Author's Note: Hellooooo! How're you guys doing? I'm doing great! Now before we begin today, I've been watching some of Avarti's Skyrim Lore and Theory Videos, and I can't believe that I didn't know about this, but he mentions that there should be two Daedric Princes for every Aedric Godin Mundus, and I can't believe that I hadn't realized that I was playing into this thesis of his! Not only that, since the Soul Cairn is a Plane of Oblivion, then that means that I could, potentially, have it that Jon really is the true Daedric Prince of the Soul Cairn! MIND… BLOWN!
Anyway, now that that is taken care of, I've actually quite a few updates I need to share with you all. First and foremost, I'm actually planning another Skyrim x Game of Thrones Story, only this time I'm actually going to do something that most might consider rather crazy. I'll be brief and explain that this story will have a few similarities to that of this story, but the major difference is that the Dragonborn will not be Jon. In fact, I have a means in which the Last Dragonborn will play a key factor, but not as a Mortal, no… What I have planned is a bit more… Divine… Than that… But it will play a part during Robert's Rebellion, and I am sure you guys will be surprised with what I have planned!
Secondly, we're starting to get into the more exciting parts of this story, and the biggest plotpoint that I've got planned is about to rear it's ugly head pretty damn soon! Trust me, as much as I am saying it's going to be bad, it's going to be soooo good once we get things started.
Thirdly, I kinda screwed up on my Skyrim Lore about the Ideal Masters and the Soul Cairn, and it was the Ideal Masters who created the Soul Cairn as a means for them to traffic souls through the mortal realm and Oblivion, so I'm thinking about having Jon find this out and having him create his own Plane of Oblivion and ascending to Godhood as a Daedric Prince with Daenerys at his side. So yeah, my bad, majorly! However, this frees up a much bigger and better possibility!
Fourthly, I've decided that on the number of Dragons that shall appear in Game of Thrones, as well as Alduin's Reincarnation, though I'm sure you'll all be surprised who that is when it is revealed! As for the other Dragons, there will be, in total, 7 Dragons, however, who they are will be revealed in the chapter below.
Finally, after this chapter, there is going to be a bit of a Timeskip, because I don't have the patience for going through several details in a long drawn out series of events, I want to get to the meat of this meal quickly. However, there is something that I would like all of your opinions on, and I do mean all of you!
You see I have two options going forward which should turn things into the favor of our heroes, but take me down two different paths towards the same goal.
The First Path is what we will call the "Stormcloak Rebellion", in which we bring in all the Houses of the North and introduce Paarthurnax to the Lords of the North, in which Jon goes and "convinces" his Aunt Lysa to join the war effort, and they liberate the Riverlands from the Lannisters, as well as sending Theon to "pay the Iron Price" and take the Seastone Chair by killing his father and uncle, if need be. Afterwards, when it is time for the Northerners to proclaim Robb as King in the North, Robb reveals Jon's heritage as Lyanna's trueborn son with Rhaegar Targaryen, as well as present the evidence that Ned had kept safe. This would unite everyone under a new Dragon Banner, a White Dragon on a Red Field.
The Second Path is known as the "Imperial Legion", in which we have it that Jon has Robb keep his heritage a secret, and when it is time for the armies to split in two, Jon and Paarthurnax reveal their nasty surprise to the rest of Westeros with Paarthurnax attacking the Lannister Army from behind, recreating the Hammer and Anvil Strategy made famous by the Conquerors. Later, when the Northeners reunite, and they all meet Paarthurnax for the first time, Jon reveals who he is, starting with his identity of the Dragonborn, and then revealing his true heritage to the Lords of Westeros, and that he wants nothing more than to see the Northerners freed from the Oppression and Aggression of the Baratheons and that he if they still wish for independence when all is said in done, it shall be theirs, but under a few conditions.
In either case, both end up with Jon on the Throne with Daenerys, and after that, we will see what happens. So if you want Jon to unite the North, Vale, Iron Islands, and Riverlands, please put down "Stormcloaks" in your Review, and if you want it where Jon gets the drop on the Lannisters and reveals his heritage himself to the Lords of the North, Vale, Iron Islands, and Riverlands, please put down "Imperials" in your review.
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Chapter 2: Ulovsil
King's Landing, the Crownlands, Thursday, 8th of Sun's Dawn, 298 AC
"WHAAAAAT!?" Robert shouts in his fury, "Did you say a new Targaryen has made himself known!?"
"Yes, he has, and according to the songs my birds sing, he is actually quite the warrior, actually defeating Khal Drogo, who was known to be the strongest of the Dothraki Khals, within the span of a few minutes." Varys the Spider says, looking at King Robert Baratheon, his face neutral. "However, many of my birds in King's Landing say they are too terrified to even go near him, or even look at him. However, it is known he has made himself known not long after Lord Eddard Stark arrived in Pentos to secure a grain shipment for Lord Karstark."
"What!? How is Ned letting him slip through his fingers?"
"From what my people on the otherside have told me…" Lord Petyr Baelish says, "Is that he's a Targaryen Half-breed, so he doesn't claim the features of a Targaryen, but he does have a dragon with him, fully grown, and, shockingly, capable of speech."
"WHAT!?" Robert shouts, "When will these fucking dragons just die already!?"
"We've already attempted to send assassins after this man…" Petyr Baelish says, "I even hired the Faceless Men of Bravos to take care of him… Unfortunately…"
"He keeps sending back the charred faces of the assassins back to Lord Baelish… It's as if he knows when the assassins are coming and leads them to their deaths." Lord Varys says.
"Then what about poison?" Stannis Baratheon asks.
"We've already tried, apparently, from what the bird sing, this Targaryen is experienced in poisons and knows how to neutralize them… I even had the Strangler and Basilisk Blood used on him, but it didn't work either." Lord Baelish says. "What's more, he knows we know of his existence, and has been going to great lengths to hide himself from everyone, even going out in public with a hood over his face, or creating subtle disguises to do his business."
"DAMN IT! Poison and Assassins don't work, and we don't know what he looks like! Damn it, how can this get any worse!?" Robert shouts, "Please tell me that Ned knows about this bastard!"
"I recently received a message from Lord Stark…" Lord Varys says, showing him a scroll. "Apparently Lord Stark didn't get a look at him, but he did get a look at his eyes, it seems that, like his bastard, Jon Snow, he has Violet within Black Eyes, and apparently he suffered the same strain of the pox that Jon did when he was but 8 Namedays old, and that he is apparently around the same age, maybe a year or two older, than Jon Snow. The rest of his face and body were covered carefully, and that after he had defeated Khal Drogo, he vanished back amongst the populace, and Lord Eddard hasn't found him since. Though Lord Eddard says he will keep an eye out until it is time for him to return to the North."
"Damn!" Robert says, growling. "At least Ned has discovered more about this bastard than the rest of you…!" Robert growls, "That's why he's the only one I can trust as my Hand! Renly, how much longer until we're finished packing!"
"Within the hour, brother!" Renly says.
"Good, I will make my way North by the end of this hour, and when I return, we shall hold a small tourney to celebrate Ned's Appointment before turning our eyes to the Targaryen Bastard and his whore!" Robert says, calling the meeting to an end. Varys, returning to his office, smiles as he sits at the desk where messages from his little birds have come in, and one of the ones he brings out from his desk's drawer is one marked with the symbol of House Stark. Opening it, Varys expresses, for the first time in a while, actual surprise on his face.
"The Silent Wolf calls to you, Spider. Meet with me in the Godswood of Winterfell during the Feast that is to be held the night of his arrival." The Message says. Lord Eddard Stark has contacted him directly, whatever it is, it might be something truly great, or utterly terrible. "Bring with you Jaime Lannister and Ser Barristan Selmy… And do not bother with the Exiled Bear, I have already neutralized him…" Varys is shocked to hear this, but keeps his face neutral as he plans out the next steps in what is to be an interesting game.
Meanwhile, within the Manse of Illyrio Mopatis…
Jon and Daenerys sit, looking out at the sea as Paarthurnax rests with the other three dragons they had hatched just a day prior are… For the lack of a better word, Training with each other. Durnehviir, having been an undead for the majority of his time since before and after he had met Jon as Ormr Bloodskal, was still adjusting to the fact he now had a flesh and blood body that was stronger than his original as a Dovah. To add to this, Durnehviir, without the curse keeping him alive, is tires easily, but that's to be expected, as most of his flesh and muscles had rotted away when they last spoke. However, in this lifetime, Durnehviir was actually quite the handsome young dragon, being of bronze and jade green, in coloration, and often takes to sleeping near the two, but more than that, he is also the gentlest of the three.
Second of the two is Odahviing, who is happily flying about as he battles his blackened brother, the two of them landing light kicks and slapping each other with their wings and tails as they dance in the air, being careful not to mar one another too badly. Odahviing is beyond happy to be serving Dovahkiin once more, as he had never gotten the chance to say goodbye to his thuri before he died battling Alduin after the Dovahkiin's death. Odahviing, being the most combative and largest of his "siblings" has actually begun to learn more and more about his new body than even Daenerys knew. Though initially against it, once Odahviing started meditating, he actually learned to like it, as he could actually think faster and feel the flow of magic and time in the world more viscerally. More than that, Odahviing was the first to notice that the Dovah in this world, unlike their old bodies, actually carry both genders, and Paarthurnax, finding his reaction funny, revealed that the Dovah of this world actually battled each other in contests of acrobatics to see which Dovah would be the Monah of the next generation. The look on Odahviing's face made everyone laugh, though they did apologize once he recovered himself.
However, it was the Third Dragon that stunned them, while the beast was initially thought to be black in color, it turns out the creature's scales were a mix of jet black and midnight blue, almost indistinguishable when not looking closely enough. What's more, the dragon's scales were actually much smaller and finer than his brothers, and that was what made Jon realize who this dragon was. It was Sahrotaar, the Serpentine Dragon who had helped him reach Miraak in Apocrypha on the day of their final battle. However, Sahrotaar revealed to Dovahkin something he did not expect, "In the beginning, I was the Third Created of the Dragons, and I went by a different name at that time. My name then was Qahnaarin. However, unlike what the honor title would become later, my name was made of the words "Armor" "Summit" and "Master", and when Alduin laid claim to Keizaal, I took Solstheim as my slice of territory. However, unlike the rest of my kind, I sought to personally govern and tend to my followers and priests, and thus I was one of but a handful of Dovah who knew of the virtue of compassion."
"Thus when Paarthurnax called upon me to answer his summons to rise up against Alduin's Thur, I was more than happy to join in the fighting to save my people. Unfortunately, Miraak had grown both powerful and arrogant, and had utilized the Bend Will Shout to bind me as well as Kruziikrel and Relonikiv to his thrall… When he was defeated, we were dragged kicking and screaming into Apocrypha as well. It wasn't until you used Bend Will on me to break his control that I was able to think independently for the first time in thousands of years!"
"So you're saying?"
"While I played up the fact that you used Bend Will on me, I did it to test your heart, and I can honestly say that I am honored to have served you then, and to serve you now, Thuri…" Qahanaarin says. "I only wish Relonikiv and Kruziikrel were freed before the battle started…"
"I now wish I could have helped them too…" Jon says, looking down. "And if Numinex had been revived, I would have liked to have talked to him too…"
"Numinex?" Paarthurnax says, "Ah the name that Olaf One-Eye gave to that dragon he had captured, a corruption of his original name…"
"What was his original name?" Daenerys asks.
"Nummiinax, the Uniquely Eyed Tyrant!" Paarthurnax explains, "He was named as such by our father, Akatosh, due to how he was the first of a group of Dovah called the Legendaries…"
"I remember those, they had eyes similar to insects, but instead of being split into multiple eyes, it was split into four!" Jon explains. "So Nummiinax was the First of his Kind?"
"Yes, and the most powerful, as well as a close friend of mine… If we could find Kruziikrel, Relonikiv, and Nummiinax's eggs, then we could have seven dovah to battle against the Ideal Masters and their armies." Paarthurnax explains. "Only question is… Kolos nust, where are they?"
"I don't know, Paarthurnax, but I feel we may end up finding them sooner or later!" Jon explains, "Now we have one more thing to deal with…"
"And what might that be?" Daenerys asks.
"The fact that I'm going to be leaving in a few days…" Jon says.
"What?" Daenerys asks, shocked.
"Yes, I am only here for a short time before I have to return to Westeros…" Jon says, "Unless you wish to come with me, Ulovsil."
"I would love to, but only if you marry me…"
"I should have guessed you'd choose to sta- Saraan... Fos?" Jon asks.
"Jon… Ormr… I didn't marry you back then because I was traumatized because I was raped inside of a Temple of Molag Bal in order to become a Vampire." Daenerys says, "But I've read up on the Old God of the North, and their traditions are actually quite appealing to one such as myself. And as you have told me the majority of the Daedra and the 9 have become the Old Gods, forsaking their names unless somebody remembers them." She gently kisses him again, "Marry me, and let me be your wife this time… I'm not afraid anymore." Jon looks at her, stunned but his eyes shed tears with a smile on his face as he pulls Daenerys into a hug.
"How I've waited to hear that, Ulovsil…"
"I love you, Jon."
"I love you too, Dany." Jon says, smiling. The day continues on happily for the group, but soon, it is close to time for the group to depart, and, thankfully, Jon manages to color Dany's hair for the journey, and braid it to make her appear similar to what she was during the time of Nirn, and Daenerys even smiles as she begins playing up her old mannerisms as a Volkihar, even deciding to take up that name, and that she is the last of a Skagosi Clan, in which the majority of her kinsmen died during the Stoneborn Rebellion, and her mother, the last of House Volkihar, was a maid to Illyrio Mopatis, and a close confidant, and even fell pregnant with her when she comforted the Magister after his wife, Saera, had died. With some quick words from Illyrio before they board the ship to Westeros, they manage to get his confirmation of it, and that he is happy to name Jon Snow as his goodson. Jon promises he won't forget this debt to Illyrio, but says he may not be able to pay it back right away, the Magister just waving it off, saying that he can pay it back when he feels the time is right. Before they depart, Ned sends a message to Winterfell to inform his wife and children of the upcoming wedding they need to prepare for, in addition to Robert's arrival.
Two days later, Winterfell, the North…
Gathering her children, Catelyn Stark is both excited and terrified upon the idea of what she had read in the message that Ned had sent her. "Mother, what is it?" Robb asks as he and his siblings arrive in her chambers.
"My children, we have some news from your father, he shall be returning within the week…!" Catelyn says, to which the siblings are happy about this, but Sansa notices something else on her mother's mind.
"There is more mother?" Sansa asks.
"Yes, while in Pentos, your brother, Jon Snow, he has found a rather decent girl for his station, and they plan to be married in the Godswood of Winterfell around the time that King Robert arrives!"
"Jon's getting married!?" Robb asks, smiling big at this. "Ha! I knew he'd find a girl who'd break that train of thought of his!" He is excited about this, "So who is the lucky girl?"
"Robb, close the door…" To which her eldest son knows what this could mean, doing as bidden. "The Woman is going by the name of Serana Volkihar, posing as one of the Last of House Volkihar, one of the many Stoneborn Clans that were destroyed during the Stoneborn Rebellions…"
"She is not actually, in truth, correct?" Sansa asks.
"Yes, I cannot reveal everything right now, with Robert's spies being everywhere, even in the North, but trust me when I say this, the girl is like your brother, from another time, reborn into ours, and she is using the name she held back then as her cover, and is even hiding her appearance based on it." Catelyn says, "When she arrives, don't be surprised about who she truly is, because she is vital for not only Jon's future plans, but also for his sanity… You remember what he told you about the Old Gods?"
"Yes, he said that he was related to the God of Madness!" Arya says.
"Yes, but know that even he is not free of the Madgod's influence when it comes to his emotional state. So please try not to judge your soon to be good-sister based on her real family's actions." Catelyn says.
"A child is innocent of the crimes of their parents, lest they themselves repeat them…" Bran Stark says, wisely.
"Very good, Bran, you've taken to your lessons well!"
"Jon helped!" Bran says, smiling as the family all smile and think about what is to come.
That Night, the Camp of King Robert Baratheon
"Your grace, we have a message for you!" One of the Servants says, rushing over with a scroll in his hands.
"What message?" King Robert asks.
"It is from Lord Eddard Stark!" The servant says, handing the scroll to the King, who takes it and reads it. Reading it closely, a smile appears across King Robert's face and he begins to laugh boisterously!
"A WEDDING!" King Robert says, gleefully, "One of Ned's sons is getting married! Break out the casks, this calls for a celebration!" The Men cheer at this.
"And which of Lord Eddard Stark's children is getting married, husband?" Queen Cersei asks.
"Ned's bastard boy, Jon Snow, he's marrying the daughter of a Magister from Pentos!" Lord Robert says, heartily, "Even claims she is a beauty as well!" Cersei can't help but feel a bit disgusted, knowing what Robert is thinking. "Now break out the casks and drink to your heart's content tonight, my men! Tonight we celebrate a man's impending marriage!"
"YES SIRE!" The guards shout heartily.
Five Days Later, the North, Thursday, 15th of Sun's Dawn 298 AC…
Lord Eddard Stark smiles as he sees Winterfell come into view, and he can see Jon and Da- Serana riding beside him, both of them smiling as they ride next to one another. He couldn't be happier for his son, but thankfully, during the trip, he had managed to talk sense into the two mule-headed Dragonborns, convincing them to hold the wedding after Robert arrives in Winterfell, which wouldn't take a toll on their supplies, but would also allow him to keep an eye on Robert's actions, as he wouldn't allow anyone to ruin their night, not even Robert.
As for Paarthurnax and the Dragons, Ned explained to the Dragons that the mountains on the Northside of Long Lake would provide a safe enough refuge with easy access to the Wolfswood and any roaming herds of goats. Fortunately, Paarthurnax also remind Lord Eddard Stark that, during his years in hiding, he found suitable refuges in Sea Dragon Point that could work, and thus it was agreed that the dragons, until the King goes south again, they would remain at Sea Dragon Point, only returning to their clearing in the Wolfswood when Jon calls out to them in Dovahzul. As such, before dawn came, the Dragons said a temporary goodbye to the Dragonborns and traveled eastward, to Sea Dragon Point.
Waiting at the gates are Lady Catelyn, his wife, and his children, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and Rickon, with Theon in the middle back, as they all witness Lord Eddard Stark return with Jon, and a beautiful woman in tow. The woman is truly a beauty to behold, with hair as black as everlasting darkness, piercing violet eyes, with pale skin. She is dressed in rather modest clothes, but they have a touch of finery in them, obvious since she is marrying Jon. "My Lord…" Lady Catelyn says, looking at her husband with a smile.
"My Lady…" Lord Eddard says, hugging his wife lovingly, in which Catelyn looks to Serana, who bows respectfully.
"My Lady…" Jon says, with Serana behind him, and Catelyn can tell who she is.
"Jon, it is good to see you again. And this is your bride to be?"
"Yes, Serana Volkihar." Jon explains, smiling.
"It is an honor to meet you, My Lady." Serana says.
"The honor is mine!" Catelyn says, to which the woman smiles at her.
One Month Later, 15th of First Seed, 298 AC
Having gotten shaved as Lady Catelyn had ordered, wanting to make a good impression on the King, Jon sighs as he notices himself clean shaven. "I truly had a magnificent beard planned for when I would be in my old age…" Jon says, "I guess it will have to wait a while longer…"
"I knew you loved no women better than your own hair." Robb says, snickering, "Oh wait, I suppose that betrothed of yours knows better than that."
"Would you like to know, brother…" Jon says, smiling as he looks at himself and then uses a brush to slick his hair back, then tie it behind him. He knows it would be suicide to do a Dothraki braid, as it would indicate he had been the one to kill Khal Drogo, so for now, he has to remain satisfied with just tying his hair back, "Oh, the barber missed a couple spots…" Jon takes a razor and lifts it to his lips. "Su…" He then moves at blinding speeds, missing the certain spots and smiles, satisfied with his touch ups. "Alright, I'm going to get myself and Serana ready for the King's Arrival… Which should be… Laas Yah Nir…" He senses a large contingent of soldiers, definitely Robert's entourage. "About an hour…" Making his way to the baths, he finds a pleasant sight waiting for him in a private bath, a naked Serana, who smiles as she cleans out the old coloring in her hair, ready to replace it once it has been washed away. "Kogaan Akatosh ahrk Mara…"
Daenerys smiles as she enters the warm bath and rests as her naked body sinks into the water. Jon can only feel his shaft getting hard at the look of her, and he enters the water… The temptation to take her maidenhead here, making it difficult to keep his cool. "Fo…" Daenerys whispers, sending a wave of cold to Jon's face, snapping him back to his senses. "We'll have plenty of that later tonight, love, our wedding shall be held at sunset, with the wedding feast taking place just after!"
"True… It is just so difficult to restrain myself… I've waited for you for…" Jon thinks, "I don't know how many thousands of years since my passing…" Daenerys moves herself next to Jon, who wraps an arm around her. "I can't believe what I've dreamed of for so long is finally going to happen, Ulovsil…"
"I can hardly believe it either… But I am happy it is finally going to happen… And I'll show you what it's like to make love to a vampire…" Daenerys says, smiling as the two relax for a few more moments before getting themselves cleaned and Daenerys applying a new set of hair color, making sure to cover every silver hair so as to hide her true self as best as they can. Thankfully, using Alteration Magic, she is able to change the color of her eyes for a good long while so that they don't appear to be of their usual violet color.
It soon comes time for the Usurper to arrive as everyone gathers out at the gates to Winterfell, and as the procession begins, Serana feels her nerves start to get to her, but thankfully, Jon's gentle hand takes hers, settling her. She watches each knight and warrior carefully, eventually spotting Robert Baratheon, the boogeyman who had haunted her nightmares for years, but, thankfully, her traumatic memories of Molar Bal are much worse, and she sees the Fat King for who he is, a once-great warrior who let his power and glory go to his head, making him fat and lazy. Having to resist the urge to snort and smirk, when everyone kneels, she follows suit so as to not draw suspicion to herself.
Jon, meanwhile, is doing his best to contain his fury, it's thanks to this monster his Trueborn family is destroyed, his siblings, only children, were butchered like animals and made trophies of. He knows their deaths are solely Tywin's doing, but Robert supported them, and it takes all of Jon's willpower to ease his rage on his own. His inner Dovah is screaming for blood, but he has to remind himself 'Not Today' and to "Breathe and Focus". After a simple bit of banter between Ned and Robert,
The Fat Usurper goes around greeting each member of the family, eventually coming on Jon and Serana. "Well well well, you did well for yourself, bastard!" Robert says, "Congratulations on your impending marriage!" Robert smiles and hugs Jon, who puts on a fake smile, shaking hands with the King, the Dragonborn fighting to keep himself from lashing out at this murderer. "And you must be the Serana I heard so much about!" He let's go of Jon's hand with a smile. "You really chose well for a husband, bastard born he may be, any man raised by Ned will never betray his wife as he did, even if it was only once." This causes Ned and Cat to quietly glare at the King, the two of them containing their outrage.
Eventually though, the Royal family is shown to their chambers whilst Robert and Ned go to visit Lyanna in her tomb. 'I need to find some salt and water and purify the crypts of his filth later…' Jon thinks to himself, as he and Serana leave to go to the Godswood.
In the crypts, Robert places a Winter Rose upon Lyanna's statue as he looks at her. "Ned, word had reached my ears of a new Targaryen having made himself known in Pentos… Someone calling himself Oryon Targaryen… Ned, you sent a message revealing you had seen him, where is he now?"
"I do not know, your grace, last I saw him, he kidnapped Daenerys, took over Khal Drogo's Khalasar, and fled into the Dothraki Sea. He could be anywhere by now." Ned explains.
"Damn it…" Robert says, but then forgets the subject and asks Ned if she will allow Joffrey to marry Sansa, as a means of the two of them becoming brothers in truth, to which Ned remembers Paarthurnax's words.
"I will need to think about it, your grace, I still have to prepare for Jon's wedding tonight!"
"I understand, take all the time you need, but I need…'
"Your grace, you do not need to ask, I will become your Hand, it would be my honor!" Ned says, smiling at the King, 'Once I truly see the sorry state the Kingdom is in, I'll be able to ask Jon and Serana what their plan is to fund the war effort.'
Hours Later…
Serana hisses as her hair is woven in the traditional fashion for a Northern Wedding. "Are you alright, Serana?" Lady Catelyn asks.
"Yes, I'm fine, the claws of a Gargoyle hurt worse than this!" Serana says.
"Your stories about Skyrim still fascinate me, to think the Old Gods are actually the Aedra and Daedra of the Previous Kalpa, and they still provide magic to the world through the Weirwoods." Sansa says, smiling at the Targaryen Princess. "And that you were once an immortal vampire!"
"Yes, but trust me, the actual ritual for a woman to become a vampire is highly degrading and painful, so I wouldn't recommend it, even for my worst enemy." Serana says to her soon-to-be goodsisters. "I just hope that Molag Bal remains in those trees rather than making himself manifest in our world ever again…"
"There is still one thing I don't understand…" Arya says, "If Jon is a Daedra, how is he still here in physical form?"
"What I can recall from my conversa-agh-tions with the Aedra before I was reborn is that Jon has to ways of becoming a God…" Serana explains, "Either he kills the Ideal Masters and mantles their responsibilities over the Soul Cairn, or he can find an empty space in Oblivion and create his own Realm." She then thinks, "The easiest way would be to kill the Ideal Masters, though we'd need a portal to the Soul Cairn to do that, and my mother's portal has long since been destroyed. Otherwise we'd need to somehow draw them into this world and trap them all in a single physical form, but that would be far too dangerous." She looks down, "Jon even fears that the Night King of ancient Legends may be that very possibility, only sealed away because they couldn't be killed by conventional means. Again, without an Elder Scroll, there is no way of confirming that."
"Then how would Jon need to enter Oblivion and create his own Realm?"
"That's the harder option, and, right now, we think our ancestors, the Valyrians, may have already done it, and it caused the Doom." Serana explains, "So the Portal may still be there and unintentionally remains active to this day. We'd just need to modify the coordinates and we'd be able to find an empty Realm in which to create our own. But that would require us traveling to Valyria, or creating a portal of our own, which is extremely difficult without the right magical know-how… Sometimes I wish my former mother, Valerica, were here to advise me on these matters…" Serana hisses one last time as Catelyn finishes the last braid for Daenerys's wedding hairdo. "Are we finished?"
"Yes we are!" Catelyn says, smiling at the Princess, who looks at herself in a vanity, and she smiles. Soon the Bride is Lead to the Godswood, where Illyrio Mopatis, standing in for her father, Mad King Aerys, and acting as Serana's Father, gently leads the Princess into the Godswood. At the tree, Jon smiles, nervous, but he had managed make himself rather presentable with the help of his brother and Theon, who help him calm down by reminding him of the chant "Su'um ahrk Morah…"
However, soon the bride is brought before the weirwood, dressed in an absolutely beautiful dress as white as, and Jon mentally admits this, the ancient snow atop the Throat of the World. Jon looks at her, stunned beyond imagining as Serana is brought before him, in which Lord Eddard walks forward, smiling at the two, presiding over the ceremony. "Who comes before the Old Gods?"
"I, Serana of Clan Volkihar, a woman grown and true of birth! I have come to be wed in the presence of the Gods!"
"Who comes to give her?"
"I, Illyrio Mopatis, Father of the Bride!"
"Who comes to wed her in the Sight of the Gods?" Ned asks, to which Jon steps forward, smiling as he decides to forgo his name in this world.
"I, Ormr of Clan Blodskalm!" Jon says, causing many to look at each other, gently taking her hands. "I take her to wed!" Ned looks at his son, and feels a breeze on the wind, as doe everyone in the Godswood. Ned closes his eyes and feels the Old Gods blessing these names, they were their names once, and they were denied happiness before. It would be best for them to embrace it now as they truly are, for this may be the last time they use these names. Before the guests, the winds gently blow as the bride and groom gently hold each other's hands, and they can see, floating above them, almost spectrally, an older, much more battleworn, but happier version of Jon dressed in black and gold robes with a smile on his face, whilst they see Dany's old self as Serana, both ghosts taking each other's hands.
"Serana of Clan Volkihar, do you take this man?"
"Yes, I take this man!"
"Ormr of Clan Blodskalm, do you take this woman?"
"Yes, I take this woman!" Jon says, and the two gently take their hands, kneeling before the Weirwood Tree, in which, to the shock of many, 26 spectral figures manifest before them, some of them monstrous to behold, others being humanoid and unique, and yet one appears as a golden dragon. The two rise, in which Jon gently removes Serana's Clan cloak, which takes the form of a black sun with crimson rays on a black field, and replaces it, surprising the people yet again, with a white cloak that carries a blood red greatsword, and a bleeding star. The two gently press their foreheads together, smiling happily as they both shed tears of joy, and share their most passionate kiss yet… Neither of them notice that above them, a crimson comet is streaking overhead…
From where he is with Odahviing, Durnehviir, and Qahnaarin, the four dragons notice the comet in the sky, and the moon gaining a red coloring as the comet passes. Paarthurnax can see the signs that it indicates and he decides to get some sleep whilst he still can. "Kogaan Akatosh… Things are about to get interesting…"