A/N: WHAT'S UP MUCKACHUNGAS!? It's Travez here, and I hope you are enjoying this story so far. Before we begin, I first want to apologize for this chapter being so short, but as I was writing this one, I got a real killer of a headache, so while I want to continue this chapter until the end of the Tourney of Harrenhal, I don't think I'll be able to, so my apologies! However, I have been working hard on deciding the characters for Vlad's "Party" in GoT and while last time, I did have it that Melisandre and Stannis were going to be in it, now I'm not so sure if I should! However, I do have an idea on who could replace them, and I have the full party right now to show you guys, and I think you might find it rather interesting:

-Vlad Draculya: Swarmkeeper (Ranger)

-Cersei Lannister: Mastermind (Rogue)

-Rhaegar Targaryen: College of Eloquence (Bard)

-Lyanna Stark: Order of the Ghostslayers (Blood Hunter)

-Howland Reed: Circle of the Spores (Druid)

-Jyana Eventide: Grave Domain (Cleric)

Now as to why I chose these characters and these specific classes, it wasn't an easy decision, but I had managed to figure out each of these characters would be perfect. Vlad I've already explained in the last chapter, but for the rest, I had to think long and hard on each of them.

-For Lyanna, since her son, Jon, is the Prince that is Promised, it would make for some pretty epic Foreshadowing if Lyanna were a Ghostslayer, and this order of Blood Hunters has the ability to ignite their weapons with Radiant Energy, and are capable of using their blood curses on those they normally don't work on.

-For Rhaegar, since he preferred Singing over actual Fighting, I thought "why not marry the two of them" and made Rhaegar a Bard, specifically the College of Eloquence, which would help in the future as Eloquence Bards are super overpowered.

-For Howland, though he kind of fits the stereotypical ranger build due to what I've read up on him, he would also make a perfect Druid, specifically a Circle of the Spores Druid. Spores Druids actually get along quite well with Swarmkeeper Rangers, and i think this would fit him once he is turned into a Dhampir.

-For Jyana, many people seem to place her as a member of the Green Men, and in one story, the Crannogmen and the Green Men have been intermarrying for generations, and this sort of fits, especially if Jyana is one who has the ability to use Green Sight to predict the future!

-Finally, for Cersei, I had to think long and hard about her, but I eventually thought that a Mastermind Rogue would work best, both Canonically and as a D&D Character. She is a manipulative bitch in Canon, but if she were to utilize those skills for the good fight, just imagine how powerful and well loved she'd be!

Anyway that's enough out of me, and again, sorry about how short this chapter is. Please be sure to Follow, Favorite, Review, and Share this story with anyone you know who likes Dungeons and Dragons as well as Game of Thrones Content. I promise to make the next chapter longer if I can. Catch ya on the Flipside! NAT 20!

Chapter 1: Moat Cailin and the Bright Wolf

?, Cersei Lannister

Cersei finds herself standing in a familiar place, one she frequently visits in her nightmares, and standing before is the beautiful, but terrifying, Maggy the Frog. "Welcome back, Lady Cersei… I have not seen you for a while…"

"Why am I here? I never wanted to come here again!" Cersei says.

"The gods brought you here… They wish to offer you a glimpse into a new future…" She brings out the knife, and offers it to Cersei. "Do you wish to know a fraction of it?"

"Will it be the same as you had stated before?"

"The changes could be small, but even small changes can create wide ripples into the sea of time…" Maggy explains. Looking at the knife, Cersei slowly raises it to the same thumb she cut so long ago, and slices it open, allowing blood to flow. Unlike last time, Maggy gently takes Cersei's finger and drinks. "You get three questions…"

"Will I marry the Prince?"

"You will marry a Prince, but not the Prince you seek… Your Prince has come from beyond the stars, and he currently rebuilds the Echo of his Home in the North."

'A Northern Prince?' Cersei thinks, wondering at this change, "How many children will we have?"

"You shall have six children born of your womb, but you shall also have more children, not of your womb nor his seed, but they shall carry his blood, as will you when it is your time."

'Six children!' Cersei thinks happily. 'But these others… "Not of my womb or his seed" what does she mean by that?' She thinks carefully on the final question, and looks at Maggy, a silent plea in her eyes. "Will we be happy?"

"Oh yes, you will be happy… Your happiness will be your rock in the winter storms that are to come, and it will be that which will keep you strong when the Valonqar comes and wraps his arms around you." Maggy says as the world around her begins to be pierced by light. "Take from my words what you will, my lady, but know that if you want this future, you must not hesitate to take hold of it when the future presents itself to you in it's True Form."

Casterly Rock, 281 AC

Cersei wakes in her bed, sitting up with a start as she breathes hard, her mind racing as she tries to comprehend what she had seen in her dreams. Her mind is racing as she tries to comprehend Maggy's prophecies to her, only for her door to get a knock upon it. "Who is it!?" Cersei snaps.

"It's only me, sweet sister!"

"What do you want, imp?" Cersei asks.

"I am just here to inform you that Father wishes to see you!" Tyrion says, "He wishes to see you in his solar immediately!"

"Let father know that I just woke up, and I will be there momentarily…" Cersei says, sighing as she calms her nerves. Tyrion doesn't say another word and leaves whilst Cersei gets herself dressed. It takes her a quite a few minutes, even with the aid of servants, to make herself presentable for her father, but she is soon dressed in a rather modest crimson dress, her hair done up, and she makes her way towards her father's Solar, the Lion of Lannister reading over a message. "I apologize for the delay, Father!"

"I was expecting you to be late, your nightmares have been keeping you up late at night as of recently… No matter…" Tywin Lannister says, looking at Cersei. "Read this…" Cersei looks at the message her father received.

To Tywin Lannister…

Princess Elia Martell has been murdered, having been raped and torn to pieces by an assassin, one leaving behind a signet ring that contains a sigil none of us have seen before. You are not being accused, old friend, but I would request your aid in finding this murderer. I know we have not always been on the best of terms, but this is one time I find myself in need of your aid… I invite you to a Tournament being held at Harrenhal to discuss this threat, and a possible alliance between us. As of yet, I haven't decided on a new bride for my son, so I would like to give your daughter a chance to prove herself worthy. If she does not, I have a possible second match that might interest you, my grandson, Prince Aegon, to a Daughter of Cersei. I await your answer, old friend, do not disappoint me…

King Aerys Targaryen, Second of his Name

Fire and Blood.

Cersei cannot believe her eyes as she reads this, but part of her feels something is wrong… "Father, this sounds too good to be true…" Cersei says, unsure where this feeling comes from.

"It is… Aerys is likely to suspect I will jump at the chance to marry you off to Rhaegar, as it has been one of my greatest ambitions… I, however, feel like Aerys might be playing at something bigger here, that is why he offered his grandchild to a daughter you would bear… Is there something you are hiding from me, Cersei?" Tywin's eyes have a look that could kill in anyone if it were possible, and Cersei looks at her father with a touch of fear, but speaks the truth to him.

"No, father…! I have nothing to hide!" Cersei says, terrified, but keeps her voice even, if only barely. Tywin, looking into her eyes, nods as he turns his back towards the window.

"In the next few months, things will begin to change, for better or for worse…" Tywin says, "I want you, Jaime, and even Tyrion to join me for the Tourney at Harrenhal… If we are to discover the real reason for Aerys summoning us, then we will need to make a good first impression…" He sits down at his desk, "You may go…" Cersei nods and leaves quickly, but then she stops.

"Father…" Cersei says, "Have you heard anything about Moat Cailin in the North?"

"Yes, some odd goings on about a new minor house being raised and Moat Cailin being rebuilt… To some foreigner who saved Lyanna Stark's life from an assassin who had been poisoning her, or so the rumors go…" Lord Tywin says.

"Do you happen to know the name of this foreigner?" Cersei asks.

"His name is a bit hard to say but…" He brings out a message, "Vlad Dracula… I think that is the short phrasing of it… His name is extremely difficult to pronounce."

"I see… Thank you, Father…" She then leaves as she makes her way through the halls, going to break her fast as she sees Tyrion already in his cups.

"So what did our father have to say?"

"We're going to a Tourney at Harrenhal, apparently Princess Elia Martell was murdered…" Cersei says, to which she is given a breakfast of eggs and sausage.

"That's good! Now you can finally marry the Prince and live happily ever after!" Tyrion says, but then looks at his sister… "That is what you want, right?"

"Of course it is… Although…" She starts to trail off, but Tyrion knows better than to continue such thoughts.

"Well, at least we'll be seeing something enjoyable in a few moons time…" Tyrion says, finishing his food before heading off to do… Whatever it is he does… All Cersei can do is finish her food and sigh.

Moat Cailin, 2 Months Later…

Vlad helps a man carefully move a blocks of a strange black stone with white lines flowing through it, the two men smiling as they move it into position, all of them smiling as the people watch carefully. Vlad smiles and with a swift movement, they place down the last block of stone, and everyone cheers, Vlad looking proudly as he sees the 80ft tall Black Basalt Curtain Walls, and all 20 of the 100ft tall towers now stand complete, the outer wall having been finished for Moat Cailin in less than a month, and in no small part due to the workers around them. The Walls had been delayed due to Vlad wanting the homes, businesses, as well as other fixtures of the Castle to be finished first so that the smallfolk would have places to live and to do business.

To carefully explain Moat Cailin, it is situated on a large hill that covers an area of 50 acres and has an elevation of over 200ft. This makes placing the keep at the top of the hill the most strategic spot, but more than that, it makes the crafting of the walls and the other places of commerce a bit tricky. Fortunately, the Ruins left a lot of clues in how the fortress had been built before, so setting up the fortress's township, as well as some of the other necessities easy to locate and rebuild. There were some necessities that needed to be addressed, such as clean water, a sewer system, amongst other things, that needed to be addressed, but, fortunately, Vlad discovered a way to deal such issues as, fortunately, there is one thing the North is known for, it's the rain and snow. Gathering Fresh Water is easy for Vlad, thanks to his Druidcraft Cantrip, allowing him to predict the weather and ration out water to his people.

Aside from this, Vlad managed to teach his smallfolk what kinds of fruits, vegetables, and grains grow well in the environment of the Neck, like Raspberries, Fox Grapes, Cranberries, Corn, Rice, Carrots, Cabbage, Tomatoes, Sugar Cane, Persimmons, Asparagus, Pears, Strawberries, and many others, since some of the crops can withstand cold and harsh conditions, whilst the rest would require Glass Houses to keep them in a stable environment on which to thrive in. Alongside the aid of his Druidcraft Cantrip, he is able to get the crops in both the swampy fields and in the Glass Houses ready for their first harvest in the first few months. With the villages and businesses set up, and with the crops growing, Vlad turned his attention back to reconstructing the walls and towers. Thankfully, a majority of the ruins were saved by virtue of the hill, making it easier to rebuild everything.

Now Vlad turns his attention to the summit of the hill, where the Keep is being repaired… Despite how Vlad once saw it, the Keep of Moat Cailin was actually in far better repair than he had thought, and due to the hill that it is positioned on, it is in far better repair than he had initially thought. The Keep itself is actually two separate but identical keeps built right next to each other, and connected to each other by carefully built bridges, which were the first things that needed to be repaired out of anything else… Aside from the King's Road flowing down the center, the entire fortress is actually built in three different layers on each side of the King's Road, and each district is separated by a road that leads to the layer above on each side.

The First of these Districts is by far the largest, the Marsh District, which is designed to house most of the smallfolk, as well as contain the markets, the glass houses, the barracks, and a number of other things. The Second Layer is known as the Canopy District, it contains a secondary level of residential areas and businesses that are more well off, as well as contain the Godswood. It is also the area where Landed Knights or more highly specialized soldiers make their homes, allowing them to get to the defense efforts quickly. The Final District is the Rain District, where the Twin Keeps are located. Each of these districts are split in two in order to accommodate the King's Road, whilst also having high walls on either side of the wall with secret entrances and exits to allow for the small folk to enter and leave Moat Cailin, but so that any army who manages to breach the gates will be walking directly into a trap, as the walls not only enclose around invading armies to prevent them from getting to the other districts, buit because the twin keeps are high above the King's Road, and the walls create a chokepoint, the small folk can hurl heavy stones from above to defend the city as well. The Final Addition to these districts is that they are separated by three concentric rings that grow smaller and smaller the higher you get up the hill, with walls running alongside the roads leading up each rise to create chokepoints to protect the level above it.

Vlad can't help but smile as he looks out at the progress that has been made over the last two months, normally this would have, more than likely, taken years to rebuild to the level it had gone now, but he smirks as the potions he had been brewing for the workers to help them improve their abilities so that they could faster, longer, and harder without hurting them did pay dividends on his end. Now that the keeps were the only thing that needed to be taken care of right now, Vlad can only smirk as he knows he has run out of ingredients for making his potions. "Good job everyone!" Vlad says, "As a reward, how about you all come to the keep and we celebrate with a feast?" All the workers on the wall cheer loudly, and Vlad makes his way back up.

While it does take him a while to do so, he smiles as he gets to the Rookery, and finds he has received messages from a good number of people, one in particular captures his interest:

Lord Vladislaus of House Draculya…

We, the Maesters of Old Town, are honored you had extended an invitation to the Citadel to have one of our maesters travel northward to serve as the Knight of the Mind for your new keep, which we are astonished with the progress you have made over the past few months. However, the qualifications of the Maester you requested for us based on their chain have been difficult, and the only one we, hesitantly, deem worthy of your expectations… We shall say, he is one of two black sheep amongst our order. His name is Qyburn, and he is a powerful Maester with several links in Medicine, as well as a few links in other forms of learning as well. Though his learning in the Art of Necromancy, that is something we advise caution in, though it seems you have a bit of an interest in such knowledge, though the reasons you gave are sound indeed. If these rumors of a Vampire are indeed true, then who better to fight the undead than one who seeks to understand them? I hope you do not come to regret this decision, my lord, Qyburn is a studious and inquisitive man, but I would suggest you refer to him with caution above all things. His experiments, though ceased, have been deemed immoral and dangerous.

Maester Wolford…

"Tch, fools, you don't know what is coming for you…" He then picks up another message with a smile on his face as he sees the symbol upon it, and opens it:

To Lord Vladislaus Draculya, Lord of Moat Cailin

It is with great honor and distinction that I welcome you into the Seven Kingdoms, and I thank you for the opportunity you have given me. These old fools will not seek to pursue deeper knowledge, but it seems that you are willing to allow for such a pursuit, within reason of course. Though it will limit how well I can pursue my studies and experiments, it is far more invigorating, as it means it will be all the more challenging, and if there is anything anyone knows me for, I love being presented with a challenge! When this message arrives, I shall be but a few weeks away from arriving at Moat Cailin… I would also like to hear more about this Witherbloom College you went to, it sounds quite exciting, and if I were to be given a chance to study there, or learn something from a graduate of such a legendary college, I would be honored if you could regale me with what you have learned.

Maester Qyburn

A smile creeps across the Lord's face as he begins to set about to work with preparing the feast for his workers, the had earned it after all of their hard work afterall…

One Month Later…

Lord Rickard Stark rides with his family to Moat Cailin, it is near time for the Tourney of Harrenhal, and deciding to kill two birds with one stone, Lord Rickard brings his children with him through Moat Cailin, to check on it's progress, having heard the Fortress was nearly fully renovated. Lyanna, for her part, is keeping her distance from her brother, Lord Eddard Stark, who had come home near a month earlier, having brought to his father a proposal from his close friend, Lord Robert Baratheon, with intent to marry Lyanna, only to learn that Lyanna was already betrothed to Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. When Lyanna had learned of this, she had been furious with Ned for seeking to bind her to such a man, whom she had learned already has a bastard, and has taken many women to his bed.

Ned, though disappointed in the match being nothing but a dream, he was shocked at his sister's fury, and terrified by the new features she sported, long pointed ears, razor sharp fangs, and silver eyes that glow white with her fury. After being told how Lyanna was saved from becoming a blood thirsty monster called a vampire, he accepted what needed to happen, and was beyond grateful to Lord Vladislaus Draculya. Still Lyanna had refused to talk to him during the trek south, Ned having made many attempts to talk to her, but Brandon had simply told him to let her work through her feelings, she will come back to speak to him when she feels ready for it.

Everyone's attention is then drawn towards what was once a Ruin as Moat Cailin now stands tall and mighty against the bleak swamps of the neck, a massive black fortress crafted of a type of Granite they don't recognize, for it is a black colored granite with veins of white flowing through it, almost like vines and branches from trees, making the walls, towers, and keep itself beautiful and haunting in a way if one were to look at it. What's more, the entire fortress city is considerable and, from Rickard Stark's perspective, not a single acre of space has been wasted. Their banners raised, the Warden of the North approaches the castle as the guards look at them. "I am Lord Rickard Stark, I have come to speak with Lord Vladislaus Draculya!"

"You needn't worry, my Warden!" Vlad says, walking into view with a smile upon his face, using a rope to descend to Lord Rickard, bringing out a basket filled with bread and salt, "Welcome, my lord, to the new Moat Cailin!" Vlad says, to which the Warden of the North smiles as he goes through propriety, and shakes hands with his newest Lord, and Gatekeeper. Once everyone has been suitably greeted, Vlad leads them up the Hill and into the marketplace to lead them to the Castle, where they can feast and rest in his keep. "My Lord, I am glad you have come, I have recieved an invitation to join you at Harrenhal for the upcoming Tournament! I was looking to join, but I do not know the rules of the tourney's events as of right now."

"We can speak of them after we are shown to our rooms." Lord Rickard says.

"Of course my lord!"

"Lord Draculya!" Lyanna says, smiling, "It has been a while since we had last spoken!"

"It is good to see you, again, my lady! How has your training been progressing?"

"Fairly quickly, thanks to your instruction before you left, I had managed to get a handle on my abilities, and they are still evolving as I continue to train!" Lyanna says, smiling at him gently. "Though I have noticed something about my powers that I find quite strange… The Phases of the Moon seem to influence my powers…"

"That is due to your Wolfsblood interacting and mixing with your Vampirism!" Vladislaus explains, "I can go into detail later, if you wish to know!"

"I would appreciate that!" Lyanna says, the group continuing on in silence as they make their way towards the Keep. The polished black stone with white branches flowing through the bricks, it is terrifying, but also beautiful to behold. Once the rooms are shown, Vlad guides the Starks on a tour of the fortress, even introducing Qyburn, who warmly greets the starks as he finishes the clean up from one of his experiments. "So you're the feared Maester Qyburn, correct?"

"Yes, my lady, I am feared, but mostly because my curiosity and my lust for greater knowledge was insatiable, and the others at the Citadel felt I was delving too greedily and too deep into knowledge they felt best left alone. Fortunately, my lord Vladislaus, due to his experience with Necromancers and Dark Healers was not afraid of my curiosity, and has allowed me to continue my experiments, within reason, and I'm to take every precaution necessary to ensure they don't get out of hand. A strong amount of limitations, but I find it a challenge worth surmounting!" Qyburn explains, smiling, "Oh that reminds me, My Lord…!" he walks over to his desk and brings over a what appears to be a set of books. "I have gotten some messages from the rookery just a short while ago, and I think you will be pleased with what the contents will say!"

"Oh?" Vlad asks, reading one of the messages and smiles big at this. "Oh! Now this is quite the twist!"

"What is it?" Lord Rickard asks.

"It seems that Lord Tywin Lannister will be joining us at the Tourney of Harrenhal, at the King's request, though this does beg the question as to why. King Aerys did royally piss off Tywin the last time they interacted… As far as I know anyway, but it also seems he wishes to speak with me personally."

"That isn't ominous at all?" Lyanna says, tapping her chin in thought.

"Well we won't be here for more than a day… The trip may be longer to reach the tourney, but it is better than having to pay the Freys to use their crossing… I already informed the King we might be a day or two late, given the circumstances." Lord Rickard says, "Though what does the other message say?"

"It's from Prince Rhaegar…" Vlad says, "He says that he wants to talk with me personally as well, having heard about my prowess as a vampire hunter, and wanting to obtain justice for his dead wife, and to ensure Lyanna is safe whilst she is there. Not that she needs it, but I can't help but agree with the Prince's request."

"What makes you say that?" Lyanna asks, an annoyed look on her face.

"Forgive me for what I'm about to say, but you've not any actual combat experience, and the only time you've ever faced a Vampire, you nearly got turned…" Vlad explains, "If the Vampire decides to strike at the Tournament, then it will be likely he will target you, or any one of the noble ladies there."

"You do make a point there, as much as it grates on my nerves…" Lyanna says, glaring at him. Vlad apologizes for his words, but then offers to bring his guests to dinner. Once the festivities die down, Vlad makes his way to the Master Bedroom, and finds his bed, or at least temporary one, until his real bed is actually made. It is a grand wood and metal casket, layed with cushioning on the inside and a pillow for his head for him to get a proper night's rest in with a smile as he slips into his nightly clothes, lies down in the coffin, and closes the lid, smiling as sleep finds him, as well as grateful that he doesn't need to breathe.

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Finding himself in the darkness, he looks around, his claws out as he wonders where he is, straining his senses to figure that out… His eyes then see a light in the distance, a beautiful woman with long flowing golden hair, gleaming emerald eyes, fair skin, and a beautiful graceful figure… However, he can see something about her, something that reminds him of somebody whom his heart longed for, yet died in his arms. This woman turns around, and she looks at him, Vlad hiding his claws as they return to normal. "Who are you…?" She asks, looking a bit nervous.

"I am…" Vlad says, hesitating at first, but once his hands return to normal, "I am Prince Vladislaus… Draculya…" He bows to her, "Son of the Viovode of the Territory of Wallachia, the southernmost territory of Anora, and one of the many warrior Princes of Skycrown."

"How regal…" Cersei smirks, "And modest, I assume those are just a handful of your titles…"

"Yes, but they tend to drag on and on, so I prefer to stick to my more important titles, to keep it short and simple." Vlad explains, "And who might you be, my lady? If you were not human, I'd assume you'd be of the Leonin Race…"

"My name is Cersei Lannister, I am the Daughter of Lord Tywin Lannister…" She says, curtseying to Vladislaus. "I assume you guessed by house's sigil based on your assumption."

"Oh yes, for I had once seen a Leonin Princess whose beauty, if given human form would match yours." Vlad says, truthfully. "Forgive my flattery, I didn't intend to be so bold." Cersei smirks at him, looking at him.

"You are forgiven, though, I must say, you are also quite handsome yourself, were it not for your ashen hair and your blue eyes, I would have pegged you for a White Walker…" Cersei says, smirking. "Now I must know, are you coming to the Tourney at Harrenhal?"

"Yes, actually, I'm looking forward to participating in the events… I believe the Archery Contest, the Axe-Throwing competition, and the Melee would be perfect for me." Vlad says,

"How good are you on a Horse?"

"Not very good, I'm afraid…" Traves explains, "I am a much better fighter on the ground than on horseback." Cersei looks at him, finding him quite comely, but also feel something about him, something about him… Something that seemed to rouse something in her… Unfortunately, he seems to start fading.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"It appears we are waking up…" Vlad says, "So we will be returning to where we were in the waking world." He smiles at Lady Cersei, "Perhaps, if this happen again, we could speak again?" Cersei smirks at him and nods.

"I would like that, my Lord." Cersei says, smirking at him, in which Vlad nods as the two vanish from each other's view.

Some Time Later, Harrenhal…

Vlad smiles as he rides his horse with House Stark, looking at the great ruin that is Harrenhal, it truly is an impressive structure to be sure, and Vlad can see the molten rocks and scorching on the stone. "Did a Red Dragon attack this place?" Vlad asks.

"No, a Black Dragon!" Lyanna says. "Oh I forgot, the dragons of your world are completely different from ours!"

"Truly?" Ned asks.

"Yes, Black Dragons from my Material Realm have Acidic Breath Weapons capable of melting flesh from bone…" Vlad explains, looking at Eddard, to which the group notices their tent and gets ready to enter before they hear something.

"Go back to the swamps, frog man!" A young man says, as Vlad and Lyanna notice what appear to be three squires attacking somebody they both recognize.

Lyanna picks up a Tourney sword as she hurriedly dismounts from her horse, and Vlad jumps after her. "THAT'S MY FATHER'S BANNERMAN YOU ARE KICKING!" Lyanna shouts, her hand running across the dull tourney sword, her blood somehow being drawn as it bursts into a glowing light, whilst the Shadow of a great Black Wolf appears around her, and suddenly a swarm of bats appears next to her, and whilst Lyanna fights off the squires, Vlad quickly dashes to Howland and drags him aside, picking up the man's spear as well.

Lyanna faces the three squires, and in her head, she can sense something that Vlad had trained her in, a Dhampir's ability to sense the souls of her opponents, to determine how strong they are. He had carefully described this a person's Challenge Rating, basically how difficult it would be… He would explain to her that certain dhampirs who had keen enough senses could sense a person's Power Levels between the numbers of 1-20, but that was only if the gods favored those individuals, other people and creatures are given Challenge Ratings, from 0-30. From what he explains Maester Mikkan was considered a Vampire Spawn, otherwise known as a Fledgeling Vampire, and, for all intents and purposes, he should have been dead, but he felt that the Old Gods had protected him and gave strength to his arms to defeat the creature. Most People who reach Level 20 can take on Challenge Rating 12-13 Creatures with little difficulty, but higher than that, they would require assistance.

Thanks to the training that Vlad had given her, she knows that Knights and Northern Cavalry are all about Challenge Rating 3, and these Squires were barely higher than CR 1, and it makes her smile. Thanks to Vlad giving her the basic training of a Blood Hunter, paired with her tenacity to master her abilities over the past few months, she has reached 4th Level in Blood Hunter, but in the time that she trained, her spirit presented her with choices, in which a letter from Vlad had told her she would choose either to pursue magic as a Profane Soul, enhance her abilities with divine light as a Ghostslayer, to draw upon the power of the Full Moon as a Lycan, or to utilize synthesized enhancements as a Mutant. Thankfully, when she made that choice, she gazed upon the light of the moon and prayed in the Godswood, and they helped her make the choice when the spirit of a beautiful woman, whose face was hidden, helped her make that decision.

Holding her glowing sword, Lyanna fights with the Squires, giving them a thorough beating for what they had been doing to Howland Reed, and the boys were burned by the holy light that touched their skin. Quickly they retreated, in which Vlad gently sets Howland down against a rock. "Are you alright?" Lyanna says.

"Lady Lyanna, Lord Vlad… You're a sight for sore eyes, literally…" Howland says, to which Vlad smirks and brings out a vial with a crimson liquid in it. "What is that?"

"A Healing Potion, Howland, drink up… It will heal your wounds to a degree…" Vlad says, taking out the cork, in which Howland hesitantly drinks it. The initial taste is terrible, but it eventually transforms into every single delicious thing that he has ever tasted in his life. "You used Weirwood sap in this?"

"With Permission from the Old Gods… I figured out how to turn the Sap into a simple syrup so that I can mix a small enough quantity to make it work." Vlad says, smiling, helping Howland up.

"Let's get him to our tent, so he can rest!" Lyanna says, "We got here early enough that the feast won't be beginning for a few hours!" Vlad nods, but unbeknownst to them, as he helps pick up Howland, they don't notice three people sitting on horses on a hill nearby, having seen the whole affair. One is Queen Rhaella, who is shocked and, strangely, pleased to see such a strong Northwoman come to the aid of one of her fellows in such a way. Next to her is her son, Prince Rhaegar, whose cheeks burn red and eyes are filled with astonishment, not only did she defeat those squires, but, like the stories of Azor Ahai and the Red Priests of Essos, Lyanna had caused her blade to ignite with purifying flame that burned the attackers of her Bannerman. The Third is Princess Rhaenys, whose eyes sparkle at the sight of the woman. Rhaenys, as of recently, had learned her father is to remarry to Lady Lyanna Stark, and as they were riding up, they had seen her, and Rhaegar had confirmed who the woman was.

"Kepa! Pleash Mawwy her!" Rhaenys begs her father, who blushes brighter red as his daughter makes such an adorable request.

"Rhaenys, I actually think I should… I mean, by the gods… She's beautiful and strong!" Rhaegar says, his eyes gleaming with excitement, to which Rhaenys giggles. The royal family continues, smiling at the idea, however, as Rhaegar turns his horse around, he looks back to Lyanna, but notices a pair of glowing blue eyes looking at him, not menacingly, but with a genuine, gentle smile, before they turn away whilst carrying Howland out of sight. Rhaegar can actually hear a voice in his head tell him one thing, and it both terrifies and exhilarates him:

Call when you have need of me, ask what you will of me… My sword and service are yours, your Highness.