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Chapter 1 – Hail to the King
"Hello master. Welcome, to Limbo."
These 5 words startled the trio out of their trance as an ethereal figure materialised in front of them. The figure created a very imposing image due to its height which easily dwarfed Hagrid's, it was almost 15-20 feet tall. The looming figure was hidden beneath a billowing dark grey-black cloak, shadowy wisps and smoke could be seen coming out of the sleeves of the creature in front of them. Most people would have shat themselves by now but these were no ordinary people, they were the Masters of the entity in front of them. Well, one was. The other two just enjoyed certain perks that came with the title.
"Hello, Death," the emerald-eyed master of the entity spoke out in an even voice. He was a master occlumens so he could easily hide the awe he was feeling when looking at the being in front of them. And that was no easy feat as he could see that even Fawkes and Hedwig had their jaws… beaks on the floor.
"So, do you greet everyone who walks in here, or are we special cases?"
The spirit, now identified as Death, just chuckled, that sounded like rumbling due to its stature, and spoke up, "Well it is definitely good manners to greet your master and his wives. Plus, I had to make an offer to you and answer your questions as well. Let's answer your questions first, shall we?" Death said as it snapped its fingers and a couch materialised in front of the three.
The three looked at each other before settling down, Hedwig was perched on Harry's shoulder while Fawkes took a nap on Fleur's lap as Daphne stroked his feathers. Death just watched the scene silently for a few moments before clearing its throat, indicating them to hurry along. They didn't have an eternity to have this discussion.
Fleur decided to take the first shot as she sat up straight and asked, "A month ago we began feeling a pull towards the Veil of Death. Am I correct in assuming it had something to do with you?"
"You would be correct mistress Fleur."
"Why? As far as I know, no wizard or witch in history has felt a voluntary pull or even made a decision to walk across the archway. So, why is it that you called us here?" Daphne spoke up, take a break from petting Fawkes, something the phoenix was clearly not happy about but he knew better than to speak up.
"You would be correct mistress Fleur. I needed to speak to the three of you and offer you something that I am sure that young master would surely enjoy. Would you like to hear about it?" Death spoke up and even though the trio couldn't see the entity's face, they knew that it had a smug and amused smile on.
Seeing their nods, Death continued, "The Veil is not a simple piece of magic, master. The ancient gateway has been here for millennia, even before the age of magical beings. People have always thought that this was the gateway to Death's doorstep as no one who ventured beyond the stony gates would return to their side once again. They would be lost forever. However, the function of the veil is a little different. The Veil acts as the conduit between multiple dimensions.
Which is why I have brought the three of you here. I need you to go beyond this place and keep a dimension from being destroyed along with everyone in it."
This surprised the three of them. Every wizard who has ever studied or attempted to study about the Veil has always come up with completely unimpressive and quite frankly bullshit theories. They would call it the Gateway to Hell and what not which is why no accurate information about this ancient monument is present in the manuscripts of the world. These three had travelled to many destinations on Earth and learned most of the magic present in the world. Even then there was no information about the Veil. So, to learn the truth about this structure was obviously a big deal for them.
Daphne then decided to address the elephant in the room, "Which dimension is this? We will need a lot more information before we venture into the unknown and why us specifically?"
Death just chuckled before answering, "The reason for me choosing the three of you is quite simple mistress. Firstly, Lord Harry is my master and you are his wives, making you, my mistresses. While you may not be as strong as myself, the artefacts you currently hold grant you certain perks and prevent me from harming you, as it created a master-servant bond between us.
And second, the three of you are extremely capable wizard and witches. We need someone powerful to help this world if us gods want this world to survive. And you three are the most powerful individuals this world had to offer.
As for the dimension, I'm positive my master would be able to provide you with a lot of information. After all it is the world of his favourite fantasy series: A Game of Thrones/A song of Ice and Fire. (A.N- I haven't read the books so most of it will be based on the tv show and fanfictions that I have read.)
If Harry had been drinking anything he probably would have choked on it and fainted from sheer happiness. Even his occlumency couldn't stop a gasp from being released before a grin full of excitement and glee. He would look like a true maniac if he was not sitting, literally, in front of the God of Death.
"Do you mean to say that-" Harry started, only be to interrupted by the God sitting in front of him replying with, "Yes master that world is real. George R.R Martin used to be a part of that world before its demise, before we reset the world."
Seeing their curious/questioning glances, he continued, "We gods possess an artifact that resets the world back to a moment in time we desire. We have done this twice till now. The first time, we had chosen Jon Snow as our champion, but due to his status as a bastard and all of the prejudice that came with it, he was unable to amass a large enough force and as such the world was doomed. That was what Martin wrote in his books as he lived there in that time. He was a brother of the Watch before he perished in a fight against the Others. So, we had to reset the world.
We realised the problem we caused by making Jon a bastard, which was the primary cause of his defeat. So, when we reset the world, we made Jaehaerys Targaryen the Third, the son of Lyanna and Rhaegar, a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms as our champion. Rhaegar won at the Trident, and yet Lyanna still died. This is a constant that we can never change. We don't know the reason why but my sister Fate says its necessary. We thought that now when he was a prince, he would be able to win against the Others but once again we were left disappointed. Rhaegar was too far gone when it came to the prophecy and due to Lyanna giving birth to a boy instead of a girl like he wanted, he went a bit crazy and ranted out for days, leading to him neglecting the child.
Elia tried to be a mother to the child but she would always be busy with the duties of the Queen and taking care of herself since her health had been a lot worse since the birth of Aegon. Whatever little time she spent with him was not enough. Rhaella did not do anything for the child as she would mostly stay at Dragonstone with her children and rejected Rhaegar's offer of raising Jae alongside them as she thought he would be more comfortable with his siblings in King's Landing.
His siblings on the other hand were true Dornishmen and did not care even a little about him. This was mainly due to the presence of Oberyn and how the two cunts always followed the idiot around. Due to his obnoxious behaviour, Jae was too scared to even speak up if he needed something. His life wasn't much different than a bastard.
Eventually, he couldn't handle it anymore and left King's Landing to go to the North, his mother's homeland that Elia had told him about. However, he got on the wrong ship and was transported to Volantis. When news of his disappearance was made known, nobody except Elia cared in King's landing. Rhaella took a ship from Dragonstone to give the cunts at court a piece of her mind. But the North, the Vale and the Riverlands had the best reaction of all. They seized all communication with the crown and declared that the communications will only reopen if the prince was found and brought to the North safely.
The loyalists like Connington, Dorne and the Reach wanted war but Elia screamed her head out at them, shutting them up. Even Rhaella came to the court and publicly slapped and humiliated Oberyn, Rhaegar and Connington for what they did to a child, as she had spoken to Varys before coming to the throne room. She even locked herself in her room due to realising her folly and vowed to make amends when the prince returned.
Rhaegar and his children were not bothered much but one day we decided to fuck with Rhaegar and sent Lyanna's soul to his dreams. The things she told him and the way she said it would have had even Eminem going home, crying to his mother. Rhaegar was devasted and became a shell of himself after that night. Even Elia could not help him.
Years went by and nothing major happened, but Varys brought a very shocking whisper to the council on the day of Aegon's 18th name day. He informed them about a new Lord in Braavos who was one of the wealthiest citizens Essos had to offer, had three fully grown dragons. A black one that was the Black Dread Reborn, a green and bronze one and the last one which had very beautiful gold and cream scales. The Royal Party quickly made way to Essos with all the Targaryen's, the Kingsguard and a few important lords like Tywin, Mace Tyrell, Oberyn etc.
When they docked at Braavos, they were led by a few of their men to the mansion of the lord and they could see the rumours were true. The lord did indeed have dragons. When they met with the Lord, they were surprised to see that it was their lost prince Jaehaerys. Elia was very happy and gave him a hug, something which he reciprocated. However, when the others tried to come close, the dragons roared at them. Long story short, Jae simply told them to fuck off since they did not care for him or were there for him when he needed them the most, and now he did not need them so they could leave.
Rhaegar and Aegon tried to used their authority as King and Crown Prince but his dragons, Lyanax (cream and gold), Baleria (black) and Syrax (green and bronze) made them almost shit their pants. They were made to leave and whenever they tried to bring him back, they were rebuffed. This continued for a few years before news came that the North and the Vale had fallen to the Others.
Jae returned with his dragons just in time to see the battle between the Others and the South in the Riverlands, near the Stoney Sept. His dragons evened the battle but the Night King and his generals got annoyed after a while and descended on their own dragons: Wight Cannibal, Wight Sheepstealer, Wight Vhagar and Wight Caraxes. After that the battle was over quickly and so, humanity lost once more.
Which is why we decided to send the soul of Martin to this world and fed him the recollection of the world he originally came from, which he turned into books. We wanted one of the humans who already knew what could possibly happen and send him there as our champion.
We chose you master as you know everything about that world and everything about your world as well. You would be able to defeat the Others once and for all. Plus, you would enjoy this and I wouldn't be a good servant if I didn't keep my master happy right?" Death finished with an amused tone at the end.
The trio just sat there in shock. The information they had been fed in the last 10 minutes had managed to completely astonish them. Martin being a soul from another world, which he decided to write about and create a fabulous fantasy series out of was a little too much for Harry. And both the times the Walkers one? What the fuck?! No wonder the original game of thrones series was so shitty! If Martin had written about the events of the books the way he had lived them, he would have been introduced to a little something called a Russian mob. People would have bashed his skull in if they knew THAT was the fate of GoT.
Plus, they really enjoyed hearing Death cuss.
But then it dawned on him. He was going to the world of GoT and he had a chance of making things right. He was not going to let this chance go. He didn't care much about the people of that world due to a major amount of them being the worst kind of scum there could be. But if he got to live in the world he dreamt of living in and if he was able to save few of the people that actually deserved a better life, he wasn't going to run away from the opportunity he was being granted. Looking towards his wives he saw their encouraging smiles and felt Daphne squeezing his hand, confirming his decision in his mind.
"Alright Death, you have got yourself a deal. Now, could we have some information regarding what is happening and how will we fit into all of this?" Harry spoke up, confidence clear as day in his voice.
"Well master, certain things about the rebellion would be changed. Rickard Stark will be alive as well as Ashara Dayne and the Kingsguard. Elia and Rhaenys shall live and they will take care of Daenerys as well. You might host them at Winterfell or hide them if need be. Aegon and Viserys shall perish. Rhaella's fate hasn't been decided yet. I believe the rest you will learn when you are born as Vhagar Targaryen or Hadrian Stark if you prefer.
As for your powers, due to the magic in this world being far more diluted, you can't use spells like fiendfyre as it will be terribly hard to control that spell. Your magical core will be restrained a little and will slowly be unlocked overtime. The process shall be complete by the time of your 12th name day. Hedwig shall return to you when you are 3 or 4 years old. As for these guys *snaps fingers and the house elves that followed them appear*, they shall come to your aid when you call for them. This applies to mistress Daphne and mistress Fleur as well. Otherwise, when you have no need for them, I shall hide them somewhere in the Bone Mountains.
I can't have you waving around the Deathly Hallows and let it fall into the hands of a lunatic there, so I will give you some blessings instead of them. For taking the Elder Wand away from you, I grant you the ability to cast wandless magic. For taking the Stone of Resurrection from you, I grant you the ability to talk telepathically with people you mark. You won't be able to speak to the dead. As for the Cloak, I grant you the power to turn invisible at will along with the ability to create clones that would be able to transfer their memory to you when dispelled. They shall be nothing more than illusions but they will work as most of the people in that world are absolutely dumb.
You might have to re-learn a lot of spells once again but I believe that is fair. As for all your possessions, most of the gold and notable artefacts will be found by you in either Valyria or the lost vault of Winterfell. This includes the Philosophers stones in your pockets. And I apologize master but you will have to find mistresses again in this life as they would be separated from you. So, I believe it is better I let you have your last few moments right now before I send you away," Death said with a slightly apologetic tone at the end.
Harry honestly thought he would be nerfed and would have to live like how the people in GoT usually lived like, but this was a truly good deal. He wasn't losing much but the fact that he would be separated from the loves of his life for God knows how long, made his heart ache.
He looked at them with a sad smile marring his face and got down on his knees in front of the two. Harry took their hands in his and said, "Loves, I will find you two as soon as I can, because trust me without you to by my side, nothing in that world shall matter. Do me a favor and learn how to defend yourselves, you won't have a wand so learning a weapon is the only way. So, wait for me Fleur, Daphne."
"I'll wait for you for as much time as it takes," Daphne spoke up as she kisses him and wipes the tears of her face.
"Oui Harry, we will wait for you. Don't forget us by then," Fleur said as she kissed him and wiped the lone tear that slid down his cheeks as he wipes off her tears. Harry just chuckled at her humor.
"Alright Death, lets get this show on the road," Harry spoke up, facing Death.
"Very well master and all the very best. So, good luck Harry Potter, the Master of Death."
279 AC, King's Landing – Rickard Stark POV
Yes, I see that blasted red colored fortress in sight. Revenge will finally be mine. I will avenge my heir and the other Stark Lords that had to suffer due to the Targaryen monarchs, who came blazing in with their dragons. While I am proud of my ancestor Torrhen Stark for choosing his people and Land over his pride, his descendants should have broken away after the Dance of the Dragons. Cregan Stark had been spat on when the Targaryen king Viserys the First rejected his proposal of marriage and the completion of the pact of Ice and Fire, that should have been enough to break away from the kingdom. But they didn't. Reason: The North needed the South for food and other necessities.
Which was also the reason why I had started seeking alliances down south. Winter was coming and we needed every last ounce of grain we could get. Every year the prices would be sky-high for the Northern Folk if we needed food during the cold winters, that is why marriage was the best way for us to get the food we need. Which is why I had agreed to the Maestar's proposal of fostering Ned in the Vale with the Baratheon boy and the reason why I had setup marriages for both Lyanna and Brandon with heirs of two different Lord Paramounts. Now I regret my decision.
I never should have betrothed Lya to the Baratheon boy. I should have listened to my wife Lyarra and let her do as she desired. If I hadn't forced her, maybe she would have stayed away from that blasted tourney. The tourney where everything went wrong. The place from where she was kidnapped.
I knew something was seriously wrong as I knew my daughter was more than capable enough to defend herself, so it naturally didn't sit right with me when we heard she had been abducted. The rumors were the cause of why my son and heir, Brandon 'the Wild Wolf' Stark had decided to scream bloody murder at the crown prince, Rhaegar Targaryen who had been said to have abducted my daughter, and leaving for King's Landing with his friends.
Didn't the boy see how Mad Aerys was?! The cunt had stopped shaving, showering, and even cutting his nails that looked like threads hanging from his fingers!
This stupid decision of that son of mine ended with him being burned alive with wildfire, and his friends being imprisoned in the Black Cells and the beginning of the rebellion.
I had already called the banners but due to the damn Freys occupying the Twins and demanding toll, we got delayed by a month. However, the Freys forgot that Winter was coming and as such, all of the male cunts that occupied the Twins had been sent to their precious Stranger that these damn Andal filth worship so much. The women were given the choice of staying there or joining the damn sept. They wisely chose to stay. I had appointed one of my men to hold the castle with a few hardened Northern men there as we went on ahead
Next came the fucker named Hoster Tully. I can't believe I wanted to fix a marriage between his daughter and my heir. First, he had the gall to demand the Twins back which resulted in him almost getting gutted by Northmen. We denied him and reminded him that if we won this rebellion, he would surely lose his head. Jon Arryn, the peace-loving hypocrite, suggested marriage and as such my son Ned had to be tied down to the Tully bitch. According to Brandon she was a sweet woman but the way she looked at the girls from Bear Island who were carrying swords, with disgust, it cemented the fact in my mind that this woman would not survive in the North.
The bastard thought this way his blood would rule the Riverlands, the Vale (through Lysa and Jon Arryn) and the North. But he was going to be severely disappointed.
Howland Reed, one of our most loyal bannerman and a very dear friend of my Lya, had informed me that a raven had arrived from Ashara Dayne, now Stark, the wife of my son Brandon stating that she was with child and that she was currently with Lya somewhere in Dorne. Apparently, Arthur Dayne, one of the Kingsguard was with them and was protecting the two. Ha! Take that Andal Filth! Your blood shall never rule the North! (In the north, even girls can inherit)
Then the Battle of the Trident happened and with that came the assurance of our victory. Rhaegar Targaryen had fallen to Robert Baratheon's Hammer and was now deceased. But something disturbed me. When he was breathing his last, Howland, who was fighting around him that time, had heard him whisper 'Lyanna' as he breathed his last. That just confirmed the theory that something else was amiss.
After that the Lords of the North decided to end it once and for all. All except for Ned. I swear that boy is more Arryn than Stark. Always spouting honor this and honor that. He should understand that we, our Starks. While we hold honor in high regard, it is not our way. We end the battle as quickly as possible and go home. I really hope Ashara's child comes out healthy, I don't want to hand over Winterfell to Ned. The Lords would chew him out. So, without waiting for Ned, the Northern troops went directly ahead towards King's Landing. Ned decided to wait out with Robert as their forces regrouped.
When we entered the city, we were shocked to say the least. Instead of meeting resistance, we were met with the Lannister army sacking the city. Innocents were being butchered, shops and houses were set aflame. There was chaos everywhere. Without waiting for anything I commanded my army to save innocent men and women while I left with a 100 men and rode towards the Red Keep.
I prepared myself to enter the bloody throne room and gut Aerys and his allies that burned my son alive while my men secured the keep and attended to the people there (I had a feeling Lannister would try something). When I entered the damn room, I saw the headless corpse of an old man wearing the uniform of the Alchemists guild thrown across the floor, while the source of my wrath lay dead at the foot of the steps to the throne with 2 stab wounds on his body, one through his stomach and the other through his throat. And a lone blonde-haired youth sat on the iron monstrosity that had served to strike fear in the hearts of the enemies of Aegon the Conqueror.
"Hello Lord Stark. I kept the throne warm for you," the youth told me in cocky voice, yet I could see the fear in his eyes. He did not fear me. No. He feared what he had become. The Kingsguard who slew his king. An Oathbreaker. A Kingslayer.
"Why did you do it Lannister?" I asked calmly. I wanted to know what set the boy to do this. He must have a good reason. He was trained by Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning after all. In not just the sword but the value of a knight and Kingsguard too.
I could see the boy hesitate for a second but he quickly schooled his features and replied in the same tone all Lannisters could be seen speaking in. "He asked me to bring me my father's head. I couldn't do it." Boy you are seriously underestimating the eyes and senses of a veteran like me. I know you are lying. But I don't give a shit about your reasoning.
"Very well, keep holding the damn throne, Kingslayer," I said as I turned around to leave. I did not have to turn around and see the boy's expression as I could feel the anger and disgust that he felt towards himself when I called him Kingslayer.
My work here was done now. I just needed to collect the hostages, get the damn information about where my daughter was and then get some concessions from the Future King, for the North.
As I made my way outside the throne room, a guard adorning the colors of House Stark came running towards me and asked me to follow him. When I reached the destination, he was dragging me towards, my blood ran cold.
There lying in front of me were corpses of a babe and young boy of 4 name days. The last male heirs of House Targaryen, Aegon and Viserys. A woman with a frail constitution and Dornish coloring was holding on to the corpses of the two babes and crying her heart out while hugging a young girl close to her body. This was Princess Elia and her daughter Rhaenys.
I simply looked towards the Master-at-arms of Winterfell, Ser Rodrick Cassel and he answered grimly, "It was the Lannister men Lord Stark. Gregor Clegane, the Mountain that Rides was the one who mutilated the body of the princes. Amory Lorch had tried to get in to the chambers of Lady Elia and her daughter, but our men killed him before he could enter."
Damn Lannister! How the fuck could he murder innocent children?! Unless…Oh now I get it. The southerners may think us Northern people as savages with no wits but anyone could guess what the golden-haired cunt was trying to accomplish here. He was going to crown Robert and offer his daughter to him and with the Targaryen children out of the way, no one could contest Robert's claim, effectively making his grandchildren the Future King of Westeros. But if he thought we would let him get away with murdering innocent babes after what he did to the Reynes and Tarbecks, then he had another thing coming. I would think about this later, but right now I had a job to do.
I walked towards Princess Elia and spoke in a grave tone, "Child, I know that you don't want to listen to anything right now and just want to butcher the person responsible for the sin of taking your child from you, but we have to go. It is not safe for either you or your daughter here. We need to leave now."
The princess just looked at me for a few moments, thick tears streaming down her face, but she nodded and slowly stood up. I helped her up and commanded Rodrick to guard her at all times and told the guards to wrap up the bodies for burial. Everyone deserved to be sent off with dignity. Only the vilest of humans did not.
As we left the Red Keep, the commotion had almost died down. I could see my men guarding the civilians of the city, while the Lannister men seethed and stood still in front of us. Tywin and Kevan Lannister at the head of their entourage. I simply ignored the cunts and gave out orders to the Stark army. They were to maintain peace in the city and look after the small folk. I also gave a secret command to my men that if some of the small folk wanted to move North after the skirmishes here then they were welcome to do so.
After giving out commands, we moved to a ship that had been left here when the Velayron Fleet sailed to Dragonstone with the Queen. When we got on the ship, I took Elia and her child to the side and asked them about the location of Lya. Elia shook her head in negative but surprisingly the dark-haired child in her arms excitedly replied, "I know where she is! When I was playing with Balerion, I heard the bald man talking to someone saying that the Northern lady was at the Tower of Joy and had Ser Arthur and Aunty Ashara with her."
Wow, I did not expect the little tyke to speak so much and so very clearly. I just thanked her and gave her some cake to eat before telling the captain to set sail for the Tower of Joy.
Tower of Joy – Dorne
No, this could not be happening. I first lost my son and now I was about to lose my daughter too. The pack was falling apart. After landing at the sandy shores of Dorne, we had ridden non-stop towards the Tower of Joy. Princess Elia knew the way and was happy to guide us there. When we arrived a day or two later, we could see a storm brewing near the shores and by the time we reached the entrance to the Tower, it was wreaking havoc in the sea.
We were greeted by the members of the Kingsguard at the entrance and upon seeing Rhaenys sitting there with Elia on a horse, they quickly made way for us and ushered us inside. Our men were told to guard the entrance. It was me, Ser Rodrick, Howland who had insisted on coming and Princess Elia with her child. The Kingsguard guided us to the top of the tower and when I laid my eyes on my daughter, my heart stopped.
She was covered in blood and her body was too pale and gaunt. She was fading fast. Ashara was there holding a child in her arms with a woman who I assumed was a wet nurse holding another.
I made my way towards Lya and took her hand in mine as she said in a weak voice, "Father? Father, is that you?"
"Shush my dear child, everything will be alright don't worry," I replied, my voice hoarse and tears were trickling down my cheeks.
"I am sorry Father. For everything I did. I had left letters at Riverrun with Lysa and her friend Petyr with instructions to give it to either you or Brandon. I wrote that I was leaving with a friend and that I did not want to marry Robert, and that Ser Arthur was with me."
So, it was true. I knew my daughter wouldn't be abducted so easily. She was a She-Wolf. She beat Brandon in single combat when the children were younger. Now I understand everything. And I vow vengeance on these two people. I know Hoster Tully knows nothing about what his daughter and ward did, but I suspect Jon Arryn knew. He was very insistent that we should rebel even before the news of Brandon's fate reached us. If I think that he has done what I think he has done, I will wipe out the entire line of Arryn. Fucking Andal shit. They seem to forget that The North Remembers.
"You have to protect him father. If news of his birth becomes public, he will be killed. Please father!" my daughter exclaimed as she cried. I was confused as to who she was talking about but then the wetnurse brought the bundle in her arms before me and laid it in Lyanna's arms. And I could now see what she was talking about. Tufts of jet-black hair that my wife, daughter, Brandon and Benjen shared (Ned and he had browner hair compared to them), along with the classic purple eyes and beauty that people with Valyrian blood are known to have. Plus, the blood on the bed and her weak state, it all made sense to me now. This was her son who had once again fallen asleep it seems. Her basta-
"He is trueborn father. We married at the Isle of Faces in front of a heart tree. The High Septon wed us. Take care of him father. It is my only wish. I named him after his father and the name he had chosen if he would have been a girl. His name is Vhagar Stormborn, the heir to the throne (Like the V from Visenya and Hagar from Rhaegar. Please protect him father."
I was shocked! Never in my life would I have imagined this outcome. The fucking rebellion was built on a lie! My son was played and died like a fool because someone lied to him and now my daughter was on her deathbed after birthing the heir to the Iron Throne! What the fuck was going on?! I pray to the old gods, please guide me. I do not know what I have to do.
And they answered. For the first time in my life, they answered. How? Simple. When the babe opened his eyes once more and those glowing orbs that overflowed with power settled on me and Lya, a vision of sorts started playing in front of me. A play designed by the gods, showing us the future and the path, we had to choose. I was shown at least ten to twenty years of the future and all the great accomplishments of my grandson. I now had my answer. It was clear as day as it was the will of the gods.
From the looks of it Lya had seen it too as she smiled and spoke, "Hmmm, good. I can rest easy now knowing my son's fate. Be strong my little Dragonwolf and do what you were born to do. I love you." Those were the final words of my daughter as she finally breathed her last and perished. As if the child had already seen his mother's demise, he began wailing loudly, prompting the wetnurse to take him from the arms of his mother and try and quiet him down.
I bowed my head in front of my daughter and whispered a prayer to the Old Gods to grant her a safe passage to the afterlife, a place where she shall be happy.
A moment later, I turned to Ashara who had another baby in her arms, sporting the thick brown hair both the Stark and Dayne families were famous for along with mismatched eyes, a purple left eye and a grey right one, portraying both the Stark and Dayne features. I immediately knew this was Brandon's child.
"Her name is Elaena milord. Brandon wanted to name her in honor of his grandmother," the young girl said as she handed me her daughter. Yes, after my mother, Elaena Targaryen, the only daughter of Maekar the First. She was a lovely woman and could wield a dagger as well as any assassin. She died a few years after Brandon was born due to her age.
"She will be a fine woman. A lady so beautiful that she will melt the hearts of many, and yet a fierce warrior that will slaughter any who dared to come close. A true Northern lady. Just like my Lyanna, a proud and ferocious She-Wolf," I declared with pride evident in my voice.
Everyone smiled seeing that but that was broken by giggled of an infant and I could see my grandson smiling and clapping his hands at my speech. I smiled at him. He was going to do great things and I would be there to witness it.
"Everyone, I have an announcement to make. When Lyanna and I had locked eyes with the baby earlier, we saw a vision which I believe to be a sign from the Old Gods," everyone's eyes widened at that. But before anyone could speak, I continued, "In that vision I saw the course of future that I had to take to ensure we are all still alive in the future. And so, I have made a decision."
I turned to Ashara and said, "Lady Ashara Stark, would you adhere to the wishes I speak for?"
She looked at me in surprise before she bowed and said, "Certainly, Lord Stark. As long as it is in my power."
I smiled at this and continued, "Ashara I want you to come with us to Winterfell along with the Kingsguard, Princess Elia and her daughter. I want you to raise both of these children that have Stark blood in them. I understand that if I reveal the name of my grandson to the world, he will have assassins hunting him down at his every step and I don't want that to happen. Which is why I shall have you raise him as your son and my heir, an heir worthy of one leading the North and one day, Westeros."
Everyone was surprised at my request. But there was a huge smile on the faces of the two Northmen behind me and Ashara Stark nee Dayne. She quickly nodded and vowed to love him and raise him as her own son. She even took Elia as her lady in waiting so that she could have a hand in raising the boy she would have called a son and her children would call a brother. Elia was happy to do so. Rhaenys seemed to have fallen asleep sometime before. Even the Kingsguard were happy they would have a hand in raising their future king.
When everyone was agreed, I reminded them that under no circumstances should this get out and as such it is better that only the 10 of us.
We soon made our way outside; my grandson was in my arms looking at me intently and I could not help but smile at him. "You are a smart child, aren't you? I know you will do great things and I promise to be there to help you along and watch you succeed. Let us go home now my heir, my grandson, Hadrian Stark, the future of the North."
Author's Note
And done. This was the first step into the GoT world. Next time we shall advance forward in time and cover a major chunk of the story before the Greyjoy rebellion. It is going to be very fun. And I am really sorry but I cant do Fleur's accent. I tried; I really did but it felt better to just type in English. If you feel that you need a little more authenticity, read it like how Fleur would say in your minds. I know I do that.
Stay tuned and see you in the next chapter.