Three weeks had passed since his arrival in Valyria, Jon looked out the huge window in the room at the beautiful city.
Raenerys was sitting comfortably on his legs, something Jon enjoyed, feeling the girl's bottom on his legs gave him a pleasurable sensation.
The girl herself could do nothing but admire the gold ring on her index finger. A pledge of commitment.
The night before, she admired him too happy about their upcoming wedding, she gave him the gift of wearing the ring all night, or more precisely, she only had the ring on.
The boy looked at her, but she was absorbed in the ring, admiring the details it had, a small wolf on the outside, a small dragon on the inside. Covered by a shower of diamond dust.
Jon looked a little annoyed that she didn't pay attention to him, and only noticed the ring in the position it was in. She was wearing a simple dark-colored outfit, a shirt and skirt that reached her knees.
The boy's hand rested on her thighs, causing the girl to stop looking at the ring and focus on him.
"I'm regretting giving it to you, Rae. You haven't given me any attention since you got that ring" the boy said.
His hand slipped inside her skirt, and squeezed her left thigh.
She looked curious, and quickly frowned an eyebrow at what he said.
"It's not a ring, my love. It's a promise" she said, opening her legs a little, giving him permission to continue.
Jon gladly accepted the freedom she gave him to explore a little deeper. His hands grew warmer as he climbed higher and closer to his goal.
Raenerys sighed at this, but preferred to wait until nightfall to give her fiancé his well-deserved reward.
She stretched a little, preventing Jon from continuing his journey, much to his annoyance. But she rewarded him with a kiss and her attention.
"Do not be afraid, my love. Tonight you will have all this" she smiled, standing up and showing him her body with a bow.
Jon noticed the top buttons of her shirt unbuttoned, letting him see some of her breasts, the boy gulped.
"I'll wait anxiously" he promised.
"Oh, I don't doubt it, I'll give you a suitable reward for being patient" she teased him, retreating.
He felt hot.
"Tonight" he muttered.
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The girl looked at the white room and went to the computer.
Sansa had arrived a few days ago, and despite her mother's protests, she went with her father to battle.
Her intention was to heal the army as she did in the slave cities.
The battles were terrible, but their power gave the northerners the advantage, being healed almost instantly from every wound.
She had reached level 26 with 2 skill points.
She still couldn't level up her skills.
She left the room and saw several enemies approaching.
"There is no option " she muttered, seeing how the enemies were more than her defenses.
"Do not be afraid, Miss Sansa! " said a northerner.
"Oh I'm not, you shouldn't be either," she said.
Sansa was surrounded by a white light.
"Sacred Place" She whispered and the northerners around her saw that a sphere of light covered them.
"Don't be afraid, there will be no aggression here, it will last a few minutes, rest a little" she said.
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Jon looked around the white room, staring intently at the computer.
He had reached level 44 with 3 skill points.
The boy left the place, he had obtained the skill points after a few arrangements in Valyria.
He looked closely at the table where he was eating.
Raenerys and Daenerys were chatting animatedly, about something Jon didn't understand, but assumed was fashionable clothing in Essos.
' I don't want to go there,' he thought.
The queen of Meeren arrived with her nephew a few days ago, Aegon was enjoying the fruits brought from Volantis, something that seems to be important to him.
They didn't talk about Sansa, but Jon knew that Aegon was the first to know of her departure.
' He's taking it easy,' Jon thought since Aegon was quite passionate.
"In two weeks, you will stay, right?" Raenerys told her.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for anything, besides Daario, Jorah, and Jon will be able to make up," She said.
' Jorah Mormont, Jon Connington, and Daario Naharis in one room, because you didn't destroy Meeren and that's it, ' Jon thought.
The boy sighed.
' What happens in two weeks? Oh the wedding ' he thought, thankful he didn't say it out loud, Raenerys would have killed him if he forgot.
He watched his fiancée chat happily with her aunt.
The boy noticed that there were differences between them, beyond Daenerys' skin being whiter.
Raenerys had a more developed body from the waist down. Daenerys on the other hand was more endowed from the waist up.
Although Jon admitted that the queen of Meeren was beautiful, but she did not reach Raenerys in beauty, if he compared them, he noticed that Daenerys was a princess from head to toe, born with beauty typical of her family, and the sun of Essos improved her features.
But Raenerys, on the other hand, had been born with Targaryen and Martell beauty, she looked like a warrior princess, not someone who must be saved from the warlock's castle-like Daenerys, but her biggest difference was her abilities.
Daenerys was cautious about everything, possibly because of the kind of life and friendships she made on her travels.
Raenerys on the other hand was self-assured, unafraid to speak her mind, without any doubt, if she wanted something she would get it and that was the end of it.
Jon suddenly saw someone looking at him.
"What?" he asked.
Raenerys frowned, seeing that he didn't hear them, lost in his own world.
"Did you hear me?" she asked.
Jon felt an irrational fear for some reason.
"Err, yes," he said.
Daenerys raised an eyebrow, she had never seen the king of Valyria uncomfortable.
' Cute,' She thought.
Jon turned to Sir Barristan around a corner for help, but the brave knight chose to look away.
Jon opted to take a sip of wine, pretending to listen.
"So what do you think? As a wedding gift, Daenerys can come with us on our wedding night? " his fiancée asked.
Jon spat out his wine when he heard her.
"Hahaha, that's what you get for not listening, we were talking about where it will take place, dear" Raenerys laughed.
Daenerys raised her eyebrow at Jon.
He looked at Raenerys annoyed.
"Don't bother, and pay attention" the girl ordered him.
And the king lowered his head.
Aegon looked at him with pity.
"He's finished" he whispered.
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Robb watched intently as the men faced him.
"Attack intelligently" he ordered his men.
They faced their enemies without fear, with cold gazes, and determined spirits.
The boy arrived at the wall a few days ago, he joined Mance and asked him to leave, he refused and told him that if he didn't, they would be eliminated.
A savage in bone armor insulted him, but a mental command from Arya was enough to make him reconsider.
"Elemental aura" the boy muttered.
His sword turned into crimson fire, and he attacked the savages without mercy.
Robb mowed down the first two, then his men jumped on the rest.
They attacked their vital points, maintaining defensive shields to avoid their bronze spears.
Robb felt euphoric as he felt the fire destroy his enemies, he wondered if it was because of his skills or his desire to fight.
The boy turned his sword to another savage, and noticed that it was the one in bone armor.
"Oh it's you, Rattleshirt," Robb said.
He took out a sword and attacked him.
Robb evaded him.
He was fast.
But he had no style.
Robb stopped his attack and counterattacked.
A flame shot out from his sword and the bone lord dodged it.
"Your magic won't beat me!" he informed him.
Robb smiled.
"Oh no?" he asked.
"Critical attack" the boy whispered.
He gripped his sword tightly and launched a powerful thrust.
The Bone Lord defended himself with his own, only to be knocked to the ground by Robb's force.
"What the hell?" he asked.
The boy smiled.
Giving a final blow with his sword, he decapitated him. He reached the white room and went to the monitor.
He had reached level 16 with 3 skill points, the boy left the room and continued his attack.
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Arya looked at the fourth bench with interest, she had taken control of three wildlings, it was her maximum, she couldn't have control of more than five people, but she believed that if she raised her level that would increase, the previous Bolton men were on the wall, and there they were fighting against the wildlings as she ordered them in the fortress of terror.
She had reached level 22 with 3 skill points.
She left the place and saw her savages massacring the others.
" Life absorption," she said seeing a savage approaching.
He fell to the ground dead immediately.
Arya raised her eyebrow, her Life absorption seemed stronger now.
An arrow grazed her, and the girl watched a redhead looking at her from a distance.
"I'm coming for you," Arya promised.
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Sansa sighed tiredly, while Ned stood by her side.
Her Sacred Place was finished, but she was still healing people.
She could see that the battle was turning out to be a Northern victory. Between her healing and her father's water magic and swordsmanship skill, it was no surprise.
Domain soldiers were used to fighting pirates, mercenaries, and thieves. Not soldiers and wizards.
They were faithful to their religions, the faith of the seven branded wizards as dark creatures.
The very fear of being devoured by demons gave them an advantage.
"Total cure," Sansa cast again upon seeing a soldier being brought in on a stretcher.
The soldier recovered in a few seconds, and the girl noticed a couple more soldiers dragging a large man.
He said to let him go and let him fight.
Sansa recognized him as the head of House Umber, the great Jon Umber.
"Stop moving" she ordered him.
"I still can, I still can, no magic, please no magic" he stammered.
Sansa rolled her eyes.
Could it be that the great warrior was afraid of magic?
"Shut up, or I'll tell your wife that you cried like a child" the girl promised him.
The Umber paled.
"I'll behave, I'll behave" he whispered.
"Total cure," she said.
Jon was enveloped in a light, and he felt like new.
Sansa looked around, she came to the white room.
She went to the computer.
She had reached level 27 with 4 skill points.
She smiled before leaving the room.
"Oh it doesn't hurt," Jon said surprised.
Sansa rolled her eyes.
"If you want to get hurt again, fight again" she ordered.
Ned watched everything with amusement, and then he heard the retreat bell of the dominion army.
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Arya continued to take out wildling after wildling.
She saw a man with an axe, with red hair.
"It must be one of the leaders" she muttered.
She looked to see there was a giant beside her.
"But what do we have here, girl, are you coming with us? " said the man.
Arya frowned and her three wildlings lunged at each him.
He responded with his axe.
Arya drew her sword, slashing through one of the wildlings waiting for her, when she was grabbed by a giant hand.
The girl gasped.
But the pain passed in a second, the giant let go of her and let out a scream.
Arya gasped as she stood up and saw Nymeria and her other two servants who had become terrified attacking the giant.
' They've come this far,' she thought.
" You're okay! " She heard Nymeria's confident voice in her mind.
" Yes, don't be distracted, " Arya told her.
The she-wolf responded only by attacking the giant's feet.
The Boltons did the same, but the giant became enraged and grabbed one with his huge hands and ripped off his head, then turned the other and lifted him in his hands and threw him into some trees, the crash was heard and Arya knew he would not survive.
' I have an idea ' she thought.
" Nymeria, distract him," she asked.
The she-wolf was growling at the giant, Arya concentrated her mana and ran, quickly climbing like a squirrel onto the giant's legs, following behind him, and sitting on his shoulder.
He looked at her confused.
"You're not very smart," she told him, touching his face with her hands and looking into his eyes.
"Mind Dominate," she said.
Arya felt as if all the mana drained from her body, as if subduing one giant would take as long as subduing ten humans. The girl fell off the giant, the snow cushioning her fall. The girl stood up and noticed that she was in the white room, and let out a sigh.
She walked over to the monitor, she had reached level 23 with 5 skill points. The girl chose to wait to improve her skills, and left the room.
She watched as the other savage approached as she stood up.
Her men had fallen.
"You will come with me" ordered the redhead.
Arya smiled at him.
The man looked at Nymeria and prepared himself.
"Knock him out, we'll take him prisoner" she ordered.
The savage prepared himself for the attack of the she-wolf, then was immediately and to his horror-struck by the giant.
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Robb approached the next guard.
He looked at Mance's camp, it was well organized.
His men finished off most of the guards.
He had to face a giant, seven cannibals, and a skin-changer.
But finally, he was in the tent.
Mance emerged with his sword and all his glory.
"I warned you, Mance," he said.
"Dying by your sword, or the night king's? I prefer your sword," he said.
"You could have come with your people, but you refused," he said.
"Bending the knee, we are not kneelers, we are not like you, we are free," he told him.
"You do not speak for your people, only for your pride, was it worth it, thousands have died for your pride Mance," he said, drawing his sword.
"I see, you don't understand, kid," he said.
Robb braced himself.
"No. I don't" he finished.
Mance attacked. Robb avoided and counterattacked.
His speed was greater, Mance was wounded.
It wasn't a fair fight.
No.
It never was.
Robb punched Mance in the face, knocking him to the ground.
"Stop!" he heard.
He turned to see a wild woman coming out of the tent.
"Go back into the tent," Mance ordered.
Robb deduced, she was Mance's wife.
The woman who was expecting his child.
"It's over Mance...It's over" Robb told him.
The man knelt down.
He drops his sword.
Robb found himself in the white room.
He approached the computer.
{Name: Robb Stark
Title: Big Wolf
Skill Points: 5
Level: 17 (0/4400)
Health: 1750/1750
Mana: 1700/1700
Attributes: Low
Skills:
Support Magic Level: 4
Swordsmanship Level: 3
Do you want to spend five skill points and upgrade Support magic to level: 5?
Yes/No}
He pressed yes.
{Support Magic Level: 5
Cost: 600 mana per spell.
Summon Strategist: You summon a strategist to point out enemy weaknesses.}
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