Sister's Keeper
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones TV series and the Clash of Kings for Alysanne's visions. I only selected a few, not all of them.
Chapter 16: The House of the Undying
Ser Jorah's POV
The Exiled Knight took the Dragon Sisters, Kovarro and Aggo to the House of the Undying. Outside the city, where a lone building stood out from everything else. It was a large tower without any visible openings and surrounded by trees. Jorah realizes the trees were the kind used to create Shade of the Evening. He recalls drinking that type of wine once, regretted thinking the taste was similar to ink. He had a bad feeling about this place, the past year filled with unwelcome magic. Now they were in a magical location where the warlocks want Daenerys.
The reason why is unsure, assuming it had to do with the Khaleesi revive the dragons from stone.
"A house of ghosts. It is known," Kovarro said.
"It is known," Aggo agreed.
They soon reached up to the tower as they noticed something was off. There were no guards. No one was here, Not even the sound of the birds. Only silence. The exception being the wind blowing through the trees. Both Dothraki warriors drew their arakh, taught if there is silence there means trouble.
"Where are the guards?" Kovarro asked.
"No guards. The warlocks kill with sorcery, not steel," Jorah answered.
"Let them try," Daenerys challenged.
"Don't jinx us," Alysanne sighed.
They walked up the steps into the first layer. When a change in lighting happened, outside was morning, yet pass the walls was midday. Let alone, they found no door at the entrance.
"Is this a riddle?" Daenerys asked.
"It's probably on the other side," Alysanne said. "Split up."
Daenerys nodded going left with Aggo while Alysanne went right as Ser Jorah followed. Kovarro stood at the entrance keeping guard. Jorah tried to keep up with Alysanne, as the dragoness was walking fast. He tried to catch up, making sure his Queen was in sight. But quickly she walked, the father she went. The glint of her golden filigree armor and partial seeing her Silver-gold head.
However, when he reached the other side of the tower stood a confused Aggo. Neither Daenerys or Alysanne were there.
"Where is Khaleesi?" Aggo asked.
Jorah scowled, telling Aggo to look, as both men run around until coming across Kovarro. The recent Ko, turned to look at them.
"Did you see Khaleesi?" Aggo asked his comrade.
Kovarro shook his head.
"What about Alysanne?" Jorah asked.
"None showed," Kovarro answered.
All three men eyes widen since in their search they found no door. They looked up at the tower.
"Alysanne!" Jorah yelled. "Khaleesi!"
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Alysanne's POV
I don't know what just happened. One minute I was walking outside the House of the Undying until spotting Daenerys. The moment I reached her, it was like something grabbed us by the arm and yanked us inside before we could even respond. Now we were in some dark chamber with a single torch. We could faintly here Ser Jorah, Kovarro, and Aggo calling for us.
Daenerys grabbed the torch, "Are you trying to frighten us with magic tricks? You want me? Here I am. Are you afraid of a little girl?"
"Danny, don't taunt them," I warned.
Suddenly we heard screeching. Dragon screeching, we started to investigate as we climbed the steps of the dark corridors. When we reached, the next level stood Pyat Pree.
"Where are our dragons?" Daenerys demanded.
"They are here, but you must find them and yourselves," Pyat Pree replied. "But first…"
Suddenly we were pinned to the wall by other warlocks. We struggle against their hold, as I tried to use defensive moves that I learned. However, there were too many of them. One warlock grabbed me by the throat, forcing my head up and poured a chalice of blue substance down my throat. It tasted disgusting comparing it to rotten meat. Before I could spit it out, the warlock covered his hand over my mouth and pinched my nose. Suffocating me until I swallow. Unable to hold my breath for very long, I swallowed.
The warlocks pulled back, as I gasped for air. I drew my sword attacking them, but they vanished. I turned to face Daenerys; however, she too was gone.
"Danny!" I called out. "Daenerys!"
No response. Fearing what those warlocks have done to my sister, I blindly search through the passageways in search for her. All around it was dark and cold. My head going obscure from the substance the warlocks gave me. Body becoming slightly numb and breathing a bit of labor. That was when I started to hear voices. They were indistinctive, crisp voices in a different language. A language that was no common tongue, Dothraki, or Valyrian. Feeling the walls, I tried to follow the voices until coming to a door. A sound of groans and moans were heard. Assuming it was my sister being sexually assaulted, I barged in.
Instead, I faced a beautiful woman sprawled naked on the floor while four men crawled over her. They had rattish pointed faces and tiny pink hands. Each wearing some sort of accessory of other animals, as one had antlers, another a wolf's tale, the third strange tentacles, while the last had a tail of a lion. The one with the lion's tail was thrusting his member between the woman's thighs. The one with the antlers savaged her breast, taunting at the nipples with his red mouth, gnawing and chewing. While the wolf and tentacle man teased her body. The woman moaned, cried and groan. Unable to handle this, I rushed over to stop these men except they vanished. All who was left was the woman. She stared at me with empty eyes until breaking apart in nine pieces then turned to ash.
I stumbled back, not sure about what I just saw. As the room's light drew dim until there is nothing but darkness. Shaking my head, I felt my way out to the passageway. I stumbled, tripping over something. When I sat up, I saw some sort of creature. It appeared human, with bruising flesh, long nails, and the white of its eyes blue as well. A near decaying corpse. It reached out whispering my name.
"Alysanne," it whispered.
I stood up and ran horrified in what I just saw. I found another door and entered, slamming the door shut. Leaning back, I turned around and saw red. All around was a bloodbath, a feast of corpses. All savagely slaughtered, the disasters lay slew across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, sprawl in pools of blood. Some men shot with arrows, others being stabbed by men in grey clothes and ugly faces. Up ahead down the aisle on the Lord's table where a man withers and old, grinning at the slaughter. On the ground, laid a pregnant woman, her hand resting on her swollen belly where blood seeped. A man kneels before her, his head was that of a wolf. He took hold of the woman's hand. A woman with auburn hair grabbed another woman placing a knife to her throat.
"Let it end!" the woman yelled. "Please. He is my son. My first son. Let him go, and I swear that we will forget this. I swear it by the old gods and new. We will take no vengeance."
"You already swore me one oath right here in my castle. You swore by all the gods your son would marry my daughter!" the elderly man yelled.
"Take me for a hostage, but let Robb go." The woman pleaded, then to the wolf. "Robb. Get up and walk out. Please! Please!"
The wolf did not response holding the dead pregnant woman.
"And why would I let him do that?" the old man asked.
The woman adjusted holding the young maiden hostage knife pressed deeper, "On my honor as a Tully, on my honor as a Stark, let him go, or I will cut your wife's throat."
"I'll find another," the elderly man said taking a sip of his wine.
The wolf stood up, "Mother."
A flayed man came over taking a golden knife and stabbed the wolf in the chest. Leaning into the man's ear, "The Lannisters send their regards."
The flayed man left, leaving the wolf to fall on his knees then to the side dead. The woman with auburn hair wailed, slicing the young wife's throat. Blood splattered everywhere, as the corpse fell. The auburn woman stood catatonic until one man in grey came over and slit her throat as well. The elderly man laughed, cutting his fork into a pie of eyes and fingers, slowly turning into a rat while the men in grey toasted in wine until convulsing and vomited to death.
Disturbed by what I saw, I left the room. I don't think I can unsee in what I had just witnessed. A massacre of anthropomorphic and disembody apparition. Blindly in the dark, I continue my search. Still hearing the creatures whispering my name. I found another door, looking over my shoulder where the creature appeared. Terrified, I entered out of impulse only to appear in the Red Keep. It was one of the royal apartments. A woman laid in bed nursing her baby with white hair. At first, she was no one until my eyes adjusted in seeing her traits. She was a frail woman, with an olive complexion, long black hair, and deep brown eyes. She was familiar until it registers to me when seeing jewelry of gold and rubies…my sister-in-law, Elia Martell.
"Elia," I called out.
Her head shot up as if she heard me then glanced to the door where a tall, handsome man entered. He held some resemblance to Viserys, but taller and more muscles. His hair silver-blond, and eyes his eyes a deep purple…indigo eyes. His name slipped from my lips, "Rhaegar."
"Aegon," Rhaegar murmured, gently stroking his son's back. "What better name for a king?"
"Will you make a song for him?" Elia asked.
"He has a song," Rhaegar replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and he is the song of ice and fire."
I stood there watching Rhaegar and Elia talk, awing at their son, Aegon. My eyes watered, recalling a small memory of them together. Remembering seeing Aegon in his crib asleep with Rhaenys.
"There must be one more," he said, as he turned his head facing me. As if he knew I was there. "The dragon has three heads."
Elia was about to say something, her expression showing slight distress. However, he got up and went to the window seat, picked up a silver harp, and ran his fingers lightly over the strings. Sweet sadness engrossed the room as Rhaegar, Elia, and Aegon faded away, only the music remained. I placed a hand over my mouth, closing my eyes trying not to shed tears. Knowing the people in this room suffer a cruel death. Rhaegar being crushed to death by Robert Baratheon's war hammer at the Tridents. Aegon…beaten to death before his first birthday. And Elia…Elia witness the death of her children, beaten, raped, and cut in half by the Mountain. A knight who serves Tywin Lannister. The worse being that Rhaegar was the one who anointed Ser Gregor Clegane.
Unable to handle this room, I crack the door open a bit then stopped as a gust of cold air bursting through. I shuddered, opening the door to discover I was no longer in the House of the Undying, but a frozen wasteland of rock and snow. Just as I turned to go back inside, the door vanished. Is this…the North?
"Hello!" I called out. "Is there anybody here?"
Trenching through the snow, I wrapped my arms around myself regretting the attire I selected. It wasn't like I intended for winter. Qarth was hot, and this is a complete opposite. In the search for shelter, I noticed the ground uneven. Many bumps and hills covered in snow while roots that resembled limbs stuck out. A blizzard transpired making it difficult to see. All I saw was white. All around there was nothing but white. It wasn't until I came to a stone center of the field written in some sort of rune. A spiral? I examined it further when the sound of footsteps crunching on the snow caught my attention.
I looked up and saw a man…one who wasn't human. A tall man wearing black armor laced in icicles. His skin chiseled and carved near to his bone of white, blues and greys. His head was bald, as a crown of horns protrudes from his scalp in shape of a crown. What stood out the most was his eyes…vibrant blue eyes as if ice had a shade. The man stood there staring at me, analyzing me. I was petrified, as if staring at a corpse once more, except he wasn't human. A creature nannies would tell to scare misbehaving children.
The creature looked over its shoulder, before staring at me and spread out his arms. Nothing happened until the piles of snow and hills shifted. Bursting from the earth were many bodies in different stages of decay wearing clothes of fur. Some having rotten limbs while others were practically skeletons. An army of dead people, as all portray one common feature…icy blue eyes. I gasped in horror, then glance at the creature as it reached out.
I crawled backward trying to make a distance between us. Just as its long talon nails came into contact, a slash of a silver sword stopped him. I stared up, as a man dressed in black, from his cloak down to his boots stood between the creature and me. In his hand was a sword, where the pommel took shape of a white wolf with red eyes. Next to him was a giant white wolf with red eyes just like the sword. It growls at the creature.
"Run," the man said in a heavy Northern accent.
Just as I was about to stand the dead charged tackling us down. Instantly I felt like I was falling, falling down a deep dark abyss until colliding onto a stone. A cry of pain escaped, as my head and back throbbed in agony. Turning to my side, I groan, back in the darkness.
.o0o.
Daenerys's POV
Daenerys tried to find Alysanne and the dragons. When the Warlocks vanished with the same face, so did Alysanne. She walked through the corridors and passageways calling for her sister. The dragons screeching caught her attention leading to a door. Inside was a stone circular tabled filled the room. All around were many doors. She walked around listening closely until choosing the one of the loudest. Cautiously, Daenerys opened the door and entered.
Inside, she found herself in a Great Hall covered in snow. The ceiling crumbled, exposure raptors, as it snowed. What surprised her the most, was seeing the Iron Throne in front of a Seven-Pointed Star. She stepped down from the gallery, onto the floor in awe and confusion. This was her home. This was the Red Keep. However, she was confused in its condition. Why is the Throne Room destroyed…was there a battle? Did Robert Baratheon destroy the Red Keep and build a new one? So many thoughts were running through her head.
The Iron Throne came into view. In a trance, she walked over to the chair forged by Balerion the Dread. Made out of the swords her ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror defeated in battle. The temptation to sit on it, as she was the second in line to the Iron Throne. She reached out to touch it but stopped herself. Knowing it was not hers, it would never be hers.
A soft cooed caught her attention. Walking away from the Iron Throne to the other side of the room where an iron door lifted to the ceiling into a land of snow. She walked further and turned around seeing a seven-hundred-foot wall. Based on her education, she was at the Wall in the North. Not a moment later she noticed a light across the blizzard. Curious, she walked over to see what that light was. There she saw a Dothraki tent. Daenerys found this strange since no Dothraki ever crossed the Narrow Sea or experience winter. Opening the flap, she went inside to see Khal Drogo holding a baby who is about three months old. Around the time she lost Rhaego. The baby having fair skin, brown hair and violet eyes. No signs of deformity from the curse.
"Moon of my life," Drogo greeted.
"This is dark magic, like the magic that took you from me," Daenerys mumbled. "Took you from me before I could even…Maybe I am dead, and I just don't know it yet. Maybe I am with you in the Night Lands.
The Warlock did pour a blue substance down her throat. Pyat Pree could've poisoned her. Explains why Alysanne was missing. Why the corridors were empty, the chambers, everywhere not a living soul except for Drogo and Rhaego sitting before her.
"Or maybe I refused to enter the Night Lands without you Maybe I told the Great Stallion to go fuck himself and came back here to wait for you…" Drogo suggested.
Daenerys couldn't help but smile as her eyes watered, "That sounds like something you would do."
She glanced at Rhaego. Drogo took her hand and gestured her to sit down next to him. She complied, leaning over taking her son's hand.
"Or maybe it is a dream. Your dream, my dream…I do not know. These are questions for wise men with skinny arms." Drogo murmured, gazing into her eyes with love. "You are the moon of my life. That is all I know…and all I need to know." Drogo cradle her chin pressing forehead against hers. "And if this is a dream…I will kill the man who tries to wake me."
Daenerys smiled, cherishing this moment. His words of a dream, one she sometimes has of having her family in Westeros. But when he mentioned about killing anyone who wakes him, the guilt consumed her. Since she is the one who killed him. She stared at Rhaego, seeing him perfect. Minding his own business yet in awe at his parents. Here was her chance to be happy to be with her boys. Daenerys sighed, making a promise to be with her sister. After what Alysanne has done for her, she has to pay her back. The Mother of Dragons pecked Drogo on the lips, then closed her eyes.
"Until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east until the rivers run dry and the mountains blow in the winds like leaves." She cried and turned to Rhaego leaning down to peck his forehead.
Drogo looked down sad falling into the witch's trance. That is when Daenerys knew this was a trick. So, standing up, she walked away not looking back. Stepping out of the tent, back to the Throne Room, and back into the chamber. On the stone table were the dragons. She rushed over finding all three shackles around their necks.
"They miss their mother," Pyat Pree announced.
Daenerys swung around seeing the warlock.
"They want to be with you," he murmured.
"Do you want to be with them?" another warlock announced, behind her.
"You will be," Pyat Pree said.
"When your dragons were born, our magic was born again," the second warlock added, as both walked around her.
"It is strongest in their presence," Pyat Pree said.
"And they are strongest in yours," the second warlock.
A third appeared, "You will be with them, through winter, summer, winter again. Across a thousand, thousands season you will be with them."
A click caught her attention as she lifted her hands finding shackles. Pyat and the second Warlock pulled the restraints securing her in place.
"And we will be with you until time comes to an end," Pyat said. "Welcome home, Daenerys Stormborn."
"This is not my home," Daenerys said. "My home is across the sea with my sister."
"She will be waiting for a long time." Pyat Pree murmured. "But first, let me introduce you to the Undying ones."
"Undying ones?" Daenerys murmured.
Figures appeared around them, no more than blue shadow corpses with a flaming blue heart. Their flesh was ripe-violet-blue, their lips and nails blue, so dark they were almost black. Their whispers became a swirling song until hands caressing her body. Daenerys gasped, feeling all her energy was vanishing.
She took a deep breath with much of her energy and screamed, "Alysanne!"
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Alysanne's POV
"Alysanne!"
I shot up hearing a scream. No longer was I in the darkness. I found myself in a passageway where a torch was giving light. Pain throbbed in the back of my head and the vile taste in my mouth. Comprehending that the scream was Daenerys, I stood up ignoring the protest in my body and took the torch in search for my sister.
The once silent tower was filled with singing. It wasn't long when I entered a chamber to see Daenerys chained with the dragons. It only made it worse to see these bruised corpses molesting my sister and Pyat Pree standing there as if it was a brothel.
"Get your filthy hands off my sister!" I yelled, tossing the torch on the creatures who crawled on the ground and drew my sword. I saw red, as I attack, using the recently acquired skills to slice the creatures. The moment my sword made contact to their skin it burned their skin slicing right through with ease. I spun decapitating another one and stabbed the next in the back. Everything happened so fast that the undying either vanished or laid dead on the ground turning into dust. Twisting on my ankle, I aimed the sword at Pyat Pree since he is the last one left.
"Did you find what you were searching, Dragoness of the West?" the warlock asked.
"I have, and other things I wish to forget," I answered with a sneer. "The game is over, release my sister and the dragons at once. Or else."
"The dragons and your sister have brought magic to the world, she shall stay for all eternity," he said.
I scowled at him, "The dragon must have three heads."
"And there are only two. Go Alysanne, you have learned what is to come. The Mother of Dragons will remain safe here, forever."
"You know nothing about us Targaryens?" I asked.
"That magic of old Valyria runs in your veins," he answered.
I shook my head, "We take what we want with Fire and Blood."
I swung my sword and broke the shackles that restrained the dragons. All three jumped on me, facing the warlock snarling at him. Pyat Pree tilted his head confused, as I stood calm saying the ancient words of the dragon riders.
"Dracarys," I sang.
Not a second later, all three dragons breathed fire onto the warlock. Viserion's flame got him in the arm, Drogon in the chest, and Rhaegal in the leg. Pyat Pree tried to extinguish it but failed miserably. Wasn't long as the warlock screamed, all three dragons blew fire similarity, as the flames consumed him instantly. Once more, as I stated before dragon fire is the second deadliest fire in the world compare to lava. It wasn't long, as the warlock fell to the ground as a chard corpse.
"Never mess with the Dragon Sisters," I murmured.
The chains disappeared as Daenerys collapsed to her knees. I rushed over to see her condition finding nice bruises forming where the Undying ones touched her, she panted and hugged me as I hugged her back.
"Let this be our last encounter with magic," I told her.
"Agreed," She replied, standing up, we made our way out of the tower. It was like the moment Pyat Pree was killed, the opening to main entrance of the chamber did we come outside. There we found Kovarro, Aggo, and Jorah trying to figure out a way to enter the House of the Undying. It was night evening. As the stars filled the sky.
"Khaleesi!" Aggo called out, spotting us.
All three men rushed over to us. I sighed leaning against the wall feeling the pain from the fall and emotionally exhausted. What happened in there is something I do not want to witness again. As much as I loved the chance to see Rhaegar and Elia again in that…memory…the rest, those visions were completely opposite. The woman being fucked by four men, the bloody massacre with the rat, flayed man, and wolf, and the frozen creature who resurrected the dead.
Another thing was the man in black. No doubt he was a member of the Night's Watch if these visions are real, along with his sword and direwolf. Visenya mentioned of a white wolf who speaks the truth. If only I had the opportunity to see his face.
"Alysanne?" Jorah spoke breaking my train of thought.
"Huh?" I replied.
"Are you hurt?" he asked.
"I might have a slight concussion," I answered.
"What happened in there?" Jorah asked.
"The past and a possible future," I answered. "And several dead warlocks."
"Alysanne killed them, the Undying Ones and Pyat Pree," Daenerys added.
Ser Jorah raised a brow till glancing at the purple blood on the blade.
"The dragons killed Pyat Pree, I gave the command," I corrected. "There is one more person I want to see before we leave."
"And who is that?" Ser Jorah asked.
"The King of Qarth," I answered.
.o0o.
We returned to Xaro Xhoan Daxos palace. The guards saw the dragons and did not challenge us. A simple get in, as we went to free the Khalasar. The Dothraki Warriors taking the guards and forcing them in a chamber, locking them inside. The servants were smart enough to remain in the servants' quarters where three men kept watch.
Now it was time to officially give Xaro my decision on that marriage proposal. Entering his apartment, into his bedchambers we found him in bed naked with Doreah. Seems there were more liars in Qarth than it seems. Quietly in Dothraki, I told Kovarro to collect the medallion. The young rider obliged, taking his arakh and flicked the medallion off his chest.
This snapped Xaro awake, "What the…"
Doreah sat up covering herself with the golden sheets. Her eyes widen in shock, staring at Daenerys who was holding Drogon and Rhaegal in her arms. Xaro stared at me, seeing Viserion on my shoulder growling at him. Traitors, people who promised to never hurt us and yet they took the most valuable treasure from us, lock them in a tower and put Daenerys and me through a living nightmare.
"Khaleesi, please," Doreah begged her mistress. "He said you'd never leave Qarth alive."
"Silence," I said in a monotone voice. "Come."
As Daenerys and I turned leading the way to the vault. Once there, the two lovers were in their night attire while tied up. Taking the medallion, I put it in the keyhole, and turn the dial. A loud click could be heard as the mechanics of a vault unlatched. Stepping back, Kovarro and Jorah opened the steal revealing Xaro's fortune. I held a torch in hand and went inside to discover the vault was empty. Another act of deception. Marriage means nothing. Gold means nothing. One cannot win wars with gold, especially what is to come to Westeros.
I see it now. I have to make my armies the honorable way, not bribery. I turned around facing Xaro with a smile, "Thank you, Xaro Xhoan Daxos. Thank you for teaching me this lesson."
I stepped out, as Daenerys said in Dothraki to put them inside.
Malakko and Aggo grabbed hold of Xaro and Doreah forcing them inside the vault.
"I am king of Qarth. I can help you now, truly help you," Xaro offered. "We can take the Iron Throne."
"There is no King," I murmured. "Only the Thirteen. And when I inform the Pureborns of your crimes against the city, they shall reinstate the new Thirteen. Once more Qarth will be the greatest city that ever was or ever will be."
"I'll bring you a thousand ships," Xaro offered. "All that you have dreamed is within your reach!"
"I cannot not marry a man who gets my name wrong," I said. Xaro was confused. "I'm Queen Alysanne of House Targaryen. Second of the name, not the first."
"Please, Khaleesi, I beg you," Doreah pleaded to Daenerys. "I beg you, please!"
My sister stood there with a neutral face, watching last living handmaiden be put in the vault. Xaro and Doreah continued to beg, as Jorah took hold of the door and shut it. He turned the key and handed it to me.
"What now?" Daenerys asked.
"Remember what Kovarro suggest at the party," I answered.
Daenerys grinned as she told her Khalasar to start sacking the palace. Kovarro became excited giving a Dothraki scream as he and the others ran to start collecting valuables to sell and trade. Daenerys and I chuckled, seeing their excitement and started walking through the halls. Xaro could have a bank, but he learned that investing things holds its value. The gold, silk, and gems in the palace, and the property that surrounds it. Yes, he started from nothing and became rich that I give him credit. But when you kill one of our own and take our dragons, we will retaliate in fire and black. We were generous enough to let him die a slow death…if I decide not to report to the Pureborns of Qarth.
"It's all a lie," Ser Jorah said.
"Looks real enough to me," I replied, grabbing a solid gold display bowl dumping the fruit onto the ground, and handed it to him. "Real enough to buy a ship?
Jorah smiled, accepting the bowl. "Aye, a small ship."
"We start small and make our way up." I murmured.
"Where do you wish to go, Alysanne?" Jorah asked.
"To the Land of the Harpies," I answered.
Ser Jorah nodded, as he turned to the Dothraki shouting, "Take all the gold and jewels."
Everyone cheered. I smiled, walking away with Viserion on my shoulder leaving the room. When I arrived at my apartment, I closed the door and slumped into the ground taking a deep breath. My heart was racing, body becoming cold, and sweat soaking my hands. The House of the Undying should be the House of Nightmares. All those visions…those creatures…the fate of Westeros if I don't do something about it.
The walk from the House of the Undying let me comprehend some of the visions. The woman being fucked by the four men was the war between the Baratheons, Starks, and Lannisters with another House joining the war for the title as king. There will be a bloodbath, one Westeros will never forget. But the last vision…the one with the man of ice resurrecting the dead, he is the one I'm concern about. He is the one Visenya warned. The enemy in the Great War.
Now I need to learn how to rule before I can return home to help Westeros.
In the Land of the Harpies.
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