Chapter 14
The question of what to do with Edaline was thick in the air of the castle.
And he couldn't understand Eda's strange behavior since she got there.
Her reluctance to talk about Bran and their parting nor her lack of surprise that he left her alone.
Then one the day she simply disappeared, he thought the note she left was about as truthful as the vows he once made.
"You know nothing Jon Snow"
something in Edaline's face the last few days reminded him of Yggrete, not by looks - they were as opposite as could be, but they determination in her face, the quiet seething something.
Oh gods, was his baby sister in love? Maybe he finally did know something...
He dismissed that idea almost instantly - with whom, his brothers of the watch or the wildling men she clearly feared?
His sister avoided company of both actually but where could she have gone then?
He wanted to go searching for her, but he was so torn, because he was bound to his vows and his place was here at Castle Black - moreso now than ever.
Then everything sort of fell into place and he no longer had to make any decisions when a wildring who barely escaped from an attack from the wights in a cave they were hiding in came to the castle gate.
He said he came to join the watch because he never seen the dead rise so fast and kill with so much purpose, so much determined rage and so close to here, in daylight,
He also dismissively told the Lord Commander they had captured a lovely young girl earlier that night, with black curls and soft clothes and skin, and they caught her tailing the ranger party a few days ago.
And that she was being enjoyed by their chieftain first (as was his right).
Ad he was the first wight to come out covered in blood to kill the others so she must have been just pretty shredded flesh by then.
The Lord Commander listened to the man in all the disgusting detail about the pretty little snow bunny that he never a turn with.
Then the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jon Snow - had the man locked up in a cell.
Not because the things the man described he wanted to do to his sister, but because of the human bones and teeth that adorned the man's clothes and what he knew about his tribe from his experiences beyond the wall.
But he was practicing enormous self control not to hang the bastard.
He also knew that no matter how clever and inventive and brave Edaline could be, there was little likelihood she was not just flesh for the Night King.
But why did she venture beyond the wall, alone? He couldn't wrap his mind of losing another sibling - but in this case to such sheer stupidity.
He collected himself and began preparations on his next venture beyond the wall, him and the giant fire kred haired wildering he now considered a friend, were going to bring the living back here.
He would save as many of them as he could, even if he already lost his sister.
That is two women he loved, though in very different ways, that this ice and this wall had taken from him.
And that fueled his desire to save the living more than anything else could.
He wasn't wrong that Edaline was flesh for the Night King now, delicious soft human flesh he very much enjoyed.
Sometimes if he was out too far or caught up in things, she would send delicious mental reminders that he
hasn't enjoyed it in a while and would trace her dagger across her delicate snowy skin.
Or pause to lick the drops of blood from her fingers suggestively if she was skinning an animal for dinner.
The sight of her skin covered in blood or her handling a sharp knife never failed to bring out the hunter in him.
It also reminded him of their first intimate encounter when he watched her through the eyes of the dead.
A performance she happily repeated for him multiple times now when he was too far, and with great pleasure.
But he never stayed away longer than a day.
As much as he loathed to admit it, time without her at his side was a lot less pleasant and became somewhat of a chore.
He also noticed that when she was around his powers seemed to be considerably stronger and so were hers
His enormous power didn't require much to keep himself shielded from the little three eyed chick.
But with Eda around he didn't even have to use his own powers.
She was putting up all the seer shields against her brother herself without knowing how to really do it.
She simply dumped a lot of raw power into him that seemed to merge with his flawlessly
Her power seemed different than greenseers he encountered before because it fed in with his own so well.
He reasoned it was from the magic he infused her to keep her from feeling the cold.
He was actually rather surprised at how well that worked.
He tried a lighter version what he normally did with the babies to turn them to keep his precious Eda from freezing
But he was surprised her hair stayed black as darkest night, and her eyes didn't get that blue shine that he almost expected to see any day.
And her body was still as deliciously warm and supple and her heart beat just as strong.
And oh gods old and new, how he loved that yielding warm flesh.
His little Edaline that paid no attention to the hordes of the dead that could see them fuck out in the snow, and at one point asked if he wanted to use warging to look closer and from other angles at their creative activities by using the eyes of the dead because she loved how his hungry eyes watched her most of all.
(Where did she even come up with those things he wondered?)
But he did, more than once since - and she was just as delicious from every angle.
And having extra hands to hold her down and extra hands to penetrate her in places was it's own fun.
After all they were all him when under his direct control and thus no different when being fucked with the hilt of his sword.
Which was also her idea- he remembered and smiled darkly.
Some blissful while later as man and woman, and she still enticed him as much as at first, more even - because now she knew all of the buttons to push, the dirty little games to play and the way to make him see god he no longer believed in.
And she was actually quite enjoyable to be around, when she wasn't sad about her family.
He wished for a thousandth time that she wasn't a Stark, wasn't in any way related to the accursed raven child, it would make loving her so much easier.
And he knew he loved her, no longer had any doubt he loved her, and that was marvelous and delicious and one giant fuck you to the Children that did this to him, and who in all the worlds could forbid him to love anyways?
Who would dare?
He figured he could keep her alive much like his walkers if he needed to.
His perfect Edaline would be a queen at his side forever- once he owned the world.
She would rule at his side.
He resigned long ago his kind wasn't meant to have real children - and she never asked about things like that anyways so it never came up.
He also remembered women had ways of keeping that away if they chose to somehow, so he just didn't worry about it.
And he all but forgot the stupid prophecy once told to him by a dying child of the forest.
Edaline was actually happy and at peace.
Her stern icy otherworldly ice god was everything she ever needed in a lover and everything she knew no high born lord would be.
She rarely gave thought to the fact that as a whole, he meant death and winter to the living.
She never felt part of that world anyways.
She thought it corrupt and sad. Between the fate of her father and mother, Theon's betrayal and the petty cruelty she had seen in her time away from the protective walls of her keep.
She thought the world should freeze and die,
Fuck the world.
She snuggled up close to her ice king, who did not need to sleep but laid next to her every morning until she fell into slumber - she slept most days now and was awake nights to be out riding with him, nocturnal by nature and thus more powerful in darkness.
Something he secretly found very endearing of his sweet little human.
She wrapped her sweet little body around his icy flesh and nibbled on his ear.
"Stay with me today" she whispered - kissing his neck and chest and sliding his hand between her legs, where warm wetness promised hours of entertainment and bliss.
He sighed, he actually had to be present in the icy flesh, he murmured something about wildrings trying to cross the wall with the lord commander and that he couldn't very well lose the opportunity to replenish his army.
But Edaline's eyes lit up!
Jon would be there?
Then narrowed in a way he did not much care for.
He hoped she wouldn't know about this.
"Can I see Jon? I just want to see that he is fine and not hurt!"
He inwardly reeled in his rising anger.
"He may very well not be FINE if he is a fool enough to come this far north himself"
Edaline's face changed, the feral beast of was peaking out of her narrowed eyes and her arms were crossed over her chest.
"You promised me!" she said- her tone quiet and deadly.
"One brother one time"
He groaned on the inside, he was getting angry with her which was rare, and angrier at himself because he did make that foolish promise.
"Yes, he grunted through his teeth, his eyes having a dangerous gleam in them she wasn't used to seeing directed at her.
"I will spare… Jon Snow...this time…" he all but hissed our
.
He was truly angry now.
Any sane person would be smart to run at that moment because the wind was howling and snow was picking up and rocks were getting dislodged from mountains of ice.
She looked directly at her king in all his anger and might, anger at her, but instead of being a sane little fearful human - she got up off the bed in all her naked wild haired glory and smiled at him wickedly.
"Is my king angry I am holding him to his word?" She purred as she straddled his lap and ran her nails inside his armor.
He roughly pushed her off him.
He wasn't in the mood.
Now she was getting mad, he felt her anger boiling inside her .
"You are actually mad I am making you keep your promise!"
She yelled
.
"And here I thought your word meant something more than empty air!"
THIS STUPID HUMAN WAS JUST ASKING TO DIE SCREAMING!
But when he looked at her fearless face and her pursed lips and her white skin covered in red splotches of her anger - his own melted away into nothing.
This tiny naked girl yelling at him without a trace of fear forcing him to keep his word like she could hurt HIM.
And in sudden horror he realized she could.
Because seeing her unhappy did hurt him, which is why he made that damn promise to her in the first place.
He laughed at the irony of it and lifted her in his arms and kissed her lips and cheeks and breasts and belly, and her soft thighs and all the wet spaces between until she forgave his loss of temper and called out for him in other ways.
"Yes my queen, my beautiful little feral beast, I will keep my promises to you - always."
"No tricks?" she told him the stories of the Orhers, the trickery of their ways her Nan told her about.
How he laughed at those, for those stories were true - of the Children and their ilk. Winter did not play tricks.
"No tricks."
"And I want to come with you. I want to see my brother one last time, please my love?"
And there was that sad look again.
"Yes my little queen, anything to keep you happy" he sighed for he knew it was to be true.
They arrived a mile away from the village of Hardhome the next night