Chapter 42: Red
In the North...
Winterfell...
Different POV
Daenerys was in her room playing with little Aeinon when she heard a knock at the door. "Yes." And she saw Missandei come in.
"I beg your pardon, Dany, if I disturb you, but your brother Rhaegar has returned, and Lady Ashara wants you to join her in the Great Hall urgently?
"Why?" asked Daenerys, picking up her son, and started to rock him for a moment.
"Your brother has returned with a beautiful woman, and they seem very close. Dowager-Queen Ashara fears your father's reaction if he should arrive there before you."
"Oh Gods," said Daenerys, putting Aeinon in the cradle, and telling Missandei to stay with him before heading there quickly, followed by the four unsullied and by SmallJon, who give Dacey the change turn for sure.
Dany knew her father's temperament, and if by chance Rhaegar had married that woman in Essos he would be beyond madness.
Upon entering the Great Hall, Daenerys saw that her father was not there yet, and released a sigh of relief.
"Rhaegar," Daenerys called as she approached him, and his brother turning around smiled at her, picking her up in a big hug. "I'm so glad you've returned safe and sound." she said, whispering in his ear and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Me too, little sister," he said, returning the kiss. "And Queen Ashara has informed me of the most recent events of the capital."
"Yes," she said, smiling.
"I can't wait to meet my nephew," he said, smiling, and giving her one of that looks that were usually usede when they were children, and she knew that he was aware about Raya. Ashara must have told him of their plan, and that was good for when he returned to the Dragon's Castle.
Remembering, however, that there was a lady accompanying him, clearing her throat, with her hands intertwined in front of her womb, Daenerys asked, looking towards the woman, "Rhaegar, are you going to introduce me to the beautiful lady that is accompanying you?" and the woman came closer to her, and by the Old Gods she was beautiful. With Valyrian features, she could see, Daenerys. Silver-blonde, long hair and with two mismatched eyes. And her face was resembling like the forms of a heart.
"Of course. Sister, may I have the pleasure of introducing you to Lady Shiera Seastar of Lys," said Rhaegar smiling, showing with his hand, and when Daenerys looked toward him, she saw his purple eyes glistening with love and lust.
Thought hearing the name Lys, put Daenerys on alert, because according to the tales there, there were only whores. And this will be a great problem with their father if Shiera was one of them.
"Lady Shiera. This is my sister, the Queen Consort of the North, Daenerys of House Targaryen by birth and House Stark by marriage."
"A pleasure to meet you, my lady," Daenerys said as he approached her more closely.
"The pleasure is all mine, Queen Daenerys. The Bards are singing of your beauty from the frozen lands of the North, to the free cities of Essos and beyond," replied the woman smiling, and by the gods that made her even more beautiful, and almost bewitching.
"I thank you," said Daenerys smiling back, breaking out from this bewitchment. "But I'm really curious how you and my brother met," she added, waving to her to sit at the table, but at that moment her father came in, shouting, "Rhaegar!" Startling everyone.
"What have you done?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows, and Daenerys feared the outcome of this. H
"Father?" asked his brother, confusedly.
"Who is the woman with you?" he asked angrily as he approached Rhaegar, and so did Daenerys, to make sure the situation did not escalate, even though her heart was beating fast.
"This woman is Lady Shiera Seastar of Lys, and she is my future wife," replied Rhaegar.
Then all of a sudden, her father burst out laughing, saying, "Wife? I hope you're joking."
"No," replied Rhaegar very seriously, and taking the woman's hand, who looked at him for a moment, and Daenerys couldn't understand what was on her face. Surprise, proud, or something else?
"You will not marry a whore from Lys who has fucked hundreds of men and who is also a bastard," said her father angrily, approaching them even more, with the help of the stick, which did not diminish at all the fear in others he was insutilling.
Hearing the word bastard cached her attention even more, because Shiera never said that was one, but Daenerys doesn't dare to interrupt this conversation and ask him how he knew.
However, what her father said, didn't seem to stop the woman's tongue, who, letting go of Rhaegar's hand, stepped forward and said, "I haven't fucked hundreds of men and..."
"She's not a whore!" said Rhaegar, raising his voice, defending Shiera and stepping again next to her. That was a rather unusual thing for him to do, considering he'd never done it before, and it wasn't even a lord's son act to defend a whore.
"You must have clearly been bewitched by this whore," said her father with contempt and ticked off the last word.
"Don't ever call her that way again, Father," said Rhaegar with clenched teeth, but it was the woman who placing her hand on Rhaegar's shoulder to stop him, stepped in front of him, saying, "I don't need you to speak for me, Rhaegar. I can defend myself. "
"Then speak. Let's hear the lies that will come out of your whoring mouth," said her father, releasing a bored and, careless sigh.
"I am Shiera, daughter of Aegon the Sellsword, and Serenei of Lys."
"Impossible," said his father, shaking his head and with an expression. "Aegon the Sellsword lived more than a hundred years ago, when my family was exiled."
"Yes, and I am in fact 126 years old," replied Shiera with a grin on her lips.
"Lies. You haven't-"
"I was imprisoned in the House of Undying in Qarth. There, time is unchanging because of sorcery. And that is precisely why I remained so young. Precisely this is the age that I had when they kidnaped me," said Shiera.
Then tagging a breath, she added once she was a few inches away, "But you already know this, Aerys of House Targaryen, because I asked your help in the Dragon's dreams long ago. I pleaded you to come to Qarth, but you ignored my pleading," and leaving them all speechless. It seems Rhaegar too wasn't aware regarding this, and that made her wonder what other secrets she kept away from him.
"How did you escape from the warlocks? " asked her father, recovering from the shocking revelation, with tightened eyebrows. "And I want the truth."
"I was helped by Aenys brother of Aegor, Commander of the Golden Company. He was a master of trickery, a thief, a burglar, and even more, who managed to trick the warlocks and enter the House of Undying, but unfortunately he died before I could reward him properly," replied Shiera, smirking towards Rhaegar, on who's face Daenerys could see a clear jealousy. "However, one of the reasons I'm here is for Queen Daenerys Targaryen."
"Me?" Daenerys asked, taken aback by that.
"Yes, and now, you and me, are going to another room alone and have a good conversation," replied Shiera, turning towards her, and Daenerys very curious about it, nodded, pointing her hand in the direction to go, stopping the Unsullied and SmallJon from following her.
After Daenerys and Shiera left the room, Rhaegar turned his attention back to his father, asking him, "What happened to your leg?"
"A fight with Mero Naaharis in his trial."
"That damn him!" Rhaegar cursed, filling himself a goblet of wine, too, and then swallowing the contents in one gulp. His son was even worse. And Rhaegar will never forgive himself for welcoming him into his ring of friends and almost calling him a brother-in-arms. Hell, he even sometimes thought that he would be a good match for Dany. "You should have killed him the moment he tried to reap my mother."
"You think I haven't tried!?" snapped his father in an angry way. "But the bastard got away before I could do it and I didn't have any proof to show King Rickard. The deed was not done, thank the gods. And the Boltons would have protected him not to mention that damn southern Master Walys would have persuaded the king on this matter, calling it nonsens."
"Damn Bolton. I still don't understand why we don't do something, Father," said Rhaegar. "By all the gods. We have the men and we have the resources, but we're delaying the attack, giving Boltons time to arm themselves..."
"They'll soon be destroyed, don't worry," his father said, taking a sip from his goblet.
"What do you mean, father?" Rhaegar asked confusedly.
"This is not the place to talk about that. The walls have ears," his father whispered, "Anyway, with the trial by combat, I got my revenge on Naaharis."
"Yes. With an injured leg," blurted out Rhaegar, filling his goblet again and taking a sip.
"Yes. But it was worth killing the bastard. Although I'm sorry for worrying your mother too much. That poor woman was by my bedside the whole time I was healing."
" She did it because she loves you, Father," said Rhaegar chuckling, and thought whether Shiera would do the same if he was wounded.
"I know. And I love her. It's one of the reasons that I didn't give a damn about a woman who was asking for my help in a dream."
Rhaegar, instead, ignoring the last part that his father confessed, asked, " If you know what it feels to love a woman so dearly, why are you against my union with Shiera?".
"Because she's a whore, she's much older than you and above all she won't be able to give our house an heir." Rhaegar wanted to argue about it, but before he could say anything, his father added, "I hope that besides fucking with your Lyseni whore, you have accomplished the mission of hiring the Golden Company," said his father, filling his goblet.
"Yes. But they won't be available before a year."
"A year!?" shouted his father, placing down the chalice when he was about to drink. "Couldn't you offer more than who hired him?"
"Our word is good as gold." It is the motto of the Golden Company. They'll never break a contract. It's worth their honour and above all, their respect," Rhaegar said, shaking his head. Not to mention the commander who was leading them was a prick and not even an honourable man. He doubts that he would even come to Winterfell. No mater if his last name was Targaryen.
"All right. So we don't have the support of the Golden Company. What else happened during your journey in Essos?"
"Tyrion of House Lannister tried to hire the company too."
"For the Conquest of Westeros, of course," said his father, taking another sip of wine, gazing fixedly at the table.
After some time in silence, his father asked, putting aside the goblet, "Why did you go to Volantis? Your mission was to find the Golden Company and come back."
When the Lannister was staying at the Company' s camp, I heard rumours of their alliance with a Khal, and that the Khalassar was on his way to Volantis. So, I wanted to see it with my own eyes and make sure the rumours were true," replied Rhaegar. And luckily, he did, otherwise he would never have met Shiera.
"What do we care about the alliance between the Lannisters and the savages?"
Taking a sip from the cup, Rhaegar said, "King Tywin promised him Daenerys in exchange for his help in the conquest."
"Nonsense," said his father, taking another sip from his goblet. "The Khal doesn't even know her."
"A witch told him that the silver-haired dragon woman, who lives in the desolation of the north, will carry his seed and give birth to the Stallion who will mount the world," recalling the revelations Shiera made him about it.
"Who told you this? Your whore?" said his father, chuckling and Rhaegar was tired of him calling her a whore, but before he could say something, his sister and Shiera return.
"What's going on?" Rhaegar asked, getting up, seeing her quite serious.
"Nothing," answered Daenerys. "Just a conversation between ladies." Then, looking towards their father Daenerys added, "If Rhaegar wants to marry Shiera, the crown will support him in this, and you cannot disinherit him."
Rhaegar was surprised by what she said, knowing perfectly well that with that she had made an enemy of their father.
"Then I will disown him and forbid him to place a foot at the Dragon Castle. He will never be the future Lord of Dragon Castle and House Targaryen. And I will make sure that his whore will die in pain."
"You cannot do that father, if the crown will support him in the marriage."
"There is only one way he will marry that whore and become a Lord. With my death. And I have no intention of dying soon."
"Not only with death, Father. Lord Jeor of House Mormont has joined the Night's Watch, leaving his son as the new Lord of Bear Island."
"You wouldn't dare to do that. You need me, because without-"
"With all due respect, Father, in these dark times I need her more than I need you. And I'm sure you'll do whatever it takes to kill her. So, you will leave for the Wall tomorrow and join the Night's Watch."
Before the Hand of the King could object, they saw Master Luwin come in, who said with a bow, "Excuse me, Your Grace. I come to inform you that Robb and the Wildings have arrived."
"Thank you Master Luwin. Tell him and those who accompany him to come here," said Daenerys, heading towards the Great Wolf Throne. She had already met some of the Wildings before they went back to the wall, so she knew how to deal with them.
Meanwhile, as she awaited their arrival, she was joined by Grey Worm with more Unsullied, and Arya accompanied by Val.
After a while Daenerys saw Robb enter followed by some Wildings Leaders, and she smiled to see him so changed. Hair and beard a bit longer, some scars here and there and his armour with some scratch.
Watching him approach the throne, Daenerys wondered how Jon looked after so long time. How much he'd changed, and especially how much she's missing him. But there was a small fear that he may have forgotten her, that he may have found warmth between the arms of a wilding woman.
"Your Grace," he greeted her, bowing, and therefore bringing her back from the bad thoughts.
"Robb," she said, smiling and getting up to give him a hug. "Welcome back."
"It's good to see you again, Daenerys," he replied, returning the hug, even though he was looking at someone else behind her, precisely a woman with hair of honey colour. "I see you're no longer pregnant, so I suppose the baby is already born."
"Yes. I'll have you meet him later," Daenerys said, smiling and not wanting to go into detail in this hall.
Turning her attention to those who were with him, Daenerys said, "Welcome to Winterfell, clan-leader of the Free Folk." spotting some familiar faces, and some unknowns, as they approached.
"Why did you bring the free folk to Winterfell, Robb?" her father asked, approaching them, and looking towards the clan-leaders. "I thought they would be split into the various castles to defend the Wall."
"Pieces of ice are falling from the Wall, Lord Aerys. Jon is afraid that soon the Wall will fall and-"
"Of course it will fall," said Shiera Seastar, " its magic has weakened, "and the power to keep the enemy exiled to the lands of Always Winter is weakening too."
"How do you know?" Robb asked, and Daenerys saw the confusion on his face, but she wasn't. Not after the revelations Shiera made to her.
"Because I'm a sorceress," said Shiera grinning, putting the Wildings on alert for a moment, and even Robb was shocked about it.
"So, the great wall will fall?" asked one of the Wildings, stepping forward without fear, and Shiera nodded.
"Soon King Jon will be back with the Free Folks who are at Hardhome," Robb said, turning his attention to the leading clans, "and we will start the preparations for the defensive line and how to use it."
"Aye," they said, all together, and nodding.
Then the same man who had spoken before asked, "Where will my people stay?"
"In the northern part of Winterfell. New warm huts have been built recently," said Daenerys looking towards him. "But may I know your name?"
"Sigorn son of Styr, Magnar of Thenns," he said in the common tongue, and with a funny accent. And Daenerys nodded.
"Turgon Nudha. Urnēptre se jentys skoriot pōja idañe kessa umbagon. Yn gūrogon enough vali naejot mīsagon ao."
(Grey worm. Show the clan-leaders where their people will stay. But take enough men to defend yourselves.)
"What did you say him?" Sigorn asked in an almost angry tone, taking a step forward, which warned the Unsullied who were present putting them in a defensive way, and with spear out, and so did the Wolfsguard, who took a step forward, placing themselves between her and the wilding.
"It's nothing," Robb said, standing between the two sides in the great hall. "I'll show you where to go."
The young Clan Leader growled for a moment, and nodded, walking away, while Daenerys released a breath of relief.
Before leaving the room, Robb approached Val for a moment, whispering something that made her smile, before leaving after giving her a bow.
"Once there were few left in the great hall, Rhaegar said, "Well, now I don't think anyone will dare attack Winterfell. Or the North itself."
"Aside from what you have revealed and suggested, is there anything else I need to know, Lady Shiera?"
"No."
"Good. Then I'll leave you. I must get back to my son, and I'm sure you all have very important things to do," said Daenerys leaving the room, not before giving a warning glance to her father.
A few hours later...
Robb closed the door with his heel as he kept kissing Val and meanwhile, ripping the dress off her body. She instead was helping him with his armour, leaving a trail of pieces behind on the ground, until all that was left was his trousers, while Val was completely naked.
When they got to the bed, she fell on it and Robb over her, ready to free his cock and thrust inside her. But Val, stopping him, said, "I've been with someone else in your absence."
"Who?" Robb asked, looking into her eyes, trying to figure out if she was joking.
She didn't answer immediately, starting to rub her thumb on his lips, and looking at them, she says, "A Mercenary."
Robb looked down for a moment, trying to swallow what he had heard, and he knew perfectly well that he deserved this. He fucked a lot of women and break the heart of many of them, and Val was one of the most beautiful, it was normal that sooner or later she would find someone else.
"Did he make you happy?"
"Yes, very much."
"Where is he now?
"On a mission on behalf of the Queen," replied Val, resting her hand on his cheek, she asked, "Are you disappointed?"
Robb thought for a moment what he was really feeling when he heard those words, but didn't know the response to that. So, sighing, he replied, "No, I'm not. I certainly wouldn't have expected faithfulness from you and that you would have waited for me for a year." after a few seconds of silence, glancing down at her belly, he asked, "Did you get pregnant with him?" not really wanting to know the answer to that.
"No. Because she's a woman."
"What did you say?" he asked, returning his gaze back at her in an instant.
"It was a woman," Val said, chuckling and rolling them over. Now she was on top of him. "But cast aside the thought of here, and let's fuck." She Whispered, grabbing his cock and placing him at her entrance, before coming down on him. Making him gasp for the sensation.
Nine months without fucking. Gods, he couldn't believe that he resisted that much. And Val started to rock her hips, and Robb brought his hands on her tits.
This will be a long night. But tomorrow they will have to talk about the Sellsword lover.
After having fed little Aeinon, Daenerys was ready to put him in the cradle, that was next to her bed, but at that moment she heard a knock on her door.
Not knowing who it was, and considering that her chest was still bare, Daenerys said, "One moment." And after she put her little puppy in the cradle, and adjusted herself, she headed for the door.
Opening it, Daenerys saw that it was just her brother.
Smiling in a whispering tone, he asked, "May I come in, little sister?"
She nodded, opening the door, and stepping aside to let him in. "I see you're alone. Where is Lady Shiera?"
Walking in, after kissing her forehead, Rhaegar replied, "Around Winterfell. He wanted to visit in memory of the old times and see how much it has changed since then."
"Do you trust her, brother?" Daenerys asked, still with the mind full of the revelation. But most importantly, with what she suggested.
"Yes," he answered without even thinking. As he approached her son. "So, this is Aeinon, my nephew and future king of these lands."
"Yes, if we survive the bane that will come upon us," she replied, as she approached the cradle, and watched as her little one was sleeping peacefully.
"You don't have to worry about Raya. You know there are no safer arms in this world than those of our mother," Rhaegar said, wrapping his arm around her seeing the worried face of his sister.
Daenerys, sighing, placed her head on his shoulder and said in a low, breaking voice, "I know. But that doesn't lessen the fact that I miss her dearly. I held her in my arms for such a short time..."
"It's only a week, Daenerys. "What will happen when you have to walk around the North with the Lords, accompanying Jon?"
"I know, but it feels like ages for me," Daenerys said, squeezing her eyes to shut her tears because of how much she missed her daughter. "To be away from her is as if a part of my heart is missing and even more."
"O my little sister," he said, hugging her and giving a kiss on the forehead, then lying on the bed for a moment, with her on his shoulder.
After some silence, during which Daenerys had calmed down, Rhaegar asked, "Any news of Jon?"
"Yes," she replied, Rhaegar glanced down at her, seeing the big smile on her lips. "Master Luwin gave me a scroll from White Harbour, sent by Lord Wylis Manderly, informing that Jon is on his way to Winterfell. "
"Then soon you will be able to embrace the love of your life in your arms again," Rhaegar said, squeezing her, and kissing her on the forehead, making her giggle.
"Speaking of the love of the life, I suppose Lady Shiera of Lys is yours," said Daenerys.
"Yes. The way I feel about her, I've never felt about a woman before. It's something very deep that binds us. "
"You love her so much."
"Madly."
" And how did you two meet?"
"In Volantis. I saved her from the Dotrakhi."
"Dothraki?" asked Daenerys getting up worried. Melisandre warned her about them, about a Khall that was coming for her.
"Yes. The fiercest warriors from Essos. And it is a very large Khalassar who sailed from Volantis as an ally of the Lannister, and with the ships of Volantis."
"Khal Drogo," blurted out the name Daenerys.
"Yes. That is the name I heard too. But how do you know him?" looking at her with a confused face.
"Laena Waters, the commander of the hundred spears, has mentioned to me that a certain Khal Drogo wants me because he says that I will give birth to the stallion that mounts the world. And the priestess of Asshai, Melisandre, has also warned me that a black stallion would come from desert lands."
"I understand," said Rhaegar, sighing. And then after some silence he said, "I heard some news about a certain young girl from the North with silvery-blond hair, stepping out of a burning house with a small dragon in her arms."
"Yes," she said, getting up and running towards the chest. Her dragon was still quite small, so she kept him in there.
When she returned to bed with him in her arms, Rhaegar was speechless at the magnificent creature. He was red and black, with red eyes, and the size was not big. "He is beautiful," Rhaegar said, trying to caress him. "What's his name?"
"Syrax," said Daenerys smiling.
"Why Syrax? Why after the dragon of a woman that almost destroyed Hose Targaryen?" asked Rhaegar, trying to suppress the rage inside him. Of all the Targaryens ruler from the past, she was the one that he hated the most.
"I don't know. I liked the sounding," said Daenerys caressing the dragon too.
"He is beautiful. The first dragon after more than a hundred years," Rhaegar said, making her crack in laughs.
As he was caressing Rhaegar said, "Dany, regarding our father-"
"The decision is taken, brother. He will leave tomorrow at dawn. And after that I will inform the Lords of the north regarding this decision. I hope to find a new hand soon."
"This will break our mother's heart, Dany. You know how much they love. How many difficulties they have overcome together."
"I know. But we can do nothing regarding that. If he will stay in the North, Shiera is dead. And after the revelation she made to me, I need her, Rhae," she said, avoiding his gaze, and rising up to place back in the chest her dragon.
Sighing rose up too, and before leaving he said, "Don't send the raven to Dragon's Castell. I will be the one to tell her. After all, I'm the one that placed you in this situation."
Daenerys only nodded, and Rhaegar left the room, to head back to his, where, Shiera would wait for him, he hopped.
Two weeks later...
Ramsey Bolton POV
Today was a great day for him, full of good news for the future and the fulfillment of his plans.
And now he was heading towards the room of his things. Or to be precise, his object of pleasure. The late Lady Stark. Or was it Lady Tully? It didn't matter now because he only called her Red when he or his bastards fucks her.
But pleasure had to be set aside for now, and leave the way for power.
Entering, the room was luminous, the window open, the bed a mess, but she, Red, wasn't there. Or at least that's what Ramsey thought, until his gaze settled over a corner where she was sitting, Red, clutching her legs to her chest, and her hands wrapped around her knees. Her hairs were a mess because of the constant grabbing while she was being fucked in this time since she has been here, but seeing her with a robe on, pissed him off, and shaking his head, he said, "Red, Red, I thought I was clear about how I want to find you when I come in this room. Naked as your name day."
She didn't answer and he could see her trembling for a moment with her gaze staring straight ahead.
As he approached, Ramsey lifted her up, despite her opposition. " Come, Red. I didn't come here for that," he grinned, and then added, "Or maybe not yet. You'll have to do something for me first."
She kept trembling, hugging herself, and looking down.
"Will you help me with something important?" Ramsey asked, grabbing her by the chin and lifting her up. Well, she sure was a mess in the face. He will have to have to give a speech to his bastards about how to treat her. Especially Damon Dance-for-Me. He may be prettier than the others, but that doesn't give him permission to mistreat a pretty face like the Red. After all he needs to fuck her mouth, and he can't do it if she is beaten.
"Y-yes."
" Yes what?"
"Y-Yes, master."
"Good whore," he said, passing his thumb over her lower lips. "Now come." Pulling her towards the table that was there. "Sit down." he said commandingly, seriously, putting quill and ink on the table along with a paper.
"Now I want you to write a letter for the Prince of the Riverlands, signed with the name Catleyn Tully-Stark. Then I'm going to fuck you on this beautiful table, and if you should complain about the contents I'm going to tell you, well, it's going to be less kindly than usual."
"Y-Yes, master," she answered, and trembling as she took the feather, while Ramsey, with his hands behind his back and looking out the window, prepared to dictate the words.
After having fucked with Red, and sent the raven with the letter to Riverrun, Ramsey headed to the dungeons to see how his prisoners were doing. The sons of the most important lords of the North. Umber, Hornwood, Karstark, Cerwyn and many others.
When he got there, he could hear his men laughing for sure playing at the dice, which he didn't like, when happens with such valuable prisoners.
"Lord Bolton," they greeted him, and Ramsey saw Soren approaching. "Did you get them all?"
"Yes. But some died on the road while trying to escape. Umber mainly, and they took some of our men with them into the grave."
"What about Maegor's heir? Did you take him?" Ramsey asked. That was the most valuable prisoner of all.
"No, my lord. "Maegor the Old has slaughtered our men and exposed their heads on the walls of the castle."
"Did you lose to a decrepit old man like him?" asked Ramsey angry, not believing.
"He may be old, but he's still strong as a bull."
"We needed his nephew Aegon, you idiot. Without Moat Cailin under our blackmail, Edmure Tully has no chance of invading true north."
"I'm sorry-"
Shut up!" Ramsey cut him off as he approached the cells. "Have the boys and girls being separated?"
"Yes, Lord Bolton-"
"I hope the men know that if they touch the women I'll cut their cocks off, and make them eat their balls" said Ramsey in a treating way.
"Of course, my lord."
"What's the meaning of this, Bolton?" Ramsey heard a thin but high voice of a young woman, coming from a cell, and as he approached the source, he saw her. With her hands on her hips and a rather angry expression. With burning fire in her blue eyes, and blonde hair, out of place.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes, and screaming voice. You must be Lady Wylla Manderly," Ramsey said, grinning, and waving to her to come closer, but she didn't, which made him angry.
"Yes. And I demand to know why we were brought here. My father-"
"Then you must be Lady Winifred," Ramsey said, interrupting the young maiden, and turning to the brown-haired girl, that was next to her and who wanted to pull her back.
"Yes," she replied as she stepped forward and gave him a smile, which he could see was fake.
"If I'm not mistaken, you were Rhaegar Targaryen's betrothed, weren't you?" Asked Ramsey, ready to destroy all the dreams of a future with the young dragon and break her spirit.
"I still am," she said smiling.
"No, you are not. He married a whore from Lys, and came back with her from Essos two weeks ago," Ramsey said, and her smile disappeared immediately.
"You are lying," she said, and Ramsey could see tears in her eyes.
"Why should I. I don't care about you, but what was the whore's name, Soren?"
"Shiera, if I'm not mistaken. A woman of rare beauty, with Valyrian features."
"You see. He found something better than a Northern pussy," Ramsey said, but the girl didn't break down in tears in front of him. On the contrary, she kept smiling, but Ramsey was sure that as soon as he left, she would burst into tears.
"What do you want from us, Lord Bolton?" asked another girl, very pretty, but rather cold.
"I see someone still knows her manners," Ramsey said, grinning, and crossing his arms in front of his chest, as he heard in the distance the insults and curses of some of the lords' sons.
"Alys Karstark is my name, and you haven't yet answered me, Lord Bolton," she said, with her hands down, and intertwined before her belly.
"Well, Alys Karstark, you are here to keep your fathers in line when the civil war breaks out in the North."
"When King Jon returns from his expedition and discovers that-"
"King Jon is dead, silly girl. And with him your dreams of love," Ramsey said, starting to get irritated, and losing patience. If she was a regular whore, he'd have slit her throat already.
"You're lying, Bolton," she said in a defiant tone. By the old gods when he becomes King in the North, he'll fuck that whoring mouth of hers till she will no longer be able to talk.
But deciding to stay calm, and approaching her, he said, "Your precious King Jon," grabbing her by the chin, through the cages, because she could be reached, "was killed like a dog beyond the Wall by three arrows of the wildlings. His precious body is on its way to Winterfell at the moment." Then he dragged it towards the rails, and clutching her head to them, he said, whispering, "And when I take the capital, I'll drink from the skull of Jon Fucking Stark."
"You're a crazy bastard," said the young Manderly, and that makes him angry. And taking a knife, he cut her on the face. More precisely, on her left cheek, causing her to release a loud scream, and trying to kick him. "Let's see what great lord is going to marry you now, ugly whore," Ramsey whispered to her, pushing her away, sending her down to the ground. Then stormed out of the dungeons heading to the Great Hall, with Soren behind him.
Once there, after drinking two cups full of wine with one breath, turning to him, he said " Gather the Bastards and bring me Daenerys Targaryen."
"With 10,000 Unsullied to protect her?" Soren asked scared.
"No. Daenerys Targaryen will follow her son into the woods to be fed to the jackals by Sansa Stark, to whom I sent a scroll in her mother's name."
"I doubt she'll go alone."
"It's up to you to get rid of her guards," Ramsey said, filling his cup with wine again. "But I warn you, if one of you touches a hair on her head, I'll skin you all alive and make you swallow your balls."
"It won't happen. I give you my word," said Soren. "Send Maester Wolkan to heal the girl."
"Yes," Soren said, leaving the great hall.
Soon he'll have the woman he wants, and he'll fuck her until he's completely satisfied.
Winterfell…
Daenerys Targaryen POV
As she lay on the bed with her eyes closed, Daenerys felt soft but fleshy lips resting on her neck and starting to give slow, teasing kisses up and down, making her moan. She knew perfectly well to whom those magnificent lips belonged and that she missed them for almost a year.
As he kept kissing her down her neck, Daenerys felt a hand resting on her belly and starting to caress her gently and teasingly, but this made her realize that she was naked. Not that she cared. Her love was here and he was ready to make up for all the lost time, and by the gods she will never let him go again.
Her lover's hand was starting to move up towards her tits, while Daenerys kept lying on her side, trying to squeeze and maybe rub her thighs to prevent the release of the arousal that had built up between her legs because of his teasing.
Her lover, cupped one of her tits, squeezed it, and passing the thumb over her erected nipples, and by the gods what a great feeling. His hands on her breasts were always well welcomed, and when his fingers squeezed one of her nipples, Daenerys moans even louder. "Jon..."
He stopped for a moment, carrying his other hand on her chin, turning her face, while she kept her eyes closed, Jon attacked her lips with fiercely kiss squeezing her breasts.
As they kissed with Daenerys who welcomed his tongue in and ran her hand through his beautiful, thick, curly hair, her lover brought his hand to the core of her arousal. Her pussy.
Spreading her legs Jon started to slowly stroke and tease her, whispering the words she already knew, "So wet?" (kiss), and she instinctively lifted a thigh up because of the great pleasure it gave her, and at that moment she felt a finger slowly slide into her pussy. Daenerys gasped for the intrusion and moaned his name in the kiss.
"You are so ready for me," Jon said between kisses, ad he kept thrusting into her trembling pussy. Gods, what a great feeling when he does that. Having him next to her and taking so much care of her. Suddenly, the lips of her cunt were spread, and Jon mouth started to devour her trembling and soaked pussy. With that she released a gasp in feeling his tongue inside, and so she tried to reach for something to squeeze, because the pleasure was almost unbearable.
"Dany," she heard calling her, but didn't care, the man that was feasting on her pussy and the pleasure she was feeling, was enough to cast away everything from the mind except the moment.
"Dany." She heard again, but this time she was shaking too. But the tongue leaking was too good for her to open her eyes.
"Daenerys!"
And she opened her eyes immediately, finding out, to her disappointment that it was only a dream.
But, nevertheless, because of that dream, she felt the wetness between her legs caused by her arousal. There she will need a release. And she will need to do it immediately.
At that moment Daenerys noticed the presence of Missandei in her room, who was rocking Aeinon in her arms, singing something, and Daenerys blushed, feeling her cheeks becoming very warm.
"Missandei?"
"He woke up. And I didn't know what to do except pick him up and rock him."
"You did well," replied Daenerys, swallowing and smiling, and in that instant she noticed that Missandei too had red cheeks, which made her even more embarrassed because it meant that she had moaned loudly.
Clearing her throat and looking down, Daenerys said, "Missandei. About what happened this morning-"
"You don't have to justify yourself to me," Missandei interrupted her, however ignoring her gaze. "I'm only sorry the little prince of the North woke up because of it."
Great. As if the embarrassment of being heard moaning by her best friend wasn't enough, now this was adding too. The knowledge that she moaned because her lover gave her so much pleasure while her son was sleeping in the cradle next to her.
Trying to save some of her face, Daenerys said, "It's because he misses his twin. Raya, Missandei." Although some of it was true. Ever since Raya went with her mother to Dragon Castell, Aeinon has been very restless. But casting these thoughts aside, and turning her attention back to her friend she asked, "Missandei, can you please prepare my bath?"
Missandei nodded smiling, and after putting Aeinon back in the cradle she went into the other room, and Daenerys sighed.
Some time later...
Everything was prepared for the king's arrival, and now all Winterfell was gathered in the courtyard ready to welcome their King.
The Unsullieds were in line on the sides until the city gates and above.
The Stark soldiers stood in groups in the yard, holding the banner of the Direwolf, which rose up because of the slight wind that could be felt.
Daenerys was at the main entrance leading to the stairs of the Keep. To her right was Queen Ashara holding Aeinon in her arms, rocking him and whispering sweet words, after her there were Arya, Robb, Val and Grey Worm. On the line behind them instead there were the Wolfsguard, Rodrik and Jory Cassel, the Master-at-arms of Winterfell, and the commander of the city watch, and Master Luwin. And then behind them was every one of the households.
She was still heartbroken for what she had to do to her father, but it was the only way to keep Shiera in the North, and Rhaegar as Future Lord of Dragon Keep. In these dark times she will need more the sorceress of Essos, than the advice of an Old hand of the King, despite him doing a great work for thirty years. But anyway, now she soon will need to name a new Hand of the King, and she is still pondering the best.
Her mother on the other hand was beyond mad with her and Daenerys really hope that she won't do anything stupid.
They'd been waiting a while, and Ashara could see Daenerys' nervousness in that. Her chest was moving fast, and when she looked down, she saw her fingers waving fast.
But that was normal considering they hadn't seen each other for almost a year and she was a young girl, in love.
"Apparently your mother can't wait to see your father again, my little one," whispered Ashara to little Aeinon, and lowered herself to give him a kiss. He was wrapped in fur, and therefore only his face could be seen, which is why he smiled, but she knew that if he had a free hand he would try to grab her necklace. Or maybe even something else.
After a while, they could finally see the arrival of the horses, of a giant, that she still didn't believe existed and of a covered carriage in the distance.
And glancing at Daenerys, she could see the big smile on her face, the redness on her cheek. She braided her hair and wearied the white coat for royalty, but otherwise, Ashara was sure that she would have kept her hair down and unbraided. Turning her attention back to the men on the horses, Ashara saw that they were tired, and she could see on their sad faces. And besides that, they had also changed a lot. Stark soldiers went to hold their horses and Ashara saw them coming down. It was Arthur, Viserys, Benjen with difficulty.
After them, there was a big man with red hair and beard walking, and other men and women, dressed as the clan's leader of the Free Folks.
What was strange instead, was that her son hadn't been seen yet, and that made her very worried.
When the covered carriage arrived Ashara saw Arthur approaching Daenerys, and whispered something in her ear, which made her immediately run towards the carriage. Ashara felt it in her heart that something very bad happened to her son, and her fears were confirmed when she heard a scream released from inside the carriage, and Aeinon starting to cry too.
So giving him to Missandei who was behind them, Ashara ran to the carriage too, hearing the cries from inside, pushing Arthur away when he tried to stop her.
When she saw what there was in the carriage, she fell to the ground, releasing a loud scream, and starting to cry loudly. Her beautiful boy was dead.
Daenerys was crying loudly inside the carriage, clutching the cold, lifeless body of her beloved Jon, who was lying on the furs beneath her. She couldn't believe that the love of her life was dead.
This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't what Shiera told her about the future. They were supposed to rule for a long time, destroy their enemies together. Together. Not alone.
"Why Old Gods..." she screamed between sobs, squeezing her husband. Her beautiful husband, that once upon a time had a warm body and now no longer. That never got the chance to meet his children. That went away to a place where she can't follow him. Why the old Gods were so cruel with her by taking one of the most important people to her. Do they punish her because of her mistakes with Daario in her past?
"Why Old Gods are you punishing me!" she screamed, loudly, and crying.
"Dany. Sister, we need to go inside the Keep," she felt a hand on her shoulder and a voice saying, but she didn't want to release Jon's body.
Viserys tried to drag his sister away from Jon's body, as she was crying, screaming, and clinging on Jon's body, grabbing the fur and the sides of the carriage and even hitting and kicking him.
Meanwhile, the Wolfsguard came to take the body of the King and carry him away, inside the keep.