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After exiting King Durin's great hall while leaving Glorfindel and the elf entourage behind to ... sort out any matters, they must discuss with the dwarves, Jon and the others were excitedly led towards the forges of Khazad-Dûm by a trio of dwarves named Dein, Urg, and Thior, it was a very long journey, exceptionally long for a moment they felt that they would reach the bottom of the earth. But at the time, Jon had other concerns besides his excitement at seeing the dwarven forges.

His head throbbed because of the hangover, and a look at Loras made Jon understand that his friend was also going through the same thing, but he also had other worries ... Jon had made a fool of himself at the feast; he had kissed the Princesses Daenerys and Rhaenys ... He had dishonoured Arianne, although she didn't seem to care, Jon wasn't like that ... He had to apologize to them and pray that Rhaenys wasn't in a foul mood.

"Ari ... I ..." Jon started to say, approaching his Princess of Dorne.

"Yes, Jon? Is something wrong?" Arianne asked, confused when she saw the nervous expression of her white wolf.

"I'm so sorry for the way I acted last night; I shouldn't have accepted the mead from those dwarves," But Arianne silenced him with a kiss and then placed a finger on his lips.

"Jon, I grew up in Dorne; alcohol and sex abounded like air there; you just gave us a kiss, don't worry" Hearing Arianne's reassuring tone, Jon calmed down, but suddenly she whispered to hatred.

"But I cannot promise you that Rhaenys will be as forgiving; you better be careful unless you want to end up with the other eye the same," Arianne said in a dangerously soft voice, and Jon started to get nervous.

Swallowing, Jon approached the Targaryen Princesses and, with a slight cough, caught their attention.

"Jon .." Daenerys said, happy and blushing, but Rhaenys gave him a look of disgust.

"What do you want?" Rhaegar's daughter asked in annoyance.

Jon gulped; it seemed Rhaenys was somewhat cross.

"I want to confess I know that what I did was shameful and that I insulted you as if you were mere tavern wenches. I was not myself," Jon said, truly ashamed, and for a moment, neither princess said anything until Daenerys spoke.

"It's okay, Jon...I know it was because of the mead ... Lord Glorfindel told us it was potent. Also, thanks to you, our hosts had a lot of fun and are much kinder," Daenerys said with a radiant smile, fighting to contain her happiness; she just remembers that kiss, Jon was dancing and singing happily until he approached her and suddenly kissed her, the sensation of his lips against hers it made her tremble with emotion, for a moment everything spun, it was magical. However, Daenerys would have preferred that her love had been conscious at that moment.

But Rhaenys thought; otherwise, that bastard humiliated her in public since he dared to kiss her drunk! ... If it weren't for Rhaella chastising her for acting so rude, she would have blackened his other eye. Still, deep inside, Rhaenys couldn't stop thinking about that kiss, her first kiss ... Stolen by the bastard Ned Stark, Connington would be enraged if he found out; he always made it very clear how cruel the Westerosi were concerned women and that because of this, unlike Aegon, Rhaenys was never allowed to take a lover. She had accepted regaining the Iron Throne was a far nobler calling than acting a whore. Yet when Jon Snow kissed her, she felt something like a jolt throughout her body, and she was only supposed to feel disgusted and rage for that kiss, but it was not like that she felt something, and it infuriated her; she didn't want to end up like her cousin and aunt chasing that bastard she's a Targaryen Princess, for Valar's sake! So she couldn't believe that she had felt something when Jon Snow kissed her.

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FLASHBACK

After everyone heard Glorfindel's cry of alarm, they turned their gaze to Jon and Loras, who started laughing uncontrollably.

The sight of Jon Snow laughing like that puzzled Rhaenys and Daenerys as they had never seen Jon laugh like that.

"What's wrong with them?" Rhaenys asked, puzzled.

"They tasted the mead of the dwarves," Said an exasperated Glorfindel massaging his temples.

Everyone widened their eyes upon hearing that pair of idiots drank mead despite Glorfindel's prior warnings. At that moment, Jon and Loras started dancing like fools in front of the dwarves and elves, who began to laugh uproariously, and even Rhaenys couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, my white wolf," Arianne said, struggling to contain her laughter.

"Hahahaha, it seems they couldn't resist our best drink," King Durin said, finishing another mug of beer.

"It seems so," Glorfindel said, resisting the urge to laugh.

At that moment, Jon stole a harp from one of the dwarves, and when he was upset, he tried to retrieve it; King Durin stopped him with a gesture, and the dwarf looked at Jon wanting to kill him but did not move.

At that moment, Jon began to sing in the middle of the whole room, and despite being drunk, he sang so well that all the dwarves stopped everything they did to appreciate the song.

Down in the deep

Where the dragon used to sleep

Glorious gold

Glimmers in our home of old

Dark as the night

Where the day has lost its light

When the hammer falls

When the hammer falls

And it sounds through the halls.

When the hammer falls

Freeing treasures from the walls

When the hammer strikes

And the kingdom comes to life.

When the hammer pounds

Like the thunder underground

When the hammer falls

When the hammer falls

Of legend and myth

Is the craft of the smith

The molten metal poured.

And pounded into sword.

From the fire is made.

Every dwarven axe and blade

When the hammer falls

When the hammer falls

Forging weapons for all

When the hammer falls

Songs of battle fill the halls.

When the hammer flies

Lines of armoured dwarves arise.

With the hammer's roar

We go marching off to war.

When the hammer falls

When the hammer falls

The orcs came to our land.

And we fought them hand to hand.

Sweat and blood

Turned the ground to mud

Dwarf and orc in strife

Sought to vanquish every life

When the hammer falls

When the hammer falls

Back our enemy crawls.

When the hammer quakes

Orc-ish cowards' bones will break.

When the hammer cracks

And it beats their armies back.

When the hammer's boom

Sends the monsters to their doom

When the hammer falls

When the hammer falls

When the hammer falls

Then our victory calls.

When the hammer falls

Songs of glory fill the halls.

When the hammer flies

Mighty heroes now arise.

With the hammer's sound

Live the dwarves down underground.

When the hammer falls

When the hammer falls

"By Durin's beard, I did not know that such a virtuous musician had been brought to my domain," King Durin said, impressed by Jon's voice,

"I didn't know that Jon was such a prodigious singer ..." Glorfindel exclaimed, enthralled by Jon's song.

"He used to sing for King Renly on occasion, Jon loves to sing, but he has always been timid... Usually, we have to pressure him to sing," Said Robar, happy to hear his friend sing again as he has. It's been a long time since I've listened to him sing in such a pleasant way.

"It's good to hear his sweet voice ... I never get tired of hearing it," Daenerys said sweetly.

"Neither do I ... It's a shame that he doesn't sing more often," Arianne said with some sadness when she saw how cheerful Jon was when he didn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders; the Princess of Dorne thought that Jon was a fool for not enjoying the things he had and being serious all the time.

Jon sang incessantly across the room for the next two hours, and what started as just a banquet turned into a victory celebration. Finally, and to the disappointment of the dwarves and elves, he stopped, but everyone in the room burst out laughing when they discovered that it was because he had lost his voice.

"Well, I think that's it," Arianne said, getting up and approaching her lover.

"Ari..ehp!" Jon said, drunk.

"Come on, Jon, I'll help you to your chambers," But she couldn't say anything because Jon had taken her by the hand and gave her a passionate kiss in front of the whole room while the dwarves laughed. Rhaenys also laughed because her cousin Arianne was always seductive and daring now blushed like a bride on her marriage day from having been kissed in front of everyone.

But Jon Snow did not stop there; they barely moved away to take a breath. Then the bastard approached Rhaenys, and her aunt was, and in front of everyone now, he was kissing Daenerys, who was completely surprised and blushing while her mouth was assaulted by Jon, but Rhaenys he jumped up in indignation.

"Stop, you crazy fool!" But she couldn't say anything else because the bastard grabbed her head and kissed her hard.

For a few moments, Rhaenys did not know what to do; that was her first kiss, the impression of being genuinely kissed for the first time left her stunned before the fact that Ned Stark's son inserted his tongue in her mouth and assaulted her, she tasted like strawberries and beer but while she must have felt disgusted by being kissed by a drunken bastard. Still, her body betrayed her ... She started to feel hotter and hotter and before she knew it her tongue began to fight Jon's for control of the kiss ... it seemed as if they were lovers until Rhaenys suddenly separated from Jon, who was staggering slightly from the loss of support and then Rhaenys decided to do something she had yearned to do since they had begun their merry adventure.

She approached Jon and hit him in the face with all his strength, knocking him to the ground and knocking him unconscious, although, to his annoyance, his aunt Daenerys got on her knees trying to wake Jon up.

"I have yearned to do that since I met that fool," Rhaenys thought with satisfaction.

"Cousin, I think you overreacted," Arianne said reproachfully.

"Well ... I think the lad is out like a light ... He knows how to throw a good party ... Another beer!" Said a cheerful King Durin as he saw how his entire feast ended.

END OF FLASHBACK

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From her conversation with her grandmother Rhaella, Rhaenys has begun to accept her new reality. However, she still has not forgiven Jon Snow for having separated her from her brother Aegon, the only family she had ever known, although she had to admit that this was more than nothing absurd because now she is reunited with her grandmother Rhaella, her aunt Daenerys and her cousin Arianne and she is learning beneficial things, which has allowed her to leave her resentment and mistrust aside ... Until the fool got drunk last night.

"If you ever kiss me again... I'll tear your lips off and feed them to you ... Do you understand?" Rhaenys said in an aggressive tone.

"I understand, Princess. It seems fair to me."

"Good, then this time I'll let your insolence pass ... Let's not talk about this matter anymore," Rhaenys said, looking away from Jon, and he nodded. At that moment, Robar approached Jon wanting to satisfy his curiosity about what happened when Jon was waking up.

"By the way, I want to talk about what happened this morning," said Robar, whose words caught everyone's attention.

"What happened?" Loras asked curiously as he rubbed his forehead with a hangover.

"Jon woke up screaming… Fire and shadows! repeatedly ... Did you have a nightmare? " The gentleman of Vale asked worriedly for his friend.

Jon was confused by Robar's words since he did not remember anything of what he dreamed the night before, but something inside was uneasy about the words "Fire and shadows" as if they were something vital that he should remember ... But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it. Seeing his expression, the three girls worried about Jon (including Rhaenys).

"Jon, are you okay?" Arianne asked, concerned.

"I ... I don't know, I really don't remember anything about that dream ... Or that nightmare."

"Maybe it's just that, a nightmare," Daenerys said nervously, to which Jon smiled sadly.

"A nightmare that I can't remember," Jon said, smiling and continuing his way while the others gave each other worried glances, but no one protested.

In the end, they continued walking until they reached a great golden door inlaid with an assortment of rubies and sapphires above the entrance in the aged runes of Khuzdul read, "Behold all ye who enter here shall see the fruits of the mountain lords from who all greatness is forged."

"We have arrived," said Thior, one of the dwarves who led them as the guards opened the vast and glorious gates.

"At last, we will see the legendary skills of the Mountain Fathers," Jon thought excitedly.

And their emotion was not unjustified ... The forges of the dwarves were something they had never seen ... The first thing they felt was scorching heat, and they did not take long to discover why:

Giant forges and containers containing an assortment of metals, both liquid and solid, were arrayed about the room; it was indeed a sight to behold with dozens of dwarves incessantly pounding metals on stone anvils, many mining machines that were in constant use filling the hall with continual noise, Jon stared at the way the metal reacted to the Being worked by the children of Aulë was beautiful, with each blow the metal released fiery sparks. Still, these looked like stars falling from the ground instead of clusters of fire; in other sections, various groups of dwarfs were hitting a red-hot piece of metal at the same time, and it was rapidly beginning to take shape.

At that moment, one of the immense containers was overturned, and its contents were emptied into a previously built funnel, and when looking better at Westerosi, they realized that the molten metal was pure gold.

"Those containers contain molten gold that we use to build statues and especially large works," said Urg excitedly.

When Jon was going to ask what kind of jobs, dozens and dozens of wagons began to come out of the walls, and Westerosi's eyes widened when they saw that they were filled with different precious gems, diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, amethysts, and onyx, the dwarves quickly took the wagons with gems. They began to organize them, and when they gave them the go-ahead, they would take them to the anvils and start the purification process to build something with them.

The skill, the diligence, the organization, and the tireless work it was extraordinary; no matter where the Westeros travellers looked, there was always a dwarf toiling on something, forging something with some metal or inlaying precious jewels. Then, at that moment, a great door began to open, and they were greeted by an incredible golden statue fashioned to resemble Durin the Deathless in all his splendour.

"Larger works? by the Valar King Gil-Galad's retinue was right; this is where the true beauty of Khazad-Dûm lies in the creation of objects of immeasurable value from gold and jewels." Jon thought, nearly weeping at the beauty of this great hall.

At that moment, Jon felt Loras and Robar's hands on his shoulders.

"Jon, my brother, let it never be said that you lead us to dull places," Loras said, his eyes never leaving the statue.

"I second that, Jon", Robar said, watching the dwarves on their anvils while the Princesses held back their laughter and gazed spellbound at the wagons full of precious gems.

"Everything is forged according to the traditions of our people; all our works are shaped using our arts and enchantments to prevent their deterioration," Said the dwarf Dein, proud of his culture.

"What does that mean?" Arianne asked, intrigued.

"That everything we forge remains immaculate and perfect, it does not need to be sharpened and will not become dirty or rusted; it stays sharp and beautiful forever," The dwarf Dein replied proudly.

At that moment, everyone saw in the distance another gigantic door precisely like the doors of the forges, but unlike these, those doors seemed to be made of pure Silver.

"What is that place?" Jon asked his guides, directing his gaze to those shiny doors. Seeing where Jon's gaze was directed, the dwarves swelled with pride.

"That is where we forge our best works; we call it the" Forges of the moon, "Urg said proudly.

"Do you work with silver?" Loras asked, causing the dwarves to laugh.

"Silver? Of course not, silver is also worked here ... No, what we work in that forge is ... Mithril," The dwarf Thior said casually without paying any attention.

"Mithril?" Asked the Westerosi simultaneously, and when they heard them, the dwarves were astonished.

"Don't you know what the Mithril is?" Thior asked incredulously.

"I'm afraid not master dwarf," replied Robar.

"Mithril is the true treasure of these mines; didn't you know that when you came here?" Dwarf Dein said, raising his eyebrows suspiciously.

"No" was the group response from the Westerosi youth as the dwarves shook their heads in exasperation.

"Mithril is a pearly silver-coloured precious metal, thousands of times stronger than steel but much lighter," Urg said.

"Mithril! All folk desire it. It could be beaten like copper and polished like glass, and the Dwarves could make of it a metal, light and yet harder than tempered steel. Its beauty was like to that of common silver, but the beauty of Mithril did not tarnish or grow dim." "Thior said.

"Mithril, in its refined form, is quite soft and malleable. Therefore, it can be used in various alloys to produce extremely light, hard, and strong armour. It is also used as the basis for the creation of the Ithildin, like the one at the west gate, "Dein said.

All the travellers of Westeros were surprised to discover the existence of the Mithril and could not help but compare it with Valyrian steel, but if what the Mithril dwarves said was honest, Valyrian steel was merely a pretty bauble, especially knowing that Mithril is the base of the Ithildin.

"This land where King Manwë sent us is beautiful and magical like something out of a fairy tale," Jon thought excitedly.

"Is Mithril rare in this region?" Rhaenys asked curiously as the dwarves laughed.

"These mines are the only known place in all of Middle-earth where this wonderful metal can be found; we dwarves are the only ones with access to it," Urg said.

At that moment, everyone remembered Lord Cirdan's words about the wealth of Khazan-Dûm that was found neither in gold nor gems but in something much more valuable.

"Is that what King Gil-Galad's envoys came to negotiate with you?" Arianne asked curiously.

The dwarves nodded in satisfaction.

"If there's one thing those pointy-eared princes value more than anything, it's our Mithril," Thior said with a satisfied laugh.

"And the Mithril can be used to forge all kinds of weapons?" Loras asked, fascinated by the beautiful metal.

"Oh yes, and not just weapons, a true dwarf master blacksmith can use it to create chain mail, so smooth that they seem made of fine silk, but common steel breaks when it tries to pierce it, also ... Do you know the history of Eärendil? " Urg asked.

"In-depth," said Robar chuckling as they heard it from two of the main actors in it, Lord Ulmo, who rescued Eärendil's wife, Elwing and Lord Cirdan, who instructed him in the "Arts of the Teleri."

"Well, not many know it because the elves take credit for everything, but the dwarves helped build the ship of Eärendil mighty Vingilot," Dein said smugly when he saw the astonishment on the Westerosi's face.

"It is true?" Daenerys asked excitedly as the dwarves nodded.

"Yes, your ship was built with an alloy made of elven crystals and Mithril, Mithril that came out of these mines by order of Durin I, we extracted it from the earth, we purified and refined it, and we joined in with the elven crystals, then with the Cirdan's instructions our ancestors gave it the form of tables ... Cirdan and Eärendil did the rest ... And the elves forgot us in their songs "Urg muttered annoyed.

"That was wrong," Jon said.

"Yes ... But we retaliated by charging them interest when selling our Mithril... Hahaha," Thion replied, laughing with his companions.

"So, they mine the Mithril and sell it to the elves of Lindon?" Jon asked curiously.

"No, the Mithril is difficult to use in its natural state; it must first be purified correctly; otherwise there is a risk of losing part of its resistance when taking it to the forges; how do we purify the Mithril? that is the greatest of Durin's People's secrets," Thior said proudly.

"I would like to go to that forge to see the Mithril," Jon said, but the dwarves shook their heads.

"I'm afraid that will not happen; you may be a guest of our king. But in those forges is the greatest secret of our people unless he guides you personally, we cannot allow you entry," Urg said with a tone of voice that does not accept excuses. And knowing from Glorfindel how proud dwarves can be, disappointed Westerosi decided not to insist.

Seeing their expressions, the dwarves, in a rare moment of compassion, began to speak among themselves in Khuzdul and agreed to take them to a special place in the mines.

"Come with us," Dein said.

"Where?" Rhaenys asked.

"To the best hall in these mines, it is a place like no other you have seen," Urg said with a smile.

Upon hearing those words, the Westeros travellers renewed their curiosity and began to follow the trio of dwarves through long corridors adorned with statues of dwarves with axes and walked until they reached a different door forged of gold with Mithril and seeing their eyes inside. Westerosi looked like they were going to explode:

It was a truly massive hall of blackened stone, lit by hundreds of torches illuminating the walls filled with tapestries of armies of dwarves in battle and working on their forges. But that was not all, the most impressive thing is that the room was full of mountains of precious gems, gold, and silver coins but also beautiful jewellery, necklaces, gold chokers with emeralds, others with rubies, there were delicate and brilliant tiaras with sapphire encrusted, bracelets and earrings with amethysts so bright that Jon for an instant mistook them for Lady Ashara's eyes and blushed at the thought of it.

"Jon ... Look," Loras's voice shook Jon out of his thoughts, and for a moment Jon thought there was nothing of greater worth in these halls but it seems he was wrong.

In a secluded place in the hall where hundreds of swords, spears, axes, and hammers, all exquisitely adorned with jewels, their blades gleaming in the glow of the torches, reflecting the light in hundreds of colours.

"We call it the golden gallery; here we keep our best works," Dein said proudly.

"What are they doing with all this? Do they sell it?" Princess Arianne asked, unable to take her eyes off the jewellery, but her question caused the dwarves to roar with laughter.

"Do be absurd, My Lady, everything in this room is valuable to us because it is the fruit of our effort when we want to negotiate with the elves or men we give them jewels or works that weren't deemed great enough though I must say that they always leave happy", said Thior.

That was when Westerosi finally understood that the children of Aulë love to work with jewellery and metals underground, but they do not do it because they hope to obtain some profit from it but because it is in their nature to find precious gems and metals. To work and purify, giving them beautiful shapes and forms, but they do not expect to become rich in the sense that men do when they acquire gold or jewellery.

"They are a stubborn and proud race; their table manners leave much to be desired, but they respect beauty ironically like that of elves; while elves respect the arts and the beauty of nature, the dwarves value the minerals under the earth because they are the tools to express their art their sense of beauty," Jon thought.

"But we are not finished yet. Come over here," Dein said, and he and the other dwarves took Jon and the others to a different sector of the room since while in the other everything shone in gold, in this everything shone with a beautiful glow pearl silver, armour, spears, shields, necklaces, tiaras, rings all shining like the stars of the sky.

"It's Mithril," Thior said as if reading her thoughts.

"By the Valar," Jon said, barely being able to appreciate so much beauty ... And the others were not better; Arianne, Daenerys, and Rhaenys seemed to want to run towards the jewellery, well at least the first two since Princess Rhaenys seemed anxious to claim a Mithril Axe encrusted with onyx and an oaken haft inlaid with silver.

Loras and Robar went to test the weapons, and with the permission of the dwarves and each wielded a sword of Mithril.

"It is very light and exquisitely balanced," said the flower knight admiring the sword.

"Yes, and extremely sharp," said Robar running a finger over the blade of his sword.

That's when Jon saw it ... a small coat of mail, wrought for some young elf-prince long ago. It was of silver steel, which the elves call Mithril, and with it went a belt of pearls and crystals, instinctively he approached it and touched it softly, marvelling at how strong it was; Dwarves did not lie; it felt like silk.

"You have a good eye, boy; what you have in your have is worth more than those swords, and in fact, its value is greater than that of Harlond," Urg said, chuckling at the manlings bewildered expression.

"I've never seen anything like it's beautiful," Jon said, unable to look away.

"It was made by King Durin IV when he was still a princeling; it is one of his best works," Dein said, admiring the quality of his king's work.

"What is the value of Mithril compared to gold?" Robar said curiously.

"Poorly worked Mithril is worth approximately is worth ten times more than gold, but it is worth much more when a true master forges it," Dein said.

"I cannot believe that," Arianne said without taking her eyes off the beauty of the Mithril.

"I would like a Mithril Axe," Rhaenys said in dismay.

"And I would like to bring my mother one of those necklaces," Daenerys said with a melancholic expression.

"Well, boy? Did seeing all this meet your expectations?" Urg asked Jon.

"It far exceeded them ... I've never seen anything like it," Jon muttered without looking away from the Mithril chainmail to the satisfaction of the dwarves.

"Much better than what those pointy-eared elf princes do, huh?" Thior said, laughing.

"But you know what? This all reminds me of Valyrian Steel," said Jon.

"Valyrian steel?" Dein asked, intrigued with a hand on his beard.

"It is the most valuable metal we have in Westeros and Essos, what you people of Middle-earth call" The Outer Earths. "

The dwarves now looked very interested and made signs that they will continue.

"Valyrian steel was invented thousands of years ago in the Valyrian region on the continent of Essos and used to make weapons and other items of incomparable quality ... At least for the men who lived there ... Much of the knowledge of Valyria has been lost in the last centuries, but it is said that magic and spells play a role in its forging, which makes steel unique and gives it magical characteristics, "Said Princess Rhaenys recalling her lessons.

"Special?" Dein asked, intrigued.

"Magical characteristics?" Thior asked, now equally intrigued.

"It never rusts or loses its edge; it is extremely light and very strong," said Jon.

"Similar to our arts then, huh?" Urg said suspiciously.

"We do not know dwarf master, the Freehold was destroyed four hundred years ago, and the secret to creating this metal was lost; currently, there are two hundred and twenty-seven Valyrian steel swords in Westeros, each owned by a noble house. However, some blacksmiths on the continent of Essos and Westeros know how to work with Valyrian steel already forged," said Robar, sharing his knowledge with the dwarves.

"This is unusual. Do you know a great deal about this steel?" Dein asked.

"Only that it was forged with the help of the Dragons," Rhaenys said, and instantly the dwarves looked at her as if she had grown a second head.

"Dragons?" Urg exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes ..." Rhaenys asked, confused while Jon put a hand to his face at the Princess's carelessness.

When they thoroughly studied the events of the First Age, everyone was surprised to discover the origin of the Dragons; they were raised by Morgoth to serve as powerful war beasts since seeing the strength of the Noldor in During the battle, Morgoth realized that his infantry forces alone were not enough to defeat his enemies. The first dragon seen in Middle-earth was Glaurung, the father of all Dragons, whom Morgoth used to significant effect during the fourth and fifth battles of Beleriand. Although, like most of the creatures created or corrupted by Morgoth, they were able to reproduce independently saw them multiply over the centuries, they became staunch enemies of the elves and the eternal enemy of the mountain fathers, unlike the Dragons used by Aegon Targaryen and his sisters, the Dragons of Middle-Eath are capable of speech, but they are greedy, immensely cunning, seductive, and malicious. Their words, according to the elves, have a hypnotic power called "dragon spell."

They have a great love for all metals, especially gold, which is why they are the eternal enemies of the dwarves as they frequently raided the mines and citadels of the children of Aulë.

To calm their spirits, the Westerosi told the dwarves about the Freehold of Valyria and the strange link that its inhabitants had with the Dragons using them as companions in arms and mounts; apparently, they overpowered them with mysterious sorcery and used them to form an empire.

"I never believed it was possible to tame a Dragon," Thior said, impressed.

"Valyria was made up of forty Noble Houses, and twenty of them received the title of" Lord of the Dragons "for their superior power and that with blood magic and other spells they could put the Dragons under their control."

"Is there anything else we should know about those Dragon Lords?" Urg asked.

"They are afraid that these dragons lords may come for them and their treasures," Jon thought.

"If you wished to know if there are any dragons left, the answer is no, Valyria was destroyed four hundred years ago along with its inhabitants and its Dragons, the only families that escaped the" Bane of Valyria "were House Targaryen and House Velaryon of which House Targaryen still had Dragons, but they became extinct almost one hundred fifty years ago at least in Westeros and Essos, "said Jon who did not miss the expression of satisfaction on the face of the dwarves.

The dwarves began to speak in Khuzdul and glanced at Daenerys, who hid behind Jon, and Rhaenys, who had a proud and defiant demeanour; at last, the dwarves nodded and bowed to Jon and the others.

"We thank you for sharing your knowledge with us, but this news must be heard by King Durin if you don't mind joining us as we believe you will tell the story better."

Jon stared at Rhaenys, who had the decency to blush at her carelessness, and nodded, after which they all took one last look at the work done with Mithril and followed the dwarves back to the throne room.

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During the following hours, the Westerosi told the impressed King Durin and his court the history they knew of Valyria and its relationship with the Dragons as well as what Valyrian Steel was, thus awakening the curiosity of all the dwarves and elves present, and then tell him about the history of House Targaryen and their conquest of Westeros thanks to the Dragons.

"Mmm. An Intriguing story they have brought us," The old king said, stroking his beard, staring at them.

"In fact, I've already heard it, but I still find it intriguing," Glorfindel said.

"The Dragons became extinct over a century ago in the Outer Lands," Jon said.

"It may be ... But here they still exist, unfortunately," The king said without paying attention to the surprised stares from the Westerosi.

"After the War of Wrath ... It appears that the Dragons fled to the Northern Wastes of Middle-earth, far from the lands of dwarves, men, and elves. Throughout the centuries, the race of dragons has continued to reproduce and repopulate, particularly in the Withered Heathe, a horrid and desolate area, situated between the two of arms the Eastern Gray Mountains," Said Lord Saltagar, awakening the excitement among the travellers of Westeros especially among the Targaryen Princesses upon the discovery of living Dragons. Detecting that look of longing, Glorfindel approached his students.

"I will not allow it, you will not go there, you will not go to the Withered Heathe," He said in a sharp tone.

"But ..." Daenerys started to say, but Glorfindel silenced her with a look.

"No, I forbid it, the Dragons of Middle Earth are not like those of that land Valyria; these Dragons are cunning, cruel, and evil; you shall not risk your lives trying to recreate the glory of your ancestors," The ancient elf said severely.

"I fear that Glorfindel is right young emissaries of the Valar; facing a Dragon of Bauglir is a great feat alone but tame it? Even if these Princesses are descended from those foolish Dragon Lords," the risk is too great those vile monstrous thieves bow to no man," King Durin said with wisdom in his voice.

"I understand," Daenerys said with disappointment because she had always dreamed of seeing and riding a Dragon after hearing many stories about them from her brother Viserys.

"But I also want to talk about that… special steel they named… Valyrian steel? I must admit that I am intrigued; I did not know that there were men other than the Numenoreans who could achieve such feats with metals," the king said with curiosity.

"There is not much to say, only the characteristics that we know since the secret of its creation was lost with the destruction of Valyria," said Robar.

"It's a shame; we could have learned something from him, also Lord Snow, did you enjoy our forges?" Said the king with a smile.

Instantly Jon's expression brightened as he remembered the splendour of the Khazad-Dum forges and treasure galleries.

"I did it, your majesty ... it was truly glorious, beyond what I imagined. I have no words to thank you for letting us contemplate the true beauty of Khazad-Dûm in all its glory" As soon as he said this, Jon bowed before the king, who was was proud of the way the young man praised the work of his people.

"Well. In that case, I propose a bargain to you and your two friends?" Asked King Durin.

"What kind of bargain?" Loras asked, arching an eyebrow.

"A very simple one indeed ... Glorfindel has told me that you came by order of the Powers of the World to carry out a certain task in Middle- Earth and that for this they are arming themselves with all kinds of knowledge, healing, navigation, Languages."

At that moment, Jon widened his eyes as he sensed the king's intentions.

"That is why I propose that while I treat with the elves, you shall help my people in the forges, the golden one, learn the craft of my kindred, and should your works prove mighty as our, I will allow you to take wergild from my hoard when you depart."

For an instant, no one said anything as if they couldn't understand the king's words, but suddenly Jon came to himself.

"It is an honour, Your Majesty, but why would you go to such trouble for us?" Jon asked, confused.

"The truth is quite simple, the King of Arda called you to these lands because he wants you to fulfil a certain mission; it would be an honour for my people to help the plan of the Powers to materialize as best as possible."

Jon and his companions were intrigued by the opportunity they were being given as they never would have imagined learning from the proud sons of Aulë in their own domain; with excitement filling them, they all shot a longing look at their teacher, and Glorfindel nodded. And the three knights looked at each other.

"We accept your majesty," Jon said, barely containing his emotion as the king smirked.

"Just remember, dwarves are demanding... We don't like mistakes, and we tolerate them even less," Said the king with a smile.

"We will remember King Durin," Said Jon having a bad feeling

"Fine, Hahaha, just one question, did your throat recover? because I would like to hear a song."

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WESTEROS

After the War of Wrath and Morgoth's banishment to the timeless void, many of the dark creatures that made up his army escaped the wrath of the Valar, some hiding in remote and unexplored places in Middle-earth. But others fled to distant lands beyond the eastern seas.

The Valar, remembering that there were men in those lands, men they had failed to protect from Morgoth, decided to do everything possible to allow them to live free from their dark legacy and abominations, inspired by "The Girdle of Melian," the Powers of the World formed a fence gigantic around Middle-earth and Aman to prevent any dark creature from Morgoth from escaping to those lands and threatening the men who lived there. From that moment on, Middle Earth and Aman were separated and isolated from the rest of the world, and only those to whom the Greater King gave his blessing could pass that protection. After travelling the path marked by the star of Eärendil.

But that had unforeseen effects on Arda; time began to flow differently on the continents within the encirclement while in the now called "Outer Lands," the seasons took years to change, each time a season changed in Westeros and Essos. Time in Middle-earth could go either faster or slower, the Valar tried to correct their mistake, but they soon found that it was impossible unless the encirclement was removed, which was not something they were going to allow. So they continued to watch the changing world, especially Middle Earth and Westeros, because they knew that great heroes would emerge from both lands.

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Beyond the Wall

For Bran Stark, the journey through the lands beyond the Wall had turned out to be more than a challenge; the brutal storms and extreme cold had impacted the resistance of all his fellow travellers and of himself who couldn't move without assistance.

Jojen Reed and his sister Meera Reed who along with Hodor, a man with a "simple mind," and Bran's faithful wolf, Summer, accompanied him in his search for the Three-Eyed Raven; the path was icy and unforgiving but, in his dreams, Bran knew why the crow that had to go to him. There was nothing left for him since Winterfell had been taken over by the Iron Children led by Theon.

While he was meditating on that under the shadow of an Oka, he heard Meera's footsteps approaching as she just came back from hunting and saw that she only got a few small rabbits.

"Nothing else?" I ask, disappointed.

"It is what it is," she answered tiredly and began to cook them, to which Bran decided to remain silent.

After an uncomfortable dinner and a silence as cold as where they were, everyone got ready to sleep, and that was when Bran had a dream, one of his Vista Verde dreams, only this one was very different.

He was in a warm place full of life and supremely beautiful, full of flowers of every imaginable colour with sweet scents, silver willows, and lakes so pure with crystal clear waters that they made one want to drink from them ... Bran had never been in a place of such beauty, so much so that his eyes began to shed tears for her.

At that moment, Bran realized that he was not alone, as he heard footsteps approaching and, believing he was an enemy, he cursed himself for not even having a dagger.

"Good morning, Brandon Stark… Did you like the view?" He said in a playful tone, and with a deep voice, Bran turned to see the owner of that voice.

He had the strangest appearance that the Stark had ever seen, silver hair with violet eyes and milk-white skin; he was dressed in a curious way he wore a black robe sewn with silver thread and adorned with amethysts and diamonds; also, He had a tiara with giant purple gems, from his lessons with Master Luwin Bran he knew that those were Valyrian traits, was that man a Targaryen?

The stranger just stared at him, waiting for his reaction.

"Who are you? Where am I? Look, I don't have ..." But the stranger raised his hand and made a gesture of silence.

"You ask a lot of questions, and I don't have time to answer them all; when this conversation is over, I will never appear in front of you again ... But I guess you asked the ones that matter most; my name is Irmo, I am the Lord of Visions and Dreams, and the place we are in is my gardens, the Lorien Gardens, the most beautiful place in Arda."

"Arda?" Bran asked without understanding. But Irmo shook his head.

"The world in which we all live my gardens are a place of beauty, and healing found West of the world, the Firstborn of Ilúvatar wounded and sorrowful come to heal their bodies, minds, and souls, and it is beautiful to the view, that's why everyone usually calls me "Lorien" because of my domain rather than "Irmo" my real name, "He said with amusement.

Bran didn't understand anything, but he nodded, although he felt strange when ... Irmo said the word "Ilúvatar."

"Who is Ilúvatar? What do you mean by Firstborn?" Ned Stark's son asked curiously.

"I'm afraid there is no time to explain it to you; listen to me, Bran, you have embarked on a long and difficult journey, the person you are looking for is waiting for you beyond, you still have a long way to go, and you must do so because dark times are coming to Westeros and the teachings that will be given to you will be indispensable to save not only your home but the entire continent."

For some reason, Bran knew that this ... stranger wasn't lying to him, and he nodded.

"I will do my best to learn," Bran said with determination, and the stranger smiled.

"I'm hearted to hear that; you and your family are about to experience bitter tragedies; unfortunately, I can't help you with them; merely offer counsel and encouragement and a final warning."

Instantly Bran just gulped.

"There will come a time when in Westeros all hope seems lost and all efforts useless; when that time comes, you must remember Hope comes from the West."

"Will hope come from the West?" And the stranger nodded.

"I have to go now, Bran; it was a very brief meeting, but it was a pleasure meeting you," The Stranger said as he walked away.

"Wait, I don't understand anything… What dark times are coming? What does "Hope comes from the West" mean? The little boy asked, annoyed.

"You will know in due course, just like your brother Jon will know what to do on his own" Irmo's words surprised Bran; did this stranger know his brother Jon? Indeed, Bran has never seen his brother because he was sent to Highgarden before Bran could remember it well, but Jon always sent them letters recounting his adventures in the south, and thanks to them and the stories of the Royal Guard, Bran had wanted to be a knight before his fall.

"When I could walk I hoped to be Brandon the bold," Bran thought with bitterness.

"Do you know Jon?" Bran asked, surprised and distrustful, but the stranger did not answer and continued to walk away.

"I'm dreaming? or is everything real? " And surprisingly, Irmo stopped and gave him one last look with a slight smile.

"Of course, you're dreaming about Brandon Stark, but that doesn't mean this isn't real good luck." Irmo said.

The next day when Bran woke up again in the frozen North beyond the Wall, he told his friends about the most incredible and strange dream he had ever had.

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King's Landing

Sansa Stark was crying; it was the only thing she did since she found out about the horrible deaths of her mother and her brother Robb, betrayed by Walder Frey and Roose Bolton in the so-called "Red Wedding" in which they and their best men were killed.

Since Margaery became Joffrey's fiancée, the little shit Joffrey pushed Sansa aside; Sansa for a moment thought that she could finally return home. Still, Lord Baelish made her realize that now as a mere hostage, that would never happen and that Joffrey she could take her virginity anyway only now she would birth royal bastards instead of legitimate children; she just wanted to cry, but her mother's old friend promised to take her home, but she did not keep her promise, Sansa found out that he had left for the Vale damming her to a life of misery in this gilded cage. Her only friend was Ser Dontos, a former knight that Sansa had saved from Joffrey, and now the poor bastard served as a court jester; the man was grateful and promised to save her from this horrid fate, Sansa thanked him, but she knew he could not fulfil it.

The only person in town who seemed even more miserable than her was Margaery Tyrell, the girl had a cheerful and compassionate demeanour, but after spending time with her, Sansa realized that there was pain at a glance and understood that she was pretending when She asked her why but the girl was tight-lipped, the Tyrells had planned to take her out of the city and take her to Highgarden where she would be married to Willis Tyrell. Still, somehow the Lannisters found out ... And they married her to Tyrion Lannister, the imp, who incredibly was the one who seemed the more miserable of the two at their wedding, the little Lord was kind and gentle with her refusing to consummate their marriage, something that Sansa thanks him every day.

Finally, Joffrey and Margaery's wedding day had arrived; Sansa was preparing to sleep in her shared room with her husband. After wishing each other goodnight, the couple went to Sleep, and Sansa lay down on the bed thinking about how Joffrey would torture her the next day.

"Please, Jon, where are you? You promised me I need you," she thought, her eyes wet with tears.

Sansa felt that she was floating and flying until she appeared in a beautiful and lush forest with nightingales singing, the sunlight barely filtered through the leaves but it was not dark, she suddenly heard the cries of a woman and knowing that she was alone In that strange forest he set out to find her, the cries were getting louder until he finally reached a clearing in the woods where there was a beautiful pond that seemed to radiate a warm light and that was when he saw her.

Sitting on a mossy log was the most beautiful woman Sansa Stark had ever seen; she had silver hair with dark edges that were the same colour as her dress, the woman kept crying, and Sansa instinctively approached her.

"Excuse me, my Lady ... Why are you crying?" Sansa asked.

The woman looked up, and Sansa gasped as she contemplated the beauty of her face; there was no imperfection in her skin, her lips, her nose, everything was perfect, but her eyes were grey, not grey like the Starks, but a bright silver, however, her eyes were red and swollen from crying although that did not diminish her beauty.

Suddenly the woman put on a sad smile.

"Why is someone crying, my girl?" The woman asked sweetly.

"When you suffer, you cry, do you suffer?" Sansa asked.

"Yes, I am suffering; I suffer for the suffering of people," He said sadly.

Sansa found that woman strange, although she did not feel threatened by her.

"Who you?" Winterfell's eldest daughter asked.

"My name is Nienna, The Lady of sadness and pain and also of pity and mourning," The woman said with a sudden regal bearing that made Sansa have the need to bow.

"The Lady of Mercy?" Sansa asked without understanding anything.

"A duty that was imposed on me before this world was created and that I will continue to perform until the end of days," Nienna explained to the still confused Sansa.

"Where am I, my Lady?" Sansa said, looking at the mysterious forest.

"Where are you? that is not important, my girl, listen to me. I brought you here to give you some advice and make you a promise," Nienna explained.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I know about the suffering that you have experienced by your captors; they murdered your father, your mother, and your older brother, but you still have a family, a younger sister, and three more brothers," Nienna said to Sansa's surprise.

"Three brothers and a sister? one of them is Jon, So BRAN AND RICKON ARE ALIVE! "Sansa exclaimed happily.

"I cannot help you directly; you will have to make most of your escape," Nienna said sadly.

"What should I do?" Sansa asked, hoping to escape.

"You must be strong; you must resist and cling to life no matter how tempting it is to surrender to death because, in death, we cannot interfere."

"What does my Lady mean by that?"

"Your jailer has decided to change your cage, I am afraid that to a different but no less dangerous one, despite his soft words you should not trust him when you are in his presence, we can give only help you in subtle ways, please take it, because we will not be able to help you any more but if you do and persist as I have asked you will be able to reunite with your brother in a distant land where you can be safe and merry ... You will go to Middle Earth, "Nienna said standing up.

"Middle Earth?" Sansa asked, confused.

"You and your sister will travel together ... There you will be able to meet your brother who was called to a glorious destiny by the Elder King," Said Nienna, who began to walk away.

"My Lady, I'm afraid I don't understand anything, Middle Earth? The Elder King?" Sansa asked, completely confused.

"Goodbye, Sansa Stark. I have told you what you should do; I'm afraid we will not see each other again but do not worry, the King of Arda will take care of you and your sister until they reunite with his brother," Nienna said, vanishing and leaving Sansa alone in that strange forest.

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A few hours later, Sansa woke up and wondered if it had all been a dream, and that was when the servants came to prepare her for Joffrey's wedding. First, they dressed her in an elegant white dress, and she decided to wear the amethyst broach and veil that Ser Dontos had given her as a token of appreciation. It had belonged to his late mother, and he said she would have been delighted for a woman as fair as her to wear it.

A few hours later, the entire event took place, with songs telling the false bravery of Joffrey and his horrible mother; Sansa forced a smile at the few who greeted her and resigned herself to remain seated next to her husband and Garlan Tyrell and for a brief moment to the Queen of Thorns who tried to console her for the Red Wedding in addition to straightening one of the amethysts on the hairnet. At the same time, she saw Joffrey behaving like the cruel king that he already was. That he ordered some dwarves to join the wedding as a mockery of the war that he had started, and when Sansa's husband made a sarcastic comment about Joffrey, he had begun to pour wine on Tyrion, and after naming him, his cupbearer dropped the chalice to the ground and kicked it when Tyrion went to pick it up. That's when Tywin Lannister ordered the pie to be brought in for the king to cut with his new sword.

A sword that she knew very well, she had seen in the hands of her father at festivals and rituals.

Ice The House Stark's ancestral sword had been reforged into two smaller swords.

Ser Ilyn bowed to the king, put his hand behind his shoulder, and drew nearly six feet of gleaming, rune-filled ornamented silver blade. He knelt to offer the great sword to Joffrey fist first. The pommel was a piece of glass carved into the shape of a grinning skull, with ruby eyes that sparkled with reddish fire.

"What sword is that?" Sansa asked indignantly, flinching in the seat and grabbing Tyrion's arm to face him.

"What has Ser Ilyn done with my father's sword?" He asked, suppressing his indignation.

"It seems that they have forged it in two swords, my lady," Garlan Tyrell said, showing the same indignation.

"It is said that Lann the Cunning, the founder of House Lannister, managed to trick the Lord Casterly out of his castle, a thief, they descend from a thief, that's why House Lannister is filled with thieves, monsters, liars, and murderers." Sansa thought with tears in her eyes.

But a few moments later, the gods finally gave Joffrey the punishment he deserved as suddenly, and after taking a drink, he began to cough, so he took another sip of wine to calm his cough. But his cough became more violent and quickly became so severe that he could not breathe; Margaery realized and screamed that he was choking. Lurching forward, Joffrey falls to the ground, gasping desperately for breath and convulsing so violently it made him vomit.

That's when someone took her by the shoulder.

"Come with me, my Lady, it's time Ser Dontos is waiting for you; they will go by boat" Sansa realized that it was a maid, and with the room in chaos, Sansa nodded and went with her. After leaving the hall and fortress in the direction of the Godswood, Sansa realized that amethyst was missing from the hairnet that the drunken knight had given her and began to worry that he, too, had lied to her.

"They're not amethyst; they were poison," Sansa realized.

She heard a faint rustle of leaves and tucked the silver net deep into the pocket of the cape the servant gave her to hide it.

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"Who is there? Who is it?"

The Godswood was dark and gloomy, and the bells tolled, marking Joffrey's path to the tomb.

"I" He stumbled out of the trees, drunk, lost. He grabbed her arm to regain his balance.

"You said I had to wear the hairnet ... The silver hairnet with ... what stones are these?" Sansa stepped back to get rid of his hand.

Amethysts. Black Amethysts of Asshai, my Lady."

"They are not amethysts; you lied to me!" Sansa cried indignantly.

"Black amethysts ... They were magical."

"They were killers!"

"Lower your voice, he choked on the pigeon pie; what a tasty pie. Silver and gems, nothing else, silver, gems, and magic."

The bells were tolling; the whistling of the wind was like the noise Joffrey had made trying to breathe.

"You poisoned him. It was you? You took a gem from my hair."

"Be quiet, my Lady, you are going to have us killed. I have not done anything. Come on, we have to go, they will be looking for her. They have arrested her husband."

"Tyrion?" She asked, dismayed.

"Do you have another husband? The imp, the dwarf, Queen Cersei, thinks she was the one who killed the king. Over here, we must go, hurry up, don't be afraid. " He took her by the hand and tugged at her, and Sansa followed him without resisting.

"Did Tyrion poison him?" She knew that her lord husband hated his nephew, was it possible that he had killed him?

... Did you know about the hairnet, about the black amethysts? He served Joffrey the wine ...

How could you make someone drown by putting an amethyst in their wine?

... If it was Tyrion, they'll think I was his accomplice ... She understood with a shudder of panic. How else could it be? They were husband and wife; Joffrey had killed her father and mocked her with her brother's death.

"Don't speak, my dear… Outside of the Godswood, we cannot make any noise. Pull up your hood to hide your face," said Ser Dontos.

Sansa nodded and obeyed. They walked for a long time until they reached the river where they took a rowing boat, and after hours of travel, Sansa managed to see a merchant galley with the sails unfurled and after getting on the galley ... Sansa saw her rescuer.

Lord Petyr Baelish ... Who was supposed to be in the Vale of Arryn?

"Is my Lady cold?" I ask in a soft voice.

"Lord Petyr! I have to go back before they start looking for me," Ser Dontos said from the boat.

"But first your reward Ser. Ten thousand dragons, right?"

"Ten thousand ... As promised, my lord," said the drunken gentleman excitedly.

"Ser Lothor, the reward."

The man named Lothor Brune lowered the torch. Three men advanced to the gunwale, raised their crossbows, and fired. One of the darts struck Dontos in the chest as he looked up and pierced the left crown of the doublet he wore. The others dug into his throat and belly. Everything happened so fast that neither Dontos nor Sansa had time to scream. When it was all over, that man, Ser Lothor Brune, threw the torch on the corpse. The little boat burned as the galley pulled away.

"You killed him!" Sansa grabbed the railing and threw up. Had he escaped the Lannisters to fall into even worse hands?

"My Lady, you waste your pain on such a man. He was a drunk, not your friend," Littlefinger said.

"But he saved me ..." Sansa snarled in anger.

"He sold you in exchange for the promise of ten thousand dragons. Your disappearance will make you a suspect in Joffrey's death. The golden cloaks will begin searching, and the eunuch will jingle the coins. Dontos ... Well, you heard that. He sold you for gold, and he would have sold us again when he had spent it on drink. A bag of dragons buys everyone's silence for a while, but a pointed dart buys it forever. Everything he did for you was at my command. I would not have dared to help you openly. So when I found out how you saved his life at Joffrey's tournament, I knew it would be the ideal instrument. " Baelish said, his eyes flashing with mischief.

"He said he was grateful to me for saving him ... That he was my Florian," Sansa said, disappointed.

"Let's not talk about this, my dear ... Tell me about the banquet ... Did your little husband like my jousting dwarves?"

"Were they yours?"

"I had to send for them in Braavos and hide them in a brothel until the day of the wedding. I do not know what caused more if expenses or problems. You'd be surprised how hard it is to hide a dwarf, and as for Joffrey ... Well, you can lead a dog into the water, but making him drink is another matter. When I told him about my little surprise, he said, 'Why do I want dwarfs at my banquet? I hate dwarves. I had to take him by the shoulder and whisper to him, 'Not as much as your Uncle will hate you.'

The deck rocked under her feet, and Sansa felt like the whole world was unstable.

"They think Tyrion poisoned Joffrey." Ser Dontos told me that they had taken him prisoner."

"Widowhood will do you good, Sansa," Pinky said with a sinister smile.

The very idea made her feel strange in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she wouldn't have to share a room with Tyrion again. That was what she wanted ... right?

Littlefinger led her to her cabin, which was low-ceilinged and small, but a feather bed had been placed in the narrow mattress ledge to make it more comfortable and thick, warm fur on top.

"Who poisoned Joffrey?" Sansa asked without a voice, to which Littlefinger smiled and laughed a little.

"Well, what difference does it make ... Tell me, my girl, right that at some point in the night, someone told you that you had your hairnet wrongly put on and straightened it?" Peter said with a smile.

Sansa's eyes widened in horror.

"It's not possible she wished for me to marry her grandson," Sansa said, attempting to convince herself.

"Yes, with the kind, pious and caring Willas Tyrell. Give thanks; you were saved; you would have died of boredom. But, on the other hand, the old woman is not boring at all, that witch is fearsome, and she's not nearly as fragile as she appears. When I came to Highgarden to haggle over Margaery's hand, she left the fanfare to her lord son while she asked intelligent questions about Joffrey's nature. I put it through the roof, of course ... While my men spread alarming stories among Lord Tyrell's servants. This is how this game is played. He also wanted to introduce the idea of Ser Loras becoming a member of the Royal Guard, but he fled along with Robar Royce in search of your bastard brother, Jon Snow, and the last thing that was heard from the three of them was that they ruined Daenerys's Targaryen's wedding."

Hearing about her brother's actions Sansa was shocked.

"But why did he do that?" And confusion for a moment filled Littlefinger's face.

"I am afraid that I do not know, but that is not the case; the fact is that Lady Olenna had no intention of allowing Joffrey to harm her beloved granddaughter; the old woman is ambitious but not ruthless like Tywin Lannister, at the least not if you can help it. There he understood something else. His son Mace was determined that Margaery should be queen, and for that, he needed a king ... But it didn't have to be Joffrey. Wait and see how soon we have another royal wedding. Margaery will marry Tommen. He will keep the crown and the virginity, two things he does not want, but anyway, what does it matter? The grand Lannister-Tyrell alliance will be safe ... at least for a time.

Hearing the way Littlefinger spoke, Sansa understood one thing, something that she overlooked.

"He said that everything Ser Dontos did was for her, which means that when he wanted me to distrust the Tyrells, he did it by order of Littlefinger, and I only told Dontos of my marriage to Willas, that means that already He had sold me long before. With Littlefinger, that's how the Lannisters found out; Littlefinger left me locked up in that marriage with Tyrion." Sansa thought in a fury

That was when Sansa remembered her dream and Nienna's words.

"Your jailer has decided to change your cage; I'm afraid to a different but no less dangerous one; despite his soft words, you shouldn't trust him."

"This is what the woman in my dream was referring to, Lord Baelish No, Littlefinger is not my friend; he is using me, as I use all those who trusted him, as surely my mother and father did. But what can I do? No one will help me unless my dream comes true; in that case, I shall resist this, and I shall find Jon and Arya, maybe even Bran and Rickon if the Gods are good and we shall be a family again. I am Sansa Stark from Winterfell, and I will not give up yet." Sansa thought with renewed courage.

With that firm resolution, Sansa told Littlefinger that she wanted to rest, and he accepted not before kissing Sansa very close to her lips to the girl's disgust but remembering that courtesy is the armour of a lady, she merely smiled before laying on her fur bed.

"Jon, Arya, wherever you both are, I'm on my way," Sansa said.

After that, Sansa closed her eyes, and sleep penetrated her.