The Tales of the White Wolf and his Queens Chapter 12

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Jon Stark the current King of Winter had met with all his bannermen, they were all informed about the situation that had developed in the South since this Dragon King had decided to invade the rest of the Kingdoms, which he had achieved with extreme ease and efficiency. And now, he had his eyes on the last Kingdom of Westeros, his Kingdom, he would probably be marching his armies to the North and they would be at his gates at any moment.

Of course his bannermen shouted many suggestions as to their next plan of action, the vast majority were more than willing to face the dragons in battle, not wanting to go down without a fight. For kneeling was not an option for them, they pledged that they would burn with their King.

Scratching his beard Jon comments quietly.

“I want to see for myself if these dragons are as terrifying as they say.”

“Do you think you'll be able to enter the minds of those beasts and control them?” Brandon Snow, his bastard half-brother and closest friend and confidant asked whisperingly at his side. To which he simply replied, saying.

"I don't know, I've never tried, most likely no one in history has. What can happen when a human enters the mind of a huge fire-spitting beast. Maybe I'll burst into flames."

“Maybe it's also our only hope, none of the other Kingdoms have been able to stand up to those beasts, I don't see why we would be the exception, you are our only hope for victory.” His brother told him.

Jon had to agree with him on that, despite the immense power of his army, he knew he had no chance against those beasts which had been compared to gods. And when the Targaryen King arrived in the north he would demand of him the same as he demanded of the other Kings, to kneel and swear eternal loyalty to House Targaryen or burn with anyone with a desire to fight. And as the other Lords had already expressed, they were more than ready to burn with their King, but Jon did not wish that for his people. But the thought of kneeling before these foreigners also made him sick to his stomach, his ancestors had fought against the Andals and had managed to repel them, allowing them to keep their customs and their Gods. The thought of giving up all that to kneel before these descendants of Valyria felt like spitting on the memory of his forefathers. But at the same time he also knew that fighting without any chance of victory would be incredibly stupid and not good for the north.

“Do we have any ideas on how to deal with the dragons?” Lord Dustin asked the hall to which Lord Glover replied.

"It is said that the Dornians developed a type of weapon to combat them, but I don't think we would have enough time to develop them. Besides according to reports they claim that the Dragons scales were too thick to even be pierced by any of the projectiles. The only possibility would be to hit them in a sensitive area like the eyes, but at the height and speed they move it would be something impossible to accomplish."

"So these things are really unkillable? Are they really gods?" One of his lords muttered hopelessly to which Jon finally raised his voice and said.

"If they really are gods. Why do they let a mere man ride them and give orders?"

They all fell silent at that as they had no answer. Letting him continue with his speech.

"They are creatures, powerful creatures, but nothing more. And I assure you they can be killed, maybe not by a man or a gun, but by each other. I'm sure if we got a dragon on our side, that would change things quite a bit."

“And how do you plan to get a Dragon to fight for our side, your Grace?” Lord Bolton questioned him, his voice as cold and gloomy as his pale skin.

“I will try warging inside the mind of one of the Dragons, the biggest one preferably.”

He would try, or die trying.

“But if I fail, I want everyone to drop their weapons and surrender.”

His last request was met with cries of outrage and annoyance, no doubt the northern Lords would rather death than surrender, but as their King he could not allow that.

"My Lords, it is very noble of you to wish to die alongside your King, but there is nothing honorable in dying for a lost cause or worse yet without cause. Dragon Kings though ruthless have also shown that they are capable of showing mercy to those who swear fealty to them. I did not build an empire for it to turn to ashes in a senseless war and I do not plan for my bloodline to die with me, there must always be a Stark in Winterfell."

"You have no heirs, Stark. Legitimate ones at least." Brandon points out with amusement, to which Jon replies seriously.

“I have you.”

“I'm a Snow.” Brandon rebuts.

"If I die you will take our father's name and become the new Lord of Winterfell, and your only duty will be to keep the North safe. You will kneel before the Dragon King and swear eternal fealty, you will marry and have heirs, all of whom will bear the Stark name."

Shocked his half-brother kneels before him and holding his hand to his chest says.

“I will not fail you.”

“I trust you will not.” Jon tells him before motioning him to rise, turning to his men having already told them his battle plan, he comments more amusedly. “I have also heard that this Targaryen has two beautiful sisters.”

Nearly all of the Lords let out light amused chuckles at his comment before one said in disgust.

“I also heard that those bastards have a habit of marrying between siblings.”

After hearing that, the laughter died down and several let out disgusted comments calling them aberrations and incestuous trash referring to the practices of the Valyrians. But Jon again lightened the mood by humorously saying.

“If my sister looked like they say those Targaryen women look, I'd be sorely tempted too.”

Causing once again the hall to erupt in laughter. Amidst the laughter his brother again approaches him and murmurs.

“Don't tell me that besides trying to take a dragon from the Targaryen you also plan to take his sister.”

Jon still chuckling lightly answers him.

"He has two, I think it's too greedy to want to keep them both. Besides, marriage was always a way to come to peace treaties and make sure they don't attack the north again."

“What did you have in mind.” Brando asked, to which Jon with a wolfish grin replied.

“You'll see.”

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As they had planned Jon marched along with all the northern troops to meet the one they called ‘the conqueror’. And as he had promised, whatever happened, he would not let any harm come to the North or his people. So he decided to meet the Targaryen as far south as possible. Worst case scenario, the only one who would die would be him or there would be a battle where they would have a dragon at their side. Actually it wouldn't be a bad way to die, though definitely not one he had ever thought of.

Jon Stark, the Winter King who died on the back of a dragon. It would certainly be a popular song in the North.

Returning to the present, the scouts had informed him that they would meet the Targaryen forces just north of the trident. And they also informed him that their army was significantly smaller than his, which showed how much they relied on their dragons to win any battle. That would be their biggest mistake, surely the last thing the Targaryens expected was that someone from Westeros much less the north could possess the ability to enter the minds of animals and control them at will.

But the only thing that could ruin their plan was about this link that the Targaryen possessed with their dragons, it was not warging per se, but it was also related to magic, Valyrian magic no doubt. So, it only remained to see which region possessed the most powerful magic, whether it was the Dragonlords or the Winter Kings.

As he expected the Targaryen had sent a messenger giving him the opportunity to ‘discuss the terms of his surrender’. Jon agreed to meet with them before the battle, but not exactly to surrender, but to take advantage of the opportunity to see the dragons in front of him and put his plan into action. He would go alone, except for his faithful companion, Ghost, his faithful direwolf, he might not have a dragon, but he had him.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He remembers how Brandon asked him before he left his tent. To which he answered him by saying a sincere and amused.

“No.”

Laughing in amusement and shaking his head, his half brother told him.

“May the gods be with you, brother.”

"We are in the North, brother. Of course they'll be with me, and you know better than anyone that I'm their favorite."

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“Do you think this one will kneel or will he prefer to burn like the rest?” Rhaenys asked her brothers with intrigue as they awaited the arrival of the Northern King.

"I have heard that the people of these lands can become extremely stubborn and obstinate. Even more so than the rest of the southern Kingdoms." Aegon replied to his younger sister.

Visenya let out a loud snort at his words before saying.

"No matter, we will conquer them as well as the rest and leave this place as soon as possible. I don't like this place at all."

"I agree with you on that, sister. The cold definitely doesn't go with me." Rhaenys said as she rubbed her arms, she hadn't dressed for the weather and shivered even more when she heard the men say they weren't even in the true north. “Why would anyone choose to live in a place like this?”

Aegon flashed a slight smile at his younger sister's reaction to the northern weather, but growing more serious he asked his older sister.

"Since we are speaking of the Northern King, I have heard many rumors surrounding the man. What do you think, Visenya?"

"No more than that, rumors and exaggerations. No matter how strong he is or what magic he possesses, even if it is true, he will be subdued under dragon fire. After all, how could we lose to someone who prays to a tree? What can their gods do when they come face to face with a dragon?" His sister said with extreme confidence and assurance, but he was not so confident. There was one rumor in particular which he didn't like at all, but maybe Visenya was right and they are just rumors and exaggerations.

"I don't know much about it, even the other Kings seemed to fear this Winter King. Besides, these are no ordinary, boring Andals, they say they come from the first men, who lay with giants and children of the forest, allowing them to inherit their strength and magic from them. Perhaps like the Rhoynar they have a trick or two, we should be wary." Both Aegon and Visenya looked at their sister in surprise at such an explanation, the latter even questioning her by asking.

“And since when do you know anything about the Northerners and their history.”

"Hey, just because I don't like to read doesn't mean I'm incapable of it. Besides, I heard in a story that there are ice dragons in these lands, well at least much further north and it sounded interesting so I kept reading." Rhaenys said defensively as she crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out childishly at her older sister.

“What else did you learn?” Aegon asked his sister curiously.

"Not much, there isn't much information about these lands in the southern books. Apparently they are very reserved, only that they have never been conquered. Since one of their Kings named Theon Stark managed to repel the Andals. So, they keep a lot of their old customs and that's why they also worship the old gods, also apparently this country is much bigger than the rest of the south, it is said that you can put the rest of the Kingdoms in the north and there would still be room."

“Didn't you learn anything useful?” Visenya said, not at all impressed by the information her sister had just given.

"Shut up, at least I'm being useful. What do you know?" Rhaenys shouted indignantly at her.

“All I need to know is that like the others, he is a frail little man who may succumb under my steel or Vhagar's flames.”

"Enough of that, our guest is here. We are here as conquerors, act accordingly." Aegon told them seriously as he watched the man approach from a distance.

“He doesn't seem to be so small, don't you think so, sister?” Rhaenys murmured with a smirk as she gave Visenya a sidelong glance before her gaze returned to the front and analyzed the man in front of them in extreme detail.

Her brother Aegon was by no means a small man, but the Northerner seemed to dwarf him with ease, Rhaenys could tell he easily reached seven feet. Perhaps what she had read about them was true and they did indeed possess the blood of giants, but their intimidating appearance was not the only thing that stood out about the rough and unexpectedly good-looking man. As well as them an incredibly wonderful creature accompanied him, she had also heard about these, Direwolves. This particular specimen was extremely beautiful, his fur as white as the scales of Meraxes and his eyes were a blood red very similar to Balerion's. Also unlike them, he was dressed for the weather, he was wearing a black leather outfit along with black boots and gloves. He was also wearing a heavy and thick cloak made of leather, Rhaenys also noticed that he was carrying a huge sword on his shoulders.

She also analyzed their features and appearance, certainly the first men were not very similar to the Andals or Rhoynar. Though pale skinned, he possessed much more masculine and rugged features than she was used to seeing, his beard was lumpy and thick, his hair was curly and long, falling to his shoulders, but his eyes were something she had never seen before anywhere in the world, they were a dark gray. Some might see it as dull, especially if you compared them to the bluish eyes most Andals possessed and her own purples of Valyria's, but Rhaenys thought they were beautiful and very captivating, it was like looking at the storm clouds of Dragonstone. Untamed and wildling, cold and fierce.

Rhaenys surprised herself by her own words, she was generally not interested in any man, she always thought everyone was beneath her. The only exception was her brother, due to the fact that he was also a dragon rider and her own blood, but for some reason she felt an attraction to this man.

Perhaps tall, dark, dangerous and brooding were her type and she never knew it.

"You must be the one they call ‘the conqueror,’ Aegon Targaryen. What is it that brings you to the gates of my realm, Lord of dragons." Rhaenys had to hide her reaction at how arousing his deep, accented voice sounded, no doubt the attraction she felt towards him did not seem normal. And she didn't seem to be the only one who felt that attraction, she could easily feel the intense gaze the man had on her and that made her show a smile in satisfaction. It was not at all uncommon for men to be attracted to her, but she was pleased to know that this man was no stranger to her charms.

Aegon did not like at all that the man's full attention was on Rhaenys. Though he knew it was somewhat normal for men to see her that way, as she was probably the most beautiful woman they had ever seen in their lives. What was not normal was the way Rhaenys returned the amused look, usually she was not interested or impressed with anything or anyone, but it seemed this man had caught her eye. Aegon at least hoped that it was the huge wolf was what he caught his sister's attention, but dropping the subject he cleared his throat and said.

"I have come with an offer, to relieve you of the burdensome duties of ruling. All you have to do is remove your crown, kneel before me and swear eternal allegiance to me and my House in perpetuity. In return, I will appoint him as warden of the North, let him keep his title as Lord of Winterfell and spare his life along with those of his men."

Finally turning his gaze to the name who stood amidst the beautiful and luscious women, Jon rubbed his thick beard as he considered his proposal before replying.

“What if I refuse?”

In a much more serious and threatening tone, Aegon replies.

"You will burn, along with your men, and your castle. Your name and bloodline will die today along with you, and quite possibly name a new Warden of the North who is more willing to kneel. Possibly House Bolton, I'm sure they will be more than happy to rule in the absence of any Starks."

"Oh, I'm sure they will, but a Bolton will never rule the North. Not today, not ever."

“Then you will kneel?” This time Visenya did the talking, her tone bored and annoyed.

He still needed more time to carry out his plan. So, Jon preferred to ignore the question and deflect the subject by saying with a mocking laugh.

“I bet it must be pretty easy to declare war when you're on top of one of those beasts.” Jon said referring to the huge fire-breathing beasts who loomed intimidatingly behind the three Targaryens. "But where is the love of the fight? Where is the thrill of a hard-won battle? Do you even need a woman afterwards to make you feel like you're still alive after riding one of those things in battle?"

"Enough! I don't care about any of those things. Will you kneel or will you choose to fight and die?" Aegon told him plaintively.

"I have no intention of dying today, but neither will I kneel before you. You're not going to get anything from my Targaryen, in fact, I plan to take something from you and even the battlefield a bit."

"He's talking nonsense. Aegon get this over with at once and if the fool wishes to die so badly, grant him his wish." Visenya said

"Actually my wish was for you to give me enough distance and time so that I could warge on one of your dragons and thanks to you, I got it. I truly thank you, and in return, I will show you first hand, what the magic of the north and the Starks is capable of achieving." Jon told them before fixing his gaze on the dragon he had chosen, pitifully he couldn't catch the black giant, but the second largest would be enough for what he wanted to accomplish. Staring into the eyes of the huge beast, Jon took a deep breath before going completely into his mind. Which also caused his body to fall senselessly to the ground.

“Is he dead?” Rhaenys asked in bewilderment at the northerner's words and at what had just happened. But at the same time she asked that question, she felt something interrupt her connection with Meraxes, her dragon roared abruptly and thunderously alerting the other two dragons who saw it squirm.

She tried to approach her dragon and calm it down, but was unable to do so as it began to stomp furiously and roared again before releasing its flames into the skies and randomly as if it was being attacked by an unseen enemy. After a few moments which seemed eternal, his dragon finally calmed down, but unexpectedly flapped its wings and flew off into the skies before disappearing into the clouds. But it wasn't long before it appeared again, only this time it did so at the other end, descending on where the unresponsive body of the King of the North had been lying, but at the same time as his dragon landed, Jon Stark seemed to rise with a huge smirk on his face.

“What did you do?”

“How is this possible?”

“Meraxes!”

The three Targaryen shouted in disbelief as they watched the dragon allow himself to be so meekly petted by the northerner, as if he had been his rider for years. Looking at them still with the huge grin on his face, Jon replied.

"As I said, even the battlefield. It wasn't fair for you guys to be the only ones with a fire-breathing beast, was it? Now-"

“Give it back.” Jon was interrupted when Queen Rhaenys shouted angrily. “Give me back my dragon.”

"No, I don't think I will. You see I need him to defend my country." Jon told her, before turning to Aegon and refuting her offer. "So, who's going to be Targaryen. Do you still have a desire to fight?"

Aegon did not know what kind of trick he had used on Meraxes to bind him to his will, the only thing that could explain such an occurrence would be if someone used a dragon binding horn, but this was not the case. This man had managed to control an adult dragon on his own. Analyzing his situation, he still remembered that he had Balerion and Vhagar with them, but Meraxes was the second largest and most powerful dragon in the world, only behind Balerion. If they faced each other he was sure that there was a chance that he could defeat him, even more so with Vhagar's help, but it would not be easy and very possibly he would have to kill the dragon, something that his sister would never forgive him if he did it. Then there was the fact that the northern army was vastly superior in numbers to his own, if he had both dragons busy fighting Meraxes his forces would be easily outnumbered and defeated.

“Aegon, we should-” Visenya tried to suggest something, but was interrupted when Rhaenys shot out at the northerner with murderous intent, unsheathing her Valyrian steel dagger, more than ready to pierce it through his heart. But her plan failed spectacularly when the man easily disarmed her and trapped her against his chest.

“Rhaenys!” Aegon shouted causing Balerion to roar fiercely behind him, but Meraxes reared up on his hind legs and matched the fury of the ‘Black Dread’.

Still holding his sister in his arms, the Northern King spoke again.

"You came to me with an offer Dragon King, but how about I make you a counter offer. Leave my lands, return south and rule those lands if you so desire, for all I care. But in return, I will keep your sister and her dragon, consider it a guarantee that you will not try to conquer the north again."

“I will not leave without my sister.” Aegon replied to which Rhaenys added. “And I will not leave without my dragon.”

Turning to Rhaenys he said. “You are more than welcome to stay by his side.” But raising her gaze to the conqueror he said. “But if your brother is not willing to make some sacrifices, war it is.”

“Wait!” Visenya shouted, interrupting him and causing him to shift his attention to her. "I have read about you and your customs. You follow the ancient ways right?"

Jon nodded surprised that the Targaryen had even bothered to learn anything about them, but he wasn't the only one because Rhaenys couldn't help but give her sister an amused smile, but Visenya simply ignored her and continued with her plan.

“So, that means you can't turn down a challenge.”

Jon laughed loudly at hearing that and set his gaze on Aegon before telling him.

"Will the Lord of Dragons deign to fight for himself? Very well, state your name and your terms."

Aegon looked at his sister and taking her by the arm asked.

“What are you doing?”

But his sister took his arm away and ignored him completely, turning to the Northern King she stepped forward and unsheathing ‘Dark Sister’ her Valyrian sword and pointing it at him, she said.

“My brother will not face you I will, Visenya of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria, I challenge you, Jon Stark.”

Jon looked at the woman in disbelief before turning back to Aegon and saying.

“Are you seriously going to let your sister fight for you?”

Feeling embarrassed, for despite also carrying a Valyrian sword, he did not know how to actually wield it. Visenya was the only warrior in the family and if anyone had a chance, it was her.

“Do you have a problem taking on a woman?” Visenya questioned to which Jon shook his head. “If I beat you, you will free my sister and her dragon.”

“And what if I win?” Jon asked.

“You can take me as well along with my dragon.” She declared to which her brother quickly shouted indignantly.

“No, I forbid it!”

But Visenya only had her attention on the man in front of her and he said with a smile on his face.

“I, Jon of House Stark, King of Winter and Lord of Winterfell, accept your challenge, Visenya Targaryen.”

Having accepted the challenge, Visenya finally turned to her brother and said.

"If I defeat him, he will have to keep his word, trust me, it is the only way. You know that if we fight Meraxes the only way to stop him would be to kill him. And if we do that, we will lose both Meraxes and Rhaenys."

“You can't lose.” Aegon told her, to which with much anger, Visenya rebuked him by saying.

"You wouldn't have to depend on me, if you had listened to me and picked up a damned sword once in a while. Now back off and let me handle this."

Rhaenys focused on her enemy and was also very confident in her own skill and the advantage she had in possessing a Valyrian sword, she only needed one opening and her sword would cut through his armor and flesh like butter.

Jon released the woman in his arms and said.

“I wouldn't recommend running, Ghost enjoys hunting and I don't want him to mistake you for a nice, delicious snow bunny and want to sink his teeth into you.”

Rhaenys looked at him angrily before also giving his wolf a sidelong glance before breaking into a run, but as opposed to trying to run away he moved towards his dragon, trying to communicate with her before trying to mount it, but she refused. Jon watched this with amusement before focusing on his rival, surprising the other Targaryen woman when he unsheathed the sword he carried over his shoulders and revealing that it too was Valyrian steel. For almost all of her predecessors it was nearly impossible for them to use ‘Ice’ as their combat weapon due to its size, leaving it more of a ceremonial sword, but for Jon it was perfect in every way.

"You know, unlike the south, it's quite common to have female warriors here in the north. So, don't expect gentle treatment from me. After all, I know firsthand how fierce you guys can get." Jon told her, to which the Targaryen Queen replied.

“All I expect of you is to honor your end of the bargain once I defeat you.”

Laughing and getting into a battle stance, Jon told her mockingly.

“And I expect you to be just as warm as your sister.”

With an annoyed roar and unwilling to listen to any more of the man's words, Visenya charged forward. She had trained as effusively for moments like this, she knew they couldn't always count on their dragons to save them all the time, from a young age she'd come in with the sword and become very good at it, but no amount of training could prepare her for this fight.

When Jon Stark brought his huge Valyrian sword down on her with a strength she simply could not rival, it showed the clear difference between the two. It was only thanks to her speed and agility that she was able to move to one side and avoid being cleaved in two. But that was not the worst of it, for the Stark King not only had monstrous strength, but he was also much faster than a person of his size should be, and he was also very skilled, he could easily finish her off with any move if she was not fast enough.

But Visenya knew that she was not going to win this fight by simply dodging and retreating, she had to fight back. If she continued this way, it would only be a matter of time before she would be overpowered. So, she tried to look for the slightest opening in the northerner's defense, but she couldn't find any, and before she could react or think of a new plan. She felt her sword thrown from her hands after trying to block a powerful blow, disarmed and feeling overpowered, Visenya fell to her knees before feeling the cold Valyrian steel on her throat and hearing the man's deep voice tell her.

“'Yield.”

“I yield.”

Laughing, Jon turned to Aegon and said.

“You know, I only wished to take one of your sisters and her respective dragon, just to ensure the safety of my country, but it seems I will be taking them both.”

Visenya not being able to believe that she had actually lost to this man, completely angry and frustrated, she picked up her sword again and stood up with every intention of running her blade through him. But she was stopped midway by the huge Direwolf who knocked her back to the ground and prevented her from moving with his massive weight.

"Nice try, but not a very smart one. That'll cost you, princess." Jon said turning to her before turning back to her brother and saying. “You should never have come to my kingdom, Targaryen.”

Aegon just as furious as his sister, he was willing to fight anyway, no matter the consequences, he was not willing to lose both of his sisters and return to the South a defeated and humiliated man. But before he can mount Balerion, he hears Rhaenys say to him.

"No, don't, it's not worth it. We've suffered enough defeats in this place. Go back south, rule and secure your control over the rest of the Kingdoms, I will retrieve my dragon and return together with Visenya, I promise."

“You shouldn't make promises you won't be able to keep.” Jon told her as he re-sheathed his sword and carried it over his shoulder as he took the little Targaryen princess in his other hand and whispered in her ear as he watched his brother. “You are mine now.”

This time she did not try to break free from his grasp, she knew it would be in vain. So, she just stared at her brother and said.

"Go, this will not be the end of us, let Visenya and I take care of him. We will both get out of this and come back to you."

Jon really didn't know what the male Targaryen's reaction would be, either way he was more than ready for any possible scenario. He had a dragon behind him, one of his sisters on his arm and the other being subdued by Ghost, but he was really surprised when Ghost decided to leave, but obviously without saying.

"Don't think I won't come back, Stark. And this time I'll take back what's mine and I won't leave without burning every last castle on this miserable continent, I'll turn everything you know to ashes."

“I'll be ready.” Jon answered him with a huge grin. Barely containing his laughter, he couldn't believe that his plan had actually worked. He had won two dragons and two Targaryen princesses for himself. As soon as Aegon left, Jon looked back down at the pretty bunny in his arms and said. “I think it's time for you to meet your new home.”

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Sorry for the delay, but the chapter is finally here. And finally we have the introduction of the Queens Rhaenys and Visenya, who are now under Jon's clutches. No doubt the next chapter will be much more fun and full of much Smut, most likely with Rhaenys as Visenya will not be so easy for Jon. Next update will be an exclusive, most likely a commission, see you soon. Until then.