Hello everyone! So here is a new chapter.
Before we get into it I would like to clarify something in case it has not been obvious with this story. This is my "me being petty" story. This is the "bashing of the Starks" and "letting out my anger" story. So if this is something yall don't want to read I understand, especially when I definitely go out of my way to make the Starks look bad. But right now rage has reset by simply opening my HBO Max app and being reminded of it all over again. So characters will be... let's just say more different.
So here you all go! Also the end of the chapter there is a bit of a scene between our lovely couple just FYI in case that makes anyone feel uncomfortable.
She had expected them to sail to Dragonstone, to the Dragon Queen's lair, and watch her plan out her conquest like Aegon but with tits. However slowly the temperature began to drop, snow began to fall and what remained of the Wall near East Watch soon appeared in the distance.
They are in the North. They are almost home.
She knew her brother was one of them, that the North had not left him. Why else would he decide to rescue the North first?
As they approach the port they had fled from, she sees a large group of wildings seeming to be waiting for them. In the front the large red-headed man that had fought with them against the dead and her brother's red-eyed, white-furred direwolf Ghost.
"King Crow!" the wilding exclaims as soon as their rowboats land on the shore. Ghost immediately charges towards her brother, nearly tackling him to the ground. Her brother laughs loudly startling her and all the Northerners.
"I missed you too, boy. I brought some people for you to meet," Jon says to the direwolf.
She had never seen Ghost or any of the Stark direwolves be gentle to anyone not of Stark blood, even their mother had received growls from the beasts at times. Yet here is her brother's acting like a pup, nearly laying down at the Queen's feet from her touch. The twin boys laugh and with no hesitation start caressing and climbing on top of the direwolf, the wolf freely allowing them to do so. With a shake of the head at the sight, Jon walks towards the wilding and the man embraces her brother.
"Looks like that tiny pecker of yours worked, King Crow!" the man says between his loud chuckles.
Her brother blushes, seeming to struggle to respond to the man's verbal jab.
"Please do not tease my husband too much Tormund, especially when the claims are completely unfounded," the Dragon Queen says as she approaches the man with her brother's daughter in her arms.
The wildling Tormund bellows in laughter.
"If you say so, Dragon Queen. I simply state was I saw," he answers. "Come, we have set everything up as your Raven asked."
The royal family follows the wilding as do their closest advisors.
They, along with the remaining Northerners, are held back and led to farther away tents by the other wildings. The Starks all sharing a single one.
"I can not believe this! We should be given much better sleeping arrangements! I am Queen…"
"Were. Do not forget you ben the knew," Bran says in his monotone voice, stopping Sansa short.
"And you. I thought they would have given you better arrangements since you so willingly handed them the North," Sansa sneers.
"I asked to stay with you and Arya," Bran answers.
"At least we are in the North," she says, trying to defuse the tension in the tent.
"If you can call this the North," Sansa scoffs.
"Jon is getting our home back, Sansa," she reminds her.
"After his actions caused them to be taken from us in the first place! His Queen will rid the North of Cersei's men but how will we rid ourselves of them afterward?"
"I hate the Dragon Queen as much as you do, Sansa. But just like before we need her and we need Jon. No matter how he is acting now, he is still our family."
"He chose her. He made his choice and he decided not to choose the Starks. Not to choose the family that kept him safe, that let him live in their home and he grew up with. He chose the family that would satisfy his cock instead!" Sansa shouts.
There is a moment of silence that breaks with Bran's voice.
"In another life, he might have chosen the Starks and the world would have been worse for it…." Her brother says with a faraway look.
"What? What are you saying Bran?" she asks.
"Nothing," Bran answers, turning to look at them with a smile. "what I said does not exist and never will."
"We need to plan our next move. Meet with our lords and discuss how to handle the dragons after they take back the North from the Lannisters," Sansa presses, ignoring Bran's random comment.
"Sansa, they already do not trust us. Do not push it just yet, especially when the fate of the North depends on their armies taking our lands back from Cersei," she tells her.
"Perhaps you are right. But we need to know what they do and plan so we are not helpless and blind. Bran…"
"I will not spy on them for you, Sansa. I meant what I told them when I bent the knee. They have my fealty and I will not conspire against them," their brother says.
"You would betray your family? Choose them instead of us? Instead of the North?" Sansa fumes.
"No. I will not tell them what you are doing but I will not help you either," he answers.
"Sansa, please. We are the last of the Starks, we are a pack. We cannot turn against each other," she pleads to her sister who seemed ready to attack Bran. Thankfully Sansa seems to take a deep breath and relax slightly.
"You are right," Sansa concedes.
"And if we play our hands right we might be able to get Jon back as well," she adds and a scowl forms on Sansa's face.
"That traitor…"
"Is still our blood. He is lost but if we can remind him about being a Stark and separate him from the Dragon Queen we might get him back," she says.
Sansa seems to consider her words and sighs in resignation.
"Do as you wish Arya. You will have until they head south to try to get Jon back. Once they're gone, I truly believe nothing can bring him back to the brother we knew," Sansa declares and she embraces her sister.
"Thank you for allowing this, Sansa."
Her sister gives her a tight smile.
"I need a spy, Arya. Someone to get close to them, to Jona, and tell me what they are planning. Could you do that while you attempt to bring him back?" Sansa asks.
She nods and after working out some details she leaves the tent in search of her brother.
She finds his family first. The boys are fascinated with the snow and are playing happily in it with Ghost. The Dragon Queen's advisor has his brother's daughter and for the first time, she can see some features on the babe.
Silver hair. Violet eyes.
Targaryen.
She looks away from them. How could none of her brother's children look like him? Like them? He was a Stark for godsakes.
He is a Targaryen.
She wants her brother back but she does not think she could accept his children, the Dragon Queen's children, as her family. They looked nothing like them, only the Dragon Queen.
Neither did your siblings. Only you and Jon looked like Starks, the others were Tully's.
Quiet! She tells the voice in her head. This was different.
She decides to handle the issue of the children later and continues her search for her brother. She wanders through the camps nearly tent by tent until she arrives at the Dothraki portion.
Very few of the Dothraki spoke Common Tongue and those who did ignore her and looked at her with disdain. So she goes through the camp continuing her search. It isn't until she reaches the center that she finds the grandest of the tents with some soldier guarding the entrance. When she tries approaching she is stopped by one of the Dothraki.
"I am looking for my brother," she tells the man.
"Khal and Khalessi not to be disturbed," the man says.
"Well this is important," she says trying to go around the man.
"No!" he gruffs getting in her way again.
She can take him down, she is sure of it. But Jon would most likely be upset by it or at least the Dragon Queen would be.
"Very well," she accedes and walks away.
At least for the moment.
She uses one of the many stolen faces she had taken from the Battle of Winterfell and disguises herself as a wilding. The Dothraki pay her no mind and as soon as she approaches the tent, she removes the face.
She can hear noises coming from within the tent and silently slips under the back of the tent. Gasps and grunts fill her ears and she turns her head to fin her naked brother sitting in a mount of furs as the Dragon Queen knees in front of him, mouth on his cock.
She freezes and feels all her blood rush to her face.
This was not the first time she has seen people in these acts. Hells she participated in them with Gendry before the battle against the dead. But to see her brother…. That was a special type of horror.
A choking sound is what brings her back to an extent as she watches the Dragon Queen pull away and stand in front of her brother, back to her, and, thankfully, covering Jon.
"See. Tormund was wrong about you, my King," the Dragon Queen says, her hand reaching down.
"Aye," Jon groans. "I missed him but I did not miss his taunts. I swear most of the free folk must believe him."
"Maybe we should bring him in here," the Dragon Queen says and her brother moans. "Show him how wrong he is. Show him how large you truly are and yet you somehow make room inside of me to fit you."
Her brother lunges forward, pulling the Dragon Queen onto his lap.
"Slowly, love," Jon says and the Dragon Queen nods. Their moans fill the air as she slowly lowers herself onto her brother.
Panic and horror are all she feels as she tries to desperately make her body look away to leave the room. A second passes and she finally manages to get her body to corporate.
But it is too late.
She makes eye contact with Jon. A smirk forms on his face and the world goes dark.
She wakes and finds herself on a cot inside a tent with Sansa sleeping next to her and Bran on another cot.
"It was just a nightmare," she sighs in relief and prepares to fall back asleep. But she feels a small scroll in her hand, which she promptly opens.
Sansa needs a better spy.
She reads those words one more time just as a dragon roars in the distance.
Seven hells it was real!