51. Naive She-wolf

Tywin Lannister, the man who brought glory back to the house Lannister. The one who served as the hand of the King. Could not describe the fear he felt when Lord Alexander Stark lifted Robert in the air like he was a small babe and his words too, each word felt like an arrow, meant to destroy any shred of guts. He truly felt scared at that moment. He felt like running straight to the harbor, grab a ship and go find what's west of Westeros. At least there would be a chance of living.

But thankfully, nothing happened and that beast in the human skin left.

"I must return too, I need to regroup my army and send them back. This war has cost us enough money already." Tywin bowed to puzzled Robert sitting on the throne and left.

Only Jon Arryn was left there to make sure that Robert doesn't really kill himself for having Targaryen blood.

...

Alexander went to Harbour. A ship owned by the vassal house of Starks, House Manderly. They lorded over the biggest port in the North, the White Harbor.

He went up and straight into the private cabin. 3 people were waiting for him. Varys had gone back to report at the Red keep and swear fealty to the new King.

Elia quickly walked up to him and held his hand. She had tears in her eyes.

"Thank you, my lord. If it hadn't been for you, they would have done those things to us. I can't even imagine the horrors." Her face turned pale. Varys must have told her.

"And you will never have to face them. I will treat you like my own daughter and give you home, though I'd prefer to be called Grandpa. I'm much older than I look you know" He tried to ease the mood.

She smiled, "Yes, Lord Varys told me not to judge you by human standards and I can feel it. You are... different than everyone else."

"Haha, yes I'm quite unique. Let's get back to the main point. From now on, you will be called Elina, Rhaenys will be called Rina and Aegon will be called Eric. He is too small so it won't be a problem to teach him the name. But you and Rhaenys must practice. I've prepared a fake story for you too. Still, if someday someone tried to trouble you, you will quickly press this ring and a Wolf's sword will immediately find you. I'll try to make your life as easier as possible in the north but still, please forgive me if life is not as refined as in the south." Alexander said.

"No, my lord. You've done enough for us. I couldn't ask for more. Rhaenys also likes you." She said, looking at her daughter who was showing the dragon plushie to Aegon.

"Well, that settles it then. Let's get moving now." Alexander said and went out.

He looked around at the small ship and couldn't help but feel disappointed. This world was too slow in innovation. They hadn't even discovered gunpowder and cannons. Well, he wasn't going to invent them anytime soon though. Still, he could make magical cannons for his future fleet which could only be used by his people, it should also have a safety feature of getting transported back to me if it gets stolen. Magic was just too OP sometimes.

~I think I'll make some big Man-of-war too. Imagine the fear they will bring to the pirates. Though I need to find a fleet first.~

...

Dobby, Brandon, Howland, and Ned had reached the Tower of Joy with much haste. But they found 3 Kingsguards standing guard. Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Oswell Whent, and Lord Commander Gerold Hightower.

"Lord Stark," Ser Arthur Dayne said.

"I looked for you at the trident..." Ned said, his words were interrupted by Dobby.

"We don't have time for that nonsense. I'll give you one and last chance. Yield." He said.

"And who the fu*k are you?" Gerold Hightower retorted.

"Haha... you have no idea who you're messing with," Brandon scoffed.

Dobby didn't say more and dashed with an unimaginable speed for someone of his size. His giant sword slashed at Gerold Hightower. Gerold tried to block it but his sword was also cut with his throat. Without any warning, he also dashed towards Ser Oswell Whent and also killed him. By then, Ser Arthur had drawn out his Dawn, a white-ish legendary sword.

Brandon spoke. "You are my brother by marriage, Ser Arthur. Lady Ashara Dayne is pregnant with my child. I think she'd want you to see your nephew. Please yield. Ser Dobby, alone killed 300 Lannister men just a week ago. You can't win against him."

Brandon was a brute who had more muscles than brains but he truly loved Ashara and didn't want to kill a family member.

Arthur lunged at Dobby only to be thrown away by the sword clash. Then surprisingly, he put his sword down. His last strike was to judge Dobby's strength and he had judged.

"You are really strong Ser Dobby. I yield. Princess Lyanna is up there, but if you try to harm her then I won't sit quiet," he pointed to the tower.

They nodded and headed up. Ned was at the forefront and quickly barged in.

Midwives were working on cleaning while Lyanna lay on the bed, covered by a blanket. Ned quickly ran to her.

She broke down in tears when she saw him. "I caused their deaths, father and brother."

"No, you didn't." Brandon walked and ran to her other side.

She looked shocked and then happy. "H-How?"

"Uncle came to Red Keep, alone, and got me out. But father was already gone. He also killed the Mad King," he quickly answered.

"I-I missed you two" she cried.

Dobby stood near the door, mentally talking to Alexander and telling him about the happenings. Alexander was currently on his ship to White Harbor and it would probably take 3 more days for them to reach. So, he went to his private room and apparated to the tower of Joy.

Arthur Dayne was still standing guard, alone. He cast a notice me not and walked. But then he felt like someone was watching him. He suddenly remembered the damn 3 eyed raven. He quickly scanned the area and looked in a particular direction.

The 3 eyed raven felt like someone was directly looking into his soul and then he heard a voice. "I'll give you a visit soon, prepare your best speech to convince me not to kill you"

The 3 eyed raven left the area and woke up in his tree, scared.

...

Inside the tower.

"I don't want to die brother" Lyanna teared up.

The two brothers had their hearts shake due to helplessness. Then a voice came from behind.

"All men must die someday... but not today." Alexander walked into the room in his white Jedi Robes.

He took out a small bottle from his pocket and gave it to Brandon. "Make her drink this."

Brandon quickly fed her the healing potion and waited for some minutes. Lyanna also slowly started to feel a bit better.

Then a midwife brought the small bundle of joy, wrapped in a cloth. The brothers were surprised but accepted the fact.

Seeing that everything was going to be okay, Brandon decided to talk to his brother with his sister as a witness.

"Ned, I wanted to tell you something, I've decided to give up my lordship of Winterfell to Uncle. He's a better leader and lord than me. I foolishly believed that Lyanna was kidnapped and got father killed." I am not suitable for the position.

Lyanna quickly put her hand on Brandon's. "No, big brother. It's my fault. I sent a raven to tell you that I'm leaving with consent, foolishly believing it would reach you."

"Aye, Uncle is a much better lord than I. I lived most of my life in Vale. The northern lords respect him too." Ned said.

"But what about Benjen? Shouldn't we ask him too?" Lyanna asked.

"Oh, come on. Benjen likes uncle more than father. He'd have no problem with this," Brandon added.

Alexander decided to speak "I am not going to marry, Brandon will still be my heir, so there shouldn't be a problem. But what should we do with Lyanna and little Jon now?" Alexander asked.

"Jon?" The three exclaimed.

~Sh*t, my tongue slipped~

"Obviously, you can't be thinking of giving him some Targaryen name now? Let me be blunt. Targaryens are gone and there will never be another Targaryen dynasty sitting on the throne." He said seriously.

"But the prophecy. Rhaegar said the prophecy must be fulfilled. The three heads of the dragons" Lyanna started to blabber.

"Do not talk about prophecies in front of me. Targaryens ruled Westeros not because of righteousness but because they could do it. The day they lost their dragons was the day they lost their right to rule. They are greedy and inbred morons who have more of a record of producing madmen than good kings. For a prophecy, you caused a war. A war in which many men, nobles and smallfolks died. Many children became fatherless because of you and your late husband. Your prophecy ruined everything and you must accept that fact." Alexander coldly said.

"Prophecies are foolish things to believe in. Most of the time they just show a small part and not the big picture. Tell me, did Rhaegar know about this rebellion his prophecy would cause? You so foolishly believed the words of a man who had a family history of bloodline madness. A man who left his wife and children in kings landing to get r*ped and butchered, a man who let his own mother get r*ped and beaten by his own father. If Rhaegar had an ounce of spine, he would have arranged an assassination of the Mad King. How difficult could it have been? But no, he chose a prophecy. PURE STUPIDITY" He added.

He didn't care about the feeling of Lyanna right now, she needed to learn her lesson if he were to have her by his side. What she did was dumb and someone had to call it.

"Tell me, did he tell you about his prophecy?"

"When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone." She said.

"Such a vague and pointless prophecy. Let me guess, Rhaegar used to think he's the prince that was promised and then later believe that one of his kids will be the prince that was promised. But guess what, the other 2 heads of the dragon are gone. Squashed and butchered by the Lannisters. Well, let me make this easier for you. The prophecy was talking about a person who will have dragon eggs and will also hatch them in a fire that can't burn them. Then he or she will become Azor Ahai and fight the others/white walkers that want to return"

"White walkers? I thought that they were old nan's tales." Brandon exclaimed.

"They are real, son, believe me. I've lived longer than you can imagine... Alright, this is getting on my nerves now. No prophecy matters in front of me. Sign these papers and Brandon will tell you a Stark family secret" He dropped 3 magically binding contracts, if they tried to tell anyone then they will be muted and compelled to come to him and confess their breaking of the contract. The person asking them will also be muted and compelled to come to him.

Alexander picked up the little cute Jon and played with him while Brandon told them about him.

After an hour, they all looked at Alexander with a changed look in their eyes.

"So... Y-You are the god of the world," Ned asked, unsure of himself.

"Yes, if the texts in the old town are to be believed. I am much bigger than just a god, but that doesn't matter now," Alexander shrugged.

"So, ummm... Uncle... I mean, All-father, how old are you?" Lyanna stuttered.

"More than 15000 years and you all should still call me uncle. Lyanna, do not fear me. I am not against you marrying Rhaegar and birthing little Jon, but you still believing in the prophecy. The prophecy has already failed, she-wolf. And as long as I am in this world, no prophecy matters. So, I want you to spend the rest of your life happily watching Jon grow up. When he's old enough, you can tell him of his past. But we can not let the world know about his parentage yet. They would be after his blood otherwise, especially Robert," he warned.

Lyanna understood his point, what was a prophecy in front of a literal god? She was also worried about her son,

"What should we do, uncle?" she asked.

"Fake identities, Ned can claim him as his bastard and Lyanna can be the Nanny. I will change Lyanna's look so that no one can recognize her. Ashara is too nice of a girl, she might start treating him like her own son if we made him her son. While Ned's new wife, Catelyn will never treat him like a son, making the whole charade believable. There's another option though. I straight up go and kill Robert Baratheon." Alexander said with a serious face.

"No, don't kill him. I am ready to do this. As long as I can stay by his side." Lyanna said, lovingly looking at Jon.

"Don't worry, Robert won't live that long. He'll be the reason for his own death, that is if I don't help him. Ned, do you agree?" He asked.

"Aye, I'll do it," Ned said with determination.

"Alright, what happened in this room and all the talks we had and will be having about this topic in the future will be under the binding contract, you can not discuss it with anyone except each other but I prefer you don't. We will also get Benjen to sign a contract and tell him everything, then Lyanna can meet him. Ned, you will come to the north via Kings Landing and tell Robert that Lyanna is no more. Brandon, you'll be going to Starfall to bring Ashara and your child. I'll take Lyanna back to my ship which will reach White Harbour in 3 days. Good luck"

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