Post by Azuregos on Sept 2, 2014 1:41:34 GMT 10
In the the year 288AC, a large fleet of over a thousand ships of all makes and sizes sailed across the Sunset sea and settled in the region known as Sea Dragon Point. Renaming it Dragon Valley, they briefly fought a war with House Glover before Lord Stark came in to settle the peace. Their leaders, Jarl Ulfric & General Tullias brokered an agreement with Lord Stark for there people's ability to settle in Sea Dragon Point. During this agreement, Lord Stark and his vassals learned of their people's past.
These new people were from a land called Skyrim. A land just as cruel, vicious, and terrible as the North was. In this land, magic and unique creatures existed as well as the waring nature of men. Even with all of these dangers, the worst was the systematic genocide of the men of Skyrim by the Thalmor armies. The armies of the Thalmor sought to recreate the Night of Tears against the race of man. Every human that the Thalmor could reach was executed. Men, women were slain. Any race aside from High Elf or Wood Elf were chained into slavery. Plenty of people attempted to resist but many were quickly killed. Only their greatest warriors, the Dragonborns, were able to fight off the Thalmor long enough for the people of Skyrim to escape to the capital of Skyrim, Solitude.
The armies of the Thalmor gathered upon Solitude like a hounds upon a corpse. They attempted to storm the gates but were halted by the bravest company of men that existed led by Jarl Balgruuf the Valiant, and both General Tullias and Ulfric Stormcloak. Balgruuf led the defense of Solitude's ports until the ships protecting the refugees were too far from the Thalmor to stop. He died on the docks of Solitude, surrounded by the Thalmor justicars with a smile on his face. The Thalmor failed to slay all the men of Skyrim. Though Ulfric and many people wished to retake Skyrim, the Dragonborns urged the fleet to sail away from Tamriel forever out of the reach of the Thalmor or the Empire. Many people were doubtful but they trusted the Dragonborns enough to heed their words. To brave the elements like their ancestors did until they landed in Westeros.
When Ulfric had finished his tale, he knelt to the ground and bowed his head to Lord Eddard Stark, pleading for his permission for his people to live. Eddard, moved by his words and his passion for his people, agreed despite the distrust of many of his vassals. Ulfric was granted a title and to be the first of his line, The former people of Skyrim will be subject to the King's laws and the judgement of House Stark as long as they lived within the region. Ulfric accepted the offer and thus the first House of Dragon Valley was founded known as House Skyrim. Ulfric then asked for permission to grant nine other people with them, the title of Lord as well due to their service for Skyrim's people. Lord Eddard Stark allowed it since Sea Dragon Point was a large area of land. Thus the next nine Houses to join along side House Skyrim were, House Azuregos, House Blade, House Kato, House Angelus, House Solex, House Ripa, House Shadow, House Eclipse, and House Cronos.
The land of DragonValley soon became a land of bounty, much to the surprise of many surrounding lords. Strange new food that grew well in the icy soil poured out of the region. They also became the sole user of a wondrous black metal that was harder then Valyrian steel. Potions and tonics of marvelous quality were also created that attracted the attention of many southern lords. The gold and wealth from the region rankled many of the lords in the North, envious of the newcomer's good fortune.
When the Greyjoy Rebellion erupted, all the Houses of DragonValley answered the call of the Starks. They sent in total only four hundred soldiers. They were from all backgrounds. Men, women, bastards, and true-born, all were armed equally and dressed equally. They marched in unison and sang a song with each step to Pyke. The voices of four hundred soldiers thrummed over the army, sending shivers down the men of Westeros. At its head were the nine Lords of the other Houses, along with four woman. They were all Clad in armor made from the ebony metal but each armour was a different colour, they were all carrying a sword that's blade we're different colours with two dragon heads on the hilt and a gem of the same colour of the blade on the end of the hilt, they marched with their men roaring in a language that made the air shake.
The army of Westeros arrived at the beaches of Pyke. They were met with a hail of arrows and stones from Ironborn soldiers. The one known as Kaosu Blade roared into the sky, knocking the arrows out of the sky. Every time Greyjoy arrows flew, Kaosu Blade used his voice to knock them out of the sky. No Greyjoy arrow touched the armies of Stark and Baratheon. Seeing their arrows be of no use, the Greyjoys retreated back to the castle and braced the gates, hoping that they could prevent it from opening while the army of Westeros eagerly charged to the castle.
Lord Stark ordered the battering ram to be brought to the gates. However the soldiers of DragonValley were in the way. They stood in front of the gate and began to chant while their leaders stood in front of the gate. They bashed their shields, stomped their feet, and roared the same word over and over, building themselves into a frenzy.
"DOVAHKIN! DOVAHKIN! DOVAHKIN!"
Lord Stark, King Baratheon, and their men watched confused as to what the soldiers of DragonValley were waiting for. They watched as Lord Solar Azuregos, Lord Kaosu Blade, and Lord Icarus Kato raised their fist high and all their men immediately became quiet. For a long moment, no sound was heard aside from the waves crashing against the rocks of Pyke. Then they roared three words.
"FUS RO DAH!"
The island shook at the three words. The gates of Pyke blew open, crushing the men behind it. Knights fell from their horses as their mounts panicked at the words. Men shivered and cringed in fear as the words shook their very souls. The only ones unaffected were the soldiers of DragonValley. When the gates blew open, they cheered before charged in killing anyone that opposed them. The rest of the army shook out of their stupor and charged in after them. The battle was quickly over. Balon's two sons were slain in the battle and Balon threw the crown down, signifying his surrender.
The Houses of DragonValley distinguished themselves as the most powerful houses in the North. Their power in war is undeniable but their ability to produce goods unlike any seen in Westeros have quickly made them the most prosperous houses in the North. Of all the gifts that the Houses of DragonValley possess, the greatest is dragons and the eldest two dragons known by the people of Skyrim, Odahviing and Paarthurnax. King Robert and Lord Stark both met with Paarthurnax and learned from him that the dragons from Skyrim were not as savage as the old Targaryen dragons. They both also learned much about the dragonborns abilities of the voice and how they are very much mortal but contain the blood and soul of a dragon.
It was a few weeks later when King Robert had left that Lord Stark was asked to visit Dragon Peak Castle where Lord Solar Azuregos lived, for he wanted to have a word alone. It was here that Lord Eddard Stark learned that Solar Azuregos' wife Iona Azuregos was once known as Iona Targaryen when she was a child in Westros, but fled across the Sunset sea to Skyrim, she explains to Lord Stark she has no interest in the iron throne only to live with her family. Out of respect and the fact they provided him with the knowledge that could cause a War if it had ever gotten out, Lord Stark agreed to keep it secret as his honour demanded it.
6 years later
"A message for you my Lady. It is from Lord Azuregos."
"Thank you Jordis," Iona said. She opened the letter and began to read of her husband's tiding during his time in Winterfell. Lord Stark requested his presence because King Robert was coming North to visit Winterfell for the first time since the Greyjoy Rebellion. In addition to the king, the royal family was also coming to visit. Lord Stark wanted Winterfell as secure as possible for when the king arrives. It was Lord Ulfric who agreed to Lord Stark's request and sent Lord Solar Azuregos, and Lord Kaosu Blade along with a small group of twenty soldiers from both houses with them. They were under orders to remain with Lord Stark until such a time when Lord Stark's dismissed them. In return, her oldest daughter was allowed to travel to Winterfell as a guest of House Stark until she is ready to marry Robb Stark.
Jordis waited patiently for Iona to read the letter. Her concern grew when Iona's eyes narrowed. After several minutes, she put the letter down and let out a noticeable sigh. She turned to Jordis, worry and sadness clear on her face.
"Bad news, my Lady?"
Iona nodded. "The king arrived in Winterfell as expected. There were no attacks or illness during the journey, and Sapphira is getting along well with Robb, thank the Divines."
"However?" Jordis prompted.
"Bran, the second son of Lord Stark, fell from a tower."
"Bran?!"
Jordis and Iona turned to see a small girl entering the room. Iona's eyes softened when she saw the expression on the face of her child's face.
"Sophie."
"Is it true mother?" Sophie asked, tears gathering in her eyes. "Is Bran hurt?"
Iona gathered her child in her arms and cradled her child.
"Yes, I am sorry Sophie. Bran fell from a tower. He is greatly hurt but will live. However his legs will never be the same. He will walk but never run or climb as he once did," Iona whispered as she gently rocked her child. She could hear soft sobs coming from her child as Sophie cried for Bran. Iona felt her heart break. Her children, Sophie, Runa Fair-Shield, Blaise and Sapphira, were very close friends of Bran when she visited Winterfell. To hear that her friend may never play as they once did broke her child's heart.
"Mother?" Sophie asked in a soft voice.
"Yes, my daughter?"
"May I go to Winterfell soon?" Sophie pleaded.
Iona nodded and held Sophie. "When the King leaves Winterfell, we all shall visit Winterfell and offer our condolences. I will also bring our best healer as well to help Bran. Now, go child. I will be with you shortly."
"Yes mother."
Iona watched her child leave, no doubt to head for the Temple of the Divines to pray for Bran.
"She will be a wonderful leader one day, my Lady," Jordis whispered.
Iona nodded, wiping a tear from her eyes. "Better than I, no doubt."
She straightened her back and turned to Jordis. "Before I go, we must prepare in case House Stark goes to war."
"My Lady?" Jordis asked, completely stunned. "I understand Bran's accident-."
"It was no accident. Someone deliberately tried to kill Bran."
"Talos preserve us," Jordis whispered as she realized the implication.
"Lord Stark will no doubt go to war over the attempted murder of his child. Lady Catelyn will rally the Tullys as well," Iona said. "The other great houses of Westeros will not take kindly to the Starks and Tullys mustering their armies. It could become a war even greater than any war we've ever been in."
"What shall we do?"
"I want you to send envoys to the other lords in the DragonValley. In the meantime, prepare our people."
"I will my Lady."
"That will be all, Jordis."
Jordis bowed to Iona before exiting the throne room, leaving Iona alone with her guards. She pulled out a necklace with amulets of all the Nine Divines and began to pray to the gods, hoping that there will be a chance that the land will not be embroiled in another war.
At Winterfell
"Hmph, a cripple. Would have been a greater mercy if he'd been killed."
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Tyrion, the Imp of the Lannisters, stared in shock as a boy tackled his nephew and began to beat him with his fists. Joffrey tried to struggle but the pure fury from the child overwhelmed him. The child stopped beating Joffrey with his fists and began to slam his forehead into Joffrey's face, breaking the prince's nose. Sandor Clegane reached for his sword but a strong hand grasped his shoulder. He was thrown into the ground while another figure stepped over him and pulled the berserk child off of Joffrey. Tyrion stared at the child who writhed like a possessed man with blood dripping from his fists. Tyrion raised an eyebrow when he noticed that the child's knuckles were torn to shreds from how hard he struck Joffrey.
"Calm down, Samuel! He's had enough!" the stranger said.
"No he hasn't! I'll KILL HIM!," the child roared. Tyrion was shocked at the pure hate coming from the child's voice.
"ENOUGH SAMUEL!" another man bellowed. The man's voice shook Samuel out of his fury. The boy calmed down and he stared at his blood-soaked hands in shock. Tears of shame began to pour out of his eyes and he turned to his father in sorrow.
"I did it again, didn't I?" Samuel whispered.
"You did young man. Now go to Rita Solex to be healed. I shall deal with this."
Samuel nodded. He took one last glance of shame at the crying prince before running towards the castle. The man sighed and turned to Tyrion, bowing his head in apology.
"I'm sorry for that my lord. Samuel is a good child. He loves Bran as if he was his own brother. Bran's fall has caused him much sadness. Plus he hates seeing his friend's honour getting insulted."
Tyrion waved away his apology. "Do not worry Lord Blade. My nephew said horrible things. I would have struck him myself if little Samuel did not do so first."
The dwarf turned to Clegane who was staring down at Joffrey with muted disdain. "Hound, help Joffrey to the maester."
Sandor nodded and helped Joffrey to his feet. Even now, the prince was whimpering over the beating the small child gave him. Tyrion turned to Lord Blade with a wide smile on his face, holding out his hand to the Lord.
"I haven't officially introduced myself. Tyrion Lannister, the Imp of the Lannisters at your service."
Kaosu smiled and grasped the dwarf's hand. "Well-known from sea to sea as a well known connoisseur of women and wine."
"Heard of me have you?" Tyrion said. "I've heard of you as well. The great Lord Kaosu Blade, rider of the black Dragon. Vampire Hunter of the North. The stories I've heard of you are great of many but I'm curious of the man himself."
Kaosu smiled. The dwarf's carefree manner amused him. "Let's talk over bread and ale. I'm quite fond of the salted pork the cooks serve."
"Quite right, quite right. Come!"
Kaosu followed the dwarf into Winterfell's halls. He had heard of the dwarf's exploits and could see the disdain his sister had of him. Yet even though the world was cruel to him, the man still walked with a jaunt in his step and a smile on his face. Kaosu respected Tyrion for that, even more than his "honorable" siblings.
"Who was the boy?" Tyrion asked.
"Samuel, he is my son. He is also my only son, his older sister Lucia normally keeps him calm when he is at home," Kaosu replied.
"Hm. Your both here no doubt as guests for the Starks," Tyrion mused. "He seems like a sweet boy."
Kaosu smiled. "He is a gentle boy, much like his sister, his mother on the hand well she was a lot of trouble when I first met her."
"A story that must be heard," Tyrion said.
The pair sat down at a table and servants immediately gave them plates of food for the pair to feast on. Tyrion began to eat while Kaosu recounted the story for Tyrion to hear.
"I originally was originally just an adventurer but with constant increase of Vampire attacks that had been occurring I chose to join the Dawnguard a faction that's main goal was to eliminate the Vampire threat to Skyrim, that is where I first meet Solar Azuregos and his wife Iona Azuregos though back then she had a different last name which I won't say out of respect. At that time I thought I was the only Dragonborn in Skyrim at the time, yet from what I heard from some Dawnguard members was that a Dragonborn had killed the World Eater, a powerful dragon called Alduin. I learnt that very same day as myself and both Iona and Solar were tasked to investigate a cave that some Vampires were poking around in, that Solar was also a Dragonborn, he used a shout that set two Vampires on fire. As we got to the centre of the cave their was a strange pillar that put a spike through my hand, apparently it was an ancient blood magic seal. Once we dealt with the puzzle that had formed from the pillar it released a woman who was sealed inside her name was Serana. That is how i meet my wife and became friends with both Solar and Iona."
"Quite a tale," Tyrion muttered. "I am guessing since she was sealed away for a long time, she was a ....."
"Vampire, yes she was," Kaosu replied calmly. "But as we learned later unlike all the other Vampires we had encountered before, which were just people that were transformed by a disease, Serana and her family were true blood Vampires that were able to take on a Vampire Lord form. "
"And I am guessing the fact that she is your wife," Tyrion said gently. "She is no longer a Vampire?"
"Yes, she is no longer a Vampire, she became mortal again after we dealt with her insane father's plan to take away the sun," Kaosu replied.
"Interesting," Tyrion said while thinking about the last comment.
There was a few moments of silence as Tyrion gathered his thoughts.
"I've been meaning to ask you. What is that armor you are wearing?"
"This is mithril ebony armor, it consists mostly of ebony ingots, the mithril just gives it this White colour, plus the armour has been treated correctly that it could take a full BattleAxe and not have a scratch left on it."
Before Tyrion could get a word in, Lord Stark came barreling into the hall. He looked around wildly and spotted Kaosu sitting at the table with Tyrion. He ran up to Kaosu with a panicked expression on his face.
"Kaosu, what happened? The Queen Cersei and the Prince Joffrey are demanding Samuel's head," Eddard asked. "Your men and Solar's men have been protecting him from the queen's guards. They are holed up in the chapel."
Kaosu rushed away, closely followed by Tyrion and Eddard. Kaosu could hear bellowing coming from the chapel.
"Come you cowards! Let Death grant you passage to Sovngarde!"
Kaosu groaned as he recognized that voice. He entered the room to see nine of his soldiers in a protective ring around Samuel and ten of Solar's men in the middle separating both groups. One of Kaosu's men, a man dressed in black robes and a skull mask standing in front taunting the Lannister soldiers around them. The Queen and her son were shouting at the men to arrest Samuel while the King was eying House Blade's soldiers with amusement.
"What are you waiting for? Arrest them!" the queen screamed.
"Take one step and I'll see if you Lannister men bleed gold!" the reaper warrior roared.
"Hah! I like him," King Robert called out.
"Robert!" Eddard called out. "Stop this madness."
"Ned, here to join us at last," Robert happily replied. "Perhaps you can make sense of this madness. Men, stand down!"
The king's soldiers backed away at the command. The soldiers of house Blade did not relax though. Their leader spat at the men before turning to Kaosu.
"Kaosu, good for you to join us! Come, there's plenty of men to kill between the both of us, to bad Solar is playing the neutral party." the man called out.
"For good reason Death, I have a family to think of and I would rather not risk the safety of my daughter over you wanting to kill something." Solar shouted at Death as his men moved from the centre and stood next to him against the left side of the chapel.
"Enough Death. This doesn't have to end in bloodshed," Kaosu said calmly. Death's face fell.
"Not one?" he pleaded. "Can't I just gut one with my BattleAxe."
Robert began to laugh. "Now that's a man I can agree with. Let's get this mess sorted out."
Eddard lead everyone within the chapel into Winterfell's throne room. Robert sat in the chair and gestured for Samuel to step forward. The boy was obviously nervous but he stood tall and proud, staring boldly into the eyes of the king. The king nodded in approval at the boy.
"Speak your name, boy."
"Samuel, son of Lord Kaosu Blade of House Blade."
"House Blade eh? Explains why your father is here," Robert muttered. "What happened?"
"I heard Joffrey bragging to Lord Tyrion about how Bran should have died. How it would have been better for Bran to die rather than being crippled. At least being a cripple, he can still sing and laugh with us! He's my best friend and your son said he should die!" Samuel ranted. "So I beat him until my fists bled."
"See he admitted it!" the queen screamed out. "The punishment spilling royal blood is death!"
"Hmph and he was beaten by a boy two years younger than he was," Robert snorted in disdain. "Fine firstborn my son turned out to be. Even a child was able to beat you until your face was black and blue. Gods you're pathetic."
Robert whirled to his son. His face was covered in poultices and bandages, leaving only his mouth and left eye uncovered. None of the bandages could hide the humiliation radiating off the boy. Cersei's face twisted in anger at Robert's words.
"He should be executed!" Cersei demanded.
"Over our dead bodies!" Death roared. "MEN! TO ARMS!"
"HOLD!" Kaosu bellowed out. The soldiers of House Blade lowered their weapons. Solar let out a sigh of relief at Kaosu.
"Your grace, Samuel is just a boy. He is aware of his actions and his love for his friend. Must a boy be slain because another taunted his friend's misfortune. What would you have done if someone insulted Lyanna's honor?"
Robert's face twisted at the thought. He let out a growl but nodded in agreement.
"I admit, I would have done the same. Defending one's honor is not a deed to be punished for. I've gone to war and lost my greatest love for it," Robert whispered. He held his head up and looked at both Kaosu and to Solar before facing Samuel again.
"Boy, you are pardoned this once," Robert said. "Next time, remember who you are fighting against before you raise your swords."
Samuel nodded and bowed. "Thank you, your grace."
Robert chuckled. "You'll be a fine warrior. I'll look forward to when you're fully grown."
"You seriously cannot be allowing this boy off without punishment!" Cersei demanded. "Your own son was hurt."
"Exactly! He's a boy and his reasons were honorable. A trait that you damned lions forget in you gilded fucking halls!" Robert bellowed. "I would have done the same fucking thing. Now this is over!"
Cersei stomped out of the hall with her son trotting at her heels. A portion of the soldiers followed Cersei while the rest remained with Robert. Kaosu lead Samuel over to Solar and the soldiers of House Azuregos. As they walked, Samuel stared up to his father.
"I'm sorry father."
Kaosu gave the boy a reassuring smile. "There is nothing to forgive son. However from now on, you have to stay close to a guard. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
Solar watched the exchange between Kaosu and Samuel before calling one of his Soldiers
"Proginator!"
A dark elf wearing Heavy Falmer armour stepped forward. He smiled at Solar before thumping his chest. "Yes my lord?"
"I want you to watch Samuel every hour of the day. Never leave him alone, if you have to ask Exile or Geno to keep an eye on him. I don't trust the queen or the prince not to send someone to attack Samuel."
"As you command. Come now Samuel. Let's go see what Saphira and Arya are up to."
"Okay."
Proginator left the hall with Samuel at his side. The other soldiers turned to Solar, waiting for his orders.
"The rest of you are dismissed."
Solar walked over to Kaosu who had also dismissed his soldiers except for Death.
"Something wrong?"
Kaosu sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know this will be difficult but we need Death here to be more diplomatic. No more yelling at the top of his lungs about killing someone every five minutes. We need to be more courteous."
Death let out a series of curses when Solar agreed with what Kaosu said. "As you wish. I will try to be more diplomatic."
The man stomped off, no doubt searching for something to kill. Kaosu and Solar turned away from the man to face Eddard. Eddard gave both Lords a loaded look. Kaosu sighed and held his hands high.
"I'll make sure my soldiers are under control, Lord Stark," Kaosu reassured him. "Especially Death. You have my word."
Eddard sighed. "I appreciate your people's assistance. I know our initial promise was your services until the King leaves Winterfell. However, I am asking for you and your men to accompany me to the capital for a period of time as I become settled as Hand of the King."
Solar frowned. "This goes much further than our initial agreement, my lord. Your request takes me very far from my wife. How long are we talking about?"
"Until the wedding between Joffrey and Sansa."
"The spoilt brat?" Kaosu asked astonished. "This will end badly."
"Sansa may be able to-."
"No, she won't. Arya would but we both know that Sansa doesn't have the strength or the will to curb Joffrey's wrath," Kaosu hissed.
"That's why I need you both with me. You can watch over Sansa and Joffrey. No one would stop you. Even the Queen's family fear the wrath you two could inflict too much to provoke you," Eddard pleaded.
Kaosu let out a huge sigh. "If I do this, you must promise that your son Bran will marry Lucia when she becomes of age."
"Done," Eddard agreed without hesitation.
"I'll tell my men about the new plans. Be prepared to hear Exile or Geno raise a ruckus. They will be in a foul mood for this." Solar replied
"Well it couldn't be worse than what happened here?" Eddard asked. Solar laughed.
"True plus I can't wait till I hear from you Kaosu, on how you stop Death going nuts."
"Thanks for the support Solar."
Far from Westeros, across the Narrow Seas, a hoard numbering thousands upon thousands of people slowly traversed the plains of Essos. A wind gently blew across the plains causing the tall grass to sway like waves of the ocean. Yet even with this serene atmosphere, it could not hide the pain and suffering of the slaves being cruelly marched by their Dothraki masters. The crack of the whip and the scream of pain could be heard every few seconds as the Dothraki travelled to their only city, Vaes Dothrak. A young woman with silver hair blowing in the wind watched the scene with sadness, silently reaching out to the wretched slaves. She wished she could do something to ease their pain but she was unable to.
"Khaleesi, is there something on your mind?"
Daenerys Targaryan turned to face her aid, Jorah Mormont. The former knight was peering at her face with concern, worry clear on his face. Daenerys shook her head, giving him a small smile.
"Its nothing Jorah."
"As you wish khaleesi."
Daenerys urged her horse forwards. The horse gave a small neigh and moved forwards with the horde. Jorah followed her a few feet away, quietly waiting for any command.
"Jorah?"
"Yes khaleesi?"
"Do you know of any great warriors of Westeros?"
Jorah nodded. "Aye I do. Far in the north, there are a few men, most notable ones are Lord Kaosu Blade, Lord Solar Azuregos and his daughter Lady Sapphira Azuregos. They apparently are called by their people, Dragonborns."
"Dragonborn?" Daenerys asked. "Are they Targaryan?"
"No khaleesi. They and the rest of their people arrived in Westeros from a country across the Sunset Sea, Skyrim. They were all survivors of a terrible war that ripped their country apart," Jorah answered. "Lord Stark allowed them sanctuary if their lords swore fealty to House Stark."
"Why are they called Dragonborns?" Daenerys asked.
Jorah grinned. "I asked the men of DragonValley that as well. Each of the nine Dragonborns were great warriors and heroes that their land had ever seen. No man or creature were able to stand against them. They are able to cut right through an armored man's chest with a single swing of their swords as if they were Dragonfangs, they said. However their greatest gift is there ability to use magic unheard of."
"Magic?" Daenerys scoffed. "There is no such thing."
"I believed that too until the day the armies of Stark and Baratheon stormed the island of Pyke," Jorah said gravely. His eyes fogged as he recounted that very day when he witnessed three of the Dragonborns in battle.
"With a single phrase, three of them burst open the gates of Castle Pyke. Their men swarmed into the castle as they strode in. Lord Blade wreathed himself in a cloak of fire and began to slaughter anyone close to him. Those lucky enough were immediately slaughtered by his sword. The unlucky ones were burned to death simply by being too close to him. I was close to Lord Azuregos when I saw a large group of Ironborn archers raise their bows at Solar Azuregos. They loosed their arrows at him but Solar spat a gout of fire from his mouth so hot that the men's bones were encased in molten steel. The poor bastards didn't even have time to scream before their flesh were melted off their bones."
"They sounds like dragons," Daenerys noted. "Well as close to dragons as any men could be."
"Aye," Jorah agreed. "They are."
"Jorah?"
"Yes khaleesi?"
"How many men will be needed to take DragonValley down?" Daenerys asked.
Jorah remained quiet for a long moment before speaking. His answer chilled Daenery's spine.
"Every men that we have, and probably more."
Back at Winterfell
"Your wrists are too stiff and weak Robb. You will also need a shield as well."
"I do not need a shield."
"Are you certain?"
"A shield slows me down. With two hands, I can swing my sword faster and with more control."
Sapphira blocked the sword with her shield. She then pushed hard with her shield, locking Robb's sword against it. Robb stumbled back but could not escape the follow up shield bash. Robb slipped onto the ground and froze as a blue sword was pointed at his throat.
"Aye, a shield does slow a warrior down. However a shield offers greater protection as your opponent is worn down. It is also a weapon that can clobber a man, even a knight," Sapphira instructed as she helped Robb back to his feet.
"I'll remember that," Robb said.
"We'll see," Sapphira said.
Robb picked up his sword once more and charged at Sapphira. From the balcony, Samuel and Arya watched the pair spar. Exile mean while kept a lazy eye on them from his seat. Arya paid close attention as she had never seen a woman fight like a knight. To see her brother's fiancé, Sapphira fight him just like men did was like a dream come true for Arya. The pair were so engrossed in the fight that they never heard a person approaching them.
"Is that Sapphira fighting Robb?"
Arya and Samuel looked around to see Sansa staring down with disdain at the woman.
"It is Sansa!" Arya said excitedly. "She's amazing."
"Real ladies don't fight," Sansa replied. "Ladies are supposed to sew and manage the household, and they mustn't fight their husbands."
"Why not?" Samuel asked. "My father always said that anyone who can hold a sword should learn how to use one."
"It's not right," Sansa snapped. "You're just a pathetic little boy from some strange country."
Samuel reeled back stung by the harsh words. Arya glared at her sister.
"Leave him alone Sansa! He didn't do anything."
"Haven't you heard what he's done?" Sansa replied. "He hurt the prince!"
"He deserved it!" Samuel said.
"Would you lot just shut up?"
The children turned to see Exile giving all of them an annoyed glare.
"You three are ruining my mood. Especially you, Lady Sansa. Yes, our women fight so they won't be helpless. They also manage the household. Samuel, the prince did deserve it. That's why you are constantly guarded to prevent it from ever happening again. Now is there any other questions for me to answer?"
"WHO THE HELL TOOK MY AXE?!"
Exile palmed his face in exasperation. "Dammit Death."
"Who are you?" Sansa asked.
"Exile, Master Assassin," Exile drawled out. "By the way, you dropped this."
Exile held out a small gold necklace. Sansa gasped and patted around her neck. She snatched the necklace and trounced off without saying another word. Arya's eyes widened as Exile leaned back with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You stole her necklace!" Arya stated. "How did you do that?"
"Easy. Light fingers can do plenty of magic tricks," Exile explained. "I swiped it when she was peering over the balcony. It was such a pretty little thing. I couldn't resist."
Arya gaped before glaring at Samuel.
"What did I do?" Samuel asked.
"You're so lucky. I wish I had interesting people like that."
Before he could say another word, Arya ran off. Samuel gaped in confusion and then turned to an amused Exile.
"What did I do?"
Exile chuckled. "A question that many men have asked. Don't worry little lord. Even the gods are easier to understand then women."
Samuel just gave Exile a confused glance before slumping against the balcony rails.
"I'm so confused."
Exile let out a bark of laughter. "Every man understands. Every man."
A week passed and the King's convoy was ready to travel back to Kingslanding with the new Hand of the King. Robert sat atop his horse with his best friend next to him. Stark soldiers marched along the King's own soldiers with both House Azuregos and House Blade's soldiers as the vanguard. None of the DragonValley soldiers had mounts, preferring to march with their own two feet. The only ones with a mount were their leaders and kids.
Robert then turned to Eddard. "Well, we ain't getting much younger. Let's get moving."
At the king's command, the convoy began to slowly move. The wheels of carts and carriages creaked as sounds of hooves filled the air. As the horse under him settled into a sedate pace, Eddard's mind drifted to the conversation he had with both Lord Azuregos an Lord Blade in the crypts of Winterfell.
Flashback
"Kingslanding is a nest of snakes waiting to devour the next unsuspecting person that falls into it," Solar whispered. "You cannot accept this."
"For the last time, it is my duty," Eddard replied stubbornly. "Robert is my friend but foremost the King. He will need my help in the coming days."
Kaosu groaned. "Eddard, your honor is undeniable. A trait that I fear most people have forgotten in the warm southern land."
"I will remind them of that," Eddard replied confidently.
"I have no doubt," Solar said. "But there will be a day when the honor will cost you everything you hold dear. On that day, remember this. Does honor justify the dead?"
Before Eddard could answer, Kaosu and Solar left the crypt. Eddard stood still for the longest time, searching for an answer. All he could see though was the stony face of his sister's tomb.
End Flashback.
"Am I making the right choice?" Eddard asked, praying to the Old Gods for guidance.
He was not comforted when the trees around him were silent.
These new people were from a land called Skyrim. A land just as cruel, vicious, and terrible as the North was. In this land, magic and unique creatures existed as well as the waring nature of men. Even with all of these dangers, the worst was the systematic genocide of the men of Skyrim by the Thalmor armies. The armies of the Thalmor sought to recreate the Night of Tears against the race of man. Every human that the Thalmor could reach was executed. Men, women were slain. Any race aside from High Elf or Wood Elf were chained into slavery. Plenty of people attempted to resist but many were quickly killed. Only their greatest warriors, the Dragonborns, were able to fight off the Thalmor long enough for the people of Skyrim to escape to the capital of Skyrim, Solitude.
The armies of the Thalmor gathered upon Solitude like a hounds upon a corpse. They attempted to storm the gates but were halted by the bravest company of men that existed led by Jarl Balgruuf the Valiant, and both General Tullias and Ulfric Stormcloak. Balgruuf led the defense of Solitude's ports until the ships protecting the refugees were too far from the Thalmor to stop. He died on the docks of Solitude, surrounded by the Thalmor justicars with a smile on his face. The Thalmor failed to slay all the men of Skyrim. Though Ulfric and many people wished to retake Skyrim, the Dragonborns urged the fleet to sail away from Tamriel forever out of the reach of the Thalmor or the Empire. Many people were doubtful but they trusted the Dragonborns enough to heed their words. To brave the elements like their ancestors did until they landed in Westeros.
When Ulfric had finished his tale, he knelt to the ground and bowed his head to Lord Eddard Stark, pleading for his permission for his people to live. Eddard, moved by his words and his passion for his people, agreed despite the distrust of many of his vassals. Ulfric was granted a title and to be the first of his line, The former people of Skyrim will be subject to the King's laws and the judgement of House Stark as long as they lived within the region. Ulfric accepted the offer and thus the first House of Dragon Valley was founded known as House Skyrim. Ulfric then asked for permission to grant nine other people with them, the title of Lord as well due to their service for Skyrim's people. Lord Eddard Stark allowed it since Sea Dragon Point was a large area of land. Thus the next nine Houses to join along side House Skyrim were, House Azuregos, House Blade, House Kato, House Angelus, House Solex, House Ripa, House Shadow, House Eclipse, and House Cronos.
The land of DragonValley soon became a land of bounty, much to the surprise of many surrounding lords. Strange new food that grew well in the icy soil poured out of the region. They also became the sole user of a wondrous black metal that was harder then Valyrian steel. Potions and tonics of marvelous quality were also created that attracted the attention of many southern lords. The gold and wealth from the region rankled many of the lords in the North, envious of the newcomer's good fortune.
When the Greyjoy Rebellion erupted, all the Houses of DragonValley answered the call of the Starks. They sent in total only four hundred soldiers. They were from all backgrounds. Men, women, bastards, and true-born, all were armed equally and dressed equally. They marched in unison and sang a song with each step to Pyke. The voices of four hundred soldiers thrummed over the army, sending shivers down the men of Westeros. At its head were the nine Lords of the other Houses, along with four woman. They were all Clad in armor made from the ebony metal but each armour was a different colour, they were all carrying a sword that's blade we're different colours with two dragon heads on the hilt and a gem of the same colour of the blade on the end of the hilt, they marched with their men roaring in a language that made the air shake.
The army of Westeros arrived at the beaches of Pyke. They were met with a hail of arrows and stones from Ironborn soldiers. The one known as Kaosu Blade roared into the sky, knocking the arrows out of the sky. Every time Greyjoy arrows flew, Kaosu Blade used his voice to knock them out of the sky. No Greyjoy arrow touched the armies of Stark and Baratheon. Seeing their arrows be of no use, the Greyjoys retreated back to the castle and braced the gates, hoping that they could prevent it from opening while the army of Westeros eagerly charged to the castle.
Lord Stark ordered the battering ram to be brought to the gates. However the soldiers of DragonValley were in the way. They stood in front of the gate and began to chant while their leaders stood in front of the gate. They bashed their shields, stomped their feet, and roared the same word over and over, building themselves into a frenzy.
"DOVAHKIN! DOVAHKIN! DOVAHKIN!"
Lord Stark, King Baratheon, and their men watched confused as to what the soldiers of DragonValley were waiting for. They watched as Lord Solar Azuregos, Lord Kaosu Blade, and Lord Icarus Kato raised their fist high and all their men immediately became quiet. For a long moment, no sound was heard aside from the waves crashing against the rocks of Pyke. Then they roared three words.
"FUS RO DAH!"
The island shook at the three words. The gates of Pyke blew open, crushing the men behind it. Knights fell from their horses as their mounts panicked at the words. Men shivered and cringed in fear as the words shook their very souls. The only ones unaffected were the soldiers of DragonValley. When the gates blew open, they cheered before charged in killing anyone that opposed them. The rest of the army shook out of their stupor and charged in after them. The battle was quickly over. Balon's two sons were slain in the battle and Balon threw the crown down, signifying his surrender.
The Houses of DragonValley distinguished themselves as the most powerful houses in the North. Their power in war is undeniable but their ability to produce goods unlike any seen in Westeros have quickly made them the most prosperous houses in the North. Of all the gifts that the Houses of DragonValley possess, the greatest is dragons and the eldest two dragons known by the people of Skyrim, Odahviing and Paarthurnax. King Robert and Lord Stark both met with Paarthurnax and learned from him that the dragons from Skyrim were not as savage as the old Targaryen dragons. They both also learned much about the dragonborns abilities of the voice and how they are very much mortal but contain the blood and soul of a dragon.
It was a few weeks later when King Robert had left that Lord Stark was asked to visit Dragon Peak Castle where Lord Solar Azuregos lived, for he wanted to have a word alone. It was here that Lord Eddard Stark learned that Solar Azuregos' wife Iona Azuregos was once known as Iona Targaryen when she was a child in Westros, but fled across the Sunset sea to Skyrim, she explains to Lord Stark she has no interest in the iron throne only to live with her family. Out of respect and the fact they provided him with the knowledge that could cause a War if it had ever gotten out, Lord Stark agreed to keep it secret as his honour demanded it.
6 years later
"A message for you my Lady. It is from Lord Azuregos."
"Thank you Jordis," Iona said. She opened the letter and began to read of her husband's tiding during his time in Winterfell. Lord Stark requested his presence because King Robert was coming North to visit Winterfell for the first time since the Greyjoy Rebellion. In addition to the king, the royal family was also coming to visit. Lord Stark wanted Winterfell as secure as possible for when the king arrives. It was Lord Ulfric who agreed to Lord Stark's request and sent Lord Solar Azuregos, and Lord Kaosu Blade along with a small group of twenty soldiers from both houses with them. They were under orders to remain with Lord Stark until such a time when Lord Stark's dismissed them. In return, her oldest daughter was allowed to travel to Winterfell as a guest of House Stark until she is ready to marry Robb Stark.
Jordis waited patiently for Iona to read the letter. Her concern grew when Iona's eyes narrowed. After several minutes, she put the letter down and let out a noticeable sigh. She turned to Jordis, worry and sadness clear on her face.
"Bad news, my Lady?"
Iona nodded. "The king arrived in Winterfell as expected. There were no attacks or illness during the journey, and Sapphira is getting along well with Robb, thank the Divines."
"However?" Jordis prompted.
"Bran, the second son of Lord Stark, fell from a tower."
"Bran?!"
Jordis and Iona turned to see a small girl entering the room. Iona's eyes softened when she saw the expression on the face of her child's face.
"Sophie."
"Is it true mother?" Sophie asked, tears gathering in her eyes. "Is Bran hurt?"
Iona gathered her child in her arms and cradled her child.
"Yes, I am sorry Sophie. Bran fell from a tower. He is greatly hurt but will live. However his legs will never be the same. He will walk but never run or climb as he once did," Iona whispered as she gently rocked her child. She could hear soft sobs coming from her child as Sophie cried for Bran. Iona felt her heart break. Her children, Sophie, Runa Fair-Shield, Blaise and Sapphira, were very close friends of Bran when she visited Winterfell. To hear that her friend may never play as they once did broke her child's heart.
"Mother?" Sophie asked in a soft voice.
"Yes, my daughter?"
"May I go to Winterfell soon?" Sophie pleaded.
Iona nodded and held Sophie. "When the King leaves Winterfell, we all shall visit Winterfell and offer our condolences. I will also bring our best healer as well to help Bran. Now, go child. I will be with you shortly."
"Yes mother."
Iona watched her child leave, no doubt to head for the Temple of the Divines to pray for Bran.
"She will be a wonderful leader one day, my Lady," Jordis whispered.
Iona nodded, wiping a tear from her eyes. "Better than I, no doubt."
She straightened her back and turned to Jordis. "Before I go, we must prepare in case House Stark goes to war."
"My Lady?" Jordis asked, completely stunned. "I understand Bran's accident-."
"It was no accident. Someone deliberately tried to kill Bran."
"Talos preserve us," Jordis whispered as she realized the implication.
"Lord Stark will no doubt go to war over the attempted murder of his child. Lady Catelyn will rally the Tullys as well," Iona said. "The other great houses of Westeros will not take kindly to the Starks and Tullys mustering their armies. It could become a war even greater than any war we've ever been in."
"What shall we do?"
"I want you to send envoys to the other lords in the DragonValley. In the meantime, prepare our people."
"I will my Lady."
"That will be all, Jordis."
Jordis bowed to Iona before exiting the throne room, leaving Iona alone with her guards. She pulled out a necklace with amulets of all the Nine Divines and began to pray to the gods, hoping that there will be a chance that the land will not be embroiled in another war.
At Winterfell
"Hmph, a cripple. Would have been a greater mercy if he'd been killed."
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Tyrion, the Imp of the Lannisters, stared in shock as a boy tackled his nephew and began to beat him with his fists. Joffrey tried to struggle but the pure fury from the child overwhelmed him. The child stopped beating Joffrey with his fists and began to slam his forehead into Joffrey's face, breaking the prince's nose. Sandor Clegane reached for his sword but a strong hand grasped his shoulder. He was thrown into the ground while another figure stepped over him and pulled the berserk child off of Joffrey. Tyrion stared at the child who writhed like a possessed man with blood dripping from his fists. Tyrion raised an eyebrow when he noticed that the child's knuckles were torn to shreds from how hard he struck Joffrey.
"Calm down, Samuel! He's had enough!" the stranger said.
"No he hasn't! I'll KILL HIM!," the child roared. Tyrion was shocked at the pure hate coming from the child's voice.
"ENOUGH SAMUEL!" another man bellowed. The man's voice shook Samuel out of his fury. The boy calmed down and he stared at his blood-soaked hands in shock. Tears of shame began to pour out of his eyes and he turned to his father in sorrow.
"I did it again, didn't I?" Samuel whispered.
"You did young man. Now go to Rita Solex to be healed. I shall deal with this."
Samuel nodded. He took one last glance of shame at the crying prince before running towards the castle. The man sighed and turned to Tyrion, bowing his head in apology.
"I'm sorry for that my lord. Samuel is a good child. He loves Bran as if he was his own brother. Bran's fall has caused him much sadness. Plus he hates seeing his friend's honour getting insulted."
Tyrion waved away his apology. "Do not worry Lord Blade. My nephew said horrible things. I would have struck him myself if little Samuel did not do so first."
The dwarf turned to Clegane who was staring down at Joffrey with muted disdain. "Hound, help Joffrey to the maester."
Sandor nodded and helped Joffrey to his feet. Even now, the prince was whimpering over the beating the small child gave him. Tyrion turned to Lord Blade with a wide smile on his face, holding out his hand to the Lord.
"I haven't officially introduced myself. Tyrion Lannister, the Imp of the Lannisters at your service."
Kaosu smiled and grasped the dwarf's hand. "Well-known from sea to sea as a well known connoisseur of women and wine."
"Heard of me have you?" Tyrion said. "I've heard of you as well. The great Lord Kaosu Blade, rider of the black Dragon. Vampire Hunter of the North. The stories I've heard of you are great of many but I'm curious of the man himself."
Kaosu smiled. The dwarf's carefree manner amused him. "Let's talk over bread and ale. I'm quite fond of the salted pork the cooks serve."
"Quite right, quite right. Come!"
Kaosu followed the dwarf into Winterfell's halls. He had heard of the dwarf's exploits and could see the disdain his sister had of him. Yet even though the world was cruel to him, the man still walked with a jaunt in his step and a smile on his face. Kaosu respected Tyrion for that, even more than his "honorable" siblings.
"Who was the boy?" Tyrion asked.
"Samuel, he is my son. He is also my only son, his older sister Lucia normally keeps him calm when he is at home," Kaosu replied.
"Hm. Your both here no doubt as guests for the Starks," Tyrion mused. "He seems like a sweet boy."
Kaosu smiled. "He is a gentle boy, much like his sister, his mother on the hand well she was a lot of trouble when I first met her."
"A story that must be heard," Tyrion said.
The pair sat down at a table and servants immediately gave them plates of food for the pair to feast on. Tyrion began to eat while Kaosu recounted the story for Tyrion to hear.
"I originally was originally just an adventurer but with constant increase of Vampire attacks that had been occurring I chose to join the Dawnguard a faction that's main goal was to eliminate the Vampire threat to Skyrim, that is where I first meet Solar Azuregos and his wife Iona Azuregos though back then she had a different last name which I won't say out of respect. At that time I thought I was the only Dragonborn in Skyrim at the time, yet from what I heard from some Dawnguard members was that a Dragonborn had killed the World Eater, a powerful dragon called Alduin. I learnt that very same day as myself and both Iona and Solar were tasked to investigate a cave that some Vampires were poking around in, that Solar was also a Dragonborn, he used a shout that set two Vampires on fire. As we got to the centre of the cave their was a strange pillar that put a spike through my hand, apparently it was an ancient blood magic seal. Once we dealt with the puzzle that had formed from the pillar it released a woman who was sealed inside her name was Serana. That is how i meet my wife and became friends with both Solar and Iona."
"Quite a tale," Tyrion muttered. "I am guessing since she was sealed away for a long time, she was a ....."
"Vampire, yes she was," Kaosu replied calmly. "But as we learned later unlike all the other Vampires we had encountered before, which were just people that were transformed by a disease, Serana and her family were true blood Vampires that were able to take on a Vampire Lord form. "
"And I am guessing the fact that she is your wife," Tyrion said gently. "She is no longer a Vampire?"
"Yes, she is no longer a Vampire, she became mortal again after we dealt with her insane father's plan to take away the sun," Kaosu replied.
"Interesting," Tyrion said while thinking about the last comment.
There was a few moments of silence as Tyrion gathered his thoughts.
"I've been meaning to ask you. What is that armor you are wearing?"
"This is mithril ebony armor, it consists mostly of ebony ingots, the mithril just gives it this White colour, plus the armour has been treated correctly that it could take a full BattleAxe and not have a scratch left on it."
Before Tyrion could get a word in, Lord Stark came barreling into the hall. He looked around wildly and spotted Kaosu sitting at the table with Tyrion. He ran up to Kaosu with a panicked expression on his face.
"Kaosu, what happened? The Queen Cersei and the Prince Joffrey are demanding Samuel's head," Eddard asked. "Your men and Solar's men have been protecting him from the queen's guards. They are holed up in the chapel."
Kaosu rushed away, closely followed by Tyrion and Eddard. Kaosu could hear bellowing coming from the chapel.
"Come you cowards! Let Death grant you passage to Sovngarde!"
Kaosu groaned as he recognized that voice. He entered the room to see nine of his soldiers in a protective ring around Samuel and ten of Solar's men in the middle separating both groups. One of Kaosu's men, a man dressed in black robes and a skull mask standing in front taunting the Lannister soldiers around them. The Queen and her son were shouting at the men to arrest Samuel while the King was eying House Blade's soldiers with amusement.
"What are you waiting for? Arrest them!" the queen screamed.
"Take one step and I'll see if you Lannister men bleed gold!" the reaper warrior roared.
"Hah! I like him," King Robert called out.
"Robert!" Eddard called out. "Stop this madness."
"Ned, here to join us at last," Robert happily replied. "Perhaps you can make sense of this madness. Men, stand down!"
The king's soldiers backed away at the command. The soldiers of house Blade did not relax though. Their leader spat at the men before turning to Kaosu.
"Kaosu, good for you to join us! Come, there's plenty of men to kill between the both of us, to bad Solar is playing the neutral party." the man called out.
"For good reason Death, I have a family to think of and I would rather not risk the safety of my daughter over you wanting to kill something." Solar shouted at Death as his men moved from the centre and stood next to him against the left side of the chapel.
"Enough Death. This doesn't have to end in bloodshed," Kaosu said calmly. Death's face fell.
"Not one?" he pleaded. "Can't I just gut one with my BattleAxe."
Robert began to laugh. "Now that's a man I can agree with. Let's get this mess sorted out."
Eddard lead everyone within the chapel into Winterfell's throne room. Robert sat in the chair and gestured for Samuel to step forward. The boy was obviously nervous but he stood tall and proud, staring boldly into the eyes of the king. The king nodded in approval at the boy.
"Speak your name, boy."
"Samuel, son of Lord Kaosu Blade of House Blade."
"House Blade eh? Explains why your father is here," Robert muttered. "What happened?"
"I heard Joffrey bragging to Lord Tyrion about how Bran should have died. How it would have been better for Bran to die rather than being crippled. At least being a cripple, he can still sing and laugh with us! He's my best friend and your son said he should die!" Samuel ranted. "So I beat him until my fists bled."
"See he admitted it!" the queen screamed out. "The punishment spilling royal blood is death!"
"Hmph and he was beaten by a boy two years younger than he was," Robert snorted in disdain. "Fine firstborn my son turned out to be. Even a child was able to beat you until your face was black and blue. Gods you're pathetic."
Robert whirled to his son. His face was covered in poultices and bandages, leaving only his mouth and left eye uncovered. None of the bandages could hide the humiliation radiating off the boy. Cersei's face twisted in anger at Robert's words.
"He should be executed!" Cersei demanded.
"Over our dead bodies!" Death roared. "MEN! TO ARMS!"
"HOLD!" Kaosu bellowed out. The soldiers of House Blade lowered their weapons. Solar let out a sigh of relief at Kaosu.
"Your grace, Samuel is just a boy. He is aware of his actions and his love for his friend. Must a boy be slain because another taunted his friend's misfortune. What would you have done if someone insulted Lyanna's honor?"
Robert's face twisted at the thought. He let out a growl but nodded in agreement.
"I admit, I would have done the same. Defending one's honor is not a deed to be punished for. I've gone to war and lost my greatest love for it," Robert whispered. He held his head up and looked at both Kaosu and to Solar before facing Samuel again.
"Boy, you are pardoned this once," Robert said. "Next time, remember who you are fighting against before you raise your swords."
Samuel nodded and bowed. "Thank you, your grace."
Robert chuckled. "You'll be a fine warrior. I'll look forward to when you're fully grown."
"You seriously cannot be allowing this boy off without punishment!" Cersei demanded. "Your own son was hurt."
"Exactly! He's a boy and his reasons were honorable. A trait that you damned lions forget in you gilded fucking halls!" Robert bellowed. "I would have done the same fucking thing. Now this is over!"
Cersei stomped out of the hall with her son trotting at her heels. A portion of the soldiers followed Cersei while the rest remained with Robert. Kaosu lead Samuel over to Solar and the soldiers of House Azuregos. As they walked, Samuel stared up to his father.
"I'm sorry father."
Kaosu gave the boy a reassuring smile. "There is nothing to forgive son. However from now on, you have to stay close to a guard. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
Solar watched the exchange between Kaosu and Samuel before calling one of his Soldiers
"Proginator!"
A dark elf wearing Heavy Falmer armour stepped forward. He smiled at Solar before thumping his chest. "Yes my lord?"
"I want you to watch Samuel every hour of the day. Never leave him alone, if you have to ask Exile or Geno to keep an eye on him. I don't trust the queen or the prince not to send someone to attack Samuel."
"As you command. Come now Samuel. Let's go see what Saphira and Arya are up to."
"Okay."
Proginator left the hall with Samuel at his side. The other soldiers turned to Solar, waiting for his orders.
"The rest of you are dismissed."
Solar walked over to Kaosu who had also dismissed his soldiers except for Death.
"Something wrong?"
Kaosu sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I know this will be difficult but we need Death here to be more diplomatic. No more yelling at the top of his lungs about killing someone every five minutes. We need to be more courteous."
Death let out a series of curses when Solar agreed with what Kaosu said. "As you wish. I will try to be more diplomatic."
The man stomped off, no doubt searching for something to kill. Kaosu and Solar turned away from the man to face Eddard. Eddard gave both Lords a loaded look. Kaosu sighed and held his hands high.
"I'll make sure my soldiers are under control, Lord Stark," Kaosu reassured him. "Especially Death. You have my word."
Eddard sighed. "I appreciate your people's assistance. I know our initial promise was your services until the King leaves Winterfell. However, I am asking for you and your men to accompany me to the capital for a period of time as I become settled as Hand of the King."
Solar frowned. "This goes much further than our initial agreement, my lord. Your request takes me very far from my wife. How long are we talking about?"
"Until the wedding between Joffrey and Sansa."
"The spoilt brat?" Kaosu asked astonished. "This will end badly."
"Sansa may be able to-."
"No, she won't. Arya would but we both know that Sansa doesn't have the strength or the will to curb Joffrey's wrath," Kaosu hissed.
"That's why I need you both with me. You can watch over Sansa and Joffrey. No one would stop you. Even the Queen's family fear the wrath you two could inflict too much to provoke you," Eddard pleaded.
Kaosu let out a huge sigh. "If I do this, you must promise that your son Bran will marry Lucia when she becomes of age."
"Done," Eddard agreed without hesitation.
"I'll tell my men about the new plans. Be prepared to hear Exile or Geno raise a ruckus. They will be in a foul mood for this." Solar replied
"Well it couldn't be worse than what happened here?" Eddard asked. Solar laughed.
"True plus I can't wait till I hear from you Kaosu, on how you stop Death going nuts."
"Thanks for the support Solar."
Far from Westeros, across the Narrow Seas, a hoard numbering thousands upon thousands of people slowly traversed the plains of Essos. A wind gently blew across the plains causing the tall grass to sway like waves of the ocean. Yet even with this serene atmosphere, it could not hide the pain and suffering of the slaves being cruelly marched by their Dothraki masters. The crack of the whip and the scream of pain could be heard every few seconds as the Dothraki travelled to their only city, Vaes Dothrak. A young woman with silver hair blowing in the wind watched the scene with sadness, silently reaching out to the wretched slaves. She wished she could do something to ease their pain but she was unable to.
"Khaleesi, is there something on your mind?"
Daenerys Targaryan turned to face her aid, Jorah Mormont. The former knight was peering at her face with concern, worry clear on his face. Daenerys shook her head, giving him a small smile.
"Its nothing Jorah."
"As you wish khaleesi."
Daenerys urged her horse forwards. The horse gave a small neigh and moved forwards with the horde. Jorah followed her a few feet away, quietly waiting for any command.
"Jorah?"
"Yes khaleesi?"
"Do you know of any great warriors of Westeros?"
Jorah nodded. "Aye I do. Far in the north, there are a few men, most notable ones are Lord Kaosu Blade, Lord Solar Azuregos and his daughter Lady Sapphira Azuregos. They apparently are called by their people, Dragonborns."
"Dragonborn?" Daenerys asked. "Are they Targaryan?"
"No khaleesi. They and the rest of their people arrived in Westeros from a country across the Sunset Sea, Skyrim. They were all survivors of a terrible war that ripped their country apart," Jorah answered. "Lord Stark allowed them sanctuary if their lords swore fealty to House Stark."
"Why are they called Dragonborns?" Daenerys asked.
Jorah grinned. "I asked the men of DragonValley that as well. Each of the nine Dragonborns were great warriors and heroes that their land had ever seen. No man or creature were able to stand against them. They are able to cut right through an armored man's chest with a single swing of their swords as if they were Dragonfangs, they said. However their greatest gift is there ability to use magic unheard of."
"Magic?" Daenerys scoffed. "There is no such thing."
"I believed that too until the day the armies of Stark and Baratheon stormed the island of Pyke," Jorah said gravely. His eyes fogged as he recounted that very day when he witnessed three of the Dragonborns in battle.
"With a single phrase, three of them burst open the gates of Castle Pyke. Their men swarmed into the castle as they strode in. Lord Blade wreathed himself in a cloak of fire and began to slaughter anyone close to him. Those lucky enough were immediately slaughtered by his sword. The unlucky ones were burned to death simply by being too close to him. I was close to Lord Azuregos when I saw a large group of Ironborn archers raise their bows at Solar Azuregos. They loosed their arrows at him but Solar spat a gout of fire from his mouth so hot that the men's bones were encased in molten steel. The poor bastards didn't even have time to scream before their flesh were melted off their bones."
"They sounds like dragons," Daenerys noted. "Well as close to dragons as any men could be."
"Aye," Jorah agreed. "They are."
"Jorah?"
"Yes khaleesi?"
"How many men will be needed to take DragonValley down?" Daenerys asked.
Jorah remained quiet for a long moment before speaking. His answer chilled Daenery's spine.
"Every men that we have, and probably more."
Back at Winterfell
"Your wrists are too stiff and weak Robb. You will also need a shield as well."
"I do not need a shield."
"Are you certain?"
"A shield slows me down. With two hands, I can swing my sword faster and with more control."
Sapphira blocked the sword with her shield. She then pushed hard with her shield, locking Robb's sword against it. Robb stumbled back but could not escape the follow up shield bash. Robb slipped onto the ground and froze as a blue sword was pointed at his throat.
"Aye, a shield does slow a warrior down. However a shield offers greater protection as your opponent is worn down. It is also a weapon that can clobber a man, even a knight," Sapphira instructed as she helped Robb back to his feet.
"I'll remember that," Robb said.
"We'll see," Sapphira said.
Robb picked up his sword once more and charged at Sapphira. From the balcony, Samuel and Arya watched the pair spar. Exile mean while kept a lazy eye on them from his seat. Arya paid close attention as she had never seen a woman fight like a knight. To see her brother's fiancé, Sapphira fight him just like men did was like a dream come true for Arya. The pair were so engrossed in the fight that they never heard a person approaching them.
"Is that Sapphira fighting Robb?"
Arya and Samuel looked around to see Sansa staring down with disdain at the woman.
"It is Sansa!" Arya said excitedly. "She's amazing."
"Real ladies don't fight," Sansa replied. "Ladies are supposed to sew and manage the household, and they mustn't fight their husbands."
"Why not?" Samuel asked. "My father always said that anyone who can hold a sword should learn how to use one."
"It's not right," Sansa snapped. "You're just a pathetic little boy from some strange country."
Samuel reeled back stung by the harsh words. Arya glared at her sister.
"Leave him alone Sansa! He didn't do anything."
"Haven't you heard what he's done?" Sansa replied. "He hurt the prince!"
"He deserved it!" Samuel said.
"Would you lot just shut up?"
The children turned to see Exile giving all of them an annoyed glare.
"You three are ruining my mood. Especially you, Lady Sansa. Yes, our women fight so they won't be helpless. They also manage the household. Samuel, the prince did deserve it. That's why you are constantly guarded to prevent it from ever happening again. Now is there any other questions for me to answer?"
"WHO THE HELL TOOK MY AXE?!"
Exile palmed his face in exasperation. "Dammit Death."
"Who are you?" Sansa asked.
"Exile, Master Assassin," Exile drawled out. "By the way, you dropped this."
Exile held out a small gold necklace. Sansa gasped and patted around her neck. She snatched the necklace and trounced off without saying another word. Arya's eyes widened as Exile leaned back with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"You stole her necklace!" Arya stated. "How did you do that?"
"Easy. Light fingers can do plenty of magic tricks," Exile explained. "I swiped it when she was peering over the balcony. It was such a pretty little thing. I couldn't resist."
Arya gaped before glaring at Samuel.
"What did I do?" Samuel asked.
"You're so lucky. I wish I had interesting people like that."
Before he could say another word, Arya ran off. Samuel gaped in confusion and then turned to an amused Exile.
"What did I do?"
Exile chuckled. "A question that many men have asked. Don't worry little lord. Even the gods are easier to understand then women."
Samuel just gave Exile a confused glance before slumping against the balcony rails.
"I'm so confused."
Exile let out a bark of laughter. "Every man understands. Every man."
A week passed and the King's convoy was ready to travel back to Kingslanding with the new Hand of the King. Robert sat atop his horse with his best friend next to him. Stark soldiers marched along the King's own soldiers with both House Azuregos and House Blade's soldiers as the vanguard. None of the DragonValley soldiers had mounts, preferring to march with their own two feet. The only ones with a mount were their leaders and kids.
Robert then turned to Eddard. "Well, we ain't getting much younger. Let's get moving."
At the king's command, the convoy began to slowly move. The wheels of carts and carriages creaked as sounds of hooves filled the air. As the horse under him settled into a sedate pace, Eddard's mind drifted to the conversation he had with both Lord Azuregos an Lord Blade in the crypts of Winterfell.
Flashback
"Kingslanding is a nest of snakes waiting to devour the next unsuspecting person that falls into it," Solar whispered. "You cannot accept this."
"For the last time, it is my duty," Eddard replied stubbornly. "Robert is my friend but foremost the King. He will need my help in the coming days."
Kaosu groaned. "Eddard, your honor is undeniable. A trait that I fear most people have forgotten in the warm southern land."
"I will remind them of that," Eddard replied confidently.
"I have no doubt," Solar said. "But there will be a day when the honor will cost you everything you hold dear. On that day, remember this. Does honor justify the dead?"
Before Eddard could answer, Kaosu and Solar left the crypt. Eddard stood still for the longest time, searching for an answer. All he could see though was the stony face of his sister's tomb.
End Flashback.
"Am I making the right choice?" Eddard asked, praying to the Old Gods for guidance.
He was not comforted when the trees around him were silent.