Chapter 38: Seastar

Essos...

Rhaegar Targaryen POV

After the meeting with Aegor Targaryen, Rhaegar headed to Volantis after hearing that the Khalassar of Khal Drogo would sail from there, and therefore wanted to see the size of such an army if it was going to attack the North.

As they were approaching the harbour, Rhaegar could admire the magnificence of his First Daughter and its great harbour, which could contain all Braavos within it.

At that moment besides the great fleet of Volantis, Rhaegar saw about a hundred or so ships, of different sizes, with the Lannister emblem on their sails. The proud golden lion on the red background.

"A power to be feared, isn't it, Lord Rhaegar?" said the captain of his ship.

"It is," replied Rhaegar, not taking his eyes from the fleet. "Hide the banner of the wolf and the dragon, Captain. There are enemies in the harbour and in the city. I don't want them to sink there before they even enter the city," he added, looking toward the old sea wolf.

Once their ship was docked at the dock, after Rhaegar had prepared himself, he said to his men and the Captain, "Stay on the ship and wait for my return. Do not show your emblems, and if anyone asks what you trade, say ironwood, and furs from the North," his men nodded, and Rhaegar, descending from the ship, added, "I won't be gone long. I just have to take a look," putting the hood over his head to hide his Valyrian features.

Walking through the streets leading from the port to the city center, Rhaegar noticed that there were no citizens of Volantis outside, surely because of the Dothraki army that was passing through it.

Finding a spot on a street from which he could observe them, Rhaegar noticed that the only ones who were on the edge of the streets in the market area were the merchants who occasionally bartered something with some Dothraki warriors.

Observing the Khalassar instead, Rhaegar noticed that the warriors did not wear armor, almost everyone had at least one bow, while their swords were curved. Not a good weapon against the armor of Westeros. So it will not be difficult to defeat them, especially with the coming winter.

He then saw a large, muscular and very menacing man, with a long-braided tail and a mustache, on a black steed, in the midst of the Dothraki, who were walking on foot, but still leading their horses.

In that instant, while he was watching the Khal his gaze was caught by a very beautiful young girl with long Targaryen silver-gold hair and a heart-shaped face. For a moment their eyes intertwined, and she grinned, almost as if she wanted him to follow her, but then when four Dothraki saw her, they started to walk towards her laughing, and she immediately turned walking away.

Rhaegar, worrying about the young girl, knowing perfectly well the intentions of those savage Dothraki, he headed towards that street, following them.

Turning the corner, he saw that one of them grabbed her by the neck, pinning her against the wall of a house and her hand above the head, while another began to lift up her dress. The other two, on the other hand, were a bit far away, getting ready with their cocks in their hands.

Taking advantage of that distraction, silently and slowly unrolling Blackfire, Rhaegar approached them, stabbing one of the Dothraki, piercing his skull.

This caught the attention of the others who said something threatening in their language, that Rhaegar didn't understand, ready to attack him, but he, with slash and elegance, beheaded them instantly by spinning his sword, one even through the sword, with which he was protecting himself.

After cleaning Blackfire of their blood with his cloak, Rhaegar turned his attention to the young lady, who, seeing her up close, was even more beautiful than she was when their glances intertwined, helping her to rise from the ground.

"Are you all right, my lady?" Rhaegar asked, and when their hands touched he felt a feeling of vibration or bond formed between them, but he immediately abandoned that thought.

"Now that you are here, yes," she said, smirking, looking into his eyes, and at that moment he noticed her beautiful But with a particularity. They were mismatched. One dark blue, the other bright green, and if some would think that was a flaw, it made her even more beautiful to Rhaegar.

"Now that you've killed them, the others will come looking for you and kill, slowly."

"Yes, maybe," said Rhaegar, never breaking eye contact with the lady, nor ever letting go of her hand, who replied in the same way, "Well, if you're not going to let go my hand, or even go away and hide, perhaps I'd better take you to safety."

"Lead the way, my lady," said Rhaegar, as she started to walk, leading him through small streets between the house. He could hear the riding of horses and screams, they increased their pace, reaching a house, and the young lady opened it, entering inside before closing the door.

Now the young girl, whom Rhaegar did not yet know the name, was leaning with her back to the door, always looking him in the eyes. She, being a bit shorter than him, she looked up while he looked down, glancing between her lips and her eyes.

Gods, what was happening to him. Why this sudden attraction to this woman with Valyrian traits, who he even didn't know, but wanted to fuck.

"My name is Rhaegar," he said, bringing her hand up to his lips and giving a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Of House Targaryen."

"Shiera Seastars," she said, smiling, "Of Lys."

Of course. A Valyrian whore from Lys with, seductive arts and for sure that know sorceress. But still, he couldn't pull away from her. He wanted to kiss her beautiful lips.

"You weren't in danger before, were you?" asked Rhaegar, intrigued.

"No. I wanted to see what you would do," she replied almost in a whisper, after licking her lips seductively, and that made his cock stir in his pants.

So, Rhaegar leaned towards her to kiss, but he stopped a few inches from her lips.

Not wanting to overstep, and upset the lady, especially because of what was going to do Rhaegar started to back away, but what happened next made him speechless. The young maiden, placing one hand behind his neck, pulled him down to her, making their lips collide with each other. And it feels so good. Better than any woman he had kissed in the past

They stayed like that for a moment, savoring that magnificent moment until he slowly tried to open his mouth and attempt to put his tongue inside hers, obviously without too much pressure, which she accepted anyway.

The next thing that Rhaegar know was that her back was against him, and he was pinning her against the door, kissing her on the ear lobe, and slowly down her neck and shoulders, keeping his hands on her hips.

She, on the other hand, started to ark her back, pulling her ass more and more toward his cock, who was hard as a stone inside his breeches.

Gods, he really wanted to be inside her but not yet. Instead, he started to lift her dress up slowly, as he was kissing her on the lips, pulling it up till under the breasts, that were pressed against the door.

As he keeps kissing her, Rhaegar with one hand grabbed Shiera by the neck, who made a painful moan, and with the other, he slowly brought her on the girl' soaked pussy.

"Gods, you are so wet," he said, whispering in her hair, as he started to stroke her, and still holding by the neck.

He increased the speed of his strokes over her numb, that he found, and she was struggling to stay up, squeezing her thighs, and moaning loudly, but he was keeping her up by the neck, and pressed against him, whispering seductively.

After a while, he stopped, making her confused, and when she asked, "Why did…" he turned her immediately and grabbing her ass, Rhaegar lifted her up. Her legs now were wrapped around him, while he still was pinning her against the door, asked gazing in the eyes. "Where is the bed?"

"Up the stairs," she said, and so he, turning around, carried her upstairs, and he could feel her wet cunt against his tunic. Reaching the bed, gently laying her upon the silk sheets of it.

Before he starts to do what was on his mind, Rhaegar wanted to see her fully naked body, so slowly, he placed kisses on her belly, and going up, feeling how she was breathing, and then he started to rise her dress till over the head, freeing her beautiful, big and full breast, with the pink or most read nipples, that seems already hard and ready for him to suck.

When he tried to take her necklace out, she stopped him and in a treating way said, "Never touch my necklace, do you understand?"

And he nodded, returning back to kiss and squeeze her breast, making her moan, "Such beautiful breast you have," Rhaegar said.

After giving both of them the same attention, Rhaegar started to move down, towards where his destination was.

Lifting one of her thighs up, Rhaegar kissed her inner thighs, then glancing up, seeing her looking down at him, and biting her lips.

When he placed his mouth attached to her cunt, Rhaegar heard her gasping, and a few second after, he forced his tongue inside of her moist heat, making her moan with pleasure. He looked up and saw that her eyes were closed as he brought her pleasure.

He starts to thrust and move his tongue deeper and deeper inside her wet cunt, and then he starts to insert his finger into her core. First one and then another, making her scream of pleasure as he inserted two.

It did not take long until he felt her muscles tightening around his fingers and her body starting to shake as he brought Shiera to her climax.

"Oh Gods…. Rhaegar….!"

He looked up at her and saw her arching her back, squeezing her breast and nipples, with one hand and with the other she grabbed his head. He smiled as he kept on kissing and licking her wet pussy, making her moan and scream, and keeping her steady by the thighs.

"Rhaegar…. I'm about…." She moaned, pressing even more his head against her cunt.

The next thing he heard was Shiera, screaming out in pleasure as he brought her to her peak and as her juices were expelled from her cunt. He smiled as he lapped and suck up all the juice her cunt had to offer.

Wiping his mouth, Rhaegar stood up watching this beautiful woman, who was breathing fast, smiling, and still with open legs.

Opening her eyes slowly, rising up on her elbows, putting her magnificent tits in plain sight, Shiera looked at him, and with a serious look, "Why the fuck are you still dressed!"

Without hesitation, Rhaegar rose up, and took off his clothes immediately, and after had taken his cock hard in hand, stroking a bit, he started to approach her, but she with her foot stopped him, "No my dear lord. I'm the one that is leading this game."

He, smirking, said, "I'm at your hand."

She smirked too, rising up and coming before his member, starting to stroke him slowly. The moment she placed his hand on his member he immediately groaned by the good feeling.

"What have we here. A big coke ready to be sucked," she said, giving a kiss to the head, "and ridded."

As she was stroking his length, Shiera started to tease the tip with her tongue, making the pleasure almost unbearable, and he was using all his dragon strength to not spill.

Then she slowly, took him in her warm mouth, always using her tongue to tease the head.

"Gods…Shiera…" groaned Rhaegar, as the woman started to move her head up and down his length, and by every movement she was taking in inch by inch, until he was completely buried in her mouth, hitting the back of her head.

Instinctively, because of the great pleasure he was feeling, Rhaegar placed his hand on her head, caressing her hair, and as she moved her head up and down, he pressed her for a memento, making her gag.

"Sorry," he said, when she pulled away, but after looking at him, she took him back in her mouth.

Rhaegar closed his eyes again, moaning, feeling that soon he will come, but when she stopped, he looked at her confused for a moment, asking, "Why are you-"

"Lie down on the bed," she said, in a commanding tone.

He did as she asked, lying on the bed, and after a few seconds she was on top of him, pressing her wet cunt over his hard cock, who was desperate to be inside her.

"Now I'm going to ride you like no one before," she said, whispering, and capturing his lips. Her big breast pressed against his chest and he grasping the check of her arse.

Rising a bit, Shiera took his cock in her hand, she started to rub the head of his against her cunt in a very slow and teasing way, moaning and smirking with closed eyes.

Then, positioning the cock at her entrance, she slides slowly down over him, and it was so painful. She was so tight that was almost crushing him and almost drawing him inside. But so warm and welcoming. He knows that she wasn't a maiden, but still, so tight.

She moaned as her cunt swallowed him whole and he released a growl of pleasure. Smiling at him and placing her hands on his chest, Shiera began to rock her hips.

Then she started to move her hips slowly, and Rhaegar was carrying his hands along her side, first on her him, then on her ribcage, enjoying the way his cock was moving inside her and feeling as he was touching her womb.

Before long she was riding him hard and fast and without mercy, and Rhaegar loved the way her tits were jumping at the rhythm. Gods, she was so good at this. She must have had so many men in her life, and that brought him a lot of jealousy.

After a few moments, Rhaegar rose up, hugging her, and clashing his lips to hers with a passionate kiss, but Shiera keep moving her hips.

And then he thought her on her back, starting to thrust in her, so fast that they may break the bed on how it was shaking.

"Rhaegar I'm about to…" she moaned as he silenced her with a searing kiss, giving powerful thrusts that were echoing through the room, or was that what he thought. Their bodies were sweating, and she was scratching his back with her nails, as she came, and he with a great groan, came too, shooting his seed deep inside her womb, falling on her chest, careful not to crush her. They were both breathless, and once his cock was softening, he pulled out ling on the bed, next to her.

In that moment she started to laugh hard, and he was confused at that. Didn't she enjoy as much as he did?

As he was looking at her beauty from the side, Rhaegar heard her said, with a fast breath "We aren't finished yet. I want you to take me from behind and fuck me so hard and fast that I'll not be able to sit."

"Yes. But first, let me recover," he said, breathing fast, despite his cock was hardening again, only because he heard that he will be again inside her.

Rhaegar was sitting, leaning against the headboard of the bed, while the young girl was lying beside him, naked as her namesday, gazing at him.

With her thumb on her lips, while she was resting her head on one arm, she asked, "Why did you fuck me?"

"I don't know. It was stronger than me. I couldn't stop my body from the call hunger he was feeling for you," he said, but in that moment, another thought came to his mind.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. But in all this I didn't ask you if you were already married," Rhaegar said, looking at her, feeling bad about it. Having been with the woman of another man. Making her cheat on that man. What a horrible feeling.

"What if I was?" she asked, grinning, never breaking the contact of their eyes.

"I'd feel guilty and..." he stopped not knowing what else to add as his gaze travelled along her naked body.

"You are lying. You didn't feel guilty when you fucked me like a dragon, or when I rode you," she said, and Rhaegar chuckled lowering his head. The guilt had faded away in an instant and only the lust remained.

"Are you married?" she asked, and Rhaegar didn't know whether she was jealous or not.

"No, I'm not. I had a betrothed, but it was broken," Rhaegar said, "But that woman is only a distant memory now, replaced by you."

"Oh, so it's so easy to forget her?"

"Yes," he said, looking her in the eye. "Especially when I'm looking at the most beautiful woman in this world."

"I'm not," she said.

"What?"

"I'm not married. It's been years since I lay with a man," she said all of a sudden. "In fact, I feel so lonely." And Rhaegar saw some sadness on her face, but still couldn't tell if it was true or false.

"Then come with me to the North."

" To the North?"

"Yes. I'm leaving for home today. Come with me," he said as he stood up, and going over her, making her lower, and lying on her back.

"As your mistress?" she asked, placing a hand on his face, then tracing his lower lip with her thumb, but Rhaegar shaking his head, said, " As my wife."

"Wife?" she chuckled, brushing his hair behind his ear, then placing her hand back on his cheek.

"I will be no one' s wife because I don't want to be anyone's property."

"You will not be my property, but the Lady of the Dragon Castle, Shiera," said Rhaegar sincerely.

"I have nothing to offer you," she grinned.

"Your love is enough for me," he said, bending down, and kissing her on the lips. "So, what is your response?"

"We will see," she said, smirking as he was kissing and biting her neck. "Now fuck me."

In the North...

Daenerys Targaryen POV

She was in a snowy, destroyed village full of bodies. The village was located on one type of peninsula, with the sea-bathing its beach and the Rocky Mountains on the other.

Then she saw it on the mountain, white shadows with blue eyes looking down, and the crowned one raised his arms and all the dead on the ground rose.

As she looked around, her gaze landed on Jon, who was surrounded by the undead, and who was fighting like he had never done before, cutting left and right, swinging ice in an inhuman way.

But then she heard a scream, almost like the cracking of ice on a winter lake. And she saw a white shadow with blue eyes charging towards Jon, on what looked like a giant icy spider, holding some type of frozen spear in his hand. She immediately shouted to Jon to make him to warn him about the enemy that was coming towards him, but Jon, lowering himself and with lethal strikes, managed to kill the spider and with it the one who rode him.

But then she saw him fall on his knees with an icy arrow stuck in his chest.

"Jon!" shouted Daenerys, waking up suddenly and seeing in that very moment, armed men entering the door, followed by Dacey and SmallJon, who lit the room with their candles.

"Your Grace, are you all right?" Dacey asked as she approached the bed.

"Yes," she said, putting her hand on her head that started to hurt. "Why?"

"We heard you screaming, and Winterfell was attacked. We thought you were in danger," Dacey said.

"Yes, just a bad dream... What?" she asked and jumped right out of bed.

From the crypts to the city gates was left a trail of death and destruction of houses," Dacey said, "We sent Grey Worm and the Unsullied there."

"I need to see how my parents are, Arya..."

"Your Grace," Dacey stopped her before she could get up. "I've sent men, but you don't have to strain yourself. Do it for the child. Stay here."

And Daenerys, though hesitant, nodded, as Dacey stood up and started heading for the exit. But at that very moment, they saw Grey Worms running towards them.

"Se morghe emagon sīmonagon, ñuha dāria." (The dead have risen, my queen.)

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Morghe vali sīmonagon lēda kasta laesi se hīghagon hae se pryjagon hen suvion va iā sōnar nāvar," said Grey Worm. "Yn se Dovaogēdy kelitan zirȳla lēda se zīrtys perzys." (Dead people rising with blue eyes and agonizing screams. / But the Unsullied stopped him with the Dragonglass.)

Dead men raised, thought Daenerys. How did this happen on this side of the Wall? While she was thinking, she remembered what Dacey said, of trails of destruction from the crypts. The Queen of the Night.

Turning to Dacey and SmallJon, she said, "Accompany me to the crypts."

Leaving the room, heading there with Jon's cloak on her back.

Once there, Daenerys saw the doors of the crypts destroyed and trails of ice towards the inside of them. This was not good at all.

She started to descend the stairs slowly, trying not to slip because they were frozen.

"Your Grace. Be careful," Dacey said, but she wasn't even paying attention. Her mind was all focused there. To the sealed door that was holding the Night Queen.

As she passed through the dark and icy crypts. The cold air inside made her skin freeze, thus making Jon's fur cape tighten around her even more, but she squeezed it as if it was her armour. The deeper she went into the crypts as she approached her destination the more cold mist was waiting for her.

"Your Grace, I don't like this. You should go back," Dacey said, unleashing the sword, but Daenerys ignored her and continued.

When she reached her destination Daenerys exclaimed, "Shit!" Seeing the seal broken and the door wide open. Dread was grabbing her heart, realizing what it meant. She immediately brought her hand to her belly, feeling the child kick and she immediately leaned against the crypt wall to support herself.

"Your Grace," Dacey ran to her. "Are you all right?"

"Yes. We must find Master Luwin," squeezing her eyes, and taking some breath, feeling the cold air through her throat, "and send the ravens to the Wall to warn them. Jon is in danger," she said as the baby stopped kicking, and recovering, she started heading for the exit.

After informing the master to warn the Wall, Daenerys summoned the lords who were present at Winterfell for the trial and her family, to inform them of the situation.

Upon entering she saw them present, but not her mother who was with her father yet.

Turning towards them, standing by a fire, Daenerys said, " Forgive me, my lords, if I woke you up in the middle of the night, but Winterfell has been attacked."

"Attacked? By whom?" asked Glover, in his strong voice.

"By the Night Queen and the dead men," replied Daenerys looking towards him, not even her beliving the words she was saying.

"dead men?" asked Karstark in disbelif.

"Yes, Lord Karstark. dead men rised by the White Walkers," she said, looking to all the Lords.

"Are you afraid of dead men, Lord Karstark?" asked Ashara Dayne.

"No, Your Grace. But what the queen says are just tales to frighten the children."

"You wouldn't think that if you saw them," Val said.

"If I wanted a Wildings whore's opinion, I would have asked." Said Glover turning toward Val in an angry voice.

"Enough!" said Daenerys, raising her voice. "That you don't believe the words I say, I can accept it, but insulting one of my guests I won't accept it. The Free Folks are our alias and I won't allow you to insult them."

She looked first at all the lords, and then she looked towards Val, who smiled and nodded.

But when she turned again to the lords, she was met with a strong slap on the check, which almost made her lose control, and fall, but fortunately, she was helped by the Wolfsguard.

Recovering from the slap, Daenerys saw an angry Sansa Stark, screaming, "What have you done to my brother, whore." While SmallJon was holding her back.

"What do you mean?" asked Lord Bolton, stepping forward. And when Daenerys looked towards him, she saw Ramsey Bolton smirking at her as he watched her.

"I've been looking for my brother Brandon all over Winterfell, but he's not here. That whore made him disappear. She no doubt had him killed so she wouldn't have a legitimate rival to the North Throne for her bastard."

"Jon, please escort Lady Sansa to her room. And make sure she doesn't leave it."

"Princess Sansa," said Sansa, correcting her, shaking from Umber's grasp, before she left.

After Sansa was taken away, Daenerys said to the Lords, although she answered more to Bolton, "Lady Sansa could not find her brother Brandon because he was the one who freed the Night Queen. Not by his own will, of course, but because he was manipulated."

"Or maybe it's a story you made up to hide your assassination of Prince Brandon," Bolton said. And she was starting to get tired for him always turning what she said.

"Made up," said Daenerys. When she saw The Unsullied at the door, she told them, "Maghagon zirȳla issue." (Bring him in.)

And when the men went to take the undead inside, and the doors were opened, a cold wind blew out all the torches and candles that lit the hall, thus giving a gloomy air to the inside.

The lords began to speak between each other, but stopped when they heard the undead screaming.

"What the bloody hell is that?" asked the old, fat Lord Manderly, who was standing back for a moment.

"An undead Lord Manderly," said Daenerys, staying away. Even she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Impossible," said Glover, observing him, and at that moment as the guards pulled him from side to side, Grey Worm pierced him with a spear into his heart, not killing him.

Then one of the Wolfsguards cut him in half, and the undead kept on moving, while Daenerys remained silent.

"The only thing that can kill them is obsidian," said Grey Worm, taking the spear with the tip of Dragonglass and penetrating the undead, to whom Ramsey Bolton had meanwhile approached, bruised and intrigued.

"It's not possible," said Glover.

"What is so difficult to believe, Lord Glover? A dead man walking in front of you? Or the fact that the Free Folk was right regarding the true enemy, and that the king was right to go beyond the Wall to save them."

"I believe this is enough for us as proof of the true enemy," said Jorah Mormont, when Glover didn't respond, and stepping forward, "His grace has all the support of the North in this," he added as he approached Bolton.

Daenerys was glad that Mormont was the first to take his side. After his father left for the Wall to join the Night's Watch, Jorah Mormont become the new Lord of the Bear Island. When his first wife died, Mormont took a second wife, from the southern Kingdoms during a tourney in the Kingdom of the Reach and where he was knighted, but the woman left him when they were on a journey in the free cities on behalf of the King. Since then he didn't take another one.

"Yes, indeed, she had," said Bolton.

"Now, after seeing this abomination, we all can agree that the true enemy had returned, no matter how we denied it," said Daenerys to the Lords, and pointing of course at the dead men lying on the floor. "We only fought a handful, but our beloved King is fighting thousands beyond the Wall.

"Yes, you are right. We are facing monsters from stories to scare the children," said Manderley, sighing. The turning to the Lords, he added, "I believe the time has come for all of us Lords to return to our castles and start training all those who are able to hold a sword. Soon we will need everyone to fight in the great war." And all the lords agreed.

"Thank you, my lords. Now that you know the truth, I hope you will not question the king's words when he returns. And I hope you will no longer be hostile to the Wildings."

"They are Northern people like us," said Jorah Mormont, smiling at her, surprising her again with his words. And Daenerys smiled back.

Then when the Lords were leaving, Daenerys stopped Bolton saying, "Lord Bolton, I hope you will now be loyal to the king and never question our words again."

"House Bolton will always be loyal to House Stark," said Roose Bolton in his cold stare, bowing. "Your grace." And leaving the room.

"Your Grace," said Ramsey Bolton, smirking, making a mocking bow and leaving.

"Be careful, Daenerys," said Ashara as she approached, "I don't like the way Ramsey Bolton looks at you."

"Don't worry, Queen Ashara. I'm not afraid of him," Daenerys said reassuringly, even though the truth was different.

"I hope so, Daenerys," said Ashara, taking her hand.

"So that's what my brother is facing Beyond the Wall," said Arya, approaching the body of the dead man, and then stopping to look at him.

And so did Daenerys. Watching him, Daenerys' heart clutched at the thought that her beloved Jon is facing Beyond the Wall. Thousands of undead and perhaps their Masters.

"And Arthur and Robb, and all those who followed him," said Ashara, as she approached the body.

"How many weapons have you made with this Dragonglass," asked Bors, the sellsword, looking at the body too.

"Not enough," replied Daenerys. They had many men, but few weapons that could kill them. Especially because it needs time to mine it and they were still waiting for the ships from Ashai, promised by Melisandre, to arrive.

"Hopefully Jon will return as soon as possible and inform us of their weaknesses. The only thing certain that will kill him is this material."

"Good," said Bors. But before he left the great hall he added, "Lady Catelyn wanted to hire us to put her son on the throne, but now I don't think it matters anymore."

"Damn that woman," whispered Daenerys. "Find the woman and lock her in a room." She told the guards.

"I'm not surprised that she tried that. We need to keep an eye on Sansa. But now we should all go back to rest," Ashara said. "Especially you, Daenerys. The time for the little one to come to this world is approaching, and you need to be rested."

Daenerys nodded, smiling, caressing her belly, feeling a kick from her baby. She was so big, and Maester Luwin said that there may be a possibility that she is carrying twins. She would love twins a son and a daughter.

"Though tonight will be hard to forget. And tomorrow we'll have a lot to discuss about this," added Ashara leaving the hall, after giving her a kiss on the check.

Daenerys nodded, and after taking one last look at the undead, headed for her room, with a mind full of concern for Jon. Especially because of the dream she had this night, and it was the second time she did so, but now the answer was clearer. The Night Queen will kill her Jon.

Catelyn Tully POV

After the trial, Catelyn sent a raven to Edmure to tell him to meet her at White Harbour in secret, and before leaving, she instructed Sansa to never let Bran out of her sight and especially let him go to the crypts. Catelyn had a bad feeling about it. She never liked that place. Too dark, too cold.

She'd been in this inn for a weak now, waiting for her brother's arrival, and now she was about to lose patience.

But when she prepared to leave, she heard a knock at the door.

She pulled out her knife and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me Cat," she heard her brother's voice on the other side of the door. Opening it, she was immediately hit by a passionate kiss when Edmure's lips collide with hers, his hands on her neck, and his tongue invading her mouth.

She moaned for a moment lost in this passion as she backed towards the bed after he closed the door with his heel.

Catelyn knew what they were doing was wrong. Incest was a sin according to the Faith of the Seven. The bastards were a sin. Which is why she stopped this passionate moment by pushing him away.

Edmure looked at her confusedly and asked, "Catelyn, what's it?" Approaching her.

But Catelyn raised her hand and stopped him. "No, Edmure. This is wrong..."

"If I remember the first time you enjoyed a lot when I was thrusting in you from behind in the old tower..."

"Stop!" she said angrily. "That was a mistake of youth. And that's not why I asked you to come here."

"I know why you did it, Cat," he said, taking her hand and making her sit on the bed next to him, where a little before he did. Sighing, he added, "But you know that until our father draws his last breath, I can do nothing."

"Then you have to make his journey to the afterlife faster," Catelyn said, feeling horrible about what she was suggesting.

"Have you lost your mind, sister? How can you ask me that?"

"Do you think it's easy for me to ask you something like that? But it's for the good and the future of my children. For our daughter," she said. Catelyn knew how much Sansa meant to Edmure, being his only daughter. And she intended to use that to make him kill their father and spur him to march North.

Sighing and crossing his arms in front of his chest, he asked, looking down, "How is she?"

"She's well, for now. But as long as the bastard and his Targaryen whore, who currently rules the North, sits on the throne, she will always be in danger, especially if the true father is discovered."

"Did you tell her the truth about me being her real father?" Edmure asked, looking her in the eye.

"No. And she will never know. That was a mistake of youth and she can never find out. It's for her future."

"Eddard Stark found out and you killed him for it, didn't you?"

"He wanted to send me away and especially to keep me away from Brandon. I had no choice.

"All right, sister. If you want me to help you put Brandon on the throne, you'll have to marry me.

"Marry you?" she asked chuckling. "Have you lost your mind? In the eyes of everyone, we are siblings."

"If the Targaryens can do it, so can we," he said, stopping a few inches from her face and she could see his hardness in the tunic.

Licking her lips, she said, "All right, but not before ten years."

"Ten years? I should wait another ten years..."

"When Bran grows up and is ready to rule, I will become your wife and queen. And Sansa will be your heir."

"So be it," he said, smiling, starting to untie his pants, releasing his hard member who pointed at her face and almost brushing it.

She ignored him for a moment, but with her eyes on him, she asked, "How long to gather all your strength?"

"Give me a month and you'll have 30,000 men ready to march," he said.

"Then I'll warn Bolton to get ready," she said, looking him in the eye and avoiding looking at what was in front of her.

"Now suck my dear sister. I've waited seventeen years for this," he said, grabbing his cock, and pointing it more in her face.

She sighed, pushing him away a bit. Then she lifted her dress over her head and threw it away, being now naked in front of him.

"You are more beautiful than I remembered."

Kneeling down, she strokes him a bit and taking him in her mouth, a she touched her breast.

It had been almost two years since she hadn't sucked a cock and after such a long time it was a little strange to have something invading her mouth.

Two weeks later...

Jon Stark / Daenerys Targaryen POV

After almost two weeks of hard journey, Jon, his men and the Giants finally reached the Wall, and now he was watching their entrance through the Wall under the hate and judgmental gaze of the members of The Night's Watch, who kept whispering between them.

"They hate me, and they hate you," Jon commented when he saw the Lord Commander Rodrik approach him while watching the members of The Night's Watch.

"Yes. But they should be grateful. Without your help, the Wall will not stand against the White Walkers," said the Lord Commander, and Jon nodded sighing. And he heard the Lord Commander add, "Before we leave for Hardhome, we need to eat, wash and rest."

"There's no time," Jon said, shaking his head. "The dead march on Hardhome. We don't know where they are at the moment or when they will get there, but I know we have to get there before they do and get those who are there in safety."

"Your Grace. We need rest. You must rest. Especially after you had fought so many enemies beyond the Wall. If not for you, do it for your young queen, who I'm sure is eager to see you again. If we leave for Hardhome tired, hungry, our forces will abandon us before we complete our mission."

Jon did not respond by turning away from the Lord Commander, he headed towards Tormund and Mance.

Once there he said, "Tomorrow the giants and mammoths will start their march towards Winterfell. Those who are in Hardhome, instead, we will take them to White Harbour and from there to Winterfell."

"We have to create our own land, our own village. Besides, there are too many of us for your city anyway," replied Mance.

"You will after we destroy that Icy bastard. Besides, my queen is already giving orders to expand the city," replied Jon, or at least he hoped. A lot of months had passed, and he didn't know how things were really going in Winterfell.

"You are their Magnar now. Har! They will follow every order you will give them," said Tormund leaving and Mance, after looking at them he left too.

Sighing Jon saw Mors Umber, the one who temporarily commanded the army at East Watch, approaching him, because almost all of them were Umber, and Willys Manderly, who surely arrived with the fleet.

"Your Grace," they greeted him.

"Ser Willys. Mors Umber," nodding. "What news from the capital?"

"The Queen is expecting your heir..."

"Really?" he asked, smiling and enlightened. This news brought great joy to him and lit a flame in his heart that would warm him in the cold moments when he will journey to Hardhome. "And tell me Ser Willas. How is she?"

"She is well, in good health, and doing a very good work in ruling the North with the advice of Lord Aerys and the Hand of the King."

Jon smiled, but the smile disappeared when he heard the next words, "But she was attacked the night of her birthday party."

"What?" Jon asked, feeling the anger start to light up and his blood boiling.

"But she's all right," said Willys Manderly to reassure him, but it wasn't working. He was filled with anger, with himself for not being there for her, and with the Wolfsguard for not protecting her.

"Who did it, Ser Willys? Who tried to kill my queen?" asked Jon, almost in a threatening way.

"I don't know, your grace. I only heard that it may have been Mero Naaharis."

"Damn them!" Jon said, shooting. He will skin those damn Naaharis alive and the Liege Lord of Bolton, and then he will impale them outside their castells.

Deciding to change the subject, then diverting his mind from that, he asked, "Ser Willys. Is the fleet ready to go?"

"No, Your Grace," he said, lowering his head.

"Why?" Jon asked, feeling his anger growing. They had to leave at once so that he could return to Dany as soon as possible.

"The sea is restless and makes it difficult to set sail, though the wind would be in our favour. If we were to set sail, I don't know how many ships will reach our destination and how many will be destroyed," said Ser Willys, almost afraid surely because of the anger boiling up inside Jon.

"I intend to set sail before nightfall."

"Your Grace. I beg you. We need to wait a little longer," said Ser Willys, in a pleading way.

"We will," came a voice from behind him and as he turned, Jon saw it was Arthur. "We will wait for the sea to calm down."

Approaching, he said to him, "Before I left, I promised your mother that I would protect you. We have..."

"And when you did that? Before or after you fucked her?" Jon interrupted him, angrily, gritting his teeth.

"Jon," he heard someone warn him.

"No, Ben," he said, raising his voice. "We've all seen what's there. And that it's marching against us. So, don't try to protest. And you, my Wolfsguard," he added, turning to those who accompanied him, "Try to defy my orders again and I will have your head."

After that, he headed for the stairs up to the top of the Wall, but not before ordering Manderly to prepare the ships.

It felt so good to be on top of the Wall. The fresh air caressing his face and the little wind waving its hair.

The icy chill that was coming was able to extinguish the anger that he felt and the blood that was boiling.

As he savored that moment, Jon glanced first beyond the Wall and then to the South. It was so different. On one side was the darkness that brought the cold winter from the home of the Others. And to the South, the warmth of the brightly coloured sun that warmed their homes.

"A magnificent view of the North, isn't it, Your Grace?" Jon heard a voice say and saw Viserys Targaryen approach him.

"Indeed, it is," replied Jon, looking back towards Winterfell. He knew why the dragonknight was here, but he had no intention of arguing. The decision was made.

"Despite my dragon blood warming my body, my balls are freezing. Especially at such a height," the Dragonknight held his arms wrapped around himself as his lips were trembling.

"You should be inside the castle, then, warming yourself," replied Jon glancing down. "We leave in an hour."

"Well, someone has to watch your back on this cold wall," replied Viserys jokingly, and it made Jon chuckling.

With his gaze still on the horizon, Jon asked, "You're here to tell me that I've gone too far down there and that we shouldn't leave without resting first."

"Oh no, Your Grace. I would never do that," replied the silvery-blonde haired young man. "But yes. You haven't shown a great example of royalty and leadership down there."

Coming to stand next to him, and looking toward the horizon, Viserys added, "With all due respect, your Grace, the way you treated Ser Arthur was not good. He is the most loyal of your soldiers and he would be the first to step between you and an arrow. I know that him having sex with your mother makes you uncomfortable or more. Fuck, even I would be pissed if my mother would have been fucked by someone else if my father died. But..."

"Do you think that's why I acted like that down there?" snapped Jon, angrily, interrupting him and looking at him. "We've all seen what's beyond the Wall, Vis. And it's marching against us. More than 50,000 people are in Hardhome, and for every hour we delay, their end is approaching."

"I know Your Grace. But to save him we need to be full and rested. Do you want to go back to Winterfell and embrace Daenerys or die there because you're too tired? Do you want your son to never know his father and grow up without him?"

And Jon sighed lowered his head, knowing Viserys was right. His son will never be safe and will never know him, and neither will Daenerys if he dies beyond the Wall.

"You're right," said Jon as he calmed down and looked back towards the horizon.

"I can't believe my little sister is pregnant and I'm going to be an uncle," said Viserys chuckling.

"And I can't believe I'm going to be a father," Jon said chuckling. "But if I'm honest with you, I was surprised that your father gave me your sister's hand in marriage, considering your family marries between brothers. Rhaella and himself, are brother and sister."

"Well, my father always knew that I would inherit the Dragonknight's cloak along with Dark Sister in the Wolfsguard," Viserys said, stopping for a moment. Then continued, "While between Rhaegar and Daenerys, there wasn't that love and desire that bound my father and mother. Don't take me wrong, Rhaegar loves Daenerys very much and he will protect her and die for her without hesitation. But it isn't romantic love sexual attraction. Maybe it's because of the age difference, or perhaps it is because without realizing it, she had already given her heart to someone else."

"Yes, Daario Naaharis," Jon said that name with contempt and felt great jealousy, especially since it wasn't him who gave her the first kiss.

"I'm not talking about Naaharis. But about you. That bastard came later."

"What?"

"Daenerys has been in love with you since you were children. Or at least since you gave her that kiss on the lips under the Weirwood Tree."

"And when did I do that?" Jon asked confusedly, not remembering the slightest bit of that.

"When you were eight and she was seven. You may have forgotten, but she didn't. Anyway, she decided not to illude herself of a future with you because you weren't interested, and Daario came along the way. First with flowers, then kissing her cheek, then the forehead, caressing her hair, telling her sweet words..."

"Enough!" snapped Jon interrupting him angrily. He felt the blood boiling inside because of the anger and the jealousy, and then he felt Viserys hand on his shoulder.

"What I meant to say was that if you die beyond the Wall, my sister will follow you to the grave," said Viserys. "I saw the look on her face when we left, the love she had for you. She never really looked at Daario like that and I don't want to see her leave this world in pain, or with a broken heart."

Jon nodded, sighing, and putting his hand on his heart first, then placing a kiss on the palm, he blew and said, "May the winds of winter bring this kiss to my beloved Dany."

And before he descended, he saw dust of ice, rising into the air heading towards Winterfell. He smiled, knowing that the Old Gods were carrying his to Dany with the Winds of Winter, and so he headed down. Towards the keep. He needs to apologize to Arthur for how he behaved and put something in his belly.

Meanwhile, in Winterfell...

Daenerys was on the walls of Winterfell watching the great snowy desolation in front of her, which surely led up to the Wall, with her trusted direwolf, Ghost besides her. She could feel the fresh air caressing her skin, and almost tried to freeze her dragon's blood, but Jon's fur coat protected her, keeping her warm. Her and their baby.

Daenerys giggled at this situation. She had so many warm fur coats she could wear, but here she was, standing on the walls, wearing Jon's fur cape.

But the truth about it was that this way it was as if he was her himself and that these were his welcoming arms wrapped around her and her belly.

"You shouldn't be here in your state," Daenerys heard a voice say, and turning around he saw that there was Missandei.

"He is a prince of ice and fire, and the icy winter will be his rule, why should I not make him accustomed to this climate from my womb," Daenerys said, looking back towards the wall.

"You shouldn't worry about the king. I am sure he is safe and sound, and returning to you," said Missandei as she approached her.

"What wife doesn't care about her husband's life. A man she loves."

"I'm sure he's all right, Daenerys," said Missandei, again.

Turning around, Daenerys gave her a faint smile, but sighing, she replied, "I wish I was as optimistic as you, Missandei, but the Night Queen's escape has crushed all my hopes for his return because I know that she will go to look for him and kill him. She told me she'll take everything from me before she kills me too."

"She won't do it. Before she can reach you, she'll deal with Winterfell and the 10,000 Unsullied who are here."

Daenerys chuckled at the words of her friend who came to her side and took her hand.

"Is Catelyn Tully back in Winterfell?" Daenerys asked. The woman was still unaware of her son's disappearance, and Sansa was locked up in her room so that she could calm herself. Daenerys sent men to look for him, but she knew what happened to Brandon.

After some silence, Daenerys heard her say, " I bet you won't leave your rooms for three days when he returns."

"For a week," ran Daenerys, giggling. "I'll tie him to that bed until I'm completely satisfied." Getting the laughter of her friend.

Feeling the cold rising, because soon night will come, Daenerys first placed her hand over her heart, then planted a kiss on her palm, blowing it, and whispering, "May the Winds of Winter carry this kiss to my beloved Jon Beyond the Great Wall."

After a few seconds, she smiled to see the air, lift the ice dust and with it take the kiss away. Turning towards her friend, linking her arm with Missy's, she said, "So, my dear Missandei. I want to know everything that happened between you and a young Unsullied commander."

Getting her friend's laughs on the way to the Keep with Ghost escorting them.

East-Watch by the Sea...

As he entered the Great Hall of East Watch, Jon saw his men already sitting and eating, along with the Night's Watch. As he approached the table, they made room for him to sit down and he and Viserys started eating too a hot meal of deer meat coming from South of the Wall and sending it down with some ale. While the others were finishing eating.

Jon watched the men with the tail of his eye, seeing that everyone was silent, and Arthur had his head down, surely ashamed of the situation that had happened before.

After a while, and after sending another piece of meat down with the ale, he said, "Ser Willas, we're not leaving today, but tomorrow. Just you, me, the ship's crew, Tormund, Mance and the Lord Commander Rodrik."

"What?" Benjen asked, stopping to eat, and then he started coughing for sure because it went sideways. "Have you lost your mind?"

"No. All of you will return to Winterfell."

Everyone started to object and, in that moment, the Lord Commander Rodrik approached him and gave him a scroll.

"Enough!" shouted Jon angrily, making it echo through the hall, silencing everyone. After giving them all a warning look, Jon unfolded the scroll.

To all the Night's Watch on the Wall,

I, Daenerys of House Targaryen, Queen Consort of the North, send you this letter to warn you of an imminent attack from the South of the Wall.

An ancient enemy has awakened from ancient times, swearing vengeance against everything and everyone. The ancient Night Queen, mistress of the Night's King, dread of the Nightfort.

I implore you to engage all the defences of the Wall so that she doesn't pass otherwise it will be the end of us all.

Daenerys of House Targaryen, Queen Consort of the North.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Jon.

"What is it Jon?" she asked, and Arthur and he handed him the scroll. After reading it, they all passed it on.

But Jon's mind was filled with it. If that woman has escaped, then Dany is in even more danger. He'll need everyone to protect her.

"Your Grace, the Nightfort has fallen and with it all the men who commanded it."

"What?"

"And pieces of ice started falling from the Wall."

"But that's impossible," said Jon, and at that very moment they heard, something big hit the Keep. They're fucked if the Wall falls.

Getting up, he said, " We leave at first light. The rest of you will go to Winterfell. There is no room of objection for that. The Queen will need you," and they all started to object again.

Before he left the room, he added, "If you defy my order again, I will have your head instantly and without hesitation." Leaving the room.

He had to rest for a while, clear out his minds and send a raven to Dany. Now that the danger has increased, he'll have to be even more cautious about it, when he reached Hardhome.