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Chapter 9

The dragon lady named Hawke, but known in that world as Amell, the Dragon Lady, or the Red Emerald Dragon, stood still in the middle of the throne room, staring at the ugly chair made out of many, many blades. It was an awful thing, big and asymmetrical. Hawke couldn't comprehend how would anyone like to sit on that thing. It was just ugly. But she believed that nobles and kings always like to use impractical things in order to show everyone who was in control. Still, that throne was horrendous to look at. How do you even sit properly on that thing? Hawke wondered as she then looks around and saw the many people whispering behind her back.

Hawke scoffed internally, already used to the court intrigue and the many games they play. And well, she has no time to entertain them. She never had and never will put in a position in order to amuse them. The thought of it made her angry. And her magic reacted to her current mod. Around her, on her Draconian skin, everyone could see sparks of fire. It was clear the dragon woman was not enjoying her stay there.

Yet, what surprises her was the voice of a man who was approaching her. And while Hawke could see a hint of precaution in that man's eyes. She could also see something else.

Ah, those are Isabela's eyes. Those damn "I want to fuck you eyes". I have seen a lot before. Hawke groaned silently, as her face was still as cold as ever.

"So, your name is Amell?" The man with brown light skin said with a sultry voice.

"I never thought... I'll see a dragon in my life. And not only I have witnessed just that. But also, a dragon capable of transforming into a... lovely woman."

Hawke stared at him with hidden amusement. Yes, defiantly, those are Isabela's eyes. Hawke wanted to avoid any more problems, so she would just ignore them or fake unawareness. But if she couldn't, well, at least it would do good for her to not let things blow up more.

She was a dragon now, in any way. Hawke's feeling for humanity has changed without her realizing it. So, it was easier if she just acted that way.

"Lovely woman...? Does this form look like that?" Hawke said, faking ignorance.

But Hawke knew she was gorgeous, obviously. Yet, she doesn't want to show it.

The man looked quite taken aback by those words. It was ludicrous to hear that, coming from what, he could definitely say, was the most gorgeous living thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. The dragon lady had a body out of the world. Out of human reach. It was beyond perfect, in every single way. The hips, those deep green eyes, and the strange skin. He was in love. Yet, poor of him. Hawke was not remotely interested in him, or any man for that matter.

"Surely, you jest... my lady. Have you seen the reflection in the mirror? The grand and gorgeous view that lays upon you is but your own reflection."

Hawke wanted to cringe. He is cheesier than Isabela... well, not really. Hawke only stared at him, bemused. Yet, a bit indifferent.

"This body only serves me for talking with you... mortals. But I do not share the view of your mind. The way I look is completely irrelevant to me."

Hawke said, and she was surprised by how she sounded. It was as if she truly felt detached from the human side of her. Or maybe it was something else. After all, Hawke was still debating how long was she trapped in the veil. Perhaps decades, or hundreds of years. Maybe she doesn't have the time anymore to deal with that type of interaction.

Hawke then saw a woman she recognized. It was the queen. And next to her, it was the king. Hawke also noticed the sort of tense air around the girl she saved, Lyanna, and the queen. It was as if the queen was preoccupied with something. But truthfully, Hawke did not care enough to ask. Still, she hoped whatever it was. It would not cause problems in the future.

"Lady Amell... sorry for disturbing you, but we have... to clear things out. And lady Stark, wanted to see her brother first."

Rhaegar said with a tense voice, as he was between Lyanna and Elia. "As well as a witness."

"Witness, you say?"

Rhaegar coughed awkwardly at the glares of the dragon lady.

"If what happened was true... then, of course, lord Frey must make sure to explain himself. Although, it seems he has not taken part in any of it. Only some mutineers from his household, and nothing more."

Mutineers, you say? Hawke thought, not impressed.

Hawke then saw a man walking to the throne room all chained up. And guided by the gold cloaks. It was Lyanna's brother, Brandon. And he seemed rather quiet. Brandon saw then, the dragon lady was shocked by it. He truly believed nothing would impress him more anymore. But then again, he was wrong. Yet, his shock was suddenly interrupted by the stern voice of Tywin Lannister, who seemed rather bothered by the whole affair.

"Your grace, as we stand now. We do not have an idea where does, lord Robert Baratheon is. I advise caution."

"Varys," Rhaegar asked his spymaster, who was still trying to not look away from the dragon lady.

"My little birds have told me about Robert approaching Storm's ends by nightfall. And if things are as bad as we think. He may want to raise his Banner-man and march to King's Landing."

Rhaegar sighed deeply, already tired by the whole thing.

"It's a good thing we would not let that happen. We must clear things now."

Rhaegar said, as he sat down on the Iron Throne.

"Before anything. Lady Amell, did you... kill anyone else besides those Frey soldiers?" Rhaegar asked carefully, as everyone saw Hawke tilting her head as if she was trying to remember something else. Yet nothing came to her mind.

"No, at all. They were the only ones there."

Hawke replied, unbothered. Yet, she did notice the look of relief in the king's eyes. As well as the strained look on Brando's face, who seemed rather pleased to hear the news for some odd reason. Maybe it was the idea of some scums trying to hurt his little sister that angered him so, but regardless. He was still in trouble.

"Good. Lord Baratheon is quite the hot head. The type to act first, then think. I believe if we let everyone knows what took place. The noble house in the Stormlands will think twice. Giving us time to deal with Robert before it escalates."

Everyone seemed pleased to hear it. There was no reason for it to develop into something more. And, from what Hawke could see. The king, Rhaegar, was calm about the incident, or at least in a way that allowed him to act accordingly. Hawke felt at peace knowing that she had done what she must and nothing else would happen. There was no need for her to meddle with them anymore. If she was honest, Hawke wanted to leave now. She was still thinking about the magic of the world, about how different it was from Thedas. As well, the dreams she got. That strange dream. Hawke wanted to know more about it.

"Still, your grace. You can't allow your lords to disrespect the crown, otherwise it would make them believe you're not a king worthy to follow."

Tywin Lannister said, as Lyanna and Brandon stared at him with sharp eyes. "It's my fault, and my mistake. My father, my family, has nothing to do with it."

Brandon said, glaring at the lord of the Westerlands with irritation.

"That has yet to be determinate," Tywin said coldly.

"Of course, you'll say that, Lannister. You don't want everyone to look down on you, don't you? Guess what? Winter is coming, Lord Tywin, and it may come for you first."

Winter is coming? Hawke thought as she wondered why she felt the sensation of concern. Hawke wasn't sure, but she knew that her dream had something to do with that. And Hawke was a person who has learned in a bad way to always listen to her guts. It has saved her in the past. But she would have to wait until things were over.

"It's the king's justice."

"Or your justice, perhaps? Want to make sure everyone knows who is the true ruler, too? Like it was with the mad king?!"

"Brandon!"

Hawke seemed to miss when the argument started. As she was now wondering why there was such tension with the Stark and Lannister. Maybe they just don't like each other? Hawke thought.

"Please, Brandon... don't speak anymore," Lyanna hissed.

Brandon scoffed, not even at the sight of uncertainty. The oldest son of the Stark knew his attitude was generating more problems than solving the ones he has, but he just couldn't stop it. Brandon couldn't allow anyone to insult him or his family. It was impossible. The look of Tywin Lannister, as he keeps on talking to him, as if he was some sort of animal, like he was a wildling. It was maddening.

"You should listen to your sister. She may have some sense still, after the debacle at Harrenhal," Tywin said, as he practically mocked both of them there.

Lyanna could feel the slap on her face, camouflaged by the sneering of the Lion of the Rock.

"Enough, lord Tywin, that was uncalled for."

Rhaegar said with a stern voice, earning a rather stiff nod from the Hand of the King. But Rhaegar could also feel as if Tywin was insulting him, too. And it made Elia feel even more uncomfortable.

"This has nothing to do with Harrenhal, lord Tywin. And I am to dictate king's justice, lord Tywin. Not you, but me."

"Of course, your grace."

Tywin replied stoically. Hawke was now incredibly amused by the whole thing. It was not the first time she has been in the middle of an argument between a king and his counselors. And she could never get tired when she sees a king putting in place an annoying lord. It was quite the sight. But Hawke was also incredibly desperate about the outcome.

"Now, Brandon Stark, I know you came here in order to look out for your sister. And while I understand the reasoning behind your actions. It's still clear that you acted recklessly and put not only your life in danger, but the life of my men."

Rhaegar said Brandon stared at him without fear, yet he wondered what would be his punishment. Brandon, honestly, could say that if he was sent to the Night Watch. It wouldn't be that bad. He could do something with his life there. Brandon wasn't thrilled about being Lord of Winterfell at all. He just wanted to be free. And perhaps, being a member of the Night Watch, taking the black, could be a good thing overall. Yet, could prepare him for what the young king said to him, or, well, no one was prepared.

"And while tragic, it has come to this... I believe that all of this was perpetuated by a lack of knowledge of both sides. As well as the strange rumor that started. But no one died, or not yet. Your father is still recovering from what I heard. So, because of that, I came to the conclusion of realizing you."

Those words surprised Lyanna and Brandon. They at least expected more than that. Rhaegar nodded to Ser Barristan, who seemed to have a proud smile on his face, as he freed Brandon from his shackles.

"This is... not what I expected."

Brandon whispered as he looked up at Rhaegar, trying to find anything on the king's face that would explain such a decision.

"And why would you say that, Brandon Stark?" Rhaegar asked.

"Your father's reputation... was not good," Brandon said, earning a glare from Lyanna and some other nobles. It was mostly a could you shut up? Type of glare.

"I am not my father. Never will be. And I would not start my reign with executions or exiles to the Night Watch. At least not in this situation. Yet, I do hope you remember this mercy, for a better future for our families."

Hawke, who was only a witness, was not surprised by the king. She thought he was only a pretty face, but he has a good head over his shoulder. And he seems to realize to know what was more important for his kingdom, stability. That she could respect, but what Hawke was sensing was that few people didn't seem to share his views, or wanted the stability he wanted. Ah, interesting.

Brandon stared at him, and looking at Lyanna, he could only sigh.

"I thank you for your forgiveness... your grace."

"Worry do not... and I do apologize... for the insult... at Harrenhal. It should have not happened. I did not only insult my honor, but more importantly. I insulted my wife's honor. And so, I put lady Lyanna in a hard position. I am sorry," Rhaegar said, and now Brandon was looking at the king in a different light.

But more importantly, Elia was incredibly pleased by those words. It was meant to her, a way for Rhaegar to apologize to her in public. And she was happy that their relationship has found a better way than before. Elia now truly believes Rhaegar loved her, more than just his queen.

Lyanna felt a strange feeling of sadness and jealousy. She saw Elia, the queen, next to Rhaegar. And could the shine in her eyes. The love emanates from the queen. It was beautiful. Perhaps the envy came from the fact that Rhaegar was different. It wasn't because he was the king, but because he was an honorable man. Not at all, like Robert. The mere thought of Robert made her feel sick in the stomach. But she couldn't do anything else but sigh silently.

"Now, I doubt things would be hard to fix. This is just… a rather big misunderstanding. One, we can all work to solve it. But before that… lady Amell. I believe you could heal lady Stark? It's that part of your magic?" Rhaegar asked carefully.

Hawke could just say answer the questions with a simple Yes, but she was too arrogant to just say it. Hawke has learned to always showcase a sense of arrogance when talking about her magic. It was part of who she was. Maybe she was way over her head, but Hawke wanted to just look like a fabulous peacock. If Vivienne could do it, Hawke could do it better.

So, with that in mind, Hawke raised her hand slowly, almost lazily, and suddenly everyone saw a beam of light on her head. It was green, like a flame of fire or perhaps a cloud. The people there couldn't say, yet they knew whatever it was. It was dancing on the palm of the dragon. Hawke had a smug face as she play with the veilfire on her hand. It was a rather neat trick that she was glad to learn. Maybe spending so much time in the fade wasn't as bad as she thought. Hawke then clenched her hand, trying to look intimidating, or something.

I'll admit this is quite badass… Now, I know why the Iron Lady used to do this pose a lot.

Hawke smiled.

"My speciality was to protect and heal. It's what I do."

Those words rather impressed Lyanna. And while she was not happy to remember a certain thing about the attack. She knew that the Frey did a good one on her body. Not something that could be healed with one week of rest at all. So, hearing that, the dragon lady was partially a divinity being of healing, was outstanding. But as she was thinking of that, Lyanna quickly jumped to reach the dragon lady.

"Can you heal my father?!"

Lyanna asked desperately, and Hawke was a bit startled by how Lyanna was taking her hand. How the fuck did she move so fast? Hawke thought as she stared at where Lyanna was, to where she was currently standing.

"Please, I beg of you! Lady Amell! Save my father, I'll do anything you want…!"

Hawke only stopped the girl bawling with a sigh. "Enough, I'll do it. Don't worry, you don't have to offer anything to me."

Well, she is lucky she is pretty. But, I think it has to do with my habit of just going around and helping people. I guess the Fade didn't kill it after all. Mm, now that I think about it. The Inquisitor used to do the same thing. And so the Warden. They told me once that it was like the need to complete a quest. The feeling of just completing a task was rather gratifying. Uh, curious… it was the same thing with me. Well, whatever, let's just do it and end this. Besides, showing a bit of empathy can help me in the long run in order to calm some minds.

Hawke thought as she wondered if she could ask if she could read some books after today. There were a lot of things she wanted to know. Especially about the North, and the magic of the world.

Lyanna took a sigh of relief, as she was still slowly understanding the surrounding situation.

"I'll take care of lord Stark," Hawke said.

"Thank you," Lyanna said.

"Wait, a moment…! Y-your grace! I do not think it would be wise to allow… this thing to get close to lord Stark! What could have happened if she does something to him?"

The old Archmaester, Pycell, said with an urgent tone in his voice.

"This thing?" Hawke hissed, not liking the voice of the old man, whose smell remaindered her of that of a dying cat.

Why does my nose have to be so sensitive now? Hawke thought with disgust.

"I have taken care of lord Stark, and I can assure you, that he is not in danger! We can't trust… Magic, with the life of the lord!" Pycell said, almost without the same fake stuttering many people knew him for. Yet, Hawke would not be left to be walked all over.

Not this all magic is dangerous and evil all over again!

"And we can't trust… that thing!" Pycell said and then, everyone saw, how in a blink of an eye, like lightning. The dragon lady disappeared from where she was and appeared in front of the shocked Archmaester. The Dragon lady grabbed him by the neck and raised him from the ground up with her hand. She stared at him, furious. She didn't just travel from one world where magic was looked down upon to a point where it caused a war, just to end up in another world with a phobia against magic.

"Be careful in what you say, mortal… you're stepping on thin ice."

Hawke's voice sounded like a growl. A dangerous animal.

"Your gr-grace!"

Pycell squealed like a chicken as he was having a hard time breathing. But no one would put their neck in their line for him.

"A thing… you dare to call me a thing? You know… human flesh can be quite healthy," Hawke said while showing her long and sharp fangs and teeth. She was, of course, kidding. Hawke had no intention of eating human flesh, and if she ever does. She would not eat an old man with piss taints. It would be quite dangerous for her health. Yet, she was still angry. Hawke truly wanted to kill the old man. And it was rare for her to explode in such anger. She wondered if it has to do with her dragonic body. Or she was just simply angry.

"Lady Amell, please stop!" Rhaegar said, not really ordering her to do so. But mostly trying to calm things down.

Hawke scoffed as she released the old fool.

"You're lucky I don't particularly find you appetizing, old mortal. But don't you dare insult me again. Or you will find out that burning alive is a very painless way to die, comparing to what I can do to you."

Hawke then turned around to see the group of people afraid of what they saw.

"King Rhaegar… I'll heal Lord Stark, so we can deal with this problem faster. I doubt we should waste time here. I took part in the problem. So, I'll help."

Rhaegar felt Elia's hand on his. She was afraid, and honestly, he was too. But he had to be a king, even in the face of a dragon god.

"Yes… we should not waste time. Lord Varys, send letters to the Stormlands… explain everything. Leave nothing out. Ser Barristan, Ser Gerold, gather a small force. We are going to the Stormlands in order to calm things down."

The moment Rhaegar said those words. The entire room stood up.

"Your grace, please. Allow me to go in your name," Ser Barristan said.

"Ser Barristan is right, your grace. Robert is a brute, and even though we show him the evidence. He may act up. It's not safe for you to go," Ser Arthur said.

"Rhaegar… do you have to go?" Elia whispered.

Rhaegar stared at them and sighed.

"I am the king. I will not sit down and let people do everything. This is something I need to do. And I'll hear nothing more about it."

Rhaegar said, with a stern voice. The voice of a king. And everyone was surprised to hear him speak like that. However, it was still dangerous for everyone to lose the king. And while it was true that there was no need for him to go. Rhaegar had to do it, a proof perhaps. It was something he wanted to do. Perhaps, just to prove he was a king worthy of following. Or something else. But it was Hawke who was curious about it.

"You can have asked me to fly there, you know?" Hawke said, tilting her head. And everyone looked at her. It was not as she would obey him. But she was curious about why didn't the king ask her that. Surely a king would feel inclined to take the simple route. Hawke could do fly there and end everything. So, why did the king want to go instead?

"Aye, I could. But I won't. You're not a raven… you have done enough. Lady Amell, this is something I must do. I need to clear things out with lord Baratheon. And for Westeros to see that I will not shy away from solving problems myself."

Mm, I understand him. Well, I guess it's just a matter of time. And I can focus on other things now.

"Your grace… let me go with you," Brandon said.

"Brandon Stark… why would you want that?" Rhaegar asked, confused.

Brandon Stark did not want to admit it. But the actions he took embarrassed him. And not only that. He tarnished the honor of the North and the Stark family. So, he had to do something in order to try to solve it.

"Let me ride with you… I have shame myself and my family and the north. Let me go with you in order to clear my name."

Rhaegar took his time to see Brandon and sighed. He was sure a battle won't happen. Why would it? Maybe Robert was quite the temperamental man. But he was not an idiot. Robert won't start anything more than a spat at best. Besides, he wanted to stay away from Lyanna Stark. His heart was beating crazily at the sight of her. And he wanted to leave before he lose focus on himself. And the promise he made to Elia.

"Alright… but don't try to expect a battle."

"I won't."

Lyanna wanted to say something. She wanted to go with Brandon, to be with him and try to calm Robert down. He was his betrothed, after all. No matter how much she hated the word. Yet, she felt the eyes of Brandon on her and the queen. So, she remains quiet. But, with one look at Rhaegar. Her naïve and selfish heart flew to the skies again. She'll think of something.

"I'll stay with father… Brandon. And I'll try to write Ned," Lyanna said softly.

Brandon nodded, although surprised by his sister's attitude. Maybe riding with a dragon across the continent scared her. That would be gentle to say. But Lyanna was still a child, with dreams, and an irresponsible way to do things. She has not learned too much.

Hawke stared at the body of Lord Stark. She hummed, looking at the deep wounds on his chest and side. Two clean thrusts of a sword. A normal would have been killed a while ago. Or perhaps the knight who did those wounds really didn't want to kill him if he could. He has a fever and sweating a lot. The old fool… didn't close the wounds properly. It's very choppy. And… mm, could he have done it on purpose? Hawke wondered.

"How is my father?" Lyanna asked softly.

"His wounds are killing him. Your father has a fever, and they are not properly taken care of. He has lost a lot of blood. And the stitches weren't made with the intention of being closed."

Lyanna gulped, afraid. "Is he in pain?" She whispered.

"He is unconscious. But I think he was… truthfully. I don't think your father would have survived the night."

Lyanna was now alarmed, and Hawke chuckled. "Don't worry, he is going to be fine now."

Hawke waved her hand over Lord Stark's body. And focused on the surrounding magic, just like always. The green light covered Lyanna's body. And the only daughter watched, mesmerized at how the wounds seemed to close slowly. The wounds looked clean now. And for a few more minutes, Lyanna could only see the magic working.

"The air around… it feels… weird," Lyanna said.

"Oh… tell me, what do you feel?" Hawke asked as she kept on healing the Stark lord. She was taking her time. And while her magic was more powerful, when it comes to healing. Hawke was more meticulous. Healing magic had to be more precise than the rest. Or at least to her.

"Uh, like… tingling… a bit cold too, and… eh, soft? And has a taste... a funny taste."

Lyanna said, trying to explain with words what she was feeling. Hawke looked at her and was surprised by that. She wondered if the Starks had some kind of link to magic in any way, like the Targaryen.

"Mm, I see."

"It is normal?" Lyanna asked.

"Not for a normal person, no."

Hawke only said as she then stood up. Lyanna then approached her father's body and she could see the wounds gone. The sweat was also gone, but he was still asleep.

"We should let him rest. But besides that, he will be fine."

Lyanna took her father's hand and sighed. "Thank you… lady Amell… for everything. You didn't have to, yet you save my life and my father."

"Don't worry about it."

Hawke said as she walked away from the room.

"Where are you going, lady Amell?" Lyanna asked.

"Mm, there is something I must do, don't worry. Keep on checking your father."

Hawke told Lyanna as she left the room. Hawke sniffed the air and gag at the smell of burnt flesh. Yet, it wasn't real. But a memory. The castle air was filled with dammed souls. Yet, what brought her out of the room was someone waiting for her. And it was completely a surprise and delight for her to see the little person.

"Dragon lady!"

Hawke chuckled as she saw the princess running at her while being followed by some guards and kingsguard. And the Queen, and the King's mother. By the way, the little girl looked, it seemed as if the girl was capable of escaping from her room and evading everyone trying to catch her. Hawke cooed at the sight of the girl.

"Rhaenys! Stop this moment!" Elia screamed.

"No!" Rhaenys said as she hugged Hawk's leg.

"You told me the dragon lady left! You lie! She is here!"

Rhaenys said while hugging the leg of Hawks.

"By the gods! L-lady Amell, please forgive her. She is just a child!"

Elia said with fear in her voice, remembering the scene of the throne room early in the day. However, no one expected the gentle laugh coming from the dragon lady. As she picked the little princess and smiled.

"Be not afraid… I shall never harm a child. Especially one this cute," Hawke giggled as she brought the child to her shoulders. Rhaenys squealed happily as she sat on the dragon lady's shoulder, practically using the two large and pointing horns as a sort of handler.

"Whoa! This is so tall!" Rhaenys said, happily.

"Look, mother! Look! I am so tall!"

Hawke laughed, and the sight quite troubled everyone else. Yet, it was something so unreal and out of the world. That Elia just took a deep breath.

"The gods want to kill me… or surprise me," Elia whispered.

"Elia… what should we do?" Rhaella, the king's mother, asked, a bit perplexed herself.

Elia just looks at Rhaella, with a confused face. "Lady dragon! Lady dragon can we play?!"

Hawke only chuckled, and to everyone's demise, she replied with an enormous smile on her face. "Of course!"

And so everyone saw. The dragon lady walked away as Rhaenys pretended to be the one riding a dragon. And the rest could only follow. But a question appeared. Could it be possible? That the princess captured the dragon's heart? Whatever it was, the years to come would answer that, one way or another.