Prince Hidden in the Sands
Jon will be getting a Harem. As of now, the current members are Arianne, Nymeria, Tyene, Rhaenys, Shiera, and Dyanna. Val is another option but I'm not certain yet. Daenerys… is still in the air.
Jon won't be the only one with a harem. The other is Robb Stark, he'll be getting Jayne Westerling, Dacey Mormont, Alys Karstark, Mrycella Baratheon, and Margaery Tyrell.
I know the last 2 chapters, during both Arianne's and Rhaenys' part, were left on cliffhangers and to be honest Arianne's scene was meant to happen first and then Rhaenys… I don't know why I wrote it the way I did but I'm too lazy to go back and change it.
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Red Lake
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Blood is the source of everything's life force, and without it, no one or anything can live. During battle and wars, blood taints the ground and fills the air with its iron-like smell, drawing some predators' attention, and one of those predators was a slumbering dragon.
It was during the finishing of the First Blackfyre Rebellion when her slumber was first disturbed and low and behold it was by the scent of blood. Silverwing roared inside of her home, agitated that she was disturbed by mere humans and their fickle wars.
But on this day she smelt something else, someone was making their way towards her, and with the smell a gentle sound of a valyrian song being sung. As it got closer Silverwing started moving toward the entrance of her nest.
As she did the rocks small and large stark rolled off of her silver scales, revealing them and their true beauty. As the song came closer a memory came to the dragon's mind, one from her first rider. Alysanne hummed this often during her pregnancies, and over time it came to soothe the beast.
Shiera turned the corner and found a wide opening filled with darkness. But with it was a comfortable warmth as it flowed over her skin. Walking into the cave she continued humming the tone she read about. Stepping up a few steps she found an opening, and that was when Shiera saw movement.
Getting down onto one knee she placed the touch she was holding onto the ground, and went back to her full height, bringing the humming to a stop. That was when the beauty saw her in all of her majestic beauty.
As the second the humming stopped she watched as flames engulfed the area surrounding her, flames a beautiful silver and Shiera couldn't help but allow a smile to dawn on her face with wide eyes. With the flames enlightening the cave she saw Silverwing in all of her beauty and size. She was bigger than what the books said, and her scales even after so long of growth and slumbering were as beautiful as Shiera's mismatched eyes.
Shiera after a few seconds went back to humming and as she did so she watched as the dragon's head came closer to her, a silver eye watching her every movement, mawl open ready to kill the bastard girl if she tried anything stupid.
Raising a hand Shiera went to place it onto the former slumbering beast. "Silverwing." She said gently as she reached out hoping to lay it upon the true last dragon. But as she got closer, the beauty had to retract her hand as she watched flames grow in the dragon's mouth.
Reaching into her pocket Shiera pulled out a small viel that hold a small bone, something she grabbed before coming. Pulling the cork off the small glass bottle, she immediately noticed Silverwing's eye go to it, and released a growl that shooked the cave. But it wasn't a threatening growl, it was one of longing and sadness.
Stepping closer Shiera spoke in high valyrian, knowing the dragon will understand everything. "Silverwing." She said, gaining the dragon's attention. "Come with me and I promise you'll see your Bronze Fury once more."
The beast didn't make a move or show any sign to do so. Mismatched eyes looked into silver, and after a few minutes, the beautiful dragon moved, lowering her wing and giving Shiera permission to climb upon her.
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Norvos
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Daemon couldn't help but let a smile dawn his face as he watched as his recently discovered betrothed embraced the long-thought-dead Rhaenys Targaryen. He would probably be doing the same thing as Arianne if he knew Rhaenys Targaryen, but by the time he was born the rumours of her death were the only thing he knew.
The two were soon joined by the sand snakes, as Nym and Tyene joined their cousins, making the smile on Jon's face grow and from the looks on his uncle's face he also allowed a smile dawn his own red-cheeked face.
Turning around Jon made to leave, feeling that this was the time where they wanted to be alone and reunite. Slowly leaving the room he left the brown and red dragon egg he brought with him on a table close by, and left. Entering the halls he saw a familiar face and made his way over to the knight.
"Ser Oswell," he said as the man looked at him with a smile. Daemon stopped before the man holding out his arm, and it was quickly grasped by the former Kingsgaurd. "I hope your journey kept you well busy, and please let me know what you've heard about my relatives."
The man's smile faltered as a serious look took its place on Oswell's face. "My journey was long, plentiful and kept me as busy as I wanted to, but I miss the company of my brother and you, my Prince." Jon nodded at this, but as he did he noticed that what his knight was about to say was probably going to ruin his day. "About your aunt and uncle… I'm sorry but Viserys Targaryen is as mad as the rumours say, and your aunt… I offered to take her away from Viserys, but she refused to saying that he was her last family."
Daemon swore out loud as he began pacing back and forth. "Did you try and tell her about there possibly being another family member alive?" He looked to Oswell and watched as the knight slowly shook his head.
Behind the hidden prince was Arthur, who placed his hand on his liege's shoulder, making the 13-year-old prince cease his pacing. "Please, my prince, reconsider what you said all those years ago. Accept the position you are given."
Daemon shook off the knight's hand and stepped away. "I will not be made a king." He said through his teeth, having heard this from everyone who knew. "I will not be placed onto that cursed fucking throne," Jon said, seething the idea. "Just because my uncle is mad and unworthy, and my aunt a delusional person doesn't mean shit."
He then looked to the door that led to the room his sister was in, and with the princess her mother's family. Looking over to the White Bat, Daemon spoke. "I want you to go back out and see if you can find my brother. If Rhaenys is alive, so can Aegon. I don't care what it takes but if he's alive, then I do not need to worry about placing my ass on that blood fucking throne."
The prince already knew what the man thought about what he said, but thankfully Oswell didn't push it and bowed and left, probably going to rest. As he watched Daemon made a mission to see the man off tomorrow and to apologize to him for what he might have said. The man practically taught him swordplay alongside Ser Arthur.
Looking over to the Sword of the Morning, the amethyst-eyed boy spoke. "If Aegon is truly dead, we must prepare Rhaenys to be named Queen, and if she refuses." Daemon knew at that moment his eyes shone green. "I will personally burn that rucking throne to the ground, and allow the Seven loving fuckers to fix their own problems."
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Winterfell
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The Grand Hall of Winterfell was filled with laughter as the Lords and Ladies feasted and brawled with each other, but there was no hiding the fact that even when the lords were feasting, they all had their eyes on the newer Lords and Ladies, all of whom were once wildlings. However that was to be expected, but in the laughter and brawling was Lord Giantsbane, who was enjoying the company of the Northmen, so progress was being made and that was all Ned hoped for.
Lord Stark was at the head of the hall sitting on the weirwood throne, with his son and heir to his right and the lord's left was his lady wife. But as Ned watched as his bannermen laughed and feasted he couldn't help but feel as if this would be the last time they'd enjoy something like this. With that thought, Ned remembered when his father figure came to his home.
Shaking his head Ned got to his feet slamming his horn of ale against the table before him, gaining everyone's attention. "I thank you all for coming and I'm happy to see you all enjoy the food of my larder and the warmth of my hearth." The sounds of banging horns could be heard around the room and with it the agreement of his bannermen. "Now the reason why I've summoned you all."
Waving his hand, Ned watched as a pair of handmaidens went about to every lord and lady, offering them a small cup of a red thick liquid. Everyone looked confused at the contents of the cup, until those who knew looked at their warden with wide eyes.
"When my ancestors first became Kings of Winter they gave their bannermen a cup of their blood. They used this in a form of a promise, 'drink my blood and I promise you my protection and loyalty.'" Everyone was now looking at him with shock, disgusted and horrified at what he said. "In your hand is a cup of my blood mixed with red wine, and before you drink from it let me tell you why I'm telling you all this.
When my ancestor Torrhen Stark bowed to Aegon the Conqueror, he not only saved us from dragonfire, he also made us promise to kings and lords that mocked our people, our traditions, our very way of life." A chorus of 'Ayes' followed. "But even when we were shunned and belittled, we remained loyal to the Targaryen Kings and now the Baratheon King, and what did we get for our loyalty? Nothing, we were given false promises, our lands given to the Watch who aren't able to tend to them until just recently, we are still mocked and shunned for our faith and traditions!"
The Lords and Ladies of Gift remained seated as the others roared in agreement. Ned watched as Lord Bolton examined him, and he watched as a smig of a smile appeared on the Leech Lord's lips, as he downed the small cup of his blood and wine, and toasted it to him.
The Quiet Wolf nodded in the direction of the current head of his family's longtime rival. And once he got a nod in return he continued his speech. "I say no more! No longer shall we bow to the lords of the south! No longer will we play politics with the knights or lords of the south! We bowed to the threat of dragon fire and that threat is no more!" At this he unsheathed his family's ancestral valyrian steel sword, the dark smoky ripples filling the room. "With you my ever faithful lords and bannermen, new or old, I wish to continue what we gave up when Torrhen Stark knelt."
With this all at once, all his faithful and loyal men and women drank from the small cup, and once they were down the hatch they all drew their weapons, and began chanting. "King in the North! Winter King!" On repeat and within minutes they were joined by howls from the direwolves in the Wolf's Woods.
Ned then looked to Mance Rayder and watched as the former king drank from the cup and so did his people. He nodded in the new lord's direction, in a form of thanks and a promise that won't be forgotten. But as he looked into the former wildling's eye he saw that the man wished for an explanation, but that was for another time.
Sheathing Ice Ned knelt before his wife, who held a crown that was last worn by the King who knelt. Within seconds the weight of it and its responsibilities were placed onto him. Opening his eyes he stood to his feet and looked to his bannermen, all of whom knelt before King Eddard Stark, First of His Name, King of the North and the Protector of the Old Men.
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Westeros
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News of the North's independence spread fast as they travelled south to the other kingdoms, and after a few days, every peasant and lord knew about it. However what they expected never came, every lord of the south, high or low, was waiting for the call from their king, but it never came.
When the news got to King's Landing and then to the Red Keep, no one could explain what the king felt. The man saw the new king of the north as a brother. They grew up and were taught by the same people. Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark drew blood together. So hearing this made the king feel unexplainable pain.
The hand had a similar reaction but Jon Arryn got over it quickly. His attention was now on why didn't his most loyal lord, someone he trusted his home to, never tell him this. When the raven from Lord Yohn Royce came, never once in the scroll did the lord mention any signs of the North's plans.
Well, the crown was scratching their heads, Tywin Lannister decided it was enough and sent a portion of his fleet to the western borders of the North. But what the Old Lion didn't expect, was that the fleet would be attacked immediately, leaving the Lannister fleet a couple of dozen ships lower than expected.
Tywin wasn't the only one who made a move, Stannis Baratheon also sent a portion of the Royal Fleet east, in hopes to disrupt the trade between the North and the Free Cities. But just like what happened in the west, it was also proven ferilite as the ships were protected by not only the Northern fleet but also ships from the free cities.
When the news finally came from the King, it brought everyone a bit of joy. However, it was too late any attack made on the North was stopped at the Neck, even if they passed that death trap. The south would find themselves trapped between an unbreakable castle in the form of a repaired and manned Moat Cailin and a swamp that would swallow any man whole.
The North however was the only one who raised in rebellion, the Dornish followed a few weeks later. But luckily for the crown was that Lady Olenna Tyrell and Renly Baratheon weren't complete fools. As both the high lady and lord left a portion of their bannermen behind in the prediction of something like that happening.
However, any plans made to attack were halted, for just as the North showed, Dorne was also a place made with an easily defendable position, with the entrance to the land being surrounded by mountains and deserts. Any plans made for naval attacks were also stopped, for patrolling the seas around the sandy wasteland were the Dornish fleet and a couple of dozen Sellsword ships.
So any plans for ending these 2 rebellion forces came to a slow halt. The rebellers knew what they were doing and proved it when they knew they were both staying on the defensive. Any plans for naval attacks were stopped and any invasion from the land was seized as they might have more men and power, they were fighting 2 of the most well-defended areas in all of Westeros.
However, during the second moon of the start of the rebellion, a raven came from Winter Wing Eddard Stark, asking for a small parley with King Robert at Moat Cailin. When the fat man heard this he immediately accepted it, hoping to end this gods forsaken war.
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TBC
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