Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Next chapter of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.

Eddard

Eddard let out a slow careful breath, trying to take everything in. Peace was finally, mostly, restored, but now they faced something new. He was seated in the Small Council chambers, along with other members of the council. It seemed the explosion was not of normal origins, and had a rather remarkable, some would say impossible, effect.

'I would not believe it possible myself, if not confronted with the truth of it.' He noted.

He looked up at the Master of Whispers, Varys. "You're certain of this?"

Varys nodded. "Yes my Lord, it seems new…lands have appeared, placed we knew nothing of before."

"I've heard rumours of new people as well, people who look…very different, seem to be different than us." Eddard queried. "I would assume they come from these lands."

"That seems to be the case." Petyr Baelish, the Master of Coin replied.

Eddard sighed and shook his head; this was getting so confusing. The people that had appeared were so strange too, some were skinny with large eyes and pointed ears, others short and stocky, barely taller than the Queen's brother Tyrion Lannister, many of their males had thick styled beards, others didn't.

A few were in King's Landing, others appeared to be scattered around the land, along with more people like the native Westerosi, but clearly of different cultures. There was another issue too, another group of people, stranger than all the rest, all giants in height with grey skin and several of them had horns, all were serious and dangerous, many armed.

Finally he got to the point.

"What do these people wish from us, are they all together or…?"

Varys answered. "They seem to be completely separate groups, hardly interacting with each other at all. So far, we've not heard of them wanting anything; that may change in time."

Eddard shook his head; things were not at all what they had thought. The explosion threw everyone and everything for a loop; these strange new people were clearly just as confused as they were.

He narrowed his eyes. 'It can always get worse too; these people will be suspicious, if things aren't done right, carefully, we'll end up fighting with them before we figure out the truth.'

He sighed, wondering what had happened to Robert, he had been away on a hunt when the explosion had struck. Before anything else could he said however, there was a knock at the door and Eddard noted that it was Harwin, one of his own men entered the room.

"My Lords." He greeted them; bowing.

Eddard was surprised by this; he hadn't expected one of his own men to interrupt them. "Harwin, what brings you here?"

Harwin spoke quickly. "I must speak with you my Lord, it is an urgent matter.

Eddard sighed at this but then stood up. "Please excuse me my Lords."

He then left and followed Harwin out of the room.

Once they were alone, in a separate council room, Eddard turned to Harwin.

"What is going on Harwin, why have you interrupted us?" He asked.

Harwin looked worried and then revealed what he had to say. "I…I am sorry my Lord; I've had the men looking everywhere, but…We can't find her."

Eddard froze, suddenly fearful.

Harwin continued. "I am afraid Lady Arya is gone, she's missing."

"Missing?" He gasped; still in shock.

Harwin nodded and Eddard collapsed into a nearby chair. One of the first things he had discovered, following the explosion, was that while Sansa was unhurt, Arya had disappeared. She wasn't in the room she had been training in; he had immediately sent guards out looking for her. But now it seemed they were unable to find her.

He slowly breathed out. "Gods, are you sure…?"

"There is no sign of her anywhere." Harwin confirmed. "We even went and searched the city, nothing."

Eddard fear only increased at that. "Gods."

He couldn't believe it; his youngest daughter had vanished. He was certain of one thing; her disappearance was connected to that explosion, to these strange new lands and people. But he couldn't do anything about it, not like this, especially not here. Sadly that wasn't the end of it.

"There's more, we just got word, everybody else will be hearing it soon too…" Harwin informed him. "It's about the King; he…he's dead."

Eddard started to his feet. "The king is dead?"

Harwin nodded. "Yes. We, we can only hope for the best, for Lady Arya."

Eddard nodded too.

Eddard sighed as he sat up in his office. Word had spread and now the city was in mourning for their King. He too was grieving for his lost friend, but he was also forced to face some unfortunate truths. He knew that Joffrey, although being considered King, had no right to the throne. The eldest legitimate heir was Robert's brother Stannis Baratheon.

'Despite how much it hurts, it must be done; I know what I have to do.' He thought to himself. 'There's only one thing to do, we have to be smart about this.'

Preparing himself he quickly began writing, preparing a message for Stannis, to reveal what he had uncovered and to prepare for what was to come. As he worked on this, he considered what new knowledge had come about these new people. Apparently the ones with pointed ears were a race known as Elves; the shorter people were Dwarves, not just in height, but the name of their race too.

They still knew little of the horned giants however. The land they were from was called Thedas and that parts of Thedas had appeared, located south west of Westeros at the moment; lands with names like Ferelden, Orlais, Tevinter and the Free Marches. Finally he finished his message to Stannis and quickly went to send it via raven.

Shortly after this he was summoned to the throne room and he knew now was the time for him to make his first move; that move being to put himself in the best possible position to be able to aid Stannis. That certainly would not be possible here, not surrounded by the typical people of court.

He entered and bowed to Joffrey, seated on his father's throne.

"Lord Hand." Joffrey greeted him with a typical sneer.

Eddard replied respectively. "Your Grace."

Joffrey smirked and spoke quickly. "You know why you are here."

"Yes Your Grace…" Eddard replied before revealing. "However, I cannot endorse your rise to the throne. For that can only be done by the Hand of the King, of which I request to resign."

Joffrey was angered at first, but then surprised. "You would give up your post?"

"Yes Your Grace, I have been away from home for too long. There are also other matters that require my attention, particularly given…recent events." He replied calmly.

Joffrey seemed put out by this; others seemed shocked or confused.

Joffrey shook his head and sighed. "By that, you mean these new lands and creatures. Hmph, fine."

Eddard smiled but then, Joffrey said something which shocked him.

"However, Sansa must stay." Eddard froze but before he could protest, Joffrey explained. "She is to be my bride, if you want me to agree to your resignation, she stays here."

Eddard sighed; he had no other choice, he could see that. He hated it, but he couldn't think of anything to counter it.

Finally he answered. "As you wish."

He just felt as if he had just already been defeated.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.