Davos walked with Stannis, seeing the Blackwater running by them, the two men walked in silence. After a few minutes of silence, Stannis finally broke the silence.

"Davos, you know what I need of you."

"Let me guess, Pentos again?" Davos laughed mirthlessly as Stannis gave a slight smile.

"You'd guess correctly, Ser Davos."

"Aye, I just hoped I'd be wrong. So we're to try again?"

"They're gone by now, you're to get our spies in high places, they'll return to Pentos, we know, When they do return, we strike." Stannis told him.

"Of course, My Lord." Davos bowed. "However, wouldn't it be wiser to send a man or two after them directly?"

"We're on that." Stannis stated. "I may not like Varys, but the Spider has his uses."

"What will he be doing?" Davos asked.

"He has contacts, you'll be meeting them at the Pentoshi harbour." Stannis told Davos. "Now, Onion Knight, it is time for you to depart. The Fury itself will take you to the Pentoshi coast, and you'll take a rowboat from there to get to Pentos. Seeing the Royal flagship in Pentos itself may not be a good thing for us, with Mopatis no doubt sure that we were behind the attempted assassination attempt." Stannis informed him.

/

Viserys and Jorah watched as Drogo and his sister rode together further ahead of the two Westerosi men, before turning back to Jorah Mormont.

"So, how soon will we be in Vaes Dothrak?"

"A few days Your Grace." Jorah intoned to Viserys, who nodded impatiently.

"Good, good. When we're there, we'll pay our respects, and then we'll head West again. We need to prepare to return home." Viserys told him.

"If I may, Your Grace, why the sudden rush?" Jorah asked him.

"It's been far too long since I saw my homeland and my birthright. I will take what is mine, in Fire and Blood." Viserys vowed.

The man who had restored Viserys to life didn't tell him much, only that Viserys could save the world if he went back and took the throne this time. There was a terrible enemy coming from Westeros, something that Viserys didn't believe himself, but their devil god, the Lord of Light, would destroy the world unless Viserys saved Westeros and Essos by becoming the new Aegon the Conqueror. He would have dragons, his kingdom, his bride and his armies, but only if he served the one who called himself the Great Other, the one true God.

/

Stannis could feel a headache coming on. In his rush to try and deal with the Targaryen's, he'd forgotten another dagger at his back. Petyr Baelish. Stannis' spies had reported that Catelyn Stark had visited Littlefinger's brothel and was convinced that Tyrion Lannister had tried to kill the Stark child. Stannis wished he'd have been able to stop the child being crippled, but with no idea of where the child was at the time, he had just watched as the child was crippled. Now with the Lady Stark on the warpath, it seemed the war was still going to happen, just without Tywin Lannister leading the Western forces.

'Gods, I need to make sure I keep it in check, if Robert dies, I need to move that night.' Stannis thought to himself.

Things were progressing faster than Stannis needed, he had to be prepared to stop this before it got too late.

"My Lord, a raven from Dragonstone." A child said bringing a scroll to Stannis.

'One of Varys' little birds no doubt.' Stannis though, taking it and dismissing the child, Stannis began to read it.

"My dearest Husband, I bring glad tidings. There is a chance that we may bear a son and worthy heir to Dragonstone. I have enlisted the services of a priestess, by the name of Melisandre. She travels for Dragonstone now, I bid you to return to speak with her, she could bring us to the prosperity that your brother has always denied us, and help us provide a worthy heir to the Baratheon line. Signed, your ever faithful wife, Lady Selyse Baratheon."

"Melisandre…" Stannis breathed, remembering the red woman from all that time ago. At the end, she had betrayed him. Had her Red God not returned him, he'd have called her a fool and a charlatan, as it was, he'd use her, for now, she could serve the purposes to save the Realm, but once she'd served her purpose, she'd be executed for her betrayal. Nobody betrayed the rightful King.

'I'll have to return to Dragonstone, at least momentarily, to get Melisandre on board and prepare to attack my foes. I can sense that soon, there will be war. And I must be ready for victory so I can save the Realm.' Stannis thought to himself.

/

"Troubling news my friend." A hooded figure spoke to his friend as they walked in the halls underneath the Red Keep.

"Yes, Viserys has grown a spine it appears in the past few months, whether that will make him a good ruler or be a calamity remains to be seen however."

"Not just with the Beggar Prince, but Lord Stannis is more determined than ever it seems, he's already made a play to take the West and the Vale, and I hear word that a priestess of R'hllor is now at Dragonstone, waiting to serve him."

"That is troubling news indeed. We need to be wary of all of these movements, too many factors have changed suddenly. I hear the Stark's have captured Tyrion Lannister?"

"Yes, apparently so. War is inevitable I fear. We may have to wait out this war whilst silently moving a few pieces, I give it a year or two before we must make our move though."

"If we move too soon, they will be displeased."

"They may well be displeased, but if we don't move fast enough, it will be all for nought. Is the Prince ready?"

"I give it a year."

"Then a year he has. Once that year is up, we must act. Smash whomever still stands from the war to come, and take the throne."

"After the throne...the world."