Red Lion Amongst the Direwolves

Magi X Game of Thrones

Crossover

OC

Summary: Megara was a slave before Muu Alexius freed her. Since she is too young to join the troops, she stays behind and train hard to become a great warrior. Her dream is to become a part of Muu's Household. Life is peaceful until a failed experiment blast her away to another world. Eddard Stark found her and took her in. Let's see how the game turns out with a Fanalis joining the fray...

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Warning: OCs, grammar errors, typos

CHAPTER 10

Mycah looked like he is about to cry at the sight of Winterfell's grey walls. After crossing path with Lady Catelyn and Ser Rodrik, thankfully they don't meet anyone on the road. Megara put down her 'passengers' when the castle is on sight. It will be nice for them to stretch their legs after hours long bumpy 'rides'. It also won't draw attention. So far she have yet to sniff anyone at the road but in case there's someone who saw them... Not that there's anyone that dare to defy the Starks... Right? Winterfell looks as impressive as ever, as if the absence of its lord and lady don't matter. The guards are shocked at the sight of them. Eyes wide and mouth agape. When they enter the gates, people in the courtyard have the same expression. The first to approach them is Shaggydog. Not far from him are Robb (who is carrying Rickon), Bran and Theon. They all looked relieved and puzzled at the same time.

"Megara!" Rickon wiggled out her brother's hold. "You came back!" He hugged her legs. "I thought you won't come back!" She have no heart to tell him that she must leave again, so she just bend down and hug him. Shaggydog is in sniffing session with Nymeria and Lady.

Robb look at Mycah and then her. "Something happened on the road," It's more of a statement than a question. "Tell the kitchen to prepare food!" He orders a servant nearby. "Come inside. There must be a lot you want to tell. You come too Mycah." Mycah is too tired to refuse, so he followed them to the Great Hall. Megara dropped her cloak on the seat next to her. Her feet are covered in dirt.

"Megara" Maester Luwin entered the Great Hall. "And Mycah," He nodded at the boy. "I am glad you are well."

"Tell us what happened" Robb went straight to business. She noted that there a hint of steel in his voice. Lordship must be rubbing off on him.

Megara hesitates for a moment. Bran is mature for his age but Rickon... She's not so sure. Then again he is three, he won't understand much. "There was... A disagreement... Mycah was accused of hurting Arya. The prince mistook the two of them practising swords as Mycah bullying Arya. He wanted to punish Mycah here by slicing him," She glance at the cut on his cheek. The boys turn to look at Mycah, particularly his cheek. The cut is healing, leaving a line. "Your sister defended Mycah and Joffrey-" Megara paused midway to let the servants place their meal on the table. Soft bread, a soup of peas and beans, ham and strawberries. "...Joffrey retaliated. If it's not for Nymeria, he will hurt Arya."

Robb's face hardened at the story. Bran is staring at her, waiting for more. "Nymeria bit the prince. Arya and Mycah ran to the woods. I stayed with them at the woods until it's safe for me to bring Lord Eddard. Mycah and I stayed back while he took Arya to the camp. Afterwards the king questioned everyone. I was not there so I cannot say for sure what exactly happened. Next thing we know, Lord Eddard returned to the wood with Lady tagging along. Apparently the queen demand Nymeria's fur and then Lady's when Nymeria couldn't be found." Megara paused to eat her soup. "He ordered me to bring back these three to Winterfell. I met Lady Catelyn on the road and explained it to her."

No one said anything for a little while. Everyone is processing what they just heard. Megara and Mycah eat their meal while they wait. It's been awhile since they last have a proper meal. Megara drink her ale heartily. Back in Reim she rarely drink alcohol but the ale seems to be the staple drink here... Must be because the water is not up to Reim's standard. How old is the Known World again? 8000 years? Strange how slow the development here. Must be because they have little magic left. On the floor, the dire wolves hungrily devour their meal.

"Do the Lannisters suspect anything?" Maester Luwin asks.

Megara shake her head. "Word about Bran haven't reach them yet. Unless they have a spy at Winterfell, which I highly doubt, they don't know anything. Speaking of which, how is our friend? Have he gotten used to the dungeons?" She start to pick at her strawberries.

"He have spilled everything under your... persuasion," Maester Luwin tilt his head. "We need to keep him alive because we need his testimony as evidence. Remember, words can turn to battle axes," He send Robb a sharp look. Robb once again revert to his fourteen year old self under Maester Luwin's reprimanding gaze. "We need to wait until we have all the evidence we need."

"We have the dagger, Lady Stark and Megara as witnesses and the assassin's confession. What else do we need?" Theon Greyjoy ask hotly.

"How about the fact that we're a thousand leagues away from the King?" Megara shot back. "And that we're up against the royal family?" Okay, chances are Joffrey is not Robert's but what if he is indeed the king's biological son? Too many uncertainties. This might turn to war, just like what King Robert said. "Lord Stark has yet to even start his duties as Hand when his son and ward are so eager to draw swords at the prince." It sound really absurd but that's the truth. "Lord Stark will be very angry if you start a war without his knowledge. He and your sisters will be in danger." Being in the enemy's territories do that for you. Respect for the spies risking their lives to gain information in other lands. "I will leave tomorrow" The quicker she catch up with Lady Catelyn, the better.

"You're going away? Again?" Bran asked with low voice.

She nodded "I need to aid your parents."

"Why can't you stay?" Rickon said loudly, he's getting upset. "Everyone's leaving!"

Megara get up from her seat and approach Rickon. The little boy have gone sullen since everyone left. Shaggydog starts to growl, reflecting Rickon's anger. "Rickon," She kneel before him. "I know that you are upset but being upset doesn't change anything. You can't bring back your parents and sisters just by saying that you want them back." The boy stay silent but scowled. "Your parents don't want to leave but they don't have a choice. They must leave in order to protect the family."

"Then why can't they stay here? At Winterfell? The walls will defend us!"

"The battlefield is somewhere else. Nowhere near the North. You can't learn anything about the enemy if you're just sitting in one place. Your parents are doing their duty to protect all of you. When peace return, so will your family." That's not always the case but as long as it's enough to calm down Rickon... "You need to be patient. Your mother want nothing more but to be here with all of you. Trust me." Shaggydog stop growling. "Now, how about I take a nice bath and then we play?"

Rickon smile widely. "YES!"

They spend the entire day playing. Come to My Castle, hide and seek, playing tag, and so forth. For the first time in a while, Robb joined in their games. Maester Luwin and Theon watch from afar as the children plays and dire wolves running around. Rickon is ecstatic. Megara hope it will be enough to make up all the times he've been lonely... Although not for long. She need to catch up with Lady Catelyn. Rickon is a robust child but even he grows tired from all the games they had. Megara tuck him to bed. He snores peacefully as Shaggydog snuggle up to him. Megara pat his head before leaving his room.

Morning came. Megara stood in front of the gates, accompanied by Robb, Theon, Maester Luwin and a couple of soldiers. The sun is not even up yet but they agree that it's best for her to leave as soon as possible. It's a long way to King's Landing from Winterfell. They bid their farewell, short and straight to the point. By the time the sun rises, Megara is long way from Winterfell. With her speed, it didn't take long for her to reach Riverlands. A couple days later she catch up with Lady Catelyn and Ser Rodrik.

It was late at night. Lady Catelyn is about to sleep when Megara come in through the window. Albeit surprised, the lady take it in a stride. They stay up all night filling in each other. Megara told her about how lonely Rickon and Bran are. Lady Catelyn can only give her a resigned look. She want nothing more than to be with her family but everyone is scattered. Megara wonders if her own mother feel what Lady Cately feel right now when the slave traders caught her. The Stark matriarch insist for her to share a bed with her, having travelled so far. Albeit a little cramped, the bed have room for the two of them.

She have shared bed with her friends and fellow slaves but Megara can't help but think that this feels different. Maybe it's because she's sleeping next to a nobility? As in, one of the most prominent women in Westeros. It is strange how things can be not so... formal between the two of them. Megara certainly never heard of a noble lady willing to share a bed with a Fanalis... Not like gladiators.

Nah, she probably think too much. She've been running around for days. Time for her to go to Dreamland. That night she dreamed of Reim again. She is wearing a matching dress with Big Sis Myron and dance with Big Bro Muu. Their Fanalis friends are partaking the food nearby. Even Lady Scheherazade is present.

Megara wake up at the crack of dawn. A groggy Ser Rodrik fetch her breakfast from the kitchen. After she's done, Megara sneaked from behind the inn into the wilderness. If she pick up her pace, she will arrive at King's Landing in less than a week. She still need to be careful though. In case someone saw her, or worse the 'little birds'. Apparently the Master of Whisperers have a network of spies that are known as 'little birds' They are everywhere and can be anyone. No matter the gender, status or age. So this... Varys also employ children younger than her... It doesn't really matter to her though. Megara had spy on people before, on behest of her former master. It's a bit ironic really. Now she's becoming a spy for the Starks. However this time it's completely different. She is a free person and the Starks repaid her with looking after her in this world. She is lying if Megara said she doesn't feel any attachment towards the Northerners. But they are not her real family. Her real ones are in a different universe. She do not belong here, just like she doesn't really belong to that 'side' of her home universe.

Will they miss her when she leave? Megara inwardly hope so. Arya will be sad... But that might not be possible, considering how their last encounter turns out. They don't have the chance to say proper hello moreover her explaining Arya everything. That can end their friendship. Friendships have been ended for something less. Though that might be the best... It will be bad if Megara get more attached to this world...

But honestly, where else a Fanalis can ever truly belong?

A few hours later, King's Landing is finally on sight. Megara instantly frown when the smell hit her nose. The city smells like garbage, something rotten and bodily fluids. It kind of reminded her of the very bad places she once passed as a slave. With her Fanalis nose, the smell is 10 times worser. 'I better get to Lord Stark before the smell knocks me out...' The Red Keep is visible from afar so there's no need to ask for directions... Not that she need it. Megara can just always track down Lord Eddard's scent. Though it will be harder, considering where she is. Lady Catelyn told her that the Red Keep is full of hidden paths. Maegor the Cruel killed the construction workers after its completion to protect the castle's secrets. It is also said that there are some places that only children can go through. She need to make sure that no one actually see her though. Not even in the streets, if the rumours about 'little birds' are true.

Megara sneak into a passing wagon. When they stop at the gates, a couple of guards step forward. As they converse with the merchant, their gold cloaks shining under the strong sunlight. The City Watch, Lady Catelyn told her. The wagon move again, the merchant has been granted permission to enter the city. Putting on her hood, Megara waits for a chance to sneak out. The wagon stop again, this time at a crossroad. Megara carefully slip out and head straight towards the shadows. All right, she successfully infiltrate the city. Now to infiltrate the Red Keep.

The smell is getting stronger now that she's in the city. Rotting fish, horse piss, smoke, sweat, excrement, body fluids, sour wine, dirty laundry... There are so many other scents that Megara don't bother to list. This place is very bad for her nose... Megara might even puke. Better get a move on before she throw up her breakfast. And spies. She must be wary of them.

'Although it will be interesting if a spy meet a fellow spy'

Ned rubbed his temple. Lord Baelish just gave him the latest report about the crown's debt. Six million golden dragons! What is Robert thinking?! Ned knows that his friend is fond of his wine and tourneys but must the Seven Kingdoms pay for his pleasures? And the Small Council. They treat this as something usual, doing nothing to stop Robert. It's the same as spoiling him. Ned can't help but shudder what would happen if Jon Arryn wasn't there. Not that he is able to stop Robert... A war is supposedly coming and they are short in 'coppers' necessary to fund them. Despite their dislike of oceans, the Dohtraki lord can easily buy hundreds of ships, creating a major fleet. What will happen then? The Seven Kingdoms can must the force of 100,000 men. The same amount this Khal Drogo have. But half of their men will be peasants, many never ride a horse or even hold a sword. All Dohtrakis ride horses and shoot arrows. Even with Megara, it's not even possible for her to go against 100,000 men. And honestly, is he so cruel to push a little girl to a battlefield? Fanalis or not, Megara is a maid of eleven.

"Lord Stark?"

Ned jumped from his seat. He turn around to see Megara standing at the doorway. She is covered with dirt, though oddly her feet is clean. "How did you-"

"Secret paths" Megara simply answered. Ned nodded. Red Keep is full of secret paths that sometimes only children can reach. If Megara can sneak into a camp full of knights, why can't she sneak into the Red Keep? Though it won't be good for his heart, with her tendencies of suddenly popping up. He must talk to her about giving him a warning first. "I hate King's Landing." She scowled. "Stinky city. I almost faint earlier." Fanalis have stronger senses, Ned can only imagine how bad it is to Megara.

"How was your journey? How are my family? My wife?" Ned asked.

Megara take a seat in front of his table. "Everyone in Winterfell are doing well. Rickon is angry that everyone is leaving though. Robb is too busy to keep him company. At least Bran is there for him. Mycah is happy to be home. Lady Catelyn and Ser Rodrik will arrive at the Crownlands in a few days. She is very anxious to meet you. No one have seen me. I made sure of that. I washed my feet so I won't leave a trail. No one if eavesdropping on us at the moment as well." She eyed his goblet. "Can I...?" Ned nodded. The poor child gulped down the water. She reach out for the fruit bowl. "How are you Lord Stark? How are your daughters?"

"My daughters are well. As for I... Being a Hand is difficult," He let out a sigh of resignation. "The king rather indulge himself than leading his kingdom. He want a tourney to be held in my honour."

"The king is a very festive person isn't he?" Megara almost sounds like she is amused. "My country is also fond of parties." Megara's country... The Reim kingdom. Ned wonder what kind of place it is... "And the crown prince?" She asked in low tone. Ned's mood become even more sombre at the mention of the prince.

"He stayed away since the whole farce," He told her gruffly. Megara nodded. They don't exchange any words for a while. Megara busied herself by eating the grapes. When she is finished, she head over to the water basin to wash her face. Ned remember something. "Megara?" The child turn to him. "Do you think Sansa will like this?" He pull out a bundle from his drawer. "A doll made by Princess Myrcella's toymaker." He show it to her.

Megara give it a blank look. "Sansa told me she doesn't play with dolls anymore since she was 8. And frankly my lord, dolls will never be able to replace Lady." Ned gaze at the doll in his hands. He feel ashamed. "Well, it's the thought that counts." Megara pat him on the back. "I'll be happy to get anything at all from my father." Ned don't know how to respond so he simply pat her head, not caring about the dirt sticking to her hair. "Rather than gifts, how about a heart to heart talk with Sansa? They say things left unsaid hurt the most."

Ned ponders what Megara just said to him. He kept so many secrets, people are hurt in the process. His wife, Jon, Robert... Dare he to add his daughters into the list?

The child suddenly vanishes from his eyes. Ned about to call out for her when the door opened. Harwin entered his office bringing a stack of scrolls with him. "My lord, here are some documents from Lord Varys. My Lord?"

Ned snapped out from his shock before nodding to Harwin. "Very well. Put them on the table. I'll check them after I finished looking over Lord Baelish's report." As Harwin did so, Ned sit back down. His work as the Hand is barely started. He must also keep an eye on everyone while he investigate Jon Arryn's death.

At least he have a ridiculously strong girl faster than a squirrel with a nose better than a dog at his side.

I've checked the internet. Back in the middle ages, peasants have little access to clean water. So they drink ale to stay hydrated. The brewing process killed a lot of germs. Some are strong, some are weak. People of all ages drink 'small beer' during breakfast.

Morgiana is able to track down Alibaba by his scent while in Baldadd. Of course Megara can do the same. Unfortunately we're in King's Landing, where Shae said it smell like shit and cum. Since Fanalis have better nose... Poor Megara!

A reader suggest I write a Magi and Black Butler crossover. That's an interesting idea!

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