Arthur Valhalla (9) Jacaerys Velaryon(1); The return of the black dragon and the musings of dragonstone

AN: okay, here se see Arthur return victorious, and arriving just in time to stop potential disaster when his new residents from beyond the wall and Ibben arrive. Having introduced himself to the Targaryens and hightowers, Arthur decides it's time to start building his keep, training his men, and preparing for any would be retaliation.

Meanwhile, in Dragonstone, prince jacaerys ponders his next move after learning of the Valhalla survivor. Intending to speak with his cousins he and his bethrothed are given a shocking revelation from Rhaena about this mysterious dragonlord.

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Sparta, The north, 129AC

(Villagers pov)

After days of waiting for lord Valhalla to return the island lost the lust it has when our lord is present. Without him here it feels like it used to before he arrived making grand promises in exchange for our undying loyalty.

We gave this to him without thought after he killed lord sten stane and freed us from his families wicked ways. Ways that lead to our current peril in the first place.

Had the stanes not allied with the greystarks centuries ago we would still have the protection of winterfell.

But alas, such was not to be.

However, many of the villagers commented on the lord valhallas eyes. A shade of grey only the decedents of the kings of winter own.

The dragon mount lord Valhalla refers to as 'morgoth' in his words meaning "black enemy" is incredible and awe inspiring. But the people love his wolf, Frost, even more.

It gives them hope that the old gods have not abandoned them. This is even more true when looking at lord Valhalla.

The man almost always wears robes of red and white. His eyes and hair are the same color as well as his direwolves own fur and pupils.

This has given many the idea that he is a son of the old gods themselves. While they all were initially weary of lord Arthur, the suggestions he made as well as the food he provide turned almost all his naysayers into praisers of the highest order.

While lord Valhalla had been gone to help a fellow dragon lord, many of the people decided it was time to show our new lord how much we appreciated the warmth of our children and our bellies since he and his beautiful animal companions arrived.

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The north, bay of seals, 129AC

(Arthur pov)

As I close in on my territory after killing aegon the usurper. If I'm truly honest, it was far easier than I originally expected. Morgoth seemed so much more adept at fighting than the two of them that I hardly had to speak a word. My thoughts alone were enough to inform him of my wishes, which was faster than if I could speak them.

I've noticed that when atop morgoth, we truly become one being. The connection all dragon riders and their mounts are said to have is undoubtedly substantially real. Whether my own experience in such a state of togetherness stems from my warg blood, is yet to be seen. As I have not had the chance to truly ask about another dragon riders feeling when atop their mount.

The entirety of my time at rooks rest was speaking to Rhaenys about why I would never kneel. In truth, she seemed rather receptive of me. Almost too much.

I wonder if dragon dreams had worked their magic once again on the Targaryen line. Informing them of my impending arrival.

Putting those thoughts aside as I see the island that is my home become closer, I give morgoth a command to land on the outskirts on my village outside the area where I plan to put the 'gate of Sparta'.

I also want to do this with the sea. Creating a man made Chanel that funnels any who wish to get into my island through a narrow pass. Kind of like the water version of the bloody gate of the Eyrie.

Filthy andals the arryns may be, but I can't argue with results. Aside from visenya, nobody has ever infiltrated the bloody gate.

It's the perfect kill-zone. A veritable landscape sized fatal funnel.

Pushing these thoughts away as I see the ships of balin in the bay surrounding my village.

This means only one thing, all my new residents have arrived.

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Landing in the snow covered ground I see my biggest fear. Jon thenn holding up slim by his neck.

Racing off morgoth I scream, ""what's the meaning of this?!""

Seeing my arrival, many of my villagers drop to a knee in submission but I have no time for that.

Looking at jon who has an abashed look he speaks an answer to my query, "I'm sorry magnar. This man was disrespectful. My anger got the best of me"" the giant of a man speaks and I breathe a sigh of relief.

I should have known they would argue. Afterall,that's how northmen are. You have to show them you aren't scared of them for them to respect you.

Then you must show respect to them and their ways. Because while many of the core values north of the neck align, most have such different ways of living and interpreting them.

I ask my next question to steer Jon's attention away from my skinny castellan, ""where is leaf and mag?""

Jon points toward the mountains at the opposite side of the village and I know I stay what he means. Getting he and the silent Loki to follow we make our way through the village.

""This place looks as bad as the one we stayed in north of the wall. Why would we stay here magnar?"" Jon asks in that thunder like voice of his.

Sighing at his lack of vision I speak. ""While it may not look like a lot now. With time and effort it will be the greatest place in the world. With mag and leafs help, I will be able to show you soon.""

As I make my way through the village I see those who hadn't come to greet the thenn, hornwood, and ibenesse guest.

Atop their small, wooden hovels I see fabric flying.

I'm shocked to see the image adoring these flags. My personal sigil. The Valhalla family black dragon encircled by a white assassins creed symbol, with red Celtic designs aroind the boarder of the flags.

My shock must've been clear on my face because Loki spoke to me for the first time since arriving, ""magnar, why do you look so flummoxed?""

Shaking off my shock I speak back to him, ""that sigil,"" i say pointing to the flags before continuing, ""is my family sigil. South of the wall, this signifies their acceptance of me.

By bearing my family sigil, they're telling me and anyone who may come to the island that they all support the Valhalla house. I'm shocked because all though I've implemented some things to help, I've spent most of my time gathering support from across the world. So to see their fealty makes me smile.

That's another thing the two of you need to hammer out soon,"" i say looking to jon and Loki. At their confused faces I chuckle and continue.

""You'll need symbols of your own. So your clansmen can fly your flag and show their support of you."" Jon speaks to me after finishing his water.

""But aren't we apart of your clan magnar?"" Ahh now I understand Their confused faces.

I shake my head and reply, ""no, you're still jon thenn, magnar of the thenn clan. I am the magnar of all who inhabit this island. You yourself will still lead your people. But i Will lead you.

As for staying with me? You're more than welcome to, however I'd rather the two of you have a castle of your own. There are three islands that make up my territory. I'd planned to give each of you one of them to build your Clan upon.""

I see they're still confused. Sighing I simply resolve to tell them after we get into the mountain bowl.

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The group of my people finally gets around 2 more bends to the mountain when we feel an earthquake.

Sprinting toward the mountain I see a perfectly shaped arch that has light on the other side. It's big enough by my estimation to fit a mammoth through, perfect for what I want to use them for.

Arriving in front of leaf, I don't even need to speak words before she responds to my thoughts, ""we thought it better to get this done as soon as possible. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can start building.""

Walking through the gate of Sparta many of my villagers are shocked at what's on the other side.

A beautiful land. Full of green grass and rivers and lakes. It's truly breathtaking here. The island itself was about the size of Ireland from my old world, making it perfect for me.

With the other two islands soon to be under my dominion as well, things were finally staying to look up for the residents of Sparta.

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Dragonstone, the narrow sea, 129 AC

(Jacaerys pov)

After hearing my mothers words before she left to inform the court of the usurpers demise, my thoughts steeled themselves as I looked to my grandmother.

(I plan to betroth him to Rhaena should he prove worthy)

That's all my mother had said. Although I understand her thinking like a queen, sometimes it upsets me just how unfeeling she can seem at times.

Though when I'm reminded of the embrace I received after racing home upon the news of my brothers death, none could say my mother doesn't feel. For she and I cried for hours over our shared inability to protect Luke.

Turning to my grandmother I speak, (tell me everything there is you know about Arthur Valhalla).

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After my talk with grandmother I made my way toward Rhaenas room. Sure she and baela were chatting about the recent developments in the kingdoms.

Seeing the four older driftmark men outside her door confirmed my suspicions of their whereabouts.

After nodding at the Guards and informing ser cargyll to stay outside I make my way into the room after receiving permission to come in.

In the room are my cousins. One my betrothed and the other my favorite advice giver. Rhaena has a piece of parchment on her hands that baela is trying to get from her.

After finally managing to get it my betrothed and I get our first look at the picture.

An image almost exactly like the one described by my grandmother of the Valhallas eyes. A beautiful silver grey with red rippling throughout.

Baela speaks before I can, (what the hell is this rhae?).

My cousins face turns as red as the eyes in the picture. She finally speaks, (I've been having dreams of Arthur Valhalla for some time now,)

As her words resonate with me my eyes widen. Dragon dreams are a staple of my family and while most may have written it off as rubbish, including me before going north and befriending Cregan stark, I knew them to be most real.

As Rhaena described her own dreams of the Valhalla, I find that westeros is changing far too quickly for my liking.

AN: there it is. Lmk how you feel.

The next chapter will include some time skip and kingdom of Sparta progression. Hope you enjoy. Love and appreciate all the support you've shown thus far! ❤️💪🏼