Notes:
- VERY AU (Alternate Universe)
- Some characters are out of character.
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.
WINTERFELL'S OUTER WALL 298 AC (ELAENA, BENJEN, EDDARD, BRAN, MAESTER LUWIN, JOJEN REED AND MEERA REED)
"Ely, I'd like you to meet Meera Reed and Jojen Reed, Lord Howland Reed's children," Benjen said, noticing his wife's interest in the younger Reed.
"Fascinating," Elaena pondered quietly. "Reeds from the Neck. During my geography and history classes back in Valyria, the crannogmen of Westeros were among the peoples that intrigued me the most. I've always been curious about them."
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Elaena said politely, noting Jojen's warm smile directed at her, while Meera seemed composed yet observant, her demeanor hinting at a cautious reserve.
"W...what are you?" Elaena asked curiously, addressing Jojen directly. "I am really sorry if I am too direct, Jojen, but there is something peculiar about you."
"He's a greenseer, Ely," Benjen added, sensing his wife's surprise.
"The signs that Leaf mentioned, my love," Elaena replied, noticing Lord Eddard and Maester Luwin listening intently, exchanging apprehensive glances, while young Bran observed Jojen with wide-eyed curiosity.
Jojen nodded. "Yes, Lady Elaena. I possess the gift of greensight, allowing me to peer into the past, present, and occasionally glimpse the future, even visions of different branches of futures that might have occurred if Valyria had not reappeared."
Amidst the surprised looks, Jojen continued, his gaze unwavering. "I've come to Winterfell with two missions. The first is to train someone who possesses natural greenseer abilities, someone who would surpass my own abilities once his training begins and he finally opens his third eye."
"Jojen, you mentioned that I already know this person, but who is he?" Benjen asked, his curiosity piqued. "Are you sure he's here in Winterfell?"
"Yes," replied Jojen confidently. "Your nephew, Bran."
"Bran?" said Eddard with incredulity, his brows furrowing in disbelief.
"Tell them about your dream, Bran," Jojen prompted, turning to the young Stark. "I know you dreamed something last night, and although I don't know all of what you dreamt, I know you did."
"I-I felt like I was falling... into darkness," Bran began, his voice trembling as he struggled to articulate the haunting visions that had gripped him. "And then I saw a three-eyed crow... it was there, pecking at me..." His breath hitched, the memory of the crow's ominous presence sending shivers down his spine.
Tears welled in Bran's eyes. "There was something beyond the Wall... something terrible... evil bright blue eyes."
Elaena's hand gently brushed against Bran's forehead, soothing his troubled mind. "It's alright, Bran. You're safe now. Whatever you saw, we're here for you."
"I saw Jon," Bran said suddenly, taking everyone by surprise.
"You saw Jon?" Benjen exclaimed, his voice tinged with nervousness. "What did you see, Bran?"
Bran hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his words slow and deliberate. "He was clad in armor... with dragons... and the Wall... and... and..."
Jojen's expression turned grave as he listened intently to Bran's account. "These visions... they are significant," he murmured, his voice carrying a weight of concern. "Every time I've tried to see the present beyond the Wall, in the land of always winter, it's as if something malevolent and powerful is obstructing my view. Bran Stark, without any training, has seen something."
Bran felt uncomfortable under the gaze of everyone present, sensing the weight of responsibility settling upon his young shoulders. "I don't understand why I'm seeing these things," he admitted softly. "But they feel... important."
Eddard placed a reassuring hand on Bran's shoulder. "We'll figure it out together, son. You're not alone in this."
Maester Luwin, impressed by the young Reed, asked, "What is your second mission here in Winterfell, Young Jojen?"
Jojen's expression turned solemn. "All living Starks possess northern magic, not at Bran's level, as he is already a special case, but they all have at least the divine gift of being wargs and can communicate with wolves and direwolves. In Benjen's case, his magic is already awakened, and I see that it is very powerful. My second mission is to awaken the dormant magic in the rest of the Starks. It is crucial for the events that lie ahead."
"What about Jon?" Elaena asked at that moment.
"Jon is a Targaryen, not a Stark," Jojen replied. "I know he and Daenerys Targaryen have an important role in the war, but my visions of the future are limited and blurry when it comes to Jon and Daenerys. However, I do know of something extraordinary that has just happened here in Winterfell and is related to Daenerys. Fire made flesh was born in Westeros after many centuries."
Elaena gasped but said nothing. At that moment, she glanced at Benjen, who was also looking at her. Their mutual understanding was evident in the exchanged glances.
"We should continue this discussion within the safety of Winterfell," Maester Luwin suggested, nodding towards the imposing castle in the distance. "There, we can deliberate further and devise a plan of action."
Lord Eddard nodded in agreement. "Maester Luwin is right. We should continue this conversation within Winterfell's walls. There's much to discuss and plan."
As they approached the outer wall's entrance, Elaena leaned in to Benjen, her voice low but urgent. "My love, we must convince the Lord Commander that time is of the essence. We cannot afford to linger at Castle Black. The meeting with Craster must happen soon, as well as the gathering with Mance Rayder."
"I know, Ely," Benjen replied, his expression troubled. "The arrival of a greenseer in Winterfell, and if what he says about dragons being born here is true, those are signs that the threat from the North is growing ever closer."
"And let's not forget the direwolf and the seven surviving pups," Elaena added, her voice tinged with concern. "Three signs in less than two days."
"What are you laughing at, my love?" Benjen asked, slightly confused as he noticed a smile playing on Elaena's lips.
"If only they had waited one more day, Ben," Elaena said. "Aelora and Balemond needed to return to Valyria for matters in the Senate. If they had known that a greenseer was arriving at Winterfell, they would have stayed longer."
WINTERFELL TRAINING YARD
As Eddard, Benjen, Elaena, Maester Luwin, Bran, Jojen, and Meera approached Winterfell's training yard, they stumbled upon a curious sight. Instead of the usual clang of swords and shouts of practice, a hushed anticipation filled the air. Even Ser Rodrik Cassel, normally strict with training, had abandoned his usual tasks and stood with a fixed gaze. The knights and squires of House Tyrell, typically absorbed in their drills, were also gathered, their attention captured by something out of the ordinary.
"What's going on here?" Eddard inquired, his brow furrowed with curiosity.
Maester Luwin stepped forward, his expression grave. "It seems there's something of importance happening, my lord. Even Ser Rodrik seems intrigued."
As they drew nearer, their curiosity heightened. They were met by Hodor's excited exclamations, punctuated by his familiar refrain of "Hodor, hodor, hodor."
Before them, amidst the gathered crowd, stood Daenerys, her presence commanding attention as she cradled the three small dragons in her arms. Arya and Lady Margaery, their faces filled with wonder, gently caressed the scaled creatures, their eyes alight with fascination.
"What in the Seven Kingdoms..." Meera Reed began, her voice trailing off in disbelief "They're... dragons," she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.
Meera's mind racing with questions. "What do you make of this, Little brother?" she asked, turning to the young greenseer for guidance.
Jojen's gaze swept over the gathering, his expression contemplative. "It is a sign," he replied cryptically, his voice carrying a weight of certainty. "A sign of things to come, and the role we all must play in the wars to come."
Elaena's breath caught in her throat as she surveyed the scene before her. While in Valyria, the birth of dragons was a commonplace occurrence, and she had been accustomed to their presence since she was very young, here in the North, it held a significance she had never imagined. In a land where such events were believed to be long extinct, witnessing these baby dragons left her awestruck
"These dragons are different, Ben," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze still fixed on them. "In Valyria, this would be nothing out of the ordinary, but here... it's as if history itself has been rewritten."
"What do you mean they're different, Ely?" Benjen asked, curiosity lacing his tone.
"They're different from the dragons born in Valyria, Ben," Elaena replied. "The magic within them is fire magic, but there's something more inside them that I can't quite discern."
As Elaena surveyed the scene, her gaze briefly caught Jon's, and for just a moment, she noticed a strange glimmer in his eyes. It was fleeting, gone almost as soon as it had appeared, but it left an impression on her nonetheless.
1 HOUR LATER EDDARD AND CATELYN
"I'm not sure, Ned," Catelyn began, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "The weapon training for Sansa and Arya, although I've already voiced my personal opinion on it, and while I still harbor reservations regarding their training, I understand the necessity in case of dire need." Catelyn paused, pondering how to phrase her next words. "But this magic training, Ned," she continued, her gaze deepening with concern, "magic is an entirely different matter. It's unpredictable, even dangerous."
"I know you have your reservations, Cat," replied Eddard, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Don't get me wrong Ned" replied Catelyn "The magic your brother Benjen possesses is incredible, and I still remember that night many years ago when you had that warging experience with a crow."
"But this training, with Bran and the rest of our children, it's just too much, Ned," Catelyn continued, her tone firm. "What will the great houses of the South think of us when they learn of this?"
"Forget about them, Cat, we must learn from Valyria," Eddard explained pragmatically.
"What do you mean, my love?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued as she looked at her husband.
"Which civilization is more advanced, Cat? Us or them?" Eddard asked, his tone contemplative.
Seeing his wife gesturing for him to continue, Eddard pressed on, "They embrace magic as a natural part of their daily lives. And from what I've observed these last few days, watching Elaena, Alyssane, and the other Valyrian women, I've noticed they have no qualms about wielding swords and other weapons."
"And what lesson can we learn from that?" Eddard prompted, his gaze steady.
"If this conversation weren't about such a serious matter, Ned, I would have laughed and remarked on when my husband became Tywin Lannister," Catelyn quipped, a hint of humor in her voice.
Eddard didn't address his wife's comment, but he continued, "In less than a year we'll be in Valyria for our son's wedding, surrounded by the illustrious elite of Valyria. I want all of us to have at least some basic level of magical training."
In the midst of his wife's surprised gaze, Eddard smirked. "Furthermore, my dear wife, I am faithfully following your advice and wise words."
"F..Following my words?" murmured Catelyn, looking puzzled at her husband. "How exactly are you fulfilling my advice, Ned?" A bewildered Catelyn replied.
"I remember very well the many times you advised me that, to ensure good marital engagements for our children, we should provide them with an education more in line with the great houses of the South of Westeros to guarantee political alliances."
Catelyn nodded, recalling those conversations. "Yes, I remember," she replied softly, her gaze meeting his.
"But this time, instead of a Lannister or a Baratheon from the South, we're aiming for Balaerys Targaryen and even other families from Valyria."
Catelyn sighed, a mixture of apprehension and determination evident in her expression. "Very well, Ned. If it's for the sake of our family, then I will do whatever it takes."
ELAENA, DAENERYS
As Daenerys nervously tapped on the door, she heard a muffled voice from within, "You can come in, Dany." Stepping inside, she found Elaena trying on a chainmail shirt.
Daenerys eyed the chainmail with intrigue. "Why does it look so... ordinary?" she ventured, her curiosity evident. "It seems like Westerosi Steel but I feel the enchantments of Dragon Steel."
Elaena chuckled softly before replying, "I performed an additional enchantment to make it look like Westerosi Steel, Danny."
At the sight of Daenerys' surprised expression, Elaena continued, 'Lord Commander Mormont asked me to do it as a favor. As you know, Ben and I will accompany him to talk with Craster beyond the Wall, and Jeor doesn't want greedy eyes, not just from Craster but even from some members of the Night's Watch.'"
"Another thing, Danny, we're in Westeros, not Valyria. I suggest that when talking about Dragon steel, you use the term Valyrian steel instead."
"Oh," Daenerys responded, understanding dawning on her.
"Dany, I didn't call you here to discuss Dragon Steel" Elaena stated, her tone serious.
As Daenerys fell into a pensive silence, Elaena continued, 'Dear Danny, even before I found you and your brother Viserys in that house in Braavos, I knew you were special. When I performed that spell in Valyria 14 years ago and saw that golden glow emanating from your life and death candle that eclipsed the others. From that day forward, I knew it. And what I witnessed today, not just one, but three baby dragons hatching from eggs that were once fossilized, only reinforces what I think about you.'"
"You are destined for greatness, Dany," Elaena continued, her gaze earnest. "But with greatness comes responsibility and dedication."
"Aunt Elaena, I vow to dedicate these months in Winterfell to the pursuit of knowledge," Daenerys replied, her gaze brimming with gratitude towards Elaena. "But not only that, I shall heed your counsel. I'll immerse myself in learning, just as you advised, and beyond that, I will train in the ways of the forest, uncover its secrets, and master the skills of a hunter.
A hint of pride flickered across Elaena's features. "I know, Danny."
After a brief embrace, Elaena's expression turned serious once more. "Danny, Maester Luwin is awaiting you for your first lessons. Go and learn."
Daenerys began to walk out of the room, but suddenly stopped, turning to look at Elaena with a voice tinged with anguish, "Please be careful, Aunt Elaena, and please protect Jon."
Elaena approached Daenerys once more, enveloping her in a tight embrace, sensing the weight of the moment. "You know I will, Danny," she whispered softly, her voice infused with sincerity and warmth.
With a nod, Daenerys turned towards Winterfell's halls, her determination steeled for the lessons that awaited her.
HOURS LATER (ELAENA, BENJEN, JOJEN) - NIGHTFALL
"My power as a greenseer is limited," Jojen confessed, frustration thickening his voice. "While I can peer into the past and present of nearly any corner of the world with clarity, the future remains elusive, often fragmented and unclear."
"Nearly any corner of the world?" Benjen's curiosity sparked.
"Yes," Jojen affirmed, "save for one particular land that eludes my sight."
"The land of always Winter," Elaena and Benjen chimed in unison.
Jojen nodded gravely. "Yes, I've endeavored to glimpse the unfolding events in that realm. Yet, those occurrences, whether of the past, present, or future, slip through my grasp like water through fingers. Something obstructs my vision, akin to a shadow looming over my sight."
Elaena interjected, her tone urgent. "And this morning, Bran Stark saw something significant."
"Yes, and that's why it's so important that Bran's and all the Starks' training begins as soon as possible," said Jojen, his expression thoughtful.
"What else have you seen, Jojen?" Benjen inquired.
"As I mentioned before, my visions of the future are very limited, scattered, and blurry, but this I could see: Winterfell will play a significant role in the conflict. It will be a bastion where powerful warriors and sorcerers from different parts of the world will arrive to help in the future conflict, and it's necessary for the Starks to be prepared."
"Your insights are truly remarkable for one so young. How did you come to possess such wisdom?" Elaena inquired, her surprise evident in the way she regarded Jojen, impressed by the depth of wisdom and maturity he displayed.
Jojen offered a small, humble smile. "As a greenseer, I've been attuned to the mysteries of the world since childhood. It's a gift that has forced me to mature quickly. After all, as they say, with great power comes great responsibility."
Elaena nodded, her respect for Jojen deepening. "Indeed, your words ring true. It's clear that you understand the weight of your abilities."
Jojen's expression turned solemn. "At times, it can be daunting," he admitted. "But I believe it's my duty to use my gifts for the greater good, to help guide those who may not see the path ahead as clearly."
"Benjen, Elaena, I know you're leaving early tomorrow morning for Castle Black and then beyond the Wall. I understand you need to finalize details," Jojen continued, rising from his chair. "Before I go and leave you two alone, there are a few things I want to tell you, Elaena."
"Please tell me, Jojen, anything you've seen, please say it," Elaena urged.
"Several things," Jojen began. "Firstly, it's about Doreah."
"Doreah?" Elaena asked, intrigued.
"Yes, that Doreah, the young Lysene girl who was once a slave and now resides in Mole Town. Yes, I saw her in my visions. I saw when you spoke with her nine years ago and granted her freedom from slavery."
"What about her, is she alright?" Elaena asked, somewhat nervously.
"She's doing very well, don't worry," Jojen reassured her before continuing. "Elaena, Benjen, Doreah must accompany you beyond the Wall."
"What!" Elaena exclaimed impulsively. She looked incredulously at Jojen and continued, "Jojen, I know you're a greenseer and you see things, but what you're asking us to do is madness."
Elaena was about to continue, but she fell silent when Jojen asked her to listen. "Nothing will happen to Doreah, Elaena," Jojen said calmly. "One of the few things I have seen about the future is Doreah in Winterfell."
Elaena felt a bit more at ease, but she was still intrigued. "But why should I take her beyond the Wall? She's a smart girl, but she's someone who has no magical abilities and doesn't know how to use weapons."
"Sometimes," Jojen said, looking at Elaena and Benjen with conviction, "Sometimes, to persuade the fiercest opponents, you don't need to demonstrate strength but rather a beautiful smile and a good meal."
Elaena nodded, not entirely convinced but deciding to remain silent on the matter of Doreah. "Is there anything else you want to tell us, Jojen?" she asked.
"Yes, it's about Jon, the Night's Watch, and the mission with Craster," Jojen began. "Elaena, Benjen, you must follow a different path to reach Craster. Let the Night's Watch arrive at Craster's Keep first. When the time is right, you will join them there afterwards."
Upon seeing Elaena and Benjen's surprised expressions, Jojen continued, "Elaena, you must let him go. Jon must continue his own path, a path of blood and suffering to be reborn."
"W...where did you hear this, Jojen?" Elaena asked, looking sadly at Benjen, who also appeared somber.
"Your niece, Daenys, spoke to me through dreams and visions, Elaena," Jojen explained. "As I've mentioned previously, my visions of Jon and Daenerys are fragmented and unclear. However, I am certain that Jon must journey to Craster's without you. You and Benjen will follow when the timing aligns."
Seeing Elaena's downtrodden demeanor,, Jojen stepped closer and rested a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I wish I could provide further clarity, but those were the visions I received regarding Jon, Elaena," he said with genuine sympathy. "I wish you and Benjen the best of luck on your mission beyond the Wall. While you embark on your journey, I'll remain here in Winterfell, guiding Bran and the other Starks," Jojen added before quietly exiting the room, leaving Elaena to find solace in Benjen's embrace.
JON AND DAENERYS
"Jon awoke in the middle of the night feeling dreadful. He had no desire to get up; he simply wanted to indulge in self-pity. There were still a few hours left before he and the other members of the Night's Watch set off for Castle Black and then beyond the Wall for negotiations with Craster."
But eventually, he did get up. "I need to finish organizing my things for the journey," he thought.
Ten minutes later, Jon was in the midst of packing his belongings when a knock sounded at the door. He quickly put his tunic back on and went to open it.
As he opened the door, Jon's breath caught in his throat. There, standing across from him, was Daenerys, her usual braid framing her face, a nervous smile playing on her lips.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Hey," Jon replied, his mind racing with thoughts but unable to find the right words to say.
"I wanted to apologize for what happened a couple of nights ago," Daenerys began, her gaze shifting away. "What I did was completely unacceptable, and I hope you can forgive me for it."
"But I don't want you to apologize, Danny," Jon thought to himself in that moment.
"Of course. But only if you can forgive me as well," Jon replied instead. "Why am I such a coward," Jon thought, chastising himself for not having the courage to say what he felt in that moment.
"You know I do." She replied
They stood across each other in uncomfortable silence, neither of them knowing what to say.
"Would you—" Jon started, pausing briefly. He knew it might not be the wisest decision, but he couldn't resist asking. "Would you like to come in? I know my room isn't the most luxurious, but we can talk better inside than out here."
A multitude of emotions played across Daenerys face. Jon almost thought she was going to decline when
"I would love to," she responded.
He stepped to the side, gesturing for her to enter.
She sat down on the edge of the bed. Jon took a deep breath and joined her.
Their gazes met for a moment before she averted her eyes and instead stared out the window at the clear night sky. He wanted to look away as well, but he couldn't bring himself to.
Daenerys moved closer, holding out a small box. "I wanted to give you this before you leave for Castle Black," she said softly.
Jon accepted the box with curiosity, opening it to reveal a delicate necklace. His breath caught in his throat as he examined the intricate design.
"This... This belonged to your father, Rhaegar," Daenerys explained, her voice filled with reverence.
Jon's eyes widened in astonishment. Until a few days ago, he had believed himself to be Ned's bastard son, unaware of his true parentage. And now, they were handing him a necklace that once belonged to his father.
Daenerys wore a warm smile, her lips gracing with warmth. "I thought you should have it," she said. "To remember him by."
"Thank you," Jon replied, his voice choked with emotion. He turned to face her, gratitude reflecting in his eyes.
Without hesitation, Daenerys stepped forward and gently placed the necklace around Jon's neck. As she moved behind him to fasten it, Jon couldn't help but notice how close she was. He could feel the warmth of her body, her breath against his neck.
Suddenly, he felt her breasts pressing against his back as she leaned in to secure the necklace. A shiver ran down Jon's spine, and he struggled to maintain his composure.
"I gather you've heard about the betrothal between Alyssane and Vaella to your cousin Torrhen Stark," Danny mentioned, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.
"That's what I heard," Jon replied, a touch of nervousness creeping into his voice.
"I suppose you were never betrothed?" Her voice had a strange and peculiar undertone, almost as if she was… jealous and possesive towards him
"Bastards don't usually get that privilege," he added, his tone tinged with bitterness. "And I doubt anyone would wish to marry me anyway."
"I know that's not true," she countered softly. "A handsome and honorable young man like you... There are many ladies who would consider themselves lucky to be with someone like you."
"'Handsome.' She called me handsome," Jon thought, feeling as though time had momentarily frozen.
In that moment, Jon felt lips brush against his neck, trailing softly. "We can't, Danny," he whispered.
"Dragons take what's theirs," were Daenerys' final words before she gently pushed him onto the bed with a strength Jon hadn't known she possessed, then positioned herself on top of him.
Jon gazed into Danny's eyes, seeing both desire and adoration flickering within them. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed him, igniting a fire within him that he had never known existed. With a flick of her wrist, she extinguished the candles in the room with her magic, plunging them into darkness as they surrendered to the passion that consumed them.
1 HOUR LATER
"An hour later, the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the windows of Winterfell. Samwell Tarly gently shook Jon awake, careful not to disturb Daenerys, who still slept peacefully beside him.
"Jon, it's time to go," Sam whispered, his voice carrying a sense of urgency.
Jon blinked sleepily, momentarily disoriented before realizing where he was. He nodded in understanding and silently got up from the bed, careful not to wake Daenerys."
10 MINUTES LATER
As they quietly made their way out of Jon's chambers, Jon couldn't shake off the whirlwind of emotions that still swirled within him. He glanced at Sam, his trusted friend, feeling the weight of the secret he now carried.
"Sam," Jon began as they walked down the dimly lit corridors of Winterfell, "I... I don't know how to explain what happened back there."
Sam placed a reassuring hand on Jon's shoulder, offering him a comforting smile. "It's alright, Jon," he said gently. "Some things are better left unsaid."
Jon sighed, grateful for Sam's understanding. "Thank you, Sam," he murmured, a sense of relief washing over him.
They continued their journey in silence, the quiet murmur of their footsteps echoing through the empty halls of Winterfell. Despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead, Jon found solace in the knowledge that he had a friend like Sam by his side, someone he could trust with his deepest secrets.
As they reached the courtyard where the rest of the Night's Watch awaited them, Jon spared a final glance back at Winterfell, feeling a pang of nostalgia tugging at his heart.
30 MINUTES LATER OUTSKIRTS OF WINTERFELL , (LORD COMMANDER MORMONT, MAESTER AEMON, BENJEN, ELAENA, JON, SAMWELL)
While Lord Commander Mormont gave the final instructions to the members of the Night's Watch before departing Winterfell for Castle Black, Elaena and Benjen, who were nearby watched the scene in silence.
"Ely, doesn't it make you nervous that your facade of being from Lys has ended among the Brothers of the Night's Watch?" Benjen asked.
Elaena smiled. "Ben, if you had asked me this same question nine years ago, I would have answered yes. I think I would have suggested to the Lord Commander that he give the order for every member here to make a blood magic contract of silence. But currently, I really don't care. And thinking about it calmly, it's beneficial for Jon and for Aegon."
"I think I know what you mean, Ely," Benjen replied, watching his nephew Jon beside the Lord Commander.
"The vast majority of officers in the Night's Watch were supporters of House Targaryen during the rebellion," Elaena said pragmatically. "I know that the Night's Watch's policy for thousands of years has been one of neutrality regarding what happens south of the Wall, but you never know."
5 MINUTES LATER
As the members of the Night's Watch made their final preparations to depart from Winterfell in the pre-dawn darkness, Elaena and Benjen, still mounted on their horses nearby, waited patiently for Lord Commander Mormont to give the order.
Suddenly, Elaena's expression shifted, her previously calm demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency. She approached Lord Commander Mormont, her voice urgent yet pleading. "Lord Commander, please, may we wait just a few moments longer?"
Mormont arched an eyebrow in surprise. "And why is that, Elaena?"
Before Elaena could respond, a distant sound filled the air, a deep, resonant flapping that grew louder with each passing second. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she glanced towards the eastern horizon, where the sky was beginning to lighten with the approaching dawn.
"They were swift," she murmured, her eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and fondness. "They've come to bid farewell."
Confusion flickered across Mormont's face, but before he could inquire further, a magnificent sight unfolded before them. Seven dragons soared through the dimly lit sky, their scales glinting faintly in the growing light as they descended gracefully towards the gathering.
Mormont's expression transformed into one of awe and wonder as he beheld the creatures, recalling his previous encounter just a few days prior. He turned to Maester Aemon beside him, his voice tinged with amazement. "I'm not sure I'll ever grow accustomed to the sight of dragons, Aemon."
Amidst the awe and wonder, a subtle detail caught the attention of the onlookers. Two of the largest dragons were adorned with intricately crafted Valyrian steel armor, a sight that left everyone, except Elaena, marveling at the magnificence of the ancient metal.
"The two dragons wearing those armors belong to the Balaerys family," Elaena commented at that moment, noticing her husband Benjen, Lord Commander Mormont, Jon, and Aemon gazing in wonder.
They also noticed that one of the dragons had something resembling a carriage strapped to its claws. As they watched, the dragon delicately deposited this "carriage" onto the ground before taking flight.
As the other six dragons landed, Elaena observed that all: her daughter Alyssane, Aelora Balaerys, Aegon, Rhaenys, and Vaella, unlike the last time they had come dressed in civilian attire, were now fully clad in armor.
The Valyrians dismounted their dragons and approached where the members of the Night's Watch stood. As they drew closer, a feminine voice rang out from one of the Valyrians, addressing Jon, who looked surprised.
"Thought you'd leave without saying goodbye, Baby brother," the voice said with a hint of playfulness.
"Boy, go to them and bid farewell, make it quick," Lord Mormont said calmly to Jon, who nodded. "Thank you, Lord Commander," Jon replied gratefully.
Jon dismounted his horse and walked towards Aegon and Rhaenys, who stood with their helmets removed, their expressions with happyness but also concern. As Jon approached, they exchanged nods, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared.
Without hesitation, Jon was enveloped in a warm embrace by Aegon and Rhaenys. Rhaenys, her eyes brimming with unspoken words, held onto Jon tightly, her touch a silent plea for his safety.
"Don't you dare to die beyond the wall, baby brother," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, echoing the fears and hopes they all harbored deep within their hearts.
As Jon turned to make his way back to his Night's Watch companions, he was suddenly halted by Aegon. Aegon reached into a bag and handed it to Jon, his expression serious. "This is for you, brother," he said. "For your safety."
ELAENA, BENJEN, AND ALYSSANE
Elaena, Benjen, and Alyssane stood together, their countenances a blend of sadness and determination as they braced for their impending parting. Surrounded by dragons and members of the Night's Watch, they shared a deeply emotional embrace.
"Mother, Father," Alyssane began, her voice a mixture of love and concern. "I hope to see you again soon. Take care beyond the wall."
Elaena hugged her daughter tightly, the weight of separation heavy upon her heart. Benjen, equally moved, held onto Alyssane, a swell of pride and protectiveness coursing through him.
"I'll be waiting for both of you to return, safe and sound," Alyssane whispered, her voice overflowing with affection.
AELORA, LORD COMMANDER MORMONT, AEMON
"I only plan to stay here in Winterfell for a day, organizing matters with Lord Eddard Stark, Lady Catelyn, Maester Luwin, and Ser Rodrik Cassel regarding the stay of my niece Vaella and the young Targaryens," said Aelora, looking affectionately at Lord Commander Mormont and Maester Aemon.
"Lord Commander, how many days does the journey between Winterfell and Castle Black take?" Aelora asked at that moment.
"Approximately 3 weeks, Lady Aelora," Jeor replied, looking curiously at Aelora.
"I want to ask for a special permission," said Aelora. "As you know, I depart for Valyria today itself. I would like you to grant a special permit to Maester Aemon to accompany me to Valyria. I promise to bring him back to Castle Black within three weeks."
Amid the surprised looks of the Lord Commander and Maester Aemon, Aelora continued, "I want Maester Aemon, as a member of the Order of Maesters, to go to Valyria, where he will receive lessons in various fields of study."
"Let Maester Aemon decide," said the Lord Commander at that moment.
Maester Aemon looked at Aelora with a mix of surprise and contemplation. After a moment's silence, he nodded. "I accept your offer, Lady Aelora. It would be an honor to accompany you to Valyria."
Aelora smiled warmly. "One of your dreams is about to come true, Maester Aemon — riding a dragon."
Aemon's eyes sparkled with a gentle light. "Two dreams, not one," he corrected her. "The second dream is to stand in Valyria and gaze upon the land of my ancestors."
At that moment, they noticed that Elaena, Benjen, and Alyssane were approaching.
5 MINUTES LATER
"A Greenseer in Winterfell!" Aelora exclaimed, her voice tinged with surprise, her eyes widening with intrigue at that moment.
"Yes," Elaena replied, her tone carrying a subtle air of knowing. "And most likely, he has been aware of your impending arrival for some time now. He possesses the ability to glimpse into both the past and the present. However, he mentioned that when it comes to the future, he only perceives fleeting fragments."
"Elaena, Benjen," Lord Commander interjected at that moment. "It's time to depart."
"Yes, Lord Commander, right away," Elaena responded, a warm smile gracing her features. "We'll keep in touch, dear friend. Make the most of your day in Winterfell," she said to a surprised Aelora.
"I will," Aelora replied, a fleeting smile dancing across her lips. "Take care, dear friend."
15 MINUTES LATER (AEMON, AELORA)
"Do Valyrians use magic to move that strange carriage?" Aemon inquired, his curiosity palpable as he observed the peculiar carriage moving on its own.
"It's not magic, dear Maester," Aelora replied with a gentle smile.
"But where are the horses or the beasts of burden that should be pulling it?" Aemon asked, his surprise evident as he turned to Aelora for an explanation.
"A person inside this carriage operates it to make it move," Aelora explained.
"I feel as if time has turned back, and I'm once again a new initiate at the Citadel," Aemon reflected.
"We have many topics to discuss," Aelora continued, her voice filled with anticipation. "The industrial revolution, my dear Maester. It's one of the things I want you to see in Valyria."
1 HOUR LATER KINGSROAD (ElAENA, BENJEN AND MARILLION)
"May I accompany you, my lord, my lady?" Marillion asked, approaching Elaena and Benjen as they had distanced themselves from the Night's Watch members and were engaged in conversation.
"You're the bard who was entertaining the celebration in Winterfell a few nights ago, Marillion, is that your name?" Elaena asked curiously.
"Yes, my lady. Marillion is indeed my name, the most traveled bard of the Seven Kingdoms," Marillion confirmed with pride.
Elaena smiled at him. "Yes, we know. We heard you were in Valyria, singing and narrating your wonderful stories to my peers," she added, winking at him.
Marillion blushed, and before responding, he noticed Benjen wanted to say something, so he remained silent.
"Marillion, you seem like a pleasant person, and for these upcoming cold nights, you'd be an excellent travel companion who would entertain us with your stories. But do you know where we're headed?" Benjen inquired seriously.
"Beyond the Wall to negotiate with a wildling," Marillion replied solemnly.
"How do you know this information?" Elaena asked with surprise in her voice. "Are you a wizard in disguise playing the role of a bard?"
"I am but a bard, my lady," Marillion replied humbly. "As a bard, I tell stories. I'm quick to listen when others believe they're not being heard. Many of my stories I've heard from people who didn't know I was listening. That's how I earn my daily bread, with what I survive."
"Do you know how to wield a sword?" Benjen asked seriously.
"I don't like violence," Marillion replied. "But out of necessity, I've learned to handle weapons since I was a child," he added, showing a short sword and a few daggers he carried.
"Welcome, Marillion," Elaena said at that moment. "The more skilled swordsmen we have who know how to handle weapons beyond the Wall, the better."
10 MINUTES LATER (ElAENA, BENJEN AND MARILLION)
"You are a commoner, not a noble one," Elaena said with curiosity. "I want to ask you something."
"If eventually Aegon Targaryen were to reclaim the Iron Throne, would the common folk support him?" Elaena asked.
"My lady, the common people pray for rain, health, and a summer that never ends. They don't care what games the high lords play," Marillion replied.
"I see," Elaena replied, looking sympathetically at the bard. "Tell me, Marillion, what do you hope to gain from this adventure?"
"I intend to make a song of the adventure, my lady," Marillion replied.
"Perhaps one day you'll sing your adventures again before the Dragon Lords," Elaena said, smiling.
BEYOND THE WALL 298 AC (MANCE RAYDER, MOTHER MOLE, TORMUND, DALLA AND VAL)
Mother Mole stood before Mance, Tormund, Dalla, and Val, her eyes ablaze with the intensity of her visions.
"My brothers and sisters," Mother Mole began, her voice carrying a weight of solemnity that silenced the gathering. "The gods have sent me a vision, a message from the depths of the Old Gods' realm."
She spoke of her dreams, of the ancient powers that whispered secrets in the night. "I saw the leader of the Crows, the woman of fire, and the man of House Stark. They sought an audience with Craster, to seek a path to peace with us, the Free Folk."
Tension hung heavy in the air as Mance absorbed Mother Mole's words, his gaze flickering with contemplation. Tormund's brow furrowed in skepticism, while Dalla and Val exchanged uncertain glances.
"Mance, you cannot seriously be considering this," Tormund grumbled, his voice laden with distrust. "These southerners have never shown us any kindness. Why should we trust them now?"
Dalla stepped forward, her expression troubled but determined. "We cannot ignore the threat of the Others," she argued. "If there is even a chance that this negotiation could help us in our fight against them, we must take it."
Val nodded in agreement, her eyes steely with resolve. "I agree with Dalla," she stated firmly. "We cannot afford to let pride or distrust stand in the way of our survival. If there is a chance for peace, we must seize it."
Mance regarded his companions, weighing their words carefully. He knew the risks of trusting the southerners, but the urgency of the situation demanded action.
"Enough," Mance declared, his voice cutting through the uncertainty like a blade. "The time for doubt is past. Whispers have reached our camp of the Others' return. We must cross the Wall, and if this negotiation can aid us in that endeavor, then so be it."
Tormund's skepticism lingered, but he offered a proposal nonetheless. "Let me, my niece Ygritte, and a few trusted others go ahead to Craster's Keep. We'll compel him to present us as his kin, and when the southerners arrive to parley, we'll be there to eavesdrop on their words firsthand. Only then will I decide if this is the path we should take."
Mance nodded in agreement, recognizing the wisdom in Tormund's cautious approach. "Prepare yourselves," he instructed. "Tormund, you will be my eyes and my voice there, depart for Craster's Keep at first light."
Val stepped forward, her determination evident in her gaze. "I will go as well," she declared, her voice unwavering. "We must stand united in this endeavor."
Mance regarded Val with a nod of approval, acknowledging her resolve. "Very well, Val. Prepare yourself for the journey ahead."
"Tormund, another thing," said Mother Mole at that moment. "That ancient key you have as an adornment, you should take it with you."
Noticing the discomfort in his cousin, Val intervened at that moment. "If you feel so uneasy carrying it, cousin, let me take it instead."
"If you want it so badly, take it, Val," Tormund replied, withdrawing the key from around his neck and handing it to her.
"I see it still shines," remarked Val, marveling as she examined it. "Who knows what secrets our Casterly ancestors held."
Tormund rolled his eyes, then, addressing Mance, said, "If Craster dares to lay a hand on Ygritte or Val, even if he merely looks at them with lust, I will not be responsible for my actions."
DRAGONSTONE 298 AC (STANNIS, MAESTER CRESSEN, MELISANDRE, DAVOS)
"This is practically a declaration of war against king Joffrey and also against the Lannisters, my lord," Maester Cressen said with a hint of nervousness as he contemplated the letter, written in Stannis's own hand.
Stannis Baratheon, his jaw set in a firm line, paced the room with a restless energy. "It is the truth, Cressen," he replied, his voice tight with determination. "Joffrey sits on the Iron Throne unlawfully, a product of incest and deceit. The realm must know the truth."
Melisandre, her crimson robes swirling around her, stepped forward with an air of confidence. "The flames have revealed this to us, Lord Stannis," she declared, her eyes gleaming with fervor. "We must not shy away from our duty to expose the darkness that shrouds the throne."
Ser Davos Seaworth, ever the voice of reason, spoke up from his place near the window. "My lord, sending out such a letter will incite chaos and bloodshed across the realm. Are you prepared to bear the consequences of such actions?"
Stannis paused in his pacing, his gaze piercing as he turned to face his advisors. "The consequences of inaction are far greater, Ser Davos," he stated firmly. "The longer we allow the usurpers to hold onto power, the deeper the rot spreads. We must act now, while there is still hope for justice."
Maester Cressen sighed heavily, the weight of responsibility evident in his aging features. "If we send out these letters, there will be no turning back," he cautioned. "We will be plunged into war, with no guarantee of victory."
Stannis's jaw clenched with resolve. "Victory favors the bold, Cressen," he declared. "We cannot cower in the shadows while our enemies plot and scheme. The time for action is upon us."
With a heavy heart, Maester Cressen nodded his acquiescence. "As you command, my lord," he conceded, knowing that there was no dissuading Stannis once his mind was set.
Melisandre's eyes gleamed with an inner fire as she stepped forward to stand by Stannis's side. "Together, we shall vanquish the darkness that threatens to engulf us," she proclaimed, her voice ringing with certainty.
Ser Davos Seaworth remained silent, his expression troubled as he gazed out at the stormy sea beyond Dragonstone's walls. He knew that the path ahead would be fraught with peril, but he also knew that he would stand by Stannis's side.