The penitence of the wolf - Northern diplomacy (Patreon)

Ashara Dayne, The Wall, The North

The king had returned, and apparently, he had not done it alone, thought the beautiful Dornish lady, watching with amusement as a large group of women and children were escorted by the soldiers

The new legionaries, former brothers of the Guard, looked at them with a frown and some even dared to question the presence of the "savages"

To Ashara's surprise, however, the soldiers themselves defended the women with a ferocity that could only be the product of passion and lust, and the way the women seemed to defend the soldiers from the "dirty southern crows" was quite amusing to the beautiful Dornish

And then, she saw him, riding on the back of his stallion, his winter armor covering his body, and his elegant and intimidating helmet, carrying a spear, as was customary in mounted warriors, and a beautiful sword at his waist

However, what caught the attention of the Dornish was the presence of the little girl, sitting in front of the monarch, who saw all of Castle Black with emotion on her young face

"Father, is this a castle?" she asked in amazement, in a childish and high-pitched voice

The monarch replied, at the same time as he disembarked from the imposing steed

"It is, though this one is quite old, nothing compared to the castles of the South," said the monarch, setting the little girl on the ground, as he looked around her with evident amazement

Looking at the monarch, everyone in the castle knelt, much to the disbelief of most of the women and children

"Stand," ordered the king, as he walked towards Ashara and Davos, who looked at him in surprise

"Davos, Ashara, the expedition was a success," said the king, and now that he was closer, Ashara could more easily see the beautiful sword at the king's waist

The old sailor looked at the strange group and simply nodded, asked no questions, at this point, too accustomed to the king's eccentricities to say anything

Ashara, on the other hand...

“Your grace, what happened? Who are these people?” asked the beautiful young woman

The monarch simply looked at her with amusement and spoke

"Spear wives of a northern tribe, helpless after an attack by the cannibals exterminated all of their man, they traveled with us, exchanging protection for knowledge about the Lands beyond the Wall," said the monarch, at the same time as a beautiful red-haired woman, with large breasts and wide hips, dressed in furs and carrying a spear of steel, walked towards the monarch

Ashara noted with curiosity that none of the King's Guard prevented the woman from passing

“Ashara, how are the lessons with Davos going?” asked the monarch, drawing the attention of the young Lady

"Davos is moving quickly, your grace, he is an excellent student," said the young Lady proudly, to the obvious embarrassment of the sailor

The king looked at them with a smile and said

"You will have two more students from now on" pointing to the woman and the little girl

"Ashara, I introduce you to Yrma and Ygritte, they will travel south with us, you will be in charge of teaching them to count, read and write," said the king firmly

Although surprised by the sudden request, the young Lady nodded gently, finding no problem with the king's request

And then, the little girl spoke

“Is she another one of your women? She is very beautiful," said the little terror, looking at Ashara from head to toe, much to the obvious embarrassment of the young Lady

Lady Dayne blushed completely, at the same time as the monarch responded, amusement on her face

"No, not yet, Ashara is in charge of the kingdom's maritime affairs, she is quite capable and intelligent, she will teach you what you need to know" said the king with evident pride in his voice

The monarch then walked to Prince Aemon, who received him with several letters from the capital

Leaving Ashara, with the pair of redheads alone

The beautiful Lady was about to introduce herself politely, when, with total lack of tact and in a rather direct manner, Yrma asked

"And when are you going to stole the chief? It's obvious that you want him badly, I can see it in your eyes," said the woman calmly, as she looked around with obvious surprise

Ashara's eyes widened in surprise, before taking on a face of amusement, apparently, this Yrma would be a great fit for Dorne

"The opportunity has not arisen, I have given many signs, but the king enjoys my frustration," Ashara said with a frown, remembering the many times she had tried to get the monarch to make her his own

Subtle touches, caresses, once I even rub her beautiful butt on the king's crotch

The answer? A sonorous and manly spanking that left her hotter and more obsessed than before

Yrma just rolled her eyes and said

"If you want him, steal him, make him yours, that's what a freefolk woman would do," Yrma said with passion in her voice

"Freefolk?" Ashara asked with uncertainty in her voice

Yrma only sighed and took Ashara by the hand said

"Come on, Chief Aerys ordered me to learn to read, count and write, and threatened not to fuck me again if I didn't obey, so we have a lot to do," said Yrma taking Ygritte's hand, who was still looking at the whole castle with astonished eyes and walking towards the castle

Ashara sighed, but the strange woman's words caught the curiosity of the lady of Starfall, so she hurried to follow the curious woman into the castle

After all, her king's orders had been quite clear, and if she could get some succulent details about her dragon's carnal performance, even better, thought the beautiful Dornish with a smile

Aerys Targaryen, Castle Black, The Wall

"Uncle Aemon," Aerys greeted courteously, watching with amusement as the old man's gaze met Dark Sister's hilt

With an elegant motion, Aerys pulled the sword from its scabbard and showed it to the old man, who gently stroked it

"The legacy of our family, a silent witness to past glories," Aemon said reverently

Aerys frowned and replied

"House Targaryen is more than a sword, or a simple throne, we are fire incarnate, we are dragons, not steel," said the monarch looking around, realizing that Castle Black had visitors

Dressed in furs similar to those of Ygritte's Spear wives, with iron plates underneath and thick cloaks, huge men walked towards him with frowns

Gerold and Brynden took up their swords as they saw the men approaching, but Aerys simply raised his hand to signal them not to act

As the giant approached the monarch, Aerys did not back down, simply challenging him with his gaze, eyes as bright as amethysts and as icy as winter storms, a technique of intimidation he had perfected in his time as ruler of the North 

The approval in the chief's eyes was more than evident

"I'm Hugo, he's my nephew Theo, from Clan Wull, from the mountains," said the man without any words, reverence or stupidity

Ah, northern diplomacy, Aerys thought in advance

Gerold and Brynden were visibly offended, but Aerys beat them to the punch

"I'm Aerys of the dragon clan, from the South, I'm the chief of your chief," he said simply, before the tense gazes of Lord Stark, the King's Guards, Lord Commander Jeor, and Maester Aemon

Hugh simply leaned over to the monarch, and said

"I heard that the Night's Watch, a millenary northern brotherhood, is no more, by your order," Hugo said  

Aerys simply nodded, taking off the shadow cat cloak that Yrma had made for him, in the words of his new mistress, it was a cloak worthy of the chief of chiefs and handing it to Gerold

"I did, now they answer to me and my clan, do you have anything to say about it?"  he said simply while looking at Hugo defiantly

The man simply smiled, a sight that, in men weaker than Aerys, would instill terror

In the king? Anticipation only

It was time for good old northern diplomacy

Gerold Hightower, the Wall

Gerold was old, during his life, he thought he had already seen it all, he had fought in the war of the nine penny kings, the tragedy of Summerhall, he was even present during Prince Duncan's scandal with Jeyne of Oldstones

However, he had never witnessed anything as surreal as what I was seeing right now

"Are these things usual in the royal family?" asked Ser Brynden, as confused as Gerold was, who was stupefied to watch as his King beat the beating the shit out of one of the greatest and fiercest men he ever saw

Around them, the rest of the warriors of the Wull clan and the Targaryen soldiers shouted non-stop, each one supporting their respective leader, some even making bets among themselves

Gerold watched as the king's mistress and the little redhead did not stop shouting and showing their support for the monarch

"COME ON, FATHER, KNOCK OUT HIS TEETH, SHOW HIM WHO IS THE TRUE CHIEF!" screamed the little red-haired terror, watching as the king lifted the huge man with great ease and threw him to the ground, giving him a couple of blows in the process

Gerold's incredulity was seen by Maester Aemon, who, looking at him with amusement, spoke

"Don't make that face, Ser, my nephew is just exercising northern diplomacy," said the old man with amusement in his voice

In disbelief, Ser Gerold looked at Prince Aemon and spoke

“Diplomacy? A northern Lord is daring to strike our king, and we are forbidden to intervene," he said with reproach in his voice

Beside him, Brynden snorted and said

"It's not like our king needs help" looking at how the king was having the time of his life, laughing loudly, while throwing powerful blows to the northerner's face and body

“Look around you, Ser, what do you see in the faces of the people around you?” asked the master cunningly

Ser Gerold looked around, now more carefully and could not help but be surprised at what he saw

Southern soldiers looked at their king with awe and respect, Gerold could understand it, many of them were used to weak Lords, so seeing your king's martial prowess was an excellent thing for morale

But the real surprise was found in the northerners, since they arrived, most of them looked at them with distrust and suspicion, they were courteous, but cold

But right now, all the northerners saw the king, subduing one of the strongest men Gerold had ever seen with alarming ease, and the Knight saw only one thing

Respect

"The North is a hard, ruthless and cruel place, martial prowess and cunning are the most important things for these people, they don't think about the Game of Thrones of the South, the only concern is that their people are well, that they can live through the winter, and apparently, my nephew knows it," Aemon said with pride in his voice

The conversation was interrupted by a powerful cry from the monarch, who had lifted Hugo Will's body to the amazement of all those present, and had smashed it to the ground, then grabbed the man's hair and gave him three accurate blows in the face

"SUBMIT," growled the monarch

However, Hugo Wull did not seem to be able to respond, so his nephew, Theo threw the white scarf on behalf of his uncle, accepting defeat and Targaryen supremacy in the clans, even above the Starks

Another political move, Gerold thought, when he saw how all the men present, including the northerners, applauded and cheered the king's victory

Before Gerold's incredulous gaze, Aemon just laughed and said

"I told you, diplomacy" watching as Yrma and little Ygritte approached the monarch, the little redhead jumped all over the place while imitating the movements of the monarch, emotion on her face more than evident, while Yrma wiped the blood and dirt from the hands and face of the monarch

Out of nowhere, Brynden began to laugh softly, much to the curiosity of Gerold and Aemon

"What's the matter, Brother Brynden?" asked the White Bull curiously

Shaking his head, Brynden replied

"Nothing, only that I can't wait for the meeting between our king and the Freys, something tells me it will be... very interesting” before laughing again, lost in his own fantasies

Gerold snorted, now that Brynden had put that image in his mind, he couldn't forget it

It would be an explosive encounter, of that he was sure, Gerold thought

The castle's activities were interrupted by a mighty roar, a familiar one, so powerful that it shook the foundations of Castle Black, at the same time that a towering, great shadow became visible, and Rhaegal's towering vision landed on one of the towers

The monarch's mount had grown in the three months they had been away, possessing a size similar to that of a small ship

And therefore, large enough to be mounted 

Gerold watched with amusement as all the northerners, including Yrma and little Ygritte, looked like they would shit on themselves at Rhaegal's imposing vision

The monarch's reaction? He rolled his eyes and, with the cloak that Yrma made on his shoulders, he approached the tower where the dragon was and said

"Lykirī, Rhaegal," said the king firmly, as he raised his hand gently

The imposing beast, with a softness that he must not have possessed considering its enormous size, came down from the tower, walking slowly to where the monarch was, at the same time that all the men moved away to give him the space he wanted

When he reached the king, Gerold watched as Rhaegal bowed one shoulder, the invitation more than obvious

Gerold would witness a Targaryen dragon Lord, flying on the back of a dragon, for the first time in more than two hundred years

To the utter silence of all in the castle, the king stroked Rhaegal's neck, while he muttered softly, and with great agility, mounted on the back of the beast, without a saddle, without a harness

And before anyone could say anything, the words were heard

“Sōvēs, Rhaegal”

The mighty emerald-scaled titan roared into the sky, releasing a powerful emerald flame, which lit up the castle completely, and with a leap, rose through the icy airs of the Wall

And Gerold witnessed the return of the Dragon Lords, more powerful than ever

And evidently, they were here to stay

Rhaegar Targaryen, Ruins of Summerhall, the Stormlands

"Here we are," said the young prince, frowning, looking at the gloomy ruins, the place of his birth, where his grandfather and much of his family died

Summerhall

"It's gloomier than they say," Arthur said with some suspicion, looking at the decaying structure

Rhaegar nodded and asked

“Do we have information about bandits or vermin?”

Arthur shook his head and said

"No, for some strange reason, these ruins remain desolate, not even the bandits dare to enter, they think it is haunted"

"Perhaps they are not so far from reality," said the prince, his accompanying raven refused to approach the ruins, no matter how many times Rhaegar wanted to bribe him with cooked meat

"Do you know the details about what happened that night?" Arthur asked, taking advantage of the fact that they were alone

Rhaegar simply shook his head and replied

“No, I only know the words of my uncle Aemon, the basement, was the place chosen for the ritual, however, the reports of that tragic day were... strange, reported that the fire did not come from below, but from above," said the prince

Arthur frowned at that little detail

"Sabotage?" asked the Dornish knight

"I don't know, but we'll find out," promised the prince, as he propelled his horse into the ruins, being followed by Arthur and the small number of guards who functioned as escorts

However, before he could enter, the bustle of a group of riders caught his attention, at least two dozen, wearing the red and white colors and the eagle of the Connington

As he approached, a young Lord spoke

"Stop there, entry to the ruins is forbidden by order of..." at that moment, Rhaegar intervened

"House Targaryen, my family, and although I admire the fulfillment of your duty to be, we are in the midst of an important mission," Rhaegar said in what Arthur called "king's voice"

When they saw who it was, all the soldiers and the young Lord immediately knelt down

“My... My prince, I didn't recognize you, an apology," said the young man, afraid of reprisals for his audacity.

Rhaegar just sighed and rolled his eyes and said

"No problem, just make sure it doesn't happen again," said the prince, beginning to ride towards the ruins, before the alarmed eyes of the men

"MY PRINCE! It's very dangerous! The ruins are falling apart," said the young Lord with evident alarm in his eyes

Rhaegar looked at him seriously and answers

"I have a mission in those ruins, if you are so concerned about my safety, make sure you keep me safe, I trust you, Lord..." said the prince, waiting for the young man's answer

With a blush, he replied

"Jon, Lord Jon Connington, my prince," he said with a lack of air in his voice, while looking at the prince with disturbing eyes, similar to those Maya and Elia did when they wanted to be fucked

Suppressing a shiver, the prince said quickly

"Jon Connington, I trust you to protect me," said the prince and without waiting for an answer, I rode with his soldiers and Arthur towards the ruins

Leaving an ecstatic and obsessed Lord, with a great impression and a unique reason for life

Protecting Rhaegar Targaryen at any cost

Sternly, he looked at his soldiers and began to give orders

"YOU HEARD MY PRINCE DOGS, he has a mission, let us form a camp, let a couple of hunters get a worthy prey of the royal house, I will personally take care of his safety," said the young Lord, at the same time, pointing to his three best soldiers, they began to ride towards the ruins, following the trail of Prince Rhaegar

None of the men present that afternoon suspected the importance of such an expedition for the future of the house of the Dragon

Cersei Lannister, the Dragon Tower, King’s Landing

"This is alarming, so far none of our ships have been affected, but I will talk to the Lord Hand and Prince Rhaegar to draw up a plan of action," Cersei promised the captains of the ships that were attacked by pirates, near the coast of Vale

At that moment, Cersei watched as her father and Hand of the King, Lord Tywin, entered his office, with a cold and serious countenance, typical of the Lord of Casterly Rock

"Dismissed," Cersei ordered, as she began to make some notes and the captains left the room, bowing their heads to their father, although that mattered little to the beautiful Lady, there was a lot to do

"I see that you have adapted well to your new position, I must admit that, at first, I questioned the king's judgment in appointing you to such an important position," said his father as he took his seat

Cersei finished writing and looked at her father with steady eyes

"What a warm words, the kind any daughter wishes to hear from her father," said the beautiful Lady sarcastically

Tywin didn't answer, he just looked around, Cersei's office was like his daughter, banal, elegant and luxurious, but no less important

"Your work has been excellent, thanks to your administration we have taken care of those who thought they could cheat the crown," said the old man

Cersei stifled a snort, that was the closest Tywin Lannister would ever come to a congratulation.

With a sigh, Cersei replied

"What do you want, father? I'm busy," Cersei said with tiredness in her eyes, she still had to review the decrees and the routes for the next three months

"Your aunt sent a letter, apparently the king returned safely from his expedition, with a magnificent treasure, Dark Sister, the Valyrian steel sword of the Targaryens, has returned to the royal house," Tywin said indifferently

Cersei was internally happy at the healthy return of her owner; however, it was evident that her father was worried about something

"I'm happy for my aunt, I'm sure the king celebrated by riding her for several consecutive nights," Cersei said, reading her father's face clearly, the way in which the vein in her neck moved subtly, or the slight movement of her eyebrows, since she took private lessons with her beloved king, Cersei could read her father more easily

And now, it was evident that Lord Tywin was upset

"The king mocks your aunt and our family, taking a Lannister as a simple whore, the nobles talk, the closeness they possess."

Cersei just raised an eyebrow looking at her father, dying of laughter inside, I feel sincere, if Tywin Lannister found out about the things Cersei did for her king, he would die on the spot

"I don't see the problem, to be honest, I can't blame my aunt, your useless father married her to a Frey among all the nobles, I imagine that being a king's whore is better than being the wife of one of those weasels" Cersei said, enjoying her father's face of fury and acceptance at her words

This was funny, the lioness thought with amusement

"The Freys, another fucking problem, I understand Aerys' intention, it's even a good idea, more trade equals more gold, but dealing with that putrid family is not worth it," said the Lord Hand

Cersei raised an eyebrow elegantly and replied

“What makes you think that he plans to deal with them?” said the Lady, enjoying how her father's countenance now gained confusion

Frowning, Tywin asked

“What do you mean?”

Cersei just snorted and said

"Think about it, House Targaryen tightens the Freys' necks, while everyone around them makes a profit, knowing full well that the weasels will do something stupid, giving you the perfect pretext to get rid of them, in a show of unparalleled strength," said the beautiful young woman calmly, while her beautiful green eyes thought of her king's plan

"And when there is no Freys, wouldn’t be a great idea that the king will put his submissive and helpful mistress at the Head of one of the most important trading posts on the continent?" Cersei asked looking at her father as if he were an imbecile, enjoying Tywin's eyes

Quickly, the Lord shook his head and spoke

"You're assuming, although I must grant that you may be right," her father said, and apparently, agreeing with Cersei seemed to hurt him

"It may be," Cersei conceded, while pouring herself a glass of wine, without offering it to her father, who simply raised an eyebrow

"But it's a big possibility, and having connections with the Lady of such an important trading center as The Twins, is a benefit to us, hopefully, the king will make our aunt a widow in the process," said the lioness with amusement

Tywin didn't say anything else; he just looked at his daughter with something Cersei had been looking for all her life

Pride  

That look, once upon a time, would have been everything to Cersei, but now she had a new daddy to please, and the only approval Cersei needed

It was Aerys Targaryen's

"You are a worthy daughter of the Lannister house," Tywin said

No, Cersei thought, I'm a worthy consort of the dragon's house

Changing the subject, the beautiful Lady asked

"Do you hear from the Three Sisters?" curiosity in her voice

Her father shook his head and said

“No, there is no answer, I sent a second letter, in case the crow has gotten lost on the way, however, if you do not respond on a moon, I will start planning military actions for disobeying the crown”

Cersei nodded and said

"Don't forget to reinforce the west coast, Quellon Greyjoy is very sick, the latest report indicates that he can no longer get out of his bed, it's a matter of time before the stranger takes him away and leaves us with the fucking problem that is his son Balon" Cersei said with cold and calculating eyes

Tywin just nodded, and they continued to talk, not as father and daughter, that relationship was simply impossible to develop at this point, but as colleagues, as equals

As servants of House Targaryen