Renaissance: A new age

by Sarah F1992

AU story (Be warned) The once-great Valyria, an empire of dragons and sorcery, was believed to have been lost to the world in the fiery cataclysm of the Doom, four centuries past. But what if the Valyrian might, long thought destroyed and lost to the annals of time, were to suddenly reemerge onto the chessboard of power and politics that is the world of Game of Thrones

17. Chapter 17

NOTES:

"In this chapter, several scenes are happening simultaneously."

A Game of Thrones

- VERY AU (Alternate Universe)

- Some parts of this chapter have passages that closely resemble a small part of the book 'A Game of Thrones,' credit to George R. R. Martin."

- Some characters are out of character.

This is a story based on the Game of Thrones books and TV series, but be warned, it's a very AU (Alternate Universe) story. If you're someone who doesn't enjoy a story that deviates a lot from canon, where certain characters may act out of character, or if you're not a fan of romance with a good amount of fluff, and a story that ultimately has a happy ending, then this may not be the right story for you.

Chapter 17

Jon and Daenerys

Jon and Daenerys stood in the moonlit clearing, enveloped in the pulsating energy radiating from the dragon eggs, which lent an aura of enchantment to the scene. Breaking the silence with a soft smile, Daenerys decided to speak.

"I am Daenerys Targaryen," she began, her violet eyes meeting Jon's surprised gaze. "And you must be Jon Targaryen."

Jon responded with a somewhat melancholic smile, still reeling from the revelation of his true identity. "My lady Daenerys, until today, I was known as Jon Snow, the bastard son of Eddard Stark. My true name is Jaehaerys Targaryen, yet this feeling of solitude persists."

Moved by Jon's sorrowful eyes, Daenerys gently caressed his face, her voice tender. "Jon or Jaehaerys, you were never alone. You cannot fathom the years Aunt Elaena devoted to seeking any trace of you. We knew of your existence through a magical candle that harbors a part of your spirit. And I..." Daenerys's voice faltered, a tear tracing down her cheek. "Since childhood, I dreamed of you. We frolicked together in the snow. I always felt a piece of me was missing until today."

Jon was astonished by these revelations. Though he had heard of Elaena's quest, hearing it from Daenerys, witnessing the depth of her emotions and the extent of their bond, left him awestruck.

"I too saw you in my dreams," he confessed softly. "You were the little girl who played with me in the snow."

Daenerys smiled, joy dancing in her eyes. "I recall those dreams vividly, Jon. The way we constructed snow fortresses and rode imaginary dragons in a castle's courtyard."

Jon nodded, a subtle smile gracing his lips. "Yes, I always felt an inexplicable sense of warmth and belonging in those dreams."

Jon briefly glanced at the three dragon eggs Daenerys had placed nearby, his thoughts wandering before returning to her.

Noticing his curiosity, Daenerys smiled and continued, "I sensed it when I found you. The energy emanating from the eggs was potent, and you felt it too, didn't you?"

Jon's eyes widened in acknowledgment. "Yes, I did. It was... extraordinary."

"I unearthed those eggs in Valyria," she explained, her gaze fixed on Jon's. "You are the only other person besides myself who has sensed their energy. But I must admit, the energy I felt today, resonating from within them as I beheld you, was even more profound."

Jon inclined his head slightly, wonder and curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he regarded the eggs. "It's as if they were anticipating this very moment."

Daenerys nodded in agreement. "Perhaps they were, Jon."

As they delved into conversation, a dragoness approached them. Jon instinctively took a step back, his initial fear evident. Daenerys, noticing his unease, reached out to reassure him.

"Don't be afraid, Jon," she said, her voice soothing. "This is Meleys, one of Aunt Elaena's dragons. She won't harm you."

Tentatively, Jon extended a hand, allowing Meleys to approach. The dragoness nudged his hand gently with her snout, and Jon couldn't help but smile at the unexpected encounter.

"She likes you," Daenerys whispered softly, placing her hand over Jon's, their fingers intertwining as he caressed the dragoness. Their shared moment with the dragoness felt strangely intimate.

Their intimate moment was interrupted when Jon noticed two Valyrians approaching, a young woman around 18 years old and a young man slightly older than him. Daenerys, who also noticed their approach, said, "Rhaenys, Aegon, come and meet your brother."

Jon's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he felt his heart race.

Aegon and Rhaenys approached with an air of excitement. Aegon, his voice filled with warmth, spoke first.

"Brother, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, extending a hand in friendship. Rhaenys, equally enthusiastic, followed suit and embraced Jon affectionately.

Rhaenys, a twinkle of mischief in her gaze, grinned at Jon and called him "baby brother," much to Jon's astonishment. He couldn't hide his surprise as he stammered, "You're... you're alive? I heard you both were... in the Red Keep in King's Landing." Jon remembered the stories he had heard in Winterfell from Maester Luwin and his adoptive father, Eddard.

Rhaenys nodded, her expression solemn. "We narrowly escaped, and we've been living in Valyria for many years. But we're here now, and we're family."

Jon was overwhelmed by the revelation, a mix of emotions coursing through him. Before they could delve deeper into their family ties, Lord Commander Mormont, accompanied by Samwell Tarly, approached with a heavy heart. His expression showed concern rather than reprimand.

"Boy," he said, "we need to talk."

Observing Jon walking away to speak with Lord Commander Mormont, Daenerys, Aegon, and Rhaenys exchanged glances. Daenerys's expression was somber as she turned to her niece and nephew.

"Jon is still so confused," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion.

Aegon nodded, his own eyes filled with sympathy. "He's carried the burden of being a bastard for so long. This revelation must be overwhelming for him."

Rhaenys placed a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder. "We need to help him find his place in this new reality, as a Targaryen and as our brother."

As Jon and Lord Commander Mormont met, the older man's voice carried concern. "Jon, I understand that this is a lot to take in. The revelation that you have a new family must be overwhelming and confusing."

Jon nodded, his gaze heavy with uncertainty. "It is, Lord Commander. I've always believed myself to be a Stark bastard, and now I'm confronted with a different truth."

Mormont placed a reassuring hand on Jon's shoulder. "You remain the person you were before this revelation, Jon. The oath you swore to the Night's Watch is important, and it binds you. But I also understand the importance of family."

Jon sighed, torn between his duty and his newfound family. "I really need your advice, Lord Commander. My heart is divided."

Mormont let out a deep breath, his gaze softening as he offered a faint smile. "I understand, Jon. Family is a powerful bond. We will talk more about this later. I must go speak with your father, Lord Eddard."

Jon found solace in Mormont's words, even as he grappled with the weight of his choices.

Observing that Samwell had stayed by his side, Jon said, "I don't know what to do, Sam."

Sam approached him, his warm, understanding eyes meeting Jon's troubled gaze. "Jon, I may not know all the details, but I do know this: you are the same person who stood by me when I needed someone the most. Family is important, but so is the family you've chosen, the brothers of the Night's Watch."

Jon nodded, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I've taken oaths, Sam. I've sworn to protect the realm from all threats, and my duty to the Night's Watch is unwavering. But the sudden appearance of this family that I didn't even know existed until today..."

Sam clasped Jon's hand firmly. "We're here for you, Jon. You're not facing this alone. You have friends who genuinely care about you."

Tears welled up in Jon's eyes as he looked at Sam, overwhelmed by the loyalty and friendship that bound them. "Thank you, Sam. Your words mean more to me than you can imagine."

Sam smiled warmly, a true friend who would stand by Jon through thick and thin. "We'll figure this out together, my friend."

"Brother, are you all right?" Jon and Samwell observed as Aegon, Rhaenys, and Daenerys approached them with warm smiles.

Jon turned to Samwell and introduced them, "Sam, these are my newfound siblings, Aegon, Rhaenys, and my aunt Daenerys. And Aegon, Rhaenys, and Daenerys, this is my closest friend and brother of the Night's Watch, Samwell Tarly."

The three Targaryens, who had overheard Jon and Samwell's previous conversation, regarded Samwell with a genuine sense of appreciation.

Samwell nodded with genuine humility. "It's an honor to meet all of you. Jon is like a brother to me, and I'll always stand by him."

As Samwell shook Aegon's hand, he couldn't help but notice the inquisitive look in the young Targaryen's eyes.

"Tarly," Aegon thought to himself as he observed Samwell. "According to what Jon Connington taught me, the Tarlys were one of the houses loyal to my father during the rebellion. You have a knack for choosing your friends well, brother."

Rhaenys, with a kind smile, greeted Samwell warmly. "It's an honor to meet you, Samwell. Friends like you are a true treasure. It's reassuring to know that Jon has a friend like you."

Daenerys, her eyes filled with gratitude, approached Samwell. To the surprise of everyone present, she embraced him tightly. "Thank you for being there for Jon. In times like these, friends are invaluable."

Their warm reception of Samwell eased some of the tension that had been building within Jon. It was becoming clearer that he had not only found his lost family but also that they accepted his friends wholeheartedly.

Jon, with a discerning gaze, turned his attention to Maester Aemon, who was standing nearby. "Allow me to introduce you to a family member who has faithfully served as the Maester of the Night's Watch for many years."

With a deep sense of respect, Rhaenys spoke, "Aemon Targaryen."

Aegon, filled with determination, nodded and added, "Please lead the way, brother."

Eddard, Torrhen, Alyssane and Vaella

Meanwhile, Eddard Stark was both slightly irritated and concerned as he observed his son's arrival. Torrhen, typically known for his calm temperament, had taken an uncharacteristic risk by tracking their movements. It surprised Eddard that it was Torrhen, rather than his twin brother Robb, who had ventured after them. His annoyance soon gave way to fatherly concern, and he finally spoke to his son.

"Torrhen," he said with a firm yet controlled voice, "What brought you all this way? You should have stayed in Winterfell. This is no place for recklessness." He knew that with the presence of dragons in the vicinity, it could have led to a dangerous situation.

Torrhen, wearing an expression of shame, lowered his gaze under his father's reprimand. Beside him, Vaella Balaerys observed the situation and subtly caressed his back to offer comfort and support. Her violet eyes shone with empathy as she conveyed a silent message that everything would be alright. Simultaneously, she performed a small fire magic spell to provide him with warmth and comfort. Noticing Torrhen, initially tense, visibly relax upon feeling her touch.

Aelora Balaerys, standing nearby, observed Lord Stark's son with keen interest, her thoughts racing. "One of the sons of Lord Stark, much like his father and his uncle Benjen, possesses magic," she mused, a smile playing on her lips as she watched him.

"Alyssane, who had been listening to the conversation and now knew that the mysterious young man accompanied by the little bird was named Torrhen Stark, couldn't help but smirk inwardly. 'So, your name is Torrhen, like the ancient Stark king who bent the knee, as Jon Connington taught us,' she thought. Her mind briefly wandered, and a predatory glint flashed in her eyes as she fantasized about Torrhen kneeling before her in some future scenario. As her thoughts entangled in future fantasies, Alyssane turned to Torrhen with an intense, meaningful gaze. Uncertain if her dreams would ever materialize, she understood that this encounter had the potential to alter the course of their lives forever."

Torrhen met his father's gaze, hesitated for a moment, then spoke with a sense of urgency. "Father, I was worried. I overheard some of your conversation with Jory and Mother in the great hall, so I decided to follow you to the courtyard. It was only there that I discovered you had ventured beyond the walls of Winterfell, which is why I followed you here."

Benjen, who had been somewhat amused by the conversation, chimed in, "Brother, remember when we were children, we disobeyed Father many times and got into even worse mischief. Be gentle with my nephew."

Eddard sighed, his stern demeanor softening slightly. "I appreciate your concern, son, and your courage, but your safety comes first. You must remember that you're still very young and have much to learn. These matters are for the adults to handle. I'll have to send you back to Winterfell with some guards."

"Please, no," Vaella and Alyssane thought simultaneously.

Torrhen, unwilling to give up, nodded, acknowledging his father's words, but his determination remained undeterred. "I understand, Father. But please, let me stay. Don't send me back to Winterfell with some of the guards. Let me learn. I promise to be obedient."

"Lord Eddard Stark, please let him stay," Torrhen was taken aback by the Valyrian girl who had been standing beside him and had just expressed those words.

Vaella eyes bore into Eddard's with a determined yet respectful gaze.

Observing the entire scene, Alyssane sensed the opportune moment. She exchanged a subtle, knowing glance with Vaella before gracefully stepping forward. With quiet confidence, she approached Torrhen's side. He appeared genuinely surprised by her sudden but deliberate presence.

Eddard, somewhat surprised by this direct appeal, regarded the Valyrian girl with a raised brow. "And who might you be, my lady?" he inquired politely.

Aelora Balaerys, with an air of respect, stepped forward. "Lord Stark," she began, her voice carrying a tone of formality, "allow me to introduce my niece, Vaella Balaerys, from the esteemed Balaerys family of the Triarchy."

Vaella, seizing the moment with grace and courtesy, spoke, "It's an honor to meet you, Lord Eddard Stark." Her gaze briefly met Torrhen's, who looked at her with a sense of shyness and surprise; she winked at him before returning her attention to Eddard.

"As my aunt expressed," she began, her voice clear and composed, "my name is Vaella Balaerys, hailing from the Balaerys family of the Triarchy. Although I am young, according to the customs and laws of Valyria, I can already make some decisions on my own. And though it may be too early to say," she paused, glancing again at Torrhen, then at Alyssane, who gestured for her to continue, "Alyssane Targaryen and I, Vaella Balaerys, would like to seek your permission, Lord Eddard Stark, to get to know your son, Torrhen Stark."

With grace and determination, Alyssane added to Vaella's request. "Please, uncle, allow him to stay and learn from this experience. I promise he will be safe under our watchful eyes. We understand your concerns for his safety, but this could be a valuable opportunity for him to gain knowledge and understanding of our customs. It would be an honor to have him with us."

" If my sister Lyanna had seen this a few years ago, or if my daughter Arya were witnessing this, women courting men, Valyria has some very peculiar customs," thought Eddard, who observed the situation with a hint of amusement, particularly at his son's expression at that moment.

Torrhen, who had been silently absorbing the exchange between his father and the Valyrian women, couldn't help but be struck by their directness and strength. Ever since childhood, he had nurtured a love for literature under the tutelage of Maester Luwing, which had granted him profound insights into Valyria and its customs. While he knew that in Valyria, women enjoyed equal rights and freedoms as men, witnessing Vaella and Alyssane's forthright and formidable demeanor firsthand was an entirely different experience. Their unyielding confidence and their ability to articulate their desires and intentions with clarity fascinated him. Torrhen found himself admiring their straightforward and somewhat assertive nature in a manner he hadn't anticipated.

Eddard considered Vaella and Alyssane's words carefully, his gaze shifting between them and Torrhen. The intensity of the moment hung in the air like a winter frost. Finally, he nodded, his stern expression softening.

"Very well, Torrhen, you may stay. But you must promise to remain close and avoid unnecessary risks," he instructed his son. Then, turning to the young Valyrian women, he continued, "Alright, you have my permission to get to know my son. However," he paused, glancing back at Torrhen, "before anything else, I'd like you to properly meet our guests from Valyria."

Torrhen's eyes sparkled with gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Father. I won't let you down."

Eddard approached his son and placed a reassuring hand on Torrhen's shoulder. "I know you won't. Now, let me introduce you properly." He turned towards Aelora Balaerys, Balemond Aekylosh, and Elaena Targaryen. With a warm smile, he began, "Allow me to introduce you to my son, Torrhen Stark."

Aelora, her curiosity piqued, greeted Torrhen with a nod of acknowledgment. "A pleasure to meet you, young Torrhen."

Elaena Targaryen, the warmth of a mother in her eyes, extended her hand. "Welcome, Torrhen. You're among friends."

Balemond Aekylosh offered a friendly smile. "Indeed, a pleasure."

"It's an honor to meet you, Torrhen Stark," Vaella Balaerys said with a triumphant expression on her face. At the same time, Alyssane added, "Pleased to meet you, Young Stark. We have much to talk about."

Impressing everyone present except his father, who already knew his son's fondness for books and studies, Torrhen addressed the Valyrians present in High Valyrian. 'It's an honor to meet you, esteemed guests. Welcome to the North, and I hope Winterfell's hospitality suits your liking.'"

"'Y… you speak Valyrian?' Vaella, surprised by Torrhen's fluency in Valyrian, asked, 'And... what else do you know about Valyria?'

"Where have you been all this time, Thorren, away from me?" Alyssane thought at that moment, feeling a bit frustrated that they hadn't met sooner.

Torrhen, sensing their curiosity, smiled and replied, 'Yes, I do speak Valyrian. In fact, I've been fascinated with Valyria and its customs since I was a child. I've spent countless hours reading about your land and its rich traditions.'"

Noticing Torrhen's keen interest in Valyrian culture, Aelora saw an opportunity to engage him further. "Young Torrhen Stark, I cannot express how delighted I am to meet individuals from Westeros who not only show an interest in our language but also in the customs and traditions of my homeland. I would be honored to converse with you later about Valyria, addressing any inquiries or uncertainties you may have. Both my niece, Vaella, and Alyssane Targaryen will gladly lend their ears and knowledge regarding our land."

Torrhen, genuinely enthusiastic, replied, "Lady Aelora, it would indeed be a privilege to hear tales of Valyria from your lips. I eagerly anticipate our discussion, alongside Lady Vaella and Lady Alyssane."

With a mischievous glint in her violet eyes, Alyssane leaned closer to Torrhen. "Would you care to witness a display of our abilities, Torrhen Stark?"

Intrigued, Torrhen listened intently. "What kind of abilities are you referring to?"

She extended her hand, and a tiny flame flickered to life in her palm, dancing with an ethereal grace.

Torrhen's eyes widened in amazement, utterly captivated by the magical display before him. "That's incredible," he exclaimed, his initial skepticism melting away to reveal genuine fascination.

Not one to be overshadowed, Vaella conjured a delicate spiral of fire that danced around her fingers, casting a warm, golden glow on her features. "And that's just the beginning," she added with a playful smile.

"Come along, Torrhen. Join us and meet the rest of the family," Alyssane invited warmly.

"The three were about to depart when they heard a voice. 'Daughter, may we speak for a moment?' It was Elaena, watching them with a serious expression.

Alyssane approached her mother and Benjen, who observed her with curiosity. When her daughter stood before them, Elaena said, 'You've grown so much, Alyssane. I remember it as if it were yesterday when you were a little girl, taking your first steps. I wish I could have been there during your upbringing.'

Touched by her mother's words, Alyssane replied, 'I understand, Mother. But I comprehend the reason for your absence, and I admire your dedication.'

At that moment, they embraced, and just as Alyssane was about to rejoin Torrhen and Vaella, her mother said, 'Alyssane, remember that we are here as guests. I ask that you behave appropriately and uphold the honor of the Targaryen family.'

Alyssane listened attentively, turned to look at Torrhen, who was watching her, her cheeks turning slightly red, and said, 'I will, Mother.'"

While they watched the young ones walk away, Benjen was struck by Alyssane and Vaella's forthrightness. He couldn't help but comment on it to Elaena.

"Ben, do you remember what you told me about the Starks?" Elaena asked, her tone thoughtful. "How some Starks bear the Wolf blood, while others possess Ice veins?"

Benjen nodded, recalling their previous conversation. "Yes, I do. Brandon and Lyanna were marked by the Wolf blood, while Eddard and I leaned more towards the Ice veins."

Elaena's gaze drifted to where her daughter was now chatting with Torrhen and Vaella, her expression softening. "In Valyria, we have a similar concept, influenced by Blood Magic. Our lineage takes on three distinct forms, and we associate each with a different type of dragon."

Benjen leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. "Three forms? I'm intrigued. Tell me more about each of them."

Elaena smiled at him and began. "Individuals like Aelora Balaerys are recognized as Dormant Dragons, an exceedingly rare breed in Valyria. They possess a serene temperament. Maester Aemon, I believe, aligns with this category. Then there's the Awakened Dragon blood, comprising the majority of Valyrians, to which I belong."

Benjen absorbed this information, his fascination growing. "And what about the third category?"

Elaena's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "The Roaring Dragon blood is akin to the Dormant Dragons in its rarity, but far scarcer. Those who possess it are marked by fiery passion and a warrior's spirit. My daughter Alyssane and Vaella, Aelora's niece, belong to this exceptional group."

Elaena sighed softly, radiating beauty in her melancholy, and drew closer to Benjen. "I vividly recall the moment I first laid eyes on you nine years ago in the Lord Commander's Tower at Castle Black. From the very first instant, I was captivated by the unique essence of magic that emanated from you, Ben," she confessed tenderly holding him in a loving embrace, her eyes shimmering with fond memories. "Your tranquil and serene magic seemed to possess this innate ability to find harmony with my fiery essence."

She continued, her voice filled with affection and nostalgia, "And our nephew, Torrhen... He is undeniably striking, isn't he? The magic that surrounds him, it's akin to yours, my love, but there's a deeper, more profound tranquility within it. It's as if he possesses the calm of the deepest winter."

"Do you assume that Alyssane and Vaella also felt this magic in Torrhen?" Benjen asked.

Elaena nodded, her gaze drifting towards her daughter, who was now in the company of Vaella and Torrhen. Her expression turned pensive as she continued, "It's fascinating, don't you think? Two roaring dragons, each with their own unique essence, encountering an iced vein Wolf from the north, the way these opposites have found each other in such an unlikely place." She paused, a wistful smile playing on her lips.

"Ely, it's premature to entertain thoughts about Torrhen, Alyssane, and Vaella in that manner; they've only just met," Benjen remarked, his gaze drifting momentarily to where his brother Eddard conversed with Lady Olenna Tyrell, Aelora Balaerys, and Balemond Aekylosh. After observing them for a brief moment, he continued, "Marriages within the great houses of Westeros primarily serve to forge alliances, and from what you've told me about Valyria, the same holds true within the Triarchy and among the Forty Families of Dragonriders."

"Ben," Elaena replied affectionately, "I know those looks Vaella and Alyssane directed at him very well, and I believe that when it comes to Torrhen, alliances won't matter much to them; they won't give a damn about it, just like it happened with me when I married you."

"Besides, Ben," Elaena paused as she noticed Aelora observing with interest the interaction between her niece Vaella Balaerys and Torrhen Stark, "don't underestimate the magic that runs through your veins and those of the other Starks; that kind of magic can become a valuable asset in Valyria."

"Do you really think so, Ely?" Benjen asked, a little surprised.

"Yes, my love," Elaena said, "Aelora Balaerys has already witnessed the magic of Westeros firsthand, and I'm completely sure she's already scheming in her mind to achieve a union between someone from her family and someone from the Stark family."

Elaena and Benjen remained in each other's embrace, sharing a moment of quiet affection. However, their attention was soon drawn to Maester Aemon, who stood at a distance, gazing at the dragons with a thoughtful expression.

"Perhaps you should go and speak with Maester Aemon, my dear," Benjen suggested gently. "I'll take this chance to discuss some matters with my brother."

Elaena nodded gratefully, her eyes conveying appreciation to her husband. She gracefully made her way towards Maester Aemon, leaving Benjen to his conversation with Eddard.

Aemon, Elaena

Aemon Targaryen stood in silent awe, his elderly eyes transfixed by the majestic dragons on the ground before him. Lost in the grandeur of the moment, he barely noticed Elaena's approach until her warm smile drew his attention.

"Maester Aemon," she greeted him, her voice laced with curiosity, "I see you're captivated by the dragons."

Aemon turned to her, his gaze heavy with nostalgia. "They are truly magnificent creatures, Elaena. When I was but a child dwelling within the walls of the Red Keep in King's Landing, my brother Egg and I would frolic amidst the gardens. Our imaginations would soar as we rode the backs of imaginary dragons, our steadfast companions through both grand and humble adventures."

Elaena nodded, her attention fully captured by Aemon's words. "Would you wish to turn those childhood dreams into reality? You're welcome to touch one of the dragons, should you desire," she offered.

Aemon's face lit up with childlike excitement as he reached out his wrinkled hand toward the nearest dragon. The massive creature lowered its head, allowing the maester to gently caress its scales. Aemon's touch was filled with reverence and awe as he felt the cool, smooth surface under his fingertips.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he whispered, "It feels like a dream, Elaena, a dream I never thought would come true."

Elaena, witnessing this extraordinary connection, smiled with understanding. "Maester Aemon i can see the connection you feel with the dragon. It's the Targaryen blood within you and Aegarax, the dragon you touched, he sensed your Targaryen blood too. He welcomed your touch."

Aemon's eyes widened in awe as Elaena shared the dragon's name with him. "Aegarax. A fitting name."

"Can you believe it, Egg!" Aemon exclaimed, still gazing in wonder at Aegarax. "The dragons have returned to Westeros." He could feel the weight of history and destiny in the air, a profound sense that their world was on the cusp of a new era filled with magic and mystery.

While engaged in conversation, Elaena's attention was drawn to the arrival of Aegon, Rhaenys, Daenerys, and Jon, the latter accompanied by Samwell Tarly. A warm smile graced her lips as she welcomed them, her gaze sweeping over the slowly gathering crowd. Moments later, her daughter Alyssane made her entrance, accompanied by Vaella Balaerys and Torrhen Stark, adding to the growing assembly. Finally, Benjen Stark joined the group, standing proudly by his wife's side.

Yet, it was the simultaneous exclamation of "Brother" from Jon and Torrhen that truly broke the silence and filled the air with fraternal warmth. They rushed towards each other, their embrace a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.

Torrhen's eyes roamed over Jon's changed physique, a testament to the rigors of his time in the Night's Watch. He couldn't help but comment, "You've certainly grown, brother. The past year has left its mark on you, you appear more robust."

Jon grinned, the camaraderie between them as strong as ever. "Ay, brother," he replied, "You've undergone changes as well, Torrhen."

"It doesn't matter that some truths have already been revealed," Torrhen spoke with excitement as he gazed upon Jon after more than a year of separation. "You know very well that you remain my dear brother, Jon."

Jon returned the sentiment with a heartfelt smile, his eyes reflecting the deep bond they had shared since childhood.

"I can't wait to see Arya's reaction when she sees you, Jon, and, well, everyone else"

As she watched the heartfelt reunion of the brothers, Elaena whispered to Benjen, "I'm eagerly looking forward to meeting the rest of the siblings, Ben."

Rhaenys, who was also observing the siblings' reunion, cast a brief glance at Torrhen and then playfully flashed a knowing smile at Alyssane and Vaella. This brought a blush to the cheeks of both girls.

"After the emotional reunion of the siblings, Elaena instructed the young Targaryens to stand together as she turned towards Maester Aemon. "Maester Aemon, it's an honor for me to introduce you to Aegon and Rhaenys Targaryen, children of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell, and I also have the privilege of introducing you to Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of Aerys Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen," Elaena said with excitement.

Maester Aemon, his eyes filled with tears, and observing almost the entire family gathered, except for Viserys, said, "Aegon, Rhaenys, it is a gift to see you all alive and well. For a long time, I believed you had perished during the Sack of King's Landing." He then turned to Daenerys and added, "Daenerys, You resemble your mother greatly. I was unaware of your existence because I believed they had murdered your mother while she was pregnant with you in her womb when they took Dragonstone."

Maester Aemon paused, gazing at the whole family once more, then focused on Jon/Jaehaerys and said, "Jaehaerys, a Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing; never forget that." He then addressed everyone present, saying, "My heart is filled with joy to see you all reunited," Aemon began, his voice carrying the weight of years of wisdom. "I have waited a long time for this moment, a moment where I can share stories and wisdom with the blood of my family. Stories like that of my brother Egg and his dear friend Ser Duncan the Tall, stories of our ancestors," he paused, looking at Elaena and Benjen, who signaled him to continue. "And also stories about the Long Night that occurred thousands of years ago in Westeros and the dangers lurking north of the Wall."

Elaena and Benjen exchanged glances at Aemon's last words, and she said, "Maester Aemon, I am sure your stories will be wonderful, and I would be delighted to hear them. But what better place to listen to these tales than in a warm, protected castle?"

Maester Aemon nodded and said, "Yes, it is time to return to Winterfell."

Benjen replied, "Maester, before we depart, I believe it's time for my brother to formally meet Aegon, Rhaenys, and Daenerys. It's time to mend old wounds."

Jon, understanding the importance of his presence, said, "I want to accompany you. I'm sure my presence will facilitate the meeting."

"I'll go as well, brother," Torrhen replied, surprising those present. He briefly looked at his uncle Benjen, then at his aunt Elaena, and finally at Alyssane and Vaella, who were watching him closely. He continued, "You are now a part of my family, and family is the most important thing."

3 minutes later

Eddard Stark, feeling a bit nervous due to their prolonged stay in the wilderness, was lost in his thoughts when he noticed his brother Benjen, accompanied by his sister-in-law Elaena, along with his sons Thorren and Jon. With them came Maester Aemon and three young Valyrians whom they hadn't yet been introduced to.

As the group finally arrived, Eddard Stark scrutinized them carefully, his eyes cold and penetrating. Aegon, Rhaenys, and Daenerys felt the intensity of his gaze but stood their ground.

Benjen was the first to speak. "Brother, do you recall the letter I wrote you and our conversation earlier today? It's time for old wounds to heal, and I found peace with my wife, Elaena Targaryen."

Eddard replied, "Indeed, brother."

Benjen continued, "Jon, I believe you are the right person for the introductions."

Summoning his courage, Jon took a step forward. He briefly glanced at his siblings Aegon, Rhaenys, Torrhen, and his aunt Daenerys before fixing his gaze on his adoptive father. With confidence but respectful tone, Jon said, "Father, allow me to introduce you to Aegon and Rhaenys Targaryen, the children of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell, and to Daenerys Targaryen, the daughter of Aerys Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen."

The mention of those names caused Eddard Stark to take a step back, his face reflecting a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and restrained emotion. For a moment, it seemed like he might faint, but Jon and Torrhen approached and supported him.

Eddard stared intensely at the young Targaryens, as if he couldn't believe they were standing before him. "I thought you had died in the Sack of King's Landing," he murmured with a trembling voice.

Olenna Tyrell, accompanied by Aelora Balaerys, listened to the conversation with anticipation. Olenna whispered to Aelora, "I will speak with Lord Eddard if any conflict arises."

Finally, he realized he had been holding his breath and let out a shaky sigh. "Forgive me," he said sincerely. "I did not expect to see the Targaryens here, alive and well. What I witnessed during the Sack of King's Landing and the Red Keep is something I will never forget. For the past sixteen years, I have carried memories that have haunted me since then." Eddard continued, now looking at Aegon and Rhaenys. "The orders given by Tywin Lannister to his hounds, Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch, I had no part in."

"I believe your word of honor, Lord Eddard," Elaena stated firmly.

"Father," Jon said with confidence, "they are family now, and as you've taught us since we were children, family comes first."

Eddard was conflicted at that moment. He thought to himself, "Robert is my friend, but the perpetual oath made by my ancestor, Torrhen, is something sacred that I must uphold."

He looked at his brother Benjen, then at Elaena, and finally at Jon, who was accompanied by Torrhen, Aegon, and Rhaenys, and said, "All of you are family now. Welcome to the North and to Winterfell."

In that moment, Eddard felt his brother's hand on his arm, and Benjen whispered, "Brother, I know this new information is too much to process in this brief instant, but I am proud of you. You have made the right decision."

"Indeed, a man of honor," Balemond Aekylosh thought to himself.

Aegon, Rhaenys, and Daenerys exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond to Eddard's words. Finally, Aegon spoke cautiously but diplomatically, "We appreciate your invitation, Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."

Rhaenys added with a gentle voice, "We genuinely thank you again for your hospitality, and may this be the first step toward healing wounds."

In that moment, Eddard observed Rhaenys with sympathy, and for a brief instant, he saw a resemblance to Elia Martell in her, although Rhaenys had a more Valyrian appearance than Dornish.

Eddard then called for Jory Cassel and instructed him to sound the horn. When he noticed that everyone was now attentive to his words, he declared, "Friends, I know you are eager to continue many conversations, but what better way to continue them than with a good glass of wine, accompanied by delicious delicacies and the music of bards? Let us return to Winterfell," he announced. "There is much to discuss and celebrate. Our guests from Valyria are welcome, and we shall honor this reunion."

Some minutes later

As preparations were underway for their departure, Eddard noticed the dragons still watching them. He turned to Aelora Balaerys and inquired, "What will happen to the dragons?"

Aelora responded with sympathy, "When they see us depart, they will take flight and seek a place untouched by human presence, Lord Eddard. They are intelligent and magical beings." As she said this, she revealed a horn and continued, "When the time comes for us to return to Valyria, we will call them."

In her characteristic straightforward manner, Olenna Tyrell turned to Lord Eddard Stark, Senator Aelora Balaerys, and Senator Balemond Aekylosh, wearing a sly smile.

"Well, my dear companions, would you care to join Maester Aemon, Lord Commander Mormont, and myself in this fine Tyrell carriage?" Olenna inquired, mischief dancing in her voice as she gestured toward the exquisitely adorned carriage.

Aelora and Balemond exchanged glances, both secretly impressed by the opulence of the carriage. Aelora nodded and replied, "Thank you, Lady Olenna. We'd be delighted."

As they stepped into the carriage, Aelora couldn't help but express her admiration. "This carriage is a marvel, Lady Olenna. Truly a work of art."

"Some of the decorations are inspired by Valyrian artworks that have been in Highgarden for over 400 years, Lady Aelora, from the time when the Kingdom of the Reach had trade relations with Valyria," Olenna explained.

Understanding the hidden message within those words, Aelora and Balemond exchanged glances, and the latter spoke up, "Perhaps, Lady Olenna, this could be the perfect opportunity to discuss those ancient bonds of friendship that existed between our peoples, bonds that benefited both parties."

Olenna chuckled as she settled into her seat. "Ah, Lord Balemond, I agree. Perhaps this is a sign that our ties may be rekindled."

Turning to Eddard, who had been listening to the conversation, Olenna said, "Lord Eddard, I would love for you to partake in this discussion as well. The North and the South united in seeking a brighter future for our people."

Soon, it was time to depart for Winterfell. Torrhen, Vaella, and Alyssane mounted their horses, ready for the journey ahead. Alyssane, her vibrant presence undeniable, couldn't contain her excitement.

With a playful glint in her eye, she said to Torrhen, "Show us the way to Winterfell."

Vaella, standing nearby, shared Alyssane's enthusiasm and cast Torrhen a coquettish glance. They were prepared to follow him into the unknown, eager to discover the secrets that lay ahead.

Torrhen, a mix of amusement and fondness in his expression, nodded in response. "As you wish, my ladies. Follow me, and I'll lead you to Winterfell."

Meanwhile, Jon, who was mounted on his horse alongside Samwell, watched the scene with amusement. They observed Daenerys, who was now also on her horse, accompanied by Aegon and Rhaenys.

"May we join you?" Daenerys asked.

"Of course, Danny," Jon replied.

In that moment, she thought, "He's calling me Danny for the first time," and spurred her horse to join Jon and Samwell.

Jon smiled and pondered, "She rides a horse very well. What other secrets do you hold, Danny?

40 minutes later

"Brother, do you remember that bridge in the distance on the trail?" Jon asked, scrutinizing it closely.

"Yes, brother," Thorren replied with a smile. "I remember the racing competitions you, Robb, and I used to have to see who could reach the bridge first."

"A race to relive old times until we reach the bridge," Jon said, his eyes lighting up.

"Alright," his brother agreed.

"Can I join you?" Daenerys asked, having overheard their conversation.

Jon and Torrhen were still contemplating whether to take Daenerys with them when they watched in amazement as she spoke a few words in High Valyrian. Small flames emerged from her hands, and she began to gallop toward the bridge, the flames lighting her way.

Jon and Torrhen exchanged astonished glances, and suddenly, Jon smiled as he watched Daenerys gaining an advantage. "Let's go, brother. You wouldn't want a girl to beat us in the race."

Alyssane and Vaella, who had distanced themselves a bit, watched them depart. "T... Torrhen," Alyssane said, somewhat uneasy. She and Vaella exchanged glances and promptly spurred their horses to follow the same path as Daenerys, Jon, and Torrhen.

"What's happening?" Eddard exclaimed with concern as he descended from the carriage.

After they explained the situation, Eddard sighed. "My children and their antics," he said, somewhat annoyed.

Jory Cassel, the captain of the guard, approached him and said, "My lord, I want to lead a group of guards to follow them."

Elaena and Benjen exchanged glances, and Benjen said, "Don't worry, brother, Ely and I will follow them."

"I'll go with you," Eddard said as he mounted one of the riderless horses. "Jory, Hallis Mollen, and Desmond, accompany me. Let the other guards stay here to accompany our guests."

5 minutes later

As Alyssane and Vaella approached a point where a bridge spanned a snowy stream, they spotted Jon and Daenerys engaged in a spirited snowball fight, their laughter echoing through the crisp night air. The heartwarming scene brought smiles to the their faces.

Meanwhile, Torrhen stood at the edge of the forest, his boots buried in the snow, his hood pushed back to reveal a tousled mane of hair that shimmered under the moon and stars. His gaze seemed lost in deep contemplation, and an aura of tranquil magic enveloped him, capturing the attention of both Alyssane and Vaella.

The little bird they had noticed earlier returned, circling gracefully around Torrhen, adding an ethereal touch to the scene.

Vaella leaned towards Alyssane, her voice a soft whisper amidst the rustling leaves. "I've never encountered someone with such serene magic. It makes me want to protect him, and wander these woods by his side."

Alyssane nodded in agreement, her eyes never leaving Torrhen. "I feel the same way, Vaella."

Torrhen, unaware of their hushed conversation, continued to contemplate the forest, his expression tinged with sadness.

Curiosity piqued Alyssane's interest, prompting her to approach Torrhen quietly. "Does your little feathered friend have a name?" she inquired with genuine curiosity.

As Torrhen noticed Alyssane's approach, his cheeks flushed slightly. He was about to respond when he felt someone approaching from behind. Strong yet gentle arms encircled him in a warm embrace, and a head rested on his shoulder. He heard a voice, "Don't leave us so abruptly." It was Vaella. She, too, was curious about the bird.

Torrhen turned to them, a serene smile gracing his lips as he answered Alyssane's question. "His name is Thorondor. He's been my friend for several years now."

At that moment, both girls noticed that Torrhen was cradling something small wrapped in his coat, and they also observed that something enormous lay in the snow just a few meters from where they stood.

"All mighty Arrax!" exclaimed Alyssane in alarm as she unsheathed her sword upon seeing the colossal creature resting in the snow.

"It won't harm us; it's dead" Torrhen said sadly as he gently touched Alyssane's hand. She had been gripping her sword tightly, teeth clenched, but Torrhen's voice and delicate touch calmed her.

At the same time, Torrhen was quite impressed as he beheld the Valyrian Steel sword she wielded.

Jon and Daenerys, who had ceased their playful snowball fight upon hearing Alyssane's cry, decided to approach. Before doing so, they collected five small figures that were also carefully wrapped and protected in small leather pouches that Jon had brought with him.

Vaella Balaerys, who had managed to tear her eyes away from the Direwolf at that moment, finally turned and realized what Torrhen was holding. She let out a cry of excitement.

"The pup resembled a tiny mass of grey fur, its eyes tightly shut. It nuzzled against Torrhen's chest, its small nose exploring the contours of his leather attire as it emitted soft whimpers. Vaella cautiously extended her hand."

"Go ahead," Torrhen told her. "Touch him; it's alright."

She gave the pup a quick and nervous caress. "Here," Torrhen placed the pup in Vaella's arms.

"There are six in total," he said, turning to look at Jon and Daenerys, who were holding the other five pups.

"Vaella settled onto the snowy ground, cradling the pup against her face. She could feel the gentle caress of its velvety, warm fur against her cheek."

A Couple of minutes later

Jory Cassel and Desmond were the first to arrive. Desmond had been laughing and joking while on horseback, but as soon as he dismounted and approached where the kids were, he caught sight of what was near them, and his expression changed to one of fear.

"Gods of the forest!" Jory Cassel exclaimed as he instinctively drew his sword.

"Stay away from that!" Jory yelled, his hand firmly on the hilt of his sword, addressing Torrhen, Jon, and their Valyrian guests.

Elaena, who had arrived with Benjen and Eddard, was consumed by curiosity. She swiftly dismounted and hurried over to where the kids were. Her heart raced as she advanced through the snow. Upon reaching them, she encountered a massive, dark, lifeless form partially buried in the blood-stained snow. The dense gray fur was adorned with ice crystals.

Eddard, Benjen, and the accompanying guards who had also arrived observed the lifeless creature in sheer wonder. They noticed the lifeless eyes and a mouth brimming with sharp teeth. However, what left the strongest impression on them was its sheer size, easily twice that of the largest hound in Winterfell's kennels.

"What in the seven hells is this monster?" Mollen exclaimed, his astonishment evident. "It's colossal!"

"It's no monster," Elaena said calmly. "It's a direwolf. They are much larger than regular wolves. Ben and I saw many of them north of the Wall in the years we spent there."

"It's been five hundred years since a direwolf was seen south of the Wall," Benjen mused, exchanging a worried glance with his wife, Elaena.

"Well, now I'm seeing one," Jory Cassel said, looking impressed.

"It's an omen," Benjen said. Elaena nodded in agreement.

"It's just a dead animal, Ben," Eddard said with a furrowed brow.

"We have so much to discuss with your brother about what we learned and saw in the North," Elaena whispered to Benjen as they observed Eddard approaching the deceased direwolf.

Eddard appeared deeply concerned, his steps crunching the snow beneath his boots as he circled the massive body of the dead creature. "What killed it?" he pondered, his gaze fixed on the giant wolf's lifeless form.

Something near the direwolf's throat drew his attention. Eddard knelt, and after a tense moment, he extracted an object for all to see—a long piece of deer antler, and soaked in blood.

"It's incredible that she lived long enough to give birth," Eddard said as he glanced at Jon, Torrhen, and the Valyrians accompanying them, cradling the little direwolf pups. He tossed the antler aside and wiped his hands clean in the snow.

"Maybe she wasn't alive when the pups were born," Benjen suggested, his gaze fixed on the lifeless Direwolf, concern etched on his face. "five hundred years since a direwolf has been seen south of the Wall," he murmured thoughtfully, glancing at Elaena, who shared his unease. Both of them remembered Leaf's words about signs that foretold the return of the Others.

Jory Cassel, in agreement with Benjen, added, "I concur. Perhaps she had already passed when the pups were born."

"Born from the midst of death," Hallis, another of the guards, chimed in, "an even grimmer omen."

"It's of no consequence," Desmond remarked grimly, "soon enough, they will share the same fate."

Daenerys, who was petting one of the pups and overheard the conversation, let out a cry of consternation.

"Sooner is better," Mollen agreed, drawing his sword. "Bring that beast over here, Torrhen."

"Noooo!" Vaella exclaimed fiercely. The pup Torrhen had handed her a moment ago had nestled against her as if it could hear and understand. "It's Torrhen's!"

Elaena, who had been attentively following the conversation, noticed how the eyes of her daughter Alyssane and Vaella subtly began shifting in color from violet to red. Aware of the significance of this change, she quickly approached them from behind and placed both hands on their shoulders. In that moment, both of them turned to look at her, and with a stern gaze, Elaena silently conveyed to them to cease their actions.

"Put that sword down, Mollen," Torrhen said firmly. For a moment, his voice sounded as imperious as his father's, as the lord he would one day become. "We're keeping the pups." He then noticed Vaella and Alyssane were smiling at him, and so were his uncle Benjen and Elaena, both showing approval.

"It's impossible, lad," Mollen said, his voice tinged with skepticism. "These are wild creatures."

"Life in these woods can be cruel, Torrhen," Desmond added somberly. "We'd be showing them mercy by ending it swiftly."

Torrhen turned his imploring gaze towards his father, hoping for a different verdict. Instead, all he found was a furrowed brow.

"What Desmond says holds truth, my son," Eddard replied solemnly. "These woods are unforgiving, and a quick death is far more merciful than the suffering they might endure, be it from cold, hunger, or something far worse."

Jon, who had been silent until now, decided to speak up. "Forgive my boldness, Lord Stark," he began formally, capturing the attention of everyone present, "but these creatures are direwolves, revered beings in the ancient traditions of the First Men."

Torrhen looked at Jon with newfound hope, while Elaena and Benjen exchanged surprised glances at Jon's words.

Jon continued, "There are six pups in total - four males and two females. The direwolf, the symbol of House Stark, has long represented the strength and unity of your noble House. These pups are destined for your legitimate children, my lord."

Eddard regarded Jon thoughtfully, pondering this unexpected perspective. A contemplative silence filled the air, marked by exchanged glances among the onlookers. In this moment, Torrhen gained a deep appreciation for Jon. Despite his youthful age of fifteen, Jon displayed a profound understanding of the situation. The numbers Jon presented made perfect sense, for he had considered not only the Stark boys but also the girls, and even Rickon, the youngest and still an infant.

Eddard eventually broke the silence with a warm smile, addressing Jon with newfound understanding. "Wouldn't you want to keep one of these pups for yourself, Jon?"

But Jon stood his ground, his resolve unshaken. "While the direwolf stands as the symbol of House Stark," he replied respectfully, "I am a Targaryen, not a Stark, Father."

In that moment, Elaena, Daenerys, and Alyssane, though taken aback by Jon's response, looked at him with pride.

Eddard continued to study Jon thoughtfully, his expression inscrutable. Torrhen felt compelled to speak, aiming to alleviate the tension that hung in the air.

"I'll feed mine myself, Father," he said eagerly. The pup squirmed in his arms and affectionately licked his face with a warm tongue.

"It's easy to say, but you'll find that doing it isn't as simple," his father replied after a long and scrutinizing look at his son. Eddard continued, "I won't allow the servants to waste their time on this. If you want to keep those pups, you'll have to feed and care for them yourself, Torrhen. Understood?" Torrhen nodded eagerly, the puppy still wriggling with joy in his arms, its warm tongue continuing to shower him with affection.

Eddard continued, his tone firm, "You'll also need to train them. The kennelmaster won't have anything to do with these creatures, I assure you. And may the gods help you if you neglect them, mistreat them, or fail to train them. They're not common dogs; they won't perform tricks for food, and they won't run away if you kick them. A direwolf is a formidable beast, capable of tearing a man's arm off as easily as a dog can kill a rat. Are you sure you're up for this responsibility?"

"Yes, Father," Torrhen affirmed confidently.

"Despite all your efforts, it's important to understand that the pups may still face a dire fate," Eddard warned.

Torrhen's determination remained unshaken. "They won't die," he declared with unwavering resolve. "I won't allow it."

Alyssane Targaryen, overhearing Torrhen's unwavering commitment, felt her heart race, a warmth spreading within her that had nothing to do with her fire magic.

Eddard briefly glanced at his son, then turned to Jon, who had been observing the scene attentively. Finally, he exchanged a meaningful look with his brother Benjen and Elaena, who were both wearing smiles. Returning his gaze to Torrhen, he nodded in approval.

"Very well, then," Eddard said with a decisive tone. "Jory, Desmond, gather the remaining pups. It's time we make our way back to Winterfell."

Torrhen was savoring the sweet taste of victory. He carried the pup in the folds of his leather clothing to keep it warm and protected from the cold wind. He wondered what name he would give it. At that moment, he felt like he was being watched. It was Vaella and Alyssane watching him with shining eyes. "He is not just a beautiful face; he's much more than that. I wasn't wrong when I sensed his tranquil magic," Alyssane thought, and in that moment, her fierce impulsiveness made her leap at him and hug him.

They were on their way to the horses when, as they approached them, Jon abruptly halted on the bridge.

"What's amiss, Jon?" Elaena inquired, her brows furrowing with curiosity.

"Do you not hear it?" he responded.

Elaena, attentive to her surroundings, registered the rustling of leaves in the wind, the rhythmic cadence of hooves on the wooden bridge, and the faint cries of the hungry pups. However, Jon seemed attuned to something beyond these sounds.

"I've got it," Jon added.

Intrigued gazes followed Jon as he retraced his steps, kneeling by the side of the deceased Direwolf. Moments later, he returned, a serene smile gracing his face.

"This one must have strayed from the others," he conjectured.

Daenerys, who had been observing the pup Jon now cradled, beamed at him. Jon, in response, smiled back warmly. The pup's fur was pristine white, a striking departure from the gray coats of its littermates. Its eyes, a vivid shade of crimson, held an eerie allure.

Elaena couldn't help but find it unusual that this particular pup already had its eyes open, while the others remained sightless. She discreetly mentioned this observation to Benjen, who too had noticed the anomaly.

"It appears to be an albino," Jory Cassel mused, his thoughts drifting.

"It's possible that it might not survive as long as the others," he speculated.

However, Jon's resolve remained unshaken. He gazed at the albino pup with unwavering determination.

"No, Jory," he stated firmly, laying claim to the pup. "This one is mine." As he spoke, he sensed Daenerys standing beside him, her hand finding his.

WINTERFELL 298 AC

Three hours had passed since Ned had departed with Lady Olenna, and Catelyn was growing a bit nervous. She had already spoken with Robb, instructing him to send more guards, including Ser Rodrik Cassel, if the delay grew longer. Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly noticed a bard who had just arrived at the festivities, dressed in a very distinctive outfit, capturing the attention of all the guests.

"My name is Marillion," the bard proclaimed. He continued, "I take pride in being the most traveled bard of the Seven Kingdoms, winning the admiration of those who have heard my voice. I've been in the Shadowlands, in Asshai; I've sung in the court of the Emperor of Yi Ti, before the Dothraki in the Dothraki Sea, and I even ventured to Valyria, where the Dragonlords bore witness to my tales."

Amidst the laughter of some attendees and sensing that he had their full attention, Marillion went on, "In my latest adventure, I crossed the Wall, that lawless and wild land, where I learned a marvelous tale from some wildlings. It's the story of a valiant crow accompanied by a lady who, according to the wildlings, hailed from Valyria. Together, they bravely faced savage warriors."

Upon hearing this, Robb exchanged glances with his siblings, and his sister Arya whispered, "Uncle Benjen and Aunt Elaena." Margaery, who stood beside Robb, noticed the sudden change in his expression.

Seeing that he had the crowd's rapt attention, Marillion took up his lute and began to sing:

🎶 In the Savage North where the wind does wail,

Two souls at Fist, where destinies set sail.

A raven with keen eyes, and a fiery dame,

With snowy white hair, together they came. 🎶

🎶 Oh, the raven and the lady, in lawless land,

Two valiant souls, united, hand in hand.

Oh, the raven and the lady, their legend did arise,

Two fearless hearts, in history's endless skies. 🎶

🎶 The free folk trembled at their mighty sight,

The raven with sharp eyes, and the fiery light.

Swords ablaze and eyes burning red,

They forged a circle of fire, where courage spread. 🎶

🎶 Oh, the raven and the lady, in lawless land,

Two valiant souls, united, hand in hand.

Oh, the raven and the lady, their legend did arise,

Two fearless hearts, in history's endless skies. 🎶

🎶 The leader of the free folk watched in awe,

The lady with snowy hair marked their destiny's draw.

Savage warriors trapped within her flame,

Two strangers, powerful, in this wild game. 🎶

🎶 Oh, the raven and the lady, in lawless land,

Two valiant souls, united, hand in hand.

Oh, the raven and the lady, their legend did arise,

Two fearless hearts, in history's evermore. 🎶

🎶 In wild lands, their legend did bloom,

The raven and the lady, defying dark and gloom.

An ancient song, their immortal lore,

Two brave souls, in history's evermore. 🎶

🎶 Oh, the raven and the lady, in lawless land,

Two valiant souls, united, hand in hand.

Oh, the raven and the lady, their legend did arise,

Two fearless hearts, in history's endless skies. 🎶

Catelyn gasped and murmured, "Benjen and his wife," while at the same time, she observed her children exchanging glances at the other table. Arya, in particular, looked proud.

At that moment, one of the guards approached Catelyn and said, "My lady, your husband has just arrived with the new guests."

Casterly Rock 298 AC

In the heart of Casterly Rock, Kevan Lannister lay sound asleep in his chambers. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the room, painting a serene picture of the night's tranquility. But the peace would soon be shattered.

Abruptly, the door burst open, and two guards, clad in the crimson and gold of House Lannister, stormed in. They were in a state of visible agitation, their armor clinking with urgency. Kevan stirred, his brows furrowing as he blinked away the remnants of his dreams. He sat up, the frown on his face deepening.

"What in the name of the Seven Hells is going on?" Kevan inquired, his voice laced with annoyance.

One of the guards, visibly nervous, stammered out their report, "Lord Kevan, forgive the disturbance, but we've heard strange noises emanating from the deepest bowels of Casterly Rock."

Kevan frowned, his curiosity piqued. He knew well that the fortress held secrets, depths that had remained unexplored for thousand of years. "The part we could never access," he muttered to himself.

With a sense of foreboding, he swung his legs out of bed and reached for his robe. It wasn't often that such an enigma presented itself in the heart of their ancient seat.

As Kevan descended deeper into the labyrinthine passages of Casterly Rock, the air grew colder, and the stone walls seemed to close in around him. The echoing footsteps of his boots reverberated through the dimly lit corridors.

The distant hum of an unknown source resonated through the rock, a sound like something awoken from the depths of time. It sent shivers down his spine as he ventured further into the forgotten recesses.

Kevan finally arrived at the entrance of a chamber that had been sealed off for millenia, a place no Lannister had ever been able to access. He could hear the mysterious sounds growing louder from beyond the sealed door, a hint of secrets long lost.

As Kevan stood before the sealed door, he could sense something extraordinary happening within. An ancient brazier flickered to life with a spectral blue flame, its ethereal glow casting an eerie pallor across the chamber. The room was filled with the soft rustling of ancient texts, the whisper of scrolls unfurling, and the faint, ghostly presence of those who had walked these forgotten halls millennia ago.

Beyond the wall 298 AC

Tormund Giantsbane was on a hunting expedition, accompanied by his fiery wildling companion, Ygritte, who was still in her youth. They moved through the rugged terrain, their keen eyes scanning the snow-covered landscape for any signs of game.

The biting wind whipped around them, but Tormund and Ygritte were seasoned warriors of the north, impervious to the cold's bite. As they trudged through the snow, their breath formed frosty plumes in the frigid air.

Ygritte, her youthful energy uncontainable, suddenly piped up, "Uncle, your key!"

Tormund, taken aback by her words, instinctively reached for the ancient key he wore around his neck. It was a relic passed down through generations, a key to memories and stories of a time when their ancestors were known as the Casterlys, a history stretching back millennia. For years, it had been nothing more than a weathered trinket.

Yet, as his fingers closed around the key, he noticed something extraordinary. The key, ancient and wrought with the craftsmanship of a bygone era, was glowing with a soft, ethereal blue light. It cast a gentle radiance on the snowy ground beneath him.

Tormund's bushy red beard bristled with awe, and his wild eyes widened in astonishment. He had never seen the key behave this way before. It was as though it held a newfound power, awakened by the memories of their ancestors.

Ygritte watched in amazement as the key shimmered in Tormund's hand. She spoke, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and excitement, "What does it mean, Uncle Tormund? Why's your key lit up like a nightfire?"

Tormund, his heart pounding with a mixture of wonder and trepidation, could only offer a simple shrug. He had no answers, only the undeniable feeling that this key held the promise of an adventure beyond anything they had ever known