Diclonius Queen of Westeros

by Professor Majora

In the Game of Thrones, there are the players and the pawns. There is an important distinction, yet there is one participant that is above the rules. She doesn't care about the Iron Throne, but is still the most desired piece to have control over. She is Lucy of House Cinder, and she will change the Game forever. Lucy/Daenerys, possible harem and gore.

1. Chapter 1

Hello there - Prof. Majora here at long last. I come with a new story for you all! As many of you, I am huge fan of Game of Thrones, and wanted to write some sort of crossover story. However, when I was thinking of ideas: I noticed that there were no crossovers between Elfen Lied and GoT, which in turn made me very surprised.

After all, imagine if Lucy from Elfen Lied was in the world of GoT. Her powers would be extremely tempting to such a politically driven world such as Westeros and Essos. How would her presence affect the game? Well, this fanfiction will explore that possibility.

This fanfiction will consider elements from both Elfen Lied and Game of Thrones, but there will also be influences from the Dark Souls franchise and possibly Bloodborne.

Also, before starting this story, some of you may be wondering about my other stories "Dementor Representative" and "The Deal", and the truth is that while I haven't abandonded them, I am revaluating them. I really looked at them, and realised that I wasn't satisfied with them. As such, I will be reworking some things with them. I will still be working on them, but they are currently on hiatus. Sorry about that .

Now, with that out of the way - I hope you enjoy this first ever crossover of Game of Thrones and Elfen Lied!

Diclonius Queen of Westeros

Chapter 1

-The Narrow Sea-

-Year 289 AC-

The sounds of the wind in the sails echoed across the ship, alongside the mighty sounds of the waves pushing against the side of the ship. Despite the calm waters, it seemed that said waters still wished to make their presence known. The ship itself wasn't any special as the crew members were just regular merchants, traders and sailors that were just trying to make a living. They had sailed from Pentos and were traversing towards the wharf in Saltpans, a seaside village in the Vale.

However, while most of the crew were either busy checking the ship or the wares; they seemed adamant in avoiding one particular passenger. Now, this one its own may not have been particularly bizarre, if it wasn't for said passenger's peculiar appearance and age. For this passenger wasn't some large, intimidating brute of a man that could have been a distant cousin of Gregor Clegane. No, this was in fact not even a man; it was a young girl, who had most likely not even flowered yet.

The girl's appearance was also peculiar, in that she wasn't really dressed like either a noble lady nor a commoner. She was wearing dark trousers with high brown boots that went up to her knees. On her torso, she was wearing a golden, leather bodice that went over her chest and even covered the front of her hips, and there was a leather belt of the same colour wrapped around her waist, fastening it. The leather was covered in peculiar runes and shapes that resembled eyes and perhaps some other esoteric and forgotten symbols. Underneath the leather bodice, she was wearing some dark-scarlet shirt that had a close-fitting high collar that wrapped around her slender, pale neck.

However, most of her form was covered up by a leathery cloak that was left open, with several buckles, and a high collar. The cloak was darkly coloured with a purple hue to it, and seemed to be a few sizes too large, judging by the way it hung over her form, and how the sleeves of the cloak were clearly covering her gloved hands.

Overall, her outfit seemed intricate and rich enough to suggest that she was of high birth, but at the same time she looked as if she came from one of the more obscure and peculiar reaches of the Known World, if it was even within the Known World at all. However, for some reason the captain of the ship had been very adamant to allow this girl on the ship. At first, the crew thought that the girl must have paid the captain handsomely, until the captain gave the deliberate command that they should leave her alone if they valued their lives.

After all, the captain had seen the girl's face, which was currently covered up by the hood that was attached to the back of her dark coat, but still covered her face nicely. And more importantly; he had recognised her face. It wasn't just the long locks of a peculiar shade of red (or a dark shade of pink as some men from Tyrosh would call it) that covered her head, or the blood-red eyes that seemed to pierce his soul. It was also those things on the top of her head. The captain had only seen them for a short moment, when the girl briefly lifted her hood to allow him to see them; but it had been enough.

The captain knew of this girl and he knew that she could kill him in a second if she so wished. And considering that she only wanted passage for herself, the man had ultimately accepted the small purse of silver coins that she had handed him.

As for the girl in question, she hadn't even bothered to try to interact with anyone on the ship. She knew that the crew had most likely been warned by the captain. It certainly helped the girl when she was bargaining for a place on the ship, but it didn't help much in terms of company. The girl in question didn't care much, she was fine with being alone. It was something she was very much used to.

Well, that was not entirely true. There were those moments when she wasn't entirely alone, and she felt content, even happy being around someone. Those moments may have been a handful at most, but they mattered very much to the hooded girl. In fact, those moments were the reason she was on this ship in the first place.

She had to find her… her friend…

-Flashback, several months ago-

-The Free City of Pentos, Essos-

People were chatting loudly amongst each other, either with exuberant exclamations or arguing angrily about prices and the market, and some of them were unquestionably drunk. All of it became a cacophony of noise that seemed to embody most large cities of the world. In her narrow experience, the hooded girl could say with certainty that people always seemed to be particularly loud.

'Perhaps they desire to compete with each other on who can be the loudest, or perhaps the most obnoxious', she thought to herself, as she witnessed a tanned and wrinkly man throw up not far away from her. Despite the heat she felt on this day, the girl didn't really feel comfortable with removing her coat. Thankfully, the coat had certain benefits when it came to handling temperature. Still, the overall humid air was not really doing much for the headache she felt approaching. Though whether that came from the heat of Pentos or the crammed environment, she couldn't tell.

The girl stepped into a nearby alleyway to get away from the large crowd, which was thankfully empty at the time. After she had entered the passage between the two white buildings, she leaned against one of the walls, and pulled back her hood with a sigh. She allowed her peculiar shade of hair to flow freely down her shoulders and back as she looked up towards the sky.

"Three years… it's been three years now", she whispered to herself. "What am I even doing these days? Going from place to place – is that all there is my life?" When she of course gained no response from anywhere, though she was not really expecting any at all, the girl sighed as she closed her eyes. "I suppose I should see if I could get some food and possibly find some job, before I leave."

However, as she moved away from the wall, a loud noise gained her immediate attention. The red-haired girl turned around so far that said hair flew violently in the air like a blood-soaked whip. Her blood-red eyes stared at the small form of a young girl, a few years younger than herself. Right next to said girl were a few crates that had fallen over, which she must have been hiding behind and then accidentally knocked them over.

"H-Hello", the girl said softly, as her violet eyes took in the red eyes of the older girl, who seemed to have skin as pale as her own. The older girl said nothing as she simply stared at the younger girl in front of her. "I'm sorry to bother you."

"What do you want", asked the older girl as she stared at the younger girl in front of her. The smaller girl was nervously twirling a lock of her silver-gold hair.

"Well, um…", the girl started softly. "I was just exploring while my brother is busy, and I found you alone in this alley, and… well." The younger girl's eyes wandered up the top of the head of red hair, where two white horns were poking out. "I noticed that you have those horns on your head… are they real?"

As soon as those words were uttered, the older girl tensed. Her hands reflexively twitched towards the weapons she kept on her person, as her already sharp eyes seemed to become almost as cold as the Northern winds.

"So, you've seen them. I guess they repulse you as well", the older girl said as she reached one of her hands up and tugged on the hood, trying to cover up the horns. 'Do I have to kill this girl as well? Why can't humans just leave me alone?!', the horned girl thought to herself bitterly, as she stared at the girl in front of her. On pure instinct, she reached out her Arms towards the girl. Of course, that didn't really mean the same thing as it meant to others.

The horned girl had learned many years ago that she had a strange power. No one else that she had encountered had this ability thus far, and according to one man she knew; it was most likely a magical ability that was within her very blood. This ability was that she essentially had several extra arms to use. Of course, these Arms were not like any regular arms. They were invisible to the naked eye to everyone aside from the horned girl herself.

She had also learned very quickly that she could lift almost any weight with this object, including herself, with no difficulty, and she could also… tear people apart like they were nothing.

And she would have torn up the young girl with the silver-golden locks, if she hadn't heard what the younger girl said under her breath.

"No… I think they are pretty. They look like cute ears." As soon as the horned girl heard these words, she froze up. The horned girl was no stranger to compliments about her appearance, usually coming from men who wished to defile her, judging by the lecherous looks in their eyes.

However, this was the first time she had ever heard anyone compliment her with such innocence in their voice. Her arms retreated, when they had almost been about to tear into the young girl's skin and turn her into a bloody smear on the ground. For a moment, the horned girl's eye softened as they stared into the violet eyes in front of her. Then, they hardened once more as they stared deeply at the younger girl – she may after all been trying to deceive the horned girl.

"Really now? How can something that is cute cause me so much trouble, with people hurting me over them", the horned girl replied with a sneer. "Why do you think I cover them up?" At first, the younger girl said nothing, before she took a deep breathe.

"You are being looked down on as well", the younger girl asked. This confused the horned girl, as she tilted her head at the younger girl.

"What do you mean?" The younger girl seemed hesitant to reply, as she twirled her hair.

"People always look at me strangely. I have to travel from city to city as I have no home, and people always stare at me. Sometimes, there are those that twist my hair really hard and it hurts. I don't understand why, but they do it anyway", the girl replied. 'I don't want to tell her about my brother… should I have mentioned him', the younger girl thought to herself.

The response seemed to throw the horned girl for a loop, as her mind tried to piece together why someone who looked rather exotic and even pretty herself would be victim to such harsh treatment. Then, her mind made the simple conclusion.

"I suppose that people are just cruel in general. To mock me for my horns is one thing, but they are so cruel as to point out your differences as well. Your hair is pretty as well, so it's just foolish and pathetic on their end", the horned girl said, before she caught herself. 'Wait, why did I say that?'

"Thank you", the younger girl said with a shy smile. "Like I said, I think your horns are cute. I don't know why people would be hurting you because of them, but I don't think it's fair."

"Indeed, it's not fair", the horned girl replied, her eyes softening once more. There was a naivety within this girl that accompanied her innocence, but it also seemed that there was no deception to be found with this girl. At the same time, the girl's violet eyes held such… loneliness. Just like her own red eyes.

"My name is Daenerys, but you can call me Dany. What is yours?" At the girl's happy question, the horned girl froze. This Dany… she was asking for her name. When was the last time anyone had asked for her name? At first, the horned girl was considering just walking away, and yet… there was something about this girl. She was wearing her heart on her sleeve and there was no sign of deception or malignance to be found.

"… Lucy. My name is Lucy", Lucy replied hesitantly, as she focused her red eyes on Dany.

-Flashback end-

"Land ahoy!" A loud voice snapped Lucy out of her memories. She looked out in the distance and saw the approaching docks. She must have been more submerged in her memories than she realised. That could be dangerous if she was ever ambushed, but Lucy was also aware of her… she hesitated to call it a blessing but considering that she would be otherwise dead without it; Lucy would take whatever she could. While she was looking at the approaching docks, Lucy started to once more think back to the time she spent with Dany.

After they had first introduced themselves to each other, Dany had asked if they could meet at the same place the next day. Lucy had tentatively agreed, and thus waited in the same alleyway the next day, despite Lucy's suspicions. Thankfully, Dany did show up the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. This went on as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, during which Lucy and Dany spent most hours the sun was up together.

Lucy had looked after the younger Dany, making sure that she had food, while also teaching her a few tricks about living on the streets that the younger girl had yet to learn. It wasn't long before Dany had looked at Lucy with admiration in her eyes, just like how Lucy had been captured by Dany's burning spirit and innocence. Lucy had even showed Dany her powers, when she made an elaborate show of making things float around her and creating an almost eerie puppet show. Meanwhile, Dany had simply talked to Lucy, sharing her thoughts and dreams. It may not seem much in comparison to Lucy demonstrating her powers, but to Lucy; it was more than what anyone had ever given to her.

For the first time in her life, Lucy forgot that she had horns, all the pain and much more. She was just able to feel… joy. Even now, that feeling was so alien to her, and she felt it in such a large quantity for that time. After such a long time, Lucy had her first real friend.

Sadly, their time was cut abruptly short. One cloudy day, the two of them had been spending time together like it was any other day, when suddenly; they were attacked by a group of people with daggers, as their intentions were made perfectly clear. Lucy had told Dany to run away while she would deal with these assassins, not only for her own safety, but also because Lucy didn't want Dany to see her murdering these people.

Lucy had lost something within her when she was first forced to kill people all those years ago. She didn't want Dany to go through that as well. After Lucy had taken care of the assassins, she had searched for her friend, but she couldn't find Dany anywhere. She wasn't in any of the places Lucy expected her to be. By the time the third day passed, Lucy knew that she wasn't in Pentos anymore.

She had luckily remembered that Dany had mentioned her brother, though whenever she talked about him; there was a sense of sadness that seemed to enter Dany's voice. She had mentioned how she and her brother was forced to flee because of someone that had taken their home from them, and still wanted them dead. That home had been in Westeros, which was why Lucy had bought passage for herself to travel to that country.

Lucy looked up from her reminiscing and saw the approaching land mass that was Westeros. As the docks were getting closer with every passing second, she couldn't help but sigh to herself. This wasn't the first time she had been to Westeros. After all, she was born in this part of the world, before she had been shipped away to Essos so many years ago. Her eyes narrowed in rage as she recalled the first years of her life that she spent growing up in King's Landing… the children of Flea Bottom and the beggars that littered the street. Not that anywhere else was any better: humans were humans, and they treated her like vermin. She had no reason to return to Westeros whatsoever.

But Dany had talked about so fondly of Westeros, and how she would one day return to this country: to the home that was stolen from her just as she was born. Lucy had no idea where Dany could have gone, but she knew that the violet-eyed girl wished to go back home one day, and would most likely end up here, where her home was. And Lucy wanted to be there with her.

After Lucy had realised that her friend had disappeared from Pentos; she had made a promise to herself. She would find Dany and help her find the happiness she desires. One way or another, Lucy would be reunited with her friend, no matter the cost.

-Two weeks later-

-On the waters near Pyke, The Iron Islands-

On a ship of the Royal Fleet, Lord Eddard "Ned" Stark, also known as Warden of the North was standing in full armour and with the ancestral Valyrian Steel Ice in his hands. Right next to him stood the intimidating form of King Robert Baratheon, First of his Name, and Ned's childhood friend. He was also adorned in armour, but unlike Ned, Robert was carrying a large spiked iron war-hammer.

The Iron Islands… seven small rocky islands that where located to the west of the Westeros mainland, considered to be the smallest of the nine regions of Westeros, and the least populated of them all. And these people were confident enough to start a rebellion against the crown that would grant them their independence.

It had all started only a few months ago, when the Greyjoys launched their Iron Fleet and burned down Lannisport and had several successful minor strikes all along the western coasts. Then they had started to feel the whiplash strike them back upon their first major defeat in Seaguard. Since then, it had been going downhill for them, especially when King Robert's younger brother, Lord Stannis Baratheon, had attacked the Iron Fleet in the Straits of Fair Isle, where the Royal Fleet and the Redwyne Fleet combined their strength, and destroyed the entirety of the Iron Fleet in one fell swoop. This in turn allowed Ned and Robert to sail towards Pyke with thousands of soldiers, all the while Stannis and Barristan Selmy went to the Iron Islands and subdued both the Great Wyk and the Old Wyk respectively.

Again, some had to wonder how the Ironborn thought they were going to succeed with this uprising. Of course, while they were heavily outnumbered, Ned had to give the Ironborn credit for one thing. They were unmatched on the seas. While the Ironborn are no match fighting on land, they are unparalleled on ship. And sadly, that advantage was currently giving Ned a problem.

As it turned out, it seemed like that when Stannis had destroyed the Iron Fleet at the Sea Battle of Fair Isle; he had apparently not destroyed the entire Iron Fleet. It was a large part of the fleet, but there were still several ships left. And now, these remaining ships had surrounded Pyke in order to protect it and launch an attack against Ned's army if necessary.

While Ned was aware that they had the advantage of numbers and that they could overpower these pirates and raiders; Ned also knew that the Ironborn had enough skill to cause a large casualty for the Royal Army.

"What are we waiting for", Robert asked impatiently. "Let's go in there and bring these pirates to their knees!"

"Your Grace, if we rush in now, then we risk losing tons of men needlessly to their ships. Your brother is unable to get to his ships because the remainder of the Iron Fleet has surrounded both Great Wyk and Old Wyk", Ned replied sternly.

"Bloody Greyjoys and their fucking Iron Prices – all of this because that fucker Balon felt privileged in his right as the so-called King of the Iron Islands", Robert hissed angrily at the ships that covered his path. His face was turning red in rage.

Ned looked at his childhood friend. Robert Baratheon had always embodied the words of House Baratheon: "Ours is the Fury". It was something he had seen quite a lot in the rebellion against the Mad King, Aerys II Targaryen. And while he admired Robert's passion, he also knew about Robert's less than reputable habits. And judging by the slightly wider frame he now had, Ned suspected that those habits had been starting to catch up on his old friend over the past eight years.

However, what sometimes unsettled Ned wasn't Robert's lust for alcohol and women, but rather his bloodlust. There was something with the fury that Robert Baratheon showed during the rebellion against the Mad King that unsettled Ned. While Robert may not have an inherit cruelty, there was still a fierce beast within him. One that loved to fight and kill. The same beast that was clawing to get out and urging Robert to rush into Pyke and break every Greyjoy bannerman's skull that he could get his hands on.

Still, Ned believed and knew deep down that despite his many faults; Robert was a good man and friend. Hopefully, his faith in his friend would not be betrayed once more like the day when the bodies of Elia Martell and her children were brought forward to Robert. The Lord Paramount of the North shook his head to avoid that particular memory and turned towards his King.

"Robert, I know you want to end this rebellion as soon as possible, especially now when we have them cornered. However, our information about their full numbers were wrong, and if we rush in too fast right now; we risk losing tons of good men in the process.

"There are reinforcements coming from the Redwyne Fleet shortly. Alongside their support; we can attack them from several fronts and spread their forces too thin for comfort." Ned's words seemed to be getting through to the King of the Seven Kingdoms, as his face became less red and was breathing more evenly now.

"You're right Ned. These pirates would prove to be a real problem for the Kingdom. I guess I'm just worked up about the damage that they've caused these past moons", Robert admitted bitterly, before focusing on Ned. "Tell the men to ready the siege engines. I want all of them loaded and prepared for when the reinforcements get here. After they arrive, we will bring everything we have on them." In response to his command, Ned bowed.

"Yes, your gr-"

"YOUR GRACE", a soldier shouted from above. They turned towards the lookout to see the man staring into the distance, his face full of confusion, awe and fear.

"What's the matter, soldier", Robert shouted back.

"Your grace, the Iron Fleet… it's being destroyed!"

"WHAT?! But we haven't launched an attack! Is it Stannis and his fleet that is attacking", Robert shouted as he turned back towards the remainder of the Fleet that was surrounding Pyke. Only to grow more confused when he saw no ships bearing the Baratheon Stag… or any ships for that matter, aside from the Iron Fleet.

"No, my lord! They are just falling apart on their own, I'm not sure what is happening", the lookout reported. At this point, all men were looking out at the Iron Fleet. It was just like the soldier had said; there were clear wreckage of one of the ships. Somehow, the ship had obliterated itself, and another was being decimated while it was accompanied by the distant sound screams.

'How can this be? Robert hasn't ordered the attack yet, and the Redwyne Fleet can't have arrived this soon', Ned thought to himself, as he observed one of the ships being torn apart from some invisible force. Suddenly, he saw something. It was only for a second, but he saw it: a small form that was running on the wreckage.

"There is someone on the ship", Ned said, pointing towards the ship. Robert followed what he was looking at, and lo and behold: there was a small form that was just then jumping from one ship to another. "Is that one person responsible for destroying the ships?"

"That's impossible. The sheer force and power that's required for that is enormous. No one could do something like that", said a soldier who was standing right next to him, while a few others agreed loudly.

"Then how else can you explain the ships being destroyed", Ned challenged, even if he too was feeling sceptical.

"I think you may have a point, Ned", Robert said with a distant voice, as he pointed towards the ship that the small form had just jumped on. Not long after the form had jumped on; the sounds of distant screams had once again filled the air, and they witnessed as the ship was being slowly torn apart by that invisible force. Afterwards, when the ship was starting to turn into little more than driftwood.

Ned was baffled by the sight. By all accounts, this should not be possible. Whoever that small form was, one person shouldn't be capable of utterly decimating a ship like this person clearly was. And yet, when it happened a third time, it was difficult to argue that it was merely coincidence. This one person was somehow capable of defeating tons of bloodthirsty Ironborn, while also destroying their ship, before traversing to the next ship and repeating the same process: without using a boat to get there.

However, in the chaos. Ned as well as Robert suddenly gained their bearings and realised their advantage at hand. While this was certainly what they didn't have in mind; this person was destroying the Iron Fleet and was thus creating the diversion and distraction they needed. If this kept going, they would barely lose any soldiers to the Ironborn. Ned looked at Robert, who clearly had the same thought process judging by his eyes. With a simple nod, they had the same understanding, before Robert turned to his soldiers.

"Alright men, listen up. I have no idea what is happening, but we are going to press on with this newfound advantage. Sail forward, prepare the siege engines, and let's bring these Iron-fuckers down!" At his command, his men roared in agreement and confidence, as they set out to subdue Pyke and end the Greyjoy Rebellion, and hopefully discover who this mysterious person is when they got there.

-Earlier, aboard the "Iron Victory" of the Iron Fleet-

On the ship Iron Victory, Victarion Greyjoy was staring at the several ships belonging to King Robert Baratheon. He had just arrived with his ship, after sailing all the way from Sea Dragon Point after learning of the Iron Fleet's fall at Fair Isle. The fully armoured brute of a man looked calmly at his enemies. His brother's plan had worked in the end.

While the self-proclaimed King of the Iron Islands, Balon Greyjoy, was unbelievably arrogant and ambitious, he was also not an idiot. Especially when considering that Euron, one of the most devilishly intelligent men that Victarion had ever met, gave clever advice to Balon. He was aware that while his people were unparalleled on sea, the Seven Kingdoms had more knights and could easily overpower him. Therefore, King Balon made a concentrated effort in trying to keep the full amount of ships secret from any potential spies that the Spider may have located on the Iron Islands. Victarion had even heard that Euron went through some extra measures to make sure that the information never left Iron Islands, though he would rather not think about it considering that it was Euron.

Then, to further keep up the illusions; Balon had his brothers Euron, Victarion and Aeron take the ships and hide them, even using them to raid and pillage, though always making sure to hide their real identities. All this misdirection was made so that in the possible outcome that they would face a great loss of their fleet: it would hopefully fool their enemy into believing that they had lost their fleet. And as predicted; this diversion had allowed them to fool King Robert into believing that they had smashed their entire fleet upon the Sea Battle of Fair Isle, and while Aeron had gone missing since then; it had allowed Balon to lull his enemies into a false sense of security.

True, while Victarion wasn't really the smartest mank, especially in comparison to Euron; he was aware that King Robert still had the advantage of numbers. Even if the Iron Fleet currently had them surrounded: even Victarion was somewhat aware that their royal equipment and training may prove to best the Ironborn. While Victarion was not very smart, he was a good commander and knew his ways around the seas. That was most likely the reason why Balon had named him the Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet after all.

However, even if he was aware deep down that they were about to fight a meaningless battle: he was also Ironborn. He wouldn't give up so easily just because they were outnumbered, he was quite frankly too stubborn for that. As his brother Balon had said, even if they were surrounded and outnumbered; they would not yield. They would keep fighting with all they had and bring down as many of them as possible – hopefully even King Robert himself if they were lucky.

Victarion had his orders from the brother he was loyal too and was prepared to fight to the very last man. He was not afraid of drowning or death for that matter: for what is dead may never die!

"Come on men, it's time to show these men that we are Ironborn, and that we do not fear them! For what is dead may never die", Victarion roared loudly, as he raised his crude axe in the air. His men roared in agreement as they raised their own axes and swords. However, before they could bring forth the great ship to attack – all hell broke loose.

"LORD CAPTAIN", a loud voice stopped everyone in their tracks. Victarion turned around just as the door that lead to the door to the lower deck was pushed opened violently, revealing the blood-covered form of one of the crewmembers. "LORD CAPTAIN, THERE IS SOMETHING BELOW-"

The crewmember could say nothing else, for suddenly; his head fell off his shoulders. There was a shower of blood, much to the shock of the crewmembers as they branded their weapons in preparation for whatever had spooked the crewmember.

They most certainly did not expect it to be a small child – a girl from the looks of it – that was wearing a strange dark robe that seemed to be a few sizes too large, with a hood covering her head. The only things visible were the lower half of her pale face and her long strangely coloured hair. The girl was standing there, with no discernible expression as her lips were locked firmly in a thin line.

"Who are you", Victarion asked, though it was clear by the tone of his voice that it wasn't a question, but rather a command. And yet, the girl didn't say anything. She didn't flinch, she didn't move, her lips didn't even twitch. It was almost like she didn't hear what he said. "Tell me who you are little girl, or I will make sure that you are thrown overboard!" At first, she said nothing to his repeated command, but after a while, she lifted her head slightly and locked her blood-red eyes with his black ones.

Surprisingly, her cold, piercing gaze actually made him feel uncomfortable. Usually, Victarion had a great amount of respect for enemies that show bravery in the face of adversity. However, there was something with this girl that unsettled him. The only one who had ever managed to unsettle Victarion was Euron, but this girl was another kind of unsettling. While he had met people that are brave and people that are unpredictable and hated like Euron; this girl was… different. Something was very wrong with this person, and he had no desire to see her on his ship anymore.

"Never mind, I don't care why you're here, but you are trespassing, and you will be imprisoned for trial. Take her away", Victarion commanded his men, who simply nodded. Two of them went toward the girl, wielding axes in their hands.

"Come here little girl, you will make for a nice salt wife one day", one of the two men said with a smirk on his face while reaching forward to grab the girl's arm.

However, as soon as they were within range: their heads were torn off from their necks, just like the crewmember from before. Victarion black eyes widened to the point his dark eyes were mere pinpricks, as they locked on to the small girl once more.

"Well", a soft voice was heard from the girl's lips. She slowly let her red eyes linger over the men around her. "Are you going not going to capture me?" Her soft voice was as cold as ice, which somehow made her mocking words come off as more of an insult. Victarion gritted his teeth angrily.

"Kill the little bitch", he said, trying to retain his calm demeanour after seeing his crewmembers being killed. The men screamed in fury as they charged the girl, confident that they could take her down.

Unfortunately, what would follow next was an absolute massacre. The girl barely moved, but when she did move; it was like a graceful dance, as she would swipe at people around her using a long dagger that she had somehow hid on her person. However, that wasn't her main weapon of attack or even the strangest part. No, the strangest part was that her main weapon was invisible to all of them. For even if she had her dagger impeded into the stomach of one man; men were simultaneously being torn to pieces all around. It didn't matter if they came from the front, the side or even the back – they were all eviscerated. Screams were filling up the air as heads and limbs were falling all over the place, along with massive quantities of blood that was now covering most of the deck.

'How is this possible?! Is… is this magic', Victarion thought to himself, bewildered at the sight before him. Every member of his crew… they were being slaughtered with little to no effort from their attacker. The girl in question had this strange energy about her, and the way she moved towards some of the men almost seemed like she was a prowling predator, looking to take out their next prey. This cannot be just a regular girl – this was an abomination. Victarion gritted his teeth in absolute fury as he tightened his grip around his axe.

"What is dead may never die", he screamed loudly, before he raised the axe in the air and threw it with all his power at the monstrous girl. If he couldn't get close to her, then he would just have to take her from afar. His moment of triumph at what he perceived to be an excellent deduction was blasted the next moment, when the axe stopped in front of the girl's face. She stared impassively at Victarion, as the axe turned was flipped around on its own, before it violently flew towards Victarion, faster than he had thrown it.

It was only by pure instinct that he managed to move his entire body to the side, and instead of the axe penetrating his skull; it only lodged itself deep into his shoulder, despite the plate armour he wore. It was probably thanks to that armour that the axe didn't cut the whole arm off. Gritting his teeth in pain, he violently pulled out the axe from his shoulder, before turning his attention back towards the girl, who was now standing right in front of him.

Suddenly, he felt a sudden, overwhelming shock and pain course through his entire system. For a moment, he was uncertain what had happened, and was confused when he felt himself falling down onto the ground. It wasn't until he saw his own legs in front of him that Victarion realised that he had been torn apart as well. This girl had just used her invisible power to split him in half by the waist. Victarion felt his whole body go into shock, as he felt blood fill up in his mouth, and also pool around his body. Some part of his mind tried to think of anything to do, while also panicking at the painful feelings he was enduring.

With his last energy, Victarion looked up at the cold, impassive eyes of the demon that had destroyed his crew in just a few moments. Soon, those eyes turned towards the other ships around the Iron Victory. It was also now that Victarion noticed how the ship was being torn apart around the girl. Afterwards, as the Iron Victory had been demolished and sinking; the girl jumped up into the air towards a neighbouring ship in burst of splinters and wood, carelessly leaving the carnage that had just happened behind her. Victarion coughed loudly, as he felt the last vestiges of his energy and his life slowly fading away and the destroyed ship was sinking.

Soon, both parts of his body started to glide down the sinking ship, as his plate armour brought down his body into the depths of the Sunset Sea. Some may call that ironic, but in the end; Victarion Greyjoy was right in that he never had to fear drowning. Because he was dead long before the water began to fill up his lungs.

-The Island of Pyke, The Iron Islands-

As several ships of the Iron Fleet were being destroyed one after another in short succession; King Robert and his men saw this as their opportunity to push forward. As such, it didn't take long for them to eventually reach the shore. This was the beginning of the Siege of Pyke, which would be the final battle of the Greyjoy Rebellion – the Royal Army was determined to make it so.

During the breach; two men were first amongst all others. The first was a man with a flaming sword and rugged appearance, while the other was a strong man wearing an armour emblazoned with the black bear representing House Mormont. The two of them, in the face of bravery against the Ironborn's ruthless attacks, inspired the Royal Army to push forward. Over the several hours that passed during the day of the siege: the Ironborn army was steadily being pushed back.

The army attacked and with their forces of thousands of men and their siege engines; they laid waste to their enemies. When they reached Pyke – it didn't take too long for the Royal Army to cause some massive damage, which was clear when the Botley Castle was destroyed, along with the adjacent town of Lordsport. It wasn't long afterwards that King Robert's army had managed to get to the Castle of Pyke, where the self-proclaimed King of the Iron Islands. They pushed forward, and soon confronted the final line of defence as they attacked the walls that protected the only way to enter the Castle Pyke.

Meanwhile, Lucy was slowly and steadily going towards the castle with the flags emblazoned with the golden squid, or Kraken, whatever it was that these so called Greyjoys were proudly calling their signature animal. She had originally been traversing through Westeros for over a week in a docile pace. She was in no rush to get through the country, not to mention that Lucy had no real idea of where she was going at first.

After a while, she had learned that she had ended up in the North. However, she also distantly heard of rumours regarding a rebellion at the hand of some House Greyjoy or something. From what she heard, they were essentially pirates and raiders who wanted to be withdrawn from the Seven Kingdoms. Now, Lucy didn't fully understand the complexities of the situation, but she knew that Westeros was also referred to as the Seven Kingdoms. She remembered that much at least from the small amount of lessons that she had growing up.

As such, that meant that these Greyjoys of the Iron Islands were trying to become independent. Quite frankly, Lucy didn't care whatsoever. They were trying to fight for their perceived rights, regardless of how foolish they may be. Therefore, Lucy ignored it.

… Until she had gotten to a seaside village near the western coast of Westeros.

There, she had come across a burning village. Amongst the wreckage and debris, she found the corpse of a young, blonde-haired girl, whose body had been defiled before and after death. The blonde was very bright and reminded Lucy of Dany. And while she was aware (and grateful) that it wasn't Dany – it made her still think about it. These Greyjoys, these Ironborn… they wanted to have power for themselves, and thus were willing to attack people. They were willing to attack Dany's home for their own selfish desires. What if they hurt Dany whenever she did come home, or there was nothing left of Dany's home for her to come back to, because of them? Lucy could not allow that to happen!

Thus, Lucy had ridden along the western coast, before she had eventually gotten to some place in the North called Sea Dragon Point. There, she had found several ships that were adorned with the Greyjoy insignia. At first, Lucy had been tempted to just kill them when she first spotted them but stopped herself from acting too rashly. In the end, it would be more practical to just let them take her to where the rest of the Greyjoys are. That way, she could take them all out at once.

In turn, Lucy had stowed herself away at the ship, and let it take her towards the destination. Thankfully, luck was on her side, and they had arrived to where the Greyjoys and Ironborn were located – the Iron Islands. From there, it was just a matter of taking out the Ironborn to make sure they were not a threat to Dany's home.

As soon as they had arrived, Lucy eviscerated the crew of the ship she had been hiding at, the Iron Victory, or whatever it was called. They had all come at her with axes, swords and knives, but they had been no match for her Arms. After she had killed their commander, Lucy had used the strength of her arms to launch herself to the next ship and take out the Ironborn on that ship as well. This process repeated itself several times as she had soon enough gotten close to the island. From there, Lucy had simply gotten ashore, before traversing onwards and killing whatever Ironborn she came across.

Overall, taking out the Ironborn had been… cathartic to say the least. Perhaps it was because of Lucy's distaste for rapists and raiders, or perhaps it was that she felt accomplished protecting Dany's home from these pirates, or perhaps it was just that Lucy hated humans overall. Regardless of her reasoning, Lucy felt an unusual sense of satisfaction in killing these Ironborn.

The commander of the Iron Victory had spouted some strange nonsense about 'what is dead may never die', which was difficult to claim now that his body had most likely sunk to the bottom of the sea in separate pieces.

The horned girl was brought out of her thoughts by the approaching steps of a few axe-wielding raiders. However, they didn't have any chance to think before their bodies were ripped apart and strewn across the now blood-stained grass. Lucy stopped as she took in the sight of the large castle. It seemed that the castle wasn't structured like most castles, with several towers and keeps standing inside a finite area and some sort of protective wall surrounding it. Instead, the towers and keeps of the castle were located on several barren islets, with drawbridges and walkways connecting the towers together. If she had to guess, the castle used to be standing on the edge of a cliff, but that cliff must have eroded over time, thus leaving the castle in this rather interesting position, and ultimately covered in green lichen.

Lucy started analysing the situation in front of her. Now, she was originally going to enter through the main entrance, which seemed to be a large gatehouse that was situated on the edge of the cliff and connected the rest of the towers to the main land. The gatehouse was surrounded by walls that surrounded the gatehouse in a crescent moon shape from cliff to cliff. Lucy had no doubt that she could enter this gatehouse, but what made her hesitant to follow her original plan was the large army that was currently attacking the walls. She had seen their ships in the distance when she arrived and could easily distinguish from their sails that they were not involved with the Ironborn and made even clearer now when these unknown people were attacking them.

However, even if they were against the Ironborn; they were still making her pursuit through the main gate difficult without being detected. True, she could always kill them as well, but that would be a waste of time and an unnecessary risk. And as Lucy looked at the other towers, it was clear to her that the eroded cliffs would make it difficult to climb them, not to mention another waste of time. No, the fastest way was through the main entrance, yet again; she was conflicted on how to handle the army that was currently using siege engines.

'Then again, the army is clearly against the Ironborn. As such, they are not really a hindrance as long as they don't get in the way', Lucy thought to herself, as she started to smirk. 'I do wonder how strong those doors really are.' With a determined smirk, Lucy started running towards the castle walls.

It didn't take long for her to arrive and by using her smaller and lithe form; Lucy weaved her way forward, avoiding soldiers and arrows with no difficulty. She could hear the occasional shock of a soldier but paid little mind to it. Soon enough, she saw the massive gates, which was currently attacked by a battering ram that had already left an indentation in the gates.

Of course, this was an opportunity that Lucy couldn't ignore. So, with no hesitation, Lucy jumped up on the overturned boat that was used to protect the men currently battering the gates. She ignored the shock of the men on the walls and the men holding the battering ram and those that made up the army behind her, as she put all her attention on the very point that the battering ram had been striking. Then, with a simple movement on Lucy's end; her Arms struck the gates with as much power as she could muster.

For the surrounding army, it was strange to see the small form of a very agile child jump on top of the battering ram with no regard for their safety, but that paled in comparison to the sight that came soon after. With no warning, the thick gates were violently pushed open by some invisible force. Splinters and pieces of wood went flying as the gates were flung open so roughly that it almost seemed like they were going to tear off their hinges. However, before they could properly react, the child jumped through the gateway with no regard about the thousands of men who had just witnessed something that was considered impossible.

Lucy on the other hand kept ignoring the army behind her as she bolted through the now open gates. While she was bolting through the air, Lucy pulled out a twin set of long daggers that she kept on her person. Greyjoy soldiers attacked her from every angle, but Lucy's Arms and daggers made short work of them. It wasn't long before Lucy managed to get through the gatehouse and rushed across the drawbridge that lead to a large keep ahead.

When she entered, Lucy witnessed a great hall that had a large number of soldiers, some of which fired their crossbows at her. However, Lucy carelessly caught them in mid-air with her Arms, before she launched them back at the soldiers. Truthfully, Lucy was paying more attention to some of the other men in the room. At the end of the hall, there was a throne made of oily black stone and in the shape of a kraken, which made it very clear that the thin man sitting on top of said throne was most likely the head of House Greyjoy.

However, Lucy immediately dismissed the thin man as no threat, especially not when compared to the man that she spotted staring at her and standing not far away from the throne. He was admittedly a handsome man with black hair and a dark beard, but it wasn't that that attracted Lucy's attention. No, it was the glint in his left eye that made him rather unsettling. His right eye was blue like the summer sky, and may even have given him a pleasant vibe, if it wasn't for his other eye. The other eye was black and had glint that revealed his true nature.

It was a glint that showed a true malice that had a wanton craving to hurt and to torment those that stood against him; a glint that showed an inherit intelligence and cunning that was not to be underestimated.

It was a glint… so much like her own.

This man was the true threat in the room. This man could not be allowed to live. She locked her eyes with him and started running towards him. The man grinned as he simply ran out through one of the doors with a few men. Lucy followed him as they all crossed a covered stone walkway. Though as soon as she entered; Lucy stopped. This man was now simply standing in a large hallway that looked like a smaller dining hall, which was connected to several staircases. He smirked maliciously at Lucy.

"So, the pretty little murderess has followed me. I must admit that I am flattered", the man said with no hesitation. Lucy's eyes narrowed at the man.

'He is far too calm. Why did he stop in here?', Lucy thought to herself. The man started laughing, before he spread out his arms in what appeared to be a placating motion.

"Oh, don't worry little murderess", the man said with an amused voice. "There is no ambush lying in wait for you. Though, I doubt that even if there was that they could do much to you. No, I guided you here because I wanted to examine you."

"Examine me", Lucy asked with confusion in her voice. Who was this strange man?

"Ah, so you are not a mute then. That's good", the man uttered with a slightly mocking tone in his voice. "Well, I was wondering exactly who you were. You are clearly not part of the army that is currently stopping my brother's rebellion, and yet you are here killing us Ironborn, using strange powers that I have never seen before." At these words, the man's black eye seemed to almost gleam in excitement, and perhaps something more.

"And I must admit that you have caught my curiosity, and that I had to see you in person. Now, let's see if my theory is correct. Attack her", the man commanded the few men that had followed him. The soldiers attacked Lucy on his command, shouting as they raised their attacks. Yet, they faced the same fate as the rest, when they soon laid strewn across the floor in several pieces.

Lucy narrowed her eyes once more at the man, who didn't seem affected at all by the slaughter, in fact, he seemed to be relishing in it.

"As I thought, my theory is confirmed", the man said with a gleeful tone that put Lucy on edge.

"And what would that be", she asked as she prepared herself for anything the man could come up with.

"The theory that… I cannot kill you." His words were like a bucket of cold water being splashed across her face as she almost recoiled at his words. "Those two men wore plated armour and were quite strong. True, they weren't like the Mountain or the Hound, but they were strong men nevertheless. And yet they stood no chance against you. Why the hell would I stand a chance against your powers?

"Yet, I must say that this power only makes you so… alluring. What is your name young girl?" Upon this question, his right, blue eye gained a charming curiosity, while his left, black eye betrayed a peculiar lust.

"None of your business", Lucy replied with a cold voice. She was unsure what this man was trying to accomplish, but it was clear that he was far too dangerous to be kept alive. The man simply shrugged his shoulders with a small smirk.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter. I'm sure I will learn of your identity soon enough. Trust me, people like us, those that are above others; we tend to not stay anonymous for too long", he said casually. Then, he reached towards a table near him and grabbed what looked to be a glass container of oil, with a rag coming out of it. "Allow me to introduce myself." The man then grabbed a torch that was laying on the ground next to him with his other hand.

"My name is Euron Greyjoy, and we will meet again, my pretty murderess." The now identified Euron then lit the rag before throwing the container towards Lucy with a surprising strength and speed. In response, Lucy dodged to the side, thus avoiding the blaze that spread on the spot that she had just been standing on.

As she looked towards Euron, she saw him running towards the exit that was now left open for him to escape, with a surprising speed. Lucy bolted forward and jumped over the fires, trying to let her Arms reach the escaping man and rip his head off. Sadly, she failed as he managed to instinctively lean his head away from the invisible force, as if he had already guess that she would go for his head.

The reason for this failure was because of one of the perhaps biggest weakness with her Arms. The Arms had an incredible strength that allowed Lucy to perform amazing feats, but it came with a glaring limitation: range. Lucy could lift most objects, tear men apart and destroy solid objects. However, if the object or person was outside the range of roughly four and a half feet: they would not be affected by her Arms. It was also one of the reasons why Lucy had her long daggers; they were a precaution and an extra layer of defence in case that reach would prove to not be enough. While her Arms were her ultimate weapon, she could not afford to be unprepared if they ever failed her.

And unfortunately: Euron was just out of reach for Lucy's Arms. Though by a stroke of luck perhaps; one of Lucy's arms managed to grace against Euron's left eye, which bled as he fled down the hallway. Lucy started to give chase through the darkness of the hallway, but soon found herself out on the walkway, alone. She cursed herself; Euron must have used a secret passageway and escaped or at least hid himself away and would then escape amongst the masses of people. The horned girl gritted her teeth in irritation at how the man had gotten away. Then again, she had managed to at least hurt him, so it was a small victory. Still, that man had to die, and Lucy would make sure of it – he would not be allowed to hurt Dany or her home.

She was broken out of her thoughts when she heard the clanking of armour coming from the Great Hall, causing her to turn towards the approaching men. There three in total, and they were all wearing armour. Funny, Lucy had spent so much time in Essos that she had almost forgotten how armour looked like back in Westeros. The three men were standing on the walkway, cautiously gazing at Lucy. They were clearly tense about this strange child that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shattered the strong gates, killed hundreds of Ironborn and yet only had a small amount of blood on her robes, and all of which she did with strange powers. This child was no ordinary child, that was for sure.

"What do you want", Lucy asked with a cold voice, as her red eyes narrowed on the first man. Her Arms reared up behind her, ready to destroy these men if they proved to be hostile.

"We mean you no harm", said man replied as he raised his hands in the air, showing that he was unarmed. He was a strong and fit man, wearing an armour with a black bear on it.

"Oh, and I am supposed to trust your words, a man I know nothing about", Lucy asked sceptically. Euron's escape had left a bad taste in her mouth and she was eager to hurt somebody to relieve of the tension that was building up within her. These men may just do nicely!

"Forgive me young lady. I am Ser Jorah Mormont, Lord of Bear Island, and I swear on my family name that we mean you no harm", the now-identified Jorah stated with a calm voice.

"We only wish to take you with us to the throne room. The battle and Greyjoy Rebellion is over, as Balon Greyjoy has bent the knee and sworn fealty to the crown. Please, come with us and I swear that no one will lay hand on you as long as you are under my protection."

Lucy was quiet for a while, contemplating Jorah Mormont's words, before she wordlessly walked towards them, and followed their lead. While she wasn't keen on trusting people, there was something genuine about this man. It wasn't enough to make her trust the man, but at least she could concede and give this Jorah Mormont the benefit of doubt. And in the eventuality that he went back on his words… well, let's just say that he would not have much time to regret his decision.

Jorah and the other men guided Lucy through the Great Hall and back to the now broken walls and gates being destroyed, along with one of the three towers that made up the gatehouse. Outside the gate stood thousands of men with some wielding weapons, and other men that were unarmed. The latter category all had an air of defeat oozing from their pores, and Lucy could even make out the features of the thin man that had been sitting on the throne. Her attention was brought away from the defeated and bitter man, as a loud and powerful voice made her turn towards a large man that was wearing a fancy armour and wielding a large spiked iron war-hammer.

"You are the child that broke through the gates. I assume that you are also the one that shattered the Iron Fleet", the man asked, though the tone of his voice made the question seem more like a command than anything else.

"I am. What about it", Lucy asked with a detached voice as she looked at the man. He had black hair and bright blue eyes, and a presence that screamed power. It was the kind of presence that made most men and women stay alert. Lucy was not one of them. Already, she could feel herself drifting away mentally as the large man spoke to her.

"Nothing young girl, except for the fact that you have single-handedly bested at least 400 Ironborn on your own. You have performed a great duty in protecting the realm against the raiders that were plaguing the Seven Kingdoms. I commend you for your valour and strength in the face of so much adversity, and that you further helped the army fight against the Ironborn and quell the Greyjoy Rebellion as early as we could.

"As fitting someone of your valour, I must reward you for your bravery and skill in combat, especially for one as young as you. What is it that you wish as your reward", the large man proclaimed loudly. The army was listening attentively to what the girl would ask from the king.

Lucy on the other hand was barely paying attention. She was currently letting her mind flow through the events of the day, as well as the past few months she had spent in this country. It was only after a short while that she realised that the large man had stopped talking and was now looking at her expectantly, that Lucy decided to pay a little more attention. For some reason, this man was expecting a reply from her.

"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you", Lucy asked bluntly out of genuine confusion as she had never met this man before.

Her blunt response caused every man in the area to freeze up. The army became so quiet that they could have heard somebody dropping a needle. They had no idea how the King would react to this disrespect, regardless of how slight said disrespect may have been. It was especially worrying considering that King Robert embodied the fury of House Baratheon. However, all of them were brought out of their fearful stupor by the surprise of the loud laughter coming from the very same king they were afraid would lose his temper.

"I like you girl! You don't waste time with worthless pleasantries and get straight to the point. What is your name?", the King asked the girl with a wide grin.

"…Lucy", the girl replied after a short moment of silence.

"Well Lucy, allow me to introduce myself. You have the honour of addressing Robert Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men", King Robert introduced himself.

The reveal of the King's identity caused Lucy's red eyes to widen in surprise. She had been addressing the King of this country? She had thought that the man was perhaps a commander or other form of high-ranking soldier. Instead, the large man was the bloody ruler of Westeros. Before she could think or say anything else; her thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice coming from a man wearing a golden armour and white cloak.

"Bow before your King, girl", the golden armoured man said with a pompous voice. Though Lucy decided not to answer, and instead noted that there were a number of men with golden armour and white cloaks standing around the King.

'Perhaps they are especially chosen to guard the King', she thought to herself. Lucy's silence and inaction seemed to infuriate the man further, as he put his hand on his sword.

"How dare you disrespect the King-"

"QUIET", King Robert shouted, as he turned towards the man in golden armour. "Hold your tongue Ser Trant and stop making yourself look like a fool!" The Kingsguard bowed to Robert before backing away. "Though, my Kingsguard does bring up a good point. How come you do not bow before your king?" Lucy looked at King Robert with a cold gaze.

"It's no sign of disrespect, I assure you of that", she replied.

"Then, why is it that you haven't bowed before your king?", Robert repeated his question. Lucy titled her head slightly as she locked her red eyes with the King of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I came here to kill Ironborn. How can I kill my enemies when my face is in the dirt?" King Robert's eyes widened in surprise at her answer. Then, he started to laugh loudly once more, shocking those around him.

"You've got the heart of a warrior, girl. I like your spirit, and as such I will overlook your lack of proper respect this once for that alone", Robert stated loudly and happily. "Now, as the King of the Seven Kingdoms; it is my duty to give you a reward for such splendid work. So, Lucy, what do you want your reward to be?"

Robert's words surprised Lucy once more. He wanted to… reward her? For what – killing the Ironborn? She had not been doing it for him – she had been fighting for the Seven Kingdoms, and more specifically Dany's home. Then again, if this man was the monarch of these kingdoms, then of course he would be grateful that she had killed the raiders that threatened his people.

"Well, I suppose some provisions and supplies would be nice", Lucy said somewhat uncertainly. She was originally going to suggest help with locating Dany, but something instinctually told her to keep that desire hidden for now. As before, the King laughed loudly at her simple request.

"Just provisions to keep on going, huh? Well, I can certainly provide that. However, I still feel that is not enough. How about I offer you a title of nobility for your courage", Robert stated. This statement caused whispers and murmurs to spread through the army.

Some of the soldiers were impressed, others were appalled that this strange girl was going to be rewarded with a title of nobility. The only ways for that to happen was if he either made her a newfound house or if he forced someone to marry her into an already existing noble house – both of which were unwelcome in the eyes of some of the more conservative noblemen. However, before one of the more vocal men could try to object the King's decision; the strange girl spoke.

"Thank you, but I am already part of a Noble House." Her words stopped any objections before they could even arise.

"Oh, you're a Lady? Which house are you from then and are they from Westeros", Robert asked, his voice full of surprise and interest of this unusual girl.

"It's an old House from Essos that has sadly faded into obscurity. I am the only surviving member of this House", Lucy replied, as her eyes seemed to gleam underneath her hood. "I am Lord Lucy of House Cinder."

"House Cinder you say? Well, I have never heard of them, but that doesn't matter. Though, I thought you were a Lady, not a Lord", Robert inquired at the peculiar title. It was at that moment that people noticed a ring on her right hand.

"The Ancient House of Cinder makes no distinction of whether it is a boy or girl that rules", Lucy replied monotonously, yet proudly at the same time. King Robert said nothing, but instead laughed loudly at her words. While it was peculiar to him, a man that had grown in a country with patriarchal values; he could respect the mindset such a family must have.

"Very well then. If I cannot reward you with the title of Nobility, then at least I can do this", Robert said, before straightening himself. "Now remove your hood, so I can see your face." At this, Robert could see Lucy visibly tense up.

"I would rather not", she said with a hard voice that gave no hint of compromise.

"Why not", Ser Trant asked with an angry voice, as he perceived this refusal to be another slight against the King.

"Because, if I do: then your men will most likely attack. And I rather not waste time killing all your men, your Grace", Lucy replied sternly. As expected, the Kingsguard and several men drew their swords at her words, and she tensed further as her Arms got ready to shred every one of these pompous roosters to pieces.

"Sheathe your swords at once", Robert commanded loudly. The men looked at him confusedly, before following his command. "Now, no one is to raise your weapon against the Head of a Noble House, regardless of whatever she hides under her hood. Unless she attacks, you are not to attack her, and don't you dare disobey my orders!" At his words, the knights around him bowed deeply, before Robert turned back to the girl in front of him.

"I swear that no one under my order will be raising their blades against you, Lucy of House Cinder. Now please, remove your hood so I can see your face." Lucy was still tense and hesitant, as could be clearly seen in her body language.

"Very well then. Let's see how loyal your men really are to your order then", she said coldly, as she grabbed her hood with both hands, before she threw it back. The hood itself acted peculiarly, as it seemed that the moment it left Lucy's head, the hood laid itself flatly against the shoulders of Lucy's back, as a shoulder cape of sorts. However, none of the soldiers paid attention to this detail of her magical clothing and were rather focused on what Lucy had been hiding behind that peculiar hood.

After revealing her face to the crowd, all of them froze in shock at what they saw, even the King himself. They couldn't believe the pale skin, dark-pink hair and red eyes, but they were not expecting the white horns that protruded from her head. Lucy could see the hands of some men twitching towards the swords on their hips, and she was ready to take dispose of them, when King Robert raised his hands once more.

"Well, I can say for sure that I am surprised. You truly are a unique girl, Lucy of House Cinder. However, I don't give a damn about those horns or your hair. You have served the Realm faithfully with your actions and you will be rewarded for them just the same", Robert said loudly, before straightening himself once more.

"I, King Robert, the First of his Name, proclaim Lord Lucy of House Cinder a True Friend of the Crown! From this day forth, she can consider herself to be welcome at my court whenever that may be!"

After his loud proclamation, the men in the army were stunned by this. She had just been deemed to a True Friend of the Crown. While that was by no means an official position; it still carried some significance on a more personal level – especially for those that were trying to gather influence. While Lucy was surprised at this proclamation, she didn't really care. The other men cared though. They cared, for a girl with amazing powers that killed at least 400 Ironborn and destroyed dozens of longships had just been declared important to the King. This Lord Lucy of House Cinder was definitely worth their time!

Well, that's was the first chapter of the Diclonius Queen of Westeros. I hope you enjoyed it. I am already working on the next chapter, and I will be working on this story in the foreseeable future. The next chapter will come up as soon as it is done.

See you next time!

Prof. Majora