Chapter two: The royals arrive

Geralt spent next two days studying at the library. He needed to know more about this new world. His interest was drawn towards the White walkers and the Long night. 'It is familiar to the White Frost.' he thought. Of course, Dandelion sung more songs at the dinners, but managed to not sing about women genitals. Both he and lord Stark were grateful for that. Dandelion visited maester Luwin often to ask for free parchments and he got them. The bard started with writing a series of books, that he called: The Witcher.

Geralt sometimes visited the bard to help him with writing the books. They had the first one done in a week. Bran and Arya read the parts without Geralt's favourite curses and they enjoyed it. Dandelion sent a copy of their book to the Citadel so, they have now a way of getting some money. Geralt also overlooked the training of Robb, Jon and Bran. Bran was lacking in his archery skills, but the witcher took pity and asked Mikken to crate a crossbow, that was similar to his, for the young boy.

The life with Starks was profitable for their moods. Geralt felt, that he was tutoring two young Cirillas how to fight. But, the royal family will arrive tomorrow. He never looked forward to meeting them. Geralt sighed. From what he heard, the king was gaining weight every year. 'He would be a brother to the Red baron.' the witcher thought. Dandelion prepared himself with learning the native songs.

But, he felt something. Someone started with reawakening magic in this world. 'The Signs will be stronger now, but I must still keep myself at bay with using them.' he reminded himself. Toss a coin to your Witcher. Oh Valley of Plenty, oh Valley of Plenty, oh. Toss a coin to your Witcher a friend of humanity. Geralt sighed again. At least, Dandelion finished his most annoying song. "Hey! Ser Geralt! Show us your fighting skills!" one of Stark soldiers shouted.

Geralt sighed and went to the courtyard. There were dozens of training swords prepared. Geralt took his time to find the best one for fond one and tested it. While lighter, than his steel sword, it was well balanced. The witcher did some testing swings with the sword and chose his opponent. It was the mysterious bastard Jon Snow. "Are you sure?" Greyjoy asked. Geralt just nodded.

No one of them knew, that the witcher watched them all the time and chose the opponent, that will give him a good fight. Maybe lord Stark will be a real challenge, but he wanted to try the second best swordsman there. Dandelion watched with awe. He would write a song about the fight between a witcher and a bastard of a lord.

He looked into Jon's eyes. The bastard repeated the move. Both started circling around each other, waiting for the one, who will do the first move. They circled for two minutes. Jon was the first, who attacked. He never yelled and his eyes had a glimpse of fire and blood. 'Strange. Fire and blood are traits of Targaryens, not Starks. Even bastards of this honorable house.' Geralt thought and easily blocked the overhead slash.

Geralt tried to penetrate Snow's defense, but the bastard managed to block his slashes in the last second. "You would be a fine witcher, if you were sent to Kaer Morhen as a child." Geralt stated. Jon just grinned back. Suddenly, something from his memory of Targaryens hit him. Jon Snow had some of Valyrian looks. 'Lord Stark hid you well.' Geralt thought and blocked another slash.

Geralt smirked and went into his favourite pirouette attack. Snow tried to block the blade, only to be disarmed. Geralt stopped with his blade just an inch from his neck. "Dead." the witcher announced. This fight had a shocking end. It lasted for almost three minutes, if you count the circling around, but for both Geralt and Jon Snow it felt like hours. The witcher turned around and met lord Stark's eyes. Geralt gave the lord his best 'I know his origin.' look.

The king's arrival was not eventful for Geralt. Dandelion tried his best to sing the native songs and never try to sing his own songs. He and lord Stark were grateful for that. He also chose to stay at Winterfell, when the king (definitely brother of Red baron) and part of his men with lord Stark and his older sons went to a hunt of a boar. Young Bran never knew, that Geralt watched him closely, when he was climbing at one of towers.

Suddenly, someone pushed the boy from the window. "Fuck!"Geralt shouted and used Yrden Sign. Bran's fall slowed down enough to catch him. Geralt rushed to the boy and caught him, when he was just three feet from the ground. Geralt cancelled the Sign and helped the boy on his feet. Bran was still shocked, but it wasn't from the moment, when he was pushed. It was from the moment, when his fall slowed down.

"Do not tell anyone about my powers. They would most likely see me dead after this little show." Geralt said. Bran nodded and rushed to the ancient keep. The witcher smiled at the boy. Bran was the finest material to be a good leader. 'And a good witcher.' he thought. Suddenly, the door opened and two blonde people rushed out. 'Wait! The queen and her brother? Even Phillipa's Lesbomancy is more normal, than incest.' They saw him and gave him shocked expressions.

"Love is a good thing, but incest and attempted murder? This will lead to your execution." Geralt stated. The duo stared open-mouthed and rushed away to their rooms. 'Like Foltest in his first years of ruling. Fucking his own sister.' Geralt sighed. This world had more similarities to his own, that he almost started with finding Ciri. The witcher smiled at that and went to the library to learn something new.

Just two days later, the king left with lord Stark, his daughters and some guards for the King's Landing. Geralt decided to visit the city, because there would be a bigger chance to hear something about his adoptive daughter, but he also wanted to visit the Wall. The Night's Watch held some similarities to witchers: almost deceased and living in castles, that could fall any moment.

Dandelion decided to follow the king, while Geralt, Jon Snow and Tyrion 'the Imp' Lannister rode to Castle Black. Most of the trip was again uneventful, only lightened up by some stories. Geralt almost died from laughing at Tyrion's stories of beings, that live Behind the Wall. So, he exchanged his little showdown with princess Adda. Tyrion visibly paled. The story was almost similar to the rumors of his siblings sharing their beds. Joffrey was a human, but also a monster of his own league. "Can you two stop talking about childish tales?" Jon asked. Geralt turned to the bastard. "The words about princess Adda are true." the witcher announced. Jon frowned. "Really? If they are, I am a Targ then."

Geralt resisted his urge to tell the truth to the bastard. But, it was almost sure, that lord Stark won't survive long enough in the Viper nest. Suddenly, he saw a movement and unsheathed his sword. Just a second later, two arrows were blocked by his blade. "Again. Why there must always be a crazed folk?" Geralt sighed and leapt to attack the hidden archers. "A Wite walker! Run or dat bastard will kill and resurrect u!" one of them shouted.

And the archers dropped their weapons, while they turned and rushed away. Geralt grabbed the weapons and went back to their small encampment. Jon and Tyrion were only shocked. "They were rats, like those two from earlier." Geralt explained and went to his spot near the fire. It was cold here even in summer. And colder, than it could be in the Northern realms.

Author's notes:

Hey guys! Here is chapter 2! Sorry about the delay. School got in the way again. Also, this chapter was one hell to write. See ya later!

Guest: I am planning to not make Jon his own surname. He will still be a Targ. And I already know everything, that you wrote in the reviews. I have read the books and watched the series. This will be mix of both GoT and ASoIaF.