"You're overreaching now, dear sis," Aegon spat sarcastically across the table at Rhaenyra, clutching his side painfully as he moved slightly hurting his still healing wound. They were in the small council chamber discussing the logistics of splitting the realm. On the left was the side that was collectively known by the smallfolk as the Greens, Prince Aegon, with Lord Ormund Hightower, Prince Daeron, Lord Jason Lannister, Queen Alicent Hightower, Lord Commander Criston Cole, plus Lord Borros Baratheon and Lord Unwin Peake. House Tyrell was noticeably absent due to the fact that the Lord was an infant and his mother whom was acting as regent had chosen not to attend. On the right sat Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon, Lord Corlys, Lady Jeyne Arryn, Lord Elmo Tully, Lord Cregan Stark and Lord Desmond Manderly, and on this side it was Dalton Greyjoy who was absent. At the head of the table and overseeing it was King Viserys I, Ser Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, Lord Strong, the Grand Maester and Lord Beesbury.

It was nearing late afternoon and they had been debating for hours, certain things had been decided quite quickly, like the coins would remain the same throughout both Kingdoms making it easy to move between, laws would remain as they are until either ruler decides to change them for their kingdom. The Royal treasury would gradual be start to split with all taxes from each Kingdom going to their respectable capital, allowing easier splitting of the Kingdom when the time came. The topic that was currently being discussed was borders.

"I overreach, my future kingdom has already been burnt, greats Houses facing costs and fear of invasion thanks to no firm defences. I think it is only fair what I ask, for the benefit of peace for both our kingdoms and compensate Lord Tully who has faced the worse of it," Rhaenyra retorted sharply, standing up out of her chair to face her brother, it was only a calming hand from Lord Corlys on her shoulder that made her cooled her down before things got heated.

"Why should I lose land for doing nothing wrong," enquired Lord Jason, "I did not break the king's peace, it was Prince Aemond, why should we be punished."

"Are you saying that we don't deserve compensation, that what happened to us and the Vale was punishment from the crown, be very careful about what your next words are!" warned the young Lord Tully angrily, "the Riverland shave always been the base for many a conflict and now between two kingdoms, who knows what the future holds, By ceding us the Golden Tooth it not only provides us a more defensive position but you still have a castle that hold the other end of the pass, it also will provide us with coin necessary to rebuild.," Elmo finished loudly, slamming his fist on the table, too long had the Riverlands been fought of as lesser than the Westerlands as not being a kingdom before in its own right. He would not let the Lannister push him around.

Before either Lord Jason or Aegon could answer back it was the Grand Maester who interrupted, "Forgive me but I think both Rhaenyra and Aegon make a good point and there could be away to solve this. For the same reason that Lord Elmo wants the Golden Tooth, you could argue the Stormlands have the same problem with Massey's Hook. Perhaps your graces the solution is an exchange, the Lands of Massey's Hook including Sharp Point and Stonedance all the way up to the Wendwater river becomes part of the Stormlands. The Rest of the border remains the same apart from all lands currently with the Golden Tooth cede to the Riverlands." Grand Master Orwyle suggested, much to the annoyance of Aegon, Daemon and Rhaenyra. But before they could jump in on this new suggestion, Viserys spoke.

"I concur with Maester Orwyle and this matter is settled, if I left it to both of you to come together with an agreement, we would meet the stranger long before. I am tired, I we can reconvene tomorrow to discuss more," King Viserys declared gingerly pushing himself up of his grand arm chair and waddling towards the door followed by 2 of his kingsguards.


In the Dothraki Sea a convoy from Volantis made it's way up a large hill near the tip of one of the tribute rivers of the Sellhory. The convoy mainly consisted of 3 large ornate wheelhouses, 1 for each of the Triarch's of Volantis. They were flanked by a 200 slave soldiers all marked with green jade tiger stripes on each cheek, being led by a number of free officers, also accompanied them was sellsword company for extra protection in case they were set upon by a Dothraki Horde. There was a fourth wheelhouse as well less ornate but still magnificent, this housed a particular respected person in Volantis, since coming to the city she had now risen to own three large pleasure houses that were amongst the most popular for the wealthy and highborn of the city. At zero and sixty years of age she still had beauty even after fathering countless bastards, some who remained with her. Others had left to make their own story. She was only coming on this journey at the request of the Triarchs, one of them whom was the father of one of her children.

The Wheelhouses soon slowed down as the hill got steeper and harder going but just as they thought they could go no further, a sound was heard overhead, one that these Volantenes hadn't heard in their lifetime. A large creature flew overhead, almost blotting out the sun letting out a loud roar. Aemond landed Vhagar just ahead of the party, causing it to come to a screeching halt as most had never seen a dragon before, only heard of them.

The three Triarchs were carried from the wheelhouse by more slaves in 3 ornate gold open palanquins as they were not allowed to have their feet touch the ground during the service. Triarchs were elected every year from the noble families of Volantis who could prove unbroken descent from the families of Old Valyria. Since the end of the Century of blood two of the Triarchs had always been from the Elephant faction normally merchants or moneylenders advocating trader and peace, whereas the Tigers of whom only one Triarch was currently a member of, favoured war and conquest.

They came to stop where Aemond now stood, he had dismounted his dragon and walked a just a small distance in from of his mount. "Thank you for travelling so far, but I thought it was best not too many people became aware of where I was. My family is after me, they call me a traitor who broke the king's peace but I tell you I AM NO TRAITOR, I am a Valyrian dragonlord and you owe me your allegiance, as sons and daughters of Valyria." He roared for all to hear.

The older woman came forward to him at that, she had the Targaryen features and Aemond knew immediately whom she was. Sarea Targeryean, the last surviving child of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, her silver hair and pale skin standing out. "I owe you nothing, I did not press my claim when my father lay died, why would I support you now? Why should Volantis support you now and risk its self, I have my own "kingdom", I don't care about you having your own, my own father didn't love me. My own children returned from the Great Council to tell me that he considered me as good as dead."

"I have a dragon, you once wanted a dragon, I know that to be true, you tried to steal one but failed, I succeeded," he cackled, then turning to the Triarchs, "You once reached out to Aegon for help restarting the great Valyrian Empire, well he fought against you and reduced Valyria's first child to a fraction of its power, you should be ruling Essos not being one of the many free cities, your power has been surpassed by the Triarchy of Myr, Tryosh and Lys and by Braavos on it's own. Aegon failed his ancestors, I will not fail you, with your might behind me I can lead you to create the second Valyrian Dynasty."

One of the Triarch's then addressed Aemond, she was an elephant by the name of Nelaera Velgyreon "War has long failed us, diplomacy now keeps us in power and our citizens safe. You have one dragon, a large one but old. How many years until she dies and then what, I know your family have more than one dragon on their side, how do you intend to fight them all if yours dies?"

Saera was the one to answer, "that's why you asked me to come, my children and I have dragon blood? Did you bring dragon eggs?" she questioned quickly, although knowing she was now to old to fly a dragon but her children and their children were not."

"No, I did not have a chance but you and I both know where there are some and I'm not talking about Dragonstone," Aemond answered with a smile on his face as he saw the Triarch member he knew to be a tiger, look very intrigued but the two elephants were not smiling.

"You give us possibility but no guarantee's and we will not bring war to Volantis over possibility's," Nelaera expressed powerfully, and at the signalled for her slaves take her back to her wheelhouse, but as her and the other Elephant Triarch were lifted into the air, they heard one word from Aemond.

"Dracarys!"


After the meeting in Visery's Solar, Daemon had been sort out by Ser Luthor Largent, his man in the Gold Cloaks. "Your grace, I've been given this by one of my loyal men at the gate, I was told to only deliver it to you and it bears the seal of House Martell. They must have known the men in City Watch are loyal to you above anyone else," Ser Luthor told his commander.

Daemon quickly checked, no one was in eavesdropping distance and then broke the seal on the letter, reading its contents. His eyes scanned back and forth widening as he read it, he folded it back up before quickly rushing to Rhaenyra's chambers, and they had to act on this quickly.

Her room was guarded by Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk but they let him pass and he quickly closed and locked the door, finding Rhaenyra in her smallclothes already in bed. Almost grinning, Daemon handed his wife the piece of parchment, "you are going to want to see this!" he told her laughing.

Rhaenyra quickly read through the few lines on the parchment before smiling. Today they had not only gained the Golden tooth but been offered a powerful marriage alliance that would change the course of Westeros. She beckoned Daemon into her embrace, this was worth celebrating.