Game of Thrones: King of Magic

Chapter 65

Solomon. King's Landing.

Hidden by magic from ears and eyes, I walked through the evening sunlit corridors of the Red Castle, heading for one particular room that contained all three of the people I wanted to talk to.

My visit to Braavos didn't last long, but it wasn't short either. Admittedly, more than half of the time was spent thinking about Semiramis' words and an unfairly small amount of time checking on Kirana and her well-being.

I did give some thought to stopping being cautious, not too much, but enough to fully regulate the course of events. And something I'd forgotten about worked in favor of that decision, namely that this was a different world and thus different rules.

And also, most notably, I had come here, and that meant that it was necessary. That is, I had already received permission to act as I saw fit, as long as the world continued to move and exist.

I stopped in front of the right door and smiled.

And, conveniently enough, there was one particular person in that room that could actually be... useful.

The door slowly opened, attracting the attention of those inside, and, a couple seconds later, the head of a girl I knew well crashed into my stomach.

- "Lord Solomon!" Arya exclaimed happily, rubbing her face in my tunic and holding me tightly around the waist with both hands, "You've finally decided to meet us!"

- "Arya!" Sansa angrily called out to her and came over to us, trying to tear her sister away from me, "You're inconveniencing Lord Solomon! Let him go!"

- "I don't want to!" Arya said, and then glanced at Sansa with a sly smirk, "You want to hug him too, don't you? Why don't you go around Lord Solomon and lean on your lover's back?"

- "Arya!" Sansa exclaimed in great embarrassment, but throwing a hesitant glance at me and clutching the edge of her dress, clearly pondering Arya's suggestion, "I-I apologize for my sister's behavior, l-lord Solomon. Y-you're still just as..."

- "Well, well, it's all right, Sansa," I said with a soft smile, to which she blushed deeply, "If you want a hug, please do. I don't mind. "

- "You see!" Arya said cheerfully, "Just go over there and do it!"

- "You're obviously spending too much time with them," Sansa snapped at me, and then, taking a deep breath, she came over to me and hugged me gently, as if afraid of getting burned, hiding her face against my shoulder, "...I've missed you, Lord Solomon..."

- "I know, and that's why I came to visit you," I let out a chuckle and stroked both girls' heads. And while we stood like that for a while, my eyes ran over the decoration of the room.

The room was relatively spacious and clearly meant for private meetings. There was the standard ornate furniture, a pair of wide columns, a high ceiling, and an open balcony overlooking King's Landing. In the center of the room was a table set with light snacks, fruit, and a couple of glasses obviously intended for Sansa and Arya.

- "Well, let's sit down and talk," I said softly, causing them to lift their heads reluctantly, "I'm sure you have stories to tell."

- "Aye!" Arya nodded and took my hand in hers and led me to the table before Sansa could move away from me too quickly, "A lot has happened while you've been away! We have something to surprise you with!"

- "What if someone comes and sees you? Surely you don't want to reveal yourself, do you?" Sansa asked worriedly, "Would it be all right?"

- "No, they won't, we can talk in peace and no one will interrupt us," I shook my head and set up a closed field that subconsciously kept visitors away, "Well, all my attention is on you, my lady."