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Chapter 1

Tywin Lannister, the lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, Warden of the West, only stared at the letter in his hand, wondering what could he do with it. He wasn't sure if it was a joke or a well-manufactured lie. It was out of the ordinary to receive a letter with such elegance and an incredibly written proposal. Tywin sat on his desk, at the Hand tower in the Red Keep, where all his work to maintain the Seven Kingdoms unfold.

He would normally have the misfortune to endure many letters from nobles who wished in one way or another to advance their position at court or would like to try to coerce the crown into doing their liking. It was a useless endeavor, of course. Tywin would let no one step on the power of the crown. No matter what. But it was slowly getting harder to do.

Tywin's old friend, Aerys Targaryen, the king, was slowly becoming more different, more unstable. Tywin could see it, every day sweeping away, and he wasn't sure of what to think. Aerys listened for now, and he seemed to want to be the greatest king in history. Yet the reality would sink in, and would only lead to a harsh and unspeakable reaction from him. The king would get irritated, resentful, and petty with everyone, and it was just starting.

"He's going to get worse."

Tywin whispered while wondering where did it go all wrong. Perhaps it was the Tragedy at Summerhall that sparked the ignite in his mind. The immeasurable pressure to not let the Targaryen name die with him, and to be a great king. Tywin couldn't be sure. Yet, there was one thing he was certain of. If Aerys loses his mind, then the Seven Kingdoms would have a few years of horrors to come. But he was hopeful that nothing could go wrong. Not for him, at least.

Tywin Lannister was the lord of Casterly rock after all. Head of the richest and most powerful family in Westeros, and youngest Hand of the King in history. He would achieve greatness and create a dynasty like never seen before. A Lannister dynasty. It was only a matter of him moving carefully and linking his dreams to reality. But he would achieve just that. Nothing would stop him from that.

Tywin smiled as he could already see it. Yet his mind came down to earth as he once again stared at the letter.

"The North is moving, interesting."

Tywin muttered, since in the last few years. He has seen a rather surprisingly swift in focus for the Northerner. They were becoming more independent and creative in the way they make business with the rest, especially the Free Cities, and if what he heard was true. The North has discovered a large quantity of iron and silver in their mountains. Tywin wasn't a man who believed in rumors, but he also knew how honest and honorable the Northerners were, especially the Stark family. So, he couldn't find a way for them to lie about it. Still, he would have to investigate it.

Yet, it was the name on the letter that make him wonder about what could it all mean. Since, if he was honest. It was hard to believe a child could think like this.

"Galadriel Stark, the oldest daughter of the Stark family."

Tywin whispered the name he has heard a few times now. It seemed as if she was involved in everything in the North and knowing her age; it was just harder to believe she was actually doing all of that. But no matter how much he tried to deflect the truth, sometimes, it was easier to accept it, and now. Tywin could only accept the fact a child, no older than six-year-old, was changing the North slowly.

"A prodigy, a genius, a mind like no other."

Tywin sat in his chair while he wondered what else was going on up there. Truth be told, he wasn't bothered or concerned about the North. They had always kept their heads out of Southerner affairs most of the time. They don't care about the Iron Throne, or who was sitting there. Yes, they showed respect when the king or the royal family if they go there, but that barely happens. So, slowly improving their standings was nothing to be concerned about.

In fact, he was glad they were doing great. Since in his eyes, the better the North does. The more profit the crown would get. But Tywin had to make sure they know who they swore loyalty to, and from what he could read in the letter. The proposal of the little girl was too naïve and rather confident that they would accept such a thing. Tywin would give her credits. It was a rather sounding proposal. It would be something he would propose if he was on the other side, but alas, it would not happen. Not while he has a say on it.

"But you have surprised me, child. Let's see how do you respond to my proposal."

Tywin chuckled slightly, a rare sight. But the girl amused him, and he wondered if there would be more entertainment from her. Only time would tell.

Far in the North, the oldest Stark daughter stared at the field before her, wondering how they were going to do it. The North, while large, it was mostly unexplored and wild. The fact they were capable of finding those deposits of Iron and Silver on the Rills mountains was a huge thing for them. A sort of miracle and luck. It was truly surprising for Galadriel to find those minerals if she was honest. A few kids were playing inside some caves while one of them fell down inside a hole deep beneath the cave. The parents begged her father, Lord Rickard Stark, to send help since they could hear their child far below.

The poor kid was alive but had both legs broken, and they could feed him with a long rope before help arrived. So, deciding to use that moment to create a better image around Pandora's actor. Her creation offered himself in order to save the poor kid, and it didn't take long enough for Pandora's actor to save him. But when he came back to the surfer, he told her about what he discovered there, and well, her family, the north, and pretty much everyone else was astounded by that.

"And we didn't have to use any cheat item," Galadriel said with an amused tone. Yet, it would be hard for them to mine them. The North has no tools for mining, so she would have to create them somehow, and she would need workers and someone who she could trust to keep the minds safe not only from any potential natural accident but from people wishing to steal from them.

"Another problem added to my list," Galadriel said, as she exhaled.

"Galadriel, don't walk too far away," Rickard said while he approached her. Galadriel huffed at her father but nodded. She saw Pandora's actor behind his father and giggled at her. Galadriel just groaned as he gave her a large coat.

"Yes, father, I was deep in thought."

"I know you were. But remember, while you don't seem to be bothered by the cold. Your mother worries for you. She doesn't want you to get sick, and I don't want it as well."

Galadriel sighed but had to admit, it felt nice having someone worrying for you. So she grabbed her coat and adjusted it to her body.

"I understand, father. Thank you, lord Muller."

"Not a problem, my lady."

The three of them stared at the field before them, and while calm and beautiful. They weren't there to appreciate the sight.

"This is the Barrowlands, right? The only place where something grows?" Pandora's Actor asked.

"Aye, House Dustin of Barrowtown is nearby, and they are in charge of the Goldgrass. One of our most fertile lands."

"The most fertile land, where only potatoes can grow," Galadriel muttered.

Galadriel had to create a way to create more farms for them. They depend way too much on the South, specifically the Reach. Their profit almost goes all to them, and she had to put a stop to it. Thankfully, she was not alone in the endeavor. Her father and many lords weren't happy to always depend on their southern neighbors when winter comes. The prices then rise up to incredible levels, and while Galadriel and her family could live a comfortable winter. The common folk couldn't.

Galadriel wanted a better life for the people of the North, and there were various reasons for it.

First, from an economic standpoint, having sick, malnourished and weak workers was a huge no-no. Spending thousands of gold yearly in order to survive during the cold winter was a problem they had to fix now. Then, there was how, if she keeps improving the quality of life of her people. They would, in return, show their appreciation and loyalty to her. They would become better, work harder, and would start improving the North as a whole.

Second, the North was a gold mine in other types of resources. Yes, farming was hard to come by. But the fishing was huge, and they were the biggest import of wool, hides, and timber. So, they have something to go around. That's why Galadriel wanted to explore more of the North. She believes, and she could bet money, that there were gold mines somewhere, among other things, lying around waiting for her. That's why she needed more people, more workers. The healthier and happier they were, the more benefits would she collect in the long run.

And third, Galadriel had a trait of a monarch. A Demon Empress, to be more precise, and while she had negative karma, with possibly a cruel and sadistic side. She was still an arrogant monarch of sorts. Galadriel wanted the North, the place she considered her kingdom, to do good. Better than the rest. Everyone should gawk at her, at her people, and how rich and advanced they were. That's why she expected nothing but the best from them, and she'll help them because she was a leader.

Also, deep beneath her. Galadriel also felt she was obligated to make sure no one suffers under her rule. She refused to become like the bosses of her previous world. No, she would never be that. No child should have to witness how their parents die of pure exhaustion. No one should have to deal with the uncertainty of life or the cruelty of being ashamed and abused.

Galadriel maybe could be a bit hypocrite, but she wasn't ignorant. If she could make life better for others, while looking for her own self-gratification, so be it.

Yet, it would take time to achieve it. But she could wait.

"The North is cold, humid, and the sun barely shines here. Creating farms… a good source of food is going to be difficult. But I know what to do."

Galadriel said, as her father looked at her.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked.

Galadriel smiled as she thought about the book left behind by two of her friends. She didn't know what would have she done with it. But now, she has an idea of what to do.

Centuries of Agriculture Vol 1. By Blue Planet and HeroHero.

Such a beautiful book by them. Now, I understand a bit more. But I'll have to put what I learn into practice.

"We are going to create something called greenhouse here."

"Greenhouse? What is a greenhouse…?" Rickard asked, confused.

"Mm, the Reach had something similar, where they cultivate some of the fruits, but ours is going to be entirely different. A place where we could farm everything we need, even in winter."

"In winter? Are you sure about it? You know how hard can it get," Rickard said, a bit apprehensive.

"Oh, I know how hard can it get. But don't worry, father. It's going to be just fine!" Galadriel said happily.

"Alright, I trust you with this," Rickard said with a tired sigh.

"Don't worry, milord, just think about what the North could win with this. They would no longer have to depend on the Reach grains or food!" Pandora's Actor said, and Rickard could see it as well. He was not a fool. Lord Stark knew that when winter comes. The South takes a huge paycheck from them, especially the Reach, and while he understood that it was only logical for the Reach to increase the prizes of things like grain, vegetables, and else. Since it was quite a long trip from the Reach to the North.

The manner in which they would do it was appalling. They would treat them as if they were savages, with no respect at all, and since they knew they couldn't deny the provisions during winter. They would tease them and insult them in infuriating ways.

So, if they could finally be free of them. Lord Stark would be happy.

"I know, lord Muller. I may not be as smart as my daughter. But I am not a fool. The North has let the south step on us for too long. If we can grow our food and grow independent from them. I'll allow it."

Rickard then stared at her daughter, who seemed pleased with her father.

"My child, I trust you with the future of the North. I know you'll do the best you can. Despite that, I do not want to leave everything for you. I am still your father and lord. If there is something I could do, allow me."

Galadriel smiled at him.

"Thank you, father. I'll think about it. But for now, there is something else I would like to see."

"Oh, and what is it?" Her father asked.

"The Fevre River leads to the Moat Callin, right? Do you think it would be possible for us to create a river, so both the Blazewater Bay and the Shivering Sea could be connected?"

"You want to create a channel?" Rickard said, stunned.

"Yes… we have the perfect position for it. Moat Callin is a few hundred meters from the Fevre River, and a day and a half away from the sea of the Bite. We could build a channel easily enough. The Fevre River has already done half of the work."

Rickard thought about it. "It would cost a fortune, and we will need a lot of hands to achieve it."

"Yes, I know. But I think we could ask the King's permission to do so. I think he would like the idea, and he would be able to see the benefits."

"The king?"

The lord of Winterfell muttered, but as he was looking at his daughter and he knew she was serious.

"It will take more than just one letter if we wished to create a channel."

"I know, but it would be worth it, believe me."

"Mm, I don't understand. Didn't you send a letter already? The proposal about our additional tax income to ships, and our iron and silver mines export?"

"I have yes, and if things go according to plan. The Lord Hand already rejected it."

"You don't sound surprised about it," Rickard noted.

"Fufufu! It's all planned, father!" Galadriel said proudly.

"It's one of the basic rules of finances, father. You never give all the information you have at the first opportunity! We need them to think we are gullible and that we need them more than we actually need. If things go according to my plan. The lord hand would send me a proposal of their own. It would be heavily in their favor, without a doubt."

"And that's good?" Rickard asked, not wanting for the Iron Throne to take advantage of them.

Galadriel smiled at her father. "It is, father… it truly is."

Galadriel knew the lord of Westeros did not know how aggressive a capitalist market could be. She knew all the little secrets and would surprise the lord hand, and it would be glorious.

Lord Rickard only sighed but nodded. "Alright. But don't be surprised if it doesn't go according to plan."

Galadriel then giggled. "Don't worry, father. I am sure it will go according to plan."

Brandon Stark looked at the blond man with those blue eyes and scoffed. His sister and mother seemed to like him enough to speak with him a lot. But he knew the real him. That person wanted to ruin their family. He wanted to steal his sister, and her mother away, and of course, as the oldest child and heir of Winterfell, he would not allow it.

That's why he waited long enough to challenge him to a duel. So, while the man seemed to chatter with his mother and father, he approached the so-called Lord Lukas Muller and pulled his wooden sword out.

"Lord Muller… I challenge you to a duel for the honor of my mother and sister!" Brandon said, and both lord and lady Stark stared at their oldest child with quite an amused face.

"Duel?" Pandora's actor asked, with the same amused face as the lord and lady of the Stark family.

"For the honor of what?" Lyarra asked.

"For your honor, mother! Lord Muller wants to steal you away!" The little boy exclaimed, earning a loud sigh from Rickard and a stern look from his mother.

"Now, listen to me, young man! Don't you dare to disrespect your mother by fabricating such statements!" Lyarra hissed furiously, and of course, the little boy of almost eight years old let a small squeal at the sight of his mother's angry face. Lord Rickard pinched his nose as he knew how much of a hothead his son was. Brandon's wolf's blood would only grow, and Rickard wondered how many problems it could cause.

"Why would you say such a thing, little lord?" Pandora's actor asked, entertained by the way his lady's little brother was behaving.

Brandon's brain seemed to start working now, as he couldn't come up with an explanation of sorts.

"Uh, because… you're… Uhm… I don't know," Brandon muttered while looking down, avoiding the stares of the surrounding people.

Lyarra and Rickard sighed as his son, and they were about to reprimand him, but it was Pandora's actor who stopped them.

"Alright, I accept."

"Lord Muller!" Lyarra exclaimed, but Rickard stared at Lord Muller with a curious face.

"I think it would be a wonderful experience for him, don't you think, milord?" Pandoras' actor asked.

"Indeed."

"Rickard?" Lyarra replied.

"Brandon has to learn not to challenge people randomly, Lyarra. As well, I think it would teach him so manners."

Rickard said, and Lyarra couldn't truly deny there was some reason behind that reasoning. It was true that Brandon had some temperament issues. So, it could be possible to teach him a lesson. But she was still worried. Lyarra wasn't so sure about letting his son face an older person. But with one look from Rickard, Lyarra could only exhale. It was the old way; she guessed.

"Do not worry, madame. We will use wooden swords."

Pandora's actor and Brandon then got into the small courtyard, one of many, where there was the training ground waiting for them. Pandora's actor chuckled as he saw little Brandon get ready. Surely, his lady would have loved to see it. Yet, she was currently busy with her other siblings, helping them learn how to read with maester Luwin. Yet, he would be sure to tell her why.

"Brandon, remember what I have told you about holding your shield up?"

"Yes, father."

"Good, not let your guard down."

Rickard said as Brandon nodded nervously. Yet, the young wolf, although afraid, he wanted to show no fear.

Lord Stark was also curious about how lord Muller fought, since from what he could see. The man seemed to have quite a body built to fight. Or so Rickard believed. Yet, from the posture of the lord Muller, it wasn't necessarily a pose he could recognize.

Maybe it was from those famous water dances from Braavos.

Brandon stared at the man, who had a smirk on his face, and of course. It annoyed Brandon.

"Arh!"

Brandon yelled as he leaped forward, moving his sword around without purpose. Pandora's actor was cheating by just existing in that world, with his abilities and many items on him. It wasn't fair, but then again, nothing in life was fair. Still, Pandora's actor wasn't competing. He wanted to see how much the boy wanted to protect his lady. It may seem rather childish, but Pandora's actor wanted to make sure. The people around her lady had to be able to protect her, in a matter of speaking, of course.

Pandora's actor did not expect them to be the shield of his lady's body or life, no. But to be the mental fortitude of his lady. He wanted them to be the people who loved her and cherish her. That's why he would make sure they could at least defend themselves. So, his lady wouldn't worry about them too much.

"So, this is how you wanted to protect your family? Pathetic," Pandora's actor said, with an arrogant smile. Those words brought anger to Brandon, who started to swing his sword harder. Yet he was never capable of hitting the arrogant blonde man with sparkling blue eyes.

"Shut up!" Brandon yelled.

"Mm, so much time to speak, but not to handle your sword."

Pandora's actor hit Brandon just slightly and pushed him to the ground. The oldest Stark boy let a groan as he was trying to stand up.

"Rickard, is this enough?" Lyarra whispered, as his husband only stared at his sound failing to hit lord Muller.

"He needs to learn how to fight. But more importantly, he needs to respect his opponent."

"I understand, but he's just a boy," Lyarra muttered, as she saw her son hitting the ground yet one more time. It was a hard hit on his stomach, but Brandon kept on standing up.

"He won't be a child forever… and winter is coming."

Brandon then yelled, and threw his wooden shield away, swinging harder and harder his wooden sword, but with no luck.

"ARGH!"

Pandora's actor was now amused, by the way. The boy looked. It was as if he was an animal of sorts. Those gray eyes were filled with rage, and every time Brandon failed to hit him. They grew more intense.

"I'll protect my family!"

Brandon yelled, and Pandora's actor smiled. The treasury guardian of Nazarick, quickly and smoothly, that even surprised the lord of Winterfell, pushed Brandon to the ground. The mud and dirt were all over Brando's hair. Yet, the boy did not care, because he wanted to stand up, but couldn't. So, without more energy. Brandon just let out one more scream while on the ground.

"I'll protect my family…!" Brandon said, with barely any energy.

"And you will… but not like this."

Pandora's actor said while helping the little boy to stand up. Brandon was no longer angry. In fact, he looked rather happy about it. What a strange boy; Pandora's actor thought.

"Lord Muller, thank you for the… spar with my son. There is a lot he must learn while he is young. I think it was a good lesson for him. Brandon needs to learn how to hold his temper down."

Brandon muttered something, but it wasn't loud enough to be heard. Yet, it was clear that getting reprimanded by his father was not something he enjoyed a great deal. Still, it was true.

"Brandon, get yourself clean," Lyarra said softly.

"Yes, mother," Brandon said, as he looked at Pandora's actor one more time and smiled.

"Next time, you'll be the one with dirt on his face," Brandon said, smirking, making Pandora's actor chuckle.

"I'll be waiting."

Brandon left with a new sense of purpose, and while his body was sore. His mind was sharp as ever. He would learn how to fight, just like lord Muller, then no one would dare to treat his family.

Pandora's actor only shook his head. "It seems like your son would ask me to train him." Pandora's actor said, already knowing what would his lady's brother do tomorrow. Still, he was interested to see what would happen.

"Aye, I fear as much," Rickard added, not falling behind.

"Dear?" Lyarra asked, confused.

"Brandon will ask lord Muller to train him. You've made quite the impression on my son, milord."

"He is young but wants what's right for his family. Would you agree to it?"

Rickard stared at his wife. She only sighed with a nod.

"Yes, it would do him good, and I think Eddard would likely join you in the future."

"Yeah, I thought so too."

"Well, my sons are in your capable hands, lord Muller."

"Do not worry, Lord Stark. They are in excellent hands."

Galadriel stared at the wall before her. She was perplexed by it. There she was, far north, watching the Wall, and beyond. It confused her to no end. Why was she there? She shouldn't be there. Galadriel then felt strange, like she was floating. A sensation of not belonging. Then she saw it, a large dead forest covered in snow.

Galadriel's mind was calm, yet worried.

"What am I doing here?" Galadriel asked.

Galadriel looked at the forest before her, and she felt as if someone was looking at her. It was there that she saw eyes. Blue eyes glared at her. Galadriel didn't feel intimidated, but curious. Since she was experiencing something new, something unnatural. She could see the shadows of many things ahead of her.

Galadriel then feeling bold, started to walk towards the forest, where those eyes were looking at her. But was suddenly stopped by a loud cry. It was as if an animal was ripping wide open. The reaction itself annoyed Galadriel, as she just frowned at whatever creature was doing that. But before she could say anything. Galadriel was then pushed, well rather, taken away by something.

It felt like something was afraid of her and was trying desperately to push her away, and since Galadriel was rather dazed, she just let herself go.

Then Galadriel woke up, and it was then that she realized what was happening.

"Pandora's actor!"

Galadriel called, and without wasting time, Pandora's actor appeared in his lady's room.

"My lady?" He asked worriedly.

"I… I had a dream."

"A dream?"

"Yes… and it's the first time I have had a dream since… well since I have arrived here."

Galadriel could sleep if she wanted to. But it was more like turning herself off like she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of a well-rested body, but nothing more. Yet, she doesn't dream or anything like that. So, to experience something like that again, something she even forgot she had, like dreaming. It makes her feel threatened and confused.

"What did you see, my lady?" Pandora's actor asked.

"I was at the wall… I have never been there, not now at least. But I know is the wall. Then, I was beyond it."

Galadriel whispered as she recalled every aspect of her dream. It was quite amazing. Before, when she was just a normal human. She could barely remember a dream. But now, Galadriel remembered every single detail, even what she felt, and it allowed her to think carefully of what she just witnessed.

"Then, I saw eyes staring at me… blue eyes, they were all glaring at me with hatred and fear. It was strange… and then I was pushed aside."

Pandora's actor didn't speak for a while. He was trying to understand the strange dream of his lady.

"Blue eyes… beyond the wall… I haven't asked my lady, but what lies beyond the wall? I doubt that they built such a structure to keep humans away."

Galadriel rubbed her chin, remembering the many histories she heard and read. Could it be they are more than just histories? Galadriel thought for a while.

"There are legends about something called the Long Night."

Galadriel stood up from her bed and walked to where the old books of North folklore were laying.

"I didn't put too much attention on it, since they sounded more of myths than anything else. But now… perhaps there is more."

"Mm, myths sometimes are inspired by true events," Pandora's actor said.

Galadriel hummed as she started to read what was in the book, she read a while ago.

"According to old tales, it was a period of darkness, and among the mist, a race of demons appeared, called the Others... Ah, demon race? Interesting."

"Did you have anything to do with it?" Pandora's actor said with a joking tone.

"Shut up," Galadriel muttered.

"Ah, the demon race, or whatever they were, could raise the dead to fight the living. So, no demon race perhaps? Or maybe it was something else? A different race, perhaps."

"Necromancy?"

"Perhaps, but the magic could be entirely different from the one of Yggdrasil. For example, the dragons here are Yggdrasil's wyverns. So, I do not know if they were even demons. Perhaps something else?"

"Maybe they were something like an elder Linch?"

"It could be."

Galadriel kept on reading and wondered why she felt worried. Maybe it was her usual paranoia sinking in. She was now facing perhaps a threat. Or well, whatever it was out there. Still, Galadriel was sure she would need to start improving her defenses and to read as much as she could about the Long Night and the Others.

"There is a possibility of them just hiding away, perhaps somewhere beyond the Wall," Galadriel said.

"Should we attack them?" Pandora's actor asked.

"No. I do not want to face an unknown enemy. Especially with no more information. It could be a High Wraith monster, or a Night Lich, even an overlord."

"Mmhm, it would be quite troublesome indeed. Those classes have a high MP bar and a lot of powerful abilities."

"Yes, and while I am confident that I could easily wipe an Overlord, or High Wraith, one on one. If there are more of them. They would defiantly surround us with undead left and right. It will be very annoying."

Galadriel was an Arcane Magic Warrior. A class was made specifically to defeat Magic Casters and support-type classes. That was what she always does back at Yggdrasil. During a guilds war, she would teleport all over around and get back to their backline. Where she would eliminate their spell casters or support players, or at least if they were many. She would disrupt their casting and then she would leave.

She was a master at it, but of course, she also knew the weaknesses of her own class, and it was how difficult it was to go against pretty much everything else. Galadriel could one-shot a Magic caster, even if he, she, or they were a level 100 player. She knew some tricks. But pretty much everything else that could put more damage could easily kill her than her or have high defense stats could stop her easily enough. So, tank players and assassins were her nemeses. Other classes were a nightmare to face too, like Monks, Fencers, and Ki Masters that were just unfair to go against. At least for her.

Still, she hoped nothing of sorts would be there. And while she was World Champion and was an incredibly gifted and competitive PVP player. Galadriel would like to avoid any fight for now.

"I want to avoid a fight for now. It would be too risky to face anyone with little information. Especially if there is a player around."

"That is, if we are in fact dealing with someone like that," Pandora's actor said.

"Yes. It could be something completely different. That's why I do not want to risk it. Yet, I will have to seek more information about whatever is out there. And not just beyond the wall, but around the world. There are a lot of mysteries around us… there could be things out there that could harm us."

Galadriel said while thinking hard about what to do. Yet, it was Pandora's actor who tried to calm her down.

"One thing at the time, my lady."

"I know, I know, just my mind getting worried, that's all," Galadriel sighed.

Galadriel then saw a name in the old book, a strange name, but one she has heard a few times before.

"Children of the Forest? Like… elves?"

"Perhaps that's what they called them here? I'll admit, it sounds a bit better, but could it be them?" Pandora's actor asked.

"I don't know… but well, I heard there were also giants beyond the wall, from one of the Night Watch rangers that came to Winterfell not too long ago. But, elves?"

"It could be something else."

"Yeah… regardless, we'll have to take a good look at this. As well, what could we use to face a potential Elder Linch or High Wraith?"

Pandora's actor hummed. "They'll spam undead or creatures like that… and would try to be as far as possible from us. Their auras and AOE damage could be a nuisance as well. But it also depends what level they are."

"That's true. I don't know the level of magic here, or how strong things are. That's why I don't want to let my guard down."

Pandora's actor nodded.

"I think we would have to use a few summons or items of our own. Just to be safe. A few priestesses, perhaps," Galadriel said.

"I recommend Holy Knights or Paladins."

"You're right. But I don't think I have something like that… We'll need to check my inventory. Because I have no abilities that could summon things like that."

"I will help you, my lady," Pandora's actor said.

"Thank you."

"Ah, also, my lady. Don't you think we should try to see if any of your siblings could be experiencing something like yourself?"

"Uh, I don't understand."

"When I was teaching your little brother some manners. I felt as if he had some kind of animalistic instinct inside of him. The Stark is an old family. One of the oldest in Westeros. Perhaps the fact you're having dreams could be because you are a Stark?"

Galadriel stared at Pandora's actor puzzled, but she couldn't deny how right could he be. She does remember something like that. Her father would call it. The Wolf blood, and maybe it was more than just words to camouflage Brando's bad temper.

"I… I never thought about that… it could very well be something linked to the Stark's blood. Lyanna is like Brandon, and even sweet Eddard can sometimes have that look on his face when angry. But, if that is the case, then… could have I earned a new ability? I am level 100. It should be impossible, right? Or could I level up more?" Galadriel asked as a hundred things crossed her mind.

"Well, there is only one way to find it out, my lady. We have to dig in about your family history and secrets. As well, to test whatever power you acquired."

"Yes… let's do that."

Galadriel whispered as she wondered what kind of secrets would she discover now? And truthfully, she was a bit excited.