Chapter 195 [Vault]

Title - GOT: The Wolf of War | Chapter 2 | Futanari MC

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[3rd POV] [257 AC | 24 Years before the fall of the Targaryen Dynasty | 5 Years before the Birth of Brandon Stark]

Time had passed since the birth of young Cregan Stark, since the birth of a little girl born with some…unique additions. And during those five years, a bit had happened. 

For one, Cregan had quickly proven to be an interesting child. One that is quiet and intelligent, who listened in on everything and seldom cried. She didn’t fuss and didn’t cause much problems for her beloved mother, Lyarra. She rarely made a noise, which sometimes scared her young parents, but they soon grew used to the oddity of their daughter. 

Over the years, Maester Walys had tried several times to end her life through poison, but not once had it worked, for she was immune to practically every poison in this universe. None of them affected her in the least, and Walys was beginning to realize that 

Cregan hadn’t been a quiet child for long, as once she had started talking at a young age, a prodigious age, she had begun to become quite the wild child. Running around Winterfell, exploring every nook and cranny of the ancient castle, pranking the guards in all sorts of ways, and making the cold and quiet castle bustle with a more…warm atmosphere. 

She had done this for a few reasons, but mostly because it was funny to see the reactions it caused. Although it did help keep the guards on their toes, something that they were severely lacking beforehand. It was also to train her body, as she realized that thanks to the boon she was given, she can train at a young age and it won’t negatively affect her, thank the gods. 

Cregan over the years had grown close to her mother, and was widely known as a “Mama’s Girl” while she still got close to her father, she didn’t like his tendencies to get involved with Southern politics, when they should be focusing more on improving upon the North. 

Cregan might not have been big into politics in her past life, but in this current life? In this current life she had been reading and absorbing every book possible, and thanks to the boons she had received, she was learning at a far faster pace than what was possible beforehand. 

She had regular dreams at night, dreams of past Kings of Winter, of wars long since forgotten, of the Kings of the past that ruled. She saw it all, and gods was it incredible. She learned more and more from the past, and knew it was a great boon to unknowingly learn of the Starks of Ancient past. 

She had found herself especially skilled at architecture, as she read book after book on building and the materials required. She already had several ideas in mind for Winterfell, especially since the Castle had remained largely unchanged for thousands of years, and it was about time it was changed, at least somewhat. 

She read books on the layouts of several castles, or at least, the layouts that were known. She had even managed to sneak into her fathers solar and see the layout for Winterfell, the ones that were remembered at least. 

The true extent of Winterfell was unknown, as the original schematics of the castle was lost a long long time ago. Only Brandon the Builder and perhaps his great grandchildren would know, and even that is unlikely. 

Either way, Cregan had grown to love her new life, even without the severe lack of proper hygiene, such as no showers. But she loved it either way, she loved her parents, who had been a lot better than her past life’s parents, who hadn’t been the nicest of people. 

At the moment Cregan was in the Godswood, sitting before the Weirwood tree, humming silently to herself as she read a book on Torrhen the Kneeler. Most of the North hated the man, but she respected him. He had chosen to destroy his own honor and dignity in order to save the North from some Valyrian cunts that looked down upon them as nothing more than savages.

Yeah, Cregan didn’t really care for the Targaryens, not at all. The only decent one was Daenerys, and even she was kind of an idiot when it came to ruling. She did like the stories of Aemon the Dragonknight and Jaehaerys though, although she disliked the “Gift” that had been given to the Night's Watch from THEIR lands. 

Targaryen’s were the cause of 99% of the conflicts of Westeros, and the deaths of thousands. They were the cause of a majority of the issues that befell her people, and were the reason why the Seven was causing the Old Gods to slowly die out, even if the Old Gods were FAR more accepting than the Seven ever was. 

From what she read, the Old Gods were accepting of just about anything, as long as it was not Kinslaying, and things like that. They even allowed same sex marriage under their laws, albeit that was from a long long time go, and most look down upon it. They basically just let you do what you want, and didn’t have expectations of you like the Seven did, which was why she was far more willing to pray to them than anything. 

She didn’t even want to think about Aerys Targaryen, the current King of Westeros. For that man was a madman, and deserved death for some of the things he had done. She didn’t hate all Targaryens, especially ones in a situation like Rhaella’s, where they are basically raped by their own husband whenever he wished, and treated like nothing more than a broodmare. 

Cregan sighed as she finished the book, finding that a lot of it seemed…incomplete, or borderline wrong. She hoped to see it in her dreams soon, as it would be interesting how it had truly happened. 

‘The War of the Ninepenny Kings should be ending soon, which means that Barristan will be made a member of the Kingsguard’ Cregan thought, closing the book as she got to her feet. She remembered that Barristan was one of the best knights in the history of Westeros, and was up there with the likes of Aemon the Dragonknight, Daemon Blackfyre, and the Rogue Prince.

”Cregan? Is there any reason as to why you are not at your lessons with Walys?” A voice echoed in the Godswood, as Cregan turned to find her mother standing there, a stern look in her eyes and hands on her hips. Her mother was a beautiful woman, one that she loved dearly. 

“His lessons are boring, Mama. I already know everything he is trying to teach! I want to do something more fun! Like training with a sword!” Cregan said, her eyes sparkling at the thought. 

She had yet to wield a blade in this life, and she desperately wished to. She had talents beyond the likes of Arthur Dayne, Barristan Selmy, and Jaime Lannister, and she wanted to prove that. She didn’t wish to be a “Lady” or whatever the hells her mother was thinking of her. And she sure as hell was not marrying some southern cunt because her father wanted her to, whether it was a woman or not. 

She would marry who she wants, not who her father does. And thankfully, it seems her mother agreed with her in that aspect. 

“Training a sword? What have I told you about that, Cregan?” Lyarra asked, giving her daughter a stern glare. 

“That I’m too young. But I’m telling you Mama I’m not! I can prove it, I promise!” Cregan said with a scowl beginning to form, growing annoyed. She might be a child in form, but mentally she was not. And even now, she knew several ways of killing someone with her bare hands, thanks to being a master martial artist in her past life. 

“Enough! I will not hear more of this, Cregan! You will not be learning to wield a sword until you are older, and that is final! Now come, it is time for dinner” Lyarra said, giving her daughter a small glare, Cregan growling as she marched past her mother in anger. 

“Gods that child…” Lyarra whispered with a sigh as she walked after her daughter, knowing that her daughter was not pleased. 

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[261 AC | 20 Years before the fall of the Targaryen Dynasty | 1 Year before the birth of Brandon Stark]

4 Years had passed since that argument with her mother, and over the four years, things had grown…tense, to say the least. As she grew older, Cregan began to get more and more rebellious, leaving Winterfell on her own without telling anyone, exploring Wintertown, the small town outside of the castle. 

She had begun to train herself in blades and weapons on her own with no trainer, as her mother still refused to train her, believing her to be too young still. Her and her mothers relationship had grown to be…strained, as her mother seemed to be quite set in her belief that Cregan was too young to train, and shouldn’t be training to begin with. 

Her father stayed out of it, mostly because he didn’t wish to risk his wife’s wrath, but also because he agreed with Lyarra. Cregan found this to be stupid, and openly stated this many times, as the boys within the castle would begin training as young as five years old. 

She didn’t care for their opinions on the matter after she had asked for the thirtieth time upon turning 8, so she took to training on her own in the Godswood and wherever else she was able to. She found that while she couldn’t train to the full extent with others, she was still growing rapidly. 

Her dreams of Starks of old continued, and now included some of the more “Modern” Starks, particularly Cregan Stark, the old wolf that was alive during the Dance of the Dragons, and the one that she was named after. She had begun to learn from them all by watching, and it was thanks to them that her progress with the sword had rapidly improved. 

She still loved her mother dearly of course, but she hated the way she was trying to force her to be something she was not, to stop her from training out of what she believes to be a fear of her…differences implicating her more. It was well known by now that the first child of the Lord of Winterfell was born with a cock, and it had caused…mixed reactions.

Those in the North believed it to be a gift from the Old Gods, as Rickard did. But those in the South dubbed her as a Freak, a monster, just like other Northerners. But Cregan didn’t give a damn about their opinion of her. 

At the moment Cregan was sat on the back of a horse, riding alongside her father, gazing forwards in awe at a large, sprawling wall, THE wall. The one that was made by Brandon the Builder and the Children of the Forest, one of the greatest wonders of the world. 

She had been invited to visit it alongside her father, who needed to do an annual meeting with the current Commander of the Watch, as he knew his daughter wanted to visit more places in the North, and what place was better than the Wall?

Cregan felt her excitement grow as she gazed upon it. 

Alas…

She had no idea that this would be the day…everything changed. 

The day the Wolf of War would begin its journey.

The day that would change her life forever, for better…

Or for worse

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That’s the end of the chapter!

Love interest is Elia, with Ashara Dayne coming later in a rather unique way. 

Anyways, have a good day!