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It was an odd place that the group had opened their eyes to. For one the viewing hall was similar to the Hall of Hearths in Harrenhall, able to house thousands and consisting of a hundred hearths that did not burn. The wall of looked like it was made of Dragon glass, but nobody was certain since they did not inspect the thing closely. But it looked smooth and should anyone touch it they'd either feel cold or get a zap as if lightning lived inside the wall. Tables were arranged against the walls to one side, each one large enough to hold a month's worth of food from the looks of it. Food of that amount had appeared the one time they ate there, but mostly the tables remained empty.
Then there was the door, the only door in the entire hall. It was a single door made from wood and iron. There was nothing special about the door, no motifs or carvings on the things. Such doors one would find in the parts of the castle where the servants lived, plain wood and metal with a ring for the door handle. The corridor it led to was just simple, walls and floors made from the same polished black stone as the viewing hall was. Doors were lining up each side of the corridor, and nothing special about each door. It was not similar to the door that led into the corridor, these were made mostly of wood and carved finely like the doors used for the bed chambers of Lords and the like.
But it was what these doors led to that made them special.
Depending on who needed the chambers, the chambers behind the door would change, but only once. Like when Ned needed a place to calm Rhaegar down, the chamber had taken on the arrangement and the decorations of Rhaegar's chambers at Dragonstone. Only two doors led to a smaller corridor, while the rest led to either two more doors or a single chamber. In the case of Houses Stark and Baratheon, their chosen doors led to a smaller corridor. For the Starks, the corridor was made similar to those in Winterfell and held nine doors for ten members, each door made from the same material as the ones in Winterfell. For the Baratheons the corridor was constructed similarly to the ones in Storm's End and contained six doors, each one made similar to the ones in Storm's End. Each room in that corridor led to a chamber, and each chamber arranged itself similarly to the chambers of the occupants of Winterfell and Strom's End respectively.
In this manner, House Lannister's door leads to three more doors, House Tyrell's, House Greyjoy's and House Martell's leads to two. House Arryn had the one chamber, as did Varys and Gendry. Only Daenerys' chambers were different from the rest. It had a red door and when she went inside the scent of lemons welcomed her with a warm hug.
Of course, nobody actually knew this. They were ignorant of the greater magic at work in the place they were in, and none of them really cared enough to find out except Jon Snow but he was busy with his own things to worry about.
Jon had followed Daenerys inside her room and asked, "Are you sure you will be alright here alone Dany? I can stay here if you want"
"No, I feel at home in this place aans i feel safe" Daenerys Targaryen stated
"Ok, but if you feel like talking or not wanting to stay alone you can come to me if you don't want to disturb your brother" Jon said
"Thanks Jon, you really helped me a lot" Daenerys said to which Jon smiled back and left her room.
On their own room Ned and Catelyn were discussing about their children.
"What Arya said during her little breakdown was...troubling" Ned stated calmly, putting his pants back on.
"She is young Ned. In time she will understand everything and be the proper Lady she needs to be" Catelyn soothed her husband, covering her nude form. The stress of the events had led to a very... heated encounter. Catelyn could still feel the warmth of his seeds inside her. Could she get pregnant in this place? If so, she hoped she could give her Lord Husband another son.
"No, Catelyn, we are going about this in the wrong way" Ned shook his head. "Arya is not Sansa, she has more of the North in her than the South. Perhaps her education could take on a different form."
"What do you suggest, my Lord? We teach her how to wield a sword? How to fight? That is not what women do, Ned."
"Just because she can possibly learn how to wield a weapon, does not mean she can't learn the duties a Lady has. Perhaps we ignore the things she's bad at, like the stitches. She would still need to learn how to manage a household. She feels pressured into believing that she must be like Sansa, we just need to show her that she doesn't need to be like Sansa, that we expect her to be her and nobody else."
Catelyn tried her best to smile because that was something she did not agree with. A woman shouldn't learn how to fight, that was what her husband, the men at arms and her possible sons were for. All a woman needed to do was look pretty, pop out children for her husband, manage the Household and raise the children. Anything else was entirely unnecessary.
"And we need to speak with the Septa about her biases. We need someone who can teach our daughters with equal attention."
"Ned, Septa Mordane has been around since Sansa was a child."
"Then she should know what we expect of her," Ned said with a sigh. "If she can't keep her biases in check, perhaps we should look for someone else."
This time Catelyn did allow the frown to show.
**The Tyrells**
"The Prince is... troubling to say the least" Margaery stoked the fire in the fireplace, her face pensive.
"Do you think the betrothal will stand?" her grandmother asked.
"No. Cersei will do something, I can feel it" The girl looked away from the flames to her Grandmother.
"And when she does we'll be ready" Olenna Tyrell smirked. "Worry not my girl, the Prince won't be an issue by the time our turn comes around."
The girl hummed softly. "The Starks interest me."
"Which one?"
"Lord Stark."
"He might be too old for you, Margaery."
"That is not what I meant Grandmother" the girl playfully glared. "He seems like a disciplined and a man of principles.
"He is. Has been for a while now. People will tell you he gets it from Jon Arryn, but his father is no different Olenna barked.
"Isn't it curious that a man like him has a bastard?"
"Men are creatures of their cocks. If they feel it harden they will put it in the closest moving thing" Olenna stated. But she had a smirk on her lips.
**The Martells**
"The Daynes were not wrong in their assessment of Lord Stark" Oberyn mused, swirling his cup of wine, "the man is a man of principle and honour, and he has a deep-rooted dislike for the Lannisters. Something close enough to becoming hatred."
"You suggest we ally ourselves with them, brother?" Doran suggested, staring intently into his cup of wine. "Perhaps a betrothal, Arianne with the heir of Winterfell?"
"Or perhaps Arianne and someone better amongst them."
The brothers shared a smile.
"We'll probably find more allies by the time all of this is done" Doran added.
"We won't mind that would we."
"Certainly not."
The following morning, or what they assumed was morning, the group gathered back in the viewing hall to find the tables filled with breakfast items. They all dug in without an invite or question, made small talk and retook their seats.
The screen lit up with a gentle glow once more.