the pack reunited (II)

An: give me face cam ideas for different characters such as Rhaena, and other lords whom weren't shown in the show. I plan to make the 'kingdom of ice' strong asf. Giants, mammoths, and nymphs oh my!

Whiteharbor, the north, 128AC

Cregan pov

Then, I hear lord manderly beside me gasp, I quickly glance to him while waiting for the plank to be dropped so i may greet harald for true and follow his eyes to see a man I don't recognize at all.

He has the blonde hair and blue eyes indicitive of house manderly in the last few generations.

I ask lord manderly, "who is that beast?"

The merman lord looks to me and says three words that leave me in total shock, "my son, Wylan."

I don't get time to debate him when I hear the plank hit the dock, the heavy wood it's made out of slam onto the dock attracting even more attention than the massive dark black wooded ship had already garnered.

Quickly I turn to see my brother already only a few steps away from me with his arms out wide. With his stretch I see his armour and am momentarily shocked at the sleek design with what he always called, 'runic' patterns engraved in that and his cloak.

He smiles at me before I'm engulfed in a hug that momentarily takes me off gaurd.

My brother had never been super strong. He always used his quick reflexes and his insane speed to weild weapons. However, the man currently hugging me and laughing has strength in spades.

He pulls back to arms length and it's only then do I feel the breath of dusk on my neck. The shoulder height Direwolf had never met harald. For he'd shown up as the only surviving member of a liter who's mother was killed by a stag.

Harald quickly took off his glove and went straight to scratching dusks chin murmuring in the old tongue so softly I almost couldn't hear him over the waves that crashed against the dock and ships.

""I'm glad he's got you. You must help him in the war to come.""

Dusk acted like he only does with me. Leaning into my younger brothers pats and scratches. 'Stark blood is always strong,' I thought before Harald turned to me with that same smile he'd had on his face since my father passed away and spoke for true for the first time.

""Come Cregan. Let us go to the hall. I have so many stories to tell you.""

He then turned to the two companions beside him and spoke in a language I didn't know. It was smooth and fast. The sounds rolling of his tongue.

(An, give me ideas for what this language should be. It will be written in English, but I like the depth such things provide🤷)

((Go make sure we sell what we need to sell and buy what we need to buy. Our journey after this is starting a kingdom. Make sure nothing is left off the list. Burn it after you get all you need. We will not return to the mainland for some time. Much work is to be done to prepare ourselves and those who follow us for the war to come.))

He then turned back to me after the two serious men gave him nothing more than a nod, and without even introducing themselves, turned and left down the street.

My brother turned back to me, his serious sounding demeanor now gone replaced by a smile before looking at lord manderly and gestures behind him where the beast of a man I saw earlier comes up.

""Lord manderly, I believe I made you a promise when last we saw eachother. I present to you your second son, Wylan manderly.""

He then stepped back and the giant of the man scooped the lord of white harbor into a deep hug. ""it's truly good to see you, father."

He then stepped back to my brothers right shoulder, and began scanning the surroundings like he had been since he'd arrived.

Lord manderly stuttered for a few moments before regaining his composure and chuckling like a jolly man from a place far far away before he spoke, though not in the old tongue.

"My boy, what the hells have you been eating?"

Harald replied before Wylan could, ""As I said lord manderly, you wouldn't recognize him when he returned. My promise has been fulfilled.""

Then he turned back to me and I spoke. ""Tis good to see you Harald. I'm sure the stories you have will be true songs of glory. Let us go. Many people will be excited to hear about your return.""

The look he gave me confused me. As if he was guilty. I knew instantly something was wrong. However, unlike my father, I will not disagree with my brother in public. Just as he wouldn't with me. I couldn't 'control' my brother per say, but I certainly held a place of importance in his heart. This allowed me to get away with more than anyone else I know of. My brothers short temper was renowned throughout the north. 'A smiling wolf waiting for you to be stupid enough to turn your back after insulting him' and it was true.

My brother didn't belive in things like honor and rules in a fight. If you'd made an enemy of him, he would simply wait until your guard was down before he reminded you just how stupid upsetting him was.

When met with dissatisfaction at some of his actions he'd always tell my father, 'since when did we become arryns, whose honor is as high as the sky? Yet can fall to the darkest depth of hell when the need arises. But because they shout from the rooftops about honor it means they get a pass? No, father. We are first men. Blood of the man who put andal heads along the shores of the north to remind those idiots what upsetting the direwolf brings. Winter. Death. Desolation.'

Such a man was dangerous. And now with the massive men he had following his every move as if he was their king, he truly struck a striking image. Even if I wielded a sword of Valyrian steel and had a Direwolf, it was my brother I felt looked like the winter kings of old as we made our way through the city of whiteharbor and into the castle of the manderlys.

An:let me know! Next chapter is a mc pov. Sorry, just wanted to get the backstory of him without the classic first person, "oh my goodness I woke up in a world of fire breathing lizards and the people who ride them." So yea. That's my reasoning. Let me know. Images with be up soon. Give me time.