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Note: I almost didn't write down this silly sub-plot about who is sleeping with who. It has no impact on the major arc. But I felt a little lightness was needed before we get to the Long Night. So there will be some more of this in the next few chapters.




Chapter 34: Three Eyed Raven
TRYSTANE

I didn’t have years to spend teaching her and to tell the truth, I wouldn’t even know where to begin with a formal magical apprentice relationship. And so like my father had with me in my past life, I decided to just jump-start her magic. I took her outside of town to a hill overlooking a cultivated field. Unfortunately I didn’t have a source of mescalito, so these mushrooms would have to do. We built a small fire as the Sun set and the Moons rose. One of them was Full tonight. After we’d both eaten the mushrooms, I showed her how to dance the dance and we began dancing around the fire. With no drum, I just slapped my thigh to keep time. I let all my illusions drop. There was no need to hide my true self from her now. After a while, there was no need for me to keep time, anymore. The heartbeat of Planetos was thrumming beneath our feet as the dirt started to turn a florescent purple. She was starting to get heated up from the dancing and threw off her shirt. Hmmm . . . she’s more woman than I thought. Maybe she’s older than she looks. She didn’t dance much longer before the pants came off too.

“I can see the sounds!” cried Arya, as her dancing started turning into cartwheels and flips. “I can hear the colours!”

“That’s it! Let the Spirits show you the way,” I told her. “You are the maiden of the North, the scourge of the Seas!”

“I am me and you are me and we are all the same people!” proclaimed Arya, as she continued her crazy dance. “I am the Wolf of the Silence! The Pirate queen! The weaver of my own destiny! I am the Sea Wolf!”

By now, we had both shifted into the wereworld and her dance had stopped. I wrapped a blanket around her to keep her from catching a chill.

“What is this place?” she asked. “It looks like home, all covered in snow, with and entire forest of weirwoods.”

“The wereworld is shaped by your own mind and the minds of others,” I explained. “Where you see snow and trees, I see desert and cacti. The things in the normal world show themselves in a way that you can understand. But some things have their own presence here. I once ventured into the House of Black and White. I’ll never make that mistake again!
Now that you’ve been here, you can return when ever you want. After the mushrooms ware off, I’ll show you how.”

She sat down by the dying embers of the fire we had forgotten to feed. The light of the Full Moon and the ambient glow of the wereworld provided all the light we needed.

“I feel really great!” gushed Arya. “Ya know, I was thinking . . . with the life I lead, sooner or later, some rival pirate captain is going to pay the Iron Price for my maidenhead. So why not give it at a time of my own choosing? You seem like a guy who will treat me right. I’d like to see what all of the fuss is about.”

by now, she had spread the blanket out on the ground and taken me by the hand to pull me down to her.


MARGAERY

Even though it wasn’t physically possible for me to be pregnant yet, Bran’s magic said that I was. And if I was keeping this baby, I was taking no chances with its’ safety. So, teleportation was out for me. Bran, Meera and Jojen took the portkey home to Riverrun while I had Edric fly me home. I would get to ride his broomstick once again! (ha ha!)
Bran seems to have forgiven me completely. Though I did catch him giving thoughtful looks at Meera during dinner. That night, when we were holding each other after we made love, he drew up his courage and asked me:

“That thing you said about a Lord’s mistress being his Lady’s Lady-in waiting, were you serious about that?” asked Bran.

“Yes, I was,” I assured. “I saw the way you were looking a Meera tonight. If you wanted to take her on as your mistress, I wouldn’t object. She’s a good friend of mine. I could talk to her for you, if you like?”

“And it really wouldn’t bother you if I fucked her?” asked Bran.

“Not at all,” I assured. “ . . .In fact, . . . if you’d like for us to have a threesome with her, I would very much like that!”

“A what?” asked Bran, bewildered.

“You know, like in ‘the Rock of the Rock’,” I explained. “All three of us sharing each other at the same time.”

“You’d do that for me?” asked Bran, in disbelief.

“I’d enjoy doing that with you,” I assured him.

“Wait a minute! Wait! Wait!,” said Bran in a sudden realization. “Something you said this morning: you ‘reserved this body only for’ me. What about your plant bodies? Have you been with other men in your plant body?”

I flushed at that, with my skin turning back green for a second.

“It was just the one time,” I admitted.

“Who?” asked Bran.

“I was at Highgarden taking care of my plants there when he appeared,” I explained. “And we weren’t married yet. I didn’t really see the harm in having a little fun with him.”

“Who?” asked Bran, again.

“Trystane Martell,” I confessed.

“Oh,” said Bran. “Oooo! So that why he was acting that way when he came here.”

“Yes,” I admitted. “He wanted to do me again, but I didn’t what to betray you in the exact way I ended up doing with Edric.”

“And I forgive you for that,” assured Bran, before pulling me in for another kiss.


The next morning, at breakfast or breaking-our-fast as we call it in this world, I asked Meera to accompany me to the Gods’ Wood afterward.

“I called you in here because of that whole, not being able to lie in the presence of a Heart Tree thing and I want us to be able to speak honestly with each other,” I explained. “I want your honest answer and you must feel free to refuse.”

“What is it you want to talk about?” asked Meera.

“How would you feel about joining the marriage bed of Bran and myself for a threesome?” I asked.

“Like in ‘the Rock of the Rock’?” asked Meera. “You want me to be your Rock Wife?”

“It wouldn’t have to be so permanent,” I explained. “Just a one time thing to see if we want to do more.”

“How would that even work?” asked Meera. “All three of us together?”

“I did it a few times in my past life,” I told her. “And the best ones, were when two of us would take turns giving pleasure to the third one.”

She closed her eyes a second to try to picture that.

“I guess we could give it a try,” agreed Meera.


The next morning, I woke up as the middle spoon between Bran and Meera.

“Morning Honey,” I said as I kissed the back of Meera’s neck before turning over to kiss Bran.

Meera sat up and stretched, showing her chest to me again.

“I think the three of us should discuss this while we break our fast, “ I told her. “But could you leave us alone first, so Bran and I can have our own dialogue as Wife and Husband?”

“Certainly, my Lady,” agreed Meera, as she stood from the bed, made as best a curtsy as she could while naked, put her clothes back on, then gave us another Curtsy, this time in pants, before leaving.

“I really enjoyed last night,” I began. “How about you?”

“I enjoyed it a lot too,” agreed Bran. “I was really surprised that you did all those things with Meera.”

“Some people like mussels, . . .some people like oysters, . . . and some people like both mussels AND oysters,” I quoted.

“So you’ve done that with a woman before?” asked Bran.

“In a past life,” I clarified. “Actually, in that other world most of my lovers were women, not men.
So, what about you and Meera? Is she the kind of woman you’d like to have as a mistress?”

“Yes, I think so,” replied Bran. “I enjoyed doing that with you two and would like for us to do it again.”

“I’m all for us having more threesomes,” I agreed. “But wouldn’t you like to spend a night alone with her?”

“I think I would enjoy that,” agreed Bran. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?”

“Not in the slightest,” I assured him. “In fact, you two could spend tonight in her room. It’s just . . . Can we make it a rule that you don’t bring any other women into our marriage been unless I am present? You can see her in her room.”

“That sounds reasonable,” agreed Bran, before pulling me closer so he could kiss me. “Have I ever told you how much I Love you!”

“Not for a couple of hours,” I replied after our kiss ended.

At the breakfast table, I told Meera we were in agreement an she could spend tonight alone with Bran if she wanted. She seemed really surprised at my lack of jealousy.
That night, as we were walking towards our room to retire for the evening, Bran asked me one more time:

“Are you sure this is all right?”

“Yes! Absolutely! Go ahead and have fun, you two!” I replied, before giving each of them a kiss and going into our bedroom.

As usual, a hot bath was waiting for me, and after I cleaned off the grime of the day, I crawled into bed. The servants had most certainly made a bath for Meera in her room. And the two them were probably done by now and going to her bed too. Somehow the thought of them together, knowing what Bran was doing to her right now, was a huge turn on! My hands started to drift to certain parts of my body as a pictured him doing things to her.


The next morning as we broke our fast, I asked them:

“Well, how was it?”

“It was nice,” said Bran, as Meera blushed and sported a really big smile.

“Is it something you two would like to do on a regular basis?” I asked.

“Yes. I think I would,” answered Meera.

“Me too,” agreed Bran. “As long as it’s still all right with you?”

After that, we settled into a schedule of alternating me having a night alone with Bran, the three of us sharing a bed and Bran and Meera spending the night alone in her room. That lasted about two weeks before I asked Bran:

“I was thinking . . .Edric can’t get me more pregnant,” I observed. “How would you feel if on your nights with Meera, he spent the night with me?”

“I guess that would be only fair,” agreed Bran. “You two did make a baby together. And if you can not be jealous of Meera, I could learn not to be jealous of you two.”

Persuading Edric of the idea proved more difficult. He wanted to hear from Bran’s own mouth that it was okay. And he needed even more assurances from Bran than Bran had needed from me. But Edric changed his traveling/teaching schedule so he would visit us last each day. And every third night, he would spend with me.


EDRIC

“Hands behind the back!” screeched the sound of Margaery’s voice, as Sansa took her hands off my chest.

I feel like such a git, being able to give my betrothed nothing more than kisses while having an full blown affair with her brother’s wife! The most disturbing part of the whole thing was that our chaperone, Cat, would scold us in a voice that sounded identical to Margaery’s! Sansa and I had found a loophole in Cat’s rules in that we could rub against each other while kissing without using our hands. Currently I was sitting on a log while she straddled me. We were both fully aroused as we dry humped. Setting a date had made Sansa even more amorous than she had been before! I started to caress her back and she moaned in response.

“Hands behind the back!”


One day, when I was visiting Riverrun, the three of us were working on our meditation. Bran was sitting on his throne in the Heart Tree, while Jojen and I sat on the ground.

“Ow!” yelped Bran, as he fell out of the tree.

“What happened?” I asked.

“He hurt me!” exclaimed Bran.

“Who did?” I asked.

“That crow with three eyes,” replied Bran. “He told me: ‘I don’t know how much plainer I can be! You need to come to me so I can teach you to be The Three-eyed Raven’. He wants me to come to his tree, North of The Wall.”

“You DO need to go there,” agreed Jojen. “It’s your destiny. And you need to take Meera and me with you.”

“We’ll ALL go,” I said. “This three-eyed Raven business needs to be looked into.

All of us turned out to include Margaery too. She insisted on going along. Said since she wasn’t showing yet, she was still in fighting shape and could handle whatever we encountered up there. But since none of us had ever been there, we’d have to go the long way and fly there on our brooms. Margaery rode with me, Meera with Bran and Jojen flew his broom alone. Since it wasn’t urgent, Margaery wanted to stop by Winterfell along the way. And since it would much colder up there, I borrowed some fur outfits for us all from some of my Free Folk.

We landed in the Winterfell Gods’ Wood and dismounted our brooms. As we walked out of the Gods’ Wood, we crossed paths with that enormous stable boy.

“Hordor!” he greeted us.

Bran got a chance to re-unite with his family and visit them. Though his mother in the body of a plant duplicate of his wife still freaked him out, I was terrified the whole time that Margaery would say something to Sansa. And my fears appeared to be justified when Margaery asked Sansa for a private chat in the Gods’ Wood!


MARGAERY

“So what did you want to talk about?” asked Sansa.

“When Bran and I got married, there was no one else available who was qualified to give Bran ‘the talk’ so Edric did it,” I explained. “And he did such a good job of it that I have been eternally grateful ever since. So I thought I would do the same for you. And since I won’t get a chance to come by here again before the wedding, now seemed a good time to do this.”

“All right,” said Sansa, nervously.

“You know how most Lords have mistresses?” I asked.

“My father doesn’t,” defended Sansa.

“Yes, he does,” I replied. “First he had Jon’s mother and more recently he has Cat.”

“But she’s my mother!” protested Sansa.

“She used to be your mother,” I argued. “You father made it clear that as far as he is concerned, his wife is dead. As far as the rest of the realm knows, he has taken one of his servants on as a mistress. That’s just the way the world works. So it’s probable that Edric will take a mistress after you are married. But you can control the situation somewhat. The dirty little secret of Westeros is that a Lord’s mistresses are usually his Lady’s, Ladies-In-Waiting. So when you choose women for this position, it’s very important that you choose women that are your friends, women you don’t mind sharing with your husband.”

“You mean Bran and Meera are . . . .” gasped Sansa.

“This sort of thing is not usually talked about, openly,” I hedged. “But It’s very important to maintain the line of succession. So if you have the urge to take on a paramour of your own, that can only happen with either moon-tea or when you are already pregnant with your husband’s heir.”

“You and . . . who? . . . Jojen?” asked Sansa.

“I already told you, we don’t discuss that,” I scolded. “You don’t even ask a Lady about that, ever!

Now, since you know your husband will have other lovers and hopefully those women will be your friends, I’m going to tell you what you can do in the Marriage Bed that will make his time with the other women seem hollow, in comparison . . .”


EDRIC

When Sansa and Margaery came out of the Gods’ Wood she was all smiles, to my great relief. As soon as we met, she pulled me into a deep kiss and even moved my hand to her breast so I could cop a feel for an instant before Cat caught us.

“Hands behind the back!”




After a few days with the Starks, we resumed our journey, flying over the North and soon, over The Wall. I couldn’t believe how huge it was. What could have happened to have caused men to build this. Sure, I’d seen the inferius at the Red Keep. But how scary could they be to cause Bran’s ancestors build a 300 hundred foot wall, take one look at and say: ‘No. It needs to be twice this big?’ Beyond The Wall, the land was covered with snow. We used our wands to point the way going North and East until we found an ancient weirwood tree on a hill.

“This is it,” announced Jojen. “Just like in my vision.”

Suddenly an animated dead man popped up out of the snow from below us: an inferius! Several more more popped up and attacked!

“Zombies!” cried Margaery, as she started blocking the attacks one was making at her.
I cast a fire whip from the end of my wand and started smacking them. A single hit was enough to ignite the whole creature. But for every one I destroyed, two more took their place. Bran had cast the same spell and was trying to help me.

“Jojen!” screamed Meera, as one popped up from below and started dragging him down into the snow.

“It’s all right!” yelled Jojen. “This is where I am supposed to die. I have seen it!”

“Accio!” yelled Bran, as he magically pulled Jojen free from the inferius’ grasp.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of magic as some sort of grenade hit an inferius and if gave off a pulse of magic that instantly ignited the creature.

“This way!” yelled a high pitched voice.

I looked that direction. On a flat rock at the base of the hill was a group of Children of the Forest who were throwing these magical grenades to aid us. Behind them, was a cave entrance, leading under the tree. We fought our way there and fled into the safety of the cave.

“You will be safe in here,” explained the Child of the Forest. “I am Leaf. He was not expecting so many of you.”

“Who?” asked Bran.

“The Three-Eyed Raven,” replied Leaf. “Come. I will introduce you.”


MARGAERY

The tunnel was lit by phosphorescent fungi on the walls that provided about as much light as the stars would on a moonless night. Our eyes had adjusted to the low light level by the time we reached a place where it widened to form a small chamber. The roots of the weirwood tree came down from the ceiling and down into the floor, passing through this room, and also a man, on their way deep into the earth. He was an ancient old man with tree roots impaling him in various places including one through his eye.

“Welcome Brandon Stark!” said the old man. “There are is one I was expecting, who is not here. And several of you, I did not expect at all, most of all you, Jojen Rede. You were supposed to die out there on my doorstep. You had a destiny. Two of you should not be here at all! The ink was dry! You had no right to try to change things! Kill him!”

“That’s enough of that!” yelled Edric, as he lit up the tip of his wand, blinding us all with the sudden brightness.

I can only hope the Children as suffering from this as much as we are.

“Right. I think it’s time we tested out this potion you made, Bran” I announced as a pulled the small bottle out of my bag. “You said you weren’t sure whether you’d made veritiserum or poison? Well, let’s fine out!”

I stepped up to the old man and opened the bottle.

“How many drops was it again?” I asked.

“Three,” said Bran and Edric together.

“Now then . . . What is your name?” I queried.

“I am the Three-Eyed Raven,” he replied.

“Why have you been calling Bran to you?” I asked.

“I wanted to prepare him,” replied the Raven.

“Prepare him for what?” I demanded.

“To be my vessel after my current body dies,” answered the old man.

“What? You were just going to use Bran as some sort of meat puppet?” accused Edric.

“Yes,” admitted the Three-Eyed Raven.

“I’ve heard enough! Stand back everyone!” I yelled as I pulled a glass sphere from my bag.

This was one of my growth grenades, a delicate glass sphere filled with a chemical that made plants grow much more quickly than was natural. I threw it at him and it shattered! Instantly the roots began growing in that area. The existing ones grew thicker and the new ones started branching off cutting through him as they went. The roots had already grown through him before, at their natural pace. But this was years worth of growth, in an instant. His body couldn’t take the strain and the Three-Eye Raven died before us.

“He’s dead!” observed Jojen. “All this time, and these years I’ve been seeing my death out there. And now I have a whole new life ahead of me.”

“I know exactly how you feel,” said Edric. “I too, know what it’s like to have a destiny where I was supposed to die young. And now, you can do anything you like with your life. You’re free!”

“You are all welcome to return with us to Riverrun,” Bran invited the Children. “We already have one of your people living with us.”

“I think we would be willing to give it a try,” agreed Leaf.

“Then, I will just send you there the fast way,” said Edric. “I’ll make you a portkey and you can be there in an instant!”

After the dozen Children of the Forest had taken the portkey to Riverun, we prepared to fly back our selves.

“We need to stop by White Harbor on the way,” suggested Jojen.

“Why?” I asked.

“I just have a feeling someone is waiting for us there, at the White Harbor docks,” replied Jojen.