Chapter 30: United Together

The ruins of Kings Landing were unstable and smoking for a long time following the explosions. Wildfire continued to rock the city with explosions for the weeks following the massive detonation. The entire army of the dead and the White Walkers had been decimated by the explosion. They had all been within the city walls at the point of explosion and could not survive the wildfire. The remains of the grand city was a desolate crater of rubble, not one building remained standing. There were definitely no living survivors either, it was a mass smoking graveyard. Under the rubble he lay, broken yes, but not beaten. The impact of the explosion had only temporarily impacted him, his eyes snapped open blue, icy and furious. His last memory before the city's destruction was through the eyes of some of his undead soldiers watching the survivors escape on boats. He remembered they were his next target after killing the Raven, a task he took too long enjoying. He'd missed something and he knew it, somehow that Raven had fooled him once again. Smiling arrogantly the rubble on top of him began to shake and move, and he slowly climbed out to stand on top of the ruined city. It really was a smoking crater, the impact of the blast had sent much rubble into the sea and most of the city had disappeared this way. Slowly picking his way over the wreckage he climbed out of the crater and stood above it. Searching out for any signs of life as he went, yet nothing was there. It was all gone, obliterated and beyond the reach of his magic even. He considered trying to raise the army that lay under the rubble and after attempting to no avail he understood he had been played somehow. His entire army was gone. He felt perplexed, an emotion that he'd never felt while in this position, he'd always felt and been in control and succeeding. To fail was unfamiliar and unwelcome, he walked away from Kings Landing formulating a new plan in his mind and searching with his magic for souls to take and places to conquer.

Watching and waiting some distance away, Ghost and Nymeria watched his movements, their eyes milky white. Whining quietly to her brother, Nymeria picked her way forward, Ghost reluctantly followed. The wolves knew what was left of their pack would return, until then they continued silently tracking the Night King.

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Valreon House was inhabited by Alaerya's great great great grandchildren who made up part of the ruling council. It had been centuries since she lived in the chambers she had shared briefly with Aeyrelis. Since relinquishing her role as official head of their house she had lived in a large property in the rear of the Valreon estate. Her second husband Jaehserys had it built for her before they became lovers and married. Alaerya had lived among the gardens in her house for an immensely long time, it held many memories for her. Both happy and painful, she had seen Jaehserys grow to become an old man and pass away before her, she had birthed and raised her children with Jaehserys and seen them pass away along with her children with Aeyrelis. Now she passed her time teaching advanced magic to her descendants and other children from the islands. She also was a valued member on the war council and was sought out for her counsel on various matters from disputes to major issues that arise. Tywin especially looked to her for guidance, something he had come to value over time though he was loathe to admit it. She reminded him somewhat of Olenna Tyrell except much more intelligent and far seeing. He had come to develop a deep friendship with Alaerya something he had not expected. Alaeryas body was well past it's natural life, only her magic and determination keeping her alive. Since the survivors had come she was aware time was slipping away for her and in her spare time she had begun the great task of completing her works on advanced magic. A gift she would leave to her descendants to continue learning what she taught them all so it can continue after her death. As she worked she reflected on the survivors she had been dealing with, despite not having arrived with magical talents awakened they all had magic in their veins. They'd just never had it awoken in them, and she was pleased at how she had matched the betrothed couples together. It all seemed to be working out as she had foreseen it and better.

Alaerya was unsurprised when Jon arrived and stood in her doorway brooding and uncertain, she was determined to crack that shell and bring out the real man underneath. The strong, confident, happy man she had been told glimpses of were appearing. Jon carried LongClaw in his hand and at her glance strode in the room in the grand house. She smiled knowingly, "Obviously you've walked the dream road Jon, and you uncovered some of your talent. The undead Kings of Winter didn't really have a chance did they"

Face serious he replied, "It didn't feel that way to me, it seemed hopeless"

"Great victories come in the face of sure defeat" said Alaerya with certainty.

Jon just looked at her confused.

"Words of my fathers, he was a powerful battle commander in his time. Much like Tywin, and your cousin Robb had talent for that too. Despite having a son it seems I was the one who absorbed his lessons the deepest and actually put them to use"

"What happened to your family?" questioned Jon as he stood before her.

"All came here except my father, he died years before Valyria fell. My family followed me here, some more willing than others but they followed all the same. After Valyria fell they were very grateful to me and they all lived here happily until they too passed into the Shadow." She breathed out deeply, "Now I'm surrounded by their descendants and I've seen many come and go in my time"

"Is it worth it? To live this long and see all that pain?"

"It is. Because no matter how many times I wished for the end, seeing my undead enemy defeated will ensure my family line survives and becomes the greatest civilisation ever known. If I give up and pass through the veil myself I won't have a hand in ensuring we succeed."

"Can we succeed?" asked Jon uncertainly.

"We can, and will my dear. Sit, I will show you something."

Jon leaned Longclaw against a chair and sat by Alaerya, he noticed a huge book thick and old she had been writing in.

Alaerya breathed in and when she exhaled a long, intricate and lavishly jewelled spear materialised in her hand. The length of which was smeared in a black oily substance, Jon peered closely at it.

"Do not touch this Jon, it is powerful and seeps through the skin when touched. I've had to guard this very closely to ensure no one dies unnecessarily." said Alaerya seriously.

"What is this?" he murmured looking it over carefully.

"This is the weapon which will end him, and keep him from returning"

Jon's face looked in awe of what he was gazing at, "Can you tell me more about it?"

The spear disappeared and Alaerya unrolled a scroll, the design of the spear was outlined on it.

"This is safe to touch dear. And is the original plan for the design, my first husband Aeyrelis built this and forged it himself. He was gifted with creating artifacts and it was his life's work to make this for its intended purpose. Unfortunately he was never meant to live long enough to see our civilisation grow, prosper and expand. The sides are inlaid with gems to strengthen the magic of the wielder and when the poison mixes with my blood will create a powerful reaction when it mixes with the Night Kings blood"

"How do you know he won't be able to survive this?"

"Because I'm much stronger than him and I've tamed magic stronger than his before. If I can tame the magic that destroyed my birthplace he will fall with ease."

"I believe you are powerful enough to do this but he has green sight, he can see us coming before we even leave this place. He will be prepared and it won't be easy" warned Jon.

"Yes I've been warned by Bran of his abilities, there have been magical wards placed over our people to keep us concealed from him. He knows nothing about us, and he won't know anything until it's too late. Jon," she placed her hand on his, "after the war council I hope to see a different side to you, I know underneath your exterior is a different man. I know it's in there, and I know you're tired of losing but you've found the only people who are capable of handling this. Have faith"

Alaerya rolled up the scroll and it floated back to the shelf, "Now, tell me about the dream"

Jon shuddered a little at the memory of the undead skeletons rushing at him but he told her the story from start to finish. He even told her how he had trouble falling asleep, when she asked why he sheepishly admitted to an encounter with one of his Healers. Alaeryas face was unchanged throughout the recounting, when he finished two scrolls appeared. One was blank and one unrolled to reveal the betrothal plans, he swallowed thickly remembering how devastating Robbs betrayal to Walder Frey had been. Alaerya looked sternly at him and showed him his betrothed. At first he looked blankly at it and realised quickly who it was.

"She's my betrothed?" he said in surprise.

"Aerylle Jaedra is one of my great great great grand daughters and a member of highest Valreon nobility. All our members of nobility undergo magical education and choose to dedicate themselves to whatever discipline they exhibit talent for. Aerylle is a healer and a female warrior, and she is the youngest of her family line. Which means she can be married to another family line of strength not necessarily one of our own. She had been betrothed to you"

Jon's stomach was doing backflips and he smiled slightly.

"I'm pleased to see you found each other of your own accord, go about this as you please enjoy being young with each other. Now show me your sword"

Jon passed over Longclaw and Alaerya inspected it, she magically removed the wolf hilt and looked over it carefully. The wolf hilt was replaced and she continued turning it over in her hands.

"This was not your ancestral blade" she said bluntly.

"No it was gifted to me"

"Yes by Jeor Mormont. The Targaryen ancestral blade is considered lost am I correct?" She spoke as she inspected the hilt carefully.

"I don't know for sure my Lady but according to history Blackfyre was lost after the Blackfyre rebellions"

"Hm, it's not lost my dear" smiled Alaerya.

As she spoke the Targaryen ancestral blade Blackfyre materialised on Alaeryas desk. Jon stood in wonder as he looked over the huge sword, and noted it had magical inscriptions in it. He ran his finger along it and felt the magic singing at his touch. Momentarily the sword glowed and he heard magical sounds coming from it.

"I've never heard a sword do that before." he said looking over the sword in awe.

"You've never wielded a sword of magic before Jon"

"May I?" He indicated to pick up Blackfyre.

"Please go ahead" smiled Alaerya watching him closely.

Jon lifted the sword and the room flashed with blinding light as both his hands touched it. Jon felt the energy slide down his arms like electricity and he felt a strong connection to the blade. Looking it over in detail his heart stopped when he read the inscriptions and he looked over to Alaerya.

"These symbols..." he started in disbelief.

"Are the ones from your dream?" finished Alaerya.

Jon didn't reply he looked at the sword with intense fascination.

Alaerya held Longclaw, "Your time with this sword is done Jon, it's time to reclaim your families ancestral sword and learn to wield its magic and unlock its secrets"

Jon looked longingly at Longclaw, they had been through so much together and he was loathe to part with it.

Alaerya noticed his inner conflict.

"I have plans for this blade and if you approve it will make someone you love very happy"

"I'm interested to hear these plans" he said as he placed the sword back down.

"This sword will be sent to the forge to be activated with certain magic, then it will be presented to the Wild Wolf. Your cousin, Arya Stark"

"She has plenty of weapons my Lady, but she will be honoured to receive this. And I agree with your plans"

"One can never have too many weapons" smiled Alaerya as she pointed to her walls. And glancing up Jon realised Alaerya walls were lined with various types of weapons all magically inscribed and jewelled. He grinned in awe and looked back to Alaerya.

"I will personally train you. Come here daily after breaking your fast. We begin from now, remove your cloak it will only get in the way"

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Jon fell into a deep sleep easily after a gruelling session with Alaerya. Aside from physically training to wield the great sword which was bigger than Longclaw he begun training in magic. Which was greatly more difficult than the lessons he learned in Winterfell from books alone. She pushed him to stretch himself in ways he didn't know was possible. At the end of their time Alaerya seemed happy with his progress and sent him home on Rhaegal to recover. He needed to do it all again tomorrow and the next until he had developed enough of his talent.

His dreams were filled with the same visions and images as always, ghosts of the past and fears for the future. Suddenly the dreams changed and he was at Winterfell again, he felt anxiety in the pit of his stomach at the thought of the crypts. He looked around and was relieved to be in the Godswood and took a moment to look in at the scene before him. The Heart tree next to the black pool of inky water still as glass where he'd seen Ned sit so many times over the years. He heard rustling next to him and turned to see Daenerys, dressed in a long white dress her hair braided into a crown. Jon looked at her, the mother of his children and smiled. She returned his smile and stepped closer.

"I can't touch you," started Jon. "Many people are missing you"

"I know, it hurts me to see Missandei hurting so"

There was an awkward silence between them, Jon's heart hurt as he grappled with his feelings.

"I know you feel nothing for me anymore Jon" she spoke softly as she stepped closer towards him.

Jon's heart sunk, she was right. When he saw her he felt fondness but the love he had was gone.

Jon bowed his head in shame and then returned her even gaze.

"I lost you and I-"he started to explain.

"Ssh Jon, it's alright. I didn't expect you to mourn me the rest of your life." she smiled at him sadly.

"I do still care for you" offered Jon.

"I know you do, we loved each other deeply. And now it's ended. It's time for me to leave now" she smiled and he felt guilt, pain and shame all at once.

Jon opened his mouth to say something but she put a finger to his mouth, he felt a jolt of energy go through him. And then she was gone, he knew he would never meet her this way again and he was a mixture of emotions. He sat beneath the Heart Tree and looked around going over things in his mind. He knew this was a dream and he went over his last encounter with Daenerys. She was right, he didn't love her any more because she had left him and he'd moved on. Jon stood and decided it was time to face his fears in the crypts again. Feeling determined he began to cross the garden when he felt the air contract and become icy. He stopped in his tracks and retraced his steps and the iciness retracted, feeling unsure he went back to the heart tree. He saw her standing there again, staring at the heart tree. Her long white gown hugging her figure and fanning out over the roots of the tree, the back plunged down exposing her skin and igniting his desire. He thought she mentioned not coming back to see him again and was confused.

"Daenerys?" He spoke to the silver haired woman.

The woman turned and looked at him seriousness on her face, and he took her in. The dress covered her arms in stunning lace in the design of a dragons egg, the neckline plunged deeply down to her waist exposing her figure and outlining her breasts. Aerylle wore a simple necklace with the sigil of her House, a Dragon carrying a sword. He stopped in his tracks with bewilderment feeling many things rising, most of all his desire. She remained in front of the Heart tree her slender hand on the trunk, framed by the waving red leaves of the tree. Her beauty radiant in the moonlight. Not wanting to wait any longer he crossed the distance between them and kissed her deeply.

"Aerylle..." he started.

"Don't forget my name ever again" she whispered to him before laughing and wrapping her arms around him.

He rested his face against hers and they stared into each other's eyes under the branches of the Heart Tree.

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Tyrion had been spending his days at the Lannister dome, getting to know his fathers new wife and his siblings. Tywin remained cold and distant but Tyrion was unfazed being used to this treatment his whole life. When Tyrion learned his siblings went to school he was intrigued and asked them as much detail as they possible. His interest was piqued intensely when they mentioned the great Library on the second island, Jaedyra. The following day he asked his Healers about the library.

"Ladies, please, how can I visit this great library of yours?" questioned Tyrion as he ate a large bunch of grapes. The Healers were preparing the last stage of the survivors treatment of strengthening teas and potions.

"It's easy Lord Tyrion, fly there on dragon back" commented one of the Healers as she had her back turned preparing tea.

Tyrion snorted in laughter, "How does someone get there who doesn't have a dragon?"

The Healer named Merylla shrugged, "Walk? It would take days to reach it though"

"Surely there's another way..."

"After all the stories you've told of your travels Tyrion I'd be surprised to hear someone as brave as yourself would be frightened to fly on dragon back" teased Aerylle as she entered with trays of food.

Tyrion blushed and knew he wouldn't be getting out of this. "Fine, seeing as you seem so intent to watch me drop into the lovely sea outside can I please be escorted to the great library?"

"Of course Lord Tyrion" laughed Merylle.

Laughing between themselves the young and very attractive Healers exited the Lannister chambers to continue on their duties.

Tyrion shook his head at their antics and resumed eating, shortly after finishing there was a knock at the door. Xaeron entered and bowed shortly, "You wish to visit our library Lord Tyrion?"

Hopping off the seat to place his plate near the door for the Healers to remove he nodded.

"I've heard you have the worlds most comprehensive and best preserved library. I'd like to see it"

Xaeron inclined his head, "yes that is the case, although I have not visited another library to confirm this"

Tyrion looked at him with interest, "You've never left the islands, ever?"

The men began to slowly walk down the hallway and Xaeron spoke, "Only a small number of our nobility have left and returned. Mostly Lady Alaerya has done the most exploration due to her, skills" he smiled at the last word.

"Ah yes your Lady is quite talented. And well travelled it seems"

They exited the temple to see a waiting dragon.

"She is, it's because of her we learned of the uprisings after Valyrias fall and made the choice to remain hidden and trade the way we do. If your society didn't need our help we might have stayed this way forever"

"I can't imagine people like yours being content to sit here forever and just exist" said Tyrion as he looked across the bay at the other islands.

Xaeron chuckled, "You're right Lord Tyrion, we have been restless for a long long time. But we have been assured we must wait, and wait we have. It caused many arguments but in the end we waited"

Xaeron helped Tyrion onto his dragons back.

"How do you mean it caused arguments?" queried Tyrion.

"The other families all wanted to invade and conquer Westeros long ago, before the Targaryens arrived. They wanted to swoop in literally and rule. Alaerya forbid it, over the years it has come up and each time caused quite an upheaval amongst us. But in the end we wait and peace resumes"

Tyrion wasn't surprised, he had wondered quite a lot why these people hadn't expanded before. The dragon lifted off without warning and he scrambled to hold on, his stomach dropping in fear as they soared towards the second island. On the way Tyrion looked out over the expanse of the islands, everywhere he looked was something new to see. The dragons in the air, the buildings and monuments, the stunning gardens and the domes of nobility. Everything he had dreamed a Valyrian city would be like was laid before his eyes. He grew to feel comfortable with riding on dragon back and felt exhilarated, and felt disappointed when the dragon landed back on the ground. Dismounting the great dragon Tyrion's exhilaration returned when he set eyes on the great Library. A gold statue of a beautiful woman holding scrolls and books smiled down at him and the sun beamed all around her giving her an unnatural glow. Behind her the library stood at the top of a grand flight of marble stairs with golden threads running through it. The library entrance was through enormous aquamarine pillars which Tyrion noticed was some kind of blue gem. The golden vein floor ran throughout the entire library, and there was golden accents all throughout the styling of the architecture. Entering into the library he was simply overwhelmed, inside the walls towered above him. And it resembled what he had been told the library of the citadel was like. Mentally he counted the levels and counted 9, a huge circular stair case dominated the wall to the left of the entrance and took people to every level. Tyrion walked into the middle of the library with Xaeron his mouth wide open. Xaeron watched him amused, a man in long robes and a long chain approached. Tyrion was so busy looking around he didn't notice the Maester until Xaeron spoke with the man.

"Maester Teyris, Ive brought you a visitor from Westeros. I'm sure you've heard by now we have a whole group of Westerosi survivors here"

The Maester looked down at Tyrion through his spectacles and smiled, his aged faced had kindly eyes.

"Ah the young Lannister is here, what an honour please come in lad. We have much to see"

"Forgive me Maester but I still struggle with the idea our Maesters here"

Maester Teyris led Tyrion around the library while they spoke.

"Yes, the Lady Alaerya managed to acquire some Maesters many years ago and more have come since. Anyone with an interest in Valyrian culture was offered the chance to come here and study in the library. As you can see this does not disappoint, in more ways than one" smiled the Maester with a wink.

"How come none of the Maesters ever alerted the citadel this place existed?"

Teyris sighed, "Some have tried but their messages were never received. It was a most strict request by the rulers here that nobody be alerted. And harsh punishment was given for those that tried anyway."

"Do you know of the events back in Westeros?"

"I do Lord Tyrion and it saddens me greatly" Teyris shook his head.

"Your Maesters here could be the last of your kind"

"We May be, I can only hope the citadel isn't too damaged that we can resume once we retake Westeros"

"You know of the plan to retake Westeros?" said Tyrion in surprise, interested in the man in front of him and all the sights around him.

"Oh yes, we are considered an important part of reviving Westeros once we gain control. We take part in the planning and the war meetings"

They walked deeper through the library, Tyrion looking about him as they spoke, his eyes catching many interesting sights. People wielding magic, a class of children in a side room, books floating from shelves and returning once used, bottles of dry potion ingredients pouring themselves into glasses.

"Tell me Tyrion out of all the wonders these people possess you chose to come to the library first. Why is that?" queried the Maester.

"I've always enjoyed reading Maester, and after hearing how grand this one is from my young siblings I had to see it for myself."

"Have you thought about staying here a while and learning?"

"Learning what Maester?"

"Well learning what the Valyrians know. Haven't they spoken to you about this?" said Teyris to Tyrion.

Tyrion stopped walking and looked up at the old maester.

"What are you talking about?" he stated clearly confused.

The Maester stopped and looked back at him, "Your people have been given permission to stay and study Valyrian magic if you so choose. There is great power on these islands that can awaken skills nobody knew they had before. Would you like the chance to see what skills lay hidden in your blood young man?"

Tyrion looked overwhelmed and pleased at the same time, "When do we start?"

"We begin this very moment, time waits for no one Tyrion. You of all people know this"

Maester Teyris showed Tyrion into a classroom with children and a teacher, he knocked lightly on the door.

"Excuse me Alaerion, we have a new student for you"

The teacher stopped talking mid sentence and glanced at Teyris, he looked pleased.

"My first Westerosi student! Don't be discouraged by the fact you're in class with the children on Valreos. Please come in and tell us all your name"

Tyrion was eagerly ushered inside and red faced brought to the front of the class to introduce himself.

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Valreon women streamed into the Starks chambers carrying dresses and jewellery, crowded into Sansa and Aryas rooms. Both Stark sisters were to be wed to their betrothed today, and the Valreon's were relishing the occasion. Arya had been given a dizzying amount of dresses to choose from and felt overwhelmed. Whilst Sansa flicked through the dresses and struggled to pick one because she loved them all. At the same time the sisters looked through their dresses but still couldn't be more different from one another. Sansas maidens were holding them up against her while Arya was pushing hers away.

Arya sighed in frustration, "I'm not a dress kind of girl" she muttered to her closest maiden.

"Today is your wedding day, even the fiercest warriors wear some kind of dress for the occasion." pushed one of the maidens trying to show Arya some dresses.

"I've never liked dresses to be honest, I always preferred to be dirty and fighting with the boys"

Another one of her maids laughed, "Sounds like you grew up in the wrong place lady Arya, that's how we all grew up here."

"I have an idea," spoke a third pushing through to Arya and holding up a dress with a plunging neckline and wide skirt, "we can tailor any of these dresses for you. One of our famous fighters had her dress tailored like this..."

As Arya watched the dress reformed before her eyes and she smiled as she saw how it formed.

"And we can pair it with these..." continued the maiden as diamond and emerald jewellery floated alongside the altered gown.

Arya tried it on and smiled, this was more her style, plunging neckline and a long skirt that had been altered to be wide leg pants to appear as though it was a dress but her legs were free. Arya was decorated with an extravagant diamond and emerald choker which covered her collarbone and was a stunning statement piece. She wore matching diamond and emerald cuffs and was welcomed to wear a jewelled sword belt and wear her blades. Her hair had grown long and was braided in intricate patterns over her head with magic, the lengths cascaded down her back in stunning waves.

Sansa on the other hand had tried on almost every dress and enjoyed all of them save a few. She slumped down exasperated that she was unable to make a choice, one of her maidens came forward.

"We have one more Lady Sansa and then we will take these ones away"

Feeling disheartened and worried she was wasting time, Sansa stood and let the dress magically float towards her for dressing. The dress was beautiful like the rest but when this one settled on her she felt, different, and she looked as if she was glowing. Her maids exchanged a glance as she looked at herself in the mirror with wide eyes.

"What's different about this one?" she asked as she looked at herself reflected.

"Well, this dress is the first dress you've tried on that's made using Valreon magic. The others were sewed in the style of your people without magic. This one has been used with enchantments and magic woven into the fabric. We weren't sure what style would suit so we presented both"

Sansa twirled and ran her hands down the fabric, at her touch she felt the magic tingle up her arms.

"I love it. Take the others away please" she said unable to stop looking at herself in the mirror.

After Sansas hair was styled, her jewellery was placed. She adorned a thick necklace of blue stones and large stone earrings which perfectly accentuated her eyes.

Satisfied she thanked her maidens, and suddenly she felt butterflies in her stomach. Getting married, again, in front of strangers and to a foreign man. Aeyrelin came into her mind and her butterflies intensified, she was falling in love with this man. He had spent time with her everyday and shown her around the islands. Sansa smiled at the thought of him, her maiden noticed and smiled also patting her on the back.

"This time it'll be as you've always wanted it my Lady. Aeyrelin is not like the others"

Sansa felt slightly uncomfortable at her words wondering how much her pain she had seen but she wouldnt let the past dominate her day.

She stood and swept from the room ready to accept the new chapter in her life. Stepping from her room Arya was waiting with Jon and the children.

They smiled at Sansa, Jon spoke, "Are you both ready for this?"

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The Temple of Lovers held various ceremonies one which was marriage, the expansive white temple had a spectacular golden dome. The steps leading up to the entrance were laden with Valreon nobility and small amounts of the Westerosi guests. The Stark sisters arrived at the temple exiting their carriage taking in the scene before them. There were thousands of people present for their wedding day. Standing shoulder to shoulder the sisters were dressed like royalty and the crowd craned their necks to get a glimpse of them. They looked ethereal and flushed slightly at the attention from the crowd, they were clapping and waving to the sisters. Slowly beginning to make their way to the Temple both sisters were taken aback when a wolf pack materialised out of nowhere. A wolf walked either side of the girls and Sansa looked in disbelief down at what Lady would've looked like had she grown full size. Sansa ran her hand through the fur and a tear slipped from her eye. Arya looked down as she gazed at Nymeria walking alongside her, ahead and behind them a wolf pack guided them inside the temple. Jon followed behind with the children amongst the wolves looking around at the crowd pointing and waving to him. Seeing the wolf pack gave all the Starks mixed emotions, they felt pride but also melancholy for their homeland. When they entered the Temple, Gendry stood at the front waiting for Arya and Aeyrelin waiting for Sansa. Gendry surrounded by a group of stags and Aeyrelin dragons. The wolves ran forward to meet the stags and the dragons, half the pack divided to meet the stags the other the dragons. They bounded around each other and took off into the air. On one side of the temple stags and wolves running around in the air above the crowd, the other dragons and wolves running and flying overhead. The light streaming through the golden dome made them all shine with a golden light unlike anything the Westerosi guests had seen. Jon was guided to seating at the front with his children and healers. Alaerya and her large family took up the remainder of the Temple smiling in happiness of a union between the foreigners and one of their own.

Valyrian tradition did not require a bride to be given away, and thus Sansa and Arya walked the aisle together. Side by side they walked through the golden light shining through the temple, dragons, wolves and stags running through the air above them. Each step they took in unison lit up the pathway for them, bright white light was shining at the touch of their feet. The grooms smiled at the approach of their brides, Aeyrelin looked excited and Gendry nervous.

The girls stood looking up at the kindly priest when they reached the front, he beckoned and Gendry and Aeyrelin stood by their brides.

"Today is a day of firsts, we wed Aeyrelin of House Valreon to Sansa of House Stark. The first marriage alliance between our people and the people of Westeros to signify the joining of Houses for the start of the New Age. We also join Houses Stark and Baratheon together in the first marriage between a foreign couple of nobility to occur on our land. Gentlemen take your brides left hands," instructed the priest.

Gendry and Aeyrelin took their brides left hands, "The left hand will be used to bind you together in marriage and life. Life is unpredictable and harsh but with the right person by your side trials we face are easier to contend with. My Ladies of House Stark, do you willingly enter these marriages consenting and of your free will?"

Both sisters were shocked at the question but answered, "Yes"

"Aeyrelin of House Valreon, Gendry of House Baratheon do you freely enter these marriages consenting and of your free will?"

"Yes" said both men at once.

"Aeyrelin we have a request to ask at this point, do you consent to your children taking the name of Stark?"

Sansa looked to Aeyrelin with her mouth open in shock, "I consent" answered Aeyrelin without hesitation.

He glanced to Sansa and smiled, squeezing her hand, She returned his squeeze feeling ecstatic her family name will continue.

"Now ladies do you vow to uphold your positions with grace and strength, to lead your people alongside your husbands and uphold your duties as a woman to your husband until the sun sets on your lives?"

"I do" they replied.

"Men do you vow to honour your wives, supporting their interests and protecting them from all harm. As well as your roles as leaders and father to your children?"

"I do" replied Gendry and Aeyrelin in unison.

The priest stepped closer to them and placed each one of his hands over the couples still holding hands. "Your lives will be tied together, two rivers flowing into one, two dragons entwining in a dance for the rest of your lives. Love, honour, cherish the other and you will succeed in marriage and the life you build together"

As he spoke energy streamed into the couples hands shining so brightly it was almost blinding. When he finished a flash of light sent powerful magic into the couples. And the marriage was complete, rings materialised on Arya and Sansas left hands. Arya's a large brilliant cut emerald and diamond ring, Sansa's a large raw piece of Aquamarine with diamonds either side.

"Ladies these rings carry the magic of your bond and signify the physical connection you have together. Men you may kiss your brides."

Gendry smiled and pulled Arya in for a passionate kiss, Aeyrelin gently pulled Sansa towards him and she felt her lips tingle at his kiss. The temple roared with applause and cheers, the Westerosi clearly recognisable for their yelling, clapping and stomping of feet.

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Once the ceremony concluded the room transformed from a Temple to a richly decorated reception hall. The married couples had their own tables to be seated privately and the guests were arranged into large tables. Everything was done magically and it all happened so fast, Sansa sat next to Aeyrelin and looked out in amazement.

"I can't believe this" she looked stunned at how beautiful the room was decorated. There were three banners hanging proudly in the room, Stark, Baratheon and Valreon. Briefly Sansa thought of her parents and how amazed her father would be that a wolf banner would be hanging in a newly discovered Valyrian province. She felt a stab of melancholy.

"This is a more subdued event you should see when one of the first borns from the high families weds. It's really spectacular and the feast carries on for days"

Aeyrelin's words snapped Sansa back to the present and she pushed thoughts of her deceased family members from her mind.

"That sounds exhausting but fun" replied Sansa as she took in the sights around the room as she came out of her thoughts.

"People come and go as they please, but it's expected everyone is to come and celebrate every day the feast is held. Nobody complains I can tell you that" Aeyrelin produces sparkling wine for them to drink, he smiles and looks into Sansas eyes and toasts with her. They sip and Sansa feels a heady rush from the wine.

"I just realised I don't know anything about your family and I'm married to you now. How many siblings do you have?" quizzed Sansa.

"I have 3 siblings, two brothers and a sister." he pointed them out to Sansa, "I'm the youngest"

"And you're a Valreon?" she asked confused.

"Yes, I'm a descendant from Alaerya's youngest child from her first marriage, my ancestor is Aeyrelix. He was a powerful fire mage who established many high workings of magic during his life. He lived the longest of her children too, he lived for 150yrs. The others all lived to be around 100 at their passing. We also have other close relatives who are descendants of children from Alaerya's second marriage to Jaehserys"

Sansa balked, "Is that how long people live for here? In Westeros people are lucky if they make it to 50"

"Ah yes, but you have different life there. Plenty of war, bad weather, unhealthy food. We have none of that" gloated Aeyrelin jokingly.

"Are you sure you want to come to Westeros then? It might knock down some of your life expectancy" Sansa smirked at her husband playfully.

"I will follow my Love where she goes" smiled Aeyrelin running a finger along Sansas jaw and drawing her in for a kiss. The room cheered in response.

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The party continued celebrating their union but Aeyrelin had decided to slip Sansa out of the party into the warm night. She followed being led by his strong hand to the waiting dragon, her stomach dropped at the thought of riding a dragon. Aeyrelin turned to her and in the moonlight she saw him smile, "Do not be scared, she has been waiting for you" his light touch on her skin rising goosebumps despite the warmth of the night.

He lifted Sansa as if she was weightless and he jumped through the air holding her waist and landed on the dragons back. He guided Sansa to sit and instructed her how to hold on, she followed with a rapidly beating heart and her throat in knots.

When the dragon lifted off the ground the raspy beating of wings and the feeling of the powerful beast underneath her shook Sansa to her core. But the moon shining over the sea and the islands was a truly breathtaking sight, she didn't think she had seen anything so beautiful before. After a time in the air the dragon landed in front of a grand residence, a white and golden dome with lifelike dragon fountains breathing watery fire. Servants awaited their arrival and Aeyrelin whispered directions to them and they scurried away to enact them. He helped Sansa down, "Welcome to Valreon Dome Sansa, I hope it's as grand as you're used to"

She took in the enormous structure above her that appeared as tall or taller than the Red Keep. Which was until recently the tallest structure apart from HighTower in Oldtown.

Aeyrelin took a stunned Sansa through his home and showed her through where she would now be living. The grandeur was nothing like Westeros had ever known, the architecture was exquisite. Every inch of the House was styled with the sigil of a flaming dragon. Murals and carvings dominated the interior, many depicting Aeyrelix performing great acts of magic. There were many of Old Valyria, ones that were unique to this House and like the others they moved as if alive. Sansa was awe struck, "This is unlike anything I've ever seen!"

Aeyrelin smiled and took her hand leading her upward to their quarters.

"How many levels is this House?" questioned Sansa as she was led through the residence.

"Twelve including the Dome which I'll show you after we see our chambers. You will have a lot to learn now as Lady of the House"

Sansa blushed and felt nervous, she realised what was to come and was concerned about her painful past experiences. All worry disappeared when she stepped foot in their chambers, the room was huge with a large bed bigger than any she had seen before and huge glowing crystals in the corner of the room. They looked as if they were fire but they were stone, the room was filled with hundreds of candles floating in the air. She smiled as she walked through the candles, flames reflecting in her eyes. Aeyrelin followed and put his hands on her slim waist, guiding her to the bed.

Sansa turned and looked troubled slightly, and Aeyrelin leant down and kissed her forehead lifting her chin with his finger and kissing her fully on the lips. Slowly she slid her hands up around his neck and melted into his embrace and the moment. She felt her lips tingle as though his kiss contained magic and she suddenly wanted more.

"Things will change once we do this Sansa, but I know you're ready for it" Aeyrelin whispered in her ear softly, causing a cascade of goosebumps down her body.

She had no idea what his whispered words meant and she didn't care, she had gone from nervous and self conscious to completely lost in the moment with this man. He had made her feel safe, and wanted, which was the most anyone had ever made her feel. Aeyrelin lifted her and carried the short distance to the bed and laid her down gently. At the slightest touch down her middle her dress come completely apart unveiling Sansas naked form underneath. He smiled taking her in with his eyes as his own clothes fell away and he kissed his way along her body.

Their first time as man and wife had been completely different to what Sansa expected. She became a willing participant and felt the surge of pleasure as she relaxed and gave herself in ways she had never done before with another. Their bodies wrapped around one another Sansa felt intense waves as Aeyrelin pulsed inside her and she felt a new sensation run through her. Breathless she panted for a moment as the waves of energy surged through her body, and grew in strength. Aeyrelin held her close to him as she felt the waves crashing through her making her feel alive again.

"What is happening to me?" she asked laughing breathlessly.

"The wolf within is waking" smiled Aeyrelin as he kissed her and pulled her on top of him ready for more.

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Sansa smiled as she laid in her lavish marital bed in a lushly decorated Valreon room. Never had she imagined marrying again, nor meeting someone she felt so much desire for. Aeyrelin was a chiselled tall silver haired man who was extremely handsome and now was her husband. For the longest time after they collapsed panting by each other's side she felt as if she was in a dream. Her skin tingled with pleasure and it intensified as Aeyrelin traced his fingers over her skin. He turned her to look at him and they gazed at each other for a time taking each other in and embracing.

"I've never felt this way before, I still feel like this isn't real" whispered Sansa.

Aeyrelin pulled her close and felt her hair against his face.

"I want to show you something important" he whispered in her ear.

Sansa looked up at him and smiled, "More important than having your new wife naked in bed?"

"That is also very important but this is important for our house"

Sansa smiled, "Our House, I still find it hard to believe I'm saying this"

"Well it's for both our Houses, as my House will remain but our children will be Stark. And the first Starks to wield their magic"

Sansa sat up and looked back at Aeyrelin, her long auburn hair falling in waves down the length of her back, "What do you mean?"

"Those weren't just waves of pleasure Sansa, your family has ancient magic in your veins. Magic that was until today, dormant. Those waves were the magic within you finally awakening."

"Magic?" asked Sansa in disbelief.

"Yes Sansa, magic. Which you'll need to learn how to control but we will get to that, just come" he beckoned to her.

A beautiful robe floated to the bed next to Sansa and Aeyrelin was already fastening his as she let hers slip onto her body. It felt silky and warm against her skin, perfectly highlighting her hourglass form. Sansa followed Aeyrelin through the endless hallways until they reached the dome, the expansive area opened to the sky. All around lavish gardens grew and a fountain of a dragon in flames sat in the middle breathing blue fire magically into the air. The beauty of the dome was shocking to Sansa, this was her home now and she loved every sight she saw. Hearing a rustling her gaze rose to the top of the dome, all around the dome perched over a dozen dragons. Some fully grown, others small enough to be ridden by a child, her mouth gaped open. Aeyrelin stood by her side and looked up at his dragons, "The largest one," he pointed to it, "is my ride. Her name is Aelryxa, we use names like that in our family line to honour Aeyrelix."

He placed his hand on the small of her back and pointed to another of the larger dragons.

"And this dragon will be yours my Lady"

Sansa laughed, "You're joking? I can't ride a dragon!"

"Yes you can Sansa, you rode here tonight on my dragon. Why can't you ride your own? You have part of me inside you, and magic of your own which has awakened. Why not you?"

The dragon gleamed down at Sansa with glittering purple eyes and golden shimmering scales.

"What will you name her? Close your eyes and feel her energy, what name do you hear?"

Sansa slowly stepped forward and gingerly went to stand peering up at this incredible creature above her. They shared a moment and Sansa felt the dragons presence like a shower of particles raining over her body. Closing her eyes she was standing in the dark, the dragon in front of her, she reached out her hand and stroked the dragons side. It's head whipped around to regard her, mouth opening and purple flames conjured in its throat. Sansa wanted to recoil in fear and run, her instincts screaming she was in danger yet her feet were glued to the darkness. The dragons mouth opened wide and bathed Sansa in searing purple flames that danced all around her body. Yet left her with no harm, her heart beat incredibly fast and she breathed deeply, her eyes shut tightly. The flames continued as she endured before a booming voice was heard, "Caeylin".

The vision suddenly gone Sansa came back to the present, realising she had crumpled to her knees. Looking down at the floor still panting, unprepared for what she had experienced she slowly rose her head to peer up at the dragon who was still staring at her.

"Caeylin, her name is Caeylin" spoke Sansa, her eyes shining purple into the night.

Caeylin responded by rearing up on her hind legs and roaring purple fire high into the night sky. Aeyrelin smiled, proud his wife had shown some powerful talent so soon after she had awoken her power. And satisfied she was the one he was chosen to marry, he watched her peering up at her dragon for a time. She slowly turned and looked at him, the moonlight falling over her head, hair shining and eyes glowing purple. Confidently she crossed the room and he lifted her up in his powerful arms. She had magic coursing powerfully through her making her feel intensely alive.

"Take me back to bed now" she said huskily as she grabbed his face and kissed him fervently.

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Arya and Gendry danced and laughed with each other and the guests of their wedding. Wolves and stags magically played above the guests for their entertainment, and the music magically enchanted everyone present to dance without getting tired. Arya had never seen a celebration like this, even Gendry was enjoying himself who was usually shy in crowds. Glancing around Arya spotted Sansa being led out by her husband, a man Arya had firmly approved of when Sansa had gushed about their first meeting. Arya grinned knowing what Sansa was getting up to and rejoined the party. The magical music played for a time and then slowed to a more calming tempo to allow people to peel away for eating and drinking.

Arya felt someone at her side, "Lady Baratheon, shall we dance?"

Tywin took Aryas hand and guided her through a slow dance, Arya hadn't seen Tywin since he was at Harrenhal. He looked different now, not as tired or as tense, but still his intensity burned.

"I should've known my cup bearer was too knowledgeable about Westeros nobility to be some commoner" he said drily boring into her with his powerful gaze.

"I'm sorry for lying" she replied not truly meaning it.

"Don't be sorry girl it saved your life, whether it did good for the war is another matter. Had I known I had a Stark daughter I might have tried to end the war. But times past aren't time to ponder"

Arya mutely nodded in response, having no reply to counter with.

"I'm surprised how quiet you are, you never used to stop talking when you were my cup bearer"

"There's a lot to take in my Lord, we all thought you dead but you were really alive here the whole time. We all thought we would die, now we are here in a secret Valyrian society, and I'm recently married" she emphasised the last word.

"Yes the tides have certainly turned quickly," he twirled her around," and the wheels have begun to turn in our favour"

"Do you really believe that?"

Tywin fixed Arya with a cold glare, "There's nothing to believe, I know we will win this"

"How can you be so sure? It's not your style to think that way"

"I've seen things I can't begin to explain to you, and this isn't the place for such talk. Westeros will be ours again" he finished with certainty.

The sounds of the party around them caught Aryas attention, she looked around smiling.

"I never thought I'd be married, to Gendry, to anyone. I never thought I'd be standing here dancing on my wedding night with Tywin Lannister. My mother would not be pleased" she chuckled forgetting herself in the moment,

There was an uncomfortable silence between them before Tywin bowed, "House Lannister congratulates you Arya Baratheon. May our Houses continue from here in peace"

Arya smiled slightly and nodded, "Thank you Lord Tywin"

He turned and strode away, leaving Arya feeling many emotions, confusion, anger, desire for revenge, and strangely, fondness. She was throughly confused about how she felt about Tywin Lannister. Gendry joined her side and swept her through the floor in a graceful dance in front of the watching crowd. Valreon and Westerosi mixed as one, the way it would be moving forward from now on. Arya saw Jon seated with a noble Valyrian family, and Aerylle by his side with two of his children bouncing happily on her lap. Jon looked peaceful and happy as he watched his children and discreetly stroked Aerylles leg. He felt Aryas gaze and glanced at her, raising his drink to toast her as she swirled by him. She smiled as she twirled by feeling Gendrys strong arms around her. The music reached a crescendo and they danced around one another and with each other, tirelessly moving, Gendry lifting her up and spinning her around. When the music suddenly stopped the newlyweds held each other tightly, breathless and laughing. The crowd clapped and cheered, Tyrion yelled out of nowhere, "Bedding ceremony!" Cup of ale risen above his head, the Westerosi cheered while the Valyrians looked confused. Arya laughed at Gendry who looked reluctant, members of nobility looked to Alaerya and the Maester by her side who whispered in her ear. Alaerya smiled, "Gendry does not wish to have a bedding ceremony my dears. Yet in our culture it's time for the young couple to join together as man and wife." The room was quiet as she spoke, "In our culture we count the marriage as consummated when the couple is with child. Seeing as lady Arya is with child already I would say we can be confident the marriage will be consummated. Let them be, enjoy your night together however you please"

All the eyes in the room were on the couple, no one except Arya and Alaerya knew of the pregnancy. Gendry looked shocked and took both of Aryas hands in his, "Is this true Arya? You're having a baby, my baby?"

Arya swallowed embarrassed the news was unveiled so publicly before she had a chance to tell Gendry herself.

"Yes, it's true"

Gendry smiled and looked at her in disbelief, then he fiercely grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. When he finished he grabbed her hand, "We're leaving. I want to be alone with you. Now"

The crowd cheered, Jon looked shocked but pleased.

"Wait children, it's custom to leave through the front of the Temple together. You'll see why" called Alaerya. Gendry changed direction and dragged Arya laughing and running while magical flower petals rained down over them and the whole room. Exiting the Temple, they were greeted by the warm night, cheeks flushed they charged away from the Temple. The stags and wolves materialised again, wolves howling and stags running alongside them it was surreal to Arya. Reaching the bottom of the steps, a dragon waited, Gendry stopped and looked uncertainly. Arya came to a stop beside him and looked to him for the next move, "Right get on"

"On the dragon? To go where?" laughed Arya

They turned in alarm at footsteps hurrying behind them, Qaeryis approached.

"You were running fast! Get on the dragon, there is a special place waiting for you"

"Where? I want to know" said Gendry assertively.

Qaeryis smiled, "We have a special place here for new couples. It is of great power. A cave in the cliff on the other side of the island, warmed by the volcano and full of powerful magic. You will enjoy it there"

Gendry nodded and clambered up the dragon to Qaeryis amusement, Arya looked at him in shock. Gendry turned back and put out his hand, Arya peered up at him eyes big and bright hesitating for a moment before following him and taking his hand.

"Hold on!" yelled Qaeryis up to them.

The dragon launched into the air and soared around the island, the expansive civilisation looked stunning from dragon back in the moonlight. They circled around the island past the Temple of Healers and to the far side of the volcano. This part of the island couldn't be inhabited due to the terrain and slope of the volcano. A hole in the side of the volcano revealed a perfect cave that was waiting their arrival. The dragon slowly approached and there was a platform for them to disembark onto, they turned to watched the dragon circle back around out of sight. Gendry turned and led Arya into the cave, they gasped as they entered. It was as large as the chambers in the Temple of Healers and decorated like a lavish home of nobility. Statues of naked lovers adorned the area, it was warm and the bed was huge covered with petals and surrounded by candles. Gendry tore off his clothes as he walked, Arya had no idea how to get out of hers. She felt her hands tingling with energy and touched her dress, it opened at her touch. Confused but not wanting to break the moment she ran her hand down the middle of her plunging neckline and her gown dropped away to the floor.

"How did you do that?" Breathed Gendry in awe.

"No idea" said Arya as she climbed onto him and slid down onto him, he groaned as she did so.

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The next morning the couples slept soundly, both Stark sisters entwined with their new husbands. Exhausted from the enormity of the events of the day before and the strain working magic had on their bodies. The cave contained powerful magic which was intended by the Valyrians to intensify Arya's newly awakened magic and to encourage Gendry's to continue awakening. Arya and Gendry slept soundly until mid morning until Arya stirred and slowly opened her eyes. There was a table laden with food laid out next to the huge bed, her head shot up as her stomach rumbled from sudden hunger. Gendry sleepily watched his wife run naked to a table laden with food, his stomach churned and he shot out of bed and approached the table hungrily. The food was amazing and they felt much better immediately after eating, the table looked out of the cave across the expanse of the ocean. After eating Gendry took Aryas hand and led her back to bed.

Meanwhile in the Valreon Dome, Sansa lay sprawled across Aeyrelin as the two slept together. Beams of light streamed across the room and touched the newlyweds faces. Aeyrelin opened his eyes and blinked looking down at the unfamiliar feeling of a woman in his bed. Realising it was Sansa he smiled and pulled her closer feeling her soft skin under his fingers and the scent of her hair. The scent of food made him hungry, which didn't surprise him considering they were awake all night talking, laughing and laying as man and wife. Aeyrelin edged out of bed and let Sansa resettle back to sleep, he began eating the food laid out for the newlyweds. Looking at her as she slept in his bed, he smiled and was happy she was the woman he was paired with. A knock came at the door and he quietly opened the door to his servant.

"Sorry to disturb my Lord" bowed the servant.

"I was eating but that's alright what's the message?"

"Family gathering today at Valreon House, Alaerya's request. Noon"

Aeyrelin smiled, he knew this was coming, "Thank you, we will need to prepare. Send my wife's maidens and seamstress here in an hour, and mine at the same time"

The servant bowed and scuttled away to organise the requests, and Aeyrelin quietly closed the door. He glanced to see if Sansa had stirred and their eyes met across the room, she sleepily looked at him before putting her hand out to him calling him back to bed. Never one to shy away from a beautiful woman he glided over to her picking up their plates on his way.

He placed them down next to the bed and slid in alongside her cupping her in his arms, smiling into her face.

"So it's not a dream" said Sansa sleepily.

"No my Lady, you're really married, again, to me"

Aeyrelin passed Sansa her plate, "Eat, believe me you want this food"

"Why?" said Sansa looking suspiciously

"Well," started Aeyrelin eating his own food, "you need food because you worked magic last night and this food is magically enhanced it'll help you feel strong again and refreshed"

"What else does this food do?"

Aeyrelin smiled, "Youd he surprised how the magic in this food works"

Sansa ate hungrily. The food was just what she needed and she felt her energy returning, that wasn't all that returned either. Barely able to finish her mouthful Sansa pushed Aeyrelin back and jumped on top of him as he laughed and shoved his plate aside.

Exhilarated Sansa finished Aeyrelin a while later and hugged him close, she felt the swelling of euphoria in her chest. Never having felt this before but knowing she was in love with this man. And he was hers with no games or tricks.

They lay together talking and eating when a sharp knock came at the door, Sansa instinctively covered herself and this made Aeyrelin smile and pull the covers down.

"Come in" he sang out smiling as Sansa shoved him.

In streamed a group of women, Sansas servants and Aeyrelins following behind. Sansa looked to Aeyrelin confused. "What is this?"

"Family gathering, time to get ready. You won't be needing this"

He pulled the sheet further down laughing as she threw pillows at him. Her maidens didn't even blink an eye she was naked. They stood her up and measured her, the dresses magically filtered in and they began choosing for her. Altering dresses magically and dressing her, matching jewellery to her dresses and styling her hair and make up. All the while they're talking and laughing amongst themselves and to Sansa. It was chaotic but it made Sansa smile inside as it began to sink in this was her life now. Amongst the madness she glanced over to her husband, who was dressed and being styled by his personal servants laughing and joking with them. He caught her gaze and winked at her, she blushed and felt her body tingle all over wanting to be alone with him again. She felt her urges to be with him were insatiable and she couldn't get enough of the touch of him against her and the feeling of euphoria when he pulses inside her. Her maidens snapped her back to the moment when they began spinning her around and inspecting her, nodding in approval they led her to the mirror and showed her their work. She was overwhelmed how quickly they worked and made her look beautiful, her hair was loose today and fell in long cascading waves. Her dress was a white with blue accents to match her aquamarine jewellery which adorned her neck and arms. Aeyrelin stepped alongside her looking groomed and handsome, he linked her arm in his and smiled.

"Now to meet your new family, you'll forget all their names but don't worry we have plenty of time for that." He kissed her gently, "Just enjoy yourself today"

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Arya and Gendry lay looking out over the expansive ocean together, wrapped around each other and blissfully in the moment together. Arya heard the rustle of wings and looked up to see a dragon approaching, she looked closer and got to her feet. Walking towards the approaching dragon with an eager look on her face. The dragon was dark bottle green with golden eyes, it circled around above the cave and came to stop and regarded Arya. She strode forward and then slowed to a more gingerly pace, she reached out and touched its snout. She felt the warm breath as it breathed on her, she looked into its eyes as they glowed golden. Her own eyes began shining gold.

Gendry watched her from behind unable to see the connection Arya had formed with the dragon. A screech sounded in the distance and he looked up sharply feeling alarmed, a large silver dragon was approaching. He watched as it flew overhead close to Arya, it slowed down and expanded its huge wings showing its underside as it came to a stop mid air. It looked at him and he slowly walked forward arm outstretched, and it flew closer toward him. He looked across at Arya, and saw her eyes were glowing golden the same as her dragon. He looked apprehensive but pushed forward, when his hand connected with the dragon a jolt of energy entered his body and shocked him momentarily. Arya smiled as his hand glowed, she broke her connection from her dragon and went to the room collected their things and vaulted onto the back of her dragon.

"Race you" she said smirking at Gendry, her dragon flapping away from the platform.

Gendry didn't hear her at first he was drawn into connecting with the dragon, his dragon clicked and screeched prompting Gendry to climb on. Instantly the dragon flapped away and gave chase, they swooped over one another and twirled around each other. They chased and played with as they flew around the scenic volcanic side of the island. Flying around the occupied side of the island they ducked and dived under and around other dragons. Arya marvelled at how responsive the dragon was to her thoughts and intentions, amazed that she was even on dragon back in the first place.