The Dragon & The Wolf

The White Hart

Shadow was eating a freshly killed deer when his best friend called upon him. Arthur had been able to warg since he was a toddler, and more than a few birds had been seen flying dangerously close to Winterfell's courtyard at that time. However, the bond between Direwolf and Stark was the strongest a warg could have asked for. Shadow constantly felt it, every time Arthur mixed his mind with his. Picking up Rhaenyra's scent hadn't been as difficult as they had imagined, indeed, Valyrians had a unique scent. Impossible to describe, yet terribly bewitching. Shadow ran across the trees as fast as he could, while Arthur started doing the same, their minds perfectly in sync. When Shadow caught the scent of a campfire, he slowed down a bit for his friend to catch up. Rhaenyra wasn't even a mile away from the camp, but the night had provided a very useful cloak for her to hide from any lords, but not from Arthur.

As the Stark came closer, Shadow stayed in the shadows and listened to the conversation the Princess was having with her Kingsguard.

"Do you think the Realm will ever accept me as their Queen?" She asked.

Arthur wanted to scoff.

"Accept you? If it were up to them, they'd declare independence from the Iron Throne."

"They will have no choice but to, Princess." The Kingsguard answered.

"They do have a choice, Aegon has been born, and a second, perhaps even a third child is on the way."

Arthur slowed down his pace, not because he was tired, but because he was approaching and didn't want to scare the Princess and her knight. However, Shadow picked up a scent, and a noise echoed in the small clearing were they had started a campfire, alarming the knight.

The Direwolf and the Stark knew what kind of scent it was and weren't as alarmed as the man was.

"Perhaps the Gods do favor my mission." Arthur thought as he stopped warging.

He was but less than a quarter mile away from the fireplace, and he had already prepared his entrance.

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Rhaenyra hadn't felt fear when she had heard a strange noise coming out of the bushes, but when a boar large as a barrel had emerged and knocked Ser Criston flat. The rush of adrenalin and endorphin she experienced had paralyzed her on the spot. The boar made an arc before charging at her. For an abominable second, she thought her life was over, she was a ninety pounds young woman facing a two-hundred-and-sixty-four pounds meat bag with tusks. As the beast approached she couldn't help but feel exasperated by her death, the Princess of Dragonstone... murdered by a bloody pig...

But as the animal was about to reach her, a gigantic shadow came out of the woods and locked its titanic jaws around the boar's neck, who started squealing in terror and pain as the monster's fangs teared out its flesh and bled out its veins. Rhaenyra's paralyzis turned into sheer terror, and she scrambled backwards when she saw the immense creature tear out the boar's flesh as if it was paper.

Meanwhile Ser Criston had gotten up, and charged at the monster the moment it saw it. But the beast disappeared as fast as it came into the darkness, taking the squealing boar with it.

The Kingsguard immediately scanned the area with worry and sword in hand, expecting the creature to come out of the shadows and attack him or the princess. But once the boar's squealing had ceased, a human form came out of the darkness with a cocky smile on his handsome face.

"Looks like you're having quite a party." Arthur Stark mocked as his direwolf came to stand by his sides, the boar's neck still stuck between his jaws. "Mind if we join in?"