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" We have other news from Westeros as well ", from Ser Barriston.

" It appears as though King's Landing waits not for our strike, as we speak they build boats to bring the attack to our shores. "

" When will they land ? " From Dany.

" As they are under construction I would say they will sail in no more than forty to forty~five days and will be here in seventy to seventy~five days days, less if they choose a direct route. "

" Would they be foolish enough to dare a direct route though, the squalls are notorious this time of year. "

" A seasoned captain would not put his ship or crew at risk. "

" We are not dealing with a seasoned ship master, we deal with the Whore and her wants. "

" We should meet them on the open sea with dragons ", I blurt out.

" Agreed, wait until they close into our shores and attack by cover of night. "

" No ", from Dany.

" Dragons are capable of maintaining flight for many days."

" I want them not so close to our shores, it is my preference they be at least three days from our shores. "

" Lord Seaworth will be sailing in that armada as well, his ships will fly his personal Sigil, of a black ship on a field of grey with an onion on it's sails.", says Ser Barriston.

" He is water wise and will hug the coast, it will take longer but the likelihood of his ships reaching our shores unscathed are high. "

Tyrion sat silently, an empty cup in his hand at the side of the silver Queen. Sandor broods his brows furrowed in thought. Ser Barriston and Syrio sit in quiet conversation perusing a map of the narrow sea. While I digest this latest bit of news.

Tyrion breaks the relative quiet, " We should go to the Iron Bank on the morrow. "

" I mislike this latest news. "

" Agreed ", from Dany.

" We must free the GreatJon and show the people the North has risen and hell comes with it. "

Sandor brushes my cheek with a gauntlet clad hand, his eyes intense upon mine, leans to kiss me softly with a crooked grin.

A rap at the door and Maester Lorwrenn enters his bushy brows pulled together, his heavily wrinkled face pulled into a frown.

" Yes, the GreatJon must be freed, however, notice the cool breeze that now whispers ? " From Maester Lorwrenn who continues,

" Behind it lies a storm of some size from the great desert waste and it would be imprudent to attempt a crossing of the sea even on a dragons back. "

" Look to the port and see how many ships still remain moored, seasoned captains know a storm brews and choose to remain in port rather then risk losing lives and wares. "

Sandor speaks, " What learned you of the poison used by my Lady wife's attacker ? "

" It is my belief it was a combination of two poison's , your Grace . "

Sandor scowls and tosses his gleaming head at, " Your Grace."

" One to afflict the blood and cause it to run as tears from all orifices and another to arrest the heart and very breath itself. "

" One derived from a plant, the other from fish. "

I look around the room and see every member deep in thought of the things to come. The storm that approaches will be nothing compared to what we will bring to wrest Westeros from the powers that now control it. It is my thought and hope that I take the lives of the Whore, the Frey's, the Bolton's, Theon turncoat, Little Finger, Melissandre and any other who threatens the North and our way of life.

Plans are altered, it is decided Dany, Tyrion and I will go to the Iron Bank and Syrio, Ser Barriston and Sandor will stay to mind Quarth. Sandor of course had something to say on that matter and in no uncertain terms. He draws breath to give voice when Tyrion interrupts his thoughts with.

" Though I know you care not for this, Sansa must at some point stand alone, lest she be accused of being a pawn of yours. "

" There could also come a time when you, me, Dany or none of us will be there to offer support or advice. "

" We will be gone no longer than three or four days. "

" You must first wait out the storm to come and have it pass before you too take to the skies, my Lord ", from the Maester.

" If we are to present a united front of four houses should not the other two also be wed ? "

Tyrion's mismatched eyes bulge and the Silver Queen blushes.

" Oh come now we are all adults here and your feelings for each other are evident for all to see ", adding the words of the Dothraki, " It is known ", for good measure.

" And who would marry us ? "

" If a King can marry two people, can not a Queen as well ? "

" If my Queen would have me as her Prince, though I am ugly and undeserving ", from Tyrion.

" Then let us get to it ", from Dany.

We all rise from our various positions about the room to congregate on the terrace to be joined by Suozahn, who clutches something folded and multi~hued to her narrow chest. She presents first to Dany and then to myself and finally to Sandor and Tyrion. As we unfold the cloths we each see our Sigil's. She then presents to me my united crest of Houses Stark and Clegane. I love it and will fly it proudly for all days.

We all thank her and she looks to Ser barriston and her face falls and turns to return no doubt to her room to correct the err when Dany says, " Many thanks sweet Suozahn but can you also create a united Sigil of house...", Yes your Gra, I mean Dany !

And off she goes, the slap of her bare feet on marble fading and soon getting louder again as she returns breathless to present Ser Barriston with his Sigil. Ser Barriston is the only member of his house across the sea but Suozahn came up with one of a red single headed dragon on the field of black holding a white sword in a claw.

I think I see the beginnings of a tear when he straightens and thanks Suozahn, the mask of his stoicism firmly camouflaging what his heart secrets within it.

All eyes turn to me.

" Danaerys Targaryen, Storm Born and Queen of Quarth and...And Queen's Landing, do you take Tyrion Lannister as your Lord and Husband ? "

" I do so take him. "

Tyrion Lannister, do you take Danaerys to your heart as wife and Queen ? "

" I do so swear. "

" Then it is done, houses Targaryen and Lannister, united as one. "

" And I thought your Lord husband was one of few words ", from Tyrion.

Which earns a ghost of a smile from Sandor.

Ned starts to fuss as his usual mealtime has been interrupted by our impromptu meeting in our rooms, each guest leaves to their own matters Dany and Tyrion walking hand in hand.

I gather Ned his pink face quickly turning the crimson of a soon to be released cry if he is not fed. I put him to my breast and he sucks greedily his blue eyes peering at my face. Sandor comes behind me and ruffles his hair, placing a kiss atop mine.

" Wife, you are pregnant again. "

" What makes you say that ? "

" Your scent is different when you are with child, your taste as well ", he says while cocking an eyebrow.

Well this certainly puts things into perspective, I think. We must regain not only Westeros but Winterfell. I want my children to know the safety and security that once it's walls and my parents provided for me.

" Wife I am curious how do you intend to force Old Walder to relinquish the GreatJon ? "

" I am not, Dany will, under the guise of offering him and his protection from me if he turns coat and swears allegiance to her banner and releasing the GreatJon to quiet my ire. "

" Who came up this idea ? "

" I did. "

It is no crooked grin that graces his beautiful face but a large and toothy smile that spreads to his cheeks and eyes. Pride shines there I see. He is proud I have devised this subterfuge, I think happily. I burp and change Ned refusing gently Sandor's offer to change his wrap.

I set him down on a fur amid his playthings. He seems to favorite a wooden knight. Sandor's eyes stare intently on his toy. I remember Sandor telling me of his scarring and how they came to be over a toy probably very similar. I go to him and wrap my arms around him to break the spell of his memory and bring him to the now of our lives. He returns my hug with a sweet kiss to my lips. I brush his scarred cheek with a hand now bearing callouses from war play with a smile on my face and lower my face to nuzzle his chest.

He breaks our hug to tip my face towards his and say, " I am proud you are thinking and showing initiative, Sansa. "

" We have much to do husband and I feel as if time is running out for those that man the Wall and the Land. "

" Yes, I feel it as well like the world holds it's breath waiting for what, I know not. "

I see Ned is near sleep as his head dips to the fur and the action startles him awake only to watch his head once again dip. Sandor walks to him and motions for me to pick him up as he moves his toys off the fur. He strides to the bed and removes his swords then sits on the bed and removes his gauntlets and gloves the fur draped on his arm and lap so no point or cold metal touches Ned.

I place him in Sandor's arms and he sings softly to him. Another fine talent of my Lord husband is his voice. His notes are crisp and pure, yet another thing Sandor kept secret from the world. It always angers and shames me what stood so close to me but I never gave him a second glance because of his scarring. He is honorable and loyal and loving, brave and beautiful...My mine, I think with an inward grin.

I replay our plans in my mind. First is the Iron Bank of Braavos, second repelling the attack from the Whore, no doubt bolstered by Highgarden and the wealth of the Tyrell's, third securing the safety of the GreatJon.

The plans are bold indeed I think. Sandor has lulled Ned to sleep and places him in his crib by our bed and walks to me an eyebrow raised with what will surely be a question from his lips on him not going with Dany and Tyrion and myself to Braavos.

" I do not like the fact to you going off to Braavos, ( There it is ), without me. "

" I know this husband and I suspect either an attack or one or all of you will be approached to turn your coats, Lord Tyrion and Ser Barriston suspect is as well I am sure, though they have said naught of it to me. "

" In which case we will need your batter lore as well as that of Syrio and Ser Barriston. "

" I do not go just as a supplicant but also as a measure of safety to Dany and Tyrion. "

" The She~Wolf has awoken and been trained by the best ", says I as I pull him to meet my lips with a gentle kiss.

" I want you to be on your guard as well, Sandor, we know the enemy uses poison to great effect. "

" It would not do that I would reduce to ash Quarth should any harm come to you, your Grace ", Say I in a teasing tone...