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Chapter 11
The soft and warm light of the sun entered the room and, with it, the welcoming of a cold morning. But it was normal, of course. It was the North, after all. A place where cold mornings and nights were the standard of living. Yet, the comfortable large bed and the expensive fur made it a cozy place to sleep. However, for Galadriel, that wasn't why she was dozing joyfully. Ainz's the Direwolf was sleeping next to his master, and his fur and large body made him the perfect body pillow.
Galadriel hugged him tightly while snoring quietly. However, the heiress of the North wasn't the only one embracing something. Albedo, the Guardians Overseer, was sleeping next to her beloved lady, hugging her like a little spoon, rejoicing in their naked and intimidated embrace. However, the morning sun hit her perfect and beautiful face, waking her immediately. Albedo could feel her beloved's easy breath and truly wanted nothing but to stay where she was, but she couldn't do so. So begrudgingly, Albedo started to wake up her lady, who had a long day ahead of her.
"My lady, wake up," Albedo called softly, kissing the back of Galadriel's neck. "It's time to wake up."
Galadriel whined softly, and so did Ainz, who wasn't one to wake at such an early hour. A strange thing for a Direwolf, but maybe he picked up some manners from his owner. Galadriel groaned as she then glanced at Albedo, who beamed at her.
"Good morning, my lady," Albedo said while she kissed Galadriel in a manner that only a couple would do. The white-haired girl chuckled between kisses and was more than happy to reciprocate her beloved Succubus lover's touches.
A strange relationship has emerged between them. Only a week ago, Albedo's advances breakthrough Galadriel's worries about doing something with some of her friend's children. Galadriel was a young woman, and one could only bear so much by having an exotic and incredibly lustful succubus at your side all day and night. Albedo has practically flirted and told Galadriel that she could do anything to her whenever she wanted. No one could blame Galadriel for not trying her hardest to resist Albedo's tease.
However, Galadriel allowed her lustful nature to float and decided to lose her cherry. And since then, Albedo and Galadriel have shared a bed and love every minute of it.
"Well, what a way to wake me up," Galadriel smiled, but then she heard Ainz complaining and grinned. "Aw, I love you too!"
Galadriel kissed her Direwolf lovingly, ruffling Ainz's fabulous white snow fur like an oversized puppy. Ainz, of course, started to enjoy it, much to Albedo's jealousy. A truly hilarious view to see a level 100 Succubus, who was strong enough to crush rocks with her fingers, being envious of a pet. However, Ainz, the Direwolf, only glanced at her with a smug face as if he were saying, "I was here first."
"Filthy...!" Albedo hissed angrily.
"Now, now," Galadriel smiled, knowing their child-like rivalry. "I want to take a hot bath. We have to travel today, after all."
Albedo sighed deeply, remembering it was the day they traveled south for that thing that annoyed her and infuriated her to not end. However, there was a silver lining in all of this, one that she would take a huge part in shortly. Galadriel saw her and smiled; she knew full well what was Albedo's worries. "You're thinking of that, aren't you?"
"I understand well enough the need for it. And it's a good plan, all things considered."
"An incredible future for us and an interesting one as well," Galadriel smirked maliciously. "You'll need to learn everything you can in the shadows, so when the time comes. You'll fill the shoes."
Albedo hummed deeply and shivered to remember the acting lessons she's been having with Pandora's Actor during the last weeks. She truly hated it, but it was a need to do it. All for the sake of the end goal of her beloved mistress. And deeply inside Albedo's core. She would die before she let any other person, let alone a man, touch the love of her life, let alone marry her. Also, there was a rather satisfying pride in knowing that no one would ever know about it.
"I'll try my hardest!" Albedo replied excitedly, and Galadriel gave a small peck on the succubus's cheek.
"I know you will," Galadriel said. "Now, we have to hurry... ugh, it's going to be an along the way south."
Galadriel muttered, annoyed, but she couldn't help but feel excited about it. There was going to be quite the mayhem down there soon, and her future plans would surely make everything so much better. Besides, watching the South's stares and gossip about them would be quite entertaining.
"Do I have to stay?" Benjen muttered as he saw his entire family preparing to leave. Only he and Ice, his Direwolf, would remain at Winterfell, with Pandora's Actor and Albedo watching over him. Although, Albedo would be with Galadriel, just not visible for anyone to see. Pandora's Actor would truly use [Gate] quite a lot. But it was necessary for their plans. Besides, Galadriel wouldn't let her little brother all by himself.
"There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, Benjen," Rickard Stark told his youngest, who stared at him with a sad look. The Lord of Winterfell could understand why the youngest pup of the Stark family felt alone and not in a metaphorical way. Brandon was Rickard's oldest and heir to Winterfell. Brandon was destined to lead, fight, and become Lord Warden of the North.
Then there were both twins, Eddard, who would one day become Brandon's right hand, and Lord of the Moat Callin, watchful guardian of the Fever Channel. An essential job and an important one.
Then, there was Galadriel, who was the one in charge of the North's unnatural progress and the key factor of the family. There wasn't a need to list all of his oldest daughter's accomplishments. They were too vast to tell; however, the current one was the one that Brandon hated the most. Galadriel was close to becoming Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
Lyanna, while wild, she was a future lady and, in Brandon's opinion, responsible for securing their family's future in the North. Either by marriage or something else. Although, it was not truly an idea Rickard had in mind.
So that leaves Benjen as the last one. His future wasn't as bright as the rest, nor had the same connotation as his older siblings. A problem that has been brewing lately. Rickard took that in mind and to the behest of his oldest daughter, who told him that the lack of responsibilities that Benjen held was slowly pushing him down. They needed to help Benjen to search for his destiny, so to speak. Rickard knew Galadriel was telling the truth, he didn't want to leave Benjen hanging out, nor he wanted him to feel left out or worse, that he was a spare of some kind.
Rickard saw Benjen's agitated face. "You're my son, a Stark. The blood of the first men run in you."
"But..."
"Benjen, while I am gone... you're Lord of Winterfell. Remember our words."
"Winter is Coming," Benjen replied, and Rickard smiled.
"Exactly."
"If something were to happen to us... you are all that is left."
Benjen now paled slightly, looking quite dismayed.
"What with those words?! Can you behave like a normal dad and tell him that you love him? What with this end of times words?" Galadriel muttered, earning a few chuckles around her. Rickard coughed awkwardly as Lyarra approached Benjen, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek tenderly as a loving mother would do.
"Take care while we are gone, dear."
"I will, mother."
Brandon then gave Benjen some small punches, making the youngest flinch funnily. "Hey... you better keep your arm strong. Don't waste your days eating and sleeping."
Benje scoffed playfully but smiled. "You'll see, lord Muller is going to teach me some moves and then when you come back. I'll kick your arse!"
Brandon laughed loudly but gave a small hug to his dear younger brother. "You better."
Ned chuckled as he, too, hugged Benjen. "Take care, Benjen. Don't let anyone intimidate you."
"I won't."
Lyanna being the girl she was, jumped behind Benjen, scaring him for a moment. "I'll miss this." Lyanna smiled as Benjen sighed deeply.
"I won't, truly," Benjen replied but after watching Lyanna for a while. It was him, the one who went to hug her. He and Lyanna have always been close, especially since their age wasn't so different. They spent most of their time playing around and finding ways to prank their family. Although, they almost failed to prank Galadriel. She seemed to always know what they were up to. However, Lyanna has a soft spot for Benjen.
"Don't die on me, sweet Benjen," Lyanna whispered softly.
"I won't if you do the same," Benjen responded.
Galadriel smiled at her family. Even though it wasn't a goodbye at all. Her family could truly be a ray of sunshine when they wanted.
"Benjen," Galadriel never had siblings, neither older nor younger. Having Benjen at his little brother made her sure to realize what Bububukuchagama always told her. Younger siblings must always listen to their older siblings! Galadriel chuckled softly. She wasn't as temperamental as her slimy friend. However, that could be because Benjen was different from Peroroncino. Thank god! Galadriel has her hands already filled with Brandon's horniness and promiscuity already. Benjen was a sweet boy, kind and incredibly cute. Nothing like either Brandon or Peroroncino.
"I love you, Benjen," Galadriel kissed Benjen's forehead and chuckled when Benjen whined.
"I'm not a baby anymore, Galadriel," Benjen blushed cutely.
"You're always going to be my little brother," Galadriel replied teasingly. "But... I believe you heard about what will happen South. So, perhaps it would take a while before we see each other again."
Benjen, just like his entire family, hated that. The sheer notion of Galadriel living in the South didn't suit well with them. And for the way everyone reacted to those words. He could sense that if Galadriel said to them that she didn't want to marry the prince and wanted to stay with them. They would keep her there and tell the King and the princess to sod off in a no-kind manner.
"You don't have to go!" Benjen cried as Galadriel hugged him tenderly.
"I'm sorry, Benjen, but it has to happen. It's important to our family," Galadriel sighed but couldn't help but feel horrible while watching Benjen's puppy eyes. But her plans must move on for the sake of her family.
"It's alright, Benjen, everything it's going to be fine," Galadriel patted her little brother's back. Ice, the Direwolf whined softly. Galadriel chuckled, caressing him softly.
"Take care of him, Ice, please," Ice licked Galadriel's hand, trying to show his fear and sadness at seeing her go.
"Everything it's going to be alright, Benjen. We are not saying goodbye, but an until later."
Benjen wasn't sure about it, but he wished none needed to go south to that dark place filled with backstabbers and snakes. He truly believed nothing good would come up from listening to the Targaryens. But as he saw his family go, even with the rest of the Direwolves. Benjen looked at the large castle behind him. Winterfell truly felt empty now.
"Please be careful."
Benjen whispered, waving them goodbyes and praying to the Old Gods that nothing would happen to them.
King's Landing was filled with many people, perhaps even more than it would normally have, because the King wanted a large tourney, one of the biggest in history. The reason was to bring all the noble houses of Westeros to see how the Stark family knelt before him and to see if the famous White Wolf was worth his son's hand. An incredible vanity project of his, but no one could say no to him.
I want them to see...! Witness, who is the true King of Westeros! Those were Aerys' words.
Many would call King Aerys II Targaryen a madman, and they would be right. However, he wasn't dumb. Aerys, like many others, has noticed and has agreed that the Stark family has become the most powerful noble family in Westeros. The channel's building has completely cut the North off from the rest of the Seven Kingdoms in more than one way. The large and vast amount of wealth Stark makes in a year has only tripled and easily outshines what Tyrell and Lannister do in a decade. And added that Free Cities now visited the Winter City and Winterfell regularly. The Stark family was making themselves known and making new allies, which didn't suit the rest of the Seven Kingdoms.
Still, for many of the South, the Stark and the North were nothing but opportunistic savages. That's how they saw them and nothing more. But not all, and Aerys was one of them. The crazy King recalled one prophecy and believed that the North was of a different breed than the rest of the South. No, the North itself was as ancient as Old Valyria; that's the only reason he treated them with more regard.
Yet, not all shared his feelings.
Rhaegar looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if he looked presentable enough for the arrival of the Stark family. He knew Lord and Lady Stark weren't thrilled to hear that the King may force their oldest daughter to wed him. In fact, from what Vary's spies have listened to during the travel of the Stark family south. Lady Stark has been cutting pigs and other animals' manhoods to practice; such thought truly made him shiver.
Nevertheless, Rhaegar wanted to show them that he would cherish Galadriel with all his heart and care for her no matter what.
"Being liked by her family seems to be the problem," Rhaegar muttered with a sigh.
"Rhaegar, are you presentable?"
Rhaegar turned around, and so his dear mother slowly entered his chamber. She looked far better than normal. Rhaegar saw that her face showed no bruise. Of course, Rhaegar knew it didn't mean she wasn't with some in other parts of her body. However, Aerys looked focused on something else rather than spending nights with his sister-wife. Rhaella didn't need more pain in her life.
"Mother, what can I do for you?" Rhaegar asked her mother, who just chuckled.
"Nothing, my dear," Rhaella replied softly. "Everything is fine. I'm here for you. You've been quite anxious in the last few days."
Rhaegar sighed, knowing that he hadn't been able to sleep like he would normally. "Am I that obvious?"
Rhaella frowned as she approached her oldest son. "It's this because of the tourney?"
"Among other things," Rhaegar muttered slowly.
"Aerys' idea of marrying this girl to you?"
Rhaegar hummed deeply. "Do you agree with it?"
Rhaella looked troubled for a brief time but defeated by the whole notion. "I don't know her as you do. Such an opinion really escapes my grasp. However, I am more worried about your father. This idea... has been slowly eating him alive. And I don't want to patronize the North either."
Rhaegar nodded, sensing more than just those words. "Don't worry, mother. You'll like her. She is different."
"How so?" Rhaella asked, intrigued by the mysterious girl who seemed to have stolen her son's heart. Rhaegar smiled softly.
"I can't explain it in words, mother. When you meet her, you'll see," Rhaegar's smile was truly different. Rhaella's opinion of the girl was still unknown. Yet, if she was that person who could bring a smile out of her son. Then, maybe she would approve of her.
"Nothing more, but wait, I guess," Rhaella chuckled. "But, you know what your father's wishes are. I don't doubt he will force you to wed here immediately. And you know about the nasty rumors about losing her maidenhood during her attack."
Rhaella whispered worriedly. "He already has some septas and Pycell ready to make sure she is... properly ready for you."
Rhaegar scoffed angrily, especially at letting that old man touch her. He already hated how he handled his mother when she was sick. However, soon enough, both Rhaella and Rhaegar heard a crunching sound. It was the sound of rocks being crushed by something heavy.
"Uh, did you hear something?" Rhaella asked, confused.
"Ah... I don't know, it sounded like something breaking," Rhaegar replied, just as confused. "Well, in anycase, I will not allow it."
"Rhaegar..."
"Mother, such treatment it's not one I'll tolerate," Rhaegar stated. Rhaella could only sigh but felt pride at her son's decision not to let this girl be humiliated by someone else.
"Be careful, Rhaegar. Things are incredibly tense as of now."
Rhaegar understood it, but some of him felt quite excited about what would come if he could admit it.
"Don't worry, mother. The Targaryen family and the Stark family, together, are going to start a new age."
Rhaella sighed. "I'll trust your judgment. But remember, you're not to see her still. Nor the Stark family as of now. Not until tomorrow during the ceremony in the Throne room."
Rhaegar's reaction to such a thing wasn't one of joy. His father's vanity was going to cause problems for them. He prepared an outlandish scene to show everyone his control over the Stark family was incredibly nauseous.
"Don't worry, mother. I'll be there."
"Hopefully, nothing will happen."
"I do hope so as well."
Rhaegar knew it to be true. He could feel it as well. However, things were more complex than they looked. Rhaella could feel it, like someone or something was looking at them, a pressure. Maybe it was her own nervousness. Nevertheless, she truly hoped nothing happened.
The Stark stared at the road ahead and saw the city ahead with disgust and quite disappointed. Truly, Winter City was not only larger now but incredibly more beautiful and less stinky. Lyarra, who was inside an incredible, luxurious carriage, had her window opened until the stench hit her nose.
"Ugh!" She gagged loudly. "It smells worse than our stables!"
Lyanna and Galadriel, who sat near her mother, agreed. "This is disgusting!"
Lyanna covered her nose, hoping it would cease the disgusting smell. But it was too penetrating. "We are not even in the city yet."
Galadriel groaned silently. The smell was foul, a nasty combination of feces, piss, and whatever else that city leaked reminded Galadriel of the megacities she used to live in. The smell wasn't as bad as the one she was used to, but it was an awful reminder of it.
It's not as bad as the smell of toxic waste, the bodies of dead children, and overflowed sewers. Galadriel frowned at the memory, but she hoped King's Landing didn't have dead bodies on an open street.
"You could close the window," Rickard announced as he rode next to them.
"Please do let them suffer as we do," Brando announced as he and Ned were on a horse, having to endure the foul smell, just like the other poor ones coming with them. Ned's frowning face could be very well mean, one of pure disgust. However, he did a great job showing that it didn't bother him.
"Brandon, behave like a Northern man. It's just a stench, nothing more," Rickard announced; however, his nose was trembling at the horrendous stench, and he gagged a bit.
"Father, you're gagging... that's not manly," Lyanna pointed out.
Galadriel looked out her window and saw the hundred-and-something guards, cooks, and servants coming with them. They truly were doing their utmost best not to let the stench of the city trouble them. That was incredibly condemnable.
I must raise their pay. Galadriel thought deeply as they approached the capital city of Westeros.
How much are you learning, Albedo?
Galadriel smiled as they entered the city gates.
The moment they arrived, Galadriel noticed how different everything and everyone seemed to be looking at them. No doubt, thanks to how the Northerner soldiers looked. Galadriel allowed herself to puff her chest proudly at the many stares. She wasted a lot of time and resources into making the Norther Army a true force to be reckoned with and one that looked incredibly intimidating. No longer they had leather armor or second-grade weapons.
Their armor was of special iron steel, and so were their weapons. However, a sword was only as good as its users. So, Galadriel and Pandora's Actor boosted their training in other ways. After the experiments Galadriel has made with her siblings, she concluded, just like Pandora's Actor and Albedo, that humans could only reach a certain point in their evolution. There were walls that they couldn't climb, perhaps if they were to become something else. But so far, Galadriel has yet to try to do it. Since she truly wanted to make her family more powerful and make them something else. However, she would not risk their lives. Meaning that experimentation was still on the table.
But leaving that aside. While Galadriel's siblings and the Northerner soldiers were humans, the number of abilities and special items she used on them allowed them to become more. All of them were, for the lack of a better word, they were buffed superhumans.
Stronger, faster, and with more resilience than a normal human. Galadriel was sure that a hundred northerner soldiers were worth a thousand of any other kingdom. And it truly showed by the way the soldiers of the North marched. Together, not missing one step. The poor people of King's Landing moved aside, watching the large convoy marching towards the Red Keep.
But more importantly, it wasn't just the citizens of King's Landing but also the nobles and the soldiers coming with the rest of the Great Houses of Westeros that stood there and watched.
"Look, is the Starks!" One noble rumored as he glanced at the intimidating soldiers.
"They're so big! Look at their armor...! It's that pure iron?!"
"I don't know, that doesn't look like simple iron or steel to me."
"Yes, I have never seen such steel... and look, the way those soldiers walk and move... these aren't little boys with swords."
"Hey, hey, they look rather intimidating."
"But look at those carriages!"
"Not even the Lannisters have carriages like that!"
Galadriel smirked internally. Rejoiced all of you filthy peasants! Rejoice and worship... my stuff! She chuckled at how people were staring not only at the Stark soldiers but their horses, their lavish carriages, and everything. Not even the Lannisters could compare to them. In fact, no one in Westeros could reach them now.
No one. Galadriel's arrogance was showing, as she loved the feeling of looking down on them like lowly worms.
"My dear, why are you smiling like some old man?" Lyarra said, terrified of her child's silent chuckles while looking outside the window.
"Galadriel, that's creepy, stop it," Lyanna added, sharing the same concern as her mother.
Galadriel coughed while returning to her pretty self again. "Sorry... sorry."
"Are you... happy to be here?" Lyarra asked worriedly.
"It's not that... it's mostly that... I am happy about how the rest look at us. That's all."
Galadriel stared at the Red Keep and smiled. It's only starting. It's only going to get better. After all... I do have a few tricks up my sleeve.
The day before the grand opening of the King's Landing tourney was a lavish banquet with all the Great Houses present and every noble family worth something. However, it was clear that it wasn't just an evening night with food and wine. The lingering tension was palpable, and so were the perturbing eyes of the King, who sat on the Iron Throne, looking, waiting at the Stark family.
The rest of the Targaryen family sat underneath the shadows of the Iron Throne, with the Kingsguard around them. Rhaegar patiently sighed, knowing that the Stark family was to arrive soon. It was a circus waiting for a grand opening. Undoubtedly, some noble families were waiting anxiously to see what the King would do or say to the Stark family. Especially since they were taking such a long time to arrive.
Would he punish them for a such insult? Aerys has burned people for far less.
Would he take the titles of the North away from the Stark family? A ridiculous assumption. But those naive enough to think about it were truly going to take advantage of it.
Or something more. After all, why announce such a tourney for the Stark of all families?
Rhaella shouldn't live with so much pressure in her life. She may look elegant and incredibly unshakable outside, but inside. The queen was a nervous wreckage and was slowly getting sicker. The youngest prince, Viserys, sat on his mother's lap, looking around, confused by all the people there.
"Mother? Why are so many people around?" The two-year-old asked innocently.
"It's... nothing, my dear."
Tywin Lannister and the Hand of the King looked impatiently around. "Your grace... it seems the Stark family got lost on their way here. Should I fetch them?"
Some nobles laughed at the condescending tone of voice coming from the Hand of the King. Tywin could have been having a better night. All his plans were slowly slipping away, and he was looking at his own family. He couldn't decide what to do. Cersei, the young girl, was truly one of the most beautiful girls in all Seven Kingdoms. Tywin would fight anyone who dared to say otherwise. She was wearing the Red Keep's most luxurious red and golden gown; wherever she went, stares followed. All men and some women looked at her with lust, and the Lannister's girl knew it. And the arrogance emanating from her was proof of it. Yet, the only man she wanted to look at her wasn't even paying attention to her.
Rhaegar didn't seem to notice her existence.
And that infuriated Cersei and made her feel disgraceful.
"No," Aerys replied. "They are here."
Aery's nasty smile was truly something else. But soon, the doors of the throne room opened.
"Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North, Lord Rickard Stark, and his wife. Lady Lyarra Stark."
They say people in the North were nothing but savages who wore only leather, had little but no idea of speaking or writing, and prayed to tress instead of the Seven like civilized people did and didn't know manners. However, Lord Rickard Stark and his dear wife, Lyarra Stark, didn't look like anything those gossips stated. Rickard was a tall man, a fierce one too. His gray eyes, and unshaved bear, showed a sturdy man of many winters. He made every step without fear or regard for other people's thoughts.
His wife, a mother of five, stood proudly next to her husband and Lord. Lyarra's beauty wasn't one to be scoffed out; somehow, she didn't even look her age at all. Lyarra's age didn't look like it moved from her mid-forties. One would say she seemed younger than that. The body showed no bag nor an example of aging. Lyarra still has a stunning body, with a motherly figure that turned the heads of both old and young men.
And her gown wasn't made of scraps or leather but the purest silk and expensive ornament.
Some ladies of Lyarra's age were incredibly jealous of her youth and beauty and to have a man as a husband who took care of himself.
But all those stares soon stopped when entering the room where four Stark children were.
Gasps were heard across the large hall.
Brandon Stark, the oldest and heir of Winterfell, and the second son, Eddard Stark, brought blushes to all the ladies in the throne room. They clearly represent what many consider a young handsome, and incredibly masculine man. Brandon's wild and arrogant demeanor made him look as if he could take any maiden there, and perhaps he would, or maybe he won't, and that was what was so attractive of him.
Eddard Stark was the opposite, calm and collected. Mysterious, with enough wolf's blood inside of him to bring excitement to whoever lady decided to try her luck.
But soon, the daughters of the Stark family appeared. Lyanna, the youngest, differed from all the South ladies. Perhaps even in the North. Lyanna's innocent looks were all to see, especially with the adorable gown she wore. Yet, it was clear that she was a woman of womanly curves and gracious features. And adding her look of disgust, Lyanna really hated how those Southerner men stared at her quite wide hips and bum. She scoffed, not paying attention to them. Lyanna, just like Eddard, Brandon, Lord, and Lady Stark, were all more worried about someone else.
Galadriel was truly what everyone was staring at. The oldest daughter of the Stark family and the person everyone wanted to meet. The White Wolf and the one prince Rhaegar wanted more than anything. They could now see why.
All of them could see it now.
Galadriel Stark's beauty couldn't be described in a sentence or even words. The snowy-white hair was highly different from the Targaryen one silver-white. It was like staring at winter itself. Those golden eyes were more precious than any gold ingot or diamond. But for those who look at the obvious. Galadriel's body was simply on another level of itself. It was lustful and erotic. Some words that could also describe her were beautiful, gracious, and precious.
The most beautiful woman in all the world. Galadriel Stark, the White Wolf.
Yet, it wasn't simply that. Suddenly, small growls could be heard in the great hall amid loud screams of horror. The kingsguard quickly moved before their King as those giant beasts entered the great hall. But the Stark didn't flinch.
"Your grace," Rickard's words were cold and incredibly stoic. "The Stark family is at your... service."
The Stark knelt before Aerys, who looked like a child in a candy store.
"So it's true... the Stark has magic!"
Aerys whispered excitedly, watching the giant wolf behind their masters.
And it begins.