A double upload again today! I'm uploading this now as I don't know if I'll be able to write tomorrow, so this may be it until Sunday.

As ever I own nothing but Torrhen, no matter how much I wish I owned it all.

Jorah went to meet Daenerys early that morning due to news from Astapor. As he approached his Queens quarters he unexpectedly bumped into Daario walking the other way. The man was dishevelled and it wasn't hard for the knight to deduce what had happened.

"Jorah the Andal. Are you here to see our queen?" Daario asked. "She's in a good mood." He added, patting Jorah on the back and walking away. Jorah made his way into Dany's chambers to find her looking over maps.

"Khaleesi."

"You're here early."

"Later than some."

"You don't approve?" Dany asked.

"It's not a question of approval, it's a question of trust." Jorah told her.

"You neither approve nor trust." Dany said amused.

"Why would I? The man's a sellsword."

"Didn't you fight for the Golden Company before pledging your sword to my brother?" Dany asked him.

"I did, I left when they travelled too close to Valyria."

"I trust you." She told him, as if that explained everything.

"I left when the Golden Company got it into their heads that Valyria was safe. Daario Naharis killed his captains and dumped their heads at your feet when he grew tired of their commands. How could you ever have faith in a man like that?" Jorah asked.

"I could never have faith in a man like Daario." Dany told him. "That's why I've sent him and the Second Sons to retake Yunkai."

"You have?" Jorah asked surprised.

"I have."

"Without you there to rule, Khaleesi, I fear the masters will simply bide their time, wait for the invaders to leave and reassert control." Jorah told her.

"That is why I've ordered Daario to execute every master in Yunkai. The masters tear babies from their mothers' arms, they mutilate little boys by the thousands. They train little girls in the art of pleasuring old men. They treat men like beasts, as you said yourself."

"Herding the masters into pens and slaughtering them by the thousands is also treating men like beasts. The slaves you freed, brutality is all they've ever known. If you want them to know something else, you'll have to show it to them." Jorah pleaded.

"And repay the slavers with what? Kindness? A fine? A stern warning?"

"It's tempting to see your enemies as evil, all of them, but there's good and evil on both sides in every war ever fought."

"Let the priests argue over good and evil. Slavery is real. I can end it. I will end it. And I will end those behind it."

"I sold men into slavery, Khaleesi." Jorah reminded her.

"And now you are helping me show them to freedom." She told him.

"I wouldn't be here to help you if Ned Stark had done to me what you want to do to the masters of Yunkai." Jorah told her. This seemed to get Dany to think, and after a few moments she responded to Jorah.

"The man who came to me the other day about burying his father."

"Hizdahr zo Loraq?"

"He will accompany the Second Sons and serve as my ambassador to Yunkai. He will tell the masters what has happened in Meereen. He will explain the choice they have before them.
They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one." She told him pointedly. "Well, go and catch Daario before he leaves. Tell him I changed my mind."

"Yes, Khaleesi."

"No. Tell him you changed my mind." Dany smiled.

"One more thing Khaleesi." Jorah said before he left.

"Yes?"

"A report from Astapor, one of the merchant sailors claims he saw a fleet in Volantis that was heading towards the Valyrian peninsula and Slavers Bay. A fleet flying the Direwolf of House Stark."

The ship had stopped at the place where the sea met a river that led into the heart of the biggest island created by the Doom. The captain would go no further, and Torrhen didn't blame him one bit for that. At the sight of dawn, he and 50 men prepared to board 5 smaller rowboats to sail up the river and right into the heart of Valyria itself.

As he watched the men prepare, Torrhen noticed his mother come and stand next to him, staring out into the still smoking remains of the island. It was impossible to see more than a few miles inland, and Cat noted that this part of the island at least was filled with small mountains that looked half finished. She hated the fact that they were there.

"They held each other close, and turned their backs upon the end. The hills that split asunder and the black that ate the skies. The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned. Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes. A fly upon the wall, the waves, the sea wind, whipped and churned. A city of a thousand years and all that men had learned. The doom consumed them all alike, and neither of them turned." Torrhen recited from his memory, still staring at the smoking island in the distance. "I'm finally here. If we are not back within three days, do not linger." Torrhen told her.

"Do not suggest you aren't coming back." Catelyn snapped, and Torrhen chuckled lightly.

"I want you to do something for me though, if I fall carry on towards Meereen. Give Daenerys Targaryen the contents of my chest in my cabin, and tell her that it's a sign of House Starks goodwill. Hopefully when she comes to claim her throne she will support Bran, or Rickon." Torrhen said, handing her a key that he had hidden around his neck.

"What is in the chest?" Cat asked, trying to ignore the fact that he planned for his death.

"Not here, not ever." Torrhen warned. "You will speak to nobody but the Targaryen about it."

"I don't understand." Cat told him. Torrhen sighed.

"You won't, even once you open the chest. I truly am sorry mother; for it will bring you no joy." Torrhen said sadly. The boats were ready and the men were lowering themselves into them. "I will see you in three days, if I am longer then you know what to do." Torrhen told her, hugging her tightly before he jumped down into a boat. She waited until she could no longer see Torrhen through the smoke before heading into his cabin. Spotting the small chest in the corner she nervously walked over to it, unlocking the chest with shaking hands. With a deep breath she opened it, and was confused at what she found.

A letter, and a slightly frayed Targaryen banner wrapping something up. It looked almost twenty years old so Torrhen couldn't have had it made. Gingerly she moved the letter to one side to unwrap the banner and inside she found a small, slender longsword that didn't look like it would be very useful for Torrhen due to its thin nature. She gasped when she started to unsheathe it however, noticing the Valyrian Steel. Looking closer at the hilt she saw it was black, with a wavy gold cross guard with what looked like a ruby in the middle, and a gold pommel depicting flames. She sheathed the sword again and threw it from her grasp. Reading the note, she saw it was her husband's hand from twenty years ago, and Catelyn found herself letting tears out yet again, but this time they were tears of anger and betrayal.

Winter was truly coming. Sansa stepped out into a courtyard of the Eyrie and it was beautiful. The ground and the trees were covered white, with snow falling steadily from the sky. She looked in wonder as she felt like a kid again. She could barely remember the last winter, but the snow reminded her of home. Happy times running around with Torrhen and Robb in snow. Thinking of them hurt, but the memories made her smile. She began building a model of Winterfell out of the snow, as best as she could remember. Building it she realised how long it had been since she had last seen her home. Sansa was just about done when her cousin, Robin Arryn, came into the courtyard.

"Hello, Robin." Sansa said, acknowledging his presence.

"What are you doing?" The Lord of the Vale asked.

"I'm building my home, Winterfell." She told him. "At least I think I am; I haven't been back there in a very long time."

"Why did you leave?"

"It's a long story." She laughed.

"I stay here in the Eyrie. Mother says it's dangerous on the roads and I have to keep myself safe because I'm the Lord of the Vale and the Lord of the Vale is a very important person." Robin said.

"Yes, you certainly are." Sansa agreed.

"When will you go back?"

"Probably never. My family doesn't live there anymore and someone burned it down." Sansa admitted sadly.

"Oh." Robin said sympathetically. "Does Winterfell have a Moon Door?" He asked.

"No, I'm afraid not. It's not high up in the mountains. It's down on the ground." Sansa explained.

"That sounds dangerous." He exclaimed, causing Sansa to chuckle. "How do you make people fly?"

"We don't."

"What do you do with all the bad people and the scary people and the people you don't like?" He asked her.

"I never did anything with them at all. Girls didn't take part in that where I came from."

"Well, I'm Lord of the Vale. When I grow up, I'll be able to fly anybody who bothers me." He told her happily. "Or you. When we get married, you can tell me if you don't like somebody and then we can bring them back here and, whoosh! Right through the Moon Door."

"I like the sound of that." Sansa nodded.

"Let's put a Moon Door in your Winterfell."

"All right." Sansa smiled.

"It can go in here in this big tower." Robin pointed, knocking the tower down.

"You've ruined it. Now I'm going to have to rebuild the whole thing." Sansa told him unhappily.

"I didn't ruin it." Robin protested.

"You did."

"It was already ruined because it didn't have a Moon Door. I was fixing it."

"Knocking things down isn't fixing them, it's ruining them." Sansa argued.

"I didn't ruin it!" Robin shouted.

"You're being stupid." Sansa raised her voice back at him.

"I didn't ruin it!" He screamed, kicking the model repeatedly in his tantrum. Sansa slapped him round the face, and his shocked face made her realise what she had just done.

"Robin, I'm sorry, I…" She started as he ran off crying loudly.

"Children." The voice of Petyr Baelish came from behind her.

"I hit him."

"Yes, I saw."

"I shouldn't have done that." Sansa admitted.

"No, his mother should have a long time ago." Baelish assured her. "Consider it a step in the right direction."

"If he tells Aunt Lysa…"

"Let me worry about Aunt Lysa."

"I was trying to remember what everything looked like." Sansa sighed looking at the mess her Winterfell had become. "I'll never see it again."

"A lot can happen between now and never. If you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one." Petyr told her.

"Why did you really kill Joffrey? Tell me why." Sansa demanded.

"I loved your mother more than you could ever know. Given the opportunity, what do we do to those who've hurt the ones we love? In a better world, one where love could overcome strength and duty, you might have been my child." Petyr admitted. "But we don't live in that world. You're more beautiful than she ever was."

"Lord Baelish." Sansa stammered.

"Call me Petyr." Baelish said, placing his hands on her head and kissing her on the lips. Sansa pulled away in horror.

Later that day Sansa had been summoned by her Aunt, she found Lysa staring out of the Moon Door. "You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa?" Sansa said walking into the hall.

"Come here, Sansa." Lysa requested, and Sansa stood next to her by the open Moon Door. "Do you know how far the fall is?"

"No."

"Neither do I, precisely. Hundreds of feet." Lysa predicted. "It's fascinating what happens to bodies when they hit the rocks from such a height. The impact breaks them right apart. Like eggs dropped on the floor. Sometimes pieces remain intact. You'll find the head sitting on its own. Every hair in place. Blue eyes staring at nothing." She seemed aroused by the thought. Sansa looked scared at the eyes comment. Lysa was imagining her falling. "I know what you did."

"I'm so sorry, Aunt Lysa, I never should have hit Robin, I know it. I promise it won't happen…"

"Don't be coy with me, you little whore." Lysa snapped. "You kissed him. You kissed Petyr!"

"I didn't! You don't understand!" Sansa protested.

"I saw you! You can't lie to me because I saw it with my own eyes."

"He kissed me. I pulled away." Sansa argued.

Lysa grabbed Sansa by the hair and forced her out towards the drop. "Liar! Whore! He is mine! My father, my husband, they both stood between us and now they're both dead. That's what happens to people who stand between Petyr and me. Look down! Look down! Look down! Look down!" Lysa screamed, forcing Sansa closer and closer over the edge.

"Lysa! Let her go." Petyr's voice came from behind them.

"You want her? This empty-headed child?" Lysa asked him.

"Let her go."

"She's just like her mother. She'll never love you." Lysa exclaimed. "I lied for you. I killed for you. Why did you bring her here? Why?"

"I'll send her away. I swear on my life. I swear to all the gods. Let her go, Lysa." Petyr pleaded calmly. After a moment of hesitation Lysa threw Sansa away from the door, and the Stark girl crawled away from the drop. Petyr walked towards his new wife and took her in his arms as she sobbed. "Oh, my sweet wife. My sweet, silly wife. I have only loved one woman only one, my entire life." He told her, and she smiled lovingly up at him before he broke her heart for the last time. "Your sister."

And with that he shoved her hard out of the Moon Door, and all Sansa could hear were Lysa's screams as she plummeted hundreds of feet to the ground.

Time was almost up. They had sat there for almost three days not doing anything but waiting for Torrhen and his party to come back. Catelyn had hardly left Torrhen's cabin, reading the note from Ned over and over again, trying to make sense of it all. Suddenly the warship seemed to spring into action, as men were shouting loudly. Walking outside trying not to get into anyone's way, she tried to peer into the distance but her eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark yet. Ropes were being thrown overboard and Cat noticed a boat in the distance being followed by an unnatural amount of smoke. Praying silently for the return of Torrhen she was horrified to see only three people left rowing, but elated when they got close enough and she saw her son leading the rowing. The three men grabbed the ropes and scrambled up onto the deck of Frostfang.

"CAPTAIN, WE NEED TO GO NOW!" Torrhen screamed as he and his men collapsed onto the deck, spilling swords and panting from exhaustion, and the captain obliged, setting off towards the rest of the fleet who had stayed out further into the ocean. Water was brought for the survivors and Cat rushed over to her son.

"What happened?" She asked.

"The hills opened, fire in the form of water. Consumed most of the men before we could escape. Stone men. Brightroar." Torrhen panted.

"Brightroar?" Catelyn asked surprised. Brightroar was the ancient Valyrian Steel sword of House Lannister. Torrhen was starting to get his breath back, and reached for the bigger of the swords, which Cat noticed had a Lions head pommel.

"On the first day, we came across a few bones. Turns out it was Lannisters, as this was with them." Torrhen told her.

"How did it survive?" Catelyn asked, staring at the sword.

"You're asking the wrong man." Torrhen chuckled. "That's not all we found though."

"What else did you find?"

"In the city, oh mother its breath taking even if it is haunting at the same time, it turns out some people tried to live there recently." Torrhen said, his face falling. "I'm never going back there; Valyria can stay ruined."

"What was there?" Catelyn urged.

"Stone men, thousands of them." Torrhen said. "I was foolish, I thought I'd get to the centre of the city and I woke them up." Catelyn smacked his arm, concerned. "I'm glad I did though, I found this." Torrhen said, pointing to the other sword. "I'm going to give it to Jon when I return to Westeros."

That name brought anger to Catelyn. "Jon?" She asked bitterly.

Torrhen looked at her. "You read the note?" He asked quietly. Catelyn nodded. "Then you understand why the last male heir of Aegon the Conqueror deserves his sword."

Catelyn looked at the second sword, it was still sheathed but she could tell by the giant ruby on the hilt which sword it was. "How in the world…"

"The stone men were the Golden Company, and in their possession was Blackfyre." Torrhen told her. "I have it now." He added, grinning from ear to ear.

Now, I realise I've gone MASSIVELY AU here, so let me explain my thinking behind the swords.

Brightroar – Easy, we all know it's somewhere in Valyria.

Dark Sister – Last known wielder was the Bloodraven, and there has been nothing since. The explanation for this fic is that when he was sent to the wall the sword remained behind, but no Targaryen prince was the right build to wield it. As RLJ is confirmed in the show, I'm having it that Rhaegar, who expected a Visenya instead of a Jon, sent it with Lyanna, so when Ned and Howland left the Tower of Joy they brought that with them. Howland taking it as the Neck was a lot less likely to be visited by Robert.

Blackfyre – Last we know from canon is that the Golden Company had the sword. There is no mention of the Golden Company other than in series 4, so I used them for this considering it doesn't look like anybody is going to hire them in the show.

I thought we'd call back in on Sansa too, and I liked that Dany scene, with the added Golden Company bit to set up the Blackfyre reveal.

Torrhen WILL NOT keep all three swords. I will make that clear.

Next chapter: We're staying entirely in Essos.

Reviews:

Dzerx: Torrhen is a Stark of the First Men, not a Valyrian dragon rider. I think the swords were more achievable and realistic.

Lilo23: Extraordinary enough? : ) I'm not answering Arya questions.

Narctia: I have read that! There's nothing on Valyria in actual canon however so I left it up to interpretation.