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Fire and Shadow, Rise of the Queen of the Abyss
Chapter 6: Where Wolves lay.
-Two Days Later-
"What in the hell?" Benjen Stark muttered as he, Alliser Thorne, and Jeor Mormont reached the top of the wall, via the lift. Circling above them were hundreds of, what sounded like crows. The three men had gone up to investigate the sudden appearance of so many birds, and they quickly spotted Jaehaerys standing back and watching as the murder of crows flew above and around Visenya.
"What is going on up here?" Benjen inquired as the three approached Jaehaerys.
"She's speaking with the crows." Jaehaerys responded, not taking his eyes off his twin as she stood amongst the murder, listening to their caws and squawks.
"Speaking with the crows?" Jeor asked as he shared a glance with Alliser.
"These crows were infused with Visenya's magic. They're smarter then regular crows. They can understand what people are saying, and they've got a very good memory. Visenya uses them as watchers. You may be cautious around people, but what man would question if a bird was listening in." Jaehaerys replied earning a nod of understanding from the three.
"So they're spies?" Benjen guessed.
"That's clever." Alliser noted. He would have never suspected a bird was capable of being used as a spy.
"They are, and it is. This flock is from King's Landing. They must have found something interesting." Jaehaerys stated as the murder suddenly soared skyward and began heading south.
As the birds flew off, the four men approached Visenya who was staring off across the far north.
"What news?" Jaehaerys inquired as they stepped up next to her.
"Jon Arryn is dead. The king rides North." Visenya replied, not taking her eyes off the vast expanse of the far north.
"Jon Arryn is dead? How?" Benjen asked as he and his fellows shared looks with one another.
"He died suddenly. It's assumed he caught a sickness of some sort. Though the last person to see him was his wife before he suddenly started getting sick. And the speed with which he deteriorated, leads me to believe he was poisoned." Visenya responded.
"Poisioned. By his wife?" Jaehaerys stated sharing a worried glance with his uncle.
"I can't be certain. But I know poisons. Jon Arryn was spry in his old age. Healthy men do not just get sick and drop dead in only a day or two. I know he was poisoned. He had been checking on various children in the capitol these last few weeks, I'm not sure why he was watching over them, but it warrants looking into." Visenya replied as she turned to face the collection of men.
"So… the king rides North. I'm assuming it's to visit my dearest brother." Benjen noted, earning a nod from Visenya.
"Yes. He intends to ask Eddard to become Hand of the King. Ned will accept. He'll ride to King's Landing and be eaten alive by the vultures down there." Visenya replied, earning a nod of agreement from her twin and Ser Alliser.
"What is it you intend, your grace?" Ser Alliser inquired after a few quiet moments.
Visenya was quiet for several moments before turning to stare off, once again, over the vast northern expanse.
"In the coming days, the wall will be flooded by reinforcements from Shadowhold. Once they arrive and fortify position here, the Witch King will begin leading our forces into the far north. There is an immense wealth of untapped resources, waiting beyond, and I intend to seize upon it. Jaehaerys and I will ride south to Winterfell, along with Uncle Benjen. He'll inform lord Stark he's there to find some new recruits and to get us to return home. We'll spin a tail of meeting up with Uncle Benjen while out adventuring and after a bit he convinced us to return to Winterfell. Once there, we'll await the King's arrival and get a measure of the situation." Visenya answered after a moment of silence.
"That sounds reasonable. It was about time I headed down to see if Ned has any new recruits, anyway. So I can see him believing that." Benjen said with a nod.
"Good. It'll take the fat king a fortnight or two to reach Winterfell, depending on how many brothels he stops at on his way. That gives us plenty of time to get things settled here and then head for Winterfell." Visenya stated, earning a nod from her twin.
"What all do you intend to do at the wall?" The Lord-Commander inquired.
"We have three primary objectives. Reinforce the castles along the wall and ensure they are all returned to their former glory. Gather our forces and prepare them for excursions into the far north. And finally set up new orc pits at strategic points along the wall to further accelerate the creation of orcs and other beasties." Visenya replied.
"Yes. Orcs. How many of them do you have in total?" Benjen inquired.
"As of right now, I'm unsure of the total amount. It's been a few days and I'll need to check at Shadowhold but it should be over eight thousand as of now. In just over eighty days though, it'll be over twenty thousand, and I plan on waiting until then before I send the Witch King North." Visenya replied earning a surprised look from the three men.
"That many?" Benjen muttered.
"It was not a jest when I said I would tame the chaos of this world and ensure peace and justice. I do not need vassals, or servants. I do not need this lord or that, offering false platitudes and compliments. My army is my own, and will serve only me. When I am Queen it is I who will enforce the rule of law and order. My bannerman will merely be allies to assist me. But the days of requiring the service of those who's ideals do not match my own, is over. My army will surpass all others. No lord or lady will command a force greater then my own. I will see to that, personally, if I must." Visenya replied with a focused look.
"I can't deny the logic behind that your grace. Too many stupid cunts in this world with the gold or position to have their own armies and do whatever the hell they please." Ser Alliser said with a nod of agreement.
"Exactly. Now… I need to speak with the master builder. It's time we got to work on restoring these castles to their rightful state." Visenya stated, as she moved past the group of men, and made her way over to the lift.
Several hours later Visenya and Jaehaerys found themselves sitting with Maester Aemon as he conversed with his little brother 'Egg'. The two young Targaryen's had taken a great interest in speaking with their great uncle. The wise old Maester knew much and had many stories to tell about the Targaryen's and life in general.
After their first meeting where Visenya called forth Rhaegar's spirit to chat with Aemon, Visenya took it upon herself to try and call forth others that may wish to speak with the still living Maester. One of those to answer had been Aegon 'Egg' Targaryen. Aemon's younger brother.
The two men conversed for hours, while Visenya and Jaehaerys just sat huddled next to one another, with Visenya's hand on Aemon's arm so that he was connected to the Resurrection Stone.
Allowing their Great Uncle to speak with his lost siblings was one of the few generally selfless acts Visenya had ever performed in her new life. So often, she had a goal or a reason behind her actions, but this was a pure act of kindness, one which she could tell her twin greatly approved of, and in it's own way, often reminded her of how she was in her youth, in her previous life when her and Harry were children. Things were simpler back then, during those days, she never needed a reason to justify a kind act.
While it was rare, occasionally bits of that person would spring back through her cold, focused, demeanor, and Visenya could tell, that at the very least, Jaehaerys greatly appreciated and admired when she allowed herself those random acts of kindness.
While meeting with Maester Aemon, Visenya offered to restore his sight and allow him to see again. Had he been younger she could have also rejuvenated his body and restored several decades of life to him. Alas, due to his age, Visenya doubted that he could survive such a process, so the healing of his current ailments was the extent of her abilities.
Realistically, the ancient Maester probably wouldn't live to see winter. Visenya knew of many rituals and abilities that could extend ones life, some of them indefinitely, but one thing they all shared is that they were often painful and physically taxing. Had Maester Aemon been twenty years younger, or a powerful magical, she might have been willing to risk it, however at his current frailness it was unlikely he could survive any of these rituals.
Just for the ability to look upon the faces of his grandneice and nephew, he agreed to the healing. The act of restoring his sight was what helped turn a considerable amount of the holdouts to her side. Seeing someone they respected and cared for like Maester Aemon wandering about with this big smile on his face seeing things once again, and seeing many of them for the first time. It moved them.
Visenya had also taken the opportunity to introduce the ancient Targaryen to Midir. She could have sworn he nearly cried as the dragon landed in front of the trio and approached them. Seeing the mighty beast must have restored a great deal of his Targaryen pride because Maester Aemon carried himself so much taller after that.
So needless to say, the twins were developing a close relationship with their granduncle.
Anyway, the two listened to the ancient Maester and his brother chat, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Egg offered a nod to his brother and faded as the door opened and an orc entered.
"My lady, riders have returned with news from the south." The orc informed Visenya.
Visenya shared a glance with her twin and rose up to her feet.
"Send them in." Visenya ordered.
The orc nodded and quickly exited and a moment later, three tall scrawny orcs marched in. All three bowed upon seeing their master.
Visenya stared the three down for several seconds before making a motion, signifying for them to rise.
One of them immediately reached into a bag and withdrew two whimpering pups. Both were white as snow and drew the immediate attention of the twins.
"These pups are strong, my lady. They emanate power, even though they are small." The lead orc growled out. Visenya stepped forward and scooped up the two pups lifting one up in front of her.
"It's a Direwolf." Visenya noted, earning a surprised look from her twin.
"A Direwolf? South of the wall?" Jaehaerys muttered in disbelief.
"Yes… I wonder how it managed to slip past." Visenya mused as she passed one of the pups to her twin and held up the other. Both were males, pure white, and small, indicating that they were probably runts.
Jaehaerys examined the little pup he was passed. It looked healthy, if a tad underweight.
"What should we do with them Vizy?" Jaehaerys inquired.
Visenya smirked at the pet name. Often times her twin would call her that when the two were being intimate with one another, and while she never admitted it out loud, she actually really liked when he called her that.
After a few seconds of silence to allow the question to hang in the air, Visenya finally answered. "Direwolves are powerful creatures. These two are brothers, Same size, same fur color, almost like twins. We're twins, with Stark blood in our veins. It's almost like we're meant to have them. I've never been one to question fate, there's often a greater plan in the works and one must always be on the look out for the signs." Visenya replied, earning a sage nod of agreement from Maester Aemon whom was watching the exchange with interest.
"So you think we should train them?" Jaehaerys asked.
"Absolutely. Direwolves would make excellent familiars for you and I." Visenya replied. Jaehaerys glanced at her, but nodded in agreement.
"Anything else to report?" Visenya asked without taking her eyes off the pup in her arms.
"Eddard Stark executed a deserter from the Night's Watch. We followed his party back towards Winterfell, which is where we found the pups along with a dead Direwolf mother." The lead orc answered.
"Dead? How?" Visenya inquired curiously.
"There was a dead stag on the road and the Direwolf had a puncture wound on it's body. My guess is the Stag got the better of it, and it bled out with it's pups." Was the answer given.
Visenya adopted a faraway look at hearing that. Jaehaerys noticed the glossy eyed look his twin gained when she heard that information.
"Visenya?" Jaehaerys called out to her.
"That's a very direct omen, if I've ever heard one." Visenya replied as she stared off into the distance for several long moments.
After several seconds she blinked and focused her attention on the orc party.
"Well done, on bringing these magnificent creatures to us. See your men to proper food and rest. You've all earned it." Visenya commanded earning a bow from the three orcs, whom then turned and departed the room.
"A stag killing a direwolf when the king rides north to Winterfell. I do not need magic to tell me that the gods are trying to warn us." Aemon noted, earning a nod from Visenya, and a look of understanding from Jaehaerys whom had been pondering her words and quickly realized what she was referring to when Maester Aemon made the connection.
"It's an ill omen for the Stark's. My abilities in precognition, foresight and clairvoyance, are limited. But I don't need to be a Seeress to know an obvious sign when I see one. Robert Baratheon brings death with him, and he'll wrap the Stark's up in it." Visenya stated.
"We need to head back. If the gods are giving us this sign, that means there's a chance to stop whatever may be coming. At the very least, we have to see what's going on." Jaehaerys said as he stepped up close to his twin.
"You're right. We'll finish our work here quickly and return to Winterfell. I want to be there before King Robert arrives." Visenya replied as she passed her pup to Jaehaerys, and offered maester Aemon a polite goodbye.
Jaehaerys gave the old Maester a look, receiving a smile in reply. "Well I best try and see if we have anything to feed these ones with." Jaehaerys muttered, not knowing what else to do.
"A dragon tending to wolves. Rhaegar would be so proud." Aemon noted with a grin. Jaehaerys let out a chuckle at that and headed out after his twin.
-Two Weeks Later-
"Halt! Who goes there?" Came the shout from one of the guards at the entrance to Winterfell.
"Benjen Stark, and two bastards looking to find some shelter from the cold." Benjen called to the guards as he and the twins road up to the gate entrance, followed by two direwolve puppies, that were growing much faster then normal.
Magic had a funny way of speeding things along, especially when it came to creatures bonded to powerful magicals. After taking in the pups, Visenya showed her twin how to create a familiar bond with his pup, so that the two would be connected gain a number of additional benefits in their day to day lives.
The benefits of being bonded to direwolves came in the form of being able to accurately understand what the wolves wanted and being able to properly convey your own desires without needing to train them. The wolves also grew much faster then normal. Tied to a master, and their magic, the wolves fed on it, and were developing in accordance to their master's power level.
Needless to say both pups had doubled in size in only two weeks. They both looked the same, with stark white fur, and cold red eyes. The only difference between the two was that Visenya's pup was looking just a bit more vicious then Jaehaerys. An obvious representation of just who she was beneath the beautiful exterior.
The gate guard offered Benjen a nod as he allowed them to pass through the gate. The guard's eyes lingered on the twins, and a look of recognition passed over him as he realized just who they were.
The three were handing their horses off to one of the stable hands, when they heard someone call out. "Uncle Benjen."
All three turned to see Robb Stark approaching them. His eyes were on his uncle but they quickly flitted to the twins, and widened in recognition. It had been over two years since the twins had been seen by anyone in Winterfell and it had been just as long since they had seen anyone from there as well.
Robb approached the three, his eyes wide in disbelief. Visenya stared back, her face neutral. Benjen hung back a bit watching the exchange with interest. Jaehaerys was the one to let out a sigh and approach Robb.
"It's been a long time." Jaehaerys noted as the two men stopped in front of one another.
"That it has. You look well." Robb replied as he eyed his cousin.
After a few moments the two let out chuckles and embraced. Seeing the two hug, Visenya allowed a smile to slip onto her face and she approached the two.
A few seconds later the two separated and Robb repeated the action with Visenya.
"Welcome back." Robb whispered to Visenya as the two embraced.
"It's been a while. How's everyone?" Visenya inquired as the two parted.
"Good. Everyone's good." Robb replied with a smile as he glanced between the twins.
"Took a bit of convincing, but I was finally able to get them to agree to come home." Benjen informed his nephew as he approached the three.
"Well, I'm glad you managed it. I was beginning to wonder if these two were ever going to show themselves again." Robb stated with a chuckle as he hugged his uncle and the four headed into the castle, the two pups trotting along behind them, mostly unnoticed due to their silent padding.
"How's your father? Still as somber as usual?" Benjen inquired.
"Father's still the same. He's a bit tense these days. The king is riding North as we speak." Robb replied.
"The King? Hmm." Visenya stated, feigning interest.
"Must be important if he's riding all the way here." Jaehaerys added earning a nod from his twin.
"I can't say for certain what the king intends. All I know is that father and mother have been diligently preparing the castle for their arrival." Robb responded with a shrug.
The quartet entered into the main hall where some of the Stark's were still eating their morning meal. Including Sansa, Bran, Ned and his wife Catelyn.
"Father, look who showed up." Robb called out drawing their attention.
Ned's eyes first landed on his brother, and a smile crossed his face. He quickly rose from his chair and approached his younger sibling.
"I didn't know you were coming." Ned greeted his sibling with a smirk.
"Well I needed to see if you had any more 'recruits' for the wall. Plus I've got something I think you've been looking for." Benjen replied as he gestured behind him to the twins.
Ned glanced past his brother and immediately spotted the twins. From the look in his eyes he recognized them immediately.
"Lyarra…. Jon..." Ned muttered out is surprise. By now the remainder of the Stark clan had noticed the twins as well.
"Lord Stark." Visenya offered the same cool greeting she always had. Never once had she called him father, as she had always known the truth, and while she may not have resented him for trying to protect the two, that didn't change who her real father was.
"Lord Stark." Jaehaerys greeted as well. His voice neutral and calm. Like his twin, Jaehaerys did not hold resentment towards his uncle. He understood the man's reasons and accepted them. He wished he had, had the foresight to simply tell his lady wife so that the twins wouldn't have had to endure Catilyn's coldness and snide comments, but at the end of the day, he was an adult now. Such things were of little concern in the face of what the future held for them.
Ned Stark approached the twins, his eyes wide in surprise. He scanned the two thoroughly. Both were dressed in padded, longsleave tops, breeches and heavy boots to keep them warm. Jaehaerys' hair was wild and curly, while Visenya's was long and wavy like Lyanna's had been once upon a time. Both twins were about the same height with Jaehaerys standing about an inch taller then his twin, and both held themselves with a similar air of power and nobility.
Where Jaehaerys held himself almost like a soldier, as if he was awaiting a command, Visenya held herself prim and properly, like a lady at court. Her back was firm and yet held none of rigidness that would indicate she was forcing the posture. It was almost like both of the twins were relaxed in these stances, Jaehaerys holding himself tall and firm to give off a sense of strength, while Visenya held herself above others, somehow seeming to look down on them even if they stood taller then her.
Eddard knew, since the moment Jaehaerys had, had his outburst over two years ago, that the twins knew of their origins. He didn't know how, but he suspected that it had something to do with Visenya's magic.
Her magic, a concept he had little to no understanding of. Maester Luwin often tried to explain certain aspects of magic to the Stark's whenever the topic came up, but it flew over most of their heads. What many of the Stark's could grasp however was that those that commanded magic were to be feared and respected.
"It's been a long time." Ned stated as he stared at the two siblings.
"That it has." Visenya replied with a dour look.
"I know we parted on less then favorable terms, but I'm happy to see you two again." Ned stated after a moment.
"It's good to be back. We've missed Winterfell." Jaehaerys stated, offering his twin a nudge.
She glanced at him, and he gave her a look. She in turn let out a sigh and her visage softened. "Jon is right, it is good to be home."
Ned offered her a light smile and stepped closer to her, Visenya allowed whatever coldness that had taken residence on her face to fade and once Ned was in reach she reached out and hugged him. Ned quickly returned the gesture, earning a smile from Jaehaerys who was happy to see that his twin was also willing to move on and work toward their common goal.
Visenya had never hated Ned. Her opinion of him shifted from liking him, to thinking he was a coward, and back and forth, for many years, but she never truly hated him. He was infinitely better then the 'parental' figures of her past life.
After a few moments, the two separated, with Ned offering what could only be described as a nod of thanks, in the place of words. He repeated his earlier gesture with Jaehaerys hugging the young boy close. Jaehaerys returned the gesture with a bit more enthusiasm then Visenya had.
"It's good to have you both here." Ned offered to the twins.
By now the rest of the Stark's had risen from the table and approached.
"Lyarra! Jon!" Bran shouted out to them with a massive grin.
He quickly flew into Jaehaerys' arms, hugging him tightly.
"Look at you. You'll be big as a giant soon, ya keep growing like this." Jaehaerys stated as he returned Bran's hug.
Visenya smiled at the two, and offered a hug to Sansa. Though the two had never been particularly close, it was still nice to see her again, and Sansa did seem happy to see the two.
Eventually the two Stark children traded places, expressing their happiness to see the twins.
After greeting Bran and Sansa, the twins turned to lady Catelyn whom eyed them curiously and with a bit of weariness.
"Lady Catelyn." Visenya offered with a polite nod.
"Lady Catelyn." Jaehaerys followed quickly with a nod of his own.
"Jon. Lyarra… It's good to have you back home." Catelyn offered. Both twins nodded at that, neither expecting anything more warm from the woman that had scorned them since they were brought to Winterfell.
Neither twin intended to forgive Catelyn of her treatment of them, not until she apologized at least, or in Visenya's case, not ever, as Visenya still recalled Catelyn's desire to see Jaehaerys dead when he suffered an illness when he was younger. Something she had never shared with her twin.
Catelyn seemed to accept the twins politeness for what it was, as her face did not register that she had detected anything else.
Right about then, the twin's pups let out barks.
This drew the attention of the Stark clan.
"Wolf pups?" Bran stated with surprise.
"Direwolf pups." Jaehaerys corrected, proudly.
"Direwolves? Where did you happen upon them?" Ned inquired as he stared down at the two snow white pups.
"Mother had been killed by a stag on the road. We found them while out traveling and decided to take care of them." Visenya stated, lying simply and easily to them. Honestly though, she could have told them anything and they probably would have bought it. The fact that they had live direwolves with them was shocking enough.
"That's an amazing coincidence. We happened upon a dead direwolf a few weeks back and even collected the few pups that were close by. You must have happened upon the same corpse." Robb informed the twins earning a surprised look from both.
They had known the Stark's had been there, but neither had known that there were other pups that had been taken.
"I see. Well, that is an amazing coincidence." Visenya agreed.
"What are their names?" Bran inquired as he knelt down and offered his hand to the pups. The two tentatively approached and sniffed at his offered hand.
"The one belonging to Jon is Ghost. Mine is named Phantom." Visenya offered as she knelt next to Bran and the pups and pointed out which was which. There was barely anything that distinguished the pups from one another. The only notable difference was that Phantom's eyes were a lighter shade of red then Ghost's.
"Wow. I named mine Summer. Robb's was Grey wind. Sansa's is Lady. Arya's is Nymeria, and Rickon's is Shaggydog." Bran informed the twins as he pet Ghost and Phantom.
"One for each of the Stark children." Jaehaerys noted, sharing a glance with his twin.
"Why name them Ghost and Phantom?" Robb inquired as Bran pet the pups.
"Same reason actually. Both are quiet. Very quiet. I've only ever heard them bark a few times. They must smell their litter-mates here." Jaehaerys replied earning a nod of agreement from Visenya.
"Well, we've already got five direwolf pups being raised here. What's two more?" Ned stated earning a smirk from Robb.
"I'll have a room set up for you Benjen, and your rooms should still be how you left them." Ned informed the trio earning nods from all three.
"Come along you two, I'm sure father and uncle Benjen need to talk about the new recruits for the Watch." Robb stated. The twins quickly followed as Robb led them out. Bran was quick to trail them along with the two white pups.
"It took a lot of convincing, but I was finally able to talk them into coming back." Benjen noted after the others had left.
"Thank you for that. We've missed them." Ned offered his brother.
"Where did you find them?" Catelyn inquired.
"They found me, actually. About three months back. Group of wildlings had managed to make it past the wall. Me and some of the boys were tracking them, they ran into the twins first." Benjen lied. It was a practiced story, one he had worked on to make convincing. Benjen was an honorable man, but if Ned was going to lie to protect the twins, then so would Benjen.
"A short lived battle?" Ned guessed. The killing of people on the road was what had led to the argument that drove the twins away. The Stark's were fully aware that the twins, or at least Visenya were excellent killers.
"From what I could tell. Two on ten and they dealt with them with ease. Jon's a better fighter then anyone on the wall. I've seen him best seven men alone in a spar. Lyarra's even better with the sword. I've never seen someone fight with such elegance and brutality in all my years. Jon's better with a bow then any man I've ever seen, but his twin is no slouch with a spear. Those two have proven to be a valuable asset up at Castle Black, training the men, teaching them a few tricks and techniques." Benjen added.
"They were both always skilled with a blade. I've never questioned their ability to fight with swords in their hands." Ned added on his own praise. He could only imagine how skilled the twins were now after two years of doing whatever they pleased. Lyarra had always been the best with a sword, but before leaving Jon was skilled enough to take on any two men in the castle, so hearing that he was good enough to best seven men after two years wasn't all that surprising.
"Have you noticed anything odd about Lyarra since they came to you at Castle Black?" Catelyn inquired. Ned gave her a look, but then turned to his brother, curious to hear if he had seen or felt anything that might have indicated that Lyarra was still practicing magic.
Benjen was quiet for a few moments wondering what he should say. Finally he decided on getting his final bit of revenge for being lied to all these years, and simply let out a chuckle. "She's an odd one. Never hidden that fact from anyone around her."
The two remaining Stark's shared a glance with one another, but it was Ned who realized either his brother didn't know, or wasn't going to say anything, so he just let out a sigh and decided to move on to something else.
"I sent a raven up to Castle Black a short while ago. I had to execute a member of the Night's Watch that had deserted the wall." Ned informed his brother, and the two started chatting about that, and what was learned from the traitorous Watchmen.
At around that point Catelyn took her leave and directed Sansa with her to allow the men to converse in private.
Meanwhile, Visenya and Jaehaerys were being led through the castle back towards where their old rooms were located.
"I assume you remember where everything is?" Robb inquired.
"We do." Jaehaerys replied.
"Good. Then I'll let you drop your stuff off and then we can go find Arya and Rickon. Those two are probably getting into some form of trouble, but I know they'll be happy to see you." Robb stated earning a nod from the twins.
"I'll meet you downstairs and we'll go look for them." Robb offered after a moment and turned to leave.
"Robb." Jaehaerys called out to him, stopping the young man in his tracks.
"It's good to see you again." Jaehaerys offered once Robb and turned to look back at them.
Robb offered a wolfish grin at that. "Good to have you back Snow. Oh sorry, I mean your grace." He added that last part silently though he kept his grin. Both twins heard him, Jaehaerys just gave him a curious look while Visenya smirked.
Neither twin was surprised that Robb knew. They both figured that by now at least Maester Luwin, Catelyn and Robb knew the truth. Both doubted that all of the Stark pack knew, but at least those that were there for Jaehaerys' outburst, which was definitely the reason for Catelyn's politeness.
Neither twin anticipated an apology from the woman, even now that she knew that truth. She'd probably try to treat them with a bit more respect but both of them seriously doubted the prideful woman would ever admit to fault and apologize.
Anyway. After stowing their few belongings in their rooms, the twins along with Robb set out to find Arya who was at the archery range with Rickon.
Arya exploded with happiness at seeing the twins. She had always liked Jaehaerys and cared for him and she greatly admired and even idolized Visenya. Arya had grown up watching Visenya train and display her natural prowess with a blade. In Arya's eyes, Visenya was proof that woman can be a better fighter then a man, and thus Arya aspired to be just like her.
Rickon was always a friendly and wild child. He didn't remember the twins as clearly as Arya did, but he remembered enough to recognize them as family.
The twins spent several hours out with Arya and Rickon, chatting about their various adventures while away from Winterfell. It was later that day when Theon finally wandered back into the castle, and the look on his face when he laid eyes on Visenya and recognized her, nearly had Jaehaerys and Robb falling to the floor laughing.
Needless to say not everyone was happy to have the twins back in Winterfell.
That night Jaehaerys lie awake in bed staring up at the ceiling. He felt cold, colder then he should considering he was covered by heavy wool blankets. He knew the reason for the chill. This was the first time in nearly a month that he had slept without his sister.
He could only let out a sigh as he continued to stare at the ceiling. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he wasn't aware someone had entered the room until he heard the click of the lock.
He quickly sat up, his hand clutching the knife he kept under his pillow. Standing at the foot of his bed, grinning at him, was his twin.
"Vizy? What are you doing here?" Jaehaerys inquired.
"I was lonely. I didn't feel like sleeping alone." Visenya replied with a bit of a pout as she tugged at the strings that held her gown closed.
"Vizy, what if someone sees us?" Jaehaerys whispered as Visenya's small clothes dropped to the floor and she began to crawl across the bed towards him.
"The door is locked, a privacy barrier is up around the room, and I snuck in using my Invisibility Cloak. No ones going to find out baby brother, and if someone does happen by..." Visenya answered as she drew the blanket back and began to tug at his small clothes.
To emphasize her point, right before his eyes, Visenya changed shape. Her hair turned a stunning blonde, and shortened. Her breasts became a bit smaller and more teardrop shaped and her rump became a bit more curvaceous.
While her face remained the same, she proved her point effectively. If anyone heard them, she could just sneak out under a transformation. Visenya had the abilities of something called a Metamorphmagus. According to Visenya she was born with only a few of the abilities in her last life, just like her twin brother but she was able to unlock the rest with a ritual that carried over into this life.
Jaehaerys didn't allow himself to become distracted by the wonders of magic. Instead he focused on his twin and quickly removed what little clothes he had. He quickly pulled her into a passionate kiss and growled. "Change back."
Visenya grinned at hearing that, and allowed her body to return to it's normal state.
Jaehaerys quickly attacked her neck, trailing kisses along it as he fondled her breasts.
Visenya let out a pleasured sigh as she was quickly forced onto her back as her twin worked his way down to her breasts and one of his hands slid between her legs.
Visenya began to moan as her brother's rough, course fingers began to drift across her sensitive opening. A beginner he may have been, slow on the uptake, he was not. Jaehaerys learned quickly how to please his twin, and he was trying new things every time the two coupled.
"You're mine." Jaehaerys whispered up at her as he popped one of her nipples in his mouth and began to tease it with his tongue.
"As are you." Visenya replied as she ran her hand through his hair.
Within moments Visenya found herself on her hands as knees as Jaehaerys took her from behind. Visenya let out a purr of delight as she felt him pierce her folds.
Neither twin did anything to cover the sound of their lovemaking, the privacy charms ensured that no one would hear them.
They stayed together that night for nearly two hours, rolling about, wrestling, assuming different positions, all the while keeping up the intensity of the act. It wasn't until later into the night when Jaehaerys released his seed into his sister's womb for the final time and collapsed onto the bed, tired and satisfied.
Visenya was quick to cuddle up next to him, snuggling up against his side. The two shared a passionate kiss before allowing slumber to take them.
The next day, Visenya received word from one of the Wraiths she had sent to Essos, that he had arrived at Shadowhold with two dragon eggs.
This excited the twins very much as both were eager to hatch the eggs and begin raising more dragons. About the same time, the other wraith in Essos sent a message to Visenya stating that her uncle, Viserys, was intending to marry her aunt Daenerys to some Dothraki horse lord.
That information set the twins to discussion.
"Can you stop pacing, I'm thinking." Visenya stated as she stared out the window across the open the landscape around Winterfell.
Jaehaerys was behind her and gave her a look, but ceased with his pacing.
Both were thinking on the information they had just learned, and considering how to advance.
"Visenya, we can't just allow him to sell our aunt to some horse lord in the east." Jaehaerys stated.
"I'm well aware of that. He intends to use his own sister to gain an army from the Dothraki. Such a thing is a dangerous gamble. The Dothraki are ruthless, and they're incredibly loyal to their omens. Even if the marriage is successful, our uncle wont get what he wants for quite a while." Visenya noted.
"And while he waits on the Dothraki, our aunt will be the warlord's plaything." Jaehaerys stated as he approached his twin. "We may not know them personally, but they're still family. Our uncle believes he's the rightful heir to the throne and he'll do whatever it takes to get what he needs to retake it. We can show him the error of his ways."
"Yes, and we will. I think I have an idea with how to deal with this situation." Visenya said as a grin crept across her face.
"What are you thinking?" Jaehaerys inquired.
"That we help endear our dearest aunt to her new husband and ensure they have a prosperous and happy union." Visenya responded as she turned to her twin. Jaehaerys stared at her, not knowing how to respond to that. She was plotting, he knew she was plotting. He could only guess that she intended to manipulate the Dothraki into servitude, which would prove to be an amazing boon for them, depending on the size of his army.
"What's the plan?" He finally asked. Visenya merely continued to grin as she removed one of the Palantir from her bag.
-Two Weeks Later-
Visenya and Jaehaerys stood in a tower watching as the royal procession entered through the gates.
"So that's him." Jaehaerys noted as both their eyes focused on Robert Baratheon.
"Yes… that's him. The Fat King himself." Visenya replied as she examined the surly king. Her first impression of seeing Robert Baratheon in person, could be exemplified by the statement 'O, how the mighty have fallen'.
The man looked nothing like the beast that their father had described. He was fat and needed a squire to bring him a stool to get off his horse. He lumbered when he walked, and scantly resembled the man he once was.
In the past two weeks, the twins kept a low profile. Both were well aware that Ned and Catelyn were watching them. While Ned had chosen to let the magic thing lie, as he didn't want to get into another fight, that didn't mean he wasn't watching the two like a hawk. The twins kept the magic to a minimum only performing it in secret and away from prying eyes. They kept mostly to adventuring with Rickon, Bran, and Arya, and training in the yards.
Arya would often come to watch the twins train with swords, and her admiration for Visenya as a warrior, quickly grew as she got to see how good she was with her own eyes.
Bran also spent a lot of time with Jaehaerys, learning to shoot better with a bow. Jaehaerys was still unmatched with a bow, even by Visenya. He could knock a raven out of the air at three hundred feet with little effort.
The twins also got to enjoy many of the warriors in the castle gushing over their swords. Anduril and Gwathren were both shining examples of craftsmanship and many in the castle including those like Robb and Ser Rodrick were quite amazed when they had the chance to examine the twin blades. When asked where they got them, the twins would just smirk and or chuckle.
Aside from keeping a low profile, Visenya had also put plans in motion for the Targaryen siblings in the East. Heading out into the forests one night, Visenya, with Jaehaerys by her side, began to reach into the void, reaching out for one of her servants.
-Flashback-
Jaehaerys stood on guard, as Darkness and shadow swirled around his twin. The void was something Jaehaerys had little understanding of, and to be honest he didn't want to know much about it. Whenever his twin would interact with it, it would always leave this eerie feeling in the air, almost like something was fundamentally wrong with the world.
Several long minutes passed by before the shadows began to coalesce into a figure. This process took several moments but before long a man materialized from nothing but shadows. As soon as his body became corporeal, the man let out a gasp and fell to the ground.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes flitting back and forth.
Jaehaerys examined the figure and was surprised by what he saw.
Aside from the glowing orange eyes, this man looked quite normal. He had fair pale skin, and whitish blonde hair. He stood fairly tall, a bit taller then Jaehaerys, and all in all was quite the beautiful man.
The man almost seemed to radiate something, what it was, Jaehaerys didn't know, what he did know, was that this strange man was incredibly beautiful, almost radiantly so. That thought shocked Jaehaerys as he had never thought of another man liked that, he'd only really ever had eyes for Visenya but even so, he couldn't refute that this man was damn easy on the eyes.
He was draped in a long dark cloak and beneath it was sturdy, finely crafted, gray armor. Strapped to his side was a longsword in a darkened scabbard, and along both gauntlets he wore, were slots that held wands for either arm. (The outfit, is the armor of the Black Hand of Sauron from Shadow of Mordor, just with some minor alterations on the gauntlets.)
The man was letting out heavy gasps as he stared at the ground.
The time spent trapped in the void, with nothing but one's own thoughts, was quite the experience. The passage of time was strange thing in the void, hours felt like seconds yet days stretched on for years, it made everything convoluted and it did strange things to one's mind.
Being torn from it, and dragged back to reality was a hard and brutal experience, especially for what was apparently a human being.
"Where… am I?" The man gasped out. Jaehaerys gave him a strange look not understanding what he was saying.
A few seconds went by and the man slowly looked up and locked eyes with Visenya.
"Who are you?" The man asked as he slowly and cautiously rose to his feet.
"You know who I am." Visenya replied as her eyes ignited into a hellish red.
The man instantly dropped back to his knees, bowing his head in submission.
"My lady." He stated in a language that Jaehaerys was actually more familiar with. While he only knew a few words, Jaehaerys recognized the second language as the Black Speech. That was the name of the language that Visenya had created in her past life, and was the language of all her servants. The language itself held magical powers, even to this day. To those not aligned with Visenya's forces, hearing the Speech caused uneasiness.
The Orcs, Uruks, and even the Nazgul often spoke in the Black Speech, which is how Jaehaerys began to pick up words and phrases.
Visenya continued to glower at the man for several long moments. Jaehaerys could actually see the man begin to tremble, and as he did, Jaehaerys spotted Visenya's lips begin to twitch upwards in amusement.
"Vizy." Jaehaerys stated, breaking her of her sadistic fear tactics.
She gave him a glance and offered him a coy smile as her eyes returned to normal. She quickly let out a musical chuckle and quickly stepped forward.
"Come now Draco, Noble blood should not grovel and cower in the dirt." Visenya spoke in that same foreign tongue that Jaehaerys didn't understand.
As the man rose to his feet, Visenya tapped her head with her finger tips and a bluish strand of light pulled from her head. The strand danced and swayed at her finger tips as she held it out for the man to take. He withdrew his own wand, bringing it to bear on the dancing light. The light quickly attached to his wand and he quickly directed it into his own head.
A few quiet seconds passed by, before the man finally spoke in the common tongue. "Where are we, my lady?"
"Westoros." Visenya replied.
Jaehaerys was momentarily surprised to hear the man suddenly speak in the common tongue, but he quickly rationalized that whatever spell Visenya had just used, transferred her knowledge of the language to this man.
"Where?" He asked after a moment, looking confused.
"We are in the northern half of the continent of Westoros. It has been many millennia since my defeat at the hands of the Lord of Light and his Golden Trio." Visenya stated, and the man's eyes widened in surprise.
"My Lady…?" He muttered out.
"Britain, Europe, my empire… all are gone. But so is Dumbledore, so are the gods that stood in my way. After many millennia, I have been reborn. I am Visenya of the noble house Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, The Rhoynar and the First men, Rightful ruler of the seven kingdoms of Westoros." Visenya intoned as her servant took a moment to study his master's newest visage.
"I see. So all that we've built is gone?" He asked.
"Yes. All that once was, became ash, and now, we start anew. I have already begun the reconstruction of my empire, but there is a task I require of you." Visenya stated, causing her servant to drop to his knee and bow low.
"Your will, my hands." He stated with focused intention.
Visenya quickly withdrew another strand from her mind and passed it to Draco. This one contained her knowledge of Westoros and the world at large. Once it was passed into Draco's mind, his body seized up for several long moments as his mind was flooded with knowledge.
After a few moments passed, he finally stopped shaking. "I see. So we must reclaim your birthright. What will you have me do?"
"I intend to send you to the east, to work alongside one of the Nazgul. Once there, you are to enter the service of my dearest Aunt and Uncle. Neither are aware that my twin an I even exist. My aunt is being married to a savage Dothraki horse lord, I would have you enter into her service and take control of this horse lord. Twist his mind for our gains, and keep an eye on my Aunt and Uncle. The Dothraki fields a mighty host, and with the addition of my forces as time progresses, we can use him to conquer all of the Dothraki and bring them under my rule." Visenya commanded, her eyes shining malevolently as she did.
"It will be done, my lady, or should I say your grace." Draco responded with a cruel smile, his composure now fully returned to him.
Visenya turned and began walking away, Draco quickly rose to follow her, while Jaehaerys also trailed by her side, giving odd looks at the armored figure his twin had summoned.
"Jaehaerys, this is Draco Lucius Malfoy, Draco this is my twin brother Jaehaerys. Draco was the second in command to my top spymaster and the leader of the organization he created called the Talons of the Black Hand. They were my elite spies, assassins, saboteurs, informants, and so on and so on. He's been in my service for centuries, and much like the Nazgul, is bound to me, even in death." Visenya explained, earning a nod of understanding from Jaehaerys.
"Draco, do please rain in your allure, my dearest twin is currently questioning his sexuality." Visenya ordered after a moment when she noticed the strange looks Jaehaerys was giving Draco.
"Of course your grace. My apologies, after so long in that gods-forsaken place..." Draco muttered but quickly reigned in his allure.
Much to Jaehaerys' amazement, the shining beauty of the man suddenly faded and to his eyes, he became a good looking but normal man. It was odd, as Jaehaerys suddenly found that he was no longer feeling anything towards his sister's servant.
"I understand old friend. Time is pressing, but once everything settles, we will chat." Visenya stated, earning a nod from Draco.
"So this is your brother?" Draco inquired as he glanced at Jaehaerys.
"Yes. My twin." Visenya replied as her eyes took on a distant look to them.
"Anything like the golden boy?" Draco inquired.
"He has his moments, but given that he is my twin, it's hard not to see resemblances." Visenya replied.
"Can he be trusted?" Draco asked plainly. Jaehaerys was about to respond to that but a gesture from Visenya stopped him, and smirk spread across Draco's face.
"He does indeed have his moments." Draco noted, as he had noticed the indignant look that had crossed Jaehaerys' face.
"Jaehaerys is not Harry, Draco. He has moments where I swear he acts the same, but he's not him. Jaehaerys can be trusted, Dumbledore is dead and gone, and I've made sure that no one has been there to twist and confound him while we grew up. He is my loyal confidant and one day, he will be my husband, and your King. Give him that respect, and allow him to earn the rest." Visenya commanded, earning a nod of understanding and acceptance from Draco.
"Of course, my lady. I apologize up front if I may appear crass, Prince Jaehaerys, I make a habit of questioning everyone's motives." Draco offered a polite bow to Jaehaerys.
"I understand. Look I know I may act like him sometimes. I've seen the look she gives me when I do, but I have no intention of following in her old brother's footsteps. I don't know exactly what he did to her, and I don't want to know. All I know is that I wont hurt her like he did. And I wont let anyone else manipulate me into hurting her like he did. If you ever see me following in his footsteps, I want to know. Because I never intend to hurt her. She wont tell me, and I don't intend on asking, but you don't seem to care about my feelings, and that's fine, so if you ever see me acting like him or walking the same path as him, then you let me know." Jaehaerys stated, earning a slightly saddened look from Visenya, even as she eyed her twin with loving eyes.
Draco stared deep into Jaehaerys' eyes for several long moments before nodding.
"Harry Potter was a fool. He was a self righteous, short sighted, fool with a saving-people complex. He wasn't a bad person. He wasn't evil, or cruel. He just refused to see the cold hard truth of the world. He refused to see the monsters that stood in plain sight. I don't care if you act like him, or develop those same principles, but the second I see you starting to ignore what's right in front of you, I promise, I'll make sure you know it." Draco replied.
It was then that Jaehaerys finally saw it. That devotion. That blind loyalty that all of Visenya's followers possessed. Draco was the first of Visenya's servants that seemed more human, yet he held the same fanatical loyalty as the orcs, or the Nazgul. He admired his dark overlord, and respected her greatness.
Jaehaerys nodded at that, dedicating everything he heard to memory. He had never asked Visenya about her old brother because he knew it hurt her deeply to talk about him or think about him, but that didn't mean he wasn't curious about the man who broke Visenya's heart and turned her into such a cold and ruthless person.
Jeahearys had no desire to know what Harry Potter did to Visenya, as he was sure it would simply anger him and break his heart, but he did desire to know of the man himself. To hear that this Harry Potter was a good man, a kind man, was truly surprising. Jaehaerys had long envisioned someone strong, yet cruel, someone Visenya had loved, but hadn't loved her in return.
Hearing this, it sounded more like this Harry Potter was a good person, who allowed someone else to turn him against the sister that loved him more then anyone else.
Seeing the two men stare each other down, Visenya decided to move the discussion away from the past.
"Jaehaerys, Draco here is a half blood. Half-Veela, Half-Vampire. Both creatures possess an ability called Allure, that magnifies their beauty to allow them to attract powerful mates. At the same time this Allure can be strong enough to enthrall weaker minded individuals. Draco's Allure, coupled with his vampiric abilities to mind dominate individuals, makes him one of my best spies. Men and Woman find him irresistible, so don't overthink your desires. You're not the first man to want a taste of this fine specimen." Visenya explained earning a nod of understanding and a bit of a blush from Jaehaerys. Draco in turn merely smirked and pulled up the hood of his cloak, the shadow of the hood, caused his glowing orange eyes, to shine even more brightly then before.
"Have you called forth the Black Hand yet, your Grace?" Draco inquired, sensing her desire to move on from the previous subject.
"Not yet. But I intend to soon. He'll be invaluable to my plans. For now though, there is a town several killometers to the north. You may head there to feed, then proceed to the far north to the wall, and meet up with the Witch King at Castle Black. He is preparing a small force for travel to Essos by portkey, and you'll be joining them. Join up with the Nazgul there and keep an eye on my aunt and uncle. Keep them out of harms way and keep me updated on the situation." Visenya commanded, earning a nod from Draco.
"Your will, my hands." He stated with a bow, and suddenly his body exploded into a horde of bats, startling Jaehaerys who stumbled back and watched in amazement as the swarm took to the skies and flew north.
"What is he?" Jaehaerys muttered as he watched the swarm fly away.
"Once upon a time, he was a pompous ass with Veela blood. After he caught the eye of a vampire and became it's plaything, he learned a bit of humility. I rescued him from the vamp, and even forced his former master to bequeath all of his powers onto Draco before his death. This in turn turned Draco into a unique hybrid. A Veela, and a Vampire. Both creatures with masterful powers of mind dominance. His Veela blood gives him strength against fire, and removes his vampiric weakness to sunlight. His Vampire blood gives him incredible physical abilities, and cancels out the Veela's aversion to Cold. He is one of my best spies and the strongest amongst the Talons. He bares my brand, a brand that the world will soon come to remember. You will rarely find one as loyal as Draco, he has served me well for many centuries, and will continue to serve us for time immemorial." Visenya explained.
"He sounds like an old friend." Jaehaerys noted.
"Yes. One of the few I would call a friend. I may not have had many during my previous life, but those that I did bestow with the title of 'friend' were those I trusted beyond measure." Visenya replied.
Jaehaerys nodded and the two headed back to the castle.
-End Flashback-
Since then, the twins had kept to business as usual while they waited for the King to arrive. Ned had offered several prisoners to Benjen to journey up to the wall, but had asked that Benjen at least remain until the welcoming feast had come and passed.
Aside from that, everything was calm until the King arrived. The twins were quick to disappear during the welcoming feast. While it wasn't said, and knowing the truth Catelyn probably wouldn't have put a voice to it, Ned was obviously nervous having the twins around Robert. He had no clue what they really felt about him, but he didn't want to risk something.
Needless to say, the twins spent the night, loudly fucking in Jaehaerys' room under the cover of a privacy charm. Once done, they slept in each others arms and woke up just before dawn to head out to the training yard for some morning exercise.
It was several hours later when people started to appear. By that point both of the twins were sweating. Jaehaerys was panting, and short of breath, having been in an intense duel with his twin for nearly an hour now. Neither one was giving ground, and it was obvious to anyone watching that both of them were impassioned by something.
A number of welts and bruises covered Jaehaerys' body, indications that his twin had struck true with a few blows from the practice swords they were using. Visenya sported fewer, but had a few marks, an obvious sign of Jaehaerys' skill as a swordsman.
Without any preamble, his twin lunged at him, unleashing a flurry of slashes that forced Jaehaerys on the defensive.
Jaehaerys backpedaled for several moments batting away each strike, while maintaining his balance and focus.
The two continued to clash for several moments before their blades locked and the two pressed against one another. With the addition of magic to their overall abilities, Visenya was by far, the strongest. She could amplify her strength to the point where she could easily bat a man several dozen yards away with a halfhearted swing. Jaehaerys could amplify his strength as well, but only about four times over. This gave him greater physical strength then say, someone like the Mountain that Rides, but it still wouldn't match up to his twin, who had several centuries of combat skill under her belt.
Luckily for him though, neither twin was using their magic to amplify their abilities. This was just simple duel, and in terms of pure physical strength, Jaehaerys was stronger then his twin.
So with that in mind, he quickly began to push her back, and he could see her begin to struggle.
"Tired?" He inquired with a smirk.
"You're the one who's wheezing." Visenya noted with a grin of her own, as she turned her body slightly to use the full of her wait to brace against his strength, and then released one of her hands from her sword.
Before he could stop her, Visenya delivered a lightning fast left cross to his face, sending him stumbling away and earning an amazed gasp from the crowd.
Jeahaerys fell to a knee as he felt blood fill his mouth. He quickly glanced back at his twin who was smirking at him, twirling her sword and flexing the fingers on the hand she had used to strike him.
"Fuck..." Jeahearys heard someone amongst the onlookers mutter. He glanced over and spotted Theon, Robb, and Sansa, gathered at the edge of the training yard. All with looks of surprise. Jaehaerys began to notice the smirk forming on Robb's face, and knew that if he didn't regain some ground, he'd be hearing about it later.
So with that in mind, he spat out a mouthful of blood and went on the offensive. He charged at his twin, allowing and began to hammer away at her with his blade. Visenya quickly began to backpedal, her eyes lighting up in exhilaration.
Right about then, Jaime Lannister and his younger brother Tyrion came walking out and spotted the two dueling.
"Well what do we have here?" Jaime mused as the two stepped up next to some Lannister men who were also watching the fight.
"They've been at it for hours." One of the Lannister men stated.
"Have they?" Tyrion inquired. It took him a moment to truly focus on the duel and why everyone was so interested in it. It then occurred to him that one of the fighters was a woman.
"Lover's quarrel?" Tyrion inquired.
"No my lord. Those are Lord Eddard's bastard twins." Came the reply of Ser Rodrick who was also watching the duel.
"Ah, so these are the legendary twins, I've heard about. They say the girl is a witch." Tyrion noted as the twins sword clash became more intense. The sounds of their blades colliding filled the air, and two began to move with incredible speed and dexterity.
"They're good." Jaime noted.
"Best sword fighters in the North." Ser Rodrick added with a smirk.
"I'd heard that rumor myself. The bastards of Ned Stark are some of the best fighters in Westoros, and the girl, has never been beaten." Tyrion noted as the twins slammed into each other. Both of their blades were locked as they stared each other down.
"Yes..." Jaime agreed. He had also heard those rumors. The ones that said that the female bastard of Winterfell could take any man in a one on one fight. The rumors that said that her twin brother was as skilled as any southern knight. He had never bought into those rumors, though seeing the twins in action, he could start to see where people might begin to think such things.
Surprisingly to everyone present, it was Visenya who managed to overpower her twin and shove him back. He was able to maintain his footing but she was quickly on him.
The two continued to hammer away at each other when suddenly Jaehaerys delivered a powerful two handed downward slash that split right through Visenya's sword.
Visenya glanced at the ruined blade in surprise, while Jaehaerys also glanced down at his practice sword. Notches and cuts could be scene all along the blade. Both practice swords were completely ruined.
"I guess that means it's a draw." Visenya noted as she dropped the broken sword.
"I guess it does. Same time tomorrow?" Jaehaerys inquired as his twin walked past him.
"Absolutely." Visenya replied with a smirk.
"Hmm..." Tyrion remarked as the crowd began to disperse.
Jaime kept his eyes on the twins as the two interacted with one another. Something about the look they were giving each other was familiar to him.
-Meanwhile-
Across the Narrow Sea, a great wedding was taking place. Tens of thousands of Dothraki along with many nobles from the city of Pentos, were in attendance. Maester Illyrio had just presented a single, pitch black dragon egg to Daenerys as a Wedding gift, and right about then the last of the gift givers approached.
Daenerys eyed the strange, cloak wearing man as he approached and she nearly let out a gasp when she finally saw his face. He was quite possibly the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He almost seemed to radiate such, and it unnerved her to see it.
"Hello, princess. I am Draco Lucius Malfoy. My Lady bid me come to you and offer my aid. I bring a gift for you, my princess, and a gift for your great husband." The man stated as he placed a small box before the two and opened it.
The first thing he removed from the box was a dagger. The blade was nearly ten inches in length and curved. The metal shone brightly, and made the metal almost look white. The handle was carved from dragonbone. Embedded in the blade were several gems, indicating that it was goblin made, and at the end of the handle, set a small pommel with a radiant sapphire embedded in it.
One of the Khal's guards approached and took the blade. As soon as he took it from Draco he noticed something off and glanced down at the beautiful knife.
He stared at it for several seconds before presenting it to Khal Drogo. When he did, the Khal also noticed something off about the knife. It felt completely weightless. The Khal examined the blade in his hand and even ran one of his fingers along the edge. The blade cut into skin instantly, it's sharpness unmatched.
A grin quickly spread across Drogo's face as he gave the stranger a nod of approval, meeting eyes with the Draco for a moment.
Draco nodded and then retrieved his second gift from the box. From it, he removed a shining white necklace, with tiny sapphires embedded in it. The Necklace was made from Mythril, a substance mined by the ancient gnomes. It radiated with such beauty that Daenerys' eyes almost instantly became transfixed to it.
"For you, princess." Draco offered, as one of the guards took the offered jewels and handed them to Daenerys. As soon as she held them in her hand, a small smile touched at her lips. She had never seen something so beautiful in all her life. The Sapphires on the necklace matched the Sapphires on Drogo's new knife, perfectly. It seems the Khal thought so as well, as he offered another nod of approval.
"Thank you kind ser." Daenerys' offered to Draco.
"I am no Ser, my princess. Merely a man, tasked with offered aide to you and your brother. My lady wishes me to deliver a message. The Targaryen's will reclaim the Iron Throne. No force in this world can stop it. There are many who yearn for that day to come, and they await it with eager anticipation. You are not alone, and you are not forgotten." Draco stated as he offered her a bow, and turned and offered nod to Viserys as well.
The brother could only nod his head, not knowing what else to say to that.
Draco kept the smile from his face as he headed back down to the crowd. Daenerys tentatively placed the necklace around her neck, and many of nobles from Pentos found that the amazing piece of jewelry, exemplified her beauty even further.
What none of them knew however was that the knife and necklace had very special charms placed on them. The knife had several powerful compulsion charms on it, that were activated once the necklace was placed around someone's neck.
The charms on the knife compelled a person to keep the knife with them or near them at all times, and compelled the person with the knife to protect the person wearing the necklace. The necklace also had several charms, that compelled a person to keep it on them. It also protected and neutralized poisons.
On top of these compulsion charms, Draco had also cast a spell on Drogo when their eyes met. Using his Vampiric abilities to mind manipulation, he was able to instill a compulsion in Drogo to keep Daenerys' safe from harm.
The compulsions would grow stronger as time went on, but until that time, Draco planned on waiting for an opening to place Drogo under the Imperious Curse, while the charms took affect.
With all of these compulsions working in tandem, Drogo would become fiercely protective of Daenerys and would refuse to do anything to harm her, that included using her to fulfill his lustful desires. In the meantime Draco would keep the mighty Khal subdued with illusion and the Imperious curse until the charms came into full affect.
He had been ordered to protect the Targaryen's, and that was what he was going to do. He had rarely ever failed a mission for his Dark Lady, and he wasn't about to start now. He was a hybrid, one who had toppled nations with his wits and cunning. Within months, he'd have Drogo completely enthralled, and then, he would use the Khal to begin the Targaryen conquest of Essos, starting first and foremost, with the other Dothraki.
War was coming, to all the world, and soon, very soon, the world would remember her name.
-To be continued-
Alright there's the next chapter. Yes I will be bringing in a handful of potterverse characters that were bound to Visenya. Some will be servants, some will be slaves. We've finally reached the main story, so I hope everyone's ready. Visenya plans on taking control of Drogo and using him as a puppet, so Dany wont be in any danger. It'll be interesting to see how the vampire deals with Viserys and what he reports back to Visenya, especially on the Dragon egg. I can see a Wraith visiting our fat friend Illyrio's house soon.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think.