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Chapter 18

While the tourney at Harrenhall paled in comparison to the recent one in King's Landing, it held a profound significance. It would serve as the catalyst, setting in motion a series of events that would ultimately consume the entirety of Westeros in an unstoppable and overwhelming wave. All of that chaos ready to unfold was a plan, an evil one, no doubt, but an entertaining one, too, especially for Galadriel, who felt Machiavelli on her secret throne, watching everyone dancing on her palms.

However, Galadriel was not directly involved in the current situation with one of her upcoming pawns. Instead, she observed her doppelgänger, who had been given the task of leading Robert to his breaking point. The ultimate goal was to manipulate him into acting in accordance with her master's desires—something easier said than done.

Poor doppelgänger was being manhandled by Robert's lust and could only cringe at him. Fake Galadriel could only smile at him as Robert proudly brought her with her family, all of whom had a nasty stare on their faces. Even Ned frowned as he saw Robb's hand placed on the fake Galadriel's waist. An action that was clearly frowned upon by everyone there.

Rickard Stark's disapproval of Robert's actions towards his daughter was evident in his eyes, which held a chilling silence. "Lord Baratheon, you brought my daughter," he said quietly.

Robert smiled at him but was smart enough not to say or do more. "Lord Stark, I'm just making sure she finds her way back to you."

"Dear, are you alright?" Lyarra asked, watching Galadriel's nervous face as she nodded quickly.

"Yes, mother," fake Galadriel responded. "Robert found me and insisted on accompanying me here." However, despite her composed façade, she couldn't shake the sense of unease that Lyarra's piercing gaze-evoked. It was so intense that she couldn't help but question whether her covert operation was in jeopardy.

"I see, then come sit with me," Lyarra said quickly, clearly leaving no room for arguing.

"But mother..."

"Now!" Lyarra snapped, and Galadriel flinched.

My lady's mother is absolutely terrifying! The poor doppelgänger swiftly moved, taking a seat beside Lyarra, who responded with a menacing glare towards Robert, who, despite the situation, continued to smile. Robert understood, of course, how it looked; even though he had spent the morning drinking and whoring, he was still clear-minded enough not to put himself in a bad situation in which he would be chastised by Lady Stark.

"Robert, I didn't know you were here," Ned said, his voice as stoic as ever.

"It was a last-minute decision. I heard there was a tourney and jousting, and I needed something to hit; that's all. Instead, I am surprised you are here," Robert replied with a smile as he soon noticed two ladies arriving. It was Elia and Ashara. "But I think I know why you're here."

Robert chuckled loudly as Ned coughed loudly before he and Brandon stood up quickly and walked towards the two females, who smiled at them.

Ned took a seat beside Ashara, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush at being so close to her beloved Ned. Their love-struck expressions were evident to all, even from a distance. Lyanna couldn't help but smirk, teasing Ned for his bashful demeanour. However, Ned's gaze remained fixed on Ashara, his eyes filled with unwavering devotion. He attentively inquired if she was tired or hungry, ensuring her well-being. Which, of course, Ashara could only reply softly, smiling at Ned with adoration.

"I'm fine, Ned," Ashara replied, gently taking Ned's hand. Their fingers intertwined in a beautiful gesture as Ned leaned in to kiss her hand. "I had a light meal with Elia, and I'm not tired."

"Are you sure?" Ned asked.

"Are you doubting my words, my lord?" Ashara teased back, and Ned only chuckled sweetly, his grey eyes bringing Ashara's blood to her cheeks.

"I apologise, my lady. I'm just worried," Ned's voice caused Ashara's heart to beat incredibly fast. She nodded quietly in response. The scene was so sweet, and for the Stark, it was clear that Ashara and Ned would soon marry. Because that sort of scene was clearly out of a song. To sweat for normal people. Perhaps too much. Lyanna gagged at the overly sweetness coming of those two.

However, on the opposite end, Elia Martel and Brandon Stark seemed to be arguing like an elderly couple. Elia, the princess of Dorne, clung to Brandon's arm and pulled him closer while the Winterfell heir merely let out a deep hum.

"You took too long," Brandon muttered as Elia simply huffed loudly.

"Oh, I apologise, my dear, but perfection cannot be rushed," Elia replied smugly, which made Brandon's cackle.

"Perfection? Well, I think you need a few more hours. I don't see perfection," Brandon said, which earned him a smack on his shoulder from Elia, who scoffed at him, yet there was a sense of amusement in both of them.

"It's that how you speak to a princess?" Elia asked, her natural Dornish seductive voice working wonders on Brandon, who smiled at her.

"Forgive me, my princess. We Northerners are not taught manners. We are unruly and wild savages," Brandon teased, this time whispering in Elia's ears, who smiled back.

"So I heard, although I am quite interested in the wild and savage side of yours, my lord." Elia's natural charm was quite a sight to behold. Brandon wanted her more than he realised at first. Elia was simply someone who could match his temper yet still hold him down when needed—a perfect reflection but also a counterbalance. Elia was playful and flirty. Yet, she was charming and good-hearted, king and tender to everyone. She understood the importance of duty and also, love.

The same was true with Ashara, who was the warmest person Ned needed in his life. Both brothers have found their loved ones, something that, perhaps in another life, wouldn't have the chance.

"Perhaps I'll show you soon," Brandon whispered into Elia's ears as she smiled at him with a teasing one.

"Maybe you can impress me," Elia replied, and Brandon chuckled.

"Are you two going to start fucking each other here in front of everyone?" Lyanna asked amusingly.

"Lyanna!" Lyarra hissed loudly before she began to whisper to herself. "Uh, that could bring me grandchildren... yes... officially, I suppose."

"You want grandchildren, mother? More? I mean, we could, right now!" Brandon joked, and now Elia smacked him in the head.

"Brandon!" Elia mumbled, embarrassed. Yet, she was smiling at the interaction of the family.

"Let's try to watch the joust," Rickard Stark mumbled tiredly.

Things settled quickly as the joust began. It wasn't filled with knights of great renown, nor skilful ones. The joust was a shore to see, yet it allowed some time for the Stark family to spend time together.

To their surprise, everything seemed to return to normal in the hours that followed. They even momentarily forgot about Robert's presence until nightfall, when it became apparent that it was time for everyone to rest. Lyarra, however, wanted to keep a close watch on her daughter Galadriel, who was exhibiting unusual behaviour. Her family noticed that Galadriel appeared nervous, anxious, and unusually quiet. Little did they know that the imposter posing as Galadriel was strictly following a predetermined script on how to behave.

And doing it masterfully.

The plan consisted of a series of objectives. Galadriel recognised that her sudden disappearance would cause unrest, but mainly among her family and the people of the North. It would not spark a war or any major conflict. After all, why would the South even be concerned if the renowned White Wolf of Winterfell went missing? No, a greater push was needed. King Aerys was undoubtedly insane. That much was clear. However, he was not foolish, and neither was Galadriel's family. They would not hastily plunge into war, and neither would the rest of Westeros. Or that was the idea, at least in Galadriel's mind. So, how did Galadriel intend to steer the entire continent in that direction?

Firstly, the question was whether the North was prepared to confront the South as a unified entity. Galadriel was confident that they were ready, at least one-on-one. She had devoted considerable resources to bolstering their army, although a naval fleet was still absent from their arsenal.

Secondly, Rhaegar was plotting to remove his father from the throne; if Aerys did something unspeakable, something that could push for rebellion against his house, then he would be forced to act accordingly.

Thirdly, it would be effortless to point the blame towards Aerys, the Mad King, who was the perfect scapegoat for Galadriel to use, provided with the ideal pawn to increase her family's name, but also her own. It didn't truly matter if Robert or Rhaegar won the war. They were simply pawns for her; their survival was unimportant for Galadriel.

Although, if Galadriel could be honest, watching them fight to the death was entertaining.

Still, fake Galadriel needed to move on with the plan.

"Dear, is everything alright?" Lyarra asked as they were in a private tent. "You've been unusually quiet."

"Yes, that is not normal," Lyanna added as she sat on her small bed.

"Oh, I apologise, Mother," fake Galadriel replied softly. "Something has been making me feel uneasy lately."

"Uneasy?" Lyanna asked.

"What is it?" Lyarra asked worriedly.

"I feel like I am being watched," fake Galadriel replied nervously. "Ainz has been acting weird, too, as have the rest of the Direwolves."

"Since when?" Lyarra asked as she approached her daughter, noticing the fear in her eyes. This was unusual for Galadriel, who was never easily frightened or prone to such anxious behaviour.

"Since we left King's Landing."

Fake Galadriel was pleased with her current acting. She was doing precisely what her lady wanted, which was to create a feeling of uncertainty, planting seeds of doubt in them.

"I should call your father," Lyarra whispered.

"Don't worry. I am going to stay here; I need to sleep, that's all. And Lyanna will be with me, right?" fake Galadriel smiled.

Lyanna and Lyarra glanced at each other and said nothing. But it was clear that they had to tell the rest. As they lay on the bed, fake Galadriel glanced at Lyanna, who looked troubled by something. It was a perfect opportunity to act in her mind, after all, Pandora's Actor advised her to take whatever opportunity to increase the drama.

"Lyanna," fake Galadriel tilted her head at her lady's sister.

"Mm?" Lyanna hummed.

"What do you think of Robert?" fake Galadriel asked, and from the looks of it, Lyanna looked almost disgusted by simply thinking about him.

"Pig, whoremonger, disgusting man..."

"Do you think he can change?" fake Galadriel asked, and soon, Lyanna stood up and glanced at her in shock.

"No! Never! You hear me? Don't try it. It's bad for the lungs. It will make you piss dark green! I heard it from the sailors!" Lyanna replied quickly. "Don't fall for a man like him! He'll use you and throw you away. I won't let you, I'll...! I'd rather kill him and spend my life in the wall or exiled than watch you fall in love with him! You hear me?!"

She is definitely my lady's sister.

"I am just asking!" Fake Galadriel replied.

"Don't ask! Don't!" Lyanna hissed.

"Sorry..."

"Good!" Lyanna cuddles with a fake Galadriel. "Now, let me sleep while I still can."

"Goodnight," fake Galadriel muttered, quite surprised by Lyanna's behaviour.

Once night came, the Doppelgänger casted a spell on both Lyarra and Lyanna, ensuring they would not notice her absence until the morning. Then, she quietly sneaked out of the tent and used her skill to remain hidden from the view of whoever may be awake at such an hour.

Fake Galadriel quickly arrived at Robert Baratheon's tent, and it did not take a genius to realise that Robert was waiting for her, like a kid waiting for his present.

"You came," Robert whispered as he saw Galadriel's staring at him.

"Robert," fake Galadriel whispered.

Without hesitation, Robert swiftly rose to his feet and hurried towards the imposter posing as Galadriel. Even though the Doppelgänger was a mere imitation of the real Galadriel, she still embodied her sacred presence. She could not permit a mere human to make physical contact with her in such a manner.

"Wait, Robert, I-"

"Hush, my love. Don't worry about tomorrow, only about tonight," Robert whispered as he gently cupped her cheeks, much to the fake Galadriel's disgust. "I want to make you mine tonight and only mine."

Fake Galadriel rolled her eyes, yet she carried on with the act. "Yes, but could you please turn around? I'm feeling quite nervous," she whispered with anxiety. Robert smirked with desire, already envisioning the sight of his beloved Galadriel's bare form.

However, as soon as he turned around, his consciousness disappeared, and his body crashed onto the floor. Robert was rendered unconscious immediately.

Fake Galadriel, filled with disdain, let out a scoff of disgust. She had resorted to using a spell to swiftly render the repulsive pig unconscious. She shivered before sighing.

"{My lady, it's done.}" Fake Galadriel reported back.

"{Thank you for your sacrifice, my dear. It must have been... disgusting to be touched by someone like him.}"

"{Better me than you, my lady.}"

"{I appreciate it; now use your abilities and leave the letter. The operation is about to begin.}"

"{Right away, my lady.}" Fake Galadriel replied, briefly glancing at Robert's motionless body. With a loud gag, the Doppelgänger carefully placed him onto the bed and swiftly removed his clothing. In a seamless transformation, she assumed the terrifying form of a demon.

"You're going to have a delightful dream," the Doppelgänger hissed in her new demon form. "Thankfully, you're going to die soon."

This hope was not only shared by the poor doppelgänger, who had to endure the sight of Robert's naked body but also by Pandora's Actor and Albedo. They were determined to ensure that he met a swift end.

Galadriel recoiled in disgust, averting her gaze from the screen. The task of bestowing upon Robert a pleasant dream of their union repulsed her deeply. Yet, she acknowledged the necessity for Robert to embrace the impending chaos that awaited. All she desired was for him to transform into a man consumed by a single obsession: war.

"Sacrifices must be made," Galadriel scoffed, but this way was better. Besides, men like Robert were easy to predict and control, and this way, Robert would be the perfect pawn. "Still, he has to die, and if Rhaegar somehow fails to achieve it. Well, that would certainly be quite embarrassing."

Galadriel couldn't help but snort, hoping fervently that things wouldn't escalate to that point. However, while she felt annoyed about Robert Baratheon, the same couldn't be said for Albedo, whose face currently sported a permanent sneer. Albedo was using a lot of restraint in order to not end up killing him.

"Ah, my love, you seem rather annoyed," Galadriel playfully remarked, relishing in the knowledge that Albedo was far from pleased with the current events unfolding in Robert's Baratheon tent. I don't want to suffer alone. Galadriel chuckled to herself.

"I would use another word," Albedo hissed back.

"Now, now, please, dear, it's not me. Remember that," Galadriel replied as Albedo scoffed. "Besides, he is dreaming only. That's all."

"What do we even bother to do all of this?" Albedo asked angrily.

"Because it's entertaining this way. Also, I put a lot of effort into these plans already, and we must think about the bigger picture. Controlling Westeros is just a small part of my plans, remember? We have to deal with those gods around the world."

"Still..."

Albedo let out a loud huff. She was well aware that Robert was engrossed in a vivid dream where he was with Galadriel. This was precisely why the Doppelgänger had transformed into a Succubus—to exploit the skill of invoking powerful and incredibly lifelike dreams known as [Succubus's dreams]. Its purpose was to manipulate Robert into believing that Galadriel reciprocated his love despite it being far from the truth.

It was to control him and guide him to where they wanted him.

"He thinks it is you. He is dreaming with you! That's so insulting," Albedo responded angrily. "But I supposed I should be thankful that, at the very least, it would prove us useful."

Galadriel smiled, expressing her confidence. "Indeed, Robert will prove useful, at least in sowing chaos. However, let us not forget that our ultimate objective is to secure the throne. Marrying Rhaegar is the main goal. I shall assume the role of queen while you shall ascend as the king while using Rhaegar's form."

"And if Robert somehow kills Rhaegar and wins...?" Albedo drawled, annoyed.

"Well, then Robert becomes king and me, his queen, but of course, you'll be taking his place in any way. So, don't worry. Both of them will die regardless."

Galadriel hummed before smiling evilly. "I guess we could change things up."

"What do you mean, my lady?" Albedo asked.

"I mean, I've been curious about what it would be like to sleep with a man for a while now. Maybe I should just go ahead and sleep with Robert," Galadriel playfully teased. It was clear she was joking and had no intention of actually doing it. However, her goal was to see Albedo's reaction, knowing that she was already on edge about this plan.

Soon, Galadriel undressed and called for the [Gate] to be opened. "It might be enjoyable, don't you agree, dear?" Galadriel teased back. However, before she could take a step through the portal, Albedo forcefully pulled her out and pushed her onto the map table, scattering papers and maps in the process.

"No!" Albedo hissed, her eyes glowing brightly. "You. Are. Mine! Do you understand?! My woman and no one else!"

Galadriel was suddenly struck by shock as she noticed an unexpected sight between her succubus lover's legs—a rather big and rather thick sight if she were honest. A mix of amusement and fear washed over her. "Oh, my! Where did you get that?" Galadriel whispered to herself.

"I am a sex demon. And you, my dear, belong to me. And I'll make sure you recognise it," Albedo growled. Her long tongue licked Galadriel's neck.

"Am I?" Galadriel mumbled, a shiver running down her spine as Albedo spread her legs. This allowed Albedo to position her newly gained tool just near Galadriel's private entrance. The realisation struck Galadriel that Albedo was a level 100 Succubus demon, and she couldn't help but recognise the sheer deviousness, lustfulness, and greed that defined Albedo. Perhaps Galadriel needed a reminder or a punishment.

"Galadriel, you're going to always be my little whore," Albedo then forced her way inside Galadriel, and the poor demon empress appeared to be taken by surprise by the sheer size of it.

I think...! I think I am going to be fucked a lot from now on!

Galadriel had to admit, she deserved it. Multiple times, she had brought it upon herself. However, she was relieved that all her plans would soon be realised. She just hoped that nothing would occur to push her to act out of desperation.

After all, she could control Robert and Rhaegar and their reactions. Or so she thought.

On King's Landing, King Aerys was madly biting his nails as he lay alone in his room, away from everyone but his shadow. His mind was lost in what he had seen so far; those wolves hunted his dreams, but more than fear, they brought him joy and hunger.

"The blood of those wolves, it is ancient and imbued with magic," Aerys was well aware of the necessary steps he must take to revive the long-lost dragons, the cherished symbol of his family's might and the wellspring of their power. He could not passively watch his lineage decay. No, Aerys adamantly refused to allow their demise.

However, there was something he needed to achieve first before anything else happened. "I need that girl, her blood, her family blood."

Aerys then smiled when an idea came to him, a way to lure the girl to him. "A dragon can never bow to a wolf," Aerys chuckled loudly, revelling in his own words. "Yet, a wolf's head makes for a satisfying dragon's feast!"

Little did anyone know that Aerys's plan would not only unleash chaos upon Westeros but surprisingly align with Galadriel's own agenda. Yet, Aerys's madness would also bring chaos to Galadriel's plans.

After all, a hard lesson Galadriel had to learn was that plans could go awry at any time.