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PROLOGUE

In a North where the Free Folk was free to cross the wall and was considered part of the Northern Kingdom, where the North was rich from gold mined from the Wolfswood, Thoren's Square, and Northern Mountains the vast mountain range of the North. When the Night King proclaimed himself King in the wall, during his reign he committed horrific atrocities, so evil that it is still told to this day in the North. Not until Brandon the Breaker, the King of Winter, and Joramun the King-Beyond-the-Wall joined forces that the Night's King was brought down and the Night's Watch was freed.

Brandon knew the advantages of having the Free Folk amongst them, he welcomed them and gave them refuge, the Free Folk bent the knee and was considered part of the Realm, those who wanted to cross the wall were to pass the tunnels along the Castle's on the Wall, the Night's Watched served their true purpose protecting the Realms from the true evil instead of repelling the wildlings.

Years later the North learned that gold was in abundance in their mountains as well as the Westerlands, the King of Winter did not waste time and ordered the mountains to be mined, the North grew in strength the Castle's along the wall prospered as the free folk traded with them, they even trained them in the arts of war, eight thousand years later the mines still produced the same amount of gold as they were when they first got mined, the North grew to be respected.

When Aegon conquered the South, the North stood tall and garrisoned at Mout Cailin instead of advancing to the field of fire, resisting Aegon's invasion, few Southern houses took refuge to their distant kin in the North and were given lands of their own. Soon Aegon conquered all six kingdoms, only the North remained, his principle advisers insisted that the North was needed to cement his reign in Westeros.

He rode his dragon Balerion towards Winterfell; he landed in the main court yard of the great castle, he was amazed by it, even from afar he could tell that the castle was different from the rest of Westeros, he was used to castles from Old Valyria and he could tell that Winterfell could rival them in beauty and engineering. Whoever raised this castle clearly knew what they were doing thought Aegon as he climbed down the back of Balerion, he was met by spears pointed at him, he was used to people trembling in the sight of his dragon but the Northerners did not back down. He did not meet the Northerners in the open field when he tried to conquer the North, the Neck and the Reeds beat them back just as much as their main Northern forces were at Moat Cailin, the Crannogmen managed to weaken the dragons with poison, he did not know how they manage it but the dragons became so weak that he was forced to abandon his campaign in the North.

The men can be replaced, but the dragons are the last of their kind Aegon thought as they approached Moat Cailin, he ordered the remaining forces that manage to get pass the Neck to storm the fortress, but him and his wives flew back South and abandoned their forces. That was the hardest thing he had to do, Aegon immediately regretted his actions towards the North, because of that he lost fifty thousand men, men he could have used to rebuild the war torn lands, men who could have been alive to fight another day.

As he stood there with Blackfyre at his side and Balerion at his back, he replayed the events that led him to travel to Winterfell. "I see that your dragon has recovered Valyrian," said Torrhen Stark, the King of Winter "what is your business here in my home, did you realize that it is useless to march an army against us so you decided to burn Winterfell instead?" he said with disdain in his voice.

"King Stark," said Aegon, bowing his head slightly "I come here to offer an agreement that may lead us to peace, I may not be able to invade you, yet you also cannot invade the south, yet I aim to unite the entire Westeros do you see the problem here?" he said with a smile on his face.

"I see a problem," said Torrhen, still with a blank face on him "it's not that we cannot invade the south, the fact is we can, we could just enlist the help of the people you conquered, I could tell for a fact that they hold no love for you, and I know that you know what the Crannogmen can do to your dragons" he now sported a feral grin.

"They only managed to do that because I did not know what they are capable of" Aegon said "but now that we know what those frog eaters can do, we won't make the same mistake again, besides once we you march down south I could order my sisters to fly north and burn your castles to the ground while I decimate your armies" he was now clutching his sword from anger.

"Aye, you could do that" said Torrhen still smiling "but you forget, you burn our castles, and you burn our armies, then what? You do know that the North is the only Kingdom that can stand on its own right, and that your conquest left all the rest to ruins without the us, you will rule a Kingdom of Ashes, aye Westeros will recover but not in your lifetime, you will be left with no army, no small folk to rule over and lords who despise you" Torrhen was now more at ease he knew he would win this battle.

Aegon shifted uneasily, he knew this was not going well for him, he needed a plan, he needed something, he remembered the way his father usually talked to his enemies, if this works, this would be my biggest bluff ever Aegon thought as he grinned maniacally "Do you really think I care?" said Aegon, surprising Torrhen "I may be dead by the time Westeros recover but I would be known as the man who conquered and raised Westeros to the ground, bards would sing my name for centuries to come, mighty lords would kneel before my kin, do you really think I care if I rule a Kingdom of Ashes? Tell King of Winter, would you rather fight and die while keeping your honour or live on, let your kin be a part of this Kingdom I would forge" Aegon said as he kept grinning.

"I suppose you could do that," said Torrhen still smiling "or I could just kill you right now and finish your work for you, I would conquer the south and restore the Kingdoms of the First Men that the Andals stole from us, then I would be the ones the bards sing to, then I would be the one to unite the Kingdoms" he would not back down to those kinds of threats, he was used to the Boltons threatening him whenever they wanted something from the Starks.

Aegon was not expecting what Torrhen said, he was used to Southerners tremble before him, yet he did not want to look weak to this wayward King, "or we could decide upon a truce, where the North would ally with the Crown of the South," Aegon still looking deep in Torrhen's eyes, he knew that he was at a disadvantage, Torrhen could kill him, he was not under his protection as a guest, he was an intruder and the King of Winter had all the rights to kill him. Torrhen did not look pleased, yet he did not want any more bloodshed, truth be told the Realm bled enough, Aegon ended the line of the Gardner Kings and made the Lannisters and the Durrandons vessel houses under his crown, he burned Harrenhal, the greatest castle ever built and home to the Iron King, once a proud line brought down by his mighty Dragons, now the Iron Born only hold a few islands in the Sun Set Sea. "Very well, Aegon of House Targaryen" said Torrhen, as he ushered him inside his keep, "we shall have an understanding; I welcome you into my home".