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Chapter 41
Galadriel remained motionless, her eyes filled with pure joy as she gazed upon the majestic throne before her. It was a sight she had yearned for, one that surpassed even the vividness of her dreams. A profound sense of relief engulfed her as her fingertips brushed against the sacred seat of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. In her mind, there existed no other throne worthy of her presence, one that held such immense significance.
"Finally, after such a long time, I am home," Galadriel whispered as she took her time to enjoy the fresh scent of the throne hall before slowly sitting in her rightful place. "Defiantly, better than the Iron Throne."
"My lady, is everything alright?" Albedo swiftly inquired, her eyes locked with Galadriel's, betraying a concealed surprise. Galadriel was still reeling from the shock of seeing the succubus alive and remarkably endowed in ways she had never imagined. Throughout her life, Galadriel has encountered many beautiful women. Arianne, Margaery, and Mya were all stunning to behold. Even her beloved mother, Cersei, possessed a captivating beauty. However, if Albedo were to stand alongside them, the succubus would effortlessly surpass them all, leaving them in the shadows of her allure.
Galadriel also remembered that she had adjusted Albedo's settings, resulting in Albedo expressing her heartbreak and practically crying out when Galadriel arrived at Nazarick. It was indeed a surprising revelation. However, it made Galadriel realise that Nazarick truly existed and that all the guardians and residents of the guild possessed their own unique personalities. This was something she had already anticipated, considering that she was already acquainted with some of the guardians.
Still, Galadriel realised that she was also their leader, and they now expected her to lead them and act as a fitting ruler for all of them.
I'm glad I was prepared for this. Besides, leading Westeros is different from being the Guild master. Here, I don't have to pretend to be a feeble ruler, which is good.
"Albedo, there's nothing wrong. I was overcome with nostalgia for being here after such a long time. It's been nearly 19 years for me in this peculiar world, away from all of this. Remembering Nazarick, strolling through these corridors brings me immense joy and nostalgia," Galadriel said, her smile radiating, while Albedo let out a contented sigh.
"We're happy to have you here, my lady. We feared—" Albedo murmured softly, her voice tinged with a hint of fear that Galadriel might vanish at any moment. Galadriel let out a sigh before rising to her feet, moving towards the succubus demon, and gently grasping her hips. With a tender gesture, she pressed her lips against Albedo's, eliciting a surprised and joyful squeal from her as she savoured the touch of her beloved lady's lips.
Galadriel had embraced her sexuality and no longer considered herself a virgin. She found pleasure in the act of sex. However, she realised that her actions were motivated more by a desire to comfort Albedo rather than for her own personal gratification. Albedo appeared to be experiencing a mix of fear and anxiety despite only having been separated from them for a short time, as Demiurge had reassured her. Galadriel acknowledged that Albedo's reaction might be seen as overly dramatic, but she understood the fear and loneliness that come from feeling left behind. It was a painful and frightening experience. That's why Galadriel made the decision to show affection to the succubus.
After all, Galadriel had a responsibility to her, thanks to the setting changes.
"Ah~ my lady!" Albedo muttered, blushing, as she felt Galadriel's hand firmly grabbing her hips.
"Is this real enough for you, my dear?" Galadriel asked with a smile. "I am not leaving. Not again."
Galadriel couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she watched Albedo's face flush bright red. She found it quite amusing. However, her attention quickly shifted to the arrival of some new members of Nazarick. To her surprise, it was none other than the guardians and the Pleiades. Lupusregina seemed absolutely thrilled to see her sisters, so much so that she couldn't help but cry ugly tears as she tightly embraced Yuri.
Galadriel smiled as she saw all her friends' creations speaking to each other. It was quite surreal to see. It was as if they were with her again, or at least a part of them.
Galadriel took her time to gather all of them closely, and she soon saw Pandora's actor walking towards her.
Galadriel turned to Pandora's Actor and inquired, "I hope everything is alright?". As soon as they arrived in Nazarick, he sought permission to visit the treasury. It was a desire he couldn't resist, and furthermore, Galadriel was eager to confirm if all her belongings were still there—they would be essential in the days to come.
"It is all where it should be, my lady," Pandora's Actor replied. "However, I do wish to have more time to clean the dust and conduct a thorough inventory of all the items."
"Of course, but first, let us start with this meeting," Galadriel said before looking at her servants. "My guardians. My servants."
Galadriel addressed the group, instantly capturing their undivided attention. She gracefully made her way to the throne and took a seat, feeling a rush of power that exceeded anything the Iron Throne could offer. A smile graced her lips as she witnessed the guardians and Pleiades promptly dropping to their knees in reverence. Galadriel savoured the feeling of commanding strength and control, allowing herself to luxuriate in the moment.
"I understand that there is a lot that we need to discuss, particularly regarding the reasons for our presence here and the events that have transpired in my world over the past few years. There is an abundance of topics to cover, but before we delve into them," Galadriel paused, taking a deep breath. Her eyes, radiant with a golden glow, emanated a sense of immense power as she released a portion of it. It felt akin to finally exhaling after a prolonged period submerged underwater. The necessity of concealing her abilities through various means and artefacts had burdened her as if she carried a weight upon her shoulders. Consequently, the liberation of her power made her feel weightless and formidable. The effect was palpable, evident in the trembling bodies of both the guardians and the Pleiades, who were profoundly affected by the sheer potency of their lady.
"Are my subjects still loyal to me?" Galadriel asked, using that voice only an empress would have. One that she would soon use in Westeros and beyond.
"I, Cocytus, the guardian of the fifth floor, am ready to serve you, my lady," declared Cocytus with great fervour.
"Guardian of the seventh floor, I am at your command, my lady," Demiurge said, his usual smirk playing on his lips as if he harboured a secret plot. Galadriel wasn't entirely certain, but she decided against probing further.
"Guardian of the first, second, and third floors, I am always at your service, my beloved lady!" Shalltear exclaimed with a sense of fulfilment. She had returned to her post and ensured that all three floors were in impeccable condition.
"Guardian of the sixth floor, I am at your command, my lady!" Aura declared, her eyes sparkling with youthful energy. Galadriel was so taken aback by the adorable little dark elf that she nearly leapt forward to embrace and pet her.
"Same here! I'm the guardian of the sixth floor, ready to serve at your command," Mare said, his face showing a hint of nervousness as he stuttered slightly.
Goodness! Those two are adorable! Bukubukuchagama, thank you for creating them! Galadriel squealed in her mind as she kept her face calm and collected.
"All the guardians have reported in, and their overseer is also present, ready to serve you, my lady," Albedo declared with a serious tone of voice. Galadriel smiled, feeling content. She gave them one last glance before smirking at them.
"Good. There's a lot to discuss, a lot to plan," Galadriel smiled, as she was sure they were going to have a very long meeting.
Tywin sat in his office, as he often did, engrossed in writing letters and perusing reports from his network of spies in King's Landing. However, amidst these tasks, his thoughts invariably drifted back to his granddaughter's audacious scheme—the grand design aimed to unite the seven kingdoms under a single identity and rule. Tywin wholeheartedly believed it to be the most ambitious plan ever conceived. If anyone else had dared to pursue such a vision, he would have scoffed dismissively.
However, the mastermind behind these plans happened to be none other than his own flesh and blood—his own granddaughter. He had unwavering faith in her abilities, fully convinced that she could effortlessly accomplish the task at hand. And how could he not? After all, her very name alone had the power to make an entire kingdom revel in adoration. Such a level of influence was undeniably awe-inspiring, even if Tywin found it somewhat daunting. He was well aware that other esteemed lords had also started to recognise the immense sway the queen held over the masses. It was going beyond borders now; the people would follow their queen, their divine queen, anywhere.
There is no doubt that they would attempt to retain their power, as Galadriel had foretold. They would be left with no other option, as the masses would compel them to do so. And if all failed, Galadriel had other ways to do it, and some of them were so harsh and intimidating that they made Tywin proud that her granddaughter had some Lannister blood in her.
Tywin could finally sense that his legacy was on the verge of being fulfilled. He could almost envision it, the resounding echo of the Lannister name throughout the annals of history. However, there remained a lingering possibility that someone could disrupt all their carefully laid plans. Tywin pondered this as he caught a glimpse of Cersei entering his chambers, her countenance displaying an uncharacteristically gentle and innocent expression. It was the very look she always employed when she desired something from him. Tywin was all too familiar with this tactic.
"Father, I hope I'm not interrupting," Cersei said, flashing a smile as she gracefully approached the table where the wine was placed. Being a dutiful daughter, she poured some wine for her father before filling her own cup. Tywin let out a deep sigh, then took a sip from his own cup.
"I can offer a few minutes, depending on what you're looking for," Tywin drawled. He noticed Cersei's smile falter slightly before she returned to her usual self. "Are you here perhaps, trying to get our Tommen, or Myrcella, out of their marriage? Or perhaps… yours?"
Cersei's jaw tightened as she took a sip of her wine. "No, Father, I completely understand the necessity of these marriages. Tommen and Shireen are still too young to be wed, so we will not see that happen for a few more years. However, Myrcella is now a young woman—not that I have any knowledge of her whereabouts since Tyrion sent her away. But I do understand, father. I comprehend it all."
Tywin noticed the spite in Cersei's voice. Still, he could notice something behind her green eyes. Cersei was definitely plotting something.
I will need to keep an eye out for her. Tywin thought as he leaned on his chair. "So, what are you here?" He asked as Cersei glanced at him.
"What are Galadriel's plans? What is she going to announce?" Cersei cut to the chase, causing Tywin to snort. At least she was quick with her questions.
"What makes you believe that I know?" Tywin asked.
"Her enthusiasm for the upcoming announcement speaks volumes, wouldn't you agree? I imagine she wouldn't be so eager if you hadn't given your approval beforehand," Cersei remarked, catching Tywin off guard with her keen understanding of their child. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so surprised; after all, Cersei had a remarkable capacity for shrewdness and insight when she chose to wield it.
"I understand; you know your daughter well. Indeed, I'm quite familiar with her plans," Tywin responded, a glint of intrigue in his eyes as he took another sip. "I've been offering her guidance on what lies ahead, helping her navigate the complexities of what's to come."
Cersei nodded, although Tywin declined to provide further details. However, Cersei remained still, observing him with her captivating green eyes. "I understand. You desire to be fully informed," Tywin expressed impatience.
"Of course, father. That's what you taught us: to not trust other people but only ourselves. My daughter trusted you because you're her grandfather—"
"And the Hand of the Queen," Tywin interrupted Cersei, who coughed slightly.
"Yes, that's why it's crucial for you to be aware of her plans," Cersei inquired, with a frown forming on her face as she glanced at her father, Tywin. After a brief moment of contemplation, Tywin rose from his seat. Cersei's curiosity peaked as Tywin produced a sizable sheet of paper, which bore the words "Constitution of the Westerosi Empire." Unable to tear her eyes away, Cersei scanned the document, discovering numerous new laws and unfamiliar terms, such as "amendments", that were previously unknown to her.
"The queen's plan is to unite the Seven Kingdoms into a single entity—an empire—making her the highest form of authority, the empress," Tywin declared. It took Cersei a few minutes to gather herself and find her voice as this revelation shook her.
"H-how will this work? Will the great houses even allow this?" Cersei muttered as she glanced at her father.
"There will be compromises," Tywin stated as he settled into his seat, taking a sip of wine. "The great houses will never depart, but it is time for change. We shall establish a senate, where the noble houses will not only have a voice but also the authority to draft new laws and amendments. These will then be presented to the empress, along with a few other rights and privileges."
"But she will have the ultimate say whether these new laws pass, right?" Cersei asked as Tywin nodded. "Which means that Galadriel, as an empress, will reign with absolute power."
"Yes. There are a lot of changes to do still; this is but a draft we are working on—making it essential and an iron grip. But yes, this will happen," Tywin answered.
Cersei simply nodded, taking a generous sip of her wine. "I understand... now, I can see her enthusiasm, but how would she convince the noble houses to support this constitution?"
Tywin gazed at Cersei for a brief moment before responding, "They will not have a choice."
The days that followed were a blur, and it seemed like peace had gradually settled in. However, everyone could easily notice the queen's incredible demeanour—she was happy, brimming with energy, and friendly towards everyone. It was as if something extraordinary had occurred, causing her immense joy. Witnessing her happiness was almost contagious.
Galadriel was overjoyed to have Nazarick finally back. It felt as though a missing part of her had returned. Having them with her again brought her complete and utter joy, as if her friends had returned and they were embarking on a new adventure together. While she knew it wasn't actually them but rather their creations, it felt almost the same to Galadriel.
However, Galadriel couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside her, like that of a young girl receiving a brand-new gift.
It was also a fact that Galadriel had slept with Albedo on the first day they arrived. After hearing about Galadriel's conquests, the succubus wanted to show that she was the only one who truly loved and could completely satisfy her. And she proved it in just one night—a night filled with passion and intimacy.
No matter how much Galadriel loved her little pet, Mya simply couldn't compare to Albedo in any aspect. Whenever Galadriel slept with Mya, she had to be cautious and hold on tightly. After all, Mya was a human, albeit a powerful one. It was challenging for Galadriel, as she constantly worried about accidentally hurting Mya or causing a bone to break. While Galadriel could achieve orgasm with Mya, she could never truly feel satisfied or experience a truly intense climax.
However, when it came to Albedo, all of those inhibitions were thrown aside. Galadriel could freely express her desires, whether it be through screams or tears, knowing that Albedo could handle it all and was even physically stronger than her. This was the crucial point. Despite Galadriel's esteemed title as a Demon Empress, which commanded utmost respect, she enjoyed being the complete opposite in the bedroom. She relished in having to plead for more, to beg for mercy, as her climax was deliberately withheld. In bed, she revelled in being submissive, taking on the role of the bottom. This allowed her mind to escape the burdens of everyday life, granting Galadriel a sense of liberation. Ultimately, this was what intimacy meant to her.
Mya, despite being a dominant top, didn't possess the same level of capability as Albedo. She couldn't match Albedo's true authority or power. Additionally, Mya only knew the version of Galadriel that was shown to her, unlike Albedo.
Galadriel supposed it was a good thing at the end. Still, she guessed that Albedo's skills in bed were also the reason for her good mod.
"Your grace, it seems you're in such a cheerful disposition," Galadriel responded, pulling herself out of her reverie and casting a quick glance at Margaery. They were all gathered in a splendid garden, enjoying a light meal and engaging in conversation about various topics that Galadriel had momentarily forgotten about.
"Oh, yes, I am," Galadriel replied, flashing a smile while delicately nibbling on her cake. "The war has finally come to an end, so I am truly content to finally have some peace of mind."
"I do agree, your grace. Even though it hasn't been—what? Not even three years, it did feel like a decade," Arianne replied.
"So many wars in such a short amount of time. One can only hope things get peaceful from now on," Margaery added with a smile.
Galadriel almost wanted to laugh. True, there won't be many conflicts to come, but saying they were not more was a huge understatement, especially with everything going all the way north. Lupusregina has told her that very soon, the Wildings would attack Castle Black, and if she was right, they would fall against them if they did not have reinforcements.
I have already sent a letter to Robb Stark, and I believe it should be enough to handle them, given the amount of animosity among them. Galadriel pondered on the ultimate goal of the Freefolk, as they called themselves. Surely, they don't expect to freely pass through the South. That would be foolish. However, she has witnessed even more foolish things before.
I'll have to handle this myself. Galadriel thought as she was quite excited to visit the North again.
"In any case, tomorrow is going to be a significant day, and I plan on savouring every moment of it," Galadriel said with a smile before her attention was drawn to an unexpected interruption during their meal. Arianne and Margaery turned their heads towards the door, where Brienne and Mya stood, accompanied by the Stark's daughters, Sansa and Arya. Yet, Galadriel also noticed Petyr Baelish looking quite smug at her.
Littlefinger, what brings you from the Vale? Have you finished segmenting your control there already? Galadriel wondered with a hint of amusement, unable to contain her curiosity. Rising from her seat, she approached them. The Queensguard, stationed nearby in the garden, carefully watched Baelish's every move, fully aware that he wouldn't dare to be so foolish.
"Your grace," Baelish said, bowing in a dramatic gesture to her. "Late congratulations on your victory against the Blackfyre pretender. May you know peace for now."
"Thank you, Lord Bealish, for your kind words. You've always been a true friend of the crown and a confidant of mine," Galadriel said, knowing those words would inflate Baelish's ego even more. She could even see it now, those eyes of him, shining with lust, not for her, but for the power she held. Although, Baelish would say no to having a chance to bed her. Still, Baelish, however, would have to remember that if he gets closer to the sun, he may end up burned.
"Your grace, if I may, I believe you are acquainted with Sansa and Arya Stark," Baelish spoke up as soon as the two Stark girls seemed to be rather bewildered by their presence there. Sansa promptly offered a graceful bow, her demeanour displaying a hint of nerves. On the other hand, Arya, always the wild wolf she was, frowned in response.
"It's true that you can fly now?" Arya blurted out, much to Sansa's dismay.
"Arya!" Sansa hissed.
Galadriel only chuckled loudly. "That's true. Yes, I can indeed fly. However, my mother has advised me not to do it. At least not, if necessary."
"Are you grounded? You're the queen," Arya stuttered, causing now a large chuckle from Jaime.
"And she is my beloved mother," Galadriel replied with a smile. "Sometimes, not even the crown can alter that fact. But please, join us and take a seat. I am certain there is much we can discuss. Lord Baelish, I presume you have come to meet either my mother or my grandfather."
Galadriel pointed out, as Baelish could not help but smile.
"I do indeed have a meeting with both," Baelish stated. "I assure Lady Stark that I will look after her daughters in her absence. However, I had other matters to attend to, as you know. Therefore, who would be more suitable to protect the Stark's girl than the queen herself?"
Galadriel arched an eyebrow, her gaze fixed on Baelish. You spent quite a considerable amount of time in the Vale, neglecting your responsibilities to them. She remarked in her mind. You certainly possess a knack for deception, Baelish. It is rather entertaining to engage with you. Galadriel thought to herself, a smile playing on her lips as she reciprocated his gaze.
"Well, I will not take more of your time, especially if you have a meeting with both of them," Galadriel said as Baelish bowed before leaving them.
Galadriel then looked at both Stark girls and led them to sit down. "Please, accompany us."
Sansa gracefully took her seat, embodying the poise of a true lady. Despite her composed demeanour, she appeared visibly anxious. Meanwhile, Arya found herself unable to tear her gaze away from Galadriel's magnificent wings, among other captivating aspects.
"So, how has your stay at the Red Keep been so far?" Galadriel gently asked.
"Well, your grace, it has been—"
"How can you sleep with those wings?" Arya blurted out once more, depriving Sansa of any opportunity to respond. Once again, the eldest daughter of House Stark was overcome with embarrassment. "I mean, seriously, how do you manage to sleep with them? And do you ever wash them? Do you feel anything when someone touches them?"
Galadriel fixed her gaze on the young girl, a smile forming on her lips before erupting into a hearty laugh. "Ah, now I understand why my grandfather was fond of you," Galadriel remarked, her eyes briefly shifting towards Jaime, who watched the exchange with amusement. "It appears that you possess a remarkable directness in your inquiries, Lady Stark."
"I am not a lady," Arya replied quickly.
"Arya!" Sansa hissed desperately.
"I like this girl," Arianne added with a teasing smile. "We truly need this type of people here. It makes it less stale."
"Indeed," Margaery said.
"Arya, to address your queries, my wings possess remarkable flexibility. Sleeping without any issues is not a problem for me. Moreover, I make sure to brush them every day. Although I require some assistance for this task, it usually takes about an hour, but I ensure they are properly cleaned. Additionally, I must mention that I am not particularly fond of having others touch my wings as they tend to be quite sensitive. I do hope this answers your question," Galadriel said as Arya looked at her with a big smile.
"I knew it!" Arya whispered.
"I apologise, your grace! My sister, she—!" Sansa hastily responded, her words stumbling over each other. Nevertheless, Galadriel was fully cognisant of Sansa's profound trauma from enduring Joffrey's torment. She sympathised with the young girl, knowing that she will wed her uncle if all goes as intended.
With that in mind, Galadriel grabbed Sansa's hand, softly caressing it.
"Hey, it's alright. It's nothing to be concerned with. I am having quite a lot of fun," Galadriel said as Sansa felt the warmth of her hand and began to calm down. "It's hard to say this, but you are not in danger here. I am not my brother."
Sansa glanced at Galadriel as her lips quivered for a few seconds before relaxing. "Yes—I know, thank you, your grace."
"Thank the gods, he was a cunt," Arya muttered, feeling a sense of frustration. Sansa, in response, brought her hands to her face, desperately wishing she could disappear. Galadriel, observing the scene, briefly glanced at her uncle Jaime, who let out a tired and heavy sigh. Arya was undeniably courageous, but sometimes her actions seemed foolish.
However, the Hound could only chuckle to himself because he knew that the girl was right.
"You're quite amusing, Arya," Galadriel remarked with a smile. Aryan caught her eye and then glanced at Brienne and Mya. Arya's jaw clenched as she locked eyes with the queen.
"I can offer you more than just amusement! I have the ability to fight!" Arya exclaimed enthusiastically as she rose from the table. "You have the power to train me. I can become a knight!"
Galadriel found herself simply staring at Arya, captivated by the fiery spirit that seemed to emanate from her. She had always heard tales of Arya's untamed nature, as Ned Stark had shared with her, but witnessing it firsthand was something else entirely. It was truly remarkable to think that Arya had managed to survive on her own for such a considerable length of time. Such a feat would have been quite a challenge for anyone, let alone a young girl.
Still, it was not like she could simply take Arya under her wing just because the young girl said it. Or couldn't she?
"She has the spirit," Mya murmured while Brienne couldn't help but let out a loud snort. However, it wasn't meant to be mocking; rather, it was a display of amusement and genuine joy at witnessing a young girl's attempt to become a knight.
"Well, she did survive at Harrenhall; that's something," Galadriel said as she glanced at Ser Barristan, who could already see his queen's thoughts. "We are training the new royal guard, a few—hundred men, right?"
"Yes, your grace," Ser Barristan replied.
"I shall not appoint you as a squire to any of my queensguard, Arya Stark, but I will not hinder your participation in the exercises and training. If you desire to prove yourself, you must earn the respect of my guard," Galadriel declared firmly. Arya nervously swallowed as she observed the queensguard surrounding her.
"I am not afraid," Arya replied, filled with determination.
"I never say you were," Galadriel said, wondering if this girl would be a good investment in the future.
Author's note.
As many of you know, the White Wolf of Winterfell will end soon, with around 5 to 6 chapters more. The same goes with Overlord: The Demon Who Lived? My smut fanfiction. Once these two come to an end, with my what-if series of Harry Potter x Overlord. I'll have space for one story.
So, I am taking ideas for a new story. I am very open about it, you can check my already mention What if? series in my profile. To see if some of those story are interesting to you. Or if you have an idea for a crossover, of Harry Potter, GoT, House of the Dragon, Bleach or even Naruto, please let me know!
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