.
Obara knew her father and his consort had started to come around on Cersei and
she smiled seeing them come to fuck beside them.  Cersei finally opened her
eyes and looked over at the couple fucking beside them. She gasped and pulled
back as Obara whined in displeasure.  Cersei had a look of slight confusion on
her face. 
Obara watched her father reach over while still eating Ellaria out and put his
hand on the back of Cersei’s head.  He paused letting Cersei accept his hand. 
She did looking at him out the side of her eye.  He then pressed the back of
Cersei’s head back down slowly into Obara’s pussy.  Cersei moaned and the
Lannister wigged her face deep into Obara’s vulva as it clamped tight around
her mouth enfolding it in a slimy kiss.  Cersei sucked her woman’s clit deep
into her mouth and started to pump her head in time with Oberyn eating out his
lover and they both devoured wet quim.  The man and woman glancing at each
other smiling as they sucked in time making their women cry out in wanton
pleasure.
Ellaria leaned over but still looked down at Cersei for permission.  Cersei was
being given the right of refusal.  Obara looked between Ellaria and Cersei
hoping.  Cersei was being given the right of refusal.  They all watched the
Lannister eye them for a long moment and then Cersei jerked her head up and
down never ceasing her fervid sucks on Obara's cunt  .  She smiled up at Obara
making her heart clutch and squeeze in pure love in her chest.  Obara somehow
fell even deeper in love with Cersei. 
Cersei paused for a second in her intense pussy gobbling keeping eye contact
with Obara and Ellaria back and forth.  The three paused for a few rapid
heartbeats gauging and accepting.  With a happy smile on her face, Cersei
sucked even harder on Obara’s clit making her cry out in helpless pleasure. 
Cersei loosened her lips lock on Obara’s cunt as she wetly sucked and now made
copious obscene slurps as she ate her woman out. 
Permission granted Ellaria leaned in the rest of the way.  She nipped Oberyn’s
daughter’s lips and then sucked in her lower lip suckling on it.  Cersei had
given permission and granted Ellaria the right.  Ellaria’s face beamed as she
leaned in the rest of the way and kissed Obara.  She cupped the back of Obara’s
head and at first sweetly kissed Oberyn’s daughter.  Lips melded and sweetly
nibbled and glided over each other.  The sand snake cried out in helpless
pleasure now having two mouths work her body expertly. 
For a short while Ellaria and Oberyn’s daughter kissed sweetly nipping lips and
pulling on them with their teeth.  Both women mewling in renewed love.  Ellaria
demanded entrance to Obara’s mouth her tongue swiping pearly white teeth. 
Obara opened her mouth to Ellaria’s long tongue that surged in and wetly
wrestled with her tongue.  Their rolling and flipping around in Obara’s
chuffing mouth.  “Unnggfff mmmppfff mmfff oooffff mmmffff!” Obara cawed into
the mouth devouring hers. 
Ellaria’s tongue shoved deeply into Obara’s mouth and actively twined wetly
with Obara’s hot writhing tongue.  Their tongues coiled and flipping hotly in
Obara’s groaning mouth.  Both woman chuffed and their cheeks clearly showed the
twined tongues first flipping around in Obara’s mouth and then the love tryst
was in Ellaria’s mouth.  Ellaria’s body jolted her nostrils flaring when she
felt Obara spear her tongue down her love gagging throat.
Obara’s mind was on fire with her pussy being gobbled by her sweet lover and
her father’s paramour again kissing her with such exquisite skill.  Ellaria
kissed Obara deeply as Cersei watched.  Cersei’s eyes taking it all in with an
intense stare.  She signaled her approval by moaning hard and trying to suck
Obara’s clit down her throat.
Obara had been nervous at Ellaria’s overture but Cersei’s acceptance and then
encouragement had her pussy on fire.  She and Ellaria had made love many times
before.  She enjoyed fucking her father’s lover.  He had joined them many times
banging both of their pussies and assholes to sweet gut wrenching orgasms.  She
loved eating out Ellaria with her father banging her own twat.
Their tongues coiled in her mouth.  She cried out into Ellaria’s mouth when
Cersei tried to suck her clit down her throat again and tongued lashed her
shiny nubbin wildly with her slapping tongue.  Cersei was growling and pulling
her head snapping Obara’s clit out through her pressed lips and diving down to
hard suck in deep again.  Cersei would waggle her head before pulling it back
to snap out Obara’s clit through her lips. 
Again and again Cersei did this.  She sucked the rigid clit deep into her mouth
and oh so slowly pulled her head back all the while sucking voraciously on the
hard nubbin till it plopped wetly out form between her lips and snap back to
Obara’s slimy wet vulva.  Cersei enjoyed immensely how it made her slut scream
into Ellaria’s mouth the sounds muffled and how Obara’s hips jumped up
spastically in ecstasy from her oral ministrations. 
Cersei watched for a minute as she ate out Obara before her head lifted an inch
above Obara’s swollen sloppy wet cunt.  Obara and Ellaria broke for air and
looked down at Cersei’s face soaked in Obara’s snail snot.  “Oh gods that looks
sooooooo fuckig hot! … suck on Obara’s nipples and then kiss her again” Cersei
moaned and then mashed her face deep into Obara’s cunt as it wetly clung to her
mouth and lips.  Cersei sucked in mouthfuls of sweet slimy cunt meat and
munched happily her tongue spearing deep up Obara’s hot tight fuck hole.  Her
lover’s vulva totally engulfed her mouth in wet heat and slimed in love snail
snot.  Cersei lifted herself slightly and rocked her head slashing her tongue
over Obara’s clit.  Obara shrieked in gut wrenching stabs of hot pleasure. 
Obara had been nervous.  She feared that Cersei would be jealous or hurt.  Her
acceptance of this opened so many doors for them in the future.  Obara and
Ellaria had made love many times before.  She enjoyed fucking her father’s
lover.  He had joined them many a time banging both of their pussies and
assholes to orgasms.  She loved eating out Ellaria with her father banging her
twat.  She had screamed so many times into Ellaria’s cunt as her father’s cock
exploded deep in her cunt or wildly clenching asshole.  To feel her father’s
semen flooding her womb or colon always made her cum.
Many times Obara had feasted on the cum leaking out Ellaria’s slack well fucked
pussy.  Obara smiled remembering the times she would get behind Ellaria after
she had collapsed from doggy or rolled over after a good savage ass fucking. 
Spreading out her voluptuous ass cheeks and licking Ellaria’s quivering
starfish.  Obara hooking her fingers in the runnels of father’s paramour
asshole.  She pulled her loosened asshole open and lapped out her father’s cum
that would dribble out Ellaria’s tired happy shithole.
Obara now knew that someday in the future that Cersei and her would be fucking
her father and his paramour.  She longed to feel her father’s cock in her ass
as Cersei ate her out or to have Ellaria on the bed with her legs spread out as
Cersei ate her out and she slammed her cock up Cersei’s cunt and ass back and
forth.  Making Cersei cum so hard with vaginal and anal ‘gasms.  Then having
Ellaria and Cersei clean her cunt and ass off her cock.
So many scenarios ran through Obara’s head.  Her and Ellaria dp’ing Cersei so
hard and deep and Cersei doing ATM and A2P hungrily over and over and cumming
again and again and then it would be her and Cersei doing it to Ellaria as she
wailed and cummed on their dicks.  Gods Ellaria loved to do ATM and A2P over
and over.  She couldn’t wait till it would be her turn to be DP fucked to
oblivion.  She would feel so full and her body hammering her with such powerful
sensations from all three fuck holes as she cleaned their cocks of her sweet
ass juice and milky cunt cream.  They would fuck the night away. 
Obara knew Cersei and her father had actually formed a healthy relationship
now.  She hoped they could take it to the next level.  She longed to see her
father fuck the living shit out of Cersei making her scream in raw agonizing
pleasure.  She longed to suck her father’s hot tart cum out Cersei’s slack
pussy and asshole.  She would have to hope.
Cersei looked up the tight flexing belly as she ate out Obara with hot gusto. 
Ellaria had moved down to do Cersei’s bidding.  She cupped Obara’s hot full
tits and lifted them up and siphoned sucked on the thick long nipples with long
sweet hot sucks.  Cersei could see Ellaria’s tongue working through her dimpled
cheeks.  The woman pumped her head pulled up tenting Obara’s nipples up with
the voracious love sucks.  Ellaria moved right and left mouth pleasuring
rubbery teats.
“Aauuggg hhnngg hhhnnn uummmgggg … oooohhh fuckkkkkkk … mmmnnggg shit! Yes!
Yes! Shhittttt!” Obara gurgled feeling her tits expertly loved.
Ellaria kissed up Obara’s sweaty chest now.  She nipped and licked up to
Obara’s throat.  Ellaria licked and nipped the palpating column.  She smiled
into Obara’s throat and sucked in a mouthful of sweet flesh.
“AAAAAWWWOOGGGGG! FFFFFUUCCCKKKKKKKK!” Obara screamed in agonizing pleasure
feeling Ellaria suck her throat viciously through her seesawing teeth.  In and
out Ellaria sucked the sweet throat flesh through her gnawing teeth.  She loved
feeling Obara’s throat convulse against her lips.  Then Ellaria quickly kissed
up Obara’s throat, chin and then lips.  Obara was gagging in helpless
pleasure.  Her mouth open for conquering.  Ellaria speared her tongue deep into
Obara’s mouth.
Their tongues coiled in Obara’s mouth.  Obara cried out into Ellaria’s mouth
when Cersei tried to suck her clit down her throat and tongued lashed wildly. 
Cersei was growling and pulling her head back snapping Obara’s clit out her
pressed lips and diving down to hard suck in deep again.  Cersei waggled her
head before pulling back to snap Obara’s clit out her lips again and again.
Cersei pulled off Obara’s pussy and watched her lover and Ellaria kissing
hotly.  She felt no jealousy but only hot wanton pleasure.  It was so hot. 
Dorne was liberating her.  Obara was hers and she had the confidence to not be
jealous.  She knew soon they would all be fucking sweetly.  “Suck Obara’s
nipples Ellaria.  Gods you two are so hot and slutty!”  Cersei lowered her head
siphoning in hot sweet cunt meat back into her mouth and happily munched.
Ellaria smiled at the tone.  Not commanding but more like a heated rasp between
lovers.  Soon she would have Cersei’s cunt in her mouth Ellaria decided then;
along with Obara’s.  Ellaria released Obara’s moaning lips.  She reached down
and hefted up Obara’s heavy tits.  She jammed the heavy tits together folding
the heavy orbs into each other.  The sweet nipples mashed side by side. 
Ellaria drooled seeing those long engorged teats.  She stuffed the long thick
nipples deep into her mouth and long hard sucked with her locked lips.  Her
tongue swiping over and figure eights over the rubbery nipples.  Obara was
crying out and a hard orgasm exploded out of nowhere throttling her as two
mouths sucked her off. 
"OOOOWWWGGHHAAAA! … Fuuuccckkkkk! Auunnggghhhhh! MMNNGGHIIEEEEE! Oh! Oh!
Nnngggeeeee!" Obara sobbed, cumming fiercely as hammering blow after orgasmic
blow scalded her with shrieking bliss.  Her pussy gushed sweet sex fluid all
over Cersei’s face.  Her hips bucked wildly up and down driving her pubic bone
into Cersei’s hot mouth as she gripped Obara’s hips manically to keep her love
suck on my rupturing cunt. 
Elleria had gripped Obara’s left tit with both hands to hold the breast still
enough to continue deep throat sucks on the engorged screaming teat deep in her
mouth.  Only when Obara started to come down from her cum did Elleria drop the
sweaty tit and move her head up to kiss the sand snake deeply as Cersei lathed
and kissed the temporally spent pussy.
After a minute Ellaria broke her lip lock with Obara who leaned back with a
dreamy look on her face.  Ellaria leaned down further pressing her cheek into
Obara’s hard belly and looked at Cersei with hot pulsing eyes.  Cersei stopped
lathing her tongue over Obara’s still trembling clit as the sand snake mewled
in post orgasmic pleasure.
Obara watched intently as Cersei slowly lifted her head up to where Ellaria had
her face resting on her belly.  Cersei paused and looked up at Obara.  Obara
smiled radiantly and weakly lifted a hand and pressed Cersei’s head down to
Ellaria’s mouth.  Then Obara’s eyes rolled back in her head when Ellaria and
Cersei mouths came close together their tongues twining and wetly wiggling
against each other between their lips before they mated their lips tight and
their entwined tongues now wrestled hot and wet in their mouths.
While kissing Ellaria, Cersei snaked her first two fingers into Obara’s hot
tight pussy.  Cersei slowly pumped her fingers into the tight greasy sleeve
relishing the heat and wetness.  As she kissed Ellaria, Cersei slowly started
to work her fingers harder and deeper into Obara’s slimy cum filled cunt. 
Cersei pumped her fingers sensually deep into Obara’s twat.  Obara’s pussy sang
a sodden wet sound of sloshing love.  Cersei started to slowly rotate her hand
as she banged her lover’s box.
Cersei slipped in a third finger and began to fuck Obara with deep plunging
strokes.  Her hand slamming into the sand snake’s vulva hard sending rippling
shockwaves through the puffy mound.   All the while the two women over Obara’s
stomach kissed deeply cheeks dimpling as they took turns sucking on hot
tongue.  Obara watched how Cersei was letting her inner slut run free.  Obara
was in heaven watching Cersei and Ellaria snogg deeply as Cersei kept her
concentration enough to continue fucking Obara hard and deep just like she
needed it.
They finally broke their kiss and Ellaria rose back having signaled that all
had been forgiven.  Obara watched Cersei lean back down and she gently licked
her lover’s fat happy pussy.  Obara played with her sweat matted hair with one
hand and her other lifted her right tit up to her lips and she sucked on her
own nipple with hard sucks and swiping tongue. 
Cersei looked up at her with glittering eyes and looked over at Ellaria being
pleasured by Oberyn.  She slowly lowered her head and sucked her woman’s clit
back into her mouth and rolled the clit around in her mouth with her pushing
and flicking tongue.  Cersei’s cheeks hollowed out with her sucks and she could
see her tongue working as it stabbed her clit.  Her right hand a piston
hammering her fingers in and out Obara’s tight snatch.
Cersei was now frenzied in her lovemaking.  She could see that Ellaria was
rising to orgasm.  She saw Obara’s head lulled over to watch Ellaria rising to
cum in her father’s mouth.
After a minute Ellaria body was beginning to jolt with hard pulses of searing
bliss.  Obara leaned back with a dreamy look on her face watching Ellaria
rising to the pinnacle of ecstasy.  Ellaria’s body was writhing now.  Oberyn
had backed off on his passionate assault on his paramours beautiful pussy
letting her focus on her efforts with his daughter.  But he had resumed his
passionate oral assault on Ellaria’s wet cunt.  He gurgled and growled waggling
his head eating his paramour out.  He needed to prove to all three women what
excellent oral skills he himself possessed.
Ellaria’s body started to quake and jolt her heavy tits jiggling all over.  Her
face locked up in what would seem was agony her face all twisted.  Hard jolts
now hit her body again and again.  Oberyn sucked Ellaria’s clit down his throat
his tongue gigging the hard nubbin jutting out its sheath.
Her head rocked back and her heels jammed the wooden floor.  She cried out in
an ear splitting shriek of such pure love fueled by mind shocking ecstasy. 
“AARRUUNNGGGGGGG! OOWWWGGGGGGGG! Hhnngg hhnngg hhnnn hhnnn UUNNGGHHIIEEEEEEEE!”
Ellaria wailed as her torso convulsed.  Shattering waves of bliss gripped and
violently shook her whole body in full body spasms of killing bliss.  Ellaria
now had both hands behind Oberyn’s head with interlocked fingers and pulled his
head deep into her exploding twat as it slicked his face in cunt slime.
Ellaria’s body flipped and jackknifed so violently her torso rocking up off the
sauna wall and then slamming the cypress wood several times making a wet
slapping sound her tits whiplashing with her wild flips.  Her body convulsing
almost violently.  “Unnggg uungggg Aawwwoogggggg! Uuunngggggrrrrrrrrrrr!”
Ellaria wailed as the final throes of her orgasm finished throttling her with
fucking bliss. 
All the times Oberyn had worked to increase Ellaria’s pleasure during her
orgasm his mouth busy pleasing her.
Cersei and Obara had enjoyed watching Ellaria in her orgasm.  Both women
thought that nothing was as beautiful as a woman in hard orgasm
Seeing Ellaria cum had Obara on the edge herself.  Cersei was furiously lapping
her head raking her tongue over Obara’s rigid clit fast and hard.  Cersei
snuffled working feverishly to get Obara’s rocks off.  She now deep throat love
sucked as she slapped the clit sucked deep into her mouth.  Obara had felt her
womb spasm and coil deep in her belly as her thighs quivered and then locked up
in a hard clench.
Obara’s body began to convulse violently as raw pleasure hammered her.  She
fell off the precipice of shocking pleasure.  “OOOWWWGGGGGGG!
FFFFUUCCCKKKKKKKK! HHHUUNNGGGGGGG!” Obara screamed.  Her head snapped back
violently in a hard convulsion.  It was so violent how the orgasm throttled
Obara.  Obara's head snapped back and now forward and back again with violent
snap convulsions.  Cersei feared Obara might shatter her spin.  Cersei knew
what she had to do.  She sucked even harder on Obara’s rock hard clit.  Cersei
smiled into the cunt she was devouring as her ministrations had the desired
effect.  Obara's body surged her hips rotating hard up into Cersei's mouth as
more full body convulsions tore the Sand Snake apart with womb rending ecstasy.
 "Mmmnnggggniiiieee!  Mmmnnggggniiiieee!  Mmmnnggggniiiieee!"" Obara wailed in
soul searing agonizing pleasure.  Her body convulsed hard her body jerking
upright and shaking violently and then sagging back as the convulsion passed
only to convulse with another bone rattling spasm of fucking bliss. 
"Ohhhnnmmmgggg!" Obara cried out, her body jackknifing.  Her cunt leaping into
Cersei’s hard sucking mouth.  Spittle spraying out her braying mouth as pure
fucking ecstasy flailed her soul alive with searing fucking bliss.  "Ungghhhh!
Unngghhhh! Oh shit! Fuck!  Ungggauugggunnnnn Unnmmmgghhnnnnnn!” Obara cried out
as one last searing orgasmic spasm rocked her soul with crushing bliss.
Cersei was in heaven knowing she had given her woman such pleasure.  She was so
in love with Obara.  Obara came down from her orgasmic high and stroked
Cersei’s face with a loopy smile on her face.  They turned to look Ellaria who
had recovered from her orgasm.
They watched Ellaria eyes open.  She played with Oberyn’s black hair.  She
looked over at them.  Ellaria slide her body down the wood.  She moved her body
so she could lean down further pressing her cheek into Obara’s hard sweat
soaked belly and looked at Cersei with hot pulsing eyes.  Cersei stopped
lathing her tongue over Obara’s still trembling clit as the sand snake
continued to mewl in post orgasmic pleasure.
Ellaria’s body juddered hard with Oberyn suddenly sucking in her entire upper
cunt deep into his mouth and voraciously sucking the slimy wet cunt meat.  His
head pumping up and down tenting pink pussy folds and pulling Ellaria’s clit
rigid in his mouth were his tongue polished the shiny nubbin.  A second orgasm
exploded out of nowhere with the sudden expert sucking off of her wet twat.
Not to be outdone Cersei mashed her face deep into Obara’s cunt and wildly
sucked her lover off.  She was more than happy to bury her face in Obara’s fat
pussy and eat her out again.  She lapped furiously up and down the slimy trench
licking clit and sucking slit.
Cersei went for the love kill sucking Obara’s clit deep into her mouth and long
deep throat sucked on the engorged nubbin while her tongue polished the tip. 
Her fingers slam fucking Obara’s sloshing cunt with hard harpoon strokes her
knuckles pounding the swollen dark brown mons of her lover.  Cersei’s fingers
soaked to the third knuckles creamy cum soaking the webbing between her pumping
fingers.
Ellaria screamed like she was being garroted as Oberyn sucked her off.  Cersei
sucked in Obara’s whole upper pussy deep into her mouth and deep throat love
sucked as her right hand slammed her three fingers in and out the stretched out
cunt.  Cersei’s forearm soaked in drooling cunt slime dripping off.
Obara felt her body suddenly fall off the precipice “Oh!  Yes yes yes
AUUNNGGHHH! AAAWWWOGGGGGG!  MMNNGGHHIIEEE!  Oh!  Oh!"  Obara let forth an
earsplitting roar and shook violently her body convulsing with full body spasms
that tried to rip her flesh off the bone.  Her breast flipped up off her chest
and slapped down hard with her shattering flips and jackknifes.  She pitched
forward and then snapped back her body flipping and surging as a fierce orgasm
rocked her.  "Anngghhhhh! Oowwgghhhaaaaa! Aaarrrggguunnggggg!" she groaned. 
"Oh ... sweet motherfucking seven gods!  Oh ... shit!  Unngghhh!  Oh
Godsdamnit!"  Her body bucked up and down as Cersei finger fucked her exploding
fuck hole.  Obara’s strong body convulsed repeatedly with killing spasms of
ecstasy for at least forty-five seconds before she suddenly went weak and
slumped down.
Obara blearily watched Cersei keep her mouth glued to her cunt hole drinking
down her love juice still weakly dribbling out her pussy.  Cersei vocals loud
and obscene with her snuffles and caws wallowing her face in to get every drop
of sweet cum. Then Cersei softly tongued her reviving pussy, belly and inner
thighs clean of cum. 
In that time Ellaria had gotten up on the wide wooden slat sitting bench and
was up on all fours as her father plowed Ellaria from behind his thick long
cock slamming balls deep in her tight trim.  Her heavy tits whiplashed forward
and back.  Obara smiled seeing Cersei eye Ellaria’s tits whiplashing.  Then
Cersei got up and effortless moved Obara to lie on the bench her head near
Ellaria.
Cersei got up over Obara between her legs and settled down mating their pussies
together and began to hump forward and back riding their cunts into each other
in beautiful trib.  Soon their love juice slicked couchies were sliding and
grinding hard against each other as Cersei ground her cunt down into Obara’s
swollen muff.  Their labia lips stretched and dragged around and clits jacking
over the other’s mate.  They kissed ravenously. 
Obara loved feeling Cersei’s small soft titties flattened and wallowing over
her spread out firm mounds.  Obara’s eyes rolled back in her skull as she
clenched Cersei to her with her arms around Cersei’s back and her feet hooked
over Cersei’s heels anchoring her down for Cersei’s tribbing cunt. Cersei was
working her hips in a tight up and down swirl pounding her drooling muff down
and over Obara’s cunt driving Obara insane with pleasure.  Their mouths found
each other and kissed deeply with battling tongues surging from mouth to
mouth.  Obara reached down with her hands and gripped Cersei’s toned ass cheeks
with clawed fingers and helped her hump and grind their sodden cunts into each
other.
Obara was in heaven feeling Cersei’s body on hers and seeing and hearing her
father fucking Ellaria so good.  For five minutes they tribbed face to face
kissing and hands clutching. Then Cersei first rose up on her elbows gripping
Obara’s tits and wolfed sucked on turgid nipples with deep hard sucks and
swiping tongue.  "Oh gods, baby ... oh gods, baby ... yes!" Obara gasped,
feeling Cersei slurp and tongue her aching nipples in turn while her hands
pulped her tits with hard up pulling squeezes. 
Then Cersei rose up on her palms and used the new angle to roughly jam and ride
her cunt up over Obara’s again and again with forceful swirling thrusts of her
hips.  "Mmmnnnneeee ... oh! Ungghh! Oh shit ... oh! Ungghh! Anngghhh! Oh shit
... oh Cersei oh god!" Obara gasped, her pelvis gyrating up into Cersei’s
powerful thrusts into and over her cunt.  Ellaria had scooted forward with her
father following on his knees all the while slam fucking his consort.
Obara gagged in helpless pleasure from the trib and seeing Cersei and Ellaria
cup the back of each other’s heads and locked lips snooging fiercely tongues
snaking down cawing throats.  Obara was in heaven seeing cheeks and throats
work as long tongues dueled wetly in locked mouths.  Then Cersei broke the kiss
to tilt her head back growling, fucking Obara harder.  Sweat dripped off all
over from Cersei’s body.  Her soft titties whiplashing as she humped their
sodden cunt into each other.
Obara watched Ellaria lower her face to hers.  Now they were kissing deeply
their tongues locked around each other.  Ellaria’s face jammed into hers by her
father’s thrusts up Ellaria’s hot tight pussy.  Then as they broke for air
Cersei’s face was there and now Obara cried out and gagged having two tongues
hotly slithering and dueling in her mouth as three tongues wetly wrestled in
her mouth.
They all broke the kiss as Ellaria’s head started to thrash and her body bucked
wildly as she cummed hard on her father’s cock ripping hard into her belly. 
Ellaria's screams echoing off the walls of the sauna.  Then his father yelled
and his body shook hard as he spurted deep in his lover’s womb.
Cersei was slam fucking her hard her small tits whiplashing on her chest as she
clenched her fingers on the bench and her ass cheeks dimpled slamming her cunt
into Obara’s snatch.  Obara had her thighs loosely gripping Cersei’s hips
squeezing to pull her lover even harder down into her body.  Obara’s body
rocked forward that small fraction form Cersei’s body slamming down into hers. 
Obara swirled her pussy up to meet Cersei’s thrusts.  Obara had gripped
Cersei’s biceps now and held on hard.  Her body on fire.  She cried out feeling
her clit jacked again and again by Cersei’s rigid clit.  They looked deep into
each other’s lust glazed eyes.  Obara’s head rocked up of the bench as she felt
her womb explode.
"Onngghhmmnnggiieee! Onngghhnnggiieeee! Ohhhnngg! Unghh! Cersei ... yes
ungghhh! Aunngghhiieee! Onnggmmmhnniiee!" Obara screamed, twisting and
clenching under Laura's hammering cunt and groin slam fucking her exploding
box.  Cersei hunched down and sucked Obara’s left nipple deep into her mouth 
Obara whimpered, whinnied, then unleashing another cascade of shrieks"
Onngghhnnggiieeee! Aunngghhiieee! Onnggmmmhnniiee!"  Obara was driven nearly
insane with ecstasy.  “I love you Cerseeeiiiiiiii!” Obara choked out before she
could stop herself.
She turned her head frightened too afraid to look at Cersei who slowed and then
stopped her tribbing.  Obara had not meant to declare her love so soon!   “Look
at me Obara” she softly called down to Obara.  Obara whimpered and shook her
head ‘no’.  “I said look at me Obara” Cersei repeated softly in a gentle cooing
tone.  Now crying Obara shook her head ‘no’.  She moaned feeling Cersei press
her body down on hers and moaned at the divine feeling of delicious sweat
soaked skin to skin contact.
Cersei’s hands slide into her hair and easily righted her head even though
Obara tried to keep her head tilted over.  Then Obara whimpered feeling Cersei
kiss all over her face softly and blowing on her face with a whispery breath. 
“Look at me Obara” Cersei again commanded softly.
She did and Obara’s breath caught seeing hot burning throbbing passion in
Cersei Lannister’s eyes. “I love you too you silly sand snake.”  Cersei bent
her head down slowly and kissed Obara deeply her tongue wrapping around Obara’s
tongue and squeezing.  They snooged for a long minute.  "I love you with all my
heart and all my soul Obara.  Never doubt that my love.  Cersei looked over at
Ellaria and Oberyn rutting.  Cersei called out “Oberyn”. 
Obara looked back behind her.  Her father was going down on Ellaria again
eating her out in sloppy seconds.  He lifted his head wet with Ellaria pussy. 
From above her Cersei told her father “From this day forward I am Cersei Sand
... like my brother I renounce my heritage.  I am now a sand snake bonded to
Obara.”
Oberyn looked at Cersei “Are you sure?”
“Yes” was the answer without hesitation.  Obara started crying again.
“So be it” Oberyn answered and mashed his face back into Ellaria’s pussy
slurping away totally enjoying himself.
Cersei continued to press into Obara kissing her.  Obara wrapped her legs and
arms around Cersei and pulled her down into her voluptuous body and they
snooged and kissed deeply in new love.
Cersei then pulled back and quickly sat up and got one foot on the floor
lifting Obara’s right leg and titling it up and back to rest the calf on her
shoulder.  She moved in and locked their pussies tight and mashed her leg down
into the bench behind Obara’s ass.  Cersei began to sweep her aching trim back
and forth over Obara’s pussy in hard back and forth sweeps of her swollen muff.
Obara gagged in spent pleasure feeling their labia lips and clits rubbing and
jacking hard into each other. Cersei’s face was snarling and slashing with
primal pleasure.  Obara felt Cersei’s juices flowing out her pussy and basting
her own quim with hot love juice.  Their slicked folds had their pussies
humping wildly.  Obara felt the tension suddenly form again deep in her belly.
She gripped Cersei’s ass and humped back wildly now her strength returned.
For the next four or five minutes Cersei humped down into Obara’s pussy jamming
and grinding. She would do hard sweeps and then jam down and wallow in tight
circles and have their pussies kiss and clits rub as shocking pleasure filled
their bodies.  Cersei pushed out Obara’s leg forward that had been resting
against her body stretching out Obara’s cunt and rubbed down harder.
Obara saw Cersei’s face slashing horribly and her grunts primal.  Obara’s own
body was racing up to the stars again when both of their cunts exploded against
each other.  Hot cum gushed out rupturing couchies and soaked pussies, asses
and groins in hot slimy milky cum.  Their screams of passion and love echoed
off the walls of the sauna.  Wild convulsions ripped their bodies that bucked
and flipped into each other pulping their camel toe’s into each other.  Their
cum slicked folds let their pussies slip and grind easily into each other.
“OOWWWGGGGGGG! HHNGGGGGGG! AAWWWOOGGGGG!” the golden haired beauty roared as
her body convulsed and flipped wildly.  Cersei’s little soft titties whipped up
and down on her chest.  Cersei’s body jackknifed forward and back violently in
soul crushing ecstasy.  Cersei screamed out “I Looovveeeee youuuu
Obbaarrraaaaa! Unngghhiieeeee! Mmnngghhiieeee! Mmnnggghhiieeee!” the
declaration and wails echoed off the walls. 
Obara exploded with her sweet Cersei in hard orgasm.  “GGOODDDSSDAAAMMNNNN!
HHHUUUNNGGGGGG! HHHNNNGGGGG! … fuck godsdamnnnnnn aaawwooogggggg!
Mmmgghhiieeeeeee! Nnnnhhheeeiiiiiii! ... huunngg huunnnn ohhhh ... I love you
so much Cerseiiiiiiiiiii!” Obara screamed feeling her cunt gush hot cum all
over Cersei’s erupting cunt.  Cersei’s cunt gushing cum that soaked both of
their groins in slimy hot cum.  Their convulsions locked their pussies even
tighter in sync.  Their wombs continued to convulse and pour out hot gushes of
cum.  Their locked twats, clenching ass cheeks and ass cracks were now dripping
in slimy twat slime. 
They collapsed whimpering with Cersei again lying out on Obara and kissing her
deeply.  Cersei pulled back to look at Obara with addled eyes but also pure
love in her eyes that made the Sand Snake whimper in reflected pure love. 
Obara was in heaven feeling her Cersei’s body convulsing still with womb
rending aftershocks that had Cersei mewling and her glazed eyes rolling back
into her skull with each hard seizure of her aftershocks.  Obara looped her
arms and legs around the lithesome body of Cersei Sand and kissed her with
every ounce of her love ramming her tongue down Cersei’s throat with spearing
thrusts over and over. She relished how Cersei’s body was convulsing on top of
her body still.  Cersei’s body wiggled down into her woman’s sweat soaked body
to get more delicious sweat soaked skin to skin contact as Obara continued to
spear her tongue down Cersei’s groaning cawing throat. 
They broke for air.  Cersei looked down at her. 
“Let’s go home Obara.”
Obara’s heart soared.  They got up quickly putting their clothes on half-way
and walked out hand in hand.  They were soon at Obara’s apartment. Cersei
picked up Obara effortlessly opening the door with her hand.  “I am going to
fuck you so good baby!  I love you sooooo much Obara.” Cersei told her locking
their lips for another kiss as she took her mate into their new home kicking
the door closed behind them.
 
Oberyn
The couple sat at the small circular table with the red granite-flecked top. 
Their two chairs were ornately carved in blooming flowers and vines up the
backs.  The breezed blew in through the open windows, over the kitchen
countertop covered with a wax sheet of paper, displaying the cut rinds of
cantaloupe and seeds scooped out of watermelon. 
The collected melons were in a fire-baked clay bowl, painted and glazed with
bands of complex, interlocking rows of geometric shapes in bands.  The fresh
fruit within had been mixed all together.  Fingers reached into the bowl to
pull out cubes that were succulent on the tongue. The fragrance of the fruit
was thick in the room.
Ellaria was sitting on Oberyn’s lap, feeding him chunks of the fruit and
shivering when he licked the fruity juice off her fingers.  She was luxuriating
in afterglow of a great night of sex.  She and Oberyn were nude as their name
days as they ate, and he kissed her neck.
“I was surprised by Cersei declaring herself a sand snake.  She seems to have
totally taken to the warrior way.” Oberyn told his life mate. 
Ellaria chuckled “I know.  I hated the ground the woman walked on, and hated
breathing the air that she had polluted.  Now, I want to fuck her and protect
her.”  She snorted.  “Not like she needs any protecting anymore ... do you
really think she is the one? ... have you told anyone?”
“No.  On one would believe me anyways.  Besides, she is still training.  Myrion
is still waiting for her to pass some test.”
“What is it?”
“He doesn’t know it either.  He only says he will know when the time is come. 
He tells me she already has all the knowledge she needs within her.”
“That sounds scary, Oberyn.”
“Hhhmmm ... no, her loving Obara shows me she now has the temperament; and I
could be wrong.”
Ellaria wiggled into Oberyn.  “I want her, you know.  The kisses I shared with
Cersei and Obara in the sauna has only whet my appetite to have her, and it has
been too long since I have had Obara in our bed.”
Oberyn kissed his mate. “Yes, I know you do.  Leave them be, Ellaria.  If down
the road it happens, it happens.”
“You’re just pissed that Cersei only has eyes for Obara and me!” the woman
chuckled.
Oberyn chuckled himself.  It was probably true. 
After the things Cersei had slowly told him over time about her treatment by
her father and husband, he doubted she would ever crave another man’s touch. 
He was okay with that.  If his daughter and his paramour found happiness with
the harpy, he would be happy as well.
He laughed out loud.
“What is so funny, my love?”
“I just called Cersei a harpy in my mind, but it was more affectionate than
anything else.  I can’t believe how much I have come to like that woman.  She
is still fiery and has that biting tongue, but I like battling wits with that
woman.  You had better be careful with her sweetling ... her mouth is most
dangerous.”
Oberyn smiled, seeing a dreamy look on Ellerai’s face “I know.”  What a spell
these women of Lannister and Baratheon had over the women of his House.
Ellaria began nibbling on his neck.  He sighed.  He would be late going to his
office this morning.
Later, he sat at his desk.  He was rolling two gold dragons between his
fingers.  He rolled the coins over each second knuckle, catching the coin as it
rolled over his little finger and gripping the edge of the coin and sliding it
underneath his fingers with his thumb, and up the outside of his index, then
pushing the coin onto the top of the finger and start it rolling over between
his knuckles again.  His fingers and thumb constantly worked the coins.
Oberyn thought again of the new woman in his life.  Cersei, like Myrcella, had
joined into his family and the House Martell was only stronger for it.  He
could still remember how he had wanted to hurt Cersei when she was disposed in
King’s Landing.  Given the excuse, he knew he would have gladly raped her to
break her spirit.
He shivered at the thought.  Putting a name to the face to a rape and now
actually caring for the woman totally changed his perspective on using rape as
a weapon in war.  He would never again allow troops under his command to
partake in such a vile heinous crime.  He had seen the light on that matter.
He wondered if Cersei was the fulfillment of the prophecy.  She was not from
Dorne, and not a man but Daenerys seemed to have opened up new doors.  What
most people did not know was that there was more to the prophecy.  What
everyone remembered was the sand witch prophecy about the great sword of house
Dayne.
Most had long forgotten the prophecy of the grey wolf that walked the high
plain deserts of Dorne.  How the wolf would come prowling down from the
heights.  The wolf would rend the throats of its enemies with its teeth.
Oberyn wondered.  He remembered a beautiful wolf from long ago.  A body never
found.
 
Tyrion
Tyrion was walking back and forth in his apartment of the Hand.  He stormed
from one wall to the other wall muttering and looking about vilely.  His foot
kicked at unseen dust bunnies.  He knew he was being watched and mocked and
didn’t give a flip!
“Give it up, Imp.” Bronn barked at the dwarf.  “You can start paying, starting
with me.”
Tyrion made a small detour in his march of anger and kicked out at the
bodyguard.  Bronn easily hoped back out of range of the dwarf's diminutive leg
that shot out at him.  “Ha!  Missed you sawed off runt!  I have seen weasels
with greater reach!”
“And me, Tyrion ... never bet against a woman!” Shae crowed at the agitated
Lannister.  Tyrion turned his head slightly to glance at the beautiful whore. 
He did not like the shit eating grin on her face one bit!  “You stupid idiot …
letting me triple the bet yesterday!  I’m fucking rich, Bronn!”  Shae smiled
sweetly down at the dwarf who glared up at her. 
Tyrion stopped and put his fists on his hips.  “You know I could fire you both
and kick you, destitute, to the curb … I could put out word and you would never
be hired again, Bronn.  You ever think about that, hhmmmmm?”
Bronn laughed so hard he nearly fell over.  “And what about you, dwarf?!  Who
else will put up with your vile temper and having to take such small steps …
plus, you won’t be able to ogle Shae’s delectable breasts.”
Tyrion’s head could not stop itself from turning to look at the whore.  She was
smiling evilly.  She bent forward slightly so her delectable, small, high, firm
breasts swished against the sheer fabric of her tight blouse. The friction of
the fabric and being watched had her nipples rock hard, and poking out at
Tyrion.
Tyrion cursed his cock for betraying him yet again as it stiffened.
He snarled at his weakness.  He puffed out his chest and stood regally.  He
glared with royal ire.
“My gods Shae look at him puff out that birdcage!”  Bronn pointed at Tyrion’s
chest.  “I have seen canary’s with bigger chests!”
Shae looked at Tyrion critically with an appraising look.  “Believe me Bronn …
that chest has no muscle on it” she pointed at Tyrion’s puffed out chest.  A
chest that promptly deflated.
“Fine, fine!” He stormed walking over to his chair in front of the fireplace
and the raging fire and stepping up the step and plopped down on the chair.  He
sulked and fumed like the big baby he was. 
He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
It was no fair!  All his sister had to do was last two more days and he would
have won the pool!  The fucking bitch had been frigid practically since Jaime
left.  Sure, she had some one night stands, but they seemed to leave her even
more cold and jaded.  Her few trysts with women were loveless, and she had
refused go down on them.
He had to admit from Varys’ reports, she sure knew how to use her fingers. 
That was beside the point!
His sister had cost him a fucking fortune!  He had taken side bets, saying
Obara would be the aggressor, that Cersei would never go down on Obara (Varys
sparrows reported his sweet sister had pressed her face so hard and deep into
Obara’s cunt they thought his sister was mining for diamonds in some deep
mountain cave), he had doubled down that Cersei would never say I love you the
first time they had sex.  She could have least let him win that one bet!
Tyrion’s legs lifted up and slammed down on the chair cushion again and again
fast and furious as he threw yet another temper tantrum.  His body bounced on
the cushions from his folded jerking arms.
Bronn spoke up “Look at him go Shae!  He looks like some grotesque jack-in-the-
box.  Don’t you dwarf?!”
Tyrion lifted his right hand over the back of the chair giving them the bird.
Now Shae spoke up “Be happy for your sister Tyrion.  It is the brotherly thing
to do.  Think of all the pussy she is getting … and not you!”
Tyrion lifted his other hand up now and flipped them off with both hands.  His
hands jerking up and down over the chair back with the motion of his kicking
legs.  He finally ran out of strength and stopped kicking his legs.
A thought crossed Tyrion’s mind.  If his sister had turned lesbo and she was
getting plenty of pussy … then maybe she would not be so quick to gut and kill
him.  Her strength and speed had reached almost supernatural dimensions.  So
had her appetites.  She was fucking Obara all over the Dorne military academy. 
The woman was a fucking prude for god’s sake not some exhibitionist! 
His scrotum started to shrink again remembering all of threats from his sister
towards his person.  He could see so clearly in his mind the savage hate on her
face.  Tyrion looked over his shoulder around the chair at his body guard. 
They were beside the table of the Hand.  Bronn was nibbling Shae’s neck and
trying to squeeze the whore’s breast.  As Tyrion watched a sharp elbow from
Shae hit Bronn in his false rib making him howl and fall to the ground
clutching his ribs writhing in pain.
He was paying good wages for this?!  Tyrion groused to himself.  Bronn sucked
as a bodyguard, and, not in a good way!
Tyrion turned to look back into the roaring flames.  I’m doomed he thought.  He
stared into the flames for a few minutes counting all gold dragons he had lost
because of his sister.  Damn her!
He heard cards being shuffled. 
“Tyrion—get your sulking ass over here and let’s play some poker, dwarf.  You
can lose still more money this day!”
Bronn and Shae were horrible poker players Tyrion snorted to himself.  Then he
smiled.  Of course they were.  They all knew it.  Bronn was an ass, but a sweet
one. 
When he wanted to be.
***** Night of the Naughty Warg *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: I wrote this back in 08/15. It is like Mirror Mirror in that I
     could not really graft it onto a main story chapter and have it fit
     in well, thus, the stand alone.
     AN #2: Lots of masturbation.
     AN #3: The rest of the story is almost exclusively the march North
     and eventual confrontation with the Ice King. There will be one more
     Pride of Dorne chapter near the end. Also, two books of Preludes. A
     lot of the second book will be Arya's adventures in Braavos and maybe
     other Free Cities. Westeros will have its half as well. The Preludes
     set up characters that will be in the second book.
                                  Chapter 37
                           Night of the Naughty Warg
                           Dany / Arya / Dany / Arya
                                        
Dany
Dany was in her suite sitting on her bench seat in front of her large dresser
mirror.  She was looking in the mirror as she rubbed in body lotion from Lyse. 
The liquid made her skin glow and as the reddish tinted liquid soaked into her
pours her skin heated up and she felt a slight throbbing in her pussy as the
aphrodisiac started to flow in her blood.
It was not strong.  This was not a concoction that was meant to seduce but to
enhance.  Her libido was working just fine as her long slender pale fingers
rubbed up and down her arms.  She had on her new sheer silk night gown that
barely went down over her ass cheeks.  As she sat on her bench the short gown
left her pussy exposed to the cool air on her heated couchie.  Her shaved pussy
quivered in anticipation.  A wicked smile crossed her beautiful face.
Her semi-erect nipples poking out the sheer material tenting the silk felt so
good on her mildly throbbing nipples.  They knew what this night would entail.
Dany hummed as she finished with her arms and now ran her hands up and down her
upper legs and then lower as she looked into the mirror.  Her eyes lidded with
simmering lust.
Tonight she was going to take her relationship to a new level with Arya.  Well,
on a more personal level the Queen smirked to herself.  She had yet to figure
out the puzzle that was Arya.  She was frustrated as hell with the girl.  The
Queen was fighting her rising lust and passion for the girl.  Her body
sometimes shook with love for the girl.
She knew she had to take it slow with the girl.  She was so innocent and pure. 
Daenerys wanted her something fierce but knew that with Arya Stark she had
something precious in her cupped hands.  She needed to go slow.  The Queen knew
that with Arya she had a chance at real love.  A love that could stand a life
time of commitment.  To have that possibility the Queen was willing to move
slow and make sure that she had the girl fall well and truly in love with her.
Daenerys knew she was falling in love with the girl.  She knew what society
expected of her.  To find a man to make her king and produce male heirs to
continue her kingdom.  Those thoughts made her angry.  Very angry.  She had not
conquered half the known world to have to live a lie.  She did not and would
not ruin her kingdom like Robert Baratheon had for the supposed love of Lyanna
Stark. 
The woman had not loved Robert and ran away with the man she did love, Rheagar
Targaryen.  The result had been a war that brought ruin to many houses and left
fields of dead.  That was something that she would never do her homeland.  She
would just have to figure out how to proceed.  If she could get Eddard Stark to
give his daughter’s hand to her in marriage then that would put a quell on the
agitators. 
If the two greatest leaders were united then she could have her Queen.  They
could not be stood against with two such mighty warriors and leaders.  Daenerys
smiled to herself.  With her sword masters and Eddard Stark in her camp she
would have literally all the greatest swords on two continents.  When you added
Brienne, Arya and herself to the mix no one with half a brain would dare
challenge her marriage.  Still that was putting the cart before the horse.  She
had a war to win and then she could ask Eddard for his daughter’s hand in
marriage.  He seemed to love his children to a fault.  Hopefully, the man was
not a phob.  Hopefully, the man could handle the idea of the same sex finding
love with their own sex.
She knew it would be a shock to the man but hopefully he could handle it
without losing his mind.
Daenerys was still trying to control her emotions.  She knew that if she fell
hopelessly in love with the girl and was rejected that a part of her would
die.  The Queen looked at herself in the mirror.  She smirked again.  She was
contemplating the true love that bards penned long ballads about.  Tonight was
about something else.  Something more primal.  This was about taking pleasure. 
The Queen loved to masturbate.  A lot.  Tonight she was going to take that in a
new direction and it would be so delicious.
It was naughty.  She liked it.
Her hands trembling slightly when she rubbed the liniment into the tight
muscles of her belly.  Daenerys gagged feeling those delicious spasms deep in
her core.  Her pussy was getting wet and her womb quivered deep in her belly. 
She was falling in love.  She was still trying to half way fight it.  She knew
what her duties were to the realm.  She was afraid that Arya would one day
realize that she wanted to settle down with some odious knight or Lord.  That
galled her!
She was still halfway fighting her feelings of deep abiding love but she was
not fighting her lust.  She thought of a saying she heard in Lys.  “Lust to
Love.”  If she got Arya into her bed she would rock the girl’s world.  Sex
could led to true love if both women were primed.  Gods knew that Daenerys felt
she was.  She freely admitted that to herself now.
Finally, seeing Arya’s wonderful hot body had the Queen’s body pumped and
quivering with raw aching need.  Those moments of seeing the girl’s nude body
was rocking Daenerys.  She would masturbate while her Princess was near bathing
and luxuriating in the royal bath.  Daenerys imagined the hot lovemaking that
she and Arya would partake of.  Those thoughts led to the fantasy of Arya being
the woman she wanted her to be.  She wanted Arya to be her consort and queen. 
If only she could she could have the girl!  Her needs and the needs of her
Kingdom collided and were opposed to each other.  Daenerys was still coming to
terms with that.  She wanted more each day to have Arya on her elbow openly as
her Queen.  She was brilliant and crafty.  Surely she could make it come to
pass.
Her arms and legs now massaged with the sensual lotion Dany spread her legs. 
The short gown had worked up over her groin to expose her freshly shaved
vulva.  The skin all baby smooth and sensitive.  She loved the smoothness of
her shaved pussy.  It made each touch and rub that much more powerful without
anything in the way.  She loved being able to see her pussy all swollen and
wet.
She had loved the fact that Chataya and Alayaya had a policy that all their
whores stay shaved.  Their pussies and assholes baby smooth.  It drove the
Queen wild.  Arya she saw with her briefest of glimpses kept her hair closely
cropped but she would try and persuade her princess to go bald as well.  She
drooled thinking of helping her love to shave her puss and her sweet asshole. 
The Queen had started to shave her pussy in her time with the Khalasar.  She
had loved the feel of it.  Doreah was a big proponent of it.  She had told the
young girl it made everything more intense.  At first Dany had not kept her
mons shaved all the time.  She would let her hair grow but keep it closely
cropped.  Then when the mood struck her she would go baby smooth again.  But as
time went by and she had more time and the camp accruements she shaved more
often till she now shaved her pussy smooth as soon as she felt any stubble. 
She shaved every other night if she could.  If she shaved every night her pussy
would sometimes get red and little bumps rise up.  But tonight she shaved again
and her pussy was baby smooth.  Her break in routine had not  irritated her
mons.  She just liked how it felt.  Her shaved pussy rubbing her silk short
clothes always sensual.  Tonight she had shaved her pussy with extra attention
to detail to make sure she was absolutely baby smooth.  She wanted to be
totally bald for what she had in mind for tonight.  She wanted herself fully
exposed. 
She poured a small portion of the lotion into the palm of her hand and rubbed
the potion into her pussy soothing it with a slow sensual swirl of her hands. 
Her hands slowly stroked up and down her slit and rubbed over her clit.
“Ummnngggggg … ohhhh ohhh uummngggg!” the Queen softly moaned as she felt her
labia lips swelling and her wetness increasing.  She backed off her hedonistic
pursuits.  She shivered thinking of what tonight should bring.
She had more than one reason for shaving her pussy this night.
Unwarranted her hands drifted back down her quivering body.   She moaned.  Her
body had other thoughts on what her hands should be doing.  Dany knew she was
such a wicked girl.
Dany rubbed her cunt up and down her body shivering at the delicious slick
friction.  Her wetness allowed her fingers to easily slide up and down her
slit.  Her fingers rubbing up and down her pink slit and playing with her
swelling inner lips.  Lips her fingers rolled and pressed into stretching them
out.  Her slicked lips slowly teased open showing her wet drooling slit and red
clutching love hole.  The sensations sweet and intoxicating.  Up and down she
rubbed herself.  Her eyes now heavily lidded with lust.  Dany then took the
sides of her slick hands and ran them up and down her groin between her thighs
and mound pressing into her vulva making it mash in blooming out her inner
labia lips and putting pressure on her swelling clit.
The change in method had her gagging in soul searing pleasure.  Her belly
tightening and spasming sweetly.  Hard pulses hitting her clit making her mewl
in excitement.  She longed to plunge her fingers deep into her drooling fuck
hole and work her clit.
STOP! … stop she ordered herself.  With an effort of will she jerked her hands
up and away from her swollen puss.  Not yet … I have a plan … She willed her
body to relax and resumed contemplating the source of her current dilemma.  She
felt her excitement lessen and her nipples and pussy went from pounding to a
dull peal of repressed need.  She had something else to contemplate.  How to
grapple with the enigma that was Arya Stark.
She would not force herself on the Stark girl.  It was just she was just so
fucking frustrating!  She would think she was receiving signals of interest and
to proceed with seducing and taking what she had come to think of as hers. 
Then the next moment that stiff necked Stark reserve had Daenerys confounded
and doubting all her assumptions.
She had come up with the mirror idea to see her wanted lover naked and had been
shocked by the power of her lust that hammered through her body.  Just the idea
of seeing the teenager naked had Dany shaking with lust.  To finally see the
sixteen year olds body had the Queen near drooling.  She needed to see Arya’s
sweet pussy and those plum nipples that had tempted her for months now.  Those
sweet succulent bulbs that would swell up in Arya’s excitement of sword
fighting or when her skin dried in the breezes of the courtyard.  Dany
sometimes felt her eyeballs would pop out of her head she stared so hard at
those beautiful plum nipples.  She had to fight herself and not leer at the
girl.  Dany did not want to scare Arya off.
Dany had been shocked at first the affect the girl had on her.  Then when she
thought more on it why shouldn’t she feel that affect.  The girl was definitely
putting Dany under her spell.  It was amazing how without incantation or runes
the girl was putting Dany under her spell.  Dany was finding that innocence
itself was a spell; a sweet aphrodisiac.  Dany loved everything about the girl
and Dany’s body only lusted after the girl more as time moved by. 
The girl had as usual gone to great pains to make sure (she thought) Dany was
not observing her body.  The girl should be shamelessly displaying her body to
Dany the Targaryen peevishly thought to herself.  She flexed her body drawing
her hips up and slamming her ass back down on the bench in frustration. 
Daenerys had a wild impetuous side that she worked to control.  She hated to
lose!
Dany took a deep breath.  The Queen and Arya were doing a dance of dragon and
wolf.  Unfortunately, the steps were awkward and mistimed.  She longed to dance
with Arya.  A dance of wolves.  Tonight she was going to take her Dance with
Wolves higher with a new dance step.  This one not awkward.  A new minuet with
a more sensual rhythm.
Dany picked up her brush and started to brush out her long platinum tresses so
that they were silky and radiant.  She wanted her body to be perfect tonight. 
She smiled wickedly licking her sensual lips with the tip of her tongue.  She
thought of putting in some of her Dothraki bells but decided against it.  She
wanted her body completely shorn of any adornments. 
Plus, she did not want Arya to sense that what Dany had planned had been mapped
out for a week now.  Dany shivered again thinking of what was to occur soon.
Her masturbation to relieve her lust with the bathing Arya each day had in time
given her a new idea.  Lately, Arya’s Direwolf had started to visit her
quarters.  She had seen the mighty wolf gambling down the hall before her
quarters.  Her Bloodriders and Unsullied had become almost blasé around the
great beast.  They would scratch her ears and nose when she stopped to woof at
them before moving down the halls.
Ten days ago she had been out at a late meeting and found Arya’s wolf cantering
by her doorway.  She loved the wolf and invited the wolf into her domicile. 
The Direwolf had woofed excitedly and pressed her nose into the Queen’s door. 
Dany had laughed.  Invitation accepted.  She had a plate of rolled ham and
roast beef in her room.  Nymeria instantly spied the treats and whined wagging
her tail.  Daenerys smiling happily feed the beast the plate.  The wolf ate the
treats in greedy gulps.  Then the wolf flopped on her back and wiggled looking
at the Queen.  The meaning clear.
Scratch me.  The Queen had laughed getting on the floor to do the wolf’s
bidding.  She did not mind in the least.  She had kept the wolf in her quarters
for several hours.  She had more cut broiled meats brought in that the wolf
wolfed down.  Dany snickered at her own pun.  Only with a fat belly and lots of
scratches did the Queen release the wolf to go back to her master.
She knew that Arya was warged in Nymeria when the direwolf visited her room
almost nightly now.  At first she had not sensed the girl in the wolf.  Then
the fourth night while she scratched the wolf’s ears Arya was there.
She had known of the traditional North mythology of the Warg.  At first she
thought it was myth but she had seen enough since arriving in Westeros that
when Arya displayed this ability she was not been nonplussed.  Arya only warged
into her Direwolf when she wanted to see what Nymeria was doing or to take on
her wolf’s senses to fully scope out an area to make sure it was safe with the
Queen.  Arya would go stiff and her eyes glazed while in her wolf.
Arya explained to her Queen that one had to be careful warging into your
familiar.  The histories were filled with sad stories of people losing
themselves inside the animals they warged into.  Arya did not want to make that
mistake.  Arya made it sound like it was a rare thing to loose oneself inside
your familiar.  Arya was making sure to not be a sad tale.  Arya made it seem
she rarely warged into Nymeria.
She now knew that was not so.  Dany with her connection to her dragons had
developed a fine sense of the animals around her.  She got to “know” the
animals.  She had with her dragons.  Then she had with Missandei’s Shadowclaw
and now she had with Nymeria.  She was not sure how but some subtle difference
in the wolf alerted the Queen that Arya was inside of her wolf.  The girl
hidden beneath the fur and sinew.  The Stark teenager hidden as she watched,
listened, smelled and felt what her wolf sensed. 
So the Queen knew of Arya’s little secret.  A secret that the girl did know she
knew.  That made for such delicious possibilities.  So now Dany smiled harder
as she scratched the wolf harder.  Nymeria worming her head into the fingers of
the Queen woofing softly.  The Queen formed a plan to use the Stark girl’s
surreptitious spying to her advantage. 
Dany came back to the present.  She smirked at the reflection looking back at
her with mischievous eyes.  They both had their secrets.  It was so good though
when one knew the other’s secrets and not vice versa.  She was going to have a
grand time tonight.  Dany shivered feeling her baby smooth puss clench which
made her belly knot up.  The pleasure intense had her gagging in need.  Dany
relaxed with a force of will.  Soon!
Dany was going to make a positive out of what was nearly a negative.  Her
orgasms thinking of having Arya when she bathed in the next room had been
explosive.  It felt like her womb was ripping itself inside out deep in her
belly as she orgasmed thinking of her sweet wolf in the bath.  Most times she
imagined her walking into the royal bathing suite and stepping into the tub and
sinking into the water to join her longed for lover.  In her mind’s eye they
would be making mad passionate love. 
Dany had perfected the half strangled screams as she plunged her fingers into
her slurpy cunt finger banging her twat to gut wrenching orgasms each day as
Arya bathed.  She had more flowers in her room and a big peacock fan she used
to air out her room after her masturbation sessions.  It was so wicked with
Arya in the tub washing away innocently as her Queen jilled off in the next
room thinking of taking her wolf and making her howl.
With what she had in mind tonight she did not have to worry about violating
Arya’s sanctity.  The girl would be free to do as she choose.  She would not
have to fear of violating the girl’s integrity or body.  The idea had cummed to
her three nights ago she chuckled with the pun in her mind.  If Arya stayed
warged into Nymeria then that was her choice.  She dearly hoped the girl would
not leave her wolf with what she had in mind.
Arya was about to get a night she would never forget and Dany would be able to
get closer to the object of her dreams and passion.
Dany’s body ached for the young Stark princess. 
Dany had rubbed the lotion into her body and she felt elated.  Her body was so
ready to proceed.
She heard the door being scratched and smiled.   It was time to put her plan in
motion. 
Dany walked to the door and opened it.  Her Bloodrider smirked at her attire. 
She had told him her plan and he had laughed.  “You are most devious Khaleesi”
Aggo said approvingly.  The Unsullied of course were unmoved.  The direwolf
loped into the room sniffing as she usually did and walked the circuit it
always did making sure the Queen was safe.  Dany smiled at the wolf being so
possessive of her safety.  The wolf poked its nose into all the corners and
searched the alcoves and closets.  Dany felt so safe knowing that Arya’s wolf
was so protective of her.
Finished with her protective duty the Direwolf eyed the large table in the
corner that had a large plate heaped up with cuts of freshly cooked meats. 
Dany put the plate on the floor not wanting to get her fingers soaked in the
grease and blood of the meal for Nymeria.  Those fingers had another task
tonight.  The wolf woofed happily and quickly consumed the mound of cut meat. 
Finished the Direwolf licked her chops and then rolled over onto her back and
turned her head to look expectantly at the Queen.
Dany laughed getting on her knees beside the wolf and gave her the expected
belly and throat rub.  Dany didn’t mind in the least and proceeded to give
Nymeria the thorough scratching and belly rubs she demanded.  The wolf squirmed
in pleasure and chuffed its pleasure.  Her long tongue lulling out and her tail
thrashing on the floor.
This had been the routine that they quickly established.  Dany would feed the
wolf.  Then she then pet and scratch the pleasure hound.  Then Dany would do
some work or read while Nymeria laid down beside her and let the Queen rub and
scratch her.  For an hour the wolf would laze about before she would get up to
put her nose in the door.  The Queen would let the wolf out and Nymeria would
give the Queen one good body rub marking the Queen as hers and then leave.
Dany could feel Arya moving in and out her wolf.  The girl spying on the
Queen.  She probably enjoyed the sensations of being fed a meal she truly
enjoyed through the wolf’s senses.  Arya had told the Queen that she
experienced all the senses her wolf did.  Thus, Arya was probably luxuriating
in the affection that Dany gave the wolf.
Innocent pleasure.  Tonight that would change.  So Dany went through her now
normal nightly routine with the wolf.  She fed and petted the wolf making her
squirm and legs run in the air. 
She could feel Arya in the wolf.  She loved the fact that Arya was looking at
her in her sheer negligee.  She knew her charms were on full display to the
woman she was falling in love with.  No.  Be honest.  Had fallen in love with. 
The woman she desperately wanted to share her life, love and bed.  The woman
she feared she might never have.  If only the girl would give her a clear sign!
Dany smirked again.  She was about to post a big sign herself. 
Dany went to sit on the edge of her high royal bed.  The wolf came to sit in
front of her.  Its large head turning to look at her with intelligent eyes. 
 Yes, Dany thought, perfect.  The massive beast so large its head was right in
front of her.  The wolf’s eyes right in front of her nude body.  The wolf
looked up and down her body.  Dany shivered hard.  That had to be Arya’s
doing!  Arya thought she was hot!  Arya may not desire her as a lover but she
would definitely see Dany in a new light after tonight.
Dany wiggled on the bed.  She sensed Arya most definitely in her Direwolf. The
great beast was on her haunches staring at her with those golden intelligent
eyes.  Eyes that were backlight with steel grey eyes of her master Arya Stark. 
Dany smirked yet again.  This was going to be so naughty and so delicious.  Her
tummy clenched in anticipation.
 
The Queen adjusted herself on bed.  She moved her rump forward to sit on the
edge of her large king size bed with canopy.  Dany put her ass comfortably on
the edge of the bed.  This had her wet camel toe out jutting in front of the
wolf’s eyes.  She made sure to sit with her legs parted to fully expose her wet
pussy to the wolf’s eyes and by proxy Arya’s eyes.  Her ultra-short slip riding
up fully exposing her exposed wet cunt.  Dany always loved being nasty when it
came to sex.  She loved exposing her pussy to Arya.  The essence of her
womanhood.  She leaned in and started to scratch the wolf’s ears and run her
hands up the ears as the wolf’s eyes closed and woofed softly in pleasure.
She knew the beast’s pleasure at her tactile scratching of the wolf’s ears and
head was being transmitted to Arya.  While not sexual it had to be
pleasurable.  A mere prelude to what she had in mind.
She scratched the beast’s head and then the beast rolled onto the floor on its
back.  Dany understood that the wolf wanted its belly scratched yet again, but,
she also understood the wolf trusted her completely.  Nymeria had total trust
in Dany letting her rub her exposed belly and sides.  This made a warm feeling
spread inside Daenerys.  Arya’s wolf accepted her.  Hopefully, one day Arya
would accept her as more than just Queen to High princess.  Hopefully, Arya
would accept her as her lover.
The Queen would let Arya see just how wild and wanton she could be.
Dany got back down on the floor to rub and scratch hard the belly of Nymeria. 
The wolf wiggled and grunted in hedonistic pleasure.  She knew Arya was getting
pleasure from this as well. The warg experienced all that its familiar felt. 
She knew that Arya had seen her pink pussy all open and inviting before her. 
Up close and waiting for her.
Dany wanted to get to masturbating but Nymeria had needs that she was happy to
fulfill.
Dany laughed as the wolf got up and barked chasing its tail and then flopping
down for another round of belly scratching.  She spent fifteen minutes giving
the pleasure that scratching gave the wolf.  The wolf craved her fervid
scratching.  The wolf was a definite pleasure hound.  Dany loved her dragons
dearly but there was just something sweet about playing with the silly wolf of
Arya. 
Again, the Queen marveled at how well her dragons and the Direwolves of
Winterfell got along.
Finished the wolf sat up and looked at her expectantly.  Dany had an extra
treat for the wolf tonight.  Dany smiled walking over to the covered dish on
the night stand beside the head of the bed on the right.  Nymeria looked at her
drooling as she made a show of looking at the dish and making a show of slowly
reaching for the cover.  Nymeria woofed in a nervous bark of expectation.  Dany
uncovered the dish.  Nymeria’s tail started to swish excitedly.
Dany wanted Arya’s wolf in a very happy state for the festivities that were
about to commence.  Good feelings all around to set the environment.  Dany took
the time to put on a riding glove on her right hand.  She wanted her hands
clean.  She started to throw tender chunks of roasted lamb to the wolf. 
Nymeria snatching the chunks out of the air and snapping her jaws as she wolfed
down the tasty chunks.  Dany cleaned off the large plate of treats laughing as
she always did at the wolf’s zeal in snatching the night’s treats out off the
air.
Dany removed her glove and then put her hands in a bowl of scented water to
wash them.  She then toweled her hands dry.  She was ready. 
The routine that had been established, that she would now open the door and let
the wolf bound out the room and back to her waiting master.  She was sure that
was what Arya expected as she lay hidden in her wolf.  Dany smirked.  As long
as Arya stayed warged into Nymeria her body would be inert.  It was perfect. 
She would rock Arya’s world.
Tonight it was time to start a new routine.  To build a new pattern.
Dany stood up in front of her bed stretching her back and arching it hard
groaning at the pleasure of stretching and popping her vertebra.  She also knew
this threw her medium sized but high setting firm breast out.  Her firm titties
on full display as they were outlined clearly in the thin sheer material.  Her
now fully erect nipples poking out the silk clearly on display.  Nymeria was
staring at her intently.
Just like the Queen had planned.  Now the Queen not looking at the wolf
innocently reached down to the short hem of her slip and pulled it slowly up
her body.  She moved slowly and slightly pivoted her body to fully show off her
womanly charms.  Only then did Dany pull it off her head.  Her long hair
trapped in the neck and slowly cascading down in ribbons to fall down onto her
back with a few locks over her front and her firm swollen breast with now hard
aching nipples.  She again gripped her hands together above her head and
stretched making hedonistic sounds of pleasure feeling her back stretch most
pleasingly.
The Valyrian could sense her Arya in the wolf and she could feel her
excitement.  Her plan was working to perfection.  Dany’s cunt swollen and wet. 
Dany was ready to blow the young Stark’s mind. 
Still not making hot direct eye contact so as to scare away the young Stark. 
She hid her simmering lust for a few moments more.  Dany sat on the edge of the
bed and scooted back slowly until her back was against the broad and high
backboard.  Dany now kept eye contact with the wolf. She wanted Arya’s full
attention now.  Dany rested her head back against the headboard.  The dark hard
mahogany pressed along her spine.  Dany closed her eyes and slowly spread her
toned and limber legs out wide.
Her wet cunt now wide open to the teenager’s gaze.  Dany looked down at her
swollen pussy all dark pink with blood rush.  Her cunt ached so bad and her
womb throbbed deep in her belly.  She could feel her pussy leaking juice out
and running down her perineum.  She felt her slimy pussy juice weep down over
her clutching anus and then down her ass crack.  She loved feeling her wet love
juices basting her groin and ass.  It made her feel so slutty and beautiful. 
She was hot and knew it.  She had seen so many look at her with lust glazed
eyes seeing her body on full display.  She wanted so bad to see that same look
in Arya’s eyes.
Dany had closed her eyes shivering in her simmering lust.  Dany slowly opened
her violet orbs to stare directly into the wolf’s orbs. A surrogate for her
hoped for lover’s steel grey eyes.  The wolf stared at her intently with its
head tilted over.  The wolf was naturally curious but the intense focus told
the Queen that Arya was indeed inside her wolf.  She could feel Arya.
Dany brought her hands up and slowly, lightly, began to sensually to rub them
over face.  She ran her hand slowly up and down her facial features
hedonistically stroking her own body.  Like her sweet lost Doreah had taught
her so long ago when she was given to Dany to teach her the arts of
lovemaking.  One had to love and worship ones own body before you could worship
another lover’s body.  Dany luxuriated feeling the ghost caresses of her
fingertips over her face and throat. 
Dany extended her wet tongue to lick her fingers gliding over her bee stung
lips.  Gods Dany loved the feel of wet female tongues on her body.
Her touch ingnited the longing that always near the surface in the Valyrian’s
body now.  Desires for the Sapphic touch.  She longed for the female touch and
now the touch of one particular woman.  She craved lovemaking that made
repressed desires for the female form ignite and burn deep in belly and not the
touch of men.  She had accepted Drogo’s touch because she must but never truly
craved.  Others she had fucked only for political expediency. 
Dany ran the fingers through her long silky tresses moaning at the touch.  The
touch of fingertips on her scalp made her breath hitch and the feel of her long
tresses slowly slipping though her fingers had her pulse quivering and
accelerating.  Her fingertips giving her body sweet promises of pleasure to
come.  Dany loved touching herself and hoped the Stark loved touching herself. 
Dany wanted her woman in touch with her own body.  If her dreams ever bore
fruition she planned on watching the Stark girl fucking herself to self-
pleasured orgasms.  She would want to watch this over and over.  Dany never
tired of watching a woman jill herself off and cum screaming in orgasm.  A
woman who masturbated freely without guilt always cummed hard.  What woman did
not know her own sweet spots and how to stroke them? 
Dany wanted and ached to share this with the Arya.  A woman should never feel
ashamed of touching and loving her own body.  She longed to masturbate over and
over for Arya.  She would fuck herself freely and as many times as Arya would
want to witness her lover explode as her wife worked her own cunt and asshole
to shrieking orgasms.  Dany wanted to watch her wolf savor each hard
masturbatory orgasm Dany stroked out her exploding twat as she screamed Arya’s
name.
She had been fucking the whores that Tyrion supplied to her.  These women were
fully in touch with their own bodies.  Dany had watched vividly as these women
stroked their own bodies with expert skills.  Dany always felt her belly on
fire watching other women masturbate.  She would start with the idea to only
watch many times but often she had opened herself up to her whore’s eyes.  Her
need to masturbate with the whores too great to ignore.  She would let her
fingers and toys join in as she pleasured herself as the whores jilled off to
screaming cunt ripping orgasms.  Her wails soon joining her bedmates.  Gods she
loved to masturbate.  A lot!  The Queen would never tire of plucking her own
body to orgasm and watching other women do so. 
She realized Arya might need some coaxing on that front.  She was a shy girl
and would probably deny she even jilled off.  But when they became lovers (she
dearly hoped) she would coax her sweet wolf to masturbate openly, freely and
often for her dragon as she would for her wolf.
Dany’s head tilted back as she moaned lightly rubbing her throat and then upper
chest with one hand while her other continued stroking her face and running
over her full bottom lip stretching it and her tongue came out to lightly trace
her fingers.  She loved stroking herself sensually her fingers till running
through her hair and over her face with the merest ghost tracings.  The slight
touch hitting her like a mallet hitting an anvil.  Her pussy throbbing and her
nipples jangling with pulses now of aching pleasure.
“Uunngggggg” whimpered when first one hand and then other found her aching
breast. She first cupped and then massaged her grapefruit sized breast rolling
her breast in her fingers milking them filling them with sweet sensual fire. 
Her mouth fell open as she started to pant and perspiration started to film her
forehead and upper lip.  Again and again she rotated her hands over her
grapefruit sized breast.  Her calloused palm rasping her nipples gagging the
Queen with raw pleasure.  Her breast filled with sensual pleasure that started
to arch to her clit making her mewl in pleasure.
“Ummnnggg … oh ohhhh oh yeesss hhnnnggg hhnnnn hhnnnn huunnggg!” the Queen
cawed her body now beginning to burn with rising pleasure.
Her clit was pulsing in time to the hands pleasuring her breasts.
Dany’s hands cupped her beast and ground her calloused palms into her stiff
nipples.  Where before she had lightly glided over her nipples the Valyrian now
ground her palms into her tits.  Her fingers coming down now to squeeze and
pulp her tits hard like she loved it.   She hard rasped her sensitive nubbins. 
She clenched her fingers rhythmically into her breast the digits sinking deep
into her tits and mauled them like she liked.  She gripped her tits with her
fingers and the webbing near her thumbs and pulped squeezed. The pressure and
force had her gagging in raw wanton pleasure.
The friction sent lightning bolts to her now hard nubbin jutting out its hood. 
The nubbin was shiny and wet with her lubrication.  Her hands mashed in roughly
rolling her tits and then they were cupped again before she massaged and pulled
on her small engorged teats.  She pulled on them squeezing as intense bolts
shot straight to her clit.  Her head lulled over and her face slashed with
pleasure.  Her breathing getting a little ragged as her body filmed with
perspiration.  Perspiration that was now starting to bead in her warm room. 
She was on fire.  Her love of masturbation and knowing she was sharing this
most intimate of acts with the woman she was falling deeply in love with had
her body primed for a configuration.
Dany’s head lulled over to the other side.  “Ohhhh . . . nnnggg! Oh! Oh gods,
yessssss unngg uunngg!” the Queen moaned as her groin started to instinctively
hump up in raw wanton need.  She gripped her nipples pinching hard her face
twisting up in ecstasy as she tented her beast pulling up before releasing her
nipples only to again to massage and milk.  Back and forth the Queen pinched
her nipples hard and pulled up tenting her areolas and nipples her face twisted
with shocking pleasure.
Dany’s breath was beginning to deepen and become more ragged.  The film of
perspiration now making her body glow as her heated skin flushed with hot
pumping blood marking her desire.  Sweat had begun to run down her body. 
“Hunngg hhnngg hhnggg!“ Dany gasped as she ran one hand up to her face and
rubbed it all over with a feathery touch while her other hand began to run slow
lazy circles up and down her muscled stomach and traced the valley between her
ribs.
The Targaryen had always believed in pleasuring all of her body that she could
reach.  She loved to work her ribs and the line of her ribcage with her hands
circling up to work her breast and down to rube her belly before again working
her ribs.  She alternated in the pressure she used to stroke her torso.  First
with moderate force and then the slightest ghost tracing.  The difference in
tactile sensations made her cunt so wet.
All this foreplay had her cunt clenching and pulsing so hard with the need to
be fucked.
While she worked her whole body Dany’s hands painted a masterpiece with her
breast rolling, pinching her nipples and then massaging her breast and at times
her hands mashed in on her bosom grinding her tits into her ribcage gagging her
with hard pulses of ecstasy.  She moved her hands down to work her torso to let
her body simmer and baste in the sweet sensations her tits had filled her belly
with before going back for more.
Then one hand or both ran up and down her body from her lower stomach up to her
face stroking her face and fanning her hair out between her long slender
delicate fingers.
Dany’s core was on fire.  She had waited long enough.  She had delayed to give
Arya a hot show.  She looked directly into the direwolf’s eyes and slowly ran
her fingers down to her wet cunt.  She ran her fingers into her slit and worked
her fingers into her trench with her right hand and rubbed up and down slowly
working her labia lips out splaying them on her wet vulva her womanhood of full
display.  She lazily traced her engorged inner lips and ghosted around her
clitoral hood making he whinny in raw pleasure.  Her left hand gripped her
right nipple and squeezed at she pulled on it making her whimper in need. 
Then she slowly spread those fingers out along her fuck hole.  This was why she
had shaved extra close tonight.    True she loved the feel but she wanted
nothing left to the imagination with her sweet innocent Arya.  One day made no
difference but she wanted to make an extra effort for her sweet wolf.  She
wanted Arya to see every delicate fold and ridge of vulva and her engorged
clitoral hood and her throbbing clit jutting out its sheath all wet and whitish
pink.  She wanted Arya to see and feel raw lust for Dany.  Dany wanted to plant
the seeds of lust so they could take root and lead to her and Arya consummating
their love in the near hoped for future.
Eyes locked with the wolf and Arya through Nymeria, Dany ran her left hand down
her stomach that was palpating harder.  She slowly worked her left hand fingers
into her slit and she very slowly worked her fingertips along the edge of her
wet hole.  With both hands the white haired nymph pulled back on her vulva
opening her cunt hole up.  Her wet fuck hole fully exposed for Arya.  Her inner
folds and whorls clutched with the Targaryen’s breathing.  Her hole dark, deep
red and so fucking wet as her inner folds pulsed up and down so enticingly to
the Stark girl.
Dany’s mound was slavered with glistening fuck nectars.  “Oohhhhhh yessss …
ungggg … yes! Unnggg hhnggg!” Dany moaned humping her pussy up to the wolf
showing her and Arya her womanhood all wet and swollen all for Arya and only
for her. 
The back of Dany’s head mashed hard into the headboard her eyelids fluttering
as she ran her fingertips along perimeter her hot hungry wet fuck hole. 
“Ooohhh yessss take it … take it … take it—it’s only yours baby!” the dragon
mewled her head lulled over her pelvis humping up in a lewd dance of pure
love.  The Queen’s fingers working her mound with expert skills.  Dany’s body
now catching and jolting hard with hard pulses of ecstatic pleasure.
 
Arya
Arya was thrumming as Nymeria scratched at Dany’s door.  She was so happy she
had discovered her direwolf had been visiting the Targaryen Queen behind her
back.  When she had warged into Nymeria and felt Dany’s hands scratching the
wolf’s belly as the Queen laughed and made cooing sounds running her fingertips
over the wolf’s belly and along her ribs, Arya had been so happy.  She did not
feel direct erotic pleasure since her wolf felt none but the pleasure her wolf
felt was an elixir to the Stark teenager.  Arya soul squirmed at the pleasure
her wolf felt since her body could not.
The wolf wiggled its back on the floor like a fish out of water.  The wolf was
in heaven being scratched and loved by the Queen.
After that the wolf was snapping cuts of tender steak out of the air gulping
down as Arya enjoyed the sweet taste along with her wolf.
This had been going on for almost two weeks.  Arya going into the room through
Nymeria.  Each night the Queen laughed while petting and scratching the wolf. 
Then after playtime each night a plate of delectable succulent chunked meat
awaited the wolf and Arya.  Arya felt the pleasure her Direwolf felt wolfing
down the choice cuts of cooked meat.  Her wolf was definitely in wolf heaven
between the food and scratches.
Arya relished this time with the Queen.  Arya kept her secret close.  She was
terrified that the Queen would know she was in love with her.  Then the Queen
would give her a speech to grow up and that Dany was not that way.  Or worse,
the Queen could send her back North because of the unnatural desires that
colored Arya’s affections.  This way she could get Dany’s direct affection and
felt her hands on her body.  Even if it was not truly her body that had the
Queen’s hands on.
This night Arya felt Nymeria woof when she entered into the Queens’ suite.  The
routine was the same as the previous nights.  Arya prepared to enjoy her stolen
caresses and being able to gaze at the Queen freely like she was not allowed to
in reality.  It pained her that Dany was destined for someone else and only
looked on her as a friend and growing confidant.
Arya wanted to much more!  She wanted all of the Queen.  She wanted all of
Daenerys Targaryen for herself.
The wolf did not sense anything strange but Arya’s motionless body was in
shock.  To the wolf a human’s attire or lack of it was not of that much
concern.  Nymeria had long ago gotten used to her master stripping naked and
masturbating half the night away while screaming and flopping all over bed like
a fish out of water.  Even when she flipped to the floor and jolted the wolf
took it in stride. 
Dany’s attire tonight was totally different!  The queen had on a sheer short
slip that was so sheer she could clearly see the full outlines of the Queen’s
high firm breast, the subtle swell of Dany’s hip and … oh by the old gods!  The
slip only half covered the Queen’s pussy!  She could see hints of her mound
and, and  … and oh my gods the Queen had a used a razor and her pussy was
shaved bald.  Arya was gods smacked.  If her body would have allowed it Arya
would have been drooling a river.
The Queen sat on the edge of the bed to scratch the wolf’s ears.  Arya’s eyes
nearly bulged out their sockets.  The Queens’s legs were parted wide and her
short slip had ridden up her legs and her pussy was fully exposed to Arya’s
starving gaze.  She could smell the Queens cunt through Nymeria’s nostrils and
it was intoxicating.  She longed to bury her face in the woman’s pussy and
feast and never stop!  Arya was stunned now.  Her body wanted to react but
dammit it her body couldn’t!
Nymeria wanted more affection.  The queen then played and scratched the wolf
like she always did when Nymeria needed more scratching.  Normally, Arya would
revel in the attention.  She loved to feel Dany’s fingers pleasuring her wolf
and, thus, her.  The innocent pleasure had been thrilling.  The pleasure she
felt now was not innocent!  All she could see in her mind’s eye was Dany’s
shaved cunt and how pink it was and how hot it was to see Dany’s womanhood on
full display.  She wanted to bury her face in Dany’s womanhood and suck her
off!  And by the gods the smell of her musk inflamed the Stark teenager.
Then the registered that Nymeria was wolfing down more treats.  The Queen was
putting her wolf under her spell.  She was spoiling Nymeria rotten and the wolf
was literally lapping it up!  Arya wanted to lap up Dany’s wet twat!  Arya’s
time with the Queen was almost over. The Queen would open the door and Nymeria
would gamble out into the Red Keep and walk the halls for a while before she
returned to her master to bed down. 
Arya would leave the wolf’s body the instant she left Dany’s room and the Arya
could take care of her needs!  Her body had been stunned at first but was now
on fire, but, she couldn’t move to satisfy her carnal needs!  She was not about
to Warg out of Nymeria till the wolf had left Dany’s quarters though.  She
would not miss a second of seeing Dany’s near nude body!
Normally, she would be sad leaving Dany.  She loved the pleasure of feeling
Dany spoiling Nymeria.  Not tonight.  She was anxious for Nymeria to leave …
except she didn’t.
Dany instead of opening the door stood up and slowly removed her slip as if it
was the most natural thing to do in front of the wolf.  A distant part of the
girl’s mind was surprised at how comfortable the Queen was in Nymeria’s
presence.
Dany’s hair looked like spun white gold cascading out her slip top falling out
the neck and down on the Queens’ shoulders and back.
Then the queen sat on the edge of the bed her camel toe so wet and glistening
and then the small woman slide back to the headboard.
Arya would never forget what she was seeing. The way her sweet Queen ran her
hand on her face and then down her body.  The way the tiny blond played with
her breasts stroking and making love to them.  Then her hands went South!  Oh
gods!  Dany was going to masturbate in front of her.  The Queen had no idea
that Arya was in her wolf.  She should feel guilt Arya knew.  That feeling was
sadly lacking and far distant.  All the teenager felt was happy elation! 
Arya was in heaven and hell at the same time.  Heaven because she was able to
watch the Queen pleasure her belly and then oh gods she was playing with her
pussy and rubbing it, loving it.  She watched the Queens fingers instantly
glaze with flowing cunt juice.  She watched the queen open her clam shell and
splayed out her light brown labia lips.  Her pussy was so red with wet passion.
Then, Oh. My. Gods.! The Queen pulled her womanhood open playing with her
vaginal hole her fingers rubbing and pulling lightly.  Arya could see deep into
Dany’s wet core.  Her pussy clutching rolling her wet inner folds and whorls
for the famished girl.
This was hell.  She was in hell!  Her body was on fire and she couldn’t do a
god’s dammed thing.  She could leave her Direwolf’s body but there was no
chance in hell that she was going to do that with what she was witnessing.
 
Daenerys
Dany slipped her middle finger into her pussy and began to slowly work the
digit in and out her wet hole her inner lips sucking on the finger.  Dany
worked her finger with her mind shocked by how wet she was and how pleasurable
her finger felt while her pussy sucked on the pumping finger.  She pumped her
finger slowly harder and deeper into her drooling wet twat luxuriating in the
pulses of pleasure spasming deep in her belly and making her pussy quiver and
clutch on the finger pumping it.
Dany sagged back into the headboard.  She slowly brought her left hand down her
body rubbing her belly sending arcs of pleasure indirectly to her pussy and
nipples.  Hard spasms and grimaces gripped the Queen’s face as pleasure filled
her body.   Her left hand circled down to her slicked mound and began to rub
her clit with a circular motions rubbing into the hood rolling and squirting
her clit in its hood.  Dany looked down her belly and watched her hands
pleasure herself.  Both sets of fingers slimed with fuck juice as she
masturbated happily.
She looked at the wolf still eyeing her intently.  Nymeria turned her head
slowly right and left her tongue lulling out.  The wolf was not excited by her
actions but its intense stare told the Queen that a certain Stark teenager
inside the great Direwolf was avidly watching her Queen Jill off.
Dany moaned in heated pleasure her pussy rotating up into her hands
instinctively.  Dany flexed her hips and worked her ass to lift her drooling
cunt up into the fingers expertly pleasuring herself.  Her pussy was flooding
the room with her fuck musk and she breathed in deep. She loved the smell of
her own cunt.  Gods she so needed to smell Arya’s pussy and memorize her own
unique sweet musk.  She knew that wolf’s had extraordinary sense of smell and
she smirked through a grimace of pleasure imaging Arya being pummeled by her
sweet fuck musk.
Dany worked her pussy quickly rising to orgasm.  She needed to slow down.  She
wanted to prolong her show for her sweet wolf.  The Targaryen pulled her middle
finger out her tight twat and brought her right hand up towards her face.  Dany
brought the cum soaked finger to her mouth to first suck clean.  Dany moaned
pumping her finger sensually up and down her tongue savoring her sweet twat
juice.
Only then did the remove the finger from her sucking lips.  She slowly moved
the hand to her swollen breast that she began roll and squeeze again.  Her
other hand rose up to work her other sweat soaked breast.  Her face froze and
the slashed with raw pleasure as she cawed like a wanton Lysian whore in heat. 
Dany worked her breasts with her thumb and index fingers sliding up the slope
of her breasts in turn to squeeze and pull on her hard little nips the pressure
making her breast fill with heated pleasure and shocks running down to her clit
and to  her brain.
Dany’s hand moved south again.  She slipped the middle finger back into her hot
pussy and pumped the digit in and out her cunt feeling her inner folds grip
tight on the invading digit.  She could feel the heat of her inner core on her
finger.  She loved they heated cauldron of her sweet cunt.  Her inner fuck
folds and whorls all greasy with cum felt so delicious sliding over her pumping
digit.
"Oh! Ungghh!" Dany cried out as she slipped a second finger into her pussy
stretching it out.  She had a moderate rhythm now that had her belly
clenching.  Her other hand continued to pleasure her swollen tits.  She upped
the pace and force of her masturbating digits that she now pumped hard into her
so wet pussy.  She pleasured herself with exquisite skills built up over years
of hot intense masturbation.  Dany’s hips worked harder driving her pussy into
her pumping fingers her wet cunt now starting to slosh as she felt the first
delicious pulses in her core that told her that her orgasm was beginning to
build deep in her belly. 
“Unngnghhh! Oh! Ungghh! … oh Fuck!" Dany gasped working her fingers more
desperately into her cunt pumping hard now her palm slamming into her vulva. 
"Anngghh! … Hunggg hhnnnn hhnngg hhnngg!" Dany groaned gutturally.  The shocks
of impact of her palm made her clit shriek with pleasure and her belly tensed
and her inner thighs tremble with ripples and spasms.
Dany rammed her fingers in deep and mashed her knuckles into her pussy flexing
her fingers jerking them up and down inside her so wet cunt.   Her two small
fingers jerking showing the motion of the two fingers buried in her twat.  Dany
gagged as she whirled her inner fuck folds so greasy with fuck slimy snail
snot.  Then the Queen was slamming her first two fingers in and out her pussy
again pounding her box.  Dany altering the tempo and technique to give her body
sweet pleasure that had her whole body filmed with dripping sweat now.  Her
breathing getting ragged and shallow with fuck need.
Her free hand was fiercely mauling her tits rolling them and then sinking her
fingers in hard into her soft firm bosom.  Her hand moved right and left
working her swollen breast.  Her nipples were now as hard as diamonds.  She
felt her face all flushed with heat.  She knew her pale skin was flushed deep
pink down to her tits that she could see.  Her nipples so hard they had whitish
tips and were rock hard.
She slammed fucked her cunt with powerful thrusts of her muscular arm.  Each
thrust into her mound made wet smacking sounds.  "Unh! Unh!" Danny gasped
softly, her fingers ramrodding into her sloshing cunt that made splattering
sounds.  "Aunngghhh! Oh shit! Aunngghhh!"  Each shock of impact had her clit
shrieking in shocking pleasure.  Her head twisted on a neck gone stiff.  Her
mouth worked making cawing noises face contorted and slashed with gut wrenching
pleasure.
Sweat poured down Daenerys face and rolled down her body in rivulets.  Her
right hand slammed into her cunt.  She paused her stroke to strongly flex her
fingers deep in her pussy.  Dany’s palm ground into her mound mashing and
rolling her clit in its hood.  The pleasure near unbearable now as she flexed
her fingers manically in her pussy and heel of her hand ground her clit in a
tight mashing circle.  Her cum allowing her palm to easily squirt around on her
clit grinding it hard.
Her eyes slowly widen out to a shocked wide state.  Her back was ramrod
straight pressed against the backboard of the bed that was shaking with her
writhing body.  Her legs had gone ramrod stiff and juddered on the bed.  Her
breathing coming in ragged gasps.  Her face slashed with almost crippling need
and agonizing pleasure.  Dany went back to a slam harpoon thrusting of her
fingers in and out her now wildly spamsing cunt.
The pressure built and built deep in her pussy and then exploded.  Dany’s body
jerked forward partially forward and then slammed back into the headboard. 
“OOOWWGGGHHHHH! HHHUNNGGGGGGGG! HHHHUUNGGGGGGG!” the beautiful pale woman
screamed as it felt like her cunt was tearing itself inside out.  Hot gushes of
cum sloshed out her spasming cunt hole and seared her flexing fingers working
deep inside her pussy as her inner folds gripped the fingers tight with each
searing wave of her orgasm.  Her hand and wrist was coated in her gushing fuck
nectars.
Her body bucked and flipped against the headboard as sweet pummeling waves of
ecstasy tore at her lithesome frame.  Her face seemed filled with agony that
was only sweet shocking ecstasy.  “Auungg hhnnn hhnnggg … oh oh
FFFUUUUUCCKKKKKKK! AAAARRUUNNNNGGGGGG! AAAGGHHIIEEEEEEEEEE!” Dany screamed as a
second orgasm exploded over the top of the first sweet hard hitting orgasm. 
Her cunt spasmed wildly milking her fingers she churned in her inner pussy
folds and petals.  Her body flipped and jackknifed so hard knowing that Arya
was watching her fuck herself.  The headboard hammered the wall and the bed
squeaked continuously as her body gyrated and flipped in the throes of a
harrowing orgasm.
Her rich pungent fuck musk thick in the room.  Dany luxuriated in the smell of
excited pussy.  Gods she needed it to be Arya’s pussy she smelled so ripe in
her suite.
Dany’s body convulsed and jackknifed slamming repeatedly into the headboard
making the bed bark in its frame.  Gradually the Queens spent body folded to
the side and slide down the headboard her body temporarily spent.
The Queens body heaved for breath as hot cum dribbled out her love hole around
the fingers still buried in her pussy.  Dany slowly pulled the fingers out her
pussy and hissed at the intense sensations.  Her body jerking as strong
aftershocks gripped and shook her slight frame.
The Queen’s violet eyes barely able to see the direwolf staring at her in her
addled state.  She shoved her cum soaked fingers into her mouth and moaned
sucking them clean with sensual strokes up and down her tongue.
 
Arya
The North girl was in hell.  That was it. She was in hell.  She was on fire and
in heat and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it!  She had watched transfixed
as her Queen pleasured herself with an exquisite skill that had seemed
unimaginable.
Though she was in hell there was no fucking way she was fleeing.  If this was
hell then she could accept this as her purgatory throughout eternity.  To be
turned on to the highest heavens and not able to wanker off was driving the
Stark teenager insane with aching desire and need.
Arya had watched the Queens hands work her own breast and pussy with expert
skills.  The way Dany massaged, rolled and sunk her fingers at times deep into
her own bosom was intoxicating.  Then Dany had slide her finger and then
fingers deep into her pussy and pumped them in and out the fingers almost
instantly wet with the woman’s hot love juice.
The sounds of Dany’s wet pussy being worked had the Stark girl in a frenzy. 
How she wished that was her hand pleasuring the Queen’s pussy.  How it was her
mouth and hands pumping and rolling the Queens’s nipples and then taking as
much of the Queen’s bosom as possible into her mouth where she would suck
fiercely feasting on the Queens succulent grapefruit sized tits.
She watched transfixed as the body she had been denied clearly approached
orgasm.  Arya through Nymeria took in every sight, sound and smell of Daenerys
Targaryen jilling herself off to orgasm.
After Arya’s famine of depravation seeing Dany’s body like this was like
feasting on succulent pheasant sautéed in sweet butter.  Arya was a glutton
taking in every detail of the Queen’s masturbation.
Then Dany’s screams of orgasm was like the ambrosia of the gods.  The way the
Queen convulsed and shook violently as each wave of her orgasms throttled the
slender body intoxicated Arya.
She was beyond caring about her body’s needs.  Her hell had become sweet
heaven.  Seeing Dany’s harrowing orgasms was heaven.  Plain and simple.
 
Daenerys
Dany slowly felt her body coming down from its orgasmic high. She rolled over
onto her stomach and then over onto her back gasping for breath.  Her body was
languid but also still on fire.  She needed more and wanted to take it even
higher. 
The pale woman scooted around so that her groin was on the edge of the bed and
she pulled her legs up and put her feet on the edge of the bed.  She splayed
out her knees opening up her distended pussy.  The queen put several plush
pillows underneath her upper shoulders and head and then folded up a big pillow
putting it underneath her head.
Dany took her hands to slowly, sensually rub and press down into her sweat
slicked belly pushing in. She could feel the pressure in her still trembling
womb.  This was a major erogenous zone for the young queen.  The sense of
pressure intoxicating.  She looked at the wolf knowing that Arya was staring
back at her.  Arya would just assume the Queen loved fucking herself in front
of an audience.  She would not know that Dany knew she was in her wolf.
Dany was ready to lay out her last card on the card table.  She licked her lips
feeling her pussy throbbing again as her clit lost its jangly sensitivity. 
Dany felt like her body was leaden with besotted pleasure but she wanted more. 
She was always quick to recover when she first started to masturbate or fuck.
She spoke softly to the wolf “Oh Nymeria how I wish my lover was here with me …
touching and loving me” she softly moaned.  Her hands again stroked her body.  
Dany’s body was dripping wet with sweat.  It rolled down her ribs.  Dany so
sensitive to her own body could feel each drop of sweat rolling off her body to
drip off onto her bed.  She had to run her fingers over her eyelids to get the
sweat off them.  She mewled feeling her pussy coming alive again with want and
need.
Dany first clenched her fingers into her bosom and roughly massaged her breast
her palms riding over her nipples and grinding down into them the friction so
sweet and intense.
The blond woman began to pull and roll her nipples that had her head jerking up
off the pillow her face slashed with the pleasure pulsing in her breasts and
arched straight down to her clit.  The woman’s knees up in the air jerked in
and out in pulses of hot pleasure.  Dany watched her upraised legs jerk hard in
wanton pleasure.  It was so slutty looking and the Queen loved the hot visual.
Slowly, the Queen snaked her right hand down her sweat slicked body and the
fingers started to again rub her slit and circle around her again hard clit. 
“Unnggg ugggg … yess I can feel my lover’s fingers working my pussy so sweetly
teasing and pleasuring me Nymeria—huunggg hhnggg hhnnggg!” the Queen gasped as
her clit jangled.  Up and down her slit Daenerys worked her fingers in her
drooling slit.  Her fingers brushing over her clit making her gag in helpless
pleasure.  Her body jolting as if hit by a hot poker.
“Oh  Gods yes yeesssss I can feel her fingers circling my clit pressing and
rubbing over it Aauggg uuuugg uunnggg oohhh shitttt!” The Queen gagged in hot
pleasure.  Her pussy was instinctively rotating up into the fingers working her
twat so expertly.  “Oh yeessssss—fuck yeahhhhh!” she gurgled feeling her
fingers working harder into her slimy slit.  Her fingers rubbed and mashed into
her rubbery slippery labia lips the pleasure so hot.  Her fingers working up
her slit to brush and jack her clit making her whimper in ecstasy.
“Put your fingers in me baby" she gagged groaned.  "Give me your long graceful
fingers my lover … oh God I need your fingers deep inside me!” Dany gurgled and
slide two fingers deep into her wet distended cunt and pumped the cum slicked
digits hard in and out her slurping cunt.  Dany started with a slow sensual
rhythm that plowed her hot tight snatch.  The fingers sliding in so deep and
churning her aching love hole.  The Queen slowly increased the force and rhythm
of her pumping fingers working her pussy.  Her greasy fingers sliding in and
out her tight hot cunt.
Soon the Queen had her fingers working hard into her twat.  Her fingers ramming
home hard, deep again and again into her tight pussy.  Her left hand cupped and
slammed down with short jerks into her firm breast slamming them into her
ribcage grinding her nipples sending shockwaves to her brain and arching to the
Queen’s clit.  The Queen loved to be roughed up in sex and her working her tits
hard mashing them into her ribs with her striking palm had her gagging in raw
helpless pleasure.  Her head thrashed back and forth her face twisted with the
slashes of ecstasy.
Dany’s head lulled right and left on the pillow as she masturbated looking at
the wolf and through her to the other half of her soul.  She slowed for a
minute pulling out slow and harpoon stroking her fingers back hard and deep
into her spasming greasy cunt.  Again and again Dany slow harpoon fucked her
clenching snatch.  Her knuckles slamming into her swollen drooling muffin.  Her
wetness drooling our her core had her pussy making obscene wet slurping noises
of a well fucked pussy.
“Oh gods … hunngg hhnggg—keep slamming your fingers so hard—so deep into my
cunt … drive them in deep baby.”  The Queen’s body jerked her pussy now humping
up into the fingers slamming into her twat milkly cum dribbled out her hole and
ran down her ass crack.  “Ungg ohh yesss Nymeria … she is fucking me ssooooo
good!”
Dany pulled the fingers out her pussy and shoved them into her mouth greedily
sucked them clean her head pumping up off the pillow as she sucked greedily on
the digits that she slide up and down her tongue.  Her left hand was on her
pussy rubbing her clit.
“Mmmppffff uummppff mmpphfff!” the queen moaned around the digits she was
greedily sucking on.
She pulled them out and inserted first two fingers into her pussy pounding them
deep into her cunt with sharp quick motions and then stilled her hand motion
and inserted a third finger stretching her twat out filling her pussy with her
first three fingers.
Dany felt so full.  Her pussy stretched out so deliciously.  She loved feeling
stuffed.  She rammed her fingers in first fast and furious and then slow and
sensually.  Her body was inflamed with liquid fire pouring out her groin
flooding her body with raw wanton pleasure.
“Oh god honey suck on my nipples … oh I need to feel you fucking me hard!
Aauugg uunhhh nnngg ffffucckkkk I need your fingers in me, fucking me, taking
meeeee!” the queen cried out.
The Queen’s free hand worked her breast or hedonistically rubbed up and down
her body especially along the edges of her vulva putting extra delicious
pressure on her clit.  Dany loved looking down at her groin and seeing her
pressing hand bulging her vulva up with the side pressure.  Dany’s bent thumb
of her right hand hammered her clit again and again she shocks going straight
to her womb.  Dany’s nipples on fire her breast filled with fire and pleasure.
Dany’s pussy was beginning to slurp loudly again and was actually splattering
cum droplets as her pussy lubricated liberally.  Her left had been roaming her
body focusing on her swelled flushed breast but also stroking other sweet spots
on her body.
Now her left hand had formed a wedge and she jammed its fingertips into her
clitoral hood just behind her jutting clit.  Her left hand jerked right and
left like a fulcrum the fingertips jammed hard into her knotted clitoral hood. 
Her fingertips rocking and pressing hard into her clitoral hood and mashing
into her clit squeezing it mercilessly.  Her hands worked her pussy like a
master carpenter.  Her body was soaring to the clouds of pure ecstasy.
“Oh God! I’m going to cum so hard for you my sweet lover!  Oh gods I need to
feel her fingers slam fucking my aching cunt so hard and deep!  Oh so close so
fucking clooseeee!” Dany sobbed in need.  Her body began to quake with short
hard jerks her breathing ragged and deep in short gasps.
Her head came up off the pillow jerking up as spams rocking her soul thinking
that it was Arya that was fucking her pussy and not her own fingers.  She was
using the feminine pronouns to let Arya see her true leanings.  Her plan was
working perfectly.  It was just so hard to think now!  Dany’s eyes suddenly
flared wide open and her head jerked forward on a stiff shuddering neck.
Her cunt ruptured.  Her body felt like it was exploding thinking of Arya
fucking her “FFFUUCCKKKKKKK! AARRUUNNGGGGGG! AAAUUGGGGGGGG!” the small framed
woman wailed as her body heaved and bucked wildly.  Her feet jammed down on the
edge of the bed and her hips jerked up off the bed as her pussy felt like it
was tearing itself inside out.  Dany pounded her exploding cunt with her three
slam fucking fingers and her left hand trying to pulp her clit.  Her cunt
spasming and jerking up several inches off the bed in short, sharp up jerks. 
"Aunngghhh! Annnggghiiimmmnnneeeeee! Oh! Unghh! Oh! Anngghimmnneee!" Dany cried
out, surging and twisting, pumping, groaning, until finally the fierce jolts
began to recede.
Dany body floated on a cloud of pure ecstasy and building lassitude.  Her body
slowly settled back down on the bed.  Her body was soaked in sweat.  Her body
exhausted.  She slowly pulled her fingers out her pussy and her hands flopped
down on the bed in nerveless heaps. 
The Queen mewled and her body lurched with the strong aftershocks that gripped
and shook her body hard.  The queen’s mouth open and drooling slightly as she
stared at nothing with her violet orbs looking at the wolf.  Her body had
simply been pounded nearly senseless with exhausting ecstasy.
Dany was used to having hard orgasms but with Arya involved her orgasms moved
the mountains and boiled the oceans dry.  Her body was filled with sweet
lassitude.  She felt punch drunk with Arya watching her.
My gods Dany thought.  If sex is this good just thinking about Arya she feared
what would happen if the sweet girl ever did grace her bed.
Dany had heard lovers talk of this power of sex married with love.  She had
always wondered it was true.  Now she knew.  She needed more and feared she
would never have it. 
Dany knew she could stroke her body for much more but decided tonight she had
had been enough.  She did not want to overwhelm Arya.  She sensed the girl was
still a virgin and unskilled in the arts of lesbian love.  She knew the girl
masturbated.  All teenage girls did.  She was just not sure if Arya masturbated
in marathon sessions like Dany did.  Dany did not want to scare Arya with her
carnal needs and wants.  Dany wanted to gods smack her sweet wolf but not
totally overwhelm her.  The Queen knew she had planted seeds in hopefully
fertile soil.  She now just had to wait and see if they took root and
blossomed.
She tiredly got up off the bed and walked with wobbly legs over to the door. 
Nymeria had her nose in the door.  Dany smirked.  She hoped her Arya was in
desperate straits.  That her body war burning up for her Queen.  She would not
know but she could but hope.
She opened the door and the wolf whipped out the door and down the hall.
 
Arya
“AARRGGGGG!” The girl ripped up to sit upright in her bed.  Her body was on
fucking fire.  Nymeria was beating feet to the nearest window low enough to
leap out.  She was on fire herself and running out to the Kings Wood where she
sensed other wolves.  As Arya fled the wolf’s body she felt her master’s wild
sexual frenzy.  The conduit between the two suddenly arching both ways. 
Nymeria felt the jolt of Arya’s wild sexual need.  Now Nymeria had needs too! 
So much pheromones and Arya’s aroused state had affected even the Direwolf.
Arya had needs that needed to satisfied!  The girl stood up on her bed and
savagely tore at the laces of her top and britches.  She jerked and fumbled all
the while cursing.  Her pussy was beyond soaked and her nipples engorged to
overripe plums ready to burst.  “Gods dammit” Arya cried out as she jumped up
on down on one leg with the britches stuck on her foot as she desperately
jerked and finally it came off knocking her off balance.
“Wummpffff!” Arya grunted landing on her now naked ass.  The girl ripped the
laces as she ripped the top off over her head.   Her hair too tented up in her
top and falling out in waves that Arya was sure was not poetic.
Her body was now naked thank the gods!  Her body was soaked in sweat and she
had not been able to do a gods damn thing about it.
That had now changed!
Arya was beyond technique.
 The girl cupped her hands one over the other and slapped down hard on her cunt
and rubbed furiously up and down.  Her pussy was so wet that her palm grinding
her soaked twat was instantly slicked with her cum.  She rubbed and down in
short furious jerks.
Her hands a blur as her pussy burbled and bubbled and soon it was singing a
sodden song.  All Arya could see in her eyes was Dany’s body writing in orgasm
and jackknifing so hard again and again.
Arya was both elated and sadden.  The queen was like her! She was gay! She had
not used the feminine pronouns much but she had!  But it had not been her name
she called out! Some fucking bitch had her Queen’s heart and she hated the gods
damned cunt.
But! Maybe she had a chance!  Dany was gay!
Arya rubbed her cunt furiously for fifteen more seconds.  Then her body fell
off the precipice into shattering ecstasy.  "Unnggghmmnmnngghiiieeee! Hhngg
nnnggg Mmmngghhhieeeeeee! Nnnnhhiieeeeeeeee!" Arya cried out as convulsions of
shattering pleasure ripped through her young tight body again and again with
hard hammering pulses.  "Ohhnnggg god!  Ummngghh!  Auunngghhh!
FFFFUUUCCCKKKKKKK! Aarrrruuunnggggg! Mmmnngghhhiieeeeeeee!" Arya screamed and
screamed in orgasmic bliss.  Finally, Arya whimpered as her body started to
calm and her immediate desperation departed.
Over the next hour and half Arya masturbated six more times to mind shocking
and womb rending orgasms as her body flipped and flopped across the bed like a
fish out of water.  Her voice was hoarse and scratchy now after all her
repeated screams. 
Arya’s body was spread out all akimbo on the bed.  She knew she looked obscene
soaked in sweat and cum but didn’t give a fuck.  She knew she looked like some
Lyscene whore but only smiled wantonly at the thought.  She was on a cloud of
pure happiness.  Her belly so warm and fussy and her pussy tingling and itchy
it had cummed so hard again and again.
She told herself she could never ever do that again.  She must stop warging
into Nymeria’s body on her nightly visits to her sweet hot luscious vivacious
Targaryen Queen.  She was violating the Queen’s personal life.  She had no
right to watch Dany fuck herself crying out for her faceless female lover. 
Yes. She would honor the Queens sanctity. 
She knew she was lying to herself.
***** Final Visits *****
                                  Chapter 34
                                 Final Visits
        Arya / Jaime / Daenerys / Olenna / Eddard / Arya / Cowled Woman
                                        
Arya
Arya was relaxing at the main table in Dany’s room.  They had discussed the
day’s events and went over the messages from the houses of Tyrell and Dorne. 
They were giving Dany updates on the troops moving towards their designated
ports.  The harbor were full of masts now. 
Four days ago Arya had been like a little girl when they flew over King’s
Landing, Duskendale and Blackstone at the mouth of the Wendwater river. 
Dany had wanted to make sure that all her timetables for her ship arrivals were
on schedule.  She also spied the roads leading to the ports.  Men were in
companies of hundreds and sometimes thousands.  Dany had asked her to look left
while she looked right.  Arya had felt her heart swell knowing she was helping
Dany even if it was a small thing.  Dany told her it was easier to concentrate
if she did not have to constantly turn her head from side to side. 
Drogon had taken off right after an abbreviated small council meeting.  The
citizens had reduced their claims on the Queen’s time.  All sensed that great
times were afoot.  The ships in ports and the roads now clogged with troops and
now cavalry told all what they needed to know.  War was on the horizon.  Also,
the paid mercenaries and conscripts had gold dragons and silver stags in their
pockets that needed spending.  The shops, taverns and brothels of King’s
Landing and surrounding cities and villages were flush with the money being
spent by the troops mustering to move north.
Arya also saw that wherever they landed that the Queen was cheered and she
could feel that it was genuine.  The Queen inspired loyalty in all that she
did.  She was fair beyond measure and her realm was coming to realize it.  Her
beauty and pose bedazzled all that they met.  It had definitely enthralled
Arya.  She had been enraptured with the queen from the first reports of her
coming out of the Red Wastes to lay waste to the Slave Trade.
Her personal experience with the Queen had turned childish love into full blown
adult love for the woman.  Daenerys Targaryen was what any woman and
unfortunately man would want.  Arya saw the men that were paraded as potential
matches to the Queen.  These were matches that would strengthen her realm and
make it more prosperous and peaceful.  Varys was always giving the Queen new
potential candidates to sit beside her on the Iron Throne.
What did a second princess from the furthest away House in the Realm have to
offer?  How could a marriage between House Targaryen and House Stark make the
realm better?  The sins of the past would seem to preclude a marriage between
them.  
Arya raged at the fates and the old gods at the unfairness of it all.  She was
so in love with the Queen and it seemed as if all of society were working
against Arya in capturing her Queen’s love.  Duty calling to Daenerys to marry
some odious man.  Alone in her room she cried into her pillow in impotent anger
over her fate.  Worse she knew the Queen’s secret now.  The Queen was being
forced to live a lie.  Life was unfair!
The Queen had first set off for Duskendale one hundred and sixty miles
distant.  She had Drogon fly fast since he had fed two days ago and was well
rested.  She flew high for while over the farm lands but when they came upon
many holdfasts and businesses on the roads cross connecting this region to get
goods from port into the midlands Dany had brought Drogon down from on high.
Then Drogon was flying just over the treetops and then down over the fields and
over roads just over the heads of persons on wagons.  Arya and Nymeria kept
looking back and seeing the people stunned and then cheering at seeing a dragon
up close.  The winds of the backwash sending hats flying and hair whipping. 
They were like an arrow shot from a long bow.  The common folk loved seeing the
Queen’s dragons up close and being buzzed by the Queen knowing that she was
their protector.
It brought the people ever closer to their Queen.  She dearly hoped that Dany
and her father could meet as friends.  That the loyal Warden of the North and
Queen would meet and find trust and friendship in the other.  A person they saw
as equals and that they could work together.   They could take Westeros to
greatness.  Westeros could enter into a golden age.
Duskendale was filled to overflowing with ships.  The first squadrons of the
next convoy moving out to sea loaded with troops for the beachheads in the
North of Arya’s homeland.  Massive Summer Islander ships shepherding she ships
on the flanks and out to sea.  Arya was amazed at the colors of the sails of
the ships. 
Each Summer Islander ship had a massive figurehead on the bowsprit of each
ship.  Some of the figureheads were carvings of the gods of their native
lands.  Others were of the animals that were common in their homeland and of
the other southern Islands like Sothoryos, Naath, Elephant Isle and the Islands
of the Jade Sea.
Each figurehead was a work of art that made what they represented come alive. 
The beast, god or goddess painted in a bright colors that made them seem about
to tear forth from the bowsprit and walk across the waves of the oceans the
ships sailed.
As Drogon flew into port they flew low and slow.  Arya saw many real and
fantastical beasts on the prows of the tall Swan Ships.  She saw a Manticore,
Shrike, Peacock, Monitor, Basilisk and Griffin on the bowsprits.  The colors so
loud and shocking that they made the beasts seem alive.  Arya was sure that the
eyes followed Drogon as they flew past.  When the teenager turned to look back
she saw that, no, there were not following them. 
She was shocked when she saw a Swan Ship that had docked at the piers of
Duskendale.  The sails on the mighty cross spars were furled tight to the
wood.  The ship had been damaged in a Gail she could see.  Many wooden slats
had been torn off and loose rigging hung swaying in the harbor breezes.  She
saw also that the bowsprit had been heavily damaged.  The figurehead ripped off
by a mighty passing sea wave.
That was not what shocked the young princess tough.  Beside the mighty ship was
a huge block of white oak that been carved to replace the figurehead that had
been ripped off the ship.  Arya felt her heart catch.  It was a mighty Direwolf
that was being carved.  It was stylized in the traditional pose of snarling
direwolf with its head thrown back but his one had one paw reaching forward as
if to strike.
The Queen saw it too.  She took and squeezed Arya’s hand.  The Queen had Drogon
circle the ship.  On the fantail the old name had been painted over.  On the
fantail now was the name “Direwolf’s Howl”. 
“It would appear that your father’s prowess had touched the Summer Islander’s. 
I am impressed” Dany told her softly and squeezed her hand again.
Arya felt a warm rush sprint through her body.  She loved Dany for saying
that.  It fed her childish dreams of them somehow becoming lovers.  Of having
Arya at Dany’s side as her Queen.  The young princess sighed with her pleasant
thoughts.
They landed on the docks and was given a brief and concise report by the
harbormaster and by the Pentos admiral leading this flotilla.  Dany thanked
them for their professionalism and made note that they would be remembered in
the peace.  Arya thought the men’s chests would explode they were puffed up
so.  Yes, the Queen had the whole realm around her little finger.  Arya had
chuckled at the consternation of the men seeing Nymeria gambling around on the
dock marking her new territory and nearly looking men in the eye with her
golden intelligent orbs.
They had taken to the air again.  The Queen circled the harbor pointing out the
various ship types.  She showed Arya the backbone of the fleet:  the Trireme. 
She told Arya the name denoted the number of banks of oars on each side of the
ship.  The fleet had a healthy proportion of Quinquereme which carried a total
crew of 420, 300 of whom were rowers, and the rest marines. The heaviest vessel
was a hexareme. This ship was fast going forward but not all that
maneuverable.  These ships were to be used as the fleet flagships.  This class
of ship could ram and sink any vessel. 
There were lighter vessels such as the liburnians and the hemiolia, both swift
types invented by pirates, were also adopted as scouts and light transport
vessels.  One of these would transport the admiral to the hexareme named the
Devil’s Bride.
The Dany showed Arya the Cogs and other merchant ships that were carrying the
troops and material for war to her North.  The Queen pointed out carracks and
caravels.  The ships able to move from five hundred to fifteen hundred tons of
supplies.  The queen wanted plenty of stables to feed her armies.  There would
be no foraging off the land turning the populace against her.
The Queen had made a study of past campaigns in Westeros and Essos and found
that the populace could turn quickly on even a friendly army if that army was
stripping the land bare of staples, wood and raiding homesteads. If an army
most consume the land they were fighting for, what did that accomplish the
Queen asked Arya rhetorically?  You could not destroy what you were fighting to
preserve.
The Queen was also transporting all the combat gear and items for the
construction of siege warfare.  Dany had assured Arya she had no plan to use it
on the cities.  She may need it at the Wall for some reason that she could not
currently foresee.  Arya was so impressed with how Dany planned for all
conceivable possibilities.  In her studies that Dany was insisting she do, Arya
had seen so many campaigns had been lost for not fully thinking through all the
possible tactical scenarios.  It reminded Arya of the saying of losing the
kingdom for want of a nail for a horseshoe.
The other large truth the Stark Princess had learned in her studies was to
arrive at a battlefield in prime condition.  So many battles had been lost
because forces arrived on the battlefield exhausted and were immediately thrown
into combat.  Combat they were too exhausted to fight and win.  She could see
that Dany would not make those mistakes.
The Queen constantly assured Arya she trusted Eddard but also made clear she
had to plan for any contingency.  Arya assured her she understood.  The Queen
had conquered Essos so fast with his exact thinking.  Her father was great. 
She knew it from firsthand experience.  Dany only knew from second hand
accounts. When Dany met her father she would understand.
They had then flown over Blackwater Bay to Blackstone and then back to King’s
Landing.  Each harbor was well organized and functioning to the highest level. 
The Queen’s foresight and planning was paying off.
Unfortunately, Arya had had her wings figuratively and in some ways literally
clipped.  Both Syrio and Barristan were waiting for the Queen when she
returned.  They immediately set into berating Dany in front of Arya.  Arya did
not like that.  Not one bit.
Arya felt her blood run hot and her gaze go red.  No one attacked her Queen. 
Arya may not be Dany’s lover but she felt like it in her heart.  She longed for
and would defend the woman she loved.  Dany saw her getting agitated.  The
Queen smiled softly at Arya and motioned subtly for her to calm down.  Arya
immediately calmed.  Her Dany as always was in total control of the situation.
Her two sword masters told Dany that Arya needed as much time with them still
as possible.  Arya needed to practice relentlessly and work on her conditioning
even more to be ready to serve Daenerys as a sword in the upcoming campaign.  A
sword worthy of being part of her inner guard.  Dany listened to them cocking
an eyebrow at times.  The Queen was nonplussed with their arguments.  Arya was
so pleased inside that Dany was willing to endure their wrath to have Arya with
her.  It was obvious Dany enjoyed and sought out her company as friends.  Arya
longed for so much more.
Arya knew her sword masters were right.  Six days ago it was like something had
come together inside of Arya.  All the training she had been doing, all the
relentless practicing and intense sword work with her sword masters and Dany
had paid off.  Her sweat and toil was rewarded.  Her teachers saw it too and
redoubled their efforts further teaching their charge.
It was like everyone else started to slow down.  Arya felt like she was moving
with a speed and grace that others could only dream of achieving.  She was
starting to feel like she was born for the sword.  She had done her early
morning exercises and stretches feeling invigorated and full of power and
strength.  She worked to control her growing awareness of her rapidly
increasing prowess.
Arya’s father would have admonished her to not get too “cocky and
overconfident”.  Still Arya smirked remembering her new prowess.
When she had gone up against Barristan that morning she had suddenly been able
to move to the attack.  She registered the surprise in Barristan.  His face
went to a grim resolve and Arya felt his full strength and prowess for the
first time.  Before Barristan had seemed like jerky lightening moving so fast
she had trouble even tracking.  Not now.  Now she could easily follow his steps
and complicated sword strokes.
She held her own. She blocked and parried and then went on the attack and had
Barristan actually backing up and pivoting to the sides disengaging to come at
her again as she followed.  He would suddenly put her on the defensive but now
she was able to again gain the advantage and put Barristan back on defense. 
Her sword strokes and mastery of her body balance and engrained muscle memory
allowed her to attack and defend easily now.
Barristan used sheer savagery of his broadsword to keep Arya to one sword. 
With Barristan, Arya saw she would always need two hands on her broadsword. 
Her father would be the same.  Their sheer skill and power would demand it. 
She had come to wonder how many others had such prowess.  Dany was her equal
for sure.  She had heard there was a tall woman named Brienne of Tarth that may
be in her class.  She was the wife of Jamie Lannister.  She wanted to see for
herself!
With Syrio she was able to use both swords since his technique did not involve
sheer power.  Arya was able to attack with her left hand her wooden bastard
sword slashing and jabbing forward in less than the blink of an eye.  With her
needle wooden sword she blocked and parried Syrio’s sword keeping it at bay and
attacking with her main sword.  He was on the defensive constantly but he would
suddenly do a new move or step that was unexpected and put Arya on the
defensive for a minute until she again used her two swords to keep Syrio
parrying and side stepping and back in defensive position.
With Dany she felt she was her equal almost.  Several times Arya had Dany off
balance.  She immediately pulled back to let Dany recover.  The Targaryen woman
immediately sensed this.  The Queen had stormed at her to press the attack. 
The Queen needed Arya to always press the attack.  Even if in practice, if Arya
let up she might make that mistake in real life combat.  Dany urged Arya to
press forward.  She needed to fight as hard as she could with the Queen.  Dany
explained to Arya that only by pressing Dany could Dany improve her own sword
work and defense.
Arya just found it hard to fight the Queen!
She had reluctantly agreed.  The Queen fought her like a whirlwind her sword
coming from all angles.  Arya pressed her attack and pushed Dany back and
landed a few strikes.  The Queen landed a few of her own.  The smile on her
face fighting Arya made Arya feel so good.  Dany did not have an ego that
prevented her from being truly tested.  It only made Arya love her more.
So now she was practicing harder than ever it seemed.  Barristan especially
wanted to fight her constantly.  She had gotten pissed yesterday as to why he
felt the need to push her again and again.  He then calmly told her that if she
could fight against him to a standstill or defeat him then all others would be
so much easier to fight.  He wanted her to get used to his savagery so when she
fought others they would seem like children to her.  That made Arya feel guilty
for feeling any anger to her sword master.  He only had her best interest in
mind.
Then she could use both her swords no matter the weapon she fought against. 
She would be able to fight any foe.  That thought had made Arya want to
practice more and more.  She was becoming worthy to be at Daenerys side. 
Worthy of her Queen.  She wanted Dany to see her as a great sword fighter and
worthy to be by her side.  In her dreams that respect would lead to so much
more.
Her masturbatory dreams were filled of Dany coming to her as equal warriors and
making long hot passionate love.  Her seeing Dany masturbating before Nymeria
had definitely ratcheted up her the details of her desires.  She now knew the
intimate details of the Queen’s luscious body.  Gods Dany fucked herself so
hard and deep.  Her screams deafening.  How she longed to be the one making
Dany scream in harrowing orgasms.
She did miss Dany when she was away on her dragons meeting with the Lords doing
her bidding.  Her ability to meet them instead of only using Ravens gave her
command much greater impact and interacting with the woman directly instilled
even greater loyalty and desire to do her bidding.  This war effort was truly
uniting the continent behind the young Queen.
She missed Dany rubbing liniment into her shoulders too.  When Dany was
practicing with her she always made sure to rotate her left shoulder and
grimace.  Dany was quick to rub the liquid into her shoulder to help ease a
pain that was not there but Arya would never tell her that. She soaked in each
touch of the Queen.  Arya knew she was being less than honest but she craved
Dany’s touch too much to stop.
The Queen had not again asked for Arya to put liniment on her shoulders.  Arya
had wondered a few times about that whole incident.  She had masturbated too
many orgasms since then letting her hands wonder to the queen’s beautiful firm
breast and slipping into her breeches and finger fucking Dany to screaming
orgasms.  She would have Dany’s body all oiled up and her hands roaming over
her body.  Her hands kneading her high firm breast.  Her left hand sneaking
down a gasping belly to sink two and then three fingers into Dany’s snatch and
fucking her to screaming orgasms.
Arya now knew exactly who Dany’s body looked in orgasm.  Gods it was so
beautiful.  Dany gave herself to totally to her orgasms just like Arya.  There
was no holding back as both woman pushed their bodies to get the maximum
pleasure from their masturbation.  Again, the Queen was so perfect for Arya. 
The Queen was a slut just like Arya.  Arya got dreamy thinking of the two of
them wrecking their bed every night
Playing it back in her mind, the Queen requesting Arya work her shoulder, she
sometimes thought the Queen had wanted her hands to stray but Arya discounted
that idea.  She was the Queen.  A strong vibrant ruler.  If she desired Arya
she would let her know.  Dany was so forward with her commands and giving
directives.  She had not given Arya any queues so Arya knew that the Queen’s
interest and desires lay elsewhere.  The Queen would not be subtle with her
would she?  She was Queen.  She would let Arya know she wanted her in her bed. 
Wouldn’t she? 
No.  There had been no overtures.  The Queen only saw her as a royal hostage. 
One she had become good friends with but only that.  Arya could only feel
sadness at this but was willing to take what she could get from the Queen.  She
would take her comradery and any niceties she could from the woman.
Arya worshiped the ground the Queen walked on.  Gods she wanted to make love to
her so bad!
This was only reinforced with Arya now bathing in Dany’s royal chambers.  She
was so smitten to be bathing in the Queen’s chambers.  Recently, Dany had
started putting large floral arrangements in her chambers. The perfume of the
exotic flowers intoxicating.  The flowers were so lovely.  Of course their
beauty paled compared to that of Daenerys Targaryen.
Arya had been able to steal quick glimpses of the Queen’s body when she
disrobed to take her bath.  She did not want to seem unseemly forward so made
absolutely sure to hide her leering.  The woman was not shy about her body. 
Arya could understand fully why Dany felt this way.  She was perfection come
down from the heavens to walk about the Earth.  Perfection was personified in
the Queen’s body.  Her bosom so high and firm but still jiggled so prettily
when she walked. Her ass cheeks flexed with each step as she walked into her
bathing chamber.
Arya’s pussy was so wet just looking at the Queen.  Arya had controlled her
lust though.  She felt ashamed for stealing looks at the Queen’s body and
lusting after so.  She could not help it!  She wanted the Queen so bad! 
Anyways what were a few stolen glimpses compared to her naughty Dirty Warging
at night in the Queen’s quarters.
Arya knew she did not have a chance with the woman.  Dany’s whole body exuded
sexual allure.  Arya’s body was definitely not in Dany’s class.  Arya would
fume when looking at her body in Dany’s mirror.  She did not have a rump to
speak of.  She had heard it called a “money maker”.  Arya would have died
destitute.  Her breast gotten confused when they had bloomed on her chest with
puberty.  Her breast and nipples seemed to have become lost and one became the
other.  They were, well, weird.  Her breast barely there but capped with plum
sized nipples when Arya was aroused.
They were so sensitive though.  She loved plucking and squeezing them with her
spit soaked fingers.  Her whole body would seize up with fierce pleasure when
she played with her nipples.  She knew the Queen saw her nipples with her sheer
tops she wore for sword practice.  That saddened Arya.  She was sure the Queen
would not find her bosom desirable.  They were just too weird. 
She really wanted to masturbate in the Queen’s bath but she was not a quiet
girl when she masturbated.  She was a screamer.  Arya sighed again.  She was
sure the Queen would think she had sat on a porcupine if she heard the way she
shrieked in orgasm.  Of course now that Arya thought about it Dany was a
screamer in her own right.  Would the queen want a genteel and proper woman in
her lovemaking?  No loud screams or cursing from a woman of virtue.  Was that
what Dany would want?  Arya guess she could control herself but it would take
so much away from her enjoyment of her orgasms.  Arya simply needed to scream
in her orgasms!
Arya contended herself in getting what she could from the Queen.  She hoped to
become her loyal Queensguard.  She would have to live with dreams of what might
be.
Today the Queen had not taken to the air on Drogon.  She had no small council
meeting and only a short audience with supplicants.
The day had been one of relaxing and taking a break from training and from the
Queen spending all her time and efforts preparing for war.
They had gone to the open tree lined green sward by the Guildhall of the
Alchemists to enjoy time shooting arrows and do sword practice in the open
spaces and not in the walled in spaces of the Red Keep.  The two young women
enjoying the warm sunshine on their skin.  The feel of the breeze blowing over
them and ruffling their hair.  Dany had woven in twenty of her silver bells to
tinkle in the breeze.
Arya smirked.  Her Queen was always playing to the public.  The silver bells
highlighting her snow white hair.  The soft tinkle of chimes almost giving Dany
a fiery air about her.  The Queen allowed her subjects to throng the square to
watch her.  Her Unsullied kept them far enough way to give the Queen protection
but allowed the populace to get as close as possible to be near their
sovereign. 
Arya had felt pride in the people watching her and Dany practice and holding
their own against their two male sword maters.  They were able to do more than
hold their own.  They were able to advance on the sword masters.  They were
able to advance and “defeat” Dany’s Bloodriders and against Strong Belwas. 
Defeats and wins did not truly matter in Dany’s inner circle.  All were out to
enjoy the air and bright warm sun.
The practice had been light actually.  This was about enjoying their training
and giving the people of King’s Landing something to talk about.  Seeing the
marital prowess of the Queen’s inner circle. 
Missandei had come also to enjoy the sunlight with them. She had brought
Shadowclaw with her of course.  Missandei’s cat was with her all the time like
Arya’s direwolf was with Arya.  Nymeria and Shadowclaw were running around the
expanse of the green sward.  Nymeria barking and snapping at the caracal. 
Nymeria would try to trip up the cat who was running at break neck speed first
one way and then another.  The cat’s tall ears twitching as she ran.
The feline would suddenly change directions almost ninety degrees at times. 
Nymeria would be tearing up grass trying to change directions on the fly like
the caracal.  Several times the large Direwolf would be tumbling over and over
on the ground like a broken wagon.  Nymeria’s body would flip up into the air
and hit the ground tumbling.  The hard impacts of her rolling body had the
direwolf yelping until her momentum was spent.
She would right herself shaking her head.  The great Direwolf shaking her head
her jaws snapping in frustration.  The she would howl and again was tearing off
after the cat.  Sometimes she was able to trip up the cat.  The Direwolf would
then track down the cat and put her forelimbs over the twisting cat and lick it
as the cat mewled and squirmed with its fur soon wet and matted down from the
wet licking tongue.
Soon the cat was purring and stretching out its front legs. The cat luxuriating
in the tongue bath.  Nymeria made sure to lick the inside of the caracal’s ears
and the fur tuffs.  The cat purred and rolled onto her back to get her tummy
licked too.  The direwolf obliging with long wet tongue licks.
Then, Nymeria would get up.  Shadowclaw would twist around and wonder where her
tongue bath had gotten too.  Seeing that Nymeria was sitting on her haunches
staring down at her the caracal would get up and bat Nymeria’s nose with her
footpads.  Then Shadowclaw would take off again with the mighty wolf in hot
pursuit.  This went on throughout their time in the large open green square.
Several times Shadowclaw would tire and Nymeria would sit down on her haunches
until the caracal got its wind back.  The cat lying on its side would swipe the
large foot of the direwolf.  The cat would grab the forepaw with its paw and
drag its body forward.  The caracal then gnawed on the wolf’s foot. Nymeria
looked down benevolently.  The great Direwolf licked the head of the purring
cat.  When Shadowclaw had her breath and strength back she would run off with
the wolf growling after the cat again.
In the early afternoon a long wagon train came from the keep and setup up
tables that were loaded full of picnic type fare.  Various types of sandwiches,
finger foods, large bowels of salad and displays full of hard boiled and
deviled eggs.  Large bins full of various leafy greens and all the condiments
you could think of.  Tubs full of various vegetables set out.  Big pots of
broiling soups were put out with ladles to dip out the savory soups.
Barrels of tea, water and light beer were set out for liquid refreshment.
The Queen announced the fair was for all.  A large cheer went up as people ran
off to get their friends and family members to come in enjoy the repast.  The
long lines of setup tables loaded heavily with food.  The common man and woman
lining up to have all the food and drink they could eat.  The Queen announced
there would be enough food for all.  A big roar for the Queen went out by the
gathered common folk.
Again Arya marveled at Dany’s touch.
As Arya nibbled on a deviled egg and ate collard greens she watched the caracal
climb up a pear tree with Nymeria below up on her hind legs and forepaws on the
trunk barking furiously up at the cat.  The wolf hunkered down and jumped up
and tried to scramble up the limbs.  The wolf’s mighty paws found purchase and
she climbed up into the tree.  The wolf had a confident look on her face as she
prepared to catch her supposed nemesis.
Nymeria did not see that the cat leap to another tree.  Nymeria looked confused
when she no longer saw the cat.  The great Direwolf’s head twisted and turned
searching the branches and leaves for the cat.  Shadowclaw meowed from the
other tree.  Nymeria did a double take at the cat in the tree next to her
current tree.  She looked up confused and then tumbled down whining and ran to
the other tree barking furiously up at the cat who meowed back down.
After a minute again Nymeria tried to climb up the new tree.  Her legs working
fiercely to get her up into the limbs and foliage.  The wolf worked furiously
to get up at the cat not noticing the cat working its way down on the other
side of the trunk until she jumped down onto the ground.
The cat looked up at the long bushy tail wagging as Nymeria barked furiously up
into the tree. 
Shadowclaw hunched down and leapt up high and gripped Nymeria’s tail with paws
and bit gently into the tail.
Nymeria yipped and then turned her head and barked in dismay seeing the caracal
on her tail. The cat let go and tore off as Nymeria came crashing out the tree
and landed on the ground and took off after the cat.
That was this afternoon.  Now it was evening and Arya was in Dany’s room for
the almost nightly Clatch of Confidents meeting.  Today had been a slow day and
little needed to be went over.  The meetings lasting two to three hours.  The
Confidents eating their dinner meal in Dany’s quarters.  It was a time to go
over the day’s issues and issues facing the realm as they ate and then
afterwards talked of current events.  It was also a time for the inner circle
to further the bonds of friendship.
They had eaten and Strong Belwas was tucked in and snoring on his chair before
the fire his head cocked over and drooling slightly with a beatific smile on
his face his belly full of locust and his favorite cheese dip.  He had made his
usual mess ‘accidently’ dropping locusts for Shadowclaw and Nymeria to snatch
up and happily munch on.  All the time the eunuch moaning and groaning how
famished and overworked he was.
When he had fallen asleep Dany, Andi and Arya had put blankets over his round
belly and tucked up underneath his chin and made sure to cover his feet.  He
would sometimes open his eyes blearily and smile at them.  His smile so
innocent it made Arya’s heart pitter patter.  It was the look that a loving
child gave his mother.  She realized that they were Strong Belwas’s mothers. 
He had finally found people to love and spoil him.  Something she doubted he
had ever experienced before in his hard life.  Arya was happy to help bring
happiness into his life.
Nymeria was laying out perpendicular to the fire her long tail over the eunuch
feet that were on the sloped down portion of the divan.  She was lying on her
side her back warmed by the roaring fire.  Nymeria’s snout twitched and jerked
while her feet moved in restless motions.  She was no doubt still chasing
Shadowclaw in her sleep.
Said cat was splayed on the great direwolf’s ribs her claws hooked into the
wolf’s fur to keep her in position.  Her own limbs spread out in a spread eagle
as the cat slept peacefully.  Arya had laughed watching the cat kneed her
wolf’s fur making her bed.  The great wolf had merely watched her with sleepy
eyes and woofed lightly before lowering her head again to go to sleep.
Arya smiled at how well the two animals got along.
There was a knock at the door and Arya watched a man and woman enter the room. 
She could see they were lovers who were very familiar with each other.  They
had their arms around each other in a clear sign of affection.
They talked and greeted the other people in the room before Dany brought them
to Arya.  She introduced them as Bronn and Shae. 
Bronn was definitely rough hewed with a stubble of beard and unkempt shaggy
dark hair.  He was lean with an angular face that made him look wolfish.  The
woman, Shae, was short and very pretty, with large dark eyes and black hair.
She was quite young and Arya felt inferior to her beauty.  She looked nervously
at Dany and was relieved to see her looking at her only.  Arya felt much
better.  Dany only had eyes for her!  Arya just wished those looked at her with
longing and desire.
Bronn had walked over to Tyrion.
“You ready to lose some money Tyrion.  I feel lucky tonight dwarf.  Tonight the
gods are smiling on me!”
“You suck at poker Bronn and by the way so do you Shae” was Tyrion’s smug
reply.
Shae flipped Tyrion the bird and blew a raspberry at the dwarf.
“I feel my luck changing Dwarf!” the beautiful woman boasted back.  Shae
shimmed her shoulders making her breast swish against the sheer fabric of her
tight top.  Tyrion eye’s glazed over with lust.  “I have two pair right here!”
Shae announced pointing at her swaying breast.  Tyrion glared at the woman
muttering.
Arya laughed softly at the spectacle.  Even though they were arguing and
bickering with each other she could see the affection between the three
persons.
Tyrion offered to teach Arya how to play the game but Arya felt her body warm
when Dany stepped in immediately and said that she would show Arya how to play
the game and give her pointers.  She told Tyrion she was his better anyways. 
Tyrion had crowed that the night would show just who was the master.  He
assured Arya he was the unquestioned master of poker in the Red Keep.  Dany had
snorted at that.
The Queen moved to get beside Arya.  “I feel it is my royal responsibility to
teach our Arya Stark the subtleties of the game.” Dany pronounced haughtily
Four hours later Daenerys was in a surly mood.  Tyrion was in a not much better
mood with his arms crossed and glaring across the table at a certain “novice”.
It seemed Arya had an extreme run of “beginner’s luck” with a large pile of
chips in front of her.
She had told Dany two hours ago she understood how to play the game now and
struck out on her own.
Soon Deanery’s stack of chips had been decimated by her royal hostage.
She and Tyrion both sulked while the “royal hostage” beamed at her ever growing
stack of chips.
“I’m a natural!”
Tyrion crossed his arms and kicked his legs up and down on his chair.
Daenerys mumbled and then whined.
 “It’s no fucking fair!”
Arya sat back in her seat and beamed at all around her.  She was a bad ass!
Dany whined even louder.
 
Jaime
The old carriage went down the lane that led from Shadybough that was five
miles below Evenfall Hall.  Shadybough was a small hamlet that had nearly fifty
homesteads that were mainly subsistence farmers for their families.  They
shared in working in communal plots.  The communal plots of land were tilled by
the homesteaders to produce various melons for the various restaurants on the
shores of Tarth. 
The farmers took turns working the communal plots working every fifth day for
several hours on a rotational basis. With all the families participating the
fields were well maintained.  Weeds plucked, bugs controlled, plants watered
when necessary and mulch applied to keep the plants thriving.  The crops were
bountiful.  The proceeds shared amongst the homesteads.  The fair weather
allowed crops to be grown ten out of the twelve months when the long winters
had not set in. 
The fields were now full of the ripe second crop of various melons planted for
the season.  The fields filled with fruit of their labors.  When one looked out
over the plots one saw watermelons, mellons, cantaloupe, white honeydews and
galia melons.  Their orange, yellow, beige and white circles in the fields
meant sweet meals and money in their pockets.  This was the hamlet’s
specialty.  The growing of various melons.  Other staples were grown for fresh
vegetables for the hamlet but the money crop was the various melons.
The melons brought cash from businesses and were battered with other hamlets
that specialized in raising other vegetables, fruit trees or livestock for meat
or diary.
Jaime looked at the fields as he handed up Breanna and Brandon to his wife
Brienne.  She had gotten in the carriage to take their children.  His children
squealed and laughed as he gave them to their mother.  They always enjoyed
going down to the beach.  They sat down on Brienne’s knees facing away from
their mother.  Brienne started softly jerking her knees up and down.  This
produced an easy bumping motion that had the children holding onto her muscled
knees.
Jaime’s children giggled and whooped saying ‘giddy up’ and lifted one hand up
and circled it in the air “yeah, we are knights of the realm!”  The little now
three old boy and girl called out.  Their beaming smiles so radiant and full of
happiness.  Jaime reflected back to his childhood.  To begin with he and Cersei
had been as happy.  It did not start to go bad Jaime could see now until Cersei
was denied her heart’s desires to be treated like Jaime. That she wanted to be
a warrior just like her twin brother.  That had been the start of troubles in
House Lannister.  Tyrion’s birth had only fueled that.
Jaime assumed that his children would want to take up the sword with two
knights in the house.  He would encourage both of his children in whatever
their endeavors may be.  If Breanna wanted to be a warrior so be it.  If she
wanted to marry the miller’s son … or daughter he would support it.  If Brandon
wanted to be a miller good.  A diplomat in Dany’s service all the better.  Only
their happiness mattered to him.  He would not make the errors of Tywin
Lannister.  He would not make the errors he had made with his first set of
children.
His father’s damn insistence that only one’s House name mattered had ruined his
father and nearly ruined his children.  Thank the gods it seemed that the seven
gods had given both him and his sister a second chance to do things over.  To
get it right the second time.  He only prayed he got it right with his second
chance.  He had heard the rumors of Cersei marrying Obara Sand.  He now said a
prayer for his sister’s future happiness.
He climbed up into the carriage.  He and his wife refused to use the royal
carriage that Brienne’s father had tried to supply to them.  Selwyn Tarth could
not understand why his daughter and son-in-law wanted no part of the trappings
of Lordship.  They chose instead to use the carriage service of old Aden
Phyre.  He had two old nags that were sweet tempered.  Selwyn Tarth’s daughter
and son-in-law had no use for the tapestry of royalty.  They craved a simpler
life.  They wanted to live with the common man and live their common touch. 
With Jamie’s past he needed that.  He wanted no more parts of his past life and
the horrors it had brought him.
Jaime and Brienne knew that hard decisions would need to be made when her
father passed on.  Hopefully, that would be many, many years into the future. 
The man was still hale and strong.  He was a wise and just ruler.  Long may he
reign Brienne would say and Jaime whole heartedly agreed.
Jaime always gave the old horses some sugar cubes when they pulled up to the
walkway to their cottage.  The horses’ ears flicked in anticipation their lips
rippling.  Jaime laughed at the horses’ memories of the treats awaiting them at
the Tarths.  Jaime and Brienne took turns giving the horses their treats so the
horses would take a liking to both of them.  They patted and combed their
fingers through their manes.  The horses shook their heads in pleasure.  Jaime
smiled.  He liked being gentle with all around him now.  His wife and children
were bringing out the best in himself.  Jaime liked it.
He still sometimes woke up at night unsettled.  Half remembered dreams that
upset him.  His memories of past horror still at times waked him with sweat
soaking his body.  Only Brienne’s comforting arms could bring him peace.  He
felt safe with her love and her adore for him.  Jamie Lannister had finally
discovered simple pure love.  Cersei’s love had always come with a price. 
Jamie could now see both his and his sister’s faults.  He longed to atone for
his past failures.
Aden would whisk his leads getting the horses in motion for the thirty minute
journey down from the foothills to the west coast of Tarth.  They enjoyed the
soft jostling of the carriage.  Jaime always remembered to inquire of Aden on
how he was doing “How is life treating you cuz?” Jaime asked Aden his customary
question.
“I am doing well Jaime of Tarth.  How are those two bundles of trouble doing?”
“They are being their mischievous selves.  You know taking after their mother”
Jaime said with a smirk as his sweet beautiful wife glared at him and he smiled
back with a smug look.  He loved tweaking his wife in public.  She always
glared or blushed at him and then fucked him to complete exhaustion in
retaliation.  He could live with that.  He waggled his eyebrows at his wife and
held up his first two slightly separated fingers and licked up and down between
them.  Brienne blushed furiously.  Jamie smirked again.  Gods he loved going
down on Brienne’s sweet wet pussy.  Its heat and wetness heavenly on his face
and her cum so sweet as it gushed out her spamsing cunt as she wailed in hard
orgasm.
Brienne continued to blush mightily.  Jaime laughed.  His children turned to
look at their mother who only blushed more.  “Are you hot mommy?” Breanna asked
seeing her mother’s flushed face.  Brienne tried to explain her flush away as
Jamie chuckled at her.  Brienne glared at him and then smiled softly.  Yes,
tonight would be very entertaining Jamie thought to himself.  His cock jumped
in happy anticipation.  Gods Brienne sucked dick so good and did deep throat
like a Lysian whore.  He loved cumming in her throat underneath her Adam’s
apple as she choked on his spurting cock.  Yes tonight would be hot and nasty.
They moved down to the coast.  Jaime enjoyed the sights as he always did.  The
tree boughs overlapped the roadway their limbs intertwined forming a canopy of
green.  The wind gentle and warm making the leaves rustle.  He heard birds
chipping and warbling.  He would see brown arrows with colored markings
flitting in and out the boughs taking meals to their crying chicks.  The sounds
of cicadas loud in the air.  A few colorful butterflies flitted down the green
magical tunnel.
Jamie always felt like this was some magical tunnel that lead to fantastical
lands.  He closed his eyes and felt the breeze on his face.  He enjoyed the
soft subtle motions of the carriage and the soft nickering of the horses.  He
heard rustling and opened his eyes.  He saw his daughter crawling off her
mother and moving unsteadily on the floorboard of the jerking carriage towards
him.  He held out his arms to his smiling child.
Jaime helped Breanna climb up his leg and she stood up beside him on the seat
bench.  She stuck her tongue out at Brandon who was scooting off the other
bench he and his mother were sitting on.  The jostling carriage making his gate
unsteady as he stumbled over to Jaime.  Brandon started to climb up but fell on
his butt with an umpf.
Breanna looked down at her brother gnawing her lip until he got back up and
started climbing up his father’s leg after his sister. She squealed and stuck
her tongue out again.  Back and forth the happy twins worked around the
carriage as their parents looked on happily.
Jaime for the countless time thanked the gods for Brienne and their children
and his second chance to be a husband and father.
They had started to visit the coast twice a week, sometimes thrice, three
months ago.  They had received a raven from the Queen.  She spoke some of the
preparation for war with the North though Jaime and Brienne could read between
the lines.  She was up to something.  They both had knowledge of Eddard Stark
and could not see that man committing treason. 
Jaime had been afraid she was going to ask him or him and Brienne both to join
her on her quest to the North.  Instead she had asked them to keep an eye on a
new restaurant that had just opened there on Tarth.  It was the Sapphire Isle
Seaside Grille.  The queen said that the owners were very important to her. 
That alone had Jaime and his wife’s curiosity peaked.  They had so see who
these “very important” persons were.
They had taken their children down to the shore the next week.  They had been
very pleased by what they found there and had been regular customers since. 
Jaime was afraid he might need to hire a smith to make a new suite of armor if
he continued to eat there the food was so good. He was sure his daily sparring
sessions with Brienne would see that did not happen.  That and at night fucking
his sweet wife repeatedly.  Their trysts of hot nasty sex so satisfying.  Gods
Brienne was so athletic and demanding in bed.  Her sweet shy demeanor
disappearing when the fuck hunger was burning in her veins.
Aden dropped them off in front of the restaurant.  Jaime took his children from
Brienne and watched his wife easily jump down.  She would never accept a hand
to get down.  She stood looking around and Jaime felt smug knowing that she was
looking for any troublemakers to protect her husband.  Jaime found it was nice
to be taken care of like this.  Few dared call him Kings Slayer anymore.  Many
a man had lost teeth from his wife’s knuckles for the mistake of saying that in
front of her.  He had no problem with his wife kicking anyone’s ass in defense
of his supposed honor.
It warmed his heart with how the Queen had laid to rest the taint of
Kingslayer.  She had fully forgiven Jamie.  She had told Jamie by raven she
would work to curb the slur in King’s Landing.  All in her service would
correct any who spoke the slur.  They would be given the true reasons why he
killed Daenerys Targaryen’s father.  Over time the call of Kingslayer would
lessen.  Brienne would take care of matters till then.
Jaime paid the man handsomely for his service of his excellent cab.  They would
eat at the eatery and then do some shopping and go down to the beach.  The man
would see if could find any local business while he waited for the Tarth’s to
be ready to head home in five or six hours.  As long as he was ready to take
his family home Jamie was happy for the man to earn some extra coin.  Jaime
genuinely like the man.
Jaime and Brienne had paid Aden well from the start.  Aden now had plenty of
money to keep his little cottage up and feed his three little pugs that enjoyed
their now high end repasts their father could afford to give them each night
now.  The man enjoyed the company of his fares with his sweet wife having died
ten years past.
Jaime and Brienne sat at table in the front of the establishment.  They were
sheltered from the sun by the blue awning that had medium white strips running
down the tarp like material.  The restaurant had special chairs designed for
toddlers and small children.  The seats and height of the chairs sized for
their bodies and sitting them up high and had special cutouts for their legs
and straps to keep them secure in the devices.   Kensye the mother of Laina
Baerley called them “high-chairs”.
Said mother came to them and made small talk as she took their orders.  The
children had cut corn on the cob, green beans and popcorn shrimp broiled. 
Brienne ordered broiled salmon and a baked potato with cheese and chives. 
Jaime had a surf and turf with a large fresh salad and hard boiled eggs diced
in.  The service as usual was exemplary. 
They heard Kelia calling out to Laina that she needed her help for a moment in
the kitchen.  The fish monger rose from her station she now shared with Grandin
Phyre who had arrived from King’s Landing three weeks ago.  They had made
enough to pay his fare to their new home.  He had worked with them at their low
end barely there business near the River Gate or the Mud Gate as it was more
commonly called.  They had had no resources to get ahead in that small run down
establishment. 
The two owners were about to bring Darran Stout from King’s Landing.  As their
business and profits grew they could now afford to take on this man who had
worked part time at their old establishment.  The owners knew and loved the
man’s work ethic and honesty.  They hoped to bring in the last two who had
worked part time in a month.  They would be working full time now and be welled
paid as they deserved to be.  They were about to start operating for dinner
cliental.  Business was doing very well.
Laina and Kelia wanted to help as many of their former co-workers as possible. 
Soon they would have brought all in from King’s Landing.  They wanted to help
them as the Queen had helped them.  The rest of the staff they were hiring from
people seeking employment and wanting to break into the restaurant business.
Husband and wife watched Laina hurry back to her wife.  Jaime and Brienne both
leaned over to look at the call out window between the inside restaurant and
kitchen.  Sure enough the two were snooging with Laina swooning as her wife
tried to remove her tonsils with her tongue. 
Finally, Laina’s mother had to break it up so Laina could get back to work at
her station and Kelia could cook.  The mother smiled at the two and their
obvious love for each other.  So did Jaime and Brienne.  They had no idea why
the Queen favored them but it was obvious they were thriving.
They saw Grahar working with his smile big on his face.  He was about forty
with the mind of a six year old.  He loved his work and they had him busing the
tables and taking food out of the kitchen.  The Tarth’s had been impressed to
learn that they had “adopted” the simple man and he lived on the first floor
with Laina’s mother.
The second week Jaime and his family had visited the man had tripped and
spilled his dishes and eating utensils out of his carrying box.  He had looked
so afraid and started to cry. It pulled at Jaime’s heartstrings.  He and his
wife started to get up as their children looked on from their high seats. 
The three women and their other employee Graige Mertyns had quickly moved over
to the sobbing man and worked to reassure him and helped him gather the
utensils and picked up the broken dishes.  They again and again patted him and
told him not to worry.  Grahar had sensed their love and forgiveness and the
radiant smile returned to his face.  He resumed his duties with his smile
firmly back in place.
Jaime and Brienne looked at each other.  These were genuine people.  The queen
had chosen to help good people. 
Laina and Grandin cut and gutted fresh fish that was delivered every other
hour.  Laina was a blur sucking oysters and clams while the man was a master at
preparing Geoduck Clams.  He would cut off the siphons that could be up to
three feet long and then cut open the shells to get at the meat on the inside.
The siphons then fried were quite tasty Brienne said.
They were enjoying their meal.  Jaime asked Laina how business was doing.  She
spoke to them her shaggy hair over her eyes did not hid the gleam in them. She
was in heaven she told them.  She had told Jaime and Brienne several time with
a dreamy look in her eyes how she had never thought that she would ever have
Keila in her life as her wife.  She was always certain that one day her noble
born parents would discover their daughter’s dalliance with her and marry her
off to some man far away for spit.  That fear had been permanently removed. 
Jaime and family continued to eat in contentment as he and his sweet wife
talked about this and that and how they needed to clean clothes when they got
back and make sure the corn rows were weeded.
“Well, well if it is not the King’s Slayer himself.”  Jaime looked at Brienne
who had gone from soft and smiling to hard and stone faced in an instant. 
Jaime motioned with his eyes for her to stay put.
He turned to look at the large man with a double headed battleax strapped to
his back.  He had a large beard and arms like tree trunks.  He was missing
several teeth but it only enhanced his ugly features.
“That be me cuz.  Now that we have introduced ourselves you can move on.”
“How much bravery does it take to run a sword through an old man from behind?” 
The man looked smug with his feeble humor.
Jaime made a motion of putting his finger tip to this chin a look of
concentration on his face.
“Not much really.”
“You got a smart mouth asshole.”
“Why thank you.”
Brienne started to get up.  Jaime motioned for her to sit down.  “Please sit my
dear.  We don’t need your knuckles all swollen up again.”
“You are a coward to have your woman do your fighting for you.  I ought to
sm—arrgggghhhhh!”
The man collapsed down to one knee.  His right leg was pinned to the ground
with a foot jammed in behind the knee and pressing in with brutal force. Two
small hands had fistfuls of the man’s long hair. The man tried to jerk his head
but the hands jerked the man’s head violently forward and back snapping the
man’s neck stunning him.
Jaime looked into the light grey eyes of a small teenage girl with hair pulled
back in a high ponytail and with several curled strands of hair hanging down on
each side of her head in front of her ears.  The girl had on a blouse with a
vest strung up over it and combat breeches and combat boots.  Her face in a
snarl. 
Jaime’s eyes went wide and he felt his balls shrivel.  Behind the girl stood a
monstrous Direwolf.  My gods Jaime thought!  They indeed are monstrous. 
Brienne had stood up and went to grab for her long dagger at her hip.
“That won’t be needed” came a calm voice they had heard before.
The Queen stepped out from behind the short woman being three inches shorter
than the fierce girl.
The Queen stepped up to the man that had his head jerked savagely to face the
Queen by the snarling girl.
Daenerys lowered her head to make hard eye contact with the man.  Her face
several inches in front of the man.
WHACK! 
The queen whipped her head forward head butting the man with savage force.  The
man cried out in pain and his eyes went unfocused.  He was definitely lightly
concussed Jamie judged.
“I am finally allowed to take Arya out with me on Drogon and you ruin it for
us.  Apologize to Jaime nicely or I will to have actually hurt you now.”  Jamie
looked at his Queen.  She had snark.  He liked Daenerys the more for it.
The stunned man slurred out an apology to Jaime with his eyes crossing from his
concussed state.
“Arya let the man up.”
The fierce brown haired teenager released her hold on the man. The Queen then
jerked the groggy man up off the ground and dragged him unceremoniously to the
entry door to the restaurant.  Then the Queen and her companion were through
the door still dragging the stumbling behind them.  The Queen jerked the large
man to the street and pushed him down it.  The man stumbled to his knees.  He
wobbly staggered up and started to move down the road in a nonlinear manner.
“Remember your manners next time or I will let Nymeria piss all over you!”
Daenerys sent the man off.  The man hurried down the road with Nymeria looping
behind the man her tongue hanging out drooling as the man kept looking over his
shoulder worriedly.  The Queen walked back to Jaime and Brienne’s table with a
soft smile for them and a loving smile for Arya.
Jaime and Brienne looked at each other.  The royal hostage, Arya Stark.  They
had heard of her and that the Queen was in love with her.  Now seeing them
together, it was obvious Daenerys was in love with the quiet Stark.  They
looked back at the Queen.
“Could you join us your highness.”
“Why thank you.”
They spent several minutes making small talk while the three women owners
fretted and looked anxious.
Finally, Kensye approached.
“Is-is all well my Queen?” with a fearful tone.
Daenerys smiled her most winning smile at the woman putting her at ease.
Daenerys called out the two young women.  The Queen introduced them to Arya
Stark and asked them how business was. The women quickly relaxed realizing that
the Queen had not come to end their fairy tale.
Daenerys and Arya ordered their fare and joined the Tarth’s at their table. 
The Queen was her usual charming self.  Arya was polite and gradually warmed up
to the strangers.
Jaime eyed the pair seeing how they often touched each other to make a point
and instinctively leaned into each other without realizing it.
Brienne touched his leg with her hand squeezing it.  Yes he saw it too.  Their
initial impression had been correct.  The Queen had fallen in love.
Their meal arrived and the owners doted and waited around the table until
Daenerys laughed and told them she did not need any more assistance than any
other of their customers.  “Please treat me like anyone else.”  The owners left
but Jamie watched them constantly checking to make sure the Queen had no wants
unfilled with their service and cuisine.
They all ate in easy comradery and gentle conversation.
The children finished and were let down. They gravitated to Daenerys and looked
at her white hair and purple eyes never seeing the like before.
“Stop being rude Bre and Bran” Brienne admonished the two staring children.
“Oh please Brienne—let them stare” Daenerys told Brienne.  She picked up
Brandon and handed him to a startled Arya while she picked up Breanna and put
her on her leg.  Arya followed suite unsurely.  The two young women laughed
bouncing the children on their knees.  The two children started to play with
the royal’s clothes and tug on their hair as they giggled.
Jaime and Brienne looked at each other again.  The Queen and her ‘royal
hostage’ would make excellent parents.
The great Direwolf came back looping lazily up to the table and stuck her
mighty head between Arya and Daenerys to have her ears scratched.  The two
women absently reached out do as requested by the huge wolf.  The wolf got a
look of pure contentment on her face.  The direwolf turned her head left and
licked Brandon’s face and then turned her head and licked Breanna’s face.  They
had looked slightly worried until they felt the Direwolf’s raspy tongue lick
their face.  Now her children were giggling and petting the massive wolf’s head
happily.  The wolf eating up the attention.
Jamie saw that his children were hooked.  He sighed knowing that they would be
demanding their own Direwolf at their home.  Like you could go out to the woods
and just find one.
Daenerys made eye contact with both Jaime and Brienne.
“I know you have heard I am about to move North to either quell rebellion or
fight the Ice King at the wall.”
Jaime was shocked that the woman spoke so frankly to them.  There was no
mention of the Ice King in the Queen’s missives to Brienne’s father which in
turn were related to his daughter and her husband.
The Queen gave them a brief summary of her knowledge and her plans.
“Are you hear to ask me and my wife to go with you to the North my Queen.  I am
your loyal subject and will go wherever you ask but I would ask—“
“Enough of that shit Jaime Lannister!”  Jamie sighed.  His sweet foul mouthed
wife had sensed what he was about to say.  Normally, Brienne was sweet and
placid until she felt Jaime was about to try and shelter her from harm he would
put himself in.
“I told you never to call me by that name Brienne.”
“Where you go I go!”
Jaime sighed.
Daenerys broke in “Yes I want you to come into my service but not as you
think.”
Brienne and Jamie looked at her with confusion.
“I have all the forces I need for the upcoming war.”  She saw both mighty
warriors bristle.  She held up her hand to forestall any rancor.  “What I mean
is that two more swords no matter how mighty will not sway events to the
North.”
“I am taking my most trusted swordsman with me to the North.  I need two swords
in King’s Landing I know I can trust to stand guard over my Small Council and
especially Tyrion your brother and Olenna.  I know I can trust you two with
their lives.  Will you go to King’s Landing and defend my realm from possible
sedition from within.”
“I will be leaving my rear weak to meet a menace that threatens the whole
realm.  That man called you King’s Slayer.  That was a lie.  You were Life
Saver.  Your actions prevented the murder of tens of thousands of innocents at
the hands of my mad father.”
“I know I can trust you to defend the realm no matter the cost.”
“Can I ask you and wife to forego for a time your idyllic life here?  I will
find someone to maintain your homestead in your absence.  I would love to have
your laughing children underfoot.  Come to King’s Landing.  The realm once more
needs your service Jaime Tarth and the equally mighty sword of Brienne of
Tarth.”
“Join me in defense of the realm.”
When she phrased it like that how could anyone refuse?  He looked at his wife. 
The barest tilt of the head and look of resolve was Brienne’s answer.
“We accept my Queen.”
“I would be honored to serve the great Breaker of Chains!” Brienne’s clear
soprano voice range out.
The other patrons were looking at them in awe.  They started to clap.  The
queen looked back at them with affection while her tablemates colored red in
embarrassment.
The owners tried to get the Queen to not pay but she refused to hear of it. 
She left the fare and a handsome tip.
The Queen and royal hostage left walking with their shoulders brushing. Why
they weren’t holding hands Jaime had no idea.  He saw Brienne smiling at him.
“Don’t worry husband.  They will consummate their love soon enough.  Looks like
we will be going to King’s Landing.”
Jaime sighed “So it would seem my dear wife.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Why in the world do you say that wife?”
“So we can go and make happy memories their sweet husband.  You deserve to go
there and be honored.”
“Yeah right” Jamie spoke in a sardonic tone.  No matter what the Queen said he
doubted he would ever be able to live down his past.  The lie had lived to
long.
“Trust me my husband. The Queen would not be having you to return to King’s
Landing if she did not mean to have your reputation restored.  We saw what just
happened to gap tooth.  Let us go and find our destiny Jamie of Tarth.”
Jamie had to admit when she put it like that it seemed like a pretty good
idea.  It had been a long time.  It would be nice to serve a King or Queen who
was actually worthy of the title.  Finally, Jamie understood what it meant to
serve someone who deserved such service.
Queen Daenerys Targaryen had two mighty new swords in her service.
 
Daenerys
Arya had become poetry in motion with her swords.  That was the only way that
the Queen could describe Arya with her swords now.  She used her broadsword
with her left hand meeting the slashes and thrusts of Barristan.  He had been
hammering her dominate hand for weeks building up her strength.  Even with his
age, his strength had not diminished one iota.  Daenerys knew.  Her arms often
ached after fighting him. 
Barristan was about strength and savage attacks and muscle memory to make
parries and blocks.  Daenerys was right handed pure and simple.  She could use
her left hand in a desperate move to get back to her dominate hand.  She had
tried to use her left hand but it was useless really.  She willed her hand to
strike but it was weak and uncoordinated.
This was not the case with Arya.  Syrio had first noticed that the girl while
weaker on her right hand side seemed to have the coordination and sense of her
left hand side.  Where the sword felt awkward in Daenerys left hand Arya was
comfortable with her right hand.  Barristan brought out a parchment and quill
and asked Arya to write her name with her right hand.  She did easily. 
When they asked her about how she could do that she told them she sometimes
liked to do things right handed just for the fun of it.  She had the ability
but had never really developed it.  That had now changed.  Barristan and Syrio
had her shooting her bow right handed and spending one hour using her right
hand as her dominate hand. 
All had been greatly impressed how quickly Arya developed her skills with her
right hand.  Barristan had Arya block his sword strikes with only her left
hand.  Her strength increasing quickly and dramatically.  When Barristan
attacked her when she used both hands on the hilt he had her meet his strikes
with equal force.  She surged into his strikes when head on only deflecting and
shunting to the side when it brought tactical advantage.
With one hand on her hilt Barristan trained her relentlessly to divert and use
his body’s force and momentum to shunt him off balance and deflect his attacks
as much as possible to the side.  He did not press the attack but trained Arya
to instinctively know how to meet his savage attacks.  Barristan’s speed and
strength had not diminished with age.  If anything his savvy and cunning had
only made him more dangerous.
His training had started to payoff.  She was now able to meet his attacks with
her left hand blocking and parrying his attacks. She used her broadsword to
blunt his attack and now needle in her right hand was counterattacking with
lightning speed with deadly thrust aimed at his head or heart or slashing that
would open his side.
Barristan met her attacks but the strange attack style had him cautious and on
the defense.  You almost never met a sword fighter who used both hands.  It was
said that Arthur Dayne was such a man.  When Arya fought Syrio now she had an
advantage.  With her two swords she had the Water Dancer on the defense.  His
defense blunted her attacks and shunted her off balance but with her second
hand now with a weapon on offense and her unnatural reflexes she met all his
counterattacks with attacks that countered his attacks.
Syrio was like a whirling dervish with his rapier lashing out and making sudden
thrusts but Arya would block all of them and lash back at him with her
broadsword followed with a timed thrust of her needle and have the water dancer
again leaping back in defense.
Daenerys enjoyed watching her Arya fight her sword masters to a draw.
She herself now found herself hard pressed fighting the girl.  She had railed
at Arya on her holding back.  Arya would demure and looked abashed but Daenerys
impressed on Arya that she needed her best in her service.
Daenerys explained to the Stark girl in an awkward stilted manner that she was
a poor sport and bad loser but to try and not take it personally.  Daenerys was
not egotistical but admitting any fault was so hard for her.  She wanted to
always win but she had long ago accepted that her talents were many but like
her brother Rhaegar she was gifted and talented in many things but not
supremely physically gifted in any one thing.  Thus, her brother’s defeat on
the Trident.
Daenerys saw that Arya needed encouragement in their fights against each other
and gave it. She shouted out good strike or counter when Arya unbalanced
herself and yesterday she had gotten through Daenerys defense to land a solid
strike on her right ribs.  It had stung like hell and made her stagger. 
Arya had cried out she was sorry but Daenerys held up her hand.  “Well done
Arya! With you by my side I will feel safe.  I may have to make you my
Queensguard”.
Daenerys had thrown it out as a light hearted rejoinder but she also did it as
a test.
She saw Arya’s chest swell and she told Daenerys she would be honored to be her
Queens Guard.  She had a big smile on her face for the rest of the practice and
she did not get through the Queen’s defenses. 
Arya’s skill, speed and strength was improving the Queen’s own skills.
Today Daenerys had blocked all of Arya’s attacks and actually put her on the
defensive several times.  Arya’s two sword defense was quite deadly.  One was
not used to being attacked by two blades at once!  She redoubled her attack
going after the smaller sword.  The lack of size and weight of that sword gave
Daenerys an advantage as Arya had to constantly side step to the right to bring
her broadsword into play to shore up the defense from that side that Daenerys
kept launching.
Syrio praised Daenerys profusely for figuring out a weakness to Arya’s attack
style.  That made Daenerys preen herself.
After the practice session Arya was rotating her left arm again.  It did not
bother her all the time but Daenerys always kept her stoppered bottle of
liniment oil ready.  She offered to rub it into Arya’s shoulders.  The girl
smiled gratefully and turned her back and lowered her blouse top enough for her
Queen to rub the oil she heated by rubbing her hands together. 
The girl relaxed and seemed to become boneless under the Queen’s hands. 
Daenerys hands ached to touch so much more of the girl.  She had learned her
limits.  She had practically thrown herself at the girl and she had not reacted
to the Queen’s overtures.  It had hurt being rejected like that.  Daenerys had
started to fool herself that the girl was feeling the attraction that the Queen
was feeling but that afternoon had convinced the Queen to stop wishing for the
impossible.
Daenerys reluctance to ever put a woman through what she had endured at
thirteen limited her actions.  She knew what it was like to have the sanctity
of one’s body violated.  The Queen found herself vacillating with Arya.  She
would be convinced the girl felt nothing for her one moment and then the next
she thought maybe she does want me but is too shy to fully show it.  The
Queen’s swinging emotions and lack of surety were keeping her in a conundrum. 
The Queen sighed.  If only the girl would give her clear signs and actions that
she indeed want the Queen’s advances.  Daenerys needed to be sure.  She did not
want to ruin any forming nascent feelings the girl may be forming for her. 
Arya would probably meet some dashing knight and tire playing the part of
Queen’s Guard knight in training.  She dug her strong fingers into the girl’s
shoulders and loosened the girl’s muscles as she leaned back into her hands. 
The girl obviously enjoyed the massage.  Daenerys could only wish that the girl
wished it was a prelude to seduction and lovemaking.
All too soon she had to stop touching the girl for she had worked all the
muscles loose.  Syrio felt like a run among the streets of King’s Landing and
took Arya along.  He was always working on Arya’s cardio making sure the girl’s
stamina was at elite levels.
Arya had seemed to want to stay with the Queen but Daenerys did not want to be
selfish of the girl’s time.  She felt it was very important for her to help the
girl become all she was meant to become.  She and the two sword masters agreed
that Arya was going to be their equal soon.  She had indeed inherited all of
her father’s skills and instincts with the sword.  With that innate ability had
come strength and reserves that matched Daenerys.  The Queen knew that
Barristan and Syrio had discussed her unnatural abilities but long ago accepted
them as destiny.  They had years ago accepted the same in their Queen.
It was nice to know that Arya had the same unnatural abilities.  Arya was so
perfect for her that it hurt the Queen sometimes.  She had always wanted since
she started her conquest a strong woman by her side.  A woman not hardened by
life and combat yet.  The Queen wanted a woman who was still capable of feeling
wonder and seeing the beauty of the world.
Arya was all those things.  The Queen knew she had to fight falling more deeply
in love with girl.  The girl did not feel the same emotions in return.  The
Queen had come to understand that for Arya she would challenge all for her
hand.  She sighed to herself.  The Queen had to stop fooling herself.  She was
already deeply in love the girl.
She had thought of the words of Tyrion.  Maybe Westeros would accept her right
to have a Queen as her consort.  For Arya she would indeed challenge and fight
the Houses to love her.  Daenerys paused in her thought.  It was a quandary. 
She would not destroy the realm like Robert had for Lyanna who she was sure did
not love him in return.  Would she go into exile for Arya?  No! She would make
the realm accept the right of people to marry whom they would like.  At that
time she would also establish the right of equal primogeniture.
If only Arya would give her a sign!  Daenerys knew she had to be very careful
with her emotions.  She could not let herself fall hopelessly in love with the
girl.  Why did she keep saying that when she already was.
The Queen reached over and got her oil to polish her sword to its deep blue
luster.  She started to pull her sword out its sheath.  The bright blue of the
Rune Sword springing to life.  She remembered this morning how she and Arya had
been rubbing Nymeria’s belly with their hard digging fingers.  The wolf’s head
lulling back and forth her tongue hanging out.  Arya looking up at her with
those grey eyes that were full of light and laughter.
Daenerys pulled her sword out thinking how beautiful Arya was and so full of
life.  Her sword glowed its ethereal blue ghostly glow.  The penumbra both
bright and yet almost fragile.  She looked down at her sword and gasped.  She
pulled the sword up looking at the runes and the two entwined ouroboros.  She
felt tears running down her cheeks.  It was too late. She was already deeply
and completely in love with Arya.  Her sword confirmed it.
She put the sword across her legs and started to work the oil into the metal to
give it the ultimate sheen.  Deanery’s tears fell down her cheek and onto the
blade to mix with the oil as she worked her cloth in small circles.
The runes that were visible when she pulled her sword from its scabbard now
danced sensually beneath her gaze.  The words of love that Rhaenys had spoken
to Visenya wavered and danced.  The motions both sensual and evocative to the
eye.  The ouroboros now danced and writhed around each other as the snakes did
a tight slithering mating dance.  Daenerys cried softly with how beautiful the
dance of ghostly ruins and snakes were.
Daenerys felt her shoulders shake with her silent sobs. She was thankful that
no one was there to see her distress.  The craftsman had been too great.  The
sword was perfectly tuned to her emotions.  Her love for Arya had brought the
runes fully to life. 
Daenerys had noticed of late out of the corner of her eye movement from her
sword when she polished it.  She often thought of myriad things when she
sharpened and polished her sword.  She thought of her coming campaign.  She
thought of the other matters facing her kingdom, all the problems she wanted to
tackle. She thought of Essos and how to reshape that land and fully replace the
horror of slavery.  She would also think of Arya.
When she would catch movement out of the corner of her eye and focus her
thoughts the runes would appear as normal.  Glowing strongly blue but with no
movement.  Her wondering and intertwined thoughts masked her heart.
The Queen closed her eyes and slowly suppressed her love for Arya.  Then
Daenerys focused on the problems facing her at the Wall and beyond.  She
focused on troop movements and shipping schedules. She thought of battle
tactics and her swordsmanship. 
Daenerys looked back down and saw that the runes were again still. She washed
away the subterfuge and let her love for Arya wash over her.  The runes
instantly started to shimmer and then dance with an alluring sensual sway.  The
ouroboroses again danced in their circle and now Daenerys saw how the bodies
slide one over the other the heads caressing the body of its mate.
Yes.  Daenerys Targaryen was madly in love with Arya Stark.
Later that day Daenerys was tense on the iron throne.  She had come to grips
that she was hopelessly in love with Arya. The girl did not feel the same way
towards her but she could not stop her love for the girl from the North with
the fire and the spirit of the wolf in her veins.
Daenerys could in time she felt find peace with that.  She would have too.  She
looked over and down at the ‘royal hostage’ as she stood with Barristan.  She
looked up at Daenerys and smiled and waved at the Queen.  Daenerys felt her
pulse hammer in her veins. God she loved that girl she freely admitted now.
She gnawed her lip.  Maybe I should actively woo her.  That would have to wait
till after the campaign in the North. She must achieve victory so there would
be a time to woo the girl. Gods could only hope that she might be at least a
little bit receptive and that Eddard Stark would not forbid it. 
She could not see him allowing it but she had to hope that the man was as noble
in the future of his children as he was with his realm and his governance.
Those were an issue for another day.  What had the Queen agitated was the
arrival of Donadhor Orlolis the representative of the Iron Bank.  He had signed
the registry seeking audience with the Queen.  His stated reason.  “To call in
the Queen’s personal loan.”
The Queen had given her pronouncements on the issues of her citizens making the
Iron Bank representative wait till last.
Daenerys had squirmed on the throne restlessly. She fretted and wondered what
in the world would be the demands of the Iron Bank.  Of course they would make
their demands known as she was preparing for war.  Daenerys squirmed on the
seat that seemed to be pricking her ass something fierce today!
Daenerys pinched her nose.  She rotated her head on a neck that had gone stiff
with tension and sighed.
“Send the Iron Bank representative in.”
As she waited she looked down at Arya.  She was talking to Barristan and to
Syrio who had join them.  He normally avoided the trappings of government but
he too wanted to hear the demands of the Iron Bank.
In the main throne doors stepped the Iron Bank personage along with two young
squires.
The man was in his mid-thirties.  He had dark hair and a light complexion.  His
face angular and to Daenerys his features seemed like a hawks.  A hawk ready to
pounce on its prey.  He was dressed in a robe of dark burgundy with gold trim
at the sleeves and bottom hemline.  He glided on supple leather booties.
He came up before the throne and looked up haughtily.  The Iron Bank was used
to working from a position of strength. 
“I have come to call in your debt Daenerys Targaryen first of your name.  We
helped you secure a contract with the Faceless men and now it is time for you
make good on your debt.”
“What is it you want?  You told me that it is not money you desire.  You can
have no part of my realm.  It belongs to me and Westeros.  What else could you
want?”
“Arya Stark” was Donadhor Orlolis calm reply.
The throne room went instantly still.
Tyrion and Missandei on either side of the queen on the Iron Throne platform
turned to look at her.
Slowly the Queen rose up from her throne silent.  Her lilac eyes boring down on
the Iron Bank man.
“Excuse me.  She is not a slave or pawn to be given away.  You know my stance
on slavery.”
“This is true my Queen. We require her services.  We would have used your
skills but you have grown beyond what we need.  You have truly become Queen of
Westeros and maybe even of Essos.  You have become too great for our needs. 
You are no longer a tool that can be used.  You mere presence would cause alarm
and ire where we need you to be.  Your fame proceeds you.  Arya can fulfill
what you no longer can.  She has developed into your equal and maybe superior
in some things.  We have a job for her to perform.  She has the talents and
skills we need.”
“No.  I forbid it.”
“You signed the contract Daenerys Targaryen.  You must abide the terms.”
“If I refuse?”
“Then we call in all your debts.”
“Then I will burn Iron Bank down to slag and as much of Braavos as necessary.”
“You may find that expensive.”
“You will find yourself dead.”
“Maybe.  But if we call in your debt it will cause your kingdom havoc.  It will
throw Essos into chaos.”
“I have the wealth to survive.  I will destroy your institution and kill you
all.”
“We will form alliances with the crime families and throw all you have started
to build into disarray.  We will rouse the Sealords into open rebellion.”
“Your dragons are not as invulnerable as you may think Daenerys Targaryen.”
Slowly Daenerys started to reach for her sword by the side of the throne.
“I will go” a voice called out.
Daenerys head ripped around “I refuse to allow you go Arya!” the Queen nearly
shouted.
Arya stepped forward.
“I will not allow bloodshed and possible war to ruin all that you have
accomplished Daenerys.”  Arya turned to the Iron Bank man with her cool grey
eyes.
“If I accept this mission you will reduce the debt of Westeros to the Iron Bank
by fifty percent.”
“Twenty percent.”
“Forty percent.”
Daenerys could not believe her ears.  The Iron Bank must be desperate for
Arya’s services.  They had mentioned that they had thought of using her. 
Daenerys knew that what she and Arya had in common was their skill with the
sword.  But the Iron Bank did not fight wars.  What did they have in mind?
“Thirty percent.”
Arya looked up at the Queen.  They locked eyes.  Daenerys felt her heart
swell.  Arya was willing to accept a mission that might be deadly without qualm
to serve the Queen and the realm.
“Agreed” Daenerys spoke to the man.
“We do not have need of her services now.  If you lose this war it will be of
little import.  We know where you must go and who you must fight.  We wish you
luck and our full support.”
Daenerys wanted to question further but was reluctant.  This ‘request’ would
reduce the crowns debt by nearly three million gold dragons. 
“I have to ask.  What can one woman do?”
“You and now Arya have skills that are unique and powerful.  You both are
cunning and wily.  A situation has arisen in Braavos that requires the skills
that the two of you possess.  Alas, you have become way too famous to undertake
a mission of stealth and subterfuge.  This a problem that Arya does not share”
“She will journey to Braavos and take care of an issue for us.  With her skills
and talents she will succeed and come back to you Daenerys Targaryen.  Then the
two of you can then seek your destinies together.  Long may your reigns last. 
Let your destinies bring forth a golden age.”  The man bowed low to the Queen.
The man rose up.  “By your leave?” the man asked.
The Queen granted it and he left with his silent entourage.
Daenerys slowly walked down the throne steps.  She came before the Stark girl
who had long ago captured her heart.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes I do.  We avoided a possible war that would have killed tens of thousands
and also reduced the debt to the Iron Throne by thirty percent.”  A big smile
came over Arya’s face.  “I would say that is a pretty good days work if I say
so myself!”
Daenerys hugged Arya tight celebrating.  This girl was everything that a Queen
would hope to have in a mate.  Daenerys picked up Arya and swung her around
laughing.
If Arya ever showed in any interest in her she would reciprocate and take this
wolf as her lover and Queen!
She would change Westeros.  Change it for the better.
 
Olenna
Olenna walked along the gardens and fountains of Highgarden.  She had spent
most of her life within these walls.  They were like a lover’s embrace.  She
walked slowly smelling the roses.  That was not something she would be able to
do in King’s Landing.  It had its gardens but nothing like her current home. 
The very air was perfumed with the blooms of roses.  Each breath a bouquet of
intoxicating scents in her lungs.  She smiled bending down to smell in deep the
fragrance of a rose bud.
She had seen Arya smelling the roses.  She had forgotten to take pleasure in
the small things of life.  She moved forward slightly and took another deep
breath from another rose.  She was surprised that this mere simple act indeed
brought her pleasure.
When had she forgotten this?  Had she ever even known it?
She walked on. She looked at the two fountains in front of her.  They were
indeed exquisite works of art.  One was three fishes with water spitting out of
their mouths.  The second was a griffin with its wings spread out and water
pouring out his mouth.  The statues made of bronze had the green patina around
their mouths were the water flowed out of the works of brass.  She had always
found those patinas appealing for some reason.  That splash of green on bronze.
She walked on.  She looked up at the spires of the sept of Balor.  The tall
spires incased in gems and clear and colored crystal glass. The spangles of
light reflecting off the spires were memorizing.  The seven spires for the
seven aspects of god were so beautiful.  She had always been proud that a
provincial capital could build and maintain such an exquisite architecture. 
She took the steps up to a small balcony thirty feet up over the ground on the
first wall of Highgarden.  It was morning and the sun beat upon on her face. 
The roses were blooming heavily as they always did at this time of year. The
next generation of tulips had come in.
The color yellow predominated but with a fields of red, blue and purple
interspersed among the sea of yellow that surrounded the castle. Olenna looked
at the rows of trees of the orchids off in the distance.  The fruit from these
trees went across Westeros to feed the people the fruits of Highgarden.  The
breeze was clean and pure here in Highgarden.  She did hate the environs of
King’s Landing and the smell sewers and piled up trash.
She knew that the Queen wanted to tackle this problem.  Oleanna had heard that
the daughter of Cersei Lannister along with Arianna Myrtell had come up with
ideas to work on urban blight.  Olenna wanted to see those plans.  If you
uplifted the lower economic strata that would then raise income and thus taxes
to begin even more ambitious plans of urban renewal.
Olenna looked forward to taking on these challenges, but, she also had other
challenges she wanted to meet.  She wanted to take on the political intrigue
that was sure arise as the new government took form.  With Tywin Lannister
around to stir up trouble and the priests of Balor already grumbling against
the liberal mores of the Queen, Olenna knew she would have foes to oppose.
She looked at the carriage at the gate that led out of Highgarden.  The gate
that opened onto the Rosewood that led to King’s Landing.  This new refurbished
carriage would take her to King’s Landing.  The Queen had sent Mace a raven two
days after asking Olenna to join her in King’s Landing telling him that it was
imperative that Olenna arrive in King’s Landing as soon as possible.  She had
sent plans to install “leaf springs” on a carriage to soften the ride.
Carpenters and wagon wrights worked feverishly day and night to refurbish a
carriage that was used to transport the royals to the local holds in the
Reach.    Olenna had sat in the carriage when the workers rocked the carriage
and the ride was indeed much softer with the new leaf springs installed.  They
were installing thick soft sponges below the benches overlaid with down
feathers.  Olenna was most pleased with the changes.
Olenna had had them to make her own changes to the carriage.  She wanted to
make changes to show her new allegiances.  She would always do all she could
for her ancestral homeland but she now needed to expand her vision.  She talked
to the lead carpenter foreman about her ideas.  His eyes lit up at the idea of
a new project and the blending in of new ideas on an old theme.  He told Olenna
he had always wanted to carve more than just “damn roses” and then looked
chagrin and begged for his “lady’s pardon”.  Olenna chuckled and freely gave
it.
She told the man she was in a hurry to leave.  Camren Hollard had laughed hard
at that.  “This is Highgarden the arts capital of Westeros.  We will have your
choices done in three days my lady.”
Olenna busied herself having allher clothes and shoes boxed and shipped out
ahead of her.  She had her favorite little furniture pieces sent as well along
with her very specially packed items such as her dragon glass scyring bowl and
liquid and other precious items to her she had accumulated over the long years
of her life.
She marveled that her arthritis seemed to be feeling a lot better.  The cramped
pain she felt upon waking had gone.  Her joints still ached after a long day
but it was so much less.  She was thankful.  All the excitement and happiness
flowing in her seemed to be keeping her infirmities a bay just a little bit
more.  Even her rheumatoid arthritic joints seemed to be straightening out a
little and the knuckles she swore were less swollen.  Yes she indeed felt
better.  Olenna talked to Mace and his wife and bid them good-bye in private
away from the public.  She made sure he understood she was only a raven away
from her.  If any problems vexed him he only need contact her.
He was very thankful.  He was a little preoccupied at the time.  Olenna
couldn’t blame him.  He was marching out in six days with the cavalry of
Highgarden.  He was only a middling warrior.  She had instructed him to stay in
the general’s tent and help plan the events.  This was advice he was most eager
to take.  Not everyone was capable to being a great warrior like Eddard Stark.
Three days had passed since she gave Camren her instructions.  She was leaving
tomorrow and she wanted to see if her vision had been rendered into creation
like she hoped.  She had kept away not wanting to be a worrisome pest seeking
after the work.  She went to the artisan shops on the north quadrant of the
lowest wall.  She entered into the carpenter hall to the sounds of sawing and
hammering.
Camren saw her coming and smiled ebulliently at her.  Olenna felt her pulse
beat a little faster.  His smile told her that he felt that he had succeeded in
bringing her vision to life.  He took her to the back of the shop and she saw
it and smiled radiantly herself.
The carriage followed the basic design with two large windows on each side with
awning over them to provide shade.  They opened from the middle and now folded
back to be able to be locked to the carriage by hooks.  The awnings now had red
and black checkered panes interspersed with the green and yellows of
Highgarden.  The tassels hanging down now had pendants on the end of embroidery
crewel.  There was an inch of space between the pendants.  Roses were
predominate with yellow dominate but with added red, pink, orange and white to
add beauty.  Olenna had every fourth pendants made into various poses of the
three dragons of house Targaryen.  She had thought to have three direwolves
hanging on each side also.  She knew Daenerys would love the subtle acknowledge
of her love for Arya.  They weren’t married yet else there would have been as
many pendants of House Stark as Targaryen.
The cabin of the main carriage was made of wood panels with dovetail borders. 
The outer panels were painted green with the insets of the panels painted
yellow. Olenna had changed the crest painted on the door.  It was now instead
of large yellow rose it was a chain garland of yellow roses.  On each side of
the garland climbed a green and white dragon with their gold and bronze
highlights.  On top of the garland rode Drogon roaring his defiance.  The
garland showed her House but clearly showed it was subordinate to the Queen. 
She kept the borders the same with twisted garlands of carved, entwined roses
painted mainly yellow but with red, pink and purple that made the garland seem
like a riot of color.
It was the top of the carriage that Olenna had totally redone.  Instead of the
turrets of geometric patterns she had instead had the Titan of Braavos on one
side and on the other a facsimile of King’s Landing.  On the Titan was Rhaegal
in a pose of fierce roaring and the same with Viserion on the Queen’s Keep his
wings spread wide and head showing him trumpeting.  The two dragons looked as
if they were alive and ready to jump off the carriage and take flight.  Their
scales even in the dim light of the shop looked like they glowed.  Their eyes
were fired with passion and intelligence.
She had kept the central crest of the traditional crown of Old Highgarden,
painted in gay colors of red, green and yellow.  The jewels encrusted in their
royal crown were real.  She was of Highgarden after all but now the crest had
Drogon crawling up one side his talons gripping the rose and his head now over
the center of the rose.  On the other side a massive grey Direwolf was
scrabbling up the rose with ease so that its nose pressed into the snout of
Drogon.
The three mightiest houses of Westeros all working together as one.  With
Margaery marrying Sansa of Stark and Arya marrying Daenerys the three Great
Houses were indeed becoming one.  She would be the first one to acknowledge the
coming reality.  She felt smug with all the brownie points she would be scoring
with the Queen.
She hugged the master carpenter and gave him a bag full of golden dragons.  He
had tried to refuse saying he was only doing his job but he accepted her gift
when she persisted.  She liked leaving him with a big smile on his face.  He
had fully fulfilled her visions for her carriage.
The next day at two hours before noon she left Highgarden.  She had two royal
carriages following her with all of Margaery’s hens.  Without her to protect
them she feared that their fathers would attempt to override her orders and
marry off the girls against their will. That would make her granddaughter must
distraught and she could not countenance that.  She heard the girls behind her
laughing and squealing.  They were one happy brood of hens.  They were
literally flying the coop of bigotry and being married off against their will.
They had been so doleful when they heard that their benefactor was leaving
them.  They had actually broken down and wept when Olenna called them to her
quarters. They hugged each other and wailed crying they were doomed.  That had
broken her heart and now she had a clutch of hens with her on her journey.  The
queen would approve with her proclivities.
The journey for the most part was uneventful for the day part.  There were many
inns and taverns on the Rosewood between Highgarden and King’s Landing to cater
to the heavy traffic on the road. The improvements in the suspension of the
carriage made the travel much more tolerable.  The weather was good and they
made good time on the road.
Olenna made sure her brood was up at dawn and went to the main tavern room and
were fed and ready to travel by one hour past the rising of the sun.  The royal
carriages traveled at an average speed of about five miles per hour, with the
total daily mileage covered being around sixty or seventy miles.  Each day
brought Olenna closer to her new destiny.  She felt her pulse running hot in
her veins at the new challenges awaiting her.
Margaery still had one of her Dragon Glass Eyes.  Olenna still used it to spy
on Margaery and Sansa and heard when it was worn some of Eddard’s war councils
now that Margaery was sitting in many of the meeting.  She was also treated to
Margaery clucking over Catelyn Tully which made her blood boil seeing her
granddaughter taking care of her rival in her pregnancy.  It should have been
her carrying Eddard’s children damnit.  Olenna huffed at the unfairness of
life.  To be born too early!
With the two remaining Dragon Glass Eyes Olenna had asked Elinor and Lady Alyce
if they wanted to wear the “pretty baubles”.  They had been so happy to wear
them preening with the pink stones at their throats.  Olenna had given them
hanging racks to put them on “to keep the shape” at night and suggested they
put them in the dressers that the high paying customers and royals had for
their use in the high end rooms at the hostels they were staying at during the
nights.
Olenna had been well paid for her efforts.  She would eat her dinner and take a
nice sponge bath and put on a loose fitting night gown.  She would then pour
out her elixir into his scyring bowl and wait.  Olenna made sure to always give
the young hens adjoining rooms.  The girls had their two rooms just down the
hall from Olenna.  They would laugh and gossip and play silly girly games when
they first entered their rooms after their evenings repast.
Then the real fun would start.  The girl were always horny and insatiable.  It
was nine hundred miles to King’s Landing and Olenna needed a distraction and
boy did she get it.
The eight girls tore into each other every night.  The three Tyrell’s and Septa
Nysterica started off in one room with the Ladies Alysanne, Alyce, Traena and
Meredyth in the second room.  Soon the clothes were hurriedly ripped off and
the lesbian debauchery would commence.  Bodies were entangled as mouths latched
onto each other and the teenage girls snooged deeply.  Arms and legs pulled
naked bodies tight as they rolled on the beds or floor with tongues surging
down groaning throats.
The sounds of deep snogging filed the rooms.  The first night Olenna had been
happy to see the three Tyrell cousins devour the somewhat homely and pox marked
Septa.  They made the woman feel totally beautiful with their fervor for her
body and coos of heartfelt love.  They sucked the holy septa off and cooed how
beautiful she was too them.  They sucked her off again and again as the septa
wailed and screamed in orgasmic bliss.  The woman flopped around on the bed
like a fish out of water shrieking her throes of passion.  They devoured
Nysterica’s quim and worked her heavy tits in a frenzy of lust and took turns
tribbing face to face pressing down into the Septa’s voluptuous body as they
would kiss her so deeply.
Olenna had come to find it beautiful the way two female bodies seemed to become
one as one Tyrell or the other swirled her hips grinding their swollen muff
into the septa’s twat and their groans swallowed by hungry devouring mouths. 
She loved seeing Nysterica’s thighs clenching slender hips and her arms looped
over the back of her lover pulling the Tyrell down onto her stout voluptuous
body.
The “Ladies” would be doing the same thing wolfing on sodden pussies over and
over making each other wail and jackknife violently.  Every night Olenna would
hear the sound of the bed headboard hammering the wall to her bedroom and the
muffled screams of women cumming so hard.
Olenna was definitely starting to come or was that cum around to the ways of
lesbian love.  The more she watched and masturbated to the hot intense lesbian
murmur plays the more she craved the womanly body.  Women just knew how to love
a woman and when she would watch Elinor grind her pussy down into Septa
Nysterica’s mouth and hump desperately until she was flipping wildly and the
great vision of the dragon eye showed the hot cum flowing down the gulping
Septa’s face and throat it made Olenna more and more a believer.  The screams
of shocking bliss only add to the fire of her new desires.
She still wanted Eddard Stark but he was denied to her both by age and
marriage.  Olenna had decided if she was ever to become young she would
definitely be open to both sexes and maybe now prefer the fairer sex. 
The girls always started out in the rooms with the same pairing but as Olenna
watched and jilled off she would see cute naked sweaty rumps jutted out as the
girls stuck their head out the doors and looked around to make sure the coast
was clear and then run to the other room.
Olenna had learned how to move from dragon eye to dragon eye and move its
focus.   She could even have all three images in the bowl at once if she
wanted.  She used her skills to keep herself entertained.
They were now two thirds of the way to King’s Landing.  Tonight she was treated
to room one as she thought of it now with Elinor and the Septa on the rugs in
front of the roaring fire dripping in sweat on their sides in hot sixty-nine
devouring each other as they clawed hips and ass to drive sodden cunts into
each other’s mouths.  The Septa cummed first her screams roared into Elinor’s
quim sending Elinor careening off the precipice after the Septa and her muffled
screams sweet music to Olenna’s ears.  Their thighs squeezed in hard on ears as
their ankles kicked wildly and toes curled painfully.
Alla and Megga were on the bed with their groins locked together in classic
scissors.  Olenna knew all the positions now.  They gripped legs and humped
fiercely gagging and surging their sopping dripping snatches into each other. 
Their faces desperate with fuck hunger.  Olenna again observed how the female
body was made to bond perfectly with another female body.  Now Megga was
shrieking her orgasm as her body jackknifed and flipped wildly until she was
spent.  Alla decoupled and kneed up the bed and jammed her drooling swollen
couchie down into Megga’s mouth who immediately revived and quickly sucked her
cousin off to screaming bliss.  Olenna loved how Alla’s hands went down and
gripped the back of her cousin’s head and jammed her face deep into her
erupting gushing pussy.
That sent Olenna over the cliff as she lost it screaming not caring if her
niece and cousins heard her or not.
She blearily changed focus in the scyring bowel. 
She saw Meredyth sitting in a thick upholstered chair with her legs thrown up
on the arms of the chair her shaved drooling clam shell fully exposed.  Taena
was on her knees in front of her like a septa in prayer leaned in and down. 
She was devouring her Meredyth’s sweet gash like a holy offering.  Her head was
rocking in and out with a mouthful of sweet pussy in her mouth as she gobbled
it wildly.  Meredyth had her hands clawed into her lover’s scalp her head
thrashing. 
Meredyth’s head surged forward off the chair back and she screamed as if being
flayed alive.   Her upper body would shudder horrifically Meredyth’s medium
sized breast jerking and jiggling as her body convulsed.  Her body would snap
back hard into the chair back and then surge forward again.  Olenna watched
these heavenly convulsions rip through Meredyth’s young firm body again and
again as she wailed her shocking bliss.
Olenna was pumping her aching twat to visions of Meredyth’s eyes rolling back
into her skull her eyelids up showing the whites jerking in helpless pleasure. 
Another orgasm had ripped through the teen’s body as her screams were nearly
deafening as her cousin had swallowed her whole upper trim deep into her mouth
and feasted on the slime drenched delicacy. 
Of fucking gods that was so fucking hot Olenna thought her left hand now
rubbing her clit and pressing in hard on the shiny nubbin.   Meredyth’s cunt
jumped up into Taena’s hot gobbling mouth. She was slurping and moaning
drinking down the gushes of hot cum from Meredyth.  Olenna had long ago
discovered Meredyth was a squirter that all her fellow hens could not get
enough of the sweet hot love juice.  They loved drinking down all the sweet cum
they could.
Olenna was getting worked up again working her muff.  She saw Megga lying on
the bed with Alysanne saddled up to her body with her head by the medium cup
breast of Megga.  She suckled on turgid nipples her hand in a wedge slam
fucking the squishing cunt mound of Megga.   She watched this for a minute with
Megga mewling swirling her pussy up into the loving hard hammering thrusts. 
Then Alysanne stopped and worked her thumb into Megga’s pussy and formed a fist
in her trim and started to twist her wrist in deep into Megga’s hot tight
pussy.  Alysann went back to suckling on thick nipples as her fist rammed in
home hard and deep. Alysann would release a turgid nipple long enough to coo to
Megga “Cum on my fist baby—cum for your Alysann … I need to feel your cunt
rupture on my fist baby.”  Megga was clearly losing it as Alysann rotated her
fist deep into her lover’s belly with powerful thrusts of pure love.
Olenna’s head rocked back over the chair back and screamed as she watched Megga
cum so fucking hard her pelvis jolting and jacking up into Alysann’s fist
pounding in deep riding up into Megga’s sloppy wet muff.  Megga’s wet labia
lips were riding up Alysann’s wrist nearly two inches with each lunging
twisting thrust of Alysann’s fist up deep into her lover’s cunt and belly. 
Megga’s screams covered her own wails Olenna hoped.
Olenna wobbled to her bed after that and slept very soundly.  Gods she loved
fisting now!
It was the fourteenth day of her journey to King’s Landing down the Rosewood
Road. Last night the hens had been insane fucking almost the whole night away. 
They had been prostrate most of the day when they made rest stops.  Olenna had
the royal steps put down and she slowly climbed up and smiled. The girls were
sprawled out over each other clutching body parts and snoring softly.
She looked at Septa Nysterica with two Tyrell teenage girl’s heads resting on
her bosom with their arms thrown over her and their mate.  She would definitely
have to work Nysterica out of the order.  She had a new order now and did not
need the Church to give her happiness.  Her sweet brood loved the woman
proverbial warts and all.  Nysterica was one lucky young woman.  The twenty-
eight year old had seven wives in essence.  Fuck the Church and their vows of
chastity.  The human body was designed to give and take pleasure!
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They were an hour out of King’s Landing when she saw them on the horizon.  Soon
three dragons were flying over the carriages wildly bugling and lading beside
the carriages bounding down the grass beside the carriages before again
launching themselves into the air bugling.  The horses were nervous but soon
got used to the overt display of dragon exuberance.
Olenna slipped her head out the glass and looked back at the two other
carriages and saw eight heads looking out as the girls oohed, awed and
squealed.  They would be wound up tonight and Olenna would be there with them
with her dragon eyes.  Olenna licked her lips in anticipation.
They were now at the main gates.  A large section of trumpeters were aligned
along the road and the played with verve and energy the traditional song of
Highgarden “Yellow Rose of Highgarden” and “Love Among the Thornes.”  The
dragons alighted on the curtain wall and roared again and again fanning their
wings.
Olenna was choked up again.  All this pomp and circumstance was just for her
and it touched her deeply.
She had here door opened form the outside and it was Daenerys and beside her
Arya along with (her eyebrows rose up) Jaime Lannister along with Barristan and
Syrio Feral.  She saw a tall women who was not that pretty but the sword at her
hip was deadly looking.  It must be Brienne of Tarth.  Jamie of
Lannister—Olenna stopped herself.  He had taken his wife’s last name.  Her
moths told her he was totally pussy whipped and loving it.  The Queen never
stopped surprising her.  The King’s Slayer was obviously among her inner
guard.  It looked like Jamie was again part of the Queen’s guard. 
Daenerys and all with her went on knee and bowed their head as Jaime then got
up and came up the step to take her hand and guided Olenna down to the ground. 
The message loud and clear.  The past was the past.  Olenna had heard from her
moths the true story now of why Jaime felt compelled to kill Daenerys father. 
The Queen understood and forgave and so would Olenna.  Damn he was good looking
she thought.  She then saw Breinne of Tarth glaring at her.  Oh-oh!  She turned
her eyes elsewhere.
People milled around greeting and talking.  Olenna talked to Barristan and
looked around for the Queen and found her.  She was staring at a tall knight
talking to Arya trying to put the blast on her. The Queen’s violet eyes were
almost on fire. She stalked over and insinuated herself between the knight and
Arya pulling the royal hostage to her body.  The signal clear to all but Arya
it seemed as the man bowed his head and moved off.  Arya was mooning over the
Queen but failed to see the clear jealousy radiating off the Queen for what it
was.  Arya belonged only to Daenerys Targaryen and the Stark girl in her
innocence did not realize she had the mighty Queen wrapped around her small
finger.  There seemed to be a lot of that happening lately.
Not much longer now Olenna mused.  The Queen would take her “hostage” as her
lover and then wife soon enough.
Dany with Arya pulled to her body came closer to Olenna.  The Stark looked like
she had died and gone to heaven.  Could the two be any more clueless Olenna
mused?  The merest suggestion from one to the other would have them in bed
wildly fucking.  Olenna smirked.  She would let nature takes it course.  She
wished she could give the Queen a Dragon Egg to watch her and Arya have sex but
she could not risk Daenerys Valyrian heritage somehow clueing her in on its
true powers.
“I really like the carriage Olenna.  I can see you are truly part of my dynasty
now.  I know I made the right decision even more.  I eagerly await your
valuable insights.”
Daenerys then walked off making sure to “protect” Arya from anymore unwanted
advances from odious male suitors.  Olenna shook her head.  She was indeed
changing her world view.
Tyrion came walking up to her and gazed up at her.  “Pleasure to have you on
the Small Council and Clatch of Confidents” Tyrion made a swatting motion
around him “maybe you can do something about all the moths about?” he said with
a smirk. 
Olenna cocked an eyebrow.  “I will work on it Tyrion.  Maybe I will share about
your misadventure on the beaches of Dorne.  I heard you got sunburn or should I
say dragon burn.”
Olenna smiled evilly seeing the small Lion of Lannister quickly deflate and
looked around furtively.
“Aaaa ummm—I assure you that anything you may have heard is a gross
exaggeration.”  The dwarf looked up at her with vexation.  He tried to puff out
his chest but it was a pathetic effort.
Olenna clacked her teeth at the dwarf mimicking the Queen on that day on the
beach of Dorne. 
His eyes bulged out in alarm and he walked off quickly.
She saw his body guard laughing his ass off while he pulled on his formal shirt
pulling the neck out like it was strangling him.  “Run Dwarf!  What the hell
did she tell you man!” Bronn barked taking off after Tyrion.  Olenna spied Shae
laughing her young firm breast jiggling as she walked after her man and
Tyrion.  Laughing Shae called out “Why Tyrion, you’re running like you just got
your balls clipped!”  Tyrion flipped her off with the bird over his shoulder as
he picked up his pace.
For all the good it would do him.  The two walked easily beside Tyrion hurling
abuse down which she could no longer hear but by Tyrion’s body language and
tilt of his head said he was giving back as good as he was receiving.  She
wondered when Tyrion would find out the truth about Shae.  She didn’t want him
getting castrated by the whore but with Shae that was probably the opposite of
what she would do to the dwarf.
Yes, Olenna was going to like it here.
 
Eddard
The King’s highway was full of traffic anymore.  Eddard had troops and supplies
constantly riding up the road.  Lords were moving in mass now to the North. 
They were not questioning him with his decisions for which he was thankful. 
The Houses of Stark, Tully and Arryn working as one.  With his “co-
conspirators” he hoped he would entice the Houses of the South to come north
and still avoid war.
The sun was setting as he slow walked his horse forward letting it rest.  He
was moving up from Winterfell for one last meeting with Jon.  He needed to ask
something of his son that he was sure that he would not like.  It would put his
wives in extreme danger.  Speaking of wives he had something else to ask his
son.
He walked his horse slowly forward.  He looked at the long lines of trees to
either side of the road back fifty yards from the road.  The trees were old
growth forest.  The pines, firs and spruces rising to between one hundred and
twenty feet for the pines to over two hundred feet for the other conifers.  It
seemed the boughs rested on each other like brothers in arms.  He heard an owl
hooting to his left.  He looked up and saw two hawks circling slowly descending
to their roost for the night.
The sun was starting to touch the tress now. The shadows reaching across the
road like dark sentinels guarding the secrets of the world.  Each dark ghost a
mighty being from ages of yore.  He moved from shadow to sun and back again
with the shadow sentinels slowly gaining the upper hand.  He knew he was
getting close to where he had agreed to meet his son.  They had agreed to meet
several hours after night.  They both wanted their coming and going in secret.
The wolves had started to howl.  Then he heard a more powerful howl ring across
the forest the trees swallowing the sound.  Another Direwolf marched in the
woods.  Before his children he would have ordered a hunting party to hunt it
down and kill it.  Now he knew better.  He was contemplating if he survived the
war in enacting new laws to protect the Direwolf.  He wondered if in hunting
them to near extinction below the wall if man had removed something vital from
the land.
Eddard got back on his horse and pressed in with his knees and moved forward at
a medium cantor to move down the road.  The stars were starting to show. The
temperature was dropping and he was thankful for his wolf pelt cape.  The trees
always comforted Eddard.  He knew they hid ancient secrets but they did not
frighten him.  He was of the North and bred to be at one with the mysteries of
the North.
Eddard had also decided to begin a campaign of planting more Wierwood trees and
creating the groves that had long disappeared.  Jon Aryn had fully supported
him.  In the hidden vales of his land they were still plentiful and he too
agreed that they needed to be repopulated in areas with man.  It would
encourage the faith too with the Seven Gods and now this R’hllor in the land.
Eddard had been doing much thinking of late.  The Ice King coming back from the
misty depths of ages past had led the Warden of the North to read the old tomes
on the ancient history of the North.  To try and glean any information he could
from the past.  He had found no clues that would help in his current fight with
the enemy coming south to fight and try and annihilate him.
But he had found something else.  He found written accounts and maps drawn from
thousands of years ago.  Much was the same and yet was not too.  He saw that
the forests though still mighty now were much greater in the ancient past.  Man
had preyed on the forests for wood for homes and fires.  Forests chopped down
for farms.  Most of those farms abandoned as the land was depleted. 
Once the Wolfswood had bordered the Barrowlands all the way to the Stoney
Shores to the west.  In the east of the north the Wolfswood had surrounded
Winterfell to the north, west and east.  The mighty forest had gone west
through the southern range of the Sheepsheard Hills down to the forests that
surrounded Hornwood.
The land was thinly populated.  He had begun wondering if maybe that was the
natural order lay of the land.  He would not have to displace many homesteads
and farms.  And anyways this was a project that would take centuries to
complete.  Each season slowly restoring tress on the edge of the forest and
have it slowly march to reclaim what had been taken from it.
He would contemplate his thoughts on this.  He had talked to Robb and his son
fully supported his father.  He would love to further this plan and instill
that love in his sons and daughters.  First though, Eddard had a war to win.  A
war against an implacable foe. 
Eddard heard a ripping sound and a low growl to his right.  The sound of a bear
tearing into a dead tree looking for grubs made him smile.  He loved listening
to nature.  He rode on down the road listening to the pulse of nature and life
all about him.  He heard a badger digging into the ground tracking a mole.  He
moved on and felt the chill of the air.  It would snow soon but not now.  He
looked up at the stars that glittered so far away and uncaring for the travails
of man.
He looked down the King’s Highway and then behind him.  Strange how there was
so little traffic considering how much troop movements were occurring now and
the moving of supplies to the North and the Wall.  He felt the darkness
seemingly growing thicker.  The sounds of the forest of growing dim and
distant.  He looked to his left and right and the trees seemed far away as if
across a sea. 
Eddard had been studying many things.  He found references to power of ancient
magic and powerful beings.  Vague though they may be he believed in them whole
heartedly.  The research that he had been doing with Master Luwin had opened
the doors to Eddard’s mind.  Eddard smiled at Maester Luwin doubting all
references to magic.  Eddard smiled at the dear friend’s denials.  The man was
trapped by his Citadel training.    Eddard always believed in learning all he
could no matter if it conflicted with his preconceived notions.
The darkness thickened till it seemed as if the air was thick with mysteries
and ancient magic.  He felt no fear.  He trusted his instincts.  He saw two
hooded figures on the road ahead.  He also believed in learning all he could in
his allies no matter how foreign to his sensibilities.
He nickered to his horse and sped up to the two waiting figures.  One was much
larger than the other being three inches taller than himself. The other was
much smaller at five foot maybe.  He moved on with no fear.
“Hello Melisandre and Ygritte” Eddard spoke softly coming up to the silent
waiting figures.  They remained silent.
“You are not afraid?” the taller figured asked.
“No.”
The smaller figure spoke up “I told you Melisandre—Jon’s father fears no man or
woman!”
“We are more than two women Ygritte.”
“You know nothing Melisandre.  We have come to speak to you about your son
Eddard Stark.”
“I am listening.  I know you only have my son’s best interests in heart.”
The taller figure asked directly “Does it bother you that Jon has two wives?”
“Should it?”
“No.”
“Agreed.”
Ygritte huffed “Geez, you two sure know how to have a conversation.  Short and
boring conversations.”
“We don’t believe in your gods of the North” Melisandre intoned seriously. 
“I don’t believe in R’hllor.”
“Okay!  Enough you two.  Eddard Stark we know you come to ask Jon to ask for
our aid.  He will refuse but we accept the challenge and will convince your son
of the need.”
“How do you know this?  Your study of the flames?”
“So you have done some reading on us.  I am impressed” Ygritte said smiling at
the man.
“I have read on your faith and powers.  I have read of your home far away.  I
assume these shadows that hide us from other travelers is your and Melisandre’s
doing.”
“Yes.  We wanted privacy.  Jon is our husband and we support him fully and his
calling.  He is both of the North and of R’hllor we will give our lives if
necessary.”
“I only ask because it is necessary.  We must fight as one against the Ice
King.  From what our Queen says he has formed an unholy union with some foul
denizen from the deep.”
“Yes. The flames tell us it is a Croyel.  A most fell demon.  We have been
spying on them for months.  They have begun their march South.  It is a slow
thing but to us they come” Ygritte told Eddard solemnly.
Eddard sighed.  He knew the Ice King was coming but it saddened him to actually
hear it.  War was coming.  The ancient evil must be met and it must be
defeated.  “Can you show the forces coming north of the danger we face?  Can
you convince the Great Houses of what they face?  Can this be done without
danger to yourselves?”
Melisandre spoke up “No, the danger will be grave but we gladly assume it.  We
will fight the Ice King in our own way.  Jon is Azor Ahai reborn and we are his
wives.  It is our destiny to oppose the Ice King.  We will give you the
evidence you seek.  No matter the cost.”
Ygritte turned to look up the road.  Melisandre looked up the road too.  “Yes I
feel him too Ygritte.”
They both turned to look at Eddard Stark and pulled down their hoods.  In the
dim light Eddard saw how beautiful Melisandre was.  Her beauty radiant with her
face backlight by the glow of her ruby glowing hotly at her throat.  Ygritte
was much more plain but her aura caste about her a glow that made up for her
lack of innate beauty.  Eddard knew all about that lack and yet his wife loved
him all the same.
Ygritte asked “This we want to know. Why didn’t you tell Jon of his heritage? 
It was most cruel what he had to endure.  This does not square with man we see
in you.  He has lived the life of a bastard and you suffered the shame as the
father of a bastard when your whole life and service is exemplary beyond
reproach.  We do not understand.”
Eddard sighed.  He deserved the questions.  To his everlasting shame he
deserved the questions.
“I wish I had some noble answer for you but I don’t.  My dear sister begged me
to take Jon and raise him as my own.  She knew that Robert Baratheon would have
had Jon killed in his jealous insane rage.  I would have defended him to my
death but in the end we both would have died.  For his safety and for Lyanna’s
request I accepted the shame of my supposed actions and I allowed Jon to endure
what he did.
“I had had enough of war.  I had seen the death of too many good men on the
field of battle.  I had seen the slaughter of innocents in King’s Landing.  I
was with my sister when she died.  I helped kill a man many times greater than
me.  I am but a shadow of Arthur Dayne.  I wanted to confront Robert Baratheon
for his sins but I had had enough of war.  I still do but I will fight again as
I must.”
“When I left King’s Landing without confronting Robert the dye had been caste. 
I have laid in bed many nights staring up at the ceiling wondering if I should
have taken Robert down.  It would have been no certain thing with his skill
with the war hammer, but, still, I know I would have won our confrontation. 
Then Jon could have lived his life as he should have.”  Eddard paused and
looked out over the ancient forest.  “I was tired.  That is all I can say.  I
had my fill of death at that time.”
“Maybe as the years passed I should have said something as Robert dissipated
and became so much less but he never could see clearly on this.”
“I did not know Catelyn of course, twenty years ago.  I had no way to see that
she would react so badly to Jon’s bastardy heritage.  We both suffered for my
lack of courage but again if I had done otherwise we both would be dead long
ago.  I missed my opportunity to set a different path when I left King’s
Landing with Robert on the Iron Throne.
“In the end I saw no recourse though it shames me to say it.  I am only glad he
knows his true heritage now.  I can only hope he forgives me.”
Melisandre spoke for the witches “He only feels love for you Eddard Stark. 
There is nothing to forgive.  You will forever more be the father of his
heart.  The flames hinted at this but we wanted to hear it from you.  We have
no animosity towards you Eddard Stark slayer of mist vampires.”
“What?”
“Our husband comes” intoned Ygritte.  “We leave you to your son.  He is a great
man and Azor Ahai reborn.
A shadow cat roared off to Eddard’s flank.  He whipped his head around.  The
beast sounded like it was on him!  He scanned the tree line but he saw no eyes
reflecting back at him. 
He turned back to ask the witches about these “mist vampires” but they were
gone.  He snorted. Why wasn’t he surprised?  The shadows were gone.  He looked
behind him and Eddard saw a farmer with an oxen cart moving down the road
toward Winterfell. The cart must have passed him and Jon’s wives but he had not
seen it.  Nor had the cart driver seen them.  He saw troops moving off the road
to make camp. 
Magic.  He looked up the road towards Castle Black and saw a lone figure coming
towards him.  Eddard waited patiently for his son to reach him.  His thoughts a
jumble from his conversation with Jon’s wives.  He waited patiently for the
lone rider to come to him.  As he waited her heard a barn owl hoot and then saw
it fly overhead its silhouette blocking out the three quarter moon for a
moment.
Eddard waited patiently for his son.  The black horse slowly walked up to his
Destrier the war horse pawing the ground in mild challenge.  The horse came up
beside Eddard. The figure slowly pulled his hood back.  Eddard could not but
help and stare just a little.  To see Jon’s true Valyrian heritage so clear and
plain now.  Jon’s snow white hair and lilac eyes showing he was as much of old
Valyria as he was of the North.
“I’m always happy to see you father” Jon Snow spoke softly and leaned forward
and hugged his father.  Eddard hugged him back awkwardly.  He loved Jon dearly
but he still had trouble at times showing even Cat affection and he had been
married to the woman for twenty years.
Jon sat back and looked at his father with the Stark half grin and grimace that
Eddard returned.
“Can you ever forgive me Jon for not acknowledging your true lineage?  I know
my wife made your life a living hell at times.”
Jon snorted.  “It was not that bad in all actuality father … in some ways she
made me stronger.”
“I think she is sorry now for her actions.  She is pregnant” Eddard spoke to
Jon smiling.  “She will be giving birth in three months.”
Jon smiled big at his father.  “I am happy for you father.  More late nights at
your advance age.  Can you take it?”
“What choice do I have?  I want to be much more involved with this child’s
childhood.  If I live to see him or her.”
“Father” spoken in mild reproof.
“I plan on living son.  I have to ask you something though” Eddard took a long
breath.  You are the son of Rhaegar Targaryen.  His sister now sits on the
throne.  I have not told you but I have—“
“Sent Arya to the Queen as a royal hostage.”
Eddard stared at his son for a long moment “how did you know—at the wall.”
Jon chuckled softly “I’m married to two witches that stare into flames to see
the past, present and future.  They saw you sending Arya to the Queen and the
Queen falling in love with her.  They will consummate their love soon.  They
are meant for each other.”
Eddard squirmed in his saddle.  “House Targaryen has some unique marriage
traditions.  Uh—ummmm. Well brother marries sister … and … well …”
Jon threw his head back and laughed hard a sound of joviality and not rancor. 
“Father I have two red-headed wives. That is quite enough for me.”  Jon laughed
again that gradually died away to a chuckle.  Jon shook his head.  “No father. 
Arya was meant for Daenerys and the Queen for her. 
Jon looked at his father with a conspiratorial look.  “I wish I could be
there.  I am sure that the Queen will tame my little sister.  Someone has
too.”  Jon started to chuckle again.
Eddard relaxed.  The thought of Jon and Daenerys marrying would destroy Arya
Eddard knew.  She had been fantasying about the Targaryen since she appeared
almost five years ago.  Eddard had heard all the rumors of the Queen being
gay.  He had sent Arya to her banking on the Queen already being predisposed to
fall in love with his daughter.
When he had seen Jon come into his full strength and knowledge Eddard had
become afraid that his son might feel a need to marry Daenerys out of honor and
obligation to continue the bloodline.  That was the one thing that could cause
a marriage between Daenerys and Arya to eventually flounder.  They needed an
heir.
Eddard sighed.  The future would take care of itself.
Jon looked at his father solemnly now.  Eddard had called for this meeting.  He
had told Jon all his plans that seemed to be coming to fruition.  The forces of
the South were marching north.  He needed something from his son to make it a
certainty that those forces marched all the way to the Wall.
Eddard knew he was not supposed to let his son know his wives had just talked
to him.  That they had already agreed to do what he was about to ask his son to
ask of them.  Eddard sighed inside.  He had been playing the Game of Thrones
for going on a year now.  What was one more act to the murmurs show?  He found
it distasteful but these trying times demanded it.
“Jon, I have the forces of Southern Westeros marching toward Winterfell.  I
need to give them evidence that will fully unite them in our cause.  It has
been evident that somehow your wives have been spying on the Ice King.  I know
he is on the move or near to commencing his march south.  I need for you wives
to one more time do reconnaissance and come up with a way for all to see.”
“Can your wives do that?”
Jon looked at his father hard.  “You seem far too willing to play your pawns
against the Queen and King on the board.  Those pawns being my wives.  My wives
had a means of camouflage when the Ice King was in the far North.  That is gone
now that he has started his march.
“I am not sure they even can.  It is too dangerous.  This I will not ask this
of them.  They have repeatedly put their lives in grave danger for the realm.”
“Did they not come to this land from their home to do just that son?  Shouldn’t
they be given the choice?” Eddard asked his son.  He knew the truth of the
situation would weigh on his son and the duty that he must fulfill as the Lord
Commander of the Night’s Watch, to his father and to his new Queen.
“They need to be given the right to make this choice son, you know this” Eddard
told his son softly.
Jon looked up at the clear stars shining down on his silver hair.  The light
from those distant points of light made his snow white hair glow. 
“In truth father we have been arguing my wives and I.  They saw in the flames
you coming to ask me this.  They wanted to come and talk to you but I refused. 
They have done too much already for the realm. 
“The rest of Westeros must accept the truth.  We do.  So must they.”  Jon
looked his father squarely in the eyes with his challenge.
“You know it is not that simple Jon.  We are bred to know the truth. We are of
the North.  We believe.  The houses of the South are not.  The Queen is indeed
mighty and persuasive but we need to meet the enemy united.  She can force them
into compliance but you know son that without full belief the effort will not
be pure.  Our efforts will be fractured.  Division will be our undoing. 
Without proof there will be division.  That will prove fatal.  You wives must
provide the truth that will fully unite us.”
Jon sighed hard and looked up at the stars again.  “They are so beautiful. 
They care nothing for our little plays of morality and honor.”  Jon turned his
gaze back down to his father.
“My wives have come up with a way to give you what you ask but it will leave
them totally vulnerable.  I am arguing against it.  They argue for the need of
them to go and do as you request.”
“They came all the way from Ashai just for this son.  You know it” Eddard
softly told his son.
“I have followed your path of honor and duty father.  All it led to was my
attempted assassination.  If not for my wives I would be dead and in the
ground.  I grow tired of duty and honor father.”
“Jon …”
Jon looked at his father.  “Worry not father.  I have been bred and raised from
the cradle to perform my duty and perform it I shall.  I will argue against
this thing that my wives propose but we both know I will lose the argument.”
Eddard watched his son look up at the stars again. He too looked up at the
Hunter and the hunted wild boar.  He looked down at Jon who looked at him with
his Targaryen purple eyes.
“The North remembers Jon.”
“Yes it does father.  And so do I.  So do my wives.  If we survive this war I
will resign my commission and seek a new life.”
Eddard sighed.  Jon had earned the right from the beginning.  Forced to live a
lie that he Eddard Stark had had to perpetuate. 
“Can you ever forgive me son?”
“I love you father.  There is nothing to forgive.  Melisandre says that in
Asshai they say “if you are handed a lemon you can either bit it or make
lemonade.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what it means either.”
They both laughed.  Then father and son hugged long and hard patting each other
on the back.  Two horses parted slowly walking back to their homes.
 
Arya
The dragons lifted up from the courtyard of King’s Landing.  The sun was just
beginning to touch the horizon.  It had been a busy few days for the whole Keep
now.  Troops were pouring in from Dorne, the Reach and the Stormlands.  They
were bivouacked in areas outside of the keep mainly.  They were setup up in
large communal tents with large wagon trains stationed strategically to provide
hot cooked meals.
The Queen had ordered that the food be of the highest quality and fixed to
provide two lunch and two dinner times.  She wanted her troops well feed before
they hit the road or sailed out to sea in transport ships.  The Queen wanted
happy pleasant thoughts filling their heads as they left for the North.
She ships sailing in from Western Westeros with Troops and those of Dorne was
pulling into ports around King’s Landing.  Daenerys wanted these new troops to
feel a part of her army.
All the troops were being paid top wage for their campaign with the Queen. 
This led to men and some women with pockets full of gold dragons.  Daenerys had
had four Swan Ships pull into port two months ago with their beams low to the
water.  They had been filled with gold dragons she had had minted in the Summer
Islands.  She was paying the Summer Islanders ten percent of the gold as
holding and stamping fees.
The Summer Islanders were most pleased and had built even more of their ships
at a furious pace.  They were using the Queen’s money to build up their navy. 
They would use it to enforce the peace along Slaver’s Bay but first they would
be used by the Queen in her current campaign.
The gold the Swan Ships brought was used to pay for a large percentage of the
personal cost of the campaign.  She had four more ships with gold coming in
next week.  Their beams to would be low to the waterline filled with gold
dragons.  She had put Olenna in charge of inventory and putting the stores in
warehouses.  Olenna and Tyrion were most adept a paying a good price for the
material of the war effort.  Tyrion was working the pay schedules for the
troops and merchants that he and Missandei had developed. 
Arya had seen that the Queen was most pleased with how quickly Olenna took it
all in.  She showed them something she had received from an old lover from Yi
Ti.  It was called an abacas.  Tyrion and Missandei nearly wet themselves when
Olenna showed them how to use the device to do calculations.
Arya and the Queen had noticed the old woman was moving without a limp anymore
and she seemed to not be bothered by steps like she had when they had visited
her in Highgarden. When they asked Olenna about it she was just thankful her
old body was not betraying her as bad as it had in the past.
As they flew over the camps on Drogon Arya saw the large number of soldiers
moving in and out of the keep.  Arya smirked seeing a large bevy of whores too
moving amongst the camps.
Tyrion reported that Chataya and Alayaya reported that business was booming. 
The heavy patrols of the Unsullied kept the peace. Since the eunuchs could not
be tempted to sex or other debaucheries they fairly and strictly kept the peace
with the ruffians.  The Queen had used express orders to use as only as much
force as necessary to keep the peace.
Tyrion reported that Solaja had moved in with the mother and daughter wives
Chataya and Alayaya.  They had married all to the other.  The Queen had been
happy that the beautiful but mercurial Summer Islander had found peace and
happiness.
Tyrion reported the two madams were upset that Solaja was sailing to sea and
possible combat.  Daenerys shook her head.  Those left behind could not
understand the way of the warrior.  One always wanted peace but the warrior
would always meet the enemy to provide the peace to the populace.
They would soon be leaving King’s Landing behind them to heed the call of war. 
Arya could not wait to be on the road to destiny.  Part of that destiny would
be to visit Winterfell.  She could not wait to see her parents and siblings. 
Then they would march to the Wall and war.
Arya was getting sleepy behind Dany as Drogon flew on.  She looked off to each
side and saw Viserion and Rhaegal easily keeping pace with their larger
brethren.  Their bodies rose and fell slightly with the beats of their wings. 
Arya spied their normal riders plus the additional rider on each dragon.
Arya could not wait to see the fireworks that would occur when they reached
their destination.  She had learned of the backstory.  She could not help but
to be anxious to see the confrontation.  She hoped the two would get some
retribution for past slights.  The sky had darkened now with only a thin pin
strip of light now to the west. They were flying due west into the fading
ribbon of the setting red glow of the setting sun.  They had nine hundred and
ninety miles to cover to reach their destination.
Arya was tired.  The last few days had been very good for Arya.  Yesterday
morning and then this morning in her sword drills with the two masters she had
actually scored kill strikes on both men while only receiving one from
Barristan.
Barristan had smiled at his student.  Syrio had given her a sour look but after
he calmed down he came to Arya and congratulated her.
Her two handed style she now employed as second nature kept the water dance on
the defense and off balance.  Her two blades swirling and lunging at him
constantly from different angels and positions.  When she left him she saw him
practicing furiously.  She knew that the strikes that had worked the last two
days would not work in the future with Syrio.
Arya liked that.  They were now both pushing each other to improve their skills
and develop new fighting styles.  Arya had heard from Gendry that he was
forging from Valyrian steel his master had let him refold to a new “needle”. 
It was an exact replica of her needle.  She would never exchange her precious
blade that Jon had given her when he left for the wall.
Barristan was now a madman when he attacked her.  He snarled and growled.  She
had been afraid she had upset him and he had actually laughed softly when she
begged for forgiveness.  In so many ways Barristan Selmy reminded her of her
father.  She thought of him as a second father or maybe more accurately the
uncle she had been denied. She hugged Dany tighter as she became drowsier.
The heat from Drogon’s body lulling her body.  She looked back behind her and
Nymeria was on her side knocked out her tongue lulled out.  Her lips and ears
twitching in some dream.
Barristan had told Arya that he needed to make his vocalizations now to put
forth maximum effort.  Barristan told Arya she was now a true master of the
sword.  Only her father and Brienne were their equal.  Daenerys Jaime Tarth,
Oberyn with his spear, maybe Loras with training and he put Rob in that
category with lots of training would be in a level just below her.  She had
become all she was meant to be.
Arya was so thankful that her father had let her train with him and Rodderick. 
Her father had defied custom and tradition to let Arya train and become all she
could be in Winterfell.  Her father was too busy being the Warden of the North
to complete her training.  She could not wait to see her father again and show
him all she had learned.
She wanted to challenge him and show her father she was worthy of being a
warrior in her own right.
Her day time endeavors were going well.  She smiled into Dany’s back.  Her
night activities were also going well.  Very well.
After she had recovered from her first experience of watching Dany masturbate
in front of Nymeria with Arya warged in her wolf she had tried to be good but
it lasted for only four nights.  She had kept Nymeria with her but the wolf
grew increasing restive not being allowed her evening run around in and out the
Red Keep.  She knew that if Nymeria visited Dany in her quarters she would be
lost.  Her wolf’s whining broke Arya’s resistance and she let her wolf out. 
She had told Nymeria sadly not to go into Dany’s chambers anymore.  She made it
clear to her wolf it was forbidden.  The wolf had whined but Arya insisted
until she knew Nymeria understood her intentions.
The first night her Direwolf had been a good wolf.  Arya warged into Nymeria
occasionally and found her wolf patrolling the Keep and running down back
alleys with the coyotes that lived in the city.  They were a poor substitute
for wolves but they followed Nymeria as their pack queen even though coyotes
were much less pack animals.  What could Arya say?  Nymeria had wolf charisma.
The next night when she had warged into Nymeria the first time all was well.
Nymeria was in the “godswoods” of King’s Landing.  Arya snorted at the phrase. 
It was an acre of elm, alder, and black cottonwood. Instead of a Weirwood it
had was a great oak covered in smokeberry vines.  The thick vines having
climbed up the trunk and twining down limbs.  Vermillion berries clearly
evident on the vines.  Red dragon's breath growing below the oak in a rich
profusion.  The dark red flowers giving a red hue but it was no substitute for
the red of Weirwood sap bleeding down the bark from the carvings in its bark.
This was not a true Weirwood groove to Arya.  Only a cheap imitation, a red-
headed step-child.  The red of the grove a fakery of bastardy to the Stark. 
Nymeria was on her hind legs her front paws on the great oak barking furiously
at the squirrels chittering down at Nymeria.  They ate nuts the husks falling
down into the direwolf’s face.  Nymeria infuriated at the audacity of the
squirrels.
Arya went back to studying her High Valeryain to impress Dany and reading an
exciting tale called Dunk and Egg.  The history of House Targaryen was so
fascinating.
When Arya checked in again on Nymeria two hours later she threw her book off
the bed accidently.  She was so shocked her body had actually jerked hard.  She
had been betrayed!  Nymeria was in Dany’s chambers with a full belly.  She was
on her back wiggling as the Queen in a barely existing nightgown was scratching
Nymeria’s belly and cooing to her “I missed you.  I am glad you have come back
to me.  Don’t ever stay away from me again Nymeria.  You Queen orders it!” 
Arya’s wolf woofed in agreement.  “I have a third bowl of sweet cooked meat for
you my baby!”
Nymeria rolled onto her side and sat up drooling.  Dany brought out a third big
bowl of cooked choice cuts of meat.  She was bribing her wolf Arya thought
incredulously!  Nymeria the greedy wolf gulped down the chunks of meat Dany
threw to her.  Soon the bowl was empty and the wolf’s belly was full and
bulging.  Nymeria plopped back on her back and looked expectantly at the Queen
who laughed and got back down on her knees and hard scratched Nymeria’s belly
the wolf’s legs running in the air above her belly.
Arya saw Dany’s rock hard nipples and smelled Dany’s wet pussy with Nymeria’s
sensitive nose.  Oh gods.  Arya pulled back from Nymeria enough to quickly
stripe down.  She knew she would be helpless watching Dany inside Nymeria but
she was prepared this time.  She would enjoy the show of Dany masturbating to
repeated orgasms and let it fill her body.  When her wolf left Dany’s quarters
then and only then Arya would leave her wolf.
Soon Dany got up.  She washed her hands clean and dried them.  Then she slowly
and sensually pulled her nightgown off and Nymeria sat up to look at the
Queen.  The wolf understanding her master wanted to see the Queen fully.  The
Queen played her body like a master harp player plucking the strings of her
erogenous zones.  Arya felt her body so tight with need.  She was so wound up
seeing her beloved working her swollen tits and cunt with her fingers wet and
glistening.  Dany screamed and screamed with her multiple orgasms. 
Gods she was so fucking beautiful.  Finally, after several hours, the Queen
started to get very drowsy and on shaky legs let Nymeria out of her room.  Arya
was out of her wolf in a flash.  She would talk to her wolf about her betrayal
on another night!  Arya went berserk masturbating.  Half way through her
session of self-loving she heard scratching at the door.  She cursed but got up
and let in Nymeria who woofed and plopped down in front of the roaring fire and
watched Arya resume masturbating. 
Any chastisement could wait to the morning.  Or Afternoon.  Or whenever.
The wolf was not sure exactly why Arya and Dany were working their vaginas so
much.  They did extremely enjoy themselves though.  Nymeria wished they would
start mating.  Why were they delaying their mating when they so clearly desired
each other?  Nymeria’s eyes and nose told the Direwolf that they were
compatible in all ways for each other.
On nights with no Clatch of Confidents meetings Nymeria visited the Queen’s
chambers even earlier for food and belly scratching and staying to watch the
Queen pleasure herself for her master.  On those nights the Queen masturbated
in long, long sessions of heated fucking.  Arya watched her Queen pull out long
phallic shafts and fucked herself in the pussy and ass with them!  Arya longed
to use them on the Queen and more importantly use them on her!
Arya was besotted with the sight of Dany’s body soaked in sweat and cum.  Her
hair lank and plastered all over her face, shoulders, neck and back. The loud
screams of gut wrenching orgasms that had Dany’s body flipping and jackknifing
all over her bed.  Arya was in love with the smell of Dany’s pussy.  All of
this fueled Arya’s own masturbatory sessions. 
She was tired in the mornings but her body felt so alive and singing to her. 
She was so in love with Dany.  The more she saw of the woman pleasuring herself
the more she wanted the Queen.  Plus, she was learning so much about how to
touch a woman and make her scream.  She would rock Dany’s world!
When Arya went to the Queen’s chambers after their workouts to wash in the
royal bath chamber she so wanted to strip naked in front of the Queen and throw
caution to the wind. To tell the Queen she loved her with all her heart.  She
wanted to fall to her knees and declare her love and then bury her face in
Dany’s plump pussy and show her woman how much she loved her.  She felt like
she already knew Dany’s body intimately.  She would use her knowledge to devour
Dany and rock her world.  They would fuck each other so good.  Their physical
love binding their souls together into one.
Then reality would sit in.  She knew Dany was saving herself till after the
North campaign to select a King to help her rule her empire.  History and
tradition demanded it.  Dany would do what she must and hid away her true
desires.  She may take backdoor lovers to satisfy her true needs but it would
not be love.  Arya now knew she could not stay in King’s Landing when that
hideous day occurred.  She could not stand to see another touch her Queen’s
body.  Dany was meant for her and her alone!
Arya was sleepy.  She cast these negative thoughts behind her.  She wanted to
think positive thoughts of Dany.  She had stayed up late last night
masturbating after another session of what she now called “Dirty Warging”.  She
took the opportunity of flying on Drogon with Dany to snuggle into her back and
let the heat lull her to sleep while hugging Dany.  She craved the closeness of
her body pressed into the Queen’s body.  She loved how Dany gripped her hands
with own her hands to make sure Arya did not fall off the dragon’s back.  It
was not needed but she loved how the Queen protected her.  The way Dany
intertwined their fingers made Arya feel like the Queen loved her but Arya
shook her head sadly at her childish fantasies.
Arya was awakened by the Queen when the dragons landed in the steppes of
central Westeros.  It was midnight.  Barristan informed them they were fifty
miles from the Golden Road.  Dany walked out into the waist high grass and
stood facing into the breeze flowing out of the west.
Arya walked out to join the white haired Targaryen.  “Does this remind you of
the Dothraki Sea?”
“Yes it does.”
“Do you miss it?”
Dany looked out over the grass swaying to the heartbeat of the wind.  “Yes and
no … I discovered my calling in that grass sea. … … but my home is here now. 
This is the land of my birth. The land that has always called to me.  This is
my home.”
Arya sensed the Queen wanted to say more but simply looked out over the swaying
grass.  They leaned into each other in companionable silence.  How Arya longed
to confess her true love for and to the Queen.  Fear of rejection and worse
being sent away kept the words locked in her throat.  She couldn’t live without
Daenerys but was afraid that the day would come when Dany married some fucking
high prince to further the realm.  To marry for political expediency.  She had
done it in Essos.  Arya saw no reason why it would not also happen in Westeros.
It wasn’t fair.
A half hour later they were awing again.  The Queen flew her dragons ever to
the west.  Arya went back to sleep pressed against the Queen’s back as Dany
leaned back into Arya both asleep.  Arya was awakened again when the sun was
rising in the East lighting them from behind.  There was high mountain peaks on
both side of their wedge of flying dragons.
They found a high mountain vale.  They landed deep in the Misty Mountains. 
Thick banks of fog rolled by underneath them in valleys far below.  The air was
cool and crisp and heavy with moisture.  The riders stretched and ate a quick
meal of beef jerky, cheese and hard tack bread.  The dragons basked in the
sunshine of the rising sun that shone down the long mountain pass.  They were
on land no man had stood on before.  Here in a place that no one riding a horse
could ever reach.  These high mountain peaks were a bastion of unspoiled
beauty.
Arya looked up at the high mountain peaks forever clothed in sheets of ice and
now had shrouds of clouds wreathed around their peaks.  It was breathtaking. 
Daenerys joined her. 
“It is beautiful her.  Unspoiled nature not touched by man.  I wonder if any of
the first people live in such mountain fortresses hidden away from the sight
and hand of man.”
Arya was intrigued by the thought.
Soon they were awing again and heading towards Lannisport.  The crossed the
continental divide of the Misty Mountains and the dragons flew down the Western
slopes first flying in deep shadows as they rode the thermals flying fast their
sense of direction taking them unerringly to the promontory that Casterly Rock
resided on.
As the sun rose higher over the land the orb bathed the land in vivid bright
sunshine that showed the occasional farm now that they were in the foothills. 
Arya saw the dragon’s find the Golden Road and flew down the lane towards their
destination.  Arya saw buildings and small villages appear. Traffic was on the
road.
Near two hours before noon the small promontory of Casterly Rock appeared.  To
Arya it was a beautiful construct.  Winterfell was dark and functional whereas
Casterly Rock and Lannisport were things of beauty to behold.  The buildings
were made of polished marble that caught and reflected the sun in blinding
flashes of white.  Tall spires glittered like pure ivory in the bright sun.
The land jutted out into a large promontory with a channel that had cut into it
to produce a large island that housed Casterly rock.  A bridge had been
constructed between the land and the island.  The abutments built into the gut
rock of both land masses.  Guard towers guarded each end of the bridge with
draw gates built into the arches.  Arya spied where the roadway entered into
the island.  Dany had told her the entryway was called The Lion's Mouth.  The
builders of the castle had fashioned an enormous natural cavern reaching two
hundred feet high and built an archway to the height of the cavern.  Its steps
were wide enough for twenty riders.  Arya was sure the roof of the cavern was
filled with murder holes.  Only then could you enter Casterly Rock proper.  The
top of the island had been leveled and here was the ancestral castle of House
Lannister.
The two leagues of the island was filled with tunnels from exploration for gold
and precious gems.  This had made for many hidden rooms and chambers for the
inhabitants to live and thrive in. The Rock itself has been measured at three
times the height of the Wall.  The roofs of many of the buildings were gilded
it the gold that was mined from the island. The glint of white marble and gold
roofs was near blinding from certain angles. 
The dragons flew just above the high ramparts and between the towers.  Arya
looking down saw shocked adults and gleeful children.  The dragons had
returned.  Dany had visited all the major cities of the South many times as she
consolidated her control on Westeros. 
Dany had her dragons bank back over the sea and came in from the ocean to fly
just above the rooftops and spires of Lannisport proper.  The dragons trumpeted
loudly as their beating wings almost touched the rooftops and chimneys.  The
dragons would fly at the towers and only at the last moment bank to brush the
stone seemingly with their trailing legs and tails.
For ten minutes the dragons flew over the city of immaculate marble, limestone
and granite of the richly carved buildings of the city. The wealth was obvious
with the gilded edges of buildings in gold, silver, bronze and copper throwing
up glimmering shimmers of wealth and prosperity.  The Lannisters definitely
shared their wealth which ameliorated the Queen’s feelings towards Tywin
Lannister.  Only a little though because the man was an “asshole” all agreed,
especially the two additional riders who rode on the dragons.
Arya snorted seeing golden lions guarding the gates into the city of Lannisport
on the ingress and egress of the golden road.  Such a waste of resources.  By
now the streets and the rooftops were filled with wildly screaming people. 
Arya smiled at the children waving wildly.  Arya frowned at the comely young
lasses squealing waving at the Queen and pointing at themselves.  Gosh, Arya
hated the ‘Queenie’ groupies dying to get in the Queen’s short clothes!   Those
belonged to her!  Well-in her dreams- but they belonged to her!
The dragons landed before the towers on the bridge leading to the tunnel into
Casterly Rock.  The riders dismounted.  Nymeria jumped down and walked to a
statue and marked it as her territory.  The wolf owned all she came across in
her mind.  Arya looked around as the other riders removed their chaps and
gloves.  They waited patiently.  They had arrived unannounced. 
Ten minutes later a man in his late fifties walked out with a much younger man
who was obviously his son.  The older man was still fit and trim.
He walked up and his face registered shock seeing the companions with the Queen
and Arya.  He bowed to the Queen as did his son.  The young man in his early
twenties stared at their male companion in open awe.
“I great you to Casterly Rock” the elder spoke.  “We had not known you were
coming or we would have provided the pomp and circumstance the Queen deserves.”
“I detest ‘pomp and circumstance’ Kevan.” 
“Still, a queen deserves it and should have it.  It helps the common man bond
with the Queen.”
“Like it did with Cersei?”
“I said pomp and circumstance and not ostentatious extravagance.  You are
balanced in ways I fear my niece never was.”  Kevan turned towards the two new
riders that were with the Queen.  “It is a pleasure to meet you after so much
time Jamie Lannister or should I say Jamie of Tarth.”  He walked over to
Brienne and took her hand kissing the back of her hand.  “And you must be the
fair maid who captured Jaime’s heart.”
Brienne’s face went beet red.
Kevan turned back to the Queen.  “You will be wanting audience with Tywin I
assume.”
“Yes.”
“Can I ask what the necessity of this unannounced visit is?”
“I will announce that when we have audience with your brother.”
“As you wish.  I will go and inform my brother of your desire for an audience
with him.”  Kevan turned.
The Queen called out to him.  “I wish you were the Lord of Casterly Rock
Kevan.  You are so much more worthy than your brother.”
The man looked at her and then smiled slightly.  “I never have such thoughts my
Queen.  He is the elder.  All is at should be.  I will let my brother know you
are here.  The man walked back up the bridge into Casterly Rock.
“Why in the seven hells couldn’t Kevan have been born first?” Dany fumed.
“Why do you not barge in and demand an audience?  You are the Queen” Arya asked
her Queen.
“Then I look like the ass.  No.  This is his keep and it is seemly that I wait
on his pleasure.”
The both watched Lancel move to Jamie and Breinne.  Jaime per his casual charm
“What’s up cuz?” had the young man quickly loosening up and talking
animatedly.  The youth looking nervously at Brienne and her imposing height. 
“Don’t worry Lancel.  She won’t bite.  Unless I tell her too.”
“Jaimeeee!”
“It is beautiful here” Arya told Dany.
“Yes it is.  I hear that at sunset the whole shape of Casterly rock looks like
a Lion in repose.  Must be nice to have all that gold underneath you ass when
you take a shit?”
“Dannyyyyy!” Arya felt her own face turn beet red at the bawdy humor.
She saw Dany smiling impishly at her.
They waited twenty minutes.  Jamie was fuming but Dany sat on Drogon’s fore
claw and waited patiently.
Nymeria came up to Jaime with a big stick and dropped it in front of him. 
Jaime looked down confused. 
“Throw it Jamie.  She likes to play fetch” Arya told Jaime.
“Really.” He gave the stick to Brienne. “She is a lot strong than me.”  Brienne
smiled softly and took the stick.  Nymeria got up and woofed excitedly.  She
would get a good run in!  Brienne leaned back threw the stick far off.  The
stick thudding on the paved road and bouncing with Nymeria running after it
snapping at the twisting stick before getting it in her jaws.  She ran back and
Brienne threw it again.
Arya now sitting on another claw watched Jamie, Brienne and even Lancel playing
fetch with Direwolf who in her excitement leapt up and down waiting for the
stick to be thrown again.
“She looks like an ur-vile” Dany commented.
Kevan finally appeared again walking down the bridge clearly agitated.  “I must
apologize for the delay. Tywin can see you now.”
Jamie came up to his uncle.  “Is my father being an ass again Kevan.”
The man looked at his nephew.  “He is a hard man but he leads our people well
Jaime.  Never forget that.”
The man led them into the tunnel.  Arya kept looking up looking for the murder
holes she knew that must be there unseen.
They came out into a plaza that was pure ostentatious.  Before her was a large
square.  It was paved in flagstones inlaid with precious gems and gold inlay in
geometric patterns that both flowed together and were subtly jarring.  The
color blue, white, black and beige.  The patterns repeated but were subtly
differing in a way Arya could not put her finger on. The Fountain was pure gold
of two male lions roaring their defiance with water pouring from their mouths
to splash into the retaining basin. 
They were led into the castle going down halls lined with tapestries,
sculptures, suits of armor and glass cases lined with precious gems.  The
wealth of House Lannister on full display.
They entered into a large room with a big oak table in the middle. At the far
end sat Tywin Lannister with his back ramrod straight and his close cut hair
and goatee giving him a sever, august air about him.
He rose. “My Queen.  Your visit was not heralded.” He sat back down not showing
the Queen a seat.  Arya heard Kevan sigh.  He pulled out a chair first for
Daenerys and then for Arya to sit in before he seated himself.  Jamie pulled
out the chair for a blushing Brienne as she protested she could get it herself.
All was quiet for a minute. Tywin rapped his fingers on the table top and
Daenerys stared at him with unblinking violet eyes.  Arya could feel the
contest of wills.  The air almost crackling with the tension in the air inside
the room.  Two strong wills probing and seeking advantage.
Tywin finally spoke first.  “I received your ravens.  You did not need to
travel all the way across Westeros.”
“I think I did.  I want to make sure we both understand each other.  You will
provide full support to Highgarden if the Iron Islands rise in rebellion while
I am in the North.”
“I know my duty.”
“Do you?”
“I have always served the realm.”
“Like you did when your dog Gregor Clegane raped and killed Elia Martell and
killed her children Rhaenys and Aegon.  My niece and nephew.”
Tywin jumped out of his seat his eyes on fire.  “I had nothing to do with that
crime!”
“No. … But you definitely created the environment and kept you dogs unleashed
so that others did your crimes.  Any crimes your lieutenants do will be laid at
your feet from now on.  I will broke no excuses or ‘I did not know’.  I will
execute exacting judgment.  I think you have heard of it.”
“Are you threating me?” Tywin growled sitting back down.
“No threats.  Simple statement of facts.”
Arya could read the Queen fairly well now she thought and she felt the
tension.  She looked in the back of the room.  Barristan was ramrod straight
but Strong Belwas was eating allthe fruit out of a large bowel unconcerned by
the tension in the room.
To Tywin’s credit Arya thought he had no guards in the room.  He was nothing if
not confident in his seat of power.
“I will do all that is required of me Queen.  I hear Eddard Stark has you
jumping to his tune.  Is the heat getting to you small queen.  I hear you
squirm on the throne.”
“Yes.  My ass cheeks do get sore.  Having iron in your ass does make one immune
I suppose.”
Tywin scowled.  “You will fail you know.  No woman can rule.  It takes a man
strength of arm and will.”
Daenerys looked eyes with Tywin.  “Are you challenging me in your seat of
power?”
“No!  I merely state facts.”
“I think this meeting is adjourned.”  Dany got up and Arya followed suite.  “Do
you have anything to say to your son before we leave?”
“I have no son” Tywin sneered.
Jamie stood up.  “Father.  There need be no rancor between us. The child will
cleave themselves from their parents and seek their own destiny.”
“Bah!  A son follows the path the father has set out for him.  Prodigy support
the family line.  I did and so you should have.”
Jaime shrugged and turned to Brienne.  “Of well, I tried.”
“I will never forgive you for not taking the seat of Casterly Rock.”
“Shove it pops.  I have my own life now and my own wife.”
“That ugly cow.”
Jaime’s pleasant demeanor changed in a heartbeat.  He turned to his father.  In
a deadly quiet voice “Excuse me?”
Kevan tried to step in “Tywin, Brienne of Tarth is his wife!”
“Shut up brother!”
“Your wife is an ugly gargoyle Jaime. She is hideous to look upon.  She must be
a hermaphrodite.  At least your brother fucks females.”
An inarticulate sound came from Jamie as he started to pull his sword from its
scabbard.  Brienne in a flash was up and by Jamie’s side and gripped his wrist
preventing her husband from pulling the sword out of its scabbard. 
“Let it go my sweet husband.  He is not worth it.”
“Listen to your fucking cow son.”
“For me Jaime.  Please.”
“Are you going to add kin slayer to king slayer to your titles O son?”
“Fuck you!”
“I thought that was Tyrion’s job.  He is the whore monger.”
“Have you ever wondered why all three of your children hate you.”
“Because you all are abject failures to our family and to me.”
Brienne gripped Jamie and pulled him to her body and enfolded him in her arms
and bent down to kiss his temple.
Awww they are so cute Arya thought.  She wanted to do that for Dany!  To be
there for her Queen in her moments of need.
“All three of us are thriving father.  It is time for us to leave if you are
done my Queen.”
“I believe we are Jaime” Dany spoke calmly and turned to Tywin.  “I will have
Olenna – a woman – and Tyrion – your son – watching you Tywin.  Don’t give me a
reason to be happy and come and gut you.”
Tywin scowled.
The party started to leave but Jaime paused at the door.  “I just want you to
know that we are all thriving.  I have a family now.  Tyrion is the best Hand
in the history of Westeros.  And my dear sweet sister I hear is becoming quite
the hellcat warrior.”
Tywin scowled harder.
“One more thing.  Moths and sparrows report that my sweet sister, your daughter
has turned lesbo pops.  She is wolfing down pussy like her life depends on it. 
Cersei has turned lesbo and guess who with?  The kicker is—it is Obara she is
in love with.  The eldest daughter of your hated enemy Oberyn!
“Get out of my presence you cur!”
“Such endearments father” Jamie chuckled holding hands with Brienne as he and
the rest of Daenerys entourage left the embittered leader of House Lannister. 
A man with no heirs.
 
The Cowled Woman
The sun had long set and the guard at the gates of King’s Landing were on
alert.  The city was on a martial setting.  Troops were on the move constantly
in and out of the Red Keep.  All were subtly examined and challenged when
necessary.
The Unsullied were on the lookout for any strange traffic that did not fit the
profile of troops.  Normally, the gates would close at sunset but the
mobilization of the South to head north was in full effect.
She Who Must Not Be Named had stopped off at a distance from the gate.  She was
over a mile away but her sharp eyesight could see the guards better than most
men could standing right beside the men.  Her large green eyes let in all
light.  Her night vision exceeded that of the owls that she heard flying
overhead. 
She could feel the men’s unusual attention.  Most humans easily let their
attention wander quickly with a boring task.  These men’s will were uniquely
singular.  She probed deeper and discovered that their manhood had been
removed.  Her green tunic synched at the waist blew in the night breeze.  The
fabric fluttering and blown out behind her.  Her hair fluttered showing the two
tips of her Elven like ears.  She heard the guards talk in the native language
of the Queen.
Her eyebrows arched.  She sifted through barely remembered memories of these
men and felt her anger surge at their mistreatment as youths.  She felt the cut
of the knife and the pain of young boys so harmed and then forced to do vile
things.
She felt their burgeoning individualities and their respect and nescient love
for their Queen who had put her life at great danger to give them their
freedom.  Daenerys Targaryen had freed them of slavery and offered them their
freedom.  To a man they had all pledged allegiance to the woman.
It would seem this Daenerys Targaryen also named the Chain Breaker was a must
powerful and descent woman.  Still, it was not her She Who Must Be Named had
come to see.
She felt her feelings roiling within but said the mantras she had developed to
calm herself.  She shook her head again agitated that again her anger so easily
flared.  After forty-four thousand years one would think she would have learned
control after her freedom from the abyss.
She knew this was why the White Gold wielders and the Elohim feared her.  As
powerful as the Ice King was, that the Queen was preparing to fight, his power
was minuscule compared to hers.  She had crushed Lord Foul with one backhand.
The cowled woman moved forward.  Without effort she quickly covered the
distance to the gates of King’s Landing.  She came up to the Unsullied who had
their spears crossed in the traditional crossed shafts position.  She passed
through the wooden shafts unseen.  The Unsullied had never felt her presence.
She looked around the city.  Then the green eyes looked at the Red Keep.  It
was there her destination resided.  Her senses told her that the one she wanted
to visit was still wide awake.  She wanted to visit them and leave the satchel
that was draped over her shoulder with them as they slept.  She Who Must Not Be
Named had time to walk around the city of King’s Landing and observe the mass
of humanity seething in the city.
She had seen cities that had towers that reached for the stars and were made of
exotic metals and filled with large glass windows.  This city by comparison was
quant and maybe even squalid.
The small woman walked down the streets looking from side to side.  Her bare
feet lightly touching the dry ground filled with ruts and dung from the passing
animals.  Such things did not concern her.  She passed persons traveling
singly, in groups and many couples talking softly.
The varying emotions buffeted her but she was able to control their effect on
her.  She was in control and enjoyed feeling the sensations of so many emotions
flowing over her body like the flowing current of a fast running river.  As
long as the emotions were not focused and passionate she could handle them.
She felt happiness and sadness.  She felt the emotions of gratitude and the
feelings of rejected anger.  The cowled woman felt the benighted emotions of
love and peace and the avarice of greed and naked lust.  She felt all the
spectrum of human emotions and thoughts.  The emotions unfocused and washed
over her like the waves of the incoming tide.  She was only used to certain
emotions all of them dark even after so many years of freedom.
The small women saw a tavern and decided to move inside.  The cowled woman
concentrated for a fraction of a second and her satchel disappeared into sub-
space.  She walked between a group of people in the doorway talking and
laughing.  She stepped inside to find a dark room with a low ceiling and large
oaken beams supporting the floors above.
There were tables in the center of the room and booths along the three walls
that did not house the bar.  She saw men and women laughing and flirting. 
Alcohol was being consumed in large quantities lowering inhibitions. 
Bartenders talked to the customers and poured them drinks.
Soon a large man clearly drunk was raging about his woman cheating on him back
in Braavos.  Maybe he should be in Braavosshe thought to herself.  He told the
table beside him that he did not like their accent. They told him to go beat
his meat. What did that mean? The cowled woman thought to herself musing. 
Humans had the most strange syntax and word usage.
The loud man was soon fighting the next table with more quickly joining the
fight.  The cowled woman could sense that many joining the fight had no idea
why they were fighting.  Strange.   The Cowled woman left as men went flying
through the windows.  It did indeed seem that meat was now being beat as she
observed a man with a bloody scalp from his head going through the window.  She
now understood the phrase “beat your meat”.
The silent cowed woman moved from street to street aimlessly.  She came to a
thoroughfare that was wider than the ones she had been traversing.  She moved
on down the street.  She saw signs proclaiming this was the Street of Silk. 
She looked for seamstresses but saw none.  Then she noticed the purple hued
lanterns over the doorways and along the balconies on the upper floors.  Then
She Who Must Not Be Named understood.  She was in the purple light district of
the City. She was surrounded by brothels.
She looked up at a sign and read it:  Chataya's House of Pleasure.  The
lettering pleased her senses with the fancy scroll.  The two peacocks with
their tails fully extended and twined necks was also pleasing to the eye.  She
Who Must Not Be Name loved the bright colors she could easily see in the night
gloom.  She decided to go into that domicile. 
This brothel was a house two stories tall with a stone ground floor and a
timber upper floor. A round turret rose from one corner of the structure.  Many
of the windows were leaded.  The two large windows on the front of the building
on its first floor and the entryway had paintings on them.  No.  The windows
were made of colored glass.  She paused to look at the one to the right.  The
paintings depicted many manners of sexual intercourse between the sexes.  Most
were heterosexual but a fair percentage were homosexual with female / female
pairings.  Why do you have sex with your own sex?  No offspring can be produced
from such unions.  She never really understood human sexuality.  She went
underneath the entryway looking at the ornate lamp that swung on a metal arm. 
The globe made of gilded metal and purple hued glass that the oil lamp inside
made glow.  She found the color very pleasing to the eye.
Inside the entrance She Who Must Not Be Named saw a mosaic on the floor of two
women entwined in their lovemaking.  This brothel must cater to women who
lusted after their own sex.  Her time in Thomas Covenant’s world had also shown
her that many men were turned on by the sight.  She assumed men paid for such
displays.  The cowled woman inhaled deeply.  The exotic spices in the air
intoxicated her.  She did not need oxygen but she relished using her senses to
their fullest to partake of her environment.
She moved forward past an ornate Myrish screen that was carved with flowers and
fairies and dreaming maidens.  She now entered the common room.  She saw a
woman playing a harp with skillful fingers the melody haunting in the key of A
minor.  She looked up and saw a cushioned alcove and a leaded colored glass
window where sunlight would pour through during the day. 
The muted light made the mahogany and teak wood gleam darkly and the thickly
upholstered sofas, divans and chairs were placed throughout the large sitting
common room.
The cowled the woman looked around her deep hood and bending of light waves
kept her face in deep shadows.  She had learned long ago that most humanoids
found her features unsettling and had learned to hide them.  Her head turned
from side to side taking in her environs.  She looked at the obvious
prostitutes.  They were made up very well with beautifully applied makeup. 
They were dressed in flowing silks cinched at the waist with beaded belts.  She
Who Must Not Be Name took a seat on a divan with no other patrons or whores
sitting on it.
She Who Must Not Be Named looked at the couples lounging together on the
various furniture.  The prostitutes were obvious as they stroked and flirted
with their clients.  The Cowled woman had seen this many times on many
planets.  She was unmoved by the displays of courtship.  She found it
fascinating she did admit.  For humans she had discovered they did not
necessarily fuck to procreate.  They went to much effort for pleasure she knew
was so fleeting.  It seemed like a monumental waste of energy and time. 
The whole idea of sex was strange to the Qaylar.  The making of children for
her kind was more spiritual than physical.
She tuned her senses and the smell of spices, perfume and sex flooded her
mind.  She let her mind drift.  Her mental vision wafted to the second floor
and back bedrooms of the establishment.  The Cowled woman saw the human bodies
rutting on the beds and rugs in the various bedrooms.  She assumed that the
rich and powerful frequented this place.  The expense was obvious.  The Cowled
woman’s head moved slowly taking it all in. She had never fully understood
human mating rituals.  Animals rutted where humans put strange rituals around
the act of procreating.  Most of their rutting produced no offspring.  Then why
fuck?
The divan she was on suddenly compressed to her left.  She Who Must Not Be
Named slowly turned her head.  Beside her sat a beautiful prostitute she
supposed.  She was 5’8” tall with full C cup breast and slender hips and a
voluptuous Glutinous Maximus.  A phrase from the world of Thomas Covenant came
unbidden to her mind.  “Lots of cushion for the pushing.”  This woman would
represent that.  She had wavy blond hair down over her shoulders several
inches.  The woman had very white teeth and her slip was sheer and she easily
saw the woman’s nipples and vagina.  Both were engorged with arousal.  She Who
Must Not Be Named smelled the woman’s excitement.
“What is your name?”
The cowled woman looked away from the prostitute having already lost interest. 
She again looked up through the floor at the rutting.  She had watched much
porn in Thomas Covenant’s world.  It was fascinating.  Why did humans put so
much energy and thought into such a brief act.  The pleasure of orgasm so
fleeting.  Most strange.
It had not been sex or love that had allowed A-Jeroth to imprison her for
countless thousand or was it millions of years.  It had been her own avarice
that had caste her into the pit.  
“You are the short, dark and dangerous type” the prostitute spoke sultrily to
the strange quiet woman sitting beside her so stoically.  “I like my women
dangerous.”
The woman seemed to be staring though the wall of the bar on the far wall.  Her
head moving slowly right and left her cowl hiding all her features.
“Hey, are you a silent sister?  It that the reason you are not telling me your
name.  I always wanted to bang one.  You seem awful small.  You must be very
young.  That makes me want to fuck you even more!  I hear you girls are wild in
bed.”
She Who Must Not Be Named was looking into the Red Keep.  Her destination was
still awake reading a book from Naath.  She would be patient.
“My name is Erinylea Harterion.  I originally hail from Pentos.  I spent three
years there in a brothel that only catered to women.  In fact I only do women. 
I am very skilled and would love to fuck you.  I am nasty and wicked.  In a
good way, I mind you.  Hell you got me so excited I will do you for free.  I
always wanted to fuck a Silent Sister.  I love the taboo of it.  I have already
made my numbers for today.  Chataya and Alayaya are always easy but especially
now having just married Solaja.  ”
The woman still ignored her which was starting to piss off Erinylea.  Her good
friend Raraso Xhala had gotten lucky last week.  Two silent sisters had come
all chaste and quiet and silently handed to Alayaya a beautifully written note
that said they wanted a whore from the Summer Islands.  Alayaya had smiled and
called down Raraso.  The two silent sisters had nodded their approval.  Raraso
had barely been able to walk the next morning the two women had fucked her so
hard and long.  Raraso had told Erinylea that when the robes came off she had
squealed in delight.  The two women had been drop dead gorgeous.  They had been
the youngest daughters of rich families sent to monasteries.  The dowries just
too onerous for yet another daughter.  They had definitely not been silent in
Raraso’s bed.  Their screams deafening and cursing and dirty talk continuous.
Now it was Erinylea’s turn!  She wanted the same!
“Hey!  Did you hear me?  I. Want. To. Fuck. You.  Fuck your order’s vows.  Most
of your sister’s do.  I am even banging a few of your high order.  I want to do
a lowly neophyte.  Raraso Xhala told me how hot you all are.  Get your freak on
with me and abuse me like the whore I am.  Pull my hair and slap my face, tits
and ass.  Choke me out.  I love it all.  Make me scream from it!” the
prostitute husked to the small woman.
“You like your woman dangerous?” the cold voice was soft and yet it filled the
whole room.  The voice was hollow and echoed as if the speaker was deep in a
sepulcher and not a big open room.  The voice though softly spoken was strong
and vibrant but as cold as the grave.  It echoed through the large room.  The
Cowled woman finally turned to look at the woman beside her.  The small woman's
face hidden in deep shadows of her cowl. 
The other women in the whore house now turned to look unsettled in the
direction of a suddenly very scared Erinylea.  The room was filled with a
sudden unease.  The men moved uneasily. 
“I am indeed dangerous.  I have killed by the thousands.  In times past, I
slayed all men on sight (the cowled looked at the men in the room with a slow
turn of her head as the men gulped and tried to not piss themselves).  I
crushed their bodies with a thought.”
The whole room had stilled to stare at the small bare foot woman with horror. 
They could feel the power radiating off the small framed robbed woman.  The
Cowled woman looked more like a tall child of ten or eleven.  Every man and
woman instinctively understood this woman was speaking the truth of her past. 
The woman appeared to not yet be flowered.  Despite her appearance, now a
feeling of ancientness exuded from the woman.  This woman was as old as the
bones of the Earth.
She now looked at the whore directly her body leaning forward.  Erinylea leaned
back as she looked into the cowl and only saw a well of dark emptiness.  She
had the feeling of being sucked into an abyss looking into that pool on
nothingness.  Deep in that well of darkness she now saw two dull green glowing
points.  They could not be more than inches from her face and yet they seemed
miles away.
“Do you want to know what I did to the women?”
Erinylea shook her head violently ‘no’.  The cowled woman’s words were dreadful
but it was her body language and her hollow voice that was truly creeping her
out.
“I ripped their body to shreds and then pulverized their protoplasm as I tore
their souls from their bodies and ate them to live within my incorporeal body. 
Then I made them scream in endless torment and agony.  I never let their souls
rest as I roasted them in horror, agony and insanity.  I never slept and I
spent every moment tormenting and torturing their souls.  My self-hate fueling
my rage.  They felt the same insanity and agony that tore at my wasted soul.”
“Are—are they still in you?” Erinylea asked fearing she was about to die.  Her
face now sheened with sweat and her body shaking in naked fear.
“No.  Linda Avery ripped them from me.  She stole back my lost souls.”
“Are you going to kill me?” Erinylea strangled out.  Her body now beaded with
sweat in her horror.  Sweat trickled down her face in slow rivulets.  
The cowled woman stood up and looked down at the wildly trembling woman.  She
looked around the room.  All were filled with terror.
“I will leave now.”
She left the establishment and walked around the streets of King’s Landing. 
She slowly moved her feet lost in thought.  She still dreamed of the abyss even
after all these thousands of years.  After a time she noticed she was before
the great Sept of Balor. She walked up to the nearest tower and looked up.
She filled her hands and feet with millions of micro hairs like she had read of
Geckos having.  She easily scaled up the side of the tower.  Soon she was on
top of the tallest crystal spire.  She pulled her cowl back and let the wind
blow over her face and stream her green hair behind her.
She sighed.  It had not been promises of lust and power that Lord Foul had used
to imprison her.  Any love had been secondary in her desires if any at all.  It
had been promises of power unrivaled and avarice that had done her in.  She had
been so young and filled with vice.  She loved the feel of the breeze on her
person.  She spent half an hour enjoying the purity of nature and her forces. 
She again sent her senses flowing to the Red Keep.  Now her target was getting
drowsy and had gone to bed.
She Who Must Not Be Named let go of the spire and let the breeze blow her to
the Red Keep.  She soon arrived at the first wall and let her atoms phase shift
and she was inside the walls.
She walked down the halls always working up.  She moved to the area reserved
for royals and the high attendants.  She saw a Direwolf padding down the hall. 
She moved to the side wall.  The wolf passed her and then paused.  It looked
around and sniffed hard but shook its head and moved on down the hall.
The Cowled woman moved on.  She went up three levels and paused.  This woman
had interested her.  She walked through the thick wooden oak door
effortlessly.  She walked over to the bed.  The dark of night did not prevent
She Who Must Not Be Named from easily seeing Olenna Redwyne.  The woman was
sleeping soundly.
This woman had strong longings in her.  Desires for what might have been.  She
herself was filled with such thoughts. The wonderings of paths not taken and
the desire to have had their life take another path.  She understood those
thoughts.
She had been watching from the sept at Highgarden when the woman had nearly
fallen. The fall would have broken both her hips and her right wrist if not
saved by the Direwolf that had just passed her.  The panic in the old woman had
touched her.  She had touched the woman’s gnome and removed the genes causing
her rheumatoid arthritis.  All evidence of it now gone.
She contemplated doing more but decided against it.  If her true destination
failed in what she needed to do then the chances were much greater that all
human life would eradicated in Westeros.  No need to perform “a miracle” if it
was for naught.
She paused reconsidering.  She again looked down at the woman.  Why not?  The
touched the woman.  Why not set it in motion.  Let destiny decide if it came to
fruition. 
She Who Must Not be Named lessened the density of her body altering her phase
shift and floated up into the air and went through the ceiling of the current
room and came into another room that made her pause.
She saw a dwarf – this would be Tyrion Lannister; the same one she had seen on
the beach in Dorne with the Queen – riding a woman whose shed garb told the
robed woman she must be a Dothraki female.  Tyrion was riding her back and
whooping calling out “I’m the Stallion who mounts the world.”  The woman
whinnied and rose up on her knees and pretended to try and dislodge the dwarf. 
The Cowled woman noticed the woman had a butt plug in her ass that had real
horse hair stitched into it. 
She Who Must Not Be Named eyebrows knitted.  What could that signify?  A
fertility right?
She Who Must Not Be Named looked before the fireplace and saw two more Dothraki
women on their sides dong sixty-nine.  She had learned that phase in the world
of Thomas Covenant.  Humans were most inventive when it came to sex.  She
noticed they too had butt plugs with real horse hair inserted into their
anuses.  They grunted and snuffled obviously enjoying themselves.
Tyrion called out.  “Don’t wear yourselves out Tasi, Qissi.  When I get done
riding and fucking Withi I will be mounting you two again.”  One of the
Dothraki women released the ass cheek she was clawing and lifted her arm up and
then gave a thumb’s up.  At this moment, the dwarf lost his balance falling off
the woman.  He fell off the woman backward flipping down to the ground.  He
knocked himself unconscious.  The Dothraki woman spun around and tried to
revive the man.  The Cowled woman looked into the man.  He was merely knocked
out and not concussed.
She Who Must Not Be Named shook her head walking out the room and through the
door.  Human mating rituals were indeed most strange.
She walked down two more hallways and then paused before the thick oaken door. 
Yes.  She was indeed in deep sleep.  She walked through the door and into the
midnight dark of the teenager’s room.
The Cowled woman walked over to the table.  She focused and from sub-space she
called forth the satchel she had copied from the traitors.  She sat the satchel
with the betrayer’s correspondence.  It was in code.  Missandei had the ability
to break the code.  She would leave it to the fates as to whether or not the
girl could do it.
Again she stopped to look at the girl from Naath.  She was truly fascinated by
the teenager.  She was still so innocent and pure.  She did not seem to be
tainted with any of the traits that blighted the human race and the spirits
that inhabited the world.  She Who Must Not Be Named had her flaws and they had
caste her down into the pit for agonizing millenniums of pure hell.  She moved
slowly to the bed of the sleeping teenager.
She Who Must Not Be Named got slowly on her knees and looked at the sleeping
woman.  She was truly the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.  She started
to reach out and touch her face.
No.  I will not corrupt her with my touch.  I long ago forfeited that right
with my greed and sin.  Still she stayed and looked at the young woman sleep
for another half hour.  The Cowled woman moved her head to closely examine the
teen’s face from every angle. 
The woman’s innocence truly touched her.  She sighed.  The girl longed for a
true love to find and love her.
Ellisìynæ Märiynéll rose up slowly.  She wondered if she had every truly
loved.  There was a flash of white light and a black hole appeared with green
bands of light streaming out of it.  Bands constantly swirling out from the
black circle that looked as if it was miles away and yet was only a heartbeat
away.  The small woman stepped into the worm hole and she was gone.
***** Arrivals and Departures *****
                                   Chapter 39
                            Arrivals and Departures
   Oberyn / Arya / Eddard / Missandei / Jon / Ygritte / Ice King / Daenerys
                                        
Oberyn
The horses nickered as they were brushed down for the evening.  Oberyn had
always found comfort in taking care of his mounts.  They were loyal to him and
he always enjoyed caring for the horses he rode.  He looked out at the
Kingswood off in the hazy distance to the East.  The vast woods still full of
primal uncut forests.  He loved looking at the tall oaks, ash and maples
soaring to the heights.  The trees rising to between seventy and a hundred feet
in height.  Their trunks close to five feet in diameter.
Their broad canopies giving tight coverage over the wildly spread trees.  He
loved the variation of color of the leaves and thickness of the canopy with the
interspersed ash and maple trees.  The widely spaced trees allowed for large
swaths of underbrush and brambles.  He knew the undergrowth was filled with
vague animal paths traveled by deer, boar and wild goats and sheep.  He had
often wanted to hunt in those woods.  He knew that bear, cougars, wolves and it
was rumored that saber tooth cats and woodland lions still lived in its core. 
The challenge and danger called to his martial nature.
He moved to the other side of his horse.  He took his pick out and looked at
the hooves on that side.  He removed several small stones that had lodged in
the groove of the horseshoes.  He checked the frog on each foot and found them
to be not black and hard to the touch.  They were healthy.  He picked up his
curry comb from his saddle bag and began to come out his horse’s coat. The
horse tossed his head slightly cropping the grass underneath his muzzle.
Oberyn loved his homeland of Dorne and its arid vistas of dry plains and
stunted wattles of trees.  In his land, the predominate color was a pale brown
with pale greens in colored swaths.  It was wild and untamed in a wide open
way.  Here the land was many hues of green.  The growth of the plants were not
stunted by sun, wind and lack of moisture.  In Dorne the grasses and trees
fought the land for life where the vegetation here was allowed to grow
luxuriant and profuse.  His horse pawed the ground to bring up succulent green
morsels to graze upon as its muzzle moved slightly to find new shunts of
verdant grass to crop as his master continued cleaning his main and tail.
Oberyn remembered his parting with his daughters.  They had been unhappy to
being left behind but he had determined it was best for them and the realm to
be left in their homeland.  He was still pissed with his youngest daughters for
taking their wives into the red wastes.  Myrcella and Arianna had handled
themselves exemplarily in combat actually Oberyn had to admit.  Still, Oberyn
knew that probably had more to do with luck than anything else.  Combat was
full of random chance.  But, taking their wives into the midst of combat had
been foolish.  He would never bring Ellaria into harm’s way.
He paused in his thoughts.  Arianne and Myrcella were of totally different
temperament than his sweet consort.  His daughter’s mates were fiery and he was
not surprised they had sought out combat.  Ellaria was fierce in the bedroom
but not in the open fields of combat.  The thought of going out into the field
with Oberyn would not even cross his sweetie’s mind.
He would have been much quicker to forgive his daughters if his brother Doran
had not chewed his ass four times already now for putting his daughter Arianna
into harm’s way.  He was sure more chewing outs were waiting in his future.  It
did not matter Arianna had insisted in traveling with his daughters.  The woman
was as headstrong as his own daughters.  They did not want to part from each
other especially when danger was in the air. 
He was sure that now that Myrcella and Arianna had tasted combat they would
desire to travel with their wives in the future when combat was required.  He
had not told his brother, Doran, that the genie was most likely out of the
bottle now.  His daughters’ wife would not be denied in her desires to go with
her sand snake wives into combat.  Myrcella would also demand it.  They had
proven themselves.  Doran might not admit it but Oberyn would.  Once one
survived your first combat your chances of death in combat dropped markedly. 
Once one had experience in combat that experience would allow one to avoid the
pitfalls of combat that led to death.
Tested now, Arianne and Myrcella would be wildcats demanding to accompany their
wives.  Dorea and Loreza had weathered his rebukes but he saw the fire in
them.  They would be bringing their wives with them when they went into the
field again.  Oberyn accepted the inevitability of it.
With his eldest, Obara, she was still in her honeymoon time with Cersei.  They
had been wedded just before he traveled north.  Cersei was still in training
even though she had long surpassed her master and Oberyn in strength, speed and
raw skill.  Her trainer had still not determined she could take up metal
weapons.  She still bitched and snarled about it but Oberyn knew it was all for
show.
Cersei continued to do all she was tasked with a snarl and sneer bidding her
time.  She was something fearsome now and she knew it.  All knew it.  She was
the fulfillment of prophecy Oberyn knew.  He remembered the sand witch’s
prophecies.  He had talked to Myrion Dwellen and he too agreed.  Oberyn had not
yet mentioned his theory to anyone else.  When the time came, there would be
push back if from nowhere else but from House Dayne.  Cersei would prove
herself.  Both Oberyn and Myrion knew it.
To Oberyn’s surprise Cersei had acquiesced to the demands of Myrion.  The woman
had definitely changed since her arrival in Dorne.  She was still fiery and her
tongue could flail the skin off your bones with her wicked tongue.  A tongue
that Obara was using every night to quite good affect he could hear at night
when he and Ellaria sometimes walked the grounds late at night before turning
in.
Of course his eldest daughter was coming over to his home and regaling both him
and his sweet Ellaria on how good Cersei was in the sack.  She had taken to the
kinky sex that Obara craved like a duck to water.  The woman loved being fucked
bowlegged with a big thick strap-on and loved ATM and A2P.  Cersei gladly
pulled her pussy or asshole open for Obara’s fist.  She loved to be roughed
up.  Obara was in heaven.
She was in heaven even more when Cersei proved to be an easy switch and loved
fucking the hell out of Oberyn’s eldest.  They both loved to be slapped all
over, hair pulled, spit on and choked out.  Ellaria was drooling over what she
was hearing.  She dearly wanted to fuck Cersei something fierce.  Oberyn
guessed he should be shocked but he was not. He doubted he would ever be lucky
but he too desired to fuck the fiery beautiful blond along with everyone else.
There was a sticking point that Obara had run into.   Cersei would get all
flustered and cry out she was not enough for Obara when Oberyn’s daughter tried
to broach the subject of fucking family members and the young cadets that
longed to fuck Cersei.  Oberyn’s daughter had hoped the sweet bonding with
Ellaria in the Officer’s Sauna had showed that Cersei was ready for open an
open relationship of Obara and Cersei sharing women in their bed.
Ellaria had consoled Obara.  She told her daughter of her heart to only be
patient.  Cersei would come around.  Obara needed to remember that Cersei came
from a repressed upbringing.  The culture north of Dorne was very prudish. 
Cersei needed time.  She was a pure slut inside and her love for Obara would
shine through.  Cersei just needed more time to be totally secure in the
burning love she and Obara shared.  Soon they would be sharing many sluts in
their bed.  Ellaria the first one! She had crowed making Obara smile.
Obara would be patient.  Cersei was from the prudish North.  Obara would slowly
show that their love was unbreakable and total.  With that kind of love they
could and should partake of pleasure with other women freely.  In Dorne
everyone was free with the sharing of physical pleasure.  All wanted to share
the pleasures of the flesh with their cherished ones.
After listening to Ellaria, Obara knew if she was patient it would be well
repaid.  She had reached over and petted her father’s hand.  “She will love you
to father.  You wait and see.”
“I think a heyna and lion lying together has a greater chance, Obara” Oberyn
had joked back.  He would love to share love and life with Cersei but he would
understand if she could never get over their past.  He had been very cruel to
her.  He still cringed at some of the things he had wanted to do the woman
before he got to see the real woman that existed so deep down inside Cersei
even she was not aware of the fine woman that she had become.
Cersei had endured almost two decades of abuse from Robert Baratheon.  To be
raped constantly and physically abused must have reduced her adore for males. 
Men had not been nice to Cersei.  Add to that the way her own father abused her
it was sad.  Oberyn still remembered Cersei falling apart when Daenerys in fit
of pique had fired a barb at Cersei about sending her back to Tywin Lannister
her father.  It was a flippant barb by the Queen.  Cersei had been spewing bile
back at the Queen.  That one remark gelded Cersei.  As soon as those words
reached her ears Cersei fell into a dead faint and when she awoke she was a
beaten cur.  Gods what did that man do to her!
Oberyn banished those bad thoughts and smiled.  Cersei had become a cherished
member of the Martell family. Oberyn had come to truly love the woman like a
sister and his sweet paramour lounged to fuck the former Lannister and his
daughter.  She was always talking about them which made his blood run hot.  He
loved banging his sweet love while she cried out Cersei’s name.  That just made
him fuck Ellaria harder and made her scream louder in her orgasms. 
Oberyn knew that Cersei was woman who had sworn off cock.  Robert Baratheon had
smacked and raped that desire out of her.  Jaime leaving her for Brienne of
Tarth must have hurt deeply and been another nail in the coffin of her desires
for men. 
Oberyn thought back on his daughter issues.  If he could not bring some of his
daughters north with him he dare not bring any of them.  He had reasons to not
bring his eldest or his two youngest daughters.  They now had the
responsibilities of wives to protect and care for.  If had needed his daughters
he would have brought them but with the forces marching north a few less
warriors was not critical. 
He knew if he did not bring one he could not bring any of his daughters.  The
rancor that would cause among them would not serve any purpose.  They all
craved to prove themselves on the field of combat.  He also had another reason
to leave his daughters behind.  Of all the houses currently marching north only
his house was able to leave behind the next generation of military and
political leaders to make sure all remained calm in their home territories. 
House Baratheon had their scions either in exile or marching north.  House
Tyrell had their future heirs in Winterfell of all places.  He had a sneaking
suspicion that those two went there of their own free will.  He knew that
Olenna was crafty as an old fox and had her fingers in that somehow.  What the
advantage was he could not fathom at first.  Loras was in love with Renly. 
Robb was to marry Karstark’s daughter.
Then he heard through a jackal that had heard it from a moth that Margaery and
Sansa had formed a union.  This would be a pairing of two mighty houses.  If
the union was in Dorne it would be no matter but in the conservative North? 
More shocking yet it seemed to have the full blessing of Eddard Stark.  This
almost dumbfounded Oberyn.  Oberyn had checked the genealogy records and indeed
Eddard was not of Dorne ancestry.
Where had Eddard developed such enlightened thinking?  He knew the man was
without equal on the battlefield (present company excepted of course) but to
think he was a brother in thought as well made Oberyn look at the man with new
eyes.  He would look into Eddard’s eyes when the time came to see for himself. 
He had wondered for a month now if the Queen was not playing some Game of
Thrones with Eddard Stark.  That she had formed some hidden league with the man
to draw their forces to the North.  He was too loyal to speak any of his
suspicions aloud.  He trusted Daenerys Targaryen explicitly. 
Oberyn had become convinced that Winterfell would be only a way stop on the
march to the Wall.  The Queen seemed to believe in the old legends.  If
Daenerys believed in them then she had Oberyn almost believing in things that
could not exist.  Could they?
He knew that House Baratheon was too staid and unimaginative to see such
convoluted plots.  Mace Tyrell bless his soul was just willing to be led to
where he needed to go.  He would discover the truth soon enough he supposed
when he had it revealed to him.  He would fight his Queen’s enemies wherever
they may be and whomever they may be.  Mace may be unimaginative but he was
loyal.
Oberyn looked around at his surroundings as the sun started to head toward to
the horizon.  The slanting rays of the sun made for long shadows over the
rolling hills. His own horse casting a long shadow.  He was in the Sperling
Highlands.  The hills only three to five hundred feet in height with gentle
sloops.  The people had settled here when the first men came across the land
bridge before it was smashed. 
As he had moved North the land slowly turned more green and lush.  Here the
land was filled with rolling redolent green grass for their horses to pasture
on.  He had left Sunspear and traveled along the coast in the wide pass between
the Windshorne Mountains and the Greenblood River.  Oberyn had looked at the
mountains that rebels and guerrilla fighters had used as a redoubt by the men
of his Dorne when first fighting the First Men, then the Andals and finally the
Targaryen’s when another force had once again attempted to tame the untamable. 
Many a foe had died in the mountain valleys and craggy tors of the Windshorne
Mountains.  They were not tall with only a height of three to five thousand
feet but they were wild and inaccessible unless you knew the hidden tracks. 
The breezes off the shore precipitating out and providing ample rainfall to
allow for scrub oak and live oaks all twisted in shape from the hollowing winds
working through the craggy slopes. 
The wild land and its luxuriant growth providing many places to hide and plan
attacks.  Any enemy that attempted to climb up into the mountains and valleys
were ambushed repeatedly until exhausted and retreated back to the flatlands.
They had passed Shandystone with its well that had dried up over two hundred
years ago.  They were traveling light having sent their wagon trains up the
Princess’s pass with the Queen’s peace holding sway over lower Westeros.  The
trains had left six weeks ago to travel to the Rosewood and then up to King’s
Landing.  He knew that there they would be staged into other long wagon trains
already moving north up the King’s Highway towards the Riverlands and beyond.
They had passed the conjuncture of rivers and then traveled up The Scourge and
headed deeper up the peninsula of Dorne.  They had reached Godsgrace and rested
two days to let their horses rest and build up strength for the continued long
march.  They traveled up to the headwaters of the Scourge River and then sat
off overland in the wild scrub of the Dornesh Hawk dunes.  They traveled the
western track to the coast.  There they headed up the peninsula to Yronwood and
rested again to let the horses and riders gather themselves. 
He spent nearly two weeks traversing up the Boneway to the sad summer castle of
the Targaryen’s at Summerhall.  The birth place of Rhaegar Targaryen.  So much
lost potential and possibilities had occurred when the castle burned down.  He
journeyed just past Summerhall to the valley now called the Vale of Tears and
followed the major stream of the Switchback Willows glen.  He and his cavalry
went down the valley cutting through the spur called the Dugway Range. 
He left the mountains the next day and led his horses at a full gallop onto the
rolling hills of the Grassy Vale.  The hills rolling to the west in gentle
swales covered with thick grass. The horses nickered loudly enjoying the wide
open spaces after being hemmed in by mountains as they traversed the valleys.
They moved over the low piedmont hills that ran generally from southeast to
northwest.  The hills gentle and gradually lowering in elevation.  Three days
later at noon they broke onto the plains that bordered the town Grassy Vale
which was controlled by Lord Elwood Meadows.  He greeted Oberyn and his cavalry
warmly.  Oberyn was pleased to see that Daenerys had left stores of grain and
fresh food and fatted aurochs with specific instructions to rest and feast and
recoup his troops strength. 
Oberyn saw that the Queen understood that a well fed and rested military force
was a much stronger force.  He spent a day with his command eating and
feasting.  He discovered that the leader of the city was a fairly decent man. 
He was too old to be leading his tithe on the march north but he was genial and
pleasant.  Maybe these Stormlanders were not so bad Oberyn thought to himself.
The next day after the feast he proceeded apace towards King’s Landing.  He was
surprised to see at evening that a camp was setup with food and tents already
waiting for his arrival.  Women and men too old to fight and teenage boys and
girls manned the camp.  Daenerys was involving all in the defense of her
realm.  This would make them feel a much stronger bond to her efforts.  She was
not conscripting their service but paying good wages.  Her largesse from the
conquering of Essos was impressive indeed.  The persons were happy to serve
being paid for their services instead of being compelled.  The Queen was a most
brilliant tactician Oberyn was seeing.
Gods, Robert Baratheon had sucked as King!  Hell, had Westeros ever had a King
or Queen the equivalent of Daenerys Targaryen the First of Her Name.  He
wracked his brain and came up with no one.
 On the fifth day they reached Fawnton where a large camp was setup along with
a stable with spare horses that could be changed out for any mounts that were
worn down or threatening to become lame.  Each night as the light cavalry moved
forward Oberyn would find a camp waiting for him.  He was impressed.  He had
wondered why the Queen wanted to know the route he would take to come to King’s
Landing out of the several possible routes.  Now he knew.  The people were
friendly and seemed anxious to help him reach King’s Landing and support their
Queen.
Oberyn had been most pleased to find comely young lasses and fair young men
coming of age to take to his bed each night.  Many of his warriors found
willing companionship with the locals.  This was helping to build a stronger
bond between disparate people.  Oberyn made sure that the commands were in
place that any non-consensual use of force in sexual relations would be most
harshly punished.  After several cases and severe lashings the troop understood
that Oberyn was deadly serious.  Repeat offenders would be scourged with
scallop shells.  There was no repeat offenders.
Oberyn reflected on this as he patted down his horse for the evening.  Last
night had been another camp with a small stable of horses to be switched out as
necessary.  The stables manned by Dothraki.  They were excellent horse tenders
and were rough and guttural.  Oberyn liked them immensely.  He had taken a
brother and sister to his bed and enjoyed himself immensely.  He especially
enjoyed seeing the girl fuck her brother with wild abandon as he nailed her ass
to the furs and flooded her womb with his cum as she wailed.  Then they DP the
willing filly.  Maybe he and Ellaria would make a trip to the Dothraki Sea.
When they reached the Rosewood they took to it and made good time.  Again he
found regular camps to aid the many travelers moving generally North but with
some traffic of soldiers, sappers and support personnel moving South to support
the camps.  The camps by the Kingswood close to the road.  The Queen had made
it clear the forest was not to be touched.  Large supplies of coal and coke had
been brought in for the nightly fires and cooking pits.  In nine days he
reached the King’s Gate at midday.  He had been long gone from his sprawling
city.  He had not missed it.  Its large size and squalor did not please him.
He was even less pleased to see Mace and his two oldest sons waiting for him by
the gate to greet him.  He was happy to see Willas though.  He and the man had
been long distance friends despite the fact that Oberyn had accidently led to
his being crippled at a tourney.  Willas was even keeled and did not have an
overarching ego.  The same could not be said of his father or brother. 
Mace was not a threat on the tourney field but his middle son, Garland, was
indeed quite skilled and accomplished.  He did not have the flare of Loras but
he was with his sister in Winterfell.  Probably deflowering young men.  Lucky
lad.  Oberyn rode up to the gate.
Oberyn knew himself.  That he too had an overweening ego that was the equal of
those he groused about.  All great warriors needed it.  Else, you would not
survive long on the fields of combat fighting other supremely gifted and
confident warriors.  There was one huge difference between the Tyrells and
Oberyn.  He had every right to have an outsized ego!  He was a master of the
spear that had no equal.  He had pushed and pushed himself nearly his whole
adult life.  He had a singular goal that only his brother and Ellaria knew.  He
would avenge his sweet sister Elia.  He would one day track down Gregor
Clegane.  On that day Oberyn would have his revenge on the “Mountain”. 
“How nice of you arrive Oberyn … finally” Mace called up to Oberyn as his horse
approached the Tyrell greeting party.  He saw Alerie Hightower appraising him. 
She was neutral in her facial expressions.  He saw Olenna standing off to the
side.  His eyebrow cocked at the change he saw in the true ruler of
Highgarden.  Last time he had seen her she had been stopped in the back and
used a cane.  Now she stood straight and proud.  She seemed full of vigor and
her whole demeanor made her look younger than her years.  Her gaze shifted
among the parties.  Oberyn knew she was gauging and judging all present.
“Yes.  Some us of rode warhorses to King’s Landing and not royal carriages. 
One has to stay battle harden you know.”
Mace looked askance up at Oberyn.  “Do tell.”  He looked Oberyn up and down. 
“Hummm, don’t see any extra muscle there lad … might want to rethink that.”
Oberyn shook his head.  “Are your youngest children still safe in Winterfell?” 
Oberyn was truly curious.  He had been on the road for slightly more than
eleven weeks.
Mace scowled.  Olenna stepped up.  “Yes.  Eddard and Daenerys both have
hostages of great value.  Both would never deem to harm their hostages.”
Oberyn caught the inflection even if Olenna’s son did not.  Anyone with eyes
knew that the young Queen had given her heart to the young comely lass of the
North.  It was only a matter of time before they consummated their love. 
Oberyn had bet heavily that it would be in Winterfell when they did the nasty
for the first time.  Arya being on her home turf should turn the tide in her
favor and Oberyn’s wallet.
Olenna’s choice of phrasing had Oberyn smirking in his knowledge.  Did
Margaery’s parents know that their daughter had a loved one at Winterfell? 
That the person that Margaery loved was a woman.  That Margaery had given her
heart to Sansa Stark.  If her parents did hear of her daughter falling in love
they would assume it was with Robb.  Oberyn smirked.  He would love to see the
look on Mace and Alerie’s faces when they discovered that their daughter was in
love with a woman.  Gods that would be stupendous!  Hell, they still had not
grasped that Loras was bisexual and in love with Renly Baratheon.
Those thoughts made Oberyn stop.  Eddard had two gay daughters.  He was anxious
now to go to Winterfell.  He needed to see how old staid and stick up his ass
Eddard Stark was handling that bit of news.  That would be interesting to see. 
Two gay daughters.  That would drive Eddard mad!  He had to see that!
“You have missed important war council meetings Oberyn.  Shame you couldn’t be
here to partake of them.”
“Yes indeed.  Of course you missed the meetings I shared with the Queen that
prepared for her landing in Dorne like Nymeria so many years ago.  I was there
at the beginning.”
Mace stiffened.
“It was Dorne she came to. Not Highgarden.  She probably sent ravens but you
were too busy smelling the roses I suppose.”
Garlan ground his teeth.  Olenna stepped in sighing.  “Boys boys … this
unseemly cockfighting should be put down.  Get your hands off your cocks.  I am
sure you all have big mighty cocks.  Men have been telling lasses that six
inches equals a foot since the dawn of time.  Let’s save our strength and spunk
for the enemy of the realm and not each other.”
Even Oberyn was taken aback a little at the mouthy granddame.  All quieted
down.
He saw the Queen and Arya riding war horses up from the gates of the King’s
Gate.  Again Oberyn was taken by how martial the young woman seemed.  She was
just twenty now and she carried herself like a true warrior.  She had nearly
seventy five bells in her hair now with her recent victories.  He had been told
by his jackals that she had so many in actuality that she could not wear them
all.  She had her now famous rune sword in its scabbard on her back.  She was
beautiful with the sun glinting and shining off her white hair and silver
bells.
By her side he saw Arya and was surprised by the change in the girl.  She now
seemed the equal of the Queen somehow.  She had a Braavosi style sword at her
hip and she too carried a broadsword on her back.  She wore dark leathers and
tunic that made her look every inch the warrior of the North.  Oberyn knew that
those two would be almost unstoppable on the battle field fighting back to
back.
Oberyn openly appraised them both.  Arya caught the look and glared back at him
and moved her horse closer to Dany.  Good she was jealous.  He knew that the
Queen needed a filly with fire in her loins to keep her in check.  He had not
fought the Queen in a long time and wanted to again spar with her and her
future Queen.  He was confident … well, pretty confident he could take them. 
He had gotten in some good strikes.  The Queen had merely gotten lucky all
those times her sword had whacked his body hard.
Soon the Queen was before him after dismounting as he met her on the ground. 
They embraced and he took her hand and kissed her knuckles.  He dare not kiss
her cheek with the Stark girl glaring daggers at him.  He smirked.  His legend
had proceeded him! 
He greeted both women warmly.  Arya was stiff at first but when he was pleasant
and gallant with her and Dany she started to relax.  He had not looked at the
Queen again with leering eyes to put Arya at ease.  He bent down and whispered
in Arya’s ear when the Queen was talking with Olenna.  “I fully support you and
Dany becoming lovers and becoming her Queen.”  He rose up and saw the girl
blushing and looking over at Dany with longing.  She then turned back to him
and smiled great big.
He had another member in his camp.  Too bad he wouldn’t be shagging her or the
Queen.  He knew gold standard lesbians when he saw them even if Dany had some
dross in her standard.  The dross was a fading relic of the past.
He saw Daenerys looking at his entourage.
“Where are you sand snake daughters?  By the way, I am outlaying bastardy.  No
more will children be punished for the sins of their fathers.”
Oberyn laughed.  “In Dorne that last name is held with pride.  I cherish and
love my daughters no matter their heraldry or lack thereof.  Do not put the
sins of the North on our doorstep.  We remember the ways of the Andels.  We
love all our children.  Equally.
Daenerys looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.  “Then maybe I will have you
visit the Great Houses to teach them the new way.”
“Hummmm … yes Ellaria and I would could do that … that is an awful lot of pussy
and cock to sample my Queen.”
“You are a horndog Oberyn!” the Queen cried out good naturedly.  Arya eyed the
man with embarrassment and saddled closer to the Queen and pressed into the
Targaryen.  The Queen started and smiled and wrapped her arm around the Stark
girl.
“I think I must defend my royal hostage from your lascivious advances you cad!”
The Queen called out to Oberyn good naturedly.  Arya beamed at the Queen. 
Geez Oberyn thought to himself.  Could those two be any more obvious and still
oblivious at the same time?
The Queen pressed him on why his daughters were not in the vanguard.  He
explained to the Queen his rational.  She was placated but made it clear she
wanted to meet them after the battles were fought.  She had met two with
Myrcella and Obara at the Battleborne Academy but wanted to meet the others and
see them all together to get to know them.
They were separated by a short distance from the Tyrells who were now talking
to Tyrion and Missandei who had walked up to them.   With them were Barristan
and Syrio who had been engaged by Garlan over fighting techniques.  Barristan
told him he would be free to join in their morning practice sessions.  They
would be ceasing soon as they prepared to march North.
Oberyn leaned closer to the Queen.  “I look to be taking my fight to your
enemies my Queen.  Whether they be in Winterfell or at the Wall.”
To her credit Daenerys did not bat an eye while Arya looked shocked at the
truth being clearly stated.
“I see.  Have you shared your insights with anyone Oberyn?”
“Only with Ellaria but I assume you too have someone special you share your
deepest insights and thoughts with.”
He smirked on the inside seeing both women’s cheeks redden.  When were they
going to start fucking!
“I have told no one else my Queen.  I don’t care where you lead us.  I just
want to put my metal against your enemies.  In fact I am relieved, I just could
not conceive of Eddard Stark ever being an enemy of the realm.  I am not sure
the man could even conceive of treason against the throne.”
“Am I not right Arya?”
The girl’s shoulders straightened and fire came into her eyes at the perceived
slight.  She started to move forward.
“Arya … stay” the Queen said touching the teenager’s arm and the girl
immediately stilled and looked at Daenerys calming down.  “Oberyn tonight I am
having probably my last Clatch of Confidents meeting in my quarters.  Please
join us.  My confidents who include Olenna and now you since you are here.”
Oberyn felt his chest swell.  Take that Mace Tyrell!  “I would be honored my
Queen.  You are truly Nymeria reborn.”
“No I am Daenerys Targaryen first of my name –but—I appreciate the thought.  It
is a great compliment.  Let us ride north and defeat the true enemy of the
realm and then solve the problems of the realm.”
Oberyn smiled.  He could think of several problems that could be solved.
“And I want to wipe from your mind any thoughts of belittling or taking down of
Highgarden or Casterly Rock.”
Oberyn’s smile faltered just a little.
Soon the greetings were over and everyone started on their way.  He had his eye
on a new potential conquest.  He followed his next potential bedmate as she
strolled to some stalls selling fabric for dresses and blouses.  He was
surprised he had not noticed her before.  It was like he had totally overlooked
the girl in the past. 
He would no more.  The sweet teenager girl went to some stalls selling pretty
fabric that she ran over her finger and she pressed against her cheek. She must
be contemplating a new dress to have made for herself.  She looked alluring her
current red dress that was cross strapped that exposed delicious shoulders and
the tops of her full C-cup breast.  The girl’s breast seemed even larger on the
small woman.  Being petite had its advantages sometimes Oberyn thought with a
leer of conquest.
Her dark skin reminded her of Sarella’s mother who had been a Summer Islander
captain.  She was not quite as dark and a full foot and then some shorter but
that only added to her allure.  Oberyn admired women in all their forms.  He
bet she loved her sex rough.  He licked his lips preparing to move in and
seduce the girl. 
He saw the girl start to move down the street to the next stall that sold lace
and bunting.  He started to move forward already lining up the platitudes he
would use to seduce the comely lass into his bed.  He wondered if she was a
virgin.  The thought excited him.  He started to move forward to accost his
bedmate for the night.
Oberyn staggered his body reeling backwards.  He felt like his body had slammed
into a granite wall.  He had hit something that seemed to slam him back with a
savage directed force.  What had hit him Oberyn had no idea.  Oberyn had the
wind knocked out of his lungs and was stunned as he landed hard on his ass. 
Stunned he shook his head to see what he had run into.
He saw before him a woman no taller than Missandei. The woman was if anything
smaller than the petite girl.  In fact she made the scribe seem actually tall. 
This figure stood still as death.  She regarded him without any movement.  He
swore that she did not even seem to be breathing.  This lack of motion creeped
out Oberyn.  His hackles were raised up high on his neck.  The woman had on a
simple green robe with a deep cowl.  The arms of the robe covered her hands so
only the tip of the small fingers were visible on her small hands.  The woman’s
feet were bare and covered in mud.  He was shaking his head to try and clear
the cobwebs from his head his hands behind him supporting his weight as he
leaned back staring up at the small woman. 
This woman was thin were the Naathi had womanly curves.  How had hitting this
slip of a girl stunned him so bad?  He felt like he had fallen off a horse and
then had it stomp him hard in the ribs and chest with its steel shod feet.
Oberyn started to get is body prepared to rise back up.  He would put this
upstart skinny Silent Sister wannabe in her place!
One instant this girl—no—thing was ten feet in front of him.  She seemed to
distort and twist and now she was straddling him with her legs on each side of
his hips.  She had moved so fast he had not seen her move.  NO!  One moment she
had been ten feet in front of him the next instant she was upon him!  The woman
now had gripped this tunic and twisted her clenched fist making his shirt into
a garrote.  Oberyn felt his breath nearly completely choked off!
Oberyn started to bring his arms up to break the girl’s grip but he felt his
body lifted off the ground like he was a ragdoll and shook so hard his teeth
clacked hard and he felt his neck snap giving him painful whiplash.  Twice,
thrice he was jerked violently and effortlessly by this demon!
Suddenly, the cowled face was pressed into his face nose to nose.  All he saw
was deep impenetrable shadows with two eerie green glowing pools of hate and
death.
Oberyn’s arms were slack now his body completely defeated.  She was some kind
of demon!  Oberyn had fought men that were giants that walked the Earth and
their strength was like a babe’s compared to the strength he had just felt.
“You will not touch Missandei’s purity with your vile, evil twisted thoughts or
body.”  The voice was light as if disembodied.  It echoed like the woman was in
a deep abyss or a deep well.  It was hollow and cold as the grave.
Oberyn was shaken like a baby again his head snapping so hard he nearly blacked
out.
“You are in the Queen’s service.  I will spare you.”  Oberyn thought the
woman’s voice sounded like it was echoing up out of an empty tomb.  The voice
echoed around Oberyn.  He noticed that no one seemed to notice his plight. 
Somehow his tormentor was shielding his attack from all other persons walking
the street.  “Once, I killed your kind, skinning the very skin and visceral off
your vile bodies one layer at a time while I kept your minds alive to suffer
each second of your deaths.”
The woman paused.  For a moment this cowled demoness seemed as if she was lost
in her thoughts reliving what she was telling Oberyn.  “It was exquisite.”
The cowled woman turned to look at Missandei who was making a purchase and
laughing gaily.  The woman’s grip on Oberyn’s tunic relaxed suddenly.  This
demoness stared hard at Missandei.  Her grip on Oberyn relaxed even more.
Oh my gods.  She is in love with Missandei.  This demon is in love with the
small scribe!
The head turned back to gaze at him with murderous intent.  “Do I have your
word you will not touch or harm Missandei?”
Oberyn shook his head “yes”.  He grimaced at the severe pain in his neck.  His
whole body felt like he had been stoned.
He was snatched to his feet so fast he did not realize he had been put on his
feet losing his balance.  The woman’s grip on his upper arm was frightening in
its strength and the pain it flooded his body with.  He got his balance.  He
wavered.  All his joints screamed in pain from the severe whiplash his body had
been subjected too.  He had a killer headache and his vision was blurred.
The tiny woman released him.  She looked up at him.  From deep in her cowl the
green pools flared.  Oberyn gasped.  All his pain disappeared.  His abused body
had been healed.
“I will know if you break your promise.  I will kill you.”
Oberyn had to admire that.  Direct and to the point.
“I will keep my promise.  What choice do I have?”
The woman looked at him steadily.  “Yes.  You are not Thomas Covenant … but you
will keep your word.”
The woman seemed to simply vanish.
Oberyn rubbed his badly bruised arm.  She hadn’t healed that.  A reminder of
her might he knew.  Well.  Tonight would be interesting when he attended the
Clatch of Confidents in Daenerys room.  A meeting attended by Missandei.  Each
time he would look at the young scribe from Naath he would be desperately
making sure to not think lascivious thoughts toward the woman.
What a thrill kill.
 
Arya
Arya was at the council table watching the Great Houses at work or maybe that
was not working.  They were sniping at each other and the jealousy between them
was extremely obvious.  With her having been raised in the North she had not
seen such rancor.  When her father met with his subjects and vassal lords there
was none of this backbiting and arguing. 
True she did not set at her father’s council table but she would have heard of
any true rancor.  The gossip webs among the courtesans and ‘those in the know’
were alive in King’s Landing repeating the bubbling backbiting and hostility
that was being exhibited in this confluence of the Great Houses.  In Winterfell
there was no such rancor.  It made for boring times.  Times were not boring in
King’s Landing.
Arya could maybe see some of it.  In the North all were beneath her father and
the House of Stark.  Here in the South these men were used to being supreme in
their home constituency.  They were not used to being doubted or argued with. 
If her father was here he would be only one equal among many.  She still
believed that her father would show decorum and restraint.
Oberyn was rolling his eyes and making snide comments to both Mace and the two
Baratheons.  He made it clear that he considered Dorne to be far superior to
the Houses that bordered his home territory.
It was strange what a change a day could make.  Last night when he had entered
Dany’s chambers to be part of the Clatch of Confidents Oberyn had been
subdued.  He was nervous and he seemed afraid of Missandei of all people.  He
shook her hand like it was burning him and he actually stuttered a few times
when talking to the small sweet scribe.  He had sat as far away from Missandei
as possible.  For some reason he kept rubbing his upper arm.
It was most strange.  He was known for being a lover of all male and female
flesh. 
Today was a different matter.  He was back to being confident and arrogant.
House Tyrell and Baratheon were coaching a slow steady advance north where
Oberyn wanted to make a mad dash up North and to come before Riverrun and
Winterfell and pull them down.
Daenerys had let him rant and rave about being aggressive.  She let the great
houses backbite and belittle each other.  Arya knew she was letting them vent
and tear at each other.  They were spending their passion and verve on each
other.  When she was ready to tell them her goals they would be already worn
out from their own infighting. 
Arya had heard Daenerys last night telling Oberyn she admired his aggressive
nature and wanted to make sure he counterbalanced the risk averse leaders of
Highgarden and the Stormlands.
Oberyn knew he was playing a murmurs role for the Queen and did not care.  He
was more than happy to be the attack dog for his Queen.  His aggressive stance
and suggestions would make the Queen’s more reasonable approach seem like the
right tact to take.  Again, Arya admired how Dany worked everyone like a master
of Cyvasse. She moved her pieces in such a way to guarantee checkmate for
herself.  Each move of her pieces bringing her closer to the goals she had
set.  She was a master tactician.
Dany had only three equals as far as Arya could see.  Olenna who was now part
of her inner circle and was fiercely backing the small Queen.  Tyrion with his
great intelligence and devious cunning.  And lastly her father was the equal of
the great Queen.  Arya was still shocked that her father had proved so adept at
the Game of Thrones.  He had always grimaced and counseled against the very
actions he had been doing for over ten months now.  He had been averse to dark
room politics.  She knew he had felt he must unite the forces of Westeros to
meet the threat of the Ice King at the Wall united and end the threat
immediately.  Her father wanted a decisive battle at the wall.  He would win
and not have the war move south to ravage Westeros in a protracted war.  The
battle would be fought at the Wall.  Defeat was not an option.
Arya was brought out of her reverie about her father and the Game of Thrones by
Oberyn putting his hands underneath in his armpits and jerking his elbows up
and down.  “Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck” Oberyn vocalized.  Arya had to give
Oberyn credit for playing his role to the hilt.  She saw Mace, Renly and
Stannis roll their eyes with Renly flipping the Red Viper the middle finger as
an extra bonus.
“I have seen newborn chicks with more balls than the three of you combined”
Oberyn barked at his fellow House Lords. 
“Chickens don’t have balls” Stannis told Oberyn seriously.  Renly bowed his
head into his hand shaking it moaning “Brother—Brother” he intoned.
“Exactly Stannis.  Without balls you don’t have a cock.  You three couldn’t get
a boner if you had to.  Grow some stones and let us rush forth to meet the
enemy.  Let us fight the war that the minstrels will sing of for ages of to
come.”
Mace looked at his sons sitting at the table with him.  He looked unsure as to
his course of action.  Again Arya thought that Highgarden had been very
fortunate to have Olenna guiding the House in the background and now Margaery
had been groomed to take over the reins of power when the time came.  Though
Arya wondered what Margaery and her sister’s future would be.  Whatever it
would be, it would be together.
Garlan looked at Oberyn with disdain.  “You have the couth and the manners of a
fucking wild boar Oberyn.  I pray you are not representative of Dorne.  Why oh
why couldn’t your brother Doran be here.  He is reasonable.”
Oberyn smirked at the Tyrells.  “A boar.  I can live with that.  A wild boar
represents strength, audacity and a willingness to fight its foes. That is why
I am here.  Doran maintains the peace of Dorne and I fight for the interests of
Dorne.  We both know this is a time to fight.  I will fight alone if I must by
the Queen’s side.”
Willas shook his head at Oberyn histrionics.  Arya could see that Willas was
merely amused at the back and forth between his family and Oberyn.
Arya watched Dany look at the tableau playing out in front of her. She had her
purple eyes lidded watching Oberyn attack and prepare the way for her.
Arya saw Dany straighten and she called out in her calm way that immediately
brought the room to heel.
“Gentleman.  I have listened to your counsel and I have determined that we must
take a course that is the middle of your very intelligently presented
viewpoints.  We must act to meet the threat of our times but we will do so
judicially.”
Oberyn started to protest and Dany fixed him with her steely gaze and he bowed
his head.  She was the Queen and he was her vassal.  The others around the
table saw this and themselves calmed and subconsciously had already prepared
themselves to follow the Queen’s will.  Also, the other House Lords enjoyed
seeing Oberyn put in his place.
 Arya listened with rapt attention as her Queen laid out her immediate plans
and what she expected.  She first put Oberyn in his place and told him that
Riverrun would not be overrun.  She was sending three of her most experienced
Mercenary companies to surround Riverrun and put it under a loose siege.  They
would allow supplies and the regular populace in and out but no further
troops.  She would put a block force of another Mercenary company with several
troops of Dothraki cavalry at both Inn of the Kneeling Man and the Singing
Rocks rapids.  The area was hilly being on the eastern edge of the Highheart
piedmont.  The soft hills would provide the heights to block the River Road and
harry any advancing troop while riders were sent out to warn of troop
movements.
Oberyn stared at the Queen and tipped his head.  Arya loved how her Queen had
everything planned ahead of anyone else.
Stannis asked “How do we know your Dothraki can be trusted.  We all know their
history of rape and plunder.”
Arya cringed wondering how Dany would answer.
“That is a good question Stannis.  I feel they can be trusted.  I have only put
my most trusted and willing to change Dothraki in charge of units.  ‘I am The
Mare Who Mounts The World’”. 
Stannis answered back “That is well and good but how does that guarantee that
they won’t revert back to form when you attention and gaze is elsewhere.”
“Agreed.  I have killed seven Khals and taken their bells and killed most of
their Bloodriders.  I will kill more if I need.  The Dothraki know who their
true Khal is.”
Stannis looked at Dany and nodded in acceptance.  Any man had to bow before
that kind of prowess.  To become a Khal you had to be a mighty warrior.  Dany
had killed seven of those mighty warriors.  She had proven herself over and
over to the Dothraki.  The man was stiff necked but that kind of mayhem on
one’s enemy was always admired by all.
Dany then told her Lords how she had prepared the way up to the Riverlands on
the King’s Highway for their advance with camps located every march day’s
distance up the road.  She had been sending out Dothraki and fast surveillance
teams throughout the Riverlands and into the lower Neck of Westeros.  She told
the Lords that she had had her dragons constantly crisscrossing these two lands
and was convinced that all the armed forces had already moved up North to
concentrate their strength to Winterfell and beyond to the North.
Eddard knew he had not the strength to fight the forces of Southern Westeros
with her added might of Essos at her beck and call.  Her alliances with the
Summer Islands and Yi Ti had given her numbers of forces that outnumbered the
forces of the North, Riverlands and the Vale by six or seven to one.  He had to
fight on a battleground he knew intimately and reduce his lines of supply and
communication while extending those same lines for Queen of King’s Landing.
She was advancing her camps up the King’s highway all the way up to deepest
penetration of the Bite.  She explained how with a large force of Yi Ti ships
and their troops they had taken over the Three Sisters.  They had only taken
beachheads and put blocking forces on the main roads.  Dany had gifted the
islands with boatloads of herd animals and five Cogs filled with building
supplies and carpenters to help the populace build up wood and brick houses. 
More trading galleons were filled with finished clothing, simple utensils,
stocks to make pens for animals, large staples of cheese, dried beef and
barrels of grain for the coming winter.
The populace it was reported were enthusiastically pledging full allegiance to
Queen Daenerys.  The Night Lamp lighthouse tower were taken over by her forces
and kept fully light.  With the freely given largesse and no threats to his
house or future and only a temporary landing, Lord Godric Borrell volunteered
the use of his castle, Breakwater to be used as a command post for the Queen’s
forces.
From there the fleet moved on and established a beachhead on the shore across
the river from Oldcastle.  The beachhead fifty miles to the west of where the
marshes of the Neck met the sea.  This beachhead was manned by forces from Yi
Ti.  They were moving both north and by east establishing posts and small
stockades to establish the future camps for the march north.  They brought with
them more grain and jerked meat for the approaching winter.  They gave the food
freely winning over the undefended populace.  The people had heard of the
Queen’s benevolence but now were becoming believers of it.  More fleets were
sailing into the Bite bringing in more supplies to make camps and feed the
local populace.  Dany explained how she had already worked with the Reeds and
they had sworn duel allegiance to her and Eddard.  They would not oppose her if
she did not attack them.
With the local populace now in total support of the Queen, her forces had now
concentrated on brining in troops and war material to surge due west to
establish another column of support to the King’s Road.  More troops and
supplies would be moving north from this new beachhead.
Daenerys told those at the table that the Reeds felt that Eddard Stark would
explain himself when the time came.  All snorted but Oberyn and Mace’s
children.
The Queen detailed how she was sending long wagon trains of supplies and war
material north from many directions now.  She showed all her maps of the North
and her advancing forces that would move north and put down the Confederacy.
She showed the blocking forces she had positioned outside of all the major
populace centers at strategic positions. 
The Queen had the forces of the North outflanked and blocked if they decided to
pivot and come back south to fight.  The blocking forces holding the enemy at
bay till her dragons could come into play and her main forces move to
intercept.  One way or the other the North would be subdued.
When questioned by Stannis about the many wagons filled with dragon glass Dany
simply explained she planned for every contingency.  She had conquered allof
Central and Western Essos by doing that.  The rest she had formed alliances
with; all the way to the lands of Asshai.  There were rumors of the risen again
Ice King.  She would not be caught without weapons to fight that foe. 
She told them she had fought him once and thought she had put him down.  She
might have failed she had come to think.  He would be much more wary now.  No
matter.  She would defeat him again if they met after she had taken care of her
“Eddard problem”.
Mace asked what they would do with Eddard Stark for his treason.  Arya wondered
what answer she would provide.
“I will defeat my enemy and then show him mercy … like I did Robert Baratheon.”
Arya saw Oberyn clench his jaw.  He still fumed that the Queen had let him
live.  Arya thought it funny how he once hated Cersei and now she was his
daughter in law.
“Will you exile him?” Mace pressed.
“He will take the Black.  He is of the North is he not?”
That satisfied the other lords.  Arya knew once they were given proof of the
Ice King they would understand her father’s actions and reasoning. 
The Queen said that in one weeks’ time they would be journeying north with the
heavy cavalry.  She would meet the challenge of her times.    
The meeting was adjourned with all the Lords of the Houses on board if
reluctantly.  Stannis may be stiff and Mace unimaginative but they were loyal
and once they had given their allegiance they would give it all.
Arya was again enthralled with how adroitly the Queen handled the situation and
her overarching strategic thinking.  She was in league with her father but was
still showing enough caution to protect herself if she had read her father
wrong.  Of course her father was totally loyal.
Arya had spent the last part of the meeting simply watching Daenerys Targaryen
being the most capable leader that Westeros had probably ever seen.  She was
beyond skilled and competent on the battlefield and was had proved over and
over again she was equally adroit in battle strategy and the working of allies
and enemies alike.  The woman seemed to be skilled at all factors of
governance.
Arya looked at Dany as she talked.  She favored loose blouses that let her
beautiful breast sway and jiggle.  She had seen those same breast naked and
flipping wildly as Dany wailed and jackknifed almost violently on her bed
masturbating to thoughts of a female lover.  Arya was both jealous and
enthralled.  Seeing Dany’s body through Nymeria’s eyes cumming again and again
soaked in sweat and cum for several hours every night was intoxicating.  Arya
longed to bury her face in the swollen sloppy wet cunt that she saw night after
night being fucked expertly by Dany with her fingers and or toys. 
Arya wanted those to be her fingers pumping the Queen’s pussy to so wet
orgasms!  Arya had adjusted to seeing and not being able to touch herself while
warged into Nymeria.  She would go into a masturbatory frenzy when Nymeria left
Dany’s quarters.  Arya felt a little guilty for spying on Dany but it was Dany
that induced her Direwolf into her quarters.  She was merely taking advantage
of what the Queen had presented Arya.
Arya felt sorrow for the Queen.  To the public she was still casting for the
perfect man to marry and make a future king.  They would rule so she could get
pregnant with a male heir and all would be well.  Dany would be forced to live
a lie to satisfy the realm.  Arya now knew the truth of the Queen’s true
desires.  It angered Arya with the thought that even the Queen was being forced
to live a lie of her true desires in a mate.  The world sucked sometimes.
Of course, over the last week the sweet masturbation sessions had ceased with
the Queen being in constant meetings and training.  She would have meetings
late into the night or if no meetings went to bed immediately getting much
needed sleep.  The Queen would let Nymeria in and gave her plates of meat and
lots of belly rubs which the pleasure hound lapped up.  But no more sex shows. 
Arya sighed.  She had come to really love seeing Dany jill off to wailing
orgasms every night!
Darn the needs of the realm!  Still, it was allowing Arya to catch up on her
sleep.  After masturbating to thoughts of going down on Dany and using those
toys on her.
Arya let Nymeria run the grounds or her wolf would forgo that and lounge in
front of the fire while her master took care of her needs and jilled off three
or five times till her body was soaked in sweat and cum that made the wolf
crinkle her nose at the pungent scent.  Humans simply had a high sex drive the
Direwolf determined. 
After her master exhausted herself and pulled the covers over her exhausted but
satiated body, only then did Nymeria jump up on the bed and lay at her master’s
side as she patted her wolf’s head.  The mighty direwolf rumbled in pleasure
having her ears scratched.
Arya wondered as she scratched Nymeria ears and felt her wolf rumble in
contentment if she should have made an advance on Dany when she asked Arya to
massage her shoulders and took off her top. That day still haunted her and what
might have been.  Looking back on it Arya was both sure and totally unsure that
Dany wanted her to reach around and massage Dany’s beautiful perfect firm
breast.  Even now Arya’s mind vacillated back and forth between Dany wanted me
too and you are a love sick girl seeing what doesn’t exist.  If the Queen had
wanted her advances then Arya had totally blown it!  All that time wasted!
Arya simply did not have the confidence to make the first move.  Dany was so
much more experienced and worldly than her.  Surely, she would make her desires
known to Arya if she desired Arya.  Dany would use her worldly experiences to
seduce and bed her oh so willing royal hostage.  She had not, so, thus, there
must be no attraction beyond simple friendship.  It madden and frustrated Arya
not being able to tell the right of her situation.  She loved Dany with all her
heart and desperately wanted to make love to her.  A lot.  A really, really
lot.
She also knew that Dany herself may be trapped by expectations and the need of
the throne.  To have to marry a man to have as king and hopefully produce male
heirs.  The wrongness of that made Arya want to gag.  It could be in Dany’s bed
she was free to masturbate to her dream lover and know in reality she would
have to sacrifice happiness for the realm. 
That meant Dany would have concubines to satisfy her true itch.  Arya did not
think she could live that kind of love.  She harrumphed and sighed.  Life could
be so unfair at times.
Two days later her training masters came to her and announced that that nothing
left to show or teach her.  She had become a true master of the sword.  She was
told that she must train and train to reach her full potential but she had
mastered all they could teach her.  Syrio and Barristan both told her that they
had never seen anyone learn as fast or as well as her.  They both told her she
was extremely gifted.  Such gifts could not be let to waste but most be fully
exploited, else, why be given the gift.  She vowed to them she would honor all
their hard work with her to achieve all she could be.  Their smiles and slaps
on her back of approval had made her feel so good.
They both pressed and attacked her alone and in tandem.  She was able to easily
defend herself one on one and with both of them attacking her she was able to
hold them at bay though it took total concentration and constant retreating and
sudden movements to the sides to keep them off guard.
One on one she could put them on the defensive as often as they put her on the
defensive.  She was not able to penetrate their defensive stances and parries
but rarely but the same applied to her.  She practiced intensely knowing that
the opportunities would be much more limited when they got on the road. 
Dany had come to her and congratulated her on achieving her dreams so quickly. 
Dany was immensely impressed and asked Arya if she would be part of her inner
guard now.  Arya would be part of her honor guard.
Of course Arya had accepted and felt like she was walking on the clouds the
rest of the day.
Others trained with them but they moved in and out of the training ground where
Arya stayed on the training ground from sunup to sundown now.  She trained with
her two masters on and on.  When not practicing with them she worked on her
steps and parries working to fully ingrain all her styles and blocks into
muscle memory. 
Others would come down to the yard to practice for an hour.  She fought Garlan
and found him capable but not in her league.  Gendry showed up with Maya.  They
attacked her together.  Gendry had improved much with his Warhammer but he
still made basic mistakes.  When he exposed himself to attack Maya charged in
like a wildcat to make Arya focus on her to protect her lover. 
Arya would press her attacks and unarm her foes or deliver fatal strikes.  Maya
would merely pick her sword up or grimace with her accepted hit.  Gendry on the
other hand sometimes ripped off his silly bull helm and threw it down and
kicked it.  Maya would pat and coo to him calming him down.
“Gendry … you seen her with the Masters … she is a Blade now.  We don’t have
the time to train and even come close to her equal.  Come on Gendry … show some
class.”
He would glare at her but she would look up at him till he looked sheepish and
he would gather his helm and put it back on and they would attack Arya again.
Arya enjoyed sidestepping their strikes and using her Needle to block and shunt
their attacks to the side and then attack with her broadsword.  She would use
Needle to poke and swipe keeping her foe focused on that blade while she came
in from another attack vector with her left hand and deliver the killing stroke
with her broadsword. 
Barristan and Syrio had been right.  Her unorthodox fighting style was unique
and befuddled and put her foes ill at ease from the beginning.  To Arya
everyone else’s fighting style looked pretty much like everyone else’s.  The
only attack that would cause her problems was when she met sheer power or
poetry.  The former were evidence by Barristan, Berienne and her father.  The
later was Syrio.  She would sometimes tire herself out trying to corner the
water dancer to try and deliver the killing stroke.  His speed and skill would
turn the tables so fast on her she would be shocked to be on the defense when a
moment before she was on offense.
On the last day before they were to leave she fought Jaime Lann—Tarth and
Brienne of Tarth.  Jamie was good, very good but she was able to defend his
attacks with some difficulty and then press her attacks.  It would take her ten
minutes to finally find a fault in his defense and be able to slip in to
deliver the necessary stroke to deliver victory.
Brienne was another matter all together.  Her strength and speed was truly
frightening.  How could a person so large move so fast!  Jaime whooping it up
encouraging his wife to take the runt wolf out both enraged and inspired Arya. 
The man’s full throated support for his wife made her like the man immensely. 
Brienne was nearly her equal in speed which Arya used to keep the woman just
enough off balance to keep her from pressing an attack to success.  The woman’s
blows felt like Barristan and her father’s.  The swords clanging loudly.  The
practice swords sending off sparks.  The woman never got excited and
methodically pressed her attacks but would throw in a sudden unexpected and
inspired attack that had no precedent or antecedent.
They would lock swords traveling blades down the other’s blade with bodies
twisting back as they reversed the angels and would work their sword back down
the other’s blade. 
It had been a draw.  Barristan had watched silently.  After Brienne had left
after kissing Jaime nearly senseless for his enthusiastic support Barristan
called Arya over.
“She is our equal Arya.  Never fight one such as her, your father, myself or
Syrio if you can help it.  It would come down to sheer fate as to the winner.”
Arya had agreed.  She was humbled to know that Jamie’s wife was her equal.  Her
husband and Dany were just that level below her skill.  The difference of only
the smallest degree.  She loved being the best and knowing that she had an
equal that was not one of her masters or her father disquieted her.
Barristan gripped her shoulders and made her look at him. “Never feel rancor or
shame when you meet an equal in the sword or some other weapon.  We are the
elite. There can never be just one.”
Arya felt shame at her unworthy thoughts.  It had been clear that Brienne had
forgotten about the sparring as soon as it was over.  She went back to her life
and her husband.  Maybe if she had Dany waiting for her?
Finally, it was the day to leave.  Dany took her up on Drogon as the other
dragons rose up with their riders.  They circled King’s landing roaring loudly
with bugle calls that echoed off the stone walls and peeled out over the
harbor. 
Arya was still dazed when she had first seen Dany this morning.  That had been
when Dany had come out to the square to mount Drogon.  Daenerys Targaryen had
been simply stunning.  Her hair was alive with the multitude of silver bells
that adorned her hair.  Her hair pulled back with a clip in the back and small
braids running down from her temples.  They had several bells each and the rest
of the bells twined throughout her silver white hair.  Her pale skin seemed to
absorb the sun and throw it back out like the Moon come down to Earth.
Dany was so beautifully pale and today it was set off by the dragon bone mail
that she had seen on a hanger in her quarters.  The fine nearly diamond hard
links were so supple they hugged the firm curves of her Queen hugging her body
like a second skin.  The dark black of the armor that ran from her throat down
her body and limbs were the perfect counterbalance to her pale features.
Dany was a goddess come down to Earth.  Arya watched star stuck as she watched
her Queen climb up on Drogon.  That was the only thought that came to her mind
as Dany held out her hand to help Arya mount her dragon.  Arya if anything
somehow fell deeper in love with Dany at that moment.
Like the dragons had ten months before they buzzed the city as the main armor
columns started to move up the King’s Road.  Dany took Drogon out over the
harbor.  Missandei had set this date for the departure of yet another convoy of
ships heading north.  The Summer Islanders had sailed in with the evening tide.
Now they sailed out with full sail regalia.  They had their most colorful sails
on the yardarms and their colorful family and battle flags on display on the
highest spars.  Across the city, fleet and the column heading up the King’s
Road a multitude of war horns sounded that blended with the dragons’ mighty
clarion calls to arms.  Drogon roared with mighty bellows and now sent out long
fusillades of roaring flame that was mirrored by Viserion and Rhaegal.  
Arya looked down at the pageantry of it all.  To the world it appeared the
Queen was going to war to put her upstart father down when in reality they were
going to the Wall to fight an enemy thought dead for eight thousand years.
Arya watched cargo ships riding low their hulls filled to overflowing with
dragon glass weapons that Dragonstone was still producing in three shifts
working continuously.  The forces of man would have the weapons they needed to
fight the enemy.  Tar and pitch had left on earlier convoys and on others that
were forming up that Tyrion would be in charge of now.  These ships would be
filled with the food stocks, clothing, supplies for camps and the building of
camps and siege weapons.  Countless tons of supplies had already shipped out. 
Tons more would follow.
Missandei was working on the code that had been delivered to them.  Arya knew
that the intelligent scribe would break the code.  She would find the key.
Dany flew Drogon over the King’s Road.  The war horses of the Great Houses and
their vassals were in their full battle armor that glinted in the morning sun. 
Once out of sight of King’s Landing they would stop and put the armor and
undercoats on wagons for the journey north.  This current display was for show
to impress and encourage those left behind.  Also, the pageantry inspired the
knights who would be putting their lives on the line in defense of the realm.
Arya thought Sansa would enjoy the pageantry she saw below her.
She thought of Sansa and her lover Margaery Tyrell.   She needed to talk to
them.  She was so confused on what to do.  She wanted Dany so bad but was
afraid the woman only saw as her royal hostage that had become a close friend
but nothing more.  If she made a play for the Queen and was rejected she would
die.  It was that plain and simple. She would die.
She longed to use Margaery expert advice on cunnilingus but had yet to figure
out how to get to Dany in the right situation to let her mouth do the talking. 
Damnit she was frustrated. 
Arya looked at the mighty forces moving north and thought of what had already
moved north and knew more forces would be sailing up from Dorne and the
Stormlands not counting the forces sailing in form Essos. 
They would met the Ice King and they would KILLthe ice king.  She prayed that
her sword would deliver the decisive stroke in the coming battle.
 
Eddard
Eddard walked his horse between the mighty tress of the Wolfswood.  He heard
wolves in the distance howling their greetings to each other.  The sounds
mournful to his human ears but he doubted it.  The long notes were more
probably full of greetings or success of the hunt.  He was happy with his
decision to forbid the hunting of wolves.  He had to punish several with hefty
fines but his rewarding the taking of lambs was paying off.  He made sure that
he let his citizens to know to not abuse his trust in them.  He had Direwolves
that could sniff out the truth of any claims.  That alone he was sure kept most
in line.
He walked on listening to the night song of the forest.  The hooting of owls
and whippoorwills in the trees.  He heard some deer to his left moving through
the underbrush.  There was a brook to his right and he heard the water bubbling
over the rocks.  The spring water beginning its long journey to the sea.  He
paused to look at the brook in the broken moonlight that penetrated the forest
canopy. 
He saw a raccoon with its paws in the water moving as it cleaned a crawfish it
had unearthed from underneath a rock.  The animal brought the meal up to its
mouth and nibbled on the tasty treat.  Eddard smiled softly.  He had always
found enjoyment in being around nature and seeing the ebb and flow of life. 
The crawfish gave up its life to further the life of the intertwined web that
bound all together. 
Eddard looked at the mighty pines and firs that he walked past slowly.  His
horse nickered softly.  Eddard looked at the trunks at the moss that clung to
the bark on the north and west sides of the trees.  The soft winds bringing in
moisture from the Bay of Ice.  The fir trees soaring to over two hundred above
his head.  He came upon a stand of Northern White pines and their height while
less at eighty to hundred feet were still imposing.  Their trunks closer
together.  He moved over and ran his fingers into the cracks of the pine bark
tracing the grooves he found with his fingertips.  He wondered how many years
this mighty tree had seen.  Had it been alive when his great grandfather still
walked the Earth?  His fingers worked the unfathomable creases of the pine bark
seeking to know the secrets the trees hid in their sap and boughs.
He saw a shadow pass overhead as a large Great Horned owl flew by its wings
silent as the great bird of prey propelled its way forward.  He heard an elk
bugle and bark in the distance before him as he journeyed to the secret vale he
had discovered as a youth near the ancient watchtower erected by the first
men.  Its name long forgotten the fallen stones covered with moss and vines. 
His hideaway was a league before that, located in a hidden small vale with a
small waterfall that was only twenty feet in height.  He had swam in the pool
at the bottom of the falls in his youth during the summer.  There was a small
glen with a large dead fir tree trunk lying on the north end of the glen that
he would sit on and absorb the beauty of nature and contemplate the events and
problems weighing on his mind.
He would be there in fifteen minutes.  He had journeyed two days down the
King’s Highway with Edmure of Riverrun on his way up to the Wall.  Cat’s father
passing two seasons ago had been hard on the son.  The Maester said that cancer
had slowly consumed the old lord.  Edmure longed to prove he was the equal of
Hoster Tully. 
Eddard thought Edmure was fully capable just a little rash.  He had Arryn in
charges of the forces until he arrived.  Edmure to his credit had not balked at
that arrangement.  He knew that Arryn’s experience was far greater than his in
the arts of combat.
Eddard had been happy at the martial capability of Edmure’s conscripts.  They
were well organized and well fed.  An army marched on its stomach Eddard’s
father had always told him as a child.  Eddard had insisted that all his
vassals treat their men and few women with respect and care for their
conscripts as if their own children.  For the most part the Lords heeded his
words.  Eddard could not understand how so many armies in Essos operated the
way they did.  The men in their armies were treated so badly.  Was it any
wonder their armies so easily broke if the combat went against them.  They had
no love or loyalty to their cruel task masters and generals.
He had supped with Edmure and his generals alongside the King’s Highway four
days up from Winterfell.  Eddard had hosted Edmure at Winterfell with his
generals and lieutenants for two nights.  They had meetings every morning and
afternoon.  He had wanted the Riverlanders to experience the largesse of his
home.
Eddard had glared and called three of Edmure’s generals out to the hall and
made it very clear that Sansa and Margaery Tyrell were part of his war council
halfway through the first meeting.  The men had harrumphed and tried to over
talk the two women when they were giving reports he assigned them and offered
insights.
“Why don’t you pull your heads out of your asses and actually listen to what
they are saying instead of letting your prejudices rule you.”
The men had glared at him but held their tongue.  They knew that Edmure would
side with the Lord of Winterfell.
By the end of the second day the two generals were Sansa and Margaery’s main
supporters.  They had been convinced when they asked some strategy questions
expecting the girls to be flustered and instead found themselves flustered when
their questions were answered but had no answers for the follow on questions
and then the women supplied the answer to the questions the generals could not
answer.
Eddard had been immensely proud of Sansa and her future wife.  He respected and
nurtured leaders no matter their sex.  Five years ago he seriously doubted he
would have made such decisions but he had grown mightily in those years. 
Eddard like to think that he had become much more enlightened in the
intervening years.  Slowly, over the years, the death of Lyanna had changed
him.  The frustrations he knew she had chaffed mightily under.
He had traveled with Edmure to see how he marshalled his forces on the march
north.  Eddard was very satisfied with the speed of the march and the
discipline of the march itself.  The camps were orderly and took advantage of
the previous camps work to layout camps that had space between the tents and
provided for proper sanitation and the setting up of cook fires to prepare
nutritious meals.  The quartermasters passed out new boots and breeches and
tops as needed.
An army that was cared for would meet the enemy on the field of battle with
much greater force and vigor.
Eddard had made his way back down the King’s Road.  His scouts told him that
the Queen was extending her bases up the neck now and the beachheads to the
east were expanding apace.  His scouts reported that the Queen was respecting
the locals by building their camps away from built habitations.  The Queen’s
forces were coming North with a surfeit of grain.  Her forces were freely
distributing a healthy quota to the small holds near the camps.  The answer to
the questions of her benevolence were that “Winter is Coming”. 
Eddard had to smile at that.  The woman was using the North’s saying as way to
ingrate their way into the hearts of the populace.  That and honorable behavior
had his people accepting the appearance of people from the South and Essos. 
Eddard had spent months hammering again and again into his people that Daenerys
Targaryen forces were not the enemy.  They were coming the North to fight the
common foe.
Eddard had been clear that his subjects were to accept the forces of the Queen
with open arms.  The actions of the Queen made it easy for his subjects to
accept his edicts.  They were coming as benefactors and not conquerors.  The
forces of the Queen were proving his words to be prophetic.
The ravens crisscrossing the North informed Eddard and his lords of the
advancements of Daenerys forces.  The bridgeheads had expanded both west and
north.  The two northern most beachheads at the Bay of Seals just below the new
gift and the one to the south of the Weeping Water River had their forces
moving north.  The scouts in that area reported the Queen was leaving well
organized and disciplined mercenary companies in blocking positions ten leagues
distance from the Dreadfort, Karhold and Last Hearth.  The forces putting up
positions near the main roads in the area but allowed all none military traffic
to pass with only cursory inspections.
His military forces had long moved north and east to the King’s Road to march
north.  The queen was moving the bulk of her forces north and west but left
enough forces to delay and seriously bloody any force that Eddard may have sent
against her if treachery was on his mind.
He knew that if attacked dragons would soon appear to spew flaming death down
upon his attacking forces.  His forces would be severely blooded and harried
delaying any advances.  Her dragons would be able to do enough damage to allow
her forces to come to the aid of the blocking forces.  Fortunately, this was
not Eddard’s design.
The Southernmost bridgehead South of Ramsgate had sent out forces to form a
corridor that went due west. The ten mile wide corridor forded the White Knife
River below where it forked with the Blue Ridge River.  The corridor had been
extended west all the way to the King’s Highway below Marbleshade croft.
There the Queen’s forces had made a large supply depot and stable pin.  She had
a large force of Dothraki ranging scouting for the queen.  He knew of the
Dothraki’s reputation but they had translators with them and showed the
greatest respect.  So it was true.  Eddard had wondered but she seemed to have
indeed broken the Dothraki to her rule.  The Dothraki respected strength and
Daenerys Targaryen was that personified. 
He had spoken to a merchant two weeks ago who had sailed from King’s Landing
with a load of wool for White Harbor.   The Queen was allowing all non military
trade to continue.  Manderly was very impressed with the Queen.  She could have
crippled his economy with an embargo she could easily install with her mighty
navies.  He told Eddard through ravens how twice massive fleets had spent an
entire day sailing to within a mile of Seal Rock.  The massive stone dominating
the approaches to the Outer Harbor.  The stone crowned with a ringfort of
weathered stones of the First Men that had stood desolate and abandoned for
centuries. However, the Manderlys had fortified it with crossbowmen, scorpions,
and spitfires. Eddard remembered what the books had to say of the place.  It
was a stone that loomed fifty feet above the waters, grey-green in color. Seals
often rested on it. 
The seals had lifted their lazy heads to see the mighty swan ships and sleeks
galleys of Yi-Ti to be followed by the gaily colored sails of ships from the
free cities along the east coast of Essos sail past.  The ships sailed into the
harbor but turned and headed back out to sea with no hostile action given.  The
message of the turning ships was clear.  These massive forces could be brought
to bear against White Harbor but they choose to sail back out to sea in peace. 
We are not your enemy.
Then three weeks ago a massive fleet had sailed into The Bite and quickly
conquered the Three Sisters.  If you could call taking over the Three Sisters
with no blood shed being conquered.  Instead Daenerys Targaryen had seduced the
islands to her steed.  She had done it without firing an arrow or a war horn
being sounded.  She had seduced House Borrell with food and material to build
better homes and then a surfeit of goods to make their lives more amenable
where offered.  All her emissaries asked for in return was the anchorages
around the islands and the lighthouse. When they were done they would leave. 
Never to return unless asked for.
Eddard shook his head.  The smugglers were practically begging Daenerys to put
a permanent garrison on their island and now asking how they could help her in
her endeavors.  Eddard had never considered them worth the effort. The Queen
shamed him with her actions and ability to think outside the norms.   She
treated his own subjects better than he had.  He had never tried to devise a
means to make the smugglers change their demeanor and efforts.  He sighed.  He
needed to think on that.  Eddard prided himself on his ability to grow and
change.  To strive each day to be a better man than he had been the previous
day.
The Queen had established another beachhead at deepest bite of The Bite.  The
land there was less swampy there and she most have scoped a way through it. 
Probably with the Reed’s subtle help.  That was fifteen short miles to the
King’s Road.  She had quickly made a corridor and now was forming camps and
stockades both north and south.  He recognized the pattern to form a camp at
the end of one days march.  Eddard shook his head.  How had she amassed such
forces and material?  She must have been hording supplies for years.
Eddard again marveled at this barely twenty ear old woman showing such
strategic foresight and her acumen for tactical insight and decisions was the
equal of any he had seen or read of.  Himself included.  Eddard felt ashamed of
himself for defying his Queen but he had not been able to conceive of any other
way to bring the South to the North as a cohesive whole and not a rabble
fighting as much with each other and the Queen as against him.
No matter where the Queen’s forces were they aggressively carried out their
assignments but at the same time showed the greatest restraint with the local
population.  Both sides showed restraint and respect.  If the forces of life
and freedom won the day the Houses would be made stronger by this positive
interaction. 
He was forming a higher opinion of the forces from Essos too.  Especially the
Dothraki.  He never thought any force or anyone could tame their wild natures. 
His scouts reported that the Dothraki camps were raucous but their wild antics
were kept to themselves.  The camps of the plainsmen were well away from his
citizens to not cause rancor.  The Dothraki seemed to need only themselves for
their revelry and debauchery.
Eddard had to chuckle.  It seemed many of the local youth were going to the
Dothraki at night to partake in their wild rituals.  The youths traveling the
two or three necessary to reach the camps.  Camps they were freely allowed to
enter.  The vagaries of youth Eddard supposed.  He had never had those type of
desires.  He wondered sometimes if he had missed out on something precious. 
Had Catelyn Tully missed out on something being married to such a “stick in the
mud” type of man?  Eddard shook his head.  He had no answers to those kind of
questions.
He was getting nearer to his hidden vale.  It was only a mile and half now.  He
liked to come to that hidden oasis to look up at the stars.  It gave him a
chance to connect with nature and with himself.  He always felt so small
looking up at those distant points of light wondering what they truly were.  He
would calm his thoughts while he sat there alone looking up at the stars.  His
cherished the Godswood of Winterfell but it was too sacrosanct sometimes when
he just needed to be alone and enjoy the feel of nature without hearing the
whispering of the old gods.
His thoughts turned to Sansa and her future wife Margaery.  He still shook his
head at times at how this turn of events had occurred.  Discovering the truth
of Arya’s nature had prepared him to accept that his other daughter had the
same innate desires.
He had come to thank the old gods for Margaery.   The girl was as sage and
devious as Sansa when it came to cunning ideas for the coming war.  Not only
that, but, their ability to plan the troop movements and the travel of
logistics to where they needed to be had been a godsend to Eddard.  Robb simply
did not have that ability in his mind.  He was a warrior and not a logistics
tactician.  He had those capabilities with the two women on his war council. 
He snorted on how they had won over all the men around the table.  These men
were now always going to them for answers and advice.  He tolerated their
attempts to look down the bodices since the girls did not seem to mind.
Eddard shook his head again.  He found the actions unseemly but Sansa and
Margaery enjoyed the attention.  As far as Eddard was concerned he felt the men
were being dishonorable.  He only looked at his wife from the day they married
even though he at first felt no love for Catelyn Tully.  He had quickly come to
love the fierce proud woman with all his heart.
He was becoming extremely worried about Cat. With her previous five pregnancies
she had had no problem carrying the babes in her womb to term.  She had been
active around the castle up to her water breaking.  Not this pregnancy. 
Maester Luwen had put Cat on strict bedrest a week ago.  She was seven months
and showing.  Eddard loved how matronly Cat looked.  To him she looked so
motherly.  She had always doted on her newborns. 
Catelyn had to stay off her feet with her swollen ankles.  She was throwing up
too frequently for Eddard or the Maester’s liking.  That should have subsided
months ago.  Twice Cat had bleed.  The bleeding while not heavy was very
troubling.  The Maester and Margaery spent their evenings caring for Cat.
Eddard knew that the Maester’s potions and Margaery’s homespun remedies
comforted and made Cat’s life so much more bearable.  Margaery would hold and
stroke his wife’s hand and tell Cat how her new born daughter would be such a
strong lass.   Catelyn insisted the child would be another strong son to become
a mighty Lord or honorable knight.  Often Margaery would stay with Cat till she
had gone to sleep.  The young woman dotting and caring with loving touches to
his wife.  Eddard would be forever thankful for Margaery coming into his life.
Margaery was always taking Cat ice cream covered with butterscotch, blueberries
and black berries.  She would happily spoon mouthfuls to his wife while they
gossiped about the staff and the noble families of the North.  Margaery had
learned all the dalliances and inane plots.  Eddard knew the girl enjoyed the
gossip but had also learned it so she could gossip with Cat in her bedridden
state.  It lifted his wife’s spirits.  Margaery loved making his wife feel
pampered and loved. 
Sansa would join them after she had finished her duties and the three happily
whiled away the hours till Cat went to sleep with a smile on her face.  Their
loving treatment to his wife made Eddard hiccup thinking on it.  Cat now
considered Margaery as her third daughter and could not wait to see them wed. 
Eddard was most pleased that his family was growing with his eldest children
finding their mates.
Sansa and Margaery had become so indispensable to Eddard and his war effort
that he was going to bring them North to the wall if Cat’s health allowed for
it.  He was starting to fear her frail health would prevent their coming with
him.  Eddard needed their wise council and their ability to make sure supplies
were where they needed to be when they needed to be.  But he had decided that
his wife’s health precluded all other considerations.  If she needed Sansa and
Margaery Eddard would be forced to leave them behind.
He passed through the arch of the crossed pines that led him towards his hidden
sanctuary.  He paused to touch the bark of the two leaning trees.  He wondered
again if Melisandre and Ygritte could devise a mean that would truly and
completely convince the Lords of the South of the true threat beyond the Wall. 
He knew they were powerful but how could they show all the Lords the truth?
When in their presence he had felt their ancient power and surety of purpose. 
He was convinced they would succeed.  He trusted their abilities even though he
had no reason too.  He smiled softly.  He was surrounded by women whose efforts
were key to his victory over the ancient enemy of the North.  The North never
forgot.  That was true.  He marveled that so many women who had no connection
to the North were giving their all to make sure the North achieved victory.
Eddard was still a thousand yards from his hidden sanctuary.  The hackles on
his neck rose up and his arm hairs rose erect.  He felt great power and a
suppressed violence.  Something was in the vale waiting for him.  Listening to
the Weirwood had attuned his senses to such subtle nuances of his environment. 
He paused and tested the air.  He felt an intelligence that seemed foreign to
him.  He was not sure if it was even human.
He decided to turn around.  The entity could have his vale.
“I am not your enemy Eddard Stark.  Come to me.  You cannot outrun me.  Do not
anger me.”  The voice sounded like it was whispering in his ear and yet it
still sounded like it was echoing across a wide ravine.  The voice was
definitely feminine.  The words sighing across the boughs of the conifers.  He
knew he must answer that summons.
One more powerful woman had entered his life he decided with a grimace smile. 
These were indeed new times.  He gently kicked his horse forward toward the
vale. 
“Those points of light in the nighttime sky are like onto our sun but far, far
away.  It took the light many years to reach your eyes.  Some of that light has
traveled thousands of years Eddard Stark.”
Eddard paused his horse’s movement down the path.  This woman could read his
thoughts it seemed. 
He felt his sword Eveingstar on his back.  He flexed his shoulders.  He had no
designs to draw it.  He sensed it would not matter if he did.  The force
awaiting him in the vale could tear him limb from limb he sensed with no
effort.  Sword or no sword.  He moved his horse forward down the small trail.
He took a deep breath to control his pulse hammering in his veins.  A wise man
was always afraid.  He broke into the vale three minutes later.  There in the
glade near the waterfall was the fallen tree he liked to sit on.  Someone was
already sitting on it.  Around the figure strange glowing lights flitted around
the sitting figure.  They sensed his appearance and darted into the forest
around him.
“Come Eddard Stark.  Come meet new friends.”
Eddard Stark slowly walked his horse forward.  The figure sat looking at him
with no emotion.  As he approached the calmly sitting woman he started.  The
figure sitting on the log was not human.
The woman stood up as he approached.  She wore a simple green tunic with a hood
but the hood was down.  She looked up at him.  She was definitely short.  She
could not be more than 4’9”.  That was not what caught his attention though. 
It was her eyes that had no lids and were round like golden dragons and glowed
green.  She had long green hair that he knew was not dyed.  She had green
eyebrows that rose up at a sharp angle from between her eyes.  Her ears swept
back to two points on each ear.  She was beautiful in a strange exotic way.
He noticed her hair was undulating on unseen currents.  She regarded him
coolly.  The colored lights started to flit in from the edges of the glade. 
The predominate colors of the flitting lights were red, orange, yellow and some
light blues.  As they slowly moved closer to him in erratic starts and stops
Eddard gasped.  There was a tiny figure that seemed to glow at the center of
the glowing spheres.
The greened eye woman locked eyes with Eddard “They are fairies … You are
Eddard Stark. Warden of the North.  You remind me of Missandei.”
Eddard paused and looked down concentrating.  He was nonplussed at the non
sequitur.  “You mean the scribe to the Queen?”  How could he could he be
compared to that small gentle woman.
“Yes.”
Eddard barked a soft laugh.  He was perplexed.  The woman stared up at him with
those green glowing eyes.  He dismounted.  He felt disrespectful sitting a
horse.
“I am at a disadvantage I fear.  What is your name?”
“I am She Who Must Not Be Named.  I lost the right to my true name many
millennium ago.”  The woman looked up at the starry night sky.  “That was long
ago …” she looked up at the moon that was blood red “when the Sun, Earth and
moon line up the moon passes through the Earth's shadow.  This causes the moon
to appear a dull red color due to sunlight scattered through the Earth's
atmosphere.”  She continued to look up at the blood red orb in the sky.  She
had explained the moon but he was not sure he understood the why and wherefore.
Eddard processed that information.  He knew instinctively to not pursue this
line of questioning and move on from the non sequitur.
“You said Missandei and I are innocents.  I cannot see how.  How are we in any
way alike?”
“You are both innocent.”  The woman turned her glowing green gaze back on
Eddard.
Now Eddard laughed for real.  The woman let him finish.
“Both of you cannot conceive of not doing what is right.  Neither of you do any
harm to anyone without repeated offense.  You are noble beyond compare.  If the
world was full of persons like the two of you most of the problems of the world
would disappear.  You have no avarice.”
“When I was the equivalent age of Missandei I was offered great power and
control over all.  My greed and avarice led to my imprisonment for countless
millennium.  There I was tortured to insanity.  Yes, indeed, you are innocent.”
Eddard stared hard at this strange woman.  Was she a goddess?
“I have seen other realities where you did not fare well because of your
innocence and desire to always do what is right and show the ultimate
compassion.  Others would not do so.”
“Therefore you intrigue me Eddard Stark.  I wish to be in your presence.  Maybe
some of your goodness will rub off on me as the saying goes.”
Eddard could only stare at this strange woman.
“The Queen comes with her scribe.  To the North she travels.  The two of you
will fight the Ice King.  He comes to claim your life and your land.”
“Yes.  I will defeat him along with my allies.”
“We shall see.”
Eddard was disquieted with the woman’s doubt.
“I sense great power in you.  Why do you not defeat him yourself?”
“I would but I may lose control of myself.  I would annihilate all life if I
did.”
Eddard started to speak but the strange lights started to flit closer.  They
moved in a disjointed manner.  They flew around the strange small dangerous
woman and shockingly around him.  He was mesmerized by the beauty of the
glowing spheres and the now perceived beings that were at the core of each
sphere of jerking flitting light.  He became aware of subliminal music that
touched his soul.
“Yes.  As I suspected.  The fairies accept you.  You will save them.”
“Fairies do not exist” Eddard spoke as he saw two figures hoover in front of
him. They looked vaguely female with wings fluttering fast and furious.  Was
that miniature flowers in their hair?  That was impossible that such small
flowers existed Eddard gaped to himself.  He could not be sure but Eddard was
sure these entities were female if only vaguely. 
“The look is called androgynous.”
Eddard glanced at the hoovering figures who seemed to fling glittering jewels
off as they flew that slowly faded out with sparkles.  He started and reached
up and softly patted his head and felt two other “fairies” laying in his hair
as he heard soft melodic music from them.  They pulled on his long hair and
felt them making a nest in his hair and humming.
More had come up to him and flew in crazy patterns around his body.  They left
streaks of glittering spangles behind them as they flitted by.  They started to
land on tree limbs, bushes and some flower plants in the glade.  The fairies
danced in a gay dance with their bodies throwing off dazzles of stars that
twinkled in the air in beautiful patterns.  He felt more of these strange
denizens of the forest alight in his hair.  His hair pulled and rolled into
nests by the new visitors.
Other of these ‘fairies’ were flying in spinning, swirling patterns around his
standing body.  Eddard felt his heart clutch the display was so beautiful. 
More fairies had come too lit on his horse and were dancing all over its mane
and played with the horse’s ears as the horse nickered and shook it head
lightly but did not try to stop the fairies.
“You must save them.”
“How?”
“You must begin with the restoration of the Werewoods. They are the heartbeat
of the land of Westeros.  Each time one dies something precious is lost.  The
fairies cannot fight but the Children of the Forest did.  They lost.  You and
the Queen will begin the repopulation of the lost forests.  There is plenty
room for both the old and the new.  A gift is prepared.”
“You must do this to save the life of the non-human life above the wall and
below the wall.  You are the warden of the North.  It is time that the Warden
protect all his charges.  The fairies are scattered and weak now below the
wall.  You must reverse this.  They are precious to Westeros.  It is time they
stop being persecuted.”
“Persecuted?”
“Each time forests are senselessly cut down and Weirwoods are cut and burned
down Fairies are slaughtered.  Do you wish this to be your legacy?  You know
this now.”
Eddard was shaken by this information.  “I do not fully understand.  How can I
protect this life?  I do not even know of it.”
“Then learn it.  Be the Warden that will go down in history as the first to
assume his full responsibility and duty.  Other dangers are growing.”
“What dangers?” Eddard asked alarmed.
“The Mist Vampires are awakening as are the Rakshasa.  The Drokakree have
slipped their bonds.  (Eddard started.  He had heard of Mist Vampires before)
One feeds on the blood and spirit while the other feeds on the body.  The last
is a horror to all they meet.  Magic is faltering.  In time the Queen and the
Scribe will restore the balance but other ancient magic are being loosed.”
“It will be your responsibility to garrote those monstrosities.  You will be
added by the Lioness with her own falling star sword.  She will come to you
with her serpent wife.”
Eddard was shaking his head with this inrush of revelations.  “I must go to
fight the Ice King.”
“You will.  If you survive you will have more tasks to perform.  If you fail
against the Ice King it will not matter.  Can I see your sword please?”
Eddard did not hesitate.  She could have taken it at any time had she chosen he
knew.  He unsheathed his sword and handed it to the small woman.  She easily
handled the weight.  She inspected the blade as she turned it over.  She eyed
its milky blue color.  It looked like the blade should be too large for the
small framed woman but she easily handled the sword.  She then brought the
blade up to just in front of her of her face.  What she was looking at Eddard
had no idea.
She suddenly moved so fast she became a blur.  She pivoted, swiped and thrust
his sword in a blur of motion moving like lightening around the glade.  He
looked over at his shoulders and saw the impossible sitting on his shoulders
watching the green haired woman flit and dance with his sword.  Some of the
fairies turned to look at him and waved at him.
He stared back at them.  He waved back.  One got up and he felt it hug his
neck.  He gulped again hiccuping at the show of affection towards his person by
something that Maester Luwin would tell him did not exist.
There was a pine that stood out from its brethren on the north side of the
glen.  He drew his head back. The tree was dying.  It had been invaded by
beetles eating their way through its bark killing the tree slowly.  How did he
know that?  It must be he was seeing what this strange woman could see.  Her
senses far outstripped his mortal body.
The woman was swirling near the tree and his sword seemed to lash out into and
through the tree.  He heard a loud boom and the tree started to topple into the
glade.  It landed with a mighty crash.  Eddard was shocked. She had felled the
tree with one chop of his sword!  His mouth hung open.  What kind of strength
did this woman have?
The woman slowed to normal speed and walked back to Eddard rotating his sword
looking at it with an appraising gaze.  With all her work he saw that she did
not breathe heavily.  There was no sweat on her brow.  This woman walked up to
Eddard and looked up at him again.  Her hair moving on unseen and unfelt air
currents.  Eddard started then.  Now that this woman was beside Eddard he could
see she was not breathing.  At all.  Eddard looked at her.  Was she a goddess?
“No” was the one word answer from this strange woman.
“This sword and its sister have some of the qualities of the Krill.  It will
suffice.”  She handed his sword back to Eddard pummel first.  He took it.  He
looked at the small woman who now had fairies playing in her hair laughing and
he felt the same happening in his hair.  The fairies on his shoulders were
humming and playing seemingly silly tag on his shoulders and using his head and
hair to hide behind.
“Much depends on both the Queen and you Eddard Stark.  I will leave you to look
at the stars.  They will give you the peace you long for.”
How did she know that?  He watched the woman slowly walk to the forest.  The
fairies sang loudly and hugged Eddard and jumped off his body. They flew fast
to join their sisters with the goddess.  The fairies flitting about her as she
disappeared into the woods with her entourage of blue, red, yellow, orange and
green fairies.  What kind of woman did not need to breath?  Thus, she was not
alive.  Was she?  He was humbled.  This woman believed in him.  Eddard was
honored.
Eddard sat down to look up at the glittering points of light twinkling in the
night sky.
Who in the world was this Lioness?  A serpent wife?  Some type of mythological
creatures?
 
Missandei
Missandei grabbed the sheaf of thirteen pages of parchment and threw them
across the floor of her wagon. The jostling of the wagon as it road up the
King’s Highway had sent the small scribe into a fit of pique.  Missandei looked
at the sheets of parchment laying on the floor and took a deep breath. 
Throwing a temper tantrum would not solve anything.  Missandei got out of the
chair in front of the desk built into the back wall of the covered wagon and
got on her hands and knees gathering up the sheets one at a time and putting
them back in the proper order.  She got up flexing her knees.  She flexed her
torso to keep her balance as she sat back down in her chair and put the
confounded sheets back on the desk.
Fifteen days ago she had woken up and found the documents in her room inside a
satchel.  When she read the documents it was prattling and rambling about the
daily life of House Frey.  It was innocuous and very boring.  Why would someone
put his in my room?  She had looked in the satchel and found a small slip of
paper.  She read the words on it “The Crow flies in square circles” it had
read.  How strange?
She had gone out and asked her Queen if she had given the satchel to her.  She
had not. She had asked of the clerical staff and other scribes and they had
not.  She had gone to Varys and Olenna since they were well known and regarded
for the gathering of information.  They had not.  Olenna asked to see the
documents.  She had looked at the pages slowly.  “If this not a prank then I
would guess this is in code and the sheet you showed me is the cypher key” the
old crafty woman spoke to Missandei.    
“How did this come into your possession Missandei?”
“I can’t tell you.  It was in my room when I woke up.  Someone sneaked into my
room past all our guards to give this to me.”
Missandei had one more person to check.  She could see Tyrion playing a trick
like this on her.  Having her wasting time solving a puzzle that was indeed
just gibberish.  Tyrion was a murmur actor if he was not genuinely surprised by
her visit.  He looked at the document and was equally puzzled.  He told her
that he would help with decoding but he was busy.  Did she feel it was
important? 
Somehow she did.  Someone had gone to great trouble to get that satchel in her
room.  She was positive it had not been in her room when she went to sleep but
had been on her work desk upon her awakening near dawn to prepare the debrief
she prepared for Dany each morning where she gathered all the information that
had flowed in overnight to get the Queen prepare for her small council meeting
if attending and other meetings if any.  Missandei also put the audience list
together for Dany when she sat to hear supplications from her subjects or to
hear from organizations such as the Iron Bank or various merchant guilds or
representatives from the church.
The scribe had asked everyone about the documents but did not mention the
dreams she had that night.  She had been masturbating to a faceless woman or a
face that constantly changed as one beautiful woman or another caught her eye. 
She had no true desire to have them bed her though more and more women were
making overtures to her.  She was still smitten with the old fashion notion of
giving herself to her “true” love.  She just wondered if such a woman existed
for her.
Missandei knew she was too passive and tended to disappear into the background
but she could not help who and what she was.  But the night of her receiving
the satchel had been different.  The dreams had been more innocent and yet all
the more intense.  Her lover had not even touched her but just gazed at her
with rapt attention.  She could feel the same suppressed longing she often felt
in her dreams of her sought after lover that night.  The only detail of the
woman she could remember were intense green eyes unlike any color she had ever
seen.
She had made sure since then to look at every woman’s eyes she met but none
matched the color of the dream of that night.  She was sure the woman had
reached to touch her face but for someone reason stopped just short.  Why?  Was
she not pretty enough?  Bold enough?
The interpreter sighed to herself.  It was only a dream Missandei.  The dream
had not returned. 
Last night after they had made camp and had had a meal of beans, turnips and
hardtack.  She had washed it down with a simple tea.  She watched Dany and Arya
spar.  It was now Dany on the defense with Arya pressing the attack.  It was
Arya who was able to penetrate the Queen’s guard.  With any other person the
Queen would have fumed and been upset but with the Stark girl she merely smiled
and complimented the girl on her “master level” skills.
The girl hungrily ate up any compliment from the Queen.  Missandei wished the
Queen would follow her heart and bed the girl.  She knew the Stark girl longed
to give her virtue to the Queen and that Dany hungered to take it.  They sat
and ate their meal together laughing and pushing into each other at the bad
jokes and puns they unleashed on each other.
Daenerys came over to Missandei as the Stark girl went to the Royal tent and
got in her own furs.  The girl was so excited to be heading home.  That and her
taking in the martial camp and the heavy practice session she had with her
Masters when the camp had been entered and the troops bivouacked.  This was the
routine as the Queen had set the camps up to be reached at the end of each
day’s march.  Their sword masters then worked their charges by the last rays of
the sun or by the lanterns that were put up on poles.  This had the girl
yawning when she went to bed.
“Show me your progress so far Missandei” the Queen softly intoned.
They slowly walked to Missandei’s special made wagon.  She still felt
embarrassed on having a wagon to herself.
She started to speak up again about that but the Queen knowing her thoughts
held her hand up forestalling any argument.  “Missandei you are my intelligence
officer.  It is you that takes all the reports coming in and works them into
reports that allows me to digest the information quickly and succinctly.  Also,
I need for you to continue to work the puzzle of this document.  I feel it is
very important.”
“Are you sure Dany?  Why give it to us if we don’t have all the keys?”
Dany started to reply but was cut off my
Missandei.                                                    
“I feel so useless to you Dany!  It is my duty to solve this riddle and I am
letting you down.  The whole realm is depen—“
“Stop it! Stop it this minute Missandei.  I have seen the pressure you are
putting yourself under and I command you to stop this instant!  You have done
all that anyone could do in your situation.”
“But—“
“No buts Missandei!  You are doing all that can be done.”
“But I feel—“
“Missandei … listen.  Someone very skilled and probably very powerful got that
satchel into your room.  The royal quarters are heavily patrolled by Gold
Cloaks, Unsullied and by my Dothraki.  You are in my wing of the Red Keep and
my Bloodriders take very seriously your protection along with mine.  They know
how valuable and dear to me you are.”
Missandei felt her chest burn with the heartfelt compliments.
“Plus, this castle is rife with sparrows, spiders, moths, jackals, voles,
weasels and the gods know what else and they report nothing amiss.  No one was
seen or heard that night unannounced in our royal quarters.”
“Why do you tolerate so many spies Dany?”
Missandei saw a glint of mirth in her Queen’s eyes.  “They may be a pain in the
ass and I have to be very careful with the things I truly want secret but it is
worth it Missandei.  With Varys and Olenna free to gather information without
fear of my reprisals helps them to gather all the information possible.”
“The tradeoff is worth it.”  The Queen gave her scribe a soft smile.
“Again I repeat, someone went to a lot of effort that definitely put their
lives in jeopardy if caught.  On the books spying is still a crime that has the
death penalty.  The only persons I know with that kind of skill are the
Faceless Men and I have heard that Yi-Ti and Qohor have their own silent
assassins.  I feel one of them penetrated our security to get you this
information.”
Missandei shivered at the mere mention of the assassins of the House of Black
and White.  “But it is not enough.  Why bring me only part of the puzzle?”
Dany paused a moment clearly getting her thoughts organized.  “I feel they
thought they had brought you enough information to solve the riddle.  They must
have assumed that the manuscript and the sheet with the cryptic sentence was
enough.”
Dany made eye contact with her scribe and friend.  “What is missing Andi?”
Missandei felt comfort flow over her talking about the puzzle. She loved
cyphers.  When she could solve them!
“’The crow flies in square circles.’  I am sure that the sentence means to make
a circle and then put straight lines tangentially at ninety degrees from each
other.  When you do this you make the “square” that is in the note.  I am sure
the circle would fall over key letters and then I could hopefully use the
sequence and count of letters in this note to decipher the code.”
“The problem is I have no idea how large to make the circle and where is the
focal point to point the anchor leg of the compass on” Missandie held up her
finely crafted compass from GeoTools of Oldtown.  I need to know how large the
circle and the focal point.”
She saw Dany process this.
“Obviously, there was more information then.  I am going to make a guess that
the satchel was stolen from the rightful honor.  Someone in the House of Frey. 
I will have to assume his person carried this information in their mind.  The
thief did not know this. Therefore, we are short the information necessary to
solve the riddle.”
“We may never solve it Missandei and it won’t be one ounce your fault.  Please
don’t beat yourself up for a lack of information.  You can only work with the
information you are given.  Okay?”
Missandei smiled at her longtime friend.  Dany truly was the best.  She had
freed her from a life of slavery and servitude.  She would follow her to the
ends of the Earth if she must to serve this great woman.
They talked for a few more minutes discussing logistics and the movement of
troops on ships and down the King’s Highway making sure the forces would be
where they were needed when they were needed.
Missandei remembered her dream the night the satchel appeared and how it made
her feel.  She needed to ask Dany a question.
“Dany can I ask you a question of the heart?”
She saw the guard come down over Dany’s features.  “Of course my friend.”  Dany
was friendly of course but Missandei knew Dany was wary of where this question
might lead.  The Queen had assumed she had hid her true feelings when the only
person not seeing them was the person she felt them for.  That was not
Missandei’s question. 
“Do you believe in destiny bringing your love to you?  Do you believe in love
at first sight?”
She saw Dany’s face cloud over and Dany looked away for a long moment schooling
her figures.
“Yes I do Missandei but sometimes the other person does not share the same
destiny.”  Dany looked more sad by the moment.
“When the satchel appeared in my room I had a dream of a green eyed woman in my
room.  In my dreams she longed to touch me but did not for some reason.  I felt
her longing.  Her longing for me.  I think she is my destiny.”
Dany weighed Missandei’s word.  She took a deep breath considering.  “Maybe. 
But be careful Missandei, this woman may only be performing a service for me,
for the realm or for some other force or entity.”
“No Dany.  She feels for me … like you feel for Arya” Missandei spoke softly. 
She had finally said it.
Dany eyes went large and then water started to pool in her eyes and then tears
started to run down her cheeks and she began to cry softly.
“Oh Missandei I love her so much and she doesn’t love me back.  I practically
throw myself at her and she does not reciprocate.  It kills me.  But I can’t
turn away from her.”  Dany paused “If she falls for some tall brave knight it
will kill me!” Dany began to cry in earnest.
Missandei moved over to sit beside Dany and took her in her arms humming a soft
melody and hugging her friend.  She felt so sorry for Dany.  She would not tell
her the truth.  Her people believed that one must discover and earn the truth
for themselves.  If not the purpose will mislead.
“How did you know she was the one Dany?” Missandei wanted to know for when she
met her mysterious benefactor.  Somehow Missandei was sure they would meet and
fall in love with each other.  In fact Missandei knew they were already in love
but she feared they would dance the same dance as Arya and Dany.
Dany hiccupped and told Missandei that she knew it when Arya punched her in the
face and the heart in the throne room on the day they first met.  She told
Missandei she knew to be careful of infatuation and “love at first sight” for
that usually told you nothing of the soul of the person.  But Arya had proven
to be sweet, considerate, passionate, intelligent and so fierce with the
sword.  All were qualities that Dany found alluring.  Arya was everything she
wanted in a wife and queen.
She was sure that Arya only saw her as “The Queen” and not as a woman to take
as her mate. She obviously had a heavy dose of hero worship and was enamored
with all things Targaryen but she did not seem to be interested in her.
Dany had her face in Missandei’s neck still sniffling and missed her best
friend’s knowing smirk.  Missandei was sure that soon her Queen and Arya would
discover their mutual love.  They were heading to Winterfell.  Arya’s home. 
There in her home where she grew up she was sure that Arya would find the way
to her own heart and therefore to the Queen’s heart.
The Queen started to recover her composure.  “Dany—I am sure that Arya cares
deeply for … maybe even love you.  Be patient with her my dear friend.  In many
ways she is still innocent … I should know—look at me.”
Dany laughed and her lilac eyes had recovered their jaunty confidence.  “Yes. 
I will patient.  The prize is worth the effort.  If she accepts my love I will
marry her.  If I had too I would run away with her to Braavos and hide away in
some quant house with a red door and a lemon tree in the yard to be with her. 
The house is still there.”
Dany got up to leave and smiled down at her friend.  “Let’s hope it doesn’t
come to that.  I fought hard to get my kingdom and marry my Queen and have her
sit beside me on the Iron Throne.”  Dany rubbed her ass.  “Maybe I will have
her sit on that damn throne” suddenly Dany jerked her right hand up with her
index fingered extended and a mischievous look on her face “when she pisses me
off that is exactly what I will do.  Make her sit on the throne and listen to
complaints of latrines and fat beer belly men walking around nude as they get
the bottle of milk left in front of their doorway in the early morn.  That will
put her in her place!”
Dany looked at her longtime friend.  “Andi, I can only counsel that you be
patient with this green eyed lover.  If she loves you as you say she will
eventually come to you.  You are totally worthy of her affections.
 The Queen got up to leave.  She bent down and hugged her dearest friend.  Dany
left.
Missandei considered her Queen’s words.  She was definitely infatuated with
their spy.  Missandei was sure that their spy was a female and that the woman
had looked at her while she slept.  She would need to make sure that the woman
was worthy of her.  The last thing Missandei needed to do was fall in love with
a woman who was a mass murderer or something or worse yet.  Like an insane
asylum inmate or a lunatic.  She needed a nice, decent, calm, even mannered
woman. 
Missandei again tried to figure out the riddle of the freaking crow that
couldn’t fly straight.
Three hours later she gave up and got in bed.  She snuffed out the candles. 
Looking up the ceiling of her wagon the young scribe from Naath contemplated
matter of state and of the heart.  She felt comforted when Shadowclaw jumped up
on her bed and settled down beside her master snuggling in.  Missandei enjoyed
the warmth and affection.
Missandei could only hope that her green eyed woman would come again with the
key she needed to solve the puzzle.  She longed to feel her presence again.
 
Jon
The wind was blowing hard from the North again.  The snowflakes swirling at a
sharp angle as the wind howled with long mournful wails of loneliness and
seeming pain.  It was as if the wind itself felt the pain that radiated from
the Ice King.  His very presence blighting nature and making it cry out in
anguish.
Jon could feel him now.  His wives had been able to feel him for over a year. 
He was much closer now.  The flames his wives gazed into showed them that his
vanguard had reached the Fist of the First Men.  His forces were gathering and
staging behind this promontory.  His forces filling the valley Milkwater
between the border of the Haunted Forest and the mighty peaks of the
Frostfangs.  Many peaks rising to fifteen thousand feet in height.  It was a
cold and dangerous world.  Yet it had hidden treasures for those hardy enough
to seek them.
It was true the Frostfangs were a cruel and inhospitable wilderness of stone
and ice, jagged peaks that were eternally covered in snow.  Jon knew from the
Free Folk that the Frostfangs concealed a diverse series of wonders. Icy
waterfalls that plunged over sheer stone cliffs the water crashing down the
face of the mountain to land with the sound of crushing boulders.  There were
mountain meadows that filled with grass and wildflowers in the short spring and
summers.  There were ravines so deep and black they seemed to go all the way to
hell, and bridges of natural stone span distances with only the sky to either
side.
Legends said that hidden valleys exist in the Frostfangs, valleys that
sustained small numbers of people.  But not even the hardest of free folk dare
live in the Frostfangs during the winter.
Direwolves, saber tooth cats, cave lions and hyenas, large grey wolves and
brown bears the size of wagons still walked those hidden valleys and walked the
tors that capped the lower mountain peaks.  It was a wild and untamed world. 
Jon looked out over the haunted forest from atop the Wall.  The forest was
starting to feel more and more like its given name.  He knew that all too soon
it would indeed be haunted by nightmares.  Nightmares given flesh that he would
have to see to it that were killed to the last ghoulish wright and frozen
raised dead.
Jon walked past the warming shed.  This night it was manned by his Crow
brothers.  They were laughing and warming their hands and feet as other
brothers took their turn to walk the wall.  Jon was finding he needed to warm
his body less and less as the days passed.  He had not noticed it at first but
last week when he passed the warming shed in the middle of a howling blizzard
he paused to wonder why he did not truly feel the cold anymore.  He was sure it
had to do with his witch wives from Asshai.  He guessed that living and loving
two Shadowbender wives changed a man.
There was also the fact that he was Azor Ahai with is reborn sword
Lightbringer.  A sword filled with fire and heat.  He had to wonder if he was
taking on the properties of his sword.  Looking out over the Haunted Forest Jon
wondered on the man he was becoming.
He ground his boot on the top of the wall.  He barely heard the sound of sand
and gravel grinding underneath the soles of his boots.  It was time that a new
barrel of sand and gravel was brought up by the elevator and have it spread out
on top of the wall for several miles in each direction.  He needed to make sure
that his men’s footing was sound at all times. 
He had had his scouts watching the King’s highway and the other traditional
routes the Lords of the North used to bring forces north.  The road was full of
troops moving towards the Wall.  They had stopped their progress at the
Queenscrown and made camp there.  They were building large encampments
gathering troops and supplies.  The encampments neat and orderly.  Then four
months ago Jon heard reports of foreigners on the coast of the Bay of Seals.
He sent out combined patrols of Crows and Free Folk.  He hoped blending the two
forces could start to bridge the gap between the groups.  He cycled patrols out
every week to keep fresh eyes on his beachhead and to help foster cooperation
between Crows and Wildlings.
At first the reports were of small troop sizes. They were scouting out and
looking for fords of the rivers and streams and meeting with local holdfasts. 
The reports said grain, other food staples, bolts of wool and cotton were
freely given winning over the local populace.  This pleased Jon immensely.  He
liked seeing his realm enriched.
The beachheads grew with more Free City troops arriving.  Jon was surprised at
how well the mercenary companies worked at their assigned tasks and how they
did not rape and pillage.  Maybe the reports of their lack of discipline and
leanings to loot and pillage were exaggerated.  When Jon thought about it more
who would hire forces that could not control themselves.
The reports came back reporting huge camps being erected with tent barracks and
buildings erected to house command and logistical staff.  They were orderly and
huge stockpiles of supplies were clearly being amassed.  Orderly sanitary
facilities were built away from the communal areas.  Large kitchens set up to
keep the troops well fed.  They saw troops from Essos free Cities leavened with
many mercenary companies.  They were very well disciplined. 
Jon was pleased that his own patrols were well disciplined themselves.  The
returning scout teams were returning to the wall and the various forts they
were drawn from reporting that those “Crows” or “Free Folk” weren’t so bad
after all.  “Once you got to know them I actually like them.”  Jon smiled at
those reports.
The reports kept him appraised of the beachheads enlargement and the new forces
arriving.
Then six weeks ago the first of the troops, conscripts and cavalry from the
Southern houses of Westeros began to appear on the expanding beachheads.  Most
of these first Westeros forces were of the Stormlands that began to appear. 
Many banners were reported back.  The shield of white with yellow strips in the
upper left of House Chyttering.  The shield with a rack of golden antlers on a
background of blue tower with the words "Pride and Purpose" below the antlers. 
House Brune of Brownhollow was represented with a bear paw, brown on white,
within a double tressure brown that they blazon their arms with.  Many other
banners were also present.
The next week a huge influx of forces from Dorne appeared in the beachhead. 
His scouts reported they saw  banners blazoned with three black leopards
standing on a yellow pile on orange that represented House Vaith of the Red
Dunes.  He read of the banners for the House Wyl of the Boneway who blazon
their banners with a black adder biting a heel on yellow.  His attention caught
by the banners of House Dayne of Starfall.  Jon could still hear the sadness of
his father talking of his fight and the killing of Arthur Dayne.  His father
still grieved over the man’s death a generation past.  Their sigil being a
sword and a falling star on a lavender background.  Several other houses of
Dorn were represented in the reports he read.  He knew there would be many
other houses unreported.
In the following weeks more and more banners appeared from the lands of the
Great Houses of the Stormlands and Dorne.  Reports came to Jon of beachheads
further south.  He knew the Queen was covering her “bases” and putting forces
in place to block troop movements from Bolton, Manderly and Karstarks if
necessary.  The reports said blocking forces had put in place and the troops
had surged inland to reach the King’s Road. 
Jon was impressed.  The Queen using her massive navies to transport her armies
North was saving time and putting much less stress on the troops and reduced
stressing the land with mighty armies passing through.  He assumed that the
forces of Highgarden and Casterly Rock were amassed in those beachheads.
Between the forces of his father and the Queen’s great numbers of troops and
war material that were being brought to bear against the Ice King victory had
to assured Jon feverishly thought.  Jon looked again at the Haunted Forest.  He
squint smiled unknowingly coping his father’s habit.  His father’s Game of
Throne had done the impossible and brought the Queen’s force north united
without the Great Houses fighting and destroying her army from within.
Jon looked at the trees that had been cut back three thousand meters from the
wall.  He hated chopping the trees down but safety overrode his distress of
felling the necessary trees.  He looked at the old dark pines, firs, spruces
and few oaks in their silent wall of foreboding.  They seemed like sentries
that could turn in either direction.  Surely the forest knew who the true enemy
was.  Jon watched the heavy snow fall onto the trees to disappear.  The thick
falling snow making the world silent.
Jon began to walk down the wall from the warming shack.  He walked a half of
mile and looked over the Northern face of the Wall.  As the Night’s Watch had
dwindled the ability to maintain the wall had diminished.  The wall while still
structurally sound had been began to decay in areas. 
With the surge in effort of defense of the Wall Jon had asked his father if
artisans could be found to help in the repair of wall.  The number of Builders
in the Night’s Watch had had fallen so low that most of their efforts were
spent on maintain the human habitations and the work on the wall was more
superficial to keep the top prepared for human traffic on the top of the wall. 
Some of the smaller cracks were still prepared.  To some degree with the
melting and freezing of the ice the Wall had the ability to repair itself. 
Still, large cracks had appeared and areas of the wall had sloughed off like a
rotten tooth enamel.  The wall folding in on itself at the areas of major
sloughing.
With the maximum effort being put forth by the North in the defense of the wall
Jon asked for his father to bring in all the carpenters, stone carver / layers,
quarrymen and civil engineers that the North had.  Eddard Stark had put out the
call for his vassals to strip their cities and castles of such artisans and put
them temporarily in service of the Lord Commander to make the wall as strong as
possible.
Eddard reminded his Lords that the Wall’s strength was their strength.  The
Wall was to keep the evil that was amassing to the North away from the citizens
of the North.  With the Wall strong the ability to resist the ancient evil was
only that much stronger.
The Lord Commander had been most pleased.  Manderly of White Harbor had
stripped his own artisans and he plumbed the holds around White Harbor.  The
local pool of desired craftsmen were organized and had been sent to the wall. 
Over five hundred thirty men and a few woman had come from the house of
Manderly.  Lord Wyman had come through brilliantly.  From Winterfell Mikken led
a contingent of 20 such men.
From the rest of the cities and keeps like Hornwood, Old Castle, Barrowton,
Karhold, Torrhen’s Square and Widows Watch and other small keeps supplied two
hundred and thirty artisans. 
Finally, long needed repairs on the wall itself could commence.  He had had the
Crows and Free Folk manning the reconstituted forts search thoroughly the wall
for decay.  Those areas had been marked on a map of the Wall to show the exact
location of needed repairs. 
Now the small army of engineers were swarming up and down the wall.  They were
repairing large cracks that had been allowed to slowly enlarge with large
wooden scabs pegged into the ice and melted ice poured into the cracks filling
them.
Where the Walls face had blistered and cracked men had gone down on ropes from
the top of the wall to repel down and use war hammers to beat off the dead
honeycomb ice that fell in mighty sheets to the ground far below.  Most of the
damage was near the top but some were four hundred feet down.  This did not
stop the engineers from forming scaffolds and having them lowered.  The ice was
removed. Then A frames were bolted into the ice with pulleys and winches to
which scaffolds were attached and slowly lowered to the damaged ice spots.
Jon watched amazed as the scaffold was lowered to the area needed. Then slowly
wooden beams were bolted to the wall and from that base cofferdams and caissons
were built around the damaged areas.  Men then constructed forms to hold water
brought down in relays on the suspended scaffolding until it the cofferdams
were filled with water that froze to the force of granite overnight. 
Jon now looked down the wall on the north face.  A repair had been done in this
area on a blister scab of ice fifty feet from the top.  Jon could not see where
the damage had been in the dark.  The Wall was being restored.  It was amazing
what one could do when you had the proper forces to do the job.
He pulled his sword out and it immediately blazed to life.  Flames licked up
and down the blade with tongues of flame wreathing up several feet above the
tip of the sword.  Tendrils of flame wicked down to wrap around his forearm. 
As he became more attuned to his sword it blazed hotter and became more his
weapon.
He had decided to bestow a new name to his sword.  “Shadowbender” in honor of
his wives.  He looked at the face of the wall with the bright light his sword
emitted.  He could not tell where new and old began and ended.  He stood back
upright.  He looked down the wall and saw Marsh Bowen looking at him and he
saluted Jon.  He was now Jon’s main captain and he supported Jon fully and
completely.
Jon had finished his inspection for tonight.  He had other duties to perform. 
He looked again out over the silent Haunted forest.  His enemy was coming for
him.  He was ready.  Jon slammed his sword back into its scabbard.  He would
meet the Ice King on the field of battle and kill him.  He felt the enemy’s
implacable hate and malice.  He was ready.  He knew he would have allies to
defeat the strange succubus that had allied itself with the Ice Wright.  He
would drive his flaming sword into his icy heart and melt the vile murderous
Wright to slag. 
Jon felt hate for his traditional and hated enemy.  He had killed him before
and he would again.
Jon went to the elevator and got in the booth and took the trip back to the
ground seven hundred feet below.  As the booth made the slow journey Jon again
thought of what he needed to do.  The Night’s Watch had been created over eight
thousand years ago.  That was a different time and a different age.  In
adhering to the old ways in a new world the Crows of the Night’s Watch were a
fading order.  Jon wondered if things were not changed would it soon die out.
Not for the immediate future he deemed.  When Westeros and the allied forces of
Essos saw the enemy they would for a while feel a surge in duty.  But in a
handful of generations the fervor would die and the memories of those who
experienced these time would be taken to the grave.  Jon felt a new way must be
found.
Jon knew that men taking an oath of chastity and life time servitude was
antiquated.  He would abolish such vows and try and institute a conscription
service of two years from a pool of sixteen year to twenty year olds from which
a random draft would select the men to man the Wall.  Men and women who choose
the military for a lifestyle would be the officers.  He was toying with the
exact mechanics and how to institute.  Jon wanted to leave the watch in a
better place when he resigned to take his wives back to their cabin that they
would hide with shadows from the world of man that tired Jon to the core of his
soul now.
He wanted to be free of this burden from men who had tried to kill him.
He knew that he had fundamentally changed the dynamics of the relationship
between the Free Folk and Westeros below the wall.  He had granted his allies
the land down to the New gift.  He knew that most would return to their
ancestral lands after the Ice King was killed but some would remain.  Jon
wanted an end to this endless and senseless conflict between the Free Folk and
Crows and those below the wall.
Jon had hope.  His father was a fair and just man and the Queen had brought
disparate groups together in Essos and it seemed a new world order was taking
hold on that continent.  Jon hoped fervently that his father and the Queen
could work the same changes in the North of his homeland.  Let there be peace
between the lands of the North and Free Folk.  Jon had come to admire how the
Free Folk chose their leaders.  When your leader was his father or this
Daenerys Targaryen then all was well.  When the leader of Westeros was Robert
Baratheon or Aerys II Targaryen not so much. 
He admired Mance Rayder the fallen crow.  He had granted him a full pardon.  He
intrigued Jon with his concepts of this thing called democracy.  He chuckled.
Westeros was not ready for that concept for many a century he was sure.  Jon
was satisfied for now with reducing the rancor between the people of his birth
home and the lands of his wife Ygritte.  She was more Asshai now but she was
still part Free Folk.
Jon reached the ground and stepped out of the booth.  He looked around at the
immense stockpiles of dragon glass and pitch / tar that was flowing into Castle
Black.  He was keeping the vast proportion for this Castle but wagon trains
were taking substantial supplies of the weapons needed to kill the undead and
ice wrights were heading west and east to the other forts of the wall. 
Jon was sure the attack would come here but he had to make sure to supply
sufficient force to block a penetration elsewhere long enough for his
reinforcements to reach them.
With repairs of the wall fit to be complete within the next month Jon saw the
vast stores of wood beams with metal bindings, metal bolts and nuts with
screws.  The engineers would then move the material up to the top of the wall
and start constructing catapults, trebuchets and scorpions to fire down on the
enemy.
He moved to the tunnel that led to the warren of passages underneath the wall
and the grounds of Castle Black.  He moved toward his quarters.  He had delayed
this confrontation as long as possible.  He was the husband and he would let
his wives know his decision.  What they proposed was too dangerous.  Their
presence would not be hidden by dead flesh in future forays on spying
missions.  They would be taking too great of a chance.  Jon followed the
branching of the tunnels to his home. 
Jon paused and took a deep breath.  He girded his loins for combat.  He opened
the door and entered into his living quarters he shared with his wives Ygritte
and Melisandre. 
Jon paused.  They were sitting at the table with both of them staring at him in
the doorway.  Their faces stony in passivity.  Jon glanced at the roaring
fire.  He cursed the flames. They had shown his wives of his arrival and his
intentions.  He could feel their ire and anger filling the room.  Jon thought
of reasons to dally or dissemble but he knew what had to be said. 
He also cursed the fact that they had chosen to confront Jon nude.  They went
naked around their home but he knew they were using their nakedness to throw
him off his balance in the coming confrontation.  They were not wet but their
nipples were rock hard excited by the passion of the coming conflict.  Jon
mentally girded his loins.  He would not let them use their beauty to dissuade
him from what he had to say.
“I refuse to let you go south and meet with the Queen.  What you propose it to
dangerous.  As your husband I forbid it.”
There was the silence of the grave in their small normally cozy room. 
Melisandre’s red eyes bored into with an intensity that made Jon squirm though
her face was stony it still registered rage.  Ygritte’s blue-grey eyes were
like a raging sea and she did not control her burning rage.
“You know nothing husband of ours.  No one controls us by right of being male!”
“That is not what I am saying.  I am the head of our family and my decision
holds sway.  I will not let my wives sacrifice themselves for those not worthy
of them.”
“I did not travel from far off Asshai to perform my destiny to have a man
cavalierly tell me how to perfume it” Melisandre spoke through gritted teeth. 
“I was once a slave and will not be treated as such again!” she suddenly
shouted.  “I am a free woman!” she shouted again.
Jon was taken aback by the accusation. 
“Who gave you the right to lead this family?  Why not us?!”
Jon spluttered.  “Because I am a man!” he knew even as he said it, it sounded
hollow and a lie.  Jon desperately wanted to protect his wives and grabbed at
any argument.
He watched his two wives slowly rise from the table with clenched fury written
all over the faces and shaking bodies.  He cursed his manhood for his eyes
eyeing their swaying breast and beautiful cunts now on full display as they
stood proud and naked before him.
Jon started to wonder who was going to protect him as he gulped loudly his
Adam’s apple working reflexively.
 
Ygritte
Ygritte had never been so furious with Jon.  How dare he bring up the fact that
he was a man to try and control them?  To demean their worth with such a
worthless and demeaning argument.
Beside her Melisandre snarled “You wound me Jon Snow.  I offered you my life
and this is how you treat that offer and sacrifice?”
Jon staggered back as if struck.  He looked at Melisandre with hurt eyes.  “I
am not trying to demean you damnit!  I am trying to save you.  Save the two of
you from yourselves.  You will not have the camouflage of death to hide you
from the evil thing on the Ice King’s back.  We have all sensed its power.”
In her anger Ygritte still registered that Jon’s own senses were indeed growing
to be as acute as theirs.  He was indeed becoming Azor Ahai in spirit.  Seemed
he was also inheriting his arrogance.
“You know nothing Jon Snow or maybe it is Targaryen with your new found male
ego shit.  Maybe you have gone daft in the head Snow!”
“I will not be treated like a slave!” Melisandre screamed her voice booming as
she tapped the power of the flames. 
Jon stood his ground.  He stared hard at the two of them.
“When you decided to walk the flames did we stop you Jon Snow?  We wanted to
terribly but we came to understand it was your destiny.  This is our destiny.”
Jon closed his eyes.  He took a deep breath.  “That was absolutely necessary
and you two know it.  I had to become Azor reborn.  I am now him reborn.  You
have performed the duty you came to this land to perform.  Ygritte I now you
are Tygreti reborn but you were first a wildling.  You have performed you
duty.  You have performed more than you duty.
“Yes Melisandre you were ready to kill yourself but I found a better way.  I
can feel it in myself.  I repeat.  I am Azor Ahai.
“If I am indeed Azor Ahai reborn all the more reason you should follow my
command in this.  I sacrificed you once I will not do so again!”
Ygritte could see Jon’s logic but she did not care.  She was beyond pissed. 
The reason she loved Jon Snow was because he was free of this fucking shit! She
knew fear was motivating him but that did not matter.  She was half Free Folk
and damnit they were free!
“I refuse you Jon Snow.  I won you by right of the Hunt.  It is you who should
be bending to my will.  Melisandre and I are the two most powerful Shadowbender
witches that walk this Earth.  Our power equals yours Azor.”
Jon grimaced hard.  He sighed again.  He looked indecisive suddenly.
Jon resolve seemed to firm again.  “I am trying to protect you.  Let me do my
duty to my wives.  I am not being selfish godsdamnit!”
“Maybe it should be us defending you husband.  We are the most powerful witches
our order has ever known” Ygritte told Jon with fire in her words.
“Let us protect you Jon Snow!” Melisandre shouted at Jon.
Jon scowled at that.
Melisandre snarled “I am so disappointed in you Jon.  I had assumed you were a
true man after my heart.  I thought you were so much more than those other
blustery pompous asshole men.  Men who think just because they were born a man
makes them by birth superior to half the human race.  Is that how you think Jon
Snow Targaryen?  If so I have married a stranger.”
“Me too” Ygritte said softly.
“Have you been lying to me all this time Jon?  Were all your words and actions
merely a lie?  Have you put a lamb’s fleece over my eyes?” Melisandre asked
Jon.
Jon started and shook his head and then chuckled.
“That is wool Melisandre” Jon took a deep breath.  “Okay. Okay.  Maybe I
overreacted but it was with the best intentions of my heart.  A male heart to
be sure but a pure heart.  I do not want to lose you or Ygritte.  I know you
have hidden it from me but I know you will create a shadow phoenix and fly
deliberately over the forces of the Ice King.”
Both Ygritte and Melisandre were shocked that Jon had divined this.  They had
made sure to discuss this only when he was up on the wall.  They stole glances
at each other.  He was becoming mighty indeed.
It did not matter when it came to them. They were all three equals.
“Yes Jon” Melisandre spoke to her husband softly.  “We will be open to be
assaulted but we should be safe.  We can see deep into the night if need be and
far into the distance if light and into the trees and Earth.  We will reveal
the truth to the men who march with the queen.”
Ygritte spoke now “we should be safe for we will stay high above the forces of
the Ice Wrights and their shambling dead.  They cannot touch us.”
“Now you are lying to me.  Aren’t you?”
The two witches looked at each other directly now.  Jon could not now be this
strong could he? Their looked said.
“We three know that something evil flies the air above the forces of the
walking dead.  I cannot see it but it is there.  How do you know it will not
sense you and attack you?”
“We will be careful” Ygritte told her husband.  “We are powerful.  We will
sense its presence and if necessary we will flee.  We should be able to
withstand any initial assault and flee.”
“We all know you can’t be sure of that.  Let the South come united or
disjointed.  They will be here either way.  That is what is important.”
Melisandre spoke now “No.  We must be united.  The battle will be fierce and
our loses will be horrific.  Also we have sensed treachery in the forces that
are uniting before the Wall.  Someone has treachery in their heart.  We have
tried to discern who it is but we cannot as yet see in the flames who it is. 
With this threat from within we must be as united as possible.”
Jon asked “I’m curious.  Are the treacherous dogs from the North or the South?
“We cannot be sure but we feel the pull of the North when the flames show
forces turning against themselves.  The flames do not show coats of arms or
banners.  It is very frustrating” Ygritte told Jon.
Melisandre added “We can only see that two lambs turn to vipers and strike the
legs of those surrounding them.”
Jon laughed.  “You don’t need dreams or flames to know the two houses that will
turn out to be fucking dogs.  All in the North and the Riverlands know of two
houses that are craven and filled with dogs and that is an insult to all
canines.”
Jon laughed again when he saw the confusion on his wives faces.  “The houses of
Frey and Boltons are dicks.  If two houses are planning treachery and revolt it
would be those two.  I could just see them giving Guest Right at a wedding and
then slaughtering the guests.  It is in them.”
“But are you sure?” Melisandre asked unsure.
“I am surer than your flames are showing you.  That I am sure of.  Roose Bolton
and Walder Frey are complete and total assholes.  It is them.  I will have to
send word to my father when the time comes.  With everyone on the march nothing
can be done for it till they reach their camps before the Wall.  To do anything
now would cause confusion and sow the seeds of rancor and derision among our
side.  This treason needs to be disposed silently if possible.”
Jon sighed.  “Okay” he breathed deep and rubbed his face.  “Now that we have
cleared the air I guess I will have to say that you were right.  It is your
lives and you must choose the path you take.  I will leave it at that.  I have
spoken of my disapproval.  I think we can survive without this effort on your
part but I cannot be a hundred percent sure.”
“The realm does indeed ride on the choices we three make” Jon sighed again.  He
rubbed his face yet again.  He put his hands down and looked at his wives. 
“Please forgive my concern.  It made me speak out of turn.  I disapprove of
your decision on this but you are mighty priestesses of your order and adults. 
You did indeed respect my wishes and I now must respect your wishes.  I am
still pissed off about it but I will process it.  It is what adults do.  I must
go out and meet the demands of my command.”
With that Jon was gone.  His wives could feel his anger but they could also
feel him coming to the terms with the situation and would soon be back to his
normal gentle self.  His loving gentle nature that had captured two women’s
hearts.
Melisandre looked drained.  She was a lover not a fighter.  Ygritte did not
like fighting with those she loved but she would not shy away from it either. 
The wildling part of her would never duck a fight and in some ways relished
pitting herself against an obstacle or foe and conquering it.  Even that was
her husband Jon Snow.  She went to the fire that had died down and threw some
more logs on the fire and got it blazing hot the light filling the room along
with several oil lamps hanging on hooks. 
Ygritte guide Melisandre to the bed and sat her on it and she crawled onto her
lap.  Ygritte loved this position. It even out their height difference.  Her
rump wiggled on Melisandre’s strong thick thighs.  Thighs that would crush her
face when she sucked her off or lock around her hips when she lunged her strap-
on cock deep up into her tight pussy or asshole.  She loved feeling
Melisandre’s legs strength trying to break her ribs it sometimes felt like. 
She slammed fucked Melisandre even harder feeling that strength help Ygritte
bury her prick balls deep up into her lover’s belly or colon.
She took Melisandre’s hands and kissed and licked her fingers one at a time
like she liked.  She sucked on each digit lathing her tongue over each finger
wetting them one by one.  Ygritte maintained hot od contact working each finger
wetly in her mouth.  Suddenly, those fingers were threaded in her hair and her
head was tilted over and her wife’s lips were mated tight to her lips and she
felt Melisandre’s tongue demanding entrance into her mouth.  Her wife’s fingers
clawing into her scalp with her need for her small wife.
Groaning loudly Ygritte whimpered parting her teeth and then gagging in
helpless pleasure feeling Melisandre’s long tongue surging into her mouth and
striking like an adder wrapping around her tongue and squeezing hard “Mmmpfff
unggppfff mmppffff!” Ygritte chuffed in raw need. Their coiled tongues flipped
around hotly in the smaller Shadowbender’s mouth.  Melisandre using her grip in
her wife’s hair to mash their mouths tight her tongue spearing down her
groaning wife’s throat.  Ygritte cried out into the mouth devouring hers as her
eyes rolled into her skull and violently jerked and rolled.  Her cunt was
sopping wet and her little nipples rock hard.
Ygritte was in a love dazed fog and the next thing she could register she and
Melisandre were rolling around on the bed their naked bodies pressed into each
other.  Ygritte loved how her small tits were smothered by her wife’s large
heavy rounded breasts.   Their warmth and weight delicious.  Ygritte loved her
petite body subsumed by her wife’s larger body.  She felt Melisandre’s hot
urgency.  They somehow wound up sitting up on the bed arms around each other’s
body pulling bodies tight as tongues surged from mouth to mouth.  Both women
groaning as their tongues slithered around each other and flipped hotly in
their mouths.
Melisandre threw her wife down on the bed and loomed over Ygritte half lying on
wife supporting her weight with her elbows and one knee as she pressed Ygritte
down into the bed.  In this position, Melisandre with her body half on
Ygritte’s body she gripped her wife’s small breast with her large hands pulping
them like she knew Ygritte liked it.  Ygritte gutturally groaned feeling her
wife clench her tits and crush them hard like she craved.  Melisandre wolf
sucked on her wife’s nipples with long drawing sucks.  Melisandre pulled her
head back slowly letting the spit soaked breast meat and nipple plop out her
mouth.   Back and forth Melisandre worked her wife’s little dove titties.
Her hands throttled Ygritte’s small doves and pulped them with her hard
squeezing hands that jerked and squeezed the little titties out her fist and
leaned in to slurp the bulging areolas and puffed out nipples.  She looked up
at Ygritte who was shaking her head yes encouraging Melisandre to pulp her
little tits.  Melisandre enjoyed the titties she slurped on and wolfed sucked. 
Melisandre cupped her hands over Ygitte’s small breast and then lifted her
hands and the sound loud in the room as her striking palms crushed and pulped
Ygritte’s tits into her ribcage.
“Uunnngg hhhnnggg … oooohhhh yessss yeeesssss baby … I love it when you pulp my
tits.”  Melisandre continued working her woman’s tits with cruel force bending
her head down to roughly lick and deep suck the precious rock hard nipple with
short and then long sucks.  Her woman writhing on the bed.  Ygritte placed her
hands on Melisandre’s head and urgently pressed her head down her now sweaty
belly.  She needed her woman to suck her off!  She saw the mirth in
Melisandre’s eyes as she kissed and nipped down the hard stomach of her wife.
Then she was between Ygritte’s legs simply devouring Ygritte’s shaved cunt and
wallowing her face deep into her little love chute.  Melisandre snuffled and
groaned lapping furiously along Ygritte’s slit and lashing her glazed rigid
clit.  Then she was tongue stabbing her drooling cunt hole as her nose hammered
her wife’s clit hard. Melisandre surged her face deep into Ygritte vulva making
it flare to swallow her deep red lips and shoved her tongue deep into Ygritte’s
sloppy wet love whole her nose jacking into and rubbing Ygritte’s clit.
Melisandre worked slowly back up the creamy slit slurping her wife’s labia lips
one at a time and munched happily on them.  Then she was back at her wife’s
clit jutting out its sheath all shiny and wet.  She first butterfly stroked
with her tongue batting it from all angles. Then she sucked the delicious
morsel back into her mouth and she wolfed sucked with alternating long and
short sucks.  Melisandre’s head lifting to suck up dripping wet cunt meat into
tents her pumping head filled with shocking tension as her tongue polished the
clit all rigid and spasming.
Ygritte screamed and screamed as the womb ruptured and tore itself apart deep
in her belly and tore her cunt inside out scalding her cunt with shockwaves of
crushing bliss.  The small woman’s body twisted on her shoulders and her body
jolted hard with crushing spasms of fucking bliss.  Ygritte’s eyes rolled back
into her skull and spasm so hard she feared they would lock up in her skull. 
Her pelvis jacked hard grinding her pubic bone into her wife’s face.  She
screamed as hot gushes of searing cum filled Melisandre’s mouth to overflowing
again and again as it ran down her cheeks, chin and throat.  She heard the
obscene gulps of Melisandre gulping down her gushing cum with choking swallows
of all the creamy cum spasming out her hot fuck hole.
This was the start of long hours of hot intense fucking that soothed their
souls.  Jon finally returned at dawn unsure.  They had slept and were filled
with fuck hunger for their husband.  They fucked him hard with mouths, hands,
cunts and assholes. 
Their mouths glued to his long thick cock and sucking with hard loving sucks. 
They had pulled off his cock and let it spurt all over their faces soaking it
in cum that Jon groaned seeing his wife’s slowly and thoroughly cleaned with
slow tongue licks.
Later Jon gripped their hips and shoulders hard as he slammed them back into
his plunging cock burying itself deep in their tight pussies and clenching
assholes.  He fucked them from behind doggy style that they loved.  He pumped
both of their twats with punishing balls deep love thrusts.  Their bodies
jolting with the force of his hips slamming into their ass cheeks.  One wife
was on her knees seeing Jon’s massive cock fucking their wife so hard and balls
deep.  His dick soaked in creamy whitish cum.  Each wife groaned too see their
wife’s inner lips pulled out their cunny hole all wet and pinch tightly
clenched around the thick shaft of their husband.  The shiny inner cunt folds
so hot looking glued to Jon’s dick before it plunged back deep into their
wife’s fuck hole.
Each wife by their wife’s hips pulled Jon’s long thick cock out sloshing wet
pussies and shoved into their hot sucking mouths.  Each woman sucking hard with
their head jerking and lank sweaty hair swaying in time to their hot sucking
head.  The wife then guiding Jon’s prick back to their wife’s spasming fuck
hole and shoving his dick deep into the hot frothing hungry cunt.  Jon groaned
out how hot it looked to see them sucking each other’s twat juice off his
prick.  They made sure to make husband and wife happy with their sloppy bobbing
head with lots of head twirling on his bulbous dickhead their lips sucked tight
to his cock crown and the sensitive glans just under his dickhead.
Jon fucked his wives in turn as their titties whiplashed and flopped from his
hard fuck.  Jon’s hands rising high and slapping ass cheeks hard making his
wives squeal in pain.  Their ass cheeks turning cherry red.  The pain in their
ass cheeks arcing to their clits making them spasm with each hard cupped palm
strike on cherry red ass cheeks.
Jon pulled their hair hard and twisted their arms behind their backs giving
that hard squirt of domination and pain that they craved while in bed.  Only in
bed when defenses were down and souls open.  Ygritte craved it when Jon with
his cock or Melisandre with her strap-on slammed into her so hard that sweaty
flesh slapped loudly and her body lurched forward with the power of the power
of their strokes into her couchie and asshole. 
Ygritte loved being plowed doggy.  Her small titties whiplashing beneath her
body.  Her body jerking forward with the powerful bodies slamming hips and
thighs hard into her ass cheeks and thighs.  They both cummed hard on Jon’s
dick ploughing their pussies several times.  They then groaned when Jon moved
his cock from their tight cunts to their pinching assholes.  His strength
easily penetrating heir tight shitholes and then lunging his prick up their
asses.  He knew his wives loved the pain and degradation of a hard anal fuck. 
It made them both cum like exploding volcanos. 
The powerful witches relished their husband pounding their assholes as they
feasted on his cock ATM and A2P as they shared as deeply with a man as they
could.  By surrendering to Jon completely in their bed they opened their souls
to him.  They were totally willing to anything nasty with each other and
experience rough sex because it showed total surrender and accepting all the
pleasures the body could give one.  Both women reaching behind themselves to
pull their ass cheeks wide to open their starfishes for rough invasion.  Both
cummed hard from anal ‘gasms. 
Jon’s control was absolute now.  They rested a quick short break to drink
fluids and eye each other with fuck hunger.
Ygritte had straddled Jon and he was slamming down his cock so savagely up her
tight twat his thick long cock filling and stretching her cunny out tight on
his thick shaft.  She was constantly moaning and cawing.  Melisandre moaned
that she loved seeing her inner lips pulled out into a tight pink ring around
Jon’s thick cock on the outstroke.  She felt the bed settle at her hips and Jon
stilled.  Ygritte felt Melisandre push her body forward so her torso was no on
Jon’s sweat soaked body.  Ygritte looked aback at Melisandre with hot throbbing
eyes.
Ygritte felt her wife worming up behind her and Jon.  Melisandre shoved her
thick long strap-on up her loosened asshole and buried it with one savage
stroke of pure love as Ygritte howled in pained ecstasy.  Jon pulled Ygritte’s
head down and they kissed deeply in mouth.  Jon started to slow stroke his dick
in and out her stretched out quim.  Melisandre pumped her cock deep in and out
Ygritte’s tight hot wet asshole.  Melisandre arched her back and punched her
hips to pound her nearly eleven inch strap-on leather cock up her wife’s tight
spamsing asshole.  Ygritte gibbered feeling Jon punch his cock up her cunt with
short hard strokes.
They started to slow see-sawing their shafts deep into her willing orifices
filling her belly with hard cock.  Their bulbous dickheads jacking over each
other as they jacked so hard in and out her fuck holes.  Ygritte cried out as
she felt one cock sliding in as the other worked out.  Her body buffeted by
strong bodies lunging cocks fully up into her cunt and shithole.  Her spouses
quickly ramped up their hammering fuck of Ygritte’s willing yearning body. 
Their dicks lunging so hard up into her body making it lurch forward as she
jabbered in ecstasy.
Ygritte chuffed and cawed as her body jolted and her body slide over Jon’s body
with the force of two thick long dick slammed fucked her tight fuck holes.  She
gagged feeling her little diamond hard nipples rubbing up and down Jon’s hard
chest.  Ygritte yammered feeling the dickheads of her lover’s cocks jacking
over each other in her belly.  She loved Melisandre’s strength one hand
gripping her hip and the other clenched around the top of her shoulder.  Her
wife jacking her back so she could slam all the inches of her dick up Ygritte’s
hot tight ass hole.  Her body slamming into Ygritte’s body rippling the
Wildling’s hips and ass with the force of impact.  Both women knowing that
Melisandre’s thick rounded dickhead was buried balls deep up Ygritte’s
butthole.
Jon had an iron grip on Ygritte’s ribs slamming her back into his dick savaging
her pussy and Melisandre’s savage forward thrusts squiring her asshole.  Both
of her spouse lunging their dick so hard and deep up into her cunt and
shithole.  Melisandre had one hand gripping her ass hard her other hand now
fisted in her long sun kissed hair and jerked her head back savagely partially
choking Ygritte.  She was slammed fucked and she loved it!
They pounded her so hard and good.  She cummed wildly her asshole pinching down
on strap-on slamming in balls deep.  Her cunt clenched Jon’s cock in a velvet
spasming fist.  "AAARRWWOONNGGGG! HHUUNNGGGGGGGGGG!  OWWWGGGGGGGGG! Unhhhhhhh!
Oh!" Ygritte screamed with unbridled ecstasy.  “Auungghhiieee!" she cried out,
shocking her mates by the unbridled loudness of her cries. "Ungghh! Oh . . . oh
. . . oh Melisandre! Nnnnuunmmgghiieee! Oh gods yes! Ungghh! Ohhhh Joonnnnnn!"
Melisandre went for the brass ring getting up on her feet squatting down and
forward straddling Ygritte’s hips and now doubled fisted Ygritte’s hair and
slammed her cock straight down Ygritte’s tilted asshole slamming her cock down
and along Jon’s hard plunging cock up her wife’s exploding snatch.  Melisandre
jerked Ygirtte’s head back so hard her eyes stared at the ceiling.
Ygritte’s asshole exploded in a second epic anal ‘gasm that after ten seconds
triggered a harrowing vaginal orgasm.   Melisandre threw her wife’s head
forward releasing her clench in her wife’s hair so she could scream out her
orgasm "AUUNNGGHOOWNWGGHIIEE! Awwonnggg! Oh shit! Ungghhh! Angghh!" Ygritte
cried out, in such loud wails of excruciating pleasure.
“Scream it bitch!” Melisandre howled at her “Cum on our cocks you fucking
slut!  You fucking bitch!”  Melisandre snarled down at her wife knowing how hot
dirty demeaning talk turned her wife on so much.  Jon still had a hard time
talking dirty so she carried the torch until they could work on that Stark
reserve some more.  Jon was lifting his hips his back arched deep.  His feet
planted on the bed to torpedo fuck his wife’s exploding cunny.  Her couchie
clenching his dick hard in tight wrenching spasms up and down the length of his
plunging prick up her exploding snatch.
Melisandre growled as she hips pulled back pulling three quarters of her thick
strap-on out Ygritte’s asshole and slam fucking it back in deep.  Again and
again Melisandre flexed her hips to pound her wife’s asshole as deep as her
dick could plunge.  Ygritte’s fuck holes exploded into yet another harrowing
orgasm of shocking ecstasy.  “AARRUUUNGGGGGGGG! HHAAWWWGGGGGG! Ohnggggghhhh!
Ohnnggg . . oh gods! Ungghhhiieeee! Aunnngghiiieee! Oh Melisandre—Jon—pound
meeeeeee! Aungghiiee! Mmmmnngghhieeee! Nnnhhiieeeeee! Mmnnhhiiieeeee!" she
wailed coming in shockwaves, each orgasm apparently more crushing than the
last.  Her orgasms had started to wane until she felt Jon lunge in deep and
held his dick there.  Her orgasms exploded anew when Jon screamed and screamed
his nut sack flood her Shadowbender womb with hot spurts of ribbons of pearly
jizm flooding her womb with his seed.
Ygritte was crushed with spent pleasure.  Suddenly her head was jerked up by a
fistful of hair and Melisandre’s cock was brushing her lips. With a happy tired
groan she opened her lips and swallowed her wife’s cock ATM and happily slurped
it clean of her ass juice.
Jon cummed six times more times that night.  Twice in each of their cunts and
last in their assholes marking them as his wives only.  Only this man would
ever touch them.  Jon was the only man worthy of touching his Shadowbender
wives.  Jon being Azor Ahai reborn had certain advantages Ygritte groggily
thought.  His stamina was so gooooodddddd!
They then rested and drank juice and tea while Jon ate a light meal. Then he
laid back on the bed with pillow underneath his head.  He looked up at them
evilly and stuck his tongue up wiggling it.  They took turns riding his face
like fillies dominating a stallion.  Again and again he sucked them off.  Jon
sucked and snuffled wildly as he gripped their hips and jammed then down to jam
their pussies hard onto his mouth their wet swollen vulva totally engulfing his
mouth as their wets camel toes bulged to swallow his lips as he surged his head
up to speared his tongue deep into their hot tight cunts.
The witches clawed their hands onto the back of Jon’s head and jacked his face
up into their exploding cunts as they wailed and screamed and screamed their
fucking bliss.  Jon was superhuman now in his endurance as again and again his
wives rode his face marking him as their bitch wildly jerking their hot cunts
up and down his mouth as he held his tongue up like a plow share tilling their
sloppy wet snatches that exploded and flooded his greedy mouth with hot
overflowing gushes of cunt juice. 
The Shadowbenders would kiss their wife as they swirled their cunny down on
their husband’s face and sucked on boobs until the gyrations became too much to
follow and they backed off to watch their wives ride Jon’s willing face as he
submitted to them and their needs.  They would sweep forward and he would lap
their anuses and then sink his tongue deep up their assholes and tongue fuck
their assholes as his fingers jerked their slits and clits.
Melisandre actually blacked out she cummed so hard from that but recovered
quick as Ygritte took her turn.  Finally, as the sun was setting the wives had
totally exhausted their pussies for the moment.
Jon’s face was red and slightly swollen around his mouth, nose and cheeks.  He
looked supremely happy.  His hair was simply soaked in female cum that had
matted his long locks and plastered strands to his forehead and around on his
cheeks and throat.  He purred as his wives saddled in beside him and snuggled
in close their own bodies soaked in sweat and cum.  Though the wives did not
need to sleep they were soon snoring in love and contentment. 
Jon did not need as much sleep as he once had.  He stroked patterns along his
wives backs that were still sheened with drying sweat.  He followed his wives
into slumber.
The hot sex had healed their rancor and restored their love.
 
Ice King
The Ice King rode a recently killed brown bear.  It was the size of the wagons
some of the Free Folk used when they moved their homesteads.  The beast
shambled onwards past the Fist of the First Men.  He and his vanguard were just
arriving.  He would make camp here and marshal his forces and prepare.  Unlike
the hot bloods his forces did not easily tire.  Another sign of why his forces
would win over his inferior rivals.
He turned to look behind at his first children walking behind him.  Their white
and light blue tunics snapping in the wind.  Though he was putting some of his
sons in ice armor he choose to not wear any as did most of his sons.  The armor
was heavy and severely restricted their speed and agility which were their
greatest strengths of their bodies.  They were roughly the same strength as
most men but inferior strength wise to the mightiest of male warriors.  Thus,
they used their thin bodies quickness to alleviate the strength of the men. 
They would move and feint against the warm bloods while their superior blades
quickly defeated the inferior weapons of the hot bloods.  Also, their inborn
coldness sapped the strength of the weak humans.  He longed to kill and kill
the humans and take what was rightfully his and had been denied him when last
he went to war.
He reached back and petted the head of his son.  His son had rebelled a few
times on the journey here still fearing the use of the Horn of Winter.  The Ice
King shook his head.  It was the Croyel that had found it for him.  The Wright
reached with his hand to finger the small horn with its strange runes that none
could decipher.  He cared not that it was carved by an Inseuqent and that his
son said they could not be trusted.  The horn had been created over eight
thousand years ago.  Whatever purpose it had been made for beyond the felling
the Wall must have long ago passed away like he had almost done. 
As he had purpose so did the Horn of Winter.  Together they would achieve his
long cherished dreams.  He would not let silly fears hold him back.  He was
superior to all challenges.  It was he that would prevail over Azor Ahai reborn
and the Warden of the North.  In time he would prevail over the whole world.
He looked back again and saw more of his sons entering into the clearing past
the edge of the far distant forest.  The Ice King used his knees to guide the
massive bear to turn around.  He watched his sons move towards the Fist of the
First Men.  The sun was low in the sky.  With his far seeing eyes he saw the
massive cloud bank that was this cycle’s Winter.  It rolled and writhed.  The
massive built up storm held for years past its time to move south had built up
into a monstrous creation that would sweep down on his new world and make it
into the paradise he longed to turn it into.
The Ice Wright knew his shambling dead were several days behind in the depths
of the Haunted Forest moving forward one uncertain step at a time.  They would
then gather here while he prepared.  He saw one of his precious Ice Giants
emerge.  He was the eldest and most intelligent of his large sons.  He looked
resplendent in his ice armor.
His Giants had the strength to carry the weight of the thick blocks of ice. 
The blocks would block dragon glass if his enemy had it but would be
susceptible to weapons of iron breaking the blocks with repeated blows and
strikes.  By the time the ice would be broken they would have decimated the
enemy.  The blocks were in various rectangular shapes held in a lattice work of
copper that kept them in place.  Ice Helms had been fashioned to protect their
heads and necks.  Only their faces and hands were exposed with smaller blocks
running down their legs and arms.  The weight had them moving slowly and would
tire them out in prolonged combat but their mission was to strike quick and
with devastating effect.
They would rob the Queen of her greatest asset.  Then they would need to
survive long enough for the rest of their sons to arrive.  The Ice King smiled
a smile that did not touch his intense blow glowing eyes.  He had put much
lighter ice armor on a legion of his sons born of mortal men.  Again the weight
slowed and hemmed his sons from their natural grace but they would be his shock
troops to surge into the enemy and open the way for the rest of his sons and
army of the dead. 
The Ice King had it all planned out.  His grand deception insured his total and
complete victory.  He shivered not from the biting could but from the thrill of
the victory he was assured of.
The Ice King again circled his dead bear steed around to look at the distant
forests. 
His forces had sent the Free Folk to flee south.  He had hoped that they would
wage war against the crow and weaken each other but the hated Jon Snow had
welcomed them with open arms.  Fool!  It had led to his assassination.  The
Wright had actually danced a short jig knowing that the foul crow had been
killed by his own brothers.
His forces were killing and converting the fool patrols by the Crows.  They had
wisely ceased probing the Haunted Forest as his forces thickened beneath the
boughs.
Again another portent of his coming victory.  His people never turned against
themselves.  He had proven the craven nature of man by his deals first with
Peytr Ballish and then the House of Frey and Bolton.  It was sweet and even
humorous that the crows had killed the one man he learned to almost respect.
Several months ago it had been a rage that filled him.  News from his scouts
had reported that the Night’s watch commander once more walked the top of the
wall and went to the Godswood before the wall.  His spies were there watching
silently and hidden when the foolish man knelt before the hated tree. They were
moving in to kill the fool when their shock made them stop.  The spying Ice
Wrights knew what the Lord Commander looked like.  When he pulled his hood back
they were surprised. 
His hair had been black but was now white and his eyes were lilac.  This was
most strange.  Humans did not change in this way.  The Ice Wrights discussed
what to do when the decision was made for them.  The man had unsheathed his
sword and it turned night into day as flames licked and flowed off the blade. 
The Ice Wrights always sensitive to heat felt the raging heat flowing off the
blade.
None of these Wrights of course had ever seen for felt the sword of Azor Ahai. 
Jon Snow went through his sword practice steps.  His sword left glowing arcs in
the air behind its flight through the air.  The sword screamed with heat and
dire magic to their kind. The blade would cut through them like a hot knife
through powdered snow beneath the trees.  They had fled to tell their father.
The Ice King could not believe it.  He was immortal.  He could be bound and his
flesh garroted but he did not die as men died.  Men died.  Azor Ahai had died
and his soul had long ago parted from the world.  This was not that hideous man
but he was definitely filled with his essence.  Somehow the Lord Commander, Jon
Snow, had come back as Azor Ahai. 
The Ice King had prepared and worked to make sure that he would not experience
what he still felt as it had happened a moment ago.  Azor had slipped past his
defense and plunged his sword clean through his body.  The heat had been
agonizing.  The fiery heat of the sun melted his organs and boiled his blood. 
He had screamed in agony as fire flowed out from the sword to his frozen white
hair to the soles of his frigid feet.
He had fallen to his knees staring with hate filled eyes.  His body was
ruined.  He watched Azor pull his sword out his body as weak as the babes he
changed into his sons.  He had watched listlessly. The man wasted no time or
effort pulling his sword up and back over his right shoulder flames screaming
and roaring six feet off the blade exalted at tasting his blood and the
impending death of his body.  The next thing the Ice Wright King remembered was
the world spinning and rotating until his severed head hit the ground and
rolled for ten feet to rest with his eyes staring up at the ice clear blue sky.
It had taken him several minutes to fully die in his body.  His memory a blank
until his awakening less than a decade ago. 
The Ice King shook as his body remembered past agonies.  NEVER!  Never again
would he let his soul experience again the death of his body.  He had learned
much.  His son had given him new power and new magic.  He would succeed now
with his plan.  He would be the one to part Azor Ahai head from his body!  The
King took a deep breath he did not need and calmed himself.  He knew caution
but the time for it was coming to an end.
He came back to the present seeing the sun glint with bright spangles off the
armor of his children.  This would ensure his victory.  He merely had to get
his forces to where they needed to be unseen.  He gathered the forces of his
strike force before him on his mighty dead steed. 
He gave them a rousing speech on how important their mission was.  They must
not falter and must not be discovered.  His scouts had found a path that would
lead them past the crows.  They would march day and night a steady non tiring
pace to arrive at their target.  They had with them an ice crow that had been
especially raised with mighty magic.  This bird would be released to fly to the
Ice King.  It had been raised on his blood and would fly quickly back to his
father.  It looked around memorizing the location of his father.  The bird
cawed but made no sound.
After an hour exhorting his sons they began their march.  His eldest and most
powerful son was with them.  He had been taught mighty magic by the Croyel. 
The Ice King smiled knowing what they would accomplish.  His son would rule
Westeros as he marched east and took over the continent of Essos.  His son
wanted nothing more than to serve his father but he was elated all the same to
be named the first heir to his father.
The Ice King had watched them slowly disappear into the hazy distance.  He
would deceive his enemy and attack with the first blow unawares assuring his
victory.
He received ravens from his human allies.  They were marching into place.  This
Eddard Stark was a fool and they would strike his forces unaware from behind. 
The Ice King smiled at the thought.  The Bolton leader was known for taking the
skin off the bodies of his enemies and those he chose to torture for the pure
enjoyment of it.  That was how Roose Bolton would die.  He had admirable
qualities but at the end of the day he was still a hot blood.
He wanted a quick decisive battle.  He had let the crows know of his approach. 
With the death of Petyr Baelish he had reversed his strategy.  He had hoped
that the little human would have the Great Houses of Westeros wage war on
themselves committing fratricide.  They would have destroyed themselves without
him having do any work.  Without that war their forces were still mighty.
When his son had come to him he had determined to try and bring as much of his
enemy as he could to the wall and annihilate them there.  It seemed that the he
was going to succeed beyond his coldest deadest dreams.  Once he had dispatched
his enemies he would sweep South and butcher the unprotected taking their male
babes, toddlers and very young to become the Army of his Wrights that he
dreamed of.  He would finally have the numbers he once had.
Essos would be warned by his conquest of Westeros.  He would suffer heavy
losses but he would prevail adding ever more children to his army.  His first
sons would have the strength to help him raise the next generation speeding up
his conquest.
A rush of anger came over him.  Again his true son was whimpering that he must
not use the Horn of Winter.  Magic was already weakened.  It would be unbound. 
He must not do this thing he did not understand the true ramifications.  They
were both creatures of magic.
The Ice King gritted his teeth.  He wanted to punch his son to silence him but
he needed him too much.  He had become his truest of sons and loved him
dearly.  This one son alone among his sons was not a scion of his body.  He had
free will and as such he must be disciplined.  The Ice King concentrated again
and cut off the blood flow from his throat.
“Aaaiieeeeee! Eeeeeiiiii! Eeeeeiiiiii!” his son screamed denied the sustenance
he had become totally addicted too as was his kind’s way.  The Croyels had
never had a host actively cut off their blood before and were totally
unprepared to fight it.  The Ice King was weakened his knees shaking but he
held his resolve fierce.  Within the minute his son cried out he would be
silent and follow his father’s will.
The Ice King relented letting his blood rush to his throat.  The symbiosis
restored the two evil entities were instantly revived to full vigor.
In his victory over his son the Ice King could afford to be magnanimous.  He
reached back and petted his son on the head as the Croyel whimpered in
pleasure.
“Soon son soon.  This will be first victory of many.”
 
Daenerys
Drogon’s mighty wings were pumping every ten to fifteen seconds with hard flaps
and then he rode the thermals as he winged up North with his mother on his
mighty broad black.  He flew at his slow run speed as Daenerys called this
speed as they flew up the King’s highway.  He was so far up that he left no
true shadow on the ground.  The land so small from two miles up.  He was still
gaining attitude.  In another ten minutes whey were three miles above the
earth.  The clouds that rolled by in sky were far below them.
The dragon would fly up to twenty thousand feet and then gradually let his
flight path lower to the thicker air lower down and rest as he glided down the
invisible rivers of air that flowed up in these layers of the atmosphere.  The
cold and thin air did not bother him.  Nor did it bother his mother.
Drogon and Daenerys reveled in the frigid air and the sharp tang it brought to
their nostrils.  The wind whipped over her body making her tunic whip like a
battle flag on a windswept plain.  She and her dragon did not feel the cold in
the slightest.  She looked down at the white puffy clouds beneath her.  She
wished she could build a castle atop such clouds.  She had passed over Darry
four hours ago and was roughly two hundred and fifty miles up the King’s
Highway above it. 
She wished she had her Arya with her.  She could not stop thinking such
thoughts anymore.  She was falling more in love with the young Stark girl every
day.  Each beat of her heart forged a new link in the chain of her love for the
young Stark girl.  She had fallen for her sweet personality and gentle ways
that covered up the fierce heart of a warrior. That warrior spirit called to
her.  Then she had discovered the girl while on the quiet side had a definite
charm with her politeness and rough court etiquette.  With her briefs on Eddard
Stark and her infuriating interactions with the man he had been nothing but
genteel.  She was sure his children were reflections of his personality and
demeanor.  He had fashioned the perfect woman to be her Queen.
She had been sure until Arya came into her life that she would never put the
realm at risk with her desire to have a Queen on the dais of the Iron Throne. 
She would not go to war but she would use all her charm and intimidation
(strange how well those worked together) to win the right to marry Arya. 
Then she had caught onto Arya warging into Nymeria to watch her from afar. She
found it sweet.  She had thought about it.  The girl obviously had a hero
worship complex with her.  She was like a young girl from a farm that was
enamored with the big city.  She was Arya’s shinning city.  She wanted the girl
to want more than that.  She had flirted with the girl and Arya would look away
or simply ignore her overtures.  She had shown off her breast and almost took
the girls hands to get them on her breast and the girl had refused the obvious
overtures. 
That had hurt.  But as she got to know the girl more she had come to understand
that Arya had terribly underestimated the girl’s shyness and her native
taciturn and controlled manner.  She was sure now that was a trait of all
Starks.  The problem was that she did not have time to further explore her new
insights.  She needed to win the peace first and foremost.  She may have
personal needs but she had made herself Queen and thus taken on the
responsibility of protecting that realm.  This consumed her current thought. 
Also, she was terrified that if she made a romantic move and if Arya did not
feel that way towards her she would ruin their great friendship.  She would be
an emotional wreck and that she could not be before the great battle of her
dynasty.  She needed to be focused on the task at hand.
What was that saying “The greatest loves were friendships caught fire.”  She
was on fire for the Stark girl.  Masturbating so many nights looking into
Nymeria’s eyes knowing that Arya was watching her had finished hooking her on
the girl.  She knew the girl was innocent on love in general.  The girl must
obviously be enjoying watching Daenerys masturbate.  She was definitely in her
wolf every night the wolf had watched her masturbate.  Was Arya fantasying
about making love to women?  Making love to her?  She knew she must be and yet
Arya never made any overtures to her when she had made it clear she was a
lesbian.  Arya may be just getting her rocks off.  People of different sexual
orientation could definitely enjoying watching other pairings.  In Essos she
had often seen men fucking and found it hot.  Maybe Arya was the same?  She
wanted a male to love but would not turn aside getting off watching Dany
masturbate.  If that was all that girl wanted from Dany that would suck! 
Royally!
Daenerys gritted her teeth and growled.  She was not used to being so
indecisive.  She could not think of any other course at present.  She sensed
that Arya was the perfect mate for her.  How to reel her in?  How to make the
teen fall in love with her or if in love with her then declare it?  If she was
Arya she would have been all over a woman so clearly advertising her interest
in her.  Arrrrgghhhhh!  Damn that Stark reserve!
She knew she had to make the girl’s hers.  She needed Arya in her life.  All of
her life!
She encouraged Drogon to keep climbing.  In ten more minutes they were four
miles above the Earth. 
Off to the right a short distance away was the short marge of the piedmont that
quickly over twenty miles rose up to mighty knees of the first Mountains of the
Moon.  Each new line rising even higher behind their more stunted brothers. 
The overall name of the mountains that ran throughout the peninsula of Arryn
and ended with the fingers jutting out the Shivering Sea. 
For a distance of over a hundred miles to either side of her rose the mighty
mountains that protected the Vale of Arryn and many other valleys that the
people of this house lived in.  With twenty major Lord holds located in the
high mountain valleys and in the major valley of Arryn itself.  These were a
hardy people who had found a way to live comfortably in the wild land of their
home.
Daenerys was impressed with the mountains as she looked to the east.  Even
though she was flying at twenty thousand feet many peaks soared above her
height.  Some of those peaks soared past her height to a dizzying mile above
her current flight path.
Daenerys always wanted Arya with her but Arya simply could not come with Dany
on such reconnaissance flights.  The girl had proved immune to the heat that
radiated out of Drogon but she was not of the Dragon.  Both the dragon and his
rider generated great heat at their core.  Daenerys though she had icy winds
blowing into and through her that was far below freezing with the force of her
flight through the air and wind currents did not feel the cold.  She knew that
water would freeze within a minute with the temperatures she was flying
through. 
Arya would freeze to death unless she was so bundled tight in furs and layered
clothes that she would look more like a rock than a person.  Arya had tried to
be brave and strong but even above King’s Landing when they flew above ten
thousand feet in her leathers and two thick coats her teeth had chattered like
they might break and that had been in the much warmer air along the coast.
Now overland the temperature was definitely trending towards winter.  She
wished though that Arya could see the majestic peaks from this viewpoint.  A
high pressure cell had passed through and cleared out the humidity from the
air.  The air was like pure refined crystal.  The mountains seemed to leap up
from the Earth with their shoulders striving to reach the sun.  The bottom of
the mountains garland with thick forest.  These forests gradually thinning as
they rose up the mountains. 
Then the trees slowly shortened and became more interspersed to where only
stunted trees, scrub brush, grasses and lichen clung to the sides of the
mountains.  Here through Drogon’s far seeing eyes she saw big horn sheep and
mountain goats impossibly climbing up seeming sheer faces and leaping adroitly
from rock to rock.  She spotted foxes slinking among the boulders looking for
hairs and groundhogs.  She saw several badgers looking out their burrows.
Around her great golden eagles and condors soaring the thermals below her
looking for prey and carcasses to feast on.
Yes, her realm had so many beautiful sights.  She had flown deep into that
range several times now flying through high mountain passes.  She hoped to take
Arya to her favorite mountain glad and make love to her there.  Someday she
sincerely hoped.
She would figure out how to get Arya the protection she needed from the cold. 
It was an engineering problem and the Queen loved solving such problems.
She looked to the north up the King’s Highway.  At his height she could see so
far with Drogon’s eyes.  She had asked her Grand Maester Harsch Lape how far
she could see from such a height.  He had given her the formula of for the
maximum theoretical straight line sight distance to the horizon as the square
root of 1.5 times your altitude. So the square root of 1.5 x 20,000 was 173
miles.
The Maester had cautioned that clouds and haze often limited one’s sight but
the cold front and high pressure cell had cleared out the air of particulates
and humidity.  With Drogon’s eyesight she could see the whole way to the
curvature of the Earth. 
Daenerys turned her gaze to the north and west. She studied the ground closely.
She was again sure she had read the “tea leaves” correctly.  Eddard and his two
allies Edmure Tully and Jon Arryn had totally marched their full strength up
North toward Winterfell and beyond. 
When armies’ march they either had very long wagon trains following or the
large camps they created when stopped or they must forage and raid the land to
sustain itself.  There was simply no evidence of his. She had scouts now
ranging far and wide throughout the Riverlands with strict orders to not be
seen.  Her Dothraki born and breed for such forays.  Their reports confirmed
her aerial observations.  The land had been laid bare to her.  She was free to
rape and pillage if she choose and destroy the forts left behind.  It was
almost as Eddard was testing more than her strategic and tactical acumen.  He
was testing her soul. 
She would pass.
She looked down the King’s Highway.  She saw her camps already established as
far as she could see.  She knew that they were now penetrating the lands of
Eddard Stark and still no opposition was even hinted at.  Only from the land of
the Reeds did her forces report the sense of being closely watched.  She
already had their measure.  They were allied with her.  She had just received
reports that her beachheads that they had reach the King’s Road and were
rapidly flowing south and cautiously building out her camps to the North. 
She would not get over confident and cocky.  She had heavy forces of mercenary
companies protecting her forces now moving north. 
She had left strict orders that the local traffic on the roads was to be given
free passage down and up the roads.  She had wagon trains with basic food,
tools, other food stocks for the winter and bolts of fabric for clothing and
leather for clothing and tools.  These were to be freely distributed to the
local populace.  Why fight if you could bribe.
Daenerys thought of the North and Riverlands like a fair maid.  She was seeking
their hand and she needed to woo their parents.  Between the strict patience
and respect her forces gave to the local populace and the gifts she bestowed
she was pleased with her reception.
She knew she had much to thank Arya’s father for this too.  The people whom her
forces met constantly repeated the refrain that the Queen’s forces were to be
respected and given free passage.  They had seen her restraint from the
beginning.  She was proving it now.
She had seen enough and wielded Drogon around in a wide circle and headed back
home to her forces and a certain wolf girl she had given her heart too.
She landed back at the camp her forces had reached for the night a little after
nine in the evening. They had reached a major waystation and would rest a day
to let the horses rest and let the men stretch and rest.  Men could make
repairs to their weapons and tack and switch any horses that were starting to
strain with the steady march north.
She had been greeted by Missandei and Oberyn in her tent along with her two
generals.  Missandei and Oberyn joined her at the table while her two martial
generals remained standing so they could easily point out points on the large
map unscrolled on the table top and weighted down by candle scions.  They went
over her plans.  Daenerys found it hard to concentrate.  Where was Arya?  She
gnawed on her lip.  She did not want to seem like a love sick little girl.  She
stared for a long moment at the trails of molten wax wicking down the candle
shafts in rivers of red and yellow tears.
“Where is Arya?” she asked in what she knew was a plaintive voice.
Missandei answered “She is in Stannis’s tent.  She is visiting him.  He
requested she eat dinner with him and Renly.  She is quite liked I must add my
Queen.  Even Stannis seems at ease with Arya with her courtly politeness and
the way she listens to the man without rolling her eyes at the grinding of his
teeth.  The Highgarden contingent rode with her the half day as they jested and
conversed.  I think Arya is winning over the Houses of the South for her
Father.”
“It is cute how she hotly declares her father is the greatest ‘man’ the world
has ever seen.”  Missandei paused “She will make you a wonderful Queen Dany.”
Daenerys looked at Missandei with large eyes.  How could she betray her trust? 
She started feeling Syrio grip her shoulder from the side.
She looked up at her old friend “We all know Dany.  We have known basically
since she tried to punch your teeth out in the throne room.”
Daenerys sat back stunned. She looked at Barristan smiling softly at her
nodding his head yes.
She looked at Oberyn for his confirmation.  “For gods sake will you fuck the
girl and get it over with.  You two love each other so much it is sickening. 
Sweet.  But sickening.”
Daenerys looked around the table.  She was nonplussed.  If these people did not
care who would?  Arya was outside in her camp slowly seducing the other houses
with her simple homespun charms and basic goodness.
“Do you think she truly loves me Oberyn?”
“Does the sun rise in the East?  Stop being obtuse woman.”
Daenerys was still not convinced. That man was walking sex personified.  He was
predisposed to see passion where there might be none.  She paused.  She had
more reason to hope though.  She was sure that she would be going to Winterfell
before she went the Wall.  She was truly hoping that Eddard Stark was there. 
She had so many things to discuss with him.
An enemy to defeat and a daughter to woe.  Would Eddard Stark be as accepting
as Oberyn?  She had her doubts.  Dorne was progressive while the North was
moribund in the honor and the ways of the past. Still she had more reason to
hope.
Arya had stayed late in Stannis’s tent that night.  Dany had slept in her own
bed of furs in her tent and she missed her fiercely.  She could not sleep.  She
suddenly relaxed when Arya came into the tent.  The girl went to her furs. 
Just hearing her breathing calmed Dany.  The Queen rolled on her back to look
up at her tent.  She was definitely in love.  She had a war to win but after
that she had a world of happiness to snatch.  She smiled in the night.  She
listened to Arya softly snore.  Dany followed her into sleep.
The next day was meetings with her major allies.  They sat at her table with
Arya back at her side being her usual demure and polite self.  Daenerys stared
at her from underneath her eyelashes.  She simply did not have the time or
privacy to explore her rising hopes. 
The leaders pondered out why Eddard was being so careless with the defense of
his realm.  Daenerys still needed to play her part of this Game of Thrones that
Eddard had cornered her into.
She explained that her forces were too mighty for the Houses of the Riverlands,
the Vale and the North to fight her individually.  She would crush them in
turn.  She was being led North for decisive battle with their combined might. 
She was sure they would make a stand in a place and time of their choosing that
would let them to some degree at least reduce the effectiveness of her dragons.
They had debated this but they had to agree it was the wisest decision that the
Warden of the North could make.  Oberyn seemed to give her strange looks as he
argued in the soundness of her observations.  She was sure he had a strong
suspicion that he had figured out she was in league with Eddard Stark and yet
he argued passionately and persuasively for her arguments.  The other Great
Houses and their generals agreed with her reasoning. 
It was sound and logical.  With the might of Dorne, Highgarden, and the
Stormlands at her call and added to that the might of Essos and the alliances
of the Summer Islands and Yi-Ti gave her even more might she would rather
quickly conquer the three houses of the Confederacy as they called themselves
individually.  She would shatter their initial long range defenses and then her
dragons would be free to add their fiery might to the fight.  She was
unstoppable. 
She sighed and let the boys be boys as they took to insulting and making snide
remarks on each other.  She sat back and let the houses work out their picking
order.
“Has it ever occurred too you Oberyn that we grow as tired of you telling us of
your marital prowess as women grow tired of your wild boasting of your prowess
in the bed?”
“Why Mace, you will see my prowess in the coming battles.  Afterwards, if you
and Aleria will journey to Dorne, Ellaria and I will show our prowess in the
bed.  Come to us so we can make you cum, and cum and cum.”
////
“My Gods will you take that rod out your ass!”
“I got a rod I would love to shove up your arrogant ass Oberyn.”
“What would Loras say to that my dear Renly.”
“You know you wouldn’t be talking with his cock down your throat you pompous
ass.”
“Now we’re talking!”
////
“Renly, for gods sake stop filing your nails man!  That is unseemly.”
“You know brother—you do have a rod up your ass.”
Daenerys watched Arya out the corner as she was by turns amused, shocked and
bemused by the men grousing and mocking each other.  For herself Daenerys found
it highly entertaining.  She was happy that Arya was not bothered by such
harping.  Missandei had made an excuse of needing to continue working on the
coded papers.  She easily got flummoxed at such talk and biting remarks.
Daenerys pinched her nose and snorted at the childish behavior but the men
seemed to thrive on it.
“You know that is pretty rich coming from a House whose crest is a fucking rose
– a yellow rose I might add.  What does the color yellow denote Mace?”
“How bout I shove those roses, thorns and all up your ass Stannis!”
“Go tend your tulips.”
////
“Is that a viper in your diaper Oberyn or you just happy to see me – wait that
is right it’s a legless skink.”
“I got some fangs you can milk with your ass Renly”
////
“I know your wife must be so disappointed in you Stannis.”
Stannis hesitated but he had to hear what Oberyn had to say now “Whyyyyy?” he
asked in a resigned tone.
“With that sigil of the stag with that big rack of antlers I am sure she
thought you would always be horny.”
Stannis merely lowered his head and shook it at the horrible quip.
////
After a day of rest and more meetings with continued snipping they were once
more on the road.  They had a contingent coming out from the local small
homesteads coming to the road to see their procession heading north. 
She and the Houses got out their armor and the armor for their horses and that
the squires made sure were bright and polished.  They all felt like putting on
a show for the locals.  The standards were on their lances and the knights with
their titular Lords leading.  Even Mace looked regal and imposing sitting atop
his armored horse and in his enameled armor. 
Daenerys had her bells in and her black dragon bone armor on.  Arya had no
armor but her black leathers trimmed in silver inlay was so beautiful with a
sword on her back and one on her hip.  She cut a dashing figure.
Daenerys looked up and down the road.  So regal.  Minstrels would write songs
of this time that would be sung for a thousand years.  It was still a time of
Reclamation.
***** Going Forth to Destiny *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: For the readers who know of the Thomas Covenant Chronicles I
     start to now blend in the Giants, Haruchai, Ramen, Ranyhyn a Lord of
     Revelstone. Later i will blend in Amok, Waynhyn and the Wraiths of
     Andelain. Even later i will resurrect the Raver, Turiya Herem, i will
     in time show how his brother survived, the Merewives, Elaine-
     Forestal, demon-dem and the Viles. I will also create the Yazloo.
     In the ten books of the TC Chronicles i kept reading how hot blooded
     the Haruchai and to a lesser degree the Ramen were. We will in time
     finally see this side of these stoic people.
                            Going Forth to Destiny
         Ice King / Missandei / Daenerys / Eddard / Melisandre / Arya
                                        
Ice King
The Ice King gazed at the Wall rising up to the heights before him.  He was on
his mighty bear stead on the edge of the Haunted Forest.  He gazed with hate at
the barrier that barred him from the land that was his by right.  He knew that
he now possessed the Horn of Winter but it was not time for its use yet.
The snow was again falling heavily.  The white flecks falling down thickly from
heavy laden clouds that looked angry and sullen.  The snow heavy and wet. 
There was no wind to whip the snow along.  The flakes fell in lazy profusion. 
The unique shaped disks spun and whirled around like snow fairies that he knew
existed but had so far eluded his search.  He would subjugate all denizens of
this world in time.  None could hide from him when he reached his full power. 
It was indeed his destiny to conquer the whole world.  His campaign for world
domination had begun.
He still kept the true winter held in abatement in the far North.  Only
tendrils of the vicious monstrosity would escape and come howling down South. 
The slavering beast growing ever stronger seeking to slip the leash he had
placed on it.  The mighty beast desired to spring forth but the Ice King denied
it.  He had toyed with the idea of unleashing the storm and let it do the work
to the land that Peytr Ballaish had promised but that would take years more and
he could not and would not wait anymore.
It was time to strike. 
Even the Elohim in their far away home of Elemesnedene would fall before when
the time came.  He would conquer the world and bend Earthpower to his will.  He
would reign supreme.  His son cried out involuntarily in fear at his father’s
thoughts.  He did not correct his son his cowardice as he whimpered and drooled
down his throat in fear.  He would never admit to any but himself that he felt
fear deep down when he had such thoughts. His son’s fear had infected him.  He
cursed himself for this weakness and fueled his rage and desire to conquer
these strange beings that so frightened his son.
His son’s fear had transferred itself to him, but, where his son was weak he
was strong.  He shook his thoughts to tamp down his fear.  Nothing would
prevent the Ice King from achieving the greatness he had been born to achieve.
He looked up at the Wall.  With his son’s sight he could see deep in the wall
and see the Forbidding waiting hidden and unseen.  Its blue energy waiting for
magic it had been designed to snare and incinerate.  Fortunately, it was not
tuned for his magic and he had survived his first contact with it.  It had been
tuned to his son’s magic but he was aware of it now and would avoid it until he
brought it crashing down.
His son whimpered of High Lords and a Staff of Law but it did not matter to
him.  They were only names with no meaning to him.  All would fall before his
might in due time.  One by one he would confront and defeat his enemies.
The Ice King heard the boughs above his head creaking and sighing underneath
their heavy weight of resting snow.  From off to his right and left he could
hear snow sloughing off laden limbs and crashing to the ground in clouds of
broiling snow.  The sounds of icy nature soothed and strengthened the Ice King.
He would bring the Wall down and crush his enemies.  He felt Azor Ahai behind
that wall.  Earlier he had hidden several hundred yards back from the edge of
the forest where he now sat on his steed.  He had felt the reborn crow up on
the wall gazing out. 
They could feel each other now.  Their hate and acrimony implacable.  The Ice
King was not ready to confront this risen Jon Snow with his reborn sword of
Azor Ahai.  He again suppressed his fear.  Jon Snow impossibly wore the same
sword on his hip from eight thousand years ago.  It might physically be
different but at its magical core it was the same sword from long ago.  The
same sword that had melted his frozen blood and cleaved his head from his
shoulders.  He would refuse to let it happen again.  This time he would be the
one to run his sword through his enemy.  He would instead of burning his foe he
would freeze his blood to icy crystals and then his body.  He would lift his
arm high and bring his blade crashing down to shatter his foe’s head to a
million shattered shards of crystallized bone, muscle, blood and brain.
His Shock Troop were still on their journey.  They had made good progress he
knew but the journey was long.  They were slowed considerably by the heavy Ice
Armor they wore.  It was necessary.  Normally his Wright sons relied on speed
and agility.  His giant sons were while slower still quick but against possible
weapons of fire and dragon glass would be easily killed.  They needed their
armor for the mission that they had been given.  It would take them still some
time to make the journey to their destination.  They had to cross the point of
greatest vulnerability that would slow them even more as they used stealth to
pass the hot bloods unseen.  His plan was solid and it would reap great
benefits.  Once they were in place he could move forward. 
He had planned and prepared and was at last fully confident.  He was innately
cautious after his death at the hands of Azor Ahai.  He would not suffer that
fate again.  He had prepared his army and outfitted his sons with swords of ice
and given some armor.  His army of the dead was vast.  He had a human host that
would fall on his enemies from the rear.  His victory was assured.  His world
was content.  Or so he had thought.
That had changed the day after he had arrived at the Fist of the First Men.  He
had been on his steed watching more and more of his shambling army of the dead
filling the valley that surrounded the Fist of the First Men.  He had his sons
strung out along the river of the dead flowing south to guide and shepherd them
forward.  With his will focused south he needed his sons to keep the dead army
from wandering away and becoming listless as they separated from their
masters.  He had seen his dead simply staring at tree trunks unable to divine
another path forward till his sons urged them around the obstacles. 
He had watched a contingent of dead mastodons shamble into the open spaces when
his true son had suddenly went rigid.  His limbs shooting out straight nails
cutting into his skin painfully.
“EEEIIIIII! AAAIIEEEE! NO! NO! Not here! It is impossible!” the Croyel screamed
a soundless scream in his father’s mind.  The echoes reverberating deep into
the depths of his icy soul.  His son wailed on and on.  In fact he seemed
almost mad with fear.
At first he had been angered and prepared to “blood starve” his son again for
wilting with his prattle about the Wall and Elohim.  But he paused.  This fear
was not about the possible but was immediate and visceral to his son.  His son
was scratching him painfully drawing blood as his stunted limbs kicked and
thrashed in an instinctual motion of escape.
What had gotten into his son?!  He shouted at his son with his mind to calm
him.  It was to no avail.  His son was mortally afraid.  What could it be?! 
His son spoke in his mind. His son was craven it was true when he confronted
anything of might but this level of fear was something new.
“No no nnooooo … it’s a Lord of Revelstone!  She cannot be here!  The Soulbiter
and Soulcrusher prevent it. Prevent it I say!  Her power is vast—nooooooo she
has the full power of all the wards of High Lord Kevin, Son of Loric
Vilesilencer—no no … they have all been found and understood … there is no Oath
of Peace stunting their passion … Noooooo! No no no … Amok has been reborn No
No!  … Her might equals that of High Lord Mhoram when he rode out in valor and
folly to confront and kill the Giant Raver before the gates of Revelstone … she
is mightyyyy!  Father save meeeee!”
The Ice King was rattled. This was blind terror from his son.  These were only
words that came to him.  He caught vague images all rushing over one another. 
He saw a tall man holding a strange rune covered staff.  This man’s power and
strength were staggering.  Then he saw another vision off a man riding a horse
and charging a human appearing Giant striking it in the head with a staff that
shattered.  Then the man was stabbing that Giant with a large dagger that
staggered the Ice King with the power blazing out its white gem.  The Giant was
mighty and had a green stone of monstrous power himself.  It did not matter. 
This Mhoram killed the Giant. 
“Can you show me your visions?!  Don’t show me the past!  I need to see the
present!”
“Yes, but she will see me!  It is too dangerous!”
“I must see!  If you let me see I will protect you!”
He felt his son hesitate.  Then the Croyel projected into his mind what
disturbed him so.  The Ice King had maps of the lands he would make his own. 
He was able to sense that they we now in the land between the rivers of Weeping
Water and the Last River.  The icy water lapped to the shore in soft rolling
waves the tide low and the wind calm. The sun was bright and made the water
dance with blinding white glints.
He saw that he was seeing through the eyes of some human.  He could see the
slender arms of a human female before his eyes that he now shared with this
woman.  While slender her forearms were corded with whipcord muscle.  She had
on a light blue tunic that only came down to her elbows.  In her left hand was
a polished smooth staff that was capped with iron.  The Ice King’s eyes
enlarged looking at the staff.  It was an instrument of great power.  He would
make it his.
The woman was walking through the cold water that rolled to shore in gentle
waves.  The cold water did not seem to affect the woman.  The water coming up
to the middle of her stomach.  Her medium blue robe turned dark where the waves
rolled past her to lap at the shore.
The woman was focused on something he could sense, else, she would know of the
Croyel tapping into her visions.  She had some purpose consuming her focus. 
This ‘Lord’ was not expecting his son to be here the Ice King realized.  He was
of the Southern world like she was.  This gave the Ice King and Croyel an
advantage.  Unfortunately the link was too tenuous to be used for attack.  The
woman was moving ashore.  The woman looked to her right and the Ice King
started.  Besides her walking in the water that was now waist high to the woman
were Giants.  Literally Giants.  The same Giants he had seen in the past of the
Croyel’s memories.  They were startling in their size and prowess.  They moved
like the shadowcats of the North.  The water only came up to the middle of
their calves.
The Ice King saw that these Giants were at least twelve feet tall with some
closer to fourteen feet tall.  Where the giants of his experience were somewhat
bestial in appearance these Giants were perfectly shaped humans only twice or
more as tall.  They were well muscled with legs like tree trunks and arms like
thick saplings. Their faces were angled and sharp of features.  They had eyes
of many colors like the humans.  Their hair too had the color variations of
humans of mainly various shades of brown but he saw a few blondes and one with
red hair.  The Giants in the water were mainly women but he saw a few men among
the throng of Giant women.  The Ice King saw immediately a division between the
sexes of the Giants.
The men were dressed as sailors that he had seen with the smugglers that had
trafficked human babies to him from Essos.  Loose fitting attire with pants
legs stuffed into calf high boots and open shirts half buttoned up. Their
chests massive.  Their bodies were impossibly strong the Ice King sensed.  A
blow from their fists would cripple even his sons.  The women giants were
totally different.  They were only slightly shorter than their male
counterparts with a few as tall as their male companions.  Their bodies were
not quite as thick but he could see they were if anything stronger than their
male counterparts from their obvious martial training.
These women were warriors. They had on granite stone half helms that covered
their heads and necks but left their faces uncovered.  The helms the Ice King
saw had been melded somehow and not hewn from rock.  The rock seemed to have
flowed to its shape.  The rest of their bodies were covered with circular discs
of granite that were somehow interleaved without any bindings that he could
see.  These too had the feel of being formed and not cut.  This allowed for
armor that was precise and not bulky like the ice armor for his sons and
giants.  The armor ran from the neck down to the waist where a massive belt
was.  They had legging that covered their legs and feet over which were
strapped war sandals that were crossed strapped up thick bulging calves.
The armor was supple.  Where the ice armor he had fashioned for his sons was
bulky and restricted movement the Ice King could see that these Giants armor
moved and allowed full motion as if the granite disks were merely a second
skin.
The Ice King knew the armor must have been massively heavily but the Giant
women did not even notice the weight he could sense by their easy movements. 
The way the Giant women moved the Ice King knew they had the agility of gazelle
or the artic hares he saw foxes chasing.  How such strength and agility could
exist together he wondered?  They easily had the strength of thirty if not more
of his warriors.  The woman’s who vision he was stealing looked right and left.
He saw at most only twenty of these strange warrior women.
He saw that on their hips or strapped to their backs they carried great glaive
swords that were at least six to seven feet in length.  He instinctively shied
away from those swords and his true son gibbered and drooled down his neck in
abject terror.  These blades thickness and breadth were horrifying to see. 
They could cut through his sons like a scythe threw wheat.  The Ice King could
feel different but equally fell magic as was in the Dragon Queen’s Valyrian
blade.  It was not Azor’s fearful blade but these blades were dire to all they
struck and found the mark.  One strike true with these blades and any foe would
fall.  The Ice King felt rage at the increase of fell blades that his enemies
were acquiring.
He knew that these Giants were here for one reason.  To kill him.  How they
knew of him he did not know but they were here nevertheless to fight him.  He
hated them immediately and immensely.  He now had new enemies to hunt down and
kill in this wide world.  These Giants homeland would suffer his wrath for this
affront.
The Ice King saw that these Giant women seemed to laugh easily.  They jested
amongst themselves and spoke to the woman whose vision he and his son had
purloined with jibs and jests.  The woman did not laugh in return.  He hated
the mirth of these Giants.  The few Giant men joined in the laughter.  He would
strangle that mirth from all their throats.
The Ice King noticed another new foe.
Beside and among these Giants walked another type of persons. These were humans
who were shorter of stature compared to the men and women of Westeros.  They
were not greatly shorter but seemed to average four or five inches shorter for
the men and an inch or two for the women.  They were brown of skin and had dark
black hair.  He saw these were slightly fewer in numbers than the Giants.  They
wore simple brown tunics belted at the waist.  The water was ice cold yet they
did not feel it like the Giants.
A few of these brown skinned humans walked up out of the water.  He was
surprised to see they wore no protection for their feet.  They did not seem
particular muscular but were obviously extremely fit with rounded muscles and a
movement that spoke of great martial training.
The men had close cropped hair while the women had hair cut in bangs and half
covering ears and touching necks.  Where the Giants had faces that were mobile
with emotion the brown skinned people wore faces that were like masks that
showed no emotion. 
“What are these brown people?” he queried his son.
His son hesitated.  Again he felt fear.  Why?  These were only humans.  Humans
without weapons.  “Haruchai … they cannot be corrupted … they are almost as
strong as Giants!”  Ice King doubted that.  They were out massed by at least
five to six stone.  “They formed the hated Bloodguard.  They are terrible! 
They were once arrogant and could be led astray.  Stave instituted reforms. 
They cannot be led astray anymore!  They are a terrible and fey people.  None
can stand against their might.”
“But they have no weapons” the Ice King observed to his son.  Surely normal
humans without any weapon were of no import.
“They don’t need weapons.  They are the weapons!”
The Ice King was perplexed but did not pursue this with his son.
Again the Ice King had to wonder of his son.  These Haruchai did not seem
impressive at all to the Ice King.  They were just humans by what he could
see.  He did sense some hidden strength in them but nothing that warranted his
son’s fanciful descriptions.
The company had reached the shore and the entourage stopped while the “Lord”
whose vision they looked through moved forward.  She walked a hundred yards
inland and without preamble slammed her staff down shoving two feet of the
staff into the hard ground.  She should not have had the strength for that feat
but she had.  The woman in her blue robe walked half way back to the beach with
her companions.  She turned back around to look at her staff now jammed into
the Earth.  They all stared at the staff obviously waiting for something to
occur.  The Ice King waited with them with his borrowed vision.
For a minute nothing happened and Ice King asked his son what was happening. 
He was equally perplexed.
The woman looked back out to the sea and the Ice King gasped.  He saw two ships
made of stone that made the Swan Ships of the Summer Islanders look small in
comparison.  The ships had four masts and mighty sails that rippled in the air
with loud booms of canvass.  The Ice King felt great magic in these ships. 
Again he noticed that the granite of the ships had been formed and not hewn. 
The magic needed for that staggered his mind.  He would have those ships too
when he had slaughtered these Giants. 
The woman looked back inland.  Suddenly the Ice King felt time and space start
to rip apart and somehow stabilized as a column of whirling writhing bright
white light thirty yards wide appeared and soared to the heights of the
heavens.  It wavered and yammered trying to break free.  He could feel power
that dwarfed any he had ever felt.  It was trying to break free but some unseen
force was somehow controlling it.  The Ice King being a magical being had an
instinctive understanding of this column of writhing white force that reached
for the stars.
It was a disruption to all the known laws that governed life. All who entered
that column would cease to exist.  With his magically essence he understood
that for that area of the column of sparkling pure white light all time from
the beginning to its end existed at once.  Anything that entered would be
ripped asunder.  In fact the Earth underneath it should have been instantly
ripped apart as it tried to exist across time which was impossible and thus
anything that touched it would be obliterated.  Given time this thing could
destroy the Earth if allowed to roam unfettered and crisscross its paths of
destruction.  It would take many millennium but it was that powerful.
Once again his son screamed in wild blind terror “It is a Caesures—a Falls No
no!  It is wild magic gone wild.  Linden Avery the Chosen has created it.  It
is hideous.  Save meeeee!”  The Ice King felt his son’s fear but he was not
threatened by this “Caesures”.  It was horrendously powerful but yet some other
power was even greater and easily controlled it.
His son was not in his right mind driven nearly mad with fear.  This Caesure
was not moving and its affects localized.  The woman stepped forward and
started to chant in a strange tongue.  She held her arms up and faced the force
before her.  He felt like a million wasps were stinging him suddenly with fiery
venom.  He screamed and fell off his stead as he and his Croyel screamed in
agony.  The woman somehow endured the pain and her song quickly calmed the
affect.
The Ice king slowly levered himself up to his feet swaying.  The Caresure was
vile and reprehensible!  The Ice King sensed that what had been distracting the
woman was now at hand.
Suddenly, horses started to bolt from the Caesure impossibly unharmed!  This
was impossible!  They should have been torn apart!  The horses kept appearing
four, twelve, seventeen and then there was twenty-two of the horses.  They
pranced and nickered loudly as they tossed their heads with pride and joy. 
Four of the horses had riders on them. They were short like the Haurchai and
equally brown and black of hair though these people wore their hair long.  The
Ice King sensed that their darkness of skin was from always being beneath the
hot sun.  There was two women and two men.  Three were more teenagers while one
was a full grown woman with a strange cord in her hair that tied it up and
back. In her hair were yellow flowers.  These riders immediately dismounted
their mounts and began to walk around the horse tending to the horses though
they seemed to be in no need of care.
The Croyel again went mad with terror “No No Ranyhyn … they are filled with
terrible Earthpower.  They live on the Plains of Ra how can they be here! No No
this is terrible!  They will find me and smash me with their hooves.  They can
sense me and my kind!  No, no no!  What is this! The ramen do not ride!  They
are horrible warriors—they will break my neck with their cords!”
“Control yourself!” the Ice King barked at his son.  Why was his son so
frightened by so few people who did not appear to have any great strength to
them beyond physical prowess.  The Giants he could see with their immense size
and obvious strength.  They had fell blades and strong armor but they only
numbered twenty.  The other humans had no weapons he could see.
The Ice King focused on the horses.  He wondered what could be so terrible
about horses.  Then they were prancing and running around cavorting in gaiety
and joy.  He instinctively hated these horses.  The Caesure suddenly flared and
then winked out of existence.  Who could so easily create and control such raw
violent power?!  The Ice king saw that the staff in the ground around which the
Caesure had spun was impossibly unhurt. 
The woman’s vision they had hijacked walked forward.  The horses were cavorting
running here and there.  They nickered loudly enjoying the new land they had
arrived in.  The woman walked back to her staff and easily pulled it out from
the hard earth she had jammed it two down into.  A “Ranyhyn” ran up to the
woman.
Now the Ice King saw what his son saw.  These horse were bursting with some
kind of strange power.  This Earthpower that his son spoke of with such fear
and loathing.  These horses were taller, more muscled chests and legs that were
impossible strong.  The horses were black, brown, grey, chestnut and appaloosas
but one thing all the horses had in common.  On their foreheads were stars of
snow white color that seemed to glow even though they did not.  He had seen
this power before he felt but he could not quite place at the moment with all
the events occurring before his eyes.
The horse’s eyes shown with an intelligence that no animal should have.  It
looked at the woman’s eyes he was looking through.  The Ice King could see the
affection this animal had for the human.
“Oh Frinny, well meet” the woman’s harsh voice spoke with obvious affection. 
The horsed pranced and nickered in obvious happiness but then paused and stared
at her as she walked up to the Ranyhyn.  She was using her staff almost as a
walking staff. 
The horse suddenly trumpeted and reared pawing the sky.  The horse continued to
kick the air.  The other horses began to trumpet loudly as they started to run
a circle around the Lord.  They circle constricting.
The Ice King felt the sudden change. The woman had seen them.  He was not
afrai—“
“Ha-man rual tayba-sah carab ho-eeal neeta par-raoul Croyel-alh!  Kro-halle
zallhza trasohol par-sharhrl!”
The woman snarled at them.  “I see you Croeyl and your vile host.”
She snatched her staff with her left hand and whipped it up to grip with her
right hand and pressed the wood against her forehead.  Blue light filled their
shared vision.
The ice king heard his son scream as he formed his strongest shields
“AAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Melenkurion abatha, Duroc minas mil. Harad khabaal.”  The woman shouted out.
The Ice King was slammed off his feet and flung thirty yards through the air
like a ragdoll his body flipping and twisting.  Then his body slammed into the
ground.  The strike was hard and he rolled five times before coming to his feet
with sword in hand.  His son’s shields had held.  They were unharmed.  His
son’s shields had blunted the magical aspects of the assault with only the
physical force impacting their bodies and even that his son had mostly
blocked. 
His son whimpered.  He was drinking hotly from his throat.  The attack had been
thwarted but his son had been weakened.  He could defend them but for how long?
Their link with the woman had been severed.
He asked his son what had happened.  It took him several minutes to calm his
son down.  His son had nearly been catatonic with fear by then.  Slowly his son
came back to himself and explained to his father what had hit them.  They had
been hit with a spell that had been strengthened by the seven words of power. 
Words that if they spoke them would instantly kill them from within.
His son kept going back to the fact that the Lore of Kevin Landwaster had been
fully mastered.  For some reason this thought terribly frightened his son.  Did
not his son know he was the greatest force in the world?  His son had been
taken unawares.  They would be prepared for these new threats when they met in
the future.  Like he was now prepared for the Dragon Queen.
He had contemplated this turn of events.  It unsettled him but he was not
overly concerned.  These beings while mighty were few.  He had to trust his
plans.  Hopefully, these strange travelers from the land of his son would fall
into the same trap.  The same trap would ensnare these interlopers much to
their detriment. 
The Ice King was fated to rule all.  It was written.
Now he was looking at the Wall.  Having seen this “Lord” he could now see that
that the magic in the Wall that had attacked his son was very similar and yet
different.  He and his son would not have to touch that magic again with their
current plans.  With his heightened senses he perceived other magic but he nor
his son understood it or its function.  Most probably from the First People. 
When he had taken over Westeros he would hunt down and kill the last of them to
remove that threat once and for all.
The First People were near spent.  Westeros had forgotten the magic that had
given rise to the Mages that had warred against him and killed so many of his
brothers and sons.  He now had three forces to worry of.  Azor Ahai, the Dragon
Queen and this strange force from the land of his Croyel son.  They were mighty
in an individual way but his army would crush and kill them.  They were not
enough to be of any concern.
His ambush would hopefully kill or and maim them along with their hated
dragons.  Once the dragons were removed from the battlefield his assured
victory would be so much easier.  He leaned back and looked up at the tall Wall
that he would be crashing down.  He fingered the leather strap that was strung
around his neck from which the Horn of Winter hung.
He would have to wait.  His plan must first come to fruition.  Soon though,
soon.  He had waited eight thousand years for his long delayed revenge for the
ignominy heaped up upon his corpse.  He would first kill and then trap Ahai
into the cold unyielding Earth.  He would return the ignobility that he
suffered from eight thousand years ago.  He would tear the Dragon Queen apart
after she had seen her precious sons slayed before her eyes.  Then he would
turn his attention to these interlopers and in turn dispatch them.
His victory was assured.
He had solved the feeling of disquiet he had felt when he looked into the eyes
of the Ranyhyn.  He was sure he had felt the “Earthpower” that filled these
beasts before.  It had felt different but he had felt it nevertheless.  He had
felt it in Daenerys Targaryen.  She was filled with a variation of the same
power.  It was different and yet the same.  When he had mentioned this to his
son he had not seen it and thought not.
No.  The Ice King was right.  Daenerys Targaryen was filled with magic.  It
helped explain her great power.  Her dragons, her sword filled with fey magic
and her own body filled with another terrible magic made for a terrible foe. 
It did not matter.  He would slay and obliterate all his foes.
He pressed his knee into his dead bear mount and it slowly turned its vast bulk
about and the Ice King retreated back into the forest.  He listened to the
silent trees whisper and groan with the weight of the heavy snow falling down
upon their broad shoulders.  The forest was silent with all animal life having
fled away from his presence.  He smiled.  He was indeed king of all his domain.
Once the battle was finished his enemies power would be broken.  He could then
leisurely finish off the First People and immediate survivors.   Then he would
begin his march south raping and pillaging the land acquiring new sons to
replace those that must fall to achieve his victory.
His mighty bear steed plodded along as he slowly made his way back to the Fist
of the First Men.  He had to prepare the mirage that would be the final act
that would insure his victory.
His victory was assured.
 
Missandei
“Arrrrgggnnnnnnnn!” Missandei roared again in the privacy of her wagon.  It was
early evening and they had reached the days camp.  She had just swept the
papers she was trying to decipher onto the floor of her wagon.  The fourteen
pages and flown into the air and then fallen down to the floor and onto her
night stand table with gentle wafting arcs as they settled down.  The blizzard
of sheets now at rest.
The Queen’s speech while it had been heart lifting and she knew that the Queen
had seen the truth of the matter and spoke the truth she was still angered by
her failure to solve what had become the riddle of her life.  She laughed in
derision at her inability to solve the riddle of the pages now strewn on the
floor.  She knew that the message that lay hidden in the words of boring
everyday life in the House of Frey must be valuable or why else had her green
eyed benefactor penetrated the Red Keep to deliver it to her.
Missandei had mostly kept her ire in check for the ten days since the Queen’s
visit even though each day her rancor and discord rose ever hotter in her
breast.  She started to feel that her blood was running as hot as Drogon’s with
her anger and frustration.
Each day it was the same.  She sought to decipher the pages but each day she
was left frustrated.  She would finish the day of frustration and then leave
her wagon to enjoy the evening air.  As they moved north the air became colder
and carried a bite to it.  She was heavily bundled in several furs and two sets
of breeches.  Her hands encased in mittens.  She would quickly run to the cook
fires to get warm. 
Missandei was from island nation of Naath in the Summer Sea.  Her land was also
called the Isle of Butterflies for a reason.  The warm clime conducive to
flowers and the butterflies that thrived drinking nectars from the flowers. 
Her body was breed for warmth and not cold.  She was freezing when outside!
In her walks she acknowledged and talked to her fellow travelers.  
Oberyn had seemingly gotten over his strange behavior with her.  Well mostly. 
He joked that she looked like she was in a chastity belt and then suddenly
looked around and behind him his body tensed as if expecting to be viciously
attacked.  He looked around for a long minute before he settled down.
She heard him saying underneath his breath “Yes no lascivious thoughts, no
lascivious thoughts.”  That was like asking the full moon to not shine forth on
a dark night.   She in fact liked the man.  She was both happy and miffed with
the man.  She was happy that he had not come onto her like he was reported to
do with women he was attracted to.  She was conversely miffed because he had
not found her attractive enough to pursue.  She knew she was being unfair but
her emotions were aflutter with her thoughts of her longed for green eyed
lover.
She may be a lesbian but what woman did not want to feel attractive.  Messandei
sadly reflected that her true love had never seemed to appear again to her. 
She was courted by her maid staff who were now leaving so much cleavage exposed
their breast nearly fell out of their bodices.  They were at the door to her
wagon each morning showing off their charms.  Their breeches nearly falling off
their hips exposing delicious skin.  She noticed their bodies.  She even
desired them but she clung to her childish dreams of giving her virtue to “The
Woman” who had nearly taken mythological status with the young scribe.
She knew she should move on and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.  Life was
indeed fleeting and she would only be young and nubile once.  She should
partake of the women offering themselves to her now.  She would feel her
resolve to be chaste and hold herself for her love start to weaken.  Then she
would again see those beautiful green eyes and her resolve stiffened.
She took her dish of ham and gravy biscuits with cut green beans and radishes. 
She drank the special blend of tea from Yi Ti called Jin Jun Mei.  Missandei
loved the sweet, fruity and flowery flavor with its long lasting sweet after-
taste. The brew’s bright reddish color exotic to her senses.
Missandei ate her food daintily with her back ramrod straight and her eating
utensils properly held just so.  She ate the food with the highest of etiquette
protocol.  She ate with measured dignified bites.  The scribe listened to the
high lords gathered around the Lord’s table talking and laughing.  Oberyn was
in his usual form snipping at everyone and taking their pithy remarks with
aplomb.  The man seemed to thrive on ranking with his peers.
She looked over at her Queen and Arya as they talked quietly together.  Dany
had scooted her chair over to sit beside Arya’s and they talked leaning towards
each other.  They talked and first one head or the other would rock back in
soft laughter.  They smiled at each other softly that screamed love and neither
could see it!  She watched Arya reach out and pull a few stray strands of
Dany’s silver tresses and put it behind Dany’s ear.  The act so gentle and
endearing.
They would see their love for each other soon. They just had too.
Missandei longed to have her lover run her fingers through her hair.  Her Afro
would not give her love that option but she would happily twine her love’s hair
behind her ear.  Missandei would gaze lovingly into her bright green eyes. 
That was the one thing she could remember about her love from her dreams. 
Those beautiful ethereal green eyes.
The first dream had been the night the satchel had come into her room.  The
dream had not returned until the night the Queen had spoken to her.  Then it
had not occurred again for five nights but now it had occurred for the last
three nights.  She would awaken all hot and flustered.  She would look around
and call out but no answered.  No one was in her room.
Each night she would wake up from her dreams feeling loved and almost
worshiped.  She knew she was being watched.  She would look down at the foot of
her bed and see her Caracal Shadowclaw.  Her cat would be deep in sleep. 
Whoever was coming into her room was so stealthy that her cat did not sense
her.
She had tried to force herself awake the instant the dreams of being watched
and now touched filled her with a sense of being protected and longed for.  It
had frustrated the living hell out of her to awake alone each night she felt
the presence.  How was her love escaping her?!  She had locked her door from
the inside and it was always still locked.  She would examine the lock but it
was seemingly unharmed and locked.  She wanted her love so bad.
Missandei would awaken flustered and very, very horny.  She was waiting to be
seduced and ravaged and it was not happening!  She had then frustrated her
sweet Caracal with her hurried stripping out of her sheer nightgown and
spreading her legs to masturbate in a frenzy of wild cumming again and again as
she flipped and screamed her pleasure.  She knew her wagon was a rocking and
she just didn’t care if anyone came a knocking.  Her poor cat and guardian
would leap over to the desk to find safety as her master rubbed her muff to
more wailing womb rending orgasms.  She would fuck herself to exhaustion and go
to sleep sweaty and cum soaked after pulling up the covers. 
She had read many tomes on lesbian lovemaking over the last few years.  She was
an adept student.  She smiled lazily to herself.  She had learned not only how
to please other women but how to expertly pluck her own body to wailing cunt
immolating orgasms.  The little scribe felt like her pussy was tearing itself
inside out she cummed so hard.  Missandei would rock her woman’s world when she
gave her the “butterfly kiss” on her clit.   It was from the lands above Yi Ti
and in a book called the Karma Sutra of Lesbos. 
Missandei had again exhausted herself with intense, focused masturbation.  Her
pussy was exhausted but oh so happy.  She would feel Shadowclaw jump back on
her bed and pad around in a circle making her nest for the rest of the night
before settling back down.
Missandei was calming down from her continued failure.  Dany had indeed made
her feel better with her talk.  She knew that without the necessary cypher key
she would never be able to solve the riddle.  Missandei was confused by her
dream lover.  Why would she only look at and caress her but not help her solve
the problem was maddening. She longed for her but she was beginning to feel
distress and rising anger.  Her dream lover had to know how important to the
Queen these correspondence was.  How important it was to solve. Why was she not
helping Missandei?
No no maybe she does not have the cypher Missandei told herself.  Maybe she had
done all she could for her.  Then why not reveal herself to Missandei so she
could love Missandei’s body and she in return make love to her.  Missandei felt
a little foolish as she ate her meal.  She was sure this dream lover was real
but she could not help but have doubts.  It could be her overactive teenage
mind seeing what did not exist. 
The scribe finished her meal and had a second cup of Jin Jun Mei tea. 
Missandei relaxed letting the tension flow from her body.  Her queen was of
course right but it relieved for only a little while the building tension she
felt in not being able to solve the riddle of “The Crow Flies in Square
Circles.”  How big was the darn circle and therefore the size the square and
what was as important what was the focal point.  Where did she need to put the
point of the compass needle?  It was so frustrating.
She watched the stars come out and she looked up at the Milky Way as the people
in Westeros called the band of stars that filled the dark night clear sky.  She
thought of the name in her native tongue Claí Mór na Réaltaí "Great Fence of
the Stars".  The stars were so beautiful the way their dots of light stretched
from horizon to horizon.  The band of light riding from the high quadrant in
the sky to her left and dipping down to the Earth to her right.  The dark
streaks in the middle of light.  What did the dark signify?  Life, death or did
it have no meaning.   Missandei wondered what those points of light may be. 
Gods or celestial beings cavorting in some far off heaven? 
Missandei relaxed for another hour as the sky turned midnight black.  She
looked out across the grassy plains at the many tents and fires for heat.  Some
meals were prepared at those fires but the established camps did most of the
cooking of the main meals to make sure the troops received wholesome nutritious
meals to maintain their body’s strength and mass as the march to the North was
continued.  Dany was a strong believer that an Army traveled on its stomach and
feet.  She made sure that her troops were well fed and well shod. 
They still had a long way to go to reach their end goal of the Wall.
Missandei looked out into the darkness and pushed her tongue into the side of
her teeth and clicked several times.  Shadowclaw came bounding in from darkness
and rubbed against her calves and knees purring loudly looking up at her with
hopeful eyes.
Missandei reached down and scratched her Caracal behind the ears as she rubbed
her cheeks into her Mistress showing her pleasure and marking her master as
hers and only hers. The cat looked around making sure no others were moving in
on her territory.  The cat sat down and looked up at Missandei with expectant
eyes.  Missandei laughed as she always did.  She grabbed the small bowel filled
with choice cuts of pork chop and loin back.
The cat wolfed down the succulent cubes of pork greedily until the bowl was
empty and the cat licked its mouth and teeth and then brought up a paw to wet
with its raspy tongue.  Shadowclaw then rubbed and stroked her face cleaning it
of traces of meat and blood all the time purring in contented gluttony.  Seeing
her cat so happy always made the scribe’s heart beat in contentment. 
Shadowclaw was so loving and loyal.
Missandei scratched her companion’s ears and the scruff on her neck.  The
interpreter idly let her thoughts drift to how she could be rubbing another
pussy.  One she would make purr even louder.
She felt her face blush and was again thankful for her dark complexion that hid
her naughty thoughts.  She was getting flustered about her dream lover.  It was
time to go to her wagon and clean up the mess she had made of the sheets of
parchment that tormented her.
The thought of again toiling away in frustration did not appeal to the little
scribe.  Suddenly her previous thought came back to Missandei.  She did have a
kitty she could pet and make purr.  Plus, she hoped it would achieve something
else.  Maybe she could increase the ante as she had learned in poker. 
Missandei got up and said her goodnights to the assembled Lords and to her
Queen and in name only royal hostage.
Missandei made her way to her wagon and climbed up the steps and opened the
door to what she smirked was her own little fiefdom.  It paid to be the Queen’s
most trusted advisor and confident the little teenager from Naath thought.  Her
wagon was twenty feet long and five and half feet wide.  She opened the door to
her wagon and entered.  The stewards had lit the oil lamps on the hooks of the
arching ribs that provided the frame for the wooden slates that made the body
of the wagon.  The wood caulked and treated with resins to keep the rain out. 
  
Inside on the wall at the front of the wagon was a five foot wide bed that
spanned the width of the wagon.  It paid to be short sometimes Missandei
chuckled to herself.  She could sleep lengthwise on the bed.  Her four foot
eleven inch frame was small enough to comfortably sleep without having to twist
to compress her body.  Even her loose curls had enough room with not too much
compression of her hair. 
On the left wall was a desk that was three feet wide.  It was here that she
worked.  She had dresser drawers built into the bed underneath her mattress. 
The wagon wide enough to let her pass the constructions with a small walk way
between them and the other outside wall.
There was two four legged braziers that rose up to four feet of height that had
a large iron bowl in the circular support rings.  These iron bowls had been
filled with long burning coal to give the room warmth.  The four oil lamps on
hooks on the arc supports had the wicks half out and a soft warm glow filled
the room. 
The Dothraki had made a small bed for her Caracal that she petted it for
Shadowclaw to get in.  Her cat turned her nose up at it and jumped up onto her
bed and watched her defiantly.  Each night Missandei tried to get her caracal
to sleep on the pallet but she refused.  Missandei had spoiled her rotten.  Her
cat would normally settle into the inside corner of her master’s bed in a tight
ball to go to sleep.  Now she sat on the end of the bed and cleaned herself
with her rasping tongue. 
The stewards had picked up the fourteen sheets of parchment and placed them on
the desk.  She had enough of those darned sheets for the day and now night. 
She quickly undid the hooks and clamps to her dress and let it drop to the
floor.  Her personal female stewards would bring her dress freshly pressed in
the morning when they would knock on her door politely a half hour after dawn. 
Missandei would eye them as their charms spilled out low cut bodices and tight
asses jutted out showing off those charms.  She would smile and thank them as
they hemmed and hawed asking if she needed any help.  She could ask them to do
anything. Anything at alland they would be happy to help her.  She would send
them off politely if frustrated.  She had to be strong for her mysterious green
eyed lover.
She wondered why sometimes but she knew somehow that this love was something
precious.  Missandei would then dress and join the Queen and Arya for a light
breakfast. 
She picked up her dress off the floor and folded it neatly over the back of her
chair before the desk.  The young scribe shivered in want and need.  Shadowclaw
knew that look and quickly jumped off the bed and onto the small pallet bed
prepared by the Dothraki until the rising storm had passed.  She eyed her
master dubiously.  The caracal was ready to go to sleep!
Missandei stretched out on the bed and her fingers began to work their special
magic on her body.  Soon she was panting and moaning as her body filmed with
sweat and her fingers worked her swollen muff and rubbed and rolled her labia
lips and jacked into and over her clit.  Her fingers soaked in the flowing
effluent out her excited throbbing quim.  A hand moved up with wet cum slicked
fingers to roll and roughly massage her breast and fingers moving up to pinch
and jerk on engorged rubbery teats.
Soon the little interpreter was screaming as her body flipped and jackknifed
hard.  Missandei’s hips jacked up high and hard off the mattress again and
again.  Her hips throwing her gushing cunt up into the air as the fingers of
her left hand blurred over her shrieking clit.  Her jerking fingers over her
clit and labia lips had cum droplets arching up and the droplets splattering
all over her belly, cunt and inner thighs as they clenched and spasmed.  She
worked her pussy wringing every ounce of pleasure she could from her twat. 
Again and again Missandei worked her swollen cunt jerking herself off to womb
rending orgasms that had her screaming and flipping wildly.  Her pussy sounded
so sodden and slurpy wet as she jilled off four more times.  Her voice was
hoarse rough from all her screams of shocking almost excoriating ecstasy. 
The last orgasm totally destroyed her little brown body.  It went multiple as
one hand with forked fingers squeezed in on her clitoral hood and squirted her
shiny nubbin up out its sheath so her left hand cum soaked fingers could buzz
her exploding clit.  Her body had convulsed so hard her eyes rolled back into
her skull and short jerked violently.  She imaged her lover sucking her off
with wild abandon and pure love.  Her heels and elbows hammered the bed out of
control as her screams echoed in her small oasis. The storm of her orgasms
slowly left leaving her entire body soaked in cum and sweat.  Missandei lay
sprawled out on her bed her pussy purring and sore with that sweet worn out
feeling of being well fucked. 
She took a deep breath and moaned hard.  Her musk was so thick and overpowering
in her room.  She had left a special present for her dream lover.  She pulled
up the sheet and the furs over her drenched in sweat and cum body.  Missandei
wiggled into her cocoon of furs getting comfortable.  She hoped her intuition
was correct.  She was quickly falling asleep.  She had a smile on her face. 
The attendants knew that Missandei liked a warm room and the braziers had been
filled with coke so as to burn hot and long making her room warm and toasty to
the Naathi.  She left the furs she had pulled up her body to just below her
breasts.  Her full bosom still rolling drops of sweat down their slopes of her
fully exposed tits.  She wanted her breast all sweaty and on full display.
She felt Shadowclaw jump up on the foot bed and knead it as she circled around
preparing her nest.  Soon the cat was curled up on the bed sleeping.  Missandei
quickly following her cat into the arms of the sleep goddess, Lusraw, with a
soft smile on her face.
She was so spent and her body was thrumming with that feeling that only came to
a woman when her cunt was simply worn out and oh so happy.  Comfortable and
spent Missandei quickly fell asleep.  She was dreaming of burying her face in
her faceless woman’s pussy happily munching away.  Her books told her all she
needed to know on how to give pleasure.  Her body was a virgin but her mind was
prepared to give and take pleasure.
Missandei knew she had only been asleep for a few short minutes.  Then her
dream lover was there.  Somehow the small scribe could feel her presence even
though she was asleep.  She felt her woman kneel beside the bed and spend a
long moment looking at her. She could feel her lover breathing deep and
moaning.  She smelled her musk and was being turned on!  She smirked in her
sleep.  Yesssss! 
Then small delicate fingers reached out and caressed her face with a feathery
touch and run through her hair as she heard her woman’s breathing getting
ragged.  Then the fingers were caressing her face sensually and tracing down
her chest and nearing her breast as her lover began to moan louder. 
Yesssssss!  Her plan was working.  Her scent had shocked and overwhelmed her
lover and her sweaty body was enrapturing her woman.  She was going to finally
see and make love to her woman!  She was so excited to finally see her. 
Missandei shook her mind and started to wake.
She suddenly felt her woman back away.  Wha … NO! The scribe’s mind shrieked
feeling her sweet love pull back. Missandei then felt her woman’s finger touch
her forehead and she fell into deep slumber.
She awoke several hours later her internal clock told her.  She nearly cried
out in frustration.  Her lover had fled!  Missandei cried out and sat up to
wail her frustration.  She stopped.  Shadowclaw woke up too and meowed her
displeasure at being woken up suddenly.  Something brushed against Missandei’s
face as she woke up from her deep slumber.  Missandei opened her eyes.  The
room was lit with a medium light from the braziers still burning brightly along
with the oil lamps.  The room was very warm.
She realized that her lover had left the room warm for her.  The furs dropped
down her body covered in dried sweat and cum.  She loved feeling slutty but she
forget all about that when she finally understood what she was seeing.  In the
room the pages of the manuscripts were floating in the air.  The pages floating
and wafting around slowly.  They looked like snowflakes drifting on unseen air
currents.  Her draft compass was whirling around in a circle with the compass
needle in one place but the device itself was pivoting at all angles.
The compass first circling low and then high.  She had folded the compass
closed but it had been separated.  Her eyes widen.  Her dream lover had
separated it.  A hot rush ran through her.  Missandei’s body filled with bright
sudden hope.  Then she saw it.  It was page seven.  The other pages were softly
floating and bobbing in the air.  This page was not doing that.  The other
pages fluttered slightly as they floated.  Page seven was rotating on two
corner in a quick spinning motion.  The two edges that were the axis pivots
were softly glowing green.  This page was rigid as it spun around and around at
a quick pace.
Oh sweet gods.  The message was clear.  The compass had been set to the proper
distance apart.  That was the size of the necessary circle.  She could now make
the square at the proper size.  She now knew the sheet that had the cipher key
in it.  She got up from her bed and naked walked over to the spinning sheet. 
She looked at it reverently.  Her lover had come to her rescue.  She gave a
silent thank you to her nameless lover.  She loved her—Missandei.  She just
knew it.
The page gradually slowed its spinning.  She reached up with a shaky hand and
touched the page as it spun.  It suddenly stopped and it fluttered to the desk
right side up.  She saw a green glow on the page slightly off to the left of
center.  She looked down and saw the words Twin Towers glowing green.  They
suddenly flared and the green glow was gone.
Missandei immediately missed that bright green glow.  The scribe from Naath
bent down to look at the manuscript page.  She wondered what was so special
about this “Twin Towers”.  These words were liberally spread throughout the
document.  She looked again at the document.  She saw the smallest of ink blots
between the two words exactly in the center of Twin Towers.  Her breathing
accelerated.  She put the point of the compass needle on the center of the
blot.  She spun her compass.
Missandei squealed in wild happiness.  She had a regular lead pencil in the
device.  The line that was drawn was bright green not black.
“Yes yes yes yes!” Missandei shouted.
She got her square and pieces of string.  Soon she had her square drawn out and
she looked carefully at the letters and looked at the cryptic sentence working
the possible number combinations.
Missandei worked feverishly.  The sun was beginning to lighten the Eastern sky
when she had finished breaking the code and deciphered the message hidden
within the document.
“Oh. My. Gods!”  Missandei almost ran out of her wagon nude.  She quickly
picked up her wrinkled dress off the back of the chair and put it on enough to
cover her charms and ran out the wagon with the manuscript in her hand.
“Dany!”
 
Daenerys
The Queen was standing beside Drogon and rubbing his special spot on his lower
left jaw. The mighty black dragon rumbled and pushed into the fingers that
rubbed back and forth giving him tingly pleasure. The dragon pressing into the
fingers to get them rubbing harder as the Queen absent mindedly rubbed his
“itch” spot.
Daenerys was looking out into the practice field that had been setup.  They
were at the next “waypoint” that gave the men and horses time to recuperate
from the long march north.  They had passed over the Green Fork on the Jaehaery
Bridge erected in the time of King Viserys I.  They were on the King’s Road one
week up now past the border of the Riverlands as they moved deeper into the
lands of House Tully.
She was waiting for Barristan’s return atop Viserion from his trip back to
King’s Landing to converse with Tyrion, Varys and Olenna.  She could feel that
her son was still fifteen minutes out.
Daenerys remembered her first sparring sessions with Renly and Stannis.  She
had fought them earlier and had held her own.  Both men were accomplished
fighters and had their brother’s size though neither were quite as tall or
broad of shoulder.  She knew that singly she could defeat either of them but
together they should prove a true challenge that had Daenerys unsure of the
outcome.  They all wore chainmail to allow for full contact sword play.
 Daenerys had used her speed and quickness to her advantage.  She would feint
and pivot to their sides and attack and she constantly used one or the other of
the brothers as a shield from the other.
They had her constantly on the defense but she held her own and still landed
hard blows on their legs and arms while they landed none.  Daenerys still
chuckled now that she had a chance to calm down how Stannis kept saying it was
unknightly for him and his brother to fight a woman.  Especially, with two men
against a ‘damsel’.  That last had steamed her royally.  The man tried to not
be a bigot but sometimes he simply could not stop himself.  It did not matter
that the Queen was the one doing the kicking of ass!
It had been Renly that good naturedly cajoled his older brother to partake in
the training.
“Come on brother—consider it a royal edict.  Who knows you might actually show
me something.  I doubt it but you might.  Or is Oberyn right about your martial
prowess?”
Stannis had been a wild man at first as he attacked savagely.  Daenerys knew
his manly honor had been pricked by his brother.  The Queen’s quick defense and
quick counterattack had tempered his mad rushes.  Feeling her sword slash over
his legs and arms repeatedly started to temper Stannis’s thoughts of it being
unseemly to attack a woman.  Especially when Daenerys would verbally jab him
“Did liddle ole me just hit you big ole buff man … hummmmmm?”
“Oh man brother.  Our Queen is dissing your ass man!”
Stannis’s teeth grounding had been sweet music to Daenerys ears.
Now Daenerys was watching her Arya fight the same brothers.  She noticed that
Stannis had no problem fighting her woman.  Having one woman get the better of
him on the practice had started to enlighten the ‘grinder of teeth’ as Dany
many times thought of the elder brother.  She watched Arya deflect another blow
from Stannis and land a sever wounding slice on his ribs if for real.  Daenerys
had decided to stop pretending that was not her endgame stratagem.  Watching
the wolf girl’s prowess made Dany hot.  Seeing Arya show the martial prowess
she had always dreamed of in her Queen had Dany in a near swoon.  She wanted
Arya and would do all in her power to woe her into loving her.
After the war was fought and won.
Around Daenerys, Stannis walked as if he had a rod up his ass like his brother
was always saying and he ground his teeth constantly.  She was sure a lot of
the problem was the succession question. She knew Renly thought he would make a
great king but he easily acquiesced that she had taken the throne and moved on.
She sensed that Stannis in his honor would accept it and never rise in sedition
but it did not mean he would not be constipated over the whole situation. 
The man was also practical.  She had arrived with a whole army and navy already
at her back and disposal.  She had then united Westeros behind her rule.  He
was simply outclassed.  The Crownlands and Riverlands were predisposed to give
their loyalty anyways to House Targaryen by tradition and history. 
Stannis could never rouse the force to make a legitimate claim and the man’s
sense of honor would never allow him to even contemplate a nefarious manner of
taking the Iron Throne.  It was simply beyond the man.  That was a very high
mark for the man.  He was honorable like Eddard Stark he just did not have the
‘common’ touch.  Nor was he imaginative enough to ever play the Game of
Thrones.
But with Arya, Stannis was subtly different.  They were fighting in the same
two vs. one dance. Where she had been at best neutral fighting them often on
the defense Arya was mostly on the attack.  She had completely mastered the use
of two swords when she could.  With the truly supreme gifted broadsword master
like Barristan and Brienne she reverted back to one hand.  She would catch the
sword with her needle and then blunt the thrust and slow and then bring her
other sword down and jam the blade unsettling the attacker.  She would then
ride both blades up the other blade.
One was trained to handle one blade but not two!  That split second of which
blade to deflect had led to their defeat several times now.  Arya would lure
attackers in as they focused on attacking her broadsword and Arya who had
become adept at thrusting her bastard Rapier into joint points of the armor or
the nasty habit of jamming her needle into the top of your foot and if real
piercing it and nailing it to the ground.  Daenerys and Syrio had both more
than once hopped around on one foot cursing Arya with colorful language that
made the innocent in such language blush.
Now Arya used another little tactic or “dirty trick” she had developed.  She
sidestepped a thrust by Stannis (she had just tripped up Renly and he had
stumbled and was recovering his balance) and used Needle to keep Stannis’s
blade out from his body. As she passed by him she landed her shoulder into his
back and ribs and shoved hard.  He stumbled forward which allowed Arya to get
separation between their bodies.  Arya now threw Needle forward with a twist of
her wrist.  The point slammed between Stannis’s shoulders.  The throw had been
very restrained but with full force the point of the blade would have
penetrated his chainmail and sunk deep into his body.
Stannis stood their sputtering.
“She got you Bro’” his brother gleefully shouted out.
“That’s cheating!  Who said she could even use two swords at the same time! 
That … that … that is unfair!”
“Ppphhlllaaattttt!” was Arya’s response.  “I’m the winner!”  Daenerys watched
Arya start to do a jerky jig in celebration.  Dany arched her eyebrow again at
the sight.  Arya was getting a little cocky with her increasing skills.  It
made her cute.  She was not obnoxious with it but she definitely celebrated her
victories.  The Queen knew she could say nothing with her pouting when she lost
and preening when she won.
What the Valyrian found disconcerting was how Arya could be sheer poetry on the
practice field and she knew it would translate on the battlefield, but how that
did not seem to translate to the dance floor.  What the Queen found horrifying
was how terribly Arya danced.  It was stiff and uncoordinated.  She was cute
jutting out her ass but that did not excuse her horrible rhythm.
Stannis glared at the horrible dance his mouth hanging open in shock.  Daenerys
knew the man was thinking how in the hell could this no dancing fool just
defeat him on the practice field.  Stannis then came stomping over to
Daenerys.  “Did you see that?!  Did you see what you royal hostage just did? 
That was totally un honorable!”
From the practice field “Stop you whining Uncle Stannis!  I won you lost … Yes
yes yes!—whooaaaa!” Arya was crowing and jerking her swords up into the air
when Renly came roaring in attacking her and Arya had to get back in her combat
stance.
“Stannis stop your bleating and get back out here brother!  We’ve got a damsel
to cut down to size!” Renly shouted.
Stannis grimaced and ground his teeth “I hold you responsible for this ignominy
Daenerys Targaryen!” he shouted and ran back to the battle “Have at you!” he
roared as Arya sidestepped his mad bull rush laughing gaily.  Daenerys saw that
Stannis was moving lighter.  The old coot was enjoying it but would never admit
it.  To their credit they were adjusting to Arya’s skills and speed and were
receiving less hits on their limbs and now only occasional strikes to torsos or
helms.
Viserion and Barristan were only five minutes out now.  They would be visible
soon as they were flying fairly close to the ground so they were not visible
yet.
The Queen contemplated the movement of her troops north.  Her camps now were
reaching up further into the North.  In the near future she would have to
decide if she would press on with the creations of her camps forward of the
main march of her forces.  Her vanguard were now approaching Moat Cailin.  Her
forces were still totally left alone.  They were definitely being observed from
afar but the forces always retreated further north as her forces pressed on. 
Her beachheads were now filling up with the Houses of the South that were
moving forward to the King’s Road or massing the in the gifts.  She needed to
make a decision soon on how to fully deploy her forces.  All but Oberyn were
convinced that they were heading to Winterfell to fight Eddard or lay siege if
necessary to put the usurper in his place.  She could afford to continue her
march north as it was for a while longer.  She did not want to go too far and
antagonize the populace but she had to plan for the contingency that she had
misread the man. She knew she hadn’t but as a prudent commander she must not
over reach before she had met the man or been given a portent that would unite
all in common cause.
Also, Dany knew that the neck would be a natural place to attack if they wanted
to fight in a place that was constricted.  Her dragons would be able to attack
the forces in the open so she doubted that would be a place of battle but it
was still a possibility if Eddard Stark did indeed have treachery in his heart.
The other thing that weighed heavily on the Queen’s mind was the information
that Eddard and Edmure had two vipers close to their bosom.  She had been
shocked at the news of treachery.  It seemed that even the most honorable of
men could still have a snake amongst them.  The House of Bolton in the North
and the House of Frey in the Riverlands planned on turning on Eddard and
falling on his ranks from the rear when the battle at the Wall began.  It was
left unsaid as to whom these two traitorous houses were aligning with.  She
knew who they would have aligned with.  It would have made her life so much
easier to have to not worry on this.
She still had no proof the traitorous houses were aligning with the Ice King
beyond what Missandei had deciphered.  She had been sure that she had already
killed that vile loathsome being.  It had taken her some time to accept that
she not finished off the Ice King.  She still found it hard to believe he and
its vile spawn on his back could have survived the savagery of her and her
dragons attack.  The Queen also found it hard to believe that anyone would
align their fortunes to that loathsome thing.  She had seen and she believed in
what she and Eddard must fight.
Daenerys knew that the Lords of the South would explain away the threat.  She
knew what they would say to her.  She was imagining things.  She had only
fought some supreme fighter of the Free Folk.  They had not been there to see
this man whose body was like a pale glacier and the vile loathsome thing on his
neck.  She could understand their thoughts.  She would not really have believed
in the Ice King if she had not fought him before the Tree of Life.  If she had
not fought his vile Ice children that she, Barristan and her dragons had killed
by the score.
Daenerys had never considered until Missandei had run to her with her normally
immaculate self all disheveled that she would have to deal with treachery in
her own forces.  What her scribe had to tell her Queen had her body immediately
shaking with ire.  She had been enraged and burned with anger at what her
intrepid scribe had deciphered.  She wanted to take these men and garrote
them.  She had never researched to heavily the Houses of the North since her
focus had been on subduing the Houses of the South which were much more a
direct threat when she had first come to Westeros.  She had seen the House
standard of House Bolton and Barristan had not had anything good to say of the
man which he normally did.  Barristan told his Queen of the rumors.  She had
disliked Roose Bolton even then and could not put a finger on it.  Now she knew
why.  He was a traitor!  He and House Frey would wait for the battle to start
and then fall on Eddard’s forces from the rear. 
Daenerys had gone deathly quiet hearing what Missandei had deciphered.  She
would flay his skin off his body herself!  It would be a fitting punishment. 
To make the man suffer the same torture he seemed so willing to give.  If he
survived the battlefield that would be his fate.  She would again tap the woman
who had devastated the slave trade.  She controlled that darker aspect of
herself now but she would let it slip enough to dispense this justice that was
so richly deserved.
Daenerys called her small military Clatch as she thought of it to her in her
command tent.  In her tent she had sat with Barristan, Syrio, Oberyn, Missandei
and Arya her love.  Daenerys liked the sound of that. She liked the sound of
wife even better. She got into her meeting.  Unfortunately, it could not
provide much insight to the two traitorous Houses.  She needed more insight.
Syrio and Missandei were naturally out of the equation for intelligence on the
two Houses.  Barristan had been a knight in the South and on the King’s Guard. 
The matters of politics and House dynamics in the North had not interested
him.  He had already told the Queen what little he knew of Roose Bolton. 
Barristan could only add that Walder Frey who called himself the Lord of the
Crossing was a man obsessed with moving his Houses’ station up.  Barristan
related that Walder Frey was always trying to marry his children, mainly women,
off to higher ranked houses to put his lineage in line closer to the Major
Houses in Westeros.  It was almost an obsession for the old man.
Barristan paused and then with great charity said the man was a “shriveled up
old prune”.  Daenerys had chuckled inside at that.  For Barristan this was the
equivalent of Barristan throwing a cursing fit.  Barristan related that Walder
Frey was vile and queer in his perceived slights to a House that was not worth
much in Barristan’s estimation.  Only their castle being located in such a
strategic location gave the family any importance.  Barristan was still shocked
that the man could even conceive of such an act.  Barristan did not think
Walder had the “intestinal fortitude for it.”
“I think you mean balls.  He’s a jackoff.  The man can barely even spurt
anymore.  What would you call that anyways Barristan?” Oberyn chirped.
“Yes.  Well.  Though this seems to be ahhhh ,.. uummmm … some what crude … I
mean … uuhhh”
“Spunk, jizm, seed, splogy, sperm, cock cream, jerk sauce” Oberyn supplied more
possible words trying to be helpful to the knight.
Daenerys looked at her old precious friend.  Barristan had gone beet red.  Her
longtime friend was a prude.  She then looked around the table and saw that
Arya was also turning red in the face also.  Daenerys sighed.  She had wanted
to see just how long Oberyn could keep going.
“Ejaculate, snail snot, onions, shaft of iron, pecker spit, …”
“Okay Oberyn.  I think we get the message. 
“But I got so many more!”  Oberyn whined.  “I am only trying to help” he
smirked.
Daenerys cocked an elegant white eyebrow at the man.  Oberyn gave a dramatic
sigh as he acted aggrieved and smirked.
Oberyn now being serious said had nothing he could add.  In Dorne he knew
nothing of House Frey and only that Roose Bolton and his bastard son were
literally, well, bastards.
The Queen looked to her ‘royal hostage’.  She was of the North.  Arya could
only add that the Roose Bolton creeped her out with his pale body and raspy
body.  She had never really met him avoiding matters of state that her father
attended to.  Arya did know the man used leeches to do bloodletting to fight
disease and illness though he was so drained looking she wondered if the cure
was worse than the malady.  She told Daenerys that she sensed her father
disliked the man intensely.  Arya had heard her father say that Roose was a
good leader for the interests of his House.  His father would avoid war if he
could and Roose never gave her father the justifiable reason to attack.
Daenerys thought those interests had diverged away from the Warden of the
North’s interest indeed.  Daenerys was willing to crush evil for its own sake. 
She had learned how evil could hide in plain sight seeming to be just and
fair.  When in reality they merely waited for the moment to strike.  Most
preferably from behind.  Daenerys would rather strike first and annihilate that
evil.  She had not waited for the Slave cities to attack her from behind.  She
had met them head on and shattered them.  She would do the same to Roose Bolton
if she needed.
Dany introspective thoughts were interrupted by Arya.  “You will tell my father
won’t you Dany?”
Daenerys was slightly offended that Arya could even conceive of the question
but calmed herself.  Arya was not a player in the Game of Thrones and in many
ways an innocent.  “I will most definitely tell your father immediately upon
our meeting.  I hate sedition and together we will crush these loathsome
houses.”
“Now we’re talking!” Oberyn slammed his fist on the table.  “Please let it be
my spear that guts and spits these craven dogs!”
“We shall see Oberyn.  It may be my sword (the man pouted) or Eddard’s that
dispenses justice. We shall see.”
“Aaahhhhh Dany!” Oberyn whined.
The Queen considered what to do.  The persons with her did not know much of
these houses.  This did not surprise the Queen.  Syrio and Barristan were
military men.  Not spies.  Syrio had some of those of duties back in Braavos
but that was a different life.  Here in Westeros he had different duties.  The
Queen had others to do those duties.  Unfortunately, under normal circumstances
they did not have much infrastructure in those houses.  By infrastructure the
Queen meant spies.
The reports that the Queen had read on the houses had not been illuminating. 
She had not been looking for sedition so had not worried over the paucity of
information.  They were not main players and thus little was known on those
houses or other lesser houses.  They did not tend to play the Game of Thrones
and thus were not given much thought by the Iron Throne.
Looking back the reports were less than satisfying.  Varys and Olenna’s spies
had not been particularly active in those houses focusing more on House Stark,
Tully and the Vale with the current situation.  Also, House Frey was considered
to be an inconsequential House.  Walder Frey was held in high contempt and
little import by all the spy services in Westeros.  He was vain and a little
man was the description all the intelligence came too.  Not only figuratively
but literally.  “He really is a prune” Barristan reported earnestly looking
over the information they did have on the man.  The new insights minimal.  
The spy services had not heard anything of sedition but without the focus of
the spies on those houses then it was conceivable that such a conspiracy could
be planned and not reach them.  The problem now was that it would take weeks to
contact their potential moths, spiders and sparrows.  The spies would first
have to insinuate themselves into the halls and meetings room.  That took time
to do so unnoticed or to build up accomplishes through payments of money,
influence or the old standby:  sex.  Only then could they begin to start to
gather data and make correlations.  Then the data would have to be sent back to
King’s Landing and then up to the Queen.
All of this would take time that was not available. 
Also, most of the main conspirators were in the field with Eddard now.  Their
nefarious plans had already taken root and bloomed.  The Queen and her leaders
would be meeting with Eddard before the main battle and they would relay word
at that time.  Daenerys planned on meeting Eddard at Winterfell or sooner if
possible.  There would be time to relay word and plan for the curs.  They would
be led to reveal their true natures.  Then she would attack.  She would deal
with the old man Walder Frey after the battle.  They knew that Walder was
involved but he of course would be keeping himself quiet, safe and sound in the
Twin Towers.  The man was far too old to take to the field of battle.
That did not matter to the Queen.  Daenerys would not let Walder Frey escape
justice.
What Oleanna and Tyrion had been able to provide was background information on
the two heads of those Houses.  They could not tell of plans but of their vile
natures that showed them capable of such nefarious deeds.  They were vile and
scum.  The only thing that Walder could do well it seemed was marry poor
helpless women.  Daenerys shivered for the women.  She was gay but someone like
Eddard, Oberyn or even the Baratheon brothers were not hideous to behold.  Gods
what did those women think having to sleep with that vile loathsome slug?  Then
having to crap out that leech (oops wrong house) that worms offspring.  She
shook her head. 
How the hell was that fossil able to get that many women heavy with child? 
Over and over?  She had gotten a headache trying to follow the family tree of
that House.  The mere thought of Walder Frey forcing himself on those women
made Daenerys’ blood to boil.  She knew those women had no choice!  Walder Frey
made Robert Baratheon look like a saint.  At least those women had chosen
freely to sleep with the Baratheon.  House Frey was totally unremarkable.  They
had no renown on the battlefield or in court.  Roose may use leeches but Walder
Frey looked like a leech!
The Queen turned her thoughts to the other traitorous House.  House Bolton was
led by Roose Bolton who did indeed use leeches heavily.  Daenerys wondered how
well the leeches would do their medicinal work if she stuffed them up Bolton’s
ass and down his throat.  She learned of his keeping alive the tradition of
First Right and bedding virgin wives.  Yes indeed those leeches would be put in
deep into his orifices.  Could you stuff a leech down a penis?
Daenerys had assumed that the house sigil of the flayed man had been figurative
until Barristan had enlightened his Queen that the whispers said it was still
so.  She had originally thought that at most the standard was a representation
of a practice long since dispensed with.  She had shockingly been told that he
actively performed such deeds even now even though he denied it.  All knew he
was guilty no matter his prostrations.  Varys had sparrows that chirped that it
was so but it was always the proverbial “I heard it from a friend of a
friend”.  Never a direct I was there.  No one had proof but all knew. 
Dany thought this wise of the man.  He would do the act in front of his closest
and most trusted of confidents.  This kept the man safe from the Warden of the
North.  A man whose honor required that absolute proof be found before he waged
war on a house underneath his own banner.
Daenerys Targaryen did not require such proof.  The circumstantial proof was
damning.  In the courts of the Free Cities such proof led to convictions.  It
was so here in the court in the Queen’s mind.  He was guilty and he would be
brought down and his house with him if the cancer was too far spread.
The cancer seemed to have spread to his ‘bastard’ son.  The fruit had indeed
not fallen far from the tree it would seem.  Roose’s bastard son had his own
rumors of villainy.  It was strongly rumored he hunted down women that he
tortured and then killed. 
Eddard had investigated several times but he could find no evidence and no one
would testify against the son of Roose Bolton.  Daenerys admired Eddard Stark
immensely but sometimes he was to fair and just.  She knew he had intuition on
equal with hers having experienced it but he sought to give the ultimate fair
judgement. 
Daenerys would have long ago disposed the former and killed the later.  Justice
would be meted out soon.  Roose Bolton had had provided all the evidence she
needed.  For the Queen circumstantial evidence was enough.  She would swoop in
with her dragons and a mighty force and shock the man’s supporters into
silence.  Then the oppressed would come to her.  When she showed her justice to
their oppressors they would tell her the truth.  She had seen it time and again
as she crossed Essos.  When the foot of oppression was lifted from the neck of
the oppressed they soon felt the confidence to face their oppressors. 
With what she had planned on the battlefield it would not matter anyways.  The
Houses would be decimated.
In an hour the meeting was over.  She had delayed her mission to check once
more on her convoys moving North.
“You ready to go Arya?”
The young Stark looked at her with a bright sparkle in her eyes.  “Yesssss!” 
The girl instinctively knew what her Queen was asking.
One could only practice so much.
Thirty minutes later Arya and Nymeria were ready to leave.  The direwolf had
already jumped up on Drogon’s mighty back and was sprawled out asleep with her
tongue lulled out.  The wolf loved the heated bed of the dragon’s scales.  Her
dragon was looking back at the asleep wolf with his offended eyes.  The dragon
snorted and brought its neck back down.  Dany noted her dragons always acted
aggrieved by the antics of the Direwolves but they never complained or
prevented the wolves from annoying them. 
The High Lords were clustered around near her dragon.
“For gods sake man—do you ever shut up?!” Stannis was snarling at Oberyn.
“Why should I?  I’m always right!”  The Red Viper looked around most pleased
with himself.
“You are insufferable.”
“But oh so loveable.  Come visit me tonight and I will show you.  I guarantee
you I am a better fuck than your wife Selyse.”
“You are a fucking pig Oberyn.  A fucking pig!”
“I noticed you did not argue about my assessment of your wife’s prowess in bed
Stannis.”
The man went beet red.  He looked around and stammered a moment.  Then he
recovered.  “I repeat!  You are a fucking pig!”
“That’s right.  That I am.  But I keep my tusk in my britches.  Want to see?”
Stannis threw up his hands and stalked off muttering.
Daenerys saw Arya blushing again.  She pinched her nose sighing.  Did they ever
stop?  Deep down she found it amusing but she needed to toughen up Arya enough
to enjoy the wit and banter.  It was time to leave.
They bid their farewells to the High Lords and left the bickering men to their
pastime.
Drogon rose up on his feet and started to run and flap his mighty black wings. 
In four, five strides his massive body lifted off the ground and rose up into
the air his wings beating hard gaining speed.  Nymeria had partially awoken
with the jostling and woofed sleepily before putting her head back down on her
heated mattress and going back to sleep and drooling.
The dragon spiraled up and then headed back down over the King’s Highway at
three hundred feet.  They flew at a fast clip but slow enough to keep Drogon
fresh as his flight ate up the miles.  Dany looked down and showed Arya the
advancing columns moving up the King’s highway separated by three to four days
of travel.  This allowed the camps to prepare for the next wagon trains of
troops and or supplies.  The four trains they passed over heading deep into the
Stormlands had been three supply and one troop of heavy cavalry.  The supply
wains were filled with food, clothing and various wares to replenish the camps
and full of dragon glass tipped weapons.  The cavalry train had their armor on
the supply train ahead of it.  There was no need to tire man and house wearing
armor so far from the battlefield.
The wagons were being constructed at a furious in King’s Landing keeping the
wagon wrights and their suppliers very happy.  She would gift the wagons to the
poorer farming families and merchants when the war was over.  There would be a
surfeit of wagons and other material needed for this war.  It would be unneeded
after the war.  Gifting it to the poor would help them live their lives and
bind their loyalty all the tighter to their Queen.
The Queen asked her “royal hostage” if she could name the Houses by the
standards they saw below them as they flew south by west.  Arya leaned over
slightly to look at the formations below her moving up on the King’s Road. 
Dany was impressed when Arya easily identified the Houses Coat of Arms as they
passed over them.  Arya’s lessons were showing great fruit.  The girl learned
all she set her mind too.  Only the learning of Dothraki was still proving
difficult with her language skills in that tongue still broken. 
Arya studied the ground to her left.  She spotted the standards of House
Follard from the Crownlands.  The standard was a Gyronny of twelve red and
white; on a gold canton, a two-peaked fool's cap of red and white.  Arya told
her Queen the House’s words “None so Wise”.  Arya then spotted the banner of
House Rambton a noble house from the Crownlands sworn to House Sunglass. They
blazoned their arms with a white ram's head with golden horns on red.
The next standard they flew over was from the Stormlands.  It was of House
Herston.  Their blazoned their arms with a yellow rooster's head with red comb,
within a white escutcheon, on red.  “Always defiant” the words of their House. 
More standards they flew over and Arya knew them all.  The Queen was so
impressed and happy with Arya’s diligence on her studies.  Again Arya showed
she would make a worthy Queen.  An equal to help her Queen rule and guide the
continents of Westeros and western Essos.
Arya told Dany she loved anything military and had memorized them never knowing
if she might meet them in combat as she led an army of the North in great
battles.  Arya then paused cutely and turned red in the face.  “I mean that was
me fantasying about crushing the South—I mean laying waste to King’s Landing no
no I mean uh taking the throne—I I …”
Daeneyrs laughed hard “You are only digging your grave deeper” Dany laughing
again “I understand … all warriors dream of great conquest … relax Arya.  You
had to fight somebody to win your battles.  I totally understand.”
Daenerys did.  She had actually fought in wars while her sweet wolf had only
did murmur plays in her head about conquest and combat.  The Queen had a leer
come across her face about the conquests she planned launching on Arya’s
beautiful body.  She would take, devour and hold onto that precious body with
all her wiles and skills.  Gods Arya’s pussy was going to taste so good in her
mouth.  Daenerys could already hear her sweet wolf’s howls as her exploding
cunt was jammed hard into her Queen’s hot sucking mouth.  She would make Arya
lose it and hump wildly up into her devouring mouth in her orgasms.  Lots and
lots of orgasms.  Dany flew on with many such sweet thoughts.
Daenerys was very happy with how well her camps had performed for the wagon
trains traveling up the King’s Highway.  Every night her troops were well fed
with hot food and could stretch out in the tent cities setup.  This saved the
time from not having to breakout the gear each night or strike the camp in the
morning.  Her stewards at each camp did that.  She was paying the local
populace and hired the poor and unskilled from the major cities of the South to
man the camps and supplement the material quartermasters.  The people were
getting paid and learning skills they could take back to holdfasts or use to
maybe procure employment or better employment.  It was a win-win situation for
all.
At Hayford Castle the Queen had Drogon turned due east and soon they were out
over the sea and heading out to the shipping lanes that had been established
off the east coast of Westeros to move troops North.  Soon they were flying
over a small convoy of ships laden with Dragon Glass bound for Seal Bay in the
North.  Two mighty swan ships were escorting the convoy. The tall ships
resplendent with red and blue sails on the yardarms and bellowing in the wind.
The Queen had constant patrols running up and down the eastern coast of
Westeros.  The patrols designed to keep pirates away.  She knew that many
pirates were hidden in the Stepstones.  More were hidden in coves along the
desolate coves of Essos.  Her patrols of mighty Swan ships and small flotillas
of Yi Ti ships kept them in port or sailing off to the East.
She had a large blockade of Dorne ships at the foot of Dorne.  This would block
any incursions by the Iron born or if Tywin should lose his mind which he would
not.  The Tyrells were sailing in force up and down the west coast of Westeros
teaching the Greatjoys caution.
Dany and Arya on Drogon flew out of Blackwater Bay and then past Dragonstone
where she had three shifts furiously producing dragon glass tips for weapons
and sailing them north when enough to fill three or four ships with padded
crates to protect the precious weapons.  With her conquered Free City navies
and her alliances with the Summer Island People and the forces Yi Ti she had
the naval might to fully protect and still blockade the North and especially
the land above the Wall to choke off any supplies moving into the realm of the
Ice King.
She had long ago choked off any smuggling into the North.  She had learned that
male children younger than five seemed to be the large part of the cargo.  She
knew deep in her heart what those children’s fates were.  She had thrown huge
resources in ships and marines in blocking off that trade.  No ships had made
it in over a year.
Daenerys flew Drogon further out into the Narrow Sea and angled north.  Fifteen
minutes later she saw the ninety ship convoy that had sailed around the foot of
Dorne from Oldtown.  It was filled with conscripts and military battalions from
the reach.  Troop ships and their own supply cogs ploughing forward in the four
sea state.  The eight foot waves had the heavily laden ships bows lifting and
falling as they sliced thought the rolling swales. 
Around the ships were war ships from the shipyards of the King’s Landing and
the Reach with their sails blue and white and adorned with her pennant atop the
tallest masts.  Deanery smiled seeing that.  The three headed dragon of House
Targaryen.  The dragons looked so fearsome fluttering in the strong breeze the
fast sailing ships made. 
This was her own fleet.  Her Master of Ships Hugh Elicero from High Garden had
done well.  He had built her sixty-five Triremes that were so resplendent with
all their sails bellowing and their oars pulled in and locked in their wells. 
The oarsmen would be used in dead sea states or in combat for maximum speed. 
She had wanted Arya to see this. 
Dany pointed out to sea.  Arya gasped.  A mighty convoy of over four hundred
troop and merchant ships were sailing in from Pentos, Myr and Tyrosh.  Their
multicolored sails with many different geometric shapes making the ships
dazzling to see in the bright sunlight.   The ships carried over twenty
thousand troops and their gear that would hold  the North most beachheads while
the mercenary companies moved further inland to provide flanking protection for
the forces of Westeros that would be moving to Castle Black. 
Further to the east thirty sleek ships were sailing fast on the wind.  Between
the two columns were massive ships that raveled the swan ships in size if not
elegance.  These ten ships were massive merchant galleons filled with thousands
of tons of rice, soybeans and various teas to feed the troops of her army.  The
ships rode low with their heavy load of supplies.
So many merchant ships with full wells and moving slow would normally be a
tempting target.  The Queen now had many such fleets sailing in all
directions.  A temptation she worked to suppress with her vast armadas of
combat ships she had at her disposal.
Arya and Dany marveled at the ships from the Far East.  These ships were of
different designs that most Westeros and those from Essos saw in the lands of
the Free Cities.  These ships were more slender and had only two masts but were
impossibly fast. Their prows and battering rams that partially rose out of the
water in the rolling waves carved to look like dragons.  The sails were single
color but each forward sail was adorned with a dragon.  Some winged, others
with only legs and some with no legs or wings.  The dragons had various poses
of posed violence.  This was the newest war fleet that had arrived from Yi-Ti
to augment the convoy escort protection. 
Dany told Arya over the sound of the air on Drogon’s back that she was most
pleased with the loyalty of the Yi Ti.  As far as she knew no one from Westeros
had ever tried to make alliance with the warlike people.  They had respected
Dany’s military prowess and her research into their customs, art and general
culture.  She had even learned to speak their tonal language fairly well.  Now
she had nearly mastered it.  This had the Emperors fawning to make alliances
with her.
The trade would make both sides much richer with the new economy being
established with the destruction of the old slave trade and the beginnings of a
free trade associations being created.  When the creation of new wealth was
offered the young Queen found most were ready to listen.  Greed greased the
grids she had read and it was true.
As Daenerys circled over the converging fleets the Queen and her ‘royal
hostage’ looked out over the sea at the coming together of so many ships from
so many cultures.  The various fleets each brought ascetics that made for a
riot of basic ship types, sleek lines, color of sails and color of figureheads
that made for riot of conflicting styles that made for a canvas that was
beautiful to behold on the sparkling waters of the narrow sea on froth topped
waves spraying foam and spangled colors into the air. 
Drogon wheeled around the sky in a lazy eights pattern flying five hundred feet
over the tossing waves of the sea.  The strong sunlight glinting off his black
scales like a malformed obsidian obelisk formed in the heart of an erupting
volcano.  His red highlight steaks adding to the effect.  His occasional mighty
roars reminding the gods that legends once more soared the air current. 
The two women watched from on high as the various navies formed up into long
rows of cargo ships that were side by side in rows of ten and up to four lines
abreast.  Then there was separation of maybe a thousand yards and another set
of rows of ten were formed up.  This was the convoy that the various military
ships were to protect from attack.
The military ships wielded around to form up on all four sides of the convoy. 
The convoy flanked on all sides by various warships to provide protection.  The
mighty Swan ships of the Summer Islanders ranged ahead and far out to the
flanks barely visible on the horizon.  Their almost impossibly tall masts
barely visible on the horizons. 
Daenerys knew there were more ships over the horizon sweeping the seas clear of
any blocking force.  It not swept clear they would engage till the rest of the
armada arrived to dispatch the enemy.
Ships from Essos and her freshly built ships from the Arbor and the shipyards
of King’s Landing patrolled in a loose ring around the convoy.  The ships from
Yi Ti moved actively among the ranks of the convoy and moving about out from
the flanks. 
Daenerys knew that no force on the seas could fight against the forces she had
aligned on the seas.  Her forces would be going north and nothing would land in
upper Westeros without her express consent.
Daenerys loved all the gay colors and designs on the sails.  Missandei using
trigonometry and had all the ships arriving on this spot had amazed the young
Queen.  She knew the power of advanced mathematics but to see it in action was
awe inspiring.  The sailors using only the stars and sextants and Missandei’s
instructions using wind and current charts had timed this perfectly and the
ship captains’ skill in following the scribe’s directions filled her with awe
and wonder.
The ships were here because of her.  This filled the heart of the Targaryen
with pride.  It was her will and ability that was making all this possible. 
Suddenly war horns were being blown throughout this mighty convoy of over eight
hundred ships.  Up and down the merchant and war ships the sounds of all notes,
tenors and octaves of war horns were heard.  Drogon roared in return and
bellowed long tongues of flames as he circled the fleet. 
Nymeria was howling in counterpoint to the war horns her head tilting back with
her mighty howls.
It was all so romantic.  Daenerys wondered if she would make a good ship
captain.  She let her thoughts wonder.  She imagined herself back in Braavos
and learning of a slave underground and rushing to help.  How would she work
Arya in …. Hhmmm …. Yes!  She would be a faceless man she worked into her
service and they would sell two of her dragon eggs (sorry Viserion and Rhaegal)
and buy a ship.  She let her thoughts wonder as she dreamed of saving lives as
a princess in exile where she had never become a mighty warrior queen.  Of
course she would seduce and wed Arya and have her leave the order of Black and
White.
She hit upon a great idea.  They would make her ancient homeland of Valyria her
base!
She would call it Dany by the Docks!
She flew over the fleet for ten more minutes enjoying immensely the honor she
was being shown.  She played the make believe scenario in her mind’s eye.  It
had a nice quality to it.  She would have to play it out some other day.
She banked Drogon to the west and headed back to King’s Landing.  She sailed
down to the East of the Mountains of Arryn to keep her altitude low enough for
Arya to be comfortable in her leather pants and vest and fur coat she whore. 
Drogon’s warmth was enough to keep Arya warm enough at this attitude.
They came ashore over Wickenden and flew up over the banks of the Green River
till it ran into the King’s highway and the Queen flew back up the King’s
Highway.  Arya snoozed leaning into her back her arms loosely linked around
Daenerys waist.  Nymeria was sitting up on her haunches looking around her
tongue lulling. The wolf would tilt her head into the wind her tongue
fluttering back in the strong wind.  The wolf thoroughly enjoying her ride.
They arrived back at their camp three hours after sunset.
Missandei, Barristan, Oberyn and Syrio had waited for her to return before they
ate.  To her shock Stannis and Renly were waiting for her.  She saw Stannis
eyes light up when he saw Arya.  Maybe the man had some hope after all.  She
and Arya were truly touched by the gesture. 
They sat down at the table in her tent and ate their repast.  Daenerys had been
very satisfied by what she had witnessed.  Her forces were so in tune with her
wishes both on land and at sea. She and Eddard would conquer and kill this Ice
King.  They would be triumphant.  This also portended well for the future.  She
had much work to do that she had put on hold to handle the problem of the Ice
King.  Soon he would be dead and Daenerys Targaryen could focus again on making
a better world.
Thinking of meeting Eddard Stark sent a thrill though the young Queen.  She had
finally met her match in intelligence and cunning.  Much to her consternation
he had also proved adept at the Game of Thrones.  She could live with that. She
looked at Arya and how she was so well mannered, polite, and good natured.  She
had the common touch that made all who met her want to be her friend.  Both
royals and the low born wanted to be in her presence.  Arya had told her how
Eddard ate with the common folk in his hall and gladly shared stories and small
family concerns with of even the lowest cook.
She so liked this man she had never met.  She liked even better his daughter. 
She knew that Arya had been formed by this man.  She was everything she could
have dreamed of in a mate.  She was sooo beautiful.  She was that combination
of fire and passion but leavened with reserve and innocence she thought she
would never find.
She was in love with Arya and had decided that if Arya wanted her she would
take Arya as her lover and her wife.  She just had to get this damn war behind
her so she could woe the girl and make her fall in love with her.
She wondered again what she would have to do get Eddard Stark to let her take
his daughter’s hand in matrimony.  This man had no use for gold or power.  He
was honor personified.
Her dander up, Daenerys decided that if he resisted her wishes she would
challenge him to a duel on the tourney field.  I will best him and take his
daughter and make her my wife!
Daenerys then paused.  Even Barristan feared Eddard Stark’s sword.  I might
lose!  That was heinous!
Her brows crinkled in thought and consternation.  She would figure something
out.  She always did.
 
Eddard
Eddard and his horse slowly walked down the small county lane that took one to
Holdfast.  The small village was located in patchy woodlands surrounded by farm
fields.  He had journeyed there to meet with Edmure Tully and Jon Arryn one
last time before they moved up to the Wall to stay.  Most of their forces had
now traveled beyond Winterfell.
Edmure was still nervous with his leaving his lands so open to the Queen’s
forces.  Both Jon and Eddard understood his trepidation.  Jon’s lands were
protected by the massive mountain ranges that ranged from the borders of his
land from the King’s Highway all the way to the sea.  Only one main route gave
access to the Vale of Arryn the heartland of his realm.  That route could be
easily defended from the high peaks that closed in close at many points on that
route.  Ambushes to kill the enemy and possible landslides to block the very
route itself.
Tully and Arryn had left small token forces at their ancestral homelands to at
least given token resistance to any attack or siege on their seats of power. 
The Queen’s forces with the aid of her three dragons would easily sweep them
aside.  The Riverlands, therefore, had no defense where the very land itself
could help the Arryn to at least slow down the Queen.
Part of Eddard’s reasoning with his allies was no matter what they did with
their forces the Queen with her overwhelming force that she could bring to bear
with not only the forces of the Southern Houses but also the might of Essos and
her alliances with the Summer Islanders and the lands of Yi-Ti that they would
be defeated no matter what. 
Jon had been the most willing to follow Eddard’s lead from the start.  Of the
two of Eddard’s allies he needed little convincing that the Ice King had
returned.  The North did not forget and neither did the leaders of the Arryn. 
Their memory was only hazy and was able to be sharpened back into focus.  With
Edmure it took Eddard a little longer to convince him of the need for
mobilization of their forces and going to the Wall.
Edmure had argued that they should forget about the Queen and simply declare
their intent and take care of the task themselves.  They were sufficient. 
Eddard again saw the characteristic of rashness in the new leader of House
Tully.  Eddard supposed he had been once so rash.  He had rushed South with
Robert in his blind quest to pursue his sister.  Even then though Eddard knew
deep in his soul that Lyanna had gone with Rheagar willingly. 
So many good men and innocents were killed for such a stupid thing.
Eddard and Jon had slowly convinced Edmure that this enemy they were to face
was not human and implacable.  He was mighty and had a mighty ally.  They would
need the entire might of Westeros to defeat him decisively and kill him before
the long winter came.  All the Maesters predicted this Winter would be long,
frigid and deadly.  Many would die and more would die if a protracted war was
fought. The battle with the Ice King must be quick and decisive.  They must
entice him and the Queen to come to Castle Black and fight there.
Eddard could feel in his bones and the whispering of the Godswood that this was
the Ice King’s desire too.  He had been defeated by Azor Ahai there and the
siren call would be too great to resist.  The Ice King would feel the need deep
in his icy bones to defeat his enemy at the place of his first crushing
defeat.  Jon had become Azor Ahai reborn and he was sure the Ice King knew it
too.  The temptation to defeat his hated enemy in the same spot he had been
cast down would be too much to turn aside from for the Ice Wright 
Castle Black would be where the battle occurred.  Eddard knew this with
certainty.
Then Edmure had to be comforted with the length of time and the numbers of the
Queen’s forces he would have in his lands.  Eddard told the young man that this
was part of being a leader.  The willingness to take bold risks to achieve
great victory.  Edmure had told him that was all well and good but he was at
most risk.
Eddard then told the man he was convinced that the Queen had no desire to
attack and subdue her own kingdom.  He reminded Edmure of the Queen’s
restraint.  She had taken over Westeros without one battle.  She had not even
fired an arrow.  Edmure told his elders that was only because she had dragons
that made everyone remember Aegon and his use of the dread beasts on the battle
field.
Eddard still chuckled at Jon’s answer.  “So.”
Edmure had looked at the elder strangely.
“She has them.  Yes, indeed she has dragons.  Anything else we say or think is
conjecture.  But think on this Edmure.  Has she used her dragons against us? 
Has she used the vast armies and navies she amassed in Essos against us?  Many,
myself included I fear, would never have even given one thought to sending out
her letters and then simply not attacking for months.  In those months I would
have been convinced possible enemies were gathering against me.  If I had been
her I would thought all the forces of Westeros were gathering to attack me.”
“I hate to say this.  She is better than we.  I am sure all three of us would
have taken a much more violent tack in achieving our goals.”
Edmure had looked as shamed as Eddard had felt upon that realization.  He knew
he would have taken a much more violent path.  It simply never would have
crossed his mind to try such a peaceful tactic.  To say such heart felt words
to your foes.  Wasn’t that showing weakness?  He squirmed at his willingness
still to shed blood.  He saw at night in his dreams the death and carnage from
the battles he had fought in a generation ago. 
Edmure had reluctantly agreed then.  Now months later he had seen that Eddard
and Jon were correct.  The Queens forces completely bypassed the major cities,
holds and crofts and focused her forces on the King’s Road.  The people who did
at first meet her forces with extreme caution and trepidation quickly reported
that the troops were well disciplined and many times friendly.  Further contact
only confirmed this and now with familiarity the forces of the Queen and the
Riverlands mingled in peace and growing friendship.
The forces of the Queen always quick to hand out food stuffs, clothing and
basic goods for day to day life in the local villages.
Edmure and his elders knew how hard it was to enforce such temperament in their
forces.  Men together in stressful situation which was the basis of warfare
tended to let their more base instincts rise to the fore.  Not only were the
men of the Queen disciplined they gave away food and basic goods with a smile
on their faces.  True smiles that had won over the local populace.  The Queen
had wagons filled with goods that had been designated for the local populace. 
The Queen was literally bribing her way into the hearts of the people of the
Riverlands.
Edmure had to admit what his scouts were telling him had slowly changed his
thoughts on the woman.  The Queen had bypassed the River Road only putting six
mercenary companies at the Rolling Hills Gorge near Stone Hedge.  It was a
natural choke point.  The men had gone into the hills and built fortifications
that would allow them to close the road to traffic if the Queen so chose.  So
far she had not chosen too.  Regular commerce and local populace traffic was
allowed to freely move about on the River Road and other local roads.
In fact the local populace had started to interact with the mercenary companies
after their initial exposure to each other.  Now the local populace sold the
mercenaries fresh vegetable and meat stocks that the men and some women gladly
ate instead of beans and tack.  The companies were all well behaved.  Many fare
maids and young men were now freely plying the camps at night.  Nature would
take its course it would seem.
Edmure had asked his elder High House Lords why she processing this tact.  Jon
and Eddard had explained that the forces were a blocking force in case they
proved to be the treacherous party.  Eddard had given the Queen the perfect
excuse to come North with the message he had sent via his daughter when he
offered her as a Royal Hostage.  Eddard had told both men he believed in
Daenerys words she had written in her initial overtures to Westeros.  She was
the force for good that the land had been waiting for her since Aegon had
landed in Westeros. 
“She is what Aegon should have been.  She is what Rhaegar might have been.  She
is the emissary promised in A Song Of Ice And Fire” Eddard told his wife’s
brother.  “She will unite and lead Westeros and I now think Essos into a golden
era of peace.  How long it will last I do not know but I plan to take advantage
of it and hope to see my children and grandchildren live in a time where the
Houses and the City States in Essos do not fight silly, frivolous wars that
accomplish only death and destruction.  I grow tired of them.”
Edmure had looked at Eddard for a long time after that.  “I agree” was his calm
heart felt response.
So now Eddard meet with his equals one last time.  “I want you to bring your
forces up to the New Gift and make camp ten miles from the wall.  Jon you will
command the forces.”
“What?!  This is your plan and you are the Warden of North.”
“Jon.  I may be the Warden of the North but you are best military commander we
have in the North.  ALL the houses respect you.  In case we need to change our
plans I need your wily wiles in command.  I cannot come North at this time.”
Edmure looked concerned “It’s Cat isn’t it?”
Eddard sighed “Yes.  Her previous pregnancies were easy on her.  She carried
the babies to term never slacking her work or shirking any of her ‘duties’ as
she put it. She was on her feet up the day of her delivery.  Not so this time. 
She is weak and runs fevers and has bleed three times now.  Maester Lewen has
put her on strict bedrest.  I thank the old gods hat Sansa’s fiancé is there to
care for her.  Margaery is a gods sent.  I fear what would have happened had
not Margaery Tyrell been in Winterfell to help care for my ailing wife. 
Margaery’s calming presence has kept Sansa and myself from fretting overly with
Cat’s poor health.”
Edmure looked at Eddard “And you approve of this union between two women. 
Don’t you find it unnatural?  What animals mate female to female in nature?”
Eddard chuckled “I am not some bull in the field raging after the next heifer
in heat.  I am not madden by the rut.  I am not controlled by hormones like the
wild animals.  We are so much more than that Edmure.  Love is such a rare and
precious gift that I will not deny it to any of my children.  I can say it
now.  The dye is cast.  I sent Arya specifically to the Queen fully expecting
her to have the Queen fall in love with her.”
Edmure cocked an eyebrow at that and looked at his Brother-in-Law for further
edification.
“Arya has always been different.  Filled with the wolf is what I used to cry in
my frustration.  She has always rejected the path that society deems for
daughters of royal birth.  She has always sought the way of the warrior.  I
tried to forbid it but I loved her too much to deny Arya her heart’s desire. 
That alone did not mean she was gay but as she grew older it was the Targaryen
sisters she mooned over and not Aegon.  Then Daenerys exploded out of the
desert and Arya was enamored.”
“We all have heard the rumors of Queen’s true desires in a mate.  Her weddings
were political marriages.  I should know.  This was how I married your sister
Edmure.  You know this.  I stepped in for my brother when he was killed by
Daenerys father.  My marriage to her and her to me was only the fulfilling of
obligations.”
“Bran has disappeared but I am sure he went to the Tree of Life in the great
North.  Before he left he prophesized.  He prophesized that Arya would win the
Queen’s heart.  ‘The wolf will lie with the dragon’.  I trust the old gods.”
Jon spoke up.  “My Myrcella whom I loved as the daughter I never had has not
one but three wives in Dorne.  I do not judge nor do I care who she weds and
beds.  She was allowed to marry for love.”
Edmure stiffened “My sister not good enough for you Jon.”
“I did not say that Edmure.  Only that I do not love her.  I would have
preferred to have never married but I performed my duty when I was called
upon.  I preferred to live on my own.  I have never felt the desires that other
feel.  In some ways I find this passion others feel to be a burden and even
unseemly.  Still, I performed my duty when called upon.  I will not deny others
the right to pursue their hearts.”
“Do you deny your nieces the right to be happy?”
“You know I don’t Jon.  It is just … well different.”
Eddard slapped his brother-in-law on the back.  “It took me a while to adjust
too Edmure.  But I have come to know Margaery and I think I know Daenerys even
though I have never truly met her.  My daughters could not have chosen better
mates.  I will give them my full support.  I only prey you do the same when
your time comes.”
“Does my sister agree with this?  That does not sound like the Cat I remember. 
She was always about doing the duty for one’s house.  Marrying off ones
daughters to women is not following that tradition of performing your duty for
your House.”
“Margaery has my wife wrapped around her little finger Edmure” Eddard
chuckled.  “You should see it.  The sun sets and rises on Margaery Tyrell now
with Cat.  She tells all that will listen that Sansa has made the best choice
in mate in all of Westeros.  It makes Sansa blush and Margaery preen.  Anyways,
it is Willis and then Garlan who are in line for the House Highgarden circlet. 
Then Loras follows.  There may be palace intrigue in Highgarden but it does not
include Margaery.”
“Think of it Edmure. With the marriage of my daughters the House of Stark has
powerful alliances with both Highgarden and the Stormlands and Crownlands that
are aligned with the Queen.  Did I say the Queen is who Arya will wed” Eddard
added with a slight smirk.  “I would say that would give my House great power
to wield.”
“What will you do with that power Eddard?” Jon asked.
“Why nothing my old friend.  I only want to be the Warden in the North as does
Robb.  I leave the intrigue and politics to others.  I fear I would not last
long in King’s Landing.  I can play their games if I am here in the North.  If
I tried it in King’s Landing and those vipers I would probably find myself
charged with treason with my strange ways of honor and rectitude.”
“How Daenerys Targaryen can rule and command and not lose herself I do not
understand.  She is a better ruler than me.  Probably a better person.”
Eddard brought the meeting back to the main matter at hand.  He told them that
it seemed that the Ice King was taking his time marching south.  They still had
time.  He hoped to link up with the Queen and be with her as the marched North
to destiny.
The meeting soon broke up after that.
As Eddard moved back down the King’s Road to Winterfell he passed another small
wagon train going up the road from White Harbor.  It was filled with supplies
and food that the Queen had allowed through her blockade.  Eddard again
marveled at how the Queen seemed to have planned for all facets of this
campaign.  The last three wagons were laden with full loads of arrows tipped
with dragon glass.  One wagon was filled with barrels of pitch and tar to make
flaming arrows.  They would make the enemy burn and melt.  He smiled a grim
smile.  He would kill that bastard with his sword Evening Star.
At dusk on the next day he arrived back at his beloved castle and home.  He
went through the gate and let his squire take his horse to be groomed and
feed.  He looked around at the life settling in for the night.  He looked up at
the walls.  He had guards but they were thinned out.  He could not keep his
full house guard here if had asked Edmure and Jon to strip their own homelands
to meet his request.
He looked up.  The sky was laden and a few flakes were beginning to fall.  He
was surprised that winter had not come.  The white ravens had come months and
months ago and yet it was not here.  Again he sensed this was the Ice King’s
design.
Eddard was sure that both forces were aiming for a clear decisive battle to
decide the matter instead of protracted battles up and down Westeros.  The Ice
King would know that after the first battle the forces of Westeros would learn
of him and attack his weaknesses.  Margaery was still getting letters from
Olenna.  The woman did not reveal any of the Queens plans (which made Eddard
happy since it showed loyalty) but she did gossip that allowed useful nuggets
to come to him as Olenna would know.  The Queen was furiously making Dragon
Glass weapons from the quarries of Dragonstone.
Olenna joked that they were using Stannis’s grinding teeth to sharpen the
points.  That made Eddard smile.  Olenna did not say what was happening with
the dragon glass weapons but he was sure they were on ships that were
constantly landing on the beaches of the North.  More must be traveling up
King’s Road as she moved her forces cautiously north.
He was sure that wagons full of pitch and tar were moving north as well.
They would have the weapons necessary to defeat the enemy.  He wondered what
weapons the Ice King had prepared for them.  He had experienced her dragons. 
Had he come up with a counterstroke?
Eddard shook his head.  Only the future would tell.
Eddard headed to the living quarters to see his wife.  He was still full of
vigor and strength but he was tired now at the end of a full day.  In his youth
he never seemed to tire.  He smirked.  Age catches up with all of us in time. 
He had started to find a few grey hairs in his hair and beard.  Cat called them
highlights.  He called them grey hairs.  His wife was always trying to make him
happy.  The thought made him smile. 
Only her treatment of Jon had marred their relationship and he was to blame for
that.  If Robert had ever discovered Jon’s true lineage he had wanted to take
the full brunt of his fury.  All others would have been innocent and only his
head would have rolled.
He hoped to tell Cat the truth soon.  She would be furious but now that Jon had
showed his true lineage the reason for lies was over.  Robert was in exile. 
The man never truly cared for any of his progeny.  Only the one son of his
longed for wife, Lyanna, would have proven a threat to his throne.  One more
failure of the man that Robert Baratheon had allowed himself to become.  Eddard
could now clearly see the many faults of his childhood friend.
Eddard went to the kitchen to get a quick ham and egg biscuit that the main
cook always had hot for him.  He grabbed it and thanked the woman profusely for
her thoughtfulness.  She blushed like she always did and assured him she loved
taking care of her “Warden”.  She had tried to say “King” but he nipped that in
the bud.
He was leaving the kitchen when he saw Robb and Alys coming in hand and hand. 
They smiled at him keeping hand in hand.  Eddard had come to Robb and told him
that he knew that he and Alys and had become lovers.  Robb had gone ashen. 
Eddard put him at ease.  He joked that not all could follow his example. 
Eddard knew that Robb had not been a virgin when he took Alys maidenhead.  He
was of mixed emotions on that.  He was happy to only have known Catelyn but he
had been so green and awkward on their wedding night.  Robb had not had that
problem. 
Eddard thought back to when Alys father had brought her to Winterfell at age
six.  Her father had hoped that despite her young age that she would charm Robb
Stark in hopes of arranging a betrothal. She danced with Robb, whom she
considered courteous.  He had not been ensnared by her charms then.  Eddard
paused.  Maybe he had.  He was hopelessly in love with her now. 
She would make him a most beautiful and intelligent queen.  He left them as
they sat down to eat. Robb was respectful and courteous to the maids and
cooks.  He had taught him that at least.  Eddard squint smile.  Robb would make
an excellent Warden of the North when his time came.
He went to his and Cat’s chambers.  He opened the door and genuinely smiled. 
Cat was propped up in the bed with a cloud of pillows behind her.  To his eyes
she looked pale and weak but she was happy.  One side of the bed was Margaery
spooning ice cream to her future mother-in-law.  On the other side of the bed
was Sansa with a bowl of Strawberries.  When Cat would want one she would turn
to Sansa who would feed her the fruit after pulling the stem from it.  Then she
would turn her head and receive a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Cat was indeed a Queen in her own personal pleasure bed come barge.  Eddard was
happy.  His wife had totally accepted Margaery as her daughter’s future wife. 
Cat had softened once she had accepted this.  She had totally adjusted her
thinking.  Once he had shown her that Margaery and Daenerys were both powerful
scions of their respectful houses and that Daenerys was going to be a great
Queen Cat had seen the light.  She had always wanted her daughters to marry
well and now they were.  They would make House Stark truly great among the
Great Houses.
Eddard cared not for such things but his wife had been raised on these precepts
so it made him happy.  He watched Margaery get up and adjust Cat’s pillow when
she saw his wife squirming trying to get comfortable.  She was in her element
with her two attendants.
Catelyn saw her husband in the doorway.  “Eddard.  Come in and feel your future
son’s feet kicking!” Her face beamed with happiness. She looked weak but
Maester Lewun was sure that with plenty of bed rest and taking the potions he
gave her to give her vitamins and minerals that all would be well.
Eddard moved into the room and kissed his wife on the forehead chastely since
they had company.  He always believed in decorum.  He first hugged Margaery to
him when she stood up and then his daughter when she got up. 
He put his hand on his wife’s stomach that now showed her pregnancy plainly. 
She was truly “showing” now.  He looked at her feet out the corner of his eyes
and saw how swollen they were.  He looked at the dark circles underneath her
eyes.  He suppressed his worries.  Eddard started.  His ‘son’ was indeed
kicking lively.  “My Cat—our son is kicking enough for two” he joked.  Catelyn
gave him a beaming smile.
“Yes.  Another strong son to become a strong knight or lord of a holdfast.”
Eddard pulled up a chair and sat with the most important women, no person, in
his life.  They all talked of the everyday life of Winterfell and his wife
gossiped about the wardens, cooks and attendants and their love life and
dalliances.  Margaery seemed to be like her grandmother in forming her own
network of moths to gather gossip to happily share with Cat.  Sansa merely
smiled and chirped in now and then.  Sansa had lost interest in such things to
a large degree now.  She was interested in the matters of governance and state
at which she proved most adept.
Eddard wondered where her new found talents would take her and Margaery.  He
would not be surprised if the new Queen would use their talent in some way.
Thinking of Daenerys he thought of his youngest daughter.  He was sure by now
the Queen and Arya were lovers.  His daughter’s legends of her youth had indeed
taken flesh.  He had read the reports of the Queen’s “unnatural desires” and
“rampant lesbianism” and did not give a flip.  She was by far the best person
and titular head that he had seen in his life.
He looked forward to meeting his Queen in person face to face.  She had long
ago garnered his respect.  He smiled hearing Cat hum as Sansa feed her another
strawberry.  He was happy to have another child coming into his household.  He
knew Catelyn had prayed fervently for years to give him another son.  Eddard
smiled as he watched Margaery dab his wife’s forehead with a damp cloth and
again adjusted her pillows just so.
Catelyn was happily planning a triple marriage.  Eddard had started to look
forward to it as well.  Giving away his three eldest children at one time would
be quite a night.  The “bedding” ceremony of course would have to be
performed.  He was sure that Sansa and Arya would die from embarrassment when
they were stripped naked as Ribaldry songs were sung.  He smirked.  Daenerys
and Margaery would have no problem taking on the roles of “husband” in the
ceremony.  Both of his daughters had inherited his shyness and distaste for
public displays of affection.  He had nearly died when he and Catelyn and had
their night of bedding. Even rushed as it had been it had been most
disconcerting.
He planned on making his children suffer much like he had.  He had a distinct
advantage.  His children would be married at the end of the war and not the
beginning of it.  He mused.  He needed to get Emured married off.  Four had
always been a lucky number for Eddard.
Eddard saw Lady enter into the chamber and she jumped up on the bed and laid
beside Catelyn legs and gently placed her massive head on his wife’s thigh and
went to sleep as Cat scratched her ears.  Even the direwolves were doing all
they could to make Catelyn’s pregnancy go better.
Eddard looked over into the fire.  All seemed to be coming together except two
important items.
The first he had great hope for.  He was sure that Jon’s wives would find a way
to convince the Queen’s allies of the validity of the threat.  They were mighty
powerful Shadowbender witches from that far distant land of shadows and
monsters.  Before he had met them he would have shied away from such women but
having met them and seen their honesty, integrity and love for his son he saw
that he had been again guilty of prejudice.  He had made judgements on hearsay
and conjecture.
The other problem of Roose Bolton was a rancor to him still.  He still played
it over and over in his mind’s eye the man’s words at the war table.  It had
been a threat.  He knew the man was vile and reprehensible.  He had never had
found the evidence he needed to dispense justice.  He never wanted to execute
punishment without it.  He knew the man was practicing “the right of first
night” and “flaying” his enemies.  He knew it but he could not prove it
maddeningly.  Then there was his bastard son and the rumors against him and his
hunts.
Eddard shuddered at the thought.  He had studied again two nights ago the
Queens march across Slaver’s Bay.  True, to begin with her judgements had been
excessive and in some cases almost as bad as the crime she was punishing. 
Still, she had had the right of it.  The crimes had been committed.  She did
not need direct evidence to pronounce sentence.  He had read in some tome that
Master Lewun gave him on the Law. 
It was called circumstantial evidence.  That he had aplenty against Roose
Bolton.  There would be a time of reckoning.
 
Melisandre
The two Shadowbender witches were back on horse now.  They were moving off from
the confluence of the Rockingham and Poni Rivers where they met to form the
White Knife River.  They had gone to wharfs at the Hold of Breakwater.  The
Hold a waypoint for those traveling through the rapids that were further down
the river.  The rapids were only a stage one level and easily navigable with
the proper guides.  Some of the town folk used the type of skiff that Ygritte
and Melisandre had used to get to this point.
They had been with Jon and deciding on how to get to point that they had
determined to meet the Queen’s forces.  They had sent Crows disguised as
crofters and Wildings to mingle with the forces that were gathering to the east
in the beachheads of the Queen.  They had found out that the Queen had planned
to set off from King’s Landing several weeks ago.
They needed to travel fast if they were to meet her and more importantly the
heads of the Great Houses at the natural choke point of Moat Cailin or just
above it while all the forces were concentrated.  Any point would do but Moat
Cailin seemed the natural point to have the meeting.  The constricted space
begged for confrontations and the necessary meeting that needed to occur.
Once they had talked sense into Jon he had come fully on board.  One of the
reasons that the witches loved their husband so much was how easily he fully
supported them or another’s directives when he had been convinced of their
viewpoint.  He never discounted them out of hand simply because he was a
‘man’.  They loved him dearly for it.  Melisandre was still rankled a little at
his moment of weakness and his unseemly use of his gender against them.  After
they had reconciled and fucked exuberantly they had asked again why he acted
like such a “fucking asshole” as her wife, Ygritte, so perfectly put it.
He smiled softly that made him look so hot and sexy.  He told them that he was
so desperate to keep them from danger that he fell back on the old true and
tried argument of male superiority a man had simply from his birth into the
world.  Most women were not warriors or great witches so a man could use male
ego bluster to get his way.  He told them cheekily that it had been worth a
shot.  He had a look on his face that said “what are you going to do about
it”. 
They had fucked again hard and throughout the night.  Melisandre loved how Jon
would plow his two wives with his hard cock after sucking them each off and he
would pound them down into the bed their asses reverberating off the mattress
from his savage down strokes impaling their gushing cunts on his thick long
shaft.  The way he screamed again and again as hot cum boiled up his shaft and
spurt so hard into her or Ygritte’s pussy or tight asshole.  He convulsed and
wailed like a woman losing it.  They loved him all the more for it.
Then while he rested Ygritte and she would fall on each other.  Whoever had
received Jon’s semen the other would suck and tongue fuck the dribbling semen
up that drooled out spent couchie or slack asshole.  They would suck each other
off, finger blast their spasming fuck holes or trib to shrieking orgasms.  They
would fuck and fuck till Jon was hard again and he would join the festivities. 
He could bone so fucking good and his mouth was nearly the equal of theirs when
he sucked them off and lapped and tongue fucked their asshole to devastating
orgasms.
Melisandre shook off the pleasant memories.  They had made very good time. 
They were afraid that the Queen had slipped out and would be at Winterfell
before they could show the Great Houses the truth of the true threat.  They
needed to conserve their strength for what they had in mind.  They were afraid
that they would not be able to reach Moat Cailin in time.  Horses they might be
able to supplant their energy level.  The witches could give the animals more
endurance but their mounts bodies could only be propped up so much.  They would
not harm an animal merely because they had need of speed more than the animals
may be able to provide.
Jon had looked at the maps on the table against the wall on the opposite side
their bed.  The candles glowing in their scions made the parchments glow.  Jon
looked down at the maps with a look of concentration on his face.  Ygritte and
she watched their husband from their bed.  Melisandre had her little wife
pulled to her little spoon with her hand over her wife’s heart as Ygritte
clutched it tight to her small bosom.
Jon moved the maps around and he would look off staring at the wall.  He turned
to them.  “I know you need to conserve our energy and magic but can you project
a small amount of power through a staff to propel a skiff or canoe?  If you did
this would it weaken you too much?  Just putting out force that would move you
forward and guide the boat.  Letting a river current do the work?”
Ygritte looked back at Melisandre.  “Yes we could.  With an inanimate object we
are not having to meld our power to living flesh.  We could “push” through
staffs I suppose.  What do you have in mind?”  Melisandre squeezed Ygritte’s
hand and they got up out of their bed and joined their naked husband as he
looked down at the maps on the table.
The wives separated and flanked their husband.  They looked down at the maps of
the North.  Jon was tapping his chin.  “I think I know a way.  Part of what
would slow you down is remaining hidden as you traveled down the King’s
Highway.  I am sure that takes strength and power even if the spells are
simple.  It will slow the horses moving slowly to not bring notice or moving
off the Road to let large parties pass.  I propose we use a water route to move
south.”
Ygritte was starting to get excited.  Her pink nipples were erect on her small
delectable breast.  Melisandre shook her head.  Gods she was such a horndog. 
She wanted to fuck!  They had duties to perform.  They had to aid Eddard Stark
and Daenerys Targaryen.  Jon’s hot body beside her had her pussy burbling with
need.  She shivered controlling her desires.  Only long enough to plan though. 
Melisandre’s body was jangling with need!
Ygritte was bouncing in her excitement her small breast jiggling further
distracting the tall Shadowbender witch.  She was not into tactics and planning
travel routes.  She was a witch that performed spells.  That was her job.  It
was Ygritte and Jon’s job to get her to where she needed to be to kick some
ass!  Speaking of ass … Ygritte squealed when her wife reached around Jon and
squeezed and then felt her wife’s ass up.
Jon did not even register it as he focused on his plan to get his wives to Moat
Cailin in time to meet the Queen’s party.  They needed to show the Lords while
still some travel time from Winterfell to make sure that something untoward did
not happen.  The closer the forces of the Queen got to Winterfell the more
likely something wrong occurred if the truth of the Ice King had not been shown
by his wives. 
The beachhead from the Ramsgate landing had sent a twenty mile wide corridor
out that had crossed the White River and was heading for the King’s Highway. 
They would be linking up with the vanguard of the Queen’s forces moving up the
King’s Highway.
The Queen had her forces spreading out on the plains to the east of Moat Cailin
as the sappers continued building camps and stockades up the King’s Highway to
support the flow of troops further North.  More troops and Mercenary companies
were taking up blocking positions the further North they traveled to protect
from sudden attacks. The Queen was showing prudent caution. 
They would not pause long.  The Queen was moving up the King’s Highway at a
quick pace. 
Melisandre could see that Jon would have to plan a route between all these
forces of the Queen now moving in the North.  They did not want to meet any of
the forces of the Queen till they were ready.  They would avoid all the Queen’s
forces till met them near Moat Cailin.
Jon was bending down looking at the largest map closely.  He touched the map
thirty miles up from Long Lake at the King’s Highway.  “This is the beginning
of Knott’s Creek.  It is deep enough to take a fully laden skiff.  I am going
to send several riders with spare horses from the Free Folk to travel down to
the fishing town of Lahowye.  There they will procure and stock a skiff for
you.  This high up the King’s highway there is only traffic from my father’s
gathering forces. They are focused on arriving at the Wall to perform my
father’s will.  We do not want any delay.  You can use your shadow skills to
pass them by.  That you would have to do anyways.”
“Most of the heavy troop formations and heavy cavalry have already passed to
setup camps in the New Gift waiting to make their final push to the North.  You
should not be delayed to long on the road.  You can travel at night and pull
off to corpses of the birch and willow woods that line the road this far north
to let the horses rest.”
“I like that Jon.  We can make camp and still watch the road with our far-
sight” Ygritte spoke pressed back into Melisandre’s naked body.  She had moved
over to Melisandre so her wife could freely grope her.  She loved the feel of
her wife’s full breast pushed into her upper back.  Melisandre was massaging
her ass sweetly now and resting her chin in Ygritte’s kissed by the sun hair. 
Ygritte was into it now.  She had grasped Jon’s thinking and was excited with
his nascent plans.  “We can take six horses with us.  We will switch between
four of them regularly to keep our pace up.  The other two horses will carry
out light gear.  We will bring the grain and oats to feed our horses as we
travel to save the need of letting our mounts crop grass.”
Jon turned and kissed Ygritte on the forehead making her beam and preen.  “That
is how I see it too my love.”  Jon reached out and squeezed Melisandre’s
shoulder to show her that his affections were equal between them.
“You can reach Lahowye in ten days if you make five miles an hour with ten hour
days.  You do not need to sleep and eat but your horses will.  By using feed
bags the horses can eat as they walk.  You can throw in some medium length
trots and a few slow gallops followed by rest and more walking.”
“Once you reach Lahowye you can take the Knott’s Creek to Long Lake. You will
take the horse’s feed bags and your traveling furs with you.  While on the
flowing water of the creek and then small river you can use your staff’s
projecting power to further increase your pace down these bodies of water. With
your powers you will be able to travel around any other travelers unseen or
either easily hide your yourselves or distract them with a touch to their mind
if you feel the need.”
“Then on the Long Lake you can propel yourselves forward with no fear of being
discovered. The lake is wide and deep. This will give you plenty of room to
bypass other travelers on the lake.  It has a subtle current with its emptying
out into the Cold Spring River.  That flows into the White Knife River and from
there you can take it all to the confluence of the Poni River and then take the
White Knife River down to a day’s travel above White Harbor.”
“That is the large town of Rockingham.  There you will disembark the skiff. 
There you can leave it and make someone happy.  I will give you a large pouch
of Gold Dragons.”
“What is that for?” Melisandre wandered for both her and Ygritte.
“You will steal some horses and replenish your food stores for your horses.”
“I do not like being a thief Jon.”
“You won’t be.  You will leave gold dragons behind to compensate for the use of
the horses.  You technically are in service to the Queen anyways.  I know that
is sophistry but sometimes it is a nice concept.  We need to get you to the
Neck in time.  The high royals have the right to procure horses and supplies
when in extreme need.  But we aren’t doing that.  We will leave ample payment.”
“But why don’t just buy them?” Melisandre asked.  “Why the skullduggery?”
Ygritte looked up at Melisandre with her beautiful crooked tooth smile.  “Look
at us dear.  You are over 6’2” and I barely 5’0”.  We both had stand out from a
crowd with our red hair.  You have unique eyes for this land.  How many other
sets of red eyes have you seen in Westeros and you wear your ruby at your
throat.  We will be noticed.  There is probably no danger but why take the
risk.  We are a known element now at the Wall.  Let’s not tempt the fates dear
wife.”
Melisandre smiled down at her dear wife.  She hugged her tight and kissed the
top of Ygritte’s head.  Her wife preening and literally purring in happiness. 
She was right of course.
“And you know what kind of pricks we will attract when they see two such fine
redhead babes such as us.”
Melisandre considered her wife’s words.  Most men were pigs.  Her extreme
height would deter many but they would just form a pack to come after them. 
She would kill them of course if they even came close to her wife but she
started to see her wife and husband’s point.  It would be so much more trouble
than it was worth.
“We will just leave them money for our borrowing of their horses and supplies.”
Jon and Ygritte continued to discuss the finer details of their journey down to
Moat Cailin.  Ygritte always got enthralled with the details of a march and
loved the use of stealth in their travels.
Melisandre had gotten more and more horny listening to her spouses discuss
their tactics and plans.  After five more minutes she had heard enough.
She slowly settled on her knees and sat back on her folded legs sitting on her
heels.  She used her shoulders to spread out Ygritte’s legs and her beautiful
clam shell was now fully visible.  She blew on it and Ygritte moaned hard her
puss rapidly swelling and getting slicked with fuck juice.  Melisandre loved
how her wife’s labia lips were swelling and all gnarled up blooming out her
juicy slit.  Begging to be sucked and munched on.  Her wife’s clit swelling
with the need to be sucked down her throat.
Melisandre leaned in and started to run her tongue up and down paradise licking
and tonguing greasy labia lips and bright pink gash.
Ygritte staggered into Jon groaning hard.  Jon turned from the map and looked
at the tableau playing out.
“Well.  No more strategy for tonight I see.”  Melisandre looking up as she
sucked in Ygritte’s labia lips and rolled them with her tongue in her mouth. 
She smiled at Jon eyeing their wife’s little delectable breast.
Jon turned around and bent down to siphon in Ygritte’s nipples sucking them
hard in turn making her cry out in pleasure. 
Jon then sat down on the table and cupped the back of Ygritte’s head.  He
gently pulled Ygritte down as her body twisted and folded.  Jon guided her head
down to his thick long cock jerking up off his stomach.  Ygritte swallowed it
and bobbed sensually.
Melisandre was in heaven with giving her wife head as she gave Jon head.  They
had fucked long and deep into the night.
They had waited five days to let the Free Folk who were sent out to prepare
their way for them.  Then they had set out on their horses.
The trip to the creek boat launch had been uneventful.  The trip down the water
ways had been fast.  Their magic they used to propel the skiff forward had kept
the boat moving fast with minimal use of their magical might.  Their magic
binding with the forces of nature to easily propel the boat forward.  They
easily avoided any traffic on the waterways.  They did not tire and did not
have to sleep.  The two witches taking turns expending their power so as to not
tire themselves out with constant expenditure of magic.  They were able to
travel all the way none stop down to Rockingham.  They had averaged nearly ten
miles an hour using the river currents and adding their power to make such
quick time.
They had to expend little energy.  They would talk and tell stores of their
youth to each other.
They spent a lot of time talking about Jon.  They had long past forgiven him
for his “male moment” as they called it.  He had been under a lot of pressure
and worried for their safety.  It was actually sweet now that the rancor was
past.  They talked ribald to each other.  They could not make love so they
talked of great past sex they had shared with each other and shared with Jon. 
They both waxed poetic about how good his thick long cock felt when they did
deep throat on him and he screamed so hard with his cockhead jerking underneath
their Adam’s apple spurting hot semen to their tummies.  Or how good it felt
when he buried his blade up their ass and spurted deep up their ass sending
them reeling into epic sphincter shredding epic anal ‘gasms. 
They arrived at Breakwater soon after the hour of midnight.  They tied their
skiff up to the first empty slip the found at the long pier.  Melisandre looked
down the line of tied off fishing boats.  The line of masts like trees stripped
bare of leaves in the throes of winter. 
At this hour they did not have to worry about anyone on the docks with the
river men safely ensconced in their huts that lined the streets that terminated
at the shore.  Melisandre knew that during the day these docks would be teeming
with fishermen and the merchants who would be buying the fishermen’s catch when
they came ashore with fish and shellfish pulled from the shoals and reefs in
the river.
Ygritte got out of the boat jumping up onto the dock. The cold wind blowing
down the river did not bother the witch.  She took the feed bags and several
satchels from her wife.  Melisandre put her arms in the straps of the bundle
that was there sleeping furs and centered it on her back.  They would once more
need to hide during the day and would need the furs to make their camp
comfortable.  She followed her wife up onto the pier.  Melisandre looked around
and opened her senses like her wife was doing.
Ygritte pointed up the third street and they walked down the middle of the
road.  It was completely abandoned.  The people of this working town were early
to bed and early to rise.  The fisherman up several hours before dawn to first
break their fast.  Then they would move down to the docks to prepare their reed
boats, coracles, planked fishing boats and the skipjacks that the oystermen
used to dredge oysters from their reefs.
They would be setting sail at dawn to begin their days catch.  When they came
back to dock throughout the day the mongers would take their catch and prepare
it for the eating establishments in town or to send off after packed in ice or
cured for shipping to more distant locations.
They walked up the street holding hands and pointing out a sign that caught
their attention or how one building had a wide open front floor and a nice
balcony on the second floor.  A pack of coyotes came lulling down the street
and passed the witches.  Their ears twitched and noses sniffed but they did not
notice the witches further. 
They moved a third of a mile up the road and came to a stable at the edge of
the town.  Most of the horses were in the large stables but some were out in
the paddock with blankets thrown over their backs for warmth.  Ygritte got up
on the lowest rail and called to the horses.  The three horses in the paddock
shook off their somnolence and came over to the witches. 
Animals sensed the gentleness of the Shadowbender witches.  They pushed their
muzzles into the hands of the women who stroked their heads.  These horses
would do nicely Melisandre felt.  She reached out and petted the horses on
their noses.  The horses nickered at the gentle touch of the witches.
Ygritte went up to the door to the stables and lifted the crossbar.  She
entered and a large sleeping guard dog started to wake up but Ygritte hummed a
melody and the dog went back to sleep.  The two witches walked into the stables
and quickly selected the other three horses they needed.  The horses waking up
at the intrusion but immediately accepting of the gentle presence now with them
in the stables.
The witches did not need saddles to stay a horse or bits and reins to control
the horses.   
They soon had all six horses by the large stall doors that they had slipped to
half open.  Melisandre and Ygritte lead them outside.  They closed the door and
put in crossbar back in.  The sky was still dark in the middle of the night
without anyone out yet.
Then they proceeded to bicker about how much money to leave.  Melisandre wanted
to be generous but Ygritte only wanted to leave a fair price.
“You know nothing Melisandre!  I’m the negotiator and trail boss.  You’re the
domestic witch.”
Melisandre’s red eyes flared in ire her shoulders squaring up in challenge.
“And the muscle when we need it baby!” Ygritte added trying to mollify her
wife.  Sometimes the truth hurt.
“Okay wife.  I will remember this” Melisandre said in a smoldering voice.
Ygritte shivered her couchie spasming.  She loved to goad her wife at times. 
The paybacks were always so delicious.  Her baby had the most lovely ways of
remembering things.
Ygritte pulled out the appropriate amount of gold coins to leave.  She put the
coins into a smaller bag and hooked on the bracket of the door beam.  She felt
Melisandre’s eyes boring into her ass.  Ygritte shivered knowing that
Melisandre was planning her revenge.  They had brought a few toys and she knew
her ass was going to get blasted.  She couldn’t wait!
Melisandre boosted Ygritte up onto her horse’s back and then easily lifted
herself up on her horse using its mane as a hand hold.  Neither woman needed a
saddle.  Their shadow powers protected them from being sawed in two by the
horses’ spines.  They sometimes chuckled how Jon would be all stiff from a long
days ride while they were fresh as newborn babes they would say to their
suffering husband.  Also, their power allowed them to form a bond with the
horse they were on to use subtle knee pressure on their flanks and a slight
pull on their mane to guide the horses.
The witches of Asshai pressed their horses in the ribs and the animals started
walking off into the rolling grasslands near White Harbor.  The witches looked
up at the stars twinkling in the sky.  They located the Hunter Star always
located in the same spot in the sky to the far north.  They immediately knew
the direction to take to get to Moat Cailin.
The witches angled the horses slightly south by west.  The horses had been fed
and were fresh.  Soon the witches took their horses to a canter and quickly
left any hint of human establishments behind them.  They ranged their senses
always forward for any homesteads or roving traps that trappers had sent for
small game animals.  The trappers setting their traps to hunt hares, minxes or
fox for their fur.  There were also people fishing the streams and creeks that
feed into the White Knife River.  They moved on and rode on past dawn as they
sensed no humans near them.
Melisandre and her wife with her Wildling background both enjoyed their silent
ride through the backcountry near White Harbor.  Silence rode with them in
comforting silence. There was no sound of man.  Only the sound of the nocturnal
life and as the dawn approached the first sleepy chirps of awakening birds. 
First only a few lonely notes of the first waking birds.  Soon other birds
joined in to fill the missing notes of the concerto.  As the first hint of
light appeared in the East the songs of awakening birds filled the air.
The witches found their melody of nature that had no regard for man soothing.
They stopped at rills and let the horses crop grasses.  They moved on for
another four hours till they sensed some farms in the distance.  They found a
small patch of maple and scrub pine that had been twisted and kept low by the
constant wind.  Some of the twisted trunks were almost growing parallel to the
ground with some actually looped over each other.  The thicket was encircled
and entwined with many brambles and twisted vines.  They entered a large deer
path that took them twenty yards into the swath and were totally hidden.  They
hobbled the horses and put the horses’ feed bags on filled with oats.  The
horses happily ate as the witches put blankets on their horses’ backs.  The
horses ate their fill and soon were soon contentedly sleeping.
The witches had groomed their horses’ coats and checked their hooves for rocks
and dirt up in their frogs.  They happily performed their duties for their
steeds.  The witches would willingly perform what to many would seem heinous
acts on humans but those persons always deserved their fates.  Their horses
were animals that loyally performed their tasks and, thus, warranted the gentle
care they received.
They then put up their glamour that further hid them away from the world.  The
glamour would also swallow any sounds made by the horses.  Inside the glamour
it was dusky light.  The air already warmer in the corpse of trees quickly
heated up as Ygritte hummed a discordant tune and flames burned between her
cupped palms as Melisandre waved her hands above the flames in an arcane dance
fanning the flames.  They kept the fire going for fifteen minutes as they
talked and relaxed warming their hideaway.  They then dispensed with the
magical flame.  Their glamour would keep the heat in their sanctuary.   
They may not feel the cold but it did not mean they wanted to not be in a nice
warm cocoon.  They spread out their sleeping furs they had brought making a
nice thick nest.  The air was a twilight in their haven away from the world of
man.  The soft light soothing.
They discussed what they had sensed along with Jon up at the wall.  Nature
itself felt at unease.  Even the trees, animals and the very air itself felt
the evil that was coming down from the North.  They no longer felt it here. 
The distance and the magic of the Wall kept it at bay.  They also discussed the
raging monster they felt at the top of the world.  It was obvious to them that
the Ice King had trapped the winter that should have long ago come roaring
South.  It was almost as if the storm was becoming alive.  A birth bathed in
hate and galled with the desires to kill and rend.  It would be a terrible
thing when it came roaring south.
They would have to deal with it when they had killed the Ice Wright.
It seemed as if nature wanted to join the gathering forces aligning themselves
against the Ice King.  They knew he was a mighty force but with their husband
reincarnated as Azor Ahai and the Dragon Queen with her dragons and the mighty
forces that Eddard and Daenerys were amassing they could not see how they could
lose.  They would convince the Houses of the South of the rightness of their
quest.
They were worried for more than just the Ice King.  They had sensed some other
evil with the Ice King beyond his vile son but they could not decipher what it
was.  They knew they were at some risk not knowing its origin but it was worth
the risk.  They simply had to convince the forces of Westeros to fight the Ice
King to fight as one. 
They would be the ones to show them the truth.  They accepted the risk.  They
had discussed enough the matters of men and the realm.  It was time to make
love and bask in their deep passionate love for each other.
They dropped their dresses to the furs.  They loved to be in the nude.
Ygritte suddenly squealed in pain when Melisandre twisted her arm behind her
back with a little pressure to give her wife the mild but sharp pain she liked
when she had been cheeky.
“I have not forgot what you said dear wifey.  Pay backs are a bitch!”
Melisandre snarled down at her diminutive wife.  She jerked up on the arm. 
Ygritte squealed in pain and tried to get away.  Melisandre smirked at her
wife’s halfhearted attempts to free herself from Melisandre giving her pain. 
Ygritte loved playing their games.  She relished being “roughed up” and “fucked
over”. 
The tall Shadowbender witch fisted her wife’s hair and viciously jerked her
around flinging Ygritte around like a ragdoll.  Ygritte whimpered in pain but
also clotted need.  Her pussy filled their nest with her musk as her cunt
flooded.  Her brown lips now bloomed out her slit and cum trickling down her
thighs.  Ygritte whimpered in pain and primal want.
Melisandre jerked up with her fisted hair knot making Ygritte scream in pain. 
SLAP SLAP SLAP SMACK SLAP SLAP  Melisandre viciously slapped Ygritte across
both of her cheeks.  The small wildling’s head rocking hard to the side with
the cupped slaps to her face.  Spittle flew out her mouth.  Melisandre looked
at her hot horny wife.  Her cheeks were cherry red on her pale cheeks.  Her
breathing was ragged.  Her nipples were rock hard and her cunt so swollen and
now cum was drooling out her slit in hanging snail snot strands swinging back
and forth in slimy tendrils.
“You are a worthless fucking whore Ygritte!  A worthless peace of shit!”
“Uummmnggggggg! Yeesssss! Yesssssss I am a whore!  Fuck me hard Milli—make me
your fucking slut … put me in my place … teach me you are the top bitch in our
pack!”
Melisandre rolled her eyes.  Ygritte was the alpha in their pack.  The only
time she relinquished it was when she needed plenty of masochistic pain and
pleasure.  She and Jon had had to get used to that but to make Ygritte happy
they fucked her like the cheap slut she wanted to be at times.  Melisandre was
surprised actually how much Ygritte craved being the bitch and bottom.  For
Melisandre it came naturally to be the submissive.  She had had to learn to be
dominate and top when needed to make her wife happy.
It was a lesson she had learned well.  Now she craved fucking Ygritte up and
fucking her hard and deep.  Of course soon it would be Ygritte topping her and
abusing Melisandre with the masochistic pain she too craved and needed.  It had
been so in Asshai so many centuries ago and it was the same now.  Now it was
just that Ygritte needed the same rough sex.
Melisandre slapped her wife cruelly some more and spit in her face.  Ygritte
moaning hard now and breathing hard her chest, neck and tops of her breast
flushed with hot pumping blood.  Melisandre then threw Ygritte down onto her
hands and knees and Melisandre got down on her knees beside Ygritte’s hips.
SMACK! SMACK! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!
Melisandre blistered her wife’s taunt ass cheeks and back of her legs as she
wailed and writhed in pain.  Gods Melisandre thought.  Ygritte’s cunt had
soaked the very air with her fuck musk!  Melisandre breathed in deep the
heavenly scent.
She blistered her wife’s ass cheeks till they glowed cherry red.  Ygritte was
ready now.
Melisandre shoved two fingers hard and deep in Ygritte’s already dripping
snatch.  She pounded her wife’s hot box with her long fingers.  Her hand
hammered her wife’s vulva and made her body jerk forward.  Ygritte jabbered and
groaned deep in her chest in guttural need.  Melisandre worked in a third
finger stretching her wife’s cunt out nice and tight on her fingers.  She
hammered her wife hot drooling cunt as she ground her other hand’s palm into
her wife’s little doves grinding her nipples.  She bent down and gave Ygritte
love bites up and down her back.
Ygritte screamed as if she was garroted her body bucking and spasming as she
cummed so hard.  She was crying tears of pleasure.  Her body convulsed with
harrowing womb rending spasms of fucking bliss.  Her head snapped back and
jerked forward and down wildly snapping her neck as she screamed and screamed
out her orgasm.  She was groggy with her fading orgasm. 
Melisandre pulled her fingers out of her wife’s couchie. They were soaked in
snail slime.  She shoved them in Ygritte’s mouth.  Her wife moaning as she
feasted on her own creamy cum.  As her wife feasted on the fingers she slide up
and down Ygritte’s tongue, Melisandre gripped her long thick jade dildo with
the extra-large bulbous head.  She gripped the tear shaped grip.  She chanted
softly magical red and yellow flamed danced on her palms.  The gentle heat
warmed the stone.  The tall Shadowbender let her flames fade away.  Melisandre
started to slip her thick green shaft into her wife’s ass.
She worked the green shaft in and out enjoying seeing her wife’s sphincter
rings grip tight the shaft invading her butthole.  Melisandre worked her
shaft.  The both moaned when Ygritte’s shithole relaxed and started to let the
shaft work in and out Ygritte’s ass.  Gibbering Ygritte pushed back into her
wife.  Her groans guttural feeling raw pleasure pulsing out her squired
asshole.  With clenched teeth Melisandre rammed her dildo deeper into her
wife’s ass. 
She pulled it back and jammed her wife’s inner sphincter ring with the large
bulbous dickhead.  Then she slammed it home.  Ygritte cried out in raw pleasure
feeling Melisandre now slamming her shaft all the way up her wife’s tight ass.
Ygritte gibbered and moaned pushing her ass back to take every possible length
of the shaft up her ass.  Melisandre’s clenched fist around the handle pounded
her wife’s ass cheeks still beet red from their blistering.
She ripped the bulbous head out her wife’s ass and slammed back into her wife’s
asshole.  Melisandre would pound her wife’s booty and then rip the dildo out
again and slam through the spasming sphincter rings that now started to gape
raggedly.  Melisandre loved seeing Ygritte’s body jolt forward with the power
of her thrusts up her wife’s ass.  Her witch wife groaning gutturally.
“You love it up the ass don’t you Ygritte.  Don’t you, you filthy anal whore! 
Don’t you slut!”  She smacked her wife’s ass hard making her squeal in pained
pleasure.  “Take it slut! Unngg unnnggg uunnggg Yeah that’s right you fucking
slut—you anal fucking whore!”
Ygritte cried out in pleasure and clenched the furs slamming her ass back into
the punishing thrusts of the thick shaft up her ass.  Her head thrashed all
flushed and dripping sweat. Her small tits whiplashing underneath her surging
body.
“Ohhhhh yeesssss!  Pound my shithole Melisandre!  Oh R’hllor pack my shit baby!
Unnggg aauug … hhnnn hhnngg oh shit! Uunnnggg uunnnn hhhnngg … shit … pound my
shithole—pound it!” Ygritte cried out surging her ass back into the punishing
strokes slamming nine inches up her pinching starfish.
Melisandre had been shocked when she first heard Ygritte’s filthy mouth. 
Tgritte had not had the potty mouth.  She had told Ygritte that such talk was
unladylike.  Ygritte had gotten real hot at that.
“That is man’s world talking Melisandre!  You know nothing!  They want us pure
in the kitchen and slut in the bed.  They want to control us!  They get to talk
however they want and we must be demure and chaste.  Fuck them!  Talking dirty
is hot!  Get into Melisandre.  It frees up the body and the soul to curse,
scream and talk shit!  I know.  We wildlings let it loose woman!  Let go
Melisandre!”
Now Melisandre understood fully.  Now it turned her on to hear Ygritte and now
even Jon talking filthy.  She loved hearing and loved speaking nasty and
filthy.  She loved fucking Ygritte nasty when she wanted it.  Like now.  She
reached forward and fisted a handful of her wife’s fiery red hair.  She snapped
her wife’s head back and forward.  Her wife grunting gutturally and breathing
in ragged gulps now.  Her body covered in sweat that ran down her writhing body
in rivulets.
“Take it up your ass you fucking cunt!  Take it you godsdamned whore!  You love
it up your shithole don’t you—you anal whore!”  She slammed her shaft up her
wife’s greedy asshole that clenched and spasmed on the thick green shade
plundering her asshole.  “You love it don’t you—you fucking slut!”
“YES! Yes!  I love it! Aarrruunngggg unngg hhnngg hhnngg! Oh shit!  Aaauugggggg
oohhhhh fuck yeah!  Pound my ass baby!—hhhuunnngggggg!”  Ygritte slapped her
right hand up and started to rub her greasy cum soaked shaved smooth mound. 
Her fingers a blur.
Melisandre slammed her shaft hard, deep and fast up Ygritte’s ass.  Her fist
pounding her wife’s ass cheeks her shaft now slicked with creamy ass cream
making a ring of ass cum at the deepest penetration.  She watched Ygritte’s
body began to jerk and spasm all over.  Melisandre gripped her wife’s hair
harder and jammed her wife’s head down straining her neck.  Her wife made
animalistic groans and caws.  Then she felt her body first still shocked still
and then she was exploding.
“AAARRRGGHHHUUUUUUU! Oh shit!  Oh sweet R’hllor!  AUUNNGGHHHH!" Ygritte roared,
her body suddenly flipping and surging out of control.  Her body instinctively
surged back to take all the of the dildo up her exploding asshole. 
“Annngghnnnieee! Uuunngghhieeeeeee! Aarrruuunnnggggaaaaa! … Goddsssdammmmm It …
Owwnngghhhnnnnnn!" her body flipped and jackknifed violently as her anal ‘gasm
ripped through her body with throttling convulsions.
Finally, the orgasm began to wane.  Melisandre watched strong aftershocks
gripped her wife’s body and shook it hard at random intervals.  She pulled the
dildo roughly out her wife’s asshole that gaped when the bulbous head was
jerked out her wife’s anus.  She eyed the jade shaft soaked in her wife’s sweet
ass juice.  Melisandre ran the shaft up her tongue and closed her lips and
moaned sucking her wife’s sweet ass off the jade.  She watched her wife’s body
jerk and her mouth hiss as more strong aftershocks ripped her body.  Melisandre
sucked and licked the dildo clean of her wife’s sweet asshole.
She now flipped her wife over.  Melisandre fell on her like a famished
shadowcat. She sucked Ygritte off three times fast and furious back to back
while she continued to work her pussy with her fingers as she zeroed in on her
g-spot.
Ygritte flew apart with orgasms.  After the last two that had been multiple she
gurgled “Damn you—you fucking cunt.  You blew my fucking clit out!”  She cried
out as her wife flicked her clit with her fingertip sending scalding
aftershocks ripping through her body.
“You talk too much Ygritte” Melisandre announced as she sat down on her wife’s
face and rode Ygritte hard to repeated orgasms.  Ygritte looped her arms over
Melisandre’s big muscular thighs and pulled Melisandre’s swollen camel toe down
to her starving mouth.  Now it was Melisandre’s raw screams of crushing
pleasure swallowed by their glamour.
They were two happy witches that came back down the animal path as the sun was
resting on the trees in the distance to the west.
They suddenly heard loud cawing from a raven up in the trees just above their
heads.  They both looked up and froze.  On a branch not ten feet above them sat
a raven with three eyes.  It twisted its head looking at them with intelligent
eyes and cawed loudly.  The bird flexed its wings and slowly rotated its head
looking down at them.
For another minute the bird hopped around on the branch and cawed to them.  It
then flew off.  The two witches looked at each other.  They had read the books
of the Crows.  They had just been visited by the Tree of Life.
They mounted their horses and rode off into the gathering gloom pulling on the
leads of their other horses.
They hoped that his was a positive omen.  It had to be.  The Tree of Life was
the essence of spiritual life in the North.
 
Arya
Arya leaped to the right as the spear tip stabbed at air.  She was shadows that
had no home.  The spear only finding nothingness.  She started to charge in but
sudden right and left slashes of the cloth covered spearhead of Oberyn’s spear
kept her at bay.  The movements a blur.  Arya had to lean back and to the left
when a sudden thrust came at her face.  She had on a light full helm.  She had
large eyes slits to see but small enough to protect her eyes.  Oberyn told her
that he had total confidence in his skills but with them both moving at full
speed he wanted to be safe.
Arya had been a little miffed.  “Where is your protection?”
“I don’t need it little wolf.”  He had then spun his spear around in a blur
over his head and spun it around his body and would suddenly stab out with
catlike reflexes.  Arya was impressed.  He was as fast as her or Dany.  His
spear like a fast striking cobra.  He then put his spear butt on the ground and
leaned against it.  He extended his left hand and motion with his hand that
said ‘bring it’.
“I’ll show you!” and she had gone charging in and nearly got squired by
Oberyn’s spear thrust.  She had had to dive to the right and roll.  Oberyn had
chased her thrusting at her as she wildly swiped this spear tip aside with her
swords.  She had underestimated the man.  She had thought that a spear was a
silly weapon but she would never tell Oberyn that.  Now she saw that the man
was a true master with his weapon of choice.  She started trying to catch his
spear and pull it aside with Needle and down and then come in with her
broadsword.
The man was infuriatingly adept at sweeping his shaft away from her blade or
swirling it to get his spear on top of her sword and then coming in with yet
another quick thrust.  The man often riding up her swords with this long shaft
trying to slice her fingers which made the teenager have to jerk her hands back
and to the sides.  The motion effectively putting her on the defense.  Arya had
to either block aside with her free sword or at times pivoting here body hard
to the left and right to get away and rebalance herself.
She remembered back fifteen minutes ago.  She had been talking to Stannis and
Renly talking about fighting techniques when Oberyn came up in all his swagger
and started talking trash about his spear being the best weapon in all of
Westeros.
Stannis and Renly ignored the man but Arya rose up to the bait.  “You got to be
shitting me Oberyn.  No way in hell a spear can last a minute against a sword.”
Oberyn was ready “I would offer my other shaft but, well … I think someone is
already spoken for.”
Arya felt her face flush red.  How did he know!  She stuttered trying to think
of a denial but his waggling eyebrows had her totally flustered. 
Oberyn smirked.  “I would fight you, but, I don’t want to embarrass the royal
hostage in front of the Queen.”
Arya saw Daenerys walking up.  She had heard the end of the conversation.
“Oberyn …”
“No Dany.  I will put that smirk off his face!  I will make him eat those
words!”  Arya had told he Queen.  The man was funny and smart but also smug and
sanctimonious.  She was just the woman to put him in his place!
“I would prefer to eat something else!”
“Oberyn!” both women shouted at the man.
He merely waggled his eyebrows again.  “Do you accept my challenge?  It looks
like the stags of House Baratheon have shed their antlers.  I will be happy to
hang a direwolf pelt on my bedpost.”
“You’re on!”
“Is that turned on Arya?”
Another mighty blush from Arya.  She heard Dany tinkling laughter and her
embarrassment lessened.  Hearing Dany happy just made Arya feel all was right
in the world.
“Get ready for a thrashing Oberyn.”
“In your dreams.  When you find time to not fantasize about a certain dragon.”
Both women blushed hotly at that.  Oberyn smiled.  How could they miss such
blatant signals to each other?!”
Arya was bouncing on the balls of her feet ready to spar with Oberyn when the
Queen called her over.  She had several scarves in her hair and she unwound
one.  They were light blue to compliment her hair.  Daenerys silently tied it
on her left upper arm.  “This is my favor.  You fight for the throne” Dany
spoke softly looking deeply into Arya’s eyes.
Arya felt her chest swell up and her love for the Queen if anything bloomed
even more deeply in her heart.
Oberyn and the Queen insisted she put a helm on.  She acquiesced even though
she knew that the battle would not last long.  She had charged into the fray
and nearly lost right off!  Damn Oberyn was fucking fast and his spear somehow
seemed to be in two places at once!
Now she and Oberyn circled each other warily.  He would thrust in with insanely
fast repeated thrusts of his spear jerking up and down to parry Arya’s swipes
and attempts to get past his guard.  They locked up swords and spear with Arya
grunting trying to use her swords to jam Oberyn’s spear tip into the ground but
Oberyn kept slipping his spear subtly to disengage their locked weapons.
Arya surged in snarling and gripped his spear cross ways with her swords and
tried to twist the shaft out of his hands.  Oberyn let the shaft shift to the
left like Arya wanted but then went with her momentum which threw her off
balance.  Oberyn jerked his spear back and attacked weaving his spear in at
Arya batting her two swords about and then hooked her main sword and jerked
hard which twisted Arya spinning her around.  She was momentarily vulnerable
but she kicked out and hit Oberyn in the ribs as his right hand chopped her
across the back of her neck.  They separated snarling.
Oberyn backed up and with both hands gripping his spear in the middle started
spinning it like a spinning top above his head and weaving it up and down in a
blur.
Show off Arya thought.  She surged in still confident of victory.  Suddenly
Oberyn spun the blade down and around his body and thrust at her as she
charged.  Arya yelped and barely blocked the thrust as she spun to the left
feeling the covered spear tip brushing across the leather of her vest.
She heard Dany gasp.  That was close!
They fought for the next few minutes.  Arya had definitely developed a healthy
respect of what a spear could do in the hand of a true master.  Arya and Oberyn
grunted and snarled as they circled each other and thrust and parried each
other’s thrusts and in Arya’s case hard slashes that now had Oberyn blocking
and side stepping as he had to give ground to stay in his balanced defensive
stance. 
Arya locked her swords up against his spear again as she grunted keeping their
weapons locked together as they shoved and pressed in against each other.  Arya
grimaced as Oberyn swirled his spear.  This made Ayra’s wrists flex and strain
to keep her swords gripped properly. 
Suddenly Oberyn jerked down and then up and her Needle went flying off into the
air.  The sudden loss of her sword made Oberyn’s spear follow up with the lack
of down pressure.  Arya spun low and pivoted and came up her blunt practice
sword slashing across Oberyn’s midsection.
“Uummpfffffff!”
Dany screamed out “Yessssss! Direwolf and Dragon one Sand Snake zero.  Zip!
Nada!  Numero Zilch!”
Hearing Dany put them together in her declaration made Arya feel so good.  She
ran over to Daenerys and they gripped each other’s forearms and jumped up and
down crowing at Oberyn’s expense. 
“That is not fair!  That was chicanery!  I demand a rematch.”  Oberyn rubbed
his sore ribs.  He looked about evilly. 
Both Arya and Daenerys gave Oberyn big fat raspberries.
Renly was laughing his ass off.  Stannis had a big smirk on his face.
“It looks like you’ve been defanged Oberyn” Stannis told him in what for him
was a jovial voice.
“You got shafted you old goat!” Renly shouted.  “You don’t have a shaft you
have a twig and it got broken! Hahahaha!
Oberyn pouted and whined for the next five minutes.
Soon after that they climbed up on Drogon.  Now Arya was on Drogon with the
Queen.  Their column had reached the beginning of the Neck.  This was the area
that armies had been caught and butchered by the forces of the North with the
Reeds launching lightning fast asymmetrical strikes on the rear of the marching
columns before again disappearing into the marshes that were their home.  Now
the way was seeming totally open to the Queen.
Arya used the excuse of making sure she was safe by hugging herself tight to
Dany’s body.  Dany’s body was so soft and womanly and yet it was corded with
muscle underneath.  She loved pressing her body into Dany and feeling her small
breast compressing against the Queen’s back and her leather vest and blouse
underneath.  Dany flew Drogon up the neck as the dragon flew on at an easy
clip.  The Queen would occasionally reach back to make sure that Arya was
seated safely and would thread her fingers into Arya’s grip.  She looked back
to reassure her passenger that she was safe with her.  Dany pulled Arya’s hand
close where fingers were interlocked on Daenerys’ stomach.  Arya felt so close
to Dany at these times.  She closed her eyes and dreamed of so much more.
They flew to the left of the King’s Road and deep into the Neck.  Daenerys
again told Ayra of her meeting with the Reeds and how they had prophesized of
her battles with the Ice King.  Daenerys did not tell Arya that they had also
prophesied that she would meet allies and that one of them would love her. 
That they would marry.  Daenerys had been sure it was a male that they spoke of
now she hoped that it had indeed been Arya that the Reed’s prophesized.     
At first the prophecy had pissed her off.  She was not going to marry any man
if she could help it.  She had cursed the fates for deeming she need marry a
man.  But lately she had started to wonder.  She had now decided to woo Arya
and make her Queen.  Meera had been careful to leave her prophecy gender
neutral.  If it had been Arya … then her wedding to House Stark had been
prophesized.  Daenerys could not wait to start her courtship.  She wanted to
start it now but the looming war had to put her desires on hold for now.
Why couldn’t Arya return her overtures?  Any time she had shown Arya her
intentions and desires the girl had not responded in way that filed the Queen
with the confidence to proceed.  Daenerys so wanted Arya to desire her that she
felt awkward around Arya when she did not seem to return her affections. Only
recently had it really occurred to her that maybe Arya’s innocence in matters
of the heart had her hesitating.  She had been innocent in the ways of love
when she had arrived from Winterfell.  Maybe the girl lacked the experience to
move their relationship forward.
Maybe Dany had to girl the hell up and just caste aside her doubts and fears
and make her play for Arya and risk a broken heart.  As soon as she thought
those kind of thoughts her courage would falter.  She could not lose Arya.  If
Arya ran away from Daenerys thinking her unnatural in her desires Daenerys
heart would wither and die.
Daenerys had been an innocent when she left Braavos.  When she had been sold to
the Dothraki Khal Drogo that had all ended.  She had been raped and violated
but she soon turned the tables on her husband and soon had him following her
desires and plans.  Her time with the Dothraki had put her in tune with her
body and her desires for greatness.  Her time with the Khalasar had opened her
body to her love of sex.  She had quickly learned to listen to her body’s
desires and to fuck exuberantly.  Dany loved feeling her cunt and asshole
exploding in shocking orgasms of fucking bliss.  Doreah had taught her that. 
To let one’s body totally enjoying fucking and the pleasures it brings.  To
give your body totally and let your partner pleasure you if skilled.  Khal
Drogo was nothing it not skilled in bed.
Doreah taught her what she needed to pleasure Khal Drogo and unbeknownst to the
man he was quickly bent to the Khaleesi’s will.  She used the power of her
womanhood to bend the powerful Drogo to her desires and will.  Then Doreah had
taught the young Valyrian a much more important lesson.  She had also learned
that she really only wanted to lie with her own sex.  That only women gave her
the brass ring.  Only a woman could ever truly touch her soul.  Dany let her
body sing to her when Khal Drogo fucked her body but Doreah and then her hand
maidens had transported her to the heavens of orgasmic bliss. 
When she finished fucking the Khal he did not want to cuddle or hold Daenerys
after the act of sex was finished.  Dany was happy with that.  She had no
desire to be held by the man.  This was not so with Doreah or her Dothraki
handmaidens.  She longed and relished holding their sweat and cum soaked bodies
close to hers.  To have an exhausted woman purring as she melded her cum soaked
body to hers.  Their mouths melding tight as languid tongues kissed deep in
post coital bliss.
Dany had come to need that.  She had learned she was a lesbian.  She had had to
hide it.  No more.  She had learned who and what she was.  She was in a
position that allowed her to seek out that destiny now.  She had forged a
future where her desire for a female mate was possible.
Arya had led a sheltered shielded life.  Arya did not have the confidence or
experience yet to go for what she desired.  That was what Daenerys now
thought.  Arya had not the opportunity to explore her nature as Daenerys had. 
When this war was over the Queen would embark Arya on her journey of self-
discovery.  Dany shivered in anticipation.
Daenerys felt a feral smile cross her face.  She would make Arya her paramour
and her Queen. Gods the sex was going to be so fucking good. She shivered hard
again.  She hoped the future was indeed bright.
“Are you cold Dany” Arya asked from behind her squeezing her Queen harder.
“Yes but I am alright” Daenerys answered back the pressure of Arya’s grip had
her core on fire and wet.
She and Arya looked for Greywater Watch but of course did not find it.  They
wondered how a whole city simply could not be found.  It had buildings for
crying out loud.  What they did see was a land of swamps and bogs.  The watery
word had huge flowers that in the warmer climes bloomed profusely.  Lizard-
lions, and many snakes swam the water ways.  Pumas and red wolfs hunted the
hillocks and small wood lands that dotted the bogs.  Many trees were half-
drowned and covered in fungus, and beneath the water, quicksand waited to drown
anyone who attempted to walk the waters.
The Neck had always been considered the key to any assault on the north from
the south.  The King’s Road passed through the Neck.  Due to the difficult
terrain it became a narrow causeway, which was the only safe route to travel
through the swamps of the Neck during times of peace.  It was the same in times
of war but now the narrows of the Neck became a garrote to strangle and kill
the enemies of the North.  At the northern end of the causeway stood the
formidable ruins of Moat Cailin.  Fortunately, the way had been deliberately
left open by Eddard and his allies the Reeds.
Arya lay against Daenerys back and looked at the swamps. Her father spoke so
highly Howland Reed.  His father would always remember their fight at the Tower
of Joy in Dorne.  Howland had always been loyal and a true liege to her father.
Arya’s mind wondered.  She smiled into Daenerys back.  She brought up in her
mind the visions of Dany’s naked body as it jackknifed so hard flipping around
on her large royal bed.  The Queen masturbating expertly to drive her body to
the heights of ecstasy.  She missed her Dirty Warging as she called it now. 
She had come to look forward to the Queen letting Nymeria into her room at
night.  Her wolf the greedy mutt always wolfed down the treats the Queen had
waiting for Nymeria.
Then the Queen would drop her diaphanous gown to the floor and then slink up
onto her bed.  There was no other way to describe it.  Gods Arya had been in
heaven seeing Dany’s body in the throes of passion.  She so longed to
masturbate with the Queen side by side and then burying her face in that plump
pussy and sucking the Queen off again and again. She noticed the Queen loved to
play with and fuck her ass.  Arya had developed a lot of dirty thoughts of what
she would love to do to that beautiful derriere.
Now Nymeria was running around the edges of the column during the day and often
out at night ranging out into the local woodlands and plains surrounding the
Queen’s party.  Nymeria running with local wolves and bringing down prey.  Arya
would be warged into her wolf enjoying the thrill of the hunt and the thrill of
power as her direwolf bent the local wolf packs to her will.  It made Arya feel
so powerful.
Someone had power over her Arya thought.  Arya freely admitted that the Queen
had her wrapped around her finger.  The Queen was so beautiful.  Arya could not
help but want Dany’s body.  That desire was only enhanced by the woman’s
intelligence, kindness and sheer fire.  Arya could not help but be deeply in
love with Queen.
Arya had often wondered how some brave knight or powerful lord had not captured
the Queen’s heart.  She was just thankful that no one had as of yet.  It
allowed Arya to fantasy constantly about the Queen falling in love with her
without having reality get in the way of her sweet dreams and masturbatory
fantasies. 
Arya loved it when they found time to get in some sword practice in the early
morning or late after they had settled in the camp for the night and they
fought and practiced by firelight.  Arya fought her masters and Dany every day
for a short while to keep herself sharp and to look for little new techniques
to improve her skills.
Arya could not help but preen underneath the praise of the Sword Masters and
the Queen.  Arya always made sure to wince and rotate her left shoulder after
the training in the evening.  The Queen was always ready to rub in the
liniment.  Her fingers made her shoulder and her pussy feel so fucking good.  
She longed to have those hands roam further.  Arya repressed her moans now that
they had a close audience and no privacy.  She dare not let the Queen and her
High Lords know of her lesbian desires.
She had replayed again and again when Dany had stripped off her top asking her
to work her shoulders and work out the kinks of a hard workout.  Arya had been
a total chicken shit.  She was sure now the Queen had offered her body to her. 
Hadn’t she?  Well she was pretty sure she had.  Well maybe she had.  No, it
must be her imagination.  But it hadn’t been her imagination then maybe she had
hurt and pissed Dany off.  She had seemed stiff when she left.  Was that why
she had not asked Arya again to massage her body.  She was afraid to be
rebuffed again.  When Arya thought that she groaned at the missed opportunity. 
She had blown it!
Arrggggg! Arya hated her indecisiveness.  She wanted to be more aggressive like
her Direwolf but if she was wrong it would be catastrophic.  If Dany sent her
away she would die.  She would just die.
Arya daydreamed of running her hands all slippery with liniment all over Dany’s
body and then going back to the Queen’s chambers to wash in her bath except no
longer separately but together and making love in the bath before moving to the
bed and fucking the night through.
A girl could dream.
Arya resolved to be more aggressive with any opportunities.  She cried out in
her mind when her next thought had her back tracking and giving herself caveats
and backdoors to chicken out. 
How could she be so confident on the practice and battlefield and such a wimp
in the bedroom.  Hell she couldn’t even get to the bedroom!
Arya cried out in her mind.  I want Daenerys Targaryen!  She would have her. 
Just as soon as she grew a backbone she moaned to herself.
When they got to Winterfell she would seek out Margaery and Sansa. They would
know what to do.  She knew that Margaery would be pissed off that she had
crapped out and not even gotten close to using her oral techniques she had
explained to Arya.
Arya knew she had some crow to eat.  All that boastful talking and strutting
around about how she would make Daenerys hers.  Geez, she had totally blown
it.  What a wimp!
Her thoughts turned to her taciturn and so super straight as an arrow of a
father.  Oh man.  He was going to have such a cow when I tell him how much I am
in love with the Queen.  Then I will have to tell him what a gutless wonder I
am.  Her father had taught her to always be aggressive on the battlefield no
matter where it lay.
Arya worried over his reaction.  Her mother would be even worse; her mother was
always so … wait a minute … they accepted Margaery with open arms.  Arya
suddenly felt hope.  She smiled.  Sansa was going to marry a princess.  Arya
felt smug.  I would be marrying a Queen.
Dany turned Drogon around to fly back to their column.  Sigh, back to reality.
***** Portents and Meetings - Part I *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: As you will discover there are six viewpoints but only two in
     this chapter. The chapter simply became to big for me to work with. I
     have tried to keep the chapters to less than 30,000 words per chapter
     but have been sneaking past that limit by thousands of words of late.
     This chapter was 53,000 words.
     Writing the chapters is easy enough but the editing these bigger
     chapters drives me crazy. it overwhelms me. Thus, the splitting of
     chapters.
     I had to break it into two parts to work it. I will have to do this
     with future chapters. i try and break the chapters at logical break
     points. Even split in two the chapters are still large so you are
     still getting lots of story.
                                  Chapter 41
                        Portents and Meetings  - Part I
          Daenerys / Ygritte / Oberyn / Jon / Tyrion / Arya / Eddard
                                        
Daenerys
 
An anaconda.  That was the thought of Daenerys Targaryen the Queen of Westeros
as she looked out from her seat at the way point that had been setup at the
edge of the Neck just past Moat Cailin.  She had felt like a mighty snake
undulating its body up that narrow causeway.  For weeks she had felt so exposed
with the marshes on each side of her.  A land that was filled with quicksand
and hidden paths that only the Reeds knew. 
She had read that the neck had been the slaughter ground of countless armies
heading north to conquer the North.  It was a natural chokepoint and the Kings
of the North had used it protect their realm again and again.  It had been
Aegon that had solved that riddle.  With dragons.  He simply flew over the
bottleneck to attack his foes in the North.  When resistance did rise up on the
causeway his dragons were able to attack and kill or disperse the enemies.  He
sent the forces scurrying back to their marsh homes, else, they burned.  He was
never able to find Greywater Watch either but what he had needed was to keep
the causeway open and Moat Cailin suppressed. 
Fortunately, her unofficial treaty with Reeds had alleviated the need to
actively worry about the Reeds and their intentions.  They simply remained
hidden.  The Queen knew the House of Reed would not attack her and yet it was
still immensely unsettling to know you are being watched constantly.  Daenerys
had become very skilled at the arts of subterfuge and how to pierce similar
veils.  However the Reeds remained hidden she was not able to pierce their
camouflage. 
Her neck ached from her constant craning of her neck from looking side to side
looking for some sign of the Reeds.  Any sign.  With her dragons she would have
been able to wreck havoc if attacked for they would have to expose themselves
to at least a degree.  Still, the harm they could have inflicted would have
been grievous to her forces.
She was happy for their neutrality at the least and unseen support at best.
Daenerys tapped her fingers on the table top of her war council table.  The
weather had been raining for the last four days but last night the weather blew
out to sea.  The sky was a bright cerulean blue.  The wind was down and the air
crisp.  She had moved the council table and chairs outside so she could enjoy
the clean air.  While traveling the Neck the smell of the swamp was never far. 
It came to permeate her nostrils and very clothing with every breath.  It was
not a noxious smell but she was happy to be beyond it. 
Daenerys looked up and saw Rhaegal flying overhead doing lazy circles.  Drogon
was in the North over the beachheads giving her the intel she needed to make
sure all was proceeding apace there and it was.  He had landed just this
morning and the commander of the beachhead and the quartermaster at the beach
in turn had held up the large board written in chalk.  On the board the numbers
of troops and supplies by type they had tallied.  On another board was written
any observations or requests.
Daenerys looking through her dragon’s eyes had seen the information.  The Queen
had written down the numbers for Missandei.  Her little scribe then compared
these figures with her schedules and all was exactly on schedule.  Again
Daenerys was thankful that she had Tyrion and Missandei to handle the logistics
of her campaign.  Tyrion with now Olenna were making sure the supplies were
heading out of King’s Landing and the Stormlands in a judicious manner while
Missandei was making sure that all was well at the end destinations.  Their
management allowed Daenerys to focus on strategy and make sure that morale was
maintained at a high level.
She saw her Bloodriders off in the distance practicing with the Baratheon
brothers.  The two brothers were holding off her three Bloodriders.  Daenerys
could clearly hear the difference between the elder and the younger.  Renly was
whooping it up and cursing away with her Bloodriders.  He was laughing as he
almost got tagged with the blunted Arakhs of her Dothraki.  Stannis was not
laughing.  He fought with a grim determination as if his life was at stake.  As
Daenerys observed, she deemed she would rather have the “tooth gnasher” than
the “jester” at her side in combat.  Combat was serious business.
Missandei went walking by with Shadowclaw jumping around her feet and rubbing
into her mistress.  The trip up the causeway of the Neck had been hard on the
animals.  The causeway having hemmed them in with the advancing column.  Her
sappers had worked wonders driving wooden pylons into the mud deep enough to
hit firm ground.  The engineers had put wooden slates down to create platforms
to build tents on and to allow kitchens to be set up by the cooks at each
night’s station to still provide hot meals. 
The platforms allowed for tents to be erected that the officers cold reside
in.  the rest of the column had to rest on the berms or the ground where the
land was widen in places to allow parts of the columns to camp there in small
pup tents or on bed rolls with clear skies.  Her initial scouts had marked the
lack of space and forage for the horses of the knights and wagons traveling
with the columns.  Tyrion and Missandei had made sure large stores of grain and
oats had been stored with large quantity of feed bags to feed the horses. 
The structures would not last for long with the pylons in time working loose in
the muck and collapsing but that would take several years.  Whatever battles to
be fought would be fought long before that time.  Daenerys intended to defeat
the Ice King with Eddard Stark quickly and decisively.  She instinctually
believed the Ice King had the same thoughts. 
The Queen watched the plains cat get in front of her scribe and face the small
scribe.  The caracal jumped up on Missandei and wiggled up over her shoulder
and rested her forepaws on Missandei’s back with her head resting on the top of
the interpreter’s shoulder.  The cat’s long body and legs hung on the front of
the scribe’s body.  The little woman grunted when her not so little cat jumped
up on her but she accepted the weight.  As she walked past the Queen, Daenerys
heard Missandei cooing to her cat “What’s my little baby want … uuummmm … your
such a sweatie … mommy just loves you so much!”  The cat’s loud purrs easily
audible. 
Geez the cat is spoiled rotten!
As the Queen sat observing her surroundings she idly rubbed Nymeria behind her
ears as the wolf woofed and rumbled in pleasure.  Whenever the Queen stopped
scratching the large direwolf, Nymeria would bump the Queen’s hand hard and
whimper till Daenerys again started scratching.  The wolf’s tongue lulling out
in pleasure.
Arya had gone off with Oberyn to inspect the cavalry.  Arya had formed a bond
with the Red Viper and both Baratheons.   Anything that got Stannis to loosen
up was a plus Daenerys thought to herself.  Arya’s easy manner and genuine
interest in people drew them to her.  It had drawn her in the Queen mused.  She
stopped scratching the wolf lost in her thoughts and Nymeria whined again until
Daenerys absently started rubbing her ears again.
She looked over at Missandei feeding Shadowclaw some tasty bits of meat that
she bent her arm up and back to feed the cat where she had her head resting on
her shoulder.  She was again reminded how fortunate to have the small scribe
and interpreter in her confidence.  The little woman had persevered in cracking
the code of the missive that had been provided to them.
Daenerys blood boiled again at what Missandei had decoded.  The Houses of Frey
and Bolton were going to turn on Eddard and by that fact alone if there had
been nothing else she was going to side by Eddard herself if need be.  The
thought of sedition always made her blood boil.  She had held this knowledge
between herself, Missandei, Arya, Barristan and Syrio.  They knew of the
subterfuge and Game of Thrones she was playing along with Eddard.  Now was not
the time to let the other houses know of the sedition in Eddard’s camp. 
They would probably welcome it.  Enemy of my enemy is my friend. 
Arya had informed her that her father detested the man but could never find the
proof he felt he needed to bring charges against the man.  Arya also related to
Daenerys her father wanted to avoid bloodshed among his Lords if at all
possible.  Bolton may be an ass but he ran his House well and his men supported
their titular head.  Dany did not care.  He was a cancer that would be
exorcized.  Hopefully, the war would bring his death.  If not, and necessary,
it would be her hand that would slay the evil vile man.
Daenerys knew she would have to speak to Edmure as well.  He had a cancer in
his own Lands.  The thought that the leaders of these houses could even
contemplate turning against their allies and Lords galled the Queen no end. 
She had read as much as there was about the Ice Wright King and she had read
nothing in it that made her think the man or thing would ever honor any pact it
signed with Men.  The Ice King seemed to be a totally implacable foe bent on
total destruction of all Men.
She was already devising strategies to deal with their sedition.  She was sure
that Eddard and Edmure would have their own ideas.  Roose Bolton had taken to
the field to lead his House.  Walder Frey was still at The Twins.  She would be
paying him a visit after the battle.  His death would be most pleasing.
Missandei walked back by her again with her cat now seemingly asleep on her
shoulder still purring.  She wondered why she put up with the cat making such
heavy demands of her affection.  One had to keep their pets under control.
She felt her hand knocked up hard again.  She had forgotten to scratch Nymeria
like she was supposed to.  She glared down at the mighty Direwolf.  The wolf
had its head turned back to look at Daenerys regally with her tongue hanging
out panting softly.  Suddenly the wolf rolled onto her back and looked back at
Dany with her head cocked upside down.  “Whoff whoff” sounds followed by
whimpers as the wolf wiggled her feet in the air.
“Geezzzz” the Queen sighed as she got out of her chair and got on her knees
beside the large powerful wolf and started to scratch her belly and the area
between her now jerking forelegs which started to work like she was chasing a
rabbit on spastic legs.  “Wooff woof wofffff wofff” Nymeria signaled her
pleasure.  Her head now stilled and eyes slit in pleasure.
Daenerys looked at Missandei and smiled.  When she had asked her scribe how she
had made her breakthrough she told the Queen of her hidden benefactor. 
Daenerys had listened intently.  She had a first been a little miffed that Andi
had not told her of this hidden benefactor to begin with.  Daenerys had
listened how Missandei was sure the “woman” had been visiting her at night but
had not done anything.  Somehow her secret helper had sensed her problems and
had provided her the solution to the scribe’s dilemma. 
Missandei described how the papers and compass were floating in the air and how
the color green showed Missandei where to look.  It was her long time friend’s
descriptions of how this woman helped her that opened the eyes of the Queen. 
Her friend and most trusted of advisors insisted she knew that this late night
visitor was a woman. When Daenerys had asked how she knew Missandei had told
Daenerys “a woman knows these things” and then blushed. 
It was in that moment that Daenerys knew her friend was in love with her
faceless lover. The next instant Daenerys realized her friend was gay like
herself.  She had looked at her longtime friend with sudden new appreciation. 
She had never guessed.  But seeing her friend nearly swooning describing her
benefactor opened the Queen’s eyes.  Daenerys had shaken her head softly
wondering how she had never not seen it before.
Daenerys was a little embarrassed to admit it to herself but she had almost
seen Missandei as sexless.  She had never shown any interest in men or the
fairer sex.  She was always focused on her tasks and performed them admirably. 
Actually, her work was beyond compare.  She had seemed dedicated to her work
only.  Of course she had not been.  She was a young woman who had the drives of
all young girls at that age.  The fact that her desires ran towards women only
made the Queen like her scribe all the more.
Daenerys turned it over in her mind that.  She had still missed it.  The Queen
prided herself on being totally in tune with her close advisors.  It made her a
good ruler.  Still, she had had a potential mate right under her nose for
years.  Daenerys was a woman who prided herself on being totally aware of her
environment and not letting anything slip by.  Then why had she missed it?  She
could only come to the conclusion that Missandei had come into her service so
young, sweet and innocent that she had never thought to consider Andi in that
light.  She wondered if she had missed something precious but in the next
instant decided she had not.  Missandei was a wonderful person but she was too
… what? (the Queen reflected on the quality lacking in her scribe that made her
overlook the sweet young teenager) … calm and staid was Daenerys conclusion
turning the thoughts over in her head.  Missandei always wanted to leave the
combat and action to her Queen and others and would get faint just thinking
about throwing oneself into combat.
Dany was embarrassed to admit it but Missandei was too meek for her.  She
needed a woman with fire and passion in her veins to meet all the challenges of
life no matter the origin.  Especially the fire to meet physical challenges.
Daenerys needed as her Queen a woman who was a warrior like herself.   A woman
how did not hesitate to throw herself in the middle of the storm.  She needed a
woman who was adventurous and willing to take risks.  A woman who would not shy
away from combat.  A woman like Arya.  Daenerys rubbed Nymeria’s belly harder
thinking of the wolf’s master.  The great wolf whimpered in pleasure at the
rough rubbing on its belly and chest.  Arya was a warrior born like herself. 
She knew that Arya would seek battle out just like herself.
That was the kind of woman that Daenerys desired in her lover and wife. 
Suddenly, her scribe squealed loudly and jumped back.  She cried out and
whinnied like a little girl.  This had the Queen chuckling at the antics of her
longtime friend.  She looked at Missandei as she now squealed loudly and began
to jump all around.  She lurched around hopping from foot to foot all the time
squeaking.  Missandei pointed her finger crying out in distress.  Daenerys
leaned forward to see what had her scribe so agitated.   It was then Daenerys
saw that Missandei had disturbed a small mouse that ran across her path in
sudden starts and stops constantly changing directions.
Missandei squealed and jumped even louder and higher.  This dislodged
Shadowclaw who tumbled down but alighted afoot like the cat she was.  The
caracal looked up at her master aggrieved as Andi continued squealing and
pointing at the little mouse.  “Save me Shadow!  Help!”  The caracal spotted
the offending mouse and leapt high in the air (almost as high as Missandei and
landed on the mouse with its forepaws and dispatched the offending mouse with a
bite.  Now Missandei covered her eyes as her pet ate its meal “Eewwwwwww!”
Daenerys shook her head.  No.  Missandei was most definitely not the type of
woman that attracted her ardor. 
That led the Queen to a thought that disturbed her and one she had no answer
for.  It had bothered her since the night of the revelation of the necessary
information to solve the riddle of papers from the satchel stolen from House
Frey.  Missandei had been glum at first but was assured that her “secret
admirer” would return.  Missandei had not wanted to talk in depth about this
woman.  Daenerys could understand her interpreter’s desires.
The Queen knew they were in debt to this “woman”.  If the Houses of Bolton and
Frey nefarious plans had not been exposed the results could have been
disastrous.  If this woman choose to not reveal herself, it was a potential
danger.  This unknown and unseen woman had proven that she was capable of
passing through their pickets unseen.
Daenerys remembered clearly the night that Missandei had come to her.  She had
told the Queen that she had gone to sleep fairly early and then her visitor had
made her unknown appearance and magically left the clues to let the scribe
solve the cypher code of the document.
What disturbed the Queen was how easily this “woman” seemed to slip through her
defense pickets.  They had circled their wagons around the royal encampment as
a barrier double wide.  She had brought Worm Tail and one hundred Unsullied on
the march to guard the royal compound that was erected every night.  The
Unsullied’s discipline was absolute.  They did not get sleepy or distracted on
duty.  The Queen had two of her Bloodriders on station throughout the night. 
This heavy guard was maintained every night.  That night she had walked around
the compound area with Arya looking at the stars.  She remembered that
Barristan, Syrio and Oberyn were sitting and talking by happenstance near
Missandei’s wagon.  In fact Oberyn had joked her screams were indeed quite
something to hear as she masturbated. 
All this vigilance had been on guard and still this woman had slipped through
of all these eyes and their honed senses.  How?  Daenerys had developed almost
a sixth sense to danger.  She had felt nothing.  What woman had those kind of
skills?  Not even she could hope to slip unseen through so much defense.  She
had heard that Shadowbenders could bend shadows to hide themselves.  Was a
witch of Asshai involved?  She knew Jon Snow had two such wives but she sure
this was not them.  Then who?
She wondered if the person had been a Faceless One.  They seemed to have such
skills.  She doubted it though.  It did not feel like their style.  To first
steal the documents and then sneak into her camp months later just did not seem
like the way the performed their duties or contracts.  They wanted to do
something quick and without getting involved with the circumstances around
them.  They were called the assassins guild for a reason.  She suspected they
had other talents but they wanted to perform their missions and depart.  This
woman was following their train up the King’s Road.  First in King’s Landing
and now in the open this ‘woman’ seemed to easily penetrate the best of
defenses.  It was an unsettling thought. 
Daenerys decided that she could not solve this riddle currently.  She wondered
if Missandei’s “secret admirer” would appear again having helped Andi solve the
documents.  She wondered about that.  She would have to check with Eddard with
how the traitorous houses behaved.  Missandei had made it clear that magic was
involved with the floating and spinning pages and compass.  The green line from
the compass and green glow on the page itself.  If the Houses had thought their
plans had been stolen they would have backed out.  She again trusted her
instincts.  She was sure the “woman” had somehow copied the documents
unbeknownst to the traitors. 
The “woman” helping them had wanted Daenerys to know the plans of House Frey
and Bolton.  This woman wanted swift and brutal justice brought to bear. 
Justice she would be more than happy to provide.  Varys had reported that a
sparrow had sang a tune of an ambush of Houses Bolton and Frey that left many
dead on the King’s Road many months ago.  Their bodies had been butchered in up
close combat with bodies ripped apart by a small woman with her bare hands. 
With no effort it was reported.  This woman had some kind of magical voice that
echoed.  After the fight was over she had then just disappeared.
Could this be the same woman?  Daenerys wondered.  She and Arya were strong. 
They were lightning fast and skilled.  One part of the report she discounted
but she could not help but worry on it.  This ‘woman’ had dodged all blows
except one.  A massive doubled headed battleax had landed square on her head. 
The woman had not died.  In fact the witnesses said the blade exploded into
shards and the woman did not even seem to feel it.
Could anyone fight such a woman?  Thankfully, this woman seemed to be one their
side.  Would she continue?
The Queen looked out over the open grasslands that they had entered upon
leaving the neck.  It felt like freedom to her.  She had felt the eyes of the
Reeds on her the whole way of their journey up the neck.  Reports from previous
columns and supply trains had reported the same feelings.  The queen had taken
all three of her dragons up one day and crisscrossed the neck at their location
for that day flying low.  It had been most frustrating to her.  Her dragons had
far seeing eyes with extremely sharp focus and could see beyond the light that
humans could see and still the Reeds remained hidden.
She had been frustrated at being bested but she did not let it rankle her. 
They were allies playing it close.  She could understand it.  They were not
about to give away this advantage they had.  They might need it someday in the
future.
Dany’s thought again went back to the sedition of House Frey of the Riverlands
and House Bolton of the North.  That such vipers could exist in such lands of
honor, especially in the lands of the Starks and their long history of fairness
and equanimity, angered her greatly.  It even confused her slightly how such
evil could come to be when there was no reason for it to take root and then
bloom into such foul fruit.
Missandei had had her revelation at the start of their journey up the long Neck
of Westeros.  She had talked to Barristan and Arya about the news she had
received from Missandei.  Syrio was from Essos so would have no knowledge. 
Arya merely spoke of Roose being “creepy” and that her father did not trust him
but never felt he had proof that he could just justify forcing his House to
dispose the man.  It would definitely mean going to war and her father
desperately wanted to avoid open conflict if at all possible.
Barristan had been able add little to the situation up in “the North” as he
phrased it.  He could speak little of the Frey’s except that the Lord of the
House of Frey was Walder Frey and that he had sired what seemed like countless
children by multiple wives.  The man was a wretch and seemed obsessed with
elevating his house by marriage.  Barristan knew it was done by all the houses
but Walder Frey took it to the highest levels.  None liked the man.  Barristan
rarely spoke ill of anyone.
“The man is an asshole Dany.”  He paused for a moment.  “I would not put it
past him to invoke the “guest right” with someone visiting his castle and then
slitting their throats in the middle of the night.  He truly has no honor.”
Daenerys had mulled over his words for several days.  The next day the Queen
had Missandei gather up a ream of parchments.  They put her royal seal on it. 
The next morning Daenerys made a show of sending Barristan back to King’s
Landing with updates to give the small council on their mission into the North
to keep them appraised. 
The real mission was for Barristan to plumb the moths, spiders and sparrows of
Varys and Olenna.  Tyrion always had his ear to the ground and had spent a
lifetime observing the royalty of Westeros.  The Queen requested that they
spend a day pulling together what was known on the traitors and then Barristan
would bring the reports to her.  She wanted as much information she could get. 
Hopefully, if Tyrion, Varys and Olenna beat the blankets something of import
would be seen that had been hidden.
The three were to be sworn to silence on the matter.  Daenerys in her message
she sent with Barristan made it clear to Olenna that she did not want any
information handed out to Margaery and then to Eddard.  She wanted to make sure
it was handled in a way that multiple objectives could be achieved at once.
The next morning Barristan was ready with his saddle and his satchel of
parchments.  Nymeria had come out to him as Arya joined her to see off her dear
friend, knight and general.  Barristan kissed Arya’s knuckles gallantly.  Dany
smiled seeing Arya blush mightily.  Yes, indeed.  Arya was indeed an innocent. 
Dany loved that innocence but she would soon be seducing her sweet wolf and
teaching her the ways of love, the world and amore. 
Barristan scratched Nymeria’s ears and ruffled her coat along the wolf’s neck
and shoulder girdle.  The wolf’s tongue lulled out as she pushed into
Barristan’s fingers.  Nymeria then flopped onto her back and demanded her belly
be rubbed and throat played with.   Barristan obliged.  The wolf was now
whimpering her back twisting on the ground while her tail thrashed and her legs
kicked.  Arya laughed at her wolf who only barked at her in return enjoying
being spoiled rotten.
Dany had called for Viserion a minute ago.  He now appeared on the horizon
several seconds later.  The dragon flying leisurely till he was several miles
out.  Suddenly the dragon put on a huge burst of speed.  Roughly ten seconds
later his mighty bulge caught up to the persons on the ground.  The loud
trumpet made everyone look up at his rapid approach. 
Less than two minutes later Viserion landed a hundred yards from Barristan and
ran over roaring in his rage.  His neck straining with the force of his
bugles.  Viserion slowed when he got near Barristan.  The dragon shot his head
out and down.  The dragon quickly insinuated his head between Barristan and
Nymeria.  The dragon was rumbling and pushing against Nymeria pushing her away
from Barristan in a pique of jealous rage.
The wolf growled and tried to push back but the dragon was simply too large to
be moved at all.  Nymeria barked furiously at the intrusion.  Viserion quickly
got its neck between man and wolf and half circled Barristan.  Viserion twisted
his supple upper neck and glared down at the Direwolf.  Nymeria looked up the
large white dragon and woofed ducking underneath the dragon’s neck and came up
on the other side of Barristan and jumped up putting her feet on his shoulders
and licking his face avidly.
Dany, Arya and Barristan stood while smiling and chuckling at the two jealous
rivals.  Viserion had bonded with Barristan when he was a hatchling.  With
Nymeria all knew it was a bit more complicated.  The wolf loved all that her
masters loved but she was definitely working to make Viserion jealous.  The
evil Direwolf loved tweaking her rival for Barristan’s affections.
Viserion’s roars of distress were hard on the ears as Daenerys started to laugh
out loud at the spectacle.  Viserion quickly whipped his body around and again
used his head to butt into the wolf and got its head between Barristan and
Nymeria all the while grumbling darkly.  Barristan then reached up and hugged
his dragon tightly and scratched his cheeks like he liked.  The dragon began to
purr in a loud rumble that all could feel within a hundred feet from him.  The
white dragon’s tail lifted off the ground and shook making a whipping sound.
Nymeria having had her fun returned to her two masters.  Arya scolded her wolf
for being “mean” to Viserion but she did not look guilty one bit.  Soon
Barristan had saddled up and they were prepared to leave.  Viserion looked down
at Nymeria and glared at the Direwolf while half growling a threat.  Nymeria
turned so her tail faced the dragon she lifted her tail and wiggled it in a
sign of wolf f-you. 
The dragon snorted and launched himself and Barristan into the air and they
were soon gone off to the horizon as they flew south by west.
They continued their journey up the neck.
On the beginning of the fourth day after Barristan’s departure Viserion was on
the horizon.  Daenerys could feel her son returning.  She had lagged behind the
column with Arya, Missandei.  They had brought an extra horse for Barristan to
ride.   By now the excitement of seeing dragons had worn off with the men and
Lords of the Great Houses.
Soon the white dragon with his bronze markings flared back to land on the
causeway.  Daenerys smiled seeing the dragon looking all around suspiciously
for the direwolf.  The dragon’s head moving up and down looking around and
underneath the horses seeing if Nymeria was laying low to ambush.  The direwolf
was always trying to get near Barristan when Viserion was around.  Not seeing
Nymeria the dragon relaxed as Barristan dismounted.  Barristan turned to rub
and scratch the dragon and pressed his forehead to Viserion’s snout and rubbed
their faces.  The dragon snorted happily.  Satisfied with his affection
quotient the dragon launched himself into the air and flew off to the east. 
Daenerys could see in his mind that he was off for the Vale.  Her dragons had
an affinity for the high mountains of the Vale.  She wondered if they have an
instinctive pull towards mountains like their ancestral home of Valyria. 
Barristan got on his horse and they slowly walked down the causeway staying a
short distance from the advancing column.  Barristan began to report to the
queen what he had learned.  He had a satchel but handed it to Missandei.   It
was the written reports and thoughts of Daenerys’ agents in King’s Landing. 
Daenerys knew that Missandei would look through the reports to mine any little
nuggets that Barristan may overlook in his overview gloss.
Barristan reported to the Queen what he had learned.  Unfortunately little
could be added.  Most of the information was merely confirmation of what was
already supposed.  One was a revelation to Barristan and Daenerys.  It was
reported but never proved that Roose Bolton still practiced the right of “first
night”.  Daenerys not being of the North was unfamiliar with the practice.
Arya spoke up “It is an old right that used to be practiced in the North.  My
family has outlawed it for many generations and my father has reiterated his
hate for the practice.  ‘First Right’ gives the Lord of a House the right to
sleep with the bride before the husband.  He takes the woman’s maidenhead.  The
Starks outlawed it centuries ago.” 
All saw the Queen’s ire flare and her face flush with her anger.  All knew of
her past and her visceral hate of rape.  The thought of a Lord abusing his
power in such a way filled the young Queen with great anger.  All knew she was
remembering herself being sold off as a token by her brother to Khal Drogo to
procure the army he sought to invade Westeros with.  All knew of her rape night
after night.  Fortunately, it did not break the young child but instead
hardened her into Valyrian steel.  All knew she would always carry that scar in
her and would react violently against the act.
Barristan then brought the conversation back to the heraldry on the flag of
House Bolton.  The Queen knew it well since it was a major house in the north. 
Barristan continued “as we have surmised ‘The Flayed Man’ … that is not just
figurative with Roose.  He still practices the vile act though none can prove
it and Eddard Stark has expressively forbidden it.  It is a case of the
“common” knowledge but having no proof.  He is most surreptitious in his
illegal acts.  The man is most vile.  I will gladly gut and eviscerate him if
you will let me my Queen.”
“That I may allow my old friend.  Unless I do it myself” Daenerys murmured
darkly.  Arya had looked at her with glittering eyes.  The Queen knew the
little wolf would gladly help her liege to flay a certain Lord.
Barristan then told the Queen of the again “rumors” of Roose’s bastard son
Ramsey.  The boy was pudgy and not a warrior at all.  The knight told the Queen
that some men from contacts that Varys had made were willing to come forward to
give witness to the hunts.  They would only testify if given new lives away
from House Bolton and amnesty.  The Queen looked at her old friend for a long
time. 
“Why was I not told of this or word sent to Eddard?  Were these men part of the
hunt?”
“First, you were not told my Queen because the focus is on the war effort.  All
know of the Bolton’s depravity.  This is merely confirmation.  With not
relaying to Eddard, I asked.  Varys told me simply that such things had not
been done in the past.  It was information for the Iron Throne.  Not for the
Wardens.
“To answer your second question the men say they are innocent of the hunt.  The
men are hands in the stables that heard Ramsey and his men bragging of their
hunts.  They saw several of the women after the hunt.  It was most heinous what
the men saw.  They are lowly stable hands and could do nothing.  I agree with
that assessment.    
“I will kill him personally!” was the Queen’s response.  Daenerys was filled
with raging anger.
Barristan report of House Frey was less filled with acts of despicable sadism. 
The report repeated what all knew.  The report of the spies on House Frey
showed a House that was not near as grand as they thought they were.  Their
only glimpse of greatness had been the building of their castle as such a
strategic chokepoint.  The castle of the Frey’s controlled all the commerce and
travel routes in that area of Westeros. Their tax collections helped fill the
coffers of King’s Landing the Queen knew but it made the House fabulously
wealthy.
They seemed to have little to show for it.  The castle was said to be a dour
place.  The seemed to be no wealth on display or using their wealth to further
their House to greater heights.  It seemed to be a stagnant place.  In many
ways Daenerys was shocked that such a small seeming man could even contemplate
thinking so large.  He had definitely overreached his station.  He would be
dealt with most harshly.
The Queen hated sedition almost as much as rape.  She was frustrated at the
dearth of information.  She had hoped for something grand but it did not
surprise her really.  These Houses were not Great Houses and tended to be
overlooked.  In a way this war was a benefit.  It had revealed this infection
and it would be burned out.  The infection had been detected before it became a
death threat.
The party now moved in easy comradery up the King’s Road.  The Queen was happy
to put the marshlands of the Reed’s behind them.  The feel of silent eyes
watching her had made her feel jangled and uptight.  Now she was able to relax.
She looked out over the land of the North that was just above the marshlands of
the Reeds.  The vast grasslands were beautiful to behold.  She knew of the
small hamlets and small to medium sized farms doting the landscape which made
the land look like some idyllic painting in a museum.  They had advanced three
day’s journey past the Neck and she called a rest.  It had taken a day and half
for the entire long train to pass through the neck.  The narrow passage slowing
travel.  The tension of the travel up the neck had to be worked out their
system. 
The Queen looked around at his wild seemingly untamed land.  People lived on
this land and lived well but the very land still had a feel of wildness to it. 
That man had never conquered like they had the land further south.  This was
the land of Arya’s birth.  People came out to see the column passing by when
they would pass a farm or small hamlet.  These people had seen multiple columns
now pass by them.  First columns from the North and the Riverlands.  Then the
forces of the Queen had started to pass them as they led their quiet lives.    
The Queen had given strict orders to treat all the locals with respect and
adhere to all the customs that Missandei had created briefs for.  These written
reports given to the officers and if none could read a sept or Maester had been
tapped to travel with the column.  The locals would be respected and shown the
utmost honor.
Daenerys shook her head.  She had heard reports of the locals becoming in some
cases quite enamored with her forces in some instances.  Eddard had left his
own commands mirroring hers in regard to her forces.  The barriers of distrust
had been lowered.  It seemed some of the locals had taken a fancy to the men
and some women with the foreign accents and strange customs.  Dany was sure
babies were being sired.  She sighed.  She would have to send magistrates back
down the King’s Highway to setup a support network for the yet unborn
children. 
The women who were partaking in nights of wild passionate sex would be given
assistance for their children.  Daenerys knew all about raging hormones.  Her
love of the female body protected her from the issue of having to worry about
issue of her body she smirked to herself.  For her it did not matter that it
was prophesized that she would bear no children.  She did rue the fact that she
would be barren but life was full of disappointments. 
Yesterday she and Arya had seen a group of seven girls by the road.  They
started jumping up and down as they approached.  They were in their late to
mid-teens.  They squealed that it was the “Queen and the young Wolf!”  They
thronged the small rabble of horses and called out to Daenerys and to Arya. 
Two of the girls had visited Winterfell and they told Arya that they remembered
how polite and nice she had been to their visiting party.  It seemed all the
Starks had made quite the impression on the girls.  The teenage girls made this
clear.  In fact quite the impression indeed Daenerys learned!
“My name is Winnie.  Please stay the night with me Arya!  I want to fuck you so
baadddd!”  The cute redhead of maybe nineteen gasped up to Arya.  Her bodice
filled with large breast of milky white skin.  Her face quite beautiful and her
green eyes filled with fire for Arya.  The Queen fumed knowing this girl saw
this meeting as her chance to sleep with royalty.  She would be the Queen of
this small hamlet with that trophy.  She batted her eyelashes at Arya and
touched her calf with a delicate touch.  “I am quite skilled in bed!”
Arya’s face went beet red.  Daenerys felt her jealousy flare but it ameliorated
when she felt Arya saddle her horse close to hers.  The separation between Arya
and the tart most satisfying.
“You are very beautiful Winnie but I am spoken for.”
The girl looked at the glaring Queen and gulped and backed off then her eyes
flared.  Her shoulders had started to sag in defeat but then squared again
throwing her shoulders out and her ample bosom forward.  “I will fuck you
both!” 
Egads the Queen thought.  This girl was forward!  Daenerys was happy to put
that group of young girls behind them.
As this day had passed more and more people were by the road.  Word was
spreading of the Queen and the young princess of Eddard Stark.  They whispered
loudly that they were bonded and the Queen did nothing to dissuade them of
that.  It kept the hussies away from her Arya and fanned her own secret
desires.  She noticed Arya did not dissuade the rumors either.  Hope kindled in
Daenerys chest.  Damn she couldn’t wait for this war to be over so she could
pursue and bed her wolf!
The Queen noticed how the people seemed to worship Arya and how embarrassed and
humble she was at her subjects adore for the young Stark.  The qualities only
made her people bond the more with her.  It seemed the Starks had the common
touch in spades.  It reminded Daenerys that she needed to never lose that touch
herself.  She could see how the people were one with their warden.  She could
see in the people’s reactions to Arya and how they respected and honored
Eddard’s edicts to show peace and respect to her forces that the people of the
North truly loved the House Stark.
Her forces were only four weeks away from Winterfell now as the camps were
extended up the King’s Highway.  The Queen had made that the demarcation line
of further advance until she sent word. She was quickly catching up to her
armor and supplies sent up the King’s Highway and her three established
beachheads had already funneled vast forces and supplies into the North up
along the wall in the East and to the King’s Highway.
All her plans were coming to fruition.
Her cooks were sharing food around their camps every night and the locals were
happily eating the large meals set aside for them.  The children were ravenous
for newly prepared spicy food of the South and the women were relieved to not
cook.  She had female cooks from Essos, Dorne and Dothraki making up her camp
cooks.  Many had all the cock and pussy they could handle from the local
populace.  The Dothraki women had started to form harems and were talking about
putting down roots here with their fillies.  The local women easily fell under
the spell of these beautiful, exotic women with their strange rough accents. 
Dothraki women were aggressive in their desires and most women swooned with
such affections.  Most women loved the bad girl.
The women were dominate and loved all these submissive women.  They knew the
Queen would demand that they and their lasses be free to live their lives
together if they so desired.  She was saving these people after all.  If not
they would bring their fillies back South or over to the Free Cities in Essos
were homosexuality was much more tolerated and even celebrated in the major
cities on the East Coast of Essos.
Daenerys sighed.  The coming problem of pregnancy and her Dothraki women
claiming women was something she would have to deal with in time.  That was a
headache for another day after the war.  A sad thought came across the queen’s
mind.  There would most probably many grieving mothers, sisters and wives. 
Wars were really only good at one thing.  Killing.  There would many widows in
the days to come and young lasses with no men to court them.  Daenerys
smirked.  It would give her Dothraki women more of an opportunity.  Dany would
work to make it hard on them though.  She hoped with all her might she could
keep the causalities low. 
Evening fell and they reached the next camp.  Here they would rest for a short
while.  The royal tents were setup and the wagons circled around them as
another defensive perimeter.  She saw Arya rubbing her face into Nymeria’s
neck.  That made her wonder.  She had a feral smile as she looked at Arya’s
back knowing she had been warging into Nymeria to watch her masturbate night
after night getting her rocks off back in King’s Landing.  She hoped that the
girl was doing more than just getting a show. She hoped the girl was dreaming
of being the Queen’s lover.
“Arya?  Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure Dany.”
“When you warg into Nymeria what happens?  Do you become like one with her or
is it more like with my dragons; a sharing?”
Daenerys smiled seeing Arya look guilty for a moment.  “Normally when you warg
you ‘take the skin’ and it is almost like you are one with your animal.  All
your senses become fused with your animal.  When I warg into Nymeria and she is
on the hunt I feel her exhilaration and I feel her leaping on her prey and
tearing their throat out.  I taste the meat and blood.  I smell the kill.  I of
course see and hear it all.
“In fact, one has to be careful to not become the animal and fade away.  None
of us do in our family.  We and our Direwolves have a perfect symbiosis.”
Daenerys was intrigued.  “So you experience all the wolf’s senses when you
become one with Nymeria?” Daenerys asked.  “You smell scents in the air, the
tang of one’s sweat.  The sounds she would hear with her sensitive ears?”
Arya squirmed a little and got a dreamy look on her face.  “Yeah I experience
it all … (in a very soft voice but one heard by the Queen Arya said – gods you
smell good) … that is the blessing and curse of warging.  The intensity of it.”
“So you can’t control your body during it?”
“When I warg totally, when I merge completely with Nymeria I cannot.  Sometimes
on the hunt … other times … I have had difficulty at first pulling away.  I am
still learning all the ramifications of being able to warg.”
“But what if you don’t fully merge?”
“Yeah, I can do that … I guess like you do with dragons … but the emotional
bond you share with your animal when you warg is so strong and beautiful that
one is drawn to it.  It feels wrong and leaves one disconcerted if you don’t
fully warg into your familiar.  In passing, you might partially merge for a
short time but it is called warging for a reason.  One merges with your beast. 
You just can’t let it control you though.  People have lost themselves inside
their animals.  Does that help?”
The Queen had wanted to know since Arya had been doing her “Naughty Warging”. 
Daenerys liked the idea of Arya being totally spiritually inside Nymeria as the
wolf watched her so intently as she jilled off over and over.  Also, knowing
that Arya was focused only on her while she masturbated was very intoxicating. 
She imagined Arya must masturbate a storm the instant she came out of Nymeria. 
Gods that must be so hot Daenerys thought.
As the sun was setting Oberyn was in a grass field doing his spear routines
with some local youths watching slacked jawed at his speed and grace.  The
horndog was laughing and flirting with boys and girls alike and it looked like
he had a receptive audience.
Daenerys shook her head admiring the man’s constant pursuit of carnal
delights.  It looked like he would have a tent full of “fuck-buddies” as he
called them.  For Oberyn sex was an expression of one’s love of life.  A joy to
share with others.  The man had ambition Arya commented to her Queen beside
her.  Arya was nonplussed at the man’s appetites and his ability to find
willing fuck partners at night.  Suddenly, Nymeria came up and gripped the end
of his spear as he was putting the blast on three lasses and two boys.  With
his lightning fast reflexes Oberyn prevented the Direwolf from snatching the
spear from his grasp.  Both man and wolf spread their legs for balance
Nymeria adjusted its grip on the end of spear and tried to ripe it out of his
hands.  Oberyn was prepared and twisted the spear to keep it from being taken
from him.  Then the wolf jumped and snapped her body around.  The momentum
allowed the wolf to get the better of the Red Viper and ripped the spear out of
his grasp.  Oberyn started to curse and tried to get his spear back but the
wolf snatched her head and kept the spear out of Oberyn’s grasp.  She turned
tail and ran off.  Oberyn chased the wolf who just stayed out of range his
outreached grasping hands.  After five minutes Oberyn gave up and went stalking
off muttering.  Nymeria laid down and happily started to chew on the fire
harden wood.
The ten minutes later Oberyn came back with a chopped down sapling.  He had a
grip on the two inch trunk and shook the limbs at the wolf.  Nymeria was
suddenly on all fours staring hard at the branches.  She howled jumping
forward.  She had asked herself only two questions.  Do I want it:  Yes.  Can I
get it:  I’m going to try.  
The Direwolf grabbed a mouth full of limbs and arched her body down staring up
at the man with her golden eyes pulling back with her back legs her tail
wagging in happiness.
“Somebody help me against this infernal damn Direwolf!”
From the dusky air the Baratheon brother appeared gripping the sapling stalk
and adding their prodigious strength to Oberyn.  The wolf circled around
jerking on the tree limbs in her mouth her feet working to pull backwards
dragging the men forward. The wolf arching her lower forelegs to the ground
growling as she jerked her head back trying to rip the sapling free.
Arya suddenly jumped up “Come on Dany!” and Daenerys rose up laughing chasing
after Arya as they too gripped the sapling and pulled against Nymeria as the
wolf growled and playfully jerked the sapling trying to free it. 
For twenty minutes the battle continued.  In the end the wolf won.
 
Ygritte
Ygritte and Melisandre were nearing their rendezvous with the Queen.  They had
made up the lost time riding the waterways down South.  They had been traveling
overland on horseback since leaving Breakwater one day’s journey above White
Harbor.  They could now travel straight west to intercept the Queen on the
King’s Highway.
The first day’s travel from the river had been over flatlands but by the
afternoon of the second day of their travel west they had started to enter into
the Sandhills of Overton.  The Dunes of sand on the fringes anchored down by
raw prairie grasses and scrub trees. 
Ygritte now thought of herself exclusively as a Shadowbender witch.  She had
been born of the Free Folk and grown to late teenage years but she was Tygreti
now deep down in the core of her being.  Still she had the impulses and
instincts of her second life.  These instincts teased by the land they were
passing through.
When Jon had proposed their quicker route to the Queen, Ygritte had wanted all
the information she could get on her route.  The Wildling in her wanted all the
information to better plan the trip and make sure she kept her wife safe. 
Melisandre was the greatest witch her order had ever produced but her expertise
was not in the fields of the wild.  Her skills were in the library and the
rooms of their domicile or at the location they must perform their acts at. 
Melisandre was the master of the arcane and the spell.
Ygritte was a mighty witch herself but her skills were not quite as refined as
her wife’s spells.  Her spells were more the raw power type where her wife
tailored her spells to the task at hand.  No excess magical might was wasted. 
Sort of took away from the spectacle of it all Ygritte would grouse to
herself. 
Ygritte smirked as she looked at her wife looking up at the blue sky in front
of Ygritte on her horse.  She could just see her heavy full breast shimming on
her chest as her horse rocked her body.  Ygritte cursed it only being
midnight.  She wanted some pussy!  She felt her mouth salivating thinking of
again eating out her sweet witch wife.  Gods she always cummed so hard in
Ygritte’s mouth!
They needed to make as much time as possible as they traveled under the cover
of darkness.  Her body still ached in the most delightful of ways.  Melisandre
and simply fucked her like a battering ram yesterday in revenge for her
“domestic witch” remark.  She had just made that remark up on the fly.  She
would use it often now if it continued to fire up her normally calm and placid
wife.  Gods Ygritte loved it when Melisandre and Jon pounded the “shit” out of
her.  She liked that saying Jon had taught them.  Yip indeedy. 
Ygritte loved her body to be fucked hard by her two much bigger lovers. 
Ygritte shivered remembering Jon and Melisandre with her strap-on slam fucking
her to wailing orgasms with their savage thrusts hard and deep up into her fuck
holes and their hair pulling and ass smacking DP fucks.  Having her head
whiplashed forward and back by the fist twisted in it.  The remembered feel of
cupped palms blistering her ass, tits and face had her salivating for the next
sweet grudge fuck.  Where did Jon come up with all these phrases.  She liked
them.  Most be all those Crows and their overflowing testicles.  Not having sex
a lot had to make one very antsy Ygritte chuckled to herself. 
Ygritte’s eyes crossed watching her wife’s large firm breast sashay on her
chest.  She toyed with arguing with Melisandre again about being the
domesticated witch but decided against it.  She didn’t want to overuse it. 
Save it for when she really needed to be fucked and abused.  She smiled at her
lascivious thoughts.  She loved goading her spouses and having them ‘put her in
her place’.  They made her feel beautiful, slutty and so desired when they
roughed her up knowing she craved and needed a steady diet of it. 
She loved slow and gentle of course but needed that hot spice of hard fucks.
Her body aching in all the right places reminded her of Samwell Tarly and his
all but in name wife, Gilly.   
Tarly was the new Maester of the Night’s Watch.  Aemon Targaryen had passed
away just before their arrival at the wall to first save Jon Snow and then
coming back to the Wall after his transformation into Azor Ahai reborn.  The
old Maester had finally passed away at age of 104 years of age.  He had been
most beloved.  From the way Jon described the man Ygritte and Melisandre dearly
wished they could have met that gentle and wise old man.
Jon had appointed Tarly to take Aemon’s place.  It was still hard for Jon to
realize that he was indeed related to the now deceased Maester.  Tarly had not
wanted the position but Jon had insisted.  He was really the only Crow with the
temperament and basic educational necessary that could allow him to go the
Citadel and earn his links of his chain.
The young man had a horrible lack of confidence and was most inept at all
things requiring physical prowess.  Jon had determined to send Samwell to the
Citadel to achieve his chain.  He sent Samwell to the Citadel when the man was
till one hundred years old.  He had earned his links and was able to return
eight months after the old Maester’s death.  Gilly had gone with them.  Samwell
had tried to leave the girl with his father but she had badgered the man into
keeping her with her.  The boy needed the man he thought of as father with
him.  Tarly had not been able to fight that argument.
The witches had found Samwell endearing with his easy ability to be made to
blush.  He was always stammering when talking to them and he could not stop
glancing at Melisandre’s ample rack.  He did not leer but his eyes simply could
not refuse to glance at the bosom of her tall wife.  The way he gulped and
looked fearfully at Ygritte was amusing.  More amusing was his whimpers when
Ygritte growled at him good naturedly.
They had told him repeatedly that it was alright to stare.  Melisandre did
indeed have a ‘nice rack’.  He was so innocent in his ogling that it was
actually endearing.
Jon tasked the new Maester to bring his wives the information up from the
tunnels that they would need to plan their journey.  He had brought the
parchments and scrolls that the library of the Watch had on the topography and
the plant / fauna to be found on their trip.  His common law wife Gilly was
with him carrying a handful of scrolls. She always gave them a big smile when
she was around them. She was shy too but had come to them soon after their
arrival with Jon when he took his command of the Night’s Watch back.
She was deeply in love with Samwell.  He was a father to her son in all but
name.  He doted on the boy and on her.  The problem was that he was like some
of the other crows who actually took their vows of chastity way to seriously. 
The witches could understand giving one’s focus and effort on a cause but
withholding oneself from love and even sex was unnatural and actually just
plain dumb.
Gilly had come to them blushing and then started to weep.  She loved Samwell so
much and wanted to give him her love but he refused.  He kept going on about
honor and duty.  Many times she had almost seduced Samwell but at the last
moment his resolve had stiffened.  His rejections of her love hurt Gilly deeply
and had started to erode her confidence in her self-image.  Ygritte gave an
evil leer.  It was something else stiff that Gilly needed. 
They both readily agreed to help the young woman.  It was obvious to anyone
with eyes how much the two loved each other and they would be more than glad to
help the young lass to lasso her buck.  To Ygritte it was akin to helping Gilly
on the traditional ‘hunt’ that the Wildling often used to claim their spouse. 
Ygritte had started to boast to anyone who would listen as to how she had
“trapped” both Melisandre and the Lord Commander of the Crows.  Ygritte was
more than happy to give pantomime shows to one and all in how she had gone
about trapping her spouses.  She always had a rapt audience.  They were almost
dare she say it ‘spell bound’.
Ygritte was not satisfied with just bragging to an audience.  She crowed
incessantly to Jon and Melisandre of her prowess in ‘trapping’ both of them
into her bed.  She would preen and strut around their living quarters till her
spouses had finally had enough.  Her spouses smirking at each other as they now
took her down in a revenge “hunt”.  When she would prattle on about her skills
with her clothes on that was Ygritte’s clear signal to her spouses to take her
down.  They would ripe her clothes off as she squealed and acted shocked at the
turn of events.  They sucked her pussy inside out while pulping her tits and
trying to suck her nipples down their throats.  They then fucked both of her
holes till she was one fucked out happy Shadowbender.
The little cummed witch screaming in wild shrieks as her body convulsed with
full body spasms ripping through her small form.  She always cummed hard when
she felt two hard dicks slamming hard and deep up her fuck holes.  Melisandre’s
strap-on cock every bit as hard as Jon’s dick and even longer and thicker.  She
cried out feeling their bulbous cock crowns jacking over each other as they
see-sawed hard in out her cunt and ass.  The diminutive redhead loved feeling
her spouses’ strong hands manhandling her small body.  Ygritte loved it when
her wife and husband gripped her ribs and hips hard to lunge their dicks so
savage deep up into her belly.
The witches had asked Gilly to get some of Samwell’s hair and a piece of his
cloak.  The witches fashioned a rough mannequin of the human body out of sticks
tied together to resemble the human form.  They even tied a small pouch to its
stomach to make it look more like Samwell.  This was easy Earth magic.  The
next day Gilly had returned with the requested items. 
The witches took the hair and bound it to the head of the little mannequin with
paraffin.  With the cloth taken from the inside of one of his crow’s cloak they
had fashioned into a robe with a hood. They then took some of their rare
powders and put these in a bowel and used a distil to grind them together along
with some salt and had Gilly cry to produce tears (thinking of Samwell refusing
her love had produced more than enough and plenty of sobs too).  They had
ground it all together and then spread the paste underneath the robe along the
crotch of the mannequin.  They spoke their ancient incantations and wove
mystical runes over it with their dexterous fingers. 
They had given the girl the totem.  The witches told her to reach underneath
the robe and stroke the crotch and think of her desire for Samwell.  She would
need to do this in his presence to allow the spell to take full effect.  They
had told her it would only work if he was truly in love with Gilly.  Mere lust
would not be enough to activate the charm. 
The next day Gilly had nearly burst down their door interrupting some intense
wife on wife time.  A sweaty and naked Melisandre had opened the door.  Their
senses had already told them that it was Gilly at the door.  The woman did not
even notice their sweaty naked bodies and lank hair plastered all over the
faces and upper bodies soaked in sweat and cum.  Gilly did not seem to notice
the smell of excited pussy thick in the air.   She was bouncing up and down and
giggling.  She and Samwell had made love five times during the night.  She was
ecstatic.   She was chirping gaily like a bird greeting the morning sun sing
notes about how much her man loved her. 
They noticed she was walking a little gingerly but she had a beatific smile on
her face as she left still not noticing two naked and very horny witches. 
Normally, they would have been pissed at the interruption of some intense pussy
gobbling but the little sprite’s joy instead made them smile and embrace the
girl.  She still did not fully register that both women were naked and sweaty. 
She left humming and telling them she was going to find Samwell.  “I need to be
fucked again!” the young woman exclaimed definitely on the prowl with a
determined gait.    The two witched wished her well and closed the door.  They
fell on each other like wolverines. 
Later that day they saw Samwell humming and walking a little gingerly himself. 
They saw Samwell six days later and he looked haggard and worn.  They quickly
sought out Gilly.  Their fears had been well founded. She was still rubbing the
doll every night filling Samwell with extreme lust for her body.  Gilly was
literally wearing him out.  She had been starved for his love and affection and
was definitely making up for lost time.  When they mentioned she might not need
the totem anymore she got panicky.  She could not go back to the way it was
before.
They told her to only use it if his silly inhibitions reappeared.  In the next
eight months she had to use it five times to shatter his resistance to her
adore and his devotions to his vows.  Tarly being too smart finally deduced she
had created a totem the last time she had used it.  Instead of being angered he
had instead been touched that she had to gone to such lengths to win his love. 
She told the witches breathlessly the next morning how he had thrown her down
on the bed and ravaged her very willing body all night long.  He had become
quite the cocksman she smugly told them rubbing her muff and running off
looking for Tarly. 
He told his sweet common law wife that he no longer needed the totem to love
her.  But that had not been the end of the totem. Gilly told them how they now
used it to “get into Tarly’s inner warrior”.  Gilly told them that he told her
one night after ravishing her six times that he loved “fucking her bowlegged.” 
She would sometimes dress up as a fair princess and he would despoil her to
make her “unworthy” of any other highborn Lord.  She was defiled and now his
Wildling whore that he spanked and roughed up (gently though and with a very
horny and willing Wildling).  Gilly breathing got ragged just thinking of being
defiled and went running off needing “to discuss something with Tarly”.
Gilly wanted to market the totem.  She thought there had to be many other women
in her situation.  The witches had to dissuade her telling her it was much too
powerful a magic.  Gilly had finally understood that.  She got a faraway dreamy
look on her face.  She told the witches she loved being impaled on his mighty
broadsword.  The two witches had glanced at each other at that.  Tarly was no
warrior.  They loved how much Gilly was enjoying her new intimacy with Samwell.
Gilly loved how the totem had brought out the “animal” in Tarly.  It was during
a “totem incident” that Gilly made an awesome discovery that she was worried
about.  The witches asked her what could be bad about her and Tarly’s great sex
life.  She was currently singing rhapsodies of his new cocksman skills.  Gilly
looked embarrassed when she confided to the witches she loved having her ass
fucked with Tarly long, thick, hard cock.  She had seen a Crow and male
Wildling rutting and the Wildling taking it up the ass had cum so hard. 
She had wanted to cum hard like that.  She had spent several days getting
Samwell to fuck her up the ass.  She had been very happy she had.  Samwell had
started tentative but ended with him slam fucking her up her ass.  Gilly had
love the feeling of his power impaling her ass.  The way her body jerked
forward with each slam of his thighs into her rippling ass and hips.  It had
hurt at first but then raw radiant pleasure flooded out her ass and into her
belly, cunt and breast.  Her ass had exploded with scalding almost agonizing
pleasure.  Her body felt like it was being ripped apart with full body
convulsions of searing bliss that roared out her squired asshole in waves of
fucking bliss.  Gilly had become addicted to the ecstasy of having here asshole
pounded to orgasm.  She felt she should be ashamed but she loved it so much. 
The orgasms were “so fucking intense!” 
Ygritte and Melisandre put their arms around Gilly and confessed they loved it
up the ass too.  They too cummed so hard being pounded up their buttholes. 
Ygritte gently held Gilly’s hand “When Jon or Melisandre pound my shithole
Gilly … gods I do cum like the old gods are slamming me with clubs.  My asshole
explodes with raw pleasure honey.”  Melisandre had nodded her head solemnly. 
“I concur Gilly.  I love it when I get fucked up my shithole and then they pull
their cocks out my ass and I suck my ass off their pricks.  I love it.  I feel
so slutty and hot.  I recommend it.”  Gilly had stared at her with her large
pretty eyes.
Melisandre told the wilding woman “When you suck your ass juice off his dick I
guarantee you it will rock his world and make him fuck you even harder and
deeper.  Everyone loves seeing their slut do ATM.  Gilly nodded her head
‘yes’.  She seemed like she was lost in a dream state. 
Gilly had left with a big smile on her face.
Learning of Tarly’s newfound lust and ardor did explain why he had lost some
weight and was looking more fit.  He would never be a warrior anywhere other
than Gilly’s bed but that was the only place he needed to be one.  They
snickered how it seemed that Gilly was demanding that her man constantly take
the field of battle to once again mount and conquer his woman’s so willing fuck
holes.
Ygritte came back to the present.  She had been anxious to get to this part of
their journey.  It had been stories that Jon told them of his father visiting
this region of mixed-grass prairie on grass-stabilized sand dunes that had her
anxious to visit this area of Westeros.  Eddard’s first visit had been five
years ago and it had totally transformed his father’s views on nature and man’s
place in it.
Eddard after that visit realized that he was Warden on North in so much more
than keeping the peace in his realm among his houses and supporting the realm
and the person sitting on the Iron Throne.  After that visit Eddard Stark had
become Warden of the whole North.  Not only in words but in deeds.
According to the geography texts from the libraries of the Night’s Watch the
region's area was about 15,500 square miles.  Its marges ranged from a day’s
journey on horse east from White Harbor and extended west and north primarily. 
The lands slowly merged into the taller and rocky lands of the Barrowlands. 
The King’s Highway ran along the divide between the sea of inland dunes and the
Barrowlands. 
Where the Barrowlands were much more arid and less hospitable to life in
general the Sandhills supported a wide variety of life.  Ygritte looked around
and loved the diversity she saw with her enhanced Shadowbender sight.  In the
distance she saw actual free ranging sand dunes rising to over two hundred feet
in height.  She loved how each dune had a unique shape where the wind scalloped
out divots and the undulations on the leeward side like the paths of many
snakes traveling over the loose sand.
Ygritte had read that the dunes in the Sandhills may exceed three hundred and
thirty feet in height.  With her second life as a Wildling the thought of
mountains of sand made her feel giddy and like a little girl.  She wanted to
make camp near those dunes in the far distance and fuck Melisandre for days
being one with nature.
Ygritte had further read that the Sandhills sat atop the massive Ogallala
Aquifer.  The water trapped in the rock deep beneath the surface was forced by
the force of gravity pressing down up to the surface.  This caused both
temporary and permanent shallow lakes that were common in low-lying valleys
between the grass-stabilized dunes prevalent in the Sandhills. The eastern and
central sections of the region are drained by tributaries of the Loup River and
the Niobrara River, while the western section was largely composed of small
interior drainage basins.
The land was so diverse.  She saw naked sand to her left and to her right she
saw both sage brush and then several hills resplendent with bright green grass
thick and luxuriant.  She angled the horses toward that and they stopped for
fifteen minutes to let the horses crop the grass lazily.  Ygritte loved this
land.
The Master who had written the most recent report on the Sandhills thought that
as much as 85% of the ecoregion was intact natural habitat, the highest level
in grasslands of Westeros.  This was chiefly due to the lack of crop
production: most of the Sandhills land has never been plowed.  What had saved
the region was the fragility of the sandy soil made the area unsuitable for
cultivation of crops.  This had saved this large swatch of land from being
plowed under.  That which had been plowed recovered by the native grasses on
the border.  This in turn saved all the long grasses of the prairie.  Ygritte
had read also in her perusal of texts about the lands of Westeros and Essos. 
She thought that the Sandhills in many ways mirrored the lands of the Dothraki
Sea.  There the land was flat and not hilly but the grass habitat was much the
same.
Instead of farming some ranching had taken hold with maybe two hundred thousand
heads of cattle ranged the Western most part of the Sandhills.  The cattle
allowed to range up and down the gentle hills cropping grass and drinking from
beaver dammed ponds and many fresh water marshes and the creeks feeding the few
rivers that slowly began their journeys to the sea. 
This unique ecosystem was the largest and most intricate wetland ecosystem in
Westeros.  Ygritte read that the Sandhills contained a large array of plant and
animal life.  Minimal crop production has led to limited land fragmentation;
the resulting extensive and continuous habitat for plant and animal species has
largely preserved the biodiversity of the area.
The Sandhills' thousands of ponds and lakes replenished the Ogallala Aquifer in
a feedback loop.  This in turn fed the creeks and rivers such as the Niobrara
and Loup Rivers. These bodies of water were homes for many species of fish. The
lakes were mainly sandy-bottomed and provide water for the region's cattle and
animal wildlife, as well as a habitat for aquatic species. However, some lakes
in the area were alkaline and supported several species of phyllopod shrimp
Many of the plants of the Sandhills were sand-tolerant species from short-
grass, mixed-grass and tallgrass prairies; plants from all three of these could
be found within the ecosystem. These plants had helped to stabilize the sand
dunes, creating an ecosystem beneficial for other plants and animals.
This ecosystem was home to many species of insect found in the Sandhills. 
These included dragonflies, grasshoppers and mosquitos. There are also many
types of spiders. Due to the ephemeral nature of both alkaline and freshwater
lakes throughout the region, coupled with the wetland marsh areas, mosquito
populations increased during the summer months.
Ygritte was thankful that it was winter now.  They would not be able to use
their magic as a shield.  It might be spotted by the Queen’s dragons and cause
an attack.  They knew the dragons were honed to seek out magic that would
naturally associate with the Ice King and attack with great vigor.
The Sandhills were part of the Central Flyway for many species of migratory
birds, and the region's many bodies of water give the birds places to rest. The
ponds and lakes of the region were lay-over points for migratory cranes, geese,
and many species of ducks. Species found year-round include the western
meadowlark, loons, grouse and bobwhites. 
It was this great biodiversity that had attracted Eddard Stark’s interest.  It
was the fauna that cemented his decisions.
The Sandhills were home to over three hundred vertebrate species including mule
deer, white-tail deer, wolves, coyotes, red fox, whooping cranes, wild turkeys,
badgers, skunks, native bat species and many fish species.
More exciting to Ygritte was the report that in the depths of this land and
Barrowlands Shadowcats still roamed.  She read reports form the Maesters that
large black and grizzly bears were reported to still stalk the lands.  In the
barrow lands Cave Bears, Sloths and Hyenas were rumored to still exist. 
Eddard five years ago had taken his three oldest sons south to visit the Reeds
in their home of Greywater Watch.  They had taken the King’s Highway south in
the past but Eddard had always wanted to travel the back tracks of the
Sandhills.  That decision had opened his eyes.
They had traveled slowly deeper into the Sandhills far away from any
penetration of man.  The land was quiet with only the sounds of nature around
them.  The father and his sons camped underneath the stars with only a small
fire.  Eddard soaked up the pure air and did not want to defile this land with
the mark of man.  He wanted their mark on this land to be nonexistence.
It was the fourth day into the depths of the Sandhills as they crested a three
hundred foot high dune covered with rich grass and thick flowers of spring. 
 The hills resplendent with Wild Geranium, Anemone, Columbine and Ginger.  Also
on the hills with their bright flowers were Bishop's Cap, Prairie Buttercup and
Violets along with Golden Alexanders.  The colors of red, yellow, blue, purple
and orange filling the hills.
When they crested the hill they all stopped and gasped.  Below them in the
shallow valley that was three miles wide was a pride of Lions!  They had been
thought to be extinct in eastern Westeros.  Below them were two males lions and
nine female lions and some cubs.  The two males were lying around looking regal
with their resplendent dark manes.  The female lions were lying around with
cubs nursing and several cubs were running around being playful.
The four men looked at each other smiling.  A kitten no matter its size was
always cute to behold.  The two male lions suddenly tensed spotting Eddard and
his sons on the far distance height.  Eddard told his sons to be calm. 
Gradually, the lions relaxed seeing that they were not in danger.  The pride
still closely observed Eddard’s party.  They had learned to be wary of man. 
The lions looked at the three young Direwolves.  This relaxed the pride of
lions.  Top of the food chain predators did not attack each other but rarely if
their territories were not invaded.  The predators were relaxed with the
distance between them.
Eddard had been excited.  If this pride existed there had to be more.  The male
lion only lasted on average two to three years as head of a pride.  Brothers
sometimes teamed up to conquer a pride in tandem and once in a while three
brothers working in concert.  The lions continued to eye them warily but seemed
to relax when they sensed they were safe.  When males neared sexual maturity
they were kicked out of the pride.  They had to find other females not of their
bloodline to mate with.  Therefore, Eddard knew there had to be other lions. 
Eddard knew that he could preserve and hopefully grow those numbers.
They had moved on going back down the hill and looped wide around the valley of
the lion pride.  They traveled on for three hours more.  It was in the late
afternoon that they received yet another shock.  They were at a small creek
when the shock came upon them.  The boys’ Direwolves started barking and
running around in circles.  In the mud by the creek were footprints.  They were
of a large Direwolf. 
Jon told his wives that Eddard had broken down and cried knowing they still
existed below the Wall this far South.  If this one existed there must be
others in the far off hinterlands of the North.  He vowed at that moment he
would protect and revive what man had nearly destroyed.  Too see visual
evidence that two long thought extinct species still lived and thrived in his
lands changed Eddard Stark. 
He now knew that in the Sandhills and most probably in the craggy depths of the
Barrowlands lived precious life that man had nearly exterminated.  He vowed on
that creek bed that he would change that.  His sons avidly agreed and pledged
themselves to the cause.
When he had returned to Winterfell he outlawed the killing of all top tier
predators.  Eddard imposed stiff fines and made it known he would imprison
those who were repeat offenders.  Eddard had quickly passed new ordinances when
there was a surge of lynx, bobcats and wolverine killings.  They were too
protected.  Eddard had instituted a payment system for lost animals.  There was
huge numbers to begin with.  He had then sent out an edict to send the remains
of the animal carcass to Winterfell.  It was explained the Direwolves could
smell the scent of any animal on the carcass.
When the animal was verified, restitution would be sent.  If found to be false
heavy fines would be instituted after the person was made to again show the
direwolves the carcass face to face.  Eddard had made up the fact of the
Direwolves noses being that refined but the false claims plummeted.  The wolves
could usually tell but not always.  Eddard did not mind stretching the truth a
little when it promoted the common good.
A farmer had killed a cougar.  Eddard fined him twenty crowns.  He had then
killed a wolverine.  Eddard removed half his sheep.  The man wailed but Eddard
advised him he would setup the man to work as a tanner in the local hold if he
had trouble being a farmer under the new edicts.  The man had seen the wisdom
of following the edicts and the word quickly spread.  The killings stopped.
Several sheep herders decided to sell their sheep and started to raise wolf
hounds to sell to shepherds and farmers.  The animals trained to scare away and
not attack the raiding animals.  Their large size and having several together
intimated away all the predators from the grazing animals or animal pens.  No
predator wanted to fight other predators if there was other game about.  This
had formed a new cottage industry of raising the hounds and then visionary
doctors started caring for the dogs which opened new revenue streams. 
Then some enterprising trappers started giving controlled journeys into the
wild that were closely supervised to let city folk and nobles see nature as
they never imagined it.  Now the citizens in the hinterlands wanted the animals
to support their new eco-tourism.  Eddard had heard the term in a tome from
Tyrosh.  Eddard was working to establish this new industry in the hinterlands
inland from the ports and major cities of the North.  It was amazing what the
rich would pay to see.  For them it was almost like them seeing dragons.
The two Shadowbender witches had traveled six days through the Sandhills and
were approaching the King’s Road.  The witches could feel that they were
getting closer to the Queen.  They could feel her magic.  It was both like and
unlike Jon’s magic.  Jon’s magical aura felt closer to the surface of their
husband.  The Queen’s magic seemed buried deeper in her spirit.  It was as
powerful just different.
They had been shocked when they then felt another powerful magical presence
near the Queen.  The only other magical mages were from the east and this magic
did not have that feel.  Westeros had by and large forgotten how to wield
magic.  Only in the far North with the Children of the Forest did it still
live.  The person they could feel was definitely not a Shadowbender.  They did
not have a magical brother or sister riding with the Queen.  This person’s aura
mirrored the Queen’s.  It was as strong but seemed new and raw still needing to
be burnished. 
The witches focused on the Queen’s magic and the doppelganger with her but
could not put their finger on the magical signature.  It was buried deep in
their bodies.  Almost as if they were one with the magic.  When they had opened
their senses to the world and to the magic they had felt the same pulse of
magic far away to the South.  It felt even newer than the doppelganger with the
Queen but it was as powerful if not more so than the Queen’s.  It was too far
away to worry about for the nonce.   
The witches were not overly concerned.  Daenerys Targaryen was a force for good
like their husband.  Any magic that mimicked her magic would also be for good.
As they had journeyed through the Sandhills to reach the Queen on the King’s
Road Ygritte had many pleasant memories.  The evening as they came out of the
thicket of new willows by a stream.  A prairie fire had swept through Ygritte
read in the landscape about fifteen years ago and the willows had grown rapidly
with the freedom of lack of competition of burnt out plant life.  As they
dropped their glamour they saw a fox walk right by them as they and their
horses remained still and quiet.  The fox stopped just beyond them without ever
noticing them invading his domain.
They had passed thickets of trees filled with brambles underneath full of all
types of berries that birds were feasting on.  They would startle bevies of
quail and grouse that rose up in explosions of sound and buffeting air with the
birds scattering.  They saw deer at dawn and dusk looking at them from the edge
of stands of trees watching them warily.  Their dark eyes following their
movements their bodies’ tense ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. 
Ygritte had started to form the idea of making this land their new home.  In
time the animals would come to trust her and her spouses.  They would become
one with this land.  They would become its wardens as Eddard Stark was the
Warden of the North.
The dunes did not have particular pattern edges.  The Sandhills’ vistas were
shaped by the vagaries of the blowing wind.  Some hills sandy, some only
sparsely clothed in grass and some resplendent with prairie grass.  They had
looked out from a hilltop to a shallow valley of brown grasses and sages with
green oasis dotted throughout from water bubbling up from the aquifers
underneath.  Each hilltop opened to vistas totally unlike the previous shallow
valleys. 
Jon had made it clear to his wives that as soon as the war with the Ice King
was over and he attempted to set a new direction for the order of the Night’s
Watch he would then resign his commission.  After all he had done and
accomplished with the defeat of the Ice Wright King he would have earned it. 
He was tired of men.  He knew his father would in the end support him.  His
betrayal by his brothers would ensure that.
They had discussed where they wanted to live.  Their cabin in the woods near
the Wall was idyllic but it was too close to the Wall for Jon’s comfort.  They
had told Jon it would be hidden from all senses with their magic but he wanted
to be away from the place of his betrayal.  He would always be able to feel the
Wall’s looming presence.  When they came out of the woods to the north and east
and with only a short travel the Wall would be there on the horizon.
They had all agreed they had no desire to go back to Asshai.  It was a dark
land and the people inhabiting it were dark and dire.  Ygritte and Melisandre
had too many bad memories of their homeland.  Jon had bad dreams of the
original Azor Ahai killing his wife with his sword when they all knew now that
it had not been necessary. 
They had talked of living in the deep hidden valleys of the Ice Fangs or the
Vale.  Ygritte had liked that idea.  Her Wilding past gave those thoughts
merit.  Jon was neutral.  He wanted only to be away from the Wall.  Melisandre
would go wherever her spouses went.  Her only desire was to be with them.  The
land of the Ice Fangs was primal and untamed.  The soaring heights of the
mountains and deep mountain valleys a perfect land to get lost in.  A home away
from man.
Now Ygritte wondered if they might not find a home in the depths of this land
of rolling hills and meadows.  They had spotted several thick tree grooves in
the shallow valleys between tall hills of sands with a creek flowing in the
middle hidden by the trees.  Sunlight filtered through and with their witch
powers they could easily fashion a home among the branches.  They would
stabilize the immediate sand hills to keep their home safe and stable.
It had merit.  She would decide but she liked it here.  Plus, even though she
did not truly feel the cold anymore she would be happy not freezing her ass off
for no reason.  This place was damn right balmy!
Only twice had they felt any danger.  The second day of their journey as they
snuggled in their glamour after hours of sweet fucking Ygritte was combing her
fingers through her wife’s sweaty lank hair.  They heard a mighty scream of a
large cat.  Ygritte felt an elation run through her.  It was a shadowcat!  She
calmed a frightened Melisandre who clutched her naked body to the once
Wildling.  Ygritte told her wife of the beast’s beauty.  The beauty of its dark
fur with even darker strips.  The way its ears had tufts on them and their
generally bobbed tails.  They were truly beautiful.
Melisandre had only wanted it to be gone.  She did not need to have it so close
for her to feel its beauty she told her wife.  Ygritte had kissed her wife’s
sweaty forehead to comfort her trembling wife.  She told Melisandre that the
shadowcat was merely marking its territory.  Her wife was still nervous.  She
had taken her sweet wife’s attention away from the shadowcat with her mouth
sucking her sweet wife’s camel toe.  Soon Melisandre thoughts were only on her
wife.
Ygritte did no mind having to resort to fucking her wife hard again to take her
mind off her silly fears.  The sacrifices she made for her wife!
Two days back they felt one of the Queen’s dragons flying their way.  They
raised their glamour of invisibility.  He was like a fiery comet riding across
the sky.  They slowed their pace and hummed a spell of invisibility.  They had
seen dragons many times since their arrival in the land of Westeros flying high
in the sky. 
This dragon was flying much lower.  Only four hundred feet up.  His body a
midnight shape in the dark sky.  It was the green one with gold highlights
their witch vision told them.  It flew with easy sweeps of its mighty wings. 
The witches could feel it looking for a meal and the confidence the beast
felt.  Before the dragons had flown over the witches without noticing them
their glamour easily hiding them and their magic from the mighty beast.
The dragon flew overhead its neck moving right and left as I looked over the
landscape.  Suddenly the beast rose up and did a slow turn.  The witches slowed
their horses to a standstill and added more runes to their chants strengthening
their glamour.  The dragon circled several times flying right over them once. 
The dragon’s senses satisfied the mighty beast flew off.  
They were near the Queen now.  They had changed their pattern and rested a full
day in the corpse of trees they camped in.  They needed light for what was
needed.  They had left at dawn and began the last march to the King’s Highway.
They could feel the Queen and the other beacon of magic pulsing before them. 
They had timed their arrival to intercept the Queen and her party to meet in
the late morning.  Their magic worked best in shadows but they would need the
light of a full clear day to do what was needed in defense of the realm.
They crested a low ridge of anchored sand dunes and saw the column.  Neither of
the witches were used to the formation of military forces and were impressed
with the horses and knights.  The standards of the various houses of the South
colorful in the bright light.  They saw the Queen and the other source of magic
on horses at the head of the column.  The source was a woman.  That made them
smile.
They slowly moved their party of six horses towards the King’s Road.  With
their witch enhanced sight and hearing they heard the picket line on the
outskirts of the column spot them and riders going back to the column.  More
riders rode out to them.  They silently inspected them and seeing no immediate
risk they fanned out around the slow canter of the witches’ horses.  The men
and a woman did not try to hem in the Shadowbenders.  They kept a distance
between themselves and Ygritte and Melisandre.  They were quiet and
respectful.  This spoke highly of the discipline instilled in the Queen’s
forces.
The column had come to a halt and the Queen and her magical partner along with
other riders slowly moved off the road and moved to meet them.  Ygritte saw men
with strong bodies and light armor watching them warily as the two parties came
together three hundred yards off the road.
The witches had discussed many times about this meeting as they moved south and
then west.  Jon and they had discussed this before they left.  Jon said that
the more time there was between meeting the forces of the Queen and their
divination the more likelihood that something amiss could occur.  These were
proud leaders and had been brought up to have a distrust of magic in general. 
The fact of them being women would also be an impediment but the Queen should
be ameliorating that issue.
Ygritte and Melisandre had decided to force the issue immediately.  They wanted
to get their part accomplished and hope the leaders would believe their eyes. 
Seeing was believing. 
The two groups looked at each other for a long moment.  Both groups sizing the
other up.  Each trying to gauge the intentions and the abilities to make those
intentions occur.
The witches saw now that the other beacon of magical power was a young girl
about sixteen.  She was not that much bigger than the Queen though a heavier
build.  She had brown hair that came down to her back and framed her face in
ringlets.  Her eyes were grey and very intelligent.
The witches saw tendrils of magic constantly reaching out between the Queen and
this other woman.  The magic hesitated and then backed off from twining between
the two women.  Melisandre looked at her wife.  It was obvious the two were
desperately in love and their magic wanted to bind together much like their and
Jon’s magic had begun to interweave with their merged love.  It took lovemaking
to fully bind and intertwine their magic.  The two would work out their fear
and the innocence of the younger girl they easily perceived. 
They would make a good pairing.
The white blond woman came forward one more step.  “I am Daenerys Targaryen,
First of my Name and Breaker of Slave’s Chains.  I pleased to meet you.  Can we
know your names?”
The two witches pulled their hoods back.  They both smirked when the men saw
their red heads.  Ygritte chucked to herself.  Men were so easy.  Everyone
wanted redheads.  The two women only had eyes for each other.  Horses neighed
softly and stomped their hooves as the humans gazed at each other.
The two parties eyed each other.  Both sides sizing each other.  Were the force
they facing friend or foe?  The women were unarmed and were totally relaxed. 
The women not projecting any aggressive body language.
Ygritte went to speak up.  She knew Melisandre always wanted to support and not
lead if she or Jon would.  She was strong and would take the point if necessary
but she would rather support her spouses.  Ygritte smiled thinking how
supporting and loving her sweet wife was.  She was the most powerful witch to
every live and she was still the sweet gentle slave she had saved so many years
ago when she had come to Ygritte.  She had not known Melon would be so mighty
of course.  She had chosen wisely.
“We are Ygritte and Melisandre.  We are Shadowbender witches of the land of
Asshai.  We have journeyed here to marry and support Azor Ahai reborn.  You
would have known him as Jon Snow.”
The young girl beside the Queen gasped.  “You are married to Jon?!”  The white
haired Queen cocked an eyebrow.  Her face remained neutral.
“Yes we are.”
The other woman filled with magic face broke into a large smile.  “How is he? 
Is he happy?  What is happening at the Wall?  You are both his wife?  Has he
mentioned me?  I miss him so much.  Are you here because of the Ice King?”
The Queen reached over with a smile and touched the young girl.  “Let them
speak Arya?  This is Jon’s youngest sister.  She loves him dearly.”
The sixteen year old blushed furiously.
Melisandre moved closer to Ygritte.  They smiled to finally meet the younger
sister of Jon.  He had spoken so often with great fondness of the younger
girl.  She had been the one sibling that accepted him totally despite his
bastardy and the actions of their mother.  Thus, Jon had loved his youngest
sister greatly.
“Arya.  He has spoken of you at length and yes he misses you and loves you very
much.  You were always his favorite sibling.”
The girl’s chest swelled hearing that.  Jon had told them that Arya had always
been filled with the wolf.  This had given their father great consternation
with his youngest daughter always defying his and his wife’s attempts to reign
her in and get her to live her young life as a ‘proper lady’.  Eddard had given
up and let the girl live her dreams.  Her mother not so much.
“Jon is happy Arya though he is weighed down with the burden of command.  We
are his wives and have come here to show the Leaders of the Southern Houses
that the enemy is not Eddard Stark but the risen Ice King.
“Ha!  That is just a fable” Stannis barked out.
“We do not believe in snarks and goblins.  What are two women doing out by
themselves in this wild land anyways?  Where is your husband?” Mace spoke up.
Daenerys pinched her nose.  She half turned her head and glared at the man. He
was oblivious to the glares flinging out of the lilac eyes that bored into his
form.
“We have walked in the camp of the Ice King in his far off always frozen and
dark kingdom.”
“How?” Garlan asked.  There was not derision in his voice.  Only curiosity. 
Ygritte’s voice was calm and controlled but easily reached all ears. 
Melisandre was doing a soft arcane chant.  Ygritte’s voice projected to the
entire encampment.  “We have walked unseen in the flesh of dead animals long
frozen in a silent fetid bog that bordered his camp at the top of the world. 
His camp an icy wasteland.  We have seen him transforming babies and young boys
of men into his vile sons.  We have seen their bodies changing from living
flesh to icy death.  We have seen the horizon filled with risen dead.  He has
created an army of Ice Wright and dead.”
All were staring at them in silence now.  The calm voice almost invoking
visions of what she was telling them of.
“He has converted thousands of young babies and toddler into frozen Ice
Wrights.  Those are just the ones we have seen.  He has converted many more. 
He is even now marching to the wall.  We have seen that he is cautious.  He
still feels his previous death at the hand of our husband.  The Ice King knows
that Azor Ahai has been reborn in Jon Snow.  The Ice King has now camped at the
Fist of the First Men.  We will take you there in our shadow form.”
“How?” asked the Queen.
“We are shadowbenders my Queen” Ygritte replied.  We will form a phoenix from
the blood of our veins and from yours and your leaders blood and fly to the
Fist of the First Men.  You will see, hear and feel all that we do.  Come.”
The two witches urged their horses forward as the party parted.  As planned
their words and actions had caught and ensnared the Queen and her forces.  The
Queen and the leaders of the South looked at each other and then moved off the
road to follow the witches.  They wanted to now know if these strange red
headed women spoke the truth.
They walked their horses away from the side of road and moved off to a small
patch of grasslands with short grass.  The witches dismounted and went to their
pack horses.  They pulled out a shallow basin and a long obsidian knife that
was narrow and razor sharp.
“Please dismount and gather around us” Melisandre softly called out.  Ygritte
smiled seeing most of the men filled with consternation with her height and
obvious strength.  Her presence unconsciously made the men want to follow her
softly spoken commands.
Ygritte held up the black knife while Melisandre placed the shallow basin on
the ground.  “You will line up and cut your hands and let your blood flow into
the basin.  We will go first and then the royals will go next.  Those of
highest royalty will go first.”
“Why should we?” Oberyn asked.  His natural inability to follow commands
showing its unruly head.
“Do you want to see the truth?”
“Why should we do what some priestess from a far off land tells us to do?” 
This was Renly.  “We do not worship your god.”  The group stared at each other.
It was the Queen that broke the logjam.  She broke the impasse with her force
of will.  “I will go first” Daenerys spoke “I will not compel any to follow me
but I am not afraid and I trust these women.”
Arya spoke up “I too trust these women.  If Jon married them then they have to
be good.”
There was still hesitation.  These women were unknown and came from across the
world.  They were witches that most were raised to askew and to think of
negatively. 
Oberyn looked around.  He would always follow the lead of his Queen.  He barked
out a derisive laugh.  “As in all things the House of Dorne leads where others
fear to tread”.  He dismounted.  He got behind his Queen.  The rest of the High
Lords looked at each other.  They all started to dismount.
The others quickly lined up behind the Red Viper vying to be next not be
outdone.  Ygritte saw the man smirk at the Queen.  He had shamed all the others
to follow his lead.  The Queen had a powerful ally in this man.
Ygritte slowly half turned looking at all the Lords and Generals of the Queens
forces.  She finished looking at the Queen.
“Much of our magic is based on blood.  Generally, we use our own but this is a
special circumstance.  We need as much power as we can get.  Your royal blood
will greatly enhance our efforts.  Also, with our mingled blood in our bowl you
will see, hear and feel all that we do.  After our trip to the Fist of the
First Men you will no longer doubt our words.  Eddard Stark and our husband has
worked to make this moment occur.”
Ygritte saw the Queen look around with a slightly anxious look.  Ygritte felt
Melisandre in her mind “She is part of the deception.”  Ygritte answered her
sweet wife “I like her already.”
“We will cut ourselves first and the Queen and her friend will go next.   Then
the rest of the gathered will cut their palm and let their blood flow into the
basin.  Our blood will comingle and fuse into one.  By this bonding we shall
share our vision with you.”
“The more of your blood you can share the greater of the magic will be.”
“What do you propose to do?” the white haired Queen asked them with rapt
attention.
“We will create a blood Phoenix from our spirits and the power of our and your
blood.  We will call forth a demon from a Stagyian Hell.  With our mingled
blood and our magic we will bind the demon to our blood Phoenix construct.  We
will fly to the Fist of the First Men.  You will see what see. You will feel
what we feel.  You will no longer question what has been reborn.  The Ice King
desires all of our deaths.  We have felt it and now you will feel it.  His hate
and avarice radiates off of him like a hot sun.  He also has an abomination on
his back that suckles from this throat.  It too is a vile loathsome thing.  It
is the pure embodiment of evil.”
Melisandre and Ygritte came to stand before each other.  Looking deeply into
each other’s eyes they quickly divested themselves of their robes that they let
fall to the ground.  The women stood naked before each other.
There were loud gasps around them.  Daenerys glared at the men who either were
shocked, snickering or gazing lustfully at the two naked red haired women.  The
women were indeed beautiful but this was not the time to ogle these women.  The
women looked at each other and began to murmur a discordant chant.  The women
ignored all around them.
The men lost their lustful or confused looks.  The chant was disconcerting. 
They all could feel the great power being summoned.  They started to feel an
itchy feeling on their exposed skin.  They felt like ants were crawling all
over their skin.  The men and women’s faces twitched and hands jerked with the
unsettled feeling.
Then Melisandre bent down and ran the blade across her palm.  The cut to her
palm deep.  Her red rich blood flowed down her hand into the basin.  She did
this for a minute and then handed the knife to her wife.  The wound magically
beginning to slowly heal.  Ygritte bent down and cut her palm and let the blood
run liberally down her hand and into the basin.  She kept her hand over the
basin as blood dripped heavily into the basin.
She stood up and handed the blade to Queen.  Ygritte got in front of
Melisandre.  The two women stared hard and deep into each other’s eyes. 
Ygritte interlocked her fingers with Melisandre’s with their hands held low and
their blood wept on their interlocked hands. 
The queen knelt now over the bowl and cut her hand and let her blood run into
the basin for a minute.  She had cut deeply and the blood ran liberally into
the basin.
She tried to hand the blade to Oberyn but Arya glared at the Queen.  The Queen
started to protest but her young ‘royal hostage’ grabbed the blade and knelt
quickly as Daenerys clucked at her to not hurt herself.  The sixteen year old
glared up at the Queen and cut her hand just as deeply.  Her blood flowed into
the bowl.
Ygritte noticed distantly that the Queen and Arya had set a high bar.  The
other Lords and Generals would have to follow suite or lose face.  Ygritte
admired the verve of this Queen and her longed for love interest.  They were
both strong and brave.
Next in line was the tall slender man with a thin beard.  He was good looking. 
He waggled his eyebrows at the witches as he cut his hand deeply like his Queen
and her consort.  He let his blood flow into the basin.  Ygritte could sense
the goodness in this man.  He winked at them.  He was definitely cheeky.  She
felt goodness in all the men gathered around her.
One by one the knife was handed off and palms cut to let bleed into the basin. 
Finally, all the persons around the basin had cut their palms.  Their wounds
slowly healing up as the blood flow lessened and then began to drip from the
healing cuts.
The basin began to bubble and a high pitch warble began to emanate from the
bowl.  Several of the gathering looked at the bowl that now had a red haze
about it with more than a hint of concern.  All felt the ants now crawling
avidly all over their bodies.  The tension was rising in the air.  The sounds
from the bowl escalating into a high pitched song of power and shocking
dissonance.  All were now focused on the bowl and the discordant singing
witches.
For a minute Ygritte and Melisandre hummed their magic.  They were ready now.
“Pour the blood over us.”
Stannis started.  He had felt the witches touch his mind.  He shook his head. 
He moved to comply.  He was the tallest in the assemblage.  He went to the bowl
and knelt down.  He carefully lifted it up.  The bowl was heavy with its
construction of rose quartz and blood that had seemed to multiple somehow and
filled the bowl.  He slowly lifted the bowl.  Stannis gritted his teeth being
careful and lifted the basin up over the chanting witches.
Once over their heads he tilted the bowl over.  All gasped as a heavy flood of
red ichor flowed out of the bowl in a flood that took over half a minute to
empty.  The red liquid splashed onto Ygritte and her wife and flowed down their
bodies slicking their bodies with bloody ichor and hot life giving blood
magic. 
All were shocked at this strange display of the witches.  The ritual strange
and arcane.  They were all transfixed by what they saw.  The Queen and Arya
clasped hands watching the ritual.
Their hair matted and the blood soaked into their skin.  She and Melisandre
felt exalted.  Blood magic was both wild and powerful.  The witches controlled
the wild arcane magic trying to surge free.  Realities were wrapped and bent as
forces tried to grab ahold of the power they had projected.  Powerful forces
and entities surged into the rent of reality.  The witches beat down the demons
reaching for what was not theirs.  They were prepared for this assault and
easily first resisted and then ensnared the demons trying to overwhelm them. 
Unheard by human ears were the screams of rage and fear of demons being
mastered.
The witches were exalted.  It was the demons who were bound and controlled.  It
was demons’ nature to always assault those who called them.  Their native power
and arrogance was legendary.  It compelled them to answer the summons.  They
always felt assured they would overcome and either control or kill those who
dared to summon them.  Shadowbenders trained and practiced their spells to make
that not so.  They always reigned supreme and the demons always subjected.  It
had always been thus and would always be so.  It was so now.  The yammering
demons had been enthralled by the two witches.
The witches selected the most powerful demon to become ensnared in their net. 
The rest they banished back to their dimension and sealed the portal removing
the rent in reality. 
Finally, the bowled emptied and the woman were soaked in blood.  Their bodies
began to pulse and waver before the now shocked assemblage.  A low thrum could
both be heard and felt.  The women’s bodies seemed to shimmer and waver.  Their
bodies slowly became translucent.  The ground beyond them could dimly be seen
through their bodies.
All watched with large eyes.  Even Daenerys Targaryen who had seen much magic
in her journeys across Essos stood transfixed by what she saw.  She could sense
the demonic might the women had captured with their spell.  It fought mightily
but was easily controlled.  She doubted the others could sense what she felt in
the morrow of her bones.  If these women lost control of the forces they
enthralled their party would be torn asunder.  The forces were that mighty. 
Only the Valyrian swords among them would be able to fight what these witches
had so easily controlled.
The witches sang louder.  The blood began to steam off their bodies turning
black on their skin.  The women’s eyes rolled into the back of their skulls the
whites showing.  A rictus smile appeared on their bodies as they concentrated. 
A penumbra appeared around their bodies and seemed to ignite at their joined
hands.
Suddenly a horrible scream of rage and controlled violence screeched across the
landscape.  The scream echoing off unseen mountains.  The scream had been a
force of rage and might.  A blood red Phoenix ripped from their bodies and
hovered above them.  It twice the size of a golden eagle with wings twenty feet
across.  It flapped its wings hovering looking at the men and women gathered
with baleful eyes.  While its body was blood red its eyes blazed a hot gold and
roiled like hot magma in the heart of a volcano. 
The thing’s baleful ire radiated off it like a red hot comet of hate.  The
beast eyed the humans with hate and the desire to rend bodies’ limb from limb. 
It screamed several more times as it body surged and juked trying to break the
witches control over it.  The witches’ song changed pitch and timber and the
blood Phoenix screamed one more time and ceased to struggle against their
control.  It was defeated. 
The song changed again and the mighty bird screamed in rage and turned its
head.  Its mighty wings flapped fast and furious.  A hurricane of wind buffeted
the humans.  With a scream of might and need to fulfill its mission the
mythological beast was gone already a fading dot on the horizon.
“Open your senses” all the men and women gathered around the witches heard in
their minds.
Men gasped and staggered.  The Queen, Arya, Barristan and Strong Belwas were
not phased being used to the feel of the slipstream of fast flight the others
were experiencing for the first time.  Men’s eyes teared with the force of the
air slamming into her faces and the sound of the air rushing over their ears
near deafening.
“Focus within yourselves!  Concentrate on yourselves and the sensations will
lessen!” Daenerys called out helping the men to absorb these new sensations. 
She too felt the immense speed of this magical construct of the witches.
Slowly the men got used to the sensations.  Plus, they instinctively felt that
the witches were now shielding all as the Phoenix picked up speed.  This put
the gathered assemblage more at ease feeling the witches using some of their
power to protect them.   All the gathered could hear and feel the wind flashing
over the bird’s blood feathers and body.  They could feel the cold of the air
and how the ground now almost blurred beneath them.  The bird looked up at the
sun and changed its bearing twelve points truing its flight to its
destination. 
The wind and pressure seemed to build on their faces and a wall of mist formed
before their eyes.
KABOOMMMMM!  A thunderous clap of sound echoed across the land shaking the very
trees to their roots.
They were through some barrier and the Phoenix screamed its exhalation.  It
flowed ever north now at a thousand fleet.  The trees raced past below. 
Winterfell came into view and impossibly fast it grew in size and then the
beast flew past the old castle faster than anyone could realize.  The bird
screamed its joy of flying underneath the clean sky and warm sun.
Impossibly soon a long line appeared on the horizon.  It glowed a bright blue
in the sky as the sun approached its azimuth in the sky.  The line quickly grew
into a towering barrier.  The assembled saw the Wall.  They saw with the eyes
of the Phoenix.  A dark blue force hummed and throbbed inside the towering wall
of ice.  Those assembled also saw golden pulses buried deep in several areas of
the Wall.  They felt the powerful magic in the blue band within the wall and
the gold throbbing pulses buried deep in the wall.   
The line of the Wall was soon almost upon them and the magical Phoenix was past
almost before it could be registered that they had reached the Wall.  The
Phoenix screamed at the Wall in acknowledgement to the magic in the Wall that
even it must bow before.  All bowed before the might of the Staff of Law.  All
felt the soundless words and thoughts of the Blood Phoenix even though they had
no understanding of what they were hearing and felt in the marrow of their
bones.
The bird screamed and screamed as it flew on and then suddenly quieted as it
backwashed its winds suddenly.  The bird slowed its speed at a dizzying clip. 
The bird now made a banking turn.  All around the witches who still stood with
clasped hands gasped and a few of the men staggered.  They felt unmitigated
hatred towards them.  A raging and crushing evil that wanted to exterminate
each and every one of them.  The felt a hate of all that breathed and had hot
blood pumping in their veins.
They felt the essence of hate and evil distilled in a monstrosity that was a
dreadful life.  They saw below them the rambling dead that filled the plains
around The Fist of the First Men as far as the eye could see.  The blood
Phoenix banked and looked into the forests surrounding the Fist of the First
Men to the North, South and East and they were filled with shambling dead. 
Beings long dead or only recently dead shambled.  Many of the old dead rotting
with dead black flesh that hung in tatters.  All the dead with eyes that glowed
with blue fire.
The blood phoenix eyes were able to penetrate the canopy of the Haunted forest
to show the endless tide of shambling dead that staggered among the tree trunks
awaiting clear directive from their king.
They saw Ice Wrights walking and practicing with blue screaming swords of
death.  They saw Ice Giants.  Few in number but terrible to behold.  Then they
saw the throne and the being that sat upon it.
It looked up at them with hatred in his eyes.  The throne made of cold dead
ice.  On his back was a vile noxious thing made of yellow callow dead skin. 
They felt its staggering power that equaled the Ice King.  The thing’s yellow
eyes stared up at them as all clearly saw it drinking from the Ice King’s
throat.  Its hate for all life radiated off its callow form.
The Ice King’s army was limitless as the seas.  They felt like they were
looking at an endless sea of dead flotsam shambling about the Ice King’s
throne.
I will kill you all was the clear thought they all heard in their minds.
Suddenly, blinding freezing pain filled their bodies and numbed their minds
with shocking agonizing pain.
AAAAIIEEEEEEEE!  ARRRUUNGGGGGG!  The witches screamed in unison their bodies
crumpling to the ground.  Their screams continued as theirs bodies flipped and
jackknifed in agony but their hands were still clasped as they writhed.
Anguish and searing freezing pain filled the men as many of them collapsed. 
The witches continued screaming as now many of the men were now thrashing and
screaming.  Bodies jerked and kicked wildly in agony.  Something was attacking
the blood phoenix unseen.  The magical connection that bound all too all shared
the agony the magical beast was suffering through.
Daenerys fell to her knees holding her head screaming.  Arya was gritting her
teeth as agony filled her body.  Her body then flipped back and fell to the
ground as she screamed wildly.
Nymeria was howling and snapping wildly at the air.  The wolf ran over to Arya
and Daenerys trying to protect them from an attack she could not see or
understand.  The mighty wolf ran in a zig-zag back and forth around her masters
her mouth slavering and her eyes on fire with anger and frenzy hearing and
seeing her masters in agony.
The witches and those assembled were being killed with freezing agony that hit
their backs and the back of their necks as the Phoenix staggered in the air. 
The mighty beast screaming as more razors of frozen death sliced into its blood
body.  It was dying as those connected to it by magic were too dying.
Soon all would be dead.
***** Portents and Meetings - Part 2 *****
                              Chapter 42 – Part 2
                             Portents and Meetings
          Daenerys / Ygritte / Oberyn / Jon / Tyrion / Arya / Eddard
                                        
 
Oberyn
Oberyn’s body felt like icy daggers were piecing his body as he fell to one
knee wrapping his arms around his ribs trying to control his pain.   He saw
Mace on the ground gagging and his general Davos Uller was vomiting hard his
last meal splashing on the ground.  Renly looked ashen as he rolled on his
back.  Stannis was bent over staggering as another slash of piercing pain
rolled over their bodies.  More men collapsed on the ground.  Some of those men
joining others to scream scream in agony.
The Queen and Arya was writhing and rolling around on the ground the whites of
their eyes showing.  They bucked and writhed.  All were gasping as the pain
seared their bodies.  Oberyn had picked up a pattern of the pain slamming into
the bodies like ice daggers were being hurled into their bodies.  The pain was
overwhelming.  There had definitely been four pauses of some medium amount of
time between assaults.  Everyone was too stunned and in great pain to do
anything.  The pain and their throwing up and sickness this installed
incapacitated all.
They were now in another pause of the attack.  Oberyn gathered his wits trying
to decide what needed to be done with the short reprieve.  He gritted his teeth
to concentrate his eyes flicking around to all around him.  He felt too weak to
affect any rescue. 
The attacks had come from overhead.  Whatever it was making its attack it would
attack and then fly past and swirl around to come in for another pass.  He
analyzed the attack and knew he was correct.  He trusted his ability to analyze
a battlefield.  Oberyn and everyone else were feeling the attacks piercing the
body of the Blood Phoenix’s body.  The magical creature’s body was able to
absorb the dagger blows and was just beginning to heal when the next assault
was flung down on the staggering mythical creature. 
The Queen and her royal hostage were moaning and sobbing as were the witches. 
The women’s bodies were convulsing all over.  Their eyes rolled back of their
heads with foam drooling out slack mouths.  The men were starting to recover
again from the last assault.  The problem was that just as he and the other men
started to recover they were laid low by the next assault on the blood
phoenix.  Oberyn was surprised that the Daenerys and Arya were being affected
so much more than the men.  They had seemed to be stronger and more resilient
than their male counterparts.  Oberyn had long seen this magic in Cersei.  The
same magic filled the Queen and Arya Stark.  They should have shrugged off
these assaults.  Why were they so affected he wondered wildly to himself.
Suddenly they were all screaming again as they felt the ice daggers slamming
into the back of the Blood Phoenix yet again.  The beast was too wounded to
flee or fight back.  The Blood Phoenix was using all its might to try and heal
its body but each assault had its recovery slower and less effective. 
The beast’s shrill shrieks echoed in the souls of all who had partaken of the
blood ritual of bonding.  The Phoenix nearly fell out of the sky this time
staggering.  Again and again they all felt the daggers slamming into the body
of the mythological bird.  Each dagger that pierced the Phoenix pierced their
bodies as well by proxy.  Oberyn fell onto his face screaming.  He heard
Stannis bellow as he fell down too but somehow rose up to his knees as Oberyn
stared at him drooling mindlessly.
The two witches and the Queen and Arya were screaming constantly now.  The four
women were convulsing now their heels slamming the ground.  All four women were
choking as they fought swallowing their tongues.  Oberyn finally understand as
all four women’s bodies seemed to mirror each other as they convulsed and
flipped.  Their screams shrill and growing weaker. 
The attack had passed for the moment again.  He had to act now.  Whatever was
attacking was flying off and would be circling back all too soon.
Nymeria eyes were aglow with fear and rage.  The Direwolf leapt around her fur
bristled as she slavered drool that flung around wildly as the mighty wolf
shook its head.  Nymeria’s dire wails filled the air as her masters’ distress
drove the wolf nearly wild.  The Direwolf sensed the danger to its masters and
her inability to save them was driving Nymeria wild.
Oberyn staggered.  He was starting to get his wits back again but he realized
he was recovering slower and he was getting weaker with every attack.  He knew
instinctively what was happening.  He and his people still believed in magic
and the mystical.  The blood magic of the witches had bound them altogether. 
Through that link they were all suffering with the blood phoenix. 
The witches were magic incarnate.  The Queen and Arya Stark were also infused
with magic.  Oberyn had seen that.  Cersei was infused with the same magic. 
Their very magical core was leaving them totally open to the attacks.  Oberyn
and the others were being savaged but the four women were being eviscerated by
what was assaulting them.
Oberyn knew that he had to act.  These four women were dying before his very
eyes.  He and his fellow lords and the high generals were likely to follow. 
Even if they survived they would be a rabble without their Queen to unite
them.  Time was running out.  The Queen and Arya were filled with magic that
made them more susceptible to the attack.  Their magical essence opened them to
the attack as much as it did the witches.  The witches fingers were still
interlocked their fingers glowing bright red.  The connection still maintained
that had formed the Blood Phoenix and kept it from fleeing as the comatose
witches were not able to let the beast free. 
Oberyn had that sudden insight.  The beast could not flee its tormentor.  It
was bound by the will of the witches.  Their last command had the blood phoenix
circling the Ice King’s encampment so that all could see him and his army.  The
magical creature was still trapped obeying its last received command.  It could
not flee.  Oberyn knew that the link between beast and witches had to be
broken!  Oberyn needed to act but he was in agony.  He willed his limbs to stop
twitching and his thoughts to clear.
Through the mystical link the blood magic allowed, Oberyn could feel the
beast’s frantic desire to escape the attacks on its body but the now
unconscious witches kept it still enthralled with its mission to spy on the Ice
King.  It could do naught but fly in a helpless wide circle.  The blood phoenix
was screaming its pain and fear above the Fist of the First Men.  They had to
break the beast free.  They were slowly being cut up alive through their physic
link with the Blood Phoenix.   Oberyn was not sure if he and the men would die
but the women with their magical link would most definitely perish.
“Aarrruuunnggggg!” Oberyn growled out heaving himself up to his knees.  Stannis
was back on his feet.  The massive man staggered his 6’6” frame heaving for
breath getting his wits back about him.  Normally, Oberyn would be pissed that
the Baratheon was first to his feet but now was not the time for petty House
politics.
Since Robert’s rebellion most of the major houses had been at relative peace. 
This had not been the case with Dorne.  Oberyn had been in constant combat
keeping the rebellious Lords of his land in line and the constant struggles
with the desert raiders in the hinterlands of Dorne.
Stannis had fought actively in Robert’s rebellion.  The other Lords were much
more like Mace and had not fought in actual combat letting their generals and
vassal Lords fight.  Not Stannis he had fought actively in Robert’s Rebellion
and helped quash the Kraken rebellion that broke out several years into
Robert’s rule.
Oberyn and Stannis had been hardened by combat.  So had some of their generals
as the groaned and tried to shake off the effects of the repeated assaults. 
Most were still prostate on the ground many of them having vomited multiple
times.  Oberyn thanked the gods that he had not eaten breakfast this morning. 
They had to break the mystical link and free the beast.  Oberyn knew that he
had to act!  Their Queen needed them!
Nymeria was in front of Oberyn barking wildly.  Then the wolf ran up to Stannis
barking furiously her tail straight out and thrashing wildly.  The giant wolf
was back in front of Oberyn again staring at him with her glowing eyes.  Her
head jerking with her harsh barks.  The massive beast was beside herself in her
panic for her masters.
The message was obvious; save my masters.  The wolf’s will to help her masters
helped to steady Oberyn. 
Oberyn staggered up to one knee.  He was near Ygritte.  He felt his world go
round and round suddenly and gritted his teeth gripping his temples with one
hand.  His world stopped tilting precariously. 
“Stannis!” Oberyn bellowed.
The man looked at him.  He was twenty feet from Melisandre.  He glared at
Oberyn thinking the Red Viper was about to insult him.  At any other time he
would probably have been correct.  Oberyn motioned furiously for the Baratheon
to come towards him.
“The witches!”  Oberyn gasped at his erstwhile enemy.  He started to move
towards the smaller witch but his stomach rebelled.  Oberyn staggered forward
falling to both knees and then fell flat on his face as he fell three feet
short of Ygritte the smaller witch. 
Stannis understood what was needed.  He staggered weaving indelicately forward
his arms waving to keep his balance.  It galled Oberyn that the Baratheon was
able to still walk if woozily.  Stannis moved forward and paused breathing hard
and then staggered forward the rest of the distance to the naked body of the
convulsing tall witch.  Her eyes rolled back and she was making animal like
noises now.  Froth foamed out her mouth and ran down her chin and throat.  She
choked with foam and spittle spraying in the air.
Oberyn had heard the sound a fox had made when it gnawed its paw off to escape
a snare.  The tall witch sounded like that.  The smaller witch nearer to him
was shaking violently her mouth frothing as white foam filled and overfilled
her mouth.  Her eyes had rolled back into her skull again.  The witches jerking
obscenely again and again.
Their bodies covered with dirt that stuck to the red clotted blood soaked all
over their bodies.  Their rolling convulsions had covered their bodies with
grime and bits of grass and leaves.  They looked like some monstrous newborn
demon spawn from the depths of a Stygian hell.
Oberyn clawed his fingers into the dirt and dragged himself forward until he
reached the diminutive witch.  Stannis had more raw strength than Oberyn as he
slowly staggered upright to the taller redheaded witch.  It maddened Oberyn to
see that. He would never admit it but he admired the man’s strength.  He just
hoped the man knew what to do.  Oberyn was too weak to speak.  He was operating
off pure instinct and adrenalin.  Oberyn rolled into the small woman’s limp
body and tilted it over and gripped her body to his body spoon from behind
hooking his legs over the woman’s legs and anchored her body to his.  The
smaller witch’s body weakly convulsing against Oberyn’s body.
The witches still linked by the iron clad grip of their interlocked fingers. 
Oberyn felt the blood and sweat that coated Ygritte’s body soaking into his
clothes and skin.
Stannis reached the large witch not all that much shorter than himself.  He
feel to his knees behind the woman.  Oberyn looked up at Stannis with his chin
on Ygritte’s shoulder.
Stannis hefted up the larger woman into a sitting position her body twisting as
she maintained the linked fingers grip with her wife.  Melisandre’s arms
outstretched as was Ygritte’s.  The movements of Stannis getting the tall
redheaded witch up into a sitting position had jerked the smaller woman’s
body.  Stannis sat down behind the tall witch.  Oberyn rolled his body forward
to allow the smaller woman’s body to adjust as Melisandre was hefted up against
Stannis’s body.  Their hands were still gripped together tight in a vice like
grip of iron. 
Stannis looped his arms underneath the tall woman’s arms and locked them around
body and cross gripped his arms.  He pulled Melisandre hard to his body.  He
paused clearly exhausted his breathing harsh. 
Screams reverberated up and down the road.  Shouts of confusion and panic
filled the air.  The column had run up the road to the gathered lords and
knights milled around confused not sure what to do to save their scions.  
The two men had moved as fast as their jerking and pain wracked bodies allowed
to get the witches in their grip.  Still, Oberyn new time was running out
before the next attack.  It seemed to be taking longer.  He was sure whatever
was attacking was basking in the pain and gall it was dispensing.  It was
savoring its victory.  How typical of evil!  That would be its downfall. 
Oberyn nearly passed out but he kept his grip on the small witch’s body holding
her tight to his body.  His shocked wide open eyes with pain watched Stannis
take a deep breath and scoot his feet underneath his ass and suddenly surged up
and back.  Oberyn followed suit twisting his body back and jerking hard on the
smaller witches body.  The bodies of the two witches lurched as they were
jerked apart.  Oberyn had jerked back with all his string but the witches grip
held.  Pain sliced into their bodies the pain agonizing.
Contact with the witches bodies was amplifying the pain Oberyn and Stannis
felt.  It did not matter.  They had to succeed!  Their Queen’s life depended on
it.  Then all screamed as a new storm of icy death started to penetrate the
blood phoenix as it soared above the Fist of the First Men.
Oberyn nearly passed out.  Stannis roared “Noooooooo!  I will succeedddd!” and
jerked back again with a prodigious heave of his coiled thighs and back
muscles.  Oberyn felt the grip between the witches suddenly snatch tight and
then Stannis roared again keeping the pressure on his grip on Melisandre’s body
and hunched down and launched back with all his fading strength.
“Aaarrrgggghhhhhhhhhh!” the Baratheon roared as he slammed his body back.
The arms of the witches were pulled taunt by Stannis pulling hard on
Melisandre’s body and Oberyn anchoring Ygritte’s body so it could not move. 
The grip between the witches was broken with their intertwined fingers
forcefully pulled apart. The link between their clenched fingers that had been
glowing bright red winked out instantly.
At that exact moment over the Fist of the Fist Men the Blood phoenix juked
right and the dagger storm hurling down from above moved in that direction as
the Blood Phoenix then dove hard left and dove away.  A mighty ragged high
pitched piercing cry from the demon construct opened a trans-dimensional rift
that the bird dove into and winked out of our plane of existence.  A mighty
clap of thunder sounded out rolling over the trees of the far north shaking
their branches.  It had escaped.
The men staggered getting their breath back.  The four exhausted women were
unconscious but no longer being flayed alive by the ice cold daggers that had
been penetrating the Blood Phoenix’s body.  Oberyn could only hope that they
had not been hurt mortally.
He saw Stannis gently lay the tall witch down on the ground.  He wavered on his
knees.
“You did good Stannis” Oberyn croaked.
“Oberyn don’t take this the wrong way … fuck you …” the tall man toppled back
onto the ground with his back landing with a hard thud onto the hard Earth
unconscious.
Oberyn smirked.  He could live with that.  Stannis had saved the day.  He would
never here the end of it.  He slipped into unconsciousness.
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The world had finally stopped spinning.  Oberyn slowly sat up on the edge of
his cot.  He had been in and out of consciousness for the last twelve hours. 
He was in a medical tent that had been erected.  From the tent poles hung oil
lamps that cast a soft glow about the tent.  Large bowls of coal had been setup
and burning providing warmth to the tent.  The tent had been roughly divided in
half.  One side were still … Oberyn counted seven men lying on their backs
recuperating.  Several nurses were attending them.  On the other side of the
tent were the four women.
Oberyn got up slowly and made his way over to the Queen, her royal hostage and
the two witches.  Stannis was sitting on a low hunting stool made of canvas. 
He looked down at the Queen and then over at the witches as his nemesis
approached.  Oberyn saw a nurse from the army and several Dothraki women
tending to the women. That did not surprise Oberyn.  A large part of the Queen
would always be Dothraki.
“How are they doing?” he asked Stannis.
The man looked up at Oberyn.  His face was still ashen as he knew his was but
more so.  Oberyn was peeved again that Stannis seemed to basically have
recovered already while Oberyn felt like a feather bumping into him would knock
him over.  Stannis looked at him intently.  He looked back down at their Queen.
“She and Arya are exhausted but all the medical staff think they will recover. 
They just need to rest.  You look shit Oberyn.  The look becomes you” Stannis
had a smirk on his face.
Oberyn smiled at the man.  Stannis was loosening up.  Just a little but it was
a start.
Stannis then looked over at the cot that had the two witches.  “The physicians
and Maesters think they will be alright.  They cannot be sure.  They are
witches.  Their heartbeats are only like fifteen beats per minute and their
pulse is also extremely slow but they assume that is natural for them.  They
seem whole if not very pale. Considering what they went through that is totally
understandable.”
Oberyn looked at the witches and then at the Queen and Arya observing their
arrangement.  “How come the witches are in one bed and the Queen and Arya are
together in the same cot?  That is not military triage protocol.”  Oberyn
looked at the women covered with a sheet and furs that came up to their lower
chests.
Stannis looked up at him.  “They were all whimpering and thrashing.  It was
painful to watch.  Daenerys kept thrashing her hands gasping.  Arya kept
moaning ‘Dany … Dany …’  The witches were not vocal but it was obvious.”
“Obvious?”  Oberyn was not sure he would need to play obtuse and start to spin
a web of subterfuge.
“Oh come off it Oberyn.  I may be of the old blood from an old House and have a
rod up my ass but I am not blind.”
Oberyn had to chuckle.  At least the man knew who and what he was.
“The two witches are obviously lovers and Dany and Arya want to be.  The four
women all kept crying out and thrashing but once I put them in the same cot
they reached out for each other and clasped their bodies together as you see. 
They immediately ceased crying and whimpering and fell into this restful
repose.”
Oberyn indeed had seen it.  The tall witch had the small witch lying on top of
her body.  The small woman’s head underneath her chin and her right hand
grasping the tall witch’s left breast possessively.
When he turned to look at the Queen and Arya the Queen had scooted in and had
an arm and leg thrown over Arya Stark her head tucked underneath the Stark
girl’s chin.  The sight was quite endearing.
Nymeria had laid beside the low cot on Daenerys side and laid her head over on
Dany and Arya’s hooked legs.  The wolf sleeping peacefully along with here
masters.  The shared body heat comforting to all.
“Does it bother you?  This open blatant homosexuality … it is unnatural… right
Stannis?” Oberyn probed.  “That is our Queen holding onto Arya as a lover
would.”
Stannis’s jaws worked as he ground his teeth staring up at Oberyn.  Then he
sighed.
“Before I got to know the Queen and Arya I would have said ‘Yes’.  But now, I
don’t know … seeing the obvious love between them … I see the person and I just
can’t condemn them even if my religion tells me I should.  It is all very
confusing actually.”
“Stannis.  I will admit I am not religious.  I just judge the heart and
character of the person.  Are these people sinners who deserve hell?”
“No.  No they are not.  … … I will work it out Oberyn.  I am not as hot blooded
as you.  I, for the life of me don’t see what you see in another man.”
“I—“
“I don’t need to know!” Stannis held up his hand but had a smile on his face. 
“I will not oppose the Queen’s wishes on this.  We have fought enough wars over
betrothals for my lifetime I think Oberyn.”
“Why I do believe their might be hope for you yet.”
Stannis got up and snorted.  He then flipped Oberyn the bird and walked out.
Oberyn was impressed.  The man had at least a flicker of humor Oberyn now
knew.  This might be fun!
The man from Dorne went and stood over the cot with the Queen and Arya.  They
looked so content as he looked down at them.  Daenerys wiggled and fit her body
even closer into Arya’s side with a happy sigh.  The Stark girl’s hand came up
to cup the back of Dany’s head and pull it tighter into her neck.  Both women
had soft smiles on their faces.
Oberyn was satisfied.  They would make a good Queen and Queen.  He moved over
to the two witches.  The tall one was drop dead gorgeous while the small one
was rather plain looking except for the bright red hair.  The tall woman had
her lower legs hooked over the smaller woman’s ankles and one arm thrown around
the small woman’s back.  The small woman was drooling on the tall woman.
They were obviously deeply in love.  Oberyn left the tent.  He spoke to the
lead physician.  They agreed that it would be safe to renew their journey down
the road.  A large supply train was now only two days behind them.  It would be
best if they resumed their journey and get to the next camp.  They had lost a
day and half and he knew the Queen would want to keep to schedule.
He arranged to have a wagon filled with furs.  The women would be transported
in the wagon till they had recovered enough to once more get on horseback.
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The next morning they started off.  Missandei, Oberyn had found out spent the
night with Dany and Arya tending to them feeding them broth.  She would tilt
their heads back cradling them and gently dribbled the broth with medicinal
herbs in it into their mouths and gently coaxing them to swallow.  The scribe
cared for their hygiene.  The witches were still in an almost comatose state. 
Missandei told Oberyn and Stannis in her research she doubted the witches even
needed to eat but she had food prepared for them in case they woke up and were
hungered. 
At noon Oberyn went to the medical wagon to check on his liege and the other
patients.  Each set of women in a cocoon of furs resting comfortably.  Oberyn
was impressed with the small black scribe’s diligence and loyalty to the
Queen.  Oberyn could now think of the small scribe without terror of the small
green eyed woman showing up to beat the shit out of him.  Oberyn looked at
Missandei’s caracal lying on Nymeria sleeping with a happy purr as the wolf
kept her watchful eye on her masters as she half snoozed.  Oberyn satisfied
that the women were indeed recovering left and got back a horse.  The column
continued its march down the King’s Road.
As Oberyn rode his horse, Stannis and Renly came up to him falling in on either
side of him.  The House of Tyrell fell in behind him riding close.  He cocked
an eyebrow at them.  He cocked his other eyebrow when Barristan and Syrio Forel
came up also. 
Stannis started off in his usual blunt style.  “We have been discussing the
event of two days prior.  We have been wondering why the Queen and Arya were so
affected by the attack.  My brother and I have seen how powerful the Queen and
Arya are.  Their strength near rivals mine and we Baratheons are renowned for
legendary strength.”
Gods this man is so pompous at times Oberyn thought.  Maybe he had been to rash
to think there was hope for Stannnis.
“They both have extraordinary speed and reflexes.  It is obvious they have
magical qualities.  They are blessed with it.  We are therefore perplexed as to
why they were poleaxed along with the witches?”
“You gave the answer in your questions Stannis—Renly” Barristan spoke up.  “I
have seen this before.  He then told them of the Queen’s battle with Dothraki
and her near total collapse when she experienced the pain of her dragons.  “She
has worked to create mental barriers with her dragons so in the future she will
be able to continue to fight through their shared pain.  She will always feel
it but has learned to mute it.”
“I think it is the same thing here.”
“I am not sure I see that Barristan” Renly responded.
“It is the very magical qualities they have that made them susceptible to the
feelings and pain from the Blood Phoenix.  We have seen this same power in
Arya.  They have been infused with some magical power that has greatly enhanced
their strength and reflexes.  It has sharpened their senses.  They feel more
than we do.  Dany with her bond from birth with her dragons and the North is
known for the abilities to Warg.  I feel this opened them to be devastated
along with the witches when they were attacked without warning.  With time to
prepare themselves I doubt the attack would have affected them so.”
“It was the shock and surprise of the attack that crippled them.  They had not
thought of this.  To be truthful there was no time to prepare.  Events are
moving to a columniation.  One cannot foresee the unknowable.  We are lucky
that we survived.  That is the nature of combat.  Surviving battles.  To learn
and adjust.”
“I am not sure I buy this being infused with magic talk” Mace spoke up.  “They
are just unnaturally fast and strong.”
Oberyn spoke up.  “I believe Barristan has the right of it.”
They all looked at him.  “I have seen the same with Cersei Sand.”
He saw confusion in all their eyes except Barristan that registered mild
surprise as he put two and two together.  Cersei Lannister had disappeared with
Oberyn with Daenerys capturing King’s Landing.  He had no use for the woman and
ceased to think of her with her removal from his sphere.  He had not really
thought of her since.  He simply thought she had failed miserably in Dorne and
most likely was no more or in exile.
“Who in the hell is Cersei Sand.  Why do we care about a fucking bastard?” 
Stannis barked.  Oberyn was going to enjoy this.
Oberyn laughed “I wouldn’t be talking like that around the Queen.”  The man
looked over his shoulder with sudden fear at the wagon transporting the Queen
in her convalescence.  All had heard of the Queen’s plan to make all noble men
shoulder the responsibility of raising any bastards.
The children would have their last name and if not raised under his roof the
child’s mother would have full financial support.  The unspoken threat had many
quaking in their boots.
“I’m sorry” replied Oberyn “you knew her as Cersei Lannister.”  As Oberyn had
thought loud shouts of derision and scorn ensued.
“That worthless cunt.”
“Hahahaha – oh man that was a good one!”
“She couldn’t even do a fucking pushup!  She is a fucking waste of womanhood. 
The only thing she could do well was part her legs for any cock she thought
would help her get over on someone.”
“That all might have been true.  Once, but no more” Oberyn responded.  He
enjoyed all the remarks.  It would make his revenge all the sweeter.
More scornful laughter followed.
“I will have you know that Cersei is now called the Lioness or the Lion of
Battleborne Academy.  She has kicked everyone’s ass that challenges her.  And I
do mean kick ass … many more than once.  It has become a badge of honor to say
you have been “clawed” by the Lion of Dorne.”
“I don’t believe you!”
“Believe what you will.  I saw her and my eldest daughter decimate a whole
troop of Dothraki.  There were unconscious men all around them.  Men with
broken arms, legs and concussions laid all about them.  Cersei easily fights
off three and four men now.  If she did not hold herself back she would kill
with one strike now.”
“I have seen her body become strong like the sphinx of legend.  She has become
something more than human.  So has Daenerys Targaryen and Arya Stark.  We in
Dorne are much more attuned to nature and the old ways and magic.  When I look
at Cersei out of the corner of my eye and let my mind truly see I can see the
power ripple in her body.  I see the same thing with our Queen and her royal
hostage.  Nature and magic has chosen them to be their instruments I feel.”
“This has given them great strength and reflexes but also opened them to
magical assault.  Whatever attacked that Blood Phoenix attacked both
physically, magically and spiritually.  We all felt the hate of the attack and
the ire of the Ice King.  We all felt the ice daggers.  The women felt it
more.  Much more.  Barristan told of Daenerys fight on the plains of the Sea of
the Dothraki.  We all heard of her link to her dragons.  A link through magic.”
“I believe that magic is fashioning these three women to be instruments to
fight the evil that now plagues our world.  A sand witch has prophesized that
more evils than the Ice King are awakening.  After our war with him we will all
have other evils to fight.”
Oberyn saw the looks on the others faces.  They wanted to doubt him but the
events of the last two days had opened their minds to new possibilities.
Oberyn stirred the pot even more.  “The time is coming when Cersei will take
the Sword Morning Star and make it her own.”
“She is not of the House of Dayne.  All know that only that House can use that
sword!”
“A curse has been placed on the sword by the sand witch that prophesized ten
years ago that a Lion from the north would come and claim it.  This is the same
witch that prophesized the coming demons.”  Oberyn made a show of looking
around at perplexed faces as tapped his lips with his index finger.  “I wonder
who that Lion might be?”
“It said Lion not Lioness you idiot!” Stannis barked.  “Get your pronouns
correct.”
“Geez Oberyn.  Hyperbole.  Prophecies are all mist and obfuscation anyways.”
Stannis glared at the Red Viper.
“You will discover that soon enough.  I do believe that she has a destiny that
goes beyond Dorne.  Soon you will feel her and the Queen’s power along with
Arya’s.  The world is changing.  For the better I might add.”
“You’re blowing smoke out your ass man!”
“I will never bow before that harpy!  My brother should never have married that
harridan!”  Stannis was fuming big time now. 
“I would watch her your tongue.  Even the legendary power of the House of
Baratheon would be felled by her fists and kicks I fear.  Sorry Stannis.”
The man ground his teeth in disbelief.  “Bring her on!”
“Maybe someday we will.  I do need to bring my new daughter-in-law North to
greet the High Lords.
“Whhaatttt?!” Stannis bellowed.  The other lords not of Dorne gaped.  This was
rocking their world almost as much as the icy assault from two days ago.  That
had been shocking.  This news was heinous.  Cersei was a cunt!  All knew it.
The men of Dorne enjoyed the shock and consternation.  Oberyn had told them to
not mention Cersei’s ascension.  All the men and women of the military of Dorne
now admired Cersei greatly.  They all were in awe at what she had become.  All
longed to fuck Cersei Sand and were envious of House Martell having the inside
track to her hot body.  In Dorne fucking a person of great military renown
brought some of that honor onto that person.
“Oh that’s right.  I forgot to tell you.  Four days before I left to Dorne to
march to King’s Landing I married my daughter Obara to Cersei Lannister who
formally took her wife’s last name.  Just so you won’t go snitching to the
Queen both want to keep their last name.  In Dorne to be a Sand is an honor.”
“I gave Obara to Cersei and Ellaria gave Cersei to Obara.  It was a beautiful
ceremony.  My consort hopes to one day bed them and truly bring them into the
family.”  Oberyn waggled his eyebrows “I hope to have the same success.  Obara
is a great fuck and maybe, just maybe if I play my cards right Cersei and my
daughter will grace my and Ellaria’s bed.  I will be the only man to ever touch
their beautiful bodies.”
“You are fucking horrible—a crime before the laws of gods and men!”  “What a
disgusting piece of filth!”  “How dare you sin against the Seven Gods!”  “Do
you have no shame!”  The shouts came from all quarters.  Oberyn basked in them
all.  He loved living his life openly and freely.  Let all these prigs bleat. 
He enjoyed life to the fullest while all these men did was whine.
Oberyn laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his seat on his horse.  “Bleat all
you want.  I will enjoy life and the pleasures it has.  We will all meet in the
grave.  At least I will go into the Earth with a smile on my face.
Stannis just shook his head.  He thought Oberyn was only baiting those
assembled.  The man was just so full of himself!  Oberyn looked at Barristan
looking at him intently.  He shook his head and rode away.  That man needed to
get him a woman Oberyn decided.  Who was in the market for a frigid man who
thought I don’t fuck because of my honor?  There had to be somebody.  Oberyn
would keep his eyes open.  Barristan was still a fine looking man for his age. 
Maybe he had a little magic flowing in those old bones himself.
///////////
The column was stopping for the last surge in the late afternoon.  He was
petting his horse and giving him a carrot when he saw his Queen stick her head
out the wagon she was riding in.  He walked over as the main physician hurried
over clucking over the Queen.
“How are you feeling my Queen?”
“Weak but my strength is returning.  Arya is resting comfortably” the Queen
spoke looking back at her sleeping royal hostage a big smile coming on her
face. She was definitely enjoying sleeping with the girl.  Oberyn could feel in
his morrow that soon they would be loves.  Finally!  He smiled at that sweet
thought.  Daenerys Targaryen deserved to be happy.
“How long have I been incapacitated?”
“A little over two days.”
The Queen scowled and looked around.  “Worry not Daenerys.  We all realize that
your connection to magic made you susceptible to the magical attack on the
Blood Phoenix.”
“I’m not even sure I believe in magic Oberyn.  I tend to kill those who say
they are attacking me with magic.  Essos is littered with them.  Still I can’t
deny the ur-viles and what they did for me.  I saw the Shadowbender witches
create the impossible.”
“Then you need to start.  Don’t deny what your senses are telling you my
Queen.  You, Arya and Cersei are filled with it.”
The Queen sighed and then smiled.  “I guess I do.”
The Queen looked at Oberyn.  “I have been keeping abreast of Cersei’s
transformation and her marriage to your daughter.  That last truly surprised
me.  You used to really, really hate her” Daenerys told the Red Viper.
“True.  But she has changed mightily.  You saw some of it and it has progressed
and accelerated.  I am happy to have her as part of my family now.  I think you
would like the person she had become.  My whole family is enamored with her
now.  Ellaria is besotted with desires to bed Cersei.”
The Queen chuckled.  “Let’s hold off on that meeting for a little while yet. 
That would have to be some turn around.  Cersei is named after a fabled witch. 
Maybe she has incanted a spell on your family” the Queen said with a smirk.
Oberyn snorted “The only spell she has woven is sucking my daughter off.  Again
and again.”  Oberyn laughed seeing the Queen blush.  “She still has the acid
tongue and quick wit but that is what gives Cersei her spice.”
“If you say so.  How many days are we behind?”
“Less than two.  We are moving at our normal clip.”
“I hate losing the time.”
“I wouldn’t worry my Queen.  Any delay was worth the revealing of the Ice
King.  The seeing was believing but the assault on our bodies and spirits leave
no doubt.  All are prepared now to march to the Wall and defeat the Ice King. 
None now doubt.  I think even my brother would have lost all his vacillation
after such a revealing revelation.”
The Queen considered.  “I do agree.  I have only felt agony like that once
before.  I was unprepared.  I hope I didn’t appear too weak” she asked with
trepidation.
Oberyn chuckled.  “My Queen the whole event was quiet the epiphany.  Most of us
have been scrubbing our trousers and armor clean from crapping and pissing
ourselves.  We are all just thankful to have survived.”
“How did we?  The witches were totally incapacitated.  We were helpless.”
Oberyn related how he and Stannis succeeded in pulling the witches apart and
saving their lives and how knows who else’s life.
The Queen told him that all were indebted to their quick thinking, bravery and
strength.
They talked a little more before Daenerys insisted she need to get back to Arya
to tendto her.
The Queen indeed had it bad for the Stark girl.  Oberyn smiled.  He was happy
that the Queen had found her consort.
//////////
The next morning the Queen and Arya had fully recovered.  Oberyn saw that all
were impressed to see their full recovery so fast.  Many of the men were still
fatigued and a little pale from the ordeal.  The queen said that that evening
they would have a meeting to discuss the events that the Blood Phoenix had
revealed to them.
As the day progressed the Queen checked on the witches several times with
Oberyn and Stannis.  They felt connected to the witches having been
instrumental in saving them with their separation from the assault that had
struck their avatar.
Late that afternoon the two witches came awake.  They too had made full
recoveries which amazed the physicians, Oberyn and the Queen.  At first Oberyn
and Stannis had not been sure they would survive.  Their breathing was so
shallow and sparse.  The bodies had been white as the bone at first and their
eyes totally dilated and unresponsive.  Their bodies were almost rock hard with
what Oberyn first thought was rigor mortise.  Their bodies felt like they had
been frozen.
Oberyn suspected the witches had kept much of the pain and affect into their
bodies sparing their ritual partners the full agony and physical effects of the
assault.  To see them fully recovered now was almost as shocking as their
appearance after the assault.
The only thing they requested was that a large fire be started once they made
camp.  All were only too happy to do this for the women who had shown them so
much.  All were in their debt.
The end of the march for the day was reached as they reached the cook camp. 
The men and few women warriors happily dismounted their horses.  The horses had
their saddles removed and put on saddle posts erected just for this purpose. 
Tanners and saddlers worked on the saddles and tack.  Stable hands that had
been selected and those trained up along with a liberal sprinkling of Dothraki
cared for the horses.
Horses were combed down and their hooves checked for stones and any bruises. 
The Queen had made sure to have a horse veterinarian at each camp.  The Queen
had declared that horses would only be put down as a last resort.  The Dothraki
moved among the horses and Oberyn saw some of the men and most of the woman
looking over the column looking for potential bedmates.  Oberyn especially
liked the Dothraki and their liberal views on sex and life in general.
He saw many of the Westerosi horse tenders wearing a mix of Westeros and
Dothraki gear.  It seemed that the Dothraki were influencing their workmates. 
Oberyn hoped that other attitudes were being passed to the Westerosi by the
Dothraki.  With time the Dothraki were getting their coworkers to loosen up. 
Oberyn liked the Dothraki more for it.  The North of Westeros were much too
much like Stannis.  That was not a good thing.  It was not good to have a stick
up your ass.  Now a cock was another thing Oberyn snickered to himself.
A shallow pit was dug and filled with dead wood and dried grass and tumbleweeds
that they had found in the leeward side of a hill.  Soon a mighty fire was
blazing.  The two witches went to sit just before the flames.  The witches were
surprised when the Queen joined them.  Oberyn saw that she was indeed the Queen
of dragons.  The flames did not harm her.  She did not stay long as she noticed
that Arya was getting agitated seeing her Queen with the two beautiful women. 
For the life of him Oberyn did not know why many of the men did not find the
small witch attractive.  He liked her crooked teeth and slightly off kilter
facial features.  He found them cute and she had a smoking hot body. 
He really wanted to bang them but sensed the larger witch would tear him apart
if he got too close to her witch.  His mind went back to King’s Landing and to
that strange small woman that had made it clear that Missandei was hers and not
his.  Yes, discretion was the better part of valor.  His gaze moved on.
After the evening meal the Queen started the meeting with the royals and the
generals.  She asked if any questioned what they had endured together.  No one
could deny what they had experienced together. 
The Queen asked if any doubted that they must march to the Wall.  That the true
enemy was there.
None did.
Mace asked “What of Eddard Stark?”
Oberyn was now shocked at the honesty of the Queen. She told all how for the
last six months she had worked with Eddard Stark to ensure that they the South
came up to the North in mass.  She related to them the letter he had sent with
Arya and how she had believed him totally.
There was shocked silence.
Oberyn stepped in.  “I commend you Daenerys.  Even I would have not believed
you if you had told me of the rebirth of the Ice King.  It has been eight
thousand years since he walked Earth.  We would have been a house divided.”
“But she lied to us!” Stannis grated out.
“Pleasseeeee!  How often do we lie to each other for the most petty of things. 
This was done for the benefit of the realm only.  We would have fought, argued
and come up King’s Highway constantly fighting and quarreling with each other. 
This would have been picked up on the people of the Riverlands and the North. 
No, I believe this was by far the best action.  A house divided cannot stand. 
We all, my house is maybe the worse, are too quick to take rash action.”
There was general unease.  The witches had come over from the fire and watched
all with their dark eyes.  All the men started to squirm under their intense
stare.
The large one, Melisandre, spoke softly “Was our sacrifice for nothing?” but
her words seemed to ring in the air.
Stannis stood up.  “I believe that what happened needed to happen.  I must
confess that I found many actions to be burdensome and inane.  If we thought we
were going to the Wall to fight gremlins and snarks I would have rebelled.  I
definitely would not have believed.”
Oberyn used this opportunity “I agree with Stannis.  We are here now.  All else
does not matter. It is the past.  In each of our bodies we have felt he malice
and hate of this Ice King.  We must march to the Wall and defeat and kill him
and his forces there.  We must defend our homes from this threat as far north
as possible.  We felt the hate.  If we fail he will ravage our lands and kill
all.  He will convert our young males to be his army.  We cannot let that
stand!”
“We have felt his power.  Each and everyone one of us felt his vile evil and
his ultimate goal.  All of our deaths.  There can be no quarter sought or
given.  We will fight and defeat him on the edge of our lands.  No other
recourse is open to us.”
Oberyn had brought his spear with him and snatched it up and twirled it over
his head in a blur and then slammed the butt of the spear into the ground.
“I stand with our Queen.  Who joins me!”
Stannis and Renly immediately jumped up shouting “We do!”
Now all those gathered around jumped up shouting allegiance.  Oberyn saw the
Queen looking at him gratefully for helping to solidify the South under her
cause.
Oberyn was only happy to serve his Queen.  It truly inspired the man to serve
greatness and a noble purpose.  Daenerys was what the minstrel’s sung of in
their songs.  He would always gladly serve his Queen.
Let this be an age of Reclamation!
 
Jon
The snow was falling again.  There was no wind this night.  The horses slowly
pushed through the snow that came up to their knees.  They had come into a
small clearing that was a mile deep into the Haunted Forest from the margin
that was itself one mile and half miles back from the wall.  Jon would go no
deeper.  If they had to make a breakneck escape he needed to be able to have
their horses give their full effort the entire run back to the gate at the
Wall.
He had fifty sentries there armed with special weapons provided by his father. 
He and the members of his party were now armed with weapons that should be an
anathema to their frozen and dead foes.  His father’s supply wagons full of
dragon glass weapons had been arriving for the last six months with wagons
filled with arrow tips of dragon glass.  There had been crates of just arrow
heads fashioned into Lanceolate and Stemmed heads.  Many of the arrowhead had
been grafted on to arrows.  The rest his Crows and the Wildling were furiously
crafting these arrow heads onto shafts. 
Jon had his armors forging Iron tipped arrow heads too.  His wives had seen the
Ice Armor being cut, forged and crafted into suits of armor for the Ice Giants.
 His wives had also seen that some suites of ice armor were being fashioned for
Ice Wrights of human birth.  His wives had recognized the magic used to bond
the ice.  Jon had had his crafters fashion ice blocks his wives then fashioned
into armor blocks.  They began to test their arrows against the ice armor.  Jon
wanted to kill at distance.  He had had enough experience of the ferocity of
the dead when they were allowed to come upon you.  They had discovered that
iron tips weapons would crack and if close enough shatter an armored ice block
when the arrows were fired with enough force. 
His wives had created spells that they spoke and wove arcane glyphs with their
hands over large mounds of iron tipped arrows.  Their spells tuning the iron to
shatter the ice armor more effectively than the iron alone.  His wives spending
hours at a time enhancing their iron tipped weapons. 
Thus he and his riders carried arrows tipped with both iron and dragon glass. 
Each rider had a quiver on their back and two each side of their horse.  Each
quiver had thirty arrows in them.  They had fletched the arrows slightly
differently to differentiate between iron and dragon glass tipped weapons. 
Each rider carried thirty iron tipped arrows out of the one hundred and fifty
arrows they carried.  Everyone knew the Ice King would send his dead in swarms
to overwhelm his enemies.  It had been the tactic of the past and it had always
worked.  Hopefully, that would cease.
They would not be traveling any further into the woods.  The extra quivers
would not be a problem resting on the horses’ flanks for this short range
mission.  Jon knew he was in no position to delve deeper into the Haunted
Forest.  Even with his enhanced weaponry.  He had lost enough men of his
enemy.  He was not like his predecessor Lord Commanders wasting effort and more
importantly men sending out patrols that did not return ever depleting his
numbers.
They would use the iron tipped weapons to destroy the ice armor if and the
dragon glass to kill the walking dead and the Ice Wrights if unarmored or after
their ice armor had been destroyed.
For a month now he had lead patrols along the marges of the Haunted Forest
every other night.  He had done this to get his enemy used to this pattern of
patrol.  To set them at ease with it.  They would set out after midnight and
patrol a mile into the forest and travel a line up and down the forest.  Jon
was dangling bait for the Ice Wrights and their dead.  The Crows and Wildling
had lost way too many to the Ice King before they had fully understood the
enemy or had the weapons to fight his forces.
Jon would travel up to five miles east and west of the gate.  He came out with
a party of roughly fifty riders.  The size not so large as to intimidate the
enemy and hopefully entice them to attack.  Too many patrols had been
annihilated by their implacable foe.  Jon longed to give the Ice King a taste
of his own medicine.  He had been thwarted so far.  He would continue to entice
his foe.  How long could the bastard resist the temptation to kill a few more
Crows and Wildings? 
Jon had ceased all patrols one year ago.  He sent out patrols and none
returned.  Others had wanted to make patrols but Jon overrode them.  That had
changed now.  They finally had weapons and tactics to fight the dead and the
Ice Wrights.  Five of his best archers also had arrowheads wrapped in linen
soaked in tar.  They had flint and tender to create quick fire.  The uneven
heads of the arrows required their best archers to accurately fire these
arrows.  Between dragon glass and fire arrows they should be able to cause
great harm to the enemy. 
He had Ghost patrolling a few hundred yards out in front of them.  Jon had a
loose mental connection with his Direwolf.  He kept a strong leash on Ghost’s
natural instinct to confront and attack his and Jon’s enemies.  His wives had
taught Jon to trust his and Ghost’s senses and instincts.  Those instincts had
told Jon that for months now they were being watched from the woods.  The enemy
was close but not yet ready to attack.  He needed to lure them into his trap.
It made sense.  The Ice King was marching south.  The initiative had been
wrested from the humans.  The Ice King had total freedom of movement.  The Ice
King had won that freedom.  The craven would use that freedom now to advance
unseen on the Wall.  Jon could not prevent that.  What Jon could do hopefully
was bloody the proverbial nose of the Ice King and his forces.  He wanted to
sow seeds of doubt in his foe’s mind.  He wanted to instill fear into the
creature’s vile mind.  He wanted the Ice King to know that he could be hurt
now.
He had the best archers of his Crows and Wildling with him.  He had patrolled
up and down the animals tracks before the wall.  He made sure to bring some of
the leaders of the Wildings with him on each patrol.  Jon did not know if the
Ice King even cared about such things but Jon had them with him in case it
would help entice an attack.  The forest here was not heavily populated with
trees or dense undergrowth.  He was banking on the relative open landscape
would prevent an outright ambush.
A horse moved up beside his.  “It is so beautiful out here in the forest.  The
falling snow is magical” Mance Rayder told Jon as they walked their horses
through the middle of the clearing.  All in the gathering watched the edges of
the forest towards the North.  “Yes I can feel them to Jon.”  They both looked
at the edge of the glade.  They were out their hidden.  Watching.  They could
feel the hate and loathing.
Jon nodded in acknowledgement.  He had felt the eyes on them for at least eight
months.  It had galled him to know his enemy was so close and he couldn’t do a
damn thing.  The Ice King had total freedom of movement.  Jon could feel the
ancient implacable hate of his enemy that had been so distant but now was so
much closer.  Jon could feel his enemy at the Fist of the First Men.  His palms
itched to confront his ancient foe and kill him now as he had eight thousand
years ago.  In his dreams he felt his previous incarnation screaming with
righteous fury as his sword sunk clean through the Ice King killing him in heat
and fire.
What Jon felt now was another kind of anger and hate.  This was much more
contained and physical.  Jon could feel the minions of his enemy.  They had
gathered and were close.
Val looked out over the edge of the forest on the North face of the clearing. 
“They are there.  I cannot see them but I know they are there.”  Jon knew this
was a perfect spot to be ambushed in.  Surely his foes would want to use it to
strike at them.  Then Jon felt the change.  He trusted his instincts.
Jon held up his hand to halt his column.  “Prepare.”  The air was getting
colder.  There was no sound.  It was as if the very air was holding its
breath.  All animal life had fled.  They knew the danger.  A danger Jon and
party dearly wanted to confront.
Tormund barked “At last.  I have grown tired of this waiting.”
Jon softly called out.  “Keep you distance from the enemy.  Remember they are
dead or frozen death.  We have seen the remains of regular swords that went up
against their swords.  Only my sword can withstand their swords.”  Jon turned
to look to the South.  His senses told him it was still not blocked.  He sensed
Others gathering but they were not many.  They would be dealt with.  His wives
had taught him how to project his senses a small distance from his body.  He
could not reach out miles and miles like they could but he was confident that
their path to the wall had not been blocked from the wall.  His eyes flared. 
He felt more presences moving in from the west and east towards their flank. 
Suddenly Ghost came bounding out of the forest.  An Ice Wright was giving chase
but his wolf easily outdistanced it.  As one all the riders pulled their bows
off their backs and shook their arms.  Jon saw this Ice Wright had no armor. 
His thin body only clothed in a thin tunic and trousers and boots that strapped
up to his knees.  His blazing blue eyes regarded them coldly.
Jon could feel the Ice Wrights overwhelming confidence.  They had no idea. 
Good!  Jon had read that revenge was a dish best served cold.  It was deathly
cold this night.  Suddenly, the far edge of the forest was filled with
shambling dead that slowly came out into the clearing.  It looked like flotsam
of deadwood on a rising tide coming towards them.  Ghost had reached Jon’s
horse and turned to face his enemies.  His fur bristled up.
“Mance, Val, Tormund, can you and your people feel the enemy trying to out
flank us. Their numbers are few but they will try to ambush us.  Beware.”
No one answered.  There was no need.  They had been planning for this for four
months.  Jon pulled his small horn from off his saddle pummel.  AAARRWWOOOOO!
AAAAARRRWWOOOO!” he blew the horn.  The stumbling dead had covered half the
distance to the riders.  Their dead eyes glowing bright blue and their
blackened extremities reaching for their enemies.  More and more dead were
flowing out of the trees and shambling towards their foes.
Two more Ice wrights had appeared on the edge of the forest observing them.  As
one the fifty gathered souls reached back and using the fletching of the arrows
to differentiate the arrows pulled the dragon glass tipped arrows out and
notched their bows.
Val stood up in her stirrups and pulled her yew wood long bow back her fingers
by her ear “Make each arrow count!” she screamed.
Mance and Jon as one shouted “Fire!”
The thrum of fifty taunt bowstrings being released sounded around the small of
island of life in a rising sea of dead.  Jon looked at the tide shambling
towards them.  Jon saw many men in various states of decompensation.  Some had
been dead for years and years while others appeared to have only recently been
killed and turned.  Animals from small predators and large rodents like
woodchucks and beavers crawled forward.  Animals like foxes, coyotes, cougars
and lynxes were moving towards them.  There were many large elk, bear, wolves
and four, no, five mastodons that stumbled forth.  All with bright blue eyes
that glowed with death.
The arrows found their mark.  Jon waited with baited breath for a few rapid
heartbeats. By the old gods the dragon glass had to work.  Why else had the
First People used it so extensively?
“Yes!” Jon shouted.  Two men and a cougar had taken shots to the head and fell
dead immediately.  Many others took arrows to their midsections and upper
chest.  The dead staggered and Jon saw gold tendrils swirling out from the spot
of the arrow piercing the dead bodies.  The gold tendrils radiating out to
cover more and more of the dead bodies.  The dead began to stumble and move in
random directions.  The flesh turning black from the wound site and moving
out.  The gold tendrils wrapping around the dead bodies turning flesh black. 
Jon saw two dead had taken hits to their thighs and one man was hit in his
arm.  The arm went limp and the man and wolf hit in the leg now dragged that
limb as gold tendrils radiated out moving in both directions on the limb.
It was working!  Too slowly but working.  “Fire at will!” Mance shouted.
A storm of carefully aimed arrows flew out from the humans striking the leading
edge of the dead.  The arrows that hit heads made the icy dead drop and lie
still for the humans and smaller animals.  He saw a large bear take an arrow to
the eye.  It stumbled and went down to its forelimbs but came back up.  Two
more arrows flew out to pierce its skull and thick neck.  This time when the
bear went down and it did not rise back up.
The first line of walking dead had been dispatched but many more were coming
out of the woods to confront them.  Arrows were whistling through the air and
finding their marks.  Jon saw many beasts and men with arrows in their chests
and sides.  The golden tendrils spreading out and making flesh turn black and
then start to slough off the bodies.  He saw a moose lose all its flesh on one
side and the bones began to separate and the beast fell to the ground and
thrashed.
“Fall back!” Jon shouted as they fired their arrows fast and furious.  He had
hoped for instant kills.  They were going through their supply of arrows fast. 
Suddenly, the first Ice Wright stormed forward drawing his sword screaming in
some high pitched discordant language.  The other two Ice Wrights screamed at
the first but he did not heed them.  He ran forward and then screamed and
staggered to a stop.  Three arrows jutted from his chest.
His body began to shake violently and then steam started to rise from his body
and he screamed and screamed.  The dragon glass in his body quickly poisoned
his very blood.  His benison was two more arrows to throat and heart that sent
him crashing to the ground steaming like a geyser in the middle of a frozen
lake.
Now flaming arrows were flying in straight lines sinking into dead who
immediately alight on fire.  They stumbled around.  Some fell into their
brothers and lighting them on fire.  There were no screams of pain but once
alight the dead went up like dried tender.  Jon wondered at the strange magic
that made the dead flare up like bonfires but did not concern himself with it. 
He was just thankful.
Two more Ice Wrights appeared on the edge of the forest and these had ice armor
on.  They seemed older to Jon somehow. 
Jon looked behind him and saw ten men and a handful of deer, horses and cattle
come out of the forests on that side.  He shouted at Tormund.  Jon pointed
behind them at the new party of enemy.  Tormund and several Wildling turned and
focused on the new adversaries feathering the advancing dead and killing some
with one shot and others slowing and then killing with additional body shots.
They were being hemmed in.  He could feel the confidence of the Ice Wrights. 
They were being hemmed in and their arrows were being exhausted.  They had to
keep firing fast and furious to kill the now sea of advancing dead.  How had so
many been able to hide so close to the wall! Jon thought.
One of the armored Ice Wrights had climbed on a wooly mammoth that came between
the trees and advanced.  He was confident in his armor.  They did not know that
that his witch wives had put a hex on their Iron tipped weapons strengthening
them.  The iron tuned to their ice armor. 
Val screamed “Lokamyr, Gilny, Valla, Hararegg—iron arrows!”  These were the
best marksmen in Wildlings ranks at Castle Black.  Now hexed iron tipped arrows
flew out at the Ice Wright.  He was fast and dodge some of the arrows but
others found their mark.  They struck his ice armor and slammed in.  Many of
the discs held but fractured and others exploded.  More struck his armor and
now his armor was filled with gapes and tears.  He looked down shocked at his
now ragged armor.  An arrow found a hole and slammed into his body.  The iron
jutted out his body and he smiled.  Iron had no effect on him.
His pachyderm mount itself was now falling apart as arrows of dragon glass
struck up and down its body.  Golden tendrils had now encased its body which
had turned black and suddenly huge slabs of meat and guts started to fall off
the staggering beast.
The smile disappeared on the Ice Wright’s face when Val loosed a dragon glass
arrow and it found a hole just formed over his heart.  The Ice Wright frowned
looking down as steam and whips started to flow out his body through the hole
in his ice armor.  He screamed an unearthly howl until Valla sent a dragon
glass tipped arrow down his throat.
Ice Wright and mammoth fell to the ground and moved no more.
Their quivers were emptying.  Val and the other marksmen looked out over the
glen to see the three remaining Ice Wrights looking at them with their bright
blue eyes glowing with unending hate.  They were letting their dead advance to
do their work for them.  They had seen two of their number killed.
Still more dead flowed out of the forest on both sides of the glen.  Time was
running out.
HAARROOOOO! HAARROOOOO! HAARROOOOO!
War horns sounded and a force of over fifty Crows and wildlings burst from the
trees.  The men had long lances tipped with broad tipped heads of dragon
glass.  The men ran their horses at the walking dead who were facing Jon’s
forces on the Wall side of the glade.  The walking dead never saw their new
foes.  The riders rode forward and buried their lances in the bodies of the
walking dead.  The broad heads of dragon glass immediately sending out golden
tendrils of magic severing the Wright magic.  The lumbering dead men and
animals fell to the ground to die their second death.
The men and women quickly rode out to Jon’s forces.  Bowen Marsh came up to
Jon.  “We have blocking forces on each side of us with twenty men armed with
dragon glass lances and arrows.  They will sound their horns if attacked in
mass.  We have brought the five horses loaded with fresh quivers.”  Each rider
had six additional quivers on their own horses that had flipped wildly as they
rode up to their Crow and Wildling brothers.  Dalla came up with her bow out. 
“I’m not too late am I!” she shouted feathering an arrow and shooting a deer
buck approaching with lowered head and large antler rack.  Two more arrows
pierced its body and feel to the Earth the magic animating it severed.  Bowen
and a few a crows rode out from the group to the sides. 
The small cavalry throwing javelins tipped with dragon glass.  They rose up on
their horses and threw their javelins with great force and true aim.  The
weapons slamming into the flanks of animals and bodies of stumbling dead men. 
The weapons first staggering the animated dead and then setting to severing the
magic animating the bodies.  Golden tendrils turning flesh to rot and breaking
the bonds of bones sending bodies crashing to the ground.
The bowmen were shooting the small animals as they approached.  Each arrow shot
instantly or quickly killing the smaller bodies.
One of the remaining Ice Wrights got behind several large cave sloths and tried
to use their bodies to advance.  A near blizzard of arrows quickly brought the
beasts down.  The Ice Wright was then trapped as the forces of the Crows and
Free Folk surged forward enough to half circle the Ice Wright.  The Wright was
able to knock several arrows down.  The other two Ice Wrights tried to advance
but dragon glass and iron tipped arrows kept them at bay.  More of the walking
dead tried to advance on the humans to drive them back and then kill them.
The dead were brought down with a storm of arrows that pierced their bodies
with multiple arrows quickly killing what should have already been dead.  The
second death of rotting bodies and falling away bones.
The Ice Wright made a run for it.  It had gone thirty yards when an arrow hit
it in the hamstring.  Its scream as it feel to the ground was hideous.  Bowen
and Dalla rode forward and threw two javelins into the Wrights back pinning it
to the ground as steam and slough ran off its body as it screamed and died.
The dead turned about and walked towards the forest a blizzard of arrows
following them and killing many that had made it deep into the glen.
The battle was over.  Jon snow was exhausted.  His black leathers soaked in
sweat.  His white hair plastered to his face and neck.  His purple eyes took in
the victory.  The battle had not been long but he saw that all his forces were
as soaked in sweat as he.  There would be no pursuit of the enemy.  He had in
at least a small measure gotten revenge for his lost and slain brothers.  Mance
and Dalla embraced and kissed in joy at the victory.
Jon did not celebrate.  They had surprised the enemy with their large supply of
dragon glass weapons.  He doubted they would make the same mistake twice. 
Still he had achieved his goals.  He had given his command revenge and a much
needed victory against their implacable enemy.  This victory would make spirits
soar among the Crows and Wildings hearts.  This victory would help draw the two
desperate groups together.  They had shown the Ice King that they now had
tactics and more importantly the weapons to give as good as they got. 
Jon had noticed that the Ice King was not decisive in his decisions.  He sought
overwhelming odds and force.  Jon had now given the Ice King reasons to doubt.
//////////
Jon was relaxing in his chambers.  He sat at the round table and looked at this
sword that he held up before him.  The blade was ablaze with the flames of Azor
licking up and down its length.  The blade glowed red with the heat of flames
radiating out from its core.  Jon was not sure but the binding of the magic
from the land Asshai and the Valyrian steel seemed to be melding and
strengthening as time went by.  The sword was definitely radiating hotter than
before.  Jon knew of another reason why the sword glowed hotter.
The Ice King was much closer now.  He could feel him like a rancid sore pulsing
in the North.  He knew the Ice King could feel him too.  Since his wives had
left to fulfill their part of the tableau and convince the forces of Westeros
who the true enemy is Jon had spent many hours staring into his sword.  He felt
that his foe was doing the same with his sword.  Fire and Ice gazing at each
other with inimical loathing and hate.  The swords and their owners knew their
destinies were linked.  They would meet on the field of battle and one of them
would die.  Jon knew it would be the Ice King.  It was his destiny to kill the
Ice King and survive. 
Jon truly felt in the marrow of his bones that his victory was assured.  He
knew he would meet his foe on the field of battle and it would be his sword
that would deliver the fatal blow.
That morning he had met with Rickard Karstark who had arrived at the vanguard
of his father’s advancing forces that were massing in the Gift fifteen miles
from Castle Black.  The forces were rested and organized and ready to advance
on the Wall.
Rickard had come to prepare the way.  Jon meet the man in his quarters whom he
had met several times when he was younger.  When Jon greeted him he kissed his
old friend on the cheek and then stepped back and pulled his cloak hood back.
Rickard gasped and backed up a step.  He had seen Rhaegar in his youth.  “What
sorcery is this?!” 
Jon looked at him calmly and then pulled his sword from the scabbard on his. 
The sword light up and blazed fiercely the flames shooting up almost three feet
above the sword.  The sword in harmony with its master and blazing hot for its
Master.
Rickard had backed up against the wall his hand on the pommel of his sword.
“You have nothing to fear Rickard.  I merely want complete honesty between us
and the forces coming to aid the Night’s Watch.  The time for half-truths are
over. 
“Are … are you Rhaegar reborn?  How is this possible?”
“I am the son of Prince Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark.”
Rickard was quiet looking at Jon for the longest time.  Finally he spoke.  “It
all fits … how could I have not seen it.  I knew Eddard would never betray his
oath to Caitlyn Stark.  Why?”
“Robert Baratheon would have demanded my death.  Eddard Stark the father of my
heart did not want any more wars caused by his family”
Rickard looked at him again for a long moment.  “Yes.  I think Robert would
have.  Your hair … your eyes?”
“I walked in the flames and I was transformed.  All the lies were burned away. 
I will not live them for another minute” Jon told the scion of House Karstark. 
What Jon was not telling the man was he was using this sudden revelation of his
true parentage to throw the man slightly off his balance.  It would make him
more tractable.
He went for the brass ring playing his now enhanced royal heritage.  “I am
nephew of Daenerys Targaryen.  I am next in line to the Iron Throne.  She has
deemed it seemly for the North to fully support the Night’s Watch.  She is
upset and suspicious how you could not have supported us more.
Rickard started to get a little pale.  “I did all I was told! I fulfilled my
duty.”
“But did you ever think to rise above your station and seek to truly fulfill
your obligation.  Or did you do the least you could.”
The man knew Jon spoke the truth.  “Support me now and I will talk to the
Queen.”
Jon was not really lying.  He was planning on talking to the Queen.  Just not
about any of this since he was lying through his teeth.  He was sorry for
having to do it but the realm required it.  He had come to understand his
father was doing much the same thing. 
These were truly extraordinary times.  Karstark told Jon he would support Jon
fully.  When Jon asked him to talk to his fellow Lords and get a start to
planting the seeds of trust and friendship between the North and the Wildlings
Rickard agreed.  The Queen thought that all the people of Westeros should stand
truly united against their common foe.  Rickard went to one knee to pledge the
full support of his House.  He would speak to the other Houses of the North. 
Karstark asked if Jon would mention all this to the Queen Jon assured him he
would.
They talked a few more minutes about Jon’s lineage as the Leader of Karstark
came to grips with the many changes he had just been handed. 
“I will have you know that I have brought the Wildling to the South of the wall
and promised them gift to live and settle in.”
The man stared at him his mouth open.  “Do you know no limits?!  Who gave you
the right?” Karstark demanded.  He had just pledged his troth but he felt now
like he was being taking advantage of. 
“Why you did friend of my father” Jon spoke still playing all his cards.  “By
rights given to the Lord Commander by our ancestors I have total sovereignty of
the gifts given to the Knight’s watch.”
“But why?” Karstark said hotly.
“Why, to save them of course.”
“But they are our sworn enemy.”
“Funny I have talked to them and not one them have sworn such an oath.”
The man sputtered.  “You know what I mean!  Again I ask why?”
“Because I needed troops to man the wall … troops you did not provide I might
add.  I made this decision.  I made a decision necessary to save the realm. 
Also, it was the right thing to do.  We and the Wildlings have a common foe.  A
foe that means to kill us all.  The Wildlings will fight hard and well by our
sides.  They desire what we desire.”
“What is that?”
“Why life of course.  A life for themselves and their children.  Anyways, after
the war is over most will return to their lands beyond the Wall.  I hope to
keep the gates open in the future.  We need to learn to live in peace and not
war.  I grow tired of it.”
“Have you told your father?!”
“No. But he will accept my decision.”
“How do you know?!”
“When I tell my father that every man, woman and Child would have been killed
he will see my reasoning and accept it.  Plus, they are excellent fighters.  We
have been too greedy of our lands for too long.  I will propose to my father
and to the merchants of all the trade this will open up.  It will create jobs
and tax revenue.  Yes I think my father and the crown will like hearing that.”
“For eight thousand years we have fought and died warring against each other. 
That is long enough.”
Karstark stared at Jon.  Jon could see the man calculating what his father’s
reactions would be.  All knew of his father’s sense of justice and mercy.  How
his father sought to defend all in his realm.  He even now protected the
Direwolf, lion and wolf in his realm.  How could he turn his back on what were
his people above the Wall.
“They will have to bend the knee to your father.”
“I think not.  Maybe in time if they chose but they do not follow our feudal
system.”
“That is insane.  You know they must bend the knee!”
“Would you bend the knee to Tywin Lannister?  Lord Balon Greyjoy?”
“I would never bend the knee to such as them!”
“There you go.”
Rickard glared at Jon.  “That was most unkind of you.  Using my own words
against me.”
“Come with me and meet the Wildling leaders.”  Karstark grumbled but in truth
he was now interested in meeting these people he had been raised to think of as
enemies.  Jon’s strange words had had a strange effect upon him.  He knew
Eddard Stark would never eschew such a meeting. 
The meeting had been tense at first but Karstark soon warmed up to the leaders
of the Wildlings.  He found them to be honorable and amazingly a lot like
himself.  They had similar views, desires, and goals.
He was stiff with Mance Rayder for abandoning the watch but couldn’t say
anything if the current Lord Commander had granted him amnesty.  Karstark liked
the other leaders of the Free Folk.  He eyed Val and Karsi who were both comely
and mighty warriors.  He talked with Tormund, Rattleshirt and Styr and saw that
maybe they were not so bad after all.
Jon had left them.  Rickard had sent a rider out to bring in his Lords and
Knights to meet and start planning with his new allies.  The man was already
warming to being the ambassador between the North and lands above the Land.  It
would bring much power to his house.  Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to get on the
Queen’s good side.  Jon had assured him that he would put in a good word.
Jon looked at his sword turning it slowly as he sat beside the table in the
magically hexed area that did not burn with the sword’s heat.  It had been a
good night and morning.  He had given the Ice King a resounding defeat and he
had laid the foundation for the working together of the Free Folk and the
Houses that pledge allegiance to his father.  He put the sword back into its
scabbard. 
He got up from his table and went to the cupboard to fix himself a lite meal
for lunch.  A smile crossed his face thinking how Melisandre was always so
anxious to cook for him.  He was more than happy to take care of his own meals
and clean up around their living quarters.  He could not understand how some of
the other crow officers who had their own bedchambers could live like pigs in a
sty and that was insulting pigs. 
They would not even take the energy to put their dishes and eating utensils
back outside their door for the stewards to retrieve the next morning to
clean.  He had seen soiled clothing draped everywhere, dirty dishes and glasses
with papers strewn everywhere.  To Jon this just seemed to disrupt the feel of
a room.  He was not a pig and he refused to live like one.
He and Melisandre still bickered over his wanting to clean and cook.  Ygritte
had no such problem.  She would lean back on her chair’s two back legs and prop
her feet up on the table top. If she had a mug of mead she would reach forward
and pound it on the table.  “Feed me woman!  You wife is hungry!”
Melisandre would smile great big running around making their meals (even if
they did not need to eat) and pour them fresh water and mead when Jon asked and
Ygritte demanded with a cheeky smile.
Melisandre just ate it up.  She would get so docile and meek. Then they would
take her to bed and pound the shit out of her as Ygritte now crowed.  Jon had
become sorry he had every told his shorter wife that phrase though Melisandre
would be screaming “pound my ass … nail it to the bed Jon!” or “slam fuck my
hot pussy and pound the shit out of me Ygritte!”
It still amazed Jon how such a powerful person could get so submissive in their
bed.  Ygritte told Jon Melisandre was a bottom.  Ygritte said he was too when
she fucked Jon.  It was different with Jon.  Him being a man and they being
women just sort of shunted him to the top position.  Jon asked Ygritte which
she was “I’m always the top!  I only let you be top!” she had crowed her chin
jutted out and her chest puffed out showing off her small tits and tight rump. 
YesJon thought.  Ygritte was definitely top dog in their family unit.
Jon reached for the handle to the cupboard.
Jon screamed in agony as searing pain filled his body.  It felt like blades of
icy fire were pounded into his body with a sledgehammer.  Jon collapsed to his
knees.  His wives were being attacked.  He screamed in pain and fear for his
wives.  Jon staggered into the cupboard and bounced off.  The knives of agony
felt like they were tearing him apart.  Jon knew that his wives would invoke a
phoenix and merge into the comingled blood of their bodies and blood from the
veins of the royals.  This would allow all to see and feel what they and the
Phoenix sensed with its senses.
The pain passed.  Jon was gasping.  He was just recovering when again the
freezing slicing pain pierced his body all over his back, neck and head.  His
screams bounced off the walls reverberating into each other as more screams
were ripped from his throat.  He did not remember falling to the ground.  He
kicked over a chair and violently upset the table spilling the dish, glass and
eating utensils on it onto the floor.
Again the pain passed but Jon was much weaker now.  He understood instinctively
that something was attacking the Blood Phoenix from above and was passing it
and looping back around to attack again.  He tried to get up but it was
useless.
Again he was slammed into the floor with pain as he cried out and turned his
head over as he violently vomited.  He was almost unconscious now.  He raged at
himself for letting his wives go south to do “their duty”.  They were being
killed!  The pain passed.  He knew it would return and his was helpless to save
his wives.  He felt hot tears of shame roll down his cheeks.  He was a Stark
and a Man and was supposed to protect his wives!
Jon felt the pain pass but he knew it would strike again.  He could feel the
agony of his wives somehow.  They were taking the brunt of the attack and
shielding everyone from the full devastation of the attack.  They could not
take much more.  Again he screamed as another attack commenced and he felt
though his wives that the Blood Phoenix was faltering.  He felt it that if it
persisted so would his wives.  He gritted his teeth trying to will himself to
not lose consciousness.  He tried to send what little strength he had left to
his wife.
Suddenly, the pain was gone and he felt the Blood Phoenix slip away to safety. 
His wives were still alive.  Something had saved them.  He had no idea what but
he was thankful.  He rolled over onto his stomach.  He knew he was going to
pass out and needed to get his mouth down in case he vomited again.  He did not
want to aspirate.
///////////
It had been over three days since the attack.  He had been agitated needing to
hear something from his wives.  He could only hope the lack of them reaching
out to him was them recovering.  He knew that if they had died he would have
felt it in his soul.  He was linked to them now and would feel their passing. 
He had quickly recovered the next day.  His strength returned though it took
another day before he could eat anything without feeling very ill.
He was riding the lift up to the top of the wall when he felt his wives
reaching out to touch his mind.  They could not communicate with him with words
or thoughts but he could feel their emotional state when they touched his mind
thus.  He felt warmth and love spread throughout his body.  Their love for him
burning through him like it always did when they touched his mind and spirit. 
Jon smiled knowing his wives had recovered.  He could feel their renewed health
and vitality.  They could not communicate more to him than the sense of their
wellbeing and their love for him at this great distance.  That was enough for
Jon Snow. 
He also felt their elation.  He knew that could only mean that the South had
been convinced.  Jon would have a massive army at his back.  He would have the
weapons to fight the enemy.  He knew the war would be violent and severe but he
would win.  He was Azor Ahai reborn.  He would repeat his victory.
His wives were so happy and he felt their longing for him.
He smiled evilly.  He would make sure to blister their asses and slap their
faces, cunts and tits nice and hard like they liked when they had been bad and
naughty.  And they had been most naughty making Jon give into their wishes.  He
had been right.  He paused.  That was not quite right.  He had been a lot right
he decided.  They had succeeded but their deaths had been close.  He would have
to find out how they were saved and thank that person profusely. 
He then would take his wives and take them somewhere nice and private.  Like
their bedroom!  They would need to be punished for almost getting their asses
killed!  Then he would “pound the shit” out of them as Ygritte loved to say
now.  He shook his head.  Gods that girl was a bonfire in bed.  She kept him
and Melisandre on their toes which kept their sex life hot and spicy.
He arrived at the top of the wall.  The sun was setting into the west now.  The
Wall casting oblong shadows over onto the haunted forest.  He still felt the
Ice King’s minions in the forest but they had pulled back some distance.  He
knew he was being watched but that was good.  He stood on the edge of the Wall
gazing over the dark brooding trees.  He knew that nature felt it too.  The
malevolent evil that festered and grew.
He had been happy with the skirmish.  It had not really been a battle.  The
forces had been much too small for that.  Still Jon knew he had achieved an
important victory.  He had shown the Ice King that the forces of man had
weapons that could kill them now.  If only they had these weapons years ago
when he first took his vows. It did not matter now.  The past could not be
changed.
He had been half afraid the dead would reanimate.  He had not burned the
corpses that day and waited a night before again going into the glade in the
bright noon sun.  The dead were still there.   The magic of the dragon glass
had indeed severed permanently the magic that had animated them.  They could
now kill the enemy. 
The killing of three Ice Wrights had been most pleasing indeed.  From what his
wives had told him the Ice King put his essence into those vile wraiths.  He
must have felt their deaths.  Good.  Hopefully, this defeat would make him
hesitate.  He wanted every minute.
Loads of dragon glass were being sent up and down the Wall.  They had fired off
almost four thousand arrows in the skirmish.  They had been able to retrieve
roughly half.  Many were lost and others had broken heads.  The dragon glass
was fragile.  He would always need more dragon glass arrows.  He had had his
best archers with him for the battle.  Other archers would have a much higher
miss rate.  He needed a sea of arrows tipped with dragon glass.  His father was
sending them in by the wagon full.  He had enough but he wanted more and more. 
He would never have enough.  He wanted the sky painted with his dragon glass
arrows.
He had hemp and tar tipped arrows to use too.  It would have to be enough.  He
wished that they had more Valyrian steel.  It alone could withstand the
freezing cold of the Ice Wright blades.  They would have to fight their enemy
from a distance.
The only problem was he was not sure if he would be granted that opportunity. 
If that was the Horn of Winter that hung from the Ice King’s neck then the Wall
would be coming down.  He looked out at the darkening forest.  Could it be? 
For the Ice King to attack he must surely think he had the Horn of Winter.  But
was it the real thing?  Mance was sure he had found it years ago but it had
turned out to be a mirage.  It was powerful magic just not what Mance had hoped
it would be.  Thankfully, he had made that discovery and called off his
assault. 
Mance did not want to risk his forces being annihilated trying to break the
gates of the Wall.  The Ice King would have to do the same thing if he did not
have the Horn.  The Ice King would be willing to make the sacrifice necessary
to make that breach of the gates.  He had some surprises for him that would
hopefully prevent that.
He turned to the other side of the Wall and looked south.  He saw another ten
wagons coming up the King’s Road.  Seven of the wagons were filled with dragon
glass and three with tar and pitch for fire arrows.  His father was doing all
he could. 
The men of Westeros would make their stand at the Wall.  All was coming
together.  Jon could not wait to greet his father and Queen.  Together they
would defeat the Ice King.  Jon was not a vain man but he couldn’t help but
wonder what songs they would sing of him in a century’s time.
He knew the title of one song already “You know nothing Jon Snow”.  Jon smiled
at that.  It did have a ring to it.
 
Tyrion
Tyrion was not a happy camper as he walked—no stalked down the hall to the
Small Council chamber.  He wanted to get into the Hand’s Chair.  There he could
sulk and work his bruised ego and celebrate his just bad luck.  Tyrion had been
so close so many times last night and his sword thrusts had missed the mark
every time.  He was a master cocksman damnit!  He did not miss the mark!  Was
he not the “Lion of Lannister?!” 
Damnit!  He had had help!
He had been spying on the brood of hens that Olenna had brought with her from
Highgarden.  They were supposedly to be handmaids for Olenna but the old fox
did not need them.  They were all quite comely except for the Septa Nysterica. 
She had pox marks on her face and was a little chubby but she definitely had a
charm about her.  Whatever charms the septa had they seemed to work mighty well
on her fellow hens.
Varys had told Tyrion chuckling that he should just forget the girls.  When he
had asked why, Varys had brought up his first two fingers in a V to his lips
and wiggled his tongue between them.  Varys informed Tyrion that Margaery had
been fucking them for years only keeping her virtue intact for the House
Tyrell.  Her virtue would then be doled out to some Lord or the other.  That
had evidently gone out the door.  One of Varys new spies he had formed with all
the coming and goings in Winterfell had been making reports.  The sparrow was
only able to provide gossip but one never knew when a golden nugget would be
found.  Varys informed Tyrion that the spy had seen Sansa Stark and Margaery
Tyrell snooging in the corner of the kitchen.  Their hands shoved down the
bodices gripping and massaging tits.  The two high princesses were grunting and
groaning like sows in heat as they mauled each other breasts while trying to
remove each other's tonsils with deep spearing tongues.  They would be standing
 in the corner oblivious to the world as they pawed each other.  They would
move to one  hand clutching the back of each other’s heads drawing hot sucking
mouths tight.  Their tongues active in each other’s mouths like dueling snakes.
Tyrion had started squirming at all the sweet details.  He had of course asked
for every detail to make sure he fully understood the dynamics of this
relationship between the Princesses of two High Houses of Westeros.  It was his
duty to know all after all.  Tyrion prided himself in being a meticulous man
who would learn all he could.  it was his duty to serve his Queen well by
learning all he could of this new dynamic between the Houses of the Rose and
the Direwolf. 
Then the man had went to the Godswood to pray one evening.  He had been most
shocked by what he had seen Varys reported.  The eunuch had then started to
move on to other matters.
“Wait! Wait.  What did he see?!” Tyrion demanded.
“It really was of no import Tyrion.  Surely we should move on and discuss
matters pertinent to matters of the realm.”
Tyrion had demanded in no uncertain terms that he needed to know to make his
own judgements as to its importance to the realm.
Varys had smirked down at the Dwarf with a cocked eyebrow.  “My sparrow
reported they were doing it on a pile of furs.  The women were on their sides
doing sixty-nine wildly gobbling each other’s snatches.  Rather noisily it
would seem.  Lady was sitting guard so the man could not get but so close.  He
did report that they did then bring out a strap-on and spent several hours
defiling each other in both their pussies and assholes.  They were quite kinky
my sparrow reports.  Much lewdness and nasty sex was witnessed.  The women
fucked like rabid weasels.
Tyrion’s eyes were glazed.  There was a small of trickle of drool coming out
the left side of Tyrion’s mouth.  Varys had to snap his fingers to bring Tyrion
back from his happy place.
Varys told Tyrion it was considered good luck to fuck before the eyes of the
old gods.  Tyrion bet it was.  He remembered several spots of the Godswood that
were heated by the hot thermals underneath.  He could just see the sweet
debauchery.  If the hens were as nasty as Margaery, Tyrion had just died and
gone to heaven.
The little vixens Olenna had brought with her were running around the Red Keep
giggling and sneaking here and there.  They were so enticing to the horny
dwarf.  Word had gotten out of their predilections and the chambermaids were
almost fighting to be the ones to clean and straighten their large room every
morning.  Normally, you had to badger the chambermaids to take on new
responsibilities.  Not with the hens.  In fact the chambermaids were so anxious
to assume their new responsiblities they were at the door to the bedchambers at
night listening to all the wild screams of orgasm.  Tyrion had walked by them
and they did not even pay him any attention.  Curse them!
All were hoping to get in some hot action.  It burned Tyrion up how the girls
were nearly panting hoping to join the hens in their debauchery and they had a
dwarf right beside them ready and willing to defile and debauch with them.  The
damn chambermaids simply ignored him pressing their ears to the door with
expressions of awe and raw wanton hunger.  
Tyrion had not at first believed the Tyrells’ audacity.  They had converted a
small private chamber that Aegon III had used for mediation and praying.  It
was a large room with an ached ceiling.  It had been converted to a bedroom
with two large royal sized king sized beds that had been built side by side. 
Word quickly spread how the beds were a total wreck in the morning.  The sheets
kicked off and pillows strewn about on the floor.  Varys enjoyed giving Tyrion
detailed reports of their nights of lesbian debauchery.  Tyrion both relished
and hated Varys detailed reports of their festivities.  Varys did not have
balls so he did not have to worry about getting blue balled.  Curse him!
Varys would smirk at the dwarf with their meetings they had in the Tower of the
Hand early in the morning.  They used the time to compare notes and thoughts. 
It was during this time that Varys would ask the dwarf if he wanted a debrief
on the ‘hens’ and their nocturnal pursuits.  Tyrion knew he should tell the
eunuch that he was a stronger man than that.  There was only one problem with
that.  He was not that stronger man.  Sometimes he had to beg the man for the
damn report.  Curse the damn eunuch!
Tyrion knew there must be spy holes that Varys was using to get all the juicy
details of the hens nocturnal debauchery.  Now the hens had sunk their claws
and beaks into the maid staff it was being reported.  The damn maids needed no
persuasion.  Varys enjoyed reporting to Tyrion how the maids nearly ripped
their outfits to get naked to be consumed.  “And I do mean consumed Tyrion”
Varys had told the dwarf.  “It is like they are some breed of man … or should I
saw woman eating hens.  They totally fuck the maid staff to exhaustion.  You
should see them all spread akimbo on those beds soaked wet the cum and sweat.
 The poor lasses exhausted with red worn out pussies and assholes.  The poor
girls and young women are so groggy as they clean the 'hens' quarters.  it is
hard to clean when you are constantly being thrown down on said bed again to be
fucked to screaming wildly jackknifing orgasms.  Those hens sure have stamina.
 i admire them in fact” Varys told Tyrion with a straight face.  
Tyrion had a hard time walking after hearing those reports.  Curse Varys!
Tyrion had to have them.  He was a damn good looking dwarf after all.  Tyrion
had tried flattery and giving the Hens pretty baubles to see if any of them
might part their legs for him.  All the damn hens did was laugh in a girlish
way, giggle and twitter all breathless fanning themselves.  They batted their
eyelashes so cutely.  They turned to expose their necks.  He thought a few
times he might have a nibble on his lure but they would in the end leave him
holding hands and leaning into each other.  He would feel his manhood jump
seeing one or the other nibbling on an ear shell or licking a pulse point as
they disappeared down the hall.  Curse them!
He decided to change tact.  Maybe if he couldn’t pork them literally maybe he
could join them as a lecherous dwarf voyeur.  It was worth a shot!
He had spent several days talking to the girls in general and Elinor and Megga
specifically.  They were obviously the leaders of the hens without Margaery
around to lay claim of the lead hen.  Elinor was the youngest at having just
turned seventeen but she definitely was the leader.  Tyrion had a hard time
talking to the girl with her breast nearly spilling out her low cut bodices. 
His eyes nearly bulging out his head as his thoughts went into a lust addled
loop.  Elinor would twist and turn innocently (not!) to show off her ample
wares.
Yesterday he was talking to the girls in his room.  He was officially getting
information on Tyrell’s production of roses.  It was important to the realm
that Tyrion collect such information.  Megga was sitting on Elinor’s lap
leaning back into the teen.  They had started in separate chairs but that did
not last long.  Tyrion was squirming as the eighteen year nibbled on Elinor’s
throat and Elinor was running her hands all over the small woman palming her
small breast while looking at Tyrion with impish eyes.  She knew his cock was
raging.  Curse them!
“I have a most immodest—I mean modest proposal for you Elinor.”
“What is that Tyrion?” followed by a cute giggle.  Elinor saw the dwarf’s eyes
on her bosom spilling out her low cut bodice.
“I want to watch you and your cousins and friends make love tonight.”
“Ohhh!  I’m scandalized” Elinor made a show of fanning herself.  “You have
given me the vapors.”  She acted scandalized.  Tyrion rolled his eyes at the
show.  “How dare you imply that I’m burying my face in Megga, Alla, Alysanne,
Alyce, Taena, Meredyth and Nysterica’s pussies each and every night.  That I am
swallowing mouthful after mouthful of hot sweet girl cum.  I would never shove
my tongue up their spasming assholes.  I would never slam fuck their sweet
quims and buttholes with my, ahhhh, uummmm supposed large assortment of toys. 
How dare you accuse me of those unnatural actions?  I would never fuck them
bowlegged each night … or is that them fucking me bowlegged?  Hummmmm?  Maybe
both.” the teenager hummed again tapping her chin in thoughtful repose.
Megga merely giggled and wiggled back into Elinor.  She sucked on Elinor’s
earlobe as the brown haired beauty moaned loudly.
Tyrion watched this all with eyes large and lust addled.  Curse them!
“I’ll pay you two hundred gold dragons.”
“Make it three hundred and we will use our strap-ons and do DP, TP, ATM and A2P
for you. Throw in another fifty gold dragons and we will add fisting.  That is
fisting in both our pussies and tight hot assholes.  (Tyrion had nearly fainted
in pure happiness at that)  Add fifty more gold dragons to the kitty and we
will do double anal and vag with our strap-ons.  Not that we don’t do that all
the time anyways but a flock of hens needs some secrets just for us.  Don’t you
agree Tyrion?”  She tilted her head and batted her long eyelashes at Tyrion.
She had to wave her hand in front of Tyrion’s eyes up and down as he had went
to a very beautiful place.
“Tyrion, Tyrion, Tyrion.”
“Deal!”
“Sweet.”
They left him then as he jumped up and down all around his room.  “Yes! Yes!
Yes!  Oh thank you gods that I don’t believe in.”
That evening after the dinner meal hour he had a happy skip in his step as he
walked the hallways to the Hen’s Nest as it had come to call it.
He knocked on their door rocking from foot to foot.  The door was opened and
his mouth fell open.  Elinor’s hot ripe body was totally nude.  Her large
breast swaying on her chest her nipples engorged and pointing at Tyrion.  He
looked between her legs (being short had its advantages) and saw that all seven
of the other teenage girls and young women all naked and giggling looking at
him.  They were all obviously aroused with swollen shaved twats and engorged
labia lips and rock hard nipples.  Septa Nysterica and Lady Taena Merryweather
had on large strap-on cocks that they were stroking with a lewd light in their
eyes.
Thank you Thank you oh sweet gods! Tyrion thought to himself starting to move
over the threshold.  Maybe I will start believing in you!”
“Ahem.”
Tyrion’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
NO! NO! No!No!No!  How could this be!
Tyrion turned his head and saw Oleanna smirking at him.
“Come with me Tyrion.  I think we need to talk about getting your rocks off
with someone other than my cousins, niece and daughters of close friends of the
family.”
“Olenna!” Tyrion whined.  He stomped his feet in frustration.
“Auntie!” the girls whined too.  Elinor spoke for the hens.  “We want to fuck
in front of him … we were going to charge him—but but … we will even do it for
free!  It would be fun to fuck for the lecherous dwarf.  He really, really
wants to watch us do the nasty Auntie.  He really wants to watch the septa
pound our pussies and assholes like only she can.  She gets so fucking hot and
aroused fucking for any audience.  Pllleeasseeeee!  Please Auntie!”
Normally, Tyrion might have been touched by the endearments of the hot
teenagers for his rival but not now.  He was so close!  Tyrion started to edge
towards the doorway.  “You heard them Olenna.  I am promoting peace and harmony
between our houses Olenna.  It is my duty.  You know the acrimony between House
Tyrell and Lannister.  This is my attempts to start to set things right between
our houses.”  He edged closer to the door.  Once inside he could slam the door
in Olenna’s face.  “Let me start the healing process tonight.  It is the least
I can do.”
The elder of House Tyrell moved forward with surprising speed and gripped
Tyrion’s ear and twisted it.
“Owwchhhh!” Tyrion whined as he was dragged back down the hall towards Olenna’s
bedchamber.
Curse her!
Tyrion was dragged down to Olenna’s room as he pouted and kicked at her.  She
was able to dodge him easily. When had she gotten so fast!  Curse her!  Olenna
reached her doorway and threw it open and with her grip on Tyrion’s ear draged
him into her room.  The dwarf whining and kicking out at his tormentor the
whole time.  The elder dodging his kicks while maintaining her grip on the
dwarf’s ear.  She released her grip on his ear shoving Tyrion forward with
again surprising strength.
“Tyrion.  You have all the brothels of King’s Landing to satisfy your deviant
desires.  Why do have to choose my family and close family friend’s daughters
to supply your kicks and get those little onions off.”
“But Olenna they want to!  And they are so hot and randy.  We all know that the
moths and sparrows are fighting to get front seats in the peep holes that now
line that room. Its not fair!  The fuckers won’t let me take any of their peep
holes and the damn spy holes are too high for me!” the dwarf whined.
“Go to your favorite whores Chataya and Alayaya or the Greendoor.  There is the
Deviant’s Playground that would be happy to setup the same scenario that you
desire with Margaery’s hens.”
“That is not fair Olenna.  Everyone knows you are banging the stewards, cooks,
stable hands and others.  And lately rumor has it that you are lowering your
face into squealing girl’s muffs and sucking them off.”
Olenna blushed a little to hear it so truthfully laid out.
“If you want some hot Tyrell pussy Tyrion I am right in front of you.  You can
fuck me.  I give awesome head.  I will suck your dickhead so hard you will
think I am sucking it down my throat.  Then I will take your cock down my
throat.”  Olenna stared into Tyrion’s eyes.  Tyrion saw that the old crone was
totally serious.  She was offering to let Tyrion bang her.
Tyrion blanched.  He couldn’t stop himself.  Olenna was a septuagenarian.  She
was old!  He knew his eyes were large saucers.  He found the idea …
well—revolting!  He wanted young hens not an old gizzard broken down worn out …
better to stop that train of thought … He gulped seeing the Tyrell furiously
glaring at him.  If looks could kill Tyrion would not be six feet under but
twelve!
“I thought as much” Tyrion heard anger in her voice.  He also heard hurt. 
Tyrion squirmed.  He did not want to hurt his nemesis.  Her eyes were flinging
Valyrian daggers at his sweet personage.  Her fingers twitched with the desire
to strangle said dwarf.  Tyrion took a step back eyeing the door.  He was a
lover not a fighter!
Tyrion looked at the woman.  Tyrion gulped at the murderous fire in Olenna’s
eyes.  He looked at her more closely and more critically.  She had snow white
hair that she no longer wore in a bun.  It now flowed down over her shoulders
and it did seem fuller of body and had a luster to it.  He remembered her
stooped over and using a cane.  Now she walked with a straight back and almost
lively step.  Her face he swore was not quite as lined.  She did have flaring
hips still and her bosom was not that bad.  I mean breast are breast … his
thoughts drifted on how to repair the situation …
“Too late Tyrion.  Your face and body betrayed you!  Get out of my room.  I
have heard you are quite endowed.  I could have taken your cock down my throat
and deep throat fuck you till your cock spurted hard into my tummy.  Then you
could have fucked my sweet still tight wet pussy and up my ass as I did lewd
ATM and A2P for you, you fucking bigot.  I may be old but I am still hot in
bed.  Just ask all the young men and boys I fuck to exhaustion.  Ask all the
girls I make scream all night.”
“I. Am. A. Great. Fuck. Tyrion.”
“But Olenna.  I was thinking about the grain shipments—“
“Leave.  And stay the fuck away from my hens!”
Tyrion left in a huff.  Curse her!
Mumbling and grumbling Tyrion had stomped down to the kitchen and devoured some
breast.  The damn fucking chicken tasted damn good.  He had wanted another kind
of breast damnit!  The kind that groaned gutturally and squealed.  Tyrion
stuffed one kind of breast down his gullet thinking of another.  Then he
stomped back to his quarters.  He opened the door and slammed it shut.
“Ho ho ho Tyrion.  Been striking out I hear!  You’re a real smooth operator you
sawed off runt.”
Tyrion stared aghast.  Bronn and Shae were in his room with big smirks on their
faces.  Shae of course was in a thin dress that left nothing to the
imagination.  In his worked up state that was the last thing he needed!  He
tried to act obtuse. 
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Oh you mean you trying to get a peep show with Margaery’s hens” Bronn hooted.
Shae saddled closer to Tyrion and performed her ingénue show.  How could a
whore move so innocently and blatantly sexual at the same time Tyrion wondered
yet again?  “Yes my sweet Lion of Lannister.  The teenagers were denied you and
then you blew it with Olenna Redwyne.  Or should I say you blew getting blown. 
I hear she does deep throat almost as good as me.”
“That is a lie!  A heinous lie meant to cast aspersions on the Lion of
Lannister!  I had to fight off her ravenous advances.  She’s an animal!”
“Tweet tweet tweet tweet! … The sparrows say otherwise” Shae sing-songed to
Tyrion.  She had a shit eating grin on her face.
“Why the hell are they tweeting to you two so damn fucking fast?!”
“We pay Varys good gold coin to keep track of you dwarf!” Bronn crowed.
“That is my money godsdamnit!  That is so unfucking fair!” Tyrion bellowed.
“Yeah.  We know.  Sweet isn’t it” Bronn chuckled.
Curse them!
“Lies! Lies I tell you.  I had to use my martial arts skills to fight off
Olenna!  She was ravenous for my sweet dwarf meat!”
“Ohhhh puuhhlleezzeeee Tyrion” Shae groused.
“You can’t fight worth a shit Tyrion.  A slug has more acumen for fighting. 
You have the skills and senses of a sluggard” Bronn told the Dwarf earnestly.
“Bullshit!  I have the ears of a fox.  The eyes of an eagle.  I sense my
surroundings like an eight eyed spider.  I am—wwhwattttt?!” Tyrion cried
toppling to the ground and landing hard on his face.  He had not seen Shae step
up beside him and trip him.
Tyrion rose back up rubbing his forehead.  “I’ll get you for that!  I will use
the style of the Tiger (he began grunting and swiping at Shae with clawed
hands; Shae merely raised an eyebrow).  I know the snake (Tyrion got on the
floor and did something vaguely obscene with his kicking legs and thrashing
arms while his body undulated like something unholy - he got back up) whoa I’m
a little dizzy.”
The dwarf shook his head clearing the cobwebs.  “But my favorite is the praying
mantis.”  He pulled his forearms up to rest against his upper arms and cupped
his hands striking out like said insect.  He advanced on Shae making snapping
motions at her with his cocked arms.  He made hissing sounds. 
Shae reached out and put her hand on Tyrion’s forehead holding him back
effortlessly.  Tyrion hissed striking out with his arms but falling miserably
short.  Tyrion rolled his eyes up and looked at Shae’s hand holding him back. 
He grinned and went to strike the arm restraining him.  In a flash the arm was
pulled back and Tyrion went careening back down to the floor.
He thrashed and gnashed his teeth before rising up again.  “Damnit!  That is no
fair!  I’m a savage damnit!”
Bronn barked “Give it up runt.  You are not a fighter but a lover.  Right?”
Bronn came over and slapped him hard on his back staggering the dwarf.  “Man,
only you Tyrion could blow it with women sixty plus years difference in age. 
You are the lion that could almost roar!” Bronn laughed so hard he nearly
folded over. 
Shae had sat down in his special chair in front of the fire.  Tyrion came over
to her and glared up at her.  He really wanted to sit in his chair.
Shae patted her lap. “Come and sit on my lap and let Shae comfort you Tyrion. 
I’m much better than any teenager or old woman.”
“I have had a bad day Shae.”
“Tonight is your lucky night Tyrion.  Bronn is going to watch as you fuck me
with your large cock my Lion of Lannister” Shae purred to the dwarf.
“Shae shut the fuck up and get the hell out of my gods damned chair!”
SLAP!
Tyrion’s head rocked to the side.
Shae stomped out of the room.  Bronn was looking at the dwarf with a look of
commensuration. 
“Man.  Your luck is simply terrible tonight my dear dwarf.  She really was
going to fuck you and then I was going to join in and we could DP the little
hussy” Bronn told the dwarf coming over to pat him on the shoulder.  He turned
around and left quietly.
Curse me!
In a pique of anger Tyrion kicked the air in front of the Small Council
chambers.  He fumed and threw a temper tantrum since there was no one around to
ridicule him for it.  A minute later he was tuckered out.  Tyrion turned and
entered the Small Council chamber.
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It had been a week since the “Great Debacle of Hens” or “Night of the Curses”
as Tyrion called it now.  It had been a chilly few days after that night with
Olenna and Shae.  He had been sure to be nice, quiet and meek around the two
women. 
He gave Shae a nice necklace with little interlocked “Hands” shaped like the
pendant of the “Hand”.  Shae liked little pretty trinkets.  She had asked him
to put it around her neck.  Of course the bonus of two hundred gold crowns to
Shae had not hurt.  Bronn had whined and bitched till he got a hundred gold
crowns so all was good on that front. 
With Olenna he demurred like a beaten cur and whimpered under her withering
tongue for the first few days as the Tyrell worked the bile out of her system. 
Each insult lancing the wound to her ego that little bit more.  Olenna firing
off barbs off like arrows.  “What do you call a poor dwarf? Short changed” “Why
shouldn't you hire a dwarf chef? The steaks are too high.”  “What do you call a
party with a hundred dwarves? A little get together.”  “Make little things
count … teach a dwarf math.”  “Did you hear about the dwarf that got pick
pocketed … how could anyone stoop so low.”  The jokes were truly horrible but
Tyrion held his tongue.  He deserved it.
She had just come out of left field damnit!  Anyone would have been nonplussed
by that sudden offer!  He was only human damnit!
He had begun negotiations again with Elinor.  That was too good to pass up and
Olenna was taking a trip to Dragonstone to make sure that the production of
dragon glass was still running at full speed.  Time was running out and the
Queen was insistent on making as much as possible and getting it up the King’s
Highway or by ship.
If it turned out to be a protracted war then those weapons would be needed. 
The Queen was sending daily ravens back to King’s Landing letting Tyrion,
Olenna and the rest of the remaining Small Council of the progress of the war
effort. 
Tyrion knew that Olenna’s visit to Dragonstone would be the perfect time to
watch the “Isle of Lesbos” as he now called his night of future debauchery. 
The fact that Elinor had put in the stipulation “No touching!” and “Keep your
jizz on yourself!” had been little thrill kills but he adjusted.
Then came the sticker shock.  “Six hundred crowns!  That’s highway robbery!”
“The stakes have been upped Tyrion.  It is much more dangerous for us now.”
Tyrion rolled his eyes.  Olenna was like a toothless tiger with her hens.
“You seem pretty okay to me Elinor.  I don’t see any marks on you.”
“We were most distraught.  We nearly died from the vapors” the girl said
fanning herself with a painted folding fan from Yi Ti a bit dramatically. 
“Too make it up to us for her heinous actions she has installed eyelets on the
walls and crossbeams and gave us quick release chains and locks.  We have been
given new floggers and cattails.  She also had built these really neat iron
tubes that can be assembled in all these neat positions.  It is so fucking
hot.”
Tyrion’s eyes bulged with the kinkiness of it all.
“Nysterica’s training as a Septa comes in handy.  She makes a great
Inquisitor.  Last night she had Megga and Alla chained to the wall.  She had
Alysanne, Taena and Alyce hanging from chains from the crossbeams.  Their
ankles locked in iron ankle bars.  Meredyth and I were in seats made from the
iron bar set with our arms and legs anchored out in place.  She constructed it
in such a way as we were leaned back our charms open to her flogger, cattail
and … (she shivered in supposed fear) candle of dripping hot wax …”
Tyrion saw Elinor’s eyes go glassy. “Gods she can use that cattail.”  Elinor
shivered.  “The way she windmills her arm when using the flogger.  She used hot
wax on Meredyth and me to ‘make’ us confess our sins.  We screamed in
pleasure—uuhhh ... I mean in agony watching those drops of hot wax fall on
bellies, tits and wet cunts.  Gods we screamed in raw pleasure—damnit—I mean
searing pain.”
“And you mentioned marks Tyrion.  I assure you when you see my naked body it is
covered with marks and bruises from our hot kinky sex.”
Tyrion’s cock was about to explode damnit!
“We held strong until she used her flogger to pound the cooled melted wax off
our bodies.  Gods that wax felt so good hitting my nipples and clit” Elinor
spoke in a faraway voice.
Elinor looked at Tyrion.  “That is worth six hundred crowns isn’t it?”
“YESSS!”
Tyrion had had to take matters into his own hands after that.  Damn that hussy
was good.  She had a real gift for the spoken word.  She was a born orator.
Now all seemed to be back to normal.  Tyrion was thankful.
Varys and Olenna’s network of spies were focused now on Casterly Rock and the
Iron Islands.  No one trusted Tywin Lannister most of all his son.  He may not
be plotting for the throne but the man never missed a chance to create mischief
and seek to further the aims of his House.  Tyrion knew all too well the
lengths his father would go to seek and curry favor.
Tyrion still considered it a great dishonor on his house what happened the day
that Daenerys Targaryen’s father was killed.  That had been deserved and even
necessary but he knew what happened to Rhaegar’s wife and children had been a
crime against both gods and man.  Tyrion shuddered still thinking of the
savagery of their death.
His father still proclaimed his innocence.  Maybe he had not directly ordered
it but Tyrion would always be convinced his father had spoken in such a way
that Gregor Clegane knew exactly what he was supposed to do that night.  Gods
the brutality of it still shocked Tyrion and he was a jaded and dissipated
soul.
Tyrion had many grudges with his father on a personal level.  This was one on
the societal level.  His father was a detriment to the wellbeing of Westeros. 
But Tyrion knew his father was a wily old fox.  He would always have an air of
plausible deniability surrounding him.
Fortunately, the realm did not have that issue with the Iron Islands.  They
were open about their desires and willingness to defy the Iron Throne.  They
were brave and bold and very, very stupid.
Why they insisted on their Iron Price and Salt Wives was beyond Tyrion.  He had
received by raven the news of the treachery of House Frey and Bolton.  Tyrion
chuckled.  They had no idea the deep shit they were in.  They would be
annihilated.
Olenna chose that moment to come into the Small Council chambers.  She was
followed closely by a beautiful blond haired lass with a tight big ass and high
orange sized firm breast.  The girl followed behind Olenna closely.  The look
on the teen’s face told Tyrion she was completely enamored with the Tyrell. 
Olenna tended to arrive early to organize her papers.  Papers that the pretty
young clerk was holding to her bosom.  Olenna sat down slowly and wiggled to
get her ass comfortable.  The girl put the papers on the table and beamed down
at Olenna.  Olenna smiled up at the girl and fingered the binders.  Olenna made
a show of “accidentally” pushing a folder off the table in slow motion.  The
folder opened and papers spread out on the floor.
Olenna acted like she was shocked that the folder had somehow fell off the
table top.  “Be a dear Jasline and pick that up for me would you please?” 
Olenna locked eyes with Tyrion.  She then turned to look at Jasline who smiled
a beaming loving smile at her employer.
The pretty buxom blond still a teen of about seventeen slowly turned around so
her ass was facing the Tyrell.  The girl looked back at Olenna to make sure
that Olenna was looking at her shapely ass.  Jasline slowly bent down in such a
way as to throw her rump out at Olenna.  Olenna now moved her sight back to
Tyrion.  She kept eye contact with Tyrion.  Olenna slowly ran her fingers into
the girl’s ass cleft and stroked it sensually.  Up and down Olenna worked her
fingers into the beauty’s ass cleft and stroked sensually.  The fingers sliding
down the curve of the girl's rump working in deep to run up and down Jasline's
ass cleft again and again. 
The girl gasped and fumbled trying to pick up the papers scattered on the
floor.  The girl’s legs were starting to tremble.  Whimpers of clotted need
cawed out the girl’s throat.  Her ass pressing back into the fingers that slow
and sensually stroked the depths of the girl’s ass cleft and now focused on her
rosebud Tyrion could see.
He could not help but stare at the hot display of lesbian affectations.  Tyrion
knew it was meant to addle his mind and damnit it was working!  Really well! 
Going by the girls mewls and whinnies maybe this was not all for show meant to
rile Tyrion.
“Ooohhhhhhhh … unnnggg yeessss baby … you’re making me so wet for you again
unngggg” the girl whimpered as Olenna ran her hand down and stroked the girl’s
camel toe.  The girl shuddered and moaned louder.  “Oh Olenna I need to suck
you off soooooo bad!  Your cunt is so fucking sweet!”  Olenna then smacked the
girl’s ass hard making the girl squeal.  Jasline instead of jumping back shoved
her ass closer to Olenna who now rubbed the offended ass cheek.   The girl was
moaning loudly and Tyrion had a raging boner!
“You can give me the folder now Jasline” Olenna softly intoned.  She removed
her hand from the teenager’s ass.  The teenager could focus now and picked up
the papers.  She rose up looking sultry at her benefactor.  The girl whimpered
and looked back and shook her voluptuous ass again hoping for more.  “Jasline
be a good girl and I will let you ride my face again as I suck you off again
and again.”
The girl squealed again and clumsily shoved the papers to Olenna in her
excitement.  Tyrion thought the girl was damn near swooning for Olenna.  Tyrion
remembered looking at Tysha like that.  The girl was in love with Olenna.  What
Tyrion saw was no act.  “Give me a kiss baby and be off to my chambers” Olenna
told the girl.
The girl eagerly bent her head down and they snogged fiercely for a long minute
their cheeks showing active tongues surging from mouth to mouth.  The kiss
finally broke and sweet Jasline staggered away to the door and paused “I can’t
wait to suck you off and drink you sweet cum Auntie … gods I love sucking off
you sweet cunt!”
The girl was gone and Tyrion could barely sit still.
“Yes indeed Tyrion.  I am a great fuck to those with an open mind and heart.  I
fucked her and Nathaleya half the night last night.  I must say I am becoming
quite addicted to pussy” and the elder Hen chuckled at her own humor.  “But I
will never say ‘no’ to an orgasm from a good cocksman.”
Tyrion bowed his head to Olenna.  Game. Set. Match.  He wondered if she knew
that Jasline and probably Nathaleya were in love with her.  He was surprised
Olenna had it in her.  To make these girls fall so hard for her Olenna was
doing more than fucking their brains out.  She must be treating them nice and
lovingly.  Tyrion shook his head.  Who would have thought the old coot capable
of true affection?
“So what were you reviewing in that devious mind of yours.”
Tyrion went over his thoughts on his father and his stratagems for the future.
Olenna considered.  “Yes.  Your father is opportunistic but cautious.  I think
he will wait and see how the winds of war blow.”
“Yes I believe you are right.  My father likes picking the winner’s side and
will wait until it is clearly evident on whose side to cast his lot.  Daenerys
father learned that lesson with his life.”
“Are you saying he will side with the Frey’s and the Bolton’s?”
Tyrion considered it.  It was shameful that he had too.  “No.  My father is
grasping and calculating but he would not side with the Ice King.  He prefers
his advisories to be human.  He will create mischief though if Daenerys comes
out of the war weakened.”
“That won’t happen.”
“How can you be sure?  We are facing a foe who will stop at nothing for our
defeat.”
“Because I have total and complete faith in our Queen.  She and Eddard will
prevail.”
There it was again.  That note of longing of when she speaks of Eddard Stark. 
Who would of thought such a player of the Game of Thrones would find Eddard so
attractive.  But then again, Eddard had shown a hidden talent.
They discussed the Iron Islands.  They both agreed that they were a more
obvious outright danger.  They had always chaffed at the changing times.  They
still fiercely believed that they should again have a king and be allowed to
freely follow their old ways.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if they would do their “Iron Price” only among
themselves” Olenna mused.
“That wouldn’t be much fun Olenna.  Anyways, their islands are too poor in
resources for that to work.  They refuse to integrate into the other economies
of Westeros and therefore are unable to partake of the trade and revenue being
generated.”
“Do you think they will make mischief?”
“No, my father has his fleets primed and ready to move out a day’s notice.  The
Queen set the fire underneath his ass.  He is aggressively patrolling the west
coast of Westeros and sending small flotillas out to patrol close into the Iron
Islands.”
“Yes.  They would see that.  The Iron Islanders are brave and stupid but not
that stupid.  They would have to fight through the blockades before they could
even attempt to launch raiding parties.  Also, the Queen bloodied their noses
pretty badly at Lundenberry South of Three Towers.  It was a decisive defeat.”
Olenna chuckled “Yes I concur.  I can only image what her dragons must be like
in battle when you have no defense against them.  Without siege weapons like
scorpions or Knights with long iron tipped lances who would probably scorched
to slag before they could reach the dragons then nothing can long stand against
them.
They concurred that the Iron Islands for now would lick their wounds and bid
their time.  They would sally forth again they were sure of not having fleets
breathing down their backs.  That would not be today or tomorrow.
They again discussed the raven from two days ago from the Queen.  They were
extremely pleased to read a message in her hand.  Barristan had written them
for three previous days.  He had explained the meeting of the witches of Asshai
and how they had given all a shocking and vivid reveal of the Ice King.  The
Blood Phoenix had nearly been slain and taking the witches, their Queen and
Arya with it.  Maybe many of the men blood linked to the witches and Phoenix
would have perished.
The Queen had now recovered and told of the harrowing events that had
incapacitated her and Arya.  They easily caught Daenerys focus on the health
and wellbeing of her “royal hostage”.  The love she felt for Arya was so
obvious to them in her writings. 
The Queen then revealed to them her reveal to the Great Houses of her Game of
Thrones along with Eddard to get them to march North on the supposed sedition
of the North.  There had been some barking and yipping but the events with the
Blood Phoenix had greatly squashed any rancor and Oberyn had come to Queen’s
aid and worked to unite the South with the North.
The united forces of Westeros would now confront the Ice King.
The reduced Small Council was quiet.  The land had mobilized for war and not
much was pressing or needed quick tending.  Tyrion and Olenna were working with
the Master of Laws Micud Caudill and Master of Coin Vedad Softic to take full
advantage of the offer from the Iron Bank for Arya’s services.  They planned to
ask for even more concessions and raise the percentages that would be asked
for.  This was a godsend and they would take full advantage of it.
They were still “hearing supplications”.  Gods they wondered how Daenerys
handled some of the more inane ones.  They asked for any to delay if possible
for the Queen’s return.  They made it clear they would be harsh.  This put most
off.  With outright matters of dispensing the Queen’s justice on what they
still called 'Day of the Queen's Justice' they rendered their rulings on
criminal matters and sentencing.  They tried to use the standards that Daenerys
used.  To judge from all sides and to give the sentence necessary but always
err on the side of mercy and leniency.  This was first time offenders.  The
Queen was much harsher on repeat offenders.
They went over the reports from the great houses.  They had been focused
greatly over the last eight months on the mobilization of the Houses to march
north.  Now they were back to more mundane matters of concerns and needs of the
provinces.  The outflows of resources to meet those needs and the income from
taxes. Finally, they were in sync.  The realm was no longer going into greater
and greater debt. 
The reports from Dorne continued to shine.  Tyrion remarked that it seemed that
half the royal women of the new upcoming generation were gay.
“Is that a problem?”
“No.  I just wanted to celebrate in this rise of lesbian love and show my
support by observing it so I can properly defend their behavior, but, nooooooo,
someone thwarts my efforts.”
“You truly have not shame do you.”
“I will never let shame and decorum keep me from getting my rocks off!”
Olenna laughed and Tyrion felt that hopefully, maybe, the rancor from the night
of the “Great Debacle” was past them now.
The next morning Tyrion went to the courtyard to see Olenna off.  He smiled at
her sweetly as she got in the royal carriage she had ridden to King’s Landing
in from Highgarden.  A moment later from the door to the King’s Keep Jasline
and a beautiful auburn haired lass with large breast he assumed was Nathaleya
emerged.  They had big smiles on their faces.  They hurried to the carriage and
entered it.  The door was resoundingly shut.
Tyrion fumed at that.  Does that old hussy never stop!  She was a fucking
nymphomaniac.  He actually admired her but would never admit it.
To take his mind off his ire he focused on the royal carriage of Olenna
Redwyne.  It was a lovely piece of construction.  Just as the hens of Tyrell
were equally beautiful.  Gods, if he had to die soon let it be after the night
of kinky lesbian debauchery he was about to witness.  Thank you sweet gods.  He
looked in the royal carriage as he watched the girls get settled in with their
—ahem— employer.  They were on each side of Olenna pressing their young tight
bodies into Olenna’s as she absently stroked Nathaleya ample cleavage spilling
out her bodice.
Olenna was leaning in both directions gently kissing fluttering eyelids and
throats Tyrion knew they young beautiful lasses were cawing in primal want and
need.  Olenna gently stroked the radiant teen’s faces with her fingertips.  The
girls pressing their cheeks into the gently caressing fingers.  Olenna traced
their lips and eyes as the girls clearly whimpered.  Olenna ran her long
fingers through their hair that she let run through her fingers and slowly
cascade down like waterfalls of blond and auburn.
The girls looked at Olenna with pure love in their eyes.  The old fox had them
totally in her spell.
Olenna said something and both girls stood up in a flash and excitedly started
to strip.  Their hands flying and Tyrion knew buttons were flying too in their
haste to divest themselves of their dresses and small clothes.  The speed of
their clothes coming off was amazing to behold.  Tyrion was memorized at these
ravishing beautiful vixens so hungrily stripping for Olenna.  The teenagers
looked at each other with love but that love glowed like the sun when they
stared down at Olenna with open love and lust.  The dwarf saw pieces of dresses
flying and then small clothes hit the window to fall down.  Tyrion saw the
sincerity in the girl’s motions.  They obviously desired Olenna’s body
greatly.  Gods the sex in that carriage was going to be incendiary!
What the hell did that prune have in her couchie! Tyrion groused to himself. 
Both of the beautiful teenagers were as nude as their name day now.  Gods they
were so hot! Tyrion thought to himself.  Nathaleya leaned forward cupping her
large full breast holding them out with a lust filled gaze on her face.  She
stared at Olenna with obvious full blown love.  Her eyes literally throbbed
with the need to be ravished by the elderly Tyrell.
Olenna tilted her head forward her hands coming up to grip the girl’s womanly
hips.  Her mouth opened wide and sucked the nearest nipple deep into her mouth
and sucked hard.  The dwarf’s sharp eyesight saw Olenna’s cheeks dimple with
her voracious sucks.  Tyrion could not hear but the girl was obviously
squealing her head thrashing.  Her face filled with ecstasy.  The teen jammed
her breast harder into the Tyrell’s mouth as Olenna sucked fiercely on the
thick nipple jammed deep into her mouth.
Olenna started to move her head right and left and used her grip on the girl’s
hips to draw Nathaleya closer.  She tried to suck the girl’s nipples down her
throat.  The girl had to be screaming now in pleasure judging by her twisted
face and convulsing body.  Olenna with a vacuum suck pulled her head back till
the Nathaleya’s nipple plopped out her mouth.  Olenna’s head dove in sucking
the other nipple deep into her mouth.  Tyrion saw Olenna looking up as she deep
throat sucked on the turgid nipple making the girl obviously scream in
pleasure.
Damn her fucking eyes Tyrion growled trying to hide his tented trousers.  He
had noticed Olenna rising up slightly several times and suddenly her head
slammed back into the panel of the carriage.  He had lost track of Jasline but
he knew where she was now.  Between Olenna’s legs with her face buried in her
dripping snatch!
Olenna’s hands were now reaching down and jerking forward.  Olenna’s body
jolted with hard pleasure.  Nathaleya had stepped up on the sitting bench.
 Tyrion watched mesmerized as the teen flexed her knees now and pushed her
groin forward.  It seemed Olenna had gotten the lass to shave her mound bare. 
Gods it looked so succulent all swollen and dripping wet.  The girl mashed her
muffin into Olenna’s mouth her head rocking back in ecstasy.  The teen swirled
and ground her cunt into Olenna’s hot gobbling mouth. 
Olenna had now gripped the girl’s ass and helped Nathaleya setup a swirling
motion that ground her drooling trim into the Tyrell’s hot gobbling mouth. 
Olenna’s head lapped and Tyrion saw her tongue at times lashing the girl’s clit
and sucking in mouthfuls of sweet wet teenage cunt meat.  Olenna was sucking
hard her head rocking back with the force of her sucks and then back to tongue
lashing the teenager’s throbbing shiny clit.
Tyrion cried out in his mind at the sheer debauchery of it all.  He looked
around desperately.  He had to see more!  He moved to the left and crawled up
on a stack of small crates that happened to be there to get a better view.  It
took some effort to scale the stack to the topmost crate.   
He was determined.  His small legs kicking to get purchase but he finally
scaled the crates.  He stood up on his throne at the top of the world.  He
could now see a blond head lapping furiously between Olenna’s spread legs.  The
teen had rolled up Olenna’s dress to above her hips to rest half way up
Olenna’s belly.  This had fully exposed Olenna’s swollen shaved cunt to
Jasline’s hot gobbling mouth.  Tyrion saw how dark pink and wet the Tyrell’s
cunt was.  Gods her whole groin, belly and thighs were soaked in her cum. 
Olenna’s plumbing was definitely working! 
Nahaleya had both hands in Olenna’s hair and jamming her face deep into her
cunt.  Her vulva totally swallowing Olenna’s mouth as it flared out showing
Olenna’s tongue working her slit and clit.  The auburn haired beauty’s body was
convulsing in ecstasy.  Her face seemed to be in agony the way it twisted and
slashed.  It was not agony but ecstasy!  Damn that Olenna could eat pussy like
a fucking pro!  She was almost as good as Tyrion himself he thought seriously.
Olenna’s right hand came up to claw Nathaleya’s firm ass cheek and jammed the
teen even harder into her hard sucking mouth.  Tyrion could see Olenna’s cheeks
hollowed out with the force of her deep throat sucks on the cunt meat sucked
deep in her mouth.  Her cheeks showed her tongue gigging and slapping the
girl’s rigid clit.  Olenna’s head rocked so she could tongue lash the clit
underneath her mouth.  Then Olenna surged her head forward her mouth opened
wide as she sucked most of the girl’s upper cunt deep into her mouth where
Olenna munched on it with a happy dreamy look on her face.
Then Nathaleya was obviously screaming her hips lurching and mashing her
exploding cunt into Olenna’s ravenous mouth.  Then Olenna was screaming into
Nathaleya’s snatch as her own twat exploded in Jasline’s mouth.  Tyrion’s mouth
fell open seeing almost horrible convulsions rip through the old fox’s body. 
Olenna’s body torn with full body flips and jackknifes.  Nathaleya’s cunt
jammed in Olenna’s mouth that kept the septernarian anchored down as her body
was almost torn apart with ecstasy.  Oh my gods Tyrion thought seeing such raw
and beautiful lesbian passion.  He couldn’t wait till tonight!
Olenna somehow kept her wits though her long harrowing orgasm.  She continued
to voraciously attack Nathaleya’s pussy with her hot sucking mouth.  The
teenager’s body froze and then seemed as if it had been struck by lightning as
it convulsed and bucked wildly with yet another orgasm.  Tyrion saw Jasline’s
head lifting as she tried to suck Olenna’s clit down her throat.  Then Olenna’s
body was flipping and jackknifing wildly as a second orgasm tore her body apart
with fucking bliss.
The damn fucking carriage was actually rocking on its damn frame!  Tyrion’s
cock was so erect it was fucking painful!
His mind raced to his clandestine meetings with Elinor to set up tonight’s
debauchery.
After his initial meeting with Elinor he had communicated with the girl either
through dead letter drops or a few minutes in the main halls while getting food
or the small intimate meeting of courtesans that Olenna sponsored.  She thought
to have more of these types of meeting to build contacts and relationships
between the Houses.
Elinor and Tyrion would pass each other and softy converse in a quick minute to
further plans and for Elinor to take kinky requests from Tyrion.  To Tyrion’s
delight the girl was more than happy to commit all forms of debauchery with her
hen mates.
Tyrion commented on the pretty pink bauble necklace that the girl always seemed
to wear.  “Family heirloom?”
Elinor told him “no” and explained it was an heirloom that Olenna had given her
and she had given the Septa an identical one to wear too.  She had given one to
Margaery before several years ago.  It made Elinor feel special to know Olenna
had given her a cherished family heirloom like she had given her own
granddaughter.  Elinor was proud and happy to wear it.  Tyrion saw the Valyrian
makings on the jewelry work.  He asked to see the babble and Elinor granted him
permission.  Fortunately, the girl did not mind Tyrion’s clumsy fingers as they
fumbled the necklace and accidently groped her heavy breast. 
All she did was giggle. Tyrion was impressed with Olenna’s largesse. 
Tyrion saw another two carriages coming into the courtyard.  Tyrion frowned. 
These were obviously designed to transport high royals.  In fact the two new
carriages looked a lot like the carriages that had arrived with Olenna when she
had arrived to King’s Landing.  Worse, he realized which two they were! 
Nooooo!
The two new carriages came up behind Olenna’s carriage.  The windows were
shut.  Tyrion turned to look at Olenna beaming at him in her carriage.  The
Queen of Thorns had a triumphant look on her face.   How could she do this! 
More importantly how had she found out!  This was fucking unfair!
Inside the two carriages were eight morose hens who were staring out the
windows at Tyrion.  They had their faces in the windows looking at him with
looks of being royally pissed off.  Meredyth and Taena were making motions that
Tyrion interoperated roughly to “we’ll get that bitch for this!”  Alysanne
looked resigned blowing hair out of her face.  Nysterica had a sheet of paper
pushed up to the window.  “Save Me” written on it.  The girl was melodramatic
if nothing else.  
They would just be fucking in whatever inn they stopped in.  An inn where he
could not watch damnit!
Elinor pushed a sheet of paper up to the window “The cost is now seven hundred
and fifty gold dragons.”
Tyrion cursed and grimaced.  He looked back to Olenna’s carriage.  Her hair was
totally in disarray and her face soaked in snail snot.  Damn she actually
looked hot as he saw the two teenagers hungrily jerking her dress to loosen the
ties and ripping the buttons loose.  Jasline hungrily shoved her hands in
Olenna’s dress and groping her tits roughly.  Tyrion watched Olenna’s face
slash with pleasure and her eyelids flutter into slits. Then the wench opened
her eyes and smirked over at Tyrion.  Olenna blew him a kiss as the little
convoy started on its way.
Tyrion was already mentally counting out the extra dragons.
It had gotten personal!
 
Arya
Arya looked around herself her body rocking to the steady gait of her horse. 
The silence here was almost magical.  They had been traveling up the King’s
Highway for a week since they resumed their journey after meeting the witches
of Asshai.  It still stunned her to think that they were also the wives to her
brother Jon.  Damn that man had lucked out.  Two hot red head women who, oh by
the way were powerful witches with smoking hot bodies.
She was not in any way tempted. She only had eyes for Dany but she had seen
them naked and their bodies were hot and tight.  Arya had eyes and she could
not but help and use them.  Her brother was one lucky guy.  The witches would
make camp at night some distance from the camp in the Sandhills.  They wanted
their privacy and they could also act as a picket in that direction. 
Arya sent her Direwolf off the second night to see what the witches were
doing.  They had found a hollowed out area a mile and half from the camp and
spread out their furs.  A blue film seemed to make them disappear but then it
cleared and Nymeria could see the witches again.  They sat down and talked. 
For an hour she watched through Nymeria’s eyes.
Dany was in meetings with the generals so Arya had time to idyll away.  Long
meetings on military logistics and going over the same minutia nearly drove her
insane with boredom.  Dany had given her freedom for a night.  Dany wanted Arya
to learn but these boring nightly meetings currently had nothing to teach the
young wolf.  Thus, she was spying through Nymeria on the witches.  She was
hoping to get lucky.  She was just getting ready to warg out of Nymeria’s
body. 
Then things got interesting.  Very interesting.  The women made passionate love
over and over their bodies writhing and their screams deafening.  She felt her
mind on fire.  She saw the women and in her mind it was her doing all those
wicked things to Dany.  She fled Nymeria’s body when she started to worry about
Dany coming in on her after the meeting.  She did not want Dany to know of her
Dirty Warging as she called it now.
She never would know that the witches had known Arya was warged in Nymeria and
had allowed the direwolf to see them.  They had learned of such talents as
warging though Jon and Snow.
She had gone back to her shared tent with Dany.  She had gotten in her furs. 
She had jilled off hurriedly shoving her hands into her trousers and rubbing
her sloppy wet muff hard and cumming like an exploding volcano.  She knew her
clothes and furs would trap her fuck musk.  Gods her groin and ass were so
soaked in cum!  She loved it!  Gods she wanted Dany so bad.  She fell asleep
with a big smile on her face.
For some reason it made Arya very happy that the women were also lovers and not
just loves of Jon.  For Arya it just felt right when women made love.  She
loved Jon even if he was a man.  Arya chuckled.  She just had zero attraction
to the male form.  Arya could see why the witches loved Jon though.  Though it
had been years since she had seen her brother when he left for the Wall she
still remembered his gentle ways and how he was so very considerate.  Arya now
understood that Jon had many qualities of a woman’s personality.  Her father
had that same gentleness but Jon had it more.  She could understand these
beautiful women falling in love with him.
As they rode up the King’s highway the shorter witch had been a little
encyclopedia of knowledge of the surrounding landscape.  To her right the
Sandhills and to her left the Barrowlands.  The Sandhills were full of life
where the Barrowlands were much more arid and not flushed with obvious life.
Over the last week Arya spent most of her time at the Queen’s side but at times
she would let her horse fall back to mingle with the other High Nobles.  She
genuinely wanted to get to know them better.  She found she liked Stannis with
his stiff formality and just a hint of humor he would use while still keeping
that stern look that had you wondering if was jibbing or not.  Renly was
boisterous and always talking shade about this and that.  He did it in such a
way that it was actually funny and kind of endearing.
Oberyn was cool even if he was a leech.  He was polite and funny but he was
always leering at her.  He would look at Dany in the distance and she could see
him calculating if he wanted to die tonight.  Dany took very seriously her
duties of protecting Arya.  Arya longed and desired more.  Dany was always at
her side the moment any cad made a move on her.  It made her feel warm and
gooey inside. Arya wanted it to be Daenerys making lewd advances on Arya. 
Advances she would encourage!  How she wanted to part her legs for her sweet
Dany!
She had been debating back and forth for months if Dany desired more like she
did.  Arya was so innocent and lacked confidence with anything that did not
involve a sword or bow and arrow.  Arya had worried her lips to the point of
the Maester Hape had to put balm on her lips and he ordered her to “stop
gnawing that lip like a beaver!”
The Tyrells were polite and genial.  Mace was reserved but she did not sense
any ill in the man.  His two sons were nice and polite.  They talked of matters
of House.  Winterfell had no equivalent of the food stuff and flowers that
Highgarden grew and she found it fascinating.  The craft of trade involved in
growing and the distributing the produce.
Two nights ago Oberyn had wandered into the Tyrell tent.  Arya noticed the
immediate tension in the air.  Oberyn grabbed a Highgarden Golden Delicious
apple and bit into it.  He looked around with that impish look when he was
about to cause mischief.
“So Mace.  When were you planning on telling Arya about calling for Eddard’s
head to be presented to you on a sliver plate?”
Mace went deathly white.  Dany had let Arya know of all the dynamics of the
Houses as she and her father had played their game of thrones.  Arya had
understood the rancor her father’s actions were causing in the major houses. 
Oberyn cocked an eyebrow.  “Wweelllll Mace? … Cat got your tongue?”
Mace whimpered out weakly “You’re not going to tell your father are you Arya? 
How could I know it was all a Game of Thrones.  I had to seem like I was
defending my House.  I did not truly mean it.  Public consumption and all you
know.”  Mace looked at Arya with a suddenly sweaty lip and forehead.
Arya was enjoying watching the High Lord sweat.  She understood his rancor. 
Still, it was her father’s head he had been asking to have brought to him.
Arya looked at Mace evenly.
Willis stepped in “Arya.  We must ask for your forgiveness.  It did seem that
your father was fostering open rebellion of the North.  We had to act.”  He
looked back at his father.  “If your father had been leading a rebellion then
we would have crushed it and the ramifications that would have led to certain
acts.  True, some of us” he looked at his father again “spoke a little rashly
and spoke in hyperbole.  Please forgive us.”
Arya gave a formal bow of the head.  “All is forgiven.  My father was merely
doing what was necessary to protect the realm.”
Arya had enjoyed the back and forth.  It was funny to see Mace blanching so.
She was riding again beside Ygritte and Melisandre.  She liked them.  They were
an interesting dynamic.  Ygritte was bluff and always crowing about here
prowess with her weapons and how she had captured both her brother and
Melisandre as her mates by the “right of the hunt.”  She was downright smug
about it.  She liked to talk.  Especially about herself.  The woman literally
preened with her self-confidence. 
Her wife, Melisandre, was another matter altogether.  She was formal and polite
but she did not talk unless there was a need to express her views.  She was
quite happy to let Ygritte do all the talking which Ygritte was happy to do
too.  Ygritte would answer any question asked her.  Melisandre seemed to hang
on Ygritte’s words with rapt attention if Ygritte was speaking to her or about
something they had done together.
It was also cute all the facial mannerisms Melisandre had when Ygritte got on
one of her jigs about how great she was at one thing or another.  Sometimes the
little former Wildling did not know when to stop her braggadocios goings on. 
The eye rolls, grimaces and great dramatic sighs from Melisandre were a
pleasure to hear and see.  If Ygritte noticed, it did not bother her as her
bluster and banter continued on unabated.
Despite their differences in demeanor both women projected an air of calm and
being in tune with themselves and each other.  They seemed to know their
destiny and their place in the world.  It was endearing how they touched each
other to make a point and when directly communicating to each other they gave
each other their full attention.
Arya saw Ygritte throughout the day move her horse close to Melisandre’s and
stroke her side or heavy breast or run her fingers through the tall woman’s
long auburn hair.  The woman leaned into the short fiery redhead’s loving
caresses.  Melisandre seemed to purr when Ygritte ran her fingers through her
wife’s long tresses slowly letting her hair waft through her fingers.  The
woman obviously enjoyed her wife’s touches.  The way she would enjoy Daenerys
showing her such public affection.  She knew she would blush like Melisandre
sometimes did but she would it eat up and crave each public affirmation of
Dany’s love for her.
Arya was still convincing herself that Dany had feelings for her but then she
would doubt herself again.  Daenerys Targaryen had the beauty that the
minstrels sung off.  Arya knew those minstrels would not be writing songs of
her beauty.  Arya knew she was attractive just not in that manner that the
poets wrote of.  Dany was.
Still, Arya sometimes thought she had almost caught Dany looking at her with
more than friendship.  Arya would almost fool herself she saw desire for
herself in Dany’s eyes.  That Dany wanted to ravish her sixteen year old body. 
But, when she would look again, it would not be there.  She would then be sure
she was just imaging such looks.  She had wanted Dany for so long she was not
sure if she was still fantasying when she thought she saw desire in Dany’s
eyes.  She had wanted Daenerys for so many years now.  She kept waiting for
Dany to make a clear advance.
Only once had Dany made a direct sexual overture towards or had it been?  Dany
had acted so casually when she had taken off her blouse top so Arya could work
her sore shoulders.  Surely if she had wanted my hands on her in an intimate
way she would have guided my hands.  Arya knew she was an innocent and that
Dany was not.  Surely Dany knew she needed to guide Arya in any seduction. 
Arya was just too unsure of herself to make any first moves. 
She could care less that Dany was not a virgin and had slept with many women. 
Arya was a virgin and had no desire to have her bedmate stumbling and unsure in
their bed when she was deflowered.  She would be doing enough of that for both
of them.  In all her fantasies she had growing up thinking of Dany, Dany had
come to their bed with the full knowledge of lesbian lovemaking.  She would
come to their bed with complete confidence that her lovemaking past had taught
the Queen.
That only added to Dany’s allure for Arya.  To have such a worldly woman chose
to be with Arya just rocked her world when she thought about it.  To know that
Dany chose her above all other women no matter she was a virgin.  She wanted
Dany to be the one to teach her the mysteries of hot lesbian lovemaking.  Gods
she wanted to fuck Dany so bad.  It made her pussy so fucking wet.  Why
couldn’t Dany help her!  Why couldn’t Dany show Arya how she truly felt!  Then
Arya calmed.  Why haven’t I?  Gods I am a chicken shit Arya moaned to herself.
Ygritte said something that snapped Arya out of her reverie.  The talk of Jon
being their husband had fired up questions that needed to be answered.
“You plan to move here to live Ygritte?  With Jon?  With Melisandre”
Ygritte laughed loud.  “Who else girl!  Who else is going give me the pussy and
cock I need girl!   You know nothing Arya Stark.  We need Jon’s youthful cock!”
Arya felt her face go red. Gods she hated being so innocent.  She was easily
flustered!  Arya saw Ygritte smiling saucily knowing she had nonplussed the
teenager.  Arya saw Melisandre look at her with those eyes that were both so
vibrant and full of life and yet ancient.  She had heard how they were both
over two thousand years old.  How in the world were they both so beautiful and
youthful looking?  One would think they would be both be old  hags with sagging
tits an no hair on their heads.  She looked at them with squint eyes trying to
pierce any glamour”
“What’s with the stink eye girl?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Out with it girl.”
“How aren’t you and Melisandre not weathered old hags?” she blurted out.
Dany had come riding up.  “ARYA?!” barked at her friend.
Both of the witches laughed hard.  After a minute they recovered.
“We bathe in the blood of innocent babies on the harvest full moon of each
fall” Melisandre told Arya in a serious tone.
Arya stared at them aghast.
The witches burst out laughing again.  Harder now.
Daenerys tisked beside her “Arya they are pulling your leg.”
The witches finally controlled their laughing.  “Yes girl.  I assure you we are
as we seem.  R’hllor has many powers” Ygritte told her before chuckling again. 
Arya saw Melisandre reach up and touch her red ruby at her throat.  She saw a
look cross her face that Arya could not quite read.  The witch looked at her
wife worriedly.  Melisandre saw Arya looking at her.  Melisandre looked at her
and then smiled softly.  Whatever had worried the witch seemed to pass.
“Now back to your original line of questioning.  Yes.  I think we will be
living in the depths of the Sandhills after the war is over.  Neither
Melisandre nor I have any desire to return to the land of our birth.  Jon wants
to get be far away from the Crows.”
“But Jon spoke the words of the Vow!  The oath is for life!”  Arya could not
help herself.  She loved Jon and was happy that he had taken too such beautiful
women to wife but he had spoken the scared words.  True he was supposed to be
chaste but Arya could easily overlook that silly stricture.
Melisandre could read her face.  “Words are only words Arya.  They are no more
sacred than any other words one may speak.  It is the heart that makes
something sacred.  Jon spoke the words and his own brothers were going to kill
him.  Ygritte and I saved him from certain death.”
“What?” Arya gasped.  Dany stood up in her stirrups.  “That is sedition!  I
will have their heads!  Who led this rebellion?!”
“That will not be needed my Queen” Ygritte told them.  She then told them how
she and Melisandre had saved Jon.  They killed some of the conspirators and
fled.  They then conserved their strength and went back to the Wall and took
back what was Jon’s.  They killed those necessary.  The few remaining
conspirators left alive were now in other forts carefully watched by Wildlings.
They saw Daenerys still fuming.  “Are you not known for your mercy?” Melisandre
asked the white haired Queen.
“Not for sedition!”
“This is a manner of the Night’s Watch and Jon is still their commander.  Will
you honor his wishes?
Daenerys looked at Arya.  She shook her head ‘yes’.  “Yes I will follow his
wishes.”  The witches noticed this.  Yes, the Queen had made a good choice in
mate.  Arya would temper the Queens at times rashness.
Arya again asked about the witches living in the Sandhills with Jon.  Ygritte
told them that they had considered living in the Frost Fangs or some deep
valley in the Mountains of the Sky in the Vale.  They had thought of these
areas because of their isolation.  They wanted little dealings with man. 
Present company accepted of course the witch hastily added.
That made Arya and Dany laugh.
Daenerys tilted her head.  Arya could understand her brother’s feelings.  To be
betrayed by the very people you had sworn an oath with would be untenable.  She
would resign her commission too.  She looked at Dany.  She didn’t care if she
had become a Faceless Man of the House of Black and White she would have
renounced her order to be with Dany.
Ygritte went on to tell her and Dany that the Sandhills and the Barrowlands to
the west were quite barren of humans.  Only a smattering of herdsmen lived in
the Sandhills and they were on the borders of the land.  The Barrowlands were
desolate and unpopulated.  Few people were around to bother them.  They could
make a home there Ygritte said. 
She crowed that where she went her wife and husband would dutifully follow.
“Ain’t that right Melisandre?”
“Of course my dear.” The tone was just slightly snarky and Ygritte cocked an
eyebrow and looked at her wife carefully.
“Anyways I am tired of freezing my tits off at the Wall.  I will enjoy the
warmer clime.”
“Puhhlleasseee” Melisandre suddenly snorted.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Ygritte barked out in a rising agitated tone.
Arya was shocked at this sudden change in Melisandre.  This sudden derision was
unsettling.  Melisandre had seemed to worship Ygritte and now she was being
snarky with her wife.  What gave?  Arya was about to be more shocked.
“You do not have any tits to freeze off.  I on the other hand have quite the
rack that I need to worry about.  Not you my dear flat chested wife” the auburn
said with a bored tone her face bland.  As she had said this she had motioned
with her hand down her torso.  Her large breast making her robe bulge clearly
evident.
Arya eyed the small witch with a frightened eye.  Ygritte’s eyes were nearly
bulging out her head and she looked around seeing if anyone else had heard her
wife.  She looked involuntarily down at her chest.  Her head shot up.
“That is a lie!  You take that back this minute!  That is a lie.  You know
nothing Melisandre!  I will punish you tonight for that remark!”
“Yeah, right you will.  I’m not afraid of you—you sawed off runt” Melisandre
replied in a drool bored tone.
“I’ll blister you fucking ass for that you—you oak tree!  I’ll chop you down to
size for that!”
Dany stopped her horse and Arya did as well.  The witches rode on with Ygritte
yelling threats at her wife.
“Why did Melisandre talk so horribly to her wife like that Dany?” Arya asked
her Queen in a shaky voice.  She was upset that supposed wives could talk thus
to each other.  She had thought they were so loving with each and by extension
Jon.  How could Jon allow such rancor to exist?  How could he live with such a
mean harpy as Melisandre?  Arya had been shocked she had so misread the taller
witch.
“Don’t worry a hair on your pretty head Arya (a flush of warmth went through
Arya) they both enjoy what they are doing.”
“What? How?”  Arya was perplexed.  She stared at Dany waiting clarification.
“For some couples that is one way they show affection, plus, if I am reading
the tea leaves right Melisandre is hoping Ygritte willpunish her tonight for
her words.”
Arya felt a flush run through her.  The thought of Dany whipping her ass made
her feel all warm and tingly.  Arya felt her ass clench with thoughts of Dany
blistering her ass with her palms as she squalled in pain and pleasure.  Then
she had visions of Dany slapping her in her face and nipples.  She loved to
slap her pussy as she was rising to orgasm.  Having Dany do that while acting
angry had her pussy spasming in delight.  Arya shivered suppressing her body’s
reactions to her wayward thoughts. 
Now she understood Melisandre’s actions.  Arya looked down the road. 
Melisandre was holding her hand out her palm facing Ygritte.  Ygritte was still
storming at the taller witch.  She was trying to snatch Melisandre’s hand and
jerk it down.  Melisandre kept jerking her hand just outside of her wife’s
grasping hand.  Ygritte now pointed her finger at her wife’s face.  Now it was
Melisandre knocking the finger aside.  Ygritte was really storming now.
Arya shivered.  Gods Melisandre was going to get fucked so hard tonight.  Arya
wanted Dany to fuck her like that!
They rode on down the road.  They talked about their arrival at Winterfell. 
Arya was so excited to see her family again.  She saw that Dany was nervous at
the prospect.  “Don’t worry Dany.  My father will love you.  He has moaned for
years that Westeros needed a true King to lead it.”
Dany grimaced. 
“And when you appeared in the East it was not too soon after that I heard him
saying that he would gladly follow you if you were all you seemed to be … you
are everything that any of us could have wished for Daenerys.”  Arya was
speaking of much more than just a regent to follow.  For Arya it meant the two
of them marrying and living as wife and wife.
Daenerys took those words and smiled gratefully.  Arya was not worried. She
just knew that Dany and her father would truly like each other.  They were both
so great!
Fifteen minutes later Dany pointed out Nymeria.  Arya chuckled.  Earlier that
day, on the morning march, the wolf had come running in on Oberyn’s left
flank.  Oberyn had been practicing with his spear twirling and thrusting it
down from his horse at imaginary enemies.  He had finished his practice and had
the end of his spear leaning down off the horse.  Nymeria had been spying it
for five minutes stalking closer.  The direwolf slinking forward on its belly
at times as it approached stealthily.  Finally the last thirty yards, Nymeria
had sprinted in.
Nymeria rushed in jumping up off the ground with her jaw agape her eyes alight
with her goal almost in her jaws.  At the last moment Oberyn jerked up his
spear butt out of the reach of Nymeria’s snapping jaws.  “Ha you fucking cur! 
You ain’t getting my spear today!”  The wolf flashed her head twisting trying
to get her teeth on the disappearing spear shaft.  She hit the ground and
immediately turned around.  Nymeria barked wildly snapping up at Oberyn and his
spear as he kept switching sides with it as Nymeria kept ducking underneath his
horse to get at the spear.  This had been happening for a week now and the
horse had grown accustomed to the antics and plodded along down the road
unconcerned.  Oberyn won that round.
Now Nymeria was slinking up the line of horses walking up the King’s Highway. 
She was slinking down on her belly and making short bursts forward moving in on
Oberyn from the rear.  Nymeria used the horses to hide her cunning approach. 
Oberyn had the spear across his lap.  The direwolf wagged her tail over the
dirt excitedly.  She moved up stealthily keeping low her belly just off the
ground her snout blowing out dust devils as she inched closer to her goal.
She had snuck to within fifteen yards of Oberyn’s horse now as Arya and Dany
watched with baited breath.  Suddenly, Oberyn kicked his horse with his heels
and the horse bolted forward at a fast gallop.  Nymeria stood up on her paws. 
“Whoof?”  Nymeria looked around confusedly at herspear growing smaller as
Oberyn rode off.
Oberyn looked back over his shoulder and held up his spear shaking it.  “Ha! 
You’ll never get it!” Oberyn shouted as his horse stretched out into a full
gallop. 
Nymeria howled her rage and took off in hot pursuit.  Her honor had been
impugned.  In two minutes they were out of sight.  All they could hear was
Nymeria’s howls of pursuit.
The two women chuckled.
“Tell me again of this idea your father has of creating this … what does he
call it?”
“Nature preserve.  The Sandhills and the Barrowlands have never been settled or
cultivated.  They are largely pristine.  Their ecosystems are still as they
were from before man came to this land.  Many of the forests have been felled
or drastically reduced.  Many animal species have been decimated or driven to
extinction.  The grasses you see in many of the grasslands are not native to
the land.”
“I know.  Only on those hills of the Sandhills do I see grasses that mirror
what I remember in my home back in the Dothraki Sea.”
“Do you miss it still?”
Daenerys paused considering.  “No not really.  I miss the people and their
culture but I am a Targaryen and my destiny is tied to Westeros.”  Daenerys
looked out across the Barrowlands.  “There other things that tie me to this
land.  Things that have touched and captured my heart.”
Arya desperately wanted to ask Dany what those things were. She started to ask
but again fear choked off her words constricting her throat.  Oh gods, I talked
such a good game in Winterfell but on the field of battle of love I’m a total
chicken shit.  Geeezzzz Arya berated her lack of courage.
Dany shook herself and resumed her questions of the nature preserve her father
wanted to fully implement.  She told Dany of the lions, bears, hyenas, jaguars,
cougars and cave sloths that still lived in the depths of these lands.  All the
smaller predators and large to small prey animals.  Here at least the damage
could be repaired.
“Oh my gods” Dany gasped and gripped Arya’s arm and pointed to a high ridge on
their left in the Barrowlands.  On it was a Direwolf with its longer snot and
tall shoulder girdle.  It regarded them for a long moment and was gone.
“I will support your father fully in this.”  She paused.  “I wonder if can do
this in southern Westeros and Essos.  I have no idea in how to do this though.”
“I can help you Dany.  I would be so happy to help you in this.  In anything
you desire.” 
“Anything Arya?”
“Anything.”
Arya felt a connection forming between them and a fire was sweeping through her
body as they stared at each other.  Dany licked her lips and was urging her
horse closer.  Oh gods is it finally going to happen?
Suddenly, Barristan and Syrio were with them.
“Dany” Barristan said excitedly.  “We will reach our forces on the plains
tomorrow when he leave the Sandhills and a force has left Winterfell and is
moving down the King’s Road towards our position.”
That broke the spell as Daenerys turned to talk to her generals.  This was
important Arya knew.  Westeros was more important than one girl’s hopes and
dreams.  She wanted to scream!  Something was about to happen.  Arya controlled
her frustration.
They continued up the road as Dany planned with her generals. Arya listened
in.  Dany wanted to make absolutely sure that nothing untoward happened.  She
needed to talk to Eddard Stark!  She needed to make sure that the forces of
North and South meet and merged without incident.  She talked of taking Drogon
North but she had no idea where in the North Eddard might be.
She asked Arya but she had no idea.  Her father could be anywhere in his vast
realm preparing for the coming war.  Arya sighed.  She would have to wait for
another moment with Dany.  She was depressed but she tried to see the
positive.  They had been close to something magical.  She could feel it. 
Hadn’t she.  Now her self-doubts were flooding in.  Not again Arya groused to
herself.  Maybe there had been nothing but her childish hopes and dreams.  Arya
felt dejection setting in.  She needed a confidence infusion!
She saw Oberyn coming up the lane.  Without his spear.  He fell in beside
Arya.  “I will skin that wolf of yours Arya.  It is a major pain in my ass! 
How will I defeat your father in combat if I can’t keep my freaking spear with
that damn wolf always after it?”
“My father would kick your ass Oberyn.  Just like I did.”
Oberyn eyes flared. “You cheated!”  They bantered back and forth.  She truly
missed her father.  He was such a great man.  Talking of his ideas and
listening to Oberyn boast had brought his face up into her mind.  They were at
the front of the column.  Daenerys was discussing strategies with Barristan and
Syrio.
Beside her Oberyn suddenly asked “Who is that in the road up ahead.  He was not
there when I being chased by that damn wolf of yours.  Do you know how much
those fucking spears cost me Arya?!  They are works of art!”
Arya did not truly hear him.  Dany had now noticed the man on his horse as he
turned it across the road blocking it.  Arya was nearly thrumming out of her
saddle.  The man was not aggressive but he was clearly blocking their advance.
The leading van of the column looked at each other.  Dany looked around at her
men her gaze clear.  I will meet his man and urged her horse forward.  She was
the Queen and would met any challenge.  Dany marched her horse up to the man
blocking there way and stopped twenty yards in front of the dark man in his
long cloak.  They sized each other up.
Silence reigned.
Syrio started to move forward but Arya put a hand on his arm stopping him.  He
looked over at Arya.  Barristan always followed his Queen’s edicts and waited
patiently.  The Queen could defend herself.  They were a silent standoff
between Arya and Syrio.  He bowed his head.  “I know who it is.”  With that
statement Arya now kicked her horse forward.
She came up beside Dany.  The silence continued.  Now the man slowly turned and
walked his horse toward the small party.  His cloak hiding all his features.
He stopped five yards in front of Daenerys Targaryen and her entourage arrayed
behind her.  Arya was vibrating in excitement.  She wanted to see what the man
had in store.
Now the man slowly reached up to his hood.
“As my forbearer Torrhen Stark bent the knee to Aegon Targaryen, I, Eddard
Stark bend the knee to the legitimate heir to the Iron Throne Daenerys
Targaryen.” 
Eddard pulled his cloak back reveling his soft squint smiling face.  He slowly
got off his horse and bent to one knee and very slowly pulled his sword Evening
Star out of its scabbard and placed in on the road before his Queen.
“I pledge my eternal service to the one true ruler of Westeros, Essos and the
Dothraki Sea.  You are the breaker of chains and the first of your name.  You
have freed slaves where none had before.  You do not destroy but raise up.  All
my life I have waited for you to come my Queen.” 
“Now you are here.”  He bent his head down and placed his forehead on his sword
in total obeisance to his Queen.
Tears flowed down Arya’s cheeks.  No one was as great as her father!   
 
Eddard
Eddard heard his daughter calling out “Father” excitedly.  He kept his head
bowed down in obeisance to his Queen.  Eddard must let Daenerys Targaryen know
of his total allegiance.  He felt his daughter ram into his body hugging him
tightly.  She was squealing and murmuring how much she had missed and loved
him.
It warmed his heart and made his face smile into his sword.  He had raised
loving children all around he determined.
He felt a powerful presence in front of him now and knew the Queen had
dismounted and now stood before him.  He heard other horses coming up.  Still
he kept his head down.
He could feel the Targaryen’s eyes regarding him.
“Rise Eddard Stark.  I do not require this.  Rise and face me.”
Slowly Eddard bent his body up onto his knees.  Arya used that opportunity to
move in front of him getting close and moving in to hug him fiercely.  Eddard
gently reached his arms around her body and hugged her to his body.  He had
missed his baby girl.  He had taken a great risk but he felt it had been worth
it.  He was before his Queen with the entire might of Southern Westeros
figuratively behind her.
He looked more fully behind the Queen.  He amended his statement.  He did not
expect to see the leader or scions of House Greyjoy but was surprised that he
did not see Tywin or Jaime Lannister.  It seemed that House Lannister had not
come North with the Queen.  Eddard smiled slightly greater when he considered
that.  The Queen was indeed wise to not bring that old crafty backbiting fox or
his King Slayer son.  Neither could be trusted.  Add to that the waste of a
princess Cersei and you did not have a House worth their weight in shit.
He had heard of Cersei’s exile to Dorne.  He wondered where she was now after
she had her body and spirit crushed at trying to be a warrior.  Some people had
no sense of reality Eddard snorted to himself.  He composed his features.  Even
if it was the truth such thoughts were unseemly.
He slowly rose to his feet still hugging his daughter into his side.
He towered over his small Queen with his 5’10” frame.  She was not intimidated
in the least.  He liked that.  They both wore their swords on the back.  He
wore chain mail where the woman was wearing a loose blouse and Dothraki riding
leathers for her pants and their traditional riding sandals. She was a blend of
Westeros and Essos.  Maybe the world needed that blend of cultures.
“I’ll have you know that you royally pissed me off Eddard Stark.”  Her words
were harsh but her tone was begrudging respect and suppressed humor.  “I could
have stormed North with my dragons and laid waste to your forces!  What were
you thinking!”  He felt his daughter stiffen beside him her anger rising. 
Eddard hugged Arya harder signally in her to stand down.  He was touched that
his daughter so easily rose to his defense.  Even against her Queen and lover.
“I fear that was my plan my Queen.”
He saw her violet eyes flare.  “You are nothing if not painfully honest.  It
runs in the family I have learned” she spoke looking between father and
daughter.  “You took a great risk sending your daughter to me Eddard.  How did
you know I would not do something untoward your daughter?”
“I trusted in the ‘breaker of chain’” Eddard answered.  A woman who freed the
entire slave class of Essos.  Would such a woman harm any royal hostage put
into her care?  That showed your temperament my Queen.  You spared those who
opposed you if they would bend the knee.  You spared the family of House
Baratheon and House Lannister for the sins against your House.  I felt it was
reasonable risk.  I needed to give you reasons to not act when I was declaring
myself leader of the Confederacy of the North.  My acquiring the Tyrell sires
and you having Arya achieved this.”
“That was still a very dangerous gambit Warden of the North.”
“True my Queen.”  Eddard looked at the other Lords of High Houses and their
sons.  “If you need I will take the black and go the Wall or lay my neck on the
block if you deem it.  You have brought the might of Southern Westeros to fight
the Ice King.  I have succeeded.”  He felt Arya surging against his side but
hugged her tighter signaling for her to follow his lead.  She calmed.  They
were still playing the Game of Thrones.
His scouts had seen from afar the witch wives of Jon performing their magic. 
Their tales of a phoenix rising from their bodies and flying North at
incredible speed had filled him with wonder when he read their raven to him. 
Then the reports of the wild riot in their camp had shown Eddard that their
beast had been savagely attacked.  He was happy all had survived.  Jon’s wives
had succeeded in uniting the whole of Westeros in fight against the Ice King.
Eddard had been lucky.  He had happened to be on the ramparts of Winterfell. 
He had seen the beast fly over Winterfell in a blur of speed as its mighty
screams filled the air with echoed cries of rage and desire.   The thing had
been a blur and trailed a red trail of magic behind as it blazed across the
sky.  Eddard had known then it was time to move south.  He did not want to
leave Cat in here weak state but he must meet the Queen as soon as possible now
that Jon’s wives had revealed the true enemy to the Great House of the South.
He was willing to take all the blame and not reveal the fact that Daenerys had
been working with him tacitly in this endeavor to bring the major houses north.
“I think we can dispense with the melodrama Eddard” Daenerys told him.
“I have told all how you and I worked together in a Game of Thrones to bring
them North.  The wives of Jon Snow with their Blood Phoenix has shown us the
truth.  We are united now.  I will forgive all.  This time” the Queen
finished.  She gave Eddard a wink that only he and Arya could see.  He smiled
feeling Arya literally thrum beside him looking at the Queen.  Eddard saw the
woman hesitate looking at Arya with a searching look.
Arya looked at her father.  Eddard smiled down at his little wild wolf.  He
said softly “Go to her Arya.”  Arya smiled gratefully and went to join the
Queen and they mounted their horses.
Mace and his sons, Stannis and Renly and Oberyn came up to him.
Eddard looked at them calmly.  They then in turn reached out to either shake
his hand or embrace and hug him.  Oberyn whispered in his ear “Well played
wolf.  I like your balls.  If you play your cards right you might get lucky.”
Eddard returned the hug.  Was the man coming onto him?  With Oberyn you could
never be sure.
Stannis told him he was lucky that Stannis had not been King.  He would have
ridden forth to war.  He had paused then.  “I guess that shows Daenerys
Targaryen is a better ruler than I.”
Mace was fidgety around him.  He wondered why.  Willis and Garlan shook his
hands and told him “well played”.
The party then moved down the road.  Eddard was riding slightly behind the lead
party.  They were giving him time to slowly integrate into their party he
reasoned.  It would take time for the tension to leave the air.  They had
accepted him but the Game of Thrones he had played on them would take time to
be put behind them fully.
As Eddard rode he saw Ygritte move her horse close to Melisandre’s horse.  The
small woman reached out and started to rub her wife’s back with her hand in a
circle.  The large woman leaned into the smaller woman’s caress.  The distance
between the horses disappeared when the larger woman leaned over and hugged the
small witch fiercely and kissed the top of her flame red hair.
Eddard almost felt like a voyeur watching the witches so easily show affection
in front of everyone.  He then looked up at the Queen and his daughter.  He
watched them for a minute and then he frowned slightly.  Their horses were
close but they were keeping their perfect distance.  Something was not right. 
He had seen the look the Queen had given Arya.  She was definitely in love with
his daughter as he had foreseen.  He knew that Arya was in love with Daenerys
Targaryen.  Then why were they not lovers.  He could feel it in his bones.  He
leaned forward in his saddle looking harder.  He was sure of it.
He knew Arya had inherited his reticence and reserved nature but her absolute
love for all things Targaryen and Daenerys Targaryen especially had convinced
him that her adore for the Queen would overcome her shy nature.  Evidently not.
Eddard was more surprised with Daenerys.  The woman had been lusty to say the
least on her march across Essos.  Especially at the beginning of her campaign. 
Eddard had total faith in his son’s Brandon’s prophecies.  The wolf and the
dragon would lie together.  He was certain of it. Then why had it not occurred
yet.  He saw the glances they gave each other.  Daenerys was always touching
his daughter to make a point but not letting the touch linger. 
He was not sure what to do.  He was definitely no advisor on the finer aspects
of wooing a woman.  He remembered the circumstances of his taking Caitlyn as
his wife and then bedding her.  It had been so rushed and he felt like a
usurper bedding the woman who was supposed to be his brother’s wife.  He still
wondered how they had ever become more than an obligate to wed their houses
together and form a genuinely true love.  He still spent hours wondering how he
and Cat had ever forged their strong love for each other. 
Eddard looked at the perfect distance that the Queen and his daughter
maintained except for small fissures where they would move in close to touch
and converse and back to the perfect distance.  Eddard shook his head. 
Hopefully Sansa or more likely Margaery would know what to do.  He had faith
that whatever was holding his daughter and Queen apart would resolve itself
soon enough.
The shadows were getting long when they arrived at the camp for the night. 
This was another thing that Eddard admired in the Queen.  Her attention to
details and her calm resolve.  She was not rushing to combat but moving at a
slow controlled pace.  She had formed camps every day’s march.  This and the
gifts she had freely been dispensing had made converts of his people.
Her troops and horses were rested and by not raiding the land her forces had
won over his people. 
He remembered his wild rides in Robert’s rebellions.  Chaotic had been those
rides.  Eddard kept thinking he would die at any moment.  He actually felt safe
with the Queen.  She had her camps laid out and blocking forces in place all
around the population centers.  Removed but ready to strike if necessary.
This woman was both a natural strategist and a masterful tactician on the
battlefield from all the reports he had read on the woman.  Such a rare
combination.  On top of that she had a natural charism that made people want to
live and fight for her.  She was the total package of a supremely gifted
leader.
They entered the camp and attendants rushed in to start caring for the horses. 
He was taken to a tent that had been erected for the royals to sup in.  He took
a seat beside Oberyn on one side and Arya and then Daenerys on the other side. 
They talked about the day’s events. Eddard assured them his force from
Winterfell came in peace and would integrate under the Queen’s command.
He again observed his daughter and Queen.  He could actually feel their longing
for each other almost radiating off them.  This was strange because Eddard
never saw these things.  Again he wondered what was restraining them from
consummating their love.  He had been a virgin when he married but he saw no
need for any others to wait to the marriage night.  They would have to go
through the bedding ceremony virgin or no.  Looking back he kind of wish he had
been more skilled for Cat but both being virgins had had its own charms he
supposed though he had been scared shitless that first night!
After dinner the Lords and general discussed their preparations.  Eddard filled
them in on his troop movements and his status of supplies. Daenerys
complemented him on his strategy and his tactics.  Those words from her truly
honored Eddard.
Daenerys looked at him for a long moment.  “I will ask you to meet with my two
supreme generals Syrio and Barristan.  We will defer to you on the strategy to
use.  This is your land and you have been preparing to fight the Ice King for
years.
Eddard bowed his head to the Queen.  Yes indeed.  She was truly great with no
ego to stroke or need to show herself as the leader.
He knew now that they would be able to face the Ice King with the maximum
effort.
He had to ask the Queen about not bringing House Lannister.  The Queen snorted.
“I do not trust that man, Tywin Lannister, as far as I could throw him.  He is
devious and self-serving.  He set up the situation that led to many crimes the
night that my family’s dynasty came to end.”
Eddard remembered the day he rode into King’s Landing.  He sighed.  So much
bloodshed.  He was furious for Jaime Lannister for killing Daenerys father even
if the man had killed his father and brother in a most heinous manner.  The mad
king had truly deserved his fate.  That still could not absolve Jaime Lannister
of his own sins.
“I agree my Queen. His rotten fruit I fear did not fall far from the tree.”
He saw a strange gleam come to the Queen’s eyes.  “What do you mean?”
“Jamie is the King Slayer my Queen and Cersei was a most horrid Queen.  Is she
still alive if I may ask?  What happened after her failure in Dorne?”
“Failure?”
“Of course.  There is no way she could have succeeded in her fantasy.”
For some strange reason Arya snorted.  Eddard looked at his daughter with a
slight confused look.
“Oberyn could you please speak to Eddard Stark about Cersei Lannister” the
Queen asked Oberyn.  For some reason Daenerys had a subtle smirk on her face.
Eddard turned to the look at the Red Viper.  He was perplexed why Oberyn of all
people would have a smile on his face when talking about Cersei Lannister.  He
hated the woman.
Oberyn started “I hate to break it to you Eddard but Cersei has succeeded
beyond any of our wildest thoughts or desires.  I admit I wanted her to fail
and I did indeed hate her …” Oberyn left the thought dangling.
Eddard knew he was being baited into asking and he did not disappoint. 
“Aaannddd …”
“She is now the top Lion of Battleborne Academy our premier military academy. 
She has kicked everyone’s ass some multiple times.  She is a freaking hellcat. 
I have seen her pound and pulp men twice her size and more into
unconsciousness.  Often two or more at one time.  She doesn’t care.”
Eddard started to chuckle.  Why they were trying to pull the wool over his eyes
he would never know.  Cersei couldn’t fight her way out of a wet tissue bag.
“I think she will eventually be the one to wield Morning Star.”
That sobered up Eddard immediately remembering Arthur Dayne.  He was still
filled with shame for killing that man.
“Oberyn, I know that only a man of the house of Dwayne can yield that sword.  I
took it back to Dorne after Robert’s Rebellion” he paused “I’m still filled
with shame killing that brave honorable man for no better reason than Robert’s
silly sense of pride being offended.”
“I would forget all about that Eddard.  I seriously doubt Arthur would be
shedding tears over your demise twenty years after the fact … though that is
probably to your credit.”
Eddard snorted.  He would never fully forgive himself for Arthur’s death. 
Oberyn continued “But on a happier note I would have you know that Cersei has
renounced her last name.  Soon she will be taking up the sword and best of all
she married my eldest daughter Obara just before we marched from Dorne.  She
has taken the last name of ‘Sand’ to honor her new wife.
Eddard gaped at Oberyn.  He couldn’t help it.  This was impossible.  Oberyn
then told him more of Cersei many exploits and how she had changed mightily
since her arrival in Dorne.
Eddard knew he believed his words when Oberyn told him “Ellaria hungers to fuck
both Cersei and Obara … she has come to really treasure Cersei as a daughter-
in-law and hoped for lover.  Hell I’m hoping to have a go at the slut.  Gods
Eddard you should she see her fuck my daughter” Oberyn spoke proudly.
One thing Oberyn never joked about was sex.  My gods, could Cersei have changed
that much?  Maybe Cersei and the Ice King were linked somehow he joked in his
mind.  Then he mentally slapped himself.  He would now have to reconsider
everything he ever knew about the woman.  To change that much?  It was
astounding.
He heard the Queen getting his attention.  He turned to give her his full
attention.
“I will have you know that Jaime Lannister is now part of my inner guard.  He
and his wife Brienne are protecting the small council in my absence.  I fully
intend in offering them a permanent commission when I return.”
“But Daenerys he killed your father on the same thrown you sit in.  I was there
and I saw it.”
“Why do you think Jaime did it?”
“I don’t know.  He gave me a snide insolent answer.  What did it matter?  He
was honor bound to protect his king.  He is betrayer of his oath.  He is a
cur!”
“So honor trumps all?”
Eddard sensed a trap but he sprung the lever anyways “Yes.  One must live by
one’s code of honor else all else falls into ruin.”
“Eddard my father was mad.  He killed your father and son in the most heinous
manner possible while Jaime was forced to watch.  He witnessed firsthand Aerys
II kill Rickard and Brandon Stark.  He performed his duty and stood and
watched.  Maybe he should have killed my father then.  I would have.”
Eddard was shocked at the Queen’s words.  To speak so easily of killing her own
father.  It was true her father was mad and cruel  …
“Then on the day you arrived in King’s Landing did you know that Aerys II had
filled the sewers, tunnels and cellars with wildfire.  The city was filled with
it.  My father had just given orders to Rossart who was both the Hand and
leader of the Guild of Alchemists to set the Wildfire off.  My father was ready
to burn the entire city of King’s Landing down along with all of its
inhabitants.  So I ask you Eddard Stark was Jaime Stark supposed to stand aside
and allow that to happen. 
Eddard paused.  He had just said Jaime was honor bound to follow his oath no
matter the cost … but a whole City?  What had it cost Jamie to stand back and
watch his father and brother be killed so cruelly?  Jaime had told him once of
him being forced to witness the event.  Now when he thought back on that event
he could hear the pain in Jaime’s voice recalling those events.  Why hadn’t he
noticed that then?  He knew why.  He did not want to hear it.  Jamie was the
King Slayer.  Now his past thoughts shamed him.
“What would you have done Eddard?”
Eddard took a long breath.  “Why didn’t he tell me?”
“Would you have believed him … would the you of twenty years ago listened to
him … would you have said it made no matter—that honor trumps all?
Eddard squirmed.  “No my Queen I would have intervened and probably not said a
word in my defense.”
Eddard had a lot to think about.  The meeting continued on with discussion on
the upcoming war and how best to meet the threat of the Ice King.   Eddard was
quiet. He found the news shocking about the twins.  He had held them in such
high scorn. To believe that they had redeemed themselves was beyond shocking. 
Eddard had known of Jaime leaving Cersei for Brienne of Tarth.  He had felt
sorry for the woman.  Now he was starting to feel shame at such thoughts.
For Oberyn to be happy with Cersei being part of his family was shocking too. 
The idea he wanted to fuck her was so Oberyn.  Eddard shook his head.  He had
heard the saying somewhere that the family that sleeps together stay together.
 The Martells took it to new heights.  Eddard shook his head at all these new
thoughts.  The world was spinning at a new angle on its axis.
The meeting broke up.  He went outside the tent and went to find his horse.  He
was most happy with the care that he found had been given his horse.  He was
asleep underneath a blanket and he was told that he had been feed oats and
hay.  His coat was well groomed down and he was informed that his horse’s feet
had been cleaned and a loose nail reset.
Eddard was again impressed with the organization of Daenerys camp.  He had
never seen the like anywhere or read of such organization.  How had this small
young woman become so accomplished?  He shook his head. It did not matter.
He turned around and started.  Daenerys stood three feet in front of him.  He
had cat like senses and she had come up on him unannounced.  The woman moved
like a panther and not a dragon.
“My Queen.”
“You can call me Daenerys or better yet Dany.”
“I will try Daene—Dany.  I was taught to be respectful at all times.”
“You have passed those manners to your daughter.  She is the model of royal
decorum when we are at royal functions.”
“I am pleased to hear that Dae—Dany.  I ask permission to ride back to
Winterfell.”
“We are heading there now.  Why do you need to leave?”
Arya had come up to stand beside her Queen.  Eddard looked on seeing them
immediately move to be close together but they still kept that perfect
distance.  He wanted to probe but it was not his place.
 “I know my Queen but I need to leave your presence and hurry back to
Winterfell.”
“Why so fast … we are little more than a week at most nine days out?
Eddard felt his face slash with concern.  “Before Arya left for Winterfell the
joyous news came that my wife had again conceived.  It filled Winterfell with
happiness.”
“Yes, Arya has told me of this.  I am happy for you and your wife.  The
conceiving of new life is always joyous.”
“Yes it is my Queen.  All went well the first trimester but since then my
wife’s health has become fragile.”
“Ohhhh … Father, mother is going to be okay isn’t she?”
“Is she her life in danger?” the Queen asked.
“My wife’s pregnancy is hard on her but Maester Lewen feels her life is not in
danger.  I would be with my wife if at all possible.  If you need me to stay
then I will.  Your will be done.”
He watched Daenerys Targaryen take a minute to think over her response.
“We will ride out in the morrow … the royal entourage will ride with you with
post haste back to Winterfell.  We will bring spare horses to increase our
pace.  She called out in Dothraki and a Bloodrider appeared out the night
gloom.  She and he talked back and forth for a minute in their native tongue. 
He then left.
“Aggo has gone to send out riders to the camps ahead.  They will set horses
aside for our ride at speed up to Winterfell.  I wish to see your ancestral
home.  I want to greet Catelyn Tully and meet your sons and other daughter.  I
wish to see the Tyrell scions that you ‘kidnapped’”.  Eddard looked sheepish at
that. 
“You honor me my Queen.”
“I will always do all I can for my people Eddard.  Let’s just not play any more
Game of Thrones shall we.
Eddard grimaced.  “I agree my Queen.  These are extraordinary times but I do
grow tired of playing such games.”  He stepped forward and bowed.  “I am now
and forever more you loyal subject my Queen.”
“Westeros has waited to long for your coming Daenerys Targaryen first of your
name breaker of chains.  Long live your reign.”
***** Winterfell - Part I *****
                              Winterfell – Part I
          Missandei / Eddard / Ice King / Daenerys / Margaery / Sansa
 
Missandei
Misery.  That was the word that kept pulsing in her mind.  She was on her side
on her sleeping furs underneath the stars.  Her body was in agony.  More tears
of misery ran down her cheeks as Missandei sniffled with the pain running
rampant through her body.  The blisters on her thighs had burst this afternoon
and the pain had been searing.  Missandei had whimpered and gritted her teeth. 
She was incessant on staying the course.  She had insisted in coming on the
quick forced ride back to Winterfell.  Eddard Stark was in a hurry to get back
to her wife.  Catelyn was having a difficult pregnancy and Eddard was worried. 
Missandei fully understood his desires.
She remembered back to two nights previous to this night.  Eddard had made his
request for leave to go back to Winterfell post haste.  Dany had considered and
decided to travel with Eddard back to Winterfell.  She knew that Daenerys
wanted to be with Eddard.  She wanted to evaluate and judge the man who had
been twisting and jerking on marionette strings making Dany move to his tune. 
Daenerys needed to be with the man to reassure herself she had indeed made the
right decisions over the last nine months. 
Also, Dany knew that that her Queen wanted to start the integration of the
whole of Westeros.  She wanted to start to work on reducing and then removing
any barrier between North and South of Westeros.
Dany had called her Dothraki on guard duty and told him to send out riders to
the camps located up the King’s Road heading up to North lands.  The camps to
provide succor and rest for the columns of the Queen’s forces marching ever
North.  The riders had taken extra horses to reach the next camp post haste. 
Also, spare horses were led out within the hour to be taken up the road and be
available the next day for the group riding in haste back up the Winterfell. 
The horses kept in small groups at intervals to trade out for any horses that
were exhausted.  The riders sent out by Aggo would go to the next camp post
haste and they would in turn send out riders to the next camp.  This would be
done to all the camps that had been created. 
With Eddard now fully in camp with the Queen, she was sending orders to surge
the forces forward to create camps all the way up to Winterfell.  Daenerys
wanted to accelerate their creation.  The march north was going to accelerate. 
The time for cautious probing to make sure an ambush was not possible was
over.  The whole of Westeros had become united in their goal.  Now the
continent had one thought; the defeat of the Ice King.  All else was of no
import against that threat.
Horses were to be set at six miles intervals to let the riders ride their
mounts hard to the next waypoint of gathered horse.  The horses would not be
hard stressed and go back into the pool of spare horses at the closest camp.
Eddard was most thankful for the Queen’s largesse in helping him to reach
Winterfell as fast as possible.  The Queens focus was now to support her Warden
of the North in his rush to get back to his ailing wife.  She was silently
impressed that the man had left her to perform his duty to the realm in meeting
Daenerys Targaryen on the King’s Road.
Daenerys had offered to fly him to Winterfell but he had refused.  He told her
that he had a fear of heights.  Dany had stared at the man shocked.  He told
her he could control it with slow movements and concentration but he was sure
he would falter with flying. 
Syrio Forel had patted him on the back hearing that.  Syrio felt a little
better finding someone else who could not fly. 
Dany had asked if all the other Major House Lords would journey with her to
Winterfell with her and Eddard.  All had accepted except Willas.  He had bowed
out saying his lame leg would not take such a long hard ride.  Missandei wished
now she had listened to his rational caution.
At the time she knew that Daenerys had assumed she would stay with the wagon
train and move up the King’s Highway and eventually catch back up to the
Queen.  While she had ridden horses some it had never been at a military pace. 
She had ridden horses in genteel trots and canters around the Queen’s camp but
never at pace and for extended time.
Missandei’s body had not been inured to horseback riding.  She knew it but she
was not be turned aside.  She would not be left behind.  She felt useless now
that she had broken the code to the traitor’s letter and setup the schedules. 
She had performed her duties and now felt like the fifth wheel on a wagon.
Daenerys had come to her when she was told that her interpreter wanted to come
on the force march.  “Missandei honey … I don’t think you quite know what you
would be in for.  It took me a months to get used to riding a horse when I
first married Khal Drogo and rode in his Khalasar.  I was miserable the first
two weeks.  I had blisters and saddle sores that made feel like I was being
sawed in two.  Being the Khaleesi I was given much care to help me become
accustomed to the rigors of horseback riding.”
“We would do everything for you Andi but we propose to move at a great pace.  I
became accustomed to horseback riding moving at the sedate pace of a Khalasar
moving lazily across the Dothraki Sea.  We will by contrast be moving like a
storm up the King’s Highway.  I strongly recommend that you follow us in your
wagon.  We will not need your services till you arrive at Winterfell.  I am in
Westeros.  I will not be needing your interpretive skills.  Any messages can
wait.”
“Are you saying I am weak Daenerys Targaryen?” she had asked.  Missandei was
peeved that her Queen thought so little of her.  She did not want Missandei to
come with her because she was soft.  She knew it!
“I am not saying that my dear friend.  All who first ride must endure the pain
of becoming ‘saddle broken’.  I don’t want you to suffer needlessly.  We will
be traveling at great speed.  You have done so much for us already by cracking
the code on the intercepted messages between the traitorous houses.”
“So you don’t need me anymore is what you are saying?”  Missandei saw the look
of slight confusion cross her Queen’s face.  Missandei knew she was being a
little shit but she could not help it.  She was hurting in her heart.
“You know that is not how I feel Missandei.  What is wrong with you?  Have I
said or done something to offend you?”
Missandei felt like crap.  “No Dany.  I am just feeling useless having
deciphered the code.  I wonder what else I am needed for now.”
Dany came up to her and hugged her.  “Missandei without your efforts and those
of Tyrion we would not be in this position now.  You have my forces both on
land and sea moving with great precision.  You efforts have saved months off
the movement of our forces.  Our troops are fresh and ready for combat. 
History is full of examples of troops arriving on the battlefield and being
exhausted, hungry and sick.  Almost without fail these forces have been quickly
defeated and often routed.  This will not happen to my army.  Much of this is
through your efforts.”
Dany pulled away from Missandei.  “We will be staying in Winterfell for a short
while.  In fact, I want you to start coordinating with Eddard’s forces the
movement of our forces up North.  The troops lifted by ship are now pouring
west.  I need that coordinated.”
“I can do that as we move up to Winterfell Dany.  I do much of the work in my
head anyways.  I am gifted with numbers.  Plus, if I travel with you I can talk
to the high generals under Eddard’s command.  This will help me to better
understand how to integrate our efforts.  I do not want to be separated from
you Dany.  We have always been together on this long journey to you sitting on
your throne.  I don’t want to stop now.”  Missandei would feel lost if she was
separated from her Queen.  The woman she had supported for so many years now.
She saw Daenerys looking at her judging her.  She finally smiled.  “I will have
a horse prepared for you my old friend.  I have some ointments we can us.”
“Ointments?”
“For the blisters.  I could tell you but you will understand soon enough.  It
is something you must experience to really understand.”
Missandei was happy to have won.  She had not told the Queen all the reasons
she had been adamant on traveling with her in the troop on their fast ride to
Winterfell.  She needed too!  Everything Missandei had said had been of the
complete truth, but, there were other reasons motivating her to follow the
Queen on her quick journey north.
She had been so ecstatic when her mystery soon to be lover had helped her
decipher the coded message.  Her body had felt so alive with the possibilities
of soon meeting and making love to her mystery sponsor.  She felt the
attraction and now lust in her helper.  The caresses were so gentle and loving
from her hidden woman when she touched and caressed Missandei’s face, hair and
now her upper body.  She had heard her erstwhile lover moan and whimper with
need the night she gave Missandei the clues she needed to break the code.
She could remember the green of her sweetie’s eyes.  They seemed to glow like
strange fireflies in the night.  So intense and so large.  She longed to see
them with her real eyes and not the eyes of her mind.  They seemed so ghostly
and afar.  She wanted to hold her woman’s head close and gaze enraptured into
her love’s unnatural green eyes.  Those eyes were as deep as the oceans filled
with mystery and power that was Earth shaking.  Missandei wanted that power
used in making love to her.  She knew her lover was a goddess or something
close but knew the woman would be as gentle as Missandei wanted her to be. 
What Missandei knew was that she wanted to be ravish and fucked hard by her
lover.  She would give Missandei what she needed and craved.
Missandei had read the great sexual texts from around the world.  The
heterosexual texts had not interested her but the lesbian texts had spoken to
her soul.  She had learned so much and would use that knowledge to blow her
lover’s mind.  She knew she would.  Missandei had also discovered reading those
texts that she wanted to be fucked hard and deep.  She wanted her lover to use
a fraction of her might to fuck Missandei hard.  Missandei wanted to be
fingerbanged hard in her pussy.  She wanted to be fucked in the ass hard and
deep with a strap-on and with her lover’s fist.  Missandei shivered when she
thought those thoughts.
She had told the Queen of the hue and glow of her longed for lover’s eyes. 
Soon she would see them and fall into them for real.  Missandei would shiver at
just the thought.  She could already feel her green eyed woman slamming her
fingers hard and deep up her cunny and ripping her hymen asunder and making her
a woman.  Her lover would suck her off so good!  Missandei now masturbated to
visions of all the hot sex she would have with her still nameless lover.  Gods
she could taste the woman’s cunt in her mouth.  Missandei would clean off her
fingers after masturbating yet again dreaming it was her lover’s cream she was
sucking off her fingers.
She had been positive that within a few nights her erstwhile lover would revel
herself and they would fuck gloriously the night through and she would give her
sweet lover her maidenhead.  That most precious of gifts a woman can give to
her woman.  Then she would take her mate out to greet all her friends.  The
code had been broken.  The day had been saved as the saying went.  Her green
eyed mysterious woman had given Missandei what she wanted.  She had stroked the
small black woman’s body with deep hot fuck hunger.  Missandei had felt in the
fingertips.  The repressed hunger for her body.  She wanted to lie with her
woman and let their bodies twine in hot interracial love.  Missandei was
intoxicated with how her black body would twine with the pale body of her pale
lover.
She had cracked the code at the beginning of the Neck of Westeros.  They were
now at the other end of the Neck and she had not felt her longed for lover
since that magical night.  It had been over three weeks since that sweet
night.  She had masturbated to multiple screaming orgasms ripping her body
apart with ecstasy.  Missandei would fuck herself to exhaustion and rest her
body.  The instant she had her strength back she was again fucking herself to
mind blowing orgasms.  Her cunt felt like it was tearing itself inside out
while her womb felt like it was tearing out her belly as she shrieked and
wailed in mind searing ecstasy.  She had filled her wagon with her thick
pungent musk and soaked her body with sweat and her girl cum.  She had left the
furs pulled up to only her lower thighs.  Her pussy and breast exposed in
offering to her dream lover.  Her nipples and clit tingly with the sweet
exhaustion of being fucked out.  She loved the naughty thoughts of her breast
on full display and her exhausted cunt exposed slavered with drying cum.
Her charms on full display for her green eyed lover.  Missandei wanted her
woman to see Missandei’s body soaked in cum and sweat.  To see Missandei’s
groin and mound thickly slavered with dried cum.  To smell the thick musk her
cunt had saturated her small wagon in.  Her lover was weakening in resisting
Missandei’s sweet charms.  Gods Missandei wanted her cherry busted.  She wanted
to get a strap-on and have her lover fuck her so hard and deep.  She wanted and
needed to give her woman her sweet hot tight asshole.  She wanted to suck her
ass off that strap-on dick while looking up at her lover showing her what a hot
depraved slut she would be in bed.
Missandei knew that once her lover came to her exhausted body she would
instantly revive and she would give herself to her lover.  She would feel her
hymen ripped and taken and she would be a woman now.  Missandei wanted to feel
the pain a woman felt when she became a woman. 
That had been the dream.  That had been the fantasy.  The reality had been
harsh and devastating.  By the third night she was getting nervous and by the
sixth night she was agitated and the eighth night she was completely depressed.
Her dream lover had not appeared again.  Missandei had been confused and then
angry.  How had she not come to her?  She had succeeded in deciphering the
code.  Her secret lover had given her the necessary clues.   Missandei even now
shivered feeling the small fingers stroking her face.  She was sure her lover
was a short woman like her.  In fact, Missandei could sense she was even taller
than the green eyed woman.  That seemed so perfect to Missandei.
Missandei had become totally confused.  She had felt her lover shudder smelling
her wet cunt and the way her fingers pressed harder into her chest nearing her
breast.  Oh gods her pussy was still getting wet at the mere thought.  She
could feel her lover’s desire for Missandei’s body.  It made her fucking
angry.  Why was she not coming to Missandei?   Unfortunately, the answer was
becoming clear.  Missandei could no longer deny it.
She now knew she had been only a tool.  Her supposed dream lover had only used
her to get the message deciphered.  She must have been a pervert stroking her
body like that.  A tool like a dildo to get her rocks off.  Missandei was
pissed being used like that.  That fucking succubus had teased her!  She had
used Missandei to do her bidding and fucking abandoned her!  She would scratch
that bitches eyes out if she got the chance.  The love she felt for her woman
was boiling into an unassuaged anger.
So she had demanded to ride with the Queen.  She needed to feel needed and
wanted.  Her fucking supposed lover had shown her true nature.  She absolutely
needed to ride up to Winterfell with her Queen.  How bad could it be?  She had
ridden for short periods of time at a leisurely pace with the Queen. 
Missandei had learned quickly.  Within an hour she felt like she was bruised
all over as her body was constantly jostled and jarred with the fast trots and
short gallops the horses were doing.  When she dismounted to get on the spare
horse she had been stiff and sore.  When they reached the first relay of fresh
horses Missandei had had to grit her teeth to clamber up on it.  Even with a
boost from Dany it had hurt like hell.
By midday she was so sore in her pelvis and thighs she wanted to cry out in
pain and frustration.  Her pride prevented it.  Instead she gritted her teeth
and soldiered on.  She felt the blisters Dany had told her about forming on her
inner thighs and groin.  The touch on cloth angry and hot.  She had made it
through the first day somehow.   She had felt herself swaying on her feet once
they started to make camp.
They had ate a meal of jerked beef, oats (spare from the feed bags) and tact. 
She ate her food sullenly.  Her mental misery was great.  Her physical misery
was rising to meet it.  She saw that a large circular tarp had been placed on
the ground.  Daenerys called all to sit around on the edge sitting on crossed
legs Dothraki style. 
Missandei had demurred but her friend had helped her hobble over and sat her
down beside her on the opposite side of Arya. She was happy to be in a position
of honor.  It helped with her pain a little.  She had put the ointment on the
angry blisters that the Queen had given her.  The blisters swelled with fluid
and hot to the touch.  She had whimpered applying the ointment.  Her lover
should have been soothing the ointment onto her body damnit!  Those thoughts
made Missandei sullen and angry.
“Eddard, I wanted to wait till we were separated from our forces to tell you
this” the Queen told the Warden of the North. “Only the High Lords of the South
and their most trusted generals know what I am about to tell you.  I wanted to
wait till we could talk and plan together.  I have ideas but we will decide our
response. 
Missandei saw that this had Eddard’s full attention.
“I hate to tell you this Eddard” Daenerys paused “you have two traitors in your
midst.  They have made a pact with the Ice King”
Eddard stared at her for a long moment.  He softly breathed out “Bolton.”
Missandei saw that Daenerys was as shocked as her.
“You knew?!”
Eddard squint smiled.  “No my Queen I did not.  I have had my suspicions of
Roose but I would never have dreamed he would be working for our enemy.  He has
always been a rouge force but I never had the proof I felt I needed to bring
him to heel.  He is vile and a malignant tumor, but, to side with such an
evil.  Cannot Roose see that such a force will never honor whatever agreement
they have?” Eddard said softly to himself.
“You are Warden of the North Eddard Stark” Dany told him.  “That is enough.”
“My Queen I have had my fill of bloodshed as I sense you have.  He may be vile
and contemptuous but he does inspire loyalty in his men.  I have avoided open
war and bloodshed.  Without ironclad proof I have been loath to call my banners
against their house.  You spoke of a second house?”
“Yes.  The second house is in the Riverlands.”  Dany did not give the name. 
Missandei knew Dany was curious if Eddard had a suspicion of the second house.
Eddard had a look of deep thought on his face.  He was obviously going through
the houses of his wife’s homeland.
He finally said in voice of self-questioning “The Freys?”
“Yes.”
Eddard blew out a breath “Walder is conniving and mendacious but … well he is a
small man.  He is not brave in the slightest.  I find it hard to believe this
possible.  He is vile but a coward.  Are you sure of this my Queen?”
“I am sure of this Eddard.”
“What is your proof if I may ask?”
“Missandei.  Can you please tell them how we came to know this information?”
Missandei had felt her pride swell with the Queen putting her front and
center.  Since she had insisted on coming on this trek the Queen was letting
Missandei give the brief.  This made the small scribe’s mental and physical
distress recede.
Missandei told Eddard how a spy had given them the satchel with the scroll from
House Bolton to House Frey.  The scroll had the royal seal of the Lord of House
Bolton.  The Queen called out to Aggo and he came to her with the satchel.  She
had him hand it to Eddard.
Eddard opened it and looked at the scroll and the broken seal.  He carefully
put the scroll that had been curled up down before himself.  He looked at the
broken seal that Missandei had been careful to preserve as much as possible. 
He looked at the seal closely.
“Yes.  It is his seal.  So this spy somehow got this scroll.  I wonder.  How
long have you had it?”
“Over a six weeks now.”
Eddard considered.  “I have seen Roose three times in that time.  He has not
changed his demeanor.  If he suspects they have been discovered he is playing
it close to the vest.  When is he to attack?”
“When the Ice King attacks and you are focused on him.  He and House Frey will
use that distraction to attack you from the rear.”
Eddard started to read the missive and stopped.  “It is in code.”  He looked at
Missandei.  “You deciphered this?”
“Yes I did.”
“I’m impressed.”  He smiled at Missandei and for a little while her misery
became only a memory.
She then told Eddard the message that she had deciphered.  The details of the
deal that Roose Bolton had struck with the Ice King.  The reward of control of
the North while the Ice King would rule the South.  Eddard had snorted at that
and whispered “Fools”.  They had agreed to work their forces to the rear of the
forces or in their midst if they could not work that.   The Boltons and Freys
were to position themselves to do maximum damage to the enemies of the Ice
King.
When the attack started they would then turn and sow confusion and death to
distract the forces of the Warden of the North and enable the Ice King to more
easily defeat his enemies.  Missandei showed Eddard how she had deciphered the
text with her compass and the square she had made. She showed Eddard the small
dot between House Frey on page seven.
Missandei did not tell Eddard of the help from her benefactor.  She would only
share this knowledge with Dany and by extension Arya.  Eddard was most
impressed.  “I am forever indebted to you for this Missandei of Naath.  The
losses we would have incurred would have been most grievous.”
He shook his head.  “The Fools.  To think they believe the Ice King’s lies. 
The Ice Wright means to kill us all.”
Eddard again looked at Missandei.  “I and the North will forever be in your
debt.  I hope someday in some way to repay you for this service.”
The conversation had then moved over to the plans on how to thwart the plans of
the Boltons and the Freys.  Missandei had followed the conversations but her
attention soon drifted.  She was not interested in war strategy when it did not
involve planning, tracking and the moving of forces.  It was the numbers and
equations they engendered that caught and held the small black interpreter’s
attention.
She got up and made her parting remarks and slunk back to her sleeping furs by
the fire.  She was not inured to the cold too.  Missandei crawled underneath
the furs and shivered hard.  Her sweet Shadowclaw snuggled into the furs with
her meowing and purring as she rubbed her cat’s head.  The cat riding a pack
horse in a swath of furs that had been made into a nest for her.  The caracal
had quickly adjusted and able to sleep despite the gait of the horse she was
riding on.  Missandei was feeling so weak and like a failure despite the praise
she had received.  Her thoughts kept going back to the fact that she had been
abandoned.
Her pain was returning with the elation passing with the giving of her brief. 
She was still proud of herself.  She could still remember her sense of
hopelessness she had felt in Qarth when Dany came swooping in saving her from a
life of slavery.  She owed her everything. 
She slowly fell into a restless sleep.
She was awoken way too early.  The sun was had not yet lightened the Eastern
horizon.  She staggered to the fire.  Her limbs felt like stiff wood and her
back ached.  She sullenly ate her meal.  She had fumed and fretted until she
fell into an exhausted sleep.  She again felt her anger and depression setting
in.  To be nothing more than a tool was angering her no end.  She had felt so
special and that feeling was nothing but ashes now.
Dany and Eddard tried to engage her in conversation.  Dany wanted to fill her
in on their strategy they had developed for the traitors and Eddard wanted to
again thank her and hear her thoughts on their plans.  She had demurred and
turned away.
“Missandei, what is wrong with you?  This is not like you!”
She had sullenly looked into the flames.
Her misery had been bad in the morning when they started out.  By the
midmorning it was beyond agonizing.  Her blisters had burst and the raw skin
rubbing against the riding leathers had been horrendous.  She could not control
the screams of pain that ripped from her throat.  Missandei saw the looks of
concern on Dany and Arya’s face.  Eddard had looked alarmed as did the other
high Lords.  Her humiliation only deepened.
Dany had immediately called a halt to the march.  She called the doctor and
Maester with them.  Daenerys had some horses circled around Missandei who they
had put on the ground and put blankets on the horses sideways to make a
screen.  Daenerys had no problem showing her body but knew Missandei was shy. 
Missandei cried out feeling Dany starting to gently pull on the fabric and
loosen the ties to her riding leathers.  Arya put her head in her lap and
stroked her hair singing a lullaby to her.  Missandei writhed in pain.
Dany slowly peeled her riding leathers off Missandei.  The interpreter cried
out in pain and wept.  Dany gently dabbed the ointment onto the burst
blisters.  The Queen then put bandages on the wounds and wrapped them in long
strips of cloth.  They then put on a louse line trouser on her body. 
Dany insisted she take a few droughts of diluted wine.  The drink made her
drowsy.
They gently put her back up on her horse.  Dany had Aggo and Rakharo on either
side of Missandei’s horse to keep her safe on her horse.  Missandei felt
humiliated.  She saw the concern on the Dothrak’s faces.  She knew these men
respected strength.  Their looks of concern was just a mask she thought in her
misery.  These men must think she was a weak silly little girl.  She could not
see the truth of their genuine concern.  They had come to treasure the smalls
scribe.  They understood her body was not inured to horseback riding. 
Missandei had simply not known what she was getting herself into.  The column
put out again but a much reduced rate. 
Missandei did not remember much of the travel that day.  The sun felt like a
furnace on her body.  She was feverish and a little delirious.  She was a
failure.  She had insisted that she come on this journey so Eddard could get
back to his wife as soon as possible and now she was hobbling that journey. 
When it was time to change horses Eddard and Barristan had gently pulled her up
out of the saddle and as softly as possibly moved her to the new mount.  She
had stilled cried out in pain.  She saw the men and her Queen and Arya look on
her with pity.  Pity for the weak willed and soft bodied interpreter that had
overstepped her limits.  Gods she was so angry with herself.  She was making a
fool of herself.
It was late in the afternoon.  She was feverish now.  Through a haze Missandei
saw Eddard regarding her. 
Suddenly he called out that they needed to make camp early for the day.  Many
riding murmured wondering why.
“My horse has been favoring his right front leg.”
Stannis barked out “There is nothing wrong with your horse Eddard.  Hell, we
will get a new one at the camp.”
Missandei in a fog saw Eddard glare at Stannis and then motion his head at her.
Stannis then looked at her and she saw his jaw grinding.  Gods he probably
hated her for being so weak.
Stannis reached back and gripped his back “Now that you say it my back has been
stiffening up for the last hour.  I could use the extra rest.”
Missandei felt humiliated.  They were only stopping because of her and were
trying to not show it. 
She had been lifted off her horse like a useless baby.  She was put onto her
sleeping furs by a hot fire.  Her caracal crawled in with her after eating a
bowl of chopped meat the Dothraki prepared for the small feline.
She whined and turned away from Daenerys when she tried to talk to her and give
her some soup. 
“Damnit I am getting tired of this Missandei” Daenerys barked at her in
frustration.  Missandei wined more.  “Oh Missandei I am so sorry.  I just wish
I knew what is upsetting you so.”
Missandei stared at the fire.  She was in agony in both her body and soul.
As the sun was going down Daenerys came up to her with a cup.  It was the Milk
of the Poppy.  The liquid was white.  It was full strength.  Again the Queen
was showing Missandei just how weak she was.  The Queen saw just how weak her
scribe was.
She tried to refuse but the Queen made it a direct order her violet eyes
blazing.  The two women glared at each other.  Even in her much weakened state
Missandei tried to defy her Queen in her misery.  With a pain filled gaze
Missandei watched Arya come up to her.  Arya tried to get Dany to back off but
Daenerys told Arya to back off herself.  Dany had used her royal command tone. 
It broke no argument.  Arya bowed her head and stepped back.  They may be in
love with each other but Dany was the Queen and Arya bowed before her Queen
when she used that tone.
To prolong the contest of wills was useless.  Dany was the Queen.  With locked
eyes Missandei drank her drink.  When Daenerys was like this one had to obey
her.  She had already decided that tomorrow she would have the column move on
without her.  She was broken.  With a sullen look Missandei drank deep droughts
from the cup filled with the milk of the poppy.  She was defeated in all ways.
Missandei sank into a deep sleep.  The milk of the poppy doing its work.  She
knew her body would in time mend.  She wondered if her soul would.
She drifted on rivers of dreamless thoughts and formless desires.
Then it changed.  Missandei felt the presence.  She was dreaming of her lover
again.  Her lover was stroking her feverish brow.  Missandei frowned.  She was
tired of such senseless dreams.  Her lover had abandon her.  She did not let
her love rise up at the soft loving caresses.  Missandei kept her thoughts like
this.  Missandei felt the presence relax in her guard as she stroked
Missandei’s feverish face.  Missandei lulled her tormentor into a false sense
of confidence. 
Her hands shot up like striking cobras and gripped two thin small forearms. 
She felt alarm from the woman whose arms she gripped.  The arms were jerked
back forcefully.  Missandei refused to let go.  Her body was jerked hard but
she did not care.  This woman could shatter mountains.  If she truly wanted
free herself of Missandei’s human grip she could with but a thought shatter
every bone in Missandei’s body.  Missandei felt sudden anger and hate boiling
the very air she breathed.  Missandei felt the power that her small hoped for
lover kept buried in her small diminutive body.
“Let go of me!  I will not be shackled!” Missandei heard screamed in her air
and more in her mind.  She heard the pain and fear.  “I will never be chained
again!”
She said the only thing she could with her mind.  “I love you.”  She let her
soul be shown in those three words.  She had to let her woman know just how
much she loved and needed her.
The arms suddenly stilled.  Then they jerked hard again.  The small scribe’s
body was jerked about lifted off the furs.  Somehow Shadowclaw was rolled away
but continued sleeping deeply.  Missandei in her logical mind noted that this
wild jerking about of her body was not increasing her misery.
Also, Missandei knew that no one sensed this tableau occurring in their midst
as they slept.  The guards working the perimeter of the camp saw and heard
nothing.  Her lover was truly a goddess bending the rules of nature to keep her
unaware by all but Missandei.
“I can shatter mountains!  Release me!”
“I know of your power.  You will have to kill me first.  I love you” Missandei
replied calmly.
The arms stopped their fight immediately. 
“You do not know what I am.”
“I love you.  Make love to me.”
She heard the woman gasp and her body shivered.  For a moment Missandei felt a
raw hunger for her body and soul envelope her small black body.  Missandei felt
that desire immediately squashed.  She felt the small woman in her grasp
suppress her desires for Missandei.
“You do not know what I am.  Let me show you.”
The world of the North simply faded away.  All the people around her gone.  Her
Shadowclaw was gone as well.  She was no longer in her world or her time.
She knew it was long, long ago when the world was a much younger place. 
Missandei looked around.  Her lover still kept herself hidden.  She was
standing on a small circular platform.  She was high above the world.  She was
standing on platform on a small spire of stone that rose over five hundred feet
from the ground below.  The air was crisp and pure.  Missandei inhaled deep and
felt the raw magic that filled this world.
“This is the Land” the woman told her.  “This is in a time before man came to
this world.  Man lived to the South.”
Missandei looked around with magical sight and saw it was so.  She gasped
seeing a massive forest before her all around.  The forest was alive!  She
could feel its consciousness.  She looked to the north by east and saw
shimmering on the horizon a massive volcanic mountain.  In it she felt massive
power throbbing and pulsing.  On plains before the mountain she saw great
horses running free and wild.  Horses of great power and intelligence.  
“This is the world I was born into long ago in the mists of the distant past. 
I am a Qualar.  I was just coming into my maturity having taken my physical
form.  I longed to use my new found strength.  I longed to shape the world.  A
man came to me.  He told me he could help me achieve my true destiny.” 
Missandei saw this man.  He stood before Missandei.  The sunlight fell upon
this man caressing his perfect body.  Missandei knew she was seeing this man as
her lover had seen him long ago.  Missandei saw the man as she her lover had
seen him when he first came to her.  A man perfect in every way.  He was the
most comely man that Missandei had ever seen.  He was perfect in every line of
his form.  His hair long and luxurious.  His face a masterpiece of angles and
planes.  His shoulders wide and strong.  His limbs long and perfectly formed.
Missandei saw all this as her green eyed erstwhile lover had seen him.  But
Missandei saw something that her lover did not.  Missandei saw the man’s eyes. 
They were yellow.  The color not the color of daffodils covering a hillside in
the bright sun of a new spring morning. 
No, this yellow was not that.  This yellow was of rotting flesh.  The color of
disease and pure avarice and hatred for all things.
“I did not see what you so clearly see Missandei.  I blinded myself.  I fell.
 You are only human.  I do not mean that as an insult but you do not have the
senses I have.  Yet I did not see.  You saw at a glance what I missed through a
long courtship.  I was blind and a fool.”
Missandei felt what her woman had felt all those millennium ago.  All these
things were intoxicating but what truly snared her was his power.  Strength
almost shouted from his body.  His body was impossibly strong but it paled to
the power radiating off his id.  His will was absolute.  There was nothing that
he could not achieve if given time.  He was filled with magic and purpose.  He
was filled with raw will.
He had come to Missandei’s love promising her impossible pleasures.  Those had
attracted her attention.  She wanted to know the sensual desires that she had
with her newly acquired body.  Her kind were born without bodies and only
acquired physical form upon maturity of spirit. 
She was in the first flush of power.
He asked her name.  She refused.  To know one’s name was to give one power over
your spirit and body.
Long did A-Jeroth court her.  He promised her the world and then the stars. 
They would rule all and bend all to their will.  They would be King and Queen. 
They would be equals in all their endeavors. 
She never noticed how his yellow eyes were filled with avarice and loathing for
all things.  She did not feel the disdain and evil humor he felt in seducing
her.  Her senses perceived but her mind did not process.  In time, the new born
woman came to desire that same power to control and bend all to her will.
Finally, one night she was drunk on special elixirs he had plied her with and
stroked her body to a feverish pitch.  She longed to be taken!  She wanted to
be fucked and enjoy the full pleasures of the flesh.  She knew they existed but
until this night she had never felt them. She was on fire.
The man had intoxicated her with desires.  First they would consummate the
desires of the flesh.  Then they would enjoy the pleasure that only totally
dominion over others could give to beings such as they.  They would recreate
the world in their own image.  They would use this world to launch themselves
into the universe.
“What is your name my sweet?  Tell me your name my future Queen.”
She had spoken her name.
She had been chained and caste into the deep abyss beneath Mount Thunder.  Her
screams of rage and fear filled the heavens.  She was gagged as her screams
threatened to tear the mountain down.
She felt the man taking the power that flowed out of her in her rage, fear and
despair and crafting it to achieve his own desires and goals.
How long she raged and struggled in her chains she could not remember. 
Eventually she slipped the bounds of her physical flesh and became her pure
spiritual self.  Her rage and loathing knew no limits.  She could not flee her
prison.  The wards were to strong and purely constructed.
They started to come then.  Men seeking to either to understand or enslave her
further.  Those she tore asunder without a thought.  Women came to her.  She
ripped their souls from their bodies and ate them to make them one with her. 
Her anger, fear, rage and loathing filled them.  Her very essence became the
scream of the greatest agony and hopelessness on the Earth.  In all things She
Who Must Not Be Named as she was now named hated one person more than all
others:  Herself.
For countless millennium she killed and enslaved women into herself.  Her hate
knew no limits.  Until Linden Avery freed her with only the purity of her
pained spirit.  Linden had caste off her purloined souls of lost women.  Linden
healed the women as she freed them.  Linden shattered the runes and barriers
entrapping her.  She Who Must Not Be Named had fled to the heavens.  She
abandoned the world of her torment and agony.
All this she showed and fed to Missandei as hot tears rained down on the
scribe’s face.  Missandei felt all the anger and hate of all things. She felt
the lust for power over life and choice.  She felt the glee her future wife
felt in killing men.  Missandei felt the screaming and insanity she filled the
women she captured.  All of this Missandei felt in the marrow of her bones. 
Missandei also felt something else.  She also felt the women leaving her
lover’s soul and being healed with the power that She Who Most Not Be Named
allowed Linden Avery to purloin from her body.  Her hoped for lover did not
even realize she had allowed it.  She would not accept that knowledge if
Missandei tried to impart it to her. 
More hot tears rained down on Missandei’s forehead.
“Now you know why you cannot love me.  I am something evil.”
Missandei pulled down hard on the small arms in her grasp.  She Who Must Not Be
Named gasped “Ooohhhhh.”
Missandei lifted her head and kissed the forehead her lips found.
“You are not that woman anymore” Missandei husked softly.  “I see the true
you.  I see the woman you now are.  You are good.  Stop denying your true
nature.”
“You do not know the anger and loathing that still burns in my body.”
“I do and I will help you control it.   Make love to me.  I give myself to you
totally and completely.  I love you and you love me.  Do not deny it.  Let our
love for each other heal you.  I will always be by your side.”
“Ohhhhhhh!”
“Let us give our virginities to each other.  Let our companions hear our
screams of pleasure and love.  I will help you rise to your true self.”
“Ohhhhh Missandei I am not worthy of one such as you.”
The arms she had refused to release turned to mist.  She suddenly felt fingers
touch her head.  She fell into deep slumber.
She had fled her again.  It did not matter.  Missandei would be patient.  She
Who Must Not Be Named would tell Missandei her real name.  Then they would make
sweet love.  She would show her sweet anguished love that love can be such an
exquisite thing
Her love coming to her had restored Missandei’s faith in that love.  She was
happy once more.   Her love had opened her heart to her.  Missandei knew what
that meant.  She was in love with Missandei.  She would have her woman.  She
may doubt again but in the end her pure love would win out.
Before dawn she woke up and kicked off her covers.  She touched her thighs and
groin.  The skin was healed.  The ache was gone from limbs and back.  She was
completely healed.  Her soul had been assuaged as well.  She now knew why her
lover had stayed away.  She did indeed love her but did not feel worthy.
Missandei started to stroke Shadowclaw as she purred and snuggled closer to
Missanndei.  The scribe reflected on her new found knowledge of She Who Must
Not Be Named.  She knew that name now.  She would learn her true name in time. 
She would show her love what it meant to love and be loved.  She would show She
Who Must Not Be Named what true love truly was.  That in opening oneself to
love that one could receive so much in return.
Missandei could wait.  She could now feel her love not far off watching her. 
She smiled.  Then her presence was gone.  She smiled.  Their longing for each
other was putting Missandei in tune with her lover.  Her lover was mighty and
could hide if she wanted but in time she would come to Missandei.  She had felt
the love She Who Mush Not Be Named felt for her.  She felt the longing to lie
with her and give her body to Missandei.  She felt the fear from so long ago
and her betrayal by A-Jeroth.  She also felt a secret desire to be loved by She
Who Must Not Be Named.  A desire sparked and growing because of herself. 
Because of Missandei.
Dany came over to her with a wary look.  Missandei jumped up and hugged her
dear friend and asked for forgiveness.
Dany was nonplussed at her change in both spirit and body.  Missandei had been
most cross.  She told Dany all that had occurred last night.  How her future
wife had come to her and healed her.  She told Dany how she was confused and
how she had been betrayed in the past.  She did not see the need to tell her of
the pits of Mount Thunder. 
When Dany examined her thighs and saw them totally healed she looked stunned. 
“Will I guess you mystery lover did come to you last night.  I can’t wait to
meet her.”
“Nor can I!”
Daenerys and Arya who had come up to listen both laughed at her enthusiasm. 
Missandei smiled broadly up at them.
Life was good.
 
Eddard
What a difference a few days could make Eddard mused to himself.  He had
commiserated with the Queen’s small scribe.  He had watched the woman’s body
quickly breakdown with the fast pace they were making to Winterfell.  He had
assumed that woman was inured to horseback riding.  He would not have allowed
her to begin the journey had he known this was not the case.
By the end of the second day her misery was so great that he called a halt to
the fast gallop back to his home.  He was wondering what to do.  The woman was
strong willed but her body was betraying her.
He had looked at the interpreter.  He had been shocked at the news that she
could speak over twenty languages fluently.  He could not understand High
Valyrian but the woman spoke it fluently to the Queen.  Arya had told her
father that the small dark skinned woman had started to teach her the language
of their Queen.  In fact Arya felt she had mastered Valyrian but was having
trouble still with Dothraki but was improving finally.  Eddard had smiled at
that.
The dark woman was stunning beautifully.  Her skin was not as dark as the few
Summer Islanders he had seen and her features were sharper and not as rounded
in the cheek and almond eyes of the Summer Islander.  The women of that
seafaring nation liked to keep their hair straight in or in long braids. 
Missandei preferred to keep her hair in a loose curl of long twists.  She was
indeed beautiful. 
He had read that the Queen did not have a consort or Queen while she was still
in Essos.  He now wondered why Daenerys Targaryen had not chosen the woman from
Naath as her Queen.  He was thankful that Daenerys had not.  This left it open
for his daughter to capture his Queen’s heart. 
He had at first wondered about the scribe’s demeanor.  She had seemed morose
when he first arrived at the Queen’s party.  The woman on the initial part of
their journey had been quiet and seemed somewhat sullen.  He saw the Queen
trying to talk to her and be rebuffed.  Then the girl had been in such agony he
had called a halt to the ride for that day even though they had maybe three
more hours they could have traveled on.  Such misery called to Eddard’s soul. 
He felt great compassion for the woman.
He had been surprised to have Stannis give an excuse and say the ride had to
quit for the day.  Eddard had half believed the man’s back was acting up the
way he gripped it and grimaced.  The man was so fucking literal and hard
spirited about everything.  He would have expected him to bark at Daenerys that
the small woman was dead weight.  She needed to be left behind.  Something had
seemed to soften the man slightly.  He no longer seemed to have an iron pole
shoved up his ass.  He was still Stannis just a slightly softer more rounded
version of the man he knew.  He liked the change.
Eddard himself had been anguished.  He knew in the morning he would have to
talk to Daenerys about the small scribe slowing down their march.
The next morning the girl woke up all bubbly and smiling.  He had been shocked
at her change in demeanor.  He was more shocked in the change of her physical
appearance.  She could barely move the night before.  Now the small black
teenager was moving freely.  She was smiling and giving everyone encouraging
remarks.  She thanked himself and Stannis for calling a halt to the journey the
day before.  That day she had effortlessly climbed up on her horse.
The ride no longer weighed on the woman.  Her body seemed totally accustomed to
riding now.  He had rode to up Daenerys.  She had told him that the teenager
had a secret love that watched over her.  He looked around.  “Where is he?”
The Queen had quirked an eyebrow and smiled.  “It is a woman Eddard.”
Eddard nodded his head.  It kind of made sense.  The Queen was gay.  Arya was
gay.  Why wouldn’t Missandei be gay too he supposed.
“Does that bother you Eddard Stark?  A woman loving a woman?”
Eddard kept his face neutral.  He was still unsure why his daughter and Queen
had not bonded yet.
“No.  Should it?”
The queen had looked at him nonplussed.  He rode back to the other Lords and
caught up with house politics.
Again Eddard worked over in his head what he could observe between Daenerys
Targaryen and his daughter.  He was perplexed.  Daenerys was always near her
daughter or if not her eyes were constantly seeking Arya out.  His daughter did
the same thing.  When together they moved just that little bit closer to each
other than decorum dictated. 
They were always touching each other to make a point.  He would watch one or
the other one of them let their horse slip back just a little way.  When they
did that they would let their face drop its guard and stare with long lingering
gazes. They would lick their lips and eyes go all agog staring with open lust. 
Then when the object of their desire would turn their head to make a comment or
find where they had gone he would see the mask come back up.
Renly had come up to him one time.  “You want to join in?”
“Join in?”
“Yeah.  The pool.”
“Pool?”
“Yes.  The pool as to when your daughter and Daenerys start fucking … they got
it bad for each other but for some reason they just don’t quite seem to get to
the point of doing the nasty.”
Eddard had looked at Renly.  The man smiled evilly at him.  Eddard briefly
considered punching him in the face for speaking of his daughter and Queen so
coarsely.  He had immediately paused though.  Had he not sent Arya South for
just that reason?  The prophecy had been most clear.  His daughter’s open
infatuation and already strong love for Daenerys had been clearly evident.
He had actually sent his daughter South with the clear hope she would capture
the Queen’s heart.  In capturing Daenerys’ heart Arya would both ensure her
safety and that the Queen would be predisposed to hear his pleas of the true
danger.
Arya had succeeded it was clear.  The Queen had fulfilled Arya’s hopes and
dreams.  They were clearly in love with each other.  Then why had they not
commiserated their love?  He knew the Septons would harp about the need to stay
a virgin till the wedding bed.  He had but he knew for a fact that Brandon had
been a regular Lothario.
Brandon had always teased his younger brother in his chaste ways.  He had never
worried about it till the night he had to fulfill his brother’s duty.  He had
not even kissed a girl.  Cat may have been a virgin but she definitely knew how
to kiss a lot better than he had.
“You know we are talking about my daughter don’t we Renly?  I ought to really
thrash you for such language.”
“Oh loosen up Eddard.  We have all lost a fucking fortune betting on when your
daughter would be bedding Daenerys.  We keep losing and having to come up with
new dates.  They got it bad for each other but they just keep flitting around
like a bee trying to decide which flower to land on.  You can almost smell the
sex on them they want each other so bad.”
Oberyn had come riding up.  Eddard grimaced.  He was not surprised.  Whenever
the subject of sex was involved that man could not be far behind.
“Come on Eddard.  We all know you sent your wild child down to King’s Landing
to seduce and bed the Queen.”  Eddard glared at Oberyn for so blatantly laying
his plans open for all to see.  He glanced at the Queen and his daughter.  No. 
She did not know his plans.  Thank the old gods.  Once she bedded Arya it would
not matter.  Till then though …
Eddard could not fully stop the blush that crept up his face.  To hear it so
boldly put forth was a little disconcerting.  He still couldn’t help but wonder
if the Queen had put two and two together yet.  He looked at her again mooning
over Arya who was looking over the landscape.  The Queen had it bad that was
for sure.  Why hadn’t she bedded his daughter?!
“You might as well bet.  Everyone in Dorne and here were betting on when Cersei
and Obara would finally start doing the nasty.”  Oberyn laughed hard.  “I have
heard Tyrion lost a fucking fortune betting my sweet Cersei and Obara would
never fuck.  I wish you could have seen the look on my Ellaria’s face when we
went to the officer’s sauna to fuck.”  Eddard saw the man smirk seeing him
grimace.  Eddard knew he was stiff when it came to sex.  Oberyn knew it too and
was playing his cards with open glee. 
“We had come waltzing in and lo and beheld what do we see but Cersei sitting on
her ass and nearly burying her whole face in my eldest daughter’s pussy
gobbling it like her life depended on it.  She was making all these obscene
slurping noises and moaning like she had just seen heaven.  Gods that woman can
eat some mean pussy.  Cersei made my daughter scream in almost agonizing
pleasure.”
“Winterfell.”
“What was that Eddard?” Renly asked him with an evil look on his face.
“Winterfell.  Within twenty-four hours.  Ten dragons.”  He rode off to get away
from his tormentors as he heard the two men laughing.
Eddard grimaced.  He had just laid a bet as to when his daughter would bed the
Queen of Westeros and half of Essos.  He would have never believed it he
thought with a half-smile.  Eddard Stark betting on his daughter having lesbian
sex with the Queen of Westeros.  The world was indeed changing.
Soon all smiles had left his face.  Eddard again considered what he had heard
from the Queen about Roose Bolton and Walder Frey.  He had schooled his
features.  Never show your hot emotions was one of Eddard’s axioms.  On the
outside he may have appeared to be calm and controlled but on the inside he had
been full of fury and rage. 
He had never liked the man.  His father had taught him and Brandon that the
House of Bolton while strange and keeper of old ways but that they were loyal
and savage warriors on the field of battle.  His father had thought of them as
valued allies.
Roose Bolton was three years his elder and had come to head his house one year
before he had.  Eddard had quickly come to dislike the man immensely.  Whatever
taint ran in that family lineage had risen to the surface with the man.  He was
more bold and more contemptuous of the edicts of the Warden of the North. 
Roose made it plain that the new ways were rubbish.  He said he followed the
edicts that Eddard enforced.  His father and he knew his brother would have
been the same in not closely enforcing edicts outlawing the Ritual of First
Right and the disgusting habit of flaying the skin off his enemies.
When Eddard became Warden of the North he had made it clear to Roose that the
laws on the books would be enforced and those breaking them would be severely
punished.  Since that time he had been playing a game of cat and mouse with
Roose.  He knew the man was still doing the old traditions but he could never
prove it.  Victims would not provide testimony.  Of course there were almost
never any victims left to interview.  He never could understand the grip that
Roose had on his people.
On top of all that was Roose’s disgusting habit of leeching himself.  The man
was as a pale as fucking ghost and only spoke in a whisper.  The man bled
himself continuously.  Misquotes would starve if they had to live off that man.
He had longed to have evidence to move against the vile man.  Now he had been
provided a godsend.  Roose was going to hand himself into Eddard’s hand.  The
vile man was slowly making his own noose knot by knot.  After the Queen and
Missandei had informed him of Bolton’s treachery the Queen had told him she had
an idea of how to handle the traitors.
Eddard turned to her.  Arya was nearly vibrating at his side.  She especially
hated Ramsey Bolton the bastard son of Roose.  The boy was rumored to have
hunts that involved women.  He hunted them like foxes. When he ran them to
ground he would rape and kill them.  Again it was only rumors.  The young man
was evil and vile tempered.  He needed to be put down too. 
His daughter had looked at him with fire and hate in her eyes.  He knew that if
they met on the field of the battle his youngest daughter would gut the cur.
“What is your plan my Queen?”
“I propose that we let them form their own noose and put their necks in them. 
We will be camping near the wall at Castle Black I presume?”
Eddard had told her that was his plan.  The wall should provide a defense long
enough for forces to move to a different point of attack if the Ice King should
attack elsewhere. 
The main path through the wall was at Castle Black.  That was the weak point.
“I agree.”
“I propose to put them on the edge our encampment.  We will watch them for
treachery.  Their plan is to lie low until the battle starts.  I propose that
we inform them they are the strategic reserve.  Held back to be used where and
when we need.  There forces would be held to staunch any breach of our defenses
or to exploit any breach we make.”
“That should play into their plans.  They will think their gods are listening
to their prayers.  That we are playing into their hands.  That we are fools.  I
think we should have a third house held back that is loyal to us.  We don’t
want them to become suspicious at them alone being held back.  That should play
into their plans so they should readily accept that proposal.  It will put them
in perfect positon to attack us from the rear.”
“The camps closest to them will be held at the highest alert.  We will keep as
much heavy cavalry as possible near them.  We will have to the keep the numbers
lower than I like but we must maintain the subterfuge.  We will have long
lances and pikes hidden in the ranks to allow the soldiers to create
phalanxes.  I will position the bulk of my Unsullied that I have brought on
this march with the heavy cavalry.  Together this will hem in the traitors. 
Then as they are pinned my dragons will teach them the meaning of the word
‘Dracarys!’”
Eddard was most impressed.  He could not have come up with a better master
stroke.  His only thought was to have some longbow men leavened in with the
ranks.  He wanted to beef up the archery ranks to be able to overwhelm the
archery of the two traitor’s houses.  The arrows would both find marks and keep
the enemy pained down.  He asked if her dragons need fear arrows. 
Daenerys informed him that dragon’s eyelids were able to stop an arrow.  She
explained that dragons had many sights.  One seemed to be the very energy that
bodies put off.  When close they could use that to aim their dragon fire and
keep their eyes closed.  She told Eddard she had seen the equivalent while
sailing her fleet off Volantis during its siege.  She had seen a large shark
come up on a seal in the water from underneath.  As the shark moved it in its
eyes rolled back into its head for protection.  Her dragons had the same
attribute.
“What will you do with the traitors if they survive the battle?”
“I would want to flay the skin off Roose before his men.  But then I would be
committing the same atrocity he commits.  One crime does not justify another.”
He saw the Queen’s eyes go far away and a haunted look come over her face.
Arya had seen it too and instinctively move to be close to Daenerys back and
she rubbed it in small circles murmuring to Daenerys it was alright.
Eddard felt his heart warm.  Yes indeed they were in love.  Why had then not
consummated their love?  He did not worry.  Bran’s prophecy had been clear.  It
would happen.  Now that he thought about it, it made sense. 
Winterfell.
Eddard saw the Queen lean into Arya’s touch with a soft smile on her face and
she looked at Arya with unguarded eyes.  Arya did the same.
Then the Queen suddenly stiffened and looked at Eddard with a worried look. 
Her face became guarded and she thanked Arya for her compassion.
Eddard now understood that the Queen feared his reaction to her feelings and
desires for his daughter.  If they could not find their way to each other once
they got to Winterfell he would talk to the Queen.  Strange how such a powerful
and confident woman could be so timid in matters of the heart.  In a way though
it comforted Eddard. She would be so good to his little girl.
Daenerys was a strange contradictions in some ways.  She was so passionate.  It
had led her to utterly crush her enemies.  She had crucified over five hundred
people for what she saw on the road to Meereen.  Her rising up from the sewers
of that City to throw it down was legend.  Daenerys seemed to feel no fear and
battle and always led from the front.  This was something that had immediately
called to the Warden of the North.  He admired a Queen or King who led by
example.
Her defeat of Volantis and its vaunted defenses was so audacious it made
Eddard’s head spin.  The chances she took staggered him.  He now saw that those
victories still haunted her.  His victories did too.  He still woke up at night
hearing the screams of the dying.  He had seen to many men’s lives end on his
sword.
Eddard resumed with telling the Queen what he would do with Roose Bolton.  “If
he or Ramsey are left alive I will chop their heads off with Ice the
traditional sword of House Stark.  It is a Valyrian blade my Queen.
“I know.  I made a point of getting an inventory of all the known blades of
Valyrian descent in Westeros.  My Maester has been able to provide a list.  In
Essos I have Illyrio Mopatis doing that for me.”
“May I ask why?”
Daenerys chuckled.  “You know I can’t really say.  I guess it is just me being
curious.  So much of my culture disappeared with the death of my homeland.”
They had talked a little more of defense and the dealing of traitors.
“There is one more thing I need to bring to your attention my Queen.  You will
be told it is another myth and even I cannot be sure of its authenticity.  But
I believe it is real.”
“What is it?”
“The Ice King has found the true horn of Winter.  It is only briefly mentioned
in the oldest texts from the Age of Heroes but it was rumored to have been
created by a great sorcerer from across the seas.”
“What does it do” the Queen asked curiously.  “Does it invoke Winter at the
blowers command?”
“I wish that was its power my Queen.  If blown at the Wall it will bring the
wall down.”
“How do you know this?”
“Jon’s witch wives have seen it on the Ice King’s throne or around his body. 
He put powerful rune magic on it to ward it.  He definitely believes in its
authenticity.”
“Strange they did not mention this while they were with us.”
“I think they had their focus elsewhere my Queen.  They were focused on showing
the truth to the Houses of Westeros in the South.   That and the injures they
suffered I think clouded that truth being reveled.
The night that Eddard had arrived to meet the Queen the wives had come to
Eddard in the middle of the night.  The camp was quiet as they came silently
walking their horses to Eddard’s sleeping furs.  He liked looking up at the
stars.  Eddard being a soldier was a light sleeper.  He saw the witches and
Daenerys with them.  She looked sleepy but was alert with her sword on her
back. 
“We have come to bid the Queen and Jon’s father goodbye.”
Daenerys had asked them why they were leaving so soon.  Had they fully
recovered?
The witches had informed them they had fully recovered.  They longed to be back
with their husband.  They did not feel complete without him.
Eddard had thought how fortunate his son was to have such loving wives.
They gave their salutations.  The Queen had thanked them profusely for uniting
her people.  She would forever be in there debt.  The witches had told the
Queen that John was one of her subjects and they therefore were her subjects
too.  They had been able to perform her a service and had been honored to do
so.
They mounted their horses.  Ygritte looked down at Eddard.
“When this war is over Jon will be handing in his commission.  He will leave
the Night’s Watch and we will leave the wall.”
“Where you go?  Back to your homeland of Asshai.  If so, I will miss Jon and I
will miss his wives.”
“Oh hell no, we aren’t going back to that dark and dreary land.  It sucks let
me tell you.”
“We want to take our abode in the Sandhills.  We want your blessing to live in
his ‘nature preserve’ you have established.  We can help protect and nurture
the wildlife living in it.  We can accelerate the return to health species
hunted to near extinction.  This way we can continue to serve in our own way.”
“Do we have your blessing in this Eddard Stark, father of Jon Snow?”
Eddard only had to think for a second.  Once he would have been angered that
his son was forsaken his vows.  That was before his attempted assassination at
the hands of the very Crows he was pledge to led and serve.  This last year had
forced Eddard to open his mind to new thinking.  For centuries the Crows had
only been populated with criminals and the destitute.  With only a few nobles
sprinkled in.  There had to be a better way.  He would talk to Oberyn.
“You have my blessing.  Will you mind visits by the in-laws.”
Ygritte laughed.  Melisandre sighed “It will be tolerated” but she had a soft
smile on her face.
“Oh hell Eddard, I think we will be paying you some visits.”
With that they had ridden off into the rising morning fog.
“My Queen, with the Horn of Winter the Ice King will be able to bring the Wall
down.  A barrier that has existed for eight thousand years will be no more.”
“Are you sure it will ‘bring’ the wall down?”
Eddard paused.  Now that he thought about he was not exactly sure how the wall
would be destroyed.  There was no scroll to reference that specially spoke on
how the Horn of Winter would attack the Wall.  Everyone just knew, or maybe the
proper word to use was the word ‘assume’, that the Horn being blown would tear
the Wall asunder.
“It has always been lore that the Wall would be torn down.”
Daenerys replied “I heard such a story in Essos.  There was once a City called
Heriocho.  Their enemies marched around the City seven times and then sounded a
horn and the walls came down.  More probably a fortuitous earthquake.  Have you
ever laid siege warfare Eddard?”
“No I have not Daenerys (raised eyebrow) ummm Dany.  My battles have always
been fought on the fields of battle.  Sieges are quite prolonged and messy. 
The causalities can be high if you do not starve your foes out.”
“I agree.  I avoided siege warfare until I came to Volantis.  Volantis has
seamless walls of fused black dragonstone, harder than steel or diamond.  It
was a symbol of my people’s power and might.  The walls are two hundred feet
tall and wide enough for dragons to land and traverse on and actually lie and
sleep on.  The walls meant to stand in mute testimony to Volantis’s origins as
the first Valyrian Freehold and military outpost off the Valyria peninsula.”
“I brought down a five hundred foot section of that wall.  Do you know what I
had in front of me?”
“No.”
“I had a big, high nearly eighty foot high and one hundred foot wide pile of
rubble that would take much effort to traverse.  Your ice Wall is as hard with
the magic in it like the walls of Volantis and over three times as high.  Do
you see where I am going Eddard?”
“Yes I do Daen—Dany but but … well I don’t know.  The thought of the Wall
coming down is very disconcerting.  How can you be so cavalier about that
possibility?”
Daenerys eyes twinkled.  “I was not raised to be married to that Wall at the
hip.  I do not want to see it come down.  It is a very effective barrier to
keep the Land of Always Cold separate from the rest of Westeros.  Also, with
this senseless war with the Wildlings it has been an effective barrier against
them.”
“When the war is over I will be allowing the Wildlings to freely enter
Westeros.  I know they don’t bend the knee but I can work with that.  The
wildlings of the North have many things going for them.  They deserve to
experience what they wish of the land below the Wall.  I suspect they will more
than likely visit and go back to their native lands.”  Daenerys snorted.  “For
the Wildlings the land below the Wall will be their summer vacation.”
The Queen stopped.  She saw Eddard smirk smiling at him.  “You seem to be
taking this very well Eddard.  I just said that this eight thousand war with
the Wildlings was to be ended.”
Eddard could not help but chuckle.  Seeing the Queen puffing her chest out on
the issue was humorous.
“What is so funny?  I am not used to be chuckled at when I make Earth shaking
pronouncements Eddard Stark.”  Eddard watched her pinch her nose.  “Okay.  Out
with it.”
“My son has already allowed the Wildings through the wall and given them the
Gift.  I have given him permission to allow them to settle the New Gift as well
if they pledge to serve our military needs in time of war.  They will form
councils that meet with my Lords to discuss edicts.  I am finding that they are
most willing to follow well thought out and softly given edicts.  They are
having to get used to the concept of taxation. 
“Once they were informed that this ‘taxation’ we would be health clinics,
communal compounds and provide vets for their animals they suddenly saw the
usefulness of this “taxation.”
Once the threat is removed many if not most want will most probably want to
move back to their ancestral lands.  Some of the youngest Lord’s sons want to
live in the far north and are willing to follow the Wildling way.  I am getting
used to their “right of the hunt”.  It seems when they have bedded a lass they
will ‘hunt’ them and take them as their mate.  I have heard that their women
are quite adept at it too.  This is taking some getting used to.  It is strange
to see a Lord’s daughter over some spearwife’s shoulder.”
“What happened in these events?”
“When the daughter breaks down sobbing she wants to be a “trophy” and the Lord
is given large dowries of furs, beautifully carved wood, jade, onyx and silver
most are quite happy.”
“You are okay with this Eddard?”
“I am trying to be progressive my Queen.  You have opened many possibilities to
Westeros.  I am not shackled to the past.”
He had almost asked the Queen about her thoughts on the right of the sexes to
marry whom they wished but decided that the time was not now.  He did not want
to upset in anyway the bond between Arya and Daenerys.   He could sense they
were close to consummating their love.  He was sure it would happen in
Winterfell.  It just felt so right.  His wife would have her triple wedding.
Plus, he was almost ashamed to admit he really did want to win the bet he had
placed.
“I must ask why you are not worried about the Ice King bringing the wall down
Dany?  It would seem to be such a strategic advantage.”
“Over time yes.  But we and He are obviously gearing ourselves to have a
decisive battle.  This battle will be sharp and quick.  The wall coming down
will create a huge pile of jumbled ice rocks that will be hundreds of feet tall
and several hundred feet thick I deem.  Their dead would find the very hard to
navigate.  We will be able to pick off many with from range.  Their awkward
balance to begin with would make them easy targets.”
“We know they have some aerial ally but I have three dragons.  I have a plan on
how to deploy them.  I will test this soon.  From what I experienced when Jon’s
wives were attacked it was only one entity.  I am used to how my dragons fly
and attack.  The attacks on the Blood Phoenix was by one creature.  I am sure
of it.  It flew by and had to bank to attack again.  It is large with the time
between attacks.  I will kill this ‘thing’ and then my dragons will burn our
foes as they cross the jumbled mess they created.” 
“We will not be able to attack in mass but neither will they.  We will have to
abandon the Wall.”
“WHAT?!”
Now it was Daenerys turn to smirk and chuckle.  “Don’t be married to that three
hundred mile long wall of Ice Eddard.  The greatest benefit the Ice King would
have in bringing the wall down suddenly would be in killing the men and women
manning it.  It would decimate the Crows and Wildlings.  The loss of life and
crushing of moral would be devastating to us.”
Eddard was stunned with how easily his Queen adjusted to new information and
was willing to devise new tactics.  Her conquests of so many diverse enemies
and civilizations in Essos had given her this gift of forming the tactics
necessary to fight her foes and not let preconceived notions stop her.
Eddard shook his head.  Now that she had given him her reasoning it seemed so
logical that he could not now hardly remember his objections. 
He had one more worry.  He told the Queen about how Jon’s wives had used dead
animals to spy on the Ice King in his camp in the far North.  With him on the
move they would not be able to safely find more hosts so spy on them from up
close.  With the attacks on the witches and their Blood Phoenix it was now
clear that the Ice King had a vile creature that could take to the air.
How would reconnoiter they enemy.
“I have been considering that very question myself Eddard.  I feel that I have
a way to safely use my dragons against our enemy to spy on him.  He will know
it of course but I like that idea.” 
She then explained to Eddard her reasoning.  Again Eddard was impressed with
how she had reasoned the problem out from all angels and come up with a
solution.  The Queen needed to write down her military theories and her battle
tactics she used and make sure they were inscrolled at the Wall, the Citadel
and Battleborne Academy. 
Her writings would be required reading for centuries to come.
As they rode further into the North Eddard considered this woman who was Queen
of all of Westeros.  She had organized her forces and provided logistical
support like he had never seen or read of in all the annals of Westeros.  He
was sure there was no such annals in Essos. 
How had this barely twenty year old woman become such a military genius?  She
was a great general but also a great warrior.  She had been long in her tent
this morning before they set out.  When she had come out her hair was simply
full of bells.  She had well over a hundred bells in her hair.  Her hair was
ablaze with silver and the tinkling chimes with her movements made her appear
like an elf from legends.
She was tiny enough to be a tall First People.  All she needed were the pointed
ears and arched eyebrows. 
Eddard had complimented her on her many bells.  She had told Eddard that his
daughter had finally convinced her to wear some of the bells she had won in
combat.  She had halved the number she wore since she had felt her use of
dragons should make her not show the full amount of bells.  Plus, Arya had
convinced her that she should not treat a battle as the only victory.  But each
kill and tactical victory in a larger battle was worthy of a silver bell. 
Daenerys had also acquired rare copper, brass and gold bells that some Dothraki
wore.  She preferred the silver for it enhanced the color of her platinum
tresses.  She did not have them in her hair now because of it.
Arya was simply staring at Daenerys with open lust.  The silver of the bells
and white of the Targaryen’s hair was quite beautiful Eddard had to concur.  He
knew who Dany’s hair would be on come her wedding day.
The Queen informed Eddard that she had picked up on the hording Dragon Glass. 
She had massive stores heading North to the Wall.  She fretted that she wanted
more.  He did too.  When you are letting arrows loose in formation so many
missed.  But still when she told him of the many thousands of obsidian tipped
weapons she had had made and he added those to his counts Eddard felt much more
assured.
They now had the weapons to fight the Ice King.  Jon fretted with the knowledge
of what might have been accomplished if the Night’s Watch had these weapons
five years ago.  Eddard could not change the past.  They had not had the
weapons.  The past could not be undone.  He had done the best he could do with
the options he had had at the time.  Eddard knew he could not have done any
better.
Eddard looked behind him.  They were on a walk break to rest the horses.  He
saw Oberyn waving his spear butt in a circle in front of Nymeria’s face.  The
wolf’s head moving around in a circle following the spear.  Her tongue lulling
out and drooling heavily.  Eddard could see chew marks on the fire hardened
iron wood.  Eddard was impressed.  Oberyn really loved his spears.  For him to
be playing with Arya’s direwolf spoke volumes.  The wolf’s tail was a blur of
agitated desires. 
Oberyn stopped moving his spear and the wolf bounded forward.  Oberyn jerked it
back and spun it over his head and now the spear was on the other side of his
horse.  The wolf howled and snapped wildly at Oberyn.  The man just laughed at
Nymeria which made the wolf go wild jumping and flipping in frustration.  Arya
was laughing and egging Nymeria on to get the spear which made her wolf howl
and snap even more.
Nymeria kept chasing the spear and with a feint grabbed ahold of the spear and
ripped it from Oberyn.  He roared in anger at the wolf and then howled at Arya
for urging the “confounding wolf on”.  Arya grinned at him and spurred her
horse forward to her wolf.  “Let’s go Nymeria!”  She stuck her hand down and
the Direwolf let her master take the spear and they both took off at a fast
gallop with a furious Oberyn giving chase screaming curses and threats.
Eddard heard his daughter’s laughter fading down the road.
Eddard had something on his mind and decided now was the time to bring it up
with the Queen while Arya was riding down the road with her direwolf beside
her.  Oberyn giving chase howling curses as if he was the Direwolf.
Eddard took a deep breath.  He trusted in Bran’s prophecy totally but seeing
the Queen up close had created the smallest worm of doubt to enter his
thoughts.  She had the right to know.  He was unsettled with the Queen and Arya
not yet being lovers.  Was he letting his desires cloud his senses and
judgement?
He made a coughing sound to get the Queen’s attention.  He took a deep breath. 
“Daenerys Targaryen—“
“Dany.”
“I think I should address by your full name for this Daenerys Targaryen.  I
need to talk to you about your throne and the matter of succession and
ascension to the throne.”
Eddard say Daenerys eyes flare with doubt.  He could see that he had better get
straight to the point.
“I need to tell you the true lineage of my bastard Jon Snow.”
He saw Daenerys face show confusion.  She spoke with hesitancy “you are going
to tell me who you fathered your child with?” he heard the tone of Daenerys
voice.  Why are you telling me this?
“Jon Snow is not my son my Queen.”
Daenerys Targaryen stared at him.  He could see her mental gears working as she
tried to decipher where he was taking this conversation.
“I told everyone that he was my son because he obviously had the look of House
Stark.  My wife has always accused me that Jon looks more like me than our own
sons.  I have suffered greatly to perpetuate this lie.”
“Then why do it?”
“Jon Snow is the son of House Stark … (he saw the Queen looking at him with
rising agitation) his mother was my sweet sister Lyanna.”
A long silence.  “You slept with your own sister?”
“Jon’s father was Rhaegar Targaryen your brother.  I claimed Jon as mine to
spare him the wrath of Robert Baratheon.  Robert never could see clearly when
it came to your family.  If Robert had known the truth of Jon’s lineage he
would have come to kill him.  I would have protected Lyanna’s child with my
life and I would have plunged Westeros into another war.  I refused to do that.
 So I perpetuated the lie that Jon was my son.  Jon is your nephew.”
“Oh my Gods” Daenerys mouth worked and closed.  She looked around and then her
vision snapped down the road looking for Arya.
“My Queen as you walked through fire to be reborn with your dragons my son too
walked through fire.  He tells me he made his decision thinking of you.”
“I had nothing to do with that Eddard.”
“When Jon came out of the flames he had been reborn.  He is still my sweet son
but he is also Azor Ahai reborn.  He now has silver white hair and lilac eyes. 
I thought you should know.  I know of the traditions of your family.”
The Queen looked at him for a long time.  She looked down the road and in the
distance she saw Oberyn and Arya slowly riding their horses back to the group
as Arya held the spear away from Oberyn. They could not hear him but they both
knew he was cursing her and her wolf.
Eddard saw the soft smile on her face.  His heart beat slower.  He had his
answer.
“Eddard.  This is between you and me.  I don’t want Arya to know of this until
I tell her.  I know she will be fearful if she knows this with my family’s
traditions.”
“Should she be?”
Daenerys laughed.  “Eddard since I was thirteen I have been prophesied to
endlessly.  Prophecy this prophecy that.  My brother was obsessed with the old
ways.  It got him a crown of molten gold.”  She shook her head.  “Don’t take
this the wrong way but I have no desire to marry your son.  I play for another
team.”
Eddard knew the queen thought he did not know what she implied.  He hid his
smile.  He had a bet to win.
“Remember to let me tell her Eddard.  I know the history of my family better
than anyone else.  It is family history after all.  I just wish people would
stop trying to put me in one hole or another.  I choose my destiny.  Not man or
the gods will direct my path.  I choose for myself my path.
They turned their attention back to their companions.  None were within earshot
of their soft conversation.
Stannis and Renly were arguing about nothing.  Willis was chiming in at random
moments.
Yes.  Eddard’s Game of Thrones had worked.  He had brought a united South to
the North.
“My
Queen?”                                                                                       
“Yes My Warden?”
“Touche.  Dany.  I am curious.  How did my Game of Thrones go down with you?  I
did everything I could to drive you crazy and yet give just enough reasons to
not attack.  You seem very calm.”
Dany laughed.  “You made a very wise decision sending your daughter to me. 
Having royal hostages in both camps calmed the waters all around.  Of course
your daughter did on our first meeting fire two arrows at my head as I sat on
the Iron throne.  The arrows I will have you know landed not an inch from
ears.  When I looked right and left I saw them quivering in the Iron Throne.”
Eddard mouth fell open.  “Then she beat the living shit out of me.  She
actually stomped on my cunt—that really, really hurt.  Of course I gave back as
good as I got.  I hear it has become called “Love at First Fist”.  Daenerys
trailed off looking at his daughter with that love hotly flowing out her lilac
eyes.  Arya laughing at Nymeria did not see it.
Eddard did.
Yes indeed.  His plans had been totally successful.
 
Ice King
He looked up into the cerulean sky.  They had first appeared four days ago. 
They flew high up in the air.  They flew so high that they could soar over the
tops of the Ice Fang Mountains if they had so chosen.  He stared up with icy
hate.  His true son on his back was filled with hate but great fear.
When the dragons had first lazily flew up from the South it had been his son
who first saw them with his magically enhanced senses.  The Croyel had felt
them cross over the wall.  The wall itself attenuated his true son’s senses. 
When the dragons had breached that border the Croyel’s limbs had trashed in
remembered terrors.  The sharp claws of his toes and fingers digging and
ripping his father, the Ice King, icy flesh.  The magical bond they had
instantly started to heal the wounds but they were painful to endure.
He normally felt anger at his true son for such cowardice.  Not with dragons. 
He too had felt their magical fire that had burned with the force of the sun. 
He and the Croyel had nearly died underneath the mighty black dragon’s savage
attack.  The Ice King’s body shivered as he repressed fear with hate.
Ice Fang was flying low over the forest hunting and he had sent his favorite
pet away sending it away to the east.  He told him to fly to the Antler River
and hide in the valley along the ox box turns.  He did not want to risk his pet
with the three dragons flying as one.
Finally, his son pointed to the Southern horizon.  His son let him slip into
his skin and his senses.  Then the Ice King saw them flying in.  They were
dizzyingly high in the sky.  He doubted that his pet could reach such heights
himself.  His frigid nature was not inured to the cold of such heights.  His
body would shatter.  Not these dragons.  Their internal heat was like a raging
forest fire even from this great distance.
Their magical fires enhanced their heat.  He had found that out to his great
determent.  When he had first felt the magical flames of these beast of Valyria
he had screamed in agony.  His shields would have been blasted to shards if not
for his true son strengthening his spells.  Even then it had been a close
thing.  They had barely survived by fleeing in a desperate teleportation spell
that Roger Covenant had helped a brother of his Croyel learn.  Once a Croyel
knew a new knowledge it was instantly shared with all his brethren through
their shared racial memory. 
He watched the dragons flying up the Fist of the First Men.  He did not attempt
to hide this time.  He knew it was useless.  In some way, that he nor his
Croyel son could understand, the dragons were able to discern their true
position despite any spells caste.  The Ice King had learned that they could
not hide from these dragons.  The Ice King smiled.  He would turn a weakness
into a strength.  The fact that he could not hide would be his advantage now.
He stood out in the open as the dragons approached.  They saw him.  He felt
their hate and they felt his.  He knew that though they flew as high as the
heavens that the dragons saw him as if he was a short ways away from them.  He
unsheathed Ice Death and flashed it in the early morning sun.  He did not like
the light of the hot sun but it no longer weakened him like it had before his
true son came to him.
Back and forth he ripped his sword above his head in defiance.  His son bit
harder into his neck and drank freely drawing strength and a least a little
measure of bravery from his father.  The Ice King used a voice he did not need
with his kin and shouted threats up to the sky.  His voice a shrill scream of
anger and fury.
The dragons flew up to the Fist of the First Men in a lazy crisscrossing
pattern.  He could see that the dreaded Queen had heard of the fate of the
Blood Phoenix his pet had nearly dispatched.  It had been a shame for the
creature to escape.  He had felt two presences inside the loathsome beast.  He
felt the same pulse of magic that had filled the breast of Azor Ahai in that
ancient past age.
The knowledge had led the Ice King to devise the perfect plan.  He knew that
the forces of the hot bloods would need to know of his movements.  He had
merely waited for the means to appear.  He could feel the forces rising against
him to the South.  He felt them in the marrow of his frozen bones.  He waited. 
He knew that the eyes of the hot bloods saw best in daylight.
He had his pet flying high.  When the blood magic of the Blood Phoenix came
racing North he felt the Shadowbender magic that had made Azor so mighty.  He
sent his pet even higher.
He had looked up at the Blood Phoenix with all his hate.  He caught the vile
beast’s full attention.  He had felt such elation when Ice Fang had dived down
from above and attacked again and again as the beast faltered but somehow kept
aloft.  He could sense that only one pass more or maybe two would kill it and
the witches inside it.  Somehow they had escaped.
It did not matter.  The trap had been sprung.  Their deaths and the death of
the Blood Phoenix would have only made it all the sweeter.
Now he let the trap close tighter.  He smiled up at the dragons.  The dragons
were drawing the noose tighter around their necks and that of their silver
haired queen and did not even know it.  He flashed his sword and roared his
defiance.
He saw that the largest dragon was flying a thousand feet below the white and
green dragons.  The two smaller dragons were constantly flying in tight figure
eights a thousand feet above the black dreed.  Their flight pattern allowing
them to watch over the black dragon below them and each other.  Their necks
craning to look around and below themselves.
There would be no surprising them as the Blood Phoenix had been surprised.  He
felt the dragons’ anger.  They greatly desired to dive down and rend his body
and burn it to slag and melted glass.  He shook his sword.
He and his Croyel son had worked on their magical wards.  The spells were much
stronger now.  They were more attuned to the magical vibrancy of the Dragons’
fire.  Their magical shields would not hold for long but they would endure long
enough.  He had his Giant sons by his side with their long thick ice spears. 
His many other sons of human origin had their swords drawn and they too flashed
them up at the dragons.
For the dragons to attack him and his true son they would have to come down and
attack directly.  His shields would now protect him from passing attacks.  He
knew the dragons were too intelligent to attack alone without their mother to
guide them but it was worth the effort.  If they came down to attack him they
would die.  He would lose precious sons and undead minions but the hated beasts
would die.
They did not come down to play and die.  He would wait.  Time was now on his
side.  His trap had been set in motion.  Nothing could prevent it springing
shut.
Now he used his enemy’s senses and their power against them.  He would no
longer hide from them.  It did no good.  He had found a way to take a weakness
and make it a strength.
The Ice King had waited for the dragons to visit him.  He knew in time they
would appear high in the sky.  The hated Dragon Queen would need to know of him
and his position.  He merely had to wait.  Once the visits started they did not
cease.  They may pause but they would not stop the Ice King knew.  They visited
mostly during the daylight hours but also at night.  He could not see them but
he felt their presence high above using their far sight.  They never wavered in
their staying high in the air.  He had to admire the Queen’s iron resolve.  She
would not be tempted in bringing her dragons lower.  She was not one to make
rash decisions or act without thinking.
The Ice King hated her for being so wise.  Her wisdom would only make her death
all the sweater.  The list of denizens that needed to die by his hand was
growing ever longer.  It did not matter that his enemies seemed to be
multiplying.  He would kill them all.
He looked out over his great host spread out in the river plains of the
Milkwater River.  Much of his force was still hidden in the great Haunted
Forest shambling forward to their eventual destination.  He would not be rushed
into attacking before he was ready.
He had been greatly angered when the hated Crow commander had killed a raiding
and scouting party he had sent out before the wall.  He too needed to
reconnoiter his enemy.  The Ice King had not been shocked that the crows seemed
to have learned of Dragon Glass.  It was the one thing beside fire that he
feared.  Still the Ice King was sure that they had exhausted much of their
stores of dragon glass in this fight. 
The loss of so many sons had enraged him but the Ice King knew that sacrifice
was necessary.  He still remembered that from when he was still human.  When
his blood still ran hot instead of icy cold.
He had actively scoured the lands under his demise seeking out and destroying
what dragon glass that still existed from the previous wars against man and
what the first people had left.  There could only be so much left.  He was sure
that this Jon Snow the reborn avatar of Azor Ahai had hoped to defeat his party
and teach him fear and hesitation.
But the Ice King knew the truth.  Jon Snow would have exhausted his limited
supply of Dragon Glass.  He may have achieved a victory but it would cost him
dearly in the end.  He would make Jon Snow’s death most heinous.  He would love
it.  The screams of Jon Snow as he was killed and then turning into a soulless
dead
In times past he may have hesitated but he had grown strong with his true son.
The Croyel gurgled feeding on his icy blue blood.  He still had to wait for his
expedition to get in place.  He had to wait for the forces of the hot blood to
form before the wall.  He hoped they would pour their men onto the wall to
reinforce it.  When he blew the Horn of Winter it would bring the wall down. 
He smiled to himself seeing in his mind’s eye the falling of the wall and the
death of most of the Crow’s and Wildlings manning the wall.  Their shocked
looks and screams of terror would be so sweet to witness.
His son began to cry out again.  This fear angered the Ice King.  He lashed his
son with mental flails of anger and wrath.  He withdrew his blood from his
throat and the Croyel screamed in hunger and fear.  The Croyel subsumed his
bleating and again quieted down.  The Ice King would use this weapon.  He was
the mightiest force on the Earth.  Even if he was weakened he would still be
mightier than any other force left to oppose him.
He could live with that bargain.  He would bring down the Wall.  The Croyel had
prepared spells to give them the advantage for when the wall came down.  Yes
his time was coming.  He would kill all his enemies.  He would raise them up
again and let them led his next assaults on Westeros and if still mobile he
would use them in the first attacks on Essos until their bodies were no more.
The Ice King smiled at that thought.
The dragons flew overhead for half an hour before they banked and flew back to
the South still flying in patterns of self-defense.
The Ice King considered his human “allies”.  The fools would die knowing that
their betrayal of their brothers had not saved them from the same death.
They had been initially spooked when their emissary party form House Bolton to
House Frey had come across a strange small woman.   She was more a child than a
woman from what he could gather from the garbled messages.  They thought she
had been after the satchel that was being carried back to House Frey by Merrett
Frey from Roose Bolton.
It seemed that the men wanted some sport with the woman.  How typical of hot
bloods the Ice King sneered to himself.  They had planned on raping the woman. 
Their plans of rape had evidently been turned by the small woman.  She had
decimated the Bolton party before their numbers seemed to have driven her off. 
The Ice King had paused at this news.  The Boltons and Freys had gone to ground
but no retribution was forthcoming.  The satchel had made it through and their
secret was safe.
Still, it did bother the Ice King that such an incident had occurred.  The
woman with her bare hands had crushed and killed with ease from the reports
that Roose had been able to glean from the surviving Boltons and Freys.  The
survivors had been gathered along with patrons who had been present for
extensive interviews.  What Roose and the Ice King could not fathom was why
this woman attacked so savagely and then seemed to just disappear without doing
anything but kill men aligned to Roose and House Frey. 
Had she just wanted to kill men for the act of attempted rape?  That was all
they could conclude.  The satchel had been left untouched by the woman.   This
woman was a wildcard.  She seemed to have satisfied her need for savagery and
disappeared.  Hopefully, she would remain so.
The Ice King sensed this woman had great magic in her.  Strange how the fates
worked.  How paths crossed.  The Ice King was frozen magic given life.  He
sensed other magical beings in the world.  In time he would hunt them down and
kill them.  Only he would be allowed to reign on this Earth.  He would not
brook any possible challengers. 
He had asked his true son if this magical woman was known to him.  He described
to the Croyel the small stature of the woman and the strange green eyes and her
pointed ears and eyebrows.  How her hair was green.  Her great power.
The Croyel found the color green interesting.  He knew of She Who Must Not Be
Named but she was a true goddess.  She had been an amorphous green entity.  She
had no form and was pure insanity and wrath.  The Croyel told him that she had
escaped the Earth when Linden Avery had awakened the Worm at the Worlds End.
 When it had devoured the world She Who Must Not Be Named had made good her
escape.  The Croyel told the Ice King the woman goddess had with one blow
incapacitated Lord Foul.
It had taken the Croyel a long time to fully explain this A-jeroth who also
called himself Lord Foul to the Ice King.  It had angered the Ice King no end
that despite his threats to his true son the Croyel insisted his might and
power paled against that of Lord Foul.  When the Ice King half entertained that
this Lord Foul might be near his equal he insisted on knowing where this entity
abided. 
He had been informed that Thomas Covenant had taken the despiser into himself
and thus garroted and controlled him.  Lord Foul in effect was no more.  He was
controlled and placated.  His self-loathing and hate of the Earth was tamped
down.
As powerful as this Lord Foul had been, She Who Must Not Be Named was many
times greater.  She had been all green.  She had long vanished from the Earth. 
She had been imprisoned in the Earth since near its birth and wanted no more to
do with it.
The Ice King considered.  His Croyel son allayed his fears.  This strange woman
was gone from the Earth.  He would not have to contend with her.  Even if he
had to face her he would kill her in the end.  None could stand before him he
knew.  All his plans were coming together.  He had tasted defeat.  Soon his
enemies would know the bitter dregs of defeat.  They would know it and then
die.
The battle was looming between Ice and Fire.  The battle was near on the
horizon.  The forces of light and dark would do battle and the forces of night
would prevail.  He could not fully discern his enemies but he felt their power
coming North.  He knew that the magically inclined among them felt his
presence.
They were antithetical to each other.  They called him evil but he was not.  He
was the natural order of true night.  He most seek out this “good” as they must
seek him out that they in their ignorance called “evil”.  They must clash and
do combat. 
The current generation of men would fail as their fathers had failed before him
so long ago.  The Ice King smiled.  His enemies needed to defeat the forces of
“evil” again and again.  He merely needed to succeed but once to achieve his
aims and goals.
He felt it in the morrow of his frozen bones.  This clash would be victory for
him.  This time it would be his forces that would be victorious.  The forces of
night would have the victory they had so long sought.
The Shadowbenders claimed that light overcame darkness.  They were wrong.  They
could only hold it back.  The time of ‘holding back’ was coming to an end.
A great “evil” from the Southern hemisphere had come to the North to align with
him.  Together they would first conquer the Ice King’s ancient homeland of
Westeros.  The magic in this land was near gone.  Only the magic of Asshai and
the hated god of light R’hllor was left to oppose him.  Magic from the Far
East.  He had been weakened by the mages of Westeros before and then Azor had
come upon him and his weakened body and slew him. 
Those mages were dead and gone.  The bleating hot bloods had forgotten their
own weapons!  A couple of witches from that cursed land and a human turned into
a surrogate of Azor Ahai would not be enough.
This dragon Queen was mighty with her strange glowing sword and the sword of
her accomplice was also mighty but the traitors in league with the Ice King had
answered his inquiries into these weapons.  That they were few in number.  The
kingdom that had produced them had exploded into myth five hundred years ago. 
Their magic ripped asunder with the destruction of their homeland of Valyria. 
No more weapons would ever be made.  His traitors had been given specific
instructions to seek and out kill all holders of such weapons.  They were to
hold onto them until he could arrive to take them.  Of course they did not know
that he planned to kill them with selfsame weapons.  There would be a certain
justice killing the traitors with their own weapons.  He smiled at the “poetic
justice” of it all as the humans called it.
Yes.  All the forces were coming together in his favor.  This time Ice and
Darkness would overcome Sun and Light.
He had the “wildcard”.  He reached back and petted his true son.  His son cooed
and wiggled his deformed small body into the back of his father.  His teeth
sinking deeper into his father both feeding and giving sustenance back to his
father.
The Croyel knew that with his father he would in time take him across the
Soulbiter and Soulcrusher to the Land.  He had survived the journey when he was
weak.  He would be so much more powerful with his father.  True the storms
would rise in anger against their magic.  They were tuned to such magic and
sought to prevent beings such as he free passage.  He and his father would
prevail. 
The denizens of the land had much to speak for.  Only beings from the Land of
Croyel’s birth had ever succeeded in killing what should never know death.  He
would avenge all his lost brothers.  The Croyel drank deep from his father. 
They both worshiped and sought the same thing.
Soon night would cover the world.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys was sitting on the cushions in her little tent that was erected each
night for her on their “forced” march up to Winterfell.  She had decided to
move to a tent with her beloved and healed trusted confident.  She wanted to be
near her sweet Arya and have her trusted scribe nearby.  Having the Direwolf
and caracal in the tent added foot warming warmth.  Now that Missandei had
developed her ‘horse’ legs she was back to her normal cheerful self and wanted
to be near her Queen.  She and Arya were not lovers yet so she was not
sacrificing anything.  Damnit! 
Daenerys had visions of her days back when she was Khaleesi of Khal Drogo’s
Khalasar.  She remembered fondly the harem she had formed.  For a little while
her thirteen and fourteen year self had thought she had the best of all worlds.
She had conquered and subsumed Drogo to her will and his Khalasar was following
her will.  She did not mind fucking him as long as he allowed her to mount her
fillies at will.  He had found it amusing how his wife was so enthusiastic in
her bedding her handmaidens.  That was a pleasant memory of her former “light
of my life.”  It had cost Daenerys nothing to give the Khal the platitudes he
craved.  It kept him under her sway and control.  Daenerys had considered it a
small price to pay in fucking Drogo and giving him sweet platitudes.  It
allowed her to have her harem. 
He would call her his ‘star and moon’.  She had said the words back.  He was
convinced she felt the same.  Maybe in a way she did.  He was, for a Dothraki,
remarkably progressive.  Now, Daenerys saw that in the end he was still limited
in his thinking and world view.  He did not have the ability to think outside
the box.  He was brawn and cunning but lacked the sheer intellect to break his
cultural norms.
Daenerys realized now with more life experiences few were.  Men rarely thought
beyond their limits thinking brute force and traditions gave them their rights
to lead nations and the hearth.  Women were conditioned to be meek and raised
to be subservient by family and tradition.
Daenerys Targaryen had broken those chains.  She would lead her own life as she
choose.  She had met on one like herself on her conquests.  The closest she had
met were Tyrion Lannister, Olenna Tyrell and Eddard Stark.  Each of them were
still bound to old ways and could see only partially new paths but they were
the most observant of their environment and willing to change to meet the new
world that was forming.  They were willing to forge destinies that few others
would grasp for.
Daenerys grimaced.  Eddard Stark had definitely forced a reality on her she
would not have chosen.  It had in the end been for the realm that he had played
his Game of Thrones. What she admired about the man was that he would never
have played this Game of Thrones if not for the need to confront the Ice King. 
The Game of Thrones was the antithesis of Eddard Stark and yet he had played it
when he needed to unite the realm to his just cause.
In fact Eddard had played his Game of Thrones so well it had been Daenerys on
the end of his marionette strings.  She grimaced at that memory.  Best to move
on and make sure that never happened again the Queen groused to herself.
He had thought outside his box.  He had been willing to move beyond his comfort
zone.  So many would not even conceive of the thought.  Daenerys smirked to
herself.  In many ways she lived outside the box.
She controlled herself around her two companions.  Missandei and Arya were
animated chattering as they wove the Dothraki bells into her hair.  She sat
there luxuriating in the feel of their fingers running through her long tresses
and the feel of their bodies pressed into hers.  She loved the feel of the
female body.
Missandei was a beautiful woman, but, it was Arya’s body that set her blood to
simmering with repressed lust and raging fuck hunger for her young nubile body.
Men were not ugly or abhorrent to Daenerys.  Khal Drogo had been a damn good
looking man.  Once he stopped treating her as a mare to fuck and produce a son
he had proven a good lover.  He had made her cum hard and scream to the
Khalasar in her gut wrenching pleasure.  Daario Naharis had been a good looking
man if banal.  He had been pleasing to look upon until he opened his mouth and
the male ego tripe had started to spew.  She had quickly lost interest in him. 
Daenerys had quickly lost interest in men totally. 
It was her fillies fucking her relentlessly night after night that the Khalasar
heard.  They made her scream as she nearly lost her mind with pleasure.  Her
mouth, fingers and strap-on had made her mares wail in delight.  The Khalasar
would gather around her as she fucked her harem to exhaustion with her long
thick strap-on cock.  She had started to plant the notion then she now realized
that it was she who would mount the world to the Dothraki.
It had angered her that society and politics kept fostering men on her.  She
had decided that she would not accept that fate again.  She was Queen of half
the known world for crying out loud.  She had thought of marring someone like
Loras or Renly for cover so they could all pursue their true romantic and
lascivious interests behind the proverbial throne curtains.
On her journey, Daenerys had come to a new conclusion though.  Fuck that! 
Maybe Tyrion was right.  She would not deny herself true love now that it had
appeared before her.  Delivered to her by Eddard Stark.  The man had sent his
daughter as her royal hostage as an act of good faith.  He could not have known
of her homosexual desires so it was pure serendipity.  He had sent her the
perfect mate.  Arya was pure contradiction in many ways but she was deep down
so good and decent that Daenerys could not help but fall in love with her.  The
sheer audacity to fire arrows at her on the Iron Throne and then to punch her
head nearly off her shoulders had made her fall in love with teenager on the
spot she now knew.
She had meet Eddard and he was so good himself that she had hope that he would
allow her to woo and win his daughter’s hand in marriage.  She was becoming
more and more sure that Arya played for her team.  Didn’t she?  But then maybe
she didn’t.  Arrrggghhhh!  She would be sure she saw Arya looking at her with
wanton desire out of the corner of her eye but when her head darted around to
look harder all she saw was friendly comradery of two women who had quickly
become besties.  It was fucking maddening.  Feeling hope and elation and then
having it dashed with leaden reality.
Like now.  She would have never guessed Missandei was as gay as they come. 
Daenerys was a little sheepish considering that she had never thought of her
precious interpreter as anything other than a valued friend.  To be truthful
she had thought of Missandei as almost asexual.  She had never shown any desire
that Dany could remember until her mystery lover had made her appearance. 
Daenerys was a little embarrassed to admit it to herself but she had found
Missandei to be almost mousy.  She had not caught her eye because she had never
looked at her as just a bed partner to fuck and forget.  She did not want a
harem anymore.  She simply had thought of Missandei as almost a blank board
when it came to things sexual.  No more.
Missandei had proven her young teenage self to be a woman of raging desires.
Her little girl had grown up.  She spoke openly now of masturbating hard and
repeatedly thinking of how she was going to fuck her dream lover.  Daenerys
mouth had nearly unhinged and fell off when Missandei had shown great knowledge
in lesbian love making.  She had not been embarrassed just shocked.  Arya had
been shocked and blushed heavily though.  Daenerys had immediately picked up
that Arya was not repulsed and in fact asked questions on technique and style
while looking at her nervously.  “What girl is not curious about such things
Dany!” she had exclaimed.  She fanned herself and claimed she had the vapors
all the while asking for more details. 
Details Missandei was more than happy to give to give those details as her body
shivered and her eyes glittered with repressed lust.  Missandei went into great
details from the texts she had discovered from the lands of Yi Ti.  She really
loved one book called the Karma Sutra of Sapphic love.  It had pages and pages
of very detailed drawings.  Daenerys was trying to figure out how to get that
book!  Purely for curiosity sake of course.
Daenerys was sure she had mastered all aspects of lesbian lovemaking but it
would not hurt so compare experience with what was in those books that had
Missandei all hot and bothered.
Daenerys saw that lust in Arya’s eyes.  She knew it was in her eyes.  Daenerys
knew she had to grip her courage and make her play at Winterfell.  She had to
stop being a spineless shit.  What did she have to worry?  Only that Arya’s
father was the one man outside her two generals who could gut her on his
sword.  Any sword duel with that man would be a dicey proposition at best. 
Damnit!  Why couldn’t he be a wuss like Mace!
So here she sat while bells were woven into her hair.  Daenerys had always been
partial to the silver bells since they made her hair glow she thought.  Also,
she had not worn them all thinking that a victory such as conquering Astrophor
had only deserved one bell.  When Arya heard the story and how all of Dany’s
exploits that night and day she had told her “My gods Dany … you fucking kicked
ass and kicked more ass … my gods that deserves twenty fucking bells!”
Now Dany had decided to start wearing more of her bells.  She had too many
really.  If all were put into her hair she would be nothing but bells.  No one
would be able to see her hair!  So she had decided on one hundred and forty-
three bells.  With consultations with Arya and Andi they could weave that many
in and make her hair a vision of loveliness. 
Damn she sometimes wished she was six foot six like Drogo.  She needed a bigger
head for more bells.  With her tiny head she was maxed out hair wise for her
bells godsdamnit!  Daenerys was also finding out it took a lot of time to weave
that many bells in her hair!  Her scribe and hoped for soon to be lover
patiently stitched the tiny eyelets to her hair with fine silk thread.  The
teenagers giggling and gossiping about who was fucking who (Oberyn figured
prominently of course) and laughed at the antics of Oberyn and Nymeria or the
barbs between the Baratheon brothers.  Arya twittered how her father blanched
when Oberyn went on about his previous night’s conquests and did he want to
join him for tonight’s debauchery.  Maybe learn some new techniques to pleasure
Cat with.
Her father would always blanche and run away like a wolf with his tail tucked
between his tail as if he had been scalded. 
Suddenly, Andi stopped sewing in the bell she was putting in Daenerys hair. 
Missandei gasped.  “I got a great idea Dany.  Let’s make flowers out of these
bells.  We can make the petals out of the silver bells and use the gold, bronze
and copper as the pistil and the stamen.  Arya squealed in excitement. 
Daenerys evidently did not get a say in the manner.  The girls were excited as
they worked in a very animated manner.  She could feel many bells being sowed
in back to back in various angles.  The girls worked to create a flower over
each ear.  The spare bells they formed ribbons of braided hair and bells pulled
back with a tie wrap. 
They had now finished and Arya handed her Queen a hand mirror while gnawing her
lower lip.
Daenerys gasped at what she saw.  My gods it was beautiful.  Over her right ear
was a resplendent rose with petals with gold pistil and copper stamen.  Over
her left ear was an orchid with silver petals and bronze stamen and pistil. 
They seemed to be almost real and the tinkling they made with her head
movements were almost magical.  Daenerys felt a lump in her throat at the love
and thought put into the adornment of her head with her bells.
Daenerys let her thoughts drift on the progress of the North and South coming
together.  She had brought with them ravens to communicate back to King’s
Landing to keep her small council and Tyrion and Olenna up to date with the
latest developments.  When Eddard had made contact with her and she finally had
his pledge of allegiance the Queen had sent ravens to King’s Landing announcing
this.  She had also sent ravens to all the major Lord holds.  She wanted all to
know that the North and South were united.
She was elated to finally know with one hundred percent assuredness that Eddard
was not a traitor.  That would have been very depressing to the young Queen. 
She was sure that it was impossible for House Stark to even conceive such a
thing.  She had especially enjoyed sending ravens to Casterly Rock.  Whatever
nefarious plans that old fox Tywin may have been hatching had just gotten more
complicated.
She had told all the houses that Westeros was united.  Eddard was and forever
more would be the Warden of the North.  She had ordered that all the Lords
receiving her ravens would send their ravens to their fellow Lords in their
lands that pledged alliance to them.  She knew that most of the lords, their
heirs and knights were in the field but she wanted their whole houses to be
united.
Daenerys had told Eddard that she would like to meet Edmure Tully and Jon Arryn
as soon as possible if that was possible.  Eddard had told them they had come
to Winterfell with is departure to meet her.  In case the meeting had gone
badly they would have to decide how to respond to the unexpected situation. 
Dany knew she would have her meeting soon.  She wanted to let them know of the
traitors and to gauge the men.  She knew they had sterling reputations but
wanted to meet the great lords of the mighty houses of Tully and Arryn. 
Daenerys had fretted about her lack of reconnaissance to Arya, Missandei and
her trusted generals Syrio and Barristan.  She normally relied on her dragons
but with the attack on the Blood Phoenix she would not have her dragons flying
over the lands beyond the wall unless they were together and protecting each
other.  This limited her ability to learn as much as she normally wanted of her
foes.  She had her dragons fly over the Ice King at the Fist of the First Men
several times a day.  She varied the times her dragons always riding high up in
the sky.  She would then have them skip a day to throw off any routine the Ice
King may pick up on. She would then let her dragons fly off to come back South
of the Wall.  It was a short flight for a dragon. 
What she saw heartened her.  The enemy was gathering in one place and not
marching forward it seemed. 
Eddard had told her that Jon’s wives had been spying on them for months.  When
he told her how she had to admire both their courage and resourcefulness.  To
walk again and again in the camp of their enemy had been so brave.  She would
have to thank them yet again for their bravery and service to the realm. 
She had heard that they wished to live in the Sandhills they had traversed
through.  They wanted to help preserve and restore the wildlife that man had
decimated.  The instant Daenerys heard this she knew she had a new priority in
her kingdom.  She would do all in her power to help man and nature to live as
one.
She had told her truest confidents her concerns over now not having her dragons
to fly over the lands like she normally did.  Her dragons had to focus on
beyond the Wall.  They feed and rested.  Flying so high did drain them of
strength.  Even their heat at that height would in time dissipate.  She asked
for ideas.  Missandei, Syrio and Barristan could not help.  Arya paused and
then spoke up softly.
“I can use Nymeria Dany.”  I can communicate with her and convey our need. 
Nymeria can communicate to the wolves in the land around her.  I will let her
run free to the North.  She will meet the local wolves and those wolves will
run to their pack mates.  They find ways beyond the Wall.  How we have never
figured out.  With Nymeria’s will the packs will declare a truce.  I can have
them watch for us.  It is imprecise.  The wolves are free and wild but all
wolves bow down before Nym.”
“Do you have to fully warg into Nymeria to see and hear what the wolves do?”
“Yes for that kind of information I would.  I can get glimpses but when I fully
warg into Nymeria I have her thoughts and instincts.  When they communicate to
her they will be communicating to me.”
“It will leave me totally vulnerable … will you watch over me Dany?” Arya asked
Daenerys softly.  Daenerys felt a rush of warmth with the trust and desire to
have Dany look over her.”
That dusk as camp was made Arya had got on her knees and spoke softly to
Nymeria as they pressed foreheads together.  Soon the wolf was racing off into
the gloom heading north.  The direwolf howled and a distant mournful wail
answered back.
Late that night and for the next two nights near midnight Arya laid down in
Dany’s tent with her head resting in Dany’s lap.  She relaxed and her body went
limp.  Her eyes slowly closed and Arya appeared to go into a deep sleep.  If
Dany had come upon Arya like this she would have feared she had slipped into a
coma.  Arya’s body would twitch and jerk randomly.  Daenerys watched her love’s
eyes roll back into her head several times. Her limbs would thrash at times
like she was trying to run like her wolf.
After several hours she would gently shake Arya out of her trance as they had
agreed.  Arya would slowly sit up and Dany gave her water for her parched
throat.  Arya told her that the wolves now had all the roads observed.  On the
second night Arya had seen through her direwolf’s eyes a group of northern pack
men riding south with the banners of the fish and the falcon.  House Tully and
House Arryn was heading south.
On the fourth day the wolf returned.  Dany would have her meeting two days out
from Winterfell at the pace they were setting.  The column heading South was
moving at normal march speed.
Now Dany was sitting down with her handmaiden and soon to be wife (she was
freely saying that to herself now.  Daenerys always imagined victory in her
mind and then made realty match her dreams and desires) as they chattered and
talked about Missandei’s mystery lover and how hot Arya thought that was. 
Yes.  Daenerys had rising hope.
Daenerys felt like a hedonistic cat being stroked as the two beautiful women
ran their fingers through her hair lifting it and shifting it as they held up
the gold, bronze and copper bells.  She let them stitch the bells into her hair
since they were receiving so much enjoyment from it.  They were definitely
getting faster at it.  The soft tinkle chimes soothing to the ears.  The girls
would select a bell and a location and they would grab a needle and the fine
silk thread.  The two women would work as team one holding the bell in place
and the other running thread through the eyelet and sewed the bell with the
silk thread woven into her tresses to hold the bell in place.  When the bells
were to be removed small scissors with long blades would be run into the eyelet
and carefully cut the threads to remove the bells.
In another forty-five minutes the last of the bells had been woven in.  One
hundred and forty-three bells weaved into her hair.  She looked in the mirror
and again gasped at the beauty of the flower creations they had sown into her
hair.  She had already decided that this was to be her “look” when in full
regal mode.  She stood and smiled hearing a symphony with each movement of her
head of various notes of a sweet tinkled melody.  It was a long tiring effort
but it was worth it.  She wanted to impress the Lords of the High Houses and
their vassel lords of the North.  She left her tent and put her sword on her
back as did Arya.
Daenerys saw the admiring looks of the men as they again saw the beautiful
flowers woven in her hair.  Daenerys had learned early on to use her innate
beauty to benefit her.  She was beautiful and would use it help her achieve her
ends.
Eddard and her Lords were a horse.  They then lined up on the King’s Highway. 
Daenerys looked at the standards of the Lords aligned with her.  Eddard waited
patiently.
He had come to her the night before.  He wanted to repeat his act of obedience
to her before the other High Lords of the Riverlands and the Arryn.  He felt it
necessary to show her the respect she deserved.  He wanted to show all again
that she was the true Queen of Westeros and he but the Warden of the North by
her leave.
Daenerys had refused.  She had made clear in her scrolls sent out that all had
been forgiven. It had been a simple misunderstanding and all were in alignment
now.
They waited and soon in the distance Daenerys could see the host of the North
coming down the King’s Landing.   The breeze had picked up from the north.  The
cold wind gusting with sudden breaths.  Her hair was caught in the gusts the
light bells not heavy enough to weigh her hair down.  The tinkling of her hair
filled the morning air.  The flowers created by Missandei and Arya glittering
in the sunlight.  She felt like a faery from legend.
The men came closer now.  She could see their large banners now of the houses
as they approached.  It seemed like the stuff of legends.  The Lords and their
knights had dressed in their plate armor that had burnished to reflections of
the sun in the bright morning light.  The angled sun striking the metal and
sending off wild flashes and spangles of light.
Daenerys had always been a little girl when it came to seeing knights in their
plate armor of burnished metal or enamel paint.  She herself eschewed such
metal.  She wore her dark flat black dragon chain mail.  She knew that the
contrast with her pale skin and white hair made for a brilliant contrast. 
White and black in conflict and in harmony on her person.  She knew the effect
was enhanced by the bells in her hair catching and throwing off the sun in
bursts of colored light.
The party advancing down the road was closer now.  She looked at the banners
whipping in the breezes.  She saw the banner of House Tully with its leaping
silver trout on a field of blue and mud red.  The breeze actually had the fish
seeming to leap out the water.  She saw off to the side and behind the sigil of
House Blackwood.  Their standard a flock of ravens surrounding a black shield
charged with a dead weirwood, on a scarlet field.
She had to smile at the flag of House Piper with a pink dancing maiden in a
swirl of white silk, on a blue field.  Daenerys leered at the pretty lass.  She
liked that house!
She saw the standard of House Arryn with its sky-blue falcon soaring against a
white moon, on a sky-blue field.  She knew the sigils but had not as yet
learned the history of the symbols.  She saw the flag of House Waynwood and
could not help wonder why it was a broken black wheel, on a green field.
The Queen saw two standards that made her blood boil.  The flag of House Bolton
with its red flayed man on pink de sang.  She saw the standard of the Frey’s. 
The two blue towers, united by a bridge, on a silver-grey field whipping in the
breeze.  Daenerys carefully schooled her features.  The Houses had not yet
committed treason.  She wanted to catch them as much as possible in the act. 
They were a festering wound that she would make sure to cauterize from the
Riverlands and the North.
As the knights and Lords came closer she inspected their armor.  The armor was
as varied as the personalities that wore the armor.  Some of the armor was
plain and almost drab while others were as colorful as a royal garden.  Some
knights had on heavy plate armor while others only had chainmail and some with
a hybrid of both.  Some wanted strength and protection while others valued
speed and quickness.
Some wore full helms and others half helms while some chose to not wear any at
all.  She liked looking at some of the ornamentation on the helms. She saw
various angry predators in reposes of attack.  Mauling bears and pouncing
lions.  She saw raging bulls and racks of rutting stags and elks.  Some were of
fanciful demons.
Much of the plate armor was burnished to a glittering shine.  Others had
painted their armor in bright colors of enamel paint.  Some with images of the
sun or various animals.  Some of the paint was in colored patterns denoting
their houses or personal attributes. 
Daenerys had spent much time learning the meanings of such things being
fascinated by the history and meanings of shapes and symbols.  These schemes
were on both armor and shield.  She looked from mounted rider to mounted rider
seeing what each man’s armor said about the man.  What colors and devices they
wore on their person and shields.
The queen knew that the helmet represented Wise Defense and the heart
represented Sincerity or Charity.  The crown was Authority while a Tower
represented Society or Wealth. 
She looked at the lines on the plate or shield.  Zigzag Lines represented Fire;
Wavy Line represented Sea or Water; Bumpy Line represented Earth or Land and
Crenulated Lines represented a Town or Wall.  The Diagonal Cross (Saltire)
meant Resolve while Horizontal Stripes (Fess) showed one had Honor.  The
Vertical Stripe (Pale) denoted Military Strength but Diagonal Stripes (Bend)
showed that the knight or lord was renowned for Defense.  The Angled Stripe -
(Chevron) was Protection or Faithful Service.
Even the colors had meaning.  The color red stood for love and emotion; white
peace and innocence; yellow happiness and energy; blue tranquility and
calmness; green freshness and vitality; orange joy, creativity, enthusiasm and
even revolutionary ideas; purple passion and wealth and last black darkness,
mystery, power and strength.  With herself it also meant “I kick ass!”
The combination of colors was dizzying in possible meanings.  She would save
that for another day.
She smiled at how some riders had no capes and some with shoulder capes adorned
with animal fur.  For some reason she thought it made them appear feminine.  It
seemed more a thing for the royal court and not the battlefield.  Some knights
wore long flowing capes of heavy velvet that flowed off the horses haunches
almost down to the ground.  The added fifteen pounds a waste she thought.
One man’s armor totally caught her attention and disgusted her.  Roose Bolton. 
She grimly remembered her father’s past with the father of Eddard.  She
shuddered but could not stop that thought seeing Roose Bolton in dragon fire
being roasted in his own armor.  He had on a suit of dark grey plate armor over
a quilted tunic of blood-red leather.  Its rondels were shaped like human heads
whose mouths were open in agony.  His helmet had streamers of red silk which
fluttered in the wind. With all this Roose was wearing his usual pink woolen
cloak embroidered with droplets of blood. 
He was totally unremarkable as a physical specimen.  He was of average size
with a soft and hairless body.  Roose’s face was plain, beardless and
ordinary.  The only thing Daenerys found notable was his eyes.  They were
eerie, they were pale and strange as two white moons.
She hated this man intensely.  She looked over at Edwyn Frey.  Edwyn was a
pale, slender man, with a pinched nose and lank dark hair.  Daenerys folder on
the man said his attitude was cold, according to Ser Daven Lannister, he is
full of hate. 
They would both receive the justice they so richly deserved.  She would let
Eddard and Edmure dispense justice if the men survived the coming battle.  If
they happened to get in the way of her shining sword then she would just have
to apologize to Eddard and Edmure for robbing them of the satisfaction. 
The two parties met and salutations were exchanged.  She passed among the new
party tilting her head in acknowledgement with the lords showing her
obeisance.  She liked their politeness and direct eye contact.  She had become
an excellent judge of character and liked what she saw.
With two notable exceptions.  Edwyn was sullen and he radiated off an angry
air.  Roose looked her directly in the eye and talked to her in a thin whispery
voice.  He was silky in his demeanor but her skin felt like it was covered in
the leeches that Roose was said to favor.  The man literally made her skin
crawl.
She had a parlay on the side of the road.  They had dismounted and the Lords
and Knights formed a three quarter circle around their Queen. She told them
that they now understood the full gravitas of the situation and that the forces
of the South would be marching straight to the Wall.  There would be no laying
siege to any city of the North.  She would have her blocking forces now move to
the Wall too.
The united forces of Westeros would meet and fight the Ice King.  They would
stand united and defeat their common enemy.  She looked at Roose out of the
corner of her eye.  Most men would let their faces slip at times with a tick of
sly humor or show a contempt to the proceedings.  Roose was good.  He seemed
the focused loyal subject.
It only took Daenerys and hour to give her speech and ask if all were clear on
their stated goals.  The meeting broke up.  She asked to speak to the Lords of
the Riverlands and the Arryn as the Titular Lords of their provinces. 
The rest of the party was now stripping off their armor to have the baggage
train pick up and take back to Winterfell.  One only wore such heavy armor in
battle or ceremonial situations as this one.
She had huddled around her Eddard, Edmure and Jon.  “Keep your voices down and
do not show any reactions.  Do I make myself clear?” She looked at Edmure and
Jon and they nodded in agreement.
She then told them of the treachery of House Bolton and House Frey.  She saw
the raw anger blazing out of Edmure’s blue eyes.  He cursed under his breath
and gripped the pummel of his sword.  He wanted to exact vengeance now!  Eddard
told him to control himself.  Edmure was angry that the men were not to be
executed on the spot.
Eddard had to remind him several times that they needed more proof of these
explosive claims.  Any action now would result in unnecessary bloodshed.  The
House of Bolton and Frey would rise up if their Lords were assaulted.  Daenerys
was very thankful that Eddard was the Warden of the North and not Edmure.
The Queen laid out her plans for the traitors houses.  Edmure was still sullen
at having to wait but Jon Arryn whistled softly.  “I like it.  Give them the
rope and let them fashion the noose to be fitted around their own necks.”
They then disbanded.  Soon Daenerys and the Lords who would be joining her on
her fast march North were ready. 
The fast march to Winterfell resumed.
***** Winterfell - Part II *****
                             Winterfell – Part II
                          Daenerys / Margaery / Arya
                                        
Daenerys
The day had finally arrived.  She was about to arrive at Winterfell.  She had
been getting more and more excited at the prospect.  She had been so full of
throbbing energy and possibilities when she had flown into King’s Landing and
disposed the Baratheons without bloodshed.  She had achieved her dreams since
they had awakened in the Dothraki Sea in what seemed like a different life time
ago.
She was of course the same woman but in others way she was completely
different.  She had been sold off as a sex slave basically by her brother to
procure him an army to invade Westeros.  His dreams had far exceeded his
grasp.  She had entered the grass sea without any desires beyond to stay safe
and sound at the house with red door and a lemon tree in the yard.  She never
wanted the life she was thrown into.  She wanted to remain the small girl with
no burdens placed upon her.  She had wanted to hold onto her innocence. 
Of course that had not happened.  How she had changed.
Her brother’s dream had become hers.   Khal Drogo had thought he or his soon
would become the stallion who would mount the world.  Both were long dead and
riding the skies on their mighty steeds.  It was not Drogo or his son that
would be the stallion.  It was she Daenerys Targaryen that was the stallion. 
She was so much more than a stallion.  She was a dragon.  She was magic
reborn.  She had dreamed to conquer her homeland.  That she had done.  Done so
without bloodshed.
She had shed plenty of blood in Essos.  She had conquered that continent from
the land of Yi Ti east.  She now held sway over all that continent from the
Dothraki Sea to the Free Cities.  She had become mightier than any other
Valyrian before her.  She was mightier than any ruler before in Westeros.
Others had the dream initially.  Only she remained.  She had taken all their
dreams into herself and forged her own desire for greatness and destiny.  The
others did not have the reach or grasp to achieve the greatness they sought. 
She had taken their dreams and made them her own.  She had both the reach and
the strength to grasp ahold of what they could only dream of.  She had
conquered half of Essos.  She had made Westeros her own.  House Targaryen once
more ruled Westeros.  It was her rule and guidance that would lead her
ancestral homeland.
She had far exceeded her brother or first husband’s visions.  She was not only
Queen of Westeros, she was the Khal that ruled the Dothraki Sea.  All the major
Khalasars were now hers.  A few small rouge Khalasars still ran free on the
periphery of the grass sea.  One day she would bring them to heel.  It had not
been a Stallion that subdued and united the Dothraki.  It had been the Mare Who
Mounted the World that conquered them.
She had conquered the West and the East where no one had before.  That had not
been enough for Daenerys Targaryen and her ambition.  Daenerys had conquered
all the City States between Qarth and Braavos.  Not one city state had not been
conquered or surrendered in place.  She had taken the continent.  Nothing was
not hears from Vars Dothrak to Western shores of Westeros.
She had made allies of the Summer Islands and the lands of Yi Ti.  They had no
slavery in their lands.  She had no reason to conquer them.  They had seen her
greatness and aligned themselves with the Dragon Queen.
Never had such a homogeny been created.  Daenerys had made herself into the
stuff of legends.  She knew the bards would sign of her in future ages.  She
was not finished.  She had taken what was hers.  Now she had a vision to
fulfill.  She would remake the world into a better place.
Now she was flying into Winterfell.  It was already part of her kingdom but she
felt a buzz running through her body and spirit.  Her flying into King’s
Landing had been the restoration of throne.  It had been the culmination of her
dreams of conquest.  Her flying into Winterfell was much more intimate and
personal.  This was about matters of the heart.  This was about love.  About a
lovely comely wolf lass.  A woman she would one day soon marry.
It was there she hoped to show the world the woman she would make her Queen. 
She had already found the girl of her dream.  The girl had come to her with
arrows and her fist Daenerys thought with a smile.  The “wild wolf” she heard
the men of the North call Arya when they thought no one was listening.  Arya
was going to be her Queen.  She just had to be.  It was time for Daenerys to
claim what was hers by right.  She had been thinking deeply of all the
interactions between her and Arya and was now surer than ever that her feelings
were reciprocated.
She squirmed as her indecisiveness again tried to jump up but she tamped it
down.  She was tired of being indecisive.  She would trust her instincts.  She
had been sorely tempted to take Arya in her tent but wanted to have their first
time in Winterfell now that they were almost at the home of Arya’s birth.  With
her new found confidence in her judgement Daenerys felt her blood run hot for
Arya.  But she would not take her love in a war tent.  She would take Arya in
her ancestral home of Winterfell. 
Arya just had to love her like she loved the girl.  She could feel it.  She
just had too.  It was not her imagination and hope.  She would no longer doubt
those side glances she had seen from Arya.  She would no longer doubt the
touches and glances they shared that said so much more than familiar
friendship.
Her father would just have to grant me her hand in marriage.  He was wise and
compassionate.  Surely he could overcome any latent homophobia he would have. 
He seemed like a man who could rise above himself.  Surely he would grant his
permission for them to wed.  He was a man that loved his children dearly. He
could see that in the way he interacted with Arya.
They had had another conversation last night.  He had again come to her saying
it was important that he bent the knee before her at Winterfell.  She had again
informed her Steward of the North that once was enough. 
She told him she would make her own appearance at Winterfell.  It would get
everyone’s attention.  One advantage of Eddard being isolated in the North was
that he was not yet familiar with all her signatures.  “I will make an entrance
that will captivate.  We will meet together before your gates as Queen to loyal
Warden.  Your Lords know of your innocence and now the Lords of the South do
too.”
“Innocence?” Eddard had said strangely.  “Another said that to me recently. 
She was a strange woman.  I doubt she was even human.  Maybe a fairy.  She did
not think like you and me I think.  How do you say I am innocent?”
Daenerys had smiled at her Warden of the North.  “You are free of the avarice
and lust for power that fills must great men and women.  I am guilty of it.  I
work to control it.  You simply do not have it.  Thus, your innocence.”
Eddard shook his not sure he really believed what his Queen was telling him.
“I think you will see my point in my introduction to Winterfell.  It is too bad
about your fear of great heights.”
Eddard had grimaced.  “I have gotten used to standing on the wall of castles. 
The thick walls help I think.  I sometimes think I might pass out standing on
my toes.”
Daenerys had looked at him askance.  Was that a joke?  Naawwww.
Daenerys was feeling more and more comfortable with Eddard.  She had come to
realize that all the Great Lords were special men except for Tywin Lannister
and Euron Greyjoy.  She had not found near this many good leaders in Essos. 
The men she had allied with in the South had been conniving and sometimes
venial with each other but she found a basic honesty to them that was
refreshing.
Eddard Stark was a paragon though.  She had found her equal in moral rectitude
and cunning.  Her face grimaced at their finished Game of Thrones.  She had
lost that game.  If he had been after her throne … she did not want to think of
what might have happened.
The man had no desire for the power of the Iron Throne.  He was more than
content to be Warden of the North.  She had the impression he would in the not
too great future be giving that title to his eldest son.
She was not sure she would accept that.  She needed his wisdom and firm
guidance controlling the North of her far flung kingdom.
Arya was talking and laughing with Renly and Oberyn.  They were both pleasure
hounds and liked each other’s company.  She saw Stannis talking with Mace and
his sons.  She cocked her head sure she could hear him grinding his teeth. She
loved the purity of Arya’s laugh.  It was like the girl herself.  Arya was in
so many ways still an innocent even though she was most definitely a grown
woman.
She had first thought the girl was not interested in her or women even.  But
with months and her rising confidence Dany knew that Arya was just not worldly
enough yet to go for what she wanted.  She wants me Daenerys told herself.  It
was not arrogance just her resurgent confidence.  Arya’s glances and touches
told Daenerys the truth.  She was tired of hiding from those truths.
Daenerys had been reflecting back on her interactions with Arya and was now
sure she understood what had separated them.  Much of it was her own blame
Daenerys knew.  She was the “woman” with Arya being the “child”.  It should
have been incumbent upon her to lead Arya to her bed.  To seduce the teen who
she was now certain hungered for her touch.  She was not indeed a “woman of the
world”.  She had partaken of the sweet pleasures of the female body.  She had
become a master a plucking the female body to the heights of ecstasy. 
It was now time to take those techniques and talents to her sweet wolf in their
bed of amore.  She would rock Arya’s world to the core of her very soul.  She
would blow Arya’s mind with overwhelming pleasure.  The two would bind their
bodies and souls together with the pleasures of the flesh.  It was possible to
love without the physical of course but the only way two could be become one
was with great sex.
Daenerys shivered with her raging hormones.  Yes.  In Winterfell the Wolf would
lie with the Dragon.
Arya had not had the confidence to show her true feelings to her Queen.  The
Targaryen could understand that.  She knew she exuded worldliness and had been
so forceful in her conquests of Esso.  Yes, it was incumbent for her to lead
her Arya to her bed, her loving arms.  It was Daenerys that must lead Arya to
her bed and to have Arya become her consort.
It seemed like another life ago when she herself had been like Arya.  A young
innocent unsure of herself and how to take what she wanted.  She had been
forced to travel paths she would never have chosen for herself.  She had had to
overcome so much.  In many ways her sexuality was almost forced upon her being
sold off to Khal Drogo as payment for an army.  She had had to grow up fast.
Her Arya had been shielded and protected by Eddard Stark.  She had not pried
but it was obvious that the father had protected his daughter as much from her
own mother as anyone else.  Daenerys would have wished for such a father.  She
had thought on that.  She would have to have refused such succor.  It was only
by going through the fire that she could become what she had become.  It had
been in the furnace of a cruel fate that forged her into Valyrian steel.
She knew she had one more slight hurdle to leap.  Arya was confident in herself
in one way.  She was confident with her swordsmanship and her bowman ship. 
Arya had arrived to Dany as a bowman of supreme skill already.  With the
guardianship of Syrio and Barristan they had taken the raw ore of Arya Stark
and molded it into unbreakable Valyrian steel.  Arya was now on of the greatest
swordsman in all of Westeros and Essos.  Daenerys knew she was good but she was
not quite that good.  Arya had transcended herself.  She had become some rare
and precious blade when it came to the skills of swordsmanship. 
Arya could hold her own when it came to giving shade and coming back with quick
rejoinders.  The girl able to converse with both the high and the low.  She had
the common touch that so many sought and never achieved.  She did not have to
pretend in her concern for all of the realm. She came by it naturally.
The one thing Arya did not have confidence in was her own beautiful body. 
Several times Daenerys had heard Arya mumble about her flat chest or lack of
hips.  Daenerys had tried to reassure her that she was indeed beautiful.  One
did not need large breast and ass to be considered beautiful.  Compared to
Arianne and Obara Daenerys was downright anemic compared to them.  It did not
bother Daenerys one wit.  She was beautiful and knew it.  So was Arya. 
Daenerys just needed the girl to be able to see it.
She had seen Arya naked many times now looking in her carefully positioned
small mirror.  She had felt guilty at first but she reasoned a girl had to do
what a girl had to do.  What Daenerys had seen in that mirror made her core
clench in wanton need and her pussy flood with fuck nectars.  It had made her
masturbate to soul stunning orgasms that threatened to rip her cunt inside out.
She had loved everything about Arya.  Her body was so fucking hot to Daenerys. 
She had loved many women with the classic hourglass shape.  Women with flaring
hips and large bosom.  She loved them of course.  They had been sweet.
But there was something about a warrior’s body that called to the marital
spirit in Daenerys.  When Arya had disrobed and reveled her muscular body to
Daenerys she felt like her pussy was going to spasm itself inside out.  She had
to grip the edge of the dresser many times as her body folded over with her
stomach contracting so hard as her womb flipped deep in her belly.  Her body
literally rocking with each pulse of her pussy.  Her body shaking with her want
for Arya.
The wolf girl’s legs were thick with muscle.  Her calves so developed that it
made Daenerys wet.  Her belly was flat and ripped with a muscles forming a
washboard.  Dany had moaned softly with thoughts of rubbing her pussy on that
hard rippled stomach to orgasm.  Her arms when fully exposed left the pale
Valyrian almost panting.  The way the muscles flowed from wrist to elbow and
from elbow to shoulder.
Then there was Arya’s shoulders.  They were thick for such a small frame girl. 
She had developed trapezes and laterals that gave Arya just that hint of
triangle of her upper body.  Daenerys loved muscles on a woman.  Ayra had that
in spades!  Her back when she went to walk into the royal bath suite had made
Daenerys nipples and clit hammer Daenerys to a near swooning state.  The way
her back muscles played and her ass cheeks switched with each step had the
Queen’s mouth watering.
That was her muscles.  That had setup Daenerys to be nearly stunned by Arya’s
nipples and vulva.  Her pussy was big and a nice juicy slit with her inner lips
all bloomed out her slit all brown and usually glistening.  Daenerys knew she
was stimulated by hard physical training and so was Arya.  She loved how Arya
must have followed her ritual and now shaved her pussy smooth.  It made her
inner lips so prevalent as they bloomed out her slit.  She had a prominent
clitoral hood that rode high and proud and was covered in folds of skin but yet
her clit peaked through.  It all made Daenerys nearly swoon.
Then there was Arya’s nipples.  The girl did not really have breast.  She had
just the slightest of hillocks that was maybe a quarter inch up off her chest. 
The rest was all thick pulpy nipples.  In the middle of their sparring Daenerys
could see through Arya’s thin top how erect they became in her exertions and
excitement of hard training.  Her nipples engorged to thick plums that were
about to burst.  They swelled up and capped her breast several inches and were
so large and pulpy looking. 
Daenerys knew they would feel so good in her mouth all engorged as she vacuumed
sucked and see-sawed her teeth into that pulpy sweetness. 
Yes.  Arya’s body was simply fucking hot.  She was a warrior and yet all
woman.  She was perfect to Daenerys.  She wanted Arya desperately.  That had
been Daenerys ogling Arya.  The Queen surreptitiously looking at the body of
her royal hostage. 
Of course the shoe had been on the other foot.  The royal hostage had been
doing some spying of her own.  Daenerys had caught onto Arya’s naughty warging
with Nymeria.  The Queen had an affinity for animals.  She had quickly deduced
that her royal hostage was hiding in the Direwolf when the great beast began to
visit her chambers at night.  It had been too good a possibility to pass up. 
Daenerys had begun to masturbate in front of the Direwolf.  She had fucked
herself to near exhaustion night after night in front of Nymeria before she let
the great beast out of her chambers. 
Daenerys did not consider herself necessarily vain.  She knew she was beautiful
but did not preen or spend time in front of the mirror.  That had never stopped
the young woman from using her wily charms to help her achieve her goals.  Her
goals with Arya were simple.  Make the girl fall in love with her and then bed
the girl.
She had fun in King’s Landing working to achieve those goals.  She knew she was
being spied on by Arya and used that knowledge.  She knew that the girl may
only be a voyeur who loved watching an act of sex.  She did not mind watching
women and men couple when she was part of the Khalasar.  Hot sex was hot sex.
What made it better was when she discovered that when warged into an animal the
person became immobile.  Daenerys could imagine the heat that must have filled
Arya’s body with hot need.  The need to relieve the pressure from what she was
seeing.  Arya was young, vital and strong.  She must be a horny girl.  What
girl wasn’t?  Daenerys could not wait to have Arya in her bed and watch her new
love fuck herself to wailing, screaming orgasms. 
Daenerys just knew that Arya had the kind of orgasms she herself had.  The
young Valyrian was a screamer.  The Dothraki women never hide their pleasure
when fucking before the Khalasar.  They would wail and scream their heads off. 
She always smiled remembering seeing those hot blooded women’s ankles kicking
wildly over their stallion’s asses if on the bottom or wildly bucking and
jackknifing when riding their stallion’s cowgirl.
That was how she hoped Arya cummed.  Somehow Daenerys was sure that Arya was
that kind of woman.  That in her bed she would be screaming her head off in
orgasm and flying all around their bed or furs like a fish out of
water.                                                                                                  
Knowing Arya was watching her masturbate night after night made it easier to
spy on the Stark girl.  It was just turnabout. Right?
Arya had grown more with their awkward dance.  The girl was slowly loosening up
and letting her true hot sexual nature slip out around her Queen.  She started
to hear Arya take advantage of the warm running water when she bathed in
Daenerys royal quarters.  Maybe the girl had discovered the advantage of hot
running water under pressure.  She would hear Arya splashing more and more
wildly.  Daenerys had excellent hearing.  Hearing Arya’s half strangled wails
of ecstasy were definitely intoxicating.  She would here the water splashing
out the sunken bath and splashing on the tiled steps.  She felt too unsure
spying on the girl to make a move on Arya at those moments.
She would have died from embarrassment if she went into the bathing quarters to
fuck Arya and then been rebuffed.  To offer herself and find out that Arya was
masturbating to visions of some fucking odious man.  No that vision would not
work at all.  Daenerys could maybe handle Arya masturbating to the vision of
some other woman but not a man.  That would kill the young Queen.
Daenerys had come to realize that Arya was probably throttled in her own
desires for her Queen’s body knowing she was spying on supposed innocent
Queen.  Arya being an innocent probably felt a great sense of shame spying on
Daenerys like she had been with Nymeria.  She was too innocent to grasp the
idea that the woman she was spying on knew this.  The Valyrian was so blatant
in her obvious stripping down and Jilling off she at first wondered how Arya
could not see that Daenerys wanted to be watched by her.
Then she had started to realize that Arya was an innocent in the ways of amore
and love.  Daenerys would smile evilly thinking of the two of them spying on
each other.  Their masturbating while thinking of the other.  Daenerys was more
than ready to stop masturbating and start fucking!  She was sure that Arya was
as well.  She just had to girl the hell up and take what was right before her. 
Daenerys snorted at the thought.  Both of them were being bad little girls. 
They were both too naughty and to honorable.  That was going to end soon.
Daenerys had to show Arya just how hot she was.  Daenerys had been right about
Arya’s nipples.  Several times she had spied Arya’s nipples after Jilling off
under the water faucet.  Arya had come out of the bath chambers confident
Daenerys would keep her honor and not turn to look.  All the while her Queen
was spying on her with her mirror.
Daenerys had nearly cum seeing Arya’s still fully engorged nipples from her
just finished orgasm(s).  The girl would look at her making sure Dany was not
looking at her.  Arya would twist and pull on her spongy, rubbery plum nipples.
Her face slashing with hard pleasure and her breath gagging out clenched
teeth.  Several times she had watched Arya cup her hands and strike her nipples
hard pounding them into her chest pulping them into her ribcage.  The look of
shocking pleasure and how Arya’s body folded over as she sat or stood up from
the pleasure had made Daenerys pussy gush fuck nectars all over her mound and
inner thighs.
This had told the Queen Arya liked hard sex.  So did the Queen.  Daenerys could
not wait to pulp Arya’s nipples and have Arya throttle and pound Daenerys own
tits into Daenerys ribcage.  Daenerys wanted to fuck Arya hard and long.
Daenerys mind was hooked on boobs.  Her mouth watered to have them.  She saw
those sweet delectable morsels in her dreams.  Arya’s nipples were indeed like
plums on her barely their breast that just rose off her chest the slightest
fraction of an inch.  The rest were nipples that bulged up nearly two inches
all bulbous and dark brown with blood rush.  When not excited her nipples were
light brown with light brown nipples half buried in the thick pulpy areolas. 
Daenerys mouth watered thinking about them now.  She would suck and teeth those
divine teats.  She would roll them and mash them with her palms and hard
squeeze with her fingers that itched to love the delicious bulbs of perfection.
After Arya’s little forays in the sunken tub or clawed tub masturbating had
shown Dany something else.  She had seen Arya’s cute fat pussy before sex. 
When Arya came out of the bathroom suite drying her hair now safe in the
supposed knowledge that her Queen was not avidly spying on her she let her
pussy be on full display.  A pussy that was extremely happy.
Arya’s cunt would be all swollen and glistening with fuck nectars.  Her pussy
so wet looking even if dried off.  Her inner lips all engorged out her slit and
hanging down.  She had long inner lips that made Dany’s mouth water with the
need to suck and torment those lips.  The girl’s pussy would be so red from
arousal and blood rush.  Her twat so lovely.  Her inner lips medium to darker
brown.  Her clitoral hood all wrapped in folds but her excited clit still
hard.  All whitish pink and rock hard.  That sweet clit all jutting out its
sheath all shiny and begging to be sucked off to yet another orgasm.
That clit had Daenerys mesmerized.  She would hurry to the bath suite and fuck
herself to soul crushing orgasms fighting her need to scream by nearly
swallowing her tongue.  Then the need to not nearly flip out of the sunken
basin had her limbs clenched to the sides of her body as her toes curled
painfully and her fingers clawed into her thighs.  Her suppressing her natural
body’s desire to scream and wildly flip and jackknife made the orgasms so
intense in their own manner.
She had been sure her eyeballs would pop out her head as her cunt tore itself
inside out scalding her soul and brain with pure fucking bliss thinking of
going down on Arya’s sweet pussy and hot asshole.  She really, really needed to
have Arya.
She had denied herself long enough.  She would now let the confidence she
normally felt win out and take her wolf.  It was time.
Daenerys would make Arya realize just how fucking hot she was.  She would have
Arya soon loving her own body as her Queen ravaged that body.
The Queen knew once she ripped away the veils of self-deceptions that they
entwined themselves in they would come together and simply ravish each other. 
Their love for each other would find perfect expression.
She just had to get them to Winterfell and a chance to be alone.  She would
confess all to her Arya and she in return would confess her love to Daenerys. 
It was written.  It was almost prophesized she thought.  It had a nice ring to
it.  The prophecy she had created for her and her wolf:  And the Dragon shall
lie with wolf.
It was time.  The time for reflection had passed for now.  Daenerys called her
dragons.  They were only three hours out from Winterfell.  She had instructed
her sons to circle wide and come to her from the South. She wanted her arrival
to be a surprise as she came up over the horizon.
Her sons had been watching the Ice King for weeks now.  He was obviously
gathering his forces at the Fist of the First men.  He was cautious by nature
by all reports.   Her reconnaissance with her high flying dragons bore those
reports out.  He was gathering his forces and milling around aimlessly like he
had for years in the far North.  He still had the same proclivities.  She had
time to orderly march her forces north to the wall to join Eddard’s forces
already marshalled there.  She could afford to leave the Ice King unwatched for
a day.  His forces were slow moving at their best speed.  The true dead could
only shamble forward at their best effort.
Also, by gathering what was obviously the vast bulk of his army he made it
clear what his target was.  The wall was his target and Eddard and herself knew
it would be Castle Black where the attack would occur.  True the Fist of the
First of was to the west near the Milkwater River.  To come down the river
basin would make sense in many ways.  But it had one main drawback.  His forces
would be open to the sky and her dragons.  No the best course would be to move
through the haunted forest to come east and south under cover of the forest
canopy. 
The Ice King did not want to roll the defenses up along the Wall.  That icy
hoary host would not want to waste time rolling up the defenses of the wall
from the Shadow Tower.  Daenerys was sure that was not the Ice King’s goal.  He
intended to smash the traditional seat of power of the Night’s Watch.  Legend
had it that Azor Ahai slew the Ice King’s body eight thousand years ago on the
spot that Castle Black had been erected when the Wall was first being raised.
He could not refuse that siren call.
She heard her travel companions getting excited.  Her dragons had appeared on
the horizon their wings beating hard and coming in low and fast.  She saw that
they were flying in a loose triangle with Drogon in the lead and Viserion and
Rhaegal on each wing off fifty feet.  They were flying over the grasslands and
few low trees in their flight path. 
The sun was out and the light glinted off the highlights of her dragons. 
Spangles of red off Drogon’s black body, the hint of bronze off Rhaegal’s green
body and, finally, the gold bursts of light from Viserion’s body made the eye
shine and face smile.  The dragons flying fast and furious to come to their
mother’s beckoning.  She heard the Lords of the North excitedly talking and
they were pointing to the black comet and glowing white and green stars on his
wingtips coming low and fast. 
Daenerys had definitely formed the opinion that they were indeed showoffs now. 
The Queen smiled.  Her dragons were showoffs and relished any time they could
show off their might and agility.  When she had first sent out her summons her
dragons had been flying high up in the sky lazily flying the thermals like the
condors making slow circles below them. 
This was not how they were flying in now.  She had not asked them to fly in
like this.  They had been at fifty feet to keep from having to juke up over
heavy cover of trees but the final distance between them and their group was
only flatlands. 
Her sons were being ostentatious.   They kept lowering their flight path to now
their wings were just stopping over the ground they were rushing over with each
fast wingbeat. Their legs tucked to their bodies for aerodynamics but their
mighty claws still only feet from the ground.  She chuckled seeing the Lords
and Knights getting agitated with some horses beginning to scream in terror and
fighting their own frightened masters.
The grass underneath her beasts were like seas of writhing vipers in the wild
whipping air currents the dragon wings stirred up.  A host of dirt devils
kicked up into the air trailing wildly behind the mighty beasts.  Daenerys and
Arya marveled at their beauty.  The way their bodies undulated slightly up and
down as their wings pinioned to drive their large mighty bodies forward.  Their
necks fully extended their massive heads like arrowhead on longbow shafts.
At the last moment the dragons gained twenty feet of attitude.  RROOOAARRRRRRR!
ROOAARRRRRR! RRRRRROOOAARRRRRR!  Three mighty dragon bugles filled the air as
her dragons roared overhead.  Men were cursing their bucking horses.  Even her
Lords of the South were wide eyed and fighting their horses.  A hurricane of
wind buffeted all.  Flags and capes were sent into wild dances like writhing
serpents.  Horses cantered under the gusts with some knights and lords falling
off yelling.
Only Eddard remained calm.  He had stared down Drogon and herself when he had
no idea if she meant to burn him to ash.  Oberyn was his wild self, shaking his
spear and laughing enjoying the spectacle immensely.
Her dragons roared overhead.  It filled Daenerys heart that Arya was not the
least bit perturbed.  In fact she was up in her stirrups with her hand up
trying to brush Drogon’s scales as he flashed over her and Dany.  The Queen
glanced back at Edward who was smiling at his daughter’s antics.  Yes, daughter
was very much like father.  So brave and so grounded in the meanings of life
and honor.
Her dragons flew on and then swooped up into the sky.  It was so beautiful
seeing her dragons angle their bodies to seemingly twist back on themselves to
come swooping back down to low over the ground.  They came back in but now
backwashing their wings.  They were slowing sending up mighty backwashes as
they shed speed.  Drogon landed near the Queen and Arya.  The black behemoth
roared his neck tilted back to bugle his dominance. 
Viserion landed near Barristan his body bounding forward his head looking and
finding his nemeses.  Viserion roared his jealousy and ran forward his mouth
hissing threats.  Viserion immediately placed his body between the knight and
Nymeria.  Viserion glared at the Direwolf and shook his tail in warning. 
Nymeria sat down on her haunches and looked bored at Viserion who slowly
lowered his head to Barristan for his scratching.  The old knight complied
scratching the scales underneath the white dragon’s lower lip.  His tail was
soon thrashing in pleasure.
Rhaegal landed and looked around.  He spotted Belwas and roared his greeting. 
The big fat bald eunuch came over and petted the dragon who was almost cooing.
Daenerys had had the riding saddles and riding gear for Barristan and Strong
Belwas pulled out.  Her two champions were putting them onto their dragon’s
backs.  They had on their riding chaps and gloves supplied by Illyrio Mopatis. 
Daenerys mused that event seemed like a lifetime ago and in another age that no
longer existed on this Earth.
Eddard came up to her.  He looked at Drogon as the Queen scratched along his
gums.  The dragon’s lips rippling with pleasure and hot gusts blowing out his
nostrils.  Eddard looked from the Queen and then too his daughter.  He gave
them both a soft squint smile.  The man was nothing if not a charmer.
“I almost envy you Arya not having a problem with heights.  It must be
exhilarating to ride with the Queen on her black dread.”
“Oh it is father.  It is a rush to look down and see the trees and houses so
small beneath you.”
“Does the Queen keep you safe and close to her body?  We don’t want you falling
off my daughter. It would cause much consternation between our Houses.”  Eddard
smile even bigger.  Was his teasing sexual in nature Daenerys almost gasped? 
It couldn’t be could it?
“I will make sure Arya does not fall off my Warden of the North.  I will pull
her close to my body to keep her safe Eddard.”
Arya eyes went wide with hope and then a blush formed on her ears and crept
down her throat.
Eddard chuckled with a squint smile.  Arya was blushing too much to see her
father first look at her pointedly and then tilt his head to Daenerys with a
penetrating look.  He marched his eyes to his daughter and nodded.  Again
Daenerys was almost stunned.  Was he giving me permission?  No it couldn’t be. 
Eddard turned his horse to the road.
He had a bet to win.
Daenerys stared at Eddard Stark as he rode off her mind racing with possible
imports and coming up with only one answer.  He knows.  He knows and he
smiled!  Daenerys felt her heart beat harder.  She was now even more assured
that she and Arya would consummate their love at Winterfell.
Missandei came up to her and Arya.  She hugged Arya and then came over to
Daenerys.  As she hugged the Queen close she put her mouth near Daenerys ear
“Make your dream come true Dany.  There can be no better place than Winterfell
to take Arya.   Stop this ‘Dance with Dragons and Wolves’ Dany.  Consummate
your love.  Now is the time.”
Missandei backed up and smiled her brilliant smile.
Daenerys smiled back.  Even her best friend knew it was time.  She returned her
friend’s smile and shook her head ‘yes’ subtly.  It was indeed past time.
The Lords, generals and knights saluted and bowed to the Queen in obeisance. 
They began their march down the King’s Road towards Winterfell.  The Queen felt
her heart beat hard again.  Westeros was forming up behind her.  She had indeed
conquered her homeland and made it hers.  She had one more conquest to make.  A
much more pleasurable conquest.  She looked at Arya and stopped hiding her
feelings from her face.
Arya stared at her and licked her lips and the nervously looked away and looked
back and smiled tremulously.  Daenerys felt her inner predator twitch and
arouse itself.  Yes.  Soon Arya.  Soon you will be mine.  Mine in our bed
making glorious love.
Daenerys eyed the object of her amorous thoughts.  “Arya let’s eat a quick meal
before we take to the air.”  They sat down on Drogon’s tail as they ate some
beef jerky, hard tack and radishes.  Now Daenerys made sure their bodies
contacted each other from hip to shoulder.  Several times she reached out and
pushed a few stray stands of Arya’s beautiful brunette hair behind her ear. 
Daenerys smiled feeling her young sweet wolf shiver at her touch.  Soon Arya
soon. 
They washed down with swigs of water from a canteen.  Nymeria had jumped up on
Drogon’s back as the dragon stretched out and soon was asleep on her side. 
They had laughed at the mighty wolf padding around in a tight circle preparing
her bed of warm scales.  Instinct having the wolf pad out a bed where only hard
scales were below her.  The wolf did not care.  Nymeria laid out absorbing the
heat of Drogon’s body with her tongue lulled out in happy wolf dreams.
The group of horse and riders were fading down the road on their way to
Winterfell.  Daenerys was letting the riders move on up the King’s Highway.  It
would take the riders three hours to reach Winterfell where her and her dragons
could be there in fifteen if not ten minutes easily.  She and Arya watched the
banners slowly disappear into the distance.  She did not want to fly
aimlessly.  She wanted the exhilaration of a fast ride up to Winterfell. 
Daenerys was focused on her goals now.
She would impress Winterfell and the Lords with her dragons.  She would meet
the family of Eddard Stark and feel them out.  She then would set about
seducing a certain wolf girl and making Arya her queen.  It was high time she
thought to herself.  In a way Daenerys was amazed at how all her plans were
coming together.  Her plans for Westeros and her plans for Arya Stark.  Her
body shivered again her belly clenching in wanton desires.  She had waited so
long!
The pale Targaryen looked over at Strong Belwas.  He had tilted a big bag of
salted pork belly chunks up to his face.  Daenerys grimaced as the big eunuch
filled his mouth with the pork bellies chunks falling into his open maw.  He
chomped noisily on the product with drool running down his cheeks and chin. 
Gross! Daenerys thought to herself but smiled.  Belwas was cute in his rough
bald, fat, eunuch way.  All the while he stuffed himself yet again the fat
eunuch groused that he was starving to death on this “death” march.  How could
the Queen starve him like this?  Having asked his rhetorical question he
stuffed a spiced slab of salmon into his mouth and took huge bits chomping and
moaning in happiness.
Daenerys eyed Arya out of the corner of her eyes.  She was dressed in tight
riding leathers that hugged her hips, legs and torso.  She love seeing Arya’s
muscular body caressed by the tight leather.  She loved the fact that Arya was
small of bosom. It just fit her body.  She knew Arya’s leathers were pressed on
tight on those pulpy nipples.  She longed to rip Arya’s riding vest open and
siphon those nipples into her mouth and feel them swell up in her mouth all
large and rubbery underneath her rasping tongue and seesawing teeth grazing
those engorged nipples.  She would show Arya just how much she hungered to suck
on her bursting plum nipples.  Arya would be screaming so hard in their bed as
her cunt filled her mouth with hot cum or soaked her hard thrusting fingers as
she tried to suck Arya’s nipples down her throat.  Dany felt a delicious
tension beginning to fill her body.
She would rock her wolf’s mind with her amorous skills.  She could feel her
body humping and tribbing Arya’s sweat soaked body.  She would fist her wolf’s
cunt so well with her twisting plunging fist.  Then she would slam her fist up
her love’s hot tight asshole so deep and hard.  Then Arya would fist her cunny
and shithole so hard and deep.  Dany’s eyes glazed over slightly feeling Arya’s
fist in her mind’s eye twisting deep into her belly.  Their lovemaking would be
soooo fucking good.
While the Queen lusted so hard for Arya’s sweet ripe body there was so much
more to admire about her soon to be wife.  Daenerys had to admire Arya’s focus
and dedication.  She had trained with Barristan and Syrio with total focus. 
She never once questioned her training but did it with rapt attention and
complete focus.  She had been extremely skilled when she arrived.  Now she was
a true master.  Her skills were actually better than her own Daenerys
determined.  She had no problem accepting that.  The greatest warriors knew
their own limits and conversely could thoroughly appraise the skills of an
opponent.
Anymore, Arya had her teachers on the defensive and they as often lost to her
as she to them.  In fact it had reached the point that a defeat of Arya by
Barristan and Syrio was rare.  It was them that were struck or slashed by
Arya’s blade.  She had become the master.  Arya had told her that she had joked
with Syrio one afternoon just before they left King’s Landing telling him “When
last we met I was but the student now I am the master!”  She laughed saying she
had said it in a deep voice.
“What happened?”
Arya looked sheepish “The fucker got lucky!”  She had gotten up making a show
of slashing and parrying sword strokes crowing she would have her revenge! 
It was that kind impish attitude that had so completely caught Daenerys heart. 
She girl was sweet but fiery.  She was a warrior but still not hardened.  With
herself having Arya to love she would never become like the bitter female
warriors she had so often met in her march across Essos.  Daenerys knew in her
heart that Arya’s love would keep her from becoming a bitter harpy who found no
joy in life.
Together they would keep each other’s spirits alive, healthy and full of love. 
Arya laughed gaily looking up at Nymeria on Drogon’s back.  The wolf was in a
happy dream.  The direwolf was woofing and her legs twitching as her snout and
lips worked.
Arya eyes went slightly unfocused.  Her eyes came back into focus.  Arya
informed her that Nymeria was chasing an antelope in her dreams her tongue
lulling out in the chase.  Arya looked at Dany with a soft smile that made
Daenerys belly clench.  Soon.  Soon she would make Arya hers.  Dany touched
Arya’s arm and smiled at the girl.  The girl smiled back so big it made
Daenerys heart tremble in her chest.
Daenerys idled away some more time.  She looked forward to her campaign against
the Ice King.  She would finish what she had started at the Tree of Life.  She
hoped that some of the Boltons and Freys lords survived the coming battle.  She
would have no compunction severing heads from shoulders. They were vile
villainous traitors who deserved death.
Dany and Arya leaned against the rear haunch of Drogon as he lounged on the
ground absorbing the sunlight.  The three dragons were half asleep in the
bright sunlight.  Daenerys found herself dozing off for a short while.  She
felt her mind wandering.
She pondered her meeting with the Stark family in Winterfell. She wanted to
make a good first impression.  She always wanted to put a sense of her
greatness in her subjects.  With Winterfell, she had additional motivation for
the aerial ballet she planned to perform over the ancient castle.  She smiled. 
She wanted to put awe in the people of Winterfell and the Starks.  She wanted
them in awe of her and her dragons.  When people were in awe they were more
pliable.  She would start feeling them out on her taking their daughter and
sister as her lover.  She was confident that she could bend them to her will. 
The Targaryen wondered if Margaery would cause any problems.  She smirked in
her mind’s eye remembering the parade of roses.  Yes.  She was sure Margaery
was on her team or at least was willing to change teams.  She wondered how the
girl had fared being a royal hostage.  Was she angry at being taken there?  Had
she made trouble?  Was she sullen waiting to go back home?  The Queen would
find out.
It had been over two hours that had passed.  It was time to leave now. They
would need to gain some attitude to make their grand entrance.  She wanted to
arrive before Eddard’s party and have plenty time to have some fun before she
landed to greet the party moving up the King’s Highway at the gates of
Winterfell.  Daenerys always planned out her efforts.  She had been planning
this for a week as they neared the home of Arya.
Also, she was anxious to look close upon Winterfell.  She had either seen the
castle from on high or the one time she came in low she had been on a mission
and had sailed over the castle without truly noticing it except to not hit the
castle’s towers as she flashed over the castle to land and confront Eddard
Stark nearly a year ago now.  She had been so focused on Eddard she hardly
remembered the castle. 
She had gone into her dragon’s mind when they had already landed to investigate
the excitable girl that had called them down.  They were already on the grounds
of the castle though so she could not see its layout from up in the air low
above Winterfell.  Her attention lay elsewhere.  She had been captivated by the
brown haired girl that had no fear of her dragons.  She had found the girl so
alluring.  Now she was in love with that selfsame girl.  Soon she would make
love to that girl.  Daenerys smiled thinking that her first times making love
to Arya would be in her home of Winterfell.
She only remembered it was a large compound unlike other castles.  It had large
open spaces and the main keep was built up on a small rise of ground.  She also
remembered the walls and buildings were made of dark granite.  She could not
wait to buzz the castle.
“Come Arya lets mount Drogon.  Belwas!  Barristan! It is time!”
The men put on thick fur lined jackets for the cold.  The weather was cold but
not bitingly so.  They would not be rising over two thousand feet.  The
temperature was in the lower forty degrees and the additional height would have
the temperature in the mid thirty degree range.  Not cold in and of itself but
the wind chill would be much colder.  The men put on scarves to cover their
faces and tucked them in their jackets.
Belwas had complained of the leg leathers until he nearly froze his balless ass
off the last time he had ridden in cold weather.
Drogon roused himself flexing and Nymeria went rolling down his back and off
his side.  “Whoof?!” the wolf barked out twisting to land and roll on the
ground. The Direwolf turned and barked furiously at the dragon for disturbing
her dream.  Slaver flung out her jaws as her howls of rage and affronted pride
filled the air.  Drogon ignored the Direwolf that only made her bark harder. 
She had been about to get that damn rabbit!
“Enough Nymeria” Arya gently scolded her wolf.  The wolf immediately calmed
down and panted looking up at Drogon.  The dragon snorted at the wolf.  Nymeria
was all bark.  Drogon still had not forgiven the Direwolf, Shaggydog, for
pissing all over his claws!
The riders quickly mounted their dragons.  They grabbed ahold of scales with
hands and worked feet into ledges or rifts between the dragon’s scales to pull
themselves up onto the dragons.  Barristan and Strong Belwas gripped the reigns
of their saddles and folded the straps tight in their hands.  They used jerks
of the reigns that were looped over scales forward of the saddles.  The reigns
came back to attach to the saddles to signal to the dragons their desires in
directions.  The dragons seemed to have a sixth sense in knowing their riders
desires.
Dany and Arya being resistant to the heat of Drogon eschewed the need for a
saddle.  Dany sat down spreading her legs out and jamming her feet between
large back scales on Drogon’s back.  She wedged them in tight getting a tight
snug fit.  She had Arya get behind her and slide in behind her so their bodies
were touching.  Then Ayra slide her own shod feet into grooves along Drogon’s
scales. 
Ayra had a jacket that was open on the front.  Her tight riding vest pressed to
her Queen’s body.  Dany’s body radiated heat that Arya would lean into to help
keep her warm.  The heat radiating up into Arya’s body from her bottom and feet
would help warm her too.  The heat from Daenerys and Drogon sufficient at these
attitudes to keep her from freezing.
This worked at lower elevations but only Daenerys could survive the true
heights that her dragons could fly at.  This was especially true in the colder
seasons.
Arya loosely fitted her body against Daenerys back.  Not good enough!
“Lean into my Arya.  Hold me tight.  I want to feel your body against mine.  We
will be doing wild acrobatics and I need to feel your body tight to know you
are safe.”  It was a safety precaution to be sure but it was also to feel her
woman’s body pressed tight to hers.  It would be a prelude of what was to
come.  She would soon be naked with Arya their sweaty and cum soaked bodies
entwined and pressed tight and so sticky with smeared cum and sweat.  Their
bellies and thighs pressed tight as tongue languidly flowed deep into groaning
throats.  The body contact and deep kissing reviving seemingly spent bodies
with fuck hunger and the need for yet more hot fucking.
Daenerys could sense that Arya was a total slut in bed who had the insatiable
appetite for the female body that Daenerys herself had.  Gods the cum the two
of them would be drinking down each night as cunts ruptured and flooded out hot
cum to be gulped down by greedy sucking mouths.
“Yes Dany!” was the deep sultry replay.  Arya was showing her desires more. 
Good.  Arya leaned in hard and snaked her arms around the Queen.  Her cheek
came to rest on Dany’s back and Daenerys was sure she felt Arya purr.  Soon my
love.  She reached down and gripped Arya’s arms and pulled down to snake around
her belly then synched them extra tight to her body.  Yes. That felt much
better.
Arya’s tight leathers felt so good against she blouse top.  She did not need
warmth and needed to feel Arya’s body against hers.  She had waited long
enough.  The only thing better than this close contact would be such contact
without clothing and in a bed or furs as they fucked each other senseless.
The Queen raised her voice “Drogon, Viserion, Rhaegal … Yn aderī, mōrī, aōt
māzīli se hēnkirī īlvi biarvī manaerili!” With that the dragons took flight. 
Drogon flexed down his mighty talons sinking deep into the Earth.  His body
tensed like an overwrought spring.  Viserion and Rhaegal took bounding leaps
and then jumped up into the sky gaining attitude with their beautiful wings
stroking the cold air.  Drogon exploded up his legs extending and pushing off
the Earth.
Daenerys loved the acceleration she felt with Drogon’s explosive take off.  She
was jammed down hard into Drogon’s scales from his powerful launch.  Arya held
her even tighter.  The thin leather did not hide from Daenerys the fact that
Arya’s nipples were fully erect and pressed into her back.  The girl was
rubbing her back with her nipples and her groin was flexing on her sacrum.  Oh
gods she was showing more of her desires.  Dany smiled.  Arya did not know she
felt her nutting on her body.  Soon they would be naked and rubbing while
bodies pulled tight.  Dany’s own nipples went rock hard and her puss was wet. 
She felt pure elation about to begin riding up the King’s Highway and
Winterfell.
The dragons swirled around each other doing loose turns.  The dragons’ bodies
tilted over.  Daenerys could see Barristan and Strong Belwas looking at her as
the dragons swirled around in their circle.  The bodies of the dragons rising
and falling slightly with the pinon of their wings to rise the dragons up and
accelerate their pace of flight.  The dragons bulged to each other.  The white
and green dragon seemed to be almost chasing Drogon as he flew.
Daenerys almost wondered if this was some kind of mating dance.  She remembered
that dragons could change sex.  She chuckled at her wayward thoughts.  She was
not sure if that was myth of not.  The dragons suddenly half rolled out of the
circular dance and now flew up the King’s Road.
They stayed at several hundred until they quickly came up on the party heading
to Winterfell.  Her dragons roared which was answered by the riders below.
Daenerys chest swelled.  Westeros was hers!  Her people accepted her as their
ruler!  She would be all that Rhaegar Targaryen was prophesized to be.  She had
known for some time that A Song of Fire and Ice had been her prophecy. 
Daenerys had no use for prophecies—unless they were right!
Now the dragons angled their bodies up as they gained attitude.  The dragons
now flying at near vertical as their wings beat furiously to claw for attitude
against the pull of gravity.  They were soon at two thousand feet and a minute
later Winterfell was there on the horizon.  Her dragons flew at two thousand
feet.  Dany touched her dragons’ minds and they moved close to Drogon and as he
slowed his pace.  Daenerys looked to her right and saw Barristan on Viserion. 
The Queen’s gaze turned to her left and nodded to Strong Belwas on Rhaegal.
“Lo ziry arlī jaelāt, jemēlo syt ziry mazemagon jemo bēvilza.” What did I just
call out Arya.  She and Missandei had been giving her future wife tutoring in
learning High Valyrian.  Like everything else she put her mind to Arya was a
quick study.
She felt Arya wiggling into her body hugging Dany again.  “Ummm … you told them
to circle for a minute … no for a short while … the word jemo has several
meaning but here it means short duration.”
Dany’s heart swelled.  Gods she longed to scream her passion in her native
tongue and have Arya understand … she needed to hear Arya scream her orgasms in
High Valyrian.  Dany had decided she would reach for the stars in all her
desires.
The dragons circled a mile off from Winterfell.  Daenerys saw through Drogon’s
eyes that the inhabitants of Winterfell were gathering on the walls.  They were
excited but not fearful.  She looked behind her.  Eddard’s party was steadily
moving up the King’s Highway at a steady moderate pace.  They were picking up
their pace getting into the excitement of the moment.  The Lords of the South
knew the spectacular show the Queen would be putting on with her dragons.
It was time! Daenerys thought.  She needed to make a grand appearance. 
“Tell my dragons what to do Arya” she softly husked back making eye contact
with Arya her lilac eyes unguarded showing her raw passion for Arya.
Dany smiled seeing Arya stare at her first guardedly then she let the raw
passion burn in her orbs.  The grey of her eyes catching fire.  She pressed her
chest into Daenerys.  The girl actually moaned pressing her again swollen
nipples into her Queen’s back and her eyelids fluttered shut.  Gods this girl
was so fucking awesome.  She is letting her guard down and showing me her
love!  If they were not two thousand feet in the air …
Dany moaned softly herself feeling Arya’s thick nipples rubbing her back
through the thin skin tight leathers Arya wore.  Gods she wanted Arya!  But she
had other duties to perform first.  Soon Arya.  Soon.
Arya pushed back slightly her body tensing with concentration.  “Zaldrīzes!” 
All three dragons turned their head to Arya.  Drogon’s head craned back on a
neck half twisted half around.  Daenerys felt her heart hammering again.  Like
Nymeria had accepted her, Daenerys, into her wolf heart her dragons now thought
of Arya as their mother too.  Daenerys smiled.  Even Drogon loved the girl
deeply now.
In a commanding voice “Drogon, Rhaegal, Viserion” they all stared at Arya with
single minded focus waiting to do her will.  “Winterfell el ắtlis” she pointed
at her home “Mirri ōdria uēpi dōrī drējī zgiēñisi, sepār hen mībājȳr udīr
ānogrosa anehussi Winterfell.  Elēni ñuhe jogeltigon sylutis, sepār jevon
jogeltigon sylussi. Yn kostosy daor.
Daenerys felt such pride.  Arya’s speak had been almost flawless.
The dragons roared as one and dove down towards Winterfell at a steep glide
path.  The air whistling by their wings as the dragons picked up speed.  The
dragons beat their wings to keep the camber of their wings tight as the dragons
plummeted towards Winterfell.  She gripped Drogon’s scales tight as she saw
Barristan and Strong Belwas hunch down leaning forward gripping their saddles
tight.
Drogon and his brothers were picking up speed as their wings beat with hard
beats and gravity increased their speed fast. 
Daenerys had her initial impressions of Winterfell.  She had seen it from up
high and once from low but then she had other matters on her mind.
Now she focused on the castle and its massive walls quickly coming up on her
and Arya.  She saw that the castle had an eighty foot high outer wall with the
inner walls up to one hundred feet in height.  She had noticed the dark granite
before but as she raced toward the old castle she noticed just how truly black
the stones were.  The stones may technically been called dark grey but coming
up on the walls they were black.  She could sense their ancient age and the
magic used to hewn them.  The stones of the ancient keep distinct and well
fitted but not with an imperfect fit unlike Highgarden or Casterly Rock.
This was a fortress for defense and the look and feel of the castle reflected
that.  The circular guard towers at the gate entrances were made of grey slate
on the pointed turrets adorning the top of each guard gate tower.  The drum
towers projected off the wall in half circles that stood out roughly ten feet
with arrow loops for archers to fire on invaders.  The Queen saw that the base
of the curtain wall had batters built along the base.  The angled stone set in
such a manner to make dropped stones bounce away from the curtain wall and into
the enemy. The batters also adding strength to the base of the wall walk. 
These walls would be hard to breech and the damage done to the enemy attempting
such a feat would be grievous to them. 
Daenerys knew that her dragons were a glorious sight as they dropped out of sky
like comets giving life from the celestial night sky.  Her black dread in the
lead with a white and green star on her wingtips.  The highlights that adorned
her dragon’s bodies were catching the sun and throwing them off in dancing
spangles.  The dragons bugled loudly their trumpets echoing off the castle
walls and the surrounding trees.
They were almost on the castle now.  The ground around the castle were kept
clear of the trees.  They were coming in from the opposite side of Winter
Town.  They were coming up the King’s Road.  Her dragons had looped down to the
cleared ground in front of the main East Gate in a sever glide path.  The air
pressure from the ground gave the dragons an uprush of air underneath their
wings.  Daenerys felt the tension in Drogon’s body as he strained his spine to
begin angling his body upwards.  His brothers mimicking his actions.  The
dragons immediately lifting their neck and pulling neck muscles pulling for
altitude.  The dragons jerked their front legs up into their bodies as their
wings canted hard to gain altitude.
Daenerys, Barristan, and Strong Belwas had total trust in their steeds as the
wall of Winterface raced up to greet them with a fatal embrace.  The three
dragons whooshed over the heads of the on lookers with only ten feet to spare. 
Daenerys and Arya glanced to right and left to see faces staring up at them in
awe and shock at the audacity they were seeing.  The raw skill and verve of the
three dragons and their riders.  The wind they generated creating small wind
devils and unbalancing gusts of wind.  The onlookers wildly buffeted and caste
into the embrasure and merions on the outside of the wall walk.  The Queen
heard brief squeals and shouts of excitement as they winged by. 
She and Barristan flew to the right of the great keep itself while Strong
Belwas banked Rhaegal to the left and disappeared behind the Great Keep and the
Great Hall that abutted it to the West.  One would think that Rhaegal had
plowed into the ground or ancient Keep itself.  Then the great dragon appeared
on the other side flying sideways as it passed over the other side of
Winterfell only then righting itself and beating its wings furiously to gain
altitude for another pass.
Daenerys flew her black dragon on straight ahead and whipped over the east wall
in a streak among cheers and shouts.  She saw adults waving wildly and children
jumping up and down in excitement.  Barristan had peeled Viserion to the right
and angled off over the corner of the castle wall and dove back down out of
sight.  Women were casting their favors up to the strong looking man with his
flowing white hair whipping in the white dragon’s slipstream.
Past the castle she gained altitude fast.  The black dragon’s body rising and
falling with the beating of its long strong wings.  Its tail swinging right and
left behind him sometimes rising and falling slightly keeping his body in
perfect trim.  He had risen back to a thousand feet fast.  Now the pale
Targaryen had Drogon wing over and again she raced towards the castle.  She saw
that the castle was on a small rise that gave the walls additional height
compared to the curtain wall.  The Great Keep was the same black stone with
four massive square turrets on each corner.  The building had narrow horizontal
windows with some filled with colored glass.  She assumed that would be royal
quarters.
Daenerys flashed by the Great Keep her dragon’s tail almost swishing over the
edges of the north tower on the Great Keep.  She felt the back pressure of the
wind pushing against the ancient black stoned building and pressing into
Drogon’s body.  Daenerys used that to angle her dragon away and as the dragon
angled over now flying upside down as she and Arya held on tight.  They were
over the curtain wall just twenty feet above it.  Just beyond the wall Drogon
whip barrel rolled back to normal horizontal flight.  She had Drogon drop down
beyond the wall and fly out half a mile before she gained altitude for another
high speed pass.
She looked over her shoulder and saw Barristan and Belwas as they flew in a
nose to tail flight path from the South and split at the last possible second
to avoid the massive Great Keep.  Daenerys saw that a stand of tall Fir trees
near the Great Keep with their broad boughs covered by melting snow weighing
the drooping branched down.  She knew this was not the famous Godswood.  She
dropped her jaw seeing Rhaegal flying sideways between a gap between two mighty
firs.  His body totally sideways and his bottom wing nearly hitting the ground
and his top wing near the tops of the trees.  Now Rhaegal was rising again. 
She wondered if Strong Belwas still had his lunch.  She need not worry.  The
Queen saw he was laughing in happy glee.
Something was not quite right but she could not quite put her finger on it. 
They had reached two thousand feet again.  “Hold on!” she whooped to Arya.  Her
lover gripped her body tight and hummed rubbing her cheek into Dany’s back. 
Daenerys felt so fucking alive!  Yes!  Arya was her lover!
Her dragon dropped like a stone and pulled up at the last moment pulling what
Maester Lape called G forces as the one hundred and ten foot dragon pulled up
flashing over the Fir trees to the North of the Great Keep. Daenerys knew that
the Great Hall could house over five hundred people.  The great hall attached
to the keep.  She looked down at a massive square that had a wild growth of
trees and in the center of it was a massive canopy of red leaves.
That was the Godswood with its ancient Weirwood tree with the face carved into
it.  She was slightly confused.  She had developed a good ability to judge
spaces and distances.  She had read that the Godswood was only four acres. 
This massive expanse of wild seeming growth must be closer to fifty or fifty-
five acres.  There was thick luxuriant growth of trees and brambles that
thickly covered the ground.  She felt ancient power wafting up from those
woods.  The old gods had a presence her yet Daenerys thought.
She suddenly registered where Belwas was taking Rhaegal!
“What the fuck!” she shouted and Arya looked down and had time just to gasp.
They saw Rhaegal headed towards the covered bridge he was coming in fast from
north his wings beating fast.  Then fast the green dragon folded his wings
tight to his body at the last second.  The dragon disappeared between the Great
Keep and the Armory.  They both gasped and held their breath expecting to see
dragon parts flying out the other side.  A split second Rhaegal appeared from
underneath the other side of the covered bridge unhurt with a laughing Belwas.
“I kill that idiot!” Daenerys shouted.  “If that wood had an extra coat of
turpentine they would have crashed into it!”
“Easy Dany” Arya soothed up to her Queen.  “Rhaegal will not do something he
knows he can’t do.” Arya patted Daenerys stomach gently and Dany immediately
calmed.  Arya her sweet was right.  Her dragons were very intelligent and like
birds simply knew what they could and could not accomplish in flight.  She had
Drogon once more fly up to a thousand feet to prepare for another pass.
She saw Barristan flying down the south wall upside down waving at the people
staring up at him.  He had Viserion in a slow glide.  The dragon’s wings
flexing to keep its glide path perfect and smooth for his beloved rider. 
Daenerys groused to herself.  Is everyone a showoff?!  She would show him up! 
She idly flipped Drogon down into a spiraling dive only pulling up at the last
moment passing over the First Keep and Broken Tower where she had first seen
her future wife through Viserion and Drogon’s eyes.  The dragon looking like a
black red streaked spinning top in its tight downward spiral.  Only at the last
moment did she pull Drogon out of the tight spin.  She banked hard as they
passed the outside wall.
“HOLD ON TIGHT!” she roared as she bent down and Arya followed pressing her
body tight.  Now she flew inverted over Winterfell.  Anything they can do I do
better she thought directly over the Great Keep their hair nearly brushing he
grey slate rooftops.  As they flew inverted Daenerys and Arya looked down into
the upturned faces of the people on the roof of the keep now.  The two groups
staring at each other.  The men and women on the roof top whooping loudly with
big smiles on their faces.  The men laughing and the women swooning from the
vapors!  Teach them to be a showoffs!
As they flew over Winterfell more she was convinced of her initial
observation.  Whoever mapped out Winterfell simply did not know trigonometry. 
The measurements were all wrong.  The person had simply under represented the
true dimensions of the ancient castle.
She flew her dragon up into an Immelmann turn gaining attitude and turning one
hundred degrees.
“Arya!  The measurements in the books I read are all off.  Way to small.  Why?”
She heard and felt Arya chuckle pressed into her back.  “About the time of
Aegoen Conquests a Maester from the Citadel traveled over Westeros to get
surveys of the great castles and get the recent history to update their tomes.
 They had never truly survived the North and meant to make amends.  It had been
many, many years since the Maesters visited the great castles.”
“He came to use last.  He was rotund and had a big beard.  He came to
Winterfell and looked around from the Great Keep.  He started to write down
distances and positions of buildings in the keep.  He did not seem that focused
on his work.  He really did like to eat and drink though or so our legends
say.”
“He told us that the Godswood was only four acres when everyone knew it was
almost sixty acres.  He just smiled and shook his head at us.  He reminded us
he was a Maester as he stuffed a turkey leg in his mouth while he wrote on his
parchment.  He got many things wrong for some reason when he did his
measurements and wrote down our history.  We were last on his journey.  We
thought that he was ready to go home to the Citadel.” 
“We assumed he had grown tired of his task.  He was sooooo sloowwww! in his
writing”  It took him nearly two years to finish half way what he started.  In
fact we are convinced he never did finish his work.”
“Is his name recorded?”
“Yes.  He had the strange name of George Martin.  He was nice but as a scribe
he left something to be desired.  To get such simple things as measurements
wrong.  And when we tried to explain to him that military forces could not
march as fast as he was writing down his eyes glazed over.
“Legends have it he was quite knowledgeable about Dragons and Valyria so I
think he was cool.  When you came out of the desert I reread the tome he left
on old Valyria.  I found it must illuminating.  I mastur—I read the tome many
times.”  She felt Arya squirm in embarrassment.  Soon Arya.  Soon.
“I did read that the scribes and prophets, David Benioff and D.B. Weiss, who
wrote A Song of Fire and Ice used his works as the text to craft the prophecy. 
I guess they didn’t care if many pages of his work was left blank.
“We just go with the flow.  We know what the true measurements are and that is
all that matters.”
Daenerys circled Drogon back around again.  She noticed winter town.  She found
the town interesting getting its name from the fact that it lies mostly
deserted during summer.  It was where smallfolk gathered in winter.  They would
work their small holdfasts in the warm months raising crops to eat and sell and
then moved into town with the coming winter snows which were always heavy in
the North. 
The town was located outside the walls of Winterfell on the other side of the
King’s Highway on the east side of Winterfell.  She saw that its market square
was filled with wooden stalls for merchants, while its streets were  muddy and
lined with rows of houses made from log and undressed stone.
She saw that the roads, squares and rooftops filled with people wildly waving
their arms many jumping up and down.  She sent Drogon into a dive and angled
towards the town.  She made a hot, fast pass down low over the buildings of the
backwash making children squeal, women clutch their skirts and men to stare. 
She zoomed up into the sky and half rolled out at a thousand feet.
She saw that Belwas had Rhaegal flying a tight circle keeping his circle within
the circumference of the castle walls.  The dragon flying on its side his wings
flapping lazily keeping his circle tight.  Barristan had Version leaping from
tower to tower on the great keep.  Viserion was keeping his talons on the top
of the merions and away from the people on the tops of the towers howling with
glee.
Show off! Daenerys roared to herself.  She looked down at Winterfell.  Inside
the walls, was a complex of dozens of courtyards and small open spaces used for
weapons training and practices that took place in those yards.  Off to one side
was an inner ward with its second, much older open space in the castle where
archery practice took place. It was located next to the broken tower.
She looked at the buildings.  She had seen something on the beaches of
Volantis.  She spotted the perfect building.  She showed Drogon what she had in
mind.  She asked her son if he could do it.
She felt his fiery response.  He was pissed.  Of course he could do it! he
raged back at his mother.  He snapped dived down.  Both women snatched forward
as the dragon dove straight down.  Dany held on hard to Drogon’s scales.  She
relished feeling Arya hugging her hard her body pressed into her made Dany
wet.  They broke out of the dive at the last moment as they headed for the
peaked roof of the Guest House.  Drogon came in fast his body aligned with the
apex line of the building. 
The dragon extended his lower legs and his feet.  He angled his feet back
slightly to expose his toe pads.  The black dragon arched his talons so they
barely touched the roof slate sending out showers of sparks.  The dragon spread
out its wings for balance.  The wings flitting up and down as they dragon moved
down the line of the roof top.  Arya squealed “What is he doing?” as the
dragoon slide down the roof line keeping his weight fully off the roof.  
“It’s called surfing!”
They reached the end of the building and the dragon dipped down and Drogon
pumped his wings hard once more gaining altitude. 
People were screaming in glee!  The people had maybe caught glimpses of her
dragons and that was with them usually flying on high but now the dragons were
barely flying over their heads!  She took Drogon back up to two thousand feet. 
She looked down the King’s Highway and saw Eddard’s party coming up the road.
They would appear around the bend in the road soon.
She spoke to her dragons.  Viserion and Rhaegal rose up to a thousand feet and
all three dove down. They trumpeted and now bellowed out great gouts of fiery
flame.  The long tongues of flame reaching out seemingly to touch buildings and
people but flaming out well short safely for the dragons had the ultimate
control over their fiery breath.  Now the people were in shock and awe at the
power added on top of the crazy acrobatics on full display.  The dragons
continued to buzz Winterfell and Winter Town.  She and her other dragons spun
and pirouetted in the sky cavorting in fast dives, twisting spinning descents
and wild twisting, turning rolls.  The dragons bellowing long tongues of flame.
At one time Dany was doing a big loop in the sky.  She had flown Drogon up and
then over the top with negative Gs had their hair hanging down.  They were in
the middle of the loop at their slowest moment just before the descent. 
Daenerys and Arya looking back down at the ground.  They began the down curve
of the inverted loop. 
“Fuucckkkkkkk!” Daenerys screamed with Viserion flying just in front of
Drogon’s nose and Rhaegal flyting just over them.  That was fucking close!
Show offs!
Arya cried out “I think I pissed myself!” with the near miss flybys. 
Eddard was nearing the gates of Winterfell now.  The three dragons now winged
down to land before the gates.  A huge crowd had gathered on the walls and in
the area before the gates.  The people were unsure seeing the behemoths coming
into land.  Their back peddling wings sending up huge gouts of convoluted wind
currents and dust storms.  The dragons landed lightly and looked around
unperturbed.  The crowd immediately relaxed sensing no danger from the great
beasts as they settled down onto their legs and tails.
Daenerys smiled at the excited milling.  She had succeeded.  She slipped off
Drogon turned and held up her arms.  Arya had been about to climb down but
smiled and slowly slid down to Daenerys hands as they gripped her ribs and
brought her down to the ground.  The two shared a smoky look of barely hidden
desires.  The time for subterfuge was ending.  The two women were both tired of
denying their desires. They stood side by side but separated when Eddard came
up to them. 
He slapped Daenerys hard on the back laughing at her audacity.  “I loved it!” 
He did not normally show emotion so Daenerys took that as a compliment.
She heard a familiar voice “Your back!”  Daenerys turned as Margaery and the
tall red head she had seen in her dragons’ eyes:  Sansa Stark.  The Queen’s
eyes shocked wide open.  They were holding hands with interlocked fingers! 
That is how lovers hold hands.  What!
“Father!” Margaery shouted and hugged Eddard as he swirled her in the Air. 
Daenerys saw Sansa smile with pure love at Margaery.
“How is my new daughter doing Margaery?”
Margaery began telling Eddard the recent news of Winterfell.  Sansa came up and
wrapped her arms around Margaery’s waist and bent down kissing her temple.
Oh Gods!  Eddard looked over at Daenerys as he put his arms over both women’s
shoulders and hugged the women to him.
Robb and Alys Karstark came up and hugged Eddard Stark.  Robb hugged both Sansa
and Margaery with obvious deep affection. 
Daenerys was stunned.  What is going on here?
Margaery was jumping up and down and kissed Sansa on the lips soundly.  Sansa
blushed but pulled the smaller woman to her and kissed her hotly on the lips. 
Now Daenerys mouth was hanging open.
No one even looked at them.  It was as if everyone considered it normal!  Sansa
and Margaery continued to kiss as Sansa picked up a squealing Margaery and spun
her in a slow circle still kissing her deeply now.  Her aerial had definitely
gotten everyone excited Daenerys mused.
She heard Rob and Alys telling Eddard and Arya about his wife.  They both
looked a little shaken at the news they were receiving.  Arya looked at her and
asked if she could go see her mother.  She had not seen her in so long.
Daenerys smiled and told her to go see her mother.  Daenerys started to meet
and greet her subjects of the North.  She had her duty as Queen to first
perform.
Eddard came up to her.  “Sansa and Margaery will be wed in the Godswood
Daenerys.  Robb and Alys will be wed at the same time.  We are hoping for a
third wedding my Queen” he told her softly and walked on to see his wife.
Daenerys stood their stunned.  She suddenly saw that Eddard Stark had played a
Game of Thrones within a Game of Thrones.
He had sent his daughter to her as both an emissary of the Warden of the North
but also letting his daughter come south to pursue Daenerys Targaryen.  He had
sent his little girl who had been in love with the Queen.  Her hopes had been
right!  My gods she whispered to herself I have Eddard’s blessing to
romantically pursue his daughter.   She turned to a knight talking to her not
hearing his words as he talked to her excitedly about meeting the Breaker of
Chains.  Eddard wanted her to wed Arya! 
 
Margaery
Margaery was in her future mother-in-law’s room.  She squeezed Catelyn’s hand
gently.  She was worried.  It had been a very difficult pregnancy for the older
woman.  Her pervious pregnancies had been easy but this one had been anything
but easy on the woman. It was clearly wearing the woman down.  Her body seemed
to be failing and had all worried and were on edge.
Maester Luwin with his expert care had made sure that Catelyn stayed off her
feet and had total bed rest.  His care and potions had gotten the wife of
Eddard Stark slightly through the middle of the third month of her third
trimester.  They wanted Catelyn to reach full term but the Maester felt that if
childbirth came early now the child would survive.  His answer about Catelyn’s
health had been less than convincing to Margaery.  She was very afraid. 
Maester Luwin had given Cat potions to settle her stomach and to replenish her
vitamins and minerals.  Cat had a hard time keeping any food down and her
digestive track was always upset now.  She had had to clean her sweet mother-
in-law many times.  The woman weakly protested at being as weak as invalid or
new born babe but Margaery and the woman she was to marry did not mind.  Sansa
gladly helped in the care of her stricken mother.
She would never had imagined herself ever doing something like that in her life
at Highgarden.  She did not mind.  Catelyn had been so supportive of her and
Sansa and their wedding to be in the Godswood.  It made her smile at how
Sansa’s mother had changed so much.  She had once been hell bent on marrying
Sansa off to some stupid insipid male Lord or even a Knight if necessary.
Now the woman had actively been planning her and Sansa’s wedding.  She had come
up with a beautiful ceremony.  It did not matter that Catelyn was tired and
worn with her difficulty pregnancy.  Catelyn Stark spent much of her time when
she had strength planning the marriage of her eldest daughter to Margaery
Tyrell.  This made the young scion of Highgarden love the woman fiercely.  They
had spent hours talking of the coming nuptials.  Margaery had more and more
time to be with Catelyn with the planning phase of the coming war being over.
The castle had largely emptied of the Lords, generals and knights that would be
fighting the war.  They had gone to the field.  That had changed over the last
few days.  Her new father had ridden south to meet the Queen and fully explain
to her his Game of Throne.  When the ravens came winging in saying the North
and South were united as one elation had filled Margaery’s heart.  The news had
been most excellent.  All had been forgiven.  Daenerys had made it clear that
Eddard was still firmly ensconced as the Warden of the North.  The local
Northmen and closest young lords too young to go to war and thus not travelled
to the wall had been pouring into Winterfell to greet their new Queen.
The news had been so good but it was tempered.  Over the last few days her
mother-in-law’s health had deteriorated.  Her strength weakened further and her
color had become paler.  Now, Cat murmured in her sleep and grimaced with
pain.  Maester Luwin had preserved Cat and the baby’s life but he was worried. 
She felt the same fear.  The Maester could not explain this slow deterioration
of Cat’s health and that alone put fear in everyone’s heart.
Her mother-in-law looked so drawn and pale.  Her face and hands were so deathly
pale.  Blue veins visible where none should be.  Her face was lined with lines
of pain and rue.  She had not put on nearly enough weight considering she was
heavy with child.  Her cheeks were drawn and her hands had deep gullies between
her knuckles.  Her hair was lank and when she looked at you her eyes seemed
hollowed out.  She had the look of one fading away.
Catelyn spoke lightly of her condition expressing full confidence of delivering
another healthy son to her beloved husband.  Margaery knew she was doing it for
her loved ones.  Catelyn too had a haunted look in her eyes.
Maester Luwin hoped that if they could get Catelyn into labor they would then
be out of danger.  This would be her sixth child.  Maester Luwin told the
gathered family that each birth came easier for a woman.  He put it that the
“plumbing is primed.  It remember the previous births.”  He hoped that now that
she was nearing her due date that the dire danger was past.
She squeezed Catelyn’s hand and looked at her mother-in-law.  She was so
drawn.  She squeezed the hand gently again.  Her mother-in-law’s hand was too
cold.  Margaery pursed her lips and told herself yet again all would be well. 
She had come to totally love this woman.  Catelyn had changed so much sense she
accepted her daughter’s homosexual love for herself.  Cat had been her biggest
defender when the more conservative elements expressed their concerns.
Catelyn Stark made it clear she totally supported Sansa and her love for
Margaery.  When it was understood that both mother and father supported the
union the protest quickly faded.  Margaery was not naïve.  She knew many still
did not approve but they did not dare oppose the Warden of the North.  The
North was still not very enlightened in matters of the right to love whom you
loved.
It had made her heart beat with pride for the older woman.  She had worked out
her opposition to her and Sansa’s marriage and was now their biggest
supporter.  She had in return been happy to support Catelyn in her pregnancy. 
She had been happy to care for and pamper the mother of Sansa.
She was happy to wash her mother-in-law’s body when she was too exhausted too. 
It put a big smile on her face to feed the woman her favorite ice cream or get
her pickles and cucumbers slices long after dinner.  She and Sansa would take
turns watching over Sansa’s mother after they had made love.  They sat with
Catelyn so Maester Luwin could get needed rest and perform his other duties.
Margaery and Sansa had taken to staying long into the night with Cat.  They had
a small bed pallet setup in the corner of the room that they would sleep in. 
They were forgoing lovemaking to make time to be with Catelyn.  Both young
women loved being there to care and comfort the older women when she would wake
up in pain or if she was craving some snack.  They loved caring for her.
Margaery fretted worrying over her mother-in-law.  If they could just get
through this pregnancy then all would be alright.  Once they had a new girl in
the Stark fold then Catelyn would recover her strength and they could enjoy the
new child and start planning their weddings.  Margaery just knew that that the
baby was in fact a girl.
Margaery’s thoughts turned to more pleasant thoughts.  She knew the Queen and
Arya would be arriving here back with Eddard Stark the man she considered her
second father.  She could not wait to see the queen wrapped around Arya’s
little finger.  The little she-wolf had that rouge charm that would capture a
bad ass warrior like Daenerys Targaryen.  The queen needed the fiery spirit
heavily laced with innocence that was Arya Stark.
Then, when Arya had gotten her Queen in her bed and went down on Daenerys she
would rock the Targaryen’s world.  Margaery remembered the sage advice she had
given Arya when she left to head south to her Queen and destiny.  “Remember,
first suck her clit slow and deep , then suck on it with harsh, fast sucks as
you flutter your tongue over it, and then lap, still sucking hard so you can
tongue lash the Queen clit’s with the flat of your tongue.  When you do that,
push your tongue down hard into her clit so you can rasp it with the length of
your tongue as you lick it.  Just keep licking and sucking hard - she’ll die
from it.”  There was so many ways to eat pussy but that was a guarantee love
kill.  Margaery wished she could have been there the first time Arya went down
on the Queen.
Margaery heard the door quietly opened and then closed.  Sansa came into the
room.  She paused looking at her mother lying in her bed looking so pale and
weak.  One thing Sansa never thought she would see was her mother so weak and
frail.  It was unnerving.  Catelyn Stark was always a force of nature full of
strength and vigor.  Sansa took a deep breath and walked over to the chair that
Margaery had had placed beside her mother’s bed.  She looked down at her lover
with a fond smile.
“How is she doing Margaery?”
“She is well considering everything.  She has grimaced in her sleep but nothing
untoward.  I will just be happy when the birth has come.  I worry for her
Sansa.  I truly do.  I just found her as my second mother and I don’t want to
lose her” Margaery spoke passionately.
She saw her love smile sadly.  She motioned for Margaery to stand up.  Margaery
did quickly.  Sansa sat down adjusting the chair slightly.  She then motioned
for Margaery to sit down on her lap.  Margaery loved how Sansa was so much
bigger than her and she could sit on her love and snuggled into her warm solid
body.  Margaery happily sat down on Sansa’s lap and leaned back into the taunt
stout body of her lover.  Sansa’s body always gave her a feeling of security
when Sansa wrapped her long strong around her body like now.
“Do you think she will be alright Sansa?” she asked her love.  She wiggled into
Sansa as Sansa stroked her back and kissed her forehead.  The Tyrell cooed
feeling her lover stroke her body comfortingly.  Normally, this would lead to
sex but not in this room.  Here it offered comfort for two frightened young
women caring for a beloved mother.
“She has to be Margaery.  She is such a powerful and dynamic woman.  I feel
that this pregnancy would have done in a less robust and strong woman.  She
should deliver any day now.  You heard Maester Lewin.  Once she has had the
baby then Mother should recover.”
Margaery thought she heard the slightest worm of doubt in her lover’s voice. 
She knew she had the same fear.  Sansa’s mother seemed to grow more wane and
drawn every day.  Catelyn Tully needed to have her child as soon as possible. 
Sansa had turned so she could reach out her free hand and touch her mother’s
arm.  Margaery saw the grimace flash over her lover’s face.  She had felt how
cool her mother’s skin was to the touch.
Something was gravely wrong with her mother-in-law pregnancy.  All knew it and
were hopeless to do anything about it.  They could only hope that her mother
would have her child sooner than later and her body could begin to heal.
That was Margaery’s hope.  That was what her heart said.  Margaery’s mind told
her another truth.
They stayed that way for a half an hour.  They talked softly about Cat and how
she had come to support them so strongly.  Sansa had told Margaery how adamant
her mother had been that Sansa marry a man.  It was Sansa’s duty to make House
Stark stronger by marrying the right man.  This made Sansa’s mother’s support
for them now all the sweeter.  They smiled talking of the wedding Catelyn had
planned.  It was truly beautiful.  Neither of them could remember a triple
marriage.
“Do you think my sister has wrapped the Queen around her finger Margaery?”
“I really don’t know how she couldn’t.  They are both so passionate and
impulsive.  I only saw a little of Daenerys Targaryen but she simply exuded
passion and sex.  She definitely had control of herself but I just now that
once your sister got under her skin it was conquest over and out.  I can’t see
either woman long denying their love.  Your sister has wanted Daenerys since
she was only a legend marching east across Essos.  Her passion for the pale
Targaryen only grew.  Yes.  They are lovers now” Margaery pronounced.  One
thing she knew was lesbian amore.  Those two women were simply made for each
other.
“I guess you are right.”  Sansa chuckled.
“What’s so funny my love?”
“I was just remembering her defying our mother no end.  Arya driving me crazy
with her antics and refusing to sew, take etiquette lessons, refusing to wear
dresses, her fowl mouth when she wanted to, her running out and playing in the
dirt and coming back covered in mud.  I could go on for hours.”
Margaery chuckled.  “Like I said Arya is definitely a wild one.  It is that
wildness that has by now long since captured a certain Targaryen’s heart.  I
offered myself to Daenerys along with my hens.  We were rejected.  I was pissed
and hurt but I knew as we paraded before her it was a lost cause.”
“How so?” Sansa asked.  Margaery had not talked of this to her before.
“I could see it looking at her Sansa.  This was a warrior.  This was a woman
who still soft by appearances but she was also Valyrian steel at her core.  I
knew only a warrior could capture that woman’s heart.  You and I are warriors
of the bedroom.  Daenerys Targaryen needs a true warrior of the battlefield. 
She needed a woman of marital prowess.”
“Thus, your sister.”
Sansa chuckled again nodding again at Margaery’s sage assessment of her sister
and Daenerys.
“My father used to yell out ‘She is possessed by the wolf’.  She is definitely
half wolf.  They heard a loud whine at the door and hard scratching.
Margaery got up and lightly stepped to the door and opened it up and smiled at
the Direwolf that easily came up to her shoulder.  The great wolf licked
Margaery all over face with wolfie kisses.  The wolf rubbed her flank into
Margaery and whined in pleasure when her second master scratched behind her
ears and rubbed her underneath her neck.  The wolf shuddered in pleasure.  Lady
whined in pleasure and pressed into Margaery seeking even more contact with her
other mistress.
Margaery walked back to her lover with Lady at her hip and sat back down in
Sansa’s lap.  Sansa reached out to pet and scratch Lady.  The direwolf whined
more in happy pleasure her long tongue lulling out.  After a minute the
direwolf gently stepped up on the bed and laid down beside Catelyn.  The large
wolf wiggled in close to Catelyn her body pressed into the side of her master’s
mother.  She shared her body’s heat with Catelyn.  The pale woman murmured and
smiled a small smile feeling the warmth on her side.  Lady put her snout down
on her forepaws and went to sleep. 
It touched both young women how the Direwolf did all she could to bring comfort
to Sansa’s mother.
They sat and murmured at the day’s events to each other and watched over
Catelyn.  They both knew that Sansa’s mother was very ill.  They could only
hope that Maester Luwin skills and medicinal poultices saw their mother
through.  Margaery had just come to know the woman and already loved her so
deeply.  She turned from such unsettling thoughts.
“Are you anxious to see Arya?” Sansa asked her lover in a conspiratorial tone.
Margaery smirked snuggling closer into her lover’s ample bosom.  “Yeah.  I
can’t wait to hear how my cunninglingus advice worked.  It sure has made you
scream many a night” Margaery leered at her sweet love.  “I want all the
details on how hard the Queen cummed in Arya’s mouth.”
She felt the fingers in her hair stop massaging her scalp for a moment.
“You know you are a horndog don’t you Margaery” her lover chuckled down to her.
“Tell me you wouldn’t listen to all the juicy details.  When you see my hens
tell me you won’t want to watch them fuck?”
She felt a shiver run through her lover.  “Yeessss!” Sansa whimpered.  The
fingers that had resumed massaging her hair were just that little bit more
aggressive.  Yes her lover was coming along.  She was slowly but surely getting
Sansa to accept the possibility of a polygamous relationship.  Margaery loved
Sansa dearly but she also loved the women she had grown up with.  She would
sacrifice them if she must to have Sansa’s love.  She had feared that but that
fear was slowly fading. 
Sansa was proving to be quite the voracious slut.  Sansa would have the heart
to love Margaery and her hens as well.  It would be so glorious.
Margaery moved her mouth up and nipped her lover’s throat.  Sansa gasped.  So
responsive.  Now was not the time to let nature to take its course though.  She
had to ask though.  She had been slowly opening up Sansa’s horizons on matters
of sex and partaking of pleasure and accepting open relationships.  She needed
reassurance that her hopes were indeed based on reality and not wishful
thinking.
“You know I got more letters from them don’t you?  My hens.”  Margaery had
regaled Sansa with long descriptive tales of her past debauchery with her
hens.  It got Sansa so hot and aggressive.  She always fucked Margaery hard
after a few tails of hot fucking.  Sansa simply wore Margaery’s pussy and
butthole out with her 11” strap-on.  Then there were the times Sansa filled
Margaery’s cunt with her twisting plunging fist.  Margaery then shivered
remembering the feel of Sansa’s fist slamming up her asshole burying it so deep
with twisting thrusts that had Margaery screaming so hard and falling into half
comatose stated of hard cumming that tore her belly open with womb clawing out
her belly the contractions were so hard and many.
“Yeesssss!” was Sansa’s sibilant reply. 
“They want you Sansa.  They want us to be one big happy brood of hens.  They
want to bow down before you as I do.  You are the cock and we are you hens if
you want us.  I am yours no matter and will forgo if you demand it.  I’m yours
totally.”
She wiggled into her lover sighing.
“It would be so beautiful.  I grew up and came of age with them.  I do miss
them so but my life is with you Sansa. I will not jepord—“ she stopped when
Sansa put her finger on her lips.
Sansa rocked her body to give Margaery the soft motions she liked and rubbed
her back.  Margaery cooed.  She supposed it was too much to ask for.
Sansa brought her mouth to Margaery’s ear and traced the delicate shell with
her tongue tip.  Margaery shivered in primal want.  Gods what this woman did to
her.  Sansa breathed warm breath into her ear making Margaery whimper.  Then
she spoke softly.  “I can’t wait to meet your brood Margaery … and fuck them
soooo good.  I will suck them off in turn and claim them as I claim you my
sweet slut!  I am brave and sure enough in our love to share both you and
myself with your brood.  It will be sooooo good.”
Margaery softly wept in such happiness.  Sansa tilted Margaery body away from
her body.  Sansa leaned down and kissed away Margaery’s tears of pure
happiness.  Sansa was her perfect mate!  Sansa hummed rubbing Margaery’s back. 
Sansa was so happy but for her concern for her mother.
Sansa reached out and stroked her mother’s pale forearm.  She had had her
conflicts with her mother but she had resolved them when her mother accepted
her homosexuality and her love for Margaery so completely.  Catelyn had
softened so much recently. Her father getting her mother to accept her
daughters’ true natures seemed to have made her mother reevaluate so many
things. 
Her mother had literally thrown herself into her efforts when she had the
strength on planning their weddings.  Her mother just had to be at the
weddings.  Sansa knew life moved on and all must die but her mother was still
so young.  She could not go down that road with her thoughts.
She and Margaery sat in their chair and Sansa smiled feeling Margaery asleep
her face snuggled onto her bosom.  Her sweet love snored softly.  Her lover
helped her with castle duties, war planning when necessary and still carved out
major portions of her day and nights to care for her mother. It only made her
love Margaery all the more. 
Sansa would be exhausted after intense lovemaking. She would snuggle with
Margaery and go to sleep.  When she would awake in the night she would feel
Margaery missing.  She panicked the first few times getting up and searching
desperately for her love fearing she had grown tired of her.  Her insecurities
flooding her body and shattering her new found confidence like a dropped fine
porcelain cup.
She found her lover with her mother comforting her and talking to her mother. 
A few times she had gotten on the bed and gone to asleep beside Catelyn gently
holding her increasingly frail mother.  Her mother had soaked up the love. 
Sansa was so grateful for her lover’s great big heart.
Sansa had decided if Margaery could love so many so could she.  She was
satisfied that Margaery’s hens and herself were the only ones that would touch
Margaery’s heart and soul.  Their sex was just a manifestation of that love. 
Margaery relayed how her hens were fucking the maid staff bowlegged in King’s
Landing.  Sansa had been at first shocked but her thoughts had changed
totally.  Now she hungered to fuck these women along with Margaery and their
hens.  Pleasure should be shared with many.  The love would be for Sansa and
her hens with Margaery being her Queen Hen.
An hour later Maester Luwin came in.  He came up to Sansa who looked up at
him.  Margaery woke up and smiled at the kindly man.
He smiled gently. “Let me sit awhile with your mother.  An outrider has just
returned from the picket line.  Your father is coming.  He saw the Queen’s
dragons take to the air.  Rumor from my Maester brothers is that the Queen
likes to make a grand entrance.”
Margaery got up and stretched.   She helped Sansa up.  Catelyn was still
asleep.  She slept too much Margaery worried.  Still the Maester thought the
gravest danger had passed with Catelyn reaching full term with the baby.
She and Sansa hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a chicken pot pie and a glass
of milk each and took their food to the castle walls and stood over the main
east gate.  They chatted and feed each other.  If their father was coming home
and the Queen was with them then it could only mean Arya was with them.
Margaery was excited.  Things between her and the wild wolf child had calmed
down greatly since she had tried to rip Arya’s hair out for daring to pluck her
sweet Sansa’s ear.  The girl was charming and nice once you got past her rough
tomboy ways.
They finished their meal and were drinking their milk when they appeared on the
Southern horizon.  People on the walkway were suddenly pointing and tension
mounted in the air.  Sansa’s breath caught.  She saw off several miles a black
star that swallowed the light with two glowing stars circling off to either
side.  The stars come down from the heavens floating effortlessly in the sky.
The dragons circled for a time marking time. Then she gasped as the dragons
suddenly picked up speed and started a sharp glide down.  The dragons were
angling in their direction and she realized that the dragons were aiming for
the East Gate.  The gate they were standing over.  The dragons now were just
over the ground and coming impossibly fast towards the castle wall.
They were too low!  They were below the top of the curtain wall of Winterfell. 
Margaery had lost sight of them.  The crash would be horrible!  Sansa squealed
and buried her face in Margaery’s hair.  At the last possible moment the
dragon’s glided up just over castle walls fast like crossbow bolts in a
hurricane of wind that buffeted and shook the young lovers.  The people around
them were screaming in happiness at the audacity and skill of the Queen and her
dragons.  Margaery’s eyes had bulged out seeing the dragons’ bellies, legs and
tails whipping by just above their heads.
The dragons roared over her head the heat from Drogon like hot summer breeze as
he flashed past.  “Holy shit!” she exclaimed.  Sansa squealed again as Margaery
turned her head to track the dragons split and zoomed around the Great Keep and
disappeared for a moment only to appear further on gaining altitude.  Holy snap
they had balls!
For the next forty minutes the dragons performed wild acrobatics.  Slowly Sansa
got comfortable enough with the aerial feats to not constantly push her face
into Margaery’s hair and not squeal like a stuck pig.  That was reserved for
their bedroom! Margaery groused to herself.  She was the only who should be
able to make Sansa squeal like that!  Well her hens too but they were in King’s
Landing.
On the third pass by the black dragon over the east gate they finally saw what
they had hoped to see.  The dragon’s body was tilted over flying between the
bell and library tower.  The black dragon flashing behind the library tower
like a mirage and then it was over the south wall and again flying up.
Sansa was squealing again.  “Did you see?  Did you see?!”
“Yes I did my love!”
On Drogon’s back was the Queen with her long white hair whipping in the
slipstream of the dragon’s fast flying body.  On the Queen’s back was a woman
with shoulder blade length brown hair hugging the Queen’s body tight as she
leaned into the Targaryen.
Margaery was elated.  Arya had bed the Queen!  She couldn’t wait to hear all
the juicy wet details.  Gods she loved having sex described to her almost as
much as seeing and doing it!
Sansa was squealing and jumping up and down in her happiness for her sister. 
Sansa’s breast bouncing on her chest was doing very pleasant things to
Margaery’s pussy and nipples!  Gods she was going to ab-so-fucking-ly devour
her sweetie tonight!
Margaery and her sweet wolf were thoroughly entertained by the dragons and
their riders.  The way they dove and barely missed the edifices of Winterfell
and Winter town.  One time Viserion actually plowed a field in the compound he
flew so low with his dangling claws.   You would be looking at one dragon and
suddenly from behind another dragon or maybe two! would swoop by.
One time the dragons flew in a loose triangle keeping perfect formation on
several passes and then flew straight up and at thousand feet went off in
different directions as they rolled to upright and flew off to gather speed for
another pass.
Then the dragons stated to roar with near ear splitting roars and bugling. 
Soon long peals of fire filled the sky.  Each mighty roar of fire made loud
screams of joy erupt around the large Winterfell compound and in Wintertown.
All too soon her new father’s party had arrived at the East gate and the
dragons were landing.  Sansa was filled with energy and passion.  Gods she was
going to be so randy tonight Margaery thought lasciviously.  Margaery shivered
at what sweet debaucheries she and her sweet would do tonight.  She knew she
would be on her knees giving head to Sansa’s thick long strap-on gagging on it
as she did deep throat.  She prided herself on her oral skills.  She had
thought that if she had had to marry some male she had better get good orally
to make them come fast so she could get back to her hens.
Then Sansa would pound the living shit out her happy pussy and ass.  Margaery
shivered again as Sansa jerked her along behind her and down to the ground. 
Margaery loved it when Sansa controlled her body so easily.  She looked at
Sansa’s ass as her love dragged her along.  Then they were hugging her father
and he was so happy to see her.  HER!  Gods she loved that man.  She looked
over at Daenerys and Arya.  She frowned.
Something was most definitely not right.  With that wild ride they should be so
pumped up they would be all over each other.  Both women were flushed and
covered with sweat from all the exertions of holding on for dear life from the
wild gyrations of the dragons.  Wild exertions got the blood to flowing and the
libido a rocking Margaery knew.  The two should be all over each other in a hot
lover’s clench with arms wrapped around each other pulling each other tight to
their lover’s body.  Margaery was waiting to see some hot tongue actions and
then … welllll … nothing?  What the fuck!
They stood close but not close enough.  Daenerys was eating Arya alive with her
eyes but not her hands and mouth.  Eddard said something to Daenerys and her
mouth nearly unhinged but a look of elation quickly filled her face.  Arya
moved into Winterfell to go see her mother.
She left Sansa who was staring agog at Rhaegal who lowered his head and she was
petting his head.  Geez!  Sansa was squealing again.  She was only supposed to
squeal like that for her and in the future with their hens.  She sounded like
she was having a freaking orgasm!
Arya was nearing the Great Keep entryway when she caught up to Arya.
Arya hugged her.  While they embraced “What is wrong Arya?  Why aren’t you and
the Queen fucking … okay let me calm down … why haven’t you bed the Queen?” as
they walked into the keep.
“Oh Margaery!” Arya exclaimed.  “I have been so unsure.  I was convinced she
did not love me.  Well I would think she did but then I was sure she did not
love me!  It has been so fucking frustrating.”
Margaery was godssmacked.  Arya was not a wolf but a Chihuahua!  This was
unacceptable!  Had Arya been all blather?!
“But that changed today.  She looked at me with raw lust!  Dany looked at me
like she never has before.  It was direct and I felt a connection with her that
was so fucking primal!” Arya nearly panted.
Margaery did not hear that.  She was still processing that Arya and Daenerys
had not been shagging for months.
“Arya my gods!  She is eating you alive with her eyes.  She wants you so bad it
is almost painful to see.”
They were walking slowly moving up to the royal quarters talking softly.
“You think so?  She seems to have really changed today!  Am I fooling myself?”
Arya asked with rising hope.
“Arya one thing I know is desire … it pouring off her in waves and all of it
directed towards you … my gods Arya when she fucks you—you are going to scream
so loud.  That woman exudes sexual prowess and animal skills … you do remember
what I told you don’t you?”
Arya blushed hard “Yes” she replied bashfully.
“Good.  I want you to give as well as you get.  Make her scream and fill your
mouth with her cum Arya.  You hear me!”
 
Arya
“Yes!  Yes Margaery.  I feel more confident already.  If I had had you in
King’s Landing I would have bedded her long ago!”  Arya spoke confidently but
she feared she would wilt again once separated from her coach.  True she had
seen a fire in Daenerys eyes today that had her body on fire.  It was just that
Daenerys was so worldly and knowing while she felt so innocent, sheltered and
provincial.
She walked deeper into the Great Keep heading up the stairs to the royal
quarters.  She already felt her confidence waning a little.
“Margaery?  Why hasn’t Dany taken me if she is so hot for me?  Shouldn’t she
have forced herself on me if she wanted me so bad?  Seduced me?”
The two walked on and Arya could see Margaery thinking hard on the subject. 
“You know I can see your viewpoint … but I think I know why not.”  She looked
at Arya with a thoughtful look.
“I have read all the files your father has gathered on your Queen.  She was
sold off to Khal Drogo at age thirteen and raped and taken as his wife.  I
think that would have broken must innocents as all the reports made clear
Daenerys was at that point.  She was small, sacred young girl sold into slavery
basically.  She was taken by a man she did not love every night.  She was only
a fuck toy for his enjoyment to begin with.  The Willy woman soon bent the Khal
to her will but that was not how that relationship started.  No.  To begin,
Daenerys Targaryen was a scared little girl.
“I think that has made her extremely hesitant to ever ‘force’ herself on a
woman.  She knows to intimately what it means to be raped.”
Arya nodded her head.  She could definitely see that in Daenerys.  She was
always so solicitous towards her.  It warmed her heart just thinking on it. 
Daenerys was quick to offer support and give her shoulders rubs she did not
need.  She always wanted to hear her thoughts and share their meals.  Daenerys
listened to all Arya had to say and Arya could tell that Daenerys always gave
Arya her full attention.
“What I can’t fathom is why she ignored your overtures?”
They walked down the hall in silence.  Arya saw Margaery look at her with at
first a questioning look and then one of rising frustration. 
“You did signal your desires to her by flirting with her … shamelessly?”
Margaery asked Arya with a tone of shocked wonder.
Arya continued to walk down the hall looking down and in silence.
Margaery slapped her forehead with her palm.  “Arya Arya … my sweet little
Chihuahua …”  Margaery repeated Chihuahua several times under her breath
shaking her head in disbelief. 
“Stop calling me that!” Arya retorted hotly.
Margaery turned her head slightly and arched a perfect eyebrow “How many times
did you show Daenerys affections or desires … did you ever flirt with her?”
“Nooooooo!” Arya whined.  “I expected her to lead us!”
“Yes that is strange.  I guess the ghost of the Dothraki Sea still haunts her. 
I feel though that the way I saw her looking at you outside the gates that she
has decided to make her desires known to you Arya. … Please don’t blow it when
she does.”
“Aarrggggg!” Arya ground out.  She promised herself she would be ready.
They reached the door to her parent’s chambers.  Margaery gripped her arm
lightly. 
“Arya.  Your mother’s pregnancy has been rough on her.  She is worn down but
Maester Luwin tells us that the worst is passed.  She should give birth at any
time now.  Then she can heal.  Your mother is still young but somewhat old to
be with child.”
Arya nodded her head and Margaery opened the door. She saw Maester Luwin
sitting by the bed.  He obscured her full view of her mother as she stepped
into the room.
She noticed her father was gone.  He must have done a quick check on his wife
and seen her okay and then rushed off doing important Warden duties.
“Hhhuuunnggggg!” Arya gasped stepping around the Maester and seeing her mother
for the first time since she left nearly seven months ago.  She shivered hard. 
When she had left her mother was full of strength and vigor and her body strong
and pink with health.
This was not the woman she saw lying on the bed with Lady lying beside that
woman.  The wolf looking worried at the woman’s drawn sleeping face.  This
woman resembled her mother but was only a shadow of her.  Her skin was pale and
callow.  Her hair lank and lifeless.  Her eyes were sunken as were her cheeks. 
Her hands looked skeletal.  Her belly was big with child but her arms and legs
were too thin. 
Arya felt alarm in the marrow of her bones.
Maester Luwin got up and came to Arya and gripped her shoulders gently.  “Child
it is not as bad as it seems.  Your mother has had a difficult pregnancy but
she has stabilized over the last several weeks.  I feel that once the child is
delivered she will mend.”
“The child is healthy and strong.  It kicks constantly and changing positions. 
It has lowered in her womb positioning itself for its birth.”
“I cannot be sure but some Maesters have written of this condition.  It is rare
and not all believe in it.  In some way the blood of the child and the mother
is mixing and the baby is in effect poisoning your mother.  All women go
through this.  This is why women have morning sickness and their stomachs as so
nauseous.   But the woman’s body adjusts.  Unfortunately, sometimes it does not
as in your mother’s case.”
“Once the child, the source of the ‘poison’ is removed, then the mother’s body
can heal.  Soon your mother will be healing.”
“Are you sure?” Arya asked worriedly. 
“Nothing is certain in this life sweet child … but women recover from cases as
severe as this.  I don’t see why your mother should not be one of those women.
Margaery looked at Maester Luwin.  “You never said this before.  Why not?”
“I did not want to worry everyone with something we cannot change.  I did not
want to plant the seeds that the child itself was the malady.  It would not
have changed anything knowing this and some may have said to force the
pregnancy before the baby was ready.  No.  Catelyn Stark will give birth soon
and the crises will have passed.”
Arya clung to that.  She sat down in the chair that the Maester had been
sitting in.  Her worries over Dany temporarily forgotten.  She took her
mother’s hand and stroked it gently.
Arya now felt extreme guilt for every cross word she had ever had with her
mother.  Maybe she could have been less angry and tried to at least see her
mother’s side.
Margaery and Maester Luwin pulled over several more chairs.  Margaery joined
Arya and they made small talk watching Arya’s mother.
Half an hour later Lady raised her head and her tail swished excitedly.  Sansa
came in.  She talked to Maester Luwin who had gone to meet Sansa by the door. 
They talked quietly.  She then came into the room.
Arya stood up and hugged her sister tightly.  Seeing her mother like this made
her appreciate her sister like she had never before.  Sansa sat in the chair on
the other side of Margaery and joined in the vigil over Catelyn Stark. 
After another fifteen minutes the Maester came over with a bowl of cool water
and he gently toweled Arya’s mother’s forehead with it.
Catelyn’s eyelids fluttered and she came awake.  She looked at the three women
sitting beside her.  She smiled weakly at Sansa and Margaery.  Then her eyes
registered Arya and her smile suddenly became stronger and brighter.  “Arya”
she spoke weakly “Oh my sweet child.  You’ve come back in time to greet your
new brother into the world.  Oh how I have prayed for this Arya.”
Arya felt a lump form in her throat.  “I would not miss the blessed event for
anything mother.  You are looking good.”
Catelyn smiled weakly.  “I do feel better.  I feel I am recovering.  Maester
Luwin has been taking very good care of me.  But it has been Margaery Tyrell
that has made this pregnancy bearable.  She has been a godsend sent by the
seven.”
Margaery blushed and then blushed harder when Catelyn gripped her hand with
both of her bony hands.
“My daughter could never have made a better choice in a mate than you my sweet
Margaery Tyrell.  I will ever thank the Mother for sending you here to
Winterfell.”
The Maester sat down on the other side of Catelyn.  Lady jumped off the bed and
sat down between Margaery and Sansa and woofed softly when both women scratched
her head and ears. 
Margaery, Sansa and Arya helped her mother sit up as they piled pillows behind
her.  Maester Luwin spoon fed their mother a warm brooth of chicken soup and
medicinal herbs.  Some color returned to Catelyn’s cheeks.  Catelyn seemed to
have her strength returning.
Maybe the Maester was right.  Arya heard the door opening again and being
gently closed.  She sensed two presences that were a part of her.  Her father
and the love of her life stepped into view beside on the open side of the bed.
Arya’s mother saw her husband and reached out to her husband.  Her eyes leaked
several tears.  “I can feel the baby kicking Ned.  Your son is so strong.  Just
like you my husband.”
Eddard gave his wife his most winning squint smile and came beside the bed and
got down on one knee and took her hand and gently kissed it.  All the women in
the room knew that this was true love between two souls.  All longed for such
love.  Two knew they had it and two more longed to be sure of such love.
As her father talked gently to her mother Arya looked at Daenerys.  She had
seen the shock register on Daenerys face when she first saw her mother.  She
was sure her face had registered such a shock.  She knew she had the same
thought that she had first seen her mother. 
She is dying.  She had been rocked to her core.  Dany had hid it immediately
with her face of regal calm and control but Arya had seen.  She watched Dany
move to the other side of the bed.  Her mother was indeed looking stronger. 
The broth was reviving her.  Arya felt better.  Maybe their initial
observations had been incorrect.
The Queen of Westeros went down to one knee beside her mother’s bed.  Catelyn
looked at her and then registered who this must be.  She started to try and get
up.
‘No Catelyn!  Stay in bed and conserve your strength.  I have come to pay
homage to the wife of the Warden of the North and to give my salutations and my
blessing on the miracle of life you are about to bring forth into the world.”
“When is the girl due?”
“My son should be born at any time” Arya’s mother replied.  Arya sighed. 
Somethings never changed.  Arya smiled softly.  “I will give my husband another
fine strong son.  A son who will become a strong Lord or Knight.  My husband
deserves another fine son.”
“Of course my loyal Queen of the North.  My mistake.  I once had a daughter so
I guess my heart always leans that way.”
All saw the pain that crossed the Queen’s face.
Arya longed to take Dany into her arms and kiss away her hurt.
Catelyn looked unsure afraid she had upset the Queen.
“Do not worry Catelyn.  We all have our preferences for a child and it was a
long time ago now.”
The Maester had brought over several more chairs.  Eddard and the Queen sat
down.  Eddard near his wife and the Queen by Arya.
Dany took Arya’s hand and squeezed it.  “I’m sure your mother will be alright
Arya.  She is under expert care.  She is looking better” Daenerys spoke softly
to Arya.  The Queen went to release her hand and Arya reached over with her
other hand to take Dany’s hand in both of her hands.  She ran her thumb along
the top of Dany’s hand.  She watched Dany’s body relax and eyelids flutter
closed.  Yes.  She needed to show Daenerys her true feelings. 
The Maester was able to feed Arya’s mother two bowls of the medicinal broth and
her mother did indeed look better.  She now had color to her cheeks. She seemed
stronger.  Her voice talking to them was stronger.  Her husband made her
chuckle and his insights made her nod in agreement.
Arya was thrilled hearing her mother ask Sansa and Margaery if they were
thinking of their bridal gowns.  They then talked of that for fifteen minutes. 
Arya saw her mother looking at her and Dany. She saw her father catch her
mother’s eyes and shake his head subtly ‘no’.  Now was not the time.
Half an hour later Eddard and Daenerys had to excuse themselves.  They had more
war meetings to attend.  He gently called to Sansa.  She got up and left with
them.  Arya and Margaery moved in closer to be near their mother.
An hour later Catelyn had gone to sleep.  Color had returned to her face and
hands.  Arya felt great relief.  Maester Luwin must be right.
She went down to the kitchen and ate with the staff and some maids.  Margaery
had gone to join in the war meetings.  All were getting ready for the final
push to the wall and war.  Arya knew that Eddard and her Queen were busy
working on strategy.  Her sister and her lover had gone to join them. 
Those things did not interest Arya in the least.  She heard a whoof and Nymeria
had came bounding in and ate the chicken off Arya’s plate.  With the wild
acrobatics they had done today Nymeria had not been able to be on the ride. 
Arya had sent her wolf off the night before to run with her Northern brothers
and sisters. 
Arya picked out pine needles and brambles from her wolf’s fur.  She then
scratched her ears as she asked for a big plate of chicken legs and breast. 
Nymeria dug into the plate happily wolfing down the food.
As Arya scratched her wolf Arya thought she was like her Direwolf.  She was a
warrior and not a general.  She wanted to be pointed toward her Dany’s enemies
and she would dispatch them.  She was more than happy to let her Queen, father
and siblings plan the war.  She would fight in it. That was enough for her.
Arya looked around the kitchen.  All was as she had left it. The people were
happy and full of gaiety.  Her father’s realm was well.  She knew that Robb
would continue the good rule of the North.
Now Westeros had a chance to know the same type of wise benevolent rule.  Dany
would be a great Queen that minstrels would sing about.  She only hoped that
the minstrels would sing of her beautiful warrior Queen at Daenerys’s side who
was always beside Daenerys in her Queen’s battles.  Or off in on special
mission serving her Queen.
She wondered again about what her mission in Braavos would entail.  She did not
want to leave Dany but she also wanted to prove herself to Dany.  You can
depend on me Dany to do your service Arya thought to herself.  She wanted to
show Dany she able to meet any challenge set before them.
Her talk with Margaery had bucked up her backbone.  It was time for her and
Dany to become lovers.  She would try and not be a “chicken shit” anymore.  She
smiled at her derogatory term for herself. 
It was hard to keep your confidence when the object of your lust is so fucking
hot.  She would grip her courage and not shy away when the opportunity arose
again.
She was sure she would not falter.  She was positive.  Well pretty sure.  Kinda
sure.  Arrragggggg!
Arya yawned.  It had been a long day.  She got up and a chambermaid greeted
her.
“You are tired my lady.  Your bedchambers have been refreshed and the fire
lit.”
Arya shook her head.  She was tired.  Nymeria came up beside Arya as she walked
out the kitchen.
Tomorrow was another day full of possibilities.
***** Revelations *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: had major brain freeze setting up to post next chapter and
     wound out deleting first two chapters. Had to restore so you may be
     getting prompt i have published today.
     Posting chapter 45 a day early.
                                  Revelations
                  Sansa / Eddard / Daenerys / Arya / Daenerys
 
Sansa
Sansa was standing on the walkway on the curtain wall over the east gate. 
Sansa loved looking out over the land of her birth.  The air was cold and
crisp.  The air was still and she could hear the sounds of birds chirping in
their roosts along the eves of the buildings.  Other birds flitting in the
bushes looked for any unpicked berries.  She smelled wood and coal oil in the
air.  Sansa looked at the chimneys of Winter Town.  Smoke curling out the brick
chimneys.  The smoke spreading out forming layers in the still air.  She
counted three layers
Master Luwin had told her that the reason for the different layers were the
different properties of wood and coal oil.  Each being different from the other
and thus picked a different height to settle out.  Each type of wood drifting
out to its own layer in the damp morning air.  She loved this smell.  She
called it the smell of ‘morning’.  The air heavy with moisture from the
previous night’s condensate trapping the night’s burn of heating fuel.  She had
always smelt this smell since she was a little girl.  To Sansa this was the
smell of home. 
Sansa looked up at the bright sun burning low in sky.  The rays of sunlight
making the trees of the Wolfswood seem to be magical with how they glowed a
vibrant green.  The stands of trees marching off to the horizon.  The conifers
like pillars reaching up to the heavens.  She had always wondered if magical
creatures still walked those woods.  She doubted it but she did wonder.
She agreed whole heartedly with her father’s decree that all predator species
were to be protected.  She hoped to one day have other Direwolves running wild
and free below the wall.  She felt Lady brush up against her leg.  The wolf
whined when she was not patted.  Sansa reached out absently and scratched
Lady’s ear.  The Wolf whined in pleasure pressing into the fingers.  Her long
tongue licking the hand giving her so much pleasure.  The wolf sat down and
leaned into the hand giving her the scratches she craved from her mistress.
Sansa had so much to be happy about.  Her love had come to her and she would
never have to worry about Margaery again being taken from her.  Her father and
now mother would have them wed.  Sansa shivered just thinking of the triple
wedding that her parents were planning.  She rested her elbows on the embrasure
and basked in the warm sun.  She had on a cape of sable that highlighted her
auburn hair that ran down her back.
Her mother had made a miraculous recovery it seemed.   She had been fading away
and it had set a pall over the castle.  All had been so afraid that she would
not bring her baby to term and both would perish.  It seemed like Arya and
Daenerys sudden appearance had caused her mother to rebound.  Sansa smiled at
the sight of her mother cooing and all lovey-dovey with Arya.  It seemed the
rancor of the past had been swept underneath the rugs.  Sansa was happy for
that.
Sansa again reflected on how much improved her mother’s health had become.  She
had been so wane.  Her skin pallor made Sansa and Margaery think of death.  Her
mother had not been able to eat.  Caitlyn Stark was eating the broth that she
was fed and eating a little chicken now.  Her color had started to return. 
Sansa had been saying prayers to both the old gods and to the Seven especially
the Mother.  She was not sure she believed in the gods but she was thankful for
whatever had allowed her mother to rebound.
There had been meetings long into the night.  Her father had wanted to work
immediately to get the Queen up to speed on his plans and vice versa.  She had
been impressed with Daenerys.  The pale Queen had immediately grasped all she
was told.  Her father had asked Sansa to give the Queen an update on her
schedule on getting troops and material to the wall in the most expeditious
manner.  This was an honor and Sansa looked at her father gratefully.  It was
so nice to have her father fully supporting her and Margaery.
The Queen had smiled at her with a dazzling smile and congratulated Sansa on
her excellent grasp on logistics and ability to schedule movements of troop and
material.  She told Sansa she wanted her to meet Missandei.  She was sure they
could assist each other.  It was obvious from the way Daenerys talked of her
scribe that she felt a deep friendship for the woman.  Sansa wondered if this
woman had somehow come between Arya and Daenerys.  She had been able to dispel
those doubts when she saw Daenerys devouring Arya with her eyes.
Sansa had felt the charism flowing off the small woman.  She seemed much taller
than her barely five foot stature.  Her power and prowess made her seem much
taller.  She would never seem like six foot six inches though.  Sansa still
chuckled with how Arya thought Daenerys was some tall mythological warrior from
the hidden isles off the west coast of Sothoryos.  Supposedly, there was an
archipelago of islands ruled by a race of Amazon women.  The warriors fierce in
combat.  They were reclusive not wanting the interference of man in their
Sapphic society.  Sansa wondered if the legends were true.
She would have to talk to Arya about what she thought when she first met the
Queen and her future wife.  It must have been quite the shock seeing your
future wife not quite what you had imagined her to be.  Losing eighteen inches
in height had to be a shock.  Still, having eighteen inches difference in
height would present challenges in the bedroom Sansa thought evilly.  She loved
the four inches in height with Margaery but that was quite enough.  There was
only three inches difference between Arya and the Queen.
Perfect for hot sixty-nine pussy gobbling Sansa leered.  The bigger the height
difference the more one had to work the angles and bend ones neck.  Sansa was
becoming the expert in lesbian lovemaking.  She had definitely caught up with
her sweet love.  She did have a flock of hens to pluck and devour Sansa thought
evilly.  Margaery had totally liberated Sansa and she was thankful.  Margaery
and she had a great future together along with their hens and other women they
would draw into their web.
She had talked to Margaery last night when they got to their chambers about her
little sister. 
“Did you find out why they are aren’t lovers?  Gods they have it so bad for
each other.  They were undressing each other with their eyes.  Their fuck
hunger for each other is so evident.”  Sansa had been almost flabbergasted at
how such lust could not be consummated.  She had so quickly fallen to
Margaery’s charms and the Queen was a known lothario when it came to seducing
and fucking women while on her march across Essos. 
Olenna moths had reported that Daenerys had worn out the whores of King’s
Landing.  That had stopped once a certain young Direwolf bitch had made an
appearance.  Margaery and Sansa had not received any reports of the coupling of
a certain Dragon and Direwolf but assumed Olenna was for some reason parsing
that information out in her missives to Margaery.  Probably making the pair of
lover’s stew in their juices wanting the juicy details.  Sansa had learned she
loved reading and hearing about great hot lesbo sex.
Margaery had told Sansa that Arya talked a good game but in some ways she was
still an innocent.  “Arya did not know how to bed Daenerys, Sansa.  When I knew
you were the one I set about seducing you.  You were mine and I made sure you
were soon in my arms and your sweet pussy in my mouth.”  Sansa blushed at the
sweet memories.  Margaery was right.  Margaery had strummed her like a minstrel
playing his lute.
Arya was four years younger than the Queen and it showed.  Daenerys was worldly
in her manner and knowledge of sex.  Arya was still innocent and a novice to
matters of the heart and of the body.  The young wolf cub did not have the
knowledge or belief in her charms and wiles to seduce her Dragon Queen.
A smirk crossed Margaery’s face and Sansa cocked an eyebrow asking for an
explanation.
“Your family banner is the Direwolf.  Arya is living up to your banner or
should I say down in this case.”  Sansa flexed up her eyebrow again.  “Your
little sister is all bark and no bite.  She simply wilted around the Queen.  I
fear she is too much like you when I found you my sweet” Margaery husked
stroking Sansa’s arm.  The touch sweet and sensual.  “I fear your sister is
still a pup.  She is not the mature bitch you are my sweet.”
Sansa smiled.  Margaery said the sweetest things.  Sansa had to agree with
Margaery’s assessment of the situation.  She too had been the shy pup when
Margaery came to her.
Sansa could understand that.  It had been Margaery that led her seduction into
the beautiful world of lesbian lovemaking.  Margaery had been so subtle as she
built the fire in Sansa’s belly.  Sansa had been so ready to give her woman her
maidenhead.  Sansa still cringed at her debacle at that moment but thank the
gods Margaery loved her so much she forgave it.
How could she have let her mother cow her so much she nearly threw away
paradise!
“Why hasn’t the Queen seduced my little sister like you seduced me?  You had me
so ready to spread my legs like a Lysian whore.  I was so fucking wet for your
baby!”  Sansa could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet with
desire.  Merely thinking back to their first night together had Sansa’s short
clothes sopping wet with her flowing twat juice.  She wanted Margaery so bad. 
Sansa had been tired from the last day’s excitement but she felt her body
reviving.  All this talk of Arya and the Queen not having sex had ignited the
fire in her loins.  She ached to again have her sweet Margaery.  She needed to
fuck her sweet rose.
They had been sitting on the bed discussing matters.  She stood up and started
to take off her dress.  She turned to face Margaery as she worked the laces and
buttons on her dress.  Her eyes telling her lover what she needed.  Margaery
slowly stood up and began to undress her own hot body.  They maintained eye
contact as they disrobed for each other.  Hands trembled undoing buttons and
knots of lace and fabric.
Margaery told Sansa her theory of the Queen’s strange reticence.  “I am
confused like you as to why Daenerys has not seduced your sister.  But I have
been putting a lot of thought into it.  You would have thought she would have
led your sister to her bed and her mouth as easily as I did you.”
Sansa felt her body shake remembering with sweet shivers how Margaery had
plucked her body like a minstrel plucking his lute.  Like a minstrel made his
instrument vibrate and produce sweet melodies Margaery had made her body sing a
song of lust and love.  The notes quickly scaling up to shrieks of agonizing
fucking bliss.  Gods Margaery always made Sansa cum so fucking hard!
“I think I know though.  Daenerys was sold off as a prize by her brother
Viserys to Khal Drogo as payment for his services.  It is hard to think of the
confident woman we see as a shy thirteen year old girl but she had been that
when she was sold into slavery in all but name.  From what my grandmother has
found out, Daenerys was treated like shit by the Khal at first.  He fucked her
like a heifer.  Viserys boasted how Daenerys was just a piece of shit in his
designs to regain his thrown.  Then Khal Drogo raped her night after night.”
“I shake in fear and ire to think of that Sansa.  To be degraded by my
brother.  That is horrible.  Loras has only been the best to me.  Then it only
got worse for the poor girl.”
Margaery shivered as did Sansa.  “I think that would have broken me.  To be
raped like that night after night.”
Sansa saw the fire go out of Margaery’s eyes and she moved in quick to hug her
lover.  They wrapped their arms around each other tight.  Sansa wondered if she
could have survived that treatment herself.  To be viciously attacked by Robb
demeaning and demoralizing her and then selling her off as throwaway trinket. 
To be sold to a man who only viewed her as a toy for his cock.  How had
Daenerys done it?  To be a whore slave in all but name and then to become the
mightiest warrior and cunning leader of this age and maybe any age.
She kissed Margaery on the temple.  Recovered they separated and started to
undress again eyeing each other hungrily.
“Thank you love” Margaery cooed to Sansa “you always know when to give me some
sugar to make me strong again.”  Sansa dropped her dress and then shucked down
her short clothes to stand naked and proud before Margaery. 
“Uunnggggggg!” Margaery moaned seeing Sansa’s long thick nipples so hard and
waiting for her mouth.  Sansa’s pale skin flushed around the throat with
arousal for her.  She looked down at a wet swollen bald pussy with lips
swelling and blooming out her sweetie’s slit like a beautiful orchid.  She felt
her own nipples and pussy on fire.  Her twat so wet.
With shaky fingers Margaery plucked at her buttons feebly.  Her knees were
wobbly with desire for her sweet red haired wolf.  Margaery felt cum soaking
her silk short clothes.  Sansa came up to her and helped her to undo the sties,
hoops and strings of Margaery’s dress.  “I’m going to fuck you with my strap-on
tonight Margaery.  I’m going to plow you doggy.  I love how our lips cling to
my big thick dick as I slam it home deep up that hot tight cunt.  I’m going to
make you cum hard on my cock.  Then I’m going to nail your ass to the bed with
my big always hard cock.”
Sansa saw Margaery’s eyes go glassy her breathing hitched and was raspy with
fuck want.
“I will bark at you to reach back and pull you ass cheeks apart so I can watch
my dick slam balls deep up your shithole.  I will fuck your ass so hard and
then pull out and let you suck your ass off my dick.  I will fist your hair and
pull you around to my dick waving in front of you.  I then will jam my dickhead
into your pink lips demanding you to suck your hot sweet asshole off my dick. 
You love that don’t you my anal slut” Sansa cooed to her lover.  She smiled
seeing the lust hot in Margaery’s eyes.
“Yesssssss!” I love sucking my sweet shit juice off your love dick Sansa.  I
need it!” Margaery croaked to her lover.
Sansa loved seeing the love and lust shivers shake Margaery’s body.  Margaery
loved to talk “shit” and encouraged Sansa at every turn to talk to her like
that.  It made them both so hot for it.
“After your ass explodes on my dick I will then take your tight pussy again and
fuck both holes back and forth.  I know how much you love A2P and doing ATM
over and over.  I will mount you Septa and slam my dick so hard balls deep up
your tight clinging cunt.  My cockhead bashing your cervix.  You will explode
on my dick buried up your tight cunt.”
“Oohhhhhh!” Margaery bleated dazed by how good Sansa talked dirty and potty
mouth now.  Gods she loved it when her wolf took her and rode her like a bitch
in heat.  She loved how Sansa, her once shy wolf, now was so adult and grown
up.  She reveled in talking sweet hot slutty words to Margaery.  It made her
cunt sloppy wet.  It made her asshole spasm in wanton need.
Sansa saw the effect her words had on her beautiful rose.  She wanted to make
things wait a moment and she did want to hear Margaery’s ideas on why her
sister and the Queen had not shagged yet.
“Finish your theory my sweet rose.”                                
“Oh Sansa—you bitch you.  Making me wait for it—but I like it you hot temptress
you” Margaery took a breath to collect her thoughts … “I think Daenerys still
remembers her vile treatment deep in her bones. She is overcompensating I
think.  She will never force herself on an innocent.  Our Arya may be rash and
aggressive but she is still an innocent in the matters of love.  That comes
crashing through.  You were too but I had no crimes hindering my desires.  I
wanted you as my mate and claimed you.”
Sansa groaned at the hot loving words.  She felt her nipples pulse and her
pussy sopping wet with desire.  Sansa felt cum begin to trickle down her strong
muscular thighs.  Legs that slightly spasm with the desire to start fucking. 
Sansa thanked the seven every night that out of all the women Margaery could
have chosen she chose her.
“Daenerys fears to move to hard or fast on Arya because she herself was once
that girl.  She fears to impose her will on an ‘innocent’”.
“But Arya is soooo in love with her.  She is practically drooling over
Daenerys.”
“Yes.  I asked Arya about that.”
“And.”
“Your sister talks a good game but she is really a wussee.  I asked her if she
had let Daenerys know of her love.  Had she flirted or responded to any
overtures from the Queen.”
“What did she say?”
“She basically looked at her shoes.  I fear Sansa, that you little sister
despite all her boasting is quite the shy flower when in the Queen’s presence. 
She told me she never flirted with Daenerys.  She never let the Queen know of
her carnal desires for her hot body.  I can see Daenerys with her hesitancy
wilting when in Arya’s presence and not having Arya respond to her overtures. 
I am sure Daenerys sent out signals and your fool sister either missed them or
was too timid to respond to the Queen’s overtures.”
“Oh my gods” Sansa groused.  “I am so going to rub her nose in it after all
that trash talking about making the Queen hers!” Sansa started laughing.  Her
chuckles turned to groans seeing Margaery’s dress fall to the floor.  They both
eschew short clothes usually being naughty but they hadn’t because of the
meetings with the Queen.  Plus, it made it easy to cop a feel.
Margaery hooked her fingers at the top of her short clothes and jerked them
first off her hips and then down her thighs were they fell to the floor around
her feet.  The Tyrell woman stepped out of them.
Sansa started to pant seeing Margaery’s hot body on full display in front of
her.  She looked at Margaery’s small up titled doves with their sweet brown
nipples.  The little nips rock hard and her areolas steeple.  Sansa’s eyes
traveled down the sweet lithesome body.  Her eyes devoured the swell of the
Tyrell’s hips and then feasted on the shaved snatch all wet and swollen. 
Margaery’s pussy was slicked with cum.  Her inner lips bloomed out Margaery’s
slit.  The inner lips medium brown with the mound all pink and swollen. 
Margaery’s cunt said only one thing to Sansa.
Devour me.  She was up to the challenge.
They slowly walked together and pressed heated bodies into each other.  Their
arms started to snake around each other’s torsos and begin to pull each other
into their bodies.  Their perfect skin melding as they pressed into each
other.  Sansa looked down at Margaery as she snaked her arms around her rose’s
slender waist.  Her rose gripped her ass and breast possessively and roughly
massaged Sansa’s ass cheek and breast filling her body with aching fiery heat. 
Sansa moaned hard feeling her loves hands roughly massaging her ass and tit. 
The fingers sinking in deep mauling her body like she carved it.  Margaery
looked up at her with pure lust.
“On more thing my sweet … something my grandmother theorizes.”
Sansa kissed her love on her face anxious for Margaery to stop talking so she
could devour her with her mouth and then her cock.
“She feels that Daenerys confidence has been harmed by her running into such
prejudice to her true desires.  Her and Varys sparrows have heard tales of the
young Mare Who Mounts the World boasting at the beginning of her conquests how
she would take a Queen but got constantly beat down that she must take a man to
rule as her consort if she expected to rule.  My grandmother feels that has
made Daenerys hesitant in the matters of the heart.”
“Her eyes did not say that today.  They were on fire looking at my little
sister.”
“I agree.  I think our Queen has worked it out.  Daenerys is now ready to say
‘fuck the world; I will take what I want and deserve.’”
Sansa agreed and had heard enough of theories about her sister and the Queen
for now.
She took her rose’s lips between her teeth and nibbled on them as she sucked
them in and out her lips.  Her own hands now hooked her fingers into Margaery’s
firm ass cheek.  She roughly gripped Margaery’s ass and humped her rose into
her body feeling their wet cunts start to press into each other’s bodies. 
Sansa dropped her head and claimed the lips she would never stop desiring.  She
kissed her Rose with soft nips and sucking in of Margaery’s lips.  She started
to rotate Margaery’s groin forward to grind her swollen cunt into Sansa’s hip. 
Margaery’s eyes flared with hot lust.  The Tyrell hands gripped harder onto
Sansa’s ass and breast.  Both women latching onto their women with rising fuck
hunger.
“Hhhunggg nnggg ohhhhh!” Margaery whimpered.  They could discuss her sister in
the morrow Sansa had decided.  Now she was going to fuck her Margaery within an
inch of her life.  All this talk of Daenerys and her little sister had put the
fire in Sansa.  They had fucked deep into the night.  Both women orgasming hard
over and over.
Sansa felt the warm sun on her face.  Sansa smirked remembering last night as
she looked out over the fields.  She had moved to the south wall and stood over
the South gate.  She loved seeing the empty land and the Wolfswood off to the
West.  Her land was so primal and one could still feel connected to it.
She leaned against the wall and remembered last night feeling her nipples
hardening.  Margaery had cummed so hard in her mouth as she gripped Margaery’s
hips hard to keep her mouth glued to her lover’s cunt as Margaery spasm wildly
her body jackknifing with wild flips.  Gods Margaery had tasted so good gushing
hot cum into Sansa’s mouth.  Sansa could still hear the loud noises her mouth
made sucking off Margaery.  She sounds of a sodden cunt devoured.  Her loud
gulps filling the room as she drank down the hot gushes spewing out Margaery’s
rupturing cunt.  Gods she was totally addicted to Margaery’s hot creamy cum! 
She never would tire of gulping it down again and again.
She had loved how Margaery planted her feet in the mattress the third time
Sansa sucked her off last night.  Margaery had arched her back to lift her ass
off the bed.  Sansa had gripped her loves flexing ass cheeks rising up on her
knees to keep her love suck on Margaery’s exploding cunt.  Margaery had wailed
her head thrashing right and left.  Spittle sprayed out the Tyrell’s clenched
teeth her eyes squeezed tight shut.  Sansa had relished each hard ram of
Margaery’s snatch into her mouth as she sucked on the bursting clit in her
mouth with long ragged deep throat love sucks.
She had then fucked her slut in doggy from behind.  Margaery loved getting
fucked from behind.  She had groaned gutturally feeling Sansa slip her bulbous
cockhead into her tight clinging cunt.  She whimpered feeling her pussy
stretched out tight on the leather sand filled cock sliding deep up into her
cunt.  Margaery felt so connected to Sansa when her lover slammed her ten inch
cock balls deep into her cunt filling her with dick.
Sansa loved looking down and seeing Margaery’s ass and hips ripple with the
power of her hips slamming into Margaery’s ass as she slammed her cock deep
into her lover’s cunt.  She pounded Margaery to a hard orgasm.  As she had
fucked Margaery, Sansa had pulled on Margaery’s hair with vicious hard neck
snapping jerks and slapped the Tyrell’s ass so hard.  Her sweet rose groaning
and choking in ecstasy.  Her hand smacks on Margaery’s ass so loud in the room.
 Those cheeks now fiery red.  Margaery really loved to have her ass smacked and
whipped.  She also loved to have it fucked but Sansa would take it another
night when they had both taken nice warm enemas to get them nice and clean on
the inside as on the outside.  They had gotten their bodies regulated but it
never hurt to be safe.
Margaery had been her bitch as she writhed on Sansa’s dick as she slammed all
ten thick inches hard and deep up her woman’s squishing cunt.  She wished she
could feel the heat and spasming tightness of her lover’s exploding cunt but
she thought it a small price to pay. It allowed her totally focus on Margaery. 
The friction and pressure on her cunny from the harness was enough to keep her
stoked.
Margaery had cawed and thrashed as her ass was smacked cherry red and hair
pulled hard.  The slut rubbed her clit furiously as the orgasm built in her
belly.  The animalistic groans cawing out from Margaery’s throat was
intoxicating to hear.  Margaery had simply exploded as she screamed so loud and
sweetly as Sansa continued to pound her lover’s exploding box.  She could feel
Margaery’s cunt juice splattering out around the thick pole hammer fucking
Margaery’s twat.
Sansa then decide to take her woman Septon style face to face as strong
aftershocks gripped and shook Margaery so hard.  Sansa had pulled out of the
spasming love box and gripped her groggy lover and roughly pushed her down onto
the bed.  Margaery landing face first her legs spread obscenely akimbo. 
Margaery mewled into the sheets her body hitching as strong aftershocks ripped
out her slack cunny hole.  Sansa smiled seeing creamy snail snot dribbling out
Margaery’s pussy hole and soaking the bed.  Her seam all bright red and open.
The sight filling Sansa with more raw fuck hunger for Margaery’s hot tight
body.  She gripped Margaery’s right hip with both hands and jerked Margaery
over onto her back.  Sansa looked down hungrily at the couchie she had just
been fucking like a rabid rabbit.  She wanted it again.  It was so beautiful
all dark red now with orgasmic blood rush.  Margaery’s slicked cunt hole still
partially open and begging to be fucked again.  Sansa got between Margaery’s
legs and kneed them out.
Sansa feel forward onto her palm as her other hand guided her thick shaft with
its bulbous septon helmet to Margaery’s cunny hole.  With a slow love stroke
Sansa buried her prick deep into her lover’s belly.  She relished seeing
Margaery’s face twist with primal pleasure.  Sansa settled down to her knees
and elbows and began to slow stroke her dick in and out Margaery’s hot tight
cunt.  Her shaft sliding easily in and out the slicked buttery fuck hole. 
Sansa slowly picked up her pace now ramming her cock hard and deep up into her
sweetie’s tight snatch.  Her hips slamming down impaling Margaery’s belly with
ram thrusts of hard pure love.
Sansa lowered her body slowly so their bodies melded and ground against each
other.  Their sweaty bodies slipped and slide as their tits mashed and
flattened while their bellies slapped and wallowed against each other in a
primal love fuck.  Their nipples dug into their mate’s breast as their tits
rolled over each other and on their sweaty chests.  Sansa loved how their
sweaty bodies worked against each other in slippery friction.
Sansa prided herself with just how good she had gotten.  Sansa smacked her
groin into Margaery’s working her clit with impact and friction.  Sansa rotated
her hips back and slammed forward to ram her cock hard into Margaery’s cunt
balls deep.  Her thrusts jerking Margaery’s body forward that little fraction. 
Margaery groaning deep in her chest.  Margaery’s hands gripped Sansa’s body
just behind her armpits.  Her legs spread to let her wolf fully take her
drooling pussy with savage strokes of slamming hips and plunging cock up into
her tight snatch. 
Sansa varied her technique driving Margaery wild.  She had started face to face
but had risen up on her palms stroking her lover’s drooling clam shell.  She
used the angle to slam her strap-on cock savagely deep into the groaning
woman’s cunt.  Margaery’s face slashed with primal bliss.  Sansa then gradually
lowered her body again so her weight was on Margaery as she worked her hips to
spear her cock hard into Margaery cunt punching her cervix.  Margaery had told
her deep penetration triggered a response that numbed the cervix and triggered
other nerves to kick in. 
Sansa loved feeling her full cone shaped tits mashed flat into Margaery’s
sweaty upswept doves.  Sansa shook her head to get the sweat out of her eyes as
it poured off her body in streams now.  Their nipples digging and dragging over
each other’s tits.  Nipples sparking pulses of pleasure when their sweat
slicked wallowing bodies had their nipples dragging over each other.  The sound
loud of sweaty bodies slapping into each other as the two women rutted and
fucked each other with total abandon and pure love.
They kissed deeply.  Sansa gripped Margaery and rolled the over so Margaery
could fuck her top.  Margaery rose up on her palms that were by Sansa’s head. 
Her little doves whipping around on her body as Margaery lunged back to take
her lover’s strap-on cock hard and deep up her tight spasming cunt. 
Sansa loved gripping Margaery’s waist just above her hips and holding her in
place as she speared her cock so hard and deep into Margaery.  Then she would
relax and Margaery would take over.  The slut rotating her hips and then
slamming down on the back stroke impaling her trembling cunt on Sansa’s cock.
The force of her hips rotations so hot with that snapping motion Margaery had
taught Sansa.  Sansa reached up and cupped Margaery’s tits grinding them with
her palm.  The look on Margaery’s face showed the raw pulses of pleasure
hammering her brain with ecstasy. 
After five minutes Sansa rolled a squealing Margaery back underneath herself
and proceeded to slam fuck her slut.  Sansa’s hips flexing up, back and
slamming forward to impale Margaery on her leather cock.  Margaery’s thighs
gripped Sansa’s hips and Margaery clipped nails gripped Sansa’s back.  Sansa
had been kissing Margaery senseless.  Their tongues coiled and flipping around
deep in Margaery’s mouth.  Now Sansa pulled back to see Margaery’s eyes that
were open but unseeing as she cawed in ecstasy.
Sansa pounded her lover and Margaery’s body began to spasm and buck her eyes
now filled with almost anguished ecstasy.  Sansa lifting her hips higher now to
slam every inch of her love into Margaery’s trim.  Margaery back ached grinding
her small tits into Sansa’s heavier tits.  Their bodies now sopping wet with
sweat again.  Their hair dark and lank with sweat that had their hair plastered
to their faces, shoulders and back. 
Sansa watched Margaery’s throat cording up.  Sansa knew Margaery was on the
precipice of falling off the cliff into shocking ecstasy.  Sansa lifted her
hips even higher and harpooned fucked the cunt of her lover.  A cunt that now
sloshed and slurped thickly as the thick dick plunged savagely into the swollen
cum filled fuck hole. 
Then Margaery was screaming and convulsing wildly as a harrowing orgasm
destroyed her with fucking bliss.  Her body surged up slapping and grinding
into Sansa’s hard body pressing Margaery into the bed as she slammed fucked her
baby like she needed it.  Sansa enjoyed seeing Margaery’s face up so close as
spasms and hard slashes filled her lover’s face as she kept spearing her dick
into Margaery’s exploding twat.
Margaery had been so boneless afterwards.  Sansa took her trembling and crying
lover in her arms and soothed the overwhelmed Tyrell.  Sansa kissed her lover
deeply.  At the end of the fuck Margaery had enfolded Sansa with her arms
looped around Sansa’s sweat soaked back and her legs gripping Sansa’s hips as
her lover had speared her dick savagely into the exploding couchie she was
fucking.  The legs falling off Sansa’s hips to land on the bed spread obscenely
akimbo. 
Margaery was fucked out for the nonce.  That did not last long.
Soon Margaery had recovered and sucked Sansa off three times as Sansa wailed
and her cunt exploded in her lover’s expert hot gobbling mouth.
Yes.  Last night had been most fulfilling.
She had gotten up with Margaery and they both ate breakfast with their father. 
He had more meetings planned for the early morning with the generals and
Daenerys.  Sansa and Margaery sat in as they went over the chain of command. 
Eddard made it clear that Daenerys was in overall command of the forces of
Westeros and the forces she had brought in from Essos.
The Queen told them that her main strategy had been in getting her forces to
the North as quickly and efficiently as possible.  Now those forces were moving
up to the wall as fast as possible while maintaining fitness and moral.
She told them that as far as she was concerned she would let Eddard lead the
specific tactics at the wall.  She would only give ideas and counsel when she
might add something useful.
Sansa had been impressed with Daenerys ability to cede control over the
combined forces of Westeros.  It took a strong leader to not want to have total
control.  The Queen must have total confidence in herself and her ability to
read people.  Westeros was fortunate to have two great leaders ruling it at
this time of great danger.
The meeting had been quick.  They had gone to check on her mother again.  She
looked much better with color returning to her face.  She would be drawn for a
long time but once the child was born she could begin to heal proper.
Margaery stayed while Sansa had gone to walk the castle perimeter like she
liked to do first thing in the morning before meetings and duties called her
away.  It helped her feel linked to her homeland.  The North was still wild and
primal.
She had noticed that the dragons were gone when she first went out with the sun
still just over the trees.  The Direwolves were all outside sleeping on a big
pile of straw cuddled together in the courtyard by the Great Keep.    Sansa
found it strange to see such fearsome beasts in such a cute pose.  They were
all from the same mother and pack animals so it made sense but it was still an
amusing sight to see all them half lying on each other and asleep.
What was even cuter was the Queen’s interpreter’s Caracal curled up on
Nymeria’s flank asleep too.  The cat was snoozing happily her ears twitching. 
Lady had thrown her head up on Nymeria’s flank and her muzzle was pressed into
the Caracal’s back feet.  Who said wolves and cats can’t get along Sansa
thought with a smile.
From the morning sun she soon saw three great black dots coming their way.  The
dots rapidly growing larger.  It was Queen’s dragons coming back to
Winterfell.  She saw as they came close that each dragon came bearing a large
deer in their claws.  The deer hanging limp in the dragon’s large rear claws. 
The dragons bugled loudly while still a little ways out from the castle walls.
 She looked back into the inner yard.  The Direwolves were rousing themselves. 
They stretched and looked around. 
Shadowclaw jumped away with Nymeria getting up.  She looked affronted having
her pillow taken away from her.  She walked around meowing while lifting her
snout up showing her pique at being woken up.
As she watched, Sansa observed the dragons descend slowly into the courtyard
their wings back beating creating a mini windstorm.  The dragons landed lightly
the deer in their hind claws. 
Sansa wrung her hands moving down the wall towards the possible conflict. 
Suddenly, the dragons lifted off the ground leaving the large deer behind. 
Sansa stared dumbfounded as Rhaegal beat his wings until he reached the broken
tower.  He alighted lightly on the tower testing its soundness and seemed to
find it suitable.  The green dragon made a tight circle with its body.   The
dragon tamped down on the brick and broken timbers until he had made a nest and
then settled down.  He coiled up wrapping his tail around itself
Drogon angled up and circled around the old castle grounds before he angled his
body down to the Great Keep.  The black dragon mirrored Rhaegal tamping down
his feet testing his bed.  He then slowly laid down curling his body up on the
main tower his tail hanging down the wall swishing lazily.  Slowly his red eyes
lidded and then closed as he fell into slumber.
Viserion did not fly as far and spread his weight out on the roof of the Great
Hall.  His wings extended and legs sprawled out and his tail down the sloop of
the roof.  The tip hanging off the ledge.  He breathed deep a few times as his
body wiggled as he settled down.  Soon he was asleep with his tongue hanging
out.  His lips quivering as he slept.
The dragons were sleepy and were obviously going into a deep drowsy state.  She
stared at them. Their trust of their environment was truly touching.  They were
willing to go to sleep surrounded by strange humans.  Their trust must have
been from their Queen.  The dragons were said to be linked to their mother
through a mental link.  This seemed to be borne out by their current behavior.
Sansa looked back down into the yard.  The four Direwolves were happily tearing
into the carcasses.  They were ‘wolfing’ down big chunks of meat.  The other
hounds had come over and were whining but knew that they had to wait their
turn.  Even Lady could get most un lady like when she was eating a nice juicy
deer. 
Sansa smiled seeing Nymeria tearing off a big chunk of thigh from the deer she
was chomping on.  The Caracal had been meowing afraid to get in the middle of
the scrum.  The small cat had been pacing back and forth giving cat wails of
distress.  She kept looking at all the food only a short distance away.  The
small Caracal had been giving her Direwolf looks of distress.  She meowed
loudly, pitifully.  Nymeria paced over to Shadowclaw and placed the big chunk
of raw meat in front of the cat. 
Nymeria looked at the small cat as it excitedly came over to the chunk of
meat.  Now its meows were of happiness as it settled down and bit out a dainty
chunk of meat and chewed it a few times before it swallowed the meat.  What was
name of Missandei’s cat?  She thought the cats name was Shadowcat or something
like that.  The now happy cat had stretched out and meowed loudly.  She tore
off another chunk of meat and heartily chewed it in contentment.    
Only when Nymeria saw that the Caracal was fully taken care of did she move off
to rejoin the pack in their own feast.
Sansa went to look back to look out over the fields.  She had inhaled in deep
the clean air of the North.
Fifteen minutes later, Sansa had gone back into Winterfell for another
meeting.  The meeting did not last long.  The meeting being on the logistics of
moving all the supplies coming up the King’s Highway.  She worked with
Missandei and found her very nice and charming.  She liked her dark skin color
and the tight rings in her hair. 
She told the small woman about how Nymeria was so kind to her cat.  The woman
smiled great big hearing that.  Missandei told Sansa of the antics of Nymeria
chasing the Caracal.  Sansa had to laugh at the Direwolf barking up a tree that
had no Caracal in it.
Sansa had found the Queen’s scribe, interpreter and handmaiden to be extremely
smart and very quick to pick up all the information and stratagems that Sansa
had developed.  Most of the Lords had not been anywhere near as quick.  Sansa
found she liked the teenager immensely.
She realized she might have access to some inside info.  Sansa looked around to
see if anyone was close by.  She asked Missandei about her little sister and
the Queen.  She was subtle trying to not to be too obvious.  The small black
woman looked at Sansa with a smile and cocked eyebrow.
The scribe had burst out laughing “Are you trying to ask me if they have made
love?”
Sansa had not seen Margaery come up behind her.  “She means have they fucked
yet?”
Both Sansa and Missandei had blushed at that making Margaery chuckle at her
ability to make her wife to be and this woman she already liked, Missandei,
blanch.  Sansa her sweet self still got so flustered when they talked sex in
public.  Margaery liked that about Sansa.  She was such a Lysian whore in their
bed and yet still innocent out in the world.  The contrast was intoxicating.
She could not wait to set Sansa loose in her henhouse.  To see this reserved
shy almost twenty year old woman turn into the proverbial wolf devouring hens
right and left.  She felt herself shiver at the thought.  She had every
intention of being one of those devoured hens!  She longed to have her direwolf
consume her pussy and asshole with her tongue, fingers, cock and fist!
Missandei had told them how the Queen and Arya had been giving each other
bedroom eyes almost from the moment they met. 
“What was their first meeting like?  Was it love at first sight?  Even if they
didn’t know it?” Sansa asked.
Missandei laughed great big she then gave them a big white brilliant smile.
“You say ‘love at first sight’ I think it was more “Love at first fist!”
Missandei laughed again seeing the confused look on Sansa and Margaery’s face. 
Sansa was seeing that Olenna had definitely been withholding information from
Margaery.
“If you call firing two arrows up at Dany while sitting on the Iron Throne love
at first sight then yes it was.  I can still see those arrows quivering half an
inch from Dany’s ears.  Then all hell broke loose.”
Sansa had felt her jaw nearly fall off and even her implacable Margaery was
staring slacked jaw.  Margaery winched when Missandei described the sucker
punch Arya threw at Daenerys at the Queen’s attempted victory speech.  They
both covered their pussies and winced hard at the way Arya and then Daenerys
stomped on each other’s cunts in the heat of battle.  They winced at the vivid
descriptions of savage punches landing in faces and bruising ribs.
Margaery had looked at her “Don’t ever get that idea Sansa!”
Sansa stared back at her lover Whatttttt! She thought.  I’m a lover not a
warrior.  She may rough up Margaery and whip her ass and body till it was
criss-crossed with red marks but she would never punch, kick, stomp and slam
her sweetie into the hard marble floor like Arya and Daenerys had done to each
other.
Missandei finished the tale.  “Daenerys had your sister in a cross arm bar
about to tear your sister’s arm off demanding for her to surrender.
“Let me guess—Arya refused to give in” Sansa said.  That would be so Arya.  To
allow her arm to be ripped off just so she would not have to surrender.  Thank
the gods Daenerys had shown mercy.
Then a thought hit Sansa.  If events had been reversed it would have been Arya
giving up to save Daenerys.  They both had that fire to win at all costs
burning in their souls.  Still, they had an innate sense of mercy and
compassion for others.
“Yes.  You are right.  The Queen saw the fire in your younger sister.  Daenerys
surrendered and gave the victory to your sister.  I am sure from that moment
forward your Arya had captured my Queen’s heart!  It is amazing how a left
cross will win a woman’s heart.  Even if it is her face taking that fist.”
They then asked her why they had not consummated their love for each other. 
They had their theory but they wanted to hear from a woman who had been with
the two women in question from the start of their association.  What the
interpreter told them had verified that their hypothesis had all been on
target.  Arya and Daenerys were both chicken shits when it came to matters of
the heart.
“I think something has changed though on our ride to the North.  Dany has been
much more assertive and your sister is finally giving signals she wants Dany. 
I think it will happen here in Winterfell.  I can’t wait!” the little scribe
clapped her hands all excited.
Sansa was excited.  She wanted her sister to find happiness with the woman of
her dreams.  Sansa had come to long for the triple wedding in the Godswood. 
Arya had to get her act together for that to happen.  In a way Arya was even
more lucky than Sansa.  Sansa’s dream lover just sort of fell in her lap.  It
had almost been serendipity. 
Arya went to go to her love and punched her love’s lights out.  It did have a
sort of Arya charm about it.  Why give your love sonnets and flowers when you
could beat the shit out of her and prove your love that way.  Sansa shook her
head at her silly thoughts.
After the meeting Sansa and Margaery had a light meal in the kitchen.  Margaery
was dispensing more of her advice.  Mereya was slow and not following
Margaery’s sage advice and it was royally pissing off her sweet rose.
“Damnit Mereya!  How many times do I have to tell you to take what is yours.  I
have seen this lass in that shop making fine dresses for the nobles and
merchants in Wintertown.  I went two days ago and mentioned I knew you.  She
nearly creamed herself just hearing your name.  Her dress showed her swaying
breast and let me tell you her nipples were fully erect thinking of you!  All
she did was ask questions about you.  I had gone in requesting measurements for
a new dress.  I got no measurements.  All she did was ask about you.  She is so
mooning over you.”
“I want you to go to her at seven tonight.  She closes up the shop on the
midweek.  I want you to fuck her in the fitting rooms.  Got that!
“Yeah! Yeah! Grow some cunt hairs.  Got it.  Uhhhh, how do I know she will let
me in?”  A look of concern crossed Mereya’s face.  “What if she refuses to see
me?”
Margaery glared her eyes at the comely lass.  She was smoking hot but a little
bit of wuss when it came to matters of the heart.
“Believe you me she will be throwing the door open for you.  Since her husband
died she had been waiting for you or some other lass.  She was married off by
her parents.  Now she wants to choose her own mate.  That mate being you!”
“Okay. Okay.  Got it.  She will throw door open for me.  Uh, what do I do
then?  Tell me what to do Margaery!”
“Damnit get her on the padded bench.  Use those expert hands to knead her big
tits and rub her swollen pussy girl.  Eat her out like your life depends on
it.  She is an obvious submissive.  Sit on her face.  She’ll love it.”
“Yeah! Yeah! Knead tits.  Rub pussy!  Eat out desperately! Sit on her face. 
Got it!”
The baker went off rubbing her hands in anticipation. 
Sansa smiled at her Margaery.  She gave such good love advice.
Margaery was going to see her father and eldest brother again.  She told Sansa
she would meet her on the curtain wall over the east gate in an hour.
Sansa was back on the wall waiting for her wife to be to join her on the wall. 
She shivered feeling so alive.  The cold air only enhanced the sharpness of her
emotions.  These were great times and she was a major player in them.  She
again thanked both the gods of her father and mother for having Eddard Stark as
her father.  She knew he was the only father of a noble house who would have
thrown convention out on its head to let his two royal princesses to truly
follow their hearts to become all they could possibly be.
Her father had pulled her and Margaery aside last night after they had grabbed
a quick meal in the kitchen.  They had waited for him to speak as he paused.
“I have been thinking.  The coming battle that we go to fight will be decisive
one way or the other.  We cannot fail.  We must stop the Ice King at the Wall
else he will do nothing but only grow stronger and stronger.  Each new victory
will only increase the size of his army of the undead.  This cannot be
permitted.”
“Also, the fashioning of dragon glass is time consuming to make and the supply
is constricted with its import from the land of Asshai or from Dragonstone.  I
fear that a protracted war will deplete our resources of dragon glass.”
“The war must be won at the wall.  I would take all of my valuable assets with
me.”
Sansa and her love looked at Edgar leaning in waiting for him to continue.
He looked at them and waited.  After a pause he added “The Queen will of course
be taking Arya to the wall with her.  She will not be separated from the woman
she loves.  They haven’t even consummated their love yet though I hope for that
to change shortly.”
Sansa felt a thrill run through her hearing her father talk so openly of his
hopes of her little sister bedding the Queen of Westeros.
Sansa watched her father shake his head in wonderment.  “I have ten crown
saying that today the Queen and Arya will make love.  I would like to be proven
right.”
“Father!” Sansa exclaimed shocked.  The times were indeed changing for her
father to make such statements!
Margaery had a different reaction.  “You go father!” she had extended her hand
up and palm out for a high five.  Sansa’s father had looked confused and then
understood and brought his hand forward to smack into Margaery’s palm.
Her sweetie was not used to such strength. She waved her hand around
grimacing.  Eddard apologized profusely.  Sansa thought reasonably that she
needed to be a bad girl a lot more often to toughen up Margaery’s palm.  She
would sacrifice her rump for the greater good.  She really would Sansa thought
evilly.
Chuckling Eddard got back to point.  “We must win this war.  Will you come to
the wall with me?” he concluded looking unsure.
She had whooped along with Margaery throwing themselves in his arms.  Her
father had proven beyond a doubt that he truly valued her and Margaery’s
judgement and wisdom.  They had both jumped into her father’s strong arms. 
Sansa’s father easily caught them and held them up as he slowly spun them
around.  He was laughing as Margaery and Sansa squealed in giddy happiness. 
Sansa’s father had again proven just how wonderful a father he was.  Sansa
broke down and cried she was so happy.
Sansa’s happy reverie was broken when Margaery appeared and took her proper
space beside her lover.  Sansa felt Margaery press into her side.  Sansa snaked
her arm around Margaery’s waist and pulled her even closer to her body.  They
shared delicious body heat.  The warmth lulling Sansa with happiness.  She
again marveled how perfectly Margaery fit into her body when they stood like
this together or when they were making sweet hot love all covered in sweat and
cum.
Margaery looked up at her with a brilliant smile.
“What is it love?” Sansa asked getting excited.  Margaery was literally
vibrating into her side.
“I saw the Queen in the hall.  She said she wanted to talk to us about the
future.  It makes me so happy to say she is extremely glad to hear that we
would be going to the wall with her.  Daenerys said she would need all the wise
council she could get.  She then remarked that she could never get enough good
council in King’s Landing.  She needed all the wise minds she could find when
she returned to King’s Landing.”
Sansa took that in.  “You mean she wants us to go to King’s Landing with her
after the war.”
Margaery was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.  “Yes! Oh Sansa we can
go and help make a better future for Westeros and Essos.”
Sansa liked the sounds of that. 
“And guess what my love?”
“What?”
“I had not told you this because it was not important really but now it is.”
“What is it my sweet rose?”
“My hens are already in King’s Landing.  My grandmother brought them with her
to King’s Landing when the Queen summoned my grandmother to her.”
Sansa looked out over the castle wall.
Margaery shivered and asked “Are you alright with that?  I—I thought you wanted
that.”
Sansa heard the rising fear in her lover’s sweet voice.  She needed to dispel
those thoughts.  Sansa gripped her woman and gently spun Margaery to face her. 
She then pulled her lover tight to her body.  Sansa’s hands drifted to
Margaery’s ass cheeks and roughly massaged them and pulled Margaery’s mound
into her thigh.  She slowly rotated her love’s cunny into her hard muscled
leg.  Margaery jolted and mewled in sweet need to her Direwolf.  The sweet rose
of Tyrell looked up at Sansa with limpid eyes.
“I have some questions I need answered first?” Sansa coyly husked down to her
love.  Margaery’s eyes dark with repressed desires.
“Yes?” Margaery answered unsure.  Desire was flooding her veins but fear still
had her unsure.
With hot heat in her eyes Sansa asked her sweet rose “Will I be eating you and
all your hen’s succulent pussies at my demand?  Will I be fucking them and you
with my strap-on banging tight pussies and hot tight assholes?” Margaery gasped
and sagged into Sansa.  Sansa gripped Margaery’s ass cheeks harder and rode her
lover’s pussy up and down her strong thigh.  She knew Margaery’s cunt was so
sloppy wet and swollen now.  Her nipples hidden in her bodice would be rock
hard and begging to be sucked.
“Will you suck your ass and cunt off my dick I rip out your spasming fuck
holes?  Will you do the same when I ripe my dick out of your hens’ cunts and
assholes—suck their pussy and ass juice off my dick?  Will you love it when I
drag you and your hens around by your hair and ‘force’ you all to clean your
pussies and shitholes off my dick slavered with you and your hens fuck juice?” 
Margaery whimpered sagging harder into Sansa’s body.  Her soft mewls
intoxicating.
“Will I be tribbing you and your hens as we hump wet swollen cunts hard into
each the other?  Will I be lying on my back having your hens and you nesting on
my face as I gobble sweet gash?  Will I and your hens be fucking you in all
your holes at once?  Will we be ramming our dicks in balls deep fucking you air
tight?  Will you be cleaning your pussy and asshole off our cocks?  Hummmm?  I
think I want some of that double vag and anal action you been telling me about
to get me so wet and hot for you.  I want to feel my cunt and asshole stretched
out.  I want to feel filled by my roosters’ cocks.”
She looked down at Margaery. She was glassy eyed.  Sansa sensually rode
Margaery’s swollen pussy up and down her leg.  All Margaery could do was shake
her head ‘yes’ up and down with a dreamy look on her face.
Sansa was proud of herself.  Margaery had been after her to learn how to talk
shit better when it came to sex.  She had to say her marks were definitely
improving.
She hugged Margaery to her tightly.  Sansa jerked up with her hands that were
clawed into her love’s ass.  She rode her woman’s cunt hard up and down her
leg.  She was so in love with her sweet but nasty rose of Tyrell.  She thanked
both the gods of the North and the South for bringing Margaery Tyrell into her
life and bed and not some stupid odious man.
Gods she wanted to throw up just thinking about it.  How could she had ever
been so delusional to want to be some stupid man’s cow and only think her self-
worth was tied up in how many male heirs she could crap out for him.  Thank the
gods Margaery had come into her life!
Margaery wiggled into Sansa’s body with hot simmering repressed fuck hunger. 
Sansa raised a hand to stroke Margaery’s ribs and belly.  This was an erogenous
zone for Margaery.  Sansa rubbed Margaery in that circular motion with one hand
and while her other hand continued to ride Margery’s snatch into her leg.  She
knew her slut was so wet for her.
“Oh gods Sansa lets go back to your room.  I want to fuck you sooooo bad!”
Sansa was about to reply when she was startled.  Up on the Great Keep Drogon
suddenly came awake.  His eyes opened filled with roiling red light.  Then his
head shot straight up to full extension looking around.  On the broken tower
and on the Great Hall both Rhaegal and Viserion came instantly awake and
obviously on full alert.  All their tails were shaking like agitated snakes. 
Their nostrils flaring as they tasted the air.  They rose up on their legs
their wings unfurling as their heads looked around in agitation. 
The Direwolves who had stuffed themselves with deer meat and gone asleep again
awoke at the same time from their communal nest they enjoyed in the hay.  They
too sniffed the air. The hackles over their shoulders stood on end.  Their
tales down low in agitation.  Nymeria lifted her head along with Shaggydog and
howled to the heavens.  Grey Wind followed suit and Lady too added her howls to
the sky.
Sansa looked at Margaery.  Their first thought was betrayal.  That could not be
though because Roose Bolton forces where in the far North at the Wall by now. 
That could not be the threat.
Sansa’s next thought was more frightening.  All knew dragons were magical
creatures.  Anything that could fly and breath fire was by definition was
magical.  Sansa sensed too that the Direwolves also had the hint of magical
about them.  Something had stirred their senses.  Something magical.  That
thought led to one being.
The Ice King.
The three dragons were now on their feet on the structures they had nested on. 
Their wings were flaring wildly.  Their heads swiveled around obviously looking
for a danger they sensed but could not locate.  Their tails swishing along the
sides of the structures they were on. 
The lovers looked out over the walls of Winterfell but they saw nothing.  Had
the Ice King ambushed them unawares!
Drogon’s body stiffened as he roared his anger at something.  He roared again
and then his two brothers joined in their loud bugles of angry.  The dragons
were clearly getting more and more agitated.  Their screams of distress echoing
throughout the ancient castle grounds.  Viserion was partially lifting up off
the Great Hall only to settle again.
The Direwolves had begun to snap wildly and run around in circles.  Sansa saw
that even Lady was snapping at her fellow pack mates.  Lady never did that! 
The other hounds now had joined their larger brethren howling at the tops of
their lungs.  All were looking and barking to the east.  Their howls filled the
air.  Drogon was up on his claws gripping the tower top his neck compressing
and then stretching out as he roared up into the heavens.  Rhaegal and Viserion
were fanning their wings as they bugled.
The dragons had joined the Direwolves in scanning the eastern edge of
Winterfell.  Their gazes questing to see beyond the ancient granite walls.  The
very air was reverberating with the roars and howls of the dragons and
Direwolves. 
People were now running out onto the grounds and appearing on the curtain walls
looking up and out over the walls of the castle.  They saw nothing and turned
to look at the screaming beasts.  Confusion was beginning to run riot in
Winterfell.
Sansa put her hand over her ears to try and occlude the roars echoing through
the air and making the very stones themselves vibrate in distress.
Suddenly, Drogon gave forth a mighty roar and took off into the air with a
mighty up thrust of his legs.  He bugled another mighty roar.  Drogon’s wings
beat heavily as his massive body clawed for altitude.  Viserion and Rhaegal
also took to the air bugling loudly.  Their wings beating hard and fast gaining
altitude.  The air now filled with the sounds of their wings creating a
hurricane of wind and sound to add to the cacophony of discordant notes ringing
throughout the ancient keep.
The Direwolves started to howl louder.  The fur on their shoulder girdles and
on their backs stood up on end bristled.  Slaver flung from their massive
jaws.  Their eyes alight with urgency.  They jumped around in circles snapping
at each other.  The dragons circled the ancient castle gathering speed and
looking around to the east seeking what their arcane senses had felt.
For a minute the dragons flew in tight spirals over the castle grounds bugling
wildly.  The people outside gaped at the clearly angry dragons circling over
the large grounds of Winterfell.  The three behemoths circling low as they
continued to roar out their deafening bugles.  Then they as one, the three
dragons banked over and headed east rising to gain attitude.  Like arrows they
dragons flashed over the walls of Winterfell and disappeared as they swung
their bodies lower their long tails whipping in the air only to disappear
also. 
The dirwolves howled and pelted out of the courtyard yard they had been
roosting in.  They ran as one their tongues hanging out their mouths.  Their
goal clear.  They were charging for the open east gate.
Now Sansa and Margaery were running down the curtain wall to get to the east
side of the castle.  They soon lost sight of the Direwolves.  Their loud howls
getting fainter as the wolves ran at full gallop out the east gate.  Sansa knew
the mighty animals had by now disappeared into Winter Town their howls echoing
off the walls of the narrow allies heading east.
Suddenly a huge swatch of blue light erupted a half mile to the east of Winter
Town.  It exploded out from nowhere.  It was not large maybe a half mile wide
and rising up several thousand feet.  The air crackled with energy. 
BBBOOOMMMMMMMMM!
A mighty concussion of force rolled over the castle.  The blue wall was gone.
Sansa and Margaery rounded the curvature of the castle walls.  Sansa screamed. 
Drogon was tumbling through the air backwards.  Rhaegal and Viserion flew
forward at reckless speed forward.
Then the blue light was back.  It rippled and now the two women could mighty
eldritch power radiating from that blue wall of light.  They could see hazily
through the wall of blue.  Margaery pointed.
Suddenly the wall erupted into wild swirls and gyrations.  The blue light
intensified a thousand fold as the two dragons crashed into the light. The two
dragons roared as they impacted the blue wall of magical force.
KKKKAAAABBBBOOOMMMMMM!
Another shockwave howled into existence.  The two dragons bodies seemed to be
gripped in a vice grip as the dragons kicked and thrashed.  Then they were
thrown back tumbling wildly through the air.  They roared their anger while
they twisted their bodies to right themselves.  Their mighty wings pinioning
hard to claw back the altitude the blue wall had stolen from the wall.  The
blue wall nearly shimmered out but left a thin gauze film in the air.  The blue
wall almost vanished but left an afterglow. 
Again and again the dragons attacked down on something only to have the blue
wall appear fully formed again  and rebuff their attacks.  The dragons circled
off their rebuffed attacks making them hesitate.
Now Sansa saw before her beyond Wintertown a small force of men, horses and …
and Giants!  But these were not like the Giants she had read of in Maester
Luwin’s books.  Sansa knew she was gaping at these tall mighty men and … and
women!  Almost all of the Giants were women!  The horses now trumpeted loudly. 
The sound for some reason made Sansa’s heart beat hard in her chest.  She felt
joy and triumph flare in her soul.  Sansa turned to look at Margaery and it was
clear she too felt it.
War horns were sounding all over Winterfell as the call to arms was sounded. 
The plains were filled with troops that were bivouac as they transitioned
north.  They too blew their war horns at the enemy suddenly in their midst. 
Sansa saw the commanders calling men to formation.  Confusion reigned seeing
this small group in their midst.
The commanders in the fields had the same thought crossing Sansa’s mind.  How
had this force marched right through their ranks unseen or unheard?
It was the Giants that really threw all into confusion.  My gods Sansa
thought.  Some of them were fourteen feet tall if not taller.  They were
perfectly formed and comely to the eye.  These Giant men and women were not
from the north off Westeros.
Margaery spoke Sansa’s thought “They must have journeyed here from some far
distant land!  But are they friend or foe!”
Somehow the invaders had passed unseen by all.  Confusion reigned in the camps
and in Winterfell.
A woman was in front of the rest of the small force.  She rode on one of the
impossibly beautiful horses.  She stopped as did all her companions.  They
stood still before Winterfell and the forces arrayed around them.  They seemed
to be showing they were no threat.  The woman in front of the main force was
dressed in a simple blue tunic.  She had a staff across her thighs.  She looked
around her. Sansa saw the riders on these mighty horses had not saddle or
tact.  How did they ride the powerful horses Sansa wondered?
The woman gripped her horses flank with her knees and rose up.  In an
impossibly strong voice she shouted.
“WE COME IN PEACE!  WE COME TO ALINGN WITH THE DRAGONTHANE!”
The woman had a foreign accent but her words were clear.
Sansa looked at Margaery “I hear dragon but what is a ‘thane’?” Sansa asked
Margaery.
“I am not sure but I think it must be an honorific.  They must be friends come
to aid our cause!” Margaery jumped up and down smiling.
Sansa was not so sure yet.  What better way to get them to lower their guard
for an attack.
The woman below them on the horse took the staff up she had had on her lap. 
She now twirled it above her head so fast it became a blur.  The staff caught
blue fire and glowed like the sun.  Long tongues of eldritch power flared off
the wooden staff and whirled off to rise up and only then slowly fade leaving
spangles behind before completely disappearing.
The woman then gripped her staff smoothly at one end and slammed it down into
the ground.
KKKKAAABBOOOMMMMMM!
Another shockwave of power rolled over Winterfell and buffeted dragons in the
air. 
The dragons roared in challenge and again dove down at the interlopers.  The
curved blue wall suddenly sprang back to full life again.  Rhaegal had gained
the most altitude and now he flew almost straight down into the blue wall.  The
dragon trying to use height and momentum to crash through the blue barrier. 
Like a green comet Rhaegal plummeted down.  His body slammed into the blue
incandescence.  This time his body hit the blue wall and his momentum was
shunted up and over the curved blue force.  His claws tried to find purchase
but found none as his body tumbled over the curved wall.  Rhaegal was stunned
but otherwise unhurt as he flew off.  Sansa saw the Dirwolves appear out of the
east side of Wintertown and run at break neck speed toward the force of strange
people before her.
Both women screamed at Lady to stop but the wolf could not hear them from such
a distance and she would not have stopped anyways.  Her dander was up and the
need to defend her home to great.
Shaggydog and Nymeria hit the wall at the same time.  The translucent blue had
dimmed with the repulsion of Rhaegal’s attack suddenly surged a bright rippling
blue again.  The Direwolves were hurled back spinning wildly.  They landed hard
and rolled.  They snapped back to their feet and shook their heads but were
otherwise unhurt.  They began to howl furiously at the wall and the people and
giants beyond.
Drogon came down from the heights.  His head cantered back and then surged
forward as he bellowed a mighty fiery ball of white hot fiery death.  His
flames hit the blue wall and was instantly snuffed out.  The dragon jet of
flame was long as he continued to spit out fire as he descended.  Finally, he
was out of flame.  Drogon banked off roaring in fury.
The other two dragons dove down and jetted huge gouts of their flame at the
blue wall but it was absorbed and defeated.  The mighty black dragon had flown
up two thousand feet and now dived straight down his hind legs brought forward
his talons extended.  Drogon slammed into the wall his feet making the wall sag
in.   He roared in triumph as the blue wall vibrated and flared a brighter
blue.
The woman wielding the staff had been singing it seemed.  She changed the pitch
of her melody.  The wall strengthened and threw the dragon back.  Drogon again
tumbling back through the air.
For the next minute, the dragons roaring wildly as they now circled the blue
wall of force that had stymied their efforts to defeat it.  Drogon suddenly
spun off and flew at breakneck speed back towards the castle.
The woman who had slammed her staff into the ground lifted her body up and
stood on her beautiful horse.  Sansa now noticed that the horse seemed to
almost ripple with power and strength.  This was like no horse Sansa had ever
read of.  This horse was imbued with strength, grace and agility.
The blue wall was still there but without assault it had dimmed to a shimmering
force that was ready to flare up again to provide protection to this force if
needed.  Sansa and Margaery could easily see through the blue rippling wall.
“My gods look at how the star on the horse’s head glows!” Margaery exclaimed
pointing at the horse the woman was sitting on.  Sansa gasped seeing it too. 
Sansa knew she was looking upon something precious.
The woman looked at Wintefell.  In an impossibly loud voice the woman shouted. 
“I am Lustera!  A Lord on the High Council of Revelstone!  I repeat my early
entreaty.  I and my companion have traveled far to come offer our aid to the
Dragonthane.  We see her dragons.  We have traveled far.  I have come in peace
and offer our strength against your ancient foe.  I, Giants, Haruchai, Ranyhyn
and Ramen have come to fight by your side.”
Her words echoed off into the distance.
Sansa and Margaery looked at each other.  Could the last twenty-four hours get
any more exciting!
 
Eddard
Eddard was running down a corridor in the cellar warrens of the Great Keep.  He
had just had a meeting with Daenerys showing her the craftsmanship of the
dragon glass weapons he was making.  There was a large warren of mainly unused
rooms and several large chambers in the five levels of cellars below the Great
Keep.  The rooms located on the north by west side of the hill.  The rest of
the hill had the hot springs with water burbling up that kept the Great Keep
warm even in the depth of winter.
The Great Keep had been built into a hill that rose up roughly fifty feet from
the ground level at the castle walls.  The land slopping up to the northeast
walls of the castle.  The original construction had taken advantage of this to
make a large underground complex that would be protected from any type of siege
assault.
Eddard had converted the two lowest levels for dragon glass weapon creation
with artisans he had hired from Essos.  They had not worked with obsidian in
their home cities but worked with jade, turquoise and shale that some cultures
valued.  They were thus used to working with rock one had to work with care.   
He had made sure that the warrens had been thoroughly cleaned out.  All
droppings and rats that could be possibly eradicated were.  He had extra
torches installed and brazier pots put in each room and filled with coal and
coke to provide light and warmth.  He brought in hay and fresh cut peppermint
sprigs to freshen the air.
He knew happy workers were productive workers.  He was paying the artisans top
dollar. He paid them as well he paid his local workers.  He had heard of the
practice of “sweat shops” being used.  It had been long decreed by his Stark
ancestors that no trade would knowingly be done with the Slave Cities.  When
his father had discovered the use of “forced labor” at barely subsistence wages
he had outlawed trade with those entities.
Eddard had been more than happy to continue that policy.  He would never
countenance such practices in the North.  As in all things he led by example. 
The Queen had been most impressed with the high standards he had initiated and
enforced.  She informed him that she too had the same high quality of work
being done.  She had then griped his arm in a surprisingly strong grip.  She
made direct contact eye contact with the Warden of the North.
“I also admire how you treat those you employee and how you eat with the common
folk.  I hope to one day institute that policy but things are still too new and
untried in King’s Landing.”   Eddard watched her sigh. 
“What is it about the North?” the Queen mused in a tone that made it sound
rhetorical. 
“My Queen?”
“Dany please.”
“Dany.”
“Your people … I can’t put a finger on it.  Your subjects are not more pure or
noble than what resides in King’s Landing but … I don’t know … the avarice, the
pettiness, the way the strong do not dispose the weak.  I have to judge so many
cases of this in King’s Landing.  It can be depressing seeing so much avarice.”
Daenerys snorted and then chuckled.
Eddard asked her what she found so funny.
“There was this man who wanted to use my dragons to tow large banners across
the sky advertising products for erectile dysfunction.”  The Queen shook her
head.  Then she looked again at Eddard with a questioning gaze.
“Why do you not have such pettiness here in the North Eddard?  Do you know? 
Can it be known?”
Eddard took a deep breath considering.  “I cannot be sure my—Dany.  I think
life is harder in the North and that engenders working together more.  Also,
our cities are smaller and we have more room I guess I would call it.  It helps
reduce tension.  But believe me Dany, we have our petty squabbles and thievery
both between people and with businesses.  It is just less and not out in the
open like your situation.  You are dealing with major trade and businesses.”
“Manderly in White Harbor has his fair share of such issues I assure you my
Queen” he held up his hand when Dany started to protest.   “I use your title
Dany because I sense you feel you are lacking.  You are not.  I would not have
survived very long in King’s Landing.”
“I would have to disagree Eddard.”  The Queen cocked her head “I ask why you
think not.  You have proven must adept at the Game of Thrones.”
“I just don’t have the temperament.  I am too lenient and I assure you forces
that you control and even bend to your will would consume me.  I feel it in my
bones.  I would have tried to work with Cersei Lannister and Robert to get them
to fix what could not be fixed.  Everything in King’s Landing was broken beyond
mending.  If I had tried to be Hand I would have been like a lamb among
wolves.”
Now Eddard snorted.  A wry smile came on his face.  “I can just see it now. 
Robert gored by a boar.  Cersei imprisoning me and that fool eldest son of hers
chopping my head off.”
Dany chuckled “Such imagination Eddard.  You should have been a scribe for the
Murmurs.”
Eddard smiled “Maybe I should have … I doubt I would have the patience or
fortitude to finish such a play though.  I would only probably write five of
seven acts.”
They had finished inspecting the dragon glass proclaiming it first rate.  She
asked his pardon and went to have a meeting with her Klatch of Confidents.  She
had explained who and why she had such a group.  Eddard supposed he had the
same thing with his son and two daughters. 
He had gone up to the first level of the cellars.  He went to the two large
rooms on the south end of the Great Keep.  He opened the door to the second the
room.  He looked down the room and the long lines of wine cellar racks.  The
varnished maple racks stretching down the room.  There was fifteen rows of such
racks.  Each row of wine was made of racks on each side of the row.  The racks
themselves were six feet tall and four feet wide and nine inches deep.  The
bottles stored horizontal to the floor.  Each rack stored one hundred and five
bottles nearly four inches in diameter.  The last two rack on each row had
larger bens to hold bottles up to five inches 1/8 inch diameter.  These slots
were for Large Champagne, Magnum Bordeaux, Magnum Champagne, and Double Magnum
bottles.  
He saw the clipboard on the peg of the closest rack to the door.  He took it
down and looked at the bottle lists for the racks.  He knew Winterfell had a
first rate distilled spirits collection.  He did not know of any of it.  He had
never drank, smoked or done any recreational drugs that some lords partook of. 
He looked at the selections of wines both red and white.  He looked at the many
types of champagne.  He read the bourbons, whiskeys, vodkas, cognacs and other
hard spirits.
He was not even sure what wines went with what.  He looked at the charts to
select wine or spirits for various meals and various situations.  He studied it
for a few minutes.  He started to get a headache. 
The campaign he rode in during Robert’s Rebellion was child’s play compared to
trying to decipher this arcane code.  He put the clipboard back on the peg.  He
would have to ask Sansa and Margaery to help with this.  He would have a
banquet before they left for Winterfell to march north to the all.
Eddard feared that if he selected the spirits they would somehow be so wrong
that the Queen would choke and spit out what he had selected.
He was just about to leave the wine cellar when he heard it.  The whole
building was shaking with the bottles in the racks rattling.  The various
bottle sizes and makeup of alcohol making various notes in a discordant
symphony.  He looked up at the ceiling.  The bass notes of Drogon’s trumpets
reverberating through the room.  Eddard could feel that Drogon must had have
roosted on top of the Great Keep again.
It had been off putting at first to look up and see the mighty black dragon
resting nonchalantly on the tower of his home.  He had not been sure at first. 
He had quickly adjusted.  The dragon actually looked domesticated all curled up
on itself its tail swishing against the stones of the Great Keep.
Now Viserion and Rhaegal were joining in a cacophony of agitated notes of
challenge.  The walls were literally vibrating with all the trumpets filling
the air.  Eddard looked at all the bottle dancing in their bins.  Fortunately,
the construction was good and the bottles stayed in their private nooks.  He
walked out the cellar closing the door.  He could feel the dragon’s anger in
the very walls of the Great Keep. 
The dragon roars did not stop.  A sudden terrifying thought surged through his
veins.  Had the Ice King already come?  Had he somehow ambushed his forces and
annihilated them and now was at the gates of Winterfell.
Had the final battle already begun!  Was he already defeated!
He felt a mighty bass trumpet from Drogon and the Great Keep shook hard. 
Eddard instinctively knew the great dragon had launched his body airborne. 
Eddard ran down the hall and up the stairs to the first floor and ran at a
sprint down the hall and into the side hall that ran along the east side of the
castle wall.  He heard the dragons bugling but the sounds no longer vibrated
through the stone.  They had taken to the air.  At first the sounds had been
near but the mighty roars were fading in and out.  He thought the dragons were
moving off to confront what had made them take flight.
Eddard reached the entryway to the stairs leading up to the walkway of the
inner bailey wall near the guard tower at the Great Hall.  He ran furiously up
the steps taking them two at time.  He was thankful he was not wearing his
chain mail.  He would need it in combat and be terribly expose without it but
he needed to see what the hell was happening as he bounded up the seemingly
interminable steps.
He suddenly realized he didn’t have his FUCKING SWORD!  No matter.  He had to
see what the hell was happening.  He now heard the Direwolves howling as if the
stars of heaven were falling from the sky.  The dragons were still bellowing
with mighty roars.  Even with distance the bugles of the dragons echoed
throughout the castle grounds.  As Eddard rose up the compound he heard the
dragon calls clearer now.  The way the sounds of the dragons came and went he
knew the dragons were circling their agitation in a circle above
Winterfell.  What the hell was going on out there?!
He was almost at the doorway thank the gods.  The door was wide open.  He saw
men been running back and forth in a melee of cross purposes.  He heard troops
storming up behind him.
He heard Stannis roar “What the fucking hell is going on godsdamnit!” 
Renly’s voice chimed in “Get your fucking ass in gear brother.  You are
blocking the stair!”
That made Eddard feel better calming himself slightly.  It was what he needed
to hear.  If Stannis was cursing then it really was a frantic situation!
He burst up on the walkway of the inner wall.  Just as he did so he saw the
three dragons of Daenerys bank over the east castle walls.  The mighty beasts
just clearing the curtain wall and immediately dove down hard their tails
whipping to counterbalance their sudden descent.   In an instant their bodies
were gone from sight.  Their bugles of challenge still loud in the air. 
He ran to a crosswalk and ran to the outer wall.  He heard the Direwolves
howling.  He was still some distance from the east gate.  He looked out pas the
castle and saw the dragons gaining altitude to the east.  He leaned out an
embrasure and looked to the East Gate.  He spotted the Direwolves bursting out
into view pelting furiously into Winter Town howling the whole way.  He resumed
running down the curtain wall.
He looked off to the east.  What!  Was the air rippling with a blue wall of
light?   Drogon came into view flying straight at the blue wall of rippling
light.  Then the light suddenly flared.  Eddard’s mouth fell open.  It seemed
like blue lightening from wall of blue light enclosed Drogon folding around his
body.  Then the body of the mighty dragon was sent tumbling back through the
air away from the blue wall of shimmering light.
Eddard at first had feared for the dragon.  But Eddard saw Drogon right his
body and flew up and away.  His bugles of anger echoing in the cold air.
Stannis and Renly came up beside Eddard and then Oberyn was there and he
pointed to what they all saw.  The air seemed it was full of hanging rippling
snakes undulating.  Then the very air seemed exploded into bright dark blue
light.  All on the walls recoiled back.  Did the Ice King have magic they
nothing of?  They all three watched slack jawed.  The other two dragons of the
Queen easily repelled by the shimmering blue light.  The dragons screaming
their rage as they flew off to circle back.  The men watched several more
attacks by the mighty dragons easily repulsed.
Was their defeat imminent?  What could so easily defeat the dragons of
Daenerys?  If the Ice King could repel so easily the might dragons what chance
did they have?
The blue light then seemed to explode into a million shards of sparkling
light.  A hard force slammed into Eddard’s chest staggering him.  The dragons
wobbled in the air but regained their balance and flew on.  The first attacks
had been survived.
Eddard and his fellow High House Lords ran again down the curtain wall of
Winterfell to get to the east wall to see what was happening to the east.  What
force was attacking Winterfell?  They finally ran around the curvature of the
wall.
Eddard looked and expected to see Ice Wrights and undead to the horizon. 
WHAT?! That was not what he saw at all.  Before him stood a very small party of
men, horses and … and GIANTS but not giants like were in the far north.  They
were like regular men no wait—they were women in armor.  He noticed a rider at
the fore on an impossibly muscular beautiful horse.  He saw other riders of
normal dimension on other of the mighty horses.
The rider was a woman with a staff.  She suddenly spun her staff that glowed
light blue from end to end but the fire did not touch her hands.  The staff
seemed was spun so fast that Eddard could not follow it.  The woman then
slammed her staff into the ground.  Another blue wall of flame rose up and
circled over her and her companions.
A second detonation of mighty power washed over the castle staggering all
making many fall to their knees.
“Go Rheagal!” Oberyn shouted jumping up and down like a little boy.  “Death to
the enemies of the Queen!”
Eddard saw the wall of blue had been erected just in time.  Rhaegal dove into
the wall meaning to attack the forces on the ground.  Blue force gripped the
dragon and then threw it back.  He saw the Direwolves burst into view and beat
a furious pace to the wall.  The gathered men watched as the Direwovles
Shaggydog and Nymeria slammed into the wall and were easily repulsed.  Their
bodies flung high and back.  Like the Dragons, the Direwolves seemed unhurt
when repulsed by the blue wall of light. 
Men were cheering the attacks. 
Eddard watched the attacks and the defense.  This was not attack but a
defense.  These were warriors in armor and had slipped the defenses of Eddard
but now had chosen to expose themselves. 
The blue shield held up under the dragons breathing fire and slamming into it. 
The wall repulsed but did not kill. 
Then he saw Drogon rise up and bank back towards the castle.  Then he saw the
Queen and his daughter come bursting into the inner courtyard from the great
keep.  The mighty black dragon swooped down to the ground and the queen and his
daughter gripped his scales.  Eddard was impressed with how easily both
Daenerys and his daughter gripped the hot scales and worked up the black
dragon’s body and seated themselves.  Then the dragon roared and took to the
air.  She was flying to the confrontation. 
She had reasoned it out.
He shouted at a man in the courtyard to hold his horse he was riding around in
a circle.  Eddard flew back down the castle steps.  Stannis and Oberyn were
right behind him.  Oberyn was screaming he needed his spear and a fucking horse
to ride into combat.
Eddard started again.  He was too excited!  He still didn’t have his sword! No
matter!  His queen had flown off without her sword.  It was speed he needed.
He reached the courtyard and yelled at the man to get off his horse.  The man
riding the horse was wild eyed.
“Get the fuck off the godsdamned horse!” Eddard roared.
Eddard had heard the woman’s speech.  It had a strange lilt but the words were
clear.
He had been right.  Damn the air was full of war horns.  He needed to get
there!
The man got off.  Eddard was up on the horse in a flash and flew to the East
gate and was out it in moments.  He did not normally whip a horse but he did
now slapping the horse’s shoulders with the extra reins on the bridle.  The
horse flew down the roads of Winter Town.  Eddard saw the dragons were no
longer attacking but circling moving up.  Drogon was crisscrossing tightly
above the blue wall with the Queen and his daughter on his mighty back.
The Queen was waiting for him he was sure.  Thank you my Queen!
In a minute he burst out the other side of Winter Town and let the horse take
its full head.
In another minute he was at the blue wall.  The woman stood just behind the
wall of blue rippling magical light.  She held her blazing staff unhurt.  Her
other companions stared down at him.  Eddard looked up at them wonderment.  He
could not believe what his eyes saw.  These giants were perfectly formed unlike
giants of the far north above the wall. 
The giants were smiling at him.  Eddard saw the Giants were mainly women and
covered with some strange style of armor made of granite if Eddard was right. 
There were other strangers to this force.  The more normally sized humans
seemed impassive.  They looked at Eddard with unreadable faces.  The woman who
seemed to be the leader reminded him of Stannis for some reason.  Her face was
stern and her body rigid.
They looked beyond him.  He felt the mighty backwash of wings behind and he
knew that the Queen had arrived.  Her heard Daenerys and his daughter quickly
scrabbling down off the mighty black dragon’s back.   Drogon roared a mighty
bugle of challenge and soared back into the sky. 
“Father!” he heard and then his body staggered with the impact of Arya’s body
into his and her hugging him.
Eddard smiled and patted his daughter’s back.  Daenerys came up beside him in
full royal presence calmly looking forward and up at the woman who looked down
at her from atop her horse with her staff blazing bright blue in her hands.
The woman’s lips moved and the blue wall simply disappeared.
A loud silence filled the air.  Eddard had not fully realized how much noise
the blue wall had been emitting.
Eddard stepped back and bent the knee facing his Queen.  He wanted it made
clear that Daenerys Targaryen was the leader of Westeros.  He was not sure what
the mores of these various people were.  But the fact that women predominated
spoke volumes without a word being said.  It was clear that women were leading
this strange party.
The woman on the horse slide off.  It was then that Eddard saw that the horse
had no saddle. He looked at the other mounted horses.  None of them had
saddles, bridles or reins.  The riders were all bare of feet except for the
woman with the staff and she only wore simple sandals.  The women Giants wore
war sandals.  The two Giant men had on sailor deck shoes. 
Eddard returned his gaze to the persons riding these powerful horses.  How
could they control their horses?  Eddard started when he sensed the horse of
the woman with the staff was looking directly at him.  The horse he swore was
laughing at him as it neigh loudly and shook its head.
A woman on the left spoke pushing her horse forward.  “You do the Ranyhyn
disservice” she barked “no Ranyhyn would ever let their rider fall off.  You
insult them!”  There was outright anger in the woman’s voice.  In fact her body
was shaking with suppressed anger.
Eddard cocked an eyebrow at the woman.  Her anger was totally uncalled for.  He
was nonplussed by such a hostile reaction when no offense was given.  The woman
with the staff held up her hand in the direction of the dark brown skinned
woman.  The woman seemed to control her ire with a visible effort.
His Queen spoke up “We are strangers.  Please forgive our strange and seeming
rudeness.  I assure you no insult is meant.  Teach us how to honor you”
Daenerys spoke in a calm clear voice.
This was why Daenerys was meant to rule and not he.  He was not a diplomat who
knew how to handle such awkward moments.  His Queen was able to handle this
situations with easy aplomb.
One of the Giant stepped forward.  He looked up and he could not believe his
eyes.  The woman was at least thirteen feet tall and he saw that she was not
the tallest by far.  She came forward and her eyes were alive with mirth.  
These were definitely not the giants of the far North covered in fur and club
like limbs.  They were totally human but were twice the size of a normal sized
man and then some.  Their visages were beautiful to behold.  The tall Giant
woman’s face was filled with a gentle smile.
“I am Braveheart Tillerkeel.  I am first of this quest.  First, I must
apologize for Shapa of the Ramen.  They are tenders to the great horses of the
plains of Ra.  She is a Manethrall and is fiercely protective of the Ranyhyn
she serves.  They are the sky and earth given flesh.  They are as intelligent
as any of us and braver.  They have always carried the Land’s defenders into
combat for millennium for those that they have deemed worthy.  To ride a
Ranyhyn is the greatest honor that can bestowed in the Land.”
“We have journeyed across the world to join you.  I and my people represent our
races.  We come from the south of our world.  We have crossed the Soulbiter and
Soulcrusher to reach this far distant land.  We are anxious to serve the need
of the world.”  The Giant looked at Eddard.
Then her gaze shifted to Daenerys Targaryen and to the woman at her shoulder
Arya Stark.  The Giant made a deep bow to the pale Targaryen.  “We have
journeyed far to meet the Dragonthane.  We assume you must be the woman
prophesized of.  You are white of hair and ride strange beasts called dragons. 
You will fight Ice and Death.  We are here to support you.”
The Giant and the Queen looked at each other.
“Would you tell us your name?” the Giant inquired softly with a smile still on
her face.  Eddard felt that laugher and gaiety came easily to these tall folk.
“I am Daenerys Targaryen.  I do not believe in prophecies.”
“As it was prophesized.”
The Warden of the North was impressed.  The jib subtle and given in a good
natured tone.  Eddard smiled inside seeing the Queen start and then seethe. 
Her hatred of prophecies was well know.
“You will defeat the Ice King in this land.  Then you will journey to the East
and in the ruined land of volcanos and shattered cities you will then restore
magic.  You will enable the restoration of the Earthroot and renewal of the
Blood of the Earth.  You will take the Scribe to the One Tree and she will
somehow take from that hoary tree a limb and fashion a new staff of law.  Then
you will return and fight the Demon Stone and the Raver who holds it.”
The words was spoken matter-of-factly. 
“I know nothing of this.”
“You will in time.  But first we must meet this Ice Death at the blue line in
the sky.”
Eddard now spoke up.  “What you call the ‘blue line in the sky’ we call the
Wall.  It is a solid wall of Ice three hundred miles long and up to seven
hundred feet in height.  It is to protect us against the foe that is named the
Ice King by us.  He is an elemental being of ice and cold.
The woman with the blue staff spoke up.  “He has a Croyel with him.  It is that
vile pestilence that called to us to come to your aid.  This was added to by
the prophecies concerning this time.  One of these Croyels was once paired with
an Arghuleh in our Land to the far North of our Land.  It too tried to build a
kingdom of ice that would have consumed the Land.  Hamoko sacrificed his life
defeating and killing the Arghuleh and its loathsome host.  The Croyels are a
vile and noisome race.  They are evil personified.
Braveheart spoke up again.  “We are representatives of the forces that serve
and protect the Land.  We have journeyed from the south of the world to come to
the northern hemisphere to do battle against this bane of the Earth and its
Croyel ally.  If it is not contained and defeated her we fear it will try and
consume the Earth.  This Ice King must be met and defeated.”
“I speak for the Giants.  Though the Giants home is far away we have always
served the Land and now the Earth in its time of need.  As Thomas Covenant and
Linde Avery journeyed across worlds and time to save the world we have
journeyed across the Soulbiter and Soulcrusher to come and lend our aid.  We
have been told by the old seers to align with the pale haired woman who rides
beast that fly the air.  You are that woman Daenerys Targaryen.  We have come
with allies who also align with you.  We are mighty.  They also are mighty.”
The giant looked at a woman maybe an inch taller than Daenerys.  She had jet
black hair that was cut in bangs and parted over her ears covering half the
length of the woman’s ears.  Hair down to her neck in the back.  The other
women of this race wore their hair similarly.  The men of this race had very
short haircuts.  All this Eddard took in as he stood looking on passively.  He
was betraying no emotions himself.  His instincts told him to trust these
strange denizens from a faraway land but his caution still held him in check.
Eddard’s eyes took in the medium brown color of these peoples skin.  These
people in some respects seemed like they were from the land of Dorne but their
almond eyes and facial features were not of Westeros.  Eddard had met a few
people of the far away land of Yi Ti and Leng.  These people generally looked
like them but the plains of their faces did match those people. 
These people were not of Westeros or Essos.
Eddard could sense strength in the woman but she and the men with her did not
have the build to be warriors that could fight anyone with a weapon.  They had
nothing on but tunics belted at the waist.  He could barely see a strap lashed
over the woman’s chest to compress her breast to keep them in place in combat. 
He subtly cocked his head to observe their feet.  They wore nothing on their
feet.  They had no weapons on their persons that he could see.
Eddard wondered on these supposed warriors.  They would not last long against
any armed opponent. 
The Giant, Braveheart Tillerkeel, motioned with her hand for the small brown
woman to come forward.  The woman brought her Ranyhyn forward.  The woman had
no emotion on her face.  She stared flatly at Eddard.  The Giant bowed deeply
to the woman with a large smile on her face.  The Giant found humor in
introducing with a flourish this taciturn woman.  “This is Brail of the
Haruchai. She is First Mark.  She commands the Haurchai and is Bloodguard to
Lord Lustera.  Do not underestimate the Haruchai.  Their strength rivals our
own strength.”
Eddard wondered why the Giant was exaggerating these peoples strength.  They
were small of stature compared to Eddard and he was no giant like Stannis. 
“You have met Manethrall Shapa and her Ranyhyn Fohn whom you accidently
slighted.”  The giant chuckled.  The named woman looked at Eddard with a flat
face too.  Her body was rigid though.  Eddard knew the woman still harbored ill
will for Eddard’s unintended slight of the Ranyhyn.  
Braveheart Tillerkeel looked back at Winterfell.  “We would journey to the
owner of the castle before us.  The Giants respect the crafting of all rock and
we see greatness in those blocks and mighty walls.  There we can make proper
greeting of all our members and come to know you.”
Eddard could not help but feel his chest swell with pride.
Eddard told the Giant “That is Winterfell.  This is my home.  We Starks have
lived in this castle for almost eight thousand years.  I am Eddard Stark and
the Warden of the North.  I am vassal to Daenerys Targaryen.  She is the
Breaker of Chains.  ”
The Giant looked perplexed.  “Do chains have great magic here?”
“No it represents that that she freed the slaves of Slavers Bay and in the Free
cities.”
“What is this slavery?” Lustra asked.  She clearly was confused by the word. 
“I have never heard the word before.”
“It is when men force other men to serve as chattel and all freedom it taken
from them.”
Lustra looked at her companions who looked perplexed back at her.
“How is this possible?  Wars are fought we understand but why does was one man
take another man’s freedom after the war is over.  The conflict is settled one
way or the other.  How do you allow such a heinous act to occur?”
It took Eddard five minutes to fully get the concept across. The queen watched
this with silence.  She never talked of her defeat of slavery.
The Giants seemed almost stunned.  Braveheart asked “How long was this
allowed?”
“Five thousand years.”
The giants started shouting and some pulled their swords out of scarabs on hips
and backs all faces drained of laughter and now filled with fury.
The Manethrall ripped a length of rope out of her hair and gripped the length
of rope in both hands.  Her teeth bared in rage at this concept.
Eddard was both surprised that the mere concept of slavery could be so strange
to these travelers from the South of the world.  Almost as surprising was their
visceral reaction to their new found knowledge of slavery.
The Haurchai First Mark on her Ranyhyn stepped her horse forward.  She asked
impassively.  “How was this allowed to stand?”
“None desired to end it until my Queen put an end to it.  What stood for five
thousand years is no more because of her.”
The Haruchai tilted her head.  She then dismounted and came to stand before the
queen.  She walked with a martial prowess Eddard observed.  Another Haruchai
came forward and jumped off his Ranyhyn.  He stood beside Brail.
Brail acknowledge the other Haruchai with the slightest inflection of her
head.  They looked at each other.  Eddard could have sworn they were somehow
communicating without words.  As one they turned back to Daenerys. In unison
they came to stand before the Queen with rigid backs and flexed knees.  They
looked ready to meet any challenge that their strength could match.  Brail
turned to face the Queen.  Her visage was flat and expressed no emotion. 
“You have ended a great evil that others allowed to stand for five thousand
years.  This act must be answered” Brail spoke in a flat voice that showed no
emotion.  Her tonal lilt suppressing her words.
“This is Bannor.  He will be your Bloodguard as long as we are in this land of
Westeros.”
“I do not need his service”
“Never the less you have it.”  The man came before Daenerys.  He looked at her
impassively.  He stood five foot six inches tall.  His dark almond eyes
regarded the Queen flatly.  His bare feet did not seem to feel the cold Earth
he was standing on.  His body was toned and fit.  He then bowed the smallest
fraction toward Daenerys Targaryen.
He slammed his fist into his chest. Eddard was shocked at the force of the
balled hand striking flesh.  It sounded like his fist could crush granite to
Eddard.  Eddard began to wonder of his first impression of these brown skinned
flat mien people.  The man spoke with a flat voice that yet had a strange lilt
to it like the woman.  “Fist and Faith.  There is only victory or death.”  His
speech and manner impassive.  The repressed lilt of the man’s speech made
Eddard think that the Haruchai found Westerosi a difficult speech to utter for
these strange warriors. 
“I refuse this service” was Daenerys prompt reply.  Her tone broke no argument.
The two Haruchai cocked their heads toward each other fractionally.  Eddard was
somehow sure they were communicating somehow without words.  Eddard noticed the
‘Lord’ looked alarm and now urged her Ranyhyn forward.
The two Haruchai turned and gave Daenerys their full attention again.
Brail spoke “You are the Dragonthane.  You have broken the horror that is this
‘slavery’.  You are the locus of much that is and will come.  We offer our
service.  Bannor will be your Bloodguard.  We find this necessary as our
ancestors found it necessary with High Lord Kevin of the High Council.”
“I do not need it” was the Queen’s short answer.
Bannor regarded Daenerys closely.  Eddard saw that the rest of the Haruchai had
slowly brought their Ranyhyn forward silently.  Bannor looked fractionally at
Brail.  She nodded.  “Need has nothing to do with our offer.  We will serve.  I
am now your Bloodguard.  I will protect you to my last breath if necessary. 
Service is necessary.  High Lord Kevin attempted to resist our offer of
service.”
Eddard saw the Lord, Lustra, start and he now saw fear for some reason on her
face.  She stared at Brail and Bannor gnawing her lip.  The Lord was no longer
taciturn in her agitation.
“I still must refuse your offer.  I am touched but I will not accept this
service” Daenerys spoke calmly.  Arya touched her shoulder to give Daenerys her
support.
Eddard saw that the Lord was becoming greatly upset now.  She started to speak
but hesitated.  Lustra was truly fearful now for some reason Eddard could not
understand. 
The two Haruchai again seemed to communicate somehow between themselves.  The
other Haruchai had now dismounted their horses and formed behind their two
comrades.  It was obvious to Eddard the Haruchai were showing solidarity for
and with Brail and Bannor.  The Haruchai stood impassively but Eddard felt
great tension in the air.
“Would you require us to speak the words of the Vow to show our intent?  Must
we invoke the Earthpower to prove our worth?” Bannor asked the Queen.
It was clear that Daenerys did not understand what the Haruchai were implying. 
He himself did not understand.  What was this “vow”?  Eddard could see Daenerys
trying to understand what the Haruchai were implying.
“So be it then” Brail said flatly.  Eddard watched as the Haruchai formed up
behind Brail and Bannor.  The Haruchai began to speak in unison in a loud
voice.  They spoke in a language never before heard in the land of Westeros.
“Auri kakneena na leslra lo—“ The air had begun shimmer and the ground to
ripple underneath the feet of the Haruchai.  “Urakane foralum zatum na
kelialum—“ Eddard felt great power in the air. 
Then the Lord screamed “NOOOOO!”
She rushed her Ranyhyn up to the Queen and dismounted in a smooth motion and
came up before Daenerys.  Her face filled with a panic that was sharp and
intense.  “Please Daenerys Targaryen accept their service.  Do not require them
to speak the Vow. The price is too horrible to contemplate. The sacrifice is
too great! I beg you!”  The Lord looked wildly between the Queen and Brail.
The Haruchai had stopped whatever they had begun.  The ground beneath the
Haruchai had begun to ripple and blue light glowed up from the Earth.  The
First Mark looked at Daenerys with absolutely no emotion on her face.  Whatever
had the Lord so upset did not seem to bother the Haruchai.
“I do not understand” Daenerys breathed out.
“If you force the Haruchai to prove their worth they will speak the Vow yet
again as they did for High Lord Kevin.  They will seal their lives to death. 
They will no longer age.  Even here the Earthpower will answer their call and
need.  They will forgo love and life to serve you and your decedents to the end
of time.  Do not force them to do this!  Their service knows no limits.  Great
harm will come of this!” the Lord nearly screamed.  “Do not force them!” she
pleaded.
Eddard saw the Queen rebound.  She looked at Bannor.  He stared flatly back at
Daenerys.  Eddard watched the Queen process all she had just heard.  She bowed
her head.  “May I prove worthy of your service.”
“You have freed slaves.  I will protect you from all harm to the limit of my
strength” Bannor spoke without inflection.   Brail nodded her ascent.  The
power that had been imminent in the Earth slowly faded away.
“It is good” Brail intoned.
Eddard wondered.  One would never know the Haruchai had been about to sacrifice
their lives for Daenerys to prove their worth.  What kind of people are these
Haruchai he mused.  They show no passion and yet their souls are filled with
it.
Brail spoke again.  “To her mate we offer Jeertel as Bloodguard” a woman came
forward from the group behind Brail.  She repeated the same vow to Arya as
Banner had to Daenerys.  Arya blushed at the proclamation.
The Ranyhyn began to trumpet and rise up on their hind legs and paw the air. 
They too seemed to be giving promises of service.
Eddard had to smile.  Daenerys beamed at the simple pronouncement made by these
strangers while his daughter seemed stunned to hear her love so easily
observed.  Dany hugged Arya to her and kissed her temple.  Arya nearly
stumbled.
Yes Eddard thought to himself.  I think I will be winning that bet.  He would
use the Gold Dragons for the wedding.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys had come out of the cellar complex below the Great Keep.  She walked
around looking at the massive stone blocks that made the castle.  She was a
little enthralled with the almost black stone that Winterfell was made of.  It
was amazing how the color of stone lent so much to the personality of a
building.  She ran her fingers along the seams of the stone.  She almost felt
she could hear the stone whispering to her.  The pale Queen bent here head to
the stone.  She heard nothing.  It was there.  Ancient power and magic just out
of reach of her senses. 
The stones seemed to have a mindset.  The stones were not angry.  What was the
word Daenerys tried to find?  Then it came to her:  Brooding.  The Red Keep
with its red stone seemed almost gay compared to these dark brooding stones.
It was not a depressing atmosphere but one of a brooding contemplation of the
past.  The castle of the Red Keep and the very city of King’s Landing was less
than four hundred years old.  That City was merely an infant’s first awareness
compared to the history of this eight thousand year old castle.  True little
stood from the original castle but his spot had seen so much history.  To think
this existed before there was a wall made Daenerys head spin.  She paused when
she realized that his castle was older than the civilization that had given her
birth.
Such age was almost impossible to grasp.  She walked on down the hall hearing
the murmuring always just beyond her conscious grasp.  Did others hear it?
This very keep was over five thousand years old.  It was still as strong and
vital as it was when it was first erected.  She reached out and touched the
stone and listened.  She sighed.  She had hoped to feel and hear the history
these stones had seen.  The stones refused to tell her their secrets.  They
wished to hold onto them.  She felt Jhogo and Rakharo on her shoulders.  They
too looked around reverently at the stones of this castle.
Her Bloodriders were bred for the open sky and endless grass seas felt the
history of this place.  It would be here long after all them had turned to dust
back in the embrace of the Earth.  She heard their bells tinkle as their heads
moved looking at the ancient stones.
They walked down several more corridors.  They entered the Keep proper.  Now
they started to find adornments on the walls.  The Queen and her Dothraki gazed
up at the tapestries on the wall.  The cloth providing warmth to the cold stone
and give the residents color to look upon.  She saw several suits of armors on
stands.  She walked up to them and looked for weak points to attack.  The
warrior in her always looked for weakness.  She chuckled.  Once a warrior
always a warrior.
She stopped at a tapestry.  Her ridders did not know the significance of the
scene that had been stitched into the fabric.  It was a large tapestry that was
on dark fabric.  She walked up closer to the tapestry.  It was well crafted
with tight needle work.  The colors were still vibrant depicting the scene the
artisans had crafted.
The scene was on the side of the sea with the viewpoint out to sea.  The tide
was low with tide pools all round.  The sun was still low in the sky and the
sunlight shining brightly off the waves crashing to shore and the sea mist
rising up from the impacting waves.  The water slicked rocks glinting
brightly. 
A tall man with white hair and a tiara on his head looked down at a man
kneeling before him.  The man standing had armor that was silver and black.  He
had on a cloak synched on his shoulders that went down to his heels.  His sword
sheathed at his waist.  The cape blowing in the wind.
The man kneeling had his head bowed down in submission.  His wolf cape draped
on his shoulders and running down his back.  His attire dark grey and black. 
His armor with plate on legs, arms and upper chest with chain mail underneath. 
On the right behind the standing man who looked down calmly at the kneeling man
where men on horses.  They were mounted facing with red standards that rippled
in the morning wind.
A dragon with black body and red wings the sun shining through his thin wings
flew proudly beneath the bright sun.  Low cloud banks were on the horizon and
haze inland with rising hills behind the mounted horse.  Low mountains jutted
out in the horizon.  A man dressed in North leather and fur stood with a
lance.  The kneeling man’s personal guard.
Daenerys stepped back several steps.  The artisans had created a masterpiece of
balance. The scene centered perfectly with the contrast of light and dark.  The
tapestry had a romantic feel to it.  The scene was almost too perfect in its
balance and symmetry. 
Had it been that way she wondered.  Did the tapestry reflect the reality that
was?  Had the submission of Torrhen Stark, the King Who Knelt, really been like
this?  It was the sun she determined.  The way it glinted off the pounding
ocean and water slicked rock.  Those elements made the scene look like manifest
destiny.  That Aegon Targaryen had been meant to take this man’s sword.
Daenerys wondered about what she saw.  This was a scene of subjugation and yet
the Starks had commissioned the creation of an act that she heard snickers of
in King’s Landing.  The Starks had knelt when all of the other Great Houses had
resisted.  The other Great Houses said the House of Stark was a house of
cowards.  What had their bravery achieved?  Daenerys knew.
The Houses of the South had been burned Daenerys thought for their supposed
bravery.  Or had it been stupidity.
True, Dorne was never conquered and took their “pound of flesh” but they had
suffered grievously for it.  Daenerys did not feel like snickering looking at
the tapestry.  She saw a profound wisdom sadly lacking in her house or the
Houses below the North.  Only the House of Stark tried to avoid battles and
wars that others rushed into.  They were not always successful but they seemed
to avoid most of the petty squabbles that plagued Westeros.  Daenerys with her
conquest of Essos had learned it was not a malady unique to her homeland.
She had come to admire this restraint.  House Stark was satisfied with its lot
in life.  They were warden of the North and that seemed to be enough for them. 
Only once had they involved themselves in matters of House Targaryen politics. 
She remembered her history of the civil war during the time of Queen Rhaenyra
when Prince Jacaerys Velaryon flew to the North to gain House Stark for the
cause of his mother the Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. 
Daenerys grimaced that of course part of the alliance had called for a royal
princess to marry into the family of Lord Cregan Stark.  Why are women always
battered off a chattel damnit?!  Lord Cregan himself led a host to King's
Landing near the end of the war, but they arrived after the death of King Aegon
II Targaryen.
Her mind wondered.  She remembered her Maester bring up the question that some
Maesters spent much time working on. Which came first: The chicken or the egg. 
How had House Stark evolved so differently?  Was it the world they lived in and
it fashioned them or had it been the Starks who came to be and then molded the
world around them to be a reflection of their temperament and sense of self. 
This primitive land seem to engender a purity of spirit that was lacking in the
South of Westeros.  She wondered if the harsh life in this cold clime made the
people living in it find something rare and precious within themselves.
Daenerys had definitely seen a difference between “South” and “North”.  The
people of the North were more taciturn and reserved.  She snorted.  Probably
all do to statistics.  There was a hell of a lot more people in the South and
much more chance of associations to be formed and with people being people,
well, as the great Maesters taught “shit happens”.
Eddard did seem different though.  He had a calmness and sense of being
centered about him.  She knew instinctively that she could trust her life and
her kingdom into his care and not worry.  To be truthful she had come to feel
the same with House of Dorne, and Baratheon.  She could trust Highgarden as
long as they clearly knew she was in control.  They were honorable but
opportunistic.
She could live with that.  She would never give them a reason to doubt her rule
or the surety of it.  There was one House she could never trust with its
current ruler.  She knew she could never trust House Lannister.  Its currently
leader precluded that.  Tywin was too crafty and conniving.  His actions during
Robert’s Rebellion told her all she needed to know.  If he had performed his
duties as she should have history would be so different.
She would not be here looking at this tapestry for one thing.  She snorted
again.  Maybe things turned out the way they were supposed to.  House Greatjoy
was a problem until itself.  One she would have to deal with.  She had to worry
about Essos and the Dothraki too.  She still had a few Khalasars to bring to
heel and with the City States she knew that believers of the old ways still
thrived in the shadows.  They in time would cause her problems.
Her mind returned to problems closer to home.  She wondered if Lancel or Kevin
would be more tractable if Tywin was no longer among the living.  She toyed
with the idea of hiring the faceless men again.  Like before it must appear a
natural death or accident.  She immediately discarded that idea.  The price for
her one use of that order was proving to be too high. 
Also she found that solution untasteful.  It left a bitter taste in her mouth. 
She wanted to beat her foes herself.  She wanted her fights to be in the open. 
She had come to hate court intrigue.  Fights on the field of battle carried
their own honor.
She would work this problem when things had settled after this war with the Ice
Wright King.  She needed Tyrion as her Hand.  Unfortunately, he had no desire
to be the Warden of the West.  Cersei and Jamie had made it clear they wanted
nothing to do with their ancestral seat of power. 
Daenerys sighed.  The siblings at one time were totally unworthy of such power
and now that both were absolutely worthy of such power and responsibility they
both shunned it.  They were perfect for the high chair of their House.  She
smiled.  They were happy and in love.  She would not gainsay them that.
Still, maybe she could persuade one or the other to take the yoke of
leadership.  Only time would tell.  They both had highly capable wives to
support and guide them.
Daenerys looked again at the humility of Eddard’s ancestor.  The same humility
she had seen in Eddard.  She needed him in King’s Landing but sadly rejected
that idea.  That court was full of hyenas in human form.  Hyenas would at least
attack honorably if in great numbers.  Their human brethren hid in the shadows
and only attacked you in the back.
Unfortunately, it seemed as if House Lannister was more hyena at heart than the
noble lion on their banners.
She had cleaned out the human hyenas though by using the Master of them all
Varys.  Slowly they had weeded out the unsavory souls from her court.  With
Olenna working with him she was safe on that front.  They would ferret out any
further rats and she would exterminate as necessary. 
She had decided the North was the largest territory in Westeros and wanted to
know that she could always depend on that land as being safe.    
She thought again of what Eddard had said yesterday.  It made her smile at what
Eddard had whispered into her yesterday.  She shivered.  She had his blessing
to wed his daughter!  Her mind shouted to her.  She had waited long enough. 
She would take Arya to her bed and make her hers.  She felt her nipples throb
and pussy aching with long suppressed desire.  She longed to bury her face in
her sweet love’s wet cunt and suck her off to screaming orgasms.
The pale Queen licked her lips tasting in her mind already the sweet cum that
she would be swallowing when she sucked her sweet wolf off.  Repeatedly!   Her
mouth watered thinking of swallowing the plum nipples of her sweet Arya.  She
would suck them down her throat as her fingers ram fucked the sloshing tight
greasy cunt of her lover.  The Queen would revel in feeling Arya’s cunt
spasming and locking down on her plunging fingers in and out the pussy she
would fuck to such sweet orgasms.  Daenerys shivered thinking such sweet
thoughts.
It was high time she take her woman!  She had wasted too much time already. 
Everything had been so crazy the last few days.  She had thought to invite Arya
to her chambers last night but meetings and Arya wanting to spend time with her
recovering mother had nixed that.  She was happy that that Arya wanted to spend
time with a mother who had not been the most supportive of Arya and her
desires.  Her Arya had such a big heart! 
Daenerys had gotten up at her usual time but she was informed by a chamber maid
that Arya was still sleeping from being up late.  She wanted to see her sweet
love’s face but she let her thoughts wander.  Maybe it was a good thing.  If
the Queen had her way, Arya would need all her strength and rest for what the
Valyrian had planned for her woman.
Daenerys chuckled.  Yesterday had been a long one.   She wanted Arya fully
rested for when she took her.  It was time for the … for the what … she thought
and then she knew.  It was time for the dragon to lie with the wolf.
She started to image Arya naked as she had viewed her in her surreptitiously
hidden mirror.  It was time to see her delicious Arya’s naked body without the
imaged reversed in the mirror.  She longed to see her Arya aroused body before
her.  To See Arya’s eyes filled with the same hunger for her body that she felt
for Arya’s beautiful perfect warrior toned body.  Daenerys Targaryen needed so
see raw naked fuck hunger in Arya’s eyes.  Fuck hunger for herself.  She needed
that passion from Arya. She absolutely needed Arya’s love.
She had just decide to stalk her wolf down and take her when she felt Drogon
suddenly come wide awake sensing danger.  Daenerys focused on her son’s
distress.  Now Viserion and Rhaegal had come awake.  The Great Keep began to
tremble with the loud bugles that Drogon roared from the tower he had rested
on.  The screams of rage deafening even through many levels of the keep.  Now
his brothers’ roars came echoing into the Great Keep.
The dragons sensed something that should not be there.  They were unsure of the
direction.  They were unsure what to do.  The danger was still some ways off. 
Daenerys felt their minds questioning her for guidance.
The only problem at the moment was the fact that Daenerys only had one thought
in her mind.  Arya!  If the enemy had somehow penetrated all the way to
Winterfell unseen and not attacked she needed to reach Arya now.  She had left
her weapons in her quarters not wanting to wear her weapons in a bastion of
safety.  
Her dragons receiving no guidance from their Queen but her general sense of
agitation had had risen up from their nests and roared their distress.  They
sensed danger only.  They were not sure at first where the danger came from but
their senses as they fully woke up sensed the danger was to the east. 
Daenerys could feel her dragons coiling up with tense energy.  She felt in her
mind them fanning their wings in agitation.  Drogon’s mighty bass drum bugles
vibrated through the pale Valyrian’s body.  Now all three dragon’s bugles
echoed through the stone of the Great Keep.  The sounds of three dragons
bugling at full volume made it hard to think!
She started to run down the hall and skidded to a stop in her soft sole leather
booties.  Where the fuck is Arya!  Daenerys thought urgently.
Then she felt her dragons launched themselves into the air.  They would defend
their mother as they went to confront the danger.  They could feel her need to
find her mate and they approved.
She looked back at her Bloodriders three paces behind her.  “Jhogo,
Rakharo—where is my Arya!  I need my wife!”  Daenerys realized what she had
just said out loud.  She would not take it back!  Arya was her wife as far as
she was concerned.  It was time to take what was hers.  Well, after taking care
of whatever the hell had just cropped up.  Damnit!  The timing sucked!
They looked at her with big eyes.  They had no answer.  For the next few
minutes were a whirlwind of running in fits and starts down halls.  The three
running up and down stairs.  Daenerys had not begun to remember the layout of
his ancient venerable castle.  Her voice carrying down the halls “ARYA! ARYA!”
For the next several minutes Daenerys became more and more desperate looking
for her Arya.  She had seen a murmur play in Pentos when she cowed them and
took their allegiance.  The theater had been beautiful and had a large stage. 
It had allowed for a set to be constructed that was three stories tall.  It had
stairways between the floors. 
In the second act it had the main characters running up and down the stage
halls and stairs running in and out doors.  They must have had corridors
connecting all the doors behind the set since the actors would go in a door on
the third floor and appear on the first floor only ten seconds later.  Around
and around the characters had run in a riot of confusion.
It had been funny then.  Now it was not so funny she thought grimily as she ran
grimly going up yet another set of stairs calling for her sweet Arya!  Where
was her woman!  She needed her!
Dany would stop at intersections looking in all directions. She did not where
the fuck Arya was!  Her eyes darted down each hallway desperate to see her
sweet wolf.  She gnawed her lip.  She again exploded into motion.  You would
never confuse her running for a damsel who flailed her pale, gangly limbs stuck
in a changing amore.  She was a warrior and ran with the grace of shadowcat
pursing its prey.
She had heard her dragons take flight as she ran here and there.  She had gone
back down two floors yelling for Arya.  She was running fast when she skidded
along the floor when she heard her heart’s desire.   “DAANNYYYYY!” she heard
Arya yell.
She yelled back and they collided hard rounding a corner into each other. 
Their hard warrior bodies rebounded off each other.  The breath whooshed out of
lungs.  Both women tumbled back from the collision and fell back onto their
asses on the castle floor.  The hard stone bruising their asses.  The pain
unfelt with elation running through their bodies seeing each other.  They
smiled great big seeing each other for the first time this day.  In a welter of
confusion they helped each other up.  Arya gripped Daenerys’ hand and she took
off for a door leading to the inner court. 
Daenerys could not help but smile.  Her sweet wolf knew what her dragon
needed.  She wanted a good morning kiss but the situation would have to make
that wait!  They burst outside into the cold invigorating sunlight.  They
looked around.  Dany felt her dragon coming back for her.  Daenerys pointed to
the east curtain wall telling Arya that Drogon was coming for them.  She loved
the feral smile she saw on Arya’s face.  No fear in her face.  She was ready to
meet any challenge at Dany’s side. Arya was indeed the perfect woman to be her
mate Daenerys thought as her heart beat rapidly both in love and in the
anxiousness of this moment.
The mighty black steed flew fast over the curtain wall.  Drogon came down to
alight just in front of them.  She and Arya quickly scrambled up onto his
back.  The two women gripped the black scales and stuck their feet between
scales further down his back.  Arya was now used to riding on Drogon.  She
hunched her body down as did Daenerys.  The mighty dragon coiled down and dug
his claws into the Earth.  Then with a mighty push off from his powerful legs
Drogon threw himself in the air.  The force of his body surging up
exhilarating. 
In moments they were up and over the castle wall.  Drogon beat his wings to
climb up several hundred feet and then leaned over to gain speed gliding down
to the force of men and women that had seemed to appear from nowhere. 
Daenerys had not looked through her dragon’s eyes with her focus on finding
Arya.  That need had been paramount.  She needed her Queen by her side.  Then
she been focused on running fast through the Great Keep and then the fast run
out into the courtyard.  Now she saw that had made her dragons so agitated. 
Below her and Arya was a wall of blue force.  It was obviously magical in
construction.  The wall was thinly opaque and they could see the forces
protected behind it.
She saw Shaggydog and Greywind throw themselves at the blue wall.  The wall
surged into brilliance at the impact point.  Blue flashes of light gripped the
Direwolves and threw the massive beasts back.  Daenerys saw the beasts flips
through the air and roll with the impact of their landing.  At that moment
Viserion came plummeting down and his feet struck the blue sphere.  A hundred
feet away Rhaegal’s body slammed into the blue wall with his hind legs.  The
impact frightful.  They were trying to overwhelm the wall of blue with brute
strength.
The sphere sagged slightly but held strong.  Then the dragons were flung
backwards.  Their bodies tumbling through the air.  The dragons twisted their
bodies to right themselves to fly away for another pass at the wall. 
Daenerys could see a woman beneath the sphere gripping a staff that blazed. 
The Queen saw blue strobes of light that lightening up out of her staff and
into the blue wall.  She was giving the wall strength.  Her dragons came in for
another attack on the blue wall.  They were filled with rage at their lack of
success of penetrating the wall.   
They all struck the blue wall of light that rose several thousand feet up into
the air and arched over the force that had appeared.  Daenerys watched as blue
light rode up over her dragon’s bodies as their talons and now striking teeth
tried to work through the blue wall.  Suddenly, the dragons were hurled back
and up with a surge of blue power.  Their bodies tumbling in the air before
they righted themselves and flew up to gain attitude for another attack.
As her dragons had attacked the wall the Direwolves had thrown themselves
repeatedly at the blue wall with equal lack of success. 
Daenerys had noted one thing.  All the attacks on the wall by her dragons and
the Direwolves of the Starks were repulsed without harm to the attacking
animals.  The force with which the dragons and Direwolves were thrown back
could have easily harmed the beasts.  Especially the much smaller Direwolves. 
The repulsion of the animals was only enough to prevent their success in
breeching the blue wall.
“Zaldrīzes!  Ōño jorepi, se morghūltas lī qēlītsos sikagon!”  Viserion and
Rhaegal flew higher as Drogon circled lower over the blue magical wall to let
his master see up close the forces below.  Daenerys relaxed.  She knew that
Eddard would soon make his appearance.  This was not an attack.  It was his
home and she wanted him to have first contact with what she sure were unlooked
for allies. 
She circled as her dragons looked down balefully.  Having their will thwarted
had put them in a foul mood.
She finally spied Eddard riding up.  It had not been long but she was full of
nervous energy at these strange visitors.  She had Drogon fly down and she got
off with her wolf.  She relished gripping Arya’s waist to help her down and the
way Arya flushed her body into hers as she got her balance.  The little minx
pressed her body hotly into Daenerys.  The Queen wanted to moan at the
delicious body contact.  Arya was signaling her desires.  Desires mirrored in
the Queen’s body.
Soon Arya.  Very soon I will take you as my woman, my mate, my wife.  I will
claim you soon.  So soon the Queen thought.  She would bed her sweet Arya and
show her the pleasures of the flesh.  Daenerys shook her head to clear such
thoughts.  She had this immediate situation to manager.
Daenerys let Eddard make the introductions and was again reminded of the
humility of the Starks with how quickly Eddard made it completely clear
Daenerys was the ruler of Westeros.  He showed no hesitation in bowing before
her to show his obeisance to her. 
With their conversation it became clear to the Queen that these people knew of
her.  Sigh.  Of course more damned prophecies!  She was a “dragonthane”.  What
in the hell is a thane?
She had been offered personal service by these Haruchai.  She had tried to deny
that service. That denial had been rejected.  Evidently, her refusal of their
service touched some deep cord it these women and men.  The chord once plucked
and the note sounded could not be taken back.  She had her Bloodriders and
anyways she could protect herself. 
First Daenerys had been taken aback when the these Haruchai started to speak in
their native language and the very Earth began to ripple and glow blue as if
answering some summoning.  The Queen had been more shocked by Lustra’s outburst
and the emotional words.  What kind of vow were they speaking of and what could
be so bad about simple spoken words.  The Lord hand nearly become hysterical. 
She had sensed the situation required her to accept the offer and she had.
The power she had seen and felt manifesting itself beneath the Haruchai as they
spoke in their own language had been shocking to feel in the marrow of her
bones.  She sensed something mighty was being invoked.  The Lord losing it had
convinced Daenerys to accept the offer of service. 
She knew something horrible had barely been avoided.  Service without end?  No
death?  No love?  What kind of people would make such a vow of commitment? 
She was not looking forward to her Bloodriders reaction.  It would not be
good.  Her consternation was eased when the offer of a Bloodguard was offered
to her “mate”.  The feeling she felt surging through her body was thrilling. 
Gods even these strangers saw it.  Her desire to move on her desire for Arya
only grew.  Arya’s shaken reaction and leaning into her made Daenerys body feel
on fire. 
The calling of Arya as her mate and Arya’s reaction fired up the Queen’s
desires.  She gripped Arya gently and spun the teenager into her body and
snaked her arms around the beautiful girl’s waist.  She looked deep into Ayra’s
steel blue eyes with her lilac irises burning with desire.  She started to
lower her head and smiled hearing Arya whimper.
Their lips met and melded.  They kissed sweetly with lips gliding and then the
Queen sucked on Arya’s lower lip.  Arya gasped and opened her mouth wide in
offering.  The Valyrian did not hesitate.  She speared her tongue in deep into
Arya’s mouth.  Her tongue finding Arya’s where they twined and flipped around
in Arya’s mouth.  Arya’s hands rose up to grip the Queen’s hips tightly.  Both
women moaned gutturally as their tongues wetly wrestled in wet slippery love.
Their sounds of snogging was wet and sweet.  Daenerys broke the kiss.  Both
women breathing heavy.  The Queen was on fire for her young wolf.  Kissing Arya
for the first time in public felt exhilarating.  She looked over to Arya’s
father.  She had to see his reaction to this obvious lesbian desires between
her and his daughter.  The approval in Eddard’s eyes made her feel shaky.  He
wanted this to happen!  She was getting overwhelmed with emotion.  She wanted
Arya so bad!  Damnit everything seemed to be happening at once.
The woman with the light blue tunic came before her.  It was a simple garment. 
She had a severe face that could be very pretty if she did not look so
aggrieved.  It was clear something had robbed happiness from her life.  The
Haruchai and Ramen were taciturn by nature Daenerys perceived.  Not so with
this woman.  Something had taken her happiness away.  She had the quality of
repressed anger and frustration about her.  She reminded Daenerys of Stannis
Baratheon.  This woman did not have happiness in her life Daenerys thought.
“I am Lord Lustera on the Council of Lords at Revelstone.  I speak for the
Land.  We are honored to serve the Dragonthane.”
“What is a ‘thane’?”
“It is a honorific.  Linden Avery is the Ringthane as is her husband.  They are
named Giantfriend and Earthfriend.  Thrice they have redeemed the world from
ruin.”
“Yes!  I know that name.  She gave me the dirk that I summoned the Ur-Viles
with.”
She saw Lustera stare at her “You know of Linden Avery?  Ur-Viles?  They died
out over fourty thousand years ago.  The last of that sad race become the new
Forsestals.  They are no more.”
Daenerys was stunned at this news.  Then she felt a shock as her memories of
the day of her death suddenly came into greater clarity.  She now remember
facts of that day.  How could the people from this Land be so mistaken?  She
felt Arya rubbing her back and leaning into her.  “Are alright baby?!” she
asked comfortingly.  Arya’s gentle touched centered Daenerys.
The Queen then told Lustera, Arya, Eddard and the others gathered around her of
her suddenly restored memories of the day of her death in the deserts of the
Red Waste.  As she told them her tale many of the other denizens of the Land
came closer.  The Haruchai on their Ranyhyn brought the steeds closer to hear
what the Valyrian had to say.  The Queen’s Bloodriders came pelting up on
horses and joined the audience.
All listened to her tale. She told all gathered of her battle in the Dothraki
Sea and how the Ur-Viles came to her aid in her hour of need.  Daenerys saw how
the tale captured all’s attention.  Lustera was stunned that Ur-Viles stilled
lived.  She was even more stunned to hear the name of Infelice. 
“She was involved?”
“Yes.  So?”
“The Elohim never involve themselves with humans.  Only with Linden Avery have
the Elohim communicated so directly.  The Elohim hold themselves above the
common cares of the world.  They are an arrogant and fey race.  They are
Earthpower given form and sentience.”  Daenerys watched Lustera look at
Braveheart Tillerkeel.
The giant laughed gently.  “It would appear that Daenerys Targaryen is a very
important person in the future of the Earth.  Infelice is insufferable and
aloof and yet she came to you to give succor.  You are indeed the Dragonthane.”
The Giant and Lustera came up to Daenerys and bowed to her.  “We will give our
lives if it is required to serve you Dragonthane.  You have been touched by the
Elohim.  You are prophesized.  Now we know that the Elohim also see your
importance.  We have chosen wisely.”
“Now we see why you are filled to almost overflowing with Earthpower.  We were
told we find three such females of this land.  It makes sense that you would be
one of them.  You are the wise Queen of a mighty land and you are clearly a
mighty warrior in your own right.”  The giant woman then looked at Arya.  “We
can see why your wife is filled with Earthpower since she is a mighty warrior
too.”
The Queen looked at Arya and saw the look of awe and wonder on her face.
“We wonder who the third woman is.  Do you know Dragonthane?  We were told to
look for a Dragon and a Wolf.  I see those two animals in you and your mate
Daenerys.
“I fear I do not” Daenerys answered.  “Hopefully, in time she will reveal
herself.”
The Giant sighed.  “A shame.  I would like to meet this third woman.  It is
said she is a great Lion.”
Daenerys did not say anything but she looked over at Eddard and then Arya.  She
saw it in their eyes.
Cersei Sand was the other woman.  By the gods.  Daenerys was thankful she had
not killed the then arrogant and vain woman.  She would have to think on this. 
She was in Dorne far away.  She could never arrive in time.  She must be part
of the later labors that the Lord and Giants had mentioned.
Lustera went back to the Ur-Viles.  She told Daenerys that indeed these had to
be the Ur-Viles of the Land’s past.  They had the same appearance and their
fighting tactics were the Ur-Viles of the past.  The Lord told Daenerys how the
Ur-Viles served Lord foul in the far distant past.  They committed many
atrocities and then stunningly had reformed themselves and chose to serve light
and right.  The Ur-Viles had totally redeemed themselves.  For that service
Lord Foul had annihilated the race during the Sunbane.
Lustera was happy to hear that they still lived and she was not quite as sever
looking.
They started to walk back to Winterfell and Banner came up beside her as they
all walked back to Winterfell.  She let her dragons fly off but they choose to
swoop back to Winterfell.  The Direwolves were lulling around the gathered
giants smelling their sandals.  The wolves’ tails were wagging as they sniffed
hard at the new scents.  The wolves were excited at all these people and
scents.
Arya spied Shaggydog moving into positon.  He was looking around with a
mischievous look on his face.  He was starting to lift his hind leg.
“Shaggydog!” she yelled at the Direwolf.
The large wolf suddenly looked very innocent as he walked around spying the
legs he dearly wanted to mark as his territory.
Daenerys was happy to see the gathered Westerosi talking to these visitors from
the “Land”.  The giants were laughing constantly making lame jokes that had
Oberyn rolling his eyes and Eddard grimacing.
Bannor and Jerteel were at her and Arya’s shoulders.  They had moved in like
silent ghosts.  They tread was silent.  The Bloodguard matched the stride of
the women they had pledge to defend with their lives.  Dany looked over her
shoulder at her Bloodriders seething on their mounts.  Her proud Bloodriders
could and would not accept this usurping of their cherished roles as the
Khalessi’s protectors.
She knew what was coming.  She knew the two Bloodguards had to sense the rising
tension in the three riders who were wheeling their horses around in front of
Daenerys and her new personal protectors.
As one they dismounted their horses.
“Me laz odothrae kimi mae she Rhaeshi Ajjalani avvos” Aggo barked. 
“Affa. Kisha amariki vorsqoy ha maan Khalessi. Majin anha astak yeraan asqoy”
Rakharo added.
The Dothraki were filled with righteous fury and planned on dispatching these
small framed scum.  Only they belonged at the Khalessi’s side.  They pulled
their Arakh off the pummels of their saddles. They slashed the air with their
weapons.  They continued to shot curses and threats at the Haruchai.
The Haruchai only added to the Dothraki’s anger by not responding in any manner
to the threatening behavior of the Dothraki towards them.  The Haruchai only
glanced at Daenerys Bloodguard.  They seemed to be totally relaxed but Daenerys
sensed the Haruchai were ready to confront her Bloodriders.  The Valyrian did
not want these Haruchai’s maimed or worse killed by her Dothraki.  The Haruchai
would be easy to take down with their lack of weapons.
The two Haruchai fractionally tilted their heads towards each other.  Again
Daenerys sensed they were communicating without words.
Banner moved from her shoulder and moved off into the flattened grass that had
been trampled down by troops and their horses.  He turned with a flat
expression to face the Bloodriders.  They had their Arakhs out and slashing the
air in a very menacing fashion.  They shouted and made slashing motions at the
Bloodguard with their Arakhs that whistled through the air menacingly.  As she
watched Bannor did crouch down ever so slightly and moved to the balls of his
feet.  Otherwise he seemed relaxed.  One would not think he was about to be in
a fight where he could easily be maimed or killed.
Daenerys called out to her Bloodriders.  “Don’t hurt Bannor.  He does not know
your skill and strength.”  She did not want his death on her conscious. 
She heard the Lord on her Ranyhyn snort.
Aggo shouted out in his thickly accented Westerosi “We will show this dog his
place!  He will rue the day he walked by your side in our steed.”  The three
Bloodriders clanged their Arakhs together sending out sparks.  Aggo then
charged the Haruchai screaming at the top of his lungs his Arakh ready to slash
out mayhem.
He charged Banner and was upon him in a rush.  Aggo pulled his shoulder back to
deliver a blow that would be devastating to the Haruchai.  The Arakh of Aggo
swung in a tight arc in a blinding flash.  Daenerys started to scream at him to
stop but it was too late.
Bannor easily ducked away from the slash with a simple sidestep and slight duck
of his upper torso.  The blade whistled by his face.  The Haruchai pivoted off
to the right.  Aggo off balance started to turn his body to match Bannor’s
movement.  Aggo was still off balance from his wild slash.  The Haruchai moved
in like a panther.  Aggo tried to adjust his stance but he was to slow.  A
punch was lashed out by Banner so fast Daenerys barely followed it.  The punch
landed into his shoulder and Aggo was slammed off his feet.  He landed hard and
rolled to his feet. 
Bannor adjusted his stance to face Aggo impassively.  His breathing was still
completely calm.  His face betrayed no emotion.
Aggo grimaced in pain and rage and charged again in a bull rush.  This time he
slowed at the last moment.  He gave a controlled half circle chop but the
Haruchai ducked low and pivoted forward on his left foot while his right lashed
out with a kick so fast again Daenerys barely followed his speed.  The
Bloodrider barked in surprise but he could not avoid the Haruchai moving
shockingly fast into his personal space.  Aggo was just barely beginning to
react when the kick hit Aggo in the thigh.  Aggo was flung backward as if
kicked by a horse as he fell to the ground.  The impact of flesh was shockingly
loud.  The power of the kick obvious to Daenerys.
The Bloodguard did not attack but moved back and with knees slightly bent.  He
awaited the next attack calmly.  Aggo painfully got back up to his feet.  When
he got up he had an obvious limp.  He moved in a very slow controlled manner
now.  He had learned a new respect for this foe.  Still, this foreigner had
dared to affront the honor of the Dothraki and he had to be shown his place. 
This dog’s place was not at the Khaleesi’s side.  That was reserved for her
Bloodriders!
Aggo now moved in carefully and attacked in a controlled manner.  He swung
vicious blows at Banner but he easily dodged the slashes.  The Haruchai using
minimal motion and effort to duck and juke out of the arc of the deadly Arakh. 
Aggo slashed to the right and then rotated his wrist and reversed the slash. 
Banner foot came up and kicked the Arakh flush with the ball of his bare foot
on the blade as it whistled though the air.  Daenerys was stunned at the
perfect timing and form to hit the flat of the Arakh blade with Bannor’s foot.
The blade ripped from Aggo’s hand twisting his wrist cruelly.  Aggo was spun
around by the force of the Arakh ripped from his grip.  The bladed weapon
spinning off into the grass.  Bannor was on him instantly a double punch to the
face and Aggo was lying on the ground unconscious.  The Haruchai then stepped
back calmly.  He turned to the other two Bloodriders.  Daenerys now felt fear. 
Fear for her Bloodriders.  This Haruchai she realized could kill her
Bloodriders in an instant if he choose.  She started to speak to stop this but
decided she needed to let this play out.  The Haruchai was showing restraint
and Daenerys now knew her Bloodriders could not touch these Haruchai.
Bannor was not even breathing hard.  Rakharo and Jhogo came charging in with
animal fury their Arakhs a blur in the air.  They moved to come in on Bannor
from his left and right.  They hoped a pincer attack at once would quickly
defeat the Haruchai.  Daenerys watched dumfounded as the Bloodguard easily
blocked, dodged and parried their blows.  His speed was shocking.  His control
precise.  Bannor seemed to anticipate each attack and be two steps ahead with
his counterattacks.
The man seemed to use minimal effort in avoiding the swings and chops of her
Dothraki.  His hands and feet would strike their weapons at the perfect angle
to deflect the weapons up and away from his body.  Other times Bannor would
strike the Arakh and slam the weapon into the ground throwing her Bloodriders
totally off balance.
How the man did not shatter the bones in his hands and feet striking forged
steel with such violence over and over perplexed Daenerys.  It should have been
impossible.  Human hands and feet could not survive such repeated brutal
impacts.  The sounds of flesh striking metal shocking in its loudness and
intensity.
In return to the attacks of the Dothraki the Haruchai launched attacks that
were impossibly effective with him only using his body as a weapon.  It seemed
the Haruchai was able to launch assaults with his feet and fists from any angle
that still had great power to the strikes.  The Queen’s Bloodguards were soon
covered with bruises and bleeding from cuts to their faces and both had two
black eyes. 
What truly frightened Daenerys was the gut understanding that Bannor was
holding himself back.  Not only was he holding himself back she thought he was
greatly restraining his attacks.
Banner then in two seconds disarmed and knocked out her two last Bloodguard. 
He slapped Rakharo’s blade up when the Dothraki swiped at him with a sidearm
swipe.  Bannor’s foot came straight up and hit Rakharo underneath his chin
sending him flying back unconscious.  Jhogo used the opportunity to come in on
Bannor’s side with a deadly down chop of his Arakh.  The Haruchai had sensed
the attack and pivoted to the right.  Jhogo lurched forward with his mighty
down chop finding only air.  Jhogo’s missing Banner threw him off balance his
body jerking down with the force of his powerful down swipe of his Arakh. 
Bannor chopped Jhogo on the neck and the Dothraki fell down unconscious.
From her Ranyhyn the Lord informed Daenerys “You must let your Bloodriders know
that none but the Giants can fight the Haruchai one or a few to one.  Their
prowess is legendary in our world.  They can actually use weapons with equal
skill but choose not to.  It takes great numbers or vast strength to prevail
against them.   They can be defeated and killed like any other living entity it
just takes great effort and skill.”
“At the battle in the Cavewright warrens at the End of the Earth they died by
the score but they killed by the hundreds and hundreds and then the thousands. 
A Cavewright is the size of a Giant.”
Daenerys would make her Bloodriders understand.  My gods she thought.  What
kind of allies were these … who cares!  They fight for me like the Ur-Viles
before them!
 
Arya
Arya saw her Queen and hoped to be soon lover look over at her.  They both
turned to look at Jhogo’s horse that had their weapons hanging from the pommel
of his small saddle.  The Bloodriders performing their duties as always
bringing the weapons the two women had not had time to acquire in their rush to
meet these new now allies.  They looked at each other again.  The honor of
Westeros had been impugned.  They were two of the greatest swordsmen in all of
Westeros and Essos.  They had to test themselves against these supreme warriors
that fought with no weapons but their body.
They would challenge their Bloodguard.  As one they dismounted their horses and
walked towards Jhogo’s horse and took down the scabbards and removed their
swords.  Daenerys Foe Hammer instantly leaping to fiery blue life.  The blade
glowing incandescent. 
Arya looked over at their Haruchai.  They sensed the challenge.  They stepped
off the road and stood together looking at the two women with a neutral
expression.  She could feel them sizing them up.  They were absolutely focused
on them though you could never tell it be their demeanor.  They seemed
unimpressed by Dany’s blazing sword.
Arya would have to remember to ask why Daenerys would stare at the blade up
close with a soft smile on her face like now.  She knew the blade was rune
etched but something about them always made Dany smile.  Dany turned her head
to look at Arya.  She saw the Dany mouth “I love you” to her.
Arya did not remember falling on her butt!  She was elated. She had said the
words she had dreamed of her saying for years!  Oh gods!  She was pumped!  She
quickly got on her feet and they both swirled and swished their swords in the
air in lightning fast strikes, blocking moves and ripostes. 
“I see that you and your mate are filled with Earthpower as are the Haruchai”
Lustera told Dany.  She looked at her and nodded her head.  “It will be
interesting to see your might and skill.  Know the Haruchai see it too.  They
will test your mettle.  They consider it an honor.”
Arya looked over at the Haruchai.  The only emotion she saw in them was … well
… nothing.  They stood with a nonchalance that would have exuded boredom if
these people had any emotions they would display to the outside world.
Dany came over to her and stroked her cheek and ran her hand through Arya’s
hair with such an affectionate look that Arya felt her heart thump hard in her
chest.  She nearly swooned when Dany moved in and kissed her softly on her
limps.  “Mmnnnnggggggg!” Arya whimpered. Gods the sweet tension was ratcheting
up.  Arya wanted Dany so bad!
“Let’s avenge my Bloodriders.  Watch your attack.  They are most effective
counterpunchers.  Don’t let emotion rule your attacks.”
Arya wanted Daenerys something fierce but she first needed to measure herself
against these strange Haruchai that had attached themselves to her herself and
Dany.  Arya looked over at Jeertel.  The Haruchai regarded her flatly.  The
woman definitely gave nothing away!  Arya thought to herself.
Arya and her Queen marched resolutely over to where the Haruchai watched them
with no emotions and with still bodies.  The two women came up to the Haruchai.
She was before Jeertel as Dany was before Bannor.  The Haruchai stood before
them seemingly totally relaxed.  She looked closer and saw that Jeertel was on
the balls of her feet subtly.  Arya knew she was coiled to attack.  She slowly
circled her Bloodguard as Dany circled Bannor.  The Haruchai only moving enough
to keep themselves centered on the circling Westerosi. 
Arya felt her emotions running wild and adrenaline pumping hard in her veins. 
She was bouncing on her feet.  Still Jeertel showed absolutely no emotion.  She
might as well have been strolling serenely through the Glass Gardens.  How
could she be so calm!
Arya studied her opponent.  After a minute of circling she understood that the
Haruchai was not going to attack her.  She had the edge weapon and a commitment
of attack would put the Haruchai at a large disadvantage.  If the Haruchai
attacked her and Dany they merely had to block with the edge of their weapons
to have their opponents harm themselves with their attacks.
So be it.  Arya gripped her two swords in a vice grip.  She steadied herself as
her sword masters had taught her.
Keeping her body relaxed and face neutral she launched a sudden slashing attack
with her broadsword and a fencing lunge with needle.  She noticed out of the
edge of her eye Dany launching her own attack.  Her sword a blur as she moved
forward slashing high and low.  The rune sword leaving blue arcs in the air.
Jeertel blocked her broadsword slash with her palm hitting the side of her
blade in mid-strike.  The Haruchai dodged to the right avoiding her thrust of
Needle.  Arya advanced slashing right and left angling her blade towards her
side stepping foe.  Jeertel’s feet and hands whipped out almost faster than her
eyes could follow.  Only her constant practice with her sword masters and Dany
had trained her mind to see these impossibly fast warriors.  Arya was shocked
at how easily the Haruchai struck her weapons in such a way as to not injury
themselves.  Her strikes on Arya’s weapons shockingly powerful.
She saw Dany’s head snap back from a glancing blow to her cheek.  She swung her
sword out and the up slice nearly catching Banner as he advanced on her making
him juke to the left and then roll away as Dany down hacked at his body that
was frustratingly just out of reach.  He kicked up with a side heel kick that
had Dany ducking and jerking back and now Bannor was back on the attack.  Dany
chopped down and then stabbed out with Foe Hammer.  Bannor blocked the sword
thrust with his wrist and let the fiery blade travel down his body. 
Somehow his “Earthpower” shielded his body from the blade’s heat.  He stepped
forward fast and gripped Dany’s tunic.  He then lunged his head forward for a
vicious head butt.  Dany had seen it and gripped his arm with her free hand she
had released off her sword and stepped in herself and flipped Bannor over her
hip. 
The Haruchai used his free hand to grip Dany’s hip and flipped himself off and
away from Daenerys to land on his feet eight feet away.  He was in a crouch and
immediately launched his next assault.
Jeertel blocked her own blows with her feet and hands.  Arya was stunned at the
skill Jeertel used to block her edge weapon on the non-edged side.  How her
toes and fingers were not all broken Arya had no idea.  Again and again Arya
attacked with her two swords.  Both of her swords swiping deadly arcs in the
air.  She was not holding back.  She did not need to with this Jeertel.  The
Haruchai body bent and flexed to avoid swords strikes.
Jeertel’s feet and fist either blocked Arya’s strikes or lashed out at Arya
with lightning fast speed and shocking power.  A blow hit Arya in the hip and
she grimaced in pain.  She did a double slash with both swords to drive Jeertel
back who attempted to press her momentary advantage.
Arya saw that a large group of Lords had gathered.  Her father, Oberyn, Stannis
and Renly in the forefront.  Her father watched with a small smile.  It was
obvious in his pride of her skills.  Stannis watched intently while Oberyn and
Renly wildly cheered her and Dany on.
“Kick their ass!” Renly called out.  Stannis body was jerking as he fought with
them with his body.  His body moving with the counterstrokes Arya and Dany
used.
“Don’t hurt her face—I want to fuck her!”  Oberyn jibbed out.  Hopefully,
Jeertel had better taste than the blowhard Oberyn Arya and back stepped wildly
to avoid a spinning heel kick that would have knocked her senseless if it had
connected.  She balanced herself.  “I want a pretty face to look at when I fuck
her silly!” Oberyn crowed.  He was cute yeah but he was such a horndog.  Her
wandering mind was brought back to focus when she slashed out and cut the
Haruchai’s tunic but received a hard chop on her upper arm just above her
elbow. 
She bit her lip at the pain.  Gods the Haruchai woman was almost as small as
Dany but she punched like her father or Stannis.  How could such a small body
generate so much power!  Jeertel always seemed to be in perfect balance and
ready to block all of Arya’s attacks and launch counterattacks from any angle. 
Arya swung and Jeertel ducked underneath the slash and Arya lunged down with
needle to stab Jeertel.  The Haruchai side swiped her arm knocking Needle
aside.  At the same time the woman leaped up past Arya’s eye level and kicked
out.  Arya was able to react in time to juke back and lessen the blow but her
head still snapped back as she yelped in pain.  The Haruchai twisted in the air
keeping her gaze on Arya till she landed on her feet.  She instantly charged
Arya again.
Pissed off Arya advance with both blades blurring in the air she swung so fast
with controlled swings of her blades.  The Haruchai blocked and dodged her
sword attack always just out of range or knocking her blade aside throwing Arya
just enough off balance she would have to change to a defensive stance and
again work to the offense as the Haruchai circled her like a hawk looking for a
dropping of Arya’s guard.  Jeertel would launch attacks so fast that Arya
barely had time to register them and block.
Arya knew they were moving so fast that most would perceive them as more a
blur.  The two assailants attacking now without abandon.  Arya used her swords
to chop high and low at the same time and still Jeertel was able to either
avoid or block the attacks from the two vectors.  Worse, she often blocked
Arya’s sword strokes in such a manner that it allowed her to penetrate Arya’s
defensive sphere and launch attacks that Arya had to work desperately to fend
off with her blade striking the fast feet and fist attempting to punch her
lights out.
The Haruchai somehow adjusting her blows at the last split instant to not cut
herself on Arya’s blades and hit them precisely to knock the blades away.  The
blocks always immediately followed with complicated and swift counterattacks of
kicking feet, stunning knee thrusts and hands that slashed and punched with
lightning speed and devastating power if they fully connected.
As she and Jeertel circled each other with feints and blocking of each other’s
forays of offense and then back to defense Arya was able to watch Dany and her
opponent.
Dany was having the same problem as she was.  Dany’s opponent was every bit as
fast as they were.  He too was impossibly effective at hitting the non-edged
part of Daenerys sword.  He blocked Daenerys’s sword and would move in for an
immediate attack but Dany was able to counterstroke to keep Bannor at bay to
forestall any attack and put him back on the defense.
The Haruchai were constantly prowling around the two women of Westeros.  They
would launch attacks when they sensed an opening.  Their feet and fist were
like sledgehammers when they connected even a glancing blow.  Daenerys
staggered when Bannor heel clipped her cheek as she dodged back.  The glancing
blow still sent the Queen whirling back.  She dove to the left as Bannor leaped
up in the air and landed down with a lashing kick striking the ground were
Daenerys had been a moment before.
Arya saw that it was their speed and strength as much as it was their sword
skill that were keeping the Bloodguard at bay.  If the Haruchai used weapons
they may have been unbeatable.  Arya went to a water dancer attack mode using
both swords like rapiers thrusting and making small swirling strokes.  Jeertel
watched with seeming disinterest her body lurching and moving aside from each
sword thrust that only Dany, Barristan, Brienne, and Syrio had ever avoided. 
What scared Arya a little was the instinctive knowledge that all the Haruchai
were equally capable.  This was the baseline for their whole people!
Jeertel seemed content at first to learn this new style of attack.  That was
until her body exploded into attack with vicious skill and speed.  Jeertel’s
body exploded into motion and Arya was hacking wildly to keep the Haruchai at a
distance.  The Haruchai woman threw punches in combinations always varied and
perfectly executed.  The flat mien woman launching kicks with no fore warning.
This went on for five minutes.  The Haruchai had several red lines from blade
strikes nearly finding their mark.  Arya and Dany had aching bodies from hard
kicks and punches that were mostly blocked or had been rolled with to lessen
the impact.  Their faces now had several bruises and contusions.  Many more
were hidden underneath their clothing.
Arya was circling Jeertel warily when she saw Dany move in fast swiping high
and then ducking underneath a spinning kick of Bannor.  She jabbed up with her
blade and slashed down from her crouch to keep Bannor back.  She then took her
hand down to the ground and flung her blade up and out letting it go.  The
released blade spun up in a looping circle at Bannor.  He leaned back to the
left and struck up with his fist knocking the blade away.
In that moment, Bannor’s focus on knocking the blade away while leaned back on
one foot had his complete attention.  Dany used that brief heartbeat of time to
grip her long dagger she always wore on her right thigh.  In a flash, her hand
moved in a blur stabbing down.  The blade burying four inches into the ground
beside the Haruchai’s foot. 
Bannor looked down at the blade buried in the ground by his foot.  His right
eyebrow cocked up.  He then stepped back and brought the heels of both hands to
his forehead and bowed.
Lustera spoke up from her Ranyhyn “Bannor concedes that that injury would have
compromised his speed and ability to use that foot effectively.  Against your
strength and skill he would fall to you.  His wound would prove fatal if this
contest was real.  He concedes.”
Arya was so happy for Dany but could not spare a moment to contemplate her
sweet dragon’s victory.  She attacked and pressed her attack but could not
break through Jeertel’ s defense.  Her own defense held firm and kept her from
serious harm from the Haruchai’s attacks.
Ten minutes later “Stop!  We can see that this battle is a draw!” Dany called
out.
Arya was sweating profusely as was Jeertel.  Arya was breathing hard but her
strength was not close to being spent.  She saw that Jeertel’ s body was soaked
with sweat though her breathing was only slightly elevated.
Arya was happy to call it a draw. She bowed at her ‘foe’ fractionally.  The
Haruchai observed her flatly.  She then cocked an eyebrow and then bowed
deeply.  Arya was starting to see that such subtle signs were all the emotion
the Haruchai were willing to show.
“I am honored that I was allowed to fight with you.  Your sword process is
impeccable.  The Haruchai have always admired great martial skill.  I am
honored to be at your shoulder in the conflict to come.”
Dany came up to her and hugged her.  Arya pouted.  Where is my kiss!  Then Dany
swung Arya into her arms that enfolded Arya tightly.  Their lips met and Arya
felt giddy feeling their lips glide and smooch.  She gripped Dany’s ass
possessively and gagged when she parted her teeth and Dany wasted no time
lunging her tongue down Arya’s throat. 
Arya felt her knees weaken but Dany held her up as the Queen’s tongue explored
Arya’s mouth hungrily.  Arya cried out into Dany’s mouth her mewls swallowed by
Dany’s devouring mouth. Then the kiss was broken and Arya was swooning.  Her
body was on fire!                                                       
Dany gave her nose a sweet kiss.  Then Dany was moving off to be the diplomate
with her new allies.  This frustrated Arya mightily but she understood the
duties that Dany had to perform.  She easily talked to the Westerosi Lords and
to the Giants.  These Giants laughed at the slightest thing that was only
marginally funny.  They were so beautiful to gaze upon with their blond, brown,
black and red hair.  Their mighty statures had her neck hurting to take in
their height up to fourteen feet tall.
Their legs were like tree trunks and their arms were roped with thick muscle
but still had a feminine quality.  She smiled seeing Giants with large bosom
that their stone armor seemed had a hard time encasing the ample bounty while
other Giant women had flat chest armor with no bosom to worry about.  It was
nice to see that all races had her lack of bosom in at least some of their
women.
The Haruchai and Ramen were roughly of her and Dany’s height.  The Haruchai
extremely toned but did not have the musculature of House Baratheon.  They had
the wiry muscles of Oberyn or Loras.  The Ramen were giving most of their focus
to the Ranyhyn.  When someone came over to look and touch the Ranyhyn the Ramen
started to smile.  The love of these people for these horses that seemed to
radiate power and intelligence was obvious.  The Ranyhyn allowed all to
approach and touch them.  The horses throwing their heads and shaking their
manes as they nickered gaily.
Dany was with her Bloodriders and was consoling them and gripping their arms to
prevent them from cutting off their hair.  They were humiliated.  She could
hear Dany arguing with them in Dothraki. 
Braveheart Tillerkeel came up to Dany and her Bloodriders.  She slowly pulled
her mighty seven foot flacheon out of its scabbard.  The stone blade was so
sharp it caught the sun and sent off strong spangles of light.
The Giant woman exploded into motion her sword swirling in an exotic dance of
death.  The granite of the blade glowing with red glints of quartz buried deep
in the blade.  The giant leaped around with perfect balance her blade now
whistling through the air with her lightning fast slashes and blocking motions.
Arya thought it was impossible that such a large woman could move with the
grace of Giselle.  Her blade moved in motions that the eye had a hard time to
follow.  This woman was more than twice Dany’s height and many times heavier
was still as fast and nimble as the smaller women.  It was beautiful to behold
and yet frightening at the same time.  That such power could have such grace
and speed was magical.
Braveheart stilled and looked at the Bloodriders.
“The Haruchai are our equals in fighting prowess.  I challenge you now.” 
The Bloodriders blanched.  The blade was longer than their bodies.
The Giant’s grim demeanor then brightened into a soft smile.  “Do not feel bad
about losing to the Haruchai.  Only the mightiest of physical warriors or
warriors filled with Earthpower like the Queen and her mate are can fight
against them and hope to win.  Only great numbers can overcome them and give
the attacker a reasonable chance to leave the fight alive.  When Giants and
Haruchai spar the victor is always in doubt.”
“Put aside this unseemly doubt and chagrin.”
The Bloodriders still looked crestfallen but were beginning to understand why
they had lost.  They put up their daggers no longer feeling the need to cut
their hair.  No other Dothraki would have won against the fierce Haruchai. 
Everyone that had horses got back on their mounts.  Dany and Arya held hands
and walked down the road towards Winterfell.  Arya felt her pulse hammering
with Dany’s open affection.  She looked back at her father as he talked to some
of the Giants.
He saw her looking and smiled and then winked at her.  Her face went red.  He
wanted her to take Dany as her lover!  Gods she literally bouncing on her
feet. 
Oberyn was in front of her with two of the female Haruchai.  Dany looked at
Arya and rolled her eyes.  Oberyn was in full hard come-on mode.  He was
looking for new partners to fuck tonight. Somethings never changed.  She smiled
at Dany.  They both chuckled.  Oberyn had to be Oberyn.  They watched to see if
he would be successful.  He rarely did not get his mark into the sack.
He rode his horse up to the two Haruchai on their Ranyhyn.  They looked at him
with their typical flat expressions.  This did not deter the Prince of Dorne at
all.  “What are your names my pretty warriors?”
“I am Ranrika.”
“I am Ferna”
The flat response did not deter the Lothario at all.  Even Arya could feel the
disdain flowing off these women even if they were showing no emotion at all.
“I am named Oberyn Martell.” He then went on laying it on thick about how
skilled he was both on the battlefield and in the bedchamber.  He crowed about
his long cock and his ability to keep it up and he would love to fuck them.  “I
make my women and men scream in world shaking pleasure.  My skills legendary. 
My endurance a marvel of the world.  My ability to give pleasure is a gift from
the gods.”
Ranrika and Ferna glanced at each other and continued to look ahead.  They
continued to move sedately down the path back to Winterfell.  They were
obviously ignoring Oberyn.
Oberyn looked perplexed.  He was not used to not having his marks immediately
swooning from his attentions.  Arya had heard enough tales from enough people. 
Oberyn was really that good in the sack.  He did not let these taciturn women
dissuade his blatant overtures.
“Well I see you have not heard of my legendary prowess though how this is
possible I do not know” he spoke in a soft seductive voice.”  He waggled his
eyebrows.  The women still stared back at him with no emotion.
Oberyn plowed on full speed ahead.  “Come back to my chambers tonight for some
awesome orgasms.  I will fuck you two so well.  I love to give head.  I suck
off my paramour again and again as she screams in ecstasy.  I would love to
bury my face in both of your hot wet muffs and suck you off again and again.  I
am not selfish.  I will do both of you.  I will make you die from it.  I will
make you both so grateful and dying to return the favors.  I am really that
good” this said with more eyebrow waggles.
The women continued on down the road with a bored air.  Oberyn was not anything
if not persistent.  He kept his horse keeping pace with the slow walking
Ranyhyn.
“Don’t play hard to get.  I am a legend in Dorne for the pleasure I give my bed
partners.  None have ever left my bed with nothing but a beatific smile.”
Ferna turned to Oberyn.  “We find you to be a pompous and overbearing odious
man.  Ranrika is my wife and while we do take partners back to our bed rolls we
do not find you alluring.  We will be choosing partners to share with our stay
here at Wintefell.  You will not be one of them.”
Ranrika spoke now “We are hungry for companionship.”
Oberyn started to puff up.  Maybe they were just playing hard to get.
“Just not with you” Ranrika spoke flatly.
“Hey!  Easy on the ego there lack of a personality.  You are not exactly miss
congeniality.  You two have the personality of grains of sand in an hour
glass!  Fuck you!  Who the hell do you want if you don’t want this hot burning
hunk of love?”  Oberyn asked hotly.
“We do find another of your group alluring though.  We prefer women but
sometimes we like to try a taste of cock.  We see a man who we know will
totally satisfy us.  We long to have his cock buried in our hot tight cunts and
clenching assholes.”  Oberyn looked around truly perplexed as to who the women
could possibly be speaking of.
Arya was sort of nonplussed.  How could these two Haruchai women be talking
about such hot sex and make it seem so bland and boring.  Did they ever show
any emotion or have any timbre to their voices?!
“Who the fuck is more alluring than me!” Oberyn barked out truly and genuinely
confused at this turn of events.
Ranrika and Ferna turned Frohnhyn and Whrany away from Oberyn and circled
back.  Arya and Dany watched the two taciturn Haruchai pass by them and bring
their Ranyhyn on either side of Stannis.  Stannis was clearly shocked by their
sudden appearance on each side of his steed.
Oberyn, Daenerys and Arya stared dumbfounded at this turn of events too.  Even
they would have chosen Oberyn over Stannis.  Oberyn looked almost apoplectic. 
“No. No. No this can’t be” Oberyn spoke in a small choked voice.  He looked up
at the sun as if he was afraid it might disappear from the sky.  “Ain’t no
fucking way they would chose him over me?  This is not right.  This is fucking
heinous!” Oberyn strangled out through shocked clenched teeth.
Ranrika spoke to Stannis “We find your brooding quite certitude to be most
alluring.  We are enamored with your tall body and large muscled legs and arms.
We feel that you could fuck us most pleasingly in our beds while we are here in
your country of Westeros.  We long to feel you large cock fucking us to
exhaustion.  We have examined your groin.  You are most endowed.  We need to
feel your dick deep in our bellies.”
Arya grimaced.  Ranrika made the sex sound more like a dissertation before the
board of the Citadel.  The two Haruchai still showed no outright emotion even
talking about the most intimate act between two or more people.
“Hey!  I’m endowed damnit!” Oberyn cried out.  “Let me fuck you deep damnit!  I
got just the cock for you, you stupid bitches!”  Oberyn was fuming hotly now.
Way to seduce them Arya thought wickedly.  Arya looked over at Dany.  She was
clearly enjoying seeing Oberyn getting destroyed by these stoic women.
Stannis was spluttering at the sudden attention that had been totally unlooked
for.  He looked around confused.  He looked towards Renly for support.
“Hey brother.  I prefer the other team bro.  You lucky dog.  You got two hot
babes waiting for you tonight!  How do you like that Oberyn!” Renly crowed
looking at Oberyn.
Arya agreed.  The Haruchai were a most comely people.  The men were drop dead
handsome.  The women could be pleasure slaves in Myr or Lys.  The lack of
emotion or personality would be a definite thrill kill though.
Oberyn glared at Renly and flipped him off still staring aghast at the tableau
between Stannis and the two Haruchai women.
“We are most skilled in bed.  We fuck mainly women but our skills with men are
equally great.  The Haruchai always master everything we set our mind too”
Ferna told Stannis in a flat voice.  One would think she was discussing the
weather.
Oberyn was staring slacked jaw.  “Are you two blind?  That is Stannis
Baratheon!  He is a fucking prude!”
The Haruchai ignored Oberyn “We will give you endless pleasure” Ranrika cooed. 
Was that a hint of desire that Arya heard.  Finally!
Oberyn was really worked up now.  “You two have lost your fucking minds!  That
is Stannis fucking Baratheon.  He has a rod up his ass!”
“I’m married!” Stannis barked looking like a trapped animal between the two
Haruchai who had brought their Ranyhyn up close to Stannis’s horse.  They
started to stroke the tall man’s body.  Their hands travelled all over his
body.  Their hands gripping his arms and manly chest and roaming down his back
and along his tree like legs.
“Bring your wife to our bed.  We will love her as well and make her scream. 
Haruchai are the most passionate of lovers.  We are fierce in bed.  We will
take all of your cock in our hungry cunts and assholes.  We will deep throat
your massive cock down below our collarbones.” Ranrika spoke again.
Wow! Arya thought hearing that boast!
“My wife would never approve!  She is an honorable woman!” Stannis barked out
in desperation.
“When I get my mouth on her sweet cunt and suck her off to a screaming orgasm
she will feel differently” Frena spoke up to Stannis.  Finally, Arya was
hearing passion in the Haruchai’s voices.  They must be getting excited though
you could never tell it by looking at their flat miens. 
“Your wife will die from it when I ram my fist deep into her hot tight pussy
ram fucking her cervix till she explodes and wails in shocking pleasure”
Ranrika told Stannis stoically.  “She will then beg to let us all three fuck
her the night long.”
Now their hands began to stroke down to Stannis’ groin from his arms and
stomach and up from his upper thigh.  Their hands gripping and stroking his
manhood.  His eyes became large moonstones.
Stannis suddenly spurred his horse into a gallop back to Winterfell. 
The Haruchai pursued on their Ranyhyn who easily kept pace with Stannis’s
horse.  The way the Ranyhyns shook their heads reminded Arya of laughter. 
Oberyn stared at the rapidly growing smaller figures heading toward
Winterfell.  The Haruchai were gripping Stannis’s body pulling on him trying to
make their point.
“Obviously, those two have suffered major concussions in past combat.  Their
brains have been severally addled” Oberyn groused.  He shook his head still in
disbelief at the turn of events.
The Lord on her Ranyhyn came up.  “I assure you that they are in excellent
health.  I hope this Stannis Baratheon is in excellent health and stamina.  The
Haruchai give themselves totally when they fuck outside their people but they
also demand greatly in their beds.  They demand your all” the lord intoned
seriously.
“Fuck!” Oberyn shouted.  “They don’t understand he will never fuck outside his
marriage.  Hell, he won’t fuck in his marriage!  This is fucking unreal.”
“I would not be so sure Oberyn” Lustra spoke in her grim way.  “The Haruchai
can be most persuasive when they set their minds to it.  It is evident they
want Stannis.  I feel that soon Stannis and his wife will be happily fucking
away in the bed of Ranrika and Ferna.
“Fuck!  My gods, Ellaria will never let me hear the end of it!  Fuck!”
Oberyn was brooding.  He had taken the time to fetch and bring his spear that
was lying across his saddle.
Out of nowhere Nymeria jumped up and snatched his spear off Oberyn’s saddle. 
She started to run off and Shaggydog bit into the spear on the other end and
they ran off towards Winterfell.  The wolves had slaver flinging out their
mouths.  Their faces filled with a happy smile with their jaws locked on the
spear.
“Fuccckkkkkk!  I swear I will skin that godsdamned direwolf of yours Arya and
hang her pelt on my bed post!” he screamed talking off after the wolves. 
Arya saw the wolves looking back with the spear still in their mouths and put
on a burst of speed easily keeping in front of Oberyn.  The wolves running at a
loop constantly looking back taunting Oberyn who cursed them loudly as they all
three retreated back to Winterfell.
Arya and Daenerys followed at a sedate pace watching the forces around
Winterfell relax after all the excitement.  Dany took her hand and interlaced
their fingers as they walked.  Arya felt her heart race and her pussy get wet. 
Oh gods she just knew they would soon be making love finally.  She ached in her
core to give herself to Dany and to devour that sweet cunt she had seen while
Dany Jilled off over and over again in front of Nymeria.  She had smelled
Dany’s sweet cunt intoxicating her through Nymeria’s nostrils. 
She wanted to be the one making Daenerys Targaryen screaming in helpless
pleasure.  Arya wanted to give Dany pleasure and not her own fingers.  They
would masturbate each other or together!  Arya longed to feel Dany’s wet cunt
in her mouth instead of dirty warging to see her women Jilling off or watching
other women making love.
They slowly walked to Winterfell.  A giant came up to them.  She introduced
herself as Morningmist Ironfist.
She told them that she was very happy to finally meet the Dragonthane.  She
found Daenerys dragons to be very beautiful.  She told them that she could not
wait to touch the stone of Winterfell.  She could see the ancient age of the
stone and yet it was so finely cut and fitted together. She laughed telling
them that Giants knew stone.
Arya had to agree with it.  Both the Giant’s armor and their swords were made
of it.  Arya asked if she could see the blade that Morningmist used.
The Giant female gladly agreed pulling the mighty falchion sword out of its
stone scabbard.  Morningmist was nearly fourteen feet tall and her sword was
eight feet in length and nearly eighteen inches across.  The blade was
impossibly sharp Arya could see just looking at the wicked edge.  The top of
the blade had a wave and then scallop down to the tip at a forty percent
gradient.   
She put the pummel by Arya’s hand.  Arya gripped the pommel and gasped.  The
blade had to weigh two and half stone.  Arya gritted her teeth adjusting to the
massive weight of the sword.  She swung it tentatively at first and then
slashed it more forcefully before handing it back.  It was simply too heavy for
her or any man.  Arya looked at the solid muscled frames of the Giants.  They
had the musculature to handle such a heavy weapon.
“How do you forge such a weapon?  You can’t heat it can you?”
“We have forgers that use mallets and chisels to slowly carve the blades out of
massive blocks of granite.  They use song and magic so fuse the stone to itself
and give it great strength.  Never has one of our swords shattered in battle
because of the hardness of the weapon it has fought.  No magic has every
conquered one of our blades. 
Arya could see the pride the woman had for her weapon.  Morningmist laughed at
the antics of Greywind and Lady chasing each other.  Lady gripped Greywind’s
tail and jerked on it playfully.
Arya bumped into Dany who had suddenly stopped.  They saw a group of horses
with two riders on them approaching the road.
Arya knew who they were but was surprised.  They had said they needed to get
back to her brother.
They came up to them as they neared the gates.
The shorter woman pulled her hood back when they stopped.  It was Ygritte.
Arya heard Daenerys tell Ygritte she was happy to see them but wondered why
they were here.  Was everything all alright with their desire to be back with
their husband?  Why were they not on their way back to Jon?
“A week ago we made a fire to look into the flames and see if R’hllor had any
insights he wanted to shed on his humble priestesses.  We saw Winterfell and
understood that we need to be here at this time.”
Melisandre added “When the flames are so clear in their insight we must act.”
“Do you know your purpose?”
“No” Ygritte responded.  “We just know that our services will be needed.  Then
we can return home to Jon.  It will make him hornier anyways.  He will tear us
a new one when we get back home.  I can feel his cock spurting hot and hard
buried up my tight ass.  Then Melisandre will be hungrily lapping up his jism
leaking out my worn out slack but happy shithole.”
Arya felt her face on fire.  She looked at Dany and was relieved to see her
face scarlet too.  Dany may be a worldly woman but Ygritte’s potty mouth had
her confounded too.  Arya looked at Melisandre.
She seemed unfazed.  “This is true Ygritte.  I do love sucking Jon’s cum out
your pussy and your sweet ‘shithole’.  Melisandre had made the comment with
half amused look on her face.  She must be used to Ygritte’s tart mouth.  “Of
course I remember your face buried in my ass cleft your mouth glued to my
rosebud your tongue deep up my own shithole your mouth sucking out Jon’s sweet
hot spunk.  You sounded like a kitten nursing.”
Ygritte had a dreamy look on her face.  “Yeah!” she said in a soft happy tone.
Daenerys and Arya shook their heads at the two redheaded witches.  Jon
definitely had his hands full with these two.  He could see that these two
redheads were as hungry for Jon as she was for Dany.  Arya smirked.  She hoped
Jon got fucked as well as she knew Dany would fuck her. 
They all entered into Winterfell.
The two Shadowbinder witches told them that they would find a place in the
Godswood to shelter in.  They wanted to be alone if the Queen did not mind. 
Arya could sense that the great numbers of strangers to them had them uneasy. 
Since the Godswood was available they would use it. 
Arya knew the at least sixty-five acre expanse of the Godswood had many wild
areas in it.  This would let the two witches get lost in the Godswood away from
the Weirwood and its pool.  The women dismounted and took three large fur rolls
each and moved off towards the Godswood compound.
Stable hands came out and got the witches horses and took them towards the
stable.
“Let’s go visit your mother Arya.  Then after that I want you to return with me
to my chambers.  We have much to discuss Arya.”  Arya shivered at the smoky
timbre to Dany’s voice.  It dripped sex!
Arya gulped at the fire in the Queen’s eyes.  The lilac color seemed to pulse
with sexual hunger.  Gods her cunt was so fucking wet.  Arya’s nipples had
swelled to aching plums that begged to be devoured.
Arya thought Dany was so considerate.  She wanted to make sure her mother was
still recovering before they consummated their love.  Arya’s body calmed.
Arya led her Queen to her parent’s chamber.  She slowly opened the door and
smiled seeing her mother sitting up in bed.  She was being fed spoonfuls of
broth by Margaery and then small forkfuls of chicken.  Her mother still looked
weak but so much better.  Color had returned to her face and hands.
She definitely looked like she was recovering.  Arya was so thankful.  She and
Dany went to join Margaery at the bedside.
Catelyn smiled softly and asked the Queen’s forgiveness for not performing her
duty as hostess of Winterfell.  Margaery clucked and told Catelyn that she had
more important things to do.  She needed to give her husband another strong son
to be a Lord or brave knight.  At first Arya was slightly confused.  Margaery
was always telling her mother that the baby would be a daughter.  Then she
understood.
Arya admired Margaery.  She knew how to distract her mother.  With her
mentioning another son for her father her mother smiled and beamed and started
to go on how she could feel how strong her son was and he would make Eddard so
proud.
Sansa came into the bedchamber.  Sansa went over and hugged Arya and gently
embraced the Queen. She then went over to Margaery and kissed her soundly on
the lips.  Arya felt a rush go through her.  Her mother did not bat an eyelash
and in fact seemed happy that her eldest daughter so easily expressed her love
for another woman freely.  Arya saw that her mother had completely accepted her
eldest daughter’s homosexuality.
If their mother accepted Sansa being gay then Arya knew her mother would fully
support her union with Daenerys Targaryen the Queen of Westeros.
Arya shivered again.  She was so close to achieving all she had dreamed of. 
She begged her mother’s pardon but she and Daenerys needed to leave and discuss
some personal matters.
Arya saw the three women look at each other and smirk.  Arya felt her face
flush. 
Her queen gripped her hand and let her out of her parent’s quarters.  “Take me
to my quarters my sweet wolf.  We have matters of the heart to discuss” she
spoke in hot pulsing voice dripping sex.  Daenerys still did not know her way
around Winterfell and Arya led them forward down the halls. She kept glancing
back at Dany who smiled at her with a sultry smile that promised so much great
hot sex.
Arya’s nipples were so erect and swollen and her pussy so fucking wet.  She
could feel the tension in Dany’s body through their linked hands.  Her pulse
hammered in Arya’s veins.  That pulse also in her dripping pussy and aching
swollen nipples.
“Are you nervous Arya?” Dany asked her.
Arya did not try to hide her nervousness and rising desire “Yes!  I am so
fucking nervous.  Is that a bad thing” she asked worriedly.   She felt Dany
squeeze her hand hard. 
“No baby.  That is a good thing.  With the last twenty-four I feel like an
overwrought spring about to break.  It’s a good thing.  It is desire.  I want
you with all my heart and soul honey.  I have waited so long for you to come
into my life.”  Arya felt herself gulp at such sweet pure love.
 
Daenerys
Daenerys felt her body coursing with fire.  This was so unlike her “wedding”
night with Khal Drogo.  Then she had been sold against her desire and raped
against her will.  True, Drogo had been surprisingly gentle in his way working
to make sure he had aroused an inexperienced thirteen year old girl.  He could
have just taken and fucked her virgin vagina without arousing her and fucking
her dry.  He had had at least that amount of decency.
She had had to endure his nightly visits and treated like a piece of meat.  He
may not have beat her but he fucked her hard and without any emotion.  She was
just a receptacle for his sperm and womb for his son who would mount world.
Fortunately, Doreah had come to her and taught her how to use her body as a
weapon.  Very soon it had been her leading the Khalasar through Drogo.  She was
the puppeteer and he the puppet. 
She still remembered that first night.  This would be so different.  Now she
was freely giving her body to the woman she loved.  A woman.  Tonight would be
about desire.  Tonight would be about love.
Arya had her at her door, no, their door.  Daenerys took a deep breath.  She
had not been lying to Arya.  She was wrought up and felt like she might
explode.  The pale Valyrian had so much pent up love and passion in her body. 
The events of the last twenty-four hours had only built up the throbbing in her
body.  Daenerys felt like she might explode.  She was going to love Arya so
good!
They entered the guest bedroom that had been given for the Queen’s use.  The
room was nicely adorned but not ostentatious.  Just like her sweet wolf.  She
spied the large king sized bed.  The bed they would be fucking in soon.  Her
body jolted in acknowledgement of that fact.  The thought also flashed through
her mind.  Eddard Stark wanted her to use this bed to deflower his precious
daughter and make Arya’s hers.
This she would do so.  Now.
Arya fidgeted as did Daenerys.  Now that the moment had arrived she was herself
suddenly dry mouthed and feeling so nervous she was momentarily nonplussed and
not able to move.  Her long desire to have Arya in this way overwhelmed the
confident Queen.
Arya fidgeted and her eyes darted around.  Then they light up.  She turned and
went over to the head of Daenerys bed.  It had not been desire that had taken
Arya over to the bed.  Daenerys had seen what had captured her attention.  She
had been working her wet stone on her sword to calm herself this morning.  She
had then pulled Aegon’s sword, Blackfyre, out to sharpen it.  There she had
left it when finished sharpening the Rune Sword.
She saw Arya move over to it.  Daenerys rolled her eyes.  She would have to
delay her lovemaking to her wolf just for a few more minutes.  A warrior simply
could not refuse the sight of a fine sword.
“Can I?” Arya asked Daenerys with hope in her eyes.  Daenerys came over and
gripped her sword and grabbed the oil rag and oil bottle.  She smiled at Arya. 
“Please do.”  Daenerys turned to walk to a chair so she could care for her own
sword while Arya played the warrior.  Daenerys smirked. She could wait a few
minutes before she took her wolf.
Arya whopped loudly and picked up Aegon’s sword and ripped it out the
scabbard.  Daenerys watched Arya slice and hack with Aegon’s sword pretending
she was attacking and defending herself against unseen foes.  In Arya’s hand
the sword was only a normal sword. 
Daenerys sat down and pulled her sword out and felt it light up bright blue and
begin to pulse with heat.  She began to wipe it down with oil.  She started to
focus on her sword making sure it was well oiled and needed no nicks to be
ground out.  It never did but she never stopped her inspection.  It calmed her.
She had heard Arya whoop and slice Aegon’s sword through the air.  “Whoa?” she
heard Arya call out.
“What is it?  Did you pull something?”  Serve her right Daenerys thought with a
smirk for delaying their lovemaking.
“No.  It’s just my hand is tingling.”  Arya looked at the pommel in her grip. 
“That is so strange.  Cool but strange.”  She again started to go through the
intricate steps her sword masters had taught her.
Daenerys smiled seeing Arya enjoy the sword so much.  She began to consider the
fate of her progenitor’s sword. 
Daenerys mind drifted back to a conversation she had with Viserys shortly
before she had been bartered off to Khal Drogo.  Her brother had been obsessed
with finding a rune sword. "Sister, they say that as the ghost runes bind with
its owner their power becomes greater and greater ... the blade burns truer and
hotter ... that the blades knows the heart of its owner ... that even ones soul
mate could grip and use the sword ... you have become so beautiful Daenerys ...
(his index finger traced the line of her jaw as he leaned in) my lovely dragon
qu--"
"There you two are Viserys" Illyrio appeared suddenly in the empty hall.  "come
we must discuss Daenerys forthcoming marriage".  Her brother distracted allowed
Daenerys to make her escape.  She had learned more from Illyrio and then more
from the Maester Lape about her sword and its properties.  She discovered that
House Tarygaryen had never had known a Dragon Lord.  A dragon rider so powerful
that they could fire up another’s rune sword.  Each sword tuned for its owner. 
This tuning would reject any other’s grip.  Only the most powerful of Dragon
Lords could overcome the initial binding of owner to sword.
There had never been a true Dragon Lord in House Targaryen.  That was until the
birth of Daenerys Targaryen.  Finally, a Dragon Lord had come to House
Targaryen. 
Daenerys had not been nonplussed at this news.  She easily accepted that she
would be the first in her House to have that power.  Since Drogo had awakened
ambition and desire for greatness in her breast she had accepted that she was
meant for a great destiny.  When she was told that she had true greatness to
fire up the sword that was now hers she had not been surprised.  She merely
accepted it as a further representation of her greatness.
Daenerys was looking at Arya’s back.  It was time to put these swords down and
make love Daenerys thought.  She saw Arya thrusting and parrying with Aegon’s
sword.  Suddenly Arya stilled.  In a playful tone Arya called back over her
shoulder at her. 
"You lied to me Dany!"
"What do you mean Arya?"
“You told me that only a true dragon lord could see the runes Dany!  That a
great Valyrian could make the sword glow blue."  Arya was talking in a
sarcastic tone.  Daenerys wondered why.
"Of coarse you can Arya, the sword is covered in runes" she laughed back.
 Don’t be obtuse.  All can see the runes not etched in magic.  You see my sword
all the time.  I have shown you the runes all can see no matter who grips my
sword and the ones only I can light up.”
"Not those runes Dany ... The blue ones ... the ones buried in the metal"
Daenerys could tell Arya was turning her hand slowly twisting the sword to look
at.  “And I am not holding your sword silly.  Anyways blue runes are starting
to glow on Aegon’s sword.”
 "Wh - what did you say?" Daenerys asked stunned.  She had many times held
Aegon’s sword and never had any hidden runes fired up.  The blade had ignited
but no runes were raised.
"You told me only a "Great Dragon Lord" could make the ghost runes light and
the sword glow blue." Arya said laughing as she turned around.  Daenerys felt
her eyes go large.  The sword of Aegon was afire.  It blazed as bright as if
she was holding the hilt. Oh sweet gods! This was impossible.  The blue fire
was licking high up off the blade and leaving blue ghosts behind.  My gods! 
Arya is firing up Aegon’s sword as if I held it!
Arya with a gleeful look slashed and stabbed with a rune sword now blazing blue
in eldritch fire.  That should have been impossible.  Blue lightening arcs left
in the air.
Arya walked over grinning.
“I guess that makes me a great Dragon Lord!” she crowed playfully.
Daenerys looked at Arya aghast.  Arya was a great Dragon Lord!  How was this
possible!”
Arya had come to show Daenerys the sword.  On Foe Hammer above the double
entwined Ouroboros and the runes of love and commitment between Visenya and
Rhaenys Targaryen was an exquisite etching of two female dragons circling each
other with clouds backlight with a setting sun.  Female dragons had wings
slightly larger but with more scoops on the trailing edge of their wings. 
Those had been the runes on her rune sword.
Daenerys had seen when she fired up Aegon’s sword that he had no Ouroboros or
runes of love or the traditional etching that showed something of importance to
him.  She had assumed, that for Aegon, the sword was merely an implement of war
and the maker of the sword had not felt the need to have additional runes added
other than stating the greatness of House Targaryen.
“Owwwww … damn my palm is tingling again! … I mean it is really tingling!” Arya
called out looking down at the sword she had impossibly light up.
As she and Arya looked at Aegon’s sword the bottom of the sword where important
runes would be engraved to owner of the sword begin to shimmer and glow even
brighter.  What had been barely seen and not truly able to be deciphered they
had been so ghostly suddenly began to glow brighter growing stronger and
brighter.
Daenerys felt her eyes bulge.  She had not fired up what was now beginning to
come alive.  She stared aghast at Arya.  What the hell was happening!  She was
a Dragon Lord and even she could not fire up the runes that Arya was now easily
lighting up.
“Arya reach out and take my sword.  Be careful it gets hot in my hand.  I don’t
want you to burn your—noooooo!” she cried out when Arya snatched her sword from
her hand.  It blazed as if she held it.
Arya was not burned and … and the … her runes was still alight and all her
runes were alive and dancing.  Even the Ouroboros were dancing.  Only great
love and passion could fire that that rune alive.
Arya crowed “I’m making the two snakes dance and the runes dance!”  Arya was
hopping around proud of herself for lighting up the runes and the Ouroboros. 
She did not understand that what she was doing was simply impossible!  Arya was
using both swords now play fighting her unseen enemies.
She did not understand what she was doing.  Daenerys head was beginning to
spin.
Then an even greater shock made Daenerys eyes bulge yet again   
Before her and Arya’s eyes more runes and icons that even Daenerys had not been
able to fire up began to emerge from deep within the metal.
On Aegon’s sword where there had been no Ouroboros, now had two that danced and
writhed together.  The two female snakes sensually twined and flowing over each
other in obvious longing and lust.  Just like on her sword!  Her eyes went to
two images that now glowed an ethereal bright blue.
“That is so fucking cool!  I did not know the Direwolf was an image of
importance to Valyrians” Arya gleefully called out seeing the dragon and
direwolf now blazing a bright blue.  Runes and images that even she herself, a
true Dragon Lord, had not been able to raise from the metal.  This was
impossible!
Now on Aegon’s sword, Aegon’s fucking sword! Daenerys saw the impossible.  A
female dragon was flying banked over in the sky and below it the stylized head
of the Stark Direwolf howling up to the dragon in obvious longing and love. 
The metalsmith had somehow made it plain the Direwolf was female with just its
pose. The dragon’s head canted down to gaze upon the howling Direwolf with
desire evident.  Its body angling down to join the wolf on the ground.
It was the runes below that finished her shock.
The dragon shall lie with the wolf
Over four hundred years ago a great sword smith had fashioned a sword and
hidden runes from the person who was merely the caretaker for the sword until
the true owner could come to claim it as her own.
Arya Stark.
“Dany!  Why are looking like that!”  You should be happy!
Daenerys was going into shock.  Her own culture had foreseen this.  She would
marry one Arya Stark.  It was her destiny.  She who did not believe in prophecy
had been given swords that spoke of sheer prophecy.
How could that smith have known to make these swords and carve the images and
runes that would speak to two women in deep passionate love over four centuries
later?
“Dany you’re scaring me!  Is this something bad!  I thought this was something
wonderful!”
Daenerys heard Arya’s distress but she was simply overwhelmed.  She wanted and
needed to reply but her mind was trying to process what was impossible.  She
had been wound up tight by events of the last twenty-four hours and now seeing
that her own people had called for this union with a non Valyrian.  She had
felt herself doomed.  Now she felt pure elation.  She was totally
discombobulated and shocked.  
Dany’s soul and body overwhelmed hiccupped and fainted dead away.
 
***** A Time of Truth *****
                                A Time of Truth
                          Daenerys / Arya / Daenerys
 
Daenerys
Slowly Daenerys climbed back to reality.  Her mind was lightly clouded, but it
was a pleasant feeling – her body woke aglow with love. She now knew the truth;
her wolf’s love was every bit as intense as her own. Her intuition had been
true after all.  Arya’s heart beat only for Daenerys Targaryen, an
unquestionable certainty her rune sword had revealed to her.
Not only had Arya’s true desires had been reveled but so had her might. 
Daenerys was still stunned at what the sword of Aegon—No … the sword that now
belonged to Arya had showed her.  Arya was as powerful as she.  She had known
it but to see it so evident in a Valyrian rune sword had been world shaking to
the Valyrian Queen.
“Arya,” Dany called out softly, stretching.  She felt the light weight of
covers on top of her. Her wolf had taken care of her, though she found it
unfortunate that she was still clothed.  “Arya,” Dany called, stretching again
with a soft smile on her face.  She wondered how it was possible for everything
to change so completely between one heartbeat and the next. 
Between two beats of her heart, her life had been utterly changed.  Dany had
been working her way towards the wolf girl since she had first met Arya but
events of the past hour had brought everything to crystal clarity.  It was like
on the first beat of her heart her life was dread, dread of unwanted caresses,
and a passionless marriage bed. A life with no love, and a bleak hopeless
future. On the next beat, she suddenly saw a future of boundless love and
possibilities, full of sweet caresses and intimate touches that would ignite
her very soul.
She was not a woman of doubts but if there were any they had been burned away
by the glow of the rune swords that Arya had alight by the power of her passion
and magic.  Yes.  Her Wolf had proven every bit her equal.  An equal she longed
to take as her Queen in body as well as spirit.
Dany shivered at the thought in hungry anticipation.
“Arya, Arya, to me my love.” Dany called out.  She wanted to forever caress her
love’s ears with sweet endearments.  She would whisper her love and be always
be gentle with her sweet wolf.  “Arya!” she called out more forcefully.  Where
was her love?
She slowly opened her eyes and looked to the window, seeing sunlight beaming
through the panes of glass.  Her martial training told her by the change in
angle of light that less than an hour had passed since her wolf had innocently
overwhelmed her.  She had seen the lust in Arya’s eyes, but her body had given
away her trepidation.  This was proven by Daenerys waking alone.  The girl is
so raw and passionate, but, so virginal, Dany thought with a wicked gleam.  She
planned on changing that immediately.
 Dany looked over at the bathroom suite, then the large alcove at the front of
the room.  Where was the girl? She slowly sat up and looked around more
closely. Surely Arya had not fled after what they had just shared?
It had been so such a revelatory moment.  There had been such passion and love
in Arya’s eyes.  Her eyes unguarded – eyes that showed burning love for her
Dragon.  The time for lovemaking had arrived.  There had been such love in
Arya’s eyes when Daenerys looked into them now.  The time of hiding emotions
was gone.  It was time to consummate their love.  She had seen it in Arya’s
eyes.  She hungered for her Dragon as she hungered for her Wolf.   
Looking around at the emptiness of the room a stray thought entered her mind
and refused to leave. Did Arya trust her instincts as Daenerys trusted her own?
Or did she doubt them and run? She found she already desperately missed her
love.  It was so easy to say that now!  It was time to say the words aloud. 
Repeatedly.  Loud and clear for the whole world to hear.
“Arya…  Arya!  Where are you?!” Dany called, her voice rising in frustration
and the strain of rising trepidation.  She got up and went quickly into the
bath suite.  Had she fallen asleep taking a bath while waiting for her Queen to
awake, making her body ready for sweet lovemaking?
No. The room was empty, no hot bath drawn from the hot spring water.  She
walked quickly to the large alcove and found nothing as well.  Daenerys pinched
the bridge of her nose.  How could the girl run away?  She had seen the raw
desire in Arya’s eyes.  True, the Direwolf pup had been distracted by Daenerys’
swords but that was past now.
Daenerys remembered the overwhelming shock of seeing Arya light up the rune
swords.  Then reading the runes that lay hidden for over four centuries.   Dany
had seen the truth in those runes.  So had Arya.  They both had seen the
perfectness of their love.  Daenerys ancestors had foreseen it.  The smiths had
definitely known the truth.
Who had told them?  That did not matter now.  The Queen remembered almost
sobbing and shaking with the intensity of her love for Arya and seeing the
truth that lay written and for four centuries hidden in Aegon’s former sword. 
But did the girl see the truth?  Did the innocent accept what her eyes told
her?  These questions circled in Daenerys head with no sight of Arya.
I have been fooling both her and myself from the moment I saw her Dany thought
to herself.  For too long she had been willing to accept she must see Arya as
only a friend and not as her Queen and lover.  That was no more!  She was Queen
of Westeros and she would take what was hers.  The insights she had heard
whispered in her ear had taken flight and come to fruition. 
She would now openly declare her love for Arya Stark and take her as her Queen.
She went back to the bed and sat down on it.  She longed to have Arya in her
arms. She wanted to kiss her - kiss her deeply and roll her onto the bed
beneath her as she stared into those steel grey eyes, falling into them as she
lowered herself to kiss Arya’s beautiful face until the girl was crying out for
her more intimate touches.
She had waited too long!  It was time to be a Queen and take what was hers!
Frustrated Dany slammed the palms of her hands down onto the bed.  She wanted
Arya! All of Arya, and she wanted her now!  A few strands of her platinum hair
had fallen across her face and she blew them to the side.  She was frustrated
and horny. She pounded the bed again.
How could Arya do this to them?  She had run off and only delayed the
inevitable.  Why had she run? Arya had learned to read the runes of Valyria
from her and Missandei.  The destiny was clear to them both.  In the last few
days they had finally allowed each other to see the love they had kept hidden
in their breast.  True.  Daenerys had been overcome.  Overcome with joy. 
Daenerys fumed again.  Out loud she groused, “And all this time wasted when we
could have been making love!”  Why had they hidden what they had felt?!  There
would be no more hiding of their true feelings.  “This is so—so fucking
unfair!” she finished with a shout, her fists slamming down on the bed again.
 She wanted her wolf and she had run off! 
Then the Targaryen’s shoulders hunched slightly and a sheepish look came over
her beautiful features.  Daenerys was acting like a five year old.  She needed
to girl up and go find her woman.  She was coming to realize that maybe
fainting dead away had spooked Arya.  Daenerys was now remembering Arya calling
out to her worried by her actions.  She couldn’t help it!  She had been
overwhelmed by the shocking revelations of the Valyrian swords.   
Why had Arya run off?  Dany’s insight continued to press thoughts into her
mind. I am over four years older than my sweet Arya, Daenerys thought, perusing
the roiling scenarios and memories she held in her mind.  I have seen so much
more, done so much more … I have taken lovers … been scared and hunted … all
Arya has known is safety and love. I am in so many ways more worldly than Arya,
and more in tune with my thoughts, my body … my sexual hungers and desires…
She must have misread the situation. 
Even with all of her experience, she too had missed the obvious signs of Arya’s
growing attraction to her for too long.  She had fooled herself.  Deluded
herself by listening too much to the counsel of men.  No more!  Dany continued
her train of thought.  Could Arya truly have somehow seen what just happened as
a negative?  No non Valyrian had ever done what she had just done … she did not
know that. Daenerys pondered over what had just happened. 
Surely, the sword revealed the truth to Arya, as it did to me. The Targaryen
gave pause.  I am of Valyria. I understand what exactly the portents of the
ghost runes would mean. But would a person of Westeros? …a sixteen year old
innocent girl?  A girl who was still unsure of herself.  A young woman who had
just seen the woman she loved freak out and faint dead away on her.
She realized that she had been thinking of Arya in sexual terms ever since she
had acknowledged her hunger for the wolf.  That hunger from their first
meeting.  Daenerys rubbed her chin smiling at the fist punches of her sweet
lover.
Sweet innocent Arya - a condition the Targaryen planned to change, very
quickly.
Daenerys sat back and reconsidered her view on fate.  How she, a worldly woman,
had deluded herself.  Allowed herself to play a fool, sure that the gods were
against her desires for the wolf girl.  She had wasted too much time overcoming
those stupid fears and doubts.  She had listened to supposedly wise counsel
harping in her ear to find a man to make her rule complete.
Fools!
She was a fool too! She felt her body become rigid. The gods had not sent her
signs to deny herself but had actually been slapping her in the face with
portents of her destiny.  The dream of the snarling Direwolf that she had
thought threatened her, but instead jumped over her to fight some faceless
man.  Even then she had instinctively known the wolf was female, but
disregarded it as unimportant.
She had assumed that with Eddard racing North to fight for her kingdom, this
was what the wolf had symbolized.  The wolf bending down and submissively
bowing to her seemed to be House Stark making obeisance.  Now she clearly
understood it was Arya submitting to her.  Two becoming one.
She suddenly felt a hot rush race through her body.  That was right.  The
dreams had stopped the day she had discovered Eddard Stark was calling his
banners - but, that was also the day Arya had appeared in her court.  Appeared
in her court, and fired two arrows at her on her own throne!  The day they had
clashed swords, and the day Arya had given her several left crosses that left
her with a split lip and black eye.  Punches followed up with kicks, head
buttes and vicious flips onto hard marble floors.
Yes, that had been the day Arya Stark had totally captured her heart.
Then there was the way Nymeria would hunch down on her mighty haunches and
launch herself onto Drogon’s broad back. Her dragon would launch them both into
the air, flying them through the sky as the wolf howled long peals. Drogon had
always taken care never unseat his precious passenger.  She and Arya had both
smiled and laughed, missing the obvious. 
The dragon and direwolf were acting as one.  Their animals showing their
mistresses the truth.  The Dragon and Direwolf metaphorically lying together.
Daenerys shook her head sadly.  So much time wasted.  She remembered back to
the first day she set down on Dorne as Westeros’s true queen.  She had asked
Tyrion then, “Cannot the Dragon learn to lie with Direwolf?”  She herself had
been speaking prophecy. 
So if she had deluded herself, maybe Arya still was?  That she would have to
change, and change now. She felt her smile curve into a leer. She would have
her wolf girl.  Their love would no longer be delayed or denied.
Energized and determined, Dany sprung off the bed and went to the door,
swinging it open. She started to step out, then spied her sword on the chair by
the window, back in its scabbard.  She was in Winterfell and had nothing to
fear. She started to walk out again, hesitating. Dany’s instincts told her to
bring her sword, and she would listen to them. She had survived countless
battles listening to her instincts.
She pivoted and retrieved her sword, then rushed out the door.
She stopped.  She looked at Aggo who was standing guard at her door.  The Queen
started sensing someone at the other side of her door.  This person was not a
Dothraki.  She whipped around with her hand on the pommel of her sword.  She
started seeing who it was.  It was Bannor of the Haruchai.  He seemed
unperturbed at her actions.  He cocked an eyebrow at her hand on the pommel of
her sword.
Daenerys relaxed.  She turned to Aggo.
"Where did Arya go?"  He looked at her surprised.  The Queen's Dothraki
Bloodriders primary duty was her safety.  She had never tasked that one of them
always stay with Arya.  There had been no need with so much of Arya's time
spent with the Queen.  She turned to glare at the Haruchai.  Again he merely
cocked an eyebrow at her.
"I am your Bloodguard" was his answer to the Queen's glare.  His voice bland
and with no emotion in the timbre of his response.  The Queen remembered
Jeertel was Arya's Bloodguard.  
"Jeertel.  She is with my Aray?" she asked Bannor.
:"Yes." The simple answer delivered with no emotion made the Queen glare at
Bannor.  She wanted to snap at the taciturn man.  She held her tongue.  The
Haruchai simply did not show emotion.
"Let's go!" she called out running down the hall.  Her Bloodrider and
Bloodguard following in her wake like leaves in an autumn storm.  Daenerys
headed to the lower levels of Winterfell.  Maybe she had gone to the kitchen
Daenerys thought.  Or maybe she has sought out her father in one of the meeting
halls.  She sought Arya out but she had not been to any of these locations.
 The queen tore down the halls calling for Arya but she did not find her love.
 The  Queen then headed out to the grounds.  
She had heard Arya talk wistfully of the solarium called the Glass Gardens.
 She had noticed the structure the day before doing acrobatics on Drogon's
back.  Daenerys ran all the way there.  She entered the beautiful glass
structure.  There she had found Sansa and Margaery walking around the rows of
flowers, vegetables and fruit trees holding hands.  Arya had not been there.
 They told her to try the Godswood.
The pale Valyrian Queen tore out of Glass Gardens and ran full out to the
entrance to the Godswood.  She found a group of Giants and Haruchai sitting
around a bonfire.  They were eating a meal.  The Giants laughing and jesting
with each other and their Haruchai compatriots.  The Giants laughing at their
own jests and the Haruchai politely answering quietly.  Daenerys again noted
the very reserved nature of the Haurchai.
The Queen noticed how the Haruchai sat looking at each other.  They did not
speak among themselves.  The Queen was sure now the Haruchai spoke mind to
mind.
She was informed that Arya had not come this way.  Daenerys thanked them and
ran off at full tilt running to the stables.  Arya had not been there to take a
horse.  The Queen ran to all the grounds.  No Arya.  Stratified that Arya had
not come out of the Great Keep tore off back to that structure.
Ten minutes later, Daenerys was about to blow like an erupting volcano in her
ancestral homeland.  She had looked everywhere she could think of that Arya may
have hid.  Unless she was down in the crypts or up high in the turret of a
tower she could not fathom where the girl had gone.  She asked everyone she
passed if they had seen the wolf princess.  None had seen the girl.  She was
feeling the blood of the dragon surging frustrated through her veins.  She took
a moment to stop and calm her mind as Syrio had trained her to do in moments of
great stress.  Where would she hide … what if she was not hiding? … Daenerys
ran down the hall.
As she ran she had a sudden thought.
"Do you know where Arya is?" she asked Bannor.
"Yes."
She wanted to scream at the man but controlled herself.  "Why the hell did you
not tell me!"
"You did not ask" was the answer.  An answer delivered with no emotion.  The
man felt no guilt at withholding the information from the Queen.
"That is all you have to say?!"
"She is in no danger.  Jeertel is with her."
Daenerys was furious but controlled herself.  Not only was the withholding of
information pissing her off but it also angered her that she and Aggo were
sheen in sweat and breathing heavily while Bannor had no sweat on his brow or
was even breathing heavily at all.  It was as if he had been standing still all
the time.  She would chew his ass off but she knew it would be useless on the
reticent man.  Anything she could hurl against him would bounce off his granite
like countenance. 
She would have to remember to ask very direct questions in the future when
dealing the Haruchai.
Arya
Why? Why had Dany acted like that?  Arya worried that thought over in her mind.
 It was like she had seen a ghost … or the new runes had some metaphorical
meaning she did not grasp.  She had been so happy but Daenerys had been
seemingly in shock!  Dany had refused to answer her cries! 
Arya buried her face in the pillow already soaked in her tears.  She had been
alright hiding her love from Dany.  She had been happy to just be in Dany’s
presence, to love her from afar …
No. No she hadn’t—she had been dying by degrees each day she was in Dany’s
presence; uninvited to caress and stroke her beautiful body.  Her beginning
time with the Queen had been so dreadful. 
She cringed every time some new male suitor arrived at the Red Keep to woo
Daenerys.  Dany never seemed to pay them much mind, and was stiff and formal
with them but Arya knew that one day the right man, she sneered, would appear
and take Dany away from her forever.  Each time she thought ‘this is it’, was
like a knife going through her heart.
Why couldn’t things just stay the way they were? It was a slow death to be
sure, but at least she could have another day in Dany’s presence.
Then everything seemed to have changed over the last few days.  They had
crossed some invisible barrier and Arya had been sure Daenerys was in love with
her.  Now something in the rune swords had changed it.  Ruined it!  Arya
pounded her fists in her pillows.
Arya couldn’t help but think about how her beautiful Queen always made time for
her.  She practiced with her every day as Arya felt her body and mind melding
with her weapons - becoming one with them.  At first, Dany had pushed her, and
beat her.  Now Ayra pushed, and beat the queen.  The Targaryen had always
extended her hand to be pulled up when Arya had unarmed and threw her to the
ground.  Always with equanimity, saying ‘next time, Wolf Girl!’  It always made
Arya laugh. The queen had always laughed at her jokes, moaned at her pitiful
puns, listened intently to her stories of home and laughed at Nan’s old tales
right along with Arya. 
As Arya remembered, she smiled into the pillow.  Her love for Daenerys only
grew each day.  Grew with each interaction with the pale beautiful Valyrian.
Over the last few days, Arya had become sure that the Queen loved her and was
about to take her.  The incident in the Queen’s chambers had shattered that
belief.  Strange how a few minutes could change ones destiny and one’s surety. 
A sad smile crossed Arya’s features.  She remembered her special times with her
Queen.
Arya remembered the thrill of practicing with Dany, or when they rubbed
liniment into each other’s tired bodies, the Northern girl could almost feel
like they were bonding and becoming more than companions.  But then Arya
reminded herself the queen was a chameleon.
Arya had watched Daenerys charm nobles and bewitch the heads of noble houses. 
The queen had reduced hardened emissaries from the Iron Bank to docile
kittens.  A few moments with her, and their roars turned to quiet purrs.
Dany had mastered the mummer’s dance.  She could make anyone think they were
the center of her universe.  She truly was the center of Arya’s universe. The
wolf loved her dragon Queen completely.  Occasionally she had seen Dany almost
catch her longing, heartfelt glances and had to quickly school her features,
just as she learned from her queen.
It seemed that the time of hiding had passed.  Now she knew better.  All was
lost now.  The rune swords had revealed some terrible truth to Dany. 
“I ruined it!”  Arya cried into the pillow she had buried her face into as her
sobs wracked her body.  Why did I ever pick that sword up?! Arya’s mind cried
out to the distressed teenager. 
Dany had been her legendary Targaryen queen come down from the heavens of
legend.  Gods, she had loved the woman from the first moment she had stepped
into the Iron Throne audience chamber.
For a few more minutes, Arya cried inconsolably.  Everything had seemed so
close.  Now it was gone!  When she finally cried herself out mostly, Arya sat
up, her face swollen and eyes red and puffy.  Tears still ran down her cheeks
randomly as she hiccupped and tried to control her weeping.
She thought back to earlier that afternoon.  She had been so happy practicing
with the Valeryian swords.  Dany’s sword was so incredible with the slowly
dancing runes before watching Dany with her sword.  For the life of her, Arya
could not figure out her Queens’s frightening behavior when Arya had somehow
fired up some hidden runes in Aegon’s sword. 
She had seen, but not really understood Dany’s unnerved behavior.  She had
fretted and worried about it ever since she covered up the unconscious queen
and fled, knowing she had ruined everything.  Something about Aegon’s sword had
shown the Queen a horrible truth.  A truth that had destroyed Arya’s world. 
Arya felt her heart quiver in her chest.  She felt like she was underwater and
could not surface.  Her heart ached!
She had wanted so badly to shake Dany awake and make love to her.  Just as she
had wanted to from the first moment she had met the beautiful dragon queen. 
She wanted to make love to Dany and erase whatever fear had been instilled in
her Queen’s heart.
All of Arya’s old fears and insecurities were flowing hot in Arya’s veins.  The
queen who now knew how Arya felt towards her.  Arya had been so sure that her
love was reciprocated!  It just had to be but it had been so easily crushed by
those damn runes! 
Arya paused in her sobs.  She had seen Dany’s face in her room.  She had been
so sure she saw her own love reflected back at her the last two days.  It had
all changed so fast.  The way Daenerys had stared aghast at those damn swords
Arya stormed!  Daenerys had looked terrified … then she had fainted.  The spell
had been broken. 
The runes had revealed some terrible truth Arya was sure of it.  All of Arya’s
insecurities came rushing in with a vengeance.  Her Queen no longer loved her! 
The sword of Aegon had shown her some terrible truth.  Maybe she was indeed
destined to marry a man!  The thought made Arya ill.
Arya Stark also couldn’t but help remember how she had used the Queen for own
selfish pleasures.  She had accidently stumbled upon Nymeria visiting the Queen
when she was late coming back to her.  She had reveled in feeling the Queens
hands scratching and rubbing Nymeria’s belly.  The way she rubbed noses with
her direwolf. 
It had started out so innocent.  Who could blame her for sharing these sweet
moments between wolf and Queen.  Arya smiled at those memories.
Then everything had changed.  The Queen not knowing Arya was hidden within the
beast had masturbated in front of the wolf.  The Queen felt so safe and
comfortable with the wolf that she started to take care of her needs in front
of Nymeria. 
That first time had been a revelation.  The beautiful Queen was such a primal
beautiful creature stroking her body with expert skills.  The way Dany had
screamed and screamed her body in convulsions from searing orgasms. The way her
body had flipped and jackknifed so violently had intoxicated Arya. 
The first time she had been unprepared to see the Queens naked body being so
hedonistically self-pleasured.  If it had only been the once, then she could be
forgiven.  But it had not been the one time only.  The old gods were punishing
her for her sinful behavior!
Night after night she melted into Nymeria’s flesh and encouraged the direwolf
to go to her Queens’s suite.  The Queen always accepting her wolf with open
welcoming arms.  She would play with wolf and scratch underneath the wolf’s
ears and stomach like the wolf craved.
Then the Queen who was now comfortable with the wolf in her chambers while she
self-pleasured her body would drop her silk robe and climb onto her bed.  Arya
learned her Queen had an insatiable sexual hunger.  Fortunately, the Queen
never questioned the wolf sitting up watching her intently masturbating to
wailing after wailing orgasm.
Arya was hooked on the Queen’s body.  And who was she hurting she had
reasoned.  Now she knew she had invalidated the very integrity of their
relationship spying on her Queen’s desires and needs.  Her father would be
shamed by Arya’s behavior. 
More hot tears ran down her face.  She had known it was wrong but she just
couldn’t control herself.  She desperately thought that this was the only way
she could have even a sliver of her Queen.
Arya miserably gnawed on how everyone at court whispered that Daenerys was
going to marry that high Lord, or that mighty Knight.  What chance did a young,
skinny daughter of Stark have against the Knight of Flowers? Or some high lord
or other mighty knight? Tears fell in pain and frustration.
Worse yet, she knew the Queens secret. Her voyeurism had revealed the secret
the Queen held close to her beautiful bosom.  The Lords and Knights did not
have a chance.  When the Queen masturbated and fantasized about her dream lover
it was not ‘him’ or ‘he’ it was ‘her’ and ‘she’.
The queen had Arya’s desires.
A part of her sneered at the foolish men who made fools of themselves seeking
the Queens attention.  The Queen was waiting for her fair Princess to come to
her.  But the simple fact remained, she had violated a basic trust between her
and Dany.  She had soiled the very core of their relationship.  These thoughts
had helped propel her out the door after the Queen fainted.
When she had first swung Aegon’s blade, and then Dany’s own blade she had felt
so alive so wild.  She had felt anything was possible.  Seeing the runes shift
and the Ouroboros writhing in their sibilant, entwining dance had both set her
blood on fire and wet her core.  She felt intoxicated with love for Dany.  She
felt like even Dany’s swords saw they were destined for each other.    
It had been almost magical.  It was almost as if the sword itself had put her
under a spell.  That magic had first waned and then flamed out seeing the look
of almost horror in Dany’s eyes.  Something about her being able to do what she
had done to the magical swords had filled Dany with horror.  The look of shock
and disbelief on her face had ruined the elation that Arya felt.  Then Daenerys
had been so aggrieved and horrified by what she had seen she had fainted with
fright!
Even now Arya felt a thrill run through her body remembering those dancing
runes and Ouroboros had her blood boiling again for Dany.  Oh by the Old Gods,
she wanted her so bad!  Why had her love reacted so badly!
Then the Queen had fainted, and the spell was broken. Just like that.
Arya knew it as a warning from the gods.  She is not for you, little girl!
Dany had seen something in her swords that had ruined everything!  Arya had
lost!  Arya knew Dany would continue to be kind to Arya.  Probably pity her,
and try and make her understand that their love could never be.  Her ancestors
had showed her the truth.  She was to be a mighty Queen with a mighty King by
her side.  Dejectedly, Arya reflected that Dany may have thought she wanted
Arya at her side as Queen but reality had showed its ugly head.  Dany had to
marry a man to make her kingdom whole.  Arya felt her heart break little more,
her shoulders slumping.
That was something that Arya absolutely could not take.  Dany’s pity.  Dany now
knew the depths of her feelings, and she would not be treated like a lovesick
teenager.  Her feelings were the feelings of an adult, and just as powerful. 
Arya would not accept expediency in her relationship with Dany.  She would not
stand there and watch Dany take a fucking man as her King!  She was supposed to
be Dany’s side!
She could not stay here anymore.  She would do the adult thing. She would do
the noble thing, the Stark thing. She would stay here in Winterfell and let the
Queen go back to the Red Keep and her destiny.  A destiny that did not involve
her she now sadly understood.  She would leave tomorrow morning for the Wall
and prepare to fight the Ice Wrights and the Others.  No longer would she
burden the queen, forcing her to deal with someone whom she saw as a child
rather than an equal.  Obviously, the Queen valued duty over love.
Arya felt tears brimming in her eyes again.
Yes. That is what she would do.  She was so tired, but she had to find the
strength.  She would need to bind up some clothes and provisions, then fly to
the Wall.  She would let Daenerys have her destiny. It was her duty to let her
queen, her sweet beautiful queen, find her fate without feeling like she had to
deal with a girl who had nothing more than a hero worship complex.  The little
wolf girl who tried, and failed, to love the dragon queen. 
Yes, she would walk out that door
SLAM!
The door flew open.
 
Daenerys
“There you are!” the white haired Targaryen roared at the younger teen as she
surged into the room.  The Queen saw shock and surprise in Arya’s eyes.
The door slammed shut again with a loud boom.  Daenerys was worked up and
needed to work out some of her agitation.  Her running all over Winterfell had
her on edge.  She had run up to Arya's door.  Jeertel stood beside the door to
Arya's room stoically.  She had glared at the Haruchai as Bannor joined her and
Aggo took guard at the other side of the door.  She wanted to rant at the
Haruchai but knew now that it would be wasted.  These people were simply immune
to invective.  It did not matter now.  She had finally found her Arya.  She
rushed into the room of her sweet dear love. 
“What the fuck are you doing?!” the Queen barked at the shaken wolf.  Dany’s
agitation had her barking at the girl, even as it tore at her soul. She was so
filled with adrenaline after chasing endless halls looking for her sweet love! 
Her love for Arya had her emotions racing, unchecked. 
The Targaryen stood in front of the door in an offensive stance, the sword in
its scabbard held in her left hand by her hip.  Arya would never get past her
guard of the door.  Daenerys would never let her love flee from her again.
“Dany—I mean Daen—My queen” the Stark said meekly, bowing in deference.  Dany
stared at the girl.  It was obvious she had been crying - the teen’s face was
red and swollen; her eyes bloodshot and puffy, with dark bags beneath.  Her
hair was an unruly mess like the monsters from the stories a nanny told their
charges at night in order to scare an errant child. 
My gods she is beautiful, Dany thought to herself.  
Daenerys saw that she had frightened her love, and her ire was gone in an
instant.  “Arya,” she breathed out a shaky breath, running her hand through her
long tresses. She walked over to the table in the middle of the room, setting
her sword down.  She took a long, calming breath.  Obviously, something had
upset Arya greatly.  What it could be she had no idea.  The runes lighting up
at Arya’s touch had been a gift from the gods.  The prophecy of her elders
divine.
Once she was steadied herself, Daenerys turned around to look at the Stark
princess.  The girl had visibly relaxed when she saw all of the anger had fled
from the Targaryen’s face, leaving a soft vulnerable, expression.
“I didn’t mean to bark at you, Arya.  I have been running up and down and all
around this damn castle for seems like an hour.  I was most distressed.”
“Why? I have been right here.”
Dany laughed gently, coming to stand before the young Stark girl. “That you
have Arya, that you have,” she chuckled.  She sensed she had to go slowly with
the wolf or she might bolt, judging from the way she was looking past her at
the door, longingly.
Dany had to remember that the girl, though a fierce fighter and emerging as a
passionate woman, was still innocent in so many ways.  That something had upset
her greatly.  She had to find out and put to rest her wolf’s fears and doubts. 
She loved Arya so much with every beat of her heart.
“Why did you leave me Arya? …I was upset to awake alone.” Daenerys asked Arya
softly, looking directly into her eyes.
“What do you mean?” the wolf girl answered shakily, trying to be evasive and
failing miserably.
“No more lies, Arya.”
“Lies?”
“Why did you leave me, Arya?”
“I don’t kn—“
“No more evasions, Arya.  Why did you leave me?” Dany asked, calmly moving to
stand right in front of the trembling girl.  This had to be resolved now.  “You
felt it Arya … I saw it in your eyes.”
Arya let out a quiet gasp, her face betraying her fear.
“You know what I saw Arya … say it Arya … tell me what I saw in your eyes …
what has frightened you so … what the runes showed us was something wonderful
Arya” Daenerys softly told the young woman she loved with all her heart. She
saw Arya start. 
“Something wonderful?” Arya spoke with a soft almost surprised tone.  She
looked up at Daenerys questioningly. 
The Queen was beginning to have an idea what was troubling Arya.  It pained her
greatly to know she was the cause of Arya’s pain.  She had been overwhelmed.
“Tell me what has upset you Arya.  Tell me” Daenerys softly pressed her love.
Arya begin to tremble slightly.  “The look on your face.  It frightened me
Daenerys.  I kept asking you what was wrong and you did not answer me.  I
assumed you must have seen something in the sword that told you that we could
not be.  That my love for you was doomed.”
Daenerys noticed Arya using her full name.  She really was upset.
“Did I say such to you Arya” Daenerys spoke softly still.   She saw hope and
fear warring in Arya’s face.
“You don’t have to.  I know what is to be Dany … you are to marry some great
Prince, or some Lord or some mighty Knight.  Not some plain little girl from
the North. The very gods have spoken. I can never have you Dany.” Arya
answered, broken, to the woman whose face radiated love that the Stark could
not see in her distress.
Dany looked at her with a knowing glint in her violet eyes.  “Gods, omens and
portents …” the blond Targaryen mused as she smiled softly.  “Are you telling
me that the gods tell us our destiny through these things, Arya?”
“Yes.  You are meant for another.  I know I have no right to expect your love.”
“I see.” Dany said.  She slowly walked back towards the table, keeping her eyes
locked with the Stark girl.  She did not want to risk her bolting, followed by
another long chase.
She picked up her sword and walked back to the younger girl.  She slowly pulled
the sword from her scabbard and it lit with fiery runes, causing the blade to
glow brightly.  They could both hear the sword humming as a wisp of magical
ether coiled up from the Ouroboros. Daenerys smiled at Arya.  The snakes
responded, feeling the passion between the two.
“I love you, Arya Stark.”
The girl briefly glanced at her with hope but, then shook her head ‘no’,
refusing to believe, only to have it crushed.
Dany moved in to stand just in front of Arya, showing her the love runes and
Ouroboros dancing gaily.  “You see these runes and Ouroboros dancing?”
“You know I do, Dany.”
“They are so beautiful the way they dance. Did you know that they did not
always dance? …”
“What..?  Haven’t they always danced?  What changed?”
“I received these swords a few months past my fourteenth name day.  When I
first pulled this sword out of its scabbard these ruins,” Dany pointed at the
love runes and the dancing snakes, “were as still as the rest of the ghost
runes. They were inert.”
“For four years…?”
“Yes.”
“What changed?”
“I fell in love with you, Arya … more should I say that I fully let me myself
love you … that is the day they started to dance. And when you hold the sword,
they dance because you love me just as fiercely, Arya.” the Targaryen told her
love softly.  “The same with Aegon’s sword.  Not even I rose those runes hidden
in the metal.  You did Arya.  Your love for me rose the runes out of the
metal.  The swords speak of our love.  They are not omens of ill my love.  They
are omens of our eternal love.
The sixteen year old felt tears well in her eyes, and broke down into a quiet
sob. Her entire body shook, the love she felt again burning brightly through
her eyes.  “I love you so, so much, Dany…” she husked through her sobs.
Daenerys put the sword slowly back in its scabbard and bent down while keeping
eye contact with her soon-to-be-lover.  Dany placed the sword on the floor,
then slowly rose back up before the wolf as lust began to surge though her
body,  making her loins ache.  She was already sopping wet for her intended
lover.
Arya watched, hypnotized as Dany slowly worked her hand into her trousers, the
fabric bulging as she worked her fingers slowly up and down.  The Targaryen’s
head rocked back with hedonistic pleasure as Dany let out a guttural moan,
rocking her groin into her grinding fingertips in her drenched trench.  Arya
watched as the Dragon Queen slowly pulled her fingers up and out her trousers. 
All four digits were smeared with creamy dollops of cum.  They were sopping
wet, and glistened in the soft sunlight from the window to Arya’s room. 
Arya felt her entire body set ablaze. She let out a quiet groan as she saw
clearly and without doubt the searing love from her sweet dragon.  Her fears
had been groundless.  Dany longed to love and fuck her!  Arya watched the Queen
slowly push her middle finger between her sensual lips.  Dany softly sucked her
middle finger with a quiet wet sound, gasping lewdly as her lidded eyes locked
with Arya’s.  Then slowly Dany withdrew her long finger from her mouth and pink
lips.
Dany now extended her hand to her new lover.  Arya’s nostrils flared and her
body shook with a primal desire as she caught the scent of Dany’s musk on
Dany’s hand.  Dany’s index finger traced Arya’s lips.  Arya moaned as she
flicked her tongue out and tasted her lover for the first time.  The young
wolf’s eyes began to burn with their own rising lust.  The scent inflamed her
body as she parted her lips and Dany’s sweet taste exploded on her tongue.  The
Queen subtly pushing her index finger in and out of the lips that nipped and
sucked greedily on the offered digit.  Arya’s entire being was on fire!  
Arya watched as the Targaryen slowly pulled her finger from Arya’s mouth, her
lips instinctively chasing the digit.  The hand that coaxed and teased now
slowly moved along Arya’s cheek, caressing it.  Then her palm smoothed the hair
over Arya’s ear before cupping the back of Arya’s head and bringing her head
down.  Their eyes met, and the intensity of their raw passionate need arced
like lightening between them. Their lips came together slowly as they melded
and nestled one to the other.  Two souls becoming one, as their lips sought
each other. 
Breath heavy, Dany broke their kiss for a moment.  “I’m home now, Arya” she
told her wolf.
“Where is home, Dany?” Arya asked, smiling against Dany’s lips.
“It’s wherever you are, Arya.” Dany answered huskily as she took her lover in
her arms and kissed her deeply with all of the love she had for her wolf as
their tongues met and swept over each other.  Their bodies melded one to the
other as arms and legs pulled the new lovers tight, their breaths ragged with
need as they fell onto Arya’s bed.
***** The Dragon Shall Lie With the Wolf *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: The Dragon and Wolf have finally consummated their love. I
     will be taking a cycle off.
                      The Dragon Shall Lie With the Wolf
                                        
Daenerys and Arya were on their sides kissing with the Queen gently sliding her
lips over Arya’s lips and gently nibbling on her lower lip.  The sixteen year
old was almost vibrating in Daenerys’ arms as the Queen held her lover in
loosely enfolding arms.  How good to finally say those words!  She worried
Arya’s bottom lip between her lips and gently nibbling teeth.  Arya was
whimpering like a puppy wiggling forward to get her body closer to Daenerys. 
They chuffed as they felt dragon fire flow through their veins. 
Daenerys slit her eyes open and Arya had a dreamy look on her face.  Dany ran
her right hand down and jerked on Arya’s top to get it out of her trousers. 
She ran her fingers up underneath the fabric and slowly traced her fingers up
Arya’s heated flesh.  Her fingertips made small circles on Arya’s back.  The
sweet girl jerked and moaned hard for her new lover.  Dany ran her fingers in
circles first in one direction and then the other.  Her other hand came up and
slide underneath Arya’s shirt over her stomach.  Her fingertips gliding over
heated flesh.  Her wolf juddering feeling her body stroked both on her back and
belly.
Daenerys smiled into her kiss.  She released Arya’s lip and ran her lips over
each of Arya’s lips with hers and licked them making Arya whimper again.
Daenerys pulled back slowly and Arya eyelids slowly fluttered open.  Dany’s
felt a shock run through her body seeing the pulsing fire burning in Arya’s
grey eyes.  She looked both so innocent and yet so full of lust.  Dany felt her
pussy get so wet with instant soaking heat.  Gods she was going to devour her
sweet wolf and make her wail and scream in helpless pleasure.  More juice
gushed out her cunny weeping over her perineum and down her ass crack soaking
her anus.  Feeling herself getting so sloppy wet only inflamed Daenerys passion
for Arya.
Dany started to move her face forward for another sweet kiss.  Arya surged her
head forward with the same idea.  A loud thunk occurred when foreheads rapt
together.  Dany grimaced pulling back her forehead stinging. She smiled and
moved forward again this time Arya led with her mouth and their teeth clinked
hard into each other.
Both pulled back with stinging lips and teeth.
“Oh gods I’m ruining it!” Arya wailed in rising destress and worry.
Dany ran her fingers more sensually along Arya’s back trying to calm her.  “I’m
a fucking idiot!” Arya whined in frustration and fear of running the magical
moment.
“Arya, Arya calm down sweetie!” Dany spoke softly moving into Arya to kiss her
nose.  Her hand running soothing circles on Arya’s body.  Fingertips that
promised scorching lovemaking to Arya.
“I want it to be perfect Dany!”
“It is perfect my sweet.”
“But I am ruining it!”
“No. You are not my sweet.  Why are you so anxious?”
“I am so nervous!”
“That is a good thing my love—we’re supposed to be nervous …”
“I want you so baddddd!” Arya trilled out. 
Dany smiled hearing that “Arya, It makes me feel so fucking sexy to be desired
this much.”
Arya smiled tremulously at Dany.  Dany now moved her other hand to Arya’s back
underneath Arya’s top and circling her fingertips on her back soothing her over
anxious wolf.  Arya was purring in pleasure.  Dany slowly pulled their bodies
closer.  Their body heat igniting a fire deep in their bellies.  Daenerys knew
she needed to lead the lovemaking for a while.  Her sweet Direwolf was still a
pup when it came to the carnal pursuits of women making love to each other. 
Arya a neophyte to actual lovemaking.  Dany would lead her into the sweet world
of sweet lesbian lovemaking. 
“I have a suggestion … let me lead for a while … let me love this hot sexy body
… let me make you cum so hard Arya!”
“Ummhhnnggggg!” Arya whimpered her grey eyes almost black with her blown
pupils.
“I’m going to fuck you so good Arya … I have dreamed so many nights of burying
my face in your hot wet cunt and devouring your sweet wet cunny till you
scream” Dany softly husked to her new lover.  “Let me pleasure you with all my
skills my sweet.”
“Mmmmnngggg!” whimpered again shaking all over.  She watched Dany move in and
kiss her all over her face with sweet wet lips.  Arya felt her core on fire for
her Dany.  The teenager felt her cunny pumping out hot wet slimy fuck juice
soaking her mound and running down her perineum.
“I’m going to make you mine Arya.  Totally.  I’m going to rock your word” the
Queen softly told her lover putting her deeper under her spell.  “Just relax
for now and let me fuck you my love … then it will be your turn to make me
scream … to feel your mouth sucking me off Arya.  I have dreamed of this from
the moment I first saw you in the throne room” Dany told Arya softly.
Arya moaned loudly again and her eyes rolled back into her head.  So passionate
Dany thought feeling Arya’s hot skin underneath her fingers. 
Dany gripped her love’s back and brought Arya forward again slowly.  Arya was
now plaint.  Dany kissed her love gently on the lips gently lipping them and
running her lips over Arya’s lips and then using her lips to suck and nibble as
Arya mewled and body jerked in helpless pleasure. She pulled Arya hard against
her body.  The sounds of smooching and wet kisses filled Arya’s bedroom.  Dany
moved her head back and loved the soft light in Arya’s eyes.  She moved in and
kissed Arya sweetly again. Their mouths made wet smacks and slurps as their
lips melded and sucked on sweet pouting lips.
Dany groaned hard feeling Arya’s plum nipples all swollen and bursting ripe
pressed hard into her full rounded breast.  She had one hand on Arya’s upper
back pressing her fingertips into the firm hot skin.  Her other hand ran all
over Arya’s lower back and exposed ribs.  Arya mewled and started to wallow
into Dany’s body in primal want.  Arya was pressing her body into Dany’s body
her body instinctively undulating her hips sweeping her mound against Dany’s
hip and upper thigh.  Arya’s throat cawing.
Dany kissed Arya sweetly for another few minutes enjoying the closeness and
breathing in finally up close the essence of Arya.  The Queen relished the feel
of Arya’s body pressed into hers.  Arya instinctually humping her body trying
to meet the rising need in her core and belly.  Dany longed to smell Arya’s
ripe cunt as well.  She wanted to see Arya! but controlled her rising ardor. 
She loved how Arya was instinctively grinding her muff on her thigh now with
harder sweeps of her hips.  Dany was so happy!  Arya had calmed down and was
letting Daenerys guided their lovemaking but Arya’s body and soul were
instinctively seeking the Queen’s body out.  They were truly made for each
other. 
She lowered her one hand to Arya’s lower back and the other hand left from
underneath Arya’s blouse top and reached down and gripped her lover’s firm ass
cheek and urged her on to nut on her thigh.  Dany’s fingers digging into Arya’s
taunt ass cheek.  Arya moaned into Dany’s mouth louder as she short jerked her
hips putting pressure on her muffin her body jerking in rising pleasure.
Dany needed more.  It was time to increase the heat of their lovemaking.  The
Valyrian slithered her tongue between Arya’s lips and brushed her teeth.  The
gates remained closed.  Dany smirked into the kiss hearing Arya mewl.  Dany
withdrew her tongue so she could again launch her assault against the closed
gates of Arya’s teeth.  Again Dany ran her tongue between Arya’s lips and gums
slowly sensually back and forth as the teenager began to jerk and writhe
against her.  Dany clawed aggressively into Arya’s ass urging Arya to grind her
cunt through the fabric separating their skin into the Queen’s thigh.  Dany
moved her hand up and jerked on the bindings to Arya’s trousers loosening
them.  Then her right hand snaked underneath the hem of the pants and gripped
the hot flesh of her lover’s ass.  Her fingers roughly massaging the taunt
muscular ass cheek.  Arya’s moans becoming more harsh.
Arya was moaning constantly now in a guttural way.  Dany gently chuckled as she
swiped Arya’s gums more aggressively and Arya chuffed harder.  She knew it was
time to knock the door down.  She took her tongue and aggressively pressed into
Arya’s teeth hard her tongue slipping back and forth seeking entrance into
Arya’s sweet mouth.  Dany loved the wet heat and the taking of innocence.  Dany
was about to make Arya a woman.  Her woman!
Arya finally understood.  Dany had been denied to long.  The instant Arya’s
teeth parted, Dany’s tongue surged into Arya’s mouth lunging in deep and
wrapping around Arya’s tongue squeezing.  Dany mated their tongues tight as
they flipped around in Arya’s groaning mouth wetly wrestling.  The Dany shoved
Arya’s tongue down to wetly explore Arya’s mouth.  “Ummnngggppfffff!
Mmmpphhhfffff!” Arya chuffed hard into Dany’s mouth.  Dany explored Arya’s
mouth swiping her gums, tongue and cheeks.  She enjoyed the feel of Arya’s body
hard undulating against hers.
Suddenly, Arya’s hands were in her hair.  Arya threaded her long fingers into
the queen’s blond white tresses.  Then her fingers gripped into Dany’s scalp. 
The young Direwolf pulled their mouths tight surprising the white haired
Queen.  Arya’s tongue had been passive but no more.  Their tongues now coiled
and flipped around in Arya’s mouth wetly entwined.  Dany thrilled to Arya’s
instinctive aggressive nature.  It made Dany’s core melt in burning need and
want.  Her short clothes soaked now in slimy snail snot.
Dany felt her blood catch fire feeling her wolf come alive with want and
confidence.  They kissed deeply trading spit.  Dany pulled Arya tight to her
and wetly shoved her tongue down her teenager’s lover’s throat conquering it. 
She slit her eyes open and lunged her long tongue down Arya’s throat again and
again.  Dany felt her body sing seeing Arya’s face slash and crunch up in
ecstasy.  Dany tilted her head over to meld lips as tight as possible.  Again
and again she speared her tongue down Arya’s throat.  She enjoyed seeing her
lover’s body jolt with fervid need.  Arya’s swallowed cries and mewls filled
her bedroom.  Daenerys relished the sound of her lover in her mind.  She loved
making Arya sound like a wanton slut.
“Mmmggfff uumppff ummppffff!” Arya chuffed hard into Dany’s conquering mouth. 
Dany moved her right hand from Arya’s ass cheek to ass cheek massaging the hot
globes.  The sweat building.  She glided her fingers down into Arya’s ass cleft
stroking the depths of her ass cleft.  Her fingers almost brushing the girl’s
anus.
The Queen smiled seeing Arya’s eyelids bulge and roll as her eyes rolled into
her skull and short jerked.  Arya fingers clawed into Dany’s scalp to keep
their lip lock hot and tight.  Dany finally broke for breath gasping.  Arya was
gasping too her mouth open and spit covering her chin and cheeks.  Dany moved
in again locking lips and slamming her tongue again down Arya’s throat. She was
on fire for Arya.  She had been denied for too long!  Their lips made wet
slurps, sucks and smooching noises as they kissed fervidly.
Arya’s tongue wetly pushed against and wrestled with hers.  Dany slowly pulled
her tongue back wiggling it as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth.  Dany
moaned hard when Arya’s tongue flowed into her mouth after Dany’s retreating
tongue.  The Valyrian so happy her Arya was growing in confidence and fuck
need.  Now their tongues were wetly wrestling in the Queen’s mouth.  Dany was
ecstatic feeling her wolf growing bolder.  Now Dany’s eyes rolled back when she
discovered Arya had an equally long tongue that flowed down over her tonsils
and into her throat thrusting deep.
The two young lovers snogged fiercely with dueling tongues that slip and slide
over each other.  Nostrils flared with their chuffing breaths.  They were still
on their sides but now the lovers were pressed into each other.  Their legs
skittering against each other’s legs.  Their breaths getting ragged with rising
need.  They broke for air several times panting getting breath back.  They
gazed deeply into each other’s eyes before mouths mated tight again and tongues
wetly wrestled as they shoved from mouth to mouth.  Heads tilted over now to
let noses glide against each other so mouths could try and push into their
mate’s mouth.  The deep intimate lip lock letting tongues surge deep into
groaning mouths.  Tongues exploring with wet licks and spearing thrusts down
groaning throats.
Arya’s room was warm with the hot water flowing through the pipes in the
walls.  The warm air heating up their bodies that had begun to film with
perspiration. Their clothing trapping their rising body heat.
“Oh gods baby” Dany panted when they broke for oxygen again.  “You are making
me so fucking wet!”  It was true.  Her silk short clothes were soaking wet in
her snail snot.  Her ass and pelvis soaked in her weeping fuck juice.
“Uuummggggg!” Arya whimpered hearing Dany’s heated words. 
Dany reached down and gripped Arya’s right wrist and brought the hand to her
face and kissed the fingers with locked eyes with Arya.  Dany brushed Arya’s
fingers over her face and smiled as did Arya.  Then Dany trailed the fingers
down her chest and then her stomach.  She worked Arya’s fingers underneath her
blouse top and first circled the teen’s fingers over her hard muscled stomach. 
The Queen guided the fingers up and down and in loose circles.  Then Dany
pushed the fingertips down to her lower belly.
Arya’s breath caught when she realized where Dany was taking her fingers.  She
whimpered when the fingers went underneath the waist band of Dany’s pants that
the draw strings had come loose with their rolling around.  Dany slowly worked
Arya’s fingers right and left above her mound before guiding them lower to her
soaked mound.  “Oohhhhhh!” Arya gasped when her fingertips rubbed first felt
the wet clitoral hood and then slit of her woman.  Then with Dany’s guiding her
hand, Arya rubbed up and down over Dany’s wet bald slit.
Arya looked at Dany with large eyes as Dany rubbed her fingers up and down her
cunt working Arya’s fingers into her cunny working her labia lips open.  Arya
was in heaven feeling the greasy thick lips work between her slow up and down
rubbing fingers.  The lips oily and rubbery working between her stroking
fingers.
“Feel the truth of my desires for you Arya.  Feel it in my sopping wet cunt. 
My cunt wet for you Arya.  Only for you baby.” The Queen’s face grimaced and
slashed with the sweet pleasure her wolf was giving her.  Her throat beginning
to moan softly at the sweet sensations Arya was stroking from her core.
Arya whimpered feeling her fingers soaked in Dany’s flowing fuck juice.  How
greasy her fingers felt, creamed with Dany’s slimy beautiful cunt cream Arya
thought.  Arya knew what she liked.  She started to circle Dany’s clit rubbing
into the hard nodule hidden by slimy folds.  Dany’s hips bucked into the
fingers pleasuring her so sweetly.  Arya thought with a smug remembrance how
she had seen the Queen pleasure herself so many nights while warged into
Nymeria.  She knew what the Queen liked too.  Arya enjoyed feeling Dany’s hand
guide hers as their hands rubbed the Queen’s kittie.
Dany rolled the fingers over in her drooling snatch soaking both hands with her
hot flowing twat juice.  She rubbed her clit with Arya’s fingers making it
jangle with pleasure.  Their fingertips jacking her clitoral hood sending
scalding pulses of pleasure to Dany’s brain and throbbing nipples.  Dany angled
Arya’s fingers to jam her clitoral hood harder making her gag in raw pleasure. 
Their fingers masturbating the Queen.  The Queen relaxed her grip on Arya’s
hand.  She wanted to see if Arya would take the lead now.
Her hopes were rewarded when Arya started to jerk her pussy off so fucking
good.  “Mmngggg uungggg oohhhhhh ohhhh Arya what you do to me … nnngggg
hhnngggg!” Dany whimpered feeling Arya’s fingers work her cunt lips and rub
into her clitoral hood as she gasped.  Arya teased the tip of Dany’s clit
making Dany jolt and her throat cry out in pleasure.  Then her fingers forked
Dany’s clitoral hood and jerked up and down shooting ecstasy into Dany’s clit. 
Arya was a fast learner!
The Queen wanted to slow things down for the moment.  She then drew their hands
back out.  They both looked at their fingers that were glistening with Dany’s
juices.  Dany released Arya’s hand and extended her hand to Arya’ mouth.  Arya
understood and extended her hand to Dany’s mouth.  The two women traced lips
teasing them with cum soaked fingertips.  They slowly pushed their long
glistening wet fingers into each other’s mouths.  Loud moans filled the room as
both women tasted Dany’s hot sweet pussy on the other’s hand.
Then they were kissing ravenously rolling around on the bed with legs around
legs and ankles hooked over the other’s ankles and claves.  Each woman enjoying
the taste of Dany’s on their lips.  Their arms looped around strong backs. 
They kissed deeply with battling tongues swallowing hot moans of pure passion. 
The bodies rolled first from one hip to their other hip as they kissed
ravenously.  Their bodies wrapped tight.  Perspiration now beading on foreheads
and upper lips.
Then Dany sat up pulling Arya up with her.  The two stared at each other with
pupils blown with raw wanton fuck hunger.  She gripped the bottom of Arya’s
top.  She saw Arya’s eyes flare with fear.  Dany knew now was not the time to
let Arya know she had been spying on Arya as the teenager had been on her
through her dirty warging with Nymeria.  Arya had no idea the Queen had seen
her beautiful tits and needed to feast on them with her staving mouth.  Her
many times watching Arya through the mirror in her room had given Dany an
intimate knowledge of Arya’s body.
“Dany—my breast—well you can see I’m flat cheste—“
Dany placed her index finger on Arya’s lips to quiet her.  “Ssshhhhhh my love …
you are so beautiful to me … I think your body is perfect … let me see
baby—pleaseeee!” she softly pleaded.
Arya melted raising her arms. She was still nervous.  She looked at Dany
intently as the Queen slowly pulled her top up and over her head.  Arya felt
her hair being caught and pooled in her top above her head.  The shirt went
higher the hair fighting its way free.  She felt her brown hair cascade from
the neck onto her shoulders.  She had closed her eyes with the top going over
her head.
When she opened them Arya gasped.  Dany was staring at her small breast with
her plump bursting plum like nipples so swollen they felt like they would
burst. Dany was so thankful to finally see her love’s breast up close.  They
were fucking perfect.  Arya had only a small line of breast that merged with
her pulpy nipples that jutted up almost two inches her areolas all plump and
rubbery.  Arya had a thick stubby nipple jutted out the sweet pulpy areola. 
The color of her pulpy areolas medium brown with darker nips poking up the
rubbery cones.  Her nipples were shaped like plump rounded cones so thick and
circular.  Dany felt drool run down her chin.
“My gods your tits are so fucking beautiful Arya” Dany husked her head
lowering.  Arya was trembling with frozen want.  She watched Dany lower her
face and her mouth opened to suck in her left nipple.  The pink lips of the
Valyrian slowly worked down the thick plump two inch high nipple.  Slowly Dany
sucked the plum tittie into her mouth deeper and deeper with slow sweet sucked
tight friction.  Then the nipple had been sucked deep into the Queen’s mouth. 
Dany locked her lips on Arya’s chest and sucked with a long ragged love suck. 
The long sucks repeated long and hard.  Dany’s tongue lathed the thick bulb
nipple in her mouth.
Gods Arya thought to herself.  Her own fingers had never made her nipples feel
so good!
“Oh! Unnggg hhnnggg!” Arya gasped in shocking pleasure.  Gods the pleasure
flooding Arya’s nipple nearly overwhelmed her while hard pulses arched to her
clit in a direct line of want and need.  The pulses shocked Arya with pure
fucking ecstasy.  Arya whimpered, tossing her head, as she watched Dany move
her head over to her other engorged nipple and siphoned it deep into her mouth
and wolfed sucked with cheek hollowing sucks while her tongue slithered all
over the sweet puffy nipple.  "Unh! Unh! Unh!" Arya gasped with helpless
pleasure. 
She watched Dany’s hand come up to pinch and stretch out the nipple she had
just been feasting on. The spittle letting Dany’s fingers glide over the wet
bulb she pinched and squeezed in pulp squeezes.  Her fingers squeezing in hard
on her nipple as the Valyrian pinched her fingers into Arya’s swollen bulging
nipples.  Her fingers pulling and stretching Arya’s nipples and then
compressing the engorged teats with hard squeezes.  Then Arya cried out when
she felt Dany’s lips hook underneath the edge of her bursting nipple on her
breast.  Hooked in with her lips, Dany vacuum sucked voraciously stretching out
the plump plum nipple in her mouth filling it with heat and suction friction. 
Her other nipple worked with Dany’s fingers.  Fingers that now sunk into the
rubbery wet nipple compressing and bulging the nipple out around the squeezing
fingers.
Arya’s face twisted with shocking pleasure.  Her legs scissor on the bed as her
hips jumped up helplessly feeling arcs of ecstasy shooting straight from her
nipples to her hard throbbing clit.
Dany moved her head back and forth sucking with cheek hollowing sucks hooking
her lips underneath the edge of Arya’s double bottle cap nipples and pulling
her head up as she sucked with deep fuck hunger.  "Unhh! Oh gods ... oh yes,
Dany! Oh shit ... that feels so good! Yes ... gods, I love it when you do it
hard! Unhhh!" Arya mewled in helpless pleasure her head thrashing as burning
pulses hammered out her nipples flooding her body with sweet hot ecstasy. 
Dany’s hands working the nipple not currently being sucked hot and hard.  Her
fingers pulling and squeezing on the rubbery teats.
Arya’s body jerked and writhed at the dual assault of mouth and fingers moving
back and forth between the spittle soaked nipples.  The wet suction and pulping
pinches were shocking Arya and filling her body with pleasure.  Pleasure that
rivaled her masturbatory pleasure.  The love between them making the pleasure
so much more intense!
Dany looked up loving the way her lover’s face twisted with primal need and
pleasure.  Pleasure that she was giving her sweet wolf.  Arya’s body quaked and
had sudden flips of searing ecstasy.  Her back arching to drive her nearly two
inches of nipples deeper into Dany’s hot sucking mouth.  Dany decided to up the
heat.  She looked up at Arya’s face.  She needed to see her love’s face react
more to her loving. She started to gently teeth the pulpy bulbs she sucked on
voraciously. 
She was rewarded seeing Arya’s face slash as if in agony her head snapping
forward her eyes squeezed tight shut in helpless searing pleasure.  “Aawwgggg
aaugggg uungg gods don’t stop—aarruuggg! … Hunnnggg hhnnngg
Ffffuuucckkkk—goddssdammnn that feels so fuuucckiinnggg good! … harder harder
uunnggg uunngg … harder aarrunngg uunggg hhnnggg!”
Dany complied to her woman’s needs.  She sunk her teeth deep into Arya’s pulpy
nipple and see sawed her teeth.  Arya threw her head back and cried out loudly
her face slashed with helpless pleasure.  The pain and pleasure making a heady
aphrodisiac.  She cupped the back of Dany’s head pulling her tight into her
bosom.  Dany loved hooking her lips underneath the crown of Arya’s bursting
nipples.  She sucked so hard her head lifted with the force of her deep throat
love sucks.  Her teeth biting into the pulp nipple with moderate hard force.
Dany pulled back and raised her head and hungrily brought her mouth to Arya’s
mouth and gave her a long scorching kiss. She went to move back down to Arya’s
breast again but Arya gripped her arm stopping her.  “Take your top off. I need
to see your breast Dany—plleasseeeeee!  I have dreamed of seeing them with my
own eyes.”
Dany caught the ‘with my own eyes’ remembering Arya’s warging in Nymeria to
watch her masturbate night after night.  Dany shivered at the want in Arya’s
voice.  She had dreamed endlessly of hearing this tone from Arya; the want and
the desire.  Dany loved that she had driven Arya so wild with need she did not
even catch herself letting out her not so secret. 
Dany slowly reached down and pulled her top out of her trousers and then slowly
lifted it up her body.  She smiled as the material rose up to cover her face
and she heard Arya moaning seeing her pale skin come into view.  Her skin
beaded with sweat that was dribbling down her pale flesh.  She felt the fabric
of her top catch on the bottom of the swale of her rounded tits.  Dany was a
natural tease and let the material bunch underneath her tits.  She worked the
fabric back and forth but did not pull her top up higher.
“Danyyyyyy pplleeaasseeeeeee!  Don’t tease me!” Arya whined.
Dany relented and pulled her top up her torso.
“Ooohhhh yeeeessssss! Mmmnnggg!” Arya whimpered seeing Dany’s full rounded
slightly upswept nearly C cup breast come into view.  The fabric slowly rising
up still exposing more and more of the Queen’s milky breast.  The breast lifted
up as the fabric was rolled up her upper chest.  The fabric rising up to slowly
reveal Dany’s engorged nipples and steeple areolas.  Dany’s tits flopped down
on her chest falling out her top.  Arya saw Dany’s gold dragon sized light
brown areolas and hard erect nipples that stuck out a quarter inch were on full
display.  Her areolas in their excitement were covered with little steeples
around her nipples.  Dany pulled her top off and threw it to the floor.  The
movement made her firm breasts jiggle invitingly on her chest.
Arya started to move in but Dany put out her hand on Arya’s forearm to stop
Arya who pouted cutely.  Both of their breathing elevated with sensual need. 
Their eyes devouring each other chests.  “Let’s remove the rest of our clothes
why don’t we.  They are in the way I would say.” 
The Queen reached down and gripped the waist band of her trousers and stared to
shimmy them down hers hips.  She loved watching Arya watch her with hot hungry
eyes.  Keeping her eyes on Dany, Arya jerked up to her knees.  Dany smiled
seeing Arya lean and nearly topple over in her haste.  Arya caught her
balance.  Dany had shimmied her pants down to the top of her mound.  Dany
watched Arya rip her pants down to her knees in one hard jerk her eyes staring
at Dany’s groin area with hot pulsing eyes.  Dany finished the job of pushing
her pants down to expose her mound clasped by her short cloth that was dark
with her cunt cream soaking it.
Arya had no short clothes on.  Dany’s own eyes flared with fuck hunger.  Arya’s
mound bald a beautiful sight to the young Queen.  Arya’s pussy was so swollen
and glistening with wetness.  Her mons pubis was dark pink trending very light
brown to her outer labia lips were light brown and her inner dark pink and
brownish lips blooming out her slit and a nice fat clitoral hood.  Cum was
already slavered over her mons and groin.  Arya whimpered.  “Dany pleaseeeeee! 
Get you fucking short clothes off!  I need to see your cunt baby!”
She saw Arya looking at her silk covered slit with her own hot fuck hunger. 
The fabric pressed into her wet seam in an indentation in the shimmering
darkened with cum silk.  Dany smiled at Arya and snaked her fingers under the
edge of her short clothes and ripped them down to her knees jammed into the
bed.  Arya moaned loudly seeing Dany’s cunt for the first time with her own
eyes.  Dany’s mons was nice and pink and her lips were long and dark pink with
a hint of brown on the thickest parts of her cunt lips. 
“Mmnnuuunngggg!” Dany moaned smelling Arya’s sweet cunt for the first time. 
Her musk intoxicating and nearly driving her insane with want for Arya.  Arya’s
eyes were fully blown now and her breathing ragged.  Her own senses overwhelmed
by the scent of Dany’s musk.  “Oh gods Dany you cunt smells soooooo fucking
hot—sooooo good” Arya softly husked breathing deep as she stared at Dany’s twat
while finishing removing the rest of clothes as Dany finished stripping naked.
They both remained motionless for a short minute.  Eyes traveling all over the
other.  Eyes taking in the pale body of their lover.  Their eyes feasting on
swollen pussies and breast with engorged nipples full of hot pumping blood. 
Nipples rock hard.  Arya’s nipples like overripe plums ready to burst as they
bulged over the barely there breasts.
Dany scooted over to Arya and got her to sit back down and enfolded her love in
her arms pulling her tight to her body. The Queen sitting down beside her love
and half turning her torso to face her love.  She moved in to press their
heated bodies together.  They both shivered hard feeling naked skin for the
first time.  Their arms coming up to enfold their lover and gently stroke and
caress the body of their mate.
Dany’s full breast mashing into Arya’s torso and side as her own pulpy nipples
squashed into Dany’s hard but oh so feminine body.  Dany loved looking up
slightly at Arya.  Arya cupped the back of her head pulling it back slightly so
they stared hard into each other’s irises.  Their bodies melded as heated flesh
pressed into heated flesh.  Their lips meet in sweet pressure.  Their mouths
parted and wet tongues came out to play and writhe.  Their tongues slipping and
sliding over the other as they twined between their lips.  Then their lips
locked and both tongues wrestled wetly in Arya’s mouth. 
Arya moaned hard feeling the sweet slippery tongue of her sweet Dany wetly
wrestling her tongue.  Their tongues flipping wildly in her mouth.  Then Dany’s
tongue explored the depths of Arya mouth.  Her tongue tracing the gums, tongue
and roof of Arya’s mouth making her cries chuff into Dany’s mouth.  Then Dany’s
tongue wormed underneath Arya’s tongue drilling hard.  Arya’s muffled squeals
swallowed by Dany’s mouth.
Then Dany pulled Arya hard into her body feeling the hot bulbs of Arya’s
nipples pressed hard into her firm tits.  Her tits flattened and compressed
into Arya’s body.  Her nipples digging into Arya’s nipples and chest.  They
kissed ravenously as they mewled and hitched feeling naked skin on skin.  Their
arms around each other and pulling heated bodies tight and kissed so deeply. 
Dany could feel perspiration starting to bead on their bodies and she felt it
on her upper lip and forehead as raw naked desire pumped in her veins.  Arms
pulled bodies tight.  The women’s bodies adjusting to face each other more
fully.  Their bellies wallowed and pussies found hips and thighs to mash and
jerk on.  Hot snail snot drooling out on hard muscled bodies.
Slowly Dany tilted Arya’s back and down until she had Arya on her back looking
up at her as she broke their kiss.  Dany half lying on her new lover.  At first
Dany only backed up an inch.  Spittle roped between their lips swaying.  Arya’s
eyes full of such love and desperate fuck hunger that it made Dany’s heart
pound in her chest for her love.
“I’m going to love you so good Arya … I’m going to make you scream”
“Ooohhhh yeesssssssss!” was Arya’s sibilant reply.
Dany leaned in and kissed Arya deeply again their tongues deep in Arya’s mouth
as Dany pressed into the Stark teenager and her right hand came up to trace her
fingertips up and down Arya’s body.  The Queen’s tits pressed into and dragging
over Arya’s sweaty flesh.  The friction on her nipples exquisite.  First her
fingers running along Arya’s arms and then her belly and ribs, back to her arms
and then around her huge nipples and then her upper thighs and back to her
belly.  Slowly she mapped out Arya’s body with her feathery fingertips
brushes.  All they while they kissed deeply only breaking long enough to gulp
oxygen before mouths mated tight yet again.  Tongues wetly wrestling from mouth
to mouth.
She loved how Arya’s body jolted and jerked feeling the feathery touch of her
lover tracing her firm tight body.  The feel of her nipples dragging on Arya’s
body making her chuff hotly in Arya’s mouth.  Arya humped her twat up in the
air in instinctive fuck need.  Dany moaned into Arya’s mouth smelling Arya’
rich thick cunt musk flooding the room along with her own excited scent.  Dany
so loved the smell of her own pussy and the intoxicating scent of other woman’s
cunts drove the Queen wild with the need to fuck hard and long.
But all paled compared to the sweet musk of her one true love’s sweet swollen
snatch.  Arya’s rich musk was intoxicating.  Dany was already permanently
hooked on it. She was hooked on Arya Stark.
She had stopped kissing Arya as she plied her lover with her fingertips.  Arya
was writhing on the bed moaning and cawing.  Again Dany thought how she loved
Arya’s response to her slightest touch.  Her breathing was getting ragged. 
Dany slowly traced her fingertips around and around Arya’s nipples all bursting
and so dark pink swirled with all hues of medium and darker brown. 
“You have beautiful tits Arya … my gods I going to devour them” Dany said
lowering her head and siphoning in the right bulb and wolfed sucked with cheek
hollowing deep throat love sucks.  “Uuunngggg! Unngggg! Awwoggg!” Arya cried
out with the friction and suction on her nipple.  Dany sunk her teeth deep into
the pulpy mass of Arya’s plum nipple.  She gently see sawed her teeth filling
Arya’s nipples with squirts of pain that merged with pleasure driving the girl
wild. 
After a round of sweet gnawing, Dany soothed the love tormented nipples.  The
Queen’s tongue lathing the engorged rubbery teats circling and slapping them
hard.  Dany’s hand pressed and squeezed into the other nipple she was not
orally loving and rolling her palm over the engorged bulb.  Arya’s legs scissor
on the bed with snap jerks and her heels kicked the bed as raw aching pleasure
flooded her body.  Dany kept glancing up to see her lover’s face.  A face
slashed with harsh fuck bliss.  Her head jerking up her tendons jutting out her
throat as Arya’s neck jerked up hard in spastic jerks.
Dany moved her head right and left sucking in the nipple and teething it and
sucked so hard on the nipple anchoring her lips at the base of the bulb and
pumping her head filling it with hot heat and wet tongue swipes.  Her hand
compressing and rolling the pulpy nipple not in her mouth.  The slimy salvia
letting her palm rub smoothly on the nearly two inch bulb of sweet nipple and
areola.  Dany jammed down with her palm to wetly rub and compress the thick
nipples.  Arya’s head jerking up and her face twisted with searing ecstasy
burning and pulsing out her expertly worked nipples.
“Dany pleaseeeeee!”  Arya cried out.  “My pussy my pussy pleeeaseeeeee!”
Dany thought of teasing Arya but that would be denying herself.  In a flash she
was between Arya’s legs pushing her legs out.  The Queen’s body settling down
onto the mattress.  She breathed deep her face mere inches from Arya’s wet
swollen cunt.  Her lilac eyes taking in the beauty of Arya’s pussy up close for
the first time.  The smell up close intoxicated Dany with Arya’s rich thick
musk flooding her nostrils with the heady scent of Arya’s quim.  The smell from
Arya’s wellspring so pure and intense this close.  Dany looked at the engorged
mound and wet lips all gnarled and waiting for her tongue and mouth.   She
loved the different hues of brown flowing to pink along Arya’s labia lips.  The
lips splayed out on Arya’s mound all wet and slimy.
Dany moved her head down and slowly licked up and down the gooey slit and
moaned tasting her sweet wolf for the first time.  The Valyrian dragged her
tongue slowly up and down Arya’s slit tonguing the slimy labia lips.  Her mouth
sucking lightly on the lips as she licked.  Dany moaned deep in her chest
tasting the sweet elixir of Arya’s cunt.  The taste pure and exquisite.  Arya
whimpering rotated her groin up into Dany’s mouth.  Dany wagged her head
opening up her love’s slit with her long tongue.  She teased out Arya’s inner
lips working them out to lie splayed out on Arya’s big camel toe. 
Dany lifted her head a moment to look at the sheer perfection of the center of
her woman’s essence.  A woman’s pussy the center of her womanhood.  The Queen
had never tired of looking at a woman’s pussy.  Each one a masterpiece to her
eyes.  Dany sucked in each labia lip and rolled it in her mouth and pulled on
it gently.  Arya moaned gutturally her hips jolting up in helpless pleasure. 
Finished with Arya’s lips she spit out her left rubbery pussy lip.  Dany then
licked up fast so her tongue touched Arya’s clit.  Arya’s eyes flared with her
hips jumping up cutely and a loud moan filled the room.  Arya’s face looked
like she had been branded with an white hot iron poker.  Arya’s pussy smelling
so sweet and overpowering her musk intoxicating the Queen.
Dany licked over Arya’s clitoral hood.  Her tongue slowly teasing out her
Direwolf’s clit from its sheath.  The tip all shiny pinkish white and slimy
wet.  The Queen slow licked her tongue over the throbbing nubbin.  The sweet
wet friction making Arya cry out in shocking ecstasy.  Dany drooling out
ribbons of spit to baste the hard clit and clitoral hood in her spittle.  She
siphoned in the spit only to drool it out again all over her woman’s clit.  Her
lips sucking in spit and siphoning on the clitoral hood of her slut making Arya
whinny in helpless pleasure.  The queen lifted her head spying the sweet clit
of her Direwolf.
“Unnggg hhnngg hhnngg … oohhhh Dany!  You suck pussy so fucking good! Uunggg
hhnngggg!”
Dany was in heaven as she slowly sucked in Arya’s clit deep into her mouth for
the first time.  Her eyes rolled into her skull as she suckled on paradise. 
Her tongue wetly explored the cum slicked clitoral hood.  The Queen’s pink
tongue lathing all over the slimy hood.  Dany expertly teased back the folded
labia lips more fully exposing the shiny nubbin beneath. 
Dany rocked her head to suck and lap at the nodule she had teased out its hood
with long ragged love sucks.  Dany groaned gutturally deep in her chest.  Dany
loved the feel of Arya’s clit between her lips and underneath her rasping
tongue.  Her lover’s sweet pungent taste filling her mouth and throat for the
first time.  This was heaven Dany thought as her lips suckled on the rigid clit
of her soulmate for the first time.  She jetted Arya’s hard clit in and out her
hot sucking lips.  Arya’s moans so sweet to Dany’s ears.
Arya was swirling her hips instinctively up into her mouth lifting Dany’s head
that small fraction.  Dany had her hands on her lover’s thigh and hip holding
her lover in place so she could dine on sweet wet cunt meat.  The taste so
divine in her mouth.  The Queen’s tongue drilling and slapping the hard nodule
that was Arya’s essence.  The teenager’s hands were scrabbling over the bed and
then one found her nipples and Dany saw that Arya was roughly rolling her palm
into her nipples mashing them half flat and lifting her palm and smacking down
to fill them with heat and friction.  She likes it hard and rough.  Good.  I
love my sex hot and hard.
"Ohhhnnnn gods ...ohh gods!" Arya moaned, swirling her wet quim into Dany’s
mouth.  Her face slashed hard and her teeth clenched with fierce pleasure. 
Dany sucked Arya’s clit hard in and out her lips and then locked her lips on
Arya’s clitoral hood and rolled it with her lips and tongue.  She gigged the
hard nubbin with spearing thrusts of her tongue into the clit.  "Ungghh! Oh!
Unhhh! Oh yes! … unggg Dany you ssssuucccckkkk soooo gooooodddd!"  Dany had
been short sucking with vicious sucks and now went to long ragged sucks with
slightly loose lips to add more friction.  Arya was crying out constantly in
pleasure now.  This technique had Dany’s mouth making wet slurps and smooches
on the clit meat in her mouth.  Dany working to make the noise louder and more
obscene.  The pure sounds of a woman devouring her woman’s cunt.
Arya’s hands now had her fingers pinching and rolling of her nipples with hard
squeezes.  Arya’s face twisted and clenched with the shocking pulses filling
her thick rubbery nipples and shooting straight to her clit which made her legs
scissor in spastic jerks.  The teenager’s head jerked up off the bed and
thrashed from side to side feeling such pleasure filling her drooling quim. 
Her pelvis and ass crack soaked in her cum dribbling out her love box.  Dany
loved the wetness now soaking here lower face and running down her throat.
Dany backed off on her oral feasting.  This made Arya cry out in want. She
gently lathed Arya’s snatch running her tongue up and down the creamy slit
licking up sweet cum.  Dany’s tongue plowing the wet trench licking out sweet
creamy girl cum.  She then lowered her face extending her long tongue and
slowly buried her tongue into Arya’s fiery core her face moving in till her
nose was pressed into Arya’s slit and clit.  Her mouth engulfed by Arya’s
swollen mound.  Arya’s wetness and heat divine feeling on the Queen’s mouth and
lips.
Dany groaned deep in her chest feeling Arya’s heat and her taste flooding her
taste buds. She slow tongue fucked Arya’s love box.  Dany loved the wet
slippery folds sliding up and down her tongue as she tongue fucked her love
deep.  She had started out slow but soon Dany was pounding her head up and down
spearing her tongue deep into Arya’s honey hole her tongue scooping hot dollops
of sweet cum she gulped down.  Her nose plowing and jacking into Arya’s slit
and clit driving her woman wild with pleasure.  Dany wiggled her tongue as she
speared the slippery folds and whorls of her slut’s cunt hole.
"Ohhnnnn god ...unngghhh ...oh shit!" Arya gasped.  She was up on her elbows
looking down her now sweaty torso and belly her face slashing with hard
pleasure.  She watched Dany tongue fuck her cunny hole with strong strokes of
her head.  Both of Arya’s hands now pinched and pulled her own nipples hard. 
"Ohhhnnnn ...oh shit, I’m going to cum Dany!”
The Valyrian smiled hearing her Direwolf cry out the obvious.  She could feel
the tension filling Arya’s body.  How her sweetie’s body was stiffening and her
face slashed with such harsh rising ecstasy.  The juices flowing out of Arya’s
core was heavier and creamery now.  It was time to take Arya and make her cum
so fucking hard.  Dany needed to show her woman how exquisitely skilled in bed
she was.
Dany moved her head up in a flash and sucked Arya’s clit deep into her mouth
and vacuumed sucked with harsh deep throat love sucks.  Dany wormed her hands
palm up underneath Arya’s flexing ass cheeks and her clipped nails clawed in
deep into firm taunt ass cheeks.  Dany pulled and jammed Arya’s pelvis up with
hard up jerks of her clawed fingers in Arya’s ass to grind her love’s swollen
muff into her devouring mouth. 
Arya was squealing now her head jerking forward and back a stricken look on her
face.  Dany loved helping Arya hump up into her gobbling mouth.  She felt
Arya’s cunny compress into her face as the teen’s pubic bone ground Arya’s cunt
into her mouth.  Dany slapped and gigged the diamond hard clit in her mouth. 
She looked up at Arya looking down at Dany.  Arya’s head thrashed and contorted
with ecstatic slashes and grimaces.
Suddenly Arya’s head jerked hard forward.  Her eyes squeezed tight shut.  Her
face had frozen in a slash of almost horrible pleasure.  Her features all
contorted with the dire pleasure filling her core and belly.  Pleasure ready to
explode throughout her body.  Then Arya’s head snapped back as shrieks of
almost agonizing pleasure filled her bedroom.
“AAAWWOOOOGGGGG! HHHUUUNNGGGGGGGG!” Arya screamed as her body flipped and
jackknifed violently her body flipping back onto the mattress and convulsing. 
Dany sucked with a pure deep throat love suck on her lover’s exploding clit. 
Her grip tight on Arya’s body to keep her mouth glued to Arya’s exploding
snatch.  "MMMNNGGAUUUNNNGGIIEE!" Arya cried out, now flipping and surging even
more wildly up into Dany’s mouth.  "Ohhnngggmmnngg!  Oh shit!  AUUNNGGHH!" 
Arya’s head lifted off the mattress and slammed down again and again as pure
fucking bliss throttled her with burning ecstasy.
Arya’s face looked like she had had boiling oil poured down on her head from on
high.  Her small tits jerked in their stiffness as her body bucked and
jackknifed violently.  Arya’s eyes had shocked wide open as her head thrashed. 
Dany saw a sweet loving stricken look in her love’s eyes as her tongue slapped
Arya’s clit and her lips glued to her clitoral hood.  The Queen gripping Arya’s
ass cheeks hard with clenched fingers as she pressed her head down hard to
control Arya’s groin so she could continue feasting on exploding gash.  The
Queen’s lips glued to Arya’s exploding clit.
“Uuungghhiieeeeee! Mmmnngghhhiiieeeeee! Mmmmhhhiiieeeeeeee! … uunnggg hhnnggg
oohhhhnnnnn Aaaawwwooogggggg!” Arya continued to scream as searing fucking
bliss poured out her ruptured cunt and searing her veins in ecstasy.  Dany knew
that Arya’s inner whorls and petals were clenching down hard with each orgasmic
wave crashing through her love’s body.
Dany kept her love suck on hard for the height of Arya’s orgasm.  She swore she
could feel Arya’s pulse hammering through her clit as each orgasmic wave hit
and hammered the sixteen year old so fucking hard.  Dany backed off when she
felt her lover weakening as her orgasm began to wane.  Dany now gently ran her
tongue up and down the cum filled trench of her lover’s slit and dipped her
tongue deep into Arya’s honey hole scooping out hot tongue fulls of sweet hot
creamy cum. 
The Queen could feel the dying pulses of Arya’s orgasm in her pussy as it
weakly sucked on her deep probing tongue.  A tongue that found a thick creamy
butter of hot girl cum that she was eagerly scooping out and swallowing
greedily.
She looked up Arya’s now sweat soaked belly and saw Arya’s head lulling form
side to side as she cawed and gagged in strong aftershocks. Dany watched Arya
bring her palms up and roll crush her nipples and her legs now stiffened and
her heels kicked the bed. Good Dany thought.  Arya is a greedy slut milking her
orgasm for all the pleasure she could.  Arya listened to her body and went for
every drop of pleasure possible.  Just like Dany.
After several minutes of licking and kissing Arya’s mons she softly started to
lick Arya’s clit again and was happy to see that Arya was responsive her clit
recovered.  She suckled on the slimy morsel that rapidly went rock hard again
under her loving oral ministrations. Dany lapped her head to run her tongue
over the hard clit and its hood. She bent down and gave it hard sucks before
again tongue raking with her firm tongue.
Arya was moaning deep in her chest again swirling her hips up into Dany’s mouth
grinding her sodden trim up into Dany’s hot gobbling mouth.  Her vulva
engulfing the Queen’s mouth as Dany pleasured her lover’s swollen slimy
couchie.  The smell of Arya’s excited cunt filled the room thickly with her
musk.  The smell of a woman in the throes of soul deep passion.  The teen’s
face scrunched up and her throat gagged out helpless caws of shocking
pleasure.  Each hard spasm rocking Arya’s body twisted her face into a
beautiful mosaic of sweet pleasure.
Dany was in heaven swallowing every drop of Arya’s sweet cum she could.  She
tongue raked Arya’s clit making the sixteen year old’s hips buck and shimmy
underneath her tongue.  She brought up her right hand.  She slowly ran her
fingertips over her baby’s honey hole and massaged the opening and lips around
Arya’s fuck hole.  The teen’s hips bucking harder instinctively seeking sweet
penetration like the wanton slut she was.  Dany’s fingers instantly soaked in
the slimy effluent leaking out copiously from her baby’s hot fuck hole.
Dany smiled seeing her honey’s body striving for more and more pleasure. 
Pleasure she was eager to give.  Dany brought her long fingers up to Arya’s
fuck hole her fingers aligned with the drooling fuck hole.  She slowly pushed
her first two fingers deep into her lover’s cunt.  Arya gagged and whimpered in
pure pleasure and Dany moaned hard feeling the wet heat grip down tight on her
invading fingers.  She had known that Arya’s hard physical warrior training and
avid horseback riding would have taken her hymen and she was right.
That mattered not one wit to the Queen.  She relished the hot cauldron her
fingers were now buried in. The wet slimy heat of Arya’s inner cunt petals
gripping and squeezing tight her long digits she began to slow pump her long
fingers in out the buttery cunt hole of her sweetie.  Dany moaned feeling the
oily slimy coating instantly soaking her fingers as she finger fucked her
lover’s fuck hole.  Arya’s face had been twisting and grimacing from the
pleasure from her lover.  But it now ratcheted up feeling Dany sinking her
fingers deep into her drooling honey pit.  Her face started to slash and
grimace harshly with intense pleasure filling her love hole from her Queen’s
fingers pumping in and out her hungry cunt.
Dany slowly stroked her fingers in and out the wet fiery cauldron of Arya’s
cunt.  Her fingers greasy instantly with slick cum coating the digits pumping
harder now into the wet twat.  Arya moaned sweetly “Uunnggg mmmnngggg mmnnhhh
unngg ohhhh dannnyyyyyy!”  Dany loved the hard squeezes on her deep probing
fingers from the contractions deep in Arya’s core.  Arya looked at her with hot
throbbing eyes conveying the intense pleasure being given to her by her hot
Dragon.
Dany was in heaven now ramming her fingers hard and deep up Arya’s hot twat.
She loved the feel of her knuckles ramming Arya’s vulva.  The Valyrian loved
the feel of Arya’s slimy wet cunt folds sucking and gripping her pumping
fingers.  The Queen had been watching her Direwolf’s face slash and jolt with
pleasure from her hard driving fingers now plunging deep into Arya’s belly. 
Her hard strokes making Arya cry out in ecstasy.
"Ohhhnnn ... yes yes! Aarruunngg uunggg hhhnnnn!" Arya panted now swirling her
hips to lift her pussy up into the long fingers now slam fucking her drooling
clamshell.  Her face twisted with primal fuck bliss.  "Ohhhnnnn shit yeah baby!
Pound my cunt good Dany!  Arrruuunggg hhhnnggg hhnnnn hhnnnnn pound my cunt
hole!” she gasped.  Dany smiled at her wolf expressing her naughty needs.  She
slammed her fingers even harder into Arya’s sloppy wet quim that squished and
sloshed.  "Ohh! Unngghhhhh! Ohhhnnnn! Ahhnnnnn!" Arya moaned, her pelvis
shaking, her hips churning up into Dany’s hard driving fingers as her knuckles
pounded Arya’s mons.  "Oh godddssssss!" Arya whimpered.
All the while the Queen was wolf sucking on her wolf’s rigid clit and upper
slit.  Dany lashed the hard nodule with rapid and then slow tongue licks and
gigs of Dany’s strong tongue.  The Queen alternated her sucks between quick and
fast and slow and long.  The friction intense on Arya’s clit.  Dany loved the
feel of that divine nubbin between her lips and on her tongue.
Dany slowed her finger stroke and then paused.  Arya lifted her head and looked
at Dany with a stricken look of raw need.  With a smirk Dany pulled her fingers
back till only the tips were in Arya’s hot cunny hole. Then the Queen slammed
her forearm forward and harpooned Arya’s cunt with a spearing thrust.  Her bent
knuckles pounding Arya’s mound denting in the pink mons with violent force of
her slam thrust.  Dany slammed fucked Arya with four savage strokes.  Arya
cried out in ecstasy.  Loving the rough fuck.  Dany slowed and moderately
stroked Arya’s tight sleeve and then paused again.  After the short pause Dany
harpooned stroked her fingers again slam fucking Arya’s cunt with four or five
savage strokes of pure love. 
Dany rose up to watch Arya’s body react to her to her loving ministrations. 
Dany enjoyed the feel of her fingers fucking Arya hot and hard.  Her fingers
pounding in deep up her baby’s belly.  She loved seeing the stricken look on
Arya’s features feeling her pussy pleasured by Dany’s long fingers.
The Queen was making Arya cry out in savage joy.  The pale Valyrian slowly
lowered her face back to her woman’s pussy.  She slide her lips down the tent
of Arya’s clitoral hood.  She began to suckle on the knotted clitoral hood with
steady loving sucks.  "Ungghh!" Arya groaned. "Gods yyeessssss ... suck suck it
hard Dany! Ohnn!"  Arya’s head jerked up off the bed.  Her face twisted with
primal fuck pleasure.  "Mnngg! Unh! Oh yes!" Arya gasped.  Dany smiled and
sucked hard on her baby’s clit giving it the friction and suction Arya craved. 
Arya swirled her hips up harder into the mouth making sweet love to her pussy.
 Dany sucked and tongue lashed the rock hard clit in her mouth.  The Queen
loved the feel of Arya’s clit on her tongue.  She relentlessly gigged the shiny
nodule. 
Arya lifted her head to watch Dany lap her head to rake her tongue relentlessly
over and over Arya’s rigid clit.  The flat tongue licks raking her clit
relentlessly.  The Valyrian’s eyes watched Arya intently enjoying her effect on
her woman.  Dany would move her head down to give short vicious love sucks on
Arya’s clit before lifting her head to stab and tongue rake up and over Arya’s
clitoral hood.  Her fingers twisting as she rammed them home with loving
force.  Arya whimpered and cried out in shocking roiling pleasure.  Arya’s cunt
was making wet slurps and gurgling splattering sounds now.  Dany felt Arya’s
cunt getting watery with her next approaching orgasm.
Dany wanted to see Arya’s orgasm up close.  Arya was whinnying loudly throwing
her hips up and forward to grind her clit into Dany’s mouth and thrust her cunt
into the fingers finger fucking her third knuckle deep.
Dany lifted herself up on her knees and lifted her left hand and placed it by
Arya’s head.  Dany shifted her body forward so her face was near Arya’s.  She
was snuggled close her breast pressed into Arya’s side.  Her right hand was
hammering her first two fingers into Arya’s streaming hot tight cunt with
slamming thrusts.  Dany looked down at her hand pounding Arya’s fuck hole.  Her
fingers were creamy colored slavered with Arya’s fuck batter.  Her cunt filled
with buttery cum.
“Cum on my fingers Arya … let go and cum so fucking hard on my hand Arya—cum
for me” Dany husked to her lover. She slowed her motion to a crawl and wormed
in a third finger.  She moaned feeling the tight heat on her fingers as her
fingers stretched out Arya’s quim.  The hot cauldron of Arya’s cunt soaking the
Queen’s fingers.  Dany quickly built up her rhythm slamming her fingers hard
and deep in her love’s tight sucking pussy.
Dany grunted and chuffed as she started finger banging her lover’s hot
splattering box.  Dany slammed her fingers home into Arya’s cunt that
splattered cum everywhere.  Her pounding knuckles compressing the sweaty cum
soaked vulva of her lover.  The Queen adjusting her posture to allow her really
slam fuck Arya’s slurping cunt.  Sweat was dripping off Dany’s face now and off
her tits that swirled and jerked with her hard pumping harpooning fingers
pounding in deep up Arya’s trim and knuckles slamming into the girl’s mons. 
Arya’s face had again  a stricken caste her face scrunching with soul deep
pleasure.  Her head lifted off the bed staring up at Dany with eyes squint but
staring hard into the lilac eyes of her woman.  The tendons in her neck jutted
out with the harsh up jerks of Arya’s head as her throat was taunt with
strain.  Her breathing was labored now.  Sweat poured off Arya’s face and down
her ribs with sweat pooling on her belly.
Then her head surged up as her shoulder blades lifted off the bed an inch. 
"Auuunngghh!  Hunnnggg hhnnggg uunggg! Oh gods ...Dany!  Oh gods, it's so
good.  I ...I ...yes yes ...AUUNNGGHHHH!”  Dany slammed her three fingers in
all the way into Arya’s couchie.  Dany paused a moment.  She now violently
jerked them around in Arya’s cunt that sounded like someone was splashing their
feet in a puddle of rainwater.  Dany gritted her teeth jerking her hand in a
blur back and forth. Her fingers churned deep in Arya’s cunt vibrating wildly
Arya’s inner cunt folds and whorls.  Dany loved the feel of Arya’s oily inner
cunt lips churned by her fast ripping fingers buried in Arya’s cunt. 
“Fffffuucckkkk!” Arya cried out slamming her head back down hard on the
mattress her head now lulling first right and then left her face still slashing
as if she was being garroted.
Arya’s back arched high off the bed and her fingers clawed the sheets and
pulled them up into her balled up fists.  She chuffed harshly her body rapidly
scrabbling up the ladder of shocking ecstasy. Her heels jammed into the
mattress her body shaking violently all over now.  Her eye were shocked wide
open with searing agonizing pleasure staring up at Dany with pure love.
Dany brought her thumb into play lowering it and now it too bashed Arya’s clit
right to left and back in a blur as the Queen’s fingers churned her inner cunt
petals in relentless blender motion.  Her thumb squirting the hard nubbin of
Arya’s clit first one way and then the other.  Dany glanced down to see the
rock hard nubbin being tormented by her mashing thumb.  Her eyes traveled up
Arya’s body jerking and stiffening in raw need.
Dany saw Arya’s eyes pulse as they opened wide as possible in shock with
scalding bliss.  Her head jerked up off the mattress and jerked up in the air
on her spasming neck.  Arya’s womb exploded.  “AUUNNGGHHHH! AAARRRRUUNNGGHHHH!
UUNNGGHHHIIIEEEE!” Arya screamed in raw agonizing pleasure.  Her body bucked
and flipped as Dany continued to pound hard Arya’s pussy with her churning
fingers.  Her lover’s exploding cunt gripping and squeezing Dany’s churning
fingers with vice like squeeze of soaked love.  "Ooouuugggnnhhhhh!  Ahhnnngggg
uunnnn uunnggg OOWWWWGGGGGGGG!  Mnnggeeee! Hhnngggnniieeeee!" Arya wailed,
jackknifing wildly beneath Dany as she continued to cum in a torrents of
crippling spasms. 
Dany was in heaven feeling the hard hammer blows of Arya’s orgasm making her
cunt grip and squeeze at the fingers wildly jerking around in the sloshing cunt
petals deep into Arya’s twat.  Arya’s face looked like she was being boiled in
oil it twisted and slashed so hard.  Again and again, Dany wildly jerked her
fingers savagely into her lover’s exploding twat.  “Ffuuuuucckkkkk! 
Aarruuunnggggggg! Oh oh … shit—fuckkkk! Hhhuuuuunngggggg!” Arya shrieked
feeling her womb seize up and spasm deep in her belly.
Arya shrieked and flipped like a fish out of water as stunning crippling hammer
strikes of her orgasm wrung her out.  Dany’s rammed her fingers forward and
buried them in Arya’s twat to keep Arya’s body anchored down on the bed in
place.  Arya suddenly collapsed to the bed soaked in sweat her belly that been
clenched into rippled steel was now relaxed with her harsh breathing.  Sweat
was pouring off her body.  Her head lulled to the side as she mewled feeling
strong aftershocks ripple out her ruined womb.  Her breathing hitching as
fierce aftershocks had her clit jangling mightily and her nipples throbbing
hotly with spent fucking bliss.
She looked up at Dany with a beatific smile plastered on her face as strong
aftershocks still gripped and shook her body hard.  Dany with buried her
fingers in Arya’s cunt, felt the pulses of Arya’s fading orgasm drift away. 
Dany slowly churned her fingers around in Arya’s buttery cream filled cunt hole
loving the wet slimy feeling of a cum drenched cunt.  Dany could not but help
feel so proud of her herself making her sweet Direwolf cum so fucking hard. 
The first of countless more Dany thought to herself with a smirk.
Arya weakly lifted her left hand and caressed Dany’s cheek.  “I love you.  I
love you with all my heart Dany” Arya softly spoke with solemn eyes.  Dany
pressed her cheek into the softly caressing fingers.  The love she felt for
Arya radiated hotly like the sun in her body.  Her soul was even more in love
with Arya if that was possible.
“Ohhh Arya I love you so much too.  I have waited my whole life for you to come
into it.”  Arya hiccupped and shed a tear.  Dany slowly removed her fingers
from Arya’s worn out quim and brought her hand up as she settled down half on
Ayra.  She brought her cum soaked fingers up between them.  The two new lovers
looked at the digits smeared thickly with creamy buttery cum.  The feeling
slimy on Dany’s fingers.  It felt like heaven to the Valyrian.
“I want you to su—auuannggggg!” Dany moaned hard with Arya not waiting to be
told to suck the cum soaked fingers of her Queen  Arya’s hand came up to grip
the Queen’s wrist and draw her hand down to her lips.  Her head came up off the
mattress and her lips parted to slide Dany’s cum soaked fingers  into her
mouth.  “Mmnnngggg mmmmhhhh mmmnngggg!” Arya moaned sucking her own cum off
Dany’s fingers with slow sensual pumps of her head.  All the while looking
heatedly into her lover’s eyes.  “Oh Arya you are so fucking hot.  I love you
baby.”
Arya smiled lewdly around the fingers she sucked up and down her tongue.  Dany
settled more into Arya and played with Arya’s sweaty hair pushing it back off
her forehead.  She kissed Arya on her forehead and cheeks loving to see her
lover slurp on her fingers like the pure slut she had always known Arya to be. 
Her dirty warging had proven that.
Arya pulled Dany’s fingers from her mouth.  Arya looked up at Dany with pure
love.  “I love the taste of my own cunt so much Dany.  I am total slut for you
Dany” Arya softly husked up to her Queen and mate.  Arya’s hand then moved up
and threaded her fingers into Dany’s sweaty lank hair and pulled the Queen’s
mouth to hers and melded their lips.  They kissed sweetly for a minute as Arya
having learned her lessons well nibbled and sucked on Dany’s lips.  Arya pulled
on the sensual lips of her woman pulling and rolling them between her lips. 
Her tongue tracing the bee stung lips of Daenerys Targaryen.  The sweet
sensations made the Targaryen mewl in pleasure.
Then Dany squealed with Arya suddenly moving her hands down and gripping the
Queen’s body and rolling her onto her back.  The teenager straddling her
Queen’s body supporting her weight on her knees and elbows.  She looked down at
the woman she loved with all her heart.  Their bodies resting gently against
each other.  Arya reveling in feeling Dany’s breast pushed into her plumb
nipples.  The fell of their sweaty bellies lightly brushing and wallowing
against each other.  Arya’s wet mound resting on Dany’s lower belly just above
her mound.  Arya’s wetness slicking the skin of the Queen.
“It is time I now get to have some sweet gash Dany.  I want—no—I need to feel
you cum hard in my mouth.  I have dreamed of you since that first report of the
Dragon rising in the East.  I have always loved everything about your House
Dany.  Now I love you.  Totally.  Completely.”
“Huungggg mmmnngggg!” Dany whimpered looking up with her lilac eyes into the
steel grey of Arya’s showing her complete giving of her body, mind and soul to
her Stark lover.  Arya’s words were like the fabled words of her long lost
first brother.  In the heart of Arya Stark beat the heart of a poet.
Arya lowered her face and started giving feathery kisses to Dany all over her
face.  The light kisses had the Queen wiggling her ass into the bed in
pleasure.  She reached up to grip Arya’s head but Arya gripped Dany’s hand and
put it back on the bed.
“I’m in control now sweet dragon.  It is the wolf’s turn to make her dragon
wail in pleasure … uuuhhhh that is alright isn’t it?”
Dany beamed up at Arya “Devour me any way you want Arya.  I surrender my all to
you” Dany spoke softly letting her eyes speak the truth of her submitting to
Arya.  “Making love is about giving but also about taking Arya.  I submit to
you.  Ravish me.”  The Queen took Arya’s hand and moved it down to her groin
and ran Arya’s fingers up and down her drooling slit.  Arya feeling the wet
heat of her lover copiously soaking her hand and her lover’s cunt mound.
“Feel the truth of my desire in my wetness for you Arya Stark!” Dany softly
husked.
“Uunnggrrrrr!” Arya growled lowering her head and now locking lips with Dany. 
Her tongue licked and her lips worked Dany’s sweet sensual lips in turn making
Dany mewl and her legs scissor on the bed. Then Arya aggressively swiped her
tongue along Dany’s teeth and leapt her tongue deep into Dany’s mouth the
instant Dany parted her teeth for her lover.
Arya moaned hard into Dany’s mouth when she speared her tongue in deep and
found Dany’s tongue and they wrapped around each other flipping around in
Dany’s mouth aggressively.  Arya pressed her body down into Dany’s as they
kissed heatedly.  She groaned feeling her engorged nipples pressed into Dany’s
ribs and tits.  She pulled Dany up into her body seeking more delicious skin
contact.  Arya loved the feel of their tits mashed into each other’s bodies. 
Their tongues flipping and rolling around in Dany’s mouth.  The wet slippery
heat of their mated tongues filled Arya with fire for her Dragon.
Arya settled more of her weight down onto the Queen’s body jamming her engorged
bulb nipples into Dany’s breast and now mashing their bellies together.  Arya
swirled her cunt all over Dany’s lower belly just above her mound.  Their
sweaty slicked flesh easily slipping and sliding against each other.
Arya worked her arms underneath her woman’s upper back and looped them up to
grip Dany’s trapezes.  Arya dug her fingers into the muscled area between the
Valyrian’s neck and end of Dany’s shoulders.  Arya pulled Dany up into her down
pressing body to wallow and hump their bodies tighter.  All the while Arya
kissed her slut in heated love. 
Now bellies slapped into each other as they began to hump in instinctual love. 
Their mounds now finding each other directly and rubbing up and down in sweet
trib rocking sweeps of their hips.  Both women worked their bodies to more
perfectly align their drooling quims to let their camel toes hump and jam over
their mate in rising desperate need.  Arya settling down between Dany’s spread
legs.  The position allowing the young Stark girl to hump her pussy over her
Queen’s drooling clamshell.
Arya wetly wrestled Dany’s tongue and jammed it down and rammed her long tongue
down her woman’s throat.  “Mmmggpfff mmppffff uummpppfffff!” Dany gag chuffed
into Arya’s devouring mouth.  Arya slit her eyes open and smiled seeing Dany’s
eyelids jerking her eyes rolling in her skull.  She reveled in feeling Dany’s
body spasming beneath hers as she supported her weight just enough to not put
too much weight on her small boned lover.  The Queen spreading her legs fully
exposing her charms to so as to let her wolf take her fully.  Dany’s submission
to her made Arya feel so sexy and powerful. 
They kissed heatedly with Arya now pulling her hands from underneath Dany.  The
two women had gotten their rut humping in sync.  Arya ran her hands up and down
Dany’s ribs and along the sides of Dany’s back with her fingers enjoying he
skin contact pulling her lover up harder into her body.  Her fingers massaging
the firm muscles.  She loved how Dany’s full tits mashed all over her engorged
bulbs smothering them.  Her nipples digging into Dany’s full nearly C cup
tits.  She kissed down Dany’s face and licked and nibbled on Dany’s ear making
Dany whimper before she started to lick and nip the Queen’s throat.
All the while the two horny lovers gripped each other. The Queen had looped her
arms over Arya’s muscled back and pulled her woman down harder into her
submissive supine body.  She humped up with her hips to roll and drag her
aching drooling cunny up and over Arya’s down riding humping cunt.  Their
pussies flowing out snail snot letting mounds easily slide and jam over its
mate. The two cunts basted in mingled flowing twat juice.
Dany was moaning like a Lysian whore turning Arya on no end.  She nipped Dany’s
throat and loved how the woman jammed her wet camel toe up into her wet humping
cunt.  Their humping becoming more desperate.  Muscled stomachs flexing so both
women could lift and grind sodden cunts over their mates.  Their groins
swirling in harder tight circles grinding cunnies over each.  Arya now slamming
her twat down into Dany’s twat and grinding down hard so her pussy worked up
over the full length of Dany’s pussy grinding up over her clit and her lower
groin.  Then swirling her hips up and back instinctively to again surge forward
and down to slam cunts into each other and once again sweep up Dany’s sloppy
wet cunt.  Arya loved the heat and wetness and how sticky their skin was
getting as stomachs wallowed and jerked over the other.
She really wanted to mark Dany as her slut.  She had dreamed of it—thinking of
Dany submitting to her … being her complete slut in her bed … Queen out of it
and whore in their bed Arya thought hotly.  Arya would gladly be Dany’s love
slut giving Dany every orifice she may desire freely and often.  She wanted the
same offered in return.
Arya nibbled on Dany’s throat afraid to mark her with her mouth but needing to
so bad!  She lifted her head slightly from Dany’s throat with her face still
just above Dany’s neck.  “Dany I want to mark you as my bitch.  Is that right
to—“
She felt Dany’s hand worm into her hair and claw in.  Dany clenched and jerked
Arya’s head to still her speech.  She lifted Arya’s head to make hot eye
contact with her teen lover.
“I love you Arya … in our bed the dragon will lie with the wolf and submit to
her desires and needs … take me Arya … I am yours.  I want—no—I need you to
mark me as your bitch.”  The Queen’s purple eyes pulsed with hot throbbing
need.  Her face sheened and now streaked with dribbles of sweat.
Arya felt fire surge through her veins with raw desire to take what was hers. 
She felt the Direwolf of her House’s heritage howl in her soul in power and
lust.  She loved the wanton whorish look in Dany’s hot throbbing eyes.  Yes! 
She did want to submit to Arya!  Arya felt elation running hot through her
veins.
Arya was on fire and need.  She would not be gentle marking her dragon as her
slut.  She growled moving her head down the short distance to Dany’s throat and
locked her mouth on Dany’s throat and sucked a mouthful of sweet tender throat
flesh deep into her mouth and viciously see-sawed her teeth on the pale flesh
marking Dany as her slut.  The tender flesh cruelly bruised and crushed between
grinding teeth.
“UUNNGGHHHIIEEEEE! FFFFUUCCCKKKKK! Yes yes oh gods yeeesssssssss!” the Queen
shrieked as raw pleasure hammered her near senseless with pleasure.  Her body
spasm rigid in raw honeyfire sweeping through  her veins scalding her in primal
fuck bliss.  Arya now lathed the bruised flesh with her tongue.  Dany mewled
with pleasure.  “Ooohhh Arya I love you so much … I give myself to you totally
baby!” she softly whimpered.
Arya’s earlier awkwardness was gone.  She smiled as she brought their mouths
together again and slithered her tongue deep into Dany’s mouth and their
tongues again wetly slithered and dueled deep in Dany’s mouth.  She stroked her
dragon’s cheeks, gums and teeth while her lover whimpered and wallowed her
naked body down into Arya’s strong warrior body.  Their tits mashed with Arya’s
plum nipples digging and jamming down into Dany’s firm breast filling both tits
with hot pulses of pleasure.
Arya was lifting her hips higher getting into the fuck rut.  She had
established a hard thrusting groove jamming her trim into and over Dany’s
swollen runny cunt.  The Queen mewling as Arya rode her like the total slut she
was.  Her fingers grasping Arya’s back with her clipped nails digging into and
dragging over Arya’s back.  Arya feeling those nails raking her back had Arya
in a frenzy now jamming her pussy down into her sweet fucking slut.  Arya felt
fire in her veins as she took her Dragon.  Sweat dripped off her face and down
off her back and along her ribs to drip off onto Dany and the bed.
“I am your Direwolf, Daenerys Tragaryen” she softly husked down to Dany.  Dany
looked up at her with her lilac orbs pulsing with hot passion.  “I will feast
on your body … I will consume you and take what I need and deserve” Arya husked
down to her lover.
“Uummmgggggg!” Dany whimpered.  “Yes baby yes! I need you to take me … no one
has had the strength and passion to tame me … only you Arya only you can truly
claim the dragon only you!”
Arya was in the rut now.  She could hear her pussy hitting Dany’s slurping
trim.  Each jamming thrust hitting Dany’s now sloshing trim rising up to
orgasm.  Arya feeling her woman’s cunt flood with fuck juice inspired Arya to
lift her hips higher and slam down harder with her groin pounding her snatch
into and over Dany’s swollen cum slavered cunt. 
She felt Dany’s legs come up to clasp her hips while the Queen’s head lifted
from the bed and jammed her forehead into the crook of Arya’s neck.  The Queen
held her body close to Arya as the teenager slammed her cunt down into and over
the Queen’s now wildly spasm cunt.  "Oh gods, yes yeesssssss unngg hhnngggg!
Ohnngg gods ... yessss!" Dany gurgled her body shuddering and jolting as
ecstasy multiplied deep in her belly and now clenching her watery spasming fuck
hole.  “Huunnggg uunggg uuhhnn—ooohhhhh fuuuucckk! Aarrnnggg oohhh shit yeah! 
Fuck me baby fuck me!” Dany chuffed to her lover.
Arya slammed fucked Dany with her snatch hard as she arched her body to more
forcefully pound her pussy into Dany’s.  Dany’s head kept jamming Arya’s neck. 
Arya felt Dany pulling her body closer to hers.  The Queen’s body constantly
jerking and spasming beneath Arya now.  Dany locked her ankles over Arya’s back
her legs kicking as she both opened her pussy to Arya’s down slamming cunt and
lifting her sodden trim up to Arya’s hard tribbing couchie.
Dany was chuffing hard now her face jamming the crook of Arya’s neck.
Arya gripped the back of Dany’s head threading her fingers into Dany’s long
white locks.  She jerked Dany’s head back from her neck with a sharp back
jerk.  Dany’s eyes were wide at the show of dominance.  Arya needed to see her
woman’s face when she made her cum hard.  Arya was swirling her hips up and
back and then jerking down and forward with tight swirls of her hips.  Their
cunts slamming into each other with Arya’s trim riding over and grinding Dany’s
sodden cunt with hard crushing sweeps of Arya’s cunt down into Dany’s cunt.
Arya watched Dany’s head jerk in her tight grip in Dany’s hair.  The Queen’s
face jerking and her eyes open but unseeing as her body skyrocketed up the
slopes of orgasm.  The Queen’s face froze up and then her face shattered as her
womb exploded deep in her belly.
“AAARRGGGHHHHHAAAAAA! AAARRUUUUNNGGGGGGG! UUNNGGGGNNNNNNNN!” the white haired
queen screamed her cries of pure joy and love filling the room.  Her body
flipped and jackknifed violently up into Arya’s down pressing humping body. 
Dany’s face slashing as her eyes half rolled back and her eyelids fluttered
softly.  Her hands gripping Arya’s back with clawed fingers spastically.  The
Queen’s body slapping up into Arya’s down surging body.  The two young women
surged and pressed into each other as they fucked sweetly with intense surging
bodies into each other.  “Anngghiiiiieee! Anngghiiiiieee! Mmmnnnggiiieeeeee!"
Dany shrieked out over and over in shattering bliss.  Her orgasm finally
started to abet. 
Arya reveled in seeing her woman cum so hard from her loving ministrations. 
Dany’s eyes were unfocused and her breathing ragged and deep.  Sweat dripped
off Dany’s features as her throat cawed out soft mewls.  Arya stilled her hips
and rested her swollen puss down into Dany’s wet swollen trim and let her
pussies baste in sweet fuck juice.  Arya looked down at the Queen stunned from
her womb rending orgasm.
“Oohhhhhh Arya … so good so fucking good baby … unngggggg hhuunnggg …
yessssssssss—aauuggggg!” Dany gurgled as strong aftershocks gripped and shook
her sweaty body.
Arya smiled down at Dany.  This was but the start Arya thought to herself.  She
bent her head down and found Dany’s mouth and kissed her slut deeply.  Dany
chuffed into her mouth.  For several minutes they kissed with languid tongues
wrestling from mouth to mouth.  Arya loved the feel of Dany’s sweaty body all
pressed against her body beneath her.
Arya needed more.  “I am going to suck you off now Dany” she softly husked down
to Dany.  “I need to have you come in my mouth Dany” Arya softly told her
woman.
“Ooooohhhhhhhhh!” Dany mewled.
Arya smiled and moved her body down.  Her pussy missed its intimate kiss with
Dany’s pussy but she had work to do Arya thought to herself with a smirk. 
Arya’s hands now roughly throttled Dany’s tits and moved her head down.  She
gave long sucks on the rigid stubby thick nipples.  The teen moving her head
right and left sucking voraciously on sweet rigid nips.  Her lips gliding over
the steeples of Dany’s areolas.  Arya’s head pulled up with her vacuum suck
tenting her slut’s areolas with her loving sucks.  She tented Dany’s areolas
making her keen her face twisted in primal fucking pleasure.  Her nipples
pulsing arcs straight to her rigid throbbing clit.  A clit recovered and hungry
for more pleasure.  Dany whimpered as she humped her wet cunt into Arya’s lower
stomach sliming it with love snot.
Dany jammed her swollen camel toe urgently into Arya’s muscled stomach.  Arya
felt her eyelids flutter with both ramming her tongue down Dany’s throat with
spearing thrusts of her tongue and feeling Dany’s cunt sliming her stomach with
hot pussy juice that was soaking her belly in flowing cum.  She could feel
their bellies sticking together with Dany’s cum.
Arya stretched out to kiss Dany deeply for another minute as the Queen mewled
and moaned.  Arya pulled her tongue out of Dany’s mouth and kissed up her cheek
to Dany’s ear and sucked in an earlobe and nibbled on it.  She felt Dany jam
her cunt harder into her stomach and swish it around.  Arya felt more cum soak
her belly.  Arya breathed into Dany ear with hot air. 
“Uummnnggg!” Dany cried out in pleasure.  Arya drilled her tongue into Dany’s
ear and tongue fucked her ear softly.  Dany started crying out and wallowing
all over Arya.  Arya encased her love in her strong arms holding her wiggling
lover close.  Arya breathed in her ear again and then nibbled her earlobe
before tongue fucking her ear again.  She loved the constant mewling and
humping from Dany nutting on her stomach. GodsArya thought to herself.  Dany is
such a slut!
Arya kissed down Dany’s throat again and licked it sensually before lipping it.
Dany humped harder still into her stomach telling Arya what to do. 
“OOOWWWGGGGGG!” Dany screamed with Arya again sucking her throat into her mouth
and rolling her tender throat through her gnawing teeth.  Dany spasm and moaned
so deep in her chest.  Arya kissed all over Dany’s gasping throat loving the
spasms underneath her lips.  She kissed up Dany’s throat and over her chin to
again mated mouths tight.  Tongues finding each other and wetly wrestling in
hot love. 
Arya was ready to taste paradise.  She started to slowly scoot down Dany’s body
to get her mouth over Dany’s full firm breast again.  She now gripped the warm
globes and with her hands and gently shook them drooling.
“Oh gods Dany you boobs are so fucking huge!”
Daenerys grinned great big at her.  “You think so.”
“Hell yeah!”
“Well show me then wolf—auuugggg uunngg mmmmmmmm!” Dany purred feeling Arya
suck in her right nipple between her lips and starting to wolf suck as her
tongue swiped the nipple stuffed into her mouth.  Arya purred finally feasting
on what she had fantasied about when rumors first surfaced of the Dragon rising
from the deserts of the Red Waste five years.  She sucked with feverish sucks
and fast tongue licks and stabs of steeple areolas and rock hard nipples.
To finally be making love to Dany was heavenly.  Arya sucked fiercely on Dany’s
nipple with long hard sucks before she moved her head over and swallowed the
nipple of the other breast. She had her legs and arms outside of Dany’s body
with her lover beneath her.  Arya making sure to keep pressing her weight down
onto Dany to mash her into the bed with her weight without crushing her
slighter lover.  She slip and slide their sweaty bodies over each other
enjoying the wet friction.  Arya really was in heaven devouring her dragon who
tasted so sweet in her mouth. She pulled her head back stretching out Dany’s
breast with her hard love sucks.  Dany’s hand gripped Arya’s shoulders as her
body writhed in pleasure.
"Unnhhh ... ohnnnn!" Dany moaned her face twisted with harsh pleasure.  Her
head thrashed from side to side as raw aching pleasure filled her breast with
fire.  The pleasure so intense it felt like her tits were on fire with
honeyfire! "Yes! Ungghhh! Gods ... yes, suck it hard! Ungghhh!"  Arya smiled
around the teat in her mouth.  Her hands gripping Dany’s tits harder and
jerking them with her throttling grip.  Her mouth making wet slurps and suck
noises as she feasted on swollen nipples and steeple areolas.
Arya moved back and forth sucking thirstily on engorged light brown nipples.
Dany cried out in helpless pleasure.  Cries that were covered by Arya’s mouth
when she moved up to fiercely kiss Dany again.  Dany mewled and opened her
mouth wide to let Arya’s tongue surge deep into her mouth and down her throat. 
Arya slammed her tongue repeatedly down her lover’s throat.  She moaned feeling
Dany enfold her in her arms and thighs coming up to clasp her hips as her hands
threaded in Arya’s hair and clawed her scalp.
Her mouth moved from Dany’s mouth and her lips.  Her lips found the thin almost
invisible scar that ran from Dany’s hairline down to her jaw.  It was like a
birthmark. She murmured kissing down the line of that long scar.  She murmured
how it added to the allure of Dany’s natural beauty.  She licked it gently with
her tongue tip the full length of the scar making Dany shudder in pleasure. 
Then Arya was back at Dany’s mouth and locked their lips tight again kissing
her love ravenously as they both groaned around their tongues flipping wildly
in Dany’s mouth in a serpentine dance of love.  Arya had settled down so their
bellies wallowed hard.  Their bodies jerking and sliding with the sweat
lubricating skin and allowing sweet skin to slide along skin creating sweet hot
friction.
Arya was intoxicated with how Dany only held onto her head and did not try to
control her.  The message was clear:  I submit my body willingly to you Arya. 
Arya excitedly kissed down Daenerys throat and then along her collarbones and
up to her shoulders and down her chest to the slopes of Dany’s breast.  The
Queen chuffing.  The Arya kissed up the slopes of Dany’s firm breast with soft
kisses and little licks.
“Oohhhh hhhnggg hhngggg—Arya suck my nipples please suck my nipples!
Ooogggggggg!” she cried out feeling Arya siphon a nipple deep into her mouth
and pump her head to suck fiercely on the turgid nipple.  Her tongue swiping
and stabbing the pebbled areola and rigid nipple.  Arya glanced up and saw that
Dany had her neck cantered up looking down at her with pleading eyes.  The
purple in her irises throbbing with sexual need. She lifted her head and surged
up kiss Dany hungrily again as Dany melted underneath her again clasping Arya
to her own writhing body.
They snogged deeply for a long time.  Arya wetly wrestling Dany’s tongue and
swiping the roof of her mouth and drilling underneath the Queen’s tongue
exploring her mouth fully.  “Mmggppfff! Uumppffff! Mmpppfff!” Dany cried out
into the mouth devouring hers with ravenous fuck hunger.  Arya broke their kiss
and brought her head back slightly and smiled seeing spit roped between their
lips swaying as they looked deeply at each other.
Arya was ravenous for Dany’s sweet cunt. “I’m going to suck you off now Dany. 
I’m going to make you scream!  You find I am a very fast learner … I love you
so much!”
“Ohhhh yeesssssssss!” Arya saw tears track from Dany’s eyes.  “How I have
dreamed of hearing you say those words to me Arya … say them again.
“I love you Dany … I always have”
“Then show me … show me your love for me like only women can … I give you my
body and I give you my soul.”
Dany simple declaration of such pure love made the breath catch in Arya’s
throat and tears run from her eyes.  With locked eyes Dany reached up and
gripped Arya’s shoulders and with feathery pressure pushed down urging Arya
south to her love aching cunt.  Arya gave Dany her most brilliant smile.  Her
steel grey eyes pulsing with promises of raw passionate lovemaking. 
Arya was intoxicated with how easily Dany had acceded full control to her. She
was only suggesting with her feathery pushes on Arya’s shoulders.   “Arya
pleaseeee eat my pussyyy!” she whimpered.  Her head was up again her eyes
pulsing with aching need.  “I need your mouth on my cunt baby—I need to feel
you sucking me off Arya!  I need to cum again so bad” she pleaded in a soft
urgent voice.
Arya smiled great big feeling like Nymeria!  She was about to devour Dany. 
Dany her fucking slut!  She slowly kissed down Dany’s body.  She kissed and
nipped the perfect pale flesh.  The small scars she found here and there only
adding to the allure that was Daenerys Targaryen.  She sucked in sweet pale
flesh and siphoned sucked the sweaty slicked firm flesh leaving little red love
bites as she slowly worked down the firm muscled belly of her Queen.  Instead
of complying to Dany’s immediate wishes Arya detoured to the ribcage line of
Dany’s torso and kissed along it and nipped leaving more read love bites.  Then
she kissed up Dany’s ribs to get to her quivering sweat soaked tits.
She was a Direwolf.  She decide when she would pleasure her Dragon’s core she
thought mischievously. 
She slowly kissed up each slope of Dany’s perfect breast and gave each
beautiful nipple more hot hard sucks and tongue lashings.  Her tongue circling
the steeple areolas again and again enjoying the feel of them underneath her
slithering tongue.  Her head lifted high tenting out sweet tit meat and
siphoned on engorged teats.  Arya then kissed around the perfect splayed out
globes and sucked in the hot breast flesh and nipped leaving red marks on both
breast of the Queen. 
Dany was writhing in need while Arya nipped back up to the engorged nipples of
her lover and thirstily sucked on the stiff rubbery teats while her hands
pulped squeezed Dany’s tits throttling her tits that flared dark pink with the
throttling squeezes as Arya long sucked back and forth between the rubbery
nipples.  Her hands moving up at times to pinch the nipples not being sucked. 
Squeezes that pulped nipples she jerked up hard to tent Dany’s areolas as the
Queen cried out in helpless fiery pleasure.  Her face twisted and slashed with
such great pulses of searing pleasure pulsing hotly in her tits.
“Mmnnggg mmmnngg Annhh! Oh!" Dany cried out her head thrashing in helpless
pleasure "Gods, yes!" she growled hoarsely. "Ungghh ...oh!” her head lifting
off the mattress and thudding down as pleasure made her neck weak.  Arya
continued to throttle the sweet full firm breasts the nipples flaring out
Arya’s hands that cruelly gripped and jerked the Queen’s tits stuffing nipples
deep into her mouth.
Arya feasted on succulent breast flesh for another minute moving her head right
and left siphoning in a turgid nipple and wolf sucking like the Direwolf she
was.  She feasted as Dany cawed and whinnied.
“Arya plleasseeee! Ppplleeasseeee baby!” Dany cawed again pushing on her
shoulders.  Not commanding but pleading.
Arya smirked around the nipple she as sucking on so feverishly.  Arya released
her love suck on Dany’s left nipple and started to kiss down the curved slope
of Dany’s beast and then kissed along her sternum and then down to the top of
her slut’s flat stomach.
“Aaiiiinngggyyyeeeesssss!” Dany whinnied feeling Arya give her stomach a hard
love nip and leaving a red mark on her pale flesh.
“Your mine Daenerys Targaryen.  No other person shall touch you from this day
hence forth—only me!” Arya softly declared. 
“Yeesssssssss!” was Dany’s sibilant reply.  Arya smiled feeling Dany’s heels
dragging around on the sheets as her legs scissor.  “Only you my sweet wolf …
only the wolf can lie with the dragon.”
Arya smiled as she continued to kiss around on Dany’s stomach as she wiggled
back on her elbows and knees to work her face toward paradise.  She left more
red marks on her lover’s belly and then her groin as she slowly worked south. 
Then she moved back up to tease Dany who pleaded and mewled sweetly for Arya. 
Their musk had filled her bedroom with their arousal all mingled and
intoxicating. 
Arya breathed deep as she kissed up to Dany’s belly button and licked the cute
innie and then drilled it making Dany whoop with hip lurches of raw pleasure. 
Arya began to lick Dany’s lower belly and give it little love nips making
Daenerys’ hips jack up in helpless pleasure.  Arya kissed, licked and nipped
pale succulent pale perfect skin. 
Her Dany was perfection giving flesh she thought to herself as she kissed back
to Dany’s belly button and tongued it passionately.  Arya was breathing in deep
taking in the scent of Dany’s festering wet cunt.  Dany whooped feeling Arya
drill her belly button with hard stabs and twisting tongue motions.  Arya loved
how the hot pungent musk made her lightheaded with love and need. Gods Dany
smelled sooooo fucking gooddddd! Arya thought to herself intoxicated by Dany’s
hot wet musk.  The scent so heavenly in her nostrils and deep in her lungs.
“Aryaaaa pleassseeeee! Baby stop teasing me!  Eat my cunt baby!  Baby please
eat my hot wet cunt!”  Dany now desperately humping her pussy up begging to be
devoured by her Direwolf.  The wet heat sliming Arya’s throat and upper chest
so sweetly as Arya still teased Dany’s belly button and belly beneath. 
Dany had said the magic words at the proper time.  Arya’s confidence was
flaring supreme now.  Arya had Margaery’s advice, Dany’s sweet perfect
lovemaking and with all her naughty warging she had observed women fucking
through Nymeria’s eyes.  She felt so full of confidence now.  Her early
awkwardness a long ago fleeting thing.  She was soaring with confidence that
Dany filled her with.  I am so in love with this woman!
In a flash Arya scooted back to settle between Dany’s legs. Her swollen nipples
mashed into the mattress.  Arya stared at what she had desired for so many
years even if it had started as mere fantasy.  She loved the fact that Dany
shaved her pussy and she had started to shave hers since the first night Arya
had warged into Nymeria to spy on Dany and her masturbation.  She had become
addicted to the sight of Dany’s bald puss and the baby smooth look.  Arya had
become addicted to the soft feel of her own vulva shorn of any hair.  The
smoothness around her asshole when she rubbed around her starfish and then
fucked her asshole hard. 
She knew eventually she would need to come clean to Dany.  That she would need
to confess her “dirty warging” but that could wait into the future.  Now was
not the time to mention spying through one’s wolf to the woman you love with
all your breath and heart.  She stared at Dany’s lovely cunt all swollen and
wet.  Her pussy swollen and dark pink bordering on red on her mons.  Her
lover’s labia lips all dark pink with hues of brown mixed in and jutting out
her slit and her clitoral hood sheathed in folds of her inner lips.
Arya breathed deep looking up at Dany. She was on her elbows again looking down
at her with those gods beautiful violet eyes staring down at her intently.  She
was breathing in sharp shallow breaths.  She had sweat running down her body
and face.  Dany watched Arya breath in deep and smiled seeing Arya shudder in
primal want.
“Oh gods Dany!  You cunt smells soooo fucking good baby!” She breathed deep
again drunk on Dany’s rich thick musk. She lowered her head extending her
tongue.  Her eyes feasting on the cum soaked mound of her woman.  Dany swirling
her hips up lewdly inviting Arya to bury her face in her wet drooling quim.
Arya finished lowering her face to Dany’s drooling slit and licked up the
groove worming her tongue along the juiced filled seam.  “Mmmngggggg!” Arya
moaned at her first taste of Dany.  Her body shuddered in raw lust and love
tasting the essence of Dany for the first time.  The wet slimy heat was so
sweet on her extended tongue. 
She licked slowly up and down Dany’s dripping snatch savoring her first
ethereal sip of Dany’s ambrosia.  Arya using slow flat tongue licks to savor
the feel of Dany’s labia lips she worked to splay out on her mound to open
Dany’s pink seam fully.  Up and down Arya raked her tongue along the inflamed
slit of her lover.  She had always loved the sweet elixir of her own cunt; a
taste so rich and pungent.  It always reminded Arya of a slightly salty taste
of the marge of the sea that rich pungent mix of raw life.  A taste of earthy
exotica, salt and a stab of rich mixed up life.
The taste of Dany was as sweet.  No sweeter.  It was the taste of her woman. 
The sweet intoxicating juices and direct musk flowing into her nostrils
inflaming her need and want for Daenerys Targaryen.  The feel of Dany’s cunt
was heavenly underneath Arya’s dragging tongue.
"Ungghh!" Dany groaned as Arya teased her labia lips back opening her juicy red
slit for Arya’s tongue.  Arya licked harder slurping up more of Dany’s sweet
cum and essence.  "Gods ...lick me harder baby! Ohnn!" Dany’s purple eyes
throbbed with fucking need looking down at Arya.  Her sweaty body vibrating
with the pleasure Arya’s tongue was giving her drooling snatch.  "Mnngg! Unh!
Oh yes!" the Queen gasped as she started to instinctively swirl her drooling
clamshell up into Arya’s face.  The motion driving the Queen’s cunt up into
Arya’s licking mouth her vulva flaring around the licking tongue.  The pussy
flaring out showing the path of Arya’s licking tongue up and down the drooling
clamshell.
Arya sucked in Dany’s inner lips one at a time and sucked / lipped them clean
of Dany’s twat juice.  Arya swallowed in convulsive gulps the sweet pussy juice
of her lover.  Yes her Dany had a sweet taste.  She tasted like herself and yet
totally different.  An ethereal mix of rich musk so pungent and intoxicating. 
A sharp tang of salt but with some other sweet qualities.  She tasted other
sweet elixirs in Dany’s running cunt juice.  She caught hints of the sweetest,
richest red wine her father sometimes let her drink a goblet of.  Arya
considered for a moment and remember the sweet tastes of a handful of juicy
raisins she would eat in King’s Landing.  She then thought she would need to
seal it, and let it ferment in a dusty, cobwebby Dorne attic for a couple
generations.
The taste was ethereal and elusive.  And totally fucking awesome as she stopped
analyzing and simply enjoyed. 
She looked up Dany’s belly and locked eyes with Dany.  “Hhhhuullrrrrrrppppp!”
Arya slurped Dany’s clit deep into her mouth and began to suck softly as her
tongue lathed and then speared the hard nubbin she sucked out its sheath.  Her
head rocked as she sucked harder on the Queen’s clit and tongue lashed with
hard swipes of her tongue.  Her tongue polishing the pinkish white nubbin all
rigid and throbbing.
"Unnhhh ...ohnnnn!" Dany moaned her neck going weak her head lulling back on
her neck her Adam’s apple convulsing as she groaned deep in her chest.  Her
sweaty lank hair flagged down to the bed.  Sweet whinnies filled the room. 
Then Dany’s neck gave out and her head fell to the mattress with a thud.  "Yes!
Ungghhh! Gods ...yes, suck it hard! Ungghhh!" Dany trilled out feeling fierce
flashes of ecstasy sucked from her clit. Gods Arya was a natural!
Arya felt like she had truly come home her head now lapping as she raked her
tongue up and down Dany’s slit raking up and over Dany’s clit on the top of her
stroke and licking hard the gooey pink trench of her woman’s clit and over her
honey hole.   Arya moaned constantly tasting the sweet essence of her woman. 
She circled Dany’s cunt hole and felt the wet heat as Dany’s hips jolted.  She
spied that Dany had cupped her breasts squeezing the full firm globes.  Her
pale fingers sinking deep into even paler breasts.  Her hands clenching digging
her fingers in deep.  Gods Dany liked it hard like she did!  She sucked Dany’s
clit deeper into her mouth and rhythmically sucked it in and out her lips.  Her
tongue spearing the hard nubbin. 
"Mmmmmm uungggmmmm!” Dany moaned as her clit was sucked so hard and good.  "Oh
baby ...ohhnnnnn baby!" Dany whimpered, yelping softly as Arya’s tongue stabbed
her rigid shiny clit.  "Unnhhhhh!"  Arya sucked the hard nubbin in and out her
lips. The feel of the stiff nodule between her lips and underneath her tongue
was simply heaven on Earth.  She again sucked and licked to feel the hard
nubbin in her mouth and underneath her rasping tongue.  Her mouth filled with
spit and cum leaking into her mouth.  Her head lifting and lapping as she
worked Dany’s clit in her hot sucking mouth.
Arya gripped Dany’s hips to lock her face tight to her lover’s quim.  Her
lapping so she could work her tongue hot, hard and fast over her slut’s clit. 
She gripped Dany’s leg and hip to anchor her body down.  Arya rocked her head
lapping the hard clit in her mouth. She then worked her mouth down the trench
that had enfolded her mouth.  She loved the divine wet heat enveloping her
mouth, lips and area surrounding her mouth.  She felt Dany’s vulva bulge out as
her tongued worked Dany’s trench as she wiggled her head down.  Her tongue
tracing the folds and whorls of Dany’s set of slimy inner lips.  Her pink lips
gliding through and over even pinker cunt petals.
Then Arya slowly pushed her tongue deep into her lover’s hot cum filled cunt. 
“Oooohhhhhh yeeessss” Dany gurgled feeling Arya’s tongue slide deep up her
cunny.  Arya eyes had lightly lidded feeling the fiery heat of her woman’s cunt
clench and suck on the tongue she thrust deep up the tight fuck hole.  The
teenager reveled in the sharp guttural groans croaking out of Dany’s love
stricken throat.  Arya moaned loud and long pulling out dollops of sweet cum
that she swallowed gleefully.  Her face mashing into Dany’s mound to sink her
tongue as deep as possible into the cauldron that was her woman’s womanhood.
She was in love with the wet heat of Dany’s cunt and hooowwwww fucking good she
tasted. She started to pump her head harder and harder ramming her tongue deep
and hard up Dany’s love box.  Dany’s cunt pumping copious love juice into her
hard sucking mouth and all over Arya’s long tongue she slide deep and hard into
Dany’s spasming cunt.  The wet heat of Dany’s core basting the tongue fucking
it hard.  Arya loved mashing her face into Dany’s cunt and feeling the wetness
liberally coat and soak her lower face with juices now starting to dribble down
her chin and jawline and run down her throat.
Arya lifted her face.  Dany lifted her head that had lulled over to gaze down
at her with eyes on fire.  “Dany you cunt tastes so fucking good.  I can’t get
enough!”
Dany said nothing but reached with her right hand and clawed her fingers into
Arya’s scalp.  “Suck!” was her plea jamming Arya’s face back down deep into her
vulva burying Arya’s face in her cunt.  Arya wasted no time sliding her tongue
deep up Dany’s hot honey hole.  First she Dorne kissed Dany’s honey hole and
sucked as commanded sucking in a sweet mouthful of slimy wet inner folds and
whorls.  The cunt meat so sweet in her mouth as she munched and hummed
devouring Dany.  Arya pumped her head in and back as she sucked on the sweet
cunt meat in her mouth.  Her tongue worming through the slimy wet folds sucked
into her mouth.
"Oh by the seven gods ... yes! Unngghhh!" the pale Valyrian gasped.  Her hand
in Arya’s head grinding her face down into her swollen snatch.  Dany swirled
her pussy up into the mouth sucking hot and hard on her cunt hole.  Hot cum
flowed into Arya’s greedy slurping mouth.  “Unnggg oh oh yeeesssssss! Baby suck
meeeeee!” Dany keened in helpless need.  “Uungggg hhnngg hhnnggg … oohhnnnnn
fuck yeaaahhhh! Arruunggg!”
Arya now began a sensual tongue fuck of Dany’s love box as Dany urgently
swirled her hips running her cunt up into Arya’s mouth.  Arya’s tongue sliding
deep and hard up into Dany’s creamy cum filled cunt.  Her tongue sluicing
through oily inner cunt lips.  The wet heat sucking on the tongue probing deep
for sweet honey creamy cum.  Arya had one hand on Dany’s hip the other gripping
her thigh as she worked her head up and down tongue fucking Dany’s snatch that
burbled out hot sweet cum she swallowed greedily.
Arya built up the force of her head motion until her tongue was stabbing hard
and deep into Dany’s muffin that was beginning to make sweet watery sounds. 
Dany was writhing with both hands now on Arya’s head jerking down with her
warrior’s strength.
Arya remembered Margaery’s words.  She sucked in a mouthful of cunt petals and
munched on them happily licking and slurping off the rising creamy cum. Arya
now fought the pressure of Dany’s hands and moved her head up and sucked in
Dany’s upper cunt deep into her mouth.  Arya’s mouth using a voracious deep
throat love suck to fill her mouth wet slimy cunt meat.  Dany’s clitoral hood
now deep in Arya’s mouth.  The slimy hillock so sweet tasting in her mouth Arya
mused.
Now Arya thought. Use what Margaery taught me for the love kill.
She had Dany’s clit deep in her mouth.  She started with long ragged deep
throat love sucks on the divine rigid nubbin.  Dany was whooping clearly
ramping up to orgasm.  Arya felt a wild thrill run through her body knowing it
was her doing it.  It was her mouth sucking off her sweet dragon.  Dany’s
fingers in her hair clawed and jacked Arya’s head down hard.  Arya waggled her
head as she voraciously sucked to add tension and friction to Dany’s clit.  She
loved the feel of her tongue whiplashing from side to side over Dany’s rock
hard clit sucked out its sheath taking the full brunt of her loving vicious
tongue lashing.
Dany was rolling form shoulder to shoulder now her head up off the mattress an
inch thrashing.  "Ungghh! Owwnnggg! Oh! Yes! Ungghh ...Arya, do it ...harder,
ungghhh! Yes! Please! Owwnnggg!"  Arya knew Dany was on the precipice of
cumming hard in her mouth. 
Arya moved now to give fast and harsh sucks on Dany’s clit. She added the
Tyrell tongue flutter striking the clit in her mouth hard and fast all over
like a snake’s darting tongue.  What next?  Yes!  Arya started to rock her head
hard and fast and sucked with cheek hollowing deep throat love sucks.  Her
lapping head let her tongue lash the Queen clit’s with the flat of your
tongue.  The suction on the clit locked between her lips intense and focused
with Arya’s cheeks hollowing out with the force of long ragged love sucks. 
Arya wiggled her head like a dog with a bone tongue lashing the clit in her
greedy hard sucking mouth.  She was running the length of her flattened tongue
all over Dany’s clit as she wildly waggled her head all around.  Like
instructed Arya kept licking and sucking hard. 
She slightly varied what she was doing to assault Dany with sensations
constantly changing and morphing slightly to hit the throbbing clit with sweet
unexpected sensations.
She felt Dany’s body start to stiffen and spasm all over.  Dany’s hands left
Arya’s head to grip two handfuls of sheet and pulled them up in her fists.  She
used her grip to grind her love aching cunt up into Arya’s hot gobbling mouth. 
Dany’s head had risen up and jerked up and down as her orgasm strove to burst
her womb and cunt.  Sweat was pouring off Dany’s face and throat.  The tendons
in Dany’s throat so rigid and taunt they looked like they might snap out of her
throat they jutted the skin up so high.  Dany’s upper body flushed scarlet that
went down almost to her breast.  Dany chuffed “Unngg unnggg oohh ggunnnnnn
unngggg …”  her body froze up. 
Arya took a deep breath and sucked with all her strength on she shiny clit in
her mouth fully exposed from its sheath and furiously ran her tongue over the
shiny clit polishing it.
Dany’s head slammed down and her body went stiff as a board for a second.
 Dany’s womb convulsed deep in her belly shredding itself.  Then her body
exploded into wild jackknifes and flips.  Cum seared out Dany’s womb and tore
her cunt inside out in searing spams of fucking ecstasy. 
"MMMNGGGNNIEEENNMMGGHH!" Dany cried out in scalding cunt searing ecstasy. 
“OOOWWGGGGGGG! AAWWOOOGGGGGG!” Dany screamed as her body jacked and flipped. 
Arya hurried to run her right arm over Dany’s lower stomach to hold her place. 
Her upper body rose a foot in the air off the bed.  Her muscled stomach
accordion up to lift her upper torso high off the bed.  Dany slammed down twice
into the mattress hard.  Arya glance up to see Dany’s face slashed with
agonizing pleasure twisting and throttling Dany’s beautiful features.
Her body rising up again to slam down.  A fourth time Dany’s body jerked up and
spasm up off the bed and then she slammed back down into the mattress with a
loud whomp.  Her full firm tits whiplashed with the throes of her throttling
orgasm.  Arya sucked hard moving her mouth down fast now and swallowed the hot
gushes of cum sloshing out Dany’s cunt.  She felt her nose jack into Dany’s
clit and her cum flowed up into Arya’s nose intoxicating her with the heady
musk.
“AAAAWWOOOOGGGGGG! Unngghhhaaiiiggghh!" Dany screamed feeling her cunt tear
itself inside out scalding her with agonizing ecstasy.  "Ohhnngg!
Auungghhmmngg! Oh! Oh! Oh sweet air gods ...oh shit! Auunnmmgghhaannrrnnggg!"
Dany’s hips kept jamming her cunt up into Arya’s hot gobbling mouth now glued
to her gushing honey hole gulping down the mouthfuls of sweet divine hot cum
filling her tummy with ambrosia.  Dany’s head rose up and she looked down at
Arya with a blasted look.  “Hhhuuunngggggg! Mmmnnnuuunnggggggg!” she cried out
as the hard spasms of her orgasm throttled her senseless her lilac eyes rolling
into her skull her head thudding down hard into the mattress.  Her body
convulsed with weakening spasms.
Arya’s nose had been rubbing Dany’s clit with her mouth drinking down the hot
snail snot flowing hotly out Dany’s love box.  Cum filled Arya’s nostrils
soaking her nasal passages with Dany’s cum.  The musk making Arya’ nearly drunk
with its sweetness.  Arya had seen while dirty warging into Nymeria that Dany
would most often not be satisfied with one orgasm only when she started to
masturbate.  Dany would skim for a minute and then masturbate furiously to a
second orgasm and often a third orgasm as she jilled off to multiple soul
searing orgasms.  Dany liked her first orgasms fast back to back when she first
fucked herself. 
Arya smiled into the drooling cunt hole she still slurped creamy cum from.  She
had made Dany scream and die from it.  A woman knew how to make her own body
sing but Arya had made Dany reach all the high notes her body could make like
Dany had made Arya’s body shatter in notes of pure ecstasy. 
They were simply perfectly in tune with each other’s bodies.  They were indeed
soul mates.
Dany was softly weeping.  “I love you Arya. (sobs) I love you so much.  I have
waited (sobs) my whole life for you come to me (sobs) and now you are with me.”
Arya wanted more pussy but slide up and enfolded her trembling lover in her
arms.  They looked at each other with locked eyes.
“Yes I am here Dany and I will never leave you.  Direwolves when they take a
mate it is for life.  You are mine. 
Dany sobbed stroking Arya’s cheek.
“Yes I am.  I give you my body and soul Arya.
“As I give you mine Dany.  The dragon shall lie with the wolf.  We are what
Rhaegar and Lyanna should have been my sweet Dragon.”  She smiled as Dany
sobbed again.  She lowered her head claiming Dany’s mouth and aggressively
swiping her teeth open and lunging her tongue deep into Dany’s mouth and coiled
her tongue around Dany’s letting her taste her cunt on Arya’s tongue.  Their
tongues wetly wrestled deep in Dany’s mouth.
Arya pressed her body down into Dany’s sweat soaked body.  Arya loved the feel
of her bulb nipples all swollen digging into Dany’s breast as she wallowed
their bodies together.  Arya pressed her cunt into Dany’s groin and tribbed
their pussies over each other with short jerks of her hips.  Dany chuffed
harder into her mouth her hands again in her hair fingers threaded in her brown
locks. 
Arya had seen much while warged in Nymeria spying on Dany and her
masturbating.  The Queen most often jilled off twice or thrice quick to begin
with so she knew her Queen revived quickly just like her kitty did.  She felt
Dany moaning in her mouth.  It was time to get some more sweet succulent pussy.
She broke their lip lock and smiled seeing spit roped between their lips.
“I’m going to suck you off again Dany” Arya softly husked to Dany.
“Mmnnggggg!” Dany whimpered.
“Oh gods Dany you cunt tastes like nectars from the gods baby!”
“Oooohhhhhh!” Dany whimpered.
Arya moved her head down and gave Dany another scorching kiss.  The teenager
kissed her Queen all over her beautiful face moving over to suck on her left
earlobe making Dany whimper and her legs kick along the covering sheet.  Arya
kissed down Dany’s convulsing throat licking the tender flesh.  Her mouth moved
over to Dany’s pulse point.  “AAWWOOGGGGGGGGGG!” Dany screamed with Arya
viciously sucking her throat flesh through her seesawing teeth marking Dany as
her slut bitch.  Arya smiled at the way Dany’s body convulsed beneath her.  She
felt Dany’s right balled up hand pounding the bed in her ecstasy.
Arya then kissed down between Dany’s breasts.  Her lips making sucking kisses. 
Then the teenager worked her head left kissing up the Queen’s jiggling titty
with love bites making Dany mewl.  The young Direwolf sucked in the turgid
nipple nursing fervently.  "Anngghhh! Oh! Anngghh!" the pale Valyrian groaned,
wincing as stabbing spasms of pleasure wracked her lovely, straining body. 
Arya kept kissing as she nipped and licked the sweet flesh.  Her mouth working
over to the other quivering hillock of perfection that was Dany’s jiggling
tit.  Her mouth sucked in the turgid nipple and sucked feverishly. 
Satisfied for now with her feast of breast flesh Arya started to kiss down
Dany’s ribcage with wet smooching kisses and hot tongue licks.  Her teeth
clenching and sawing pale flesh leaving red bite marks.  Dany’s body bucking
with the pained pleasure besotting her with sensations and hot feelings of
ecstasy.  Arya’s mouth moved down to the planes of the Queen’s hard muscled
stomach.  She loved how Dany’s stomach clenched underneath her lips.  Arya
detoured and kissed along the line of Dany’s ribcage from left to right her
lips giving hot kisses along the ridge.
“Ohhhhh Arya!” she cooed “oh baby suck my cunt again baby … I need to cum in
your hot sucking mouth Arya.  Hhnnngg uunngg uunnhh … ooohhhnnnnnn!  Oh oh
shit!  Uunngg hhnngg hhnngg!”
Arya growled as she started kissing down Dany’s palpating belly.  Her nostrils
flaring smelling Dany’s sweet cunt intoxicating her with needy lust.  Her
descending body allowed her to take Dany’s musk into her nostrils directly from
the wellspring of Dany’s font.
“You love my cum don’t you Arya—you love drinking my sweet hot creamy cum from
my gushing cunt don’t you my sweet wolf?”
“Uummgggrrrr!” Arya growled and nipped Dany’s lower belly.  “Gods what you do
to me Dany!”
Arya quickly settled between Dany’s legs spreading them out and pushing Dany’s
left leg up and back and hooked her arm around her leg and gripped Dany’s inner
thigh.  Arya kissed Dany’s belly and inner thighs licking the sweet skin.
“Aaarryyyaaaa!  Pleassseeeee—auuugggggg!” Dany cried out feeling Arya lower her
head and start lapping hard in her slit and raking her tongue over Dany’s clit
with confident strong tongue strokes.  She lapped and then glued her mouth to
Dany cunny hole and sucked in a succulent mouthful of hot slimy cunt folds. 
Arya munched and Dany cried out in raw guttural pleasure.  "Suck hard
...ohhhhnn! Suck hard, please!" Dany whimpered, twisting and squirming. 
Dany surged up to one elbow and gripped her breast with her other and roughly
massaged it watching Arya move her head up slowly sucking and slurping up
Dany’s wet trench.  The teen sucked in both her long inner lips and sucked on
them in her mouth.  She rolled and munched on the rubbery labia lips savoring
their texture and thickness in her mouth.  She pulled her head back stretching
out the cunt lips making Dany cry out in shocking ecstasy. 
Then Arya moved her head up and sucked Dany’s clit deep into her mouth and
tongue lashed it hard.  "Ohhnnnn ...gods, that's ssooo good!" Dany gasped.
"Unh! Unh!"  Arya then pursed her lips around the clitoral sucked into her
mouth.  Her tongue gigged and rolled the clit stuffed into her mouth.  Her
tongue shoved and wormed all over the shiny nubbin jutted out its sheath. 
Arya’s tongue gigging and tormenting the clit with hard tongue bats that had
the Queen crying out in pleasure her hips bucking her mouth up into Arya’s
mouth.
Arya spit out Dany’s clit.  Her clit swollen and soaked in cum and spit.  Arya
ran her hands up along Dany’s trench and pulled her pussy open.  Arya pulling
the lips back and out totally opening her woman’s fuck hole to her hot gaze. 
She moaned seeing Dany’s wet fuck hole clenching.  Arya watched the deep red
inner folds and whorls clench and pulse underneath her gaze.  She saw wet
creamy cum pooled among the folds of Dany’s inner fuck petals.
With a happy groan Arya lowered her face back down to Dany’s festering trim. 
Arya locked her lips on Dany’s cunt and sucked and tongue fucked the sweet cunt
hole clutching hard on her deep thrusting tongue.  Dany was groaning constantly
now her hips rocking mashing her pussy into the mouth devouring her throbbing
pussy.  Arya surged forward to press her mouth deeper into the plump camel toe
of her sweet Dragon.  Her tongue spearing deep into the slippery wet cauldron
of her love’s hot cunt.
The Queen jerked herself up to her elbows to watch her Direwolf gobble her
drooling snatch.  Dany’s mouth fell open into a big O of helpless pleasure
crying out in ecstasy.  Her head fell back her sweaty lank hair jerking below
her head as her neck spasmed hard and jerked her head up and down.  She felt
Arya spearing her tongue hard and deep into her burbling couchie.  Dany pulped
her tit in her hand folding it over with her cupped palm squeezing hard.  Her
other hand played with Arya’s hair as she raked Arya hair while her teen lover
worked her tongue up and down Dany’s cunt bulging out her vulva with her raking
tongue. 
Arya was in heaven slurping down sweet creamy cum.  “Oohhhhh Arya …
godsdammnnnn you suck pussy soooo good baby!”  Arya had her face as deep as
possible in Dany’s pussy and tongued Dany’s gooey slit and then shoved her
tongue deep in Dany’s love box and fluttered her tongue working the slimy cunt
meat in her mouth.  Arya softly pumped her head and punched her tongue deep
into Dany’s cunt.  Her mouth engulfed by Dany’s vulva.
Dany slowly brought her knees up and worked her pussy harder into Arya’s hot
gobbling mouth.  Her ass cheeks flexing to lift and swirl her pussy up into the
teen’s hot sucking mouth.  Arya was now raking her tongue in Dany’s pussy and
sucking fiercely on the rigid clit at the top of Dany’s slit.  Dany’s head was
back on the bed.  The Queen’s neck arched jamming her head into the bed. 
"Ohhhhnnn ...ohhnnnn ...gods, it's so good!" Dany moaned, twisting, her head
jammed into the bed her firm breast jiggling with her quaking body. 
Arya moved her head slowly up and down.  When high she wolfed sucked on Dany’s
clit like the wolf she was.  She loved the feel of her lover’s clit in her
mouth and now working in and out her lips as she polished it with her swiping
tongue.  Arya worked down the Targaryen’s slit sucking on labia lips making
Dany whoop and then her mouth was back at Dany’s honey hole and she shoved her
tongue deep up the festering twat scooping out more sweet hot flowing cum.
Arya moaned and groaned feeling her woman’s wet heat sucking and spasming on
her tongue.  She was filled with sublime happiness drinking down her lover’s
hot sweet cum.  Each gulp made her nearly swoon with love for Dany.  She had so
longed for over five years to go down on Dany and have her cunt explode in her
hard sucking mouth.
Dany’s legs lowered back to the bed and straightened out.  Her arms spread out
and Dany’s hands clawed into the sheet.  “Huungg hhunnggg hhnnggg … oh gods oh
gods … Arya keep sucking baby! Oh gods your going to make me cum so fucking
hard!” the Queen gasped to her lover.  Arya looked up Dany’s flexing muscled
body.  Dany’s head was lulled over her face twisted with primal ecstasy.
She was sucking and tongue stabbing Dany’s clit relentlessly now.  Her mouth
made loud obscene slurping noises constantly as she sucked with pure love on
her lover’s snatch.  Dany was humping her pussy up into Arya’s mouth.  Her face
was scrunched with her body tensing up towards a soul crushing orgasm.
Arya remembered Margaery other secret weapon in lovemaking.  She brought her
left hand up to just above Dany’s wet swollen flushed mons.  She glanced up at
Dany again.  Her chest and throat was flushed bright pink and her breast were
swollen with blood rush her nipples hardened into diamonds. 
Arya sucked on Dany’s clit with all her strength and waggled her head fast
right and left her tongue roughly rasping the clit exposed out its sheath. 
Arya’s cheeks hollowed out with her deep throat love sucks.  She sucked again
and again her tongue polishing Dany’s clit relentlessly.
“Hhuunngggggg!” Dany’s breath whooshed out her lungs.  Her body stiffened tight
into a board.  Arya jammed the ball of her hand deep and hard into Dany’s belly
just above her cunt.  The palm putting direct pressure on Dany’s womb.  Dany’s
arms and legs started to convulse her elbows and heels hammering the bed.
“FFFFFUUCCCCKKKKKK! HHHHUUNNGGGGGG! GGGOOODDDSSSSAAAMNNNNN! Dany screamed as if
she was being garroted.  Arya sucked voraciously on the clit spasming wildly in
her mouth and her left hand jamming down on Dany’s lower belly pressing in on
her exploding womb.  "Ungghh! Oh! Angghh! Anngghiiioouunnggghhh!
Unnggghhiieeeeeeeeee! Mmmnngghhiieeeeee!" Dany screamed as her elbows and heels
continued to hammer the bed as raw agonizing pleasure pulsed out her rupturing
womb. 
Arya was in heaven knowing she was giving Dany such blistering soul searing
pleasure.  Her face was soaked in Dany’s cum.  She felt slimy tendrils of cum
dribbling down her throat in several streams.  Arya slurped down what she could
but still focused on giving Dany all the pleasure she could.  She sensed Dany’s
orgasm starting to wane and backed off sucking fiercely on Dany’s clit knowing
to back off from her observing of Dany’s marathon masturbation sessions.
Dany’s body had been having full body convulsions for over twenty seconds and
suddenly her strength fled leaving her spent. Her legs spread out akimbo and
her arms slack on the mattress.  She was whimpering and out of it.  Her face
was soaked in sweat and sweat ran off her body in rivulets.
Arya gently tongued and licked the slack satiated cunt of her lover.  Arya
loved each creamy smear of cum she licked up into her greedily mouth. She
looked up and saw that Dany was softly crying again.
She scooted and enfolded her lover in her arms and gently rolled them on their
side.
“Sssshhhhh baby … I’m here.  I’ll never let you go baby!” Arya softly husked.
“I was so terrified I would have to marry another man to solidify my kingdom …
I was so terrified …”
“Your mine Dany … any man comes near you I will gut him … no man will ever
touch you again … you’re mine Dany … this wolf has claimed her dragon as her
own.”
Dany smiled at her and stroked Arya’s face.  “You say the sweetest things
Arya.  Yes I am yours now and forever.  I am the dragon and you are mine Arya
Stark.  I will never let you go or suffer anyone else to touch what is mine. 
You belong to me Arya!” Dany finished possessively. 
Arya looked at Dany and shivered.  She loved hearing Dany laying claim on her
body.  She was ecstatic that the Queen had made it clear that she would submit
to Arya in their bed. Arya felt the wolf in her howling. She would often submit
to Dany and feel the dragon’s fire.  She smiled.  Often the dragon would submit
to the Direwolf.  Direwolves were passion given flesh and took what they wanted
and what she wanted with all her heart was Daenerys Targaryen.
Dany looked at her sweet wolf lying down facing her.  She and her lover were
dripping sweat and the smell of their musk was thick in Arya’s room.  Her sweet
wolf was proud of herself the Queen could tell.  Well she should be.  She had
sucked Dany off with exquisite skills.  Once she had calmed her nerves and
followed her instincts Arya had proven a natural lover.  Her mouth had been so
divine sucking her off to wailing orgasms.
She reached down and gripped Arya’s left hand resting on her hip.  She brought
the hand slowly up to between their faces.  Dany slowly closed the fingers and
formed a fist.  She saw Arya’s eyes register curiosity at her actions.  Dany
slowly brought the fist to her mouth and gently kissed it and then ran her
tongue between the knuckles.  Arya shivered her grey steel eyes igniting with
renewed lust.
Dany smiled.  Her wolf was easily aroused as she was.  Her nipples had just
started to lose their swelling but now were getting all pulpy and sweet.  Dany
kissed Arya’s fist again and then lowered it “You won my heart with this fist
Arya.  I had seen you through my dragon’s eyes and been enamored but it was
your fire in my throne room that completely captured my heart.”
Arya’s eyes had slowly filled with subtle mirth.  “Well you know.  The way to a
Queen’s heart is through her chin” she softly chuckled.
Dany smiled at her lover’s humor.
She snaked her arms around Arya suddenly and pushed her lover over and
straddled her sweet wolf with her elbows and knees supporting some of her
weight but she had already seen that Arya loved feeling her weight on her.  She
loved feeling Arya’s pulpy nipples digging into her breast and chest.  She
looked down at Arya with her in fire lilac eyes.
She threaded her fingers into Arya’s hair.  “I am your Queen Arya Stark.  I
willing submit to your direwolf desires but when the dragon is ascendant she
will claim and take what is hers.  Do you agree and submit.”
Arya’s pupils were completely blown.  She shook her head slowly ‘yes’.
“I will fuck you hard and often Arya when I am in the rut.  I will take what I
want and need.  I will consume you Arya.  I will take you with my fingers and
my mouth.  When we return to King’s Landing I have dildos and strap-ons that I
will mount you with.  I will bang the shit out of you Arya.  I will pound all
your holes.  Do you understand what I mean?”
Arya shook her head yes with enthusiasm.  A wicked smile on her face.  Dany
shivered seeing what a lustful slut her Arya was.
“Do you want that Arya Stark?  To feel me slamming my large cock deep into your
cunt.  To have me plunging my dick up your hot tight ass.  Pulling my dick out
your ass and making you suck your ass juice off my dick like the filthy slut
you are!”
Arya’s eyes fluttered shut.  A hard shiver ran through her body.  Arya opened
her eyes staring hotly at her Queen.  Now Arya shook her head very
enthusiastically yes again.
“I will fuck your ass hard and deep and then pull my cock out your ass and
slide it over your perineum and bury my dick balls deep straight into your cunt
from your asshole Arya.  I will fuck your back and forth between your fuck
holes.  You will clean both your pussy and ass off my dick Arya.  Do you want
that Arya?  Is that what you want my Direwolf?” Dany asked her woman.
“Yyyyyyyyeeeesssssssss!” Arya sibilantly croaked up to her lover shaking her
head yes looking up at Dany with total wanton submission and love.
Dany felt her belly clench at the slut of a lover her Arya was proving to be. 
Dany needed to fuck hard and repeatedly to satiate her dragon’s hunger.
She shifted over to her left over Arya and brought her knee into Arya’s pussy
and wiggled it urging Arya to spread her legs.  She rested her swollen cunt
down on Arya’s muscular thigh.  She subtly flexed her knee and pressed it
harder into Arya’s pussy.  Her sweet wolf groaned in pleasure feeling the
pressure on her cunt.
Dany gripped her wolf’s hair and lowered her mouth.  She first lipped Arya’s
lips with her own and sucked her lips between hers and nibbled on them.  She
then pried open her lover’s mouth and stormed her tongue deep into Arya’s mouth
and engaged her tongue.  Their tongues coiled and flipped in hot love in Arya’s
mouth. “Unggmmffff Mmmpphhfff Mmpphhfff!” Arya chuffed into the mouth that was
devouring hers. 
Dany started to flex her hips and drag her knee up her lover’s swollen pussy
and jammed in grinding her lover’s swollen cunt.  Dany moaned into Arya’s mouth
feeling her lover’s labia lips riding up and down her flexing knee and lower
thigh.  Arya’s juices soaking her leg lubricating it allowing her more easily
grind it hard into her lover’s muff.  She could feel Arya’s hard clit riding up
and down her leg.
The rocking  motion the Queen setup had her own pussy starting to flex and ride
on Arya’s thick muscular legs.  Her pussy compressing and mashed into Arya’s
strong leg.  Her pussy riding up and down the Arya’s muscled thigh.  Her pussy
leaving a trail of snail snot lubricating the leg she was using as a fuck post.
Arya was grinding her cunt up into the thigh grinding into it.  Arya looped her
arms around Dany’s back pulling her down to wallow their bellies into each
other and to jam her swollen nipple plums into her Queen’s full firm titties. 
Their tongues rolled and wetly wrestled deep in Arya’s moaning mouth.  Both of
their bodies jolted as they felt the hot sweet pulses flowing from their rubbed
and compressed nipples.
The Valyrian loved the feel of Arya’s trim riding her leg she was jamming and
working up and down the drooling slit.  She started to feel the clit that was
jutted out its sheath now.  The hard nubbin riding up and down her leg.  The
cum soaking her leg let Arya’s cunt ride easily up and down her upper leg she
was pounding into her lover’s open quim she was fucking harder and harder with
her thrusting leg.
Dany’s own clit was being mashed and dragged on Arya’s upper leg by her fucking
of Arya’s cunt.  Her clit jangling hard and sending searing pulses of ecstasy
to her brain.  Dany broke their kiss to get some needed oxygen.  She looked
down at her wolf.  Her face was twisting and jolting with shocks of ecstasy. 
Dany forced her body lower and now used her upper leg to slam down and up her
lover’s cunt.  Arya’s drooling clam shell instantly soaking Dany’s upper leg
with hot sweet cunt slime.
The Queen lowered her head bending her neck so she could suck in a full bulb
nipple.  The Queen hard sucked locking her lips beneath the double bottle cap
edge of Arya’s nipples.  Dany sucked with cheek hollowing long love sucks.  Her
head lifting with the sheer force of her long hard sucks.  Her tongue slapping
and gigging the blood engorged pulpy nipple.  "Ohhhnnn ...yes!" Arya panted her
face twisting with ecstasy.  
Dany smiled and lifted her hips higher and slammed her leg down into Arya’s
swollen snatch and dragged it up her woman’s cunt.  She lifted her leg swirling
her hips back and up and slammed her leg down and pounded Arya’s cunt and hard
dragged her leg up Arya’s now opened up quim.  She slammed her leg down again
and again into Arya’s swollen drooling cunt.  "Ohhhnnnn!" Arya gasped her eyes
squeezed shut in ecstasy.  "Ohh! Unngghhhhh!" she cried out.  "Ohhhnnnn!
Ahhnnnnn!" Arya moaned, jacking her shaking pelvis up into the down slam
thrusts of Dany’s leg.  “Oh gods! Unggh!" Arya groaned, her eyes going briefly
glassy. "Ohng!"
The motion of fucking Arya was pounding her pussy into Arya’s leg.  Her sweet
Direwolf had felt Dany’s cunt sliming and riding up and down her leg.  Arya had
cocked her leg slightly so she could angle her thigh up with her bent knee. 
This allowed Arya to jam her leg harder into the pussy humping her leg as Dany
worked her quim up and down her leg like a bitch in heat.  Her cunt soaking
Arya’s leg with her flowing effluent.
Dany was in love how she was able to hook her lips underneath the crown of
Arya’s overripe bursting plum nipples.  She sucked voraciously with cheek
hollowing deep throat love sucks.  Her head lifting with her forceful sucks. 
Arya’s cries of pleasure constant.  Her tongue slapped and gigged hard the
bursting plum nipple filling the Queen’s mouth.
She was slam fucking her woman with her thigh now.  She loved how her forceful
ramming of her leg into Arya’s gooey trench and jamming in deep mashing her
vulva spreading it out on her thigh muscle.  She adored seeing Arya’s body jerk
forward that fraction of an inch from the force of her thigh slamming into her
slut’s cunt.  She felt her woman’s labia lips pulled, stretched and rolled on
her sliding thigh.  She could feel Arya’s clit pulled from its sheath riding up
and down her rampaging thigh pulverizing Arya’s clit with hard forward jams of
her surging thigh. 
Dany looked down at Arya’s face as Arya’s head jerked right and left constantly
now.  Her face looked like she had put her foot in boiling water with the way
it twisted and slashed like she was in agony that was only pure ecstasy.  She
felt Arya’s claw into her ass cheeks with her fingers and dig in with her
clipped nails (good lesbian Dany thought in a stray thought).  Arya helped Dany
lift her hips higher on the back stroke and then slam down and forward with the
next up stroke of her leg up Arya’s drooling pulped clam shell.
"Aoowwnngg!" Arya cried out as her fingers dug deep into Dany’s ass helping her
to fuck her cunt harder and harder.  "Oh ...oh! Please! Ungghhh! Oh yes
...harder! Ungghhh! Do it hard! Hard!"  And Dany did do it harder.  She was in
a fury of hard fucking her slut.  Her leg pulping the now watery cunt she was
fucking with pure love and passion.
The Queen arched her back to increase the force of her leg jamming and riding
up Arya’s cunt.  The teen’s labia lips splayed out as the lips rolled and
folded on the leg pounding up and down the drooling slit.  Arya helping the
Queen to fuck Arya’s cunt with her hands clenching to claw Dany’s ass to help
her Queen slam her leg into her spasming cunt.  Dany chuffed and moaned working
her hips to surge her leg up and over baby’s slit and clit.  Again and again
Dany swirled her hips up and back so she slam her thigh into her slut’s
drooling clamshell pulping Arya’s slit and clit.  Dany’s leg roughly riding up
her woman’s cum soaked slit and clit.
Dany felt intense pleasure in her pussy that was riding on Arya’s leg but she
was totally focused now on making her Arya cum hard yet again.
Dany lowered her head eyes locked with Arya’s that struggled to focus on her. 
“Take it slut!  Unngggg uuunnggg uunnggg!  Cum on my leg like a bitch in heat
slut!”  Dany rose up on her palms and arched her back deeper and slammed down
with even more force into her Stark’s sloshing cunt.  Arya’s eyes flared with
the surge in pleasure in her fucked cunt.  Her head lifted off the mattress an
inch and pumped up and down with her racing pulse.  Dany felt Arya desperately
clawing her ass and down jerking urging Dany on with her hard thigh fuck of
Arya’s swollen watery quim.
“Oohhhhh… oohhhh fuuucckkkk!” Arya’s head thumped back to the mattress and
lulled over and her face slashed with the twisting grimaces.  Her pussy filled
with fierce pleasure.  “Oh godssssss yeeesssssss!”  Arya’s fingers were like
talons sunk in Dany’s ass cheeks jerking down with maniacal force urging Dany
on with her pulverizing fuck of Arya’s swollen pussy.
“Cum you fucking slut!  Your Queen commands that you cum bitch!”  Dany surged
forward with her impacting thigh in Arya’s flooding quim made Arya’s body jerk
forward that small fraction that was so hot to see to Dany.  Gods she loved
fucking Arya hard!  It was so hot for Dany to feel the jerk forward of Arya’s
body with her hard tribbing body.  Arya’s face froze up with her eyes shocked
wide up with a surge of crippling ecstasy.  “CUM SLUT!” Dany now screamed down
at Arya to hurtle her sweet wolf off the precipice of ecstasy.  Arya’s body
tittering on the edge of shocking bliss.  “CUM YOU GODSDAMN SLUT!”
Arya’s body stiffened up like a board her face twisted with horrible ecstasy
and then dissolved into wild spasms of agonizing cumming.    
"MMMNGGGGHHIIEEEEE! NNNGGGHHIIEEEEE! Anngghnnmnmggiieee! Aaauugghhiieeeeeeeee!"
Arya shrieked in agonizing ecstasy.  Arya exploded in a rupturing orgasm,
gagging and squirming uncontrollably on the bed as wave after wave of
shattering pleasure broke over her shuddering body.  Her head slammed into bed
and rose up and slammed back down hard.  “Nnggmnnggiieeee! Mmmnngghhhiieeeeee!"
Arya wailed her face clawed with gut wrenching ecstasy.  Arya cummed in hot
spasms, her body churning and grinding into Dany’s still surging thigh muscle. 
"Oh! Ungggnnhhiiieeee!"  "Anngghhiieeeee!" she cried. "Oh! Oh gods, Dany! Yes!
Ungghhiieeee!"
Dany was in heaven feeling her woman cum so hard on her leg.  She felt hot cum
pouring out Arya’s spasming couchie and totally soaking her leg in hot oily
slimy cum.  She watched intently the body of Arya shudder and convulse beneath
her as she still slammed and dragged her thigh up Arya’s gushing cunt.  She
felt her leg soaked in her so fucking hot woman’s effluent.  Arya’s face
twisted with soul crushing pleasure.  Dany felt her medium sized full tits
whipping around on her chest as she hard tribbed her leg into Arya’s groove.
She felt Arya’s body weakening as her orgasm began to wane.  Dany backed up and
stopped riding her leg in Arya’s flooded trench.  She loved the look of
swooning on Arya’s face.  Her body was streaked with running sweat that flowed
down her body with her strong aftershocks.  Her mouth was open and slack
drooling down her cheek.  Dany looked down further and saw the wet open cunny
of her sweet Arya.  Arya’s pussy swollen and slimy looking with all the cum
slicking her seam, labia lips and her groin.  Her labia lips all hues of brown
with sweet pink and slicked with glistening cum.  Arya’s mound and slit flushed
red with blood rush.
Dany smiled.  She had given her woman supreme pleasure.  She felt so fucking
hot and sexy giving her new lover supreme pleasure.
Dany looked down and suddenly felt the need rising in her own snatch. She
needed to cum hard herself but her sweetie was out for the count for a few
minutes as she mewled and her body hitched with the strong aftershocks running
through her body.
In her finishing off Arya, Dany had risen up breaking her pussy’s lock on
Arya’s thigh.  She looked down at that leg all wet and glistening with her
flowing snail snot.  The Queen licked her lips feeling rampant fuck hunger
coursing through her veins.
Dany rose up and moved her body over and fully straddled Arya’s akimbo leg with
her swollen shaved cunt.  Her labia lips bloomed out her slit and soaked in
runny clear cum.  She started to work her hips and run her swollen couchie up
and down the akimbo leg of her lover.  She mashed down with hard flexes of her
hips working to pulp her cunt.  “Hhhuungggggg! Shit!”  Dany cawed out feeling
her cunt pulse hard with pleasure as she worked her cunt up and down Arya’s
upper leg.  The Queen’s stomach flexing and her hips churning to grind her
pussy up and down Arya’s thick muscled thigh.
Dany felt her tits start to swirl and jerk as she fucked her cunt like a cat
humping a fuck post.  She gagged with helpless pleasure.  She dragged her cunt
roughly up and down Arya’s leg from her knee up six inches and back down as she
worked her hips to grind and slide her pussy hard on Arya’s muscled leg. 
Dany’s hands came up to cup and fold her own tits and hard jerk them squeezing
hard filling her breast with aching fire that arched to her clit.  She cried
out feeling her clit jacked out its sheath and now rubbing hard directly on
Arya’s thigh.
The Queen had already laid a base of cum on Arya’s leg that had her pussy
easily gliding up and down the thickly muscled leg of Arya.  Her excited pussy
now liberally pumped out cum that quickly smeared Arya’s leg with fresh cum
that slavered Arya’s upper leg and began to run down in trickles on both sides
of the leg Dany was actively humping like a cat in heat.
Dany’s head lulled back and she whimpered with hard pleasure as her hands
continued to clench in hard with pulp squeezes on her boobs.  "Ohunngghh oh
gods ...oh shit!" Dany groaned as she lulled back her head on a neck gone
weak.  She thrashed her head with helpless pleasure.  Her face twisted with
sublime pleasure.  "Oh! Oh! Ungghh!"  She felt a recovered Arya’s hands grip
her hips and helped her increase the force of her rubbing of her pussy on
Arya’s leg.  The increase in friction gagged the Queen with sublime fucking
bliss.
Dany’s head lulled back and forward and then hung down on a neck weak with
pleasure.  Her head jacked down hard with stomach clenching pulses of raw
pleasure flowing out her cunt as she tribbed Arya’s leg.  She saw Arya looking
up at her with pure fire in her eyes. Gods Dany thought.  Arya looked so
fucking hot with her hair plastered all over her forehead, cheeks, shoulders
and upper chest.  Arya’s eyes pulsed with hot hunger for Dany.  Dany shuddered
seeing that fire in her sweet love’s steel grey eyes.  Arya jammed down with
her clench on Dany’s hips pulping the Targaryen’s camel toe into her thigh she
now clenched hard and surged up into Dany’s cunny.
The Targaryen Queen whimpered feeling her cunny pulped.  Her clit dragged and
mashed on the leg Arya now flexed as she jerked it up into the pussy riding
it.  Dany felt her long labia lips being dragged, folded and stretched on the
leg she was hard humping her hips jerking in harsh jerks.  Arya let Dany guide
her hips with Arya only adding intense pressure and helping Dany ride the full
length of Arya’s upper leg.  The cunt juice soaking Arya’s leg letting Dany
grind her cunt easily up and down the thickly muscled leg.
Dany saw her lover’s face smile feeling her cunt drool out copious fuck juice
to lubricate the thigh she was tribbing wildly on.  Her tits whipped up and
down.  Dany now was running her hands hedonistically up and down here body
squeezing and rubbing her striving body.  “Huungg uungg hhnnggg … oh gods Arya
my cunt is going to explode aaugggg uunnggg ungggg!”
“Cum all over me like I did you Dany!”
“Call me a slut!  Ppplleeasseeee!  I love it when I am talked rough too!”
“Cum on my leg you fucking godsdamned slut!  Cum hard for me you cunt!”
Dany’s eyes flared wide.  She sagged forward and gripped Arya’s shoulders and
surged down arching her back down to increase the force of her tribbing.  Her
tits circled on her chest with the force of her fucking.  Her breathing a
labored desperate thing.  Her head thrashed as her face crumpled in almost
harrowing pleasure.  Dany gagged as she jammed down harder with short spastic
jerks of her hips to pulp her camel toe.  Arya providing the impudence to help
Dany grind her cunt up and down Arya’s leg Dany was tribbing on manically. 
“Nut your cunt on my leg you fucking Valyrian cunt!  Cum all over me like the
Lysian whore you are!  Show me what a godsdamn slut you are Dany!  You fucking
cunt!”
“Aaaarruuunngggggg!  Yes yessssss—aauugggg uunnggg yessssssss!” Dany groaned
out sibilantly.  Her sweat drenched body soaked in rivulets of running
perspiration.  Her face striving and stricken looking.  Her tits whiplashing up
and down as her body desperately humped Arya’s leg.
Arya clenched her fingers deep into Dany’s hips to grind her swollen now
sloshing snatch up and down her leg.  She looked up at Dany’s face desperate in
its need to cum.  Arya lifted her leg instinctively to increase the pressure
grinding Dany’s cunt.  With her foot on the bed Arya savagely up jerked her leg
into the trim roughly riding up and down her leg.  The heat and wetness divine
to Arya.  The look on Dany’s striving face sublime.
“Cum hard Dany!  Cum on my fucking leg you slut!  Cum hard cum hard cum NOW!”
Dany’s head snapped back her mouth wide open.  “AAARRUUUUNNGGGGGG!
OOWWWWGGGGHHHH! AAAUUWWOOGGGGGG!” the Queen roared as pulverizing shocks of a
horrifying powerful orgasm exploded out her rupturing womb.  Dany’s head
snapped down and back her face filled with killing shocks of burning ecstasy. 
She felt Arya throwing her leg up into her cunt increasing the pressure on her
cunt that felt like it was tearing itself inside out.  Her womb spasmed so hard
she thought it might tear out her belly "HHHHUNNGGGGGGG! OOWWNNGGHIIEEEEEE!
Auungghh! " she screamed.  "Ummggnhhh! Ungaaungghhmmnngg!"  her wails of the
purest ecstasy possible on Earth filled Arya’s bedroom as Dany’s body convulsed
sharply.  She jackknifed violently her body snapping up and down so hard she
feared her spine might shatter.  Her tits almost violently snapping up and down
on her chest as each convulsion ripped through her body.
The Queen’s pussy gushed out hot waves of cum that soaked and creamed Arya’s
leg.  The searing pulses of cum running down Arya’s leg and soaked the bed
beneath.  Dany gradually weakened and sagged down onto Arya’s body as her body
still convulsed weakly with killing pulses of her dying harrowing orgasm.  "Oh
yes ...oh yessss! Oh! Oh! Gods, Arya, ungghhh! … never has it been like
this—sooo good!  Arrurungg hhuunngg hhnnggg" Dany gagged out feeling intense
aftershocks begin to grip and shake her body.  Her clit and nipples pulsing to
the intense aftershocks rippling out her spent womb.
Dany started weeping again with pure love.  She felt Arya reach down and pull
the covers over their sweat and cum soaked bodies.  Dany was still hitching and
crying out as powerful pulses of her dying orgasm throttled her.
“I love you Arya—hhoowwggggg uunggggg … gods I love you so much!” whimpered
snuggling into her love half lying on her lover putting her head underneath
Arya’s chin her left arm and leg thrown possessively over Arya’s supping body. 
She felt her cunt pulsing out hot cum still.  Her pussy was soaking their
bellies and groins in her hot cum.  She started to worry that Arya might not
want to be coated thickly with her creamy cum as they snuggled.
“Gods Danyyyyyy—I can feel you cunt soaking me in its cum—ooohhhhh gods I love
it soooooo!  I always want to feel your cunny soaking my body in your sweet
cum.”
Dany felt her eyes roll back into her skull.  Gods Arya was born to be her
lover.
She jammed her face into Arya’s throat and cooed.  She was spent for the
moment.  She wanted more of her sweet lover but needed to get her bearings and
recharge.
“I love you Arya Stark.  So so much!” she sleepily cooed.
“As I love you Daenerys Targaryen.  I fantasied about you for five years now my
sweet Queen.”  She kissed a drowsy Dany on her temple.  “When I was only eleven
and you came out of the Red Wastes I dreamed and masturbated to you being in
this bed.  Now, finally you are in my bed making love to me.  I have
masturbated to so many orgasms in this bed dreaming of this.  The reality blows
my fantasies to dust.  You are my soulmate Dany.  I was born to be your lover
Dany.” 
Dany whimpered and fell into sweet dreams of her Arya.  She smiled thinking of
triple weddings.
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Dany slowly swam back up to the surface of consciousness.  She was lethargic
and her body filled with sweet lassitude.  She stretched a little arching her
back.  She had that pleasant ache of a woman well fucked.  Well fucked by her
sweet wolf.  She wiggled and was disappointed to not feel Arya beneath her
cheek and her body not under her arms and legs.  She heard snorts and
snuffling.
The Queen slowly rolled over and looked into the room.  She saw from the
windows that it was late in the afternoon now.  Arya’s room was on the east
side of the Great Keep.  The sunrays did not strike this wall and the windows
were full of shadowy gloom.  The gloom of the room had been ameliorated by a
fire that had recently been stoked and the flames were hungrily consuming thick
logs of popping pine.
She saw that two oil lamps on wall hooks had been turned up to fill the room
with a soft gentle glow.  She then noticed that on the table six candles burned
with several big bowls and plates on it.  She saw fruit in the bowls and a big
pitcher of some liquid.  She looked again at the fireplace.  Her mouth turned
up at the corners.  Dany saw the logs filled with cankers that glowed red hot
that added warmth to the room always kept warm with the hot water running
through the walls.  She smiled.  It was what was before the large fireplace
that made her smile great big.
Woof woof woff! she heard.  On her back was Nymeria with her forelegs running
in the air.  A naked Arya was on her knees bent over and roughly scratching the
great Direwolf’s in the area between her front legs with her clawed fingers. 
Up and down Arya ran her clawed fingers digging deep into the fur of her
Direwolf.  The wolf jerked her head back and forth her tongue lulling out her
mouth.  Nymeria’s tail wagged furiously right and left.
Dany saw Arya’s nipples were not erect.  They were not even half their normal
size of arousal her areolas ridged and her nipple seeming buried in the rolls
of her crinkly areolas.  She would change that soon enough!
Arya continued to work her wolf now rubbing her belly as the wolf whined in
pleasure.  Dany was up on her forearms watching the show and smiling great
big.   She saw a big empty plate covered in meat juice.  Nymeria had obviously
eaten well recently.  Dany thought back to when she had used big plates of
chunked meat to entice Nymeria into her room so she could continue masturbating
in front of Arya’s wolf knowing that her master was warged inside the wolf
seeing, hearing and smelling her masturbating for Arya.
The wolf had noticed Dany awake and watching them with a soft smile on her
face.  The great beast woofed in greeting.  Arya looked over and a big radiant
smile filled her face.  “Your awake!  Cool!”  Then a concerned look came over
her face.  “I hope I did not wake you … I was just having fun with Nym.”
Dany sat up and got on the edge of the bed.  She sat so her legs were draped
over the edge of the bed.  She tousled her hair and slowly spread her legs wide
in front of Arya.  She then arched her back working the kinks out.  She knew
her wetting cunt was on full display in lewd invitation and her full firm tits
jiggling on her chest her nipples already rigid with fuck hunger for her sweet
wolf.
“You did not awaken me Arya …” Dany brought her head back down from her hard
stretch “It was hunger to fuck you again that awoke me Arya” Dany softly husked
to her lover.
“Oh!” Arya softly squeaked.  Dany found the mixture of carnal and innocence of
Arya Stark to be a heady wine.  It was absolutely adorable.  Arya recovered
with a soft smirk on her face.  “If you have other hungers I have had some
nourishment brought into my room.  You see I have had fruit, bread, sliced pork
and roast with cheese on the table and a pitcher of ice tea brought to us.  I
was famished and thirsty.  I made sure to have enough for you too Dany.  I then
a special treat for you my love.”  A sly smile now graced her face as she
continued rubbing her whining wolf whose tongue was lulled out.
Arya eyed the Queen’s charms hungrily.  Her eyes traveling up and down the body
of her Queen with famished hunger that had her pupils already blown with
desire.  She licked her lips like the animal on the standard of her House.
“Partake of sustenance my Queen … then I will partake of you” Arya said in a
sultry tone her eyes on fire and nipples again becoming engorged with want and
need.  Their pussy musk was still thick in the air from their earlier fucking
but Dany smelled her own pussy flooding the air with sweet new musk.  Arya’s
flaring nostrils told Dany that Arya smelled her own puss juicing liberally.
It was then that Arya’s fresh hot cunt musk hit Dany like a tidal way.  The
Queen inhaled deeply taking her lover’s pungent sweet musk deep into her lungs
with full breaths.  She felt her own pussy wet with need to be consumed again. 
Dany’s body shook with need and want.  She looked at Arya who was up on her
knees now.  She had one hand still rubbing her wolf’s belly while the other
hand played with her now swollen labia lips and brushed over her clit making
Arya groan as her pussy got visibly wetter.  Her puss and labia lips getting
the oily sheen of cum soaking her mound and labia lips.
Dany loved being naked with her lover with no inhibitions between them.  She
went to the table and made herself a large sandwich of chopped pork, cheese and
bread.  She had several large handfuls of grapes and washed down with two large
glasses of ice tea.  Dany had a physical hunger satiated she did not even now
she had. 
She now looked over to Arya and Nymeria.  Nym had now laid on her side and
luxuriated in Arya running her fingers through her fur.  Dany lifted up the one
covered dish and smiled great big.  In it was a big thick ox thigh bone.  Arya
had other hungers in mind as well.  Arya being thoughtful of Nymeria’s need had
the perfect treat for her Direwolf.  Dany picked up the covered platter.  She
walked over to her lover and her wolf.  She put the covered dish down beside
the Direwolf. 
Dany joined her lover in running her fingers through the long fur of the
direwolf.  Nymeria was in wolfie heaven being pampered and spoiled.  She woofed
softly her tongue lapping along her gums in contentment.  Above her Dany made
hot eye contact with Arya as she let her eyes bore in on Arya’s engorged
nipples and her labia lips hanging out her slit all wet and cum slimed.  The
Queen smiled seeing a hard shiver run through her lover’s body.
“I have other hungers that need to be satiated Arya”  the Queen told her woman
in a hot sultry voice.  She stood up and walked to the wall in Arya’s room that
had a thick curtain hung to it to give color and cover the cool stone.  In a
regal tone “Give Nymeria that thigh bone and then come over to me on all fours
wolf.  Come over in servitude to your Queen!” Dany almost barked at Arya.  She
stood before the curtain and tapped her foot impatiently.
She saw Arya’s eyes go glassy and her body shook with fuck hunger.  She
woodenly opened the dish and Nymeria immediately snapped over to her belly and
stared at the ox bone with her mouth watering in anticipation.  Arya pushed the
dish over with her foot to slide the dish to her wolf and forgot about her. 
Nymeria had her hunger and Arya had her hungers that needed to be satiated. 
Her eyes riveted on the regal pose of her Queen.  Gods she is so fucking
beautifulArya thought to herself. 
Nymeria head snapped forward to get the thick bone in her happy maul and
started to chew on it.  Arya took several steps away from Nymeria.  Slowly she
sunk down till she was on her hands and knees.  She stared hotly at her Queen. 
In her mind she went submissive and wiggled her ass.  She may be submissive but
that didn’t mean she couldn’t shake her ass.  An ass she couldn’t wait for Dany
to fuck. 
Arya saw the Queen staring hungrily at her ass.  She shook her ass again for
her lover loving how Dany’s breathing accelerated slightly just looking at her
big firm ass cheeks flexing.
Arya slowly moved over to Dany on all fours.  Her steps slow and measured as
her body undulated forward in subservience.  In her mind now, Arya was totally
submissive to her Dragon and was ready to be fucked however Dany wanted to take
her.  Those thoughts had Arya’s belly contracting in need as her pussy jerked
squeezed in primal want.
Her eye glued to the wet swollen trim of her Queen Arya slowly advanced.  She
was then before Dany and inhaled deeply and groaned hard smelling her Queen’s
wet swollen cunt.  The musk intoxicating.  She stared up at the drooling clam
shell enviously.  Her tongue licked her lips.  Her mouth was salivating
heavily.  She wiggled her ass showing her excitement.    
“How much do you want me Arya?  I need to see how much you need me.  I need to
see the slut in you.”  The Queen stared down at Arya with a regal arrogant
poised look.
“Woof woof –pant pant pant – woof!” Arya panted looking up at Dany.
The Queen’s stern look wavered with Arya’s antics as she stared hard at her
cunt.  “Now that I did not expect!” Dany laughed.  She smiled down at Arya. 
She was looking all round like a hound her mouth making panting noises and
letting slobber drool down her chin to wiggle in strands off her jaw before
breaking off.  Arya loved seeing Dany smile with childish joy down at her.
With a mischievous light in her eyes the blond woman started to sensually swirl
her hips before her woman.  Dany humped her pelvis in front of Arya showing her
lover her swollen snatch that ached to be devoured.  Dany felt her pussy drool
slimy trickles down both her thighs.  Arya’s eyes tracked the glistening trails
that slowly wept down the thin but muscular legs of her Queen.
Arya started to whine like a dog who is frustrated.  Panting she moved up to
get just before Dany.  Arya pawed at Dany’s cum slicked thighs and whined
licking her lips.  Her eyes stared enraptured at her lover’s swollen trim all
wet and dark pink.  Dany loved Arya’s playful mirth.  She was so fucking
precious! 
Arya lifted her left arm and pawed at Dany’s muscled leg up and down with her
fingernails and whined pathetically staring and drooling at the Queen’s wet
quim.  Arya inhaled deeply.  Aaawwwoooooo! Aaawwooooo!” she howled in primal
fuck hunger. 
“That’s right bitch!  Howl for what you want.  Let me hear you howl and growl
for my pussy cunt!”
“Aaawwwoooooo! … Ggggrrrrrrrrrr! Ggggrrrrrrrrrrr! … pant pant Gggggrrrrrrrrr!”
Arya played her part dutifully with a smile smirk on her face.
Nymeria lifted head from the bone she was contentedly gnawing on.  Her master
was in the rut.  She agreed.  Direwolves needed to mate often to be happy.  The
wolf cantered her head as she gnawed on her bone.  It was interesting to see
her master taking on the attributes of the wolves who submitted to Nymeria’s
desires.
Dany smiled down at her sweet direwolf given human flesh.  Arya had a wicked
sense of humor.  She leaned back against the thick quilt hanging against the
stone.  She now had her imperious look on her face.  The Queen was in regal
mode now. 
Arya sat back down on her ass looking up at Dany with her mouth drooling
heavily it was watering so bad.  Her eyes roamed the perfection that awaited
her.  Her head slowly moving up and down staring with longing at Dany’s
beautiful perfect face, her high firm breasts and her shaved cunt right in
front of her face.  Arya breathed deep and moaned smelling her woman’s hot
sex.  The sweet musk so intoxicating.
“My sweet wolf.  I do think that you are in so many ways the physical avatar of
your namesake.  You are the wolf given human flesh.  Even your mannerism are
like your Direwolf Nymeria.”  Arya sat down on her ass like a dog healing.  Her
head rocking with her dog pants.  Arya turned her head back and forth looking
around but always glancing back at her master like a dutiful dog does for its
master.
More than willing to play the part, Arya panted drooling and started to paw at
Dany’s leg whining again.  Arya whined like a distraught wolf.  Arya now stared
hard at her Queen’s cunt as more hot trickles of cum trickled down the Queen’s
legs.  Dany’s mound was swollen now and bright pink with blood rush.  Her inner
labia lips bloomed out her slit all knotted up and wet with weeping fuck juice
from her leaking clamshell.
Her musk was flowing off her pussy and intoxicating the sixteen year old
shaking now with her hunger for her woman.  She loved this teasing before the
feast.  Arya looked up at Dany’s perfect sized tits so firm and high.  She saw
the flush of excitement on Dany’s neck and around the hollow of her throat. 
Nipples were engorged and rock hard on the Queen’s firm tits.  The tits rising
and falling with Dany’s excited breathing.
Arya got back up on her hands and knees and brushed her body against the
Queen’s body like Nymeria did to show affection.  Arya turned her body around
again and again to rub her face and her body from her shoulder to her hip along
the Queen’s thighs wetting her face and body in her Queen’s trickling cum. 
Arya moved in to lick the sweet trickle of sweet cum. 
“Mmmuunngggg! Uummggggggg!” Arya purr moaned her tongue licking up the sweet
cum her tongue could find on Dany’s muscled legs.
“Heal!” Dany barked.   Arya obeyed going back to sitting on her heels and ass. 
She whined looking up with pleading in her steel grey eyes.  Sitting back on
her heels Arya looked up at her master and lulled her tongue out and panted up
at her true master.  She whined again and pawed at Dany’s legs with her palm
and fingers like a wolf’s paw.
“As I was saying wolf—you are so like Nymeria.  I will have you know your wolf
spied on me many nights Arya.  You have been a bad master that I will punish
thoroughly in the future for these transgressions!”
Dany smirked to herself hiding her amusement seeing Arya’s eyes flare and she
swore she saw steam coming out her ears as she processed the ramifications of
this.
“Yes Arya … a Queen expects privacy in her chambers at night but your wolf
would barge into my room (conveniently forgetting the big trays of sweet chunks
of meat she used to bride the wolf into her chambers when Arya tried to be
good). She would come and not leave.  I was most put out!”
Dany saw Arya starting to sweat and look guilty.  Time to let up a little she
saw.  She was not angry in the least of course but the dynamic they were
playing now required her to act the part of the aggrieved Queen.  She had
learned how to put on many faces in her march across Essos as she conquered
that continent. 
“But, I am forgiving Queen Arya.  I will punish you later with my flogger and
cattail and cover your body with red marks from your master!”  Arya was
shivering in anticipation.  The slut was looking forward to her punishment!
Dany thought.  Let’s see how she truly felt about her approaching defilement “I
will then take my long thick dragon cock and ravage your pussy till it is
stretched out and fucked inside out.  I will fuck your pussy and stretch it out
with my big thick Dragon cock!  I will then take your asshole my Wolf.  I will
fuck your ass so hard and deep and make you clean your shit juice off my dick! 
You understand me Wolf!”
Arya was panting heavily now.  Her face glistened with a sheen of sweat.  Dany
thought that was much better.  Arya had a glassy look now and was shivering her
nipples about to burst with excitement.
“Will you submit Wolf?  Will you enjoy me fucking your shit hole hard and
deep?  You will love sucking your ass off my dick Wolf.  Right Arya?” the Queen
asked in a regal sneering tone.
“Woof Woof!” Arya weakly bleated out her head snapping harshly up and down in
her eager consent.
“Yes.  Your wolf was most bad Arya.  Believe me.  You will suffer!  Will you
take your punishment my sweet wolf?!
Dany had to break her stern look seeing Arya shake her head ‘yes’ so hard she
was afraid Arya might hurt her neck.  It was so cute Dany had to smile.  She
quickly put her royal stern visage back on her features.
“I will never ever everexpect for you revolt against me in the bedchamber and
wrestle my implements of punishment from my grasp.  You will never whip me
mercilessly as I beg for you to contin—I mean for you to stop you defilement of
my sweet innocent nature and body.  You will must definitely not cover me with
the red marks.  I will cover you with marks of my punishment and thou shall
never rise up and do the same to me.  You shall never slap my face, ass, tits
and cunt viciously as i will do so to you my wolf.  Conversely, You will not
drag me around by my hair with vicious jerks making me scream in pain as I will
do you—you fucking slut … will you Arya?  You will never ever everslap my face,
tits, cunt and ass cruelly with harsh cruel cupped hand slaps”
She saw Arya’s head turning and her eyes squinting and calculation coming into
Arya’s grey orbs as she tried to science out the proper answer.  She would
figure it out the Queen smirked to herself with a leer on her face.  Dany would
make sure of that.  She had always wanted to surrender her body to her female
lover she had taken as her wife.  But she had never trusted anyone enough to
completely let go of her emotions and soul.  She had played the physical games
but never let her heart truly open to another to get the truly deep connection
of full submission. 
Dany had never loved someone enough for that.  Now she did and she would submit
to Arya totally.  She would lower all her personal and emotional shields to
experience the full sensations and pleasures of being completely and totally
dominated.  She would feel the whip lashing her mercilessly as she wailed in
pain that would lead to so much pleasure.  She would relish Arya slapping her
face so hard and tying her up in ropes to strangle her tits and dig deep into
her pussy and up her ass cleft.  She had many games to play with her wolf girl.
Dany was both a sadist and masochist.  She was a total switch.  She sensed that
Arya was too.  She would coax out her Wolf’s truly dominate side.  A side she
would seek when Arya mounted her with her strap-on cock and fuck her like a
Direwolf birch in heat.  Yes, Dany had many such desires to play out with her
sweet but savage Wolf.
“I will have you know Arya that your confounded wolf simply would not leave me
quarters even though I had the most pressing needs.  I would be so wrought up
with desires to fuck you that I simply had to masturbate.  I couldn’t help
myself.”
She saw Arya looking shifty again.  Dany knew Arya was trying hard to feel
guilty but was not really succeeding at it.  They have both loved the spying
game and both new it.  They just had to admit it to each other.
“I could not stop myself from masturbating again and again, night after night,
in front of Nymeria as she sat or lied on her paws watching me flip and
jackknife from the orgasms I stroked out my kitty and asshole.  I could not
stop myself of dreaming of you.  I had to make myself cum seven or eight times
at night, each night, to relieve the ache you put in my belly and fuck holes
(Arya whined loudly at that) I never said your name.  It was my secret.  To
fuck myself and keep it secret in case any fucking sparrows or moths were
around.  You did that to me Arya … and my sweet wolf never even knew it … now
you do!”
She saw Arya glance back at Nymeria.  She did not look too guilty about it. 
Good.  Dany had enjoyed each night of her masturbating in front of Arya as she
warged into Nymeria to watch her Queen fuck herself.  It had felt so glorious
to fuck her pussy and asshole hard and deep and know that Arya was watching her
fuck herself nearly bowlegged each night.  That avid attention had to have
meant the girl wanted Dany’s body the Queen had hopefully deduced.  Her
thoughts and desires had been proven right!
“The way you are staring at me is how Nymeria stared at me.  Such focus.  It
was almost as if you had been warged into Nymeria.  But you would never do that
would you Arya?  Spy on me like that?  Watching my cunt gushing out hot cum and
my face, chest and breast scarlet with blood rush from orgasms thinking of
you.  I know you too well to even conceive of that thought.”
Arya gulped and shook her head ‘no’ weakly.  She was not so successful in not
looking guilty at the moment.
“Gods I wish you had been warged into Nymeria so you could have watched, heard
and smelled my orgasms.  It would have been so hot.  I so loved fucking my cunt
until it burned with spent passion for you.  I fucked my cunt so hard I had to
walk gingerly sometimes the next morning.”
Dany sighed theatrically.  “The things you make me do Arya Stark.”
She saw Arya squirming big time now.  She was keeping a secret and was so
busted and did not even know it!  Dany was so enjoying this moment.
Suddenly Dany’s demeanor changed and was in commanding royal mode again “Now it
is time you make up for the past sins of your wolf Arya Stark!”  Dany had had
her fun but now it was time for pleasure she thought to herself!
Arya gulped but stared at Dany’s cunt with her tongue out her mouth panting in
raw lust.  “You will suck you Queen off and make her howl like your name sake. 
Do you understand wolf?!”
Arya woofed and pawed at Dany’s knee again while staring with hot lust at
Dany’s bright pink swollen snatch.  She inhaled deeply again and whined
shivering smelling her woman’s hot musk flooding her flaring nostrils.  Arya
did not have to fake her body shaking all over from primal want for her sweet
Dragon.  Her mouth was truly drooling in thirst for more of her Queen’s sweet
drooling gash.
Dany slowly snaked her hands down her hard muscled belly enjoying hot hotly
Arya’s eyes followed her hands.  The girl’s eyes were nearly crossed she stared
at her Queen with such focus and want.  The Queen enjoyed the feel of her
fingers gliding down her belly.  The Valyrian rubbed her belly and stroked her
ribs taking her time to get to her cunny.  Dany saw no reason not to pleasure
herself a little before she proceeded in her drama play with Arya.  She had
always loved stroking her perfect firm young body.
After a minute or two of slow detours around her belly, along the crevices
between her ribs and up to trace the outline of the globes of her breast making
her breath hitch the white haired blond moved her hand slowly down her
palpating belly to her mound.  Arya had been whining the whole time and pawing
the Queen showing her impatient need to devour some sweet pussy.  The Queen
slowly ran her fingers up and down her drooling slit as her fingers became
soaked in her running effluent.  Arya was truly panting now.  Her face sheened
with fuck perspiration as her body shivered waiting to feast.
Dany slowly hooked her fingers in her slit and pulled back slowly tilting her
pelvis forward.  Her hot bright red sopping wet cunt hole was opened up.  Her
inner whorls all folded over each other in her honey pit.  Her inner folds
slimed with creamy smears of white fuck cream.  Her breathing made her inner
flower part and clutch before Arya’s again glassy eyes.
“Do you see something you want Arya?” Dany softly husked looking down at Arya
rising up on her knees getting her face closer to Dany’s drooling clam shell. 
Dany loved the smell of her own cunt slamming into her nostrils.  Her nipples
pulsed and her cunt ached for attention.  The Queen lewdly rotated her hips to
lift her pussy to her lover.  Her cunt hole wide open to Arya’s mesmerized
eyes.
“Do you see something you want wolf?  Huuuummmm?  Tell me Arya—say lewd and
nasty words for me … prove to me you want my hot wet cunt in your mouth.  Show
me you want to devour my aching quim and feast on my sloppy camel toe.”
“Ohhhhh Dany!” Arya shivered and gasped finding her human voice. She shook hard
gathering her wits.  “I want to suck your beautiful swollen cunt so good Dany. 
I will munch on and tongue fuck it deep with my tongue.  I will suck your clit
down my throat and ram my tongue deep into your hot wet twat … I will make you
scream so hard Dany … I will make your cunt explode and tear itself inside out
in my mouth …” Arya softly mewled looking up at Dany’s orchid all swollen and
deep pink.  Arya was slowly inching her face closer to Dany’s festering quim.
Suddenly Dany put her right palm on Arya’s forehead and pushed her head back. 
“Whine for it Arya.  Show me you are my bitch!  Beg for it!”  The Valyrian
adjusted her left hand so her split fingers between her ring and middle fingers
pushed her cunny open still showing her hot wet clutching fuck hole.
“Dany puuhhlleeasseeee! Give me your pussy plleaaseeeeee!  Let me suck your
beautiful hot wet cunt meat—IIIIII need it so baaadddddd!  Plleeasseeeee!” All
the while Arya pushed her head harder against Dany’s palm jammed into her
forehead. 
Arya did not force her head up overpowering Dany’s resisting palm.  She was
enjoying the game way too much for that.  Gods she loved being submissive with
Dany.  This game of submission had Arya in a lather.  She was finding she
deeply enjoyed submitting.  Of course, there was two sides to any coin the
teenager thought to herself smugly.  She smirked evilly in her mind with that
thought.  Paybacks would be a bitch!
“Pleaseeeee Danyyyy!  You’re just being mean to me!”  Arya pouted like a three
year old her bottom lip stuck out.  She pushed up harder with her head but Dany
pushed her head down.  She whined and pawed Dany’s inner thigh.  To have Dany’s
pussy so close to her mouth and not being able to devour the sweet pussy
humping before her face was putting Arya into a frenzy of want and need.  She
shuddered and pushed up harder against the Queen’s hand.  Arya made sure though
to not use too much force.  She was to submit not conquer. 
Her bitch master smiled down at her serenely enjoying Arya’s torment!  Dany
made a show of pushing Arya’s head back and down showing her dominance.  Arya
whimpered while she pushed up against the force pushing her head down.  She let
Dany easily push her head back away from her pussy.
“Dany pleaseeeee baby I need to suck your cunt … to drink down your cum … gods
I love your slimy wet cunt meat in my hot sucking mouth baby!  Ppllleasseeeee!”
“I don’t know Arya.  I’m not convinced!” Dany sing-song down to a very
frustrated Arya.  She felt Arya pushing harder up with her head again against
Dany’s resisting palm.  Arya’s mouth literally drooling with want and need.
“DDDAANNYYYYY! Pppplle—“
“Suck” was Dany’s simple soft spoken command lifting her hand off Arya’s
forehead.  “Aawwoogggg!” she cried out with the force of Arya’s face slamming
into her wet cunt and burying itself deep into her vulva.  Arya worked her head
furiously lapping hard opening up Dany’s slit and sucking her clit deep into
her mouth and voraciously sucking on it with cheek dimpling harsh deep throat
love sucks in her ravenous fuck hunger.  Her forced postponement of her dining
on slimy cunt meat had Arya in a frenzy of hot sucking.
"Hhhhnnggg hhhnnnn hhnngg auugggg … Oh gods, yes! Ohnngg gods ...yessss!" Dany
gagged in helpless pleasure as she felt Arya move her hands behind Dany’s
strong legs and grip hard anchoring her body.  Arya lapped furiously licking
and sucking in on Dany’s labia lips making the Queen whoop and shake with raw
pleasure.  Dany’s hands came up and cupped her breasts and ground the palms of
her hands into her nipples.  The pressure and friction making her nipples burn
with hot flushes of heat and pleasure.  She used her fingertips on the inner
side of her breasts and the ball of her hands on the outer side of her breasts
to squeeze in hard pulping her firm tits.  The pressure sent arcs of ecstasy to
her screaming clit.
Arya was licking her slit furiously her nose brushing into and jacking her
shiny clit nubbin out its sheath.  “Ohhhh Arya … fuck baby—eat my gash honey!
Slurp up my cum!”
“Hhhhuuurssslllppp! Wwwwhhooouurrrsssllllppp! Sssuurrrppppp! Ssssuurrrppp!”
Arya sucked with a loose lip lock on Dany’s upper cunt her tongue flailing the
sloppy wet quim sucked deep into her mouth.  Her tongue slapping and gigging
sweet sopping wet pussy meat.  The sweet nectars filling her mouth with
ambrosia that she gulped down in gleeful gulps.  Her slut groaned deep in her
chest her cunt circling aggressively up into Arya’s hot sucking gobbling
mouth. 
Arya loved the feel of her head rocking back with the force of Dany’s
instinctive humping of her pelvis up into the mouth devouring it.  Arya was so
much in love.  She had dreamed of this every night for over five years and the
reality was so much better than her vivid dreams.  Her face was soaked in
Dany’s flowing snail snot.  The Queen’s vulva totally engulfing Arya’s mouth
her lips hidden from Dany’s eyes.  Arya’s tongue bulging the vulva out of the
Queen as Arya hard licked her tongue up and down the drooling slit and tongue
lashed the hard nubbin of her woman.
She released Dany’s upper cunt and lowered her head and shoved her long tongue
up into the fiery cauldron of Dany’s cum filled honey hole.  She stabbed her
tongue in hard and deep.  Her face and nose pounding Dany’s now dark pink mons
as she curled her tongue to scoop out hot tongue fulls of slimy hot wet cum.
 Arya’s mouth filled with the sweet heavenly elixir before she swallowed in
convulsive reflexive gulps of elation.  Each hot mouthful of Dany’s cunt juice
made Arya moan deep in her chest in gluttonous glee.
Arya moved her head forward even more and locked her lips on Dany’s love hole
with a tight Dorne kiss.  Her tongue flailed and churned the slimy petals in
Dany’s hot burbling cunt.  Arya’s feasting making obscene wet slurps and suck
noises as she feasted on wet gash.
“Oh Arya! Oh baby! Aaaggggg unngg hhnnggg … Keep fucking my cunt baby! 
Goddssdaammnnn you tongue feels so good deep in my cunt baby!  Ohhhhnnn
...ohhnnnn ...gods, it's so good!" Dany moaned, twisting, looking down at
Arya's head hammering forward and back slamming her tongue deep up her drooling
clam shell.  Suddenly Arya mashed her head into Dany’s vulva again flaring it
around her mouth as it worked in deep and she sucked in a big mouthful of hot
sopping wet red cunt meat.
Arya munched on the sweet slimy folds sucked into her mouth as her eyelids
fluttered closed in pure happiness eating her dragon out like she had dreamed
of for so long.
Arya thought of something she liked to do masturbating and worked out how to do
it eating out Dany’s steamy sweet fuck hole in her current kneeling position. 
Her head was jacked back hard now as Dany worked her swollen muff more and more
desperately into Arya’s mouth.  Dany’s hands that had been pleasuring her tits
and rubbing along her belly and ribs hedonistically had a new quest.  She now
had one hand resting on Arya’s head her other hand running all over her own
face and purring with pleasure. 
Arya had seen Dany many times while warged into Nymeria stroke her face with a
hand soaked in her own cum smearing her cream all over her face before sucking
off the cream on her fingers while purring.
Arya brought her right hand up and pointed down placing it on Dany’s belly and
slide it down.  She forked Dany’s clitoral hood and squeezed in hard squirting
her Queen’s clit fully out its sheath all shiny pinkish white and wet. 
She saw Dany’s eyes bulge out at the sweet friction and pressure as Arya
scissor Dany’s clitoral hood with her slow pumping in pressing fingers. 
"Unhhh! Unhhh!" Dany panted, tossing her head, squirming, her hips jerking
spastically in phantom fuck-motions. "Oh gods! Please! Arya—auuuggg unnngg
hhnnggg ...please!"
Arya smirked into the cunt meat she was happily tongue stabbing.  This always
slew her jangling clit and she knew it would Dany.  She sucked more fiercely on
Dany’s cunt hole siphoning sweet cunt meat and creamy cum into her mouth as her
woman’s body began to spasm and clench with the rising pulses of orgasms rising
from deep within her belly.  Arya forked squeezed Dany’s clitoral hood putting
friction and pressure on the shiny nubbin jutting out its sheath.
Arya constantly glanced up.  Dany’s mouth had fallen open into a helpless O of
soundless cawing as her face slashed constantly with spasms of fucking bliss. 
Arya watched Dany’s head move in small circles on her jerking neck.  Dany
started to chuff had.  Sweat was running down her body in rivulets.  Arya loved
how Dany’s tits jiggled and swirled on her chest with her body jerking and
spasming.
Arya brought her left hand up and rolled her fingers over Dany’s twat
lubricating her fingers with her lover’s fuck juice.  Her fingers now slicked,
Arya placed the flat of her fingers on Dany’s clit.  The clit standing out its
sheath tall and proud from Arya’s squeezing fingers of her right hand.  With no
warning she started to rub her fingers in blur right and left will pressing in
with her hand’s fingers squirting Dany’s clit high out its sheath.  Arya’s
fingers were a blur whipping right and left jacking and brushing hard into and
over squirted up clit from the fingers pressing in on Dany’s clitoral hood.
The affect was immediate Arya’ happily saw.  The breath whooshed out of Dany’s
lungs “Hwwwoogggg! Hhuu huunn!” Dany’s body began to shake violently as her
body stiffened at the same time.  Her eyes then shocked wide open and her womb
exploded deep in her body.
"HHNNGGGEEEEIIII! MMNNGGHHIIEEEEEE!” Dany screamed an unadulterated wail of
fucking bliss.  Her body half folded over and jerked up and down as Arya
continued to wolf suck on the Targaryen’s fuck hole.  Hot pulses of sweat cum
filled her mouth with hot scalding dollops of delicious cum.  Arya’s fingers
jacked off her sweet wailing Queen’s clit mercilessly.  “OOOWWGGGGGGGG! 
HHHNNGGGGGGGGG!” Dany screamed in almost agonizing pleasure.  Arya was
convulsively swallowing the sweet cum flooding her mouth.  Arya watched the
queen’s breast swirl and flip on her bucking torso.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhnnnn!" Dany moaned, Arya could feel Dany’s ass cheeks clenching
as Dany slammed her back into the curtained wall and spamsed with horrendous
convulsions of agonizing pleasure "Ohnggg! Mnnnggauuuunngguuuu! Oh! Unghh!
Auungghhiiii!" Dany’s lean athletic body convulsed by sharp spasms of bucking
fucking bliss "Ungghhhmmmnnggiieeeee!" she cried out, her lovely young body
straining, arching, and shuddering as she continued to cum hard.
Arya was in heaven drinking down what cum she could.  She could feel thick
smears of cum on her chin and cheeks and rivulets running down her throat.
Dany began to weaken as her body still shook with pulses of her orgasm that was
only now beginning to fade.  Her body leaned against the wall for support.  The
Queen’s legs wobbly and shaky.  Her belly hitched and spasm with harsh
aftershocks rippling out her spent womb.  Dany’s head lulled to the side as she
gulped for breath from her hard exertions.  Sweat ran down her body all over in
trickles that dripped off her jiggling breast and down her face.
Arya pushed Dany’s legs wider with her shoulders and released her love suck on
her lover’s swollen drooling couchie.  Arya got a grip on Dany’s sweaty ribs
and gripped her lover’s body hard and pushed Dany’s limp body up and wormed
Dany’s legs onto her shoulders.  She loved the sweat on Dany’s body and her wet
clamshell pressed into her throat.  She ran her hands up and gripped Dany’s
body near her armpits.  Then she ran her grip up underneath Dany’s armpits.
Arya had a stout build with thick warrior legs and wide hips and wide
shoulders.  Her body muscled from her years of warrior training.  With her
warrior’s strength she slowly rose up to her feet carefully holding Dany
against her throat.  She felt Dany’s cum as it trickled down her chest from her
slut’s still pulsing cunny on her throat.
“So strong—oohhh my baby is so strong” Dany weakly mewled her hands clenched in
her lover’s sweaty lank hair.  She clenched her thighs on her lover’s ears
holding on with a languid smile on her face her belly all warm and filled with
sweet buttery pleasure.
Arya turned around and duck walked to her bed being very careful with her
precious cargo holding onto her head.  Dany gripped Arya’s head with her sweat
and cum soaked cunt and inner thighs from the front and Dany’s fingers were
threaded into Arya’s brown locks from the rear and fingers clenched into her
scalp.  Dany cooed and swayed in sweet happiness at her so strong wolf.
Such strength had the Queen melting deep in her belly.  She could not wait for
Arya to mount her like a bitch when she was in the rut.  To feel Arya abusing
her when they let their lovemaking take a hard sweet sadistic turn.
Arya got in front of her bed and reversed herself slowly kneeling down in front
of her bed.  She slowly settled Dany onto the bed. Dany leaned back in happy
bliss.  Dany purred stretching out and wiggled her sweaty body down on the
bed.  Arya settled down onto her ass on her heels before the bed.  She leaned
forward burying her face in her lover’s sopping wet cunt and started to lap up
and down the gooey trench.  Her tongue plowing sodden folds and raked over a
clit that had only begun to lessen but immediately pulsed and harden to diamond
hardness with the sweet tongue caresses and harsh love sucks on the hard
nubbin.
"Unh! Unh! Oh! Unngg!" Dany panted softly, her hips already rotating her aching
quim up into the mouth lapping up and down her trench licking and sucking wet
red cunt meat.  Arya now giving Dany’s clit short and then long hot sucks and
then licking over it with her tongue.  "Ohhnnnnn!" Dany moaned, twisting and
quivering with excitement. "Ohhhh yes ...Arya oh!"  Arya now sucked Dany’s clit
in and out her lips and tongue stabbed Dany’s shiny nubbin hard.
Arya remembered Margaery’s instructions.  One needed to vary ones technique
when making love.  They were new lovers but why not put into practice Sansa’s
lover’s sage advice.  Arya loved the feel of Dany’s clit underneath her rasping
tongue and the hard nubbin squirting in and out her sucking lips.
Arya brought up her left hand up and slowly slide two fingers deep into her
slut’s tight clenching cunt.  Dany whinnied feeling her twat stretched out on
the two fingers working deep up into her tight cunt pumping in and out gagging
her with pleasure.  Arya slowly pumped her fingers in and out the greasy creamy
cum filled fuck hole.  The sixteen year old loving the oily slippery folds of
Dany’s fuck hole slithering over her deep probing digits.  Arya slowly ramped
up the speed and force of her fingers plunging deep into Dany’s love box her
knuckles now rapping hard the Queen’s vulva shocking it.  The shocks going
straight to the Queen’s clit.
"Oh! Ohhhhhhnnn!" Dany moaned, twisting and churning her hips up into the mouth
and fingers of her teenage lover.  "Oh Arya! I ... I never felt like this! Oh
Aryaaaaaaa—uunggggg hhnngg hhnngg oohhhhhh ffffuuccckkkkkk!. You make me feel
so good. Do it to me. Please. Oh ... do it to me, yes! Huunngggg oohhhhh shit!
Aarrruunngggggg! Baby baby fuck meeeeee!”
Arya again brought her right hand into play.  The teen Wolf forked the Queen’s
clit again to put pressure and friction on her woman’s clit to add to her
pleasure.  Arya loved the feel of her fingers squeezing and squirting Dany’s
clitoral hood between her pressing jerking fingers of her right hand.
Arya heard the hot words of her love slut and now slammed her fingers hard and
deep into Dany’s belly her knuckles slam fucking the Queen’s vulva shocking it
hard now.  Arya looked up Dany’s belly and saw that Dany’s head was lulled over
her face slashing constantly with ecstasy.  Arya loved feeling her lover’s hot
tight pussy gripping her fingers with hot spasms as she buried her fingers deep
into her lover’s belly.
In and out Arya pumped her fingers the heat of Dany’s core intoxicating.  Her
right hand still jerked up and down forking Dany’s clit putting pressure and
friction on the rock hard shiny nubbin.  The pressure pressing the clit up and
out its sheath letting Arya suck fiercely on the fully exposed nubbin.  Her
lips riding up and down the hillock with her tongue tip polishing the clit
tip.  She sucked fiercely on Dany’s clit her cheeks hollowing out her with her
loving sucks on the shiny clit in her mouth.  She rocked her head adding hard
tongue lashes on the shiny nubbin.  “Aaauggg unnng hhnggg … oohhhhhh
goooddsssss soooo fucking good!”  Dany’s whimpers inspiring to Arya suck even
harder on the clit sucked deep in her mouth.
Dany’s hands came up to her breasts and her fingers pinched and rolled her
nipples and jerked on them.  Her breath hissed out her lips with the fierce
pleasure her pinched nipples filled her breast with.  She was humping her pussy
hard into Arya’s mouth.
For the next several minutes Arya feasted on Dany’s hot festering trim that
drooled and spasmed hot fuck juice over the fingers fucking the Queen’s hot
cunt.  Arya now slipped in a third fingers stretching out the pussy she was
finger fucking.  Arya moaned as she sucked off Dany.   Dany’s pussy was so hot
and tight on her pumping fingers.  She felt Dany’s core spasm and grip tight
her fingers stretching out the Valyrian’s tight snatch.  She felt cum running
down her wrist and forearm.  The cum dripping off hallway down her hard piston
fucking forearm plunging three fingers deep into Dany’s cunt with harpoon
strokes of pure love.
Arya ramped up now and slammed her fingers into Dany’s cum filled muffin.  Her
knuckles slamming hard into the vulva she was fucking.  She slowly twisted her
hand churning her fingers through the slimy fuck folds.  Her right hand was
jerking manically up and down working the Queen’s clit.  Arya thought randomly
being ambidextrous definitely had its advantages.  A smirk filled her face as
the thought tickled her.  Her two hands and mouth working in perfect concert to
fuck her sweet loving Dragon.
Dany’s spread legs began to twitch and spasm.  Arya took her right hand and
pressed down on Dany’s belly above her clitoral hood with the heel of her hand
and started to jam down as her fingers slammed fucked the greasy fuck hole of
the Queen.  Arya’s cheeks sucked in and out as she sucked and tongue gigged the
shiny hard nodule in her mouth.
Arya harpooned her finger violently into Dany’s honey pit that now sloshed and
slurped with cum splatters now splashing out the flooding pussy.  Arya watched
Dany cup her hands now and slam them down into her firm tits again and again
pulping them before rotating her palms down hard into her rigid nipples and
crinkled areolas.  “Hhmmfff uummngg uunngg ooh oohhh FFUCCKKK—AAWWOOOOGGGGGG!”
Dany screamed as her mind was shocked with scalding pulses of shattering
ecstasy.  Her womb felt like it was trying to tear out spasming camel toe.
Arya now slowed her pumping fingers to pause a fast heartbeat on the backstroke
so she could slam her and forward to fully harpoon her fingers into the now
exploding spasming trim of her woman.  Dany’s cunt hot spasming hard sucking
tight on the fingers pounding Dany’s love box.  Arya’s fingers felt like they
were broiling in cunt oil in a velvet sharply squeezing fist.
Arya felt hot gushes of cum spasming hard out of Dany’s immolating cunt. 
‘OOOWWWGGGGGAAAAA! FFFFUCCCKKKKKKK!” Dany roared her body flipping up off the
bed and slamming back down on the bed again and again as her fists slammed the
bed wildly.  Her tits flipped and whiplashed in on her chest.  "Oh!
Nnnnnggeeeee! Oh ...uummmmnnnggeeeee!" she cried out, flipping and straining,
shuddering violently as the spasms ripped through her.
Arya was moaning herself around the clit and cunt meat in her mouth.  She had
removed her right hand from Dany’s pussy so she could fully suck Dany’s
clitoral hood and pussy deep in her mouth.   Her mouth sucking with starving
voracious sucks of pure love.  Arya’s tongue slapping and gigging the rigid
shiny clit. 
Arya felt her face soaked in cunt juice flooding out around her fingers pumping
Dany’s spasming snatch.  Dany’s clit was diamond hard underneath her polishing
tongue.  Dany’s body flipped up off the bed high and bucked in the air her tits
whiplashing.  The Queen’s strong abdominals holding her body at forty-five
degree up off the bed as her body jolted as if she was gripping an electric
eel.  Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head as a second orgasm exploded
out her expertly fucked cunny
“Oh My Fucking Gooddddssssssss!” Dany screamed a high pealing wail of fucking
ecstasy.  “MMNNGGHHHIIEEEEE! Unnggggiiieeeeeeeeee! Uunngggghhhhhiiieeeeeee …
FUCK! FUCK! … Owwnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhh!” the Queen of Westeros screamed in
shattering ecstasy.  Her beautiful lithesome body convulsed wildly her whole
body convulsing.  Legs stretched out on the bed stiff and juddering like she
was being electrocuted.  Her heels now slamming the mattress with her toes
curled up hard.
Dany’s face was torn apart with dire slashes and contortions of pure fucking
bliss.  Dany lost it as her womb exploded and ripped apart deep in her belly. 
Her head snapped up and then back slamming the mattress as her legs were
kicking wildly now.  “AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHUUUUAAAAA! HHHNNGGGGNNNNGGGGG!” Dany
screamed her mind overloaded from her orgasm throttling her.  Her legs were
kicking helplessly jerking her sweaty body in convulsive jerks.    
Arya saw her lover’s body flushed pink from her throat to her breast.  Her
beast swollen with blood rush.  Dany wailed as her orgasm still hammered her
body and then her torso thudded back down to the bed as her orgasm suddenly
began to wan and now fled.
Arya released her love suck to not overwhelm her love’s rock hard clit.  Arya
slowed her finger pumping and slowly wormed them in all the way in to enjoy the
dying spasms working and gripping her buried fingers. Dany’s body was limp her
legs spread obscenely like a Lysian whore.  Dany was spent and Arya loved
knowing she had done it to her lover.
Arya licked up and down the spent slit of her woman and slowly pulled her
fingers out Dany’s cunt and watched a flood of cum hotly gush out her woman’s
cunt and soak her perineum and asshole.  She shivered at thoughts of being
nasty.
She got up and gripped Dany’s legs and slowly pivoted her lover onto her bed
and moved her to the middle of her bed and crawled up on the bed.  Arya lied on
her back.  She pulled Dany onto her body as the Queen’s body still shook and
shivered with strong aftershocks.  Arya loved the feel Dany’s relaxed body
pressed down onto hers.  Dany’s sweat soaked body soaking Arya’s skin with her
slut’s sweat and cum.  It made her feel even closer to Dany.
“I love you so so much Arya” Dany weakly mewled kissing Arya’s neck.  Arya held
her trembling lover and reveled in the closeness of their bodies all sweaty and
Dany’s groin and belly soaked in cum.
“Open your mouth and suck you cum off my fingers Dany.”  Arya smiled seeing her
woman tilt her head back opening her mouth.  Arya slide her cum soaked fingers
into the Queen’s mouth and watched the fingers closed on with Dany’s greedy
sucking lips.  Dany moaned sucking her own cum from Arya’s fingers she slowly
pumped up and down Dany’s tongue.  Dany sucked fiercely her body recovering
from her stunning orgasm. 
Tasting her own cum always did that to Dany.
She mewled when Arya removed her fingers from her mouth.  Arya held Dany to her
own sweaty body.  Dany nestled into Arya’ throat and kissed Arya’ sweet flesh
and murmured licking it.  Arya cooed.
“HHUUNNGGGGGGGG!” Arya screamed when Dany sucked in her pulse point and
viciously sucked on the tender flesh of Arya’s throat marking her as the
dragon’s slut.  Dany chewed on the sweet flesh and then lifted her mouth to
near Arya’s ear.  “AARRUUNNGGGGGGG!” Arya wailed again feeling Dany mark her
again as her slut.  Arya felt her belly turning to jelly and her cunt flooding
with fuck nectars.
Dany had been hammered and felt spent.  That changed the instant she felt her
Direwolf’s body pressed into her body.  Arya’s wet cunt pressed into her hip
and the feel of Arya’s bulb nipples jammed into her tits revived the groggy
Queen.  She looked down at her slut with burning purple eyes.
“Now the Dragon feasts Wolf!” Dany declared hotly scooting up and locking lips
with Arya.  She pried open Arya’s lips hungrily and slammed her tongue deep
into Arya’s mouth and hungrily sought out Arya’s tongue wetly wrestling the
slippery appendage and shoving it down to ram her tongue down her woman’s
throat.  Arya convulsed her eyes rolling into her skull and short jerking as
Dany pulled Arya’s body tight to hers.
Dany felt hot hunger fill her body.  Her wolf had pulverized her with ecstasy
and now it was her turn to feast on sweet succulent female flesh.  Gods it felt
so right to love a woman’s body.  Especially when that body was her sweet
passionate wolf Arya Stark. 
They had rolled onto their sides still kissing deeply.  Dany brought hands up
and dug her fingers into Arya’s pulpy plum nipples and mashed in hard rolling
and squeezing the pulpy mass of Arya’s plum nipples.  “Unngggmmfff Mmppgggfff
mmuummfff!” Arya cried out into the mouth devouring hers as her Queen filled
her nipples with white hot ecstatic heat of broiling pulses of fucking ecstasy.
 Arya writhed as her breasts filled with hot pulsing ecstatic heat.  Dany’s
tongue speared down Arya’s throat as her eyes jerked back into her skull again
and rolled around in helpless pleasure.
The Queen swiped Arya’s tonsils before finding Arya’s tongue again twinging
them again.  The wet slippery tongues flipping around in Arya’s mouth.  She
drilled underneath Arya’s tongue and licked the roof of Arya’s mouth. 
“Aaauunffffff! Mmpphhfffff! Uummppffff! Ummmppffffff!” Arya chuffed loudly into
the mouth devouring hers.
Dany moved one hand behind Arya’s back and pulled her into her body so they
tits mashed and rolled into their mates.  Their hands found each other’s hair
and pulled mouths tight as heads tilted over to let tongues wetly wrestle deep
in Arya’s mouth. Dany then gripped Arya’s body and pushed Arya onto her back
and mounted Arya’s.  Arya was bottom now and Dany avidly topped her.  Arya
found being submissive with Dany was equally a turn on as dominating her
woman.  They humped into each other.  Their drooling clam shells leaked hot
slimy cum all over each other’s groins and hips.  Their bodies rolling right
and left slightly as Arya rocked her body as the two lovers snooged fiercely. 
Dany felt Arya pry her body back and push Dany up.  Arya urged Dany to sit up
and straddle her waist with her wet cunt resting on Arya’s hard muscled body. 
Arya took Dany’s hands and urged her to open her hands up.  Arya then brought
the queen’s hands to her mouth and drooled copious spit all over them till spit
was dripping of the Queen’s palms.
Dany looked at her with throbbing eyes wondering what Arya had in mind.
“I love to abuse my nipples. To crush and pulp them.  Then rub them so fucking
hard.  It makes them fill with fire and sets my cunt to flooding” she softly
husked to her lover.  Dany watched Arya lean back her upper torso back into the
bed as Arya looked up at Dany with want and need.  She pulled the queens hands
forward to six inches over her swollen nearly bursting plum nipples.  Arya
moved her hands to put them over Dany’s hands.
They locked eyes.
Thump! Thump!
Without warning Arya’s fingers clawed into the back of Dany’s hands and slammed
them down into her swollen stiff rubbery nipples.  Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Arya cried out in ecstasy.  Arya lifted and slammed the queen’s hands so hard
into her nipples pulping them.
She then rubbed the Queen’s spit soaked palms back and forth over her wildly
pulsing nipples.
Awwnnggghh! Oh! Oh yes! Harder! Unghh! Aungghh!”  Arya released her hands and
Dany knew what to do.
Now solo, Dany lifted her hands and slammed her slightly cupped palms into her
slut’s nipples so engorged and medium brown with hot pumping blood her nipples
rock had jutting out the engorged areolas all rolled and rubbery.  The Queen
loved the feel of Arya’s plum nipples compressing and flattening underneath her
hard striking palms.  The spit making the contact so obscene wet and loud.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Ohhhnnnn ...ohnnnnn god, Dany, oh! Yes! So fucking hard! … unngg unggg! Yes!
Ungghhh! Ohhhnnn ...aanngghhiieeeee!" Arya shrieked in scalding ecstasy.
Dany needed to give Arya some loving to leaven the pain she was giving Arya. 
Even if it was pain that Arya craved.  Dany lifted her hands away and siphoned
Arya’s abused so swollen left nipple deep into her mouth and suckled on the
abused teat and rolled her tongue over the abused nipples.  She worked her head
right and left soft suckling on engorged teats.  Arya gagged in helpless
pleasure her eyes rolling back into her skull and short jerking feeling Dany
move from nipple to nipple and loved sucked the pulpy plums deep into her mouth
and tongue lathed.  Arya’s face seeming to crumple in shocking ecstasy from her
abused and loved titties.
"Oh gods ...ohhhh baby yes oh oh!" Arya gasped, writhing again as the hot bliss
flooded her body.  Arya threw her head back and keened in ecstasy her plum
nipples were so sensitive and hotly throbbing with sheer pulses of searing
bliss.  The painful whacks of Dany’s palms striking her engorged plum nipples
had primed them to pulse out shocking waves of ecstasy with Dany’s loving
sucks.  She watched as Dany moved her head right and left and feasted on Arya’s
plum nipples.  The Queen stroked Arya’s bursting nipples with her tongue and
fiercely sucked on as she watched Arya’s face slash and hard grimace with
ecstasy.
“Again Dany again” Arya grunted her body writhing.  Dany smiled. Her lover was
such a slut who liked her loving rough.  Dany brought her hands to her mouth
and soaked them in more bubbly spit. 
Dany backed up to a sitting position and brought her hands up and slammed down
on Arya’s chest pulping her lover’s nipples filling them with fire with her
striking palms for a few seconds of hard down slaps and then rubbed the spit
soaked palms on her lover’s squirting nipples.  The sounds of her palms
smacking down onto Arya’s tits and chest shocking loud in her bedroom. 
Then Dany suckled on the abused nipples making her lover squeal in pleasure
arching her back.  Arya cupped the back of the Targaryen’s head.  Arya jacked
her woman’s head and stuffed her nipple deep into Dany’s mouth.  Dany short
sharp sucked with cheek hollowing love sucks on the abused plum nipples.  Her
tongue gigging the bursting plum nipples relentlessly from all angles.
Arya’s body bucked and her face slashed with almost crippling pleasure.  Her
head coming up to look down at her lover working her tits so sweetly.
Dany ran her hand down her slut’s belly and slowly slide two fingers up into
the soupy cauldron of Arya’s hot buttery cunt.  Arya groaned at the sweet
penetration and now slow pumping of Dany’s digits in out her slurpy cunt.  Dany
moaned feeling Arya’s hot heat gripping and milking her slow pumping fingers in
and out the hot cunt she slow fucked.  Gods Arya’s pussy was so hot, tight and
creamy with sizzling cum! Dany thought.
Arya worked her hips in a tight swirl working her pussy up to be fucked by
Dany’s fingers to drive them deeper up into her spasming cunt.  Arya chuffed
and mewled feeling her pussy squired and pumped with pure fucking ecstasy.  She
felt Dany’s fingers sliding so deep into her burbling leaking fuck hole.
Dany worked her wrist slowly pulling her cream soaked finger out her lover’s
wet cunt and twisted them back in deep with moderate force.     "Unh! Oh
...unh!" Arya panted, her body beginning to tense with desperate fuck need. 
Dany was in heaven feeling the pussy on her fingers that she had dreamed of
since their fight in the throne room.  All that violence was just a prelude to
this moment.  Their passion ignited then and consummated here in Arya’s bed.
The Queen watched for a minute her fingers pumping in and out the hot tight
pussy of her teenage lover.  The hot tight slippery heat so exquisite on her
deep pumping fingers.  Dany adjusted her body to come forward and up beside her
slut as she pressed into the side of Arya’s body.
Their lips had melded again and Dany worked her tongue into Arya’s mouth and
wetly wrestled her love’s wet long tongue.  Their nostrils flared and mouths
chuffed.  Dany picked up the pace and now slammed her fingers hard and deep up
into Arya’s spamsing cunt.  Arya broke the kiss.  She looked at Dany with big
eyes pulsing with hot fuck need.  Her body quivered in helpless want.  Arya’s
body quickly started to buck, clench, and then stiffening. "Fuck me, Dany, do
it! Do it now ...oh god! Oh! Eat me out Dany!  I need it so bad!"
How could Dany deny such a sweet entreaty?  She pulled her fingers out her
lover’s twat the long pale digits soaked in creamy effluent.  In a flash she
scooted over her sweet wolf’s quaking body and settled between Arya’s legs. 
She pushed Arya’s right quivering leg out and back and mashed her head down. 
Dany moaned filling her mouth with sweet sopping red cunt meat she sucked deep
into her ravenous mouth.  Dany hummed in contentment dining on sweet inner cunt
petals she tongued and then speared with her tongue as she started a slow fuck
motion with her head in and out.
"Unhh! Oh!" Arya gasped, her hips churning frantically as she felt Dany sucking
her cunt meat in and out her voracious mouth. "Oh gods girl yes oh god yes! Oh
Dany! Yes ...you know how to eat me out so good babbbbbyyyy, ungghh hhnnnnn
hhnngg hhnngg!"
Dany had removed her fingers changing position but reinserted her first two
fingers into her woman’s hot slimy fuck canal and pumped them in hard and out. 
Her mouth moved up and sucked hard on Arya’s clit that was jutted out its
sheath. She stabbed the hard nodule like a harpoon hurler.  Dany rolled the
clit around in her mouth giving it deep throat love sucks and spearing it all
over as she rolled it between her sensual lips.  All the while her right pumped
in and out as the Queen lunged her first two fingers hard and deep into her
sixteen year old lover’s cunt.
Dany smiled into the drooling clam shell she was devouring.  She slowly twirled
her fingers around in the slimy folds of Arya’s quim.  She rubbed along Arya’s
vaginal walls and fluttered her fingers scissoring through slimy wet inner cunt
folds.  The digits churning creamy snail snot.  She smiled when Arya gasped
when Dany’s fingers brushed over her sweet spot.  Dany ignored it for the
moment now having mapped it out.
Arya was writhing again on the bed her hips swirling up grinding her cunt into
Dany’s hot gobbling mouth.  Dany loved the strength of her lover.  Arya jammed
her pubic bone up into her mouth lifting it a fraction as Dany mashed down with
her own strength burying her mouth in Arya’s vulva that swallowed her pink lips
and hungrily hugged her cheeks and soaked Dany’s lower face in cum.  Cum that
now trickled down her throat and to her upper chest.
For the next few minutes Dany fucked her woman’s hot steamy cunt and dined on
sweet clit and clit.  Her knuckles hammered into her sweetie’s mound
compressing it with her hammer thrusts of pure love.  Her fingers burying
themselves fully up to the webbing of her fingers soaked in creamy cum that
slavered the Queen’s digits and palm now as she harpoon fucked Arya’s frothing
fuck hole.  The Queen stroked Arya’s cunt hot and tight as spasms had her cunny
gripping hard on the long digits ramming hard and deep up the whorls and folds
of Arya’s fuck sleeve.
Dany was in heaven drinking down Arya’ now creamy effluent.  She felt the
tension rising in Arya’s body.  She was slamming her fingers into the twat that
hungrily sucked on her hard penetrating fingers.  Arya’s cunt slurped and
splattered as it got so wet.  Dany’s own mouth making wet slurps and smooches
of a woman devouring her woman’s cunt.
It was time for the love kill Dany thought to herself. 
Dany flipped her fingers over and angled them up.  Her rubbing fingers
instantly zeroed in on the spongy hillock they had earlier traced out.  She
loved how big and pronounced Arya’s g-spot was.  She now slammed her up angled
fingers into the rough textured spongy bundle of nerve endings on the frontal
wall of Arya’s love canal.  She grunted spearing the sweet spot and sucked with
all her force and love on Arya’s clit she had sucked deep into her mouth.
Dany’s head lifted with her voracious love sucks and her right hand upside down
showed her ring and little finger flexing hard as she now churned her first two
fingers deep and over her lover’s g-spot. 
Arya’s head jerked up off the bed and stared at Dany with one might think was
horror.  Her mouth was open and working soundless a stricken look on her sweet
wolf’s face.  Her arms and legs shot out stiff as boards and now juddered
wildly.  Dany smiled down at Arya and jammed even harder into Arya’s g-spot.
Arya’s head snapped down and slammed into the bed and her hands clawed into the
sheets and ripped up with maniacal jerks of her wrists.  Her heels started to
hammer the bed making it quake. 
Arya’s womb exploded as the tension shattered her cunt tearing it inside out. 
"FFFFUUUCKKKKKKKKK! OOOWWWGGGAAAAAA! AUUNNNGGHHH!" Arya screamed out, with
earsplitting intensity.  Her body bucked and flipped up and down as her hands
tore at the sheets.  Her heels stopped kicking and dug into the firm mattress. 
"Auunnggghhhh!" Arya cried out, her body shuddering and convulsing with
agonizing and beautiful spasms, her body bucking up off the mattress in her
throes of ecstasy. 
Dany continued her love assault with her fingers and lips still attached to
Arya’s throbbing pussy.  "Ounnggghh!  Oh yes!  Oh ...Dany!”  Arya’s lovely lean
body arched deep her spine threating to shatter. Her feet lifted her ass up and
Dany cupped her lover’s ass with her left hand to help Arya left her exploding
cunt into the air a few inches off the mattress.  Again and again Arya heaved
her exploding love box up into the mouth trying to suck it inside.  Then her
hips snapped down to the mattress where Arya writhed in a fit of killing
spasms.  "OHHMMMNNGGG!  AUUNNGGHHIIEEE!" she wailed her head jamming into the
mattress as her wails continued.
Dany felt scalding waves of hot cum gush out her lovers fuck hole and had her
palm soaked in cum that ran down over her hand and splattered off and ran down
her wrist.  Arya began to weaken and Dany backed off for twenty seconds letting
Arya think the love assault had stopped.  Dany had stopped gigging Arya’s g-
spot.  She only lightly lathed the diamond hard clit.  Arya whimpered her body
jolting with hard aftershocks that burned Arya’s clit and throbbing nipples
with fucking bliss.
Then the Queen launched a sudden flanking assault sucking Arya’s clit down her
throat and again harpooned the spongy raspy hillock of Arya’s g-spot.  The
Stark girl was still skimming down from her first orgasmic high. The renewed
assault hit her like sledge hammer blows from a black smith.
"Oh!  AUUNNGGHHH!  MMNNGGHHIIEEE!  Oh!  Oh! GGOOODDSSDDDDAAAMNNNNN!"  Arya let
forth an earsplitting roar and arched her back high again jamming her feet into
the mattress to lift her cunt up off the bed.    Dany scrunching up folded over
on her knees to keep her mouth and fingers doing their loving all to give Arya
heaven on Earth.  "Anngghhh!  Mnnngggiiiieeee!" Arya shrieked.  "Unggh! 
Mmnngggiiieee!" Arya wailed in soul crushing ecstasy.   All the while Dany
harpoon fucked Arya’s g-spot with relentless hammering strokes of pure love. 
Arya’s body after fifteen seconds collapsed back to the bed and then her body
flipped and surged as a third fierce orgasm rocked her.  "Anngghhhhh!" she
groaned.  "AAAARRRUNNGGGGGGG! OOOWWWGGGGGGGGG! AAAUURRROOOGGGGGGG!” Arya
screamed high pealing shrieks of killing ecstasy.  “Oh ...sweet gods!  Oh
...shit!  Unngghhh!  Oh gods!"
Dany’s fingers raked hard and fast with quick jerks of her fingers into Arya’s
raspy hillock of nerve endings.  The Queen’s exposed fingers jerking hard
showing how her first two fingers jammed into and raked over Arya’s g-spot
relentlessly.  Dany felt hot gushes of cum spasming out Arya’s exploding cunt. 
Arya was flopping like a fish out of water now making choking sounds of
helpless ecstasy.  Arya still trilling high pitched wails of crippling
ecstasy.  The Queen was intoxicated with Arya’s hot musk flooding her nostrils
as her pussy sloshed out hot gouts of steamy creamy cum that was soaking her
hand and wrist.  A huge wet spot now on the bed.  Dany needed more.  She needed
to show Arya only she could pluck her body and fill it with screaming ecstasy.
Dany scooted up fast onto her knees folded over.  She had her face over Arya’s
swollen cum soaked cunt.  Arya’s labia lips medium brown and her mons dark pink
with blood rush.  Her nipples looked like they might burst.  Her face, throat
and upper chest pink with her orgasm rush.  Dany brought up her left hand and
slapped Arya’s cunt hard again and again and then jammed her fingers onto
Arya’s clitoral hood and wildly shook her hand right and left masturbating
Arya’s clit wildly. 
Dany’s right hand still buried in Arya’s slimy wet twat.  The Queen had slowed
and then stilled her gigging fingers in her woman’s fuck hole.  Now Dany again
hard gigged Arya’s g-spot with relentless hard pounding strokes.  The Queen’s
fingertips slamming into and compressing the spongy raspy hillock of Arya’s g-
spot.
Arya’s neck arched high jamming the back of her head into the mattress.  Her
legs shoot out wide and her arms joined her legs shot stiff as wood.  Arya’s
fingers clawed into the sheets and her toes curled painfully.  Her face slashed
with agonizing womb rending ecstasy.  Her whole body was convulsing wildly and
her heels dug into the mattress lifting Arya’s ass off the bed offering her
cunt up to Dany.  The Queen took the love offering of Arya’s wet swollen cunt. 
Dany gigged Arya’s g-spot and swiped her clit without mercy.
A fourth orgasm exploded overtop the still jangling waning third orgasm with
Dany’s full on frontal assault of pure love.  "AAARRRUUNNNGGGGGG!
HHHHNNGGGGGGGG! Auunnghh!  Ohnggg!  MMNNGGGIIIIEEE!  Oh!  Oh! AUUNNGGHHH!" Arya
roared, her lovely face torn by excruciating spasms of intense pleasure.
 Arya’s lean muscled body convulsing with micro tremors up and down her
muscular frame.  Her cunt heaved up onto the fingers fucking her hard and
relentlessly prolonging her pleasure. 
Arya went multiple orgasm as Dany did not relent in pleasuring her g-spot and
clit with her fingers.  Her epic strength allowing her to keep working her
fingers with wild flexes and swipes of her fingers.  "Annnmmmgghiieee!" Arya
cried out, very loud, very piercing.  Her left fist slammed the bed and her
right hand tearing at the sheets.  “Aaaawwwogggggg! Unngghhhiiiieee!
Mmmmnnggghhiieeee!” Arya shrieked her pussy now on fire as it tried to tear
itself inside out as her womb shredded itself deep in her belly.  Her face
contorted with what almost amounted to horror at the fierce shock of her new
orgasms, but then quickly overspread with a sublime smile of ecstasy. 
"Ommwwmmggg!  Oh sweet old gods oh shit oh shit oh gods ohhhhhhhh! 
Ummngghiiieeee!" she squealed again, her body now undulating instead of
convulsing the long undulations rolling through her quivering flesh like
shockwaves, her yelps and squeals melting into moans of bliss. 
Arya went boneless and she was nearly comatose with pleasure.  She hissed and
her pelvis shied away from Dany’s fingers.  Dany knew she had taken Arya’s
pussy to its limit for now.  She ceased her loving ministrations.
Arya was hiccupping and weeping softly her body overwhelmed with pure pleasure
and Dany’s love.  Dany removed her cum soaked fingers from Arya’s tired slack
quim.  She scooted up and snuggled into Arya’s body melding into her side.  She
had pulled the covers up with her.
Arya swooned.  Her body overwhelmed with the raw overwhelming pleasure Dany had
filled her body with.  She said in a weepy voice “I love you Daenerys
Targaryen.  Please don’t ever stop loving me—I couldn’t live without your love
now.”
Dany now cried.  She held her lover tight to her body and threw her leg over
Arya possessively.  She threaded her cum soaked fingers into Arya’s brown
tresses.  She was marking Arya as her. She snaked her left hand down Arya’s
sweat soaked belly and cupped her swollen puss and let the weeping pussy soak
her hand. 
“I will never leave you my sweet wolf.  Only the Dragon can truly love the
Direwolf.  Our families are linked by history and passion.  We will be what
Rhaegar and Lyanna should have been.”
Arya cooed and looped her arms around Dany and pulled her tight to her body. 
“My pussy and nipples are on fire.  What did you do to me babbbyyyy!  My belly
feels like it is filled with melted butter.  I have never felt so content, at
peace and in love.”
She bent in and kissed Dany’s temple.
“I gave you g-spot orgasms Arya.  No one can love you like me Arya.  Only I can
pluck your body like that and fill you with ecstasy!  Only Me!” the Queen
almost snarled with her passion. 
Arya was hers and hers alone!
Arya cooed and wiggled into Dany’s hot sweet body.  “Yes Dany.  Only the Dragon
will ever touch me.  No other person will touch me.  Only you Dany.  Only you.”
Dany stroked her lover’s scalp with her cum soaked fingers.  She hummed an old
Valyrian lullabye from her childhood.  Back when Viserys was still a brother
capable of being loving.  Arya was soon asleep pulling Dany’s body closer into
hers.
Dany’s left hand was absolutely soaked in cum from Arya’s swollen puss still
leaking out cum from her ruptured womb. 
Dany brought that hand up and threaded her left hand into Arya’s hair working
down to her scalp.  She felt the cum on her fingers soaking into Arya’s hair
matting it.  She was marking her woman as her slut and hers alone.
She smiled.  She would love washing Arya’s hair in the morning.
/////////
Arya felt so alive.  Her soul was floating on a sea of happiness.  Her very
pours were invigorated.  Her and her love had spent the entire day and evening
making love.  It had been everything she had dreamed it would be.  Her dreams
had come true.
She was walking down the hall back to her room.  They had stopped off in
Daenerys room that she had been given.  The Targaryen and got out some
breeches, Dothraki high laced sandals and a dress top.  The Queen and Arya were
in simple shifts.  They had met a flushed Margaery and Sansa coming out of the
royal bath as they were going in.
They were wrapped only in towels.  The towel on Sansa did not reach all the way
down her ass cheeks.  Arya turned her head to see that only half of Sansa’s ass
was covered.  Sansa saw both her and Dany literally checking her assets.  Sansa
was glowing from within.  Margaery was also glowing but had a knowing glint
seeing the Queen and her lover.
Sansa turned beet read.  Margaery did not help reaching down and using the
short towel length to cup and squeeze Sansa’s camel toe possessively. 
“Unggg—Margaery!” Sansa whined.  Sansa went brilliant red now.  Arya’s own face
went hot turning red at the blatant sexuality before her.    
Her sister had been boning in the royal bath chambers.  She bent over to look
into the room and saw a vast amount of water splashed all over the floor.  When
Arya looked back at her sister, somehow her sister had turned even more red if
that was possible.
Margaery and Dany both laughed at Sansa who whined and looked scandalized.
“You have to forgive my Sansa” Margaery chirped “I am still trying to instill
in her that fucking is totally okay—to do so in public and let others see our
love—it’s how we express our love for each other Sansa” Margaery intoned.  “To
not be embarrassed when other’s see us and know we have been fucking heatedly
and repeatedly.”
“Margaeryyyyy!” Sansa whimpered looking around scandalized. 
Arya was furiously trying to suppress her own embarrassment but felt the flush
slowly creeping up her neck and now flushing her face.
Dany and Margaery were so comfortable with their sexuality.  Arya looked around
trying to look worldly.  At least she wasn’t dying like Sansa.
Margaery asked if they could share a light meal together in her and Sansa’s
bedchamber later.  Dany accepted for all.  Sansa was still fretting and trying
to subtly fan her heated face.  Arya would follow Dany wherever she went.
They had parted with an agreement to meet later in the evening.  Dany was
anxious to get to know the couple better.  Sansa and Margaery would be her
sister-in-laws very soon.  She couldn’t wait to marry Arya and into the Stark
family.
Sansa and Margaery went down the hall hand and hand.  They watched Margaery
saddle into Sansa’s side and her hand move down to Sansa’s rump and squeezed
it.
“Margaeryyyyy hehehehe” Arya heard her sister twitter.  Arya noticed that Sansa
did not try to remove the Tyrell’s hand.  Yes, there was hope for her prudish
sister yet.  Arya hoped to shred her inner prude as soon as possible.
Dany and Arya smirked at the retreating couple.  They had not told the pair of
lovers that they had arrived earlier to bathe in the royal bathing chambers. 
They had heard loud moans coming out of the chambers and had snuck in to peak
around the corner to the sunken bathing pool.  Dany watched intently with
carnal pleasure on her face.  Arya looked in at what was occurring with an open
mouth.
Arya had known that Sansa and Margaery were in the room fucking but seeing
their naked bodies wet and glistening with water had them looking like river
nymphs come out of the springs of Winterfell.
Sansa had her body laid out on the wide tiled border that surrounded the
bathing shallow pool.  Her body nude as her name day.  Sansa’s back was arched
her cone shaped tits splayed on her chest and compressed by her forearms as her
hands reached down to thread in the long brown locks of her lover.  Margaery
nude body sitting on the last step leading up to the border of the pool.
Her body leaned down with her face pressed to Sansa’s clitoral hood.  The
Tyrell’s mouth glued to the base of the knotted hood.  She had sucked in
Sansa’s clit deep into her mouth.  Her cheeks hollowing out and showed her
tongue whiplashing over the wet clit sucked deep in her mouth.
Arya was shocked by what she was seeing.  Not Margaery’s sucking her sister’s
cunny.  It was what the Tyrell was doing with her right hand!  It was
completely buried in her sister’s pussy!  Arya stood slacked jaw looking in on
her sister and her woman.  She watched Margaery pull her arm back so she just
saw the bottom of Margaery’s hand pulled out her sister’s cunt hole.  She could
tell that Margaery had balled her hand into a fist.
Then Margaery grunted as she slurped on her sister’s clit and rammed her
twisting fist deep into her sister’s belly.  Sansa’s head lurched up her face
filled with seeming fierce agony.  Arya knew better.  It was the agony of
ecstasy.  Again and again Margaery pulled her hand back after violently ramming
it up Sansa’s stretched out cunt and slam it back up her sister’s birth canal. 
Sansa’s cunt riding up three or four inches up Margaery’s wrist.  A wrist
creamed thickly with cum and a cum ring where the deepest penetration was on
Margaery’s forearm.
Arya was slacked jawed.  She had spied on all the lesbian and bisexual women at
Winterfell and had never seen this.  Had never imagined such a thing.  Now that
she had she was stunned.  She felt warmth on her ear.
“It’s called fisting Arya” Dany whispered into her ear.  “It is divine.  It
makes you cum so hard.  Soon we will fuck like that Arya.  I can see that
Margaery is a total slut like me.  You know where else I am sure Margaery has
fisted Sansa, Arya?”
Arya turned to look at her lover with a look of question.
“Up her ass” Dany softly husked to Arya.
Arya felt her face flush, her eyes wide open like saucers her mouth hanging up
she looked at Dany in shocked wonder.
“I can’t wait for you to bury your fist up my shithole Arya.  You will bury
your fist and forearm up my ass and make me die from it.  I will cum so fucking
hard for you my wolf.”
Arya looked at Dany watching her with a look of mirth and wanton hope.
“Do you want that too Arya?” Dany asked in a soft questioning tone.  Her face
hopeful.
“Yyyyeeessssssss!” was Arya’s sibilant hiss.  Her asshole clenched in wanton
need.
“Do you want to feel my tongue, fingers, strap-on and fist plowing deep up your
ass my sweet Direwolf.  I can promise you will being doing all those sweet
things to me my wolf.”
“Ohhhhh Dany yeessssss!  I will take your asshole as you will take mine” Arya
croaked.
They both ceased talking as they watched the sweet end fuck between Sansa and
Margaery.
“Hhhrrruulllppp! Hhrrrllssllrrppp! Sslluurrrpppp! Sssslluurrrppp!
Hhhuurrlllpppp!” Margaery’s love slurps on Sansa’s clit and its hood was almost
echoing off the stone walls of the bathing chamber.  Margaery’s head moving up
and down as she loosely lipped Sansa’s clit.  Her loose lips making obscene
noises her loose lips vibrating filling Sansa’s clit with ecstasy.
Sansa was chuffing hard and crying out.  Her head lifted up to look down over
her flat belly.  She watched Margaery suck her clit so hot and furious.  The
tall redhead felt her lover’s fist slamming into her cervix over and over.  She
could feel her lover’s fist bulging her pussy hole wide open with Margaery
nearly pulled her fist out her slut’s cunt only to ram it viciously up into her
baby’s belly twisting her fist to ram it home into Sansa’s cervix.
Sansa could only do one thing.  Explode and die from it.
“SSHHHITTTTT! OOOWWWGGGHHHHHHAAAAAA! Oohh ohhh  Unngggghhhhhh! …
Awwwoooogghhhhnnnnn! Aargggghhhhuuuuuuuu!” Sansa screamed her pelvis bucking up
and down as she jerked and flipped in the throes of her blistering orgasm. 
Margaery kept ramming her fist savagely up into Sansa’s exploding love box. 
Each vicious thrust of her fist into Sansa’s cervix prolonged her killing
pleasure.  Sansa was nearly pulverized with full body convulsions that seemed
to be tearing her body asunder with crushing ecstasy.  “Uunngghhhiieeeeeeee!
Mmmgghhiieeeeeeeee! Nnnhhhiieeeeeee! Uuummnnhhhiiiieeeeee!” Sansa had wailed
and wailed as her womb immolated itself and her snatch tore itself inside out.
Arya was seeing in her mind’s eye as she and Dany at each other as Sansa and
Margaery turned the corner to go down the adjoining hall.  Margaery
aggressively palming Sansa’s ass and Arya’s sister’s moans wafting loudly down
the hall.  Arya and Dany smirked at each other.  The both knew the lovemaking
was only starting between the two beautiful women.
“Are you sure want to spend a meal with my sister and her fiancé?  They will
only be talking about stitching and what the current fashion is at court.”
“She’s my future sister-in-law Arya and stop being so catty” Dany said without
thinking as she continued into the royal bath talking still.  Arya had felt a
rush of pure love hammer through her body.  Her Dany loved her so much! “They
are both very intelligent and crafty.  I sense they are both excellent
practitioner of the Game of Thrones.  They will be mighty emissaries for the
throne.”
Dany looked at Arya and batted her eyelashes making Arya’s stomach do funny
things.  “Your sister is very beautiful as well as Margaery but neither hold a
candle to you my little wolf” Dany told Arya and rose up on her toes and kissed
Arya on the nose cutely.
Arya still sometimes reflected on how she had assumed that Dany would tower
over her.  Now it seemed so perfect that her Queen was three inches shorter
than her.  Her body fitted so well into her body when they made love!  She
would love feeling her Queen pressed into her body when walking hand and hand
with her head on her shoulder as she clutched her body possessively.
They went into the royal bath chambers leaving the door open as had Sansa and
Margaery.  Dany looked at Arya with an evil leer.  The Queen liked being
nasty.  They dropped their clothing to the wet floor.  Daenerys put the stopper
in the large sunken tub.  Dany opened the stops letting in hot water from the
springs.  The right side had two steps leading up to the sunken rub with a
large border about eighteen edges on three sides and the fourth side against
the wall.  There was plenty room for two people.  The steps and borders were
cute light pink granite with veins of red and gold flowing through the stone.  
Arya watched the naked woman unstop several bottles before selecting one and
pouring a lavender liquid that soon had a pleasant sweet smell in the air. 
Dany came to her and they kissed ravenously as they waited for the tube to
fill.
They walked around slowly with bodies pulled tight as they snogged hotly with
tongues wrestling from mouth to mouth.  Dany’s medium sized breasts jammed into
Arya’s body just below her plum nipples again swollen to bursting with
arousal.  The top and middle of Dany’s breast smothering up into Arya’s swollen
plum nipples.
When the water was up to near the top Arya put the stops back in the faucets. 
The lovers entered the water.  They sunk beneath the water and came up giggling
and were soon kissing deeply again. They washed and shampooed their hair
removing the sweat and cum from their extended lovemaking.  They then washed
each other’s bodies clean.
They soon were adding their own water to the floor.  Dany had leaned on the
edge of the tub with her shoulder blades and her thighs on Arya’s shoulders who
was sitting down in the tube.  Arya dined on succulent pussy and soon had Dany
wailing and her legs kicking the water hard as water splashed everywhere.  Gods
she tasted so good as Dany’s pussy gushed so hotly into Arya’s mouth.
Then Dany had Arya get one foot on the ledge the other planted on the tub
floor.  Arya braced herself on the wall with her palm.  Dany knelt behind her
wolf and got on her knees and jammed her face up and buried her face into the
sweet camel toe jutting out between Arya’s parted legs. Arya cried out in
shocking pleasure.
The dragon had slurped and snuffled licking and tongue fucking Arya’s wet love
hole and juicy slit. Arya whimpered feeling Dany’s fingers gripping her ass
hard jamming her couchie back into Dany’s hot gobbling mouth.  Dany’s head
bending down at times to slurp and lick Arya’s jutting clit.  Arya reached down
after five minutes and began to rub and flick her clit.  Arya had screamed like
she was being garroted her body thrashing and bucking back into the mouth
gobbling her core.  The wolf forked her clit and pressed in and rubbed
furiously on her clit to prolong her orgasm. 
Arya sagged against the wall sweating profusely and her breath ragged.  Dany
licked her drooling slit and then stood up behind Arya.  Dany scooted up to
Arya and her left arm looped around the wolf.  Arya cried out when the dragon
slipped two fingers deep into her twat and started to pump hard in and out her
drooling cunt hole.  Arya moaned and gibbered.  Dany moved her other hand up
and plucked and pulled on Arya’s engorged rubbery nipples.  Dany moved her left
hand right and left pinching pulpy nipples.
Dany kissed and nipped Arya’s pale skin leaving red bite marks all over her
love’s ribs, back and shoulders.  Dany’s fingers were slamming in deep up
Arya’s twat.  She slipped in a third finger in stretching out Arya’s pussy. 
The slicked slimy folds were flowing around the plunging fingers.  The fingers
gripped by Arya’s hot tight pussy.  Creamy cum was leaking out Arya’s twat
sliming the hand and wrist fucking it hard and deep.  Arya was whimpering in
ecstasy as the hammering digits pounded her drooling love box.
“Cum for me Arya ...cum on my fingers ...cum hard on my hand baby” Dany softly
husked her fingers slamming the vulva of her hot beautiful wolf.  Arya’s head
rolled her face constantly slashing and Arya’s breath chuffed hard.  The sound
of a hard fucked snatch was so loud in the room.  Now Arya’s sloppy wet cunt
was splattering and making such sweet watery music.
Arya’s snatch exploded on the fingers working her wet swollen pussy.  Arya’s
repeated screams echoed back and forth off the stone walls as her body
convulsed from her curling toes to her snapping head.  Arya’s cunt gripped
tight on the slamming digits up her snatch in rhythmic gut wrenching spasms of
shocking bliss.
Arya was in a dreamy satiated state.  They washed off the fresh cum.  Dany led
her out of the tub and let the water out.  They wrapped several towels around
themselves. 
They left the royal bath that was only accessible to the royals after putting
on shifts and gathering Dany’s garb to wear for the day.  Aggo and Jhogo
greeted them as they came out of the royal bathing chambers.  Normally, the
Queen was only guarded by one of her Bloodriders.  Today was an exception.  As
they walked down the hall the Bloodriders walked behind the two young women to
guard and shield them from any roving eyes.  The two women leaned into each
other as they walked hand in hand with intertwined fingers.
Arya had known that there was more to the actions of the two Bloodriders
walking with them besides guarding their Queen.  Arya still had some difficulty
with the Dothraki language.  She could understand the Bloodrideres well enough
though.  They were making salacious comments of the Queen being “porked”
“ridden like a mare in heat” “she had howled like a Lysian slut whore” “Soon
the Direwolf will be fucking our dragon in both her hot tight cunt and spasming
asshole”.  Arya was not nonplussed by what she heard.  For the Dothraki these
comments were compliments.  Dany was beaming at the lewd comments.
Both women were looking for their Haruchai Bloodguards.  The Harucahi had made
it clear they were to be the women’s personal bodyguards.  They had followed
them down to the royal bathing chambers.  They were nowhere to be seen.  Dany
turned to look at her with a questioning look.  They both wondered if their
Haruchai Bloodguard had already lost interest in their supposed sacred duties.
The two women gasped when from seeming shallow shadows Bannor and Jeertel
materialized like demons from a Stygian Hell.  They simply appeared from
nowhere from within the slightest of shadows.  The man and woman walked like
ghosts from the grave.  Their faces betrayed no emotions and spoke no words. 
They were not speaking any ribald comments about the sex trysts between Arya
and Dany.
Arya looked at the two Harucahi who were ten feet in front of them.  The
Haruchai showing they trusted the Bloodriders to guard the rear of their
progression.  Arya noticed yet again the Haruchai making absolutely no sound. 
Their footfalls and clothing totally silent.
Dany was carrying their towels they would use to dry off their bodies the rest
of the way when the returned to Arya’s bedroom.  She was also carrying her garb
to wear.  Arya was carrying their dirty shifts.  The two talked of their coming
dinner with Sansa and her fiancé Margaery.  Arya still chuckled seeing Margaery
caring for her very pregnant mother.  The Tyrell had made her mother a big
supporter of gay marriage.  Arya’s mother now defending them like a hawk.
For once her sister was the one breaking the rules and setting new ones.
Arya felt like she was walking on air. She looked down to see if her feet were
indeed off the ground.  They were not but she felt like they were.  Next, she
looked at her fingers in the hand that Dany was clasping with interlocked
fingers.  Arya felt a goofy look on her face.  They were holding hands just
like lovers do.  She looked at her fingertips.  Nope.  She had expected to see
magical fairy dust sprinkling out her fingertips and wafting and swirling into
the air to surround them in a dance of magical elixir of love and beauty.  When
had she gotten so sappy?
They reached her door.  There stood Rakharo on guard and a drowsing Nymeria
laying on her front legs with her head on them.  Her lips quivered as she
chased some stag through the woods.
The Bloodrider greeted them.  The Dothraki greeted their brethren but ignored
the Haruchai.  The stoic people did not acknowledge the Dothraki.   Dothraki
spoke to their Khaleesi.  Dany laughed and Aggo clapped Arya hard on the back
staggering the small Stark girl.  She looked up at him grinning down at her.
The two silent Haruchai took station on the side away from the Bloodriders. 
They stared straight ahead betraying nothing.  One would think they were
statutes standing at rigid attention.
“You make dragon scream good wolf girl ...now Dothraki have two mares who mount
the world ...Fuck her hard wolf girl—make her happy” he told the stark teenager
in his rough thickly accented voice.  His smile on his face broadened.
Arya couldn’t but help smiling back.  Dany had opened the door and Rakharo had
stepped back.  He made eye contact with Arya and winked at her with a big smile
on his face.  Arya couldn’t help but smile.
In a slightly less accented voice “Remember she is the Khaleesi ...when she is
ready to mount you get on all fours and show her your wet camel toe so she can
take you—understood?” Rakharo asked in a totally serious voice.
Arya thought back to the royal bath.  That was exactly how Dany had taken her. 
From behind and taking what was hers.  “I will always let my Khaleesi mount me
Rakharo ...I am her mare who will be mounted” she told him seriously.
His smile made her feel so good inside.  They only wanted the best for their
Khaleesi and Khal wrapped in one woman.  She entered into her bedroom behind
her Khaleesi.  She was Dany’s.  That was all there was to it. 
Arya put their dirty shift on their bed.  The bed was a total mess.  Arya
smiled at that.  She moved to her chest of drawers to get fresh short clothes.
Dany went to the dressing screen and unfolded her clothes and put them over the
top. Dany moved over to the mirror on the end panel.  She looked at herself in
the mirror and chuckled.  She looked at the several hickies on her throat. 
“You marked me as your bitch girl!  I love it—being marked as your bitch.  Your
bitch Arya—only me Arya” she spoke softly.
Arya turned from her dresser.  She had dropped her towel and pulled out her
drawer for undergarments to give Dany one. 
“I am only for you Dany ...I belong only to you.”
“And I you Arya ...only you.”
Dany turned around and ran her fingers threw her hair straightening it out
working out the worst of the tangles so the silky strands could be combed out
by Arya.  She knew she would love feeling her love work the tangles out her
hair and then comb it till it sheened. 
Arya picked out the silk garments and turned around.  She stopped in her
tracks.  She stood staring at the bed.  It took her a few moments to process
what she was seeing.  She felt a thrill run through her body.  She could have
sworn the bed had been a mess but now it was back in shape the sheets and
covers perfectly aligned.  She saw something else.  Wow.  She most really be in
the clouds to have missed what she now saw clearly.
Then she chuckled.
“Hey Dany.”
“Yes love.”
“You need to reprimand your Bloodriders and Bloodguard.”
Arya went over to the bed. The sheets were pulled up and covered a small girl
that was sleeping on her side.  How had that girl got in here?
Arya felt an unease settle on her.  This was not possible.  Arya shook her
head.  That girl had not been there a few minutes ago.  Had she?  Arya moved
closer to the bed and the sleeping girl, uneasy. Even if Dany's bloodriders had
been distracted or careless, Nymeria would not have been. The direwolf wouldn't
have just allowed someone to enter their chambers and lie in wait in their bed,
even if it was only a child. She was far too protective.  Nymeria was a light
sleeper.  Her senses always attuned to any possible danger.
“They let a small girl get in here.  She’s sleeping in our bed.”
“Then you need to scold Nymeria too” Dany chided back.
“Who is it?” Dany asked and reached up and picked up her britches shaking them
out.
“I don’t know.”
Arya moved closer to the bed and the sleeping girl.  She had long jet black
hair.  Arya started trying to place the girl.
She considered jerking off the covers and startling the girl awake.  Arya
stopped that thought immediately. She would not scare the child to give herself
a chuckle.
Arya slowly pulled the covers back and gasped at the beauty of the child. She
appeared to be five maybe just turned six years old.  Her hair was straight and
fanned out over the girl’s shoulder and down her back. 
Arya’s breathing accelerated.  Her mind racing.  Something was on the edge of
her consciousness. 
Arya’s eyes squinted and she pulled back slightly.  The girl’s skin was bronze
and her face had high cheek bones and she knew the girl’s eyes would be
beautifully almond shaped and jet black.  What was even more startling was the
girl’s attire.
She was wearing Dothraki attire. Why would a girl of Westeros be wearing such
garb?  And where was this girl from?  Was the girl from Southern Dorn with her
swarthy features?
Then it hit her.  No it couldn’t be!  It was impossible!  Her mind tried to
deny what her eyes told her.  But she could not deny what her eyes saw.
“Who is it Arya?  Do you know her?”
“Never seen her before.”
The girl started to awaken.
It was then that Arya suddenly started to understand fully what she was
seeing.  For her mind to catch up to her instinct. 
She had heard from Dany many times the tale of the loss of the daughter she had
adopted on her march through the Red Waste.  Dany’s sweet Kisseri. 
The girl in the bed was obviously Dothraki and the age that Kiserri was when
she died.  Then her eyes shocked wide open.  Kiserri’s clothes.  They were more
than Dothraki.  The girl was wearing the attire that Dany kept in her bedroom
back at the Red Keep to remember her sweet lost daughter by.  This girl was
wearing an outfit that was over sixteen hundred miles away as the crow flies
safely tucked away in a closet in King’s Landing.
In a state of shock Arya heard her lover walking up to her.
Dany walked to the bed from behind her.  Arya moved to the side so her lover
could see the interloper.
Arya turned to look at her lover and gasped.  Dany had turned deathly pale.  Oh
my gods it was Kiserri!
Dany staggered and Arya helped her keep her upright.  The little girl rolled
onto her back.
Dany gasped again harder and whimpered “Kiserri?!” and promptly fainted dead
away her body pivoting and thudding down onto the bed.  Twice within twenty-
four hours Arya had witnessed Dany faint dead away on her. 
The impact woke the girl up.  She sat up and rubbed her eyes.  “Mai. Mai. Mai?”
the girl asked looking around.  Her voice was calm at first but now getting
slightly agitated.  “Mai. Rekkaan anha yer Mai?”
The girl look around.  Arya could not understand the words.  The girl like most
children slurred her words and had her stress marks in the wrong place.  This
threw Arya and her ability to understand the child.  The meaning was crystal
clear though.  “Where is my mother?”  The girl saw Dany passed out on the bed. 
The girl exclaimed.  He eyes went large and Arya saw the child unsettled seeing
her mother unconscious beside her lying on the bed.  She scooted over to Dany
“Mai! Mai!”  The small girl shook the shoulder of the woman she thought of as
her mother.
Arya wondered how this could be.  Her mind worked furiously.  This was
impossible and yet here was Dany’s long lost daughter.
Arya was totally flummoxed.  Then inspiration hit.
Science could not explain what her eyes were telling her but magic could.  Dany
had been brought back from death.  And now over five years later so had her
lost daughter. Who or what had the power over death?
Arya felt frightened at the sheer power that she suddenly felt was present. 
Dany had been brought back from death.  This was totally different than Dany’s
resurrection.  Dany had not been dead but for a short while at the most.  This
was five years later.  Still, Arya could not deny what her eyes showed her.
Kiserri was alive.
Was that distant chimes she heard? Was something dire coming for her; for
them?  She looked around but could find no reason for her discomfiture.  She
shook off her seeming childish fear of the unknown or unknowable. 
The small Dothraki girl shook Dany with more and more urgency.  The little girl
had first looked at Arya askance trying to wake her mother.  The girl was
filled with obvious fright at her situation and seeing the strange woman who
was Arya.  At first the girl looked at Arya with fright and then determination.
She reached behind her belt and pulled out a little ceremonial fake dagger. 
The girl tried to get a good grip on the small fake blade.  The girl fumbled
the blade dropping it. She cried out in frustration.
Arya watched bemused as the little girl reached for the ‘dagger’ on the bed and
knocked it away from herself.  The girl harrumphed chasing the blade.  Arya
suppressed chuckles seeing the small Dothraki girl.  This was most definitely
the girl Dany spoke of with tears in her eyes.  Dany had told her the tales of
Kiserri always dropping her blade when trying to be Dany’s Bloodrider.  How
this girl could be Kiserri she did not know but Arya’s soul told her this was
the girl long thought dead.
Another thought crashed into Arya’s mind watching this precious girl.  How did
she feel about this?  Dany’s daughter had somehow like her mother come back
from the dead.  How was this possible?!  Was she going to be a mommy too?  How
would Dany feel about this strange twist of fate?  Would Kiserri want two
mommies?
The girl was shouting little curses chasing the blade and now knocked it
underneath the sheet. The girl dove underneath the white sheet tenting up the
cotton fabric.  Arya watched the sheet move as the girl moved around on all
fours grasping for her fake dagger.  Finally a shout of success from underneath
the sheet.  The girl crawled back out but faced the wrong direction. She looked
around confused until she spotted Arya.  The girl wheeled around on her knees.
Kisseri slashed the blade clumsily.  She spoke in a frightened little girl
voice but trying hard to be brave.  She had her body between Arya and Dany.
“Ma yer adothrae tith; ma yer athzalar ma yae nakhoki valshtith.  Fin kisha
fonoki, zhey khaleesi?” the little child asked in a demanding voice.
“Oohhhhhh!” Dany groggily moaned.  Dany pushed herself up to sit up.
“Mai! Mai! Mai!” the girl squealed throwing herself into Dany’s arms that
enfolded the now sobbing child.
Arya watched with a lump in her heart.  Dany was holding the child and stuck
out her hand out to Arya.  Dany had a shocked look of wonder on her face.  Arya
saw that Dany, though confused, was ecstatic to see her daughter again.  To
again have her sweet Kisseri in her arms.  Arya came over slowly and took her
hand.  Dany pulled her down.
The girl had been talking to Daenerys constantly. 
“Kisseri Kisseri athtihar chal giz” she said in a gentle commanding voice.
The girl looked at Dany with big eyes.
“This is my wife” Dany said pointing at Arya.  “She is your mommy now too.  You
have two mommies now baby” Dany told the child gently.
“Two mommies?” the girl asked. Dany shook her head ‘yes’.
The girl turned to look at Arya more fully.
“Mommy?”
“Yes ...I’m your mommy too.”
Arya felt her heart go pitter patter seeing the big smile on child’s face.
“I have two mommies!” the girl exclaimed hugging Dany tightly.
Arya’s was nearly ready to burst.  Her body thrummed with happiness.  How did
she feel about Kisseri coming back from beyond the pale?  How did she feel
about becoming a mommy overnight?  She felt AWESOME!
It was only then Arya wondered how she suddenly understood Dothraki perfectly! 
Dany was speaking to Kisseri in her mother tongue but Arya understood her and
Kiserri perfectly!  It had always been so difficult for her.
“Arrrrrgggggggg!” Arya cried out in sudden pain her hands covering her ears.
“Arya!”
“Mommy!”
“What’s wrong?!” Dany asked in fear hugging her child to her.
Arya had a hand down on the bed.  Her head was on fire with music.  Her balance
knocked off center.
“Something is coming!”  My gods something dire is coming Arya’s mind screamed. 
In her head she heard the chiming of a thousand thousand chimes ringing wildly
in her head.  The sound at once both ethereal and slamming into her very being.
My gods the power ...the ringing bells could shatter mountains into rubble—boil
the sea dry ...and they were coming here!”
They all turned to look at the outside wall of Arya’s room.  The wall had
started to ripple and then an infinite multitude of glittering diamond stars
exploded on and within the wall.  Stars roiling in the thick stone.  Then stars
started to peel off the wall and flash around in Arya’s bedroom.  The stars
whirled around wildly in Arya’s room in gyres of swirling motes that glittered
with unfathomable might.  The stars racing through their bodies and the walls
as if they were not there.  A rush of power whirled through Arya’s body as the
stars raced here and there through her body.  She saw that Dany felt it too. 
Kiserri was clapping her hands gaily.
The wall seemed to fall in on itself and more stars chimed and shimmered into
existence.  A mighty detonation of silent power erupted through the room but
left them impossibly untouched.
“Auntie! Auntie!” Kiserri cried out.
A figure walked through.
***** The Miracle of Life - Part 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     AN #1: I apologize for the long delay in posting this story. When i
     posted the last chapter in early Sept. i changed strategy. This story
     has become so large that i decided to finish it. It's size is
     wrecking my writing new stuff and posting other stories and this
     story. i have been working on this story except for short breaks
     since then. I finished the 'writing' in August 2017. i write in a
     white hot rush. No writer's block for me. I am left with a
     scaffolding that i then need to fill in. then i have to edit. i have
     worked through all the chapters one time. i also had not written the
     final battle but now have. that took a month
     About a month ago i knew that it would take me 6 or more months to
     finish the total editing. I have made you all wait long enough. I
     decided to work the next four chapters to get them ready. That
     required four more edit read through for each chapter. They should be
     pretty clean and say what i want them to say.
     I will publish at the end of each month. Hopefully, when the fourth
     chapter is published plus one month i will be close to done and can
     get the rest of the chapters posted on a schedule.
     AN #2: The chapters are so big that i had to chop the next chapters
     into two parts.
     AN #3: Some graphic masturbation in this chapter. Talk of graphic
     kinky lesbian sex.
                              The Miracle of Life
                                    Part 1
    Arya / Missandei / Oberyn / Sansa / Margaery / Eddard / Daenerys / Arya
                                        
Arya
Arya saw the wall seeming to fall in on itself.  It looked like the stars had
come down from the night time heavens.  They glittered and exploded in the
swirling well that had formed in the wall.  From the depths of the well, more
stars whirled up and spun into existence.  The glittering motes of light
flashing blue, white with reddish and green tints.  The stars flowed up the
wall to then traverse back and forth on the ceiling.  More of the stars spread
out onto the floor shimmering and bubbling up and erupting into the air.  The
glittering orbs flashing and pulsing with magical might. 
The chimes in Arya’s head was a cacophony now of discordant notes.  The notes
were high and low pitched with scales that were at cross purposes.  There were
many melodies in the air echoing in Arya’s head.  The notes conflicted and
discordant.  The tunes weaving around and through each other.  The polyphony of
melodies full of counterpoint.  The music was chaos and yet Arya sensed a vast
calm resonance underneath it all.  There was order here she just could not
grasp it.
Arya moved in front of Dany and Kiserri.  She would protect her mate and new
child with her life.  Arya and Dany had their swords against the far wall.  The
swords were mere feet away and may as well have been in Asshai.  It would not
have mattered had they had their swords in hand Arya realized.  The figure
stepping through the wall could swat them down with but a thought.  Melted
their Valyrian swords with a shrug of their brow.  The Stark teenager somehow
knew it was a woman coming impossibly through her wall.
No matter.  Arya would defend her wife and daughter with her dying breath.  She
would gladly sacrifice her life for Dany and Kiserri.  Arya felt her eyes
tearing with the magical might flooding the room through the portal in the
wall.  The notes rose in discordant chimes and more stars now pulsed and wildly
glittered flitting around in Arya’s room and shooting out through the walls,
floor and ceiling.  The stars taking no account of any barrier.  Their passage
through the room causing wind devils to swirl the drapes and bed coverings.
Behind her, Arya heard Kiserri clapping her hands and shouting “Infinnie!
Infinnie!”  The child happy, not sensing the dire peril they were in.  A silent
concussion of force washed through the room.  Arya staggered back.  Kiserri was
still shouting out the strange name.
A tall woman stepped through the gyre in Arya’s wall.  The instant the woman
walked through the thick walls of Winterfell the portal winked out with a
bright flash of light and was no more.  Arya was staggered by the might of the
woman now standing before Arya and the loves of her life.  Diamonds flowed off
the tall woman in melodious strands of glittering jewels that wafted in the air
and spun around the tall regal woman.  The stars spinning off to join its
siblings whirling around in Arya’s room.  The woman looked around with an
imperious air that would do Dany proud. 
Arya looked at the stunning woman before.  Dany was beautiful but this woman
was sheer perfection.  Each line and angle of her face was exquisite.  The
lines of her arms and legs regal and like those of a Dorne Sand Steed.  Arya
gaped at the perfection standing regally before her.  The teenager also gaped
at the seven foot height of the woman.  The Stark teenager knew that such sheer
perfection could not exist in the world.  This woman was capable of sheer
fluidity and poetry of motion and yet was filled with a power to shatter
mountains and fell forests.
The tall woman stood before her and her family.  The woman was so tall.  At
least seven tall and yet she seemed to be no taller than a woman of normal
height somehow.  Her being only pure grace.  She was incapable of any flaw. 
She had on a full length gown that twisted and fluttered on currents of air
that were not there.  The gown seemed to glow like the summer sun was shining
from within it.  The air was filled with scent of Spring and new growth.  The
rich loam of life suffused Arya’s room.
Kiserri was squirming wildly in Dany’s arms “Kiserri calm down!” Dany scolded
her child.
“Auntie Auntie!” Kiserri shouted.  Arya glanced back at Dany and their
daughter.  Kiserri had her arms out and seeming to reach for the tall woman
before them.  Arya turned her focus back to the woman who had entered her
room.  Through a solid wall.
The woman had long flowing sun kissed locks that were brown but filled with
wheaten highlights.  Her hair gently swirled on the diamonds that flowed out of
the woman’s body.  More diamonds rippled and were birthed from the woman’s hair
and glittered in constellations of perfection in the air.  The stars lifting
off the woman’s hair and then joining the stars still flowing out the wall
where the portal had slowly closed.  The woman looked around taking in her
surroundings before looking down at the women before her. 
Her body was utter perfection.  She had a bosom that was neither large nor
small but just perfect for her large body.  Her hips swelled in perfect lines
of femininity. 
She woman’s eyes regarded them coolly.  They were like pools of rippling
silver.  Lakes of placid calmness and yet their seemed to be a storm roiling
underneath.  The chimes hummed and the discordant melody lessened.  The woman
looked around the room again and then settled on the three women before her. 
She stared at them.  The look could only be called arrogant Arya thought.
“How strange” the tall woman spoke.  “You hear my thoughts …” she bent down and
looked at Arya closely.  Arya felt the savage might of the woman before her. 
“I do not see a white gold ring on your finger … you have not been tempered
with the heartache that Linden Avery was stamped with …” the woman looked at
Dany “It should be only you that hears my thoughts and yet you do not… how
strange.  You are the Dragonthane.  Around Daenerys Targaryen flows the events
of this time.”  Her tone was haughty.  Her bearing imperious.  The tall woman
regarded Arya and Dany coolly.
Suddenly Kiserri pushed away from her mother whose grip had slacked at the
strange apparition before them.  Dany reached for her child but the Dothraki
girl scampered out of her mother’s reach in an amazingly fast move.
“NOOOOO!” Dany screamed as her child scampered off the bed just out of reach of
the Queen’s clutching fingers. 
Arya wheeled around but the little girl was past her.  How had she moved so
fast!  Her daughter was running to this woman who was an unknown to her.  This
woman who could kill them with but the slightest thought.
“STOP!” Arya screamed as the little girl ran up to the tall woman.  She started
to move along with Dany but it was too late.
“Infinnie! Infinnie!” the little five year old ran up to the tall imperious
woman.
Kiserri obviously knew the woman! Arya realized.  She turned to look at Dany. 
She too had the same realization.
The woman ignored the small girl.  She looked around imperious and with a
haughty manner.  Her pool of silver eyes looked around unimpressed.  Kiserri
gripped the woman’s flowing gown and tugged hard on it.  “Infinnie … I am down
here!” Kiserri called up to the tall woman her hands now up her little fingers
clearly evidencing she wanted to be picked up.
Dany and Arya were frozen.  The tall woman did not seem to realize their small
child was wanting her attention.  They both sensed that Kiserri was safe.  For
the moment.
Arya looked more at the tall woman before her.  Yes!  Arya eyes had not
deceived her.  The woman before her was not breathing!  She was some kind of
magical being.  Their danger had just risen Arya thought.
“Why you humans adorn these wasteful corporal constructs around yourselves I
will never understand.  It is a waste.”
“Infinnie! Infinnie!”  Kiserri stomped her foot at being ignored. 
With Kiserri being so impudent with this powerful magical creature in her
presence Arya decided she needed to act.  Arya tried to move forward and grip
the girl’s shoulder to draw her back but she felt an unmovable force holding
her back.
“Why are you ignoring me!” the little girl whined.  Kiserri was now stomping
her feet and crossed her arms over her chest and was throwing a full on pout
her lower lip stuck out and quivering.
The tall woman looked down.  Her imperious manner seemed to crash down.  She
suddenly seemed almost human in her demeanor.
“Kiserri.  I am trying to import great knowledge here Kiserri.  It is unseemly
to interrupt the Queen of the Elohim.”
The girl looked at the seven foot tall beautiful woman.  She lifted her arms up
and her little fingers wiggled in a clear pleading to be lifted up.  She locked
eyes with the Elohim.  Kiserri started to jump up and down with her
excitement.  “Pleaseeeee!  Lift me up Auntie!”  Kiserri clearly expected to be
picked up.
“Kiserri.  Can’t this wait?” the tall woman looked down at the Dothraki child.
 Her tone aggrieved.  “I am here to talk to your mothers.”  The woman turned
her gaze back to the adults in the room.  “I am Infelice of the Elohim.  I am
the Wurd of the Earth.”  The tall woman tried to sound imperious but instead
sounded a little flustered.  She glanced at Arya and Dany seeing if they saw
her losing control of the situation.
The little girl’s little arms jerked up again in clear supplication.  This
Elohim tried to ignore Kiserri but she failed miserably.  She looked down at
the child clearly flustered now.  Arya’s eyes widened seeing this beyond
powerful woman blow a lock of her hair off her forehead and harrumphed. 
“O Alright!” the tall woman huffed and bent down and picked up the little girl
and hugged the girl.”  The imperious caste evaporated.  This Infelice pulled
the child to her body and rubbed her cheek to the child’s cheek.  Her eyes
glittering with diamonds, rubies and sapphires now.  Little stars flowed out of
Infelice’s eyes to swirl about her head.
The tall woman was smiling softly.  She started to walk around the room seeming
to forget about the adult women in the room.
Arya looked at Dany.  Clearly, Kiserri and this woman had a relationship that
was based on love.
“Mommy Mommy this is my Auntie!  Auntie Infinnie!”
The tall woman grimaced “This is so embarrassing” the regal woman sighed in
consternation but did not go to put the little girl down.  She adjusted Kiserri
and placed her on her hip as she turned her gaze back to Arya and Dany.
Arya saw her lover stiffen with a start.  “YOU!” Dany yelled.  “It was you that
came to me when I was killed.”
The tall woman gently caressed Kiserri’s cheek with her hand.  Kiserri
literally seemed to purr in happiness. The small child tugging and playing with
the folds of the tall woman’s gown.  The tall woman cocked an eyebrow at Dany.
Arya turned to her lover.  “Why didn’t you tell me this?  You said you did not
remember anything?” Arya was a little hurt that Dany had been less than fully
truthful.
Dany came up to Arya and hugged her fiercely.  “I did not hold anything from
you my love.  This woman’s presence is bringing that event into focus. 
Memories I did not know I had in me are coming to the surface.”  Dany kissed
Arya’s lightly on her mouth to show her lover her heart.  Arya felt comforted
from her moment of doubt.  Dany turned her gaze to the tall woman “You lied to
me!”
“I am Elohim.  I never lie.”
“Bullshit!”
The tall woman went to cover the child’s ears “Language” she gasped out.
Dany did not look chastised.
“You told me she was of no import.  Her life meant shit to you!”
“Language!” and the tall woman’s voice boomed knocking Dany to her ass but not
touching Arya.  “Control yourself in front of your daughter.  I will not have
such language spoken in front of Kiserri!” the Elohim snarled out.
“Don’t hurt my mommy!” Kiserri shouted up at her ‘auntie’.
Infelice was thrown off her equilibrium by Kiserri’s declaration.
“I would never hurt your mother Kiserri.  I was just chastising her for her use
of inappropriate speech.  You ears are still young and virginal my sweet
Kiserri.”  Kissei was struggling to get down.  A now confused Infelice looked
around nonplussed. 
Arya smirked.  Emotions clearly confused this tall magical woman.
Arya watched Dany slowly get up onto her feet again.  She looked warily at the
tall woman who set Kiserri back down to the ground.  The little girl ran back
to her mother and Dany picked her up and put her on her hip.  The Dothraki
hugged her mother snuggling in.  Dany stroked Kiserri’s back and hair
comforting her daughter.
Dany pinched her nose.  “Forgive me.  You were quite clear in what you told
me.”  Dany had controlled her ire and was once more being the diplomatic Queen.
“I was right in my statement to you.  I did not lie.  Kiserri was of no portent
to the Earth’s safety.  She would have only led your focus astray at the start
of your campaign if you had had your child at your side.  You could not have
accomplished what you did if she had been by your side.  You had to have a
single minded focus to succeed.  With your supposed knowledge of Kiserri’s
death you had that necessary focus.  I did what I must.  I did what was best
for the Earth’s safety.  The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. 
Or the one.”
“That is such bullshit!” Dany cried out.
Infelice’s eyes flared with anger.  “I told you about your foul mouth in
Kiserri’s innocent presence!”
Dany glared at the tall regal magical woman.  She was clearly fuming.  “You
would have let her die if it had not been for Linden Avery” Dany snarled at the
tall woman.
The woman regarded her with now cold eyes.
“I did what was in the Earth’s best interest.”
“And now you are her Auntie?”
The woman suddenly looked uncomfortable.  Infelice looked at the child like she
was afraid she would understand what the woman had supposedly been willing to
allow.  Infelice gnawed her lip with worry.
“You told me she was dead and could not be brought back.”
“You were brought back from the dead.  You could show the proper gratitude”
Infelice spoke in a haughty voice.  The Elohim’s confidence once more in
ascendancy. 
“You. Lied. To. Me.”
“I cannot lie.”
The Queen of Westeros glared daggers at the Queen of the Elohim.  It quickly
turned into a Dorne standoff.  Kiserri reached out for Arya.  Arya took the
child from Dany.  It was obvious the little girl was becoming upset with the
anger in the room.  Kiserri hugged Arya fiercely for reassurance.  Arya hugged
her tightly. 
Arya was not afraid of this Infelice anymore.  This woman could have burned
them to ash if she chose.  She was haughty and arrogant but Arya sensed no
violence in this tall strange woman.  That did not mean she was not shooting
her own daggers at Dany.  The Elohim’s eyes glowing with suppressed magical
might.
Suddenly in the middle of the room a blinding white light appeared.  It was
pure white and should have hurt the eyes but it did not.  The light grew into a
whirling cyclone of light that twisted and turned but did not move from its
spot.  The fissure of light pulsed and grew stronger till it looked and felt
like the noonday sun had come down into Arya’s room.
Arya was again in the presence of great magical might.
A woman stepped out and the light folded back into itself and was gone in a
flash of argent.  This new woman before them was five foot seven inches tall. 
She had honey blond hair and a voluptuous build.  Her eyes were a soft gentle
green.  Her face lined with lines of worry but also lines of peace and
happiness.  She wore a simple white tunic synched with a white belt and plain
sandals. 
Arya felt great power in this woman but it was totally different than what she
sensed in the Elohim.  This woman was merely a woman.  She was filled with
magical might but she was only a human woman.  She looked at the woman’s left
hand and saw a silver looking ring on her ring finger.  Arya looked at the
woman.  She was powerful beyond measure.  She felt that power was channeled in
the ring on her hand somehow.
“Infelice and Daenerys Targaryen; cease this rancor.  It achieves nothing.” 
The new woman spoke in a calm reassuring voice.  She did not raise her voice
but spoke in a calming tone.
Infelice titled her head.  “As you say Linden Avery.”  This woman who could
crush mountains clearly ceded control of the situation to this new woman.  
Arya watched Dany jerk as more memories came to her.  “It was you that came to
me and convinced me that I had to come back.  That I had to sacrifice Kiserri. 
You lied to me too.”
The new woman sighed and a look of pain came across her features.  The lines of
rue on her face for a moment becoming prominent before her inner peace
resumed.  “Daenerys Targaryen, I fear I was not fully truthful with you but it
was necessary.”
“How can lying ever be necessary?”
“You had to have a single minded focus when you came out of the Red Desert. 
Your daughter’s seeming death fueled your desires and gave you the strength to
proceed forward.  You had no fear with no child to worry your thoughts.  Your
initial campaigns required you to be reckless and headless of risks.  You would
not have taken those risks with the thought of leaving Kiserri with no mother. 
You would not have taken the risks you did to secure your kingdom.”
“Also, Infelice in her way speaks the truth.”
“How so?”
“You had truly died Daenerys Targaryen.  Fortunately, in this matter, High Lord
Elena had broken the Law of Death resurrecting Kevin Landwaster and over three
thousand years later Caer-Caveral the Forestal of Andelain broke the Law of
Life to restore Hollian to life.  The Laws of Life and Death can never be
completely made whole again.  Through those cracks, we were able to slip you
back to the land of the living.  You are filled with Earthpower as is your wife
to be Arya Stark.  We were able to gently pry those broken laws apart enough to
slip you back to the land of the living.  There is always risks in this but we
did it.  The Earth’s need overcame our fears.”
“You are the Dragonthane Daenerys Targaryen.  Around you much revolves.”
“How is that my daughter lives?”
“I told you had to choose to live.  Do you remember?”
“Yes?”
“Fortunately, your love for Kiserri had endued her with the aura of your
Earthpower.”
Daenerys considered the words she was hearing.  Arya saw her lover turning the
words over in her head.  “You are implying I chose life over death.  How is it
that a five year old girl could make that choice?  She does not have the
concept of life and death yet.”
“This is true.  We merely asked Kiserri if she wanted to be with her mother. 
The answer was yes.  It really was the only answer possible so we asked it. 
There can be no purer love than a child for its mother and vice versa.  When we
burned you to life with Wild Magic and the Earthpower of the Elohim channeled
through the Krill it burned your daughter to life too.  Her desire to be with
her mother gave her the strength to cross over the divide too.”
“But you said you could not bring her back to life.  I lost all those years
with my daughter.” Dany still accused her benefactors.  Her anger still gnawing
at her bones.  She had lost precious years with her daughter.
Arya could feel and understand that but she realized no time had been lost. 
Kiserri had not aged a day.
“I fear we played sophistry with you Daenerys Targaryen.”
“How did you lie to me?  How did Infelice lie to me?  She did not want to bring
Kiserri back!”
Infelice crossed her arms over her chest.  Arya could feel the woman wanting to
retort.  The chimes that had receded were ringing louder and more discordant. 
This Infelice did not like having her honor impugned.
Linden Avery sighed.  “Yes, I did obfuscate the truth.  I told you Dragonthane:
“Only then that which has been stolen from you can be given back.  Only then,
that which has been lost can be found. You must take back what is yours by the
right of birth.”  The woman looked the Queen in the eyes and spoke again “Reach
and grasp what is rightfully yours.  Only then can you achieve your destiny,
and restore that which has been taken.”
The Queen stared at the woman with her mouth open working soundlessly.  Arya
walked over to Dany.  Kiserri instinctively reached out for her mother.  Dany
took her back from Arya now that she had calmed down.  The little precious
Dothraki girl snuggling into her mother’s body finding comfort there again.
“So I told you exactly what you had to do to have your heart’s wish given to
you.  Your child has been restored to you.  We did not have to do this but we
chose it.  The risk is great but we deem it worthy.  You have so many burdens
to overcome and tasks to achieve.”
“For this we were willing to open the door between life and death for this
sweet innocent child.”
Arya saw the little girl continuing to snuggle into her mother not truly
realizing how the conversation was centered on her. 
“Mommy.  Don’t be mad.  I am so happy to be home with you.  And with my new
mommy” the girl held out her hand to Arya.
Arya felt her heart lurch and she went quickly to stand beside Dany.  The
little girl held out her hands to Arya who felt her world spin in a delightful
way taking the sweet girl back in her arms and placing her on her outside hip
and pushing her body into Dany’s as she smiled great big feeling Dany snake her
arm around her waist claiming her as her wife and soulmate.
Infelice harrumphed.  “Why do they listen to you and not me!” the tall woman
whined.
Linden Avery sighed looking up at the woman who was magic made flesh.
“Infelice.  The Elohim have learned many things but clear speech is not one of
them.”
“I beg to differ” the woman snooted.  Her nose up in the air.
“Need I remind you of Azor Ahai?”
“That was not our fault!” Infelice cried out in dismay.  “How many times do I
have to tell you that Linden” Infelice spoke in a clear huff.  Her voice filled
with half heard chimes.  Her blazing diamonds that wafted out her irises
radiating dark red and blue with her distress.
Arya had heard the story many times growing up.  She recited the story she had
heard “He was prophesized too that he must kill his wife on his sword to give
it the strength to kill the Ice King.  Twice he had forged the sword but it
broke.  Only with his wife’s death could the Lightbringer be truly forged.”
Linden sighed and Infelice looked defensive. 
Linden glanced at Infelice who looked set upon “What Infelice was supposed to
get across to the man, Azor Ahai, was that he was to throw himselfon the
blade.  His act of self-sacrifice would have forged the sword to its mightiest
pure form.  He would have been restored by his own faith.  His wife being
pierced by the sword gave it the power and strength to kill the Ice Wright’s
body.  If Azor had done as he should have the sword would have killed both the
body and the spirit of the Ice King.”
“I could not have made it any plainer!” Infelice whined.  “You know as well as
I Linden Avery (the name said in a very snooty manner) that I could not just
tell him else I would evoke the paradox of lore.  It must be earned and not
granted!  It is not my fault the man was obtuse and stupid!” Infelice finished
in a defensive whiny tone.  Her face looked aggrieved and beset upon.
“Infelice” Linden growled at the Elohim.  “Only your kind has truly mastered
the art of speaking out of both sides of your mouth at the same time.  You have
added to that talent by being also able to speak out your ass while also
talking out both sides of your mouth.  It is truly impressive really” Linden
ended in a sarcastic tone.
“You asshole!” Infelice growled out.  Then her eyes went large and her hands
came up to slap over her mouth as she glanced at Kiserri to see if she had
heard the bad word.  She breathed out in relief when the child did not appear
to have heard the bad word.
Linden smirked at the Elohim’s antics.  She continued on with her narration
“Jon Snow figured this out when he stepped into the fires of his own free
will.”
“Jon did what!” Arya exclaimed.
“Fear not” Infelice told Arya calmly having recovered her equilibrium.  “He was
unhurt by the flames.  His faith protected him.  His sword has truly been re-
forged into the lost blade of Azor Ahai.  Unfortunately, the Ice King is more
than he was and the blade can no longer kill both spirit and body.  First the
body must be garroted and only then can the spirit in turn be killed.”
Arya felt the tension leave her wife who was pressed into her body.  She
accepted that what had to be done had been done nearly seven years ago.  There
were indeed great forces at work that she had to accede too. 
Arya was just thankful that Dany had been brought from the dead by these two
women.  If they had not, Arya would not have the love of her life in her arms
and in her bed.  She would not have Kiserri as her daughter.  Arya was thankful
for these women intervention in Dany and Kiserri’s life.  Arya’s life would be
so empty now without these powerful women’s intervention in Dany’s past.
Kiserri started to squirm again.  Dany put her down to the ground.  The
Dothraki girl ran up to the Elohim who pretended to not see the little girl
back at her feet.  Kiserri looked up at the tall Infelice.  “Butterfly. 
Butterfly!” the little girl squealed up at the tale regent of the Elohim. 
Kiserri started to jerk on the Elohim’s gown again.  This made the Elohim look
down.
The woman looked mortified.  Arya watched the Elohim as she tried to pretend
she had not heard the child’s strange words.  
“Auntie!  I want to butterfly Auntie Innie! Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly!”
the child chanted out her hands reaching out to the tall magical woman.  The
whole girl’s little body literally thrummed with barely concealed excitement at
this prospect of ‘butterfly’.  Arya and Dany exchanged glances.  Dany
shrugged.  Neither knew what Kiserri wanted from Infelice but Arya knew it must
be good.  The tall Elohim looked totally flustered by the child’s request.
Infelice looked at the others present in the room and then down at the pleading
child.  Kiserri looked up with big eyes full of hope and clutching fingers. 
Then in a whisper that all could hear “Kiserri, this is not the time … we are
in the middle of important portents.  Not now child.”
Kiserri held out her arms.   Her hands spread out her fingers grasping the
air.  A big hopeful look on the girl’s face.  She was jumping up and down now. 
“Butterfly!  I want to butterfly! Butterfly, butterfly!”
The Elohim threw her shoulders back and lifted her nose snootily.  She slightly
turned her body.  She acted like she did not hear or see the child anymore. 
Though Arya could see the silver pools of the tall woman’s eyes looking askance
at the child.  The pools of her eyes glittering and pulsing deep blue and
purple.
Kiserri started to chew her bottom lip and it began to quiver and her eyes
brimmed with tears.
A panicked look came on Infelice’s face.  The Elohim’s whole haughty demeanor
gone in a flash and a much more human posture was taken on by the magical
being.  “Okay! Okay!  Butterfly! Butterfly it will be!” the tall woman suddenly
trilled out in a near panic turning her body back around to face Kiserri. 
Diamonds, sapphires and emeralds wafted out of the body of the Elohim and
pulsed in the air.  Arya could see that Dany saw it too.  This strange woman
loved their daughter in her own strange way. 
“Yeah!” Kiserri chirped the storm passed and her face sunshine once more.
Infelice picked up an excited Kiserri underneath her arms and easily picked her
up.  The Elohim walked slowly up to Arya and Dany.  In a soft kind voice “May I
answer your daughter’s request?” she asked with a clear question in her voice. 
Dany and Arya were being given the right of refusal. 
Arya could tell by the chimes she heard in her head that her new daughter was
totally safe with this enigmatic woman.  Arya looked back at Dany who nodded
her ascent. 
Infelice smiled a genuine smile.  “Kiserri, you are very demanding you know”
she told the girl softly.
“Butterfly! Butterfly!” the excited child chanted.  She looked around with a
big smile on her face.
Infelice tightened her grip on the child underneath her armpits and turned her
around so she was facing out from the tall Elohim’s body.  Kiserri’s parents
waited to see what was about to occur.  Clearly, Kiserri was looking forward to
it.  Her little feet were kicking in excitement.
“I’m a butterfly!  I’m a butterfly!  Look mommy—mommies!”  Kiserri was flapping
her arms as Infelice effortless walked the little girl around as she flapped
her arms and beamed chirping how she was flying.  Arya looked at Dany.  This
was no big deal.  Hell, she and Dany could easily do this for their daughter.
 She would show Infelice!
Then Arya and Dany gasped seeing Infelice rise up into the air slowly.  Her
body shedding diamonds of magic as she rose up off the ground.  The diamond
were not the violent jewels of earlier but winked and circled before slowly
fading away.  The diamonds now a soft green, blue and yellow pulsing out of the
tall woman’s lower body.  The woman was literally walking on air and shed
diamonds.  She floated around in the room first rising and then her body
floating lower.  All the while Kiserri was flapping her arms as if she was in
reality a butterfly.  “Look at me mommies!  I am a butterfly!”  Dany and Arya
shouted up to their daughter that she was indeed a butterfly.  The little girl
squealed in happiness.  The two mommies watched the Elohim take their daughter
higher in the high ceilinged room.  The two women stared.
The Elohim was clearly headed towards the high ceiling of Arya’s room.  Arya
and Dany craned their necks up as diamonds wafted down from rising form of the
Elohim.  They kept waiting for the Elohim to begin a descent as the distance
between her and Kiserri and the ceiling closed rapidly now.
They both gasped when the Elohim’s body passed through the ceiling as if it was
not there and then Kiserri’s body easily slipped through the solid wall.  They
looked at each other with wide eyes and slack jaws.
Linden Avery chuckled as she looked where the Elohim and Kiserri had
disappeared.  “Infelice and the Elohim are magic given flesh.  Little is beyond
them except maybe talking in a coherent manner that all can understand.  It is
strange indeed.  The Elohim are very self-absorbed but Kiserri has brought out
the best in the Queen of the Elohim.  I would not have thought the woman had it
in her.”
Linden smiled and turned to the women.  Her face became somber.  “It is good
that Infelice is playing with your daughter.  When it comes to She Who Must Not
Be Named she gets distraught.”
Arya looked at Dany and she had no clue either.
Linden Avery sighed.  “It is difficult to explain.  She is force for evil.  I
contended with her in the distant past.  She tortured the souls of thousands of
women.  She tried to consume me but I was able to resist her and free the women
she had consumed.   When the Worm was awakened and destroyed the world she
slipped the bonds of our dying world and fled to the Universe.” 
“Universe?” Dany asked.
Linden paused.  “Do you see those points of light in the nighttime sky?” Linden
asked looking from woman to woman.
They both nodded yes.
“Those are suns that shine like our sun in our sky but far far away.  Most of
those suns have planets that have life.  Some of with intelligent beings that
may or may not look like us.  She fled our dying world for those environs.  She
smote Lord Foul down with but one backhand.  She is powerful beyond measure. 
For some reason she has returned.  I feel she has some unknown purpose but the
Elohim are convinced she has come back to destroy all life.  I have my doubts
on this but I can conceive of no other reason for her return.  She was quite
insane when I knew her.  Maybe Infelice is right.  She Who Must Not Be Named is
a most dangerous force in the world.  Over forty thousand years ago she killed
all who came upon her.”
Arya asked “You are saying she is like the Ice King?”
“Yes and no” Linden replied.  “He wants to kill but also to control.  She Who
Must Not Be Named is insane.”  A thoughtful look came over her face and more to
herself “or she was”.  Linden Avery had a distant look on her face before she
focused on the present.  “She merely sought to kill and torture.  If she has
returned for this purpose we are doomed.”
“If we can defeat the Ice King we can defeat her” Dany confidently spoke up.
“I wish it was that simple.  The foe I fought twice over forty thousand years
ago was Lord Foul or A-Jeroth of the Seven Hells.  Your Ice King would be but a
Colonel in his army.”
The beautiful woman looked off into the distance seeing events form long ago
“At the end of the old world Thomas Covenant my husband, my son Jeremey and I
confronted Lord Foul as he attempted to flee out into the Universe.  My husband
and I are the White Gold and my son the true Heir to the second Staff of Law.”
“We were not enough against Lord Foul.  He was slowly overcoming all our
combined might.  He was still more powerful than our combined might.  If he had
fled, this world would have dissolved and faded into mere memory.  His blight
would have moved out to the stars you see up in the sky at night.  His plague
free to infect countless worlds.”
“How did you stop him then?” Arya asked enthralled by the story of events long
ago.
Linden smiled ruefully.  “We did not.  He would have won.”
“Who stopped him then?” Dany asked confused.  The world still existed so it was
clear that he had been defeated somehow. 
Linden Avery smiled.  “I told you but you did not hear.  It was She Who Must
Not Named who defeated Lord Foul.  She had freed herself from pit she had been
chained to for countless millennium.  Her green unformed body came boiling up
from the depths underneath Mount Thunder.  She fled the pit of her
imprisonment.  In doing this she passed through Kiril Threndor a chamber of
great power deep in the depths of Mount Thunder.  It was here that Lord Foul
had setup his new throne.  As she passed by in her bid for freedom she
backhanded Lord Foul.  It was almost causal that blow she hurled upon Lord
Foul.  We were fighting desperately with all our flawed might and we were not
enough.  With one passing blow she crushed him down to the floor.  We could not
really affect him.    We could merely slow him down.  He would have won.”
“She Who Must Not Be Name crushed Lord Foul with but a thought.”
Dany looked at Arya.   They thought they were fighting mighty forces and now
they were being told of forces that dwarfed what they fought.
“We easily defeated Lord Foul after that.”
“Did you kill this Lord Foul?”
Linden Avery smiled.  “That would have been disaster.  He is part of the
Earth.  He is either the Creator’s brother or a dark aspect of his soul.  One
cannot cut him out.  All great belief systems make it clear that there must be
evil for good.  The universe demands balance.”
“Then where is this Lord Foul?”
“My husband took him into himself.  They are now one.  We achieved immortality
through that act.  As long as we remain the world is safe.  Lord Foul has
become one with us.  He is quiescent.”
Dany looked at Linden Avery.  Arya thought they were dealing with great magical
concepts and powers.  What this Linden Avery spoke seemed to make the Ice King
almost pale.  “Can I ask a question?” Dany inquired of Linden Avery. 
Linden tilted her head in acceptance of the request.
“You said the Worm was awakened and it destroyed the world.  How is it we are
here?”
“My husband, son and I recreated the world from the template of the old.”
“By the old gods!” Arya whispered.
Dany whispered “Who woke the worm?”
“You know the answer to that question Daenerys Targaryen.  I did.”
There was shocked silence.
“Much was lost but much has been regained.  Some of it bad and some precious.”
Again the beautiful woman looked off into the distance.  She shook her head.
“She Who Must Not Name has returned.  We sensed her arrival but sense then she
had cloaked her presence.  We cannot sense her now.  She has hidden herself
from our sensibilities.  We are mostly helpless against her.  But we will give
you two weapons that can used in tandem to kill even one such as her.
Dany shook her head “Why do you come to us?  This woman seems to have nothing
to do with our cause.  Has she aligned with the Ice King?”
“No.  She could easily destroy him if she so chose.  That decision may speak
volumes.  I feel that for some reason She Who Must Not Be Named has taken a
corporal form.  Why I do not know.  I cannot be sure but my womanly intuition
tells me I am correct.  This limits her but it does not matter.  Even with a
Croyel on his back her might outstrips your Ice King.  I feel she has come back
for some other purpose.  I feel it may not be nefarious but I have come to
agree with Infelice on this.  We simply cannot take the risk.”
“There are always options” Dany told the White Gold Wielder.  Arya smiled. 
Dany was the master of having options.
“This woman, even if she is in her human form, can destroy all life if she
chooses.  It would take her time travelling the world but she could annihilate
all life if she so chose.  We feel she has taken her human form again which
keeps her from affecting the whole world at once.  Why this is we cannot
fathom.  It weakens her might and control.  In her incorporeal form we would
have no way to avail ourselves against her.  Even if she has not chosen to end
life now she might tomorrow.  She is like Esmer.  I hated to see his death but
it was necessary.
Linden put her hands to her stomach and they disappeared into her body.  Both
Arya and Dany gasped.  A pure argent glow lighted in the woman’s core.  Mighty
magic was buried deep in the woman Arya knew. 
Linden pulled her hands back out of her stomach.  In her right hand a very
large dagger resided.  It was beautiful.  It was so sharp you could see the
edges of the blade.  It was brilliant with a white glow that boiled out the
opaque gem that was located in its cross-guards. 
To Dany it looked like a Royal Seax that clan leaders of the nomadic mountain
tribes of Norvos had.  The lines of the blade were perfect in every way. 
Argent flowed out of the blade like the diamonds did from Infelice’s body.  It
shown like the sun come to Earth.  In her left hand hung a set of manacles. 
“This is the Krill of Loric Vilesilencer” Linden spoke holding out the large
dagger.  “It took him over four hundred years to create it.  He crafted sheer
perfection.  Every line and angle of this weapon is perfect.  It was with this
blade that Loric undid the Viles and Demondem.  They are no more.  This blade
can support any might.  With this weapon She Who Must Not Named could have
killed the Worm of the World’s End.  It can kill her.  It will end her sad life
and the insanity that fills her soul.”
All the while as Linden Avery spoke, the Krill radiated power like a burning
sun.  Arya swore she could see the actual sharpness of the blade before her. 
The blade pulsed with pure white argent magical might.  Linden Avery’s body
moved as she spoke.  The movement of her body made the Krill move with her. 
The blade seemed to cut the very air with the sharpness of its blade.
“It will end her torment and cease the green glow that suffices her body.  I
can still see her rising from pit filling the dark demises beneath Mount
Thunder with her green glow of hate and insanity.
Arya saw Dany jolt.  She recognized the description.  Linden was lost in her
musing.  She had not seen the shock of recognition in Dany.  Dany looked at
Arya and motioned for her to be quiet and not revel Dany’s insight.  Arya
trusted Dany completely.  Arya looked on with a bland look on her face.
“I am curious Linden.  Why green?” Dany asked.
“I do not know.  She was merely green is all I can say.  It sufficed all when
she was upon you.  It was intense.  Her mere presence produced terror in your
being.”
The brilliance of the blade had made Arya and Dany not truly notice the chain
with two manacles in her other hand.  Linden Avery held the chain in the
middle.  She now brought up her hand that held the chain to clearly reveal the
chain and manacles.  “These are the manacles used to shackle and neuter Esmer. 
They will do the same to She Who Must Not Be Named.  The Ur-Viles have
refashioned them just for her.  One who travels with you will shackle She Who
Must Not Be Named with these and then plunge the Krill into her heart and kill
her.
Linden walked over to the outside wall of Arya’s room.   She brought her right
hand back.  The Krill’s gem flared and even more argent might radiated out the
white gem at the heart of the blade.  The whole room was flooded with the pure
argent light.  Linden’s body leaned back and then her arm arced forward to slam
the blade into the wall. 
A concussive force boomed in the room with a blinding flash of pure white light
flared out the gem of the Krill.  Arya and Dany were blinded.
When their vision had cleared they saw that Linden had rammed the blade into
the wall burying all twenty inches of the blade in the dark granite.  The
cross-guards touched the stone wall.
The gem in the cross-guard no longer glowed but was inert and dull.  The gem
lifeless.  The edges that could have cut through mountains were now dull and
inert as well.  The blade had looked beautiful and immaculate now appeared dead
and of no value.
Arya and Dany stared slacked jawed at the now dead blade and the manacles that
hung over the cross-guard.
“We do not who will garrote She Who Must Not Be Named but we sense this person
is part of your retinue.  They will be able to use these weapons to accomplish
her demise.  They will save the Earth from the blight of She Who Must Not Be
Named.  We have studied your companions but see no else with great magical
might.  Nor does anyone else possess the White Gold.”
“You mean the ring on your finger?” Dany asked.
Linden Avery smiled with a soft almost resigned smile.  “No.  That is merely
the manifestation of the White Gold.”
“Then what is white gold?” Dany asked again.
“I am the white gold” Linden answered them quietly.  Dany and Arya shut up
after that with their questions.  This woman was pure magic!
“Again, I ask do you know who this hidden person might be?” then Linden’s head
jerked down at the floor to Arya’s room.  Arya knew why.  She heard the chimes
coming back.
Dany caught Arya’s attention while Linden’s attention was drawn elsewhere.  She
used the opportunity to tell Arya again with her eyes to guard her features. 
Arya had begun to suspect herself who the hidden person was.
The floor began to bubble and ripple and diamonds erupted up in a multitude of
constellations.  The stars flashing around in Arya’s room.  The stars swirling
slowly before fading away.  Infelice came up through the floor holding Kiserri
still flapping her arms.
“I’m a butterfly mother!” Kiserri chirped.  She stopped flapping her arms and
held them down to Dany.  Infelice smiled down at the small Dothraki child. 
Dany quickly walked over and took her child back from Infelice.  The woman
stared after the child with an inscrutable look on her face.
Linden gathered up the Elohim.  Infelice quickly put her haughty face back on
her features.
“Don’t think I don’t know who you were talking about to the Dragonthane and her
wife Linden Avery.  She Who Must Not Be Named.  She must be killed.  She
threatens us!”
“And the world?”
The Elohim paused with a look of confusion on her face and then angry
righteousness “We are the World!”
Linden sighed “We still need to work on that ego thing Infelice.  It is time to
leave.”
“Wait!” Infelice called out in an imperious voice.
She walked over to Dany who looked up at the towering woman.  Infelice looked
around furtively and quickly bent down and kissed Kiserri on the forehead.
Kiserri beamed.
“You humans are way too emotional” Infelice announced haughtily and rejoined
Linden Avery in the middle of the room.  Linden Avery rolled her eyes. 
“Fortunately, I am above such mundane things.”
An explosion of argent light and diamonds filled the room.  When it cleared,
Infelice Queen of the Elohim and Linden Avery white gold wielder were gone.
Arya turned to Dany “You recognize who this She Who Must Not Be Named is don’t
you.”
“Yes” Dany said softly.  The note in her voice was sad.  “I have not seen her
but Missandei has a silent benefactor who gave us the traitorous correspondence
of House Bolton and Frey.  I have told you of her of course.  When Missandei
could not figure out the code this woman gave her what she needs.  All
Missandei can really tell me about this woman is the fact she is sure she had
green glowing eyes.”
“What?  That is it?  That could be anyone Dany.  She might be imagining it
all.  Green eyes and a green glow that fills the world.  I don’t see the
connection Dany.”
“This is the person that Missandei has been interacting with.  I trust me
instincts.  They led me to you.”
Arya felt a warm glow come over her.  “Why would this woman help us if she is
so evil?”
“The answer is evident.”
Arya sighed.  Her Dany could be cryptic.  “Can you enlightenment me then,
please?”
“She is not evil.  She would not help us if she was evil.  She would not keep
coming to Missandei if she was evil.  Missandei is the very portrait of
goodness and what is right in the world.  This She Who Must Not Be Named is
drawn to her.  That can only mean she is good.”
“Dany … maybe she is trying to be good but in the end will not be able to turn
from her true nature.  You saw how powerful those two women are.  This She Who
Must Not Be Named makes them nearly shake with fear.  We are dealing with
forces beyond our kin.”
“What will we do?  What are you are going to tell Missandei.”
She saw Dany face harden slightly and her back straighten.  In her royal voice
“We will do nothing.  We will not say a word of this to Missandei.  We will let
Missandei follow her heart.  I can feel it.  She will choose wisely.  She will
tame the “beast”.  This woman of green is enamored with Missandei.  Missandei
in turn is sure this woman is her mate.  I trust Andi and so should you.  I
will trust her heart to discern the truth.  I feel this Linden Avery and
Infelice are letting the past cloud the present and the possible future.”
Arya thought for a moment.  She knew she loved Dany with all her heart.  If
this “She Who Must Not Be Named” loved Missandei like she loved Dany then they
had nothing to worry over.  Missandei’s pure heart would win over this supposed
monstrosity. 
That was if this goddess come to down to Earth could truly love as a flesh and
blood woman could love another woman.  Arya knew she had not the strength to
contend with this force.  Maybe in this case it was the gentle touch of the
timid lamb that would win the day.
She went to the Krill buried deep in the wall.  It was dead.  The gem inert and
the blade that had once been so sharp it could cut anything on this Earth was
dull.  She gripped the blade.  She jerked with all her might.  It did not move
in the slightest.  Yes this was beyond her kin and abilities.
Dany came to her.  They smiled at each other. 
“I like it here.  I like my new mommy” Kiserri told Dany.
Arya shook her head.  She still could understand Dothraki.  This filled Arya’s
heart with happiness.
Dany put Kiserri down on the floor and the child ran around the room giggling. 
She went to Arya’s desk and climbed up on the chair and moved around the
clothes and parchments on the desktop.
“You have a messy desk mommy” Kiserri told her new mommy.
Dany and Arya laughed at their daughter’s antics.  They discussed for a few
minutes the events of the last ten minutes.  Arya agreed to follow her Queen’s
lead.  She was the Queen after all.  They called Kiserri to them and she
scampered off the chair and came over between them.  The little girl held her
hands up and her two mothers took a hand squeezing it.  Kiserri beamed up at
her two mothers with a perfect toothy smile.
They left Arya’s room.  They walked for a ways before their child withdrew her
hands now feeling loved and secure.
Kiserri looked up at her mothers rubbing her tummy.  “I’m hungry!  Can I have
something to eat mommy?” she asked Dany and then looking at Arya hopefully. 
Arya felt her heart pitter-patter seeing Kiserri asking her too after saying
‘mommy’.
“That is a splendid idea!” Arya replied and Kiserri skipped down the hall.
They walked down the halls heading toward the kitchen.  They came to the
tapestry that showed Torrhen Stark kneeling to Aegon in surrender.  Kiserri
ooed and awed at the dragons and how real it looked.  The Dothraki girl getting
up to the tapestry to look at it up close.  Arya started feeling Dany slip her
hand on her trousers and cup her ass cheek and massaged it.
“Does it bother you that my family subjected yours Arya?” Dany asked unsure.
Arya leaned into Dany.  Arya reached back with her hand and put it into her
pants and put her hand on Dany’s hand possessively cupping her ass cheek and
slowly pulled it around her hip and cupped her Queen’s hand on her now dripping
wet snatch.  “Do you feel that Dany?” she asked looking hotly at Dany.
Kiserri was busy checking out the “cool” tapestry before her looking at all the
details.  She did not notice her mommies behind her being intimate and naughty.
Dany whimpered.
Arya smiled at the Queen.  “Only if my great grandsire knelt to Aegon would you
be here now Dany” Arya rubbed her woman’s hand on her swollen slick cunt.  “If
he had fought Aegon, your forefather would have killed him.  I would not be
here now.  Only that matters to me.”  She pulled Dany’s hand out her pants and
slowly licked her shiny juices off Dany’s palm and fingers while chuckling
seeing Dany’s eyes dark with desire.
Arya finished cleaning her juices off Dany’s hand.  Kiserri turned around. 
“I’m hungry!”  The two women looked guilty almost being caught in their sexual
play.  They then chuckled getting away with their indiscretion. 
They went down the hall with Dany pressed into Arya’s side.  They would have to
figure out Kiserri’s sleeping arrangement.  Arya was thinking of the other
young children Kiserri could play with and give them alone time.  There was a
spare room next to hers that would be her daughter’s bedroom when they were at
Winterfell.  They separated to let Kiserri walk between them.  The little
Dothraki girl feeling secure being between her two mommies.
Down the hall they saw Eddard Stark walking towards them.  His eyes registered
the little girl walking with an impudent strut between her mothers.  The little
girl reaching up to touch her mommies legs for reassurance seeing the big man
walking towards them.
He stopped still ten feet away to not unsettle the little girl more.  He knelt
down to one knee smiling.
“And who is this pretty little girl with my daughter and her wife to be.”
Arya saw Dany’s eyes flash with happiness at her father’s words.  It made Arya
feel good inside seeing Dany anxious to be a part of her family.  Dany had no
real family beyond her close friends.
“This is Kiserri” Dany told Eddard “I had thought her dead near seven years
past but she has been restored to me.”
Arya watched her father process the information.  He asked no question.
“Kiserri is it.  You are a fierce Dothraki I see by your garb.”  Eddard looked
over the precocious little girl.  “You are armed with a most dangerous dagger. 
Can I see?”
Dany translated for Kiserri.  The small girl looking unsure still.
“I would be humbled.”  Dany spoke still translating.  Arya watched her father
drop to knee and partially bowed his head to Kiserri.  The action by Arya’s
father filled the little girl with a new confidence.
Kiserri thought about it nodding to herself and slowly pulled her fake dagger
out from behind her belt and shyly went forward and handed it to Eddard.
He made a show of turning it in his hands marveling at the blade.  He ran his
thumb along the edge and winced and jerked his thumb and then sucked on it. 
Arya chuckled seeing Kiserri’s pride swell at the show that her father was
willing to put on for the little girl.
“You are a most fierce Bloodrider I can tell Kiserri.  Will you allow me to be
near your mommies?”
Dany translated and the little girl’s chest puffed out.
“I am indeed fierce and will protect my mommies.”  She paused.  “I like you. 
You are nice.”  She held up her hands.
Eddard, laughing picked up the little girl and placed her on his shoulders and
handed up to the dark skinned Dothraki girl her ceremonial dagger.  She proudly
put it away behind her belt and ran her fingers into Eddard’s hair and held on.
Eddard smiled and softly chuckled and patted the girl on her leg.  Kiserri
beamed.
“Lets go introduce my new granddaughter to everyone.”
Arya watched Dany’s heart melt more for the kind man that was her father. 
Arya’s own smile beamed.  She was indeed a lucky woman.
//////////
Back in Arya’ room all was as it was when they left.
In the middle of the room a green dot bloomed in the air and quickly grew into
a windless cyclone of wildly spinning green gyres of unspeakable power and dire
force.  The gyre was boundless and yet was as thin as follicle of hair.  Black
and green bands forming deep in the depths of the anomaly.  The bands rotating
out counter clockwise.  For five seconds the bands radiated out from nowhere. 
Then the dark singularity at the heart of the gyre flared.
She Who Must Not Be Named stepped out of the cyclone and looked around as the
singularity disappeared. 
She spied the inert Krill and the manacles.  She would destroy these talismans
that threatened her existence.  Her fury raged and seethed within her but she
somehow controlled it.  It did not matter to her that the Krill had been
fashioned into sheer perfection.  She sneered at it.  The mere withdrawal of
Wild Magic had rendered it inert.  She spied the manacles.  The Ur-viles had
fashioned it for the half-breed Esmer.  He was a mote compared to her might. 
She contemplated making the Ur-viles pay for this affront to her august might. 
For those Demondim spawn to even think they could thwart her will offended She
Who Must Not Be Named. 
She contemplated again visiting Linden Avery and this time finishing what she
had started.  She had long ago learned to hate the Elohim for not freeing her
from the pit.  They had known of her plight and yet chose to not come to her
aid.  She had tried to forgive them and was on the road to this but his
development was kindling her ancient rage.
She stepped up to the Krill buried in the wall.  She felt its perfection even
in this listless state.  The manacles were created by the Ur-viles.  Her magic
far outstripped theirs.  She reached out and gripped the handle of the Krill.
 No force in this world could withstand her power.  No construct could thwart
her will.
She pulled back and her angled eyebrows flexed up.  The blade had not move.
 This is not possible!  Her eyes narrowed at this.  This was impossible.  Her
hand adjusted its grip on the Krill to pull harder.  Nothing could resist her
might.   She jerked again hard.  Her body jerked forward when the blade did not
move.  She Who Must Not Be Named paused at this development.  She looked within
herself.  She was hale and whole.  This Krill was more than she had first
assumed.  It did not matter.  Was she not supreme in her might?
The Krill had her focus now.  She again adjusted her grip on the blade to exert
maximum effort.  She jerked with a small force of her full might.  Again her
body jerked forward.  The blade had not moved a fraction of a millimeter.  Now
anger began to rage in her soul.  She started to jerk wildly on the blade. 
Each jerk she exerted more and more force.  Soon a green aura was radiating out
her of form as the ancient Quaylar asserted her full might.  She jerked back
with strength to shatter the very castle walls of Winterfell and all within
miles.  Still she had no effect on the Krill.  It did move in the slightest. 
The dull inert blade buried deep still into the stone wall.
The goddess paused in her efforts.  She stormed to herself that this was
impossible.  She could break the wall to dust but that would defeat her
purpose.  She would best this blade yet!  She would show her supremacy over
this mere construct of man.  She took a deep breath she did not need and
adjusted her grip on the handle to again exert her full might.  Her knuckle
brushed the chain that held the two manacles.
“Aaaaarrrrruuunnggggggggg!” She Who Must Not Be Named screamed in agony.  Her
body jerked violently.  Her teeth clenched tight and her green eyes pulsed out
pure green magical might in one heartbeat and the next her green eyes flared
and went black.
She collapsed to the ground.  Her body jerked and spasmed in searing pain.  Her
strength had fled but even now was returning.  She slowly levered herself back
to her feet.
Her strength had returned.  One brief momentary touch had robbed her of all her
strength and magic.  No not robbed.  Suppressed beyond her reach.  It would
appear the Ur-viles Wurd had in some say surpassed her.  They had rendered her
magic inert.  This was impossible of course and yet she could not deny what had
just occurred.  The magic and might of the Ur-viles had garroted her power.
This was most unsettling.  She would contemplate on this. 
In a flash of green light she was gone.
 
Missandei
Missandei was busy looking over the troop movement schedules and cross
referencing the movement of supplies moving up the King’s Highway.  Eddard was
supplying as much as possible the troop movements moving to the west from the
beachheads.  These troops were moving their own supplies but Eddard supplying
aid to them was increasing their troop speed several miles a day which provided
slack time in Missandei’s schedules.
She was in her elements working numbers and making equations to solve various
logistical problems.  It made her feel useful.  Her weapon was her intelligence
and not the strength in her arm or how much weight she could carry on her back.
The scribe was scribbling a note in the margin when she felt it.  She suddenly
sat up her eyes wide.  She had felt her!  She had felt her love and she was in
pain.  Pain that was agonizing and tore at the core of her longed for lover. 
The small interpreter could almost feel the searing agony her lover was
feeling.  Missandei jumped out of her chair and wrung her hands.  She had felt
a bolt of pain and shock run through her to the very core of her being.  She
had felt panic in her lover.
Missandei had grown accustomed to thinking of her shadow lover as being
invulnerable.  When her shadow lover had revealed her past she had made sure to
not show Missandei her true form.  But what she had let Missandei feel if not
see was her might.  Missandei’s sought after lover had the power of a true
goddess.  She had seemed invulnerable to all but the most powerful of beings. 
She now knew better.  For just a moment, Missandei had seen a strange looking
long dagger in a wall with manacles draped over it.  The sight was strange but
Missandei knew those two things had caused her erstwhile and hoped for lover
severe agonizing pain and anguish. 
It thrilled Missandei in a way she felt a little guilty over.  The pain she had
felt through her connection to her love was intense but it showed that they had
formed a connection.  A connection that had allowed the small scribe to feel
what her love had felt in her moment of need.  That connection, that feeling of
oneness, had to mean something. Didn’t it?
The feeling was now fading and then gone.  Missandei cursed herself.  What had
seem sure and solid was now turning to ethereal mist.  Had that flash of
intensity even been real?  The connection had come and disappeared in less than
a fleeting minute.  Now she felt forlorn and bereft.  She felt like a little
hormonal teenage girl feeling like this.  She was wringing her hands in
distress.  She looked at her papers and sat back down and picked up her quill. 
She picked up the sheet she was working on and put in the numbers into her
equation.  She started to put the tip of the quill in her lips and run her
mouth up the quill.  The repetitive motion and sensations calmed her.
With her mind calmed Missandei felt her body reacting to her mental touch with
her ‘shadow lover’ she now called her erstwhile longed for lover.  She had much
rather be soothing herself sucking her green eyed lover off and having to hang
onto her lover’s hips for dear life.  Missandei longed to feel her woman
grinding her cunt up into her hot sucking mouth.  She longed to feel the wet
heat of her woman engulfing her mouth.  Her woman would be screaming in the
agony of shocking bliss and would buck wildly filling Missandei’s mouth with
hot gushes of sweet cum! 
The daydream both soothed and riled the small interpreter.  Thinking of making
love to her shadow lover caused a feeling of connection in Missandei.  It also
made her wet for her love.  This waiting was really plucking her last nerve!
Her shadow lover may be a goddess capable of great deeds of strength but she
would be the sweetest of lovers in Missandei’s bed.  Her strength not too great
for her slight human lover.  The small scribe knew in her heart that her sweet
lover would make love to Missandei on a human level that would rock both of
their souls.  They would be perfect together.  Missandei just knew it.
Missandei sighed.  She looked behind her at her bed that was again in pristine
condition.  That had not been the case a short while ago.  It had been a total
wreck.  The sheets twisted.  The covers half twisted off the bed with most of
the pillows strewn on the floor.  She had masturbated wildly last night and
again this morning before the chambermaid had changed her linens with a smirk. 
Soon, the ache of her need for her shadow lover rose up in Missandei’s belly. 
Just thinking of her had her pussy spasming in want and need.
An ache that she had to answer.  Missandei thought of all the wasted motion of
again taking off the clothes she had recently put on.  The small black teenager
smirked at herself stripping naked yet again so she could masturbate.  Her
pussy quivering in wet need.  She did take the time to put them over the back
of her chair to keep the wrinkles out this time though she thought with a
smirk.  She flopped back on her bed as she spread her legs out wide.  She was
soon fucking her pussy wildly only making sure to keep her virtue intact for
her shadow lover.  Her fingers only exploring in her sodden fuck hole to her
hymen.  No further!  That was for her shadow lover.
Missandei’s fingers had long ago learned how to pluck her own body like a viola
da gamba from the orchestras of Essos.  Her body quivering and bowing taunt as
she pleasured her fevered flesh.  Fingers working her flowing twat and plucking
her aching nipples.  A hand throttling her tits hard as she worked her pussy to
ecstasy.
After four more soul crushing orgasms and screams filling the room Missandei
felt the fire banked in her couchie.  Her pussy purring like Shadowclaw. 
Somehow the chambermaid had realized her services were required again.  She had
appeared at Missandei’s door knocking discreetly.  The room was still thick
with the musk of Missandei’s repeated Jilling off to gut wrenching, womb
rending masturbatory orgasms. 
Still sweaty from her recent orgasms Missandei had shouted for the girl to
wait.  Missandei hurried around her room hopping on one foot getting her attire
back on.  She needed to look like an official of the Queen.  She opened the
door acting like all was normal.  The chambermaid made a show of looking at the
again wrecked bed.  She smirked at Missandei cocking and eyebrow.  The young
lass then made a show of breathing in deeply.  Missandie’s cunt musk so thick
in the room you needed a knife to cut it. 
The chambermaid turned and made hot eye contact with the interpreter licking
her lips.  Missandei could see the young woman’s dilated eyes throbbing with
carnal desires.  Flustered, Missandei fluttered around her room pretending to
straighten up her papers, knickknacks and acting important.  The chambermaid
was trying to corner her!  The lass was quite comely.  Fortunately, Missandei
had gotten some recent information correlated for her Queen.  Information that
Missandei decided had to be delivered to her Queen.  Now!
The chambermaid started to speak to Missandei and reached out for the scribe
but Missandei bleated out she had to perform her royal official much necessary
duties for their Queen and bolted out the room.  The woman had definitely a
predatory look in her eye.  Missandei had felt like a mouse before a starving
cat.
The small black teenager rushed to Dany’s chambers.  Dany had not been in her
chambers this afternoon.  This was not surprising since the Queen had many
duties.  She left the notes for Queen.  Missandei decided to roam the hallways
to make sure the chambermaid was finished with her duties in Missandei’s
chambers.  Gods it was embarrassing being caught jerking off like that.  Her
pussy musk flooded in the room.  The chambermaid knew exactly what Missandei
had been doing.
For the next half hour Missandei looked at paintings, wall tapestries and coats
of armor.  History and antiquities always fascinated the interpreter.  They
were like windows into times past.  She loved analyzing such things.  Her
Caracal came prancing down the hall looking self-satisfied.  The cat spending
time with the Direwolves.  The wolves seemed to have accepted Shadowclaw as a
pup.  The Direwolves protecting the cat and letting her sleep on them. 
Shadowclaw now rubbed against her master’s leg.
They walked down the corridors back to Missandei’s room.  Shadowclaw yawning as
she walked by her master’s side.  Missandei always found it funny the shapes
her cat made when yawning.  The way her face twisted and her teeth were bared. 
Clearly the cat was looking to take a nap in her mistress’s room.  When she
arrived back at her quarters there was a basket by the door with her freshly
cleaned and pressed clothes.  The woman had finished thankfully.  Missandei
opened her door and froze in shock. 
She knew her chambermaid had a name but Missandei had tried not to learn her
name though she did that as a rule.  It personalized a stranger and made them
more accessible.  Missandei did not want accessibility with this pretty young
woman.  Yes, she had learned the woman’s name despite her best efforts but she
dare not use it.  She had seen the fuck hunger in the beautiful twenty year
olds eyes.  The woman wanted to bed Missandei. 
That had been obvious with her open perusal of Missandei’s charms and brushing
by the small black woman when she was in her chambers beginning to straighten
and clean the scribe’s room.  Every morning the bed was a wreck and the smell
of pussy thick in the air.  No wonder the woman eyed Missandei with longing. 
It was obvious that Missandei was a hussy with a fire in her pussy.  A fire the
small black woman from Naath had given top priority to putting out every night
and again usually at the crack of dawn.
Missandei was sure she had the strongest wrists and fingers known to mankind
with all her Jilling off.
With the opening of her door Missandei had made a startling discovery. 
Missandei’s chambermaid had decided to forgo innuendo and safely crouched offer
of a dalliance for a full on knight’s charge into the fray.
“What are you doing Klissa!” Missandei exclaimed.  As Missandei stared at her
chambermaid, Shadowclaw sauntered into the room meowing regally her walk a
strut of possession of the room.  The beautiful dark haired brunette with high
C cup breast stood naked before the small scribe.  Her feet spread showing off
her mound that looked freshly shorn of hair.  The woman’s nipples were rock
hard and her pussy was swollen and slicked with glistening cum.  Her maid
uniform lay on the floor discarded.  Klissa Skipperth stood proud before the
small black teenager.  Klissa was only five foot five three inches tall but she
was so much taller than Missandei’s four foot almost eleven inches.
The chambermaid walked up to Missandei with fire in her eyes.  She brushed
Missandei’s cheek with her fingertips with gentle strokes.  She looked upon the
scribe with clear longing in her eyes.
“I see you are in need my sweet scribe.  I love your black skin; it is so
alluring and soft.  I would sleep with you.  I will show you my Sapphic talents
my beautiful woman.   I have been fucking the other maids and cooks since I was
fourteen years of age.  You will find I am very skilled Missandei.  I have
learned from every woman I have lain with.  I can make you scream if you let me
my sweet scribe.  I have seen the way you look at women Missandei.  You look at
the women around like I do.  With desire.  With longing.”  The teenager saw the
raw pulsing need in Klissa’s eyes.
She dropped to her knees and started to lift Missandei’s dress.
“No!” Missandei stepped back.
The comely lass looked extremely hurt.  Missandei felt immediate guilt.  She
had no desire to hurt this woman.  “I am saving myself for someone!  She is the
love of my life.  I want her to be the first.”
“Is she here?”
“No.  Not at the moment.”
“Should she not be here with you?  Why is she not here to love you Missandei? 
To fuck you?” Klissa asked in a sultry voice.  Her body moving closer to
Missandei’s again.
Missandei edged back from Klissa whose eyes pulsed with a predatory gleam.  She
knew the woman wanted only to love Missandei and give her great pleasure. 
Missandei looked around flustered again.  Her pussy ached with need.  Her
chambermaid saw the conflicted desires in the teenager.
“Then let me love you.  I will leave your maidenhead intact for her if that is
your desire.  You can give that to the woman who is not here for you.  I will
suck you off so good Missandei.  Again and again.  You can learn how to
pleasure her by pleasuring me.  I cum hard, fast and easy.  My pussy can take a
licking and keep on purring.  You can practice your skills on me.  My cunt
aches for you Missandei.  You see how wet and swollen my cunny is.  You smell
my sweet cunt thick in the room.”
Klissa was right.  Her pussy was so beautiful all wet and swollen her labia
lips all bloomed out her slit medium brown and soaked in sweet cum.  Her cunt
musk intoxicating.  Missandei should have been tempted but she was not.  She
wanted and needed for her green eyed lover to be the first.  She needed to show
her erstwhile lover that Missandei accepted the past she had shown Missandei. 
Her love’s past did not matter one wit to the interpreter.  Her love was no
longer that woman.  It only mattered to Missandei that she knew she was good
now. 
Her soon to be lover would never ever do what she had done in the past.  This
Missandei knew to the core of her being.  With her love Missandei knew she
would soothe her goddess.  She understood instinctively that this woman was a
goddess.  She was not afraid.  She would love her wife to be and bring
happiness to her distressed physic.
Missandei’s resolve stiffened.  The woman before her was beautiful.  It did not
matter the woman’s body was lovely to look upon.  Missandei meet the dark brown
gaze.  “I am humbled by your offer.  If I was not already in love I would
happily lie with you.”
The girl looked at Missandei.  At first her visage was stiff and filled with
consternation.  Then a soft smile came upon Klissa’s face.  “I can’t stand
against such a declaration.  I have sensed your frustration.  If your woman
continues to not come to you I will be here.  I find you beautiful physically
and I know that I would love you spiritually too.  You are beautiful on both
the outside and the inside.”
Missandei watched the woman quietly pick her dress up from the floor and slowly
but the dress back on.  Klissa left giving Missandei a soft smile and smoking
eye contact.
Missandei had felt strong while making her declaration of selfless love.  She
looked around.  She knew that her lover could pass through mountains if she
chose.  She did not come to Missandei now.  Missandei had proven again her love
to her distant longed for lover.  Missandei looked around her room and still no
secret lover appeared.  The scribe sighed.  She knew of her love’s past.  That
past left her woman conflicted.  Missandei understood this but she was still
frustrated.  She knew she had to be strong waiting for her lover. 
Missandei took a deep breath.  She would keep strong.  She would prove her love
to her hidden lover.
Klissa offering her sweet body to Missandei had the scribe’s juices once again
flowing.  It did not matter she had masturbated to a frenzy of orgasms little
more than an hour ago.  Missandei felt the pressure building up like a volcano
about to blow.  Her nipples once more throbbed with need and her pussy pulsed. 
Her womanhood again slicked with sweet slimy snail snot leaking out her pulsing
cunt. 
Missandei closed her eyes and saw her lover.  Though she had never “seen” her
Missandnei was getting more and more a picture of her lover.  She was not fully
human.  Her hair and eyes were vibrant green.  She was sure her ears were
pointed and her eyebrow angled up to her hairline like the fairies of legend. 
Was she a fairy?
She doubted it.  She had the power of a god in her small frame.  There was the
other thing Missandei was now very sure of.  She was taller than her woman! 
She knew she was several inches taller.  For some reason that really, really
turned her on.  She felt her lover had the look of a small girl about her.  She
was small and petite.  Missandei had a full bosom but her lover did not.  That
made her drool!
In fact the teenager from Naath was sure her lover had a body like onto a
child.  She knew her longed for love was countless thousands of years old. 
Despite that age she would to all appearances still be a child.  That did not
bother Missandei. She would love the woman as she was.  The more Missandei
thought of her small lover the more her slight childlike body excited the small
scribe.
Her love was flat chested.  Missandei was sure of it. I did not matter.  She
would suck so hard on her lover’s nipples she would pull the skin up off her
lover’s ribcage.  She would suck her little nips down her throat.  Her lover’s
slender body would buck and jackknife violently from Missandei’s loving
ministrations.  Missandei was now certain also that her lover had no body hair
below her head.  Her pussy would be bald and her anus shorn of any hair. 
Missandei liked that.  As per her people’s customs she shaved all her hair off
her pussy and around her anus.  Her underarms and legs kept baby smooth.
Missandei smiled to herself.  Her love’s pussy would be so baby smooth and
supple as she devoured it.  Her wet couchie engulfing the scribe’s mouth as she
sucked off her sweetie again and again had Missandei near panting in want of
carnal pleasures.  Such thoughts had the interpreter in a wet lather now.  Her
short clothes sopping wet.
Missandei quickly stripped.  Her dress thrown haphazardly over the back of the
chair before her work desk.  Her wet silk cloth she removed and shoved into her
face.  Missandei moaned hard smelling her own cunt.  Missandei breathed in deep
and moaned intoxicated by the smell her own festering pussy.  The wet fabric
soothing on her skin.  She sucked in the silk fabric and chewed on it savoring
the sweet taste of her own snatch.  Missandei felt her skin flushed and her
pussy drooling cum down her thighs.
Missandei was a hedonistic slut she knew.  She ran her hands up and down her
sleek black gleaming skin luxuriating in the feel of her silky skin beneath her
roaming hands.  Her hands tracing her flat belly and over her ribs making her
gasp.  Then her hands worked up over her bosom stroking and rolling her full
rounded globes that had her breathing rising and hitching.  Then Missandei
stroked her face all over and finally ran her fingers through her ringlets. 
Her cunt was sopping wet now.  Her nipples diamond hard and aching to be
plucked and rolled.
Missandei ripped the covers off onto the bed and flopped down on her back.  The
small teenager smiled wiggling around on the cool sheets.  The fabric felt good
on her body.  Black fingers came up to roll and massage Missandei’s full tits
and pluck her rigid throbbing long black nipples.  She pulled on her nipples
tenting her areolas making her belly clench as the breath hissed trough her
teeth. 
Slowly, the small black woman spread her legs wide.  She rolled her tits
pulping her heavy globes with her long black fingers.  Her fingers moving up
and down to roll her firm tits in her clenching fingers that throttled her firm
mounds.  Her fingers then moving up to pinch her nipples jerking on them
gagging the small black teenager with sweet pulses of pleasure that travelled
north to her mind shocking her and south to her clit making it spasm in want
and need.
Slowly the scribes nimble fingers snaked down her palpating belly that was
already beginning to film with perspiration.  Missandei stroked her belly and
pressed down on her lower belly.  This was a bigtime erogenous zone to the
black teenager.  The pressure on her woman had her pussy rotating up her ass
cheeks clenching to lift her hips off the bed.  Her womb spasming deep in her
belly.  Sweat now filmed the scribe’s body with rising droplets of sweat.  The
warm room heated by the hot water running through the walls. 
The small interpreter now breathing in ragged breaths.  Her cunt so wet and
distended aching to be fucked.
Her head lulled over her face slashed with pleasure her fingers moving onto her
mound and moving up and down her drooling slit.  Her fingers rubbed up and down
her slit and flicked her clit.  Her lubricated fingers sliding easily up and
down her drooling clamshell.  The long fingers rolling and stretching her labia
lips and swirling around her fuck hole teasing her virginal hole.  Up and down
Missandei’s fingers travelled pleasuring her wet pussy stroking and rolling her
labia lips and pinching them to squeeze and roll.  The pressure and friction
had the scribe’s face contorting with narcissistic self-pleasure.
She then had both hands stroking her kitty her fingers blurring and jamming
into her clit.  Her hands had started slow but quickly moved into a blur
pleasuring her rigid clit all shiny jutting out its sheath.  The exposed sheath
all pink and glistening wet.  Her pussy made sweet wet sloshing noises as she
juices flowed and slavered her mound her opaque fuck juice gleaming on her
mound, groin and inner thighs as her twat leaked sweet slimy snail snot.
"Unnhhh ... ohnnnn!" Missanndei gurgle moaned her hips jerking up into her
swiping cum slicked fingers.  Her belly clenched hard.  Her neck jerked up off
the bed in reflexive spams from her pussy seizing up in ecstasy.  She forked
her clit and squeezed in on her clit squirting it up more fully out its
sheath.  Her other hand rubbing back and forth whiplashing her rigid clit. 
Each battering stroke of her blurred fingers filling her clit with shocking
ecstasy.
Her face slashed with pleasure her body jerking and spasming in rising fucking
bliss.  Missandei moaned "Yes! Ungghhh! Gods ... yes, shitttttt fuck that
feeelss so fucking goodddd! Ungghhh” the scribe whinnied her heels now kicking
the bed in helpless pleasure.  Her belly clenched with raw spasms of pure
fucking pleasure.  Her head jerked up off the bed her face slashed with gut
wrenching bliss.  The tendons in her neck rigid with her head pumping up off
the mattress.  Her throat warbled her caws of ecstasy her face twisted and
slashed as the spasms ripped through her groin and flooded her veins with
ecstasy.
Her legs spread out slightly more and she planted her feet on the bed.  She
pressed them into the mattress and pushed her groin up high into the air.  Her
legs straining and her ass cheeks dimpling with her lifting of her cunt up high
into the air as an offering to her sweet lover.  Missandei's heavy rounded tits
sloshed back on her chest to rest on her upper chest by her throat. Her
gyrations of striving had her heavy full tits wallowing around on her chest
near her throat.  The interpreter loved the feel of her tits sliding down on
her chest.  Her tits heaving around as she  humped her groin up into the air.
The black teenager jammed her right hand fingers into the base of her clit
pressing in hard.  This had two effects.  First it put pressure on her bud that
was excoriating the blood engorged nubbin.  The pressing fingers filled her
clit with shocking tension.  Second it pushed her clit out its sheath fully
exposing the sweet nubbin all wet and shiny.  Her left hand whipped her cum
slicked fingers back and forth over her throbbing clit in a blur of striving.
The shocks and friction on her clit had Missandei jerking her hips with her
legs lowering and then heaving up to throw her quim high in the air as her
fingers worked her clit furiously.  Her wet snatch made slobbery noises as her
fingers jerked over her throbbing clit.  Her fingers working her pussy
contorted and jacked her pussy so it made wet squishy obscene noises.  Her face
locked up in a rictus of striving her eyes squeezed shut in need her teeth
gritted as her ass trembled holding her pussy high in the air.  Her cunt
flowing heavily and her whipsawing fingers had her cum splattering in all
directions her sodden quim squishy and sloshy loudly in a wet song of primal
want and need.
Then the ‘shock’ hit Missandei as her womb exploded and flew apart deep in
Missandei’s belly scalding her with fucking ecstasy.  “AAARRUUUNNGGGGG!
AAAAWWWOOGGGGGGG! Huunngggg huunngggggggg! FFFFUUUCCKKKKKK!” the small black
sixteen screamed as her hips flexed first lowering her cunt and then throwing
up high again and again as shockwaves of feverish ecstasy tore her belly open
and ripped her trim inside out.  The pleasure so intense it scalded her nearly
senseless with bliss.
Again and again the black beauty heaved her cunt up as it continued to shred
itself apart with broiling contractions that made her womb claw out her belly. 
Missandei’s head was stiff on her neck with tendons gone taunt and jutting out
her neck.  “Uuunnggghhhiiieeeeee! Mmmnngghhiiieeeee! Nnnnhhhgggiieeeeee! Oh oh
ffffffuuuucckkkkkkk! Aaaaaawwwooggggggggggggg!” Missandei gave out one last
torturous wail of soul crushing bliss seeing in her mind’s eye her lover’s face
buried deep in her couchie sucking her off with total focus and pure love.
Her body spent, Missandei crashed back down to the bed her body jolting with
the impact.  She had a loopy smile on her face.  Her pussy was purring and her
belly felt so warm and buttery.  She felt cum oozing out her happy fuck hole. 
She wallowed her ass in the wet spot underneath her.  She moaned and mewled
with the strong aftershocks rippling out her spent womb.
For a minute she luxuriated in her orgasm and the sweet lassitude it always
brought.  She smiled at her sluttiness.  Already she felt her belly aching and
her clit throbbing again.  She was an insatiable slut.  She worried that her
lover might not be, but, then smiled.  She was a goddess.  Of course she would
be an insatiable slut as well.  They would be perfect for each other.  Her
mouth watered at the thoughts of sucking her green eyed lover off again and
again each and every night and having her suck Missandei off in return in
gluttonous glee.
From the floor, Shadowclaw had witnessed her mistress pleasure herself yet
again.  She found the displays mildly interesting as she resumed chewing on her
rawhide toy.
Missandei’s hands that had been lying on the bed now lifted up and snaked back
to her sweat soaked belly and cum slavered groin.  Her fingers loved the greasy
slimy feel of her copious discharge of hot fuck juice that had soaked her groin
and ass in cum.  Missandei lifted her tired neck to see her cunny and groin
soaked in creamy white slimy cum.  She started to rub her fingers up and down
her slime soaked slit reveling in feeling her distended labia lips all soaked
in love drool. 
Her head thudded down onto the bed.  She was a lesbian slut and loved the idea
of it.  Soaked in her cum and soon her lover’s cum.  Missandei lifted her head
again and smiled at her groin.  It was soaked in both glistening opaque
effluent from masturbating and her orgasm had gushed out creamy cum that
slavered her again spasming pussy in need of more stroking.
Her fingers again sought out her sweet spots to again take her the heights of
ecstasy.  She decided to start as she had ended her last great fuck.  First
though, she soaked her fingers in her cum from the tips to her third knuckles. 
Only then did she bring her left hand up to slowly pump her cum soaked fingers
in and out her pursed lips.  With happy moans Missandei sucked her own cum off
her fingers.  Missandei had been masturbating since she was eight and had
always loved the taste of her own cum.
Missandei now circled her clit with her right hand jamming her fingertips into
her clitoral hood putting direct pressure on her engorged diamond hard clit
again.  She loved making herself cum like this.  The pressure had her clit
jutted out its sheath.  The exposed clit was flicked by the jerking left hand
of the scribe.  Her body rocked with ecstasy.  She brought her left hand up and
licked her fingers clean of her sweet cum.  “Mmnngggg uummmm uummggg
yeeeessssss! Gods I love the taste of my cunnnntttt!” Missandei gurgled.  The
whole time her face slashed with harsh pulses of fucking bliss.
Then she was rubbing her pussy hard again.  She would press in on her vulva
squeezing in hard the pressure and friction of her clit and slit exquisite and
then back to rubbing her fingers fast over her now throbbing hard aching for
release clit.  Then she cupped her palm and used it as a fuck pad to press down
and mash her vulva and jack hard up and down over her clit.  Her hands soaked
in her cum let her palm slicked with her lubrication jerk fast up and down her
snatch shocking her with hard pulses of gut clenching pleasure.
Shadowclaw grabbed her chew toy and crawled underneath the bed.  It was the
safest place to be she had discovered.  The cave dark and occluded the sounds
somewhat of her master’s cries of seeming anguish.  The cat gnawed on the
rawhide.  She felt the bed shake and the mattress above her buck up and down. 
She was safe.  The construction of the bed was strong.  It was a nice cave. 
Many a storm she had sheltered in her safe warm cave.
Missandei’s body was stiffening as she rubbed her clit she had jacked out its
sheath.  Her left hand blurring as she rubbed furiously up and down over her
vulva and shiny nubbin.  Her right had been wandering around on her small body
rubbing and pressing her sweet spots.  Now she slapped it on top of her left
hand rubbing her muff to add additional pressure and friction in her spasming
pussy.  Her juices flowing out in a torrent signaling her body ramping up to
nirvana yet again.
The small black teenager felt the first pulses deep in her belly and throbbing
out her clit that her orgasm was forming quickly deep in her clenching belly. 
The pleasure was intensifying and the pulses harsher in her small body.  Sweat
now pouring off her frame in the room heated by hot water running through the
walls.  Each harsh rub of Missandei’s palms over and into her clit sent
shockwaves of bliss through her small body.  The scribe groaned gutturally
jerking her hands up and down in a maniacal fast jerking motion.  The pressure
on her clit torturously exquisite.
Her chuffing became labored. Her legs were spread out in a wide V stiff and
juddering.  Her face now twisted up in a mask of seeming agony that was really
ecstasy.  The teenager’s head jerked up off the bed with her striving as hot
pulses hammered her clit with ecstasy.   Her hips worked in a tight swirl
humping up to lift her drooling cunt up into her masturbating cupped palms. 
The interpreter’s ass cheeks clenching hard to lift her pussy up to be rubbed
hard.  He belly clenching with her swirling hips with the tension hitting her
womb hard.  She pressed her right hand down as hard as she could into her
cupped left hand to torment her clit with extreme pressure and friction.  Her
clit tormented; the tip jutted out its sheath to be jerked over by cum soaked
slicked palm.  Her eyes bulged and her body was soaked in sweat now.  Her
breathing labored with harsh gasps as raw aching pleasure pulsed out her
swollen sopping wet cunt.
Her black skin gleamed showing her flushed skin.  Her nipples fully painfully
erect and throbbing out hot pulses of pleasure that arched straight to her
jacked clit.  Her tits wallowing and giggling on her chest as her shoulders
jerked manically up and down to jerk her cunt off.  Her body now spasming all
over as her orgasm gathered speed.
Pleasure flooded her body but it was only the harbinger of ecstasy.  Her legs
began to spasm stiff her heels kicking the mattress.  Her head jerked up off
the mattress in short sharp jerks.  The tendons in black throat jutted out
standing in stark relief.  Missandei gasping like a fish of water her head
jerking right and left up off the mattress.  Her face twisted in the agony of
bliss.  Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and rolled violently in
spastic jerks.  Her hands a blur as she jacked herself off.
Missandei’s world was all green in her mind’s eye.  The pressure built for
another ten seconds gripping her womb in a fist.  Then that fist squeezed hard
and her womb exploded scalding her with soul crushing agonizing ecstasy.
"AAARRUUUNGGGGG! OOWWGGGGGGGGG! FFFUUCCKKKKKKK!” Missandei screamed as her womb
ruptured and nearly tore out her belly.   Awwwooieengggghmmmnnnggiiieee!"
Missandei shrieked her hips bucking now, shuddering above the mattress.  She
coiled her hips and jerked her cunt in the air all the time rubbing her clitty
furiously prolonging and intensifying her pleasure.  Her feet again pressed
into the mattress to lift her groin up into the air high as her snatch tore
itself inside out.  Her fingers still expertly pleasuring her clit with
pressure, friction and hard slippery jerks of her cupped palms.  Her heavy tits
again rolling back on her chest to rest all titled back jiggling and sloshing
around on her upper sweaty chest.
“AAARRUUUNNGGGGG! Uunngg hhnngg oohhhh oh AAWWWOOGGGGGGGG!” Missandei screamed
her body flipping and jackknifing as she strove to keep her rupturing cunt up
in the air with spastic up jerks of her hips as wild spasms throttled her with
shocking bliss.  Hot cum flooded out her fuck sleeve and ran down her groin and
ass cheeks and started to slaver her ass cleft and soak her clenching
starfish.  More of her flooding cum now started to flow down the plain of her
down titled stomach.  The slicked cum making her skin glisten and now creamy
tendrils of slimy cum trickled down her flexing hard belly.  Her face slashed
and contorted with shocking bliss.  Slimy cum beginning to drip off her ass and
lower back.  Her eyes rolled back into her skull and rolled violently in
helpless obscene jerks of searing bliss the red capillaries on the whites of
her eyes jerking violently with her pummeling spasms of fucking bliss.
Her strength weakened and her body slammed back to the bed.  She was still
rubbing her clit.  Her body flipped up and down violently.  "Oh ... gods!
Aunnngghmnngghiiie! "Unnhhhhh . . . unnhhhhh ... ooouuuuaauuunnhhhhhhhh!" she
moaned, twisting, clenching her teeth, hissing, twitching as each wave of
shocking bliss passed through her shaking body.  She suddenly went limp totally
wrung out from her orgasm.
Missandei’s eyes had rolled back down and she gasped her body limp with
pleasure.  Strong aftershocks rippled through her body.  The edge had been
taken off.  Her right hand came up and roughly massaged her breast clenching
and compressing them between fingers and palm.  She folded her breast and
pumped hard as aching pleasure filled her breast and arched to her already
reviving clit. 
This had her aftershocks throttling the whimpering small scribe.  The hard
squeezes of her folded tits hitting her rock hard nipples with exquisite
pressure that had searing pulses flooding her veins with searing fuck bliss. 
Again her eyes rolled back into her skull and rolled in harsh jerks.
Thinking of her green eyed and haired lover always filled the small scribe with
insatiable fuck hunger.  Her lover may be a goddess but she would fuck her
silly Missandei knew.  Her erstwhile lover’s little body would be overwhelmed
with ecstasy and Missandei would conquer her love’s heart making her
Missandei’s forever.  
The eye of the hurricane passed and raw aching need again filled the teenager’s
body.  With her breathing only beginning to calm Missandei shook her head to
get the sweat out of her eyes.  Her body covered in rivulets of sweat running
down her sleek dark black body. 
She forked her clitoral hood with her first two fingers and see sawed them up
and down pressing in on the sides of her clitoral hood jacking her clit with
shocking sweet pleasure.  Missandei’s eyes bulged as harsh pleasure flooded out
from her groin and filled her body and limbs with raw burning pleasure. 
Pleasure so intense it hammered her with ecstasy.  The pulses already scalding
her with burning pleasure that had her gagging.  Her fingers soaked in her
drooling cum.  The slicked fingers pressed in on her clitoral hood and her
fingertips rubbing up and down her drooling slit.  Missandei thrashed her head
as pleasure again soared in her body. 
“Oh oh yessssss … godsdammnnnnnn shit!  It feels so fuckinggggg good … unngg
hhnnggg hhuunggg hhhnggg” the little scribe moaned.  She was rolling her tits
in turn with her right hand.  Her palm rasped over her rigid nipples.  Her hand
clenching her nipples, areolas and breast with pulping clenches of her cupped
hand.  Her nipples filled with raw aching pleasure that flowed hotly into her
veins. 
Missandei’s head jammed the mattress as she felt cum soaking her perineum and
asshole.  She desperately needed her lover!  She longed to give her lover all
her fuck holes!  She wanted to give her green eyed lover her virginities she
had read about in the texts from Dorne and Yi Ti.  She wanted her lover to bust
her cherry and then slam her dick balls deep up her tight virgin ass making
Missandei scream in pain that turns to pleasure that nearly makes you pass out
it is so intense when your asshole explodes in agonizing bliss.  She wanted
desperately what she had read about.
She had been squeezing her clit with her forked jerking fingers.  Her right
hand now hard squeezed her full almost D cup tits back and forth.  Her fingers
sinking deep into her tits pulping them as her palms rotated grinding over her
rock hard nipples and the steeples of her areolas.  Missandei’s eyes squeezed
shut.  She started to chuff again her body jerking and spasming hard.  “Oh gods
… Ahhnnn! Oh shit ... that feels so fuckiinngg good!" Missandei gagged in
helpless pleasure.  She moved her left hand and again blurred her fingers
rasping her clit jerking it off.
Her body began to shake all over as if she was having a seizure.  Her head
lifted again off the bed her head rotating on a stiffened neck.  Her mouth
worked soundlessly as her head twisted and her face slashed as if being
garroted.  Her right hand gripped her left nipple and jerked the teat tenting
her areola with hard jerks.  She rubbed harder and faster over her spasming
clit feeling her womb quivering on the precipice.  Her clit screaming in wild
spasms and shrieks of ecstasy.  Then she fell off the precipice.  Her cunt
exploded as hot gushes of slimy creamy cum flooded out her spasming fuck hole
soaking her cunt and ass cleft in milky cum.  Her jerking left hand soaked in
her hot slimy flowing cum.  Missandei’s screams filled the room.
"HHHNNGGGGGGGG! HHNNGGRRRRRRRRR! OOWWWGGGGGGG! … hhngg unngg hhnggg … Ungghh!
Auunnnggghhhhh! Auungghiinnnieeeee!" Missandei screamed her cunt tearing itself
inside out.  Missandei’s body flipped and jackknifed wildly but the focused
scribe kept jerking her clit.  Her right hand came down from her tit to jack
into her clit with her fingertips hitting the base of her clit and jamming in
hard.  Both hands working furiously to increase and prolong her orgasm. 
Her left hand fingers whipsawing back and forth. The cum soaked digits jacked
over her own fingers and juddering clit.  Missandei body went rigid straining
and striving.  Spit sprayed out the Naath teenager’s mouth.  Her eyes shocked
wide open while her hands worked furiously on her clit seeking more hedonistic
pleasure greedily.
Her body calmed for a moment and then another orgasm exploded out her cunt
overtop the first orgasm.  Missandei felt her sloppy wet couchie twist and
spasm trying to rip itself apart.  Hot gushes of creamy cum poured out her cunt
hole.  "OOOOOWWWAAAGGGG! AAAAWWWOOGGGGGG! …  Awwonnnggg ... ahnngghhiieeee!
Mmmnnggghhiieeee! Mmmuunngghhiieeee!" Missandei cried out, arching her body,
quivering helplessly as one wracking spasm after another shook her small lean
body.  Missandei continued to cry out, feeling her body shattered by pleasure
so intense that she could only clench her teeth and wait for it to pass.
"Ohhnnggggg . . . ahhngggg!"
Finally, her orgasms passed leaving her body filled with sweet aftershocks and
sweet lassitude.  She had rested fifteen minutes and then she was jerking off
again screaming full throated screams of ecstasy fantasying going down on her
lover.
Missandei thrashed her head.  She should now be basking in sweet post coital
bliss but she was not.  Now she was filled with confusion.  She felt her mind
vacillating between a calm waiting for her lover and then filled with agitation
over her lover rejecting her freely offered love.  Missandei knew she was being
unfair.  She sensed the angst and torment of her lover but she had so much love
to give.  She had seen her lover’s past.  It did not matter.  That woman was no
more.  Missandei loved the woman her ghost lover had become.  She would show
her lover that love also existed in the world.  She would make her happy.  She
just needed to be allowed to love her. 
It was extremely frustrating.
She eyed her again wrecked bed.  She felt the pressure building up in her
swollen puss.  No!  She would not masturbate yet again.  The small scribe
hesitated.  What would it hurt?  No!  She would go outside and get some fresh
air.  Her room smelled thickly of her pussy and it was intoxicating her.  Gods
she loved the smell of her own pussy.  Her fingers twitched to again
masturbate.  Her pussy was really hungry for more.  Missandei wanted more. 
No!  She needed some fresh air to clear her head and sooth her troubled
thoughts of her sought after lover.  She was so tired of waiting.  She wanted
her lover!
Missandei got up and put her clothes on.  She went out into the hall.  She had
a good memory of layouts and started down the left hand hall.  She had learned
her way over the last few days and now she started to pay attention to the
items that lined the corridor.  She came across a suite of armor.  She
gravitated to it.  The armor and sword were eye catching in their all black
motif.  She looked at the plaque that was on the pedestal.  She whistled.
It was a Braddock Stark’s armor that graced the pedestal.  The armor was a dark
flat black.  It seemed to absorb all light.  The helm was adorned with an
exotic bird plum that stood up two and half feet.  It had a cute curl at the
top.  The blade itself was all black painted with a black enamel paint. 
Braddock had had it buffed, polished and then painted again.  It did make for
an eye catching motif.  It was an intimidating look for sure Missandei mused.
But that was not what made her whistle.  It was the fact that the armor before
her was over twenty-three hundred years old.  This armor had existed when
Valyria was still a thriving Kingdom and before the Rhoynar had come to Dorne. 
Missandei was in the presence of history.  Winterfell was an edifice of
history.  Missandei knew all the halls of Winterfell were filled with such
edifices.  She shivered at the thought.
She went down the hall and on the opposite wall she witnessed a painting of a
noble knight, Kierat Stark.  He was a third son of Alix Stark.  He was much
younger in history.  The plaque had his time two hundred years before Aegon’s
conquest. 
Missandei shook her head.  So much history.  This painting was done two
centuries before King’s Landing was even conceived.  The Targaryen household
had not left Valyria yet. 
She snorted at the subject of the painting.  She hated the premise of the whole
painting.  It showed Kierat in a noble pose fighting off two snarling circling
Direwolves.  He was surrounded by a dark brooding forest.  Both the Stark and
the wolves showed wounds.  The plaque said the brave Stark had killed both
wolves.  She doubted it.  He had probably lied his ass off.  He probably had
come across the wolves in the Wolfswood.  The wolves had snarled at him and he
shouted and waved his sword.  The wolves moving on.  They both had known the
likely hood of death or grave injury if they fought.  Made for a great story
though and an even greater painting.
She had read a book in King’s Landing that had just been written.  She had one
of the first copies.  Wolves and Woodland Ecosystems.  It had been written by a
young scientist from Myr studying the reintroduction of wolves into the border
lands of the Hills of Norvos and the edges of the Forest of Qohor.  The wolves
had been exterminated from this land from organized hunts about a hundred and
seventy years ago.  The sheep and goat herders felt the wolves had killed their
animals.  It had been observed that the valley floors and hillside had lost
their tree covers and no brush or brambles existed.  No reason could be found
for this.
This had caused landslides and the land to become barren.  The rivers once full
of life were now empty of much of their previous life.  Many species that had
once been in abundance were no more in that land both in the water and on the
land itself.  No specific reason could be found as to why the whole eco system
seemed to have collapsed.
Then a disaster had struck the Hill tribes of Norvos on its Eastern range. 
Several Wendigo had appeared and ravaged the local populace.  This had occurred
fifty years ago.  The local populace were decimated and the survivors had
fled. 
Then twenty-five years ago a savior appeared.  A Giant who wore a helm with
giant bull horns had appeared.  With a war hammer forged of Valyrian steel the
man had come to the decimated scattered Hill tribes’ aid that lived on the
marge of the hill country.  He had killed the Wendigo one by one.  He had
disappeared into the forest of Qohor after that.  
The book Missandei had read spoke of Trophic Cascades.  Those occur when
predators in a food web suppress the abundance or alter the behavior of their
prey, thereby releasing the next lower trophic level from predation (or
herbivory if the intermediate trophic level is a herbivore).  The humans
fleeing of the Eastern hills of Norvos had allowed the wolves to return.
What had been discovered was shocking. 
The wolves set to preying on the deer and elk of the highlands and the mountain
valleys and hillsides of the eastern forest of Qohor.  What was discovered that
the killing and harassing of the herbivores had in fact given life to the
valleys and hillsides.  This was both for animals and the plant life too.
With no hunting of the deer and elk population by predators their population
had exploded.  The humans did not see them as a threat and only hunted them for
food in the fall.  The rest of the time the men and women of Norvos focused on
farming.  No deer and elk were hunted out of season.  The wolves hunted their
prey all the seasons.  The kills were few in number when taken in total but the
wolves kept the herbivores on the move.  They could no longer overgraze an area
and many places in the valleys, gorges and open hillsides they avoided out of
fear of the wolves.
Before the wolves return, the elk and deer had reduced the vegetation to
nothing almost in many places.  Now with their behavior radically changed the
vegetation was recovering at a rapid rate.  It was found the height of new
trees had quintuple in just five years.  They were no longer grazed down.  New
forests of aspen, willow and cottonwood were taking root. 
The numbers of birds had increased year by year.  Songbirds and migratory birds
returned to the land.  In the last years the numbers increased greatly. 
Beavers had returned.  Again it had not been understood why they had
disappeared.  It was the lack of trees. With new trees to eat the beavers had
returned. Their ponds creating new dynamic environments for other animals. 
Now weasels, muskrats and ducks were back living in the environments that
beavers had created.  Fish, reptiles and amphibians had returned to these once
barren hills and valleys.  The wolves killed coyotes that allowed mice and
rabbits to rebound.  This brought back birds of prey, wolverines, foxes,
badgers and small predatory cats. 
Ravens, vultures and bear now thrived living on the carrion of the wolves.  Now
bears had berries to eat off the regenerating shrubs.  The bears killed some of
the calves of deer and elk and this helped in turn to control their numbers.
The really exciting find was the wolves changed the behavior of the rivers. 
The rivers meandered less, there was less erosion and the banks narrowed.  More
pools and switchbacks formed which created new environments for varied
wildlife.  The rivers had changed in response to the wolves.  The regenerating
forest had stabilized the banks.  The ecosystem was healing itself. 
Why?
Wolves.
Missandei had been much taken in by this report.  It was so forward looking. 
Shortly after she had arrived at Winterfell, she had sought out the library of
Winterfell the next day.
She had found Eddard in the library.  He stood to greet her and smiled at her
with a kindly friendly smile.  He was polite, a little shy like herself and
very mannerly.  She thought to herself this was what a real man looked like. 
More so, this was how a true man should act.  Many might strive for it.  Most
failed.  This man lived it.  He was strong but restrained.  He seemed to
radiate goodness.
She had looked at the book he was reading and gasped.  It was Wolves and
Woodland Ecosystems.  She looked stunned at the man.  She was even more stunned
to find he had already outlawed all hunting of predators throughout the North. 
He would compensate for the loss of livestock.  He was setting up nature
preserves huge in acreage. 
Missandei knew then this man was a true visionary.  She had finally found an
equal to Daenerys Targaryen.  She smirked to know that soon his daughter would
be married to the Queen.  She had picked up the vibe that the man would fully
support the union.
They had talked for half an hour on the book and what it could portend for the
future.  Eddard told Missandei he had looked at ancient manuscripts and maps of
the North.  The Wolfswood while still extensive had had a greater range.  He
would begin the work to restore the forest to its former range.  The North was
thinly populated.  The two could coexist together.
Eddard spoke of the desire to help the forests of Karhold and Hornwood to
expand their territory to their original ranges.  They would only need to grow
roughly fifteen percent to achieve this increase.  The North was vast and could
easily accommodate more forest.
Then Eddard spoke of Weirwood trees.  Missandei knew little of these trees. 
Eddard told the scribe how the trees once populated all of Westeros except for
the Iron Islands.  The trees tended and carved by the Children of the Forest. 
The trees would live forever if not harmed.  A grimace had come over Eddard’s
face at that.  When Missandei asked why he was in pain Eddard had told her the
sad history of the Weirwood’s destruction. 
The man wanted to begin their restoration as well but was stymied in how to do
this.  He had never seen a young sapling of a Weirwood tree.  He feared the
trees in some way needed the Children of the Forest to propagate.  They seemed
to be no more.  They may exist above the wall but not below.  Eddard whispered
to Missandei his recent readings led him to believe his House had led in their
slaughter at the beginning of the Age of Heroes. 
Missandei could see the pain on man’s face and in his voice.  He took a deep
breath.  He knew of no way to make those past sins right.  She had left the man
sitting back with a thoughtful look on his face.
Her mind back in the present Missandei went down the hall and turned to the
right.  And stopped.  In the hall were Dany and Arya along with Arya’s father
and a little girl was on his shoulders.  It was a strange sight.  The little
girl was dressed in Dothraki garb.  She was dark like the Dothraki.  Most
strange indeed.  The little girl playing with Eddard’s hair and happily
chirping in her native language.  Eddard smiling and tickling the girl’s leg
making her squeal in happiness.
She walked down the hallway toward the knot of persons who were laughing and
smiling.  She saw it immediately.  Dany was beaming and her feet seemed to be
barely touching the floor.  Her hand was in the pocket of Arya’s trousers
holding her possessively.  They were pressed into each other.  Dany’s face was
beaming and she was almost thrumming with energy.
Missandei smiled.  They had finally consummated their love for each other the
small scribe could clearly see by Dany and Arya’s body language and direct
looks of love for each other.  She was happy for them.  Arya kept looking at
Dany with big eyes full of love and tenderness.  She saw a lock of Dany’s snow
white hair had fallen forward and Arya had tenderly fingered it and put it
behind Dany’s ear.  Dany leaned in and kissed the hand of Arya and smiled with
a radiant happy smile.  Yes indeed they had made love the night before. 
It was also clear that Eddard Stark saw all of this.  The man saw and could not
care less.  No.  That was not right.  He was happy for his daughter and the
Queen.  The man fully supported their love for each other. 
Missandei was happy for her two dear friends but could not stop a flash of
jealousy stab trough her.  She should also be celebrating life and joy with the
love of her goddess come down to Earth.  She should be putting a lock of her
green hair behind her pointed elven ears.  She pouted but controlled herself. 
She would not let her angst dampen the happiness of the new lovebirds.
She moved to join the happy family unit.  She wanted to know who the seeming
Dothraki girl was.
The little girl was chirping “Itte oakah! Itte oakah!” She looked around
happily.  Eddard Stark was bouncing the girl on his shoulders making her
giggle.
Missandei came up to them and looked up at Eddard “It seems you have a rider on
your shoulders Lord Eddard.  She is most demanding.”
He squint smiled.  “I know but my granddaughter is a fairly harsh task master”
Eddard answered with a chuckle.
Granddaughter?
She looked at Dany with a question in her eyes.  With a beaming smile Daenerys
answered “Kiserri has been given back to me.  It seems the Elohim have given me
my daughter back.  They raised her from the dead unbeknownst to me when they
resurrected me from death.  I am so happy!”  Dany jumped up and down clapping
her hands like a little girl.  Arya hugged her and Eddard Stark smiled.  The
little girl beamed knowing instinctively she was the source of all the
happiness.
“Anha asshilak jin azh shafkea haji rekoon et shafka” Kiserri made a
pronouncement. 
Eddard smiled.  “Could someone translate please?”
Missandei was stunned at the news but she was a translator.
“Your rider is hungry and she wants to meet her new grandmother” Missandei
translated.
She was stunned to actually meet Kiserri.  She had heard many times from Dany
the stories of her lost daughter and how much she had loved the little girl. 
Her death had taken a piece of her soul Daenerys would tell her scribe.
Missandei looked again at the precious precocious black haired girl.  She was
beautiful and her eyes radiated a keen intelligence.  Missandei could
understand how her Queen had so easily fallen for the girl.  Any woman with a
good heart would. 
“Tell her food is being brought to her grandmother’s quarters and we are
heading there now” Eddard replied with a beaming smile.  He was obviously
enjoying being a grandfather.  It did not matter the girl was Dothraki and not
of Arya’s body.  The girl was with Arya who was with Dany.  Thus, this great
man easily accepted the girl into his heart.  Again Missandei was touched by
this man’s true greatness.
“Anha vaddrivak mahrazhis fini ondee shafkea khogar shiqethi ma vohharak
okrenegwin mori” Missandei told the happy excited girl.  The sweet girl bounced
on Eddard’s strong broad shoulders and rubbed her tummy licking her lips.
Eddard laughed glancing up.  Dany and Arya beamed.  It was clearly obvious that
Arya had already taken Kiserri as the daughter of her heart. 
“Anha laz rhelak dothrakes vezhvena ha zisoshaan mae” Kiserri laughed out.
“She says she is ready to be fed and see more of her new home.”
Eddard shook his head at the child’s precocious nature.  “I wish I could
understand her.”
“Mommy mommy I like my new grandfather.  He is so nice!”
The room went deathly quiet.  Kiserri now spoke Westerosi fluently.
“I’m hungry!  Lets go see granma and eat!” she said smiling great big and
fingering Eddard’s hair.
They all stared at Kiserri.  It would seem her time with Elohim had given her
strange powers.  The laughed and giggled.  The child was sweetness given form. 
There could be no evil in her.
Eddard shrugged and smiled.  “Makes my life a lot easier. I am too old to learn
Dothraki!”  He accepted Kiserri strange ability and all.  Dany and Arya looked
at each other and smiled.  Their daughter was extra special!  Kiserri chirped
and thumped her heels lightly on Eddard’s shoulders.  The girl looked around
and said again her stomach was hungry!
They started to move down the hall.  Missandei had met Catelyn Stark
yesterday.  She had immediately liked the woman.  She made the scribe feel
welcome.  She looked ill but was told she looked so much better than she had
just a short while ago.  She was getting stronger.  Once she had given birth
she would quickly regain her full health and vigor.  She hoped so.  The woman
seemed nice and was excited to be planning three marriages for Arya, Sansa and
Robb.
Missandei begged off visiting with Catelyn.  She told the Queen she wanted to
work more on the numbers for the combining of the North forces with those of
the South.  The Queen eyed her seeing through her lies but smiled softly and
tilted her head in acknowledge.  She had waited long enough to take her sweet
wolf to her bed.  She understood her best friend’s plight.
Missandei did go back to her quarters but did not sit down.  She went to the
closet and pulled out her sable cape and draped it over her shoulders.  She
looked on her again wrecked bed.  Shadowclaw had padded down a nest in the
sheets and blankets kicked onto the back corner of the bed.  She was curled up
tight her ear tufts standing up cutely.  She left her room again.  She took the
halls down to the large court of Winterfell.  She breathed in the cold crisp
air.  The sun was beating down and the breeze was slight.  She looked up at the
clear light blue sky that was clear of clouds.
The interpreter looked up at the Great Keep and smiled seeing Drogon curled up
on one tower snoozing.  His gigantic from curled up to fit neatly on the
parapets and roof of the tower.  His tail and neck looped around to form a
tight circle which he rested his head on.
She walked past the Great Keep and came to several other large buildings she
had not learned the names of yet. She had not had time to study this castle in
detail as of yet.  She was still focusing on the logistics of the troops and
supplies surging up to the North.  She glanced around.  The broken tower was
easy to see at least.  She smiled.  The small black teenagers liked this place
of ancient stones and trees in the compound.  So unlike the Red Keep.
She walked forward.  Against the Guards Hall she saw Viserion curled up
asleep.  He was being slept on by the Direwolves of the Stark children.  The
great Dirwolves seeming to share Nymeria’s immunity to the heat of the
dragons.  They were draped all over the dragons back and flanks as the dragon
slept his lips fluttering with his breathing.  On his tail Barristan Selmy sat
talking to Marleya Blackmyre.  The woman was standing in front of the older
knight in an animated conversation. 
Missandei smiled ruefully.  The woman had been part of Dany’s party since her
time in the Red Waste.  She had been one of the first mercenaries who came to
Dany looking for purpose and a destiny.  Missandei knew the woman had been with
her Queen for nearly a year before Missandei.  The small scribe felt a little
guilty not getting to know the woman better.  Missandei was just so busy
performing her duties for her Queen.  She was dedicated to doing her tasks with
great skill and meticulous care.
Missandei looked around.  She edged closer to the couple focused on each
other.  What woman did not like to innocently snoop on a possibly juicy
conversation?  The small black woman edged closer.
The woman was an active Lieutenant in Dany’s army.  She had always been keen on
Barristan Missandei had seen but she had been restrained.  She probably felt it
was useless.  Marleya’s plight the same as hers.  She too had a love she found
to be out of reach.  But Barristan was not out of reach and something had
changed for Marleya.  She had become aggressive in her courtship with
Barristan.  She was constantly coming onto the man. 
He had resisted saying he was too old.  She did not care about the twenty-five
year plus difference in their ages.  He was as strong and spry as men half his
age.  She was in love with him and wanted to take him as her mate.  She had
started her pursuit on their Journey on the King’s Highway heading north. 
Maybe she thought that Barristan had nowhere to run and hide here in
Winterfell.
She was gesticulating wildly now in front of the man.  He shook his head in a
sad way.  Missandei heard the woman hotly declare her ardent love for
Barristan.  Suddenly, she jumped up and threw her body around him knocking him
back onto Viserion’s body.  The dragon opened one eye and watched the human
woman attack his father with her tongue and hands.  It was not that vile
direwolf sleeping on his back with a twitching tail.  Viserion could not
tolerate that.  Humans could love their own kind he reasoned.  Barristan could
love this female who was an excellent warrior herself. 
That was acceptable.  Nymeria was not!  Viserion watched the woman get her
tongue in his father’s mouth and her hand stroking the male sex organ of
humans.  His father was becoming excited.  They got up off his body as the
human female wrapped her body around Barristan.  The dragon closed his eye.  He
was happy his father was finally mating with the woman.  Her scent had shown
her desire for his father since her arrival.
Missandei watched Barristan carry Marleya as she continued kissing him deeply
her groin trusting her mound into his hard stomach.  They were headed to the
armory that had bunks for the guards on duty. 
Missandei felt another surge of jealousy.  Everyone was pairing up but her. 
She could have handled that but for the fact that she too had a woman in her
life.  A woman who should be giving herself to Missandei instead disappearing
for months a time.  She was getting fucking tired of it!  She felt the tears
begin to run down her cheeks.  Missandei sniffled.  She tried to see if from
her shadow lover’s perspective.  She knew her hoped for mate was conflicted
with her past filled with pain, rage and evil.
She saw a Direwolf jump off Viserion’s body.  The wolf gambled over to her and
she saw it was Lady.  She was the smallest of the Direwolf and her eyes was
still just above the level of her head.  She had to look up at the Direwolf. 
The wolf brushed into her and muzzled her head into Missandei offering
comfort.  How the wolf sensed her need she could not tell but she was thankful
for it.  She wanted, no needed, her lover to come to her and show herself.
“Oh Lady … where is she?  Where is my lover?” she cried harder cursing her
weakness.  She felt the wolf pressing into her. The wolf shaking her head and
woofing.  Lady looked out over the north wall of Winterfell and the broken
tower.  Missandei patted the wolf looking at the ruined tower that still stood
seventy-five feet tall.  The top ragged with jutting broken stone and rotting
timbers.  Lady barked at the broken tower and wagged her tail excitedly.  What
had gotten into Lady Missandei wondered?
Missandei whipped her tears. The broken tower seemed apropos to her thoughts
and desires.  Her love life was like that tower.  It lay in ruins.  She would
feel better in the morning she supposed.  She wondered if she was going through
menopause at the age of sixteen with her emotions first up and then down.  She
sighed.
She walked off towards the Great Keep with Lady walking beside her.  The great
wolf pressed into the small scribe offering her support to the woman her master
liked so much.
Missandei felt so alone.
On the top of the broken tower She Who Must Not Be Named stood as the strong
breeze blowing at that height blew into her.  She hid herself from the woman
she loved with every fiber of her being.  She could no longer deny it anymore. 
Her long green hair whipped and snapped in the air.  Her green eyes bled green
tears that fell down her cheeks and splashed onto the broken stones.  Each
splash of tear drops sending up a blizzard of emeralds.
Missandei could not see her as her body pulsed out tachyon particles that
poured out her pores.  The particles meeting and bending the light waves in the
visible spectrum around her small body.  The light waves meeting again beyond
her body thus rendering her body invisible.  She watched Missandei walk off
into the Great Keep. 
Her eyesight easily saw through the thick granite stones and watched her scribe
walk sadly alone.  She wanted to go to her but she was frozen with fear both
old and new.  Once before she had thought she was in love and she had suffered
countless millennium chained in the pit in agony and insanity.  Lord Foul had
plied her with sweet platitudes and strong drink to get her to tell Lord Foul
her name
Missandei had done nothing but be her sweet innocent self and She Who Must Not
Be Named was being driven nearly insane with the desire to give her true names
to Missandei.  She was still a virgin and longed to give her maidenhead and to
take Missandei’s.  Her heart was quaking with fear.  Fear she knew was
misplaced.  Missandei was everything that was good in humans.  Missandei would
never betray her.  She Who Must Not Be Named could love her in complete
safety.  She knew this and yet fear pounded trough her body.
She cried harder.  She was a coward.  She was a goddess she supposed and yet
she was terrified to give her heart to the sweet young woman that was
Missandei.  Her past kept whispering to her.  The past whispered of betrayal. 
The past whispered of her own weakness and evil desires she still felt.  All
had them she now knew but if she acted on them she could kill in numbers
undreamed of by man.
Now she had a new fear.  When she had touched the manacles she had experienced
great physical agony.  She had also suffered a great mental shock.  She had
seen an image of herself in the chains of the Ur-viles surrounded by animated
skeletons.  Some had flames flaring off their skulls with one whose flames was
much greater than the rest.  All their skulls wreathed in red flames that did
not burn. 
She Who Must Not Be Named knew she was seeing the future.
She had somehow known that Missandei had put the manacles on her.  She was
helpless looking up.  Her strength was a memory and agony filled her body.  She
watched Missandei lifting up the Krill.  It was bleeding off waves of Wild
Magic that burned the very air.  The heat did not touch Missandei’s hands.  She
plunged the Krill down aimed at She Who Must Not Be Named heart. 
The tears splashing down on the stones splattered and the fine droplets ran
back over the stones and up the green haired woman’s toes and feet and were
absorbed back into her body.
A green flash no one saw burst into a nova of green light.  When it was gone so
was She Who Must Not Be Named.
 
Oberyn
Sweat poured down the forehead of the spearman from Dorne.  He had been
practicing with Stannis and Renly attacking them with his spear.  They both
were both amazingly fast considering their large frame.  Their sword work very
good.  Renly was very competent while Stannis was exemplary in his handling of
his broadsword.  He kept himself under control.  Oberyn always kept himself in
control waiting for the inevitable opening to appear.  Then the Red Viper would
strike!
He had been able to get two kill shots in on Renly but had had a draw with
Stannis.  He gave out constant snarky comments to the man.  Renly had fallen
prey to his pithy comments but Stannis just ground his godsdamned teeth and
kept plowing on methodically.  He had to give it to the old coot.  He was damn
good.  He normally got his opponents so worked up they let their guard down. 
Not ole I have a stick up my ass Stannis.  It pissed Oberyn off!
Stannis surviving against him was bad enough but now he had to watch those two
damn hussy Haruchai women slinking all over him.  Or should he say … he wasn’t
sure what!  Ranrika and Ferna were still at Stannis’s elbows offering their
bodies to him.  The women did not slink.  Oh No not the Haruchai!  They were
focused and persistent though. It was ab-so-lute-lydisgusting.  How could they
have set their sights on Stannis with Oberyn standing right here was beyond the
comprehension of the Red Viper?!
With a sour face Oberyn remembered their last foray in Stannis seduction.  From
Ranrika “Sleep with us Stannis” spoken with no emotion.  “We will take your
large thick dick deep up our tight cunts and clenching assholes.  We long to
feel your cock deep in our bellies.”  Her voice was flat but the intensity in
her eyes more than made for her flat voice.
Ferna had added “Yes.  You are a bull in his prime.  We long to rut with you. 
Again and again you dick will fire off long ribbons of hot semen up into our
wombs or flooding our shitholes with you sweet pearly jizm.  We want to suck
your semen out of each other’s stretched out pussies and ravaged assholes.  I
long to lap up your seed dribbling out of Ranrika’s slack asshole.”  Of course
all this salacious talk had been recited as if the women were bored out of
their gourds and not trying to seduce someone.
Stannis was staggering under the verbal assault.  Damnit!  Oberyn would be
lapping up that talk!  He was the studNOT Stannis!
The man was still being strong though, keeping to his silly marital vows but it
was clear he was weakening.  The women had made it clear to bring his wife to
Winterfell and they would fuck both Stannis and Selyse Florent.  Fuck!  Were
these women blind?  The woman was a prune and Stannis was … well … boring!  He
doubted Stannis and Selyse ever fucked out of the Septa position. 
Oberyn could hear them now in his mind.  “You did not enjoy sex tonight
Selyse.”
“But I did Stannis.  Why do you ask?”  Their voices boring and flat in Oberyn’s
mind.
“You moved.”
Oberyn ground his teeth in frustration.
It was amazing how the short brown skinned women could be so alluring when not
being alluring at all!  He had studied the Haruchai.  They were a taciturn and
reserved lot for sure.  They gave just the smallest hint of facial expression
and tonal inflection and that was only rarely.  Normally, they were reserved
like a freaking statute!  Their movements sedate and calm except when fighting
and then they were a whirlwind of death.  Their limbs striking out at blinding
speed from all angles. 
How the hell did these boring stick up their ass people even reproduce?! Oberyn
stormed to himself.  He knew he was being unfair.  He would not be complaining
one word if he was the focus of the Haruchai’s women’s advances.  Seeing
Stannis fumbling all over himself at their advances made Oberyn see red.  He
was the Red Viper after all!  He would have long ago bedded the fucking
Haruchai women.  The only problem with this sad situation was the fact the
Haruchai women felt the need to insult all of his repeated overtures.  He was
pissed!  Of course the insults were delivered dead pan.  That only made it
worse!
So these two hussies were pawing at Stannis.  Again damnit!  Touching him and
offering him their bodies like they were talking about buying strawberries at
the market!  How could so much sexuality be oozing off these two women with
their unsmiling faces and flat atonal voices but oh brother it was there! 
He looked up at Viserion flying by.  The dragon had been off to hunt most
probably.  Yes, he spotted a small deer clenched in its left front talons.  The
dragon circled a few times.  The denizens of the land looked up in wonder at
the dragon.  They were unknown in their world completely.  Not even legends. 
Viserion came down to an open area in the yard by a small stand of aspen.  The
dragon released the small deer.  Some of the hunting dogs came running out and
fell on the deer.
He then landed with a regal grace.  The dragon rubbed against the trunks of the
trees scratching himself before he curled up wrapping his tail around his body
and resting his head on this tail and began to snooze.
Yesterday he had seen Dany and Arya practically hanging all over each other. 
The Queen was groping Arya’s ass who squealed most cutely.  Arya returned the
favor and the Queen in comparison only wiggled her butt into the groping hand. 
They were so disgustingly cute stealing sweet little kisses and wrapping their
arms around each other.  Twice he had seen them snogging deeply.  Sigh, young
love.
He had turned his thoughts away from them.  It was obvious that Daenerys
Targaryen was now a one woman woman.  She had found her soulmate and would
never again see or even want another woman in her bed.  She definitely did not
want a man in that bed.  She had found her other half.  It was obvious the
Stark girl felt the same way.  On their travels north it had become quickly
clear that the girl worshipped the ground the Queen walked on.  Arya lusted
after the Queen’s body but it was deeper than that.  The girl loved every
aspect of the Queen. 
With the Stark tenacity and loyalty the Queen had found a woman who would be
totally committed to her forever.  Dany needed that kind of love and she had
found it. 
He sighed.  It would have been nice to fuck both of them in his and Ellaria’s
bed.  That was not to be.  He hoped for bedding Cersei.  He had been convinced
she would not let any man every touch her again but maybe just maybe if he was
patient he would get lucky.  Ellaria was sure of it.  She was a beautiful woman
and now he found her so alluring.  His paramour, Ellaria, was besotted with
her.  The people of Dorne were a swarthy people.  Brown of skin though in
various shades and generally black of hair with shades of brown thrown in.
Sunspear, was filled with many merchants, traders and artisans from the rest of
Westeros and Essos.  Also, many of the brothels had women and men of fair hair
and blue and green of eyes to satisfy the itch the people of Dorne had for the
fairer skin.
Ellaria had a steady stream of blond whores and women she had seduced from the
merchant and aristocratic class that filled the higher economic strata of the
Sunspear.  She sucked and fucked the women into comas of spent bliss.  She was
feverish with desire for Cersei.  She told Stannis soon she would be dining on
Cersei’s succulent cunt and she would persuade the former Lannister to fuck
them both along with Obara.  It would happen.  Ellaria was sure of it.
It if did Oberyn would be extremely happy.  If not he would still be happy for
his daughter.  Cersei had proven herself to be an exemplary mate.  Cersei
worshiped the ground his eldest daughter walked on.  Oberyn still found it hard
to believe this new Cersei.  It was real though.  That Oberyn was sure of. 
Maybe Cersei would eventually find it in her heart to share love with Obara
with other women and hopefully with Obara’s father.  Obara was convinced she
was weakening Cersei’s silly old ways of monogamy and worse being a prude about
sex.  He still fucked his eldest child regularly.  Cersei had proven to not be
the jealous type.  She seemed happy to let Obara fuck Ellaria and Oberyn.
Cersei had laughed when Obara asked if Cersei was upset with her continued
desire to fuck her father and her in all but fact mother.  Cersei had laughed
“Woman!  I started to fuck my twin brother when I was ten years old and bore
his three children.  I think I am okay with incest.  You love me completely
don’t you Obara?”
“Yes!” Obara had declared.
“Well there you go.  Go fuck them baby!”
“But I want to share their love with you Cersei!”
“Maybe one day Obara.  Just not today.”
When had Cersei got so wise Oberyn wondered?
His thoughts turned to other pleasant thoughts as he avoided thinking about the
stupid Haruchai women and their stupid desire for one STUPID STANNIS!
This morning Oberyn saw the Queen and Arya at the table in the dining hall with
their new daughter.  He had heard of the magical return of Kiserri.  The child
his Queen had silently mourned.  He was so happy for Daenerys and Arya.  He had
gone over to visit them.  He looked at the little girl who looked up at him. 
She eyed him and then smiled great big.  She had asked him if wanted to join
her.  He could not help but laugh at the precious girl.  She was cute and very
happy.  She turned her head to be fed by Daenerys and Arya in turn.  She would
open her mouth and harrumph if not fed in what she considered the appropriate
amount of time which was immediately.
“This is your uncle Oberyn.”
“Are you a Bloodrider?”  Daenerys translated for the little girl the little
tyke asked Oberyn.  Strange.  He had heard the girl could speak Westerosi. 
Maybe she only spoke it for certain people.
“I am better than a Bloodrider!” Oberyn crowed “I’m the best warrior in the
land!”  Daenerys rolled her eyes as she translated.
The Queen gave him a white eyebrow.  Well, he was but sometimes discretion was
the better part of valor.  “Well one of the best.”
He saw the small ceremonial dagger behind Kiserri’s belt.  “Are you a
Bloodrider for you mommy?”
The little girl’s chest expanded and a fierce look came over her face.  “I’m
the best warrior in the land!”
The girl learned fast Oberyn mused.  He watched the girl go to grip her dagger
and fumbled the handle and the fake dagger fell down between the bench and the
table.  The little Dothraki girl cried out in frustration.  Her hands had tried
to grab the blade as it fell but merely made it tumble out of sight.  She dove
underneath table and he heard he grumbling chasing the blade around on the
floor. 
Everyone leaned back to watch the cute girl moving around on all fours.  She
kept knocking the blade just out of her reach.  She harrumphed in anger her
face set in a look of extreme concentration.  Oberyn heard a cry of success and
her small head appeared between the table and the bench.  She had a triumphant
look on her face.  She forgot about being fierce.  She sat back down and opened
her mouth to be fed again by her mommies.
He watched the two women love the child and love each other.  The kingdom was
in good hands.  He had worried for the Queen.  She was well balanced but it was
obvious she needed a mate on her arm to help her shoulder the heavy burden of
ruling Westeros.  He had hoped maybe it would be he and Ellaria.  He would have
let Ellaria rule with Daenerys.  He would have taken their enemies out.
Oh well.  Arya Stark was a fierce warrior in her own right he saw.  She was not
much seasoned yet but she would be fierce on the field of battle.  He knew
warriors and Arya was definitely one.
Kiserri looked at Oberyn.  “Can I have some juice?” she asked him and batted
her long eyelashes.  Daenerys still translating.  Oberyn snorted.  She was
wrapping him around her little finger and he didn’t give one wit.  He poured
her some apple juice and she took the cup.
“Say thank you” Dany told Kiserri.
“Thank you!” she chirped and happily started to drink the liquid.  The little
girl looking around her environs with a happy look on her face.  Oberyn shook
his head.  The girl was definitely a cutie and would have all the women and men
she wanted wrapped around her little finger.
//////////
Oberyn was looking out over the training field. 
He watched the Haruchai fighting each other.  He was still in awe at their
sheer speed and agility.  When their fists and feet struck each other he could
hear the sheer power of the impacts.  It had shocked him to see these shorter
in stature people compared to the people of Westeros had so much power in their
bodies.  The impact of their blows on each other sounded like granite slamming
into slabs of ribs in a butcher’s shop.  Oberyn winced knowing those blows had
to be filled with the power to deeply bruise and break bones.  The Haruchai
made no reaction to the blows they received.  Their faces remained stoic. 
He had fought Harrnor earlier this morning.  He had learned enough from
observing the Haruchai sparring to not underestimate his unarmed foe.  They had
stood six feet apart.  Harrnor simply stared at him.  Oberyn had circled the
man making a show with his spear.  The Red Viper did this to distract and put
awe in his opponents.  Harrnor seemed unimpressed.  Oberyn had expected this. 
These Haruchai seemed obsessed with showing no emotions to their opponents.
 The two eyed each other as Oberyn circled the standing still man.
Then in the blink of an eye the Haruchai launched himself at Oberyn and was
upon the spearman in a flash.  Oberyn cursed and whirled his spear up and
blocked the Haruchai’s fast kick barley knocking the kick away from his head. 
Oberyn swiped at the feet of the Haruchai with his spear but he had jumped up
high. He twisted his hips and his right leg swiped out and grazed Oberyn’s
shoulder as he lunged back.  He swirled his spear up to his shoulder and lunged
forward trying to squire the Haruchai with his practice spear.  The man swiped
up with his forearm knocking the spear up and away and came in with a short
punch to Oberyn’s ribs.
Oberyn gasped in pain and cursed loudly. It felt like he had been hit by a
battering ram.  He spun and brought his knee up and hit the man in the hip. 
The Haruchai did not register the solid strike.  This probably bothered the
fierce man from Dorne the most about the Haruchai.  The Giants and Ramen were
like the warriors of Westeros and Essos.  They groaned in pain, cried out in
exertion and cursed as they practiced and fought. 
Not the Haruchai.  It was like fighting shadows.  He fought Harrnor for ten
minutes.  He had been upended once and Harrnor came down with a killing strike
to the throat if he had not pulled his punch at the last moment.  He had gotten
three or four good strikes to the Haruchai to counterbalance the ten he
received.  He had almost squired Harrnor one time with his spear tearing the
man’s tunic near the body. 
The Harchai had bowed deeply to him and told Oberyn he was a great warrior.  He
looked forward to fighting him again.  Oberyn tilted his head in return.  The
compliment had been delivered with no emotion on his face or in his voice.  The
Dorne man knew the man had been sincere in his compliment.  This was one people
truly incapable of lying.  These people respected martial prowess above all
else it seemed.
He now watched Stannis fight Ferna.  He had at first demurred the challenge of
the Haruchai woman.  Stannis had come to fight Daenerys and Arya with a fury. 
Those two women had proven that they were any man’s equal in combat prowess. 
Daenerys and Arya were armed and had shown they knew how to use their weapons
with expert deadly skill.  Ferna had only her feet and fist as weapons. 
Stannis told the woman it would be unseemly for him to fight an unarmed woman. 
“I would easily dispatch you.”
“I will still fight you Stannis.  I will prove my worth to you.  You will see
my prowess.  A prowess mirrored in the sleeping furs I share with my wife and
those we bring into our furs.”
Stannis per his usual self was flummoxed and stammered.  He still tried to
demure.
Finally, in a voice with a hint of a timber of passion Ferna barked out “Fight
me!  I demand the right to prove my worth.”
Glaring and grinding his teeth Stannis finally had accede to the unarmed
woman’s entreaty.  They circled each other with Stannis only halfheartedly
launching attacks at the Haruchai woman.  The woman easily knocking aside his
practice sword.  He was not really fighting the woman.  That was until Ferna in
a blur moved in on Stannis.  She jumped up and snapped his head back with a
solid right cross to his chin that sent Stannis reeling back and falling on his
ass.  He rubbed his chin slowly getting back up on his feet.
Oberyn could now see the man had a new found respect for the Haruchai.  He now
circled the Haruchai with his body tense his eyes gauging his opponent with new
respect.  Also, Oberyn saw, the fire had been ignited in Stannis.  He wanted to
teach the bitch a lesson.  She was snooty in a totally deadpan manner.
Stannis ground his teeth.  He bellowed and surged forward his blade a blur.  He
swiped his wooden blade like a whirlwind of death.  The blade made complicate
patterns of slashes and hacks at the woman.  The man was controlled in his
attack.  Oberyn whistled to himself.  Stannis was constantly constipated going
by his face but he was a great swordsman.  The Haruchai somehow knocked the
blade away with her hand perfectly angled to strike the flat of the blade again
and again.  She would knock the blade aside and step in to strike out with
foot, shin, elbow or fist.
Stannis wore armor and it definitely absorbed some of the power of the Haruchai
but it slowed him.  He was almost able to strike the woman but she constantly
juked just outside the arc of the sword or slipped to the side.  He did make
two strikes on her torso but he had received a fist and a foot to his face that
had him reeling.  Contusions rising on his face.
After fifteen minutes they stopped.  It has been draw.  Fuck! Oberyn thought. 
Life sucked sometimes.  He had wanted to see Stannis get his ass kicked!
Ferna came up to Stannis looking up at his height.  “You fought extremely
well.  Have your wife brought here.  We will fuck you and your wife the night
through.  We are losing our patience.” She spoke like she was strolling through
a grassland looking at the clouds.  How could a woman say she wanted to fuck
like a rabid rabbit and make it sound boring! Oberyn again wondered to
himself.  Eerna turned and walked away side by side with her wife Ranrika.
Life was not fair sometimes Oberyn realized.
He watched the Haruchai and Giants continue to practice.  He was in awe of the
Giants.  They were twice his height at the minimum and some were up to fourteen
feet tall.  They were at least three times his weight if not four times his
weight.  Even the more svelte among the Giantesses were of solid build.  Their
cores thick and their limbs like tree trunks corded with muscle. 
Despite their great height and solid builds they moved every bit as fast as he
or Stannis.  They were not as fast as the Haruchai but they were still
frightening fast.  What made them so deadly was their blades of granite.  The
blades were every bit as strong and sharp as Valyrian steel.  He asked to see
their blades which they had been happy to do.  He smiled at that.  So many
warriors did not anyone to touch their weapons.  Hell he did not want anyone to
touch his weapon!  Or a certain fucking wolf!
The blades were amazingly light for being eight to ten feet in length.  The
blades up to three inches thick.  He noticed each blade was sculpted slightly
different.  He had been told that each blade was made for the specific warrior
and would be buried with her upon her death.  The body of the dead warrior and
her sword caste to the sea if at all possible.  The Giants wanted their final
resting place to be the sea they loved. 
He had been surprised when he discovered only women were in the Swordmainnir. 
The Giants had chuckled at Oberyn reaction.  They had told him that while it
was not carved in stone that only females would serve but it was generations
between when a male entered the Swordmian.  There was just a natural desire for
the men to man the ships and for the women to fight.  Many women were also
sailors with most crews half and half between the sexes.  The Swordmainnir
liked to say they were “the few, the proud the Swordmainnir.”
The blades when they collided hummed and chimed with almost musical clarity. 
The notes would have been pretty to listen to if each note was not also
deadly.  Oberyn saw that the blades even when they collided violently edge to
edge the blades never seemed to nick or form any imperfections on the blade
edge.  The Giants blades were like Valyrian steel in that way.
The blades slammed into each other again and again as the Giants fought
laughing, jibbing and cursing gaily.  Oberyn was not easily intimidated but he
was with the Giants and their fighting prowess.  It was the speed of the Giants
married with their prodigious strength that put pause in the Red Viper.  He had
witnessed Gregor Clegane fight in several tourneys.  He was nicknamed the
Mountain but now he was just a foothill. 
The man had been intimidating to most with his close to eight feet in height. 
His massive shoulders and arms thick as the trunk of small trees.  Gregor’s
limbs were extremely large for a man.  Compared to the Giants he now seemed
like a young teenager.  Gregor weight of over thirty stone.  The man was nearly
all of it muscle, making him near inhumanly strong. Gregor's strength allowed
him to wield a six-foot, two-handed great sword with just one hand, giving him
enormous reach while still wielding a shield. Such was the power of Gregor's
strength that he has been known to hack men in half with just a single blow. 
Oberyn had no fear of the brute.  While fast he was still to some degree
ungainly.  His brute strength was, well, brutish.  Oberyn would easily dispatch
the man by constantly circling him and jabbing at the joints of his armor
slowly wearing him down and bleeding him out. 
This he would not be able to do with the Giants.  They were every bit as fast
as himself!  A six foot sword was something to behold.  A sword that was eight
to ten feet long was the stuff of nightmares in the Giants hands.  He had felt
great astonishment when he first wielded one of their greives.  The blades were
amazingly light.    The blades were not that much heavier than Gregor’s blade. 
He had held its ilk in armorer’s shops. These blades felt perfect for his hand
even thought they were made for a woman twice his height and greater.
With the Giants, the blades were poetry in motion.  Their speed and prowess was
simply stupefying.  How could people so large move so fast and adroitly?  They
were as skilled as Barristan and Eddard and that was a truly horrifying thought
when the blade was up to ten feet long! 
The Giant warriors held nothing back.  They fully trusted in their skills and
their granite armor that he had discovered was fashioned by the same magic as
their swords for each warrior.  It was almost molded to fit them perfectly.  It
flexed with the women as they fought.  It was said to be almost impenetrable
except with the greatest of force or magic.
It was said only the Krill could easily defeat their armor but they knew of
nothing else.  All else would take great strength, skill and probably more
important great magic of which the Krill was supreme.  Oberyn had no idea what
this Krill was.
They fought with whistling swords that seemed to hold nothing back.  Blades
struck breastplates, grieves, gorget or gauntlets.  The blades sending up
sparks but doing no damage.  The Giants grunted and cursed and kept on
fighting.  Wavesplash Rimeshoal took a vicious chop to her helm that knocked it
askew and sent her tumbling to the ground but she rolled and came up fighting. 
That blow would have pulverized any man’s brain to pulp.
Oberyn had no desire to ever fight a Giant.
The Giants fought with laugher and jibs.  He found he liked them immensely.  He
then saw Brail the First Mark of the Haruchai come up to Braveheart Tillerkeel
the First of the Giants.  She slammed her fist into her chest “Fist and Faith. 
There is only victory or death.” She spoke in a flat voice.  Her fist striking
her body sounded like granite slamming iron.
To Oberyn it looked like an oak tree versus a stunted ornamental pine like he
had seen in Highgarden.  He had learned looks were deceiving.  They stood
facing each other.  “Today I will cleave you in two!” Tillerkeel shouted and
swung down with a deadly two handed swing of her blade.  Oberyn knew
instinctively she had to be holding back a little but one could never tell it. 
The blade was invisible as it cut through the air to slice the Haruchai in two.
The sword buried itself two feet into the ground.  Brail had stepped aside
fluidly at the very last moment with no effort or fear of death and now aimed a
vicious heel kick at the Giant’s knee.  The Giant pivoted away on her other leg
her left hand leaving the sword as she rotated for balance and her right hand
ripped the sword out of the ground and used it to block the straight left
coming into her upper thigh.  The Haruchai’s fist slammed into the flat of the
blade but the woman did not flinch in any pain.
The Haruchai launched repeated assaults at the Giant.  The Giant absorbed
harrowing kicks on her breastplate and other armor covering her body.  The
Giant grunted.  She had one sword chop she pulled at the last possible moment
to hit the Haruchai in the shoulder sending her rolling.  How the Giant could
hit the Haruchai and not injure Brail, Oberyn did not know.  The skill to do
that was unfathomable.
The two women fought with whirring blade and blinding fist and feet strikes. 
The Haruchai landed a blow flush to the Giant’s chin when she had folded over
to strike at the crouched Brail.  She had sidestepped again and launched
herself straight up.  Her fist slammed the granite breastplate.  Braveheart’s
breath whooshed out her lungs and she staggered back.  Brail jumped up on the
Giant hooking her fingers in the small gap between helm and gorget.  Her right
fist slammed fast into the Giant’s face twice snapping her head back.  The
Giant had released her sword with her left hand and it slammed into the
Haruchai’s ribs sending her flying.  The Giant had cried out in pain but the
Haruchai accepted her blow in silence.
They continued to fight for another five minutes.  Oberyn had learned that for
them to become the First of their respective people they had had to fight and
defeat all their peers who wished to challenge them for supremacy.  They were
in essence the best of the best.  Oberyn could not believe the fighting prowess
of the two women.
He was impressed and really, really turned on.  He was horny.  Gods fighting
prowess did that to him.  He had struck out with Ferna and Ranrika but they
were merely guppies and minnows.  They were beneath the Red Viper.  He had his
sights on the trophy bass!
The two women had come to some unspoken truce.  The sparring match over.
Brail bowed deeply before the Giant.  “It always gladdens the heart of the
Haruchai to contend with the Giants.  It is always a pleasure.”
Braveheart rubbed her cheek and chin where Brail had landed her savage
punches.  “I would say your pleasure is a weighty matter that carries quite the
impact.”  The Giant then moved to join some of her fellow Giant warriors.  She
lifted a heavy jug and took several large swigs laughing and jibbing her fellow
warriors.
Oberyn moved to Brail as she used a towel to calmly wipe the sweat off her
face.  Her breathing was barely accelerated. 
“You are one hot momma Brail” Oberyn started laying it on thick.  “Seeing you
fight the First to a standoff is truly impressive.  You are filled with
fighting prowess and great beauty Brail.”  Oberyn spoke truly.  All of the
visitors from this “Land” were beautiful to behold.  Their bodies perfectly
proportioned and tight.
The woman merely cocked an eyebrow at him.  She turned her back to him.  Her
demeanor and body language spoke two words.  Buzz off.  Oberyn was undeterred. 
His previous rejections by the Haruchai fueled his desire to succeed this time!
Oberyn walked around to get in front of the reticent woman.  “Don’t be like
that Brail!  You are a beautiful woman and I’m a hot stud.  We could make such
sweet love.  I defiantly have a broadsword in my trousers and I know how to use
it!
“I was warned of you” Brail spoke in a flat tone looking him square in eye. 
She had to tilt her head up with her barely five foot three inch frame.
Oberyn knew he should not ask but he had too “What did those two bitc—lovely
warriors have to say of the Red Viper of Dorne!” puffing out his chest.  A good
offense was the best defense he reasoned.
“My compatriots told me you are a ‘pervert’”.  It was said with finality.
“Hey!  I resemble that remark.  What is wrong with that?  All that means is
that I am the life of the party.  I am a bundle of joy to be around and I can
reaalllyyyyyyy fuck” Oberyn informed the First Mark with an earnest look and
much waggling of his eyebrows.
“I see.  Obviously we should use another word for you.”
“That is my thinking.”  The woman was coming around Oberyn thought smugly.
“So many words to choose from” Brail mused with dispassion.  She paused a
moment.  “Corrupt, degenerate, base, deviant, polluted, geek, depraved—“
“Hey!”
“Sicko, asshole, twisted, miscreant, bastard, wrongdoer, malefactor, offender—“
“Enough already!”
“Villain, lawbreaker, evildoer, delinquent, hoodlum, reprobate; malfeasant—“
“I’m really getting pissed off here!”
“That is enough Brail” Oberyn heard a soft feminine voice speak at his
shoulder.
Lustera came into view.  She was a small woman with soft brown hair and
beautiful brown eyes.  Oberyn had observed her several times.  She was
beautiful of face and body.  Unfortunately, the woman had a constant pained
pinched look to her face.  It robbed her of her natural beauty.  The woman
walked with a stiff manner. 
Oberyn knew instinctively that the woman had been harmed spiritually in the
past.  She still carried within her heart a great pain.
The Haruchai immediately ceased her verbal assault.  Brail turned to face
Lustera.  Oberyn could not believe what he saw.  The Haruchai had softened. 
Her warrior body had almost imperceptibly relaxed and leaned towards the Lord.
“He is a pompous fool.”
“Lustera—make her stop!” Oberyn whined to the Lord of Revelstone.
“You are putting a bad light on us Brail.”  He could see Brail was about to
protest.
“It would please me if you leave him be.  We can see his aura.  He is merely
braggadocios.
“He is a buffoon.”  With that she spun on her heel and started to march away. 
She suppressed her emotions but Oberyn could tell she was pissed.
He flipped her off and jerked his hand hard giving her some spice with his
bird.
She immediately spun around and marched up to Oberyn.
He gulped.
“What?!  I didn’t do anything.”
Lustera spoke up and he heard a hint of mirth.  “The Haruchai are telepathic
and more.  They share their thoughts but also all their perceptions.  Look
behind you.”
Oberyn turned and blanched.  He saw three Haruchai behind him staring at him. 
They had relayed to Brail his actions.
He hung his head.  “Guilty as
charged.”                                                      
“Their mind to mind speak is unique.”
“I’ll say” Oberyn muttered loud enough to be heard.
Brail suddenly spoke up and Oberyn was surprised to hear desire “Lords can join
our mind speak.  You have the lore of Kevin Landwaster.”  The sudden expression
of emotion by the Haruchai had Oberyn’s focus.  This was a first.
“Yes” Lustra replied clearly confused.  “But I am not Haruchai.  I will not
violate your sacrosanct thoughts.
“What if I wanted you to?”
“I do not understand.”  The lord was getting clearly nervous with the direction
of the conversation.  The Lord shuffling her feet and plucking strands of hair
and shoving them behind her ear and making nervous sounds.  Her eyes looking
everywhere but at Brail.
Well, I will be Oberyn thought to himself.
 “We have accepted Lords and Unfettered into our clans.”
“That was long ago.  None have done that in the last three hundred years.  I am
lord of the council.”
With that she turned and walked away.  Her back ramrod straight her face
carefully composed.
“She is a lot like your people isn’t she Brail.”
The Haruchai said nothing for a minute watching the Lord slowly walk away. 
Then she sighed softly.  For a Haruchai it was a shout of passion.
“How long have you been in love with her?”  Brail slowly turned to face
Oberyn.  He thought she might walk away.  Brail took a deep breath.  Again, for
a Haruchai this was a shout of passion.
“For twenty years.  I came to Revelstone with my parents as they served as
Wards to the Lords.  I loved her from the first moment I saw her.  But she was
married so I considered it a hopeless cause and looked among my peers for a
mate.
“But?”
“In our Lands divorce or infidelity is almost never heard of.  Many take others
to fuck but never behind their mate’s back.  Our people are polyamorous. 
Though, of course, you have a wide range of temperaments.  One finds a mate
that matches one’s own desires and demeanor.  Her husband was a lively man full
of laughter and a zest for interactions with strangers.  Lustra is very close
and guarded.  It is said opposites attract but in time they can repel.  For
Lustra this is what happened.  Her Lord husband could no longer stay married to
her.”
“She has been bitter and angry for the last ten years.”
“You should tell her you love her.  That is why you mentioned this melding of
mind speech?”
“Yes.  We can only form a true permanent bond through the mind speech.  We
would be so good for each other.  I would love her true to my last dying
breath.”
“Tell her.  Go for it.”
“No.  She would request another Haruchai.  I could not survive that.”
“You are not being fair to her.  Maybe she would surprise you.  Maybe she
thinks no one could ever love her after her rejection.”
The Haruchai looked at him for a long time. 
“I did not know perverts had a good heart or that they were perceptive and
gentle of heart.  No matter how much of an asshole they may act.”  Oberyn
smiled softly.  For a people who were so stoic they had sarcastic sense of
humor.  He liked them all the more.
Oberyn wanted to jest but he was actually having a bonding moment and did not
want to ruin the atmosphere.
Unfortunately, that only lasted another ten seconds.  Ferna and Ranrika came
walking up at a fast clip.  They exchanged glances with Brail.  She nodded her
head.  Was that a suppressed smirk?  His two hoped for paramours turned to
Oberyn.
“We have come to share our joy with you Oberyn.  The great Red Viper.  You who
would contend with Stannis Baratheon for our affections.”
Brail stood rock still with her Haruchai rectitude but he could she was
enjoying this.
A sour look came over Oberyn’s face.  “Yesssssss?”
“He has gone to your Queen.” 
“Anndddddd?”
“She was most sympathetic to the request.”
“Come out with it already!” the Red Viper shouted out.   Oberyn was not sure
how he knew but he was sure he would not like what he was about to hear. 
“Enough with the suspense already!” Oberyn cried out flinging his arms out
wide.  He might as well play his part.
“In helping our two forces to more fully integrate she has sent her green
dragon Rhaegal and one Strong Belwas to Dragonstone to pick up Selyse Florent.”
“Fucckkkkk!” Oberyn yelled out.
The two Haruchai somehow looked very smug while not showing any emotion. 
Fucking cunts!
He threw his spear down and stomped on it; the spear rolling on the ground from
the abuse.
“I’ll have you know the only person that has a bigger shaft up their ass is his
wife.  She is a fucking prude.  Ha!  Try getting her to sniff your beaver.  Be
prepared for major frustration bimbos!”
“We are most persuasive.  We did get Stannis to agree to have his wife brought
here.  He is nervous with anticipation to fuck us.  He will get his wife to
submit.”
“Ha!  In your dreams!”
“All women are gay Oberyn.”
That stopped Oberyn in his tracks.  That was true. You just had to get them to
accept their innate desires for the female body.  His wife was always seducing
a bevy of suppressed women when they were away in other parts of Westeros.  The
women declaring hotly they were straight to the core of their being.  Then his
sweet Ellaria started to work her charms.  His paramour was always saying that
all women were lesbians deep in their hearts and souls.  She then went to work
proving her pronouncement correct.
But surely not the human prune … no, it was not possible Oberyn thought to
himself.  If the Haruchai could actually get that stiff, uncompromising woman
to fuck like a banshee the world would come to a crashing downfall.  Such an
unnatural occurrence would spin the Earth off its axis.
“We will succeed.  The Haruchai always succeed.”
Out of the corner of his eye Oberyn saw his spear twitch.
No!  He whirled around just as Nymeria bit his spear and took it up in her
slavering jaws and looped off her tail up high swaying.  Oberyn had had enough
abuse for one day.  This time he would not rise to that damn Direwolf’s bait. 
Damn that beast!  The wolf seeing him not pursuing put some wiggle in her hips
as she slowly strutted off.  The wolf clearly waiting for the chase to once
again take off afoot. 
The fucking wolf was daring him to chase her.  He was a bigger man than that.
Nymeria turned her head pausing her retreating gait. She scratched the ground
with her hind feet kicking up dirt and grass.
Fuck that Wolf!  It was on!  Oberyn tore off after the wolf cursing.
He is a must strange manFerna spoke to her wife mind to mind he is strong and
virile
Yes.  But he pales before the hotness of Stannis … I talked to one of his
general’s.  He told me his wife is quite hot … I get to go down on her first
and suck her off the first night until I wear her cunt out … after that they
will both be oursRanrika spoke
So greedy …
That’s the reason you love me so Renrika spoke in a cheeky tone
Yes it is … yes it is
 
Sansa
The feast hall was filled with gaiety and spirit.  Sansa looked at the tables
filled with platters of ham, turkey and trout.  Their bowls filled with
tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers and various beans from the Glass Garden.  Sansa
had always loved the Glass Gardens.  It was a place of calm.  A peace imbued
the place.  It brought peace to the heart.  It was beautiful with its eight
sides to the central rotunda and then the two long wings. The rotunda was
reserved for the flowers and exotic plants for their beauty.  The two wings
were reserved to grow the fruits and fresh vegetables to liven up the food
prepared by the excellent cooking staff.
There was a large boar that had been roasted with the traditional pear in its
mouth.  There was also large braces of tender cooked aurochs.  Also on the
benches were cooked lambs and goats for the Lords of the South.
There was huge baskets for fresh baked bread both leavened and not on the
tables of the feast hall.  Some loaves had spices backed into them.  Some of
the spices were sweet while others had a bite to them.  She saw the bowls of
various jam and serving platers of butter. 
Large pitchers of mead, tea and water were on the tables for liquid
refreshments.
Sansa looked out over the sea of faces and again marveled how the cook, maids,
stable hands and smiths of Winterfell were sitting with the Lords.  The room
still had many Lords as they cycled back down from the wall and those with
Dany.  All were equal here.  Sure, the high nobles were on the raised dais but
the common man filled the rest.  Sansa knew how her father insisted that with
informal meals he and his family were usually down with the “people”.  Her
father felt it helped connect the Warden of the North with his people.
It was said that there must always be a Stark in Winterfell.  The people of the
North thought this deep in their hearts.  Sansa knew it was in large part
because the Warden of the North for many generations worked hard to connect
with the people they governed.  His father was everything that was best about
her family’s line.  His ‘subjects’ adored him.
Margaery had first found it unsettling to be with the “lowborn” and she had
mentioned this to Sansa.  She had actually gotten upset when she had first come
back to Sansa.  Margaery told her that the nobles needed to keep their distance
from the lowborn.  One needed distance to see clearly Margaery said.  Sansa had
tried to explain that to breed true loyalty you had to get on the same level as
your subjects.  Margaery had scoffed at her hearing that. This had truly upset
Sansa.  For the first time she was truly angry with her lover.
She had turned her back on Margaery when they went to bed.  The Tyrell had
attempted to snuggle and pull Sansa to her body but the tall redhead had
rebuffed her lover’s efforts.  She heard Margaery gasp when she realized that
Sansa would not relent.  The bed shook with the shock that went through the
slender brunette’s body.  Margaery had started to sniffle and then she wept
with broken sobs.
Sansa was around in a flash holding and kissing her Margaery sweetly all over
her love’s face.  She begged for Margaery for forgiveness.  Sansa had not meant
to hurt her lover.  She told Margaery that her father had taught his children
that the Starks were to serve the people and to never feel privileged and
entitled.  They had to form an intimate bond with the people to fully serve
them.
Sansa told Margaery she had not put near enough effort into explaining to
Margaery the Stark views on ruling.  Could Margaery ever forgive her?  Her
debacle their first night together still haunted Sansa.  Margaery had sniffled
and told Sansa she would try and understand “the Stark way”.  It was just so
foreign to how she was raised to look at the subjects of the Reach.
With a tremulous voice Margaery had asked Sansa to make love to her.  She
needed Sansa to show her that she indeed loved Margaery.  With a brilliant
smile Sansa took her lover in her arms and kissed her first sweetly and then
took what was her.  She rammed her tongue down Margaery’s throat making her
slut her total whore.  She knew she needed to dominate her lover like she
needed it.
Sansa had then gone down on Margaery again and again.  Gods Margaery’s pussy
tasted so good cumming hard in her mouth flooding it with sweet hot cum that
spasmed out Margaery’s rupturing womb.  Her screams of sweet rapture music to
the Stark’s ears.  They had then tribbed classic scissors.  Their groins locked
and legs held onto tight as they rammed and wallowed their pussies into each
other with shocking force.  Their mutual orgasms ripping through their bodies. 
Then Sansa sat on Margaery’s face and rode her hard just like Margaery loved
it.  She swept her cunt hard up and down Margaery’s face riding her drooling
clamshell over the hot gobbling mouth of her lover.  Her snatch jamming down on
Margaery’s chin on the down stroke and using her nose as a fuck post on the
upsweep.  Sansa had wailed and wailed as she rode her Rose’s face hard.  Twice
Sansa had cummed so hard on Margaery’s face.  Her womb had felt like it
shattered deep in her belly.  Her orgasms ripping her cunt asunder as almost
agonizing waves of ecstasy tore through her long strong body.
Then she had slowly wormed her love fist into her sweetie’s tight trim.  She
loved the feel of Margaery’s tight fuck hole stretching out as she slipped her
wedge in Margaery’s drooling clamshell.  Sansa fucked Margaery hard with her
fingers in a wedge pounding her lover’s box fast and furious.  Sansa fucked
Margaery hard to another orgasm and then as Margaery swooned she worked her
thumb and then knuckles into the rim of her love’s vagina.  Then with one last
push her hand sunk into Margaery’s pussy.  The wet tight heat gripped her hand
tight.  Sansa always loved the feel of wet heat riding down the back of her
hand feeling Magaery’s tight trim worming down the back of her hand.  Margaery
keened in fucking ecstasy. 
She jabbered for Sansa to fuck her hard.  Sansa smiled down at Margaery as she
got on her knees to get height and leverage.  She slowly formed her love fist. 
Starting slow Sansa worked her fist in and out her woman’s cunt and started up
a twisting motion letting her knuckles work her slut’s folds and whorls.  Her
knuckles rubbing the slippery vaginal walls of her lover and slut.
Soon Margaery’s juices had soaked Sansa’s wrist and ran down her lower
forearm.  Margaery writhed on the bed warbling and groaning like a Lysian
whore.  Slowly, Sansa stretched out her lover’s pussy with her pumping fist
sinking deep into her baby’s belly.  With her slut’s fuck sleeve loosened up
Sansa ramped up the force of her forearm pumping into her baby’s hot hungry
cunt.
Quickly, Sansa worked up to ramming her twisting fist savagely into her slut’s
cunt.  Her fist sinking in deep into the hot cauldron of Margaery’s spamsing
clenching twat.  Sansa loved the wet heat sucking and spasming on her slamming
fist.  She watched Margaery’s pussy clinging tight to her forearm as it rode in
and out her couchie on the deep thrusting in stroke.  Cum slavered Sansa’s
wrist and lower forearm with a thick coating of snail snot that dripped off and
hung down in quivering slimy tendrils.
Margaery’s face was twisted with ecstasy that was so dire it looked like
agony.  Sweat poured off the Tyrell’s body and face.  Her hair dark and matted
with sweat.  Margaery swirled her pussy up into the fist plunging deep into her
quim.  Sansa’s fist twisting in to ram Margaery’s cervix gagging the sweet
princess of Highgarden ecstasy.  Cum dripping off of Sansa’s fist on the out
stroke.
Then Margaery’s womb had ruptured and ripped out Margaery’s cunt.  Margaery’s
body heaved and jackknifed violently as her sweet screams echoed in Sansa’s
bedroom.  The bed’s headboard slamming the wall loudly as Margaery’s body
strained and bucked violently.  Suddenly spent her body collapsed boneless on
the bed.  Margaery wept with pure love as did Sansa.  Sansa slowly removed her
hand from Margaery’s tight clenching in aftershocks cunt. 
Sansa ran her hand front and back all over Margaery and her own face soaking
them in Margaery’s sweet slimy love snot.  It made them feel so close when they
soaked each other’s face in their cum and then snuggled up close with bodies
soaked in cum and sweat.
They had lain in post coital bliss and used the sweet bonding time to come to
an understanding.  Sansa patiently teaching her Tyrell how rule was applied in
the North of Westeros.  They had gone to sleep with entwined limbs and
whispered words of complete total love.
The hall was even more lively than normal.  The Giants were in the hall.  She
noticed that the Giants did everything communally.  They always came in as one
group and left as one group.  They were a people that laughed and jested
continuously.  A room even as large as the feast hall could not help but be
filled with gaiety with Giants in it.
The Giants listened to each story told them with complete attention that
bordered on this side of rapturous adore.  They laughed at all the punch lines
no matter how bad or cheesy.  They hung on every word.  They wanted to hear the
stories again and again.  They would interrupt begging for more details and to
repeat sentences so they could laugh at them again.  If Sansa ever put on a
comedic murmur’s play she needed to have the Giants in attendance.  They would
have everyone else laughing their asses off.  Even if the play was not funny!
The twenty-two Giants were literally the life of the party as the saying went.
The Giants ate all the food in large heaping on their plates and in their
bowels.  They wanted to compliment all the cooks on their most outstanding
culinary efforts.  The Giants drank all the wine and ale offered.  The Giants
enjoyed the drink but said they needed something more substantial they
announced bombastically.  Some of the Giant warrior women and the two sailor
men had large jugs tied to their belts.
The Giants and taken the jugs out and pulled out the stoppers to their jugs. 
They had put the massive jugs on the crooks of their arms and drank from the
large jugs with loud gulps wiping their faces with the back of their hands. 
Jory Cassel and Rodrik Cassel had asked for a cup of this Giant’s drink.  The
Giants told the men and several other takers that Diamonddraught was a potent
drink that most men found overpowering and most intoxicating.
The men had begged to differ.  The Giants had looked at each other with mirth
in their eyes.  They filled the proffered cups to the brim with their
Diamonddraught.  The men drank deeply and slammed their empty mugs down on the
tables saying rather loudly that the drink was rather tame.
Soon the men were babbling and making drunken passes at the Giants and the
serving maids.  They stumbled and slurred their words and were for five minutes
almost the life of the party.  They got up to dance jigs but instead had to be
pushed and shoved to be kept upright.  Then they were on the benches their
faces on the table snoring loudly passed out.  All laughed good naturedly at
the turn of events.
Sansa noticed something else almost immediately.  All the Giant warrior women
were paired up together.  The Giants ate and lived communally but they were
definitely doing this in pairs of two.  The two sailors were not a couple but
the women were.  They sat side by side and were always stealing kisses, rubbing
thighs, hugging each other and gazing longingly into each other’s eyes.
The women put their armor aside when not practicing or in the field.  They wore
simple tunics and trousers synched tight around for them slender muscled
torsos.  She had spied several of the women coping feels on their mates bosom,
ass and down the front of trousers.   Foamsurge Oakenspar had snapped the table
top off in her clenched fist feeling Forecastle Starkissed rub her slit and
flick her clit. 
Margaery had taught Sansa to be very attuned to women loving women.  Margaery
had called it “gaydar”.  That was a strange name for being attuned to lesbians
but it did have a ring to it.   She had missed so much before but now she had
her butterfly antenna for lesbian sex always flicking and twisting.  Margaery
had addicted her to lesbian sex.  Her horndog loved fucking and now so did
Sansa.  Margaery equally loved watching women fuck and hearing them talk of
their fucking.  She had told Sansa many tales of Margaery’s debauchery with her
hens.  Sansa could not wait to start writing her own chapters with them and
Margaery.  The sex would be so good. 
Olenna had told her granddaughter that the Hens were fitting well in King’s
Landing.  The hussies were fucking the chambermaids and the female stable hands
to exhaustion.  The female courtesans at the Court of King’s Landing had gotten
wind of the “hens”.  Needless to say the little sluts were banging many a
knight, lord and visiting merchant’s daughters and young wives.  Sansa was
shocked at that but Margaery poo pooed that saying those married women were
ignored and treated like mere possessions.  Her ‘hens’ were bringing joy and
pleasure to those women.  When it was put that way Sansa had to change her
thinking. 
The men were busy themselves breaking their supposed marriage vows.  Olenna and
Tyrion were spying on everyone of course recording all the dalliances.  The two
did this to protect and further the Iron Throne.  The men and women compromised
dare not move against the Queen or the royal court with all the dirt that had
been accumulated.  One lord had caught his wife fucking two of the ‘hens’.  He
demanded justice until a ledger was presented with all his dalliances and how
he had cheated the Iron Throne of several hundred gold dragons.
The dalliances of his wife with the hens were afterwards judged by the man to
be a trifle.  The man was most thankful to have a fourth of his debt forgiven
and was given much time to make up his Arrears.  If he kept his mouth shut and
took no actions.  The man had been most happy to comply.  His wife’s family had
supplied much needed land and gold dragons to the man’s family.  He could not
jeopardize that.  He had not been so pissed off when he thought about it in
that light.  She was only fucking a couple of ‘whores’ after all.  The man said
“it is not like she is fucking a man.”
Olenna had let that slip to keep the peace. 
Typically, the man was now chiseling his wife to let him fuck the hens with
her.  She had laughed at that saying that the ‘hens’ were for her alone.  They
were gold star lesbians anyways.  The wife had to explain that to her husband
as the hens had explained it to her.
She did ‘volunteer’ to fuck his mistresses with him.  The man had at first been
stunned.  He had fumed and bitched but he was a man after all and soon he found
the idea extremely intoxicating.  Both were now extremely happy.  He now gave
his wife permission to seduce all the women she could and oh could you please
share them with me.  He got to fuck his wife and other women in two and three
on ones and his wife was getting even more pussy!
Margaery and Sansa would instill some control when they arrived in King’s
Landing.  There was plenty of women to fuck without messing with a man’s wife. 
Unless he didn’t care or he was a cheat then that changed everything or the man
was dominating his wife trying to crush her will and he refused to change his
controlling ways.  It burned up Sansa that men thought that they could ‘cheat’
and their women could not.  That women had to be docile slaves in all but name
to their men.  She would work to balance those scales of sexual injustice. 
Margaery had told Sansa about the wild swing parties in Highgarden.  They were
sure a hot blooded lot in the Reach Sansa thought.  The tales of multiple
pairings and sweet endless fucking had Sansa longing to participate in full
blown lesbian swing parties.
At first such new ideas had been shocking to the Stark but now she couldn’t
wait to partake of such events herself.  She got wet thinking of participating
in these lesbian ‘swing parties’.  Sansa found her mouth watering at thoughts
of all the pussies and sweet assholes for her to devour.  Having women willing
giving themselves to Sansa made the tall redhead smile sultrily.  She had many
women to consume as the wolf in the henhouse. 
Margaery told Sansa it was her right.  She was the dominate wolf after all. 
Sansa liked the sound of that.  Yes.  She would be the Queen of her roost.   
Sansa found herself anxious to reach King’s Landing and partake fully in her
newfound sexual liberation.  Winterfell was her home but she had in some ways
outgrown its provincial ways.  She wanted to spread her wings in King’s
Landing.  Her sexual mores had totally changed and she longed to start
devouring Margaery’s hens and the various women that they brought back to their
nest. 
Men bored Sansa now.  Their bodies left her unaffected.  Not so women and their
bodies!  She really wanted to become a total lesbo slut as Margaery liked to
call it.
Sansa watched the Giant woman, Forecastle Starkissed, rubbing her woman’s pussy
with her hand in Foamsurge’s trousers.  Forecastle may be a Giant but she was
all bad girl.  She kept rubbing Foamsurge’s clit and slit till her body
thrashed and spasmed hard in orgasm.  The Giant woman’s eyes bulged open as she
clamped her teeth tight so swallow her screams of ecstasy.  Sansa beside the
Giant female loved hearing the strangled muffled wails of lesbian bliss right
beside her.  The loud boisterous environment of the Feast Hall clouded the
sound of Foamsurge’s cries of swallowed ecstasy.  With all the back slapping
and gesticulating around them most missed it Sansa thought but she had sure
seen it.  It was hot!  Seeing women over twice your size being naughty was hot!
She had then been more shocked when Forecastle took the table top from her
wife’s still clenching fingers and fitted the granite back in place and hummed
a tune and traced the rock break with her index finger.  In ten seconds the
break was no more.  Foamsurge leaned into her wife her eyes unfocused and sweat
beaded on her face.  A big beatific smile on her face.
They had then gotten up and begged their excuses.  Foamsurge’s trousers dark
now in the front and her ass cleft with her soaking cum juices.  They hurried
out.  The Giants had staked out a spot in the woods by the Godswood where they
had setup low tents or in the horse barns with their high ceilings.  Their
screams of sex during the night were loud and deep.  She and Margaery had
listened to the Giants two nights ago.  The Giants had no problem expressing
their pleasure and love.  It had gotten them all wet and horny before running
back to their quarters.
Yesterday Sansa had asked Braveheart Tillerkeel about her observations.  The
Giant smiled brilliantly down at Sansa.  She had laughed and told the Stark
that yes indeed all the Swordmainnir under her command were paired and
married.  It was not so in all other companies of Swordmainnir.  She liked the
extra cohesion and comradery it brought her command.  A lover always fought
hardest to save their lover from harm.  In her command the women fought back to
back when needed the women seeking out their mates to press their backs too. 
Sansa asked if they were strictly monogamous.  Braveheart looked at Margaery
and Sansa appraisingly.  “Most of us are monogamous but not all.  Would you and
Margaery care to join us in our tent tonight?  Zephyrstar Forecastle and I are
in an open relationship where we share beautiful women at times.”
Sansa graciously declined the offer.  She was frankly intimidated in making
love to a woman twice her size and many times her weight.  Plus, she and
Margaery were still new in their relationship.  She had shed a lot of her
prudish nature but she not ready for that.  She wanted to fuck just Margaery
while still in Winterfell.  That would change once they were reunited with
Margaery’s hens but they were family and had a history with Margaery.  Sansa
was not jealous of them.  They had helped make Margaery into the loving
wonderful lover she was now.
Their sweet dispositions had helped Margaery to also be a sweet loving woman.
She and Margaery had discussed it at length a few nights ago after intense
lovemaking.  Sansa had become sure that outside of Margaery’s hens waiting them
in King’s Landing and the women they had in their claws and beaks that Sansa
did not want any other women in addition to her future wife as part of her
brood.  They would share their hens and conquests.  They would have one big
happy extended brood. 
Margaery had smiled and agreed only asking Sansa to keep an open mind.  Who
knew whom might come into their communal nest?  Sansa had found that a
reasonable request.  Sansa was finding herself opening up more and more from
her strict prudish upbringing.  She now knew she would be sucking off all the
women her ‘hens’ brought to her to be devoured.  She wondered more and more if
she herself might not be bringing sweet sluts to their nest for hen
consumption.  She liked that thought more and more.
Where the Giants were gaiety and had faces full of emotion and mirth, Sansa saw
that the other visitors from this place called the Land were of a different
temperament.  The Haruchai and Ramen were in many ways the exact opposite. 
They did not necessarily come into the feast hall as one.  They would stream in
small knots or individually.  She noticed roughly half the Haruchai were
partnered up with all manner between the sexes.
She could feel the bond between the pairs but you almost never know it by
looking at them.  They ate quietly with a minimal use of energy or limb
movement.  Their faces were like stone and did not interact with those around
them.  She at first felt they were snooty but threw that out almost
immediately.  They were just bluff and taciturn.  They seemed too deliberately
to want to not show emotion or any expression. 
Sansa also had noticed that the Haruchai had seemed to setup a loose patrol of
Winterfell.  She would notice a Haruchai in a hall or out on the squares on the
grounds of Winterfell.  She would look away and when she looked back they would
seem to have disappeared.  She had asked Wavesplash Rimeshoal of this as she
walked from the Great Hall to the Glass Gardens to see them again with
Margaery.  Margaery could never get enough of the exotic sights and sounds of
the solarium.  The Giant also wished to see the “fabled Glass Gardens” she had
heard so much about.
“The Haruchai are most adept at blending into their surroundings.  We have
grown accustomed to his skill and more often than not spy them out, though, I
must admit often we don’t.  They are on guard.”
“Why?  There is no danger her in the seat of my father’s power.”
Wavesplash had chuckled at that.  “The Haruchai have a saying ‘We know
caution.’  It is in their nature to protect those that they value.  Trust me in
this.  We are warded and protected.”
The conversation then turned to the Haruchai themselves.  Braveheart told her
that among themselves in their dwellings they were much different.  They were
renowned for their hot passion and extreme sexual prowess.  They would show
that with lovers that they took to their bed outside of the Haruchai.   The
Giant with mirth in her eyes informed Sansa of the arrival of one Selyse
Florent.  Sansa herself had heard that Stannis’s wife had arrived last night.
Oberyn had been most sour about that for some reason.  Then she had found out
why he was in a put off mood.  She had had to laugh hard with that knowledge. 
The idea that Mr. and Mrs. Prude were going to get evidently lots of hot wet
pussy and he wasn’t had to hurt the vainglorious man.
Her reverie came to an end.  She looked over at a table that the Ramen were
sitting at.  They did not come in a group all the time like the Giants.  They
were short of stature like the Haruchai.  They were quite but their faces did
show emotion and their voices had inflections.  They kept to them themselves
she had heard.  They spent most of their time caring for the Ranyhyn and with
the great horses settled the Ramen were also tending the multitude of horses
currently housed in Winterfell proper or in corrals setup outside on the gassy
plains surrounding the old castle.
The Haruchai kept their hair short no matter the sex though the women wore it
down to the bottom of their ears while the men had close cropped crew cuts. 
The Ramen men had hair about as long the Haruchai women.  The female Cord had
hair to her shoulders.  Her Manethrall, Shapa, had long brunette hair that came
to the middle of her back when she had pulled her garrote out her hair.  She
tied it back up into her hair twisting and weaving it to put her hair up. 
Sansa had been told that as the “Cord” approached their ascension to a
Manethrall they let their hair grow out so they could weave their cord and
healing flowers in their long tresses.
The Manethrall had yellow dried flowers in her hair.  When Margaery had asked
her two days ago what the flowers were she had been told they were
Amanibhavam.  The flowers were too powerful for human consumption.  They
brought insanity to man but gave healing to the Ranyhyn.  Only the Manethrall
with their extensive study could safely administer the powerful drug locked in
the dried flower petals.
Sansa had looked at the Manethrall as they talked and wondered what weapon they
used in combat.  She had heard the tales of them coming to the Ranyhyns’ aid
against large wolves that had waged war on the Ranyhyn.  She knew the Giants
fought with swords and the Haruchai with their fist and feet.  Sansa asked the
Ramen how they fought.  The Manethrall nodded to Trami.
He had stepped away from Sansa in the hall.  In a deft motion he unbound the
cord tied around his waist.  He ripped the cord he had tied around his wrist in
two loops of the rough hemp rope.  He started his wrist rotating and the long
cord started to circle in a whirring blur.  Suddenly, he snapped his wrist and
the cord which had fists knotted into the rope whiplashed like a bullwhip.  The
rope snapped a foot off to each side of Margaery’s head.  He then pivoted and
ran down the hall and jumped in the air.  He twisted his body and made a loop
of his cord and snapped it shut with a quick flick of his wrists.
“That would have snapped the neck of a Kresh and any human.”
“Kresh?”
“They are similar to your Direwolves though only about up to our shoulders and
not over our heads like your Direwolves.  The Kresh have yellow fur and yellow
eyes.  They are filled with ancient hate and hunger from the time of Lord
Foul.  They long to rend the flesh of the Ranyhyn as they roam the plains of
Ra.  We will ensure that will never happen!”
Sansa saw that the great horses of the Plains of Ra brought out the passion in
these quiet people.  These people were filled with fiery passion that they
allowed to bleed through at times.  She noticed that where the Haruchai were
dark brown and black hair by birth the Ramen seemed to have brown and almost
dirty blonde hair.  Their skin was more pale but was dark brown because of
their time in the sun.  The Ranyhyn were in the sun and, thus, so were the
Ramen.
Sansa was brought out of her reflections seeing her sister walking into the
feast hall.  On her shoulders was Kiserri looking around like she was Queen of
the world.  The child spotted Sansa and waved great big.  Sansa felt her heart
go pitter-patter looking at the sweet little tyke.  Arya spotted her and walked
over with her new daughter running her fingers through her Arya’s brown hair
that she had pulled straight back like her father kept her hair.  She thought
the look looked good on Arya.
She sat down across from Sansa. 
“Auntie Sansa!” Kiserri cried out and held her hands out.  Sansa laughed taking
her niece and pulling Kiserri onto her lap as the girl snuggled and laughed. 
They talked about the current events.  Their conversation turned to their
mother.  It was time for her to deliver.  It was past time actually.  Maester
Luwin was worried that the birth had not happened yet.  Maester Luwin thought
the birth was still several days off.  Still their mother looked so much better
than she had when Arya had arrived.  Margaery had bowed out of the meetings to
be available for Catelyn when their mother went into labor.
Two Giants came up to the table.  Kiserri quickly held out her hands for Arya
and the young Stark took the girl back from Sansa.  Sansa was not upset.  The
girl wanted her mommy.  Kiserri hid pressed into Arya looking up at the Giants
from Arya’s neck.  The little Dothraki girl looking up at the Giants with big
eyes of wonder and a dose of fright.
“We are Oakentree Harborchannel and Crestdancer Shipsprow.  We hear you are the
Queen’s Bloodrider and a most fierce warrior.”  The Giant women spoke in fluent
Dothraki.
The little girl lost some of her fear and nodded her head ‘yes’.
“We have heard you are armed.  Can we see your fearsome dagger?”
The little Dothraki girl shyly pulled out her blade only fumbling it slightly.
Crestdancer whistled.  “It is a deadly weapon.  We tremble before it” The
Giants acted fearful of Kiserri.  “Will you grant us permission to remain in
Winterfell?”
Kiserri made a show of considering her options and then “Yes.  I will allow you
to stay.”  Sansa then saw the little girl’s face fill with a calculating look. 
“Can you make me a butterfly?”  Sansa smiled having had heard Arya tell her
that story.
The Giants looked at each other wondering what the girl meant.
Arya pipped up and explained to the Giants how to make Kiserri a butterfly.
They laughed gaily and Oakentree held down her hands.  The little girl marveled
at the shovel size of the Giant’s hands.  Kiserri looked at Arya and she gave
the child a reassuring smile.  The girl held up her little arms and the Giant
gently picked up the girl and held her facing away from her body. 
Kiserri giggled and whooped when she was lifted over fifteen feet up into the
air.  All around the feast hall the Giants carried the extremely happy child. 
They took turns lifting up Kiserri and swaying her body like a butterfly in
flight.  The Giants walked back to the tables where their countrywomen sat. 
They handed the squealing little girl among them letting her be a butterfly
flying high in the air and spun her around slowly as she chirped and beamed. 
The Giants gently hefted the girl up throwing her up a foot and their large
hands totally enfolding the laughing girl protecting her as she wildly whooped
she was flying.  Kiserri flapped her little arms energetically.
Sansa looked at Arya who had a sufficed smile on her face looking at the little
girl asking for apples slices to be handed up to her as she flew around her
little arms flapping and now her right hand pushing apple slices into her mouth
that she chomped on and swallowed with big gulps.
“How does it feel to be a mother?  You move fast Arya.  Hell, Margaery has been
fucking me for months and Margaery has not knocked me up yet.”
Arya blushed profusely.  She then gaped at her former prudish and staid
sister.  “What happen to my conservative and prime proper sister?  You never
talked like this before!”
“Margaery came into my life.  I am learning to be free about sex Arya.  It is a
wonderful thing.  One should enjoy it fully.”
Arya looked at her sister as her blush faded.  She smiled at her and Sansa felt
a love for Arya growing.  They were finally putting the rancor of their past
behind them.
“I love her with all my heart Sansa.  It is a little shocking to be a mother on
the same day you finally consummate your love with the woman you have loved for
six years.”
Sansa laughed and Arya joined in.
They discussed how cute Kiserri was and how precious the little Dothraki was. 
The little girl was so sweet and loving.
Twice Arya had come to her and Margaery during the day and asked them to play
with and occupy Kiserri for a few hours.  Sansa had smirked at Arya who blushed
a little.  Sansa then cocked an eyebrow and Arya blushed more.  It was so nice
now that she was the more liberated one.  Arya was still so fresh and innocent
when it came to sex.  Sansa fully understood that the Queen and Arya needed
some alone time.  They needed to cement their love with great lovemaking.  She
felt closer to Margaery after they had fucked themselves to exhaustion. 
They had been happy to bond with their new niece.  The girl was a little
blossom of light and laughter.  She was easily entertained and happy to be
around her new aunts.  The girl just ate up affection and was so well
mannered.  It was obvious that Dany was a great mother and Sansa knew that Arya
already loved the little girl dearly and would be a great mommy too.
Dany and Margaery were meeting with Eddard and his war council.  Margaery had
been missing meetings being ready to be there with her second mother when her
water broke and the birth of her child began.  Sansa wanted her future wife to
keep abreast of events so she had a maid ready to run to her and then she would
run to the war council meeting and have Margaery and herself go to her mother. 
They would be there for Sansa’s mother when it was time for Catelyn Stark to
give birth to her child.    
“I have wanted to ask since you returned but wanted it to be just us.  How did
Margaery’s technique work on the Queen Arya?  Did it work as advertised?  How
hard did she cum in your mouth?”
“Sansa!”
“What?!” Sansa asked in a false innocent voice looking equally innocent.
“I just can’t— … well—uh”
“You can’t believe I talk so dirty and act like a fucking slut?”
“Sansa!” Arya gasped “why do you put yourself down like that!”
“I’m not Arya.  Margaery is teaching me that it is man’s world trying to keep
us under their thumb to think ourselves dirty when we love sex; especially the
love of our own sex.  Our father is such an exception.  Most men are
intimidated by our power and sexuality.  They try and make us feel guilty for
loving sex.  I am not guilty anymore.  I love sex and want all of it can get
from Margaery and when we get to King’s Landing her hens.”
“Hens?”
Sansa explained to Arya Margaery’s brood of cousins and close family friends
she had been fucking for years.  Sansa made it clear so that Arya understood
the incestuous nature of the ‘hen’s lovemaking.
Arya just gaped at her for a minute.  “It won’t bother you sharing Margaery
with her cousins.  I could never share Dany with anyone.  No one!” she declared
hotly.
Sansa reached over and gripped Arya’s hand.  “That is good for you and your
Queen.  It is obvious that you two will only ever sleep with each other.  Only
Dany will be your Dragon Queen and only you can be her Direwolf.  I love
Margaery with all my heart and I know she would give up her cousins if I
demanded it but I find I don’t want too.  It just feels right in my soul to
love them too.  I can and I will.
“Wow.  You have become quite liberated in regards to love and sex … wow.  I am
happy for you Sansa.  I was so sure you would get married to some prince and
have a brood of babies and be miserable.”
Sansa looked within herself and shivered at what could have been.  “Thank the
gods Margaery came into my life.  Otherwise I would have fallen not into a
fairytale but a nightmare.  Men are so banal.  No one is as good as our father
or the man Robb will become.  She saved me from a life of rue and despair.  I
was a lesbian and had no idea.  I have been liberated and I have Margaery to
thank for that.”
Sansa paused and looked at her sister “You were way ahead of me there sister.”
Arya smiled at her again.  Sansa was so happy that she and her sister could
share their intimate selves now that they had become adults.
“So tell me!  How did Margaery’s advice work?!”
Arya looked at Sansa and her shy smile turned radiant.  “Ohhh Sansa!  Gods, she
cummed so hard.  Having Margaery’s advice gave me the confidence I needed when
first making love to her.  I was so green!  Our lovemaking started a little
rough.  Dany took the lead and made love to me and took me to the heavens. 
Then she guided me to take her.  Once I calmed down and got my confidence I
rocked her world Sansa.  Margaery’s advice centered me.  I need to thank her so
much.  Please tell her!  I so loved sucking Dany off and feeling my tongue
working her clit with all those techniques she taught me.  Gods I love the feel
of her clit underneath my tongue and how her clit and hood squirted around in
my mouth as I deep throat sucked it.  She filled my mouth with her sweet cum as
she screamed.”
Arya had a dreamy look on her face.
“Tell me what you did last night.  I love hearing about fucking.  Will you
share?”
Arya hesitated.
“Its hot Arya.  Talking about sex lets you relive it and makes you and I both
hot for our wives.  Margaery is always telling me about the hot sex she had
with her hens.  I fuck the hell out of her when she gets me so hot for it.” 
Sansa paused.  Gods she couldn’t wait to get her mouth and fingers on
Margaery’s cousins!
Arya looked around and saw no one was listening and leaned in with a big smile
on her face.  “After Kiserri went to sleep we put her in the bed across the
hall.  Aggo was her Bloodrider for the night.  We hurried back to my room.  We
sucked each other off again and again.  Gods Margaery she cums so hard filling
my mouth to overflowing with her hot cum.  She tasteeessss so good!”
“Then I scooted off the bed.  I got on my knees and pulled her to the edge of
the bed and put her legs on my shoulders. I hooked my fingers into her seam and
pulled it slowly open.  Gods it was so fucking beautiful Sansa.  Her cunt was
so red and wet.  I watched her inner folds clutch and her fuck hole open and
close as she breathed and her stomach flexed.  I buried my face in her cunt and
started to tongue fuck her sweet wet pussy.  I hammered my head to pound my
tongue in and out her pussy.  Her pussy was so wet and it slurped as I fucked
it.”
Sansa’s eyes went glassy listening to the sweet details from her sister going
down on the Queen.  Margaery was so right.  Listening to great sex described
was totally hot and rad!
“I would bury my face in her muff and suck in her inner twat meat and munch on
it as I slobbered on sweet red cunt meat.  I loved feeling her wet pussy in my
mouth.  I sucked with all my strength my cheeks hollowing out.  I went back to
tongue fucking her until she screamed and screamed.  Her hands tore at the
sheets and her thighs clamped so hard on my ears and squeezed so long as I
watched her body go so rigid.  She would buck and flip grinding her hot wet
cunt into my sucking mouth.”
“Sansa, Dany’s spams would last so long.  She would relax for a few heartbeats
and then more spasms ripped through Dany’s body and she would go rigid and
spasm again and again.  I loved how her thighs squeezed my head.  She used that
grip as a fulcrum to lift her ass rise off the bed grind her exploding cunt in
my mouth.  The way it rocked my head back.  Gods I love her cumming so hard in
my mouth” Arya spoke in a dreamy voice.
“I know Arya.  Last night I was going down on Margaery and she was near
orgasm.  I wormed two fingers up her hot tight wet shithole.”  Sansa loved how
Arya’s eyes bulged at that fact.  “We both love it up the ass Arya.  I slammed
my fingers up into Margaery’s asshole with hard vicious strokes of my forearm. 
Gods I love the feel of her shithole clamping down on my fingers as I squire
her butthole.”
Now Sansa had the dreamy eyes “Gods I loved how she clawed her fingers into my
scalp and she had her legs spread out and her feet jammed into the mattress. 
When she cummed she rammed my face so deep into her exploding snatch and her
feet surged her hips up off the bed ramming her pussy deep into my mouth.  Her
cum overflowed my mouth.”
“I loved the feel of her asshole gripping my plunging fingers as she orgasmed. 
It feels so hot feeling her shithole spasm and suck on my pumping fingers.”
“Wow Sansa” Arya gasped.  “You have developed quite the potty mouth …
shithole?  Why do you use such dirty words?  You make sex sound so base.”
“No Arya.  It make sex sound nasty and hot.  Again that is man’s world trying
to crush our natural desires.  They want us to control ourselves and submit to
them by being demure and suppressing our natural desires to want to cum hot,
wet and hard.  They want us to be the pure angel in the proverbial kitchen and
whore in the bedroom.  They want us to be their slaves and cater to them.  We
are to be pure as they fuck around.  They want us to act dirty but only as much
as they allow.  Fuck them!  I like talking nasty Arya.  It makes both Margaery
and myself hot for it.  Saying ‘shithole’ excites me Arya.  It will excite you
my little sister.  Once you let yourself be free you will never go back.
Sansa saw her sister considering her words.  Arya was a rebel.  She would soon
be talking like a drunken sailor on leave when fucking Dany.  She needed to
make sure that Arya progressed in other ways.
“You need to start doing anal Arya.  I cum so hard when Margaery fucks me up
the ass with her strap-on cock or rams her fist so hard and deep up my ass
Arya.”  Sansa smiled seeing Arya with a glazed look in her eyes.
Arya sighed “I will let Dany guide us to when we do anal.  I trust her
completely.  I do want to be fucked up the ass Sansa.  I warged into Nymeria
and through her I have seen het couples doing it and the lesbian couples with
strap-ons fucking each other up the ass.  They cum so hard!  Still.  I will let
Dany control that.  She wants us to enjoy fucking ‘straight lesbo’ first.” 
Arya sighed again this time in total happiness.  “I love it when her cum runs
down my cheeks, throat and runs down to soak my breasts.”
“Does the Queen love your little titties Arya?”  Sansa knew the Queen did but
wanted to get Arya to say it.  Her sister had the hottest unique nipples.  She
was really lucky
Arya got a dreamy look again.  “Three nights ago she spent almost a candle
sucking on my nipples.  She just loves them and can’t get enough of them.  She
calls them her “sweet plums”.  She sucked so hard on them I thought she might
suck them down her throat!   She hooks her lips underneath the rim of my
areolas and anchors her mouth to suck so hard!  I love how her cheeks hollow
out as she sucks so voraciously on my nipples.  I can feel her stretching them
taunt in her mouth.  Her tongue like a gig batting and slapping my nipples all
over.  It is so heavenly Sansa” Arya said in a dreamy voice her eyes unfocused.
“She reached down and just flicked my clit and I exploded and exploded.  My
tits throbbed so fucking hard and felt full of fire.  I don’t how to describe
the pleasure it is so intense.  She made me feel so good Sansa.  She makes me
proud of my breast.”
“I know what you mean.”
Arya looked at her confused.  Sansa told her how she had always felt ashamed of
her cone shaped breast and how her nipples were so puffy and capped over her
breast.  How Margaery had made her feel like the most sexy woman in the world
and how she now loved her own breast.  She squeezed Arya’s hand.  “You have
great tits little sister.”
Arya beamed.
“Tell me more.”
Arya’s eyes lidded like the slut she was quickly becoming with her Queen’s
tutelage.  “When Dany recovered from my suck off she got us up on the bed.  She
positioned our bodies so we could scissor fuck with me for the first time. 
Gods that is so fucking hot Sansa.  I loved hugging her leg to my body and
using it to hold me down as I humped her pussy hard and fast feeling our pussy
lips rolled and stretched and our clits ramming into each other.  Our twats
were so sloppy wet that our pussies just slipped and slide so easily against
each other.”
“I loved feeling our cunts soaking the other’s quim in hot pussy juice.  The
shock of our groins colliding and grinding against each other was pure heaven
Sansa” Arya spoke in a soft husk.  “Dany was working her hips like a bucking
horse.  Gods Sansa … she screamed so hard again and again as her body flipped
and jackknifed so wildly.  I kept ramming my cunt into hers prolonging her
orgasm as she shrieked she loved me … gods that was so hot …”
“How did you get off?”
“As she twitched and jerked with aftershocks I pulled away and straddled her
face and shoved my cunt down onto Dany’s face … she likes it hard Sansa.  When
I first started riding her face I was afraid to ride my pussy hard on her
face.  I was afraid I would hurt her or turn her off humping like a whore in
heat.”  Arya smiled.  “That was most definitely not the case!  She kept urging
and then commanding me in a false regal voice to ‘ride my fucking face hard
godsdamnit!’ I rode my pussy hard up and down her face.  She snuffled so
obscenely and sucked on my clit so hard and then tongue fucked my cunt hole so
deep with her long tongue.  She slapped my ass hard making me fuck harder into
her mouth … Sansa—the pain felt so good.”
“That is a good thing Arya.  The right pain adds so much to sex.  Margaery
loves for me to spank her really hard and slap her face and tits savagely.  I
pull her hair so hard stretching her neck taunt.  I pull her around my room by
her hair as she weeps and pleads.  She actually has me punch her in the
stomach.  I have thrown her into the furniture and doors to my closets.  She
really loves physical abuse.  She keeps wanting to play games where I ‘rape’
her and take her as my worthless slut.  She is into it big time Arya.”
“I asked her to do that to me.  She hesitated saying not everyone likes it and
that I did not have to do it just because she craved the pain and humiliation. 
I told her I wanted to experience what she was experiencing.  She told me all
the hens love to be dominated and fucked hard by Margaery and the Septa
Nysterica.  She kept telling me that rough sex was not for everyone.  I did not
have to do it just because she craved it so.”
“What happened?”
“I talked her into it.”
“Annndddd?”  Arya was sure she knew the answer.  She secretly craved that kind
of rough sex and thought it ran in the family hearing and seeing Sansa’s
flushed face.
“I love it Arya.  The pain goes straight to my clit and nipples.  It is strange
to say but I crave the humiliation with Margaery.  It makes me feel powerful to
give my body so totally.  Pain can be such a powerful aphrodisiac.  It is a
nice spice to use from time to time.  I love it and want more and more of it.”
“Yes you’re right.  Dany gets off on it when I fuck her hard.  When I was
riding her face I whined and gripped her forehead and rode her face harder and
harder as she smacked my ass so hard.  She blistered my ass and then brought
her hands up and cupped my tits and pulped my nipples pounding them into my
chest.  The pain was so fucking gooooodddddd!  I loved it!  I threw my head
back and screamed and screamed as convulsions tore my cunt apart.  I felt my
cum gushing out my cunt and filling her mouth.  Gods it was so hot seeing my
juices overflow her mouth and flood down her cheeks and throat.  She had one
hand on my ass now helping me hump her face and her other hand’s fingers rolled
and squirted my clit out its sheath and squeezed it so hard.  The sharp pain
was so fucking good!  I had a second orgasm overtop the first.  I screamed my
voice hoarse.”
“Oh Sansa.  Sex is so good with her.”
“That is exactly how I feel when I fuck Margaery.  Our lovemaking is simply
divine.”
“Sansa, she kept sucking so hard on my cunt and now she was rubbing my clit
furiously—my cunt exploded again in Dany’s mouth as I screamed and shrieked.  I
was sure my womb was going to tear out my belly as spasms hit me so hard.  I
flipped and bucked up and down driving my wet cunny so hard down on Dany’s hard
sucking mouth.  She sucked my cunt so deep into her mouth.”
“I love how Dany wants me to ride her face so hard when I sit on her face.  I
don’t always ride her face hard but when I do I don’t hesitate now.  Gods the
variations are so fucking rad!” Arya gushed in her enthusiasm.
“Its heaven Sansa—it’s pure heaven making love to a woman.”
“Amen Arya.  I feel that every time I make love to Margaery.  I feel it every
time I bury my tongue or fingers in her wet twat.”
“Hearing you tell me of the rough sex play between you and Margaery makes me
want that too.  I want to experience Dany fucking me over.  I want to do that
to her.  She is hinting that she is ‘tough’ and likes her sex ‘hard’.  She
keeps telling me she wants to be ‘ridden hard and hung up wet’.  I have heard
the maids talking and know what that means.  I warg into Nymeria and she spies
on them as they play with their toys and implements of pain.  Dany wants me to
slap her face, tits and ass.  She wants me to pull her hair and whip her with a
riding crop, flogger, whip or cane her ass, tits, belly, back, ribs and feet.” 
“She has told me of these desires.  She is letting me know what she craves.  I
feel she is waiting till after the campaign against the Ice King to explore
anal sex and BDSM with me.  I know she is wanting to show me the soft side of
lovemaking before she shows me the harder edge to hot lovemaking.”  Arya paused
and took a breathy breath.  “I can’t wait!”
Sansa smiled and told her sister that she would die from it when she and Dany
finally explored anal sex and sadomasochism.  Arya was truly eager to explore
these aspects of lesbian sex which Sansa was very happy to hear.  It seemed
both sisters shared a very kinky streak in their personalities that had been
hiding waiting to coaxed out by their lovers.
They talked for another fifteen minutes about fucking their mates.  Arya was
impressed when she found out how hard Sansa was fucked by Margaery at times. 
Arya was excited to know that her sister and Margaery partook in the sex she
hoped to share with Dany.  She kept asking for more information on the rough
sex.
“You really like the pain?  I mean spanking is one thing but …”
“Yes.  I crave it when it is a woman abusing me.  Knowing I can be safe with
them and I know they will only give me what I want and need.  Margaery knows
how to give me the pain and humiliation I crave.  She craves it too Arya.  I am
not surprised to hear that Daenerys Targaryen has within her breast the desires
to be fucked hard and ‘roughed’ up by her lover.  She is a switch like me
Arya.  She wants to give and take abuse.  She definitely wants to be
dominated.  Many people in power seem to crave being dominated.  I hope you
explore that dynamic if and when she offers it to you Arya.  It is a sign of
trust and love to fully submit to your woman.”
She saw Arya avidly turning it over in her mind.  A smile on her face.  Good. 
Let the seeds germinate.  Arya wanted to.  Sansa knew what kind of woman the
Queen was.  She would be offering herself to Arya to be taken in sadistic sex
in the not too distant future.  It was clear to Margaery and Sansa that Dany
was a pain slut and longed to have Arya totally dominate and humiliate her in
the privacy of their bedroom.
Sansa knew that Arya had her own desires to be the bottom and have sweet BDSM
visited upon her own body.  Arya had within her own breast the same desires as
her older slutty sister.  Both Stark sisters had the very strong desire to be
topped and topped hard.
The giants brought Kiserri back to Arya.  As they had discussed fucking their
mates they would glimpse to see what Kiserri was up too.  They had been a
little shocked at what they saw.  The Haruchai had joined in letting Kiserri be
a butterfly.  The stoic people lifting Kiserri high and swinging her gently as
she squealed.  Five of them had lined up and swung the laughing and clapping
girl from Haruchai to Haruchai.  The stoic people were totally focused on their
butterfly chain making sure the child was safe.  Around and around they passed
the squealing happy child.  They had then handed the girl back to the Giants
and sat back down as one resuming their meal as if nothing had happened. 
Arya took the excited and happy girl back from Crestdancer Shipsprow.  She took
the excited girl and got up to take her to the nursery the castle had for the
young children of the staff.  Arya wanted Kiserri to play with kids her age to
learn how to interact with them and more importantly have fun. 
Arya paused then and waggled her eyebrows.  “Plus, it will wear her out and
make her sooooo sleepy.  We have discovered she is a very sound sleeper.”  Then
she leaned her mouth close to Sansa’s ear and whispered “We have the whole
night to fuck!”
Sansa smiled.  She and her sister had come a long way.
Sansa watched her sister leave with her knew daughter.  Sansa went up to
Crestdancer and asked her politely how it was she could speak Dothraki so
fluently.  The Giant laughed.  She told Sansa that it was a gift from the
Elohim the faery people who were the Weird of the Earth.  Sansa left the Giant
still now exactly sure of this gift and how the Giants came to have it.
The tall redhead had left the hall and went to the curtain wall and looked out
over the fields to the South of the castle.  She smiled at what she saw.  Down
below four of the Haruchai were throwing a large exercise ball around that was
filled with sand.  It was a heavy ball she knew having played with them a few
times until she had discovered just how heavy they were.  Knights used it to
build up strength lifting them and throwing them between them.
The Haruchai definitely didn’t have to worry about staying fit.  She had seen
enough that these small people who were the most fit people she had ever seen. 
They had annihilated all their opponents except for the most skilled swordsman
like her father and Stannis and of course her sister and their Queen.  Oberyn
and his spear had been able to survive without too much damage inflected on his
person and gave out a few good strikes himself.
No, the Haruchai were throwing the ball around for another reason.  Long angry
howls filled the grasslands.  Nymeria and Shaggydog were running after the ball
as it was thrown fast between the Haruchai.  The taciturn men and women would
throw the ball on the grass and kick the ball between them.  How they had the
strength to do that Sansa had no idea.  How they did not break the bones in
their bare feet with the strong kicks to the hard ball was a mystery to the
tall redhead. 
The Direwolves bounding after the ball that was always just out of reach.  The
balls snatched back up by Haruchai before the wolves could get the ball and
make it their own.  The wolves going insane with rage at being bested every
time.  Shaggydog and Nymeria snapping at each other savagely slaver flinging. 
It seemed to Sansa the Direwolves were blaming each other for their inability
to get the ball.
Then the wolves would remember they were not supposed to be fighting each other
and would be back after the Haruchai howling and snapping at their tormentors. 
The Haruchai would throw the ball to another just before one or both of the
wolves got to them.  Sometimes they would run with the ball and they were
faster than the Direwolves which pissed them off making them bark and snarl.
Then they would throw it to another compatriot.  The wolves were now trying to
tackle the Haruchai and press them to the ground but the Haruchai stepped aside
or threw the wolves over their hips and ran off with pissed off Direwolves
giving chase snapping at their heels.
All were having a great time.
She saw walking down the walkway to the two witches who were wives of her
brother Jon.  They stood gazing out over the land beyond Winterfell.  She was
so happy for her Jon.  She was still angry with herself for not supporting her
brother and the way her mother had treated him.  Now that Catelyn knew his true
lineage Sansa’s mother felt so bad and hoped to make amends to Jon.
The witches had disappeared deep into the acreage of the Godswood when they had
first arrived.   To the right of the Godswood was a wattle of birch and aspen
trees with thick brambles but they were not the true Godswood.  They did double
the acreage of wild growth though and made for a separate world if you wanted
to get away from the world of man for a while.  You could feel the border
between the Godswood and the thicket on its border.  It was almost like a
knife’s edge the delineation was so sharp between Godswood and regular wood. 
The serenity and deep brooding nature of the Weirtree and its influence on its
environs was intense.  The center of the Godswood was thick with brambles,
vines and shrubs with big oaks and tall pines, firs, spruces and hemlocks.  The
shrubs grown to a height over Sansa’s head with many woven thick with vines and
swaths of various berries so delicious in the fall.
She and Margaery had many times gone to the Godswood to commune spiritually. 
In her youth Sansa had always gravitated to the gods of her mother but as she
had matured she more and more felt the connection to the gods of the north. 
The old gods seemed more in tune with nature and the inner human spirit.  Sansa
and Margaery felt more at peace underneath the Weirwood than in ostentatious
edifices raised for the seven faced god.
An evil glint came to Sansa’s eyes.  There were other reasons to go to the
Godswood.  There were certain areas where the hot water from the underground
springs were near the surface within the Godswood.  These areas before the wild
growth.  The hot areas near the pool by the Weirwood tree.  Many had discovered
these areas.  The places a secret rendezvous for lovers.  She and Margaery had
fucked their several times.  The sex mind blowing doing it there in the
Godswood.  The woods were always warmer than the air outside the groove and the
hot water underneath the ground only made those areas warmer.
She couldn’t wait to fuck there again with Margaery.
Of late the two had gone to commune with the Weirwood of course but also to
snoop on the witches they had to admit to themselves.  They had walked to the
edges of the wild growth.  The area around the Weirwood on the side that faced
the Great Keep was sparsely covered with vegetation compared to the wild area
and the path that led out to the castle was more like a path in the woodlands
that abounded outside the walls of Winterfell.  The stand of the trees that
rimmed the Godswood was to the north and west side of the Godswood.
Not so the heart of the Godswood that was to the east and south of the Weirwood
tree.  Here the growth was luxuriant and intertwined.  Sansa and her lover knew
that the witches had gone into that tangled wood but could not see how.  They
walked along the marge of the wild growth but saw no path into the growth. 
There were narrow and low to the ground animal tracks but no human could have
used them. 
The two walked along the edge bending over looking for a way in.  They found
none.  The two were frustrated in finding no way in.  They wanted to see where
the witches were camping but they could find no way in.  They had to give up. 
Being witches obviously gave them means to get through the wall of out of
control growth.  They left hand in hand.
Now the witches approached Sansa from down the curtain wall.  They walked hand
in hand.  For some reason the fact that the witches were lesbians who happened
to love Jon made Sansa happy.  Her memories of Jon were of a teenager and young
man who had many feminine qualities.  Some might find that a weakness but Sansa
knew they were a strength.  Like her father and Robb, Jon had seemed to be free
of the defect that most men seemed to have.  An overweening male ego.  It was
really a major turn off to see men strutting and preening when they had no
reason too.  It made them look stupid and vain.
Sansa knew Jon had made a great husband to the two witches. 
She had seen them twice before as they made a few circuits around the grounds
and had meals in the feast hall.  The tall one was quiet and the short one
talkative.  The touched by the sun short woman was nothing if not outgoing. 
She was most talkative.  She always had something to say it seemed.  She was
always boasting with Melisandre rolling her eyes good naturedly.
Sansa liked them immensely.  They exuded an air of calmness and goodness.  They
came to stand beside Sansa.  Melisandre lifted up Ygritte on a stepping stone
so she could easily look over the outer castle wall.  The way she had done it
just bespoke such great love.  Ygritte immediately started to laugh and whoop
seeing the frustrated Direwolves being frustrated even more.  They were
definitely not use to being on the short end of the situation.  Shaggydog was
howling furiously and Nymeria seemed to be throwing a fit spinning and snapping
at the air and her own tail in frustration.
The Haruchai had to feel superior but they looked becalmed and like of course
they were winning.  It was the order of things for these warriors who only
fought with their bare feet and hands. 
Sansa made small talk with the witches.  She had learned that their god of
R’hllor had guided them to be here.  To delay their return to their husband.
Sansa watched Melisandre start to rub her wife’s butt sensually and Ygritte
wiggling her butt back into the caresses.  She moaned softly.
Sansa smiled.  She was really getting to love seeing women loving women.
Sansa was becoming more and more confident but not yet around women she did not
know well.
“Ummmmm … can I ask you two a question?”
“Yes” Melisandre hummed still rubbing her wife’s rump.”
“What is it like being married to man when you both are clearly lesbians?”
Ygritte turned to look at Sansa and smirked “You know nothing Sansa.  Jon is a
woman trapped in a man’s body.  Mind you he is all man but he must have been a
woman in his previous incarnations.”
“Yes.  Jon was always a gentle and giving soul growing up.”  Sansa smiled with
her memories of Jon from her growing up years.  Jon was so good and gentle. 
“Yes he is.  He gives us plenty let me tell you” Ygritte smirked at Sansa.  “He
is a natural pussy gobbler and sucks us off so fucking good.  But he can also
bone.  We both love feeling him cum deep in our bellies filling our pussies and
assholes with his pearly seed.  We love to lap out his cum from our slack
pussies and assholes.”
Sansa felt herself blush.  She did not blanch like she would have only months
ago.  She was happy that Jon and his wives enjoyed each other bodies so
intimately and with obvious great joy.  She might be a lesbian but she had no
problem with women being bisexual or even heterosexual though for the life of
her she could not understand how a woman could not crave other women more than
men.  Men were banal and boring … well … except her father and brothers.
“He is the only man we could be attracted too …” there was pause “and your
father … Jon is a mirror image of your father.”
Sansa had to agree.  They all watched the Direwolves barking furiously at the
Haruchai who held their balls on their heads out of reach.
The wolves now stormed back to the castle howling in disgust.  But that had
only been after they got their revenge in some small way.  The three women had
watched the Direwolves marking the grass with long streams of urine and
scratching up a storm of grass blades and dirt.  The Haruchai stood stoically
letting the Direwolvs coat their bodies with dirt and grass.  The pissed off
wolves gave one last round of angry barks and walked back into the gate.  The
wolves’ tails held high as if they had been the victors and not the total
losers.
The Haruchai had only raised an eyebrow.
The witches moved off holding hands and now Ygritte was pressed into Melisandre
and looking up at her wife with eyes glittering with pure love.
As they left she saw her love coming up the wall from the opposite way. The
meeting was over.  Margaery came up to her swaying her hips.  She knew she was
hot.  They had fucked heatedly last night for hours and yet Sansa felt her body
tingling looking at her love walk up to her.  She longed to make love to her
woman again.  Her mouth salivating with the desire to suck her woman off and
ram her tongue deep up Margaery’s hot wet pussy and tight asshole.
When she reached Sansa, she roughly enfolded Margaery into her arms and pressed
her ripe body against hers.  Margaery mewled loving to be controlled.  She
looked up at her lover with limpid eyes.  Sansa jammed Margaery into her body
feeling her slut whimper and look up at her with fuck me eyes.
Sansa lowered her head and claimed her wife’s mouth.  Their lips melded and
sucked on each other’s full lips before Sansa’s tongue aggressively brushed
Margaery’s teeth.  The Tyrell opened her mouth wide and groaned so loudly like
a Lysian whore. She melted into Sansa as she felt the Stark’s long tongue wetly
wrestle her tongue and then spear down her throat again and again.  Margaery
convulsed in want and her eyes rolled back into her skull.  Her body sagging
into Sansa’s her knees gone weak.
Sansa opened her eyes a slit to see Margaery swooning her eyelids bulging
showing her rolling eyes in her skull.  She roughly massaged her slut’s ass her
fingers digging into the taunt moons.  Sansa jerked Margaery’s pussy into her
leg.  She loved being in Winterfell where she was free to show her love for her
woman.  She was sure that she would have the same freedom in King’s Landing
with Dany as the Queen.
She broke the kiss and Margaery sagged harder into her and wrapped her arms
around Sansa burying her face in her tall love’s bosom.  “I want you Sansa.”
“Soon my love.  I am going to suck you off so good and then pound your pussy
and asshole with my fingers and then my strap-on cock.”
“Mmmnnngggggg!” Margaery whinnied in raw slut need.
Gods Sansa loved her wife.
They stood toe to toe kissing and snuggling.
They heard an “ahem”.
They turned and started seeing their Queen beside them.  She was smiling great
big.
She joined them and they talked of the coming battle at the Wall and then about
the day to day life of Winterfell.  Dany confessed she was anxious to marry
Arya and become part of the North.
That made Sansa’s heart beat harder in her chest.  Life was so good for the
Starks.
Sansa was feeling very naughty and the Queen was such an open loving person. 
She felt safe in asking her next question.
“Dany can ask you a personal question?”
The Queen smiled an evil smile.  “I accept all challenges.  Fire away Sansa.”
“When Arya sucked you off the first time did you die from it?  That was
Margaery’s gift to you teaching Arya how to do the Tyrell butterfly kiss.”
Dany burst out laughing.  She shook her head smiling.
“I owe you big time Margaery.  That is a fucking fantastic technique.  I am a
fast learner though.  Last two nights I have had to chase Arya all across the
bed as I “butterfly kissed” her pussy—she died from it as I did and do.”
“Margaery can I ask you a question?”
The Tyrell nodded her head yes with lidded eyes.  Margaery knew she would like
the question.
“Is Sansa a depraved slut in bed?  Does she like it up the ass?  I am bringing
Arya along slowly but I am hoping she loves anal sex as much as I.  I can’t but
wonder and hope that Sansa is an anal whore?”
“She dies from it Dany.  She screams and punches the bed as I pound anal ‘gasms
out her tight ass.”
“Does she do A2P and ATM?”
“She can’t get enough.”
“Good.  If the elder sister craves it the younger should too.  You agree
Sansa?”
Sansa could not help blushing having her lover and the Queen talking like she
was not even there.  She loved the humiliation.  In fact her pussy was getting
wet even now.  She loved it up the ass but so did Margaery.  Every bit as much
if not more Sansa thought snidely.  Sansa was definitely getting in the mood
for some hard give and take anal sex tonight.
She was going to pound Margaery hard tonight for this.  The smile on Margaery’s
face told her that was exactly what she was hoping for.
She looked at the Queen.  “You will be most satisfied with Arya’s hunger I
assure your my liege.  She and I are both Direwolves.  As Margaery awakened my
inner slut I am sure you have awakened Arya’s.  Butmy Queen.”  That got the
Queen’s attention.  “We expect and demand that we mount and take our mates hot
tight assholes as well.  Are you up for that my Queen.  Are you ready to have
Arya pound your ass and then thrust her cock deep into your pussy straight from
your asshole?  For her to feed you her cock soaked in your ass juice.  Again
and again.”
She smiled. Dany’s breathing had become erratic and eyes gone glassy.  Yes. 
The sisters had sweet sluts for wives.  Life was indeed good.
 
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