Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Rivendell Delianah Private Quarters

The Crown in recognition of the feud between the Faith of the Seven and that of one Delianah House of Tully thus decree that the fighting cease at once. To bring back the King's Peace into the land, King Robert Baratheon First of his name, king of the Andals and First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm orders that both forces stand down. In relation into maintaining this peace, the king decrees that the Faith stop immediately the attacks of the lands of Rivendell. Also the disbandment of the Holy Army and the breaking of the Inquisitors office effective immediately. In return the Lady Delianah Tully would not be extending her religion by force South of the Neck and instead respect the wishes of the people in the choice of their faith. In recognition also of the prowess of the group Silver Order, the King fully recognizes their presence officially and thus charge them with the authority of the Crown to protect the common folk and provide the King's Justice throughout Westeros.

The King also wishes the Lady Delianah to prepare a tourney the next four months in honor of the bringing back of the King's Peace and the end of the Chaos. Half the amount would be shouldered by the Crown while the remaining half and preparation will be shouldered by her house. Expect the presence of the Royal Family then.

Signed, Robert Baratheon, King of Westeros

Delianah resists the urge to facepalm as she lays down the letter. The letter is both good news and bad for her. Good in the sense that this officially ends the war between Rivendell and the Faith. It would be terribly annoying for her and her lands if the Faith stops with the large battles that they had been opting to do, and change to a guerilla war. It would be a terrible inconvenience for her and the border patrols. She's not naïve enough to believe also that the guards at the border would be fully able to stop the attacks. The homesteads near the borders would be under constant threat and Delianah's Gryffindor pride would not allow that.

On the other hand, it is bad news thanks to the demand of the King of a tourney. Of course seeing that it is Robert, she is not that surprised. In a way she does owe him. The letter from the capital despite declaring the end of the war favors her side a lot. She must have really impressed Robert a lot even though she met him only once. Of course it might be also because the North supports her and since Robert loves the Northeners, the King is edging on her side by nature.

Still this demand for a tourney is a prick in her side. There are a lot of things to do. Firstly she needs to repair the damage (as little as it is) to her lands. She also needs to fill in the new lands that fell on her lap overnight after Tywin Lannister decimated the Holy Army from the Riverlands. Basically Houses Hawick, Mooton, Goodbrook, Shawney, Lynchester, Smallwood all surrendered the authority of their lands to her. It's not her fault the damned Lords of those lands opted to march proudly with the damned Inquisitor of the Faith. They are rather cooperative into surrendering their holdings when Delianah introduced them to the White Tree, a beautiful giant tree with leaves of silver standing at the courtyard of Rivendell. Of course Delianah would not be Delianah without the rather added input from her. Three dryads with white bark as skin, beautiful as sin herself tend to the tree. Of course they are not the ones the captives fear. It is rather because the tree is moving (she has charmed it to hell and back to resemble the Whomping Willow back at Hogwarts but only with bad attitude). They've got the firsthand experience of seeing the tree raise a giant branch and squashes one of their knights flat on the courtyard. The sight of Dryands grabbing his remains and licking his blood causes more than one man to piss himself in fear.

Long story short they are scrambling over one another into signing the contracts and papers to surrendering their lands lest they be next. Of course the overproud bastards didn't get the memo that they need to vacate their lands with their families and retainers. When explained to them, they all started protesting that needed another gruesome repetition of one of their number being squashed before they happily agreed. Now almost the entirety of the Eastern bloc of Riverrun is firmly under her control though not populated as much anymore.

Now with so much lands on her pocket and a lot of smallfolk of said lands running away from the heathens, she got land again with no people to work them. As a result Delianah was forced to send the new Elder of the Green Men, Marcus to Essos like she did with Viktor though with many a reservation. Marcus can be loyal to a fault but the man was rather overzealous in proving her loyalty which resulted to more or less more headaches for her. Hopefully he got the memo about the limits she placed.

Either way she has a lot of construction projects to be built on the next few months. The salt farms at Sea Dragon Point needs to be started and the new outer territories of Rivendell need to be seeded by both people and infrastructure. There is also the issue of the tourney notwithstanding. While a great opportunity to throw off some of her rather new "inventions" currently stored away, it's timing is horribly bad. She's also got the feeling that she would be needing the power of the Sorcerer's Stone before all is said and done.

She cannot also this time pawn off everything to Amelia. The new Castellan of Rivendell is good but she's not as good as Viktor on multi-tasking. No, she needs someone to trust on all these project of hers without compromising the truth about magic. She'll need to evaluate the Green Men later for any potential candidates.

Back at the present though.

"The fat king stops the war?" the ethereal form of Ser Arhtur Dayne says from where he is standing at the side.

"Yes, in a way," she answers the knight whom she cannot blame for the biting tone that he is using. "The king demands that we have a tourney in honor of the victory,"

"A tourney, hmm that would take a lot of work my lady,"

"Tell me about it," Delianah snorts before sighing as she focuses her full attention to the knight. "We need to talk Ser Arthur,"

"About what exactly? Mistress?" the knight replies.

"About your decision," Delianah replies with a glint of green fire in her eyes. "This is highly unusual. In this world of yours there is no soul except that of that damnable Greenseer of the North who chooses this kind of fate,"

"I am a Knight of the Kingsguard mistress. It is my duty to protect the royal family to death and beyond if it is by my choice," the knight replies as stern as they first had this conversation before.

"You will find no peace, no rest," Delianah simply says in warning. "In this land you will be bound until the last remnant of stone and tree rots and the seas will swallow the land. You will wander alone, a soul bereft, unable to pass into the afterlife,"

"This is my choice mistress. As long as the family I swore to protect remains, I will have the courage and will to go on," the Sword of the Morning again repeats. "A kingsguard has no life, no family,only his duty. As long as his duty remains, he must go on, no matter the consequences,"

"Are you sure about that?"

"I am,"

Delianah sighs already feeling sorry for the knight. She had never met anyone so bull-headed into sticking away from death except Voldemort. The dark lord's reason however was not honorable like Ser Arthur Dayne's but rather because he's afraid of Death and of the unknown.

"Very well, then as long as this life of mine continues Ser Arthur. You will always have food on my table and wine in my cup. You will answer the call of the horn and serve as the Sword of the Dawn when called upon,"

"And I will continue to serve you mistress and you will have my sword as long as the Princess Rhaenys has a place in your heart and home,"

"She will," Delianah simply replies forming the pact completely. Feeling a bit mischievous, she smirks at the bowing ethereal knight.

"You won't be mad if I fuck her once she grows up to the beauty that she will be will you?" she asks.

The sound of a sword being drawn is the only answer she gets.

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Rivendell, Guest Quarters

Tywin Lannister inhales the crisp clean air flowing from the open archway of his room. He would be lying if he says that he is not envious of the castle of the Delianah Tully. It does not have the ornate riches that adorn its walls and pillars like Casterly Rock does but what it has is a simplistic beauty made up of a combination of vines, plants, carvings, paintings, rugs and the occasional ornament made of silver and gold. It seems that the Lady Delianah prefers the color silver more than gold. Also the fact that she built all this on her own effort. Rivendell perches as tall as the Rock itself. Only thing is, the castle is not inherited like the Lannisters did with the Casterlys but rather brand new.

In a way he does admire the girl, ambitious, strong willed with a great intellect, mature beyond her years and now able to achieve something great, no. Many great feats and she isn't even yet in her majority. Normally Tywin would be willing to put tooth and nail in the effort of making sure that his son Jaimie be able to win her hand in marriage even if he has to crawl and beg for it, alas it is too late.

With her riches, exploits and the lands under her care, it would be impossible to broker a marriage contract with her. The only thing he can suggest would be a royal marriage which is complicated to say the least. The word from his spies about the Crown Prince is disturbing and Tywin gets the feeling that Joffrey would end up with a carved heart if the two join in union. Tommen is too soft and timid which would not end up well with the Lady of Rivendell. He has too entrust the friendship of Rivendell with the relationship that Myrcella has with its Lady. Thankfully the two are rather joined at the hip as far as the letters he received from his granddaughter tell.

"You look like a cat who got its canary brother," the voice of his younger sibling makes Tywin turn from the spectacular view of his room balcony to smirk at his younger sibling.

"Take a look at these Kevan," he simply says pointing to his younger brother the three letters that lie opened on his table.

Wordlessly his brother picks them up, his eyes ghosting over the contents.

"Tywin this is all-,"

"Agreements for the expansion of the trade and market Centre at Lannisport of Rivendell Merchants, the deeds to the now defunct houses of House Reyne and Tarbeck, and the permission for another trading post to be placed at the base of Casterly Rock," Tywin continues outlining all the contents of the letter.

"Tywin this is all…..surprising," his brother says hesitantly. "Why are you giving so much leeway to this girl in the Westerlands,"

Tywin simply says nothing as he takes a seat on one of the comfortable chairs beside a table. With a wave of his hand, Kevan joins him. Filling his wine glass with Butterbeer (which Tywin likes thanks to its non-drunk properties), he sighs.

"Tell me Kevan. Do you know how many bags of raw gold did we mine out of the Rock Last year?" he asks.

A raised eyebrow is his only answer. "I thought you personally took responsibility of the accounts of the gold mines Tywin since the past two years,"

"Just humor me, brother," Tywin answers with another wave of his hand.

"I don't know, a thousand? Three thousand?" Kevan replies accepting the offered glass of Butterbeer from Tywin.

The Old Lion smiles wryly at him. "Not even close Kevan. The answer is none,"

He is totally not happy by the un-Lannister like response of his brother as he spits out the butterbeer he is drinking in surprise. His response is to be expected though. Tywin's reaction was worse via throwing the lead miner off the window of his solar when he first received the news.

"What do you mean none?" Kevan demands still in disbelief.

"Exacty as I said it brother," Tywin sighs. "Thousands of years with hundreds of Lannister generations mining the Rock and now it is coming to an end. The Rock has nothing more to give and we need to find a venue to keep our way of life. We have great reserves still so it'll be years before the entire House fully feel the effects but we will feel it. I have been making investments and looking for alternative ways for us to gain gold these past two years,"

"Is this why you aided the Lady Delianah?" Kevan asks.

"Partly," Tywin smirks again at his cup. "This former bastard is one of the greatest rising ladies of our current age. If this continues as she is right now in a couple of years she would probably be as rich as us especially with the Iron Bank supporting her. That's why I am lobbying as much trading posts as I can get from her. The taxes of these places would aid the Westerlands greatly in our current upcoming financial crisis,"

"Isn't it too risky to trust her a lot?" asks Kevan. "If she decides to turn on us….,"

"I know, that's why I came to her aid here. Unfortunately we cannot coerce her into a marriage contract. Nothing less than a royal marriage will suffice I'm afraid. Offering Tyrion as a husband would be a great insult and short of Jaimie renouncing the Kingsguard, the only option that we have is through a royal marriage. Unfortunately I don't think Tommen would be able to handle her,"

"I fully agree," Kevan shudders remembering the little pudgy boy who looks ready to be blown like a leaf in the wind. "Thank the gods we have Myrcella close to her. If only she is born a boy, it would be the perfect match,"

"Hmm," Tywin simply hums taking another drink. Their discussion however lapsing into companionable silence.

None of them notices a pair of Lannister green eyes listening to their every word through the hidden corridors at the wall digesting the last words exchanged between the two.

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Braavos, House of Black and White

"The mistress wants us to train people?" the head of their order asks the kneeling figure in white.

"Yes, the man replies. "The messenger of the Many Faced god requires a large amount of people that would be able to form a network throughout the entirety of Westeros that would be able to serve as her eyes and ears. She understands that the House of Black and White does not have the numbers for it and respects our decision that the temple here at Braavos not be compromised.

"This is concerning," the head of the Faceless men grumbles in frustration. So many centuries and finally a direct contact from the Many Faced god and his Order is being found wanting in their service. The Mistress of Death has to personally send them a solution for their current issue herself which is downright shameful for them.

"Do whatever the Lady needs and any concern she has, you bring to me. We have been piss poor service to her so far. The least we can do is for her orders to be fulfilled,"

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Rivendell, Main Hall.

When Delianah arrives at the main hall, three people instantly she recognizes. First and foremost is her brother, Edmure. To say the least, the ruler of Rivendell is completely taken off guard by the appearance of her half-brother in this world. Before, Edmure looks nothing more than a lout that obviously no Lord would ever respect. Right now it seems however that her brother does a complete one eighty.

His hair has been grown long down to his shoulders and the scraggly beard that he had been supporting before to look manly had been shaved clean. His face looks healthy and brimming with life. The laziness that had been oozing in almost every pore of his skin before are missing and now replaced with vitality and a sense of purpose. Dressed in the traditional fish mail armor of Riverrun, he looks healthier and more an heir rather than the pathetic thing sitting on the chair of Riverrun before.

Beside him is an older man about his fifties dressed as a knight. Instead of the silver trout in his surcoat though, his is coloured black. Delianah does not have the privilege on meeting him yet though she knows that it is her uncle, the renowned Blackfish of Riverrun, the more militant and capable of the two Tully brothers. Personally she does not yet know of the man other than his reputation. It is widely known however that he cares for his family which unfortunately means that his view to bastards might be a bit skewed, especially thanks to the lack of love between him and Hoster.

What makes Delianah stop in his tracks though is the third person in the room. The last time Delianah had seen her father, he was looking sick and ready to die any second. There was also the tiredness in his eyes that looked as if he had finally given up on the world and ready to cross the threshold.

The Hoster Tully that is facing her looks anything but sick. The once white greying hair atop his head is gone and instead replaced by a pale hair color of brown and straw with streaks of darkish red. The once wrinkled sickly face is also changed. The wrinkles are still there but instead of the seventies to eighties look it sported when she left Riverrun, the face now is that of his early sixties. The wrinkle lines are still there but now contains a grace of wisdom in them. He is also standing straight, dressed in a fine tunic of green with an outer garb of wine red. A cape of grey is at his back with the embroidered Silver Fish of Tully at it. The ancestral sword of House Tully is also at his waist and the once unkept beard are trimmed nicely. All in all he looks like a man on his prime. (I've based this new Hoster Tully's looks to Theoden of Rohan at LOTR The Two Towers movie).

"Daughter," he inclines his head to her catching Delianah off guard. Never in her entire career as Delianah Tully in this world has her father acknowledged her with anything more than a curt nod. Not even during the harvest feast long ago.

"Father, what are-," her words are unfortunately cut off when Edmure Tully sweeps her into his arms with a bone crushing hug.

"SISTER! YOU HAVE GROWN SO BEAUTIFUL!" the young man pipes cheerfully nearly breaking Delianah's ribs as he dances around like a fool. "I AM SO GLAD TO SEE YOU SAFE! I HAVE MANY THINGS TO TELL YOU! I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING AN IDIOT AND NOT RECOGNIZING THE VALUE YOU HAD ON OUR FAMILY! I AM SO-,"

"Enough!" the Blackfish interjects poking the ribs of Edmure with the blunt end of the sheathe of his sword. "Let go of your sister before you suffocate her you dumb fool!" he hisses.

"Oh right, sorry, got a little carried away there," the heir of Riverrun chuckles putting a very confused Delianah down who then receives an acknowledged nod from her uncle.

"Niece, you might not know me but I am Brynden Tully. I apologize for meeting you only today. I have done the best I could rallying the remaining levies of Riverrun to come to your aid. I am truly sorry that I arrived too late," he must have noticed the confusion in her eyes as she keeps on staring at Edmure for he chuckles.

"Your father had been educating the fool about the importance of family ever since he got well. Quite a miracle from the gods, either by my gods or yours no one knows," he explains.

"He….got well?" Delianah blinks still unable to compare the rather vibrant Edmure Tully literally oozing with vibrant energy and dare she say it likeability.

"Yes, caught me by surprise too. One thing he's a moment away from dying of old age and the next he's ten years younger looking," answers Brynden looking at Hoster with respect. "Nearly fell off my horse when he apologized for ridiculing me and naming me black sheep of the valley for years,"

"He…apologized?" Delianah tries and fails to wrangle the truth as he stares confused at Hoster Tully. The Hoster Delianah knew was overproud and would rather saw his arm than apologize.

"Yes, and he trained of all things with the sword. His skills though are shit and both he and I are working on it," the Blackfish laughs slapping the back of Hoster in a brotherly way.

Delianah once more blinks as she stares at the healthy man who is her father. There is no way, just no way. With the next blink of her eyes, she sent a probe directly at the brain of the man to check. Color her surprised when her probe immediately met a brick wall of Occlumency defending it. Before she can panic and cast an AK at her "father". A counter probe strikes back inside her brain nearly making her cross-eyed at the strength of it.

"Hello Delianah Tully, or might I say Harry Potter. I am James Potter inside this body, or you might call me…father. If you wish,"

Is it truly a surprise then that Delianah lost consciousness after that?

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Somewhere in Winterfell

Catelyn Tully tosses and turns in her bed before waking up with a gasp. Sweat beads her forehead and her heart is pounding. She puts a hand in her face. For some reason she has a horrible nightmare of her father being replaced by someone else and her family fully accepting bastards of all kinds. With a tired sigh she returns back to her bed alone since Ned is off praying to his damned tree gods again.

What a horrible nightmare it is.

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Essos Volantis

"What do you mean you're buying all of them?" asks a completely confused and surprised Mario Mohrag to the Westerosi who is preening like a peacock.

"Exactly as I said it good master," the one who introduces himself as Marcus with many a flourishing wave. "My goddess needs people and I am here to procure the ones who will suit her needs,"

"Oh, alright," Mario sweatdrops at the flamboyant Westerosi as he signs the contract of almost five thousand slaves. He never has a sale this big. Mario's stock of slaves is all second generation slaves meaning that they are born into slavery. For some reason this Westerosi wants second generation people. Most of his slaves tend to have a skill or craft of their own though majority is unfortunately farmers and pickers. He's not usually one to sell this number of magnitude but the extra ten thousand gold pieces added to the hundred fifty thousand is too much to resist.

"Also good master, if you can refer me to other slave masters like your good self that also sells the same quality and properties of slaves like yours. I would be extremely happy to add another ten thousand as a sign of goodwill and good business,"

Yep, Mario is right about his assessment of this Westerosi. He is barking mad and Mario loves it!

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Author's Note: Hello Westerosi citizens. Hope ya like this Chapter.

I had to admit when I first started this story, I planned to make Emdure into the classic bumbling idiot fool he is that many fanfics portray him to be. However as this story goes on, I admit that it would be interesting to see not exactly a brilliant Edmure but rather one that is vigorous and likeable.

Hope ya like the surprise about Hoster. I'll give you a clue as to why.

Three gifts of Death to the one who unites all

The Stone that gives what the Heart desires bringing madness and joy

The Cloak that protects the body, the one that hides all and also reveals all to the eyes

The weapon of power that will bring down nations, a double edged sword.

One stone, one cloak, one sword beneath One White Tree.