The Rise of King Torrhen Stark

by bigblue2289

In a world where before Brandon ran off to the Red Keep Brandon married and had 4 children, the eldest is Torrhen Stark. He is a Stark that was born politically savvy and will change the whole landscape of the North. Also Eddard married Ashara before war could start and force his marriage to Catelyn Tully. Also Rhaenys survives.

10. Chapter 9

A/N:

I hope you enjoy this chapter and introduced will be a couple of OC's that will be very important to the future of Westeros.

Chapter 9

There was a dripping coming from above her as she smelt the stale musty air of her home for the past 2 days. Her captors were not entirely cruel though they did give them fresh water and bread that was only a little stale. Guess you have the resources when your kingdom is bringing in that many dragons per moon. Lifting her arms up feeling the heavy shackles as she drank from her cup spotting her friend Melissa Pyke who had been her battle sister during the Greyjoy Rebellion, she was pulling her breaches up and putting the piss pot to the side.

Melissa sat next to her friend and cousin Amelia against the wall.

"Hey Amelia at least they give us separate prison quarters from the men. Maybe the Savage Wolf is not all that savage, plus I hear he can be savage in the bed." Mel joked about their predicament. Torrhen had been adamant that men and women would be separate, he would not have his male prisoners raping the female ones even in Ghaston Grey.

"Yay like I am ever going to find that out how savage he can be. Maybe I can pull some strings with Yara, as the southern admiral I could get assigned to her ship. I would even accept scrubbing her solar floor on my hands and knees prefered to the the alternative." Amelia had said slamming her drink down. Yara two years ago had sent her a raven about coming north to Winterfell to serve Torrhen, she was even promised a spot in Yara's crew. Amelia had turned down her half sister's offer to serve with Randyll Harloon..

"Mel why did I not head to the North two years ago? There it was a golden opportunity for me. I would have been on the winning side instead of this prison ship." Amelia threw her cup in anger.

"Quit your bitching cunt. You had your chance and a chance to go back to your father's service but now you're stuck here with us so just rub one out and deal with it." A vulgar woman of her company told her.

They sat in as comfortable silence you can have while shackled up in the bottom of a ship. Walking back and forth were a combination of Martell and Stark female guards to ensure order. Everybody else but Amelia and the vulgar woman from before was free to walk around their cells. The older woman name Aubrey and Amelia had got into a huge fight that almost started a riot so now both women were chained to said ship wall.

"Hey Amy how bad do you think Ghaston Grey is going to be?" Mel asked her sister in all but blood. A passing Martell guard passing by snorted and stopped.

"I hope you ladies enjoy long hot days and freezing cold nights. You are what 130 lbs Melissa was it?" The Martell guard asked Mel and Mel only nodded to the guard holding a spear bearing the Red Vipers sigil.

"Well you will probably sweat out about 40 lbs of that so be sure to drink a lot of water. Since Lord Stark took over Dorne conditions have improved but it's still Ghaston Grey." The guard told her as she smack the cage getting the attention of some women starting a fight with each other.

"Calm your tits now or you will be like those two." The guard yelled instantly making the girls walk away from each other quickly to avoid conflicts.

"What do you mean Lord Stark took over Dorne? I was still under the impression Prince Doran sat at Sunspear." Amy questioned now underestimating the influence her half sisters lord had. Yara had even explained in the letter she held no loyalty towards their father and now she knew why.

A few passing guards had to laugh at that comment.

"Please we love Prince Doran but it's Lord Torrhen Stark and Lady Rhaenys Stark that controls this kingdom. It was Torrhen and Rhaenys that demanded fresh water at Ghaston Grey, regular baths to prevent disease, and separating the men and women. Which you should be thankful, most of the Sand bastards in Dorne came from Ghaston Grey over the years and let say it was not the woman's choice." She had said walk walked away.

"Well here is too Lord Torrhen Stark ladies." Mel raised her glass of fresh water and their was a loud cheer LORD STARK. It was not even out of mockery, under most lords they would have been allowed to be raped and filled with dieseie. This was true even under Queen Tour'e.

It's was maybe six hours later, it could have been only ten minutes for all they knew when a female guard bearing the direwolf came in walking by the cage and held her sword out on the bars and walked down waking up all the ladies. She did this all the way down to end and then did this on the other side as well.

A woman stepped down the stairs and all the lady guards stood at attention for her showing she was important. You could feel the unbearable sun bearing down on them and they were hydrated under shade. The dry humid less air was already starting to dry her lips.

"Good morning I am Abigail Snow bastard daughter of Greatjon Umber. My father is a fierce man and I am a fierce woman so don't cross me." Abigail said as she walked down the line. One brave person stepped up.

"Your father may be fierce but you look like a cunt." An unnamed pirate caught by Yara Greyjoy said as she stepped towards the cell. Instead of replying by words Amelia grabbed the crappy rags they had been given and pulled the women hard into the bars causing her nose to smack off and fall to the ground. She was holding her bloody nose in pain holding back tears.

"I may be cunt but I am a cunt you will respect. I am given the title Warden Abigail during this war so I will be watching over you ladies. Now does anybody else have any problems?" She asked demanding respect and earning fear by all the other prisoners who looked at the girl on the floor. To her question she heard some grumbled "no's" but that is not the response she was looking for.

"Let's try this again will there be any problems?" She boomed.

"NO" resonated this time.

"A little better this time try adding my title Warden Abigail. Will there be any problems?" She boomed again.

"No Warden Abigail." They all boomed.

"Good job ladies now we are at a special female entrance the ever so wonderful Lord Stark as created for you. I want you to say thank you Lord Stark." She told them.

"Thank you Lord Stark." They all said Amelia and Mel included.

"Now you will all be handed a pair slippers, you will all strip down and put the slippers on. You will be given a bath once a week and given two meals a day. Any one of Westeros or Essos nobility?" Warden Abigail asked getting a few people claiming to be bastards of the king and one actually having a valid claim. A guard walked to Melissa who had her hand up.

"Your claim?" The guard asked with a fresh sheet of paper out.

"Well I am Melissa Pyke the daughter of Lord Rodrik Harlow of House Harlow on the Iron Isles." Mel reported to the guard. Now Amelia stood up as a guard unshackled her from the irons.

"I am Amelia Pyke daughter of Balon Greyjoy and half sister of Admiral Yara Greyjoy." She reported hoping the name drop would get her some special treatment.

The guard only put up an eyebrow and walked away. Striping herself of the rags she was given and putting the slippers on they were lined up like cattle and herded up the stairs and onto the deck. As soon as they walked into the sun they could feel the sweat pouring off their bodies.

They saw one girl try to run for it only to have a spear hurled through her chest. After the girl's body was hauled away no one even looked away from the person skull in front of them. In front of them sat the large prison built on the Sea of Dorne. Built of tan sandstone it gave every nude women the shivers.

Following in two lines they walked off the plank onto a sandstone dock crawling with armed female guards ready to put the women in their places. Escaping the sun after the long walk down the docks they entered through a strong secured door that looked of Ironwood to see a processing room. Being formed into groups of 20 the 700 ladies found their prison mother as they were called.

Amelia and Melissa were in the same group as the Baratheon bastard named Juliet Storm. They had heard descriptions of the fat king and she fit what he was described as in the face. Walking before them came a hardened Dornish woman of 52, she was ugly and mean a deadly combination.

"You cunts are here because you are prisoners of war. You will work your ass off or else you will get the whip." The Dornish prison mother cracked a whip that was so close to Amelia she could feel the air from it. This made all the ladies huddle in closer.

"I will be called Mother Hen and I am in charge of you ladies and I will not allow disobedience. Above me will be Warden Amelia Snow who has you saw in the transport ship does not accept disobedience as well are we clear?" Mother Hen boomed.

"Yes Mother Hen." 19 ladies repeated while one sat defiant at the edges. Mother Hen walked up to her with a look that made all the ladies shiver.

"Name?" She asked the nude defiant prisoner.

"Leslie Flowers of House Tarly. It will be a few days before my father Randyll Tarly comes to get me so I will forget this treatment this time." She said smugly.

"Hey Mother Goose we got a defiant one, she says her father is Lord Tarly who will come personally to save her from the big bad Mother Hen." Mother Hen said to her friend who was a group over going over the same info. This caused her friend and a few other mothers to crack up laughing.

"Looks like we found our septic girl. Deary I hope you have a strong stomach because our septic pipes are shit." Mother Goose said getting a loud laugh from the guards and all the other Mothers in the hall.

They proceeded as normal and given 3 sets of clothes that were lightweight enough they wouldn't die of heat and assigned details. The Tarly bastard was joined by 25 other woman in the septic detail. Amelia was assigned laundry with the Baratheon bastard Juliet Storm while Melissa was assigned water filling.

They were assured that the two sides of the prison did not touch each other in any details and if they did there would be heavy guards. Amelia, Juliet, Melissa, Leslie, and a dothraki female that escaped her Khal 7 years ago when she was 13. Looking out the tiny window they saw the Sea of Dorne and the sun burning a hole in the ground where it lit. They came to realize the sun did not care how high or low born you were, soon Melissa was sent off to start her first detail already.

After a couple days of details and shaping rocks for construction under the hot sun the realized they were in a living nightmare.

(Scene Change)

The little girl was in nightmare, she was being dragged through a rich plaza called Rhaenys Plaza which was named for Lady Stark 5 years ago. At first they had a few hair parlors, sweet shops, and high end shopping but soon it was the to go shopping center for anybody of money. Domina had on a pretty floral dress that she kept itching at and her hair had been finally straightened and not the wild stylings of her husband.

Rhaenys for her part dressed as middle class to hide with a garb typically worn by nomads but were coming into the fashion world which covered her easily identifiable hair. She had actually been excited to see the plaza named after her. Her guards today had been bats male and female mingling in the crowds cause Brienne would have been easily identifiable and all the Sand Snakes were well known around Dorne.

"Mother I don't wanna wear a dress I wanna play in that mud pile." Domina in her floral dress said to Rhaenys who had been happy when at first through teasing Domina called her mother or mom but now she started started to feel it.

"If you go into that mud pile we will not be stopping by the pastry shop." Rhaenys scolded out which caused the girl to look up in fear, ever since she tasted lemon bars she had been begging Rhae to take her here where they were suppose to be the best.

"Yes mother I will be good." The defeated little girl said as she grabbed Rhae's hand and they walked through the plaza.

Passing by a window she saw a beautiful dress of mahogany and sapphire she had to have, looking closer into the glass though she saw a man who was not a bat or shadow staring her down. After walking in she purchased said dress and a dress of grey and silver that Domina loved because it had her father's house colors. She had not met Torrhen yet but she had been pestering Brandon nonstop about everything House Stark, Domina finally felt like she belonged somewhere.

In her previous home her mother and grandmother loved her dearly but all the rest of the family treated her as a social outcast, her cousins her own age even started calling her Bastard Hill. Rhaenys could be tough on her but she was welcomed amongst her father's family and she always received her goodnight kiss.

The group of two with the little girl still holding her hand walked in Madam Cecil's Pastries. Walking to the table the owner of the shop came walking up to her with a smile at the little girl who was rambling about why lemon bars were her favorite. She then looked towards the young mother and saw the eyes, then the face structure and saw Queen Rhaella's face. The heart of the woman almost stopped, Cecil and the queen had been childhood friends.

"Ma'am I am sure you recognize me from the look on your face. Nod yes or no." Rhaenys said with her purple eyes piercing the woman. The owner still shocked nodded yes.

"Well you can see we are valuing our privacy today so could you please keep this quiet and once my husband returns victorious we will bring the whole family here." Rhaenys said to the woman who was smiling now knowing she would have people flocking to have her pastries if the Savage Wolf came here.

"Of course My Lady anything in particular your husband would enjoy?" The pastry owner asked as the largest lemon square Domina had even scene was put before her making her eyes open wide, she proceeded to forget all manners and tear into it.

"Domina if you don't stop eating like a wolf me and your daddy will be coming here alone and leave you in Sunspear." Rhaenys warned the little girl who dropped the smush of lemon square in her hand with a pout finally eating like a proper lady.

"Father? She looks of northern descent is she related to your husband? Oh I am sorry how rude of me Lad… Miss Sand but I am Cecil and was friends with your grandmother." Joanne told Rhaenys. Taking a seat next to her best friend's granddaughter they talked for an hour while Domina leaned back almost falling asleep from her post sugar rush.

"Me and my husband will be back when he returns I promise and remember he loves apple tart cakes, if you bring out apple tart cakes for him and lemon bars for her we will need to shut the place down to hide my embarrassment." Rhaenys teased about her husband's eating habits at times and kissed the cheek of Joanne.

Walking out of the pastry shop noticing the same man with a hood on watching her. She would have to find a bat to pass a message along to them to figure out who was following her.

They passed a beggar and his 9 year old as a high lord was degrading them in public.

"Dragons? I can't believe this scum can have the nerves to beg on the streets. You might as well be northerners with your savage ways." The aristocratic southern lord said. Some of the aristocratic southerners held contempt still for the "Savages of the North" even though most of the goods they enjoyed had come from North and Dornish trading. Domina not having the control of the wolf yet stomped forward.

"Hey butt face from what I hear northerners are ten times the man you are." Domina finished it off by spitting on his expensive boots. Before Rhaenys could pull her away the man back handed King Torrhen's daughter. The man showed no remorse choosing to laugh and walked away as Domina slowly got back to her feet.

"Letting scum like that street urchin and her whore mother amongst us nobles. She probably got knocked up by a vagabond." The man got laughs by his friends as his voice disappeared down the street.

A bat came out right away.

"Who is that man I want him dragged before Sunspear right away! And get another bat to figure out who the fuck is following me, no one stalks the dragon." Rhaenys said angrily keeping her voice down. The bat nodded mentally noting to find his identity and that of his friends to be presented to court. The beggar looked up hearing this.

"I will not just hand you dragons. Do you have any skills to earn you and your son some dragons?" Rhaenys asked in her queenly voice. The man sputtered before answering. He had not even expected to be addressed.

"Yes My Lady I was a pastry chef who made desserts for Prince Doran years ago." The man spluttered out. Domina's eyes open wide.

"Can you make lemon bars?" Domina asked with her new found energy post sugar crash.

"Yes little lady it was my specialty." As the man said this Rhaenys knew she had to hire the man or Domina would never stop badgering her.

"Fine we will hire him. Bat you will take him and his son go get food and cleaned up. He will be making her a test batch and good sir please cut back on the sugar." Rhaenys said rubbing Dominas sore cheek.

"I understand My Lady, Princess Elia had to be cut off from the sugar by her brother as well." The man disappeared with the bat and hearing something about her mother made a tear fall from her purple eyes.

Finally after a long day of chores she approached an expensive salon to see the same aristocrat that slapped her daughter. It warmed her heart when she thought of Domina as her daughter. She would have natural born children with Torrhen but it did not make his twins or the other children any less special to her.

The man seeing her walk in whispered something to the owner and he came over to them as the man snickered.

"Sorry we only accept paying customers." The owner said with a uppity tone. Rhaeny pulled out 6 dragons not wanting to show the 200 they still had.

"Oh is that all Carissa get over here you have another peasant to attempt to fix up. And may I have your name for the log?" The owner said walking over to a book.

"Rhaenys and this is Domina." With an eye roll the man wrote it down.

"Are you sure my dear I just did the hair of the true Rhaenys last week in Sunspear and had to fix what those savages of the North did to her perfect locks. Such a shame, that name should only be regulated for nobility, when you name your next child name him something more savage like… Rodwell." This comments gets snickers from everybody in the shop except the commoners who work there and Carissa. Before she could release the dragon a northern man with a large beard she recognizes as Smalljon Umber who was visiting some shops comes in with anger in his eyes.

Smalljon had wanted to get a gift for his half sister Abigail and saw Queen Rhaenys and little Domina who he had grown attach to over the past two weeks. He did not see any guards on his pregnant queen so he thought it better to be safe than sorry. Leaning against the door he heard the savage comment about his best friend Rodwell and lost it.

Smalljon picked up the scared man and slammed him against a large mirror.

"Rodwell was my brother in arms and you don't have the right to besmirch his name you son of a whore. He died a hero, you are going to die pissing yourself." Smalljon looked ready to choke the man to death as he did infact have a stream of pee going down his leg.

"Smalljon put his down now." Rhaenys boomed as she took off her garb showing her beautiful silver hair to the groups attracted.

"Lady Stark did you hear what he said about Rodwell? Rodwell was a hundred times the man this shit will ever be." Smalljon had a tear in his eye from the loss of his brother. He was suppose to be on the ship, he wondered if he was on the ship would Rodwell have survived.

He dropped the man to the ground as he felt a calm hand on his arm that belonged to his queen.

"I know Smalljon I know, I miss him too." Rhaenys looked at the man who slapped her daughter.

"For slapping the daughter of Lord Torrhen Stark you will present yourself before court to explain your actions." The man could only gulp as anger again flared inside Smalljon's eyes having his sword hand steadied by Domina. This whole world was new to her and she did miss her mother but all these people truly cared for her and she would return the gesture.

An half an hour later after having to hold Domina down they finally washed her hair and stylized it to a northern braid. For Rhaenys they chose a traditional Dornish braid that she saw in a painting that her mother was in. She had tears it was so perfect.

"Carissa fuck this guy I want you as my personal stylist. You and your family will be given room, food, and a very handsome salary. Your husband can tend horses for my husband, can you believe he named his valiant steed strawberry. Sometimes I wonder about him." Rhaenys said shaking her head at the name of a big war horse. Carissa who had her brunette hair tied up and wearing clothes that showed she was on the lower end of life laughed hearing the Savage Wolf was still human.

"I would be honor Lady Stark. Shall we meet you at Sunspear? We have no attachments holding us here." Getting a nod from Rhaenys Carissa excitedly grabbed the hand of her 16 year old daughter who washed hair and walked out the shop.

Rhaenys and Domina had picked up some Stark guards now since her privacy was out the window. It was almost to the horses when a bat had walked up to her and whispered something in her ear. Giving a nod she followed the bat down an alley where she saw 4 bats holding 5 of the men she recognized today hostage.

"Please Lady Stark we come her bearing a message from the true King Aegon Targaryen the sixth of his name. He just wants you back with him when he takes his birthright in King's Landing. He arranged for us to work with you to kill the wolf savag.." messenger that spoke with conviction did not finish his sentence as a guard bearing the direwolve raised and lowered his ax onto his skull splitting it in half.

Domina grew wide eyes seeing the violence first hand.

"Jon if you cannot control yourself in front of King Torrhen's children please leave." She chastise the guard for killing in front of Domina.

"Domina I want you to go with a guard to the horses and wait for me." Rhaenys commanded.

"But mother please can I.." Domina did not finish the sentence before she felt a hand slap her three times on her butt. Rhaenys had watched Torrhen sorta raise Sylvia alongside Eddard and Ashara and the techniques were working on Domina.

"Sorry mommy I will go by the horses." Domina pouted as she walked away with two guards.

Once Domina was out of sight she turned her attention to the remaining living agents of Aegon.

"Whose next?" She asked simply.

"It is his birthright, hand him your armies like a good servant should do Lady Stark. We were given the authorization to get you to conform anyway we deemed fit. We may be in a bad spot now but there are more of us don't you worry." The next messenger said smiling. The word birthright and Aegon pissed her off so she grabbed a dagger from one of the guards and slit his throat. The blood squirted over her dress but she did not care. The remaining three now feared this dragon much more than the one hiding in Volantis.

"I am the eldest child so it is my birthright. Tell Aegon I would welcome him with open arms when he kneels before me and pledges himself to House Stark." She emphasized the point by killing one more messenger of her brothers. She grabbed a dagger hiding in a pouch in her dress and sliced his throat open. She knew she should have felt bad but these men and her brother were a threat to her family and crown.

Unfazed by the blood she stuck the knife into the next man's eye causing him to scream before the stranger found him.

"You will pass along the message verbally." Rhaenys pointed to one of the two remaining who nodded happy he was going to live.

"You good sir will pass along the message of how serious we are. Bats cut out his tongue and cock and release them. Aegon will learn who the true dragon is." Rhaenys said as she walked away. In the distance you could hear the man screaming as he was dragged into a building. She knew power going to your head could cause her to meet a death like her grandfather but she would protect her family no matter what.

(Scene Change)

The night was a cold chilly night and No One walked up to the keep where it's target was residing. Climbing into the side window of the small keep No One walked with a purpose to ensure that his traitorous brother met his deserved fate. No One walked through the halls in a dark cloak hiding in the shadows listening for the wolves. He had been warned there were three wolves roaming the Saltwood Castle grounds and they were deadlier than 5 faceless men. They had attempted kills before Quan but he built to strong of a base around him and now No One was performing an unsanctioned hit for revenge on his lost brothers.

Wandering the halls knowing he was on the right path spotting the Wolf King leaving a shadowy closet suspiciously, he approached blade out. No one could kill the Wolf King and earn himself 1,000,000 dragons from the Lannisters but that was a mission for another time. Walking out of the closet not seeing him was his target Quan who had taken off his mask for his true face and name.

No one knew this would be his best chance. He missed his chance prior when 7 years ago the Wolf King just a lord then had walked in on them about to kill Quan by Torrhen's Square. Instead of walking away he had his archers kill 4 of his brothers and leaving him to limp away into the shadows as the only survivor. He had been told that Quan had sworn his life to Torrhen that day.

Quan had walked down another hallway and as no one sped around the corner but he saw nothing. He did feel something though, he felt a smooth blade pierce him from behind. Feeling the smooth steel exit his body he fell to the ground and saw a 30 something woman with a terrified expression, he knew he was her first kill. No one seen Quan his target walk up as he took his last breaths in this world.

"Good kill Lynette, try to keep your steps quieter. If he did not have revenge clouding his judgement you would have been heard." Quan complimented her. She smiled at the compliment seeing as how they were past the breaking stages and onto the rebuilding stages. No one felt his former brother flip him over to inspect his wounds.

"Good placement a little higher and you would have had an instant kill though. Kills like these are just sloppy right?" Quan asked as he lunged a knife into no one's throat speeding up the death process. The last thing no one ever saw was a smiling Quan knowing he was free from the House of Black and White.

(Scene Change)

It had been a week since the Battle of the Blood Moon and Lynesse was absolutely heartbroken to find that her lover had been killed by the Savage Wolf in one on one combat. Apparently all men of the North were not as spineless as her former husband was, the brave tourney winner she married became a spineless coward forcing her to seek another.

There had been no reports on who escaped or was captured so she did not even know what happened to Tregar. As she played with little Alerie to calm her nerves a messenger bearing the Noble House of Gratt came into her room with a missive and left.

Recognizing the seal of her lover Tregar she ripped it open and read.

Dearest love,

I have escaped those ruthless wolves and stole a ship that was loaded to the gill with armor, weapons, gems, jewels and other prizes that the Savage Wolf commandeered. I have that ship docked at Tarrow's Way which is just north of the coastline near Tyrosh. Please make haste so we can leave this damn war, I already miss our kids and you. I will be on a dock ran by a hermit named Cargill at dock A2.

Can't wait to hold you in my arms again love.

Tregar Ormollen.

As soon as she finished reading the letter she called a servant to help her pack, she knew if the Savage Wolf got Tyrosh like everybody knew he was planning she would have to face trial for her crimes of her ex husband. It was two days later after she hired 3 mercenaries to protect her and the children she booked passage for 6 for the tiny fishing village of Tarrow's Way.

Walking up to the docks on the cold windy night she pulled her cloak tighter to her body and saw a small ship in the dock her lover explained. The six of them approached a small vessel docked in the spot told to her by Tregar. They all crossed over the plank onto the deck, once on the ship the sellswords went to locate her lover.

It was ten minutes later when instead of the sellswords a lord in armor bearing the sun on his sigil walked towards her with his armed guards near him.

"Lady Hightower if you would follow me to your room while we take a trip over to the Sleeping Refuge. Lord Stark would like to have a conversation with you." The beautiful blonde went to argue knowing she had been betrayed by her lover but also knew at this point she was stuck.

"No matter what happens to me can you make sure my children make it to Oldtown to be raised by my family?" She asked the lord as she now recognized the sigil as House Sol which was a new house created within the last few years and quickly climbing.

"Lady Hightower if you behave and listen to Lord Stark you may yourself be in Oldstown watching them grow up. Now there will be guards posted at your door, if you need anything please tell them. Your children look tired so it will be best to go down now and lay them to sleep." Lord Sol advised her as the two year now in her arms was nodding off.

Following Lord Sol to the bedroom she stopped him before he could leave her.

"Is the Savage Wolf as mean as they say?" Lynesse says in a worried tone, the stories that went around about him made her wonder why people even drew their swords.

"If you're concerned about your kids don't be. He has beautiful children of his own that he loves and would never harm a child. Now you on the other hand will tell him the truth right away regarding the slavery. If you lie to him to get an easier sentence you will spend the rest of your natural life in Ghaston Grey shaping rocks." Marcus Sol warned her and walked away. That night she did not sleep great, she had been so concerned about the treasures that she walked into an obvious trap. It was the expensive lifestyles that caused her to run from Westeros and now she had to face the music.

(Next morning)

Lynesse woke up from a deep slumber hearing the knock on her door, feeling the weight of two children raise off her shoulder she got her morning wits about her.

"Come in I'm covered." She yelled at the door as Alerie rolled off the bed in her nightgown to go get washed up.

Walking was a steward bearing the sigil of House Sol who looked like he was 17.

"Lady Hightower we are arriving at Saltwood Castle in an hour, Lord Sol said for you to prepare you opening statements to Lord Stark." The young man bowed and left.

It was 2 hours laters that they were pulling up to a newly constructed dock that was created under the orders of Queen Tour'e before the attack, Lord Stark had his carpenters finish up the project. Lord Sol the gentleman helped all three into the carriage and they were off. Lynesse chose to go with a sapphire blue dress that showed off her curves hoping to distract Lord Stark while putting her two children in similar dresses without the showing off.

The children looked around in excitement as they saw the soldiers training and practicing battle formations. Alerie was mesmerized to see a giant man with a fallen giant go against 7 men by himself and winning.

"That is Lord Tormund Giantsbane. He was once a wilding north of the Wall who now serves Lord Torrhen Stark till his last breath." Lord Sol said who had decided to ride in the carriage incase they had any questions. Alerie was amazed to see the legendary Tormund. Stories of the battles had been going around Tyrosh and Alerie even though her father's side was not winning was completely enamored by them. The combination of Tormund and Greatjon had most of the nobles praying they did not come near Tyrosh.

Arriving to a large castle their carriage was parked in the bailey of the castle as the door was opened by a much too handsome Dornishman who Lynesse recognized as Prince Oberyn. It was Prince Oberyn who Jorah had found a lucky opening against to win the tourney in which she was crowned queen of roses.

"Lynesse you are looking beautiful as the last time I saw you, Lord Stark is waiting you in the solar. And you must be Alerie and Malora, those are beautiful Hightower name." Oberyn said to the party. Before he could escort them in Lynesse and her children saw a strong man of 18 bearing a large beard and a fierce scar on his face that only added to his legend. Approaching them was the Savage Wolf himself, beside him was a large black wolf with eyes that showed pure death.

Torrhen walked quickly up to Oberyn with a letter in hand.

"Oberyn we have to head back to Sunspear, Lynesse you will face judgement there." Torrhen commanded with king like authority. Torrhen handed the letter to Oberyn who read it.

Dearest husband,

I hope this letter reaches you well love, I am sitting alone thinking about you in a very naughty way. I told you last letter about little Domina who looks the spitting image of you and already adores you just from the stories Bran is telling her. I talked to her grandmother who left a week ago and living with her mother she was treated as a lowborn bastard who not even her own blood would associate with. When we welcomed her with open arms and treated her like family she latched onto us, I am okay with it also. She may not be my natural daughter but she will treated as one.

Rhaenys went onto explain the situation recently with Aegon and his thugs. Both men were proud of her when she wrote that she killed two of them personally and ordered the one sent back without a tongue or cock.

Onto sadder news love. Nymeria who is 7 moons into her pregnancy is failing in health, the maesters are afraid she will not survive the birth. I don't want you rushing back forgetting your duties as their king but thought you should know. Please tell Uncle Oberyn as well.

Onto business love, Lord Hightower is still here will be here till the war is passed. He is sending support along our coastline since we heard chatter that the Iron Isles maybe taking advantage of our weakened naval presence on the coast.

Well hope to hear back from you soon husband.

Queen Rhaenys Stark

Oberyn had tears in his eyes, Nymeria had always been a fighter and here it sounded like her body was giving up the fight.

"Arthur and Jon are going to lead the men in my departure with guidance from Greatjon and Tormund. Lord Sol we have heard chatter of Tyrosh sending a huge fleet to take back the islands with transport ships behind them. Get with the Myrish admirals to suppress this invasion." Getting a nod from Lord Sol Torrhen and Oberyn got on their horses to leave for the docks. Lynesse had been ushered back into the carriage with her children and they were headed right back to the docks.

It was three days later that Torrhen who had enjoyed the company of the children and answered all the questions they asked, which were many. The children awed at the sight of the sun across the hot desert. The sand seemed go on forever. Bearing his black wolf armor and swords in place they were crossing the hot desert to Sunspear.

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Domina was bored out of her mind. She had learned that Prince Doran was wise but boy could he drone on. She had in her hand a large hand size wolf and lion crafted by her father. Torrhen in his boredom had started making figurines based on all the houses he could think off the top of his head. She was busy playing kill the lions quietly to herself when during court the doors were flung open and in walked a tall man with a large beard and large gash on his face, beside him was a pitch black wolf with death like eye. She knew this was her father.

The people of court court mostly containing rich merchants, minor lords who thought they were important, and traveling dignitaries had never actually seen the Savage Wolf or his wolf Artos. Most moved back closer to the wall.

"Lord Stark I am glad to see you but may I ask why you are here in court?" Doran asked from his sunspear throne.

"Brother we came as soon as we got the letter concerning Nym. Where is she?" Oberyn asked wearing his traditional armor. He was directed to his daughter as Arianne, Alerie, Rhae, and Domina came walking up to him. Attached to Domina's hand was little Ellaria Martell with a smile on her face at the sight of daddy and his woofy as she called Artos. They stepped aside to allow court to continue undisturbed.

Arianne approached her husband 6 months heavy with a sad smile on her face, she looked forward to the end of the war and this pregnancy till she could be with her Torrhen again. She knew Torrhen would be too gentle with her during her heavy state, she loved that about him but also drove her crazy. She pressed her lips against his and allowed entry of his tongue.

As Torrhen smiled separating from his first wife. He looked at the bald Alerie who still looked beautiful.

"Alerie I am sorry all the things that happened. I hope you can forgive me?" Torrhen asked as he pressed his lips against hers causing her breath to skip.

"I forgive you as long as you take me to the North with you so I can be with my Savage Wolf and maybe some guest." Alerie said as she gave a saucy wink over to Arianne who blushed a little bit at her desires.

Torrhen now approached the obviously nervous little 6 year old who had a hand on her wooden sword in the same stance Torrhen held many times.

"Now you must be the lemon right? Cause no girl could eat that many lemons and not turn into one." Torrhen broke the ice causing the little girl to laugh and Torrhen went to one knee. Pulling the girl into a hug she started to cry wishing her mother could be here.

"Father.. Is it okay if I call you that?" She asked nervously not wanting to upset him.

"Father.. No. Father is just so boring how about dad, daddy, wolfest with the mostest. Any will work." Torrhen told the girl as she pulled of his hug.

"Now I have other things that need attending but today I want to see how you are with that sword? I hear you are like my brother and your uncle Rodwell. Anyone like him is destined to be a great warrior, you know it took 1,000 men to bring him down?" Torrhen told the child.

"Torr quit lying to the child he was a great warrior not a dragon. Speaking of Rodwell how goes the war love?" Rhaenys asked as she received a seering kiss from Torrhen getting a eww from Domina.

As he broke away from Rhaenys he picked Ellaria who hugged him tight. The three year old's hair was in his face but he did not care at all.

"Good we will need to hold court though before I leave to judge Lynesse Hightower. Her lover is in Ghaston Grey and her two children are here as well. Alerie if you could find your father and find a Stark guard they will lead you to her so you can talk." He told Alerie who nodded and departed to find her father.

Walking down the hall Domina had grabbed onto Artos tail after they made an immediate connection. Reaching the door Torrhen entered alone to see a crying Oberyn holding his daughter who was telling him to stop crying. Torrhen looked at the once lively looking Nym who was never seen sitting down or not practicing her spear.

Her once beautiful black hair had started to get grey from the stress of the pregnancy, her cheeks had become hollow and there was enough life just to sustain the baby in her once fiery eyes. Walking up the other side of the bed he picked up little Damien who had been looking more and more like his mother and sat down in the bed with a drowsy Damien in his arms.

Torrhen tried to hold back some tears but failed till Nym wiped them away.

"My brave two men in life. First the dragon weeps for me, and now the viper and wolf weep for me too. Once I am gone there will be no more weepin for me. Name a waterfall after me, town, or even a whore house after me but no more weepin." She said pressing her now paling lips against his.

That night Torrhen slept in the same spot not even taking off his armor with Nym cuddling up against him. Oberyn fell asleep in that same chair until his paramour Ellaria came in and took him to her bed.

Both parents were awakened by the now 1 year old Damien wiggling in their arms. Smiling up at his parents. They did not see a Myrish Painter walk by the open door and put image into his memory to make a sad painting describing the mortality of their race.

After they arranged together a 1st nameday feast for little Damien Snow since Torrhen had missed it. They were distracted from their thoughts when a nervous Mya Stone knocked and entered the room. She had her black hair tied back and a dirty servants outfit on that looked like she had been scrubbing a floor all night long.

She dropped to her knees pressing her head against the stone. "Your Grace I am Mya Stone the Bastard Baratheon. I am here to serve you in anyway you see fit. Please let me show you that Baratheons are nothing but glorified servants that were allowed to rise up." Mya said now believing the words.

In a previous letter Rhae had explained to him the enjoyment she had breaking a bastard of King Robert. Torrhen knew he would have to reign in Rhae a little bit cause she could upset the whole Stormlands if she tried this with Shireen or any of her cousins.

Damien was now walking and playing with Artos touching it's sharp teeth and scratching its belly, the large wolf had a large relaxed look loving all his master's children to death.

"I am going to take Damien for a walk and you will serve Lady Nym till her pregnancy is up. Am I understood?" He commanded to the kneeling girl.

"Nym I will let you rest, I have court to hold today." Torrhen stiff in his armor still told his ill paramour. After a quick kiss he left his ill paramour with the Bastard Baratheon.

Walking down hall feeling the dry arid air made Torrhen miss Winterfell that much more. An hour later after both child and father had been washed Torrhen walked into the throne room to see that Rodrik Forrester was sitting next to his wife and daughter Mira. looking around he saw more and more men bearing the iron tree of forrester so his fresh assault team on Tyrosh had arrived early.

"Lord Forrester glad to see you made the trip early, how many men do you have with your?" Torrhen asked in his court clothes bearing the direwolf.

"15,000 men Your Grace and we are ready to conquer Tyrosh. We have been hearing the stories of our battles coming from the traders and we look forward to capturing that glory with you." Lord Forrester said with conviction.

"My Lady might I add you are looking gorgeous as always, the sun never set around your beauty." Torrhen kissed his wife's hand. Then turned his attention towards Mira.

"Lady Mira always a pleasure to see a great representation of the North serving my wife. I hear you do her a great service in court and continue to serve to this level and House Forrester will be greatly rewarded." Torrhen told Rhae's Lady in Waiting. Mira glowed at the compliment and Lord Forrester could only wonder what rewards could be in store.

After some idle chat it was time for court to be held. Rhaenys has come to the back room with her husband and Domina in tow. Rhaenys was in a beautiful silver dress that poofed out towards the bottom a little. Ellaria Martell his 3 year old daughter came running up to him.

"Daddy daddy daddy!" The little girl being adorable left into his arms and he lifted her high up in the air like a bird causing her to laugh and him to cringe in pain forgetting the stitches in his shoulder.

"Torrhen put her down before you have to see the maester again." Rhaenys chastised him. He held the little girl on his hip, the closer he examined his little girl she had all the looks of a northern child that had been kissed by the sun.

Behind the royal family stood Dame Obara Sand and Dame Brienne of Winterfell, Obara had taken Wolf Commander's duties while Ser Arthur was at war.

Hearing Kern howl Torrhen knew it was time to enter, with Ellaria securely on his hip and Rhae holding Dominas hand the guard opened the door.

"Presenting King Torrhen the second of his name and Queen Rhaenys Stark the first of hers." Ramsey Sand announced to the crowd, everybody bowed or curtsied. Ramsey saw the last minute additions and made the adjustments.

"With them is Princess Ellaria Martell and Princess Domina Hill." Ramsey announced the children. The announcement of his niece cause Quentyn to sneer at his birthright being taken away from while some were shocked to hear Domina announced as princess. Never had a bastard child been held so high in a Westerosi court before.

Torrhen and Rhae walked past House Hightower standing to the side of the aisle close to the throne. Before they walked up the steps both children were taken by Arianne and they both sat down before court. A chair bearing the dragon had been set up for the heavy queen.

"Rise, Ramsey you may continue." Torrhen ordered and all occupants straightened their backs.

"King Torrhen first we have House Hightower with Lady Lynesse to present her case." Ramsey Sand said in perfect articulation.

Lord Leyton Hightower stepped forward.

"King Torrhen thank you for seeing us and bringing my daughter back home. We hope you allow her safe passage to Oldstown with us including her two children. Also we understand their father is in Ghaston Grey for charges of piracy, rape, and murder. We hope you will allow us to have Alerie Ormollen and Malora Ormollen changed into Alerie and Malora Hightower." Lord Hightower asked his king. He had sworn his sword to Queen Rhaenys so he would have to respect any decision Torrhen would make.

"Lord Hightower I am pleased to finally meet you. I will gladly allow her passage to Oldstown if she cooperates with us in the investigation on Jorah Mormont. He is a self exile, not an exile by House Stark. We want to ensure he is sent to the wall or face Ice whatever it may be. Lynesse will you cooperate with us?" Torrhen asked the nervous girl. She knew that with all the political contacts they had built all over Westeros or Essos she would have to go to the southern continent to hide.

Stepping forward she curtsied before her new king and rose.

"Your Grace I don't know how much I can help you but I will do all I can. I understand my lover and the father of my children committed terrible sins but I plead you to let him have the option of the Wall. He is a strong fighter and I know it would hurt my children very much if he was to be executed." She had begged. Their relationship may have been crumbling but if their was one thing he was it was a good father, they would be crushed if he had to face Ice.

"Lady Lynesse we would consider it depending on one thing. We will not give you this for nothing so we ask that when your youngest is 11 years old she will come to court to serve as a Lady in Waiting. I cannot say who it will be then but that is our price." Rhaenys told the nervous mother.

"Momma what is a Lady in Waiting?" Alerie asked from behind her mother.

Lord Leyton went to hush his granddaughter until she was waved forward by the queen.

"Lady Alerie a Lady in Waiting is someone very important that helps them with certain aspects of a noble's life and give advice on decision." Rhaenys told the girl who did not quite understand but had a general idea.

"Your Grace we accept." Lord Hightower told from behind them.

"I do have a request of the court, I am not angry with King Torrhen but as a father I must challenge him to a sparring duel to see his aptitude for battle. If he is to take my daughter with him I will see his skills. I will not let her go to another useless oaf like last time." Lord Hightower said as he stepped forward. Both were in their court tunics so not armored at all. Willias who had just arrived back in Sunspear after going to all the Dornish noble keeps looking through their law books snorted at the insult on his father.

Rhaenys went to say something but her battle tested husband beat her to it.

"I accept live steel before court. No major strikes and first "kill" shot wins, agreed?" Torrhen asked getting a nod from Leyton. There was an excited buzz around court that they would see their king in a sparring session with the legendary Leyton Hightower. Walking down the stairs after kissing Rhae Torrhen was met by his daughter who had Artos by her side. She was giddy with excitement to see her daddy fight.

"Daddy you will beat him up something good I know it." She smiled up at him and received a warm kiss on her cheek for her comment which made her smile.

Walking towards the center of the aisle both men pulled their blades at their hips, there was some awes at those who got to see the valyrian blade.

With great speed and agility both men struck and counter struck each other leaving the the sound of steel clashing off each other. Torrhen had expected the 50 something year old Leyton to be slower but instead found why he was one of the most dangerous swords during Robert's Rebellion.

As both sought an advantage they turned up the pace, a few times Torrhen had to roll out of the way to avoid his beard getting a trim. Torrhen a young man was still quicker even though he was handicapped by the stitches in his arm. With a vicious counter that Leyton barely caught the old man's stamina started to give out, Torrhen seeing this pressed his advantage.

With a false lung causing Leyton's sword to go high Torrhen swept his foot across the man's calf hard causing him to tumble to the ground. When Leyton felt cold steel pressed against his neck getting his first one on one loss in over 30 years he dropped his sword.

There was a loud round of applause by the people who just witnessed a clinic in how to fight. You could see the lord's telling their squires tips about what they saw during the fight. The exhausted Torrhen extending his hand lifting Leyton to his feet was mauled with a huge hug by Domina.

The excitement of the week could not last forever though, Nymeria knowing how important Torrhen was to the war effort forced him to take her father back to the battlefield. It was two days later that Torrhen, Oberyn, Dame Brienne, Dame Obara, and the newly added Lord Hightower was on a ship back to war. Torrhen could only hope that Tyrosh did not take the islands canceling out his progress.

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Lord Sol was in a losing battle with a swarm of Tyroshi ships trying to keep their transport ships away from the Sleeping Refuge. He saw his first mate Joer Manderly who was the second son of Lord Wyman Manderly run up to him with a panicked look on his face.

"Lord Sol we have enemies on the port. We are down to about 400 ships and they still have 600 fresh ships. We must call the retreat Marcus The Wailing Isabelle is coming near and we can not take on Admiral Julius Stonehouse." His first mate said to his admiral.

Lord Sol knew that if he was to give up the men on the Sleeping Refuge would be slaughtered.

"Fuck that we will take on this legend and sink his ship." Lord Sol boomed with a determined look on his face.

Julius Stonehouse had once been Lord Stonehouse of Old Wyk and Balon Greyjoy's lead admiral. During the Greyjoy rebellions Julius had been in the open sea to the south when he saw Pyke burning. Knowing he torched many villages in the Westerlands and took many saltwives Julius knew death would be his sentence, he followed the southward winds towards freedom. Tyrosh had welcomed him with open arms making him their lead admiral in the wars against the other Free Cities.

"Attack formations." Lord Sol boomed as he positioned his ship just avoiding a scorpion bolt. With a large war horn the remaining ships pushed forward attacking the larger forces. Tyrosh had been a much stronger fight than that of the pirate queen's forces. They were led by seasoned war leaders and had ships made of stronger materials.

As Rodwell's Fury pushed forward it had taken out three ships with it's massive battering ram and was approaching The Wailing Isabelle when Lord Sol looked around and saw he had moved right into a trap. Seeing a large bolt take out his mast he was now dead in the water and the crew of 300 had their swords at the ready.

Marcus was about to pray to the gods when in the distance he saw what looked like 400 ships bearing a familiar sigil. Rechecking his eyes he confirmed it was the Stag of House Baratheon and the turtle of House Estermont of Greenstone. The closet ship that was near him trying to board Rodwell's Fury, he had his archers unload a hailstorm of arrows painting their deck in steel arrows and bodies.

The fresh ships of House Baratheon and Estermont were now meeting the battle and tearing through the outflanked Tyrosh ships. Julius starts to prepare for boarding of Rodwell's Fury coming at him on the left hand side. Lord Sol has another hailstorm of arrows killing 30 people but still not stopping the determine ship. Seeing the hooks pulling the two ships together Marcus pulls his blade ready to fight to the death.

A ship pulls to the other side of The Wailing Isabelle bearing a sigil of a black ship with an onion showing it to be House Seaworth. Marcus runs to meet the attackers with his men and his first strike gets a kill as he slices into a distracted sailor driving his sword into his side piercing the heart. He dances around some deadly blows delivering a couple more kills.

Marcus had become an accomplished swordsman since the war began. Him and his king would be bored so they would just drill and drill till these movements became second nature.

Walking towards him was a tall lean man of his 50's bearing the black blazier upon grey stones for House Stonehouse. A few of his men tried to become legends by killing him but only ending up with a long rapier deep in their belly. Julius looked up to see his target and their eyes met, instead of talking both ran at each other meeting steel high.

The pressure put on by his attacker took Marcus to the edge of the railing, he tried to get away from the railing but was blocked off by Julius's attacks. Taking a large cut across his ribs caused him to fall before the accomplished admiral. Marcus saw the blade coming down on him in a quick high arch ready to end his life when something surprising happened.

Davos Seaworth and his men secured the enemy ship and assisted in clearing out Rodwell's Fury of its attacker. An archer who killed the last of the pirates on the deck looked over and saw a high ranking enemy about to kill a new ally of his. Releasing a well placed arrow towards the enemy the steelhead pierced through the man's ankle.

Marcus looked up holding his sword in defense to see the arrow connect with the man's ankle causing him to halt his attack to scream at the unexpected pain. Seeing his opening Lord Sol lunged his sword up from the bottom of his jaw with the sword pushing through the top of his skull causing the man to fall over. The terror of Lannisport was now dead.

A little bit rounder man bearing the same sigil of the ship that saved him walked up to him.

"Lord Sol I am Ser Davos Seaworth and we were told to help you lads out. Looks like a good thing we came." Ser Davos said as he helped up Marcus. Marcus grabbed the legendary rapier to keep as a trophy.

"I am Marcus Sol and you have my gratitude. Any reports on if they made it to the Sleeping Refuge?" Marcus asked worried as the prisoners were gathered up.

"One transport ship made it through, our combined efforts sunk three, and we captured two more. You have your men secure the prisoners on his ship and we will take my ship to Sleeping Refuge." Davos suggested walking around checking the damaged sails. Within 15 minutes they were off passing through tons of debris. They saw of the 600 ships Tyrosh had sent they estimated 300 had been captured 300 had been sunked.

Arriving the to the island they saw the transport ship beached. Docking by the docks near Saltwood Castle they expected to see a huge battle going on. What they saw instead of battle was about 4,000 Tyroshi soldiers on their knees being tied up and everybody praising the strategy of Arthur Stark and Jon Snow.

"Marcus I hear we have the doe to thank for our hides being alive. Ah you must be a commander I thank you good ser. Squire get this man our finest ale for saving our worthless hides." Greatjon Umber booms and the squire runs off.

"I am Ser Davos Seaworth and it was a pleasure. I see from the praise that these two young men are recieving that they are the reason there are so many prisoners?" Ser Davos approached the young Starks cautiously trying to not startle the two wolves who were ready for more battle. He shook their hand when a beautiful redhead approached Jon Snow kissing him deeply.

"Yea it was kinda simple actually, we saw that thanks to your forces that out of the six or seven transport ships we had been expecting only two made it through. They would want to take the castle directly and quickly so we hid most of our forces in the woods and secured the castle gateway. We attacked from behind them and then opened the gates releasing the other half of our forces leaving them surrounded." Arthur explained in his bloody armor as he played with Dawn's ears causing them to twitch.

"Yup this stud and his cousin came up with the plan." Ygritte said proudly. On her hip was the war scythe that had a long flowing handle made of a strong oak and beautifully decorated. The blade continued the wave pattern and had been double edged for maximum damage. In her left hand was her spear that was becoming a menace to the pirates.

"How long before you give him your special gift." Tormund boomed behind them. At this both teens blushed. Jon being only newly 13 Ygritte made him wait till he turn age higher to receive special gifts from her.

"Tormund calm down now I am sure we will hear someone yelling JON JON OHH JON when the time comes." Arthur said teasing his cousin as he said it in a lusty moan. This got the whole crowd roaring laughing and Ygritte chasing Arthur with her spear.

"Well glad to see you all are having fun while a war is going on." A voice drawled behind them. They looked around and saw Stannis standing behind them. Arthur strode up to the Lord of the Stormlands.

"Lord Baratheon you have our thanks for the service you did for us. We have clean up already happening and prisoner gathering as well. If you would like to join us in the solar we can discuss things in more depth. Stannis nodded as all the generals and admirals walked up to the solar in Saltwood Keep. The soon to be 15 year old Arthur sat behind the desk as everybody found their seats.

"I take it you're the lead wolf in charge? Where is the main wolf right now? I expected him to be present." Stannis said as he accepted a glass of wine from a steward.

"My cousin is in Dorne attending to his sick heavy paramour Nymeria Sand. She is 7 months and is said to be dying. Maesters say she is only fighting long enough to give birth. Torrhen ravened me this morning and said he would be here in three days time."

"Once he returns we will take Darius's Fury which is the next island over and just before the final island on our northern progress off the Stepstones. Torrhen has intel that they will pool their defenses tight on the Final Step so we will wait for my father to finish his southern battles and meet up with us before we take the Final Step and then Tyrosh." Arthur said starting to walk back towards the castle, the group followed him.

"The first step will be two join our northern and southern forces, in order to do that we will need to take the Northern Gallows. We already have word Myr will be surrounding the island that is Tyrosh to stop all incoming and outcoming ships. Torrhen hinted that he already had a plan to take the North Gallows so we will wait to discuss that." Arthur finished and then looked at the savior that was Stannis Baratheon.

"Now Lord Baratheon let me ask you why did you actually help us?" Arthur posed the question to the stoic stag.

"With all due respect Arthur that is a conversation I will have with Lord Stark. Yes it is true I seek something but Torrhen is the one with authority in the things I need." Stannis replied. They talked about casualties, converting captured ships to their purposes, and transport to Ghaston Grey. 2 hours later all parties involved went their separate ways to finish necessary task.

In the quarters of Lord Baratheon Ser Davos was about to leave when he turned to Stannis.

"Do you think the Wolf Lord will approve of the match?" Davos asked concerning the plan to join Bran and Shireen.

"We can only hope Ser Davos. If Brandon Stark is anything like Eddard than it will be the best situation for her, plus my council alone will not stop my brother and his wife from starting the war with the North. We will need the leverage of a Stark in our possession if we are expect to win the upcoming war. The reports of his dominating victories and his growing allies will be a huge problem." Stannis said to his old friend walking over to a wall studying the painting having a funny feeling something was not right about it. Shrugging it off he walk away from the bad art showing the Stepstones.

"That fool Mace will be the first to fall and the Riverlands already are loyal to him. The Vale, Iron Isles, Westerlands, the Stormlands, and finally the Crownlands need to be strong and not allow him any more traction." Stannis thought out loud. They talked for a couple more hours about strategy while beyond that painting sat a shadow hiding behind a wall cavity listening in. As soon as Lynette heard Davos leave she quietly climbed out of the cavity to make her report.

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The mood of the once excited castle was now straight depressing and sad. When all the commanders and admirals met on the Final Step 4 moons prior it had been a joyous mood of preparing for war. Nathaniel was his lovable self causing all the people around him to just laugh.

Andreas Clawfinger would chime in to make lude remarks and tell entertaining stories while they discussed strategy for their impending victory.

Now Harloon and Nathaniel were killed in the war while Amelia Pyke, Tregar Ormollen and Andreas Clawfinger were being held prisoner by that wolf bastard in Ghaston Grey. They had entertained the idea of rescuing them but with Yronwood ships guarding the Sea of Dorne it would be suicide.

Justin Dwig was enjoying the peaceful silence walking down the hall while his twin Jonathan walked beside him. The tall lean Lyrish pirate with his black hair slicked back and face shaven clean opened the door to see Jasmine Tour'e the queen's sister who was currently the Master of Ships leaning over a sea map of the Stepstones, you could see the stress rolling off of her. Leaning over a tactical map next to her was the current Master of War Maxwell Tour'e placing wolf markers updating the map on the southern isles.

In the far corner of the room was a servant girl furiously scrubbing away at the blood stains left after an interrogation looking for a mole. They all suspected it was someone deep in Madeline's organization but could not get any leads still.

Justin personally was more worried about his kids and their fate if his ships was to be captured. He was loyal to Madeline but he knew he would betray Madeline in a heartbeat to save his children. They may be grown but as long as he breathed on this world he would watch out for them.

Walking into the solar office from the balcony came Madeline who looked like she had not slept for the past 3 day. Holding her hand was little Yennefer smiling holding a toy horse in the other hand. Madeline could only smile as she saw her last hopes walking through the door.

The Dwig brothers had been a set of ruthless brothers that had built a nasty reputation. Jonathan Dwig who captained The Pyrrhus had a nasty temper and a brutal streak in battle. His ship was made for one thing and that was pure destruction. There was rumor flying around that he would take out The Pyrrhus and practice on innocent fishing ships.

Justin Dwig was on the other side of the spectrum. It was said about him that there was no one more calculating and cunning than the captain of the Sulla. Being a master of war by his 20's the now 43 year old Justin would tear apart any library of a conquered keep hoping to expand that knowledge base.

Now he was a fair captain though to his captured. While his brother would want to sell a whole family of royalty to the slave market he would allow them to live in peace as long as they had a tribute ready for him when he came and visited.

"Justin, Jon thank the gods you are here we only have one chance at stopping the wolf onslaught." Madeline said relief. Her mannerism had become more jumpy as of late showing that the confident queen that led the assault on Rodwell Stark was no more. Left in her stead was a jumpy paranoid queen that would jump at seeing a small domestic dog.

She walked over to the map coverage of the Stepstones.

"You two will have to stop Yara Greyjoy and Aurane Waters from coming up from the south and taking Northern gallows. We cannot stop them from taking Darius's Fury so they will be to our left a few miles away. And Tyrosh is holding the coast of the undisputed lands so they have us to the right. As soon as they recover from the battle at sea they will be blocking up from the north so that leaves only the south. If you two can get a win there we can push back the onslaught and fight back." Madeline said outlining her battle strategy. Justin walked over and examined their possible moves and concluded she was right.

"What about the Golden Island? I believe that Annie Hornell is a competent admiral to hold them back, at least kill one of them for us. Although I would love to take that Yara as a saltwife I believe they are called." Jonathan joked, stories had gone around about how the rough faced admiral had captured the attention of many warriors based on her toughness alone.

"Yes she may be competent but not good enough to win or even kill one of them. My friends we have spread ourselves out too thin. My lover and brother died too early thinning us out from the beginning." Madeline told them with a sad smile missing James. He was a proven commander for the Targaryens during the rebellion and would have been a fantastic Master of War, now she was stuck with her cousin Maxwell who she love but very inexperienced.

"Gentlemen we are going to lose the Golden Island and Darius's Fury. We are not going to put up a fight for the latter so we can keep the resources here. We lose The Northern Gallow we lose the war. Jasmine." Madeline got the attention of her Master of Ships and sister.

"Yea sis how can I help?" She inquired taking a piece off the blood orange.

"If we do lose the Northern Gallows you will take an small vessel bearing the Stark sigil and navigate north taking my children to Pentos, we have cousins there to keep you four safe. You are skilled enough to get a single ship through so take my children away from here leaving me to my fate. I was the one who killed his brother so I will face my crimes if it comes to it." Both sisters hugged each other knowing it was the best course.

All were startled to see a large man with scars on his face wearing a black set of pit armor. Dutch Tour'e had been the patriarch of the family since their father died 10 years ago and came back. Before this Dutch and his brother in arms Randyll Harloon fought in the Fighting Pits of Meereen. They both had been undefeated refusing to fight each other.

"Maddy we have a problem, with the death of Admiral Stonehouse the Tyrosh fleet is closing up it's doors to us. Also I have heard reports that Tregar has officially ratted on your actions regarding the burning, raping, and pillaging. If you are caught it will not go good for you." Dutch said taking the seat next to Jasmine stealing her blood orange.

They continued to chat away about plans for the war and escape while the mole they had been searching for was busy scrubbing the floor of the person that died for her job.

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The cold wind cut through the forest leaving trails of frost anywhere it went. The wolfswood was a perilous journey for those who dared take the journey alone, 14 year old Cregan Snow was one of those fools.

Cregan was tall with a slender muscular body and long hair down to his back. His face was long and gaunt bearing strong grey eyes. Cregan's mother would tell him that he was an exact copy of his uncle even though Cassandra Snow would never tell him who it was. He had lived comfortably in the wolfswood for 14 years with his mom Cassie as her patrons called her at the Howling Inn, Cregan collected beaver pelts for Myrish traders to make ends meet. From their inn you could see the large structure of Deepwood Motte.

Cregan with a bow in his hands heard a loud groups of howls, his brain was telling him to run the other way as fast as he fucking could. He started to move in the other direction when he heard what was a small scared howl, he knew it was dumb but it sounded like a scared puppy needed help. His mother had said he would have a special connection with the forest but never explained more than that.

He had a feeling he was of Stark blood but it made no sense. Brandon Stark was already dead, Eddard is known as the most honorable man in all Westeros, and Benjen was of the black brothers. Approaching an opening he saw four large wolves ready to attack and kill what looked like a freshly born Direwolf. It had a coat of grey with black stripes and black eyes.

Raising his bow he released a perfect arrow that caught the wolf going for the kill directly in the head. Still with the element of surprise he quickly reloaded and released another perfect arrow at the next largest that was now looking in his direction. With two wolves dead the other two ran towards their attacker.

Cregan drew his sword and as the smallest wolf was lunging at him instincts forced him into the dirt and thrusting up lunging his sword into the jaw of the wolf. With three wolves dead the final wolf ran into the woods. Pulling his sword out of the wolf he sheathed his sword and walked up to the little pup that was now barking angrily and headbutting the dead alpha.

Looking he saw this was no regular wolf, the paws for a pup his size was much too big so he must be a freshly born direwolf. Where was the mother that was the question. Taking out a piece of salted bear he held it out for the still forearm sized pup. The wolf cautiously stepped forward smelling the meat before ripping it out of his hand and tearing into it. Carefully picking up the pup while he ate the bear they began the trek home after carefully placing the dead wolves in front of a bear cave that he knew just had new born cubs.

An hour later Cregan and the pup arrived at the Howling Inn and walked into see the large Ethan Glover having a conversation with his mother. They had members of House Glover and his sworn houses like Forrester always making a stop. The Savage Wolf even came in one time with his brother Rodwell and had a pint. He was never able to have an one on one conversation with Torrhen but he treated all his brothers and sister of the North like they were born Starks. Rodwell had even tipped his mother 500 dragons when their bill only came to 3, that paid for their food bills for 8 moons.

"Cregan what is that in your hand?" Cassandra screeched breaking off the conversation from the freshly returned Ethan Glover. Ethan looked around and could only look in shock to see a direwolf in his hands like the royal Stark family. He felt so dumb, he squired for Brandon and served in court for Torrhen. His first kiss was even Lyanna and he did not see the family connection till now.

"Cassandra who is his father? You have deflected this conversation for 14 years it's time you answer your lord." Lord Glover said with authority. Cassandra who was now petting the pup ready to chastised her son was shivering, they had been friends since they were both children and she never seen him this angry.

"Ethan I can't I already told you. If I told you I would disgrace an honorable man." The still pretty Cassandra said.

Ethan stood their piecing the clues until a shocked face came.

"Ashara is going to kill him." Ethan said quickly and turned towards his men that rode with him.

"You are not going to say a word about this, Eddard is honorable and made a mistake by Lady Ashara. You will keep quiet about this or else." Lord Glover told his nodding men.

"Ethan it's not Ned dammit plus he was at war when Cregan was conceived." Cassandra boomed out defending the honor of her sometimes friend Ned. They did not see each other often but they were always friendly with each other.

"Wait if he was at war the only Stark in Winterfell was…" He stopped mid sentence taking a seat.

"Yes Ethan this is Benjen's son. I was visiting Winterfell with your family during the war and me and Benjen had a night together. We were both young and lustful, by the time I went to send him the raven I heard he was on his way to the wall after burying Lyanna. I burnt the letter." She said in shame from keeping it from Cregan.

"Mother I am a Stark? Why did you not send me to Winterfell? I could have helped my cousin avenge Rodwell." Cregan boomed now mad it was hidden from him. Looking back he recalled that night Rodwell was at the Howling Inn he actually taught him how to hold a sword properly. It was not much but deep down he felt a familial connection.

"Cassandra did you fear bad treatment because of his status?" Ethan asked receiving a nod from her.

"Torrhen took Jon Snow as his squire and your son would had been treated with respect and honor. I hear that Torrhen is already planning a huge celebration for when they trap Jon by the godswood to marry Ygritte. There will be a huge feast in a bastards honor. Cassandra I have a question to ask you. Would you ever betray our overlords House Stark?" Ethan Glover asked receiving a answer he wanted, the hardest slap he had ever received on his cheek leaving a red hand spot on his pale face.

"The response hurt but what I needed to hear. Cregan are you ready to serve your cousin in Winterfell? Right now you would be serving Sarra." Cregan nodded to this.

It was 4 days later and the sigil of House Glover came to the entrance of the now 40,000 people Wintertown. Cassandra could only look in amazement at the age of progress Lord Torrhen had brought, the last time she was here it was only a town of 10,000 during cold moons and 2,000 during the warm season. Now this was a sprawling town of diverse shops and peoples, she did not even see the filth that she heard of from big cities. After walking by the third well constructed orphanage they entered a shopping district.

"You are to be presented before court so you two will look your best." Lord Glover commanded as they walked to a shop where they hand made clothes for court. An hour later the 5ft 7 Cregan walked out in a grey doublet that showed off his Stark features while his mother looked beautiful in a traditional grey court dress.

As they were walking toward the largest castle Cregan had ever scene they were cut off by a large direwolf being chased by it's owner. The girl of 10 chased the wolf yelling "NYMERIA" and this caused a few of the people in the town to start laughing.

"Sylvia Stark get your fucking wolf under control." Maege Mormont bellowed causing both the wolf and master to stop in the middle of the road and look at Tundra.

"Ethan thank the gods you are here I need your help, I need you to put her and the wolf under the most gruelling training program the North has ever scene. They are becoming a menace without Torrhen." Maege said to her old friend. Said wolf walked up calmly up to Tundra in Cregan's arms and licked the pup.

The pup starting barking in a challenging tone showing some spunk. Both Sylvia and Maege looked at the face of the boy and had a shocked face on.

"Maege Torrhen kept her under wraps because he gave her stuff to do. He had her learning Valyrian, sword play, archery and so on. I bet you just want her to sit still." Ethan said as he walked forward. Maege looked at the mother and son and frowned.

"Ethan I am not going to ask because we have to get to court but lady for your sake that better not be whose child I am thinking off. Sylvia you wanna be Wolf Guard so we will start training you like a Wolf Guard. Dacey will start training you after we are done with court now we all must head back." Maege commanded and an hour later Sarra was sitting on the throne with her princess tiara on with little Torrhen Mormont in her lap.

"Presenting Lord Ethan Glover of Deepwood Motte and his guest Cassandra Snow and Cregan Snow." Cregan Cassel boomed.

The three of them walked through the door and as soon as they were halfway an angry Ashara was walking up to the group with fire in her eyes. Pulling the dagger from a guard she quickly approached Cassandra pressing the steel against her throat. All of court went silent.

"Aunt Ash put the blade back and return." Sarra boomed with a Stark like presence but Ashara stayed still.

"No offense to you lad and I won't put any blame on you but Lady Snow you have 5 fucking seconds to tell me this is not Eddards child." A passionate Ashara told her. She trusted and loved Ned but anything was possible.

"No Lady Ashara this is not Eddard's child." Cassandra said quickly feeling sharp steel leave her neck.

"LADY ASHARA I WILL NOT BE DISRESPECTED IN COURT AGAIN." An angry and insulted Sarra boomed causing Ashara to quiver at her niece's rage. She was truly the child of Brandon. She quickly approached the throne and curtsied holding it in place.

"My apologizes Princess Sarra, I apologize for disrespecting you in court and will remove myself right away." Lady Ashara said submissively knowing her niece could make her life a living hell and would not allow any more insults to her honor.

"Go on then and report to my Solar after night meal." Sarra commanded pick up the now crying Torrhen Mormont from his Aunt Dacey's hands and cooing him calm. The three year old look calmed down and Sarra looked up for them to proceed.

They walked up with Cassandra going to a curtsy and the two men bowing.

"Rise, now why does this child my age look exactly like Uncle Eddard?" Sarra commanded and all three resumed their prior positions.

"Princess Sarra I would like to present Cassandra Snow who is a loyal servant to the House of Glover thus loyal to the death to House Stark. Beside her is your cousin but not from you Lord Eddard. The child next to me belongs to Benjen Stark." Ethan Glover told all those in court. Today's court was what people were starting to call Wolf Court, all those loyal to House Stark gaining their royal status would assemble to talk about trades, shipbuilding, financing and other matters towards the future war effort.

There was a shocked mummur throughout the crowd.

"Lady Cassandra is this true that my cousin is standing before me?" Sarra asked in a commanding presence. Cassie and Cregan could not be in awe of her.

"Yes Lady.. I mean Princess Sarra. When Benjen was in Winterfell ruling during the Rebellion we had a night of passion, when I was about to write to him about my pregnancy he was already off to the wall. I was afraid he would be an outsider so I never brought him to court." Cassandra told the court. Cregan decided to ask a question burning his mind.

"Is it true that my cousin Lord Torrhen Stark is now King Torrhen Stark the second of his name?" Cregan asked bravely.

"Yes it is cousin, yes it is. You look to be strong and would be a welcomed addition to our family. Speaking of addition to our family we see you have a new addition what is his name?" Sarra asked staring at the pup in his hand.

"Thank you Princess Sarra I wanted a strong name so I chose Tundra." Cregan said proudly, even though he found out he was a Stark four days ago he was still a proud support of House Stark like every true northerner. Sarra walked up and petted the pup and without fear little Torrhen being lifted by Aunt Sarra petted it too.

She addressed court.

"My father was not very faithful to his marriage vows I know this. If I start receiving waves of people claiming to be my half sibling and try stealing my brother's throne I will personally see that the house that supported the claim cease to exist. Am I clear?" She boomed out, she was happy to accept Cregan who looked like a good guy but did not want to set a precedent.

"Yes Princess" The whole court said at different times.

"Cregan Cassel I want you to write Uncle Benjen and tell him he is required in Winterfell to take the throne while me, Lyarra, and Lady Mormont are in Harrenhal next week. And before you ask Sylvia you are not ready for responsibility yet, you're getting better but not ready yet." Sarra ordered.

That night the whole Stark family had a private dinner and by the end of dinner Cregan felt at home and excited to see his father after all this time.

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Eddard was reading a letter from his wife again smiling how his little girl wanted to be a member of the Wolf Guard growing up. He wanted her to be a happy excitable girl no matter how much trouble she caused forever but knew this would make her happy. A warm gust of wind blew threw the wind making him miss his cold northern home. Looking down while in his training armor he saw his army of Quiet Wolves getting ready for the battle on the morrow.

Hearing footsteps behind him he saw his friend Randyll Tarly coming up the stairs. He had not connected on this level with a person since his foster brother Robert taught him some techniques with the great sword.

"There you are friend, Ser Arthur said you received some ravens from home. Anything of interest? I mean I don't wanna pry…." Lord Tarly started to apologize but was waved off.

"Randyll it's fine nothing too spicy only that Sylvia confirmed she wants to be a Wolf Guard member. Apparently soon Maege Mormont was going to supervise her training. Gods love Maege and all she does for our family but I would not wanna be trained by that maniac." Eddard said getting a laugh from Randyll who heard the stories of Maege and her fierceness if you could call it that.

"Ned can you think of any strong northern woman for my Dickon? I am getting offers but they are all frail southern woman. After getting to know you northerners I want him to have an equal in ruling not a just a wife." Randyll asked grabbing some of the cheese that Eddard had brought up for him as a snack.

"Don't expect any of the Stark woman now Randyll. Lyarra I imagine will not wanna leave Harrenhal once they settle there. I know Dornish woman are strong and I know they do not have the birth status but if you want a strong loyal family to merge with you may look at one of the Sand Snakes. Besides that I know Mira Forrester is going to be a strong northern woman, her personality is just overwhelmed by Queen Rhaenys." Eddard informed him as he walked towards his started flagon taking a drink.

Randyll went to reject the Sand Snakes right away but remembered how strong Nymeria was before getting sick and how strong Obara is. Plus would be a good bridge between the Reach and Dorne.

He went to respond before a messenger bearing the squid of Greyjoy came running up.

"Lord Eddard your presence is required in the Solar. Lady Yara and Lord Aurane have captured 500 sell swords that fled the service of the pirate queen." The messenger informed them and all three were bounding down the stair entering the Solar. Against the Solar wall he saw 500 tied up sell swords and on a few of them he saw the 4 ravens on a backdrop of lightning.

Yara who was in her ship armor and cutlass by her side was sitting in the now disfigured stone throne. Torrhen was going to have to use some money to restore these islands properly. As she saw Eddard she rose with a smile allowing him to take the seat.

"I recognize the banner now why do we have 500 Stormcrow escaping to the Summer Isles I imagine?" Eddard posed to the person who was clearly the leader. Daario who had still been in his armor but his blades and the sword he took off the Khal he killed had been put aside.

"Lord Eddard we are in fact sell swords but me and the boys were out voted in supporting the pirate queen. I know it may seem silly to wanna join your side right away but I am guessing it's we switch, the Wall, or you take our heads. Do I have that correct?" Daario asked the judging eyes of Eddard.

"Aye that sums it up. We will not be paying you though, you will be folded with the army and your banner will be burnt. Now I understand your honor is based on the golden dragon but let me tell you something, if you burn a Stark on an honor agreement we take that very seriously and will burn the Summer Isles to get to you. Are we clear?" Eddard said with a promising look making Daario nod. He had heard stories about the Stark honor and did not want to piss of the Savage Wolf, he did not earn that nickname by asking people nicely.

Eddard initially wanted to send them to Ghaston Grey but figured they would be a boon to his southern assault. They also committed no crimes in Westeros so they could not be punished actually, they did not need to know that part though.

"Lord Eddard me and Aurane need a bigger boarding crew. Do you think we could take them with us on the battle tomorrow. I will keep an eye on him and personally kill him if he crosses us." Yara asked getting a nod from Eddard. They had been wanting to steal as many ships from her as possible to use as fire ships.

"Aye that would work. Now if you do good for us I will put in a good word for my nephew and you may be able to help out your men so you don't have to run around taking suicide missions for gold." Eddard informed him as he looked looked around the destroyed throne room.

"That would be nice Lord Eddard but me and my boys enjoy action, would we still get to spill blood even after this war?" Daario asked as he received his arakh and was cut free.

This comment made all the people who knew Torrhen well laugh.

"Daario you are serving Lord Stark and if there are two things he is great at is politics and pissing people off." Aurane said walking up to the now former sellsword.

As they left court Daario could not believe how lucky he and his men were. Anybody would have killed them for the jobs they had before but here they were given an opportunity to get a steady golden dragon stream. It was also known Torrhen rewarded his friends greatly.

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The Sea Bitch was facing a fleet of 400 ships blocking their path to the Golden Island. Behind her was 600 ship ready to get this war over with and head back home. Yara dressed in her sea armor that could be tore in case she needed to go for a swim. Her sails beared the Greyjoy squid proudly and with the help of her king would rule the Iron Isles, not fucking Theon.

"We are all ready Yara. Shall I sound the horn?" Madison Rivers asked. This war had been everything the redhead had wanted. Madison who had been ousted from her home in the crossing by her father Walder Frey. Walking into the waiting arms of King Torrhen on his way back from the Tourney of Riverrun she never looked back. At first she had been resistant about serving him but the deeper and deeper she dug the more she did not want out of her freshly dug hole.

Madison hated her father and all the Frey's and wanted revenge for insults thrown her way. She was promised she could see the Twins burn by Torrhen and he would keep that promise.

The loud war horn was blown calling for all ships to raise anchors and charge forward and the scorpions released the bolts sending 30 or so ships to the bottom of the sea. Her ships moved forward in a straight line to give the view of a straight on battle. As they got close 100 ships they had put to the right and left side came from hiding around Treasure Island to flank them.

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Annie Hornell knew she was fighting a losing battle for her queen from the moment she sailed from the Final Step. The possibility was high that she and the Sea Rose would be lying at the bottom of the sea but would fight regardless. Coming from a Pentosi royal family that effectively knelt to the Dothrakis she knew the open sea was for her. Still learning the ropes of the seas she was surprised when she found out that she would be in charge. That was until Annie found out she was not expected to win or even survive. Seeing a ship called The Bastard Driftwood coming her way she knew she was in trouble.

Attempting to ram them the dirty blonde directed her ship towards the hull only to be smacked off course by an allied ship. The little move was enough to get her sideways and the larger ship throwing the boarding hooks. Readying her sword she saw a beautiful man with silver hair and purple eyes. If she did not know any better she would have guessed a Targaryen but knew this was Aurane Waters of House Velaryon.

Approaching her quickly in his purple armor and long narrow sword drawn she pulled went to an overhead defense just in time not realizing how quick this man was. They parried a few times back and forth with Aurane gaining the pressure advantage. She was pushed towards the railing, just dodging out of the way of a hard overhand blow the sword got stuck into the railing.

Seeing this as her opening to run she bounded down the stairs to her right to escape. Seeing all her men start to surrender she missed the second to last step causing her to twist her ankle and fall to the ground holding it in pain.

A smirking Aurane came walking up to her sword in hand kicking her sword away and pressed the cold steel tip against her throat causing her to pray to all the gods in the known world.

"Please don't kill me I beg of you. I will kneel before Lord Stark and serve him if you let me live." She was begging now. Without saying a word he sheathed his sword and walked away, in his place 3 of his sailors came and helped her up and escorted her to the rest of the prisoners. She looked around to the rest of the fleet and saw almost no ships had been sunked and 300 ships now had Stark forces securing them. She had been outclassed, outmatched, and outwitted and now she would pay for serving the pirate queen.

(30 minutes prior)

Yara was sailing around avoiding direct hull hits trying to capture as much of this fleet as possible. Looking on the deck she saw Daario and her men checking their blades ready to spill some pirate blood. All around her the ships of her fleet was boarding the vessel and doing clean up, from the corner of her eye she saw a three tiered ship heading south trying to escape and found her target.

She proceeded to give chase on the large ship with the maroon red sails. The Stepstones were getting smaller behind them as they traveled farther out, a well placed fire arrow stopped their progress when the sales went ablaze. Pulling to the side of the ship and securing the connection with boarding hooks a wave of sellswords jumped upon the enemy vessel, Daario with his smooth cuts made short work of his opponent. Yara pulled her cutless to join the fight and leapt aboard the enemy ship. She was met by a pirate in rough armor, ducking under his blow she sliced down at the knee cap separating the leg from the body.

Walking away from the screams of the legless man she was then met by two females with rough faces that attacked her at the same time, she dodged the left while parrying the right. She dodged and parried until she saw the opening, grabbing coat of the left one after dodging a strike she threw her head first into the other head causing both women to bounce off each other. With a smooth motion of the cutlass both head seperated the body with a single motion.

From the deck came two large men who looked like twin holding war hammers, they saw her and started to attack her with a fury. Some of her men tried to help only to have a cracked skull thanks to the warhammer.

Madison put an arrow into the shoulder of one but she was soon overwhelmed and had to take care of the pirates around her. Trying to dodge one heavy blow she ended up walking into a well coordinated move, only thanks to the agility drills was she able to catch only a graze of the hammer on her thigh. It was enough to make her go tumbling on the deck.

Smiling the right twin had his hammer high for the kill shot when he suddenly stopped, an arakh pushed through the front of his chest piercing the heart. The twin in a rage went to attack Daario who had just pulled his sword out when Yara grabbing her sword sliced the ankle of the man off. Getting to her feet sore from the battle of the now captured ship she brought the cutlass down on the man's head causing it to roll away.

Looking up she met the eyes of the bloody Daario.

"Thank you Daario I owe you." Yara said solemnly as she heard Madison blow the war horn for Lord Eddard to proceed. They walked back to her ship as she saw the Pandora which was being used for transport off to the Golden Island.

Daario with with his split goatee was looking at the damage to both ships. And back into her eyes and saw a beauty he had never seen before. It was the strength of a warrior that beated through her whole body. He was shaken from his thoughts by the groaning of a prisoner in pain.

"Think nothing of it Yara, you saved me now it's my turn." He smiled back at her and they went back to work.

It was 3 hours later and the Stark fleet with the addition of 200 new ships pulled into a large dock on the Golden Island, walking up to Yara was Aurane who had been there an hour waiting for her.

"Looks like we made a good haul, 200 more ships and a 6,000 more prisoners. Lord Eddard and Lord Tarly just secured the island as well, they only had a force of 1,000 here. I am thinking they knew they were going to lose this island." Aurane said as he looked a fresh bruise she was sporting.

"Before you say anything we can't all be as pretty as you now can we." She jested with him light patting his cheek.

Walking behind her was Daario and his men who followed Yara to the Inn. That night all parties slept a little happier they were only a few battles away from going home.

A/N:

Melissa Pyke

Captive and friend with Amelia Pyke

Bastard of Lord Rodrik Harlow

Abigail Snow

Bastard daughter of Greatjon Umber

Long time friend of Torrhens

Juliet Storm

Bastard daughter of Robert Baratheon

Julius Stonehouse

Balon Greyjoy's main adimral not name Greyjoy

Fled justice in the open sea

Justin Dwig

Infamous pirate with twin brother

Jonathan Dwig

Twin brother of Justin

Maxwell Tour'e

Madeline's Master of war and cousin

Dutch Tour'e

Madeline's Uncle

Former pit fighter and honorable warrior

Cregan Snow

Benjen's bastard child

Cassandra Snow

Benjen's lover during Robert's rebellion and Cregan's mother

I know some of you are thinking "Really another new Stark" but he will be very important to the story in the future. I know kinda lazy naming of his wolf but he is from the cold region.

Bats will soon morph into Shadows. Evolution of the group from simple spies to assassins as well.

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