Hi Everyone.
Imageveiwer back to again with the next chapter in my Westeros Movie night.
I know its been a long time since I updated.
And that this chapter is a little belated considering that the first episode just came out weeks ago. it was meant to be uploaded before the first episode, but unfortunately, my document didn't save and so I had to rewrite the entire thing, all over again.
Anyway. onto the chapter.
All Q and A will be answered down below at the end of the chapter.
I hope you enjoy.
House of the Dragons
It was an average day for the people of the Game of Thrones universe.
Once again, they were called upon the invisible entity that offered them their wildest dreams in exchange for their presence.
Even now, as they all flooded the grand theatre room, that was large enough to fill accommodate the entirety of all the main cast from the real world's most famous tv series.
Like always, they filled the rows by family, houses, clans and regions. With the king at the centre, flanked by all directions by his subjects, vassals, friends and enemies.
The greatest amongst them being the last Targaryen heirs who sat in their own private box behind their once former subjects now turned enemies who wouldn't hesitate to kill them to gain prestige and favour with the now ruling family of Baratheon.
"Alright...Why are we here?" grunted Robert, although he had little reason to be disgruntled given that his host gave them so much and asked so little. His frustrations stemmed from being summoned whilst he was bedding 20 women at once.
The same could be said for much of the people that now occupied the theatre, many of them being summoned away whilst in the middle of one thing or another.
Their bodiless host spoke, with a voice that reached all within the massive theatre room "Why else. To bare witness to one of many visual trailers you have seen previously." he said, explaining the motive and the reason to why they were once more summoned to the theatre.
Naturally some were excited, but other's were not, but there was no denying that every one of the occupants within that very room was curious to know what teaser they host had in store for them.
"Tell me...Are any of you interested in the history of your kingdoms?" the voice asked, his tone carrying a sense of excitement and mirth as he addressed.
Robert was the first to voice their displeasure over the subject of their kingdom "Bah! If I wanted to about our blood history. I'd go to one of the wrinkled cunts of the citadel to tell me about our history." Measter's like Pycelle tried not to let Robert's rude comment affect them, but they could not hide their grimace or facial tick that came from Robert's vulgar description of them.
The unseen being chuckled with what could be discerned as knowing something they didn't yet know "oh, I can assure you. Its much more then a simple documentary." the voice said so ominously, now having their full attention as they're now more curious and eager to know the secret their host had for them "How would you all like to see the events leading the Dance of the Dragon?"
It then dawned on them as to nature and the purpose of why they were called "Are you saying, we get to see what happened during those day?" called out Arya, the little stark girl standing up from her seat and leaning on the seat in front of her as she stretched out to the towards the large screen.
An excited smile stretched from ear to ear from her lips that one could see her teeth.
Naturally, her mother, Septa and sister were all displeased by her actions, but they could not deny in sharing her excitement, much like everyone else as all perked up at the prospect of seeing the most memorable events of their kingdom's history.
It was one of the wars that created legends, and quite often the figures and character's portrayed during these conflicts were romanticised, deified and demonized
The Dance of the Dragons was the one of the major conflicts of the Targaryen dynasty. It, like the BlackFyre Rebellion helped to set the stage for Robert's own rebellion that saw the old dragon kings disposed.
It makes many imagen, what would've happened if the Targaryen's hadn't murdered each other and killed off their remaining dragons. Much of their kingdoms history would be different.
So it was only natural that the people from the game of throne's universe would be excited and anxious to see the their most historical moments that changed their kingdom forever.
"That is exactly what I'm saying. All of you are about to bear witness to the lives and stories of your ancestors during the first Targaryen civil war." The voice said, getting them hyped up as it was
The lights in the room darkened, and all hushed in anticipation of what they were about to witness.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... I give you the trailer to the House of the Dragons." the voice said, quieting to a hush as the large theatre screen brightened just a bit, as it was it about to start.
-HOUSE OF THE DRAGON TRAILER-
The first thing they saw, was something that was immortalised in the minds of the Westerosi. As the dark shadow of a winged beast flew into their vison and directly over a group of Targaryen soldiers.
The loud booming of drums in sync with the sounds of other things that the trailer offered
"War. Is a foot" spoke the voice of Leanor Velaryon, as flashes of dragons, fire and violence greeted them in the span of a few seconds before a black ground took over, and in bold gilded steel letters that shined from the darkness as it read.
GAME OF THRONES HOUSE OF THE DRAGON
In bold golden dark words, those words were present within the darkness of the cinema screen.
HBO
Slowly, the scene opened up to the throne room of the red keep. It was vacant with the only occupants being the two men, unseen as the as one had his back to the camera and other sitting far away on the iron throne was blurred out.
The throne itself appeared as it was, melted with the swords of Aegon's fallen enemies. Only the steps leading up to the throne from both sides were filled with melted iron that connected up to the grand throne. Leaving only the centre open to walk up conqueror's seat, as the iron melted steps were adorned with the swords and blades Aegon's conquered enemies.
"The Dream." spoke Viserys Targaryen, the reigning king as a scene brighten to reveal fire. The burning amber of elemental power that the Targaryen's were impervious to. Behind the small wall of fire was man, baring the infamous pale Valyrian white hair "It was clear as a memory."
A HBO original series
"I heard the sound of thundering hooves." The scene opened up to lush forest, two riders riding through the Kingsroads before switched to knights viscous melee brawl "Splintering shields and ringing swords" the two knights clashed. One bearing the Targaryen's red dragon on his plate, the other unknown but he be held the advantaged as he shattered the wooden shield of the Prince Daemon into pieces with his flail.
"And I placed my hand upon the Iron throne."
"And all the Dragons roared as one." what followed next was the sight of a dragon flying over the buildings and houses of the city, and directly to the grand dragon pit that stood whole and pristine unlike in the present where all that was left was the ruins of the once might structure that housed the grand beasts.
Next was a meeting of the small council "I consider the matter Urgent." Ser otto HighTower. The man who would later instigate the civil war between brother and sister for the iron throne. He was younger in his years, as he held a small council with his king and fellow council member over the matter that would spiral into full blown war "of that, of your succession."
Lynonal Strong asked as the scene changed to a tourney, prince Deamon Targaryen rode upon his armoured steed. His was garbed in an armour not seen since the last Targaryen prince wore It. Black steel designed like a dragon, with the helm open at the face but dark wings that spouted from the helmet.
"And who else would have the claim?" the camera panned in on woman, young and beautiful, it did not take those who were well versed in the history and lore of the events leading to the Dance of the Dragons.
Her beauty was immensely captivating, with an air of authority and regal that men even of the most hardened and veteran lords could not help but feel compelled to follow. "The first born child." Otto Hightower stated.
"Rhaenyra. No queen has sat the Iron throne." Lynonal Strong remarked on the former the reign and ruling decree of king Jaehaerhys in the line of succession between the old kings granddaughter from his first born son to the now present king Viserys the first from the king's forth child.
"The king has an heir. Daemon Targaryen." Corlys Velaryon stated, the law of the realm saw that the son or closet male heir would come before a daughter in the right of succession.
Clearly the events they were watching took place before the birth of his son Aegon the 3rd.
"I will not be made to choose between my brother and my daughter." Viserys's stated, not wishing to chose between his own brother and daughter on who should rule after him.
"Rhaenyra's succession will be challenged." Rheanys Velaryon said to her husband "Knives will come out." Deamon Targaryen walked into the occupied throne room, a crown adorned his head as he was held at sword point by the kingsgaurd from approaching any closer to the Throne where his brother sat.
"you are the king." the Rhaenyra said, as a Young Alicent Hightower entered into the picture "You're duty is to take a new wife." already, the people could see the attention King Viserys's was showing to the woman who would birth his heirs.
"I have decided to name a new heir." Viserys said to his brother as he sat upon his throne, looking down upon him with glare filled with contempt.
"I'm your heir." Deamon stated before the scene changed to dragon stone, the home island of house Targaryen.
"war is afoot." Laenor Velaryon said, as Deamon sheathed his sword and pointed it at the Lord Hand, Ser Otto Hightower and his men.
"Do you think the Realm will ever accept me as their queen?" Rhaenyra Targaryen asked Ser Cristen Cole.
"A woman, would not inherit the Iron Throne." Rhaenys said to her niece as Rhaenyra stood within the throne room, dressed regally like a queen and not a princess "Because that is the order of things."
"When I am queen. I will create a new order." Rhaenyra declared, as her Dragon Syrax flew into the clouds, letting out a mighty roar.
"Your family has Dragons" Reggio Haratis said, as Deamon stood upon a desolated battlefield.
"They're a power, man should never had trifled with." Viserys voiced out, as the image of a black dragon egg sat within an Iron pot, above the burning coals upon which it stood. To a scene of Deamon hugging the head of his imposing dragon Caraxes, an enormous beast with scales as red as rubies.
"If Rhaenyra comes into power." Alicent Hightower said, as the following scenes showed her rise in status from lady to queen "She'll cut off any challenge to her succession." she said to an unknown man who many presumed to be her first born son.
"I am to inherit the Iron Throne." Rhaenyra Targaryen declared "She will block my way."
"Our hearts remains as one." Otto said, as the screen presented Alicent and Rhaenyra kneeling before a hundred burning candles
"Our hearts were never one." Alicent Hightower remarked before the scene changed to the two sitting far apart then before. It was clear that there was now a great wedge between the former friends now turned bitter rivals.
An army of men
"Have you ever imagen yourself, on the Iron Throne." Rhaenys whispered spitefully into the ear of Alicent's ear.
"Where is duty?!" Alicent sneered at Rhaenyra, struggling to stab her with a dagger "Where is Sacrifice!?"
"now they see you for what you truly are." Rhaenyra whispered at her, her tearful eye's full of contempt
-cinema-
Many thoughts and emotions came from seeing the trailer to prequal to gamer of thrones.
Or as the Westerosi understood it. The War known as the Dance of the Dragons.
The dynastic dispute turned bloody civil war that sundered the Targaryen power for generations, eventually leading up to Robert's own rebellion.
Naturally, the Targaryen's. Namely Viserys was enthralled and excited to see it.
Viserys for obvious reasons, was delighted to see history of his family. Of the golden age when his ancestors were in power, when they had Dragons.
He was practically over the edge of his private balcony, almost throwing himself over just to get a bit closer to the screen from within the populated theatre.
His Daenerys had more control then him. But even she couldn't help but enthralled by the trailer featuring her family.
Naturally, she was awe struck by the appearance of dragons. The very mystical beasts her bother talked about at every moment when they were together.
Relenting about the Aegon the Conqueror and his dragons, or even just talking about the dragons as though he had seen them.
Often these one sided conversations always led to him stating that he was a dragon in human flesh.
But while she was naturally fascinated with the sight of such beasts, her attention was more about the characters portrayed in this trailer.
Deanerys knew about the dance of the dragons.
It was one of her brother's favourite tales that he spoke with utter contempt. As it was the start of her family's decline of power as it destroyed nearly all of the dragons in their keep.
By the end of the war, there were fewer dragons then Targaryens, and the realm was fractured beyond repair.
Even the later reign of Aegon the unworthy would only push the decline of their family further to this present stage of where they were now.
She had heard of the dynastic dispute between the first-born princess and her half-brother Aegon the 2nd.
How one princess came close to being queen over Westeros.
It was both inspiring and wishful thinking, as despite the Black faction's win at the end of the war, Rhaenyra never got to rule for less then week before her death. Since then, the notion of women in ruling position had been put down for more then a few generations after the war.
Men fearing a woman in power, became more oppressive with the opposite sex. For a few generations woman were robbed of any and everything personal to them, even what rights they had to land and inheritance was stolen from them.
Deanerys considered it a dark time for women like her, but even now, not much has changed.
The status Quo will always be patriarchal.
Her brother would have no qualms in using her to achieve his own ends. As he had stated many times ago, often his attempts to marry her off for money, power or an army was met with very little success. As Varys proved himself to be worm then dragon, even less then a snake as he went back on his deals, couldn't pay his debts and swindled from his so-called partners.
Up until master Illyrio found them, they were nothing more than penniless street urchins.
No more seen the nameless bastards claiming rights they no longer had to the most powerful kingdom in the world.
With the Starks, they were just as excited as everyone else was about the new trailer for the House of the Dragon's.
Though they did have some prior misgivings about a show feature the Targaryens.
The family that they deposed during Robert's rebellion. A family who previous king killed their father's father and his brother, and whose own crown prince stole away their aunt and caused her death.
While the starks had no love for the Targaryens, but even they were eager to see the latest show that featured the history of their land.
Their curiosity to know what it was like back then, as they only had the books that described the events during those turbulent times. There was very little to know what was really happening as the chronicles that written were often one sided with many meisters there after the events writing their own variation of the history that took a spin on the original reasons, plots and characters that were romanticised and twisted to fit the tell of the writers and poets that
With the Baratheon's.
Robert. The most prominent member of his entire family was as you'd expect when it came to any mentions of the Targaryens.
His hatred for them ran deep. To the point where the very name Targaryen evoked such unfathomable anger...and yet. He could not deny his own curiosity as he saw the trailer to the time line that would eventually lead to the Dance of the dragons.
Even he was intrigued about the history back then, mainly because that vindictive part of him was more interested to see his quote on quote "White haired shits spilling their own blood". He wanted to see the downfall from their height of power when their dragons were all that held the realm under their iron fisted rule.
His brother's Stannis and Renly weren't as hateful as him. Though they weren't big fans of the targaryens, they certainly did have an interest in the trailer featuring one of the most monumental events in their kingdom's history. Mainly interested to see their ancestor Borros Baratheon, who played a part in the opening of the war.
The Lannisters. Much like the rest of the other noble family had some interest in the events leading to the Dance of the dragons. Naturally they were in awe of the dragons once thought to be mere myth by the era of the mad king. Though they had seen dragons and all other form of mythical and disturbing creatures throughout their time here, they were in awe of the dragons often spouted by the targaryens during their twilight years.
Tyrion and Jamie were excited.
Out of everyone in their entire family, the young sons of Tywin were enthralled by the scenes before them. They weren't as stuck up as the rest of their kin, like their sister and father.
The two brothers were honest about their opinions about the many, many wonderous things they're host unveiled for them.
Their sister Cersei however wasn't as gleeful as her brothers were. Naturally she was in awe of the dragons, and held some keen interest in the life of Rhaenyra.
The princess who nearly became the ruling queen of Westeros. Every lady, woman and princesses' dream.
It was the fantasy and every idea that could shake the foundations of their society.
Though the Dornish wouldn't be affected, given they're society raises both males and females in equal standing.
The rest of the realm which was patriarchal dominated would be affected. The laws that sperate them, that are male dominated would be changed by the mere presence of a woman seated upon the iron throne.
Rights, inheritance and ownership would no longer go the son, husband, brother or some distant cousin.
That was frightful for the men, as it would mean a loss in power in their rights to rule and own property.
A part of her would like that kind of world. To wear the crown instead of the gown.
She'd certainly make a far better ruler then her own sloth a husband, who rules with is cock and balls rather than his brains and wit.
With the patriarch of the Lannister clan, Tywin knew first-hand what a Targaryen at the throne was like.
At the twilight of their reign, he saw that their power wasn't held together by their once mythical dragons, but by the fragile alliances and fealty of the lesser houses.
Nobody wanted a war. The war of the nine penny kings was a fresh reminder of the civil dispute between the house blackfyre and Targaryen.
During his days as the Hand, no body made a move against the late king Aerys Targaryen, thanks in part to his allies or rather...Tywin.
It was no secret that Tywin was the success behind many of his former kings' rules and decisions. He was the reason why the coffers were flowing with gold and silver; he was the reason no man, save for the most foolish or desperate was eager to challenge or threaten the king.
A reason as to why king Aerys himself often ridiculed and spurned Tywin, because of his jealously over Tywin's popularity and correct decisions over his own.
Without him to stabiles and second guess the king's decisions. The council soon became filled with scared sycophants, who couldn't refuse Aerys in fear of losing their head's or worse.
Not once had Tywin believed in the myth about dragons.
Generations since the dance, the last living dragon had gone extinct and the targaryens then after tried to keep their legacy alive. Early in the reign of Aegon the Unworthy, during the re-conquests of Dorne. The Targaryen's without their awesome power of their once grand beasts.
Turned to an alternate source of fire. WildFyre.
The first use of it as a weapon, king Aegon the Unworthy commissioned the construction of a wooden dragon that contained the volatile substance within its belly. But like all their idea's, that concept went up in flames upon its first use in the war with Dorne.
But now...Tywin saw the truth in their legends.
He saw the dragons.
Not the other portrayed creatures from the visual shows and games their bodiless host presented. But the true dragons.
The creatures real and living within their world.
It was certainly awe inspiring, but Tywin feared that should they return, the sins and crimes he committed would be replayed in fire and blood for his descendants.
The Free Folk/ Wildlings.
The Free Folk, commonly known to all other people outside of the confines of the wall as Wildlings, were in awe.
They were in awe of the dragons. Having never seen or heard of them, they knew little of the world beyond the south. Other then it was warmer and less inhospitable than their frozen wasteland. Which was one of the main sole reasons why they attempt to cross the wall for many generations since it was erected.
They had never heard or seen a dragon before.
Any such notions of such creatures existing was put off as southerner nonsense.
But now, they saw that it was true.
Such magnificent beasts had to be seen. While they cared little for the history of the people beyond the wall, they were interested to see the show.
Finished
I hope you all enjoyed it.
Anyway. To answer the burning question, I'm sure many of you have.
Yes. I will be doing a chapter based on each of the episodes for the House of the Dragon. I found it to be greater than Game of Thrones and honestly hope that it would continue to be even better as the episodes roll in.
No, this fic is not dead, and neither is any of my works except for Bloody witch of the leaf. that is on Hiatus for the time being.
Yes, I do still take requests and will try to act upon them as much as I can.
Thank you for patience, and to show my appreciation for making you wait this long, I decided to leave an omake based on everyone's favourite Meme
Snu Snu.
Omake
It was like any average time for the people of the game of throne's universe.
as they all came together and sat within the large Cinema room.
filling out the seats by house and regions.
but there was a few who did not attend, much to the surprise and confusion of the people who know them.
"Has anyone seen Jon?" Lord Eddard stark asked his family, looking between his son's, ward, daughters and wife as he tried to find his secret Nephew/ bastard Jon Snow.
"Not since this morning." Robb answered, just as curious as to why Jon wasn't here, when everyone else was attending.
Arya and Sansa just shrugged, unable to answer their father, as they had no clue as to the presence of their bastard brother.
Lady stark had no idea either. Granted she didn't like Jon due to this status as her husband's bastard. A slight and a living testament to her husband's infidelity against her.
but the starks were not the only one's missing a friend and family member.
in another section of the theatre, sitting just far away from the people of Westeros, were the Free folk from beyond the wall. Also known as wildlings, who occupied much of the long row of chairs and seats from the top of the next floor of the theatre.
"Has anyone seen Tormund?" asked Ygritte, the red headed wildling archer who was more confused than concerned at the lack of seeing much less hearing the giant of a man who was as loud and blunt as Robert Baratheon.
no one knew where the fierce wildling warrior was.
And No one cared either.
There was also a third and forth
"Has anyone seen Theon?"
"No/ No/ No/ Who?"
"Is this thing on?" the voice of their host suddenly blaired out throughout the cinema room, followed by loud blowing sounds before he realised that they could hear him when they winced and covered their ears "Ahem!"
"Alright. I'm sure most of you are concerned and curious as to the where about of your friends and family members?"
"Where is Jon? / Tormund? /Theon?" all at once, Ned, Ygritte and Yara all asked at once, looking up to the darkness of the ceiling where they knew where their mysterious god/ benefactor was.
"I can assure you, they're fine...for the moment." he said that last bit, in a nervious tone.
"What do you mean?"
"I... think it's better if you just see for yourselves what has happened to your friends." the large screen lit up and everyone directed their attention to it.
-Amazonia. -
the people of Westeros watched as the large cinema screen projected a lush a verdant forest where three of their missing members stood, confused as they're presences within this foreign environment.
"Jon...Where the seven hells are we?!" Theon demanded to know, looking around franticly as he was suddenly transported from the Stark Bastard, and the large wildling, who looked amazed by his lush fertile surroundings. Tormund was used to the pure white, barren tundra from beyond the wall, he had never seen such vibrant green and healthy colour plants in his life.
"I don't know." Jon said, looking around as he was equally as confused as the rest of his group. as he looked around, he spotted a plume of smoke, rising up to the heavens like a dark pillar. "But I bet we'll find our answers that way." he pointed towards the smoke, getting their attention as they turned around and followed the direction of his figure.
a few hearts later, the three of them were walking in the directions of where the pillar of smoke rose from.
Inside of them, they were eager and hopeful to find some inkling of civilisation.
...they're hopes would soon be dashed as they came upon a different kind of settlement.
peering from the cover a rock formation overlooking the city. Jon, Tormund and Theon spied something that completely blew their minds.
down there. was a village full of women.
but these were not ordinary women. They were dressed like wildlings, but their fur and bone styled two-piece clothing that did little hide their physic, in fact it enhanced their sexual appeal. but the most noteworthy thing about them...was they were huge!
Each and every one of them was about half the size of a giant, with a physic to put the Gregor Clegane to shame as they're Amazonian build displayed their muscular and broad built frames.
"Good-"
-Cinema-
"GODS!?" Robert yelled out, standing up from his seat and starring at the screen in utter awe.
He, much like the rest of the cinema room. was utterly gobsmacked by the sight before them.
women, as tall as trees and as strong as Bulls. The very sight of these women brought forth such emotions of fear, awe and... lust.
it was natural response from the male filled half in the room...and some of the Dornish, who couldn't help it when their testosterone's acted upon the sight of such beings.
universally, tents were pitched in the pants of every man in the cinema room.
"Seven Hell!" Arya cursed, starring up in the screen in awe. Her un-lady like statement would've normally been chastised by now, but her family was still in shock from seeing what they were seeing.
-Back in Amazonia. -
Jon and Theon stared down at the village of Amazonian women.
both jaws hanging down to the ground as they stared down at the village below them. Gobsmacked by the very image of giant, strong women in lewd primitive garments.
The Camera zoomed back into Jon's face, as his face was contorted into an expression of disbelief and startling realisation "...I don't think we're in Westeros" he stated, his eye's never leaving the village of giant women.
Beside him, Theon turned and started at Jon with frown "No...You think!?" He said, ever sarcastically before turning back to the Giant women. Despite their size, Theon couldn't help but find them attractive, he was a man that thinks with his cock, Theon fantasied about having sex with them.
However, not everyone thought with their dick's. As Jon, being the only rational member of their trio-decided on a safer approach "Ok, listen. Let's back track and get as far away from here as fast as we can." He said, as from his own perspective of the large denizens, they appeared to be wildlings in his eyes and could be extremely aggressive "I don't think those women are friendly to outsiders."
Theon agreed, as he snapped from his ogling "Ok, let's-" that was when he noticed something "Look!" He pointed to a group of women, standing not far from their village, however his finger wasn't to them, but to the last member of their trio, who approached the feral looking
"Nononono! Tormund, don't!" Jon cried out, both in frustration over the man's idiocy and the fear that he was going to be killed.
The wildling from beyond the wall approached the women before announcing himself "Hello there beautiful!" All three turned with frowned married on their features.
They stared at Tormund who leaned against a nearby bolder, he bore what he considered to be a saucy and seductive expression "Do you want to know how i earn the name of Giant slay-AH!" He was interrupted as they grabbed him by his head and pulled him away.
Jon and Theon, saw all of this "Damnit" Jon cursed, as he backed tracked away to move to a new position "We got to save him."
"Save hi- Jon wait!?" Thone couldn't help but follow after him, as they moved to get a bit closer to the village.
The two of them peered their heads out, from a thick drape of leaves, hey saw Tormund behind held in the centre of the village, upon a dirt made ringed stage. It was only couple hundred yards away from them "ok, here's the plan." Jon started, before-
"Uhuh, Ugggh uh!" deep grunts and ape like sounds followed shortly after Jon's spoke.
"What kind of moronic plan is that?" Theon asked, before Jon looked up and his jaw dropped. Theon followed his gazed as he looked up and only had one word to describe what he saw "Wow!".
They were directly under the legs of a large tanned Amazonian wearing a long leaf grass skirt, her huge breasts were held in a fur skinned bra, in her hand's weas a huge club.
What happened next, was the both of their heads being used knocked from side to side as the Amazonian swung her clublike a pendulum at the two under her skirt.
-cinema-
Back in the cinema room, everyone watched as Jon and Theon were captured and now held before the entire village full of extremely large, and wild looking women.
There were still those that couldn't get over the shock of seeing a village full of large women, as tall as giants.
But those rare few that managed to break out of this spell, namely Jon's family, Theon's sister and Ygritte.
"We have to do something?!" Lord Eddard said, breaking out of his stupor thanks to his love and care for his bastard son/ nephew and his ward.
Their host was quick to respond "Hang...I may have an idea." Before any of them knew or not, two people disappeared from the cinema room in a beam of light before reappearing on the big screen.
-World, Amazonia-
Ygritte and Yara found themselves in the same forest not far from where women's village, within a few heart beats, the two realised where they were and immediately turned towards the source of where the primal chants were emanating from the village.
they ran as quickly as they could to save their friends.
soon arriving in the village where all of the women now gathered in the centre, surrounding a ringed up heaved stage of dirt where Jon, Theon and Tormund all stood, chained together by their necks in iron chains, two large women held them on both sides of the chained trio.
"Sister Amazonians." The blonde amazon with shaggy long blonde hair, with pieces of small bones curled around the ends of his golden locks. "We found men outside village!" she declared, thrusting her hand up, which just so happened to hold the other end of the chain which was linked to Theon, who was lifted from the ground by the brace on his neck.
all around them, the Amazonians gasped and muttered to themselves in awe and suspicion.
This time, the ebony skinned Amazonian who held onto the other side of the chain spoke up "Men, will be judged by-"
"Wait!" Ygritte cried out, earning everyone's attention as she and Yara pushed through the crowd of larger women to get to the centre.
"More Men?!" The ebony Amazonian asked out, surprised and suspicious before Yara and Ygritte made it to the centre where all eyes were now upon them.
"No...Women. small women." The blonde amazon stated, before she took a step forward, towards the two "Who are you?" She asked the small westerosi women, who stood just up to their waist.
"My name is Ygritte, of the Rattleshirt warband." The Wildling from beyond the wall introduced herself, there was some similarities between her people and these wild women.
"And I am Yara Greyjoy. You have my idiot brother in chains", she pointed to said idiot, chocking on the chain grasped around his neck.
The blonde Amazonian dropped, letting Theon fall not too gently on the floor before she stepped forward to greet them "Name is Thog." She introduced herself "Me welcome you to Amazonia."
Yara and Ygritte were genuinely surprised by the warm welcome. They had honestly suspected to fight their way out of the village.
the blonde Amazonian walked down to them, until they were face to face, or in this case for Yara and Ygritte, Face to well-built abdomen.
"Come. We show you, our village." Thog said, it was more of a command then a request, as Thog gestured for the two to follow her. Already another Amazonian with a blue mohawk took over in grasping the other end of the chain and following after Thog.
Yara and Ygritte reluctantly followed, they had little choice as Jon, Theon and Tormund were being led away. the two women from Westeros followed at the head of the group. seeing all of the buildings and area the Amazonians built out of nothing but straw, wood and bone.
"This capital city, planet Amazonia." Thog introduce them to both their world and their city, from an outside perspective, it looked more like a large settlement, as the primitive style of their buildings that hasn't been seen since before the Andel migration.
But there was one big question on everyone's mind "where are all the men in your tribe?" Yara asked, as she and everyone watching, only saw giant women...they did not see hide or hair of any male equivalent to these giants.
"Men die out many year ago." The ebony amazon answered, not once did her tone carry any hint of remorse or sadness at the news.
Of course, someone had to make a stupid remark about that fact "With all of these women around, they'll probably nagged to death." Spoke the very idiot who had earn every women ire.
Theon may have made quite a joke that got many like-minded men to laugh, that only increase the resentment he already possessed from the women and earned him quite the number of glares being sent to him.
Something he quickly noticed when everyone sent him a look that promised nothing but pain for his remark.
Even Jon sent him a look that basically told him to shut up.
Yara sighed "This women's only world, is sounding better and better." Being surrounded by men, Greyjoy men and her brother who viewed women only as birthing machine's. And even her despite her success and the loyalty she commanded from her men.
"I'm already looking for a place to stay." Yara said, reading from a magazine that featured vacant caves and huts.
Their journey soon led them to a huge temple, where the entire structure was carved out like a woman, with huge breasts, with open holes in the nipples where fire shined from it. "This temple of our goddess, Amazonia. She will judge men's fate." Thog told them.
"She know what do." The other amazon said.
"Is she hot?" Theon asked.
"She all knowing." The amazon answered.
"Translation. No." That earned him a shift kick to the jaw that sent him on his back.
They were led inside the temple, where the statue of a giant woman sat, it depicted her as a beautiful woman with huge naked breasts, an hour glass shape figure and arms stretched out to welcome all to her embrace. the statue sat where the legs were supposed to be as only her abdomen stood from the base of the stone flooring.
The Amazonian's bowed their heads low to the ground before the statue of their goddess "All hail mighty Amazonia! Mother of Amazonians!" Thog declared, as she and her sister Amazonians bowed before the statue.
"We bring gifts to honour the great mother." Thog offered the statue a woven basket full of offering to the carved-out stone.
At first, many thought it to be nothing more than just a statue. Silent and cold, nothing more than a vessel to be filled with the prayers of its worshippers until the eyes of the statue lit up, and flashed with each word that escaped from it.
"The Great Amazonia is pleased by your offering my daughter." A loud and authority voice boomed throughout the temple, bearing the great weight of power yet its tone carried a motherly warmth as it spoke with much love in its voice. Jon, Theon, Tormund and the rest of the westerosi people were stunned "But Amazonia demands to know why there are men in her presence?!"
Before anyone could answer, Jon stepped forward and knelt down on one knee before the statue with his head lowered to the ground "My lady. I humbly request your ear." He asked for her attention and permission, as he hoped to talk their way out of this peacefully.
The goddess Amazonia seem to consider his request "Hmmm...Very manling. (Man-l-ing) you may speak." Jon felt the weight of her fiery glare lift from his form, and he did not squander this opportunity to deescalated the situation.
Jon like to think he understood the powers of gods. Considering he and his family and pretty much the entire kingdom was hosted by a god like entity that transported them from their world to his. So, he knew, he'd have to try his best not to offend the deity of the world full of women that make the mountain look like a drawf."We did not mean to intrude upon your world. We were suddenly transported from a world where a god entertains us and our friends, and family. We mean you and your daughters no ill-will." He dared not to lie or withhold information from her, as he was certain that she could see through his deception.
What seemed like minute went by before the goddess considered his words "Hmmm...You heart speaks true manling. your words carry no lie upon them. Perhaps... we should let the manlings go." A huge Burdan lifted from their shoulders, as they all sighed in relief...but that moment of respite was short lived as the other amazon quickly spoke up.
"But mighty Amazonia. That one been making fun of women's basketball and comedy!" She pointed her finger at Theon, who reacted to her gesturing appendage as though it was a sword.
The goddess Amazonia reacted with much surprise and fury at this information "WHAT!? Did you explain how the women's good fundamental make up for their inability to dunk!?" She cried out, the fires in her stony eye's blazing ever more intensely as they seem to fix upon Theon who cowered under such a gaze.
"Yes. He still laugh!", all eyes were upon Theon Greyjoy. Glaring at him with utter contempt, even the men, Tormund and Jon starred at him with anger as he was now the reason they may be sentenced to death.
Amazonia seemed to calm down, but her voice still carried with it an intense tone that display her ever burning anger "I must think on this! When i return, I will lay a judgement upon the men here." The fire's subsided into nothing, leaving only a statue as goddess had obviously departed.
It did not take long for Jon, Theon and Tormund to be shackled to the walls, more then 10 feet from the ground by the giant women. Who had very little effort in securing the strong warriors from Westeros to the wall but...one of them was not making it any easier for everyone "Tighter!" Begged the one man who was secured front first to the wall by the Amazonian with the blue mohawk as she fashioned his chain around his neck. "A little tighter." He asked again, making her fasten it a bit more tighter "How about a little spank?" Tormund pushed his luck just as he pushed his butt to the amazon who responded to his request with the delicate touch of a mammoth as her fist sunk into his ass cheeks "Too HARD!"
The Amazonian turned to the only two people, who weren't chained up "Men Strange. you have them in your world?" She asked Ygritte and Yara, the both of them sharing a disgruntled look with Tormund's actions.
"Unfortunately." Yara sighed, already regretting coming here to save these idiots.
"What they for?" The amazon asked.
"Other than killing each other. The only useful thing about them, is fact that they're good for fucking." Ygritte answered, giving a very blatant description of men in her world.
The Amazonian seemed to decipher Yara's words, especially one that she focused on before She went wide eyed as she understood what the tiny woman was talking about "Oh!... you mean SNU SNU!" the entire temple filled with women broke into whispers and hushed gasps of *Snu Snu*.
At this, Thog joined in on the conversation "We hear tale, of men used for SNU SNU. But all we have are ancient legend and Subscription to cosmo."
Whether it was Tormund being Tormund, or his dick talking, the wildling man couldn't help but flirt with the 8 feet tall women "Just so we're clear, I wouldn't mind if you and me did a little SNU SNU."
"Silence! You want die like last men visit Amazonia?" The Thog commanded.
"What'd they die of?" Theon inquired before amazon with the Mohawk answered for him.
"Crushed Pelvises." She stated, looking in the far corner of the room where everyone followed her gaze to see three skeletal remains laying against the wall their skulls' looking unnaturally happy with their bony jaw's hanging in satisfied grins. in-between their boney fingers were burnt out cigarettes.
But the most notable sight about them was the shattered remains of their pelvises. Shattered bone fragments of where their crouch would've been, laid out under their skeletal remains.
What should have been horror turn cries of joy from two of the captive men "Yes! / Oh thank you God above!".
One man had the brains to actually realise the impending doom before them "on gods." Jon gasp in horror much to the confusion of the man next to him.
"Who hurt you lad?" as the situation before them was what any man dreamed of. To go out happy, to bed an entire village or a city full of beautiful women until you die.
Suddenly the entire temple shook before the eyes of the goddess statue lit up with fire, a booming feminine voice echoed from the large statue "I the mighty Goddess of Amazonia have decided the judgement of these trespassers." She said, her voice bouncing off the stone walls "The sentence is death…" All gasped at their judgement "By SNU SNU!" until it turns into something both of the doomed men could agree on.
"YEAH!/ WOOHOO!" the two suicidal happy men cheered, high fiving each other in the bound state.
But some of them had the right state of mind about the dire situation before them "oh dear gods!" Jon Snow whispered in a morbid terror.
-Later, in the cave of oohh~-
Jon and the rest of his merry, MERRY men where carried from out of the temple and deeper into the village, where they soon found themselves in a cave, cornered between three openings with doors made of bamboo shoots.
The three men of Westeros were standing in the SNU SNU chambers and stripped down to their undies as they stood in front of three bamboo made doors, yet somehow being away from the temple the group could still hear the voice of the goddess statue speaking to them "the Amazonians will be divided into three groups. The one known as Tormund will be Snu Snu'd by the Large Women of Amazonia." The group of women he was to Snu Snu looked to be among the more brutal, rough and warrior class of women, judging by their rough cloths and large wooden clubs in hand.
"The one called Theon will be snu snu'd by the petite women of Amazonia." The next group of women looked just the same as the other group in terms of height and figure but who he to know the intricacies of their culture, because as far as anyone can see that separates them from the first group was the extra bit of jewellery and fur clothing.
"And Jon, being the most attractive~ male." The goddess purred like a jungle cat throughout the sentence when it came to him "Will be snu snu'd by the most beautiful women of Amazonia." The group of women before him dressed in a somewhat stylish fur and cloth two-piece clothing with make-up and jewellery then the first two groups. "Then the Large women. Then the Petite women. then the large women again!" Jon gasped in horror at the number of women he was forced to Snu Snu until his death.
"Begin the SNU SNU!" The women advanced upon their targets all the while chanting the word they were performing.
Jon was shaking in his place as the Amazonian Thog worked on his knots. A small glimmer of hope made its way into his very being as he turned to look at the only people who weren't bound in a desperate bid to escape from this "Ygritte, Yara please! Help us!" he cried out to the two women who watch the interaction.
However, his desperate pleas of help would be met with Rejection "Hmmmm, Don't you just love it when they beg?" Yara asked with mirthful smile, full of sadistic amusement at Jon's desperation to escape from this.
Ygritte shared in the delightful amusement of Jon's pleas for aid, and little curious to see where this goes. She knew that it meant death for everyone, she would admit she enjoyed the thought of Tormund and that southerner ass Theon die in the one thing they loved, but she did feel a bit guilty in leaving Jon to die.
He seemed more honest and kinder than she was led to believe from a man south of the wall. She would admit...he certainly looked much more appealing than the other's...maybe if he's still alive, she wouldn't mind trying him out.
It's Thog's First time. BE GENTLE!" Thog, the wild blonde had finished undoing his binding before hoisting him over her shoulder, and taking him into the room to meet his fate like Tormund and Theon.
Both men dragged not too gently into their respective snu snu chambers.
-cinema room-
In the cinema room. The people of Westeros watched in morbid fascination of what was happening to three of their people.
Though while it would cost them the lives of their brother/ friend/ tribesmen.
There was nothing they could do but sit back and watch as Jon and the others were subjected to a punishment that was both cruel and unusual.
Even as the cries of the pleasure echoed throughout the cinema room, bringing redness to the cheeks of many young men and women who had yet to experience the bodily pleasures, while more older and experienced people simply smiled or chuckled, or looked perturbed at the sounds emanating from the large screen as they saw only the closed doors and the line of giant beautiful women, waiting their turn.
"Father...what are they doing?!" Ben Stark asked, his ears shielded from such noises by his mother, while his sister and younger brother had their ears covered by his father and brother. But that did little to block out the sounds he was hearing.
His innocent mind could not comprehend what it was that was happening beyond those doors.
While all could agree that such a scene brought forth a great amount of horniness that many should not openly admit save for a few. But they also experience a universal sense of envy as they could only watch as the three men experienced what many men dreamed of.
One such man in the audience expressed his disappointment "I wish I could die by Snu Snu!" three guesses who. As Robert, king of Westeros pouted in disappointment like a child, jealous that he was not there, dying a death worthy of a man such as him.
While dying in battle was a death Robert wanted, admis fucking whore's, battle and Lyrandia. He wanted to go out as all men of his age want to go. To die with a belly full of wine and his cock within a beauty woman's orifice.
His best friend's bastard was getting every man's dream, whether he knew it or not.
-back to Amazonia-
The sounds of moans mixed with cries of pain echoed from the two Snu Snu rooms, while in the last only loud and arousing moans of pleasure escaped from the third and final one.
As two Amazonians walked out of the first two rooms with satisfied looks on their faces, and skip in their steps before walking to the large growing line of women at the third door.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternality of agonising waiting, Thog stumbled out with her blonde hair wilder then ever as she leaned against the doorway with what energy she had left. She looked happy and worn out, as she stood outside the door leading to the Room where Jon was in "That no Man. That Mighty Beast!" she said as a grin of glee made its way onto her face as she skipped merrily towards the back.
The Amazonian women in line were in awe of what their fellow Amazonian said and couldn't wait to enter as the next one in line walked in and closed the door behind her before the erotic sounds of Snu Snu began.
Next to the line of woman at the Front, Yara and Ygritte beside the line, mouths starring agape at the door to Jon's room. They couldn't believe that Jon could bring such pleasures to giant of a woman who could snap his body just by the act itself. Naturally this question boggled them, and the other women in Westeros, as to what kind of man Jon Snow was, and how could he achieve such levels of satisfaction from these women without screaming in pain like Theon and Tormund was.
Ygritte walked up to the blue Mohawk Amazonian in the que, who was next to go in "Excuse me?" she called up to the taller woman next to her "So this Snu Snu Ritual. Can anyone join?" she asked, feeling a little horny by all of the action taking place.
She certainly wasn't going to fuck Tormund, or that southern prick Theon, no she wanted what everyone else wanted.
She wanted Jon...and she was not alone as Yara joined in.
"Yah. I want to see what's so special about Ned Stark's Bastard?" Yara Greyjoy asked, curious and aroused by the screams of the Amazonian who was in there. She wondered as to what the bastard of the north had hidden, compared to the men of the Iron Islands.
The amazon didn't look discontent by the two smaller women's request to join in their pleasure ritual "You want Snu Snu too?" She asked them, getting a nod from both westerosi women.
To their amazement, she didn't turn them away "Of course. All women are welcomed to join in Snu Snu ritual. We make you honorary Amazonian sister." she proclaimed, naming the two westerosi women as their newest sisters.
The two weren't big on ceremonies, or honorary titles, but they took it if it meant getting a piece of the action. To their further surprise, the Amazonian pushed them Infront of her, letting them go before her "here. You experience Snu Snu and Emerge as full-grown Women."
And just in time too, as the Amazonian in Jon room stumbled out like the Thog's with an ear-splitting grin on her face before Yara and Ygritte were nug towards the door in a reassuring manner. They both walked in through the doors before it closed behind so no one could see what was going on in there.
But they could hear them
"Yara...Ygritte!? What are you-!?" But Jon was cut off.
"You should really save your breath. Because for the next hour, you're all ours" Yara said, as the sound of clothing dropping could be heard from outside the door, right before-
"Me Snu Snu Time!" was all that was said, before what followed soon after, was the moans, and cries of three people, and the squeaking of a bedframe.
From outside the room, the group of Amazonians let a smile of pride grow on their beautiful faces as the little girl was, they saw go in, will now become a woman when she comes out "she become woman. Me so proud.".
Meanwhile in the short line of the two rooms, Theon and Tormund stumbled out, thankfully clothed in their underpants, as they were breathless, exhausted and their bodies in pain as they panted from the exhausting activities they were forced to endure.
"We need rest." Tormund breathed out in a plea to the woman standing before him and Iron islander "My spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised."
However, their request for rest was refused "Its time, Snu Snu!" one of the Amazonians in front demanded.
"Couldn't we just cuddle?" Theon whimpered out before his Amazonian grabbed him by the head and dragged him back all the while as he screamed for mercy.
The same could be said for Tormund who didn't have the energy to scream or fight back, because he was groaning in pain as he was dragged back in to face his judgement.
-cinema room-
Back in the cinema room, the people of Westeros couldn't believe the luck Jon was having, as they watched as Yara and Ygritte disappear behind the door, where sounds soon followed of their own adventures with the bastard of the north.
Their kinsmen had their own reactions to this.
"I swear to the drowned god, if Yara sire's a bastard of that Stark bastard. I'll strangle her and her child!" Balon Greyjoy swore, the one-time king of the Iron Islands, was ever a mean bastard with a stick up his arse.
He glared with a sour look on his face, as he watched his own daughter. His own flesh and blood give herself to the bastard of Ned Stark.
While he could care less about his own son and heir, the boy who spent the majority of his life under the care and upbringing of the inlanders. From the first moment they met, he knew his son weak, weak like his father before him.
He did not know about their traditions, they're way of life. They did not sow, and they certainly did not honour anyone else but your own people.
While one father could care less about his own children.
Another was concerned for his own.
"You have to help them!" Ned called out to the unseen god of their cinema room, while he may have earned strange looks from his fellow men, he at least knew that neither his ward Theon, the wildling from beyond the wall Tormund, and his bastard son/ secret nephew Jon would not survive the ordeal.
"Hang on! Let me see what I can do."
And with that, the screen turned off, no longer presenting the Amazonian orgy that they were all watching.
"HEY!?" Cried out many, including Robert, who wasn't at all interested in Jon's sexual ventures, but rather the giant sexy women that he was ogling.
Their host returned right after that "Alright, I fixed it." He simply said. His tone carrying a sense jolly.
"What did you do?" Rob asked, curious as to know what their godly host had done.
"I brokered a deal with the Amazonian goddess to save your friends." it wasn't hard to hear the giggles in the back ground. Deep and familiar, they didn't need to be a measter to know that their host had *Convinced* the Amazonian goddess to spare their friends "I managed to save Theon and Tormund from dying."
A light shined down from the ceiling above, casting its very bright light down upon the stage, where Theon and Tormund miraculously appeared. The both of them sitting within a wheelchair of their own, large casts covered their entire lower halves, from their waists to their feet.
They laid completely into their chairs; heads rolled back with their eye's starring up into space with an ever permeant smile stretched across their face.
"Their fine. They'll need time to recover from their pelvis shattering sex." from the looks on their faces, what their host said was true. As Theon and Tormund looked happy after being fucked to near death.
But that still beg the question of where was the final member of their trio.
"What about Jon?" this time Arya spoke up, wondering where her half-brother was?
"That...is a little difficult. You see, the Amazonian's don't have single man on their world. So, they're destined to extinct if they were unable to procreate. And they took too much of a liking to Jon, so me and Amazonia came an understanding. In exchange for letting Jon stay for a certain amount of time or until they until they start popping out enough males. I would make him immortal so they don't break him."
"Lucky Bastard!" murmured roughly just about every man in that room, envious that a bastard was getting all of the action from giant bootylicious babes from another world.
"Is he alright!?" Robb asked, concerned, and otherwise also jealous that he wasn't on that world, getting what Jon was getting.
Their envy was only further incited by what their host said about said man still trapped in another world. "Don't worry, they're treating him like a king. In fact, he should be done right about...now!" in a thunderous bang, the doors to the cinema room swung open.
Light shined through, burning the eyes of those who craned their heads or spun around to try to glimpse at the dark figures that stood in the blinding rays.
Only when they walked in, that they were revealed to all who stared in shock and relief "Jon!?" the bastard from the north hadn't changed since everyone had seen him on the big screen, including his companions who walked close to the Northern bastard. Much closer than simple acquaintances or friends. They were practically stuck on them, with smiles and smirk that played on their lips, it was easy to see the glow on them as they kept the majority of their sight, focused on the man in front of them.
"Are you alright!?" immediately his family, friends and pretty much everyone was all upon him before he could blink.
Jon pushed aside the surprising mass of people that encircled him, in favour of being relieved to see his loved ones after so long "I'm fine. It's good to see you again! I've spent five years on that world, do nothing but having sex with every woman on that world." Jon didn't realise that he wasn't telling them of his dire time trapped on giant amazon world.
As they didn't see it that way, only that he was experiencing and not suffering the pleasures they would die for.
While many were more focused on the details of his absence, there were some with more interest in Jon's well-being then his adventures. But Jon was about to get the shock of his life "But you've been gone for nearly 30 minutes." answered his little sister Arya, who looked at Jon with mix emotions of disgust, relief and confusion.
It took Jon, Yara and Ygritte a few heart beats to register her words over the murmurs and questions being thrown at them. "...THIRTY MINUTES!?" all three of them shouted to the top of their lungs in disbelief.
Unable to think of how it that was possible, when they've spent about 5 years on that world, while everyone waited on them for barely an amount of that time.
The answer came from their ever-omnificent host "I don't believe I need to remind anyone, that time works differently here. On that world, you've spent about five years of your life without aging. While here, everyone watched and waited for about 30 minutes since I pulled, you're idiot friends from danger."
"They are not my friends." Jon said, which was true as he barely knew one of them, and the other was simply a ward/ arrogant ass who didn't make his existence any better.
"Whatever. The important thing is, is that now, you're safe. And you can start to tell everyone about your adventures on giant woman world."
A strong hand landed upon his shoulder, and Jon turned to see Lord Jon Umber, a banner of his father. The man looked to Jon with a glint he now just realises, was in everyone's eye's as they sounded him "Aye lad. You've got a lot to tell us!"
However, their host was not yet done, as he seemed to realise something "Oh! I almost forgot. Yara and Ygritte. Despite riding Jon like a stallion for five years-" the two didn't look ashamed, even as many eyes fell upon them with feelings of disgust, amazement and interest. The first amongst these were from Yara's father who glared with absolute bile at his daughter.
Balon looked to his daughter, as though he was staring at a traitor. His own flesh and blood, shacking up with a bastard of the north, the bastard of one of the men who robbed him of his chance to be king of salt and iron.
Balon swore that by the end of this meeting or by the end of this damned place, he would kill his daughter for her treachery.
With the women, many of them stared at the thieving offspring of the iron islands and the wildling with disgust. The thought of the two baring offspring was too horrifying to imagen.
However, the rest, young and old looked from them to Jon. A feeling that could only be described as curiosity and envy, as from the sounds and the information about Jon, he was hiding more than just his good looks.
If given how the Amazonian and the two women from their world reacted to him...it was pretty clear to say, that Jon now had a few more admirers to his list. As nearly every woman in that room, looked at him with cat like anticipation.
"I've taken the liberty of rehymenting your virginity. You're now virgins once again." that news...wasn't as welcoming as it sounded.
"Why!? Why would you make us virgins again?" Yara demanded to know, she willingly lost the last vestiges of her purity long ago. The first time wasn't fun, pain a first before pleasure took over, she wasn't going to enjoy losing it all over again.
"Because I'd prefer it, if everyone returned back to their world otherwise unharmed or unchanged since the day they were brought here." the entity gave his reason, not wanting anything to harm or change the people of Westeros when they returned back to their world.
"Now that you're all back. I'll leave you to debrief Jon, no doubt you have many questions for the conquering hero."
Before Jon knew it, he was led to one of the many empty seats in the centre of the cinema room "Sit down boy." he was compelled to, and soon found himself surrounded from every angle as his friends, acquaintances and even those strange to him all looked to him as though he was hero returning from a battle or a prophet bringing the word of the gods "Now tell us, what was it like?" Robert commanded as he sat on the head of the chair before Jon, passing him a large glass cup filled to the brim with wine "I want to know all of the details of what those women were like."
While Jon was dealing with his new popularity with the men, the two women that accompanied him, Yara and Ygritte, were having their own little following as women like Margery pulled the two aside to ask them about Jon "So...how was-"
"Better than you think...much more better~" Ygritte answer, her eye's finding Jon in the midst of the crowd of men, her tongue licking her lips as she recalled the past five years spent on that world.
End.