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Aemon Targaryen, Wolf’s Den

"As you ordered my lord, a full stable, enchanted and equipped with everything these wonderful boys could need," said Charlie, really proud of his work

"Excellent job as always Charlie" said Aemon sincerely, really pleased with the redhead's work

Charlie shook his head and said

"They are beautiful, living Hebrids! A dream comes true Although they are especially huge, you tell me that they are only one year old?” Charlie asked, looking for confirmation

Aemon nodded calmly, curious about the words of an expert like Charlie, who, at his Lord's statement, only shook his head

"The records say that this size should belong to a hebrid of at least ten years, if the growth rate continues, they will be the largest dragons in history, these are already the size of a large moose" Charlie said amazed and excited, something that put a smile on Aemon's face, the young man's passion for dragons was contagious

“Were the orders I left carried out?” Aemon asked, walking towards the nest calmly, the dragons, who were flying through the magically expanded cavern, noticed him and threw themselves towards him

Charlie took several steps back, as he answered

"Aye my Lord, though, I must again express my concern, there has only been a record of a single person in the history of the Wizarding World capable of riding a dragon, I do not recommend it," Charlie said with sincere concern for Aemon

The Lord simply raised his hand calmly and spoke

"Don't worry, everything will be fine" at the same time as the five huge, but still youthful dragons landed and began to try to get Aemon's attention

The young Targaryen was missing hands, if he caressed one for a long time, another dragon would push him and take his place, it was a behavior that, when they were small was tender and fun

Now? They made the entire cave shake, although Aemon was certain that it would not collapse

“It's incredible, they tolerate me and my team, but they look at us as servants, but with you... it's a really impressive symbiosis” Charlie said completely absorbed in the moment

Aemon smiled; however, his answer was interrupted by a roar, this one was more powerful than the rest, followed by something huge landing, the young Lord directed his gaze towards where the largest of the dragons was, this, unlike his brothers, was the size of a small elephant and evidently, he was the alpha of the Nest

The rest simply made way for him, as he calmly walked towards Aemon, who only smiled and began to stroke the snout of the impressive being

The time had come, after all, you can't be a Targaryen prince without a dragon as a companion

“He is the alpha, the largest and most powerful of the litter, has he a name?” Charlie asked, while a group of veelas and goblins, accompanied by Princess Valka, brought a huge breastplate ready

it was beautiful, made of mooncalf leather dyed red and goblin silver, evidently enchanted

"That's a huge Hebrid, a ferocious predator," said the princess, looking at the imposing figure with respect

"He is," said Aemon, looking at the princess gratefully

"Lord Stark, shall we put the breastplate on?" asked one of the goblins

Aemon simply nodded, stroking the scales and saying

-Likiri, Arraxys-

The imposing dragon under his back, allowing the goblins and Charlie to adjust the chest calmly, when finished, Arraxys stood up, watching with satisfaction as the goblins rushed away

It was time to try out his partner's new gem

Aemon placed his hand on Arraxys' chest, and the item's runes were activated, while gradually, a full mount appeared on the mighty dragon's back

With pride, Valka spoke

"When you asked for this commission, I thought you had some crazy idea in that brilliant head of yours, now that I can see the reason, I can only say that you are a fucking madman" said Valka laughing loudly, watching the imposing beast stand up again, its colossal size and its obvious fierceness caught the attention of the goblin princess

Aemon just snorted and said

"And you haven't seen anything yet," said Aemon, riding on the back of the imposing beast, to Charlie's alarm and the respect of the goblins

"MY LORD!" Are you sure about this? the redhead was quite upset, looking carefully at Aemon

Aemon simply continued, staying in the surprisingly comfortable mount

"I have never been so sure of anything in my life as I am of this moment Charlie," Aemon said firmly, caressing Arraxys' neck

In the past, Targaryens needed reins or whips to guide their dragons, at least at first, not to hit them, but to give directions when the wind of flight drowned out the rider's voice

But Aemon, as half Stark, didn't have that problem

"Sōvēs," said Aemon firmly, at the same time that Arraxys opened his wings and bent his knees, preparing himself

The take-off was abrupt, the dragon was agile and swift, and in an instant, rider and dragon had their first flight, Arraxys emerged from the cavern, taming the skies of Cranleigh, sheltered in the darkness of night and the powerful Stark enchantments

 And Aemon could only feel one thing, pure ecstasy, the feeling was very similar to the first time he picked up his wand and at that moment, he could understand his ancestors, Aegon the conqueror, the conciliator and even the Rogue Prince, up here, riding the most powerful force in nature, Aemon didn't feel like an ordinary person

But as a God

An intoxicating and addictive, and therefore dangerous feeling

Aemon broke through the clouds, screaming with joy, he flew through all the Stark Lands at will, in the distance, the small town of Cranleigh was visible, the town was full of life, many of the new residents were squibs and first bloods who worked for Aemon, with so much magical blood, the first wizards and witches began to be born under the untamed shadow of the prince of winter,  it was evident that incidents were beginning to happen, however, the Muggles of Cranleigh simply looked the other way, Lord Stark's presence had brought prosperity and security to the town, so they tried not to meddle in his affairs

Something that Aemon appreciated and respected, being honest

Not to mention, the magical town that was being built, according to the latest report, the work of Remus and Chiara was bearing great fruit, a thousand werewolves had gladly accepted vassalage of House Stark, in exchange for being free of the curse, boasting House Stark with at least a thousand witches and wizards at his service

Aemon knew that he was increasing power alarmingly, it was a matter of time before the ministry or some "Lord" of the Wizengamot did something stupid, so he planned to be prepared for when that happened

The Dragon Lord was about to return to the castle, when something caught his attention, a great rumble, coming from the deepest part of the Stark lands, from the snowy mountain that, until now, he had not been able to explore

However, that changed today

Calmly, Aemon guided Arraxys to the source of the noise, noticing with alarm how a part of the forest was cut down, so, taking his wand, he ordered Arraxys to land

"Stay alert friend," said Aemon, as the imposing beast landed, shaking the earth completely and causing several birds to fly, moving away from the place

Aemon's eyes looked around angrily, this was a full-blown logging operation, however, something was strange

The tools were huge, the smallest saw was even bigger than Aemon himself, while a huge bonfire lit up the dark night

"I have a bad feeling," Aemon said to himself, as he readied his wand and Arraxys placed himself in a defensive position

And then, it began

Rumbles shook the earth, similar to footsteps, which were becoming more and more frequent, as if something huge was approaching, the trees that were on the way to the mountain began to tremble and, before Aemon's incredulous gaze, huge hands emerged from the darkness, tearing them by the roots and throwing them to the ground

And then, before his eyes, a group of giants appeared, huge and corpulent, at least five meters high, dressed in woolen and elegant robes and with long braids and beards, their skins covered with tattoos, which shone softly, Aemon was able to identify many of them as of Nordic origin

"STOP!" roared the Lord of these lands, a gesture that Arraxys imitated, shaking the night and attracting the attention of the imposing beings

Aemon prepared his wand, there were three of them and they were huge, at full speed, he remembered his lessons at Hogwarts, on how to deal with these dangerous beings, Arraxys, behind him, prepared to fight

However, nothing could prepare Aemon for what happened next

The three imposing and terrifying beings laughed loudly, looking at Aemon not with hatred

But with... Relief and happiness?

“HAHAHAHA FINALLY! STARK VISIT” said the oldest of all, he was huge, his white braided hair gave him a kind of mysticism difficult to explain

“FELT THE FOREST WAKE, LORD OF WINTER IN THE CASTLE HAHAHA" said another, a little smaller, but just as imposing before the vision of Aemon

"WE PREPARING LORD VISIT! CLAN CELEBRATE TONIGHT!” said the youngest, much smaller and with his grayish-black hair, evidently younger than the rest

"CHIEF ELLE PLEASED, LORD!" said the old man again, while Aemon, now more confused

Lowering his wand, sensing that there was no danger, Aemon could only think of one thing

Who the hell was Chief Elle, and why did her name alone make Aemon shudder utterly?

Soon he would find out

Eddard Stark, Highgarden, Westeros

"It is an excellent deal my lord, glad to do business with you, I hope that, when the time comes, you will speak well of our family to our illustrious monarch," said Mace Tyrell, as usual

Without thinking before speaking

This trip, in principle, was to agree on the purchase of grain and food for the North, winter was approaching and Eddard knew perfectly well that the granaries of the North would not have enough food

So a visit to Highgarden would allow him to negotiate the food trade and speak in person with Lady Tyrell, his greatest ally in the South

Something that, even years after their first meeting, still filled Eddard with disbelief, remembering that time, after the Greyjoy rebellion, when Eddard, on the advice of Howland and Arthur, approached the old woman with a proposal

Give the Tyrells a Queen, in exchange for an army

A lot had happened since then, including Aemon's disappearance, even though Howland continued to call it "training and preparation"

In Eddard's eyes, his son had disappeared, nothing more and nothing less

Eddard just nodded, while Olenna just rolled her eyes

"Mace, go out and organize everything for the deal with Lord Stark, I'm sure we can gather some tons for when he leaves the castle," ordered the matriarch

Ned simply raised an eyebrow as he watched the "Lord" of Highgarden babble and go out to obey his mother's order

Leaving Lord Stark and Lady Tyrell alone

"Now, the real meeting," said Olenna, drinking a glass of wine and offering one to Eddard, who politely denied it

"Tell me about the future king," Olenna said bluntly, something Ned was grateful for after hours of listening to Mace Tyrell's stupidity

"Intelligent and focused, with a streak of sarcasm, similar to his father, no matter how much it bothers me, with his mother's hair and eyes, skilled with the sword and competent in forging, he enjoys reading very much..." at that moment, Olenna interrupted Eddard

"Like her father, a good omen for the kingdom, I'm sick of stupid kings, like that friend of yours," Olenna said

Eddard couldn't help but snort and answer

"Robert is as much a friend of mine as the Tyrells are to the Baratheons," said the silent wolf, drawing a laugh from Olenna

"Oh, how refreshing it is that a Lord answers me properly, how long do you say that this "training" of the monarch with your vassal will last? I wish Margaery to get acquainted with her future husband as soon as possible, things in the capital are not as stable as I expected, the Lion hoards more and more to the discomfort of the Falcon, while the Stag eats, drinks and fucks an early death, the time to attack is approaching” Olenna confessed with a frown

Eddard answered the same words that Howland had said to him

"A year and a half, maybe two, communication with Greywater Watch is sporadic, another layer of protection, he will be ready and with him, the northern swords"

"And the spears of Reach, but we both know it won't be enough; we need more, you know what you have to do," Olenna said, enjoying Eddard's disagreement

"She won't want to talk to me, not without you know who present, and the wanderer star is in Essos at this moment,” said Lord Stark

Olenna made a gesture of indifference

"She will, she is not a delicate and stupid Southern Lady and if, talking to you gives her the opportunity to avenge Princess Elia and Princess Rhaenys, she will advocate with the Martells for the spears of Dorne to be raised for Aemon Targaryen" said Olenna

"You know they will ask for a price, Arianne Martell as Queen of Westeros," Eddard said, knowing full well how cunning and manipulative Doran Martell was

Olenna just shrugged her shoulders

"Maybe, but if you don't try you will never know, besides, there are other concessions you can offer, your best asset is the hatred they feel towards the Lannisters and the Baratheons, I'm sure that, if the new monarch gives them the lions on a silver platter, those common snakes will give us the spears we need" Olenna said calmly

Eddard was just silent, he knew the old woman was right

"I will take a detour to Starfall on my return to the North, as we agreed, we will pay the grain at the higher price we agreed upon, the “greedy” Tyrell getting one over the “fools” Starks" said Eddard with contempt in his voice

Olenna nodded and replied

"I will take care of sending twice as many grains as agreed, as well as that the extra gold is used to build a fleet in the Harbor, away from the eyes of the usurper, black wood and red sails, obviously," said the old woman with amusement

Eddard just nodded, plans moving forward, and pieces moving

He only prayed to all the Gods that Howland was right and that these "cosmic roots that lit up the heavens" would arrive at the right time

Stag, Lion, Trout and Falcon

They would all fall to the Wolf and the Dragon, one way or another

Aemon Targaryen, Stark Lands, England

Curiously, Aemon followed the curious group, who, to his surprise and amusement, did not stop talking

"HARVESTS THIS YEAR GENEROUS, PRESENCE OF STARK IN THE CASTLE BLESSING FOR EVERYONE HAHA" said the obvious leader of the giants, as they reached the foot of the mountain, where, to Aemon's surprise, a huge cave appeared out of nowhere

Before his face of disbelief, one of the giants said

"ANCIENT MAGIC HAHA POWERFUL, JUST ENTER IF YOU KNOW CITY" he said in broken English, evidently, they were forcing themselves to talk to Aemon, so he politely replied in the old tongue

"I know the old tongue, if it's easier for you" Aemon offered, gaining looks of approval and respect

"A sign of respect that is appreciated Lord Stark," said the leader with elegance and politeness, as they entered the cave, including Arraxys, who remained alert very close to Aemon

"I didn't know you were here, an apology for not introducing myself properly, I'm Jon Stark, Lord of Wolf's Den" said the young dragon with impeccable manners

The giants, for their part, laughed loudly

"Our mountain is very safe and we are quite reserved, thanks to the pact of the White Oak, we maintain our tranquility and privacy in exchange for taking care of the Stark Lands" said the old man, as they reached a huge cliff, so deep that Aemon was only able to look at darkness

The old man stood on the edge and raised both hands, the tattoos on his arms flashing, as did his eyes and intonation

“SANCTUARIUM VIDETUR!”

the whole cavern shuddered, and before Aemon's incredulous eyes a dense white cloud flooded the cavern so quickly that his vision was utterly clouded for an instant

and a second later, in the center of the place, an impressive city appeared, gigantic, with huge houses and a colossal central palace, while a huge bridge appeared, connecting the floating city with the precipice where Aemon stood

"Come on, the chief will be pleased to meet a Stark," said the old man, as they began to walk across the endless bridge

"Damn," Aemon murmured, as he followed the enormous footsteps of the three beings as fast as he could

An eternity later, Aemon stood on the massive walls, the gates evidently closed, and a voice on the wall screamed

“DRAGON!”

Aemon opened his eyes wide, at the same time that at least two dozen arrows the size of a fucking tree were hurled towards Arraxys

The young dragon quickly conjured a shield, stopping the attack on the spot, while the oldest of his companions approached the wall

"Stop, it's Lord Stark's familiar, A LORD STARK VISITS CIVITA FORTIS!" he cried in despair

To Aemon's relief, the arrows stopped instantly, while the massive doors opened, giving way to who Aemon would assume was Chief Elle

She was huge, at least eight meters tall, wearing incredible armor with her abdomen uncovered, showing off her runic tattoos proudly, her red hair was braided and she carried a terrifying axe that was even larger than three Aemon put together

Although, that didn't take away from the fact that she was really beautiful, Aemon thought, appreciating the beauty of the stunning woman

"Durin, did I hear well? Is a Lord Stark visiting us?" she said in a feminine but strong voice, as she walked towards Aemon and the group with an attractive swagger on her wide hips

Aemon for his part, walked to the front of the group, looking the beautiful giantess in the eye

"You must be Chief Elle, I'm Jon Stark, Lord of Wolf's Den, and apparently, we need to talk," said the young Lord with a smile

Elle looked at him silently, while scanning him up and down

"That appears to be the case young Lord, welcome to Civita Fortis, the lost city, the last stronghold of the Jotun in Midgard, allies of the Stark Lords," said the beautiful woman, looking Aemon straight in the eye and hitting her big chest with her huge fist

Aemon imitated the gesture, to the obvious pleasure of those present

Apparently, it was time for an express diplomatic mission