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A/N

Hey there! Just a heads up, there are a few things mentioned in this chapter that are offensive more then usual, so please keep that in mind while reading.

It's important to note that my character is a bit of a hypocrite and a sociopath.

My character always had this trait, but in the past, I tried to subtly convey this, hoping that readers would pick up on my hints. There are consequences to practicing battle meditation and performing rituals that can affect and intensify different aspects of people's personalities, both the good and the bad especially in a young mind.

My character is quite arrogant, thinking he knows everything. He went ahead and performed these rituals and practiced battle meditation while his mind was still developing, which altered his perspective of the world.

I want to make this clear there isn't going to be some kind of cure, that he's going to change. I'm trying to explain why he thinks the way he thinks.

CH18

After witnessing the incredibly exhilarating lacrosse game, I extended an invitation to all the esteemed guests and members of both teams to join me for a delightful dinner at Winterfell. Alas, Jack's Shadows did not emerge victorious; they were defeated by the Bears.

Little William was brimming with excitement as he dashed around the room with his fellow fan, Lyanna Mormont. They gleefully growled and waved a flag adorned with the emblem of House Mormont's bear. Meanwhile, Little Jenny was feeling a bit irritated and chose not to join in their escapades.

Undeterred, William took it upon himself to boast to anyone who would listen that he had predicted the Bears' victory all along. Little Lyanna nodded in agreement, recognizing his wisdom. In his grandiose declarations, William made sure to emphasize that Dacey was the standout player of the game. I could see Dacey's ears turning red from the embarrassment of being praised by these two little ankle biters in their high-pitched voices.

I gave Jack and Ros a warm, brotherly hug to show my support after they lost the game. "You guys played really well, it was such a great game," I said, expressing how much I valued their hard work. As the night progressed, I noticed Ros starting to cheer up. By the end of the evening, my usually reserved sister had become more outgoing, engaging in a friendly argument with Dacey, both of them filled with a sense of camaraderie.

As I looked over at them throughout the night, I couldn't help but notice how close Ros and Dacey were getting. They laughed and had lively conversations, like they were in a world of their own, completely unaware of everything else happening around them.

I was really glad to see this because Ros has always been shy and reserved. I had been worried about the fact that she had never been in a relationship, unlike my other siblings. But I had figured out a while ago that she was attracted to other girls.

I had tried to subtly show her that I accepted and supported her, no matter what, but I didn't want to directly say anything and potentially embarrass her. I was so happy to see her starting to open up and be herself.

It was obvious that they were forming a strong connection. As the night went on, I noticed them discreetly touching each other and sharing meaningful looks. And when the party was winding down, it suddenly hit me that both of these incredible women had disappeared together.

000

Towards the end of the night, as the moon hung high in the velvety sky, I made my way towards the lord's study, ready to prepare for an important meeting. However, as I approached the doorway, my steps faltered, and my heart raced, for an unexpected sight greeted my eyes. Peering through the partially ajar door, caught a glimpse of Sybelle and Myranda, were locked in a passionate embrace on the couch within my study. Their bodies intertwined, their clothing disheveled, igniting within me a mix of possessiveness and desire.

During my stay at Amber Castle, I unexpectedly ran into Myranda, the daughter of the kennel master at the Dreadfort. Having seen her on the show, I couldn't help but wonder how she would fare without Ramsay in her life. To my surprise, I discovered that she possessed a certain viciousness of her own. Despite her beauty, there was a darkness that intrigued me, and she often kept me company during the long nights. I began to find amusement in her jealousy and manipulation skills, understanding why Ramsay had taken a liking to her.

However, my curiosity led me to investigate Ramsay with Myranda's help, only to discover that he remained a cruel little bastard. Though no longer supported by House Bolton, his serial killing tendencies persisted, as he hunted and tortured animals. This, coupled with the mysterious disappearance of several young women, led the villagers to seek my sister's help.

It didn't take me long to put two and two together as we delved deeper into the investigation. We discovered that Ramsey had been encouraged and assisted by his own mother in his heinous acts. As the pieces fell into place, we realized the extent of their twisted relationship. When Bolton ruled these land she was getting preferential treatment from the Bolton guards before Sybelle took over, she would lord it over the other small folk.

Many of the women from the village turned on her when she no longer had boltons protection. it seems that the first girl's mother was often making scathing comments towards Ramsay's mother. She found Ramsay in the middle of torturing the small girl and instead of helping the child, she killed her and help Ramsey hide her corpse.

Quietly and covertly, we abducted Ramsey and his mother from their secluded cottage. In a twisted turn of events, we decided to play the game that Ramsey had always loved in the original timeline. With the help of the dogs that Myranda had skillfully trained, we recreated some of the hunts that Ramsey had enjoyed so much before.

As we followed the dogs on horseback through the dense woods, we heard screams pierce the air. Hastening towards the source, we stumbled upon a gruesome sight. The dogs had mercilessly torn the mother apart, ripping off her arms and attacking her neck. While I was watching the dogs, Myranda moved her horse further through the dense foliage.

I was distracted from the gruesome site by a distant scream. Calling the dogs to me I led them deeper into the woods, where I discovered that my new paramore driven by a desire to prevent Ramsey's from escaping, had shot him with an arrow in his leg. Ramsey, desperate to survive, tried to climb a tree while dogs that followed me ran circled him ominously.

I gave Myranda a nod as she skillfully notched her arrow, anticipation filling the air. With a combination of giddiness and a seductive, yet a psycho smile, she swiftly took aim, aiming for his arm. The arrow released from her bow, piercing through his flesh and embedding itself into the sturdy trunk of the tree. his body could not withstand the force, causing him to collapse onto the ground, the arrow still firmly lodged in his arm. In a gruesome event, the dogs seized the opportunity, pouncing on him and tearing him apart with savage ferocity.

Ever since then, Myranda has become more than just a paramore to me. It was during my final days at Castle Amber, before departing for Winterfell, that I stumbled upon a shocking sight - Sybelle and Myranda intertwined intimately in my bed. Instead of feeling betrayed, an inexplicable arousal for my sister washed over me. I couldn't deny her beauty.

I reluctantly admitted to myself that over the years a growing attraction had taken hold of me. I tried desperately to banish these thoughts from my mind, as I embarked on a quest to find a suitable future wife or paramore. However, every woman I encountered fell short in comparison to Sybelle. Her grace, intelligence, and captivating presence had captivated me since childhood. It was an undeniable force that I could no longer deny. And yet, as shocking as it may sound, the recent ritual to awaken the dragons had amplified my attraction to an extreme level. It was an unsettling realization, but I was grateful to have Myranda to offer relief in the face of my forbidden desires.

Watching them together, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust and desire. I couldn't hold myself back any longer. With a rush of emotions, I darted forward, catching my sister's lips in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss. Her hands instinctively found their way around my neck, pulling me closer in a warm embrace. It was a tender and unexpected moment, filled with a deep sense of love. Myranda, understanding the complexities of my heart, graciously shared both Sybelle's and my bed that continues to this day.

000

Just as my thoughts began to wander into the abyss of temptation, my mother's voice, gentle yet firm, sliced through the charged atmosphere, reminding me of the pressing matter that awaited my attention. With a heavy sigh, I tore my gaze away from the scene.

Sybelle, caught off guard by our mother's sudden entrance, hurriedly tried to disentangle herself from Myranda and straighten out her rumpled clothes. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she was caught in a compromising situation.

At that moment, May entered the room and her eyes darted between Sybelle and Myranda. Without wasting any time, May approached Sybelle and pulled out a cloth from her pocket.

Without saying a word, May gently wiped off the traces of Myranda's lipstick on Sybell's neck. Sybelle blushed even more, clearly grateful, as she softly whispered her thanks. Meanwhile, our mother blinked in surprise as she looked from Myranda to Sybelle, eventually shifting her gaze towards me, raising an eyebrow.

Now, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, I cleared my throat and attempted to act as if nothing had happened. I quickly made my way to the chair behind my desk, hoping to reach it before anyone could notice the arousal I felt from the situation.

There was a strong sense of embarrassment and tension in the room, making it challenging for me to look directly at my mother. Instead, I focused my gaze on May, who was grinning mischievously and clearly enjoying the situation. Eventually, I mustered the courage to meet my mother's eyes, only to find her smirking, fully aware of my discomfort.

As my advisers entered my study, we all took our seats to discuss the urgent matter at hand - a letter I had received from King's Landing. Sybelle, looking slightly embarrassed, moved to the chair next to my desk and tried to maintain a calm expression. Meanwhile, my mother, exuding her usual regal aura, took her place on the other side of the desk. We waited for everyone to settle in, anticipating the discussion that lay ahead.

Just as the door was about to close by Morin, Uncle Benjen burst into the room accompanied by Olly, Jacks, and Maisie. I was genuinely pleased that they had decided to join us for this meeting. I had initially informed them about it, downplaying its importance to make it seem boring and tedious. This was a test, especially for Olly, to see if he would take his responsibilities more seriously. I love my brother dearly, but there's no denying that he can be quite irresponsible at times

"So those morons in Kings Landing finally caught wind of your conquest of Qarth, huh?" said Olly, starting the meeting with a mischievous grin. My mom couldn't help but give him an exasperated smile, aware of his knack for being impulsive. "So, should we just send them a message telling them to piss off," Olly continued, his voice filled with defiance.

Maisie, always the sensible one, responded with a calm but clever comeback, "As articulate as ever, dear brother. Yes, let's go ahead and insult everyone in the seven kingdoms, shall we? Especially Robert, who has been a good friend to us." Her friendly tone couldn't hide a hint of sarcasm as she reminded Olly about the importance of diplomacy.

Olly was sitting comfortably in his chair, completely consumed by the words our sister had just spoken. Suddenly, he turned towards me and said, "Leon, you're the one who won him the throne." I could sense confusion and bewilderment in his voice as he continued, "Why haven't we declared our independence yet? Our kingdom is the strongest, and we have the largest population."

Meanwhile, Maisie threw her hands up and leaned back on the couch, letting out gentle snores that filled the room. She held her head as if it was hurting, and with a glance towards Myranda, she said to me, "Leon, you really need to have a son soon." Her eyes then shifted from Olly back to me, and she expressed her concerns, saying, "Leaving Olly as your only heir is starting to worry me a little, you know?"

"For once, I agree with Maisie," Olly responded. "I don't know why you made me your heir. I don't understand any of this, and it hurts my head thinking about it. Personally, I believe you should make Sybelle your heir. With the strength you hold over the population of the north, no one would object to that."

"While I agree, and no offense to you, Olly, but you were only assigned as my heir to make it hard to have Ned as the head of the family if something happened to me. Also, mother would have been your regent, and she would not have allowed anything to be swept under the rug. And those who want Ned in power would know this."

Taking a deep breath, I came to the realization that it was finally time to bring Olly, Maisie, and Uncle Benjen into the loop and share my plans with them.

"Listen, everyone in this room or privy to many of the plans that we will be implementing in the future," I said with conviction, looking directly at the three of them. "I truly believe that each one of you can be trusted with utmost confidence. Therefore, it is only fair that you are now given insight into some of our most guarded plans and secrets."

looking at my two siblings, and my uncle while I class my hands on my desk I told them of some of my plans. "you see I cannot separate myself from the seven kingdoms as long as Robert is alive." I made a magical contract with them during the rebellion in the contract I was given autonomy to rule as I felt, we were independent all but in name." "it makes it that Robert recognizes us as basically an independent nation. The magic in the contract encourages him to think that way."

"So, here's the deal," I confessed, glancing over at Uncle Benjen. "According to the contract, I am bound to be loyal to Robert and his legitimate children with the next queen of the seven kingdoms. But the problem is, Robert doesn't have any legitimate children."

Facing a small, stunned audience of three, I declared, "Cersei Lannister's kids are actually bastards. They're the offspring of the Kingslayer himself and her."

"Now, here's the kicker," I continued. "Since Robert technically violated our contract, although not enough to completely nullify it during the Ironborn rebellion, I am not allowed to harm or rebel against him. However, I have absolutely no obligation to inform Robert that he's been deceived."

Uncle Benjen had a shocked and angry expression on his face. He clenched his hand tightly and said, "Leon, we should at least inform Lord Arryn about this; we cannot allow the Lannister's to get away with this." I replied, a hint of exasperation in my voice, "I think Stannis and Jon already know." I glanced at my mother, who nodded in agreement. "We believe Stannis is waiting until Robert passes away before he is willing to reveal this information to everyone. He wants to prevent Robert from marrying again and having a legitimate child. I'm not sure if Stannis managed to convince Jon to keep quiet for now, or if Jon understands that having Stannis as the next king would be a better outcome."

Maisie looked at me, then shifted her gaze towards our mother, her expression filled with concern. "Isn't it your duty to defend Robert if his own brother and his own hand are being treacherous?" she questioned, her voice laced with sincerity. "By not informing him of the fact that he does not have any legitimate children, they are robbing him of the truth, of his rightful inheritance, and potentially leading him down a path of deception. As his friend, isn't it our responsibility to protect him from such deceit?"

"I find myself in a rather unique predicament these days, as my feelings towards Robert have taken an intriguing turn." " Gradually, I have come to truly admire his character, particularly his straightforward nature and his unabashed display of emotions. It is refreshing to witness such honesty in a person." "However, despite my growing fondness for him, my loyalty lies with my kingdom. Therefore, I feel compelled to refrain from actively supporting Robert in this specific situation."

"If Stannis Baratheon's plan works, then it has nothing to do with us," I say, shrugging indifferently. "The northern realms are not there to hold Robert's hand or form alliances solely based on him. Our alliance with Robert is technically only a defense agreement." I tap my finger on the desk to emphasize my point. "Robert has already violated some of the terms laid out by his interference in the Greyjoy rebellion." I pause for a moment, contemplating the potential outcome. "And if Robert were to die without having a child with Cersei Lannister, then we are not obligated to get involved with anything concerning the six kingdoms. I have only tied my house to the Seven Kingdoms through Robert and his legitimate children with Cersei," I add hoping to make my stance clear.

Sybelle's voice broke the tense silence that had settled in the room, and her eyes darted between each person present. "It's really important that you don't tell Ned about this," she said firmly. My mother, with a worried expression on her face, nodded in agreement, while our trusted uncle Benjen looked confused and skeptical. "Ned would never betray you, Leon," he said, disbelief evident in his voice.

I met his gaze and couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. "I have received reports," I started, my voice steady, "that my crop rotation methods and tools of my design are being used in the Riverlands. These particular methods were only taught in Ned's lands."

Uncle Benjen's expression hardened as he grasped the seriousness of the situation. "I've always been cautious about what I shared in his lands," I continued, my tone filled with suspicion. "I don't know if it's Catelyn or or one of her retainers but we also intercepted communication from his castle, going to King's Landing with classified information about our ships." "Thankfully, I only submitted older known designs for Ned to look at."

"But I do know that Ned is very hands-off in the freedom he gives his wife," I stated, pulling out documents and placing them on the table to be handed to Benjen. "He asked me for a loan, and when I investigated why he needed it, I discovered it was to build his wife a Sept in his Keep."

"In these reports, you will also see that he managed to secure some funds from the Manderly to build it," I continued, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and concern. "These reports also indicate that Sansa, Rob, and Arya are being taught in southern traditions, following the faith of the seven."

"But what troubles me the most is that these reports claim that the children have never visited the godswood that I painstakingly planted in their keep," I expressed, my anger seeping through. "Instead, they are being taught the ways of the Seven, a descendent of Theon Stark is bringing this foreign faith into our family."

Sensing my anger, my mother reached out and gently rubbed my hand, a soothing gesture that always managed to calm my racing thoughts. With a reassuring smile, she turned her gaze towards Benjen and the others gathered around. "I am not saying that Ned would betray us," she began, her voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I'm just saying that he has been compromised. His actions speak louder than words, his unwavering focus on his honor rather than his own family."

She gently squeezed my hand and glanced around the room before focusing her gaze on me. "I remember what you told me about your conversation with Ned after the rebellion," she began. "You suggested the idea of putting Brandon on the throne, as he was the rightful heir being Rhaegar's legitimate child. It was an interesting thought, but even after learning the truth, Ned believed that prolonging the war would only result in more loss of life."

Surprised murmurs filled the room, but she pressed on, her tone full of conviction and concern. "I've come to believe that Ned was more concerned about fighting against Robert than truly considering the lives that would be sacrificed in the war," she said, her brows slightly furrowed. "And I'm not entirely convinced that his loyalty has fully returned to his family." She added with a disapproving look, shifting her gaze back to me, "Sending him to King's Landing was a foolish move on your part. I believe has only increased his loyalty towards Robert,"

Martin, the head of my brilliant organization, stepped in to brief us on what to expect in Kings Landing. I must admit, my mind started to drift away during the conversation because I had already read up on everything he was about to tell us.

He gave us updates on the current situation in the rest of the seven kingdoms across Westeros. He also filled us in on what awaited us upon our arrival in Kings Landing and what was currently happening there. It turned out that Robert had planned an entire week-long tournament.

To assist us in showcasing the strength of the north during the tourney, Martin provided folders with detailed information on various men and women who would be perfect for the task.

000

House Ryswell, Ryder, Mormont, Woodfoot, and Dustin, along with approximately 700 of their soldiers, embarked on a journey to King's Landing. They were joined by other northern Lords' retainers as well.

To bolster their forces, the Stark men at arms, a formidable cavalry unit consisting of 600 heavily armored soldiers, accompanied them. In addition, Ned and his family decided to join the caravan heading towards Kings Landing.

The journey to Kings Landing was expected to last nearly two months. During this time, I made the decision to make a quick trip north of the wall.

Over the past two years, Sybelle and I have constructed small crafts that can be floated down from our ships to the ground, eliminating the need for landing our flying vessels. One of the early crafts was given to Olly after pestering Sybelle relentlessly. However, Olly's craft cannot reach the same heights or speeds as Sybelle's and my ship. It can only ascend to approximately 3 kilometers with a speed of 38 km. Nevertheless, Olly has been flying over the wall for the past year, allowing him to create a fairly accurate map of the villages north of the wall.

I had a conversation with Olly about my desire to connect with some of the free folk. Throughout the years, he has been keeping an eye on the various villages and has pointed out those who he thinks might be the least hostile towards me.

Flying over the wall was an absolutely incredible experience. The wall was bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, making it look like a magnificent crystallized structure stretching across the land.

I had always wanted to visit and see it for myself, but I never had the chance. Even though I have magical abilities, I couldn't help but marvel at the incredible craftsmanship that went into building the wall. It's truly astonishing that it has remained standing for over eight millennia.

Oh, one of the reasons I didn't go to the wall was because I really don't think highly of the nightwatch. Besides, the wall also had the kids of my enemy, the ones I defeated during the war in the iron islands and east Esso.

I actually tried my best not to send young boys to join the watch for minor crimes. I looked for alternative ways of dealing with punishment. Plus, the North isn't really lacking in economic opportunities, and there's enough food to feed everyone. So, we didn't have to send so many young men to the wall to lessen the burden on their families.

One of the most controversial things I ever did was when I took over the Shadows Tower and kicked out the black brothers. It caused quite a commotion, especially up in the north where many of my northern lords were furious about my decision.

Messages from all over Westeros flooded in, demanding that I give the castle back to the Night's Watch. In response, I sent letters to everyone explaining that unless they were willing to send enough men to occupy and protect every castle, along with supplying them with enough provisions and weapons, my forces in the north would keep control of these castles.

I assured them that I would return the castles to the Night's Watch once I believed they were capable of properly guarding them. I stood my ground and refused to budge. I didn't trust the Night's Watch, telling my Lord that the Watch had failed in their duties, though I didn't go into specifics about how they had failed.

000

The first thing I did was go to the land near the lands of always winter, where Olly had tracked and spotted several dwellings where giants lived. As I approached one of the dwellings, a group of giants came out to meet me. They looked at my ship, then at me, then moved forward to meet with me.

These giants didn't wear any clothing, but instead were covered in shaggy fur pelts, which were thicker below the waist. Their heads jutted out from their shoulder blades, and they had short necks. Their faces were squashed in, with square teeth and tiny eyes surrounded by folds of flesh.

I greeted one of the giants in the old tongue and offered him a huge two-gallon jug of aurochs milk and a massive loaf of bread that measured 100 cm by 45 cm with a half palm of salt sprinkled over the bread. After we both followed the customs of guest right, I was introduced to the rest of the clan.

We had a long discussion that lasted almost three days. We talked about forming a mutual alliance and my desire to relocate them south of the wall, providing them with a new place to live. Through our conversation, I found out that they had already had some experiences with the white walkers. The giant appeared hesitant about going south of the wall until they witnessed my magical abilities and what I could achieve with them. It was then that they seemed more inclined to listen to me. They were willing to move to my land after our agreements were made.

00

While the Giants were busy collecting their belongings, I took the opportunity to address a problem that I anticipated would arise later on. I examined the map that Olly had crafted and headed towards a colossal Weirwood tree. Despite the other trees being devoid of leaves, this particular tree's leaves remained vibrant with its bright red hue. Accompanied by a group of my well-protected and magically enhanced soldiers, we descended to the ground via a shuttle. As we made our way towards the tree, we encountered a small creature that intercepted our path.

We stared at each other for a good minute. Eventually, she broke the silence by turning to me and asking, "What do you want?" I gathered my thoughts and replied, "I'm here to find a deserter and judge an abomination that's hiding beneath this tree." Her eyebrows furrowed in surprise and worried, but she remained quiet. After a few minutes, she informed us that we were welcome to meet the three eyed raven.

Guiding us through the spiraling tunnel formed by the roots of the enormous tree. We journeyed deeper into the underground passages. After about five minutes of winding our way around, we reached a hollowed-out chamber. To my amusement, the walls were lined with the same creatures as the one that led us in. All of them fixated on me with their cat-like eyes as I entered.

Before the abomination could utter a word, I confronted him, asking, "Are you Bloodraven, also known as the three eyed crow?" "have you been the person who's been trying to connect with my loved ones and me all these years?" I asked curiously.

"I'm known as the three eyed raven, and I once went by the name Bloodraven among others, yes" "I was just attempting to communicate with you. I didn't mean to offend anyone. It was simply a way for us to talk," he said apologetically.

Thinking about Brandon l added, " what about Brandon, he's been telling me about a recurring dream he's been having with a three-eyed raven. What's your interest in my cousin's mind?"

There was a long pause before he finally answered, "I am not your enemy. I bear no ill will towards humanity; in fact, I want to help them."

"I came here with the intention of eliminating you because I believe you will pose a threat to me and my family in the future.

"I want to know what steps you're willing to take to ensure me that you won't jeopardize any of my plans," I asked him, looking at him with intensity before shifting my gaze towards the creatures that I recognized as children of the forest.

Curious, he asked me, "What is your strategy for dealing with the white walkers?" In response, I explained that if the white walkers ever became a threat to me or my family, I would handle them swiftly. I am assured that I have multiple plans, some magical and other practical, to eliminate them with minimal effort.

After our discussions, he and I reached an agreement that the three-eyed raven would sign magical binding contracts then would be transported south of the wall. He will be given pardons for any actions he has taken, such as deserting, the wall and kinslaying.

He will be placed under the aegis of my intelligence agency. I informed him that there was already a keep he may move into, it was originally planned to use as a personal workshop near Winterfell and sanctuary.

Currently, there is only a five level 22-meter tower along with five other 2 floors 8m tall buildings with a large underground bunker in the settlement. The inner grounds of the settlement cover approximately 52 acres covered in trees, mostly apple trees.

To provide adequate defense, the settlement is surrounded by a 10-meter wall that is 2 meters thick, complemented by six towers each measuring 15 meters in height.

The children of the forest, with hope and a bit of nervousness in their eyes, gathered around me. They wanted to claim some land on the southern side of the wall. As they spoke, I could sense a hint of discomfort and even anger in their expressions when I mentioned loyalty and they would have to swear allegiance to me.. I could understand their frustration so I tried to reassure them in a friendly way, saying.

"In my land, it's a tradition for everyone to pledge their loyalty to their leaders. But to ensure we all trust and commit to our agreements, I propose a magical contract that will bind us all." The children's initial anger slowly turned into curiosity as they began to think about the importance of such a pact. During our conversation, I also let the children know that I was aware of their involvement in creating the white walkers and that I understood their reasons for doing so.

It was quite a challenge, but after nearly a month of effort, we were finally successful in untangling Bloodraven from the roots without causing him any harm. I had to seek assistance for this task. May and her fellow Aja took the time to study the issue and together, they devised a plan to gradually untangle Bloodraven by administering a special potion to him.

Once he was free, he was placed in a sensory deprivation chamber and some merged in healing potions. His body was connected to the trees which amplified his psychic power. Giving him sensory deprivation, while covering him and healing potions, will allow him to heal before his brain fries from withdrawal. We all boarded the ships and set off to gather some of the giants before returning to Winterfell. Upon our arrival back in Winterfell, I relocated all of my guests to the newly established city within the keep.

000

The ship had just dropped me and a few of my men off after they had collected more mammoths, and it was now making its way back to Winterfell. With us we have 12 giants left out of the original 280, and nine mammoths still need to be transported out of 67.

While I was helping one of the giants guide a smaller mammoth closer to our settlement, I suddenly heard some commotion behind me. I quickly turned around and was taken aback to see 23 wildlings emerging from the tree line and three rushed towards me. Without hesitation, I drew my Valyrian blade and swiftly attacked the first assailant, cutting through his arms and across his chest, the next one swung at me. I dodged the swing of his makeshift wooden weapon. With a precise strike, I impaled my blade through his hands and swiftly decapitated him. Moving his body in front of my third attacker, using him as a distraction I pushed the body towards him, then grabbed his arm, pulling him towards me and piercing him through the neck with my blade. It happened extremely fast, less than 10 seconds. By now, some of the wildings who ran past me, returning back, after seeing the companions easily dispatched.

As soon as my men noticed the movement, they immediately sprang into action. They hurriedly rushed towards me and fearlessly confronted the wildlings. With their spears held low, they formed a close-knit formation before charging at the enemy, piercing them with their spears.

Among them, there was a wildling who immediately caught my attention. She fearlessly charged towards me, her hair neatly braided, and pointed her spear directly at me, attempting to impale me.

Reacting swiftly to her charge, I managed to dodge her with a quick sidestep, allowing the spear to pass harmlessly by. In a split second, I seized the opportunity and grabbed hold of the spear, yanking it forward. This unexpected maneuver caused her to lose her balance, giving me the chance I needed. With a swift motion, I sliced the spear in half, rendering it useless.

She wasn't about to give up though. Determined to regain her footing, she rolled away from me, creating some distance between us. In an attempt to distract me and buy herself some time, she hurled the broken pieces of her spear at me. However, I easily evaded them, dodging each one effortlessly.

Not discouraged by her failed attempt, she quickly grabbed a steel dagger and a stone ax, ready to continue the fight. With the stone ax gripped tightly, she swung aggressively at me, aiming to strike. However, I had anticipated her move and was prepared. As she swung the ax, she tried to take advantage of the moment and thrust her dagger towards my chest. Fortunately, my skill and quick reflexes allowed me to catch her arm in mid-air. Using her own momentum to my advantage, I expertly used it to throw her off balance, flipping her onto her back and leaving her momentarily stunned.

Seizing the opportunity, I disarmed her of her ax and threw it at a man who was rushing to her aid. The ax struck with a solid thunk, embedding itself in the man's neck.

In a split second, while I was momentarily distracted by throwing the ax, she cleverly seized the opportunity to push my legs and throw me off balance. Before I could react, she rolled on top of me, her dagger poised to strike through the gaps in my armor.

However, little did she know that my body had been ritually enhanced, not to mention the additional strength provided by my armor. I effortlessly overpowered her, seizing her arm and twisting it as I pushed her away.

Taking control of the situation, I rolled her onto her side, strategically positioning her in a way that restricted the use of her other arm. With my knee pressed against her neck, I cut off her oxygen, simultaneously increasing the pressure while continuing to twist her arm, nearly reaching the breaking point. The intense pain forced her to release the dagger.

With precision and caution, I maintained the pressure on her neck, gradually causing her to lose the battle, I surveyed the aftermath. My soldiers had easily subdued the remaining wildings, and it appeared that we had captured four of them, including one who was now my prisoner.

As I examined the girl who had attacked me, I noticed that she was quite young. A thought struck me: this would be the time when Mance Rayder would be gathering his forces and attempting to persuade the Giants to join him.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I gently lifted her eyelids to access her memories. It became clear that Mance Rayder had indeed sent them. They had been here for just under two weeks, observing as my fleet loaded the Giants onto our ships before taking off.

Realizing that only eight men, including myself, remained, the wildings took a chance and decided to capture some of us to present us to Mance Rayder.

Looking down at the unconscious woman, I closed her eyes and finally realized that she was none other than Val, the woman I had heard so much about in the stories.

000

It took the children of the forest and the Giants almost three weeks to finally settle in. We had some golems working on the nearby roads, helping to expand the settlement and build more shelter for the Giants. Once everything was settled, I assigned an administrator to help with communication between the settlement and Winterfell. Finally, I was able to begin my trip down south, accompanied by my garrison of troops and the rest of my family. except for Jack. Who decided to head back to Qarth, Ros and Dacey followed him.

Initially, Uncle had expressed his desire to stay in the North. However, when Brandon expressed his wish to join Maisie as she traveled with me, Uncle Benjen decided to accompany Brandon on the journey.

Lyanna and I had a disagreement about Brandon's decision to go. I was even considering allowing her to come along, but she strongly refused, expressing her desire to stay in the north.

To reassure everyone about Brandon's safety, I took extra precautions. I arranged for him to have multiple protections in place and assigned him a permanent guard of 20 highly skilled soldiers. These soldiers are exceptional with their blades.

Furthermore, I made sure that Brandon agreed to stay with his guards and not try to leave. I insisted that he be on the ship every night, no exceptions. I also had a conversation with Maisie, making her promise to follow the same rules. I made sure she understood how important this was.

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With everything settled, we set off towards Kings Landing. It wouldn't take us less than a day to get there. However, we should be arriving a bit earlier than the northern parties who went to King's Landing two months ago.

During our flight to King's Landing, I made a spontaneous decision to steal Val of the freefolk. It was quite the exhilarating experience as she fiercely resisted, kicking, screaming, and fighting me like a demon, but I managed to subdue her in the end. It was quite an eventful night, as Val proved to be quite feisty during our first intimate encounter. She even managed to give me a black eye and bite down on my forearm while I took her. However, as the night went on, it seemed like Val became more open to my affectionate gestures.

During our third round of intimacy, Val was reciprocating our activity passion. It was at this moment that Myranda walked in and, at first, Val growled at her. I grabbed Val by the neck and pushed her down, giving Myranda enough time to undress and join us on the bed.

000

Jon Arryn was enjoying a peaceful breakfast by himself. He knew he should be having breakfast with his family, but his son had been acting very cranky and loud lately. So, Jon decided to sneak out early before his wife and child woke up, and enjoy his meal in the solitude of his chamber in the Tower of the Hand.

As he dipped his bread into his eggs and took a bite, Jon leaned back in his chair, feeling relaxed and content. After finishing his eggs, he was pleasantly surprised to find some plums left by the servants. He took a bite of the juicy fruit while pouring himself some spiced ale. Just as he wiped his mouth before taking a sip, one of the servants entered the room and bowed to Jon, babbling about a flying ship in the sky.

Jon had heard rumors about a vessel that could sail through the clouds. He was about to rush out to the balcony in the Hand's office to get a better look, but the servant informed him that the balcony wouldn't provide a good view. Instead, he suggested going down the tower to an outer walkway.

Arriving at the walkway, Jon looked up at the sky. He couldn't believe his eyes - there was a ship hovering in the air! Just a few minutes later, Varys joined him, and they both gazed up at the magnificent sight of the ship suspended in place. Varys leaned in and shared some interesting news, "I just found out that the vessel has been hovering over the city since before sunrise."

It didn't take long before a crowd of curious onlookers began to gather outside, joining Jon in gazing up at the extraordinary sight in the sky. Jon, standing on the walkway, spotted Queen Cersei and her brother, Jaime, as they stepped into the courtyard and also directed their attention upward towards the ship.

But the most unexpected sight for Jon was when he saw Robert stumble out of the castle, his eyes fixed on the ship in the sky. Robert let out a boisterous laugh before clumsily retreating back inside. Jon couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment, but his gaze quickly returned to the ship.

By midday, the ship had turned into quite a captivating spectacle. But Jon couldn't help but wonder why Prince Leon hadn't anchored his vessel and come to the red keep. Whispers and hushed conversations about the ship echoed throughout the castle. They were all perplexed about how to communicate with the hovering vessel.

Grandmaster Pycelle, completely in denial, stubbornly insisted that it was absolutely impossible, even though he couldn't stop gazing at the ship. John was growing weary of his constant ranting. Pycelle kept going on and on about how it couldn't be done, but then he would take breaks to step outside and stare at the ship, only to return inside and continue his ramblings.

Just as Jon finished his midday meal with his wife and rambunctious child, a loud horn resounded across King's Landing. Jon stepped outside and immediately noticed the source of the commotion - a ship. Looking up, he saw a curious sight: a small, metal object descending slowly towards the ground. However, as it got closer, it became apparent that it wasn't a box as initially thought, but rather a wheel-less metal carriage.

The carriage gracefully landed in the inner courtyard of the red keep, causing a stir among the gold cloaks who swiftly rushed into the courtyard. Jon, recognizing the potential for trouble, hurried over to the courtyard, determined to prevent any foolish actions. He knew all too well how easily young Prince Leon's temper could be provoked, and the consequences could be disastrous. Jon also had to admit to himself that he was particularly concerned about offending Leon, given the prince's reputation for lacking mercy when it came to perceived slight, he was more prickly than Tywin Lannister.