Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 6.7: Going Back

I hope you guys don't mind me speeding up my pacing with this story :))

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The bronze gates of the Red Keep opened with a low groan, and the city that once whispered of dragons and queens now thundered with the sound of drums and distant bells. The banners bearing the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen fluttered against the sea breeze. People watched from high balconies and sunlit windows as their Queen rode through the capital once more — flanked not just by her Queen's Guard, but by the shadows of something greater behind her.

Lyanna Targaryen had returned from battle.

But her eyes were distant. Focused. As though she was already looking past the walls of King's Landing, toward another world.

She dismounted before the gates of Maegor's Holdfast, her dark cloak billowing behind her, and Tom dismounted beside her. The guards stood straight at her passing, heads bowed low — but they all felt it. Something in her had shifted.

And that evening, she summoned her council.

The war room was bathed in torchlight. A great fire roared behind the carved dragon hearth. Around the obsidian table stood Tyrion, Ser Davos Seaworth, Grey Hand, a few senior Queen's Guards, and some of her trusted scribes and generals. Tom stood beside her, no longer on the sidelines but at her right hand.

There was a silence when Lyanna entered. Not of fear — but of weight.

She took her place at the head of the table, eyes scanning those who had stood beside her since the ashes of the old world began to cool.

She spoke clearly. Without hesitation.

"We are... leaving."

The words rang through the chamber like a bell.

A ripple of movement passed through the room. Tyrion blinked. Davos furrowed his brows.

"Leaving?" Ser Davos asked, puzzled.

Lyanna nodded once. "Tom and I will be returning to the world I came from. The one beyond the veil. The one where I was raised." Her voice grew softer for a moment. "Where people I care about still live... and where the shadow of great evil still linger."

Tom kept his expression even, though his hands rested tightly on the table's edge.

Tyrion cleared his throat. "Forgive me, Your Grace, but... haven't we tried this before?"

"We have," Lyanna said. "But something changed. In the Temple of Ash, when the cult attacked... I felt it. The Heart burned through every barrier, as though it was meant to be used there. The power surged to its peak. It's the closest we've come to tearing open a way back."

She turned toward Tom briefly, then back to the table. "I believe we can create a portal — a stable one. But I don't know how long we'll be gone."

Silence fell again.

Tyrion leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "And the realm, Your Grace? If you are absent for moons... perhaps longer?"

"I've already made preparations," Lyanna replied. "Tyrion, you will continue to act as regent in my, as well as my Hand's absence. Ser Davos, I entrust you with the ports and all naval watch. The Queen's Guard will maintain order within the Red Keep, and the Unsullied will remain stationed at key strongholds across the capital and Dragonstone."

Grey Hand gave a small nod of affirmation.

Lyanna continued. "I have also sent ravens to the Eastern Steppes. A khalasar of Dothraki bloodriders loyal to my mother will arrive within a fortnight to garrison the outer provinces. The Shadow Summoners from the North have pledged their aid as well — they will watch from the unseen places."