"None of you have seen an army of the dead
I have" said Jon Snow to the northern lords.
Edaline pointedly ignored that - after all, what could she interject anyways.
She hasn't thought much about her confrontation with Littlefinger - didn't even mention it to her king because in the big scheme of things - what did his threat mean to her when her brother was about to wage war on her lover.
The whole situation was ridiculous and his blackmail of her was inconvenient but..
"I thought up of that favor" the small man took her arm and they walked together away from the great hall.
" I need Sansa to be the only true Stark left here at Winterfell - you need to travel with Jon and not be here" he practically hissed at her.
Edaline was about to put up a fight but a thought clicked in her lovely head and she grinned inwardly.
"If that is what you wish Petyr" she faked submission and excused herself - she could sense Petyr's nasty evil grin.
Only Stark left in Winterfell - Petyr wanted it to be Sansa.
So her job was to convince Jon to take her with him to meet the mother of dragons.
Easier said than done, but on the other hand….
She locked the door to her to her room ensuring the lock was secured.
She no longer took chances at the tree.
The trance-like state in her room took forever and barely worked proving further her theory Winterfell had more than walls to protect it, so she simply resorted to keeping the wight stashed away there, keeping the room ice cold and forbidding any servants entry.
It wasn't ideal but…. she could no longer afford having any privacy thanks to Little Finger.
"I will kill him, for this at the very least…" she thought sourly.
She knew enough and sensed the rest about the man to feel that she would be doing the world a favor.
She was surprised and a bit annoyed to see the dead man out and sitting on her bed when she arrived at her chambers, eyes aglow with brilliance of her king.
"Have you lost your mind!"
She practically screamed checking that the door was locked once more and running up to her king embracing the cold dead flesh.
"What if this was anyone but me?
We would lose any way to speak to one another!"
He grabbed her wrists and his hands felt like steel.
"You need to head back to me tonight" take two horses and ride ride north with me, I will help you cross the wall and meet you in the other side.
He sounded every bit the fierce Night King the world was and the room was getting colder from his ire, even in this body he was clearly angry enough about something that it was even affecting the surroundings of those he warged in.
Edaline has never seen him this way, well, not with her at least.
It didn't matter, he didn't tell her what to do!
"Excuse me!? I must do WHAT?"
She watched him reel in his anger and stare into her eyes. She felt her skin shiver and grow cold.
"Eda, STOP! The three eyed raven and his companions crossed into Castle Black last night, he is on this side of the wall and on his way here, you need to go"
"Bran? I am running from…. Bran and Meera and Hodor?" Eda began to laugh.
"STOP AND LISTEN" and the force of his words alone was now holding her pinned to the bed by her wrists and ankles.
"Bran is gone, he is now the three eyed raven, and he knows about you and and me, or he will the moment he sets eyes on you and the child you carry. You cannot be here when they arrive"
The king did not mention the party no longer included William "Hodor".
Edaline once mentioned how much she loved the friendly giant who watched over her as she grew up, so he pointedly moved Hodor the wight as far away from where him and Edaline ever were and ignored excluding him from his list.
He didn't want to deal with calming another storm of Edaline proportions in the near future he reasoned or (the actual reason) feel her heart grow so very sad.
Slowly everything downed on Edaline as she remembered what she already knew of the raven and what her king told her.
Then her face lit up.
"In that case! It makes this easier! Littlefinger wants me out of here to try to play his pathetic games with Sansa, I fully believe she is too smart for this now, but I will play along and leave, I will convince Jon to go meet this mother of dragons and take me with him"
The king let go of her wrists and just stared at her.
How exactly was this safer?
"Could a…. dragon tear down the wall?" She wondered out loud as if out of nowhere.
He looked at her incredulous - yes, a dragon could, he remembered he recently meant to acquire a dead one for the upcoming battles...
Edaline's eyes lit up.
"The queen of dragons herself, the Daenerys Targaryen girl that is said to have REAL DRAGONS summons my brother...
The king just looked at her again confused
"Well, he thinks it's an invitation, because he is a sweet honorable fool, me and Sansa see it for what it is - she is summoning him to bend the knee to her"
She continued talking not looking at the king, who in turn was watching Eda's mind at work in slack amazement.
"But unlike Sansa" she continued "I think Jon should go… and take me with him"
She wanted to go further south? Instead of take her delicious soft and FRAGILE body that was currently growing their child.
"If she really has dragons, she could help him kill Cersei at the very least"
"And at the most, it would bring her dragons North where your powers are most strong" she concluded, and you can use the dragons!"
He wanted to tell her she was thinking like a child and that if everything was that simple he would have surely already done it.
Except he couldn't have could he?
He had no way to influence things in the world of the living but Edaline did.
She had the means, the opportunity and the knowledge.
She smiled savagely.
"Great! Cersei and hers will be killed! North will be under your rule and me and you will be together in the flesh for ever!"
"The rest is just… details!"
"NO! DO NOT DEFY ME"
The king roared through the mouth of the dead man so loud that she feared someone might come running.
Edaline just looked at him, eyebrows raised up.
"Or you WHAT?"
Her face was getting that stubborn look he had the misfortune of meeting before.
He wanted to rub his(dead man's)head and shake her at the same time so he just raised his arms mid air unsure which it was. This was Hardhome all over again!
Was this because she was still so very mortal and reckless?
No, he was pretty sure this was an entirely Ediline trait immune to any magic transformations.
"Edaline, it's too unsafe"
"Why?" I trust Jon to keep me safe, plus you get no say in this"
And she kissed the dead lips with her hot little mouth until he forgot to be cross with her and was more interested in getting her out of her velvet bodice and skirt.
He was kissing her soft belly when anger rolled over him again like icy water.
How dare she speak to him this way the little wench!
He flipped her naked form over and entered her roughly with the dead man's cock.
He was still fully dressed except the laces on his breeches untied but she was gloriously naked and pinned on her belly in front of him now.
She was soaking wet, good, that's what he needed.
After a few thrusts he pulled out - amused by her confused whimpers of protest, and without slowing his pace and using the lubrication from her pussy - entered her the other way.
She was so deliciously tight for a moment and made a surprised noise but she did love when he took her this way so it took all but a few thrusts for her to be fully relaxed and pushing towards him spreading her lovely ass with her little hands and begging him to fuck her harder, deeper.
The fact that no rough was too rough for his little queen both excited and frustrated the Night King to no end because sometimes he felt no matter who was in control - it was always her in charge at the end - loving every depraved thing he could think to ever do to her.
He changed their position so she was sitting on top now - impaling herself on his huge cock as he watched her work her ass up and down his shaft.
He pushed all four fingers of his left hand into her dripping cunt, working his thumb in after.
Making sure it was nice and deep, and watched her now work her ass on his cock and her pussy on his entire hand.
Gloriously stretched, in delicious throes of pleasure and pain, rubbing her lovely engorged clit furiously as she rode him - he supported her back with his right arm as he bit her nipple - he was so close.
She clamped down on his shoulder to muffle her screams, she came forever - gushing all over his hand and making every effort not to scream. He followed her within seconds.
"My king of night and ice, how I love you, how I love… us"
She murmured into the dead ear of the body he was using as she ran her small hands over their bodies still joined.
And he stroked her beautiful head of curls and her naked back.
And he knew she would do as she decided and he will just do his best to keep her safe - because she would always do as she pleased without fear or he would not love her so.
She was the Night Queen that was his to conquer in many ways.
But ultimately, she led him because the dragon glass spike in his heart, better known as as obsidian - has been replaced by the piercing obsidian of her her eyes.
He wasn't sure she knew how much control she now had over him.
Her sheer innocence with any other man and the genuine love she actually felt for him - he has yet seen her try to wield her power over him in any way.
It made him just love her more. Damn her. Just let her be safe and back at his side soon.
Convincing Jon she should go with him - that, that was a much harder challenge