Chapter 6
This is it, Ned thought. If we can win here, the war is as good as won.
The rebels had retreated from Harrenhal when their scouts had reported two royalist armies making their way to them. They had the choice to either stay and be surrounded on all sides, confined to the castle, or they could tactically retreat to the Trident, forcing both of the royalist armies to reposition and attack from the same direction. Hoster Tully had made a good point about using the waters of the Trident to help shield their troops from enemy dragon fire. It also provided a lot of water for the Riverlander hydromancers.
The mood among the rebels was tense. Thankfully, Ned had an amazing source of stress relief available.
Ned had savagely fucked Alerie, Anna and the Tyrell sisters harder than ever before, as he was getting ready for the coming battle. He made sure to spend himself in every hole they offered him. He had thought about including Sylvie, but she would need her strength. The Reacher women were probably still quivering on his bed, back at camp, his seed still leaking from their mouths, cunts and arses.
The royalist forces were Riverlanders and Stormlanders who were loyal to the king, Reachmen sent by Mace Tyrell, Crownlanders and the Dornish. To hear the scouts tell it, they outnumbered the rebels by a fair margin and had four dragons, against Ned and Robert’s two.
It would be a hard fought battle, but the winners would decide the fate of Westeros. Flying on Snowsong, Ned could see the enemy armies in the distance, hearing the sound of their horns and the roars of their dragons.
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The armies clashed together on the trident, a maelstrom of flesh and steel as the northern pipes played in the background.
Ned could see explosions of magic on the ground, from both sides. Small tidal waves knocking men down and sweeping them away. Giants were swinging boulders that had been chained together into the mass of men, obliterating all in their path. War beasts were tearing through anyone they came across. Ned wanted to help his men, but found himself in a battle for his life against two Velaryon dragons he recognised as Leviathan and Seawing. Robert had urged Stormbreaker right into Veraxys, Rhaegar’s dragon. The two were now fighting a vicious fight to the death.
Gyl Galaed, the fourth royalist dragon had been empaled by two arrows from Giant’s greatbows, sending both dragon and rider falling to the ground. Ned was trying to draw the Velaryon dragons to the Giants, giving their archers opportunity to fill the dragons with arrows. But, the Velaryon dragons were fast and Ned knew the Giants would never loose an arrow if it had a chance to hit him.
Snowsong sent forth a massive blast of cold, trying to freeze her enemies. It caught Seawing right in the chest and wing, sending the dragon flying away, clearly weakened and dropping altitude due to one wing being weighed down by ice. Leviathan was made of sterner stuff, Lord Lucerys Velaryon’s dragon was older than Ned’s, but not quite a big.
Leviathan slammed into Snowsong, she cried out as Ned felt one of her ribs break. The impact of the two dragons clearly loosened the bindings on Lord Velaryon, who began to slide off his dragon. I can survive that fall, Ned judged, before leaping from Snowsong as the dragons battled and tackling the Velaryon off his saddle.
As he fell, Ned could see the two dragons break apart and clash again, before Snowsong raked her long horns along Leviathans side. Riderless dragons very rarely fought to the death, so Leviathan fled, with Snowsong giving chase.
Lucerys felt the impact of the ground a lot harder than Ned did, but Ned certainly felt it.
I really need to stop doing that, Ned thought as he heard a sickening crunch before he rolled off the broken corpse of the Velaryon lord. They had landed in the shallows on the rebel side of the lines. He saw Lord Mance Ryder rushing to his side to help him up.
“Are you hurt, Stark!?” He shouted, over the deafening sound of the battle.
“No!” Ned responded, “Tell Sylvie to bring her archers up! And get word to Lord Hoster! Tell him we need to advance! They’ve lost three dragons! We need to push our advantage!” Ned gave his orders and called for Fang, who burst from the fray covered in blood, a disembodied arm in his maw as his tail wagged happily. Ned mounted him and set off towards the enemy, Ice raised, ready to kill.
Riding a Direwolf was unlike riding any other creature, there was a smoothness to it’s movements and it never slowed down. Men, Trolls, beasts, all fled before Fang and Ned. They weren’t a threat to an adult Direwolf like Fang, who stood as large and as heavy as a bison and twice as strong. His hide was tougher than chainmail, but he was also appropriately armoured, covered in padding and enchanted Uru, he was impervious to most attacks.
As Ned carved his way through the enemy, slashing this way and that, he heard a monstrous roar. He looked up and saw that Stormbreaker had torn off Veraxys’ head, sending dragon and rider to land in the deeper water in the middle of the trident.
Ned instantly urged Fang to the corpse, as Robert landed Stormbreaker. From his position on Fang, Ned could see Rhaegar get up on shaky legs, one hand clutching Darksister, ebony shadows dancing along its length, in the other, he held a shield with the sigil of house Targaryen.
Robert dismounted Stormbreaker, sending him to attack the rest of the royalist forces. Swinging Foebreaker, he struck Rhaegar with a blow that would turn a normal man into a mess of bloody flesh and shattered bone. But Rhaegar had been enhanced with Valyrian magic, so it just sent him flying back into Veraxys’ corpse, rubies flying free from his black armour.
As Fang leaped over a Massey shield wall, Ned saw a flash of pure, glowing white making it’s way to Robert and Rhaegar. Targaryens, have to fight their own battles today… Ned thought, as he charged Fang at the Kingsguard.
They clashed together, Fang ripping into his horse as both men were thrown from their mounts. They quickly rose and faced each other. Barristan the Bold… Fuck! Ned raised Ice to his opponent.
“Get out of my way, Stark!” Barristan ordered.
“I don’t think I will.” Ned growled in response, the battle seemed to die away around them, like the world was taking one last breath, before the plunge.
A mournful look fell on Barristan’s features, “I am… truly sorry, for what happened to your family.” He said, “I’ll convince Rhaegar to give you clemency when… all this is done.” He raised his sword.
Ned’s eyes shone blue as ice covered his sword. “I would rather he give me Lyanna… Ser.”
With that, their blades crashed together. The Trial of Winter had enhanced Ned to well beyond what should be possible for a man, he had wondered how it would measure up against a Kingsguard’s enhancements. Now he would get his answer.
Fuck! He’s fast! Ned thought as Barristan put him on the back foot, trying overwhelm him, get inside his range and use his greatsword’s length against him. However, Ned would not be an easy foe.
He slammed Ice’s hilt against Barristan’s helmet, sending the older man backwards. Then, he swung Ice upwards, the metal of Barristan’s armour sang, sparks flying as Ice carved a deep groove along his breastplate. It seemed they were of equal match, though Ned was not using his ice magic.
They traded blows and parry’s in thigh deep water.
Barristan would swing low, Ned would counter and riposte, Barristan would dodge and thrust. Fang was clearing a path for them, as they made their way closer to Robert and Rhaegar. Eventually, tired and sweating, Ned found an opening, catching Barristan in the thigh with Ice, sending the knight to his knees.
“Yield, Ser.” Ned panted, levelling Ice with Barristan’s neck. Barristan clutched to his leg, his blood turning his white armour red.
“I’m afraid… I can’t accept your surrender at this time, Stark.” He said, lifting his heavily damaged sword to meet Ice.
A loud shout gripped their attention, Robert had taken Darksister from Rhaegar and used it to empale him to the ground, through Rhaegar’s pelvis. Rhaegar was thrashing under the surface of the water, unable to breath as he bled to death.
“No!” Barristan shouted, rushing to Rhaegar, before Ned knocked out the distracted Kingsguard. He pulled Barristan out of the water, so he wouldn’t drown.
After a minute, Rhaegar stoped thrashing, either from drowning or from being stabbed in the pelvis.
Ned went to Robert and cut off Rhaegar’s head with Ice, holding it aloft with a howl of victory.
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Upon seeing their Prince had been slain, the royal army fled. Both Robert and Jon had been injured, not terribly, but it would stop them from riding quickly. So, they had sent Ned ahead, commanding the rebel forces to take Kings Landing. Most seemed to think that the death of Rhaegar meant the war was already won, but Ned knew better.
They still have dragons, Ned thought, and Kings Landing has never fallen. Aerys still had enough strength to make a fight out of it. Snowsong was healing from her wounds, but she was flying slower than usual. Ned gave her a few pats of encouragement. Good girl, not lost a fight in the entire war so far.
In the distance, Ned could see Kings Landing, they were making good time. Ned was starting to relax…until he saw smoke rising from the city. He reached for his horn and gave it three short blasts, telling his forces to start marching quicker. Doubtless, scouts were seeing the smoke too. The northern mounted forces started rushing to Kings Landing, as Ned flew above them.
When they got to the nearest gate, Ned landed next to his troops. He saw a Marband banner alongside a Lannister lion. “What’s happening here!?” Ned shouted to the sentries on top of the wall.
“We’ve taken the city for you m’lord!” One of them responded.
So Lord Tywin has finally chosen a side after all, Ned thought. Shame he only did it when it was clear who would win. “You’re sacking the city! Send word to Lord Tywin, tell him we’re here and he must put a stop to this!” Ned ordered.
“Can’t do nuthin’ to stop it now m’lord. The boys is plunderin’”
Fuck.
Ned began to pass out orders. “Mance! Take the cavalry and the Winter Wolves and stop the Lannisters from sacking the city. If you can’t get Tywin Lannister to get his men in order, do it yourself.”
“Yes, my Prince.” Mance responded.
“Ice guard! Chosen men! We’re going to secure the Red Keep!” Ned shouted, before telling Snowsong to launch into the air.
Above the city, Ned had a clear view of what was happening. He could see that the dragon pit had been stormed and there were two young dragons fighting Lannister forces, another dragon corpse lay in the square. Where Aerys’ dragon, Cannibal was, he could not see.
As he flew closer to the Red Keep, his enhanced eyes could see men had scaled the walls and were climbing into Maegor’s holdfast… Elia! Ned hurried Snowsong to land in the Red Keep’s main courtyard, where he finally found Cannibal.
The once great dragon was now as frail and weak as it’s rider. He had once been as big as Vhagar, now he could not even fly. He roared and snapped at Snowsong like a wounded animal. Breathing short bursts of fire, and it could barely muster that.
What happened next could barely be called a battle: Snowsong landed next to Cannibal and stuck her three, long horns into his chest, killing the old dragon instantly. The corpse of the dragon fell to the ground, with one last whimper. The sight almost made Ned sad, before he remembered what he was supposed to do.
Snowsong knocked down the gates, allowing Fang to enter the courtyard. Of course, the Ice Guard and Chosen men couldn’t hope to be as fast as a direwolf. “Only northerners allowed.” Ned said to Snowsong, before rushing into the keep.
Amongst all the smells of the castle, he picked out Elia and followed her familiar sent. Only a few guards tried to stop them, Ned and Fang easily dealt with them. They carried on until they got to the royal apartments, coming across already dead guards.
They started running quicker, following the scent. They were getting close when Ned heard a loud crunch and a scream that would haunt him till the day he died. He burst into the closest room and witnessed a horror. A man as large as an Umber held the bloody remains of a baby in his hand, standing in front of a screaming and crying Elia, who had a black eye and a half torn off dress. Ned could sense there was another man in the next room, trying to get Elia’s other child.
“Leave her be!” Ned roared as Fang rushed passed him and into the other room.
The big man turned around to face Ned, then threw the child corpse at him and charged. Ned dodged and hamstrung the man with Ice. He heard cries from the other room as Fang dragged a man out by his leg. Ned made an end of both men quickly.
Afterwards, he rushed to Elia’s side, trying to stop her from looking at what had been her son. “You’re safe now, Elia.” He said. Yes, like that’ll help. “I’m going to move you into the bedroom now, to Rhaenys.” Ned tried to assure her.
That got her attention. “R-R-Rhaenys!!” She screamed, stumbling into the other room.
“She’s under the bed.” Ned said, they managed to get her out. The poor girl was crying as much as Elia, clutching a small black kitten that seemed to be as scared as it’s owner. Mother and daughter held each other and sobbed uncontrollably.
“I’ll protect you, you’re safe now…” Ned tried to assure them, to no response. Ned couldn’t blame them. There were times during this war, when he had wanted to just sit and cry.
“Ned!” He heard from outside of the rooms. It was Howland and the Chosen men.
“Gods be good…” Harper said, seeing what had happened.
“There’s no gods bein’ good ‘ere.” Hagman responded, morosely, ripping his cloak off and covering the body of the babe.
“Lord Howland is a trusted friend of mine, he’s going to stay in the other room, here.” Ned said to Elia softly. “The Chosen men will be outside with Fang. They’ll all be able to protect you.” She still said nothing to him. He hoped she could at least hear him as he left. “Guard them.” Ned ordered his men.
“Where are you going?” Howland asked as Ned left.
“To get the Mad Bastard responsible for all this!” He answered.
The Quiet Wolf stalked the halls of the Red Keep alone, without a sound, his blood boiling. All the deaths of friends, of family, of innocents running through his mind.
Sometimes he came across Lannisters, sometimes Targaryen soldiers, all fell to Ice.
“WHERE IS HE!?!?” Ned roared at a guard who was unfortunate enough to get in his way. He held the man to the wall by his throat, Ice pointed at his belly.
Ned could smell the guard pissing himself as he stammered “H-he’s i-i-in the th-th-throne roo-oo-oom. P-p-p-lease… I sw-wear to the G-gods-“ Ned stabbed the guard in the gut and made his way to the throne room.
His blood was thundering in his ears, he could hear more of his forces entering the Red Keep from outside. Any people who crossed his path, quickly ran the other way. Ned got to the throne room doors, they were nearly as tall as the doors to the great hall in Winterfell.
He was so close, on the other side of that door lay revenge, justice for the deaths of his father and brother and all the others who had died in this pointless, ridiculous war.
“AERYS!!!!” Ned roared as he threw open the doors, his enhanced strength ripping them off their massive, iron hinges. They fell to the floor with a colossal crash, of splintering wood and broken floor tiles.
But then, Ned saw something he did not expect: A Kingsguard… Jaime Lannister was sitting on the Iron throne.
With Aerys lying dead on it’s steps…
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Robert and Jon and arrived less than a day later. All three of the rebel leaders had met with Tywin. He had proudly proclaimed that he had delivered the city to them. Ned had been furious, he had demanded Tywin be brought to justice for his crimes and for Jaime to be sent to the Wall for killing Aerys at the last possible moment.
Would it have been impossible to kill him earlier? Before he murdered my father and brother? Ned had thought.
Robert and Jon had refused, so Ned had stormed off. Ned had been questioning the courtiers, looking for anyone who would know where Lyanna was when Harris had found him. “The Princess wants to speak with you, Ned.” He said.
“Then I shall.” Ned responded, beginning to make his way back to her chambers with Harris “How many guards do we have for her?”
“Well, there’s Fang, the Chosen men, Lord Reed and a dozen Winter Wolves.” Harris listed. “A couple of Lannisters tried to get passed us, but we saw them off quick.” That got a chuckle out of Ned.
When they arrived, Ned gently knocked on the door. “Come in.” He heard Elia’s voice from the other side, weak from all the sobbing. Ned opened the door and saw her and Rhaenys. She had gotten a new dress, to replace her ripped one. Rhaenys was sitting with the black kitten on her lap, cuddling it, tightly. “Thank you for coming, Ned.” She croaked. There was an awkward pause.
“I’m so sorry, Elia.” Ned blurted out, unsure what else to say.
She closed her good eye, “I do not blame you Ned…” she said. There was another pause, Ned saw her black eye had swollen shut.
“I can have a healer tend to your eye.” He offered.
“Thank you, Ned…” she replied, gingerly touching it. ”But I did not call you for that. I have two things to tell you, One: I secretly had your father’s and brother’s remains hidden and kept safe.”
Ned was taken aback by that, the thought of being able to put his family in the crypts of Winterfell, where they belonged, did sooth him. “The second:” Elia continued, “…Ser Arthur tried to stop Rhaegar, he’s in the black cells right now… He knows where Lyanna is…”
She barely had the time to finish the sentence before Ned ran from the room, faster than a wild stallion. Running through halls and corridors, down into the bowls of the Red Keep. Down, down, deeper and down, he went. Until he got to the dark, dank cells the crown threw people they wanted to forget.
“ARTHUR!” Ned shouted repeatedly.
Eventually, he heard a weak voice saying “Here…” behind the nearest cell door.
Ned shattered it in one blow. He conjured a ball of glowing, blue ice to light the area. He saw the chained form of Ser Arthur Dayne, The Sword of the Morning, his good-brother. Even chained and dirty as he was, there was a dignity to him. Ned could tell he was one of the deadliest warriors the seven kingdoms had ever known. Arthur attempted to shield himself from the light. He had Ashara’s eyes, Ned realised.
“Do you have any water?” He croaked.
“Here.” Ned said, creating a small piece of soft ice, handing it to Arthur.
“Thank you, friend.” He said, taking it gladly and crunching the ice in his mouth. ”I can’t tell much from my cell… but I think I heard the city being taken… Who are you?”
“I am your good-brother, Ser Arthur.” Ned said, kneeling down next to Arthur and freezing his chains, shattering them. “Where is Lyanna?”
Realisation seemed to dawn on Arthur as he got up on shaky legs. “Dorne.” He said, “the Tower of Joy, I can take you there.” They began to walk out of the cells. “What of the royal family?” He asked. Ned stopped in his tracks, apprehensive. “I told you of Lyanna…” Arthur warned.
“It seems Rhaella and Viserys are on Dragonstone…“ Ned began, as they continued walking up the winding staircase “Rhaegar and Aerys are dead…”.
“Elia? He children” Arthur pushed.
“Aegon was killed by Gregor Clegane when Tywin Lannister took the city. I suspect on his orders.”
“Bastard!” Arthur shouted, punching the wall in a fury, cracking the stone bricks.
“Elia and Rhaenys are in their rooms, under my protection. She’s the one who told me you were down here.” Ned continued. “You can see them before we go.”
That knowledge seemed to give Arthur some measure of relief. “Where is Clegane?” He finally asked, clearly planning to murder him.
“In the belly of my Direwolf.” Ned responded. “Like I said, I imagine Tywin sent him to kill Elia and her children. I stopped him before he could complete his task.”
“It seems Ashara chose well.” Arthur said.
A better man would have got to him before he could harm a babe.
They continued talking, Arthur told Ned that Rhaegar took Lyanna to fulfil some bizarre prophecy about ice and fire. It was madness.
“Madness indeed.” Arthur said, as they finally saw the sunlight again. “It seems Rhaegar was as mad as his father… I would like to see Elia, before we leave.”
“Of course,” Ned replied, “In my haste to find you, I forgot to ask her something.” When they returned to Elia’s rooms, it clearly relived her to see Arthur again. For the first time, Rhaenys didn’t look scared.
“I’m so sorry, Princess…” he said as she and Rhaenys took him in their arms. Ned allowed them to have this moment of calm.
“Thank you for telling me, Elia.” Ned said after a while.
She looked up at Ned with a sad smile. “Arthur, what Ned’s looking for is where Ashara and I used to go to…” she looked down at Rhaenys “have private time together. Please can you take him there.” Arthur looked from Elia to Ned, clearly a bit embarrassed. “I’ll be safe here.” She assured him. “Ned’s men will protect me. As will his wolf.”
“Follow me then, Prince Stark.” Arthur said, bowing to Elia and Rhaenys before leaving the room.
“Thank you…” Ned said again, before turning the leave.
“I hope that I can depend on you to keep Rhaenys and myself safe...” Ned heard over his shoulder, he turned back to Elia.
“Always.” He responded, walking out of the room.
Ned had called eight Ice Guard to follow him and Arthur to the remains of his father and brother. Arthur took them through many secret passageways, winding deep into the Red Keep again. Until they got to a room that had a bed, a hearth and a window in the wall that would give a lovely view of the sunrise on the sea. There were two medium sized wooden boxes in the middle of the room. Ned opened them easily, gazing on their remains.
In accordance with Stark burial tradition, he froze their remains in a block of permafrost. To be taken, by the Ice Guard, back to Winterfell. Where they could be properly interred in the family crypts.
Ned was in the courtyard when Arthur came out, having packed all of the supplies he would need. Ned noted that he was still without Dawn. “I know you’re wondering, so why don’t you ask just ask me and we can get it over with.” He said.
Ned’s curiosity got the better of him. “Where’s Dawn?” He asked.
“Only a Dayne who is worthy of it, can wield the sword.” Arthur said. “It was being unable to lift it that made me realise how far I had fallen.”
“What made you unworthy?”
“Not standing up to Rhaegar sooner…”
Ned thought for a second. “Have you tried lifting it since I freed you?”
“What would be the point?” Arthur asked.
“Lyanna is going to have guards. If we are going towards a fight, I would rather you were at your best.” Ned responded.
Arthur sighed and reached out his hand in a motion that reminded Ned of recalling Ice. Eventually a glowing white greatsword flew into Arthur’s hand. His face seemed to light up with pride. He knelt down and held the sword close. “I promise, never to be unworthy of you again.” He vowed.
Ned took Arthur’s bags and strapped them onto Snowsong’s saddle. “We’re flying on your dragon?” Asked Arthur, grimacing.
“You object?”
“Rhaegar took me on his dragon once… One time was enough.”
Ned laughed at that. “Flying is fastest, now come. We have to be quick. Robert wants us to inform Lord Tyrell his cause is lost and relieve Storm’s End.”
“Ned!” Howland shouted, coming out of the keep as he and Arthur were getting onto Snowsong.
“What is it?” Ned asked. “There was a letter from your wives. You’re a father!” Howland said with a grin. “Catelyn’s birthed twin boys!”
Finally! Some good news, Ned thought, as he laughed. With Arthur by his side, they would get Lyanna and go home to his wives and children.
It was all going to be alright…
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Please… Please… Give me this, Ned thought.
After Ned and Arthur had relieved Storm’s End, they had gone straight to the Tower of Joy. Where they had found Ser Owell Whent and Ser Gerold Hightower. They would not allow them to get to Lyanna, so they died.
Ned had rushed to Lyanna and found her in a bed of blood. She had given birth to a stillborn girl. In her delirium, she was unaware that it was dead. She made Ned promise to look after her daughter. Lyanna was close to death herself.
After everything that had happened, the Gods had owed him this. Thousands dead… Brandon…Father… The Gods owed Ned his sister.
“She cannot fly in this condition.” Ned said hoarsely, standing over Lyanna.
“They had horses and a cart, we can take her to Starfall.” Arthur responded.
Ned sent Snowsong back to Kings Landing with a note tied to his saddle, telling Robert and Jon what he was doing.
They quickly made the preparations to take Lyanna, carrying her down the tower steps to the cart. Neither said much on their journey to Starfall. Arthur sat at the front, driving the horses. The cold didn’t affect Ned anymore but the heat sure did. He had to sit at the back, next to his sister the block of ice that held his niece.
They were dirty and sandy when they got to Starfall. The guards had recognised Arthur and instantly let them in. The rest of the time they spent there was a blur for Ned. All he knew was that the maester was trying to save Lyanna.
For two days Ned sat at the point between maddening grief and happiness. He didn’t sleep at all, always staying close to Lyanna. On the third day, the maester told him Lyanna would live and Ned could sleep, for the first time in a year.
Ned awoke to Arthur saying Lyanna was asking for him. Many tears were shed when they reunited. She told Ned everything, from her abduction to Rhaegar not allowing her to leave after she’d heard of what happened to their family. Ned’s heart had broken when she asked after her babe. Then it had broken again when he showed Lyanna her babe in a block of ice.
It was another week before Lyanna was strong enough to travel. Lord Dayne gave them use of a ship and they sailed along the arm of Dorne, before stopping at Sunspear.
The three of them were greeted in the courtyard by who Arthur told them was Doran and Oberyn Martell, Elia’s brothers and Doran Martell’s wife Mellario.
Ned stiffly got off the cart he was sharing with Lyanna, before helping her down. Oberyn rushed over to a confused Ned, taking him in his arms. “All of Dorne is in your debt, Prince Stark.” He said, as he pulled away.
“We thank you for saving our sister… And are gladdened to see you saved your own.” Doran added, sitting in his wooden chair with wheels.
“I’m sorry. I was too late to save Aegon.” Ned said.
A sad look, passed over the brothers faces. “You avenged his murder and saved his mother and sister.” Doran finally said. “I think it would be better for us all, if we focused on that fact.”
“You look weary, Prince Stark.” Mellario said in a melodic tone, walking over to Ned, laying her hands on his chest. “We have filled three of the bathrooms for you, your sister and Ser Arthur.”
“Thank you, Princess.” Ned said. “We cannot stay long. We must get on a ship to Kings Landing.”
“You’ve spent over a year fighting, Prince Stark. You can afford to take a day to wash it all away.” Doran said.
Ned relented, letting Mellario lead him and Lyanna away, as Oberyn lead Arthur. Ned saw Mellario and her husband share a look and a smile before her and Ned left the courtyard.
The large bathrooms were certainly beautiful, with white and blue tiles covering the walls and floors. The room had no roof and was open to the clear blue sky. Part of the floor was descended into the ground with steps to walk down and filled with water. The rest was a garden with some trees, grass, a wooden table and some benches around the pool.
Mellario had left Ned alone there, taking Lyanna to another bathroom. Where he had undressed and sunk into the warm water. For the first time in a long time, Ned felt he could relax. Then he heard the doors open and saw Mellario walk in.
She had changed clothes from earlier. Now she was wearing a very thin, light blue robe that went to the floor. It was practically see through.
“Is something wrong with Lyanna?” Ned asked, standing up, then trying to cover his decency.
“No. She is well.” Mellario answered. “I thought you might like company.” She slipped her robe off, bearing her naked body to Ned. He was in shock as the wife of the Prince of Dorne stood completely naked in front of him.
Mellario was one of the most gorgeous women Ned had ever seen. She had dark skin, amber eyes and a beautiful face. Long black hair that fell in ringlets to her arse. She was very short, with truly massive breasts. Gold and emerald piercings went through her large, coal black nipples. They were the only breasts, Ned had seen, that were near as perfect as Catelyn’s. She had a flat stomach and a thin waist, that flared into wide, womanly hips. Ned noticed her cunt was completely bare, between her thick thighs, like Ashara and Elia.
It must be the fashion in Dorne, he mused.
“Come now,” she said, “Don’t act like you’ve never seen a naked woman before.” As she walked down into the bath, bringing with her a few bottles of wine and two goblets. Ned had seen his lords and ladies naked in the saunas in Winterfell before. He supposed this was no different.
The two sat in the spacious pool together, naked.
Ned was content to sit back and drink the Dornish wine in the company of the beautiful naked woman. He was assuming, perhaps unwisely, that Prince Doran was fine with it. All he had to do was keep his eyes away from Mellario’s twinkling nipple piercings, something that turned out to be a very difficult task.
“It’s quite the fashion of Qarth to have the nipple of their exposed breast pierced. Men find it impossible to look away.” Mellario said with a wicked grin, shaking her breasts in Ned’s eyesight.
Ned had thought he was more discreet, perhaps the wine was affecting his judgment. “I am very sorry to offend you, Princess.” he apologised.
“Nonsense...” Mellario said, dismissively waving her hand. “There is nothing wrong with appreciating beauty.”
“You are certainly beautiful.” Ned agreed, his eyes roaming her body.
“Thank you…” Mellario said, standing from her seated position. Her wet hair stuck to her back, droplets of water cascaded down her massive breasts, dripping back into the bath. ”What part of me would you say is the best?” She asked. “My breasts?” She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them up for his inspection. “Or maybe my arse?” As she took a step or two forward, turned around and bent over, spreading her arse cheeks, giving him a view of her puckered arsehole and the inside of her pink cunt. “Maybe it’s my mouth then” she finished as she closed in on him, sat in his lap and placed a passionate kiss on his mouth, her tongue venturing forth to find his own.
Ned pulled back slightly, his cock growing harder. “You’re married.” He said, “To the Prince of Dorne.”
“Rhaegar was the crown Prince.” Mellario responded with a smirk. “That didn’t stop you from giving Elia the best fuck of her life.”
“She told you?”
Mellario nodded. “She sent a letter to her brothers, telling them of your noble deeds at Kings Landing. Then she sent me a letter, telling me of your debauched ones at Harrenhal and how to reward you.” She placed kisses along Ned’s jaw. “I thought she might be exaggerating.” She placed a hand around his rapidly hardening cock. “But when I saw this… I knew I had to try it.”
Ned closed his eyes as Mellario pumped him. “It would be unwise to fuck the wife of a Prince, especially when you’re in his own keep.” Ned’s resolve was waning.
Mellario looked up, with compassion in her eyes. “You’ve endured far too much for any man to bare alone.” She said, cupping his face. “You must find release, or it will consume you. Focus your rage and frustration.“ She placed one of Ned’s hands on her cunt. “Focus it here. Let it out. I will help you.” She pulled him in for another passionate kiss.
Ned’s resolve finally broke, his lips left hers and trailed kisses down the side of her neck, causing Mellario to moan. She was right. After everything… He needed to fuck, and fuck hard.
“I am yours for the taking.” she moaned, as Ned started to play with her breasts. He pulled back and looked into her amber eyes, then glanced down at her chest, feeling his cock stiffen even harder at the sight of her massive breasts.
“What do you wish for me to do?” Mellario asked as she stared into his eyes from her position on his lap.
“Suck my cock” Ned ordered. His dark eyes and husky voice sending a quiver straight to Mellario’s cunt.
Ned picked up Mellario as she squealed and waded to the shallower end of the pool, to the steps. He sat on the highest one, so his cock was out of the water. Mellario knelt on one of the lower steps, her breasts were partially out of the water as she marvelled at his cock. She inched her mouth closer to place kisses along Ned’s cock head.
“A truly magnificent cock! The best I have ever seen, my Prince. Even better than Prince Oberyn!” Mellario said, admiring his cock before taking just the head into her mouth. Hearing that Mellario had fucked her husbands brother was certainly a surprise to Ned. Her tongue brushed the underside of his cock, causing Ned to moan as he felt the pleasure of Mellario’s mouth engulf him fully.
Ned threaded his fingers through her thick, black hair. Earning him a hum of approval whilst she continued to lick at his cock. “Fuck!” Ned muttered. She was very skilled. Mellario slowly pulled her mouth away from his cock.
“Do you like it, Ned?” she asked, panting from the lack of air from sucking his cock.
“Yes. Keep going.” he grunted as she slowly stroked his cock. She placed small licks and kisses on each side of his cock before going back to his cock head and taking him even deeper into her mouth.
She frantically bobbed her head up and down his shaft. While she rapidly pumped the part of his cock she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Ned watched her massive breasts bounce as she moved up and down. He reached down and started tugging on her piercings, drawing deeper moans from her throat. In response to the tugging, Mellario swallowed the entirety of his cock and stayed there. Ned could hear her choking, he gripped her head and kept her on him.
He moved up a step, so he could lie back properly on the tile margin that surrounded the pool and the grass around that. Still, fully sheathed in Mellario’s mouth, Ned began to pump her head and thrust his hips. Ned quickened his pace and began to brutally fuck Mellario’s mouth.
The sounds of the wet squelching her mouth made and the wet slapping of skin filled the room. Ned could smell her arousal as she choked around his cock, her spit drooling onto his balls. Tears were running down her face, her make up ruined as she pleasured Ned’s throbbing cock.
She began to thrash a little, her face going red, her eyes rolling and beginning to close at the lack of air. Finally, she went limp in his hands, surrendering all control. Ned could feel his end approaching, he gave three more hard thrusts emptying his balls into her stomach.
He pulled her head off his cock by her hair, covering her face in thick ropes of his seed, some even landing on her mountainous breasts. The white substance, contrasting beautifully with her flawless, dark skin. Her eyes were closed, his seed leaking from her open mouth.
Ned threw her unconscious body into the water, where it landed with a splash. She quickly put her head out of the water, resting it on the side of the pool. The water had washed away his seed and her make up, her eyes closed, his seed still leaking from her mouth as she panted. Ned took a tight grip of her hair, lifting her head up to him. Loud cracks echoed throughout the room as Ned slapped her cheeks a few times. The pain caused her to open her droopy eyes.
“You asked for this.” Ned growled into her face. “You asked for my rage. Do you want to stop?”
Her eyes opened wide. “No!” She croaked, “Please…more…more…please…”
Ned was happy to oblige her. Still griping her hair, he dragged Mellario, on her hands and knees out of the water. He lead her to the grass, where he pressed her head down, so her arse stuck up, into the air. Ned looked at Mellario’s massive arse with a hunger in his eyes.
He started spanking it, hard. Her moans and squeals rose into the air as she arched he back more, pressing into his strikes. After her arse had turned red, Ned turned his attention to Mellario’s soaked cunt.
He teased her entrance with a finger, his other hand pressing her back down lower, arching it even more. “Are you ready to take my cock?” Ned asked, with a wolfish grin.
“Yeeesssss!” She moaned, trying to press back onto his fingers.
“What do you want?” Ned asked as he teased her cunt lips with the tip of his cock. He could hear her pulse rising.
“PLEASE! FUCK ME!” Mellario yelled. Ned slowly eased forwards, guiding his throbbing cock into Mellario’s slick folds.
Both lovers moaned loudly as Ned pushed further inside her. It was one of the tightest cunts Ned had ever been embraced by. It felt hotter than the sands of Dorne and smoother than Lysini silk. Ned placed his hands on Mellario’s ample hips, feeling her warm flesh as he gripped it with his fingers. He pulled her back onto him as he speared deeper into the depths of her womanhood.
“FUUUuuc-!” Her voice broke as she exclaimed, Ned’s cock fully sheathed inside her.
Ned pulled out slowly, earning a whine from Mellario, until only his cock head remained. Then he began to thrust inside again. Ned gradually built up a rhythm. Gaining speed as he fucked Mellario hard. Her cries of “Fuck! Fuck!”, “Yes! RIGHT THERE!” And “YOU’RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN DORAN!” were punctuated by the loud claps of Ned smacking her arse raw.
“Fuck” Ned groaned, as Mellario was brought to another, shivering climax. Her mouth hung open in a wordless scream as her silky depths squeezed Ned’s cock. The flesh of her massive arse rippling with the force of Ned’s thrusts.
Ned held Mellario's hips firmly. One of his hands moving from her hips, up her body to cup one of her massive breasts. His hand squeezed her vast, soft tit-flesh, eliciting delightful whimpers from her mouth. He played with her nipple piercings, tugging and twisting them. Making her nipples hard as stone. Ned fucked her harder and harder, as she begged for more.
“Play with my tits!” She squealed, Ned did not disappoint as he started playing with them more. Drawing more pleasure from her as he filled her cunt with his cock. She screamed again, as she found another peak from his efforts on her breasts.
“More!” Mellario begged.
So Ned drove into her faster, her massive arse bouncing and shaking with every thrust. His fingers tweaked her nipple piercings, making her nipples even harder. Mellario's breath hitched at the combined sensations of Ned’s massive cock in her cunt and his hands on her breasts.
Ned lifted her up, so she was on her knees, with her back pressed against his chest. He still had her tits in his hands as he pounded his cock into her cunt.
“Whore.” Ned growled into her ear.
“YES! YES! I’M YOUR FUCKING WHORE!!” she screamed as her walls squeezed Ned’s cock. Her whole body quaked as her climax ripped through her. All strength left Mellario as Ned was the only thing holding her up. He never stopped thrusting his cock into her depths as he felt his own end drawing near. Filling her with his seed, Ned thrust all the way into Mellario’s cunt. Depositing an ocean of his seed into her womb.
After a while, Ned turned her sweaty body onto her back as she lay on the grass. Her amber eyes fluttered as she looked at him. Her massive breasts, slowly rising and falling as she panted. Ned was still inside her… and he was still hard. They locked eyes, no words were said between them as Ned eased his throbbing shaft inside her again.
“FUCK!” Mellario squealed, feeling Ned fill her again.
He felt Mellario wrap him in her arms, drawing him down to a sensual kiss. When they pulled apart, Ned took one of her nipples in his mouth, as he continued thrusting. Tugging the piercing with his teeth, licking around her nipple.
Ned would be lying if he said he didn’t love breasts. Mellario’s were perfect, they were massive and shook with every thrust. Ned’s cock was penetrating deeper into her than ever before. Causing her to squeal and moan and cry with pleasure. Ned began to quicken his pace again. Sensing that Mellario was close to her end and feeling that he was approaching his own.
Her body shook violently, in the throws of an earth shattering climax as her cunt snugly clenched around him. She squirted evidence of her pleasure around his cock as Ned buried it deep in her cunt, depositing rope after rope of his potent seed inside her.
Ned fell on Mellario, both panting from their debauchery, their breath mingling together in the air. Ned quickly looked up when he heard applause from the side.
“Bravo!” Ned was surprised to see Doran sitting in his wooden chair by the table, with his guard standing next to him. Well, fuck. There’s no way to explain this… Ned knew.
“Did you enjoy the show, my love?” Mellario giggled. Looking at Doran.
“Very much so!” He responded.
Ned looked from Doran to Mellario, confused…
“Poor Ned.” Mellario laughed. “My darling husband enjoys watching other men fuck me. More than fucking me himself. I have given him three beautiful children.” She reached up, running her hands over his sweaty muscled chest. “Now, we find studs for me to fuck while he watches.”
Ned was dumbfounded. He had heard of some lords wanting to watch other men fuck their wives, but they were only rumours. The thought of watching other men fuck Ash and Cat only made Ned want to kill someone.
“Yes, it is true, Prince Stark. I enjoy watching Mellario. We felt you deserved a reward for saving Elia.”
“I had to practically beat Oberyn off with a stick, so I could have you to myself.” Mellario added.
“So… you… enjoyed that?” Ned asked, still questioning if this was real.
“Yes!” Both Mellario and Doran said, in raised voices, trying to get their point across.
“Well then…” Ned said with a smile, suddenly becoming a lot more accepting of the situation, his cock getting harder again inside Mellario. “Shall we give your husband a show?”
Ned fucked Mellario every way a man can fuck a woman as Doran and his guard watched.
He did nothing when Ned struck Mellario, nothing when she screamed how much better Ned was than him and nothing when Ned stuffed his cock up Mellario’s arse.
As the day went on, Ned had an idea. As he was taking Mellario up her arse again. He pushed her face into the pool, so she couldn’t breath, and held her there.
“I won’t let you go until i’ve filled your arse with my seed again.” He growled into her ear, that was above the surface.
Ned had began fucking her at a brutal pace as he held her under the surface. Ned could see bubbles rising when she accidentally let out air when he did a hard thrust. Her body began to thrash as Ned relentlessly fucked her arse.
He locked eyes with Doran, daring him to stop what was happening. The guard, looked like he was going to stop it, but Doran told him not to.
Eventually, Ned spent himself in her arse just in time. Bringing Mellario out of the water as she gasped for breath and shook from another, earth shattering climax, squirting all over the grass again. She screamed the loudest she had so far, then she eagerly gulped down the air. Her massive breasts quaking as she got air into her lungs. Then, lost consciousness.
Ned carried her short body to the table next to Doran. He placed her on her back, her head next to him. Ned pulled out of her arse and began thrusting into her cunt again. Her head snapped to one side, then the other as Ned slapped her back to a waking state. She looked into Doran’s eyes as Ned filled her fill his seed for the hundredth time.
The next day, Ned, Lyanna and Arthur left on a ship given to them by Doran. Mellario bid them a tearful goodbye, kissing Ned in full view of the crew and guards. Which wasn’t too much, next to her wearing a Qartheen style dress. Many men were gawking at her massive, bared breast as she stood next to Doran. She promised she would visit Winterfell often as they left.
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Ned had been tense when they got to King’s Landing. After Lyanna’s ordeal, she did not want to marry anyone and Ned wasn’t going to force her. He didn’t like it, but he could use the fact that Lyanna’s difficult birth had rendered her barren to stop the marriage. Few lords would care that a girl did not wish to marry a king, but a barren girl could not provide heirs and the realm needed stability. Ned had hoped that it would be enough.
To Ned’s surprise, Robert had actually been soft and careful when talking to Lyanna, saying that he understood her reasons for not wanting to marry and was just happy that she was alive. Even going so far as to offer his condolences for her lost babe. He only requested that she would reply to his letters when he wrote them, Lyanna had graciously agreed. Ned had left the hall with Lyanna thanking the Gods for letting Robert see sense.
Robert and Jon had agreed that Elia would be allowed to go back to Dorne, but her daughter would not. Understandably, Elia had been very against the idea of being parted from her last child.
They had decided Rhaenys could not remain in King’s Landing, so it was a matter of who would foster her. Ned had suggested himself, saying Rhaenys and Elia would live in Winterfell with him and Rhaenys would marry his oldest son.
Elia had quickly agreed to that option. The others had seen the reason in that too. In private, Elia had kissed Ned, telling him she had prayed for this outcome when they told her Rhaenys couldn’t go back to Dorne.
As they were packing to leave, Lady Anna Henrietta had come to Ned, telling him that she was pregnant, that it was his babe in her belly. She told him she would pass it off as her husband’s, whom she made sure to fuck when they met up in Kings Landing. Ned had offered to help her, but she denied him, perhaps for the first time. She said it might draw unwanted attention. Seeing she had set her mind, all Ned could do was bid her good luck.
So, with Lyanna, Arthur, Elia and Rhaenys in tow. Ned lead his armies back to Winterfell.
To his wives and children.
To home.