Author's Note: Hellooooo! How're you, everyone? I'm doing great! Now I want to apologize for this short chapter as I had the itch to write something, but I wasn't ready to proceed into the next part of the story just yet. If you want the reason for this, please go check out Chapter 2's Author's note to learn why, and to please leave your vote in your reviews as to which path I should take starting in Chapter 4. Now before I begin today, since I've got it that Dany is now the wielder of Dawnbreaker, I've decided to change things up a bit, because, as it turns out, I really do want Jon to be able to use the Bloodskal Blade, or as I like to call it Blodskalm. I have also decided, in my recent playthrough of Skyrim, for Ormr, and in turn Jon, to be proficient in Lightning based Destruction Magic, as it Drains Magicka whilst doing damage, and has the greatest range of all three types. Plus, the Zahkriisos Priest is practically Ormr's ancestor along with Miraak, so I think it works.

Anyway, I've got a real treat for you guys today in this chapter, a couple actually, and I hope you guy will enjoy them, especially with what I have done at the end of this chapter. Aside from that, I really would appreciate it if you guys did help me by making your votes, which I will leave the voting open until December 19th, my little sister's birthday. So remember, be sure to cast your votes in the Reviews before December 19th, because at 12:01 AM, the Voting will be closed and I will proceed with to Chapter 4 with the desired path, and in case of a Tie, I will select one as the Tie Breaker! Honestly, I'm good for either one, but I will make it known here that I'm personally interested in the Stormcloak Path. But before anyone cries out in the reviews that "Of course Travez would choose Stormcloak, he's Ulfric Stormcloak all the way".

To this I say "Nein! After doing my research and thinking about it after my first playthrough of Skyrim as a Stormcloak Rebel, I realized I had ROYALLY screwed up. Once we had one, General Tullius had revealed that the Thalmor had wanted the Rebellion to succeed all along… It was at that moment I knew… I fucked up!". This bit of info is compounded by Avarti's analysis in the videos 'Why the Thalmor are IDIOTS - Elder Scrolls Aldmeri Dominion Lore", "Why Ulfrice Stormcloak is an IDIOT - Skyrim Civil War Lore", and "Why General Tullius is A GENIUS - Skyrim Civil War Lore" only further exacerbated this revelation even more. That is why on every subsequent playthrough, I always joined the Imperial Legion, but that is besides the point.

The reason my personal vote is for the Stormcloak Rebellion Option, is that it would go to show how loyal Robb truly is to his brother, even after learning of Jon's true identity, and it would allow me to do something that I had been itching to do in my last story, but sadly, never got around to it. In any case, while Stormcloak has my personal vote, I am interested to see how you guys would vote in this, so please, don't let my vote sway your decisions, and I give you my word, whichever side has the most votes, I will do, so go to Chapter 2's author's note, and listen to what your inner voice tells you and vote honestly about what you want to see going forward. Remember, give your honest review and then leave your vote for "Stormcloaks" or "Imperials" at the bottom.

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Chapter 3: Ven Mul Riik

Winterfell, The North, 15th of First Seed, 298 AC

Jon and Daenerys sit at the High Table of Winterfell's Dining Hall, both of them smiling as they enjoy the food they are given whilst enjoying watching everyone feasting, singing, and arm wrestling. Robert smiles as he flirts with some of the maids whilst getting himself shitfaced drunk, whilst Queen Cersei watches on in disgust. However, that is when Jon notices Ser Jaime Lannister, and he gets an idea. "Ulovsil, pardon me for what I am about to do…"

"Huh?" Serana asks, to which Jon takes a glass and strikes it repeatedly with a spoon, causing everyone to stop.

"My Lords and Ladies, Your Graces, I want to personally thank you all for coming to my wedding and the feast, and I thank you, my Father, for allowing me this happiness." Jon says, smiling, but then looks to Jaime Lannister, "Though there is something that had always bothered me… Jaime Lannister, before your infamous action that had destroyed your honor beyond repair, you were by far the most loyal and honorable of the Kingsguard, save for Barristan Selmy, my uncle, Arthur Dayne, and a few others…" Serana then realizes what Jon is doing, but decides not to stop him, because she was always curious as to why things happened the way they did. Meanwhile, Jaime tries to keep his arrogant smile on his face, but can somehow sense that he knows where this is going. "However, I had been told by my father that you were wanting to tell him something before he declared you an Oathbreaker, and while I don't deny you broke your oath, it doesn't make sense when you think back on the facts. So before my bride and I turn in for the night, could you please give us the explanation you wished to give my father at the Sack of King's Landing?"

"If I may ask, why do you wish to know?"

"I have this feeling in my gut that you had, despite everything that happened, had a good reason as to why you committed your grievous crime. I would like to know why." Jon simpy states, to which Jaime nods, taking a deep breath, "Before you do… Let me ensure everyone knows you are telling the truth… Nok-Feim… Vahzen…!" That is when everyone sees a wave of colored energy flow from Jon's mouth and it strikes Jaime Lannister and his body begins to glow white. "When you are telling the truth, the light on your body shall take on an emerald hue, when you lie it shall take on a crimson hue… Please…" He then gestures for him to begin… "You may begin…" Jaime takes a deep breath as he feels like his spirit is being made light from whatever this boy did… And he smiles as tears flow down his face.

"I had remained loyal to Aerys throughout the entire war, but I was forced to guard him during occasions which shame and infuriate me to this day. The Worst was when he would rape Queen Rhaella Targaryen… A Woman, whom I am not ashamed to admit, had been infatuated with during my time in King's Landing, and had I been allowed to accompany her, I would have been the one to take Daenerys Targaryen to Westeros with Ser Willem Darry, and I would have guarded her with my life if need be." Jaime explains, feeling his soul growing lighter with each word he speaks, and the light turning a bright emerald green.

"However, I was not ordered to protect the Queen, and I had to stay by the Mad King's side as I overheard the preparations he was making, and what he had been planning. King Aerys was placing stores of Wildfyre beneath all the major thoroughfares of King's Landing; The Red Keep, the Markets, the Sept of Baelor, all of them, and I had overheard his maddened ramblings that he was going to sacrifice the entirety of King's Landing in an attempt to transform himself into a literal dragon. I had grown fearful of what he had been planning, and when he sent Queen Rhaella and Prince Viserys to Dragonstone, they weren't even clear of the city when Aerys gave the order, shouting "burn them, burn them all"! And it was not just Queen Rhaella that I desired to protect, the thousands of innocent people of King's Landing were going to suffer and burn for the Mad King's ambitions, and so I did the only honorable thing I could do…" Jaime confesses as tears stream down his face further, "I killed all the Pyromancers that had been given the order, and then, in order to prevent him from lighting the Red Keep's stores, which a trail had been set to be lit from the Iron Throne, I moved to King Aerys, who was moving to light the Wildfyre himself, and I stabbed him in the back, stopping him from doing so."

"You willingly sacrificed your honor in order to save everyone in King's Landing…" Ned Stark says, seeing the aura glowing bright and a deep emerald hue. Jaime nods, and Cersei, unable to see her brother in such a state, walks over to him and hugs him. King Robert, knowing they are siblings, allows it. He never loved his brothers, but he knows Lions are different from Stags. "Jaime Lannister, I take back everything I had said that day, to sacrifice your honor in order to save a life, or in fact, many lives, is the most honorable thing I can think of."

"Thank you…" Jaime says, smiling as he let's go of his sister whilst, Lord Eddard takes Jaime to a seat and gives him some water. To this, Jon raises his glass with Serana, who both smile at him.

"TO SER JAIME LANNISTER, THE WHITE LION OF KING'S LANDING!" They both say, in which the other Lords, now knowing the truth, raise their glasses high, cheering for Ser Jaime. Serana smiles as she realizes the other monster whom she had feared had been one of the most honorable men in Westeros, and that is when Jon looks at her, smirking, knowing what that means.

"Now, to the Bedding!"Jon says, to which Serana shakes her head with a smirk on her face. Everyone cheers as the men and women lift up the married couple and take them to their chambers, undressing them all the way.

(*Warning: Lemon Scene incoming*)

(A/N: I will be skipping the lemon scene for now as I had not planned it out properly. I will update this chapter at a later date to include this scene. Sorry for the inconvenience)

(*Alert: Lemon Scene has Passed*)

Jon collapses next to Serana, who is breathing hard with him, both of them smiling as they rest next to each other, holding each other close, covered in sweat and Jon's seed spilling out of Daenerys's lower body, the happy couple just staring into each other's eyes. However, soon sleep betrays them, and the two cuddle up next to each other, sleeping peacefully. However, once they are asleep, they open their eyes, finding themselves floating in the Seas of Oblivion, fully clothed, and as they once were, only Jon, or rather Ormr, is young and strong again as they turn to see them drifting in a large space, but also see great spheres surrounding them, and Jon recognizes a few of them as Apocrypha, the Shivering Isles, and the Myriad Realms of Revelry. However, each of them are evenly spaced apart, in which Ormr then looks to the space they are located in, which to one side is the Shivering Isles, Realm of Sheogorath, Prince of Madness and the other is Attribution's Share, The Realm of Boethiah, Prince of Deceit. "Brother to Madness, Sister to Deceit…" Ormr says, placing a hand on his chin.

"Ormr?" Serana asks, to which Jon looks to see another Realm of Oblivion, one that appears to be made entirely of crystals. "Is that?"

"Yes, Jyggalag's Realm of Oblivion: Mytheria!" Jon says, to which the ghostly image of the Daedric Prince's head forms. "Lord Jyggalag!"

"Dovahkiin… It seems you have finally arrived at the point of carving out your Realm of Oblivion…!"

"My what?" Jon asks, "But I thought…!"

"Uh Ormr…" Serana says, "There is something I need to tell you…"

"Oh Seven Hells, here we go…" Ormr says, realizing he had been duped, again.

"Ormr, the Gods only claim that the Soul Cairn is yours, simply because the Ideal Masters found a way to physically combine their powers into a Single Vessel through the Children of the Forest… The Enemy you have been sent to Mundos to kill is actually the Ideal Masters in human form."

"I'VE BEEN HAD!" Ormr shouts, enraged at the Gods.

"However…" Jyggalag says, "Our promise to raise you to the level of Daedric Prince was not false, you just need to create your own Realm of Oblivion, and decide on what aspect of the Universe you wish to uphold." Jyggalag looks at the Dragonborn, "However, creating your Daedric Realm will require a great deal of energy, one I don't think you can spare with what is to come in the near future."

"Damn it…" Jon says.

"However…" Jyggalag says, "As your mortal kin would say, a "Favor for a Favor"... I can help you create your Realm of Oblivion and your Lesser Daedric Servants, if you perform a task for me in return…"

"That depends on what the task is, My Lord, as right now, there is only so much I can personally do myself." Jon explains.

"That will be of no consequence, because I have something that I am sure is possible within your set of skills… Long ago, when I left to wander the Planes of Oblivion to ponder the lessons that Sheogorath had taught me, I had abandoned my sword in the Shivering Isles." Jyggalag explains, "The Newly Mantled Sheogorath, your ancestor in your previous life, had done me a courtesy and had it sealed inside of a secure location on Nirn so that, when I was ready to create a new realm for myself, I could recover it. However, with Alduin destroying Nirn, the location of the Sword was lost. However, I have recently begun to sense it's location, and I would like for you to recover it for me."

"Not meaning to be rude if I am, but… That's it?"

"That is all I require from you. Without that Sword, I cannot possibly maintain the fragile order in my realm. It is like Sheogorath's Staff, I cannot possibly bring order to my realm without it, just as he cannot sit upon the Throne of Madness without that stick of his." Jyggalag explains, "Thankfully, Sheogorath has seen fit to return to me my own chamberlain, Dyus, and as such I have deducted that I can buy you enough time to recover my sword."

"I have never seen your sword before, my lord, could you give us a description of what it looks like?" Ormr asks, to which the Daedric Prince creates a mystical representation of what the sword looks like, in which both the Dragonborn and his bride commit the sword's appearance to memory. It looks like an ordinary greatsword, however, it appears to be made of some sort of crystalline structure, perfectly shaped in every single way, so that no warp is in place of something perfectly orderly. However, Serana notices a Detail in it and smiles.

"I think I know who last had it!" Serana explains, to which she points to Ormr what she spotted.

"The Sword is in Castamere!" Ormr says, shocked.

"Good luck to you, Dovahkiin, Strunnahkiin…" Jyggalag says, in which his spectral image vanishes.

However, when Jon and Serana wake up the following morning, they find they are back in their room, naked once again, and, thankfully, Serana's hair coloring hasn't leached out. The two quickly get themselves ready and go to the Dining Hall to break their fast. Once there, they find King Robert as boisterous as ever, but when he notices the married couple, he raises his glass to them. "Here is the happy couple now!" King Robert says, "Jon Snow, as you know, in both the Faith of the Old Gods, and the Seven, it is customary to give wedding gifts to Bride and Groom after their First Night, and as such, I had gotten some gifts for both of you."

"You honor us, your grace!" Daenerys says, keeping her tone even and polite, not wanting to let her inner dragon do the talking for her.

"I'm not trying to honor you, I'm trying to show you how much Ned's family means to me!" King Robert says, smiling and laughing, before waving for the servants to bring forward a group of sealed chests. The First of these chests is opened, and inside are what appear to be something that Jon, or rather Ormr, hasn't seen in a long time. Walking over to the chest, Jon removes what is inside, and he couldn't be more surprised to see that, inside this chest, is what appears to be a long cloth, but he can tell by the texture what it is.

"Are these… Dragon Scales?" Jon asks.

"You can tell?" Robert asks.

"Jon has an armor made of the same material…" Lord Eddard says, touching the cloth with a stunned look on his face. "Though I've never seen dragon scales be this soft before."

"From what little I know about Dragons, father, these must be Heartscales…"

"Heartscales?" Ned asks.

"Heartscales are a particular type of scale on a dragon's body that form around the chest region, mostly around where the heart is located. They are the hardest scales on it's body, but once removed, they become as soft and light as cloth, but retain their strength. Only specifically created Valyrian Steel Daggers can remove these scales without hurting or killing a dragon, and the Valyrians used them in rituals to grant them skin nearly as hard as the scales for a limited amount of time, typically the imperial assassins or mages of the Valyrians used this ritual when stealth was required." Jon explains, "I also heard of some Valyrians weaving these scales into garments, but I never found any confirming evidence of it."

"Well, Snow, you have your own scarf, and if what you say is true, it will prove to be useful during the rare instances your throat is unguarded." King Robert says, in which the second chest is opened to reveal a Northern Dress that is both extremely fancy but also highly practical. "Once i had heard about the Bastard being married, and that you were an Essosi, I knew you'd need something to keep you warm when your husband couldn't! So this is for you, Serana!"

"Thank you, your grace!" Serana says, appreciating the thought despite who he is. Finally, the Third Chest is opened, and what is inside catches the attention of the newlyweds, who rush to the chest and slowly pick up one of the items inside. "This is…!" What Daenerys holds in her hands is a large scroll casing with twin handles on each side, wrapped in a red velvet grip with a gold spiral flowing through the grips, whilst the grips have spoked pommels. With large purple diamonds positioned equidistant from each other and archaic runes in the spaces between the stones, whilst the largest of these stones held in place by a setting shaped like a starburst.

"Oh you heard of these? They are called Elder Scrolls, though I don't know why the Maesters covet them so much, from what I've heard, you either go mad, blind, just die just by-" Robert begins, but as he looks to the couple, Serana hands the one in her hand to Jon, who gets ready to open it. "DON'T DO IT!" Jon opens it and the world, for everyone, is engulfed in a flash of white light, but like a flash, it fades with the moment as Jon smiles as he closes it, stumbling a bit, to which Serana catches him.

"Easy, now, Jon, easy!"

"What a rush…!" Jon says, smiling as he places the scroll down, his vision blurry with a smile on his face.

"Are you mad!?" The King shouts, angrily. "You could have killed yourself!"

"I am fine, your Grace, in fact, I've not been better!" Jon says, smiling as he holds the scroll in his hand. "The Elder Scroll has revealed to me something that I had been dreading the answers to, but I'm fine with it." Jon smiles at the King, with a determined look on his face, his vision clearing and he counts how many scrolls he has in the chest, a grand total of 10, to which Jon smiles, sensing that the Dragon, Blood, and Sun Scrolls are there, along with what appears to be a scroll that echoes with the word "Oblivion" and 7 others, whom he can't hear their names from. "These are so great a gift, your Grace, you honor me with this gift!"

"Use the knowledge in these things well, just try to warn us if you are going mad…" Robert says, laughing. The other gifts given by the Lords that had come to Winterfell for the wedding are all great gifts, but Lord Eddard smiles as he brings forward his gift, smiling at the happy couple.

"Jon, you have grown into a very fine man, and I couldn't be happier to call you my son, bastard or not. As such, I've been holding onto this for a while now, and I thought that now is the time you should have it." He then slowly brings forth a chest, and reveals inside are a trio of Dragon Eggs. "Your mother had found these in a shipwreck in Dorne and had kept them safe for years, they are yours now."

"Dragon Eggs, Ned?" Robert asks.

"Yes, Starfall is not that far from the sea in Dorne, and a ship had crash into the shores of Dorne years ago, and this was one of the prizes that Ashara had claimed. She had asked me to give them to Jon when he was ready for them. So now I am." Ned explains, to which Jon smiles at his father, hugging him.

A few hours after breaking their fast, Jon is at the forge, holding out his sword in his hand, the weapon being beautiful, but he knows he can do it better by giving it the magic it deserves, and takes it to the forge, igniting the fires with this Thu'um and over several long minutes, Jon carefully works with the weapon, the magic from chanting words of power as he forges the blade and quenches it in a trough of his own blood eventually causing the desired reaction from the metal, turning the sword's blade a bloody red, with the crossguard and pommel turning gold, and grip having a spiralling to it, with the gemstones in the pommel glowing a menacing red. Satisfied with his work, Jon gets ready to sheathe the blade, only when he hears something on the wind…

"Dovahkiin… Faal Kent Angaar! ASNIR!" The Voice calls to him on the wind, Jon dropping his finished sword as he hurries to the Broken Tower, just in time to see someone falling from it, Bran, and all he sees from the window is an arm, and a mane of hair… Long… Golden… Hair…

"WULD-NAH-KEST!" Jon shouts, leaping for his brother, "VEN-MUL-RIIK!"