This is not a finished work, I will try to finish this when my muse will allow it I hate writer's block _ Just don't judge it too harshly it will be changed when I am done with the story and small rewrites will happen. The inspiration was of course from you all who loved my Rhaegar one-shot. Ella, I hope you enjoy this as well, it is not Rhaegar but hopefully, it is okay that it focuses on Jon.


When Hariel Baratheon was born everyone in Storm's End celebrated, she was the firstborn daughter of Lord Robert Baratheon and his wife Cersei, and therefore she was proving that the Baratheon name would be strong with a viable heir. The nurse who was employed to take care of the baby was heard whispering to one of the guards that young Hariel was too silent, almost seemed to know what was said and had old eyes. She also had a birthmark on her hip, a round ring with a triangle divided by a line, Robert had ordered many seers and Maesters to look at her mark, to interpret the only ones who had understood a bit were a man from the House of Black and White from Braavos who proclaimed that the mark was a sign of her alignment with Death, needless to say Robert threw the man out and forbid anyone to speak of this as he couldn't bear the thought of Death associated with his small precious daughter. Rumors flew but with time they were forgotten by all, Hariel was after all such a sweet and lively girl she was not close to death.

Ever since she was a small girl she had had dreams, they were clear like her memories.

The dreams were distant and strange the first one had been the happiest dream of them all, she had been sitting on a rug on the floor with a man who's laughing gray eyes and barking laughter filled her with happiness, he had called her "Harry", "Prongslet" and "Pup" and she had loved him like a father. She had also noticed that in all her dreams she was a boy called Harry.

There was magic in those dreams, wands, spells and duels that surpassed every joust she had seen. Harry hadn't known he was a wizard, he had learned that by his eleventh birthday from a giant man named Hagrid. Harry had beaten a three-headed dog, a murderous plant, flying keys, a giant chess set and potions with the help if his friends, Ron and Hermione, Harry arrived in a room with a teacher the man had the evil man that killed Harry's parents on the back of his head like a parasite. Those dreams had made Hariel's skin crawl, second year Harry had beaten Tom Riddle in a chamber that was supposed to be a legend, saving a young girl Ginny from death and killing a giant snake. Perhaps that was why she could talk to snakes? But Harry couldn't be her, could he?

In third year Harry was betrayed by a man named Dumbledore who knew that Sirius was innocent. Sirius was the man who called Harry "Pup", he was forced to flee even when a powerful man as Dumbledore knew who was guilty. Harry was almost killed by dementors, evil beings that she never wanted to encounter. Fourth year they forced poor Harry to compete in a tournament for adults, seeing Voldemort return after a friend was killed.

Harry was chased by the madman Voldemort, she shivered at the thought, the snake-like evil man made her skin crawl and she hated him for taking Harry's parents and his chance of happiness from him. She was with Harry through the perils as he ran, fought and eventually defeated the madman and she felt as if she had done it with him. Harry had died when he had defeated Voldemort and something happened with the things Harry had collected the ring, wand and cloak. He had become the Master of Death, powerful enough to stop death and prevent aging if he wanted, but Harry wanted a normal life. He would still do his duties as the Master of Death but he would go to death as an old friend as his ancestor did before him.

Harry had two friends Hermione and Ron they were the best of friends even though the red-headed Ron deserted Harry so many times and Harry should have known better than to trust someone as fickle as that. Just last night she had had another dream, Harry had gone to Ron to tell him about his new responsibility as the Master of Death, Ron had strangled Harry without even hesitating. Claiming that Harry was evil and all would be well when Harry was gone. Harry had died because he trusted his friend, Hariel had shivered when she woke up and she could almost feel the hands around her neck. She had never told anyone about her dreams or how she felt like Harry was her and she was Harry, people would think her crazy.

Hariel grew up in Storm's End and she loved playing in the garden with her guards, nurses and everyone else she could find, she was a happy child when her laughter rang through the halls it caused those who heard it, smile and her intelligence and grace was also a prominent feature in the gossip the servants whispered to each other.

Her father Robert was a strong man who loved his little daughter, he enjoyed the times when the little girl would ask him questions and beg him to tell her of battle and the warriors. Hariel's favorite stories were of the Targaryen kings and queens, riders of dragons and heroes that conquered the realm and made it their own. She also loved to hear the stories of Baratheon heroes and warriors, after many of those stories she was often seen running through Storm's End yelling "Ours is the Fury!", fighting invisible enemies.

Robert allowed her after many hours of begging to begin archery lessons so she could protect herself, her tutor was impressed with the young girls tenacity and he enjoyed teaching her. She got her own bow when she turned eight and from then she only got better her new bow was a birthday gift from her tutor as she turned 13.

Hariel learned early on that her mother did not like her; Cersei never spent a moment alone with her daughter she called the nurse to take the child away if she was to be in the same room as the child.

Hariel had one brother a bastard named Gendry he was a year younger than Hariel, he and his mother moved into Storm's End and Robert treated them as family, Hariel looked like her mother with her small slim body, she had long straight black hair like her father's, she had emerald green eyes from her mother and she had golden skin, Gendry had their fathers bearing he was tall and strong, had black hair and a strong will.

Cersei hated Gendry and his mother Myra, she made sure to make life more difficult than ever for Gendry and she made Myra work from dawn to sunset every day. Hariel suspected that it was because Gendry was proof of Cersei's failure to give Robert a boy and an heir, but then again Hariel had never known her parents to have the same room or even sleep in the same chamber so it was no wonder that Cersei didn't get pregnant.

Hariel, on the other hand, loved her brother dearly and loved when he had time to walk with her, Hariel even loved Lady Myra who was a beautiful and sweet woman with blonde hair and blue eyes she told the best stories to the two children and when they got older it was her who told Hariel about what happens between the sheets in a marriage bed.

This day they were getting visitors the Starks were coming from the north and the royal family would be arriving from the capital, Hariel knew why they were invited her father needed to get closer ties with their allies and what better way than to make them family?

"Hariel are you awake?" her maid Rose knocked on the door.

"I am up Rose," The door opened and Rose marched inside and began directing servants to fill a bath and Rose turned and pulled open the chest and searched for a perfect dress, "Good morning Rose, Is my father awake?"

"He is, Hariel; he wants you to be down as soon as possible the Starks will arrive soon," Rose said distractedly.

The servants left and she got into the bath while humming she washed, "Do you think that one of them will choose me?"

Rose turned startled, "Why wouldn't any man find you beautiful?" Rose asked while she shook out a dress, "You would be a boon to any Lord, Hariel."

"But would he love me?"

"Hariel," Rose was twenty and had been with her for many years, she had been Hariels best friend and confidant ever since she joined the household, "You know that you are bound to be married to a man of your father's choosing, only our King married for love."

Yes, their king, King Rhaegar had married Elia Martell as she was the only girl with a noble enough bloodline she had given birth to Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon but she had gotten so sick and frail that she passed away shortly after the birth of Aegon. Rhaegar had by then become the king of Westeros and he wanted a new wife and he found her in Lyanna Stark, they married for love and had one son Prince Jon.

Hariel sighed, "I know but if he would love me I could bear it better."

"Be not afraid of the night dear Hariel, the dawn will come. Your father will chose a good man for you." Rose helped her stand, together Hariel got dressed in a blue dress with a gold belt, she had a bracelet on with yellow diamonds set into silver her necklace also held a yellow diamond marquise cut with a delicate silver chain. They let her hair trail down her back freely but they braided her hair away from her face.

She smiled and turned around for Rose, "Will Father be pleased?" Hariel asked.

"He will be most pleased, remember your shoes," Rose said with a smile Hariel was known to run through Storm's End barefoot, when she ran through the woods barefoot without leaving a trace people said that she moved like a deer through the woods, Rose laughed as Hariel put on one shoe without sitting down and almost toppled over.

Hariel stood by her father's right side, Cersei was on his left her hand rested on Robert's arm, Gendry was standing beside Hariel dressed in his finest black shirt with the yellow crest on his chest. They were waiting and suddenly the Starks were in sight riding towards them, Hariel noticed Lord Eddard Stark riding at the head of the travelers, he had brown hair, gray eyes and seemed like a somber man her father had said that some called him the Quiet Wolf it suited him. They dismounted and Hariel noticed three young men, the Stark heir Robb, his younger brother Bran and their foster brother Theon Greyjoy, Robb were a possible candidate for her hand he was different from his father he had reddish-brown hair and blue eyes, he seemed like he smiled a lot and Hariel was secretly glad for that. They had their sister with them Sansa, she was a girl with auburn hair, wide blue eyes and she seemed very delicate.

"Ned!" Robert greeted his friend with a handshake and a brotherly hug.

"Robert!" Ned nodded, "Good to see you, friend."

"How was the travel?"

"Good for the most part, we encountered a small rainstorm but nothing severe," Ned smirked.

"My wife Lady Cersei." Robert introduced, Ned bowed and kissed her hand, "My daughter Hariel and son Gendry." Robert gestured to his children.

Hariel curtsied, "Lord Stark."

Gendry bowed, "Lord Stark welcome to Storm's End."

"Thank you both, my children," Ned gestured and they stepped forward, "Robb, Theon, Bran, and Sansa." They all bowed and curtsied as every young noble had been taught.

"Welcome to Storm's End, I hope you will find comforts in our humble home," Cersei said with a poisonous smile, she hated the Starks because Lyanna had stolen Rhaegar from Cersei when Elia died.

Hariel felt like rolling her eyes but she refrained barely, with the welcome over, for now, she was free until the royal family arrived. She moved over to a shaded place and sat down on the bench placed there for just this purpose; Rose was there immediately and gave her a book. "Thank you, Rose."

She was reading about Aegon the Conqueror she loved reading about heroes and their great battles, "You read too much."

"And you don't read nearly enough Gendry, please go away." She answered without looking up.

"Come on sister, we have new guests, strangers, it is so rare that we see other people here don't you want to get to know them?"

"No."

"Why not?" Gendry took her book and held it above his head.

"Gendry! Give me my book!" Hariel jumped after it, "And you know why!"

"Tell me?" Gendry smiled charmingly and she sighed while sitting down again.

"You know I will be sold to the one father can make the best agreement with, I feel like a piece of meat that will be sold to the highest bidder. A slave sold to a master that will control my life and my destiny." Hariel looked down and Gendry placed the book beside her while he kneeled before her.

"You are my sister," He took her hands and made her look at him, "You are Hariel Baratheon, half deer half lion, any man trying to control you or force you to anything will have me, our father, house Baratheon and Lannister to deal with. You are not a slave and if your future husband treats you like that I will kill him."

"Ours is the Fury." She laughed, "You have to be careful brother, our tempers are our downfall."

"Yes, now will you come and meet the Starks with me?"

Hariel smiled, "Fine let's go before I regret it."

Gendry offered his arm to her and together they made their way inside, Gendry steered them towards Sansa "Aha! Now I know why you needed me to come with you." Hariel whispered.

"Shut up!" Gendry hissed back.

"Miss Stark." Hariel greeted the girl pleasantly.

She looked up and smiled sweetly "Hello."

"I'm Hariel and this is my brother Gendry, we are pleased to make your acquaintance."

"It's nice to meet you both as well call me Sansa please."

"Well, Sansa what do you think of Storm's End?" Hariel asked as Gendry seemed to be tongue-tied.

"It is very warm, the sea seems so wild here and the wind is also harsh, but it doesn't seem to touch anywhere in this castle," Sansa said.

Gendry laughed and seemed to find his words, "It's called Storm's End for a reason Sansa."

Sansa blushed and seemed embarrassed, Hariel elbowed him harshly, "What my brother is trying to say is that Storm's End is always surrounded by winds but the castle is constructed so well that they hardly touch us. And don't mind Gendry he is just trying to be funny, you are doing fine."

Sansa seemed relieved, "I'm just so worried that will seem ignorant or silly, just a naïve northern girl."

"No!" Gendry seemed to be shocked by the volume of his own voice, "I don't think you are naïve you just haven't been this far south before."

"We have never traveled to the north, what's it like there?" Hariel asked curiously.

"Cold, at night the sky can be so clear that all the stars seem to be close enough to touch them. Snow can fall at any time and children enjoy playing in the snow." Sansa explained.

"So it's very cold?" Gendry asked.

"No father says that when winter arrives it will get much colder and summer is not cold." Sansa laughed, "Winter is Coming."

Hariel smiled and saw her father wave her over, "Excuse me, Sansa, Gendry father is calling me." Gendry smiled.

She made her way towards her father and Lord Stark, "Father, Lord Stark." She curtsied.

Eddard looked at her and she waited for his approval or dismissal, "Hariel,"

"Thank you daughter." Robert dismissed her and she walked away from them they were both soon in a deep discussion.

"Lady Hariel?" a small voice asked.

"Yes?" She turned and saw Bran Stark behind her.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you have anywhere to go?"

Hariel paused for a second before she understood, Bran was being overlooked in this company and the servants were busy, "Just a second Bran." Hariel waved once and a servant was beside her immediately, "Young Master Stark needs your help, make sure that someone is nearby to help him to get whatever he needs, he is, after all, a guest." Hariel ordered gently.

Bran whispered to the servant who nodded and led him away, "Thank you."

Hariel startled and turned to see Robb behind her his kind blue eyes twinkled mischievously, "Master Stark."

"Thank you for helping my brother, call me Robb please." Robb smiled charmingly.

"You are welcome Robb, and you can call me Hariel. He is very sweet." She smiled.

"He is sweet but a troublemaker, we need to keep an eye on him all the time." Robb laughed.

She smiled he had a pleasant laugh, "And were you any different at his age?"

Robb shook his head ruefully, "No I suppose I was worse with no older siblings to control me."

"Then it is good that Bran has an older brother so willing to –" She was interrupted by a servant announcing the royal family, everyone walked out to greet them.

They arrived on dragons: King Rhaegar, white-blonde hair whipping around his handsome face and purple eyes that drew women to him, on the biggest red dragon with his wife Lyanna, brown hair, a small delicate woman and the ice-grey eyes that Lord Stark had, the second dragon a black one landed with Daenerys, the kings wild sister with roughly the same looks as her brother she was rumored to be married to a Dothraki Khal, and Rhaenys dark hair, golden skin, and dark eyes she looked like her mother Elia Martell a Dornish graceful lady. The last dragon golden colored landed with a thud and a young man dismounted with some elegance this was Prince Jon, brown haired and purple eyed he had the best features from both of his parents.

"Welcome to our humble home King Rhaegar, Queen Lyanna," Robert said with a bow, that every single person in the courtyard copied.

"Thank you Lord Baratheon, thank you for inviting us." Rhaegar said as he looked over the crowd, "I look forward to seeing Storm's End again and talking with you."

"King Rhaegar." Eddard bowed as was custom and as he rose he smiled, "Brother, sister."

Lyanna had no intention of following normal etiquette, "Brother!" she hugged Eddard close.

"My wife Cersei," Robert tried to get the introduction back on track, "And my children Hariel and Gendry."

Hariel found herself the sole focus of those Targaryen purple eyes as she curtsied, "Your majesty."

Rhaegar seemed to judge her and nodded briefly she almost sighed in relief that he was satisfied with her appearance, "And this is my family, my sister Daenerys, daughter Rhaenys and son Jon." This introduction was mostly just to follow tradition everyone knew who they were.

"My is that little Sansa!" Lyanna gasped, "You have grown so much and into a beautiful young lady."

"Thank you, Aunt Lyanna." Sansa said with a blush as everyone's attention was drawn to her, "It is nice to see you again."

"Oh, sweet girl come let's talk." Lyanna linked their arms and dragged Sansa away.

"She keeps me on my toes!" Rhaegar laughed and proceeded to enter the castle, everyone made their way to the great hall where they all could dine.

Hariel decided to wait for the crowds to thin out before she entered, she knew no one would take her seat. She hummed silently while she waited and was disturbed by a low cough, "Excuse me?"

She looked up and saw purple eyes looking at her, "Your Highness." She curtsied to the prince.

"Can I escort you into the hall? That is why we are here, isn't it? To find a possible wife or husband." Jon said as he smiled grimly.

"I don't know why you are here your highness, I know that I live here and as it is my home it is customary to be in one's home." She couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to, "If you offered out of politeness I will gladly accept your arm, but if you offered out of obligation I would rather not let you escort me."

Jon laughed, "I would like to escort you into the hall Lady Hariel if you would allow me the honor."

She smiled perhaps he wasn't so bad; "I would like that, your highness."

Together they walked into the hall and she noticed Robb glaring at Jon from his place as Jon had a place closer to her than Robb had, she also noticed Lyanna's eyes narrowing when she spotted them. Jon pulled out her chair for her and she smiled, "Thank you, your highness."

"Jon please Lady Hariel." He smiled.

"Only if you call me Hariel." She offered back.

"Deal." He laughed and went to his own chair.


Dinner went by and as night fell most of their guests retired to their rooms, Hariel wanted to run and get out into the air she felt like she had been cooped up inside and she took off her shoes and Rose just picked them up and let her run outside.

She breathed deeply as the wind hit her face she felt relaxed for the first time that day, "Oh how I wish I was a simple girl." She whispered to the wind.

"Do you?" a voice questioned and Daenerys Targaryen was walking towards her, "A simple girl has no freedom at all."

"But to be cooped up inside and being polite to everyone is so tedious when I just want to go outside and run." She explained to the princess who smiled.

"You would fit in well with the Dothraki."

"So it's true?" Hariel asked curiously, "You are married to a Dothraki Khal?"

"No," Daenerys laughed, "at least not yet. He needs to chase me some more before I give in."

"What is his name?" Hariel smiled, "Are they as wild as the rumors say?"

The princess seemed genuinely surprised at the question, "His name is Khal Drogo, they are not like us, they are freer in a sense when they react and how they travel they are nomads, they appreciate the simple life they price water and their horses higher than gold and only have what they need. There are no houses or wealth problems, they honor their warriors and their braids tell people how good a warrior they are."

"Braids?"

"Yes, the length of their braid shows if they have been bested in combat, they cut their hair if they lose a battle and then everyone can see if you are a great warrior."

"So if they do not have a city, where do they come together?"

"They have a city just one Vaes Dothrak, it's where the different Khalasars gather, no one is allowed to wear a blade as it is forbidden to shed a free man's blood in the city and it is ruled by the Dosh Khaleen the wives of former Khals. The Dothraki are very skilled in combat on a horse and they ride every day. They are where I feel most at home beside the Red Keep."

"They sound fascinating if only I could meet them." Hariel sighed.

"Why can't you?" Daenerys asked her eyes were fixed on Hariel's.

"I am to be married to a man of my father's choosing, why do you think he invited your family and the Starks? To make a proper agreement and then I will be ruled by the man who gets me until I die it's a woman's lot in life."

The princess scoffed, "Women can choose for themselves why should you be trapped in a marriage you don't want if you want to be free? Just run away and see the world who would stop you?"

Hariel laughed humorlessly, "I am a Baratheon and my mother is a Lannister, both families would hunt me down before they let me go anywhere." She turned in a circle, "I have seen nothing except this place and my father wants me to make a good marriage so I can be of use to him."

"Aren't you your father's heir?"

"Oh no Gendry is accepted and my father's heir despite my mother's many attempts of ruining his reputation and killing him. He is proof of her only failure, to bring a son into this world, that my father accepted him as his proper heir rubs her the wrong way, so in the grand scheme of things I am not so important."

Daenerys smiled, "I like you Hariel Baratheon, I wish you luck and hope that your future husband knows what he is getting. I think you would be wonderful on a horse with the Dothraki."

"Would you teach me, your highness? Father didn't see the point in me learning to ride but if a princess offers to teach me he would have to agree." Hariel asked with a pleading look.

"Sure why not? But you must call me Dany all my friends do and we will be friends I feel it in my soul."

"Okay, Dany I would love to be your friend." Hariel smiled and together they walked back into the castle.


The next day Hariel started her lessons, after a thorough dressing down from Daenerys and Rhaegar Robert had agreed that his daughter could learn to ride if she wished to learn. Dany was an excellent teacher she was sweet and quick to correct Hariel whenever she began making mistakes. She dismounted and Dany laughed as she almost fell on her butt, "You will be sore the first few times it will take time before you are used to it."

"Thank you, Dany that is not helpful advice." She whined, "This hurts."

"I know I felt the same when I was traveling with the Khalasar, they ride all day we have only been riding for an hour so I went easy on you." Dany smiled and helped her walk it out.

"How did you cope?"

"I didn't cope at all, I was like Drogon on a bad day, hissing, clawing and biting everyone's head off."

She laughed when she imagined the fragile Dany behaving like an angry dragon, "So his name is Drogon?"

"Yes, my dragons name is Drogon." Dany smiled at the thought of her dragon, "Rhaegar rides on Balerion and Jon rides on Sunfyre."

"Does your family have other dragons?"

"There is one more, Viserion named after our brother Viserys who died at a young age. He is big, green and is very strong." Dany smiled, "He belongs to Aegon."

Hariel smiled, "It must be amazing to have such a bond with a dragon."

"It is but they are very dangerous, Rhaenys does not have a dragon she burns."

"Oh but she is a Targaryen, isn't she?"

"Yes she is, but she is more a Martell than a Targaryen. She will never fully be a dragon, Rhaegar is tough on her because of her weakness to fire and he plans to marry her to Loras Tyrell."

"Better her, than me I would have killed him in our marriage bed." Hariel muttered before she looked up shocked that her mouth had run away with her again, "Not that there is anything wrong with him he is just utterly useless and I heard he was more interested in men."

"I know, if not for Lady Olenna the Tyrells would have been much worse off." Dany smiled, "She is called the Queen of Thorns but she is a formidable woman."

"Yes I know I have met her once, she said and I quote "You are far too good for Loras, find a proper man to marry instead and change the world," she smiled at me and then they left. Father was furious he thought I had displeased her on purpose."

"I can imagine, as for your situation I know that Lyanna is promoting Sansa as a possible bride for Jon. She is rather angry that Rhaegar is even considering you." Dany said bluntly as they began leading the horses back to the stables.

"So Lyanna doesn't like me?" Hariel worried if her father was slighted because of Lyanna it would reflect on her that she had not made herself agreeable to the Queen.

"No, but she is a wolf and rather boringly fixated on the north, she never feels home in the Red Keep and she wants the north to come to her." Dany sighed, "Sansa is not nearly strong enough to manage a dragon. Too fishy for my tastes although your brother seems taken with her."

"He is I have never seen him interested in a woman before so she is very special," Hariel whispered as the stable hands came and took the leads from them.

"Perhaps we should disrupt Lyanna's plans a bit." Dany hummed, "We can push Sansa towards Gendry, they would be a fine match and the little fish could swim in a warmer stream. Come now little deer lets plan for a while."

Hariel laughed, "My brother will love you forever if Sansa makes him her choice."

Dany nodded, "And with him married you can come with me and ride with the Dothraki, I think you would love it."

Hariel smiled and imagined a life where she would ride every day and never worry about status or money. It would be wonderful but she also knew that her father would not let her go; it could only stay a dream just like her dreams of Harry.


Jon Targaryen was the first born and only child of the king's marriage to Lady Lyanna Stark, when he was born he had looked so much like a Stark that many people worried about the Targaryen bloodline and if he could withstand fire. He had been tested by fire only a few days old, his hand had been held over a flame and Jon had not reacted to the warmth nor had he burned.

He was his father's son he loved his siblings and his Aunt Dany who were there when he grew up. His Grandmother the formidable Rhaella had been a great influence on Jon, she had told him stories of the great wars of the past and his Targaryen bloodline. Her gentle voice had been one of his most prominent childhood memories, she instructed him to behave like a prince and she made sure that he would never sully the Targaryen name.

Rhaegar had followed his father's view on how to take care of the royal children, he let the nurses have them until they turned 7, then he would greet them each morning and each evening.

He was a distant figure in Jon's world and then Jon had become twelve and his world had changed completely, Viserys Jon's uncle and one of the last Targaryen's died from a fever and Aegon was sickly and had been sickly since he was very young, but his health had deteriorated rapidly by then and Jon began spending more time with his father, to prepare him for the eventuality that Aegon would die and Jon would be the heir to the throne.

Now Jon was fifteen and had taken on many of the duties his brother should have carried, but Aegon was now so weak that he could not even leave the Red Keep. No one but the royal family and some selected maesters knew how bad Aegon's health was and now Jon was here in Storm's End to see if he could find a bride.

His mother had all but thrown Sansa Stark at him, but if Jon was honest with himself he was not interested in Sansa she was boring for a lack of a better word, she was like most women content with sowing, gossiping and dressing up. Jon had seen a dozen other girls who were like that, Robert Baratheon wanted him to marry his daughter Hariel. Hariel was different, where Dany had scoffed at the thought of Sansa she laughed with Hariel and seemed more accepting, Hariel didn't want anything she wanted to be free or that was what Dany had told him.

Jon wasn't sure what to make of Hariel, she loved to read and spend many hours sitting in the garden with her book alone, she was always barefoot when she could get away with it, she was polite and graceful and then she challenged everyone when they dared to claim that she was only a girl and should stay out of the men's business. She was hotheaded and fierce but gentle and sweet towards everyone, her eyes showed her emotions and her smile could be both real, calm, fake and vicious, he had seen her smile with viciousness at a man who had dismissed her and before anyone could stop her she had degraded him so much that all the women giggled at the insults to his manhood and the size of his courage. She was very interesting.

She had been out riding with Dany and together the two girls laughed as they walked towards the castle, it was rare that Dany wanted to be with other girls she found them stupid and boring but Hariel had managed to capture her interest and keep it.

"Well my son, what do you think?"

"Hmm," Jon looked at his mother, "What do I think of what mother?"

"Of Sansa of course, your father thinks you can find a better match I think she is the perfect match, what do you think?" Lyanna smiled sweetly, Jon knew what she wanted to hear but this was to be the woman he married and stayed with the rest of his life.

Rhaella had told him, before she passed away, that she had never wanted to be queen and had not been the right one for that role and if she had had a choice she would have told Aerys that he should choose another. A good Queen brought the people to the king's heart and a weak queen made the king weak if Jon became the king he would not have a weak wife.

"I don't care much for Lady Sansa, she is sweet but naïve and knows nothing of the realm nor does she care for anything remotely pertaining to the outside world."

"How can you say that?!" Lyanna gasped while Rhaegar nodded he agreed with his son, Sansa seemed to be content just staying in one place and taking care of a home, a queen needed to travel with her husband and care about all the people in Westeros.

"She would not be a fit queen if Aegon, the Gods forbid, died I would make my wife a queen and she have to be strong enough to fit that role," Jon said just stating the facts, while he prayed that Aegon would get well and take the throne instead.

"She is a wolf, of course, she is strong enough!" Lyanna protested.

"She is a bloody fish for the Sevens sake!" They all turned to Dany, who had just walked into their rooms, when she said that, "What? You all know I am right, she is more a Tully than a Stark."

"What about Lady Hariel?" Rhaegar asked and Lyanna glared at him.

"She is weak a little deer." Lyanna waved her hand dismissively.

Rhaegar sighed his wife was adamant that they chose Sansa, Jon felt like rolling his eyes.

"I like her." Dany commented, "She is intelligent, graceful and thoughtful she also has a backbone ready to stand for what she believes, something that Sansa does not do at all she is so accommodating and sweet that she wants to please everyone, she could never rule."

"My son what do you think of Hariel?" Rhaegar asked Jon, Jon had been introduced to many women, Margaery Tyrell, Elinor Tyrell, Meera Reed, Zia Frey, Serra Frey and a whole lot of other women had been presented and Jon had refused them all.

"I think she is different and strong, but I have not spoken much with her."

"Then spend some time with her, I know that young Robb has tried on more on one occasion to speak to her alone, he is adamant in his pursuit of her," Dany growled and Jon smiled she always said things as they were.

"I don't know how" Jon admitted.

"How about you take her riding tomorrow and I take the dragons for a flight, then you can talk to her," Dany suggested.

"Thank you Dany" Jon answered Lyanna huffed and crossed her arms she was not happy about this.

Jon waited the next day for Hariel he knew he was a bit early but it was only polite, Hariel appeared and smiled as she saw Jon, "Where is Dany?"

"She had to take the dragons out flying today," Jon explained, "She wanted me to take you riding if you allowed it of course."

She looked at him with those green eyes, "I would like that Jon."

They mounted their horses and together they rode out of the castle and Jon began relaxing when their silence was companionable instead of awkward, "Is it always windy here?" He decided that he needed to begin their talk somehow.

"Yes, almost all the time, but in summer it is a blessing as the days are very hot, we normally eat outside if the nights are especially hot." She smiled, "Tell me about the Red Keep, is it big and is the view really spectacular?"

Jon laughed, "The Red Keep is big and the view is good but I think the view from a dragon's back is better."

"Of course," she said drily, "I imagine it must be wonderful to fly, free and without worries." She sighed dreamily.

"Yes, it is quite freeing." They fell silent again.

"Jon is a strange name for a prince of the Targaryen house, why did you get that name?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"I have a Targaryen name my second name is Jon as my mother wanted, my first name is Daeron but everyone just uses Jon."

"Oh, I like the name Daeron, it's more royal sounding." Hariel laughed as she tucked some hair behind her ear.

"Thank you," Jon smiled she was easy to talk to, "What do you like doing?"

She laughed, "I like to read books, about anything really it only has to be interesting, I like to run through the forest and go barefoot even if my father disapproves and the septa's almost faint when they see it. And I like to tease my brother or sit with Lady Myra just listening to her stories." She sighed, "It's not terribly exciting but it's how I like it."

"It sounds nice, comfortable. What if you get married what will you do as a Lady of another house?"

She sighed, "I would do as my station acquired, learning what the normal procedures are in my new home, run the household, get a few children and dream about the world. I hope that my future husband will be kind enough to let me keep my books and let me be at least a little bit free."

Jon looked at her posture she seemed so defeated as if the thought of being under another's rule would kill her, "I'm sorry." Jon said

"No don't be," She smiled bitterly, "This is how the world is for women why should I be any different?"

"But don't you have a choice?"

"A choice? No, I will marry who my father wants me to marry, the one who can bring the highest bride price and the greatest title and I will make it work." She seemed to gain some strength and nodded, "I will make my life the best it can be with the husband that will be chosen for me. I will bring honor to his house no matter what."

"That is terrible." He murmured and she smiled briefly at him, "Perhaps it could change?"

"Perhaps, but I will be caught in a marriage long before it can change." She laughed, "By the Gods we are depressing!"

He laughed as well, "You know what they say: Misery loves company."

"It's true for us." They moved on to easier topics, and their ride was pleasant and together they formed the beginning of a friendship.


When they returned Jon was pulled away by the other boys to train and Hariel knew she was expected by the septa and the Princesses, she changed in her room to a soft golden dress and walked to the sitting room where the women would be.

"I so love this color and it would look good on you too dear Sansa," Lyanna said while she placed a Targaryen red colored dress by Sansa so she could judge her against the colors.

"Thank you Aunt Lyanna, but I am not a Targaryen I am a Stark." Sansa smiled sweetly and pressed the dress back into Lyanna's hands.

"Hello, Sansa!" Hariel smiled as she sat beside the red-head.

"Hello, Hariel, did you have a fun ride?" Sansa smiled as she continued to do her needlepoint.

"Yes it was very nice," Hariel found her knitting, the only thing she enjoyed when it came to making clothes, "How about you I heard Gendry took you for a walk in the garden?"

Sansa brightened and her blue eyes sparkled, "I enjoyed myself very much your brother is so sweet."

"I am happy to hear that you enjoyed yourself," Dany caught Hariel's eyes and they smiled when Lyanna huffed, "Did the dragons get rid of some energy?"

"Yes, they needed a good flight, thank you for being so understanding and allowing Jon to join you instead." Dany said with a small smirk, "Dear Lyanna you are ruining the fine fabric if you continue to clench your hands in it."

"I know," Lyanna struggled to calm down at Dany's words and began asking Sansa about her opinions and if she wanted to go with Lyanna to the Red Keep.

Dany rolled her eyes and Hariel stifled a laugh, they looked at each other before Dany nodded and stood, "I think I want to take a walk, I have been sitting still for too long. Do you want to join me Hariel, Sansa?"

"Oh yes," Sansa answered as she looked relieved to get away from Lyanna for a while.

"Yes, that would be nice." Hariel smiled they packed away their work and together the three walked outside.

"Let's see what the boys are doing," Dany said with a smile.

Sansa blushed, "We can't it would not be proper!"

"Of course we can!" Dany said, "Show the way little deer."

Hariel laughed and showed them the way to the training yard, Bran was being instructed on how to shoot with a bow and he was struggling with Robb's tutoring.

Hariel smiled and walked towards them Jon wanted to stop her but Gendry put a hand on the Prince's arm so he wouldn't interfere, "She is excellent with a bow, don't worry she will not be harmed or harm anyone she is better than most men with her bow."

"Robb let me?" she asked and Robb stepped back in surprise, "Now Bran just let your arms rest for a bit," Bran lowered the bow, "your stance is good, close your eyes and just breathe for a few minutes, your breathing should be steady and calm. Imagine the target and focus in the center, now open your eyes and aim, good now relax your arms look down the arrow and focus on the target. Breathe in and release the arrow."

Bran released the arrow and it flew towards the target hitting slightly off center, "I did it!" Bran cheered.

"Well done Bran." Hariel praised, "Now try again this time just focus on the target drown everything else out."

Bran did as she asked and again he hit the center more towards the middle than before, "Thank you Lady Hariel!"

"Don't worry about it Bran, you are the one that did it just believe in yourself and you will be great," Hariel said and returned to the girls, they sat and watched as the boys tried to outdo each other.

Jon and Robb practiced with the swords and when Robb commented on Jon's footwork, Jon challenged him to a duel.

Sansa gasped, "No!"

"This will be good!" Dany smiled and leaned forward.

"Don't worry; Sansa Gendry will make sure they do not hurt each other." Hariel comforted her gently.

The boys clashed together swords singing, Robb was stronger than Jon but Jon moved like the wind around Robb's rock. Jon moved a lot he was detecting Robb's weaknesses and waiting for an opportunity to strike, Dany laughed, "Robb is finished, Jon has him now."

"Really?" Sansa looked at the boys.

"Yes look how Jon is drawing him closer and how he seems to be deflecting every attack despite seeming to be on the run." Dany explained, "And now he will make his move Robb is being too confident and more likely to show his openings."

True to Dany's prediction Robb made a move to attack Jon's left side and Jon retaliated by evading and kicking the back of Robb's knees, Robb collapsed and Jon placed his sword under Robb's chin, "That was a good workout, you have to take care not to be too confident even if your opponent is retreating." Jon said with a big smile, "But you are good."

"Thank you," Robb took Jon's offered hand and rose, "You were also good my prince."

Jon laughed, Hariel smiled she knew of a book Jon would enjoy reading, a book that described the different fighting styles from the Free Cities, Rose could find it for her.


"JON! JON!" Lyanna's voice rung through the halls of the Red Keep three months later, just five weeks after they left Storm's End, "Is it true?" she hissed.

Jon looked up from his book "Is what true mother?"

"That you have offered to attend that bastard's marriage to Sansa?!" she was almost spitting fire.

"I have offered to attend to the next Lord of house Baratheon's wedding to Lady Sansa Stark. We are after all their family." Jon had tired of his mother's nagging she wanted him to marry Sansa and no matter how many times he said no she still kept on nagging him.

"You cannot be serious! Sansa deserves better than that bastard!"

"Sansa is happy Gendry loves her and together they are a fine match." Jon sighed.

"But she is of much nobler blood than –"

"Be quiet Lyanna!" Rhaegar's voice cut through her argument, "We are going to the wedding and you will be happy, smiling and wish the future Lord and Lady the very best, and if I hear any more poisonous words about the young lord leave your lips, I will personally sew them shut! Do you understand?!"

"But Rhaegar he –"

"I said do you understand?" Rhaegar stared his wife down.

"Yes, Rhaegar." She bowed her head.

"Good, now leave us I need to speak to Jon alone." Lyanna nodded and left the room.

"Thank you father, I don't know how much longer I could have stayed polite towards her." Jon closed the book he was reading to give his father his full attention.

"She was so different before," Rhaegar sighed, "now my son I have grave news Aegon is not getting better and the maester has said that he only believes that Aegon will live for a few weeks more before he will pass away."

Jon looked down he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "There is nothing to be done then?"

Rhaegar had tears in his eyes, "No, he is just too weak. I promised Elia I would take care of them."

"And you have father, Rhaenys, Aegon and I could not be happier. Elia was not very strong and Aegon suffered when she birthed him, she passed away but thanks to you Aegon survived and you gave everything to make him stronger you found every healer and maester that knew the smallest bit of healing. This is not your fault." Jon assured his father.

"Mother said I was mad when I married your mother, but you are proof that a wolf and a dragon can make a strong child." Rhaegar smiled, "You need to bear your brother's weight, become my true heir and I must urge you to marry. You must show that we have a strong house with heirs."

"I know father, I will do what our realm wants me to do. I will take the responsibility and become the crown prince." Jon promised his father.

Jon picked up the book he was reading, "That is not a book I recognize." Rhaegar remarked.

"No, it's not, Hariel sent it to me she said that all people should read it." Jon handed him the book.

"Noble Houses of the Seven Kingdoms" he read the title, "Everyone knows this."

"I thought so too but this book describes traditions, lore, and differences between the different houses." Jon smiled, "It is very different but also very helpful."

"I wonder why we don't have this book here." Rhaegar mused.

"Look who wrote it then you might understand why," Jon said.

"Robin Waters, I see."

"Perhaps we should not scorn people based on their birth, they should instead be judged by their deeds," Jon suggested with a small smile.

"Yes we should, does she send you many things?" Rhaegar asked his son.

"No she gave me a book after the day I sparred with Robb, and then she sent this to me as a reminder that I could be a different prince if I just remember the houses differences."

"Do you want to come with me to see Aegon?" Rhaegar asked.

Jon nodded, "Of course, let me get Rhaenys as well."

Aegon was laying in bed, sweaty and weak, "Brother?" Jon asked as they sat beside his bed.

"Daeron," Aegon whispered, "How is the realm?"

Rhaenys answered her brother with tears in her eyes, "The realm secure and stable, peace reigns and summer is still over us."

"Thank you Rhae," She brushed some of the white-blond hair away from his face, "I know I haven't got long, Daeron do you have a woman in mind?"

"Perhaps dear brother, but you should concentrate on getting better," Jon said.

"No Daeron." Aegon sighed, "I will not survive I am too weak, the next king will not be Aegon VI it will be Daeron III strong as a dragon and loyal to his pack as a wolf." Jon sighed his brother was right what could one say when faced with this, "Tell me brother have you found a woman?"

"Just one, Dany likes her," Jon said with a sigh, he knew Aegon wouldn't give up until he had told him what he wanted to know.

"Her name?"

"Hariel Baratheon."

"A Baratheon? Good, she has Targaryen blood, her great grandmother was a Targaryen, Rhaelle Targaryen she was the daughter of Aegon V it's a good match." Aegon nodded.

"Brother she is very different."

"She has to be if Dany likes her. Take her to meet Sunfyre if she can handle the dragon marry her and let her become Queen of Westeros." Aegon seemed to be weaker and almost seemed to drift off.

"I will brother," Jon promised his weak brother.


He vowed to send a message to Storm's End as soon as possible so he could get Hariel to meet Sunfyre.

"Hariel! Where is that girl? Hariel!" Robert yelled as he rushed through the halls of Storm's End.

Hariel sat in her rooms thinking of her strange dreams she remembered clearly one of the spells, Accio. She stretched out her hand and focused on a pillow she breathed deeply and then she said, "Accio Pillow." Nothing happened and she sighed it would have been awesome to have magic, perhaps Harry wasn't her or perhaps he lost all his magic and she was what was left.

"Hariel!" her father burst into her room.

She startled and tried to calm her racing heart, "By the gods! Father, you scared me!"

"No time for that daughter!" Robert was red from running and breathing hard, "We have gotten a message an offer for your hand."

"Oh." She looked down, "So the Starks have accepted your terms?"

Robert looked at her, "No, the Prince has asked if he could come and visit you again, it's practically an offer for your hand." Robert smiled, "Aren't you happy?"

She smiled sadly, "Yes father, it will be a joy to host the prince." She had hoped that Jon understood her, she needed to be free and not be married, locked into a loveless marriage with a man she did not choose, but apparently, he didn't understand.

"I have told him he can come when it pleases him."

"Of course father."

"Keep shoes on your feet. If the prince comes and sees you without them it would be a shame."

"I promise to keep my shoes on." Hariel smiled at her father.

"My daughter married to a prince – wonderful." Robert left his daughters room and almost danced through the halls.

After that Hariel was measured for dresses and jewels were created for her so she would be properly dressed when the prince arrived after all she needed to look like a princess and she might as well dress like one. By the fourth day dressed in confining dresses she rebelled and with a last glance back she ran to the Godswood the only place she could be alone. She kneeled before the weirwood and began praying to the gods she had never prayed to before, "I don't know what to do this is not me, I am not fancy dresses or jewels I don't care about that, I want to be loved for being me. Is that too much to ask? Please give me an answer…" she begged.

She was on her knees she knew the yellow dress was getting dirty but she didn't care, the dress could be cleaned. She pulled the bracelets off; the fancy comb in her hair was also pulled out of her hair letting her hair fall freely down her back. The trees leaves moved in the wind and the sound comforted her, "I will do my best to accept my fate just don't leave me alone, bring comfort to me." She whispered.

The wind picked up and she looked around for the source when she heard a roar she looked up, above her was a golden dragon. She moved away hiding in the shade of a tree and the dragon landed in the clearing, Jon jumped off of the back and gently ran his hands over the face of Sunfyre.

"Hariel?" Jon turned and looked for her he was sure it was her.

"Hello, Jon." Hariel stepped forward but not too close she knew that a dragon was dangerous even when she was a good distance away.

"Hello," he smiled but sadness lingered in his eyes, "Are you all right?"

Hariel remembered that she had cried and hastily wiped her cheeks and eyes, "Yes I am fine."

"I have come to ask you a question and make a request." Jon bowed.

"Then ask." She held in more tears, her fate would be sealed when he asked and she knew it.

"Will you meet Sunfyre?"

"Is that the question?" he nodded, "I would love to meet her but will she refrain from eating me?"

Jon laughed, "I think she will like you, come closer give me your hand." He held out a hand, "She will not hurt you."

She walked forward slowly and placed her hand in Jon's his warm fingers closed around hers, "She is beautiful." Hariel whispered she stood half a step behind Jon so he was closer to the dragon.

"She is," Jon waited for Sunfyre to lay her head down when the dragon laid her head down he smiled, "Sunfyre this is Hariel Baratheon, Hariel this is Sunfyre the Golden."

"Hello." Jon stepped away and let Sunfyre look at her without any barrier, the great head moved to her and it breathed in deeply and a rumbling growl rose from the dragon.

"She likes you," Jon whispered suddenly from behind Hariel, his arms were around her she felt his breath on the back of her head.

"Jon! This is not proper!" Hariel laughed and pulled away from his embrace, "What was your request?"

"My request is not easy to make so promise to hear me out before you answer?"

"Yes, I will wait." She promised.

He smiled brilliantly, a smile she had seen on the king's face and suddenly she saw Rhaegar in the man before her, same features, same violet eyes only his hair color was different, "I want to ask for your hand in marriage, but before I do that you need to know what you say yes to. My brother Aegon is sick, very sick the maester told us that he will pass away sooner rather than later and I will become the Crown Prince, which means that I will become the king and my wife will become queen when my father dies, you need to decide if you can carry that responsibility." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "You need freedom and I promise to never hinder anything you want to do, I will give you space of your own to do with what you wish. I will let you decide when we have children; I will even let you go with Dany to see the Dothraki people. If that is what you wish, I only ask for your hand in marriage and offer my friendship and faithfulness to you."

He paused and she paused to digest this for a minute before she asked, "Why did you not ask my father? He would have said yes in a heartbeat."

"For that reason, I want to marry you not your father and you make the decision, I will not ask your father if you say no." Jon leaned against Sunfyre.

"So you will not force me into marriage?"

"No, we are friends and I hope we can become more. I want to marry a friend and hopefully, we can be happy." Jon said and waited for her answer.

Hariel thought this through, Jon offered her some freedom and they were beginning to become good friends perhaps it would even develop into love. She would rather marry him before she married anyone else, Robb wanted her to be the perfect Lady Stark and give him lots of Stark children like his mother did before her. "Then yes I would like to marry you."

"Shoes would be a good idea, Lady Hariel." He laughed.

She laughed and went over to where she had thrown her shoes and put them on, "What do you intend to do?"

Jon smiled boyishly, "Give you the experience of flying through the sky," he climbed onto Sunfyre and held out his hand, "Come on!" She smiled back and took his hand, "Step on her foreleg and push up we will help you up."

Hariel stepped onto the dragons leg and she felt the dragon raise her leg and Jon pulled her onto the dragon, "By the all the Gods." She whispered as she was seated behind Jon.

"Now hold on to me, she will take off in a rush and if you don't hold on you will fall."

She wrapped her arms around Jon and with two good beats of the wings they were up in the air over the trees and Sunfyre began flying towards Storm's End, the wind whipped around them and Hariel saw Jon raising his arms with a laugh, "Relax nothing will happen to you." He promised and she felt herself relax a bit, "Feel the wind and see the view."

She looked around and gasped the view was beautiful, Storm's End stood like a rock towards the sea, the forest and fields caught her eye in golden yellow and bright green, Sunfyre dived towards Shipbreaker Bay and they almost touched the water. Hariel laughed and whooped as they rose again, "You are fantastic Sunfyre!" she yelled to be heard over the winds.

They flew around Storm's End and landed in the courtyard, Jon jumped off of Sunfyre and opened his arms for Hariel she jumped down and Jon wrapped his arms securely around her.

"Hariel!" Robert ran towards them, "Where have you been?"

"I was visiting the Wierwood and Jon landed there before he was to arrive here." She explained.

"I wanted to speak with the Old Gods." Jon said as an explanation, in reality, he had seen her sitting in the clearing, her yellow dress had been very visible and had landed to speak with her, "I wish to speak with you Lord Robert if I may."

"Of course, Rose!" Rose hurried towards them, "Make sure Hariel is presentable and fit for a prince." He hissed and Rose nodded, she linked their arms and together they walked to Hariel's chamber.

"What happened Lady Hariel?" Rose asked gently as she found a new dress.

"I – He asked me to marry him – and – and I said yes."

Rose whirled around and stared at her, "You said yes before your father negotiated?"

"I know but he didn't want to go to my father unless I had said yes first."

"How romantic – I understand then." Rose sighed. They got her out of the dirty dress and into a new dress this one more simple, with just her yellow diamond necklace and the fancy comb her father had ordered to be made for her.

They made their way down to the great hall and saw Robert, Cersei, Gendry and Jon waiting for them. Cersei looked like she had bitten into a lemon, Robert and Gendry were smiling and Jon looked at her.

"Father, mother" she curtsied, "Gendry," Her brother bowed to her and she curtsied back, "Your highness." She curtsied again.

"Lady Hariel, I have a very important question for you." Jon was tense and she smiled to show him this was fine, "I have asked your father for your hand and he has accepted, will you accept your responsibilities?"

"I will your highness." She curtsied again.

Robert clapped, "Another wedding! My house is blessed."

"Or cursed," Cersei whispered with a glare, it was obvious that she had not been asked when Robert had given his permission.

"Silence woman!" Robert hissed and they all pretended that they hadn't heard, "Congratulations daughter, we will arrange for you to leave here after your brother's wedding and – "

"I am sorry Lord Baratheon but the wedding must take place sooner rather than later," Jon said.

"What?! You can't respect my daughter enough to let her get used to the idea before she is to travel to King's Landing?"

"I can and I wish circumstances were different, but I need to be back in King's Landing as soon as possible. As we are to be family, I can tell you why: my brother is sick and we fear he may die I need to be by his side." Jon said.

"I understand of course you need to be by his side," Hariel said gently.

"Die?" Robert seemed to be struggling for a bit, "Ah you need to be seen as a strong secure figure, the marriage will need to be soon."

"As soon as possible you understand why," Jon sighed, "This is not ideal but I would ask you all to travel to King's Landing as soon as possible and let me take Hariel with me today so she can learn her way around the Red Keep and be introduced to my brother."

Robert looked at Jon then he turned to Gendry, "I trust him to keep Hariel safe and not take liberties, beside Hariel would castrate him if he tried."

Robert laughed, "True, Hariel pack a bag. We will come as soon as possible to see you married my dear daughter."

"We will stay here tonight." Jon said, "It is not pleasant flying at night, it can get cold."

"Then we will make a feast to celebrate your engagement," Robert announced.

"Rose," Hariel called her maid, "Can you pack a bag for me? Just my simple dresses and Grandmothers jewels."

"Of course Lady Hariel." Rose smiled and went to do as her lady asked of her.


Year 299 AC

Age:

Robert: 37

Cersei: 33

Myra: 32

Hariel: 15

Gendry: 14

Eddard: 36

Catelyn: 35

Robb: 16

Sansa: 13

Arya: 10

Bran: 9

Rickon: 4

Theon: 20

Rhaegar: 40

Lyanna: 32

Rhaenys: 19

Aegon: 18

Jon: 16

Dany: 16