POV Lukarion Peverell
Crownlands, Seven Kingdoms, Westeros, Planetos; 283 AC
Lukarion Peverell looked with a frown at the city in the distance. It absolutely reeked of shit, even from this distance and for a wizard raised in mid 21st century Magical Britain that clearly meant he was either in the past or not on Earth anymore.
After disillusioning himself and taking out his broom from his shrunken compartment trunk he flew over the city, frowning even more so. A good chunk of the city was little more than a slum while a huge castle loomed at the other end of the city with a equally impressive church like building somewhere else in the city.
He landed in a corner of the city which was currently void of people, put his racing broom back into his trunk and started walking around, using a bubblehead charm on his head as the stench was simply unbearable. Taking a closer look at the city he frowned again.
'No modern technology... not even what I would recognise from Aunt Hermione's talks about muggle history... and no magic either... in fact I can sense ambient magic only very faintly, in comparison London reeked of magic' he thought. 'And magic was even more prevalent back in the middle ages... and yet these people are speaking english. Yeah there's no way I am on modern Earth anymore.'
Lukarion walked out of the slum which name he by now knew was Flea Bottom. 'A strange but quite fitting name for this part of the city' the young man thought with disgust but also with sadness when he thought of how many people had to be suffering right now in this city alone.
The son of James Peverell and grandson of Harry Peverell (formerly Potter) had only known love by his family and had been raised in extreme comfort with ideas of equality, righteousness and kindness. His heart ached looking at the many poor people with even poorer hygiene in the city.
He walked into a tavern to take in the gossip of the city. He quickly found out that the city he was in was called King's Landing in a region called the Crownlands which was at war with several other kingdoms of this world.
Continuing to listen while ordering a beer Lukarion's frown became more and more pronounced.
While the tales were most likely embellished (as gossip always was) they painted a quite horrible picture of the current king and if the tales were even half true Lukarion could quite understand why a good chunk of the continent called Westeros on which he was, was in open rebellion.
"The Mad King" he muttered "Even Umbridge or Riddle were never called mad by mum and dad and those were horrible people. Just what did this King Aerys do to have gotten such a title?" "You aren't from around here lad, are you?" asked a man that took a seat on Lukarion's table shortly after that. "Is it that obvious?" Lukarion asked with a grin.
The man only nodded with a slight smirk. "Ay lad that it is. You smell like nobility, have teeth that look unnaturally straight and white and are dressed like a rich merchant yet are here with us smallfolk and without a guard or sword of any kind. Please heed my words when I say that you are better off not being around here."
Lukarion took a discreet look around after the man stopped talking and could see what the man was talking about. Already he was being eyed by a few of the tavern's customers and he could see greed behind those eyes.
"Thank you for the warning my friend" Lukarion said with a grimace while getting up "Take this as a token of my gratitude" he said as formally as he could while giving the man a few sickles.
The man bit on one of them for some reason before smiling slightly. "Ay lad these are no stags but it seems like genuine silver so I thank you friend. You should go now however". Lukarion nodded at the man and quickly left, walking towards the giant castle he had seen earlier during his flight.
As Lukarion made his way towards the imposing castle looming in the distance, his senses remained on high alert. The warnings from the man in the tavern echoed in his mind, reminding him of the precariousness of his situation. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, the weight of unfamiliar eyes tracking his every move.
Suddenly, he sensed movement behind him, a subtle shift in the air that set his nerves on edge. Glancing over his shoulder, Lukarion's suspicions were confirmed as he caught sight of several shadowy figures trailing him, their intentions unmistakably nefarious.
Instinct kicked in, and Lukarion quickened his pace, weaving through the labyrinthine streets with practiced agility. The narrow alleys of Flea Bottom offered both cover and challenge, as he sought to outmaneuver his pursuers without drawing undue attention.
But luck was not on his side, as the group of men closed in, their footsteps echoing ominously against the cobblestones. Lukarion could feel the tension mounting, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he prepared for the inevitable confrontation.
With a swift motion, one of the men lunged forward, brandishing a crude weapon with menacing intent. Lukarion's mind raced as he assessed his options, weighing the risks and consequences of each possible course of action.
In a split-second decision, he drew upon his magical abilities and summoned his wand into his right hand, conjuring a blinding flash of light that momentarily dazzled his assailants. Seizing the opportunity, Lukarion darted past them, his heart pounding in his chest as he sprinted towards safety.
The men stumbled and cursed in confusion, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected display of magic. But Lukarion didn't stop to look back, his focus solely set on escaping the clutches of danger that threatened to engulf him.
Still, it seemed as the situation wasn't over as he could still hear someone following him.
'I need to find a way to either solve this without magic or do it in a way that noone notices what I am doing' he thought before getting an idea and smacking his forehead.
"Merlin, how haven't I thought about this earlier?" he asked himself with a laugh. He quickly ran around the corner into a small alley and put a muggle repelling charm on himself.
The footsteps stopped and he could hear the men that had been following him walk away again.
"Weird I could have sworn we were doing something right now"
"Ay Miltar, but it doesn't matter now, let's go back to the tavern"
"Yer right Levi, no idea whyever we left to begin with. Ugh I really need a drink"
As Lukarion breathed a sigh of relief, he leaned against the cold stone wall of the alley, his heart still racing from the adrenaline-fueled encounter. The narrow confines of the alley offered a brief respite from the chaos of King's Landing, but he knew he couldn't linger for long.
With a steady hand, he tucked his wand back into its hidden pocket, concealing his magical prowess once more but not before disillusioning himself and muting his footsteps and his scent. He wanted to remain hidden for a while.
Gathering his wits, Lukarion pushed himself away from the wall and resumed his journey towards the castle. The encounter with the would-be attackers served as a stark reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows of this unfamiliar world. But he refused to let fear dictate his actions, determined to unravel the mysteries of this realm and find his place within it.
As he navigated the winding streets of King's Landing, Lukarion couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the sensation of unseen eyes tracking his every move. It was nonsense of course and yet... something about this city was off. The city seemed to pulse with an undercurrent of tension, its streets teeming with life yet tinged with an aura of unease.
Eventually, Lukarion emerged into a bustling square, the imposing silhouette of the castle looming overhead. Its towering spires reached towards the heavens, casting a long shadow over the cobblestone streets below.
With each step closer to his destination, Lukarion felt a sense of anticipation building within him, the promise of answers and revelations drawing him ever nearer. But as he approached the castle gates, he couldn't shake the feeling that his journey was only just beginning.
The mysteries of King's Landing beckoned, their secrets waiting to be uncovered by a stranger in a strange land. And Lukarion, with his unique blend of magic and determination, was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He entered the castle, making his way slowly while following a few of the servants around and getting to know the place.
After a while he had found the kitchens and a few of the servants quarters aswell as the pantry. After some more time he came across a hallway at the end of which stood a heavily armored young man guarding a wooden double door.
'Merlin, the boy must be as young as when grandpa defeated Voldemort and became the Master of Death' he thought with wonder and curious what such a young man, surely a knight Lukarion thought, could be guarding he approached the double door cautiously.
Lukarion stiffened when he could hear cries of pain and despair from the other side of the door... He could make out wails of "No Aerys.. please stop!".. Someone was being raped! He looked incredulously at the young knight, was he not hearing what was happening behind the doors?
'No... he knows but he is ignoring what's happening...' Lukarion thought grimly. Granted it was most likely the king doing the raping so he could understand that the knight didn't want to intervene but all that didn't matter to Lukarion. He confounded the young knight and entered through the doors, closing them behind him and placing a muffling spell on them.
There he found a man with silver hair in his 40s likely, a mad glint in his eyes as he assaulted the beautiful woman beneath him who looked remarkably like him.
'Oh Merlin, please don't say that woman is the cousin or worse sister of the king' Lukarion thought with disgust. He shuddered when he thought of the fact that he was somewhat related to every other magical noble family in Britain.
He shook himself mentally, a woman needed saving. Turning his wand at the king he sent an overpowered stinging hex at his buttocks before stunning the man.
At first was silence then a meek voice could be heard.
"Is... is it over again?... Thank the gods..." the beautiful woman murmured, the pain evident in her voice. This was the moment that Lukarion chose to step forward.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you before he started ma'am but I just arrived here a few minutes ago" Lukarion said placatingly, his presence surprising the woman greatly as she yelped and hurried out beneath the king, looking at Lukarion with shock.
"Who.. who are you? How are you here?... What happened to Ser Jaime?" she asked him, holding the blanket in front of her to conceal her body from him.
"Well met ma'am I am Lukarion of House Peverell and a foreigner. Don't worry about the knight, he's still standing in front of the door. I merely snuck by him" he said offhandedly, waving his hand which caused the woman to frown at him, no doubt doubting his words.
"I see" she said "Would you be so kind and turn around? I'd like to dress... and I am Rhaella Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms" she said with a sigh though he wondered why she said it as if... it simply didn't matter. He didn't say anything however and turned around promptly.
It didn't take Rhaella long to dress and within the minute they were looking at eachother again with Lukarion losing himself in her pretty purple eyes which caused her to snort in amusement.
"I'm afraid I am married to the king and a little too old for you young man. Might I ask where Ser Jaime really is however? He should be on guard at the moment" the queen said, giving him a stern look that reminded him too much of Aunt Hermione when he once entered the Potter library without her permission. He winced at that memory before gathering himself quickly.
"I didn't lie to you, your majesty. The young knight you are speaking of is still faithfully guarding the door. You will find that I have many talents. Also call me Lukarion or Heir Peverell if you have to." he spoke giving the queen a wide grin.
"Is that so? Well then Heir Peverellyou surely wouldn't mind if I went up to see Ser Jaime on the outside, would you?"
"No your majesty, feel free to do so. Though I will of course hide in the meantime"
"That is fine for me" Rhaella said with a nod before opening the door and stepping out, closing the door behind her. Lukarion was left alone with his thoughts, plans on how to find a way home beginning to form in his head.
POV Jaime Lannister
Jaime Lannister stood at the window that was near the double doors leading to the king's chambers, gazing out over the sprawling city of King's Landing. The aftermath of the Battle of the Trident weighed heavily on his mind, casting a somber shadow over the capital.
The news of Prince Rhaegar's defeat and death had sent shockwaves through the realm, leaving uncertainty and fear in its wake. He couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at him, the knowledge that he had been unable to fight alongside his prince, bound by the vows of the Kingsguard to protect the royal family.
More importantly, such a battle would have been a good way to gain glory... though perhaps it was better he didn't take part in the battle. Robert Baratheon was now called the Demon of the Trident and had ripped through scores of men on the way to Prince Rhaegar.. or so the smallfolk claimed.
He had heard Ser Alliser Thorne speak that they were preparing for the enemy to march on King's Landing and that there were preparations to get the pregnant Queen and Prince Viserys out of King's Landing and to Dragonstone. Princess Elia and her children were to be kept at the Red Keep however, the king had commanded it to be.
Yet amidst the chaos of war, Jaime couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that gripped him, the uncertainty of what the future held for him and his family.
As he reflected on the chaos that had recently engulfed the realm, Jaime's thoughts turned to it's future.
With Rhaegar's defeat, the rebellion had gained momentum, its victory now seeming more attainable than ever before. He knew his grace was already gathering another host to send to battle but he couldn't see it happening before the enemies were upon the city's gates.
Lost in thought, Jaime was brought back to the present by the sound of the door he was guarding opening. He turned to see Queen Rhaella looking at him with suspicion.
"Ser Jaime," the queen said, her voice grave. "An intruder is in the king's chambers. How he snuck past you I'd like to know later but it doesnt matter for now. Gather the guards, come back and take the intruder named Lukarion Peverell into custody. Do it silently, if you manage to come back in time and without the intruder finding out then I will forgive you for your failure. Do not disappoint me again, Ser Jaime. Now go" she said her eyes as hard as steel as they gazed at him.
Jaime had frozen for a moment... an intruder in the king's chambers? How was that possible? But Jaime didn't dare to think about it too long and quickly made his way to where he knew the nearest guards usually patrolled.
As Jaime Lannister hurried through the corridors of the Red Keep, his mind raced with a mixture of determination and trepidation. The queen's words echoed in his ears, her stern command driving him forward with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.
With each step, Jaime's heart pounded in his chest, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of the situation unfolding before him. An intruder in the king's chambers was a threat not to be taken lightly, especially in the midst of such turmoil and upheaval.
As he rounded a corner, Jaime encountered a group of guards on patrol, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion at his sudden appearance. "Men, gather your comrades and meet me at the king's chambers," Jaime commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. "There's an intruder we must apprehend. Move quickly and quietly."
Without waiting for a response, Jaime continued down the corridor, his pace quickening as he sought out additional reinforcements. Along the way, he encountered several more groups of guards, each one swiftly mobilized to join the effort.
Finally, with a sizable contingent of guards assembled, Jaime made his way back to the king's chambers, his senses on high alert as he prepared to confront the unknown threat that lurked within. Upon his arrival, Jaime found the guards already gathered, their weapons drawn and ready for action. With them were the Queen aswell as Ser Alliser Thorne, Ser Berret Graceford and Ser Darron Yronwood.
The tension in the air was palpable as they awaited his command, their eyes darting nervously around the hallway. Taking charge of the situation, Jaime positioned himself at the forefront of the group, his sword held at the ready as he prepared to confront the intruder head-on.
With a nod of acknowledgment to his fellow knights, Jaime motioned for them to follow his lead as they advanced into the chamber. Inside, they found Lukarion standing calmly but turning around in shock when the man saw them entering instead of the queen.
Jaime's eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation, his gaze flickering between the intruder and the queen who stood nearby, her expression unreadable. "Lukarion of House Peverell," Jaime spoke with authority, his voice cutting through the tense silence. "By order of Queen Rhaella, you are to surrender yourself into our custody. Resist, and you will face the consequences."
The intruder regarded Jaime and the assembled guards with a measured gaze, his stance unwavering as he probably prepared to defend himself against the impending onslaught. A foolish endeavor but he was apparently a foreigner so who could blame the man?
Behind the intruder, Jaime noticed the unconscious form of his king and he tensed, subtly guiding Ser Alliser's gaze to the unconscious body of their king on his bed.
The air crackled with anticipation as Jaime and Lukarion faced off, the fate of King's Landing hanging in the balance as the tension reached its boiling point.
Chapter 2:
As Jaime and the intruder locked eyes in a tense standoff, Queen Rhaella stepped forward, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere of the room.
"Enough," she commanded, her tone firm and authoritative. "Arrest him and throw him into the black cells for attacking the king."
The guards tensed at her words, their weapons raised and ready to apprehend the intruder. But before they could move, the man sighed heavily, his expression one of resignation tinged with regret.
"You know Queen Rhaella, I had thought you wiser after I snuck by Ser Jaime and knocked out your husband. Well... I had hoped to finish the day without fighting but who am I to refuse such an interesting challenge?"
the man said with an audacity that Jaime had never heard before drawing a stick from some place only the gods would know with a swift motion, his movements fluid and practiced.
Suddenly three tables had somehow transformed into a bunch of big, black furred snarling dogs that immediately attacked the Targaryen guards.
The guards, their chins basically on the ground, were taken out of their stupor by a flash of silver light that caused a silver liquid to begin seeping from the ground, forming two inhuman looking monsters [think of the golems from Clash of Clans], that immediately started smashing guards left and right.
A barrage of red lights were sent at the guards, each one finding its mark with deadly accuracy. The guards staggered and fell, their bodies collapsing to the ground in a heap as the intruder swiftly disarmed them. As the remaining guards rushed forward to engage him, the man danced nimbly out of reach, his stick waving intricate patterns in the air as the air grew thick with fog.
By now Jaime, Sers Alliser, Berret and Darron had formed a guard around their queen to protect her from the demon in front of them. They couldn't see anything through the thick fog but their ears told them everything as within the minute all sounds of fighting had stopped and the fog slowly dispelled.
Jaime gritted his teeth when he saw that his queen was shaking with fright, no doubt even more affected by the unnatural display as the knights guarding her were.
"Your grace, you need to get out of hear and alert everyone in the vicinity that we have a sorcerer in the castle, taking out guards left and right. Ser Darron, gather the city watch and any other guard on or off duty and hurry here. Sers Jaime, Berret and I will make a stand as long as we will be able to" Ser Alliser Thorne said suddenly in a voice so grim that Jaime had never heard from the dour man.
Noone had any objections and within seconds Queen Rhaella and Ser Darron had left the king's chambers again.
This left Jaime with two companions against a sorcerer of unknown but clearly great power and skill. Would they even be able to do anything against such dark power?
It turned out the answer was no. The silver beasts that had been created by the sorcerer with his magic came out of the thinning fog and shrugged of Jaime's blade like it was a wooden stick, knocked out Ser Berret and then grasped him and Ser Thorne in their hands.
The fog was now quickly ceasing to exist, letting the two knights left awake gaze at the sorcerer once more.
It should have surprised Jaime that the sorcerer didn't even seem fazed by the battle but it didn't. The man had taken care of Jaime and all the others with such ease it was frightening.
Footsteps took him out of his musing as Queen Rhaella walked towards the sorcerer and dropped on her knees in front of him.
"I see now that I was wrong in trying to take you into custody, though I hope you understand why I had to do it. Please do not punish my knights and guards for my failure and spare them any punishment, you may do with me as you wish without fear of any king of resistance from me"
she said, her head hung low in defeat as she offered what was left of her dignity after many years of abuse by her husband in exchange for Jaime's and the others' lifes. He would have cried out in protest but in that moment he was too craven, fearing demonic torture of unimaginable scale by the sorcerer.
Said sorcerer picked up the queen and put her on her feet, gently kissing her forehead.
"I truly admire your courage, Queen Rhaella. While I am a bit miffed you betrayed my trust I would have done the same in your position. I will not harm your soldiers any further, that I promise and I accept your sacrifice" the sorcerer said gentlier than a demonic creature like him had any right to do and Jaime wondered why he was being so gentle.
"Thank you my Lord" Jaime's queen said, her voice filled with gratitude that made Jaime's heart ache. He was never able to protect her from the king and now this sorcerer would get to violate her to his heart's content too...