Dragons Fill The Skies Ch 05

***Brienne***

Guarding King Bran's chamber doors after the king and Catlyn had returned after breakfast, Brienne had been standing for hours with her sword flipped on its head, tip touching the floor. Her hands gripped the handle of her sword, ready to use at a moment's notice. She looked down the hallway and in the direction of the stairs where she awaited for Podrick to come back and take over guard duties.

"Me and Pod have been switching posts every couple of hours and now this is my second time on guard duty. I can't believe those two In there have so much energy, Gods forgive me but I never took his grace to be so horny. He always looked so mentally distant but I suppose the right woman can bring out every man's true nature." Brienne thought.

She heard the sound of Podrick's familiar footsteps ascending the steps, he appeared walking out of the stairwell, and in his hands were two plates of food and two goblets in his other hand. On his belt, tied to it was a fat wineskin bag full of wine.

"Oh thank the Gods it's you Podrick, I was getting tired of standing and hearing those making literal animal noises."

"Who else would it be my lady? Here you go, I saved you a plate and I brought some wine for you. Rest easy now my lady, podrick is here to save your day."

"Oh yes please," Brienne said relieved, taking her half of food and drink. "They've been at since they finished breakfast, Podrick. I had to bring lunch up for them at the start of my turn and I don't think they ate it. How can two people have so much stamina, where do they get it from."

Podrick held back a lot of laughter, snickering and filling his cheeks with air. "Don't laugh Pod, this is serious," Brienne told him. Podrick laughed but reminded himself that their King was just behind the doors.

"I'm sorry my lady. This isn't as serious as it looks. I understand completely what the young king is going through. Bran, The King has been a child most of his life, only focusing on matters in The North with all of the ice monsters, prophecies, and everything else. Now that his legs finally work again, and his junk as well, he's just burning off the poison. Better to do it with a foreign beauty like Catlyn than with oneself."

"I understand that he's young and that he's found something he likes, but I just wish I could unhear all of her moaning, muffled screaming, and their bodies just--"

"Slapping against one another?" Podrick said, finishing her thought.

"Alright, that's enough. Im going to take my plate of food, my half of the drink and head back to my chambers. If you need me, you know where to find me Podrick."

Podrick took a seat on a wooden chair Brienne was using and dug into his plate of potatoes, rice, chicken, and beans. He heard Brienne's footsteps vanish down the stairwell the further she walked. Which gave him an interesting idea. He placed his plate and goblet down on the floor and slowly pressed the side of his head against the chamber doors. At first, he heard the sound of their heavy breathing, the slapping of two bodies and.

"Podrick! Respect their privacy" Brienne whispered sharply at him.

***Bran***

"Oh God, Hahh, Hnggh, Fuck me, my King, fuck me real good!"

"Hahh, ungghh, Rhaenyra, you're so fucking tight. If you keep squeezing me like that i'll--"

"You'll do what! Cum inside of me with your big fat CoOOCK, AAUGHH!!" Rhaenyra spoke smugly until feeling Bran's full might penetrating her deeper.

Bran fucked Rhaenyra harder, thrusting his hips ever faster at speeds no human was capable of. He held her up by the back of her legs, her back pressed against the wall as his groin slapped harder against her crotch. She bucked her hips forward to match his pounding thrusts.

"YES, YES YOUR GRACE! OH GOD YOUR SO FUCKING DEEP!"

With a deep groan, Bran pulled out of Rhaenyra and set her down. With an eager look on her face, she knelt before him, mouth open and tongue fully stretched out. Stroking himself, Bran shoved his cock inside her mouth, legs, and body shaking as he came inside her mouth, firing hot ropes of white seed.

Lying in bed together and in each other's embrace, Bran spoke while Rhaenyra listened.

"Sam wants a detailed description of the afterlife Rhaenyra. He wants to be the first maester to document where the soul goes after death."

"Your half-brother, Aegon Targaryen, seventh of his name, was stabbed repeatedly in his torso and stomach with the last knife going into his heart by a young boy in black. And he was brought back by The Lord of Light. Did I see his past correctly?" Rhaenyra asked, caressing Bran's chest with a hand.

"Yes, you did. Your ability to see is as strong as mine." Bran replied, kissing her forehead.

"One of my many gifts from my one true God. Isn't that right, My God" Rhaenyra said softly.

As she did, the entire room lost its light. It grew cold, a dark blue hue took over the room. Levitating candles that lit themselves appeared and at the foot of their bed a tall slender woman as pale as pale can be rose from beneath the floor. Covering her from head to toe was a black veil, its glowing burning eyes peering through the veil like a monster with yellow eyes."

"The gods and goddesses of your world, regardless of which island, land, cave, sea or mountain they originated from, exist in a plane of eternal day and night and each one of them is as selfish as any wounded man, looking only after itself. They bless those who fervently praise and glorify them with their whole heart. But for a hundred that are blessed, there are thousands and millions who despite being devoted and sacrificing to them, will go ignored forever. The god who brought back Aegon Targaryen, seventh of his name, was brought back to life by an avatar of The God of Life, my spouse. Life and Death are the two immutable laws, the rulers and truths of the entire universe. As light enters the eyes of a crying newborn, driving away the darkness; so too is that same light overtaken by the darkness in death by the sick and grey-headed."

Rhaenyra cozied up to Bran, smiling up at him and back at The Stranger. Bran felt honored and grateful to be in The Stranger's presence. They may be royalty, but in the presence of one of the true rulers of the whole universe, they were no different from the smallfolk. Equal in the presence of Death.

"Where did Aegon Targaryen go after dying," Rhaenyra asked.

"In death, he came to me, his soul coming to rest inside of my head. He was inside of The Land of Restful Dreams. You see, in death," The Stranger spoke, taking off its black cloak and revealing a pale naked body with different sections of its body either glowing or burning.

"Remember that The Stranger and Life are the parents of the monster living atop the world, in its kingdom of darkness. My last piece was offered to my God, and I was in eternal darkness, passing through eternity sobbing and suffering. Everyone probably sees something different after passing over, and where they end up is probably decided by how they lived and what they did. Isn't that right, God." Rhaenyra asked.

"Yes." It answered.

"Where is hell, if I may ask," Bran asked it.

The Stranger's stomach area burned brightly with roiling flames.

"Where do innocent slained babes go" Rhaenyra chimed.

The Stranger's heart glowed a soft orange, like a miniature sunrise.

"Where do heroes go," Bran asked.

The Stranger's head glowed and burned white.

"How about the faithful" Rhaenyra added.

The Stranger's eyes burned a magnificent violet.

Bran now knew that all the burning or glowing areas of The Stranger were a separate world of its own. Its entire body was THE universe or A universe. Which one, Bran didn't know.

"Rhaenyra is now with child, Bran, your child." The Stranger revealed a silver dragon necklace around its neck and as it did, it took the form of a naked Rhaenyra. The necklace lt was wearing shone brightly like the sun, forcing both of them to shield their eyes.

"In seven months, your son will be born, seven to represent the seven heavenly dragons sleeping inside their eggs. When your son is one year of age, the three of you must go to The Stormlands, and mother and child will be struck by one hundred bolts of lightning, father and son will be struck once for the heavenly Lightning Dragon to recognize Bran's paternal Authority to his son and to awaken the first of seven gifts sleeping inside of him. After the awakening ritual is done, the first heavenly dragon will be born into the world."

Rhaenyra looked deathly nervous, "I have to endure, no, me and my son must endure one hundred lightning strikes, won't one kill us?"

"Are you not my newly risen child, have I not given you a new body with new life with a new purpose! Daenerys Targaryen stood in the middle of a blazing pyre that consumed the body of her Dothraki Warlord husband and stillborn child and remained unburnt, awakening three dragons via blood magic. What you will go through will make what she went through look like a fleeting dream."

"Forgive me, my God, I was just--s"

The Stranger now took the form of a naked Bran. "The lightning strikes will come from The World of Heroes, powering the egg and strengthening your new body whilst baptizing your child so he and his dragon will be bonded together. Child and Dragon will be taken to Dragonstone with Bran to live there bond with his son and learn how to use his new gift. At this time Bran will marry his first Queen, she must be lowborn and from a small house in either Dorne or The Vale of Arryn. This is to ensure complete stability in the realm. She will rule in his stead. Rhaenyra, with the first heavenly dragon, you will fly to Sothoryos to the location I tell you where your second husband and father of your second child can be found. Be warned, that the dragon even in its infant stage will be bigger than any living dragon, larger than Balerion. Bran, when your new queen starts ruling in your stead, you will let all of your family and allies know of the coming of The Last Night. But right now you must tell no one."

"Forgive me my God, but seven months isn't enough for a healthy child to be born."

Bran turned to her, "He said you have seven dragon eggs, to represent the seven heavenly dragons. So seven months represents all seven, am I correct?"

"Not quite. Yes, seven months to represent the seven heavenly dragons, but this first child will be born in seven months. Your second child will be born in six months and your third will be born in five months. It's a countdown from highest to lowest order. You will barely feel any pain, it's one of the many alterations I made to your new body. Now, I have given you the next steps that must be taken, follow my directions faithfully, The Sun is Setting, possibly for the last time. These are to be the words of your new house, Bran. Congratulations to the both of you."

The Stranger vanished and light returned to the room. "Sansa is coming. She read the letter Samwell sent her" Bran said.

Rhaenyra closed her eyes and saw Sansa sitting in her carriage riding on the king's road, accompanied by northern horsemen behind and in front of the carriage.

***Sansa***

Come the next morning in Westeros, Sansa could finally see the grey keep from her position on the road. The last time she was here, the city had a familiar and foul smell to it. Now back here again, the city did not smell as bad as before, in fact, there was hardly a smell to it. Rolling through the city streets, Sansa saw bands of street cleaners, sweepers, dung, and et collectors. Rolling through the streets, Sansa saw a section of gardens where fruits and vegetables are grown for the section of the city that the garden was in for the smallfolk to plant and pick.

"Public gardens, Bran? Hmm, well done." Sansa said looking out of her carriage.

Upon arriving in front of the Grey keep, Sansa stepped out with the help of her knights. The proud independent Stark banners now newly redesigned to have a crown sitting atop the Dire Wolf's head, flapped in the wind on their poles.

Brienne and Podrick were outside to welcome Sansa and showed her the way to her brother's location inside. "My Lady, how is he doing" Sansa asked her.

"Better than I or anyone else has seen him since he regained the use of his legs."

The anticipation of seeing her brother again, The King of The six kingdoms, now fully healed was almost killing her. When she arrived at his chamber doors, Brienne and Podrick opened the doors when she was ready. The first thing she saw was him sitting at the head of a long iron table with several chairs tucked inside. In his hands was a book.

"Bran..." she said exasperated.

Bran looked up from his book and looked at her. "Sansa, sister. Thank you Brienne and Pod, you may leave the both of us alone now."

Brienne and Podrick closed the doors and remained outside. "What are you reading Bran?"

"The Dance of Dragons, a true telling of Grand Maester Munkun. How are you feeling Sansa, you look well"

"I should be asking you Tha--" Sansa stopped mid-sentence as Bran stood up from his seat and walked over to her. Stopping in front of her, he smiled a genuine smile that brought one out of her too. She hugged him and pressed him to her.

"There's no need to cry Sansa"

"I just missed you. Look at you, look how tall you've grown. You're almost as tall as Father was. What's with this new haircut?"

"Don't you like it?" Bran asked, touching his side-swept hair.

"I suppose it makes you look a little like Robb, gods rest his soul."

Sansa took a seat next to him on the long iron table and got comfortable. She looked around his office and realized how quiet and peaceful it was with no one else around save for the both of them. "Not too long ago this was nothing but a rat nest, filled with snakes and wasps plotting and scheming. Wouldn't you agree little brother?"

"I take it you're here because of what Samwell wrote to you." Bran said, ignoring

Sansa's comment.

"Yes. I came here to ask you personally if everything you said is true."

"Yes big sister, everything you read is true. There was no lie behind each stroke of the quill Sam made when making that letter." Bran responded.

Sansa's beautiful fair skin turned red with rage but restrained herself. "Are you abandoning The Stark name, our heritage, your heritage? Father would rise out of the grave to reprimand you Bran, if he could. Father didn't lose his head just so his last living true born son to throw away his Stark pride."

"Sansa, please. Listen to me. When I regained the use of my legs by the power of an ancient Weirwood God, I had to renounce my past self to start anew. I had to abandon everything that made me Bran Stark before I could move forward, it is one of the conditions this powerful God placed on me before I could walk again. Once I took it, it can never be undone. Just because I no longer identify as a man of Winterfell or a Stark, does not mean I have forgotten where I came from Sansa."

There was silence between the siblings until Sansa let out a sigh of relief. "Please let this God know that it has my deepest gratitude and all of The North's as well."

"Don't worry Sansa, it knows. It can hear you."

Sansa spooked, looked around, and swore she heard a branch snapping inside of the office. She shook it off and resumed with her questions. "Second matter, do you truly intend to give yourself three wives? Don't you see the problem with that Bran"

"I intend to marry two ladies from Westeros, while the third one will only remain as my lady wife who will never become Queen of Westeros. From which house I will choose her from is for me alone to know. This is how the future has been laid out for me, and I intend on following it to its conclusion."

"I--I don't know what to say. Who exactly is this third woman that Sam wrote about."

"The third woman is meant only to serve as my Lady wife, she will wear no crowns, hold no titles, own no lands, and inherit nothing except for what I choose to give her and our children. I have taken a great liking to her and I intend to have children with her. In many ways, she is the only one in the entire world who understands me. We are walking different paths but they lead to the same destination."

"Bran, little brother, I know you're the three-eyed raven, but to keep The North allied to you if you ever need us, I suggest you marry a northern lady and make her your first queen so that you can remind The North that they have not been forgotten. That you haven't forgotten your heritage."

"Sansa, my heart beats for all kingdoms, not just one. Who I decide to marry will be because it will bring stability to the six kingdoms. And need I remind you that The North is independent, if I were to marry a lady from a northern house, it would bring The North back into the fold either by marriage or by my order. You would be putting The North in a similar position as Dorne. Do you want that for your people?"

Sansa smiled nervously, knowing that Bran made sense. She looked around, saying nothing. She looked back at Bran, who was smiling softly at her. "When did you start smiling Bran, you never smiled after becoming The Three-Eyed Raven."

"Back then there was nothing to smile about, now I can't seem to stop," he answered.

"I want to see this other woman who stole my brother's heart."

"Catlyn, can you please step inside" Bran called out for her. "Her name is Catlyn?" Sansa asked.

The chamber doors opened and Sansa remained seated, hearing the sound of light footsteps walking towards her. She turned and saw a young girl possibly seventeen years of age, with long flowing pale silver hair. She was wearing a black and silver dress with silver trimmings and accents. On her head, she was wearing a silver headband and wearing silver earrings. She kept her hands together in front of her as she walked over to stand beside Bran.

Like Tyrion, Sansa was getting flashbacks to Daenerys Targaryen. She felt like she was looking at the ghost of the last dead Targaryen conquerer. This girl's eyes shimmered a beautiful violet color, her skin was fair and her appearance was strikingly similar to Daenerys.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace" Catlyn bowed, holding out the sides of her dress in a show of respect and submission.