From now on I will take more time to update. I hope there aren't more than two weeks between every chapter.

DAENERYS

Dany opened her eyes in the middle of the night; she had dreamed of the prophesy again. It was strange because she hadn't thought of it in quite a long time. To be honest, she wouldn't have remembered what she saw at the House of the Undying if Moqorro hadn't transmitted the message from the flames.

"The girl is dangerous, my Queen." He ventured in a solemn voice.

"You don't have to tell me, priest; she almost killed Aegon." For some reason, she immediately thought of Arya Stark. "But things have finally calmed down and she isn't a threat for me, so you don't have to worry." She said trying to convince herself as well; it would be stupid no to be cautious with a Faceless Assassin.

"I'm not talking about the wolf girl, dear Queen. I'm referring to the one they call the Winter Maiden." Dany shivered; there were no more conflicts between her other nephew and her anymore, but the wildling had always made her feel uncomfortable. "There's something unnatural about her."

"How can you tell?" It was unimportant if she shared the priest's opinion, if there was something… or someone to take care of, she must have proofs to show to Aegon… and Jon.

"I felt it from the very beginning, so I asked R'hllor for images of her and the god showed me an army of ice soldiers devastating the world. Listen to me, Queen Daenerys, she carries the winter within her, cold follows her wherever she goes, her soul is made of ice… and ice is the enemy of fire, your enemy." She remembered. In the prophesy Dany was riding Drogon against an army of ice soldiers, which melted under the Dragonfire; she hadn't thought it real.

"She brought my nephew here to meet the dragons and they warned us about the White Walkers…"

"That doesn't mean she isn't a servant of the Great Other. She could have a mission here."

"Like killing my dragons?" The priest assented. Dany suddenly felt angry; she knew hot to kill a dragon.

"That would shatter mankind's hopes to survive what's coming. She already killed the captain who was a servant of the Red God." She hadn't been fond of Victarion Greyjoy and his pretentions to become her king, but the priest had been sure he was meant to play an important part in the prophecy of Azor Ahai, since he rescued her from the siege of Meeren.

"We can't do anything to her; she has not given signals of betrayal. However I think it's better to keep an eye on her, priest; that would be your task." Dany decided to entrust the mission to him and forget the matter until they could obtain more information.

"I'll do my best, my Queen. Unfortunately, she has escaped from my reach."

Dany decided to entrust the mission to him and forget the matter until they could obtain more information. However, the conversation had been wandering in her mind since the party sailed to the Vale, almost two moons ago. The wildling had limited to defend Jon and Arya Stark, but Dany remained restless. It wasn't healthy to believe in prophesies; they made her wary of everyone around her, but sometimes they became real… at least for her.

A treason for blood, a treason for love and a treason for gold. The wilding was not related to any of those prophecies and the one about the ice army was very vague, then there was no way to ensure she was a threat.

Beware of the mummer's dragon. Her brother told her and she analyzed his words.

If Jon is a dragon… could she be the mummer? The priest told her, she might be a servant of the Great Other. She could be manipulating one of the dragon heads to destroy the other two. What am I supposed to think? If she acted and the priest was right, it would be for everyone's best; if the priest was wrong, it would grant her yet another conflict with her nephews.

Dany sat up rather violently as if that could clear her mind; she couldn't stand her thoughts anymore. She felt Daario moving in her bed and then his fingers running through the bare skin of her back. That helped her relax a bit and she internally thanked him for his presence.

"My Queen is unable to sleep." His hand had not abandoned her back.

"Sorry if I woke you. I have lots of things inside my head." The room was completely dark, but Dany knew he must be smiling.

"I can't sleep if my Queen is worrying alone, surrounded by darkness." Daario took one of her hands and kissed the palm. "Is there something I can do for my Queen? If it's a man what's keeping you awake, you only have to say the name and I will kill him."

"It's not a man, but a woman."

"Then I'll kill her." Danny smiled.

"You can't get rid of all the people that disturb my sleep; that would make an entire kingdom, my kingdom."

"You don't need them, my Queen. I'm the only subject you need." He kissed her shoulder and Dany sighed with pleasure. "Tell me how can I help you?"

After a while, Dany decided to speak.

"What do you think of that Cyara girl?"

"You mean the Winter Maiden?" He asked although he didn't wait for her answer. "I rather like her; she's beautiful, smart and looks pretty dangerous, everything I like in a woman."

"Then go find her bed." Dany frowned and pinched his hand until he chuckled.

"Don't be jealous, dear Queen. There's no one more dangerous or more beautiful than you." Daario pushed her back to the bed and started to deliver kisses all over her body. She entangled her fingers in his mane and when he found her nipple she moaned, forgetting every treacherous prophecy in her mind.

TYRION

He was playing cyvasse with Black Balaq, while drinking dornish wine. The captain of the archers was a good player and Tyrion was having fun… or he would be having fun, if not for Strickland and his complaints and Jon and his concerns. He had made an effort to understand Jon's situation, but he wasn't ready to endure the commander's cries.

How can a fucking soldier be so whiny?

After the first week, Strickland had locked up himself in his tent and almost no one paid attention to him. From time to time he got out to express how dangerous it was what they were doing and even dared to imply that Arya Stark and the Winter Maiden might have been killed by a beast or the cold and they should return to the castle in the Storm lands.

Jon was quieter, but he couldn't stand still and Tyrion had had enough of his night walks and gloomy faces; he had decided to ignore him. Right now, he was rubbing his hands, pretending to watch the cyvasse match; however, it was clear he was not interested and the atmosphere he created made Tyrion uncomfortable.

"What is it?" Tyrion surrendered.

"I've been thinking we should have sent a messenger with them. What if they need to ask for help?" Jon answered quickly and Tyrion knew he had been waiting to bring out the topic.

Is he really a dragon? Tyrion had witnessed how he rode Rhaegal, but the third dragon head lacked of all the self-confidence his brother and aunt had.

"A messenger would've delayed them. Plus, they weren't going to do anything dangerous so there's no way they could need help; they were just going to observe the situation."

"Why haven't they come back yet?" Tyrion sighed and tried to remain as calm as he could. If the leader was restless, he could transmit the feeling to the men.

"Who knows?" He shrugged. "They needed to rest, they found something interesting or the weather got in their way; winter is unpredictable."

"Arya isn't used to that kind of journey." Tyrion frowned, his game was completely forgotten and the wine wasn't good enough to make him feel better.

"But our Maiden is; she will take good care of your sister." That didn't calm him down.

Maybe I wasn't born to deal with princes… well; I guess he's still way better than Joffrey.

"I'll tell you what. If they don't return by the end of the moon, we'll go look for them."

"Fine." Was all the answer he received.

Tyrion didn't want to move. They were well positioned, ready for a fast escape and two riders were better hidden in the woods than two hundred men, if an army was spotted, they would inform King's landing. He wanted to believe in the ability of these two women; they have proven to be more capable than many men.

And more loyal than any soldier. Fortunately, there was no need to move the campsite. They were finishing their monotonous dinner, when the lookout blew the horn to announce that someone was approaching. Jon darted to the exit of the tent and Tyrion followed him more slowly. Ten archers were prepared to shoot if necessary. One of the riders shouted something unintelligible, but they recognized Arya's voice and the archers retrieved their arrows.

As they came closer, Tyrion noticed there were more than two riders. One of them was a tied blonde man and Arya was riding with a brunette girl. Jon ran to hug his sister and Tyrion waddled towards Cyara, who was helping the blonde man to dismount.

"Who are they?" She pulled a face. The man gave him a curious look.

"Things got complicated… Robert Arryn is dead."

Fantastic.

"This is Harrold Hardyng, now Arryn, the heir to the Vale." She pointed to her prisoner.

They weren't going to do anything dangerous. Tyrion had truly believed his words.

"You always surprise me, my Lady." He laughed. Only Arya Stark would be bold enough to suggest kidnaping the heir to the Vale, because he was sure it had been her suggestion, and only the Winter Maiden would be capable enough to make it possible.

"We don't have much time; the knights from the Vale must be right after us." She spoke to the captain of the archers. "I want the arches to be prepared to receive them, not to attack them, but they must keep them away from the campsite." Black Balaq was one of the few men who respected her and he gave the orders immediately. She directed to another soldier. "Take him to a tent; give him food and a change of clothes. He is to be treated well… unless he tries to escape again." Tyrion arched a brow. "What? I offered him the opportunity to ride freely and he rejected it."

"You're always so kind. I would've tied him from the beginning. Whatever, who's the girl?" She had been standing silently near them, observing Arya and Jon; she had not paid attention to Tyrion; he talked to her.

"My lady, don't be scared, we don't mea…" She turned and the moment she saw Tyrion, she froze. Tyrion winced before saying, "Gods be good, I've finally found you, sweet wife." Sansa Stark paled and looked for her sister.

Of course, I should have figured it out sooner. Only Baelish could have taken Sansa Stark away from my sweet sister's reach. That little leech… Some things started to fit perfectly in Tyrion's head. I'll have to save it for latter.

"Arya!" Sansa called her sister and she ran to her with Jon behind her. Based on Jon's reaction, Tyrion knew Arya had already told him who the girl was. Jon smiled and was about to hug her, but retreated almost immediately. He only put a hand on her shoulder.

"Sansa, it's wonderful to see you again. Are you hurt?" Sansa looked between her siblings and Tyrion before answering.

"I'm fine, thank you, my bastard ha… cousin." Jon took his hand away from her shoulder, he looked hurt.

Not even tragedy changed the way she treats Jon Snow. Tyrion figured it was a reflection of Lady Catelyn's treatment towards the boy.

"Could you tell me what is Tyrion Lannister doing with you?"

"Sansa, stop it. He is not what you think." Arya's words surprised him a lot.

"You're being too cold, my lady. I've missed you so much." She paled again and Tyrion smiled. Cyara cleared her throat.

"It's really sweet to witness your reunion, but we have more important issues to discuss. May I suggest we enter your tent, Jon?" Jon nodded.

Cyara told them everything about Robert Arryn, Harry the heir and how she had incited Lord Royce to follow them. "Once he arrives, we can offer to get rid of Baelish for him in exchange of the alliance. If he refuses, we'll keep the heir as our hostage."

Harry the heir is the heir but Yohn Royce is the one the other lords follow. He had to admit it was convenient to have the heir in their power.

"It's a bit aggressive, but maybe he hates Baelish more than us." Tyrion commented.

"What are we going to do about the betrothal?" Arya asked and Sansa looked Tyrion intensively.

"I don't think we have to tell them who Sansa, really is. That way she could be free." Jon said.

"Free? I'm Lady Lannister." Tyrion frowned, he was getting angry.

I never did anything to you. I even tried to protect you from my monstrous nephew.

"Dear wife let me remind you our marriage was never my desire and I'm not planning to force you to carry on with the farce. As soon as this fucking war ends and the dragons sit on the Iron Throne, we can nullify the marriage." He should have stopped there, but he wasn't going to allow the little Lady to look down on him. He smiled. "It will be easy, since we didn't consummate it… unless Baelish has by any chance mistaken you for your lovely mother or the heir has already gotten what he wanted from you." Jon was pale and Sansa was dark red.

"Harry would never do that? He is kind, brave, strong and honorable; he's the best sword of the Vale." Sansa recited.

She had used the same words to protect herself when she was in the Red Keep, but there was something different in them this time. Tyrion wanted to see more of her reactions.

"Lady Cyara, how come you were able to subdue the best sword of the Vale?" Cyara didn't seem to be fond of the young knight; Tyrion could only imagine the reason.

"He thought I was a maid trying to give him a night service. He was too busy unlacing his pants to realize I was going to tie him." She turned to Sansa. "You shouldn't think so high of him, Sansa." Sansa didn't even regard her.

"Jon, I suggest you reconsider the selection you made for your companions. I highly doubt a wildling is a proper guard for a prince, especially someone so impertinent." Sansa had suddenly changed her treatment towards Jon, as if she had never treated him as a bastard. Cyara and Jon kept silence.

"It's enough, Sansa. We don't know Harry the heir as you do, but remember what happened with the last person you thought so high of." Arya Stark suddenly sounded older and wiser than a twelve year old girl; that softened Sansa's expression.

"If Lord Tyrion promises he will nullify the marriage, is enough for me. I have nothing to do with your war."

"I'm sure Aegon will allow you to return to Winterfell when the war ends." Jon told her.

"That is if they win the war."

"Sansa, you must be very tired. I'll take you to our tent." Arya stood up and took her sister.

"I don't know how to say this… If I were you, I wouldn't trust Sansa." Jon didn't say anything. "She has changed; I think she has spent too much time with Baelish."

"You mean she wasn't that lovely before?" There was some kind of bitterness in Cyara's voice. She had made the mistake to treat her the way she treated Arya.

"We should prepare to receive Yohn Royce." Jon changed the topic.

"I think we should speak with the heir. Royce seems to be interested in have him as the Lord of the Vale; he was going to allow him to marry a bastard girl. If we convince Harrold Arryn first, Royce could be easier."

They ordered one of the soldiers to bring their guest. Harrold Arryn was wary at the beginning, especially with Cyara. Tyrion would have given anything to see how the Winter Maiden had put the arrogant knight in place. They told them about their plans and how the Crown would be eternally indebted to the Vale if he helped the dragons to recover the Iron Throne and he looked like he was really considering the offer. Young knights always saw glory in the war.

"Sounds interesting and I don't enjoy those Lannister sitting on the throne." He looked at Tyrion. "Of course you are different, my Lord." He added.

"Of course I'm different, I'm a dwarf." Harrold Arryn almost smiled.

"Could you convince Lord Royce?" Jon was being too direct.

"I could, but I want something in exchange."

He's not a complete idiot.

"And what could that be?"

"I'm going to become the Lord of the Vale… a lord needs a proper wife." He looked between Jon and Cyara before adding. "I want to keep the engagement, a daughter from Winterfell would be very appropriate."

Very appropriate, considering she is the heiress of the North.

"Taking on account our first meeting, I doubt you would be an appropriate husband for Sansa Stark." Cyara told him coldly.

"I'm a man with certain needs, but I don't have a wife to attend my needs… not yet."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Sansa happens to be married… with me. If you want a Stark wife, you'll have to convince Arya Stark, which is more than improbable for someone like you." Jon didn't like the comment at all.

"She told me you promised to set her free after the war."

"You talked to her?" Cyara was in disbelief.

"She sent me a note with one of the soldiers."

Baelish's teachings, I'm sure. Tyrion was able to imagine what kind of things she had told to Harrold Arryn. The heir wasn't falling in their game; he had been trapped in Sansa's from the very beginning.

"Fucking soldiers." Cyara mumbled. Apparently the soldiers were falling for her as well.

Jon was silently asking for his advice. Tyrion shrugged; he knew the promises made before the battles weren't necessarily fulfilled after the war.

Especially if the one at the receiving end dies.

"If Sansa agrees to marry you, I have no objection." Jon conceded.

"I'm waiting to make her my wife." Harry the heir said and even dared to smile to the Winter Maiden. He felt he had won an important battle.

He thinks he has gotten the rule of the North. Tyrion smiled; the fool had granted Sansa Stark the rule of the Vale. Tyrion had started to appreciate his wife a little more. Too bad our marriage won't last; we could have made a wonderful couple.

AEGON

He was sitting in his solar with Lemore; the septa was giving him some lessons about the Faith of the Seven, but Aegon wasn't getting a single thing. In a couple of days the two moon period Connington had given Jon to get information from the Vale would be over and they had not received notice of him ever since his party landed in a place named Runestone.

He got more and more anxious with every passing day, thinking of the worst case scenario. He didn't like risking the soldiers' lives in missions and he liked even less to risk his own brother. And deep in his heart, he wanted to know Cyara was alright.

Connington had been worrying about Arya Stark, and made the impossible to keep her away for Aegon, but for some reason, the man trusted Cyara, allowing her to spend a considerable amount of time with him. That, Aegon thought, had been a huge mistake. He had felt attracted to her since the first time he saw her, which wasn't rare; half of the lords, knights and soldiers had felt the same way. Aegon had recognized this attraction and discarded it, until she became his provisional guard.

When Dany sent Jon to take care of the pack of wolves, Aegon ordered Duck to protect his brother and Connington almost lost his mind; because there was no one else he trusted enough to keep Aegon safe. They ended exchanging guards and Cyara became responsible of him.

Aegon had observed her and knew she was very silent, but he was a natural conversationalist, so he started talks rather frequently. To his great surprise, she answered him, especially when it was related to Jon. Aegon had found a good source of information about his brother and came to understand him better with her help. Every time they spoke, he realized she was pretty smart; he started to feel comfortable with her, not to mention she saved his life. Before long he had grown fond of her.

He was suffering because of the uncertainty regarding the Vale issue, the realization that he was complicating his life with an impossible romance and the agreement he had reached with Daenerys. They had talked a long time about the kingdom and how they should act from then on; what they decided seemed the best option, but he still had doubts.

"Griff, what's wrong?" Lemore was the only one who continued calling him that way.

"Nothing." She pursed her lips and closed the book. She took his chin to force him to look at her, like she had done a million times when he was little.

"Don't lie to me. You didn't even realize I stopped the reading a long while ago." Aegon offered her a faint smile, she was the only mother he had ever knew; it wasn't fair to make her worry.

"I'm thinking of Jon." She smiled and mussed his hair.

"Your brother will come back safe and sound. You've always been very kind." She was holding his face with both hands.

"Will you ever stop treating me like a child?" Her eyes sparkled with emotion.

"Not even when you become king." He smiled back at her. She made him feel safe as he had when he was not a prince.

It didn't last. Connington barged in the room with his angry expression.

He knows. A king shouldn't be scared of his Hand, but he was more than his Hand.

"Lemore, leave us alone." She knew him well enough to avoid a discussion.

Connington glowered at him, waiting for him to speak first.

"What?"

"Aegon, don't act like a child." He sounded tired and Aegon felt a sudden guilt. "Why didn't you consult me about it?"

"I thought it to be right."

"Hand in the Throne to Daenerys is the right thing? I've done a great effort to bring you here and you're ruining it." Connington looked sad.

"It's not forever. She will only be Queen until the seven kingdoms are truly reunited again. She has been fighting for this as well." He tried to convey his true feelings.

"You hold the strongest claim; even Jon holds a stronger claim."

"It is not about the claim. It's about what's the best for the people."

"How exactly is Daenerys the best?"

"She has experience ruling a city and I realized I don't know my people. I want to know them before becoming king. I want to go over every kingdom and help solve their problems there, not from an iron chair miles away. I want the small folk to know me, like they did with the previous Aegon."

"You're a lot like your father." There was a strange mixture of concern and pride in Connington's face. "What if Daenerys doesn't abdicate once everything ends?"

Aegon understood. In Connington's eyes, Daenerys was the reincarnation of Aerys Targaryen, the man who banished him from Westeros.

"She will. She's my kin and I trust her." Connington sighed.

"For your own sake, I hope you're not mistaken." Aegon nodded.

There were a lot of things to be worried about; so much that was out of their control. They couldn't afford to continue making decisions based on the past.

It's time to move on.