Winds of Change

Chapter 12: Prepping for a Journey

AN: Hello all it's been a while. Firstly thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed, favorited and asked for chapter updates. Now as you can see I've changed my penname mostly so people will know that the stories I post on other sites aren't stolen and are from me. Also for those that don't know this was supposed to be a heavy smut story initially but I got carried away and it became something else. The smut will come but I may just keep that on AO3 as FFN has had another purge. Also I introduce some knew characters in this chapter so I hope you enjoy them even though I'm not good at character descriptions. Anyway with that out of the way here is the new chapter.

296 A.C

The sounds of hammers falling, and metal scraping echoed throughout the cavernous space as blacksmiths and apprentices went about their work. The heat was immense, and bodies could be seen coated in sweat thanks to the flames of the multiple forges. It was within this place that Jonaerion Targaryen could be found as he went about his work, now no longer a student but a full-fledged smith in his own right. Though he was closer in age to 70 his appearance was much younger as that of his 14-year-old self as he hadn't actually aged in years which had both positive and negative effects on his life. On the positive side he'd been able to learn much and spend time engaged in each of his different interests yet at the same time he was still treated as a boy of his real chronological age by some especially his family.

In the forges however, he was treated as befitting someone of his skill and talent as a blacksmith having created many works. Over the years he'd come to be rather well known for his weapons as he had created quite a few by this point and even a few armors as well. At the moment he was working on what he considered his master collection, his highest quality works all of which he was planning on granting as gifts aside from those he would create for himself. At the moment he was still only in the designing phase, as he was lacking the materials he'd like to use in the creation of the pieces. Already he had finished his designs for Rhaenys, Aegon, Dani, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Ygritte, Bran and was currently working on the design he had in mind for Rickon. Though the youngest of the Stark brood was not yet old enough to even think about training he could not bring himself to not include the boy. That still left Naella, Alara and Visenya though for the life of him he was drawing a blank on what to design for his younger sisters.

Setting down his quill he looked over the design for what would become Rickon's weapon and ran a critical eye over it before nodding in satisfaction. Knowing that he'd have to allow time for the ink to dry he stood and left the small office that was attached to his personal workshop locking both up behind him. He was one of the few people to have a personal workshop within the facility in Chuidan, mostly because he was one of the few who had never left, the others being the Northbrooks, specifically Gendry and Mya. Eldric instead of becoming a smith like his siblings had taken to the sea and had become a companion of his uncle Brandon. As he made his way through the facility he returned greetings but didn't stop to speak with anyone as he made his way through the caverns.

Chuidan was the only place he knew of with forges built underground and according to Jiraiya it had been done that way as a bit of an homage to creatures called dwarves that he'd met during his travels. Dwarves, however, were hardy creatures according to him, very different than the likes of Tyrion Lannister and as such he'd had to make some modifications such as ways to have air circulate throughout the place. That did nothing for the heat but that didn't really bother Jon as neither heat nor cold really affected him. A winch elevator took him from the forge level up to the main entrance which was the mouth of a cave through which he stepped and was greeted to fresh open air.

From the entrance it was not a long walk back to the more populated area of Sunshire and as such before long he was walking the streets he'd grown as familiar with as Wintertown in the time he'd lived here. He was greeted brightly by many he passed which he returned though he did not stopped. During his travels through the country he'd learned the truth of the residents of the land and well understood how amorous its people were. He had been invited to share many a bed both during their travels and upon their return, yet the same had happened with his ladies and he'd discovered himself to be quite possessive. He knew his sister and aunt were also quite amorous, yet their number of lovers was small and outside of himself were all of the fairer sex as well, namely Ygritte, Missandei, Obara and Nymeria.

As possessive as he was of his ladies it seemed they were the opposite, while they were greedy with his affection all had admitted they liked to see him conquer other women. To this point the only women he'd actually bedded were few, though not for the lack of trying on behalf of Rhaenys and Daenerys. Ygritte wasn't as interested in such things though had encouraged him to steal whomever he liked. His destination was his fathers office in the Azure Tower which was the center point of the village where all the administrative duties of the place were handled. His fathers arrival had long been foreseen and though it hadn't happened immediately governance of Sunshire had eventually been granted to him and his office was on the uppermost floor of the tower.

Entering the tower he was greeted by Ser Arthur who looked surprised to see him though quickly fell in step with him. This was no surprise as Ser Arthur was the head of his own guard that he shared with Aegon, the Kingsguard Order had been reorganized into a larger Royal Guard with each of the former Kingsguard knights charged with the protection of different members of the royal family. Ser Gerald Hightower was of course the head of his father's guard, Ser Barristan his grandmothers, Prince Lewyn his mother Elia, Ser Oswell Whent his actual mother Lyanna, Ser Jonothor Darry had Rhaenys and Daenerys. Of course despite these duties they were all still the ones who guarded his father, while they had others who guarded them.

Thankfully he didn't have to climb the stairs all the way to his fathers office, instead taking the winch elevator up to the top floor. Once the lift stopped and the gate opened he stepped out into the area just outside of his fathers office the doors of which were framed by Ser Gerald and Ser Barristan. Upon seeing him Ser Gerald knocked on the door and poked his head in for several moments before pulling back and opening the door. Nodding in greeting to both knights he stepped through and was not surprised when the door closed behind him.

"Greetings my son, to what do I owe this surprise visit?" questioned Rhaegar.

"Hello father, I've actually come seeking your council." Said Jon causing his father to raise an eyebrow.

"Truly, then I shall endeavor to aid as much as I can." Said Rhaegar inviting Jon to sit.

"I've come across a complication with my latest project. While the designs are completed I fear I don't have the materials to do them justice. I have contemplating using other materials yet cannot bring myself to do so." Explained Rhaegar.

"Strange, I was under the impression that we have all the ore we would need to provide for our blacksmiths."

"True, all but one." Said Jon getting his father to pause.

"You speak of Valyrian Steel." Said Rhaegar frowning.

"Yes. I've tried Astral Projection to go back and see the process of creating it but I'm always blocked. Lord Matalar has however relented and stated he would allow me to learn the process but only if I venture to Valyria." Said Jon

Rhaegar frowned at that. Lord Matalar Vaeltalos was one he was familiar with from his own time studying, one of the ruling archons, a scholar and a sorcerer. He'd actually been the one to teach Rhaegar the art of Firebending along with a host of other things he used to this day.

"Valyria is a dangerous place, despite the miasma that once covered it being lifted there are still many dangers there. Still as it happens there have been discussions about sending a team out to explore the ruins and recover whatever is salvageable." Said Rhaegar.

"Would I be permitted to go?" questioned Jon.

"Perhaps. You would need to leave your dragon, Nightwing I fear is too young to make such a voyage."

This Jon could only agree with. It had only been a year Yokai's time since the dragons hatched and while they've grown a bit they were still babies.

"Who would you take with you?" questioned Rhaegar.

"Robb, Aegon, Dani, Rhae, Ygritte, Loras, Sam and Dickon." Said Jon.

"Quite the group, Obara, Nymeria and Tyene would need to go as well considering they are part of your sisters guard." Said Rhaegar

"I am aware guards would be sent but hadn't given thought of who yet that was the next step." Said Jon.

"I will speak with your mothers about this and get back to you." Said Rhaegar getting a nod.

"Now then I have some cake your grandmother made if you'd like some." Said Rhaegar causing Jon's eyes to light up.

Rhaenys Targaryen had excelled in her training, not just as a Princess of House Targaryen but as a warrior. As a daughter of Houses Targaryen and Martell she was capable of not only Firebending, but Water and Earth Bending as well and had gotten plenty of practice. In terms of armed combat she had been trained with spears, axes and swords, was adept in the usage of the hidden blade and had a working knowledge of poisons that she'd learned from her Uncle Oberyn. She was tall for a woman standing at 5'9 with long legs packed with lean muscles. The rest of her form was equally muscled and many claimed her body appeared sculptured by the gods especially with the way her breasts, waist and backside fit her form. Of course thanks to the magic of the island she looked older than she actually was, physically she had the body of her eighteen year old self and according to Tsunade she would remain that way for several more years of the islands time, at least until her actual age matched her appearance.

She had also taken well to her seduction training; she was told she was a natural and many assumed it was her Dornish blood at work at the time. That opinion had been revised in time when her aunt started the training and many now stated it was a combination of her Dornish and Valyrian blood at work. Still those were lessons she fondly remembered and employed more often than people would actually assume. Her training in unarmed hand to hand combat had actually been her favorite, there was something about it that simply got her blood flowing and her excitement levels to rise. While many of the Wolves she knew were trained to end fights quickly those on Chuidan were trained in multiple forms of unarmed combat to the point that they turned their entire bodies into weapons.

At the moment she was applying a mix of her training as she eyed her opponent who stood across from her. Said opponent was none other than Brienne of Tarth who despite the length of time she'd been on Chuidan, and its open sexuality was somehow still a maid. Even her uncle Oberyn and aunt Ellaria had tried and failed in tasting her despite their efforts. Rhaenys however would not be denied and seeing her resistance to standard seduction had challenged her where her pride was greatest, her physical prowess. No weapons, no bending or other magic, just a pure hand to hand combat spar. The terms were simple if Rhaenys won then Brienne would surrender herself and become a mistress of House Targaryen serving not just her but Jon and Dani as well. Should Brienne win then Rhaenys would see to it that any wish Brienne desired she would see granted even something like joining the official Royal Guard of either House Stark or Targaryen.

Brienne had not been able to resist and the two had been going at it for nearly fifteen minutes now breaking every three minutes. She was panting heavily yet a grin was on her face one that was mirrored by the woman opposite her. The both of them were tall for women but Brienne was a full half foot taller than her, and she used that to her advantage slipping into a boxing stance Naruto had taught her, her fist turned inwards guarding her cheeks leaving the top of her head exposed and thus changing her fighting style completely. Brienne eyed her warily at the change but didn't back down as not only was she prideful but giving up would be an immediate forfeit of the terms of the challenge. Moving forward Rhaenys shifted her weight form left to right constantly and as she neared Brienne began throwing out punches which the Targaryen princess dodged either slipping or even ducking under but never slowed.

As Brienne came at her with an overhand right punch Rhaenys slipped beneath the punch and to her left before immediately throwing out a right uppercut of her own landing in the taller woman's right side. The power behind the punch was obvious as it stunned her and folded her just enough so that Rhaenys could nail her with another shot this time with her left that would have struck flush with her jaw if now for the helmet she was wearing. Regardless the force behind the punch was enough that it sent Brienne to the ground immediately.

"That's it match over!" the call came from Dame Kenyse Vass, one of the Wolf trainers who had agreed to oversee their spar.

The call was enough to break Rhaenys and Brienne from their respective dazes, Rhaenys still prepared to continue, and Brienne stunned she'd been bested. They were soon separated and stripped of their training gear, gloves, helmets, mouthguards, and the helmets all but the mouthguards being padded for protection. The mouthguards were something Tsunade had created using tree sap so that no one bit their tongue or lost teeth during training. The crowd made almost solely of trainees cheered while the few adults and older trainees traded coins from the bets that had been taken. Arya Stark was amongst the loudest ones cheering as were Rhaenys's younger sisters Naella, Alara and Visenya all of whom were the same age as Arya and close friends with her.

Soon enough the trainees were all cleared away to get back to work leaving only Rhaenys and Brienne in the space. Brienne approached her not long as the last of them cleared though she was holding one hand on her side causing the Targaryen princess to frown.

"Good fight." Said the Stormlander

"Are you okay?" questioned Rhaenys, she hadn't thought she'd do any actual damage.

"Fine. I took a shot there during a recent mission that's all." Said the woman.

"If I'd known that I would have suggested a later time." Said Rhaenys

"I could have done the same. It's my own fault, I thought the padding would be enough, but you pack a hell of a punch." Said Brienne

"If you want to go again later…" started the teen only to be cut off.

"It's fine. I wasn't hindered much it was just a bit tender, and I think you'd have still won regardless." Said Brienne.

"I see. I'd heard you were the honorable sort, but I wasn't expecting this much." Said Rhaenys a look of genuine respect going between them.

"Now as for the terms of our agreement, I'll expect your presence tonight. Wear something sexy." Said Rhaenys getting a blush from the other woman who could only accept the order for what it was.

While Rhaenys was off acquiring a new conquest, Daenerys Targaryen could be found in her room. Moans rang throughout the room, and she did nothing to contain them instead occupying herself with fisting the hair of the person between her legs. The feeling of the tongue massaging her most intimate area was one she'd grown to quite enjoy in this new life, and she groped at one of her own breasts even as she began grinding her cunt against the mouth feasting on her. Normally it was Missandei in this position but today her friend/lover/handmaiden was out training, and it was actually Ygritte currently bringing her pleasure. They had an entire wing of the rather large manse to themselves with the guards only stationed at the entrance, so she allowed herself to be quite vocal and thus was quite shocked when she looked back down from the ceiling and found her mother standing in front of her. Squealing in shock she pulled away from Ygritte and pulled her discarded dress over to cover her nakedness.

"MOTHER!" exclaimed the girl much to her mother's amusement.

"Really now child acting as if you have something I haven't seen before." Said Rhaella.

Ygritte equally naked wasn't really bothered with the former queens appearance, an attitude from her time living beyond the Wall and as such merely sat back on the couch they were on smirking.

"Is there something you wanted?" questioned Daenerys scowling.

"I wanted to take lunch with my daughter, but you were late, now I understand why." Said the woman much to the mortification of her daughter.

"Go get yourselves cleaned up."

At her words Daenerys fled the room so quickly one would think a wraith was chasing her. Ygritte left the room a bit more calmly following after Daenerys still doing nothing to cover her naked rear and Rhaella had to fight off the temptation to bend the girl over the couch herself. She had never thought about having female sexual partners before their arrival here, but the island and its open sexuality had changed her. The invitation to join Jiraiya and Tsunade's marriage had only been the beginning and both were quite adventurous in the bedroom. Since then she'd done things she'd never even thought about and wondered if sampling a member of one of her grandson's harem would be another thing to check off the list down the line.

Lord Jon Arryn held his head in his hands as he sat at the desk in his office his eyes unfocused as his mind was lost in turmoil. Ruined, it was all ruined, years of plotting to claim the Iron Throne and it had all been ruined, thrown away by his oafish foster son. Robert had never been smart in matters outside of combat but he'd been fine with that knowing that would give him more power and things had been going well with him ruling while Robert went about his immature ways drinking, throwing tourneys, feasts and fucking anything with a pair of tits and a cunt. The problem however was the one cunt he should have been fucking he hadn't and no three bastards with not a lick of Baratheon blood were known as his children.

It was bad enough that Robert was known as a drunken whoremonger but the knowledge that Cersei had cucked him as well would be the final nail in the coffin. Once the news got out, and he needed it to in order to get rid of Cersei and her bastards, he wouldn't be surprised if another great council was called to have Robert removed as King. Many of the minor lords hadn't been happy with Roberts appointment to begin with but hadn't had a voice since that had been a decision of the Wardens. Unfortunately Roberts foolishness had bankrupted the crowns finances and left them in debt to the Lannisters and the Iron Bank. On the one hand he would be using that debt as payment to spare the lives of Cersei and her bastard children but that did nothing to cover the debt owed to the Iron Bank.

Not only that but King's Landing was a snake pit and it hadn't escaped his notice there were far more Lannister men in the city and the castle than both Baratheon and Arryn combined. Of course one may wonder how he had come to figure this out and that was due to the fact that he had been the one to send every one of Roberts bastards to the North all of whom possessed the dark hair and blue eyes that Robert, his brothers and generations of Baratheon's possessed prior to them. Cersei's children by contrast possessed the pale blonde hair and green eyes that she possessed with not even a hint of Baratheon blood showing. As it was he had only had the news confirmed because he sent a missive to his nephew to confirm his suspicions and received a message back that did so. While he could have checked himself, he didn't trust the maester to not give him away especially with the suspicion that order was still under. He would be killed, and Robert wouldn't be far behind, no he had to figure some way out of this mess with both his life and position intact.

"Have you ever thought about fucking your brother?"

The question caught Sansa so off guard she nearly choked on her drink. She was currently in a hot spring with several other girls including Margaery, who was sitting beside her. Such a question would not have surprised her coming from Margaery as she liked to say such things jokingly if only to embarrass her. The problem was the question didn't come from her but from Tyene Martell who had joined them along with Arianne Martell, Mya Northbrook, her aunt Lyanna, Elia Martell-Targaryen, Shaena Targaryen and Shiera Seastar.

"Of course not!" exclaimed Sansa hotly and glaring.

"Don't get mad I'm just asking. I think I would do it if I had a brother?" said Tyene.

"Why would you even think that?" questioned Mya.

"Apparently incestuous couplings are growing in Westeros, so I was curious. What about you Margaery?" Said Tyene

"Not happening. I think Loras would actually wilt if I were in the same space as him naked." Answered the Tyrell heiress yet saying nothing in regard to her other two brothers Sansa noted.

"Mya, you've got several rather strapping brothers." Said Tyene.

"True, but I also have no shortage of people willing to bed me. I have no need for such a thing." Said Mya

This was also true. While not highborn like most of them the bastard daughter of Robert Baratheon had become quite the catch. She was a well-regarded member of the wolves and had by this point been on several missions within Chuidan and in other countries. She was also quite easy on the eyes with long wavy brown hair, blue eyes and a pair of tits that Sansa was both jealous of and wanted to wrap her lips around.

"I think all of us have such an abundance, I just think it would be thrilling." Said Tyene

"I can attest to that." Said Shiera bringing the groups attention to herself.

"There is a certain thrill that comes with such a taboo act." Said the woman.

"You don't count you have Valyrian blood." Said Tyene causing her to shrug which subsequently drew brief attention to her naked breasts.

"Very well, what about you Arianne?" questioned Shiera.

"I have entertained the notion, but I'd never do it. I'd sooner bury Quentyn beneath the sands of Dorne and Trystane is just a boy." Said Arianne.

"You two have been awfully silent over there." Said Shiera.

"The water feels too good." Said Elia her eyes closed as she leaned back against the wall.

"Lyanna?" called Shiera

"Hmn"

"Have you ever thought about sleeping with one of your brothers?" questioned Shiera.

"Brandon." Said Lyanna without opening her eyes surprising several of them.

"I used to hear girls brag about his prowess as a lover growing up. It got to the point where I was really just curious if it was all it was cracked up to be. Never went through with it though." Said Lyanna

"I can vouch for that. She was a maid until her wedding night, at least where it counted." Said Elia

"Enough my niece is here." Said Lyanna.

"The one that wants to fuck your son." Said Elia causing Sansa to blanch while her aunt actually opened an eye and glared at her wife.

"I would never, I swear." Said Sansa quickly.

"You just might if you tempt this land like that again." Said Shiera having been there long enough to experience its effects on a persons libido.

Sansa said nothing just looking down into the water blushing hotly. Her desire for Jon was one that she had tried hard to bury, it was her chief reason for her antagonism with Daenerys in their last life. She had desired Jon badly after the Battle of the Bastards and at the time him being her brother, even a half-brother had bothered her immensely. It was contrary to everything she had learned growing up, yet he had been the only man she had felt both comfortable and safe around in years. She had never felt safe after her father died nor comfortable, Littlefinger hadn't helped with his rather blatant desire for her and the less she thought about the beast Ramsey the better.

Jon however, she had been all too willing to drop her skirts for after they reclaimed Winterfell which both disgusted and aroused her in equal measure back then. Even now there was a part of her that still held that flame of affection and knowing now that he was rightly her cousin didn't dissuade her as much as bedding him as her brother had. Only a few people had known this since she regained her memories, her aunt Lyanna had been one of them. As such she could do nothing but look down and try not to bring any more attention to herself. Or at least that was her intention until she felt a hand settle on her lap and rather expertly slide between her thighs, looking over quickly she spotted Margaery with her face set in its usual calm expression though mirth danced in her eyes even as she slipped a finger inside of her. Deciding that two could play this game she settled her own hand on Margaery and was not surprised to find her thighs already parted enough for her entry.

While this was happening neither of the two girls realized that Lyanna was actually watching them, or rather she was eyeing her niece. Sansa was a very pretty girl, much prettier than she'd been the last time she looked this physical age. She had large breasts for a girl of that age, larger than Lyanna's had been, she was also rather tall with long legs with a curve to her that many admired. She wouldn't be a terribly bad bed partner for Jon, at least while they were on the island and they could be discrete with their dalliances. The Tyrell girl was also quite the beauty but she didn't know if it was worth the risk letting the girl closer to her son. She knew Olenna had only sent the girl to ingratiate her with Jon and Aegon in the first place, but she didn't want to risk trapping either of her boys with that one. She'd have to run it by Elia later in the meantime she decided to be a little naughty herself and with a small motion of her fingers created a rather thick appendage of water and began rubbing it along her wife's slit.

Chuidan's rather open views on sexuality had taken some getting used to. It's priestesses for instance offered rather tantalizing views of their bodies whereas in any other place they would be almost completely covered up. Though in this country being a priest or priestess did not necessarily mean being a follower of religion. The Elemental Priests and Princesses were simply those who practiced elemental magic such as Elemental Bending. There were however many religious priests and priestess not just in the country but on the entire continent of Yohai and all worshiped the Ancients, who those descended from the First Men in Northern Westeros called The Old Gods and Valyrians called the Isu though they were the same Gods though named differently in the regions.

While they worshiped all of the gods and had temples for them around the country they primarily worshiped Freyr whose power was seeped into every inch of the island. This consequently meant that the lands inhabitants had been majorly influenced by that power which could be seen in how much magic they had and how much versatility they wielded it with. As Freyr or Jiraiya was a fertility god however it led to a rather open view of sexuality and while there were no brothels or whores on the entire continent there were temples whose priests and priestesses were well practiced in the carnal arts. Taverns had staff that worked in uniform or even partially and fully nude and it was not strange to see sexual acts committed out in the open in such places.

While the practice of marriage was not widely practiced on the continent it was known and accepted. Children were considered a gift of the gods and were very well treated and protected. Due to the open nature of sexuality, however, there had even been a point where they needed to create a way to determine a child's father magically. It was a widely praised creation as it ensured the child was raised by the correct father. In cases where parents were unable to care for the children financially the duty went directly to the grandparents. Many of the lands newest residents had taken time to get used to the way things worked but they'd adapted eventually.

For Catelyn Stark having spent years in Sunshire she had adapted and though she had been back in Winterfell for years she had been sexually awakened in a way that just living in the North hadn't done before. While she presented herself as the perfect example of a Queen she knew the version of her from the last life would be horrified to see her now, under her husbands desk and sucking his cock even as he held a meeting with his Hand. In her defense she and Ned had already been rather heatedly engaged when the man arrived and knocked on the door to the solar. Rather than leave however she'd slipped under the desk and began lapping at his cock which had already been out. Such an act didn't really phase her, she had been seen rather publicly committing such an act and others even more lewd. While her previous self-had been a Septa in all but name her current self rather enjoyed sex and while she hadn't planned on more children for the moment didn't doubt that more were in her future.

"We received a letter from Lady Branda as well. She is looking for someone to take her place at the bank." Said the Hand, Evin Cassel catching Caitlyn's attention.

Ned had known Evin all of his life and during his training he had proven to have a wonderful mind for strategy. He had proven himself on several tours with Brandon and when Maester Aemon left had been offered the position of Hand.

"Does she have anyone in mind?" questioned Ned.

"No, she wanted to get your opinion first, though I have a suggestion." Said Evin getting a raised eyebrow.

"We've gotten some rather glowing reports in regard to Princess Sansa. Such a position would also keep her close as you wanted." Explained Evin.

"True, however she is also young, and I'd like for her to have more real-world experience." Said Ned

"Shall I put together a list of candidates then?"

"Yes get my aunts ideas as well. See what she things of Sansa though." Said Ned before dismissing the man.

The doors had only barely closed behind him when Catelyn found herself tugged out from beneath the desk by her hair and spun about and partially bent over the desk while Ned worked at removing her dress. Before long the buttons and laces were released, and he pushed it off of her shoulders and she allowed it to pool on the floor leaving her nude. Rather than bending her over fully she ended up arching her back, consequently lifting her ass before he lined himself up and thrust right in. He fucked her brutally with one hand palming a breast all the while he growled in her ear as he set about paying her back for all of the teasing she'd done. At the pace he set it didn't take long before he was spilling himself inside of her though she'd also found her release as she'd been teasing herself right alongside him as she knew this would happen.

"So I've been thinking, how about we go and see the children." Said Caitlyn after they'd caught their breath and she turned to face him.

While I like the idea, who would run this place." Said Ned.

"Your aunt, it's not like she hasn't done so before. Besides we both know she'll be on the first ship out once she's out of that position." Said Caitlyn.

"True. It would be nice to take some time to ourselves before things start moving again." Said Ned.

"You don't think they'll involve us right, we're independent."

"The loyalists are all waiting for the Targaryen's to return. Your brother may request aid though and the Vale as well. They aren't my main concern though." Said Ned.

Recognizing the tone Caitlyn pushed him back into his chair and rather swiftly climbed into his lap before he was once more sheathed inside of her and thus distracted from his brooding.

The wave of magic that had swept across the known world had major effects in Westeros. Aside from the restoration of Weirwood trees across the land it had also effected the populous. Nowhere was this more evident than in Tyrion Lannister who had been rendered comatose for nearly two weeks during which time he had miraculously grown a full foot in height. Not only had his legs grown but his fingers as well while his forehead no longer jutted out. His hair once thin and flaxen had thickened and was a healthier blonde to match his siblings and other Lannisters. His survival had not been a sure thing however as he'd been in serious pain in the beginning and Kevan Lannister rather than trust a maester had hired a healer from the North, though it had cost a small fortune for just one.

The healer a woman had been accompanied by a full team of guards and delivered a message from King Eddard that should anything happen to her or her guards it would be taken as an act of war and the King would ensure House Lannister was wiped out. Regardless thanks to the work of the Northern Healer they'd learned that his nephew had been living under a curse and the wave he was struck by had overpowered it resulting in it breaking. The end result was that Tyrion was no longer an imp or half-man but a more normal if short man. Thankfully his newly gained looks had not changed him and he was still the same man as he used to be and even better as he was less prone to getting drunk, apparently the drink had worked to dull the constant bouts of pain he would experience.

Tyrion once fully recovered and once again able to walk on his own had finally reached out and began negotiations to find himself a wife. He had wanted to marry Tysha, a crofters daughter that he'd met and rescued in the aftermath of the Rebellion, but Kevan had been able to convince him otherwise. The financials of House Lannister were not well enough to allow him to marry for love. Instead he married Chyenne Penrose, a second daughter from one of the principle houses of the Stormlands. The reputation of House Lannister's wealth had helped them acquire a substantial dowry from House Penrose which helped them quite well and she was already with child.

The fortunes of House Lannister had continued to show improvement when it was discovered that Joy Lannister, the daughter of Gerion Lannister had magic. Though born a bastard she had rather quickly been legitimized and it was no secret that she was her fathers pride and Tyrion's favorite cousin. She was so loved in fact that Tyrion had named her his heir until such a time as he had a child of his own, even then he'd already stated that she would still be Lady Lannister as she would marry Tyrion's son. Though at this point Tyrion was paying for her to be privately tutored.

Not everything was good as relations between the Crown and Casterly Rock were strained to say the least. This had been the case ever since Tyrion had stopped supplying them with gold. The argument between Cersei and Tyrion had been a bad one but it had gone in Tyrion's favor all the same. Since then Tyrion had been trying his best to refill their coffers and recover from the rampant wastefulness of Robert Baratheon. Tywin, Kevan mused would have kept indulging Cersei even as it ruined them but Tyrion and Cersei had never had a loving relationship despite being siblings. Tyrion in fact didn't much care for Tywin either and the only one of his immediate family he had positive feelings for was Jaime.

As for his own son Lancel, they got along well enough and as a result Tyrion had sent him to squire under Stannis Baratheon, so he wouldn't be too heavily influenced by idiots according to him. He was still in Kings Landing yet spent most of his time under the Master of Laws. Stannis had been impressive during his time at Master of Ships but when Hoster Tully left Kings Landing and Stannis had moved into the vacant position and his younger brother Renly had become the new Master of Ships. Kevan himself had been offered the position of Master of Laws but honestly didn't want to deal with Cersei that much.

The news of a mission to Valyria spread quickly across Sunshire, then thanks to their more magical means of communication across Chuidan and was swiftly making the rounds across all of Yokai. Such a journey had quickly caught the attention of many that had thus far had little to no interaction with the Targaryen's or Wolves. Yokai was a huge expanse larger than both Westeros and Essos combined and while the news had yet to reach all corners of the continent many of those who heard it scoffed in derision or perked up in interest. This wouldn't be the first voyage to the Land of Dragons since the Doom though all others had been failures and those who ventured there never returned.

For weeks Jon and those slated to go with him on the mission were tested to verify if their skills were up to the task ahead. Bending, climbing, free running, weapons training, hand to hand, runes, and seals all of them tested to the limit. Aside from those Jon had named another of his Stark cousins had volunteered to go Broden Stark, the son of Kegan who was the only one old enough and present to make the trip. Arya, Naella, Alara and Visenya had all volunteered to go but considering their ages had been instantly shot down. The girls had been displeased but had determined that if they could not go they would spend as much time with Jon, Aegon and Robb as they could much to the annoyance of Rhaenys who'd gone to sneak into Jon's bed several times only to find it occupied with the four girls and a sleeping Jon. Other nights where Naella, Alara and Visenya would sleep over in Aegon's room Arya would be in Robb's.

Daenerys for her part found it all rather amusing. Unlike Rhaenys she didn't feel the least bit slighted or annoyed, she supposed that had something to do with her combined life experience. It had taken a long time for her and Jon to forgive each other and themselves after their memories came in, by this point she was much more comfortable in both her skin and her place in life. One day she would be a Queen again, yet she felt none of the weight she felt the last time through. She knew that her family was a large part of why she felt this way, she had felt in now way prepared for anything when Viserys sold her off to Khal Drogo and while it hadn't seemed like it to anyone else she'd operated in full blown panic mode for years by the time she touched down on Dragonstone. Contrarily she now felt prepared to take on the world or at least her half of it especially since she wouldn't be doing it alone and forced to carry the entire burden.

Pushing those thoughts away she turned her attention to the woman standing across from her. She was a stunningly beautiful woman with long dark hair and purple eyes, she was of a more standard height for woman of Yokai at 5'4" but exuded an aura about her that made her seem like a giant especially as she stood now with a blade in hand. The weapon in question was a double-edged straight sword called a jian, there was nothing special about it aside from the dulled edge as it was a training sword. Her name was Eraena Galraenos, she was a Priestess much like many of the most beautiful women on this land but more importantly she had been her primary combat instructor since Daenerys first finished her basic training as a child.

Eraena like many had Valyrian blood flowing through her, she was from House Galraenos, a house of Dragonlords much like House Targaryen, only hers was a house that had been higher in stature. She also descended from House Katsuyuki a high noble house based in the continents capital city of Achaia, the home of the Emperor. She had been like an older sister to her over the years, tough on her when training but always there any other time. It would have been quite the wholesome relationship if this place wasn't so openly sexual and Daenerys herself didn't get a thrill from her incestuous relationships.

Because of this there existed a sexual tension between them that both could feel yet had never acted on. Today however the air between them had been charged they had exchanged heated looks the entire time. Daenerys knew that one way or another she would be sleeping with her teacher today and the thought excited her enough that her nipples had hardened beneath her barely there top which she knew her teacher noticed as her eyes had focused on her breasts several times. All of that combined with Rhaenys's recent acquisition of Brienne had resulted in Daenerys offering the challenge. One spar, if her teacher won she would have her for the day but if Daenerys won Eraena would become a mistress of House Targaryen.

She wasn't as good with a blade as her teacher was, Eraena was nearly 200 years old so there was still a big gap between them in terms of experience. Even still she knew she had a chance, and it was why she made the challenge. It helped that unlike Rhaenys she didn't have to win, both of them knew she wouldn't. Instead she simply had to survive for a set amount of time without being defeated, in this case it was 45 minutes. It was a long time for a fight but she understood, Daenerys wasn't the first one to challenge her teacher in this way, she just intended to be the last. Their spar was private like the vast majority of their training was and due to the stakes on offer neither of them would hold back in terms of their blade skills. In the next instant the small rest was over and Eraena was back on the attack. Daenerys was quickly forced on the defensive parrying the flurry of attacks with her own jian before spinning away from a thrust and making a bit of space.

"How long are you going to keep running Daenerys?" questioned Eraena

"A fair bit longer." Said Daenerys getting her teacher to smirk.

"You know if you fight back and defeat me you win as well." Said the older woman.

"Unlike Xiao He I'm not going to fall for that." Retorted Daenerys getting her teacher to smirk

Xiao He was a noble from Otrela, a country on the far east side of the continent. He'd come like many others before him seeking to add her teacher to his harem, he'd failed within the first 20 minutes when Eraena goaded him. Already Daenerys had exceeded that time and knowing she still had much more to go wouldn't allow herself let her desire lead her into such a trap. Eraena sprung at her and she quickly spun off to the side only to hastily bend herself backwards to avoid her teachers sword before coming up with an attack of her own which was dodged. Parry, block, dodge, spin, sidestep, slash, thrust Daenerys found herself moving on instinct as she fended off the onslaught from her teacher and was soon backed into a wall.

Dodging the thrusting attack, Daenerys acted on instinct grabbing the other woman's arm to hold her in place and darting in planting a quick kiss on her lips before darting away. Turning to regard her student Eraena smiled sultrily before licking her lips before the sound of a gong hit the room. Daenerys was surprised but had to forcibly hold herself in check knowing the gong meant there was only 10 minutes left before this concluded. Eraena regarded her for a moment before tossing her sword to the side and motioning Daenerys to do the same which she did.

This time when she attacked it was with a fireball exploding from her fist. Daenerys dodged and was glad she did as Eraena had come right behind it but had to change course seeing her quarry move. The course correction however gave Daenerys more than enough time to take a breath and breath out several small fireballs which caused her teachers eyes to widen and she herself was forced to dodge.

"HOLD!"

The command from her teacher caused Daenerys to rather abruptly stop her barrage and she had to turn her head so the last one wouldn't go near her teacher.

"The fuck was that?!" demanded the woman

"What?"

"Since when can anyone spit fireballs!" demanded Eraena

"OH, Lord Sasuke taught me that." Said Daenerys

"That's like no form of Bending I've ever heard of." Said Eraena

"That's because it's not Bending. It uses the same principle for gathering energy but instead of channeling it outside of my body and creating the spark I'm igniting the fire in my throat."

"Your teaching me how to do that." Said Eraena

"Sure. I'm actually surprised no one here can already do that."

"It was probably someone fucking around with the knowledge because they didn't want us to grow too powerful."

Eraena like many of the surviving Dragonlord descendants had been incensed to learn the process to hatch dragons had been bastardized and what effect it caused.

"Alright I think that's enough for today." Said Eraena shocking her student

"There's still time, I can still go." Said Daenerys

"I've seen enough. You've proven yourself worthy of me, and if you are anything to go by then House Targaryen is more powerful than any of us believed. I'll speak to my father and your brother should receive word from him soon."

"Wait then your saying…"

"I'm saying I accept your offer to become a mistress of House Targaryen."

Daenerys no longer able to contain herself launched herself forward and the kiss they engaged in was so full of passion that they'd have fucked in the arena if they'd not heard the gong sound again. Breaking the kiss they found that both of their tops had parted and their bare breasts were rubbing against each other.

"Stay with me tonight." Said Daenerys

"You know I can't."

There were rules amongst the higher nobles in Yokai. They could do whatever they wanted in the open but staying in another houses manse without a contract wasn't something that was done. Daenerys nodded a house or a manse was considered a safe zone, somewhere to retreat to and get away from open sexuality of the continent. Going to someone's home without a formal invite was just asking for trouble, it was a good way for someone to end up pregnant, as a single drink could render the infertility potion inert. She would also need to get a room ready for Eraena, much like Rhaenys had needed to do for Brienne.

"Come on we have work to do if I'm going with you to Valyria."

Meanwhile in another part of the country a man could be seen sitting behind a desk in a rather opulent office. He looked rather young perhaps in his mid-twenties and had short cut dark brown hair and green eyes yet in a land such as Yokai ones physical appearance had little to do with their actual age. He was currently leaning back in his chair with his head looking up at the ceiling when there was a knock at the door. Frowning he reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and pushed down causing the person beneath the desk to gag loudly.

"Keep going, you stop when I say stop." Said the man before releasing the hair and they went back to work.

"Enter."

The door opened to admit a man with long black hair pulled into a tail behind his head and a full beard.

"What's happened?" questioned the seated man seeing the look on his face

"We've received word from the Capital. House Galraenos has entered into negotiations with House Targaryen, Eraena is to join Jonaerion's harem as a mistress."

"Damn it!"

Eraena was supposed to be his, he'd been preparing for it for nearly twenty years and this ass-hat had come out of nowhere and taken her along with the prestige that came with her.

"I can't believe he bested her."

"He didn't. Sources say Eraena's student challenged her and impressed her enough that Eraena called an end to it and accepted the position." Said

"That's even worse. As if learning the knowledge of how to make those damned lizards more powerful wasn't enough now his woman is adding to it. Do you realize how powerful that house has just become?"

"Along with a possibly successful mission to Valyria. After hearing about Eraena the Emperor has stated should that mission prove successful he will give the boy his daughter and name him heir" said the second man.

"We'll have to accelerate our plans. I've worked too damned hard for too long for it all to amount to nothing. Get our people in place in the capital."

"Of course brother."