A/N: ALRIGHT! So, I thought about waiting until more people read my story, like say maaaybeee 15-25 tops? BUT I realized that if I made more content, I would get more viewers: SO HERE IS CHAPTER TWO. I will say that some of you have made good points about the canon and my storyline. BUT, I wanna say that this an AU, which I will explain through the voice of Rhaegar. By the by, some of you who HAVE read my story, AND are Major Jonerys shippers, will have probably have read grednforgesgirl's fic titled Together (Ice and Fire). In it, without giving any spoilers, has a scene where, nearly word-for-word, it is identical to my prologue.

IF you have read it, just know that I talked to the writer and she confirmed that it was just a weird coincidence. A "great minds think alike" thing. If you HAVEN'T read this masterpiece, (A. what the hell is wrong with you?) B. you should definitely make it a priority.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these lovely characters. Unfortunately. But if I did, MARGAERY DEFINITELY WOULDN'T BE DEAD! Those b******( OH C'MON! I WAS-It was-For fucks sake.)


Kinvara, High Priestess of the Red Temple of Volantis, the Flame of Truth, the Light of Wisdom, and the First Servant of the Lord of Light, was currently staring at the recently dead man. When the body of Rhaegar Targaryen arrived at the Red Temple, by some man who called himself "The Stranger", she was told to prepare a room for the deposed prince. What he said to her to convince her that it was in her best interest to obey him...Well. She simply hoped they never crossed paths again.

So, she had ordered some of the slaves to make a room for a corpse. After thanking her, the Stranger had stayed for a few days. Just..sitting by the dead prince's bedside. Shortly after, the Stranger pulled her aside and told her to not mention his presence until necessary and to leave the body where it lay and to only change his bedsheets. It took some...CONVINCING to make her agree. Thinking about it now made her blush a tad. She still had a sore throat from screaming so hard. Just a couple days went by, until one of her servants had informed her that Prince Rhaegar had opened his eyes and started screaming. She followed the panicking servant, trying to get the Young Dragon's quarters.

"This one was just about to replace his linen's, when he- He just- This one has never seen anything like it! Has the Red Lord brought him back to be-" "Don't be a fool!" Kinvara hissed at the poor girl. "The Prince that was Promised was said to be Fire AND Ice. He is- He cannot be-." Just as she was about to deny that the fallen prince was actually alive, ("He can't be. He just can't.") she arrived at the room and saw the prince laying facedown on the ground, with his arms and legs splayed about him.

As Kinvara was about to reprimand the servant girl for touching the body, (she would never admit it due to the mind-blowing...negotiations, but that man terrified her. Of the wrath he promised to bring. I daresay she was more frightened of this Stranger than her Lord.) While she was pondering those blasphemous thoughts, his left hand shot forward to grab the stone floor. She jumped backwards in shock and fear, her eyes widening at the sight of the formerly dead prince trying to get on his feet. She stared at him in wonder and, maybe just a little bit of fear? By the time she found her voice again, the resurrected prince was nearly on his knees. "ALMIR! DRIZ!" The two guards she posted, as per the Stranger's instructions (who was that man?), hurried inside the room stopping only to stare at the slowly rising prince.

"Well, don't just stand there! Get him back on the bed!" Kinvara scolded. As the two men helped Rhaegar back onto the bed, he seemed to be cooperating with them. That is, until he punched Driz, a tall, burly, Yunkish man covered in tattoos, in the throat momentarily breaking free. As Driz stumbled backwards, Rhaegar used his now free left hand to hit the side of Almir's thigh, locking his leg in place, then using his right foot, he kicked Almir's foot, breaking his ankle. Almir fell to the floor screaming in pain, and Rhaegar stumbled backwards, away from the downed men. He turned around to briefly see the servant girl bashing the side of his with an unlit torch that was hanging on the wall. As Rhaegar fell to the floor, unconscious, the girl turned to Kinvara, breathing hard.

"F-f-forgive me, Mistress! Th-this one was only-!" the girl tried to explain her actions to Kinvara, before she was silenced. "No. No, you may have done the right thing. There have been records of other Priests when they return life to the dead. There have been instances where the resurrected have been violent, due to either the last memories the deceased had or the nature of their deaths." Kinvara elaborated, walking to the prone form of Rhaegar. " And all things considered with this man, this reaction should have been expected." "What should we do now, Mistress? Do you want to keep him here?" The servant asked innocently. "NO!" Kinvara yelled quickly. "No. we should follow the Stranger's instructions. He needs to be with the one He trust's." "A-a-and, who is that, Mistress?" The servant asked.

Kinvara sighed and walked over to one of the side tables beside the bed. On it were two scrolls, one unsealed and the other was opened. Kinvara grabbed the open one and looked at the contents again. On it were detailed instructions what to do when the Prince awoke. After reading the Stranger's list, she turned to the servant, still waiting on some answer. "Go to the kitchens. Tell the cooks to prepare food and water, something to easily consume and to not add anything that would make him sick. Something like a broth or soup. After that's done, finish changing his bed and have some the other slaves place him back. I will need to send a raven." The girl nodded, and turned to leave but she stopped to ask, "If this one may ask, who are you sending a raven to, Mistress?" Kinvara sighed again, "Ashara Dayne of Starfall. Apparently."


(I had thought of ending it here, buuuut I thought that would be cruel. I did promise you SOME answers. And, as a favorite uncle once told me: Don't be a d***. OH C'MON! I can't even say d***?! I said cock in the last cha- Oh wow. You censored d*** but not cock?! Tchh. Hypocrites, the lot of you.)


Rhaegar opened his eyes, narrowing them at the glaring light of the sun. He slowly sat up from his bed and noticed that he wasn't in the same room he was in when had that...altercation with the two...were they Yunkish or Meereenese? Ah well. Rhaegar still didn't know where in the Seven Hell's he was. All he knew was that it was sunny, there was a strong scent of the sea, and...it smelled like a flower boutique of all thi-. Wait. Waaait, wait, wait, wait. The flowers he was smelling...they only came from one place in all of Westeros. If he recalled correctly, THIS particular flower was his first wife, Elia's, favorite flower because it reminded Elia of her childhood friend-. "R-Rhaegar?" Well, speak of the Devil and she shall appear. He turned toward the direction of the familiar, husky, feminine voice of his beloved wife's closest friend and confidant, and former handmaiden now. "Hello Ashara. I'd get up, but…" Ashara, a tall slender woman with a curvy figure, dressed in peach colored dress that hugged her body and left a little to the imagination, ran toward the bedridden prince, hands covering her mouth in shock till she reached the bed and wrapped her arms around him.

"Watch the arms. Watch the ARMS!" Rhaegar protested half-heartedly. Ashara, her arms wrapped around Rhaegar's torso in a death-grip, sobbed loudly and joyfully. Loudly because all of the horror that had wrecked the Kingdoms. Joy because at least ONE remnant of her old friend still lived. "When I heard that Robert won the Battle of the Trident...And that the Lannister army sacked King's Landing...And when Ned returned with Dawn…" Rhaegar squawked, "Ned WON?! He cheated. There is no chance in ANY of the Seven Hells, Eddard Stark won a fair fight against your brother." Ashara sighed mournfully, "But he did Rhae. He did and my brother is dead. And when I got the raven from Volantis, of all places-." Rhaegar grunted, "So that's where I was. How did I get there? By the Gods, how did I get here?" Ashara sniffled answering, "I don't know. All that Kinvara woman said was that you had friends in every heaven, apparently. She was instructed to send for me when you awoke." "Kinvara, eh? Isn't she supposed to be the High Priestess for some Red God or somewhat?" Rhaegar mused. Ashara, having released Rhaegar, sat up and answered, "Yes. Light of Truth or whatever. Whoever saved you had scared her half to death!" Rhaegar scoffed, "What? A fire priestess scared of one man?" "Yes Rhae. She didn't clarify but he had said something that shook her. Badly." "So, a fire worshipper sent a raven to you, stating I'm alive and only you were trusted enough to care for me, and you just jumped at the opportunity to merely say you played nursemaid with me?" Ashara blushed. "Well, that was only part of it. I wanted to see the proof that Robert failed in killing a Targaryen. Which reminds me.."

Ashara stood up and slapped Rhaegar on the shoulder. "How could you let that drunken bastard win?! Why did you leave Elia and the children in King's Landing?! And why, WHY did you leave Arthur at the Tower?! You should have known that Ned would've won!" "Peace, Ashara. I thought Arthur could deal with an honorable fool like Eddard Stark. And it would've been suspicious if Elia and I went to Dorne and I returned alone. Evidently I was wrong. So, so very wrong." Rhaegar muttered under his breath. Ashara sighed, "Well, what did happen? You said you had a plan. All THREE of you said, repeatedly, that you had a solid plan!" "You want to know what happened? Robert FUCKING Baratheon is what happened. He cornered us, Just when we nearly at Winterfell's gates. He cornered us and demanded, DEMANDED, and explanation. Lyanna tried to tell him to fuck off, like she usually does, and Robert...Robert got violent."

Robert, his face red in anger and drink, stared at his betrothed and the Crown Prince. Who were apparently trying to sneak out with each other. "Robert, we don't have time for this. I'll send a raven later to explain everything but you need to go. Now." Lyanna promised. Robert's hand shot forward, grabbing Lyanna's elbow, saying drunkenly "Wait. I-I wa-wanna talk 'bout dis. Wh-what the fuuuuck is gon' on?" Rhaegar growled, "Remove the hand or lose it, drunk." Lyanna looked at Rhaegar, scolding "Rhaegar! You're making this worse than it already is! Robb, let me go and I PROMISE I'll explain. You don't understand…" "Oh, I think I understand, 'Anna. Dis cheating fuckstick thinks he can have however he wants! He w-wants to take you away from me. Well, you've already got one wench in your bed, shis one's mi-" SLAP "DO NOT TALK ABOUT ELIA THAT WAY, YOU BASTARD!" "Wait. Did you slap him or did Lyanna?" "What?" Rhaegar looked up at Ashara in surprise for asking that. "Robert. Did you slap him or did Lyanna?" Ashara clarified. "She did. Why do you ask?" Rhaegar asked, confused.

Ashara walked over to table and opened a small chest that was on it. From the chest she withdrew a scroll, and with it Ashara turned to face Rhaegar and walked over to him saying, "I received this a few weeks before you gave Lyanna that garland. Is it true?" She handed him the scroll and waited as Rhaegar read the scroll silently. A few minutes later, he asked softly, "How long?" "You mean How long did I know about what happened in the Godswood in Winterfell, all those months ago? Or how long have I kept you and Elia's secret?" Ashara replied. "Both." Rhaegar answered, pinching the ridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Too damn long. Why didn't you talk to Lord Rickon or ANY of her brother's?" Ashara demanded. "HAHAHA! Yo-You believe that Honorable Lord Stark or any of his overprotective son's would understand? Or even TRY to understand?!" Rhaegar replied sarcastically. Ashara sighed, replying, "No. I may love Ned, but even I know when there are things men can't understand." "HEY!" Rhaegar said indignantly. "Yes, alright. SOME men can understand, but I agree with you. Neither Ned nor any of his family members would even try. I'm sorry, I interrupted you. Carry on. You said Lyanna slapped Robert?"Ashara asked. "Indeed. And it was glorious."

Robert staggered back, having released Lyanna's arm, placing a hand on his throbbing cheek. "Aahh! What in Seven Hells is your problem, Anna?" "YOU DO NOT get to call me 'Anna' after what you just said, you fat fuck!" Lyanna hissed in fury. Rhaegar leaned against a nearby wall, letting his fiance do all the work for him. "Elia is one of the most kindest people in this cold world and you will NOT disrespect her in front of me or Rhaegar!" Lyanna warned, looking very much like a She-Wolf she was called to be. Robert pleaded, "Beloved, please! Have some common sense! Once this prat has his way with you, he'll throw you away for the wolves. No-one will want a Lady with her honor besmirched! Just come back with me I'll forget this ev-." "You DARE accuse Rhaegar of using women?! Of being an adulterer?! How hypocritical of you, MY LORD!" Lyanna spat out mockingly. "How about the brothels you frequent? The farmer's daughters you, CHARM, out of their maidenhood? Or any Lady willing to open her legs to you, even though we were betrothed to each other since we were children! And you dare call me 'beloved'. This farce is over Robert. Goodbye." Lyanna, delivering a final verbal blow to a quivering Robert, turned in a huff and strode over to a grinning Rhaegar, who clearly enjoyed the tongue-lashing his love had given to the proud Lord.

Robert, trembling in rage, launched himself at Lyanna, in a vain hope to shake some sense into her before he lost her forever. Rhaegar, seeing the desperate lordling reaching for Lyanna, quickly grasped Lyanna's forearm and pulled her away form the grabbing Robert. Robert fell to his face only to push himself up to his feet and get knocked down by Rhaegar's left hook, rendering the drunk Stag unconscious. Lyanna sighed, shaking her head, before saying, "Did you really have to hit him that hard?" "Yes." Rhaegar said in monotone. "Now, we can wait and apologize when he wakes up or we can go now!" Lyanna grabbed her Dragon's hand and said, "I hope we won't regret this."

"And...the rest you know. We reached Dorne, Elia and I annulled our marriage together, I then married Lyanna, and sometime in between that Robert told the Starks that I kidnapped Lyanna and was raping her." Ashara wiped the tears that were forming in her eyes, and asked, "And after that, your plan was foiled. You couldn't go forward." "No. No, the plan was blown out of the water after my father burned Lord Rickard alive and strangled Brandon to death. It all went to shit once that happened." Rickard Stark. A good man. One I would've been proud to call Father. A wise man, with a good head on his shoulders. A proud man but with time, he would've understood. And Brandon. Nearly as bad as Robert in some regards, but he had some morals. Lord Rickon made sure of that. If his philandering ways had gotten him a child, there would be no doubt he would've kept it. But poor Caitlyn. She deserved better. A fiery ginger, with strong loyalty to family, but a naive outlook on the world.

Rhaegar sighed and braced himself for the question he had to ask. "Ash. Is it true?" Ashara freezed and replied, "What do you mean, Rhae?" "You know what I mean. Was...was Elia really…" Ashara shook her head quickly. "Please. Please don't make me answer that. It's still too-" "PLEASE Ash. I-I need to know." Ashara took a deep breath before answering, "When Tywin Lannister came to King's Landing with his army, he sent word to your father that he was bringing reinforcements against Robert and his forces. The way I heard tell it, Varys the Spymaster warned Aerys that Tywin was lying, that the Old Lion HAD brought reinforcements, but for Robert. But Pycelle, that spineless worm, told Aerys to 'open his doors' to Tywin. That 'he was an old friend, and he could be trusted'. Aerys, by that time, was so far gone with paranoia that he desperate to trust anyone at that point. When Aerys made his decision, THAT'S when the war was truly over. Tywin ordered his men to burn and sack King's Landing to their hearts delight. When they found Elia and the children.." Ashara broke off with a sob, covering her mouth with her hand. Rhaegar waited with bated breath as Ashara collected herself.

She took a big gulp of air before continuing, "Several of his men stabbed Rhaenys, while she was hiding under her bed. Gregor Clegane, or The Mountain as the men call him, ripped little Aegon out of Elia's arms before swinging his body against the wall, crushing his skull and killling him quickly." Rhaegar flinched when he heard about his little son. "Elia...Elia was less lucky. The Mountain had his way with her, before crushing HER skull with his bare hands." Ashara paused before looking at her longtime friend, who was just staring at his lap wordlessly. "And my Father? My Mother? What became of them? And of Viserys and my new sibling?" Rhaegar tonelessly asked.

Ashara sighed and answered, "When Aerys heard about the Old Lion's betrayal, he ordered his pyromancers to ignite the caches Wyldfyre he had placed all underneath the streets of Kings Landing, and then he ordered Jaime Lannister to ride out and bring Aerys Tywin's head. I guess that made him snap, because when Ned entered the throne room, Jaime was sitting on the Iron Throne both the bodies of Aerys and his head pyromancer lying at his feet. Queen Rhaella, died giving birth to your sister, Daenerys. When some loyalists heard that Stannis was approaching Dragonstone to 'deal with' the last Targaryen's, they warned Ser Willem Derry about Stannis' approach and he took Viserys and Daenerys with him to Pentos in Essos. I haven't heard anything since. I'm...so sorry, Rhae. I wouldn't wish this on anyone." Rhaegar was still unnaturally quiet when he heard the news about the rest of his House. He grunted "And Lyanna? And our child?" Ashara closed her eyes and replied, "Ned went to the Tower of Joy and faced my brother. When Ned returned, he gave me Dawn and said that 'Arthur fought well.' As for Lyanna, Ned found her in a 'pool of her own blood'. And there was no mention of your child."

Rhaegar was still quiet for a few minutes before saying, "Get out. Please." Ashara nodded jerkily before standing up and exiting the room, leaving Rhaegar alone with his thoughts.


ALRIGHT! SOooooo? What did we thiiiink? Originally I thought "MAAAYBEEE write some more to the chapter, BUUUUUUTTT maybe not." And I think I made the right choice! SO, new chapter. We got some more detail on Pre-Rebellion and we saw how s*** went do- (FOR FUCKS SAKE! STOP CENSORING MY S****! GODDAMMIT!) Anywho, Leave a review and some theories, and I'll see you in my world...

P.S. The actress I had in mind for Ashara Dayne is the lovely lady Morena Baccarin