Of Magic, Fire, Blood and Ice

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Baelish was a man who devoured opportunities like a child eats sweets. As soon as he heard of the possible resurrection of Rhaegar Targaryen and the possibility of dragons he did what any opportunist would do. He tried to clean up his tracks.
Everyone could see that the Baratheon was a sinking ship, from the moment he had heard about Rhaegar being alive all he did was mutter to himself and pace. His wine and whores were forgotten, all he did was close himself up in the room and mutter.
His female spies which he had employed as the King’s maids told him of how he held meetings with Tywin Lannister and his brother Stannis and oh so honorable Ned Stark.
The four of them talked about what they could do, the King for the first time in his life agreed with his wife. He wanted to send assassins to kill Rhaegar, all the while Stannis advised his brother to keep patient and Ned Stark stared out of the window.
It was making Baelish uneasy; Ned Stark did not offer a single remark in the discussions, according to the spy maids, he stared at the Dragon pit from the window of the King’s chamber. While the general population was content with the saintly image of the Stark Lord, Baelish was not satisfied by his silent visage. The man who led the forces against the Targaryen army was silent? Why? The question echoed in his head.
For all the unease he felt Baelish started to make preparations. He gathered all his account books; they were filled with the details of all of those who were on his payroll. The accounts of the Throne and his brothels. He wanted to make his way to the Targaryen before any of the other Westerosi did. That way he might be the one to give them his own versions of the truths filled with little of the actual truths.
His servants were busy packing his things so he made his way to the port to hire a ship for himself. It had to be a vessel already bound to Essos so as to not make any suspicion arise unnecessarily.
He his face with a dark cloak and with his head tilted downwards he exited the Street of Silk. He had made three turns when his neck prickles. Baelish had always been a paranoid man so he was a cautious man too. His senses told him he was being followed so he quickened his step. He was at the end of the Street of Silk when his eyes rolled and he knew no more.
The Mockingbird was now in the claws of the Dragon and now, he will pay.
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The past few years had been great for Jon, he had become a Lord with his own keep, met his father and step mother who despite everything loved him like a son, he had gained two aunts and above all he had gained a family, all of which he owed to Rayne.
He had always been a quick study with the sword and now being trained by the Sword of the Morning himself he was quite on the way to surpass him but today in the training tracks he was getting knocked on his ass. when he fell down for the fifth time Arthur stopped his training.
‘What is wrong with you today? It is like your brain is not in the training ground.  Is everything alright? What is troubling you so much that you are so distracted?’ Arthur asked.
To Arthur’s surprise Jon remained quiet. He had a troubled look on his face, one that made him look remarkably like his father. With a sigh Arthur realized that he would not be getting an answer out of his Prince, so he concluded the training for the day and sent Jon to visit Rayne, mayhap the Princess would get some answers out of him.
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Rayne was having a great evening. She was walking around in the gardens of the castle in Asshai along with Daenerys, they were followed by a toddling Jörmi. The three-headed dragon had started to grow after the resurrection of Balerion. In past month it had nearly quadrupled in size, now the three heads could hiss in perfect Parsel tongue. Their arguments were amusing to listen to. Apparently, Nefertiti and Shira had taken the mantle of teaching the dragon to be both sneaky and fluent in Parsel  the two snakes were often found draped around the Jörmi’s heads.
Rayne was told by her elf that Jon had come to visit his father early in the morning and that he was in a sober mood, the father-son had locked themselves in the solar. She wanted to know what was troubling Jon.
As she reached the outer courtyard where a sleepy Balerion was dozing she sent Jörmi to the dragon and made her way to Rhaegar’s solar alone as Daenerys preferred to stay with the dragons.
Outside the solar the Unsullied stood on guard. Seeing her in the corridor one if the guards announces her arrival.
As she enters the room, she is shocked to see not only Rhaegar and Jon but also Sirius and Severus, Draco and Dudley along Oberyn Martell, Arthur and Gerold. The seven men were surprised to see her come into the room. Seeing her enter the room they adjusted their faces so they did not look as worried as they were but Rayne could feel something was wrong. As she moves inside the room, she spotted two more people she had not expected there, Ned and Robb Stark
Now she was sure something was up; the two Starks had no reason to be here without there being any catastrophic news.
‘What is going on? Why are you all locked away here? And tell me at once what are you hiding!’ Rayne said.
Then began the tripe of making Rayne convinced that nothing was up and nothing was wrong but they failed to see the defiant expression on her face which was remarkably similar to her mother’s. Severus and Sirius sighed as they understood it would be impossible to convince her that everything was fine and that the men were just chatting. So, they conceded defeat.
They told her everything, the dreams Jon was having, the disturbing news from the wall and most importantly that the Night King hurt Jon in his dream.
Seeing the scar on his arm her eyes flashed a deadly green quite similar to the green of wildfire. Locking her eyes with her betrothed she let out a silent promise, the ice zombie will die and it would be her who finished him. She might have to fight to be there on the battlefield as this was literally the middle ages, the women here were considered inferior but that was not how she was raised, in the wizarding world you were judged by your knowledge of magic and your strength, magic did not differentiate between genders and she was the strongest magic wielder in a long time and she would avenge the scar left by the damn ice zombie on her Jon. She will show him the fire and she will kill him.
She hugged Jon with all her might and took him out of the room to take him mind off dreadful memories by doing what they loved most. Flying.
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Baelish woke inside a cell. The dark walls were imposing and sucked the light that came out of a lone torch. His wrists were bound to a bed by chains only leaving enough room for him to move his arms. His head was ringing and his entire body was stiff. The door opened and he saw two people enter the room. Baelish was ready to offer the men gold equal to their weight but when he saw the people who entered his eyes widened. It was Rhaegar Targaryen and Sirius Black.
These two men were the least likely people he would have thought would have thought to kidnap him. One was the lost ruler of the most prestigious Targaryen legacy and the other was the new emperor of Essos. He tried to think of the reason why they would have kidnapped him but he could not come up with any and then they spoke.
‘Tell me Lord Baelish why did you hid that letter that Lyanna sent to Riverrun that said that she was running away from Robert and did not want to marry him that she ran away with me not because I kidnapped not her but because she wanted to why did you lie Lord Baelish, why? Said Rhaegar.
The Mockingbird was stunned he did not know how this truth came to light now any hope he had to align with the Targaryens who was last he now knew that he would never have their favor as he was the one whose lies sparked the rebellion and led to the demise of lady Lyanna and the children of Elia and Rhaegar.
He stared at them while died he did not know what he would say but one thing was sure he will not come out of this alive.
He had thought himself a player in the great game, he believed that the board was set and moved according to his desires but now at this moment  he realized that he was nothing but a pawn. Chaos had been his ladder, rung by rung he had raised himself higher made others feel he was needed and that his birth did not matter but in climbing the ladder he had wronged a family. A family so powerful that had once commanded dragons but there had been no dragons then, only a mad man on the throne. His love and lust to have Catelyn Tully, his sweet beautiful Cat, he lied, he stole and he fought and even bedded the ugly Tully sister but all of it was for naught. He was a Mockingbird beneath the Dragon's claw and now for sure will he die. He could almost feel the heat of the Dragon's fire on his face.
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