**Davos**

I am glad I have chosen this course of action, my friend and Lord of long years has lost his wits to that burning she devil that has bewitched him and robbed my Lord of his sanity and compassion all the while whispering Gods knew what into his ear, I watched, aye, I did for many months as my friend went from an honest, severe but just man do one whose heart has hardened and bent to war, capable of monstrosities and great evil, lo how I wish I could wrest him from that temptresses spell.

Instead I have turned my back to him inasmuch as his has done to reason and my counsel I hope only that he regains his sanity and casts that red witch from his side because if he does not, he too will burn and join his red god in the hellfire of a dragon's breath.

**Syrio**

Surprisingly we had fair seas and a tail wind, it seemed the Gods wished to see battle joined and aided us onward towards Westeros and war. There were no problems other than the sickness of sea suffered by Dothraki and Westeros' folk alike on the one day the wind and waves were slightly more choppy than is the norm.

I am glad I think somberly that Sansa has discovered her talent and each time she Wargs she becomes more adept at it. I know for a certain she has been practicing first with her own mount and with the other dragons. This is a scenario that had not occured to me but I think it a good thing.

By my estimation we should sight land just before dawn and relish the timing. Tis better to land, see and scout the terrain rather than to land in darkness. With nearly eighty-thousand troops it would be all but impossible to hide such numbers.

**Sandor**

The day greys toward dawn and Sansa, Souzahn and I are all astride our mounts, we can see in the distance the rocky coastline and a fleet of ships bearing Lord Davos Sigil and those of the Silver and Northern Queens. I spur Halcion to speed for a closer look. I see the faces of men I recognize both Dothraki and of Westeros as those that went with Barriston and Dani.

As I leap from Halcion's back to land with a deck jarring thud and stride with confidence to greet the men who will fight beside us and perhaps die to wrest the grasp of the Lannister's and Tyrell's from the Land. If you had told me a year ago that I would return a Dragon Rider, General in an army and...That Lady Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Winterfell, would return to Westeros a Queen and a Clegane, I would have slew you for a liar where you stood.

I have seen the beauty who is my wife grow from an unflowered wisp to a woman, wife, mother, warrior, and queen. She has the cunning in battle of men three times her age and experience. She does not shy from blood-letting and I am impressed when she metes justice, it is by her own hand rather than rely on mine own blade. She is her father's daughter, in carriage and demeanor and I feel the Late Lord Eddard would be proud a Stark will regain Winterfell.

We must win the coming engagements, that is the only way to insure the safety of my Queen, her reign and that of my growing family. A secret part of me still hopes Ser Meryn Trant yet lives, the foul cretin, for striking little bird, for shaming her at court by making her nearly nude for all to see, will I kill him. I hope only my temper gets not the better of me so I make his suffering a lingering one.

My Queen joins me on the deck of the ship, greetings are again exchanged and we get to it. A raven is sent to the Twins, apprising Dani and Barriston of our immenent landfall. We will replenish troops lost these past weeks on the ships, supplimenting Lord Davos men.

It is in then a man comes forth bearng a Sigil upon his tunic unfamiliar to me...

**Sansa**

My back is ramrod straight as I take to the deck and stride with purpose laden steps to the knot of men gathered before my husband, I look each assembled man in the eye and see in theirs curiosity, appraisal and finally acceptance. " Your Grace ", their spokesman says.

" As you know I come to you as Queen of the North, I thank you all for the effort and blood you have shed and it is the first of many steps we will take together if we are to free our Land from the ever reaching hands of the Lannister's and Tyrell's."

I am greeted by nods of agreement by all but one man who rocks from heel to toe and cocks a gnarled and grey brow at me. I raise mine own to him in question and he spat upon the deck, sourleaf by the look of it, great I think silently to myself a drug addled fool must I now contend with as my lips pinch to a thin pink line.

Sandor's jaw clenches but his eyes have a bemused twinkle to them as he knows what comes to visit this leaf sucking fool.

" And your name, Ser, is ? "

**Crusty Old Bastard**

" Me name I never knew, were a foundling and reared shipboard from earliest memory, me shipmates called me bastard when I were young and now call me the crusty old bastard and worse, nor do you look old enough to be a queen nor wise enough to hold battle lore." He is a grizzled man of the sea, the sun and wind and salt has turned his skin to a leather and hair peeks out of his not quite long enough shirt as his great belly strains the rope holding up his pants. " Might be I put you over my knee and spank that narrow arse of yours."

There is no mirth in Sandors eyes now as he moves swiftly to cuff the foul mouthed sea rat about his head. Not to be detered he narrows his eyes first at Sandor, then to me and says, " That proves nothing more than your dog is capable of defending his mistress. " It is then he lets a tremendous fart and I think I am grateful to be upwind as I swear those nearest him are holding their breaths, eyes watering.

**Sansa**

" Very well, then how would you like me to cut off your shriveled cock, with your own knife, using your own hand ? " He looks at me incredously and folds his arms over his fat belly and spats again on the deck. I know now what the stains are that speckle the deck like spots on a quails egg.

I go to Sandor and he steadies me as I...

**Warg**

His will attempts to fight me but after gentle coaxing he is mine to control. I withdraw the blade at his hip and cut the rope holding his pants that fall to the deck and am dismayed that I cannot see his/mine/our cock because of this great fat belly. I fumble around and find a bit of meat with his/mine/our right hand to find that his/mine/our stones drawn up no doubt out of fear but also from the chill air. He fights me again, this time in earnest thinking I truly intend to unman him and he is greeted by his left hand balled up to land with a thwack to his jaw that staggers him/me/us.

**Sansa**

I regain my own form in the strong arms of Sandor and his crooked grin. Crusty's eyes are wide and he apologizesfirst to me and then to Sandor to the smirks and guffas of the assembled men.

We will gain land shortly and we inform the assembled men of our plan to join our forces at the Twins adding four-thousand ships to Lord Davos and their command with full crews and supplies. The Dothraki and Unsullied will travel overland with us and several hundred will disperse upriver.

It is then a man bearing a Sigil upon his breast unknown to me edges slightly forward.

**House Asha**

" I am come to you with a message from Ashsa Greyjoy, she sends word that she will marshall what men she can from the Iron Isles, that she herself had mounted a rescue attempt to free her brother from Ramsey's clutches." " However, she is now a prisoner of Stannis and he marches on Winterfell with men of the Night's Watch and wildings as well as the men of the crags and hill tribes. " " Lady Brienne of Tarth is also held captive by Stannis."

**Sansa**

" Where is Stannis' Queen and the Princess Shireen, then ? "

**House Asha**

" They have taken up residence with the Night's Watch, your Grace."

**Sansa**

I decide then and there before the Twins we will take Dragonstone while it's Master is away and say as much. The ships are made ready the Captains who were on deck to greet and stratergize with me now return to their own vessels and we are underway to take Stannis seat while he trudges through snow and ice and I secretly wonder how their horses fair compaired to our sturdy, deep chested and hairy Northern breeds.

We take to the skies once more and meet with Syrio and inform him of what transpired aboard the ship and what are plans are now. He gives one of his bright smiles and his midnight curls bounce in rythym to his vigorous nods as he agrees with the altered plans. Another raven is sent to tell Dani of our slight delay. Both Sandor and Syrio agree it will not be hard to convince the skeletal force that remains in Dragonsone to yield the Keep to our control. Sandor and Syrio had both been there and agree a force of perhaps three-thousand should be garrisoned there to hold it.

We will only lose a few days and I can fly immediately to the Twins once it is taken. Sandor and Souzahn will fly escort to our land-bound troops while I go on ahead with a contingency of Dothraki, her Unsullied no doubt will be pleased to be near her once more...

A day and a half from the meeting aboard Lord Davos fleet ship we circle Dragonstone and demand entry. The doors of the Great Keep groan in protest and are opened wide, the arms of those inside tossed half hazardly to the ground, the eyes of the occupants wide with terror and resignation. An elderly Maester totters to greet us as does the Captain of the Guard another elder fellow with only one rumey eye.

The faces of the men and women and children are gaunt and filthy, most on the verge of starvation, I realize Stannis had no intention of returning here, instead planning to take up the Iron Throne as is his want. He left very few provisions it seems a few rangy chickens, the fastest no doubt and a dozen or so lean pigs snuffle past.

One young boy with a sheen of snot running from nose to lip edges closer and asks if I am the mother of dragons to which I reply that I am not but a Stark of Winterfell wife now to Sandor Clegane. He looks at me thoughtfully and cocks his head to the side and tells me that makes sense to him as dogs and wolves are closely related or so says the Maester.

I smile and tousle his hair wondering if that was a good idea as he is most likely lousey and make a mental note that this Keep will be scrubbed from top to bottom the infested shorn of their locks and above all else fed.

I instruct the Maester that this seat is to be held for and relinquished to Lord Davos Seaworth on his return from patrolling the coastline.

**Aged Maester**

" Will your Grace be staying in residence here for the nonce ? " " The rooms have been kept ready for the... Family's return."

**Sans

I notice with no small amount of satisfaction he left out the, " royal " though I doubt it was out of respect for me.

I instruct who shall lead the garrison I will install here after of course consulting with the elder, one eyed Captain, I learn his name is Jak. Once satsfied of the arrangements of Dragonstone I take to the air to rejoin my Lord husband, son and troops.

I gain a height, unreachable by the dragon slaying munitions I know Westeros has in their arsenal and relish in the frigid air, my scarf wound tightly about my neck and face lest my very breath itself be seared from the cold of a land locked in winter's grip. The rest of me stays warm enough for dragons put off a great deal of heat, more so if they are on the wing the exertion no doubt adding to their internal warmth.

I unwind my scarf to stuff jerked meat into my mouth and wash it down with a mouthful of watered wine. The life that swells my belly flutters briefly and nestles in my womb and remains inert for most of the day. It nears dark and I must needs to relieve myself and wish to do so before darkness truly falls, I espy a small clearing and seeing no firelight I guide Summer to land, hop off and squat in the shadow of her bulk. I think wryly I am a queen yet make water in the field like a dog.

I hop into the saddle and gain the air having been on the ground less than three minutes by my estimation and perhaps five hours after night has fallen I see the light from many campfires set in the pattern of a circled X, the sign we had designated to be our own and known only to the Riders, Grey Worm and Swift Foot.

I land to be greeted by smiling Souzahn, I swear she has sprouted three more inches since we left Qarth. Sandor strolls up with small Ned nestled in the crook of his arm, his bright eyes peeping from his hooded and fur lined jumper. Sandor gives me a toothy grin and wink as I rush into his outstretched arm to place a long, wet kiss, one I hope is a promise of more to come...