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Aemon Targaryen, Wolf’s Den

"It's beautiful," said Clarissa, looking with big eyes at the beautiful and ostentatious Targaryen ring

"It is," Harry said, looking at the ring with obvious amazement

Clarissa raised her face and said

"Do it again, brother!" emotion more than evident in her young face

Aemon smiled tenderly, at the same time that, from his forearm to his fingers, dangerous and powerful jet flames manifested instantly, much to Clarissa and Harry's excitement

"The power of the Ring is simply overwhelming, although it is nowhere near Stark power," Nerea said smugly, causing Aemon to roll his eyes with a smile

“And speaking of the Stark Ring... we need to talk," Aemon ordered firmly

Given the tone used, both Harry and Clarissa knew that Jon had to deal with important things with Nerea, so they simply left the office, they would have time to talk to their brother at dinner about his adventure  

"When I get the second ring, my mastery over elemental magic increased considerably, I need access to green seeing" Aemon said with determination

Nerea looked at him silently for a moment, before answering

"I can feel it, although the Draconic magic inside you is volatile and powerful, it doesn't negatively affect your Stark magic, they even complement each other," said the champion with a small smile, which Aemon reciprocated

"With the mastery of elemental magic, I need access to more memories and information from the Stark family" Aemon said calmly and politely, although for Nerea, it was more than clear that it was an order

"As Lord Stark commands," said the beautiful woman, bowing her head in total submission, at the same time as the winter codex began to glow, emitting a soft white light

The Stark Ring shone brightly, causing Aemon's eyes to change from their characteristic grayish purple to a bright and terrifying amber color

A dense fog covered the room, leaving Nerea and Aemon in a kind of limbo

"The ring has judged your power and has unlocked the third seal of knowledge, get ready," Nerea said seriously

Aemon only frowned, at the same time as the fog disappeared, returning to the Wolf's Den, in this memory, he was in castle central garden, where the imposing presence of the white oak dominated the entire place

In front of him, there were three figures, two were women, beautiful, elegant and powerful, Aemon easily recognized Priscilla Vallens, she was wearing a "dress" whose purpose was not to protect the body of the beautiful woman, but to highlight her beauty, her neck adorned by a steel choker with runes, marking her as property of the Stark house

Beside her, a beautiful woman, quite young, about Aemon's current age, with black hair and gray eyes, dressed in an elegant blue robe with silver trimmings, a full-fledged Stark maiden

And in the center, with an imposing and powerful bearing, an elderly man, with a shiny bronze spear at his side, which seemed to emit so much magic that even Aemon, who was only seeing a memory, could feel it

His appearance had changed, Lorian Stark now sported a beard, which began to show white locks, and for some reason, he had lost an eye, which was covered by a patch

And then the memory began

"Claudius never had a chance," Priscilla said with resignation, looking at the imposing tree with amazement and devotion, at the same time caressing the choker on her neck

The Stark maid looked at the concubine with a frown, before turning her full attention to who Aemon assumed was her father

"Father, are you sure it will work? I grew up with stories of our glorious kingdom, of the sacred Winterfell and of our legacy as kings of winter, but I don't dislike these lands, it's my home," said the young woman, while seeing her father with despair on his face

Lorian, for his part, turned around and looked at his daughter affectionately, taking her face softly

"You rule this castle now darling, this is your legacy, your role is crucial, from today on, you will be Lady Stark, take care of your brothers and remember, when the Snow falls..." however, Aemon watched with amusement as the young Lady interrupted her father with tears in her eyes

“When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives”

Lorian looked at his eldest daughter proudly, and then... look back at the tree, raise my left hand and say a few words that would become Aemon's obsession from now on, using the old tongue

“Bifrost to me!”

Lorian's arm, which was tattooed with countless runes familiar to Aemon, lit up with a red glow as the leaves of the white oak changed from their characteristic bright silver to a deep blood red

Roots of the same oak tree emerged from the ground, forming an arc, from which a kind of rainbow vortex appeared, which, after a few moments, manifested itself in a place familiar to Aemon

The Godswood of Winterfell, with the beautiful heart tree and the pond where his adventure began

The Bifrost was a bridge, a spell so powerful, that it would allow him to travel across the Yggdrasil, to his home, to his family

To his destiny

Lorian Stark gave a loud spanking to Priscilla, who simply looked at him with amusement, before walking with a swagger of her hips towards the portal, not at all bothered with her current situation

She is followed by Lorian Stark, who, before entering the portal...

Looked straight at Aemon, his one eye shining like a miniature sun

"I have seen everything, young wolf, your past, your present and your glorious future, the pinnacle of centuries of planning, the last trump card of our Gods to deal with the plague of the raven"

Aemon was dumbfounded, Lorian Stark had lived more than two thousand years ago, how did he know of Aemon's existence?

"Yours is the song of ice and fire, two bloodlines of kings, two magical families, when you are strong enough, follow in my footsteps, my legend, my legacy, find Asgard, and claim the true secrets of the princes of winter, believe me, you will need them"

Then, Lorian Stark hit the ground with his spear, causing the memory to end abruptly and sending Aemon and Nerea back to the present, who remained in total silence for a long time

"That was interesting," Nerea said, lost in thought

However, Aemon's mind was having a thousand thoughts at that moment

The Bifrost, why he didn't see it before!

The rainbow bridge of Norse mythology that connects the nine kingdoms of Yggdrasil!

The Bifrost was a powerful spell that would allow him to return home!

And then, Aemon couldn't help but think about the last meeting he had with Donna

Flashback

Aemon firmly entered the velvet room, the familiar scene of the red keep with the iron throne room was strangely comforting to him, however, some things had changed

On the throne, his silhouette had gained strength, as if Aemon's actions had brought him closer to his destiny, at the same time that, at the foot of the throne, all his women had appeared, as well as Harry and Clarissa, both of them looking older, as if of Aemon's current age

"It's considerable progress, your inner circle has increased greatly, you are closer to your conquest," Donna said with satisfaction on her face, while hugging Aemon from behind

"However, you must be aware of how the game of thrones board is at this moment my dear" said the beautiful woman, just a whisper that shook Aemon completely, Donna's hands caressed his body gently

Suddenly, three imposing figures appeared in front of the throne, the image of Robert Baratheon in his battle armor, with the famous war hammer in his hand, in the center, it was the raven, the plague that had to be eliminated, however, the third figure was unknown to Aemon

He was a young man, of Valyrian descent, of similar age to Aemon, carrying a Valyrian steel sword in his hand and black armor

"Your three greatest rivals, the three of them very powerful in their own right, the three of them ruthless, and all three, wishing for your death," said Donna, looking at the figures with obvious contempt

"I don't recognize the young warrior," Aemon said with a frown

Donna simply laughed, guiding Aemon to a sleek couch and sitting on his lap

"You will recognize him, in due time, believe it or not, he is the most dangerous of your enemies," said Donna, before she kissed Aemon on the lips with curiosity and enthusiasm

Instinctively, Aemon returned the gesture, which lasted only an instant

"Analyze them, study them, you must use everything you have learned to defeat them" said Donna firmly

"I hope you're ready, because from now on, the real game begins, every night you'll come here to train your soul, and be able to endure the crow's yoke, your spirit must be rebellious and uncontrollable, if you want to have a chance of defeating it," Donna said seriously

Aemon nodded firmly, but his hands were still on Donna's waist

"I'm ready," Aemon said with total seriousness and concentration

Donna just smiled, pleased by the great change Aemon had had, that "bastard" from Winterfell was far away

Jon Snow was dead, and Aemon Targaryen was here to stay  

"Perfect, then we'll start right now" Donna said, disappearing from Aemon's lap and appearing across the room

The beautiful woman touched her butterfly-shaped brooch and screamed

“PERSONA!”

An instant later, a pair of devilish-looking snowmen were present

Aemon inhaled and called in his mind

“Arrax, are you ready?”  

The powerful roar of their guardian was present

"I was born ready, let's begin," he said with evident emotion in his voice

Aemon shouted, at the same time as Arrax's imposing vision manifested itself in the room, letting out a powerful roar

"If you wish to resist the raven yoke, your spirit must be uncontrollable, your soul is powerful, unleash its full potential," Donna said, sending the snowmen towards Arrax

The first training session had begun

Flashback end

Nerea's voice brought him back to the present

"The last part of your training will also be the most complicated of all, the power of green sight, the past, present and future, at your fingertips, the direct connection with Yggdrasil, allowing you to see through time itself at will" said Nerea

Aemon inhaled hard at those words, that ability sounded extremely powerful

And therefore, like everything that had to do with magic, extremely dangerous as well

"And the negative side?" asked Aemon calmly, to Nerea's obvious approval

"Good, you're learning, and as you suppose, there are negative things, at least at first," Nerea said calmly

"Green sight is a direct connection with Ygdrasill, so it involves exposing your mind and soul to the flow of all the magic that exists, something that, in weak minds, could make them go crazy, that's why, in the past, it was common for green seers to die quite young, unable to bear the cosmic connection," Nerea said with resignation

“However. You are anything but ordinary, your power is colossal and your will titanic, but I don't plan to take risks, you must master occlumency and Legilimens, before I even allow you to touch the knowledge of green sight” Nerea said fiercely, it was a point she did not plan to discuss

And Aemon just nodded, agreeing completely

"Take out the mind flayer" Aemon ordered, taking a seat in the Lord's chair

At those words, Nerea hesitated, and a look of absolute terror invaded her, not wishing to subject Aemon to the torture of last year again

"It wasn't a question," he said firmly, noticing Nerea's hesitation and using his power over Nerea to force her to obey

Submissively, Nerea tilted her head and snapped her fingers, causing the damn crown to appear

"You mentioned that it takes an iron will and an unbreakable spirit," Aemon said, placing the artifact on his head, while inhaling forcefully

"If you are suffering, I will stop it" Nerea said desperately, defying her Lord's orders

Aemon just smiled and spoke

"Suffering is the payment that success demands, basic rule of alchemy, you can't get anything without sacrificing anything in return, I will suffer, but I will survive and flourish, emerging more powerful than before," Lord Stark said firmly

Nerea looked at him proudly and activated the device, placing it on the same level that, a year ago, had made Aemon sob in pain and beg for mercy

Now? The young Lord stood gallant, with a cold look and a calm breath, Aemon's voice, firm and untamed, commanded

“More”

And Nerea obeyed, proud of the extreme change of her beloved Lord, that insecure young man she had meet was gone, and a powerful Lord had taken his place

The rest of the afternoon, Aemon and Nerea trained until dinner time arrived

Without being aware of what, at that very moment, was happening in the rest of the castle

Robert Baratheon, King’s Landing, Vanaheim

"Robert for the Seven, you have to attend the meeting, it's very important" said Jon Arryn with resignation in his voice, while the monarch continued to fuck one of the whores in the city

"I'm busy Jon, take care of everything" said the monarch as he pierced the bowels of the catatonic whore

"You are the king, it is important that you are present for the collection of taxes and..." however, the monarch interrupted

"Unless it's a war or news about the dragon spawn, take care of it, now get out, oh and tell Baelish that I want two more whores for tonight," said the king while laughing loudly and continuing with his favorite activity, breaking cunts

Jon Arryn nodded and bowed his head before leaving, but Robert was able to see a feeling on the old man's face

Contempt

Poor Jon Arryn, he knew absolutely nothing

When he finished spilling his seed inside the dog, Robert made sure she was unconscious, before ordering Ser Barristan and Ser Arys

"I'm not for anyone," he said simply

Both gentlemen nodded

“As you order, your grace”

Robert returned to the room, and carefully opened the old closet in the corner, looking for a metal surface inside

Finding it, he opened it extremely gently, revealing one of the secret passages of the fortress, which descended towards the hill

Robert entered and closed the entrance gently, while his smiling, carefree countenance disappeared, giving way to a single feeling

Absolute terror

At the end of the corridor, he arrived at some luxurious rooms, they were huge, with a huge bed, with two sluts asleep in it

Both have black hair, with northern features

And on the other side of the room, growls and bangs dominated the room, at the same time that a colossal man, as strong as a fucking bull, brandished a war hammer as heavy as a man, as if it were a fucking dagger, his blue eyes cold and calculating, as he smashed the mannequin he was using to practice

Noticing the presence of the "king" the imposing figure approached and ordered

“Speak”

The "monarch" knelt before the imposing vision of Robert Baratheon, the real one

"As you mentioned, the council is full of opportunists, Jon Arryn does his best to keep the kingdom afloat and..." however, the man interrupted

"Jon Arryn is a dumb and stupid old man, his usefulness to me ended at the time the Targaryens died, give me the situation that the whores I pay you told you Marius" said Robert Baratheon with a terrifying look and cold eyes

"Robert" chickened out and responded quickly

"Lord Baelish is stealing from the crown, inflating the price and asking for loans that are not necessary, he has bought half of the golden cloaks, the half that you don't control, and uses them to extort money from the merchants, every month, he sends the gold to an unknown place, that's all I know," said Marius, who,  for years, he had functioned as the king's double, King Robert had discovered him in a small village in the Stormlands, being a bastard of Lord Steffon and quite physically similar to the king, Marius had served him for years as a double

"Then the filthy vermin will make its move soon," Robert said to himself, looking longingly at his armor, the one he hadn't used since he tore the Greyjoys to pieces

"Keep doing what you do, I'll take care of tracking down the gold, Baelish has fulfilled his usefulness, embezzle the lion, faith and roses, his usefulness comes to an end, leave me alone, I have to think," ordered the monarch

Robert" knelt down, kissed the floor, and left the place, leaving the true Baratheon monarch alone with his thoughts and his terrifying hammer

Poor Baelish, the imbecile thought he was a Game of Thrones player, when, all his disgusting and miserable life, he had only been a pawn

From the rebellion, manipulated to send Brandon Stark to the mad king, intercept the letter from the Stark bitch and even start the kidnapping rumor

The worm had been useful, but the time was approaching, the alliance that put him in power was faltering, the lions and the falcons wanted more and more power, so the time to eliminate them was approaching

Robert took his robe with a grunt and calmly began to climb some stairs, different from the ones his bastard brother had taken, which would take him to a particular place

The Tower of the Hand

After several minutes, Robert arrived at the quarters of one of his agents

"Your grace," said the voice of none other than Lysa, Jon Arrryn's wife

And one of the many whores who served the real stag with total devotion

Indifferently, Robert grabbed the Lady's red hair, and forced her to kneel

"I have work for you," he said calmly, looking with pleasure at the total devotion in the sick eyes of the Tully whore

"Your wishes are orders, your grace, what can this simple whore do for you?" she asks with total need and devotion

Robert enjoyed this sensation madly, Lysa's submission was intoxicating

"The moment is coming, prepare everything to act as soon as I give you the order," said Robert, as he began to undress his whore, who, to the monarch's no surprise, was totally wet

"What are your orders?" Lysa said, her eyes getting white with pleasure at feeling the cock of the Stag King with her small hands

Robert just snorted, while putting Lysa on her hands and knees

"You'll kill Jon Arryn, soon, but I wish you had everything ready, you understand? It's time for things in Westeros to shake a bit," said the king, spearing his cock into Lysa's cunt in one movement, who moaned totally decomposed, at the brutal fuck that was coming

“As you order, your grace”

Robert looked at her pleased, before continuing with the act, the Game was advancing, the old pieces had to be eliminated and new ones took their place

All led, by Stag King, the true and only ruler of Westeros

The only true player in the Game of Thrones