Chapter six: Again in danger

Villentretenmerth listened to Geralt's story about getting there to the point, when the golden dragon showed up and saved the witcher's ass. "So, you should stop thinking about monsters. Avallac'h reads your thoughts and sends the monsters, that you are aware of. I still don't know, why he sent the ghouls, but it could be a test for you." he announced.

Geralt nodded and turned to open the giant door, that were leading to the throne room. Villentretenmerth smiled, when he saw the throne. It was big and a beacon in magic. On the very top of a sword staircase sat a man, that was looking like a twin of the Red baron. "You are standing in front of king Robert of house Baratheon, first of his name, lord protector of the Seven kingdoms and king of First men, Andals and Rhoynar." one of the heralds announced. The dragon bowed, but Geralt stood true to his witcher code and stood still.

"My king, my name is Borch Three Jackdaws. I am a close friend of Geralt of Rivia and I am still owning him a debt. He lifted the curse, that was on my daughter Saskia. She was cursed to change into a dragon, when she was angry." the golden dragon announced in a half-truth. "We witchers are forbidden to kill a dragon so, I had only two choices: leave her to die or lift the curse." Geralt added. The king seemed to ease a bit.

"I called you here to give you a job. Behind the sea are two mons-" "My king, I dare to interrupt you, but witchers are not sellswords or assassins, that you can buy to kill people. Even if one of them is still a child and the second a mad dog." Villentretenmerth interrupted. "And I felt a death of one of them so, you must give a land to a Dothraki warlord Drogo." the witcher continued. The king turned red as a tomato. "OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT FROM MY EYES!" king Robert shouted at them.

'Definitely a Red baron's twin brother.' Villentretenmerth thought with a smile as he left the throne room with Geralt. "I guess, that we must leave this land forever. Geralt, you should control yourself a bit. My daughter was killed by Nilfgaard, but you're starting to be too much paranoid from absence of Ciri, Yennefer or Triss." Villentretenmerth stated. The witcher stared daggers at him for a second. 'Oh dang!' the dragon's face froze with realization. "Geralt calm down!" he shouted, but it was late.

Suddenly, a griffin teared the nearest wall open by impact of its body. Geralt calmly prepared his crossbow and aimed at the creature. That griffin was probably young and stupid, because it tried to destroy another wall by ramming it with its head. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!" king Robert shouted behind them. "This is a griffin, your grace." Villentretenmerth explained. It finally noticed them, screeched and rushed at them.

The griffin screeched and rushed at them. Geralt smiled a bit, because it showed the weak point near the heart. The witcher fired at the spot and the griffin tembled for a second. It tried to do another step, but the bolt came through its heart. Geralt went to the dead hybrid and started with looting.

When he was done, he used Igni Sign to burn the rest. The White Wolf turned to face the fat king. "I am going to hunt a boar. Do you want to go with me?" he asked. Geralt simply shook his head in a "no." gesture. Villentretenmerth answered with the same gesture. The witcher turned to go check on Dandelion, if he's able to leave the bead.

But, something was strange in the air. Geralt went into the maester's hospital room, only to see an assassin with a dagger preparing to kill injured lord Stark. "I thought, that your kind was faster." the witcher taunted. The man turned to him. His face was changing like king Robert's mood. "You weren't supposed to be here." the man announced and attacked. 'Fuck. He is fast.' Geralt thought and unsheathed his steel sword. "This sword was made specially for motherfuckers like you." the witcher countered calmly and parried the attack.

The assassin was confused and surprised. No one could be that fast to parry this attack. Geralt stood still with a small smirk on his face. "Too slow, huh?" the White Wolf taunted again. "No One is not slow. No One must deliver the Gift and you're in the way." the man answered. 'So, a Faceless Man? Only a few people here could buy them. Baelish or the Kingslayer are so bold for this.' Geralt thought.

"W-what?" lord Stark asked. "An assassin sent to kill you, my lord." the witcher answered. The Faceless Man turned and prepared to throw the dagger, but Geralt acted quickly. The hand with dagger fell to the ground with a loud "thud" sound. Just a second later, the head followed the hand on the way to the floor.

Dandelion was nowhere to be found. Only a small note lied on his place. Geralt grabbed the note and started to read. On it was written:

Geralt of Rivia,

I captured your friend Dandelion. Bring me 10 000 gold dragons as ransom on his head. You have 6 hours to collect the money. I am generous so, the time starts counting, when you stop reading this note. The same counts for lord Stark, but thrice the money. I have ALL of his children, that he brought to the Red Keep with him. If you aren't in the best brothel in the time, they will die.

No One

"Fuck! 40 000 gold dragons for four people!" Geralt said. "They have captured Dandelion, Sansa, Arya and Jon. We have only 6 hours to collect the money and bring it to the best brothel in here." the White Wolf explained to lord Stark. "This is complete madness!" the Hand of the King announced. "I have an idea. Let me sneak into the brothel. I'll kill their guards and get them out of there." Geralt stated and burned the message with Igni Sign.

Lord Stark seemed to think about it for a while. "We don't have another choice. Do it." he sighed. Geralt grinned a bit and went out from the room. 'Well, I must now stay true to my nickname 'The Butcher of Blaviken' and save the endangered girls, bard and Targ.' he thought and rushed to the main gate.

Petyr Baelish smirked behind his mask. His plan of getting Catelyn to his lap is in one of the final phases. He turned to the scared trio and beaten bastard. Lord Stark's daughter Sansa would make a fine whore, while Arya would be a bit more wild. And men like a bit wild whores. The Master of Coin gestured to his masked 'trainers' to start with Sansa.

But, suddenly Jon Snow stood up and looked behind him. "Ger-" he managed to shout before one of the brutes intervened. "I knew, that it would be you, Baelish." someone announced. The brutes and 'trainers' turned to face and kill the witcher. His men had advantage 7 to 1.

Baelish looked at his men with a smile, that quickly faded. Geralt -no ser- of Rivia did a strange gesture with his hand and the 7 men flew three feet back. Baelish gulped. But, the distraction was enough for Jon Snow to grab one of finer swords, that owned his brutes' chief. The bastard of Winterfell rushed at him without yelling so, he had only a second to do something.

The Master of Coin tried to jump away. Jon's sword missed his neck by three inches, but it was enough to kill him slower. The bastard of Winterfell grinned, because the red mark on Baelish's chest grew bigger and he started to lose his life faster. "You deserved this, Littlefucker! Sorry girls." Jon said.

'Only the Hound and the Imp called me like that before.' Petyr Baelish thought and his vision turned black forever.

Sansa Stark was shocked. She never expected to see again a man, that was dying before her own eyes. Even if it was a man, that tried to make from her a whore. Suddenly, Jon's appearance changed in her own mind. He got white hair, violet eyes and black clothes. On his chest appeared the sigil of Targaryens: three-headed, red dragon.

Little did she know, that she saw the true identity of Jon Snow. She slowly tried to stand up, but her knees were weak. Jon came to Sansa and helped her to stand up by taking part of her weight on himself. Bran was only lucky, that lady Catelyn sent for him after the tourney. Jon's direwolf Ghost escaped from the Red Keep, when Baelish's men came to steal them from their beds.

Arya took much worse beating, than she, but surprisingly, she managed to stand up and walk normally. She grinned at Sansa, but Jon's glare told the she-wolf to stop grinning. They marched behind Geralt of Rivia and his blabbermouth of a friend for ten minutes, when they finally saw daylight again.

Suddenly, a golden thing appeared before the entrance to the cave. It took her a full minute to realise, that she looked at a giant golden dragon, which transformed before her eyes to ser Borch Three Jackdaws. "Geralt, I am happy, that you saved lord Stark's children, but when I went to the healing room, lord Stark and the king were dead. Someone pierced through them a single spear. I had only seconds to grab Ice and get out from the Red Keep." he said without a trace of a prank.

"Alright. Transform into a horse or dragon. We must bring them to Winterfell." Geralt answered with visible anger in his eyes. "I failed to defend someone, that treated with me like an equal. Firstly king Foltest and now lord Stark." the witcher continued after a second. Ser Borch smiled and changed into the big dragon again. Geralt went to her and Jon first. Her half-brother nodded and lifted her with Geralt's help on ser Borch's warm scaled back.

Daenerys Targaryen woke up. Ser Jorah had a sad smile on his eyes. "Khaleesi, your son... " he started. It never meant a good thing. Her son Rhaego… no no no no! "I'll burn that maegi for killing my son!" she shouted. "I will make sure of her death." her loyal guard announced and went from the tent.

She turned to the chest, in which were the dragon eggs. She got an idea. 'Fire and Blood… That's the answer!' Dany thought and smiled. "Khaleesi, you need to rest for now." Jhogo stated. She nodded and listened to the loyal Dothraki. "Prepare a burial fire for my son and my Sun and Stars. The eggs will be there too as a gift for them." Daenerys commanded.

"Yes, Khaleesi." Jhogo answered and went out from the tent. Dany fell asleep after that. She had a strange dream.

Three men, girls and a big white wolf were on back of a massive golden dragon. "Villentretenmerth, I am starting to feel, that you're priceless for us. The ability to change from your natural dragon form to a human is good." a man with white hair announced. 'I am just happy, that almost no one of Starks was killed and the brown-haired Targ too.' the dragon answered!

"Girls, I must tell you something. Your father hid the true identity of Jon a secret, because his sister told him to do it. Jon is a son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark." the mysterious man continued. The girls were shocked. And she too. Suddenly, the dragon turned his head to her and winced?

Dany woke up and saw, that it's at least one hour after the sunset. She went out from the tent and saw the burial fire ready. Dany nodded to ser Jorah. He and several others placed their torches against the outer circle of dried grass. Mirri Maz Duur laughed like crazy. "You can't kill me Khaleesi!" she shouted.

But, after a minute, the cursed maegi started with screaming. The screaming died soon after it started. Suddenly, three loud "CRACK!"-s were heard. Dany went into the fire with curiosity. When she entered the flames, Dany felt only warm feeling. The three dragon eggs had some cracks on them.

The same cracking sound was heard just a second later and a white dragon stared at her with curiosity. Dany tried to reach for him, when another egg was in pieces and a green dragon repeated his brother's stare. She grabbed the two dragons. The last egg exploded ten seconds later. A black dragon hissed at his brothers. The older two snapped in their youngest brother's direction, but Dany reached for him too.

The dragons screeched at the sky. It was funny and cute at the same time. Dany went from the flames naked, but covered in the black color of burned wood and without her nice and long silver hair. Some Dothraki tried to go from the fire to join thousands others, who left with Drogo's bloodriders. Ser Jorah kneeled first. The rest of Dothraki followed suit. "Blood of my blood." they repeated, when they kneeled.

Robb Stark stared open-mouthed at the giant golden dragon. It landed at the main courtyard. On it were his sisters, Jon, Geralt, the annoying bard Dandelion and Ghost. "Lord Stark was killed. We managed to escape and save our lives." Geralt announced. After these words, the dragon changed into a human man.

"And Petyr Baelish tried to make from your sisters his new whores." the dragon-man added. "He met justice from Jon's hands." Dandelion said after that with a still a bit scared voice. "You should see him! It was like the Dragonknight himself was reincarnated as Jon." Arya shouted. Maester Luwin rushed to the dragon-man to ask him something, but he stopped, when he saw, that Sansa can't stand still without help.

Robb rushed to help his sister. Sansa thanked him with her eyes. The poor girl won't be again the same. "I and your father annulled her marriage with Joffrey, before he died." Geralt announced. This made Robb smile. But, who would she marry? This was a mystery to be solved. "Lord Stark told me a secret, when he was dying. This secret is about Jon Snow, who is in reality son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. Jon told us, that he wishes to not be a king so, there is only one living Targaryen left somewhere in Essos." the dragon spoke up.

This surprised everyone. Lord Eddard Stark was hiding a Targaryen under their own noses and never told about this. At least, Jon (or what's his name now) Targaryen wishes to not be a king. Geralt grabbed a sword on his back and gave it to Robb. Ice had passed to him. Robb is new lord Stark of Winterfell and Warden of the North. "From now, the Westerlands will try to destroy us, while the Baratheon brothers will try to get us to their cause to be a king of the Seven kingdoms." Robb muttered.

"The true war is awaiting us in the True North. The Wildlings, that are caught are talking more about the White walkers and deserters from the Wall are doing the same." Jon stated from his findings. Another shocked stares were seen from everyone, that could heard the young Targ.

"Aemon is right. And I am a pacifist. I would only defend myself. Also expect no fire coming from me. Ah! And what are these manners coming from me?! My name is Villentretenmerth, but friends are calling me Borch Three Jackdaws." the dragon announced. 'A knighted dragon?! Seven hells!' Robb thought and went with Sansa to maester Luwin's tower.

The North will take revenge soon, but it must be done without bloodshed, that was war.

Author's notes:

Hey guys! I am back with another chapter! I am sorry about abandoning my another work, but I have other things to deal with in my head. Mostly school and some other crap.

Also, thank you for your support of my works. I only wish, that it will continue.

See ya later!