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Chapter 32

Galadriel stood on the balcony of her window, gazing at the sunrise. She was well aware that the army would soon march towards the Stormlands to confront the pretender Blackfyre kid, who harboured dreams of becoming king. To be frank, Galadriel had grown weary of wars, finding them increasingly monotonous. For now, she longed to focus on her kingdom and devise a plan to transcend this medieval era. Moreover, Galadriel aspired to be an Empress; the title of Queen simply did not suit her, if she were, to be honest.

"It's quite unfulfilling," Galadriel whispered as she heard someone approaching her from behind.

"Unfulfilling? I hope you're not talking about me," Mya said with a chuckle as Galadriel stared at her naked lover with a smirk.

"You? Never," Galadriel replied with a smile. "But I was simply thinking in all of the wars. I feel that I don't know what is to rule in peaceful times. There is always a person out there who wants to take the ugly throne."

Mya caressed Galadriel's cheeks and kissed her lips tenderly. "I know, but soon all will end. I will make sure of it."

Galadriel was aware that this would soon become the case. She was simply using these conflicts as an opportunity to establish a stronger hold over the Seven Kingdoms. Ultimately, a centralised power needed to be established, and Galadriel was determined to make it happen by any means necessary. Now, how do I strip the seven kingdoms out of their individuality? Mm, I'd speak with Pandora's Actor about this, I think he knows how.

"My hero," Galadriel said before she saw a face on Mya that was quite strange. "What is it, Mya?"

Mya sighed deeply as she looked at her. "Marriage... is it going to happen?"

"Oh," Galadriel hummed. "I guess so. It had to. I supposed there was no other way around it. Need heirs and all of that, as my grandfather gently put it."

"Children," Mya mumbled lowly, almost confused at the word or what she was feeling.

"You don't want me to get married?" Galadriel asked, tilting her head slightly. She concealed her curiosity about Mya's thoughts on the institution of marriage. Deep down, Galadriel knew her marriage was all a facade, lacking any true meaning for her. However, she was intrigued to understand how others perceived it. Marriage, in her eyes, was a form of control. If Galadriel played her cards right, she could manipulate it to not only enhance her own reputation but also steer society towards a more centralised power with a singular ruler and empire. This would gradually diminish the importance of noble houses and all they represented.

Of course, I must find ways to create executive and legislative powers and have them recognised all over the Seven Kingdoms as law. I am the Queen in a supposed absolute monarch, but the great houses still have more control over their respective kingdoms than me. Also, the already written laws are... well, medieval. A constitution will help, but this is the first time I am writing one. And also, I had to do something to force the crown rule to be absolute above all else. Ugh! Politics, so annoying! Galadriel hummed before shaking her head.

Now, focusing on Mya, Galadriel felt that her dear lover had reservations about it. But well, Mya would've had to deal with it, and it was not necessarily about marriage but other things that would soon come. Galadriel wanted more, not only from Mya but also from a few other girls.

"I don't really think my opinion matters, truly. Honestly, I would rather you sleep with that Dornish whore and that annoying flower girl instead of a man, but," Mya sighed. "I knew it would happen. I am quite jealous that I am not the one who can give you children."

Galadriel tilted her head, amused by what she was hearing from Mya. "So, you're telling me that you want to have a cock?"

"Well...! I mean...? Sort of?" Mya mumbled, confused. "I mean, not really. It's just the idea of you thinking of sleeping with a man is disgusting, that's all."

Galadriel let out a snort, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Oh, trust me, it is," she scoffed. "But here's a thought: if I were to have a cock, would that tickle your fancy?" Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she locked her gaze on Mya, who appeared utterly bewildered by her words.

"Uh, well," Mya looked down and then up. "You don't have a cock, so..."

"But if I could have one, would you like it?" Galadriel teased as now Mya could only laugh.

"Yeah, sure, I would love to ride you until my body could not more," Mya replied jokingly. "Look, having wings is one thing, being able to control dragon another. But I draw the line in magical cocks."

"Oh, are you sure about that?" Galadriel replied as a sudden smile appeared on her face.

Mya stared at Galadriel and wasn't sure what to make out of her face; it was that sort of smile that made her feel unease because it was the type of face Galadriel made when she was hiding a secret. "It's not like you... can actually have a magical... dick... right?"

"Be careful out there, my dear, and come back to me, and I may show you something," Galadriel said, kissing Mya's cheek, who suddenly blushed at the thought of Galadriel genuinely being able to do that. It was an insane thought, truly beyond her wildest dreams. Yet, when it came to Galadriel, Mya had learned to always expect the impossible.

"Now, about Arianne and Margaery, it's quite evident how eager they are to be intimate with me. However, I'm well aware that their motivations extend beyond mere physical attraction," Galadriel stated, observing Mya's sudden tension.

"They definitely have their own agenda," Mya grimly responded, her voice tinged with evident jealousy. "It's quite clear that they want to influence your decisions. Margaery's grandmother, without a doubt, desires her granddaughter to be included among your closest circle of advisors. Sleeping with you is a side bonus."

"Am I a side bonus?" Galadriel replied with a chuckle.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes, I know, still, what do you say about me, sleeping with them?" Galadriel asked and saw Mya humming deeply.

"Do you want to?" Mya asked her.

"I've been thinking about it. They are fairly attractive if I am being honest," Galadriel replied and saw hurt in Mya's face; it was quick, but she quickly shook it off.

"I see. Well, I can't stop you from doing whatever you want; you're the Queen, after all," Mya replied, hiding her true feelings from Galadriel.

"You say that, but that's not what you feel," Galadriel replied as she put her arms around Mya.

Galadriel was aware that she might be subtly influencing Mya to be more open to her engaging in intimate relationships with others. This realisation made Galadriel feel as though she was weaponising sex, which she undoubtedly was. It's interesting how my mother has managed to maintain control over Uncle Jaime for all this time. Sex can truly be a powerful tool. Galadriel thought before then she had an idea, one that would undoubtedly make Mya happy in some way, after all.

Galadriel wasn't heartless. She cares for Mya a lot. She was her adorable, obedient, and lovable pet.

"You want me for yourself, isn't it, Mya?" Galadriel whispered huskily, slowly undressing herself.

"It's not fair," Mya groaned as she could not look away from such beauty. She wanted to devour Galadriel in many ways. "You're cheating if you do this."

"I know," Galadriel teased as she enjoyed Mya's hungry touches and kisses. "If you don't mind, I a suggestion that it could make you happy."

"What is it?" Mya asked as she stared at Galadriel, who began whispering in her ear. Soon, Mya's face went in shock as she stared at Galadriel, who had a big smirk on her face.

"What you say? I think that's only fair," Galadriel whispered again.

Mya's face transformed into a wicked, giant smirk as she locked eyes with Galadriel. In an instant, Galadriel could feel Mya's hand forcefully grabbing her buttocks. "If that's what my Queen desires, who am I to object?"

Galadriel moaned as she began to chuckle. "Then, before you leave, I wish to scream your name again."

"It will be my pleasure," Mya grinned as she carried her lover back to bed.


Winterfell felt unfamiliar to Robb, especially the great hall, lacking its usual warmth and hospitality. The castle's quietness stirred up a deep sense of longing in him, leaving him feeling abandoned and disheartened. As he wandered through the halls, the echoes of his siblings' laughter seemed to fill the air. He could almost envision Arya and Brandon playfully exchanging words in the courtyard. He could almost hear his father's gentle voice and see his serene face as he taught Rickon how to ride. Memories of his mother's smile, Sansa's disdainful expression at Arya's jokes, and Jon and Theon honing their sword skills resonated in his mind.

Theon... Robb sighed before Catelyn approached him.

"You haven't slept too much," Catelyn said, as Robb could only nod with a tired expression on his face.

"Jeyne has been having a hard time; she wakes in the middle of the night cold and anxious," Robb whispered. "She blames me for her sickness."

Catelyn couldn't help but chuckle as she responded, "I remember feeling as sick as her when I was pregnant with Sansa. The cold weather didn't make it any easier for me. It was truly dreadful. But Jeyne, she's a resilient woman. You don't need to worry."

"Have you been speaking with her? Are the two of you getting along?" Robb inquired, observing his mother's resigned expression regarding his choice of marrying Jeyne.

"Better than before, but only time will tell, Robb. I don't have anything against her. It's just that you were supposed to marry Lord Walder's Frey's daughter."

"When we were at war."

"Yes, but you gave your oath."

"An oath we no longer need," Robb promptly replied, prompting another sigh from Catelyn. However, she realised that there was no use in continuing to argue about it. It was over, done, for better or worse, and hopefully, Lord Walder Frey would not live to have his revenge.

"I know, Robb. I just hoped we had met in better circumstances," Catelyn whispered.

"We are going to name him Eddard," Robb said, causing Catelyn to freeze in place. She glanced at her son, who smiled at her.

"And if she has a daughter?"

"It's a boy, I know."

Catelyn chuckled and playfully shook her head teasingly as Robb appeared quite certain of the fact that he was going to have a son, "Men, you always think you know best."

Shortly after, Robb and Catelyn's focus shifted towards a duo of guards who promptly made their way to the grand hall of Winterfell.

"Lord Stark," a guard approached them quickly. "Lord Bolton has arrived with the prisoner."

Robb's face became rigid, and his eyes turned cold. "Theon," he whispered as Catelyn's face mirrored Robb's. Both of them had much to ask Theon and much to demand. Not even Theon's death would bring them joy. They were beyond that point.

With each step he took, Robb felt his anger building up, becoming harder and harder to keep in check. He sprinted towards the courtyard, secretly wishing that Theon wouldn't be present. However, as he caught a glimpse of Lord Bolton's emotionless expression, his hopes were dashed. Robb understood that there was no hope left. Theon was there, or what was left of the man he once considered a brother.

Theon looked nothing like Robb remembered. Paled and skinny, his face burned with pain and guilt to the point he could not even bear to look at Robb's eyes.

"Was he tortured?" Robb asked, and Roose Bolton's silence was an affirmation of it.

"My bastard captured him as he was trying to flee," Roose replied, not genuinely answering Robb's question.

"And he tortured him in order to stop him from doing that again?" Robb's cold grey eyes met Roose's Bolton paled eyes. The Lord of the Dreadfort did not reply, but it appeared he didn't need to, as Theon simply spoke for both of them.

"Robb... please..."

The moment Robb heard those words, he almost wanted to be one responsible for whatever torture he endured.

"What you did to my family, Theon," Robb hissed, his voice filled with anger. Theon couldn't bring himself to meet Robb's gaze, knowing that no punishment would ever be enough to make amends.

"Robb, please listen to me," Theon mumbled, almost with not much strength in his voice.

"Silence!" Catelyn snapped back at him. "You have lost all right to speak about what you've done!"

"I-I didn't..." Theon replied. "Robb, please, I didn't kill them."

"What?" Robb whispered. "What do you mean?"

"Rickon, Bran, I swear I didn't kill them. By all gods, I didn't."

Catelyn and Robb were left stunned upon hearing those words. They simply could not believe it. Considering all that Theon had done, how could they possibly trust his words? It seemed impossible to believe that he was actually telling the truth and not just saying something to save himself from being killed.

"They told us two bodies were found, hanging, burned. You mean to tell me they weren't Bran and Rickon?"

"I promise you, Robb, the bodies belong to some boys from the Acorn Water mill. Rickon and Bran, I set them free, they escaped," Theon, with what was left of his strength, looked up and met Robb and Catelyn's gaze. "I know what I have done. I know that I betrayed your trust and don't deserve your mercy. But I swear, to all gods, that they are alive."

Robb's eyes did not leave Theon's, and after looking at him for a few seconds, he knew Theon was speaking the truth. "Where are they?"

"I don't know," Theon replied. "They used the crypts to escape. Hodor was with them. Maybe they'd gone to the Wall?"

"Jon," Robb whispered.

"It's the only safe place for them to be," Catelyn whispered, as even if she had despised Jon, she knew that they would have been safe with him there.

"I need to write to Castle Black," Robb whispered before looking at Theon one more time. "This changes nothing, Theon."

"I know," Theon replied, his voice broken.

"Take him away and lock him in cells," commanded Robb. As he watched Theon being dragged away, a pang of pain pierced his heart. But whatever he felt, Robb could not turn away from his duties. Theon's betrayal had ended the lives of many Northerners, who would want nothing but revenge. The Ironborn had destroyed and brought so much pain that it was Robb's duty to do what was right for the people of the North.

But it didn't make it easier on him.

"Mother..."

"We need to tell your sisters," Catelyn interrupted him. "They need to know."

"Yes... yes, of course," Robb replied, his voice trailing off as a sudden gust of cold wind sent a shiver down his spine. A sense of foreboding washed over him, a feeling that something was amiss, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Winter is coming," he murmured, the words escaping his lips as a whisper.


Tyrion nonchalantly sipped his wine, unfazed by any worries or troubles. He would have found immense satisfaction in the moment if only Cersei hadn't rudely interrupted his drink with Pod. Now, he had to deal with his sister's frown as she walked around the place.

"You've been walking in circles for the last half an hour," Tyrion muttered. "You're making me dizzy."

Cersei quickly glanced at him, a smile forming on her lips. However, her smile lacked any trace of joy. "So, you're celebrating your upcoming marriage?" she teased, observing as Tyrion's expression shifted into a mix of anger and resentment.

"It's not yet confirmed," Tyrion replied hissingly.

Cersei's voice was barely audible. She whispered, "Not yet. Don't be foolish. You're well aware that Father despises the idea of bestowing upon you a beautiful maiden like Sansa. He only relented in the end because he saw no way out."

"Yes, Jaime made it very clear that he would rather take the black than marry someone else," Tyrion said before taking another sip of wine. "I'll grant him that. I've never seen father that angry before."

Cersei hummed before sitting down in front of Tyrion and filling her cup again. "But it's over. You're going to marry her. There's no way Robb Stark would not take the opportunity to do it. It's just like Father and Galadriel said. They need the support of the South, and you know how persuasive Galadriel can be."

Tyrion chuckled dryly as if he could only shake his head. He hated to admit it, but marrying Sansa was not something he truly detested thinking about, and that was the horrifying truth of all of this. "Hurrah for me, I suppose, for having such a beautiful niece who wishes nothing but the best for her uncle."

"Enjoy. Sansa is a beauty, a young maiden waiting to be married and have children," Cersei chuckled without real joy in her voice.

"If I recall correctly, you have a suitor standing ready for you, or rather, sitting in this situation," Tyrion remarked, relishing Cersei's expression of disgust.

"I won't be marrying Willas Tyrell," Cersei replied quickly.

"I remember saying the same thing about my marriage."

"Well, you're not me," Cersei said as Tyrion chuckled at Cersei's naivety.

"Obviously, I am too good-looking," Tyrion joked, and surprisingly, that earned Cersei a giggle.

"Funny," Cersei said between chuckles.

"I'll try," Tyrion responded. However, his gaze remained fixed on Cersei, and their shared understanding was evident that their fate was beyond their control. Regardless of their desires, they would inevitably be forced into marriage, whether they wanted it or not. However, if Tyrion could be honest, he would be quite intrigued about how Galadriel would convince her mother to follow through with the scheme.

"Still, how do you plan to avoid this new marriage?" Tyrion asked as Cersei seemed deep in thought.

"I'll go talk to Galadriel. She needs me by her side, and I won't be leaving her alone," Cersei muttered, her face suddenly clouded with a dark expression. "I already lost Myrcella and Tommen. I won't be losing her too."

"Lost? No, they haven't vanished or disappeared in a puff of smoke," Tyrion responded with a touch of amusement. However, he understood the underlying meaning behind Cersei's words. The marriages of Tommen and Myrcella had deeply wounded Cersei's heart and troubled her thoughts. Why? Tyrion believed Cersei was realising she was losing control over her children's lives and that she was no longer the power in the realm.

Her pride is slowly fading away. Desperation is sinking deep. Tyrion thought.

"You know what I mean. Tommen getting betrothed to Stannis's daughter of all people, and my daughter shipped to Dorne to marry those sheep fuckers," Cersei snapped at him.

"It's a good political manoeuvre from our queen, all things considered," Tyrion added, earning him a glare from Cersei. "And you have to admit it."

"I don't care about it being a political manoeuvre. They are my children, and they should be with me."

Cersei hissed as she emptied her cup with one sip, wasting no time before refilling it again.

"You'll find it hard to do, Galadriel will have to marry soon after all, and there is a long list of potential suitors waiting for her," Tyrion said, and Cersei only glared at him.

"I know."


Lupusregina found herself unsure of her current location and how she had arrived there. She remembered being in the throne room, filled with anticipation for something. However, the memory was hazy, and before she knew it, she was standing in the midst of a desolate, frigid forest devoid of any signs of life.

Was it a punishment for something she did or said? Were the Supreme Beings angry at her? Lupusregina wasn't sure. However, she could honestly believe it, especially since her only source of information was a pair of humans who were quite unattractive to her liking.

"We're west of Castle Black, but the Nightfort's closest to us," Sam said joyfully. "It was the first castle on the Wall. The Watch abandoned it during the reign of King Jaehaerys I. Too big. Impossible to maintain. Other than Castle Black itself, the Nightforts's the perfect castle for us. It got a secret Sally port and the Black Gate as old as the Wall itself! No one's used it in centuries, most likely."

"You speak a lot, eh?" Lupusregina stopped Sam from speaking too much, and he blushed at the moment he stared at Lupusregina's quite lustful body.

Of course, how could he not? Lupusregina's beauty was so captivating that it was impossible to look at her without wondering what she looked like underneath her clothes.

"Well, I've only ever been good at reading books, not much of anything else," Sam replied quickly.

"Does books actually say all of that?" Gilly asked softly.

"Most things, I supposed," Sam said.

"Mm, I see," Lupusregina hummed before wondering what she should do.

"Miss, eh..."

"Call me Lupusregina!" exclaimed the cheerful she-wolf, flashing a smile towards the two humans.

"Lupusregina, um, where are you from? Are you from Essos? Pentos, perhaps?"

"Uh, what's Pentos?" Lupusregina tilted her head in confusion. "I've never heard of that place."

"Really? You've never heard of Essos?" Sam asked, now looking at how the red-haired woman simply tilted her head in confusion.

"No," Lupusregina replied. "I came from a place called Nazarick. Have you heard about it?"

"Nazarick...? I don't think I have."

"I see," Lupusregina sighed, a deep sense of frustration in her voice. If only my sisters were here, they would know exactly what to do. I feel so lost! Lupusregina may not have been the most intelligent of the Pleiades, but she always gave it her best shot. However, it would be an understatement to say that she wasn't completely overwhelmed by the current situation. She had absolutely no idea what steps she should take next.

"Lady... Lupusregina, aren't you cold?" Gilly asked, noticing the strange clothes Lupusregina was wearing.

"No at all," Lupusregina replied.

"Really? It's freezing cold!" Sam added with shock on his face.

"Mm, truly? Well, I was created to be perfect, so mundane things like cold don't affect me," Lupusregina replied with a smile.

"Wait, created? What do you mean created?" Sam asked, confused.

Lupusregina glanced at Sam, the little fat human and smirked with arrogance and pride. "All of me," Lupusregina pointed at her body. "Was created by the Supreme Beings."

Sam gulped, and even Gilly. "Who are these Supreme Beings?" He asked.

Lupusregina hesitated to respond, realising that revealing the true nature of the situation in a careless manner could potentially cause trouble for Nazarick, wherever they may be. Could this be a test from my lady? Is she observing how I handle such matters? I must not disappoint her! Lupusregina thought before coughing loudly.

"It's a secret, Pyum~!" Lupusregina said while posing cutely; however, for Gilly and Sam, it was simply a weird thing to do.

"So, this Jon Snow person, is he trustworthy?" Lupusregina asked as Sam nodded fervently.

"Yes! I owe him my life," Sam replied loudly. "He is the best of the Night's Watch fighters."

I don't care about your life, human. Lupusregina chuckled softly to herself, showing her indifference towards the human's life. As they approached the Wall, her eyes widened at the sight of the colossal structure, prompting her to let out a low whistle. The sheer size of it surpassed even that of Gargantua, leaving her in awe.

"Fuu~! This is a big piece of ice!" Lupusregina exclaimed loudly. "It's bigger than Gargantua!"

"Who?" Sam asked as Lupusregina simply shrugged his question.

"No one, don't worry. So, is this Jon Snow going to help me?" Lupusregina asked.

"Well, if there is someone who can help you, it is him."

Lupusregina hummed loudly. "Let's see."