Roar and Fire
Authors note: I read a review that said I had not mentioned Eddard so I went back and added Eddard in to the list of crimes listed by Tyrion as for Joffrey his time will come please be patient I will try and conclude this story with in at least twelve chapters, I need more reviews thanks to all those who have marked this as their favourite and are following my story, now on to chapter ten.
Chapter Ten
The Red Keep.
It has taken over an hour to reach the Red Keep, once every now and Mormont looked up to see the green Dragon as it flew over the city, he was grateful that the old Maester got to ride a Dragon like his ancestors had over a hundred years before.
Mormont sighed deeply as he finally reached the Red Keep, after much discussion he was allowed an audience with the Small Council, what he had to discuss was best talked about behind closed doors though he figured he would not be believed, after all until five years ago he would not have believed in White Walkers, Dead soldiers, Spiders the size of horses until he had seen the things with his own eyes.
Mormont walked into the Small Council chambers seating around the table was Lord Tywin at the head of the table next to him the King, besides him sat The Queen Regent besides her sat Grand Maester Pycelle next to him sat Lord Varys besides him sat Prince Oberyn at the end of the table sat Lord Tyrion besides him on the opposite side of the table sat Lord Mace Tyrell finale besides him sat a golden haired young man he did know and next to him sat Ser Kevan Lannister.
"Lord Commander Mormont, you wished to speak to the Small Council about something of great importance" Said Tywin, Mormont nodded "Your Graces, My Lords what I have to say you'll not believe but it is true, The White Walkers are real as are the dead and they are all coming" He said for a moment there was silence, then a few started chuckling "What superstitious nonsense!, Northern stories not doubt meant to induce further rebellion!" Sputtered Pycelle with a shake of his head and a clink of his chain.
Mace Tyrell also spluttered as well "I agree a wet nurses tale, nothing more complete nonsense" Said Tyrell his double chin wobbled.
"I don't think so, I've spent almost seven years in the company of the Free Folk they all have tales of the White Walkers and the dead, why leave Westeros and go to Essos if they just wanted to get past the Wall, why put a whole continent between them and the Wall unless they were running from something" Said Lord Tyrion, the Queen Regent laughed "Are they running from Snarks and Grumpkins as well!" She laughed Lord Tyrion looked at her before he looked at Mormont "Why do you say the White Walkers and their soldiers are coming" He asked Mormont let out a sigh that at least one of the people in the chambers believed him.
"This lad has seen them and killed one of the Whites" He said as he indicated to Samwell "A few months ago three of my Rangers went beyond the Wall Ranging, two of them turned up dead over a month later, dead and cold and seeming frozen solid because a Dire Wolf ripped off the hand of one of them yet there was no smell of rot, later that night the two dead men came to my chambers, my squire and steward ran one of them threw with a sword and pinned it to the wall but it kept moving until it pulled the blade out and went to attack us both with it, by that point the second one had gotten in it was only the quick thinking of my squire by throwing a lantern and setting my chambers a blaze that saved both our lives" He said he looked at the Council the young King looked bored the Queen was just smirking at the story Pycelle was shaking his head "Nonsense absolute nonsense" Muttered Pycelle as was Lord Tyrell yet the others were saying nothing.
"How did you kill the White" Asked Tyrion suddenly Samwell blinked "I used Dragon glass My Lord" Mumbled Samwell, Samwell jumped as Joffrey laughed "He killed a White Walker ha, more like he is just making up a story for being a coward, I should have your tongue ripped out for lying to your king!" Shouted Joffrey, Mormont noticed the subtle rise of an eyebrow from Ser Kevan, "He's not lying" Said Tyrion he was looking at his Father "According to many of the texts that I have read over the last few years say that Dragon glass or Obsidian as it's also called can kill or destroy the Whites as can Valerian steel though I'm not sure if the same can be said about the dead though fire seems to a sure way to permanently kill the dead for good as well as cutting them into bits as well" He said he paused before he continued "When ever the Whites are on the move we have long harsh Winters the last long Winter was only a century or so ago, this Summer has lasted six years and according to the Citadel Winter is coming the temperatures are dropping and the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer" Said Tyrion.
Joffrey glared at his little Uncle "A real man does not believe in stupid childish stories only children and little monsters" He scoffed Mormont noticed Ser Kevan's eye brow went a little higher, Tyrion looked at his Nephew "I'd like you to see you say that to a Giant or one of the Free Folk that are out side the city, they all have tales of the Whites and their dead soldiers, and I believe the Lord Commander, why would this Brother of the Nights Watch lie about killing a White or seeing the dead and continue to tell the lie if no one truly believes him there are much better things and more believable things to lie about" Said Tyrion as he continued to look at his Nephew, Mormont could see the King getting flustered at the fact that his Uncle talking to him like he was a mere child and not a King.
"A King does not speak to savages!" Said Joffrey, Tyrion just looked at his Nephew for a long time before he turned and looked at Mormont "Something else happened I believe?" He said for a moment Mormont didn't understand but then he realised what the Lord of the Disputed Lands was talking about he sighed deeply before he spoke he gave a nod.
"Aye a week before my self and my Brother's of the Watch left the North there was an attack at Hardhome, a few of the tribes were still wary of us Southerners they were arguing about going to Essos or going beyond the Wall, when a sudden snow storm rose up it was then they saw the dead coming, the Free Folk had constructed a wooden wall to keep out wild animals, they kept it open as long as they could to allow as many of the people threw as they could before they were forced to bar the gate" He paused before he continued "Every one could hear the people on the other side screaming and the dead screeching, then silence all you could hear was the wind, then we heard axes and other types of blades as well as bodies being pressed and hit ageist the wooden wall, it was then we saw him" Said Mormont with a haunted looked in his grey eyes "On his dead horse the Night King upon a cliff and behind him the other White Walkers, it was then we knew we were about to be over whelmed, we started putting as many people as was possible in to the row boats many started trying to swim towards the waiting ships" Said Mormont as he closed his eyes.
He paused for a moment as he remembered the horror of that day as though it was yesterday.
He opened his eyes and looked at the gathered Lords.
"It was then we heard more screeching, we saw the dead run off the cliff and fall to the ground, soon there was almost a hundred of them in a large pile for a moment they didn't move then they rose, and began running towards the living, we then heard the wooden wall creak as the dead pressed against it, then we saw a White Walker my Squire had gone to get my blade Long Claw, I saw one of the Free Folk attack the Walker, he had a large axe that would cleave any man in two, the Walker had a spear with what looked like a long shard of ice for a blade the axe and spear hit the axe shattered as though it was fragile glass, the spear was then stabbed into the man he died in an instant, my Squire was cornered by the Walker he unsheathed my blade to defend him self the Walker struck but my blade stopped it, I heard a high pitched ring as the spear head and sword hit, the Walker actually looked surprised that the spear was deflected he raised the spear again to strike when my squire strike first I saw the Walker shatter, my blade is Valerian steel" Said Mormont.
The chamber was silent for a few moments before Mormont continued "Then the wooden wall fell the dead came, we had no choice but to run to the one remaining row boats, we could see the Free Folk being slaughtered we rowed out of Hardhome suddenly the dead just stopped at the dock, we all watched as the Night King walk on to the dock calmly as though he was taking a stroll, slowly he raised his arms at first nothing happened then we saw those that had just fallen begin to stir and twitch we saw the dead rise their eyes ice blue, as we rode further out we saw the army that was on the shore line over a hundred thousand strong maybe more" He said.
"This is just a stupid childish story! You just want more men! Well the King does not listen to flights of fancy!" Yelled Joffrey "Be grateful I don't call for your head! Making such demands upon your King!" He screeched loudly the Queen Regent petted his arm "Hush my dear, he's just a foolish old man, who foolishly believes the lies of savages" She cooed to the King, Grand Maester Pycelle nodded "It is obvious that he must have been hallucinating in the vast bleakness of the land beyond the Wall, it does strange things to any man's mind" Said Pycelle with an all knowing nod.
"The problems of the Wall are the concern of the Warden of the North, not this Council" Said Tywin before he stood and left the chambers. Joffrey gave a smug smirked before he strolled out as did the Queen Regent, Grand Maester Pycelle and Lord Mace.
Mormont sighed deeply, "How long before they reach the Wall" Asked Tyrion suddenly Mormont looked at him, he shook his head "Depends My Lord, if they gather more soldiers and which part of the wall they hit, my guess would be ether the Eastwatch-by-the-sea where the Wall meets the sea or the Westwatch-by-the-Bridge where the Wall meets the ice it depends how fast they move and what terrain they have to cover it could be weeks or months" He said as he sat heavily in an empty chair.
Lord Tyrion looked at his Uncle "Do you believe Lord Commander Mormont Uncle?" He asked Ser Kevan frowned before he answered "I'm not saying I believe or disbelieve him Nephew, I'm more concerned about how the people will react, many will not believe it but there are many who will believe and that could very well cause chaos in the city, men will kill for a few coins if it gets them to safety faster, with chaos comes panic and in panic people get killed, I am the Master of Law it is my duty to inforce the law, we simple do not know how the small folk will react to the news, I would though rather have all the information and be prepared and nothing come of it then have no information and the Hell's rain down us and not be prepared at all" Said Kevan, Tyrion smiled at his Uncle he then looked at Prince Oberyn "And you Prince Oberyn?" The Red Viper looked at Mormont "I agree with Ser Kevan I do not say I believe or disbelieve the Lord Commander but I would rather have all the information that is available then not have any information at all and every thing goes to the seven hells" Said Oberyn.
Tyrion gave a nod, he looked back at Mormont "So Lord Commander why don't you and the lad here tells us every thing you know about this enemy beyond the Wall" Said Tyrion he indicated for Samwell to seat down, Samwell looked at Mormont who gave a nod, and the younger man took a seat Tyrion indicated for Mormont to continue his explanation of the new enemy.
He had much to say, as did Samwell, once in awhile they were interrupted with a question before they were asked to continue by the end of it Mormont felt as though the burden of what he knew was finale gone, he looked at those gathered.
"Well I've always wished to go to the Wall" Said Tyrion suddenly, Ser Kevan looked at his Nephew.
"You will go to the Wall?" He asked Tyrion nodded "Yes and my army it sounds like the Nights Watch could use all the help it can get, I'm sure a few Dragons will be most helpful ageist the undead as well as a few more skilled wielders of Valerian steel blades would be most helpful" Said Tyrion.
Ser Kevan gaped at his Nephew, he blinked a few times "The King will not approve nor likely give his permission for you to leave Kings-Landing" Said Kevan, Tyrion gave his Uncle a smile "I don't need my Nephew's permission to leave and I'm not going to ask for it ether" He said Prince Oberyn smirked widely.
Tyrion looked at his Uncle "We will leave with Lord Stark, in a few days I'm sure Lord Mormont wish's to return to the Wall as soon as possible" Said Tyrion, Mormont gave a nod in agreement.
Tyrion's camp out side Kings-Landing
Roz finished mending her man's garment, it still shocked her that she had a man and that he was hers alone, she had left Winter Town not long after King Robert had left to seek her fortune in Kings-Landing, it had been great the first few weeks she earned more in a week then she every had in a month in Winter Town but then it slowly changed she was charged for her bed and board as well as her food, her cosmetics, medicines, her clothes, the days she could not earn any coin for a few days once a month in the end she had ended up owing more money then she earned.
So when Littlefinger was arrested by the Hand of the King she along with many of his whores were more then willing to testify ageist him, all the whores were given a purse of gold and allowed to leave many had simple gone into business on their own where as a few like Roz decided that they wanted a new life so they went to Lord Tyrion's army and sort out a man to protect them.
Roz had soon found a man, he was tall and strong he had been put in charge of a mixed group of Westerosie, Dothraki and Sell Swords all the men were large, strong and rough so they needed some one who was as big as strong and as rough as them.
Her man may not be the handsomest of men but to Roz looks were not every thing she had learned long ago that just because some one was handsome did not mean they a good person.
Roz walked over to the spit, she spread a little oil over the chicken and gave it a turn over the fire, she looked up she smiled as she saw her man, he trudged towards the simple tent they shared, she walked to where the wine was hidden and poured him a tankard full.
She heard him sit heavily on a simple chair his armour creaking as he moved, she walked over to him holding the tankard she gave him a soft smile as she handed it too him, he gave a grunt as he took it she shook her head, he was still unsure how to react to having a woman who didn't need coin to share his bed.
With ease she unbuckled his armour, he gave another grunt as the armour was pulled away and it was set aside he let out a moan as Roz rubbed his sore shoulders, she smiled softly as she sat astride his lap she stroked his scared face tenderly she kissed him softly, he slowly responded to her touch he pulled her closer his large hand cupped her backside pulling her closer, his mouth travelled to her neck his teeth grazed her neck "Your supper will burn" She moaned as her body reacted to his hard cock, her hand itched to go to his breeches and realise what was hidden behind the fabric with a grunt he realised her but one hand held her waist keeping her on his lap.
"We'll be going North soon " He said Roz looked at him she sighed deeply "You could stay here" He offered Roz smiled at him and kissed him softly "No, where you I go, you're my man and I'm your woman, I have nothing to fear up North" She said.
Sandor Clegane looked at the red head who was now sat comfortable on his lap, he knew she had been a whore before but that didn't bother him, all his life the only women that he had ever had were whores, he had never intended to have a woman that he didn't have to pay for yet it had happened quite suddenly, he found he some what enjoyed having a woman in his tent after every day ended he came to his tent to find his supper cooking his few clothes cleaned and mended and his nights were blissful Roz would simple hold and sooth him when the night terrors of the Battle Blackwater came, he only knew a little of her earlier life, he hoped in time she would tell him all her tale.
"When will we be leaving" She asked as she climbed off his lap and went over to his cooking supper she poked the roasted chicken with a fork, she gave a nod satisfied that bird was thoughly cooked she began to cut off a thick thigh and wing and placed them in a metal plate.
Roz walked back over to him, Clegane took the offered plate he gave a nod of thanks before he tore in to the flesh while Roz refilled his tankard, she sat it down next to him before she went back over to the chicken and cut her self some chicken.
"We leave in a few days, same time as the Starks" He finely answered between bites of his chicken Roz nodded as she ate her own chicken "I'll get some furs it'll be cold with Winter so close" She as sipped her own wine Clegane gave a nod "You need coin?" He asked Roz smiled at him and shook her head "You always give me plenty" She said softly as she reached over and squeezed his large hand.
Both looked up as a green Dragon flew over head "I'll never get used to those fucking things" He grumbled as the Dragon landed in the centre of the camp.
Daenerys watched as Rhaegar landed, she raised an eye brow as she spotted two figures in black on his back.
She watched as Rhaegar lowered his wing to allow the two men off his back, it was then that Daenerys noticed that one of the men was an elderly man who was being helped by a much younger man.
Daenerys called to a servant to fetch a comfortable chair for the old man, she waited for the two men to walk over to her she noticed that the old man had tears running down cheeks.
The younger man gave a bow of his head "Your Highness" He said she smiled softly at him "Welcome to our camp Jon Snow" She said she smiled as he gaped at her in shock, a servant walked over carrying a padded chair "Please Uncle be seated" Said Daenerys as she led him towards the chair he smiled softly at her "Thank you Niece" He said as he was led towards the chair he sighed in comfort as he settled in to the chair a soft blanket was placed over his lap to help keep out the evening chill.
Jon could only stare in shock, Daenerys looked at him "My husband has the greatest network of eyes and ears in the known world, I think my husband knows more about you then you do your self" She said softly as she handed Maester Aemon some spiced wine he smiled and took the wine "Your Highness?" He asked Daenerys smiled at the confused look on his face "My husband discovered who your Mother was" She said softly Jon blinked as she walked over to a lock box she pressed the middle of the box and a hidden compartment popped open.
Daenerys pulled out a few sheets of parchment, she looked at Jon and handed him one of the sheets, he took it and read it his dark eyes went wide at what he read he stumbled back and fell in to a chair that had been placed behind him.
He looked back at the parchment his mouth moved up and down in shock "This is a birth certificate" He gasped in shock "It says my Mother was, was..." He couldn't finish he was too shocked "Your Mother was Lyanna Stark of House Stark and your Father was my Brother Rhaegar Targaryen of House Targaryen" Said Daenerys .
Jon stared at the parchment, he blinked as a second parchment was handed to him, he eyes went over the parchment his eyes went impossibly wider "And you are not a bastard, my Brother married your Mother in Dorne" She said softly.
An hour later the children entered the tent they greeted their great, great grand Uncle as well as their recently discovered cousin who was currently sitting in a chair in deep shock a cup of strong wine in his hand.
Daenerys spoke to her great grand Uncle after he had touched her face then placed a wrinkled hand on to her swollen belly a happy smile on his well lined face.
After a short while Jon drank his wine and stood up "I have to speak to Robb" He said Daenerys looked at him and smiled "Of course, I'm sure there is much to discuss you are more the welcomed the join us for the evening meal my husband will be joining us, he may be able to answer a few of your questions" She said Jon looked down at the parchment Daenerys smiled at him "Take them and show them to him they are copy's of the originals which are quite safe in our palace in Pentos" She told him.
Jon bowed his head "Thank you your Highness, I mean Aunt?" He said Daenerys smiled at him and gave a nod "You are most welcome Nephew" She said softly before she walked over to him and gave him a warm hug.
Maester Aemon smiled as he listened to the movement of fabric as Niece and Nephew hugged, off to the side his two other relations sat at a table eating a light supper it warmed his old heart to have a little bit of his family back in his finale years, with a soft smile he wiggled deeper into the chair and closed his eyes to have a nap as he slept he dreamt of his long dead Brothers and Uncles.
Jon left the tent, tucked into his pouch lay the documents that proved that not only was he not Eddard Starks son but also the fact he was not a bastard, he had to admit he was going to take a little pleasure in the fact that all those years of cold states from Lady Catelyn were completely unfounded.
He began to walk towards the Northerners camp when he heard a roar he turned and saw the green Dragon who Daenerys informed him was in fact named after his Father Rhaegar.
Rhaegar looked at him before he lowered his wing, Jon smiled he honestly could not think of a better way to come to see Robb.
Robb stark sat in his tent, soon they would be heading home, his Lady wife had ingratiated herself into the hearts of the proud Northern Lords.
He was still not sure how his Mother felt about Margaery, he knew his Sister Sansa was completely taken with her Sister in law who had taken her under her wing and was teaching Sansa the politics of the South.
Arya had changed, he wasn't sure how he felt about Arya hanging around with a Blacksmith who was around the same age as himself, his baby sister was completely smitten by the muscular Blacksmith though she would never admit it out loudly of course.
His Mother of course was horrified that Arya had been in Essos with this commoner and had killed with the very thin blade given to her by Jon, Catelyn was in despair as her youngest Daughter continued to wear clothes more suited to a boy and came back to their tent in the evening covered in soot from helping her Blacksmith at his foundry in Lord Tyrion's camp during the day.
It also didn't help that what little table manners Arya had, had were truly forgotten she used her hands and drank quite strong ales like any man.
Robb shook his head, he jumped when he heard a loud thump he stood and stepped out side his tent, his eyes went wide as he saw standing in front of the tent stood one of Lord Tyrion's Dragon's.
"Hello Robb!" Called a voice Robb looked up he gasped seating on top of the Dragon sat his half Brother Jon Snow.
Robb stared in shock as the Dragon lowered it's wings to allow Jon to climb down, Robb blinked as Jon pattered the Dragon large nose a few times once he was on the ground.
Lady Catelyn could only stare at the sight of the large shadow that was out side the tent, she could hear Robb talking to some one, Arya was helping him self to some sausages much to Catelyn dismay Arya was cutting the sausage with a simple dagger she then dipped it in a source a few seconds later Robb walked on followed by Jon Snow.
Arya saw him, she jumped up and threw her self at Jon and hugged him tightly.
Catelyn frowned at the sight of her husband's bastard, she still saw him as a threat to her children she wanted to know why he was here and not freezing up at the Wall.
"I have something to show you" Said Jon as he realised Arya who was grinning up at her Brother, he reached into his pouch he pulled out parchments and handed them to Robb "These are just copy's but the originals are in Pentos" He said.
Catelyn frowned not liking the idea of Jon handing any kind of secret message to Robb, she feared that maybe Ned had legitimised Jon, Robb unfolded the parchments and read one of them, his eyes went wide he looked at the other parchment his eyes went wider he stumbled in to a chair he sat heavily.
An hour later Catelyn made her way to Lord Tyrion's tent, she had to taking of him she was very confused, a Squire announcement her and escorted into the tent.
She found Lord Tyrion seating in a comfortable chair a thick tome in his hands "Ah Lady Catelyn I see your husband's Nephew has revealed the truth" He asked Catelyn sighed deeply "Why didn't Ned tell me!" She demanded Tyrion frowned at her "And you not treating Jon with kindness over the last 18 years is excusable if you had known, I would have thought as a Mother it would be easy for you to care for a Motherless child" He said his voice harsh "Jon had and has no claim at all, he had three legitimate Brothers ahead of him and then two legitimate Sisters after them he was never a threat, yet you always treated him coldly for the supposed crime of his Father" He said Catelyn bowed her head in shame knowing she should have been kinder to Jon "I have no excuse, I just felt so threatened, I don't even know why I felt so angry towards him" She said Tyrion smiled at her "I think when you get back to Winterfell, if you still have them re-read the letters you received from Littlefinger, it may explain your anger towards Jon" Said Tyrion.
The Red Keep a few days later.
King Joffrey glared at his little Uncle, he wanted to order him to remain out side his city, yet he knew that he had no authority over the vast Essos army and they would not obey him, what was even more annoying was the fact that his other Uncle had been realised from his vows to the King's Guard so that he could be his Grandfather could have his heir, for some reason his Mother had tried to convince him that his Uncle's Jaime's place was protecting him.
After a very silent threat from his smallest Uncle and Joffrey was wishing him a safe journey.
Meanwhile Cersei fumed with rage, Jaime had at some point gone to Father and had agreed to be his heir of Casterly Rock, she had pleaded with him not to leave her alone, she tried to use her feminine wiles to bring him back to her but he had refused, he pointed out that she had no trouble finding some one to share her bed after all she had dragged their cousin Lancel into her bed once he was gone, as well as bedding all three of the Kettleblack Brothers at a later date as well as a few others, she had shed a few tears telling him that she was so lonely after he's captured that she had not been in her right mind.
She had even tried to hint that maybe she had been raped but he just looked at her not believing her, the Kettleblack's may not be the smartest of men but they weren't that stupid as to rape the Mother of the King though he wouldn't put it past any one of the Brothers to rape a woman.
Cersei refused to beg some she was the Queen, she promised Jaime that she would get rid of all her supposed lovers but he was not seated with a bow he turned and left Cersei screamed out rage.
She refused to attend the court she feigned sickness, she sipped her wine, there was a knock "Come!" She shouted the door opened to reveal Ser Osfryd Kettleblack her green eyes roamed over the tall knight she licked her lips he may not be Jaime but there was something about the Kettleblack Brothers that excited her.
The knight seemed to know what she wanted he smirked as he bolted the door and made his way over to her.
"You assume much Ser!" She said as he roughly pulled her up his gauntleted hand grabbed her backside and pressed her ageist him, her hand went to his breeches and tugged at the laces.
Ser Osfryd smirked down at her, as he pushed her on to her bed, he knew what she wanted he took hold of her fine gown in one swift move ripped open her gown and tore away her small clothes, his dark eyes grazed over Cersei's now naked body he smirked as she took hold of his swollen cock, he took hold of her hand and removed it and pinned it above her head along with the other both now held in his large hand, she hissed and struggled under him letting him know what she wanted, his thigh pushed open her thighs then with out any warning he thrust into her, Cersei hissed her green eyes flashed with lust "Harder!" She hissed Ser Osfryd smirked he was not the sort of man who disobeyed his Queen and gave her what she demanded.
After Ser Osfryd left Cersei lay in her bed she had to get Jaime back, he was hers no one else's, she had needs, needs that Jaime was not always available for, she climbed out of her bed not even bothering to cover up a smirk threatened to spread across her face as long as Jaime didn't know who shared her bed she could keep all three Kettleblack Brothers she knew how to keep them interested and out of the three Brothers Ser Osfryd was her favourite he was the only one other then Jaime who could make her grateful that she was woman.
She decided she would give him a month or so then she would get him to come back on some pretence, and she knew he would come crawling back, she poured her self some wine.
She had been patient for nearly twenty years, she could wait a few more years her son was King, her Father can't live for ever she smirked maybe even he could be encouraged to die sooner rather then later, she sipped her wine, the only problem that she could see was the little monster but hopefully he would be far away or even back among the savages in Essos where he belonged along with that whore of his as well as those fire breathing beasts of his and his two things that were his children, Cersei was not truly convinced that her Brother was their Father more likely they were their Cousin Daven's bastards, ether way Cersei saw them as a threat to her children they had more of a claim then her children but first she would get Jaime back to her then she would deal with the threats to her children as well as the threat to her power.
Done I wanted to get this out before the next episode it's a little shorter the normal, I wasn't sure if Cersei had slept with Osfryd Kettleblack let alone his Brothers but I thought why not.
In chapter eleven Tyrion, his army, the Starks and the men of the Nights Watch leave for the North.
I have started another story that has been inspired by a number of time travel stories, I'm not sure if I'll start realising it during this week or when I've finished Roar and Fire not sure yet.
I've also had an idea for a Game of Thrones cross over with Stargate Atlantis I'm just trying to figure out when during the series it shall take place any ideas, any way please review need more feed back!.