Chapter 44: A Dangerous Game

In the south…

Casterly Rock…

Gerion Lannister POV

Gerion was heading to the council room for a very important meeting before leaving for Castamere. He hadn't held Myrcella in his arms for a long time and he missed her.

As he entered, he saw that the members were not there yet, and only the King was there, who was writing something.

"Good morning, Your Grace," Gerion greeted him.

"Gerion. There's no need to use the title when the other members aren't here."

Sitting down, he said, "It seems I came too early."

"Yes, but they'll be here soon," said his grandfather, the King, putting down his feather. "But before they come here, I want to talk with you."

"About what?

"About the next war. When Edmure Tully will march North with his army, we will invade the Riverlands and you will have the command of the army."

"Me?" Asked Gerion, swallowing.

"Yes. It's time for the men to see you in the field. Let the lords know that the future king of the Rock can lead them. And especially the enemy needs to know that you are strong and not weak," said his grandfather, taking a sip of wine. "Your father was only 16 when he fought his first battle. He charged through the breach of Castamere with his sword in hand and faced the red lion."

"What if I fail?" asked Gerion afraid of this task and, especially, to fail his grandfather. Because he knows what happens when the Great Tywin Lannister is disappointed.

"You won't. You're a Lannister. And Lannisters don't fail, never. However, you will have Daven, Kevan, and The Mountain with you."

"I won't let you down," said Gerion looking at his grandfather.

"I know. There is a gift waiting for you in your chambers. And before departing for the Riverlands, you will go to Castamere and spent all the time with your wife. You need a Son to secure the crown for another generation."

Gerion smiled, and they saw the members of the Small Council enter. Except, of course, his uncle, the Hand of the King. They bowed and sat down.

Clearing his throat, his grandfather said, "Welcome, my lords. Let us begin."

And they all turned their attention to the king. "As you have already heard, Prince Jaime has conquered Highgarden, and soon will send the last members of House Tyrell to Castely Rock; Old Oak is ours too, and we will name the current commander as lord of that castle, to whom we will give the lady of the castle in marriage; the Hightower army was defeated, and the commanders captured."

"But not Ser Baelor, Your Grace," said Lord Varys.

"No. And it's up to you to find out where he is," said the King, and Lord Varys nodded. "Now what else happens in the courts of other kingdoms?"

"King Harrold Hardyng hasn't been doing so well lately. While on his way to meet the Mountain Clans, he was attacked by rebels, and wounded, but not deadly."

"Any word from Lysa Arryn?"

"She is at Riverrun, Your Grace," Baelish said. "She is there to ask the help of her brother, King Edmure to take back the Throne."

"Good. The brother soon will march North, and we will attack his kingdom. Once Riverrun will be ours, you will take her prisoner," the King said to him, and Gerion nodded. Even though that was a lie. He had no intention to deliver that madwoman to his grandfather. He will kill her and the brat that is Baelish bastard.

"Lady Margaery soon will be here at the Rock, and she will wed a member of House Lannister," said the king.

"I doubt that Lord Tarly will be agreed with that, your grace," responded Varys. "Maybe he would want Lady Margery as future wife of his son, Dickon." Gerion really didn't like these two men, especially Baelish, knowing what he really wants and especially his ambitions.

"We will see. Let's put aside this matter and tell me what your little-birds from the North and from Dorne whisper you."

"From the North almost nothing that you already know. Roose Bolton is dead, Ramsey Bolton is the new Lord of the Dreadfort, and of course our ally. He took prisoner the daughter of King Edmure, and also the children of the most important Lords of the North."

"Good. The wolf and the skinned man will be torn the Northern Kingdom to chaos, giving the River King to give the Final hit," said his grandfather, and despite receiving good news. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Now, Dorne."

"Nothing new except that Princess Arianne, started to weave her alliance with her Lords. She is searching for a Prince consort."

"Who did she choose?"

"No one, for now, but the possible choice are, Yronwood or Dayne."

"Then we need to be the one to for alliance with them first," said the King, and then turning to the master of Law, Ser Kevan Lannister, "Lancel will marry Gwyneth Yronwood, and Janei Lannister will marry the son of Lord Dayne when she will come to age."

Kevan nodded, even though he didn't agree, and Gerion was of the same opinion. Janei was only 4 years, while the boy was 16.

"Now let's leave the matters regarding the other kingdoms and move our attention to the Westerland and the new lands that we conquered."

Gerion released an annoyed sight, knowing that this will be a very long day full of matters of the kingdom.

In the North...

Winterfell...

Different POV

Winterfell was in great chaos. After the disappearance of the little prince and the destruction of some of the houses by the storm that came out of Jon's body, Daenerys also disappeared. The only things they found were her dead guards in the forest, of whom Three Wolfsguard, and soon she'll have to name new members. Or at least ask advice to the Lord Commander regarding the choices.

"Mother?" she heard her call, and turning around, Ashara saw her daughter approach. "Why did you send away uncle Arthur?"

"He failed to protect Jon. I didn't want for Aeinon to have the same fate."

"And yet, he is missing. Daenerys is missing, and Sansa escaped, Three more Wolfsguards died, and now, beside Benjen who is still wounded, only seven remain," Arya said in an angry tone, coming next to her. "No matter who would have been there with Jon. No one would have been able to save him, mother."

"I know," replied Ashara, almost whispering, closing her eyes, and feeling the tears come down. Her first-born was dead, her brother-lover exiled, her grandson and daughter in law were missing, all she had left was Arya and her granddaughter, Raya, who wasn't her though. Her daughter hugged her, and Ashara released a sobbing choke.

Suddenly, the door to the Great Hall wide opened, and Ashara saw Ghost enter, holding Aeinon, who was crying, with his snout.

She immediately ran towards the direwolf, who once she stretched, placed the child in her arms.

In that instant, she saw that Ghost was bleeding, with some scars, before leaving the room.

"What happened?" Ashara asked her daughter, as she was hugging and rocking her grandson, who shook her head, coming to her, and see Aeinon. "I'll get Master Luwin. He needs to check the little princes and make sure that he is alright," she said before leaving the room, and Ashara saw the guards come in. All of them were unsullied. And Dacey with Thorren.

Ashara started to look at her little grandson. He didn't have a scratch on him, but she felt that his body was quite cold, so she immediately carried him to her room, where she knows there was warmth.

He was lying in the Godswood, licking his wounds and he had many of them. And as he did that, he heard approaching him his mate Nymeria, and her Master, Arya Stark.

"What happened?" asked the little Stark, as she started to scratch him, behind the ears, and hares his head, and snout.

It felt so good and made him forget his wounds and the horrors of the woods, for a moment, before his mind remember again.

He was running through the Wolfswood following the scent of the little prince who had been kidnapped by their enemy. He knew who the kidnapper was because he felt the presence of Lady. And that therefore Sansa Stark was guilty. He knows the grudge she holds against his family.

With every mile that approached, he felt it more and more, and his sense warned him of the dangers in the Wolfswood. He heard a loud scream in the distance, and it made him run faster and faster.

When he got there, he saw Sansa Stark, lying on the ground in fear, with Lady in front of her, ready to defend her, and many angry and hungry jackals surrounding her, and climbing the trees.

He stopped for a moment before attacking the jackals, who in the meantime had slaughtered Lady, and ready to attack the little prince alongside Sansa, but he, using his silent qualities, proceeded to attack them one by one, knowing perfectly well that if they were united, they would overwhelm him. He could taste the blood and their flesh torn between his fangs.

But when he saw that Sansa Stark had disappeared and the jackals turned their attention to the little prince, unconcerned of the consequences, he charged at his enemy, knocking them down, biting them on the throat, and scratching them with his claws.

But at the same time, he himself was bitten on the tail and the back when they jumped on him.

Then he saw their pack leader. He was the biggest among them. Almost twice as big, with only one eye, one of his fangs broken, ears were bitten, and full of scars.

Ghost stood between the pack leader and the little prince growling towards the beast who did not back away.

And when with a great growl, he charged at him, Ghost did the same, managing to touch down the beast with his strength, which, however, managed to scratch him on the snout, and did not stop until Ghost ripped his throat.

When the leader died, the pack scattered, and Ghost slowly made his way towards the little prince, falling down beside him, exhausted.

"Rest, Ghost. Soon we will need you again," said Princess Arya Stark, bringing him back to the present, and the Direwolf, closed his eyes, lying next to Weirwood Tree in the Godswood, and found himself in a darkness.

As soon as word came that the Queen had been captured and her escort destroyed, Robb summoned the war council. The dowager queen Ashara was the current ruler of the North, till the queen will be safe, even though, at the moment, she wasn't present.

The lords did not answer his scrolls, so he knew he could only count on the men that were in Winterfell.

"There is only one answer to this. Bolton," Robb said, looking towards those present. "Bolton has kidnapped Queen Daenerys, and our informers, though I do not know how reliable they are, say that he has also taken their heirs as prisoners." Stopping for a moment to take a breath, he continued, "Without the help of the other lords, we have about 15,000 men. But knowing Ramsey, he is waiting for us, and he laid traps for sure." At that moment he heard the door open, and Rhaegar Targaryen, entering.

"He captured my father," he said, throwing the scroll on the table. "House Targaryen's army will not fight. Too many members of my House are in his hands."

"The Unsullied will fight at your command," said Grey Worm in the common tongue, and Robb nodded.

"Robb, listen to me. We cannot put Daenerys and the heirs of the Northern Lords in danger," said Rhaegar. "We should wait for a more favorable moment."

"And when we will have a more favorable moment, Lord Rhaegar. Maybe Ramsey's raping your sister right now as we speak."

"Have faith in your queen, young warrior," came a woman's voice, and Robb, turning around, saw that it was the sorceress, Rhaegar's lover, and he rolled his eyes. "And tell me, my lady, to what faith are you referring?"

"To the plan that the Queen set in motion long before you returned to Winterfell."

"What do you know about it, considering that you arrived the same day as me?"

"Enough, Robb!" said Rhaegar Targaryen, raising his voice. "We will not march on the Dreadfort."

"Who says?" Robb asked as he approached the silver-haired man. Rhaegar was older than him and taller. But Robb wasn't afraid of that, considering that he killed a giant.

"Me, the temporary king's hand," said Rhaegar.

Robb walked away from him, shaking his head, and headed for the exit, leaving the shit to them, saying, "If anything bad happens to Daenerys, it will all be your fault." Leaving the room, and Rhaegar turning to those present, said, "The council is dissolved. You may go."

But while Grey Worm was leaving, Rhaegar stopped him, and now that it was just him, Shiera and Rhaegar, he asked, "Has the Queen informed you of her plan?"

"Kessa. Se dāria ivestragon nyke bona ziry jittan 3000 vali naejot Greywater Watch, se se tolie naejot se Dreadfort. Mirri issi ruaragon isse se sombāzmion, tolie isse se va lentor." (Yes. The queen informed me that she sent 3000 sellsword to Greywater Watch, and the other to the Dreadfort. Some are hidden in the castle, others in the nearest villages.)

"Se gōntan ziry ivestragon ao skoro syt?" Asked Rhaegar. (And did she tell you why?)

And Grey Worm nodded, without saying another word.

"Pār ao gīmigon se drīve skoro syt kesi daor jikagon naejot se Dreadfort." (Then you know the reason why we will not go to the Dreadfort.)

The commander of the Unsullied nodded and starting to head towards the door, but Rhaegar stopped him telling, "Iksan vaoreznuni syt Missandei." (I am sorry for Missandei.)

But the man didn't respond only leaving the room, and Rhaegar sighing, sat down on the chair of the table. Missandei was like a sister to all of them and their heart was broken for her. She was so young, and with a long life to live. But the gods in all their cruelty decided to take her away from this world, leaving men and women like Bolton and Sansa Stark, to live.

"Don't worry. The plan will not fail," said Shiera coming at him, and sitting on his lap.

"I hope. Because there are plenty of prisoners in there, including my father," he said. He felt responsible for what happened to his father because Daenerys sent him to the wall because of him. Because their father was against his union with Shiera. But shaking that thought away, Rhaegar Asked, "How is my nephew?" as he was caressing, Shiera thigh.

"He has a fever, but I helped him. He is alright now, and alive thanks to the King's Wolf," she said, passing her thumb on his lower lips. "He is a prince of Ice and Fire. So is your niece."

She started to kiss him, and bring his hand to her pussy, but before anything could happen, his brother burst into the room saying, "The dragon is gone!"

The Dreadfort…

Ramsey Bolton POV

Soren was untying Daenerys' hands and mouth while she was not breaking his eye contact. The pure, confusion and surprise in her eyes when the sack was removed from her head disappeared, replaced by something that Ramsey could not read or understand, although he was very good at understanding people.

Another of the bastards put Daenerys' sword on the table, while he was running his eyes up and down on her. The queen was wearing armour with the dragon's head on her chest and seeing her like this really aroused him.

She, on the other hand, caressing her wrists, looked around him for a moment and then broke the silence, "It took you a long time." Making him confused about it not understanding what she was referring to and especially if she was talking to him or one of his bastards. "What is it, Lord Bolton? The hounds ate your tongue?"

And he got serious. If there was another girl in front of him, he would have skinned her alive before feeding her to the bastard girls.

He smirked at her, before getting up to take the carafe with the wine, leaving the sword on the table, to test her. He was really curious to know if she would take advantage of his brief distraction to kill him and those inside, remembering that she was quite good with the sword.

Ramsey stood on his back for a moment, and when nothing happened, he returned to the table with the carafe and two goblets.

"I expected more opposition from you during the capture," Ramsey said, filling the goblets with wine.

"I expected you to take less time to come and get me," she said, taking a sip, and in a defiant tone.

"What if there was poison? Aren't you afraid of dying?" Ramsey asked, taking a sip too.

"Everyone will die one day. Today. Tomorrow. What does it matter? All that matters is how we lived and what we do right now," she said, taking another sip and licking her lips sensually. And Ramsey could feel his cock stirring in his trousers. "But if you wanted me dead, you'd have already done that until now."

"Good point, Your Grace," said Ramsey, smiling, and taking another sip.

"What took you so long?" she asked again.

"What took you so long?"

"Kidnaped me, of course."

"I don't think I quite understand you," he said as he placed the goblet aside.

"Come on, Lord Bolton. I thought you were a smarter man," she said, grinning and standing up. Then sensually she started walking around the table, adding. "I know you feel a great attraction to me. Ever since you came to pledge your loyalty. I saw the way you looked at me. Lust I've never seen before in my life." Ramsey grinned as he looked down. You have to give her credit for that. She's a very smart woman, knowing how to play her tricks and use her weapons. And he liked those things in a woman.

The Queen suddenly stopped behind him and leaning on his shoulders, whispered, "And I you. Since I first saw you that day, something inside me has awakened. Something I have never felt before. For no man. And on our wedding day, I will show it to you how much I want yo."

"Why wait?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, trying to capture her lips, but she moved away before their lips could meet to his disappointment.

"I got fooled once. I'm not going to be fooled a second time," she said. And he wondered if she was talking about Stark or Naaharis. But, anyway, he knew from the beginning that this would not be easy as it was with the other girls, from the start. As it was with Myranda.

"I'm sure you would want a bath and a change of clothes. I will ask Myranda to help you, and later we will dine together your grace. I'm sure we have plenty of things to discuss.",

"As you say, Lord Bolton," she said, smirking. "See you at dinner, my lord," she added leaving the hall, waving her hips in a sensual way.

He knows now that she is a very dangerous enemy, and if he doesn't play his moves well, he may find himself in a very situation and headless.

Myranda POV

Ramsey has instructed her to prepare a room for Queen Daenerys, as well as a bath, despite her opposition.

And when she heard the door open, Myranda saw her. She was indeed the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, just as the stories say, and she was immediately overwhelmed by a great wave of jealousy.

The queen was wearing an armour, with the dragon on her chest, padded for winter, and her silvery-white hairs were braided. She looked like a warrior, but you could see the beauty and royalty behind it.

"Welcome to the Dreadfort, Queen Daenerys," she greeted her with a fake smile and curtsy.

"And you are?" asked the queen with her eyebrow raised, and almost bored.
"I'm Myranda, the kennel master's daughter-"

"And Lord Bolton's bedwarmer." The queen finished, making Myranda bit her the inside of her mouth to prevent the coming of yells and curses at her.

"Lord Bolton asked me to prepare you a bath, and your chambers-"

"Before sleep takes over me, I will first dine with Lord Bolton," the queen said, and adding with a smirk, "I'm sure we have plenty of things to discuss. And who knows, maybe even more than that."

'Damn whore,' thought Myranda, as she poured hotter water than it was expected. Maybe with a roasted dragon, Ramsey will return to her.

"Help me with my armour," the queen said, and Myranda went there to help her to take it off. Once the only things that were left, were the trousers and the tunic, Myranda turned around, and after a while, heard the woman enter inside the water, with a gasp. 'Good, the whore will get scalded.'

But once she turned, she saw that the whore Queen wasn't in pain. On the contrary, she seems to enjoy the hot water, as she has her eyes closed. And that made her mad. Her plan failed.

But trying to be polite for the good of Ramsey, approaching, she said, "You are a very beautiful woman. Now I can see what Ramsey saw in you when he went to Winterfell to pledge allegiance to the Crown."

"Are you jealous, Myranda?" she asked in annoyance, and with closed eyes.

"Jealous? Why should I be jealous," responded Myranda chuckling, starting to unbraid the queen's hairs.

"Because he wants me and no longer you," she said, with arms on the sides of the tube.

"As I said before, you are very beautiful. But I doubt you will be able to keep him happy. Ramsay gets bored easily. I'm sure you don't want to end up like... Well, like the others."

"And how did the others end up? Flayed? Burned? Eaten?" asked the queen annoyed. How the hell does she knows about the bastard's girl.

But shaking her head, Myranda started, as she was placing perfumed oils on the queen's skin, "There was Kyra. The blacksmith's daughter. She was taller than you. She was a lovely girl, but she talked and talked and talked and… Ramsay got tired of that. Then there was Violet. She was a very beautiful girl, blond hair and a smiling face. But she got pregnant and, well, that was boring for our games." She glanced at the queen seeing her with closed eyes, not even paying attention to what she was saying, but Myranda continued. "The last was Tansy. A very sweet girl, but sweet girls get a bit dull after a while, don't they? Ramsay let me come with him on a hunt."

"I beat it was your idea to feed her to the bastards'girl," the queen said, and she looked at her confusedly because of how she knew, and what came after that shocked her at hearing. "Let's see how that went: Tansy, running through the woods; the dogs running after her; you, shooting her with an arrow. And in the end the dogs ate her. But wait, what were Ramsey's words? Let me think," the queen stopped to think for a moment and then said in a mocking way, "But you made Myranda feel jealous."

It was as seeing a ghost. She was speechless because it was how it went. Her throat was drying, and it was hard to swallow. Of all Ramsey's women, this will be the most difficult to defeat.

"What is it, little Myranda? Are you out of words?" rising up from the tub, with crossed arms in front of her chest, "Give me my robe and get out of my view."

Myranda was furious throwing the robe at the whore and leaving the chambers slamming the door. She will talk with Ramsey on this regard. And if he will say something she doesn't like, she will kill the silver-haired slut.

Ramsey Bolton POV

They were in the great hall of the Dread Fort, only the two of them, eating boar meat that he said had hunted himself today, even though it was more a lie to impress her. He had sent ten men to hunt him and only 5 returned.

As they were finishing Ramsey said, "I had something special to show you. Well, not only one thing, but more. But the first one will have brought her." And clapping his hand as a signal, Ramsey saw Soren bring her in. Red. With her hair messed, the robe almost tired and that revealed one of her big breasts.

Her lips still bear the signs of his bitten.

Ramsey approached the Tully woman with a smirk, and once behind her, asked, "Are you enjoy the view, your grace?"

He saw her leaning against the back of the chair for a moment, before taking a sip of wine and getting up.

"Yes, I do, my lord. It is good to see the old trout bitch finally getting what she deserves," the queen said with an unreadable look on her face.

All this was making him fall for her even more, despite there was that part inside him saying that she is playing him. That there is something dark and something evil inside her, and if he didn't do something, he will regret it.

But, how can he? Despite her unreadable expression, her indifference at the death of her last husband, at the death of her son, and at what she was seeing in front of her, Ramsey knows that they are made for each other.

"However, if you will give me permission when the time will come, I want to be the one who ends her life," the queen said, before grabbing Red by the chin and looking deep in the eyes, "amidst agonizing pain."

"You have," he said, waving to the guards to take Red back to her chambers, and then returning to their seats at the table. He has many more surprises to reveal her, but not all his moves. Or at least not yet.

"Tell me, Lord Bolton, how many men do you have at your command?"

Ah a trick question, he though. She really wants to know his tricks. But playing if there is one thing, he loves the most was playing with his praise.

So, clearing her throat, she said, "Ten thousand men." Even though the truth was far from that.

"Well, that it's not enough to defeat the king's loyalist."

"Pardon me, but I think I'm not following you."

"You know that those loyal to the late King Jon are more than ten thousand."

"Well, they are loyal to a dead king."

"That doesn't mean that they won't fight till death to defend his kingdom and his memory," the queen said, running her finger over the edge.

"Then I will give them the-"

"You will lose Bolton. Unless I help you," she said straight, cutting him off, and looking at him with piercing eyes. "I know you sent word to the Tully asking for an invasion. I'm sure your father was also in contact with Quentyn Martell from Dorne. No Southern Kingdom will ever be able to help you in the north. No matter how big it is. And especially with Moat Caillin fully garrisoned."

"Moat Cailin is held by a Targaryen. A member of your family. Once he will-"

"He will not yield. No matter if you had me or not. And you are pretty fucked with the wildings in the north."

"Why do you want to help me."

"Because the North needs a King like you and not like Stark," she said, pushing the plate away, and leaning forward. "And I need a true man. A strong man. Are you that man?"

"I thought your wolf, was that man," Ramsey said smirking.

"He wasn't."

"Why?"

"Because he couldn't satisfy me. Small cock, didn't last long. What a great disappointment he was," she said, in a careless way, and even though he wanted to think that she was saying the truth, he knows that she was lying.

"I crave the touch of a real man on me, his mighty hands than are wondering on my body, big cock inside of me that would be able to satisfy me beyond the limits. Tell me, Ramsey, are you that man?" leaning forward, she asked with almost a whisper and licking her lips, "Kyra, Violet, Tansy, Myranda. Are they right about your skills in bed? Your big cock that can make scream a woman of pleasure till across the Narrow Sea?"

"You are playing a dangerous game, queen Daenerys," said Ramsey, swallowing, looking at her and moving his eyes between her shinning violet eyes and her pouty lips.

And Daenerys, with her elbows on the table, and leaning forward, asked and a quiet but decided voice, "Aren't we living in a dangerous world, my Lord?"

He didn't respond immediately, but after taking a sip, he said, "Come, my queen, I have something special to show you." Rising up and leaving the room.

They reached the dungeons, and one of the guards give him a torch. He was accompanied by Soren and two other Bastard.

"This here, are my new guests," Ramsey said, smirking, stopping at the cell where the daughters and niece and granddaughters, of the Northern Lords, were held.

He glanced behind him, and saw the queen approach it, saying, "What have you done?"

"I have secured the loyalty of their fathers," Ramsey said, grinning and wrapping his arm around the queen's waist, but it immediately fell when she approached the rails, to his displeasure.

"Your Grace? What are you doing here?" asked one of the girls. Winifred if he was not mistaken.

"I have come to visit the new Lord Bolton," said the Queen, with her hands on the rails, and looking from one lady to another.

"But why? He is evil and cruel-"

"Wylla!" warned her young Winifred before asking, "Is it true Rhaegar got married?"

"No," replied the Queen, looking seriously at him, before she looked back at Winifred. "But he has a new betrothed nevertheless." And that answer made him smirk. The bitch's heartbroken for the second time. But then he heard the injured young girl ask, "Why are you with him, Queen Daenerys?"

"The king is dead, and I need a new husband. And above all, a strong ally. Lord Bolton has a large army. He's smart, handsome, young, and above all still unmarried," replied the queen, though Ramsey was not at all impressed by it. He knew she was saying that just to flatter him.

"He is evil and cruel and-"

"What happened to your face, Lady Wylla?" asked the Queen, interposing her, fortunately. She was so boring, that whore Manderly.

"We played a little game, but to her misfortune, she had a sharp tongue and lost," replied Ramsey, approaching, and tired of all this blathering, he pushed the queen forward, and at that moment the chaos broke out inside the cells, with the Guards starting to hit the rails.

"And here is the most important gift. I must say that I had to appeal to all my strength not to play with him," said Ramsey, as he began to move the bunch of keys over the rails. "He killed five of my men, this hobbler man."

"Father?" said the Queen, and Ramsey could hear the surprise in her voice.

"Daenerys?" said the old man, rising slowly.

"I thought you were still on the road towards the Wall?" she asked, though she turned towards him and asked, "Why is he here, Ramsey?"

"To keep your brother and his army at bay, and to keep you quiet," Ramsey said as he approached her and caressed her chin. "I am a man of my word, my queen, and a man of honor. My mother taught me not to throw stones at cripples, so he is safe." For now, he wanted to add but desisted.

"Dany, how did you get here?"

"Jon stark is dead, father. And as you suggested when you were the Hand of the King, I need to look for alliance and for a new husband. Lord Bolton is the best choice," said the queen to her father.

"But not him, Dany. That bastard is cruel and evil. He plays with people's minds and mutilates their bodies."

"Don't worry former Lord Hand," said Ramsey, grinning, and moving the Queen's hair to reveal her neck. "I will take great care of the mother of dragon." Kissing the woman's neck, but not hearing her moan, which infuriated him, and confirming his suspicions that she was playing him.

"Don't you dare touch my daughter!" shouted Targaryen, hitting him in the face with a fist.

Ramsey fell backward, losing his torch, and felt the blood on his lip. But, as he recovered, he started laughing, seeing the queen next to him asking, "Are you all right, Ramsey?"

"You know, Lord Targaryen. My mother taught me not to throw stones at cripples," said Ramsey, touching his wounded lips and getting up, "But my father taught me to aim for their head."

Grabbing the spear from one of the guards Ramsey tried to hit the Targaryen, but the old man dodged the attack, however, he managed to wound him on the left cheek.

"Enough, Lord Bolton!" shouted the queen taking the spear from his hands. "He will die once we will take control of the North."

Damn Targaryen whore for stopping his playing, he was angry and without more words, stared to push the queen forward, leaving the dungeon.

He needs to heel his wounded lips, and then he will need a fuck. Better if it will be next to the room of the Queen.

Dragon Castel…

Rhaella Targaryen POV

Rhaella was in her chambers with her granddaughter, rocking her and singing a lullaby that Daenerys loved when she was a child, to make her sleep. And fortunately, it worked. Her little dragon wouldn't stop from crying and Rhaella didn't know why until she received the news that her daughter had been kidnapped and her grandson had disappeared. She felt the world crumbling around her for that hateful news.

First, her husband had been sent to the wall by her daughter because he was against the union between the sorceress and Rhaegar, and Rhaella was mad at her daughter for that. But this last news were worse than anything.

Her little girl was in the claws of that cursed man of Ramsey. Gods only know what he will do to her that mad man.

After placing in the cradle that was next to her, bed, Rhaella, headed, towards the large window of her room.

The light was almost gone since the wood in the fireplace was almost all burned, and only the moonlights were lighting it. She sat on the soft bench that was there and gazing outside. It was so quiet during these nights at Dragon Castel, and she felt so alone when Aerys wasn't her. Or Rhaegar. She missed them, all of her family. Her daughter, her sons, her grandson, and her friend Ashara. She would have preferred to be there with her, to comfort her in these hard times.

And Aerys. After spending so many years together and apart, she thought that the Old Gods would have granted them the last years to live in peace, but no. They wanted to separate them forever now. One in a castle, and the other on the Wall, guarding the realm against the White Walkers and their army.

Suddenly, as she was getting ready to return to the bed, she heard steels falling in the hall, and when the door opened wide, Rhaella immediately grabbed the sword that was next to her.

"So, this is where the prince's twin brat is hiding," said the hooded man, whom Rhaella could not recognize.

"Stand back, murderer," she said, standing between her granddaughter and the man.

"I see that all the dragons have sharpened their claws. I give you two options: step aside or die in the middle."

"I am Rhaella of House Targaryen. Blood of the dragon. The dragon's fire burns inside me. I won't let you hurt my grandson," she said, as Raya started to cry. "Go away if you don't want to die."

"You're a bad liar slut. That's a girl in the cradle. And I am going to take her to my king," said the man, pulling out his sword and attacking her rapidly, making her fall back, and almost dropping her sword.

Aerys taught her a bit how to use the sword, but the enemy was too strong, and in fact, he managed to disarm her, and with a slap, knock her on her bed.

"Well, maybe tonight I'll be able to enjoy the hot pussy of a highborn lady, beside the little newborn princess," he said, pinning her to the bed by the neck, and at that moment, she heard a voice say, "Step away from her!"

"Who the fuck are you?" asked the hidden men, pointing the sword at her savior, but still pinning her to the bed.

"Leave her. I won't say it again," said her savior, unleashing the sword. The enemy took his hand from her neck, and charged at her savior, starting to fig, and she could see that he was better, and for a small second, she saw her savior. It was her uncle, Daeron, the Castellan of the Dragon Castel. He was a quite good warrior, but old.

The enemy hit again and again, with slice form the high and from the side, but in the end, he was defeated. Killed.

However, her uncle fell to the ground too, and Rhaella rushed to him. "Uncle."

She fell on her knees, and hugging her uncle, crying, and screaming for the guard.

"Don't cry, little Rhaella, for those whom the end has come," he said, with a weak voice, and trying to clean her tears, before dying in her arms.

White Harbour…

Arthur Dayne POV

Sunset had come when Arthur reached White Harbor. He saw that the city was still awake and in agitation.

But he had only one thing to do. Find a ship leaving for Dorne. Preferably heading for Starfall.

When he reached the harbor, however, he was told that no ship would leave White Harbor, and the ships offshore from Asshai were denied entry.

Suddenly, Arthur saw a group of men at arms coming towards him, led by a tall and quite strong man, with gray hair and dark gray eyes. While he was wearing an ornate silver armor with niello engravings, like flowing seaweed. In his left hand, he was holding a helmet decorated with a crown of mother-of-pearl and a beard of jet and jade.

"Ser Arthur. Lord Manderly asked me to escort you to the New Castle."

"And why should I go with you?" he asked, with his hand on his sword, looking quickly at his opponents and paying attention to their weak points. Although they outnumbered him, Arthur was sure he could take them all.

"We are not here to fight Ser Arthur. My cousin just wants to talk to you."

Arthur nodded, following them to the castle, despite having a bad feeling in this regard.

Once at the castle, Arthur saw the sturdy old Lord Manderly at the window facing the sea and staring out.

"My lord, I have brought you the Sword of Morning," said Ser Marlon.

"10 ships from Asshai filled with Dragonglass stopped offshore and denied the access to the harbor," said old Manderly. "That was one of many conditions imposed on us by Ramsey Bolton."

"What do you mean? I don't understand you," said Arthur, confusedly.

"Ramsey Bolton kidnapped my granddaughters, and had my son, Wendell, skinned," said Lord Manderly in a broken voice.

"We received no news at Winterfell," said Arthur, though the truth was that he did not stay there long enough to hear any news before he was exiled by Ashara.

"Bolton threatened to kill our heirs if any of the lords in question ever informed the capital," said Manderly, "in the last scroll he informed me that because of her sharp tongue, he cut Wylla's check."

"I'm sorry," said Arthur. He remembered that cute little girl with a rather sharp tongue, always saying what she was thinking.

"How long have you been traveling, Ser Arthur?"

"Some days, I'd say. Why?"

"Your queen has been kidnapped."

"What?!" Jumped immediately Arthur and approaching Manderly. "When? How? Who?"

"When her son had been kidnaped by someone. She gathered the soldier and sent them outside Winterfell. She went herself in one of the directions, but she fell into an ambush and displeased."

"I need to return to Winterfell," murmured Arthur, ready to leave the room, but was stopped by Ser Marlon, who said, "We can do nothing against Bolton till he has the heirs of House Manderly. And Winterfell can do nothing against Bolton until the queen is free."

"Then I will go to the Dread Fort and kill that bastard," said Arthur, angrily.

"Yes. That's exactly why I made you come here. By now I'm sure someone informed Bolton that you are her. And that means that we need to make him believe that I arrested you."

"And how do you intend to do that?"

"By arresting you, of course," Wyman Manderley said, nodding to the Commander of his City guard, who disarmed him and chained.

"Take him to the dungeons, Marlon," and the old knight pushed him forward. Damn traitor. But he will find a way to escape and save Daenerys from the claws of the Bolton.