***ROBYN***
Reading several books and sifting through pages at a long desk, Lord Robyn Arryn was in the company of several researchers and scholars he invited from Oldtown. The purpose was to find information on how the Falcon knight and the Griffin King obtained the giant eggs and how they hatched them.
"In the first year after the coming of the foreign Andals, giant birds flew down from the skies from atop giant trees that pierced through the clouds. These trees were found in the few fertile plains in the Vale. I wonder how many nests were at the top of these trees and how big the mother birds are."
"There are lots of random excerpts of random people who have written down random events from their lives. This last passage was from a young shepherd who stopped at the base of these giant extinct trees that populated The Vale." Robyn said, looking at the researchers from Old Town.
"Indeed. We didn't even know such monstrous trees existed. Your discovery of these petrified eggs has reopened forgotten facts of Westero's ancient past, my lord." one of the researchers pointed out.
"Look here everyone, another random excerpt about one of the giant falcons. This one was written from the point of view of a traveling band. 'I just witnessed along with my friends, several giants north of the vale flinging chunks of rocks up at the sky as a mother falcon who was as large as their mammoths circled them. I think they were too close to her nest as we saw them jogging out of the giant Heaven tree forest.' These trees are called Heaven Trees. Then does that mean these giant falcons are either heavenly creatures?"
"Fellas I found something else, I think it might hold the answer. Someone did half our job for us. Its a tome with documented 'other beings" Robyn spoke.
Robyn continued, "In Valyria, dragons are a combination of Wyverns and Fireworms through some strange liquid and blood sacrifices of three men and three women to empower the dead body of the wyvern whose heart has been filled with the fireworms. The liquid will encapsulate the body and shrink to form a dragon's egg. In the wild seas, a sea dragon egg, for it to be hatched needs to be submerged in a pool of water with a perfect balance of salt and fresh water with the perfect temperature during a powerful storm. When lightning strikes the pool, a sea dragon will be born. Adopting a baby giant left to die by its mother or tribe is tricky. If the one adopting is a man, he must drink the giant's blood and the giant must drink his and then break something big like a boulder or bring down a tree before the giant babe to form a father-son pact. If it is a woman, the giant must drink milk from her breasts and she must carry him and never let him set foot for an entire day, if successful, the giant will see her as its mother and never leave her side."
Robyn continued reading and learned about tales of unicorns and where they could be found and bred for their horns in Westeros. There were drawings of foul-looking creatures that looked like men crossed with frogs and fish and squids called The Deep Ones. There were stone dragons and a race called elves, living skeletons, green imps, and even children of the forest who married men and women but nothing about giant falcons.
"Damn, this is irritating, why are there only excerpts of the giant falcons but nothing on how to awaken them." Robyn ran his fingers through his long locks, frustrated and losing patience.
"My lord, Lady Gisela Horpe of House Horpe from The Stormlands has arrived to spend time with you." Ser Tatios announced coming inside the room with Lady Gisela, a girl of seventeen years right behind him.
"My Lady, you surprised me" Robyn blushed as he stood up, removing his focus from staring long and hard at the giant tome.
"You said you would visit me what was supposed to be two days ago but you left your future lady wife waiting like an idiot. What do you have to say for yourself."
"I need help, I need your help, my lady. I found these giant petrified Falcon eggs that we found in a secret forgotten chamber of The Griffin King. Look here!" Robyn brought over a giant egg and the ancient dull crown of the long-dead Grifin king."
Lady Gisela took both items and placed the crown on herself which earned a chuckle from Robyn. She inspected the egg and felt its weight, studied its color, and tried shaking it to see if there was anything inside.
"My lady, I don't think there's anything alive inside," Ser Tatios said beside her.
"Or maybe something is sleeping inside and needs a very loud and powerful wake-up clap. There's a story in The Stormlands, well too many to count, that lighting is full of life and power from the storm god who still tries to bring down Storms End. He gives life and takes it. If you truly want, you can bring them all to The Stormlands and offer them up to The Storm God."
"What do you mean by 'offer' them to him."
"If you can promise him that if he brings them to life, you will offer one chick to Gendry as a testament of his divine power and also use the rest of the chicks to bring glory to his name and spread his worship all across Westeros and beyond."
Robyn looked over at the other eggs and made his mind up. "Let's head to The Stormlands!"
***BRAN & RHAENYRA***
In the Gray Keep maids placed in charge of looking after Manus Raven by Rhaenyra, played with him by showing him stuffed animals made to look like wolves, ravens, and giants with clubs in their hands. Maids put on a show for him as he watched on his bouncing wooden chair and laughed as the maid holding the giant with a club fighting the wolf while both were being harassed by the stuffed raven. In his room was The Stranger watching over Manus while making sure The Blue Heavenly dragon egg was kept close to Manus. He knew that after what Bran and Rhaenyra saw at the top of the world, they needed to relieve their stress and they only knew one way to do that.
In the comfort and privacy of King Bran's bed chamber, the arched windows that had glass on them had silk curtains covering them. The only light around was the multitude of candles that dotted the large gray-stoned chamber. The shadows belonging to King Bran and Rhaenyra, cast by the lights of the candles, dance against the walls as their united bodies move and turn and thrust in all manners sexual.
Bran's hair stuck to his forehead and framed his face from sweat as he fucked Rhaenyra like a mad dog. His lady wife, Rhaenyra, lay on her stomach on their giant bed with her legs spread far apart. She kept the pillows gripped in her hands and kept her neck curved back slightly as her mouth hung open, thoroughly enjoying his long-fat cock pushing in and sliding out of her, spreading her walls each time.
