Hello Everyone! Here I am again from self-isolation! Hopefully, you all are staying safe and taking all this seriously (unlike my sibling who refuses to stay indoors).

Here's a new chapter, longer than the last one and one I was a bit anxious to write. I hope you all enjoy it and I'll try to update another story this weekend!

It takes everything he has to leave his wife's side, especially when he hears her screams. But her concern, her sureness of the danger their children are in motivated him. He rushes towards their tent and sees a few bodies laying on the ground.

He pulls out Longclaw, ready to kill whoever dared to be in their tent.

He pushes the flap to the side, jumping in the room, his sword immediately clashing with another. He doesn't hesitate, disarming the man and upon seeing the Raven armor killing him. He looks around the room and sees more dead bodies and a man holding a blade to his son's neck.

"Put the sword down Aegon. I just want them," the eerie voice of Bran comes out of the soldier's mouth.

"Where are my children, Bran?" he growls.

"I will find them all and the Songs of Ice and Fire will soon come to an end," the voice says again.

"I will kill you, Bran," he spats, feeling his blood boil as he sees the knife cut the skin of his son. "Let him go and I'll make your death swift."

The soldier just smirks as he digs his dagger deeper into his son and Jae screams in pain.

He snaps.

Before he can charge Ghost comes in from behind and bites down on the arm holding the dagger, causing the man to scream and drop Jae. Without hesitation, he buries Longclaw into the man and cuts off his head. A few more men enter the tent and he is quick to dispose of them as well.

His son's cries are what remove him from the bloodlust haze. He sheaths his sword and picks up Jae from the floor, quickly putting pressure on the cut on his throat. He gives him a once over trying to see if he's hurt anywhere else before crushing him into his chest.

"I've got you. Don't worry," he whispers to his first son.

He needs to find his other children, hoping that his cousin had not managed to harm them. He hears soft whimpers coming from within the tent and looks around for the source.

Most of the furniture has been turned over, the room having been ransacked. However, his bed is still intact and the sounds seem to be coming from underneath. He rushes towards the bed and gently places Jae on it.

"Keep your hand on this alright, keep it tight," he orders and his son does as he says, keeping the cloth on his wound.

He bends down and looks below the bed. He sighs in relief as he finds his two other children down there. He reaches out and touches her daughter's leg but she immediately begins to scream.

"NO! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! PAPA! MAMA!"

"Lyanna! Lya! It's me, love," he shouts out, over her screams. He sees her face look up, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her arms are wrapped around Rhaegar, who is beginning to fuss.

"Papa," Lyanna cries.

How his little girl managed to get herself and the babe down there he's not sure but he thanks Rhollor nevertheless. He reaches under to pull Rhaegar out as Lyanna crawls out. She immediately embraces him burying herself in his chest.

"I'm sorry Papa. I tried to get Jae but I couldn't," she sobs out.

"Shhh," he tries to comfort her. "I got your brother, don't worry. But we need to get him some help alright. Can you be a brave girl for a little while longer?"

She nods and he gently lets her go. He stands up carrying Rhaegar in one arm and picks Jaehaerys up with the other. His boy is thankfully still keeping the cloth on his injury although the blood is beginning to seep through. He turns to look at his daughter.

"Stay close. Don't trust anyone. You see someone getting too close you let me know alright?"

She thankfully nods in understanding and they all make their way out of the tent.

They're vulnerable, he knows this. With his sons in his arms, he would not be able to draw out Longclaw to defend them. But he needs to get his son to the Dothraki and Freefolk healers. His nerves calm when Ghost, covered completely with blood, returns to their side and keeps close to Lyanna.

They make their way through the camp most ignoring or not realizing who they were, which he is thankful for.

"It hurts…" Jae groans and he hurries even more, especially when Jae's eyes begin to droop.

"Stay awake, lad. Don't fall asleep," he orders.

"Sleepy papa," his son's voice becoming softer.

Thankfully they soon arrive at the same tent he had left his wife. One of the healers immediately takes notice of his entrance and Jae's condition.

"My Khal, let me take Khalakka," she says, taking his son from his arm. Rhaegar begins to cry and another Dothraki comes forward, his nursemaid, takes him away as well, staying close enough where he can see them. He turns and looks down at his daughter giving her a once over to make sure she is alright.

She looks scared but unhurt.

"Lya, what happened?" he asks.

"I heard fighting outside the tent and felt pain in my head, so did Jae. But then it went away when I remembered my dream," she says.

"What dream?" he asks.

"I saw a little girl with brown hair, dark skin, she had a black cat with her. She told me to hide under the bed just like she did. That my Papa would come to find and keep me safe. I didn't understand that this morning but then I did," she reveals.

His heart clenches hearing this. He knows who that little girl was remembering the stories of the fates of his siblings, his real siblings. How his sister had also hidden under the bed of their father, living the same terror his daughter had except she had met her horrible demise at the hands of the Mountain.

He knows that there's nothing after this but part of him wants to believe his sister saved his children. That maybe Dany was right and magic did flow through their veins.

"I got Rhaegar from his crib and put him under the bed. I was coming back out to get Jae when those men came in," she explains.

She begins to tear up so he picks her up and holds her tightly.

"It's alright. You did your best," he reassures her.

He says sweet nothings to her, trying his best to settle her and get his own emotions in line.

How much time passes he's not sure. He sat down in a chair at some point and Lyanna fell asleep in his arms at another. He's received few updates about Jae and Dany, just knowing that they're resting and recovering. Slowly this tent somehow becomes their new quarters and he doesn't seem to mind. Ser Davos and Arya find him soon enough, both offering to take over his watch but he refuses. He can't leave his family when he was so close to losing them all.

I nearly lost them…

He wants to cry. In relief, in anger, in despair.

They may be winning battle after battle, castle after castle, people after people, but he still feels like he may lose the war.

If he loses a single person of his family he may as well have lost everything. And Bran knows that. He'll use that. Where that thing has nothing to lose he has everything. And that alone puts Bran in position to win no matter what.

Is that how Dany felt? Whenever she faced the masters? When she faced Cersei? All of them were able to cross lines she was not willing to. They used her weaknesses against her. Used innocents, those whose lives she cared for the most against her.

"Your Grace," a voice draws him out of his thoughts as a Reach soldier stands before him. "Lord Bronn and Lord Tyrion have been brought into custody and are now in the camp."

Tyrion…

He stands, careful not to jostle his daughter too much.

"Get Davos and send him here. Tell him I need him to watch over my family while I go deal with the prisoners," he orders and the soldier is quick to bow and leave the tent.

He finds an empty cot and carefully places Lyanna on it, making sure she stays asleep. Davos soon arrives in the tent and takes his place in the empty seat.

"Please make sure they stay safe and if there are any changes have someone inform me at once," he orders.

"Will do lad," he agrees.

He gets ready to step out when Davos stops him.

"Keep your head cool. I know what the man did and if I were in your shoes I would kill him as soon as he was in my sights. But you're a King and he was your Queen's advisor first. He's betrayed you both and together and in the correct proceedings is how you should handle him," Davos tells him. He gives him a nod of agreement.

He walks in silence, following one of his men to the correct tent. When he arrives he needs to take a deep breath before giving the guards a nod and allowing them to open the tent.

The years have not been kind to the last Lannister. There's nothing left of the infamous Lannister golden locks, more wrinkles cover his face making the gash across his face more prominent and the slumped way he sits now reveals nothing on the man who once stood proudly in the throne room of Dragonstone, Hand of the rightful Queen.

His head lifts, his green eyes similar to those of a dead man.

"Bastard of Winterfell," the man says, no familiar twinkle in his eye as when he said those words to him years ago.

He doesn't respond at first. Looking at the man responsible for a great deal that happened years ago. The man who used him, as so many had before, to get what he wanted. Who thought of no one but himself. Who got everything when he was left with nothing.

"Did I do the right thing?" he asks.

"What?" the man asks in confusion.

"I know I'm a year early in asking, but did I do the right thing? I ask only because I know the answer and want to know if you have the same one," he says calmly, never once showing emotion.

He watches as understanding forms on the man's face as he remembers the words he said to him in that cold dark cell before sending him to die at the Wall.

"I thought you had at the time," Tyrion answers.

"I didn't," he responds truthfully. "I didn't need ten years as you suggested, or five or even one. I saw the truth as soon as you said those words. It only became more evident the further away I was from Kings Landing when the cloud in my mind began to dissipate. The final affirmation I needed was seeing her return to me a few months later heavy with child, our child."

Tyrion seems to shrink even more hearing these words.

"I'm sorry about the child. I didn't know she was pregnant when I…"

"Sent me to kill her?" at least the man grimaces. "No, you didn't. No one did. She didn't trust you or me or anyone enough to reveal that!" he yells in anger. "We all betrayed her, we all turned on her before she even gave us a reason to!" he takes a settling breath. "And now it turns out she never did. No. Everything that happened that day was the fault of that thing you call king. Of that thing, Sansa and you," the man grimaces again but stays silent.

"How does it feel Tyrion? To know that you got rid of a good Queen, one who would have made the realms prosperous and peaceful? Knowing you made a man kill the woman he loved and the child she carried inside her? Only to replace them both with an unfeeling monster? A monster that feels nothing for the people, that kills anyone he wishes, that has taken the free will from everyone and has plunged the realms into deeper shitholes than they were?"

His words seem to cut deep into the dwarf.

"Are you going to kill me?" Tyrion dares to ask and he can't help but smile.

"No," he answers, some hope forming in those green eyes. "I'll do much worse," he vows "You'll pay for everything you did then and what you've done now. Every betrayal, every life, every tear and drop of blood spilled because of you. Once I'm done then and only then will you be allowed to die."

The man before him grows pale, fear engulfing the tiny body.

"What? No clever words Tyrion? No dramatic speeches to try to win me over? To manipulate me into letting you go? Or perhaps as Samwell did, convince me to kill Daenerys again?" he goads but the man simply flinches at his wife's name and cowers into himself.

"No matter what I say, it won't stay your hand, or hers. Nor would I be able to make right all the wrongs I've done. So no. No speeches Aegon I'm tired of talking my way out of my death which should have come years ago," Tyrion sighs. "I just want you to spare my niece, daughter of my brother and Ser Brienne, she's innocent of all this."

He takes this information before answering the man.

"Aye, she is. Unlike your King, my wife and I don't judge children for the sins of their families nor do we attempt to kill them," he growls, the memories of the attempts on his children's lives bringing his anger to the forefront.

Tyrion grimaces again.

"I didn't… I wasn't…." the dwarf takes a deep breath seeming to not know what to say. "I argued against going after your children. I knew how much their very existence meant for Daenerys. But Bran he… he's determined to end them."

"Why?" he asks.

"He just said the Songs of Ice and Fire would end everything he's done," Tyrion says.

He remembers the priests and priestesses of Volantis saying something about a prophecy, about defeating the Great Other. But he never truly heeded any of them still weary of anything relating to prophesy.

But Dany did.

Listening closely to what Kinvara said after her resurrection and especially upon their return to Meereen. Maybe she knew something regarding this. After all, she did deduce that Bran meant their children as the "songs of ice and fire".

A soldier enters the tent and both he and Tyrion look at him.

"My King," he says with a bow. "The Queen has awakened and is asking for you."

He nods his thanks and the soldier leaves. He readies himself to leave but before he does he spares one more moment to the former Lord of Casterly Rock.

"You used me, you manipulated me but that doesn't come anywhere near close to what you did to her. She has not forgotten Tyrion and it should be her you fear more than I. I almost pity you, having to face her after what you did," he says before walking out of the tent.

He tries to push away the thought of Tyrion as he makes his way back to his family. The tent is quiet and Ser Davos is still sitting quietly in the chair his attention on his children and only removing his gaze when he hears his footsteps. One of the healers comes to him and tells him that both Dany and Jae are alright, that they both lost blood and need to rest before he walks over towards Davos.

"Thank you, Davos," he says.

"Your welcome, lad," Davos answers with a grim smile. "Your Queen is waiting for you."

He nods and walks away from his closest advisor and towards the cot, Dany is laying on.

She's awake and looks concerned as he approaches. She tries to sit up but he quickly pushes her back down.

"Rest please," he begs.

"How is he?" she asks, desperation in her voice.

She probably heard about Jae and has been worrying.

"He is fine. The Dothraki stopped the bleeding and he's resting, there's no need to worry," he assures her. "Both of you just need to rest."

"Tyrion?"

"In custody. We'll deal with him later."

She nods before looking towards the cot where Jae is resting.

"Can you bring him here please?" she asks.

He nods, placing a kiss on her brow and walking over towards Jaehaerys. He carefully lifts his son who stirs a little and smiles when he opens his eyes.

"Papa," he sighs.

"Hello, my little dragon. Mama wants you to stay with her," he tells him with a smile and his son's glee just grows.

He carefully lowers him onto his wife's cot and his boy immediately curls up to his mother's side.

"Mama," he sighs.

"My love," she says gently, kissing the side of his head.

He brings another chair next to her bed and spends the night keeping watch of his family once again vowing to not let anyone or anything take them from him.