A/N: New chapter, finally, all three Targaryen's in one place!

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Meeting and Treating


Riverrun


"I have men arriving from the Twins today, it might be best that you stay out of the way," Edmure told her and she nodded.

"Why are they coming?" Sansa asked and he grimaced slightly.

"Old Walder has been trying to get me to marry one of his daughters for years," he said.

"And you don't want to?" she guessed, buttering another slice of toast.

"If you'd seen any of his daughters Sansa you'd understand why," he sighed and she smiled slightly.

"Perhaps I could spend time with my grandfather?" she suggested and he nodded slowly.

"He's very ill," he told her, "he may get confused … don't let it upset you"

"Perhaps seeing a new face will help?" she suggested hopefully and he smiled at her optimism.

"Perhaps," he agreed, privately thinking that Sansa's face would not be a new one for his father, she was far too like Catelyn.

He sighed heavily then as he heard the sound of hooves outside in the courtyard, standing up and looking down out of the window. It seemed the Frey's had arrived. Right on time. Sansa smiled sympathetically at him and he said his farewell to her before retreating from her chambers. He didn't like having to keep her upstairs and out of the way but people talked and she was very Tully. The Riverlands had managed to keep out of everyone's way in the war so far but Edmure imagined that if it was discovered that Sansa Stark was at Riverrun they would soon be dragged into the fight. He was trying to hold off for now, what with his father being so ill. He would only march when the North did, and he assumed Lysa at the Eyrie was of the same thinking. Family came first and he knew it was likely that Ned Stark would eventually make a move. When he did Edmure would be ready and waiting to join him.

The Frey's were in the entrance hall and he forced a smile for them as he descended the last few steps. They bowed low to him, murmuring their greetings and he responded as lightly as he could before inviting them to follow him to one of the council chambers. They sat when indicated and Edmure followed their lead, pulling the decanter of wine towards him at once and pouring a large measure. If they even thought to try and force fat Waldra on him again he would need it.

"What do you have for me this time?" he asked and Olyvar smiled rather sheepishly.

"Our father is aware you are not keen," Waldron stated, "so he sent us with this …"

"What is it?" Edmure reached out to take the smooth silver from him.

"Open it," he urged and Edmure did as he was told.

"She's my sister, Roslin," Olyvar told him and Edmure stared at the portrait.

If this was accurate the girl was utterly beautiful. He had taken many a pretty girl to his bed but this image was something else entirely. He could never imagine tiring of her with her soft dark curls, her big doe eyes and the mesmerizing smile. There was a slight hint of a gap between her two front teeth which somehow made her even more enchanting to Edmure. He looked up to Waldron and Olyvar then and saw the look of amusement shining in their eyes.

"Is this real?" he asked them.

"That's her image," Olyvar said, "and it is a true one"

"And why am I only seeing it now?" Edmure demanded.

"She is father's jewel … he is loath to part with such a prize but if that's what it takes …" Waldron trailed off.

"She is beautiful," Edmure conceded.

"She is also obedient, kind and gentle," Waldron added.

"She's been taught her duty well, she would know how to run your household," Olyvar continued.

"I see …" Edmure muttered, his mind racing, his eyes turning back to the image of Roslin Frey.


Sansa let herself quietly into the room, her grandfather was propped up against the pillows but his eyes were closed so she tiptoed to the window seat and sat herself down. The view from here was beautiful and she looked out over the river that seemed to sparkle in the morning sunlight. She could still scarce believe that she was here, somewhere safe. Hopefully it would soon be arranged for her to be taken back to Winterfell. She wanted that more than anything.

"Cat?" a voice rasped from behind her and she turned her head.

"I'm not Cat," she said gently, standing up and making her way towards him.

"Lysa … little Lysa …" her grandfather said, grasping her hand.

"I'm Sansa," she told him, "I'm Cat's daughter …"

"Oh Lysa," he moaned, his grip on her hand increasing, "you've come to forgive me …"

"Forgive you?" Sansa frowned slightly.

"He was no good that boy …" he shook his head, his eyes closing.

"What boy?" she asked him, "I'm Cat's daughter …"

"Cat?" his eyes snapped open again.

"Yes," Sansa nodded.

"Oh my little Cat … I haven't seen you in so long … have you seen your sister?" he asked hopefully.

"No," Sansa shook her head, unsure how she was supposed to correct him now.

"It would have been the ruin of her," he breathed.

"I don't understand," she said honestly and his grip on her hand slackened.

"You were always a good girl Cat …" he trailed off, his eyes closing again.

Sansa stayed where she was for a moment, until she was certain that her grandfather had fallen back to sleep. She eased her hand away from him then and moved quietly towards the door. Edmure had warned her he might get confused, but far from upsetting her it had intrigued her. She wondered what he wanted to apologise to her aunt Lysa for. Whatever it was she supposed it was none of her business. She walked along the hallway then, wondering if Edmure was finished with the Frey's yet. It was rather lonely being confined up here but she knew it was for her own good. She looked over the bannisters as she crossed back to her own room and saw her uncle with two men in the entrance hall. Really she ought to get out of sight but before she could one of them looked up and caught her eyes. She froze then, thinking that if she darted away at once it would only make him more suspicious. His gaze lingered on her until her uncle noticed his distraction and moved his attention away from her.

Olyvar tore his eyes back to Edmure regretfully, he would have been more content to let them linger on the girl upstairs. Waldron was discussing final arrangements now and he let his eyes slide back up to where she had been, trying not to feel too disappointed that the beautiful girl had disappeared from his sight.


King's Landing


"Cersei get out of my way!" Jaime huffed at her.

"No!" she snapped, "You're not going, I won't let you!"

"I need to see my brother!" he returned heatedly.

"He's a murderer!" she screamed.

"I want to hear that from him!" he shot back at her.

"Jaime please," she said more softly, taking his hand, "I need you with me right now"

"Cersei," he groaned as she stepped closer, her other hand slipping under his breeches.

"He killed our father," she whispered, "he's a liar … those whores never saw him, he wasn't in that brothel like he said he was … you heard them …"

"Cersei …" he breathed as her hand continued to move.

"I want him punished Jaime … I want him dead," she said.

"He's called for trail by combat …" he said as she pushed him back towards the bed.

"Who will stand for him?" she whispered, straddling his waist as he lay back.

"I …" he started but she cut him off with a kiss.

"Not you Jaime," she breathed against his lips, rocking her hips into his, "not you …"


Tyrion stared at the wall, the steady drip that fell from the ceiling was at once irritating and soothing to him. He imagined he would miss that simple annoyance when his life was snuffed out. It had become clear to him very quickly that Cersei had no plans to see him released. This was her chance to rid herself of him once and for all. He knew once the trial came that not one of those he had been with in that brothel would remember it. The Gods only knew how much she was paying for their lies. He had always known she hated him … but this? There were only two options left for him now that he had foolishly called for trial by combat in his fit of anger. The first was Jaime but it was looking increasingly unlikely that his brother would even come and see him, let alone stand for him. Cersei's poison seemed to have seeped so far into him that he could only ever see things her way. It was a shame … Jaime could have so much potential away from her, leaving for Casterly Rock and taking a wife could have been the making of him.

His other option was Varys, the eunuch was supposed to dance to his tune now since the discovery that he was behind the riots. Tyrion had no doubt that the man could get him away from the Capitol with relative ease if he really wanted to. But where would he go? What would he do? How was he supposed to live with Cersei constantly, relentlessly hunting him down for a crime he had not committed? He had thought about it on countless occasions. Had fantasized about it. But he would never have done it, he hadn't done it. His protests fell on deaf ears though. Everyone seemed completely blind to the fact that it would have been next to impossible for him to stab his father in the chest. How could he have overpowered him to the point that he could do that given his height? In short he was just too short to have been able to do it but that mattered not as Cersei's word seemed more than enough. Cersei's word was law and it would kill him if he didn't think of a way out of here soon.


Targaryen Camp, near Last River


It was Ghost who came to greet them first as they picked their way through the trees. He bounded right up to Grey Wind and the pair of them whined and yapped happily at one another. The sight made Dany smile and she looked to Robb only to see him staring straight ahead at the fluttering banners. Lord Stark at his side looked almost as grim faced as they came to a halt on the perimeter of the camp. The men all seemed nervous as they dismounted and Dany swallowed hard as she slid from the back of her own horse. Robb came to her side but he still said nothing and she could see a nerve jumping in his temple. They may have made up but he was still by no means happy about being here. She just hoped that he wouldn't lose his head, none of them had any idea how they would be greeted and what would happen from there.

Ned stepped forward then, his brow furrowing as a man approached him that he felt sure he recognised from somewhere. He couldn't quite place him, thinking he may have seen him at the tourney at Harrenhal, knowing that he had been a Targaryen loyalist.

"Lord Stark," he nodded his head.

"Have we met?" Ned asked him, taking the hand he offered and grasping it for a moment.

"Not as such," he said, "Jon Connington, although nowadays I go by the name of Griff"

"Griff," Ned repeated.

"Right enough," he nodded, "if you'd like to follow me …"

Ned glanced uneasily at Robb and Dany then, seeing his son working hard to keep his mouth shut and his good-daughter's eyes wide with apprehension. He jerked his head for them and his guard to follow after them. The Lords that were with him would remain with the rest of them men until he had an idea of what exactly was going on. They walked in silence through the camp, the men who had risen and were cooking up breakfast giving them curious looks as they passed. Sell-swords. Ned recognised them as that if nothing else. There were a group of five large tents in the middle of camp and Griff walked right up to the central one that had the highest flying sigil atop it. The three headed dragon, Ned had been certain that he would never see that again, certain that he had the only two remaining Targaryen's. He thought of Jon then and looked around, wondering where he was, wondering how he would react to them being here. His letter had been polite enough and reassuring but Ned knew that he must still feel utterly betrayed.

"Your guard can wait out here, there are no arms inside," Griff said then.

"Really?" Ned raised his brows.

"By all means keep your own arms, just make sure none are raised," he said.

"I'm not here to fight," Ned said coldly.

"Then please …" he gestured for them to enter and Ned went first followed quickly by Dany and finally a scowling Robb.

Ned's eyes slid right over the fair man who claimed to be the lost Prince and fixed instead on Jon who stood up at once and came towards him. He grabbed him in an embrace, not caring who could see and what they would think, just so relieved that he was safe and well. No matter how reassuring the letter was it was nothing to seeing him with his own eyes and seeing that he had not broken his promise to Lyanna after all.

"I'm sorry," Jon said as he pulled back, meeting his eyes.

"So am I," Ned nodded, his jaw set tight so emotion would consume him.

"Robb?" Jon looked tentatively towards him then and Robb's face finally relaxed.

"Don't worry … it healed," he smiled, stepping forward and embracing Jon himself.

"So did mine," Jon almost laughed when they broke apart, "Dany … I'm so sorry …"

"Come here," she embraced him gently and he held her back, so relieved that everyone seemed so understanding of him.

"Daenerys?" an uncertain voice broke through then and she turned to look at the man who claimed to be another nephew.

It was like looking at a brother, exactly like she had always imagined Viserys. He was so like her, his hair the same shade and when she met his eyes they were the same colour exactly. He was the mirror of her, only male, taller and more powerful but so very like her. So unquestionably Targaryen. She could practically feel Robb bristle at her side as she took a tiny step towards him, seeing the uncertainty shining in his eyes that she was certain was present in her own.

"Aegon?" she questioned, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Yes," he nodded, his gaze firm on hers and she believed him at once.

"Yes," she agreed, her lips twitching up slightly and she saw the relief in his eyes.

She believed him, that was the main thing. His aunt, his kin, believed him just as he suspected Jon did although his brother had never said it out loud. Jon didn't really need to, just the fact that he had stayed here at the camp when Aegon had told him repeatedly that he was free to leave spoke volumes in his mind. Now all he had to do was convince the Stark's, Eddard and his son who were both grim faced, Robb even more so than his father. Aegon's brow creased slightly as he met the man's intensely hard blue gaze, wondering what exactly he had done to warrant such a look. He had barely spoken two words so far. Eddard was the main focus though, the Lord, the man who had control of the northern armies. His son could be as surly as he liked and Aegon assumed he would be but that wouldn't matter if he could get the father on side.

"Lord Stark," he bowed his head in greeting.

"Aegon," Ned bowed his own head, "I hear …"

"You hear right," Aegon nodded, "but … I'm sure you'd like to see some proof"

"What more proof is needed? Just look at him," Dany frowned.

"Dany," Robb practically growled in warning and she fell silent, contenting herself with narrowing her eyes at her grumpy husband.

"It's fine," Aegon said soothingly but still Robb didn't thaw and he turned away from him, wandering towards the torch bracket where a flame was dancing; "your proof," he said, placing his hand into the fire and holding it there, moving his eyes to Ned's who had a troubled expression on his face. After he felt he had made his point he pulled his hand back out of the fire and held it out, turning it over slowly so they could all see there was no mark on him. "Now," he said softly, "perhaps we can talk?"


Wine was brought and Aegon poured the glasses himself, well aware of Robb's eyes boring into him as he moved. He could feel other eyes on him as well but they were much less hostile and he wondered again what it was that the Stark heir had against him. When he looked up to pass the wine around he noted how Robb's hand rested on the back of Dany's chair, his knuckles stretched white. Dany seemed more at ease but she kept glancing at him worriedly and Aegon suddenly felt like he might have worked out exactly what it was that Robb Stark had against him. He glanced down at his aunt's hand then and sure enough a simple silver band adorned her finger. His eyes moved to Jon then, he had failed to mention that their aunt was bound to the Stark's in more than just wardship. Then again … perhaps Jon didn't know either. His eyes slid back to the ring and Dany seemed to catch his line of sight, her hand suddenly pulled under the table. A frown definitely set in then as he passed the final glass to Jon before taking one himself. After a long drink he sat himself down and saw that everyone apart from Robb was sipping at their own wine. He sighed heavily. This was ridiculous.

"I suppose you'd like to know my intentions," he said.

"I would," Ned agreed and Aegon let his lips twitch up slightly.

"Put simply I want to take the Iron Throne, my birth right," he told him.

"Aye," Ned nodded, "there is the complication of you being dead to contend with"

"My legitimacy cannot be denied, you've seen it for yourself," Aegon said.

"I have," he agreed, "but you cannot prove yourself to every man, woman and child in the Kingdom's"

"I don't need to, I need to prove myself to the Lords, if I can convince them then their people will follow, you know that Lord Stark," Aegon said, taking another sip of wine.

"And you want my help?" Ned raised his brows.

"We are kin after all," he raised his own, glancing towards Jon.

"Jon?" Ned said, meeting his eyes.

"I believe him," he said, "but it is not my decision to make"

"You've declared for no one," Aegon stated.

"It's not for lack of trying," Ned muttered.

"Griff was certain you would join Stannis," Aegon said, meeting his eyes.

"That was my initial intention," he agreed.

"Surely he wouldn't turn away twenty thousand and potential forces from the Riverlands and the Vale?" Griff spoke up then.

"Stannis is under the guidance of a priestess, he's been bewitched by her if his companion is to be believed and he seems a good man," Ned explained, "he seemed to think getting his hands on Dany was more important than my men and I wasn't about to let that happen"

"And Renly?" Griff piped up again.

"Murdered," Ned told him, "I have his widow at Winterfell"

"Why?" Aegon asked.

"She's with child," Ned confessed.

"Does she seek the throne for her unborn child?" he asked.

"No," Ned shook his head, "she doesn't want her child anywhere near it, but I would see to it that Storm's End is reclaimed for the babe"

"One of your terms?" Aegon raised his brows.

"It would be, if I'm to join you," Ned said and Aegon nodded.

They all took a pause there, all sipping at the wine again. Even Robb raised his glass this time and Aegon smiled slightly, thinking it was about time another matter was cleared up. There was only so much of this tense atmosphere he could take. Outside he heard the whining of the wolves and wondered if they could sense it too. Jon had told him that he seemed connected to his wolf Ghost, Aegon could only assume that Robb was connected to his too and that their emotions would mirror one another's. The wolves were clearly nervous and agitated, Aegon could see their shadows moving up and down through the canvas of the tent now that the sun was rising higher.

"I think I need to make something clear," Aegon started again.

"Go on," Ned set his glass down and met his eyes.

"My intentions towards Daenerys," he said then and he saw Robb stiffen, an uneasy look in Dany's eyes as she too turned to him.

"Are?" Ned urged.

"She's my aunt – kin. I know the traditions of our family but they were what had madness flowing through the veins of so many, I don't want that. Nor would I want to take a wife who is already married," he said, his gaze moving to Robb now whose eyes widened slightly.

"Dany's not married …" Jon said then, frowning at the flush that appeared on her cheeks.

"We didn't want to do it without you," she said.

"We …" he tailed off, seeing Robb shift uneasily, "you …"

"I'm sorry you weren't there, we have been waiting so long we just …" Robb began.

"No," Jon shook his head, "it's my own fault I wasn't there … I'm pleased for you"

"Thank you," Dany said, looking immensely relieved.

"We are kin in more ways than one," Aegon looked towards Ned again.

"Aye," Ned agreed, "I think it's time I spoke to my banners"

"As you wish," Aegon nodded his head, "I will be right here when you're ready to speak again"

Ned merely nodded before standing up from the table. The others seemed unsure what to do and he sighed, meeting Robb's eyes and jerking his head towards the flap of the tent. Not all the banners were here but many were and he needed to seek their advice. He was inclined to believe Aegon, but there would have to be several terms set in place and agreed to before he even began to consider joining his army with his. It was a huge risk and one that may result in the ruin of them all. Still, he had always known he wouldn't be able to stay out of the fight forever and here it was. Crossroads.

"Dany?" Robb looked at her pointedly when she made no move to stand.

"Do you mind if I stay?" she asked him hopefully and he sighed at the look in her eyes.

"As you wish," he said heavily and she smiled.

He bent to kiss the top of her forehead then before shooting a warning look at Aegon who tried his best not to smile before he looked pointedly at Jon who smiled reassuringly. His father was making his way out of the tent then and he followed on after him, trying to clear his head, knowing that he would have to concentrate on this meeting with the banners.


"So … more wine?" Aegon asked when they had departed.

"Thank you," Dany smiled at him and he leant over to top up her glass.

"Well this is … odd," he said after a few moments of awkward silence.

"That's one word for it," she agreed, lifting her glass to her lips and taking a long drink.

"So … aside from you and Robb getting married what else have I missed at Winterfell?" Jon asked.

"Well," Dany set her glass down, "would you believe me if I told you Theon got married?"

"Theon?" Jon repeated incredulously.

"Theon," she confirmed, "in secret of course, Ser Ralf was furious when he found out"

"By the Gods, why?" he asked.

"Adele was betrothed to some knight in Torrhen's Square and Theon couldn't let her go," she explained.

"Sounds romantic," Aegon put in and Jon snorted.

"You haven't met Theon," he said.

"True enough," Dany smiled, "but … I do think he loves her very much"

"Well I wish her the luck of the Gods, no doubt she'll need it," Jon sighed, taking a sip of wine.

"And your fa – Lord Stark, already mentioned Margaery Tyrell," she said.

"Is she really as beautiful as they all say?" it was Aegon who had asked her.

"Well if you've heard of her beauty across the Narrow Sea then I suppose she must be," Dany smiled in amusement and he grinned.

"Is the baby truly Renly's?" Jon asked then.

"Everyone seems to believe so, I'm sure we'll find out for sure when it's born, you know what was said about the Baratheon seed," she raised her brows.

"Why would it not be his?" Aegon asked with a slight frown.

"It was a well-known secret that Renly preferred the company of men," Jon said meaningfully and his eyes widened in understanding.

"She must be beautiful then," he said after a moment and they all snorted in amusement.

"I don't suppose you ever met my brother did you?" Dany asked him then and Aegon shook his head.

"No, I knew of him, but I never met him," he said and she nodded slightly sadly.

He bit his lip. It wasn't a lie. He had never met Viserys but he had heard plenty about him from the letters Illyrio had sent to Griff. Madness flowed through him just as surely as it had flowed through his father. Dany's father. He glanced at her then and saw her eyes fixed on her half empty glass of wine. Moving his eyes to Jon he saw him looking at her in concern. There was no madness here, he was certain of that and now Dany was married into a family like the Stark's and with luck he and Jon would marry into other houses, he was hopeful that any lingering traces would be snuffed out. There was no point in telling Dany her brother had been a lunatic though. Best she remember whatever image she had conjured up in her head, likely it was far more comforting than the truth would be.

"To Viserys," he said, raising his glass up.

"To Viserys," Jon and Dany echoed, bringing their glasses up to clink with his.


A/N: That went rather well ... thoughts?

Just one thing, for the intents and purposes of this fic Aegon is real, I don't know whether he is or not in the books but for this fic he's the real deal so there won't be any questioning his legitimacy - at least not from those allied with him.

More later in the week.

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