Chapter 15
Chapter 15
After finally making a decision, it does sometimes get difficult to stand by it. Because just as I was about to leave, the ‘King’ decided to visit. On one hand it could have been an opportunity. But I am not stupid. Nothing good will come out of it. Especially with my parentage.
The last thing I want is to be recognized as a missing ‘prince’. There is just no way that Ned Stark is the only one that knows of my true origins. I am certain that my existence is a card some players are holding to their chests, waiting for the opportune moment for the big reveal. And my survival by the end of the game is doubtful….
Luckily, the commotion of a royal entourage would make it possible to slip away unnoticed. Wouldn’t want a search, would we?
In this new world, the magic is much wilder. Free…
So apparation is out. If I don’t want to arrive in pieces. And while I can’t thank Papa enough for my personal wizarding space that I could access at any time, I had never actually got around to storing away any necessities.
What I wouldn’t give for a broom and a wizarding tent right now…
But oh well…
I would probably be able to recreate them. But that would require time. Time that I do not have.
A horse would be too noticeable. And while I would never pass for a peasant anyway, travelling on horseback and alone would be like putting up a flashing sign.
Which leaves my Animagus form. An Arctic fox in the North wouldn’t be too suspicious, would it? I would just have to avoid poachers, hunters and wild animals. And it’s not like I am in a hurry anyway.
I had decided to leave during the arrival of the Royal party. With so many new faces it would be virtually impossible to track me. I hope that by the time anyone remembers of the existence of one Jon Snow, I will be long gone.
Though I took my time packing.
With my exponentially more powerful magical reserves I no longer need a wand. But then again, I didn’t use it in past life either as in a battle magic focused Durmstrang, students prefer the use of a staff. Wands were actually very last-century and not very popular outside of Britain and its colonies. As such, Asian wizards prefer fans and swords. African? Musical instruments such as drums are widespread among the tribes. Unless they practice Voodoo of course, those prefer dolls and rituals. Then there are those that cultures that use jewelry and crystals of all kinds. And lets not forget all those weirdos that manage to do magic with their hair as a focus…
On one hand, a staff is heavy, bulky and very obvious to muggles, while on the other unlike a wand it is also very difficult to break, is resistant to a disarming spell due to its weight and can be used as a short-range lethal weapon if the caster depletes their magical core. But perhaps I will stick with a ring this time. Or a pendant…
But although I no longer needed a wand, my power has changed. Many spells refuse to work properly. Especially verbal ones. But that may just be that Latin was never actually a magical language in this world. But intent based spells? They worked perfectly fine. Such as in a disillusionment spell the drive is actually the caster’s desire to become invisible and in a Point Me charm it is the wish to find something so they actually worked. But not combat spells. And while I can now form shields with some directed thought, shouting a Protego doesn’t actually do anything. Strangely enough I found a talent as an elemental in this life in both fire and ice which is another thing I have to thank my mixed parentage for.
But I would never regret my circumstances. Because what if situations? What if my parents in this life weren’t complete morons? What if Rhaegar won? Would I have been acknowledged or been the dirty little secret of his youth? What if Lyanna survived my birth? Would she have cared for me? Resented me for her poor life choices? Married Robert? Become a queen? I prefer to ignore those questions because the only ‘good’ outcome comes from my acknowledgement by Rhaegar. But a mage for a Prince? Blasphemous. Unacceptable. Impossible.
And I would not give my magic for the world. And especially for a relatively comfortable life in a golden cage for the amusement of filthy muggles.