A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own Fairy Tail, Game of Thrones or anything else I write about. I make no income from this work unfortunately, it's all for the purposes of entertainment, swear.

6

XxXxX Iced Shell XxXxX

Two years have since passed and Juvia's love for Gray is stronger than ever. Ur Fullbuster reluctantly gave in to her only son's wishes, as she often does. She let her work in the kitchens and as a maid when called on. For the first few weeks she was kept under constant supervision. Suspicion existed amongst the guards that she is a spy. Or worse still, an assassin meant to kill Ur in her very bedchamber. Juvia learned early on to avoid staying in Ur Fullbuster's sight for long.

The Ice Queen in the North carried very little love for the savages. Though she has enough mercy to now let Juvia work freely within her keep. The same mercy that she extended to Gray's half brother Lyon. Though Ur never accepted him as her son. A fact that Lyon learned over and over again throughout his life.

At first Juvia was amazed by every little thing. The world outside of her 'village' being so new and different. Everyone's fears eased when they understood that the awkard maiden carried not a hint of violence. Or hardly any knowledge of the customs of their world.

Juvia was also slow to learn that her affections for Gray were not allowed in public. It took time for her to understand the meaning of a terms like Prince and Kingdom. Time is needed for her to understand where her place is in his world. That they could never truly be together. Because she would never be seen as good enough to stand beside him. That title will belong to someone who northern court patrons won't call a 'savage.'

Lyon Snow however, he believed that they could be together. As he tended to be quite open about his fondness for her. Juvia on her part did not return the love that Lyon or any other showed her. Her heart is only for the prince and she would have no other. Since nobody else could compare, she could not give up trying. In time and in his way, Gray slowly returned her affections.

It began when he personally taught her to read and write. Gray was very reluctant at first, but found her to be a fast learner. Despite her knowing nothing about written language in all her eighteen years. Her delicate hands made for beautiful handwriting, Gray would sometimes compliment.

Beneath the keep of Iced Shell exist caverns where hot water shoots up. Hot springs, especially those underground are sacred to northerners. Such places are the reason they can live in the harsh north for generations. The hot water that issues up from the earth is clean and considered to have healing properties. It is their only escape from the ceaseless cold.

Unlike previous Houses that ruled over the keep, House Fullbuster did not restrict the common people from the springs. Yet only small amounts of people were let in for a few hours at a time. Guards kept their posts at the entrances, there is almost always a line in wait.

Today the springs are empty as the prince is set to return. A raven flew to the highest tower of Iced Shell in the early morning, telling of their arrival. They are not far now, the weeks of riding are nearly at an end. Nearly a hundred northmen pass across the gate's lowered drawbridge. Crowds of craftsmen and peasants alike cheered the renowned Fullbuster prince and the knights who rode with him.

Gray gave his best face, smiling and waving to the commoners. Lyon did so as well, he is well known in the north despite the stigma of being a Snow. They rode slowly through the icy streets, enjoying the sight. A few of the rare flowers that grow at the peak of northern mountains were cast before Gray's horse. Until at last they reached the keep.

One look is enough to understand why the stronghold is known as Iced Shell. Large outcropings of smooth black stone protect the exterior. Heavy stone fills the distance in the natural stone formation, occasionally allowing a window in the gaps. A layer of ice covers the surface everywhere but the tall wooden doors of the front entrance. The keep is a sight to behold, considered by many to be impregnable.

Their horses were led away to the nearby stables. The brothers and knights went into the palace, sparing more waves to the crowds. The rest broke apart, returning to their homes and families.

The massive wooden doors opened before them. A rush of comfortable warmth greeted them as they entered. Soldiers at the posts bowed their heads to him. Juvia rushed foward out of nowhere and latched onto the prince.

"Gray-sama!" Juvia elated. "Juvia does not see any love rival! I knew you would return to Juvia without her!" she said joyously.

"It became complicated," Gray sighed. "We'll talk later, Juvia."

He disentangled himself from her, holding her back at arms length. A look of hurt glossed over her eyes as she watched Gray look back to the men with him. It appeared that he is embarrassed by her.

"Please, Juvia," Gray stressed when she did not let go.

"Hello Juvia, you look beautiful today," Lyon stepped in. He greeted with as much charm and nobility as he could muster.

Juvia did not turn his way, she felt so crushed with anguish at her abrupt rejection. She nodded at Gray slowly and stepped aside with her head down. The prestigious northmen continued through the keep to the main chamber.

Ur Fullbuster sat on her jet black throne in the large room. Guards lined the walls on each side. All wore finely crafted plate armor that reflected the torch light. She smiled warmly upon seeing her son enter the hall.

Gray hastened his step, his smile easily formed. Ur rose from her throne and stepped down from the low platform to meet him. Formalities were excused as they embraced each other tightly.

"Mother..." Gray said soft-heartedly over her shoulder.

Gently they released each other after several long moments. Ur Fullbuster keeping her rare smile.

"Now then," said the Ice Queen in the North. "What news from the south, my son."

"Trouble," is the single best word Gray could think to say.

"Aye, southerners are not to be easily trusted," Ur responded. She turned and returned to sit upon her throne. "What troubles," she called out, leaving Gray where he stood so he may address the court.

"The sole princess of House Heartfilia is stolen," Gray said loudly for all to hear.

"The one you traveled so far to court?" Ur asked.

"Aye, she was taken shortly after we arrived at Heartveil. We learned on the road who it was that stole her. A man who claimed to be a Dragneel," said Gray.

"That's impossible," Ur muttered.

"All the same, he claims her as his wife. And he proclaims himself to be the king of all Fiore," Gray turned to everyone. "The men of the north need to prepare themselves."

"Jude Heartfilia will not have our men dying for the return of his kin," Ur said coldly.

"He has sworn an alliance to our house with my union with her," Gray answered. "The richest house in the west, tracks of fertile farmland that we need."

"You know she's been soiled, she would not be fit for you now. Should you even get her back alive," said Ur.

"The union is worth it mother," urged Gray. "We need more land and estates further south."

"Aye, that is true," Ur Fullbuster answered. "But our fighting men need to remain here where they are needed. Not fighting another man's war!" she said strongly. "Reports of fighting at the roof have increased and winter is coming!"

"I will not have our fighting men dying for some else!" Gray pleaded. "This winter will be long. We do not have the food or the men to protect the whole of the north. Mother...you know we don't."

"Let us hope that war does not come," Ur finished, wishing to stop speaking about the subject. "Take some rest my son, the road was long. We'll speak later," Ur dismissed.

Gray swallowed his next few words when he saw the flash in his mother's eyes. He took his cue and silently left the hall. Most of his guard, including Lyon in toe.

XxXxX

"Gray...Gray-sama.." Juvia moaned as Gray laid her back on the stone ledge. They were finally alone in a dimly lit hot spring chamber below the keep. "There is something Juvia needs to say," she continued hesitantly.

"Can it wait," Gray muttered out, not wishing to stop. His hands and mouth roaming up her body.

Juvia smiled and nodded a few times. Soaking in the time together after being apart for nearly two months. Gray positioned himself on top of her, taking his time as well.

Lyon entered quietly upon hearing his brother's name being shouted. Slowly he turned a cornerstone and found the source. The girl he loved pinned under the brother he hated now more than ever. He shook with rage and an awful sick feeling in his stomach. He didn't think his brother would have her before him. Everything always comes secondhand to a bastard. Gray always took what he wanted, if he wanted it, but this is too far.

Juvia continued on screaming his name into the mist above. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusted with all his might. The bastard hated him, he hated him for taking everything that could be his. Everything that should be his. Lyon masterbated quietly from the shadows as he watched.

XxXxX Magnolia XxXxX

"Listen...fat man!" Lucy said angrily with an outstretched finger.

She pointed to the polite rounded butler Reedus Jonah. The gentle large man sworn in service to House Dreyar. Part of that service meant standing watch outside of her room within Kardia. Which meant she is unable to leave the room under orders from his lord.

"I want to leave!" she demanded at the door.

"I cannot allow that, milady," Reedus answered, his hands outstretched at the stone doorway.

Lucy was about to shout at him again but her breath caught in her throat. Natsu's arms suddenly descended over his shoulders as he latched onto the sentry's back. Reedus knelt down in terror but Natsu made no move to hurt him.

"Missed yea Reedus!" said Natsu, he looked up to smile at Lucy before jumping off his back.

"Been a long time, Natsu," he responded. Reedus rose back up, fixing his glasses with his trembling fingers. "Good to see you are well."

"Aye, better than ever!" Natsu said proudly, slamming his fist against his chest.

Lucy paled when his eyes met hers. His smile grew, as his breath hitched. He took a step across the threshold before Reedus's arm barred him.

"What are you doing?" Natsu asks, his anger building.

"Lord Dreyar ordered that she may not leave and that no one may enter," said Reedus.

Gently the large man eased Natsu back to stand full across the doorway.

"She is my mate, I want to see her," Natsu said, his tone rising. "I am your king!"

"You are not king yet, my lord. I have to obey order fro-" Reedus began with his shaky voice.

"Move aside!" Natsu shouted. "You will not stand between us!"

Natsu pulled his short lash from his robes. His arm reared back to began striking him with the leather. Reedus kept his hands out, holding the door. Natsu began savagely lashing him across his face and chest. Lucy's hands covered her mouth in horror as he continued striking him. Natsu landed a strong kick to Reedus's stomach. The man bowed but held his grip at the sides of the door.

"Move!" Natsu demanded again.

The sounds of heavy footfalls in the distance grew nearer. Natsu paused, turning his head to see Laxus Dreyar round the corner. The giant man walked silently towards him, still fully coated in his thick golden armor. His long massive cape flowing behind him. White with the symbol of the faith large upon the center. Natsu stopped his attack and grinned at the man. Laxus came to a halt between them. Wordlessly he eased Reedus up from his knees. He pushed him away to move down the hall.

"Blea...bleuh..ahh," escaped Reedus's mouth in agony as blood dripped down the man's face and chest. He turned, seeing Laxus standing guard at the doorway in his stead. Reedus nodded before stumbling down the hall in search of a Maester. Laxus stood fully in the doorway now, Natsu paused and stared at him indignantly. His arm nevertheless rose up to strike the Thunder Prince.

"That's enough Natsu!" Makarov Dreyar shouted at the end of the hall. "Come! You are late for the council meeting!"

Natsu reluctantly lowered his arm. Laxus's eyes watched him boredly beneath his obstructive helm. Natsu stormed down the hall to join him.

It did not take long for Lucy to learn that the prince of House Dreyar is not one for conversation after all. He did not respond or turn around to anything she said. He occasionally grunted and held his post at the doorway until Lucy closed the door herself.

XxXxX Wraithus XxXxX

The priestess Levy McGarden slipped a crude iron hairband off the top of her blue hair. She is allowed a bath for the first time in weeks. She submerged herself again, enjoying every moment of it. The girl gasps after she rises up from the shallow water and opens her eyes. Gajeel loomed over silently, the room was empty a mere moment ago. She looked up, he looked down from above. He appeared even more massive and daunting than ever.

The Ironclad heir still rarely talked. Though lately he picked up the habit of listening. He set a small stack of items near the basin before turning to leave.

"Wait," she called timidly. "The water is clean enough if you want to bathe."

"Gihi," the prince smiled darkly, taking the incentive.

Really the priestess just wanted him to wash. The daily hours he hammered iron at the forge created a strong stench. His skin kept the harsh smell of iron. Though in truth she became accustomed to that. The nights now when he keeps his arms around her while he sleeps.

Gajeel strips off his sooted clothes, letting it fall to the floor. The water level dramatically rises when he sits down across from her. Gajeel looked at her expectingly with his sinister red eyes. A rag is wrung in her hands before she scrubs his scarred muscular chest. Slowly he eased her hands to scrub lower. Three days have now passed since he last had her. He loses interest now if she should cry.

"Remember what the Lady of Light says about making love?" Levy stressed.

"Fuckin' you isn't makin' love," he grunted.

"She says that love is sacred, meant to be cherished," she pressed, scrubbing harder.

Levy moved herself willingly on top of him. She teased him, sliding along his hardening manhood. She lifted the rag up to scrub his face when he leans in to kiss her. She moves the cloth gently over his iron piercings. Only letting him take her once she is done.

XxXxX Magnolia XxXxX

Jude Heartfilia sat upon his prestine white horse at the gates of the city. Twenty of his finest knights rode with him, including his nephew. The Lord of Heartveil wore a very sour angry expression as he waited at the barred city gates. A grandiose structure known as Fairy Gate. It is defense that has never been broken in war. The gate has three levels, many statues lining the ramparts. The walls across the border of the city are also painted white.

He did not have wait very long before an assembly gathered at the top of the wide stone gatepost. Lord Dreyar arrived with his grandson Laxus and his personal guards in toe. Three highly skilled warriors, each renowned throughout the realm. All three held oaths to House Dreyar and the Lady of Light. But they also held personal oaths to Laxus himself.

First among them is Freed, heir to House Justine. A wealthy and skilled knight, also a rumored homosexual. Next is a woman suprisingly, a leader of group of mercenary privateers. She is a ward of House Dreyar, known only as Evergreen. Lastly is the largest of the three, another ward and armored knight Bickslow.

The three of them along with all the soldiers under their command are known as 'The Thunder Legion.' A name that comes from the very words of House Dreyar, 'Lightning Strikes!' Their sigil being a golden thunderbolt overlaid on a white Fairy Tail emblem. A small group of soldiers bearing said sigil took up position on the wall. Natsu strode proudly next to them all. He wore finely tailored red and gold robes. A new finely crafted sword at his waist.

"It has been many years, Jude," Makarov shouted down.

"Will you not let me and my men into your city to talk?" Jude shouted back.

"I have been advised against it," Makarov answered.

"By him?" Jude demands, staring at Natsu, his anger rising. "The thief, rapist, and murderer you stand beside-"

"Silence!" Natsu shouted back first. "You speak to you're king!" he shouted back madly.

"You are no fucking king!" Jude shouted fiercly, spit flying from his mouth in his rage. "You allow this madness Makarov?!"

"I apologize for his rudeness, Lord Heartfilia. But the Lady of Light's will is known. He is to be crowned king," Markarov returns. "He will be groomed finer-"

"Silence old man!" Natsu shouted, clearly furious. "I'm in charge here!"

This prompted several people to ready themselves for action. Many hands slowly crept to their weapons. Eyes looked around wildly, unsure of what to do.

"Where is my daughter Makarov?" Jude's voice rang through the confusion at the top of the gate.

"She is unharmed," Makarov said as calmly as he could. Finally taking his eyes away from Natsu's glare. Lord Dreyar gestured for all to ease back and lower their guard. "She is here, come forward child."

Lucy is ushered forward past the soldiers. The priestess Cana escorts her, a skin of wine in hand. Lucy looks unharmed and quite beautiful on the outside. Wearing a fine noblewoman's gown of cream and gold. Similar to those worn by the priestess's themselves. But on the inside, she struggles to keep her composure. The two come to a stop beside the elderly imp at the edge of the gate.

"You're excused, Cana," Makarov said lowly when the priestess lingered over Lucy for a few moments.

She smiled, red dusting her cheeks, and walked away. She swayed a bit on her feet, clearly at her limit. One of the other priests caught on and escorted her away. Lucy looked up at her father and the assembly behind him. She opened her mouth to speak, but as usual, her father spoke first.

"You will release her to me this instant!" Jude barked.

"I can give your daughter freedom to leave my city. But she chooses to remain," Lord Dreyar says.

"Don't feed me that trash you old imp!" Jude insulted.

"The faith of your father's has abandoned Fiore-" Makarov began.

"Let her speak!" Jude shouted, interrupting him.

Lucy hesitated, weary to directly at him. "It's true father...I have been born again in the light of The First," she spoke as loudly as she could. She lifted her arm to show him the emblem in pink upon the back of her hand.

"You brainwashed her with your ridiculous faith! Release her back to me!"

"She's not leaving my side!" Natsu taunted, wrapping his arm around her. "You should have accepted my offer the first time. But you humiliated me, called me a liar-"

"You say my daughter wants to stay on her own accord! Well fine!" Jude spat. "But that boy, you will surrender him to me!"

"That cannot be done, Lord Heartfilia," Makarov said with newfound seriousness.

"You know what you risk here?!" he shouted back.

"It would be wise not to escalate this," said Makarov. "Such action could bring ruin to both of our houses-"

"This will not be accepted Makarov. If you ally yourself with this murdering fool boy! Keeping me from justice and the blood of my blood! I will pull up your house root and stem if you do not return my daughter this instant!" Jude thundered.

"Oi," Natsu shouted. "I've got something to return to you."

He gestured with his hand to summon someone. A few moments later Erza Scarlet is lead up and across the ramparts. Her hands and ankles are shackled with heavy irons. A neat dressing of white wrapped around her head, covering both eyes. She walks with a heavy limp and is escorted by Lord Makarov's Justice, Jellal. But to nearly everyone else he is known as Mystogan the Headsman.

"Natsu," Lucy said breathlessly, her eyes pleading. Her hands wrapped around his arm.

"Yet another in my service afflicted by this boy!" said Jude after a long look at her.

"I'll show you afflicted," Natsu scoffed. "How would you like her returned to you? In one piece or in many pieces? I could catapult her over the wall, never done that," Natsu smiled widely then. "Maybe you could catch her if-"

"Let all those in witness hear me!" Jude thundered again, interrupting him. "I, Jude Heartfilia, Lord of Heartveil place a bounty of ten-thousand jewel to which ever man brings me his head! Double if he is brought before me alive!"

Many atop the gate exchanged questionable glances at each other again. Lord Dreyar commanded them back wordlessly. However, some of the knights that rode behind Lord Heartfilia strung arrows in their bows. They pulled back, aiming upwards towards the young dragon.

In response the men at their stations on the wall pulled back their arrows. Nearly a dozen Heartfilia knights kept their bows taunt and steady. Though they are aware of the seventy or more of Magnolia's guard who held back their volley. One slip of a finger and there would be a slaughter.

"Cut her head off!" shouted Natsu with a maddened voice. "Do it!"

In the midst of the tension Natsu pointed at the bound and blinded prisoner. Lucy tried to keep hold of his arm and pleaded for him to stop. He yanked away and continued towards Erza. For the first time Laxus Dreyar stepped into the foreground before Natsu. The giant armored Thunder Prince silently placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stop. Lord Makarov came forward to try and calm him again. The imp is surprised to see that Natsu stood silent and still, held by his grandson's strong grip.

The Lord of Magnolia is quick to notice Natsu's skin growing pale. A light tremor constantly pulsing through his body as he stood quietly. Then he suddenly collapsed onto the stone beneath him. His eyes rolled back as his body convulsed harshly.

"Hold his arms Laxus!" Makarov commanded before turning to everyone else who watched with shocked expressions. "Lower your weapons, all of you! Do you wish to start a war!?"

The archers on the wall slowly lowered the bows. As did the Heartfilia knights below. Though that is mainly due to no longer having a clean shot at their intended target.

"Did someone claim the bounty on your scoundrel boy king already?" Jude shouted up.

Makarov stood over Natsu as he writhed. Laxus held him down by his elbows. Two of the men from the Thunder Legion held down his legs respectively.

"She's here..." Natsu said lowly, tight-lipped.

A chill ran through the air in the early morning heat. Those are the only words they deciphered from Natsu. Everything else is indistinct mumbles. Only the whites of his eyes are visible. A few seconds later his jerking motions stopped and he grew very still. The Thunder Legion backed away slowly. Natsu continued to stare ahead with wide eyes from where he laid. Makarov came forward and placed his ear close over Natsu when he began whispering. The elderly man's eyes went wide as well upon listening.

"It's time...it's time," Natsu muttered a bit more clearly.

Lord Dreyar rose back up, his face twisted with dilemma. Natsu slowly regained his composure and fought to control his breathing. His body began to shake violently again but his mind is back in control. He rose on shakey legs and unsheathed his sword.

"That was...a command!" Natsu said with what little strength he had left. "Cut her head off!"

He moved forward again to try and do it himself. The headsman looked to Makarov, who closed his eyes and nodded once. He reached out and took hold of his axe, holding it before Natsu.

"No..." Jellal said weakly. "If it is to be done, it will not be by a butcher."

"Jellal.." Erza swallowed, fear flooding her.

The two guards who escorted her bent her knees, heaving her chest over a short bench. The blind girl trembled, she heard Lucy screaming out franticly in her defense. She could hear her struggle against someone who held her. Yet she could not help her, she couldn't even help herself. She felt an eerie stillness and building static in her hearing.

"This is your command...your grace?" Jellal cried out to Makarov.

His Justice had never once needed a second nod.

"Slaughtering my subject will bring war! You hear me Makarov?!" Jude shouted up.

The imp felt time slow down as his mind raced to decision again. In the mind there came the thought that he had to make a choice. But in actuality there is no choice, only faith. Lord Dreyar chose faith before giving his Justice one final nod.

"Jellal..." she cried out again, her voice sounding far away.

So many voices rang out in the darkness, each crying about something else. She could hear them all. The axe rose up and effortlessly severed Erza Scarlet's head in one clean stroke.