Chapter 30: Nameday
Daenerys Targaryen POV
Daenerys found herself in a deserted land, with the sun burning sharply. Then, looking to the right, she saw a beautiful walled city lying on a river and vast plains and dense forests on its sides. But then when she turned to the other side, she saw what looked like an army coming, all golden and with what looked like huge elephants?
"You're seeing all this Daenerys Targaryen," she heard an old voice in her head, and she was confused. She was sure that this was a dream, but she didn't understand why she was seeing it.
Everything around her began to turn, and Daenerys felt like a dizziness taking her, but then the scene changed, and she found herself in a destroyed and sacked city, with golden soldiers killing citizens, and robbing, whatever there was.
"Who are you, and why are you showing me this?" asked Daenerys.
"This is the help you will need to call for the wars to come, Daenerys Targaryen. The enemy is very strong, and you'll need all the help you can get."
Daenerys wanted to ask more, but she couldn't because everything become dark. And in the dark, she saw a banner with a spear, and some golden skulls put on it and then nothing.
"Wake up, sleepy beauty," Daenerys heard the voice of her mother, who was calling her and shaking her.
"Let me sleep, mother," Daenerys replied, groaning and hugging Jon's pillow, imagining it was him.
"It's your name day today, my daughter, and Arya wants to give you a present. So did I."
Stretching her hands up, while Missandei was opening the curtains, and her mother preparing a dress to wear, Daenerys asked, remembering the dream, "Mother, do you know anyone who has a black banner with golden skulls?"
"No," she replied, placing the dress on the bed. And then she brought her another beautiful blue dress with a pair of shoes.
Daenerys was speechless by the beautiful shiny dress. "Mother, it's beautiful. I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. You just have to wear it tonight."
She nodded and asked, "Has Rhaegar and his betrothed already arrived?"
"Not yet. But they will be here soon," replied her mother, removing her dress, and helping her put on the one for the day, and then, she helped her to bride the hair, which was usually done by Missandei. Once ready, Daenerys headed to the Great Hall, to have a quick morning meal and then meet Arya. She was so glad that now the morning sickness was no more, and according to her mother, it will not return, but that can't be said regarding the change of humor.
When she arrived in the Great Hall, Daenerys saw the three sellswords immersed in talks and laughter. Once she was standing next to them, clearing her throat, she asked, "You're the one I was looking for. I want to ask you something about Essos."
"Ask, your grace," replied Bors.
"A golden army with a spike of golden skulls as a banner," replied Daenerys trying to remember everything from her dream, sitting on the chair, at the head of the table.
"The Golden Company," replied Laena, sipping from her cup.
"Who?"
"Beneath the gold, the bitter steel!" responded Bors, raising the glass and drinking the contents, all in one sip, and then put the glass on the table. "The Golden Company is a sellsword company, founded by Aegon the Sellsword and one of his bastards Son, Aegor Rivers, called also Bittersteel. They are the most loyal and once they accept a contract they will never quit it until it is done."
"Loyal," chucked Daenerys but saw Bors look pretty offended. So becoming serious again, he asked, "And how much would it cost to hire them?"
"Everything you have," replied Bors. "In Essos if you want the most loyal army, that will never betray you until the fulfillment of the contract, they are the right ones. But I will tell you a story about them. Aegon The Sellsword swore a vow to his family, that his army will always come to the aid of House Targaryen and his descendants if they are called. So if you intend to hire them, you should go to Essos yourself, find their camp, and as Targaryen and Queen of the North, demand that they fight for you by urging the vows. Now if you will excuse me, I must go back to my men." And he left the room, as did the young man.
Only she and Laena, who kept staring at her, remained, and when the silence was too much, feeling irritated by being watched, Daenerys asked, "Do you need anything?"
"I can't get you out of my head. I try to forget your beauty, but it's too hard for me."
"Listen Laena," Daenerys said as she turned towards her, "if that's too hard for you, you're always free to leave the keep and go stay with your men."
"I know," Laena replied as she approached her, whispering, "Every night I dream of your forms and what your wet pussy would taste like. What would you feel when having my lips on it."
"The only lips I dream about are Jon's. As well as his big cock. But you're overstepping Commander Waters. Don't test my patience. Go and make your conquests somewhere else."
" Forgive me," she replied, bowing and leaving the Great Hall while Daenerys was starting to eat, and waiting for Arya to come.
After having eaten, she and Arya were on their way to the forge as she told her that there was a gift waiting for her from Jon before he left for the Wall. It was a gift for her name day and Daenerys was looking forward to it.
Once there, Eric the blacksmith of Winterfell welcomed them, "Good morning, your grace. Arya."
"I know the gift for the queen is ready, Eric."
"Yes, Arya. Come, my queen." As they entered a room, Daenerys saw two covered things.
When they entered the room, Daenerys saw two covered things.
"And when the blacksmith discovered one of them, Daenerys was struck by what she saw. A shinning armour with the dragon on her chest, a woman face on the arm, and the helmet, with the dragon wings on its side and a Jewell in the center of the forehead.
"It's...it's so...beautiful," she replied as she approached the armor.
"It's Valyria steel, your grace. Impenetrable, and resistant to everything. The inner chain mail, as instructed by his grace, the King, has been padded and adapted to be excellent for the northern weather, and for..." whispering, "Future flights."
She looked at him, surprised and smiled. Then she inspected the armor.
"But this isn't all," said the blacksmith leaving the room, and then returning with something covered in a blanket.
"This is a steel sword of Valyria and a dagger," Eric said, showing her, and it was beautiful. The hilt was black with golden traits and two dragons on the sides, and their tails dropping down to the blade. On the pommel of the sword, there was a blue jewel. But what caught her attention was the Valyrian words on it. "Ñuha dāria. Ñuha ōños. Ñuha jorrāelagon."(My queen. My light. My Love.)
And she felt tears coming from her eyes.
"It's so light," she said, rubbing her hand along the hilt.
" Be careful, your grace. The blade is very sharp. Cut a finger as if it were nothing," said Eric.
"Try the armour, Daenerys," said Arya, and the blacksmith left the room, and Daenerys, helped by Arya, began to put on the armour. It was light, and that surprised her, and it was thin. Once she was wearing it, Arya said, "You're beautiful. A true warrior queen. Just like Visenya and Daena." And she smiled, putting her helmet on her head.
"Why is it so light?"
"Eric is one of the few to know how to reforge valyrian steel, and how to make armor lighter but more resistant."
"Where did Jon find so much Valyria steel?"
"I don't know and I don't want to know. The only thing that you need to care about is that it will protect you," she said and hit her with a knife.
"Arya!"
"You see. Nothing. Let's go now."
When the blacksmith came back in, Daenerys said, "I'll send someone to get the armor, while I'll get the sword and the dagger now."
When she was about to leave the forge, Daenerys remembered that there was a second covered dummy, and so she asked curiously, "What's underneath the other?"
"The armor of the King, your grace," replied Eric. " Also made of Valyrian steel. Or what was left of it, and it was forged with the addition of molten gold to give the armor a golden color.
"Can I see it?" asked Daenerys, who was intrigued.
"No," Arya responded, pulling her out of the forge.
"Come on, Arya, just a little peek. I'm dying of curiosity to see Jon's armor."
"When Jon returns, you'll see it," Arya said. Daenerys pouting crossed her hands on her chest and headed for the Keep, to prepare for the feast.
Val POV
When the night of the feast for the queen's name day arrived, Val headed to the Great Hall. She wore the dress given to her by the King's Mother, a blue one, very beautiful, and she left Robb's wolf, Grey Wind, who had returned with her, in her room with her nephew to protect him.
On entering Val saw a lot of people, who stopped talking when she entered. Val watched around the room, looking for a familiar face, but found no one. Her gaze was caught by a beautiful, tall, rather muscular man, with dark purple eyes and silver-blonde hair.
His gaze also caught hers, and when the woman next to him whispered something to his ear, he started approaching her while taking sips from his cup. Val's heart began to race fast, and when he was close he took her hand and said, "You must be the Princess of the Free Folk, which is the argument of these days," and when she nodded, he kissed her hand and said, "Rhaegar Targaryen, the queen's brother. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Val, wife of Robb Snow, commander of the Royal Army."
"I know that too," he replied with a smile. "Come. Join us. I was just about to play my harp and entertain the guests a bit until my sister arrived. "
Sitting in the middle of the room with the harp in his hand, the man began to play.
"Just wait, though while he may roam,
Always,
A hero comes home
He goes, where no one has gone,
But always,
A hero comes home
Deep in the heart of darkness sparks, a dream of light
Surrounded by hopelessness, he finds the will to fight
There's no surrender, always remember,
It doesn't end here, we're not alone
Just wait, though while he may roam,
Always,
A hero comes home
He goes, where no one has gone,
But always,
A hero comes home
And he will come back on a crimson tide,
Dead or alive
And even though we know the bridge has burned,
He will return
He will return
Someday they'll carve in stone,
"The hero comes home"
He goes, and comes back alone,
But always,
A hero comes home
Just wait, though while he may roam,
Always,
A hero comes home!"
"He's a very charming man, isn't he?" said someone stopping by her side, as the young man was performing.
"Yes," she replied. "Even though I've seen more fascinating men."
"I don't think so. These Valyrians have such a...I can't describe it. Their purple or blue eyes and their silver hair are unique and attractive."
"I'm sure that from where you come there are many women and men with these traits," replied Val, recalling some of the stories Robb had told her during their conversations.
"I'm Laena Water, Commander of the Hundred Spears."
"Val.…"
"Princess of the wildlings and wife of a Commander. So, would you like to join me for a drink?" she heard the woman ask.
Val nodded, but at that moment they heard clapping and turning towards the entrance they saw her. Queen Daenerys. And she was the most beautiful and attractive woman that Val had ever seen, especially since how shining she was this evening. The king was indeed a very lucky man. She wore a beautiful dark blue dress and her hairs were untied, and some locks were left free to drop down her cheeks and over her breast. Val also noticed the small baby bump on her belly. Apparently, the queen was pregnant, and the king was not here to assist her. It must have been this that upset her on the day of her arrival when she mentioned her sister Dala's death in childbirth.
"You know, I'm a little jealous of Jon for the chance to taste that delicious flower," said Laena sipping from her cup, and looking toward the queen, and this picked up her curiosity.
"Are you attracted to women?" Val asked, sipping and looking toward Laena.
"Woman, man, for me it's the same. If I like, I'll try," Laena replied, continuing to sip from her goblet and look toward the queen, who was receiving gifts of the court.
"Val, Laena, I hope you enjoy the feast," said the queen greeting them, with a goblet in her hand.
"Of course. Your brother was entertaining us with his magnificent voice," replied Laena.
"I see," and in fact, almost all the women of the North were mesmerized by his voice.
"Then I leave you to the feast," she said, heading to her table, and they headed to another to drink, and eat. She was very hungry, and the deliciousness that the feast offered made her mouth water. Surely their kitchens are better equipped than their feasts.
Daenerys Targaryen POV
While the feast was continuing through the night, and thus the passing of her name day, Daenerys decided to go to the Godswood. She needs some peace and quiet, especially considering that someone might be attempting her life, thanks to Melisandre's warning. In fact, were present, Roose Bolton, Ramsey Bolton, Catelyn Tully, and many other lords, and especially that bastard Daario Naaharis who kept smirking at her while talking to Ramsey, who also had a sneer.
Her stomach turned to the memory of kissing that monster and having his hands on her body, and she immediately brought her hand under her nose to prevent the nausea. Daenerys thanks every day the Old Gods for giving her the strength not to cross that step with the bastard, by giving herself to him, and she will also do everything in her power to prevent that bastard from marrying a Northern maiden, or any other maiden, before she takes his head off his neck.
"Are you all right, daughter?" asked her mother.
"Yes," responded Dany, "it's just that I feel like I'm going to throw up remembering that I kissed that rapist bastard, that I thought I was in love with him. I can't imagine what would have happened to me if I had followed my impulsive head and married that monster."
"Don't think about it anymore, Dany. He and his damn father will get what they deserve when Jon and all the soldiers return."
Daenerys nodded, and said, "I need some fresh air. I'm going to the Godswood."
As she left the Great Hall, Daenerys headed for the Godswood, with her sword and knife was hidden inside her white cape given her by the King's Mother.
Once in Godswood, Daenerys sat on the trunk of the Weirwood, savoring the peace and the fresh air that was there that the night brought. Putting her sword on the ground, Daenerys began to rub her belly, which was growing. She still didn't feel the baby kicking, but it definitely wasn't long until then.
They have not received any more news from Jon since he left the first wildlings camp. The Night's Watch informed them that a storm was approaching, and this worried her even more.
Putting her hands on her belly, she said, "I'm sure your daddy is fine, despite your mother's concerns. And he stroked it a bit.
After a while, Daenerys heard voices coming from the entrance of the Godswood, saying, "Well, well, well, boys, look what we have here."
"A girl, all alone, and far from the feast," added another. Daenerys watched them, considering her options. She dismissed the guards who accompanied her, and so she was alone. But that didn't mean she couldn't defend herself, and she had a sword of valyrian steel.
" Then we shall take turns," one said, laughing as they were approaching.
Daenerys with a smirk in a sensual way said, "Come closer. My cunt is already ready for all of you."
They laughed and one of them, approaching and starting to unbutton his pants, said, "What a great slut! Ready to taste all our cocks."
She continued to smirk, and when two of them got too close, Daenerys drew out her sword, and with a single cut, slit their throats. The blade was truly sharp if it could cut so fast and with one single purpose. The two fell to their knees, with blood coming from their mouth.
"Whore!" shouted one, drawing out a knife, charging at her, and Daenerys with a move that she learned from Arya, slit his side, and then pierced his heart, with her Valyrian's sword, Dreamfire.
But one managed to knock her down to the ground, trying to stab her. Daenerys lost his sword during the fall. Quickly, she tried to reach the knife on her side, stabbing the man several times and screaming. In the meantime.
But there were two other men, and one of them grabbed her by the hair, and dragging on the ground, making her lose her knife. Daenerys screamed and kicked, but she couldn't free herself. One of the two men kept her on the ground, by her shoulders, while the other man started to open her coat.
"The whore is pregnant," said the man who was over her, "That makes me even more excited. I've never had fucked a pregnant whore!" And he began to lift her dress, that she had during the party.
"No, no, no!" screamed Daenerys in tears, and trying to kik. She is Daenerys Targaryen, Queen in the North. She was a dragon. And she won't let herself be raped like some whore.
The man hit her on the face, hard, saying, "No one will save you now whore!" and she could fell that he was stroking himself.
Just when she thought that everything was lost and that the man was going to rape her, Daenerys heard a growl and the weight that was on her was gone.
Then the man who kept her on the ground by the shoulders stood up drawing his sword out, to charge against her savior, but at that moment Daenerys heard a second growl, and someone calls her, "Daenerys!"
Recovering, Daenerys stood up immediately, crawling with tears in her eyes, to search and take the sword. It was at that moment that Daenerys saw the ones who saved her. It was Ghost with his bloody snout looking at her, and another gray direwolf that for sure belonged to Arya.
And in fact, she saw her kneeling next to her and hugging. Something very rare from Arya, and Daenerys, she wept in her arms.
"Let's go inside, Dany. I'll send someone to take the bodies away and find out who was the one to send them."
Nodding, Daenerys, stood up recomposing herself, and wiping her tears from her cheeks and eyes, she picked up her sword and knife, and both headed toward the Keep.
" It seems they have messed with the wrong woman," said Arya chuckling. And so did Daenerys, trying to leave behind this nasty nightmare.
Once in her room, Daenerys asked Missandei to prepare a bath for her while she was on the bed, with her mother stroking her, and she was immersed in her thoughts.
"It was definitely that bitch of a Tully, who sent them," said her father in anger, bringing her back from her thoughts in this way. Almost everyone from her family, left the feast the moment she returned to her chambers. And the most furious was her father because she didn't want guards in the Godswood.
"Or it was Quentyn Martell. He still wants her. Jon's warning wasn't enough. Now that Jon is beyond the Wall, Quentyn thinks he can easily enter into the capital of the kingdom, and kidnap the queen," intervened Arya, and then add with a smile, "A queen who has sharpened the claws and teeth of the dragon."
And Daenerys offered her a smile too. "And I owe it all to you."
"Or that bastard of Daario Naaharis," replied her brother. "I should march on his castle and demand his head."
"And we would be defeated," replied his father. "We don't even know if it was him to sent them."
"This cannot pass without punishment, Aerys," Her mother said, looking at her father. "You need to find out who did this, and bring him to the king's justice."
Sighing and passing a hand over his face, her father said, "I don't think we have much choice. The men are dead. And they were probably just drunkards, thinking they'd found an easy girl with whom they could have fun."
"But..."
" Enough Rhae. Daenerys has to take a bath and then rest. I'll put 5 Unsullied at the door..."
"And I will sleep with my little girl. Come, Daenerys."
"She is no longer a child, for the Old Gods, woman. She is a queen, and soon a mother."
"She will always be for me. And she's only 18, Aerys." And with that, pulling her by the hand, her mother leads her to the other room. Daenerys smiled, knowing very well that her father will always do what her mother asks, especially because as he likes to say, "he doesn't want to wake the dragon." Almost every argument between them ends with her mother always on the victory side, but Daenerys know that is because he loves her, and so he let it go.
Once in the bathtub with the very hot water, Daenerys savored that beautiful moment, while holding her hands on her belly. She could have lost her child tonight, her beautiful and innocent child, that hadn't born, yet. Their child. Jon's and here. Jon's. She smiled to herself, as she was stroking it.
After drying herself, Daenerys lay down on the bed, on Jon's side, and on his pillow, and after extinguishing the candles, her mother also lay down on the bed.
"Sleep, my daughter, and have peaceful dreams. And leave this night behind you."
And with that Daenerys closed her eyes falling asleep.
Val POV
The feast was continuing, even though the queen left, with the music and dances keeping going. Almost everyone present from what you could see was completely drunk, and so was Val. Drunk and full.
"So. How is yours, husband?" asked Laena, sipping from her goblet, she too was drunk.
"What do you mean?"
"I've never met Robb Snow, but since I've been here I've heard a lot of stories about his great appetite in regarding the women, and I thought I could have given him a try, but sadly he wasn't here. So how is he?"
"Very handsome. Brown hair, blue eyes, the body of a warrior," replied Val while continuing to drink from her goblet.
"Hmm...and in bed. Are the stories they say true?"
"I don't know what the stories say, but he's very gifted in that aspect, considering that he's the best lover of the previous two that I've had."
"Two? Very interesting. And any of them was a woman?"
"No, but I'm open to them if you want to try," and without hesitation, Laena, rising on her elbows leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. And she returned it. Sure, this kiss wasn't reaching to what she and Robb exchanged their first time, but it wasn't bad. And considering that these Northerners were as cold as their nights, and Laena was the only one who was good, why not try, until Robb's return.
"Shall we go to my room or your room?" asked Laena, looking her in the eyes with a smirk.
"In yours," Val replied almost with a whisper, feeling her heart beating fast for the anticipation and wetness between her legs. "In mine, there is my little nephew and Robb's direwolf." And standing up, taking her by the hand, Laena led her to the exit of the Great Hall.
When she arrived at Laena's room, Val stopped and said, "I can't stay all night, my nephew is..." But Laena silenced her by kissing her on the lips.
Once inside the room, and with the door closed, they began to take off their clothes, and her body waited anxiously for what was about to happen. When they were as naked as the day they were born, Laena pushed her onto the bed, and landing over her, attacking her lips again, as she traveled her hands over Val's body.
After a few passionate kisses, Laena began to kiss along her swell breast before taking the nipple into her mouth, biting down a little. Val moaned and felt Laena mouth on her other breast. And when she did this, Val could feel her wet pussy stoking over her thigh, and Laena's moans.
Then, leaving her tits, Laena began to travel downward, leaving a trail of kisses, arriving at her thigh, and Val could hear Laena slowly breathed warm air over it, near her pussy.
Val closed her eyes, touching her tits, and felt Laena placing her lips around Val's bud and sucking in the same way she'd sucked at her nipple. She sucked gently, but firmly, running her tongue in circles, licking hungrily at the sweet, tangy juices.
She easily inserted first one finger, then two. She continued to suck and lick, throwing in an occasional, gentle nip at the flap of skin covering Val's clit. Each time she pulled her lips away for a moment, she alternated between blowing a breath of cold air or a breath of warm air. Val looked lost to the world, with nothing left in her mind, but her own cunt and her need to cum.
Laena continued to leak and stroke and thrust the finger in her pussy, between the moans and the cries of Val, and after a while, she comes all over Laena's face.
"Old Gods. That was..."
"Wonderful. I never had Fucked with a woman until now," said Laena, weeping her mouth and coming up to kiss her. She could taste herself on her mouth.
"What Robb Snow will say about you when he finds out about this," asked Laena, after some silence, making circles around her nipples and breasts.
"Nothing. But he will surely want to join us," replied Val, caressing Laena's arm.
"If the end of the world is coming, then this is the best way to spend it."
"It won't be ours but his. I saw the determination in the young king's eyes, and if he should fall, he'll make sure the Night King will fall with him," replied Val. That was one of the many traits that struck her about the young king.
"I know. It's the same determination with which he and his Unsullied troops saved us from the Dotrackys. In my whole life, I've never met anyone like him."
"The queen is lucky," replied Val, feeling a little envy.
"And so is he. They'll do great things once this darkness is extinguished."
"Now, enough with these talks. It's my turn," Val said, rolling Laena on her back. This will be a very long and enjoyable night.