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“MOVE! MOVE!” They rushed through the forest, trying desperately to stick close together all the while staying ahead of those things. The wildlings breathed heavily as they burst through the treeline and out into the open field. They darted across the field. The nearest shelter was a farmhouse, they rushed inside and barred the doors. The screams of the farm animals filled the night, No doubt the creatures made easy work of them. The wildings tried to catch their breath.

“What’re ya doin in my house!” The farmer yelled.

Something rammed against the door. The farmer stood in fear. “What was that?”

“Surely you’ve heard the whispers. The land is cursed with those…those…things.”

The wood splintered as something came slamming against it from the otherside. There were more unholy snarls and then clawing at the door. Scurrying could be heard on the rooftop and the walls outside.

The wife and children of the farmer wandered from their room confused about the commotion. After seeing the fear in the farmers' eyes and hearing the monsters outside, they began to pray. They begged the 7 to deliver them from the evil that awaited them.  The large farmer decided to turn his fear elsewhere, he took hold of one of the wildings. He grabbed the wilding by his furs and hoisted him into the air, “YOU PEOPLE BROUGHT THOSE THINGS TO MY HOUSE, TO MY FAMILY.”

Forgetting the creatures outside, the wildlings raised their weapons, ordering for him to release their friend. Their friend however, was unfazed and spoke calmly.  I will not apologize for trying to get my family to safety here in the south.”

The farmer's son spoke, “This is the North.”

“Everything's south beyond the wall.”

“WHAT ARE THEY? HOW DO WE KILL EM?”

“There’s a lot of creatures beyond the wall, but I’ve never seen one of these until lately. All I know is they’re hard to kill and they don’t like fire. My cousin caught one on fire once. The only time I’d seen one killed.”

A loud crash splintered the door more causing everyone to jump. He set the wildling down and they all raised their blades, anticipating the creature getting inside. Fingers wiggled its way inside the small opening growing on the door. Realizing it needed more room, it returned to slamming on the door.

There was a squelching noise outside and suddenly all the banging stopped. Whatever was on the roof came down and the snarls seemed to grow distant. Outside they listened to what sounded like a feral tantrum. Then…silence.

Their chests rose and fell, no one took their eyes off the door. The farmer's wife jumped when a gentle knock came to the door. The woman gulped, “Wh-Who goes there?”

Voices whispered on the other side. Fearful, the woman spoke again, “Who goes there?”

The whispers stopped. This time a single voice spoke, to everyone's surprise it was a woman's voice. “It's over, you're safe for now.”

“Who are you?”

Her husband elbowed her, “Don’t speak to it. It could be some type of trick. Perhaps those things can copy people's voices. That could be the voice of one of its victims for all we know.”

“Aside from your dead animals you have nothing to worry about. I come in peace.”

“Why should we believe you?”

“Peek outside, I’ll show you that I am no threat.”

A wilding began to step towards the door but was grabbed by a companion. They shook their heads.

“Winter is coming and I suggest you head down south until the matter is settled.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Veronica, but my friends call me Ronnie. My enemies however, know me as the Cannibal.”

“Why do they call you the Cannibal?”

The voice didn’t respond. Fearful they remained in the house until the sun rose. Awoken by the singing of birds, the wildlings slowly emerged from the house. The Farmer curiously accompanied them, he needed to see how much damage had been done to his assets. They gasped to see that the animals had been dismembered and mostly eaten. The remains of the creatures were nowhere to be seen. There was however, an eerie amount of blood and a sign of struggle.

The wildlings looked between each other then to the farmer. “Thank you for allowing us shelter last night.”

“Not that I had a choice, but you are welcome.” The Farmer sighed at the mess that had been made of his livestock. At least his crops made it.

“We will continue to head south, as south as south goes. We’ll cross the sea if we must, but I recommend you find a way to warn your Lords and Kings.”

The Farmer laughed, “The Starks are busy people, I doubt they’d have the time of day to hear me out and even if they did, why should I trust that voice? As you can see the bodies of the monsters are missing.”

“It could be a trick, yes, but one thing is for certain. Death is coming and if there is any chance to stop it, it should be taken.” 

“She said Winter is coming. We haven’t even had autumn yet, it's far too soon.”

As if on cue a single snowflake fell from the sky. They all looked up to see the heavy sheet of clouds blocking out the sun. The wildlings gave the farmer a nod and began their long walk south.

The farmer continued to stare into the sky, long after they had departed. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The long summer came to an abrupt stop and Winter was indeed coming. Looking at the condition of his home he knew he only had one choice. He must speak with the Warden of the North. It was a miracle his family survived last night. He knew they wouldn’t be so lucky when the long night comes.

He searched the area and was pleased to find out some of his animals remained: 3 chickens, a heifer, and a donkey. The man saddled up and rode the donkey towards Winterfell.

In King's Landing…

Lord Corlys the old Sea Snake stood next to his wife Princess Rhaenys and his Grandchildren. When he had first recovered and returned to his family, he was bamboozled by the insanity that had occurred in his absence. When his wife had told him of the events, he wanted to believe they had all experienced some sort of mental break, a trick of the mind, yet he saw the truth with his own two eyes. Queen Aemma had returned from the dead, Rhaena rode the Cannibal, Daeron had returned from Oldtown, Otto was deceased along with his own brother Vaemond; Aegon mothered an infant named Laenora, and Alicent was currently Daemons second wife and happily in love with Rhaenyra within the Keep.

Four years had passed since Aegons curse. Today Viserys and Aemma smiled at Rhaenyra. It was finally happening.  Finally, before all of those gathered today, Rhaenyra was crowned Queen of the 7 Kingdoms and protector of the Realm. Her family smiled from the sideline excited that The King was choosing to retire instead of dying to pass his crown to his named heir. Daemon, at Rhaenyras side, was being crowned as King Consort. He concealed his excitement when the Conqueror's crown was placed upon his head.

A roar broke through the air of the Dragonpit unnerving the guests. There was a loud thud and then silence. Shrugging it off, everyone carried on until a hooded figure ran through the crowd and onto the platform with them.

“What is the meaning of this?” Viserys asked.

Pulling back his hood, baldheaded Laenor revealed himself. Everyone gasped in shock. A hand flew to Rhaenys’ chest as she flew to her son. Corlys remained in place, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Daemon and Rhaenyra exchanged glances.

Tears poured down Rhaenys’ face as she held her son in her arms. Finally Lord Corlys found the strength to move. Afraid his son would disappear he never blinked once, he kept his eyes on Laenor. Once close enough, he reached out a hand. His heart pound wildly when he felt how real and solid he was. He let out a breath, the old Sea Snake himself was brought to tears. Corlys looked around expectantly, “Will Laena be returned to us as well?”

Rhaenyra spoke, “Laenor never died. We faked his death so he could find happiness with Qarl.”

“I am sorry for the deception, truly. I would have loved to see my sons and nieces grow into such fine Princes and Princesses. However, I did not come for a reunion. I came for help.”

“What's happened?”

“Running an errand sent Qarl North beyond the wall. He has not returned. I contacted Cregan and he has informed me of quite a few disappearances in the area and strange activity. The commoners and the free folk whisper there are ungodly creatures within the forest, tormenting the North. I cannot rest until I figure out what has become of my beloved.”

“I will join you at once.” Corlys said.

Rhaenys rested a hand on her husband, “You will do no such thing. You are needed back on Driftmark. Luke still has much to learn about commanding a fleet.”

“I’ll go.” Aegon volunteered.

“Then I will go as well.” Aemond and Jace volunteered. One by one the family offered their support. Warmth filled Laenors heart. So much had clearly changed since his departure.

Aegon shook his head, “Think of your wives. Helaena needs you Aemond and as a member of the council, our sister the Queen needs you as well. Jace, you are my sister's heir and should remain here with your wife and future Queen, Baela. Luke is to inherit Driftmark with Rhaena and can’t risk his life either.”

Prince Jofferey opened his mouth. Before he could speak Aegon continued. “Daeron and I will join Laenor.”

Laenora clung to Aegon's leg.

Alicent rushed over to Aegon, “I’ve already lost you once I can’t lose you again.”

“I’ve been training with Aemond and Daemon, two of the best warriors in the realm. I’ll be fine. Besides, we’ll have Laenor who no doubt reclaimed Seasmoke for this task. I have Sunfyre and Daeron will have Tessarion.”

Viserys looked to Rhaenyra, “You are Queen now. Will you allow your brothers to take up this task?”

Rhaenyra held her head high, “I believe in my brothers and Laenor.”

Laenor smiled at his ex wife, “Thank you.”

“I will pray everyday that you three return alive and well.” Alicent said. She still was reluctant to let her sons go, however she was learning to trust Rhaenyra. Also, she had no desire to make her look weak by objecting. “Please be safe.”

“Thank you mother.” Aegon smiled when she planted a kiss on his forehead and then on his brother.

Rhaenys and Corlys clearly didn’t want to let their son go either. They’d just got him back and already had to say goodbye. Corlys hugged his son, squeezing him tightly, “When you return, don’t be a stranger. Please visit your mother and your old man.”

“You’re not upset?”

Corlys sniffled, “No. I’m just happy you're alive my Son.”

Laenor let out a breath and wiped his damp eyes.

“You better stay that way,” Rhaenys dabbed at her eyes before hugging him as well. “I can’t bury you a second time.”

Aegon smiled at the reunion and quietly suggested his nephews and cousins hug them as well. He even told his formerly illegitimate children to meet Laenor. He wanted them to feel like they too were part of the family. It had been years and they were still getting used to the change. Jofferery ran over to his father, squeezing him tightly. Luke, Jace, Baela, and Rhaena went to him as well. Ashamed Aemond turned his eye away, he could only hope that Laenor wouldn’t be upset that he had claimed his sister's dragon before her remains had time to settle. Laenor had ‘died’ so he never got his opinion on it due to how swiftly his family left Driftmark after the eye incident. Aegon nudged Aemond. As if he read his mind Aegon spoke, “I doubt he minds that you claimed Vhagar brother.”

Aemonds tense shoulders lowered. So badly he wanted to kiss him, but they were still standing before the mass. The Realm was already on edge knowing King Daemon had taken Alicent as a second wife, an act against the church that hadn’t been done since King Maegor the Cruel. Two men openly loving each other would surely spark a new war. 

“Safe travels to you brothers,” Helaena hugged Aegon and Daeron, “Oh and before you go, beware of the beasts within the grove.”

Aegon paused, “Beasts? As in plural?”

Laenor stepped away from his family and waved Daeron and Aegon over, “We must go. Cregan is expecting us.”

“Please be careful.” Jace turned his eyes on Aegon. “If we hear even a whisper that something has happened to you, we’ll come running.”

“I don’t want you to go.” Laenora became red in the face. She looked so much like Aegon when she was upset.

Aegon crouched down to look her in the eyes. “I won’t be gone for long. Once we find Qarl I’m coming right back for you.”

“No.” Her lip curled as she pouted, “You’re gonna be gone forever.”

“I swear I will come back to you.”  Aegon kissed her forehead. “Take care of your Father while I’m gone.”

She sniffled. She reached up to unclasped her necklace, a gift from her parents on her recent name day. Removing her necklace, she handed it to him. “Promise you’ll come back.”

Aemond remained quiet and he couldn’t tear his eye away.

“There is no force in this world that will keep me away from you Laenora.” Aegon pulled a silver ring from his hand to give to his daughter. “Keep this safe until I get back okay.”

She wiped her eyes, “Okay.”

After watching Aegon and his daughter Laenor sighed. “We can leave in the morning. It's been a long ride here anyways, I could use the rest and so can Seasmoke.”

Aegon breathed deeply. Aemond eyed him closely.

After the Coronation, they had a feast together. Enjoying the company of Laenor for a little while longer. The House of the Dragon filled with laughter and love all through the night while Laenor was caught up on everything he missed. Prince Laenor realized that for the first time in forever, his family was truly at peace and stood as one. Laenora rubbed her eyes and yawned. Aemond kissed her on the head and whispered to Aegon that they should retire for the night. Jace volunteered to join them. Laenor smiled knowing they were no longer at eachothers throats.

They excused themselves. Aemond and Jace kissed their wives goodnight and rounded up the children.  Aegon scooped exhausted Laenora into his arms and carried her to her chambers. Servants offered to service him, but he refused them. He sat on the bed with his daughter rocking her in his arms, singing her a lullaby.  Remembering when his Grandsire tried to take her away from him brought him anxiety. He didn’t want that anxiety to consume him. Time away from her could do him some good. He didn’t want to become the type of parent that was overprotective and hovered unbearingly in the future. He continued to sing until she filled the room with her soft snores.

“I love you.” He tucked her into bed and kissed her again knowing he’ll be gone when she wakes. He pulled away and headed out of the room to tuck in the rest of his children. When he was done he joined his lovers Jace and Aemond. Their wives were already enjoying eachothers company.

Aemond was already kissing Jacaerys passionately when he entered. Jace stroked Aemonds fine chest hairs while he allowed his tongue to dance with his. Aemond slipped his hand beyond Jaces pants line to handle his growing bulge. When Aegon arrived, they pulled him between them.

Jacaerys peeled away Aegon's clothes, “I think you should stay here and allow Aemond to go. A daughter needs her Mother.”

“I wish it were me departing with you on the marrow, not Daerron.” Aemond whispered into Aegon's ear before pressing his lips against the soft skin of Aegon's neck.

Worried about how Aegon was going to take it, Aemond held Jace’s hand.

“I can’t…WE can’t lose you.” Jace caressed Aegon's soft porcelain skin.

Aemond eyed the raised scar tissue on his lovers. A thousand mile stare overtook him. Noticing this, Jace shifted to give him a kiss and wake him from his haunted memories. Aemond remembered where he was and resumed as if nothing just happened. Jace returned to caressing Aegon.

“You won’t lose me.” Aegon moaned from their sensual touch. 

While Aemond kisses Aegon, Jace moves his hand to tease him. When he can’t control himself any longer Jace releases Aemonds hand and moves to place his head between Aegons thighs. Aegon and Aemond begin to stroke each others cocks, the dual stimulation gives Aegon a rush. Becoming a hermaphrodite was the best decision of my life, he thinks to himself. Gliding his tongue along Aegons slit, Jace sloppily devours him. To prevent Aegon from cumming too soon he moves his lips to kiss Aegons pulsating cock. Jace presses his fingers deeply inside Aegon.

Aegon cursed under his breath. His legs shake while Jace gifts him with a powerful orgasm. Aemond throws Jace a devious smile. Jace nods and goes to reposition Aegon, rolling him into his stomach. Jace lets out a breath while he slides himself into Aegon who is now on his hands and knees. Aemond takes Aegons pretty mouth, sliding over his tongue and down his throat. Like a pro, Aegon didn’t choke taking Aemond full length. Aemond complimented him as he ran his finger through Aegons wavy hair. Holding on firmly, Aemond skull fucked Aegon while Jace ravaged him from behind. Gleeful tears poured from  Aegons eyes as he allowed them to have their way with him. When he couldn’t take it anymore he tapped Aemond three times on his hip. Understanding, Aemond pulled out to give Aegon a chance to catch his breath. They all repositioned again so Aegon could lay down. Aemond moved behind Jace while Jace continued to pound Aegon. Jace pulled out and finished on the bedding. Aemond wrapped his arms around Jace’s waist to hold him in place. He growled into his ear when he exploded inside of him. Exhausted, they all cuddled together for the rest of the night. Aegon ran his finger over the scar on his brother arm from when he’d cut him with the Conquerors dagger. Aemond stirred in his sleep from Aegons feathery touch. Aegon sighed and closed his eyes. Nestled between his lovers Aegon slept like a baby.

When Morning came Aegon sat up in bed. Jace was still resting, but Aemond was gone. He dressed quickly and went to find Rhaenyra. She was already seated on the Iron throne and dealing with business, instead he decided to speak with Helaena.

“What do you need?” She smiled.

“Aemond wasn’t there when I woke. Did he come to you?”

“Our brothers departed before the sun rose. They already left with Laenor.”

“He ditched me.” Aegon let out a breath.

Helaena took his hands and held them. Gently she stroked the faint scar on his hand where he’d been stabbed. “Aemond is only trying to protect you. Sometimes he still has nightmares about the night you and Jace died.”

“But then I undied. I’m alright now.”

“Try to see where he’s coming from, Aegon. How many times has he almost lost you? You had a fallout when we were children, you were almost raped to death in the streets by a horny mob, you ran away from the keep without saying goodbye, when you came home you resented him, you were so sad when Laenora was taken you lost your will to live, then you ran away again after that hectic family dinner, then you got murdered. You must understand why he did what he did, why he’s so protective.”

Aegon realized she was right. “I just…everyone is always walking on eggshells around me. I think I could use some distance.”

“We simply want to be here for you brother.” She gave Aegon a tug and a playful smile, “Come. We’ll fly together and get some fresh air.”

Aegon smiled, “That sounds wonderful.”

From afar, Alicent watched Aegon and Helaena run off together, giggling like children. She fumbled with her fingers. She couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. Something within her clung to that feeling of uneasiness and screamed in her mind that her sons and Laenor were not safe. King Daemon reached over to hold her hand, he whispered for her to breathe. Trying her best, she inhaled and exhaled slowly. He kept his eyes on the court, but he gave her hand a squeeze. Alicent smiled to herself, feeling some comfort from his caring gesture. She quietly thanked him.

Chapter Text

Aemond, Daeron, and Laenor noticed how on edge the northerners were the moment they had arrived. Armed to the teeth, anyone and everyone capable of fighting took turns patrolling and defending the people. Concern filled Aemond seeing how much snow had fallen. The North had completely skipped autumn and went straight to a winter. Aemond remained silent as they went to meet with Lord Stark.

“Laenor, you made it.” A man in all black gave him a nod then acknowledged Aemond and Daeron, “Come, Lord Stark is waiting.”

“What's a Crow doing so far from the Nightwatch?” Aemond asked.

“Ah the Night's Watch…Things have grown rather troublesome at the wall. I am here because I can assure you that the darkness falling is a concern to us all.”

They pushed through some heavy doors to meet with Cregan. His expression was almost as stone cold as his stormy gray eyes. He nodded as a greeting, “Prince Laenor, Prince Daeron, Prince Aemond.”

They all took a seat. “So, what's going on?”

Cregan sighed, “Some time ago I summoned Qarl here. He owed me a favor so I asked him to investigate a rumor for me. Supposedly there was someone beyond the wall uniting the wildlings, for what I wasn’t sure. All I know is there couldn’t be a good reason for this. Qarl went with a team of Crows beyond the wall where they spotted a massive army of wildlings, confirming that they were in fact uniting.I sent him back for further investigation.”

“The Wildlings have never united. What sort of man is able to convince them to stand together?”

“Not a man. A woman. They hail their leader as Queen of the Freefolk. They call her the Snow Queen. Their Queen is accompanied by a witch. We don’t know much about either of them.”

“Did this Queen ascend from conquest?” Laenor asked.

“No. Apparently there are things in the frozen wastes that are threatening enough for them to come together willingly under her guidance.”

“Is she connected to Qarls' disappearance?”

“My new source says that Qarl was never seen again after making contact with the Snow Queen. The same for his team.”

“Your new source, can they be trusted?” Arcana and Calypso entered the room.

Aemond knew if they were present, whatever was happening was big.

“So far it seems they have been transparent. I will be meeting with them again tonight. You will accompany me. You can decide for yourself if you trust them.” Cregan crossed his arms.

“What’re you witches doing here?” Aemond asked.

“We were sent to investigate why Winter is coming so early.”

"Hmmm. we'll peak more on this later." Aemond says.

The flight was long and exhausting so they decided to spend the rest of the day resting. When night fell they followed Cregan to the Weirwood tree and waited. It took an hour, but eventually a figure in a red cloak emerged from the darkness. At her side was a hooded dwarf. She wasn’t particularly tall and her face was hidden in the deep shadows of her hood. “Three dragons and a crow when I was only expecting a wolf. I thought we agreed to keep this between us Cregan.”

“They’re here to help.”

“You’re a man of honor so I’m going to choose to trust your decision Cregan. However, if I sense a betrayal, I’ll shove my foot up your ass and wear you like a new pair of boots.” She pulled back her hood to reveal pale hair and brown skin. 

“I apologize for my companion, Ronnie can be a bit rough around the edges.” The man pulled back his hood as well. “The Name is Tyrion.”

She appeared to be a Velaryon woman, but how could that be, they knew all of the Velaryons and she wasn’t one of them. Could she be a bastard sired by Corlys or Vaemond? Could she belong to House Celtigar? Could another house have secretly survived the Doom? Could she belong to Uncle Daemon? Aemond stared at her trying to figure out if she resembled anyone he knew.

Daeron locked eyes with her. “Your hair...are you—

“No Daeron, I’m not a Targaryen…at least not by blood, though I was married to Maegor for a bit.” 

“You’d be decrepit if you were old enough to be one of Maegors wives.” Aemond looked her over. Her skin was still smooth as a grape. “Who are you?”

“As much as I’d love for us to be well acquainted, we have urgent matters to address.” Tyrion said.

“It's fine Tyrion, I’ll give a high speed recap. Someone altered history and I needed to know who. It turns out the dance of the dragons was prevented. It caused a butterfly effect that ruined the timeline.”

“You married Maegor? You can time travel? What is a butterfly effect?” Daeron asked. Aemond gave him a side eye. Daeron cleared his throat and averted his gaze trying to be more professional. “My apologies.”

“Arcana and Calypso cursed our brother which miraculously prevented the dance.” Aemond said.

“It was not our actions that destroyed the timeline.” Arcana stepped from the shadows along with Calypso.

Veronica glared. “Guardians...”

Tyrion raised a hand, “Whatever your thinking Ronnie, don’t act on it. We must use our heads.”

Veronica hesitated, but she stood down.

Cregan looked between the women, “You’ve met I take it.”

Calypso flexed her hands, she was ready to tussle. “She’s Agent 8008 the Cannibal, a wanted criminal and a traitor to our organization."

“I never betrayed anyone. Our alliance turned on me.” Veronica retorts.

“You’re an agent killer.” Arcana glared.

“I’m a woman who acted in self defense after being falsely accused and hunted.” Veronica spoke.

Arcana drew her blade, “You won’t escape us this time Agent Cannibal.”

“Instead of tearing each other to shreds can we focus on winter? Until the matters at hand are settled, we need to work together.” Tyrion stepped between them.

Veronica stood tensely, “Because of the changes made to the timeline somehow Danaerys storm born was not the Mother of Dragons, the breaker of chains, the unburned, the commander of the unsullied, the Queen of Mareen or the Khaleesi of the Great Grass.  Because of this greyworm has never known kindness and liberty and Messandei has never tasted freedom. Danaerys’ treacherous elder brother King Viserys II sat the iron throne with his reluctant wife Sansa, Jon was not raised by Ned and was a cruel crime lord, Jamie is long dead, Cersi is married to Stannis after his first wife died from the flu…allegedly, Margery lived the thug life, and Tyrion was a Maester. The future was a HOT mess before I began to fix it. To make matters worse, winter is still raging in Danaerys’ time.”

Calypso opened her pipboy, “We have proof that there was a blip in history that must have caused that mess. You and your sister are the only ones who’ve been carelessly exploring and ruining A Song of Ice and Fire. The condition of the Game of Thrones Fandomeverse can’t be blamed on us, criminal.”

Laenor inserted himself into the conversation, “Qarl went beyond the wall to meet with the Snow Queen and never returned. I need to know, does he still live?”

“He was sent to deliver a message. He never made it back…clearly.” Veronica doesnt bother looking at him when she speaks.

“So... he’s dead.” Laenors heart fell.

"I never said that." Veronica the Cannibal, opened her hand, “If you have something that belongs to him I can find him for you with a simple locator spell.”

Laenor pulled a note from his pocket. A love letter from his beloved, “If he is gone, I want to at least be able to bury him.”

She closed her eyes and chanted. Images flashed in her mind like a movie. She gasped and opened her eyes, pulling herself from her vision. “He’s alive, but he’s running somewhere in the forest.”

“I must go to him.”

“Focus Laenor. I know you want to find Qarl, but we still must find a way to solve the monster infestation.” Cregan laid a hand on his shoulder. “The forest is not safe at this hour.”

“I can’t wait. If he’s running, he’s being chased. Cannibal, you must take me to him.”

“It would be safer to wait until morning, but if you insist. We can help Qarl now, and then tackle the monster problem.” Veronic starts to walk.

“You’re not going anywhere, you’re under arrest.” Arcana threatens.

“We MUST work together. Surely there is something we can do as a sign of good faith.” Tyrion raised his hands.

Calypso raised a hand to Arcana, “We put a lot of work and effort into this mission and don’t want it to go to waste. I’ll be more willing to hear her out if she comes peacefully. If she remains here at the Keep where she can be questioned on her involvement, her punishment will be less severe.”

Veronica looked to Tyrion.

Tyrion sighed, “We will prove your innocence. I will remain at your side for every moment of your interrogation.”

Veronica the Cannibal hesitated, but eventually she stood down. “Give me a map and I’ll apply the locator spell so you can find him.”

When she was finished, Veronica kept her eyes on Tyrion while Calypso moved behind her to cuff her. While Veronica, Tyrion, and Calypso stayed behind to talk, the others ventured on to find Qarl. They rode closely together, following the map through the trees until Arcana came to a sudden halt.

“What is it?”

A massive shadowy figure burst from the darkness and tackled her from her horse. Her horse stood up on its back legs and kicked violently. Aemonds horse panicked and threw him from the saddle onto the cold hard ground. The reins catching him by the foot. The horse whined as it ran off into the darkness in a frenzied state, dragging an unconscious Aemond along. Everything happened quickly. Another creature appeared and took aim at Cregan. Cregan swung his blade causing the beast to jump back in fear and return to the darkness.

Daeron screamed for his brother, but there was nothing that could be done.

One of the creatures jumped from the shadows onto Daeron, he plunged his sword into its stomach and tried to keep enough space between him and it. It opened its jaws and tried to crunch down on his face. Cregan swung his Valyrian steel sword, taking its head clean off its shoulders.

A creature chomped at Arcana, taking her silver necklace into its powerful jaws. She grunted and drove her blade through its neck and pushed it off. “We were led into a trap. Calypso was a fool to trust an Agent Killer.”

The creatures snarled from the shadows. They made eye contact. Arcana peered around and realized just how many pairs of eyes were watching them now. The creatures they’d felled in battle began to melt. Their flesh and fur fell from their bones in large heaps. Inside the creatures were naked people. Laenor hopped from his horse and ran over to the nearest corpse. He rolled the man over and sighed with relief. It wasn’t Qarl. The Crow analyzed the headless corpse to discover it belonged to a woman, clearly neither were Qarl.

Daeron watched as one of the creatures writhed in pain on the ground.

Arcana crouched down to snatch her necklace from its teeth. “We’ll lure them into the open where they have no cover.” 

Arcana climbed back on her horse. Daeron joined her since his horse fled the scene. 

The thunder of their hooves echoed through the darkness as they made their way back. As expected, soon after the werewolves were right behind them. Arcan lifted the reins over her head and told Daeron to take them. She turned to face him and leaned to the side so he could watch where they were going. She opened her palms, a soft light grew and turned into a bow. From thin air she pulled a mystic arrow and took aim. The ride was rocky and there were too many werewolves to count now, still yet she shot as many as she could.

Finally they made it to the opening. Arcana ditched her mystic bow and jumped from the horse. Laenor turned and stopped. He drew his bow and took aim. Cregan, the Crow, and Daeron readied their blades. Now that the werewolves had all been drawn out of the shadows Arcana swung her hand, a massive wall of fire rose from the ground to form a giant circle. The werewolves roared when they realized they’d be unable to return to the darkness.

Arcana raised her hands, all of the werewolves became still as if an invisible force were squeezing them.

“STOP, ONE OF THEM COULD BE QARL.” Laenor yelled.

She sighed and released them.

The werewolves charged. The swarm was almost overwhelming in numbers. The horses were first to fall. Fighting the creatures was tricky since Laenor suggested one of them could be Qarl. They all continued to defend themselves while also fending off werewolves.

“If you have any Ideas, now would be the time!” Daeron grunted.

Arcana racked her brain for a non lethal method. She sighed. “Laenor, do you trust me?”

“Not really.”

To be fair, we did just recently meet, She thought. “That's unfortunate, we’ll have to work on that.” She slapped the ground, creating a massive magical symbol to form. The werewolves became paralyzed. Their fur fell from their bodies, their flesh and bones peeled back and collapsed on the ground leaving a bunch of naked people standing paralyzed. “Do you see Qarl amongst them?” 

Laenor searched for them, hoping to see a familiar face. He was relieved when he finally found Qarl in the far back. “I found you.”

“Were any of you bitten?”

The Crow inspected himself, “No, why?”

She closed her hand. All of the paralyzed people, excluding Qarl, suddenly jerked. Their heads twisted so violently from the breaking of their necks that they flew to the ground. The magic rend and paralysis spell dimmed and faded; the fire burned out.

“Why’d you do that?”

“They’re contagious. One bite is all it takes to become one. I’m not sure if they’re Lycans or Werewolves so I reacted assuming the worst case scenario and decided to terminate them.”

“Is there no cure?”

“No.”

“What is your name Crow?” She asked.

“Bjorn.”

“Bjorn, be a dear and collect one of their heads for me. I’ll need to study them later.”

Qarl began to wake. His body twitched. Arcana walked over. Using a knife she carved a symbol into his skin. “This magic rend rune will keep him human…for now.”

We should return to the castle and question Ser Qarl.” Cregan crossed his arms, “Perhaps he can offer valuable information once he’s well rested.”

Daeron stared into the night wondering if his brother Aemond had already been stripped of his flesh and consumed down to his bones.

When they returned to the Keep it was late. The entire time Calypso had sat with Veronica the Cannibal, she listened to her side of the story. Tyrion kept his fingers crossed, hoping she’d be understanding. He was also analyzing every possible escape route in case things went awry.

Arcana stepped into the room furious. “You led us into a trap.”

“I gave you a map, I led you nowhere.” Veronica stated.

Everyone gathered in the room. Veronica noted Prince Aemonds absence and the solemn expression on Daerons face. “I’m Guessing you finally met some of the monsters.”

Arcana brought her hand across Veronics face.

Trying to keep her temper in check she glanced over at Tyrion. Arcana firmly gripped her face, forcing her to stare into her eyes. “You knew there were werewolves in the forest and you led us to them. Aemond has been lost because of you.”

Veronica rolled her eyes, “You hit like a bitch Octavia.”

Arcana slapped her again, “Don’t call me that. I am Guardian Arcana to you.”

“Whatever you say...Octavia.” Veronica peered around the room.

“You’re gonna tell us everything you know Cannibal.” Arcana pressed the blade against her throat.

Veronica sits back in her chair. “Have you ever heard of the legend of the Direwolf?”

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“William Corvinus…the White Wolf. He was bitten by a magical direwolf. That rabbid direwolf was the first known case of a Loup Garu ever being contagious and thus creating the first Werewolf. William is an immortal beast that has no control over his bloodlust or his rage. For 600 years, William avoided being apprehended, and his infection spread like wildfire. His bite is extremely infectious and so fast acting that he’s even been known to turn recently deceased individuals into Werewolves. Once he was finally captured he was imprisoned for 800 years in a very secret and highly guarded location. If William is here, he must’ve been released from his prison and brought here; his twin brother Markus will come looking for him no doubt and behind him will come the Death Dealers." Veronica the Cannibal sighed heavily. “We must act fast. The Death Dealers don’t care about casualties, they only care about serving their King Viktor and his crusade against lycanthropes.”

“He’s an immortal direwolf with a bite more infectious than all other werewolves?” Bjorn rubbed his head. “This is insane.”

“William isn’t even from this world, how can he be here?” Calypso asked.

“As I said before, someone must have brought him here from Underworld.” Veronica stated.

“That's not possible, only the Elders have the authority to Isekai.”

“Then perhaps an Elder is to blame.” Cannibal suggested.

Arcana slapped her again, “The Elders would never endanger the fandomverse. What are you and DickBean Planning?”

Daeron raised a brow, “Who is DickBean?”

Pulls up image of Dickbean. “He was an S ranked Guardian who went rogue, denouncing his allegiance to the Fandom Lords and Elders. Sources revealed that Agent Cannibal has met with Dickbean and surely is working with him.”

“But his name is Dickbean?” Daeron fought back laughter. 

“Yes his chosen CodeName is Dickbean, try to focus.” Calypso sighed.

“If he’s responsible, how do you plan on stopping Ser Dickbean?” Cregan asked.

“William is at the top of my kill list, he’s too much of a threat. Once he’d dealt with, I’m going to assemble a team crazy enough to go on a suicide mission in the hopes of saving the Fandomverse. But I can’t do that until I figure out how in Sithis name someone broke the 5th fall separating the fandoms and their multiverses. Which is challenging to do due to my Red Notice.” Cannibal said.

“No. You’re not working on this case.” Arcana glared.

“William and his army of werewolves are the threat, not me. He has been locked away for centuries without feeding on flesh and blood yet I’m sure he can still handle a standard team of Death Dealers and Agents on his own. He won’t be an easy target. William possesses supernatural speed, strength, healing, endurance, agility and of course his wolf senses. There's a reason he was elusive for 600 years.” Cannibal said.

“Calypso and I will take it from here.”

Cregan eyed her pipboy, “You spoke of Elders, can they not stop Dickbean?”

The corner of Cannibal's mouth twitched, “The Elders don’t do the dirty work, that's what Agents and guardians are for.”

Calypso spoke, “Currently, they're too occupied with trying to find Galaxy Angel.”

“Who is Galaxy Angel?” Cregan asked.

Pulls up GalaxyAngels file. “She’s another Top Tier Guardian gone rogue. According to the Elders, she's in alliance with Dickbean, fighting to destroy everything they built for the sake of lifting the YourName Ban. They’ve been on the run but last I heard she’s been recruiting agents, growing a formidable resistance. No doubt her three wives have already joined her cause.”

“Three wives? Who does she think she is? Maegor?” Daeron jested.

Cannibal broke a smile and blushed at the mention of Maegor, her beloved. She loved Maegor…well…at least part of him. While some people believed they could change him for the better, she knew she could have made him worse. There was just something appealing about a man who was mean as a viper to the world but a complete marshmallow with his lover(s). She liked him just the way he was: savage and completely unhinged. His brutality low-key turned her on. For a moment she recalled what it was like to have his massive calloused hand wrapped around her throat while he—-She cleared her throat and collected herself. She had to remember where she was.

“We’re not going to pretend you didn’t just blush over Maegor. He was a sick, twisted man. There's a reason history remembers him as Maegor the Cruel.” Daeron said.

“He may have been Maegor the cruel, but he was never Maegor the bitcheless. He stayed pulling baddies from all over the map. Maegor got more pussy than a bowl of meowmix and you know why? Not because he was tall, or he was strong, or fabulously wealthy but because he could protect and defend; he was handsome, assertive, he got business done, and deeeeeeep down he had a sweet side. He wasn’t the King the realm wanted, but he was a necessary evil. I bet everyone was wishing they had King Aenys back after Maegor took over.”

“But he killed like 4 of his wives?”

“FIRST OF ALL Tayanna was poisoning the other wives, which is why I never ate or drank anything I didn’t make myself when we were married. She was my least favorite, she just looked like the type to spit in food. What's her name died from childbirth so not a murder. That other wife technically wasn’t murdered, he ordered for her tongue to be cut out and she put up a fight and accidentally got dead, so it doesn’t count because it wasn’t intentional. And then whats her face cheated on him…us… with like half the realm. I’m not gonna slut shame or victim blame, but damn…girl didn’t love herself. I mean she was fucking squires too, SQUIRES. Thats the equivalent of fucking a backup dancer, there are no benefits. I mean at least the Knights can smuggle you in and out of places and cover your lies, BUT A SQUIRE.”

“So you were happily married to Maegor?”

“Happy? I got to live in a castle for free, I paid 0 taxes, I didn’t work, I could have all the sex I wanted and never worry about getting pregnant because his sperm was so weak they needed crutches. I got to bang his other wives when he was away on business, I blew their backs out daily and had them walking funny for a year. Also, I got to explore ALL of my kinks and intrusive/impulsive thoughts with him. I convinced him to let me ride him while we were riding Balerion, we invented BDSM in Westeros, and did I mention I got to live in a castle for free?”

“You had sex on dragonback?” Laenor made a mental note. It was something he’d love to try with Qarl once they returned home. “How was it?”

“What is BDSM?” Bjorn asked.

Daeron, “How does one blow a back out, asking for a friend.”

Cregan cleared his throat, “We can discuss Veronica's sexual habits another time.”

“Right.” Veronica the Cannibal straightened up. “I’ll get some silver and handle the werewolves while you prepare the realm for Winter. Harvest as much dragon glass as you can; other than fire and Valeryian steel, it's the only thing that can kill white walkers and wights. When the long night comes you must be prepared. Obsidian I mean Dragon glass is formed when magma cools suddenly so dragon glass will be found around volcanoes. If all else fails,  we can craft a magnifying glass to melt certain rocks and we can make some ourselves. Tell the Queen that large deposits of Dragonglass can be found on Dragonstone, and outside of Westeros in Asshai to the east. We can stop winter before it can truly begin.”

“I’ll send a raven to the Queen at once.” Bjorn said.

“Dragons are faster than Ravens, I’ll tell the Queen myself when I take Qarl home.” Laenor volunteered.

“Qarl can’t leave. The rune on his chest must be maintained or he’s going to shift and maul you.” Arcana warned. “He should stay in the dungeon.”

“I will have all the silver melted down to arm my Northernmen with it. When the Queen is ready, I will request a shipment of dragon glass.” Cregan said.

Daeron spoke up, “What are the plans for the growing army of wildlings and their Snow Queen?”

“My sister is no threat to you, she united the wildlings because they deserve a chance to survive the winter as well.” Cannibal stated.

“You and your sister will be taken into HQ. WE will handle the walkers and the wolves. You two cannot be trusted.” Arcana said.

“We all need to focus.” Tyrion said. “I acknowledge that she is a wanted woman, but you can’t simply ignore that she is right in this. She has a plan, if we work together we can get this done.”

Calypso spoke up, “Laenor and Daeron should leave immediately for Kings Landing to speak to the Queen. Cregan will prepare his men. Qarl will remain in the dungeon. Arcana will take Cannibal back to HQ and Bjorn will go beyond the wall with me and Tyrion. Cregan can set a curfew to ensure no one is out after dark.”

“HQ? I thought you believed my innocence?”

“I believe that you are not in alliance with Dick or Galaxy, but regardless you are an Agent Killer.”

The Cannibal shook her head, “I knew it. You were never going to let me go.”

Tyrion moved closer to her. “Ronnie…calm down.”

“Don’t do anything you will regret Agent.” Arcana threatened.

Veronica glared. “I’m going to eat your soul and shit it out!”

“You may certainly try.” Arcana replies.

Veronica let out a super sonic screech that shattered the air around them bringing everyone to their knees. Having already anticipated the attack Tyrion had plugged his ears. Veronica jumped to her feet and revealed that she’d escaped her cuffs. 

Calypso waved her hand, throwing Veronica back against the wall. Veronica had grown stronger during her time away in Tamriel, but she was still too underleveled to take on Calypso and Arcana together. Veronica summoned a Flame Atronach to fight alongside of her. Cregan and the others jumped back, amazed. Tyrion pushed towards the door, “Perhaps we should get out of their way.”

“A Flame Atronach? You’d have to go to Skyrim to learn to conjure that. The gaming district isn’t available to noobs. How the hell did a low rank agent get into a restricted area?”

Laenor and the others made a run for it while the girls fought viciously. Tyrion escaped the keep and made his way to his mount. He wasn’t much of a fighter, but there was something he could do to help. He obtained a jar from the satchel attached to his saddle.

After receiving a debilitating blow the Atronach exploded and returned to which it had come. Arcana spartan kicked Veronica. Before she could rise she’d shoved her blade into her. “Where's your humor now Cannibal.” She snatched the sword from her.

Veronica looked down at herself, gasping for air. “I could use some help right now BB.”

Arcana swung her blade.

Bran the Broken intervened, answering the call of his champion he warged into Arcana forcing her to halt her assault. Instead he forced her to sleep, her body collapsing to the floor.

Calypso stared at Veronica, “Let us take you to HQ, we’ll heal you and have this sorted out. I’ll make sure you aren’t punished terribly.”

“You can take those pouty lips of yours and kiss my ass. You’re no better than your friend you fucking hypocrites.”

Tyrion threw a smoke bomb through the nearest window.

She couldn’t be happier to see Tyrion, “You came back for me?”

“I could never abandon my friend.” Tyrion says.

Cannibal flings herself from the window onto the saddle with Tyrion. Viserion roared, threatening Calypso to keep her distance. Cannibal didn’t stay there long, she was feeling petty. With Aemond out of the picture she took it upon herself to dive from Tyrion's saddle and have a quick meetup with Vhagar who instantly recognized her. It had been many years since Vhagar had seen Veronica's face. Vhagar fondly recalled the time she’d spent with Visenya the Dowager Queen and King Maegor. Vhagar inspected her, the scent of blood hung heavy in the air. Veronica held up a hand, “JOOR ZAH FRUL! Dohaerās Vhagar!”

Vhagar moved closer to gently bump her hand. She didn’t need to bend Vhagars will, she submitted to her and allowed Veronica to mount her. “SOVES!”

Due to her old age, Vhagar was slow to rise to the sky. When the smoke cleared Vhagar had been claimed and was following behind Tyrion. Veronica looked back on Winterfell only for a second before facing north. She held a hand to her side and tried to heal herself.

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“Oh, please don’t make me do this!” Alicent squealed.

“You’ll be fine, you’re safe in my company.” Daemon gently petted Caraxes. A happy whistle tone escaped Caraxes, he rather enjoyed spending time with his rider even if it was something simple.

Alicent closed her eyes and placed an unsure hand on Caraxes vibrant red scales. He was surprisingly warm to the touch. Caraxes snorted at her causing her to jump. Her reaction filled Caraxes with joy; he let out a playful noise that almost resembled laughter.

“Relax, he’s just teasing you.” Daemon laughed. “Come.”

She was hesitant at first but Queen Alicent returned to King Daemons side. Daemon placed his hand over Alicents, helping her relax in his dragon's presence. This time Caraxes behaved when she stroked him. He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed their presence.

Daeon stepped to the side and allowed Alicent to grow more comfortable with Caraxes. She’d never allowed herself to be so close or so friendly with the winged beasts. “Did Rhaenyra ever tell you she tried to get me to be this friendly with Syrax?”

“I’m not surprised. She’s always wanted to be close with you.” He smiled.

“She offered to take me dragon riding with her once. It seems so long ago now, but I recall how excited she was about Syrax being able to carry two.” Alicents laughter was like music.

“She’s always wanted you to be a part of her world.”

 “Can you imagine it? Me on a dragon?”

“I think you’d rather enjoy riding a dragon other than me.” Daemon mounted Caraxes. He outstretched a hand to Alicent.

Her eyes grew large, “Oh heavens no, I couldn’t possibly ride a dragon.”

“Why not?”

She nervously stroked her throat, “I’m afraid of heights…and dragons.”

“Well in that case I’ll be extra careful.” He gave her a dashing smile. “Do you trust me?”

Hesitantly she moved over to take his hand, “Yes.”

Caraxes craned his neck and helped Daemon get her up on the saddle. The moment Caraxes lifted up into a standing position Alicents hands flew around Daemon's waist. Daemon buckled her up, nice and tight before he took to the skies.

Alicent squeezed her eyes closed, not wanting to look down. Getting into the air was a little bumpy but once in the sky, it was smooth sailing.

“You can open your eyes now.” Daemon laughed.

Slowly Alicent looked around, her death grip on Daemon didn’t loosen up. Everything looked so different from so high up. “Wow.”

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

“It's like a whole new world up here.”

“People say we Targayens are closer to the gods. They only say that because the sky is their limit, while it's our daily point of view.”

Once she’d gotten over the queasiness, an indescribable feeling took hold of Alicent. She rested her head on Daemon's back, “This is amazing. I almost wish I hadn’t waited so long to give it a try.”

“Well these are one of the few situations when it is better late than never.” Daemon flew Caraxes into a loose loop, testing to see how Alicent would handle it. He looked back. After seeing her eye twitch he knew she still needed time getting used to the saddle life.

The screeching of dragons turned Alicents head. Sunfyre and Dreamfyre rose up next to them.

“YOU'RE RIDING A DRAGON!” Helaena screamed into the wind.

“I’M JUST AS SURPRISED AS YOU.” Alicent yelled back.

Aegon threw his hands in the air and cheered his Mother on.

Jace peered out the window of the Red Keep. Baela and him had finished packing when Aegon sped past the window. They looked at eachother, “Dragonstone isn’t going anywhere. We should join them before we go.”

They rushed down the halls to join the others in the sky. Rhaena and Luke had already returned to Diftmark with Corlys and Rhaenys, it was a shame they’d miss the fun. After another lap, Aegon noticed two more dragons joined the party. Baela waved at her father as she passed. Jace threw Aegon a charming smile.

“LET'S HAVE A RACE!” Helaena suggested.

Alicents eyes grew large, “Oh no. I’ll pass.”

Daemon changed course and allowed their children to have fun racing and terrorizing the towns folk below with a roar here and a tight turn there. Daemon looked at Alicent, “Do you see that deer down there?”

“Yes?”

“Prepare yourself, we’re going to swoop down and you're going to order your first dracarys.”

“WHAT?”

Caraxes descended.

“One…”

“It feels like my stomach is in my throat.”

“Two…”

“NOOOOO.”

“Three…” Daemon looked back at Alicent expectantly. She’d closed her eyes, but to his delight she screamed into the wind, “DRACARYS.”

Daemon smiled and turned his eyes back to the deer. Daemon didn’t have to say a thing. Caraxes opened his powerful jaws and bathed the deer in flames before swiping it from the scorched ground. He took Caraxes to a quiet place on the beach and landed. Caraxes couldn’t wait to eat. Daemon climbed down first, “Jump. I’ll catch you.”

“You swear?”

“Yes yes of course.” Daemon spread his arms. She closed her eyes and flung herself from the saddle. As promised Daemon caught her. Jelly legged, Daemon guided her down to the sand. They sat together and watched the water creep up on the shore.

“Thank you for this Daemon. I needed this.”

He held her hand, “No need to thank me. I know you really get into your own head sometimes. I just figured you needed a break.”

“That obvious?”

“Oh you couldn’t get any more obvious.”

She laughed. “I want to blame it on being a mother but…I’ve always worried about the unknown.”

“It's only natural that you worry about Daeron and Aemonds safety.”

She looked at him. Truly looked at him. For the past few years she’d spent so much time focusing on Rhaenyra, she hadn’t taken enough time to really bond with Daemon meaningfully. They’d spent plenty of time together, yet she somehow felt there was some distance between them until now.  Although she was his second wife, she only accepted the position because it was the closest she’d ever get to being married to Rhaenyra. He was really beginning to grow on her. Showing his softer, playful, caring side was enough to lower what was left of her walls and dissolve her uncertainty. Leaning in slowly, Daemon pressed his lips against hers. She welcomed him.

Caraxes lifted his head from the ground. A great roar filled the air. They looked up to see two dragons in the distance. Excited Alicent pulled away from Daemon, “They’re home!”

Daemon helped her mount Caraxes. He dropped Alicent off at the keep then headed to the dragonpit. Alicent couldn’t wait to see her sons again. Daeron and Laenor came up the stairs.

She ran to pull her son into her arms. Gently he patted her back. She pulled away and looked around, “Where’s your brother?”

“I'd rather speak more on it indoors. Um Where is Aegon?”

“Your brother is out on a ride with Helaena. No doubt enjoying some time with Jacaerys and Baela before they leave for Dragonstone.”

Laenor eyed Daeron.

“Daeron, where is your brother?” Alicent nervously fumbled with her fingers.

Daeron averted his gaze when he spoke to his mother, “I’ll speak with Aegon and Helaena. There is so much Laenor must fill you in on.”

Laenor watched Daeron hurry off. “Where is Queen Rhaenyra?”

“In court the last time I checked.” Alicents anxiety slowly began to build. She walked with Laenor to the courtroom where Rhanaerya was speaking with the last needy Lord. When they were finished Rhaenyra rose from the throne to greet Laenor. “If I knew you’d returned I would have prepared a welcome party. Where is Qarl?”

Laenor looked around and lowered his voice, “Let's speak in the study.”

Once in the study Laenor took a seat, clasping his hands together. They noticed his demeanor. “What's going on?”

Laenor took a deep breath, “Winter is coming.”

“That can’t be, we haven’t even experienced Autumn.”

“The north has already had its first snowfall. I’ve seen things…Winter is coming sooner rather than later and we must prepare the rest of Westeros for its arrival.”

“What did I miss?”  Daemon walked into the room. Seeing the expression on everyone's face hinted that whatever was happening was severe. “I noticed Vhagars absence. Is my Nephew still in the north?”

“Aemond is gone.”

“What’re you saying Laenor?” Alicent held her stomach.

“I’m sorry. When we were attacked it happened fast. There was nothing that could be done.”

Rhanaeyra reached for Alicents hand, she squeezed her. Hearing of her younger brother's fate made her feel as if she were swirling. 

A hand flew to Alicents mouth. She felt as if she would puke. “I need to be alone.”

She fled from their company.

“If you’d like to be by her side, I will take care of things here my Love.” Daemon turned to Queen Rhanaerya.

She nodded and went after Alicent.

Laenor sighed and faced King Daemon. “We’re going to need dragonglass, and a lot of it. Apparently it's one of the few things that can kill a wight and a walker. Also, we need to arm our men with silver for the werewolves. Fire, dragonglass, and Valyrian steel is needed now more than ever. Veronica the Cannibal witch disclosed how to make dragonglass and where to find it. She says it is formed when lava cools suddenly. It’ll be found around volcanoes. She says large deposits rest on Dragonstone as well.”

“Another witch.” Daemon sighed. “Jace has inherited Dragonstone, we’ll inform him immediately to begin the mining. Ready all of the Ravens, we must prepare.”

Meanwhile…

Daeron finally found Aegon and Helaena. They were having tea and chatting while Maelor and Laenora played together in the garden. Their hair was disheveled and they still smelled of dragon. Jaehaera kept to herself playing with the cat her father had brought to the castle a few years ago in hopes of solving their mouse problem. Jaehaerys had run off to enjoy the company of his half siblings Torren, Eloise, and Milton who were previously known as Aegons bastards.

They looked up when Daeron entered. Light filled Aegon's eyes seeing his brother. Aegon and Helaena looked around waiting for Aemond to join them. He didn’t. “Daeron…where’s Aemond.”

Daeron eyed the children, “Let the servants tend to the children, I’d like to walk with you two and tell you all about what happened in the north.”

Helaena and Aegon stood up and left the children with the servants lingering nearby. Laenora eyed them as they departed, she nervously fumbled with her fingers. They walked together through the garden. Once they were completely alone, Daeron stopped and let out a sigh. “What I am going to tell you will not be easy to hear.”

Helaena held a hand to her heart.

“Where is our brother Daeron?” Aegon breathed heavily.

“He’s gone. I didn’t see him die, but he was thrown from his horse and dragged into the darkness. I’m sorry, but our brother is lost.”

Aegon clenched his fists so tightly they began to bleed. 

Helaena was still. Her eyes were distant as if she were not with them.

“No. I need to go to Aemond.” Aegon said.

“Aegon stop…” Daeron said softly.

“Our brother needs us.” Aegon continued to walk.

Daeron ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder, “He’s gone Aegon.”

Aegon slapped his hand away. “You will not stop me from going to him.”

Helaena remained perfectly still. A distant stare lingered on her face. After a while she snapped out of it. “There are beasts within the grove.”

“Yes, we lost Aemond to them.” Daeron said.

She turned her eyes to Daeron. “No. Not the wolves.”

”What do you mean?”

“There are creatures cursed by ice and snow.” She said.

“No.” Daeron shook his head.

“Death is coming.”

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They flew until she felt herself growing weak. Arcanas blade was poisoned and was ravaging her health regardless of her efforts. Sensing this Vhagar roared to get Viserions attention. He turned his head back. In their dragon tongue they spoke.

Vhagar: My rider is fading, I can feel it.

Viserion: Then we must fly faster. Push harder.

Vhagar: No little one. She will not make the journey to the icy waters.

Viserion: What do you suggest?”

Vhagar: You can either go ahead and return without us, or fly with me to find a healer.

Tyrion noticed the discussion between the dragons and called out to Veronica, “You speak dragon, what are they saying?”

“Vhagar…says I’m…dying. She wants to…find help.”

“I’m not much of a healer, but I studied a few procedures here and there. Perhaps I can help.”

“Magic…poison sword.”

Tyrion watched helplessly, “There has to be something that can be done.”

Veronica swooned before falling from her saddle through the skies. Concerned Vhagar swooped down to catch her inside of her mouth. Vhagar landed and gently spat her out onto the ground, bumping her with her snout.

Viserion landed and allowed Tyrion to sit at her side. He inspected her to see the poison was spreading quickly, too quickly. She wasn’t long for this world. He pressed his hands on her wound trying to keep her from bleeding out so quickly.

Tyrion closed his eyes and prayed for her soul. Veronicas eyes rolled back and Bran the Brokens' voice came through. “You can’t allow my champion to die, Tyrion. Follow the ravens, they will lead you to Selene, a woman that can save her. Go.”

Veronica returned to normal, no longer having Bran inside of her. Tyrion pulled her to her feet. She groaned. He strapped her to Viserions saddle and followed the ravens through the forest. Vhagar shadowed Tyrion, hoping for Veronica's survival.

They eventually came to an area where someone had set up camp. A woman dressed in all black with cold blue eyes looked up. She reached for her sword, “Keep your distance.”

She eyed their dragons and backed up.

“Are you Selene?”

“Yes, did Lucien send you?”

“A raven sent me actually, but that's not the point. My friend is dying and I was told you’d be able to save her.”

“A raven. Did it have three eyes?” Selene asked him. 

“YES.”

Selene looked towards the horizon, the sun was soon to rise. She ran over to Veronica. Fearlessly she bit into her hands and forced Veronica to drink. Within moments the palor faded and she’d been revived before death could claim her.

“Thank you.” Her voice was weak.

“It's a miracle your friends found me.” Selene said.

“I guess I’m just lucky.” Veronica smiled.

Selene pulled on her hood and headed into her tent. “Hurry, the sun is lethal to vampires.”

She followed Selene inside and laid her head down. Vhagar plopped down on the ground next to Viserion.

Tyrion sat down and leaned against Viserion. He closed his eyes and relaxed. They slept peacefully together. 

At Kings Landing…

Aegon slipped away while the sun was barely peeking over the horizon and went straight to the Dragon Pit. Aegon led Sunfyre from the pit out into the dawnlight.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Aegons heart jumped from the voice, but quickly relaxed when he saw it was only Princess Baela and Moon Dancer.

“Why are you not at Dragons Stone Princess?”

“For the same reasons you aren’t at the Red Keep. Someone I care about needed me.”

“You can’t accompany me. You will be the future Queen of the 7 Kingdoms.”

Baela sighed, “I didn’t come here to accompany you, I came here to stop you.”

“I don’t wish to fight you, cousin. You will lose.”

“I don’t want to fight you either, but I can’t allow you to get yourself killed Aegon.”

“If it were Jace out there, tell me you wouldn’t be doing the same!”

“I understand your pain. I’d race across the world if I had to, if it meant I could save Jace.”

“Then why are you trying to stop me?”

“You are a parent, Aegon. Your decisions affect them as well. No matter how badly you desire to, you can not get yourself killed.”

“They have their mothers and their family, they will be fine.”

“Aegon LISTEN.”

He mounted Sunfyre, “I have listened. I am CHOOSING not to obey.”

Moon Dancer snorted. Baela stared Aegon down, “Think of Laenora. Would you risk her losing you and Aemond? You are her Mother, she needs you.”

“He’s my brother Baela. I can’t just do nothing.”

“Please listen to reason.”

“I can’t.” Sunfyre leapt into the sky and beat his powerful wings. MoonDancer rose up behind him.

He had no desire to fight Baela, but he couldn’t allow her to stop him. He tried to shake her by flying low and maneuvering through trees and buildings. Being so much smaller than Sunfyre, Moondancer easily avoided her obstacles.

Aegon cursed under his breath. Baela would not so easily be lost.

A shadow fell upon them. They looked up to see Dreamfyre descending. Helaena cuts between Aegon and Baela. “Stand down cousin.”

“I can’t let him make this mistake, Helaena.” Baela hollered.

“That decision is not yours to make, dear sister...” Princess Rhaena descended from the skies as well. “...even as the future Queen.”

Baela inhaled deeply, “Please Aegon. Think of more than yourself. Look beyond your own pain.”

“I can’t.” Aegon breathed. “If it were me out there, Aemond would move mountains to find me.”

“Aegon…”Baela said softly.

“Let me go. Please, just let me go.”

Baela exhaled deeply. “You better not die…again. I swear to the old gods and the new that if you die, I will find a way to bring you back just so I can kick your ass.”

Aegon smiled, “I wouldn’t wish it any other way.”

Baela turned and flew in the opposite direction. She needed to return to Dragon Stone to be with Jace. He’d be upset and ready to fly north as well if he knew she let Aegon go. Instead she planned on telling him that he was already gone upon her arrival.

Rhaena flew with her sister for a while before departing for Driftmark where her own Prince was waiting for her. Helaena returned to the Keep, ready to stand by Aegon's choice if questioned.

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Against his will, Tyrion left Veronica's side. It was imperative that he warn Snow Queen Junette aka Agent Kai about how things were not going as they’d hoped. Arcana and Calypso would only create more tension. He flew until he or Viserion needed a break. Twas a long flight to the wall and he could only afford a break here and there. Time was of the essence. Upon his arrival at the wall he noticed something strange.

His dragon refused to fly beyond the wall. At first he had thought it was fear preventing them from crossing, but no it was as if an invisible force was repelling Viserion. After some time he decided to meet up with the others on Bear Island instead. The dragons weren’t fond of the cold, but fortunately the island had mountainous caves to shield them from the cold.

When he arrived he made his way directly to the war tent.

“How did things go with Lord Stark?” Danaerys asked.

“Arcana and Calypso were there. We’re gonna have to up our schedule and get things going.”

Jon Snow sighed, “So lets fly over the wall and—

“The magical barrier won’t allow the dragons to cross. We’ll have to cross it the ol fashioned way.”

“Alright then,” Jon pointed to the map on the table. “The Shadow tower is one of three castles along the Wall guarded by the Night's Watch. It is located next to these mountains at the western end of the Wall and lies west of Sentinel Stand and east of Westwatch-by-the-Bridge; both are abandoned castles. We can sneak by…this way.”

“No. Since we’re already in the bay of Ice we can use the gorge to bypass the tower.” Tormund moved his finger to the map. “Much faster and less of a risk.”

“I was going to suggest we simply fly across the bay of ice and land on the frozen shore beyond the wall, but time is of the essence and we’re not quite sure how the wall's magic works just yet.” Tyrion clapped his hands, “Alrighty then. We should go to the gorge.”

Danaerys cleared her throat, “At least one of us riders should stay behind to make sure the dragons don’t ravage the island. The inhabitants were kind enough to host us.”

“Thank you for volunteering. We’ll be back before you know it.” Jon stepped away. 

“I was going to suggest Tyrion…I assumed he’d hate it after such a long flight here.” Danny clasped her hands together.

“Three of the five dragons on our team are your children and would be less of a hassle if it were you that stayed behind to dragonsit.”

Everyone paused, “FIVE dragons?”

Tyrion forced a smile, “Yes, well Ronnie decided to claim Vhagar as we fled Winterfell so that makes five. Your three: Drogon, Viserion, Rhaegal, and Her two: Vhagar and Eros.”

Brienne crossed her arms, “Eros doesn’t count, not only is he still a child, but he’s only half dragon.”

Missandei glanced at Danaerys, “You’ll have Brienne and I here with you, you won’t be alone.”

“Of course.” Danaerys smiled. “Well, hurry along then. Deliver the news to Junette and the others and we will meet you…actually where should we meet you?”

“We don’t have the ships to carry the wildling horde. We’ll have to sneak down to Deepwood Motte where we left Alys Rivers.” Tyrion suggested.

“What's the plan after that? We’ll all be reunited again, but we can’t simply make it up as we go along?” Brienne asked.

Messandei placed a finger on the map, “Everyone who cannot fight or is simply unwilling to, should head further south until things are settled. Perhaps we can establish a haven in Harrenhal. An envoy can be sent to Kingslanding so we can receive aid in obtaining massive shipments of dragonglass, silver, and maybe even more dragonpower. When the time comes we can take down the Night King for good.”

 “Sounds like a plan.” Tyrion looked down to see Eros tugging on his cloak. Eros' soft brown eyes smiled up at him. “I know your mother has been away a lot, but you’ll have plenty of time together when this is over.”

Jon planted a goodbye kiss upon Danaerys before heading out the tent. “Let's go men.”

Somewhere deep in the forest…

Aemond groaned, waking up on his side. Everything ached. He forced himself to sit up regardless of the throbbing pain. He froze when he noticed his horse was on its side, tearing into it was a werewolf with dark shaggy hair. He tried to climb to his feet quietly. He winced in pain, alerting the beast. It threw its head in his direction and flew towards him at impossible speeds. He reached for his sword, but it wasn’t at his hip. He tried to make a run for it, but he could only hobble. Breathless he pushed forward until the bushed rustled. A figure burst from the greenery. Aemond dove to the ground. Behind him he heard the snarling of a ferocious battle. When he turned to look back, he saw that the beast had been slain.

A man with long inky black hair and dark eyes turned his attention to Aemond. “Were you bitten?”

Aemond inspected himself, “No, I don’t believe so.”

The Man came over to inspect the wound on Aemonds side and his damaged ankle. “How long have you been impaled?”

“I got impaled?”

“If you can’t feel the piece of wood protruding from your back then you’re worse off than I’d thought.” The man moved his hand to the wood, “Remain silent or you’ll give away our location.”

The man snatched the wood from Aemonds body and tossed it to the side.

Panicked Aemond stared at the length of the bloodied stick. He held himself, “I’m going to die. Don’t let me die.”

“You’re not going to die.” The man moved Aemonds clothes from his neck and shoulder just enough to bite down on him. Aemond let out a breath, The world started spinning before turning black.

At The Red Keep…

Alicent couldn’t find the strength to climb out of bed. She’d been staring at the wall since she’d found her way to her chambers. When she’d lost Aegon, she was lucky to have gotten him back. This time there would be no magical fix to return her son. Rhaenyra stroked Alicents hair while spooning her. Rhaenyra recalled the heart wrenching pain she’d experienced when Jace had been stabbed to death in these very halls.

“My baby…” Alicent whimpered.

Rhaenyra pressed her lips against Alicents shoulder. “I know my darling.”

“We can’t even hold a funeral. I can’t even say goodbye.” Alicent choked.

Tears streamed from Rhaenyras eyes. “I would do anything to take your pain away.”

They remained together until the sun began to set and the shadows grew long and dark. A few servants entered the room to light some candles for the approaching night. Daemon entered the bedroom quietly, he paused when his wives sat up to look at him.

“I’d hoped you’d fallen asleep.” His voice was soft.

“I can’t sleep knowing my son is out there somewhere, cold, lifeless, and denied a proper funeral.”

Daemon shed his clothes and approached the bed. He positioned himself on the other side of Alicent so that she’d be squished in between her dragon lovers. Slowly they undress Alicent together in the hopes of trying to take her mind off of it. While they couldn’t do anything about Aemonds situation, they could share their love and warmth for her and remind her that she isn’t alone in her pain.

Daemon parted his lips to kiss Alicent. With his thumb he wiped away her tears and mumbled on her lips. She was sweet on his lips. She was surprised at first, but greeted him with her own tongue while Rhaenyra kissed her neck and fondled her supple breast. Alicent moaned against Daemons lips, soaking in every gentle word he whispered to her aching heart. 

Daemon slid his large calloused hand down her tender body. Eager she parted her thighs for her King. He slid his fingers inside of her, pleased at how wet she’d already become. He massaged her, gently at first but slowly adjusting to her growing hunger for more. Rhaenyra shed her own clothes. She moved her hand from Alicents chest to join Daemon down below. In circular motions Rhaenyra massaged Alicents sensitive clit.

 Alicent let out a jagged breath.

Rhaenyra and Daemon exchange glances, she moves away a bit. With one hand he hoists Alicents leg into the air to rest on his shoulder so he could comfortably go down and rest his face between her legs. Alicent cursed when Daemon tasted her, slurping her juices as if it would be the last meal he’d ever receive. He expertly devoured her until her eyes began to roll back. The stimulation was becoming too much to bear.

“Cum for us.” Rhaenyra whispered, kissing and fondling Alicents breasts while Daemon decided to go in with the tongue tornado double finger twist combo. Alicent threw her head back and cried out in pure ecstasy while her body jerked in blissful convulsions.

A knock came to the door. Ser Criston announced himself before entering the room. His eyes were large. “I came as soon as I heard the news.”

Ser Criston came over to stand by their bedside, “Aemond was like a son to me.”

Rhaenyra laid on her back and asked Alicent to sit on her face. Nervous, Alicent squatted over her lovers face. Rhaenyra took her by the hips and forced her down. Criston removed his armor and joined them. Criston eased his way inside of Rhaenyra, letting out an audible gasp. It felt as if she were making a fist around his throbbing cock. He leaned forward and stroked her deeply. Daemon positioned himself with Alicent. He traced her lips with his finger before parting them. Alicent locked eyes with him. When he presented her with his rock hard pulsating dick she gleefully flicked her tongue. Tasting his precum wasn’t enough; she needed him, all of him. She pushed herself to take him deeper, trying not to choke. Daemon moaned while he bobbed on his slippery dick. The taste of him on her tongue and the sensation of Rhaenyra below her sent electricity through her veins. Finding her rhythm and comfort depth she allowed herself to enjoy her King.

Suddenly she remembered Rhaenyra beneath her and tried to lift her hips away, afraid she’d drowned her. She was startled when a strength she wasn’t aware Rhaenyra possessed snatched her back down. Criston cursed while he tried to not fill Rhaenyra with his hot sticky cum. They continued on like this until Alicent couldn’t take it anymore. Her legs shook and she splooshed. Daemon was next, filling Alicents mouth until her lips overflowed with his warm seed. Finally Criston pulled out and burst on Rhaenyras belly, bathing her in his lust. They all cuddled together, panting.

Although both of her holes had been filled and her bed was far from empty, Alicent couldn’t shake the despair in her heavy heart. The hole her son's death created could not so easily be filled.

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Aemond awoke to darkness and the crackling of fire. His pain had completely vanished and he felt better than ever before. He moved his hand to inspect himself, shocked to find himself completely healed, not even a scratch remained on his body. “How am I alive?”

“Lycans heal significantly faster than humans, but not as quickly as vampires.” The man said, stoking the fire.

“Who are you?” Aemond sat up and moved closer to the man. Aemond found it strange that the cold didn’t bother him now.

“I am Lucien.”

“Am I to become a beast as well, Lucien?”

“No, werewolves have succumbed to their curse and have no control over their transformation. I have turned you into a Lycan. You will be stronger, faster, and superior to a human in every way. We do not need the moon to turn, though it does make us more powerful, we can transform any time and any day.”

“So I am still me?” Aemond let out a relieved breath.

“Your diet will have to be adjusted, we require flesh and blood just as our werewolf cousins, however we are not slaves to our hunger.” Lucien looked up at the stars.

“Why’d you save me?”

“If I can save a life and prevent another one of Williams cursed wolves from running rampant I will gladly do both youngman.”

“Young man? You hardly appear to be my senior.” Aemond let out a breath when the bushed moved. A large creature emerged.

Lucien held up a hand, “Be calm, you are a Lycan now, you will not be harmed.”

Aemond tried to relax, but kept his eye trained on it. A few others came from the shadows to gather around the campfire. Aemond remained motionless while they sniffed him, taking in his scent.

They moved away and piled up together to rest.

Aemonds shoulders fell.

“What is your name youngman?”

“I am Prince Aemond Targaryen.”

“Ah a Prince. I’m sort of a royal myself. King of the Lycans, first of my kind.”

“You mentioned someone by the name of William earlier, who is he?” Aemond asked.

Lucien turned his eyes to Aemond, “William is the first werewolf. He is a white wolf consumed by his curse and is a force of reckoning. Someone freed him from his prison, creating a wave of death and a lycanthropic outbreak. My pack and I were searching for him, but he escaped our grasp.”

“How do we stop William from creating more werewolves?”

“If he were dead I’d be able to control them, but he is as powerful as he is elusive. When we finally capture him, there will be casualties but this madness will end.”

“Hmmmn.” Aemond laid down. “We will find William and put an end to him so that the Warden of the North may rest easier. When that task is done, I must go home.”

“Until you learn control, I don’t recommend going home. Besides, werewolves aren’t the only problem.”

“What else is there?”

“I have seen the dead rise from their graves. Only fire seems to be able to stop them. Even that's not a guaranteed solution.”

Aemond sat up, “The undead, do they have eyes as blue as ice?”

“Have you seen them?” Lucien's eyes widened.

“No, I’ve only read about them. Legends of these creatures always surface when the long night comes. Shambling corpses that serve the Night King and his white walkers.”

Lucien sighed, “As soon as we take down William, we must stop the Night King next. It poses a threat to us all.”

“When this is all over I’m going home to my wife and children.” Aemond closed his eye and got comfortable on the ground.

“You have a family.”

“Yes. A Wife, a mistress, and our three children…plus my misteress’ child.”

“Hmmmn sounds like you have a lot of love waiting for you at home.”

“Do you have a family?” Aemond could feel himself drifting to sleep.

“I almost had a family.”

“Almost?”

“The woman I loved was executed by her father when he learned of our relationship. I was forced to watch as she was burned to ashes.”

Aemond opened his eyes and looked over at Lucien. “You have my sympathies.”

“It's fine. It was centuries ago. I have my pack, we’re happy together.”

Aemond continued to stare, “You should kill her father. His life as payment for hers.”

Lucien smiled, “Yes, well Viktor is an Elder Vampire and is not so easily killed I’m afraid. Regardless of my efforts, he still breathes and continues to hunt my people.”

“Did you say Elder Vampire?”

“Yes, now rest. It’s late.” Lucien closed his eyes and laid down as well.

Aemond sighed and stared up at the sky wondering how his family was doing. He needed to find a way to let them know he was alive and well. He closed his eye and drifted to sleep.

Beyond the Wall…

Junette read her messages from her sister on her pipboy. She lifted her eyes and listened to the whistling winds of winter. She couldn’t see anything, but she knew somewhere out there was the Night King and his ocean of undead.

“You look troubled.”

Junette turned to see Arya standing there with her arms behind her back. “I’m worried.”

“Your sister is insane and resourceful, she’ll be alright.”

“She encountered Arcana and Calypso. It could have gone badly.”

“Did it?”

“Did it what?”

“Go badly.”

“No.”

“Then stop obsessing over what could have happened. You need to be in the here and now.” Arya followed Junes eyes into the seemingly endless darkness. “You should rest. Tomorrow we continue our march.”

“We need to march west, Jon and the others will be using a gorge to slip beyond the wall unnoticed.”

Arya blinked, “I know what route they’re taking. I read about it, and heard stories from quite a few of the free folk about it as well.”

Margaery walked up from behind to join them, her winter coat was so thick and layered she would likely be the only one sweating through the winter. “Do you see any movement?”

“Not yet.”

“Good. We must stay ahead of the horde.”

They all sighed.

Margaery offered Junnette a hand, “I’m sure they’re fine. Our companions are very resilient.”

A man ran up to the three of them, “Snow Queen, there was movement on the eastern outskirts of our camp.”

“How long ago?”

“It took me thirteen minutes to get here and warn you.”

“Rally our forces and prepare.”

Everyone goes to their stations. A horn is blown and everyone quickly rouses from their slumber. Junette stares into the darkness ready for anything. “They’re here.”

“How many?” Arya squinted.

Junette squints, “There are only a handful. I can take them out myself.”

Arya sighed, “They must be scouts for the Night King. We must move camp.”

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Somewhere in space…

Markiplier types away on his computer he looks over at you, “Captain y/n there is activity in the fantasy quadrant of the fandomverse.”

You  move closer to the screen, “Can you pinpoint the location?”

Markiplier types rapidly, “I’m on it Captain!” After a moment Mark stops to show you. “Here, there's activity in A song of Ice and fire and Underworld, the two verses seem to be smushing into each other.”

Danny Sexbang looks at you, “I bet its agent Dick Bean. He always had a thing for hot women in milkmaid dresses.”

You cross your arms, “We should report this…but there is not enough information involved yet. Set sail for a song of–There's a crash and a loud noise. The sirens start blaring. “What the hell?”

Danny gets up from the floor, “Cap, we’re under attack!”

“No shit! Who is it?”

Ninja Brian runs to his station to man the guns.

Markiplier gasps, “GalaxyAngel is quickly approaching at 9 o’clock!”

Danny leans over and whispers to Markiplier. Markiplier clears his throat, “Approaching at 9:45 o’clock? I dunno it sounds way kooler to say 9 o’clock.”

You sigh, “Whatever, just get ready for combat.”

Meanwhile…

Aemond and Lucien travel through the vast forests of Westeros. Aemond pauses and looks up when he hears the flapping of wings. His eye grows wide when he recognizes the dragon flying overhead, “Sunfyre!”

Aemond rushes forward, eager to see Aegon but Lucien stops him, “Aemond, we must stay focused! We need–

Aemond slaps Luciens arm away, “I need to let my brother know I’m alive.”

“And what will you do if he says the wrong thing and you lose control? Can you live with yourself if you maul your own brother?”

Aemond hesitates. He keeps his eye to the sky before letting out a frustrated growl. “I can’t wait, he needs to know. I’ll keep my distance.”

“AEMOND!” Lucien shouts, but it's too late. Aemonds already run off. Lucien stands with the rest of the pack not too far behind him. He doesn’t want to risk following Aemond and bringing the others so close to these human establishments. He stands there for a moment debating on what to do next.

Aemond runs with inhuman speed. He's determined to not lose track of Sunfyre. He follows Aegons trail until he's at the edge of the forest. In the distance he can see Winterfell. Aemond only now realizes Vhagar is missing when he sees Aegon land his own dragon beyond the gates. His breath comes in cold puffs like smoke as he approaches. By the time Aemond arrives, Aegon is already beyond the gate and heading towards the Starks castle. Aemond rushes up to the gate then hesitates, he hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“HALT!”

A man approaches and looks him over. “Speak your name.”

“I am Prince Aemond of house Targaryen.”

The man raises a brow. “Right…you went missing some time ago.” The man reaches for his sword. Aemond can smell the silver in the air, just breathing it causes him discomfort. “Before you can enter you must be assessed. Cregan was very strict about avoiding the infection to spread.”

“I’m not sick.” Aemond tries to sound confident but there was just something about the overwhelming smell of silver. He looked around and remembered everyone was equipped with it or wore it. He cleared his throat, the tingling intensifying as the man moved closer.

“Well we can never be too careful. Remove your garments and do a twirl.”

Aemond could feel his patience running thin. He wanted to see Aegon. “I’m not sick.”

The man firmly gripped his sword, “Then you shall not pass.”

Aemond shook with anger and reluctantly removed his clothes. Standing in the snow naked he slowly did a 360, “Satisfied?”

The man eases closer to get a better look at Aemond's bare naked body. He sees there are no bites.

Aemond smirks.

The man raises a pendant. “Final test…touch it.”

Aemond eyes the man. Slowly he bends down to retrieve his clothes and get dressed. “Is this really necessary?”

“TOUCH THE NECKLACE!”

Aemonds face twists with anger at the man's outburst. Every fiber of his being is telling him not to touch it. Just having it so close to him makes him fidget. Aemond rolls his eye over the area, there are quite a few people standing guard. Too many would notice, if he misbehaved.

Aemond lifted his hand and took hold of the necklace. It took all of his strength and control, but he managed to keep a straight face. The man relaxed. Aemond released the necklace and clasped his hands behind his back to hide the burn on his palm. Strained, he spoke, “I want to see my brother.”

Aemond rushes forward as the gates are opened. Once the man is far behind him he lets out a long jagged breath. He follows Aegons euphoric scent through the castle. He pulls on his glove as he walks around, scanning the area in anticipation. A relieved breath washes over him when he sees Aegon standing in the godswood with Cregan. Aegon appears distressed. Aemond goes to hide, waiting and watching until Aegon is alone. Cregan walks away leaving Aegon under the weirwood tree. Aegon falls to his knees.

Slowly Aemond approaches Aegon. “Egg.”

Aegon head snaps and he sees Aemond. He is visibly confused, but also very happy. “Aemond…”

They rush up to each other. Aegon stares up into his eye. “I don’t understand, Cregan told me you were dead?”

“I survived. Clearly.”

Aegon lets out a long breath and smiles, tears burning his eyes in the cold air, “I thought I lost you.”

“You’ll never lose me.” Aemond softly strokes Aegons face. Still smiling, Aegon leans into his touch. Aemond moves his hand you Aegons chin, he runs his thumb over Aegons lips. He can smell the desire radiating from Aegon, the lust burning in his eyes. Desperate for a taste of his lover he leans down to greet his lips. Moaning, Aegon hungrily leans closer.

“You smell divine.” Aemond whispers as he deepens the kiss.

Aegon smiles on his lips.

Squeezing him a bit tighter and moving much closer, Aemond parts his lips to taste Aegons tongue. Aegon moans even when Aemonds touch grows rougher and his kiss more firm. Soon Aemond is holding Aegon so tightly he can barely breathe, his kiss has become feverish.

“Aemond...stop.” Aegon whispers.

Aemond groans and continues as if he didn’t hear him. Fear rises in Aegon's chest and he tries to pull away, Aemond digs his nails into him and holds him in place. Aegon is easily overpowered and rendered helpless. Aemond gently bites Aegons tongue. His blood dances on his lips before he opens his mouth just a bit wider.

“AEMOND!”

Suddenly Aemons pulled away. He snarls as he turns to see Cregan. Lord Stark raises his sword, “Stand down.”

Aemond growls when he speaks, “I am a Prince of House Targaryen and the rider of the largest dragon in the world. Who are you to command me, Lord Stark?”

Cregen smirks, “Speak to me carefully, you are not the one in control here Prince. As for your dragon, she has claims another.”

“Lies. Dragons are loyal to their riders until their very last breath, clearly I’m still breathing.”

“Aye, you are. But everyone with eyes saw your dragon fly off with the witch Veronica.”

Aemond glares, “WHEN I FIND THAT WHORE I'M GOING TO TEAR HER TO SHREDS!!!”

Aemonds muscles tense as he feels himself changing.

Aegon places a hand on his shoulder, “Calm down.”

Aemond breathes heavily. It is taking all of his strength to be calm. So badly he wants to rip someone's head off. “Where is she headed? I’ll hunt the bitch myself.”

“From the direction she was headed, I’ll say Bear Island.”

Aemond tries to push past him, but Cregen taps his chest with his blade. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Move Cregan.” Aemond glares.

“I can’t allow you to leave, you’re a liability.”

“It’s fine Cregan, I’ll take Aemond with me.” Aegon moves closer.

“No. He’s infected.”

“He’s my brother.”

“HE’S NOT YOU BOTHER ANYMORE AEGON.”

Aemond snarls and hackhands Cregan a great distance away before he runs away, easily scaling a cobblestone wall and escaping. The moment he lands on the other side of the wall, arrows are raining down. Aemond races across the snow towards the treeline. Arrows zip by. He manages to make it to the otherside when he feels a pain in his jaw. In the blink of an eye he is flat on his back and gasping for air. Lucien is standing above him, “Get up. We have to move.”

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On Dragon Stone…

Deep in the darkness beneath the castle a figure hums. He walks confidently, maneuvering his way through the maze until he comes across the nest. Vermothor raises his head first. He huffs a warning to the stranger. The man smiles and raises a flute to his lips. He plays a hypnotic tune to soothe the beast. Silverwing wakes and rears her head as well. The figure calmly walks down the winding tunnels, never ending his melody. Mesmerized, the dragons follow his song.

The moon is slowly rising higher into the night sky. The dragons almost coo as they follow him along the sands further and further away from the castle. Grey Ghost also answers the call accompanying Vermithor and Silverwing. A massive black dragon blocks his path. The man recognizes the cannibal and continues to play. In no time this dragon is also under his spell. No longer threatening, the dragon steps aside and allows the man to continue to walk. Massive wings burst from the man's back, together all of the dragons take to the skies guided by his song.

Seeing the cluster of dragons departing the island from his ship, Corlys watches the direction they fly very carefully. As they fly further and further away he comes to conclude they are all crossing the narrow sea.

On Bear island…

Danaerys 

“I can’t stand doing nothing while the others do all the work.” Danaerys paces around. 

Eros plays with some toys on the floor with Messandei. She looks up at Danaerys with kind eyes, “They will return in no time. Until then we all must do our part. Its only been a few days after all.”

“A few days? It's been a week.” Danaerys continues to pace.

“I hear the land is vast beyond the wall and the weather is cruel. The ice and snow is likely slowing their process. Also they must avoid the walkers.”

Eros stops playing with his toys and rubs his eyes. A long yawn escapes his lips. A soft smile spreads across Danaerys’ lips. She kneels and lifts him from the floor. He holds the child to her chest and bounces him. Messandei sees the expression on her face and knows what her friend is thinking. The longing in Danaerys’ eyes speaks volumes.

“Have you told Jon?”

“No…”

“May I ask why?”

Danaerys lets out a sad breath, “It's a miracle I’ve even conceived. Giving birth to a living breathing healthy child…I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

Messandei sits in silence for a moment pondering before she speaks. “You won’t be able to hide it forever. Your belly will swell. Jon will notice eventually.”

Danaerys squeezes Eros. “I know…but for now I just…The witch said I would NEVER have children.”

There's shouting outside. Moments later Arcana steps into the war tent. Danaerys backs away and opens her mouth to shout for help when Arcana raises a hand to still her.

Arcana approaches and takes Eros from Danaerys’ grasp. “I’ll be taking the anomaly.”

Missandei glances at Danaerys then back at Arcana. “Leave him alone. He’s just a child.”

“He shouldn’t exist. I’ve been given orders to bring him to the Elder Council where he will be dealt with.”

Danaerys glares, “How did you find us?”

Arcana smirks, “I used his mothers blood to do a locator spell.”

Missandei’s eyes grow large, “No…”

Arcana sighs, “Agent Cannibal has been eradicated. This world is a mess, so I’ll allow you all to stay here for now. When I return, I’ll undo the mistakes of that traitor.”

Eros bursts into tears as Arcana uses her pipboy to open a portal. The moment she steps through Missandei and Danaerys gasp for air and suddenly regain their mobility. They stare at each other in fear.

In King's Landing a few days later…

“My Queen, your presence has been requested.” A servant bows in Rhaenyras presence.

“Requested? By whom?”

“Lord Strong.”

“What business could he possibly have with me at this hour? Can he not wait for court on the marrow?”

The Servant bows again, “My Queen, he insists the fate of the realm is on the line and he has news for your ears only.”

The Queen sighs and makes her way to the very empty Throne room. She sees a figure standing in the dimly lit room at the foot of the Iron Throne. He turns when she stops a few feet behind him, her Queen's guards stand at her back.

“What is so urgent that it couldn’t wait?”

“Your Grace, the triarchy has risen once again.”

She scoffs, “That's the urgent news? My husband and King Consort Daemon will deal with them quickly and we can return to the true danger at hand, the situation in the North.”

Lord Larys shakes his head, “My Queen they have dragons.”

“That's not possible!” She states.

Lord Corlys bursts into the room and approaches the pair.

“Lord Corlys? What brings you here?” Rhaenyra is visibly concerned now.

“I sailed here as quickly as possible. I didn’t trust sending a raven, if this news arrived in the wrong hands panic would quickly claim the realm.” Corlys eyes Larys before he continues. “The crown's unclaimed dragons Vermithor and Silverwing, have left Dragonstone. They’re headed across the Narrow sea. Rhaena’s dragon, the cannibal, has also departed; at his side is a pale dragon that I presume to be Grey Ghost.”

Rhaenyra held a hand to her heart, “This can’t be. You’re telling that not only one, but 4 large dragons have crossed the narrow sea to aid the Triarchy.”

Larys and Corlys nod. “It seems so.”

“The situation in the north must wait. Surely Cregan will understand. I’ll write to him at once. Call a council meeting, I now declare the realm in a state of emergency.”

Chapter Text

“I’ve delivered the dragons, only there is a problem with one of them.”

Hugh leans against the wall. “What's the problem?”

The man sighs, “One of the dragons is still bonded with their rider. I can feel it.”

“Mmmm…boss isn’t going to like that; I hear dragons are bonded for life. Kill the rider. Problem solved.” Hugh shrugs.

“If I cross the sea again, it’ll be harder to return safely. Missing dragons will have them on edge.”  The man says.

Aevor Silverblood walks up silently, once he’s heard enough, he makes his presence known. “So…you brought me 4 large dragons. I’m impressed with your work Dickbean..”

Dick smirks. “Thanks.”

Aevors face is stoic as it is handsome. “I’ll be claiming the Cannibal for myself. Deal with his rider. Oh, and while you're gone, gather some bastards. These dragons need riders.”

“Of course, King Aevor.”

Aevor finally breaks into a small smirk, “Once you return, we can finally set things in motion.”

Hugh smiles at his half-brother. “Someday soon you’ll sit on the same throne our mothers own father sat on before he ran her off to Essos.”

Aevor nods, “Yes, I will. I just have to take it first…through fire and blood.”

Dragonstone…

Rhaena falls to her knees when her grandfather gives her the bad news. The entire world feels like it's spinning. Once again, she is without a dragon. Once again, she is singled out. Once again, she is useless. A single tear rolls down her face. “How did this happen?”

“We’re not sure how, but the dragons were lured away. Had to be some form of magic.” Corlys sighs. “It's beyond me.”

Rhaena sits in silence, her face is empty, and her eyes are distant. Corlys wants to comfort her but isn't quite sure what to say. He is Valyrian, but not the blood of a dragon, he can’t possibly know what it feels like to bond with a dragon just to have it snatched away. He stands up, “I must go. I will make a trip to Driftmark to get the ships ready. The Realm must be prepared for when the Triarchy sets sail.”

“Of course, grandfather…”

Corlys sighs and helps her to her feet. “I suggest you sail with me.”

“Me?”

“You and Luke will be expected to hold my seat of power Driftmark in case I fall in battle. The Queen has already Ordered Jace and your sister Baela to hold Dragonstone. My wife will remain at the Queens side until Aegon returns. Laenor will also be heading to Driftmark so Lukes dragon isn’t the only one on guard.”

“When will we be leaving?”

“I’ll be leaving in the morning but…” sigh. “You could…take your time. Come when you’re ready.”

“I…Thank you.” Rhaena hugs him tightly. He strokes her hair fondly before he gives her some space. She stares out the window at the sea wondering how her dragon is doing. Corlys passes Laenor. Laenor stops in his tracks when he sees his father leaving Rhaenas chambers. “How's she doing?”

“She’s…” Corlys struggles to find the words. “She could use a fellow rider to comfort her.”

Laenor nods and heads to see his niece. He knocks on the door and waits. It takes a moment but eventually she invites him in. Her soft eyes are soft and he can tell she's on the verge of bursting into tears. He sits nearby and holds her hand. “Talk to me.”

Rhaena sniffles. Her throat suddenly feels tight and speaking seems impossible. As expected, the moment she chokes out the words the tears begin to fall. Laenor pulls her into his arms and lets her cry it all out. When she’s all cried out she finally speaks, “I’m nothing…”

“Nothing?”

“Yes…I’m nothing. Again.”

Laenor pulls away to look her dead in the face. “Rhaena, you were NEVER nothing. You hear me. Having a dragon doesn’t make you somebody.”

“But–

“You were loved and valued by everyone even before you claimed a dragon. You and Baela are all that remains of my sister. You are the wife of Prince Lucaerys Velaryon. You are the daughter of Daemon the King Consort. You are the sweetest person I know and so remind me of your mother in so many ways. You’re brave, kind, smart, loyal, and even if your dragon isn’t here at the moment you still have an unbreakable bond between rider and dragon.”

Rhaena wipes her eyes. “How will I be of any help to anyone? While everyone is risking life and limb I’ll be on the sidelines again.”

“Listen to me. Sometimes the greatest moves don’t happen on the battlefield, but behind the scenes. Words can be just as useful as swords or dragons. Stay safe and do what you can until the day comes when your dragon returns.”

Rhaena smiled and nodded. “I will…”

They hug again when a thought pops into Rhaenas head. “We need to check the vaults.”

“What vaults?”

“I stored away quite a few jars of Aegon and Sunfyres essence when he was cursed. Perhaps the thief used a jar to lure the dragons away.”

Laenor nods slowly, “It's a possibility. Let's check.”

They rise and head down to the underbelly of the castle. Rhaena uses a key to open a heavy metal door to a secret room. The vault is filled with treasures long forgotten from the time when Dragonstone was a lone island and the 7 kingdoms stood divided. Amongst the many treasures were large jars filled with Aegon and Sunfyres essence.

Laenor picks up a jar, “What is this?”

“That's dragon urine from when Sunfyre shared Aegon's curse. Don’t ask how I got it.”

Laenor puts it back. “I won’t.”

He picks up another jar. “And this jar? Clearly it's not Aegon's piss.”

“Careful with that. That's Aegon's sweat.” Laenor carefully sets it down. He picks up a few small vials. “And these?”

“Thats Aegons…um his…thats Aegons…lady juice.”

Laenor makes a face, “Do I want to know how you got this?”

“No…?”

They search the room but nothing appears out of place. Rhaena does however find an old spell book that belonged to Queen Visenya herself. They leave the room after concluding that nothing was taken. They chat on the way back up the tunnels. Rhaena kicks a rat out of the way as they walk. Having Laenor around is comforting. She smiles to herself as they walk when suddenly Laenor stops. “Soemones here.”

He scans the area. “Show yourself.”

A man emerges from the shadows. “Which one of you rides the Cannibal?”

Laenor doesn’t hesitate to speak up, “I do.”

The man draws his sword. “I’ll make this quick.”

“Rhaena, run!” Laenor tries to lure the man away from her by rushing off through the tunnels. Foolishly the man follows. Rhaena runs back the way she came but eventually stops in her tracks. Laenor is unarmed and the tunnels are perilous. The wrong step could be fatal and she was carrying the torch. After a moment of hesitation she hears Laenor cry out somewhere in the dark, she makes up her mind. She turns around and chases after them She follows the sound of their struggles carefully to not misstep and fall into a chasm or crevice. She calls out for Laenor, desperately searching until she finds the men fighting in a clearing. Laenor has found a sword and is keeping his attacker on his toes. The two men fight in a deadly dance amongst jagged rocks and dusty bones. Rhaena opens Visenys book and starts flipping through the pages, there has to be something that can help. Laenor grunts when his leg is slashed but he keeps fighting. Finally she finds a spell that might help.

“AHHGH!”

She looks up to see Laenor has a sword in his belly. 

“NO.”

He looks over to see Rhaena is watching. He groans and pulls himself off of the blade. Seasmoke shrieks, shaking the stone walls. The man looks around confused until a dragon crawls into view, smoke rising from its flared nostrils. While the man is distracted, Laenor comes up behind him and shoves his blade through him. Using the last of his strength and his final breath he utters one word: Dracarys. Reluctantly Seasmoke bathes them both in flames.

News of Laenors death travels fast. Dick knows he's in hot water when he learns that his assassin failed. The man had one job and didn’t do it right. He killed the wrong target and got himself killed. Dick writes a letter to Aevor telling him he will be gone for just a bit longer, but he’s managed to gather the interest of quite a few dragon seeds. Hopefully one of them will be able to claim Grey Ghost. Amongst the gathered bastards is Ulf, who’s destined to claim Silverwing. Dick growls in annoyance after he sends the letter. “If you want it done right. You’ve gotta do it yourself I suppose.”

Dick draws a symbol on the floor of his rented room in the Inn. He chants and taps into baneful magic.

Dragonstone…

Rhaena stands with her family during Laenors funeral. She clenches Visenyas spell book in her arms as her family says goodbye. Corlys and Rhaenys are in shambles having lost their son again. Corlys holds his wife while she cries and curses the gods for their cruelty. Baela holds Jace's hand. He tries to remain expressionless and strong, but he can’t hide the pain in his eyes. Luke inches closer to Rhaena and reaches for her hand, squeezing it.

A strange feeling crept into Rhaena. The sensation resembles thousands of needles bursting from her skin like a pincushion. Her head is suddenly pounding, feeling as if it weighs a ton.

“Rhaena, what's wrong?” Luke moves to hold her. His eyes grow wide seeing blood seep from her nose. “MOM?!”

Everyone looks over to see Rhaena keeling over. It feels as if every fiber of her being is ripped apart. The air is filled with her screams as she thrashes around wildly. Unbeknownst to her, her dragon is also in pain. The cannibal thrashes around wildly spitting flames and slamming itself against the walls of its containment cell. Aevor stands unbothered watching the dragon writhe in pain. The dragon shakes uncontrollably until he finally collapses on the stone floor. Aevor smirks when he senses no bond. He approaches the Cannibal fearlessly and places his hand upon its bloody snout. Its eyes ease open and stare at him. “Jurnegon issa.”

A low rumble can be heard in the dragon's throat.

Aevor speaks much louder and with more authority, “Mazōregon issa hae aōha kipagīros.”

The dragon relaxes and accepts Aevor as his new rider.

Serana walks in. "I hear you need a dragon rider."

Chapter Text

Helaena stared nervously out of the window. A solemn expression painted her face and she couldn’t stop looking at the twins. All day she mumbled that the rats were coming as she fumbled with her fingers nervously. Pacing and whispering to herself she was stuck in an endless loop. She couldn't take it much longer. She stepped out on the balcony for some fresh air. She closed her eyes and tried to gaze into the future. It was a jumbled incoherent mess, infinite timeless crossing and colliding like meteors destroying each other and birthing new possibilities. Helaena had been nervous for the past week since Laenors funeral and Princess Rhaena fell into a deathlike sleep.

The servants quickly alerted Alicent that Helaena was losing it. Assuming her daughter was rattled with paranoia she went to Helaena and tried to comfort her. “It was a shame what happened to Laenor and Rhaena, but Rhaenyra works tirelessly to protect us. We’re safe.”

“The rats are coming.”

“What?”

Helaena suddenly lashes out, “THE RATS ARE COMING.”

“What rats Helaena?”

“They’re inevitable. The dance is inevitable. Our fall is inevitable.”

Alicent places her hands on Helaena and tries to calm her but she continues to mumble about a promise to end the night. “Darling, I believe you need rest. I’ll have the servants bring you a calming tea.”

Helaena pauses, “I don’t want to say goodbye mummy.”

“Not goodbye…just rest.”

The servants run away to go fetch some tea. Alicent tries to get Helaena to sit down but Helaena resists her and scratches and claws while shouting, “The rats are coming. Blood and cheese will mark this castle.”

When the servant girls return they hand over a cup of fresh tea. Helaena stares at the tea and then around the room as if she’s coming back to the here and now. “I don’t want tea.”

“I know dear, but it will help. You need to relax.”

With a long sigh she drains the cup. In moments she's resting peacefully. Alicent stays by her side for hours. When night falls she climbs to her feet and departs. As always, she gathers the children to visit Viserys and Aema before bed. Aegon's cluster of legitimized bastards are the first to arrive, they love spending time with their grandparents. They’re all fascinated by his figurines. After Aegon destroyed the first set during his curse, Viserys had plenty of time to build more.

“Viserys, wheres Laenora?” Alicent looks around.

“She’s with Jacaerys. With Aegon and Aemond both gone, He's the closest she has to a father at the moment.” Viserys coughs into his sleeve. Feeling weak, he lets out a jagged breath before he decides he needs to lay down.

Alicent takes a seat and she places the twins Jaehaerys and Jaehaera on the bed to say goodnight. Aema smiles warmly at the children, but her gaze is distant. Alicent wants to reach out, to ask her what's on her mind, but she decides against it. Dying is no easy thing to come back from, but to be dead as long as Aema before being resurrected must be a new type of trauma. Who could possibly understand? Who could relate? For the time that Aema had been back, she’d been very quiet, to herself. It was almost as if she were in a dream: a walking reverie. Alicent couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was like to wake from the dead to find how life moved on without you.

Aema noticed Alicents stare. Her tired eyes fixated on the Dowager Queen. Alicent averted her gaze, shifting in discomfort. Aema voice was a whisper, “Was he happy?”

“What?”

“You gave him not one, but three sons and another beautiful daughter. Was Viserys finally happy?” Aema forced a smile.

Alicent glances over to see Viserys has already fallen asleep. They Children have now taken over playing with his figurines or his hair. Jaehara is whispering to herself in Valyrian. Alicent returns her eyes to Aema, “He was joyous when Aegon was born, yes. But no matter how many children I birthed…you were always on his mind. There were nights he would call out for you. Times he’d mistaken Helaena for Rhaenyra in his sickly confusion.”

“I see.” Aema looked away.

Alicent works up the nerve to finally ask, “What is weighing on you?”

“This isn’t right.”

“Pardon?” Alicent furrows her brows.

“This isn’t how it's supposed to be. As much as I’ve enjoyed seeing my daughter again and her children…this isn’t what was planned.” Aema stares at the door with a solemn expression. “I shouldn’t be here.”

Alicent places a hand over Aemas. “You’re family. You belong here.”

Aema looks from the door back to Alicent. “Where there is death…there will always BE death.”

The door opens and two unfamiliar men step inside. Alicent rises, “You don’t belong in here.”

Alicent notices the sword on the man's hip.

“Make noise and you’ll regret it. Your Knights won’t arrive before we’ve cut you all down.”

“What do you want?” Alicent reaches for her own necklace. “It's worth a lot of money. Just take it and go.”

“We’re not here for jewelry.” The man is massive and burly. His face is haggard and mostly hidden by his unkempt facial hair. The man drew his sword. “Every single Targaryen in this room is going to die tonight. However, I’m feeling kind. I’ll let you decide the order.”

Aema bursts into tears and begins to beg for the children to be spared.

“Mummy?”

Alicent looks over to see Helaena being brought into the room by another figure. A knife to her throat, her eyes wide.

Cheese chuckles, “It appears one of my rats found us another Targaryen.”

Helaena blinks rapidly as she’s hoping to be dreaming. Her breathing becomes ragged and she looks around frantically, on Jahaerys who is sitting in a corner now, his back against a cupboard.

“The babies…” Helaena whimpers. “I’ll do anything. Just spare them. Take my life in exchange, but please please just let them go.”

“Believe me…I have full intention of claiming your head. However,” In one fell sweep Blood has removed the head of one of Aegon's dragon seeds. “I plan to start with them first. Now…choose who goes next or I’ll choose for you.”

The children scream at the unholy sight.

“SILENCE.” Blood places his blade against Helaenas stomach, “Or I’ll gut her like a fish.”

The room becomes dead silent. Alicent gets on her knees and grovels, begging. Aema tries to wake up Viserys.

“Don’t bother trying to wake him. The rats made sure his bedtime tea would permanently put him out of commission.” Cheese smiles.

“Now…choose who goes next.”

“No…”

“One.” Blood swings his sword again. Another dragonseed drops this time Eloise.

“Choose.”

“Please! Stop!” Alicent sobs. 

Helaena stares in absolute horror, so shaken by fear she’s unable to move.

“Two.” Blood swings again, another body hits the floor.”

The women continue to sob hysterically.

Blood's eyes fall on Jahaerys who is so rattled with fear he’s sitting in a puddle of his own piss.

“Three.” Blood approaches Jaehaerys and raises his sword.

“HIM!” Alicent points her finger to another one of Aegons dragon seeds. “Take him next…not Jaehaerys.”

Blood moves away from Jaehaerys to do away with the next dragon seed. One by one Alicent sacrifices a dragon seed in hopes to buy time. When there are no more dragon seeds, all that remains is Prince Jahaerys, Prince Viserys the younger, Princess Jaehaera, Prince Maelor and Prince Aegon the younger. Alicent is now left between a rock and a hard place. Helaena looks around and realizes Maelor is missing from the group. He has to be here, he’s not in his nursery. Helaena glances at the cupboard that Jahaerys is positioned against and gives him a knowing look. He’s scared, but he's trying to protect his little brother.

Blood reaches for Jaehara next. The little girl stares at her mother helplessly. A scream tears from Helaenas lips and she struggles against her capturer. She screams and begs to be killed.

“I told you. Children first.” Blood looks Helaena in the eyes. “Now. Choose who goes next.”

A distant look overtakes Helaena as if she's being pulled into a dream. Images flash before her eyes and she's lost in a daze. “The road must lead to Daenerys.” She whispers to herself incoherent nonsense. Before Blood makes the choice for her she raises a shaking finger and sobs. Helaens whispers an apology. Jaehaerys stares directly at his mothers shaking finger. In a blink Jaeharys’ life is claimed as well. Cheese has wasted no time in kneeling on the floor, collecting heads to bring back to Aevor.

Blood looks at the women again. “Choose.”

Aema stands abruptly, “Enough! Take me next.”

“I said children first.”

“I don’t care. I’ve had enough of this nonsense. You said to choose. I’ve chosen.” Aema moves to stand by the window.

Blood huffs and approaches Aema. She keeps her chin held high. For a moment she glances at Viserys’ stiff body, then she returns her gaze to the man standing before her.

“It’ll be swift.”

Aema closes her eyes and lets out a shaking breath. Blood raises his sword. He grunts as he swings. At the last minute she ducks and grabs onto the man, thrusting herself and him out of the window. Helaena takes the opportunity to break free from the Rat. Alicent jumps to her feet in an attempt to disarm Cheese. The women scream for help and struggle with their assailants. Jaehara makes a run for it. Helaena grabs Maelor and flees. She sprints down the empty halls screaming for help. She was horrified to see many of the knights motionless on the floor. “Please. Please.” She begs, gripping her child like iron while she sprints. Her heart flutters when help comes around the corner. Daemon is leading the group of gold cloaks with his sword already raised. A maid pointing them in the right direction.

Cheese abandons his rats in an attempt to escape. Most of the Rats are mowed down quickly. Helaena goes to Aemonds bed chambers to hide. She hums and stares at the while, her entire body shaking.

The next week is eerily quiet and yet so hectic. Between the funerals, preparing for winter and the triarchy, the castle is constantly busy. 

Daeron stands outside his sister's door. He isn’t sure what he can say or do, but he pushes inside anyways. Helaena appears disheveled. She's mumbling by the window; it appears as if she hasn’t slept since the blood bath.

“I hear you haven’t been eating?” Daeron breaks the silence.

“I’m not hungry.” Helaena picks at her lip and stares aimlessly.

Daeron slowly approaches.

“Don’t. Don’t come any closer.”

“Helaena–

“No.”

Daeron remains standing in the center of the room. “What happened wasn’t your fault.”

There is a long silence before Helaena speaks. “There was no future with him.”

“Who?”

“Jaehaerys. I was destined to lose him. No matter how hard we fight it…the ending will always stay the same. We’re just characters. Pieces to a puzzle. We can’t choose our destination, only how we get there.”

“I don’t believe in fate.”

Helaena is quiet again. “All roads lead to Danaerys. It's all inevitable. She is inevitable. She and Jon will unite the broken lands and stand against the winds of winter.”

“I don’t understand.” Daeron steps closer.

Helaena looks at him. “Reborn of the salt of the great grass sea Danaerys will wake the dragons from stone. Jon is born of the Ice and Snow, with the winter wolves in the dark alone. A knife in the heart couldn’t stop him, its his fate to be with Danaerys. To unite what's left of our broken house. Theirs is the song of ice and fire, they will end the winter and bring dawn.”

Daeron clings to her every word.

Helaena opens the window and lets in a fresh gust of air. She sniffs her son's blanket, holding it close. “Fire and Ice will save westeros, but the golden dragon will save the fandomverse.”

“Whose the golden dragon?”

“Tell Aegon to trust the cannibal witch, she will save him from himself.”

“What witch?” Daeron stand confused.

Helaena returns to mumbling. For a moment she steps to close to the edge of the window. Daeron closes the space between them to stop her. She blinks a few times. Its as if shes looking at the room for the first time. She steps away from the window and resumes muttering. She paces then suddenly stops. “Aegons home.”

Daeron opens his mouth to speak, but outside he sees Sunfyres golden scales glistening in the morning light. He sighs. “I’ll update Aegon on what he’s missed.”

Helaena returns to mumbling and pacing, whispering about a prince promised.

Daeron goes to meet Aegon at the gate. A broad smile plastered to his face, “Our brother lives Daeron. Aemond he’s alive. I met with him briefly in Winterfell.”

Daeron forces a smile. “Thats its…great news brother.”

“Why do you look so grim? I thought you’d be happy to know Aemond is alive.”

“I am happy brother, but…”

“But what?” Aegon removes his gloves.

“A lot has happened since you left.” Daeron starts walking. “Come. Walk with me.”

Aegon is led to the family crypt where Daeron discloses everything. He speaks of Vermithor, Silverwing, Grey Ghost, and the Cannibal all going missing. He tells him of Laenors murder and Rhaena falling into a death-like sleep. Aegon stomach twists hearing this, but when he hears of blood and cheese, his heart feels like it has sunk into the floor. Daeron tells him that their father Viserys is dead, poisoned by his bedtime tea. Aegons dragon seeds are dead, Rhaenyra is mourning the loss of her mother again. Helaena has lost her mind after losing Jaehaerys. Alicent has been on bed rest, healing from her wounds after resisting her assailants. Larys is working on hiring new maids to replace the ones that had been discreetly slaughtered that night. Daemon has boosted security and sworn in some new knights to replace the ones that had been lost that night due to the assassins. Laenora is still with Baela and Jace on Dragonstone. Lastly Daeron tells him Jaehaera hasn’t been taking the loss of her twin very well either, she's isolated herself. None of the surviving children smile or play anymore.

Aegon flees from the crypt to find Jaehaera. She's sitting on the floor in her chambers staring aimlessly into space. Aegon swoops down to hold her. He kisses her head and rocks side to side. At first it's as if Aegon isn’t even there, but soon she sinks into his embrace. He pets her hair and sings to her. She holds him tightly, but all light has left her eyes.

Aegon stays with her until the sun is low in the sky and she’s fast asleep in his arms. He doesn't dare budge. It's as if he's rooted to the floor. The door opens and Larys steps in.

“My Prince…the last of the rats and cheese have been caught.”

Aegon stares aimlessly into the darkness. “Hang the rats…bring cheese to the dungeon. I want to see him.”

“Yes…of course.”

Aegon tucks Jaehaera into bed before he ventures into the dungeons. The cells are dimly lit and rank. Aegon moves quietly, stiffly. His face is expressionless, but his eyes are burning like wildfire. He steps into the cell where the man is chained. Cheese sings like a canary in hopes to save his own skin. He says he was hired by a man named DickBean to take the heads of the Targaryen broods and their mothers. Aegon doesn’t utter a word while the man spills the beans on all that he knows about Dickbean, which isn't much.

“Is that everything?”

“Yes. Yes, that's all that I know.”

Aegon reaches for a spiked mace. The man's eyes go wide. “NO PLEASE I TOLD YOU THAT'S ALL THAT I KNOW.”

 “I believe you.” Aegon calmly palms the mace, “But it's not enough to save you.”

“NO PLEASE–

Aegon slams the mace into the man's skull. Grunting and growling like a feral beast Aegon unleashes a flurry of bashes until his hands are slick with blood. Long after the man is dead Aegon continues on and screams into the stiff air. Once he's satisfied he leaves without a word. Once he's alone in his chambers he takes his frustration out, screaming and shouting to himself. No one dares to enter his chambers in fear of facing his wrath.

Aegon stands in the middle of the disheveled room huffing and puffing when he hears a small knock at his door. “Go away.”

There is silence then he hears the door open anyways. He growls and spins around quickly, “I SAID GO AWA–He grows quiet seeing who is standing in the doorway. His heart pounds in his chest. Helaena walks over to him hesitantly. She sees his hands are stained with blood and his eyes are puffy from the tears. She’s holding Jaehaerys blanket against her chest. Aegons eyes soften immediately upon seeing her. He turns away from her and tosses the mace to the side. He tries to wipe the blood from his hands, but he knows that she’s already seen it.

She walks up behind him. “You’re back.”

“I never should have left.” Aegons voice cracks.

“It hurts…but there was nothing you could do to prevent it.”

“I should have been here.”

“You’re here now.” Helaena places Jaehaerys blanket on a table. “You will be there when the fandomverse needs you the most. You will go beyond ice and fire. Your fate is so much more complicated in this timeline. You’ll be more than yourself.”

Aegon turns around suddenly and kisses Helaena, silencing her. He cups her face. “Aemonds alive.”

“I know. He still has a role to play in all of this. He has yet to reach his final chapter.”

“How do our stories end?”

“We’re dragons Aegon…it will always end in fire and blood.”

Helaena holds his hand. “Except yours.”

“Like the dragons, I will fall no matter what. Aemond will be swallowed in the eye of the gods, dragons will stop singing, and you…you will see victory.”

Aegon kisses Helaena deeply. “I don’t want victory if my family isn’t there with me.”

“Your family will be with you…Always and Forever.”

Chapter Text

Alice listens to the winds. “Hmmmm…interesting.”

“What is it?” A woman asks.

Alice turns to the rest of the group. “Go ahead to Harrenhal. I will meet with you there. There is something I must do first.”

“You shouldn't be alone. Not in times like this.” a fellow traveller says.

“No ones ever truly alone, not in forests this old.” Alice ventures off on her own. For days she follows the wind, sees visions in the clouds, and ripples of things to come in puddles.

Somewhere in the forest…

Aemond shifts constantly, unable to sleep. He can still smell Aegon's scent, he can still taste Aegon on his tongue. He sits up and goes for a walk, the hour is late and though the forest would normally be pitch black, his lycanthropy gives him the ability to see well in the dark. Restless he walks aimlessly, never venturing too far from camp.

He closes his eyes and he can feel her, Vhagar is far away but he can just barely feel her. He stops. He knows he should stay with the group. But he desperately wants to find his dragon and take back what is rightfully his. Yet a part of him tells him to stay with the pack. He angrily storms through the forest trying to sort out his brain when he gets a whiff. His pupils dilate and his feet move on their own. Drawn like a moth to flames his sharp nose leads him to a small encampment. He inhales sharply and stops on the edge. “No. Turn back and rest with the others.”

His insides feel like their churning, the beast within is desperate to escape. He growls and forces his legs to move. Stiff he begins to retreat when he's hit with a delicious wave that stops him in his tracks. “Keep going Aemond.”

He takes another step.

“Hello?”

Aemond freezes upon hearing the voice. He doesn’t bother turning. “I stumbled here by accident. I was just leaving.”

“You look rather thin…are you hungry?”

“No…I’m fine.” Aemond wants to move but his legs feel like they weigh a ton.

“There's plenty of food here. You can have a bite. My mother made fish.”

“No.” Aemond sinks deeper into the shadows. Behind him he hears more footsteps and then a voice.

“Stay back stranger.” The man shouts.

Aemond freezes. “I mean you no harm.” He holds his breath and starts to walk away a agin.

“STOP RIGHT THERE.”

Aemond stops.

“TURN AROUND AND SHOW YOURSELF. MY SON HERE IS FAR TOO FRIENDLY. I MUST ENSURE YOU DIDN’T TAKE SOMETHING THAT DOESNT BELONG TO YOU.”

Aemond opens his mouth to speak when he is hit with another mouth watering wave. Somewhere in one of these tents a woman is bleeding. He is shaking violently now, desperate to stay in control. Aemond tries to walk away, but the man approaches him quickly insisting he check his pockets. Agitated, Aemond turns quickly and swats the man away. Only when he sees the blood does he realize his mistake.

Aemond raises a shaking hand. His claws are warm and slick. His heard is pounding in his ears and the enture world has been muted. In this moment all he knows is his hunger and the unyielding rage thats been burning inside him since he woke up as a Lycan. He lets out the breath hes been holding. Again that smell of blood and fresh, warm, lively meat filled him. He blinks and everything goes dark.

When he opens his eyes the sun has risen and the birds are singing. He’s naked and caked in blood in grime. Peering around he lets out a horrified gasp. Everyone was slaughtered in the night. Every man, woman, child, and even the animals were mangled and minced. He cries out in horror and walks around the camp hoping at least someone got away. He is only met with severed limbs and blank stares. He closes his eyes and tries to collect himself. He repeats over and over that he's sorry. He's so tangled in his own despair he doesn’t even notice he’s being watched. Aemond stands up and does his best to collect the severed parts and piece these poor people back together. His hands are shaking and he’s breathing heavily trying to keep himself calm amongst the blood and gore. Once they’re all assembled he digs  a deep grave for all of them. Hours have passed and he still doesn’t feel any better.

“Quite a mess you made.”

Aemond's head snaps toward the voice. He sees a woman with strong features standing nearby with raven colored hair and pale skin.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He says.

She scoffs. “I belong to the forest more than you do.”

Aemond rolls his eyes and resumes his work. The woman approaches taking in the sight.

“You need to leave.” Aemond growls.

“I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. The winds brought me here for a reason.”

“Leave.”

She bends over to pick up a piece of jewelry, a beaded bracelet that had fallen from a severed hand. “You lack discipline….control.”

“I SAID TO LEAVE.” Aemond turns around suddenly, shifting between beast and man as he approaches her. She stands her ground never breaking away from his gaze.

“No.” She calmly says, staring up into his face.

He reaches out and wraps his massive clawed hand around her throat. “Do you have a death wish?”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Then you are a fool.” Aemond gives her throat a squeeze.

“I’m many things but I am no fool.” Completely unintimidated, she continues to speak calmly and collectively. “There are creatures in this world that are terrifying beyond measure, you aren’t amongst them.”

Staring into her face he can see her resolve, with a deep breath he takes in her scent. She is absent of fear, unlike most she doesn't reek of terror. “You’re an odd woman.” He relaxes and lets her go. “I don’t want to kill you. Please go away.”

“Where's your pack?” She steps closer.

Aemond only meets her with a long silence. She steps up to him and reaches out for him. He flinches but allows her touch stroke his ivory fur. Her presence is calming, like a soothing balm on a burn. He closes his eyes, his heavy shoulders relax and he sinks into her touch. Again he shifts, returning to his mundane form. He raises a hand to cover hers. Even in his human form he makes her appear small.

“There you go.” She smiles.

“You truly aren’t afraid of me, even after seeing what I’ve done.”

“You are ruled by your emotions, by your curse. But there is hope. You’re not evil. Evil men don’t mourn their victims nor do they strive so hard to reassemble and bury them.”

“Who are you?” Aemonds voice is low and sultry.

“Alice Rivers.”

“Mmmm a bastard.”

“Ouch.” She feigns hurt. “Does the circumstance of my birth bother you?”

“No.” Aemond opens his eyes and touches her dark hair.

She stands there awkwardly allowing him to touch her hair.

“You’re a Strong…like my nephews.”

“That obvious?”

Aemond sighs and moves away. “Why are you out here alone?”

“A friend told me I was needed. So I came.” Alice helps him dig a grave. “Heleana has been quite worried.”

“You know Helaena?” Aemond perks up.

“Yes.” She places a body into the hole. “She knows you have a role to play in all this even with the jumbled mess that's become of our world.”

They spend the rest of the day cleaning the camp and burying bodies. When all is done she dusts off her hands and walks off. “Let's find your pack. It's a long ways to Harrenal.”

On Driftmark...

Luke sits by Rhaenas bed holding her hand when he hears the shuffling of feet. The door flies open to reveal a breathless courier, “MY PRINCE.”

Luke jumps to his feet. “What is it?”

“A dragon has been sighted near Tarth a few nights ago..”

“WHAT? WHERE? IS IT THE CANNIBAL?”

The man shakes his head, “We can’t say for sure, it was night but it is quite possible.”

Luke feels a sense of relief. “Perhaps the others will return as well. Alert my mother and brother immediately.” Luke kisses Rhaena’s cheek and rushes out the castle. Mounting Arrax he takes to the skies in hopes to guide the lost dragon home. The sun is already setting, but this doesn’t deter him. He is all fired up and determined to make his family's dragon horde whole again. Most importantly, he hopes bringing the Cannibal home will awaken Rhaena from her death-like sleep.

He flies bravely, even when he grows closer to the storm brewing in the distance. He keeps his eyes peeled searching every which way for where the dragon could be. Squinting through the heavy sheets of rain he eventually catches a glimpse of a large figure in the sky illuminated only by flashes of lightning. He approaches with excitement. The beast is not the Cannibal as he’d hoped but Vermithor the bronze fury. He shouts into the wind calling for the dragon. When the dragon circles around, the hair on Luke's body raises. Fear fills Luke's chest when he sees a small figure in the saddle. Turning tail, Luke flees. He must warn his family, someone has claimed Vermithor. Arrax is fast, but not fast enough. Vermithor catches up quickly, his powerful jaws snipping and snapping so close. Luke screams into the wind but continues to maneuver through the skies. He flies low between rocks where Verrmithor cant fit then changes course in hopes to lose him. He keeps his eyes up for a while before he ascends again. Arrax flaps his wings as hard as they can go desperate to get home. He hears the flapping of wings and spots Silverwing nearby searching the area for him. When she spots him, she races straight towards him. Luke tries to remain calm and avoid Silverwing. Unfortunately he doesn’t notice Vermithor ambushing him from his side. He barely has time to scream before powerful jaws lock down around Arrax. Luke falls from the saddle down towards sharp jagged rocks and into the treacherous waves, what's left of Arrax falls with him. 

Rhaenys lands her dragon and returns to her castle. Her husband is awaiting her, sitting with Princess Rhaena who is now very awake.

“Rhaena…youre awake.” She rushes over to embrace her granddaughter. 

“It's a miracle.” Corlys smiles.

Rhaena shakes her head, “No, it was Luke. I heard his voice and…Where is he?”

“The boy went to investigate a lead on the missing dragons. A dragon, perhaps your Cannibal, was spotted near Tarth. I applaud his bravery, but he shouldn’t have gone alone. When he returns I will speak to him on the matter.” Corlys sighs.

Rhaenys smiles and kisses her granddaughter's hand, "I agree dear Husband. I will fly with him next time."

Chapter Text

“What do you want?” Danaerys turns to face Calypso. Her eyes wander the room waiting for Arcana to appear, she doesnt.

“I’m not your enemy Danaerys.” Calypso moves closer.

Danaerys scoffs, “Your companion took an innocent child to be killed or imprisoned. You’ve been hunting my friend Junette and Veronica since forever. You ruin every plan and effort we make to create a better world and yet you claim to be in the right.”

“The child is an abomination and the rogue agents are criminals.”

“Best you leave. We have nothing to talk about.” Danaerys turns her back.

Calypso sighs, “What can I do to show you that I’m not your enemy?”

“Return Eros alive and well.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Then leave.” Danaerys raises her chin. Her sworn swords are eager and ready to fight as they draw their blades.

Calypso glances at the table to see a map with some markers. “I’ll be on my way.” She walks away pausing outside of the tent before she makes her choice.

“RUN RUN RUN!”

Jon rushes the others to hurry to the bridge. He draws his sword and readies himself, prepared to buy some time for the evacuation. Aria joins him along with a few others. A cluster of undead had broken off from the horde and pursued the team all the way to the gorge.

“You should go Aria, there's a good chance we won't survive this.” Jon tightens his grip on his sword.

Aria smirks, “Death comes for us all…but not today.”

Tormund lets out a battle cry as they rush into battle. The air is filled with the clash and with the snarls of the undead. Time becomes skewed, no one is sure how long they’ve been fighting, only that their body is aching and their hearts are racing. Finally they hear Margaery announce that they call pass.

“GO! I’m right behind you.” Jon shouts.

Everyone hurries across the bridge except Tormund. “Not without you. Let's go.”

Huffing and puffing, Jon keeps holding them off. Only then does Tormun notice he’s injured. He curses, “I was saving these.”

Tormund fishes in his pockets to reveal some homemade dragonglass frag grenades. He tossed them and grabbed Jon and made a break for it. With an iron grip he throws Jon onto the bridge. “HOLD ON TIGHT!”

Tormund slashes the ropes so the undead can’t follow them across. They climb up the severed bridge. Tormund looks back at the explosion.

“AVALANCHE!” Tyrion shouts.

Junette, who's been at the front leading the Wildlings looks back seeing the snow and ice rolling. Though she’s not as powerful as her sister Veronica, she doesn’t have the time to hesitate. She raises her hands and chants creating a protective barrier. She grunts and growls. “There's too many of us…” June keeps her hands up pushing herself harder, wishing her sister was here to help. “I can’t do this alone.”

“You’re not alone Agent Kai.” Calypso comes seemingly from nowhere. She raises her hands and chants with her, expanding and fortifying the barrier. Bjorn eyes Calypso and Junette but says nothing. Tyrion eyes them as well, shifting nervously. Once the snow has settled and silence falls everyone finally relaxes their shoulders. Version drops down to greet Tyrion. Rhaegal circles above searching the numbers for Jon.

“That was a close one.” Calypso breathes. “We should hurry back though.”

“We?” Junette crosses her arms.

“I know we haven't been on the best terms, but I mean well Agent Kai.”

“Just because you helped me save everyone doesn’t mean anything. We’re still enemies.”

“I don’t want us to be enemies. I just want to fix the Fandomverse.”

Tormund throws Jon over his shoulder. “Shut up. We’ve got to get everyone to safety and we’re currently up here with no way down due to the snow slide. Fight each other later.”

Calypso approaches Jon, “I can heal him.”

“We have our own witch and healers.” Tormund retorts.

“They’re not as good as me.”

After a moment of hesitation, they allow it. Once he’s able to stand on his own he looks around. “We need to get down from here. Safely.”

“I’ll help make a path.” Calypso volunteers.

Jon nods then shoots a look at Junette. “Let's make a path.”

Danaerys is pacing restlessly. “It's been too long. They should’ve returned by now.”

Brienne sighs, having just returned from watch, “The terrain is treacherous, I’m sure it slowed them down a bit but have faith. The Gods will ensure they will return.”

“Faith in the Gods? Do you think it's faith in the Gods that has gotten me this far in life? No. It's faith in myself and those I trust. And right now all I know is–

“THE KING HAS RETURNED.” Someone shouts outside.

Danaerys relaxes, “Jon.”

Brienne gives a knowing smile. Danaerys rushes outside to greet the others. The ground shakes as Rhaegal and Viserion land. Dismount quickly Jon rushes over to Danaerys, pulling her into his arms. Tormund runs over to Brienne in a romantic attempt as well, but Brienne side steps, allowing him to fall into some snow. Greyworm and Missandei greet Tyrion.

Danaerys looks around, “Where is the army of wildling?”

Jon sighs, “Junette is leading them to Deepwood to meet with Alys.”

“No. Alys left Deepwood long ago to go to Harrenhal.”

“Then we go to Harrenhal. Tyrion flies to Junette and tell her we’re going to Harrenhal. You and your dragon will back the army.”

“Sure, Viserion is tired of all this snow and I’ll be able to check in on Ronnie on our voyage south. No doubt Eros misses his mother.”

Danaerys gets quiet for a moment, “Eros is gone.”

“What do you mean he’s gone?”

“Arcana came. She took him.”

The silence is deafening.

Jon speaks up. “Tyion, you need to go to Junette, fly behind her army. Danaerys will fly behind ours. I’m going to talk to Bran and find Veronica. Everyone is to meet up at Harrenhal.”

Across the Narrow sea…

“You were told not to engage.” Aevor shifts in his seat.

“He would have reported back to the others. I had no choice.” Hugh bows his head.

“Hmmm…well it seems we’ll have to move things much quicker than I’d hoped. You will fly with Ulf to Longtable. Claim it. Claim its resources. My army will be yours to command until I summon you.”

Ulf elbows Hugh, “We make the perfect team, this'll be easy. It will.”

Hugh grunts, “What about Dickbean and the other rider Serrana?”

“They have their orders, and you have yours.”

Meanwhile in a not so distant alternate future…

Queen Sansa stands on the balcony overlooking the city. The winds of winter whip her fiery hair wildly. “I pray that Jon and the others are alright.”

“They are fine, sister.” Bran blinks back to reality.

“Will we be fine? Everyday we grow closer to our own demise. The Night King–

“Once their mission is complete Sansa, our entire reality will change for the better. What happens here doesn’t really matter until they accomplish their task.”

Sansa sighs and stares into the distance. “I hope they hurry.”

Somewhere in the fandomverse in the fantasy quadrant…

“Captain y/n our ships took a bit of damage. I suggest we land and call HQ for repairs.”

You nod your head, “Great idea Mark III, Notify Mark Prime of our coordinates. We’re going to land in the nearest fandom.”

Mark III types away, “Alright so the nearest fandom is Twighlight and Nosfaratu…we’re in the vampire section.”

You look over and see Mark III has already changed outfits. “Mark…What are you wearing loca?”

“Do you like it Cap?” He looks down at himself before he flips his majestic hair, “This is the skin of a killer Captain.” Mark III is one digit away from typing in some coordinates.

You laugh. “Alright, fuck it. Let's go to Twilight. We’ll park the ship, cloak it, and grab a bite to eat.”

“I was hoping you’d say that captain, not because I’m a huge twilight fan and I prefer it over Nosfaratu or anything but in the grand scheme of things I’d rather be in a fandom where I can grab a burger at any inconvenient hour.”

Chapter Text

“So this is Harrenhal…” Aemond peers up at the castle.

“You look disappointed?”

Aemond turns to Alice, “I've heard the superstitious horror stories of this castle. I was honestly expecting…more.”

Lucien eyes the castle, “It reminds me of Viktors castle…”

Alice walks into the building, the Lycans and werewolves remain outside. Lucien clears his throat, “Thank you, but many of my companions aren't ready to be so close to people again yet.”

“I understand. Regardless, you are all welcome guests here.” Alice walks away.

Lucien glances over to Aemond, he notices the way Aemonds eye lingers on Alice's figure for a bit too long.

“You’re staring Lucien.”

“I’m aware.”

“Whatever is on your mind, say it.” Aemond finally turns to face him.

Lucien smirks, “For the time we’ve been together I’ve never been able to help you control your anger, your beastly nature. But this woman has tamed you rather quickly.”

“Make your point.”

Lucien is unbothered by Aemonds sharpness, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“No. Such beliefs are for children.”

“Well…sometimes, not often, but sometimes a strange phenomena happens to vampires and werewolves, perhaps even other monsters. An invisible force that draws people together in a way that can’t so easily be understood. A love that seems to have been written in the stars, fated.”

“I don’t believe in fate.” Aemonds tries to maintain his stoic facade.

“We’re all characters in a story watching the fandomverse collapse around us and you don’t believe in fate? You don’t believe the possibility someone was literally made for you?”

“If we believe in things like fate then we must believe that free will is an illusion. My life is not my own and everything is beyond my control.”

Lucien smirks, “You’re part of the pack. I can feel your conflict. You are drawn to her but you already have a wife, children, and a mistress back home.”

Aemond clenches his jaw and averts his gaze.

Lucien smirks, “The heart is a complicated thing.”

Aemond is left standing alone when Lucien walks off as well heading to set up camp alongside the castle with the other Lycans.

Aemond enters the castle, Samuel sees him and stands at attention, “Prince Aemond?”

Aemond slinks along the room taking everything in. “I need ink and a quill; I’m going to be writing to my family.”

“Yes of course.”

“Also…” Aemond picks a grape from the table's platter, “Find me a room that isn’t wet as a whores ass.”

Kings Landing…

“Your Grace! Letters have arrived from Harrenhal.” The courier rushes in, interrupting the war council meeting.

Daemon rolls his eyes, “What now.”

Rhaenyra takes the letters, “They’re from Aemond.”

“I told you he was alive.” Aegon forces a smile though his head is pounding. Everything feels too loud, too bright.

Alicent raises a brow, “Why would he take refuge at Harrenhal instead o f coming home?”

Aegon wipes the sweat from his face, “Aemond’s become a Lycan. He’s keeping his distance until he can control it.”

Rhaenyra reads, “Apparently he’s found someone to help him control it. He feels more like himself every day thanks to the Lady of the Forest.”

“Lady of the Forest?” Daemon scoffs, “Is my Nephew frolicing in the woods with Wildlings now?”

Aegon wipes more sweat from his face, he feels like his skin is on fire and he can barely focus. “What does it matter? He’s getting better. Soon he’ll be able to come home.”

Rhaenys sighs, “Hopefully he will be well soon. We need Vhagar at our side.”

Daeron stares at Aegon, he notices how profusely he is sweating and his pupil dilation. He decides to stay quiet on the matter for now.

“Vhagar is not at Aemonds side, she was stolen.”

“By the dragon charmer?!”

“No, a witch named Veronica who is also known as the Cannibal, but no relation to the dragon the Cannibal.” Aegon notices Daeron staring at him.

“We can’t win this war without Vhagar. Our enemy had Vermithor, the Cannibal, Silverwing, and Grey Ghost at their disposal. Seasmoke has no rider and…” Rhaenyra stops herself before she mentions Luke.

Daemon straightens his back, “I will fly to Harrenhal, collect Aemond and we will reclaim Vhagar together.”

Daeron speaks up, “I’ll come with you.”

Rhaenyra shakes her head. “No. While Daemon aides Aemond, you will travel west to Casterly Rock. Lord Lannisters is moving his army east to support our cause. After Vhagar is returned Daemon and Ameond will rally the Riverlands.”

Aegon, “I should go with Daemon.”

“No. You look like you need to rest.”

Ser Cirston grabs Aegon before he faints. “Let's get you to bed.”

Aegon is taken to his chambers. He lay in bed squirming and clenching at his stomach. A tiny knock comes to the door. Laenora enters, “Mommy?”

Aegon straightens up in bed and pretends to be fine, “Hey.”

She takes a step closer. Aegon raises a hand, “Hey, I’m feeling unwell. Why don’t you go find Jahaera.”

“But…I miss you.” Laenora comes closer.

“I know…I know.” Aegon climbs out of bed to kiss his daughter on the head. “I don't want to get you sick.”

She wipes the damp hair from Aegons face. “Ok.”

Aegon watches her leave, closing the door behind her. He walks over to the mirror and stares at himself, his eyes are glowing a vibrant yellow. “What did you do to me?”

Crawling back in bed he tries to rest for the rest of the day. Grunting and growling, Aegon shakes as the moon begins to rise. He can feel the beast within dying to get out, clawing just below the surface. He opens his eyes when he feels he’s no longer alone. Laenora has crawled into bed with him. She places her teddy next to him and brushes his hair.

“What’re you doing?”

“Making you feel better.” She ‘fixes’ his hair.

“I don’t want to get you sick.”

Laenora forces her teddy into his arms and then wipes his sweaty skin. She cracks open a book and tries to read to him a bedtime story. Aegon can’t help but smile at his precious baby as she attempts to help him get over his illness. In the end all her efforts only result in putting herself to sleep.

Once the moon reaches its apex he feels like he can’t hold back any longer. He shakes her awake. “Go to Jahaera and Helaena.”

She stirs but doesn't wake.

Sweat pours down his face. He closes his eyes. He opens them when he hears his bones cracking. He shakes and climbs out of bed. Going to the corner of his room and stops fighting it, his beastly form taking over. Laenora rubs her eyes and sits up in bed. She goes still when making eyes contact. She looks around for Aegon, but the bed is empty. Grabbing her teddy she scoots away as Aegon draws closer. With nowhere to run or hide she remains rooted in place. She stares deeply into the creatures eyes and slowly relaxes. She reaches out slowly. Aegon inches closer and bumps her tiny hand with his snout.

“Are you ok?”

Aegon nods, his eyes shifting to its usual color as he regains composure. His desire to not hurt his daughter is stronger than primal hunger. Remembering his training from his cursed days he reigns in his emotions and quickly gains control of himself.

“I knew you would be different.”

Aegon turns to see Helaena standing in the doorway.

“You can control it.”

“I can control it.” He smiles.

Helaena smiles and comes to sit with him. “Never forget this moment. Never forget the power you have over yourself and most importantly never forget who you are.”

“I won’t.”

“Good, you will need to remember restraint when you are far away someday and I can’t be there for you.”

Regardless of the full moon Aegon shifts back. “I won’t forget this.”

Helaena smiles. Jahaera peeks into the room.

“It's okay Jahaera, you can enter.”

Helaena stares at Aegon and the childrens fondly before her eyes go unfocused. Another future being rolled out before her eyes.

Chapter Text

Junette sits by the fire, most of the camp is fast asleep while the night crew keeps watch. Tyrion arrives some time ago, filling her in on everything she missed. “Veronica is gonna go ape shit when she finds out her son is gone.”

“I know…” Tyrion sighs.

“Where is she? We should have seen a sign of her at some point right?”

“I have no idea where she is. Last I saw she was with Vhagar and a woman named Selene.”

June stares into the fire, “Please be ok.” She wants to use her pipboy to try to locate her but that could send a signal to the guardians of the fandomverse and bring more problems.

A letter is expelled from the fire. She snatches it up and reads it. “It's from my sister!”

“What does it say?”

“She’s alive. She’s already in the Riverlands. She’s headed towards the Crownlands.”

“She’s in the Riverlands? Where? Why?”

Harrenhal…

Aemond walks up behind Alice. She's standing eerily still, her hand placed on the Weirwood tree. He stands there, patiently waiting for her to finish her business.

“Come to stare prince?”

“You spend a lot of time at this tree.”

“Yes…and?”

“Why?” He steps closer. “What's so special about it that draws you in every night.”

“You aren’t ready for the answers you seek.” She pulls her hands away. The moment she turns she finds herself face to face with the Prince…well sort of. He towers above her in height. He gives her a smirk.

“You’re an odd one.”

Aemond laughs, “That's rich.”

The two lock eyes.

“Your thoughts are loud. Speak your mind.”

His eye drops to her lips for a moment. “Do you believe in fate?”

“I believe we were all put here for a reason: big and small. Not everyone is meant for grandeur, but even the lowest of low people have a purpose.”

Aemond, “So we have true freedom of choice in our lives, everything is predetermined.”

“No. While we are meant to fulfill a goal, the road to that goal is ours to pave.”

Alice’s scent is so sweet, her presence is warm and welcoming. He can’t seem to keep himself from moving closer to her, trapping her between the tree and his own body. “You speak with so much certainty.” He brushes a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering longer than they should.

“I have a role in this…as do you.” She breaks away by ducking under his arm.

“And what would that be?” Aemond grabs her hand. She's startled by how gentle his touch is. She hesitates for a moment. “Have you ever heard of the Song of Ice and Fire?”

“No.”

She sighs. “You have a part in it…WE have a vital part in it.”

“Which is?”

She meets his gaze. Alice moves closer fearlessly to place a hand on his chest. She can feel his heart quicken beneath her fingertips.

Aemond jolts when he hears the flapping of wings and a dark shadow falls upon them. Looking up he sees Vhagar soaring across the sky. He moves away, eager to chase after his dragon, Alice hesitates before she stops him. He snaps his head to face her.

“Vhagars will be yours again. You two were always meant to fly as one.”

“I can’t lose her.”

“She won’t go far. She will land soon and rest for the night.”

Aemond is torn between going to his dragon and staying put. Slowly he allows himself to step back towards her. When she smiles he has to look away, “You look like someone I know.”

“Lucerys.”

“Yes. He’s my nephew. He has a smile not too different from yours.”

From the corner of his eye he catches a glimpse of a boy with dark hair. He whips around to find no one there.

“Seeing ghosts?”

Aemond shakes his head. “I don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Hmmm…I’ve heard many men say that. After enough time here, they’re all believers.”

Aemond continues to stare into the night. “My nephew isn’t a ghost.”

Alice lowers her lashes and whispers, “He will always be a ghost.”

Aemond sees the dark haired boy again. Luke looks over his shoulder at him before entering the castle. Aemond rushes in after him. Alice allows him to pursue, taking her time. Aemonds long legs allow him to stride through the damp dark halls with ease. Makeing twisting turns he eventually finds himself in his bed chamber. Luke is standing by the fire turned away. He walks over and places a hand on his shoulder. When he turns him around he’s horrified to see the gash on Lukes head. His clothes are soaked. Aemond steps back.

Luke touches his head before spewing an endless supply of water from his lips. Aemond turns around to see Alice standing in the doorway. “Be calm my dragon.”

Aemond looks back to see he’s alone, Luke is gone and there is no water on the floor. “but…I saw–

“A ghost?”

Dyre Den…

“Bend the knee and swear your houses unyielding loyalty to my brother, King Aevor Silverblood, first of his name, rider of the Cannibal.”

“We are no cravens. We will not bow.”

Serana scoffs, “Then you will burn. Dracarys!”

Grey Ghost opens his jaws and bathes the men in flames.

She looks around. “Would anyone else like to join them?”

Everyone who remains is far more eager to bend the knee. “I thought so.”

Dragonstone…

“My Prince, there has been another attack.”

Jace raises his chin, “Where?”

“Dyre Den. It wasn’t just a dragon attack, a foreign Essosi army forced them into submission as well. We must alert the Queen, Rooks Rest believes the army will be upon them and request support.”

“That's too close for comfort. These pretenders will be answered. I will fly out and–

“Absolutely not. You are my husband and the heir to the realm.” Baela intervenes.

Jaces sits back, “Who should be send then? Daemon is in the Riverlands, Daeron is on his way to Casterly Rock, my mother can’t take such a risk, Rhaena lost her dragon, Seasmoke has no rider, Helaena has no taste for violence, Tyraxes is too small for battle, Skyrosh and Morghul aren’t old enough for battle either.”

Baela places a hand over his, a simple yet calming motion. “We still have my grandmother. She can ride with Meyles to defend Rooks Rest.”

Jace nods, “I will tell my grandfather Lord Corlys to double the security of his fleet. I have no army here on Dragonstone so I will write to my mother and Ser Criston.”

“Sounds like you two have a plan.” Princess Rhaena presents herself.

In the hall Rhaena listens to them talk. Her heart is heavy knowing she is of no use but she continues to listen in. 

“If only we had anothe rider we…”

“We will make due with what we’ve got.”

“...Your Mother should know about Sheep stealer in the Vale…”

She moves away from the wall and ventures off. Making her way down to the beach she hops into a boat, “Take me to King's Landing.”

Kings Landing…

Aegon hears about the coming battle and gears up. Helaena stops him, “Where are you going?”

“To help Rhaenys, who knows where the other riders are hiding. If she’s outnumbered then we will lose another rider.”

Helaena holds his hand, “Please don’t go.”

He kisses her on the cheek. “I’ll be back.”

“Aegon don’t.”

Her words fall on deaf ears as he leaves.

Backing the troops, Sunfyre and Aegon arrive at the castle. “Help has arrived.”

“Thank the Gods.” Lord Stauton relaxes upon seeing Aegon. My men will stand by yours, while you defend us in the skies.”

“Of course.” Aegon looks around. “Has Rhaenys arrived yet?”

“I hear she needed to make a stop in Driftmark first.”

Aegon nods and settles in for the night. His heart is beating wildly, nervous about the battle to come but he is determined. When morning comes he rises bright and early, ready and waiting.

Rhaenys lands near where he has Sunfyre perched. “Aegon, I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I didn’t want you doing this alone. We know nothing about the enemy.”

She smiles, “I appreciate your concern, but you should have stayed in Kings Landing. Helaena has no taste for violence, the Queen and children needed you there.”

Aegon curses under his breath trying to think of something to say.

“It's fine, what's done is done.”

“DRAGON!”

Aegon takes a deep breath to calm himself, together he takes to the sky with Rhaenys.

Grey Ghost catches sight of them but doesn’t deter. In the Saddle Serana lets out a deranged laugh as she welcomes the battle.

Aegon follows Rhaenys’ in the assault. To their surprise Serana seems to be focused on defense and evading. After a while of assessing their combat style she flies up towards the sun blinding Aegon long enough to descend upon him. Greywings jaws lock on Sunfyre.

“ANOS MEYLES!” Rhaenys tail whips Grey Ghost causing him to release Sunfyre. Sunfyre gathers himself quickly and jumps right back into battle. They aggressively attack Serana at the same time. She growls and shouts commands to her dragon. While the battle rages on the ground below, she takes on bother Sunfyre and Meyles alone.

Time flies and soon Sunfyre begins to fatigue. Rhaenys realizes what's happening, “Aegon! She’s trying to tire us out!”

Serana smirks, the princess is correct. Using brute force alone, there would be no way she could win. However by making her opponents tire themselves out she could gain the upperhand. She switches from evading and defense to being the aggressor. Meyles snaps at Greywing, just barely missing. Serana lures Aegon away.

“Aegon wait!” Rhaenys calls.

Too late. Hidden along the treeline were scorpions armed and ready. Bolts zip through the sky piercing Sunfyre through the wing and leg. Serana circles around. “DRACARYS!”

Meyles slams into Grey Ghost, buying Aegon time to move.

Boiling blood rains from the sky as the three continue their battle. Although heavily injured, Sunfyre keeps up a good fight.

Serana shouts, “NOW DICKBEAN!”

From the forest rises another opponent. “DRACARYS!”

Aegon doesn't have much time to move. Meyles is struck by a bolt but keeps fighting while Sunfyre is hit again with another bolt, he crashes down into the trees. Sunfyre shrieks.

Meyles tears into Grey Ghost. Behind her rises the mystery dragon. Turning in her saddle Rhaenys can see that the other dragon is skeletal in some places, clearly very dead. Its cold dead eyes are icy blue. Dickbean and his undead dragon descended on Meyles. Unable to defeat them both in combat while also evading, she accepts what will come next. She fights tooth and nail against her assailants.

“DRACARYS!” Serana smiles as she drives towards Meyles who is locked in combat with Dickdean and his undead mount. Sunfyre bursts from the trees at the last minute, locking onto Grey Ghost's neck. Meyles frees herself and tail whips the undead dragon, breaking its jaw off entirely. Serana struggles with Aegon for a bit. Grey Ghosts claws at Sunfyres belly. Meyeles rips the undead dragons head off. Then comes to Aegons aide. Sunfyres grip loosens as he take on more damage. Breaking Away Grey Ghost puts a bit of distance between them. “DRACARYS!” Sunfyre is too injured to escape. He and Aegon scream as they fall from the sky. Grey Ghost latches on to Meyeles next. They snarl and rip into eachother desperately. The undead dragon pulls itself together with a wave of Dickbeans staff. Grey Ghost shrieks in pain when Meyeles begins to tear out his throat. “NO!” Serana shouts.

A gurgle is heard moments after Meyeles finishes off Grey Ghost, suddenly Meyeles is flanked, her wing ripped from her. Already heavily injured, she is no longer able to fly. Together Meyeles and Rhaenys fall towards the ground.

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“King Aevor, your sister Serana has secured Rooks rest.”

“Good. Tell her to move to the next location.”

“Ah…My King, Grey Ghost was lost during the battle.”

“Does Dickbean still live?”

“Yes.”

“Then all is well. He’s a necromancer. He revived Meraxes so he can revive Grey Ghost. Thanks to their victory there should be 2 freshly killed dragons and riders for him to reanimate.”

“Ah…about that. The body of Princess Rhaenys was far too damaged to be salvaged and as for Prince Aegon…his body was never found…nor was his dragon Sunfyre.”

Aevor clenches his jaw. “Well that won’t do.”

“My King I–

Aevor raises a hand to silence the messenger. “Fetch me some paper and a quill.”

A few days later…

Hugh receives a letter from Aevor. He reads it over quickly before crumpling it; he seeks out Ulf and finds him sleeping in a horse's stall. Hugh tosses the paper ball at him. “Get up, Ulf.”

Ulf groans and rubs his eyes. “Whyyyyyy?”

“We’re going to Tumble town.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“The suns not even up. Let me rest a bit longer.” Ulf rolls over.

Hugh sighs and grabs a bucket of water to pour over him.

“HEY!”

Hugh looms over him, “We’re going. Now.”

Ulf scrambles to his feet, “Fine.” He mumbles to himself.

“You got something to say?”

Ulf rolls his eyes, “You’re the elder brother correct?”

“Between me and Aevor?”

Ulf nods dramatically as if to say duh.

“What does it matter?”

“If you’re both sons of some Targaryen Princess um Saera or whatever, then why do you answer to him? Shouldn’t you be the King?”

Hugh pauses. “No. All of this, it was all his idea, his dream.”

Ulf wrings out his clothes. “He made you a knight, if it were me and my brother I’d expect to be much more than a knight. I mean I don't have a brother but if I did, I’d expect to have much more. He’s the King, has no children, no wife, and yet he never made you his heir.”

“He doesn’t have to. I’m his brother, it’s implied.”

“Sure.” Ulf decides to just steal someone's laundry hanging outside. He changed quickly. “Let's get going.”

Driftmark…

Corlys slams his hand on the wall. “The Queen should be doing more.”

“She’s doing what she can. These usurpers are cunning. They disappear like shadows in the night. They’re also targeting farming communities and fisheries to feed their army and to weaken us. But we can win this.”

Corlys picks up a dress that belonged to his wife, her smell still trapped in the fabric. He takes a breath, inhaling. He holds the dress remembering the last time he held his wife. In a short period of time he’d lost Laenor(again), Lucerys, and now his dear wife. “How is Rhaena and Baela taking this news?”

 “Princess Baela finds comfort with Prince Jacaerys but…” The messenger hesitates. “Princess Rhaena has not been seen. I don’t believe she is on Driftmark or Dragonstone.”

“What did you say?” Corlys spins around.

The man is visibly nervous, “Princess Rhaena is missing.”

Rhaena…

She’s been wandering through the lands searching far and wide following every lead in pursuit of the wild dragon Sheepstealer. She's sick, she's tired, her hair is a mess, and she’s barely holding on. Lost in the Vale she stumbles over a rock and rolls down a hill. Exhausted, she rolls onto her back and stares at the sky. Soon everything goes black.

She wakes up in a cot. Sitting up she takes in her surroundings. She forces herself to stand and exits the tent. A woman is stoking the fire, roasting some food. Nearby a sheep is tied to a post.

“You’re finally awake.” She waves her hand signaling Rhaena to approach. She comes and sits by the woman, now that she's closer she sees she is not a woman but a teenager.

“The names Nettles.”

“Nettles?”

“Yes. I believe this is the part where you tell me your name.”

“Rhaena, I’m Rhaena.” She swallows hard, unable to tear her eyes away from the food.

“There’s enough to share. Eat up Rhaena.” Nettle chows down. Together they eat in absolute silence, the only sound coming from the crickets and frogs.

“So…Rhaena…what brings you to this valley?”

“I um…got lost.”

“Mmmm….You’re a bad liar.” Nettles looks at Rhaena. “You wanted to claim Sheepstealer.”

“How…How do you know that?”

Nettles wipes her hands. “I’ve been watching you for a while now. Clumsily stumbling through the wilderness.”

Rhaena sighs in defeat. “Yes, fine. I wanted to claim Sheepstealer.”

“Why?”

“To help in the war efforts. Everyone is risking life and limb and I’m here completely useless.”

“So you want to claim a dragon so you can be useful. To be brave.”

“Yes.”

Nettles rolls her eyes. “You don’t need a dragon to be brave or to be useful. That comment alone is a slap in the face to countless women everywhere who have proven otherwise.”

“I didn’t mean to offend.”

“You royals never do yet you always do.” Nettle stands up. “I’m going to bed. Tomorrow I’ll teach you some survival skills. I’m not going to cater to you as if you’re a helpless babe.”

In the Guardians HQ…

Agent Kitten wanders around lost. “God damnit this place is huge.”

Kitten had recently spoken to Dick Bean, her task was supposed to be simple but she was so lost. She wandered around until she found the maintenance room. Turning invisible she waited in a corner until she could get close enough to a computer to connect the USB Dick Bean had given her. Once the connection was made a virus was uploaded. She pulled out and made a skaddaddle.

She bumps into an Agent on the way out. He grabs her. “You’re invisible, but I can see your thermals.”

“I um…”

“What're you doing in here?”

“I wanted to um play some games.” Kitten says hesitantly.

The guy laughs and lets her go. “Right. Okay, come with me.”

He cuffs her and guides her down a long hall to an interrogation room. The man closes the door behind them. “Take a seat.”

She sits down, she’s so short her feet don't even touch the ground.

“You look like a child. We don’t hire underrage agents.”

“I’m not a child.”

“If not a child then why child shaped? You look 12.”

“I’m 19, I’m just tiny. My sisters call me travel sized.”

“Sisters huh…are they agents as well.” “Yeah I think so.”

The door bursts open and another agent walks in. “I’ll be taking over this investigation.”

The man stands up, “Of course Chief Queef! My apologies ma’am.”

The man leaves quickly. Once they are alone, Chief sits down. “Dickbean gave you a mission, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Did you do it?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” She leans back in her chair, “That means the order will have full access to the guardians systems, no restrictions.”

“Um…You said if I helped you you’d help me find my sisters.” Kitten gives her a hopeful look.

Chief leans back, “I’ve been tracking your sisters Agent Kai and Agent Cannibal for a while. Since they went rogue they’ve been all over the fandomverse.” She places her pipboy against Kittens causing it to pulse, “I’ll share everything I know about them so far on our private server.”

“Will we be able to save them?”

“I’m not sure but we can try to find them and clear their name.”

Chief Queef stands up, Kitten follows her out of the room and down the hall. “Things are going to get complicated around here in the future. If you’re not the combat type I suggest you port home for a while.

“I’m not a big fan of violence but I love my sisters.” Kitten stops when she sees a corridor labeled ‘Anomalies’. Curious, Kitten ventures off. There are so many locked doors and the hall never seems to end. She peers through the hall windows to see a variety of imprisoned people and creatures in each room. Next to their doors is a timer detailing the date in which they will be processed. At the end of the hall is a massive warehouse. Instead of products being sorted in the containers, its anomalies. Arcana is barking orders. Kitten goes invisible and presses against a wall then behind a crate. Nearby she sees a little boy in one of the containers. He has brown eyes, golden oak skin, a soft round face, and his hair is pale but not quite white.

Kitten sniffs the air, she isn’t sure why or how but the boy smells like her sister Veronica aka Agent Cannibal.

Kitten hesitates before leaving the area and returning to Chief Queef.