Chapter 8
On a black sand beach facing the Golden Island sat a group of 1,000 men who proudly waved the 4 crows with lightning, high was the fire and many was the drinks. One of the triumvirate of leaders was Prendahl na Ghezn who was enjoying the calm night before war would come near their peninsula. The Dry Peninsula was where they called home for the last 6 moons and would be moving on soon.
The Stormcrows had come to the Dry Peninsula for a contract with the pirate queen Madeline who like pirates before her had conquered the Stepstones. Her sister Jasmine Tour'e approached the company with the plans and the gold. Listening to the plan they could not agree and get a majority of the vote either way so they took a quarter of the gold and would sit near the action to see how they were doing against the Savage Wolf. Daario Naharis was the main one in the camp wanting to stay out of their war.
The plan the pirate queen laid about concerning what led up to the war is where Daario was worried. Based on the plans nothing could go wrong or you would have a pissed off strong kingdom in Westeros coming for your blood. They had been sitting on the beach listening to the reports of her being dominated by the sea and on land. Both captains had been thankful for Daario's insight.
From a distance came a ship bearing the banner of the newly minted noble pirate House of Ormollen. On the ship sat a finely dressed man in his mid 30's bearing a confident smirk. His bright blue tunic bearing a blue rose on a salmon pink background. The man came off the small boat with a smile and chest full of dragons.
"Gentleman what a pleasure to see you this chilly night. I see you wanted an view advantage of our victory when they attempt to the take the Golden Island." He said smirking receiving the glass of wine his servant poured for him.
"From what I hear you only took down 60 of their ships and you only escaped with 80 still afloat. I also hear they are already planning on making the Pandora into the flagship for Lord Torrhen Stark. Andreas Clawfinger was a mightier warrior to ever be caught is what you said to us six moons ago." Daario mocked in a knowing he was right tone. Daario came walking up with this long hair braided and long beard split and braided as well.
"Watch your mouth sellsword we will get back on track. We still have the Dwig twins and their 500 ships plus with Tyroshi support they don't stand a chance. I hear the new Master of War Maxwell Tour'e is already coming up with a strategy to beat the wolves back for good." Tregar Ormollen said sneering in an arrogant voice.
"That is what her second cousin? Her brother was an idiot and ran into a building in the middle of a field when he could have had and escape ship on the other side of island. Jasmine Tour'e cannot put up proper defenses to keep the wolf's navy back. I am starting to doubt the accomplishments of the Tour'e family. Seeing as how you were adopted into them I guess the pear does not fall far from tree." Daario retorts back angering Tregar enough to pull his steel blade he got off a Tully ship captain.
Daario responded by pulling his dagger quicker and weaved in under a wild strike and pressed the steel against Tregar's throat.
"Daario we can be civil with them, they have brought a ship full of gold with them so lets hear them out." Sallor the Bald came up holding a pear he was munching on. Daario sheathes his dagger walking back to his makeshift seat in the sand.
"Now what can we do to help you Tregar?" Sallor asked.
"We would like to double your fees to help us with the wolves. We have a good plan and Tyrosh support now. Those few battle were mere hiccups, we are ready to sail and cage the wolves for good." Tregar finished with the elegance of a court speaker.
From the distance you could hear Daario who was clapping loudly.
"Beautiful speech good sir, the matter of the fact is the way I see it whether we chance having our throats slit or not the wolves will control the Stepstones and Tyrosh. We hear rumblings of them helping Myr conquer the disputed lands after they are done. Prendahl did you ever think you would see the day Westeros would conquer a Free City?" Daario posed the question to his long time sellsword friend. That being said he still had honor of a sellsword friend or not.
"Daario we will hear their plan out, now Tregar since that is double our fee we will listen to your proposal." Sallor the Bald told Tregar. Tregar went on about that plan about the land and sea defense on the Sleeping Refuge. The selling points for all except Daario was when they found out the legendary pit fighter Randyll Harloon and Greyjoy's main commander during their rebellion Amelia Pyke would be leading their forces.
After a quick vote with all the commanders and captains Daario got out voted 5 to 1. They knew there was no way they could lose with Harloon and Pyke.
That night a happy Tregar left with a ship less of gold and an additional 1,000 forces that would support the already impressive 7,000 on the Sleeping Refuge. Victory would be theirs.
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The news of their kings success in the Stepstones had Winterfell in a happy frenzy which had Lady Sarra running around in a circle. Today would be a large court with the Edmure Tully and Lord Hoster Roote of Lord Harroway's Town coming to talk with her. House Roote who was only a few miles north of Harrenhal had been in discussions with the current castellan of Harrenhal Mors Umber to pledge themselves to the future king of Westeros.
Walking up to the doors of the throne room she entered with Princess by her side and little Abigail holding her hand. Abigail had been confirmed that she would never see again so they were taking it one day at a time. They expected her to cry and throw a fit but being by her twin Jocelyn helped her cope.
Walking into the throne room she saw all the lords here had sworn themselves to King Torrhen II so they all bowed and curtsied.
"Entering is the Wardness of the North, Lady of Winterfell, and sister of King Torrhen Stark the second of his name; Princess Sarra Stark with Princess Abigail." Ser Cregan Cassel who was the youngest son of Martyn Cassel. Martyn who had been at the Tower of Joy had pledged his silence, he had been honored when Sarra had approached him inquiring if his son who was more literate than his eldest two boys were would be able to take over the role of court orator.
Sarra approached the throne that her cousin Arthur would be given in a few years. Her sister who had the other twin was already beside the throne in a curtsy for the role she was fulfilling. Jocelyn was adorable doing her best curtsy as well almost falling over only being held up by the teeth of Lola Lyarra's wolf.
She climbed the stairs holding Abigail's hand who had learned over the past two weeks to feel each step before taking it. It was hard not to be inspired by the little 4 year old. The past week they had a huge feast in honor of the twins nameday. Taking her seat everybody went into the position they were in before.
"Cregan what is the first thing on our agenda?" Sarra asked as she put her niece on her lap.
"Princess Sarra we will be starting off with a distinguished visitor in the form of House Tully." Cregan said signalling for the guards to open the door to a ten man party.
As they approached the throne the lead man a thin man of little muscle bearing the Tully sigil came forward.
"Princess I thank you for welcoming us into your home. I am Edmure Tully and I have been sent here to pledge House Tully to the rule of King Torrhen Stark the second of his name of House Stark in Harrenhal." Edmure said laying his sword which looked barely used. Another man stepped up beside him.
The large man with the beard that would make Torrhens run and hide laid his greatsword on the ground as well.
"Princess Sarra, my name is Lord Hoster Roote of Lord Harroway's Town just outside your future capital and home. Please allow me to officially lay my sword before you and pledge my oath and loyalty to King Torrhen Stark the second of his name and House Stark of Harrenhal." He said with conviction. Sarra had been expecting him to come from the letters of Mors Umber.
"I Princess Sarra Stark on behalf of my brother King Torrhen Stark the second of his name accept your pledges and oaths. Rise gentleman." Sarra stated before the court and they obeyed.
"Princess Sarra I have a request if I may be so bold?" Edmure asked getting the nod from Sarra who had now taken off her small iron princess crown with blue jewels. Abigail was enjoying feeling the blue jewels and the wolf insignia.
"House Stark has now opened 4 schools I believe you called them in the North. With you accepting all no matter high or low they are your people are more motivated than ever to serve Winterfell. I understand for poor farmers they must pay 10% of their crops additional for each child to go to school which is more than reasonable. Us your loyal servants in Riverrun are requesting assistance with setting up a school of our own." Edmure stated having the figures he would be able to put aside for it.
"Maester William how many maesters do we have sitting around on their hands counting their arm hairs grow?" Sarra state eloquently.
"In total we have 150 maesters. 30 here in Winterfell, 25 in Port Lyanna, 23 in White Harbor, and 34 in Torrhen's Hol. Torrhen's Hol princess is getting people from the Free Cities attending. So in all we have 112 being used for teaching with ten more being administrative. So we have 28 free." Maester William reported to the court.
"Do you have a facility already Edmure?" Sarra asked as she took her crown back to the dismay of the little princess.
"Yes Princess Sarra, the building used to be an old Sept that has been abandoned since the days of Aegon the first. We can have it remodeled with in 3 moons." Edmure told her. They agreed to meet in the solar later with the maester to set the plans.
"Next up in court is the returning Lady Ashara Stark reporting in on her adventures." Cregan told the court and the doors opened up to reveal the always beautiful Ashara walking forward with Lord Vayon Poole with his daughter 13 year old Jeyne Poole. Next to her was a blonde girl about the same age with a large bruise on her face, it looked like she went fist to fist with someone. The next person was a beautiful girl of 14 with a large gash across her face. Lyarra could not help but laughing.
The girl ducked her head in humiliation, realizing her mistake Lyarra walked up to the girl and held her chin up.
"My dear I am not making fun of you, I am more making fun of my brother. You better be careful when Torrhen gets back here cause he will have a contest on who has the coolest scar. You both have received it in tragic ways most likely but if anyone can cheer you up about it Torrhen will." She assured the girl who smiled at the comment hearing this about her king twice already in two weeks.
Walking back to her spot Lyarra waved for her aunt to proceed.
"Princess Sarra thank you for seeing me here, you have met Bella who your good sister has requested becoming your Lady in Waiting. Your good sister has also sent you Lady Jeyne Poole as your other Lady in Waiting. She understands how busy you are and will be so she decided to send you some help." With a wave by Ashara Jeyne Poole and Bella Rivers steps forward and curtsies.
"Princess Sarra I am here to request to become your Lady in waiting, please let me help you with your duties and anything else you deem fitting." Jeyne Poole ask. Sarra looks to the loyal bannerman Vayon Poole who nods.
"Princess Sarra I know I am not a highborn lady but please let me help you make this kingdom great. Let me honor your brother King Torrhen the second of his name by serving you." Bella said in a highly rehearsed speech.
"Rise Lady Jeyne and Lady Bella I accept you into my service. Please meet me in the solar after dinner so we can discuss your responsibilities." The Pooles and Bella quickly fall into the crowd and Ashara reports how the war is going and regaling them with the stories of the battles. With a thanks from Princess Sarra she lets her aunt watch from the side. Desmera Redwyne who was also introduced to court as Lady Ashara's Lady in Wait stands obediently next to Ashara. She being the youngest child of Lord Paxter Redwyne added some possibilities going through Sarra's head.
"Lady Ashara have you sent a letter to Lord Paxton Redwyne informing him of the change of her service?" Sarra asked playing with Abby's hair.
"Yes Princess Sarra, as we were leaving Dorne I sent off the raven to him. I am expecting a response here in Winterfell." Ashara responded to her niece.
"Who's next Cregan?" Sarra asked. Next topic was a few of her bannerman coming in and reporting of the burning of the Septs and more people than ever turning to the old gods since the corruption came out of the Faith. More and more lords throughout the 7 kingdoms had been requesting weirwood seeds to plant their own on their lands.
The next major case was their cousin who came strolling in not only with Nymeria but two other large direwolves. The largest one which was just a bit smaller than Artos had pure white fur and black pupils. The next one had a black coat but nowhere as dark or as terrifying as Artos. The wolf looked around the court with it's hazel eyes looking for a threat. If Sarra had to guess she would have said they were sisters.
"Cousin may I ask why you have two friends with you? You did not go north the Wall now? Torrhen will kill me if you did." Sarra could only sigh as the twins direwolves went up to inspect the older females, they looked about the age of Artos.
"I was hunting de.. I mean rabbit with Nymeria and I came across these three beautiful creatures. I approached them and…." Sylvia was cut off by her mother.
"Sylvia I just get back and find out you just walked up to three wild grown direwolves. Also you are hunting deer when Lord Stark specifically said not too. We are going to have a long talk about this later." Ashara chastised her daughter not caring they were in court.
"Yes mother. I had a whole group of guards with me if it accounts for anything." She said weakly knowing how stupid it was. Sarra still holding Abigail but now hand in hand as they approached the two direwolves who let out a low growl. Princess growled back with authority, her wolf was small but it could be very intimidating.
The two barked something in acknowledgement and approached the princess. The largest of the two with her large muzzle smelled the little princess in her hands and lick her face getting a loud laugh from the girl and she pet her. Sarra knew she was not being the smartest person approaching them but something about these wolves just felt right, it would be corny to say they had the heart of the wolf but she felt it was true.
"Sylvia you are to finish the project for Rodwell's crypt and make them comfortable." Sarra ordered her cousin before returning to the throne. Sylvia nodded and walked out the door to get started right away.
The rest of court was used to talk about the building of infrastructure within the North. They planned for 10 bridges, 50 public housing structures and expanding the growing Winters Town.
Next to come up was a Septa Munroe who had become disillusioned with the Faith and how they were too deep into politics. After helping the Torrhen's Hol School of Advancement as they had started calling the new idea she had gained the confidence of the court and had pledged herself to the king in more ways than one. Torrhen had ways of making sure a woman could forget her vows. While still in her Septa outfit you could tell she had a nice curvy body with a cute face and blue eyes.
She dipped into a low curtsy before Princess Sarra.
"Princess a pleasure to see you again. I have come with 20 fellow sisters who desire to help in your schools. We know the maesters are starting to get busy so we would like to help teach some of the children." Septa Munroe said.
"Aye that will be fine Septa Munroe, you will be in charge of the sisters here in Winterfell till we move to Harrenhal and work directly with Maester William." Sarra commanded. It was not till another 2 hours they were finished and Sarra could do with a nap. The throne room had emptied for everyone except the Stark clan and the two Wolf Guard. Ashara walked up to her nephews Mors and Oberyn who were enjoying some more time they got to spend with each other. As soon as this war was over Mors would be headed back to Dorne like originally planned. The new plan had Arianne moving to Dorne within the year.
Oberyn who had grown his hair like his father had been given a hand carven sword that was a exact replica of Vengeance to the writing going down the side. After giving a similar one to Mors they gave their aunt a huge hug which made her smile. Both boys with the love of battle at a young age like their father grabbed the swords and ran out bragging who was going to beat who.
She then walked up to the excited four year old twins.
"Auntie what did daddy make for us?" Jocelyn asked Ashara holding Abigail's hand. Smiling Ashara pulled out 4 beautifully hand carved wolves that had been painted by some of the Myrish artist. One black one with red eyes had resembled their fathers wolf having his teeth exposed in attack formation. The next one was two wolves together that were using each other as a pillow for a nap. The fur white fur looked so realistic until you felt it.
The third one was a grey wolf with black stripes that was laying on the ground and chewing on what looked like a full size elk to scale. The final one was pure grey wolf that was stood tall letting out a howl. Each figure stood as tall as Greatjon Umber's hand.
Smiling Jocelyn grabbed the two that were napping on each other and handed it to her sister.
"Abby this is us." Jocelyn said as she handed to Abby. Abby had a smile on her face as she felt every bump and ridge, tracing her small fingers till she felt the sharp teeth. She reached out for Ashara's arm and followed her arm to her torso and kissed her kneeling aunt. Both girls with the help of their bodyguard went to go play.
"Auntie can you believe Torrhen can make those. I tried once and it turned out to look like an ugly squid. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't trying to make an wolf." Lyarra said getting a laugh from those around her.
Walking up to them came the beautiful Jorelle Mormont and the large and rugged Dormund Giantsbane.
"Princess Sarra, Lyarra we were going hunting and wondering if you wanted to come with us. We were going to see if we could get the huge bear terrorizing the Wolfswood." A nervous Dormund asked his princess and crush.
Before they could answer a happy Sylvia came running in.
"Let me come please. I promise I won't get in the way and will run when necessary." Sylvia pleaded. Both twins looked up at her mother who could only sigh in defeat knowing she would follow them anyway.
3 hours laters there were six people when Torregg decided to mess with his brother while protecting the princesses on his "date". After three hours of searching Lyarra and Jory went one way in the woods with Lola following, Sarra and Dormund went another way with Princess tailing, and Torregg the Wolf Guard was with the youngest child of Eddard and Nymeria.
"Can you believe how beautiful it is tonight princess." Dormund asked nervously as they walked under some Lyannas. Torrhen had changed into law that the blue winter rose forever north the neck would be reclassified as Lyannas, the law was even in Oldstown.
"Dormund if you call me princess one more time in private I will use you as bait for the bear." Sarra teased the nervous boy.
"Sorry princ… Sarra I guess I am just nervous, I want to ask you something." Dormund said as he stroked his growing beard to calm his nerves. A lot of females did not like northern beards but Sarra knew she could never be attracted to a skinny weakling without a beard like Edmure Tully, Edmure was very nice to her and respectful but that was not her type of ale.
"Before you proceed I must warn you before you lay a hand on me you will have to ask Torr for permission. I have feelings for you Dor but I will never betray my brothers trust." She said getting off the horse to sit by the red pond which was a beautiful shade of green due to the lack of full moon. Dormund smiled at her new nickname for him but then remembered Torrhen and gulped.
Following her lead he got off his horse and sat next to her on the ground as she looked like she was praying to the gods. He was about to say something when something he never expected to happen, she leaned over and had her lips meet his. The kiss only lasted 3 seconds but it made his heart stop.
"I said you can't touch me I never said anything about me touching you. And I approve of the courting but ask Torrhen, respect his decision also because if he says no and that I will have to perform my duty as princess and be married off I will obey." Sarra had said sadly picking up the Lyanna and placing it in her ear.
"I am a Stark through and through I will do my duty." She warned him how deep her loyalty went to her older brother and family. He went to go say something but Princess growled and ran off into the woods.
"Something's wrong." She said panicking and gracefully mounted her horse and rode off quickly gracefully like her Aunt Lyanna following Princess. Dormund not as graceful of a ride eventually caught up with Princess just in view.
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Lyarra and Jory had diverted their own path going north through Benjen's Path. Jory would look over nervously at Lyarra and when Lyarra would look at her Jory would divert her gaze quickly. After 20 minutes of this reaching a weirwood in the middle of the Wolfswood Lyarra dismounted her horse and walked it over a tree tieing securing it so her ride would not run away. Jory unsure how to proceed followed her princesses lead.
The weirwood had a small lake near it and with a small wink towards Jory she took off her hunting attire till she stood in her small clothes.
"Jory come join me for a dip." Lyarra asked/commanded.
"Princess I…" Jory stammered who had seen her in the same attire before but never in this setting.
"I thought all Mormont women were submissive to House Stark." The beautiful image of northern beauty said as she seductively walked over to Jory, she had been practicing the movements of her sisters Arianne and Rhaenys to perfect it.
Lyarra got so close to her that she could feel breath on her neck causing Jory's legs to shake with anticipation. When Jory went to lean in for a kiss Lyarra walked around her leaving the second to youngest Mormont craving Lyarra now.
With Lyarra behind Jory she started to loosen the sword belt and the hunting armor till it fell on the ground. Soon Jory as well was in her small clothes feeling very exposed.
When she expected more Lyarra once again walked away this time dipping her feet into the water till she was waist deep. Lyarra was using every technique Torrhen had taught her to make someone depend on your touch, to make it the only thing they want in life. It may be manipulation but she had been attracted to Jory for a long time and she knew it went the other way.
"Jory don't make your princess punish you for disobeying a direct order. Get in her now." Lyarra said pulling out the overlord card. Within seconds Jory was waist deep right next to Princess Lyarra.
Moving closer the female Stark hovered over meer inches over Jory's lips hearing the gasps from her. She went to go for the kiss only to be slapped on the cheek and having her cheeks held.
"Did I give you permission to touch me?" Lyarra asked in a dominant voice knowing Jory loved it.
"No Princess Lyarra I apologize please forgive me." Jory was now begging submissively. Lyarra lowered her hand down Jory's under breaches feeling her wet pussy getting a loud moan from her. She knew they were underwater but she had a feeling if they were above ground she would be dripping.
"Does someone want me?" Lyarra asked as she rubbed the pussy slowly sliding a finger in getting a wanting moan from the poor girl.
"Yes Princess Lyarra I want you so bad." Jory admitted.
"What will you do to get me?" Lyanna asked nibbling on the girl's earlobe.
"Anything you want I will kneel before you and submit but please let me have you. I will become your little bed whore. I will follow your orders above all." She said pleading her case to be used by Lyarra. At hearing this Lyarra extracted her hand getting a sad gasp from her till she yelp by her ponytail being pulled.
"Who is the one person above me." Lyarra asked pulling the hair harder. She hear the pain in Jory's voice but also felt the desire.
Jory could not believe she insulted her king like that.
"King Torrhen Stark is over us all." She answered quickly and receiving a kiss on the lips for the correct answer. Sarra and Sylvia may have been obsessed with serving her brother but that also went to her as well to a point. She was training with Ser Martyn Cassel to train as taking over the guards in Harrenhal to keep her brother and his family safe.
As Jory felt the kiss she melted into the mouth of Lyarra. They went to proceed farther till they heard Lola let out a loud howl and run off into the woods. Worried something happened with Sylvia or her sister she pushed away from Jory running to the shore only stopping on the way to her horse to grab her sword strapping it around her waist.
Jory ran quick to catch up to Lyarra finally catching up with her just as the wolf came back into view. The wolf ran too quick there was trouble.
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Sylvia and Torregg were enjoying watching Nymeria play around with a small tree rodent. The rodent would try to run up a tree only to have it's path cut off by the wolf. Sylvia knew the wolf was having fun with training, they had been training in increasing the direwolves speed for if a battle came to them.
"So do you think my brother has the balls to ask your cousin for a proper betrothal?" Torregg asked as his Wolf Guard cloak waved in the high moon air. It had been a joke around court that had a betting pool on when Dormund would officially approach Sarra. If it was tonight Torregg would win 5,000 dragons.
"The question is does he have the cock to make her howl like the wolf?" The always vulgar Sylvia responded as she looked at all the lightening bugs coming out. Looking up she saw a horde of bats flying overhead.
"Not if he is smart King Stark would dethrone him personally if he moved too quick without his approval."
"Torregg I want to one day take Ser Arthur's spot leading the Wolf Guard for my cousin or his children. Could you train me?" She said looking up at his wear his grey and silver cape proudly.
"You know what you're giving up right? I can never inherit, have a family, or any of that. If Obara wanted children ever in her life it's too late for her. You would leave yourself more options becoming a sworn sword. Once you kneel before King Torrhen asking to become a Wolf Guard you officially forfeit it all." Torregg advised her.
"I don't care about any of that I just want to serve House Stark like Torrhen does, father does, Sarra does. I want to be remembered as the She Wolf Commander." She said defiantly.
Torregg knew he would need to ask Torrhen but did not see any harm in training her a little. She was young so she would take the information like moss. Before he could answer Nymeria went into a defensive pose growling and howling for it's siblings.
The two of them circled their horses looking for the threat. Torregg saw an arrow catch the hindlegs of Sylvia's horse causing it to crash to the hard earth crushing her leg. Sylvia let out a loud scream from the pain. Before he could react he felt an arrow enter his shoulder and saw the same technique used to dismount him. He just rolled off in time.
Drawing his sword he stood over Sylvia who was crawling out from under the horse. From the shadows came 5 men and 2 women bearing swords and one with the bow. They were wildings from the looks of it.
"Look what he have here Talloak that armor would fetch us a pretty dragon." The leader said. The archer aimed two arrows at the horses heads killing them. Sylvia was devastated, the horse had been a combined gift from Torrhen and her father before they departed for war. Nymeria bared her teeth ready to tear a throat out to protect her mistress.
"Torg please let them go look at that wolf. North of the Wall we ran from them why are we still here south of it." A skinny wildling girl of 20 holding a spear asked with anxiety on her face.
"Osha because it's all by itself once we kill it we can hostage off the girl." Torg said and as he went to attack a pure white wolf who had been the largest of the two took in jumped in grabbing the throat of the man and the man cried in pain as he felt his whole throat snap open. The bloody muzzled wolf now turned it's attention on the other fighters while Nymeria took out a couple and finally Torregg killed two.
Osha already dropping her spear trying to crab walk away on her butt and saw the massive direwolf bare its teeth. Looking into it's eyes is what surprised her she did not see wolves eyes but the angry grey eyes of a man. The wolf went to lunge and was a foot away when it heard a whistle coming from Sylvia.
Torrhen after experimenting with Artos had discovered how to gain full control of his powers the night capturing the thief. Hearing his cousin's whistle he trotted away from the scared girl who was now being tied up by Torregg, stopping in front of her she gasped looking into eyes and recognizing the grey eyes of Torrhen. Then a second later it was the brown eyes she saw before.
Before Sylvia could think about Torrhen's eyes she heard the trotting of 4 horses and two wolves. Seeing her cousin Lyarra and Jory in their wet small clothes she could only smile wondering what their story was. It was ten seconds later that an angry Maege Mormont led a patrol of 50 of her finest warriors staring down all six people making them all gulp.
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King's Landing over the past 5 years had been slipping and slipping to a point they relied on extreme loans from Braavos to stay afloat. In the small council meeting there had been a debate about whether they should take out the northern threat while they were weak or if they could be brought back into the fold.
"What can we do while still remaining a strong?" The buzzed Robert asked as he drank his ale.
"We should attack all their forces are in the south and we should capitalize on that situation." Mace Tyrell who was the Master of Laws had said. Over the embarrassment caused by his wife being outed at a Stark lover they promoted him to Master of Laws. Tyrion did not understand it.
"Mace pray tell what happens what do you plan to do when your former allies finish the war securing the Stepstones and Tyrosh? We must negotiate with them, open up trade again. We are separated into two separate kingdoms with two separate kings, we must join together again." Tyrion pleaded with their common sense. He wished he could go back to Casterly Rock and hide there till the wolves take over.
"Please they will not conquer Tyrosh, no one has ever conquered a Free City from Westeros in history." The golden haired Cersei said smugly still underestimating their forces.
"Sister no one has ever completely conquered the Stepstones and held them, they are moving quickly and within two moons they will rule the Stepstones." Jaime warned his lover/sister.
"We will rule the Stepstones you mean." Robert boomed finally deciding to say a word. On his plate where he usually had a whole quarter of a pig he only had a few pieces with some fruits. He knew if he had to go to war with his foster brothers kingdom he would need to be back in shape.
"Your Grace with all due respect they will not listen to a word we say, the only ones who they will respect is the ones who are spilling their blood as we speak. They will not respect Mace's laws, they will follow the laws of Lord Stark." Varys warned the council.
"You mean Dorne, Stepstones will become Dornish territory." Cersei butted in.
This caused Tyrion to laugh and Vayrs to chuckle.
"Pray tell what is so funny?" The angry queen in a dark red dress that hugged her curves asked.
"Sweet sister if Torrhen told Doran to get out of his chair and run a lap around the Red Keep you would see a old man with gout crying in pain from running." Tyrion jested although he was very serious. The infection of the North was worse than any plague they could imagine.
"I hear rumblings that they call him King Torrhen Stark the second of his name already, can your birds identify that Varys?" Stannis the Master of Ships inquired. He was thankful for the help Torrhen gave his Shireen. With the experimental medicine she still had greyscale but it was much less than before. The dryness in her tongue no longer pained her.
That being said he was still loyal to his brother even though he was screwed out of the Stormlands.
"Lord Stannis you must understand every bird I send his way ends up dead or missing. My birds would rather tail in Volantis than Lord Stark." Varys said to the group, this worried them something fierce. He had seven of the strongest warriors protecting him at all times and now this. They suspected he was behind the death of the High Septon but it was all conjecture.
"But I have heard some of the same things in the Reach and Dorne. If my sources are correct he has House Hightower and Tarly in the Reach. He has all of Dorne kneeling to him. He has all the people we have pissed off which is many. The only way we can resolve this is make a bridge and convince them to join back into the fold with good trade and improvement in our cities. We need to seem like a better answer than him." Jon Arryn suggested, he was thankful the Vale lords were still too far out of his way to get on his side.
"Fine we make Robert look like a better option than Torrhen, but how? His cities are booming, he is building schools, the poor are fed, and his lords are happy." Cersei threw out, they talked about what was wrong with her kingdom but no one suggested anything.
"We capitalize off his success and we reopen trade submitting to his rates. The minor lords and smallfolk don't care about us bickering over taxes with them, we need their support without it we will fail like the Reach is right now." Tyrion threw out mocking the state of the Reach since Mace took direct control from Lady Olenna.
"Stannis did Torrhen not offer to foster Shireen a few years back for you?" Lord Baelish threw in. He was frustrated his wife's family would rather support the North and Torrhen that King's Landing.
"Why not extend a marriage proposal towards him for a union between her and Brandon? Your daughter is smart and beautiful Lord Stannis but with her disease very few lords would go near her. Torrhen helped you once maybe you could help each other. If anything get him to owe you so he can't say no." Littlefinger threw out.
"So what you make him Lord of Dragonstone and make their children Baratheons. We will still face the problem with them gaining influence but now within the Crownlands." Mace Tyrell shouted that they would consider dealing with the treasonous wolf.
"Mace what we will be doing will look like a joining of two families but in all actuality is having a hostage in a gilded cage. Have no worries Renly and your daughters children will still inherit the Stormlands, we have no intention on stealing the birthright from Margaery's children." Cersei assured him, this assurance caused Stannis to grind his teeth together at the mention of stolen birthrights.
"So what I go down there and help them out maybe save Torrhen's life forgetting the debt I owe him for helping Shireen and trap his cousin into a bethrothal with my daughter. Do I have this correct?" Stannis asked not believing how much the kingdom they fought for was falling apart.
"Brother we both know it's for the best plus you get to carry on the Baratheon name in Dragonstone. Brandon is 12 just like your Shireen and from all accounts he is a fine young man. We set their vows for their 14th nameday to ensure we lock it in tight. I hate doing this to Ned's son but if I do not do this to him then we may lose it all." Robert replied feeling the guilt engulf him as he plotted to use Ned's son.
"Whatever you say Robert, if you have no issues betraying Eddard like this then I guess I have no choice but to prepare my fleet." Stannis grumbled out towards his brother. They sat the rest of the meeting making the plans to take advantage of Stark's honor.
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The dry Dornish air breezed through the large bedroom sitting on the east side of the palace. Rhaenys sat in a chair on her balcony facing the beautiful garden of the Sunspear. Feeling her legs start to wiggle she looked down at her footrest Mya who had been knelt in the same position for 2 hours now.
SLAP SLAP Rhaenys slapped the bare ass of her Baratheon slave. Over the past two weeks due to intense training she had become a very good Lady in Waiting and sex slave for the silver haired queen. As the slaps resonated off her ass she let out a loud moan. Putting aside her letter to Lord Paxter Redwyne to make a visit very soon she turned her attention to Mya.
"Good slut, you lasted longer this time." Rhaenys who was dressed in her silver nighty and her hair pulled over her left shoulder placed a marker in the book she was reading. The compliment caused the Bastard Baratheon to smile, at first she only obeyed to not get punished now she was starting to enjoy her mistresses touch. With a little more training Mya would depend on Rhaenys touch.
Rhaenys had been training Mya to act as the perfect footstool, she had Mya training her arm and legs to help holding herself up. She would ensure all of Baratheon spawn was nothing but a servant under her heel, in this case literally. Rhae actually had Quan looking for a welcome home gift of her Aunt Daenerys in the form of a Baratheon bastard.
Rhaenys massaged the pussy of Mya getting a whorish moan out of her. She was about to slide a finger into her pussy when there was a knock on her door. With a slap on Mya's ass she crawled over to her small cage where she was taught all Baratheon spawn belong. After securing the cage Rhaenys went to the door and saw Maya and Amanda in training armor with a stack of letters in their hands.
They both curtsied like Lara taught them, she may not be in Dorne right now but the lessons drilled into their heads were becoming automatic. They had all three siblings training in three different areas. Robby had been training in combat, Amanda in expert stealth, and Maya had a great affinity for arts regarding poison.
"Your Grace we have some correspondents for you." Amanda said as she rose from her curtsy. Rhaenys happily accepted the letters and walked towards the desk in her room.
"Come on in you two I have some fresh tea and pastries." Rhaenys waved the two girls to the chairs. Rhaenys and Amanda had been starting to form a bond as of late. Nymeria had been declared bedridden by the maester due to her failing health. One night when Amanda was passing her queen a message she was ordered in the room and Rhaenys spent the night crying on her shoulder. Nymeria had been failing quickly and the maesters gave her a 50% chance of surviving the pregnancy, all they could say was it's in the hands of the gods now.
"Yes Your Grace." Maya said obediently and sat down accepting the tea that Rhaenys was pouring for them.
As Amanda was walking towards the seat she saw the nude Mya kneeling and could only raise an eyebrow to her queen.
"Don't judge Mandy, wait till you get a Baratheon to break after her father killed yours." Rhaenys said with a glint in her eyes. Rhaenys had started calling her by the nickname in the past couple days since Rhaenys had her breakdown.
Rhaenys was disappointed she did not have a true friend that she was not related to. She had Mira and Talla but she was their superior not a friend.
"Good point Your Grace." The olive skin girl said as she sat down.
"If you keep calling me Your Grace in these situations you will be like her." Rhaenys pointed to locked up Baratheon bastard. "And that goes for you to Maya. When we are like this I am Rhae, we are friend and friends don't use titles in private." Rhaenys said causing the smaller girl to smile shyly. This was the first time anyone had ever called her a friend.
Maya looked down on the top letter and saw her queen's sigil on the top letter.
"Rhae I thought the Ursuper killed all your family?" Maya asked and realizing how insensitive it sound went to apologize right away. She held her queens hand.
"Rhae I am sorry that was rude." She said quickly. Rhaenys just shrugs it off patting the girl on the hand.
"Maya it's fine. My aunt is in Pentos right now and we have been in talks for a while now. I know you have been learning to read and almost have it down pat. Go ahead and read it for me outloud." Rhae said as she walked over to the cage and leaning over to a large opening.
Maya excited she had gained the trust of her first and new friend opened it up while Amanda could only smile at her sister as she took another lemon bar.
Rhaenys leaned down and kissed the Bastard Baratheon as she was earning the name in court. Mya allowed her mistress entrance and submitted her tongue to Rhae's. Maya entertained by the display looked at the letter reading it out loud.
Queen Rhaenys Stark,
I hope this letter finds you well sister, I am proud of the progress you have made in the wolf court to gain his trust. There will a time you can be free of him and we will cancel the marriage giving you to someone of quality. Right now I am in Volantis with Jon Connington who was our fathers hand.
One day sister I will rule Westeros and reward you for bringing me the North and Dorne. Can you imagine the faces of the wolves when they are put to the sword, I will let you behead the Savage Wolf himself since it was him forced you into a marriage you did not want. The wolf spawn inside you will be thrown from a cliff or something. Now that he has his heir close your legs to him to not allow any more puppies that we are forced to kill later.
Well dear sister hope to hear from you soon so we can coordinate an attack.
King Aegon Targaryen the sixth of his name.
Silence filled the air until Rhaenys grabbed the letter out of her hand and reread it 5 times over. Suspicion filled the eyes of the two girls.
"Friends trust me I did not even know he was living. Please keep this between ourselves until I can address it at the small council meeting. I am not betraying my husband, if I am lying I will take the Bastard Baratheons place in the cage." Rhaenys asked her two friends who nodded. They would not tell anyone but Lara, she maybe their queen but info like that had to be stored somewhere else just incase. With hesitation they moved onto the stack of letters remaining.
"Oh Rhae you do have another letter bearing the Targaryen dragon. You want me to read this one to you?" Maya asked pulling the letter from the stack of 15 correspondence.
Rhae had unlocked Mya's cage dragging her out by her hair causing the nude kneeling girl to yelp. The sisters look at the girl with sadness feeling sorry for her.
"Don't feel sorry for the slut here. Why should they not feel sorry for you?" Rhae asked the kneeling girl while she took out a leather strap and laid 5 hard hits on the girl. Each one made her cry in pain.
"Cause I am nothing but a Baratheon slut who deserves what I am receiving. The name Baratheon is translated to traiter and pathetic in valyrian. Please give me more mistress." Mya whined before both girls. Mya was dragged before Maya who looked confused when she straightened out her arms and thighs tight.
"Please Miss Maya use me as a footstool that is all the Baratheon name is good for. We are dirt beneath everybody's feet." She begged like she was trained. With a smile Maya propped her feet up on the back of the kneeling girl.
Maya started off.
Rhaenys,
I look forward to the day we finally meet, as well when I get to meet this mysterious dragon you speak of. I hope when the conquest of Westeros happens I will be there to help you and your family rise to greatness. Viserys brought in a envoy of the Dothraki party that I am to be wed. Apparently a Khal Drogo is to be my husband. I was wondering if you could do your favorite aunt you never met and a favor and have some of those bats or shadows, whatever you call them and do some research.
Please have King Torrhen rescue me before these monsters touch me, a knight name Jorah Mormont from the North translated and to them nothing is sacred. Jorah was sweet though, he was a sellsword down on his luck that Viserys got for cheap. From the sounds of it you have a two year window till I am to be wed. I will go to my knees before his whole court and beg for passage if Torrhen requires it. I am completely at his mercy.
Viserys is starting to scare me though before he would come in on me bathing and it was easy to ignore but now he is much more forceful. I fear if I was of breeding age he would recreate the Targaryen dynasties of old.
So tell me how is Nymeria doing? My heart breaks knowing the struggles that she is fighting through. She has four children that she claims right? I will pray to all the gods that your cousin makes a full recovery.
Well my favorite niece that is 3 years older that me I look forward to the reply.
Your Humble Servent
Daenerys Targaryen, The Stormborn
"That is so sweet of her to pray for someone she never met." Amanda gushed at the letter.
"Yes it is isn't that sweet Mya?" Maya asked the kneeling girl. She was starting to enjoy the feeling of power and control. Quan had taught them that being the one in control was everything in their line of work.
"Yes Lady Maya." Mya Stone the Bastard Baratheon responded.
Rhaenys thought back to the name Jorah Mormont and knew on her response she would have to warn Dany of his treachery.
Rhaenys went to comment how that was not very believable until she heard knocking on her door.
"Your Grace, Prince Doran is holding court in a half an hour and wants you to attend. Apparently some business that concerns you is being discussed." Brandon Stark said through the door. He learned long ago never to open Torrhen's door ever.
Since her Uncle Doran was holding court she knew it was involving a stranger who could not be trusted. Ushering the kneeling girl back into her cramped cage and locking it the three girls left her room after she changed with interlocked arms. For almost 2 hours with the girls Rhaenys almost felt normal.
Walking into the throne room she saw her uncle sitting in the seat she sat in so often. Uncle and niece sent a loving smile at each other and Rhaenys went to go find Alerie while the two girls used their new skills to disappear in the shadows.
Rhaenys wore her grey dress in honor of her husband and she approached the beautiful Alerie who even being bald she almost stole attention from Rhaenys. Over the past two weeks the roots of her hair had started to grow back and she wore a beautiful red dress that was of the Dornish style. Next to her was her father who sat proudly next to his daughter holding the hilt of his sword and leaning on the other foot.
To her right was her exiled son who had a nice court tunic on with his cane holding him up.
"Willias will I have to order you to sit again." She said with a smile teasing him, then pecked his cheek. They had developed a friendship over the past two weeks that mostly involved him teaching her how to beat Torrhen in cyvasse. With the help of Ashara, Leyton, and Willias Torrhen did not stand a chance.
"Too bad Lady Stark you are not the highest ranking person here." Willias said emphasizing the Lady part. She could not help but laugh.
"Alerie I hear you three went to the Water Gardens. How did you enjoy it? The only memory I have of my mother is her playing with me in the Water gardens." She said fondly.
"Your mother was an amazing woman. I only met her once or twice in court but she brightened up a room even with your grandfather in it. I am sorry that was rude." Alerie apologized about the remark on the Mad King.
"No Alerie as much as I hate to admit it my grandfather needed to be stopped, my father should have stepped up before things got out of hand. Wish things could have been different but we can only look towards the future." Rhaenys said rubbing her 5 moon heavy belly. Then she rubbed her still flat 1 moon belly. This cause both lovers of Torrhen to laugh.
They chatted about the Water Gardens and how a painter painted a picture of them by Elia's pathway. Alerie confidently had the painter paint the picture featuring her bald head, she had grown use to it and was not ashamed anymore.
The meeting had started and compared to the court held by Queen Rhaenys there was no humor only mind numbing boredom. It was 15 minutes before she was counting the tiles, then the tiles again, getting a different number she tried a third time getting a new number.
She looked up at her uncle who had stopped talking and was looking directly at her. Few snickers traveled the halls.
"Yes uncle what was the question?" Rhaenys has to ask not even knowing the topic enough to bullshit an answer.
"Using straight line trade route from Port Lyanna, Oldstown, and finishing off in Port Elia?" Doran asked. Not knowing the figures but trusting her uncle on this, plus they probably already went through the figures and she would not admit to zoning out. She had been able to coast in the decision making process with her husband always taking the lead, she knew she needed to train herself to pay attention no matter how boring it was.
"Of course uncle that will be fine." Rhaenys ask trying to get the attention off her and onto the next topic.
It was 25 minutes later that an elder lady bearing the markings of House Lefford and their golden pyramid with the yellow sun on a background of blue. She had looked to be about 60 and she was finely dressed so probably up there in the family affairs. Attached to her hand was a little girl of black hair and grey eyes, the frame was a broader northern frame with the face structure of the Westerlands.
She then realized that child looks more like her husband than any of his other children. The child spouting a defiant face that Torrhen held often and a wooden sword in her belt. Rhaenys stepped out and approached the pair.
"Good evening my name is Lady Rhaenys Stark and I assume my husband forgot to tell me something." She inquired to the older lady.
"Good evening to you Lady Stark my name is Lady Leyla Lefford of the Golden Tooth and yes this child is my granddaughter. Introduce yourself to Lady Stark." The elder lady told the girl of 5. The girl with fire in her eyes stepped forward.
"My name is Domina Hill and I won't become no lady in court." The now identified Domina held on tightly to her sword.
"Her mother; my daughter and your husband had a night together when he was visiting our areas for a possible trade path that never panned out. Sandra died 3 moons back after a mercenary group attacked a inn she was staying at. She told me if anything was to happen to her bring Domina to Lord Stark to raise amongst her other half siblings." Leyla finished. Rhaenys knelt down and looked at the girl good.
A piece of her wild hair got loose and fell in front of her eyes Rhaenys moved it out of the way.
"Did your mother ever tell you that you look exactly like your father?" Domina's mask slipped a little bit wanting to hear more about her father but put it back up.
"Once or twice. I am told he is a mighty warrior? I don't believe it, I heard from other people in the Westerlands that the North does not have any fine warriors." Rhaenys has to laugh at this, she may look like Torrhen but she has the personality of Rodwell.
"What's so funny?" Domina grows frustrated stomping her foot causing her to receive a smack on the back of her head by Leyla.
"That response is something along the lines your uncle would have said. Of course he would have said the North would sleep walk through a battle with the Westerlands." Rhaenys tells the little girl who is amazed by her new family. Living with her mom they lived a very vanilla boring life that followed the teachings of the Faith to the word. She wanted excitement and she may have just found it.
"Can I meet this uncle? I want him to teach me to battle." She exclaimed this point by pulling out out her wooden blade and swinging it accidentally smack Rhae in the nose causing her to fall onto her butt holding her nose. A maester comes over quickly to attend his queen. The little girl for her part looked sad she smacked the nice lady in the nose. There was small bruising but nothing major.
"Maester I am fine she just has spirit like the Starks do. Hand me the sword." Rhaenys has her palm out commanding the girl to hand it over instead of asking. Domina reluctantly hands the sword over.
"Mira can you place it in my locked desk till she earns it back." Rhae says handing the wooden blade to her Lady in Waiting. This gets approval on her parenting skills from the crowd. She is not sure where the maternal instinct kicked in but she just knew what to do. It also helped that she just imagined what would Torrhen done to her and Sylvia when they were both little terrors many years back.
"Please can I have it back. I promise I won't hit you again." Domina begged wanting her favorite toy/weapon. She goes to follow Mira but is stopped by a large dark grey direwolf that is blocking her path. Kern Brandon's pup had grown to be lanky and skinny compared to the rest of the pups but with the quickest strike just like his master with a spear.
She falls on her butt staring at the large wolf that is taller than her by almost double. Domina can only stare at the grey wolf with a combination of fear and awe. Looking shyly over to Rhaenys she ask a question.
"Does my daddy have one also?" She ask with fascination. Slowly she walks up to it holding it's hand out for Kern to smell her scent. The wolf smells her scent and licks her palms causing her to giggle.
"Does he have one? He has the biggest and definitely scariest out of the 8." Brandon says walking up carrying his spear since he just came back from practice. Brandon then looks sadly down.
"7 direwolves now." Brandon corrects himself as he pets Kern.
"Why don't we take her to your room so we can talk Lady Stark?" Leyla asked.
Before she could answer Mira saved her a uncomfortable situation she could not explain.
"Lady Stark your room is a mess after the dress fitting so we need to find a new room." Mira said quickly saving her queen. Doran wanting them out so he could continue his meeting and not wanting to know what was in his niece's room offered his solar and the Starks with the Leffords departed. Doran loved his niece to death but between the deviant mind of Arianne, Torrhen, Oberyn, and Rhaenys it was enough to turn celibate.
That night Lady Stark told stories about Artos who Domina was fascinated with now. She had tears at the story of Rodwell's death, and at the eye affliction that her younger half sister suffered. It was not much later the little girl was asleep in a bed tucked in with the first smile on her face in 3 moons.
Walking down to her cousin's room she saw an excited Mira probing her mother for questions on her journey and life back home. With a smile as the pair walking away she entered Nymeria's room who had the newly arrived Damien Sand in her hand.
The pale gaunt face of Nymeria was a sad sight to see, while growing up in Winterfell she was always so full of life and had fire in her eyes. When you looked into her eyes today you could see a candle running out of wax.
"Rhae you just missed Arianne. I hear I am missing a good time with a Baratheon whore, I wish I could be there to break her with you. We both know the outcome of this pregnancy, I want you to promise to be the best mother ever to my 5 children." Tears were falling down Nymeria's face. They still have not messaged Oberyn or Torrhen about how bad she was. They were afraid this would get them killed in war by the distraction. It had actually been Nym's idea.
"You will be fine Nym it's probably just the flu. You will get back to teaching Brandon spear techniques in no time." Said Rhaenys who was crying now knowing the lie she told was not believed. She still received a smile in return.
They chatted that night about baby names and life in Winterfell till they fell asleep. Ellaria had come into Nyms room to check on her with little Loreza in her arm to see a cuddling Nym and Rhaenys asleep with little Damien Snow sandwiched comfortably in between them. Calling Mira over she placed Damien Sand in the baby's room while Talla went to her room to let Mya out of her cage and to her small makeshift bed on the floor.
Mya understood with her being the daughter of the Usurper she had to earn privileges such as beds. Happily on the floor she curled up in her blanket and slept soundly knowing she would prove herself worthy.
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The view from her balcony overlooking the Sunset Sea is something she wish she never had to leave. Her lover had left the other day to negotiate with some sellswords leaving her alone with 6 year old Alerie Ormollen and 3 year old Malora Ormollen who she had named after her favorite sisters. She wished she could show her sisters her pride and joy but being self exiled from Westeros had it's downside.
She had heard about the stories from King's Landing and what the pig and oaf Mace did to hear but she could do nothing.
Lynesse was becoming a little less confident in the war effort with the wolves swarming the first islands in the north and south. She had told her husband northman were all bark no bite but she saw the fear in Jorah's eyes when he found out House Stark was after him.
Hearing the door open the blond hair fair skinned Lynesse who had on a modest dress as far as Tyrosh was concern saw the tall and rugged Randyll Harloon who would be leaving today to meet his forces on The Sleeping Refuge. The Sleeping Refuge was the next island over from The First Step. This would be a crucial fight to hold the wolves back from the Darius's Fury and the Final Step.
He walked in wearing his vintage pit fighting armor in which he was undefeated. Being a veteran of many Dothraki wars he was always ready for a fight. He walked over with his large black beard and kissed Lynesse on the lips deeply. She let out a little moan wanting this to never end.
"I am leaving love and when I get back we will kill that idiot lover of yours and take our riches all across Essos." He had declared. She was 90% sure that even though they beared the Ormollen name both children belonged to Randyll Harloon. It had been easy to fool him since they both came out with bright blonde hair like their mother. Randyll and Tregar had been in the same merc group since they were both boys of 16 and without a kill to their name, 20 years laters they had a lot more kills and a deep friendship for each other. Randyll almost felt guilty for stealing Lynesse from him but seeing her in the flesh made him drop all thoughts of guilt.
"Be Careful you need to live for us to leave." Before he left she was screaming and moaning like a whore after being fucked on the balcony for all Tyrosh to see. As she slept she felt her womb full of his seed, she wanted to go get moon tea but she dozed off instead.
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Maege Mormont sat behind the desk in House Stark solar just staring at the 6 people who made her night a living nightmare. Still dripping wet and in their wet small clothes were Lyarra and her daughter Jory. Dormund stood next to Sarra, their bare arms touched giving them both comfort in this situation. Behind them was Torregg who look ashamed with a Sylvia who was sitting in a chair with a board wrapped around her leg to keep it straight till the maester returned with the proper medical equipment.
Torrhen before court had declared Sarra as Lady of Winterfell but everybody knew it was a trial for her, Maege Mormont who led the most loyal house to House Stark really was the one in charge.
"Someone better tell me what the fuck happened out there. Torregg really you are the Wolf Guard and you let something like this happen. Leave now me and you will be having a long discussion about how protective details are suppose to be ran." With a gulp and a nod he left the office.
"Left to right tell me why you're not the dumbest person in the room. Lyarra go." Maege commanded with great authority to find out what happened.
Lyarra went on to explain how they wanted some alone time and the events that followed except the whole dominating part.
"So your cousin almost gets killed because you two were horny? Do you know why Torrhen could get away with taking girls into the Wolfswood by himself only with Artos by his side?" Maege remarks. Lyarra and Jory shake their head.
"Because Torrhen is 6ft 2 of pure muscles and Artos is the size of a small horse. You are easy targets and even large amount of enemies will get your wolf killed. Plus he has stopped doing that since he learned responsibility." They nod knowing how stupid it was. Lyarra knew she would have to get a few guard members in on her secret so she would be able to spend some time with Jory discreetly.
"Maybe we would sleep if he did go into the Wolfswood." Lyarra tried to lighten the mood and Maege actually thought it was pretty funny but only glared at the now quiet Stark. She looked over Sarra and Dormund now.
"What in the known world were you two doing by the red pond without guards?" Maege questioned them.
"Well uh…" Sarra started. "Lady Mormont you see…" Dormund tried to continue but not getting very far, they had been nervous about anyone finding Dormund asked her before he could ask Torrhen.
"Tell me now or I will be sending someone else to Torrhen's Square." Maege threatened. They had business to attend at Torrhen's Square and that had been Sarras favorite place in the whole North.
"Fine, well you see we want to keep it a secret but Dormund asked if it would be okay to start courting. He wanted to know if the feeling was mutual." Sarra admitted.
"And if Torrhen finds you approached his little sister before you asked him he will kill you." Maege understood the secrecy but it was still idiotic.
"Um Lady Mormont I think he already knows." Sylvia said catching everybody off guard while the large white wolf that saved them was growling at Dormund. Maege went to call in the guards until she saw the eyes, those eyes were not of the beast that walk in that was the eyes of her king. It was not well known but some women in Mormont history had the skinchanging ability and apparently so did the Stark family.
Before Maege could say a word the grey eyed wolf licked her face, after blinking she saw the eyes go back to the black pupils of before.
"Keep this quiet all of you. Torrhen must be a skinchanger." Maege told them. They all had a shocked face because they heard of them but believed they only lived north of the Wall.
"This is an ability that is a blessing in all that it can do to help but also a curse in people's fear of it. Never tell a soul." Maege commanded them telling them the threats that could come if people found out about his abilities. Many throughout the kingdom viewed these abilities as magic that should be purged.
"Tomorrow we will all be talking about safety precautions. Now off you go to bed except Jory." Maege mushed them out of the Stark solar.
"Yes mother?" Jory asked nervously approaching Maege. Maege had understood the look in her eyes, she had the same look for Brandon all those years ago although she never got to show it to him. She secretly had the same thoughts of Torrhen but pushed them away.
"I know your feelings for Lyarra but be sure to keep it away from court. Torrhen won't care but he can't have it in court. And before you try to deny your feelings don't forget us Mormont women are always submissive to the Starks in more ways than one." Maege reassured her daughter.
They talked about how to safely approach it so not to be discovered in court.
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The sea breeze cut through the cold across the deck of the Sea Bitch and Yara would rather be here than anywhere else. It had been a week since the battle for Treasure Island and a transport ship had just left with her prisoners. Before she would hear stories from her Uncle Euron and she would think he was exaggerating from the high of a sea battle, she could confirm now he was right about it all. The great rush for her was when after the battle they were pulling all the captured ships into the bay of Treasure Island and knowing it was her leadership with Aurane that make all these fuckers surrender.
Walking up to the deck still nursing a broken rib from that monster she had on a some casual deck clothes with her hair tied back. She had went to put her armor on but after being chastised by Maester Hammond she was glad to be on the deck at all. Walking over forward deck she looked at what would be their next target in the very far distance with her eyeglass. With her weight on one hip and her hand on her new cutless she eyed what looked to be ships coming from the Final Step preparing a wall for them to blast through. Hearing footsteps behind her she saw the limping Aurane who had decided to stay on the Sea Bitch to talk strategy with the commanders.
"Battle sister can you believe the hull that Ned and Randyll pulled in? I hear they pulled out a couple of boarding axes bearing the Greyjoy squid so you may want to get them before they go back to Dorne for sorting. Those axes would be a good look with your new cutless." The wonderfully dressed Aurane said as he took the pressure off his leg by leaning against the railing.
Aurane had walked up like he was in court ready to be knighted. A expensive purple and black outfit bearing the Velaryon sigil and his loud hat he always wore outside of battle with feather and all.
"Did you get dressed up for me Aurane? You know I don't like my men pretty like you. Plus you don't have a beard, sorry it's not going to work out." She teased him causing him to laugh and roll his eyes.
"I will connect with Ned on the axes. I still pray to the drowning god for thanks that you were there to save my life from Clawfinger. I still can't believe we brought him in alive, if King Torrhen does kill him it will take two swipes with Ice to bring that head of his off." Yara commented as she walked up to the front and hopped on the railing walking up a support pole for the mast that jetted from the aft. Walking towards the front and holding onto the ropes she just breathed in the fresh sea air.
"Yea the next challenge though is the Dwig twins. You know it is said they have ripped off so many Braavosi ships that now Braavos diverts their trade based on where they are in the sea. We have ships coming from Dorne bringing siege equipment for the Golden Isle, they should be here within three days." Aurane commented. Yara was about to respond when her First Mate Madison came up with bow on her back and fiery red hair tied back.
"Yara, Aurane Lord General Eddard, Tarly, and Uller require your presence on Pandora. They want to discuss strategy." Madison relayed and walked away going back to her work.
They had used Torrhen's future flag vessel as the main command ship which was now reinforced by Ironwood that they brought. Once the war was over it was headed to Port Lyanna to be completely refitted.
Yara bounded back onto the deck and they jumped in a row boat to the large flag ship. Once on board they saw repairs already being done by the carpenters of House Stark. Walking into the large Solar they saw the three high lords along with Lord Manderly, Domeric Bolton, Asher Forrester who had an impressive showing on Treasure Island and finally Aurane's cousin Lord Monford Velaryon.
"Hey Mon I heard some woman with an axe almost made me a family member short." Aurane said to his cousin getting some laughs from the people around them.
"Cousin in my defense she was awfully big and awfully ugly. Thanks to Asher here I am amongst the living." Monford jested back, the Driftwood lord truly owed a debt to young Asher Forrester and the large woman was on a prison ship to Ghaston Grey.
That night they all discussed the plans of the attack on the Golden Isle in a week. They ended the night by sending a single small craft to the small island outside of the Golden Isle Starfish Cay for recon. After a few laughs and stories the whole of them all passed out in the sleeping Lord's Sleeping quarters of The Pandora.
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Torrhen had walked onto his ship with Oberyn, his squires, and his Wolf Guard at his side. Everybody else had already boarded an hour before when the sea battle had begun. From the distance you could see a brutal sea battle between Myr and Tyrosh going on while Grand Admiral Sol and Captain Wyl cleared their path onto the next step. On a small island with only two tiny villages between the two large islands Torrhen's men had set up three trebuchets to clear their landing spot.
Torrhen donning his wolf helm could only think about the two ground commanders he had coming up. The first one was the female who led the ground forces for the Iron Isles during the Greyjoy rebellion; Amelia Pyke. While the Iron Isles were not known for their ground forces she was known as a very capable leader, it was actually said but could not be proven that she was the bastard of Balon Greyjoy himself.
The other commander is what worried Torrhen. Randyll Harloon had been a legend even in Westeros when it came to his exploits in the pit. Torrhen for the past week had been working on his arm strength by with his left hand holding Vengeance and keeping Greatjon's sword away from him as he reached for his blade that he kept on the small of his back vertically for easy grabbing. Him and Greatjon would practice it for hours till he could draw the blade without losing an inch of defense and bring his small dagger to the jugular. Torrhen knew too many fighters relied on one type of weapon so he instead carried 5 blades on hand.
Lara walked up to him as the plank was almost up and gave him a heated good luck kiss with the soon to be broken Lynette. Lynette was harder to break and even harder to protect. On three occasions they had to kill assassins trying to ensure her secrets stayed in her head. Lynette's constitution had been so strong but after water torture and some House Stark brainwashing the lessons finally started to take.
"Come on Torr show her your wolf." Oberyn who was leaning against his spear laughed at him. Beside Oberyn was his squire whose job it was to make sure Oberyn always had a spear on him in combat no matter what.
With one last peck he boarded the ship full of 3,000 men and the walking plank was gone and they pushed off. They had three ships in all with 3,000 men on each one ready to launch the assault on the Sleeping Refuge.
Pulling up to the docks that had already been cleared previously by his men he walked down the docks with his 9,000 men behind him. Seeing a small fishing village before them and a soldier bearing the fallen giant of House Giantsbane came running to them.
"Lord Stark, my men have secured Oar's Rest and the 3,000 townsfolk have been secure and clear. We only had to kill one man in the town when he attacked us with a war scythe. Reports have passed that the bulk of the men await us in a valley that we must pass. These men are led by Randyll Harloon and on a hill with around 3,000 men and women sit hidden waiting for a flank. The warriors on the hill are led by Amelia Pyke. Our men got lucky spotting her, only when they saw the glint of one steel arrow we knew to investigate." The man of Torrhen's Hol reported.
Torrhen leaned back and thought of a plan.
"Ygritte I want you to lead 3,000 men up that hill but wait till time is perfect. Oberyn I want your spearmen with her and Tormund I want you up there with your warhammer. Give them a little psychological warfare, a large man swinging a warhammer about will scare the shit out of anyone especially archers." Torrhen commanded as his 5,000 troops lined up.
They heard the siege equipment being unloaded from the new arriving ships. Behind them they saw 15 trebuchets coming off the ships in separate parts, 10 ballistas, and 4 ramming hammers to bring down the doors.
The Rose Palace on the Final Step had been the largest castle but Saltwood Hold on the Sleeping Refuge was not far behind it. It was inland far enough to where it would be a full ground assault without sea assistance from the scorpions. They would have to rely on the ballista.
Finally ready to march the men marched forward with Torrhen at it's head, beside him Ser Selmy and Ser Blackfish. Passing through another town called Widows Pass that was secured after wiping out a 200 man scout team. On the right they could see the large mountainous hill that Ygritte and Oberyn were walking across and on the left they saw the beautiful sea.
It was in a open field that Torrhen and his men saw a host of 5,000 men and standing before them was a scarred and marked up man with a big black beard who must have been Randyll Harloon. Next to him was a group of what looked like 1,000 men carrying a banner of 4 crows surrounded by lighting. Standing proudly in front were a wiry man bearing a cocky grin, next to him was a bald man who had a similar expression. It was the last man who interested him though, instead of looking towards his opponents he was looking around for an exit strategy, from his position in the men he had to be a captain as well.
Ser Selmy looking through his own eyeglass identified the banner.
"Your Grace that is the Stormcrows, do not take them lightly. Those three men are the captains and we must take them down quickly if we can." Ser Selmy said getting a nod from Torrhen they saw a volley of arrows coming their way, with the call to raise the shields and send their own the battle begun.
After a few volleys back and forth killing more on their side than Torrhens both armies ran at each other. Looking at the cocky faces of his opponents all as the flanking army never came was a beautiful sight.
Torrhen met his first opponent dodging her sword swipe that swung wide and drove his short sword deep into her thigh causing her to scream out but was silenced by the valyrian blade entering her throat and coming right out. An opponent went to attack Torrhen from behind with a greataxe only to have Artos lung at the man grabbing his exposed arm and tearing through the skin ripping it off and the man wailed in pain.
Selmy was having similar luck as his quick movements were just too much for his opponents and was able to chain together kills as people started to run away from the monster of swordplay that was Ser Barristan. Blackfish was their to meet the cowards who ran away and accept their surrender as they threw their blades down. In the open field after 15 minutes of losing half his force to surrender or death Randyll Harloon sounded the retreat to Saltwood Keep.
Up on the hill a smiling Ygritte looked over her 1,500 prisoners with pride.
(Half an hour prior)
Ygritte and her 3,000 men eyed a glint up ahead and were about to strike when they saw a volley of 20 arrows come their way killing 7 of her men. Arthur with Dawn beside ran forward to meet the enemy, soon the 6,000 people met to battle on a hill that barely fit them all.
Ygritte watched Oberyn use his superior skills and battle smarts to dance around opponents killing them with smooth seamless transitions. Anytime a poor soul would get too close he pulled out a short blade killing him in the same motion and sheathing it all in that same motion as well before moving on to a next opponent.
Ygritte dodged a badly shot arrow and saw Dawn lung at the archers throat tearing it out. Approaching her she saw a woman of 35 who looked like an older version of Yara, this must have been Balon's bastard Amelia Pyke. Ygritte had expected a pretalk but Amelia just ran at her with a mighty roar and a beautiful war scythe that Ygritte wanted.
Bringing up the point of the spear to swipe the blade to the side she then spun around on spot bringing the back end of her spear crashing hard with velocity on the ribs causing the woman of 35 to cry in pain as she had to do a recovery roll to the side holding her broke ribs.
Still undeterred she raised the war scythe and attacked in a ferocity that if Ygritte did not train with Prince Oberyn personally she would be dead now. After dodging and weaving in and out of attack for 3 minutes straight the Ironborn bastard tired out and got lazy on an overhead strike. Ygritte saw her opening and thrusted her spear deep into the shoulder of the attacker causing her to scream out and drop her weapon.
Ygritte let go of her spear still stuck in the shoulder and grabbed the war scythe out of mid air, as soon as she felt it she knew it was made for her. In a smooth motion she swung her arm up and pressed the blade to the throat of Amelia who had a look of pure pain on her face.
"Surrender?" Ygritte asked pressing the blade closer to Amelia's throat drawing blood.
"Aye I surrender, like I have a fucking choice now get this spear out now." Amelia boomed, her men hearing this all looked over and saw their leader giving up. It started with one sword then two after a few seconds all the blades were on the ground and their hands were up in surrender.
Ygritte walked over to the spear and pulled it out getting a loud yell from her.
"Get her to a maester and any other prisoners that need it and let's go see our fearless leader." Ygritte said as she got a half hug from Arthur and Oberyn on her excellent fight. Jon walked over and kissed her sensuously getting a smile from her.
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Harloon had just walked through Hortons Hope, a town of 4,000 now abandoned due to the battle. Approaching the large doors Saltwood Castle open her arms for him. Walking in and having the gates closed behind him he looked over and saw most of the Stormcrows survived as well as Tregar Ormollen. Doing a quick estimate count he figure they only had 3,000 men left to defend against the wolf.
"Sallor how is your man count?" Harloon asked as he walked over to the sellsword. Harloon could not believe it got out of hand that quick. How the fuck they knew about the flank beat him but that is what lost them the battle.
"We have 250 men left since Daario left with Widower, Jokin, and 600 of our men. We believe in the chaos he slipped off to the docks. He might be long gone now." Sallor said angry that he did not think of it himself. They set a plan to protect themselves till reinforcements could come and wipe the wolves out.
As the sun was setting and torches were lit they heard marching and the rolling of some wheels. Saltwood Keep which was originally the center of the pirate kingdom till they built the Rose Palace had been well built without any leaks in the defenses. The raiders knew they would have to survive a good ole fashion siege.
They looked up and saw the normally bright white moon was a bloody color of red, some of the men prayed to their gods for forgiveness cause the blood moon was a bad omen in the Faith. It was said on a blood red moon the stranger was judging the world.
Hearing a snap of the trebuchet, looking up they saw a massive boulder come straight over their wall and crashing hard onto the stables killing 30 horses and 50 men with it. They had not expected any siege defense since they expected to have enough men to meet them in the field of battle so they had nothing stopping the invaders beside a 1,000 year old Ironwood door.
It was said the builder of the castle intercepted a ship coming from the Stark Kings containing a large amount of the materials so the pirate king used it in construction of his defenses.
The blood moon beating down on the defenders had 5 more minutes of nonstop rocks provided by the surrounding mountains. Harloon saw a runner bearing torn Redwyne armor ran up to him in a panic.
"Randyll the Stark Men have made it past our arrows and ballistas and have a battering ram approaching the door. They have what we think is 2,000 men wrapped around the walls so your archers have no shots on them. The rammers have what looks like a huge turtle shell over it made of iron so we can't light it on fire, the men holding up the shell are completely hidden underneath." The young man said with doom in his voice as his eyes drifted up to the bloody moon asking the gods why they damned him.
"Sallor get your men ready by the entrance we are about to be breached." SLAM Harloon was interrupted by the first smash of the ram on his door.
"Fucking wolves and the whores they came from. Tregar I hope you fucked your wife one more time cause this is going to be a hell of a battle." Harloon asked mocking his friend without him knowing the reference.
SLAM. Another hard hit started to shake the door. Ironwood was incredibly strong but after 1,000 years of no treatment it starts to weaken.
They gathered all their resources ready for the wolves to come through and waited until they all looked up and saw Stark and Martell archers running the curtains of the wall taking out their archers that would have given them some kind of leverage advantage. They did not have time to assess the loss of advantage because just then the doors exploded opened with men and woman bearing the direwolf came running in.
The pit fighter and his men ran up swords high to meet the enemy, the first group they met had spirit but not the skills as they were easily cut down. The second wave brought in the now legendary combo of Greatjon and Tormund with their men. Now it gets exciting was all Harloon could think about.
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Torrhen with Artos hugged the wall tight and moved around till they were in the bailey of the castle. A poor soul tried to kill the king only have his leg torn off by the massive black figure called Artos. Torrhen looked over and saw the two big men Tormund and Greatjon fighting against the Stormcrows and he was about to assist until he just dived out of the way from a giant curved sword he identified as an arakh.
Torrhen grabbing Vengeance began a hard fought battle with the pit fighter while Artos and the Wolf Guard all kept enemies away from them to fight one on one.
"So a duel to the death then wolf huh? May the winner have everlasting respect of the other while we meet our gods." Harloon boomed to the Savage Wolf. They may have been enemies but they were both warriors that lived for battle, the honor amongst warriors stayed with these two men till the end.
All around them forces were surrendering with the two captains of the Stormcrows lying dead before Torrhen's two giant lords. They saw Tregar grab about 500 people and run to the tall keep with Jon, Ygritte, and their men keeping pace behind them to catch the craven.
"To the death Harloon, to the death." Torrhen repeated and at these words both men launched themselves at each other with 5,000 people watching in anticipation.
Torrhen had to dodge right and then left deflecting a blow with his short sword in his left hand. Torrhen now pressed the advantage swiping with precision at the veteran pit fighter. His blows were deflected or harmlessly caught his steel armor.
The fight went on for a little bit more until Harloon saw an opening, taking out his dagger he faked left and drove the dagger into the right shoulder of Torrhen causing him to grind his teeth in pain. A smiling Harloon saw this advantage and brought his full weight of a sword he picked up picked up after losing his arakh. Torrhen brought his valyrian steel blade up in time and held strong defensively, the larger pit fighter kept using his body weight to bring the steel closer to the Savage Wolf.
Torrhen knowing this was his one chance and hopefully all the practice with Greatjon paid off took his right hand off the blade. Confused Harloon still pressed on wondering why he would give up his defense so quickly. He found out a second later as Torrhen's right hand slid behind his back grabbing the dagger and before Harloon could register it the dagger was being jammed into the exposed neck causing him to scream out in pain. The weapon dropped as he went to pull the dagger out to relieve the pain.
The Wolf King stammered back in pain plunging his sword now in his right hand into the knee of the Harloon causing him to fall to his knees in pain. Torrhen took the dagger out of his shoulder with great pain throwing it on the ground.
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Harloon fell to his knees as soon as that damn wolf drove his blade into them. He knew he had been bested by a better fighter, he could have used his guards or wolf but he chose to fight one on one.
Randyll saw his opponent walk behind him so he straighten his back. No one would call Harloon a coward even in death, he looked up at the red moon that was starting to become white again and could only smile. He then said his last words.
"Fuck you gods!" Harloon shouted staring at bad omen as he felt the blade enter from his shoulder blade piercing downwards to his heart. Then the man Randyll Harloon died but the legend was born.
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Torrhen stumbled away from the dead pit fighter to pick up his beautifully crafted arakh that he would keep as a trophy. A maester that was treating the wounded on both sides already came running up to him and taking off his heavy armor. As soon as he felt the armor come off the pressure holding his ribs together was released causing him to groan in pain.
"Your Grace we must get you to that village to be treated, you have broken ribs which could cause internal damage is not properly healed." The maester said to his king, just then his two squires came walking with 400 people with their hands up. Leading the pack was Tregar Ormollen.
"Savage Wolf I demand sanctuary, I am the lover of a citizen of Westeros and seek passage for her and my children." Tregar demanded nursing his broken nose from his battle with Jon.
"You get what Lord Stark says you get. Now who is this citizen you are talking about." Munda said with her bloody mace by her side.
"Lynesse Hightower." Tregar said getting gasp from the crowd. It was unknown her part of the slavery ring Jorah ran but she disappeared with him so she was a suspect. Greatjon was about to boom something to him until Torrhen had a plan.
"Fine we will consider it, you will raven your wife telling her that you have a ship in a dock that we specify but she has to leave right away. My men will be aboard the ship and you have my word as a Stark your children and wife will have safe passage to Westeros. Don't tell her you surrendered to us because she will not come if she hears that. Tell her you found a ship full of jewels and wine that will get them away from the conflict." Torrhen told the arrogant man who thought he escaped a trial.
"I will write her right away, she is in Tyrosh so it should not take long to reach her. It feels bad to lie to her but it's for the best." Tregar agreed and walked away from them with his Martell escorts to write the missive.
Torrhen left with his guards as his squires recounted the battle in the keep, it was an half an hour later before they were in Horton's Hope which was finally starting to get some of the people back into their homes and establishments.
Walking up to the Merrygrove Inn Torrhen was given a wide berth as the stories were already being told of his battles with the pirate queen's forces. Walking up to the bar Torrhen approached a female bartender that had the darker skin of the Summer Isles. She had long black hair and a decent figure for someone who did not train everyday like they did.
"Aye the Savage Wolf has come to my establishment after conquering my comfortable home. My name is Isabella Isles and this is my establishment. You look pretty beat up would ya be wanting a room." She said in a deep Summer accent. Isles had been unofficially the name given to bastards born on the the Stepstone Islands.
"We will need as many rooms as you can spare Lady Isabella. If you have a healer handy we could use that too. We have dragons to pay for it all, we are not here to rape and pillage instead conquer and improve." Ser Blackfish told the woman. She nodded appreciating that she would not have to rebuild. They all had heard of the sprawling cities developing in the North so maybe this little shithole in the ground could be built up.
"Well if you would take your lord up to the room to left I will be right in there I myself am a healer." She informed them and after getting some of his generals rooms she was allowed into the room by Ser Selmy after a pat down ensuring she had no blades to kill him.
She walked in and saw a visitor she had not seen before; before her was the largest wolf she had ever scene. Estimating it must have been as big as a small horse and fur so black it blended into the shadows it was laying in. The only way she could tell it was awake was the bloody red eyes following her as she approach it's masters.
"Artos will not hurt you Lady Isabella, he only attacks those that seek to hurt me which is a lot of people lately." Torrhen said getting a laugh from her. They chatted idly about the battle as she helped him out of his tunic and had her mouth watering staring at the body of the Savage Wolf. As she placed a final bandage on his shoulder wound which did only limited damage even though it look worse she went to stand up until Torrhen grabbed her hand.
"Actually it still hurts do you think you can kiss it?" Torrhen ask the barmaid/healer. Smiling she leaned over and pressed her lips to the bandage.
"And here." Torrhen pointed a bruise on his upper chest. This went on for ten more times until he tapped his lips. She smiled seductively and leaned in capturing his lips with hers. As they embrace hands slid up and down their bodies. Torrhen with no regard for her outfit tore her dress off her revealing her small clothes.
"Mmm the wolf really is savage." She said seductively taking off her small clothes showing off her nude body to him, with a smile he threw her on the bed and took off his breeches as well. Rolling her on to her front he slapped her bare ass getting a moan, he did that 5 more times.
"Please Savage Wolf fuck me hard." She said in between moans.
"It will be my pleasure." Torrhen says as he bites on her beck and sucking on her skin causing to moan.
Hey lies on the bed and places her over his body facing his feet so he has a good view of her ass. With a hard slap she obediently lowers her hips down onto his hard member letting out a loud moan as he enters her.
Spurred on by the sensation she moves her hips up and down faster wanting to feel his seed.
SLAP SLAP Torrhen slaps her exposed ass hard causing her to become even more wet and fuck harder. After ten minutes of slaps and rotating hips he grabs her by the hair and yanks back so her back is arched high and moaning from the pain. Her arms reach back back and holds herself up and she feels his legs start to quiver.
"Ready my Stepstone slut." Torrhen growls pulling harder loving the feeling of control and feeling his member start to prepare to release in her.
"Yes give me your seed Savage Wolf." She begged then felt the squirts of cum plastering her womb as she released herself. They both let out a moan and cuddled up to the pillow exhausted from their night. Curling up closer to her lover of the night they both fell asleep with a smile.
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Daario was on a ship he had stashed on on the other side of a pass through the mountains. Him and his men knew the onslaught of the wolf was unstoppable so they betrayed the Stormcrows cause no amount of money can be spent if you're dead. They were passing right by Treasure Island under the cover of dark. This was a difficult journey but necessary.
Daario had thought about going north but the battle resulting in a Myrish victory over Tyrosh was still being cleaned up so he would have been easily spotted. West was already conquered land and Dorne so that was out. East was Madeline and he just wanted to escape her stupid war so that left south.
Successfully navigating through the dark of the night Daario thought he was clear just passing the Island when a ship called The Sea Bitch was approaching it from the west. It must have been doing guard duty.
Widower who had been following the southern assault spoke up.
"Daario that is the Sea Bitch, the flagship of the southern attack. That is captained by Yara Greyjoy herself. We need to get the fuck out of here, that ship with Driftwood Bastard took down The Pandora.
They all had heard about the stories of the southern wins by Yara and Aurane Waters and how they captured the mighty southern flagship and her captain Andreas Clawfinger. They attempted every maneuver using their size to an advantage but in the end with support ships they were finally cornered.
Boarding the small galley came Madison Rivers aiming her pulled bow at the frustrated Daario who had already threw his Arakh on the ground in surrender. Her men secured all 600 passengers when the Second Mate came forward holding a banner of the Stormcrows.
"Willy get these men onto transport ships and sent over to treasure Island for Lord Eddard to judge." Madison commanded and Daario was dragged into the waiting ship, as he was locked into his cell and chained up he could only prepare his defense for the Quiet Wolf.
A/N
Lady Leyla Lefford
Made up mother of the lord of golden tooth in the Westerlands
Will disappear from story
Domina Hill
Daughter of Sandra Lefford and Torrhen Stark
Alerie Ormollen
Tregar and Lynesse eldest child
Malora Ormollen
Their second eldest, both named after her sisters
Randyll Harloon
Feared undefeated pit fighter
Ground commander for Madeline
Amelia Pyke
Former commander for Greyjoys during their rebellion
Bastard daughter of Balon Greyjoy and half sister of Yara
Isabelle Isles
Barmaid at the Merrygrove inn
Not an important character but another bastard born, this time Isles
Read, review, tell me how I did.
Ric
