Little explanation about the last chapter, Rhaegar greatest dream was for Jon to rule as the greatest king of Westeros with Daegar and Naerys standing at his side and Jon want's to honor that dream that is why he is working so hard to try and make amends with Daegar…. A lot of reunions in this chapter
Alliance
Arya Stark
The Crownlands….
Arya's eyes snapped open as she heard the sound of Illyria breathing heavily, indicating she had fallen asleep, she quietly stood up and picked up a nearby rock that was bigger than her head, she then walked over to where Illyria was sleeping.
Arya raised the rock above her head, ready to bring it down on Illyria's face but before she can a smile creeps up on Illyria's face and a giggle escapes her lips "I taught you well child" the bravosi says as her eyes snap open "You almost had me"
"You bitch!" Arya snarls.
Illyria sits up, with a disappointed look "that's not the Arya I remember"
"No!" Arya snaps "This is who you made me when you gave me Away to Oberyn, NOW APOLOGIZE!"
Illyria suddenly kicks out at Arya's legs knocking her down "I thought I taught you never to let your guard down" Illyria says with a smirk.
"You're evil!" Arya spits as she stumbles to her feet "Don't you care about the people you hurt"
The smirk disappears from Illyria's face "When you've hurt as many people as I have, it's easier not to care" Illyria says sadly before shaking her head "We need to keep moving"
"What did he give you?" Arya asks.
Illyria tilts her head in confusion "Who?"
"You know who?" Arya says "Oberyn, he handed you something, that's why he let us go"
Illyria nods and pulls out the letter Oberyn gave her 'I believe it to be his end game"
Lyanna Stark
Jon's Camp, The Crownlands….
"Your grace!" Ser Barristan Selmy calls marching towards Lyanna, she gives the old knight a friendly smile, it was good to see him again and not be his prisoner, "The king is returning"
Lyanna let's out a sigh of relief but frowns when she see's the grim look on the knight's face "What is it?" she asks.
"He's not alone Your grace"
Lyanna marched with Ser Barristan to meet her son, she spotted him riding on horseback with Ser Darron Flynn at his side and the Knights of the vale behind him, but something wasn't right, his army was larger than before and men were holding banners of the houses Redwyne, Tarly and Tyrell that had not declared for Jon but had declared for her other son, but what took her focus was the man riding beside him dressed in black steel armour, his face covered by a helmet.
Jon dismounts his horse and embraces his mother tightly, a proud smile on his face "Jon what is this?" Lyanna asks in confusion.
Jon responds by turning to the armored warrior who was dismounting and walking towards her, Lyanna's breath catches as the man removes his helmet revealing his short silver hair, handsome face and violet eyes.
"Mother," Daegar says with a small nod.
A large smile splits Lyanna's face and she practically jumps into Daegar as she hugs him tightly "My beautiful sweet boy!" she sobs against her against her youngest son shoulder.
Daegar hesitates but eventually hugs his mother back before the two break apart, Jon then steps towards them "We should speak alone" he says.
Jon Targaryen
Minutes later….
Daegar, Lyanna, Darron, Jon and Ser Barristan all stand around a large war table in Jon's tent, Daegar flashes Ser Barristan an angry look "So this is where you ran off to" he sneers.
Ser Barristan glares back "I should have been here from the start," he says "I was a fool to follow you for so long, you are a dishonorable man, who stole your brother's crown"
"Yes, we all know what type of man he is," Darron says his face red with fury "Remember poor Arthur Dayne?" he asks "He was you're father's best friend but that meant nothing to you!"
"Enough!" Jon says firmly "We are not here to put knives to each other's throats"
"Why are we here!" Darron shouts before pointing at Daegar "He is the enemy we have been fighting for the last three years, and now we have him in our grasp!"
"HE IS NOT THE ENEMY!" Jon shouts "Oberyn Martell is the one who started all this, he is the one we should be fighting"
"What happened to him?" Lyanna asks.
Jon sighs "he slipped away during the battle," Jon says, his voice heavy with regret and disappointment.
"But Daemon Blackfyre is dead," Daegar says "The Red Viper has no king to back"
Jon nods "Any lords who sided with him will be looking to surrender," Jon says "Our father's killer is on his own"
"Where would he go?" Ser Barristan asks "Dorne?"
Jon shakes his head as he looks at the map on the table "the whole reason for this war is Oberyn's revenge, If he runs back to Dorne he might never get another chance, He'll go to King's Landing"
"It makes sense," Darron says with a nod "He escaped with couple-hundred men and he must have left a Garrison at king's Landing, enough to hold the city"
"Then we march on King's Landing," Jon says "That sound good to you brother?"
Daegar simply nods "I'll ready my men," he says.
As he starts to leave Jon calls out to him "I would like a chance to talk alone" he says "When you are ready"
Daegar stares silently at his brother before leaving, Jon sighs and turns to his mother and the two knights 'I need time to think" he says, Lyanna nods, Barristan and Darron bow before turning to leave but Jon grabs Darron's arm "Not you" Jon says "We need to talk about Jamie"
Naerys Targaryen
Dragonstone….
Naerys smiled brightly as she held baby Visenya in her arms, the small tufts of silver hair on her daughter's head had grown to cover her head, the small child cooed softly in her mother's arms, Naerys could never understand how her mother loved Daegar so much, the seven knew that Daegar was not an easy child to raise, he was stubborn, quick to anger and never seemed to listen to anyone, but now Naerys understood a mother's love.
Naerys sighed sadly, all she wanted was for Daegar to meet his daughter, she wanted to see the look on her brother's face and she wanted them to be a family, Gods know she doesn't deserve it she had done horrible things since her father died, Stealing the throne from Jon, murdering Margery Tyrell, bringing the high sparrow to power and getting Renly Baratheon killed. Her father always said that she and her brothers would bring the realm peace…how disappointed he would be.
"Princess!" a voice calls behind her, she turns to see the Assassin who saved her Jaran standing with a smug look on her face "We are here"
Minutes later….
Naerys stepped off the small ship cautiously with Visenya in her arms and Jaran following closely behind a group of Targaryen soldiers had made their way onto the beach, Naerys walked forward cautiously before her father died Jon was his heir and therefore the Prince of Dragonstone despite that he had not spent much time on the ancestral Targaryen home, mostly preferring to stay in King's Landing, So the men here should not have much loyalty to him.
"The soldiers step towards her with their spears pointed, a strong and tall looking man stepped forward, his silver hair was tied back and his beard was trimmed neatly his eyes were a violet purple"
"State your name and purpose here!" the man orders.
Naerys answers by pulling back her hood revealing her mismatched eyes and long silver hair, the soldiers gasp upon seeing her the silver-haired man quickly bows "Princess Naerys" he greets "I apologize I did not expect-"
"No need Ser," Naerys says "But my daughter is cold may we discuss this inside?"
"Of course," he says walking beside her as they walk "I am Monford Velaryon the lord of Driftmark, You're brother the king put me in charge of Dragonstone when the war started"
"And you have no loyalty to my other brother?" she asks.
Lord Velaryon shakes his head "Prince Jon never spent much time here, despite being the prince of Dragonstone, but prince Daegar visited regularly" he says "As far as I'm concerned Daegar Targaryen is king I follow"
Naerys smiles "I thank you for your loyalty to me and my brother"
"When we heard the capital had fallen we feared the worse," The lord of Driftmark says "But I'm certain the king will re-take it"
Naerys sighs "I hope you are right my lord.
Jon Targaryen
Jon's camp, The Crownlands….
Jon sighed as he finally got a chance to sit down for the first time since he got back, he unsheathed Blackfyre and looked at the beautiful design of the blade, he then grabbed the Dagger that Daemon Blackfyre used against him, he winced as the memory brought a fresh wave of pain in his shoulder.
Someone entered the tent, Jon looked up to see Daegar standing before him "Marvelling at your prizes brother?" his tone was sarcastic, but his face was serious as always.
"Father always wanted to bring this sword back into the family," Jon says quietly.
Daegar scoffs "And it was a snake like Baelish who managed to do it"
Daegar sits in a chair and leans close to his brother "I saw you're General storm out your tent" he says.
Jon shakes his head "I told him about Jamie" Jon says sadly "He did not take it well"
"I heard reports of what you did at Casterly Rock," Daegar says with a snort "I didn't know you had it in you"
Jon glares at his brother "Neither did I" he says "But this war has pushed me over the edge more times then I can count, our father dying, our mother almost being killed and of course You"
Jon takes a deep breath "Why did you betray me, brother?"
Daegar hesitates "You are a bastard," he says "The throne is mine by right"
Jon shakes his head "No that's the story you told yourself!" he snaps "I want the real reason!"
Daegar looks away as Jon stands in front "What
Daegar jumps to his feet "BECAUSE YOU STOLE THEM FROM ME!" Daegar screams with such a rage that Jon nearly fell back Daegar takes long hard breaths "The day you became the prince of Dragonstone was the worst day of my life, father sent me to live in the Stormlands to train with so many lords I can't even remember their names, mother said nothing in my defence even when I begged her not to let him, they made me dye my hair and dress like a commoner while you slept in a nice warm bed not having a care in the world"
"They wanted you away from the court," Jon says "They wanted you to become familiar with the common people"
Daegar shakes his head "They wanted me away so that they could focus on you!" he sneered "You, their first-born son"
"You think I took them away from you," Jon says with a scoff "So you decided to take something away from me"
Daegar nods "That is why I did all this," he says quietly "I needed you to feel what I've felt all my life"
"Don't you dare blame me" Jon says with a glare "This war is all your fault if you had just done what was asked of you none of this would have happened and we could have marched straight to Dorne and ended it within the year"
"No Jon" Daegar snaps "that never could have happened Because I will never be your servant"
"And you would never have been," Jon says "You are my brother, becoming king never would have changed that"
Daegar hesitates before letting out a strained laugh "I almost believed you brother" he says "You've always had a talent for talking your way out of things"
"That is not true," Jon says.
"Isn't it?" Daegar asks, his eyes wide with anger "You broke a parley with the Lannisters and slaughtered men, women, and children and the only one who leaves you is Jamie Lannister, I execute a man who has been terrorizing the realm the three years and my men look at me like I'm a monster"
"You didn't just execute Daemon Blackfyre Daegar," Jon says "You burned him alive with wildfire, have you forgotten how our Grandfather got his name?"
Daegar opens his mouth to speak but then turns away from his brother "I was trying to prove he was a liar and a fake" Daegar says defensively "Dragons don't burn"
"We are not dragons Daegar," Jon says resting a hand on his brother's shoulder "We are men just like everyone else and we die like everyone else"
Daegar shrugs Jon off "I need to prepare my men" he says before leaving.
Jon watches as he goes before sitting back in his chair and sighing.
Oberyn Martell
King's Landing….
Oberyn dismounted his horse as he entered king's Landing, it took all his strength not to collapse from exhaustion, he his men had ridden day and night to get to the capital a quickly as possible, he and Daemon Blackfyre went into that battle with 4,500 men and now Oberyn returned with only 200.
"Prince Oberyn!" a man in gold painted armor shouts, Oberyn recognizes him as the captain of the golden company "What happened?"
"That battle did not go as expected," Oberyn says "It appears Rhaegar's sons have finally found common ground"
"Fuck the gods," the captain says "What about the king?"
Oberyn can't help but smirk "Gone"
"Then we are well and truly fucked," The captain says "Should we ask for peace?"
Oberyn glares at the man "Why would we do that?" Oberyn demands "We have the red keep and when have men to hold it"
"We can't stay here forever!" the captain shouts
"We don't have to," Oberyn says "Just long enough for Illyria of bravos and Arya Stark to get to Lyanna Stark,
