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...

Disclaimer: I do not own either of the series. Each of them belong to their respective creators

Warning: OCs, grammar errors, typos

CHAPTER 13

Megara yawned loudly. The lineage book laid open in front of her as she's sitting on Lord Eddard's chair. He won't mind if she borrow his Hand desk for a bit. Her guardian have left the castle an hour ago, to investigate the smithy the late Lord Arryn visited sometime before his death. No one doubt that there will be spies keeping an eye of him but Lord Eddard insisted to go. At least no one won't be so blatantly assassinate the current Hand in such public places. Though of course, one can make a wrong step and end up getting impaled...

Arya is having dance lessons with Syrio Forrel at the moment. Her sister Sansa is practising the bells with Septa Mordane. Megara likes music but playing the instruments is a different matter altogether. She's fine with drums but delicate instruments like harp is impossible for her. So she opted out from music lessons. Megara will sing and dance but that's all.

The book is interesting actually. Contrary to most people's first impression. You really can't judge a book by its cover. Megara start reading from House Stark section. Brandon the Builder, who build the infamous Wall. King Theon Stark, whom they called the Hungry Wolf due to his constant conquests (not to mention being gaunt and skinny). He had such legendary (let's not forget fearsome) reputation that even the Ironborn use his name. Megara hope that the Theon she knows is not that hungry. King Torrhen Stark, the last king of the North and the first Warden of the North. Seeing the futility of going to war against dragons, King Torrhen knelt to Aegon Targaryen.

The one that caught Megara's attention the most is Lord Cregan Stark. Like Lord Eddard, he rode to the South to become the Hand of the King. This takes place during the Dance of the Dragons. He secured the political stance for the young Aegon III by executing and sending men to the Wall during the Hour of the Wolf. This is to ensure there is no corruption in the court. Lord Cregan did it in a single day and left King's Landing at the very same day. The book said that he left without most of his household. He's really that anxious to go. The Dragonknight even acknowledge his prowess as a swordsman. Megara let out a small whistle at that.

All these during a political turmoil? Lord Eddard really need to step up his game. Megara make a note to herself to find out more about Lord Cregan. Maybe there's something about him that can inspire Lord Eddard or something.

Megara paused at Lady Lyanna Stark's entry. Dark hair, grey eyes, long face. Sounds like Arya. Maester Luwin told her that Robert's rebellion is sparked by her abduction. The crown prince Rhaegar Targaryen kidnapped her and locked her up in a tower somewhere in Dorne. Brandon Stark rode down to the south in anger. When he threatened the prince, King Aerys have him arrested. When Lord Rickard tried to get his son back, the Mad King burned him alive. Brandon died by strangulation when he tried to save his father. When Aerys demanded Lord Arryn to hand over young Eddard and Robert, he refused... Thus sparked the rebellion. This sounds like an epic saga... In which the girl died...

She remember when King Robert ask to be brought down to the crypts. He want to visit Lyanna's grave. He love her still, fourteen years later. If Lyanna lived, she'll be queen now. Sansa is this close to become a queen but alas, Joffrey is not a true Baratheon. Sansa will be devastated if she learn that she is not to be queen.

Megara flip the pages. This time House Baratheon. Lord Orys Baratheon, rumoured half brother to Aegon the Conqueror. He is married to Lady Argella Durrandon. When they first met, Lady Argella was betrayed by her men and brought in naked and chained. Orys give her food and shelter, treating her gently. This basic act of humanity eventually won her heart. Megara would love to know what they do to the bastards that strip her naked but alas, the book don't say anything about that. If it were Megara, she would crack their every bones and dump them somewhere completely nude.

Red eyes narrowed at the passage 'black of hair.' Megara traced further down. Black of hair. Black of hair. Black of hair. Black of hair again... Oh, there's a Baratheon lord married to a Lannister lady... Their son is 'black of hair.' She skipped to King Robert's entry. Black of hair... Joffrey Baratheon, golden hair...

"Damn," Megara mutters. So this is what Lord Arryn meant by 'the seed is strong'. She must tell Lord Eddard this as soon he return. Megara close the book. She have read enough for now. It's spying time. It's weird how she used to spy for her mast- slaver and now she's spying for Lord Eddard. This time it's different. Her slaver had her spy for his own gain. Lord Eddard never ask her to spy for him. But he need all the ally he can get in this stinky city.

Lord Eddard is honourable. Her slaver is not. That's enough differences to convince her.

Lord Eddard returned to his office that afternoon. Megara got back from her spying in time to meet him. She waits until Lord Eddard send Jory away before coming out from the shadows. "Welcome back, my lord." She curtseys. "Did you find anything?"

"A king's bastard," Lord Eddard don't hesitate to answer. "A boy named Gendry. He is an apprentice to a master armorer named Tobho Mott. They told me that the previous Hand and Stannis did talked to him. Weeks before Lord Arryn died."

"What does he look like?" Megara asked.

Lord Eddard sighs, "Just like his father. Only younger."

"Black of hair? Blue or black eyes? Broad shoulders?" Megara list the physical characters of a Baratheon that she just read.

He stared at her. "How do you know?"

"I read the lineage book. Every Baratheon have black hair. Safe for one or two people..." Megara frowned, "The king's grandmother is a Targaryen so it's not surprising if one of his children will have light coloured hair. But no black hair? That's too suspicious. The only child of King Robert and Queen Cersei who have black hair is dead." He was just a baby when the fever took his life... Megara wonder how different the situation will be should the baby lived. "It's possible that Lord Arryn visited a brothel to check if there's another bastard. King Robert is fond of women. He must have leave bastards all over Westeros."

"That... explains a lot actually," Lord Eddard said tiredly. "I shall pay a visit to the brothel-"

Megara cut him off, "I'm afraid I won't allow you to do that Lord Eddard. With so many spies keeping an eye on you, everyone will think that you're a pervert. It will bring questions about your honour." She said to him delicately. Lord Eddard give her a thoughtful look before nodding.

"Do you hear anything today?" Lord Eddard asked.

The question cause her to grimace. "The grand maester is doing his servant girl." Megara unfortunately stumble upon them doing Theon's favourite activity. She was taking a shortcut. She did not look but the sounds are unmistakable. Lord Eddard have a similar expression of disgust. "Moving on," Megara hastily change the subject. "I am finally able to enter Lord Varys' office. His office have multiple hidden passages. Those passages led to so many secret routes. So many of his spies prowled around there. Mostly children. Today is the first time I have the opportunity to check out his office. I dare not to touch anything but I noticed that he have so many maps. Hidden of course. Apparently he draw maps of Red Keep's secret passages."

Lord Eddard stroke his chin, "Interesting..."

"Do you want me to steal it, copy it and return it back before the Spider notice?" Megara asked. Her slaver tasked her to steal important documents or treasures from his rivals. So stealing isn't anything new for her.

He shook his head, "There is no need to resort to stealing, child. It's a dishonourable thing to do." Again with this honour thing... Lord Eddard ought to take it as his middle name. An idea came to her.

"Then how about I make the maps of my own? That way I don't need to steal."

Lord Eddard smiled at her suggestion, showing his approval. The materials needed to make a map will be provided by Lord Eddard... Now the only issue is wether or not she can draw them.

"My lady, please cover your head," Ser Rodrik told her as they ride further north. "You will take a chill." Rain pour down on them heavily, soaking them.

"It is only water Ser Rodrik," Catelyn replied. Her hair hung wet and heavy, and she could only imagine how wild she must look like. For once she did not care. The southern rain is soft and warm, unlike northern rain. Catelyn liked the feel of it on her face, gentle like a mother's kisses. It took her back to her childhood, back in Riverrun. She remember playing with her brother in the godswood, making mud pies with Lysa, and how Petyr got stomachache after eating the mud pies. How young they all had been. The northern rain fell cold and hard, sometimes it turn to ice in the night.

"I am soaked wet though," Ser Rodrik complained. "Even my bones are wet. We will want a fire tonight, my lady, and a hot meal."

"There is an inn at the crossroad up ahead," Catelyn told him. She have slept there many night there in her young, travelling with her father. Lord Hoster Tully had been a restless in his prime.

Ser Rodrik have a wistful look on his face at the notion of spending a night at an inn. "If only... But we dare not risk it. If we wish to remain unknown, I think it's best to seek out a small holdfast-" He broke off as they heard sounds up the road. Splashes of water, the clink of mail, a horse's whine. "Riders," He grip the hilt of hissword. Even on kimgsroad, it never hurt to be wary. A column of armed men noisily fording a stream. Catelyn reined her horse to let them pass. The foremost rider is holding a banner. The guardsmen wore indigo cloak and on their shoulders flew the silver eagle of Seagard. "Mallisters," Ser Rodrik whispered to her. "My lady, best pull up your hood."

Catelyn made no move. Lord Jason Mallister himself rode with them, his son Patrek by his sides, surrounded by knights. They were riding for King's Landing and the Hand's tourney. For the past week, travellers had been thick as flies upon the kingsroad, knights and freeriders, singers with their harps and drums, heavy wagons laden with hops or corn or casks of honey, traders and craftsmen and whores. All of them moving south. Megara will have better chances to blend in with this much people.

As the riders passed, Lord Jason nodded a curt greeting, but it was only a high lord's courtesy to strangers met on the road. He do not recognise her, and his son don't even bother to look. "He did not know you," Ser Rodrik said after the riders are gone.

"He saw a pair of mud splattered travellers by the side of the road, wet and tired. It would never occur to him to suspect that one of them was the daughter of his liege lord. I think we shall be safe enough at the inn, Ser Rodrik."

It was near dark when they reach it. Catelyn and Ser Rodrik each receive a room under the bell tower. Catelyn changed into dry clothes. She sat by the window, watching the rain pour. The crossroad have her a pause. If they turned west from here, it was an easy ride down to Riverrun. Her father had always been give her wise counsel when she needed it the most. Catelyn yearned to talk to him, to warn him of the upcoming storm. But Lord Hoster Tully had been bed ridden for the past two years, Catelyn don't want to add his burden. The eastern road will lead her to the Vale. Above the mountains, the Eyrie stood high and impregnable, there she would find her sister. And perhaps some answers Ned sought. Lysa surely know more. She might have the proof that Ned needed to bring down the Lannisters. If it come to war, they would need the Arryns and the eastern lords...

But the mountain road is dangerous. Shadowcats prowled those passes, rock slides are common, the mountain clans are ever present. They will descend from the heights to rob and kill, melting away like snow whenever the knights search for them. Catelyn's only strength is an old knight. It would be different if Megara is here but her husband need the child by his side.

The bells rung. It signals the meals is being served. Ser Rodrik came to her when the bells ceased. "We best make haste if we hope to eat tonight, my lady."

"It might be safer if we were not knight and lady until we pass the Neck," Catelyn told him. "Common travellers attract less attention. A father and daughter taken to the road on some family business."

"As you say, my lady," Ser Rodrik agreed. Then he laughed when he realised what he just said. "The old courtesies died hard, my-my daughter."

Catelyn took his arm. "Come, Father," she said.

The common room was long and drafty, with a row of huge wooden kegs on one end and a fireplace at the other. The benches were crowded, townsfolk and farmers mingling freely with all manner of travellers. There are the dyers with their purple-blue hands, rivermen reeking of fish, an ironsmith thick with muscles squeezed in beside a wizened old septon, sellswords with soft plump merchants swapping news. Three by the fire wore the red stallion badge of the Brackens, and there was a large party wearing Frey sigils.

Ser Rodrik found them an empty table near the window. A singer suddenly joined in, grabbing a chair for his own. "Seven blessings to you, good folk," The handsome youth said as he sat.

"And to you," Catelyn replies. Ser Rodrik called for meat, bread and beer.

The youth agrees, "Good idea, grandfather. I'm starving." He turn his head to Catelyn. "A song while we wait?" He fingered his harp.

"I rather throw myself down to a well," Ser Rodrik groused. He could not comprehend why a healthy boy would rather hold a harp rather than a sword.

"Well now, grandfather. This is your only chance before heading to the north." The singer leaned closer. "And the Starks know no music but the howling of wolves." He chuckles at his own joke. The serving boy brought them soup, bread, a skewer of meat, another skewer with mushrooms, fire peppers and onions. Ser Rodrik is about to eat when the door bang open.

"Gods," He said, causing the singer and Catelyn to turn around in curiosity. There were four of them, Catelyn nodded. A man of the Night's Watch, two servants... And Tyrion Lannister.

"I'm sorry my lord, but we're full up. Every room." The innkeeper apologises. Ser Rodrik and Catelyn look down on their cups. She fixed her hood.

"My men can sleep in the stable. As for myself, I don't require a lot of room," the Imp said.

"Truly, my lord. We have nothing," The innkeeper said worriedly.

"Is there nothing I can do?" Tyrion pull out something and bang it on the wooden table. It sounds like a coin. "To remedy this?"

"You can have my room," A free rider in faded blue cloak offers.

"That's a clever man," He toss the gold coin to the man who swiftly catch it. "You can manage food I trust?" He said to the innkeeper. "Yoren, dine with me."

"Aye, my lord."

The singer swiftly jumped to his feet, "My lord Lannister! I would be pleased to entertain you while you eat. I can sing to you your father's victory in King's Landing."

"Nothing would be more likely to ruin my supper," The dwarf said in a dry tone. Catelyn's heart drummed in her chest as Tyrion Lannister walk by their table. Laughter can be heard from the back of the room. He turn around and found Catelyn. "Lady Stark, what an unexpected pleasure," He is smiling. "I was sorry to miss you at Winterfell." Now everyone turn around to watch them.

Catelyn calmly turn around to face him. There is no use to hide now. She pull down her hood. "Lord Tyrion," She curtly nodded at him. "I see that you are on your journey back from the North."

"Yes. Quite the interesting journey I had. I pissed from the top of the Wall," He grinned while Catelyn put on an impassive look. "I made a quick stop at Winterfell. Your son Bran is healthy and well. He and the younger one greatly misses you though." Catelyn's heart hurt at the reminder of her sweet boys. Just a few more weeks... She will be back at Winterfell. "Do you mind if I sit here?" He climb to a bench at the table next to them. "I can't help but notice there's this one face missing from Winterfell. The former slave girl."

Megara. He's talking about Megara. Ser Rodrik eyed the dwarf carefully. They must not let something slip. Catelyn owe Megara that much.

"Shame I don't get to meet her. I would love to swap stories with her. She is quite the story teller, do you know that?" Oh no... What does he know about Megara? Catelyn would hear about it if one of her children spoke with the dwarf. She must ask Megara about it in the future. "How magnanimous of you Starks to take her in."

"It is an honourable thing to do," Catelyn said carefully. It's probably one of the best decision her husband made. A good warrior is always welcomed, no matter their size.

The dwarf hummed. "I am almost tempted to go back to Winterfell just to have a chat with the young lady. But alas, I must return to King's Landing. I hope I will arrive in time to bet on my brother." The Lannister eyed Catelyn. "You've just been there, haven't you?"

"Who can deny a wife when she wants to see her husband?" She can see that Tyrion Lannister is observing her. Tricky little bastard. The serving boy brought them their meal but Catelyn have lost her appetite now. The Night's Watch man have seated across the dwarf.

"Definitely not me," Tyrion chuckles. "Have a nice supper, my lady."

Catelyn share a tense look with Ser Rodrik. They know that Tyrion have nothing to do with Bran's assassination but that doesn't mean he don't know about his siblings. If he knew and keep it a secret... He's protecting his family, Catelyn can understand that. But who can cover that much treachery. If dealing with one Lannister can make her on edge like this, she hope Ned and Megara fare better. The two eat their dinner quietly while Tyrion jape with the crow. The singer continue to linger on their table. Catelyn force herself to swallow every spoonful and bite.

She excuses herself early to go to her room. Catelyn rest her head to the door after she closes it. They must leave first thing in the morning. Away from a Lannister.

Catelyn did not arrest Tyrion and now our favourite god of wine and tits will continue his way to King's Landing.

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