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Chapter 9
Albedo inspected the fortress her lady had built in the last years. While the outwalls were constructed in a way it inspired fear in the heart of the enemies, the fort itself was anything but horrendous. The structure was made from the same black stone as the rest of the fortress. But it had been carved into an elegant shape with many windows and balconies. Albedo's mistress liked to watch everything around her, so she could see any danger coming for them before they arrived. It also allowed Galadriel to observe the large and mysterious forest that was Wolfswood. And it was quite the sight when Galadriel stood in the highest room in her castle.
The building was not large enough to house more than four dozen people. Still, several other buildings nearby housed all of Galadriel's servants and monsters. There was even one small tower that looked out over the entire valley where Albedo often spent time when her mistress wasn't present. It was her room, her office in some sense. There, Albedo used her skills and ensured everything was running smoothly. A godsend for Galadriel since it put some weight out on her shoulders. Albedo's role as the second in command wasn't questioned by the other monsters and summons. Still, while Albedo was joyful about serving her lady, it didn't deter her from what she had seen.
"Those humans, why are those humans so important?"
Albedo couldn't comprehend the relationship between that family and her master. They were all too eager to please her, to be near her. Albedo understood that, after all, who could say no to her master? Galadriel's allure itself was enough to break anyone's will. Yet, Albedo felt that it was different with them. Pandora's Actor spoke to her about something Albedo couldn't quite grasp.
Albedo, I hope you understand why the Stark family needs to be protected at all costs. They meant more than you'll know to our lady.
Why? Why are those humans so precious to her?
They are what she never had. But, if you desire to know more, speak with our lady. Allow her to be the one to tell you why she cares for them.
The succubus overseer's understanding of their importance was confused by how they acted toward Galadriel. Albedo has kept an eye on them. They behave rowdily with Galadriel, making her annoyed, or taking her on those long walks and making fun of how much her lady eats. The first day was hard, and Albedo found herself trying not to snap back at them and kill them for their insolence. However, Albedo would notice after a few days of just monitoring them that her lady would behave so carefree with them.
Albedo's mistress would hold such a genuine smile on her face, filled with love and authenticity, that brought conflicted feelings to Albedo.
Why...? Why is she smiling at them like that?
Albedo didn't know what to think or do. Perhaps Albedo was wrong about them after all. Maybe, Albedo knew nothing else about these humans except that they loved Galadriel. If they really did have this wonderful connection to the Supreme Being, then perhaps there was a reason for her happiness.
But if they were part of the family...
If they were part of the family, then surely they must be worthy of being saved. Albedo wanted to help her mistress keep them. What better way to serve her love than to ensure that these humans would live on despite whatever happened to them? Albedo was willing to sacrifice anything to protect them, even if it cost Albedo's life. And the reason for that was that. Suppose her lady's happiness depended on them. Then it's her happiness too. Albedo's love and loyalty to her lady were intense and deep; she would accept those humans as part of Nazarick and protect them from danger only because of what they mean to her beloved lady and no more.
"The things I do for love," Albedo whispered while she watched her mistress enjoy herself among the humans. Her mind began to drift into thought. She wondered if Galadriel would ever find someone to make her happier than that family. Would it be another human of this world? No, Albedo realized, none of these were possible. That's because the only ones who can make my mistress happy are those same humans and me.
"Only I can give her the love she deserves... only me."
Galadriel's favorite place in her home was the library. It was an enormous room lined with bookshelves upon bookshelves; according to the author, year, category, and books of every shape and size were all arranged neatly and organized. There was a large desk against the far wall with two chairs, one always occupied by Galadriel. A single window faced the courtyard beyond the castle gate. As night fell, a faint moonlight filtered through the window and lit up the room.
It was where Galadriel went when she needed solitude and silence. When she read, it gave her some time away from her busy schedule and responsibilities. When she wrote, it made her feel alive again. A hobby she acquired in this world. It helped her put her thoughts in place, her plans, and more. A therapeutic exercise that has made her feel more relaxed these long years.
Her eyes carefully scanned each book before picking the right volume for her reading. Albeit, there wasn't much time to sit down and read. Galadriel had a lot on her plate, but she spent several hours in the library every night.
There was something to learn, understand and discover. The world was vast and unknown, and there were no limits to what was out there. Every page of every book opened new doors to endless possibilities and potential. Those pages became windows to different worlds and realities, each more fascinating and exciting than the last. Galadriel learned many things, and her curiosity grew with each passing day. In fact, Galadriel felt that learning and growing were essential to survive in a cruel and unforgiving universe.
"The Drowned God's magic was quite chaotic. It was vastly different from Yggdrasil."
Galadriel's finger traced her chin as she deeply thought about the battle that unfolded before Albedo's arrival.
"I don't know how much we can take away from this fight, but I'm certain we can glean something useful from the Old God's power. But..." Galadriel trailed off for a moment as she glanced around the room. "Perhaps not everything can be understood in terms of levels or magic. Perhaps there are other ways of knowing things that cannot be found in the books or what I know from Yggdrasil. I'm sure there's a bit of knowledge that isn't written anywhere. Some pieces of wisdom passed down by those followers of the Old Gods across the world."
With a sigh, Galadriel placed the book back onto the shelf. "But does it matter? He wasn't that strong."
"He wasn't strong enough," Pandora's Actor corrected his creator as he surprised his lady with his sudden arrival. "He did go berserker on you when you cut out his limb. You didn't hear his voice roar across the battlefield like an angry pig? Didn't you smell his foul breath? Disgusting, I tell you."
"That's true," Galadriel admitted with a sigh. "Don't scare me like that. Sometimes, my mind isn't focusing on my skills." Galadriel muttered, annoyed.
"I apologize," Pandora's Actor chuckled.
"But you were telling the truth. The Drowned God wasn't as strong as I thought. Maybe... if I were to base his power using Yggdrasil's settings. He would have been around level 40-50."
"And that's because of the supposed stealing of the world's magic at the hand of other gods. I wonder how strong he could have been if that wasn't the case."
"Mmhm, that's a good question. But still, we should always be careful."
She looked toward the door leading outside the library. Then, she chuckled a tiny bit.
"So, it seems that the assassins finally arrived," Galadriel stated with a smile. "It took them long enough."
Pandora's Actor nodded. "The Prince must have already told everyone about you down there. No doubt he's trying to get your hand, and that's something people in the South don't want. They consider the North to be nothing but a wasteland filled with unwashed savages."
"Bunch of jealous cunts," Galadriel said, puffing like a child. Pandora's Actor just shook his head amusingly. It seems that my lady has learned something from his brother.
"So, we allowed these agents of them to get so far. What should we do now?" He asked.
Galadriel pondered deeply. The South entered a frenzy when the Prince sang love songs for her in King's Landing. Galadriel has also heard reports of Rhaegar telling his father how the White Wolf of Winterfell would secure the crown power for decades. Aerys, who would otherwise shrug his son's opinions, has interested her. The Fevre River channel has changed the game; of course, the King took all the credit. He would say how it was all his plans, how he has implemented his name in history, and more nonsense.
Nevertheless, Aerys' newfound fascination with the Stark heiress has brought concern to everyone in the South, making Galadriel's plans easier than before. She now has an open road to do whatever she desires. Either marriage to control Westeros or a possible war between North and South. It wasn't set in stone yet. But it surely adds so much more opportunities to her.
"Let's use this chance to create tension between the North and South. What do you say?" Galadriel smiled at Pandora's Actor. "It may prove useful to us in the future."
"Mm, it could help us plant a seed of discomfort and hate. Do you think Rhaegar would do something if he discovers that some of the houses in the South tried to murder you?"
Galadriel hummed deeply. "I don't know. Who sent those assassins?"
"It seems that it was a conglomerate of Crownlands noble houses. Yet, the Great Houses are all paying attention to what happened. Especially Lord Hand. But it's highly suspicious; they have sent five for a job that only needed one. I'll look into this; someone is pouring some extra gold to make sure you're dead."
"Oh? It's the Hand of the King still angry that he couldn't convince the King into marrying his daughter to the Prince?"
"Pretty much. But Tywin Lannister was not the one sending those assassins. Still, he knows who did, and it is making sure to keep his distance away while trying to find a way to benefit from it."
Galadriel chuckled hearing that. Tywin Lannister still believed he could get ahead of everyone. But as time passed, he slowly lost the upper hand in things. It was only a matter of time before Tywin tried to do something but now. The Lion of the Rock was just watching carefully what was unfolding.
"Alright, let's make sure to create a big scene," Galadriel smiled. "Those fools in the South have given us a golden opportunity that we could later use in whatever way we wanted."
Galadriel, giggling, began to pull some items from her inventory. "Ah, Yggdrasil's halloween festival. Such an amazing event."
"Why do I feel you've been waiting for this moment for a while?"
"Me?! Never!"
"You sent Ainz to spend time with Lyanna... you've been waiting for this since our agents told you about this plot."
Pandora's Actor then leaned forward, almost touching his lady's head, who looked in the opposite direction nervously.
"You just want to be a drama queen!" Pandora's Actor pointed out. "You're still a Chuunibyou at heart!"
Galadriel nervously looked around. "We have no time to speak any longer! I have to go!" She cowardly left, leaving behind Pandora's Actor, who shook his head amusingly.
"Well, it's time to act!"
The evening of the North set in, and it wasn't like the South, where sunlight was still visible. No, in the North, there was no light, only darkness that soon engulfed every corner of Winterfell. A sign Winter was Coming. There, a group of a man slowly entered Winterfell castle. These were professional killers, not simple cutthroats that were found in any alley in King's Landing. However, in normal circumstances, they would have never even approached Winterfell since a lot has changed in the North in the past years ever since Galadriel Stark took control. The Northerner guards were incredibly good at their job, but they were currently manipulated by Galadriel. Otherwise, those assassins would have been stopped in their tracks.
The group sneaked inside the big walls and looked around. It was a big group of assassins, five, who were not just simple butchers. Their faces were covered, and their clothes were dark. Daggers with razor-edge steel would cut anyone's throat. They have seen many winters, and many corpses painted the path that led them there. However, why were five highly trained assassins sent to kill just one noble girl?
A question that even those assassins couldn't answer as well. But the gold was heavy and large, so they didn't bother to try to understand. They just went and looked for their prey.
"Uwah, I am so hungry!"
They soon noticed the most beautiful woman in the world. A white-haired goddess that no man living or dead, could ever dream of. Yet, they were there to kill her. A shame, truly.
"So, hungry right now! I sure hope nothing is out there to stop me... here! Now!"
The assassins took the opportunity and slowly used shadows to ambush the girl. Slowly they used shades of the night. The small pockets of darkness that the torches' fire couldn't touch ambush the girl. One of them quickly approached the girl from behind, capturing her and gagging her mouth, putting his blade on her throat. But soon, to his surprise, the girl managed to hold the edge with her hands.
"Tch, you couldn't just drop dead!"
The assassin hissed and tried to just overpower the girl, but he just couldn't do so. No matter how much he tried to move his hand, to slit her throat. He couldn't move at all. As if he was stuck between two rocks. The girl's skin should have been cut by the razor blade, but nothing was happening. The edge itself was bent by the girl's hand.
"Ah, should have expected that," the girl muttered quietly, moving her mouth without problem, even with the gag.
Galadriel gently pushed the assassin to the side and started to put her act together.
"Who are you?! Why are you doing here?!" She cried dramatically.
"Bloody hell, how did a little girl overpower you?" One of the assassins hissed at the ashamed man on the ground.
"Just kill her!"
Galadriel let a shameful cried, very loud cry.
"Kyaaaaa!"
Galadriel's yell was loud and powerful. It resonated across Winterfell, every wall and tower, and soon enough. The guard dogs started to bark. The bells alerted the people of Winterfell that something was happening, something bad. The assassins just growled and soon attacked the girl quickly. One of them had a small crossbow and shot at her. Galadriel acted as if the arrow actually hit her, which it did, but the arrow simply rebounded off her skin. Yet, Galadriel caught it quickly and kept it in place to make it look like she was indeed injured.
Galadriel cried loudly in pain. Very dramatically.
She fell, or rather threw herself on the ground, crying loudly. "Please! Mercy! Cough! Coughing!" She shrieked super dramatically. "What a cruel world! My family! My pet...! Cough! Cough!"
"End her now!"
One of them stood over her and brought his dagger to her chest, stabbing her repeatedly. Yet, that never happened, just like before. The blade simply bounced off her skin, and this time it broke.
"Uh?" The assassin stuttered, confused, looking at his shattered dagger.
"Galadriel!"
The Stark children yelled across Winterfell, and from the sound of it. They were close. Galadriel smiled brightly while using a very good item that would allow her to keep up the act.
"[Time Stop]"
Soon, everyone froze in place. Time ceases to move. Allowing Galadriel to look around.
"Uh, such a good actress," Galadriel smiled proudly. "Alright, let's hurry up!"
Galadriel pulled her Halloween items, which served as festival skins for one to use. Being the collector she was, Galadriel wasted so much money to get all Halloween skins available. Gasha's items were her butter and cream. So, with that in mind, Galadriel chooses a few that would make her look half-dead.
"Mmhm, I am so sorry," Galadriel muttered. "I'll have to scare all of you."
Galadriel felt horrible that she would have to hurt her siblings by looking almost dead, but she hoped they'll understand that it was for their own future.
Galadriel used one that looked like an arrow was in her chest and another as if she was stabbed to death with a big hunter's knife. She ripped her gown to look realistic and poured more blood into her body. If one were to stare at her, they wouldn't be able to say it was all fake. No, everything looked real. The blood had an iron smell with a heavy and thick sensation only blood has. Galadriel's gashes on her skin were pouring the warm blood out. Those lacerations were deep, and nothing would stop a person from believing those wounds were indeed made by a real knife. Galadriel was a bit shocked by how real everything looked and felt. Maybe too real. But she didn't have time to whine about it to the Devs.
"Mm, this looks too real," Galadriel mused deeply, smiling. "Alright, let's see how they react."
Galadriel looked at the assassins and smirked. "I don't pity any of you for what's coming."
Galadriel then lay on the ground again, trying to almost dead. Then, she took a deep breath and clutched the item in her hand, destroying it. Suddenly, the time came back, and the assassin on top of Galadriel stared back at her, utterly confused. He has no idea of what took place. One moment, the girl seemed fine; the next, she was practically butchered. However, he had no time to truly grasp what happened as soon, a direwolf jumped out of the shadows and crushed his neck with its large teeth.
Another assassin tried to run away, but two wolves were chasing him. He ran faster than lightning, but it didn't matter. A wolf got him down and tore him apart. Another one bit through his leg until it snapped. His scream echoed through the night sky, sending shivers down anyone who heard it. Then, the remaining three assassins tried to flee but soon were stopped by the heir of Winterfell, Brandon Stark. The Wild Wolf was panting, taking deep breaths since he practically ran like a madman when he heard the undoubtedly scream of Galadriel. But nothing prepared him for what he was watching.
There on the ground, the unmoving body of his sister lay in a pool of blood. Brandon's mind simply froze, not processing what it was watching. Only his animal instincts allowed him to react. Brandon saw the three remaining assassins and went, berserker. Brandon moved at an incredible speed, swinging his great sword like it weights nothing. The assassins weren't prepared to face someone with such a weapon, so they tried to run.
"DIE!" Brandon yelled, slashing one of them in half. He has never truly used that much strenght before, nor has he killed anyone. But he was so mad in rage and grief that he didn't care.
The two remaining assassins decided to make an exit again, but Blacktail. Brandon's direwolf, with Ned's wolf, Silverfrost, blockade their only existence. Those two already seemed to massacre the other assassin's body. And they were next.
Still, not even five seconds passed when the rest of the Stark siblings arrived, only to watch the body of her dear older sister on the ground. Sweet Benjen released a painful scream before attacking the responsible for his sister's state. Ned simply reacted differently from Benjen and Brandon. Cold rage was the best explanation one could give to Ned's emotions. He didn't scream or cry at the moment. Ned only attacked. Those two poor agents sent to kill the young lady never stood a chance.
Lyanna rushed to Galadriel's side and seemed to enter a state of pure shock when she saw the blood pouring from Galadriel's open wounds. There was so much blood everywhere. They appeared to have stabbed her at least fifty times before stopping. Then there was the ugly arrow stuck in her shoulder blade.
Galadriel's lifeless stare broke Lyanna.
She screamed and collapsed. Benjen and Brando, having finally arrived, helped Lyanna stand. They were both covered in blood. Brandon watched Lyanna collapse onto the ground, sobbing. He saw tears fall from her eyes as she hugged Galadriel's battered body.
Brandon couldn't bear seeing his little sisters cry. It hurt him deep inside. But more importantly, he couldn't see Galadriel's body like that.
"Please, please!" Lyanna sobbed. "Please, don't! Don't die!"
Brandon saw Benjen frozen in shock. He didn't know what to do. The youngest of the Stark was just standing there with the sword at hand.
"Ned!" Brandon yelled.
Ned was in a sort of catatonic state. He was just slashing, stabbing, ripping the lifeless body of one of the assassins.
"Ned!" Brandon called again. Ned slowly glanced at Brandon, with a complete state of distress visible on his face. "Tell father what has happened, now!"
Brandon ordered loudly as he slowly approached Galadriel's body. He touched Galadriel's neck and saw that his sister was still alive but barely.
"Benjen, tell Maester Luwin to preapre, Galadriel is still alive! Now!"
Benjen nodded quickly and sprinted away. Brandon slowly took his sister's body and carefully embraced her.
"It's okay. I got you now," Brandon whispered. "You're going to be fine... Do you hear me? You're going to be fine."
Lyanna, as if she were a child once again, followed Brandon while holding a piece of her sister's gown. Slowly strolling behind her, sobbing quietly, praying.
Galadriel's feelings were shattering. The guilt she felt while hearing her siblings cry was not something she wanted to hear ever again. But it would be a lie to promise she would never do this. Galadriel's only excuse for the such thing was that it was all for the good of her family. If Galadriel wanted to achieve her dreams, a nasty approach and decisiveness would be used. There was no way around it. Especially if the goal of a powerful North wanted to be achieved. She only hoped they would understand one day.
The cry of the Stark matriarch when she saw her oldest daughter's motionless butchered body traveled across the castle. Rickard held his wife tightly while trying to calm himself down. But it wasn't easy to do. Yet he had to remain strong for his wife and his children.
"Maester Luwin, please tell me... tell me my daughter will survive."
Lyarra pleaded with the maester, who sighed deeply. "I have done whatever I can... but I have never seen such wounds inflicted in a body in such manner. I can't promise she'll make it through the night."
The Stark lady's body would have hit the floor if it wasn't for Rickard. Lady Stark has simply passed out by the sheer shock that maybe, her daughter would die tonight.
"You're lying... you're lying!" Lyanna screamed.
Maester Luwin gave them an apologetic smile, understanding the grief they felt. But has done what he could, what he knew. But the odds were against them.
"I'm sorry, my lord."
Lyanna fell to her knees. Tears streamed down her face. "Noooo!" She screamed. "No!"
Rickard nodded reluctantly. "Brandon, take your mother to her room."
Brandon looked soulless, without purpose or will to keep on going. But just like his father. He had to remain strong. But that was easier said than done.
Brandon grabbed Benjen by the shoulder. "Here, Benjen. We're going to go help our mother."
He gently took his mother's body and slowly guided her away with Benjen next to him.
Ned simply leaned on the wall while slowly falling. It was as if the world was getting dark. Everything around him was losing color. "If I had been there. If I... hadn't chosen to leave her alone."
"This is not your fault," Rickard stated gently to his son. "This is no one fault."
Pandora's Actor was watching everything from the sidelines. It was truly a somber scene. But they have a job to do.
"Lord Stark," Pandoras' Actor acting as Lord Muller, slowly approached him. "If I may... I know someone who could save your daughter."
Those words quickly brought everyone's attention to him. Rickard's gaze upon Pandora's Actor was powerful and filled with dangerous judgment.
"My sister is one of the best healers in the world. She has learned her art from Norvos, Qohor, Saath, and Qarth. There is no wound she can't heal."
"Where is she?!" Lyanna stood up as fast as she fell down. She jumped at Lord Muller, glaring at him with hope.
"I was already planning on presenting her to you, my lord. She arrived at White Harbor not too long ago. With your permit, I shall ride there immediately."
"Go."
Rickard wasted no time speaking. He knew that they couldn't waste a single minute. Lord Muller bowed and left immediately. I must also put those letters in the dead bodies of those assassins, so they would blame the South. As well as put more scapegoats. This is going to be such a long day.
Pandora's Actor thought as he left Winterfell.
Galadriel's state was still a concern to everyone in the Stark family. While she survived the night, it was more than clear that her health wasn't improving. The heiress hadn't waked up, and Maester Luwin didn't look positive. The oldest Stark daughter would be able to keep breathing for more time. However, the arrival of Lord's Muller supposed sister seemed to have brought an opportunity for her to live.
Everyone saw them arriving at the gates, but few expected the beauty of climbing down of the steed. Long black hair, deep shiny, and strangely familiar yellow eyes. A body everyone wanted to bed and feel in the most intimidating settings a human being could feel. No doubt, Albedo Muller could look at any man and smile with the possibility of him falling on his knees and begging for any touch of intimacy. She was just that gorgeous of a woman. However, while mesmerized by her lustful beauty, the Stark family focused on a more important matter.
"Lord Stark, may I present you my sister, Albedo Muller."
Albedo's eyebrow twitched but kept a polite face as she bowed slightly.
"My lord, I hope my assistance would help to save your dear daughter."
"Please save my daughter!" Lyarra Stark pleaded.
The poor woman hasn't slept at all. Those bags under her eyes and her messy hair prove her state of mind.
"I shall do so," Albedo stated, smiling.
As they entered the well-guarded room where Galadriel was staying. Albedo saw the tired face of her beloved lady and wondered if it was because of how tiresome acting as if you were dead was. Or because her lady wasn't truly enjoying making her family worry for her. Nevertheless, Albedo and Pandora's Actor knew that sometimes sacrifices were needed to succeed in a mission.
"My lady, should you need my assistance?" Gentle Maester Luwin asked.
"No, I shall do it myself."
Albedo's outfit looked of a sort of priestess. She was carrying a bag with the Red Cross and acted as if she was pulling all she needed to operate.
"My dear... brother, please stay and help me."
Pandora's Actor nodded and sighed as he gently pushed everyone away from the room.
"Lord Stark, believe me, your daughter will be alright," Pandora's Actor stated confidently. "You have my word."
Rickard glanced at his daughter and took a deep breath before nodding. "I trust your word. Please save my daughter."
As everyone left the room, Pandora's Actor locked it from inside and used spells that would make it impossible for anyone to hear anything from outside.
"It is done, my lady," Pandora's Actor said as Galadriel finally stood from the bed.
"I was going mad," Galadriel whined, sensing the depressing atmosphere outside the doors and how much pain she had caused to those she cared about. A justification arose inside her, believing that what they didn't know didn't hurt them. Galadriel's demonic side explains her actions in such a way that clouds the white-haired girl's morality or true feelings of guilt. Still, Galadriel would use this opportunity to bring her family a bigger future and prosperity.
"It is done?" Galadriel asked.
"Yes, we have put some of the letters on the dead bodies of the guards. Some other agents are also being discovered by the Stark guards."
Galadriel nodded. "Mind controlling them has proven useful. Let's play with the narrative. I don't want a blow-up rebellion yet, just make everyone in the North feel more... united against the South. Then let's move up from there."
"Yes," Pandora's Actor nodded.
"Albedo, dear, I will need you more than ever. Sorry that I am going to put a lot of work on you."
"Not at all, my lady," Albedo replied, smiling brightly. "I am but your loyal servant."
"I'll make it up to you, my dear; let's keep up the act. I believe you have been briefed by Pandora's Actor about your role as his sister and our plans, right?"
"I have, my lady," Albedo sighed.
"Please, my lady Albedo, we will have so much fun!" Pandora's Actor exclaimed happily. "My sister~! I always wanted a sister!"
Albedo's sour face grew small, and it seemed it was consumed by darkness.
"Now, now! I am sure I'll be incredibly pleased to see you both acting as siblings, but we must move with the planning now."
Galadriel then lay on the bed and sighed. "Just finish quickly. I am truly... truly hungry."
Albedo then gave a really big smile, perhaps a bit perverted but a smile nevertheless. "Oh, leave it to me, my lady!~ I'll heal you all of the issues!"
Galadriel chuckled but decided to just let it be for now. The news should take a few days to arrive at King's Landing. Let's see, how does the King react to this, and what does Rhaegar do? Make it interesting otherwise. I'll just destroy you all.
Galadriel smiled, wondering what else the South would try to do to undermine her power. A foolish endeavor that would lead them right to her grasp. But one that she would use to the extremes.
"Let's see what they do now."
