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A raven arrived from King's Landing and a servant named Jorran handed it to Queen Sansa.
"It's from King's Landing, your grace." He said.
"Interesting, you may leave now."
"Yes your grace."
Sansa was Queen barely a year but still managed to grow North's economy thanks to loyal vassals like House Manderly, House Greenfinger, and House Wynch. Manderlys had money to rebuild northern castles and fund farming. House Greenfinger fed whole North with large crops due to long summer which would last many years. House Wynch's duty was to rebuild Dreadfort, give wildlings some land and arm them.
Sansa read the message happily and thought what Arya might have found from her journey. Perhaps gold or jewelry. She headed to the throne room where she met her Small Council.
"Good day, your grace." Hand of the Queen, Lord Wyman Manderly greeted.
"Likewise, my lord. How are your children and grandchildren?" Sansa asked.
"Thanks for asking, your grace. They are fine. My eldest son sent a raven and told me how trading between White Harbor and Essos is increased. They buy furs, ale, and arms. We get fruits, wine, and silks."
"Excellent. Lord Greenfinger, you are Master of Coin. Do we have enough money for the feast? My sister arrives here in two weeks. We also need to set a camp for soldiers. Maester Wolkan, send a raven to White Harbor, so they know whose ships are coming."
"I'll do it immediately, your grace," Wolkan said.
"We have a stable economy, your grace. Due to the long summer, there is enough food for everyone. There is no need to buy grain from the South."
"Good, let's keep it that way."
Sansa left to the dining hall where she ate breakfast and saw ser Hayard, Lord Commander of Queensguard. He was a tall, black-haired, seriously looking man in his mid-twenties. Hayard was actually from the Vale, but he rather pledged his sword to Sansa than Robin Arryn. He and a couple of thousands of soldiers decided to stay in the North to serve the Starks. Many of them had found a wife and fathered a child or two. Sansa also won their trust ordering the execution of Lord Baelish who schemed Jon Arryn's assassination.
"Your grace, as Lord Commander it's my duty to protect you from any danger. I propose Queensguard will stay closer than usual when Princess Arya arrives. Those are foreign soldiers, I don't trust them even if they are under your sister's command." He said.
"If my sister wanted to assassinate someone, half of our guards would be dead and you wouldn't have a head on your shoulders. Looks like we are fine." Sansa smiled.
"Of course, your grace. As you wish." He stated and left.
A week later Arya and her soldiers arrived ten miles away from Winterfell. Weather was warmer than usual and there was no need for fur. Over four thousand troops marched in a perfect row. Valyrians were every commander's dream: they marched in formation, took orders and were disciplined. Every armor was silver steel, but members of Queenguard had valyrian steel armors. Arya's army had heavy infantry with heavy cavalry who was capable to crush an army twice as large as themselves.
"I'll ride ahead by myself, I want to see my sister," Arya said and rode away.
When Arya reached her destination, she decided to leave her horse a half-mile away from the gates and disguise as a beggar.
"You girl! Turn around, we need no beggars here!" Guard said. "Please give me bread, I'm starving!" Arya acted. "Fuck off now girl or I'll punch you!" The other guard yelled. Arya stood silently for a while, when a guard tried to punch her, she smoothly dodged it and hit him right to the throat. When the guard was knocked out, Arya took Needle and challenged the other one. The foolish guard thought he could win this match, but no. It was over in ten seconds when Arya disarmed him. "Please, have mercy whoever you are." Guard cried. "I am Arya Stark and I have no time for this nonsense. Take me to your Queen, now." The poor guard almost shit on himself and could scarcely rise to lead Arya to Queen.
"My Queen, princess Arya would like to see you. Shall I let her in? Guard stated with dignity.
"Of course let her in."
"Your sword, and the knives, young princess" Hayard commanded.
"Come and get it." Arya smiled. "I won't give any single blade to you."
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm Lord Commander of Queensguard and this is my duty."
"Go on, do your duty."
"It's alright, she is my sister and I already told you. Ser Hayard, let her through."
A knight stepped aside and murmured something.
"Long journey, I assume. Where is the rest of the host?"
"Splendid. Now excuse I have plenty of duties to do. Come to my room tonight, I must tell you something."
Everybody was gathered at the feast. Small Council, Kingsguard, Bran, Arya, and her Queensguard, Syrio, Aelor and Baelar all feasted together.
"I'd like to raise a cup for Arya of House Stark, Hero of Winterfell, Sister of King of Six Kingdoms and Queen in the North. Eh, fuck the titles, let's drink." Tyrion announced and took a long sip of dornish wine.
There was so much food at the table that Arya couldn't name all of them. So many exotic fruits, ale, wine, meat, and bread."
"Eat and drink for your lives. All of this costed many golden dragons. How much it was, Master of Coin?" Tyrion asked.
"I didn't count," Bronn replied while eating. "Probably nothing, besides who cares? This is a feast and we are celebrating. You shouldn't worry that much, we have money thanks to my brothels. The finest girls from Lys, easy money to the crown."
"No no, that's not how Master of Coin keeps a record of crown's money! We must know where the money goes and where it comes from."
"It comes from my brothels and the Reach. The wine sells fine and gold mines remove our worries. So drink, eat and whore, because I will after this feast. Our guests are warmly welcome to share those pleasures."
"You should get a proper wife. Redwynes and Hightowers are willing to offer their daughters for you, Davos criticized. House Blacksteel* ends before it even started without heirs."
"I have learned that a wife can be like a spike in the arse and damn children want your lands and lofty titles." Bronn sighed.
"That's true only if you have a family like me where children are inbred and everybody hates each other. Trust me, I know a thing or two about it. For example, my sister and King Robert never loved each other." Tyrion spoke sense to Bronn.
"Fine, I'll take a wife. Are you happy now? No more whores. Damn it, I must be a fool when I believe you two."
People ate, drank and had fun. Arya told about her stories and everybody listened interested. Even Brienne had fun, she discussed fighting and swords with the valyrians who were quite excited about her Oathkeeper.
"I'm going to bed, we must continue our journey tomorrow and ships must be ready. Baelar, you watch that everything goes right." Arya ordered.
"Yes, my Queen. Anything else?" He asked.
Arya went to the bedroom which was luxurious, but less than a one in New Valyria. She woke up early in the morning and ate a couple of fruits and saw from the window how soldiers stowed the ships.
"Morning, you are awake," Tyrion said.
"I have to leave early if I want to see my sister."
"Will you stop at Storm's End? He loves you, gave his men to you.
"I can't after what happened, I broke his heart." She sighed.
"Yes, you did, but Gendry hasn't met any women after you left. I have to admit that he's quite a man, no whores and he drinks less than Robert. Oh, but he loves fighting, Gendry trains every day and knows how to use a hammer. To be honest, Lord of Storm's End is the most desirable man in Westeros. Every house in Westeros and Essos offer their daughters to him and every one has failed. Redwynes, Hightowers, dornish, noblemen from Pentos, Volantis and Braavos, all of them. Pentosi nobleman offered million golden dragons, but Gendry rejected the offer. His daughter was Blackfyre descendant, imagine that beauty: silver hair and purple eyes. Every man would kill to see her."
"I don't know if he is stupid or in love with me."
"Aren't those the same thing? You know that some men of House Baratheon can't think clearly when they are in love."
"Sure, that's why Robert started his rebellion. Because Rhaegar loved my aunt and he couldn't live with it."
"I'm afraid that Gendry's fate might be the same, his army is the strongest and vassals support him. If someone kidnapped you, he would crush him to death.
"The things we do for love."
"Yes, and it's sad. You remind me of someone. She had nothing and then she had an army. I still wonder how you ended up commanding 50 ships with 4500 men."
"It's not much, but it's a good start."
A couple of hours later ships were ready to sail. Arya walked into the harbor where everybody waited for her.
"Good morning, your grace. We are ready and men cannot wait." Baelar said.
"Yes, we are leaving. I want to thank King of Six Kingdoms for his hospitality. It was nice to meet you brother. Farewell if we don't see again." Arya hugged Bran and shed a tear.
"You never know, maybe we'll meet. When stones are together, blood is dry and the wolf has eaten an elephant." Bran stated mysteriously
*House Blacksteel is Bronn's new Great House, since he hadn't surname he created it. Blacksteel mirrors Bronn's history as sellsword and an fighter. Sigil of House Blacksteel is flaming arrow. Bronn's personal sigil is two black swords crossed and an bloody skull. Their words are: We follow no one
Why are you leaving? I'm coming with you!" Seban shouted.
"I think not, you have a future here! Look at yourself! A peasant who owes a big fookin mansion on a paradise island. You have so beautiful girlfriend that half of the westerosi lords would kill to fuck her. In Essos such girl would earn huge amounts of gold for her owner." Arya stated.
"Where are you going? Somewhere to kill people?"
"Essos. There is so much to see and experience. Yes, maybe I'll kill those who hurt innocents. Killing things clears my head. I'm not into politics, it killed almost my entire family. I will rather be an executioner than Queen. I care about you and I don't want to lose you. Too many times I've witnessed the death of my family and friends."
"But, if there was a way to save innocents with politics. Would you rule?
"Then I would, for the greater good, but not forever. Leading takes time maybe I would move on and let someone else rule."
"I wish you luck, you will be a fair king. Can you trust anyone of those soldiers?" Seban asked.
"No one." Arya smiled.
She walked to the port and saw her fleet. Enormous sails fluttered with the wind, soldiers with shiny armors waited on the beach.
"Good, you are here. What do you like? Professional soldiers, loyal and they will fight for death." Daemor said proudly.
"Who is the commander?"
"I am. A tall silver-haired man said
"And your name is?"
"Baelar, my captain."
"Well, I'm Arya Stark. How well you know your men?"
"They are well trained, do their job, they are the best army you can get. My men won't rape or kill innocents" Baelar assured.
"We have 1500 foot soldiers, 200 horses, 300 archers, 10 assassins, 200 spearmen, 100 infiltrators, rest of the soldiers can maintain the ships and use the siege weapons." He added.
"Where we need infiltrators?"
"They can harass the enemy's supply chain and cause chaos." It's much easier to conquer a city that is in chaos than a stable one."
"We have a small army, do you think we can conquer cities?"
"Start from the small ones, unite them and rule as Nymeria did. I've read the history of Westeros, she was like you, a fierce warrior, who still was a capable ruler. Leading it's not hard when people respect and recognize your authority."
"I don't know much about leading."
"I can assure you'll gain my advice and men's support," Baelar said.
"I must think about that. Our first stop is Westeros, I'm going to visit my sister in Winterfell. We'll stop at King's Landing. Prepare the ships." Arya ordered.
"Yes, my captain."
"Before you go, you will hate this, but I'll give it anyway. It's not gold, but I hope you like it." Daemor said and gave her a silver crown with ten spikes. They looked like wolf's teeth."
"It's wonderful, I wear no gold, I prefer silver. It's cold but still so beautiful as the North. I'll wear it and conquer the world in the name of House Stark." Arya thanked and put the crown on her head.
"Farewell, Arya Stark. It was nice to meet you. Bring honor for your family."
"I will, farewell."
Arya entered the Winter Star's bridge and shouted orders. Everything went smoothly because valyrians knew what to do. She went to a cabin where she found an unexpected person.
"Well, well. You can't get rid of me, girl." The man winked an eye.
"Damn you, Syrio. Should I command my men to throw you to the ocean because you're in captain's cabin without her permission?" Arya laughed.
"How many men you want to lose? Syrio smirked.
"I don't know, maybe ten? She smiled.
"But why are you here?" Arya asked.
"I wanted to see the world, Essos is an interesting place. Besides every Queen needs Hand. Or how about the Queensguard? Name me to Lord Commander of Queensguard. I was once First Sword of Braavos, protector of Sealord.
"Do I deserve the crown? What if I fail and thousands will die?"
"Rule with peace, not violence. I know instead of ruling, you would seek new adventures. Gather a small council who advises you."
"You shall be my Hand. I, Arya of House Stark, First of Her Name, Queen of the Sea and Conqueror of Essos appoint you, Syrio Forel, First Sword of Braavos as Hand of the Queen. Your first mission is to gather the seven best soldiers for Queensguard."
"I'm honored, your grace. I'll do it."
After three weeks of sailing, the company stopped at King's Landing. It was a windy day and the sun was shining.
"Is this wise to sail here with the army? They think we'll attack." Syrio asked concerned.
"I think my brother already knows that we come in peace." Arya smiled.
"Wait, is your brother a king?
"Yes, King of Six Kingdoms, my sister is Queen in the North."
"By Seven Hells, you Starks are quite surprising. If your siblings rule the Westeros, will you rule Essos then?" Syrio smiled
"Haha, maybe. Starks rule the known world. You never know what happens next."
In King's Landing
Arya, Syrio, Baelar, maester Aelor, and Queensguard entered the throne room where they met Ser Brienne Lord Commander of Kingsguard.
"Arya, I thought we would never see again. I'm glad you are here and who are the people with you?" Brienne asked.
"It's my honor to meet a great knight like you. This is Syrio Forel, braavosi water dancer, and Hand of the Queen. This one is Baelar, commander of my army and this young man is a maester Aelor."
"I don't recognize these armors? These are well made. Are they sellswords from Essos?
"No, they aren't. I found a new land. It's a long story, I will tell more about my journey."
At the same moment, Bran the Broken, King of Six Kingdoms arrived while Ser Podrick pushed him further. Everybody knelt when they saw him.
"Rise, I know who you are and why you're here. Looks like you have found something, Arya. Be my guests, it would be nice if you joined a feast tonight. Ser Brienne, we celebrate my sister's return from the west. Tonight there is no need for Kingsguard. You and the rest of the knights will feast with us." Bran stated with joy.
"But my King, we hav.." Brienne tried to say before Bran interrupted her.
"King's orders," Bran replied and smiled.
"Yes, your grace." She said and bowed.
"You must be maester Aelor. You have to meet Grand Maester Samwell, you certainly have a lot to talk about."
"Your grace." Aelor bowed and left with one of the Kingsguard's knights.
"You must be tired after the long trip, servants lead you to rest. Arya, would you stay for a while? I'd like to take you to meet my small council." Bran said.
"Sure, I have time."
After five minutes, they arrived small council's meeting room where all members except Grand Maester Samwell were.
"Well, well. If I can see right, you are princess Arya Stark, heir of Sansa. Last time when I heard about you, you left to west of Westeros. Did you find anything? Gold, silver? Perhaps good wine?" Tyrion greeted her with excitement.
"Or whores? Bronn added.
"Bronn..." Tyrion stared Master of Coin seriously, who, again didn't care about King's presence.
"I met a girl, who is worth 500 golden dragons. She could finish you with her eyes." Arya smirked.
"Money is not a problem. I am Master of Coin." Bronn laughed.
"The one, who thinks it's a good idea to not pay crown's debts to Iron Bank," Tyrion replied before old friends burst into laughter.
Ser Davos who sit silently during the conversation stood up and looked Arya:
"Grand Maester Samwell is busy right now. He asked me to tell that he is happy with your return. I'm glad you survived princess Arya. You must have many stories to share. I noticed your fleet, well built and good ships."
"Thank you, Ser Davos. I appreciate your words. Oh, I have plenty of stories to share. Give me a glass of wine and I'll tell." She grinned.
"That's what I'm talking about, good company, good wine, and good stories," Tyrion said and brought wine and gave a full glass for Arya.
Arya took a long sip of wine and looked Tyrion: "This tastes like piss. That's not the Arbor's finest."
Tyrion took Arya's glass and tasted as well.
"No no! It's rotted! It should be the wine of gods, Imp's Delight." He cried out.
"Here, this is dornish." Hand said and politely poured wine to Arya.
"Thank you, I didn't know you make wine, forgive my rudeness." Arya regretted.
"Don't apologize. Maybe grapes are rotten."
"Send me a couple of barrels of your wine. I'll stop in Winterfell and give Sansa those barrels. How much it costs?"
"Nothing for Hero of Winterfell whose sister rules North and brother rules Six Kingdoms."
"It must cost something. Gold, perhaps?"
"Tell me about your journey at the feast. I want to hear something exciting."
"So be it." Arya smiled.
"Arya, may I have a word with you," Bran asked.
Let's go to the gardens. Would you push me outside? "Of course brother."
Siblings went outside to the gardens. They were alone and Bran started to talk mysteriously:
"You are going to conquer cities in Essos. Don't act so surprised, I've known it. I have seen many things in the past, leadership and honor are in our blood. It's northern blood, the blood of ice. Don't be afraid sister, you will not repeat Daenerys' or anyone else's mistakes. Essos is ready for a wolf. It has had enough dragons."
"Thank you, brother. Still, I'm not sure."
"You have good men who will help you. Before you leave, I want to give you supplies, food, and ale for your long journey. And please, let the crown help you. I also give 20 ships and 2000 men. They are men of House Baratheon. A few days before you arrived I sent a raven to Gendry and told him about your plans. He wanted to help you and gave soldiers from one of the best armies in Westeros."
"Why? He owes me nothing." Arya was confused, but still knowing the reason why Lord of Storm's End helped her."
"He is a good man. Gendry is like his father, but not a boaster. Nevertheless, he would start a war to get you. He loves you like Robert loved Lyanna. There had always been something between Starks and Baratheons."
To be continued
Yeah, there is probably grammar mistakes in the text, forgive me.
It was time, she knew it. Trial by combat against valyrian champion. It must be easy, piece of cake, right? Nothing can be worse than death, or can be? Arya tried to focus on the upcoming fight, but her mind wasn't clear. Something was wrong.
Arya cleaned her Needle and dress a light leather armor on. She checked that everything was right. The valyrian steel dagger was sharp and ready to slit someone's throat. The hilt of the dagger was remade by Gendry who put Stark's sigil on it, so anyone would know who was the owner. The dagger was also the new ancestral weapon of House Stark since Ice was reforged. It hasn't an official name yet, but it was called Wolf's Tooth among people.
"Are you ready?" Gatekeeper asked.
"Yes, I'm ready. Let's slit some throats." Arya said and entered to fighting pit.
The audience hissed to Arya and cursed her. Someone shouted "foreign whore" and the other insulted her in valyria. Arya didn't mind the people's reaction, she enjoyed it.
"We all are gathered here, because this foreigner, Arya Stark has murdered one of our leaders Maelor. Let the gods decide her faith today." Announcer shouted.
The leader's champion entered the pit. He was as tall as Jaime Lannister and he had short black hair. His weapons were two flaming swords.
"And the leaders' champion is a fire dancer from Asshai!"
"What the fuck is that? Some kind of Beric Dondarrion with two swords?" Arya thought.
The combat began, a fire dancer attacked quickly and Arya barely dodged it. The opponent had a large armor so there would be no chance to penetrate it with Needle. Fortunately, the throat wasn't covered, so Arya just had to strike to there at the right moment. Combat was intensive and it looked like dancing. The Dance of Fire and Water, a story that would last for generations.
Asshai'i wounded Arya's right hand. It hurt, but Arya kept going. A fire dancer couldn't match her speed although Arya was wounded. She disarmed her opponent's second sword, so now Arya had a chance to strike. She put away her Needle and took Wolf's Tooth. Arya dodged all the strikes until she was close enough to her opponent, she jumped and struck the dagger asshai'i's throat. He immediately fell to his knees and coughed blood. The last thing he saw was smiling Arya, who cleaned her dagger.
"Valar morghulis." Arya said calmly.
"Valar dohaeris." Asshai'i replied.
After that Arya mercifully slit his throat. The audience was quiet, everybody just stared. After 15 seconds everyone clapped their hands and cheered.
"Arya of House Stark is not guilty, she is free to go and live."
Arya met Daemon in the big mansion. The Main Hall was the place where all the politics and the other boring things happened. But if you wanted to celebrate and host parties and feasts, you did it in the mansion.
"Welcome Arya, you fought well. Here, have some wine." Daemon smiled.
"Thank you, I hope you don't lack food, because fighting makes pretty hungry."
"We never lack food, we have a lot of fresh fruits, meat, fish and desserts. Please, shall we feast?"
"Of course, after you."
"How long will you stay here, princess Arya?" If you want you will stay here, we give you this mansion, servants, soldiers whatever you need."
"I don't act like a princess, still you call me one"
"Nymeria was Princess of Dorne, didn't act like one, is that right?" Daemon replied.
"True, but she ruled, I rule nothing. I fight, explore and sail."
"You could rule one of our islands, but you don't want to rule. You explore, I like it."
"Yeah, I won't stay here. I'll leave. But I know someone who might stay here. He has a reason to stay.
"Yes, Seban and his girlfriend Rhaerya. Lovely couple, I must say."
"Give him this mansion, servants, and soldiers. He deserves all of this."
"Of course, but I have something for you. It's a gift."
Daemon handled valyrian steel stiletto. The stiletto's handle was made of silver. The decoration was beautiful, a wolf with diamond eyes.
"Thank you, this is very beautiful and it's valyrian steel."
"We still have that. My servants brought something to your ship. It's good stuff to sell. I also sent one blacksmith there, he knows how to forge it. Young maester Aelor will also join to your crew. Oh, before I forgot, I built a little fleet to you, just 30 ships."
"Why? I don't deserve that much. The stiletto is enough."
"No no, when you killed Maelor, it was the best day of my life. I couldn't do it myself, because if I had failed, I would have been exiled. He raped my sister, but because he was the leader, I couldn't judge him. I'm very grateful for what you did."
"That's horrible, I didn't know. But I don't have enough men."
"Don't worry I'll give you 2500 soldiers. They'll fight for you. The one ship can carry over one hundred soldiers, so I think you will manage.
To be continued
So I have been interested in Game of Thrones for a loooong time. I want to start watching the show but I started reading the first book because I need to know the book first 😅wish me luck😊😊
(Just got this today!!!) But I already know a lot of spoilers so....🤷🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️😂
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