Capítulo 19: Reunion
Lys
"Lys is a mercantile city, built on a fertile island and was considered a paradise by Valyrian dragonlords. The sunny island is fertile with palm and fruit trees, and the surrounding blue-green waters are filled with fishes." Marwyn explained as they walked. The Marauder had just docked in. They had been delayed due to a storm. But thankfully his charms on the ship and Captain Florel's expertise had ensured they reached Lys without a problem.
"I can see that. This place is truly divine." Aryan said. Lys reminded him of the Caribbean Islands. White sandy beaches, blue waters and palms.
"Lys is protected by high walls and hired sellswords. A city dominated by wealth rather than by birth, Lys is where trade is considered a profession more honorable than arms and where prostitution is an art. Lys is ruled by conclaves of magisters, chosen from amongst the wealthiest and noblest men of the city. Slaves in Lys outnumber free men three to one." Marwyn added.
"The slaves here are treated much better. I have heard that slavery is way more cruel in the Bastard Daughters than in the Three Daughters." Lord Wyman said in between.
"What do mean by that? Bastard Daughters?" Aryan asked.
"Myr, Lys and Tyrosh are called the Three Daughters because they made them rich through trade. While they do slave trade they also indulge in trade of goods and materials. Also slaves are treated way better. But there are the three Slaver Cities Meereen, Astapor and Yunkai. They are actually from the descendants of the Old Ghiscari Empire, still these three are sometimes referred to as 'the Bastard Daughters of Valyria'. Though I must warn you to never say that inside their city. They do not like when someone compares them to Valyrians." Marwyn explained to Aryan's query.
Aryan nodded at that. Essos had always fascinated him. It was like comparing Asia to the Western World on Earth. The Western culture was almost the same wherever he went. But he was very fascinated by the Asians. Each and every country in Asia had something new to offer. Similarly, each and every place in Essos had its own culture and charm. Aryan looked around at the people. Most of the people looked pleasing to the eyes and he voiced that, "The people here are pleasing to the eyes, aren't they?"
Marwyn went in lecture mode, "More than anywhere else in the known world, the blood of Old Valyria still runs strong in Lys, who are regarded as beautiful. Even the smallfolk in Lys have the pale skin, silver-gold hair, and purple, lilac, and pale blue eyes of the dragonlords of old. Many of the nobility in Lys have produced infamous beauties, and Targaryen kings and princes are known to have looked at Lys for wives and paramours."
"The Targaryen's have a long history with Lys, my Lord." Wyman said.
"I seem to remember few of them from Maester Luwin's lessons in history. Though I must admit that I am poor in history and cannot remember most of them." Aryan said.
"Prince Daemon Targaryen, brother to King Viserys I Targaryen, had a paramour from Lys, a dancer named Mysaria. King Viserys II Targaryen had been married to Lady Larra Rogare from Lys in his youth, and had three children by her, including the later King Aegon IV, and the famous Prince Aemon the Dragonknight. King Aegon IV's last mistress, Serenei, came from Lys as well, and bore him a daughter named Shiera, whilst dying in childbirth. The very Shiera Seastar for whom Aegon 'Bittersteel' Rivers and Brynden 'Bloodraven' Rivers fought." Marwyn recounted.
"Now I understand your reason to bring Marwyn. In a foreign land like this, his knowledge will be a guide to us." Wyman said. "We may be a respected House in Westeros. But this is not our lands or even Westeros. People do not know us. So we should not expect any courtesy from anyone. Only money is power here. Money can buy you anything."
"So why don't we begin our task Lord Wyman? I hope your contacts are helpful." Aryan said.
"I am sure they would be, my Lord." Wyman replied."
Their time at Lys proved to be very profitable. The samples of materials they brought from the North were readily accepted by the merchants and at good prices too. Everything was good, except one thing. The most important thing for which he had come here. Lord Manderly had made discrete inquiries while they met the merchants about the setting up of the Trading Center in Lys. So far they did not get much help in that matter. But a few had suggested that they would need the Rogares help and consent on that matter. He remembered about the Rogares and their recent rise to power again after a long time.
Lord Wyman Manderly was quite uncomfortable with the slavery around here. Though Marwyn looked unperturbed as he had seen worse. Aryan on the other hand did not care. He was not a quest to liberate the slaves or become their savior or some shit like that, anything that happened outside his lands were not his problem. Other than visiting free cities and magical places on Essos he did not care much about the places.
He had visited a few brothels to procure some whores of both male and female kind as he once promised the Madame at Wintertown's brothel. He had tested few girls to ascertain their seller's claims about their proficiency in sex. He had been pleased and bought them planning to liberate them once they reached Westeros. The seller promised him to procure some summer islanders in a couple of days.
Currently they were seated in the mansion they had rented at Lys.
"What now my Lord? We are stuck here. While I could say till now that our work here had been a great success, the Trading Center has, unfortunately, met a dead end." Wyman asked.
"I had made a few old contacts of me here. The city is ruled by the conclave of magisters. You don't have time to talk and convince all of them." Marwyn told them.
"You are right Maester. We need to meet the head. We need access to Drasylo Rogare, the head of House Rogare and head of the conclave. If he agrees then our Trading Center will become a reality." Wyman Manderly agreed.
Before Aryan could formulate a response they were interrupted by one of the Stark guards. He bowed and said, "Lord Stark, there is a man who claims to be a messenger at the door. He seeks an audience with you My Lord."
They all looked at each other. Wyman asked the guard, "He came from whom's behalf?"
"I am not sure my Lord. He said something about a prestigious House Roger or something like that." The guard replied nervously.
"House Rogare?" Marwyn asked again for confirmation.
"Yes, Grandmaester. Pardon me. I could not understand his accent clearly." The guard said.
Aryan could not fault the guard. Even he found it difficult sometimes to converse to the Lyseni Merchant even though he was proficient in the language. The musical bastardized Valyrian language troubled them. Thankfully Marwyn had no such problem and acted as a translator in those times.
He addressed the guard, "It is quite all right. Why don't you send him in?"
The guard went away. Wyman said, "It seems fortune favors us today. We were thinking about meeting the Rogares and it seems that they are also of the same mind."
"Let us hope it goes well." Aryan replied.
Soon the guard returned with a man. The man like other Lyseans with Valyrian features but a lithe appearance stood before them and asked, "Am I in the presence of the Magnificent Aryan Stark of the Northern Realms?"
Aryan and Wyman looked at each other bewildered. Aryan replied, "I am not sure about the 'magnificent' part. But I am Aryan Stark of the Northern Realms."
The messenger now gave him his undivided attention and made an elaborate bow. He then addressed them, "This humble one is Saluris, a messenger of the magnificent Drasylo Rogare. His magnificence seeks an audience with you at the earliest convenience." He then waited for the reply.
"What should we do? Can we really trust him? I mean in Westeros, Lords use their seal to give genuinity to their messages. This messenger is just giving us a vocal invitation." Aryan asked Marwyn and Wyman in Old tongue. They had agreed that they would use Old tongue when they have to discuss in front of others.
"No My Lord. You don't understand. Here in Lys, they use messengers to send messages in person. Not as written messages as we have at Westeros. It is considered a great honour to be invited by such great houses. This man is a messenger of the Rogares. Look at the seal on his cheeks which identifies him as their slave." Marwyn said.
Aryan thought for sometime then said, "As of now we are sitting here and achieving nothing. Let us go and meet the Rogares."
"In that case I will go and arrange some gifts for them." Wyman said and went out.
Marwyn relayed Aryan's response to the messenger who nodded. As Aryan was about go inside to get ready the messenger spoke again, "The Radiant Lady Rogare has sent this for you." He gave him a piece of paper.
Puzzled, Aryan looked as Marwyn took the message.
"This is highly unusual. From what I know the Lyseni do not send written messages." Marwyn said. He then opened the roll and started to read. A confused expression came on his face. Marwyn said, "Strange. I know many languages. But I cannot make heads or tails of this one."
"Give me that." Aryan took the message and started to read.
'Mon amour (My love),
Je voudrais t'inviter toi et ton entourage à la maison Rogare. Je t'attends avec impatience. (I wish to invite you and your retinue at House Rogare. I look forward to see you.)
Ta bien-aimée pour toujours... (Your beloved forever)'
"It is an invitation to me, from her, the Lady Rogare." Aryan told Marwyn.
"How did you understand that?" Marwyn asked surprised.
"Why do look surprised? It is just French." Aryan replied dismissively.
Then suddenly it struck him. 'Wait, French?! What the hell?!'
The messenger Saluris had brought them to a large palace. White and pink colored sitting inside a beautiful garden.
"This is really a paradise." Aryan said. "The gardens are beautiful."
"I am sure my radiant Lady Rogare would be pleased at your compliments." Saluris said smiling.
Yes, the Lady Rogare or Gabriella Rogare. The almost similar name to his Gabi and the french personal invitation had sent his mind into a turmoil.
'Is this what Death said about my beloved waiting for me?' He mused
Soon they reached inside the doors that lead into a small hall which Saluris referred to as the private hall of Drysalo Rogare. Inside Aryan saw a lavishly decorated hall with tapestries and carpets. While Westerosi used chairs to seat dignitaries, the Essosi used mattresses. Inside the hall on a raised platform was seated a man with pale silver hair and blue eyes. Two beautiful slave girls stood behind him fanning him. A boy stood kneeling near him bearing a plate of fruits.
Saluris announced their presence. "Your magnificence, presenting before you, Aryan Stark the Lord of the Northern Realms, his vassal Lord Wyman Manderly and the knowledge bearer Grandmaester Marwyn." After which he went out closing the door.
"Welcome to my humble abode, my Lords. I am Drysalo Rogare." The man they had been looking for introduced himself and led them to their seats.
Aryan looked over the man. All the magisters he had come across till now were fat and bulky. With double chins, jiggling chest and rotund bellies. But this Drysalo was fit. Though there were some wrinkles on his face but he looked fit and energetic with a cheerful face. But Aryan noticed the intelligence in his eyes.
"We are very pleased to meet the famous Drysalo Rogare." Aryan greeted their host.
"You seem to be very surprised for some reason." Drysalo asked noticing Aryan's expression.
"It's nothing. All the magisters we met till today were not exactly in good shape. Fat and gluttonous. But you unlike them, you are in great shape." Aryan asked.
Drysalo laughed. "Oh, you can thank my daughter for that. Believe me when I say this, once I too resembled them. But my daughter once told me that too much fat will lead me to an early grave. And considering that all the newfound power and wealth of House Rogare is in someway because of her, I followed her advice. And I have not regretted anything since then."
Aryan looked thoughtful while Marwyn said, "Your daughter is quite wise."
"Yes my Gabriella. They call her the Star of Lys." Drysalo said.
Aryan raised an eyebrow. He had heard that term many times here.
"Your Magnificence, we are here to propose the setting up of a Trading Center here." Wyman said getting to the point.
"Ah, yes. I have heard. News travels fast here. We will talk about this later. Till then, you are our guests. I have arranged for your things to be brought here. Why don't you enjoy our hospitality for today? We will talk about this tomorrow. I will bring a few more magisters for discussions." Drysalo suggested.
"That is reasonable. I am still thankful for agreeing to meet us." Aryan said as Wyman went out to instruct the guards.
"You may be surprised but you are quite well known here." Drysalo said with a smile.
"I find that hard to believe." Aryan said with a frown.
Drysalo laughed and said, "Aryan Stark the one who is credited to have transformed the North from a barren wasteland to a powerful kingdom, the one who crushed the ironborn and earned the moniker 'The Bloody Wolf', the one who quite recently earned his own chain from the Citadel in just one day." Drysalo continued listing out many other things.
"You are well informed. But many of them were my uncle's achievement. I am after all still not of age." Aryan said with a smile.
"What I told you were first told by merchants who came to the North and was later confirmed by my own sources. And age is not a barrier for intelligence. My daughter has showed that to me." Drysao said.
"Your daughter sounds to be quite interesting. I hope to meet her." Aryan said.
"I am sure you would." Drysalo said. He then asked, "But do you know what the Lyseans are most thankful for?"
"For what?" Aryan asked.
Drysalo said in a grim voice, "The Ironborn or the squids as you call them. They used to attack us every now and then. But now, we have been safe from them for many years. For that, we are thankful to you."
"You are welcome. The Ironborns are a threat who never change their ways. They claim glory in raping and reaving. I had planned on exterminating them. Unfortunately there were people more powerful than me who prevented me from doing that. Coincidentally, those people were the ones who never have to deal with those scums" Aryan said.
"That is unfortunate. The world could have been a better place without them. Still, I am getting reports about an Iron Islander called 'Crow's Eye' who is causing terror in many places. Thankfully he is far from here for now. Last I heard, he was at Oros near the Smoking Sea." Drysalo said.
"Yes, Euron Greyjoy. He is the most dangerous of them all, a twisted and cunning man. I have been looking for him for some years. But he, somehow, remains elusive." Aryan told his host.
They both remained silent mulling over what they said. Then, Drysalo clapped his hands and Saluris came back. Drysalo ordered him, "Take our guests to their rooms and make sure that they have a good stay here. Show them the hospitality of Lys." The last part with a wink to Aryan.
Saluris led them out while Aryan's mind was fixed on Euron Greyjoy.
Aryan was standing in the balcony of the Rogare residence. When Drysalo mentioned the hospitality of Lys, Aryan did not know what to expect. But he thoroughly enjoyed it. Food, music and most importantly the Lyseni courtesans. They knew how to do their work. Beautiful with valyrian features whom Saluris described as the best of Lys. Two days had passed while waiting for Drysalo to get back to him. The waiting was making him impatient. Marwyn advised him to wait for some more time. Aryan was thinking about just using his magic to have Drysalo agree to his demand, but he decided to wait for some more time.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sudden feeling. A feeling he had not yet felt here since his rebirth. He felt an aura. Whoever the aura belonged to was approaching him. For some reason he felt a familiarity with that warm aura. He still prepared himself and pretended to look over at the people in the streets. And finally the aura was a few feet near him.
"'Arry." A very familiar feminine voice came.
He stiffened at that. 'That name and that accent. Only two person used to call me like that.' He thought. Slowly he turned around to face the speaker. His eyes widened and his jaws hung loose. He continued to gaze at her like that. Then gathering his wits he whispered, "Gabi."
There she stood, flanked on both sides by two female guards. Gabrielle Delacour, his former former lover and mother of his his children, stood in all her glory.
"Mon chéri." She said and came forward and hugged him. Aryan was still surprised at what had happened. But he hugged her back. Gabi started to babble in rapid french most of which went over his head. He then held her in front of his eyes, "Gabi. How? How are you here?"
He struggled to find words. He had realised a few years back after his conversation with Bloodraven that Gabrielle had suffered the most due to him. She had endure the Weasley's when they came to know that she had been Harry's lover. He had left her after that. And when he met her again after few years, he came to know that she had given him two daughters. After staying with her for sometime and giving her false promises he abandoned her and their children.
She said sobbing, "It is a long story." She then continued to look at him with teary eyes. Composing herself she wiped her tears and then looked at back and addressed her guards, "Leave us alone. Make sure that no body disturbs us." The two female guards bowed and went outside.
She led him to one of the seats and both of them sat down. She never removed her grip from him. Gabi then said, "I have waited for you for long mon chéri."
"I too missed you baby. What is your name here in this world?" Aryan asked.
"I am Gabriella Rogare, eldest daughter of Drysalo Rogare." She replied.
"The Star of Lys. I should have guessed that from your name when I first heard it." Aryan said with a smile.
"It was convenient. My veela features are similar to those Valyrians here." Gabi said.
Aryan asked, "And your name? Is it a coincidence that Gabriella sounds almost similar to Gabrielle?"
She answered, "It was coincidental, I assure you. I like your new name 'Aryan'. Now I can easily call you 'Arry. It will be like a short form of your name."
"How did you arrive here? Please tell me." He begged.
She suddenly gained a faraway look for some time. Then she began to explain. "One thing I had not told you is that you are my mate 'Arry."
"A mate? Like Bill is to Fleur?" He asked puzzled.
"Of course not. Getting married does not make one a Veela's mate. It requires a Veela's complete trust. William is not Fleur's mate as far as I know." Gabi said.
"A Veela's trust? I had not done anything to gather your trust baby. In fact I had realised that what I had done to you was horrible. I took advantage of you at a young age. Then I left you pregnant. Even when I knew that we had two daughters I left you alone and went after my own pursuits." Aryan told her in a remorseful tone.
"Non, 'Arry. Don't apologise. Firstly we were both consenting adults when we got intimate. Secondly, I was not some starry eyed girl who you took advantage of. Whenever I used to visit Fleur she used to tell me how miserable you were in you marriage. She is really perceptive and protective of you. You would not believe, I had asked her permission about starting a relationship with you even if it was an extramarital affair and she agreed." She told him.
Thinking about Fleur's relationship with her sister-in-law Aryan smiled, "Ginny never liked Fleur and she has expressed her dislike quite so many times. I guess Fleur finally stopped her attempt to impress Ginny and realised that herself. Now when I reflect on those time I think Ginny always felt insecure in front of Fleur's charm."
"I think you are right. After the first few months of our relationship I had made you my mate. One of the side effects of that is that I can understand your emotions due to being a Veela. Even if you had used you occlumency skills it would not have worked. I found that your mind has been fractured. Your were showing everyone around you a mask while inside you were in turmoil fed up with everyone. I knew that you would leave everyone even me. That is why I decided to have you with myself for as long as I could. You needed to find solace for yourself. That is why I did not inform you about our children, not wanting to burden you."
"Still, it does not make it right Gabi. I must have been there for you. The few years I spent with you and our children in France were some of the best moments of my last life. Thank you for that. I hope our daughters did not hate me for abandoning them with you." Aryan said with tears.
"Non, mon coeur. They are Veelas too. I had told them about you and they loved you very much." She said hugging him and crying herself.
They continued their embrace for sometime. Then Aryan asked, "What happened when I left?"
"When a Veela make someone her mate, her life gets tied up with her mate. That is what happened. When you jumped through the Veil of Death you died in that world. I knew at that moment that you were gone. And my life force started to slip. And within a few hours I too died in that world." she said.
"And our daughters?" He asked.
"Don't worry. They are safe with papa and maman. In fact, they are happy with the new grandchildren." Gabi said.
"I am so sorry for that. Had I known about me being your mate I would not have done so. And we could have lived as a family somewhere." Aryan said.
"And you would've never been happy. Rather you, as always, would have sacrificed every thing for our happiness. I did not want that mon coeur. I wanted you to be happy. That is why I did not stop you even when I knew that I will never see you again." She said.
Aryan looked away for sometime. Then asked, "How did you know that I went through the Veil?"
"Death." She said. She then started to explain.
(Flashback)
"I had been waiting for you." the raspy voice of Death spoke in a dark realm.
"Who are you? And where am I?" Gabi asked startled.
"Hahaha. You are in my realm. And I am Death." Death said.
"So you are here to take my soul away." She asked.
"We will get back to that part later. First don't you want to know what happened to your mate?" Death asked.
"He died." She said sadly.
Death began to explain, "He did not die. He jumped into my instrument in he mortal realm. The Veil of Death as the mortals call it. But it is more than that. Your lover had studied about it and then he jumped. Yes, it stil makes him dead in that world. But I had offered him to reborn in another world to have a new life."
"I hope he will be happy there." She wished.
"Hmm. I had been watching you. You did everything you could to keep him happy even though you knew that he will one day leave you. For that you will have my respect. As he is the Master of Death I ought to keep him happy. So do you want to be born in that world and have a new life with him? A better life." Death asked.
Without any thinking she said, "Yes. I will take that offer. Thank you."
"Like him you will also be born with you memories and you Veela abilities. Sadly you will not have your magical abilities." Death stated.
"I am ready to accept any of your conditions to be with him. But how will I find him?" Gabi asked eagerly.
Death laughed out loud and said, "Your mate bond will remain in that world so that you can recognise him. Your lover has an ability. He becomes famous without even trying. You will be able to know about him. When the time comes, you will meet him. After that ,it is up to the both of you if you want to start a new life together."
(Flashback Ends)
"And then, I was born here. The North, your Kingdom is making news everywhere. And you have been the reason for that. I realised that it was you I was waiting for. And when you came to Lys, my connection to your emotions became strong enough and I confirmed that you are my 'Arry for who I was waiting for."
Aryan hugged her again which she eagerly returned. He said, "Gods Gabi. I would be a fool if I wasted this chance of my life with you. Death had told me about my beloved waiting for me. At that time I did not know that it was you."
She beamed and Aryan could feel her allure suddenly lashing out. He dropped his shields and allowed the allure to affect his mind. Suddenly his mind was filled with passion and lust. He started to kiss her. Gabi returned the kiss with equal passion as she adjusted her seat on to his lap. They kissed each other for quite some time while taking moments to breath and gaze at each other.
Suddenly Aryan realized something and his mood dampened. Gabriella realised his mood change. She asked, "What happened?"
He said slowly, "I wish I could marry and take you with me now itself. But it is somewhat difficult and it will take a few years. Besides it will also require your father's consent."
"My father's consent would be no problem at all. While he had worked hard to gain the lost Rogare wealth and prestige. I had helped him too. Whenever he deals with other merchants he sometimes calls me to introduce to them. I just use my allure and his deals went in his favor. He realised that somehow I was able to make the others agree to him. So he started to involve me in his meetings. Since I am experienced in financial dealings of Papa's business and Veela colony I was able to bring him profit. So he values my suggestions and will accept your proposal." Gabi said smilingly.
"And if he does not still listen I can simply use my magic on him." Aryan said.
"Don't do that 'Arry. He is my father and I have come to love him very much. Leave it to me. Now what about your problems?" She asked.
Aryan first told her about Westeros and its customs. He said, "The Northerners expect me to marry a Northern girl. My father and uncle married outside the North. So they expect me to marry a Northern girl. Granted I can easily marry without considering any of them but it will create discontent. But I do have a plan for that."
"What is the plan?" She asked.
"When I return North, I am going to make sure there are not eligible girls for me. I will make sure that all of them are engaged to the Heirs of other Northern lords using liberal amounts of magic. So marrying you will not cause any problems. But there is another situation." He then explained about Arianne situation.
"Then, marry her too." She said astounding him.
He gaped at her. Then shaking his head he asked, "I am sorry. But did you that say 'marry her too'?"
"Yes, beloved. Staying at the Veela colony I had some intimate moments with other Veelas and have come to appreciate it. Here also I have a few female lovers to pleasure me. This Arianne you are telling me about sounds like she and I will easily get along. So it is no problem at all for me. And her children will rule Dorne while mine will rule the Northern Realms so there will be no problem for succession."
Aryan continued to gaze at her and said, "I must think on this."
At that moment one of her guards came and spoke, "Your father requests your presence my lady."
Gabi sighed and dismissed her. She spoke to Aryan, "We will meet later mon cheri. I need to go to father."
Aryan nodded and kissed her again promising to wait for her. She then went away with a swing of her hips drawing his attention.
'Finally'. He thought as the messenger left. He had been summoned by Drysalo Rogare for their meeting. Aryan dressed himself and walked out. There he saw Wyman and Marwyn waiting for him.
"It seems our wait is over." Aryan announced.
"Of course, Lord Stark." Both of them said and walked behind him.
Gabi had invited him for a private dinner yesterday. They had caught up with their lives till now. He had learnt about the Rogare family from Gabi. Drysalo Rogare the current head was shrewd and a practical man but with a good heart. He had struggled hard to bring their house back to its glory. His wife was a wealthy Lyseni merchant's daughter. Together they had three children. Gabi was the eldest. She had a younger brother and sister. Her mother had taken the younger children with her to meet her father for a few days.
Gabi had told him about the situation. Lys was on the way of gaining the control of the Disputed Lands. But Tyrosh with the help of Volantis may pose a threat. Gabi had told him that if he could anyway solve this problem and help securing the Disputed Lands for Lys, Drysalo would be very pleased and will do whatever Aryan wished. So keeping that in mind he walked into the meeting chambers. He expected a few others from Drysalo's side but was surprised to see only a grim and hardy man along with Gabriella sitting on both sides of Drysalo Rogare.
Noticing their presence Drysalo welcomed them, "Welcome my friends. I apologise for making you wait for so long."
"It is quite all right. It must have been a very important state affair." Aryan said waving off Drysalo's apology. He took a seat and immediately cast a charm against any eavesdropper.
"You are too kind Lord Stark." Drysalo said. "My daughter had told me about your proposal. I must say I am impressed. I had heard about the one at Bravos and how profitable it is. And I am thankful to you for choosing Lys for your ambitious Trading Centre."
"Thank you Lady Gabriella." Aryan said to Gabi winking at her. Then turning to Drysalo asked, "So what is your decision?"
"Before I come to that, first we must discuss the trade and profit from this venture." Drysalo said.
"Hmm. I believe that is fair." Aryan said and nodded to Wyman Manderly.
The unofficial economist of the North started to lay off the terms and conditions and the money regarding the Trading Centre. Drysalo too being the merchant he was listened carefully and then haggled for for a better part at some places. Eventually after some time they came at a decision where both parties agreed to.
"Now that is settled we move to the next part. May I request to talk to you privately this time Lord Stark?" Drysalo asked.
Aryan raised his eyebrows and looked at Gabi discreetly. She nodded at him. So he indicated for both Wyman and Marwyn to leave him. Both of left promptly.
"I apologise for that Lord Stark. For the next part involves some important and sensitive matters which you may share with your trusted men after you leave this room." Drysalo said.
Aryan nodded. Gabi rose from her seat then indicating to the only other occupant in the room other than him and the Rogares said, "This is Morin Stark."
Aryan blinked at that and said, "I was not aware of any more Starks than those in the North."
The man rose from his seat and bowed to him. Then said, "Lord Aryan Stark, I am Morin Stark. I am the Commander of the Company of the Rose."
Connecting the dots from his knowledge of history he surmised,"Oh. Then you must be one of the descendants of the Stark who along many others preferred self exile rather than bend the knee to Aegon when Torrhen Stark bent the knee."
"You are indeed correct Lord Stark. You will find many Umbers, Ryswells, Dustins and many others too in the Company of Rose. For nearly 300 years we chose self-exile and swore that we will only return when a Stark sits on the Throne of Winter while wearing the Crown of Winter and being named the King in the North. 'We know no King but the King in the North whose name is Stark'" Morin said.
'Your generation may be the lucky ones to return to our lands.' "Strange. You did not mention the Boltons." Aryan asked curiously.
"No Bolton came with us when we chose self exile." Morin said in disgust.
Aryan sighed in relief and said, "Thank the gods. You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. The Bolton line is extinct and their lands were redistributed. I did not want to deal with any future Bolton coming to present a claim and continue the line of the Red Kings."
Both of them laughed at that.
"I am sure you would like to share tales with each other. But perhaps we could get over our talks first." Drysalo suggested.
"I apologise for that. What is it that you wish to discuss?" Aryan asked.
"I would request your aid regarding the Disputed Lands." Drysalo stated.
"Huh? I am not sure what you mean by that." Aryan asked feigning ignorance.
"As you know, Lys, Tyrosh and Myr has been quarreling over the disputed lands for centuries. But you gave us an opening which we have used to gain advantage over claiming the disputed lands." Drysalo said with a smile.
"What opening did I give you?" He asked though he guessed the answer.
Smiling mysteriously Drysalo said, "As you profited from your glass production and trade, Myr started to feel its effects. Their magister conclave then decided to try toassassinate you and failed. Then you retaliated in the same way and most of the powerful magisters died."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Aryan said not confirming to Drysalo's facts even though he trusted Gabi. He saw Morin snorting silently.
"What I want to say is that you and the Kingdom of North or the Northern Realms as you say are very powerful. I have consulted my own men along with my dear daughter and Morin regarding this matter. Myr will not rise against us, not with the chaos you spread there. We can handle Tyrosh. But we are concerned about Volantis." Drysalo said.
"You are worried that Volantis may aid Tyrosh against you. Volantis has been profiting from the fighting among you three. Now that Lys is finally about to conquer the Disputed Lands, trade in Volantis may suffer." Aryan surmised.
Drysalo gained an astonished look. Then slowly said, "You are rather well informed. Now I see what my daughter sees in you. Yes, you are correct. The Northern Realms are rising to power under your leadership. So would like an alliance with you for aid against Volantis?"
"How many men do you possess? " Aryan asked Lys.
"We do not send our people to battle. We hire mercenary companies. I had hired the Company of Rose with almost thirteen thousand men to our side. So far we have the upper hand."
"What is the military power of Volantis?" Aryan asked.
Morin Stark said, " Volantis has a fleet of hundred ships mostly trade galleys. Along with its own slave army of about thirty thousand and another five thousand from mercenary companies."
"They can't send all their men, they can at the maximum bring twenty thousand and from what I heard of the Company of the Rose, twenty thousand slaves and average mercenary doesn't sound that difficult for you, Commander Morin." Aryan said.
Gabriella said, "You are right about that part Lord Stark. But we had some troubling news yesterday."
"My daughter says the truth. From our sources we had heard that Volantis is negotiating with the Golden Company." Drysalo said.
"Now that is troubling news." Aryan agreed remembering about the Golden Company.
The Golden Company was a company of sellswords founded by the Great Bastard, Aegor Rivers, known as "Bittersteel" a legitimized bastard of King Aegon IV Targaryen, after he fled Westeros with the younger sons of Daemon I Blackfyre at the end of the First Blackfyre Rebellion. They are considered the largest, most famous, and most expensive sellsword or mercenary company in the Free Cities. The current captain-general is Harry Strickland. Despite the notorious unreliability of sellswords, the Golden Company was known to have never broken a contract. Their motto is "Our word is good as gold" while their war cry, "Beneath the gold, the bitter steel", pays homage to their founder. With a force consisting of twenty thousand men, several thousands horses and a number of elephants, the Golden Company was known as the most powerful sellsword company.
"Now you see the problem Lord Stark. We can hold the fort for now. But if the Golden Company involves themselves then everything will go down." Morin Stark said.
"Why didn't you hire the Golden Company yourself?" He asked Drysalo.
Gabriella said, "He tried. But for some reason the commanders were not interested."
"Hmm. Seems like someone powerful is against Lys." Aryan said. Then looking at Morin asked, "What kind of aid are we talking about? You know I cannot openly support you. At least for now."
"We need more men, weapons and of course ships. All of them at the earliest." Morin said.
Aryan started to think about all what he heard. He formulated a plan. Then looking at Morin he said, "It will take time to provide what you have asked. By that time, it is possible they would already attack us. So what we need, is time."
They all nodded back at him. He further added, "Since I am already investing so much I have my own terms and conditions."
Drysalo frowned while Morin just raised his eyebrows.
"What do you want?" Gabriella asked.
"First I want the Company of the Rose to be under the ownership of House Stark." He stated.
"What? How dare you? We are a free sellsword company. If you think you can bring us under your thumb then you are mistaken." Morin roared.
Aryan shook his head. Then said, "Look I am making an investment here. So I need to see my profit too. Don't worry. You will have your autonomy. But I want you as my power for any future endeavors in Essos."
Before Morin could rant again Gabriella spoke, "Anything else?"
"Yes. I have heard that the Disputed Lands are fertile. So I would like to set up the Northern Trading Centre there along with a large tract of land." Aryan said.
"Why do you need land there?" Drysalo asked.
"The climate in the North makes it difficult for the farming of certain products. But the warm climate here is ideal for them. So the land here would be used for farming. The Trading Centre set up would be used as a headquarters for the Company of the Rose to protect the Disputed Lands. I am willing to provide you a hundred ships, enough armor and weapons along with five thousand men throughout the year. I am also willing to contribute with Lys to buy a thousand Unsullied for the defense of the Disputed Lands." Aryan said.
"So you need us to protect the Disputed Lands and your holdings?" Morin asked calmly.
"Yes. Like I said your primary purpose is to protect the Disputed Lands' holdings. You can accept contracts when you are sure that there is no immediate threat to our holding. But if I call you for assistance here or in Westeros I want you to answer my call." Aryan further clarified.
"That is a rather generous offer." Gabriella said with a smile.
Drysalo added, "Your suggestion about the Unsullied is a good one. Lys can procure three thousand Unsullied easily."
"The Unsullied can act as a defensive force while the Company of the Rose goes on the offensive. This way the Disputed Lands will be secure in your hands. In time, you can fortify it and build defenses." Aryan told Drysalo. He then started to explain in detail. Both Drysalo and Morin looked impressed.
Morin Stark finally said, "When I first heard about your campaign against those Ironborn cunts, I had thought that your achievements were exaggerated. Now, hearing about your military plans and strategies, I understand why they call you the Bloody Wolf."
Drysalo asked, "Even if we accept your conditions, as you said it will take almost a year to bulk up the Company. What if Volantis attacks us before that?"
"Volantis will not attack you. Leave that to me." Aryan assured them with a smile.
Drysalo then announced, "In that case, I accept your demand. It is fair considering the assistance you are providing us. The conclave will agree."
"I also agree to your reasoning Lord Stark. While I don't think there would be any resistance about you seeking ownership of the Company, I would still like to discuss with the others." Morin reasoned. "I think it would be beneficial if you spoke to them."
"I would do that." Aryan assured him.
Drysalo announced, "To seal this deal I would like to propose a marriage between you and my dear daughter Gabriella."
"Thank you for that. I would be honored to take the Star of Lys as my wife." Aryan said thanking him while Gabi blushed. Then gaining a serious expression he said, "But I would like to ask for a period of two years before that. There are certain matters to be settled back in the North before my marriage."
Before Drysalo could ask why Gabi interjected, "Of course Lord Stark. I will be eagerly waiting for your word."
"In the mean time I would request you to send a formal marriage proposal to my Uncle and Regent, Eddard Stark." Aryan announced. Drysalo agreed to that.
Later after further discussion on their plans, they parted ways. From there, Aryan accompanied Morin towards the camp of the commanders of the Company. There he met a few more Starks, along with the descendants of the other Houses. They had a warm reunion. Aryan told them about the recent developments in the North. All of them were happy to hear that. Aryan then invited them to visit the North and meet their relatives but they answered that they would only return when the terms of the Company's oaths are completed. After that, Morin told them about Aryan's proposal. Though there was some initial reluctance, they agreed when Aryan gave them a detailed explanation. He spent the night among them.
The next day, Aryan and Marwyn stood atop of one of the Rogare houses along with Gabriella. The Marauder was sailing away. Aryan had persuaded Wyman and his men with some subtle use of magic to go alone on his visit to Tyrosh, Pentos and finally Bravos where both parties will rendezvous. He told Wyman that he needed to make detailed negotiations with Drysalo to which the loyal Northerner reluctantly agreed to. At the same time he had convinced everyone in Lys using liberal use of magic that he had left with the Marauder. Only Gabi knew the truth.
"I think it is time we went. It will take Lord Wyman almost two months to reach Bravos. We should depart now." Marwyn said.
"Of course Marwyn. Where do you think we must begin?" Aryan asked with one hand on Gabi's waist. He had told Marwyn about her. Marwyn was elated as Aryan could now have another trustworthy partner with whom he could share all his secrets.
"I think, my Lord, that we must begin with Valyria. From there to the free cities." Marwyn said.
"Be careful mon chéri. The place is poisonous and cursed. I had inquired about that place as it had fascinated me. Sadly, people fear to even go down the place." Gabi said sadly with her head pressed to Aryan's chest.
Marwyn said facing away from them, "It is true. The power of the Doom was so great that the sea near the water still boils, hence the name the Smoking Sea."
"How near can we get to Valyria?" Aryan asked.
"There is a small settlement at the tip of the Lands of the Long Summer, called Oros. While once it was a sprawling city but Doom of Valyria affected Oros too. It is just a small settlement now, with most buildings in ruins. We could reach there and from there go towards Valyria." Marwyn explained.
Aryan declared, "So be it then. Let us not make any more delays."
Then looking at Gabi he said, "My love, wait for sometime more. Then we would be together again. Besides I have given you the mirror and we can easily talk to each other."
"I will be waiting for you mon chéri." She said. Then she proceeded to kiss him fervently which he returned.
After some time they separated. Aryan nodded to her. Then he started to glean about Oros from Marwyn's head. Taking Marwyn's hand and concentrating at his destination he dissapparated. He heard a faint whisper from Gabi, "Be safe."
~
The Summer Sea
A red, lean and fearsome galley with a single mast, black sails, and dark red hull cruised through the warm waters. On the prow was a mouthless maiden of black iron with long legs, slender waist, high breasts and mother-of-pearl eyes.
On the red colored deck stood a handsome may with a patch over his left eye. He looked into the horizon with a maniac expression. The deck was full of sailors busy with their chores.
Turning his attention to them he said, "My dear men. Our destination is near. In a couple of weeks we will be in Valyria, the doomed city, where no living dares to go. But we will be the first in a long time. You, my men, will get the honor of laying down your lives for me when we reach there." He then started to laugh loud.
This infamous ship was called 'the Silence', captained by the even more infamous captain Euron Greyjoy the 'Crow's Eye".
"I am sure you all will be very happy and joyous to hear that. You must be so happy that you are unable to express words to thank me properly." Euron said. "But don't worry. I am magnanimous and understanding. I know what is going through your heads."
A few sailors gulped and started to hurry in their work not daring to meet their captain's eyes who seemed to be in a monologue of his own.
Finally he announced with a smile, "Whoever thanks me properly, I will give him riches enough to become a Lord at my home."
Nobody answered. Euron frowned and asked, "Nobody? Come on ! Somebody speak out. Has someone got your tongues?"
Still nobody came forward as they bent down doing their work. A rumbling laugh came from Euron's mouth and he spoke, "Of course, how could I forget? I got all your tongues." He then grabbed the nearest sailor and pressed his throat prompting him to open his mouth. The man did not have a tongue. After admiring his handiwork for sometime Euron then threw the gasping man down. The man immediately scrambled away.
Laughing to himself he stood at the wheel of the ship. Almost five years had passed after his foolish brother had lost against the Greenlanders. Balon's whole scheme had went down like a sinking ship. Only his plan about burning Lannisport was the only small success they had in the whole campaign. He had expected resistance from the Lannisters. But it was the North that surprised them. They had not heeded the information that the North was slowly getting powerful and thought that they could easily attack the North. But not only they were unable to attack or capture a single fort in the North, the Northerners retaliated swiftly and ruthlessly and almost massacred three of their islands. He later heard that it was only because of the Hand of the King Jon Arryn that the Ironborn were spared. The Northerners were ready to kill all the ironborn to the last man. All this under the leadership of a twelve year old boy named Aryan Stark. By the time Balon bent the knee, Euron had already escaped knowing Tywin would be looking for him. But Euron had gained appreciation towards Aryan Stark for his ruthlessness. He had learned from Balon's foolishness that the Ironborn cannot rise against the combined power of Westeros alone. They needed something more, more powerful enough to massacre armies. He had visited many places from Qarth to Asshai in search of such a power. All had pointed him towards one place. 'Valyria.' The ancient city which was now doomed.
So, he was on his way to Valyria in search of gaining the only thing which can aid him in his conquest of Westeros and make him known as Euron the Conqueror, Dragons. He had captured a few warlocks from Qarth and a few priests of R'hllor. He had tortured them enough that they had finally cracked. So he now had knowledge of gaining his own dragon. Soon the world will tremble before his might.
~
Water Gardens, Dorne
Doran Martell was once again sitting at his usual place seemingly enjoying the days which had become easier for him. Oberyn had given him the medicines given by Aryan. Doran had started to take the medicines and soon the swelling and pain in his joints reduced. While his condition remained the same he enjoyed the lack of pain these days. He knew that he should be grateful for the medicines but his revengeful mind did not consider that.
Actually his mind was elsewhere. His daughter had returned form Starfall two months ago. She gave him a rather good description of Aryan Stark. For what she said and what he knew from his own sources he concluded that Aryan Stark was a player. A rather good one at that, who was now one of the most powerful men in Westeros.
While he now he had a good picture and knowledge of Aryan Stark, he was facing a problem. His plan to kill Alric Dayne and have his heir Edric as a ward at Starfall had failed spectacularly. Alric had sent his heir North with his nephew Aryan as a ward of Eddard Stark. Doran could not do anything against it. Now, even if Gerold became the Steward of House Dayne, without approval from Eddard Stark he could not take any important decisions, which was a major blow to him. But Doran was patient. He knew if one door closed another would soon open and he was waiting for that door.
He was interrupted from his thoughts by someone addressing him. "Prince Doran, I am here to speak to you about a rather important matter."
"What is it Maester Caleotte? Any important news?" Doran asked calmly.
"It is regarding Princess Arianne." Caleotte said nervously.
With a slight panic Doran asked, "What has my daughter done now?"
"She is with a child." Caleotte said.
"What?" He asked, stunned.
"Though she never approached me about it. But I am experienced and have been serving since your mother, Princess Loreza, ruled Dorne. She suffers from morning sickness along with other conditions which are common in a pregnant woman. From one of the servant woman, I have also known that she did not have her moon's blood for two moons. Hence I have concluded that she is pregnant." The old Maester confirmed.
Doran felt a rage building inside him. His own daughter has done this to him.
"Hotah." He spoke to his bodyguard. "We leave for Sunspear tomorrow."
He was impatiently waiting for his Arianne at his solar. Finally, after sometime, Arianne came and as usual hugged him and kissed his cheeks.
"I missed you father." She said.
"Good to see you Arianne. How are you?" He asked.
"I am good father. Why did you want to see me?" Arianne asked innocently.
"Was I not a good father to you my daughter?" He asked.
She looked surprised, "What are you saying father?"
"Why would you do this to me?" He asked again.
"I do not understand." She repeated.
"Are you with child?" He asked in a clipped tone.
She sputtered at that for a moment. He expected a denial. Instead she asked, "How did you know?"
"Stupid girl, did you think you could hide something like that for long? What were you thinking?" He asked angrily.
"Hmm. So Maester Caleotte told you. I must give him credit for discovering about my pregnancy even after I did my best to hide it from him." She said mockingly.
"Who fucked you? Who is responsible for it?" Doran asked.
"If you must know we made love, we did not fuck, sweet father." Arianne said.
He had guessed from the time frame that there could only be one person who could have done the deed. So he asked Arianne for confirmation, "It was the Stark boy wasn't it?"
"What if it is?" She asked defiantly.
"You will immediately get rid of the child. I have instructed Caleotte." Doran announced.
"I most certainly will not father." Arianne said getting up.
"You are trying to disgrace yourself and Dorne as a whole." Doran said.
She laughed mirthlessly, "Please father. This is Dorne. There has been enough Princess here who had bore children before wedlock. And let us not forget about the Bloody Wolf's possible reaction to his child's death."
Doran did not bother to counter that. Instead he asked calmly, "Why did you do this daughter?"
"To escape from you father." She said.
He looked surprised. "Please explain my dear." He asked resignedly.
"I had been thinking about your attitude towards me. Women my age are getting married and have children but you are just bringing old fossils as potential suitors. Then, I one day searched this solar and found a secret compartment in that table." She said indicating to the table in front of Doran.
Suddenly his eyes widened. 'She didn't'. He prayed.
"I found the marriage proposal you signed for me with Viserys Targaryen." She spat.
"How did you know about the compartment?" He asked.
"I was desperate and was searching for answers. And the Gods helped me." She said.
She continued, "Dorne had suffered enough from the whims of the Targaryens. Aunt Elia died brutally. Why do you want to condemn me too into a life with them?"
"We share the same blood Arianne. The blood of the dragons flow through our veins too. Don't you want revenge for Elia?" He asked.
"I loved aunt Elia father. That does not mean that I am going to sacrifice my life for that revenge. A foolish plan from your part. How do you expect to go against the rest of the seven Kingdoms in support of Targaryens is beyond me." Arianne said.
"The Lions, the Stags, the Wolves and everyone else will soon fight each other. When they are tired and weak we will have our revenge." Doran said firmly.
"And then what? You will attack them? What if they unite against us?" She asked. "You also forget that each of those house have veteran and experienced commanders to lead them. What about us?"
"Your Uncle Oberyn will lead ours." Doran told her.
"Do you think that his experience in those Sellsword companies is enough to go against the might of the rest of the seven Kingdoms?" Arianne asked mocking.
"Enough ! Get out of my sight now." He said tired of arguing with her.
"Yes father. But you will not harm my child." She declared wrapping her hands over her stomach and slowly retreated out of the room.
'We will see about that my dear.' Doran thought.
Just then, the door opened and Oberyn came in.
"Brother." He said acknowledging the Red Viper.
"How much did you hear?" Doran asked.
"Enough to know that my niece got knocked up by the Bloody Wolf. And that she has learned about your plans and she is not happy with her place in those plans." Oberyn said plopping down on a chair.
"I hope you are still with me on our plans Oberyn." Doran asked him.
"I am with you brother. But I must also agree to Arianne's reasoning. There is no need for us to ally with the Dragons. They have given us enough suffering for a lifetime. We can ally with the..." Oberyn advised his brother.
"Enough. Not one more word on that." Doran said. " I gave you just one task, to make sure Arianne remains a maiden."
"In my defence, I made sure she was one when we left Starfall. She must have dallied with him when we returned to Sunspear." Oberyn retorted. "Besides I think that this is a good scheme from her. Now we have a chance of getting her married to Aryan Stark. One word to the Regent Eddard Stark and the honorable Ned Stark would ensure that his nephew marries the woman he dishonored. And we gain a powerful ally."
"You seem to be speaking in favour of the Wolves these days. Why? Is there something I should know brother?" Doran asked with narrowed eyes.
"I am always loyal to you brother. It is just that over the years I have come to realise that the Starks are blameless for what happened to Elia and her children. Also I recently figured out a way to get a partial revenge from the Lannisters." Oberyn said
"What are you talking about?" Doran asked.
Getting up from his seat, Oberyn smiled and said, " You will know about it in time."
"Don't do anything foolish." Doran warned.
"Oh. I assure you, it is not foolish. And it will be successful." Oberyn assured him as he went out. As he opened the doors be turned and warned Doran," Don't do anything foolish with Arianne. You will lose her like your wife Mellario."
Oberyn then slammed the doors leaving Doran to his pondering.
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