-Warning: The Valyrian in this chapter was taken from a translator on google. The translations will be included.

Chapter Six:
298AC
Dragonstone

Visenya Targaryen stepped foot on Dragonstone for the first time in fifteen years and signed in happiness. Arthur, Daario and Lillian were with her. They had decided someone needed to find out who the people of Dragonstone supported before they claimed it. So, she decided to go because the people might remember her and Lillian followed because it would look strange with one woman and two heavily armored men. They entered the village outside the keep and walked through it. No one suspected anything of two women walking through the market with her friends.

Visenya was looking at jewellery when she saw her. A women with heavy dark hair and a blood red choker at her throat. She spun to the one of the men standing around her, "What game is Stannis playing that he lets a red priestess of all things stand on this island and preach her vile faith?" she hissed. "Stannis doesn't give a bloody fuck, traitor that he is. He follows her now," one of the commoners who had heard her spoke as he spat angrily at the ground. "Aye," another man agreed, "Gone to the dogs this place has, ever since good Queen Rhaella passed birthing her daughter."

Visenya felt glee fill her, "I take it none of you are pleased having a Baratheon ruling the island then."

"Se skoros iksis ziry naejot ao pār? iksi mirre pazavor naejot se zaldrīzoti kesīr," one of the men surprised her by speaking High Valyrian. He was dressed well and of the classic valyrian features, she was sure they were related somehow. A crowd had gathered around them now and Visenya smiled slightly at the man, "Ñuha kepa's qogron ēza udrāzmi bisa tēgembōñ syt naenie jēdri," she replied proudly, causing gasps and wide eyes from all around her as people took a closer look, many whispering in awe or had tears in her eyes, while other noticed or recognized Ser Arthur.

"And..." the man swallowed, "Who is your father? What is your name?"

Arthur looked around seeing the hope and happiness of the peoples faces. He then realized how much the Rebellion had cost the realm. This was Visenya's home, these were her people, a people the Targaryen's were forced to abandon. "Āerȳs iksin ñuha kepa, iksan visenya hen Targārien Lentor se eman māzigon naejot gūrogon arlī ñuha lenton," she announced to the crowd who now recognized her as Princess Daella.

Translations: the man- And what is it to you then? We are all loyal to the dragons here.
Visenya-My father's line has ruled this island for many years.
Visenya-Aerys was my father, I am Visenya of House Targaryen and I have come to take back my home.

"Welcome home my queen," the dragon seed said as he bowed low many following his lead. Visenya smiled, "Please stand, it is nice to be welcomed home," she said to him. The man straightened, "I am Daemon Waters, I am the harbor master of Dragonstone," he said slyly. A truly devious plan entered Visenya's mind and she leaned in closer, "How would you like to help the Targaryen's return home?" she whispered to him. His lilac eyes widened and he nodded his head enthusiastically. Visenya leaned until her lips touched his ear, "Tonight after dark I need you to allow my ships into Dragonstone. My army is thirty-thousand strong. Ñuhor līr gūrēnna isse Perzys Ānogār," she whispered before pulling away quickly.

Translation: Visenya- I will take what is mine in Fire and Blood

Baratheon soldiers had come running to see what the problem was, two men headed them off as Arthur grabbed Visenya pulling her away. The last Daemon seen was her watching with glee and then vanishing from sight with the three others who had been with her. He was filled with determination, he knew the Targaryen's were strong again and it was time for them to be welcomed home. He gathered the three men who had been standing with him when she had begun to question them and explained what she had said to him. They were in agreement to allow them into the harbor that night.

Later that night Daemon opened the gate to allow passage and he watched with pleasure and pride as the three headed dragon ships entered the gate. He could see the dark head of Visenya on the bow of the ship, three white cloaks stood behind her, two young women and a man stood to her right, Arthur stood to her left and many people covered the port and starboard. There had to be hundreds of people on one ship to transport thirty-thousand men and horses.

Visenya arrived at the pier, she was dressed in her black leather armor with ruby encrusted three headed dragon across the front. A sword was strapped to her back, a dagger at her waist, another one strapped to her thigh and following behind her was a white and purple dragon almost big enough to be ridden. Daemon stopped and stood there stunned as he looked at his queen and her dragon. Visenya looked at him and smiled, "His name is Valyrian and he is the King of Dragons," she said as he stopped next to her. The dragon was beautiful and on all fours was almost the same height as her.

He bowed low to the dragon and was stunned when a nose pressed to his forehead before he pulled away and snorted at him, it was like it was saying that Daemon was acceptable to him. Daemon laughed slightly hysterically as he stood up straight. He watched as the others moved off the ship and he almost swallowed his tongue when he saw the blonde haired girl with a black and red dragon following her move to stand beside Visenya. He felt like he was looking at a young Queen Rhaella. Visenya noticed the look and smiled, "Daemon, my sister Daenerys Stormborn Princess of House Targaryen," she introduced him.

Daemon bowed to her, "Princess Daenerys, welcome home," he murmured to her.
They moved off the pier and waited silently. Daemon watching as thousands of men silently climbed from the ships and onto the island. He didn't recognize any but knew they were from Essos. Many were darker skinned like the dornish but they all carried themselves differently. As he was watching Visenya talk to a few men, no doubt giving orders, one of his men came delivering a message to him.

"You grace," he called out when he finished. Visenya moved over to him as the man left hurrying away. Visenya looked at him expectantly, "Stannis and his red priestess are having a bon fire, they are going to burn Edric Storm, Robert Baratheon's bastard son alive," he explained. Fire seemed to burn in her eyes, "Where?" she hissed. He shuddered at the anger, hate and malice in her voice, "In the courtyard by the keep," he explained. Visenya hissed before turning to and barking in Dothraki to begin moving.

The fifteen thousand men, a mixture between Unsullied and Dothraki begin mounting horses or putting their helmets one as they begin moving. Ser Gerald and Ser Oswell took the lead, Visenya kept behind a host of a hundred soldier, with Jace and Ser Arthur. Dany and Roslin staying behind with the other fifteen thousand men and ships. Ser Loras, Theon and Asha Greyjoy follow behind her all feeling nervous. Valyrian and Moonfyre were the only dragons accompanying them, the others left on the ships are they were growing slower than Valyrian and Moonfyre had. Anger and disgust pulsed around Visenya as the moved through the town towards the keep.

Ser Oswell and Ser Gerald stopped at the gate that streched into a wall forming a circle around the keep. The two stone dragons on either side of the door looking imposingly down on them and Visenya had to hide her flinch from the last time she saw them. Her naneth had died here. She nodded and two Unsullied stepped forward and pushed the doors open. They gave way with a heavy groan and everyone was instantly moving into the courtyard.

Silence had fallen as over a hundred men moved into the yard before stopping and facing the door. Visenya moved through the door, stalking like an avenging Queen as she entered past the wall and swept the area with her eyes. A pile of wood was waiting to be burned and she was surprised to see not one but two children tied to the wood. A boy who looked like a Baratheon and a little girl who had greyscale covering the left side of her face. Fury pulsed through Visenya as more men followed her though the wall.

She spun to face her stunned cousin Stannis, "Have you gone out of your mind cousin?" she roared at him as she stalked through the crowd. They parted like the red sea however when they saw Valyrian following after her. No one had seen a dragon in living memory and here was one following after a beautiful woman who seemed to pulse with power. Stannis stumbled away from the pyre at the sound of her voice. He remembered the anger of his older cousin and now couldn't help his flinch as purple burning eyes glared at him. Melisandri stepped forward to reach for the dragon, knowing her god would protect her. A sword stopped her and she spun to see a dark skinned man with purple eyes looking at her, "Touch him and die," he hissed keeping his sword at her.

Visenya stopped by the pyre and her face softened at the frightened face of the little girl. She stepped forward onto the wood and let them see her hands as she reached for her dagger. The boy flinched when he saw her grab it but relaxed when she began to cut him loose. The girl began to cry, "It's alright. I won't hurt you. What's your name?" Visenya talked softly and quietly so not to frighten the girl anymore as she cut through her bindings. It had fallen silent in the courtyard, no one believing what they were seeing, where the locals inwardly released signs of relief.

The little girl looked up at the purple eyed women and sniffled, "Shireen Baratheon," she said quietly as the bonds broke. Visenya instantly wrapped her in a hug, Shireen clinging to her and then she spun to face Stannis, "Your own daughter?" she roared at him angrily and Shireen fell apart in her arms. "People call my father my father the Mad King, your about to burn your own daughter alive, what does that make you?" she hissed. Realization was now coming across his face and horror filled him. Visenya shook her head in disgust and crouched down to Shireen's height.

She slowly stroked her thumbs under her cheeks, whiping away her tears. Shireen flinched as her fingers touched the greyscale and she expected the woman to back away in disgust the way everyone else had. But she didn't, Shireen was surprised to feel those fingers continuing to wipe her tears away. She calmed down and looked at the woman, "Who are you?" she whispered slightly afraid and confused. Visenya grinned, "I'm Visenya. Did you know that your my cousin?" she whispered back. Shireen smiled slightly, "Your so pretty," she said touching her face sadly. Visenya took her hand and squeezed it, "So are you little one," she whispered. Shireen shook her head in shame, "The greyscale makes me ugly," she said bitterly making her father flinch. Visenya smiled, "You are beautiful now as you will be when it's no longer there," she said turning to Arthur.

He smiled and handed her a small vial and little tin of paste. She accepted them and then smiled at Shireen, "You see these, they are magic," she whispered opening the tin. Shireen giggled, "What kind of magic?" she wondered glancing at the smelly green paste. Visenya smiled, "While, if I rub this paste on you greyscale, you drink the vial and go to sleep. There will be no greyscale when you wake up tomorrow," she explained spreading the paste on Shireen's face. Her nose twitched as the smell and she held still, "It feels warm," she whispered. Visenya nodded, "That means its working little one," she said as she finished putting the paste on her face. Shireen nodded as she was handed the vial. It had looked small in Visenya's hand but it looked huge in her own and she was nervous about taking it.

Visenya smiled slightly, "It's okay, it won't hurt you. But it taste nasty, best to swallow it really fast," she explained softly. Shireen nodded nervously before pulling out the cork, she took a deep breath and then downed the vial in one go. When she had swallowed, the vial slipped through her fingers and her head spun. She fell asleep before she was even aware of what was happening. Visenya caught her gently and handed her to Daario, who knew he was to keep a close eye on her. Visenya then turned to Edric, "Are you alright?" she asked. He nodded, "Thank you," he whispered. He had known who she was the moment she had stepped into the courtyard and the dragon banners followed her. Arthur put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed assuring before moving him over to Daario.

Visenya then spun to face Stannis who was looking at his daughter in shock. He didn't even realize his men were surrounded and the fight was over before it even began. Anger poured off of her as she looked to the Unsullied, "Tie the priestess to the pyre. The god R'hllor is not welcome on Dragonstone," she ordered. Melisandri didn't have time to moved before two men had a hold of her and forcefully bound her to the pole Visenya had just released Shireen and Edric from. Melisandri was now feeling fear as she watched the purple eyed woman, who turned back to Stannis.

"Lord Stannis and Lady Selyse Baratheon are under arrest for the attempted murder of Shireen Baratheon and Edric Storm, and the destruction done to Dragonstone while in your care, take them," she ordered as her people fell on the Baratheon's before fighting could break out. Stannis walked to his cell as though he was in a dream, while Selyse was knocked out and then locked in the dungeon. Visenya hadn't moved from her stop and watching impassively as they were dragged away. The she turned back to Melisandri who now looked frightened as the two dragons circled her.
"I will not have you vile faith spread in my home. Goodbye Melisandri," she said before taking a step back. For a moment Melisandri thought she would live, but then she noticed the dragons had circled her, one in the front, one at her back. Dread filled her and she screamed when Visenya ordered them to kill her.

"Dracarys."

Dragon fire was the last thing Melisandri seen before darkness claimed her. As her body burned to locals who had been forced to listen to her cheered and began to celebrate. The Targaryen's had finally come home. Visenya knew she still had alot of work to do, but she knew with her friends and family, things were looking up.

That night they returned to the ships and some of the soldiers stayed on the beach. Visenya sprawled across her bed and laughed with triumph and filled with victory, Dragonstone was theirs. This must have been what her ancestors felt when the conquered the Seven Kingdoms, she thought. The dragons had been released from the ships and were now flying around but staying close to the encampment.

As everyone slept they had no idea of what was to come. Robb Stark woke in the middle of the night, looking over to his sleeping wife before looking to Grey Wind who was already watching him. They both knew something had happened that would soon change everything.

Oberyn Martell woke from a dream of his purple eyed beauty and couldn't help the shiver that ran through him. Something inside him said Visenya was close by and they would meet again soon. A thrill ran threw his body and his cock hardened painfully. He groaned before rolling over and burrying his head in his pillow. He wanted his wife.

Shireen Baratheon slept through the night as the paste and dragon blood did its job. A dark grey dragon with deep blue accents and golden eyes watched over her through the night and Shireen had no nightmares of being burned alive. When she would wake the next morning she would be a totally different little girl.

Sarella Sand arrived on Dragonstone to see around four hundred ships in the harbor and soldiers making camp on the beach. She seen the three headed dragon banners flapping in the wind and she knew her naneth was somewhere down there. She decided to bunk down for the night and wait till morning to approach. She couldn't help the longing that filled her to just go down and find her naneth.

Jace sat in his room, Roslin was with him still and they just stared at each other in silence. They both knew that soon everything would change, especially between them. Now that they had Dragonstone, Visenya would expect them to wed. Jace wanted to and had wanted to since three moons after they first met but Roslin was nervous to be intimate with a man. Finally Roslin stood gathering her courage and offered her hand to Jace, who looked at her questioningly. She smiled, "We're going to be married soon. We can sleep in the same bed for one night," she said softly. Jace grinned and accepted her hand and going with her over to the bed. They both stripped down to their small cloths and then crawled under the covered together. That night they slept peacefully around each other, even though they both knew the next day would change everything.

The next morning, Visenya led the way through the gates, through the courtyard and into the keep. Jace walked a little behind her on her right with everyone else of importance following them. She noticed that Targaryen banners and tapestries had already been rehung and she smiled slightly as she walked towards the throne room.

As they reached the doors, she looked at Jace, "Are you ready for this? As soon as we go through those doors, everything changes," she asked him. She wanted him to be sure this is what he wanted, because if he wasn't ready, she wouldn't force him to be. Jace drew in a deep breath and released it nodded, "I'm ready to go home," he said confidently. Visenya grinned at him and nodded for the Unsullied with them to open the doors.

The throne room was huge and carved out of rock, the room easiy big enough to hold seven fully grown dragons. Visenya stepped into the room, eyes instantly focused on the huge rock throne that sat on the podium. A giant three headed dragon banner had already been hung behind it and a space cleared on the side for Moonfyre to lay down. Everyone's eyes turned to the throne as Visenya stopped in front of it. She had seen her brother sit on that throne, had seen him run his household. She had seen him hold Rhaenys on it. That chair was apart of the legacy of her family. Now it was time for it to be claimed by a Targaryen once again.

Everyone had spread out throughout the room but Jace had stayed standing to the right behind his aunt. His eyes never left the throne, "He sat there once didn't he?" he asked gaining everyones attention. Visenya signed, turning her head towards him "Yes he did. Now you will, are you ready?" she asked. Jace nodded before his aunt turned to fully face the room and stand before the throne.

"Jacaerys of House Targaryen, you have been named heir of to the Iron Throne but first you must prove yourself worthy. Do you accept this naming?" she asked watching him.

Jace nodded, "I accept the claim," he said moving closer to her. She nodded her head, "Come closer and kneel," she said quietly. Arthur moved from where he was standing and slowly handed her what he had held in his hands. It was a piece of fabric but when she unfolded it, there sat her brothers crown. It was a circle of three dragons with a large ruby shaped like fire set between each one. Rhaella had had the crown specially made for Rhaegar. Now Visenya held it in her hands and smiled down at her nephew, "I Visenya Targaryen, Queen Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, crown Jacaerys Targaryen Prince of Dragonstone and official Heir of the Iron Throne," she claimed placing the crown around his head. It covered his forehead and then wrapped around in a full circle.

Jace rose to his feet and walked up the steps to the rock throne. Uneven breaths fell from his mouth, he was really doing this. It was finally happening. He turned to the gathered crowd, Ser Gerald, Ser Oswell, Ser Arthur, Prince Lewyn, his aunt Daenerys, Ser Jorah, his betrothed Roslin, Daario, Lady Missandei, her two brothers, Grey Worm, Lillian Hightower, Ser Loras Tyrell, Theon and Asha Greyjoy, Captain Whitefang, his men, Dany's handmaidens and the two dragons Valyrian and Moonfyre all watched him as he sat on the throne.

"All Hail His Grace, Prince Jacaerys, of Houses Targaryen and Stark, Second of His Name, Prince of Dragonstone, The Just Prince, Commander of the Dothraki and Future King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm and Future Rider of the Dragon Moonfyre" Visenya's voice echoed and everyone bowed low to Jace in respect.

Jace knew that time for being childish was over. He was now officially the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and he had to see this war through until it was won or lost. He looked to Roslin, the woman who would be his wife and queen, she was already looking at him and he knew he would do whatever it took to win the war.

As everyone rose to their feet the sound of footsteps reached them. They were so soft they almost couldn't tell they were there, it was only Valyrian and Moonfyre's heads turning that made them notice. The doors were still open and they were surprised to see a small dark skinned woman walked into the room looking around curiously. She turned to look at them smiling, "Who are you?" his voice echoed throughout the room. The girl didn't get a chance to answer as Visenya had gasped.

All eyes flew to her and the girls eyes widened and she took a step forward, "Sarella," Visenya choked out in shock before shaking her head and rushing towards her. Sarella had moved at the same time and they met in the middle of the room, arms around each other and holding tightly. The familiar scent of her slammed through Sarella as Visenya's arms wrapped so tight around her, she had trouble breathing. Silence echoed around them for a few minutes before Visenya pulled away and cupped her chin greedily drinking in her features, "You look just like your ada," she whispered softly tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

Sarella had tears in eyes as she nodded smiling, "Aye, uncle says so all the time," she murmured still a little shocked. She was standing with her naneth. She had hugged her naneth and now she was speaking to her. Sarella couldn't control her tears as she looked at the woman who had been a mother to her as a child. A naneth her three older sisters always told her stories about. She was beautiful with long wavy black hair, her purple eyes shined and she was dressed in a gown of flowing silver. It was low cut down between her breasts where it met a band of red rubies, before falling to the floor. The straps were thin ruby chains that flashed like fire. She looked beautiful.

"Sarella, I want you to meet the rest of our family," she said linking their arms and leading her over to a women with white hair. Sarella followed close behind and smiled at the women, "This is your aunt Daenerys, your cousin and heir to the Iron Throne Jacaerys and Jace's wife to be Roslin," she said pointing to each of them. Sarella bowed to each as they looked at her surprised, "Everyone this is my youngest daughter and the fourth Sand Snake, Sarella Sand," she explained. Many faces smoothed out and they smiled at her.

Only the Queensguard, Roslin and Lillian knew that she claimed the oldest Sand Snakes are her daughters. The remaining Targaryen's were surprised to learn how much their sister/aunt had given up to keep them safe. Jace now understood why his aunt looked sad when he called her naneth sometimes as a child. Dany felt ashamed of her attitude over returning to Westeros, she had never known about her daughters. They greeted her warmly and everyone clapped in joy of their reunion.

Sarella grinned at her naneth and opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by the sound of small feet rushing towards the throne room. Everyone tensed for a few seconds before a little girl, maybe nine years old, entered the room laughing. Shireen made a beeline for Visenya, "It worked," she cried as she threw her arms around the woman who had saved her. Visenya slowly pushed her away and then looked down at her. Her greyscale that had covered the whole left side of her face was gone, but the side effect from the dragon blood was Shireen now had Targaryen purple eyes. Rather than looking like a Baratheon, Shireen now looked like she would be Visenya's daughter.

Everyone looked on in surprise and couldn't believe their eyes. Only some of them knew what the power of the dragon blood could do. It had saved Captain Whitefang's life after all. To see it cure a little girl of something many people had said would never be cured, it was a dream come true for Shireen, who had always hated to even look at herself in the mirror. Now a woman had come out of nowhere, saved her life and cured the ugly scarring across her face. She hugged Visenya tight again, "Thank you," she whispered before stepping back.

She was surprised to see all the people in the throne room, her father had only ever had a couple and her mother had never entered the room. Now it was filled with people, Shireen smiled at them before Septa Mya, the Septa who had been on Dragonstone for many years and had cared for Rhaenys Martell-Targaryen, stepped forward and ushered Shireen out of the room with tears in her eyes. She had never seen the little one so happy.

Visenya turned to Jace, "Are you ready to adjourn to the Chamber of the Painted Table?" she asked him. He took a deep breath and nodded offering his arm to Roslin, who took it. Sarella linked her arm with her naneth as they led the way up the stairs to the left of the throne and into a stone cavers over looking the sea. There were three windows overlooking the sea and allowing the sunshine to light up the room, a beautiful rock table in the middle, twenty chairs in a circle around it, torches lighting up the walls, the chandelier candles had been lit lighting up the dragons carved into the right wall.

Many mouths dropped in surprise as they had never seen anything like this. Visenya, who had sat and planned in this room with her brother before he married Elia, was used to it and moved to the chair at the top of the table facing into the room. Ser Arthur followed her and stood at her right shoulder as she took her seat, Lillian standing behind to her left. Ser Gerald sat on her right as her most trusted advisor, followed by Captain Whitefang, Daario, Asha Greyjoy, Lady Missandei and Dany before meeting at the end where Jace sat. On her left sat Sarella, Daemon, Grey worm, Theon Greyjoy, Ser Loras and Roslin.

Whitefang's men stood against the wall behind him, Dany's handmaidens and Rakharo stood behind Grey Worm. Ser Oswell stood behind Ser Gerald, Prince Lewyn behind Sarella and Ser Jorah behind Dany. Missandei's brothers stood behind her watching cautiously, they had just gotten her back and they didn't want to lose her. Valyrian and Moonfyre had followed them into the room, Valyrian looking out the windows and Moonfyre sat beside Jace. It was time to begin their conquest.

Visenya smiled, "Before we begin to move into Westeros, we need to heal some hurts done at the time of the Rebellion. The Targaryen's must pay debts to Dorne," she said commanding attention. Ser Loras sat forward, "Why your grace? My grandmother always said Dorne would stand with the Targaryen's," he asked, speaking up hesitantly as everyone looked at her curiously. "They are with us. However, after The Battle of the Trident and my brothers death, Tywin Lannister sacked Kings Landing and ordered Elia Martell and her two children murdered," she explained as everyone nodded their understanding, "their bodies were sent to Dorne wrapped in Lannister cloaks. Rhaegar abandoned them, leaving them at the mercy of my father. Rhaegar started the Rebellion but Elia and their children were innocent. They shouldn't have been punished for the Targaryen's mistakes," the Queensguard nodded along.

Arthur scowled, "Aye, I was at the Tourney of Harrenhal. I remember the fight you had with Rhaegar after her gave Lyanna the crown of winter roses. Elia was crushed and then confined to Kings Landing after Lyanna went to Dorne with Rhaegar. When Rhaella was sent here to Dragonstone with Viserys, Aerys refused to send Elia and held her captive in the capital to force Dorne to fight for him. Doran, the ruling Prince of Dorne, had demanded his daughter Arianne marry Viserys to make up for the hurt caused. However, Visenya broke their betrothal when we arrived in Pentos on the grounds that Viserys was as mad as his father. Now something else must be offered to make it up to them," he explained in more detail.

Roslin nodded her understanding as she had spent more time in Westeros than many of the other people in the room. "What were you thinking of doing?" she asked Visenya. The Queen Regent smiled, "I sent a letter to Varys six moons ago telling him to track down Gregor Clegane and Amory Lotch. He sent me a letter back just before we left Slaver's Bay to say he found them," she answered and looked around expectantly. Prince Lewyn half chuckled half snarled, "The men who killed Elia Martell, and Aegon and Rhaenys Targaryen," he said looking at her intently. Everyone sucked in a breath, "You want to hand them over to Dorne," Jace said quietly watching her form his end of the table.

Visenya nodded, "Yes, this will heal most of the hurt done to Dorne as they were never given justice for their murders. To have total support, I want to kidnap and hand over Tywin Lannister as well," she stated bluntly. Silence echoed around her as they processed what she said. Arthur shook his head, "Tywin Lannister your grace?" he asked looking like he really should have expected this from her. Visenya nodded again, "Tywin Lannister ordered their deaths. His daughter Cersei was supposed to marry Rhaegar before my father broke off the betrothal and sent Steffon Baratheon and his wife to find him another bride. It was agreed for marriage to happen between Elia and Rhaegar and Tywin saw it as a slap to the face. He had no idea that Rhaegar had gotten Lyanna pregnant when he ordered Rhaenys and Aegon's deaths, so his daughter could become queen," she explained to everyone.

Jace watched everyone his body filled with fury. Visenya had only told him the truth of everything when they had arrived in Valyria. When she was finished, Jace had wanted to kill himself because of what his parents had done. He had grown up apart of the Dothraki people, he knew what was acceptable and unacceptable behaviour to women. To learn his father abandoned his wife for his mother had made him angry. When he had learned of the humiliation Elia Martell had suffered, he had actually hated his mother. But Jace had realized that while Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark may have sired him, may have given birth to him, Visenya had been his mother and Ser Arthur, not Rhaegar had cared for him and taught him how to hold a sword. They were his parents. He agreed with everything his aunt just said.

"I agree. But how are we going to find Tywin Lannister?" he asked surprising many in the room.
"He's at Harrenhal with a bunch of Lannister troops. Gregor Clegane is also there," she said eyes shining with victory. Ser Gerald burst into laughter, "Everyone's going to regret getting on the bad side out you, my Queen," he said between chuckles. Theon shifted in his seat, "How are you going to get to them? Robb is in the Riverlands, my father patrols the coast is raiding throughout the north and the Lannister's have the land covered from King's Landing to Lannisport and are slowly moving into the Riverlands," he asked. Visenya nodded to Sarella, "We aren't going too, Sarella is a Sand Snake on of the best warriors of Dorne. She's going to lead a team of ten into Harrenhal under disguise and drug their two victims and smuggle them out to ships that will be waiting in Maidenpool. It's the closest place to dock and we can't afford to fuck up something this delicate," she explained.

Ser Loras signed, "How are they going to move The Mountain? I've jousted against him before, he's huge," he asked curious. Visenya grinned, "While we were in the slave cities before arriving in Pentos, I had met with a blacksmith about needing strong chains. He made me a set strong enough to hold African elephants, I'm pretty sure they'll home him. The potion I'll give you to slip them will make them sleep for three days. It will give you time to get away from Harrenhal and head north," she said as anticipation began filling everybody.

Sarella smiled, "Is this why you asked for me?" she wondered aloud. Visenya chuckled, "Partly, the other part was that I missed you," she said making Sarella blush. Jace shook his head at Visenya's brilliance, "What will the rest of us be doing?" he asked. Visenya relaxed into her chair, "Six thousand will go North to the wall. Maester Aemon has written that they don't have enough men to defend it. Two thousand will go to Winterfell to keep it safe from the Iron Born. Another two will stay here and protect Dragonstone from being seized by an enemy party. The rest of us are heading to the Riverlands to meet up with the Stark and Tully bannermen," she said watching everyone faces.

Theon frowned, "I don't think Robb will welcome you. He's been named King of the North and King of the Trident. He's going to think your attacking him and he won't trust you. We've all been told horror stories about the Targaryen family," he explained frowning. Visenya grinned though, totally relaxed. "What some of you don't know is that Hoster Tully is loyal to my family and his son Edmure is aware of the alliance that still runs between us. He is also betrothed to my niece Arianne Martell, if something should happen to me the betrothal will be broken," she said grinning as her plans began to be brought into he open.

Theon just gaped at her stunned before she continued, "What many people don't know is that I am apart of the North and so is Jace," she said gesturing to her nephew. Ser Loras looked between the two of them frowning as realization came across the Queensguard faces. Visenya felt like her smile was going to split her face, "I was born from King Aerys Targaryen and Lady Snow Umber, I am of the North. Jace was born from Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lady Lyanna Stark, he is of the North as well," she claimed to everyone surprise.

Captain Whitefang chuckled aloud, "Your a truly devious woman my Queen," he murmured to her as he watched the others speak quietly. Visenya nodded her head and then Dany spoke for the first time, "What about Amory Lotch? Where is he?" she asked. At this Visenya's face darkened, "He's been in the Westernlands this whole time. Tywin tried to blame Elia and Aegon's murder on him and he went into hiding but too many people had seen Gregor Clegane leave Elia's room that night. However many still want revenge," she answered.

Dany nodded, "Who's going to collect him?" she wondered. The smile that crossed Visenya's face just then was startling, she looked pleased and angry all at the same time. "I'm sending Daario to get him," she said simply. Instantly everyone was protesting until she raised her hand for silence, "The reason for that is, he's not just going to collect Amory Lotch. He's going to deliver a letter to Ser Barristan Selmy from me and then they are both going to smuggle Lyra and Sansa Stark out of the city." Silence echoed around them as everyone was quiet frankly speechless.

Theon rose to his feet, "If you can get the Stark girls out of Kings Landing, I will fight with you," he said. Everyone followed him to his feet and did the same. Visenya knew things were now coming together. It was almost time.

Robb,
Just after I met with my father, I received a raven from Visenya Targaryen asking for ships. She had said something might happen to you if I didn't go to her. So, Asha and I collected a hundred ships and we headed to Essos to meet with her. We are at Dragonstone now, Stannis Baratheon has been locked in the dungeons because he tried to burn his own daughter alive for a red priestess. She stopped him and now Stannis is no longer an issue. She's also brought the dragons back to life.
They call her the Mother of Dragons here and she has decided to return to Westeros and claim her family's throne. She had thirty-thousand men with her. I also learned that The Reach has already pledge their men to her and Dorne.
She's going to ally with the North.
Tell Greatjon that I found out what happened to his niece. Daella was never her birth name. Snow Umber had named her daughter Visenya and Rhaella Targaryen told her that on her death bed. She's an incredible leader Robb. She is sending eight-thousand men north. Six thousand to the wall and two thousand to protect Winterfell.
You should also know that the heir to the Iron Throne, is the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. She was never taken against her will.
We're getting ready to depart from Dragonstone soon. We'll be seeing you soon brother. I hope you make the right choice.
Theon Greyjoy
Prince of the Iron Islands

Robb Stark put the letter he had just received down on the table and looked at the Northern and Riverland Lords who made up his council to see what they thought. His mother was tense next to him for a reason he didn't know, Lord Bolton looked like he had swallowed something sour, his son Domeric looked like he was contemplating something, Greatjon Umber looked like he was about to fall down, his son looking at him questioningly. It was his Uncle Edmure and Uncle Bryden 'the Blackfish' Tully, that drew his attention.

"Uncle?" he asked gaining the mans attention and everyone looked towards them. Princess Arianne Martell, who was soon to become Lady Arianne Tully, stood next to her betrothed and had a smirk across her face. That look alone had everyone suspicious that something was going on. Catelyn stood and moved over the her brother, the Tully's standing united as everyone stared at them. "You see nephew, House Tully has always supported the Targaryen family. It's the reason House Tully was able to make allies with Dorne and House Martell," Edmure said bluntly.

The whole room was shocked. Robb most of all, he spun to face his mother, "Your family fought with my father during Robert's Rebellion," he stated. The Blackfish nodded, "Aye, we did. What Robert never knew was we had men on both sides of the war. The only reason we fought with the North at all was because of Catelyn's marriage to Ned," he explained. Robb sat down in shock, "What happened at The Battle of the Trident?" he demanded. The Blackfish scowled, "Robert smashed Rhaegar's chest in," he stated bluntly, "Prince Lewyn Martell and Ser Jonothor Darry made a big spectacle out of themselves. Many people thought it was in a rage for the Prince being killed but knowing Visenya is alive, I figure they did it to give her time to get away."

Arianne nodded, "It's true. Visenya was shoved onto a horse and sent away from the fighting. She headed to Dorne and the Tower of Joy where Lyanna Stark had been staying. No one know what happened, but Visenya left there with a babe, the heir to the Iron Throne and headed to Dragonstone where Queen Rhaella and Prince Viserys had been sent for safety. Rhaella was in the birthing bed when she arrived. No one knows what happened really but Visenya wrote my uncle to say her nephew was named Prince of Dragonstone and she was to be Queen Regent until he was of age. Rhaella birthed a daughter, the evidence found when Stannis Baratheon seized the keep and the Targaryen's fled to Essos," she said explaining what she knew of the Targaryen's left.

"I was betrothed to marry Prince Viserys, however Visenya broke the contract in the beginning of 297 under the concerns that Viserys had become as mad as their late father and she was worried for me. The same night she told my father an alliance with the Tully family would be a good idea and so here we are now," she admitted.

Greatjon Umber straightened, "Are you telling me the Martell's knew my niece was alive this whole time and never told me?" he growled at her. Arianne raised an eyebrow at him, "What could you have done Lord Umber? With Robert Baratheon willing to kill all the Targaryen's, even the children," she snapped back posture defensive. Greatjon slumped back into his chair, "I don't know," he said softly, "but Visenya is my niece. I would have found some way to protect her even if it was against Robert Baratheon. I don't know what you want your grace, but I want to see my niece." The last sentence directed at his king, the King in the North, the one he had named because he believed that Robb Stark could be a better King then any of those now in the game.

Ser Wylas Manderly, heir of White harbor stepped forward, "My father received a raven from the Dragon Queen. He wrote to tell me about it a few weeks ago and for me to say nothing until her letter had reached you. She requested permission to sail into the harbor with her men. My father wrote back asking why he should allow it and she sent someone back. The man's name was Ser Gerald Hightower and he is the Lord Commander of her Queensguard. His exact words were 'Her Grace comes to offer help to the north.' My father agreed to let them pass. There was a rider last night from him. Queen Visenya and her men arrived yesterday morning and are waiting there to see of you will meet with them," he said fidgeting with his hands.

It took a few seconds to process what he said before Robb frowned, "Why White Harbor and not one of the other ports?" he asked curious. Arianne smiled, "It's closer to the North. She's sending eight-thousand of her men to protect it. They'll get there faster from White Harbor then anywhere else," she offered remembering her aunt well. Robb signed and ran a hand through his hair before turning to his mother who smiled, "I was born in 263 the same years as Visenya Targaryen. I was one of her ladies-in-waiting before she became the Princess of Summerhall and she was one of the kindest woman I've ever met Robb," she said remembering the smiling girl with black hair and purple eyes.

"I want to meet her," Robb finally said. Things were about to take a change for the better.
Unknown to him, his wife Talisa and one of his lords were trading looking with each other

wondering how fast she could get this information into the hands of the Lannister's.

Visenya Targaryen hadn't stepped foot on her homeland in fifteen years, so as she departed from her ship, she cried. No one judged her as they knew it was a big moment for her. Lord Manderly had greeted them and was surprised by the group of men accompanying the queen. Most of them, men from legend and brought to life in flesh. He had greeted them and allowed Visenya and her main party to rest in his keep as her army prepared a camp. The biggest surprise had come when sixteen dragons had landed around her. A white and purple one was now big enough to ride, one a little smaller following and the other fourteen still too small to hold a rider.

Visenya had sent them to hunt in the surrounding forests before they retired for the night as a storm had broken out two days before they reached the harbor and had raged until a few hours before the arrived in the North. Lord Manderly had offered them rooms to rest while he wrote to Robb Stark about them meeting. Eight-thousand of her men were bundled up in furs and were to depart for The Wall the next morning. The Dothraki and Unsullied had never been so far north, so it was taking a little time for them to adjust to the change. Many slept fitfully that night as they were about to embark of the adventure of a lifetime.

The next morning the encampment was a beehive of activity. Men getting their stuff together, wagons being packed with supplies, weapons being passed around, horses being saddled and carriages being readied to carry the women in their group. Lady Missandei and Princess Daenerys were in Dany's tent getting ready for their departure. Drogon lying with his head inside the tent watching and five Unsullied guards surrounding the tent.

Missandei had just finished twisting Dany's hair around her crown, which her mother had worn before her, when her Dothraki handmaidens, Irri and Jhiqui, entered holding a dark purple dress. Dany turned, "What's this?" she asked. She had been teaching them westeron since they men and they were now fluent enough to speak it well. Irri smiled, "The dress is from you sister Khaleesi," she murmured as Dany stood. A crown of twisting silver metal, that looked like flames, wrapped around her head. A large purple stone set in the middle resting on her forehead.

Dany shrugged out of her dressing gown and then allowed Irri and Jhiqui to drops the gown over her head. The bottom half was a silk strapless lilac empire waist under dress with beautiful dragons sewed in dark purple along the bottom. The top part was a dark purple velvet long sleeved covering that went over her shoulders and wrapped around the empire waist of her underdress with a silver chain of purple crystals shaped like squares. Irri stepped back and smiled, "You look beautiful," she murmured as they straightened her dress out. Dany smiled as she looked in the mirror. For the first time she felt content since her husband died.

Across the hall, Jace and Roslin were getting ready. They had been married while on Dragonstone and he still lost his breath every time he saw her since then. To him there hadn't been a more beautiful bride. Roslin had relaxed about the bedding after Visenya had spoken to her about it and what she could expect. Jace had also offered to wait till she was ready but Roslin wanted her wedding night to be their wedding night. They had been happily lost in each other ever since.

Now Roslin was dressed in a gown like Dany's only she was dressed in a grey under dress and a Targaryen red over dress with a chain of ruby's holding her gown closed. A circlet that looked identical to Jacaerys only more feminine wrapped around her head, which held two braid that kept her hair out of her face. She was helping her husband into his armor. Visenya had gotten armor made that looked like Rhaegar Targaryen's before his death. Roslin thought he looked regal in it as she watched him move around in it to make himself comfortable. She helped him into the cloak Visenya had handed him before they left Dragonstone. It was black with the red three headed dragon stitched onto its back. The final piece she handed him was his crown, the one his father had worn before home.

He bowed his head so she could place it on him and then drew her into his arms, "Everything is going to be okay Ros," he whispered as she nestled her forehead against his chest. She tilted her head back to meet his eyes, "It's really happening now. We're going to be king and queen," she whispered as she reached out and ran her finger tips across his face. He grabbed her hand and kissed the palm, "Win or lose, we have to see this through," he said linking their fingers together. Roslin nodded and drew in a deep breath, "I'm ready," she said before she wrapped the beautiful brown and grey fur cloak around her shoulders.

Jace offered her his arm and when she took it began leading her out of the room. Dany, Missandei and the handmaidens Irri and Jhiqui joined them heading down to the encampment. They all knew things were about to become very different.

Visenya was in her room, Lillian brushing out her hair to put it up. She knew allying with the North was the right thing but she also knew the rest of the war was going to be bloody. She smiled softly at Sarella who was sitting next to her watching Lillian's hands fashion a unique braid that wrapped twice around her head like a band and was decorated with beads and jewels. Sarella was dressed in a simple yellow dress. It was low cut down her breasts and tied behind her shoulders before the strings met at the small of her back. She was practically naked on her upper half. Her hair was braided and then wrapped around her head with orange crystal pins spread through it. She wore the choker her ada had sent her that Visenya had had made for the Sand Snakes and a dagger was hidden under her dress wrapped around her thigh.

Visenya's hair finished she rose to her feet and moved to one of her trunks. Sarella smiled, "You look so beautiful naneth," she said looking her over. She was wrapped in her dressing gown but her hair had been left down with only a little being braided and wrapped around her head to keep her hair from flying everywhere. She wore a golden choker shaped like a dragon, a beautiful gold bracelet of four hissing sand snakes on her right arm and a beautiful red viper with purple eyes wrapped around her ankle. She wasn't even dressed and she looked stunning. Visenya smiled, "You look very beautiful yourself," she said digging through the trunk.

Finally, she found what she wanted and dropped her dressing gown, not caring that Lillian and Sarella were in the room with her. The dress was pure snow white silk. It was in empire waist with straps on her shoulders and then a small piece hung on the upper part of her arms. Across her breasts, the straps on her shoulders and around her back was gold lace shaped in the body of a roaring fire, a splash against the white of her gown. Lillian moved to tie it up behind her and then her cleavage became more pronounced. It drug behind her when she walked but flared perfectly if she twirled in a circle.

She turned to face the mirror and smiled pleased with the picture she presented. She was a Lady of the North. The last piece of the picture was the one Lillian handed her. It was a golden tiara shaped like living flames and heavily decorated with red, orange, yellow and diamond jewels. She actually looked like there were flames on her head. Sarella started at it in awe before looking questioningly at her naneth who smiled, "This was worn by a princess on the Valyrian Freehold before the Doom. We found it when we scavenged the place," she admitted.

Sarella giggled, "It suits you naneth," she said rising to her feet. She didn't want to admit it but she was excited to be helping her naneth. If she could pull this off, steal Tywin Lannister and Gregor Clegane from Harrenhal, they would be able to go home to Dorne. When she had first seen the anklet that looked almost identical to the choker at her throat she had been surprised and then she understood that her ada had claimed her naneth as his and the anklet had been a reminder. The alikeness of the anklet and chokers made her understand that her naneth had missed them.

Lillian handed her Queen a white rabbit skin cloak and smiled happily when she pulled it on. Visenya looked like a lady of the north, except for her crown of flames. Lillian knew she had made the right choice all those years ago as she watched mother and daughter link arms and begin leaving the room. She nodded to the three Dothraki who had been waiting to collect Visenya's stuff before following behind her queen. Lord Manderly and Ser Arthur met them in the entrance hall, both of their eyes widening at the sight of the women. Arthur's heart was in his throat as he tried not to cry when he saw his queen. In that moment she looked more like her birth mother Snow Umber than she did Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen.

Lord Manderly bowed his head, "My Queen, safe travels," he said as she stopped in front of him. Visenya smiled and stretched up onto her toes and kissed his cheek, "Thank you for everything Lord Manderly," she said softly as she turned away. Lord Manderly watched her go with a shocked face before it melted into a pleased smile. Visenya was unlike any monarch he had ever met in his life. He looked forward to what she would do in the future.

They exited the keep to see a carriage and horses waiting for them. Sarella accepted the simple black fur cloak from Ser Arthur before mounting her horse and watching everyone. Roslin, Dany, Missandei, Irri, Jhiqui and Lillian all entered the carriage together, Ser Gerald stood waiting to help his queen in. But she shook her head, "I will ride," she explained. He nodded to the woman and then closed the doors leaving the watching from the windows. Valyrian landed behind Visenya as she bowed her head in thanks to Lord Manderly and then nodded to the others to mount up.

Visenya moved towards Valyrian, running her hand down his neck to his shoulder where she stopped. He turned his head to face her, deep blue eyes locked with indigo purple, "Are you ready for this Valyrian?" she asked in her mother tongue. The dragon blinked and lowered his wing giving her room to climb up onto his back. She smiled and grabbed a hold of one of his spikes pulling herself up. Valyrian's muscles twitched when she settled on him but he didn't throw her. When she was settled she grinned down at everyone, "Sōvegon Valyrīha," she murmured stroking him.

Translation: Visenya- Fly Valyrian

Valyrian's muscles bunched and with a light beat of his wings, him and Visenya rose into the air. The rest of her party watched in amazement from their horses before slowly kicking their horses into a trot and moving to the front of Visenya's army.

Thirty thousand men began moving away from White Harbor, eight thousand to the north and the other twenty-two thousand to the south to fight against the Lannister's and win back the throne. Visenya soared high above them, the other fifteen dragons forming a V beside her and Valyrian roared his approval and excitement out to the world, the others echoing him and people on the ground all took a step back watching with wide eyes are dragons soared above them and an army passed by them.

Riverrun was a two week ride from White Harbor and Visenya Targaryen was determined that she would be seen by as many people as possible. She wanted the Lannister's to know she was coming for them in Fire and Blood.