Notes:

Vaella Balearis: New original character, niece of Aelora Balaerys.

Doreah: the same character from the books and television series, but her story here will be very different.

This is a story based on the Game of Thrones books and TV series, but be warned, it's a very AU (Alternate Universe) story. If you're someone who doesn't enjoy a story that deviates a lot from canon, where certain characters may act out of character, or if you're not a fan of romance with a good amount of fluff, and a story that ultimately has a happy ending, then this may not be the right story for you.

Chapter 9

VALYRIA 288 AC, Six months before setting sail for Westeros

Aelora Balaerys, accompanied by her five-year-old niece, Vaella Balearis, and the other two members of the Triarchy, Balemond Aekylosh and Baesenarr Valitheos, entered the Targaryen manse. As they made their way through the grand halls, Aelora couldn't help but notice Vaella's excitement.

Vaella tugged at Aelora's sleeve, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Aunt Aelora, are we really going to see Daenerys and Alysanne? I can't wait to play with them!"

Aelora chuckled at Vaella's enthusiasm. "Yes, sweetie, we're going to see them. They've missed you too, I bet."

After leaving Vaella in the care of Ser Willem Darry, Aelora joined Balemond and Baesenarr in the meeting room where Elaena Targaryen and Jon Connington were waiting. They exchanged polite greetings before getting down to business.

One hour later, Aelora Balaerys, Balemond Aekylosh, Baesenarr Valitheos, and Elaena Targaryen were engrossed in their discussion with Jon Connington. They carefully examined a spread-out map of the northern region of Westeros, along with blueprints of two properties, their minds filled with intrigue and anticipation.

Pointing to different locations on the map, Jon Connington spoke with authority, "The two properties we acquired in White Harbor and Mole's Town two years ago have been renovated and are currently occupied by the merchants and their families, who will act as your cover, Elaena."

Elaena asked eagerly, "Does that mean they included the construction of the room with the specifications I requested?"

Jon Connington confirmed, "Yes, it's located in the least visible part of the house, hidden behind a false wall."

Observing the shared concern on the faces of Balemond, Baesenarr, and Elaena, Aelora couldn't contain her curiosity and asked Jon, "Do you think this magister and merchant from Pentos, who was the one who found these families for the journey, suspect where the money comes from?"

"Illyrio Mopatis is no fool," replied Jon Connington. "I wouldn't be surprised if he harbors suspicions that the money comes from Valyria." Taking a moment to gauge the reactions of those present, he continued, "He, like the rest of the inhabitants of the Free Cities, is apprehensive about Valyria's apparent lack of action outside the peninsula in the last five years."

Baesenarr Valitheos smirked and said, "The calm before the storm." Laughter rippled through the room. Those present at the meeting knew that with the speed at which ships were being constructed in Valyria, the migration to Numenor would happen much sooner than anticipated, and the reconquest of the ancient colonies was just a matter of time.

Jon proceeded, "As I mentioned, Illyrio is far from naive. By engaging in these business deals, he undoubtedly seeks to establish good relations and secure a favorable position when Valyria finally acts beyond the peninsula."

Furthermore, Illyrio Mopatis, delighted with the payment he received, went above and beyond to show his appreciation. He even offered me a Lyseni slave little girl named Doreah as a gift, free of charge."

Aelora, who was aware of Jon Connington's stance on slavery, couldn't help but inquire, "Did you accept the girl, Jon?"

"Initially, my lady, I did not," Jon replied, noticing the sparkle in Aelora's eyes. "But when I saw the fear in her eyes and realized that her fate would have been a pleasure house, I couldn't turn a blind eye." He paused, his mind briefly drifting back to the haunting image of the frightened girl, and continued, "Currently, she is in Mole's Town, one of the individuals eagerly awaiting your arrival, Elaena."

"Speaking of the people already settled in White Harbor and Mole's Town," Aelora interjected, her gaze fixed on Jon. "Tell me, Jon, how difficult was the negotiation with those two Lysene families to convince them to travel to the North of Westeros?"

Jon paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing, "It was challenging, my lady," Jon began, his voice tinged with a mix of determination and reflection.

"While Illyrio Mopatis introduced me to the families who were potential candidates for the journey, it was my responsibility to negotiate with them."

He fell silent, his mind drifting back to the intense negotiations that had taken place. The room was filled with anticipation as everyone hung on his next words.

"When they first learned of their destination—the North of Westeros—they were apprehensive. The unfamiliarity of the land, its harsh climate, and the stark differences from their home in Lys cast a shadow of doubt in their minds. However, I was able to persuade them with an offer they couldn't refuse."

Elaena, intrigued, asked, "What offer did you present to them?"

"My lady Elaena, money makes the world go round," explained Jon Connington. "When they saw the amount of money that was offered to them, along with all transportation expenses already covered, and the additional profits they would gain exclusively for themselves, with the only condition being to attend to your needs upon your arrival, they accepted immediately. I'm certain they didn't expect such an offer and that amount of money."

Jon Connington paused, his mind momentarily transported back to the meetings he had held with the families from Lys. The memory of their conversations, filled with doubts and concerns, lingered in his thoughts. With a deep breath, he continued

"Furthermore, both families had another compelling reason to accept. They were on the verge of ruin, burdened by debts to creditors that put them at risk of becoming slaves. The weight of their financial predicament made them vulnerable, and the offer provided a lifeline, saving them from the brink of enslavement"

After hours of deliberation, the meeting finally drew to a close. Elaena, now nestled in her chamber, found herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Excitement and trepidation intertwined within her, like a dance of flickering flames. With each passing moment, the pieces of their intricate plan fell into place. She envisioned the trials and tribulations that awaited her. But she also saw the potential for alliances to be forged.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Elaena sank deeper into the embrace of slumber.

Valyria, 288 AC, Two months before setting sail for Westeros

Elaena Targaryen stood alongside Viserys and Rhaenys, their eyes fixed upon the Targaryen family altar adorned with candles symbolizing life and death. Viserys, now twelve, and Rhaenys, eight, gazed at the flickering flames with a mix of curiosity and reverence.

Elaena's heart swelled with joy as she noticed the transformation of Viserys' candle. Four years ago, its flame emitted an unsettling color, but now it burned with a normal hue. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in Viserys, who had grown from a fearful child into a confident individual.

"My dear Viserys," Elaena began, her tone filled with warmth. "I am delighted to see how you have grown and found strength within your heart."

Viserys smiled slightly and asked, "Do you think we'll find our lost relative, Aunt Ely?" His eyes remained fixed on the candle that once emanated an unsettling coldness.

"Of course, Vis," Elaena replied, offering a reassuring smile. However, inwardly, a pang of sadness lingered. For four years, they had received no news indicating the presence of a Targaryen child in Essos or Westeros.

Elaena, aware of the weight of her forthcoming words, spoke solemnly. "Viserys, Rhaenys, I have gathered you here because there is something important that I must tell you. In two months, I will embark on my journey to Westeros. Aelora Balearis, Jon Connington, and Ser Willem Darry will stay as your caretakers. As the eldest among all the children, I ask that you take on the responsibility of caring for the others."

Viserys looked at Elaena with admiration and respect, recognizing her strength and wisdom. Nodding solemnly, he replied, "Aunt Elaena, I have always admired your courage and wisdom. I will do my utmost to take care of Aegon, Rhaenys, Daenerys, and Alysanne in your absence. You can trust me."

Elaena acknowledged Viserys' commitment with a nod. "I know you will be brave and compassionate, Viserys. Never forget who you are and where you come from. Keep our heritage alive and defend our family's values."

Rhaenys, with her innocent curiosity, spoke up, "Aunt Ely, will you always be here with us?"

Elaena's expression softened as she pulled both children into a warm embrace. "My dear ones, I cannot predict how long my absence will be. But no matter where I am, know that my love for you both will never waver. Remember the lessons I have taught you, and let them guide you in my absence."

Viserys and Rhaenys held onto Elaena tightly, cherishing every moment with their beloved aunt, knowing that her presence would soon be missed.

Valyria, 288 AC, Ten days before setting sail for Westeros

In the courtyard, the sound of swords clashing filled the air as Elaena Targaryen and Jon Connington engaged in a training session. Their movements were fluid and precise, a testament to the countless hours spent honing their skills. Elaena's progress in swordsmanship had surpassed all expectations, and under Jon's tutelage, she had become a formidable warrior.

As the training session came to an end, Elaena wiped the sweat from her brow and exchanged a knowing look with Jon.

"Elaena, your progress in swordsmanship has been exceptional," Jon commended in Westerosi, his voice laced with pride. "Your dedication and talent are truly remarkable."

Elaena smiled, gratitude shining in her eyes. "I owe much of my improvement to your guidance, Jon. Your expertise and patience have been invaluable to me."

Jon nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "You have developed into a skilled swordsman, Elaena. While you may not possess the mastery of legendary fighters like The Sword of the Morning, Arthur Dayne, or other renowned warriors of Westeros' past, your current prowess in the art of the sword is already commendable."

Jon's gaze softened, his voice filled with admiration. "But it's not just your swordsmanship that has flourished. Your understanding of the Westerosi language has also improved significantly. You now speak it with fluency and eloquence."

As Jon spoke, a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. "Elaena, there's something I want to show you. Please wait here for a moment."

He called over a few servants, and they entered carrying a bundle of clothing. Curiosity flickered in Elaena's eyes as she observed the garments. They were made of fur and other materials, different from what she was accustomed to.

"These are the attire worn by women in the North of Westeros," Jon explained. "I had them specially procured from merchants in Volantis. I thought it would be fitting for you to have a taste of the northern style before your journey."

Elaena's eyes gleamed with excitement and gratitude. And as she caressed the fur of a black coat, she said, "Thank you, Jon. These clothes are exquisite. I will treasure them."

Valyria, 288 AC, One day before setting sail for Westeros

Elaena had just arrived at the mansion, and as she was about to enter her private quarters, she heard small sobs coming from inside the room. Worried, she entered and found young Daenerys standing there, tears streaming down her face. Daenerys looked up with watery eyes as Elaena approached her.

"Aunty Elaena," Daenerys sniffled, her voice trembling. "It hurts."

Elaena knelt down, her heart breaking for her young niece. She reached out and embraced her, comforting her gently. "Oh, my sweet Dany, what's wrong? Why does it hurt?"

Daenerys hiccuped, struggling to find the words. "I miss him, aunty. The boy who plays in the snow."

Elaena's brow furrowed in confusion. "Who is this boy, my dear? Can you show me?" she asked softly.

Daenerys, with teary eyes, pointed towards the flickering candle that emitted a cold, icy glow.

Elaena's eyes widened in amazement, trying to understand. "You can feel him? Tell me more, Dany."

Daenerys nodded, her voice soft and childlike. "When I close my eyes, I see him. We laugh and play together. But he's not here. He's far away."

Perplexed, Elaena felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized the significance of Daenerys' words. It was as if Daenerys' innocent heart could sense the presence of her lost relative, who apparently was a boy.

Elaena hugged Daenerys tightly, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "You have a special connection, my little one. He must be watching over you, even from afar."

Daenerys looked up at Elaena, her innocent gaze seeking comfort. "Do you think so, aunty? That he's still here with me?"

Elaena smiled, brushing away a tear from Daenerys' cheek. "I truly believe it, my darling."

Daenerys yawned, exhaustion finally overtaking her. Elaena guided her to the bed, tucking her in gently. "Rest now, my brave little girl. Dream of snow-filled adventures."

A tear rolled down Elaena's cheek as she exited Daenerys' room. "I will find him, Dany, I promise," she whispered to herself.

Day of the journey 288 AC

Elaena, accompanied by Jon Connington and Ser Willem Darry, made their way towards the bustling docks. A crowd had already gathered, eager to witness the momentous occasion. Among them were the representatives of the 40 dragonrider families, as expected, but Elaena's curiosity was piqued by the presence of five additional families who didn't belong to the esteemed group.

As they approached, Elaena's gaze fell upon the trio from the Triarchy: Aelora Balaerys, Balemond Aekylosh, and Baesenarr Valitheos. They stood before her, adorned in smiles, but it was Baesenarr who caught her attention. He proudly wore the full suit of Dragon Steel armor she had crafted and presented to him a month prior. Meeting his eyes, Elaena returned his smile, discreetly revealing the chain mail armor hidden beneath her garments. "I also have a full suit of body armor, reserved for dire emergencies," she whispered to him.

With all the participants gathered, Aelora Balaerys stepped forward, her voice carrying the weight of significance. "Dear colleagues of the Triarchy, esteemed members of the revered 40, and fellow compatriots," she began, her words resonating with conviction. She paused briefly, sweeping her gaze across the gathered crowd, keenly observing their reactions.

"We stand here today on what I dare call a momentous journey," Aelora declared, her voice resonating with determination. She emphasized each word, letting the weight of their meaning hang in the air. Again, she took a moment to study the faces before her, gauging the anticipation and excitement that filled the atmosphere.

"This voyage shall not only bear Elaena Targaryen to the shores of Westeros but also mark the inception of a new era for Valyria," she continued, her voice carrying a mixture of admiration and respect. Her eyes lingered on the audience, capturing the flickers of hope and courage that sparkled in their expressions.

"It is the inaugural migration to Numenor, where brave families have chosen to embark on a new chapter in their lives," Aelora revealed, her voice tinged with awe. Once more, her gaze swept across the audience, capturing the anticipation that hung in the air.

"And furthermore," Aelora's tone grew even more resolute, "it is the first long voyage undertaken by our newly designed ships, powered by revolutionary steam technology." She allowed her words to settle, watching as the significance of this achievement sank in, igniting a sense of awe and wonder among the onlookers.

With a final sweep of her gaze, Aelora continued, "Once Elaena is safely delivered to White Harbor, our ship shall set sail to Numenor, carrying the pioneers who have volunteered to embark on this historic migration." The weight of her statement settled upon the crowd, the magnitude of their collective undertaking palpable in the hushed silence that followed.

"With this groundbreaking technology, our ships can now traverse the seas at a staggering pace, five times faster than the old sail vessels of yesteryear," Aelora declared, her face radiant with pride. Shifting her gaze towards Elaena, she added, "Elaena, your dear brother Aenary and his family endured an arduous voyage of nearly 8 months to reach Dragonstone. However, with our estimations, we anticipate that you will arrive on the shores of White Harbor in a mere two months."

Pausing for a moment, Aelora turned her attention to the five unfamiliar families gathered before her. "Esteemed compatriots," she addressed them with a sense of unity, "as we embark on this historic journey, let it be known that the passage from White Harbor to Numenor, our next destination, shall encompass an additional month of adventure and discovery."

As she concluded, the crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers and applause, the magnitude of the occasion resonating within their very souls.

Observing this reaction, Jon Connington smiled and whispered into Elaena's ear, "I'm glad to see such a response from the attendees. I assisted Lady Aelora in crafting this speech."

After a suitable amount of time had passed, with the members of the 40 dragonrider families having departed and the five pioneer families already embarked on the ship, only the three members of the Triarchy remained on the dock with Elaena Targaryen, Jon Connington, and Willem Darry.

Elaena noticed with curiosity how Aelora Balaerys, standing beside Jon Connington, initially reached out timidly but then grew more confident, intertwining her hand with Jon's. Their hands melded together, and a sense of connection was palpable.

"Indeed, a new era for Valyria," Elaena thought, a slight smile forming on her lips as she noticed Balemond Aekylosh and Baesenarr Valitheos looking on with curiosity but remaining silent, while Ser Willem Darry appeared impassive.

Without releasing Jon Connington's hand, Aelora turned her gaze towards Elaena and cautioned, "Just be careful, Elaena. Try not to overstep with the use of advanced magic." Aelora observed her inquisitively, her grip on Jon's hand tightening slightly. "Remember, your mission is to uncover the type of magic that exists in the North of Westeros and the potential dangers that may lurk among those gods. We don't want unnecessary attention or too many curious eyes."

Listening attentively, Jon Connington interjected to complement Aelora's words. "Elaena, as far as Westeros knows, there was quite a nervousness about Valyria in the first two years, but currently, things have calmed down a bit," Jon shared. "They believe Valyria will be preoccupied in Essos for a long time. Let's allow them to continue thinking that."

Elaena nodded, understanding the importance of discretion and the need to navigate the intricate web of magic and politics with care. She was ready to embark on her journey, armed with knowledge, curiosity, and a determination to fulfill her mission.

As the ship set sail towards White Harbor, Elaena's thoughts turned to the mysteries that awaited her in the North, the ancient magic that whispered through the winds, and the unknown dangers that lurked in the shadows. She embraced her role as an explorer, a seeker of truths, and a guardian of Valyria's legacy.

Westeros 6 months later, King's Road 289 AC

Six months later, Elaena found herself riding a horse along the King's Road, a historic path that had been constructed over two centuries ago during the reign of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen. This knowledge filled her with a sense of pride as she journeyed alongside a wagon carrying her belongings, accompanied by a group of mercenaries providing security. Having spent three months in White Harbor, Elaena had taken the time to acclimate herself to her new surroundings.

As she rode, Elaena contemplated her impressions of Westeros. From the moment she had arrived, she had sensed the presence of magic in the air, although it differed from the magic she had known in Valyria. Valyrian magic was like raging fire, aggressive and expansive, while the magic in Westeros possessed a delicate subtlety, akin to the tranquil dance of snowflakes.

Elaena's observant gaze took in the land and its people, and she couldn't help but notice the raw, untamed nature of Westerosi society, contrasting starkly with the refined elegance of Valyria. The common folk toiled in hardships, their struggles surpassing even the humblest of Valyrian residents.

One piece of news that particularly caught her attention was the ongoing Greyjoy Rebellion, a conflict unknown to her until now. She pondered the implications of this rebellion and the political landscape she had yet to fully grasp in Westeros.

Lost in these contemplations, Elaena's eyes were drawn to a colossal structure emerging in the distant north. The mercenaries pointed it out with reverence, referring to it as "The Wall," while addressing Elaena as "my lady."

Elaena brought her steed to a halt, her gaze fixed upon the awe-inspiring sight as she contemplated how the structure seemed to have no beginning or end, extending as far as her eyes could see.

Lost in wonder, she whispered softly to herself, "The magic entwined within its construction is old, very old, full of memories, blood, and sadness."

At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder about the mysteries and dangers that lay beyond that colossal barrier.