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Third Person POV.
King's Lading.
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"Is everything alright, Daemon?" Val was already on her feet, leaving the bed with a blanket, only a naked Ygritte remained on the mattress, while she approached Daemon.
She and Ygritte had spent the night with the king, which was nothing out of the ordinary...
Daemon was sitting on the room's balcony, sipping a glass of wine in silence. Val could see a slightly melancholic expression on him, something that was rare for him; she didn't know what had happened in Winterfell, of course.
He simply stayed there, watching the city after his mother had finally left this world. That expression was certainly unusual coming from Daemon, even for those who knew him very well.
She approached carefully. He merely gave her a small smile, while the sound of the city began to reach his ears as it passed through the balcony arch.
"I'm drinking for someone," Daemon simply said.
They had gone to sleep late with the banquet going on into the night, so it was no surprise that they were still in bed, even two hours after the sun had risen.
Daemon had to say goodbye to his mother through Ghost's eyes, still lying in bed, but at least he managed to do it one last time.
'Wherever she went, I still have to free her spirit, along with my father's,' he thought.
He knew that the higher powers of this world had not yet condemned the two. Everything would depend on Daemon's success against the dead, to determine whether the war they created and that condemned thousands of people had been worth it to bring forth the savior of this world or not.
If Daemon saved this world from the Long Night, both their spirits would be preserved in a paradise and would not go to the Seven Hells, or whatever place existed to punish sinful people by the gods of this world.
Val hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek.
"I'm going to take a bath. We can wake Ygritte and have our first meal together before you head North?" she asked.
"Of course, let's go," he replied.
With those words, Val went to the bathtub set up by the servants the night before. The water was still clean, so she made use of it.
Ygritte woke up afterward and ended up joining Val. Daemon got dressed, and they accompanied him to the king's chamber, where Lord Stark passed by Ser Clegane and came to speak about the reports he had been working on since he woke up.
"Alright, I'll leave the city in your hands for two or three days, then," Daemon said, quickly rereading his papers about the surrendered troops and placing them on the table.
"The elephants must not be touched, leave them in the wolf forest for now. I will deal with them when I return." Daemon requested.
Lord Stark nodded. "I would like you to take these letters to my children, if it is not too much trouble." he handed over a set of letters.
"Of course, you can count on it."
With that, Lord Stark left the place, while another person entered timidly.
"Can you deliver this to my sister, master?" Lafy said.
Daemon raised an eyebrow, not because he was called master—although he was his squire, Daemon had adopted the term master for Lafy, which was the same one he used to refer to his adoptive father in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, since he had taken him from the orphanage in Riften and trained him for many years, teaching him how to survive in the chaotic lands of that kingdom in the north of the continent of Tamriel. Daemon was a little surprised by something else.
"You wrote a letter? You've been learning for two weeks..." Daemon commented.
Obviously, with Maester Pycelle no longer holding the position of Grand Maester in the Red Keep, Daemon had asked for a member from one of the Crownlands houses to send a new maester to the fortress since he had conquered the city, and this ended up bringing up a problem for him to solve: Lafy, his squire, could neither read nor write. So Daemon demanded urgent training for the boy.
"I had help..." he said timidly.
It was difficult for him to learn, but even so he managed to write a letter in just two weeks, after having lived his entire life beyond the Wall. Learning to speak was not a problem, but writing and reading—with no conditions whatsoever in those lands—was another matter entirely.
It was obvious that the maester had written it for him, or at least helped guide his hand to write each word with his quill.
"Of course, Lucis misses you very much," Daemon said, while he nodded with a silly smile.
"Can I help with anything else, master?" the boy asked.
"No. You can go train weapon combat in the fortress. I intend to go straight to the North. I will go to Winterfell and I still need to visit the Wall, then I plan to go to Braavos. I'll be away for at least 3 days. But not more than that—we still need to organize everything here," Daemon informed.
He had to go to Winterfell to see if he could bind the black dragon to his wife; he would spend a night there after almost two moons without seeing her. Then he would go to the Wall and see how things were—there were more than 5,000 men he had sent to the Wall since he conquered the North and the Iron Islands.
He also had a visit in Braavos — he needed to speak with the Iron Bank — and after that, he needed to return urgently to deal with the problems of the Seven Kingdoms.
He had the Houses Martell and Tyrell extinct at that moment. He needed to deal with two kingdoms without sovereigns and also with the Vale, which still remained neutral during the war.
Lord Stark had not asked before, but his eyes already showed that there was a silent question about his daughter. Daemon had already located Sansa, and even Bran knew: she was in the hands of Littlefinger. He kept her in the Vale as his bastard.
Littlefinger was someone neither Lord Stark nor Daemon trusted; they wanted him dead. He was keeping the Stark girl, but only as something to trade for his own life—more than as an actual political asset.
Lysa Arryn was someone Daemon had been observing over the past moons, a very unstable and mad woman at best; I would feel ashamed to be a man of the Vale having to follow her orders and whims, especially when she was constantly being manipulated by Littlefinger.
She would never hand over Littlefinger, her lover, or Sansa, for whom she held a secret jealousy over her niece always attracting Baelish's attention.
Daemon had sent her a letter before the war. She saw the letter, simply tore it apart and cursed it, saying that Daemon was a vile and filthy bastard who stole House Tully. Funny for her to say that when she did not send a single soldier to protect the Riverlands...
In any case, she went to meet Littlefinger after the letter, while they tried to decide what their next steps would be. They knew Daemon would not be friendly—especially with Baelish—but the woman was willing to do whatever was necessary to protect him, even go to war.
Daemon was already investigating and could see, on some occasions, the interaction between them. Another interesting thing was that Baelish clearly did not like that woman; he was only using her love to manipulate her.
Fool...
This time, Daemon would change his approach. He would go directly to the lords of the Vale. If they truly wished to stand by that cowardly woman, trapped in the mountains, Daemon's army would launch an attack, starting with Gulltown and advancing to the Eyrie, defeating everything in its path. Any lord who tried to stop them would be crushed.
It would not be very difficult, even with an army of just over twenty to thirty thousand men, and with 2 dragons.
In this way, Daemon would act quickly against the Vale, since the greater force needed to be moved to the North. He only needed to deal with the southern matters and with the army outside the walls that had been gathered. Also to show the undead he kept imprisoned to prove to the southern lords what was to come.
Daemon finished eating and then Mance appeared waiting for him in the corridor. He wanted him to take a letter to Della, his wife and child in Winterfell, since she had also been staying at the castle for the past 6 moons, ever since Mance left for the south.
In the same way Mance asked, Della had asked him to send her regards, and he wrote a letter at Val's request, since the blonde did not know how to write in the common tongue. Val taught him the Old Tongue and even her sister could understand. But she was still limited, she did not know many written words.
Daemon intended to obtain the alphabet of the Old Tongue, and the Children of the Forest were in Winterfell. They were, obviously, the answer to not letting that language die.
'Well, that doesn't matter now,' he thought.
He placed Mance's letter among the many others and rode on horseback from the Red Keep to the Dragonpit, where the crowd quickly surrounded the king upon seeing him. Sandor Clegane stood as his guard, along with other guards surrounding him so the common people would not get too close.
In the pit, Winter was waiting for him.
Since he had gone to Storm's End with Viridrax, it made sense that now he would mount her and head North, taking the other two dragons.
"Let's go..." With those words, Winter beat her wings and surged into the sky, landing outside the walls, near the army, where the other two dragons were.
The grass was still covered in blood, as Daemon had ordered food to be brought for the dragons yesterday and after the sun had risen. With a few words in High Valyrian, he demanded that the black dragon, especially, follow Winter and Viridrax — which the green dragon would do anyway.
With a snort, the black dragon ended up obeying.
Then, they advanced north under the gaze of everyone watching the king's three dragons leaving King's Landing.
After traveling for more than three hours, they were over the Vale.
"Well... let's make some noise," Daemon decided and gave a command to Winter...
He turned and his voice easily reached the other dragons. "Roar as loud as you can!" Daemon shouted to Viridrax and the Black Dragon.
The lords of the Vale, who had continued living their lives within the Vale throughout the War of the Five Kings and Daemon's war, remaining comfortable while the rest of Westeros bled.
They certainly were not expecting that, on that morning. In their minds, Daemon and Aegon would still be fighting and killing each other in King's Landing; they were not expecting, all of a sudden, a dragon attack.
-ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR-
-ROOOOAAAARRRR-
-ROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR-
So, that morning, they were completely stunned when three dragons began to emerge from the sky, one after the other. Three different sounds, but all extremely powerful, made the mountains of the Vale tremble.
Fear took hold of nobles, common folk, and even the mountain tribes, who looked to the sky with tight hearts, especially in the less civilized parts of the region.
Some saw the dragons flying nearby, others could not even glimpse them, only staring at the sky, waiting for them to appear in that stretch that cut through the Vale.
Winter, Viridrax, and the black dragon left a strong impression, so everyone began to wonder what it meant, but Daemon left no answer, and would continue north.
But not before doing one last thing. They like tournaments, while the world is at war, right?
It could be said that Baelish was quite nervous upon hearing the sounds that morning, at the beginning of the tournament. Since the day was supposed to be perfect for jousting.
"What was that!?" Sansa was frightened and asked beside Baelish.
"I don't know, my dear... I don't know..." Littlefinger replied with a nervous smile, but inside he was trembling, his eyes fixed on the sky, imagining one of those dragons appearing right above them, just like the other lords whispering the word "dragon" repeatedly, growing more and more nervous.
The dragons had become quite popular in recent weeks. It was not enough that Daemon had a white dragon — now there were three more in Westeros, and they already knew that the dragons were now in the hands of three people.
"Mother, what was that? I'm scared... make it stop!!" little Robin whimpered and demanded, while his mother held him tightly.
"It's nothing, my son... it's nothing. There is no monster. If one appears, mother will protect you, mother swears," Lysa said to little Robin.
"Strun Bah Qo!" The voice came out like thunder in the sky; no one heard the words, but the boom echoed throughout the Vale.
In the next moment, the sky that had been sunny until now changed.
Dark clouds began to form almost out of nowhere, the sky turned pitch black and lightning began to be seen and heard.
The rain came, then the wind, and finally lightning struck the Vale like the rain itself.
It could be said that the jousting tournament would never happen again that day. Everyone was terrified, everyone could see the sky change from one moment to the next. Daemon put enough force into the Thu'um to cover the entire region of the kingdom, although it consumed half of his soul's power.
The entire Vale was within a terrible storm.
People screamed, hid, and prayed—the wrath of the gods, many said! The nobles trembled in fear, the tournament was simply canceled, they ran to their tents while many of them were carried away by the storm.
Chaos spread among the common folk and the nobility. The Vale had never felt such a terrible storm. Screams and despair were left behind by Daemon as he moved above the dark clouds of the sky, still enjoying the sun.
He seemed to have no idea of the chaos he had created down below.
Daemon only hoped to now see how the lords would respond to his next letter—the letter of victory he had achieved over the Blackfyre. Now, the Seven Kingdoms should belong to him by right.
If the Vale refused to recognize him and did not bend the knee, he could produce chaos every day; he wanted to see how the Vale could survive the winter within a storm for more than an entire week, because the damage from just this storm he had just created would be far too severe.
Soon he left the dark clouds behind, and hours later, Daemon was already in the North, passing White Harbor, entering the region of Cerwyn, until reaching Winterfell.
To everyone's surprise, he was not received with as much fear as in the Vale — quite the opposite.
People were already expecting his arrival, and Daemon circled the castle flying with the three dragons, putting on a spectacle around the ancient fortress.
The very people of the castle and Wintertown seemed to celebrate it, clapping and finding the dragons flying wonderful.
He descended and finally landed some distance from the castle, between the castle and the forest, where there were no houses.
"Wait here," Daemon said to the three dragons.
A group was already coming toward him to receive him. He thanked them and took a horse, after greeting the Stark men, and they proceeded inside, where his wife was waiting in an extended line of people. Barristan Selmy stood to Daenerys's left, and to her right were Lucis, Bran, Rickon, and Arya. But it didn't end there—right after Arya stood Selyse Baratheon, her daughter, the maester, and Della.
Daemon advanced while everyone knelt, except for the pregnant queen.
Daemon couldn't take another step before his wolf, Ghost, leaped toward him in joy.
"Ghost..." Daemon quickly knelt in front of the wolf, who had easily grown larger than him, but that didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around his neck and ruffling his fur.
The wolf licked his face. Daemon heard a small laugh from Daenerys and felt more eyes on him, even with everyone kneeling.
Daemon stood up and ran his hands through the white fur a few more times, then looked directly at Daenerys a few meters away.
"I'm back," he said, breaking the silence with a charming smile at her.
"I'm happy to see you again. You seem to be doing very well with all your victories in the south," she said with a gentle smile.
He nodded with a wider smile and looked at everyone. "Everyone, rise." Those words made everyone stand again.
Daemon went to Daenerys. "You are even more beautiful with that baby growing inside you." He said, giving a wink. He kissed Daenerys on the lips with a quick touch and then her forehead.
"Ser Barristan Selmy. I hope you are well." Daemon looked to Daenerys's left first.
"I am serving the queen as a commander of the guard should, my king. I am glad you have returned." He said. Daemon nodded and went to Daenerys's right side now.
Lucis looked at him with her blue eyes. Daemon simply smiled, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "How are you?"
"I'm well... You look well... and my brother?" she asked.
"He is well," Daemon replied, lightly tapping a small bundle of letters at his waist. "He wrote you a letter. I will give it to you once we go inside." She nodded upon hearing that.
Then he went to Bran. "How are your legs, Lord Stark?"
"Much better, Your Majesty. I am even training. I still owe you a great deal of thanks," Bran replied seriously.
Daemon nodded and went to Arya. "And you, little one? It seems you found your wolf," he said, looking at Nymeria standing at a distance with Summer and Shaggydog; Ghost had just joined them as well.
"Yes, thanks to you. Thank you!" she said, breaking protocol and hugging Daemon.
He froze for a moment, but soon returned the hug, placing his hand on the girl's head—his cousin, always so spontaneous and rebellious.
"How are father and Robb?" Arya asked, lifting her head.
"They sent some letters to all of you, but they are well."
Lastly, he greeted Rickon. "You're growing, boy."
"You came back!" he said.
"Why wouldn't I come back?"
"Because no one comes back."
"Your father and brother came back, didn't they? They just left again."
"That's true..."
'But your father won't come back next time...' Daemon thought, the man would go to the Wall anyway.
He followed his gaze to Selyse. She was frowning. As always...
"Your Majesty," she said with some difficulty, as always.
"Lady Baratheon..."
"How has my husband been?" she asked politely, even so.
"Very well. I can tell you that he commanded the greatest cavalry the Seven Kingdoms have ever seen in all their history..." Daemon praised.
She seemed surprised, but at the same time proud.
Daemon went to little Shireen, when he gave a small smile and raised his hand for her to slap it.
"Your Majesty," she said, bowing, while he stood there.
"High five," Daemon asked, still with his hand extended.
The girl hesitated a little, but did it.
Daemon also greeted Mance's wife and his son. Then, he spoke with the maester and stepped back.
"Well, as you know through Bran, the war is over. A victory on the same day it began. I will tell the details later, but the victory is ours. Now, the Seven Kingdoms are under a single rule, without a great internal war!" he said, while receiving applause.
It was not a grand speech, just an announcement, since he had other matters to deal with immediately. He would speak better about it at the banquet that night, which Bran had arranged since the king's arrival the previous day.
"Let's go inside, my love. We have much to talk about. And it's already mid-afternoon, I need to eat something after flying for more than 7 hours..." he said, touching his wife's belly at her waist.
Daenerys showed a smile. Daemon led her inside, with the others following, while Arya began to talk nonstop about Nymeria and any other subject that came to her mind, even asking questions about the war.
Author's Note: He traveled at 357 km/h on the white dragon, and the others kept up because of that, managing to cover this distance in 7 hours. I believe it is plausible for a dragon of Westeros.
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