Jon

The battle was swift, if it could even be called that. It was more like a charge, the King's heavy horse rode down the attackers like grass. The King rode at the head looking like a Horned God with his helm and his warhammer. Jon saw him take a man's head off with one great swing.

His father rode beside him in his ice blue armor, Barristan Selmy in his golden one. He rode in the column behind them with Ser Arys and Ser Loras Tyrell. His sword was drawn but Jon didn't see any fighting. There were too many horses and men packed together. He had no sooner rode onto the field than he heard the cried of victory and the enemy flee into the distance.

He saw his father whose usually ice blue armor was now painted red with a sword to match. The King, Lord Stannis, Randly Tarly, The Kingslayer, Ser Arys all looked the same. It was only Jon who's sword was clean as if he'd never used it.

They stayed in Storm's End that night. His Father had gone with the King into the castle. They'd most likely hold a council meeting about their next move against these vagabonds.

Jon was in the courtyard with the rest of the soldiers. After the victory they'd taken to war's pleasures, drinking and women. Watching them now Jon had almost thought the war was over and they'd be going home soon.

He sat with Matthos, his fellow squire who he'd found after the battle. By the fires he meet his two older brothers Dale and Allard. Both had squired under Stannis several years before and were later knighted by him. Other men closer to his own age were Ser Richard Horpe who had ridden under Renly, and Ser Justin Massey a Knight from King's Landing.

They laughed amongst themselves. The sounds of song and merriment rang into the air to mix with the moans of pleasure from man and woman alike. Justin sat with a drink in his left hand and a half-naked whore on his right knee. As a married man Dale averted his eyes from her.

He'd learned that Richard had tried to join the Kingsguard when he was closer to Jon's age, when there was a vacant position amongst the seven. There was a Tourney in King's Landing for the nameday of the Queen and the young knight thought it was the best time to be noticed. He unhorsed men in the Tourney some twice his own age. Ser Lothor Brune, Ser Hosteen Frey and even Ser Mandon Moore of the Kingsguard fell to him that day. But his dreams ended when The Hound of House Clegane sent him to the dirt and the white cloak he tried to fight for was later given to a man of the city watch who had once been a sellsword. Ser Justin joked at both of them. Choosing rather to keep his whores and drinking any day.

Jon excused himself to get himself some more wine. Drinking was never an issue for him. In Winterfell Lord and Lady Stark would only let their children have one cup of wine during a celebration but Jon was allowed to have as many as he wanted. But each and every time the wine seemed to be stronger than the last. On this night it was a sweet wine from the native region. Jon stumbled around in search of a serving girl.

"Jon." a calm voice called. He knew who it was without even seeing the face. Arys never called Jon 'Snow' or 'Bastard' always by his first name. Turning to the source he found his suspicion was proven true. But he was not alone, Ser Meryn Traunt stood with his sworn brother. " How did you fair today?" He asked putting his hand on his squire's shoulder.

"Well My Lord." Jon nodded." Though I didn't see any fighting."

"Looking the other way?" Arys joked. A harmless comment that both he and Jon laughed at. However Ser Meryn did not.

"A clean sword? What use is that?!"

" I could not find a man to sink it into." Jon stated.

"What use is a sword that's not bloodied?!" He snarled, his face tightening." You're no good bastard." Jon wanted to unsheathe his sword and bloody it on Ser Meryn right now. Boy or not he could take him. It was wildly known that of the Seven Kingsguard Ser Meryn was the weakest with a sword.

"Leave him be, Ser Meryn." Arys spoke up in the calm voice of reason." He'll get his chance soon enough."

"You're too soft on this bastard." Meryn said turning his fury on his sworn brother.

"He's only a boy." Arys replied." He'll learn. Life is the best teacher there is."

"Brothers." Said another voice. They turned to see the Lord Commander standing between them and Jon. They nodded to them and he addressed them in return." The King has called a council. Ser Meryn would you go and fetch the Ser Mandon." The Old Knight stood between Arys and Jon, reminding the boy of all those months in Winterfell, that started on him on this journey. Ser Meryn said nothing but nodded, turning away with the same scowl on his face. The white cloak trailing behind him.

"I don't like that man." Jon spoke casually. Arys only nodded, his left hand on his sword hilt and his helmet in his right.

"Others have soiled the white cloak before. Ser Meryn is one of the good ones in that sense." Arys told.

"Some were heroes, others weaklings or cowards. Most were only quicker and stronger than most, skilled with sword and shield, but still prey to the needs of all men." Ser Barristan told." Pride, lust, love, anger, greed." He stopped himself, his hand tight around his sword his voice thick and hard with each word. He'd served besides the best of Knights and the Worst of Kings. He knew the depths of men and their madness better than any. But he knew the true merit of them as well after serving in three wars during his time. It was after the Rebellion when he took Robert's pardon that he decided to use his sword for what he hoped was a just and true cause. "Come." He nodded. Arys turned his head and followed the Lord Commander back into the keep. Jon did not follow. They did not need him where they were going. But Ser Arys called out to him.

"Come along Jon." He called. Jon cocked his head up to see both white cloaks looking back at him." You were called as well."

"My Lords I would not wish to-"

"You were summoned personally by the King." Ser Barristan told. Jon's eyes opened wide and froze him in his place.

"It's bad manners to refuse a King." Arys spoke out with a smile." Especially one you wish to serve under." Jon nodded and followed after the two up the stairs.

"Would I not dishonor the Lords with my presence?" Jon asked following after them." I would not wish for it to seem as if I'll be knighted just because my Uncle is the King."

"The DragonKnight was son of the King, serving under four members of his own family during his time. Uncles, Father, Brother and Cousin alike." He stressed the words." The best overcame their flaws, did their duty, and died with their swords in their hands. The way a True Knight is meant to."

They stood before the room where the council would be held. It was the old dining hall with tapestry's of Wild Stags and the Noble Family were held. At the long table sat the council itself.

The King sat in the middle of the table. Eddard Stark his Hand was to his left, his brother Stannis and then Renly to his right. Randly Tarly sat on the end of the table next to Ned. Barristan Selmy stood guard behind his King. The Kingslayer stood guard at the other end of the table behind Lord Renly. Jon stood guard outside the door with Ser Arys.

"Bring him in." Robert ordered with a wave of his hand. The prisoner was accompanied in by Ser Meryn Traunt and Ser Mandon Moore. He was of medium height with a solid build, a square jaw and shoulder length red hair.." What is your name and status?" Robert asked when he stood before them.

"Ser Tristan Rivers." He answered." I am a knight in the Golden Company." While the Kinghts name was unknown to the, what he belonged to did not. A company of sellswords from across the Narrow Sea.

"You are addressing the King of the Seven Kingdoms." Stannis spoke up." You will call him by his proper titles."

"Why have you come to this Kingdom?" Ned asked. Tristan's face tightened before speaking." Who sent you?" Tristan was silent.

"We've been sent under the King." The listeners seemed confused.

"Have you not been listening?" Stannis said." You are addressing the King."

"I speak of the one true King. Aegon Targaryen the sixth of his name, King of the-" That was as far as he got as King Robert slammed his hand against the table and let out a great roar.

"Call the Banners!" He yelled." We ride!" He continued to shout despite all others in the room trying to calm him. In the end it was only Ned who could.

"Have sense Robert." He said." Aegon Targaryen is dead, killed during the sack of King's Landing. This man has given us no proof otherwise. And I am not about to listen to the words of a sellsword." Stannis and Ser Barristan nodded their head in agreement. Robert had stopped in his place and Ned seemed to have calmed him." And we will find nothing in the night but our own shadows. Let the men rest and tomorrow we will set out and finish this band." The council was in agreement to that.

"And what of him, You're Grace." Jaime Lannister spoke up. Robert looked back to the sellsword standing between the white cloaks.

"The Night's Watch is always short of men." Ned spoke up." Send him to the wall." Robert gave a nod and exited the room.

Connington

Aegon had never lost a fight before. He'd fought all over the free cities with the Golden Company. Killing Dothraki screamers, unsullied, sellswords and Knights alike. He'd conquered three castles of the stromlands and was ready to take the greatest of them all. Only to be attacked from behind by the Usurper and his dogs.

He might have been captured or worse if it hadn't been for Jon Connington. The loyal Hand of the King grabbed his King and fled the battle, their army following close behind. They scoured the woods and marshes after that and Jon saved them once more from being captured.

He'd been injured in the fight. A burn on his left arm from his palm to elbow. Aegon washed the dirt off his face with water from the river. Picking his head up he saw what was left of his army had joined him.

That surprise attack nearly cut their numbers in two with nearly the same number injured. Aegon's scowl grew. This could not be the end for him, he was the Dragon the rightful King.

A sudden trumpet sound got his attention and his head moved quick as a flash to its origin. He'd been found, The Usurper had come again. Ready to finish the job. Aegon jumped to his feet and grabbed his sword.

He watched as his men stood aside while fully armored men rode by on mounted horses. One of his own led the group on foot, a small portly man with chain mail armor.

"This is him." He pointed to Aegon. But the Dragon King paid him no mind and instead looked to the man approaching him on the horse. A thin man with shoulder length black hair with skin the color of copper and eyes like a snake's.

"So you are him?" He said with a smile as he looked at Aegon." The boy who would calls himself King?" His smirk irritated Aegon and he prepared to lash out against him. But he was stopped as Jon Connington spoke.

"Prince Oberyn." He said standing up." I am glad you have arrived. As you can see we could have used you sooner." There was a gruff undertone in his voice. It had always been Doran Martell's ambition to have revenge for his dead sister, his neice and to sit his nephew the One True King back on the Iron Throne. He had done that through Jon letting him raise and bring the boy back to his home. But Jon expected Dorne to have been there they second they landed in Westeros to bend the knee and pledge loyalty. But Jon kept himself as calm as he could, now was not the time to rile a powerful ally.

"Better late than never." Oberyn smiled. The King turned to his Hand with a confused but angered look.

"You're Grace." Jon said to him." This is Oberyn Martell, your mother's brother."

"If you are my allies." Aegon spoke in a soft but hard voice." Then you acknowledge me as your King." He pointed his right index finger to the ground before him." Kneel before me." The Prince of Dorne cast a glance at Jon before looking back to the King.

"I also bring nearly three times that of your numbers." Oberyn said." If you'd like I could turn them back South." He jerked the reins on his horse in that direction." Or better yet to Storm's End and Robert Baratheon." He urged his horse forward, causing Aegon to take a step back.

"You dare?!" He shouted. Jon Connington decided it was his time to intervene and stepped between the two.

"We thank you for your support, Prince Oberyn." He reached out his hand." You could not have come at a better time." Although this was not exactly true, these reinforcements gave them greater numbers than their enemies who were already celebrating an early victory. They could now go and catch them off guard and inflict a humiliating defeat to them just as they had done to them all those years ago. Oberyn now ready to talk sense dismounted and took Jon's hand.

"We came as soon as we heard." Oberyn had been in King's Landing on the day they landed. It took him another few days to travel back to Dorne and several after that to gather all the spears of Dorne for their cause.

"Twenty Thousands spears." He told Jon as he stood with him and the King. Aegon was delighted. The Dornish not only brought fresh troops to the battle they brought siege engines. With this necessary equipment they could march back and take Storm's End and any other castle in westeros." Where is the Girl?" Oberyn asked.

"The Dothraki khal is dead." Jon told." Ser Jorah says they march for Astapor, for an army of slaves." Jon and Oberyn talked back and forth but when Aegon had heard their increased numbers that wasn't enough for him.

"If we follow the road." Jon told." We may pass by Robert and go straight to King's Landing."

"No." Aegon spoke.

"You're Grace?" Jon questioned.

"We must go back and take Storm's End!"

" Perhaps it's best we forget Storm's End and move on. King's Landing is just to the North. With this new army we can-"

"Robert Barartheon is already in Storm's End." Oberyn told. "It's better we meet him now rather than later." Jon shared the hate for Robert as much as any man there, perhaps even more. But he was trying to see a more practical side. There was no guarantee they could beat him, Robert could very well have gathered all his banners by now and beat them all around the Stormlands just as much as they might beat him.

'It's risky' he thought. But Aegon seemed to have his mind made up and Oberyn agreed with him.

"Haha!" He laughed." The fire in you is as strong as your ambition. That's the Dornish in you. Yes, let us ride out and take Storm's End. We'll kill Robert and Ned Stark, then move to the Westerlands to Tywin Lannister." There was a bitter sound in his voice at the mention of the man's name. Jon had heard the tales of Elia. True Jon held no love for the woman but Rheagar had loved her so he tolerated it. But he knew Aegon's heart ached for the mother and sister he never knew.

"There." Aegon pointed to his Uncle." That's the End of it, and I'll not hear a word more." Right now Aegon and Oberyn desired the same thing, revenge. Robert had taken family from them, a sister and a mother. He'd taken everything from Aegon and in the morning he would see him suffer for it.

Daenerys

Daenerys Targaryen wed Khal Drogo in a field beyond the walls of Pentos. She had been given to the Dothraki warlord by her brother Viserys, in return the Khal would give Viserys an army. An Army of 40,000 Dothraki screamers.

At first it was not easy and she wed Drogo with fear in her eyes. From that day on the entire khalasar rode all day from sunrise to sunset, at night they made camp. Dany was swore from the riding and it did not help when Drogo took her in the evening.

It was Ser Jorah Mormont an exiled knight from westeroes sworn into her brother's service on her wedding day. Since then it was he who taught her to ride and speak like the Dothraki. And it was he who would comforted her when she was sad.

And after her brother died, having made the foolish mistake of angering the Khal by threatening his wife and unborn child it was Ser Jorah who took her brother's place, as her closet companion. But Jorah did other things as well.

When Robert Baratheon had sent his assassins to kill Dany they failed all thanks to Jorah Mormont. That is what lit the fire in Khal Drogo's duties and he offered a gift to his unborn son, the Iron Chair his mother's father sat on. But the Khal's promise was broken when he died. But in his death, Daenerys was given a weapon that had not been seen for over one hundred years. Daenerys rode from the funeral pyre unharmed with three dragons.

Jorah was the first to swear loyalty to her after that. Other loyalists followed. Now Daenerys had to build her own army and get herself home.

In Astapor she bout eight thousand Unsullied on Jorah's council. She may have bought them as slaves but they followed her as free men, and still they were not the only part of her army. Two companies of sellswords from the free cities had also joined the fight, the Stormcrows led by Daario Naharis and the Second Sons led by Ben Plumm. Together offering a total of 4,000 swords to Dany's army.

Dany watched from the wooden ship, the sails flapping in the wind the salty sea air hitting her face. And for the first time in her life she saw rocky mountains as tall as the sky, lush fields of crops. She had seen home.

"Is that it Ser Jorah?" she asked her heart in her throat.

"Aye my Queen." Said Jorah at her side, one hand resting on his sword." That is home." Her dragons were with her on the ships. She named them after the three men she had loved most in her life. Her husband Drogo and her brothers Rheagar and Viserys. They were getting big now. Drogon was the largest, nearly twice the size of a horse. Viserion was the smallest and the size of a grown man.

"Is this King's Landing?" she asked. Jorah turned from her and off into the distance. He put a hand over his eyes to block out the sun and squinted his eyes into the distance.

"No, Your Grace." He cleared his throat. "These mountains may be larger than any castle but they are not castles. These are the Mountains of the Moon. We are in the Vale."

Dany departed the ship and set the first step on her homeland. Everything seemed different here than it had in the free cities. The sun felt warmer, the grass greener, the air fresher. She lifted her dress and slid her foot free from her sandal and rested it against the soil of Westeros. She put her arms into the air just as her dragons flew past her and into the sky.

The rest of her army followed after her.

"Which way from here, Ser Jorah?" Dany asked as she stepped foot on the muddy ground. The navigation of their voyage was off, they did not land in the Capital. They had landed far north in the East of the Riverlands, in the Vale of Arryn. The closest town was Gulltown.

"King's Landing will be South your grace." He told her." In that direction." He pointed it out to her. Dany looked out into the distance and as far as her eyes could see, could only see mountains." But the Noble House of Arryn guards this place."

"Will they rally to us?" she asked meekly.

"Jon Arryn was among the first to raise his banners against your father." He said turning to her. That answered her question quick enough." But I heard rumors he has died. Maybe we could take the seat of his house. And strike out for the rest of Westeros from there. Or we can go to King's Landing. It's you decision my Queen."

But Dany did not know the answer. If they marched on King's Landing they would most surely meet with the other Great Houses. And although tensions in the realhm were very tense at the moment, Dany did not know of all, any or none of them would flock to her side. Instead she choose a place of strategic purpose. She and her army would start their conquest with the Vale. And move on from there just as the Usurper had done.