"John!"

"Hello, Rose," John smiled. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," Briar Rose blushed. She was wearing a pink off-the-shoulder dress, her long silver-blonde hair with curls at the end were more beautiful than any celebrity could pull off. "And you look very handsome."

"Oh, it's nothing really," John blushed wearing a modest tuxedo. "Shall we?"

"We shall," Briar Rose nodded. John opened the taxi door for her and helped her inside. "So where are we going tonight, John? I'm going crazy just thinking about it."

"You'll see when we get there," John smiled.

"Ah, Mr. Holmes," Tyrion Lannister spoke spotting Sherlock entering Windsor Castle by himself. Only members of the Lannister family and other servants and maids were there getting ready for the party. "So good of you to make it. I'm afraid Ella is busy putting the final touches on this beautiful party. Wine?"

"No thank you-"

"Oh, I insist! Podrick, get Mr. Holmes a full cup of wine." A young teenager with black hair came rushing to Sherlock and handed him a cup of wine.

"Thank you, Podrick," Sherlock thanked emotionless and held the wine cup.

"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock turned to see Tywin Lannister walking his way holding his weight on a cane. The man still looked proud and strong, refusing help from anyone. Walking behind him was Robert Baratheon and Belle. Belle was wearing a golden yellow off-the-shoulder ball gown, long golden yellow opera gloves, and matching pumps. She looked absolutely stunning, and Sherlock couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of her. "I've received news that you and Dr. Watson have found out the man who tried to have me killed. This is a small token of my gratitude." Tywin Lannister handed Sherlock a check for 300,000 dollars. "You will receive more if you bring Jorah Mormont to me alive."

"What will you do with him when I bring him to you?"

"Walk with me, Mr. Holmes." Tywin gave a look to Robert and Belle to not follow. He and Sherlock walked side-by-side out to the beautiful garden in the courtyard. They sat by the water fountain silently. "Do you value your life, Mr. Holmes?" Sherlock looked at Tywin, a bit taken aback by his question.

"Lately, yes."

"Then I suggest you stay away as far as you can from this whole mess." Anger grew on Tywin Lannister's face, a sort of darkness that was slowly killing him everyday. "I've tried keeping Ella away from family business, and so has her father. To a certain degree, we succeeded. How much do you care for my granddaughter?"

"...she has my utmost interest."

Tywin scoffed at Sherlock's answer, and Sherlock just sat there. "Brutally honest. I've heard stories about, Mr. Holmes. Highly functioning sociopath they call you."

"So I call myself too."

"Do you know what makes a marriage work?"

"I'm afraid I do not."

"A marriage works when a man finds a woman who is just as troubled as he is."

"Ella is a troubled girl?"

"As much as you." Tywin and Sherlock exchanged looks, and Sherlock couldn't tell whether the man wanted Sherlock to stay away from Ella or to continue seeing Ella.

"Sir Lannister," a servant came out and ran to Tywin, "the Starks have arrived."

"Go," he commanded to the servant. The servant ran back into the castle and Tywin stood up wobbling. Without another word, he stepped into the castle leaving Sherlock sitting at the water fountain. He took a deep breath and entered the castle. He saw Tywin speaking with Eddard and Catelyn Stark, watching their children disperse to leave adults be.

Ariel immediately spotted Sherlock, and he was surprised at her attire. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder pink-and-white gown with a gray brim on her neckline, shoulder sleeves that each has long diamond-shaped designs on both sides attached to long sleeves, peplum, white underskirt, silver barrettes on her hair, and white pearl earrings. She looked stunning, compared to how she usually looked at the precinct. He was truly stunned at how beautiful Ariel looked and she smiled shyly seeing his reaction. "Good evening, Mr. Holmes," she spoke in a modest manner.

"Good evening, Miss Stark."

"Oh please, you can call me Ariel," she giggled.

"I believe I'll get my head chopped off here if I do, Miss Stark." Sherlock saw Robb and Jon watching them as if watching for his next move. Ariel looked to where Sherlock was watching, and she grunted.

"Don't mind them. They're just being brothers. Oh, look! There's Ella!" Sherlock looked to where Ariel was pointing, and his eyes widened at the magnificent beauty. Ella was in a sparkling silver ball gown with a low-cut neckline, long cap sleeves, a white petticoat underneath, and silver pumps. Her hair was up in a French twist. Everyone's eyes were on Ella, and Sherlock watched her walk up to him with a radiant smile. He was stunned that this beauty was walking to him with such a beautiful smile.

"Sherlock, I'm glad you made it," Ella greeted. "Oh, Ariel. You are so beautiful as always."

"Look at you, Ella. Magnificent as always." The two held each others hands, happy to see one another. "Let's find the kids! They'll be so happy to see you."

"I wish I could but I need to be with my grandfather right now. But I will see them before they leave for the night."

"It was good seeing you again, Ella. I'll see you soon?"

"Yes, you will," Ella nodded. She walked away with Sherlock linking arms with him. Just like the Russian ballet night, everyone was staring. "I hope you're used to this, Sherlock." Deep inside, he knew he wasn't. Never were so many eyes on him before, and it was a little intimidating at first. But he was putting on a good cover. Ella and Sherlock found Tywin Lannister speaking with Olenna Tyrell. "Oh, oh, we must leave them be. Politics."

Ella led Sherlock back out to the main lobby of the castle when she heard arguing outside the entrance. Ella ran to the problem, and Sherlock followed behind. She saw John there with Briar Rose, and he was arguing with the guard that wouldn't let him through because of her. "Sir Lorus Tyrell, what do you think you are doing?" Ella asked with cooled anger in her tone.

"I won't allow Targaryens in."

"She's not a Targaryen," John said angrily. "That's what I've been trying to tell him. Her name is Briar Rose." John looked at Briar Rose, she looked up at Ella, and Ella looked right back at Briar Rose. Ella gave a faint nod, and Briar Rose looked at John.

"I am Aurora Targaryen, daughter of Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen." John looked speechless, and his mouth was open to say something but nothing could be said.

"Sir Tyrell, I will allow the entrance of Aurora Targaryen," Ella spoke up. Aurora was surprised that Ella was allowing her entry to the party.

"But m'lady-"

"On one condition," she interrupted him for interrupting her. He stood quiet. "You will hand Jorah Mormont to us."

"Jorah Mormont? He's in exile."

"Yes, I know. You will swear on your House that you will hand Jorah Mormont to us, and I will allow you entry."

"Ella, are you being serious right now?" John asked. He couldn't believe what Ella was saying. Aurora put her hand on John's arm, saying to stay out of it.

"I haven't seen Jorah Mormont since the day he was exiled."

"And the same goes for your mother and father?"

"I cannot speak on their behalf."

"Then you will swear on your House and to me that if your parents know his whereabouts, that they will give him to the Lannisters on a silver platter unharmed."

Aurora looked at John and he said, "We don't have to go. We can go somewhere else."

"Or," Ella said stepping forward so that she could speak quieter, "we will find him ourselves and then I can't so much guarantee him being unharmed. Which way will you have it, Targaryen?"

"A Lannister offering a Targaryen a choice?" Aurora asked trying to look strong against Ella's unfaltering presence.

"It's your choice whether to guarantee Jorah Mormont's well-being. You can't protect him anymore."

Aurora was intimidated by Ella's stronghold aura. "Let's go, John. We're not wanted here." Sherlock stepped forward to stop Aurora and John heading back to their taxi, but Ella stopped him. Ella, Sherlock, and Loras watched them being driven away.

"Lannisters don't compromise," Ella answered Sherlock's unspoken question. He was actually surprised that she knew what he was going to ask, wondering if it was written all over his face. Ella and Sherlock stepped back into the castle and it was time for Tywin Lannister to take his stand. Everyone cheered and clapped for the man, and he put his hand up to tell everyone to be quiet. The applause quieted down and he looked out at the crowd.

"Thank you all for joining me on my 67th birthday. I want to congratulate the new Prime Minister Robert Baratheon." Everyone cheered. "To my children, and their children. Ella, headstrong and independent. The child who taught me many things in life." Tywin had to pause for a moment because he didn't want to show too much emotions at such a public event. "May you all thrive. Hear me roar."

"Hear me roar!" Everyone shouted the motto of the House and drank to it. For the first half of the night, Ella didn't leave her grandfather's side as she greeted everyone who wished her grandfather a happy birthday. She was friendly with everyone, something completely opposite of Tywin Lannister. Yet they both commanded respect, and never once did they have to approach someone. Somebody always approached them, and Ella and Tywin fought through the night together.

"I am going to take a rest from this circus party," Tywin spoke trying to stay strong. "You go and enjoy the rest of the night."

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Ella asked linking arms with her grandfather.

"Go ahead, Ella." She smiled and kissed her grandfather goodnight. She watched him retire for the night, and she went to look for Sherlock. She tried looking for him for a while, and she groaned to herself seeing Robb and Talisa with their other friends.

"Excuse me," Sherlock said standing behind Ella. He held her hand and she turned around with a gasp. He smirked and kissed the back of her hand, and she smiled shyly. "May I ask you for this dance, Miss Lannister?"

"Yes, you may," Ella smiled and gave a light curtsey. They walked hand-in-hand to the dance floor and they waltzed together. Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off of Ella's jasmine green eyes, and she couldn't take her eyes off of Sherlock's icy blue eyes. They were lost in each other's gaze that they didn't realize everyone else's stare on them.

They mutually stopped waltzing and left the dance floor hand-in-hand, still not leaving each other's gaze. They walked out to the garden to be left alone and they sat by the water fountain, hand in hand. "Sherlock," Ella quietly said.

"Yes?"

"Are you...happy being with me?"

"Yes, I am," he confessed leaning to Ella. She smiled and leaned to Sherlock, the two face-to-face. "Are you happy with me?"

"I am," Ella smiled.

"But..." Sherlock could see something in Ella's face that bothered her.

"It's...it's not going to be easy."

"Good. I won't be bored anymore."

"It's going to be dangerous."

"I live for a challenge."

"Sherlock..."

"Ella, I know and understand what you're going to say to me," Sherlock said leaning closer to reassure Ella. "The war between the Houses is dangerous play. I understand the dangers that come entering the game." Ella looked into Sherlock's eyes and could see that he really was no ordinary man. He truly did have the intellect of a mad genius. Sherlock leaned in closer, still hand-in-hand with Ella. They both leaned into one another when Belle came running out shouting Ella's name. Ella couldn't believe her first-to-be kiss with Sherlock was ruined again, but she could hear the panic in Belle's voice.

Ella stood up and Sherlock sighed, upset that the kiss was ruined again especially at such a kodak moment. "Ella, grandfather needs to talk to you. Now." Belle grabbed Ella's hand and led Ella up to Tywin Lannister's guest bedroom. There was Tywin and Belle left the room.

"Is something wrong, grandfather?"

"Daenerys Targaryen left me a message. She wants to meet with you and I."

"About what?"

"I suppose you'd know, considering you had a little chat with the little Targaryen girl at the entrance to the castle."

"I was just talking about how I'd let her enter the castle if she gives us Jorah Mormont."

"Yes, I know. Sir Loras Tyrell told me. But that's not why I brought you here. The Targaryen is handing us Jorah Mormont under one condition."

"What is it?"

"She says she'll tell us when we meet."

"Will you meet with her?"

"What do you suggest?"

"...yes, you should meet with her. Show the Targaryen that no bullet can take down a lion." Tywin smirked at his granddaughter, and Ella just had her head held up high.