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Chapter 18
Galadriel smiled as she finished writing her letters. She has gotten incredibly good with the quill and ink. Her words and what she could convey in each line she wrote could make anyone sit and wonder. A skill she acquired in this world, one that she was proud to have. Nevertheless, with the current war approaching, Galadriel was the one with time on her side. Galadriel sighed before giving those letters to her secret agents. The NPCs she has summoned to this world.
"Make sure Prince Doran Martell reads this. You have time. Baelish will arrive within a fortnight."
There kneeling before her, a strange-looking creature, a sort of demon, or shadow man with no face, nodded.
"It shall be done, my lady," the creature replied with a hissing tone before suddenly disappearing within the room's shadows. Galadriel gave the letter to two more flying demons before they, too, vanished. They were level 35 Doppelgängers, creatures with quite the abilities to morph and move around. Perfect agents for the works she had in mind. Nevertheless, they were just part of the large and complex ecosystem she had installed on the Isle of Faces. There, multiple fortresses hide amid the shadows and fog of the small and secret island. In that small place, Galadriel has used the power of Cash Items. Galadriel didn't need to look for an army. She already had a big army.
Not only in the shape of Doppelgängers, capable of just infiltrating anywhere. But also powerful minions of extraordinary variety. Demons, Automatons, Druids, Zombies, Slimes, Angels, and whatever the Cash Items could give her. Usually, they'll vanish after a short time, but it seems that Pay-to-Win summons wasn't the same anymore, or at least in this world. So, just like in the game. Galadriel would take advantage of this bug and exploit it.
Galadriel now only had to choose what she should do. Indeed, Renly running amok was still her best bet. Renly being alive would prolong the war, making everything more entertaining and better for her. So with that in mind, she looked around her tent, and it was a late night, no doubt. Stannis and Renly had already met without her, and some words were exchanged. But it wasn't a bother for her. It was all part of the bigger plan.
"It's time," Galadriel whispered. "Send word to my Fire Demons. Burn the Crownlands and all the food stored. Let King's Landing starve to death."
The Shadow Demon obeyed, vanishing from sight before Galadriel looked at herself in the mirror. Her twisted demonic smile and not such angelical face were there, looking back at her. A malevolent and horrific view for anyone to see.
"Oh my~!" Galadriel exclaimed before pinching herself in the cheek and forcing her face to return to her "normal" self. One of the innocent princesses that everyone loved and adored. "There, this is far better!" Galadriel smiled before removing the [Silence Dome] around her room. Now, people outside could hear her.
It was late still, and currently, Gendry, Mya and Ser Barristan were standing outside their Queen's tent, looking like stone sentinels, without blinking at everyone passing by. Gorgyles of sorts, quite intimidating, to be sure. Still, some wished to meet the princess or Queen. Among them was Catelyn Stark, who arrived at the tent, glancing at the threatening statues looking at her. Lady Stark felt quite small, but coughed loudly, trying to make them know, she was of no threat to them.
"I came here to meet the prin-... Queen, if that's possible," Catelyn said before they could all hear a voice from inside the tent.
"I'm awake; please let her in."
Catelyn then let out a sigh before she was allowed inside. There, she saw the beautiful white-haired girl awaiting her, sitting on an elegant chair with a small table next to her filled with apples, grapes, and everything she so desired. However, Catelyn noticed that those golden eyes looked more mature than the ones she saw at Winterfell. Gods, it has been that long? Catelyn could only wonder.
"Your Grace... my goodness, I've been calling everyone kings or queens as of late," Catelyn joked, between half muttered and annoyance.
"I know... it's pretty hard to deal with. Knowing that so many people are now rulers. Especially when some of them are part of your family," Galadriel replied, muttering. "In anycase, what can I do for you, my lady?"
"I want to thank you, personally, for what you did. You tried. You did whatever you could to save Ned and my children," Catelyn whispered, as Galadriel nodded deeply, expressing a sort of concern gesture, to the poor widow.
"I didn't do enough," Galadriel replied, playing her role of the maiden in distress.
"You did more than many... at least, I know, his last words and intentions. And why he did, what he did."
Galadriel stared at Catelyn and tried to find anything she could use to her advantage. So far, Catelyn was giving her a lot. No wonder people like Baelish and Varys could use her as a pawn. A sad thing to say. But truly. Catelyn Stark had a more significant role in the war than anyone else. At the end of the day, she was the reason it all began to fall into place. Of course, Galadriel didn't say it, but that's what she thought. Catelyn Stark's action could be the reason Ned's neck was on the chopping block.
"Nevertheless, we must look at the future," Galadriel said, approaching the Stark lady. "My lady, is it true about your son, Robb? That he has claimed himself a king?"
Catelyn then glanced at those golden eyes and fell small. It was a surreal sensation she couldn't quite grasp or express. But the princess could be pretty intimidating without her knowing. Or so Catelyn Stark thought, but the reality was different.
"He has, or well, his bannermen had decided that for him..."
Galadriel hummed, deciding to play along. "He must be an excellent commander and well-loved by his men if they put a crown on him."
Catelyn then frowned, watching that gentle smile on Galadriel's face. It was now as if a ray of light appeared from above. An angel disguised as a mortal. It wasn't an exaggeration when people said the maiden blessed the princess with beauty.
"He is," Catelyn replied with a proud smile before sighing and looking at Galadriel. "Your Grace... the North, we need help. While Robb's armies are having great success. We know it can't last forever. Winter is Coming. And we can't continue like this."
Galadriel now smiled internally. She knew that too. Robb's armies and victories were a surprise and truly shifted the entire motion of the war. But that won't last. In fact, Robb's armies were the ones with the lowest numbers. Tywin Lannister's forces were still strong and could slowly pull more. The Reach and the Stormlands were fresh and awaiting a fight. And none of them still knew about the upcoming Ironborn raids. While Robb had a fantastic start. He was the last horse in the race.
"You can't, that's true," Galadriel added as Catelyn glanced at her. "Robb's war began incredibly, but as it goes on. He'll lose. I know he knows this. That's why he sent you here, right? To look for an alliance with my uncle."
Catelyn just sighed before nodding. "Yes. I'd hope that meeting, Renly or Stannis would help us, but... they seem keen to wage war against each other. Or that's what I have heard. Your uncle met with Stannis a few hours ago alone. I guess my presence wasn't welcomed."
Galadriel knew that as well. Renly was wise to not tell her about that meeting and not take her there. He was playing his games with Stannis and trying to keep everyone under the misconception that she was on his side, another reason Catelyn Stark wasn't there. Very smart and crafty, but it's useless, my dear uncle. Galadriel chuckled, smiling.
"Mine either, but it's to be expected," Galadriel replied. "My lady, this war... will become more than just a squabble between brothers. I will leave this camp soon and meet with my uncle Stannis."
"Lord Stannis...? Is that wise...?"
Galadriel simply chuckled. "Uncle Stannis is different from Uncle Renly, even my father. He's duty and oath-bound. And I already have his fealty. I was able to contact him before I left King's Landing. He's one of my most loyal supporters."
Galadriel lied easily, she allowed her tongue to roll out, making it look like she already had supporters. Which Galadriel had no doubt. Still, of course, Catelyn Stark believed everything Galadriel said. Because, why not? Catelyn thought, that among all the people she has met so far, Galadriel was the most honest of them all.
"And Dorne will also help me. I have an excellent relationship with the princess, and the word of prince Doran Martell, that he'll support my claim."
Galadriel then took Catelyn's Stark hand and looked at her with big golden eyes. "I have the support of my uncle Stannis' fleet and Dorne. And I know that my grandfather will also support me. Joffrey's madness is too much for anyone of us, even for the Old Lion. We can stop this war from growing. Could you please, convince Robb to aid me?"
Catelyn Stark just looked troubled by those words. She just kept shooking her head, not knowing what to say. Especially after the schemes the Lannisters had. "The Lannisters have conspired-"
"Lady Stark, I have no doubt that my mother and Joffrey have some dealings under the table. And my grandfather as well. But so is everyone else. Not only them. And I know about the conspiracy. My name was involved in one too. I barely escape alive from King's Landing. Whatever you may wish to be, it can't if your son loses the war. Whatever justice you want for your family... it can't wait for the winter."
"But-!"
Galadriel rolled her eyes and sighed.
"My lady, the Stark and the Baratheon family united the Seven Kingdoms like never before. When winter comes, I'll help the North with everything they need. I will help you save Sansa and Arya. But you must admit that you need me on your side. And I need you on mine."
Catelyn Stark then stared at her. Those tired eyes of hers melted into Galadriel's golden eyes. "And your terms for this are..."
"For Robb Stark to bend the knee, and I'll give the North the justice they deserve... we'll do it together. Just like Ned and my father wanted. Please, just think about it."
Catelyn just looked at her hands, and the exhaustion was setting in. She just sighed deeply. "I'll bring your term to my son."
"Wait... I'll write a letter for him. Hopefully, we'll meet again soon... I miss our talks," Galadriel smiled as Catelyn glanced at her, wondering if the marriage proposal was still there. It was hard to say, especially with their dealings with the Freys. But, if Catelyn could admit, she would rather have Galadriel as a daughter than a Frey girl.
After giving Lady Stark the letter, Galadriel stared at Catelyn Stark leaving the tent and hummed. She's so gullible. Galadriel thought, a bit disappointed by how easy she was to control. Although it may be unfair to say. Catelyn Stark has lost her husband, her oldest daughter was captive at King's Landing, her youngest daughter was missing and Robb, Catelyn's oldest son, was fighting a war that could take his life at any minute. And she has been away from her other two. Galadriel could feel a heavy weight on Catelyn's shoulder.
"It's hard to be a mother," Galadriel muttered, feeling a bit of empathy for Catelyn Stark.
"Still, let's see if Robb Stark surprised me more."
Stannis Baratheon stared at the letter on his hand. It has been reading it for a while now, as Ser Davos and his son just looked at each other, wondering where that letter came from. However, it looked like it was an incredibly important piece of paper if Stannis truly takes his time reading it.
Nevertheless, Ser Davos was still perturbed by what he saw in that tunnel. The things that came out of Red Priestess. He wanted to warn Stannis, to scream at him even, but one look at Stannis just made him know that whatever Melissandre did, he was aware of it. That was hard to cope with and challenging to process. But, he swore loyalty to Stannis, no matter what. However, he still needed to speak to Stannis. Ser Davos had to, there was no other way. But that would have to wait.
"Your Grace," Ser Davos called as Stannis simply hummed. "It's something wrong...? What does that letter say?"
"Not king anymore, Ser Davos. My niece is alive."
Stannis declared giving Ser Davos the letter, who took his time to read it, or tried to, for the lack of a better word. He was able to read some paragraphs to know that it was true.
"She's with Renly?" Ser Davos asked, confused.
"Not her best decision, but looking at it. That was the best outcome; Renly won't hurt her. And Joffrey's mercenaries are running rampant across the country. Her only course of action was to run towards a safe position. Even if it was at the hands of her uncle, who is trying to usurp her throne. However, now I know why Renly looked so confident in our little chat."
Ser Davos may not be the best mastermind ever. But even he could see the benefits of having the princess beside him.
"Truly, her being with him only increases his claims. Many would look at it as if she were giving up her claims to the throne. No doubt, Renly is prepared to exploit it."
"A thieve with no shame. I never thought I'll see the day when my brother would use his own family, his blood, in such a manner," Stannis then allowed himself to smirk. "However, we aren't alone anymore."
"Your gra... my lord Stannis, even if the princess-"
"Queen, she's your Queen, Ser Davos, and mine," Stannis quickly corrected the Onion Knight, who awkwardly coughed.
"Of course, still, the Queen doesn't have enough support at hand from what I see, and she's still trapped inside Renly's camp. How can we get her out without alerting, Renly?"
"You're a smuggler, you think about it," Stannis replied, glancing at him. "But, worry, do not. I shall wait for you on a ship nearby, we must be fast. Also, some of Renly's bannerman have grown conscious and decided to help their rightful Queen safely passage while Renly is focused on his hair. They'll lead her during the night to the coast. Your job is to get her out before sunlight."
"I shall be swift, my lord," Ser Davos replied quickly.
"And about support, don't worry. My niece has more allies than you'll expect. Dorne will declare for her. And some of the Lords of the Crownlands will also side with us. That will put us in a better position than before. At least, with the Dornish ships, our numbers are almost the same on the sea."
Ser Davos was surprised to hear such a thing. He has heard about how well-loved the princess was in the past, but seeing it in action, was quite different. Especially from Dorne. Although, Ser Davos wondered, how and why they'll support the princess. "I guess that's one less worry for us. I believe that once everyone knows, she's alive and with you. More lords from the Stormlands and the Reach will flock to her support."
Stannis hummed as he stared at the map below. "Still, it's not enough to face, Renly on an open field... and it would take a while for Dorne to mobilise."
Stannis believed in the letter his niece sent him. Truthfully, he was vexed about how fast those messengers arrived. My niece has a few tricks under her. A connection of loyal people all ready to hear her call. And Dorne... how could they move so fast? Or are they...? Stannis thought about the possibility of the Dornish coming to their side. He didn't know how Galadriel secured their loyalty or how certain she was that they'll aid her. Nevertheless, Stannis would just have faith. Right now, that's all he has.
Stannis then glanced at Melissandre, who had arrived there. A smile cast a shadow that made him sigh. He tried to focus on the war table, but that smile made him wonder if he has chosen the right path.
"How did you fare with your pirate?" Stannis asked as he stared at Ser Davos, who had quite a tense face.
"Salladhor Saan will join our fleet. Thrity ships, his men know how to fight."
"In my experience, pirates prefer fighting unarmed men. Do you trust him?"
"Salladhor Saan is an old friend. I've known him for thirty years," Ser Davos said, almost bringing some sense of comfort to Stannis. Almost. "I've never trusted him. But once he gets the smell of gold, he never stops. And once he finds out the princess... our Queen is alive. He'll gladly travel to the Smoking Sea if you ask him. He knows about the bank, her gold, and her grandfather."
Stannis scoffed but nodded. "Well, if he does his job, he'll have his share."
Stannis then stared at Melisandre and knew they needed to talk. "That'll be all. Leave us."
Ser Davos and his son just looked at them before nodding and leaving Lord Stannis and the Red Priestess alone.
"You don't look happy," Melisandre stated. "Your niece is alive. The princess of Westeros is on your side now. Yet, I feel a commotion inside you. Your Grace."
"My niece is the rightful ruler. The true heir of Robert. The Queen."
"Yes, but you're the Lord's chosen. The Prince that was Promise. Titles mean nothing to those who have a mission in this world. The Lord of Light's chosen should wear a crow, not a mantle."
Stannis didn't say anything. He just stared at the war table and all the pieces. "Am I, the Prince that was Promise? Azor Ahai?" Stannis asked as he stared at Melisandre with cold ice. The Red Priestess frowned deeply, wondering what he got into him. Yet, as she walked around the table, she saw those blue eyes. They seemed to hold something.
"You saw something in the fire... didn't you?" Melisandre whispered. "When...?"
Stannis didn't say much at first, but then he glanced at her. "Last night... I couldn't sleep. A cold feeling appeared in my room. So, I lean into the fire... and I pray. I didn't know why. I just felt like it. And as I stared, I saw two golden eyes staring right back at me. I saw two large black wings and hair white as snow. And fire, everywhere."
Melisandre just stood there, hearing all of that, with quite a stunned face. "I never felt something so... real. I could almost touch it. Power, in my hands, in my blood. Then, I woke up from the trance. But I knew right then and there. That I wasn't the one you claim."
Melisandre had just a tough time grasping Stannis' words. If anything, she was shocked. And she has lived long enough to not be easily startled. However, Stannis wasn't over.
"One day... a long time ago. When Shireen was a child of five years, Greyscale disfigured her face. Galadriel came to visit her. I saw those golden eyes staring at Shireen. They played for a while but came the night. I followed Galadriel to my daughter's chambers. I peeked at the door, and I saw a strange light emanating from her hands as she touched Shireen's face. Soon... the Greyscales scars, the disfigurement that brought pain and shame to my wife and me. Vanished. Nothing remains. Not a single scar."
Stannis whispered, still remembering that strange beam of light from Galadriel's hand. The soft smile and chuckled. But also how he truly believed that Galadriel knew he was there. He never asked her what she did or what she was. But he does remember, clear as day. Those golden eyes glowed brightly.
"What's it, magic, sorcery?" Stannis asked as Melisandre was silent.
"It could be... she has Targaryen blood in her. The Dragon Blood," she replied slowly, still unsure and confused about why Stannis was saying such history now. But there wasn't a lie in his voice. No, Stannis wasn't that type of man. Yet, what does it make Melisandre anxious? Nervous and incredibly dazed.
"You think so? I never heard about the Targaryen having healing magic," Stannis asked, now glaring at her. "You say the fire tells us the words of the Lord of Light."
"The Lord of Light commands, and I obey."
Stannis just scoffed. "That's one way to say you don't know. If you're a messenger of the Lord of Light, how can he not tell you clearly, who is truly the Prince that was Promised?"
Melisandre couldn't say much after that. She just thought deeply about it. "Perhaps, I am wrong. Perhaps you're wrong. Who can say what the Lords of Light want? The only thing we can do now is to have faith."
Now, Stannis chuckled in a not-very-happy way. "Faith?"
"Faith, yes," Melisandre approached him. "I'll see the path lay before us. Soon, whatever answers you want, whatever questions you seek. We see them in flames."
Stannis didn't say more. He just nodded, tired of everything.
"The flames... hopefully, you'll see more than I do."
Melisandre didn't reply as she stared at the sky beside the balcony. And the only thing she could think of was that the night was filled with terrors.
Galadriel hummed deeply as she prepared for one last meeting with her dear uncle Renly before vanishing. Technically speaking, she would be smuggled out like a precious sack of potatoes. A fun experience indeed. However, before that, she wanted to say her goodbyes. Sort of a farewell, but not really.
However, as she walked out of the tent, she was met with a tall lady and the beautiful Tyrell flower.
"My princess," Margaery said, holding her precious smile. Gendry, Mya and Ser Barristan almost had a stroke because people still called her a princess instead of a Queen. Galadriel simply waved their waves of anger away as she stared at her.
"Margaery, it's been a long while," Galadriel said, making the Tyrell flower chuckle.
"She's the Queen," the tall woman called Brienne of Tarth stated, as Margaery quickly stepped in before Galadriel's guards said anything about it.
"We are friends. It's alright. We are in quite a... delicate situation, after all."
"That's one way to say it," Galadriel replied, hiding her amusement.
"I hear you are going to meet with my beloved husband. Come to a sort of terms?"
Galadriel didn't say more, just nodded. "Yes."
"Please, let me take you there," Margaery had a flirty face. However, in those eyes of her, Galadriel could see the mind of the Tyrell flower working into a sort of scheme or plead.
Margaery then hugged Galadriel's arm as they walked through the hundreds of soldiers of the Reach. All bowing towards Margaery.
"It's a strange sensation, being called a queen," she whispered as Galadriel tilted her head. "Everyone expected me to behave appropriately. To speak softly, and act as such."
Galadriel rolled her eyes but kept her face stern and calm.
"You're doing this because your family asked you to marry him, right?" Galadriel said, and Margaery chuckled.
"My father's dreams of me being a queen and my family's insistence. It's my duty, whether I like it or not."
"It does sound horrendous," Galadriel only replied, half-joking.
"A terrible burden. My husband is my king, and my king is my husband. I'll do what he wishes of me," the flower Queen sighed as Galadriel wanted to scoff. The white-haired girl knew all too well what the beautiful Tyrell lady wanted to do. It was clear that Margaery wanted to convince Galadriel to renounce her claim to the throne and become a protegee of Renly. In a perfect world, that would allow Margaery to be what she always wanted and still have Galadriel by her side. Honestly, since Renly would not spend that much time on her bed, Margaery, at least, would like to have Galadriel fill that role. Not that Galadriel would deny how attractive that prospect of having Margaery nake in all her glory could be. But Galadriel had her own plans.
Poor little flower, you don't know what type of thorns I have. Galadriel hid her smile as she simply glanced at her.
"And your terms to remain, queen, are...?"
Margaery then glanced at Galadriel as they got close to Renly's tent. "Please, give your uncle the support he needs to be king. The Seven Kingdoms needs peace," Margaery pleaded, holding Galadriel's hands. "Think about it, Renly has a love of people just like you. And if you both were side by side, Westeros would find itself in a glorious age."
Galadriel kept her face serious, not showing much. "What about my family? I know; Joffrey's doomed no matter what. But what about Tommen and Myrcella? They are innocent. Children, you saw me play with them."
"Renly is not without mercy. We can think of something. Sending to Casterly Rock. You can speak to your grandfather about it. Please, we can end the war by the end of the year. Won't you think about it?"
Galadriel saw those chocolate-brown eyes and sighed. "You do have your duty to your family and now your husband. But so do I. And it's to the realm. Hopefully, the next time we see each other. No more blood will be spilt."
Galadriel said before entering the tent where Renly was waiting. It was a private talk between them. Margaery took a deep breath as she stared at Mya and Gendry.
"She's different... more determined than before. I'd hope she would have listened to me."
"Did you?" Mya drawled.
"I'm speaking the truth. I don't want the princess hurt. That's the last thing I want. But during the war... we can't always be safe."
Margaery left, wondering what would happen now.
Galadriel saw Renly sitting on his chair, writing letters inside the tent.
"The camp soldiers looked quite in a hurry," Galadriel commented as Renly smiled at her.
"We march to war, dear niece. My beloved brother has refused to put his sword down and bend his knee. So, we will meet again on the battlefield."
"So it has come to that..."
"Yes, it has come to that," Renly replied before standing up, drinking his wine, and looking at himself in the mirror as if everything was a big party. Galadriel simply shook her head.
Uncle truly, you're quite an easy target. Galadriel thought with a sigh.
"Now, putting aside the nasty business with family. I want you to make the best decision. Bend the knee, renounce any claim to the throne. Swore an oath of fealty to me and live in peace."
Galadriel put an anxious look on her face, acting as if she were intimidated. "These are your terms..."
Renly just looked at her gently. "You'll be a princess still. You'll marry Ser Loras and live with me at King's Landing. Together, we can shape the Seven Kingdoms into what it always was meant to be."
More like, me doing all the work and you just looking pretty. Galadriel scoffed internally.
"Ser Loras...? Isn't he..."
Renly now simply laughed. "My dear, don't worry. I know about your affliction too. Margaery has filled me in. We would do our duty to our partners. I will not enjoy that night, nor do I believe you will. But we will do our duty. And, once the night ends, we will move to our chambers. I with Loras, and you with Margaery. No one will say a thing."
Galadriel wanted to laugh about it. Indeed her uncle Renly has already decided what life would look like. All crafted to fit his desires. No different from Robert in that regard.
"That's quite the term..." Galadriel drawled, almost sounding sarcastic, but Renly didn't notice. He kept on staring at himself in the mirror.
"The best terms, my niece. I suggest you take them. Because I do care for you... now, what I need is-"
Galadriel then suddenly felt cold winds. Her passive skill was activated when they noticed the threat. That strange shadow that came lurking from underneath the wind, hiding like a snake. Galadriel didn't know what it was, but it moved towards Renly.
I can't allow that. Galadriel mused as she quickly activated. [Time Lower Pause] allows the time around her to go incredibly slowly. It was almost as if she had stopped time. Galadriel then looked at the strange shadow and frowned.
"What's that...? Well, if that thing is affected by my skill. Then, it's not really that strong."
Galadriel hummed as she peered at it with wondering eyes. The shadow had a strange form, almost of a man, but the face was something she recognised.
"Uncle Stannis...? Now, this is interesting."
Galadriel wondered how this could happen or who did it. But then, she recalled the Red Priestess and remembered what she had heard about those strange rituals with fire. Whispering about the darkness and the light or something like that.
"I guess she has a few tricks under her sleeve."
Galadriel smiled as she grabbed the shadow with her bare hands before crushing it. Then, the darkness in the shape of her uncle vanished. "Mm, it felt moist and slippery, ew. But whatever it was... it was just a frail shade. Not at all from the ones I know. Nothing like [Assasins Shade] or [Shadow Demon]. What a disappointment. Still... now I know magic is possible here."
Galadriel hummed as she decided to leave now. "My dear uncle, you're far too entertaining for me. Dying now will not be suitable for me. You have to live long enough for Westeros to burn. Just a little more."
Galadriel stared at the almost petrified Renly, who was still half-blinking.
"So, don't die on me yet."
Galadriel then waited for her skill runtime and stared at her uncle, who looked confused and disoriented.
"Oh... isn't it cold?"
Galadriel simply smiled at him. "Please, uncle, let me think for a while. I'll retire for the night."
Renly just looked around, still confused. "Uh, of course, my niece. Remember my terms."
Galadriel simple wave away as she left the tent. She wasn't going to say more to him, not for a long time. Perhaps, this would be the last time she saw her dear uncle. But that wasn't a bother. Renly choose to steal her throne. There was only one outcome for that.
It was much later, and Galadriel and her loyal guards were moving carefully.
"Here, your grace," Galadriel's doppelganger posing as Reach's soldier was doing excellent work now. No one was suspecting a thing, not that they ever would. But it filled Galadriel with quite an intoxicated feeling of arrogance, knowing everyone was eating out of her palm.
Soon, Galadriel and the rest arrived at the shore, where just one small boat was waiting for her, and there, a pretty anxious knight awaited her arrival.
"Ser Davos?" Galadriel called as she removed her cloak. "Is that you?"
"My princ- Your Grace, it has been a while. I believe you were just a child the last time we saw each other."
"It truly has been a long time," Galadriel smiled. She liked Ser Davos. He was a truly loyal man, like Ser Barristan, only without the skill of the sword. Stannis has indeed found himself a faithful man. "I'm so happy to see you."
"Now, Your Grace, we must sail before the sun's light can cast a shadow on us..."
Galadriel looked back and sighed at the two so-called Reach soldiers. "Please, be careful! Don't risk your life!"
"Your Grace will await your coronation."
The doppelganger replied joyfully, following the lines they had memorised. Ser Davos now could see how adored the princess was, that even at the camp of the usurpers, soldiers would risk their lives for her.
"Ba careful, Your Grace, these are the Shipbreaker Bay waves. It's going to be rough."
Ser Davos warned as Galadriel practically jumped onto Mya's lap, who held her tightly. "I got you," Mya whispered.
"Now, please, Ser Barristan, Gendry, I'll need both your arms to get us out of the coast."
"Don't worry, I can do it myself," Gendry said, earning a few chuckles from the rest as they sailed away slowly until the morning light came above the waves.
Galadriel honestly did not expect the waves to be that strong. She heard from her father that the Shipbreaker Bay waves were rogue and savage to any ship, even the biggest war galleon. Not surprising to hear that. Galadriel knew she had lost her grandparents she had never met there. Laying far beneath the waters of the Stormlands.
Galadriel saw multiple ships but one with a Stag on fire. She knew it was her uncle Stannis' main galleon. The smile on her face was visible until a wave crushed into them, splashing sea water into her eyes.
"Ugh!" Galadriel whined. "There's seawater in my eyes!"
Some chuckles were heard. "You'll get used to it, Your Grace," Ser Davos said as they docked near the ship and slowly climbed it.
Galadriel was helped, and the moment she climbed aboard, Stannis's stoic face received her. "Niece."
Galadriel raised her eyebrow at him. "Uncle."
Both stared at each other for a while, not saying much, as the waves crashed into the ship.
"Welcome aboard... Your Grace."
Stannis finally said before Galadriel smiled.
"Thank, my lord."
