Hello guys. This Fan Fic will be a mix of ASOIAF and GOT. The characters in this Fic will be a bit different than what G.R.R.M has envisioned in his books.
Also, all the characters belong to G.R.R.M and not to me. Only the plot belongs to me.
All the POV's are of one day.
The Quiet Wolf
Eddard Stark sat beneath the heart tree in the godswood of Winterfell on the same stone that his father had sat before him. Benjen had come today from the Wall, only two days behind arrival of the King Robert. He remembered the days they had spent together in the Vale under the care of their foster-father, Jon Arryn. The days they had fought together the accursed Mad King, Aerys II Targaryen. The day he had had been shamed to call Robert his foster-brother for killing little Rhaenys and baby Aegon, children of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.
Rhaegar brought up the thought of his sister, Lyanna Stark, the She-Wolf of Winterfell. Lyanna brought up the thought of his bastard son, Jon Snow.
Lyanna and Rhaegar's son, Crown Prince, Jaehaerys III Targaryen.
"Oh! Lya…." He exclaimed.
"Lyanna won't be able to do anything Ned. You should tell Jon about his birth. He has the right to know." A voice interrupted his musings. He remembered it all-right. Benjen had always known where his siblings would be. Be it Brandon, Lyanna or him. He could always tell.
"Not now Ben. Not with Robert Near Winterfell. We don't know who might hear it. If Robert's spymaster hears about this, Robert will have my head along with the rest of my family's."
"Right now, is the perfect time. Lyanna would want Jon to know about his mother and father. Jon will even get to see the man who killed his father, and the man who loved his mother so much that he tore down seven realms asunder." Ben came and sat down beside him, "As for where. The crypts are the most safeguarded place in all of Winterfell. Only a Stark would venture there while you are there. Not even the Spider could reach you there. And Lyanna has her crypt down there." Ben said, stressing his voice.
"You think I should tell him. A secret that could plunge Westeros into war. With us as targets." He said, angrily.
"Jon is not a fool, that he would go on and babble everyone his secret. You said it yourself that he one of the smartest in Winterfell. Aye, it would sting him a bit because you've kept this secret for a long time, but he would not babble it out to anyone." Ben said anger evident in his voice. "Lyanna would have wanted Jon to know about his mother and father. You owe that to her."
"Fine I will tell Jon about everything and I want you to be with me." Ben nodded his head in agreement.
The White Direwolf
He ducked back as Theon's blade slashed in front of him. He quickly retaliated with an attack of his own, but Theon blocked it.
"Not bad for a bastard." Theon taunted. I smirked at him as I attacked straight on his blade. He had a confused look on his face as I swept my feet underneath him and he fell on the ground. I quickly pressed my blade on his throat and my foot on his sword-hand.
"I, yield." Were the only words that came out of his mouth.
"Not bad for a hostage." He said, brushing his hair back. He walked and sat on the bench. Taking a sip of water out of his skin he noticed Ser Rodrik Cassel coming towards him.
"Well fought Jon. You are easily the best swordsmen amongst your group." Ser Rodrik said, admiration shining in his eyes.
"Thank you, Ser Rodrik." He replied. He kept the sword in the stand and walked over towards Robb and Bran. Bran was learning how to shoot an arrow and Robb was helping him. Bran notched up an arrow and fired it. It sailed past away from the center and embedded itself around the outer ridges
"If you keep stiffening up like this you will never be able to hit your target. Relax Bran and then shoot. And Mother's watching." Robb encouraged.
Jon looked up to see Lady Stark. She was standing on the balcony her eyes only for Bran waiting for him to hit the target. Then he saw her eyes. They were full of warmth and love for her children.
He looked back to see Bran had already nocked the arrow. He was about to shoot it but at the very moment another arrow whizzed past and hit a bullseye. We all looked back to see Arya clutching a bow in her hand. She dipped her head in a mock courtesy and ran knowing that Bran would give her a chase.
My eyes again found Lady Stark's. Grey clashed with blue and all the warmth and love turned into hate and anger. He looked down to the ground quickly. Once again, he started wondering about his mother. Who was she? Where was she? Did she love him?
He walked up to his room all his thoughts churning about his mother. He opened the door and greeted a sight of Arya sitting on his bed.
"Have you named him yet?" She asked him. A question about their direwolves. They had found their direwolves amidst the summer snows. Grey Wind, Robb's direwolf, and Ghost, his, were the biggest being the eldest of the wolves. Differences could be made between the direwolves easily. Ghost was the only one which had white fur and red eyes. While others were stocky and strong, Ghost was sleek and fast. Only Shaggydog was the other direwolf who had black fur and bright green eyes.
"Ghost. I've named him Ghost because he is white and quite and can sneak up and give anyone a scare."
"I've named my direwolf Nymeria. After the warrior queen of Rhoyne." She gave him the wolf's name excitedly.
He sat down beside Arya Arts and Ghost came up and sat down beside him.
"So, how did you come in and what are you doing here." He asked.
"Well breaking into your room is still fairly easy and I wanted to hide from Bran and Septa Mordane, plus I wanted to hear you play on the harp." She said, cheekily.
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "How did you find out. No could have found out about it."
"I saw you once in the gardens. It was beautiful." She said.
It felt good hearing her praise. He picked up the harp that Septon Chayle had made for me and struck its strings. He hummed Arya a song. A song about a She-Wolf of the North. It was nearing dinner by now, so he packed up and took Arya with him to the Great Hall of Winterfell. Arya went and sat down on the main table while he sat below with the servants.
"Jon." He heard someone call.
He turned around and saw Uncle Benjen walking towards him with father.
"Jon, come over here." My father, Lord Eddard 'Ned' Stark called me. He walked over towards them to hear what he wanted to say.
"Jon meet us after dinner near the crypts. I need to talk to you about something." He said in his lordly voice. He simply nodded. Uncle Benjen sat down near me while father went and sat at the Lord's seat.
"Uncle Been you should sit with your family up at the table not with the servant's down here." He said.
"The Nights Watch is my family Jon and the Watch doesn't discriminate between kings and servants." Uncle Ben said. The Nights Watch was entertained by me to get away from Lady Stark. In the Nights Watch even a bastard could become the Lord Commander. He had still entertained it as an option and he had even spoken to Lord Stark about it, but he had forbidden him to speak about it until his 15th nameday. It seemed to him that his father had entertained the idea and was willing to speak about it.
He looked upto Lady Stark and saw a look of satisfaction on her face. She wanted to be free from him and her husband had given the choice. Well even he was happy to leave Lady Stark but leaving Arya, Robb, Bran, Sansa, Rickon was the hard choice. He would have to hear his father about what he had to say.
The Quiet Wolf
He stood at the ironwood door of the crypts, with a shovel in his hand, Benjen beside him. He knew he would need a shovel to dig out Lyanna's strongbox which contained all her items and certificates. He lit the torch that the servant had brought and opened the door. Wind rushed through the door causing him and Benjen to shield their eyes.
"I'll go inside and dig out the strongbox. Bring Jon to her crypt when he comes here." He said, as he headed inside walking through the narrow and winding spiral stone staircase towards Lyanna's tomb. He looked at Lyanna's stone carved face and thought what he was going to do. He had half a mind to dispel all of this and let Jon remain his bastard but Lyanna's face swarmed into his mind.
He started digging the land in front of the statue and he heard a thud as he hit the strongbox with the shovel. He placed the strongbox just below the earth, so it would have been easy to dig it out. He sat down on his knees and cleared the earth on the strongbox and saw the handle. He grasped the handle with both his hands and pulled it up. It took a quite a bit of strength, but he had pulled it up.
"Father, what are you doing?" He turned his head and saw the questioning gaze of his son. "Why have you called me here?"
"Today, we will talk about your mother." He said softly.
There was a look of shock on Jon's face. Tears had threatened Jon's eyes. Jon simply nodded.
"There will be a story first and listen to it carefully." And then he launched into his story which in the end had always made him sad.
He rode to the Tower of Joy in the Red Mountains of Northern Dorne with six of his most trusted companions. Lord William Dustin, Ser Mark Ryswell, Ethan Glover, Martyn Cassel, Theo Wull, Howland Reed and himself. He had approached the Tower of Joy, riding hard after lifting the siege on Storm's End.
He approached the Tower of Joy but found it guarded by three members of the Kingsgaurd all dressed in their White Armor with their White capes billowing behind them with the wind. Lord Commander Gerold Hightower, Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning and Ser Oswell Whent.
Ser Arthur came and stood in front of them twirling his greatsword, Dawn, and then plunging it onto the ground in between them. Ser Arthur looked at them as if judging them, he nodded, as if in thought, and spoke his first words in the encounter.
"Lord Stark."
"I looked for you on the Trident." He said, as a matter of fact.
"We weren't there." Ser Arthur spoke, attesting it.
"Your friend, The Usurper, would be lying beneath the ground if we had been." Ser Gerold spoke, cockily.
"The Mad King is dead. Rhaegar lies beneath the ground. Why weren't you there to protect your Prince?" He asked them.
"Our Prince wanted us here." He answered the question.
He looked up the Tower of Joy, searching for a sign of Lyanna.
"Where's my sister?" He asked Ser Arthur.
"I wish you good fortune in the wars to come." Ser Arthur said before the three members of the Kingsgaurd donned their helms. "And now it begins." He said as the three of the took out their swords and assumed their stances.
"No, now it ends." He said, his desire to find his sister overwhelming his senses. He drew his sword as did the other northerners'. And the battle started as Howland Reed attacked Ser Arthur and Theo Wull attacked Ser Gerold. Ser Arthur grazed the crannogmen's chest which sent to the other side of the battle field. He himself was attacking Ser Arthur while he saw Theo Wull get impaled by Ser Gerold from the periphery of his eyes. Ser Mark Ryswell was battling Ser Oswell and both fought with equal skill until Ser Mark gained the upper hand and stuck his sword in Ser Oswell's throat.
Ice and Dawn bot were locked in a fearsome battle as their owners were in a dance to death. Both parried blows and the Valyrian sword and the sword from the star core were evenly matched. He saw Ethan Glover and Lord Dustin fighting Ser Gerold until they impaled him in his chest and stomach. Then all of them came and formed a circle around Ser Arthur. Ser Arthur showed both his swords to the circle. Ser Mark and Martyn Cassel attacked Ser Arthur but were cut down in an instant by the Sword of the Morning. Ethan Glover and Lord Dustin attacked Ser Arthur but perished by their hands. The only people left were Howland and he himself. Howland was lying there in pain, so with no help he attacked Ser Arthur and instead of being cut down they were exchanging blows. By Ser Arthur's fighting skills, he knew that Ser Arthur was far better than him. Between the fighting Ser Arthur used a trick and disarmed him. He waited for the killing blow to come but it never came, instead there was Howland behind Ser Arthur's back clutching a knife that was imbedded inside Ser Arthur's throat. He picked up Ice and delivered the killing blow to Ser Arthur.
He heard a scream from the tower and he assumed that it could only be Lyanna. He picked up Dawn with him and ran towards the tower, climbed the stairs until he reached the door. He forced open the door and found a pale form of Lyanna on the bed there. The smell that accompanied was the smell of blood and roses.
"Ned?" Questioned the dying form of his sister.
"Lyanna." He hurried towards her and propped up Ice and Dawn on the edge of the bed and sat down beside her.
"Is that you?" She asked. Her sweaty face met mine. "Is that really you?" She asked again. He jerked his head. Her hand rose from beside her and I clutched it. One had was on her head stroking her hairs.
"You're not a dream?" She gave a smile which made him happy.
"No, I'm not a dream." He still smiled. "I'm here. Right here." He said.
"I've missed you big brother."
Tears threatened to pour out of his eyes. "I've missed you too." He gulped down the bile building in his throat.
"I want to be brave Ned," She said tears pouring on her skin, "but I'm not."
He touched the blood on the furs and it stuck on his fingers. He looked at his hand and fear dawned on him.
"I don't want to die."
"You're not going to die." He looked at mid-wife standing at the door. "Get her some water…."
"No, not water, just listen…"
"Is there a Maester…"
"Listen to me Ned." He looked at her, and she pulled him close to her mouth. "His name is Jaehaerys Targaryen. All documents are in that strongbox along with my Targaryen and Stark cloaks, Rhaegar's harp, a locket and letters. If Robert finds out he'll kill him. Protect him Ned. Promise me Ned. Promise me." Her sobs came with a stronger force now.
He stood up and went to the crib. He picked up the baby from the crib. It had only been a few hours since Jaehaerys Targaryen had been born. The baby had wisps of dark brown hair and when the child opened its eyes they were a startling grey. The same as Lyanna's.
"What will you do with the child Ned?" Howland Reed's voice spoke from the door.
"I'll honor my promise. The child has Stark coloring. I'll take him as my bastard. Aye, it will be a tough life for him but at least he will live and not end up like his half-brother and sister."
"And what will you name him? You can't keep calling him Jaehaerys."
"I'll name him Jon. Jon Snow. My bastard. I want you to keep this a secret Howland?"
"Anything for Lady Lyanna or Princess Lyanna. I'll keep this as a secret until even after my death."
"Thank You Howland. And I want you to take this strongbox with you and lock it. Throw the key somewhere in the ocean. I'll collect from Greywater Watch on my return back North."
Jon was silent, just like his wolf. He slowly moved his head and looked at Lyanna's statue and said the word, "Mother."
"This is the strongbox that contains all that belonged to Lyanna and Rhaegar." He struck at the lock with a shovel and the lock broke. "You should have a look of what's inside."
"Are there any other Targaryen's alive in the world leaving me, Lord Stark." Jon asked. It broke his heart that Jon had called him Lord Stark instead of father.
"Yes, Jon there are. Your aunt Daenerys and uncle Viserys are in Pentos right now." He answered to him.
"Oh! and don't forget, your…" He tapped his finger to chin quite a few times and exclaimed "your great-great-great-uncle Maester Aemon, previously Prince Aemon of House Targaryen, at Castle Black." Uncle Benjen said.
"Thank you, uncles, but I wish to spend time with my mother for now." Jon said.
He and Benjen moved up the staircase out of the ironwood door of the crypts. He was broken now, after he told Jon who is parents were. He decided to share it with Benjen.
"He called me uncle, Ben and it broke me down. The child I raised as a son left me and went after his blood-father. A man he didn't even know…. It broke be down Ben… when he called me uncle." He said, sad and somber.
"He'll call you his father after some time again. He just heard you tell him that his mother was beneath Winterfell all this time. It's too much for him to process. He'll call you father once again." Ben said, consoling him.
The Hidden Dragon
Jon stood there for hours or that's what he thought. He looked at face of his mother. A mother he had never known. A mother who had made her elder brother promise to keep him safe from Robert Baratheon in her dying breaths. Robert Baratheon the man who killed his father, and half-siblings. The King who stole his throne. Who wanted to end the whole Targaryen dynasty because he loved a woman who loved another and had eloped with the man. He tried to think what his mother would have looked like. The long face of the Starks with dark-brown hair and grey eyes. Just like him.
He looked back at the strongbox and entertained the idea of opening it. In the end curiosity got the better of him and he opened the box. Inside were a bunch of letters which contained the seals of both Houses Targaryen and Stark.
There was his father's harp. Silver with a three headed dragon on the top, each mouth containing a perfect round ruby and with a direwolf on the bottom whose mouth had a perfect round sapphire. The tuners designed in the shape of spear heads which could be easily twisted and turned to tune the harp. He plucked at the harp which gave a sweet sound in the gloomy background of the crypts.
Next came two sheets of parchments all sealed with the three headed dragons of House Targaryen. He left them alone because he wanted to read them after he saw the other contents of the box. Sadly, the only contents left were cloaks.
He pulled out the first cloak and inspected it. It was white in color with a running grey direwolf on it. It was grubby just like the other cloak, but he knew its importance.
Mother's nuptial cloak.
The second cloak however, was black in color with a three headed dragon on it. This cloak also gave a feeling of warmth just as the first one.
Mother's cloak after her marriage to Father.
As he picked up the cloak wanting to place it back in the box he saw something shiny in its left corner. He picked it up and saw a locket. The locket itself was made of Valyrian steel giving it the same smoky and hazy appearance as the swords had. The patterns of blending were quite different. Instead of the normal star and wave patterns the patterns were of flames. The chain however was silver in color. I opened the locket to see two portraits blinking back at me. One was of my mother, father and Princess Elia laughing together. The all had crowns on their heads. Father's crown was gold wrought with red rubies and Mother's crown was silver wrought with blue sapphires and Princess Elia's was also of gold wrought with topazes. The other was of them kissing each other.
He was happy that my mother and father loved each other, but was still queer about the relationship between princess Elia and his mother. He was also happy about the fact that his father had not kidnapped his mother and raped her as the stories said. He took the locket and wore it around his head wanting his mother and father to be close to him and his heart. He then picked up the two pieces of parchments and below his others statue. He broke the seal of the first parchment that came to his hand.
The names of the first children, of both sexes, borne from the holy union of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lady Lyanna Stark will be as such:
If the child is a male he will be named Jaehaerys III Targaryen, the third of his name, Prince of Summerhall and the Iron Throne after Aegon VI Targaryen.
If the child is a female she will be named Visenya Targaryen, Princess of Summerhall.
He picked up the last parchment and broke its seal.
These are papers of marriage between Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and Heir-Apparent to the Iron Throne and Lady Lyanna Stark, daughter to the Warden of North. By signing these papers, they have effectively married each other in law as well as in front of the seven. It is to be recorded by the citadel that the marriage has been taken place.
And the signatures of his mother and father were there. He had proof of the marriage between his parents and that he was not some bastard. He felt giddy at the thought that Lady Stark had insulted a Targaryen prince and not some lowly bastard that she thought he was.
Jaehaerys Targaryen…
Jaehaerys Targaryen, the name sounded strange on his tongue after years as he had always called himself Jon Snow. He was debating on whether to call himself Jon Snow or Jaehaerys Targaryen. Jon Snow had a life free of the Targaryen heritage that would attract the attention of Robert Baratheon which would lead him to be killed. Jaehaerys Targaryen had a name which was still respected amongst the Lords in Westeros. Jaehaerys Targaryen was the Blood of the Dragon and First Men while Jon Snow had the Blood of the First Men and unknown. Many more arguments were made and Jaehaerys Targaryen quickly found his way to victory.
"Jaehaerys III Targaryen it is." He said in a whisper to the winds in the crypt confirming the identity his parents had given him and discarded the one that Lord Stark had given him.
Unbeknownst to him his eyes a flashed wine in color making way for his Valyrian features to end the Stark features that the magic in his veins had cast to protect him the Heir to the Dragonlords of Valyria.
He picked up the cloaks and laid them on the grounds one above the other the Targaryen on being below. He placed all the letters and letters of recognition in the cloaks. He bundled up it up and propped it on his others statue. He placed the strongbox back and covered it up with the dug-up earth.
He took the bundle and his father's harp and made up to his room in the keep. On the way he decided he had best leave Winterfell and meet Aemon Targaryen up in Castle Black and then head all the way to Pentos to meet his other blood. He even thought that he could be killed on his travels and only one thing came to his mind.
You're a dragon and dragons survive and kill.
He started packing up things for his travels. He snuck into the kitchens and brought some loaves of bread and filled up to ten skinks full of water. After packing everything including the possessions he recently had acquired. He decided that he would leave tomorrow at first light.
He then sat on his bed and picked up his harp and played a song about the Dragon Prince and the She-Wolf of Winterfell. The sad tunes led him to sleep. That night he had a dream that most would comment it as absurd.
He was in a room which smelled of blood and roses. Outside the heat was unbearable. He could see a bed on which sat a woman pale. She had dark brown hair and was breathing heavily. He identified her as his mother. That meant the child in the crib was him.
The child clearly had the silver-gold hair of his father, eyes the color of wine, and the face was angular and had a pale face. The child was not him. Could it be that he had a twin that died before? No, Lord Stark's story clearly didn't mention another child. This was him, but he did not have his Stark features. Slowly but carefully he noticed the changes happening to the child.
The hair was turning from silver-gold to dark brown and the eyes were changing from wine to grey, the face was becoming longer and rounder, but the skin color remained pale. This was him. He remembered that valyrian's had magic in their veins. Could it be that the magic in his veins distorted his appearance, so he could live? After all the Targaryen colors had become a death sentence the immediate moment. That was the most logical solution. Did that mean that the silver and wine would once again come, and his Stark face would disappear.
With these thoughts he was wrenched out of his dream opening his eyes to the first rays of the sun hitting his face beckoning him to go to his adventure to find his family.
The Exiled Dragon
Daenerys Targaryen hated her birthday. Viserys, her brother, had never failed to remind her that how good it would have been if they had been in Westeros. How good it would have been if she had been born earlier so that Rhaegar would have married her and not run after the Stark slut.
She heard a knock on her door. No, the door of one of the rooms of Illyrio's manse. She never had got her head around why Illyrio wanted to help them. They had nothing that they could give to the one of the magisters of Pentos. Viserys, like a fool, thought that Illyrio knew that he was supporting the rightful royal dynasty of Westeros and that he would be rewarded when they would reclaim their position. She knew that Illyrio Mopatis had an ulterior motive and she only had to find it.
She opened the door to find the slaves waiting outside with a gown of silk, the color of plum. Oh! How she detested slavery. She wished she could abolish it, but she couldn't. She did not have that kind of power that would allow her to destroy slavery. True, Pentos had become a free city in name, but the servants were slaves. She wondered how little wage they got as servants and how often they got bedded by her brother and other guests.
She allowed her servants to undress her and they led her to her bath which was scalding hot as she preferred it.
She looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. She had a proper valyrian face and pale skin with violet eyes and silver-gold hair. She had full red lips and her hair was curly which reached to her thin waist. Her breasts were small but perfectly round with nipples the color of strawberries. Her hips were wide enough to be called womanly and her mound was covered with curly silver hair.
She stepped in the bath and let her handmaidens wash her down clean. After the long bath she was dried and was eased into the dress that Magister Illyrio had sent her. No matter what Magister Illyrio had wanted his gifts to her were extravagant, so were the dresses he had sent to her. And at the very moment pranced in a face she wanted to see the least. It was Viserys.
"Out." He screeched to servants, who scurried out not meeting his eye. He approached her like a peacock.
"You look beautiful little sister." He said with a sneer, "Come your nameday feast awaits you." He offered his arm to her and she reluctantly took it. He guided her to the hall where they would have her nameday feast.
Illyrio was waiting there, with delicacies on the table.
"Good morning Princess," He said with a smile, "you look beautiful as always."
At the comment, Viserys dug his finger nails into her skin. She knew it was because Illyrio had outdone Viserys by commenting on her. They sat on the table and Viserys finally left her arm alone. She could see the angry nail marks on her arm. She was angry at what he did but she couldn't scream, shout or hit him because she was afraid of waking the dragon. So, she remained silent. During the whole feast she preferred to focus on the Honey Chicken and a Boar with an apple in its mouth, skin seared crisp and the Iced milk sweetened with honey. Viserys meanwhile was feasting heavily and drinking a lot of Summerwine. Soon his voice began to slur, and his hands started to roam inappropriately on the bodies of the servants. The thought what he did to them in his bed gave her creeps.
As the feast came to an end the gifts were brought out. Viserys had given her clothes of purple and maroon velvets and golden Myrish lace woven in intricate patterns. These were no doubt from Illyrio's purse as Viserys couldn't have afforded these things.
The second came from Lord Daeron, a family friend of theirs. He had gifted her bodices and skirts in the colors of house Targaryen and different colors as well. Each of the bodices were studded with jewels. He also gifted her a book about Aegon the Conqueror. She loved the book she loved to read and lose herself in the pages describing intricate plots of Kings, Queens, Princes, Princesses and many other people.
When she stood up she was stopped by Illyrio. "My Princess, where are you going? My gift is still left." He said in a sweet voice. She saw the servants bring in a box and the place it on the table. Illyrio walked over to the box.
"Princess Daenerys, I present you the legacy of house Targaryen and the Dragonlords of Valyria, three dragon eggs. With years they have become petrified and still but are still considered a jewel." He said, opening the box.
The eggs were sitting on purple cushions. The first on was black with swirls the color of currant. The second was emerald with swirls the color of bronze. The last was cream with swirls of gold. She was speechless.
"Thank you, Magister, this is one of the best birthday gifts ever." She said flashing him a smile expressing her gratitude. Viserys finally came back to his senses and did one thing he was best at. He screeched.
"How dare you! These eggs should have been mine! I would have sold them and brought an army. Instead you gift these to this foolish little girl who doesn't know their value." He said standing up knocking down the chair sat on.
He looked at her his lilac eyes dilated. "Give them here sister, now." He screamed at her.
"Now, now my prince, Lord Daeron would be most displeased if he hears that you have taken your sisters gifts." Illyrio said politely.
The words seemed to have knocked some sense into Viserys's thick skull. He huffed angrily and left towards the direction of his room. She looked thankfully towards the Magister. She picked up the eggs herself and let the servants take the other gifts to her room. Placing the eggs on the bedside table she then took the book and began to read it losing herself in the pages describing the conquest of Aegon the Conqueror.
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