Chapter seven: Baby dragons, screaming savage cavalry, Ciri-like girl and drugged mages

Author's notes: This chapter contains lemon! Don't like, don't read. (See the end of the chapter for more notes)

Varys, commonly known as 'the Spider' or the Master of Whisperers looked at Baelish's body. It wasn't looking like being butchered, when Geralt of Rivia kills you. It was something similar to a normal cut on a chest, that nearly missed the heart, but the cut still went through lungs. "I think, that the killer of Petyr Baelish is Jon Snow. Because, this cut is not on any corpse, that the witcher left behind himself." Varys announced.

Grand maester Pycelle nodded at this. "Or it could be a Faceless Man. Like in lord Stark's cause." the old maester with liking on young girls added. "You are dismissed." the freak on the Iron throne said. 'I need to contact Illyrio to get Daenerys there. The Starks, Martells or Tyrells are the only best matches for her.' the Spider thought and turned to leave, when ser Barristan stood before the monster on throne.

The old knight started to take parts of his armor and talked about the boy's similarity to the Mad King Aerys. After that, he drew his sword and pointed it at Joffrey. The rest of the Kingsguard drew their swords in response. "Even now I could cut through the five of you like carving a cake!" Joffrey made a priceless stare at that. "Here boy! Melt it down and add it to the others!"

Varys timed his arrival at the door to get there at the same time as the old knight. "The person, that you want to serve under is in Essos. My friend Illyrio Mopatis will tell you more in Pentos." Varys whispered to the knight. Ser Barristan nodded and went from the Red Keep. Varys smiled. His plan of restoring the Targaryen dynasty is secured for now.

It took a week to gather most parts of the Northern army. Geralt and Villentretenmerth were just spectating the whole meeting of the gathered lords and Robb from shadows. "I don't like that lord Bolton. He is the type, that is ready to betray Robb at the first sight of something, that the young lord can't give to him." the golden dragon whispered. Geralt nodded at that. That lord is exactly Radovid's relative.

"...defend the Riverlands from Lannister forces." Robb finished. "We have a dragon as an advantage. Why not use it to destroy the Casterly Rock?" lord Bolton asked. "Because Villentretenmerth is a pacifist and can't breathe fire." Geralt said, when he stepped out from the shadow. "If you want dragons so badly, I'll go to Essos. There are rumors of three dragons in Qarth." the witcher continued.

Aemon looked at him. "There's a 'but' in it, right?" the young Targ asked. Geralt smiled a bit. "But, the dragons are now barely able to breathe fire and a single arrow can kill them." the White Wolf finished. The lords had a mixture of sad and angry faces. "Go for them, master witcher and try to find the last female Targaryen too." Villentretenmerth called from the shadows.

Geralt sighed. "My chances to get there as soon as possible are minimal, if I don't have a giant pacifist golden dragon as my mount." the witcher countered. This drew laugh from all gathered lords, except lord Bolton. Even Villentretenmerth laughed at the joke. "And I thought, that you lost your sense of humor, when you were drugged in the Trial of the Grasses." the dragon countered.

One turn of moon later, Qarth

Ser Jorah Mormont guarded the almost fallen tower of the Mages in the most proud city of Essos. Khaleesi told him to stay there and be aware of any assassins, that may follow her there. Suddenly, a big shadow appeared over him. The exiled knight looked up and saw a giant and golden dragon.

'It is the dragon from Khaleesi's dreams.' Jorah realised. The dragon landed ten feet from him. On the back of it was a strange man with white hair, light armor, two swords, a dagger, a crossbow and a cat-like eyes. The stranger jumped from the dragon's back and the dragon changed into a human!

"You must be exiled ser Mormont. Lord Robb never mentioned you." the stranger announced. 'Wait! Eddard Stark is dead?!' ser Jorah thought. "We were sent by lord Robb of house Stark to find allies to help with defending the Riverlands. Only the Northern and Riverlands army can't hold too long by themselves." the dragon added.

And without any other words, the two newcomers went into the building. Jorah turned to stop them, but he noticed, that the doors closed behind them. The exiled knight looked back at his hidden Dothraki friends. They were shocked from the arrival of a Dragonrider. 'Varys should know about this.' Jorah thought and went back to his guarding spot.

Geralt rushed through the tower. He paid no attention to the scenes around him. There was someone, that needed rescuing and looked like Ciri. He found her after almost a hour of non-stop running through the hall. She was in chains with three dragonlings at the table. There was also a bald man.

"..., but they're stronger, when you're near them." another bald man finished. This one appeared from nowhere! Geralt's silver medallion was like crazy at the moment. The witcher unsheathed his steel sword and prepared to kill that bald wizards. 'I hate portals, but the mages are making them so, I quite enjoy killing them.' the White Wolf thought and jumped from the shadows.

The bald fucks were surprised, but they quickly started cloning themselves to help the original one escape. Too bad for them, that Geralt already knew, who was the original warlock and used Aard Sign to stop him from escaping. The warlock fell to the ground and started laughing. "You incompetent fool. Our friend told us about you. We were sending these monsters to kill you. Now, I'll open up a portal and get out of here." Geralt only rolled his eyes. Avallac'h was already playing with minds of other people.

Suddenly, a portal really showed up. Fortunately, it was black. So, it wasn't active, but Geralt still tried to roll away. "I hate portals." the witcher muttered after that. The girl in chains was confused. "Geralt! What are you waiting-oh! Hello there, little ones." Villentretenmerth said. The girl threw another confused look. But, she was surprised, when the disguised dragon hissed at the three dragonlings and they hissed back!

Geralt smiled and used Igni Sign at the chains. Suddenly, his gut gave him a warning. The Witcher turned just in time and avoided a bolt from crossbow. Geralt slowly turned and forced the warlock to jump into the portal. As expected, the portal exploded and blood with bones was everywhere. "Damn Geralt! That was overkill!" Villentretenmerth called and vomited.

Dany stared speechless at the man with white hair. The way, that he forced Pyat Pree to commit suicide was... impressive. The bald warlock, that drinked blue wine and forced her to do it too won't plot on getting her dragons again. The white-haired man from her dreams shot fire from his hands again and the chains were finally destroyed.

"My name is Geralt of Rivia and I am not a ser." her savior announced. Dany was again confused. She never heard of Rivia, but news of someone called Geralt, that generously supported the Night's Watch and bravely fought with five monsters, reached her quickly. 'He could be a useful ally,' she thought. But, the hissing sounds of her dragons brought her back to reality.

"What were they saying?" she asked. "They're hungry." the another man answered. "We aren't Valyrians, but ser Borch can speak with your dragons, because he had a cursed daughter. She taught him the dragon language." Geralt added. This satisfied her a bit. "And what happened to her?" Dany asked again. This time, only sad faces made the answer clear. "Oh. I am sorry, that I asked about this." she tried to apologise.

"Nevermind. Saskia was always the adventurous type, that wants to fight." ser Borch said. His tone was sad, like that Saskia was his only child. "I don't believe that ser Jorah. He looked like a power hungry man, that would rape any women in order to get some of it." Geralt announced in a tone, that was full of bitter truth. Poor Dany never saw it, until today. "I saw many people like him and ser Borch even more. They are one of reasons, that I am trying my best to avoid capital cities with dozens of men even worse, than ser Jorah will ever be." the old looking man added.

"Can I give you an advice?" ser Borch asked. Dany simply nodded. "Don't mount Drogon. He's too much for your mind. The black dragons can make you mad like your father was." She blinked at that, but to her surprise, Drogon nodded a bit. "The dragons are intelligent creatures, born from fire magic. Ugh, dammit! We must go out from there." Geralt finished the small lesson about dragons and led them out from the tower.

Dany was feeling much more safer now. But, when she saw daylight again, ser Jorah was pointing his sword at Geralt. "Step away, Khaleesi! They're assassins sent by the Usurper!" he shouted. The witcher calmly unsheathed one of his two swords, while ser Borch laughed. "I saw Robert Baratheon killed in a bed by a spear. Her goodbrother Eddard Stark alongside him. Lord Stark hid son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark in his own castle." the pacifistic ser countered.

The words surprised her. Usurper's best friend hid a Targaryen at his own castle and lied to everyone about his identity!? "The Starks are offering a shelter for you and they need reinforcements to help the Riverlands from being devastated by another war." Geralt added. This time, ser Jorah laughed and threw some insults at the Starks. One of the worst was: Overhonorable pride cunts.

This was last mistake of ser Jorah Mormont. Geralt went into a strange circling attack, that was looking like a raging sandstorm. The exiled knight was disarmed in seconds, but he refused to yield. Right after that, Dany saw the head of a corpse, that was once ser Jorah Mormont landing at Jhogo's legs. The Dothraki kicked the head and it fell to the streets below.

!Warning! Lemon incoming!

Dandelion smiled at the servant girl, that was near his bed. She was a bit shy, but the bard liked it. He quietly gestured her to get naked. The girl nodded and unbuttoned her dress. The bard saw her small, but nice breasts and smiled at her. "You're perfect. Don't be shy." the bard encouraged her.

The girl smiled back at him. Dandelion pushed her gently on the bed and undressed himself. "What's your name?" the bard asked. "Lyanna. My father gave me that name." she answered. "A nice name." Dandelion announced. The bard wasted no time and lied next to her. Lyanna gave him a shy smile.

Dandelion kissed the girl passionately and played with her tits a bit. She squeaked at that, but Dandelion made sure to never let the squeak be heard. The bard left foreplay and put his member at her entrance. Lyanna looked at him with pleading eyes. Dandelion smiled. The girl wanted to be fucked so, he thrust into her.

The bard started slowly and sped up a bit every 10th thrust. Lyanna tried to be quiet, but a soft moan escaped her lips. Dandelion smiled and pinched her nipples. She moaned again, this time a bit louder. The bard was at his peak after that and groaned. The girl felt his hot semen pouring into her womb and climaxed.

Both of them were exhausted and laid on the bed. Lyanna looked at him with pleading eyes and asked. "Again?" Dandelion smiled and nodded.

Aemon Targaryen looked at Bran again. His cousin got better with the crossbow every day, but today, he shot 5 bullseyes in a row! 'Geralt and Mikken did a good job.' he thought. Meanwhile, Arya was trying to strike Robb with Needle, but she was still lacking in speed and force to get through his defence. She even got advantage with her sword being steel, while Robb had wooden one.

The fat boy from earlier and maester Luwin were looking for wounded men to heal them. Everything looked like a normal day, but without his uncle it was boring as hell. Of course, Dandelion wisely decided to stay away from lords Bolton and Umber. They both hated the bard after the moment, when they heard about Baelish's successful capturing of Robb's sisters.

Aemon smiled at young Rickon, who was playing with Shaggydog. They were running around the courtyard and Rickon was laughing the whole time. The Northern army will march south in a week so, the North will be weak against sudden attack from west or east. That worried him, because he'll wear armor similar to his father's.

The last male Targ (as the Northmen are calling him now) is the secret weapon, that'll bring Dorne and Reach to their army. Aemon was against the idea, but when even Dandelion agreed to that, he finally gave up.

And now, only 1 week is left to leave Winterfell and go to war. The time is their enemy again and they can't wait for too long, or it'll be late for the Riverlands. Aemon will miss this sight like nothing else (excluding Geralt, when he's attacking) and probably become a king against his will.

'I hope, that Geralt will finish his quest before Robb or me is dead.' Aemon thought. Even a single dragon, which would be big as a house will help them win the war by simply setting Lannister camp in fire. And the Baratheon brothers would stop with their fighting soon after that.

The youngest Targaryen sighed. 'And what after that? They'll probably attack us. It's just what-if.' he thought and went to pick his new armor from Mikken. Suddenly, he heard some surprised voices. Aemon turned and saw Robb on his back, while Arya held Needle at his throat. "I yield!" Robb shouted a second later.

Aemon grinned at his direction and showed thumbs-up to Arya. The young she-wolf grinned back and rushed to her room in the lord's family quarters. Aemon turned back to Mikken and looked at his armor.

It was made from black painted bittersteel with a terrifying three-headed red dragon on the chestplate. There was also a simple bucket helmet without any ornamental additions. But, the chainmail caught Aemon's eyes right after that. It had a little darker parts sometimes coming from dark gray to light. "Valyrian steel?! Mikken, I never thought, that you'll be able to make it!" the young Targ said surprised.

The blacksmith just smiled a bit. "Y'know kid, I had some experience wit' creatin' dis. No one noticed it, but y'ar the first, who did." Aemon only nodded, grabbed his armor and threw some gold dragons to Mikken. The blacksmith thanked and Aemon went to his spot, where he oversaw the whole training of his and Robb's men.

Author's notes:

Hey guys! Here is chapter 7! Sorry about the delay, but this chapter was harder to write. Also, homeworks and computer games got in the way. See ya later!