Ch35. The begining of a legend.

In the following days, Dany quickly started to grow attached to the hip of Irene as she started to learn Dragon Slayer magic from her, and focused on fire.

While Irene could not teach her the spells herself, she had the mental library at her disposal and knew how Dragon Slayer magic worked. By the end of the third day, the girl's immunity to fire helped her to be able to coat her entire body in fire.

Bellatrix saw it and her eyes gleamed as a plan formed in her mind. One evening, she approached Dany and the next day, the young Targaryen was looking at her in awe, much to Irene's and Thomas's dismay. They feared what Bella's influence could mean for Dany...

But when they saw Bella teaching her the fiendfyre... Eh, they better didn't interfere.

Irene also made sure to spread rumors via Belserion Trade. Rumors of Daenerys Targaryen being married to Khal Drogo, to be exact. While she was sure the little birds of The Spider will report Dany's disappearance, if enough information indicated otherwise, the guy will not know what to think about it and will have to report the marriage.

But that did not matter now. Now, the four people went to Winterfell. The king was arriving.

...

Irene and Dany sat on one of Winterfell's towers, watching the procession with bored gazes. Since she saw the Iron Islands, magic, dragons, new ships... well, anything really, Dany was no longer as ignorant and didn't feel awed by the sight.

Irene was completely bored.

Thomas was looking at it with interest as if he was watching a show while occasionally throwing worried glances at Bellatrix who was busying herself with a bunch of her transfigured ravens, giggling like a mischievous schoolgirl.

The procession stopped and the group watched as Joffrey was acting 'regally'. As Sansa was giving him a doe-eyed gaze. As king... barely unmounted his horse.

Well, Dany was kinda angry but if this guy bested her ancestor then... she suddenly felt her rage deflate to non-existence. This was just pathetic and boasting about besting such a guy would be actually shameful rather than an achievement.

She now saw Robert Baratheon and understood her brother sold her to beat this guy. She felt... wronged. Her resolve flared up even more as she threw Thomas a side-glance.

Robert approached Ned and they did their spiel with staring at each other and complimenting each other's new fatness.

Thomas felt kinda bad for Cersei. She might be a bitch but seeing her husband manners... well.

Just then, as the two guys hugged each other, Cersei watched them in disgust by her two youngest kids, the audience mutely watched, and Joffrey was giving knowing glances at 'ahing' Sansa, Bellatrix cackled and the group instantly knew something was up.

Before they could look at Bella, the top of Joffrey's head suddenly dyed white as raven's dropping fell right in the middle of it.

The entire courtyard stilled in stunned amazement. The straightened crown prince slowly reached his hand to the top of his head and took a bit of the new substance on his finger as he dragged his hand in front of his eyes to inspect it.

He blankly stared at the white shit on his hand as the audience was waiting with bated breath at his reaction.

Robert was looking at his son in displeasure. The little shit was just shat on!

Ned didn't know what to do and just awkwardly stared.

Arya quietly snickered.

Sansa looked in wide-eyed horror at the humiliation the majestic prince was just suffering!

"What the fucking hell!" Joffrey burst out as he realized the shit was up.

He looked upward, looking for the blasted bird who shat on him...

Thomas looked at the scene, as he snickered alongside girls. He ruffled Bella's hair, knowing this is far from over. When Bella gets childish, it is better to run for whoever has her ire.

...Joffrey's face suddenly impacted a few blobs of white the second his head leaned backward.

The people in the courtyard could barely hold their laughter in.

Robert though started snickering slowly.

"Was it really necessary?" Thomas asked Bellatrix who cradled one of her artificial ravens in-between his laughter.

"Nah, but the legend of the Prince is just starting. Wait for it!" Bella was fidgeting from excitement, her face shining in mischief.

As seconds passed Robert's snickers intensified and morphed to full-blown booming laughter when an entire flock of mockingly cawing ravens started shitting on Joffrey, and Joffrey alone.

Oddly enough, there was not even one raven dropping in the three meters radius from Joffrey. Everything landed on, or near him.

The poor lad was as pale as the bird shits on him, looking livid but embarrassed.

"Well, now he is really a little shit." Robert grunted with a mirthful look in his eyes as Cersei watched in horror as her oldest son was humiliated by a bunch of ravens.

The Starks held their lips shut to not laugh straight to the royal family's face but it was quite a demanding task, alright!

Joffrey started screaming to the heavens from rage when suddenly loud farting noise reverberated through the courtyard. The crown prince stilled with wide-eyes only for a second later, litres of liquid shit to stream out from his pants, dying the horse and the ground brown.

The entire audience gaped at the sight.

On the tower, all three people redirected their deadpan gazes at Bellatrix. She only shrugged happily.

"There is a spell to make people vomit slugs. Why not spell that would make them shit themselves silly?"

The group nodded, chuckling as they continued observing the Prince who was covered in his own shit.

Dany could only shudder at the thought of facing Bellatrix in a fight and her mind to learn from the ingenious witch rose!

Joffrey helplessly stared at the situation. He shat himself. In the middle of the courtyard filled with his subjects! Looking through the faces of the audience, he started wailing like a kid.

The people were barely restraining their laughter.

Some looked horrified. Some disgusted. Some amused.

Sansa was disgusted and teary. Her dreams of white horses and galant prices were just replaced with the sight of... this. Shitstained Prince who was shat upon by birds.

Robert was not laughing anymore. The boy was completely humiliating the royal family. Being shat upon by a flock of birds? Now that was amusing. It could not have been prevented. But shitting himself in the middle of the crowd? He wanted to strangle the little shit.

"Stop crying, you little shitstain!" Robert bellowed, pun unintended. "What are you doing!?" He turned towards the kings-guard. "Go and take him inside to get a bath and change of clothes!"

"Ned... let's go to the crypts."

Robert only hoped Ned would accept his proposal but... he was unsure if he should ask for his daughter's hand anymore. Maybe Tomen...

Thomas and co were chuckling.

"Well, that was nice and refreshing." He kissed Bella's cheek who beamed at the praise.

"Yes..." Irene nodded. "Let's go home now, we have a meeting tomorrow. We can 'play' more after that is over."

And with that, the group disappeared.

Nobody knew yet of the real vindictiveness and childishness of Bellatrix as the rumors of these happenings spread through Winterfell the next day, and through the entirety of the Seven Kingdoms via merchants in the following months.

It was the start of the legend of the 'Prince-who-shat'.