Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, all characters and rights belong to George R.R. Martin.

Hi guys, I'm back! I know I said it would take longer to update, but I have some things to say regarding some of the latest PMs and reviews. If you want answers to your questions, READ THAT!

As you may know, there are NO white walkers in this story, to the concern of some of you and the happines to others. When I published the fic, it was in the description of it ("No WW"), but maybe some of you who started following it didn't saw it, so now I'll explain why I took that decision.

First of all, I don't like walkers at all, and being my first AU story about GoT, I felt more comfortable deleting them from the history.

Second, I'm not a native english speaker nor writer, and that means that I have some troubles to write a 2k words chapter, so I planned for this story to end when I reach 100-140k words, no more.

Third, I wanted this story to focus entirely on the War of the Five Kings. (Five? huehue). BUT, for those who already vision a Stark fix-fic with Robb Stark and Margaery Tyrell on the throne, you are wrong. I can assure you that Robb will not seat on that blasted iron chair.

For those who are concerned about why the fuck are the wildlings under the leadership of Mance, don't worry, I'll show you in the incoming chapters. It won't be anything epic, but it will be logic.

I know some of you are disappointed about it, but I beg you give it a try. With the path the story is taking, I have the opportunity of doing some things that I'm sure no one wrote before me. Truth to be told, I don't know If I will be good enough to write it, but it can be SO. FUCKING. EPIC.

Without further delay, here is the chapter. It's a short one to introduce some new sub-plots, but regardless, I hope you enjoy it.


Daenerys I

Her path to reclaim her family rightful throne was going great. In the last year, she hatched three dragons, who were now as big as horses, and took an army of ten thousand men, eight thousand unsullied and the remaining two of the Second Sons. But it wasn't sufficient, she needed her dragons to grow up or more men.

So she was here, in the recently taken Yunkai, planning her next move through Slaver's Bay. And then to Westeros, to reclaim the Iron Throne.

She sat in her war council with her most trusted advisors. Ser Barristan Selmy, also called Barristan the Bold, a former Kingsguard of his grandfather and probably the best swordsman still alive, even at his old age. Next was Ser Jorah Mormont, the exiled Lord of Bear Island and her oldest protector, who had been with her even before she was married like a brood mere to Khal Drogo. Commanding the Unsullied was Grey Worm, and at his left sat Daario Naharis, leader of the Second Sons. And last but not least, Missandrei, her confident, friend and translator.

"Ser Barristan, as the most experienced battle commander here, what is your advice?"

"We have ten thousand men and your dragons grow strong every passing day your grace. If the other Free Cities don't threat us in any way, I will tell you to wait a couple of months, so the army can rest and your dragons grow stronger. If you prefer to move from Yunkai, my suggestion is to attack Mereen. We have the men enough to take it, and the entirety of Slaver's Bay would be yours. Furthermore, Mereen has ships, ships you could use to sail to Westeros." Responded the old knight, signalling the city of Mereen in the map.

"We will rest in Yunkai for two weeks, and then we will take Mereen. For too long the slavers had the power in this lands. No more." said Dany with determination in her voice.

Both Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan nodded at her, supporting the plan.

"My Queen" told Daario Naharis "Mereen has enough ships to carry your army to Westeros, and they would surely do it for free, should you show them your dragons. Why don't we hire more sellsword companies and go across the Narrow Sea? The Seven Kingdoms are at war, you shouldn't waste this opportunity"

"What do you know about Westeros, Naharis?" told a stern Jorah "The smallfolk will not follow her if her entire army is composed by sellswords, and even with that, our numbers aren't even enough to take the Stormlands as weakened as they are now. We need allies, not small houses but entire kingdoms. It would suffice with the backing of Dorne and the Reach, but our last report told us that the Tyrells were going to ally with the Lannisters. If this is true, they will outnumber us by two or three to one, counting the Martells at our side. And that's forgetting Ned Stark's son and Stannis Baratheon." Jorah took air and looked at Dany. "Let them bleed your grace. Let them weaken themselves and then we strike."

Dany turned to Ser Barristan, who nodded at her. Impatience wasn't going to make them any favour. "I agree with you Ser Jorah. For now let's rest, in two weeks we'll talk again and decide how we proceed, but we will not launch an assault at the Seven Kingdoms unprepared. My dragons are small, they can't take a heavy defended city like King's Landing or Riverrun, and I will not risk their lives just because I didn't take my time planning it. Let's end this here"

"Very well my Queen. I live to serve." Daario bowed and left the council rooms, followed by Grey Worm.

Barristan and Jorah were looking one at each other, having a silent conversation that ended with the both nodding. It was Ser Barristan who spoke.

"My Queen, can we give you our honest advice?"

Dany raised an eyebrow and looked at the both of them. "You always do it, why should you stop now? Speak freely."

"Once we sail for Westeros, you should leave Daario here. Be it as governor of your holdings in Essos or as Commander of your eastern empire, but going to Westeros with a former lover will make a bad impression to the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms."

"I am who takes these kind of decisions Sers, remember that. But I knew your opinion in the matter before you told me" she drank from his glass of watered wine and continued. "Once we sail for Westerios, he will stay here with the Second Sons, as I need an ambassador if I don't want the slavers to regain their power. But neither of you will tell a word to him. Now leave me." said Dany, trying to hide his anger.

Both of them bowed and left, leaving Dany alone with Missandrei. She relaxed his shoulders and talked with her for a while, needing a conversation with someone who could understand her without demanding anything back, and eventually going back to her chambers..

After taking a bath and having a look to her dragons, she went to her chambers. Tomorrow would be another day.


After a week repairing more than fifty ships in the docks, Kevan Lannister had sixty ships and five thousand men ready to attack Dragonstone, whose garrison was half that number. It was a tough nut to crack, but they needed to remove Stannis from the map.

Enjoying a last night of peace in his chambers inside Maegor's Holdfast, Kevan got his thoughts interrupted by a nock in the door.

"My Lord, the Hand of the King is here" told the guard in Lannister colours, who opened the door without hesitation after receiving an encouraging nod from him. Tywin Lannister entered the room.

"My Lord Hand" vowed Kevan respectfully

"Kevan, we must talk."

"Of course Tywin, take a seat please. What do you need from me?" told Kevan, as the dutiful brother he was.

"You sail for Dragonstone tomorrow at dawn. Once you take the island and capture Shireen Baratheon, kill her with discretion. Once she is removed from the line of succession, Tommen has no competitor to Storm's End claim, and the Stormlords will flock to our side."

Kevan wasn't expecting that. He had foreseen Tywin ruthlessness at first hand, and he knew about the horrors of war. But the girl was family-by-law, and innocent by all reports. "If these are your orders I will follow them, but are you sure that the girl is a threat? Nobody will follow a small girl with greyscale to conquer the Iron Throne."

"Maybe not by herself, but our family is hated enough for the stupidity of my daughter and grandson. The girl will die, Tommen will rule the Stormlands, and you, brother, will be the new Lord of Dragonstone and the Narrow Sea." Tywin unfolded his pack, showing a crimson banner with two golden lions facing each other, a symbolism of him being the second son. "You have been my most trusted advisor all this years. I can't think of anyone better to start a new Lannister cadet branch."

If Kevan was surprised when he was ordered to kill Shireen, being granted a lordship by his own left him completely speechless. "A… Alright Tywin, I won't fail."

"I know you won't. Take Lancel with you and leave him as castellan, I will need you in the war against the Starks and I can left the island without someone commanding it. Have a good sleep brother, tomorrow you reclaim Dragonstone for yourself" and Tywin went out of the room.


The docks were full of soldiers, sailors and peasants alike. The fleet was almost ready when the Lannister and Baratheon procession came down from the Red Keep, passing by Fisherman's square who was full of smallfolk who, to be honest, didn't look neither happy nor well fed.

As it was customary, the King and his council bid the army farewell when they went in campaign. When they reached the docks at the Blackwater, the party stopped and dismounted their horses.

"Ser Kevan Lannister, your loyalty and services to the crown will not be forgotten. May the Seven guide you through the seas and give strength to your swords to bring down the usurper Stannis Baratheon" proclaimed Joffrey as kingly as he could.

"Thank you for your kind words your Grace. I will do my duty to the crown" vowed Kevan.

Tywin stepped forward and put his hand in his brother's shoulder. "Remember what we talked" Kevan nodded in acknowledgment,

He got on his flagship the Queen Cersei and looked back at his men, unsheathing his sword and taking it up in the air. "Today we sail to war! For King Joffrey!"

"For King Joffrey!" his men cheered at him, and the fleet started his way to Dragonstone.


The smell of salt filled the air near the shores of Pyke, ancestral home of House Greyjoy. Asha was aboard her flagship, the Black Wind, with her most important liutenants, along with the thirty ships she had under her command.

A lot had happened in the last days. For one, his father Lord Balon Greyjoy had died under strange circumstances while crossing one of the rope bridges that connected the towers of Pyke, falling to the sea. At the same time his corpse was recovered, the Silence, her uncle Euron's ship, was spotted near the isle. By Westeros laws of succession, her brother Theon was the heir of the Iron Islands, but the Seven Kingdoms were too busy ripping their throats apart to look to the isles, a fact that was well known by captains and reavers. The ironborn would claim independence once more, but who would be the king?

His uncle Victaron, while a formidable warrior and good commander, having the hundred ships of the Iron Fleet under his direct command, was made to follow orders, not lead their people, and the ironborn were too proud to follow her just because she was a woman, even after proving herself reaping and looting wherever she went.

Knowing that his uncle, Aeron the Damphair, will push for a kingsmoot in Old Wyk to decide the next Ironborn leader, and that if Euron Greyjoy somehow managed to claim the Seastone chair, they would be fucked and led by a madman, their only option was his brother Theon, who after ten years in the mainland, no one knew what kind of man he was.

Determined to know it, she was going to lead her ships towards Seagard and look for his brother, and if the captains and the Drowned God considered him worthy, he would rise as King Theon Greyjoy of the Iron Islands.


Here we are! I hope you liked it, as short as it was. Next chapter will be a Robb one, and It will be longer.

Your reviews and support are very much appreciated

See you soon!