—At the Dragonpit—
"Guilty," began Tommen.
On the day of sentencing, Missandei remained bound as the assembled high lords and ladies stood before her – judging her, the remaining Unsullied and Dothraki. She glowers at them, met eye contact with them, and looks away in a mixture of shame and disgust. The nearby gold cloaks remain standing with disciplined posture at her side, ensuring she does not try anything foolish.
"Guilty," echoed Myrcella.
One by one, after much deliberation amongst themselves the other Westerosi lords and ladies announced their verdict.
"Guilty," Edmure said.
Gendry and Mya were more than happy to go along. "Guilty," they said.
"Guilty," Robb chimed.
Shireen glared at Missandei; her mind still reeled from the fact that her Queen burned her father Stannis alive with dragonfire at the Battle of the Reach. "Guilty," she said firmly.
"Guilty," Theon shifted in his seat.
Doran remained composed. "Guilty," was his calm reply.
"Guilty," voiced Robin.
"Guilty," nodded Margaery.
The decision was damned near unanimous. Tyrion glanced around the semicircle, looking at each of them for a beat before Sansa slowly stands up. The others begin to follow suit. Everyone looks at everyone else. Justice. This is what they came here to do, what they came to get. For what Daenerys Targaryen and her armies have done to them, they came to get the justice they deserved.
"Missandei of Naath," Tyrion cleared his throat, "in light of the crimes committed against the people of Westeros who suffered at the hands of your Queen, Daenerys of House Targaryen, you are hereby convicted on all charges. The remaining Dothraki are to be sentenced to death execution. As you well know, they are a group of nomads who rape, pillage and murder for mere entertainment; letting them go will only mean more suffering to those who've been through enough already. As for you and the Unsullied, you are to be sent back to Essos across the Narrow Sea to live out the remainder of your lives in permanent exile—never to set foot on our lands again."
She blinked before muttering in disbelief. "That… You mock me. As if you'd let us walk away just like that."
"Lord Tyrion is performing his duty as the King's Hand, and we are offering you mercy. I'd advise taking that offer if I were you. This is your one last chance to save them – because I doubt you will get a better one. Do not waste it," Sansa countered. "One way or another, you're leaving Westeros."
"You are not welcome here," Arya said bluntly.
"Take her away."
Two City Watchmen converge on Missandei on both sides; escorting her by the arms, they escort her away to the nearest port in King's Landing in characteristic orderliness. A few merchant ships will be there to take her and the remaining Unsullied across the Narrow Sea to carry out their life sentence on the opposite side of the world where their journey had begun; as for the remaining Dothraki, for the past few days word had spread that the nomadic warriors were hanged one-by-one – each one whooped and hollered, defiant until the very end.
Missandei continued gazing beyond the horizon; emotionally broken and uncertain of what new path laid ahead of her. She wouldn't go back into the life of a slave. Daenerys freed her from servitude and the Dragon Queen was gone. As was her lover Grey Worm. Walking to the helm, she sees the remaining Unsullied raising the sails, pulling in the gangplank among other tasks.
"Suli va v'Ajo Naath. (We sail for the Isle of Naath.)" one of the Unsullied captains tells her.
"Skoro syt? (Why?)" Missandei inquires.
"Udrāzmio Torgo Nudho vēttan iā kivio. Īlon kȳvanon naejot gaomagon ziry syt zirȳla. (Commander Grey Worm made a promise. We intend to keep it for him.)"
"Kirimvose. (Thank you.)"
From the docks, the judges watched as the merchant ships weighed anchor and released its sails – with a pre-determined course set out, they sailed away never to be seen again. Sansa watched as the ships left; a sense of relief washed over the Wolf Queen knowing that the Unsullied and Dothraki were no longer a threat to Westeros, her home, her family and friends. But what came next hit closer to home.
The following day…
"We agree that something must, but we cannot afford risking another armed conflict," Myrcella suggested.
"Yes, because the rest of the world now knows that there is another Targaryen loose in the world," Yohn remarked.
"That doesn't mean you should start treating Jon as a criminal based on his birth alone! He didn't know about his parentage just as much as we," Robb shouted with frustration in his voice. "He played a vital role in ending the White Walkers. He helped us to defeat Daenerys. He rescued my sister—our Queen and her children. It's because of Jon we're all even alive to complain at all."
"No one has forgotten his heroic deeds, cousin," Robin sighed sympathetically, "but because Jon is the last surviving son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, he'll always be a threat to King Daveth's rule."
"He renounced his claim to the throne! He bent the knee!"
"A throne which has since been melted down," Margaery pointed out. "Still some whispers won't stop ceasing until the matter is settled. What do we do with Jon Snow… or, Aegon Targaryen is it now?"
"Release him," Arya demanded. "He's one of us. We grew up together in Winterfell. He's our family."
"And risk starting another war over the bloody line of succession which is now thrown into question? Thanks, but no thanks; I'm tired of it all. Nobles always starting trouble about somethin' that affects us all," Mya scoffed. "Way I see it, best slit his throat and be done with it."
"Say another word about killing my cousin and I'll cut your throat."
Mya opens her mouth to respond but sees the look on Arya's face. She's as tough as they come, but Arya… Arya is something else. No condoning her sister for her choice of words, Sansa stood with her.
"If you look outside the walls of this city," the Wolf Queen began her opening statements, "you'll find thousands of Northmen who will explain to you why harming Jon Snow is not in your interest, Lady Mya."
Tyrion shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He knew this was a controversial topic, but nothing like this.
"Friends. Please," Davos beckoned. "We've been at each other's throats long enough. We've had enough war. Jon Snow, Aegon Targaryen… what does it matter who or what he is? If it weren't for him, the Army of the Dead would have caught us completely off-guard while we were busy fighting with each other. This country owes him a debt we can never repay. The least we can do is try to give him a chance to defend himself in a fair hearing."
"His presence is reminder of the insult his father did to my sister Elia Martell," Doran said. Although a patient and reserved man, the Prince of Dorne was visibly livid. When word got out that Rhaegar annulled his marriage to Elia to wed Lyanna Stark in secret, the Dornish were furious – some even daring to call for Jon Snow's head.
"That was Rhaegar's fault, not Jon's! You can't blame him for something he didn't do!" Robb said defensively.
"And don't forget that your Northern aunt had a hand in it as well, Lord Stark. Elia, her children… His father left my sister for another woman. He slighted her, dishonored her in the worst possible way. Jon Snow cannot be allowed to walk away without facing the consequences. The North aren't the only ones who forget such grudges."
"I agree," Tyrion said hoping to find room for a possible compromise. He turned to Sansa. "Your Grace, if I may suggest—"
"I am not going to recuse myself, Lord Tyrion," she interrupted firmly.
"Sansa. I get the notion of family means everything to you, I understand that. But you're too close on this."
"I said no."
With the constant back and forth bickering amongst themselves, none seemed to notice Jon Snow being accompanied by Commander Duran to the Dragonpit. Four gold cloaks surrounded him front and back, ensuring his protection and enforcing disciplinary actions should the need arise. The White Wolf looked around the gathered lords and ladies arguing among themselves before Arya was the first to notice Jon's presence. Then Robb. Then Bran, Rickon, Talisa and Catelyn. Before long, everyone else observed him rather closely.
Edmure stands. "My lords and ladies," he said proudly. "As one of the senior lords in the country, I suppose this is the most important moment of our lives. What we decide today will reverberate through the annuls of history. We made it through four wars and lived to tell the tale. I'd like to think our experiences and hardships in the time of—"
"Uncle," Sansa interrupted. "Please sit."
The Lord of Riverrun is a little annoyed to be cut off in mid-flow, especially by his own niece. Edmure can't quite believe what he's seeing, but the chuckles and suppressed grins of the other lords make him realize his speech was squashed by a girl—his own niece. He turns to Sansa, whose eyes instruct him to take his seat. Shaking his head in humiliation, he returns to his seat.
"Unbind him," the Wolf Queen orders.
Commander Duran undoes the rope securing Jon's wrists. Feeling them freed, he massages his wrists to ease the discomfort that had taken place. They weren't rough on him, but the White Wolf knew it was just protocol—these men were just doing their jobs. But now it was time for him to face the music and take the heat.
"Should we start without the King?" Shireen asked.
"Our King has been through enough already. I think it would be more appropriate that we lighten the load on his behalf," Tyrion reminded her.
"Too tired already?" Gendry suggested. "How heavy can one crown be—"
"Don't talk about me as if I'm not present, Gendry," a voice broke the debate.
All the lords and ladies rose from their seats upon hearing the sound of armored men marching growing ever so closer. They see Daveth approaching towards the entryway to the Dragonpit. Ser Lucius enters first, running point on the Young Stag and his entourage: Bodrin, Bronn. The entirety of his Kingsguard surrounds him: Ariyana, Olyvar; among the newest members included the newly knighted Podrick Payne and Ser Jullon Qorgyle of Gulltown. With Brienne and Jaime stationed at the center, the Kingsguard was restored to the number of seven knights. Ten more Baratheon guards bring up the rear, for good measure.
Without hesitation, Daveth heads towards his seat in the center, directly in between Sansa and Tyrion. His expression looked as if he just wanted the whole trial over and done with already; there was much work needed to be done, homes to repair, funerals needing tending to, revitalizing the city's industrial and commerce centers, all of it. He looked so tired of it all. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else other than here. Brienne noticed her former squire's armor, identifying Podrick was now one of the Kingsguard. She nodded her head in approval, to which he smiled warmly. The Maid of Tarth was proud of him for his accomplishments.
"We were wondering when you were going to show up, nephew," Jaime said humorously.
"You will address the King as 'Your Grace'; don't call him 'nephew'," chided Yohn.
Daveth held a hand up. "It's fine, Lord Royce," he said. "My lords and ladies, you may be seated."
Everyone sat back down. Sansa sat next to her husband, looking at him – her eyes studying his posture. Once Daveth sat down, it was time to begin. Jon inhaled and exhaled.
"Begin."
"Well… this is quite a surprise if not a strange turn of events. Word travels fast," Tyrion scratched the back of his head. "After Jon Connington's decision to announce his parentage to the world for all to hear, there has been quite an uproar. And given the devastation of King's Landing, there has been a sharp increase in anti-Targaryen sentiment among the people." He turned to Daveth. "None of us deny that he is a hero. But politically… well, you know. What should we do with him? Where… should he go?"
Daveth stared at Jon. Sansa squeezed her husband's hand as if silently pleading with him to show compassion at this critical moment. He didn't look at her, but instead kept his gaze directly on Jon himself.
"In spite of everything that's happened, I will allow him to speak," Daveth said. "For the record, state your name."
Jon stood his ground. Calmly. Stoically reserved. "My name is Aegon Targaryen, Your Grace. Last surviving son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. I was given a bastard name—Jon Snow—by my uncle, Ned Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."
"What was the purpose of being named a bastard when you never were one in the first place?" pressed Margaery.
Samwell chimed in. "He promised Lyanna that he'd look after Jon… um, ah I mean, Aegon, and raised him as his own. Well, because he was her only son, and the fact that it was near the end of Robert's Rebellion – King Robert would have killed him if he knew who he really was."
"I'm told that you stole highly-classified documents and several dozen books from the Citadel's archives," Bodrin mentioned.
"I did."
"Why?" asked Edmure.
"It started off as trying to find a way to defeat the Night King. No one else would even listen to me," he answers. "During my research, well… ah, Gilly and I accidentally stumbled upon the High Septon's private diary describing in detail. The pages were old and worn, but it was enough to make out the words."
"What did the diary entail?" inquired Doran.
Samwell gulped. "Well… we know that Rhaegar read a prophecy in a scroll about the second coming about… um, Azor Ahai, a mythical hero according to legend who fought off the darkness – meaning the White Walkers." He unveiled a chapter. "In it he describes it as, 'there must be one. The dragon has three heads.' Now, I theorize that Rhaegar believed all three of his offspring working together to beat back the darkness – but the maesters deemed Princess Elia unfit to have a third child as it would kill her. So, Rhaegar made a difficult choice: he annulled his marriage to Elia and wed Lyanna Stark in secret to complete the cycle."
"The cycle. Always the cycle, a blind obsession with prophecy. But in the end, all it did was cost Elia her life and the lives of her children," the Dornish Prince spat. "Had we learned earlier, Dorne would never stand for it."
Daveth remained composed. "And in all that time, Jon Snow or Aegon Targaryen or however you wish to call yourself now, you knew nothing about this?" he questioned.
"No," Jon shook his head. "All my life I've been told I was Ned Stark's bastard. That I am not a Stark, that I would never be able to inherit any lands or titles. All this time, I believed that. I believed he was my father," he glances at the Starks in assembly. "I believed Robb, Bran and Rickon were my brothers, and Sansa and Arya were my sisters. I didn't question it. I thought my uncle was the most honorable man I've ever met my whole life. But when Sam told me the truth four months ago, I… I could barely stomach it."
"Did his wife know?" he referred to Catelyn.
"No. He never told Lady Stark. He never told any of us."
Then I suppose it was all a matter of time. No secret stays safe forever.
"Did anyone else eventually learn about your parentage?" questioned Theon.
"Jon told me, Arya and Rickon," Robb confessed. "He asked us to swear before the Godswood that we don't tell anyone until the time was right. He wanted to tell everyone himself."
"But instead we had to hear about it from the traitor Jon Connington before the battle," Tommen remarked. "That was before Euron cut Lord Varys's head off in front of us."
Doran shifted in his wheelchair. "So, you knew ahead of time? And you didn't do us the courtesy as your allies to inform us? Don't you think we deserved the right to know? Why hide that? What else are you hiding?"
"I have nothing for you, my lords," Jon said. "All of us were kept in the dark for years."
"Then that makes you the last male heir of House Targaryen. The last of your kind," said Edmure. "And because your Prince Rhaegar's son, you have a claim to the throne."
"I don't want it. I've already renounced any claim I had."
"That still won't stop the gossip from spreading," Robin pointed out. "So long as you are still around, your presence will always be a threat."
"That's not for you to decide, Lord Arryn," Tyrion said. Sansa is pleased until he turns to her. "And it's not for you to decide, either."
"Who then?" she asks.
Tyrion turns to Daveth. "Him. The rightful ruler of Westeros. We've made our opinions on the matter clear. So now we let's offer our judgment on the matter. But if we come to a deadlock… then Jon Snow's fate will be left entirely for our King to decide. The time is now. Choose now."
"But why just us?" Samwell questioned. He stands uncomfortably, steeling himself and goes on. "Each of us represent all the Great Houses. Baratheon, Stark, Lannister, Arryn, Tully, Tyrell, Martell, Greyjoy. Why should we be the ones to make such a monumental decision? Maybe the decision about what's best for everyone should be left to… well, everyone."
The attending lords and ladies stare at him for an incredulous moment before breaking out into laughter.
"Get real, fat ass!" Mya chortled.
"Maybe we should give the dogs a say in the matter as well," Edmure suggested humorously.
"I'll ask my horse," Yohn chimed in.
Daveth shook his head, massaging his temple. "Sit down, Tarly," he groaned. Samwell nods uncomfortably at their rejection, then sits. "Lords and ladies, I've heard your opinions of the matter – of what to do with Jon Snow… Aegon Targaryen. Half want him to be freed, the other half wants him dead. The time for deliberation is over. Render your judgment." He stroked the stubble on his chin, taking into consideration of each side's moral arguments. "But take into consideration that two wrongs don't make a right. Neither side will come out pleased with the outcome."
"What do you mean? House Targaryen is evil, brother," Gendry said.
"Evil is evil," the Young Stag mused. "Lesser, greater, middling… it's all the same. But if we paint all with the same brush indiscriminately, then we are no different than the Mad King or his daughter." He sighed. "Make your choice."
Tyrion shifted in his seat again and exhaled loudly. "Not guilty," he began.
"Not guilty," Robb said.
"Guilty," Doran said.
"Guilty," Edmure said.
"Abstain," Theon said.
"Guilty," spoke up Robin.
"Not sure if I get a vote, but not guilty," Davos suggested.
"Abstain," replied Tommen.
"Abstain," echoed Myrcella.
"Abstain," Shireen shook her head.
"Guilty," said Gendry.
"Guilty," Mya mused.
"Not guilty," said Margaery.
"Not guilty," Sansa said firmly.
With astonishment, all the gathered lords and ladies turn to look at each other; four abstentions, five guilty, five not guilty verdicts. The Great Council was now in a gridlock on the decision of what to do with Jon Snow/Aegon Targaryen; half wanted him executed, half wanted him spared. Tyrion has no immediate answer as to what had just happened; no one else does, either. With gridlock tightly gripping the Great Council, all eyes turned towards Daveth to break the tie. The Young Stag internally groaned with irritation as he wanted to remain neutral; but he knew doing so would only lead to more gridlock, more debate, more division. Glancing to his left, Robb, Sansa, Tommen, Myrcella, Margaery, Samwell, Brienne and Davos look at him; glancing to his right, Edmure, Shireen, Gendry, Mya, Robin, and Doran looked at him.
Shaking his head, Daveth made the informed decision to break the tie. "Not guilty," he announced.
Jon was somewhat surprised, but nonetheless relieved. Robb nodded his head in approval, as did Arya and Rickon. Sansa smiled. Others were looking displeased, but the decision was already made. Jon Snow/Aegon Targaryen will be spared. Noticing the vague expressions on their faces, Daveth stood from his seat.
"I know what some of you are thinking," he said. "But I did not come here just for the sake of favoritism. No, that would be a selfish thing to do. I stand here before you, before this Great Council, because I feel the need to remind you all of what was really at stake."
No one said a word. They remained in their seats, listening.
"What unites a country? What unites a kingdom? What unites the people? None of us really know the answer. For generations, each of us were once independent kingdoms warring at each other. We've been pawns in the machinations of those who came before us." Daveth glanced at the ruined Red Keep before looking at the high lords and ladies from face to face. "But in our journey to get here, we lost our way. At some point, power becomes its own master and we became its slaves. Aegon the Conqueror made sure of that when he built the Iron Throne, starting the cycle we have all come to know; one his descendants continued for 300 years. We simply laid back and chose to accept the inevitability of living in their dream and told ourselves it was necessary. Every war we fought, every loss we suffered… rather than point fingers at each other, look at the source of it all—who the real enemy that corrupted the land was unless we have checks and balances put into place to prevent another evil from arising."
Of all who listened, Sansa and Tyrion were keen on taking in every word closely.
"Those who built the Seven Kingdoms into a single realm sought much. To dominate, to rule over all; they yearned for more. But do you now see what they truly left us, my lords and ladies? A 300-year cycle with no end in sight, which has kept these wars going to preserve it. How many more had to suffer and die before all this madness could stop? That's why the Iron Throne had to be destroyed. So that we could start anew—to build a new world, a new beginning." Daveth soon shook his head in exhaustion. "But… enough is enough. We must open our eyes. We are the new generation. If you choose to stay or leave, I will not judge you. You're not slaves. No one's forcing you to do anything. You are all free men and women capable of independent thinking. I'll leave it in your hands."
Daveth then sat back down next to Sansa. He looked so tired of it all and wanted it to end. Sansa brushed her thumb across her husband's hand sympathetically. So much stress, so heavy was such a burden. Tyrion detected this as well and rose from his seat to face the assembly.
"You know, I've had nothing to do but think these past few weeks. Now that the issue of deciding who ought to rule is settled, there is something I'd like to say," Tyrion said. "What unites people? Armies? Wealth? Influence? Banners?" he shakes his head. "Hope. Not just the promise of a new tomorrow, but the people who can actually make it happen if given the chance. It's an idea that cannot be stopped, no enemy can defeat it—an idea that binds us all together. And who better inspires hope against seemingly impossible odds…" he turns to his nephew, "than Daveth the Great?"
The Young Stag blinked confused. What? Sansa squeezed his hand again, getting his attention. She nodded at him. The other lords turned to look at him, even Jon, to study Daveth further.
"A boy who was robbed of his innocence and childhood in ways that would bring others to the brink of madness," Tyrion continued. "He suffered so much cruelty and abuse at such a young age, it left terrible scars on his heart. Yet the boy did not allow the trauma to break his spirit. He trained – in the body and in the mind – and ventured forth to become the man he would grow up to be. One who defends the weak, who kept his promises, to inspire so many, forge many bonds throughout the kingdom and leads a nation in times of war by any means despite the dangers on his life. He took on so many of his father's responsibilities as well as the many burdens on his shoulders. Hope is what kept us united throughout these many years. He embodies the best of us, what we could all be if we work together. Our dreams, our futures. Who better to lead us into a new era?"
As Tyrion speaks, Bran looks down at the armrest on his wheelchair and sets his hand back on it. He doesn't really smile anymore, but the faintest hint of amusement begins to form – as if he foresaw what was about to come next.
"But he will no longer have to bear this burden alone," the Imp finishes. "Whenever he needs our help, the lords and ladies of Westeros will be there to help him, just as we're doing now."
Nods all around display general consensus on this notion.
Tyrion looks at his nephew. "I know you're tired. I know you feel burned out. You've given more than you should have. You didn't ask for any of this, but no one else could have done what you've did. So I must ask you now: if we agree to install a series of reforms, checks and balances to lessen the burden, will you continue to lead the Seven Kingdoms to the best of your abilities until your last day?" he asked.
"You have my word," Daveth swore.
Tyrion looks around the circle. "Then… House Lannister and the Westerlands will stand with Daveth of the House Baratheon, the First of His Name, from this day until the end of time."
Edmure shifts in his seat. Still feeling miffed, but he knows he'll have more influence at court with his niece as Queen and the promise of proposed reforms. "House Tully and the Riverlands will support Daveth Baratheon."
Robb turned. "Our two houses have always been close for many years. Bound in blood, bound by blood… we are brothers. From this day until the end of our days. You've been good to my sister. Tens of thousands of Northmen would have fallen to the Night King had your armies not come to our aid. We will never forget that. I'm proud to declare House Stark and the North will follow Daveth Baratheon to the ends of the earth."
"We're family, cousin. You know that House Baratheon and the Stormlands will always stand with you," Shireen declares.
The legitimized Baratheons, Mya and Gendry, are Daveth loyalists and stood up.
"As will I," Mya confirmed.
"And me. I'm not a soldier, but I'm a fighter. You'll always have my hammer should the need to bash some heads in comes up," Gendry nodded.
Robin looks at Yohn, who nods. "House Arryn and the Vale stands with Daveth Baratheon. I know it's what my father would have done."
"I know our two houses had differences—violent ones. My family did terrible things to you," Theon said, "but let me make it up to you. House Greyjoy and the Iron Islands kneels to Daveth Baratheon."
Doran remained calm. "I'm not pleased with the outcome, but you did help Oberyn and I get justice for our sister, Elia. I suppose that alone will have to suffice. House Martell and Dorne will stand with you."
"House Tyrell and the Reach stands with Daveth Baratheon, as our two houses are already joined," Margaery stated. Although she knew she would never become Queen, Margaery knew when she was beaten at the political game.
Everyone in attendance, the most powerful men and women in Westeros, they all look to their King, eager to see how the promise of a new era will play out now that the war was finally over, hopefully for good this time. Tyrion looks around for objections of further recommendations, but none of them speak.
"All hail Daveth the Great of House Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Long may he reign," he vowed.
Daveth stood as all stood in attendance. Trading glances left and right, his reign over the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros would continue for more years. A chill in the air sent a shiver down his spine; must be a winter breeze. Doesn't matter now. But there was still one thing left undone. Daveth looked at Jon, then noticed a gathering of smallfolk from within the city nearing the entrance of the Dragonpit.
"The war is over; peace has been restored and life goes on. But there is one more thing that must change. Aegon Targaryen," he said.
Jon stepped forward. "Whatever it is you need from me; I'll be glad to help."
"I know. No one will forget you played a vital role in defeating the White Walkers, the Night King and Daenerys. This world owes you a debt. You saved my family. I'll never forget that. And on behalf of the crown, I thank you for all you've done." He glances at the crowd. "But Lord Tyrion is right about this. There has been an increase in anti-Targaryen sentiment. You are a hero and I don't blame the son for the sins of the father, but there are still many who would rather see your head on a spike for simply being a Targaryen."
Robb, Sansa, Arya, Rickon and Jon looked suspicious if not concerned.
Daveth knew he would face some backlash from his in-laws, but he was asking for at least someone to make a sacrifice for him. The situation was far too delicate right now. "I'm sorry, but in light of the revelation of your true parentage, I'm afraid you cannot be allowed to remain south of the Neck. You need to leave."
"Where do you want me to go?" Jon asked.
"That is entirely up to you. Peace often requires compromise, and no one will be satisfied no matter what." Daveth sighed and turned to leave. "You'll have three days. That's the best I can do."
Chapter End
Author's Note: The judgment has been passed down regarding Missandei, the Unsullied and Dothraki; Jon Snow/Aegon Targaryen had his hearing and his fate has been decided; Daveth keeps his crown, yet a new throne will need to be built for him. But how will the new one be different from the Iron Throne itself? As for the interaction between Daveth and Jon, does the last seem a bit harsh or was a compromise needed to keep the peace? Either way, we're getting even closer to the end! Next chapter will feature the last of the Starks and Jon's decision on where his new journey will take him. What will his plans entail? Take a guess. Stay tuned for more updates!
Dovahkiin1503: It is funny how fast people forget that Daveth, Gendry Shireen and Mya also have Targaryen blood. Hell Daveth rode on Rhaegal during the Long Night. If the people are against House Targaryen, than they should also be against House Baratheon ecpecially Daveth since he is a dragon rider.
Chris the Metis: Decision will be made by Jon and Jon alone. His choice itself will be respected by all. Devath's words is correct, they are in a new age which changes will bring either for better or for worse only tell.
Ozilla: For people saying Daveth is unreasonable he isn't. He just banish Jon from the South so the North it is all good as long as Jon stays North nothing will happen to him and after Dany their is literally no supporters for the Targeyen rule.
SomethinUsername: Of course, you HAD to put in that Witcher easter egg
Guest #4: I been reading this since the start as you wrote and I loved the book a thousands times better then the tv show but the worst thing I hate was in the show was Jon snow goes to the night watch please make where he can at least stay home in winter fell I think Jon is more Stark then everyone in the tv show and book he might be tied with Ned Stark.
Guest #3: Author please write this where he will at least stay in the north
Guest #2: He goes around the world with Aya I called it.
Guest #1: I think if Jon wanted a family he can in the north. Because they all loved his "father" Ned who treated him as his own son And him. I am pretty sure the small folk and nobles will at least deal with Jon living in the north. I can't see the north calling out for Jon head at all. I hope he doesn't take the black at all. Oh yeah I hate to say it but Daveth if you make him go to Essos or join the night watch I am really going to piss. Jon snow WON the war at the end if it wasn't for him then you would never know about the dead or have him in the dance of the dragons. And if loyalty for his whole life makes him leave or join the night watch. Daveth don't repeat history Ned Stark claimed to have a bastard where it would bring him dishonor for his whole life. And Ned died saving you Daveth. Oh yeah if war was some how to happened. You have The North,Riverlands,stormlands maybe the western lands and if you get Tommon and Margery marry then you have reach and the crown lands are pissed but they love their queen I can't see a war happening because what you Have left the iron islands are a joke right now ( F you Theon). And then their the vale who value honor with most of the olds lords who loved Ned Stark as one of their own I don't see them calling for Jon head but I see Robin who might call for his head just for the sake of doing it. And then their is Dorne. They can't do anything on their own.
Or yeah Daveth the great if you make him leave then for all of history will see "no matter for your service if you have a drop of blood of the enemy then you deserve nothing." I am pretty sure Jon landed on the right side of the coin and he is pretty awesome and saved the 7 kingdoms. But Daveth if he leaves then that will make you barely better then your own father. King Robert just killed the Targaryen children but you Daveth are hiding behind politics right now. people are piss but grow God damn back bone you won multiple wars and now you basically banishing Jon who save the 7 kingdoms. You literally just said sins of father don't pass on the son but when war is at risk then you change your mind. You just banished a war hero who saved your life multiple times. Or yeah let's not forget he is family to you after all. History WILL KNOW A WAR HERO IS BEING BANISHING BECAUSE THE ACTIONS OF HIS FATHER AND AUNT.
Sorry about my words in my first two reviews I just a got little mad. When I read a book and if I understand it is like a movie in my head and when I saw Daveth basically banishing Jon. I just reliazed that is the best choice for Jon. But please make where we know Jon will be happy.
noobie53: Pretty sure those smallfolk are waiting to tear Jon apart, thats why Daveth made that decision.
cleopatra12345: Jon needs some peace and quiet. the shit he's been through is too much and now exile. smh. they will need him soon. bet
ArtanisRose: A fair judgment actually. Meams he can stay in the North, or even the True North. Jon needs a house of his own up there...or shit, he becomes the next King Beyond the Wall.
C.E.W: So it has come to it, the last remnants of Daenerys Targaryen's supporters have been dealt with. Dothraki wiped off from the face of the world, Missandei and the Unsullied exiled to find some life in Narth.
Daveth is recognized as King by the other great houses of Westeros, Daveth the Great. As for the new throne well, unlike the last one that was built out of conquest, a show of power and dominance. This new throne can be built out of unity, a show of humble and hope, that ruling is not a right but a duty. It can be built of wood, or metal with smiths from all seven kingdoms, doesn't matter just make it more humble like, a sign of hope rather than power which is what draws people into doing things to claim it. The Mad King, Euron, Joffrey, Cersei, Baelish, Renly... what do these people have in common, desire for power by sitting on the Iron Throne. Let this new throne be a beacon of hope.
Jon or Aegon whatever, is only exiled from the six kingdoms south of the Neck, he go North, he can head north of the Wall with the Wildlings or head further west to sail with Arya. Either way, it will be Daveth's greatest wish that Jon embraces a new found sense of life, and live well. House Stark is going to upset about Daveth's decision, I don't expect them to respect it, only to understand it.
Ser Barristan Selmy is dead, Daveth's Kingsguard will need a new Lord-Commander. Ser Lucius Blackmyre would be a choice but he is old and his time is nearing to an end. Ser Jaime maybe given that he has proven his loyalty many times, more recently when he succeeded in protecting his nephew from Euron and Yara Greyjoy. Also, Ser Olyver Frey doesn't have to worry about his secret Paramour Tyene Sand given that Ser Lucius, Ser Barristan covered up for Prince Lewyn Martell when he served in the Kingsguard, he had paramour too.
Tyrion is probably going to marry Shae if she lives, and continue serving as Hand of the King. I cannot given an opinion on House Lannister's future and that of the Westerlands.
Theon Greyjoy after a few years will probably try to recolonize the Iron Islands and form a new Ironborn culture, hopefully better than the one that came before.
Tommen may perhaps take the Tyrell name and rule the Reach with Margaery, although she will handle the ruling. Margaery may grow the genuinely love him, who knows but it might turn out a healthy marriage. Maegaery although disappointed she never got to become Queen, she has accepted that there has been enough death.
Shireen will rule the Stormlands with Gendry and Mya helping her, she needs help now more than ever now that her father Stannis is gone.
Myrcella and Tystane will eventually succeed Doran as rulers of Dorne, and the remaining Sand Snakes become their bodyguards.
The North will rebuild eventually, as will the Riverlands and I have no opinion on the Vale's future.
Wannabe-Freak: It was only a few days ago I finished season 8 of the show, and I gotta say this was made better. Sure it's different since theirs a new character, but even then it's still written well. Can't wait for the next one, how many chapters are left for this story?
―A few chapters left, followed by an epilogue slide.
Moshi: I'm sorry, but what was done to Jon was pure utter bullshit!
Aries90: Well I have to say this is so much better than what happened in season 8 of game of thrones the story telling the character devolopment amazing .
fiend89: I mean, Jon could have just teamed with Dany if he was going to be treated like this. Ungrateful people.
10868letsgo: I say give Jon Targaryen Summerhill or Moat Calitin as a lord. After all, some great kings who renounced the crown to be a Lord of their lands.
johnnylee619: I think...it would be interesting to see Jon deciding to go West, and if Arya is willing to come as well. His blood comes from both the north and south, of ice and fire. By choosing West, it symbolizes the direction of his own identity. It's also fine if he choose to go to the real north though, as long as the writing is better than the show and we get more closure from it.
Also, I noticed another Witcher Easter egg.
BioRL: Jon could go with Arya to explore the world and that way there would be no more chance of Targaryens.
There is also the possibility that a Kraken kills them while they navigate xd.
RHatch89: Awesome update :)
mpowers045: Excellent and I always hate the way those typical assholes laugh at such a great idea
TehStorm: Great chapter and i absolutely loved daveth's new title of "the great".
In my opinon daveth's decision to exile jon was the correct one,he is the king wich mean he have to stay impartial and do whats best for ALL his subjects,so i hope the starks will be mature enough to understand that jon cannon't live in westeros anymore.
Also,i hope the epilogue can be something among the lines of a history teacher on modern times telling her/his class about the legend of "Daveth the Great".
Can't wait for the next chapter.
RubyDragon123: I think that the compromise was what honestly should have happened in the show. Granted, Jon and the North weren't allied with Danny in this story, but the idea that a compromise could be reached was great. If he didn't compromise, the Starks would've been mad, but if Daveth did nothing he would lose support from the other kingdoms. As for the Iron Throne, I imagine that it wouldn't be made up of the swords like the previous version, but maybe something that inspires hope or something? I'm not sure how it'd look. And as for Jon, I can only imagine that it'd be like the show, with him heading beyond the wall. Or maybe Jon just stays in the North for the rest of his life
mitchn: Going to miss this story when it ends. Having you considered doing another one after this one?
―If I get enough requests, I might consider it.