Hello there,
If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page: patreon.com/Samael61
Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon, is 15 chapters ahead
DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world, is 15 chapters ahead,
Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World, a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU, is 15 chapters ahead,
Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever, is 15 chapters ahead,
Loki: The God of Magic , an OC-SI into Loki who is not aware of the MCU, is 8 chapters ahead,
If you enjoy sci-fi, action, politics, romance with an overpowered protagonist, you can check Arrival, my original story on my Patreon or my pages on the fanfiction sites. I intend to make this a long term project, if you wish to be with me in this journey from the very start, now is the time. Your review and likes are appreciated to keep up with the algorithm.
By supporting me, you can read advanced and special chapters, as well as vote on how you want the fanfiction to proceed.
Note: Apple Store payments will be refunded because of the company's 75-day hold policy.
—
Blackwater Bay
Ironborn Camp
7 BAC
"What was that?" Sasayuri asked, watching the fascinating machine fly away so fast that even her eyes had a hard time tracking it.
She had seen Ei's previous creations, but this dragon was something else.
"Thunder Dragon Puppet, a creation of mine. Weeping Town will be fine, and it will strike another blow to the Ironborn." She had learned her lesson on the importance of covering all her bases, and it was time to apply it.
—
Ei and Sasayuri's reunion was tearful behind the scenes, contrary to what the lords had seen. It still felt like a dream to Ei, having her beloved friend back from the dead.
Suddenly, the future did not seem so lonely.
Alas, duty called, and after Sasayuri's archers joined her host, the march to Harrenhal began in earnest. Forcing over ten thousand prisoners to march while ensuring there were no escapes was no easy task.
It wasn't all bad news, as it gave the old friends time to catch up, with Ei starting from the events after the deaths of her friends to how she ended up in this world and her work on saving the Storm Kingdom.
Sasayuri did not approve of the Sakoku and Vision Hunt Decrees at all.
—
High up in the sky, Visenya Targaryen watched as the Storm Queen summoned a flying serpent out of nowhere, only to send it southeast. The creature was fast, far faster than any of the dragons in Dragonstone, and was at least two-thirds the size of Balerion, perhaps more.
It did not have any wings, which baffled Visenya as to how it even flew, but she chalked it up to sorcery, since it wouldn't be the first time Argella Durrandon made use of magic so foreign but undeniably strong.
Stronger than any other sorcerer she had seen in Essos.
First the bridge, then the Sorcerer Queen somehow knew exactly where Vickon Greyjoy's host would be, and the way she destroyed close to half of Harren's twenty thousand men.
She had also flown on her own and now summoned a creature out of thin air.
If this continued, then their plans of conquering Westeros would be impossible to carry out.
—
Weeping Town
"Tell everyone to abandon the town and run away as far as they can." Tymin the dockmaster ordered, and his attendant stopped.
"We are not fighting?" The young lad asked, blood boiling to defend his home.
How naive.
Tymin shook his head. "We can't. Lord Tommen took most of the guards. We must run to save our lives, now."
At that moment, the sky broke, and the people feared a storm but only saw a creature flying too fast for anyone to see what it actually was.
However, before the very eyes of the townspeople, the creature slowed down as it passed over their home and stopped over the Narrow Sea, right before the Ironborn fleet.
The purple serpent roared, shaking the sky, and the storm they feared did come, only over the enemy fleet. Lightning, the color of their queen, the savior of Weeping Town, struck the ships, and orbs of the same color poured out of the creature.
Denizens flocked to the harbor to get a clearer look, watching with bated breath as the Ironborn fleet sank.
The serpent's maw lit up, threatening to drown out the sun, and with an ear-piercing hum, the creature unleashed a lance of white-purple fire, and a bright dome covered the ships. As it died out, more than half of the three hundred strong fleet were gone, the rest already sunk or burning.
The creature, their savior, dived towards the only ship left unscathed, doing something they were too far to see, before flicking the ship with its tail and sending it rolling through the air.
Just as fast as it came, the purple serpent departed, leaving the people of Weeping Town baffled.
—
Hayford
Storm Kingdom Host
It was the morning of the second day; the host started to march when the Thunder Dragon returned, with a prisoner in its claw. Nobles and soldiers gathered around her as the dragon soared to her and dropped the Ironborn.
"Your name?"
The Ironborn was terrified and looked around wildly, too far gone to hear Ei.
"I know him; that's Qhorin Volmark. He shares blood with Harren." Lord Corwyn had the displeasure of having Qhorin's ship dock at Duskendale once and had quickly banished the Ironborn.
"Another highborn prisoner. Put him with the rest, and be ready to leave. Sasayuri, with me."
—
The march was uneventful, except for the rare instances of a prisoner escaping, who was quickly subdued or killed, until the end of the first week, when riders of House Hayford approached the host, with Lord Cleyne Hayford at the head.
He had come to bend the knee and swear fealty after confirming that Harren and the Ironborn were indeed defeated and joined the march with fifty riders.
People were curious about who exactly Sasayuri was, though Ei only explained it to her father, since the rest weren't aware of all the details regarding her true nature, and Lucan was sleeping inside the Painted Realm.
Her father had merely shrugged at the revelation, already numbed to the unbelievable circumstances surrounding Ei.
After all, what was a person returning from death compared to a god reborn in the body of his daughter?
—
They had covered half the distance by all estimates, and Riverlords kept bending the knee, and her forces slowly swelled to over thirty thousand.
Not that the host would be needed for Harrenhal.
One issue she had was Sasayuri's station. By now, Ei would have decreed her as the general of the forces, but the lords would object, at least those that weren't too afraid to do so.
Sasayuri herself had refused, as an army that was forced to follow a leader wouldn't be a willing one. Instead, she had taken over the training of the host, running drills, installing discipline, and slowly transforming several different groups fighting together into a proper army.
Rather than being appointed as their leader, Sasayuri, as expected of her, chose to earn the position, and Ei expected nothing less of her.
Ei also had gifted Mistsplitter Reforged to her friend, for the blade was too valuable to be left to rust in a corner.
Naturally, they had sparred, and the Narukami Ogosho didn't remember the last time she felt so alive.
—
Kingdom of the Reach
Highgarden
"A secret passage?" King Mern asked Lord Armen Peake, who had discovered an unknown path in the mountains where the borders of the Reach, Dorne, and the Storm Kingdom met.
Lord Armen pointed at the exact spot the passage was. "Yes, your grace, it is on the lands of House Blackmont, just near the border where all three kingdoms meet. It is a passage through the mountains and untouched by the storm."
"That is the news we have been waiting for. My king, we should strike immediately." Manfred was ready for war yesterday, and the High Septon had promised the aid of the Faith Militant should he succeed in convincing the king.
Mern's voice took a dark turn. "So we will. Gather the banners. We will take the lands lost, and more, and House Durrandon will pay for taking my father."
—
Sunspear
Principality of Dorne
"Why did we not know of this passage before?" Princess Meria looked at the map where a hidden passage had been discovered by Lady Sylvana on her lands, as they were keeping an eye on the Lord of House Peake, who had moved to the border.
"It was used by smugglers mostly, and we had no need to search a different path." Lady Sylvana wouldn't even care about it, except perhaps to keep the passage hidden from the enemy, but this time, it offered Dorne the opportunity to strike the enemy.
"Doesn't matter now." She turned to her son. "Send ravens and gather our banners; with their forces beyond the Blackwater Rush, it will be too late for Argella Durrandon's sorcery to save her kingdom."
"At once, mother." Nymor nodded, leaving to carry out his task.
—
The Reach, in addition to the tens of thousands of levies and the significant number of knights and men-at-arms they had boasted, also had the backing of the Faith Militant, significantly bolstering their numbers.
The Dornish, on the other hand, knew the mountains better and could prepare their smaller host faster.
Both sides were heading to the same place, for the same reason, unknown to the other, while Argella Durrandon marched to Harrenhal.
—
Planky Town
Two people, covered from head to toe in loose brown robes, had just disembarked from a ship sailing from Braavos.
"I can't believe we had to land all the way here." The first woman, carrying an oversized bag that drew more than one eye, complained.
"What can you do? The humans fear war, and forcing them to sail to this—" the other woman checked the map— "Weeping Town would reveal our presence. So unless you feel like swimming across the sea, we should just start walking."
"Hey, I am the one who has to set up camp, cook food, and do everything else because you are too dainty for it. Perhaps you should have left the comforts of your shrine every once in a while?" The bag carrier scoffed. Ever since the two friends had reunited at Essos through a stroke of fate, they had been travelling together.
Making their way from the Dothraki Sea to Planky Town wasn't easy, but they had eventually managed it.
"My task was extremely important." The second woman stuck her tongue out.
The first one considered kicking her but just changed her mind. "Your task does not help us reach her any quicker."
"Neither does your complaining." The second one retorted, not to be outdone.
The bag carrier sighed. She hated getting into word fights with the cunning female, for she always lost. "Fair enough. We should find accommodations for today and start traveling tomorrow; it's getting late."
—
Riverrun
"My lord, there are riders outside the gates. They have brought a message." Ser Rychard informed the Lord of Riverrun after being granted entry to his solar.
"From Harren?" Edmyn scrunched his face, displeased at the idea. Knowing Harren Hoare, the bastard most likely demanded more gold or workers.
The Ironborn had already beggared most of the Riverlands for his keep with taxes, tributes, and the constant raids his men had committed.
He didn't know how much the land could handle before it broke.
And their hopes lay on the shoulders of the Sorceress Queen of the Storm Kingdom.
Rychard shook his head. "No, my lord. From Queen Argella. The riders claim that Harren and his host had been defeated, and that bastard had been taken hostage with half of his host."
Edmyn leaped to his feet. "Let them in."
He wasn't expecting this, but perhaps their wishes had been granted.
—
Riverrun's gates were opened, and the riders of the Storm Kingdom trotted in. The lead knight dismounted and slapped his fist to his chest to greet the lord of the castle.
"Lord Edmyn, I am Ser Roderic of Grain's Port. I have been sent by Her Excellency, Queen Argella Durrandon. Harren Hoare, King of the Isles and Rivers, has lost the battle and has been taken hostage, along with most of his army. Queen Argella bids you to ride to Harrenhal to witness the fall of House Hoare and swear fealty to her." The knight informed Edmyn Tully, and the Ironborn who had come to the courtyard became restless at the news.
Glancing at the reavers from the side of his eye, Edmyn smiled. "That is most welcome news, Ser Roderic, yet I cannot help but be curious. How did Queen Argella manage to win so swiftly?" Even passing through the Blackwater Rush would take too much time, yet to hear that the Storm Queen had already won?
It was surprising but most welcome.
The knight hesitated for a brief moment before answering. "Through sorcery, Lord Edmyn."
So it was true. "You admit it?" Edmyn asked, and the knights of his house were disturbed by the admittance.
Ser Roderic nodded. "There is nothing to hide; thousands have witnessed it." From the Blackwater Rush to the village where Ser Tristan was executed and Duskendale, the queen had not hidden her powers.
Edmyn rubbed his chin, considering the words, weighing what to do before turning to his knights, who were waiting behind the Ironborn. "As I extended you guest rights, I cannot put you to the sword, but I'll not have you filth in my lands any longer. Leave, now."
The Ironborn ran as their lives depended on it, and the Lord of Riverrun snarled, knowing he was powerless to do anything to the reavers.
Instead, he turned to Ser Roderic. "I shall gather my forces and march to Harrenhal."
He couldn't kill those bastards, but Edmyn would watch the death of Harren's line with satisfaction.
—
As more messengers reached more houses, the Ironborn faced retribution for all the exploitation they had subjected the Riverlands to. Villages and towns rose against their oppressors, putting the reavers to sword, to pike, or whatever tool they had weaponized.
Nobles, having given the Ironborn guest rights, had no choice but to merely expel them from their lands and call their banners. They rode hard to Harrenhal in anticipation, an idea impossible for them to comprehend before that day, all to finally see the end of the Ironborn yoke.
—
Storm's End
In the ancestral seat of House Durrandon, another woman was entering a different battle.
One not fought on a field with swords and spears, but one fought in bed with blood, tears, and grit.
Queen Selena was giving birth, and she had been sequestered in the room prepared for the birth with Maester Marrec, sent from Bronzegate, who was known for the number of successful births he had assisted in, and several experienced midwives ready to ensure a smooth birth, for the Queen of the Storm Kingdom deserved nothing less.
"Push, your grace. I can almost see the head!"
"What do you think I have been doing?!" Queen Selena screamed, still pushing to get the child out.
Maester Marrec had quickly discovered that the usually kind and gentle queen tended to be rather prickly when frustrated.
With one last scream of pain and the weariness of the labor, Queen Selena felt the child slide out of her and took a deep breath. Raising her head, she burst into tears, not from the pain nor the soreness, but from hearing her child cry.
"It's a boy, your grace, a healthy prince!" Maester Marrec declared, holding the crying baby up.
The prince was passed over to the midwives for cleaning, while the queen was also cleaned of the fluids covering her. Sheets were changed, and finally, Selena held her son in her arms.