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2007, Faerieland, The Seelie Court 

The Faerieland, sometimes referred to as Faerie, the land under the hill, or the Undying Lands, is the underground abode, palace or city dwelling of the faeries. It can be considered the Shadowhunter World's version of the Faewilds; though since the Feywilds span all worlds and universes it is more accurate to say it is merely another part of the Feywilds 

Faerieland is massive; one can travel in it like in a country, and its corridors are almost maze-like if traversed without a guide. It does not have a consistent layout and, thus, seems to change often. As part of the Feywilds it does not tolerate being surveyed, thus no map of the land has ever been produced; and similar to the fey of the Percy Jackson world it is divided into Seelie and Unseelie territories, and between these two exist a neutral space called the Borderlands, which is neither part of Faerie nor of the mortal world.

Time flows at a different rate in the realm, sometimes slower, sometimes faster. Seasons can change in the blink of an eye, mountains and caverns can appear where minutes before no such things were visible, and its rivers change their courses at the whim of some unknown force.

Like those of the fey from the Percy Jackson world, food or drinks from Faerieland are known to have hallucinogenic and euphoric properties, particularly faerie narcotics and alcoholic beverages. When ingested, these may trap people, mundanes and Shadowhunters, in the Faerie until dismissed by the ruler of the Court. It is possible to convince or bargain with a faerie, to guarantee the protection and one's freedom; however, these deals are often subject to the usual faerie trickery and duplicity. 

This is one of the main reasons why Simon requested Aemon's aid for this endeavor, though unknown to Simon, Aemon has long been privy to the outcome of this journey long before they met. And while the consequence of this expedition plays a vital role in Simon's future development, Aemon has no intention of letting events play out as they are meant to. For a multitude of reasons but more importantly because he simply doesn't want to.

As he appears beside Simon within the Seelie Court, Aemon pays no attention to Meliorn, the Seelie Knight sent to receive the Queen's guests. Rather he phases deeper into the Feywilds, becoming undetectable by all but the most powerful and perceptive of the fae. 

This ability is a side effect of Aemon's previous merge with the Other, similar to his new way of using Conqueror's Haki. The ability makes use of the many layers of the Feywilds as it stretches throughout reality, allowing him to seemingly teleport from one place to another or to seemingly become invisible. Truly it reminds Aemon of Talion and Celebrimbor's ability of making use of the Unseen World in the games Shadow of Mordor, and Shadow of War. Of course unmentioned is how Aemon use of the ability is largely inspired by the game. 

[Don't panic. I'm right next to you] Aemon tells Simon through the group chat just as the vampire begins to look for him. 

When Jace and Clary turn to Simon with the same question on their lips, he merely shrugs as if he too is unaware of Aemon' whereabouts. 

"Clarissa Fairchild, and Jace Wayland, welcome to the Seelie Court." says the faerie knight sent to welcome them with a knightly bow. 

He has long, blue-black hair, green eyes, and possesses a leaf-shaped mark on one cheek. As a faerie knight, he wears silvery brown armor with a design of overlapping scales. His facial features are sharp and he wears a cool expression.

Upon seeing him Aemon immediately recognises as Meliorn, the personal knight and trusted confidante of the Seelie Queen. A half-fey with a powerful faerie father, raised in the Seelie Court, and due to the time differences between Faerieland and the mundane world, is over two hundred years old. 

"Wow, rude much?" says Simon upon being ignored, his words bringing Meliorn's attention to him. 

"Simon Lewis, the Daylighter, we did not expect you." says Meliorn with a grin. 

"Well, I'm here now. Deal with it." with a shrug, but it is clear to Aemon that Meliorn's knowledge of his condition leaves him ill at ease. 

"Daylighter? What is that?" is Clary with a frown. 

"Oh, did he not tell you?" asks Meliorn, before adding with widening grin. "How fascinating." he says before turning around and leading the trio into the Seelie Court. 

"Simon, what is he talking about?" asks Clary with a frown. 

"It's nothing." reassures Simon with an unsteady smile before following Meliorn, prompting Clary and Jace to do the same. 

[You did not tell her.] observes Aemon. [Why not?] he asks. From what he remembers, whether in the books or show, Simon does not hesitate to tell Clary about his being able to survive in the sunlight now. 

[Between the group chat and the fallout from the attack on the Institute I just didn't get the chance.] replies Simon, causing Aemon to frown.

[How long has it been for you?] asks Aemon, for he wonders how fast time passes in Simon's world compared to his own. 

[A week. In my world it's been a week] replies Simon as they enter a massive courtroom with a party in full swing. 

There is a haze around the room, giving it a dreamlike quality, enchanting music seems to surround them, and beautiful fey laugh, and giggle as they dance enticingly. In some corners a few fey can be seen indulging in sexual pleasure, while others do not seem to care enough to find a corner. 

A particularly handsome male fey approaches Clary, drawing her in with an enchanting smile. Only through Jace's interference does she return to her senses. 

"The Seelie Court." sneers the Other as his spirit materiales next to Aemon. "You will not find a more debauch group of beings than them. They make demons of lust seem tame at times." 

"Demons?" asks Aemon with a raised eyebrow. "You've met demons?" 

Rather than answer with words, the Other merely returns the gesture. 

"Fair enough." says Aemon as he turns his attention back to Seelie Court. 

"That girl will not survive this night." remarks the Other as Clary is almost tricked into partaking in the food of the fey, only being stopped by Simon. "That is twice now that she has almost been killed." he comments. 

"An over exaggeration." replies Aemon. She may have been enticed into partaking in the pleasure of the fey and become trapped in the realm, but she would not be killed so easily; the Seelie Court is not so merciful.

"You are right." replies the Other. "A Shadowhunter trapped within their court and a slave to the pleasures they bring, the Seelie Court is not so merciful." 

As he follows Simon, Aemon makes sure to keep an eye on Clary and Jace. He may not care what happens to the two, but Simon does and for the respect that Aemon holds towards his character during his first lifetime he will not let him needlessly suffer. This world is not a storybook where all eventually ends well. 

Eventually the group is led to the Seelie Queen, and for the first time Aemon believes that he understands what others feel the first time they lay eyes on him. 

The Queen is a majestic, beautiful slender woman with long scarlet hair, and clear, blue eyes; and like most faeries she has slightly pointed ears. Over her brow is an intricate golden circlet for a crown. 

When she steps from her throne and walks towards her guests, she seemingly glides through the air with a grace and majesty that Aemon has only seen in himself. 

"Careful, that enchanting smile of hers hides a sharp dagger." warns the Other. 

"A woman after my own heart." replies Aemon. After all, dangerous women have always been his 'type'. Arianne, Melisandre, and Daenerys, all women who posed a danger to him in some form or another during his first life as Jon Snow. Unfortunately since his second chance at life began none of the women he has met have fit the criteria. 

The closest in recent memory is Evelynn, but she poses no danger to him. To other men, certainly, but to him hardly. 

The Seelie Queen would be the first. Aemon thinks to himself as the Queen's eyes pass over the area where he stands only to stop on him with a glare. 

"She has noticed you." remarks the Other. 

"I know." replies Aemon with a grin as Meliron hurls his spear towards him. 

Rather than retreat, Aemon steps forward, entering another layer of the Feywilds before stepping out into the Seelie Court before the Queen, seeming teleporting before her. 

Aemon's abrupt appearance causes Meliorn to warily appear before his Queen in a protective stance with his sword drawn. Immediately after Meliorn takes action, a dozen faerie knights quickly surround Aemon and his group. 

"Quite rude to treat a guest with such hostility." says Aemon. 

"He is right. Where are your manners Meliorn." agrees the Seelie Queen as she gently guides Meliorn to sheathe his sword. 

"Pardon me." says Meliorn with a bow as the other faerie knights follow suit before retreating. 

"You are not who I was expecting." says the Seelie Queen as she steps past Meliorn.

"I tend to have that affect." says Aemon as he lightly takes the Seelie Queen's hand into his own and gently kisses it. "Enchanted, you may call me Daemon." names have power after, especially if they hold some significant meaning to him. Better to err on the side of caution.

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"Enchanted, you may call me Daemon." says the fey after placing a kiss on the back of her hand. 

It takes much effort for the Queen not to sneer at him, his presence reeks of the Unseelie and in such a concentration that would put the Unseelie King to shame. Which begs the question, who is he? And has he usurped the Unseelie King? 

As she contemplates these questions, Meliorn whispers to her the relevant information. 

"I am sure that you are." says the Queen before asking, "How fare my knight? It has been some time since they have visited. I worry for them, especially Dairic; such a temperamental knight that one." she says.

"Ah yes, Dairic, he has brought me a pleasant surprise that one. He does not confide in me, but I am sure that he and your other knights miss their home." says the fey before her, vague truth and conjecture intertwined together as easily as he breathes. This is no youngling before her, this one is at the very least a few centuries old. This will be quite interesting, the Queen thinks to herself with a beautiful smile

The Unseelie Court Has not been heard of in centuries, and their King has not been seen for the same period of time. Since the end of the war between the Seelie and Unseelie Court, the latter has not been seen nor heard of. It has become such that most believe them to have closed themselves off to the wider world, choosing to keep to themselves in their world for reasons unknown. That is until now. 

As she stares at the uninvited and unforeseen guest within her court, the Seelie Queen cannot help the countless questions that swirl in her mind.

"I did not expect the savior of the New York Institute to pay me a visit." says the Seelie Queen as she takes a glass filled with a glowing violet liquid while offering Aemon one. 

The area they stand on within the massive hall has long become a place where the other fae skirt around as they continue their festivities. Though at times a particularly bold fae would wander into the area and mingle with them. Many a fae, both male and female, has attempted to draw Aemon's attention by sensually dancing on his person. Many more have tempted Jace, Clary, and Simon, only to be continually rebuffed at every turn.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asks before taking a sip, Aemon following suit with a slight smile on his face.

"Dairic speaks fondly of the Seelie Court and its beautiful and enigmatic queen, I must admit it has made me curious." remarks Aemon.

"Has it now?" asks the Seelie Queen. "And how is my knight?" she wonders, causing Aemon to chuckle. Twice now she has asked that question and both times under false pretenses. 

The Queen is well aware of Dairic and his fellow Seelie Knights' temperaments; even without knowing the details she is sure that their true loyalties lie with her. And yet still she asks about them as if she were oblivious all in order to find his bottom line. 

Had they been able to traverse between worlds as they wished they would have made the perfect spies for her. Alas regardless of what they wish, Dairic and his fellows can only serve to be annoyances at best with their divided loyalties. It is for this simple reason that Aemon has not slain them yet. 

Still, Evelynn is not as forgiving as Aemon. Should Dairic prove to be entertaining the slightest hints of betrayal during his absence Aemon would not be surprised to find him and all his fae dead upon his return. 

"Your knight indeed." replies Aemon, his eyes shifting towards Meliorn as the knight glares at him. Were he capable of it the half-fae would have long murdered Aemon with his gaze. "Still, this hearing is not being held on my behalf. Rather, it is these children who wished for this audience." says Aemon as he slips back into the deeper layers of the Feywilds disappearing from all but the Seelie Queen's sight. 

Seeing Aemon retreat, the Seelie Queen's eyes, which previously glowed with interest, can only look at her three other guests with disinterest. 

"Yes, Clarissa Fairchild and her two boys. A love triangle, how positively uninspired." she says with a tone full of boredom that is quickly replaced with intrigue. "Now, what exactly is it that you've come to request?" she asks.

"An alliance." says Jace as he steps around a particularly enthusiastic fae. "When the war between Valentine and the Clave begins it would be reassuring to know that the knights of the Seelie Court fights at our side." he adds, causing Aemon and the Seelie Queen to roll their eyes simultaneously. 

"Spare me the flattery Jonathan, it does not befit you." replies the Seelie Queen, causing Jace to flinch. No one has called him that since he was a child being raised by Valentine. "Or rather, is it Jace now?" asks the Seelie Queen. 

"Jace." replies Jace through gritted teeth. 

Seeing the situation worsening, Simon decides to intervene. 

"You said that flattery won't get us anywhere, how about some honesty." says Simon as he steps next to Jace. "We could really, really, really use the help." 

"If it is you, then you have my full permission to flatter away, my dear daylighter." says the Seelie Queen with a wink as her form briefly flickers to resemble Clary, causing Simon to blush to his roots. 

The queen is clearly amusing herself with their presence and by riling them up. Still, even with that knowledge they cannot help but react exactly how she wishes for them to, for emotions are not logical and one will feel what they feel regardless of the knowledge that the action was made to purposely make them feel those emotions. 

It is the mark of a true manipulator, to have one's target know they are being manipulated yet being unable to do anything but go along with it. 

"Enough." sighs Aemon as he steps out of the feywilds. "Stop teasing the poor boy and negotiate." he commands, causing Meliorn's grasp on his sword to become as tight as a vice.

At the rate at which the negotiations are going, Aemon would not be surprised if Simon comes out of the Seelie Court as heartbroken as in canon; and while having Simon realise that Clary has no interest in him would do wonders for his development, there are better ways for it to happen. Ways that will not result in him doing something foolish once his heart is broken. 

Aemon had thought that his presence would have made the Seelie Queen take the negotiations more seriously, yet that is now what is happening. She plays mind games with them and Aemon would not be surprised if at the end of it all Clary, Jace, and Simon return to the mundane world in mental anguish with no alliance to show for their suffering. 

"An Unseelie caring for someone not of his house? My, that is interesting. How unlike your usual brand of cruelty" says the Unseelie Queen with a smirk. 

"Hmph, you claim moral superiority yet you are no better than me. Whereas my cruelty is plain to see, yours is covered in pretty decorations and false smiles." snorts Aemon before smirking at Meliorn, wiping the smile from the Seelie Queen's face. It is taboo to call a member of the Seelie Court cruel, especially the queen, for they pride themselves on their hospitality and moral superiority when compared to their Unseelie counterparts.

Before she can say anything, Meliorn lunges at Aemon with a silent snarl, his sword drawn and slashing towards Aemon's neck. 

"Hahaha, breaking guest rights are we." laughs Aemon as he steps deeper into the feywilds before stepping out from behind Meliorn and gripping him by the back of his neck and easily lifting him off the ground as if he were a misbehaving kitten. 

"The last fool to dare to so had his family's blood drench his castle floor before I personally flayed him and strung him up for all to see." says Aemon as he slams Meliorn into the ground, cratering the floor and knocking the half-fae out in the process. 

Seeing Aemon's actions, the remaining Seelie Knights spring into action, only to stop in their tracks as they find daggers placed upon their necks courtesy of the members of the Black Knives who hid in Aemon's shadow. 

"Now." says Aemon as he turns to face the Seelie Queen. "I believe that we have negotiations to attend to." 

Staring into the Seelie Queen's eyes, Aemon finds a strange mixture of emotions within. Rage, unwillingness, and defiance are there in plenty amount, but there is also lust and interest also. 

"This one is deranged." says the Other within Aemon's head. "What is that saying from your mundane life 'Don't stick your dick in crazy'? I believe that you should yield to such wise counsel." he adds. 

"Crazy is my type." replies Aemon, causing the Other to retreat in exasperation. 

"Well played, King of the Unseelie Court." says the Seelie Queen as she bites her bottom lip while looking up at Aemon. 

"Thank you. Though I must admit that your handling of Jace and Simon was quite inspiring. A true masterstroke of manipulation." compliments Aemon as he steps towards the Seelie Queen. 

"Oh my, a fellow student of the arts. How unexpected coming from a savage of the Unseelie Court." says the Seelie Queen as her form changes. 

She now stands at an equal height with Aemon, her flowing red hair having become longer, her features changing to suspiciously contain a slight resemblance to Sansa; a supernaturally beautiful Sansa, but Sansa she resembles all the same. 

"You play a dangerous game." says Aemon with narrowed eyes as he firmly grabs her by the face. 

"Oh? Whatever do you mean, my dear King?" asks the Seelie Queen with an "innocent" smile on her face and a tilt of her head. 

With a chuckle Aemon releases her and steps away. 

"Release them." he commands, causing the Black Knives to release the Seelie Knights and slip back into Aemon's shadow. 

"I do believe that was my victory." says the Seelie Queen, he "innocent" smile turning smug. 

"For now." replies Aemon. "Still, that does not change the fact that this discussion needs to be had." he adds. 

"Indeed. Though that does beg the question, what is your interest in this?" asks the Seelie Queen. 

Regarding the Seelie Queen with an observing eye, Aemon briefly considers revealing the complete truth before dismissing the idea as quickly as it came. He may have earned her respect with his recent actions, but allies it does not make them. He is King of the Unseelie Court while she is Queen to the Seelie Court. Their customs, traditions, and values have caused their people to get along as well as water does with fire. And though Aemon has not even ascended the throne for half a year the fae of the Unseelie Court are now his people just as the people of the North are his people regardless of which version of Westeros he finds himself in. 

"You only need to know that should Simon request it then the might of the Unseelie Court shall fall upon whoever he deems his enemy." replies Aemon. The truth, but not the complete truth. 

She does not need to know that even without Simon's prompting he would still be interested in the outcome of this coming war between Valentine and the Clave. This world, like all other worlds accessible through the chat group, is full of resources that cannot be found in Westeros or Paradis, and a world where Valentine wins the war would make accessing those resources harder than Aemon would care for. 

Nor does she need to know that, should Aemon's plan come to fruition, her Seelie Court will be merging with his Unseelie Court. 

"How boring. I expected more from you, yet here you are admitting to being nothing more than a sword for this fledgling daylighter to wield." mocks the Seelie Queen, only for Aemon to dismiss her words with a scoff before once more entering the deeper layers of the feywilds. 

That bait was amateurish at best. Only an idiot would reveal their hand replying to such an obvious verbal trap. 

Seeing Aemon not falling for it, the Seelie Queen cannot help the smile that grows on her face. Clearly this new king of the Unseelie Court is not as stupid as his predecessor. Good, it will make things much more interesting. 

With Aemon no longer occupying her attention, the Seelie Queen turns to Jace, Simon, and Clary. 

"Now, where were we with the negotiations?" she asks with a smile that is all teeth.

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Westeros, King's Landing

107 AC

The shrill shriek of Caraxes echoes through the air as the Blood Wyrm announces his presence to the city of King's Landing. 

Having long been accustomed to the roar of dragons throughout their lives the smallfolk do naught but look up in surprise at the dragon's presence before turning their attention back to their regular lives. While they did not expect to hear Caraxes' distinct shriek, Daemon's return to the city is not enough for them to make a fuss over. As such, Daemon's return to the city is a peaceful one, or as peaceful as a dragon's landing can be. 

As Daemon dismounts his dragon however, the Dragonkeepers cannot help but be taken aback for he is not alone. 

Along with him are two young boys, twins by the looks of it, who cannot be older than eight namedays old. One possesses dark hair unlike any Targaryen, but fitting for one from House Royce, while the other has silver hair only found in those who share blood with the members of the house of the dragon. 

Still, despite their different colorings it is obvious that these boys are twins, and Targaryen twins at that. Slender frames, graceful bearings, and unnatural beauty that only a member of House Targaryen can possess; even the most dimwitted man would name them as Daemon's sons, especially since they resemble him when he himself was at that age. 

"My prince, welcome back to King's Landing." greets the leader of the Dragonkeepers with a bow. "We did not expect you, nor your companions." he adds while looking curiously at the twins who hide behind Daemon's legs. 

"Hmmm." hums Daemon dismissively as his eyes wander to every corner and shadow of the dragon pit, as if he were expecting an ambush. 

Before the leader of the Dragonkeepers can inquire about Daemon's wariness, the sound of armed men on a march draws everyone's attention to the entrance of the dragon pit, with Daemon's right hand finding its way to Dark Sister's handle.

Before he draws his sword however, Daemon recognises Evelynn leading a score of armored men in gleaming silver armor. Their steps are steady and firm, yet graceful and in tune with one another. These men are not only well armored, but they are clearly well trained. In fact, Daemon would dare to claim them to be better trained than most household guards and even the Gold Cloaks.

"Prince Daemon, we have been expecting you." greets Evelynn with a nod as opposed to a bow. "In light of recent events I felt it best that you and your sons be accompanied to your destination with a retinue of guards." she says. 

"Where is your master?" asks Daemon with narrowed eyes. 

While not exactly surprised to be greeted by Aemon's most trusted subordinate and a group of guards, he expected Aemon himself to at least be there among the group. There is much to discuss and plan with little time. Who knows what those Essosi cunts are planning now that they have failed to abduct his sons. Twice they have attempted to abduct a member of House Targaryen and twice they have been thwarted. Daemon would not put it past them to make another more drastic and dangerous attempt. If the war in the Stepstones has taught him anything it is that these Essosi dogs are relentless. 

"The Lord Commander is currently attending to matters of great importance." replies Evelynn, causing Daemon to snarl in response. 

"Matters more important than these Essosi dog's attempt to abduct my sons?" he questions through gritted teeth, Caraxes hissing at Evelynn behind his back. 

Despite having The Rogue Prince himself and his dragon glaring at her Evelynn remains unbothered, merely replying to the implied threat with a stare that makes her lack of care evident to all who witness it. The same however cannot be said for the men behind her, for they grip their swords tightly and cannot help but take a step or two back. 

 Seeing Evelynn remain unmoving despite the threat of Caraxes, Daemon cannot help but acquiesce for now while also gaining some respect for the woman. Unflinching in the face of a dragon and steadfastly loyal to her Lord Commander, were more of House Targaryen's subjects like her he would not need to worry about overreaching and grasping cunts like Otto and his ilk. Besides, his sons are still somewhat fearful of him. It would not do for them to witness him burning a loyal subject on their third day together.

"Very well, when your Lord Commander returns, tell him his prince summons him." says Daemon as he herds his children towards the entrance of the dragon pit where the horses await. 

"As you say, Prince Daemon." replies Evelynn while she and the soldiers with her mount their horses and protectively surround Daemon and his sons. 

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