A new story I've been thinking of for months now, it follows Season 7 and on, it will be a mixture of TV series and books, more so TV series.

FYI - if you want me to respond to your questions/regards to my choices use your username and not be a guest. I can't respond otherwise. Since some of you seem to think you know what I am going to write/how/the pairings/etc let me assure you there is no threesome/love triangle between Jon/Dany/Robb. As Ygritte said, you know nothing.

Apologies if I sound rude, I am just done with people telling me how I should write my stories.

Thank you.

Chapter 1

It was grey and cold, wind howled as a storm brewed outside Dragonstone. She had returned to her birthplace a queen, not an exiled princess. It was anything but the homecoming she had expected. There was no feeling of home in this barren castle, though her ancestry painted its walls, spoke volumes of her once great house; she was left with an unsatisfied feeling. It was not the house with a red door and a lemon tree outside her window.

She sat at the head of the painted table, overlooking her many allies, the Lannister, Tyrion, her hand. Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene Sand, her 'gifts' of sorts from Prince Doran and Princess Arianne, they appeared as nothing more than her handmaidens in the eyes of strangers, but in truth they were her protectors when her children could not be, at least that's how Prince Doran had kindly told her. The Sand Snakes were a means to ensure that a bargain well struck remained as such; Prince Doran had been an avid, silent supporter of her family, but the untimely death of his son Quentyn had left a bitter taste in the prince's mouth regarding their alliance. Quentyn had attempted to seize one of her dragons; the foolish boy had thought his diluted Targaryen ancestry would allow him to tame one of her children. She had felt nothing for his loss, for she as a mother who loved her children fiercely was unforgiving of the young Martell's attempt to subdue her children. A dragon is not a slave, it has no master. Daenerys played the remorseful parent nevertheless in a successful attempt to quell the prince's fury against her children.

Across the table sat the queen of thorns, Olenna Tyrell. Having already lost two grandchildren to Cersei Lannister, she would be damned before she lost her remaining two, Willas and Garlan Tyrell. Tyrion circled the table as he spoke strategically of battle plans. Daenerys watched and listened with little interest. Her eyes flickered towards the lord commander of her queensguard, Ser Barristan Selmy, he watched with keen concentration as did Grey Worm the leader of her Unsullied.

Tyrion finished, "And that will be that."

Daenerys refocused her attention onto her hand, lilac eyes all-knowing as she gazed out at her supporters. "So, do I have your support?"

Obara raised a brow, "You have three large dragons, why do you not just fly to the Red Keep and demand they bend the knee to you?" There was a challenge in the sand snake's eyes.

Daenerys lifted her chin defiantly, "I have been called many names, breaker of chains, mother of dragons," She began coolly. "Queen of blood and war, queen of murders, thieves, rapists and savages, I will not be called queen of the ashes too. I am not here to murder thousands of innocent lives in fire and blood." She stood, hands clasped together to stifle her growing fury at Obara's daring insolence. "I appreciate your council, all of you, but Prince Doran and Princess Arianne chose to ally themselves with me. You would do well to remember that next time." Obara's eyes narrowed to snaky slits, Nymeria and Tyene shared glances. "It is nightfall, I'm sure you are all tired and eager to return to your rooms, we will speak again tomorrow." Daenerys nodded to them as the three sisters were the first to stand and leave.

Olenna stifled a tiny smile and merely nodded to the young queen as she stood and left the room with Varys at her side, Dany slowly sat, released a heavily burdened sigh. Tyrion gazed at her sympathetically. "I for one admire your sentiments, your grace."

Dany smiled faintly, "I feel you may be the only one, my friend. They are grieving for their losses; I understand that feeling quite well. But, they cannot look forward if they are trapped in the past. None of them care for the innocent lives that may be lost if we blindly attack King's Landing. They seek only to settle their need for revenge." The Targaryen appeared forlorn. "I cannot rely on them as my allies."

"Your grace," Tyrion began as Daenerys withered into her chair.

"What am I to do?" Daenerys looked at her hand. "I cannot retake the iron throne if I am constantly worrying my allies may do something problematic in my absence."

"Surely Prince Doran would not allow that to happen," Tyrion tried to reassure her.

"He would not," Dany agreed. "It is not him who I worry of, it is Princess Arianne and the sand snakes. They will do her bidding before their prince. Lady Olenna, she is far more concerned with the welfare of her house and family then of King's Landing and its people. I do not fault her in that."

"You need allies who share your vision for the realm," Tyrion concluded solemnly.

Dany nodded, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Tyrion stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Maybe, possibly, but it will be a stretch."

"Tell me," Dany prompted as she sat forward her curiosity was peaked.

"The north," Tyrion explained. "That is where you will find your allies."

"The north?" Dany spoke in wonder. "What could you possibly find in the north? It's a desolate wasteland."

"It may be dreary, yes, but you will not find a nobler house then the Starks," Tyrion tried to persuade her. "I have met them, I can say from experience they are good people, especially their kings, Jon and Robb Stark."

Daenerys raised a brow, "Kings?"

Tyrion nodded, "Yes, they have declared themselves the kings in the north. But, that's beside the point. They could prove to be valuable allies."

"I am the rightful heir to the seven kingdoms, the north is one of those kingdoms, and if they have declared themselves as kings they are an open rebellion, just like your family." There was purple fire in her eyes to hear there were more contenders for her crown.

"The Starks are nothing like my family, I assure you." Tyrion quickly explained. "Robb, he did not think very much of me, but his brother, or well cousin, Jon, he was a good, honest man. I liked him and thought very highly of him."

"Why make allies, I could just fly there and demand they bend the knee and do as I command," Dany spoke coldly.

"Your grace," Tyrion ventured carefully. "Let's be generous and assume you can conquer Winterfell, you will not be able to hold the north. It is far too vast and its people far too wild and loyal to house Stark to obey an outsider."

Daenerys's eyes tapered, "Are you implying that even with the Dothraki, the unsullied, and my dragons, I would be too weak?"

"No," Tyrion returned her glare. "You are nearly invincible. But, you will have a greater struggle trying to get the northerners to join you if you threaten them with dragon fire and bloodshed. Everything you said you did not wish to do." Dany looked away in frustration, Tyrion sighed knowing he was beginning to make her see reason again. "No one said conquering the seven kingdoms would be easy, your grace. You will need to inspire devotion, loyalty; the people of Westeros need to know they can put their faith in you as their ruler. Deceit, mass murder, and fear are not the ways to do it. It will make your power fragile, it will make you weak. Those who have won and ruled as such died quickly and painfully." Tyrion came to stand before her. "That is not what I want for you, Daenerys." He was speaking to her as a friend, not her advisor.

"What if they refuse to ally themselves with me?" Dany questioned him softly. He could glimmers of worry of their potential rejection. "I need proper allies who will support me and not their own blind ambitions." For the first time in a longtime she lowered her walls and showed him her vulnerabilities. "I know I cannot win this war alone."

Tyrion smiled sympathetically, "No, you can't." He took her hand and offered it a reassuring squeeze. "I have a good feeling about them. They will be able to give you the support you need. But it will require diplomacy, compromise. It will spare you all sorts of trouble down the road, I promise you."

Dany sighed, "It's true as they say conquerors are rarely loved."

Tyrion laughed, "They can be, you will be, but you must go about it the right way. Everything is in a state of chaos, there are many lords trying to proclaim themselves as kings, all of them fighting for power for their own houses, but none of them are thinking of all those beneath them or for the greater good of the realm. That is why I know you will succeed with the right council and the right allies. Right now Robb and Jon Stark are the second most powerful lords in Westeros. They govern nearly half the land of Westeros, possibly more now that the Vale has allied with them."

"Alright, I hear you." Dany conceded as Tyrion stifled a tiny, triumphant smile that Dany easily noted, but let slide. "What do you suggest I do to begin diplomatic channels to form an alliance?"

"Leave that to me," Tyrion reassured her. "I trust Jon will be willing to hear me out. I will send a raven to Winterfell at once."

Dany nodded, "I trust you."

Those words held a greater weight for Tyrion then she would ever realize. Everyone who had ever looked down upon him would rue the day the dragon queen made her strike on the seven kingdoms. He could not hide is glee to see the expressions on his father and sister's faces when King's Landing became theirs. Tyrion had been devastated to learn his father had survived his attack with a crossbow; he had hit him far enough not to damage his heart. The old lion of the rock still lived, as did his son's anger for his existence. He knew his father would be ruthless in his battle tactics for the wars to come, especially with Jaime aiding him, and Joffrey poisoned and dead. The lions were clinging to the allies they had after Cersei had gone wayward and blown up the Sept with Margaery, Loras and Mace Tyrell inside.

Tyrion looked at his queen with promise, "I will not let you down, your grace."

Dany smiled, "I know." She stood and moved to gaze out at the night sky over the ocean outside of Dragonstone's walls. No longer did they look at each other as queen and hand, now they were simply two people, friends, sharing their thoughts. "Have you spoken to her?"

Tyrion came to her with a glass wine and one cradled in his own hand for himself. "Who?" He asked with indifference.

Dany rolled her eyes, "Your niece."

Tyrion sobered up quickly, "No, I have not."

The silver lady sighed, "You should. She is your family. She is innocent from what I can see."

"I think she made her feelings for me abundantly clear when we reunited." Tyrion was thoughtful; Dany squeezed his shoulder in solace. She knew of the Lannister's affections for his niece, the child of his twin siblings. Daenerys remembered when she had met the sand snakes, Arianne and Doran. The princess of Dorne in private had asked for Daenerys to take Myrcella along with her to Dragonstone, she feared for the young lion's life, a man by the name of Gerold Dayne had attempt to kill the young Lannister. With Tyene, Nymeria, and Obara now serving as Dany's companions Arianne worried for Myrcella's safety in Dorne. Dany had conceded, but only for Tyrion's sake. She had been able to convince Prince Doran to allow her to take Myrcella with her; she would be a well-protected pawn in the company of three dragons.

The reunion between the Lannisters had been anything but affectionate. She remembered the seething hate in Myrcella's eyes at the sight of him wearing a silver brooch, a lion turned dragon.

"Myrcella," Tyrion had begun kindly.

"Traitor!" She had slung the word at him with a harsh slap to his cheek; Tyrion had not flinched, openly accepting her assault. Dany had stood motionless, though she battled deep inside whether to interfere or not. Myrcella cradled her palm as it stung from her efforts to hurt him. "Was it worth it? Betraying your family for your need for revenge against us, your desire to prove your worth?" There were tears in her green eyes, Jaime and Cersei's green eyes.

Tyrion stared at her for a long moment, sympathy clear in his eyes. "Yes, it was." The shock and revulsion written so clearly on her face saddened him.

Breathing deep, Myrcella straightened herself with all the teachings of a lady that had been forced into her since childhood, she composed herself quickly, her pain slipped away like a mask and she was once again stoic and frigid as Cersei always was. "I suppose I did not know you as well as I thought, uncle." She turned to Daenerys; the dragon queen could easily see how the little lion fought desperately to keep her composure together. "May I return to my room?"

"Of course," Daenerys spoke with her queenly prerogative. Myrcella turned on her heels and never looked back once. The sand snakes accompanied her. Dany looked at her hand. "Will you be alright?" Her words were soft, compassionate.

"I've survived through much worse," Tyrion spoke. "I'll survive this as well."

"I know you will," Daenerys was kind. "I would never choose a coward as my hand." They shared a smile.

Daenerys sipped her wine, "She will come around in time, and she seems like a smart girl. Nothing like your sister you described to me."

"She shares her mother's appearance, but very little of her character." Tyrion agreed with tenderness. "She is good. I was shocked that something so pure came from my sister's womb, but perhaps it's Jaime she takes after. She will come to see reason; she will have no choice in this war to come."

"Children are the true victims of war," Dany lamented. "But there are many casualties in civil war; she will need to become strong as Valyrian steel if she is to survive this war."

"Unlike her brothers, I believe Myrcella is strong enough." Tyrion promised her.

Dany softened, "I will do what I can to help her."

Tyrion looked relieved, "Thank you." Given her queenly temper, her ruthless Targaryen ways, he learned more and more Daenerys Stormborn did not believe in unnecessary cruelty. She was compassionate, and he'd even venture as far as forgiving.

"I will send word to Winterfell immediately," Tyrion said as Dany took a sip of her wine.

"Good," The dragon mother replied, Tyrion often hid his surprise well at just how soft Daenerys's voice was. It was a stark contrast to the steely, haughty exterior she displayed to everyone else.

In the distance they heard a series of thunderous, shrill roars as her children took flight from the lairs they'd built within Dragonstone.

Dany smiled, she was a fair person, and Westeros would see that. But, her enemies would quickly learn her anger was far more devastating as anything they could ever dream of.

In the north, Winterfell now supported Stark banners once again. Robb had miraculously survived an assassination attempt on his life by Walder Frey, but lost his pregnant wife, mother, and all his men who fought bravely to help the young wolf escape. He and Grey Wind were the sole survivors. But he had been heavily injured by an onslaught of arrows and had been thought to be dead when he'd managed to escape on horseback. He was grateful to his direwolf, he had trusted his wolf's instinct and had been wary of his time in the Frey's company, but he had paid the price for his decisions to go against Walder Frey and take a wife in secret.

He had managed to find his way further north, to the wall, and to Jon. Despite being the bastard son of his uncle Brandon and Ashara Dayne, Robb had only ever seen him as his brother and best friend, as Ned had always wanted. He had been left melancholy when Jon had chosen to go north with their uncle Benjen to take the black, only to learn later on, it had been Catelyn Stark who had driven him away, unable to stand the sight of the child of the man she had dearly loved even after so many years of marriage to Ned, Catelyn held affections for Brandon. He was the Stark she had been meant to marry, she had wanted to marry. Over time she had grown a fondness for Ned, but her love for Brandon had never wavered, and Jon had paid for it.

Robb had learned in his absence of Theon's betrayal, the death of his brother, Bran. Despite their reunion and Robb's promise to release Jon from his vows as a man of the Night's Watch, Jon was reluctant to leave. He had explained to his brother the many things he had seen, the vow he had made to Tormund, the wildling man. Unwilling to be separate from one of his few remaining family members, Robb decided to assist Jon to retrieve the wildlings from Hardhome and bring them south across the wall. In return Jon promised to help him reclaim their home, Winterfell from the Greyjoys.

After Hardhome, Robb understood it all. Jon had been right. There was greater war awaiting them, and an enemy that did not sleep and was like nothing they had experienced before. If they managed to get past the wall, it would be the north, their home that fell first. The solution was simple, they had to work together to unite the north to fight an enemy they did not know existed, the Night's King.

When they had arrived to the wall with the wildlings, some of the night's watch had threatened Jon's life, threatened mutiny for his choices. Robb had been quick to defend his brother, in the end Jon had swung the blade as their father, Ned, had taught them and ended the lives of Olly, Alliser Thorne, Bowen Marsh, and Othell Yarwyck for treason and an attempt on his life. He had beheaded them.

Robb had pardoned Jon from his vows, naming Eddison Tollett as the new Lord Commander and promising to send men to help man the wall in Jon's place against the others. Upon their return, Robb and Jon learned of House Bolton taking seat in Winterfell while they had been north of the wall. They also learned of Sansa's captivity as wife of Roose Bolton's bastard, Ramsay.

The Free Folk agreed to assist them; together they were able to rally the north despite the northerner's skepticism of the young wolf and his past choices. Robb had sent a raven to the Vale requesting his cousin's aid. After hearing of Sansa's captivity, Baelish was quick to side with Robb and Jon and offer the Vale's help. Together, they laid siege to Winterfell and defeated the Boltons and reclaimed their home. Reunited with her brothers, in private Sansa tearfully told them how Petyr had killed their aunt Lysa after marrying her, and sold her off as a bride to Ramsay Bolton.

Wanting her own revenge, Sansa devised a plan of her own, despite her brothers' immediate objections. She knew of Baelish's obsession with her mother, his growing obsession with her. She was done being used a pawn in other's games, first the Lannisters, than Baelish and Ramsay, she was no longer a little fawn to be protected, she was a wolf, a Stark of Winterfell.

Offering marriage to Baelish in a feigned story to solidify an alliance between Winterfell and the Vale, which little finger readily agreed to, they were wed before the men of Winterfell and the Vale, but in the end, Petyr paid for his crimes, when Robb executed him after his marriage to Sansa was complete and the men of the Vale had pledged themselves to their new lady. Sansa Stark now acted as Lady Regent of the Vale; Yohn Royce was pleased to accept her as his new lady.

Robb and Jon had also learned of Theon's captivity, how he had tried to protect Sansa and somewhere deep inside Robb was able to forgive him a little. He had allowed him to return home to the Iron Islands. Robb as king in the north, had legitimized Jon as a true Stark, to him, he had always been a Stark. Sansa had happily agreed despite her past transgressions towards her cousin. She apologized for her cruelty towards him, Jon easily forgave her. Robb declared they would rule Winterfell together, as brothers, as equals, the north and Free Folk had sung their praise with cheers, crowning both Robb and Jon the kings in the north, the young wolf and the white wolf, wardens of the north, lord paramount of the north.

And so began their preparation for the Great War to come, the war between the living and the dead.

"My king," Maester Wolkan called to Jon as he arrived with a scroll in hand. "This just arrived, my king, from Dragonstone."

Jon's grey eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed, "Dragonstone has not been manned since the death of Stannis Baratheon." Jon opened the scroll and skimmed over its contents. "Tell my brother I need to speak with him urgently."

Maester Wolkan bowed deeply and hurried away to seek out Robb Stark. Jon's hands fisted at his sides. A soft snout nudged his gloved hand, he looked down to see his large direwolf, Ghost, blood red eyes held his own. The intelligence of the creature before him was profound.

"This definitely changes a lot." Jon murmured to his companion, Ghost crooned softly into his master's hand. "Come on, boy." Jon made his way to his and Robb's study, a frown marring his Stark face.

A few moments later, Robb arrived, Grey Wind in tow. "Jon, what's the matter? I was in the middle of training the boys."

"I know I wouldn't have called if it wasn't urgent." Jon held out the scroll to him, his Tully blue eyes curious. "This arrived from Dragonstone."

Robb's eyes widened in surprise, and then quickly narrowed in suspicion. "Stannis Baratheon is dead."

"I know," Jon murmured solemnly. "It's from Tyrion Lannister."

"What?" Robb looked outraged. He opened the scroll and read. His frown grew deeper with each word he read. "Daenerys Targaryen, on Westeros shores."

"With an army at her back and three dragons," Jon sighed. He could already see the disbelief growing on his brother's face. "Tyrion wouldn't lie, I know him."

Robb stared hard at him, "And if she really has three dragons what do you suggest we do, Jon? We can't fight the Night's King and three dragons." Robb ran a hand down his face.

"We should do as Tyrion has asked." Jon spoke simply, resolutely.

Robb looked at him incredulously, "Are you mad? You want to invite Daenerys Targaryen to Winterfell."

"We need allies, Robb." Jon argued as Robb glared at him. "She has dragon fire, fire kills wights. Even with the Free Folks, the north, and the Vale, it's not enough. We need more help, we need her help."

"She's a Targaryen," Robb hissed.

Jon glared at him, "Isn't our peoples' survival more important than your pride? She may be a Targaryen, but she may also be the only thing standing between us winning and losing everything and everyone we love."

Both brothers glared at each for a long while, "You won't change your mind will you?" Robb asked quietly.

"No," Jon spoke calmly. "But, I hope you will."

Robb paced the room, deep in thought. He stopped and stared hard at Jon for a long moment, "Fine, invite her north. I'll hear what she has to say and that's all I will promise you."

Jon smiled slightly, "That's enough."

"Send a raven as soon as you can," Robb sighed. "I'm mad for even agreeing to this."

"I guess we're both mad then," Jon said as Robb smirked slightly.

"We just may be," Robb chuckled. "Sansa will kill us both when she finds out."

"Aye, she will." Jon smiled.

Robb returned to his training, while Jon began to assemble a reply to the dragon queen.

End of Chapter!

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A/N: So this story is going to be a crazy mix of book and TV series. I know its confusing having 2 kings, BUT due to what Robb did, and for the north to follow him again Jon being king as well acts as a buffer due to the mistakes Robb made, and Jon being an accomplished Lord Commander who upheld his vows. The north would need to follow someone they could trust, which right now is more Jon then Robb, but Jon would never take away the position of Lord of Winterfell, KITN, etc from Robb. So, yes they will rule together. And I don't see anything wrong with two brothers ruling together. Jon will not secretly be a Targaryen in this story, sorry, I want to try something different. He was still a bastard. Why would I make Jon a trueborn? I don't know if Robb could pardon him from his vows, but I'm going to roll with it. For Starks I keep alive, others will be dead. I do not feel I need to kill off all the same characters to keep the essence of the original books; otherwise there would be no originality if we kept killing off all the same characters. Again - ALWAYS FOLLOWING THE CANON IS NOT ORIGINALITY. If any of my ideas are a problem for people, do not bother reading. I am not going to write stories that are basically a bad version of GRRM's work by following everything that is completely canon. AND - to those who say changing Jon's parentage/make a new character with his traits, etc, so basically you're saying all writers NEED to keep Lyanna and Rhaegar as Jon's parents, because if he loves Dany they need to go through the turmoil of their relationship being incest? Okay. No. If we all wrote that and stuck to it there would be no diversity.

It is fanfiction, it is fantasy, I am not trying to be historically correct for a story that includes dragons, white walkers, Jon returning from the dead, etc, things that were way less plausible and never happened in history. So I think there being two kings in the north, who are both Starks is the least wild idea out there, which I tend to stick to.

So you can move on to something more suited to your taste, because it doesn't bother me.

Thank you all!