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298 AC (32 years after the creation of Avalon) (Game of Thrones Beginning)
Harrenhal March, Avalonian Lands of the Riverlands,
Theodore fluttered his eyes as he heard three quick taps on his door. He heard a slight growl beside him, and when he saw Marcus lying in bed while trying to stifle the noise by placing a cushion on his head, he chuckled. He looked at the door before exclaiming:
"Come in!"
Marcus pulled the pillow off his head before glaring on his darkest glaze to the buffoon daring wake him up at this ungodly hour. Theo rolled his eyes before redirecting his gaze to the butler entering the room. It was Maklik, the Butler of the Nott-Flint family. Yes, the two men were happily married with a child, a handsome six-year-old boy named Harry in honour of their King (the latter had appreciated the gesture).
"Masters, their majesties have come in. They are waiting in the Hall," said the butler, bowing.
Immediately after hearing the words of the butler, the two men jumped out of bed to get dressed. They probably did not expect the presence of their kings. They dressed in two-to-three movements before quickly descending the floors in the direction of the Great Hall (formerly known as the Hall of a thousand hearts).
They obviously noticed the amused glances that the Kings and their guards sent to them. Theo decided to bow quickly.
"Your majesty, you honour us with your presence," said Theo as Marcus did the same.
"No need to react as if you had a broom deep in the ass, though with Marcus, I guess we can actually talk about brooms ..." Harry commented.
At his words, everyone burst out laughing while Theo blushed to the ears like a virgin in distress. For his part, Marcus puffed his chest, proud of him and sporting a jeering smile.
"Harry!" Theo replied, still blushing.
"You cannot deny it Theo, we all know that Marcus has a real python between his legs, and seeing as I am a parselmouth, I know what I'm talking about!" Laughed Harry with the others.
"Enough to surpass us?" Jason asked, wrapping his arms around Harry's thin waist. The latter gave him a wink before whispering in his ear (while speaking loudly). "You and Percy are not pythons, but Basilisks."
The other two Kings smiled, proud of themselves as the Royal Guards and other staff burst out
laughing. Well, from the little they heard almost every night at Hogwarts, they could not deny that Harry had to tell the truth.
Theo did not waste time before enjoining them to have a good breakfast. For the occasion, a huge banquet was served to commemorate the arrival of their monarchs. While they were having lunch, Marcus decided to ask aloud the question that Theo was asking himself in a whisper.
"Tell me Harry, why are you here?" He asked, pointing to him, his consorts, and the royal guards.
Harry gave him a small smile as he finished swallowing his beef bourguignon. It was Percy who decided to answer the expected question that her husband could not answer.
"Since we could not come for the opening of the palace because of the birth of the twins, we decided to come here today. Well, it's a little late but it was time we saw with our own Eyes the expanse of our lands beyond Avalon. "Percy quickly explained before giving a gasp of surprise at seeing that his wine was completely blue.
"Ah, yes, I remember now, at least you could witness our wedding," said Theo smiling.
The monarchs nodded.
"I also want to have a detailed report on the Harrenhal March," he asked, looking at Theo. The Marquis nodded.
"Okay, so everything is going well for the moment, we get several merchants from the Seven Kingdoms every day to sell their products and, most importantly, to buy our own, they take the opportunity to stock up and enjoy our safe roads while the other roads of the Riverlands are constantly attacked by brigands and other degenerates, which is frankly horrible.
As you must know, there was a little revolt on the part of the Iron Islands eight years ago. They tried to attack the port of Halrian's eye (formerly the God's Eye) but they did not expect at all to face one of our galleons. They lost ten ships before retreating. Since then, not a single ironborn has tried to get close to here, "explained Theo before a big smile, thinking back to the death of these rapists.
The three kings nodded. They remembered this revolt very well. The Ironborns had attempted to attack an Avalonian merchant fleet before being crushed like the cockroaches they are. Following this attack, Harry officially declared the war on the ironborn, shocking Westeros as a whole. Thus, when Robert Baratheon went with the Royal Fleet towards the Iron Islands, he was subject to a magnificent spectacle: The island of Pyk completely besieged by a gigantic fleet using various magical cannons while mages attacked by the way of the sky thanks to their brooms. Balon Greyjoy was delivered with his son Theon to Robert by Alastor Moody.
"News of the yellow shits?" Fenrir asked, who had stood aside.
His question made everyone laugh. Yellow shits, the sweet nickname of Lannisters in all Avalon. Frankly, nobody liked the Lannisters, which was perfectly understandable.
"Well, three months ago, I delivered the letter that finally answered their request to cross our lands. Tywin Lannister was very shocked to get an answer eleven years after his request." replied Theo, snorting under his breath.
"I suspect he must be partially lost, but I decided to let him go back to trading with us, so it will be easier for me to watch his every move. Did you give the painting? "asked Harry with a sadistic smile.
Marcus folded in half while laughing, shocking most of the guards who did not understand what was happening.
"You should have seen his head when he saw your portrait with Percy and Jason say hello to him, especially when Percy's portrait drew his sword by showing Brightroar to Tywin. In Avada Kedavarizing your painting with his eyes, we would have I thought your portrait was going to burst on the spot! "laughed Marcus.
At his words, a monstrous laugh was heard throughout the room, lords and soldiers being miserable as they laughed at the bad fortune of Tywin Lannister. Not to mention that the painting was used to spy on the Lannisters. It was a master stroke from the Avalon Monarchs.
"Actually, we're here for another reason," Jason began with a smirk. "Oh?" Said Theo, intrigued.
"Yup We have heard that Robert the Whale is going to visit his old friend Eddard-the hypocrite with his wife, Cersei-the-whore and their children, Joffrey-the-bastard, Tommen-the-bastard and
Myrcella-the-bastard, not to mention Jaime the kinfucker, "Fenrir Greyback interjected, bursting everyone into laughter.
Everyone was perfectly aware of the so-called secrets of the Westerosi and Essosi. They obviously had the advantage of never confiding in humans, so if the information was public among the Avalonians, it was not the case with muggles. It was horribly hilarious for Harry and the other elves.
"Frankly, how does this jerk not know that his wife is cheating on him with her own brother?" Asked Marcus, surprised.
"Maybe he knows and he masturbates ... it must be exciting for him ...", Marcus offered with a smile.
"Personally, I must admit that seeing the Redrunner twins sleep together is exciting enough, but then for the two blondes ..." Fenrir said.
All eyes were on him as he heard his comment. "The twins?" Percy asked incredulously.
Fenrir looked at him before giving him a big smile that said a lot.
"Yup, I'm fucking the two redheads, and frankly, I loved it!" Fenrir replied laughing handsomely. Harry frowned as he thought back to something.
"Reassure me Fenrir, when you told me to help Fred and George for their training, you were serious ... After all, I do not pay you to 'have fun' with other members of the guard ...", Harry then threatened. darting Fenrir with his darkest gaze.
The Captain of the Royal Guard whitens before stammering.
"No, of course not ... I trained them ..." Fenrir began to assert himself as Harry raised an eyebrow, "Yes, I trained them! Promised, sworn, spat, cross wood, iron cross, if I lie, I'll go to a convent! "
"He would be able to go to a convent just to fuck all the virgins ..." Jason commented.
Once again, everyone laughed as Fenrir puffed his chest, proud of himself. He could not help it if he fucked everything that moves. It was surely a latent effect of his lycanthropy.
Theodore decided to come back to what Jason had said.
"And about Robert, why does that explain your presence here?" He asked, looking at the monarchs.
Before Harry could answer his question, he heard a thunderous 'Mom' behind him. Everyone turned to see a little boy with brown hair and silver-blue eyes running at full speed to throw himself into Theo's arms while a butler ran behind the little boy. The adults snickered when they saw the boy.
"Harry, do not tell me you've decided to escape your lessons yet?" Marcus next to him. "But dad, it's boring!" Grumbled the boy.
He noticed that there were several adults around him. His eyes widened when he saw the royal guard and especially the Monarchs. The little boy blushed to the ears before taking refuge once again in the arms of his 'mother'. The butler behind the boy approached before bowing.
"I'm really sorry Master Theodore, but the young master seems unable to focus on our current lesson," the butler politely apologized.
"And what was that lesson?" Harry asked from the end of the table. The butler widened his eyes before bowing once more.
"We were learning the history of our glorious empire, your majesty, and now the lesson was about the Great Muggle-Magic War," the butler replied, still bowing.
Harry nodded before redirecting his gaze to his younger namesake.
"Harry Nott-Flint, I advise you to keep this lesson in. After all, we have all experienced this great war here," Harry advised with a small smile.
The boy looked at him before nodding briskly, running quickly to his classroom, followed by a butler not knowing what to do. Harry smiled as he saw Theodore's shocked look.
"You really have a gift with the children!" Exclaimed the young Marquis. The three monarchs burst out laughing.
"For sure he has a gift, as soon as it's a mess with Arthur and Merlin, he just has to lift his finger and HOP, the twins are standing at attention in front of the beloved mom." Percy sneered.
Harry swelled cheeks like a hamster while sending a dark glare to Percy. "At least, they listen to me, not like others," Harry said, mocking him.
Percy blushed before looking down as the others burst out laughing.
"Only one of our children obeys Percy, and it's Guinevere," Jason commented as the laughter redoubled.
Percy pouted a bit before smiling, thinking back to his beautiful little girl. She had inherited much of Percy, to believe that she was indeed the reincarnation of his mother. Guinevere Sally Sunstrider was a pretty little girl, nine years old, with blue-green-golden eyes, long ebony hair and white skin. She was of unparalleled beauty, and of a very sweet character, as was Sally Jackson.
"We can barely manage a child, I wonder how you manage to handle three ..." Marcus commented, holding his head in his hands.
"Well, it's not as hard as it sounds. Merlin and Arthur are relatively wise, except that they like to prank around, especially our Royal Guards. They have calmed down lately," Jason remarked thoughtfully.
"It's quite normal that they've calmed down Jace, they've started their courtship with Aegon, so they have better things to do than make our brave guards cry ..." Percy scoffed, sending a mocking glance at Fenrir.
He blushed before he exclaimed.
"It was only once! And these little monsters had wrecked itching powders in my underpants! You do not imagine the ordeal for a werewolf full of hair! "
Once again, laughter was heard in the room while some wiped tears from laughing. The Sunstrider twins were worse than the Redrunner twins, and had said little. They were also nicknamed the Pranking Gods'
in honour of Hermes and Apollo, which often made the former demi-gods laugh. On the other hand, they had also managed to be feared by the Royal Guard, after all, they were real demons.
"Now that I think about it, have you ever had the 'conversation' with them?", Theodore asked.
Theodore did not know how he was going to talk about sex, and so on with his son, so he hoped to glean some information from the monarchs. He noticed a hilarious Jason, which intrigued him.
"Harry decided not to be bothered, he literally gave the twins a 'AvalonX' magazine with a pensive full of memories between various male Avalonians who kindly volunteered to teach the twins, not forgetting the TV channel AvalX I still remember the sentence he told them, "the blond monarch chuckled as Percy burst out laughing.
The Avalonians in the room leaned forward to hear Harry's famous phrase. The latter blushed slightly before announcing it aloud.
"Read, look and train for your future husband, just think of putting on protections, I will not allow my twins to be pregnant BETWEEN them without the participation of Aegon."
The Avalonians burst out laughing. Fortunately for them, the twins were born with the soulmate bond, so it was not considered an incest to lie between them, although some might disagree. But no one did, after all, who would dare to contradict his god?
Marcus then snorted before watching Theo.
"In this case, we will do the same , of course, since he does not have a marriage contract, he will be given a simple access to AvalX, no need for pensive ..." Marcus commented, continuing to snort.
Theodore nodded, totally agreeing with his husband. After all, it was quite useless to collect various memories in a pensive for their son.
Harry decided to come back to the question asked by Theodore.
"Regarding your question about Robert, the reason for our presence is quite simple, we know that he is going to cross the area today to continue his journey to the North, and of course, we intend to join him. I've always wanted to visit the North, "Harry said with a smirk.
"And I guess you have no other reasons?" Asked Theodore suspiciously. Harry gave him a small smile.
"Let's just say that Luna strongly advised me to go in. According to her, we will have the right to a real show," Harry replied cryptically.
Theodore and Marcus sighed by mutual agreement. All in all, something horrible was going to happen, an event that was sure to change everything, and Harry wanted to be in the front row, as usual. They had always known that Harry had a sadistic side to appreciate the pain of others (at least muggles) and that he was happy to make their life a real disaster. They were very surprised that he decided to marry Teddy and Sirius to muggles.
"Well, I guess we just have to wait for the Obese King and his convoy of morons," Fenrir interjected once again, making everyone laugh.
Three hours later,
Cersei Lannister was impatient for the first time in years. She still blamed herself for not being able to attend the wedding at Quel'Thalas, but unfortunately, Tommen had been sick and expected that he was freshly born, she refused to travel with him. As for her husband, the latter preferred to go fuck the first whore available than go to Quel'Thalas. In fact, Cersei knew perfectly well that if Robert refused to go there was simply because there was no brothel and that prostitution was completely prohibited and illegal among the Avalonians, something that Cersei liked very much.
In any case, she was delighted today to have chosen to travel with her idiot husband. At first she was not excited, but when he informed her that they were going through the Harrenhal March (although she does not know what a March is), she decided everything to accompany him. After all, she would finally be able to visit a place belonging to Quel'doreis (who oddly preferred to call themselves Avalonians and referred to Quel'doreis as a race, something she did not understand. Wasn't it the same thing?).
As she looked through the curtains of the coach, her eyes widened in amazement. The place was simply beautiful. She felt like she was no longer in Westeros. There were green plants everywhere, huge trees and bushes carved everywhere with lampposts and even statues. Not to mention the huge golems that patrolled the roads, ignoring the royal procession as if nothing had happened.
And when she finally saw Harrenhal, her breath was blocked. The place was simply spectacular. It had nothing to do with the Harrenhal she had visited younger at the tournament that was responsible for this war. No, the place was just magical.
The castle was huge and made entirely of white and gray stones, immense towers with golden roofs and crystals while the doors were made of a very light and beautiful wood. She had never seen such a beautiful place before, and she wondered internally if Quel'Thalas and Avalon in general looked like that. When the procession passed the door, she was surprised to see a gigantic market with hundreds of peasants, merchants and other nobles shopping or looking at various products. She had heard about the famous Harrenhal Market, but she did not think it was so prestigious.
"This place is better than King's Landing, we should do exactly the same thing at home, after all, we are the royal family!", Commented Joffrey Baratheon (Waters), looking at the beauty of Harrenhal.
Nobody answered his comment, but all thought he was right. Living in such a place was worthy of the Westeros royal family. Finally, they arrived at the entrance to the Great Hall of Harrenhal, and they had to get off the coach to pay homage to the lords of the place. Of course, Robert decided to lead the march, but they all noticed one thing: There were Royal Guards of Avalon everywhere.
When they were all escorted into the Great Hall, they immediately understood why seeing the three Avalon Kings sitting quietly while chatting with the Nott-Flint Marquis. Theodore and Marcus got up to greet Robert.
"King Robert, what a pleasure to welcome you on this day, we did not expect you to arrive," Marcus commented, showing himself at once polite while chastising him.
Robert Baratheon grinned before bursting into laughter.
"Ah, sorry for that, the trip was prepared at the last minute, I did not foresee the death of my hand and old friend after all," replied Robert.
Marcus and Theodore nodded, perfectly understanding the situation.
"In any case, let us welcome you and your family to the Harrenhal March," Theodore said with a small smile.
It was then that Harry and his two husbands got up to approach the royal procession. Harry did not hesitate to shake Robert's hand, the other monarchs doing the same.
"King Robert, what a pleasure to see you again, we have not been able to see each other for a long time, what a pity you could not attend my wedding," Harry greeted him with a smile that was meant to be a treat.
Robert nodded quickly.
"Yes, still sorry for that, one of my children was sick and I couldn't possibly leave him in that state, I hope you understand?" Asked Robert.
The three Avalonian monarchs nodded.
"Yes, we understand perfectly, in any case, let me introduce you to my husbands, Perseus and Jason," said Harry pointing to the other two monarchs.
Robert shook their hand once more. Robert decided to do the same with his family.
"In that case, I'll introduce you to my wife, Cersei and our kids, Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella," Robert quickly introduced as the Monarchs were pleased to kiss Cersei's hand.
(A pleasure obviously false, they especially wanted to vomit, but it was not very correct ...)
"Queen Cersei, we welcome you to the Harrenhal March," Jason exclaimed, giving Cersei a charming smile.
The latter blushed at the sight of the three elven monarchs, which annoyed Jaime and made the three monarchs smile. Robert then noticed Harry's cold stare, and he quickly realized why he saw Jaime .
"I see that you brought with you the Kingslayer? "Harry commented in a polar voice. "Yes, Tywin stuck him to me like a whore after a purse," Robert replied.
His response led to an exceptional laugh among the Avalonians while Jaime became angry. Surprisingly, Cersei did not seem angry, probably still under the charm of the Avalonians.
"I see, in this case, my condolences, both for the bitch and your friend," Harry said, making Robert smile. It was then that Joffrey decided to ask an intelligent question.
"What is a March?" He asked haughtily.
Harry looked at him before making a slight, slightly vicious smile that did not reassure Joffrey. "Ah, Crown Prince Joffrey, is that it?" Asked Harry.
"Yes," said Joffrey simply.
"Okay, so I'm going to answer your little question, but I suggest we sit down and wait for the answer to be very long," Harry suggested, pointing to the seats around the table.
The Westerosi nodded before sitting down with the Avalonians. Butlers appeared to serve them enough to drink while various appetizers appeared for those with a little hunger. Harry cleared his throat lightly.
"Listen to me or you may not follow correctly what I'm going to explain to you First of all, you have to know that the Avalon Empire is extremely different from all the other Kingdoms of this World, and this for a good reason: Our nobility and our technological advance is very different, not to mention the magic.
But in this case, what interests us is the nobility. First of all, the nobility is divided into several titles and other forms of politeness. So we will start from the top.
At the top, we have the Royal Family, and in this case, also Imperial. In Avalon, the ruling family have all rights, without exception. We are everywhere at home, we can take the land, destroy it, eliminate families, choose who is noble or not. We have no limits, this is what we call an Absolute Monarchy of Divine Rights. It simply means that our power comes from the gods, although in our case we are gods with a carnal envelope. When we die, my husbands, my children and I will become cosmic entities ruling the World.
Then we have the Imperial Council. This Council is both in and out of the nobility expected that this is by no means a title of nobility. However, it is exclusively made up of ducal families and serves to administer the Kingdom. It is equivalent to the King's Council. The Council is led by Lucius Sunbearer, the Grand Magister, which is the equivalent of the King's Hand.
Below, we have the Ducal families. The Ducal families are spreading the rest of Avalon Lands to administer the Kingdom on our behalf. If I had to give an equivalent, it would be the ruling families of Westeros like Tyrell or Baratheon. The Ducal families are all related in one way or another to the Royal family, so, if the Royal family was to die out by some unknown cause, then the succession would be according to the proximity family. The lands are called Duchies.
But it's not over because there are other titles of nobility just as important. We have the Marquis who are Counts whose lands are located at borders with other countries. They have complete control over their lands like kings and only report to the Royal family. The lands are called Marches and there is currently only one.
Then we have the Counts. To be a Count, the family must have a long line with many lands. We count about fifty counties throughout Avalon. Each County is located on a Duchy, and therefore each Earl/Count must swear fealty to both the ruling Ducal family and the Royal family. I guess the Counties are what most resembles your other Lords composing Westeros.
Below the Counts we have the Viscounts. Similar to the Counts, the Viscounts possess lesser lands and are mostly younger branches of the Counts. They do, however, have the same duties as the Earls. They control Viscounties.
Then we have the Barons. The title of Baron is a rather special title as it is considered a form of recent nobility. The title of Baron can be obtained only by the King, who gives land and title to whom he likes. They run Baronies.
Right after, we have the title of Baronet. Unlike the Baron, the Baronet has no land. It is a noble title that can be purchased from the crown only if the person is rich enough to afford it. We sell a baronet title a year and this title is subject to auction. I think I remember that the last Baronet was Nolvak Taragdnos, who won the auction for a total of one hundred thousand golden suns, which is equivalent to five hundred thousand golden dragons.
Finally, we have courtesy titles, usually reserved for the descendants of Nobles who have not inherited titles or knights.
I wish to point out that all the titled nobles, from the Dukes to the Baronets, have seats in the Magisterium, a leading organ of the Empire dealing with the general administration of the Empire in addition to the creation of laws and to provide advice.
Does that answer your question, young prince? ", Explained Harry then.
The Westerosi were amazed at hearing Harry's explanations. Never before had they had a detailed explanation of the Avalonian nobility, and they finally came to understand the complexity of Avalonian politics. Nothing to do with Westeros.
For his part, Joffrey nodded. He had obviously particularly liked the part concerning the Absolute Monarchy. He wondered internally what it was like to have total power over all without being questioned.
Tommen decided to ask a question that had been bothering him since he had had a few lessons with the Grand Maester Pycelle.
"I heard about the Archmages, what is it?" Asked the young Westerosian prince.
Harry gestured to Theodore to answer the question, knowing full well that he was a true Library Rat. "To answer your question, Prince Tommen, I will have to quickly explain the story of Avalon.
You must know that Avalon is above all a Magical Kingdom and Magical Empire, so we depend entirely on our magic. Every Avalonian, without exception, is capable of magic and therefore of casting spells. But it is not innate, no, we must learn, and for that we have the city of Dalaran located on Quel'Shola, the Island of High-Illumination. Dalaran is a city entirely dedicated to our religion, but above all to culture and knowledge.
A gigantic Magic Academy is located in Dalaran, named the Emrys Academy. This Academy is intended for those wishing to focus on the art of magic to deepen their knowledge. We have an incredible number of courses and lessons to learn various facets of magic. There are four ranks with each course. Novices, Adepts, Experts and finally, Masters.
To obtain the title of Mage, every Avalonian must obtain an Expertise in a field, even a master's degree. It's nothing complicated due to the incredible number of courses. For the moment, all the students managed to obtain the title of Mage. However, there are other titles.
The title of Magus is an advanced title of Mage for which one must obtain two masters regardless of the fields. They are usually powerful wizards.
Finally, we have the Archmages. Archmages are those who possess a minimum of Three Masters without forgetting that they must be Adept in ALL areas, without exception. This explains the scarcity of Archmages.
However, Mages, Magus and Archmages are more than mere practitioners of magic and scholars. These titles have an important value in the military hierarchy. As a result, the Mage is equivalent to a sergeant, the Magus to a captain while the Archmage is equivalent to a general. It should also be known that there is an Archmage Council, also known as the Magic College, which is used to select future Archmages and to inspect the Academy and, of course, to revise the courses.
I specify that all the members of the Royal family as well as all the Dukes are Archmages. The Archmage having the most mastery is none other than our High King Emperor Halrian Sunstrider with a total of one hundred and twenty-six masteries out of a total of one hundred and thirty masteries. ", Explained Theodore with a certain passion.
The Westerosians opened their eyes once more. They probably did not expect such a complexity of Avalonian magic and ranks. Of course, Robert noticed something in his speech.
"And those who do not want to join this Academy? What are their options?" Asked the Westerosian King. Theodore looked at him before nodding. It was a good question.
"It's very simple, there are four great possibilities in our Empire.
The first is to do nothing and live a life of leasing. This does not mean, however, that these people are incapable of anything simply that they prefer to rest and do nothing. Contrary to what one might think,
they are not defenceless. After all, ALL Avalonians must go to a Magical School for seven years to learn how to harness our magic.
Then we have those who decide to work in the non-military and non-magical fields. They can be bankers, farmers, fishermen or engineers. We have an incredible number of trades that do not need to be Mage or Soldier. I wish to point out that ALL trades are valued in the Empire.
Then we have those who decide to join the Army. For this, they must integrate the Military Academy to receive a five-year training as soldiers. They can, of course, access the Officers' Academy to immediately obtain a high rank in the army. The best of our soldiers can join the Royal Military Academy to join the Royal Guard. I wish to point out that only the elite is authorized at the Royal Military Academy and that all the royal recruits must be Mages.
Finally, we have those who decide to join the Magic Academy, but I do not need to explain all that again, "Theodore replied.
Robert nodded, pleased enough. He completely agreed with this Military Academy story. He would have liked to be able to integrate these kinds of academies into Westeros, but he knew that it was impossible for lack of funds and so on. What a pity!
It was then that a few steps resounded and a dwarf made his entrance. It was none other than Tyrion Lannister who had fallen asleep in the carriage. The latter did not hesitate to shake Harry's hand, shocking the other Westerosi. What no one knew was that Tyrion was behind the authorization given to the Lannisters to return to the Avalonian lands. After all, he was the only Lannister the Avalonians appreciated.
"Tyrion, what a pleasure to see you again," Harry greeted him with a big smile. The dwarf looked at him before returning his smile. He really liked Harry.
"I'm glad to see you again, Harry, I see you had the opportunity to meet my dear family?" Said Tyrion, pressing hard on the dear word.
"Indeed Tyrion, how is it that you're late?" Asked Percy curiously. "I fell asleep and was too lazy to get up," the dwarf replied simply.
At these words the Avalonians snorted in concert under the perplexed looks of the Westerosi. For her part, Cersei raged internally. She did not know at all that Tyrion had such good relations with the Avalonians. Damn little monster...
"Tell me, King Robert, if I'm not mistaken, you're heading north, are not you?" Harry asked with a strange glint in his eyes.
Robert nodded slowly.
"Yes, I have an important request to submit to my old friend Ned," replied the Fat King.
"Would you mind if we accompanied you? We have never had the opportunity to visit the North before, it would be a first time for us," Harry asked with a small smile.
Robert widened his eyes slightly before smiling.
"Why not? After all, the more we're crazy, the more we laugh! And then Ned will not say no, I'm the King! "Replied Robert, shaking his head.
"Perfect, in this case, Kreacher!" Shouted Harry, shocking the Westerosians.
They were not out of their way, and they jumped when a Butler appeared suddenly in front of Harry. "Yes master?" Kreacher asked, bowing low.
"May the royal procession be prepared for our trip to the north of Westeros, as long as you are there, inform our children of our absence for the next days, preferably I wish Narcissa to take care of Guinevere, he will know how to "As for the twins, I trust Elia Targaryen," Harry ordered as Robert narrowed his eyes at Elia Martell's name.
"At your orders, your majesty," Kreacher replied before disappearing into a sound *pop*. "Elia Targaryen, do you leave your kids with this slut?" Robert asked sharply.
Harry looked at him coldly before giving him a scary smile.
"Of course, after all, our twins will marry her son," Harry said as if he were talking about the weather. Cersei squinted before asking a question in a rather abrupt voice.
"Her son?" She asked.
"Yes, Aegon Targaryen," Percy replied with a big, stupid smile.
Robert quickly turned red, ready to scream and calm down quickly, feeling Harry's angry look on him.
"Do not worry, Aegon has no plans to take Westeros back - after all, why go back to Westeros when he can settle for Avalon?" Jason asked in a logical way.
The Westerosi cast a thought before nodding.
"What about the Targaryens who fled to Essos?" Asked Robert.
"They do not concern us, and since Aegon and Elia were abandoned by Queen Rhaella, they no longer consider her to be from the same family, she and her children, they can die for all they care", Harry said in a simple, concise manner.
Robert nodded suddenly, understanding the message. In short, he could not attack Elia and her children, but Daenerys and Viserys were not concerned by this protection. For his part, Harry thought only one thing: ' I never said that I did not plan to take back Westeros. Muggle idiot. '
Two hours later, Robert Baratheon's procession resumed northward, followed closely by the Royal Avalonian Procession.
The Avalonian Procession was composed of five coaches (one royal coach and four coaches for the guards) each of which could accommodate about fifty Royal Guards. Not to mention the thirty Royal Guards mounting Pegasus and escorting the coaches. Obviously, the coaches did not have wheels and floated, which explained the extreme stability inside. Cersei and Joffrey were extremely jealous of this peculiarity but could not do anything about it. The crown prince had tried to be invited (in short he tried to force the passage) but he was quickly discouraged by an imposing Fenrir with a damn broadsword on the back.
The trip lasted several days, time to move quietly along the road (and especially because Robert insisted on stopping at each brothel on the road ...) and appreciate the landscape, finally, for the little that there was to appreciate. Surprisingly, Harry felt nostalgic, like most Avalonians. The place was so reminiscent of England with its forests and plains, driving constant rain and etc. It was pretty beautiful to tell the truth.
When they entered the North, the Westerosians were surprised to see the Avalonians not reacting to the cold. After all, they had enchantments to warm up, unlike muggles who were trying to get warm with blankets and other such crap.
Winterfell, The North, Westeros,
Eddard Stark said Ned was patiently waiting with his wife and children (though Jon remains hidden behind) inside Winterfell in the yard. After all, he had to be there for the arrival of his friend and King, and of course his lovely family. He smiled a little when he saw Robert's procession arrived, but he whitened when he saw behind another procession, completely unexpected. When he sent a glance at his wife, he noticed immediately that she had also bleached. They had not foreseen the arrival of the Avalonian Monarchy at all.
But he had to admit that he was impressed by the Avalonians procession with pegasus and flying carriages. Not to mention that all the Royal Guards wore banners with the coat of arms of the Sunstrider family, a coat of arms that was still magnificent compared to other coats of arms.
Joffrey Baratheon (Waters) rode to the entrance while smiling at Sansa Stark while Robb shot the blonde daze, hoping internally that the latter farted a leg while falling from his horse. Once the Royal Westerosian Coach stopped, the members of Stark House knelt while Robert got off the coach before approaching Ned.
"Your grace," Ned greeted him with a small smile. "You have grown fat ," said Robert simply.
Ned's eyes widened before looking at the prominent belly of his old friend. The two men burst out laughing before hugging each other.
" Cat! ", Robert then looked at Catelyn Stark. "Your majesty," the Lady Stark bowed.
"Nine years I did not see you, where the hell were you?" Robert asked his friend again.
"I kept the North for you, your grace, Winterfell is entirely yours," Ned replied, tilting his head slightly.
Meanwhile, Cersei, Tommen and Myrcella got off their coach while the Avalonians stayed in theirs. What they did not know was that the interior of the Avalonian coaches was delighted to allow them to see through and hear everything. As a result, they simply watched the show. Some even ate popcorn.
"Where's the imp ?" Arya Stark asked boldly. "Are you going to shut up?", Sansa admonished.
"Oh, but what have we here? You have to be Robb . " Said Robert looking Robb before looking Sansa, "As for you, you're quite pretty?", Then he focused his gaze on Arya, "And what is your name? "
" Arya ," replied the smaller one.
"Oh . Show us your muscles Oh, we'll make a good soldier out of you." Commented Robert while watching Bran.
However, the children's eyes focused on Jaime Lannister who decided to take off his helmet. Harry snorted inwardly as he saw him shake his head slightly. He lacked only long hair to look like a model of a L'Oreal pub.
"Hey, it's Jaime Lannister, the Queen's twin brother," Arya exclaimed as her older brother looked angrily. "But will you shut up at the end?", Sansa reproached him.
Cersei then decided to approach the Stark family, to greet them even if she would have preferred to leave immediately for King's Landing, stopping preferably in Harrenhal.
"My Queen," Ned and Catelyn greeted, looking at her and bowing.
Before Robert could say anything, the Royal Avalonian Coach opened as Harry and his husbands descended quietly, followed closely by Fenrir and a dozen Royal Guards. They then went to Ned Stark to greet him.
"Your majesty, we welcome you to Winterfell and to the North," Ned bowed, his wife and children doing the same.
"Thank you Lord Stark, I apologize for this unexpected visit, but we were in Harrenhal when King Robert arrived, and we expressed our wish to discover the North in his company." diplomatic.
Ned nodded. Anyway, he could not afford to reject Harry, whether he liked it or not. So he was going to have to deal with it. For their part, the Stark children began to admire once again the Avalonians and their immense beauty. Sansa imagined herself already married to a powerful Avalonian lord to live in a beautiful sunny castle etc. For her part, Arya imagined herself as some of the Royal Guards, training and fighting to finally become a powerful warrior.
Even Robb began to imagine a wedding with one of the magnificent Avalonians, being extremely attractive. Bran seemed slightly lost, not knowing how to react when he saw the Avalonians. As for Jon, he was thinking back to the Avalonians' words about bastards in Avalon and how they were treated. If only he could have been an elf ... Maybe he could go to Avalon instead of going to the Wall? No, he'd rather go to the Wall, at least there, he would be with his uncle.
"Take me to the crypt, Ned.", Robert then ordered, looking his friend straight in the eye. Ned nodded before being interrupted by the surging shrew named Cersei.
"It's been a month since we traveled my love, surely the dead can wait?", Asked the Queen of the sluts haughtily.
Robert ignored him completely. "Ned!", He ordered again.
Ned nodded before leading his friend directly to the crypt. For his part, Catelyn decided to invite the Avalonians directly inside the castle, leaving the Lannisters to take care of their own problems.
During the Banquet organized in honour of the royal families, Robert was pleased to look after a prostitute in front of his own wife, disgusting both Cersei, Catelyn and the Avalonians. It was then that Jason, who was sitting next to Cersei, did not hesitate to make his opinion known.
"Fortunately that kind of behaviour will never happen to Avalon," he said.
Cersei looked at him intrigued, as did Catelyn Stark. Other guests obviously heard Jason's comment, even Robert and Ned. Of course, Cersei decided to ask the fatal question.
"And how is that possible?" She asked, very intrigued.
Jason looked at her before giving him a small smile that said a lot.
"You have to know that in Avalon, oaths are sacred, it's more than just our honour at stake, but also our life and our magic, and when we swear at our magic, we bring it into play. If an Avalonian break his promise, then the Avalonian lose his magic, or suffer an eternity of pain, and when we swear our life, we can lose it for our lies.
Every wedding in Avalon ends with a Magical and Life oath, thus avoiding divorces and other such issues. I vaguely remember a woman who cheated on her husband with her own brother in Avalon, and both died. What a sad tragedy, but justice was done, "Jason said, emphasizing the end.
Several Westerosians blanched, especially Cersei and Jaime. The Queen finally nodded at Jason. The festivities then resumed while Robert seemed a little less playful with the prostitute. Like what, Jason's comment made him think. For his part, Harry watched the scene cheerfully while enjoying the splendid meal prepared by the Northerners. He had to admit that the deer was really delicious.
Outside the room, in the courtyard, it was another story. Percy had decided to take a little air, accompanied by two Royal Guards. It was then that he saw Jon Snow (Targaryen) trying to disembowel a mannequin with a sword. The poor boy was just venting, probably due to the rejection of Catelyn Stark, having literally kicked him out of the room. What a bitch thought then Percy.
He quickly observed the scene between Jon and Benjen Stark, then the scene between Jon and Tyrion. When the latter headed for the Banquet Room while Jon stomped on the model twice, Percy decided to approach the young wolf.
"You definitely do not know how to do it," he commented genially.
Jon turned, ready to send the man behind him, when he noticed that he was the King-Emperor-Consort Perseus and his two royal guards. He bowed quickly.
"Sorry your majesty for this horrible performance," Jon replied sardonically.
Percy and the guards sneered at Jon's sarcastic and caustic response. Like what, the young wolf did not let himself go, even in the presence of stronger and more important than him. Percy rolled his eyes before motioning for Jon to step aside. The latter obeyed, then observing the young king.
Percy watched the mannequin before drawing Roaring. With a single powerful and well placed blow, he sliced the mannequin in two under the look of amazed Jon. Percy snorted.
"You do not have to do anything unnecessary in a fight, you have to be fair and precise while measuring your shots," Percy explained as he gestured to one of the guards, "You're going to train quickly against Jean-Paul here present. "
Without losing a moment, the Guard used his double-blade to attack Jon, who fought for five seconds before landing. Percy sighed, displeased with this performance.
"Do not expect all your enemies to confront you with weapons you know, or with honor, honor is only useful for the dead, not for the living. a battlefield, there is no honor or glory, just survival, then, "Percy ordered.
And so all night, the royal guards dragged (massacred) Jon Snow under the amused eyes of Percy, and later Jason, Harry and the Westerosi came to see the show. It was then that Jaime Lannister approached Percy.
"Your majesty, I wish to challenge you to a duel tomorrow morning to claim Brightroar, a sword rightfully belonging to the Lannister family." Jaime announced pompously.
Gasps of stupefaction echoed around as Robert and Ned stepped forward to hear Percy's answer.
"And what do I have to gain from it? After all, if I win, I need a reward equal to Brightroar," Percy asked with a small smile.
For once, Jaime did not know what to say. What could he have proposed to a King who already had everything.
"Why do not you take that ring?" Harry asked, pointing to a ring Jaime wore around his neck.
Harry was simply pointing at a very simple gold ring. However, this ring was much more valuable than could be expected since it symbolized the relationship between Cersei and Jaime. Confident not to lose, Jaime nodded as Percy chuckled before kissing Harry.
"In that case, we will fight tomorrow at dawn," Percy declared before joining Harry and Jason to quietly go to bed in their Coach, much more comfortable than the rooms offered by the Stark.
The next morning, all the Westerosi and Avalonians present stood in the courtyard to witness the duel between Jaime and Percy. The two men look at each other quietly, one smiling with confidence while the other seemed bored.
"Do you start or will you beat me by letting me fall asleep? After all, it's your only chance to win ..." Percy scoffed.
Jaime got angry before heading straight for Percy to knock him down, noticing that he had not drawn his sword at all. He did not expect a well-placed shot in the face, knocking him down and completely sounded. Percy looked at him before bursting into laughter.
"That's the best duellist in Westeros, what a shit he is," Percy commented before bursting into laughter again, the Avalonians doing the same.
Even Robert burst out laughing, delighted to see a shit blonde on the ground. He really hated Jaime Lannister. He stood up, ready to pierce Percy in the back with his sword. He did not hear Percy unsheathe his blade, but he noticed that he cut his blade with Brightroar before stunning him with the flat of the blade. He did not get up again.
A few seconds passed before the spectators expressed their joy by congratulating Percy. The latter then bent to recover the ring, smiling. He watched it quietly, watching Cersei's reaction before smiling. The ring caught fire in his hand before ending in a puddle of gold that fell to the ground.
"Anyway, it was too ugly," said Percy, smiling at Harry.
The latter rolled his eyes before kissing her husband, followed closely by Jason.
Later in the morning, the processions were about to return to Harrenhal when the Avalonians heard a few cries. Bran Stark seemed to have fallen from a tower, breaking both legs while neutralizing the nerves. All Winterfell was in turmoil and the departure of the Royal party was postponed.
Maester Luwin then informed Lord and Lady Stark that he could do nothing for Bran Stark and that he was unlikely to survive. And that if he ever recovered, then he would be paralyzed under the belt for life. Of course, Catelyn Stark collapsed to the floor crying. Harry had a little idea of what had happened, and he wanted to make a mess of it. He decided to step forward.
"Maybe the Maesters are limited, but that's not the case with the Avalonians," Harry commented.
The Stark stared at him, eyes full of hope as Jaime and Cersei blanched. They had not anticipated the intervention of the Avalonians at all.
"Can you save my son?" Asked Catelyn crying. Harry looked at her before nodding his head.
"Nothing complicated for a god," he replied with a small smile. Ned stared at him, sceptical, before nodding.
"High King Emperor Halrian, I swear to you on my honour that if you can save my son, I will be forever grateful to you as all my family," said Ned, bowing to Harry.
Harry watched him before nodding slowly. He looked at Maester Luwin.
"You can watch the healing if you wish," Harry said before entering Bran's bedroom.
He was immediately followed by Stark and Maester Luwin. Percy, Jason, and the Royal Guards decided to keep the guard at the door, staring at the Lannisters with an evil eye.
In the bedroom, Harry quietly watched Bran Stark's body. He was really damaged, but he had seen much worse during Quidditch sessions. He then aimed at Bran with his hand.
"Tergeo, Episkey," Harry said.
Under the astonished eyes of the spectators, Bran's body became completely clean as the minor wounds marking his skin disappeared. Harry then watched Bran's legs. As a precaution, he decided to throw a powerful Somnus on the boy to prevent him from waking up and keep him unconscious, knowing full well that the next step was going to be painful.
"Brackium Emendo," Harry said, looking at his legs.
It was then that Bran's legs moved to get back into place while producing loud crackling sounds that made the Westerosi shudder. Harry then quickly launched an analysis charm to have a report of the remaining wounds named Corpus Analysis. He quickly noticed that only the nerves did not respond anymore and he knew perfectly well the fate to restore all that, although it is not very pleasant. He turned to the Stark.
"I'm going to have to put a very painful spell on him to restore his lower nervous system so that he can walk again. No need to worry," Harry said as the Stark nodded quickly.
Harry did not hesitate to throw a Crucio on Bran. He woke up then, opening his eyes while screaming loudly, which was startling parents Stark. Fortunately for them Harry had informed them. Harry kept the spell of the Cruciatus for ten seconds while the legs reacted. When he saw Bran move his legs, he interrupted the torture spell. Bran fainted then.
"Enervate ," Harry said simply to the boy.
The latter opened his eyes again, observing around him what was happening. "Mom, dad?" The boy asked, looking at his parents.
Catelyn threw herself at the boy, hugging him as Ned thanked Harry for saving his son. "What happened to you, Bran?" Ned asked, looking at his son.
Unfortunately, Bran had a small loss of memory, temporarily forgetting the reason for his hospitalization.
"I ... I do not know anymore, I just remember hearing a noise near the old tower, and when I went up, I saw ... I do not know, but I know I was pushed. 'someone pushed me!', the young boy decreed.
Ned narrowed his eyes while frowning. The door having remained open, the Lannisters had heard everything and sighed in concert. They were not going to be revealed, but they had to be careful. After all, who knows when the memory will return to the young Cub.
Later in the day, the Royal party resumed the direction of Harrenhal. Robert gladly thanked Harry for saving the life of his best friend's son. It was then that he shocked many when he proposed to Harry to choose an Avalonian to join the King's Council at King's Landing. For his part, Harry did a little indoor dance, everything went as planned. His only answer was:
"I nominate Amelia Bones, Countess of Malavenan, to represent Avalon on your Council."
