The song of fire and ice - The dragon and the wolf

The house of the undying

-The house of the undying-
Ned was sitting in a room, cold and leaky. Something that he was never used to. Something that was very unfamiliar to him. He looked around and observed his surroundings. He missed his father. In this moment a dark haired woman, wearing a gold mask walked into the room, carrying a crate that housed his dragons. Ned observed the way she walked. She was walking with a limp. "Eddard Stark of House Targaryen" she said as she placed the crate in front of him. Ned shuffling back, trying to get away from her. The chain on his legs making it harder for him to get away from her. "I'm sorry about these" she said as she leaned down in front of him. "Would you like me to remove them?" she asked before she touched him. Ned shaking his head slowly. His brown eyes piercing hers. "You don't talk much, do you?" she asked as she removed her mask. Ned's eyes moving to the crate that held his dragons. The older one of the two making the most noise. The woman noticed the way he was looking at the crate and smiled. "He is very anxious, that black dragon of yours. Believe it or not, this is the quietest he has been since you arrived. He must be able to feel your presence" she said as she stood, looking down at Ned. He continued to listen to what she was saying, but stayed silent. "I am Pryat, a descendant of the thirteen, it's been a pleasure to meet you Eddard" she said a she let the latch off of the crate but did not open the door. "I will come in and see you again, very soon" she said as she walked towards the door. Just before she opened the door, Ned stood.

"Could you take these off please?" he asked as he moved his feet. The chains making a sound as he did so. He finally spoke and she chose to ignore him. "No" she answered blatantly as she turned to face him once more. "I asked you if wanted me to remove them and you said no. I do not repeat myself. I know your mother won't like you, chained and locked away... but I have heard extraordinary stories about you. A dragon and a wolf. Conceived during The Great War and born soon after. I cannot have you leave, not until your dragons are grown and you" she whispered as she placed her hand on his head. "You think that I am your mother" she said as she caressed the side of his face. "Smile young one. We will learn from each other soon enough" she whispered. "My mother is Daenerys Targaryen" he said proudly. "I will never forget her" he said as she opened the door. "We shall see about that young dragon" she whispered as she walked out of the room.

Ned stood alone in silence. His heart was heavy and he wondered if anyone knew where he was, he sure had no idea. His eyes then moved to the crate and he called for his dragons. The oldest of the three pushing the crate open and moving out. Ned smiling at them as they made their way towards him. "Zohhe" he whispered, the three of them moving their small wings in unison. They all hovered for a moment then landed in front of him. The notion bringing a smile to his face once more... "We will not stay here long" he said as he caressed the side of his black dragon. The oldest bringing himself to him. "I promise" he said as he rubbed his ankle. The chains were so tight, they were beginning to break his skin.

-Mereen-
"What are we doing here? Where are we?" he asked as they dismounted off of Drogon. "This is the great pyramid of Mereen. Qarth is not a hundred miles away. We are here for my army. The second sons" she said as she walked towards the entrance of the pyramid. Jon leaned forward and grabbed her hand. "Dany. There is no time. We should go straight to this house of the undying, alone. We have left him alone long enough. Gathering an army will take time. Time that we do not have" he spat quietly. "If we arrive with an army, they could hurt him. If we arrive with an army, we are declaring war" he said as she looked back at him with fire in her eyes. Being back in the city where she conquered and freed slaves, where she acquired her armies and ships to take the seven kingdoms gave her a sensation of power that she had near forgotten.
"They stole our son out of the vicinity of his great house" She said fiercely. "By doing so, they have already declared war" she said as she walked into the great pyramid. Jon watching her in disbelief and awe.