GoT: A New God's Conquest

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Opening her eyes from a happy dream, Ginny squeaked in fright, a shadowy figure looming over her body in the dead of night.

"Calm down, it's me," the shadow spoke, making her realize it was only her friend who decided to terrorize her.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" She whispered, poking her head out of her bed's curtains, her dorm mates' still seemingly asleep after her cry.

"It's fine; I've already placed a silencing charm," Hermione told her as Ginny's rapid heartbeat calmed down.

"That wasn't what I asked," she replied to the older girl, still whispering out of habit.

"We need to find a way to contact Rose," Hermione continued, answering her question with the statement.

Ginny paused, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "But the headmaster told us..." she trailed off, realizing that what she was about to say was quite silly. Because when have they ever done as they were told?

"The professors will never listen. I'm sure most of them don't even believe that it was the real Rose that I met," Hermione huffed.

"Okay, you're right, but where should we start?" Ginny easily gave in, not doubting the smartest witch of their group for a second. "Oh, what about Hedwig?" she asked after a moment of shared silence.

Hermione frowned, shaking her head. "I've already tried the owlery. Hedwig is gone, and the other owls return with my message after only a few minutes of searching."

"So, she's placed an owl ward on herself?" Ginny asked. "If Rose doesn't want to be found, then what are we going to do?"

"You wanted to see me?" A new, teasing voice interrupted, making her and Hermione jump at the sudden intrusion.

"Rose?" Ginny's jaw dropped, wildly blinking at the otherworldly beauty of the woman casually seated on her mattress.

But how could she mistake her? It was, without a doubt, her best friend.

"In the flesh," Rose said, her cheeky grin only putting Ginny even more at ease before being pulled into an embrace that she had no hope of escaping.

"Rose, what happened to you?" Ginny asked, her voice muffled by large mounds of flesh that were definitely a new thing.

"I'll get to that soon. For now, let me enjoy having my two favorite girls all to myself," Rose laughed, and Ginny felt Hermione being pulled into the tight group hug.

"Rose, how did you get here, and did you place a listening charm on me?" Hermione's tirade of questions began, all but the first going unheard as Ginny couldn't help but compare the large, suffocating chest with her own barren plains.

And after finally being released, gasping for air, Rose began telling her story, a blank stare finding its way onto her face at the extraordinary events that her friend had been through.

A medieval world, a dashing savior, and living as royalty. It was all nearly too much for her to handle, and looking over at the wide-eyed Hermione, she was glad that it wasn't only her going through the experience.

"But Rose, are you really..." Hermione began after Rose finished, glancing down at the older girl's midsection.

"Pregnant?" Rose smiled, finishing the question for her friend. "I've said nothing but the truth," she told them, lifting her shirt before placing their hands on her belly that was only just beginning to show.

"But Rose, you're so young, and what about school?" Hermione asked, making Rose snort.

"I'm only a few years younger than when my own parents had me. And besides, there was no need to wait, not when I've already found the best possible man," Rose answered.

"But Hogwarts," Hermione still grumbled.

"Heh, silly girl, the professors here have nothing left to teach me," Rose explained. "In fact, I'm sure that's just about the same for you," she said, rubbing at Hermione's frizzy hair.

"But enough of that, I have a gift for you both," Rose continued without bothering with Hermione's displeased expression, pulling something out of her pocket.

"I asked my man to make something for your protection. I wouldn't be at ease leaving you two alone here. Not when something life-threatening seems to happen each year," Rose told them, the pendants she held in hand disappearing and placed around their necks in a display of unseen magic.

Ginny looked down at the golden lion attached to a matching chain. It was a work of art, and even without the fact it was enchanted, it was something her family would never have been able to afford. And it being the sigil of their house only made her like it more. Only…

"Rose, this is too much," she said, already reaching for the clasp before feeling a hand grab onto her arm.

"None of that, Gin. And besides, it's already bound to you," Rose stopped her from returning the lovely gift.

"Then, thank you, Rose. I love it," Ginny gushed, vowing to herself that she'd cherish her new necklace forever.

"Yes, it's wonderful," Hermione agreed from the side.

"Good, I'm glad you like them," Rose gave them another hug. "And give this one to Luna tomorrow," she added, handing Hermione another pendant, this one with a bronze eagle attached.

"Does this mean you'll be leaving?" Ginny hesitated before asking.

Rose nodded. "Soon, but don't worry, I'll make sure to stay in touch."

Ginny sighed in relief at that. She didn't really care much about Rose dropping out of Hogwarts, but the thought that she'd never see her friend again worried her more than anything.

"But it's late, and I don't want to keep you up all night," Rose continued, making her frown. "Though, I might as well join you two."

And before Ginny could question the statement, she felt herself being pulled down, nestled against Rose, who took the middle of the bed with her and Hermione on each side, those menacing breasts a little too close for comfort.

"Now stop worrying about the future for now and get some rest," Rose said before Ginny felt herself drifting back to sleep despite the many thoughts racing through her mind.

—A New God's Conquest—

Groaning, Robert rolled out of bed, a yelp going uncared for as one of the forgotten servant girls he'd taken a liking to bore the full brunt of his mass, the poor lass nearly crushed to death through the long moments it took to finally get to his feet.

Ah, nothing like stale wine for washing down the taste of stale pussy, he thought, tossing his goblet away before fumbling for the tent's chamber pot.

"Someone, get in here and dress your king," he bellowed, annoyed that all the noise he'd been making hadn't alerted his page by this point.

"Apologies, Your Grace," a meek lad he'd already forgotten the name of simpered, scurrying around and rummaging through his trunks for a fresh pair of robes.

Only grunting his dissatisfaction, Robert noticed the blonde hair and green eyes of the boy—another Lannister cunt, he supposed.

But gods did he want to give the boy a good slap, especially when the fucker wouldn't stop fussing with the tiniest out of place fold after dressing him.

"Enough! Go ready my warhorse," he finally snapped, the kid he still didn't know the name of jumping at his shout and finally leaving him in peace.

Stomping out of the tent, Robert mounted his waiting steed with a grunt before riding to where he could see his lords waiting. Damn, he'd put on a few pounds since the war. Maybe he'd need to cut back a little, he thought.

"Your Grace."

"Your Grace," the carrions he had to call his lords greeted as he approached.

"Are we ready?" Robert simply asked, not wanting to get into courtly small talk so early.

"Yes, My King, the agreed upon numbers are ready to set out once our scouts return," his Hand told him, making him nod at the good news.

Gods, Robert didn't know what he'd do without his father figure there to take care of such matters. Assembling a procession of squabbling lords was the last thing on his mind.

"It seems we won't be waiting long," Tywin commented, looking towards a nearing rider.

"Your Grace, my lords, we've spotted King's Tenebris's host," the scout reported. "Only…"

"Only what? Out with it, man," Robert hurried him along.

"Your Grace, there seems to be a town of sorts erected where only open plains lay just hours before," the rider responded, Robert and his lords pausing at the words.

"What of their numbers?" Tywin asked, the only one seeming to take things in stride.

"No more than a thousand, my lord."

Tywin nodded. "Then I see no reason to delay, Your Grace."

"Aye, we'll have to see this town for ourselves," Robert agreed. "Now off with you," he commanded the reporting scout, the man eagerly taking his leave.

With that said and done, one of his King's Guards who'd been following him from the start, took the lead, with The King Slayer and Selmy staying by his side.

It wasn't a long journey, and as he caught sight of the planned meeting spot, Robert had to admit that what the scout had reported was the greatest understatement that he'd ever heard.

So much so that he barely paid attention to the gold-clad spearmen who led them through the white marbled structures, only coming back to himself after arriving at a theater of sorts with more than enough seating for their group.

Robert frowned at the empty, raised throne on the other side. It was obvious that it was meant to put them at a disadvantage.

Ignoring the slight, he looked to the two women standing in the front, guards on each side.

"Lords of the Seven Kingdoms, on behalf of my god, I welcome you to this parley," the woman he could guess was of YiTish descent spoke up, and if the situation were different, Robert knew he'd be finding a way to drag the pretty little thing off to his bed.

"What is this nonsense? Does the King not see fit to greet his guests himself?" Jon pressed the woman.

"Our lord has much he must attend to as the chief deity of a pantheon; His Eminence has no time for such trivial matters," the girl told them, apparently still playing at the mummery that their king was a god.

"Pantheon? We were only aware that you worshipped a single god," his Master of Whispers questioned, making him hold back a sigh. Who cared about what these fuckers prayed to?

"I'm sure that there are many things that you are still unaware of about us," the woman who hadn't introduced herself waved off, not speaking further on the subject.

Robert was sure the eunuch would have further questioned the woman, but before he could, ungodly roars, the likes of which he only now had the misfortune of hearing, echoed throughout the skies, all but their hosts stiffening at the sound.

"Fucking gods above," he didn't hold back a curse. And how could he? A wheelhouse descending from the skies before his own eyes, six dragons at its reigns.

Looking to the lords at his side, Robert had to make sure he wasn't seeing things, the others in a similar state of shock and awe to his dismay.

Up to this point, and despite the tales of magic he'd been told, he'd assumed this would end in a war akin to how he'd taken his throne.

But now… It didn't seem that this was something his mighty hammer would so easily take care of.

—A New God's Conquest—

Taking her seat well above the assembled rabble—as was only proper—Val gave the gawking onlookers a winning smile, reveling in the fact that she'd won, her free folk now the ones calling the shots. Thanks to her wonderful hubby, of course.

"Ahem," Val pompously cleared her throat. "Now, shall we begin?"

"Begin? What's the meaning of this? Were we not meant to treat with the King?" a fat lord who she recognized as the paramount of the Reach ranted, her eyes narrowing at the fool.

"As I'm sure Yaling here mentioned, the king is a busy man, but I assure you that my words hold the same authority as my husband," she informed the mongrel, a round of grumbles going around the assembly, their displeasure only heightening her mood.

"If that's the case, then so be it," the lord seated next to the Kneeler king said. "But as the one who called for this parley, may we first hear your demands."

If Val didn't have an image to uphold, she was sure she'd be rubbing her hands together like a cliché villain, her only goal to make the next hours as miserable as possible for the Kneelers.

Already, the lords who hadn't made their treasonous bargains were close to shitting their britches after seeing her husband's pets, and as the useless back and forth proceeded, she was delighted that a battle was surely to have already broken out if not for the fire breathing lizards at her side.

—A New God's Conquest—

Watching through his lovely queen's eyes, Lux figured it was about time he made his entrance.

"You ready, Aurora?" he asked, the wolf girl popping out with a nod.

"Of course, Father," Aurora answered before disappearing, a regal set of golden armor forming around himself in her place, his other wolf girl showing up a moment later with a cute pout on her face.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you out, Noire." Lux rolled his eyes, willing the black-haired loli into a similarly colored great sword, the abyssal aura surrounding the deadly weapon eating away at any light that came nearby.

Now dressed as a god-king like himself should be, Lux summoned the woman who he'd decided would be joining him on this outing, her usual scowl ever-present as she stepped out of his magic circle.

"What's wrong, my dear? Are you not happy to be seeing the outside world again?" Lux asked with an insufferable smile on his handsome face.

"Tch, you know that I'm only doing this because you threatened to separate me from my son," Lyanna sneered.

"And, you know, I'd expect that someone like yourself would show a little more gratitude towards the god who'd revived them," Lux deadpanned, only receiving a glare at his words.

"Can we just get this over with?" the prickly northern beauty asked, making him roll his eyes.

"Whatever, be a grouch then," he told her, already plotting on how he'd soon be fucking some sense into the petty bitch.

But for now, Lux simply dragged the woman away before hunting down his dragon. He had to arrive in style after all.

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