A Day Later at King's Landing

Weiss

The Schnee princess was currently sitting on a bench in the garden, more specifically, the bench where Jaune had given her the rose, and his promise to always come back to her. She smiled at the memory as she twirled a white rose between her fingers, ever since that day, she had the gardeners plant them in the area surrounding the bench, so that she'll always remember.

She was afraid for her love, for he was going to war, and might not come back. She didn't know what was gonna happen to him up there, in that barren, Gods forsaken wasteland called the North. She knew how good of a swordsman he is, she's seen her herself, and she knew that if he wasn't the heir to Casterly Rock, he surely would've been Kingsguard, which was a great deal, since the members of the Kingsguard protected the royal family, and were thus the best of the best. This was war however, and it didn't matter how good you were, your life was always at risk, she should know, her father'd told her war stories whenever she'd ask.

She remembered this one Kingsguard who'd fought beside her father during the First Winchester Rebellion, a blonde haired man with blue eyes, Aegon Arc III, or simply known as the Blonde Bull. He was the cousin of the current heir at the time, Elias Arc III. Aegon III was a tall and muscular man, who carried a great sword he called Widow Maker, for... obvious reasons. The sword was as tall as young adolescent boy, and the blade was as wide as the palm of a grown man's hand. The cross guard was made of pure gold, with twin arcs at the end of each side, the handle was pure white with bits of blue and gold, while the pommel was a giant sapphire. He wore the white armour that befits those of the Kingsguard and intricately crafted, with gold and white being the main colours. Aegon III was a man to both be feared and loved. He was a ferocious fighter, he was often seen splitting men in half with a single swing of his blade, but he was also gentle, and kind.

Her father had told her that Aegon III died protecting him, at the Battle of Seagard, where her father had been careless and didn't see a swing of the blade coming, and Aegon III had taken the swing for him, the blade cut his throat, spewing blood all over his Kingsguard armour, staining the beauty of it with his blood. Her father had been so mad that he went on a killing rampage until one of the senior officers had to restrain him with the help of several men. Weiss wished she could meet the famed Blonde Bull, who had slain over hundreds of enemies, the man who died protecting her father, the reason why she and her sister Winter were here in the first place. That just showed her that even the greatest fighters are mortal. This made her sigh deeply, fretting over Jaune's future. She knew that when he came to King's Landing, that she would make the most of the time they'd have, because neither of them knew if that would be the last. When this war is over, she knew that she'd have to talk to her father about setting up a marriage with her and Jaune. She might've only seen 16 years in this world, but she knew for certain, that she loved Jaune. She wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life with him, waking up beside him every morning, ruling the country together, seeing their children grow up, one would be King of Westeros while the other would be Lord of Casterly Rock, growing old together, when the time comes, have her bones placed beside his in the Crypt of Casterly Rock, with the engraving as 'Weiss Arc, Loving Mother, Great Queen, and Exceptional Wife.' She knew Jaune was for her as she was for him, and she-

Her musings were interrupted by her handmaiden, Rhaenys. She was a pretty girl, with light brown hair and equally brown eyes.

"My Lady, I apologize for the intrusion, but a raven came for you, from Highgarden, with the seal of House Arc. I brought it to you as you requested."

This made Weiss really happy, he had written to her, just as he promised.

"Thank you, Rhaenys. You may now take your leave." With that the girl bowed her head and walked away.

Weiss looked at the stamp, the golden twin arcs on the seal, representing House Arc. She broke the seal and searched the contents of the letters.

"To My Beautiful Weiss,

I have arrived at Highgarden yesterday, and as promised, here is the letter. Highgarden is great, although I wish that my reasons for arriving were under a more... peaceful reason. The bloody fool Garnet met us when we were near, and 'escorted' us. He's a terrible fighter, more likely to injure himself than his opponent. We'll be leaving for King's Landing in 3 days, while making stops at Bitterbridge and Tumbleton for resupplies. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe from Garnet's unwanted courtship, although you will owe me one for that. I met Yang again after 3 years of not seeing her, well, not being in Highgarden. She's certainly changed, emotionally, and... physically. Ruby's still the cutie from last I remember, although her puppy dog eyes routine has gotten much, much better. I'll see you when we get to King's Landing

Love, Jaune Arc."

Weiss was really happy with the information she's gotten, she blushed really hard at the "My Beautiful Weiss" part, although she was less ecstatic at Yang. She knew about Yang's feelings, Gods everyone knew, although almost every girl wanted Jaune, and the fathers of those girls sought the power and riches of having an Arc marry their daughter. She had to think of all the major obstacles in her conquest for Jaune's heart. In Dorne, there was Princess Pyrrha of House Nikos, and exceptional warrior who mainly fought with a pear and shield. She was the heiress to Sunspear, the Capital of Dorne. In Starfall, there was Lady Emerald of House Sustrai. She too fought with spear and shield, a norm in Dorne. Now was time for the Reach. There were two obstacles in Highgarden, Ruby and her half-sister Yang. Ruby was 2 years younger than them, but that wouldn't matter. She hadn't had the body fit for Jaune yet, so that was a good thing, Yang however... Yang was gifted a gorgeous body by the Gods. For 16 she had the body of a 20 year old, something Weiss herself couldn't compete with. In Oldtown there was Coco of House Marlin. She was 3 years older than Jaune, and had the body to compete with Yang, she was trouble. In the Stormlands, there was Penny of House Ironwood, who was the heiress of Griffin's Roost. There was also Talia of House Ozpin, she was the heiress to Storm's End, the capital of the Stormlands.

In the Westerlands there was Cinder of House Fall, although she isn't the heir to Ashemark, she was beautiful, with her ebony hair and amber eyes, she would be a very strong match for Jaune. There was also Blake of House Belladonna, the heiress to Banefort. Like Cinder, she too had ebony hair and amber eyes. In Silverhill there was Velvet of House Scarlatina, who had chestnut brown hair and equally brown eyes. In the Crownlands itself where King's Landing is located, there was obviously herself, and Elizabeth of House Spencer, who had black hair and blue eyes.

She couldn't remember the others, especially now that the Second Winchester Rebellion's happening, the North surely has no chance to marry into the Arc line. Although it reminded her that the Westeros was at another civil war, although it was 1 kingdom against 6, the Westerlands, the Vale, the Reach, the Stormlands, the Iron Islands, and Dorne, plus the might of the Riverlands and the Crownlands behind them. This rebellion will surely be over quickly.

Confident with that, she merely put the letter down, and began twirling the white rose between her fingertips again, thinking of Jaune.

A Few Hours Later At Highgarden

Jaune

At the gardens of Highgarden, there was a calming peace settled in the location, a peace that was good for thinking, a peace good for preparing oneself for the war to come, a peace- immediately shattered by the squealing of a 14 year old girl who had black hair with red highlights and silver eyes, being chased by a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, while a girl with equally blonde hair with lilac eyes merely leaned against a tree while watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk on her face.

"Jaune, I'm really, really, really sorry about filling your boots with honey cakes, I thought it'd be really funny!" The Silver eyed girl said to Jaune.

"Well let me tell you something Ruby, it really, really, really isn't funny." He said, as he was still chasing after Ruby.

Said girl merely turned her head to look at him and stuck her tongue out. Knowing that he wasn't going to catch her anytime soon, he slows down until he eventually comes to a full stop, panting while pushing up his knees for support, while Ruby jogs to him and puts her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm really sorry Jaune, honest, it won't happen again."

Jaune merely stands up straight before ruffling her hair with his hand. The intimate action causes her too blush.

"It's alright Ruby, besides chasing after you gave me quite a bit of exercise." He says with a small laugh, eliciting chuckles from the both of them.

The two walk over to a bench big enough for 4 and invite Yang to join them, which she does so eagerly.

"So Jaune, you and Garnet will be riding to war against the Winchester's, right?" Ruby asked Jaune with a hint of concern in both her eyes and tone of voice.

Jaune merely grins at her before wrapping her in a hug, something that elicits envy in Yang and a feeling of warmth in Ruby.

"Yeah, but don't worry, I'll be sure to protect Garnet, so don't worry about him."

While their conversation's going on, Yang stopped listening and started her own mental conversation with herself. 'Enjoy it now Rubes, cause I get to cuddle with that e-v-e-r-y single night, he's shirtless when he does it too, so that's a big bonus for me!' Yang had added.

"Just try not to get hurt, okay? And be careful, I know you're a good fighter but even the best fall. Like your uncle Aegon for example, he was called the Blonde Bull, he was one of the best Kingsguard in history, but he still fell on the Battle of Seagard. What I'm trying to say is, Jaune please, please, pleeease be careful when you go to north." Ruby had practically begged Jaune.

Touched with the concern she's given him, he hugs the girl even tighter while he runs his hand throughout her hair.

"I promise you Ruby, I'll be really careful. Do you wanna pinkie promise it?" He felt her nod in agreement before pulling away from her and extends his pinkie to hers, while she hooks hers with his and grips it tightly.

Their little moment however, was interrupted with a servant walking into the garden.

"Pardon me for interrupting, my Lord and Ladies, but your father has sent me to come tell you that dinner is now being served in the Great Hall." With that, he bows and leaves the three alone.

"Alright, perhaps we should go then." He says, standing up, but offering both arms to Yang and Ruby, which they both take as they walk towards the Great Hall.

When they arrive, they see the Lord of Highgarden and Warden of the South, Marcus Rose. The man had silver eyes and black hair. When he saw them enter, he stood up, making Garnet – his son and heir – do the same.

"Ahh, Jaune, Ruby, Yang, please do join us! The cooks have prepared something special for us tonight. Roast pheasant with gravy, duck sausages, pigeon pie, and rabbit stew!" The dinner had sounded quite special indeed, and with that the three sat down, with Jaune in the middle of the two, with Yang on his left and Ruby on his right.

The dinner had been relatively normal for the most part, with how their day went and stuff like that, it wasn't until 10 minutes in did the conversation get interesting.

"So, Jaune, what're your plans once you leave King's Landing?" Marcus asked, which made everyone else stop their conversation to listen in.

Jaune swallowed some duck sausage and washed it down with some Arbor Gold wine.

"Well, we'll sail north and resupply at Gulltown in the Vale, then at Sisterton, when we reach the Three Sisters. Once that's done, we'll land just west off of White Harbour and take it. Once we're done that, we're to send a raven to King Robert that White Harbour has fallen, and march onwards to Moat Cailin. We'll assault it from the back since it's more focused on stopping threats coming north, rather than leaving it. After that, it should be an easy path to Winterfell." Jaune had finished, taking another sip of Arbor Gold.

The Lord of Highgarden merely waited, processing the information given to him before smiling and nodding in approval.

"I assume your Lord father had come up with this plan? He's a clever one he is." Marcus had asked.

"King Robert actually had the plan of leaving north from King's Landing. My father had wanted to leave form Oldtown and land somewhere in the Rills. But King Robert had convinced him to leave from King's Landing."

"Ahh, it seems as though King Robert's a better tactician than he lets on." The Lord of Highgarden says.

"Indeed. I will also be going to Oldtown tomorrow until the third day of my stay here." Jaune had said. That raised a few eyebrows.

"Is that so? Might I ask why, Jaune?" Marcus had asked.

"I have some business to take care of, alone." Jaune had added. He saw the looks of disappointment form both Ruby and Yang, but chose to tell them about it later.

The dinner finished shortly after that, with The Lord of Highgarden going back to his study to deal with the war, and Garnet went to his chamber to get some rest while Jaune had to explain himself to Ruby and Yang.

"Listen, I have a friend to meet in Oldtown, an old friend, but I'll be back the day before I leave, promise." The girls looked hesitant for a moment before nodding. Ruby bid them a goodnight before giving Yang and Jaune a goodnight hug, and walking towards her chambers, while Jaune and Yang went to Yang's.

Jaune took off his shirt and wore shorts, while Yang had gotten dressed in the bathroom. This time her nightgown was a light yellow, and joined Jaune on the bed. They immediately got into position, with Jaune wrapping his left arm around Yang while she has her head on his chest. They talk about random things for a good hour or two until Yang yawns, making Jaune chuckle.

"Maybe it's time to sleep, My Little Sun Dragon."

"Maybe so, My Blonde Knight."

"Goodnight Yang,"

"Goodnight Jaune."

And with that, both blondes fall asleep with the feeling of warmth and comfort they find in each other, little do they know of the danger that lies across the Narrow Sea.

Across The Narrow Sea

At The Black Shadow Mercenary Camp South of Pentos

Alexander of House Zlo sits in his tent, staring at the map of Westeros, planning out his invasion. The Twin Arcs at Casterly Rock, the Snowflake at King's Landing, the Rose at Highgarden, the Spear-and shield at Sunspear, the Lotus at the Eyrie, and the Hammer at Riverrun, while the Black Bear's in the Narrow Sea.

"Just a few more weeks, and then the Shadow Fang will be finished with their contract with Yunkai, bringing a total of 50,000 men to my present 40,000, and the Golden Sword will join us once they're done with their contract with Volantis, bringing 60,000 men with them, and lastly, the Black Spear will join us once they're done their contract with Braavos, bringing another 60,000 with them. This in total puts us to 210,000 men total. This will however take quite a bit of time to put together, seeing as how they're basically on the other side of the country. But I am a patient man, and can handle the wait. The challenge however, would be acquiring all the necessary food and drink, and transportation to ship these 210,000 men onto Westeros. Hmm, what to do, what to do." Alex merely thought for a few minutes before finding the solution.

He quickly grabs parchment paper, a quill and some ink and begins to write a letter to an old associate of his. After 10 minutes he's done, he rolls the parchment and takes heated red wax, puts a little of it on the paper, and takes his bear stamp, and presses it down onto the hot, liquidy wax, forming a roaring bear, the indication that it was business from House Zlo.

He calls into his tent his most trusted rider, Michael, after a few minutes he walks into the tent.

"What can I do for you, my lord?"

"There's a letter I want you to give to a merchant in Braavos, he controls an impressive amount of ships, and he just so happens to owe me a favour or two. I need you to bring 50 men with you for back up, and leave immediately, understood?" With a quick nod, Michael left the tent and did as he was told.

Alexander merely smiled to himself, immensely pleased with his work. The moment he was brought into Martin Winchester's stupid rebellion, he knew they were doomed from the beginning, but Winchester was his liege lord, and he had to do his duty as his vassal to answer the call to arms. When Moat Cailin had lifted its gates, it confirmed what he already knew, that they were done for, but Winterfell was still defiant, and so was its King in the North, so as a man bound by oath and honour to the Winchesters of Winterfell, he couldn't give up... yet. Then slowly, the other Northern lords broke off from Winterfell and surrendered to Robert and Elias, the bloody cowards those men were. In total, of the 30 or so Houses that backed the Winchesters, only the Winchesters and the Zlo's of the Dreadfort had remained. When Arc and Schnee had marched up to Winterfell, they sent a splinter force ahead of them to take his home, the Dreadfort. He immediately left the North, and Westeros and moved to Essos, finally being fed up with his stupid liege lord. Now here he was, 20 years later, his dream of returning to Westeros from his exile is coming to fruition.

Normally I'd do one chapter of one story, and do the other story next, but with the Season 5 premiere last night I was in a Thrones mood. I'll be working on Jaune's First Mission, and Arcstinction next. If you ever have any idea what these places look like, or where they are in relation to each other, just Google them.