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

Notes: There will be mixes of scenes from the book and TV series

CHAPTER 14

How will her brethren react if they find out that she sleeps in a dragon skull?

Megara have take refuge in the dungeons, where no one hardly comes down here except of animals and ghosts... Not even Varys' little birds. After Robert Baratheon become king, he replaced the dragon skulls in the throne room with hunting tapestry. The dragon skulls are moved to the cellars. There is this one skull, with jaws so big it would have been able to swallow an auroch whole. She later found out that it is Balerion. The dragon that Aegon the Conqueror mounted. The inside of its jaw have enough room for her. Megara is pretty low maintenance. She snatched a pillow, wool blanket, some picnic clothes from the household to make a bed. She also took a lantern with her. Candles and kindling are easy enough to find.

It's washing that have her concerned. The servants have packed her some dresses back in Winterfell. However the water in King's Landing isn't as clean as Reim's. Megara must wash them miles aways from the capital. Drying them is also a problem. Using candles or fire will take ages and she can't afford to give away her spot in case someone enter the cellars.

But somehow she managed.

It's not okay to stay at some place damp but she have no choice. This is the last place everyone would find someone hiding. Big Sis Myron and Sansa would freak if they found out her resting spot. The place is something you'll hear in ghost stories. But Megara is no afraid of any ghosts. She's a Fanalis! Big Bro didn't say that there's any ghosts either at the Great Rift. A dank cellar filled with dragon skeletons is nothing! The cold did bother her though. Nothing a thick blanket couldn't solve.

Still, nothing really beats the sun. King's Landing is bearable during the afternoon. The sun lightly kisses your skin. The mornings here aren't so bad either... But the stink ruin it all. Red Keep have the least offending smell but that doesn't mean there's nothing fishy going on behind those walls. One time when she's exploring the White Sword Tower, Megara caught a Kingsguard bedding a woman. Ser Preston Greenfield if she remember correctly.

Megara blanched as she recall that memory. Everyone in this world seems to be so... Horny. Kingsguards are supposed to be celibate and dutiful. Clearly the present Kingsguards aren't what it used to be. Ser Barristan Selmy is the most charismatic member. The fact that he reminded her of Ignatius Alexius don't hurt either. The two old men would get along if they meet each other.

Speaking of which... Wonder what King Robert is doing right now? He keep dumping his work to Lord Eddard, it start to feel like he's taking advantage of his friend. Or taking him for granted. Probably both.

Megara is hiding in the ceiling when Lord Eddard send Jory to deliver a paper for the king. King Robert need to sign in. She decided to follow Jory then. She like Jory. He's nice. He is completely oblivious though. Then again, that shows how stealthy she is. Megara keep her distance though. A bit of distance is no trouble at all for her Fanalis hearing. She follow him all the way to the king's chamber. Jaime Lannister is standing guard outside. Laughters can be heard from inside.

"This is for the king. From Lord Stark," Jory shows Jaime Lannister the paper. All rolled up and sealed with Stark's grey wax. "Should I leave it-"

Jaime Lannister shushes him. "Listen. Do you hear them?" The laughter and giggles are unmistakable. "How many do you think are in there with him? Guess."

"Three," Jory answered. Another woman's laughter. "Four," He corrected.

The Lannister shook his head, "He likes to do this when I'm on duty. Makes me listen as he insult my sister."

Someone pushes open the door. A nervous looking woman came out. She hurriedly walk down the hall, away from the two men.

"Forgive me my lord-" Jory start again but Jaime Lannister cut him off. Rude much?

"Why do I have to forgive you? Have you wronged me?"

"We've met before you know."

Oh? Megara strain her ear, curious with what Jory just said.

"Have we? Strange, I've forgotten," Jaime Lannister said with a hint of sarcasm. Gosh, he's so haughty.

"The Siege of Pyke. We fought side by side on afternoon."

Something in the Kingslayer's tone change when he hear that. "That's when you got that scar."

"Aye," Jory confirmed. "One of the Greyjoys nearly took my eyes."

"Vicious sons of whores," Jaime Lannister said. Megara can't help but think of Theon. He really likes fooling around with prostitutes...

"They like to butcher," Jory said, no doubt reminiscing. From what she have learn from Maester Luwin, iron men really likes killing. Even to her world's standards.

"They stop liking it in the end," A grin appear on the Kingslayer's face. "That was a proper battle. Do you remember Thoros of Myr? Charging through the bridge..."

"With his burning sword. I'll remember that till the day I die." That earns a chuckle from Jaime Lannister.

What the Lannister said next make Megara's curiosity spike. "I saw the youngest of the Greyjoy back in Winterfell. It's like seeing a shark in the mountain."

"Theon. He's a good lad."

"Is he?" Lannister challenges.

Jory about to reply when the door opens once more. This time, two women darted out, each clutching their loose dress. King Robert's voice boom once more, followed by giggles. Jaime Lannister wordlessly closes the door.

"Can I leave this with you?" Jory shows him the scroll. "Lord Stark-"

"I don't serve Lord Stark," Jaime Lannister cut him off. Gone now the pleasant (excited?) tone he previously used while talking about battles. Jory takes the hint. He turn around and walk away, leaving the Kingslayer standing there.

Another laughter and giggles. Megara's cheeks feels hot. There's got to be at least 5 women in there! The king really is that lecherous. Megara remember how he swap saliva with a maid back in Winterfell. Even with her stoic mask, Megara can tell that Queen Cersei is furious. Royals in her world have the perks to have a harem but... Stationing your brother-in-law while you're being unfaithful with his sister? In their marital bed even? Now that's just goddamn rude. Megara can almost understand why the queen run to her twin's arms... Almost. These women better not be pregnant after this... Lord Eddard will get worse headache if he knew what his best friend is doing at the moment.

"You smell like blackberry jam!"

What the heck is going on in there?!

The Hand's Tourney have officially started.

The entire royal family, most of the court, the Stark sisters, Septa Mordane and Jeyne Poole all gathered at the tourney grounds. There are a lot of lowborns also watching the tourney. Lord Eddard decided not to show up as a sign of stubbornness. Though Megara don't doubt that he'll eventually relent and attend. Either from King Robert's persuasion or Sansa's pleading. The tourney will still go on for a few more days.

This morning she get a glimpse of Sansa stepping out from the Tower of Hand, already dolled up. She is wearing a deep green dress that bring out her auburn hair nicely. Jeyne Poole is dressed in her best dress (the best her status can get). Both girls are giggling excitedly while Septa Mordane follows them. Arya is nowhere to be seen. Jory, Alyn and Harwin will participate in the tourney.

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" Lord Eddard ask her when she show up. Everyone else have left, save for Vayon Poole and a few others who stayed behind at the Tower of Hand.

Megara shook her head, "I don't want to risk myself getting discovered." No matter how slim those chances are... She's still a Fanalis. Fanalis features are so apparent.

"You have been inside this castle for months. I'm sure you want to get some fresh ai-" Lord Eddard paused when she shot him an irritated look. Fresh air? In a stinky city like King's Landing? Riiiight. "-sunlight," Lord Eddard quickly corrected. "I know that you can go anywhere faster than anyone... But surely you would like to see a tourney?" Sansa has been very excited for finally seeing tourney for the first time.

"No, thank you Milord. I doubt that there's anyone as strong as my big brothers and sisters there," Or Reim's Metal Vessel users for that matter. "I will go if you go." Sansa would like that.

Lord Eddard contemplate the idea for a moment before nodding. "Next time"

"Next time," Megara parroted back.

After eating breakfast Lord Eddard have prepared for her, he handed her papers, ink, and brushes. Megara lay them all on the floor. Her drawing skills are not that good... Not to mention it's going to be messy... They fell to a comfortable silence. Lord Stark working on the documents while she works on her maps. Occasionally the lord would glance her way, checking on her progress.

Megara's ears perked up when she hear footsteps closing in from the outside. She hastily roll her paper, snatch the ink and pen, and wipe the ink splatter on the floor. Lord Eddard give her an alarmed look when she dump everything in his drawer. "Someone's coming," Megara whispers to him before she hide behind the heavy curtains. He about to say something back when the door swings open. Megara recognise the scent as Jory, followed by lavender perfume...

"My lord. Your Grace, the queen."

Ah

"Your Grace," Lord Eddard greeted her. Jory walks out from the room, closing the door behind him.

"You're missing your tournament," The queen started.

"Putting my name doesn't make it mind," Lord Eddard said icily. Too bad he couldn't stop it.

There was a pause before the queen speak again. "I thought we might put the Kingsroad behind us. The ugliness with the wolves." Megara rolled her eyes. The Southerners have no idea... "Forcing you to kill the beast is a little extreme." No kidding. "But sometimes we go to the extreme when our children are concerned." Okay, no argument there. "How is Sansa?"

"She likes it here," Lord Eddard answer with a slight heaviness. He do not share her enthusiasm when it comes to anything Southern.

The queen sounds amused, "She's the only Stark who does. Favours her mother, not much of the North in her."

Lord Eddard grows impatient, "What are you doing here?" He ask her bluntly.

"I might ask the same of you. What is it you hope to accomplish?" The queen step closer.

"The King called on me to serve him and the realm," Lord Stark answered smoothly. "And that's what I'll do until he tells me otherwise."

"You can't change him. You can't help him. He'll do what he wants, which is all he's ever done. You'll try your best to pick up the pieces." The queen doesn't sound amused now.

"If that's my job, then so be it."

Megara dare to take a peek between the curtains' gap. Cersei Lannister is watching Lord Eddard closely. The haughty air around her ever present. It must be a Lannister trait or something. "You're just a soldier, aren't you? You take your orders and you carry on. I suppose it makes sense. Your older brother was trained to lead and you were trained to follow."

"I was also trained to kill my enemies, Your Grace," This time, there is steel in his voice.

"As was I." The queen replied back in such a soft voice, yet Megara can definitely hear the steel. The silent threat is unmistakable. Megara wait for a few more moments before the queen leave her earshot. Quietly she move away from her hiding spot. Lord Eddard is staring at the space in front of him, looking weary.

Megara have to admit it, the queen is definitely not a coward. She have claws and she knows it. All royals must have a mean of fighting to survive the court. The customs are different yet Megara can see the similarities between Westeros' court and Reim's court. With her classical Reim look, Cersei Lannister will fit right in amongst Reim nobles. But she got it wrong if she thought she's in control. The Starks knows more that they let on. If they play their cards right, the lions will fall straight to the trap the wolves have set up. And Megara will take it upon herself to make sure that they won't get away.

The adults are not the only ones trained to kill. Megara is a proud Fanalis warrior. Fanalis are not trained, fighting is in their blood. Fighting is as natural as them as breathing. The Starks guarantees her survival in this world. Megara will not let anyone get their hands on them. Not while her eyes still red.

I'm sorry that this chapter is a bit short but I'm quite busy at the moment. I don't know if it's just my country or not but the nearer we are to the the end of 2015, the busier we get. The next chapter will be longer, I promise. And Megara will take a glimpse of the Mountain that Rides.

Dear readers, may I ask your help? Can you give me suggestions of what kind of nicknames Megara should get? Westeros people really like nicknames. Queen of Thorns for Olenna, Littlefinger for Baelish, the Spider for Varys, Kingslayer for Jaime, and so on. So far I got Red, She-Beast, Lancerfoot, and Crimson Wind. Please include your suggestions in your review.

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