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~~~Valka Leveau, Eighth Moon, 277 AC~~~

~~~Hunting Camp, Crakehall~~~

Long had been my path, extensive from the dawn of my biome, to the first human settlements I had encountered after becoming what I am today.

Years of intense struggle, wars, and death, had created a dent in me... In all witches in fact, so much so that even knowing the whereabouts of our former families, we decided to self-exile to the swamps, so much was the internal struggle of our hearts, if we had one in the first place, that even meeting other witches produced repulsion in us.

Hatred of what we saw, because that was what we looked like too, it was seeing our reflections, our struggles, our new nature. And we hated that. Because with it, it brought struggle and sleeplessness.

But now? Now we were free of it all, free to walk in the sunlight again without fear of attack, free to choose our destiny, our life... And all because of a man who possessed the same gifts as that being who owned our old world.

Even if he did not realize it. How ironic, Azrael had often wondered the origin of his gift, his power, why he had come here, but he did not know or did not want to realize that perhaps he was the only reason for it. But that was something he would have to discover on his own. Luckily for him, I would be there, because only Notch knew what the fool would do, as he was very good at not realizing things.

Speaking of Azrael, just now Stella, a witch who had accompanied us to Westeros, was informing him of the latest important things; "The beast brutally attacked him, Your Majesty, the boy will not survive." Of course, he will not survive, the poor child suffered a great shock.

I had seen the Great Ape a few times at the Zoo, being able to see how he bent the steel bars of his cage like twigs, it was obvious that the moment Azrael ordered the beast to attack the boy, he would not come out of it unscathed.

"Qrano, can you go find Lord Rickard and ask him to come?" Azrael turned to Qrano, one of his Blood Riders, and who to my mind, was the most serious of the group. "Now? But they're about to serve the food already," well, at least as serious as can be expected from them, I suppose.

Azrael just looked at Qrano with a serious countenance and a raised eyebrow, which was worth Qrano's hesitation not to leave vanished instantly. The man got up and went in search of his horse to do as Azrael asked.

"Are you still angry?" Azrael asked, in my case, I continued to eat pistachios, "What I did... What I ordered that beast to do was for a reason, and I made sure the boy didn't die yet, it's already up to whether or not his father agrees to save the life of his firstborn." The very shameless one wiped the blame off on a man who would be very worried and devastated for his son's life.

"I didn't think you would be so cruel, so despot, he's just a boy, he's only twelve years old Azrael, he's just a mere child still, and don't tell me you're encouraging character because you'll make him punch you in the face." I threatened him I hadn't agreed with his course of action of course. I knew what he was planning the moment he found out the boy would be participating in the hunt. And that made me guilty, too.

But now, knowing that the boy was suffering in life and that his father was no doubt suffering from seeing his son that way, only made my guilt intensify. And it wasn't that I was no stranger to pain and suffering because I had caused it too, I had done it with those slavers, those pests of the world who called themselves people.

But this? This was just cruelty to make a profit that I could very possibly get just by offering gold or bread, but no, the very ruffian decided to send the beast to attack the poor boy so he could be at a great advantage in getting what he wanted from Lord Rickard. What a man Azrael was showing himself to be by the time we got here, and we had only lasted a few days.

"This is Game of Thrones, love. Anything goes here," Game of Thrones, yes indeed. "It's amazing how we both wish we had children, Jaesyrian, but you keep taking them away from the others." My comment hit him hard, he looked at me with hardened eyes, but his lips trembled, for someone who wanted to have children with the woman he claimed to love, he enjoyed seeing other parents suffer for their children. The irony of life.

Soon the food was brought, and without waiting for more words from him, I decided to start serving food on my plate, I was no longer happy to continue conversing with Azrael about the possible death or life of a boy.

But Lord Rickard's arrival served to stop him from continuing, "Oh, Lord Rickard! Please join, there's food of all kinds," Azrael greeted Lord Rickard cheerfully the moment he saw him arrive, and even from a distance I could see the dark bags under the man's eyes, fatigue and accumulated stress must be taking their toll on his mind.

Qrano, on the other hand, was not interested in knowing the man's condition, for them, whatever Azrael did they would celebrate without a thought. He stepped off his steed and joined us at the table, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Thank you, King Jaesyrian, I don't mean to sound rude, but, I want to know the reason for your summons." Surely he was angry at being called at this time, the man was too worried about his son's health to be content to part with him because Azrael decided to call him just now.

Though the comment made Azrael's Blood Riders angry, to them, anything he might say or do were rules for them, and even if they sometimes got impatient to do something he asked them to do, as in Qrano's case of fetching Lord Rickard minutes before. They always ended up doing it, but seeing that Lord Rickard did not do it, but instead asked why Azrael called him, made the very devout angry.

Azrael, however, was not bothered by that, and considering he was the cause of Lord Rickard's son's condition, for him to get angry would be the last straw, "to talk about the bounty of the hunt, of course." He said as if it was obvious, and had the Northerners not been present, I would have laughed at Azrael's cynicism.

"Will you sit down... My lord?" This time, Azrael again asked Lord Rickard to sit down, but his voice sounded more authoritative than kind, and Lord Rickard, perhaps already weak-minded, decided not to fight the current any longer, but walked to the table and sat at the other end, along with his other son, Eddard, if he remembered correctly.

"Your son Brandon managed to hunt down the Great Ape, and that's a fantastic achievement, especially considering you're barely thirteen days old from the name, right?" Azrael began a quiet talk with a measured tone, which to my knowing ear, was more about boredom on his part.

"Fifteen," Lord Rickard replied with his constant cold and stiff tone, "he has fifteen days of the name."

"And he's already going around slaying beasts, he'll be quite the warrior," Azrael commented with a smile, which made my gaze harden, "and a good warrior will need a good sword, just as a wolf needs his claws."

"We were hoping that, if you have any requests on the design of the sword, please ask, the blacksmith needs to know that to start forging it and be delivered to you", using my 'softer' tone of voice to make him feel my sorrow for the state of his son, I explained to him about the matter of the sword. And the answer he gave me I did not expect.

"I don't want the sword." Lord Rickard replied with a curt tone, which made me confused, the sword was the prize of the hunt, the purpose of why his son was now bedridden, how would he refuse it now? "I don't understand, Lord Rickard, the sword is your son's, his prize, I see no reason to refuse it."

"My son will possibly not live at the end of the day, the maester has already given his ultimatum, a sword that reminds me of his death will not be welcome in my household, I don't mean to sound rude, Lady Valka, but your 'prize' brings me no comfort." Well, that was a complicated thing, while the sword would be a token of honor and glory in his home, he chose not to accept it because of the pain it would cause him to see it, and while I understood his pain, his stupidity seemed illogical to me.

"My father is right, Lady Valka, the sword will be a harsh reminder, but there may yet be use for the sword," Eddard, the boy who had so far remained silent, decided to speak as well, which earned him a curious look from Azrael, and a furious one from his father.

"And what would that be, young Stark?" I asked. "A trade, the sword for... One of your potions."

"No," was Azrael's simple reply, which made my gaze harden, "I am not obligated to do that, the potions of Xandar are a treasured commodity, even Netherite steel swords are not as valuable as potions, and I promised a sword, not a potion."

"But you can buy one, my lords, they only cost a thousand gold coins, I believe I know we brought some so that they can be delivered to you immediately." I gave an option, hoping that money would not be trouble for a supreme house of Westeros. "But we don't have that amount right now if you don't give them and wait for payment..."

"Eddard, shut up," Lord Rickard silenced his son on the spot, which made the poor boy slump in his seat, "what do you wish?"

"What do you mean, Lord Rickard?" Azrael asked, sipping some wine", What do you wish in return for the potion?" I want to this was what Azrael was getting at. To have the man held against the edge of a sword using his son as the means.

Azrael showed surprise, but I could see that this was what he wanted, all his plans, this was what he wanted to get to, and it worked out very well for him, for Lord Rickard had agreed without a problem.

"I want Moat Cailin."