Prince Hidden in the Sands
Originally Posted: October 13/2022
Rework Started: October 13/2022
Finished: October 17/2022
The beginning of this chapter might be confusing to most people, but I was constantly asked about this and had to do multiple reworks of it.
I know that I should be going with the book versions, but for this story, the Sand Snakes are the show ones, the three older ones that is.
For those wondering harem or not? The answer is I'm still thinking about it.
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King's Landing
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"Did you hear the rumours?" Someone said in the tavern, asking his group of friends. They all looked at the man with curious eyes. Getting the answer from that alone, the stranger leaned forward and whispered. "The North is preparing for a war with the South."
His friends looked at him as if he was mad, but then one of them barked out a laugh. "As if! The North is a bunch of snow-loving barbarians! As if they could win a war with the South." He continued laughing as more people started looking at the noisy table.
"Shut up, why don't you! Seven hells you are annoying!" One of them said as he looked back to the man who brought this up. "What do you mean? The last I heard was that the current Warden, Lord Eddard Stark, is best friends with the King."
The man shrugged and spoke. "I don't know why but this is what I've heard, and some of these are old, almost around the time when the Dragons' fell." Already everyone was looking towards the table with ears on the topic. "When Lord Stark returned North after the Rebellion, he brought with him a mistress, the lovely and beautiful Ashara Dayne, and one of their bastards."
"One of them?" Someone from another table spoke up. "Do you mean there were more, twins mayhaps?"
"Yes." The man who's telling the story said. "People think they left him to be under her brother's watch, Ser Arthur Dayne." Someone then asked what their bastards' names were. "How the hell would I know! All I heard is one was kept at Starfall and the other went North to Winterfell."
"You're getting off-topic for fuck sake!" Someone shouted obviously interested in the story. "Let the man tell what he heard."
The man nodded in thanks and he continued where he left off. "Well when they returned to Winterfell, it's been rumoured that Lord Stark ordered all trade with the South to be ceased, and any who planned on visiting turned back around."
"What about the Free Cities? I've heard that the North had not only a trading alliance with them but also a military alliance?" Somewhere another spoke up, making many nod in interest. "If they are closing access to the other kingdoms does that mean they also closed access to Essos?"
The man shook his head and finished his goblet of wine, which was immediately refilled by a barmaid. "Thank you, pretty." He said with a nod and looked back to the others around him. "No, it's said that their trade is still going strong. But not only did he close access but he also ordered men to arm Moat Cailin, the Wolf's Den, and Sea Dragon Port"
"Wait do you mean that the rumours about there being another Port that not only was a harbour but a military base, were also true?" Nods came from most of those around the one who asked. "So that's how they almost single-handedly defeat the Iron Fleet… they were already prepared."
"I have a question about the mistress thing." One of the men from the original group spoke up. "I remember Lord Stark married Lady Catelyn Tully, to gain the men of House Tully against the Mad King. What happened to her?"
"That was what I was wondering as well." The original man spoke while taking a sip. "But it seems that the Fishy was enraged by it, and after a few years of having a cold bed, she seemed to have lost it and struck the bastard girl."
"Seven Hells." Someone said, "What happened next? Lord Stark must not have been happy about that."
The man who was telling the story chuckled, "Oh he wasn't, from what I've been told he was practically enraged by her actions, going as far as to say that all of Winter City could hear him yelling."
Silence reigned around the tavern as they imagined the sight. A few even shivered at the thought. "Were you given information on what happened to the bastard or the Fishy?" Someone asked, breaking the silence.
The man nodded. "I was actually." He took another sip of his ale. "The girl went back to Dorne to spend time with her brother and the lady, after a few days of no improvement on their relationship, wished for a divorce and it was finalized a moon ago actually." Here the man looked to his lap as if he was trying to remember something. "Oh, I remembered their names. The bastards were Jon and… Dyanna." Everyone nodded when they heard the names, and he continued the story. "Well ever since Lord Stark returned the North has been doing gods knows what. But everything is leading to a possible war."
Once again the tavern was filled with silence as everyone drank their ale, with barmaids going around and filling up empty goblets and horns.
When the silence was broken it was the man who laughed earlier, and he spoke with a snarl, obviously hating what he was hearing. "And the King is doing what? Nothing! Same goes for all of the other Wardens and Lords!" The man yelled with obvious signs of being drunk.
"Ah!" The storyteller said as he placed his goblet down. "Now that I don't think is completely true." Everyone looked at him and he continued. "Lord Hoster Tully, having to deal with such an insult in the form of Lord Stark birthing bastards with his wife practically next door, and who immediately remarried to his mistress not a few days after her leaving, has grown a dislike and hate for the Lord Eddard and has had the borders between the North and the Riverlands guarded and manned daily."
People nodded having heard this. One of the few sitting closest to the main table then spoke. "I also heard that Lord Tywin Lannister has had a part of the Lannister Navy out at sea near the northern borders."
"Exactly!" The main man said, pointing towards the man who just finished. "The Vale is in a fickle, with Lord Yohn Royce sitting in as Jon Arryn's proxy, who practically raised the Warden of the North alongside the Lord Hand, is having trouble in what to do."
"What about Dorne?" Someone near the bar asked. "What are they doing?"
The man grabbed his cup and took a sip, his cheeks pinking from the alcohol. "That… one is interesting." He then looked at everyone. "You would expect the most Northern and Southern kingdoms to be at odds with each other. But here not so much… The Dornish have had their borders with Stormlands and the Reach, manned and armed. So an unlikely ally was found in the sands."
"What about the Fat King? What is he doing?"
"Not a clue. The King sees Lord Stark as a brother from their times in the Vale together." He said as he got up to his feet. "Well that's enough from me, I must be going."
As he went to leave the activity in the tavern returned slowly, allowing the man to walk straight out the door without being stopped. Once outside he went around a few corners until he stopped, standing in front of a short slender man."I did as you asked now, where are my coins and whores?" He said blandly, looking up into gray-green eyes.
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Hardhome
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Lord Eddard Stark found himself, in maybe the only thing close to a city or Town in the Greater North. Behind the man nearly a few miles away a quarter of the Northern ships were at bay, half of them filled with Northmen armed and ready when or if it was called upon, and the others filled with supplies for the possible inhabitants of the North.
Behind Ned, himself were Lords Karstark, Umber, Mormont, and Bolton(keep your friends close, but your enemies closer), and sadly the first three weren't happy about what might happen today, but after countless hours and days arguing and promises the lords agreed to this plan.
Beside the graying lord was the Commander of the Night's Watch, Lord Benjen Stark, who was just as equally as happy as Greatjon, Rickard or Joer. He hated this but to stop centuries' worth of bad blood, he'd rather be a part of the history book.
But what held all of their attention was the men and women standing in front of them. Mance Rayder, the current and newest King Beyond the Wall, with a handful of chieftains and their closet, were in the largest building in Hardhome, and today they were making history.
"Eddard Stark," Mance said, breaking the silence of the room. "The last time I saw you was when I was a man of the Watch." Ned felt the man's eyes look him up and down. "I also remembered you not having as much gray hair, or those scars you hold upon your face."
Indeed Ned wasn't his old self, now the Warden of the North fitted such a title where he was loved and feared by his people. His once long brown hair was now held back in a bun with visible graying. Ned also had a bit of a beard going, and his face was covered in wrinkles from stress and scars from battles he won. His dark grey eyes that once showed his mood now only showed coldness and hardness.
Ned nodded, but his stoic and cold face never dropped. "Aye. In the time you deserted and became a king, I have fought countless battles, and coincidentally one of them was on our way here." This caught those around the deserter's attention. "It was with one Lord of Bones, who I remembered was a part of your group, Mance."
He watched as the bard played a few notes on his lute, and the man nodded. "He was… how did he go?" Ned nodded and explained that after the Lord of Bones' disaster of an ambush, he was later beheaded and his body burned, along with all those that fell Northmen or wildlings. Hearing that the King Beyond the Wall nodded. "Good, he was always doing what he wished."
Silence followed as the sound of Mance Rayder played a tone. But as silence filled the room the Warden of the North and the King Beyond the Wall were both having a stare-down on who would make the next move. However as time went on the members of the room could feel the tension grow and it was finally broken when a bald man slammed his fist onto the table making everyone place their hands on their weapons, all but Ned or Mance.
"Why don't we kill these fuckers already!" His voice was thick with an unknown accent to the Northern Lord. The man then drew his axe from his belt, but before he could do anything, Ned finally removed his eyes from the opposite him and looked at the bald man, who stopped what he was doing when he saw a flash of molten gold in the Warden's eyes.
"Hahaha!" Greatjon laughed coldly as he released his greatsword. "Like you'd be able to! See those ships half of them are filled with armed men and women that are ready to raid this place, just like you have done to our people countless times Thenn."
The other Northmen joined his statement with an agreeing nod, making the freefolk clench their fists and start speaking in the Old Tongue, all but the Quiet Wolf, Wandering Wolf or the Leech Lord. "Lord Umber." The sickly quiet voice of Roose Bolton spoke up, making everyone stop what they were doing, even the wildlings. "I believe you aren't helping our cause."
The giant of a man stared at the Lord of the Dreadfort, with cold eyes, but nodded. Hearing this Ned watched as Mance Rayder sat up straight, finally allowing them to get to business. "Now Lord Stark. Why are you here?"
Holding out his hand in Roose's direction, Lord Stark waited until he felt the weight of paper. "It's quite simple, to be honest," Ned said as he unrolled the given paper to show a map of the North from Winterfell to the Wall. "I want to allow you and your people beyond the wall." He finished as he placed the map on the table in front of the separate people.
Hearing this shocked the wildlings and they broke into murmurs. The Northern Lords however already knew this. The Warden and his bannermen have spent months on this, arguing and disputes all the way. But after hearing what the Quiet Wolf said and promised they agreed only if the wildlings followed his orders.
"And why do you want us?" A beautiful woman with long braided hair and pale gray/blue eyes. "To have us lower our guards and then slaughter us without hesitating?"
Ned went to respond but was stopped when Mance Rayder raised a hand, stopping the murmurs behind him. "Val has a point but before we get to that topic. What lands are you offering us as our home?" He asked as he eyed the map on the table.
Nodding his head the Warden of the North got to his feet, making some of the wildlings step forward. Not caring, Ned walked until he was standing beside Mance who was also on his feet. The reason he didn't care about the threats for 2 main and specific reasons; the first was that his Lords already had their hands on their hilts, and because he was giving the freefolk what they wanted ever since the competition of the Wall.
Running a hand along the Gift, Ned spoke. "The Gift, Brandon's and the New Gift. It's an area you and your people know well. Its lands aren't as healthy as elsewhere but it holds enough room to house your people." He watched as Mance nodded, and Ned continued. "But we have a solution for the guard not being healthy."
Ned looked to the Lord of Mormont Island and watched as Jeor picked up a bag full of the solution. Placing it on the table, he opened it and continued.
"If you have noticed, the North has opened trade with the cities of Essos. One of them happened to be Yi Ti." Grabbing a handful of the contents inside the bag, he held it out to Mance. Pouring it into the man's offered hand. "One of their main products is this. Rice. It can grow anywhere, all it needs is an ample amount of sun and a bit of water, and when harvested all you need is purify it."
Ned watched as the King Beyond on the Wall looked at the grains in his hand and after a bit, he nodded and gave them back by putting what he had back into the bag. "What about livestock?"
"Everyone who lived on these lands has been moved south and has been given a home. The livestock are healthy and fine, and plentiful having been able to reproduce over the few years this has happened." The Warden of the North said, as he tied the bag of rice back up and handed it back to Lord Mormon. "I've also had a few homes and halls built up for you and your people all across the Gifts, with Greenhouses filled with extra food if needed."
Finished, Ned went back to stand with his men and bannermen, and he watched as the wildlings spoke to each other in the form of a language he didn't know. This mission was almost over, all he needed now was for Mance Rayder to accept the offer and keep his words to the Northern Lords and Ladies.
Minutes went by as the Northmen waited and watched in silence as those in front of him spoke, more like arguing with each other. But the only ones who remained quiet and spoke to each other were the King Beyond the Wall, the now-named Val, and a boisterous man who was wearing golden bands around each wrist.
These 3 spoke in whispers showing that Mance trusted these 2 the most, and after a few extra minutes, the bard's hand rose, stopping the bantering. Ned found the King's eyes on him and looked right back.
"This offer is everything I've wanted for my people." He said, with a small bow of his head. "However, before I accept this I have a question to ask." Ned, seeing this nodded and waved his hand to ask. "Why are you offering this, and are you expecting us to bend the knee to your Fat King and you?"
For the first time on this expedition, the Warden of the North did something that shocked even his bannermen and brother. "Absolutely not. You won't need to bow to King Robert, and I'm going to be deadly serious and say this is happening behind his back." Ned said even with a snarl, and he saw the question on Mance's face before the man could ask anything. "He was once my best friend, but after watching as he laughed and allowed those to mutilate and kill babies. Robert Baratheon lost all my loyalty and friendship."
Those around him looked at the graying man with looks of shock, but the most noticeable one was respect, which was coming from none other than Lord Bolton. The Northmen were surprised to hear this, yes they knew that their king lost a friendship that day, but they didn't know that he also lost the North in doing so.
The Freefolk looked at the man in a new light, no one on the other side of the Wall ever personally visited them with a minimal guard or the intent to kill them. Stark came here to offer them a home that most wanted to accept. But when he told them that the Fat King laughed and enjoyed the sight of dead babes, their respect for the man skyrocketed.
"So no," Ned spoke, bringing his men and those across from him back to the current time. "I do not want to see you bow to him." He stopped and watched as a look flew across Mance's face. "But to live in my lands. You and your chieftains, are to bow to me, and pledge your allegiance to me, and if you want to call me King of the North, or a Winter King go for it."
Hearing this everyone went deathly quiet, the Northern Lords watched all of those opposite them, and a few of them even had their hands clenched around the hilt of their weapons. This action was proven justifiable a few seconds later when weapons were drawn and bloody murder was screamed.
"I knew this was all a lie!" One woman said with a dirk. "We'll kill you and then eat you!" Another bald man said. "When we're done with you, we'll go to your rock walls and rape all of those inside!" And so on and so forth
This went on for a few minutes until everything was stopped when the King Beyond the Wall shouted. "SILENCE!" Mance yelled banging a horn onto the table. "You do know what you are asking and that your people have killed thousands of us?"
"And it was done out of defence!" Ned snapped right back as he went to his feet. "Your people raped women and children and raided small homes and towns. Countless deaths and murders were done for what!?" Grabbing his axe, the Quiet Wold was awakened as he slammed it into the table. "Did you know that a little over a hundred years ago, my ancestor would be here doing the same thing I am doing now? But every messenger he sent was killed and was never seen again."
The Warden of the North's eyes glowed molten golden at this. What he said was true, Cregan and Brandon sent messengers in hopes of integrating the people into the North in hopes of gaining a greater population. But that was a hundred years ago, and the now and here was a new beginning.
"You should be thankful that I have offered you these lands!" He yelled again, making his own lords tense at his tone. "So yes I expect you to get onto your knees and kiss my boots! And if you do this then I promise you, just as I promised my lords that you will be protected under my care! And all I ask in return is for your loyalty and everyone in this blasted fucking camp who has raped and revived from my lands brought to me so that I can cut off their cocks and hands, to make it clear that my demands are made clear and that my words hold the truth and only the truth!"
Silence reigned the hall, glares being sent to their enemies. Swords, axes, dirks and all sorts of weapons were drawn upon, and the only one making a noise was Lord Roose Bolton who was still standing behind his liege lord eating an orange, after expertly peeling it.
"And what if we don't?" Val spoke up glaring at the man she falsely found respect for. "What if instead of getting onto our knees, we decide to kill you slowly?"
"You'll find that out when the time comes, and you do not bend." He said, ask he grabbed his axe and sheathed it. "I give you lands and a promise of food, and protection. Just give me those who wronged my people and we can never see or speak to each other again."
Silence followed Ned, feeling Mance's eyes examining him. Everyone else slowly resheathed their weapons, all but the craved grinning Thenn who was eying Lord Umber. When it was broken it was in the form of Mance speaking.
"Before we continue and do in fact bend the knee." The northern lord looked at the king. "May I ask what your true intentions of coming here are for? You were being honest when you were speaking but I felt as if you are hiding something."
Sitting down on the chair behind him, Lord Eddard Stark felt his whole body shiver at the answer to the question. It was the reason his Lords and Ladies accepted the integration of the Wildlings into their lands and numbers.
Seeing this Ned watched as the King Beyond the Wall followed his lead by sitting down on his chair. The man also must have seen the shiver in his body or the fear in his eyes. Thinking about it made the Quiet Wolf remember that night, all the while he remembered it, he explained what his true reason was.
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Flashback
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Clouds and snow were what the eyes could see. Everywhere he looked was snow and high winds. But most of all Ned was beyond confused, as the last he remembered was falling asleep in his bed. Stopping the man found himself looking down at 2 large paws.
'What in the-.' He said but was stopped when whatever he was, continued in its direction going further into the storm, and what Ned assumed was north. As this was happening the Warden of the North was thinking hundreds of thoughts at a time, and when he got his answer his mental eye widened. 'I… I'm Warging.'
Surprisingly the answer came with a nod of the head from the body he was sharing. Remaining quiet as he watched what was happening, Ned started feeling eyes on him, hundreds of thousands of them. But not once did he find the source of the stares.
But then it happened, an open sky showing complete darkness with rays of green, blue, and purple, but no clouds were found. However, that wasn't all, for in a matter of seconds Ned felt as if he was going further and further down a freezing lake.
Looking around he found mountains, and flat land that was covered in snow and ice so thick that when he wanted to move forward the owner of the body growled, and showed him memories of other wolves… no direwolves… falling through and never coming back.
As Ned looked around something unknowingly made his heart stop for a few seconds. In the distance about a few hundred kilometres, away was a massive and ancient castle and city, one that had been frozen over by what Ned would assume would be millennials worth of snow and ice.
However, his eyes tunnelled visioned on the sight, the Warden of the North didn't notice the misty forms exiting the castle doors, all but one. In a blink of an instant, Ned found ice-chilling blue eyes staring at him, and as this happened he felt a pull on his back, sending the Lord of Winterfell back into his body.
But before he left he watched as mist in the form of bodies sped towards his locations, and following them was what looked like over a hundred thousand end and rotting corpses of humans, and animals, and in the distance Ned could hear a loud screech. But his eyes quickly found them on the being he was sharing a body with, a direwolf the size double that of a pony with fur as black as night and eyes the colour of molten gold, and how that magnificent beast ran away from the speeding hoard.
Once he returned, Eddard Stark for the first time since his youth woke up screaming, in a sweat, and when the Maester arrived the sight of a hunched over half-naked man, could be seen muttering to himself continuously. "They aren't fairytales. They aren't fairytales. They aren't fairytales. They aren't fairytales."
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Flashback Over
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When he was finished explaining the hall was filled with silence as those reheard the story in their mind. But the ones with the most notable surprise were the Lords of the North. This was the first time they heard it and to believe that those stories they were told when they were children, could be true? They wanted to laugh, but seeing their Warden look so defeated… they couldn't help but think they were true.
Ned opened his eyes as he finished telling the true reason why he came. Looked up at the people across him, and to his surprise, he found some of them on their knees, Mance being one of them. Giving a single nod when pretty much everyone was kneeling, all but Styr and a few others, the Quiet Wolf watched as Mance looked at the white-bearded man.
"Tormund." Mance finally breaks the silence by calling to the boisterous man he was looking at. The named Wildling looked to his former king and listened. "Have every man, woman and child prepared to leave, we are going to be heading to our new home."
The big-bellied man nodded and left, leaving those in the hall alone. Ned looked over to Rickard and nodded, giving him the signal to prepare the ships. With both men gone the hall fell into chaos on the Wildling side, and the start of the bonfire was the Thenn leader.
"SILENCE," Mance yelled, once again making everyone flinch on his side of the hall. "Styr. If you do not want to come with then get out of this hall and leave, and that goes for all of you wild fuckers! Let's see how long you last against that hoard."
The named chieftain glared at the king and the Northmen and spat in their direction. As he marched out of the room, Ned knew that the man was cursing his lungs out, and no one followed the giant man.
"How are you going to get the giants across the wall?" Val spoke, drawing Ned's attention to the beauty. "I doubt those boats of yours can hold even one of them."
Nodding his head, the Warden of the North looked to a window where he could see a face looking down on those inside. "May I use your help, Val?" He asked, looking towards the woman who nodded in confirmation. His dark gray eyes looked at the giant face. "My brother and I will lead you to Eastwatch, where Cotter Pyke will allow you and your kin to enter." Ned listened as the woman translated for him, and when Val was done the giant nodded. "I have already scouted out a path for you to take, and I promise that it is safe for all but a few mild animals."
After translating this the giant yelled and left and the earth around them shakes with every step. Waiting for all but a few minutes everyone slowly started leaving, to prepare to leave this cold wasteland. As all those left, only 2 remain in the warm hall. Those being Lord Eddard Stark and King Mance Rayder.
Picking up the map that was still laid out on the table between the 2 men. Putting the paper away, Ned went to leave but was stopped by the voice of Mance Rayder calling out to him. "Lord Stark." Looking behind him at the man. "Thank you for giving my people this opportunity to make a new life. I also hope you don't expect us to listen to your demands as if we are your lordlings."
For the first time in the time he was here, Ned allowed a smile to appear on his normally stoic and cold face. "Your people are my people, Mance Rayder, and I promise you that I will fix the mistake my ancestors caused you and those who lived here. The only difference between us is that the Freefolk were on the wrong side of the Wall during its creation."
Laughing, the man grabbed his dirk, helmet, axe, and lastly, the bard's trusty friend and ally, his lute. "Now how are you going to get this offer to those that didn't ally themselves to me?" The 2 men made their way to the entrance, Ned explaining the plan.
Once outside screams filled Hardhome and the area around it, making everyone shiver at what it could mean. Those who were armed drew their weapons and made their way to the location of the screams.
Once there Ned was surprised to find what was there. Walking in a straight line towards the Warden of the North was a pack of direwolves standing at 12 strong, and leading it was a familiar black-as-night alpha. Sheathing their weapons everyone went back to what they were doing.
"Hahaha!" The sound of a familiar laugh sounded out behind Ned. "It seems the Direwolves of the North are once again back!" Greatjon said with a laugh that was joined by his fellow Northmen, obviously minus the Leech Lord.
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Summer Sea
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The trip to Norvos was as eventful as one would expect… boring and quiet. Jon was never a fan of ships, he found them to be slow and clunky, but he kept that thought to himself because of multiple reasons. However, on the few days that were quite entertaining, those days being the days where he'd train Arthur, Oberyn, or either of the Sand Snakes.
On this day, after a spar with Tyene who low and behold had a tit pop out during their fight. Giving everyone including Jon himself a nice show of her tan breast, and allowing his hormonal driving cock, he dropped his guard. Not only did Daemon get a bit of an ear full from Arthur for such a thing, but he also got a wink from the woman.
Now Jon found himself holding and inspecting the dragon egg before him, and enjoying the heat radiating off of the thing. Yes, he knew about his true identity but he gave 2 shits for the Iron Throne or returning his family to their former power. All Daemon cared about was what he got from that part of his family, which was before him. The three dragon eggs his father gifted him and his possible living siblings.
Placing the gray and blue egg back into the chest, Jon reached for the next one, causing him to stop in the action as he felt the rising heat from the other 2. To say Daemon was shocked was understandable, because from what he was told these eggs were losing heat, and as years went on they were on a slow decline.
Forming a plan, he knew that taking the eggs out of the room was a risk, but minus the crew of the ship, everyone was loyal to Oberyn or Doran, and he also knew that if one of them were to tell someone, they would have to deal with the Red Viper.
A plan made Jon, grabbed the brown and red egg from the chest, and closed it. Placing the egg onto the bed he closed the chest and slid it back under the bed. Grabbing Blackfyre from its location, he quickly attached the sword to his belt and made for the door with an egg in hand.
Opening the door he found the Sword of the Morning standing guard, and with him were Nymeria and Tyene. When the 2 Sand Snakes saw him, both grew a grin but that quickly faded to shock when they saw what he was holding and felt what was radiating from it.
"Where's Oberyn?" Jon asked, pushing past them and he got his answer from his guard, who was following after him with the same shocked look as the 2 women. Getting onto the deck of the Laughing Lady(ship's name), he looked around hoping to find the figure of the man who raised him.
Looking around, Daemon stopped before he could set his eyes on the Dornishman who was talking with the captain. For his amethyst eyes found themselves on the Smoking Sea. Beyond the smoke, he would find the Targaryens' original home, the home of his ancestors so long ago.
"Jon?" He heard someone call out behind him and looking he found his uncle standing there. "Wha-?"
He watched as Oberyn stopped mid-sentence as he looked at the heat-emitting egg in his arms. The man's black snake-like eyes widened at the heat, already possibly knowing what it meant. Jon also felt a dozen other eyes on him, all of them feeling the extra heat.
"They're close by… they have to be." Was all Jon said as he looked at the man in front of him, remembering the day he lost the White Bat, the man having been ordered and sent to find his brother and sister. "I… I can feel it."
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Valyria
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In a ruined home of Valyria, a body could be found. This person was a woman who is believed to believe in a witch, having eternal youth with her skin unwrinkled and untouched with age. Her hair was as long and a healthy silver blonde as she went missing. But most of all her curves and body were still as unwrinkled and untouched by time, her breast as ample and full.
The owner's eyes then opened as the dream she had finished, revealing two mismatched eyes, one dark blue and the other bright green, and seeing these only enhanced her beauty. This person was Shiera Seastar, daughter of Aegon IV and Serenei of Lys.
Shiera sat up from the bed she was using and grabbed her ivory cloth and got dressed, having slept in the nude and had ever since she got her companion. Standing the beauty slipped on her slippers, and stepped outside to find the large silver scaly body that belonged to a dragon who lived during the Dance of the Dragons.
"Silverwing." Her voice was angelic and beautiful as if always was. "It's time for a hunt." Was all Shiera said as she climbed upon the formerly slumbering dragon.
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TBC
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