Notes:
1.In this alternate universe (AU) story, there exists a small forest located south of the Wall, in close proximity to Castle Black. Within this forest stands an ancient godswood, Within the heart of this godswood lies a sacred heart tree.
2. In this story, the Greyjoy Rebellion lasted for two years, from 289 AC to 290 AC.
3. A Very AU Chapter
This is a story based on the Game of Thrones books and TV series, but be warned, it's a very AU (Alternate Universe) story. If you're someone who doesn't enjoy a story that deviates a lot from canon, where certain characters may act out of character, or if you're not a fan of romance with a good amount of fluff, and a story that ultimately has a happy ending, then this may not be the right story for you.
Chapter 11
A tense silence enveloped the room as Elaena approached the table. Her heart skipped a beat upon laying eyes on Aemon. The ancient blood magic coursing through her veins allowed her to recognize him instantly, and tears of joy welled up in her eyes. "Maester Aemon, blood of my blood," she whispered, her voice filled with reverence.
Aemon's weathered face filled with wonder and emotion. "I never thought I would live to see this day," he said, his voice trembling with a mixture of astonishment and gratitude. "To meet the sister of my ancestor Aenar. Welcome, Elaena."
Overwhelmed by the moment, the two embraced warmly, their connection transcending the boundaries of time and space. In that embrace.
As they held each other, Elaena leaned in closer and whispered in High Valyrian, "All the children are safe in Valyria, the four of them," she revealed, her voice carrying reassurance.
Aemon's eyes widened, a spark of joy igniting within him at the news. While no words were exchanged, the unspoken understanding between them spoke volumes. The legacy of their bloodline, the bond that connected them, now extended to the new generation thriving in the distant lands of Valyria.
Mormont cleared his throat, interrupting the moment. "As much as I appreciate the sentiment of a family reunion," he said gruffly, gesturing for Elaena to take a seat.
Elaena obediently settled herself across from Mormont, her gaze subtly scanning the room before her eyes inevitably landed on Benjen Stark. There was an enigmatic aura surrounding him, an air of mystery and strength that instantly captivated her.
"It is an honor to meet you, Benjen Stark," Elaena said, her eyes locked onto Benjen's form. As she gazed at him, a profound longing stirred within her, a sensation she struggled to comprehend. There was an inexplicable connection between them, as if their souls recognized each other across time.
Benjen, equally enthralled by Elaena's presence, found himself unable to look away. He had heard tales of the legendary Valyrian Freehold, but meeting someone from that ancient land was beyond his wildest imaginings. Her beauty possessed an otherworldly quality, intertwined with a formidable strength that both intrigued and mesmerized him.
The tension in the room momentarily broke as Mormont cleared his throat once more, reclaiming their attention. "My lady, may I know the purpose of your visit?" he asked, his gruff tone softened by a hint of curiosity.
Reluctantly tearing her gaze away from Benjen, Elaena refocused on Mormont, her mind still lingering with the inexplicable connection she felt. The unspoken bond between her and Benjen remained a tantalizing mystery, whispering promises of a future yet to unfold.
"Lord Commander Mormont, I am here to investigate what I mentioned in the letter and verify if the visions I had six years ago truly represent a threat," Elaena said. Her eyes grew intense once more as she continued, "If the potential threat beyond the Wall is real," she asserted, her voice unwavering, "the fate of not only Westeros but also Essos and the rest of the world is at great risk."
Lord Commander Mormont listened attentively as Elaena spoke, her words carrying a weight that demanded their full consideration. Her eyes grew intense, reflecting her determination as she emphasized the gravity of the situation.
Mormont, though still harboring his initial skepticism, felt compelled to acknowledge the sincerity in Elaena's demeanor. He leaned forward, his gaze fixed upon her face, searching for any signs of deception. After a moment of contemplation, he stroked his beard and responded, choosing his words carefully.
"My lady, I apologize for being so direct, and I hope you understand my skepticism," Mormont began, his tone respectful yet cautious. "I have read the letter several times, and while Maester Aemon confirms that you shared the same vision as Aegon the Conqueror, I still require further evidence. What guarantee do we have that you speak the truth? Can you prove that you are from Valyria? As far as looks, you could be from Lys or Volantis. Can you at least explain how Valyria reemerges after nearly 400 years overnight?"
Elaena nodded solemnly, acknowledging Lord Mormont's concerns. "I understand, Lord Mormont," she replied, her voice steady. "Trust is not given lightly, and I am prepared to prove myself."
As Elaena met Mormont's skeptical gaze with unwavering determination, she noticed a surprising shift in his expression. His lips curled into a slight smile—a glimmer of approval. Her gaze shifted, and she saw Benjen Stark and Aemon Targaryen, both wearing expressions of satisfaction. Their positive reactions fueled her resolve, strengthening her belief in her mission.
"Forgive me, Aelora, for what I am about to do, but I need to convince them," Elaena thought to herself.
In a display of her power, Elaena waved her hand, conjuring a small flame that materialized in the air before them. Its gentle flickering cast a warm glow, illuminating the room with a mystical ambiance. The dancing flames captivated the attention of all present, their ethereal light reflecting in their eyes.
The flame not only warmed the room to a temperature reminiscent of Valyria rather than the freezing chill of the outside, but it also seemed to infuse a comforting warmth within the bodies and spirits of Lord Mormont, Maester Aemon, and Benjen Stark.
At the same time, Elaena removed the long cloak she was wearing, revealing that underneath it, she donned a long chainmail. Around her waist, she carried a sword, both of them possessing a shade of grey so dark that it appeared almost black.
"Valyrian Steel," Mormont exclaimed in astonishment, as he observed Benjen Stark, who was equally amazed. Aemon, on the other hand, maintained a serene demeanor, though for a moment, Mormont thought he detected a faint smile playing on Aemon's lips.
As Elaena observed the mesmerizing dance of the flame, she sensed a shift in the room's atmosphere. Doubt momentarily gave way to wonder and curiosity. The flickering fire served as both a manifestation of her powers and a symbol of the profound truths she carried within.
Mormont's smile widened, indicating that her words had begun to resonate with him. Benjen Stark's gaze held a sense of intrigue, while Aemon Targaryen's eyes gleamed with recognition. It was as if the dancing flames had ignited a spark of belief in their hearts, illuminating the path toward a shared understanding.
Elaena's expression grew even more solemn, her eyes filled with a renewed intensity that conveyed the weight of her words. Taking a moment to collect herself, she let the depth of her knowledge settle within her before responding.
"As for what happened to Valyria," she began, meticulously explaining the ancient spell that transported Valyria four hundred years into the future. As she spoke, she could feel the growing fascination among her audience, their eyes fixed upon her with unwavering attention. With each word, the room was filled with an air of intrigue and anticipation. And when she finally concluded her explanation, the expressions of astonishment on the faces of Lord Mormont, Maester Aemon, and Benjen Stark were undeniable.
Elaena's words about the spell hung in the air, enveloping the room in a profound stillness. The flame she conjured continued to flicker, casting an ethereal glow upon their faces, as if highlighting the weight of the revelation.
Mormont's gaze shifted to Benjen Stark and Aemon Targaryen, and in that moment, they shared a silent understanding. The depth of the ancient knowledge that Elaena possessed began to dawn on them, kindling a spark of belief and curiosity within their hearts.
"Lady Elaena," Mormont finally spoke, his voice resonating with newfound respect, "I believe in you. What I have just witnessed and experienced... it defies words. The fire you created not only brought warmth to this room but also ignited a profound sense of warmth within me."
Benjen Stark chimed in, complementing Mormont's sentiment, "Lord Commander, let us not forget about the chainmail she is wearing, along with the sword. I have seen Valyrian Steel swords before, but a chainmail made of Valyrian Steel— as far as I know, there is no one in Westeros who possesses such a remarkable piece."
After a moment of contemplation, Lord Mormont's expression shifted to one of bitter amusement. "For years, we have pleaded with the court in King's Landing to pay attention to the Night's Watch, but it seems that the ones who take an interest in what occurs beyond the Wall are not them, but a foreign power that reemerges after 400 years.
Mormont's words carried a tinge of frustration, reflecting the long-standing struggle the Night's Watch had faced in gaining support from the realm. His eyes met Elaena's with a mix of gratitude and bitterness as he realized that her presence held the potential to change their fortunes.
Mormont exchanged a glance with Aemon, and Benjen Stark shifted restlessly in his seat. "My lady, what do you propose?" Mormont finally inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.
Elaena's gaze intensified once more, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I propose that we join forces," she declared. "Let us share our knowledge and pool our resources. The fate of not only Westeros but also Essos and the entire world hinges upon it."
"Please, continue," Mormont urged, his interest piqued.
Elaena settled back in her chair, her eyes shining with a blend of determination and curiosity. "I do not possess all the answers," she stated deliberately. "However, I firmly believe that in the northern reaches of Westeros, particularly beyond the Wall, two opposing forces of divine origin have been engaged in an age-old conflict spanning millennia."
As a profound silence descended upon the room, Elaena forged ahead, her words resonating with unwavering conviction. "I truly believe that the key to defeating the impending threat beyond the Wall lies within the enigmatic mysteries concealed in the north. The magic that permeates this land, I can feel its presence. And as I venture further northward, its power intensifies, as though it calls upon us to uncover its hidden depths. It is my steadfast belief that the Lord of Light, the deity who has graced my visions, compels us to embark on a journey to the north, unveiling the secrets held within this magic."
As Elaena prepared to continue speaking, she noticed Benjen silently signaling that he wanted to contribute. She nodded, giving him the floor.
"I may be young and new to the Night's Watch, and I may not have even taken the oath yet," Benjen began, "but I am from the North, and in the North, we take ancient stories of the Long Night seriously. If Lady Elaena's visions hold true, we cannot afford to ignore this potential danger. We must be prepared to face this potential enemy, even if we have heard nothing of them for thousands of years."
Elaena smiled at Benjen, grateful for his support, and then turned to Lord Mormont. "Lord Commander, is there anything else you wish to know?"
Mormont pondered for a moment, organizing his thoughts before speaking. "Lady Elaena, before accepting your proposal to work in coordination with you, I need to know something."
Mormont noticed Elaena's thoughtful expression, and she gestured for him to continue. "Tell me, Lady Elaena," Mormont began, his tone both curious and cautious, "how well acquainted are you with the current political landscape of Westeros and the fate of House Targaryen?"
Finally, Mormont's insatiable curiosity got the better of him, and he posed another question, his voice filled with anticipation. "My lady, there is another question, a perplexing enigma that has not only consumed my thoughts but has also plagued the minds of every inhabitant of Westeros, from the lowliest commoner to the mightiest lords and ladies of the Great Houses. It revolves around the eerie silence that shrouds Valyria."
As he finished speaking, Mormont noticed Elaena listening with a neutral expression on her face, yet she signaled for him to continue. Taking her cue, Mormont continued, "After we heard the rumors, whispers, and finally the news confirming Valyria's reappearance, six long years have passed without any further information, only silence emanating from the peninsula—an apparent period of inactivity that has captivated and, in some cases, terrified us all. Can you, my lady, provide any insight into this enigma that has entranced us?"
Elaena, knowing that the conversation would eventually revolve around this topic, decided to proceed with caution.
Looking determinedly at them, Elaena spoke, "Lord Commander Mormont, Maester Aemon, Benjen Stark, before I respond, you should know that there are internal political matters within the Freehold that I am not authorized to discuss. But..."
Elaena paused for a moment to observe them once again before continuing, "But there is a way for me to speak freely with all of you if you are willing to enter into a blood magic pact with me. This pact will ensure that only those present here will know the topics discussed—well, us and Aelora Balaerys, a member of the Triarchy of Valyria."
Aemon, who listened attentively, said, "The Triarchy of Valyria! Elaena, I pride myself on being the person who knows the most about Valyria in Westeros, but honestly, I have never heard of a Triarchy."
Elaena smiled and replied, "My dear Aemon, how I would love to sit with you and talk for hours about Valyria. Above the forty families of Dragonriders, of which we Targaryens are a part, there are three additional families that hold the true power in the Freehold. These families have more power and dragons than all the forty families combined."
Jeor Mormont, who had been listening and deep in thought, said, "To hell with my doubts, let's get it done, Elaena."
Elaena's POV:
How intriguing. The sensation that coursed through me as I took small amounts of blood from the three of them was indescribable. Aemon, without a doubt, possesses the blood of the dragon. The unmistakable Targaryen aura emanates from his blood, though it lies dormant, waiting to be awakened. Yet, it was Benjen Stark and Lord Commander Jeor Mormont who truly captivated me. They both harbor a profound magic within, a magic that resonates with the same mystical energy I encountered in Valyria, when I held the candle that symbolized the life of Rhaegar and Lyanna's child. Jeor's magic lies dormant, waiting to be unleashed, but as for Benjen, I sense that there is far more to him than meets the eye.
This revelation reinforces what Aelora had previously mentioned —the inhabitants of the northern reaches of Westeros, with their pure First Men lineage, are innately connected to the mystical arts, just like us Valyrians.
Once the ritual was complete, Elaena began to respond to Jeor Mormont's questions.
"Lord Mormont, regarding these six years of alleged inactivity, I must tell you that we have been quite active in Valyria, reorganizing ourselves. The leap in time of four hundred years caught us off guard, and we hope that in a time we still do not have a date for, we will emerge into the world to reclaim our ancient colonies in Essos and bring order to those territories."
Elaena hesitated, her gaze sweeping over the room as she noticed their intense scrutiny. "As for Westeros, there is no need to worry," Elaena assured them, her eyes locked on their faces. "The Freehold never sought to conquer the Sunset Kingdoms. In fact, it is in our best interest for Westeros to maintain its independence."
Recalling the trade between the Freehold and the Seven Kingdoms four hundred years ago, Elaena carefully gauged their reactions. "Four hundred years ago, trade with the Seven Kingdoms was beneficial for us. The kings and nobles of that era paid large sums of gold for our Dragon Steel swords, which you call Valyrian Steel. Our current intention is not to invade Westeros but to resume trade once we are reorganized in Valyria."
She paused briefly, considering her next words. "Regarding my family…" She was about to continue, but Aemon gestured for her to stop.
"Elaena," Aemon interjected, his voice filled with authority, commanding everyone's attention.
"Amongst those gathered here, I believe I am the most qualified to narrate the history of House Targaryen and the events that have unfolded in Westeros. Once I have finished my account, you can share what you know." Determination resonated in his words as he continued, his gaze steady.
"Young Benjen Stark, would you be so kind as to go to my private quarters for a moment? Ask Clydas or Chett to bring the bottle of Dornish wine I have been saving for a special occasion. This evening promises to be long, and what better way to enjoy it than with my Valyrian kin?"
After some time, when Benjen had returned and they were all seated, Aemon embarked on his storytelling, recounting the historical events from the times of Aegon the Conqueror to the sack of King's Landing during Robert's Rebellion. Elaena listened attentively, maintaining a neutral expression. However, when Aemon reached the part about Rickard and Brandon Stark, Elaena sensed Benjen's anguish, and a profound sense of shame washed over her.
As Aemon concluded his narration, Elaena noticed the expectant gazes of the three men in the room. Her eyes locked with Benjen's, and overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled up in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Aerys was a cruel man. On behalf of House Targaryen, I beg for your forgiveness for the crimes he committed against your family. And I implore you not to judge Maester Aemon, my daughter Alysanne, myself, or any other surviving Targaryens based on the atrocities committed by Aerys."
Benjen, taken aback by Elaena's vulnerability, looked at her in astonishment. "My Lady, all families lost loved ones in that war," Benjen replied, his voice filled with empathy. "Neither you, nor Maester Aemon, nor your daughter bear any blame for the sins of Aerys. I understand that." Elaena gazed into his eyes, which glimmered with a sudden rage, as Benjen continued, "What was done to the Targaryen children and to Elia was dishonorable."
Upon hearing Benjen's words, Elaena felt her heart skip a beat, and a warmth ignited within her, brighter than the flickering flame of the brightest candle. She rose from her seat and approached where Benjen was seated. He too stood up, and they locked eyes for a brief moment. Suddenly, Elaena enveloped him in a tight embrace, a gesture that was reciprocated by Benjen, much to the astonishment of Lord Commander Mormont and Aemon. Elaena wept bitterly for a while, unaffected by the curious gazes around them.
After the embrace, Elaena regained her composure and returned to her seat. She began sharing what she already knew about Westeros, briefly mentioning the safety and well-being of the Targaryen children in Valyria. She silently thanked the gods that Lord Commander Mormont didn't inquire further about that delicate matter.
Upon hearing that Aegon and the other Targaryen children were alive, Mormont addressed Elaena, "My lady, the Night's Watch's duty is to defend the realms of men from threats beyond the Wall. Our longstanding policy regarding political conflicts in Westeros has been one of neutrality, and it will remain so."
As the hours passed, the meeting progressed and neared its end. Lord Commander Mormont broke the silence, expressing his gratitude to Lady Elaena for her honesty and emphasizing the importance of this first step towards unraveling the mysteries beyond the Wall.
"We are in agreement, Lady Elaena," Mormont said with determination. "You will come every three days to continue planning this special operation."
Elaena nodded solemnly, her eyes shining with resolve. "Agreed, Lord Commander Mormont. And once we have finished this planning, I will arrange a meeting through the magic glasses with Aelora Baelarys from the Triarchy of the Freehold. I will inform her of your keen interest in speaking with her."
Mormont shifted his gaze to Benjen Stark, his expression conveying utmost seriousness. "Benjen, remember the details of our discussion today. Among the three individuals mentioned in Elaena's vision, you are the most suitable candidate. Maester Aemon has already taken his oath and carries out his duties as a maester. Due to his age, he is no longer capable of engaging in physically demanding work such as that of a ranger."
Pausing momentarily, Mormont sought Maester Aemon's approving nod before continuing. "As for me, I am bound by my responsibilities as Lord Commander. And lastly, there is you. Since you have yet to take your oath, you are the most fitting person, as depicted in the vision, to train with Elaena in the coming months and accompany her on her journey north. I am aware of your past experience as a scout in Wolfswood, which is why I want you to take her there for a field experience in the forests. Based on that, I will then decide whether to send both of you to accompany the rangers on expeditions in the Enchanted Forest beyond the Wall."
Mormont's words resonated through the air, each syllable carrying the weight of responsibility. His unwavering gaze fixed on Benjen, he spoke with a commanding tone. "Until this mission with Elaena is completed, I request that you postpone your oath to the Night's Watch. Once we conclude this mission, you can freely decide whether or not you wish to swear your allegiance."
Benjen furrowed his brow, contemplating the enormity of the task at hand. The significance of his family name, Stark, seemed to press down on him as he stood before the Lord Commander.
"I understand, Lord Commander Mormont," Benjen replied firmly, determination echoing in his voice. "I am willing to do whatever it takes to prepare both myself and Elaena for the challenges that lie beyond the Wall. Wolfswood shall serve as our training ground, and I will ensure that we are fully equipped to face the perils of the Enchanted Forest and beyond."
Elaena, a blend of apprehension and excitement in her eyes, sought comfort in Benjen's unwavering resolve. She sensed a newfound strength welling within herself.
"Very well," Jeor Mormont said, pleased with Benjen's response. He extended his hand towards Elaena. "Let us join forces and face this threat together."
Elaena, feeling a sense of relief, shook Mormont's hand. "Thank you, Lord Mormont. You won't regret this decision."
Mormont smiled, then turned to Benjen. "Benjen, accompany Lady Elaena to Mole's Town," he instructed. He then focused on Elaena. "My lady, I will await your return here in three days to continue."
As Elaena and Benjen rode into the distance, heading towards Mole Town, Jeor Mormont and Aemon Targaryen observed.
"Did we lose him, Aemon?" Mormont asked.
Aemon, smirking, replied, "Dragons are possessive and protective, Jeor. She has already claimed him. We haven't lost anything; rather, we have gained a powerful ally."
"Do you believe so?" Jeor inquired.
"Absolutely," Aemon responded, turning to face Mormont. "Benjen may not swear an oath to the Night's Watch, but the task he will undertake with Elaena beyond the Wall will directly benefit us. With or without an oath, Benjen will serve as a scout for the Night's Watch."
Jeor Mormont burst into laughter. "I want to make a bet with you, Aemon."
"What kind of bet?" Aemon asked.
"How long until Benjen proposes marriage to Elaena?" Mormont chuckled. "Starks and their honor. Benjen will want to take her to a heart tree to swear their vows before bedding her."
Aemon replied, "Unless she proposes marriage first. Women in Valyria had the same rights as men." He paused, contemplating the idea, and continued, "If that were to happen, a union between a Targaryen and a member of House Stark, but not just any Targaryen—a Targaryen from Valyria—the North would gain immense power. Power that would change the political landscape of Westeros."
Five minutes later, as they rode, Elaena noticed a raven flying alongside Benjen for several minutes and asked, "Benjen, is that bird yours? Is it your pet?"
Benjen smiled warmly at Elaena and responded, "No, my lady, it's not my pet. It's more of a trusted friend with whom I share a unique bond. His name is Nightwing."
Elaena's eyes widened with intrigue as she whispered to herself, "A skinchanger." She couldn't help but think, "Benjen Stark, you possess far more depth than meets the eye."
Six months later, Wolfswood, 289 AC,
Benjen leaned against a tree, his gaze fixed on Nightwing perched atop another tree. Lost in his thoughts of Winterfell, he suddenly felt a soft touch on his arm. Startled, he turned to see Elaena standing before him, her violet eyes reflecting his own image. She leaned in, her lips brushing his, a moment filled with hesitation and yearning, questioning everything he knew.
"Ben," She whispered, breath catching as she clung to him. The kiss deepened, an embrace filled with newfound emotions. One hand cradled her face, the other pressed against the small of her back as she melded against him, supple and graceful.
"Tell me you desire this," he pleaded, lips brushing against hers.
"I want this," she breathed, a sweet melody against his mouth.
3 weeks later Castle black (Maester Aemon private quarter) 289 AC
Aemon found himself immersed in his book when a knock on the door interrupted him.
"Maester Aemon," came Chett's voice, "there's someone asking for you. The person who came to Castle Black a few months ago to meet with you and the Lord Commander is back."
"Tell her to come in," Aemon replied.
As Elaena entered, Aemon noticed they were finally alone and decided to break the ice in an uncharacteristically playful tone. "Aunty Elaena, I see you've returned. How were these past three months of training in Wolfswood?"
Elaena blushed like a teenager upon hearing this and said, "Aemon, please don't call me that. You are far wiser than I am."
She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts and figuring out how to express herself. "The training was excellent, and we'll discuss it further when we meet with Lord Commander Mormont."
Taking a moment to compose herself, she continued, "Aemon, I have come because I need your help. Please tell me, I need to know how wedding ceremonies are conducted here in the North," Elaena begged.
Upon hearing this, Aemon smiled, thinking, "Lord Mormont owes me five coins."
2 weeks later Godswood near castle black 289 AC
Elaena, adorned in a maiden's cloak bearing the sigil of House Targaryen, was escorted by Maester Aemon to the sacred heart tree. She thanked the gods that one of the women from the Lysene family, who lived with her as part of her cover, knew how to sew, and it was she who had made the cloak for her.
As they approached, Elaena noticed that Benjen was already standing beneath the heart tree, and she smiled. Benjen spoke, "Who comes? Who comes before the gods?"
Aemon replied, "Elaena of House Targaryen comes here to be wed. A woman grown and blossomed, trueborn and noble, she seeks the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?"
The groom responded, "I, Benjen of House Stark, claim her. Who gives her?"
Aemon answered, "Aemon of House Targaryen, the 17th great-grandnephew of the bride." Then, with shining eyes, Aemon turned to Elaena and asked, "Lady Elaena, will you take this man?"
With happiness radiating from her face, Elaena replied, "I take this man."
Elaena and Benjen then joined hands and knelt before the heart tree, bowing their heads in submission to the gods. They spent a few moments in silent prayer before rising to their feet.
Benjen proceeded to remove Elaena's maiden's cloak and replaced it with a cloak bearing the sigil of House Stark, symbolizing his protection over her and her acceptance into his family.
Five hours later,
Elaena and Benjen lay snuggled together in a cozy bed after a night of passionate lovemaking in Elaena's house in Mole Town. Breaking the silence, Elaena's voice filled with curiosity and affection, "Tell me more about your brother and his family, Ben."
Benjen took a deep breath, his nostalgic smile shining through as he began to paint a vivid picture of his brother Eddard and his family. The night embraced them, and Elaena's request lingered in the air as they delved into the tales of their past.
"Winterfell, the ancient stronghold of House Stark, is our home," Benjen began, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "Eddard, my older brother, is a noble and honorable man. He married Catelyn Tully, a woman from the Riverlands, and together they had four children."
As he spoke, Benjen weaved a tapestry of descriptions and emotions, adding depth to his storytelling. He spoke of Robb and Torrhen, his twin nephews, who at the age of six already displayed distinct personalities. Robb, the elder, exuded the promise of a future warrior, while Torrhen possessed a calm and contemplative nature, with whispers of becoming a maester one day. The image of their youthful energy and contrasting temperaments came alive in Elaena's mind.
"Catherine believes that Torrhen could become a maester one day," Benjen continued, his voice brimming with affection. "And Sansa, their gentle-hearted sister, is just three years old, filled with innocence and kindness. But it's Arya, the newborn baby, who brings us the most joy."
Elaena's curiosity was palpable as she absorbed the details of each family member. But it was when Benjen mentioned Jon that a hint of sadness passed through his eyes, catching Elaena's attention. She reached out, her touch gentle and understanding.
"Tell me about Jon," she whispered, her voice filled with compassion. "There's something hidden in your gaze when you speak of him."
Benjen hesitated for a moment, his thoughts clouded by conflicting emotions. The mysteries surrounding Jon's existence weighed heavily on his heart. With a heavy sigh, Benjen finally spoke, his voice tinged with both melancholy and curiosity.
"Jon Snow," he began, his words carrying a weight of uncertainty, "is Eddard's... Well, he's Eddard's bastard. Born from an unknown woman in the south." The truth hung in the air, stirring a mix of emotions within them.
As Elaena sensed the depth of Benjen's emotions, she gently interrupted his storytelling, wanting to understand further. "Benjen," she whispered, her voice filled with empathy, "there's more to Jon's story, isn't there? What do you believe?"
Benjen's gaze met Elaena's, his eyes reflecting a mix of longing and torment. "I've often wondered," he admitted, "if there's more to Jon's parentage. Eddard has always been tight-lipped about it, even with me. But there are moments when I look at Jon, and I see something... something that goes beyond a simple bastard."
"Promise me that once we finish this mission beyond the Wall, you will take me to Winterfell," Elaena said, smiling brightly. "I want to meet them all, Ben."
"I promise you, Ely," Benjen replied tenderly, his voice filled with affection.
One month later, outside Castle Black, at the beginning of 290 AC.
Lord Commander Mormont observed the enormous magic mirror with a sense of concern. It had been installed about two hundred meters south of Castle Black and, for now, only reflected their surroundings: Castle Black and the Wall. He asked with unease, "Lady Stark Targaryen," referring to Elaena, "when this mirror starts functioning, are you sure that only Maester Aemon, yourself, Benjen, and I will be the ones who see what the mirror reveals?"
"Yes," Elaena responded calmly, closely examining the ceremonial dagger she had brought from Valyria. "Only those who participate in the spell will see and hear. For others who are near, they will simply see what a normal mirror reflects."
Jeor Mormont was somewhat reassured by her answer, although he would have preferred this meeting with the Triarch of Valyria, Aelora Balaerys, to take place in a more private location. He understood why the Triarchy wanted to witness the Wall, and deep down, he was anxious and somewhat excited about what he would see.
"We are ready, Elaena," Aemon said confidently.
Elaena first proceeded to make a small cut on one of Lord Commander Mormont's fingers with her dagger. Then, she approached Maester Aemon and did the same. Finally, she approached her husband Benjen, and they locked eyes for a moment. Elaena bit her lip, giving Benjen a predatory look, and proceeded to make a small cut on his finger. Lastly, she made a cut on her own finger.
With the blood from the four of them, Elaena approached the mirror and touched it. She began reciting an incantation in High Valyrian, while Jeor, Aemon, and Benjen watched in astonishment as the mirror started emitting a golden glow.
After a moment of anticipation, they observed how slowly the reflection in the mirror changed from themselves, Castle Black, and the Wall in the distance, to that of a Valyrian-looking woman a few years older than Elaena. She was dressed in armor.
Elaena couldn't help but smirk as she saw where Aelora was located: at the top of one of the towers belonging to House Balaerys. She could witness the awe-inspiring sight of the towering obsidian fire and blood magician towers and the Valyrian Senate in the background. Above, she could see hundreds of dragons soaring through the sky.
Taking note of her companions' reactions, Elaena observed Lord Commander Mormont and Benjen, their eyes wide open, as if attempting to absorb every intricate detail before them. Aemon, on the other hand, maintained his characteristic calm, yet a glimmer of pride seemed to emanate from him, and Elaena thought she spotted a tear welling up in one of his eyes.
Curious about Aelora's response, she turned her gaze to the mirror. What she witnessed left her pleasantly surprised.
Aelora's initial smile had transformed into an enigmatic expression. Her eyes were fixed on the Wall.
Elaena recalled the heartfelt conversation they had shared back in Valyria, before her own journey to Westeros. It was during that conversation that Aelora had confided in her about her lifelong dream of witnessing the magnificence of the Wall, and now she couldn't help but notice a dreamy, wistful expression in Aelora's eyes, as if the fulfillment of that long-held dream was unfolding before her. It was as if Aelora's deepest desires were coming to life before her, evoking a sense of wonder and enchantment.
After a brief moment of silence, Elaena took it upon herself to break the ice and initiate the necessary introductions.
Two hours passed in an exhaustive meeting where various topics were discussed. Finally, it was agreed that Elaena and Benjen would embark on their mission beyond the Wall in three months. This provided enough time for Aelora to order the crafting of weapons and protective gear made with Dragon Steel, such as arrows, daggers, swords, chainmails, and other accessories that would be useful for the mission. These items would be transported from Valyria to the northern part of Westeros in a dragon at a specific location where there would be no people. Elaena would provide the coordinates for the delivery.
As Lord Commander Mormont listened to the discussion, a question arose within him, breaking the silence. "Is it possible to transport all of this on a dragon and ensure its safe arrival at the designated destination?" he inquired, his voice filled with curiosity and skepticism.
Elaena responded with unwavering certainty, "Yes, Lord Commander. Dragons are intelligent beings, and the dragon we intend to employ for this task belongs to my family. We share a profound mental and spiritual connection, a bond that will be called upon when the time is right."
It was also decided that the magic mirror would be divided into four pieces. Two smaller pieces would be given to Elaena and Benjen to carry beyond the Wall, serving as a means of communication when they discovered relevant information. The remaining two larger pieces would be placed in the private quarters of Lord Commander Mormont and Maester Aemon, facilitating periodic meetings between Aelora, Jeor Mormont, and Aemon.
Lord Commander Mormont, captivated by the potential of the magic mirror, marveled at its significance. "The difference between life and death," he exclaimed. "The ability to report live events to someone who is absent from the location can hold immense value and make a crucial difference."
At the end of the meeting, Aelora Balaerys spoke directly to Lord Mormont, saying, "Lord Commander Mormont, I hope this is the beginning of a fruitful collaboration between the Valyrian Freehold and the Night's Watch. The Night's Watch, now under your command, for thousands of years has protected the realm of men. And when I speak of the realm of men, I don't just mean Westeros, but indirectly, Essos and the rest of the world. For this noble endeavor, I as a member of the Triarchy of Valyria, express my gratitude to you on behalf of the Freehold."
Upon hearing this, Elaena thought to herself, "Aelora, always the politician and diplomat, though I also sense hints of Jon Connington's influence in her words."
Jeor Mormont responded, "My lady, your words honor me, and like you, I hope this marks the beginning of an era of collaboration."
An hour later, after the meeting had concluded, Jeor Mormont and Aemon sat together in the Lord Commander's tower, enjoying Dornish wine. Jeor spoke, "Maester Aemon, the world is about to change. The war currently raging in the south, Balon Greyjoy's rebellion, is child's play compared to what lies ahead."
Aemon responded, his voice tinged with wisdom, "Benjen Stark married for love, not for political gain. However, little did he know that through this union, he has given his brother, Eddard Stark a gift, a highly valuable blood alliance for the North."
Three months later, at The Wall in 290 AC.
"OPEN THE GATES!" echoed the shout of one of the guards.
Elaena and Benjen stood together, their eyes fixed on the massive gate as it slowly ascended. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and Elaena couldn't help but notice a hint of nervousness in Benjen's demeanor. She turned to him, her voice filled with concern, and asked, "Are you afraid?"
Benjen met her gaze and, with a trembling hand, revealed his vulnerability. Elaena, understanding his unease, pulled him closer, her lips softly touching his, and whispered, "Good." Benjen, taken aback by her response, sought clarification, "Why is that good, my love?"
As Elaena held him tight, her fingers gently caressing his cheek, she explained, "It means you are not naive, Ben." Once again, their lips met in a tender kiss, their bond deepening as they savored the fleeting moment. Together, they observed the gate reaching its full height, granting them passage to the unknown beyond.
With determination in his voice, Benjen spoke, his words resonating with purpose, "For the realm of men."