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After several moons passed, King Maron of the Stormlands, King Merle of the Reach, King Artys of the Mountain and Vale, King Morgan of the Salty Dornish, and King Desmond of the Sandy Dornish, and the Desert, all arrived at Lannisport, before the Lannisters of the Port led them to the Rock.
The Seat of the King of the Rock was a massive structure, built with the aid of Children of the Forest originally, only to be further enhanced under the watchful reign of King Podrick Lannister.
Dwarves, Goblins, Aelflyn, and even the Eldari were involved in the upgrade and renovation to Casterly Rock, granting it a prestige and beauty that even Highgarden would struggle to match in its entirely.
The grandest feature, and one that was shown to the visiting Kings eagerly was the Hall of Gold, a room made similar to the Amber Room of House Stark, with the entire hall lined with gold, as the ceiling, trim, walls, and floor were all made from the mined gold of the Lannister caves.
It could have made for the Throne Room of Casterly Rock, but even the Lannister Kings knew that wasn't the best course of action to take in front of visitors or delegates at the very least.
Therefore, the beauty and extravagance of the Throne Room held the greatest feature held by the Lannister's, a golden throne made by the best magical craftsmen Podrick knew of during his time as a Green Ranger.
Currently though, it seated Tytos 'the Faithful Lion' Lannister, the eldest son of Podrick Lannister, the Clever Lion.
Not wanting any other to lead the conversation in the beginning, Tytos spoke first as the visiting Kings made themselves comfortable in thrones provided by House Lannister but were far from mediocre to be considered an insult.
"Obviously… You have taken the time to venture from your Kingdoms to my lands… yet it is only for one reason.
Those Northern Heathen bastards are too powerful as it is now, and they only grow stronger with each year.
We must stop them now, while our 'Faith' can lead the worthy and righteous in the war, as the grace of the Seven shall shine valiantly on the Faith Militant.
If we do not act now, they shall grow stronger and become too powerful for us or even our dependents to handle."
Many of the Kings nodded before King Merle replied "I noticed the banner of the Justman River Kings has found shelter in your Keep.
Have they been called to serve in this propose instead of the Mudd Kings or the Brackens?"
Scoffing laughter came from King Maron 'the Kinslayer' Durrandon, "The Mudd Kings are tied to the Blackwoods, while the Brackens still believe strongly in the Old Gods, they wouldn't give up on their faith for nothing less than the entirety of the Riverlands under their control.
The Justman though… could be risen during the crusade to the North, ensuring the Riverlands would be seen by the side of their raised King.
However, I am curious as to how you have determined the Faith will involve themselves?"
Tytos smirked, taking a small sip of wine from the transparent glass cup with a thin stalk, "They will have unrestricted access to the vast lands of the Northern Realms, forever assimilating the last Kingdom of Westeros to the Faith of the Seven.
Yet the chance to understand a proper method to remove those ghastly trees will be the prize they seek above all else, if I'm not mistaken."
The Lion King turned slightly, grinning for the slight he'd made against the Gardener King, knowing full well the meek man had failed to truly yield a former vassal, who left their lands with one of the strongest navies to serve the Kingdom.
Merle said nothing in reply but glared fiercely at the Lion King, yet it mattered little to the likes of the Dornish Kings, both of whom were already cringing internally at the warpath these fools were about to take.
As the discussion turned to the division of land, they listened closely to the Lion King proclaiming the Iron Islands, the Flint Cliffs, the Rills, and part of the Northern Mountains for himself, while declaring the remaining lands of the Western Coast would be handed to House Martell.
"Why should I accept such merger rewards for sending my loyal men and smallfolk?
From one side of the continent to the other, their only reward is merger land deemed not worthy of House Lannister?
Seems the current Lion of the Rock has become too comfortable in his Kingdom with the Faith at his side." Morgan wasn't one to easily accept the division suggested by King Tytos, especially if his people would be required to travel so far North without decent gains.
The Lion King of the Rock wasn't willing to let anyone slight him, more so in his own house, but before Tytos could take any sort of action, King Desmond interrupted the flow of conversation with his own idea for dividing the lands of the Northern Realms.
"Let them take it, King Morgan…
In fact, the mainland is yours to split up amongst your Kingdoms, however Skagos, its Isles, and the eastern side of the two Gifts, will be taken by our Houses.
You will have the men required for the attack on Rivia, however you will need to lead a large enough force to attract the forces of the North for us to even consider attacking Skagos or even dare act against the Isles.
Do not forget, our Dornish Houses are the only ones with standing armies that have been tempered by constant battle and war over the last two decades.
The only ones close enough to be battle ready are the forces of the Stormlands, with the Kingdom of the Reach far from ready to battle the Northern Realms."
King Desmond's brutal honesty about their situation immediately muted all opposition that wished to rise up, yet Merle was the one to declare Winterfell, Alexandria, and Svarthaug, as the property of House Gardener, including the Barrowlands, while the Neck, Three Sisters, and the Wolf's Canal would be handed to House Arryn.
The Bears Gift, Bear Island, and everything Beyond-the-Wall ended up in the hands of House Durrandon, who wouldn't be faulted if he declared a blood fuel immediately against King Merle, yet the Storm King relaxed in his throne, stressing the wood of the craft by his large muscular yet chubby bodyframe.
King Artys appeared rather smug and somewhat gloated about all the trade that would run through the lands soon-to-be in his control, yet neither King from Dorne were bothered by their actions.
They were instead watchful of the Lion King who'd begun to act suspiciously around them, causing the two Kings to believe for a moment they could be attacked during the night.
Thankfully nothing occurred, even during their journey to Lannisport, which led the two Kings to fall into conversation over the strong desire each of the Kings had to seize control over Avalon and Hogwarts, as they held the greatest resources.
It was obvious they were trying to send the Dornish to die through their assault on Skagos, all in the hopes to weaken the native forces before another attack was led by the surviving forces from the 'successful' attack on the Three Sisters, Rivia, Oldcastle, and Wolf's Den.
The other Kings had begun to forge alliances through marriages or outright trade of wealth and trading deals to secure each other's commitment to the Great Alliance, while the Dornish Kings were long on their way home, already preparing for a crusade of their own in their homeland.
They were completely for assisting in the Great Alliance to end the Northern 'Heathens'; however, they knew better than anyone else that fighting the Northern Realms was no better than accepting the complete annihilation of their lineages.
Worse yet, King Desmond had a strong alliance with the Northern Realms because of the trade running through his ports and lands, going all over the lands of Dorne.
The trading deal was established quite some time ago, and it only brought immense wealth to his House and people that he saw no point in ruining his relationship with the Northern Realms for nothing but empty bloodshed.
As such, King Desmond was able to convince King Morgan during their time sailing home that it was wiser to continue with their own crusade in their lands, while trying to forge other ties outside of the 'Great' Alliance.
Their talks continued all the way to Dorne, having arrived the same night all Kings of the Great Alliance began to hasten the development of weapons and armour, all for the war to come.
The long awaited Andal Invasion of the North would forever leave its mark on the history of Westeros and its fate for the far future.
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"How are you doing this fine morning, your grace?" laughed a cheerful Northern Magnar with some sass as King Thenar stumbled to the Great Hall of Camelot, still hungover from the festivities from the night before the opening ceremony of the Northern Games.
"Fuck off, Bjorn Umber." Croaked Thenar half-heartedly as the servants of House Potter, a combination of humans, half-human Veela, Nymph, Drayds, Aelflyn, and even the odd few Eldari moved around the vast yet cozy hall, asking the guests as they appeared in the morning, what they wished to dine upon to break their fast.
While Umber chortled and continued to dine on a hearty meal for the morning with a mug of mead, Thenar crashed into his seat at the head table as he ordered a Indo-Gaesle inspired meal known as a Northern Paratha.
A vegetarian dish originally, the Northern version incorporated ground meat as the mash with potato, spices, chillis, and onion.
Enjoyed with a side of yogurt, some fruits, chutney, and a couple hash browns had been stacked onto the wide steel plate, a common dishware utilised by Northerners after it was adopted from the cultural customs of the fallen Kingdom of Gaesle.
House Patil were quite pleased to know such customs that were practised in their homeland of the Terra Dimension had found a place in this world.
They had led to the incorporation of many Indo customs, dishes, festivals, and in general saw to the Northern Realms acceptance of people from around the world and their customs.
Of course, the Andals were the exception so far as they came with war and savagery that made their crusade a holy war against their Gods.
The bastards from down south had in fact led to King Thenar's heavy night of drinking magical alcohol cocktails served eagerly by an Aelflyn barman.
If that wasn't enough, he was duped hundreds of gold coins in the Gaming Table set up throughout the Gaming Room that was specially set up for the night.
It introduced the features of the new business House Potter wished to operate throughout Westeros and Essos, aptly named Gaming Houses as all manner of Table games like Blackjack, Roulette, Big Six Wheel, Craps, Poker and its various forms, Chess, a unique variant of Monopoly, Checkers, and a whole lot more.
Pool Tables, Table tennis, Shuffleboard, Foosball, Dartsboard and other indoor games were also on offer, with most set up to allow for everyone gamble on the games played if they so wish.
It all left the Northern Lords and the visiting guests allowed to stay in Camelot to feel their pockets drain, yet their night of laughter, wine, dine, and utter joy would last forever.
Only when they all awoke the following morning that all Northern Magnars and Magnara swore they would never let the other or their descendants enjoy more than a single night in the Gaming Houses, otherwise it'd leave them financially ruined.
While it was fine to play the games that required a payment to use the equipment in the venue as it were, however, the gambling games were rather addictive and easily enticing enough to draw plenty to throw away their wealth like it was nothing but water.
For the Houses of the Northern Realms, spending a thousand Golden Wolves wasn't a big issue as they all had vaults full of wealth the size of mountains collected over two millennia, expect for the newer Houses, however they were able to manage their spending before it got out of hand.
Only the visitors from the Kingdoms of Essos, which included the Rhoynars, Sarnori, Ghiscari, Golden Empire, and Valyrians, had found themselves utterly stumped when they woke in the morning, furious at all they had lost overnight.
King Thenar watched from his seat, enjoying his meal before he was joined by a grinning High Magnar Tarius Orion Potter who couldn't stop smiling at all the wealth last night's event brought to his House.
He was joined by a weary Prince of the Golden Empire to the Indigo Emperor Lineage, still struggling over the headache from the heavy drinking the night before, a cheerful Rhoynish Prince with a spring in his step for all the gold he'd won from the gambling tables, and a young pouting Dragonrider of an influential Valyrian House allied to the Northern Trading Company.
Out of everyone, the Dragonrider had lost the most overnight through the games, having played and gambled, rarely ever winning more than a couple silver coins.
Only a few knew though, the Valyrian House from which the young Dragonrider originated from, had long served as part of Clan Heiðruind, though only after Magnar Benjen the Traveller helped the Northern Trading Company establish a Trading Hub in the Valyrian Freehold.
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"My, my, my, how the mighty have fallen from the great heavens!" barked the Rhoynish Prince as a servant arrived with his meal before others arrived for the remaining guests of the head table.
"You laugh and mock me now, dear friend, however I shall have that bag of gold by your waist once night has fallen.
Only then, I shall be the one to laugh with joy, Farlyn." Quipped the Valyrian Dragon noble, Aurion Belaerys as he dug into his meal.
"It hasn't been more than an hour since we all rose… and you fucking fools are already squabbling like married hens.
God-Father save me…" prayed the Yi-Tish Prince as he dug into his morning meal, hoping it would absorb the alcohol still in his system.
"Qhan be glad they awoke peacefully in Camelot and not some tavern or Inn.
We'd probably be fending off a bunch of sorrowful pricks wanting to end the misery these two fucks constantly exude." Lastly added High Magnar Tarius, all the while King Thenar struggled to grasp control over his building laughter at the behaviour of his close ally and vassal, and the guests upon his lands, all of whom behaved rather close with one another.
They had in fact been educated together in Skagos, as they fostered in Avalon, invited to stay with various noble Houses of Skagos, many of whom had strong ties overseas with various nobility who only strengthened the Northern Houses to greater heights.
As such, the heir to House Belaerys, a Prince of the Indigo Emperor Lineage, and an heir to a Rhoynish Principality, were all raised together from their childhood to adulthood, creating a bond as close as brothers.
High Magnar Tarius Orion Potter grew up with them all, and even travelled along with his friends, fostering various relationships around the world, before returning home to accept his duty as High Magnar, allowing his father to rest.
His friends continued to visit, making sure to take time out to meet each other, which led to the annual Northern Games becoming a time when they could be present in one another's company without formal restrictions or their duties holding them back, leading to all manners of mayhem.
"Language boy."
The four froze still, especially Tarius as he soon felt the back of his getting slapped by a strong coarse hand, only to cause himself to turn around and look upon the one person who brought utter fear not only himself, but his dear friends.
"I have raised you better than to speak like a fool." Commented the grizzled man, slapping the heads of the other three, regardless of if they swore or not.
Elmer Reginald Potter, the grandfather of Tarius, was the man in question, as stoic and strong as any Northerner, even in his elder age, easily commanded whatever space he stood within, though if he wanted people to know of his presence.
"Now all of you, find somewhere else to be.
I must speak with our Grace." Elmer stated, easily commanding everyone to do as he asked without truly asking.
As such, everyone around the head table, including the Wintersguard, all walked away, even taking their food as they knew there was no chance of returning until Elmer allowed anyone's presence.
Left solely behind, King Thenar continued to eat away at his meal, completely aware a legendary figure even his own father treated with immense respect, now served as one of his lealest vassals, though one of great power and influence.
"It has been quite some time, young man."
"Indeed, it has, grandfather… or am I dining with Hugin." Thenar continued to eat yet turned slightly to give Elmer enough eye contact to understand the path leading the conversation.
However, the wise man of House Potter wasn't willing to wait for Thenar to come to his own conclusions, "Always both to you, young man, now listen closely.
Preparations are in place for the 'show' that'll commence later today, yet I must warn you, it is far from what you might expect.
In saying that, I am going to need you to follow me to Skane.
There is someone I think you should meet before commencing with the Opening Ceremony of the games."
Thenar rushed through his meal, while Elmer sat silently beside him, looking out over the growing crowd entering the Great Hall to break their morning fast.
A smile crept up his face remembering the times of his youth, seated in this very same hall, watching his father lead the people, only for the responsibility to eventually fall on his shoulders as time progressed forward.
Now the duties rested with his grandson, Tarius, a young man with much to prove, but knew better than to rush into a nest of chaos, yet Elmer knew if there wasn't the responsibility of leading the House and Skagos, then he'd be out exploring the world, with no sight in mind to return home.
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"Has the Formaðr arrived with the clansmen?
Their aid will be necessary if we are to maintain order throughout Avalon, and Skagos, grandfather." Thenar never once spoke without a respectful tone, as Elmer had a large part in raising the last three generations of Starks as the Arch Magus of the Northern Realms Kingdom.
Taking the position while ruling over Skagos and the isles, High Magnar Elmer Reginald Potter oversaw to the development of a formal magical military, one that gave the Special Air Service a whole new capability to insert easily into the heart of enemy territory.
Honestly it was overkill, but Elmer saw the makeshift Magical Corps only ever gain order and organisation if it were led by capable commanders otherwise each magical species operated largely in their own formation but fought in conjunction with one another.
It was rather maddening to witness even if they were one of the deadliest military force available to the Northern Realms, yet Elmer brought forth a revolution throughout the Magical Corps as it worked in tandem with the Northern Military Armed Forces, creating its own division.
The current General of the Magical Forces just so happened to be Elmer's eldest son and former High Magnar of Skagos before Tarius took on the title as a member of the Northern Military Armed Forces couldn't hold a Seat of Power during service.
His son had led the change in the Special Air Service, having served in the Special Division during his youth, jumping from the stable platforms attached to the Ikranä Steel via magical artifacts, making it possible for the soldiers to dive into the battlefield.
They all had backpacks with a parachute, easily deployable and collapsible after landing, yet the changes brought by Elmer gave the Special Air Service a means of deployment in the field that was far safer and offered a greater range of security in the field.
Named Drop Capsules, the Special Air Servicemen would seal themselves in the pods, each full of weapons and resources, only for them to be shrunken down and attached to the side of the Ikranä Steel body armour of the Ikranä, deployed by the rider.
They would expand upon contact with the ground, after parachutes deploy nearer to the surface of the land, all set for the engaging of soldiers in the battlefield.
As the Special Air Servicemen were equipped with Storage Rings, it wasn't a problem to store the Drop Capsules, saving them from being taken by another, or outright left to ruin in the middle of nowhere.
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"That is why we are heading to Skane… to meet with the current Formaðr.
He has much to discuss with you about the coming fate of the North." Elmer chose to say nothing else on the matter and led Thenar through Camelot to the Transport Chambers so they could take the Transport Door straight to Skane.
They arrived in Hogsmeade at the Transport Station, only for the House Stark guards to notice the Wintersguard travelling ahead of King Thenar to instantly sharpen their stance and straighten their backs.
As the King and Arch Warlock Elmer walked through the Transport Door, all the guards present immediately slammed their right fist over their heart as a sigh of respect and salute to the Commander in Chief and their King.
It also was seen as a salute to Elmer, the wise man to have reigned as the Arch Magus for over a century and sought to many changes throughout the Northern Realms during his time serving House Stark directly.
None of the guards present were asked to follow the group as they left the station and made their way to Hogwarts on foot, seeing plenty of the magical folk of Hogsmeade bowing as the King made his way past.
Most respectfully greeted Elmer as well, knowing full well of his prestige, but none forget to treat Thenar with the full respect the King of the North deserved.
Even the few students lurking in Hogsmeade were surprised to see the King and decided to lead the group back to Hogwarts after seeing Professor Elmer.
"Professor!
Are you heading back to the castle too?" shouted one of the Third-Year students from House Peverell, only to pause when he noticed the markings of Wintersguard, and the man they guarded.
"IT'S THE KING!" said the child, only for him and his friends to student drop to their knees, scattering their things and dirtying their robes.
It all happened so fast that no one could stop the kids, or the other students nearby from doing the same, leading Elmer to speak up.
"Get you asses up from the goddamn ground and use your damn heads for once!
It appears none of you remember what was taught during the Etiquette Classes in year ONE!
I'll be making sure the entire should has their fair share of re-education on the matter, now get up and bow before your King, like the educated fools you are.
Chop chop."
While harsh, Elmer's words quickly organised the students who all got up from the ground and saw King Thenar was giggling at their antics, causing many to pout, which only further made the King laugh and his Wintersguard.
The young student who started the whole chaotic situation came from House Malfoy, descendant of Magnar Draco Malfoy, a legendary figure who helped settle their House in Avalon during its creation and even went on to join the prestigious and illustrious magical Order called Deaths Reapers.
Yet his descendant currently was close to weeping at his foolish actions and what it now meant for him, as it'd likely cause many to prank him for the next few days if not weeks to come.
Before his thoughts could lead him to spiral, he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder, leading him to look up to see one of the Wintersguard smiling down at him.
"Come little cousin of mine.
You have nothing to worry about, Cadmus, trust me on that.
Our King is magnanimous and rather childish at times, so just be yourself okay?"
Realising his Uncle's eldest daughter was one of the members of the Wintersguard currently protecting the King, Cadmus smiled and gave her a quick before bowing to the King, "Your Grace,"
"Rise, Son of House Malfoy.
How go your studies at Hogwarts, young Cadmus?" that was a wrong decision, as Elmer groaned knowing full well the young child of House Malfoy was rather exuberant in regards to his magical education.
It clearly showed as some of his wild ideas were suggested, much to the shock and awe of the King's group, as Cadmus spoke of a project, he and his friends were working on that allowed them to stimulate combat but like a game if you will.
Without even being asked, Cadmus went further in-depth regarding the functionality they were trying to gain from the unique blades that left one partially paralysed, as if it were a real wound.
They'd called it Battleground, eventually leading the King's group to the castle, a majestic castle that would forever draw Thenar's breath away, before making their way to a private study lab.
Using the Data Slates, they had a created a simulation of sorts to showcase what they meant to achieve from Battleground, which soon found itself approved as a sport they could even introduce during the current games.
As such, Cadmus, his friends, all those who helped develop Battleground, and their families were called to the Forever Winter Bank branch in Diagon Alley to contract the games for the North to make use of and popularise around Westeros but preferably Essos as it had a larger market.
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Leaving Cadmus and the others behind as Longdagger, a Goblin Lawyer, arrived with a retinue of accountants and lawyers to sort out the contract for the new sport, Battleground, Elmer led Thenar and the Wintersguard to one of the auditoriums where a class was being held.
As they entered and took of a seat in the back row without anyone being aware of the presence due to magic employed by Elmer, they all listened closely as the young man with dark black hair and bold emerald eyes with hints of gold and an outlined iris of blood red, educated Sixth Years on Battle Magic.
With a sharp jawline and high noble cheekbones, the young man exuded the natural aura of a noble from an influential family, though happily preferred to educate the next generation.
"Now, we have just completed the module on Dual Wielding, where you enable yourselves, you carry a sword or some sort of weapon in one hand, while the other is reserved for your wand or other magical foci.
Hell, I have seen a Valyrian wielding a Shield in one and a magical staff in the other, however I think it has to do a lot with the education taught at Ancalagon School for Mages.
Trust me though, the young Valyrian knew how best to fight with the shield, even throwing it much like Captain America from the Northern Comics of the Otherworld.
I even had to ask the young man if he'd read the comics, only to smirk back at me.
Anyway, he drew on his elemental magic of fire and air, allowing the shield to act as a battering ram of sorts, which it practically did since the opponent wasn't prepared for it to be thrown at his gut, knocking the wind out of him.
It was clean and fast, but in the battlefield, this is practically useless.
I do not condone throwing your weapon away, as without it, all that is left is your magic and that will not last forever ladies and gentlemen.
Now, do you have any questions?" the young professor simply grinned as dozens of hands shot up into the air, as the eagerness on the faces of the children could easily be seen.
After spending the next couple of minutes answering questions, the class ended and the students all raced out, only to witness the King come into view and the Wintersguard, yet thankfully there was no chaos like that caused by Cadmus Malfoy.
All simply bowed and left, leaving Elmer to lead the group down the steps to the young professor who was simply cleaning up the room and his notes with nothing more than a wave of his hand, which was noted by Thenar and his Wintersguard, all who slightly felt concerned by the power wielded by the young man.
None said a word or made any action to reach for their weapon, as Elmer had them swear that if they were going to accompany their King, then all that they would hear could not ever be spoken of later on.
As Elmer approached the young man, he simply smiled back, though it wasn't one that could be considered respective of his age, but of someone far older.
Thenar wasn't the only one to notice this fact, as a few of the sharper Wintersguard tried to understand why the young professor looked on at Arch Warlock Elmer like he was a child.
It was there for a fleeting moment, but one they didn't forget to notice.
"How have you been?
It has been some time since I have seen you?" said the young professor to which Elmer replied, "I am well.
I have been busy with my duties to the King, so I haven't been present to teach some of my classes as of late.
Lucifer is doing swell in my stead managing the classes if everything I have heard is anything to go by.
Regardless of all that, I have brought him as you have asked, and yes, the Wintersguard have sworn an oath of secrecy."
"Excellent!" Grinning the young professor, only for his stance and attitude to change along with his aura, becoming far more relaxed in the presence of the King and Wintersguard.
"So… you are the son of young Bran who became the Bloody Wolf… my god, the last time I saw you, I think you weren't any more than a babe in your mother's arms, little Thenny."
For a moment, all seemed dead silent for the King and his Wintersguard as they tried to process how this man could have achieved such a feat and still remain ageless, yet Thenar didn't take too long to quip back an appropriate response, hoping it would answer his question.
"If… I were to ask you to kneel… and proclaim me your King…"
The young man smirked with a small tinge of delight yet sadness in his eyes as he replied back, "All you need to do is ask,".
With that answer, Thenar and even the Wintersguard who knew of the fabled legend between the Kings of Winter and the Wizard King were frozen still by the presence of the Northern legend.
"Every time I meet a Stark King, they all seem to some how know to ask if I would kneel…
It makes me wonder, did Bran and I create some sort of magical bond when we swore our oath before the Heart Tree that day… *Sigh* who knows.
So… King Thenar, let me introduce myself.
I am the very same High Magnar Hadrian James Potter, the Wizard King, yet in the present, I go by Dante Romulus of House Heiðran, having created the House during my time as Formaðr as the last decided to retire for a time.
Mind you, Sue Li helped strengthen our bond with the First Amber Emperor of the Golden Empire, saving the lives of the last Dynasty before they were slaughtered.
However, the magical institution Clan Heiðruind is setting up in the Empire should help increase the goodwill between the two sides for the next long reign to come."
Before he could continue, Thenar spoke with a couple questions on his mind, "You said of House Heiðran, which I have to believe is the same as the one represented in Hogwarts, am I correct?"
"You are."
"Then how can you revive it, since you are originally of House Potter?"
Hadrian or as he liked to be called now, Dante, could only smile wearily, "Trust me kid… *Sigh* it was quite the shock to me when I first learnt about it as well." Harry continued to explain part of his past, learning about the titles he possessed, not caring for the stumped expression on Thenar's face at being called a 'kid'.
Even the Wintersguard were shocked by the actions of the Wizard King, but realised quickly that they were in the presence of the Winter King, a figure to have lived millennia ago during the times of Bran the Builder.
Elmer on the other hand couldn't help but sigh at the actions of his ancestor, and mentor, who acted far too immature at times, though deadly serious at other times.
Either way, Elmer could do nothing or say anything to help the matter as it would lead to Harry to call him by his childhood nickname, one he did not want said aloud before Thenar.
Sadly, he wasn't even given a chance to save himself.
"Eli, won't you be a dear and call over those reports we spoke of."
The Wintersguard along with King Thenar swivelled their heads to face Elmer, with their jaws dropped by how easily the Wizard King treated the Arch Warlock like nothing more than a child.
Hadrian couldn't help but laugh to himself as he watched an embarrassed Elmer walk over with some papers in his hand, a little downcast.
It made the Wizard King think of the days when Elmer was nothing more than an infant child, running around Camelot while sat atop his very own familiar Direwolf, having been born from a Stark mother.
"Now, while I have revived House Heiðran, though through the Courts of the Dragonlords of Valyria, I have brought word of what I know is to come shortly, such that you already have been made aware of.
The Kingdoms of the South have decided to lead a war upon us, however as you are already aware, House Martell and Yronwood have made you aware of the Great Alliance, including the immense forces of the Kingdoms coming to lead the attack.
I have reports advising around four hundred thousand people will gather to attack Wolf's Fort, and the two Gates of the Canal, while the navy of the Lannisters and Reach will attack the western coast.
Lannisters will also take charge on the attack upon the Iron Islands, which will be a bloodbath and a half, that I am certain of.
Durrandon is sending the fleet to attack Oldcastle, in fact they will be landing upon the beaches of Andal's Agony Woodlands.
Arryn's going for the Three Sisters, determined to take the islands for his Kingdom, though only after slaughtering the magical life present, yet none of those fools are any concern to me or the North.
We have all that we could ever need to beat them back and even raid their lands.
I wouldn't put it past us from taking over Westeros entirely if we wanted to, but it is not why I am here, revealing myself, a fact I do not ever like doing since it leads many to believe I will fix their problems.
I won't.
I have served and done my time, and still do so while travelling the world, exploring, and understanding more about magic and the uniqueness of this world compared to my own.
Which is why I have come to warn you… King of the Rock, King of the Storm, King of the Vale, and King of the Reach have gained 'wisdom' from House Sevenstar of Andalos.
They believe… divine intervention will be at hand… however I am concerned it will instead involve the lives of Wizards and Witches from down South, though more like the men, while the women are kept… back, to learn of the ways of the faith.
Trust me when I say this, it is the unholiest action anyone could ever take."
Dante handed over the reports, with Thenar close to lashing out at everything and everyone after he learnt of Witches being captured and exploited by the Faith and its Militant to give birth to magically gifted children in service of the Faith.
It was rather foul and something Dante wanted resolved immediately, though couldn't get himself involved in after a certain discussion with Lady Death a long time ago.
Either way, he could not get directly involved and required the permission of the King of the North, who in this case was ready to raze the Reach completely and then head over to Andalos to do the same.
"The report says they have already gained the allegiance of many magicals in their ranks, some of whom will take action later tonight, if I'm not wrong.
If I'm not wrong, isn't there a curse that will be inflicted by breaking their oath taken in front of the Ygg-Heart-Atkaye Tree after graduating from Hogwarts to do no harm to the North or use magic that might cause harm to the innocent?"
"You aren't wrong King Thenar, but I suspect the Andals from Andalos have brought something over to help bypass those restrictions.
Don't quote me for verbatim, but if that is the case, then we need to focus on Andalos as well and their allies to give them such an advantage."
Dante's honest and quick reply immediately led Thenar to made certain decisions in regards to the safety of his people in the war to come.
"I, King Thenar, second of my name, call upon the Magical Orders of Power to serve in the upcoming war."
"I, Dante Romulus of House Heiðran, raised from the Valyrian Freehold, and current Formaðr of Clan Heiðruind, will give my support to the King of the North and the Northern Realms Kingdom in the war to come."
Elmer as witness ensured magic ensured the agreement was followed through, which only led Thenar to enquire about the journey so far for Dante, before they spoke of plans to combat the foes to come.
"If you must really know, I've spent most of time for the last couple of centuries in Essos, specifically the Valyrian Freehold to eliminate the practice of Blood and Sacrificial Magic.
It eventually led to the creation of the Ancalagon School for Mages, helping increase the magical society of the Freehold to aid in the change to the customs of the Valyrians.
So far, I've seen decent progress, but it's far from perfect or where I would like to see it.
In saying that, you will have an Octarch, Dragonlord, Rhoynish Queen, and the Crown Prince of the Amber Dynasty of Yi-Ti, along with their families and invited friends will be in attendance later tonight in the Royal Box.
Try and make friends with them, while drawing the Dornish Kings into your inner circle, even if one of them saw to the end of a friend.
We will need their aid in the battle to come, especially if what I've heard is true regarding the plans for Dorne after the attack on Wolf's Fort."
And right away, they all fell into scheming how to do with the incoming mess upon their lands and that of their foes, especially Andalos and the Kingdom of the Reach.
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Later in the day, the Opening Ceremony for the Northern Games was about to commence, as Avalon's Colosseum was filled to capacity, with plenty of expanded magical projectors spread throughout the city, Skagos, and the Northern Realms, allowing all to view the extravagant bi-yearly event, that often still was held each year, as Skagos had their own separate games to measure their own citizens against one another.
Being led to their seats by the staff of the Colosseum, King Desmond and King Morgan waited till they arrived in their private box to view the Opening Ceremony and introduction of the competitors from around the known world before speaking with one another.
"I will never understand how Skagos can be such a large piece of land that it required us to travel by train to reach Avalon.
Its obvious magic is involved, but even so, it is hard to comprehend, much like the offerings of the city upon the Lands of the Old Gods." Stated Desmond, watching closely as magical speakers came alive through the colosseum, advising people the ceremony would commence shortly.
"Honestly, I am glad to have not followed along with the plans of the Foolish Kings.
This land is far from safe to invade, I am well aware of that now.
Thankfully we made the necessary adjustments to send our 'forces' to Rivia, however I pray everything goes well in Dorne that we return without fear or worry of the Faithful."
Neither King expected, nor did their guards as another voice soon joined them, "You can believe me when I say this, but those of the Faith will be nothing more than blood on the walls of Dornish Keeps that can be easily washed away, though I hope the blood is used to feed the Old Gods instead." King Arthur of House Dayne entered the private box, pushing past the guards of House Yronwood and Martell, only to click his fingers for a chair to appear beside the other monarchs out of thin air.
The Dayne King knew of the Aelflyn and Eldari, so decided to make the most over the top entrance leading into the room.
Desmond couldn't help but laugh out loud at the behaviour of Arthur, known for his brashness and Northern attributes, but was just as deadly as a Southern Snake.
Morgan on the other hand struggled to comprehend why Dayne had made himself known and how much was he aware of the war to come in Dorne.
Though it shouldn't have been an issue to contact House Dayne in truth, as they would have taken the first chance at dealing a dangerous blow to their enemies.
"I must say, I never once expected to see you here, Arthur.
How have you been, old friend?
I hope the children are doing well, as is the Queen?" said Desmond after standing up to give Arthur a quick hug which was returned in kind.
"I am swell as you have grown fatter and older.
King Thenar had sent a personal invitation to request my attendance at these games, which included my family as well, though my younger brothers remain behind to lead my forces.
The children are doing well and have asked about their cousins, as has my wife of your family.
She is doing well leading the exchange of ideas and trade with the Northern Realms to help improve our lands to match up against the North.
It'll take time and money, but believe our Kingdom has the best chance against the rest if I'm being fair."
Morgan even had to agree with King Arthur, their Kingdom wasn't as separated and distant from one another, so it made things easier if they were to cooperate.
"I would love to say its an honour to meet your King Morgan, I am still disappointment about the death of my dear friend Qylen.
However, I have heard of your actions to atone for those mistakes in the past, for which I am grateful to hear, though I believe the next few days will possibly ensure your complete forgiveness in my eyes."
"Then all I can hope for from the Gods is a peaceful resolution between our sides by the end of this war to come.
In truth, I pray my actions will make it possible for me to once more see Qylen in the afterlife… and ask for his forgiveness."
Arthur clenched his jaw, as did Desmond, both upset at having lost a dear and close friend but understood the path Morgan was about to take on.
Neither gave him their blessings for such an endeavor waiting instead for the results, though they made a note to themselves to watch the progress of the King to House Martell.
Moving past the subject just spoken of, Desmond asked, "Who have you sent in charge of your forces to Rivia?"
"My younger brother born from a drunken entanglement by mother had with Andalos sailor, which made my association with the Andal forces invading Dorne easier, though he isn't one to believe in the Foolish Kings."
Both Kings ended up nodding in satisfaction at what was said, leading to Arthur adding, "In saying that, we must leave as an invitation to the private box of King Thenar was the reason I came to visit.
I believe the Great High King has a couple words of his own to say."
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"WELCOME TO ONE THOUSAND AND THIRD BI-ANNUAL NORTHERN GAMES, HELD ONCE MORE IN AVALON OF SKAGOS!"
The announcer was actually a well-known performer educated at the Arts Academy of Winterfell, and made the announcements for the Boxing and Mixed Martial Arts League that was formed.
He wasn't the only one overseeing the event, as other announcers were chosen to manage in a different language so the projected screens at the Trading Hubs was best suited for its audience.
They were currently introducing the High Magnar Tarius Orion Potter and King Thenar the Warmage Stark before continuing with the blessings performed by the Children, Dryads, Druids, Green Men and Women, as they all prayed for a clean and successful Northern Games.
After this, the Undying Flame ignited at the Fist of the First Men, before travelling all over the North, visiting each of the major settlements, towns, cities, and villages along the path before arriving at Avalon.
It would be carried by competitors from all walks of life, making sure the flame never died out, as it was meant to symbolise the passion for sports and the competitive spirit it gave birth to.
All of this could be witnessed mostly around the world expect for regions largely controlled by Andals, such as the Stormlands, Westerlands, Reach, parts of the Vale and Dorne.
Yet the Stepstones had no issues showcasing the Northern Games through the magical projectors, which began to display the musical talents of the North, as well-known artists of the Northern Realms began to perform for all to see and hear.
" Legends never die
When the world is calling you
Can you hear them screaming out your name?
Legends never die
They become a part of you
Every time you bleed for reaching greatness
Relentless you survive
They never lose hope when everything's cold
And the fighting's near
It's deep in their bones, they'll run into smoke
When the fire is fierce
Oh, pick yourself up, 'cause
Legends never die
When the world is calling you (the world is calling you)
Can you hear them screaming out your name?
Legends never die
They become a part of you (they become a part of you)
Every time you bleed for reaching greatness
Legends never die
They're written down in eternity
But you'll never see the price it costs
The scars collected all of their lives
When everything's lost, they pick up their hearts
And avenge defeat
Before it all starts, they suffer through harm
Just to touch a dream
Oh, pick yourself up, 'cause "
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"Magnificent isn't it, old friend…
The Kings of Winter, and their magical might to show the nations of this world that are truly the mightiest Kingdom by throwing such magnanimous events…
It makes me wonder, how lowly do they think of the Valyrian Freehold, even though we have secured the aid and support of the Formaðr from their court."
"*Sigh* Faenr, why do you show such hostility to the Northern Realms old friend?
I can understand your grief with them, however their actions in our youth led to our survival, and that of our dragons.
Do not forget, we were the ones to foolish raid upon the city of Old Ghis without thinking of the possibility they had defences to content against our dragons."
"Yet!
Yet… these fucking bastards allowed Anye'ha to be capture, while dragging our helpless bodies away.
I would have preferred to be left behind… just as long as they left safely with Anye'ha."
A grief stricken wise Dragonlord of the Valyrian Freehold looked on as the opening ceremony continued forward, while his friend, another Dragonlord of Valyria sat beside, sharing a drink of the magical imbued range.
"I heard your second grandson from the first born has formed a close brotherly with the High Magnar of House Potter.
Mind telling me how that came about?" asked the grief stricken Dragonlord to his friend, as they listened to the song, 'Legends Never Die' being performed as magical illusions of legends from the North were show to the audience.
All in all, it was amazing to witness and something the Valyrian Freehold had failed to emulate during their own Bi-Annual Games, just as the music change to suit the next performance.
Though one the Dragonlords weren't expecting to witness a Dragonrider of Valyria taking to the stage to begin her performance, one that left the stadium utterly stumped by the beauty of the tempo and lyrics.
" Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you
So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
Everybody wants to rule the world
Everybody wants to rule the world "
The performance left most people breathless or excited beyond belief, yet in the case of the Dragonlords, they were rather curious of the artist who wore the dragon markings of the Akaydrazel Trading Company.
It'd come into formation, with no Dragonlord or their family known to have complete control over the merchant company but knew enough to understand the Formaðr of Clan Heiðruind was trying to help their Kingdom.
That still didn't stop the curious Dragonlords from trying to figure out who the young lady was to sing such a song, but by then their attention moved onto the next perform, which gave a Dragonlord the necessary break to reply to the question regarding his grandson.
"He has yet to make up his mind regarding the future.
I have asked him if he would like to marry someone from the Northern Realms, but he said no.
I tried to find him a Valyrian bride, but that wasn't acceptable either.
We have plenty of castles and manors for him to take over, at worst we have Freehold territories for him to rule over, yet he wishes to spend his days travelling.
I am honestly lost in regards to him." the Dragonlord of House Belaerys couldn't help but stress the pain of trying to understand the mindset of his grandson, though for now, he just wished to continue enjoying the ceremony, as he had gold on the opening Quidditch game for the night.
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On the centre stage of the colosseum, a performance was prepared by a circus from Essos, known to have travelled to all the major cities, having even performed in Valyria for a time before heading to Skagos for the Northern Games.
As the announcer introduced Nyx Gambit, the stage began to reform and shape itself as per the illusions performed by the artists through their sorcery as a voice began to explain the tale, "In a place and time not of our own, a world of full of brilliance and power found three brothers walking down a long trail that led deep into the dark forest."
Using their sorcery, the three humanly bodies were formed, showing them walking side by side on a curved trail leading into the forest.
"Yet, the three brothers were unlike others," announced the voice, catching the full attention of the crowd, from smallfolk to Kings, "They were gifted Wizards, capable of truly magical feats."
The shadows began to show the three brothers for a moment transfigure some items to appear, through the small show of a duel against one another left everyone in awe of their abilities.
"While walking on the trail through the dark forest, they came across a river along their path, which was far too dangerous to cross over at night.
Since they were magically gifted however, all three brothers simply pulled out their wands and repaired the damage bridge while also reinforcing it from further breaking apart in the future."
As the voice spoke, the shadows of the stage showed the three brothers working together to create the bridge, only to cross over it together once they deemed it safe.
"Yet as they reached the other side of the bridge, a hooded figure stood in their path, dressed in a deep dark fabric with a large scythe in hand.
Lady Death herself had made herself known to the three brothers.
She felt cheated as the brothers were able to travel across the river, one that was designed to ensure none could pass by Death herself.
Furious the three Wizard brothers were able to get past her curse upon the river, she knew how best to get her revenge, since Lady Death wasn't simply a being devoted to death and souls, but also rather cunning.
She first congratulated the three brothers for using their magic to build the bridge and promised them all a wish for being clever enough to evade her, though only as long as she could fulfil it.
The Eldest Brother asked for a wand to beat all other wands and foci, for it to be greatest weapon for a magically gift individual to wield.
So, Lady Death created a wand from a nearby tree, aged eons and heavily saturated in magical energy, having once served as a branch of the World Tree."
Everyone saw as the shadows displayed the interaction between the Eldest brother and Lady Death, including the hand over of the wand.
"The Second brother wished to show he was the greater magical to his Eldest brother, while showcasing his ingenuity to the Youngest, and decided to recall back his loved one gone from the land of the living."
All throughout the stadium and wherever the Northern Games were shown via magical projectors, a gasp ran throughout the crowds as they watched the cloaked Lady Death summon a common rock from the river.
"Using the stone plucked from the river, Lady Death infused part of her power before handing it over to the Second Brother.
She told him while it was impossible to bring forth those who had died, the stone would allow them to be recalled for a time, as the stone acted as a medium.
Lastly, Lady Death turned to face the Youngest Brother, to which the man simply replied that he never wanted to be found, to always be hidden from sight, spirit, and mind.
As such, Lady Death ripped away part of her own cloak and handed it over to the Youngest Brother."
The story continued to explain the fate of the brothers, from the eldest to the youngest, as the wand was taken in battle, while the stone brought the Middle Brother to death, whereas the last one escape until he met Death as an old friend.
Though at this point the tempo of the music changed, just as tale began to speak of a different era in the world of their tale, "A millennia later, the descendant of the Youngest Brother began his magical journey, only to face tribulations from his youth to adulthood, which only led him to become one of the strongest magical users in the world.
In possession of the Cloak 'gifted' by Death, the young man eventually came into possession of the Stone and Wand through yearly tribulations, eventually merging them all together and gaining the supposed titles of Man-Who-Conquered-Death, Master of Death, Vanquisher of Death, the Grim Reaper, though the only one to suit the man was the Herald of Death."
The shadows of the stage forged to display a man with emerald deep eyes, swirling with power under the hood of the dark cloak worn with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows visible for all to see.
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In the private boxes of the colosseum, a great number of magical Houses of Skagos and even those located around the North and Riverlands were silently and closely fixated on the men and women of Nyx Gambit.
They quietly raged at the supposed circus group to have dared told such a tale, one that could have implicated House Peverell and their cadet branches if they hadn't long ago changed their sigil to not include the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
Yet it didn't stop the Magnar of House Peverell from Skagos and those of the cadet branches to let their magic rage at the actions of the Nyx Gambit to release such information.
King Thenar even knew of the tale as all Starks were told of it since the first time a magical was married into their House, which just so happened to be a daughter of House Peverell.
As such, Thenar was rather furious just like his distant kin, since the Wizard King had long ago decided the tale wouldn't ever be shared beyond certain families, while the symbol was hidden away in this world.
What nobody expected to witness, as they were known to temper their minds to strongly wield their emotions, was the collective wrath of House Potter, which only built up as Houses Peverell, Sayre, Black, Eveningshade, GryffindoR, Hufflepuff, Weasley, Granger, Dagworth, Blaise, Longbottom, Slytherin, and many more were letting their magical aura let loose.
High Magnar Tarius had never felt so offended in his life, even having travelled all across Essos and spent time hidden amongst the smallfolk never saw to him receiving such offence, yet right in this moment, the Wizard High Magnar felt such injustice that he wanted to rage out at the Nyx Gambit.
Though he stopped, only because the voice of reason screamed in his mind that he couldn't ignore it.
"ENOUGH!
THIS IS NOT HOW HOUSE POTTER SHOWCASES IT HOSPITALITY NOR DO WE BREAK GUEST RIGHTS!
Pull back your aura now, or so help me, the Old Gods won't be able to raise you back from the depths of Hell once I am done with you…
We will not be embarrassed in the presence of the Formaðr," Elmer's cold voice brought some sense to Tarius, who began to clap, leading others to follow including King Thenar.
It was only a momentary pause in which this all occurred, but for those capable of noticing, the Nyx Gambit had spoke of a tale that they shouldn't have touch or spoken of, especially with such a large audience.
The opening ceremony continued as usual, however those in the private box of King Thenar, which meant all of the Lords from the Northern Realms, and invited guests like the Dornish Kings, the room became heavy with the actions of High Magnar Tarius and the others.
Soon enough though, they were reprimanded by Arch Magnus Helena Ravenclaw, who asked for the forgiveness of their grace, though King Thenar didn't mind as he had also let some of his anger loose just like his kin.
The Dornish Kings were left surprised by the immense power of the North, especially Morgan than Desmond or even Arthur, as the latter was too involved in the actions of the rest, realising part of his aura, as he was related distantly to House Sayre.
Though the most shocked were the elder Dragonlords of House Targaryen, Belaerys, Veltigar, Calgyreon, and Ataerianys, who were all now part of the private royal box, left frozen by the terrifying aura of the Northern nobility.
They just silently thanked the Dragon Gods they were allies and close friends of the North, otherwise they only didn't know if their Empire could survive without taking incredible losses.
As moods finally settled in the private royal box, a different mood was set in the private meeting between a particular 'new' House, and the forces of Nyx Gambit, reinforcing a unique friendship that already existed, but only deepening it to a whole new level.
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"A Man seeks an audience with the Herald of the Many-Faced God." Asked a young man, somewhat masked by the outfit of the Nyx Gambit circus.
He'd appeared before Dante once the Formaðr chose to take a small 'walk' after the exquisite performance displayed by the illustrious travelling circus of Essos.
The wizard on the other hand didn't know if he should kill the 'Man' or truly sit down for once with a Faceless Man and find out why do they do what they do, and do they have any real connection to Death.
He could sense some sort of faint energy that seemed of Death's Domain, but overly tainted and far from pure enough to be of any real use for anyone.
"*Sigh* Fuck it.
Give me a moment kid, I need to check something."
Just as he heard the rumble of the crowd, Dante's gut wanted to hurry up here and race back to his seat already, so he pushed aside formalities and grabbed a hold of the Faceless Man, which suddenly caused his companions to step forward from the shadows they were hidden in to attack but were stopped by a separate force to have stepped out from the shadows as well.
However, these guys were all dressed in black with robes similar to that of the Peverell Deathly Hallows armour robes, as they all contained the Deathly Hallows symbol on the chest, right above the heart.
"Listen here gents, our mate here can be a little crazy, but that comes about because of the years alive, ya know?
So, let's leave go to the nearest pub, have a couple pints and maybe… just maybe, order som wings and chips.
What ya think lads?" the joking and cheerful tone of Seamus Finnegan helped ease tensions amongst the two sides, which gave Dante plenty of time to understand the energy utilised by the Faceless Men.
After releasing the Faceless Man, Dante decided to alter the power they had control over and increased its density by linking it to his own source of Death's Domain energy.
It wasn't much, but compared to what they had before, it'd be quite the change in quality and strength.
The Man Dante had grabbed moments before was the first to sense the change as a pulse of energy crashed into his body, before he keeled over for a couple moments before standing up and knelt.
"A Man has sensed the presence of the Lady of Death, dear Herald…
Our Faith… the Faith of the Many-Faced God has been tainted, by whom, we do not know, yet that is for you to find out, Herald, as ordained by Lady of Death, as I have become her first Priest."
Dante just stood there silently gazing into the eyes of the Faceless Man, just as the others around him did, expect for the other Faceless Men who began to sense their own change in the energy they now wielded.
It was an odd sight for most to witness, but for all those present, it wasn't anything more than Dante changing up whatever he liked because it wasn't 'right'.
They soon left, along with the Faceless Men, leaving no sign that they were present in the hidden hallway, though it would be understood by both sides of the parties involved that it'd be see going forward when the Faceless Men and the House of Black and White changed in a way no one expected.