Chieftess

Lux watched the show his wonderful wife was putting on with amusement. Sure, he'd created magical television, but that was simply based on his memories, with nothing new to see, so this right here was the closest thing to drama he was going to get.

It was a good thing he'd spread a low-level confounding charm across the tribe. If he hadn't, Lux was sure there would be far too much panic and too many questions about him and his small legion of soldiers for this riveting entertainment between the two estranged sisters to develop.

"Val, take back your words. I don't know what's come over you, but this is not the way!" Dalla demanded, making his fearsome wife growl.

"Sister, stay out of this. This Crow bastard's honeyed words have gotten to you, and I won't let it stand," Val glared, pointing her drawn axe at all the Wildlings acting as onlookers. "All of you, how far have you fallen to follow a Crow of all things?"

Lux could see some of the group nodding their heads in agreement. Obviously, Mance hadn't been in charge long enough to solidify his position.

"Mance isn't as weak as you believe, Sister. I don't want either of you to get hurt in this foolishness," Dalla tried to be the voice of reason. Lux knew it wouldn't work. Once his stubborn wife got something into her head, the only way to put it to an end was to beat it out of her.

Val scowled, likely about to give her sister a few choice words before Mance stepped forward, putting a hand on his wife's shoulder.

"My love, I'll accept her challenge. Know that I'll bring no harm to your sister," Mance drew his castle-forged blade, likely the main factor preventing a constant stream of challengers for his position. Most people with at least two brain cells to rub together wouldn't take the chance, not when the best weapons around here were made of bone and rock.

Even with those words, Dalla still looked rather heated about this whole situation, walking off with a huff, probably knowing more than most that her sister wouldn't be backing down.

"We don't have to do this. We're kin, after all," Mance offered, making Val snarl and spit on the ground. His wife was just classy like that.

"The time for words is over, Crow. Now show me where that confidence of yours is coming from," Val said, readying herself for battle.

Mance also readied himself. He'd let his wife's sister make the first move. After all, he'd been trained by the Night's Watch since childhood. Sure, there were those stronger than him, but he'd confidently say he was unmatched in skill beyond the wall.

Wait, when did she get so close? Mance thought before feeling his hands go numb, looking down to find that his blade had been knocked from his grip. He looked up, trying to figure out what the hells was going on, only for a gloved fist to be the last thing he saw before his vision went dark.

Val dusted off her hands, looking down at the crumpled sack of a man in disdain. The gathered Wildlings looked around, stupefied, wondering if that was really how an epic battle for command of the tribe was meant to end. Dalla looked worriedly at her husband's downed form but was too shocked to move.

Lux noticed his wife getting ready to escalate things and figured it was about time to step in. Val would probably feel bad for a while if she killed the man and later found out he wasn't tricking her sister.

"Darling, do what you want, but I figured you should know that the man hasn't been fooling your sister. They truly are in love," he told his wife, making her pause and give her sister a weird look.

"Truly, Sister? You fell for this weak man?" she asked, finally snapping Dalla out of her shock.

Dalla didn't seem to pay attention to Val's question, instead running over and checking on her husband's unconscious body.

"Well, what now?" Val asked, making Lux shrug.

Lux figured the entertainment to be gained from the situation had already been milked dry. So, might as well put an end to the innocent bystander act, he thought, dropping the confounding charm, the only thing that kept the Wildlings from questioning him and his warriors' existence too much. The startled crowd now looked around and became increasingly agitated.

His undead spread out, surrounding the larger host, but even while outnumbered, the heavily armored men were a new and frightening sight. Lux was simply making sure that none got any funny ideas. This was his wife's new tribe, so he obviously wasn't going to wipe the savages out for no reason.

"Val, w-what's going on? Who is this person exactly?" Dalla asked.

"Like I said, Sister, this is your good brother," Val told her, and Lux wondered if his wife was being purposely obtuse.

On the side, a few of the Wildlings were starting to make a fuss until a quick spear butt to the face from his undead pacified the spooked bunch. Lux ignored them, focusing on the conversation between the sisters instead.

"Yes, but why did he come beyond the wall with an army?" Dalla tried to get her sister to elaborate.

"It's simple, Sister. My husband has promised prosperity for our people," Val said, making Dalla deadpan, looking like she was wondering if her sister was ill in the head.

"We can discuss things later, Sister. For now, you should probably get that weakling into a tent or something," Val turned away, leaving her sister to stew in the many emotions she was feeling.

"Husband, that was far from the satisfying fight I was looking forward to. Now I need to blow off some steam. You'll help me with that, won't you?" Val asked, hungrily eyeing him up.

Lux gave his woman's pert ass a firm slap before throwing out his portable house and lifting his wife into his arms. He ignored the Wildlings' shocked gasps and cries of witchcraft, instead anticipating the rough fucking he was about to dish out.

A New God's Conquest

Bella huffed as she watched her master and his savage wife ignore everyone else to go have their fun. Now, it seemed that everything was left to her to handle. She'd be asking her master to do that special thing with his tongue later to make up for it.

She rolled her eyes, watching Rose not-so-subtly sneak into the house—the little voyeur.

Bella ignored everyone else's antics, giving orders to her master's undead to keep the area secure.

She was starting to regret insisting on joining this little adventure and was already missing her precious baby daughter. Bella couldn't wait until Delphi was old enough to join them outside the safety of their castle.

She knew she was just being overprotective—nothing could harm the daughter of her master—but her motherly instincts couldn't be put to rest. Delphi was likely having a blast, being pampered by the elves and playing with Aurora and Noire, anyway, so she didn't feel too bad about leaving her little girl behind.

Later, while nursing a glass of wine under the pavilion she'd conjured, Bella looked up from her book to see Val's sister finally muster up the courage to approach. What was her name again? Dora, or something?

"What are your plans with my sister?" Dora asked, lacking any manners whatsoever. Not that Bella expected anything else.

"Plans? Right now, I believe that my master's only plan is to enjoy your sister's body," Bella teased, noticing the woman narrow her eyes. She found it funny how the two sisters were so different. Words like that, spoken to Val, would have the wild girl chomping at the bit for a fight.

"Listen, Dora, you can't—"

"My name is Dalla," Dora rudely interrupted.

"Sure, whatever. As I was saying, you don't have the comprehension required to understand the grandeur of my master. There will be no tricks or deception toward your little bunch of savages. You'll be better off simply taking my master at his word." Bella tried to put it in the simplest terms she could, but as she figured, the truth didn't seem to put the woman at ease.

"You can't expect me to believe that. Tell me, do you plan on forcing us to our knees like the Southrons?" Dora whined, and Bella was already tired of this conversation.

"Believe what you want, but look around," Bella gestured to the warriors on standby. "If what you believe is true, what could you do about it?" she sent her a nasty grin.

"And besides, by your customs, your sister is now the leader, so run along and wait to pester her instead," she waved off the annoying woman, watching her stomp away, growling. Heh, it seems the sisters do share some things in common.

Finally, she was able to get some peace and quiet, which lasted until her master finished his activities.

Seeing him hold out a hand in her direction, Bella walked over, latched onto his side, and enjoyed the feeling of his hand roaming down to her rear.

"We'll be on the move again soon. The new chieftess here already has a plan in mind," he told her, and she raised an eyebrow toward Val.

"Yes, I've heard so much about my husband's earlier exploits that I've decided to follow in his footsteps for now," Val said, her master grinning at the words.

"Oh, so we'll be murdering half the population? How ruthless, dear. I like it." He clapped, receiving a deadpan look from his Wildling woman.

"I was referring to the part where you stole a castle to avoid sleeping in the woods," she clarified.

"Ah, you're no fun. Why not do both?" her master tried to encourage, only to be ignored.

"Well then, whose castle will we be stealing?" Bella asked, deciding to help her master out by filling the awkward silence.

"A disgusting pig who's only survived this long with the help of the Crows," Val answered.

A New God's Conquest

Lux was looking forward to taking down a character he knew and disliked from the story. Sure, it was like stepping on ants for him, but even that could be entertaining under the right circumstances.

Honestly, Lux didn't know how the man had lasted so long. It was just one man defending a house full of women—something that might as well have been a free buffet for the savage raiders of these lands.

He could guess the reason, but he had a feeling that he'd be finding out soon enough.

As he gnawed on a piece of spiced jerky, the horse he'd conjured for Mance trotted over to his side. After the man's likely concussion at the hands of his wife, Lux figured he could at least spare him the need to walk like the rest of the Wildlings that had been brought along.

"I don't know what the plan is here, but there's a reason we don't mess with Craster," Mance said ominously. Lux raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "Those who see him as an easy target never leave his domain alive. Some believe he's made a deal with the gods, and others claim dark magic."

Lux shrugged. "What's wrong? Don't like our chances?" he asked.

"I don't like going into the unknown," Mance said before moving back to where he'd been riding next to Val's sister.

Lux just went back to chewing on his tasty treat. If a teenage girl could kill the big bad of this world with a little kitchen knife, he wasn't going to worry.

Luckily, the camp where they'd found Val's sister hadn't been far from Craster's Keep, and the journey quickly passed as he enjoyed the scenery and chatted with his women.

"Craster! Get your fat sack of lard out here," Val yelled at the rickety gates.

A bell had been ringing for a while—some kind of alarm—but so far, no one had come to greet them.

However, after Val's crass taunt, a demented cackle could be heard from inside the keep as the tubby old man his wife had been calling for walked out from the wooded gate.

"It's been a while since someone's come trying to take what's mine. Girl, if you're lucky enough to survive, I might be gracious enough to take you as one of my wives," Craster said, huffing near the end. Lux rolled his eyes; this was such an over-dramatic villainous monologue. He internally chuckled, though, seeing the livid look on his wife's face. Craster wouldn't be having a good time once she got her hands on him.

But it did seem that the man's confidence in the face of being surrounded by a hundred armed warriors and the many Wildlings wasn't entirely misplaced.

Lux noticed the Free Folk start to shiver, their breath coming out in a fog. Those near him were fine, his natural presence staving off the magic permeating the air, but the others were already starting to panic.

As he expected, Craster received more from sacrificing his infant sons than the story had told, Lux thought as he watched a horde of rotted corpses lumbering out of the trees.

The Wildlings started shouting about The Others and wights while praying to their gods, while Val at his side drew her weapon, preparing for battle.

Lux put a hand on her arm. "Dear, I let you have the last fight; it's my turn now," he told her, making the battle-hungry beauty cutely pout.

"Tch, fine, but that fucker hiding behind his walls is mine," she acquiesced, and Lux gave her a quick peck on the cheek before riding forward, meeting the horde with his own, smaller, undead legion.

The wights, of course, stood no chance. He hadn't even given his warriors anything particularly useful to deal with them. Lux could have handed out a few torches, or if he really wanted to make it overkill, he could have blessed their weapons with his holy light. But even without all of that, the shambling horde was basically walking into a meat grinder. There was only so much damage a reanimated corpse could take before it became nothing but a broken sack of flesh wriggling uselessly on the ground.

Before long, it seemed whoever was in command wasn't fond of losing so many minions, as Lux felt his connection with one of his warriors drop, looking over to see an icy blade piercing his armored chest, freezing his loyal undead solid.

Lux grinned; he'd been wanting to test out some of the abilities he'd created with his element of darkness, and using his holy power would put an end to the fun too soon.

Hopping off his mount, Lux drew on the darkness within, abyssal black chains wrapping around his forearms and hands.

Lux let go of the chains in his grasp, and as they reached the ground, they tunneled through the earth without resistance.

The White Walker looked at him with as much hatred as it could muster on its frozen face. It seemed the thing could tell he was the one responsible for all the losses.

The Walker let out a raspy roar, but before it could start its charge, one of Lux's black chains broke out of the ground near its feet, slapping the icy-blue creature across the face and sending it flying into a large winter spruce.

Lux chuckled, seeing what should have been a creature of nightmares dragging itself out of the brush, spitting out the tree needles that had gotten stuck in its mouth.

And before the White Walker could get to its feet, Lux's other chain had already sneakily wrapped around its foot.

Lux found the rattled cries particularly amusing as the icy undead was unceremoniously whipped from one side of the clearing to the other, a satisfying thunk each time the creature struck the ground.

Seeing that the thing's body was looking like it was in pretty bad shape, Lux stopped the flailing, dragging the cracked undead to his feet.

He wondered if that was a hint of fear behind the cold rage in its eyes but shrugged; there was no reason to keep this lesser undead alive. Lux only had some interest in studying the Night King, not this weak subordinate.

A sharp blade formed on the tip of his chain, piercing through the Other's skull. The magic keeping the undead in one piece shattered as it crumbled into icy dust, and the remaining wights fell to the ground immediately after.

"Please, mercy, mercy!" the lord of this little keep cried out as one of Lux's undead dragged him over. The man had seen his protectors losing and had decided to try escaping from the back, leaving his daughter-wives to their own devices.

Val ran over with a mad grin. "Heh, what was that about making me your wife?" she asked rhetorically, drawing the steel dagger from her waist. "And after I became your wife, what exactly were you planning on doing?" she continued pressing, the man's tearful whimpers the only reply.

Val nodded to herself. "Yes, I think I have a pretty good idea of what you were planning," she paused, kneeling down and dragging the flat of her blade across. "Maybe I should remove the bits you were planning on using," she pointed toward Craster's groin.

Lux turned to walk away. Yeah, he didn't need to experience the phantom pains that would come from watching the poor man's torture.

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