And we are back into it my friends, my chapters have been coming out so late because I have been dealing with some personal issues, don't worry I haven't given up on this story but unfortunately, the chapters may be coming a bit late, ok let's get on with the story.

The Lady Of Storm's End

Darron Flynn

Storm's End….

Darron sighed as he sat in his office, despite the fact that he ruled over the stormlands he had made it his personal mission to keep the memory of House Baratheon alive, two of his household guards stood facing each other on the opposite side of the room, they wore golden-painted armour with helmets shaped as stag antlers, the guard to his right Rennifer Longwaters, the last living descendant of the bastard house founded from House Targaryen, the guard to the left was Steffon Swann, elder brother to his new wife.

Someone knocks at the door before it opens to reveal his new wife Melane Swann, Despite their lack of emotional; connection Darron could not deny that she was pleasing to look at, her dark red hair was tied in a braid, she had a medium-build body accompanied by light skin and light blue eyes.

She could be described as a perfect beauty, but Darron couldn't help but feel slightly guilty in his attraction to her as she was twenty-nine years younger than him.

Melane gave her brother a nod of greeting before making her way over to the right side of her husband's desk "Are you alright my love?" She asks placing a hand on his arm.

Darron gives her a soft smile "I'm just tired is all" he replies "I've spent all night writing letters to the other lords of the stormlands explaining why it's a good thing we keep asking for more men"

Melane gives him a genuine laugh and he's grateful for it but he can't help but feel worried at the situation, "If the war drags on for much longer then we will soon be in debt"

"Why don't you ask the king for help?" Melissa asks "Tell him how badly the invasion is going I'm sure he could send more aid"

Darron shakes his head "King Jon has enough on his plate right now, I can handle this on my own"

Melane shakes her head but before she can say anything the door swings open "Father!" Brigitte calls "The knight is here…."

Brigitte!" Darron yells "I told you to knock before you enter"

His formerly bastard daughter freezes in her tracks, Darron had not yet told her of her legitimization, he was waiting for the right moment, "Apologies father" stutters before turning to Melane "My lady"

Melane smiles at her step-daughter "Brigitte I've already told you not to call me that" she says before kissing Brigitte on the cheek "We are family now"

Brigitte only nods in response before turning back to her father "The knight you sent for is here"

Darron smiles widely "Excellent," he says enthusiastically as he stands from his desk "Let's go meet the greatest knight Tarth has to offer"

The three, make their way down the hall where they come face to face with the knight, they were at least six feet high, garbed in high-quality steel armor painted blue, they also wore a helmet that completely hides their face"

Darron smiles approvingly at the knight "Welcome to Storm's end" he says "Remove your helm"

The knight does so revealing a female face which could at best be described as unappealing, her blonde hair was close-cut and she was brawny enough to pass for a man.

"It's good to finally meet you Lady Brienne," Darron says with a smile "Your father has spoken highly of your abilities"

"Thank you, my lord," Brienne says "I only hope I can prove myself worthy to you"

Darron turns back to his wife and daughter "Brienne is to be my new captain of the guard"

Melane's smile disappears "What of my brother?" she asks.

Darron frowns "He did not tell you?"

"I haven't had much time to speak with him," Melane says "What has he done?"

Darron clears his throat awkwardly "He has asked me for permission to join the Night's watch" Darron explains "I granted it"

Melane pales, she opens her mouth as if to speak but instead, she turns and marches off to find Steffon.

Brigitte moves to follow her but Darron stops her "I also have a surprise for you," he says "We will discuss it later, but for now why don't you go train with lady Brienne?"

Brigitte smiles widely like a giddy little girl "Really?"

Darron nods "If that's okay with Lady Brienne"

Brienne nods "Of course my lord," she says "But if it pleases you it's just 'Brienne', I'm no lady"

Brigitte 'Storm'

Two Hours Later….

Brigitte panted as she opened the door to her room, she removed her surcoat and collapsed onto her bed, looking up at the roof of her room she ran her hand through her raven-black hair, now slick with sweat, Brienne was more knight than Lady, both in her appearance and in her skill.

Someone knocks at her door "Come in!" she calls.

The door opens and her step-mother Melane steps in "Brigitte" she says softly "I hope I am not interrupting"

Brigitte smiles and jumps to her feet "You are never interrupting my lady"

"I told you not to call me that," Melane says with a smirk as she steps closer to Brigitte so they are almost touching"

Brigitte blushes softly "What should I call you?"

Melane reaches out and softly brushes her fingers on Brigitte's cheek and neck "Those who know me call me Melane" she answers "Those I care for call me Mel"

"Mel it is the" Brigitte says before softly pushing her lips against Melane's.

The kiss "Starts out as soft but becomes more passionate, as the two press their bodies against each other.

Brigitte breaks the kiss and averts her eyes from Melane, "If my father were to find out-"

"He won't, and even if he did he wants you to be happy," she says, grasping Brigitte's chin and gently turning her face back to meet hers "Do I make you happy?"

Brigitte smiles softly "You do," she says "But even so I would rather not test that theory".

Melane nods "My lips are sealed," she says, the two women continue to kiss and eventually make their way towards the bed.

(Disclaimer Smut ahead If your uncomfortable with that skip to the next POV)

The two women tumbled onto the bed with Melane ending up on top, she hungrily kisses Brigitte's neck, her hands pull her shirt over her head, she then makes her way down Brigitte's exposed chest, running her her tongue between her breasts all the way down to her navel, until her breaches get in the way, she then begins to undo the laces on Brigitte's breaches, pulling them down and leaving the raven-haired woman completely bare.

Melane stands up only to remove her own her own clothing and crawl back onto her lover, their lips meet once again one of Melane's hands grabs her breast, the other makes its way between her legs.

Brigitte moans against Melane's mouth, but she doesn't have much time to enjoy it as Melane suddenly pulls away and kisses down her body, Melane's tongue replaces her fingers and Brigitte gasps at a sudden wave of pleasure that hits her as Melane begins her work.

Brigitte's heart beats faster and faster as she comes closer to her peak, she bites her bottom lip in attempt to contain the moaning, but when her peak hits her eyes squeeze shut, her toes curl, she clenches her fists around the sheets, her back arches as she lets out a barely contained scream.

As the blissful feeling begins to dull Brigitte opens her eyes to see her lover crawling up her body, Melane places a loving kiss on her lips and then another on her sweaty forehead.

Melane nuzzles her head against Brigitte's neck, the two rested like that for a while, gently stroking each other before Melane sighs sadly "I have to go" she says standing and dressing herself "Your lord father will be expecting me.

Brigitte sits up and sighs "You have not had your turn"

Melane smirks I will get it tonight" she says seductively "When I return"

And with that, she leaves, leaving Brigitte alone and with a large smile on her face

Harlan Hunter

Kings Landing, Flea Bottom….

Ser Harlan groaned in frustration as he stepped in a pile of shit, the ends of his white cloak were already covered in filth. He turns to the four goldcloaks he brought with him who were harassing a merchant

"Enough!" he shouts as the throw the man to the ground, Ser Harlan kneels down and pulls the merchant to his feet, he then removes his milk-colored helmet "I am sorry my friend, but I really need your help.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" the man sobs "I've never heard of the dark sister!"

Ser Harlan sighs, before looking up at the goldcloaks and nodding, two of them grab the merchant's arms and a third grabs the scruff of his neck and dunks it in a nearby barrel full of dirty water, after a few moments of holding him there Ser Harlan gestures for the goldcloaks to pull him up.

The merchant coughs and spits up the filthy water "The Spider confirms that you've been spying for someone and it's not him" Ser Harlan says "The dark sister sent a threatening message to Queen Lyanna herself, if you know who she is and refuse to tell me then that is treason, my good man!"

The man continues to sob but eventually relents "I never met them!" he exclaims "I only spoke to them from a third man"

"Who?" Ser Harlan demands.

"A man" he sobs "Goes by the name Old Jon, you can find at the tasty cow inn"

Ser Harlan smiles and pats the merchant on the shoulder "Thank you" he says before turning to one the goldcloaks "Harrald is it?"

The goldcloak nods "Take this man and give him a purse of silver for his trouble" Ser Harlan orders, he then turns to the other three "Turner, Dannis, Tull, you three are with me"

The Kingsguard and his goldcloak companions march off"

An Hour Later….

Ser Harlan and the goldcloaks made their way towards the tasty cow inn, it was a dirty and run-down place that smelt like shit and vomit, just like the rest of this damned city. As soon as the four men enter the entire tone of the inn changes its patrons stop chatting and drinking and instead stare up at the kingsguard.

Ser Harlan removes his helmet and tucks it under his arm "I'm looking for Old Jon" he announces "He's a regular around here"

"A fat and ugly man steps forward "He's not here" the man snorts "So bugger off"

Turner the goldcloak steps forward "You speaking to a knight of the Kingsguard" he says "Show some respect"

"Why?" The drunk slurs "Because he wears that fancy white armor? Or because he follows around that prick who lives in the red keep"

"You're drunk" Ser Harlan states calmly "And you are speaking ill of the king, I suggest you shut up"

Ser Harlan can clearly see that the man is about to get violent but before he does another man steps forward and grabs the drunk by the shoulder, he wore a brown doublet of a white shirt and black pants, he appeared to be in his mid-fifties with his brown short chopped hair already turning grey, he had a robust body and a stern looking face.

I'm the one called Old Jon" the man answers as he roughly shoves the drunk away, "What do you want"

Ser Harlan straightens his back as if to seem more imposing "I am to escort you to the red keep by orders of his grace the king"

Old Jon smirks "His grace is welcome to meet me here" he replies "It would do him good to be among the smallfolk for a change"

Ser Harlan sneers "This is not a request friend," he says "I suggest you come along peacefully", as he says this the goldcloaks behind him place their hands on their swords, ready to draw them.

Old Jon scoffs "Look at this boys!" he announces loudly "A mighty knight of the Kingsguard, the grand protectors of the king"

The crowd snickers mockingly, Old Jon steps close to the kingsguard "Tell me boy" he spits "How did someone as young as you slither his way into the ancient order?"

Ser Harlan swallowed nervously "The king held a grand tourney at the end of the war" Ser Harlan explains "From that he choose the new kingsguard"

Old Jon scoffs "A Tourney?" he asks "I Remember when the Kingsguard consisted of great knights, Arthur Dayne, Oswell Whent, Jonothor Darry, not pampered little lords like you"

"I may surprise you," Ser Harlan says.

"I doubt it" Old Jon replies, gesturing to the door "You should go.

Ser Harlan scans the room and notices its patrons reaching for various items that could be used as weapons, normally untrained commoners wouldn't bother the knight, but there was at least three dozen of them in the room"

"Let's go," Ser Harlan says to his companions who look at him in confusion,

"Just give us the word Ser!" Tull protests "we'll clear out this rabble and drag this cunt back to the red keep"

"That would only lead to our deaths" Ser Harlan counters "We'll come back with twice as many men later"

Tull grumbles but steps back, Ser Harlan turns back to Old Jon "This isn't over"

Old Jon smirks "Run back to your king boy" he spits "Tell him that my mistress is not ready to meet him yet"

Ser Harlan gives him one last look of contempt before leaving, the three goldcloaks following close behind.

Ser Harlan is barely ten feet from the door when he hears it open from there a dozen men step out and begin following them.

As they get closer Ser Harlan freezes in his tracks, his hand falls to his sword as he turns to his men, "Draw your blades" he commands "Now!"

Ser Harlan and the three goldcloaks advance on the patrons, but they notice too late another advancing behind them, one of them plunges a knife into the back of Dannis's neck, Ser Harlan rushes forward and guts the man, another one swings a club at him but he dodges it, before driving his sword through the man's back.

Ser Harlan turns to see Tull and Turner being overwhelmed by the mob, he grits his teeth but before he can move against them a man steps behind him and stabs him in the back, causing him to cry out in pain, another swings his club, bashing it against the knight's helm.

Ser Harlan stumbles to the side, but before he can recover the mob moves around him and begin kicking and beating him, with one final effort Ser Harlan furiously swings his sword in all directions, the sounds of men screaming and flesh being cut proving that he is meeting his mark.

The mob takes a few steps back, Ser Harlan rushes out of the crowd but only gets a few feet before his injuries cause him to fall to the ground, the mob once again surrounds him and continuous beating him for what feels like hours until they finally leave him beaten and bloodied on the cobblestones.

Quite a bit of drama in this chapter, It feels a bit cheap bringing Brienne into the fold this way, but I was actually planning on doing that in my last book, however, I never got around to it, on a further note we introduced two new OCs this chapter which means I get to fan-cast

Melane Swann: Sarah Bolger (I realize the stepmother/stepdaughter relationship is a bit messed up but they are around the same age which makes it a little less icky and it's not like Game of Thrones is known for its ethical relationships)

Old Jon: David O'Hara (He might not seem important right now but trust me, he and his mistress the dark sister will have a large role to play)