Chapter 6
Winterfell, The North
298 AC.
After sending the raven to Uncle Benjen in Greywater Watch, I made my way down to the crypts. I hadn't been back since the night of the King's Feast. When Uncle Benjen had told me the truth about who I really was.
I stopped at my mother's tomb. I lit the candle, placing a winter rose in her hand before standing back. "I'm sorry I haven't been back before now, Muna. Kepa's alive, as is Rhaenys; Arthur Dayne found them in the Essos. All this time, you've been here. You've always been with me. Uncle Benjen told me who I really am."
I stood at my mother's tomb for a while. It must have been a time when the candle had half burned down and I was so lost in my thoughts.
I grabbed a torch and headed deeper into the tunnels. A familiar pair of green eyes greeted me in the dark. Somehow the tunnels underneath Winterfell were big enough to hide Sȳndror.
"Hey, boy!" I patted his black snout. Whisps of green and black smoke came from his nostrils.
'Kepa, how long will we stay here in Winterfell? We will need to go back to Greywater Watch soon.
"I know, boy. We'll leave in the next couple of days. You just stay here and rest." I gave him one last pat on the nose before leaving.
Lady Stark was coming from the Old Tower as I came out of the Crypts. "Lady Stark," I say as we pass each other.
"Jon, could you join us in the Godswoods? Robb, Theon, Maester Luwin, and Ser Rodrik will be there."
"Of course." I had no idea what the meeting in the Godswoods was about. Perhaps Bran and what had happened that night I returned to Winterfell.
Greywind greeted me first as I met Robb in the Godswoods while we waited for the others. "Any idea what the meeting is about?" Robb asked me.
"No Idea. Lady Stark was coming from the Old Broken Tower when I saw her last," I answered as Greyjoy finally decided to join us.
"Snow thought you'd be at the Wall. Taking the Black and all that," Theon smirked.
"Decided a life of celibacy was for me. Maybe I'll take Ros for a tumble." I remarked, trying to get a rise out of him.
"Like you know where to put it, Snow."
"Would you two cut it out? For fucksake Mother, Ser Rodrik, and Maester Luwin are coming," Robb broke it up.
Soon Lady Stark, Ser Rodrik, and Maester Luwin joined us in the Godswoods. "What I am about to tell you most remains between us."
"I don't think Bran fell from the tower. I believe he was pushed. Robb and Jon believe the same. We've all seen Bran climb."
"The boy was always surefooted," Maester Luwin commented to Ser Rodrik.
"Someone tried to kill him twice, and the last time very nearly succeeded in almost killing both Bran and myself if not for Jon coming when he did and killing the cutthroat. Why try and murder an innocent child? Unless he saw something in that tower, he wasn't supposed to."
"Saw what, my lady?" Theon asked.
"Whatever it was, they tried to kill him twice. Almost succeeded the second time," I replied, deadpan.
"I don't know. But I would stake my life on the Lannister being involved in this somehow."
"Why would the Lannisters have reason to kill Bran?" I hadn't spent much time in the presence of the Lannisters during their visit to Winterfell.
"We already suspect their loyalty to the crown. A raven came from my sister, Lady Arryn. She suspects them of poisoning Jon Arryn."
"Did you notice the dagger the killer used? It's too fine a weapon for such a man to use. The blade is Valyrian steel, and the handle is Dragonbone." Ser Rodrik examined the cutthroat's dagger.
"Aye, it's a fine weapon, but a copy of my own. Ser Rodrik" I pulled out my own dagger, which was the original.
"That's Aegon the Conqueror's dagger. Why do you have it, Snow?" Theon asked.
"There is something else that must not leave these woods. Jon is not the bastard son of Lord Stark. He is a Stark through the blood of his mother" Lady Stark revealed
"Lady Lyanna. That would mean the lads's father is Rhaegar Targaryen. I'm sorry, lad. I mean no offense by what I will say. Why would Lord Stark protect his sister's son, born of rape? He is still a bastard, a Targaryen bastard. Rather than Snow, he is a Sand as Lord Stark brought him back from Dorne with Lady Lyanna's bones."
"I was not born of rape of Ser Rodrik. My father didn't kidnap my mother nor rape her. That was a lie told that turned into hearsay. My mother ran away with my father to marry him and Elia Martell.
I became heir and rightful King of the Iron Throne the day the Lannister butchered my half-siblings and Elia Martell. My real name is Daemon Targaryen. Lord Stark promised my mother on her deathbed to protect me.
Naming me as his bastard protected me from Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister, you know what they did to my stepmother and half-siblings. Lord Stark wasn't the one who told me. Uncle Benjen did.
Lord Stark, though, protected me and raised me. Never had any intention of telling me, who I really was. He rather I went to the Wall, took the black, and swore away my birthright for what reason I do not know." I answered.
"Someone gave it to him." Ser Rodrik spoke for the first time in roughly fifteen minutes.
"They come into our home and try to murder my brother. If it's war, they want it."
"If it comes to that, you know I'll stand behind you," Theon interrupted.
"Is there going to be a fight in the Godswoods? Use your brain if you have any Greyjoy. Too easily, words of war become acts of war." Uncle Aemon's words came back to me. "We don't know what the truth is yet, Greyjoy."
"Lord Stark must be told of this."
"I don't trust a raven to carry these words," Lady Stark replied to Maester Luwin.
"I'll ride to King's Landing."
"No, there must always be a Stark in Winterfell. I will go myself." Lady Stark dismissed Robb.
"Mother, you can't," Robb protested.
"I must."
"I'll send Hal with a squad of guards to escort you," Ser Rodrik offered.
"Too large a party attracts unwanted attention. I don't want the Lannisters to know I'm coming."
"I can escort you and Ser Rodrik to Greywater Watch. Then on to King's Landing if you wish." I offered.
"Greywater Watch. What's at Greywater Watch, lad?"
"Uncle Benjen and my men. Lord Reed, be more than happy to help us." I say.
"How did you know about the assassin? I never asked.
"Lord Reed's son Jojen has the gift of green sight; he warned me what was to happen. I came as fast as I could." I half answer.
"Where you're horse. He'd be half dead."
"I didn't come by horse, Ser Rodrik," I say before whistling loudly.
The ground shook beneath us as Syndror came from the crypt tunnels. "What in Gods fucking name is that?"
"Put your blade away, Greyjoy, unless you want to be a cooked squid." Syndror roared in reply as the ground continued to shake.
"By the Gods…. it can't be." Ser Rodrik uttered in shock as Syndror came into view from the crypt tunnels.
"A fucking dragon. Where the fuck did you get a dragon from Snow?"
"He came to me, Greyjoy. This is my dragon, Syndror, more commonly known as Canniable." Syndror hissed and barred his black teeth at Theon. He turned his green eyes toward everyone else there.
"I know you said you had a dragon, Daemon. He's fucking huge."
"Aye, he's 69 meters long and has a wingspan of 122 meters wide." I chuckled, rubbing Syndror under the chin. He chirped and purred like a cat. Whisps of black and green smoke came from his massive nostrils.
"We'll go with... You prefer Jon or Daemon?" Ser Rodrik turned to me.
"Whichever you prefer, Ser Rodrik?"
"We'll go with Daemon to Greywater Watch, then King's Landing. Is it just you and Benjen at Greywater Watch?" He turned to me again.
"Uncle Benjen and I came across some travelers on the road; they were being attacked by Bolton soldiers led by Ramsay Snow, Roose Bolton's bastard. The travelers were recruits for the Wall.
They came with us to Greywater Watch. I can send two of them with you to King's Landing. Cregan and William. Brandon Stark's bastard sons with Ashara Dayne. Or here to Winterfell to protect Bran in case if it is Lannisters and they try again. "
"What about Bran?"
"I have prayed to the Seven and the Old Gods for well over a moon. Bran's life is in the hands of the Gods now there is little we can do for him," Lady Stark answered Robb.
The Riverlands
298 AC
Arya and the wolves had been traveling north for the past several days. Where they were going, Arya had no clue. It would take them some days to reach Winterfell. Lady and Nymeria stuck close to here.
The three other direwolves were never far away. Arya rode on the back of the bigger three in the last week they had been traveling north. Arya hoped the Mycah was safe; she thought of her father and Sansa sometimes.
She wondered if the Direwolves would take her to Jon. Wherever he was, his letter was still in her pocket.
Dear Arya.
If you are reading this, then you need me. There is no easy way to say this. I am not your bastard half-brother. I am your cousin. Aunt Lyanna is my mother. My father is Rhaegar Targaryen.
My father never kidnapped nor raped my mother. The three of them were in love: my mother, my father, and Elia Martell. They were married before the New and Old Gods on the Isle of Faces.
The rebellion was based on a lie. Well, mostly a lie. What they say my father did to my mother was nothing more than a lie. The rebellion would have happened either way. It was Uncle Benjen who told me the truth about who I really was.
My real name is Daemon Targaryen, named for the rouge Prince Uncle, and husband of the Black Targaryen Queen Rhaenyar Targaryen. If you have a need for me, Head for Greywater Watch.
Lord Reed will look after you if I have already left for the Essos by then. My Aunt Daenerys and Uncle Viserys Targaryen are somewhere in the Essos. I intend to find them and take back what is ours.
I will always be your brother, little sister.
Your brother/cousin Daemon Targaryen rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms and Lord Protector of the Realm.
"Are you taking me to Greywater Watch?" Arya asked the wolves. The red-and-tan female merely licked her face.
The Cross-Road Inn, the Riverlands
298 AC.
For a week, they searched for Arya. Still, there was no sign of her or the wolves. The King's hunters had come up empty. They had lost the tracks after it rained heavily for two days. Sansa stuck close to Ned's side.
"We've waited as long as we could, Ned. We have to get to King's Landing. If your girl is out there, someone will find her. Perhaps send a raven to the girl's grandfather to keep an eye out or his lords to keep an eye out for her." Robert smiled at him sadly.'
Ned wrote a letter, sealing it with his seal. He had a raven sent to Winterfell with the news. And another to Riverrun for Hoster Tully, for him or his bannermen to keep an eye out for Arya; she had to be somewhere.
Illyrio Mopatis's Manse, Pentose Essos 298 AC
Flashback
Harrnehal, the Riverland 18 years earlier
280 AC.
Elia had refused to speak with him after the Joust after he'd named Lyanna Stark the Queen of Love and Beauty. Both his wife and Stark girl glared at him when he rode up to the stands, the crown of Blue Winter Roses on the tip of his broken lance.
Rhaegar had heard the whispering in the crowd as he did so. His lady mother looked at him with surprise at what he had just done. His Lord father was staring off into space, muttering to himself as always.
At the feast that night, the reception for Elia was ice cold. She barely looked at or spoke to him. Elia, when anger never blew up, but would stew for a time before letting out her anger. Rhaegar would be lucky if he wasn't kicked out of his chambers.
This frosty reception from Elia went on for a few more days. Unbeknownst to him, Elia and Lyanna had met. And they had come up with a punishment for him.
Rhaegar was tired as he made his way to his and Elia's chambers. Elia had attended the feast tonight, claiming she had a headache and was tired due to the Babe being due soon.
"Hello, my love." Rhaegar was surprised as Elia greeted him as he entered their chambers. Arthur moved to the far end of the hall on Elia's orders.
"Elia, I can explain."
"Explain the whole naming of Lyanna Stark as the Queen of Love and Beauty, not your lady wife. Do I displease you, Rhaegar?" Elia was only wearing a robe. Rhaegar swallowed the lump in his throat. Elia's swollen stomach protruded from the robe, as did her large breasts. Larger due to her pregnancy.
"What no, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." Rhaegar stammered as Elia undid her robe. "Are you nervous, husband? You have seen me naked before Rhaegar."
"No, I'm not nervous."
"You seem nervous, my love." Elia just smiled at him. Rheagar was trying to figure out what she was up to. Elia could be sneaky when she wanted to be.
"There is no need to be nervous, my prince." Rheagar's head whipped around at the sound of Lyanna Stark's voice. The lady in question was standing in his and Elia's chamber just as much as Elia was. What was their game, he wondered?
If this was punishment, why were they almost naked in front of him? Getting to fuck them both wasn't a punishment. Unless they were going to fuck him. He and Elia's sex lives were not boring, whatsoever.
They did a lot of stuff that would make the High Septon faint. Elia had fucked him with a wooden cock attached to a harness. Maybe it was the Dornish in her. Elia was far from innocent or docile in the bed chamber.
"What are you two planning?"
"Oh, you have been a very bad prince." Elia smiled at him seductively.
"And pray tell is my punishment if you are both to be naked in front of me to fuck."
"Oh, you are being a bit presumptuous, my prince. We never said you could fuck us. No, no, no. You can sit and watch us. But you won't cum tonight. If you want, you must cum unhanded." Lyanna Stark had a wild streak in the bedchamber as well, it seemed. Perhaps it was Elia's influence more so than the 'wolfsblood' they called it.
Rhaegar found himself tied to a chair. They took some mercy on him, pulling his trousers down for his cock to be free. It twice against his stomach. Rhaegar could only watch, not touch.
He whimpered as he watched as She-wolf took Elia's nipple into her mouth, being careful of her pregnant stomach. His cock twitched helplessly against his stomach as he watched Lyanna Stark ravish his wife.
Lyanna moved from Elia's tits to her cunt. His wife moaned and clutched at her tits as Lyanna Stark fingered and lapped at the folds of her cunt. His cock twitched painfully at the sinful sight before him.
Lyanna worked Elia's cunt while Elia worked Lyanna's cunt. Gods this wasn't far. What Rhaegar wouldn't give to be free of these bounds. Both of them would pay once he was free of these bounds.
He'd fucked them both senseless when he got free. Oh, they would pay once he was out of this chair.
"Oh, her mouth is much better than yours, Rhaegar," Elia moaned to rub salt in his wounds.
"You'll both pay when I'm free of these bounds, woman," Rhaegar grunted as his cock twitched as it dribbled precum onto his shirt.
"Someone sounds a little jealous." Lyanna goaded him next.
"Don't worry, under all that gruthness, he's a pussy cat."Elia moaned as Lyanna licked at her folds.
Rheagar had no choice but to sit there and watch the two of them pleasure each other. This was a punishment, and he just had to grin and bare it.
Rhaegar held out until Elia took Lyanna from behind, fucking her like a wolf with a wooden cock. He'd cum like a green boy at the sight. He didn't give a fuck.
Rhaegar woke to his cock being at full mast. Oh, that had been a glorious night. One of many that followed with three of them.
Winterfell, the North
298 AC.
The day we were due to leave Winterfell. Lady Stark and Ser Rodrik would be accompanying me to Greywater Watch. We'd be taking the quickest mode of transport we had, Syndror. The old Master at Arms wasn't exactly thrilled about flying on the back of the dragon.
Syndror, despite being his age, acted like a pup at times. He scared the crap out of Robb a couple of times. Rickon had begged me to take him up for joyflight on Syndror. The puppy-dog eyes got me in the end.
Syndror took it easy when Rickon was on his back. Syndror had taken a dislike to Theon—good taste, I reckon.
Lady Stark was saying her goodbyes to Rickon and Bran, who hadn't woken up yet.
"Are you sure it's quite safe to be flying on this bea….."Ser Rodrik stopped mid-word as Syndror turned his massive neck to look at the older man.
"Stop messing with Ser Rodrik."
'Yes Kepa'
"Does he understand you?" Robb looked at me, surprised.
"Aye, he does. When he listens. He's as bad as Ghost, sometimes even worse." Syndror appeared to roll his eyes at me.
"Are you ready, my lady?" Lady Stark joined us.
"Yes, is it safe to?"
"You'll be quite safe, Lady Stark. Nothing will happen to you. You will have to hold on tight," I say as Syndror lowers his wing for us to get on.
Lady Stark and Ser Rodrik got up behind me, holding tight to Syndror's spikes as I did.
'Do I have to carry the great lump of lard, Kepa' Syndror shook his head.
"Yes, you do now behave." I reprimanded him for that dig at Ser Rodrik's weight.
'Yes Kepa'
"Sōvegon sȳndror" Syndror took to the sky with a roar, heading for Greywater Watch. (Fly Darkness)
