Wandering Outcomes

A/N: Hello there. I was originally going to add two more scenes to the chapter but I was having too much fun with all the interactions so between that and making sure my non GOT Telltale readers would understand all of the context and explanations I had glossed over or omitted until now, I ended up making those scenes longer than I originally envisioned, at 13 pages of content. So, in the interest of giving you something to enjoy tonight since I will be busy tomorrow, I am moving the initially planned second half to the next chapter. Hope you like this one!

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Mira Forrester stared ahead, her smile beginning to grow. She seemed so relieved to see at all the people that had come to see her, especially most of her relatives.

"And there are two in attendance she probably isn't even aware of yet," Sansa thought to herself, wondering how she will react to the existence of her bastard siblings.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of joyful laughter as Talia embraced her older sister and they teared up over their emotional reunion after so long. Eventually, they broke off and the little sister looked at her with bittersweet eyes.

"It is so good to see you again, Mira!" The youngest Forrester woman said, sniffing. "We feared the worst after Ludd bragged about your imprisonment in King's Landing. But...I am afraid I must tell you..."

Mira placed the palms of her hands on Talia's and sighed.

"I know," The eldest of the female Forrester said in a sorrowful tone. "Ramsay Bolton killed our brother, Ethan, when he was acting as Lord while Rodrik was still presumed dead. I did manage to get letters to King's Landing for a time," She remarked, her eyes watered. "Talia I...am so sorry that I wasn't here for you, sister. Losing a brother is horrible enough, and believe me, I cried myself to sleep when I heard the news but losing a twin through such a senseless ****? And as close as you two were?" She shook her head. "I should have been here," Mira repeated as her grief flowed from the open wound the reunion was drawing from her.

"Well, you are here now," Talia replied as she gripped her hands tightly. "Between your return and recent events improving our fortune for the first time in well over a year, things seem to be looking up."

Mira sighed. "Don't count your blessings yet; I have grim news to share. But first," She added as she turned to look at Rodrik, her lips curling upwards slightly. "I am glad to see Elaena here as well. Does that mean I missed the wedding?" She asked with a shinier gaze, probably trying to lighten the situation. "To be honest, my mother did ask me if I could use my influence as Lady Margaery's handmaiden to write to your father and convince him that House Forrester was still a strong and resourceful House despite the losses at the Red Wedding, once we heard that he was thinking about breaking the betrothal but I couldn't manage at the time," She admitted. "Good to see it wasn't needed, though I hope you don't take offense."

Sansa watched as the heir to House Glenmore chuckled and smiled at her.

"None taken. Those were some uncertain and dark months, after all," She acknowledged. "I am afraid you did miss the wedding. But on the bright side, that means you won't have to wait that long to meet your new nephew."

Mira's gaped at that, before turning to Rodrik, who seemed quite happy at that precise moment. "You have a child now?! I am an aunt?!"

"Yes, and yes," The Lord of Ironrath replied with a grin as she looked at his sister. "A healthy boy, born a few days ago. We named him Arthur, after Elaena's late brother."

Mira's delighted face shifted in alarm. "Wait, Arthur is dead?! What happened?"

The Lady of Winterfell in exile remained silent as she watched as the sister-in-law sighed deeply, though her own jaw clenched as she remembered the story with growing anger. "Ramsay Bolton flayed him alive after he helped us push back the Whitehill garrison, before the siege actually began. Yet another reason to see that murderous sadist dead."

No one in the room disagreed with her, while Mira winced. "I am so sorry, Elaena. I only meet him once, on the very ball where your betrothal to Rodrik was announced before the War of the Five Kings began, but it was clear to me that he cared about you a great deal."

"Thank you," She said simply, her eyes looking down.

Suddenly, Mira's eyes widened as she looked around the room, her expression abruptly fearful.

"Wait where are Ryon and mother? Why aren't they here?"

Sansa sighed at her next expression, once she saw the faces of her siblings. "Ryon is safe and sound now, don't worry," Rodrik ended up saying. "After the forces gathered by Lady Stark and King Jon helped us shatter the siege, we managed to rescue our youngest brother from Lord Ludd, before I personally took off his head for his crimes against our House," The Lord of Ironrath said firmly. "We just didn't tell him yet that you were here because...well, at first we weren't sure if your injuries and exposure were going to be fatal and we didn't want to get his hopes up until Maester Ortengryn had a chance to examine you."

Then his expression saddened. "But our mother died during the siege, falling to a particularly strong fever while we were rationing."

Mira buried her face in her hands after that remark, starting to sob. Her surviving trueborn siblings already present went over to comfort her, having their first big family hug in several years, especially since Asher was exiled to Essos when he was 17, so the eldest Forrester woman hadn't seen him in over half a decade.

The redhead glanced at Josera and Elsera Snow, who had chosen not to move since they hadn't been introduced yet. Their faces were full of sympathy, however. After a couple of minutes, Mira had calmed down enough to regain her voice.

"Did she suffered?" She asked, her voice small.

"Not near the end," Her eldest brother responded softly. "Our loyal Maester made sure of that."

She was quiet for a long moment after that, her thoughts reeling. Still, she turned to look at Maester Ortengryn at the edge of the room and gave him a sad smile to go with a nod, which he answered back in turn.

"Anything else I should know before I get started with my tale?" She asked, sounding exhausted.

Rodrik, Asher, and Talia exchanged looks for a moment, before getting the right idea and inhaling deeply. And so, they approached their half-siblings, took their hands, and got them closer to the bed she was sitting on. Mira tilted her head, confused as she stared at their unfamiliar faces.

"Mira, these are our half brother and sister, Josera and Elsera Snow," Rodrik announced, his hand on Elsera's shoulder while standing straight. "They were the ones that convinced King Jon and Lady Sansa's forces to come to our aid when they did so, their assistance was invaluable in breaking the siege. These twins are welcomed here and, I believe I can speak for Asher and Talia as well when I say we have been getting along," He added with a grin, as glances were exchanged between the siblings.

For a long, long moment, Mira Forrester said absolutely nothing, her eyes simply widened at the revelation. But then, she shook her head as if to clear it and opened her lips.

Sansa raised an eyebrow at the very first thing that came out of her mouth, however.

"Are either of you practitioners of blood magic?" She blurted out.

The siblings looked at each other in surprise, then Elsera tilted her head in Mira's direction. "That would be me," She replied with a frown. "How did you know that one of us would be?"

"Because...that would explain some of the things Euron Greyjoy said to me while I was a prisoner at Deepwood Motte," Mira replied, in a bewildered tone, before showing them the palm of her left hand and noticed it was cut recently. "He told me he had somehow foreseen that he would come to need Forrester blood for a magical ritual and that while mine would not be as ideal as the one from the, and I quoting him here, "the powerful Forrester half, from crimson and blood-soaked snow" it would still serve him well."

Sansa interlocked her fingers during the heavy moment of silence that followed, her eyes narrowed as she pondered the possibility of the new King of the Iron Islands also gaining access to visions after the prophetic quake her beloved brother told her about that occurred due to his ascension.

"Hmph," The redhead muttered. "If that was a prophetic verse to be taken metaphorically, it does sound like Elsera," She recognized, "with the half referring to her being twin, the Snow talking about her bastardy, and the blood referring to her powers."

"But why?" Asher asked, his tone outraged. "Why would he want the blood of my sisters?"

"To know that, I believe we need more information," Lady Lyanna commented. "So, why don't you start at the beginning, Lady Mira, and tell us what you learned?"

The woman in question took a deep breath and nodded. "Well, I suppose it started nearly a week ago when, after strong winds made our vessel wander off-course, Euron Greyjoy attacked the ship I was on with my..."dear" husband, Lord Morgryn," She spat out in disgust. "Only good thing to come out of that was that Euron slashed his belly where he stood as soon as he boarded our ship. But then...he said he had plans for me, like if he had assaulted the ship solely because he knew I was aboard."

"And so," Mira said as she kept going, "he took me to his flagship, the Silence, made an offhand comment about apologizing for the lack of mutes that gave the ship its infamous name; apparently, he had sent them on a mission earlier. When I asked where we were going, he looked at me with...penetrating eyes, like he could see right through me. Maybe he could," The former handmaiden muttered. "Regardless, I repeated the question and then he laughed like if he was the only one on his ship that understood the full extent of a joke."

She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, having gained the undivided attention of everyone in the room. Then she inhaled sharply.

"Why, to your home at Ironrath, of course!" he told with a shit-eating grin." The eldest female Forrester cited, "But first, we are stopping at Deepwood Motte. I have business with Lord Glover and that I am sure you will find...educational."

King Jon was grinning, amused as he looked at his younger sister slashing at the air with her new Valyrian Steel blade. Her speed and stance were not bad, although her movements still resembled the form of the rapier that was Needle a lot more.

"I will have to ask Brianne of Tarth to help train her so that she can adapt her technique," He thought to himself. "Still, her bladework is quite decent for her size, all things considered, and since Dark Sister is made of Valyrian steel, it is far lighter than an ordinary sword. Between that and the fact the handle was actually designed for female warriors, I am sure she could become a very skilled fighter with the ancestral blade of House Targaryen before long,"

That last line of thought made him frown, however, a new thought crossed his mind. "The Dragon Queen probably won't like the fact that I gave one of her family's swords to my sister," He considered silently while scratching his chin. "Oh well, I will cross that bridge when I get to it."

Suddenly, Arya stopped her movements mid-swing and gaped, staring at something behind Jon. He raised an eyebrow and turned back, and noticed that Shallan Ravad had finally arrived.

She was wearing a white and light strapless dress that didn't reach her neck, covered in embroidery that depicted different phases of the moon, along with a necklace shaped like a full moon itself. She was smiling widely, but it didn't take Jon long to figure she wasn't smiling at him.

"I was hoping I would get the chance to see you all one last time before you left," She said in a pleased mood. "Especially you, Bellegere, since we hadn't really had a chance to talk since my priestesses informed you of your role in the Prophecy of Liberation. My deepest apologies for that; I have been busy treating the injured from my congregation and attending important meetings with representatives from the Iron Bank."

Arya's eyes widen even further. "Wait! She is the High Priestess of the Moonsingers?!"

Besides her, Bellegere sighed heavily and passed a hand through her face. The priestess just chuckled.

"That would be me," She confirmed. "I would chastise you for spying if you were a member of my congregation but since you are the cherished sister of one of my religion's most valued champions, I suppose I will let it slide. Besides, who am I to interfere with the beginning of something beautiful?" The Moonsinger asked in an almost philosophical tone as her gaze shifted between the two of them.

Jon raised an eyebrow. "Is anyone going to tell me what is going on here? And how do you know each other?"

Abruptly, Arya started blushing, looking mortified, which wasn't much like her. "Well...errr...I know of her because...ummm..."

Bellegere rubbed her forehead with her fingers before taking over the conversation. "The day your sister realized she was attracted to me, I was with a client, Shallan here, to be precise. And she...saw me pleasuring her at the time she walked in unannounced. I didn't realize she was there until after I had finished her off and send the High Priestess here on her way. I assumed you listen to our conversation from the other side of the door while you were dressing?"

Shallan just shrugged and nodded and Arya Stark suddenly got very interested in her feet, her face flushed in embarrassment. Jon took a deep breath to quell the mental image that immediately came to mind, which was not that easy since he had already seen Bellegere's alluring body naked so he also robbed his forehead in a show of frustration.

"This is what I get for talking to Sansa about possible threesomes when she told me she was fine with it the last time we fucked," He thought. "Alright, keep it together."

"Well, that sounds quite rude if so. Is there anything you would like to say in your defense, Arya, or should I assume everything they said was completely true?" He pressed.

Arya opened her mouth for a moment, only to close it again, unsure of what to say. Then Bellegere started smirking as she shifted her gaze between the two of them.

"Well, she also fingered herself to climax while she was watching us, if that helps," The Black Pearl of Braavos added in a helpful tone. "It was flattering really, that she found us so beautiful."

"Bellegere!" Arya gasped.

The exotic beauty chuckled. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It's just that, well, I have noticed you look even more radiant when you are blushing and from what I have seen and heard, that tends to be hard to accomplish. Besides, you heard Shallan, she is not truly complaining."

"What she said," The Moonsinger replied, her eyes shining with amusement.

His sister glanced back and forth between the two women before crossing her arms and headed closer to the dragon, sulking.

"Oh, please don't be like that," Bellegere called out, her tone growing a bit concerned. "Alright, I will make it up to you soon. Deal?"

Arya looked up at the Black Pearl's eyes for a moment before giving her a small smile. "Promise?"

"Of course," She said with a confident voice, placing her own hands around hers. "My word is my bond."

And so they grew quiet, comforted by each other's presence. Jon watched the whole exchanged in silence, his gaze surely giving off a ponderous image to anyone looking. Before long, Shallan found herself standing beside him.

"For what it's worth, I think they make a sweet couple," She whispered. "But then again, I am a romantic at heart so make of that what you will."

Jon turned to look at her. "You may be right. But it is too early to tell and a lot of changes will come to both of their lives in the days to come. I guess we will see."

"I guess we will." The Moonsinger replied in agreement.

A pause permeated the space around them, then Jon raised an eyebrow as a thought crossed his mind.

"I imagine that, in your faith, going to a brothel as a High Priestess is not that frown upon compared to some other religions?" He ventured.

Shallan chuckled at that. "Not exactly. As I have told you before, most high priestesses are chosen among the members of the bloodlines that produced some of the magical talents sacred to the Moonsingers. But they are rare and sometimes skip generations. As a result, our priestesshood is also expected to be fruitful and multiply, even when it comes to bastards. In fact, it is considered a dereliction of duty if you are born with the spark of magic in your blood and still refuse to have children."

"However," She went on, "during your time as a High Priestess you are expected to focus on your commitments across that 10 year period if you hadn't given birth yet. Since that's the case for me and for many others in our past, we debated the issue long ago and concluded that there was nothing in our scriptures that forbade the act of quelling our fiery urges in ways that do not conceive a child," The Braavosi explained. "And since the High Priestesses of the Moonsingers are all female, that in turn opened the way for the acceptance of sex between women, among our people. So, yes, as long as I do not bear a child during my years of service, I am allowed to visit brothels every now and then, as long as I focus my attention only on the pleasures of the female flesh," She added, a fond look on her eyes.

"Huh," Jon muttered after a while, "that seems more flexible than what you would usually see in Westeros amongst the orders and priesthoods that vow not to have children. Can't say I can fault the logic in your case, though."

She laughed merrily. "I am pleased to hear that."

Then, she took a deeper breath and her gaze turned serious all of a sudden.

"I know you have to leave soon," Shallan said. "And it's fine, because I know we will see each other again. However, I couldn't let you leave before sharing an important family secret with you."

The young king raised an eyebrow at that. "Very well," He ended up saying. "What do you have to tell me?"

"It would be better if I start by showing you," She remarked. "You see that seagull over there?"

Jon turned and saw the bird she was pointing at, standing atop one of the walls at the edges of the Canal of Heroes.

"Yes," Jon responded slowly. "What of it?"

"Don't take your eyes off it," Was all she said.

At first, nothing happened. But a few seconds later, it started flying towards him, before taking a turn. The secret god followed it with his gaze until it perched itself above the shoulder of the High Priestess. It was only then that he noticed the pure white look on her eyes.

Jon's own gaze widened. He had seen that look before. Before he could find his voice, her look returned to normal and the bird flew away.

"You are skinchanger," The king finally said, his tone of voice noting additional interest.

She smiled, her teeth showing. "The only one on Braavos, as far as I know. I believe that magical talent entered my bloodline when my great-great-grandfather wandered to Braavos from across the Narrow Sea to work for a while with the Second Sons mercenary company. He ended up siring a bastard with an ancestress of mine. And now, here we are."

Jon titled his head as he frowned; something about that story sounding strangely familiar. Then he looked at her face more closely, as thoughts swirled in his head.

"Wait a minute," He muttered. "Some of your features...they look very similar to those commonly found on women from the North."

Her smile widened at that. Then the King of the North and the Trident gasped, as he quickly started to calculate the years from her tale. "Did you said your Northener ancestor came to fight for a time alongside the Second Sons?" He asked, his eyes ever wider. "Are you talking about who I think you are talking about?"

As a response, Shallan finally opened the pouch she had been carrying in her hands and showed him a large wooden pendant. It looked old and worn; easily a century old. But what caught his attention most was that it was carved in the shape of a direwolf, precisely to the likeness of the sigil of House Stark. And when she turned it around, he could see words engraved in it. His heart started pounding harder with every word.

"May you be free from the coming Winter. With love, Rodrik," He read aloud.

Jon was silent for a long moment, during which point, Arya had finally gotten closer as her interest in our conversation increased. But eventually, he found his voice while looking at her in the High Priestess in the eyes.

"You descend from Rodrik Stark, the Wandering Wolf," He stated with conviction.

Arya gaped at that comment, before turning to stare at the smiling Moonsinger. She looked so happy.

"I am," Shallan confirmed, her eyes sparkling. "And I must say, it is good to finally get to know an actual Stark."

Then she extended her hand to him. "I am so blessed to have met you, my dear cousin."

A/N: So, yeah, that happened :D

To be clear, Rodrik Stark, the Wandering Wolf, is an actual historical Stark, and since he wasn't expected to inherit the Lordship because he was the 5th born son, he ended up adventuring a lot more, his exploits taking him all the way to Essos to join the Second Sons before returning home to marry and settle down like it was still expected of him. As a result, he was the only historical Stark from the recent enough past that I could think of that would end up having a child in Essos, which would result in spreading his warg genes, among other things.

So yes, that was important for part of the backstory I developed for this OC of mine, Shallan Ravad. More on that later. But know, however, that while I do have plans for Shallan and her connection to Braavos and the Moonsingers, having her join the harem anytime soon is not one of them. Jon will end up prioritizing other candidates on that front and like Shallan said, she can't really have kids until she finishes her last few years of service.

And yes, in case you didn't notice before, the porn actress I picked for Shallan was the woman Bellegere was pleasuring when Arya stumbled upon them in the act. So, when I picked another image for her during her meeting chapters with Jon, that was actually her likeness showing up again in a recurring role, just as a named character this time around.

Anyway, thanks for reading everyone. Hope you enjoyed it. Leave a comment down below if that was the case and until next time guys, see ya!