Game of Thrones: King of Magic

Chapter 9

Solomon. Winterfell.

Suddenly Ned, Sir Rodrik, and Lady Stark burst into my room, nearly knocking the door off its hinges. And their expressions were... interesting: Ned's was irritable, Sir Rodrik's was cheerful, and Lady Stark's was perplexed.

- What's the matter, Ned? - I asked, looking around at my guests, "Have I done something to displease you?

- Oh, it's all right," he started, and then pointed his finger at me and shrieked, "Except for the fact that you're the bloody king!

Hmm? What's he talking about... Oh, that's right... Solomon ruled the country....

- W-what?! K- King?! - Lady Stark staggered back, surprised beyond belief. - What do you mean, Ned?!

- If I may, my lady," Sir Rodrik intervened with a cheerful smile on his face. - Lord Solomon, King Solomon to be exact, ruled the country he mentioned at one of the soirees, Israel.

Lady Stark's eyes widened and her mouth took on an oval shape. Her gaze darted between Ned and me, as if asking if what he was saying was true. But after a few seconds, she took a deep breath and calmed down, regaining her stately appearance. Her voice was still trembling, though.

- Then why didn't you mention it, Your Majesty? - She asked cautiously.

- Yes, Your Majesty, why? - Ned added, uncharacteristically sarcastic.

- Have I forgotten? - I replied, rubbing my chin and thinking. - Besides, there is no need for all these formalities. I suggest we forget this fact, as I don't think it's important.

And these were my sincere thoughts. After all, Israel, as well as the Earth as a whole, is in another dimension and has become unreachable. Sort of....

- Not important?! Do you have any idea what will happen if this information gets out?! - Ned shouted with burning eyes.

- You don't have to worry about that. I'm not king anymore, and Israel is ruled by others chosen by the people, and my name is just an echo of the past that has become a myth," I said in a soothing tone. - Besides, if war breaks out and you are forced to fight, I will help you.

He was silent for a moment, pondering my words. Sir Rodrik and Lady Stark waited in silence for his conclusions.

- Take my king's words to heart, Lord Stark," said Kinvara, who had been silent until then. - If my king sides with you, even the combined armies of the Seven Kingdoms will be unable to do anything.

- And you? - Lady Stark asked, glancing at Kinvara.

- Kinvara, My Lady. A humble Sirvant of my king," she introduced herself with pride in her voice and bowed.

The next moment Ned came out of his musings, apparently noticing something.

- You said "myth," didn't you? What did you mean? - He asked with a puzzled look on his face. - And why is this woman calling you "my king"?

I sighed, foreshadowing a long conversation, and waved my hand, producing several chairs.

- Have a seat. Explanation will take time.

-0-

A short while later.

The room fell into silence. First I waited for about a minute, and then I created a table between us with glasses of wine on it, and, taking one of them, took a sip. And the silence went on for about ten minutes.

Ned, Sir Rodrik, and Lady Stark were staring at me in silence, their eyes not even blinking. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the only one in the room who was amused was Kinvara, She puffed up her chest proudly and looked at them as if they were fools who couldn't see the obvious, to which I raised an eyebrow.