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Mr. M., and Mrs. J.K., I often wonder why there are so much fanfic's about your books, my guess is that we don't agree on how you treat your heroes, and try to write better endings for them. For free of course, at least I am.
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I sighed and announced: §If you name them, use female names, they are all girls. I suggest, Greeny, Bluewey, Whitey, Reddy, Creamy, Darky, and Grassy.§
Seven heads snapped to me if looks could kill… no, not kill, but it would bloody hurt a lot. They just don't have the knack of finding the ideal name. Meh, if they can do better they are welcome to it. Everyone is a critic these days.
18 Names have meaning?
It is a fact that when seven girls are shouting at you, you don't understand one word of what they say, you do get what they are meant to say though. Personally, I admit that Grassy was a long shot, and Darky has a negative meaning, so I expected it to be turned down. But the rest are perfectly good names… OK, Creamy is not exactly right… Alright! Bluewey isn't either, but calling her just Blue is boring… fuck those names! They can name their dragons Snow White, Cinderella, or Cruella Deville for all I care.
Tyrion patted my back: "Still trying that, Snowy? You know that the chances for that are as good as a snowball to survive a summer day in Dorne."
I complained: "Come on Tyrion! How am I to remember all those names? You can bet that they are giving them long complicated names. Then add the Handmaidens and maids that are going to move in, they have to wear name tags for months."
Tyrion smiled: "Hey, I forgot about that. When are you going to collect them? We already prepared their quarters, the size of the trunk is impressive now, a square mile in a traveling trunk is big enough for a whole village. Your idea to connect the magic below Winterfell to the expansion spell worked out perfectly. The kids can even fly inside."
I shrugged: "We will go to their homes and ask for some I guess? Why don't we ask the girls? That is when they are done cussing at me."
Daenerys, who stood next to me, commented: "Waay too late Snowy. Ravens were sent last week for that. You only have to collect them. I haven't decided on my handmaiden yet, and am not in a hurry to choose one, I kind of like my privacy."
I thought for a bit and said: "In that story, you made a friend with a slave girl when you bought two thousand Unsullied in Astrapor. She was the translator of that slave trader. We could go and fetch her if you like… no, in the books she was a child, in the TV Show she is a girl of your age, so the odds are fifty-fifty."
Daenerys slowly nodded: "Save it for when we travel there. I am not in a hurry. You can start with the Starks, I know Sansa has a good friend here. And Lyra said that her little sister Jorelle would be perfect to be a handmaiden for Arya, they are the same age and have the same character. For Lyra, she has a friend from the village, but thinks she won't be happy with us, she was seeing a boy from a nearby village."
She continued to go over the candidates: "Jeyne told of a childhood friend, a daughter of a small noble, it would be a step up for the girl if she can stand the pressure to be a handmaiden next to several Highborn Ladies."
I groaned: "That will be peachy, cooped up in a trunk with a bunch of noble females."
Daenerys slapped the back of my head: "You went out and got them yourself, Snowy! Remember, they didn't ask to be a Dragon Rider, you did. Deal with it."
Not true! Arya asked it herself!… Yeah, I offered it to the others, I hate it when she is right like that. The hatchlings were done eating, grinning, I pointed to the goat parts on their head and neck and conjured seven buckets of hot water with some brushes. Well, they can bond over it. Until I looked at Blacky, who was neck-deep in his horse carcass. Meh, this one can use Magic.
I studied the newborn dragons, Lyra's red one has streaks of gold in it, a Gryffindor so to speak, Sansa's Dragon is green with silver… that makes her a Slytherin? Margaery has a Ravenclaw blue and bronze, and Jeyne's Black one had some Gold coloring, a Hufflepuff. Should I mention that? Nah I'll get scolded again.
In fact, every dragon has two basic colors, sometimes with specs of a third, Blacky is a black and dark red one, Gerion is a true Griffindor too, Rhaella is a dark green/ purple with brown tones on her belly.
Xxxxx
In the afternoon when the chicks woke up from their nap, I guided Lyra to warg into her Redwing: §I already let you feel what legilimence feels like. It makes a connection between your eyes and the other one, you can see all the memories and thoughts of the other person or animal.§
I looked at Lyra and warned her: §Be very gentle when you connect with your Redwing. Not only do you have to transfer a part of your mind to her, but you also have to transfer your feelings for her. The love and care for your dragon must be the dominating connection. Remember, these are babies, for some of them, their minds were in stasis for centuries, but it still affects them. Make the connection and break it off in less than a minute. You can only do this once a day.§
The others were listening carefully, Lyra had to go first, as a true-born Warg, she has the best chance to succeed without traumatizing the baby. I took a risk to start that early with Warging, but the benefits are great when the dragon accepts the connection without a thought. It will become second nature to them.
Lyra connected with Redwing's eyes and tried to warg for the first time, her Familiar bond helped to find the mind of her little one, suddenly she was looking at herself with curiosity. Lyra realized she was in Redwing's mind, after a few seconds she remembered my words and started to project her feelings to the baby.
The baby basked in those feelings and reached out to them. That triggered a two-way connection, baby Redwing warged into Lyra. Lyra felt Redwing entering her mind and felt the confusion, she took control and engulfed the mind of Redwing with loving and warm thoughts, and gently guided Redwing back, after that, she broke the connection.
Lyra turned to me: §Redwing warged into my mind! It felt so intimate Snowy, it was as if we became one. Mother never told me it felt like that. She said that the mind of the animal is riding along when she takes control, never that the animal can warg into the person!§
I thought it over and answered: §I guess it is the Familiar bond. Keep in mind that our dragons are intelligent creatures, you can talk to our dragons, and they can understand you. Maybe this is the next step of Warging? A total merging of the minds? If it is, that can have some dangers too, like being unable to disconnect.§
I looked at the girls and Tyrion: §I feel that Daenerys, Jeyne, Sansa, Arya, and I are ready to try it now, Daenerys and I because of our older connection, and the others because they are natural Wargs. Tyrion is close, once he finds his Magic he can try it too. The others have to reinforce the Familiar bond, which is the starting point of Warging.§
I covered them all with my Magic and said: §Most of all, your Dragon is a part of yourself, like a second mind, or body. Never treat her like a weapon or a flying horse that you use when needed and store away in a stable. That was the biggest mistake of the Targaryens and their downfall. Their bond was a slave bond, ours is based on equality and family.§
I turned to Blacky and said: §You are my Dragon, and I am your Rider, soon Blacky, you will understand it better. Every day you are getting smarter and learn a bit more, for now, we will have a lot of fun together.§
Blacky nudged my body: §I like fun Daddy, and flying with you, and brushing by nice smelling girls.§
Hmm? He likes the same things as me! That is my boy!
Gently, guided by Lyra and me, the Stark sisters and Jeyne Umber connected with their dragon. Can you believe those two kids named theirs Winter Queen and Spring Queen? That will be embarrassing when they grow a bit older. Jeyne's Darky turned into Umbra… I can live with that.
Arya's Dragon was a true North one, white with light blue, I bet you can't find her at all in the snow. Tyene's Creamy is named after her Aunt Elia, that will rub some Nobles the wrong way I bet. I am sure Dad won't like it for one bit. Elia was cream-colored with light green patterns. Arianne honored her country and named her Dragon Dorna. She is pale green and light brown.
Margaery… that little bint wanted to sass me! Can you believe she named her Dragon Summer Queen? She bloody well did! I saw Arya and Sansa smirking at me when I heard it for the first time. I'll spank them later. Her dragon should be called Fall Queen if you go by the coloring, I got three glares when I mentioned that, including a slap to my head from Daenerys.
Anyway, the Warging succeeded, and we are one step closer to World Domina… Peace.
Xxxxx
You know, sometimes you agree with something, and that thing is taking you for a ride you are not ready for. My plan was to lay low and raise the Dragons quietly for a year. Then they will be strong enough to do whatever they like.
It started with the Handmaidens, one each as agreed upon, those Handmaidens are expected to ride next to her Lady, so… ten more horses, bringing the tally to twenty horses and ten dragons. To feed twenty people, I agreed on two cooks… they asked for kitchen helpers to cut the vegetables and bake bread and stuff. Five more kitchen helpers.
Why so many you ask? Because the maids need to eat too, all thirty of them, I know we agreed on less, but can you believe puppy eyes can be killer weapons? I did not win the argument. Witch brings me to supplies, feeding so many we need someone to buy them, and someone to haul them in. So a Steward and three assistants, who need horses and carts.
Can you believe they called my trunk boring? There is nothing to do in here? A small tavern was raised. The tally so far: Ten Dragon Riders, ten Handmaidens, thirty maids, five stable hands, and a steward with three assistants. That means 49 women to 9 men, of those men three are boys of ten and two. That is too much, even for me.
The bitches demanded more males, how do you think? Yep, after shagging for hours, it is hard to say no when Daenerys is cowgirl style riding your dick, and the others have their hand and lips all over my body.
A guardhouse with twenty guards is the result, meaning 20 more horses and three more stable boys. 78 people and 50 horses! Those bastards need gear and tack, a training field, and proper housing. Of course, we needed ten more maids, a cook, and two kitchen hands to feed and clean them.
The steward needed one more helper and an office. The Master-at-Arms, somehow we needed one of those, needed his own quarters, you know, the boss needed a bigger crib than the grunts.
After that, the steward asked me why we don't grow our own food in here, the soil is fertile and the climate is steady at an ideal temperature… ten farms, families included, housing, animals, plows, tools, and gear… it so happened that a tavern is not enough, to create a feeling of unity, a central space is devoted to socializing, a community center is a must-have. So why not plant a Weirwood tree and a chapel to the seven? That will bind them together for sure!
I lost count of the people that moved into my trunk. If those bitches ask for another trunk to have some privacy, I'll spank their asses.
With all that done, four weeks passed. I am exhausted, well… mostly from the shagging, as Daenerys once said: we could use seven more sisters, and they are riding me hard. I dread the day the Stark girls are of age.
Xxxxx
The hatchlings were growing fast and healthy, soon they will be able to speak, for now, they are spoiled rotten by the girls. Blacky, Gerion, and Rhaella were always around playing with the little ones. There wasn't a lot of privacy anymore, I am dragging a complete village along in my trunk!
In those four weeks a lot happened, Joffy caught a bad case of diarrhea, the rumors said he caught it from eating parts of an animal he was torturing. A rumor I started of course. The poor sod died on the shitter.
The Queen-Mum was heartbroken and mourned the death of her firstborn. The grief caused her to have a miscarriage, despite the care of midwives and Maesters… she did not make it. Dad was dealing with grief in his own way, he even stopped fucking the maids for two days.
Poor Jaime, the death of his twin caused erection problems, but then again, as a King's Guard, he doesn't need his pecker that way. I am told Tywin threw a hissyfit when he heard the news.
When the information reached us, Tyrion sleeps in King's Landing with Mum, so it was the next day, the girls looked questioningly at me, to see my reaction. My sad face was not convincing enough.
Tyrion chuckled: "Robert will have a hard time finding a bride for Tommen, you stole all the available princesses."
I shrugged: "There are enough of them in Essos, if not, there are a lot of Westeros highborn girls available… Nope, we have those too as handmaidens, nah, he will find someone. He is still young."
Xxxxx
At the moment we are at our new secret hideout on the South shore of Dorne, everyone enjoyed the climate, and the swimming with our dragons. Guarded by the three big ones, the little kids had a blast in the water. We have several of these secret hideouts in Westeros and Essos, we move a lot, never stay more than one week at the same place.
Our privacy was shot to hell, the guards insisted to guard us on our outings, the Handmaids too, in the end, every trip to a city or village looked like we are invading it.
After one week, I didn't pay attention to the handmaidens and maids anymore, and our nightly activities gave those maidens more than an eyeful. It started with the Dorne ones, who used to have loose morals, they started peeking at the door, the one from the Reach followed, the ones from the North are too young, Lyra and Jeyne didn't have one yet.
The one that Mum gave to Daenerys, wasn't a Maiden anymore, she was the one that asked if she could join us in our bed. Bessa was Daenerys' age, a pretty local from Fleabottom, trained by me and Daenerys as a working girl a few years ago.
When Daenerys explained who and what Bessa was, and who trained her, everyone got curious, even Tyene and Arianne. Bessa was happy to show the techniques she learned to use in her trade, our night activities went up a nudge after that.
I think it is time to move to Essos.
Xxxxx
Halfway across Moat Cailin, a red-haired female with a bright red dress screamed out loud: "Azor Ahai! You bastard! Stop moving around for fucks sake!"