Kk, here's the next chapter for you. Like I said in the beginning this is just a pet project, something I work on whenever I feel the urge too, so updates will be sporadic at best. It may take a few months between updates or it may be just a few days depending on whether or not I'm feeling up to it. Been having to computer trouble recently, but I hopefully got it fixed, otherwise, I hope you all enjoy.

Fire and Shadow, Rise of the Queen of the Abyss

Chapter 7: Night Falls.

"How'd it happen?" Jaehaerys asked, as he and Visenya stood next to the unconscious form of Bran. The two had been out and about while Ned and the King were out hunting, and when they returned, they were quickly informed that Bran had been found with severe injuries at the base of one of the towers.

"They think he fell." Robb stated as he stared at the immobile body of his younger brother. Catelyn sat by her child's side, un-moving. She stood guard over him like a mother panther, and eyed everyone who passed with tearful eyes.

"From one of the towers?" Jaehaerys clarified. He earned a nod from Robb and gave him a confused look.

"I thought you said he was a skilled climber?" Jaehaerys whispered to Robb, as he noticed that Catelyn was beginning to stare at them.

"He was." Robb muttered.

Right about then, Ned wandered in. He had come and gone for several hours. It was obvious that he wanted to remain by his son's side, but he also had other duties to take care of.

"What has the maester said?" Ned inquired as he noticed Robb, Catelyn, Jaehaerys, and Visenya, all standing quietly.

"He's strong. He'll live, but he's worried about his ability to walk, and what he'll remember. That's if the boy wakes up." Visenya replied as she eyed her cousin with calculating eyes.

They all stood in silence for several long minutes before finally, Robb let out a huff. "Alright, if no one's going to ask it, then I will." And with that he turned to Visenya. "Is there anything you can do for him?"

"Robb..." Catelyn started to say, but a look from Ned stopped her from saying anything else.

"Can you help him?" Robb clarified as Visenya turned and met his gaze. Jaehaerys stood by his twin and eyed her intently. He was wondering the same thing.

"Yes." Visenya answered after a moment and Robb almost let out a sigh, but it was Ned who asked the important question.

"And what is the price?"

"The price?" Visenya replied.

"Magic always has it's price. Everything I've ever heard about it, every story, every legend, everything I've learned from Maester Luwin, it all tells me the same thing. There's a price to be paid for such things. So… what is the price to help Bran?" Ned clarified as all eyes turned towards Visenya. Even Catelyn's eyes suddenly looked pleading, as she hoped that there was something that could be done to help him.

Visenya was quiet for a moment before stepping up next to Bran. She placed a hand on his chest and her palm suddenly lit up, much to everyone's surprise, sans Jaehaerys.

For several moments, she was quiet as she used her magic to seek out all the damage that was done. After a few seconds she lifted her hand and turned to face Eddard.

"The price for such a thing, is a debt." Visenya stated.

"A debt?" Ned muttered in confusion.

"Whatever you want..." Catelyn began but Visenya silenced her with a gesture.

"It's not about what I want. He's still in danger of dying. If I wait until he wakes up, I'll be able to heal him. But that's only if he wakes up on his own. If I save him now, I can guarantee his survival, however, he'll owe me a debt. By using magic to save another person with powerful magic, a debt is formed. I have taken no healer's oath, thus his magic will respond to mine attempting to heal him. If I save his life now, he'll owe me a life debt. One he must repay in some form. It wont be a very powerful debt because I'm not putting myself at risk, so at most the debt could be forgiven by a task of importance, but it's still a debt that must be paid. And if he doesn't or he violates the life debt, magic will harm him, and it may even take his life." Visenya explained to the Stark's and her twin.

"So if you help him now, while he's still in danger, he'll incur this debt to you?" Jaehaerys clarified.

"Yes. He'll owe me something. It'll be an important task he'll have to fulfill to satiate the debt, but at the very least, I can guarantee he'll live." Visenya answered.

"What is this task he'll have to do for you?" Robb inquired.

"I don't know. I'll have to think of something. It has to be important to me to satiate the debt. Otherwise, the only other way to fulfill a life debt, is for Bran to save my life. So… I can save him now and guarantee his life, but he'll need to do something for me, something important, or I can wait, and with a bit of luck he'll wake up on his own, and I can heal him then. Once he's away from death's door, I can heal him without incurring a life debt." Visenya offered.

The room was silent as Ned and Catelyn both pondered that. Ned knew a price needed to be paid, and he also caught the subtle hint that Visenya was giving them, the task she gave to Bran could literally be anything. It just had to be important to her. Which meant that Bran's loyalty would have to be first and foremost to the completion of her task, in order to satisfy his debt. Otherwise he'd die.

After several moments Ned turned and looked at his wife. Catelyn stared back and after a moment, offered a tearful nod. Cat was a believed in the old gods and the new, and while the new gods considered such magic to be heresy, Cat was more then willing to turn a blind eye if it meant one of her precious children was saved from dying.

"Do it. Heal him, if you can." Ned ordered.

"Very well. Please make sure no one interrupts us. This'll take a few minutes." Visenya replied as she withdrew the Elder Wand.

The Stark's watched in amazed fascination as Visenya set about healing Bran's injuries. Given his comatose state, he did not react, even as they heard the bones in his body begin to crack and then re-fuse into their proper place.

Visenya worked diligently for several long minutes, repairing each point of damage to the fullest of her ability. Bran had powerful magic within him, something that surprised Visenya when she had scanned his body for injury. He'd make a powerful wizard one day, with the proper training, and Visenya desired to ensure as such.

The age of magic would return to the world, and it would be by the hands of her, her twin, and her disciples, that people remembered magic's power.

After she was finished with Bran's physical injuries, she placed her wand to his forehead and launched a powerful Legilimency probe, into his mind. She quickly began to suss out any damage that she could repair.

She found that the memories were broken and scattered, on his own, he wouldn't remember much, but with Visenya's help, she could restore the lost memories. The question was, should she?

Finding the moments leading up to his fall, Visenya watched as Bran climbed the tower and came upon the Queen and her twin brother, fucking in the tower.

Ser Jaime had pushed him from the tower in order to protect their secret. Seeing this, Visenya chose to gather up all the memories pertaining to his fall and lock them away behind a small barrier she erected in his mind. One day, when she taught him Occlumency, she would show him how to unlock these memories, but for now, it'd be best if he didn't remember what he saw.

With that done, Visenya withdrew from his mind, and then revived him with a wordless Enervate.

Bran's eyes fluttered open, and the Stark's let out a collective gasp of surprise.

"Mother?" Bran muttered as he blinked a few times and turned his head.

Catelyn was in tears as she leaned over her child and held his head in her hands.

"It's done. Have him stay in bed until after the Royal procession leaves, to avoid questions. Otherwise, he should be fully healed." Visenya stated. Ned offered her a grateful nod as he stepped up next to his son.

Bran was busy looking around, confused. His head hurt and his body ached, but otherwise, he felt fine.

"Thank you." Robb whispered as Visenya stepped away from Bran to give his parents time to fuss over him.

"No thanks are required. He's family, and he's a good kid." Visenya replied as she stepped up next to her twin.

Jaehaerys offered her a smile of his own, and she gave him a look that told him she had news.

The twins both offered nods to Bran as they quickly exited.

A few moments later they found themselves in a side passage away from everyone else. Visenya was quick to cast privacy charms to ensure they couldn't be heard by anyone who might wander by.

"He was pushed?" Jaehaerys repeated what he had just been told.

"Yes. I don't know who it was, but he was definitely shoved from that tower. I saw it in his mind." Visenya stated, she knew better then to just tell her twin who it was. He wasn't exactly the most skilled when it came to subterfuge. If she told him the truth, at best he'd be giving Jaime Lannister the evil eye for the rest of forever. At worst, he'd march to the man's quarters and try to kill him.

Visenya couldn't allow that. Even now, she was formulating plans for the Lannister's, and the blackmail she'd received from Bran's memories was far more valuable to her then simple physical revenge.

She liked Bran, and she'd make Jaime regret pushing him from that tower, but she wouldn't kill him for it, he was far too valuable to just murder, and move on.

So while Jaehaerys paced and looked thoughtful, Visenya turned her gaze to the outside world.

"What now?" Jaehaerys inquired once he finished pacing.

Visenya was quiet as she stared out across the landscape. After several long moments she turned her attention to her beloved twin.

"You'll be heading back up to Castle Black with Uncle Benjen. I'll make to leave with you, though once we're gone I'll circle back and join up with the King's caravan as they head back to King's Landing." Visenya stated.

Jaehaerys was surprised by her words. The two had rarely been apart since they left Winterfell originally. Hearing her say that she was leaving and sending him back up to the wall, it shocked him, to say the least.

"Visenya… I don't think that's a good idea." Jaehaerys stated.

"Don't get yourself all worked up, Baby Brother. I have some things I need to handle down in the capitol. I won't be gone for more then a few months, and we'll stay in constant contact with a two-way mirror. I need you working up here in the North. You still have magic to practice, and I need someone to serve as a face to rally the Wildlings behind. The Witch King will keep them in line, but they need to see their future king. I need you up there, down in King's Landing you'll be little more help to me then a glorified bodyguard. The things I intend to do there will require powerful magic. Magic that you have barely begun to tap into. You must continue your training, and it must be in a place where you're free to do so at all times." Visenya explained to her twin, even as she saw the doubt and worry in his eyes.

"I understand that, but… You said you needed to get a read on these people. Why can't you do that with the crows? What do you have to do in King's Landing that's so important?" Jaehaerys asked.

"I need to study the players of the game. King Robert isn't the only obstacle in our path. I need to know who's friend, who's foe, who's playing the game, and who has the most pieces on the board. I can only do these things, if I'm there to see it. As for other things that I intend… well, before I leave that place, I intend to get a bit of revenge for the loss of our father." Visenya informed him, though the last part she said in a voice that was barely audible.

Jaehaerys stared at her for several long moments before letting out a sigh and rubbing his face.

"Do not fear for me, baby brother. They are but children playing a game I mastered eons ago. With magic, the rules change. I have it, and I know how it alters the game. The moment I start playing, all of those fools in the capital will be lost and confused. They cannot and will not hurt me. While I'm there, I plan on setting up a floo access point. Then I'll be returning here to Winterfell to set up another, then I'll head to Shadowhold, then finally, to the wall." Visenya stated.

"Floo access points?" Jaehaerys muttered in confusion.

"Right. The Floo was a means of magical teleportation. It allowed for travel between one point and another, in a very short time-frame. I intend to start setting it up throughout Westoros, though major connections will be saved for later, I intend to create an access point in King's Landing that I can use to quickly travel there if need be, and when the time comes, I can send a strike force through it, to aid us in securing the city." Visenya explained earning a nod of understanding from her twin.

She then continued. "You can't help me with this project. Once we leave for the wall, I'll draw forth another servant from the void. This servant will serve as your new teacher and help you further your training while I'm gone. I expect you to continue preparations on the wall, and ready our army. You and the Witch King will handle the far north while I prepare the south for future conquests. I know you don't like it, but I wont be gone for more then a few months, and we'll stay in constant contact. On your way up to the wall, I'll have the wraith from Shadowhold bring the dragon eggs to meet you, and once you reach the wall I'll walk you through how to hatch them."

"You're not going to be there to hatch them?" Jaehaerys asked in surprise.

"I already have several dragon's that are bound to me, baby brother. I expect you to raise these two dragon's yourself. You'll have Midir there to keep them in line and I'll help offer tips and tricks to ensure that they behave. These two dragons will be yours baby brother, so raise them well. I don't want to hear about disobedient reptiles when I return." Visenya stated, earning a small smile from her twin.

Jaehaerys stared off for a several seconds before letting out a sigh. "I'll miss you." He admitted after a few moments.

"Well, then we best ensure that we make our last few days together count, because I know for a fact, I'll miss you even more." Visenya replied with a smile.

"What'll we do about Bran, and whoever shoved him from that tower?" Jaehaerys asked, after a moment.

"Don't worry baby brother. He's got a direwolf looking out for him, and when the time comes, I feel his attacker will reveal themselves to us." Visenya stated, earning a tentative nod from Jaehaerys.

That night the twins found themselves making love. It was gentle and delicate, something that would ingrain itself into their memories for the next few months.

A few days passed and it was time for the King's Caravan to depart. News of Bran's recovery was kept muted. It was revealed that he was awake, but the Stark's told everyone that he wasn't talking for some reason, and they made sure to keep Bran in his room and away from prying eyes until the King's Caravan was gone. So naturally, Bran was bored out of his skull sitting in bed all the time, just waiting for nighttime so he could get up and move around. Catelyn hadn't left his side either, and tried to keep him entertained with stories.

The only other interesting thing to happen, was that early one morning Visenya and Jaehaerys both saw Tyrion Lannister, slap the crown prince. It was kinda funny, and both twins got a good chuckle out of seeing the meek little bastard stalk off in shame.

It had surprised the Stark's to hear that Visenya and Jaehaerys would be returning to the wall with Benjen. They played it off like they had prior commitments, and had promised to assist training the men of the Night's Watch, but still it saddened them that the twins would be leaving again, so soon.

Though with that being said, the Stark clan was being split up. Bran, Robb, Catelyn, and Rickon were staying at Winterfell, while Ned, Arya, and Sansa were heading to King's Landing.

During this time, the twins also learned that Ned had agreed to betroth Sansa to Prince Joffrey. That was something that interested the two. Visenya more so, as she had plans to manipulate the little bastard and use him to her advantage.

Jaehaerys didn't like it. Despite not being very close, Sansa was still family, and he didn't like the idea of her being betrothed to the son of the bastard that had murdered their father.

Other then that, little else of any note occurred and the King's Caravan was set to leave. The twins had a short goodbye with the Stark's that were remaining in Winterfell. Both twins informed Robb that they'd be back soon after they finished with their obligations at the wall. He held them too it, and told them they were always welcome in Winterfell.

The two also left a quiet goodbye to Bran who had to still pretend to be unable to speak. They both promised they'd see him again soon, and despite pretending to be mute, he grinned at them.

Also before leaving, Jaehaerys had a gift made for Arya. Seeing as how the little She-wolf was always following them about and aspired to be just like Visenya, Jaehaerys had a small sword made for her. It was a long thin and simplistic sword. Something small, that would fit the frame of someone shorter and lighter. It was more like a fencing sword then an actual combat blade but hey, Arya had to start somewhere and something light and fast would suit her. Naturally the girl was jubilant at receiving such a gift and thanked Jaehaerys profusely for it.

Once that was all out of the way, the twins and Benjen followed Ned's group out onto the King's Road where they said their goodbyes to one another.

"You two stay out of trouble." Ned told them, earning a chuckle from Jaehaerys, while Visenya simply smirked and rolled her eyes.

"I could say the same to you Lord Stark. Be weary of the vipers in King's Landing." Visenya warned, earning a somber nod from Ned.

"Stay safe. We'll see you again soon." Jaehaerys added earning another nod from Ned.

"Keep an eye on each other, alright. I still don't know how you learned the truth, and honestly, I no longer care. I'm sure Benjen has spoken of her to you, but when we meet again, we'll talk about your mother." Ned informed them, earning a nod of acceptance from the twins.

"We'd appreciate that." Jaehaerys stated.

"You two may not be mine, but you're still my blood. Keep each other safe, will you." Ned commanded, earning another nod from the twins.

"We'll see you soon, uncle." Visenya stated, earning a nod and a small smile from Ned as he turned on his horse and moved to join up with the rest of the caravan.

From there the twins moved to join Benjen and his troop, which consisted of about ten prisoners, and one Tyrion Lannister. The fact that the Imp would be joining them on their trip up to the wall was quite surprising. It seems the little lord wanted to see the wall, and saw the only opportunity he'd ever get being this far north.

To keep Tyrion from getting suspicious, as soon as there was an opening, Visenya separated from the group and used one of the Palantir to contact the Witch King. She ordered him to remove their forces from Castle Black, and to have the Night's Watch keep quiet about the truth. She wasn't going to be there to erase Tyrion's memories if he saw something he shouldn't have, and thus it'd be best for him not to notice anything at all was amiss.

Shortly after sending that message, Visenya underwent the process of drawing another servant out of the Void. This time, her intention was to draw forth someone that could take over Jaehaerys' training and aid him while she was away.

She thought deeply about which of her servants could fulfill the task, but also didn't have a face that would terrify small children, or in this case, alert Tyrion Lannister that there was anything amiss in the North.

Eventually she settled on one and began the process of drawing him out of the void.

Jaehaerys stood watch and after several moments, a man began to appear. This man was clad in dark clothes. He wore a long-sleeved, pitch black tunic, and black trousers, both had silver trimming that made them seem a bit more expensive, while still maintaining the look of work clothes. Over these, he a long dark fur cloak, reminiscent of the one warn by Jaehaerys, or Ned Stark. He was also wore dark gray boots that seemed to be covered in some sort of scales, yet at the same time, looked to be made of leather.

The man was quick to materialize and unlike Draco, his first instinct was to bow, as if sensing Visenya's presence.

"Ah Victor, welcome… it has been far too long." Visenya stated in that language that Jaehaerys could only guess was her mother tongue from her past life.

"My lady. How may I be of service?" He replied in a different language to the one Visenya had used.

"First, take this." Visenya commanded as she withdrew some of her thoughts and memories and passed them to him, much like she had done with Draco.

The unknown man was quick to absorb them and after several seconds of twitching and shaking he lifted his head to focus his gaze on Visenya.

"Your will. My hands." The man stated in the common tongue.

Hearing that, Jaehaerys quickly took note of the symbol emblazoned on the back of a glove he wore on his hand. The Symbol was the same as the one Draco held. A slitted eye, wreathed in fire.

"Another member Talon of the Black Hand?" Jaehaerys inquired.

"Yes. Jaehaerys this is Victor Krum. Victor this is my beloved twin brother Jaehaerys. Your orders are simple, I am departing for a short while and while I am absent I require someone to continue my brother's training. He is well learned in the art of sword fighting, though the lack of suitable cores, has prevented me from creating him a wand. Instead he's learning to utilize combat runes, much like you used in battle. You are to continue his training, and ensure he does not slack off while I am gone." Visenya explained, earning a powerful nod from the man.

"It will be done. By the time you return he will be more powerful then any man." Victor replied. Jaehaerys took this opportunity to get a good look at the guy's face. He had a cold and hard look about him. His face made him look almost like a Northman, but his hair was cut incredibly short, as was his beard which was fashioned into a goatee. He had dark hair and even darker eyes. He was about as tall as Jaehaerys but much broader in the chest and arms. It was obvious while wearing the cloak, that this man was incredibly fit.

"Good. My only rules are to keep him alive, keep his face pretty and under no circumstances are you allowed to break his manhood." Visenya stated earning a snort of amusement from Victor and a glare from Jaehaerys.

She quickly threw a smirk at her twin, and despite himself, he couldn't help but falter in his glare as he took note of the seductive gleam in her eyes.

Victor let out a chuckle and rose to his feet. He was quick to turn and face Jaehaerys locking eyes with the younger of the twins.

"It seems I am to be the one to teach you the art of combat runes. My lady must have high hopes for you if she has asked me to see to your training." Victor stated.

"I'll try not to disappoint." Jaehaerys stated, earning a nod from Victor as Visenya let out another chuckle.

"You'd best not, Baby brother. I expect to hear good things upon my return." Visenya stated as she approached her twin. The two met in an embrace, and held each other for several long moments.

"Time to go?" Jaehaerys whispered.

"I think it's for the best." Visenya replied as she pulled away from him and offered him a smile.

"Be safe." Jaehaerys stated.

"You know me. Make me proud baby brother." Visenya replied and then with a loud noise, Visenya Apparated away.

Jaehaerys stared at where she had been for several long moments before turning to Victor.

"Let's go and join up with my uncle. If anyone asks, tell them you met Visenya and I during out travels several months ago. Also be sure to refer to us as Jon and Lyarra while in the presence of Tyrion Lannister." Jaehaerys ordered, earning a nod from Victor.

"My lady granted me some of her memories of this place. I will keep your true identity a secret and will ensure that the Imp is unaware of your deceptions." Victor replied.

With a nod the two set out to rejoin their party.

It took less then an hour to catch back up with Benjen who was the first to inquire as to Visenya's absence. Tyrion also took note of Visenya suddenly vanishing and even joked about her suddenly turning into a man.

Victor only let out a snort of amusement in reply and kept mostly quiet while Jaehaerys informed them that Victor was a friend he and his twin had met during their travels and he offered to come join them at Castle Black. He also informed the party that Visenya had to run a few errands and would meet them at Castle Black in a fortnight or two. Hopefully enough time for Tyrion to see what he wanted too and then leave.

The Imp seemed to buy their lie, and openly admitted that is was a shame she wouldn't be there to enjoy the coziness of Castle Black with them. Despite being exceptionally good looking, he had always wanted to have a conversation with an actual witch.

This of course earned a scowl from Jaehaerys, as it seemed that even in the south people had heard rumors about Visenya.

The group quickly made their way to Castle Black with Jaehaerys keeping as low a profile as he could. The Rangers played their parts well in pretending like nothing was wrong, and considering a lot of Watchmen were sent to the wall from the south led many to take great pride of fooling the southerners into thinking nothing was amiss.

Jaehaerys had few interactions with Tyrion though all of them were cordial. The Imp, despite his reputation, was well spoken, inquisitive and friendly. He was condescending at times, but mostly in a teasing manner. If anything, Jaehaerys would admit that he liked the small man. He was a good conversationalist and was wise beyond his years.

During those first few days at Castle Black, Jaehaerys worked alongside Victor and Ser Alliser in training the new recruits. While Jaehaerys was quick to bond with them, he quickly formed a special bond with the recruit named Samwell Tarly.

Sam was a large round man, and a bit of a coward. He quickly earned the ire of Ser Alliser for his lack of bravery or martial skill. Jaehaerys would stand up for Sam on occasion though he was always quick to reprimand Sam, telling him that he wouldn't always be there, and that Ser Alliser wasn't going to quit until he either ran Sam out or turned him into something of use to the watch, or in this case, to Jaehaerys and Visenya.

While lacking in combat abilities, Sam made up for it in his knowledge. He was the son of Randell Tarly, a man who was once incredibly loyal to the Targaryen line and even managed to beat back Robert Baratheon. There were ties there, ties Jaehaerys intended to seize upon, to the aid of his twin, who he was sure would approve of such gains.

Several days passed at Castle Black before Tyrion Lannister finally departed to return south. While happy to see the Imp depart, Jaehaerys did acknowledge the young Lion might be a powerful ally in the future and resolved to send word to his twin about what he had learned and also, what he thought.

A full day passed after Tyrion departed, before the newest recruits were gathered before Jaehaerys and told the truth of what was really happening at Castle Black. Sam and the others stood in awe as Jaehaerys told them of his lineage and of his intentions to reclaim the Seven kingdoms along with his twin. The sudden arrival of Midir, aided in furthering his point, and out of newfound respect, friendship, or fear, the newest recruits bent the knee and joined.

Once the truth was revealed and the Orcs allowed to return, Jaehaerys friendship with Sam grew. He showed his new friend magic, and even allowed him to watch as he learned from Victor, how to channel magic into powerful combat spells, through the runes inscribed on his arms.

It was several days later, when Sam revealed that he had always wanted to be a wizard when he was little, that Jaehaerys actually approached Victor and inquired as to whether or not such a thing was possible.

Victor merely shrugged in reply and responded by saying that if Sam had the gift, then yes, it was possible. In ancient times, Sam would have displayed his magical gifts long ago if he had them, however in this new age, magic was much more stagnant, and thus required a bit of effort to draw forth. Only those exceptionally powerful in magic could draw upon it without aid in these day. Those with average or even above average skill were less lucky, and most went their entire lives without harnessing it. Just look at the Stark's or the Targaryen's, both held powerful magic within them, yet barely any in either family were able to use it, without any training.

So that night, Jaehaerys contacted his twin, through a two-way mirror she had provided for him. He informed her about his thoughts and asked if it was possible to determine if Sam had the ability, and if it was possible to train him.

Visenya's response was for him to ask the Witch King. If the Nazgul could detect magic within the large Tarly, then yes, it would be possible to train him. Difficult, given his age, but possible if he tried hard enough.

While Visenya did warn Jaehaerys about taking on possible students or an apprentice as he was still young and had much to learn himself, she did approve of him starting to gather magical allies. Magic equaled might and the more they had, the easier it would be to subdue this chaotic world they lived in. She would allow Jaehaerys to seek out possible magical recruits but it would fall on his shoulders to ensure that they kept up with their training and remained unshakably loyal.

"Come on." Jaehaerys called back as he made his way across the top of the wall. Sam followed behind him, weary of traversing the wall in the dark, especially since they were a decent ways away from Castle Black by now.

"Is there a reason we're traipsing around in the dark? I mean, you own the entire wall, what possible reason could you have for secrecy?" Sam asked as they made their way forward.

"Not secrecy. We're meeting someone." Jaehaerys replied as they entered a large gap in the battlements along the wall, which left merely a flat surface to stand on. Waiting on that surface was one of the Nine, the Witch King himself.

Sam came to sudden halt when he spotted the darkened figure. While Jaehaerys was friendly enough, the orcs frightened the portly man, and the dark ones that moved here or there, never saying a word, yet always seemingly present, frightened him far more.

Jaehaerys glanced back and offered his friend a look of understanding. He quickly marched back and took Sam by the arm, guiding him forward towards the darkened figure.

"You asked why we came here, this is why. I'm not skilled enough to detect magic in others, but he is. Here, away from anyone else, he can tell us if you have any ability to use magic. If you do, then perhaps you can learn how to use it." Jaehaerys explained.

"You think I can use magic?" Sam asked, sending a glance towards his friend, but also keeping an eye on the Witch King.

"You aren't afraid of it. Those without magic, or any sense of it, tend to fear that which they have no understanding of. You might have some inborn ability to use magic, if only a bit. Magic itself stagnated long ago. In age's past, those born with the power would display it on their own, without the need for any sort of training. Nowadays, unless the practitioner is extremely powerful, they wont be able to draw upon it on their own. You could have the gift, yet never realize it, because of this stagnation. The Witch King can sense magic. He can tell us if you have it within you." Jaehaerys replied earning a nod of understanding from Sam, who still looked unnerved by the presence of the Witch King himself.

Once presented before the Dark figure, Sam dropped to a knee, trying his hardest to not shake. He was comforted by Jaehaerys presence but the Witch King was a being, beyond understanding. It's mere presence drove terror into the hearts of men and woman, bold and cowardly, strong and weak, big and small. No man was immune to the imposing aura of the dark warrior.

With no noise what so ever, the Witch King raised a gauntlet-ed hand and held it over Sam. For several moments, nothing happened, then Sam let out a gasp, as he felt a sharp and powerful tug on his chest. The Witch King lowered his hand and sent a glance towards Jaehaerys, offering a nod as it turned and strode away.

Sam was quickly on his knees gasping out in pain and surprise. Jaehaerys knelt next to him, placing a comforting hand on his friend's back.

"I'm guessing that means I failed?" Sam offered, halfheartedly.

"No. You didn't fail, Sam. You have magic within you. That tug you just felt, that was power. Power that lay dormant within you. Think of it like ice. Right now, it's frozen, and difficult to move. However… if you add a bit of heat… you'll find it's much easier to work with." Jaehaerys replied as he offered a hand to Sam and pulled the man to his feet.

"So… that means that I can learn magic?" Sam asked as he got back to his feet and gave Jaehaerys a curious look.

"Yes, it does. We'll have to find the right kind of focus for you, and speak with Victor and my sister, to see what they think. Congratulations Sam. Learning to use magic is an immense responsibility, I hope you're up for it." Jaehaerys offered, giving Sam a nod.

"I hope so as well. I never thought I'd actually get the chance to learn magic. Now that the possibility has presented itself, I don't know what to make of it. It all feels kinda like a dream." Same replied.

"I know what you mean. When I was younger, I knew magic was real. I'd seen my twin perform it, I knew she was responsible for the strange things that had occurred around Winterfell. When she offered to teach me how to use it, I almost couldn't believe it. It wont be easy, the older you get, the harder it is to control. It's not impossible though, so once we find you a focus, you're gonna need to work hard." Jaehaerys told him as the two headed back along the wall.

"I will… and thank you… for believing in me." Sam replied.

Jaehaerys offered a nod in reply, and the two headed back.

-The Next Day Hundreds of leagues south-

Visenya sat atop a horse, clad in Baratheon Armor. Her face was that of a man she had killed a few days prior, and now mimicked with her metamorph abilities. No more then twenty yards away sat the fat king and his new hand. The two were sitting beneath a tree along a pleasant meadow, discussing the past and their travels during that time. King Robert joked that the two of them should just leave the caravan behind and venture out on their own for some adventure. Ned, being Ned, refused. Stating that they now had wives, and duties, and that such times were passed them. Talk then quickly turned to the Rebellion and some of the woman Robert had bedded. He even tried to recall the fake name of the woman Ned claimed to be the twin's mother, but obviously it didn't come to him without some help from Ned.

Talk then turned to the Targaryen's, and Visenya nearly grinned at the look on Ned's face. Robert frothed about how he dreamed of murdering her father every night, and he even produced a letter delivered to him recently that spoke of Daenerys marriage to Khal Drogo.

Ned dismissed it, as nothing more than an annoyance, but Robert snarled at the idea of simply ignoring the slowly rising threat of the Targaryen's in the East. Had he known that the true Targaryen heir sat no more then twenty meters away, he might've died of a heart attack, at that exact moment.

Visenya kept herself from smirking at that thought, her face held impassive as she scanned the surroundings like a good little sentry. And though she looked like one, her ears picked up every whisper and even Robert's final words to Ned.

"There's a War coming Ned. I don't know when, and I don't know who we'll be fighting, but I can feel it in my bones." He had said, and at that Visenya very nearly let out a laugh. Oh, if the fat king only knew.

-Elsewhere-

The sound of movement filled the air as the mighty Khalasar marched East, away from Pentos.

Daenerys sat upon her beautiful white horse, by her side was her brother Viserys and behind them, rode Ser Jorah Mormont and Draco Malfoy.

"Where are you from Draco?" Ser Jorah inquired. They had been on the road for several days now as the Khalasar headed out away from the edge of Essos and deeper into the continent.

"I doubt you've heard of it Ser Jorah. I hail from a land far from here, Britain was it's name." Draco replied.

"Was?" Daenerys inquired as she glanced back at the two, having been listening in to their conversation and also being curious about the strange man with the glowing eyes.

"My land was destroyed long ago, my lady." Draco replied.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Daenerys offered, earning a smile from Draco.

"How was it destroyed?" Ser Jorah inquired.

"A great cataclysm shook the earth, and shortly afterwards the whole of my land was swallowed by the sea, I was only a small boy when it occurred." Draco answered.

"Tragic. Do you remember much of your time there?" Daenerys questioned, again earning a smile from Draco.

"Yes. I remember quite a lot actually. In fact, my homeland was quite a lot like the North in Westoros. Rolling hills, green and gray. Rain and Cold. An incredible contrast to Essos." Draco replied smoothly as he gazed up at the skies.

"It must be strange for you, being so far from home. You said that your lady bid you come to us?" Daenerys inquired.

"Yes. My Lady has a vested interest in seeing the Targaryen's return to power." Draco informed them.

"And why is that?" Came the question from Viserys. He threw a glance back at Draco, eyeing him curiously as they continued to ride.

I didn't ask. I am a loyal servant and my lady ordered me to aid you in returning to Westoros and ensuring that the Targaryen's return to their proper place on the Iron Throne." Draco stated.

"Your Lady sounds like a smart woman. If your aid proves useful you and she will find yourselves greatly rewarded once I take back my crown." Viserys told him with a smirk. Draco offered a smile and a nod to show that he was pleased to hear that.

"Does your illustrious master have a name?" Ser Jorah inquired.

"Idhrendes. She is known as the Lady of Gifts, in my land. A fitting title for one so vibrant as she." Draco responded, earning a curious look from his traveling companions.

"Why is she called the Lady of Gifts?" Daenerys asked.

"Well, as the name suggests, she was well known for bestowing exquisite gifts to those around her. Beautiful jewelry, expertly crafted swords and armor, even specially minted gold that was said to glimmer with such extravagant beauty that men would horde it all to themselves, rather then spend it. Those jewels you wear, along with the knife bestowed to Khal Drogo, were both gifts from my lady. She can be quite fanciful when she wants to be." Draco informed them with a charming grin.

"She sounds like quite the lady. When will I be able to meet with her?" Viserys inquired.

"She awakes you in Westoros your Grace. Even now, she is busy gathering allies in preparation for the day that the Targaryen's reveal themselves to the world once more and reclaim what is rightfully theirs." Draco responded.

While Jorah and Daenerys looked thoughtful at that, Viserys smirked. Perhaps he had found a possible consort to aid him in taking the throne. If this Lady of Gifts was as wealthy as her servant made it sound, then she could be quite useful.

The group rode in relative quiet as they continued onward. Draco maintained an air of quiet contemplation, though in reality, he was observing everything around himself and preparing several plans to begin influencing the Targaryen's towards his master's ultimate goal.

Daenerys would be easily influenced. She was naive and malleable. She lacked confidence and desired safety. Viserys was easy to read without Legilimency. His desires and how far he'd go to obtain them was well known to Draco even after only sharing a handful of moments with the man. Ser Jorah had taken to guarding the siblings, though his true motivations were much more sinister. He played the part of a guardian seeking redemption quite well, though his true motivations were quickly discovered by Draco after a quick peek into the man's mind. He was a spy for Varys, The Spider.

As they rode, plans took shape in Draco's mind. Both Targaryen's were easy enough to manipulate, and the treacherous knight could be used to filter false leads back to King Robert. This could work to their advantage. Draco would get in good with the Targaryen's and guide them along the proper path so that their actions would support Visenya. Viserys would probably be a problem in that regard, but that was no major issue. His desires and drives could be adjusted through multiple methods and if for whatever reason the man proved to have some form of immunity then he would simply be dealt with. His dark mistress had no qualms about killing family, the only one to ever be exempt from her wrath had been Harry Potter, and that had nothing to do with their familial connection.

Visenya was much the same. Blood ties were important to her, but not so important that she would put up with troublesome individuals or allow them to impede her. While much more lucid after all these years, his dark lady had lost none of her spirits potency, and her cunning and strength remained fully intact. She was much less beast now then she had been so long ago, but that did not make her less dangerous. In fact it only enhanced her threat.

Draco allowed a small smile to slip onto his face as his mind drifted towards future conquests and what they may bring.

-Elsewhere-

"Please…" A woman begged the darkened figure that hung above her.

"Illyrio Mopatis." The Nazgul hissed out.

"He has departed for Westoros. We do not expect him back for many days." The woman replied. Around her lay the slaughtered remains of the magister's entire staff, slaughtered by the Wraith in an unnatural and brutal display of strength.

The wraith let out an angry hiss and thrust it's sword through the woman's abdomen. She was dead within seconds.

The wraith glanced around the now silent estate. It had just finished executing every single person present for Illyrio's deception in hiding a dragon egg from the wraith during it's last visit. After Draco had reported that Daenerys was presented one from the magister, Visenya ordered Draco to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't hatch the egg until the proper moment. It was clear that Visenya intended for Draco to use the allure of a real dragon to ensure the cooperation of the two Targaryen, however that still left Illyrio who now knew that Daenerys had one.

When the man returned from Westoros, he would find his entire estate sacked, and every single one of his valuables stolen. The price for treachery to the one who would rule them all. To the Nazgul, it didn't matter whether they flew her flag yet or not, every single person was subservient to their dark master, and it anyone stood against her, then they were traitors and the Nazgul despised those they betrayed their master more then anyone else.

-A short while later-

Visenya sat on a fallen tree branch whistling to herself. She still wore the face of the Baratheon man she had killed and had mascaraed as for the duration of their trip down the King's Road. Now she sat waiting. She could hear rustling in the forest around her, and a moment later a Direwolf burst through the foliage and ran up to her.

Visenya smiled as she held out a hand to the wolf. It was Nymeria.

Nymeria recognized Visenya's scent despite her change in appearance and the wolf slowly trotted up to her. Visenya ran her hand through the wolf's fur as it reached her, no more then ten minutes prior, Visenya had watched from the forest as Prince Joffrey attacked Arya and a friend of hers. Then she watched as he was bitten by Nymeria and then threatened by Arya who ran into the forest.

Visenya kept an eye on Arya for several moments and as soon as she chased off the direwolf, Visenya moved to intercept it. A direwolf was a powerful ally to have.

Using her magic, Visenya filled the beast's head with direction. After a few moments she barked and dashed off into the forest. Visenya knew the wolf would make it to a nearby town where it would meet up with one of the Nazgul and be taken up to the Wall were Jaehaerys, Ghost and Phantom were. That would make three Direwolves they had at their disposal.

A short while later Visenya, still under disguise, found herself in the royal tent where King Robert and Ned were arguing about what happened. It ended with Robert telling everyone to piss of and pretty much guaranteeing that nothing would be done about it. But before he could make it out of the tent, Cercei, the Queen coerced him into having Sansa's direwolf Lady killed. Robert caved and Ned was forced to take on the role of executioner.

Visenya merely let out a sigh and slipped away before everyone else. She made her way to Lady and repeated her earlier actions with Nymeria. Once the wolf was freed Visenya transfigured a log into the female direwolf and tied it back to the post where the real one had been kept.

Now they would have four direwolves to take care of. And with the Nazgul arriving at the wall with the two dragon eggs plus Samwell Tarly beginning his training Visenya knew her little brother would find himself quite busy in the coming days.

Another few days went by when the caravan made it's last stop before King's Landing. They were less then a day away from the city but Robert had an itch he needed scratched.

Visenya sat with a few other Baratheon men drinking down some ale when her attention drifted over to a girl who was serving drinks. She looked Dornish but there was something about her that drew Visenya's attention. It was her meek and almost fearful attitude. She seemed almost tense around the Baratheon and Lannister men. Visenya gazed at her for several long moments before a Lannister man turned his gaze at the young woman and eyed her lustfully.

Visenya could tell that the girl felt his eyes on her and slinked away nervously. His gaze followed her for several moments before he suddenly turned away feeling a cold chill pass through him. The man himself had no clue why he suddenly felt so uneasy but Visenya knew. For before her eyes a ghost stepped between the drunken Lannister man and the young woman. This ghost nearly caused Visenya's jaw to fall open, for it was clad in silver armor adorned with the sigil of the house Targaryen.

Visenya felt the crowd within the tavern shift nervously about, they all felt the presence of the ghost but none of them could see it. Only Visenya could see the ghostly figure. The undead guardsman scanned the crowd until his haunting visage fell on Visenya and his eyes widened. Visenya locked eyes with the ghost and for a moment neither moved. Then Visenya smirked and raised her drink to the ghostly figure. She fully intended to figure out who that man was and who the woman was as well, theories were already forming in her mind, but for right now, it wouldn't do to break appearances.

It was then that the ghost did something Visenya had no been expecting, he turned and motioned towards a wall, and from it, emerged four other ghostly knights, all clad in silver armor, adorned with the Targaryen crest.

A smirk touched at her lips despite the face she wore. These knights must have been able to tell who she was beneath the transformation.

Her theory proved true as all five knelt in unison.

Visenya's smirk grew until she felt eyes on her. Visenya's eyes quickly shot towards the one person in the room that she suspected could also see the ghosts, and Visenya's eyes met the young woman's.

"Hello." Visenya whispered into her mind earning a surprised gasp from the woman.

"What? How? Wh-What?" The woman thought as she took a fearful step back. At that moment Visenya saw images flash through the woman's mind and in that instant, Visenya knew who she was.

Without waiting, Visenya downed the rest of her drink rose to her feet and marched across the room, she passed through the kneeling ghost's now fully understanding their purpose. She walked right up to the dark haired young woman and linked arms with her.

"Hello my dear, let's have a chat shall we?" Visenya whispered, her tone coming out as her true voice rather then the Baratheon soldier's voice.

The girl couldn't say anything, nor did she struggle as Visenya guided her out of the tavern followed diligently by the five ghosts. She needed some answers, and she no longer could wait. Her trip into the capitol had just taken an unexpected turn.

-To Be Continued-

Alright here's the next chapter. Again sorry it took so long but I guarantee the next one wont take nearly as long, I've got some time off coming up and I plan on doing a lot of writing so you'll see another chapter up in a week or two. Later.