Warning: if you have not read Captured yet, get off of this story right now and read that first. You will thank me when you reach this story.
No summary required for before readers. If you have read Captured, welcome to the sequel, War of Westeros. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own GOT or song of ice and fire
DAENERYS POV
Ser Barristan cautioned her about mummers claiming dragon blood, who would lie to seek her hand and her favor and her dragons. She had thought the hooded man who walked boldly into her camp to be one of them, speaking of dragon blood, and she told herself that silver hair could be dyed and violet eyes could be just a shade of blue. No matter how much she wanted him to tell the truth, that she did have kin that was not mad, not dead in the ground, but alive and with her.
So she took him to see her dragons. Most mummers when confronted with a dragon would have fled in the night then see her children. This mummer was excited, and doubt grew in her mind. He could be the blood of a dragon. He could be who he claimed, son of her brother Rhaegar, and heir to the Iron Throne of Westeros. Aegon Targaryen.
So she took him to her children, just herself and him. The dragons had not burnt him on sight, but had not clung to his shoulder like Drogon had flown to her. She had patted his scaly warm neck and said "I have been warned about mummers, men claiming dragon blood to steal my dragons, my children. Are you one of these men?"
The man had shook his head, all silver hair and purple eyes and he had reached out and touched Rhaegal's scaly leg. Her child of green and bronze had not burnt him, but butted his hand with his head and sneezed a small spark of flame.
That had told her everything.
Now, she stood on the prow of a ship, her black cape fluttering behind her and her nephew's hand in hers. She could not deny he was beautiful, like a singer's hero come to life. She could not deny he was a Targaryen, the way Rhaegal bonded with him and became his. She accepted his proposal and had one of his companions, a septa named Lemore, wed them with dragons overhead and a fleet of ships in the water beside them. Her Unsullied soldiers and his Golden Company combined was a force to be reckoned, and she could almost imagine sitting with a crown in her hair and a throne made of the swords of defeated foes.
Aegon took her hand and spread his other at the brilliant sky, the water of crystal blue that melded unbroken with the sky.
"Imagine, beyond that water is our throne, our kingdom." He said, excitement tangible in his voice. She nodded and said "They will not rejoice our coming, they will fight our rule."
Aegon laughed and said "That is why we have an army and dragons. With dragons, we will be Aegon the Conqueror come again."
She tugged her cloak tighter around her shoulders as sea spray flew into the sky, droplets like liquid diamond floating in the sky a moment and casting a myriad of rainbows across the deck. The feeling of hope building in her chest made her thoughts stray to the country she had never seen but called her homeland. The places Viserys had often whispered to her about. The bitter, unforgiving north. The rocky island in the sea that he called home. The beauty to Highgarden, though he had never been. But she only thought of the house with the red door, the only place she could truly call home until she reached Westeros.
"We cannot be just conquerors." She said "We must be rulers, we must be kind to those who will become our people."
Aegon nodded and said "We will be. We will be fierce, but just and kind."
"You must also create allies. Dorne will stand with us for Aegon's mother, Elia. But we cannot fight with a sellsword company, Dorne and an Unsullied army. We need other allies." Jon Connington, the man who raised Aegon instead of Rhaegar, came up behind him. He crossed his arms and said "You must think on how to gain their loyalty and not just to burn their lands and people in dragonfire."
Aegon nodded and said "We will, worry not. But first, we must reach Westeros."
Daenerys nodded and the ships set off, a fleet of ships all with the Targaryen banner fluttering in the sharp, salty breeze.
As the sea spray soaked the hem of her dress and the sky stretched above her, Daenerys thought to herself I return to my home for the first time since I was a newborn babe. To home…
TYRION POV
His sister was always one for theatrics.
This thought crossed his mind fleetingly as he was marched into the throne room in chains. He stumbled several times on the long heavy chains. It amused him his sister thought him this dangerous, as if he was going to disappear in a puff of smoke.
Cersei was seated on the Iron Throne, wearing black bordered in red and gold. The throne room was aglow with the colors, the Lannister lion everywhere, as if trying to say 'you are not one of us.'
He was hit on the back of the knees, which forced him to kneel before his sister. She looked smug at the sight, but did not smile.
"Tyrion Lannister," she called out, her voice ringing through the room. The court was already silent, so the loudness was quite unnecessary. "You are accused of poisoning your king and nephew, with the crimes of regicide and kinslaying over your head."
She leaned forward in the throne, nails digging into the steel armrest. "You killed him and now you must pay the price with death."
Tyrion examined his hands and asked "Is that everything."
The court was like it was not even there, just waiting for Cersei's signal to leave. This was going to turn nasty fast.
His sister sat back up, ignoring the swords jabbing into her spine and said "You are saying you have more crimes?"
Tyrion smiled to himself. She set herself up for that one.
"I was expecting you to charge me for more ridiculous crimes that I did not do. I did not kill Joffrey."
Cersei looked ready to leap forward and claw his eyes out except for the court standing there watching her. She schooled her face and said "You, Imp, will die for this."
Tyrion was short enough as he was. A head shorter would not be beneficial to his health.
"I believe I was dragged here in chains for a trial, not an execution." He said, shaking the chains and the rattling washed over the room. Cersei was a mask of calm, except for the grinding of her teeth, and the sound of her grating made him smile.
"Now, if we have a trial, who are the judges who will try me?" he asked, looking to the court. Mace Tyrell, Oberyn Martell and his own father, Tywin Lannister. Oberyn smiled, Mace Tyrell looked fat as usual, and his father was made of stone, his face severe and blank.
Cersei relaxed again and didn't say a word.
Mace Tyrell cleared his throat and said "You are on trial for the murder of King Joffrey Baratheon, first of his name, King of the seven Kingdoms"
"Wouldn't it be Six Kingdoms, since the north happens to have their own king?" Tyrion asked. Mace continued on, not listening to him and going on through Joffrey's list of titles that he didn't even deserve.
Mace finished and looked down at Tyrion. The look of hatred in his eyes made him glance around. Everyone seemed to think him a kinslayer except for a few. Margaery Tyrell was in the crowd, wearing dark red and her hair brushed and left down. Her brother Garlan was beside her, in green for his house and he nodded when he saw Tyrion watching.
"In defense of the late King, the Crown." Mace said. Oberyn winked at Tyrion and asked "In defense of Lord Lannister?"
He saw Margaery hesitate. That was not good. He knew his sister was not fond of his son's little wife, and this would throw her in the deep pit of hatred she reserved for her husband and her enemies like Ned Stark and his son Robb, and Tyrion. And the pit of hatred was not one you could climb out of again, never.
Then she stepped forward. "I, Margaery Tyrell, stand in defense for Tyrion Lannister."
"Margaery." Her father said harshly. "Do not be ridiculous. The Imp is a kinslayer."
Margaery shook her head and said "No, Tyrion Lannister is many things, but I find it hard to believe that he is a kinslayer."
Tyrion couldn't help himself. He glanced at his sister. Her face was turning from pale to red to purple with anger. What greater slight then your good daughter going against the Crown for your hated, little dwarf brother? Tyrion almost enjoyed getting tried just for the benefit of seeing Cersei prepare to spit blood.
Mace glanced from Cersei to Margaery, despair evident in his face. "Your Grace, I assure you this is no ploy of mine. My daughter is willful at best and she…"
"Has proven herself to be no good daughter of mine." Cersei hissed like a viper, her eyes burning like wildfire at the little Lady Rose. Margaery remained strong though, standing before the court and worse, his sister, and said "I believe in Lord Lannister's innocence, so I will fight to prove it."
Her father looked like he might either hit his daughter or silently combust.
Cersei sat straight and stiff and said in a cold voice "Any else who will defend Tyrion Lannister, say now and know you are now and forever against the crown."
No one moved for a moment, the Garlan Tyrell stepped forward. Mace Tyrell's jaw dropped and his eyes flew to Cersei's rage filled face immediately.
"I believe my sister, and I am the best witness. I was seated next to the Imp the entire time, I saw him slip no poison in his drink." The second Tyrell son said, and Cersei narrowed her eyes at him. Tyrion knew she was scrambling for a plan, some way of making sure she came out on top. Garlan had a wife, he wouldn't be seduced. He obviously was rich, so money would not work. Only her temper and her name left.
Tyrion knew she had reached the conclusion Tyrion had by the way her eyes glowed with a cold madness.
"Ser Garlan, Lady Margaery, you would go against you good family for this, Imp?" she asked in a dangerously soft voice. His sister wasn't dangerous, but she was mad with power and that made many step warily around her. Like they had with Mad Aerys.
"The kingdoms need justice, and justice is truth. I speak the truth now." Garlan said, insistent. Tyrion wanted to applaud the young rose, but he didn't dare stoke Cersei's rage any further.
Oberyn smiled at him, a little triumphant. This battle was not over, not for a long time. Cersei would fight to prove him guilty, to send for Ser Ilyn with the Stark sword that had been melted down for two and remove his head.
Cersei stood from the throne and said "We shall leave the trial for the morrow. Take the Imp back to his cell."
His guards grabbed his arms and dragged him through the crowd, and he could just see Margaery and Garlan leaving quickly before their father could catch up with them.
They threw him unceremoniously inside his cell, but thankfully he fell on his little mattress and not on the hard cold stone floor.
"Enjoy yourself, imp." His guards shut the door with a loud bang, and he could hear the lock snapped into place. He sat as much as he could, but the guards had not removed the chains around his wrists. The heavy iron manacles were cumbersome and rather annoying.
"Would you do me the honor of removing my handcuffs?" he asked. He heard the sound of spitting and someone shout "Go piss yourself dwarf."
Oh, Cersei probably chose these two just to annoy him.
SANSA POV
It was a young crannogman, she thought his name to be Orvil.
"His Grace wishes to see you." He said. Sansa set aside her sewing and stood.
"Do you know what for?" she asked. Orvil shook his head and said "A raven arrived from the east."
She followed the man, who was perhaps a little shorter than her, to her brother's rooms. Lord Howland was there, along with Lady Jyanna, her uncle Edmure and Jeyne. Robb was frowning, a serious look on his face.
"This cannot be true. They said Gregor Clegane bashed his head on a stone wall." He said, looking at his uncle.
He looked deep in thought and Howland said "It could be possible, there are families with silver hair and purple eyes. The Daynes in Dorne are one."
Robb set down the letter and she could almost imagine him in King's Landing, a crown of iron and bronze on his head. She never believed her brother could acts as a king, but now he looked every inch the King in the North and not her brother.
He looked up and noticed Sansa there for the first time. "Sansa." He said in greeting, and she sat down beside Jeyne.
"What's going on? Who sent the letter?" she asked. Jeyne handed her the crisp white parchment, and a broken red wax seal. Stamped into the hardened wax was a three headed dragon, a fierce looking monster. She turned it over and the writing was clear and stark against the pale paper.
She skimmed over the words and said "Targaryens returning? I thought they were all gone?"
Robb nodded and said "Daenerys Targaryen escaped across the Narrow Sea, that's what Father told me. She escaped with her brother and has lived there ever since. Obviously her brother died and she and this boy calling himself Aegon Targaryen the sixth have an army."
She looked up at her brother and his shoulders were slumped, already shaking under the weight of trying to fight a war. Now dead Targaryens come again and with no army, the King in the North had no way of fighting.
Jeyne was holding his hand and said "They'll be looking for allies, and you control half the realm in the north."
Robb didn't look relieved at the reminder of the lives pressed in his hands. He nodded and said "Unless we can find an army, we have no way of fighting this war."
Howland scratched his beard and everyone was silent. Robb was lost deep in brooding thought and Sansa knew nothing of what to say. She knew the barest basics of court, but this was a war meeting. She had no idea why Robb would have asked her here.
"Sansa," she started a little at the sound of her name "Do you know what forces the Lannisters control?"
Sansa looked down at her hands and said "The Tyrells will, but as soon as they hear their old lords are back…they supported the Targaryens to the end in the rebellion."
Robb nodded and Howland said "Shall we call the rest of your lords?"
Robb opened his eyes and said "Bring them, this concerns the entire north."
Howland stood and spoke with Orvil outside, in a low voice. Robb groaned and his head fell back.
"I'm not made for war." He muttered.
Jeyne played with her fingers and said "No one is, but you have to try."
Sansa looked to Lady Jyanna. The crannogwoman looked deep in thought about the Targaryens.
"They have dragons as well." Robb said, sitting upright again. "Three dragons that are growing. They'll threaten to put the north to the torch unless I join with them."
Jyanna merely said "I cannot tell you which choice is the right one, but think on this. You have to recover and you do not have to make this choice now. The Targaryens are still at sea, and it will take them a while yet to arrive in Westeros with the autumn storms.
Robb grunted and looked less the relieved at the thought.
The Greatjon arrived first, with the rest of the lords following behind him.
"Sansa, if you want to leave, you can." Robb said, sitting upright and forcing a stoic face.
She stood and said "I know you'll make the right choice." And left. As soon as she shut the door behind her, Arya and the boy Mole were there.
"What's going on? The entire keep seems tense." Arya asked. Mole blinked with those large owlish eyes of his and Sansa wondered how much she could share.
"There are dragons coming to Westeros. Three living, breathing, flying dragons." She said.
Sansa was short and a little forced, not as smooth as others I've done. Well, first chapter done. What is Robb going to do? How will the war be changed with the Targaryens return with DRAGONS? HUGE, FREAKING DRAGONS! I don't know, but it's going to be good.
I said you won't have to wait long, didn't I? Tell me what you think?