I'm giving you guys a fair warning, I tried to write a sex scene, so if you'd rather not read that, feel free to skip it. I've marked it by *** . But if you do read it, please tell me if you liked it.
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Poor Stark, the guy looked genuinely sad when he came into the room, but hey, losing a father figure does that for you. Unfortunately for him, I cannot revive the dead, though I can offer the next best thing.
"Do you want to talk with him one last time, Eddard? That is something I can do." I called out to him softly once he sat down at the table with us.
"Lady Emily? You could do that?" He asked, looking surprised, and Catelyn didn't look any different.
"Yes, I am a god of death, I can briefly call upon the souls of the departed, and bring them back into the land of the living."
"C–Can you call for anybody?"He asked with a bated breath.
"Yes, I just need you to hold my hand and think about the person you want to see." I absorbed the hallows right before we came here, and while I could still use their powers, they worked a bit differently.
"I-I would like that." Eddard said after mulling it over for a few minutes.
"Then give me your hand." He hesitantly wrapped his big hand around mine, and I called for Jon. Unlike the last time I did this, the effect was almost instant. A rapid swirl of white light quickly coalesced into the form of an old man.
"Ned… Oh, Ned." Jon's ghostly face showed sorrow.
"It's– It's good to see you, Jon. Even if it's like this." He said and tried to move and hug Jon, only for him to walk straight through him.
"It's only his soul, Eddard, he cannot be touched. Take as long as you need. I'll leave you to it." I said, standing up. I didn't want to intrude on these personal moments.
"Thank you, Lady Emily, truly." He shot me a grateful smile.
"Yes, thank you, I need to tell Ned so much, but I think that you should stay. He will need all the help he can get in the coming years."
"I don't really want to get involved in political squabbles, old man. I'm not suited for it."
"And you won't have to, if you don't want to. Nobody could make you, but I implore you, do keep my foster son alive through this." He looked at me pleadingly, and I was getting more and more curious just what this whole thing was going to be about.
"I already promised I would do that."
"Jon, what is going on?" Stark asked confusedly.
"I uncovered a secret, Ned, one so big that if it ever came out, it would threaten the peace of the seven kingdoms, and I was killed for it." He said solemnly.
"Ooh! A conspiracy?"I asked excitedly.
"Who would dare to kill you, Jon?! What secret?" Ned growled with unbridled fury.
"It is a conspiracy, my Lady. Ned, the children… Robert's children aren't his, they are bastards! Born of incest between the Queen and Jamie Lannister, no less!" Ned and Catelyn just sat there, mouths agape, not finding words to say.
"Umm… I get that incest is like really bad, but what's a bastard?" I asked because it confused me a bit. Wasn't bastard just a curse word?
"What do you mean, what's a bastard?! It's a foul creature born out of lust! They are an affront to the Gods." Catelyn shrieked, sounding really offended for some reason.
"Yep. That tells me absolutely nothing… Jon, an explanation?" I looked at the ghost, he seemed like the calmest person in the room right now. Must be because he's dead.
"*sigh* My apologies, I didn't know you would be unfamiliar with the term. A bastard is a child born outside marriage. The royal children are not his."
"Oh, yeah. I can see why that's bad. The king doesn't know, right?"
"No… I was killed before I could inform him." he shook his head.
"Ned, this must be handled delicately. I know Robert, he will want to be the new Hand, and you must do it. You are the only one he will ever listen to, the only one who could make him see reason." Jon looked imploringly at him.
"I assumed as much when he informed me he is on his way North. But I am not built for southern politics, Jon. I have to think it through."
"Hmm~ What will happen to the children once the king finds out?" I didn't care about the cheating queen, but seeing as this was a medieval world, the fate of the kids might be grim, to say the least.
"That's what makes this whole situation difficult. Once Robert finds out, he will no doubt want to have them all killed. That outcome is something Ned must avoid at all costs, as it would spark an all-out war between the Crown and the Westlands."
"*Phew* No wonder you're dead. The queen had you killed, right?" I muttered. Damn, can't say I blame the woman.
"I initially thought so too, but being dead has its perks. I watched the aftermath… It was my wife, along with Littlefinger."
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"And that's pretty much it, I think. All in all, it looks like a shitstorm is on the horizon." It was late afternoon before I finished recounting what I learned to Pyra. There was more to that story, but that didn't really concern me, mostly because the political implications of it all flew right over my head, if I'm being honest.
"Yeah, I kinda feel bad for the kids though." Pyra sighed.
"I do too. Let's hope that Stark takes care of it."
"So, if a war does break out, do you want to get involved?"
"Do you?" I didn't care either way. If Pyra wanted to, I would.
"No, unless you want to?" I guess we're on the same page then.
"Nah, I'll keep my promise to the Starks, but that's it. I'd rather we do something more fun."
"Oh? And what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I want to be here when the king arrives, because that should be fun, but in the meantime, let's look for the dragons. It's the main reason why we're here after all." We had about a month or so before they arrived.
"We will have to go to Essos then. Do you want me to narrow it down more?"
"Just pick a city between Braavos, Pentos, and Myr."
"Pentos then." Pyra immediately gave me an answer.
"Why?" I wondered if she checked the Records.
"Pyra starts with P, and so does Pentos…That's two P's, you know, pp…"
"This… this is something I would think of! A–Are you learning f–from me?! That makes me so happy! Hehehe~" I lunged at her and hugged her profusely. Screw the records, this is how you decide your future course!
"Hahaha~ More like you infected me…But yeah, it's flawless logic." She laughed with me, and it took us a while to settle down.
"You wanna go right now?" I asked with a grin.
"Why not. We could be in White Harbor before midnight and continue tomorrow morning straight to Pentos." Pyra tapped her lips thoughtfully.
"Kay! How about we fly both on my broom? You know, make the most out of the flight."
"I'm the big spoon." She said with a grin matching mine, and a promise in her eyes.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
***
We immediately mounted my broom, and Pyra kicked us off. As we flew out of our home and started picking up speed, Pyra pulled me tightly into her warm chest and settled her chin in the crook of my neck. One hand firmly held me around my waist, while the other held onto the broom.
"Ahh~ this is the best." I sighed in contentment and somehow managed to nuzzle myself even closer to her. Below us, the world flew by. Quiet fields, bubbling creeks, and the faraway lights of little hovels all became a blur, and in this moment, it was only them.
"It is~ But I can make it even better." She then gently started kissing my neck. Long gone was the shy Pyra I met what felt like a lifetime ago. As she trailed her kisses all over my jaw, the hand around my waist started to travel upwards, oh so slowly, so teasingly.
"You're right… This is even better. Ahh~" I couldn't help it, a needy moan escaped from my mouth when she pinched my nipple and rolled it between her fingers.
"I–I'll hold the broom…" I needed her other hand right now.
"So needy~" She whispered into my ear, her warm breath sent a new wave of shivers down my spine.
"Only for you." I turned my head to face her and captured her beautiful, glistening lips into a passionate kiss. She tasted like strawberries this time. Meanwhile, her hand, the one I was desperately yearning for, found its way into my panties. I shifted around a bit to give her fingers better access, and they found their target immediately.
"Oh my~ You've made a mess, Emmy~" Pyra whispered between kisses. Her fingers entered, and her thumb settled in its rightful place. Slowly, but surely, she picked up speed and with motions oh, so practiced, she drove me right to the edge.
"Ahh~ Yes… Pyra…I— Ahh~" I couldn't even string words together at this point.
"That's it, Emmy. Let it all out." She was lovingly encouraging me as her fingers continued doing their divine work. Her soft whispers only made me more excited, and when she drove me to my second climax of the night, I couldn't wait to return the favor later.
"Haah~ I'm so glad I've met you, Pyra." I whispered in happiness once the orgasmic high started to fall off.
"Me too, Emmy, me too." She kissed my temple lovingly and sighed with contentment.
***
With our lovemaking over for now, we landed for a brief moment and cleaned ourselves up, and then, with my promise to return the favor later in White Harbor, to which Pyra enthusiastically agreed, we resumed our flight and spent the rest of it laughing and chatting about whatever we could think of.
A few hours later, the port city came into view, and even though it was now shrouded in the darkness of the night, the city was still alive. The small dots of light from moving torches were moving up and down the two ports.
The closer we flew, the more the architecture of the city became clear. It was very different from Winterfell, and Pyra said it was because of the mixture of southern and northern influences.
"Let's land here, where we are still out of sight." I told Pyra and showed an empty spot a few hundred yards from the city proper. We dismounted the broom and then made our way inside under an invisibility spell. I had the feeling that the guards stationed at the gates would ask unwanted questions, and I was getting rather tired after today, so we simply slipped inside.
"Let's find an inn and hit the hay." Which we did after some searching, and when we came up to the counter, the innkeeper, who was busy with muttering something under his breath, eyed us warily, and when we paid, he started grumbling again about some 'fucking red priests' taking up all the rooms or something like that.
"I wonder what that's about."