Jacob, Sansa, and Arya didn't sleep until they had finished all three Lord of the Rings movies.
Arya went to her room, and Jacob took Sansa with him to his own room.
Seeing Sansa's panicked expression, Jacob smiled and said, "Relax. I just want to sleep next to you. I'm in no hurry to consummate our marriage. I'll wait until you're ready."
Sansa let out a small breath. "Thank you."
Jacob pulled back the covers. "Alright. Let's go to sleep."
They lay down, and Jacob turned off the light. He hugged her close, and she rested her head on his chest. After a while, she asked, "Can you tell me about your family?"
Jacob ran his fingers through her hair. "I don't have any brothers or sisters, and I don't know where my parents are. I thought they were dead—since I was eight—until two months ago, when I found out they're actually alive and had to fake their death for some reason." He smiled softly. "I'm really looking forward to meeting them again."
Sansa asked, "And your wives? Can you tell me about them?"
Jacob nodded. "There are four of them—Allison, Lydia, Malia, and Melissa. Except for Melissa, who's a bit older, the others are the same age as you and me. They're all nice—you're going to love them."
He smiled. "Allison is my first woman. She's the good girl in our family. She was raised to become a hunter, but she never did because she met me."
Sansa frowned. "When you say hunter, what do you mean?"
Jacob explained, "Her family hunts supernatural creatures. She was taught how to fight and use weapons from the time she was a child."
Sansa's eyes widened. "What are supernatural creatures?"
"People like me—who have powers to turn into animals, use fire to attack, and so on." He paused. "Her family tried to break us up because of what I am, but we're all good now. Her family is my family now."
Sansa asked, "What about your other wives?"
Jacob continued. "Lydia is the smartest of us all. She has red hair like you, and she's a spoiled, mean, narcissistic girl who loves buying new clothes and watching romantic movies and shows. I think you and her will get along well, because both of you like romantic stories."
He smiled at the memory. "Then there's Malia. She's a tomboy, just like Arya. She's rude and always says what she thinks. She doesn't know how to lie. And she loves to fight and kill. She has a tragic story of her own, but you'll have to ask her about it yourself."
Sansa asked, "And Melissa?"
Jacob's expression softened. "She's the sweetest. She's a gentle woman—unless someone threatens me, my other wives, or her son."
Sansa sat up slightly. "Her son? Do you have a son?"
Jacob chuckled. "He's not mine. Actually, he's my age, and he's my friend. At first, I was just teasing him about marrying his mother, but then I met her, and I liked her. So I ended up marrying her."
Sansa lay back down. "Is that all your family?"
Jacob shook his head. "There's still another friend and his father, Lydia's mother, and like I said before, Allison's parents. And a crazy psychopathic butler. And also a talking cat and a dragon."
Sansa stared at him wide-eyed. "A talking cat? And a dragon?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes. The cat's name is Kitty. She's just like Arya and Malia—she likes to fight too. And by the way, she's very strong. As for the dragon, her name is Saphira, and she's a real dragon—not like the dragons from your world."
Sansa frowned. "What do you mean by a 'real' dragon? Aren't the Targaryen dragons real?"
Jacob explained, "The dragons from your world—the ones the Targaryens own—are a type of dragon, but in my world, we call them wyverns. What we call dragons have four legs and two wings, instead of two legs and arms fused with wings. And they're much stronger. Anyway, I'll show you tomorrow what a real dragon looks like."
Sansa asked, "Are you going to call your dragon, Saphira?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. The dragon you're going to see tomorrow isn't Saphira."
Sansa's voice wavered. "I'll be safe, right? I heard dragons are violent. Other than their riders, they kill anyone who gets close to them."
"You'll be totally safe." He smirked. "Actually, you can ride the dragon you're going to see tomorrow in more ways than you think. He can even ride you too."
Sansa raised an eyebrow. "Ride me? Is it small?"
Jacob laughed. "He's not small. You'll understand tomorrow."
Sansa pouted. "Why are you laughing?"
Jacob kept laughing, hugged her close, and said, "Good night." He closed his eyes and soon drifted to sleep.
Sansa sighed, and sleep took her too.
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The Next Morning
Jacob woke up first and found Sansa deep asleep with a peaceful smile on her face. He quietly left the bed and went outside the capsule house.
The three lizard-lions were still fast asleep not far away. Brienne and Podrick sat on rocks nearby.
Jacob walked to them. Brienne and Podrick started to stand, but he waved a hand. "You don't need to stand. Just relax."
Brienne smiled. "Morning, Your Grace."
Jacob nodded. "Morning."
He took out the Cookpot of Perfect Meal—the reward he'd received yesterday—and filled it with Sker Buffalo meat, onions, carrots, and potatoes from his pocket dimension. He added seasonings and water, pressed a button to start the pot, and let it cook.
When he finished, he noticed Brienne and Podrick staring at him. "Do you want to ask something?"
Brienne looked at the hoodie and sweatpants Jacob was wearing—and the cute puppy slippers on his feet. "I've never seen clothes like the ones you're wearing."
Jacob shrugged. "Where I'm from, everyone wears clothes like these."
Brienne's expression turned serious. She met Jacob's eyes. "Your Grace, are you really a sorcerer, like Littlefinger said?"
Jacob sat down on a chair he pulled from his pocket dimension. "What if I am?"
Brienne's voice was steady. "Then I hope you're a good one. I'm not going to lie—I hate sorcerers and witches. They killed someone I cared about. But I will not betray Lady Sansa or your family, Your Grace. I just really hope you're not an evil sorcerer, because I will not participate in any dark magic. I would die before I did that."
Jacob smiled. "I'm not a sorcerer. And I hate witches and wizards too—especially dark ones, like the followers of that demon R'hllor. So you don't have to worry. My family and I will kill any dark wizard or witch on sight."
Brienne nodded, visibly relieved. "That's good to hear." Then she asked, "By the way, Your Grace, we found a lot of weapons and blood in front of the north gate. Did a battle happen here?"
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. Two hundred Bolton men came here two days ago. Arya and I killed them. My three pets helped too."
Brienne and Podrick stared in shock.
Jacob smiled. "Now, tell me your story, Brienne."
Brienne told him about serving Renly Baratheon and witnessing his murder by a shadow that looked like his brother Stannis. Then her service to Catelyn Stark and her oath to find her daughters. She told him about Jaime Lannister saving her from both Bolton men and a bear pit before she began her failed quest to locate Arya and Sansa. She explained how she lost Arya after defeating the Hound, how Sansa had rejected her a few days ago, and how she had been hunted by several Knights of the Vale—but had managed to kill them. She had followed Sansa from a distance, intending to rescue her from Littlefinger. That was why she had been watching Sansa from afar yesterday when Jacob appeared.
Just as Brienne finished her story, Sansa and Arya walked out of the house toward them.
Arya looked at the pot. "What's cooking? It smells delicious."
Jacob said, "Beef stew. It's almost done." He looked at Sansa. "Good morning, beautiful."
Sansa smiled. "Good morning." She hesitated for a moment, then kissed his cheek—and blushed while doing it.
Brienne watched Sansa with a soft smile. Arya ignored everything, squatted next to the pot, crossed her arms over her knees, rested her head on her arms, and waited for the food to be ready.
Podrick panicked. He lowered his head and didn't dare look at Sansa, remembering what had happened to Littlefinger yesterday.
Jacob smiled, took another chair from his pocket dimension, and placed it next to him. "Sit."
Sansa sat down. "Why didn't you wake me?"
Jacob caught her hand. "You seemed peaceful. You were actually smiling. I didn't want to wake you."
Sansa smiled. "Thank you."
Jacob said, "You seem like you had a good dream. Care to tell me what it was about?"
Sansa panicked. "No, I—I didn't have any dream."
Jacob smirked. "It was about me, wasn't it? You don't need to be ashamed. I totally understand. With how handsome I am, it's natural for you to dream about me. They call me Prince Charming. No woman can resist my charm."
Arya rolled her eyes. "Here we go again. I told you—you're not as charming as you think you are. I don't find you charming, and Brienne doesn't find you charming either." She looked at Brienne. "Right?"
Brienne smiled and looked at Jacob. "His Grace is definitely a handsome man. But he's not my type."
Arya smirked at Jacob. "See? Brienne doesn't find you charming either. Only a lovesick fool like Sansa would fall for you."
Jacob shrugged. "You don't find me charming because you're a stupid kid who looks more like a boy than a girl." He looked at Brienne. "As for you, Brienne—you dress like a man and have short hair. Maybe you don't even like men."
Brienne said, "I do like men." She sighed. "Unfortunately, the only two men I've been interested in don't seem to like me. The first liked men, and the second loves his sister."
Sansa's eyes widened. "You like Jaime Lannister?"
Brienne nodded. "Yes, my lady. But worry not—me liking him doesn't mean I will let him lay a finger on you. I will kill him with my own hands if he tries to harm you."
Sansa said, "Well, you'd better move on. That guy only has his sister in his eyes. She's got him wrapped around her little finger."
Brienne sighed and said nothing.
Just then, the pot rang, announcing that the food was ready.
Jacob took a ladle and four bowls from his pocket dimension, filled them, and handed them out with bread. Everyone ate happily.
Jacob said, "This is delicious."
Arya, Sansa, and Brienne nodded and didn't even stop to comment—they kept eating.
Podrick was crying while he ate.
Sansa ate two bowls and was full. Podrick ate three. Arya and Brienne ate four each. Jacob ate the rest, shocking everyone with how much he consumed.
After they ate, Jacob stored the pot back in his pocket dimension.
Arya said, "We already found Sansa. So what's next?"
Jacob thought for a moment. "We'll stay here for a day or two. Then we'll head to Castle Black to get your brother Jon and conquer the Free Folk. On our way there, we'll pass by Last Hearth—the ancestral home of House Umber. I heard your little brother Rickon is hiding there."
Both Sansa and Arya were stunned.
Sansa's voice trembled. "That can't be true. Theon killed him and Bran."
Jacob shook his head. "No, he didn't. They both managed to escape. So, to avoid looking weak in front of his men, Theon killed some farm boys instead, burned them, and hung them on the walls. Both your brothers are alive—for now. And I heard Bran is north of the Wall."
Arya and Sansa were overjoyed. Arya looked at Jacob. "By the way, how do you know all this? You said you're not from our… world. But how did you know about Bran and Rickon? How did you know about Sansa? And how did you know about Littlefinger and everything else?"
Jacob said, "Let's just say that when I arrive in a new world, I learn about its past—not everything, but the most important things. And actually, there are other people who can learn the past and spy on everyone in Westeros. They call them the Greenseers."
Then Jacob asked, "Do you know those trees people worship? The heart trees?"
Everyone nodded.
Jacob continued. "You call them gods, but they aren't gods. Those trees are just… recorders. Biological archives."
Sansa frowned. "The old gods watch through the trees, Jacob. My father always said—"
"There is only one God, Sansa." Jacob interrupted. "The Creator—who created everything and wasn't born or created. Your father was told a story to make sense of something he couldn't understand. Those trees are a network. They record every word whispered, every drop of blood spilled, every secret kept in their shadow. Those trees are just creatures—very old creatures that remember everything."
Arya narrowed her eyes. "Then who is watching the biological archives recorded by the trees? Greenseers?"
"Yes," Jacob said with a look of pure disgust. "Creepy voyeurs. People like the Three-Eyed Raven—an old, shriveled pervert named Brynden Rivers. They're not divine. They're just creepy men sitting in the dark, plugging themselves into the weirwoods so they can spy on the world. They watch you dress. They watch you cry. They watch you sleep. They watch you laugh. They watch you die. All while you pray to them for help they'll never give—and cannot give."
Everyone was shocked.
Arya asked, "Who is this Brynden Rivers?"
Jacob explained. "According to my knowledge, Brynden Rivers was a Targaryen bastard who spent his life as a kinslayer and a spymaster. He was so obsessed with power and control that when his body finally started to rot, he crawled into the roots of a tree to keep his 'thousand eyes and one' open. He was a man who executed his own family—a criminal sent to the Wall in chains before he vanished into the North to become the Three-Eyed Raven. Now he's nothing more than a creepy old man in the dark, recording your lives because he can't let go of the world he was kicked out of."
Sansa's face was pale. Her voice was a whisper of pure revulsion. "A Targaryen? My grandfather and uncle were burned alive by the Mad King. And you're telling me that while I knelt to those trees, begging for my family's safety, I was actually performing for the amusement of a Targaryen bastard?"
Arya didn't look sad. She looked dangerous. "I just added him to my list."
Brienne looked deeply unsettled. "A knight's oath is sworn before the old gods so that the heavens may judge him," she said, her voice trembling with rare anger. "To think that those gods were just stories and that what was watching through those trees was just a disgraced prisoner of the Night's Watch… it makes a mockery of everything. There is no honor in a man who hides in the roots to steal secrets he has no right to hold."
Jacob nodded. "It's a violation. You were worshipping a surveillance system for a man who lost his humanity centuries ago. But don't worry—I will deal with that creepy bastard. And no one should kneel to those trees. I'll burn them until there's nothing left but ash. We don't need a peeping tom watching our lives through trees."
Arya asked, "Are you a greenseer too?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. But one of my wives can probably connect to all plants better than any greenseer could."
Sansa asked, "Which one of them?"
Jacob said, "Melissa. She can control plants and make them attack people. She can even turn trees into humanoid monsters, like the rock puppets I used to scare the Vale knights yesterday."
Arya asked, "Is she a witch?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. She's like me—a creature with supernatural abilities."
He stood up. "Now, Sansa, come with me. As for you, Arya—stay here with Brienne and Podrick until we come back."
Arya frowned. "Where are you two going?"
Jacob smirked. "None of your business." He hugged Sansa and disappeared, leaving Arya pouting.
Arya looked at Brienne and Podrick with an evil smirk. "Which one of you wants to spar?"
Brienne shook her head. "Not me. You're too strong for me, my lady."
Podrick hid behind Brienne. "I don't know how to wield a sword, my lady. I'm still learning."
Arya snorted. "Boring." She went off to train alone.
To be continued… 😊
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