AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my second fanfiction, but the first where I attempt to do any crossover. I love "Game of Thrones", both the books and the HBO show, but this is going to be based on the TV show because it's a bit easier to link to The CW show, "The Vampire Diaries", which is also one of my favourite shows ever! I obviously do not and cannot take any credit, nor claim any ownership of George R.R. Martin/L.J. Smith/HBO Creators/The CW Creators' creations in either show. The character pairings are Klaus/Caroline initially but not for long and it is mostly Klaus/Daenerys. (NB much like "Game of Thrones" operates as a p.o.v. show, this story is going to be told from the points of view of Daenerys and Klaus) The chapters will not all be nearly this long – just wanted to give readers a nice, long introduction to the story, so you can see whether it might interest you enough, or whether it's simply not your cup of tea...I hope you enjoy what I do with this idea xxx

Chapter I ~ A New Beginning

(KLAUS)

I sat intrigued on my throne, listening intently to Carmen Ortega, one of my most loyal witches, as she was telling me of a land she had found that had a beautiful princess who, as a human, could stomach the blood and organs of animals. She described the princess as a bride fit for a King, which I am – The King of the hybrid nation I had founded in the woods surrounding Mystic Falls.

I was unusually of two minds as to what to do regarding this new information, which had I not seen some unbelievable and astounding things during my long existence on this earth, I would have killed the witch who brought the farfetched story to me within the first sentence of the narrative. I believed Carmen because she had been loyal to me for years, not even hesitating, when her own brother tried to betray me, to inform me instantly of his disloyalty. She seemed excited about this new world she had been given the power to see through the eyes of a witch from that world.

"The witch, who is called Shurti Sheb Kuûm travels with the princess as part of her horde as they are searching for a city to take them in." I began to listen again to her story, trying to understand how this was relevant to me, "She, the princess, is called Daenerys 'Stormborn' of the House Targaryen and a Khaleesi, which is the title of Queen, which her tribe, the Dothraki have given her."

I raised my hand to pause her in her tale, "Tell me, Carmen, love, if this Daenerys is so powerful as to be my equal, why is she in need of a city to provide her with shelter? She cannot be as great a princess as you say if she is unable to provide her own people with what they need."

Carmen looked uneasily at her feet but soon became aware that I did not wait for answers for long, so replied, "My king, she is a widow and I believe, the vision was sent to me so that she might have a king to lead her people with her and so that you might find a consort who fits your needs."

I now was very intrigued, and smiled at Carmen, "And what, pray, are the needs which are not met in the queen I have taken?"

Her response to the question I had just posed would determine whether she lived or died, for I was all for her explaining her vision to me and she always did what she could for my cause, no matter her own personal sacrifice, but should she insult or disrespect my queen, whom I dote on, nothing would make me spare her life, which no matter what she had done for me, was still inconsequential to me.

I could see her formulating her response in her mind before she answered me – a clever move. "Queen Caroline is a beautiful and well-loved queen and I hold her in the greatest regard, but you had to take her with force, sire, she did not wed you willingly. She took you as her husband and liege lord to save her friends and her mother...You need and should have a queen who comes to you gladly and on equal terms."

It grieved me, but what she said was true...I did force Caroline to marry me and live with me in this mansion as my queen and after ten years, she was an obliging and obedient wife, who now held me in great affection, she did not love me, but it was enough for me, as there was enough love for her in my heart for the two of us. Maybe, Carmen had a point, for I loved Caroline and I always would, but she would not have married me on her own terms. It took a dagger to her mother's heart and a stake hanging above Tyler Lockwood to make her agree to live with me as my consort.

"You may leave, Carmen, but stay near. I will consult with you later, after I have thought more on this subject." With that, I waved her away flippantly with my hand.

I sat unmoving in the depths of thought, weighing up my need for a suitable and commanding queen against the desire to hold fast onto Caroline, whom I had fought hard to get, so it seemed a dreadful waste to let her go so soon...

Hours passed and the sunlight which had been streaming through the old fashioned stain glass window had long since been replaced with the comforting darkness that night brought. Caroline was expected back from her hunt and she would see that something was troubling me. For someone who really didn't love me, she was exceptionally talented at perceiving distress and uneasiness in my general manner.

As if by magic, my dear wife walked gracefully into the atrium, her beautiful, sapphire blue gown untainted by her hunt. Despite being a common girl from town, she carried herself with poise beyond her station – I wouldn't have expected an Italian Duchessa to have such a regal bearing – it was one of the things I had first noticed about her which made me fall in love with her. Her blonde hair was neatly pulled back into a loose French twist with her beautiful curled hair flowing down her back – she looked a bit like Cinderella. I grinned to myself, as I know, with her still girlish humour; she would have found that comparison hilarious. Especially as she refused to believe that I found her the most genuinely beautiful woman I've ever seen.

She saw me and smiled amiably and inclined her head slightly, "Klaus."

I returned her greeting, "Caroline, my dear. Won't you join me for a moment?" I gestured to her throne, a more girly throne, splendid in silver and blue velvet, where mine was dark wood and black leather – altogether a more imposing throne, I felt.

She did not reply, but merely ascended the dais, which raised the thrones from the floor, and sat down slowly in her seat and looked as though she was giving an audience as she declined to relax her posture, even though I was the only other soul in the room.

As I anticipated, Caroline did sense there was something different about my behaviour and frowning asked, "Klaus, what's troubling you?" I wondered at how even the way in which she spoke had altered since our marriage. She now had a gentle lilt with a sophisticated English accent, similar to my own. I was surprised that I had never noticed the change before now, but I suppose I had never had cause to examine Caroline's suitability as my queen until now.

"Caroline, love, I want you to be honest with me and don't hold back. You know how I value your honesty." I reminded her of one of the sketches I had gifted her before we got married, "Just answer this question please. I know you don't love me and I know that you never wanted this life as my wife and queen, but firstly, are you happy? Secondly, if another, more appropriate and willing woman wished to be my queen, how would you truthfully feel?"

I watched her intently as she pondered the questions, giving nothing away before she wanted me to know it – she had learned much in the way of controlling her expressions and emotions, as she used to be transparent in her feelings – finally, she inhaled loudly and said, "Klaus, if you had asked me five or ten years ago whether I wanted to be your wife, then I would have vehemently refused, but being direct now, I would have to tell you that I've been your queen for so long that I can't imagine life away from your side and away from our subjects...I have nothing to go back to now, everyone's accepted I'm not coming back as the Caroline Forbes they once cared for, because I'm more yours now than I am theirs. I care deeply for the work I do as your queen and the help I am to you as your wife, because honestly again, you would not be as great a king as you are if I was not constantly by your side. Your sister and brother are good counsel but they, like you, have no compassion for others' plights. Rebekah also is still not fully at ease in today's world and Elijah is too distant for the good of our people."

She knew she had to continue, for I mostly desired to hear her answer to my second question, but she took a break to collect her thoughts. "To answer your second question, you must first tell me why you've suddenly begun thinking about women who you might deem more suitable for you than me."

Clever Caroline! She really had sussed me out. She never missed a trick or a change in character. "It's nothing really, only something Carmen was talking to me about today." I was well aware I had dodged the question and that she would not accept that answer, but I did not want to divulge the entirety of what I was deliberating to her just yet.

"Klaus..." She prompted.

"Yes, my love, all right." It was evident that I had no choice but to be utterly straight and up front with her – she wouldn't accept anything less... "Carmen was here because she said she had a vision of another world, separate to this one, where another witch lived. She saw things through the eyes of this witch: a widowed princess who roams the wilderness searching for a city to harbour her and her people. Carmen said she is a powerful woman and according to Carmen, a more suitable consort for me...than you." I said the final two words reluctantly, for I had no desire to cause Caroline any pain.

I observed my wife as she shifted uneasily in her throne, her hands moving to the arms and clutching them with white knuckles. I sought to reassure her, "Caroline..." but she raised her hand to silence me.

She asked in a strained voice, "This...princess...can she be transported her through magic?" I could see her eyes, wishing and waiting for me to deny that possibility, but I would not lie to Caroline for the entire world, particularly not just after I demanded absolute honesty from her.

I winced as I replied, "Carmen believes it is possible to send people from world to world, although as I understand it, it requires a blood ritual." She nodded, understanding the implication of the blood ritual, for she had witnessed one before. "Carmen also was of the opinion that it would not be the Targaryen princess who would be brought here first of all, but that Carmen would convey me to the world in which she lives, so I can persuade her to accompany me back with her people to be safe here, and then the witches would return us to Mystic Falls."

Caroline's eyes widened with the prospect of my leaving the world and travelling alone to some faraway place where I knew nobody and had no allies or protection, anything might happen. Although Caroline bore no love for me, we both knew that her survival and rich lifestyle depended on my protection now and my love for her remaining constant and enough for me to want her. I watched her as she reflected upon what her life would be were I to abandon her to my siblings, who would not accept her as a figure of authority over them, which as queen, she was and what would become of her if I brought back another woman to create as my queen in her place.

I reached over to her and gently caressed the soft skin on her hand. She looked up with fearful eyes and she asked timidly, "And you would coronate the Targaryen?" As if that thought did not worry her enough, she then asked even more anxiously, "You would marry the Targaryen?"

I looked her in the eye and said, "My wife, my queen and my dearest love, I do not know...for as much as I do truly love you, Carmen is right. You do not love me and you did consent to be my wife under the greatest duress, so if the Targaryen girl did take me willingly and with more than the fondness that you did, then I would make her queen above you." Upon hearing this, Caroline emitted a heartbreaking sob of desperation. "I'm not saying I would just cast you out and leave you stranded, love, you know that I keep my promises, and I promised you on our wedding day, in our vows, that as long as I am living, you would always have a place at my side. Now, I'm just wondering whether your place by my side should be as my queen..."

I watched her as she quickly rose from her seat and flashed out of the atrium. I knew then what my course of action would be. All of this hypothesising was purely academic until I saw and met the Targaryen princess, so in that moment, my decisiveness having returned, I was resolved that the best course of action was for me to leave Mystic Falls for this foreign land, but I could not depart until I arranged my own affairs and gave my orders for the time when I would be away.

I went to my bed to take some rest for the remainder of what was an eventful night, but when I awoke the next morning and found Elijah and Rebekah already in counsel with Caroline, who had obviously already enlightened them of the words I had spoken last night, I told them what I had decided to do.

When I instructed all three of them that Caroline was to be the full regent of my hybrid people while I was away, Rebekah and Elijah were unhappy with my decision but I told them that it was my bidding and it would be done – they would obey their queen, while she was still queen...Caroline, surprisingly, once I had arrived had become taciturn and sullen, completely out of character. It did pain me to see her so distressed and out of sorts because of my news, but there was nothing I could do to alleviate her worries or make her feel better.

After two hours of counsel, I broached my last issue, "Finally, in order to travel to this world, I have to complete a blood ritual, so I need a human, a vampire and a werewolf to sacrifice." Silence permeated the room, everyone uneasy at what, or more crucially, who to suggest.

I was taken aback when Caroline spoke. "Klaus, I will be the vampire." At this announcement, the table stared at her in awe.

Angrily, I violently shook my head, "No..No! You are not sacrificing yourself, Caroline, not for a blood ritual!" I was shocked to the core that she had even thought to die in the blood ritual. Her dejected, unfamiliar slouching form made me feel pity for her but I had not imagined that she would feel so disheartened by my going that she would become a harbinger of doom." I laid my hand gently on her shoulder and squeezed it tenderly.

Elijah then spoke in his refined voice, with a detached tone, "I will find the victims for the ritual. I can have all three by Friday."

I nodded appreciatively. If there was someone who was unsentimental enough to procure victims for sacrifice, it was my eldest brother, Elijah.

Three days had passed and preparations had come along well for the blood ritual and transference spell which was to be done today. Elijah had fulfilled his role and had assured me that he was in possession of three victims to cull in the ritual. Caroline had become distant and completely withdrawn herself from my company, but I fervently hoped she would show up for the ritual and the spell, for I needed to say goodbye and see her before I quit this world.

Carmen had everything in readiness and the pentagram was already outlined on the grassy terrain of the clearing in the middle of the woods, where we were to perform the blood ritual. In each section of the pentagram, stood a key participant in the ritual: Carmen as the presiding witch, was standing, decked in crystals and silver jewellery, which would provide her with the extra boost of power she required to see the spell through, in the height of the pentagram, I was standing in the central region of the pentagram, the section where the power would be concentrated. In the four other divisions of the pentagram was the human, who was an elderly woman about to die of cancer, the werewolf, who had been subdued with wolfsbane and was lying unconscious unaware that his death was fast approaching, the vampire, who was one of Rebekah's most recent spawn, whom Elijah had deemed upon meeting him to be a liability of a newly transitioned vampire, so he was chosen to die. In the last section, Carmen had said Caroline had to be there, not to die, but to give her blessing, as the ritual could not be completed without the consent of the closest person to the one who was to go to the other world. However, my dear wife, had not yet intimated that she intended to bestow her blessing on the ritual, so as far as her appearance went, the rest of us were on tenterhooks.

We waited in place for her arrival for about an hour, Elijah growing the most impatient, as he had to keep dosing the werewolf with wolfsbane to keep him submissive. I was sure she would come when she was ready and she would not let me down, as she never had before...and she did come eventually. When I saw her gliding towards me from the darkness of the trees, she looked like an angel, wearing the gorgeous gown I had bought her for our wedding, veil and all, looking exactly as flawless as she had that day – even her crestfallen expression which she had also worn on our wedding day that I found so beautiful was painted on her face.

Everyone watched her as if she were an actress in a Shakespeare tragedy, taking to the stage for her final soliloquy. She moved effortlessly to the vacant section of the pentagram and stood there looking at me sorrowfully and unwilling to bid me farewell with eyes glistening with her tears. This was how I wanted to leave the world, with the final thing I saw – her beautiful eyes...

In true, commanding form, she nodded to Carmen, issuing the order to begin and a minute later, the blood of the three victims spilt onto the grass and as Carmen cast the spell, their blood mingled and flowed towards me. It did not stop when it reached my feet, but coursed up my legs and further up my body, coating me in the dark red, sticky liquid. My eyes stayed glued to Caroline's and just as the blood reached and covered my eyes, Caroline mouthed, "Come back." And that was the final thing I saw in that world...