"Of all the places to find the dead, this isn't one of them"
She commented sourly for the fifth time in the past hour to the dark icy presence in her mind.
"Because someone couldn't keep his powers and emotions in check lately and now the Watch burns all their dead, right away, they won't take any chances anymore that it will be up stumbling around going garrrrrr!
And they keeps copious records"
The ancient order did love keeping records it seemed more than anything else.
He wisely ignored her comment about making extra wights, and his clever beautiful Edaline was correct.
This would be the worst place for her to acquire a guard, also simply because should her brother see it and it would try to blend in and pass human.
Jon would no doubt have recognized one of his brothers or a wildling warrior that fought at his side.
He didn't even suggest any of the other wildring men or women that came over with Jon Snow to this side of the wall.
He knew his Eda's strange moral compass, could actually just picture her saying.
"Those people have been through a lot, most of them took on caring for multiple orphaned children - because of us, because of Hardhome, don't touch them, please just don't"
He also knew she refused to admit it, but she was blaming herself the broken families and all the loss of Hardhome.
A lot more now that she, in spite of herself was getting to know some, helping feed and change the orphaned babes and give milk of the poppy to the injured.
He thought again about his Edaline who might not care about humanity or Westeros as a whole.
But cared a great deal about people.
Initially he thought it only extended to her family and he humored it.
Now when he saw her helping those weaker than she was.
And felt the deep sorrow all the unnecessary deaths her unfortunate visit to their camp inflicted he was conflicted.
She still she didn't blame their deaths on him, it never even crossed her mind.
It was just part of the course in her eyes.
He was the lord of winter and army of the dead, killing is how he solved problems.
He sincerely hoped she continued to see things from that perspective.
So he was caught completely off guard when she pulled on his services to animate a handsome young wildring man laying flat and dead as a doornail in her bed.
Why was a man in her room!
She dismissed his irritation.
"I don't know his name, but he had a festering wound on his leg that was killing him slowly, without even Samwell here to treat it he had no hope, I just invited him to my room and gave him a lot more milk of the poppy than is probably good for anyone living…"
"He was going to die suffering" she said darkly
"I am not wrong about it, I can always see when people or animals are sick and dying or will soon die of natural causes - like how the keeper knew which pregnant pigs to separate …" she added dismissively.
"I told mother she had nothing to worry about with Bran after he fell. She never listened to me, but our father did - he wasn't worried to leave them"
"Unfortunately it doesn't expand to violent things people like to do to each other" she added angrily.
He was somewhat surprised… trying to raise a dead piglet as a child was a peculiar and odd thing he supposed, but trying isn't succeeding.
She never mentioned she was the one who knew which animals were ill and meant to die… Greenseer or not, that was not a power for the living to have.
Especially just a silly child!
He was suddenly very angry at something he couldn't explain.
He pushed it down and focused before Eda noticed the change in his presence.
"Well, raise him?" she prodded.
"I got an unwitnessed death of someone who won't be missed."
He focused and warged into the newly dead man.
Edaline made sure her door was locked and came back to the bed.
She had her arms crossed over her chest and was smiling at the brilliant blue flames staring at her as two cold arms grabbed and pulled her onto his lap with inhuman strength.
He forgot why he was irritated.
Having her flesh under his fingertips (sort of his) was so much better than having her in any vision they shared.
He preferred using his own body, his stamina strength and preternatural senses being part of who he was.
But this was different and… interesting.
When he used Yarro's body briefly for their short time together they haven't been together in the flesh so he didn't pay much attention to many little things he now knew about her.
Plus she only shared a kiss with him in that body.
This body was just as fresh - but this time, he could compare the silkiness of her warm skin both ways.
Smell and taste her through this human body.
She was just as small, tight and delicious on this side of the wall.
She unlaced the top of her dress and straddled him, rubbing herself his large hard shaft still concealed by his breeches.
Being hard in this body was different too, but just as pleasant when you had a perfect eager girl to stroke and want to free your cock like her life depended on it.
Edaline was still on top of at the moment but they were on the bed now and she was eagerly working her mouth down his chest.
Though she murmured she loved his blue ridged chest more this would have to do.
He was enjoying it, it would be just a day or so until she was back in his real arms on the side of the wall where she belonged…
She pulled out his (the man's) cock and froze completely.
Stopped doing everything she was getting lost in and just stared.
It took her king a moment to figure it out but he did, and the glowing blue eyes began to laugh at her.
"WHAT" she snapped refusing to acknowledge anything at all was not ok.
"Oh Edaline, I love you my precious girl, my little queen"
He always forgot that his fierce little minx has never been with another man, never been with a living human man or probably being a lady, even seen a nude one.
All she knew was his hairless ridged tight frozen blue flesh. His cock - large straight and lacking any extra skin was all she has ever seen.
He took her small hand and helped her pull the excess skin off the curved engorged cock and guided her mouth past the hair to the curved shaft so he could feel her smart tongue on his manhood in someway.
And once she started to lose herself in it, he flipped her on her knees and entered her from behind and she moaned and spasmed in pleasure unexpectedly when the curved cock of this borrowed body hit her spots in different ways his own did.
They were just finished (and it was grand though this body had no seed to spill) he still spilled plenty.
When they heard the horns outside, then some commotion and a short time later Jon frantically calling for Edaline to come down.
Jon the stoic brooding crow, rarely sounded this way, if ever, so Eda actually jumped up from her lover's embrace and began to dress.
"My love, dress and hide this body somewhere until I find the opportunity I need to slip away and come back to you, or until later tonight" and she smiled and licked her full lips.
"I love you my king!" and she kissed him passionately one last time and ran out to see what that pup wanted.
The king smiled darkly, having a wight at Castle Black on any day was never a bad thing, having one he could warge into to fuck his beautiful little queen while she was here, doubly so.
This was a great idea on her part - she was a clever little one - his Eda.
He wasn't even cross with her for leaving his arms so abruptly.
She barely fixed her hair in place when she was out in the yard to see Jon who was hugging and saw a braid of bright red hair.
No, it couldn't be!
And she ran as fast as she could and jumped into her older sister's arms.
Edaline briefly reached out with her mind to her lover and told him what occurred. He told her to spend all the time she wanted with her family but she would have to find creative ways to make it up to him later.
He honestly didn't mind, in just a few days she would be at his side and they would have eternity in the snow together.
After all the tears and initial catching up, Edaline took Sansa to her room to get her cleaned and changed.
She was glad her guest was either well hidden or elsewhere.
She didn't want to frighten Sansa. It sounded like her last few months as Lady Bolton and her journey here were as horrible as they could be.
She climbed behind Sansa on the bed like she did when they were girls back home and began to unlace her dress.
The criss-cross of lashmarks bites and cuts across Sansa's back and breasts!
Sansa noticeably stiffened at Edaline's pause.
"So, Jon mentioned you were held captive by a wildling cannibal for a while but you are doing better I hear?" said Sansa with a dark sad smile.
When did her bright shiny older perfect lady sister gather such darkness and hate in her eyes!
Some things were not alright, bright proud LADY Sansa, the brightest flower of Winterfell was never meant to carry this in her pretty face.
Brooding was best left to Jon and anger was always Arya's best skill.
Darkness, this sort of darkness - was where Edaline existed - with her dead animals and uncanny sense about death.
Such things did not belong on her pretty happy sister who loved lemon cakes and beautiful dresses and flowers!
Eda ignored Sansa's question about her own supposed ordeal.
"What else did he do to you" Edaline hissed through her teeth and and her hands were in tight fists.
It took her a long time and creative questions to get Sansa to tell her the rest.
Edaline laid her beautiful sister on her belly and gently looked her over.
She was horrified by more intimate details she found.
She adored having her lover of ice, an inhuman monster to everyone in this castle who have now seen him in the dead flesh.
She adored having her lover of ice enter her from every way possible.
She loved the slow pleasure-pain that came when he entered her that way.
Loved it when he worked up the speed and stretched her out.
And true she was sometimes sore afterwards but that was more than fine.
But she could only imagine what the injury would look like and how painful it could be if the recipient wasn't relaxed or willing.
Well, now she no longer needed to imagine it, she saw it with her own eyes .
"I will kill him" Edaline whispered
"What?" Sansa was surprised at such anger even from Edaline.
"Nothing"
Later when talks of future plans were being made by the two older Stark orphans she excused herself saying she was feeling unwell and wanted to retired to her room.
Maybe she was sick like her mother sometimes was when Eda was little before Arya was born, and then before Bran...
She figured last night was from all the crying, and this morning..
She was grabbed by strong cold hands of the wight currently being warged by her lover.
Cold hands were exploring her body and teeth were deliciously pulling down the laces of her bodice.
"My love"… she turned to face the blue eyes in the darkness casting a sinister source of light.
The look in her eyes was new, it was…
It was making his cock even harder, reaching into that darkness inside of him - teasing it and pulling some of his… darker impulses of things he desired closer to the surface.
His beautiful night queen.
Forcing him to face her she kissed him hard and passionate - as she pulled away he noticed she must have been crying"
"I need to be away from you a while longer my love, my king"
What?
He was suddenly furious!
"I need to talk to you, as you, not ...this thing"
And she laid back on the bed and fell into darkness without waiting for his response.
He laid her body gently down and left the wight standing guard.
She met him in a snowy plane he was currently present
.
He was angry so the wind was mercilessly pulling at her hair and long black dress, snapping the fabrics with such loud ferocity he could hear it from 10 feet away.
She paid no mind.
She walked over to him, her eyes had that strange cold look in them.
"Am I really your queen!" She demanded.
"For all the time to come, and I am yours and you are mine until the world ends!" she yelled over the howling elements.
He stopped the wind abruptly and slowly nodded, she had never actually questioned her status as a queen in his life though he called her that, he was… intrigued.
"The Lannisters tore up my family, the south is foul, nothing good can come from anyone sitting on a STUPID FUCKING THRONE MADE OF BROKEN INSTRUMENT OF DEATH"
She screamed the last part and he felt the winds pick up around them again swirling the snow in a torrent of fury.
.
Except it wasn't HIS fury.. he stared at her in loss for words.
"Ramsay Bolton tortured my sister" she continued.
"Took away her humanity and stripped away her flesh little bits at a time. Now he has my little BROTHER!
HE HAS OUR HOME!"
The storm around them was in full force now.
"I WANT THEM ALL TO DIE TO FREEZE!"
She was screaming now to be heard over the howling wind.
"HELP ME TAKE BACK THE NORTH AND SPARE IT'S PEOPLE, AND MAKE THE REST OF WESTEROS INTO AN ICY DESERT!
AND I WILL HELP YOU TEAR DOWN THIS WRETCHED WALL ONCE AND FOR ALL"
He stared dumbfounded.
She looked wild and breathtaking - ice was sticking to her wild hair like a white crown.
She no longer looked like a fragile little human girl who fearlessly dared to seduce the mighty Night King - she looked every bit the Night Queen he was once promised in a prophecy torn from a dying child of the forest.
And all the parts fell into place in his ancient mind.
So….this was how it was going to play out...
But for all the significance that had, he realized it didn't matter.
Because he loved the fierce beautiful creature before him when she was just a muddy mortal girl who crossed the wall into the land of always winter on her own just to be with him.
He loved her when she was the wild seductress that teased and tormented him with her soft flesh the first time she fiercely pulled of her clothes in front of a dead man in Castle Black - her eyes dark with desire for him.
He loved her the first time she walked towards him in that first shared vision - eyes wide with amazement - when every mortal being in the past 8000 years had ran in fear.
He dropped on one knee in front of her and took her hands in his.
And willed the wind and snow to stop with his own powers - he didn't think she even knew she was causing it.
"My beautiful, eternal perfect queen" he said,
"My little Edaline" he added more intimately kissing her hands, her wrists..,
"If this is what you wish to happen - this is what we will do" he simply said.
Her eyes widened in surprise and she dropped down next to him and began to cry large hot tears.
"I love you… " she whispered. No longer the fierce force but just his delicious little Edaline again.
And he said it back and kissed her hair.
He was the happiest he has ever been at that moment