Hello all. Thank you for still being with the fic. I have decided not to add any smut in my any fic beyond simple stuff. I have received complimentary/critical emails from readers quite down in the teenage age group and it just doesn't feel right for me to do so. There are already a lot of them out there, so I don't think anybody would miss it much. I would be increasing the fluff and romance stuff to compensate for it. Anybody willing to help on it would be greatly appreciated.

I know many of you won't like Eddard Stark as I have written him, but after reading the books, watching the show, and reading a ton of fanfics I have decided to be on team Targaryen completely. So if anyone is a fan of Starks, I would request you to drop this fic from your reading list.

last but not the least, do comment what you think about this.

Also, Happy Diwali to everyone who celebrates it. :D

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JAEHAERYS TARGARYEN

The next two passed much more peacefully for him than he had imagined. With Oberyn taking over the work of dealing with the Lords of the Westerlands and interrogating the prisoners, he had been free to focus on the issue of Wildfire. The soldiers had nearly rebelled after hearing what was being asked from them, but a quick word from Lord Stark and Lord Arryn had remedied that. Eddard Stark had only stayed till the first few hours of the work before leaving for Dorne. Lord Arryn had left by the end of the first day after informing him that Ser Barristan had reassembled a significant part of the Royal Army in the Crownlands. He had sent men to ensure that the army remains camped in the Crownlands for now. Randyl Tarly, who had arrived just as Lord Arryn had departed, was commanded to secure the Kingslanding. In his old world, he had created an impression of Lord Tarly upon Sam's words. The Lord of Horn Hill had not disappointed him one bit, cursing his liege lord for camping at Storm; 's end before dispersing his army inside the city. Cannibal's appearance had shaken the Lord, but he had settled down quickly.

All the Wildfire had been stored in merchant ships requisitioned at the order of the Crown. Men had volunteered to sail these ships after he had offered 2 dragons to those who survived the Journey and 5 dragons to families of anyone who died. Given that it was more than common people earned in a year, there had been a large crowd of people rushing for the job. By the end of the second day, the last group of four ships were sailing towards the harbor entrance and then towards Eastwatch by the sea. He had sent two Royal Navy ships with each group with orders to blow any ship that tried to flee with the Wildfire. After the last boat exited the harbor, a wave of relief spread through him. Since having learned about the Wildfire, he had been terrified. The visions of a burning Kinglanding had never left his mind, and the Wildfire had the capability to repeat that. After taking a last look at the disappearing ship, he turned and mounted a horse to return to the Red Keep. Cannibal had just gorged on numerous fishes and was refusing to move even an inch.

After returning to the Red Keep, he decided to retire for the night. Two days of grueling work had sucked every bit of action out of his body, and there were still a lot of things he didn't know, things which would help him to decide on a course of action. After getting an assurance from Oberyn that he would keep peace with Lord Tarly for one night, he started moving towards his room.

Once he was finished with his dinner, he settled down to focus on the powers of the three-eyed raven. Despite the Old God's regular teachings, he still struggled to truly understand and use the power. Not to mention, he would have to fight Bryden Rivers for the control of it, and that Targaryen bastard was a lot more experienced than him. Due to the old god's interference, Bloodraven would not know what was happening, but he would know that something was amiss. He would have to deal with that nuisance sooner or later.

ELIA MARTELL

It had been 4 days since they arrived at the Tower. Despite knowing what would happen, she could do nothing but stand on the side as things progressed. The maester that had come with them had declared Lyanna too weak to be moved. Her wife was suffering, but it was more mental than physical. The news of her father and brother's death had brought the She-wolf to the brink of depression, and hearing about Rhaegar had pushed her over it. Lyanna had stopped responding to any of them after it, spending her entire time crying or staring out with blank eyes. Right now, she was waiting as the maester performed another round of checks on her wife. She had thought about getting Lyanna on Drogon and fly them to the Kingslanding, but the maester had requested her to not do so. With the frail health of Lyanna, there was a good chance that neither the baby nor she would survive the Journey. Her last option, which she was preparing, for now, was to tell Lyanna about Jaehaerys. She had given her word to Jae about not sharing his story, but with Lyanna's survival the issue, she had no other way. The sound of the door opening made her turn, the maester replying before she could ask her question.

"I am sorry, your Grace. It is most likely she will not survive the birthing process. She is refusing to eat or drink anything, and that is harming the child and herself….."

She rushed ahead, ignoring the maester. It was time to knock some sense into the She-wolf, and she knew just how to do it. Lyanna looked up to her when she entered, but the expression that came on her face was strange. Unlike the love, happiness, or relief she was used to seeing, it was filled with sadness. By the time she reached the bed, her wife was sobbing heavily. She thought about talking after some time but then decided to continue. After checking the room for any other presence, she spoke up.

"Lya, you need to know something."

The reply she got was something gibberish, but it seemed like her wife didn't want to listen to anything. With no other option visible to her, she slapped her wife.

"You are going to fucking listen to me, Stark, or so help me, I will get the guards to hold you down and make you listen."

The very familiar anger started leaking on Lyanna's face, and that was all she needed.

"I was saved in Kingslanding by a man named Jaehaerys Targaryen…."

By the end of her tale, Lyanna had once again started crying, but this time it was more for what her son might have faced. She also had cursed and ranted against her brother, wife, future nephews, and nieces. But in the end, it had the effect she had wanted. Lyanna looked a little more lively now. Her wife was once again trying to live, if for nothing else than to make sure that her unborn son did not face the same thing as improved even more when she brought Rhaenys to meet Lyanna. Her little girl had been captivated by the Stark girl the first time they met. Even now, the three-year-old was babbling something to the bedridden woman about the Dragon. Since Rhaneys could only speak a few words till now, more was being missed than said. Thinking about the Dragon brought another issue up in her mind. Drogon's presence had not been kept a secret, and sooner or later, her brother would know about it. She loved her brothers but was not ignorant about their ways of thinking. Doran, although young. Was just like their father. She was sure he would press for a betrothal between Aegon and Arriane or Rhaenys and his son, Quentyn, who was born a few months ago. And she was just as sure that Jaehaerys will not allow anything like that. She had seen the protectiveness the Dragon rider had held for her children during the time they had spent together.

She had already started making plans for such a situation should it happen. Instead of her children, it would be Viserys or the the future child of Rhaella that would be betrothed. She supposed she should feel some guilt about it, but the behavior that she had suffered at the hands of Aerys and Rhaella had to be paid back. Aerys had hit her more than once since marrying Rhaegar, while Rhaella had joined her husband in insulting her Dornish origin many times. Her goodparents had inflected the same behavior on young Viserys. The young boy had treated her daughter harshly the last time they were in the Red Keep, pushing Rhaenys on the ground when all the young girl wanted was to play with him. If not for Jaehaerys, she was sure that Rhaella would have tried to declare Viserys as the next King, but the Dragonrider's arrival had ensured that her son would get what was his. The only thing she had to ensure now was that Jae didn't get much attached to Rhaella. Men tend to make decisions upon their emotions, and Jae had been starved for a mother's love for his entire life, something which Rhaella could provide, thereby weakening her own position. Fortunately, seeing Ashara had given her some ideas on that front. Movement in front brought her out of her musings. Rhaneys had dozed off some time ago and was slumped on Lyanna's shoulder. The pregnant woman was looking at her with hesitation but spoke up after taking a deep breath.

"Would you tell me more about him, Elia? Whatever you know or noticed."

Taking the sleeping child in her arms, she started telling the pregnant woman about her time-traveling son. Lya was enthralled with everything she said, especially after learning about the Dragons. The she-wolf had read about the Cannibal in the Winterfell library and desperately wanted to see it alive. Just as she completed Jae's description, Arthur entered the room with a message from Starfall.

Lya's elder brother was on his way to the Tower.

EDDARD STARK

The sight of a pregnant Ashaya Dayne had hit him like a physical blow. Knowing who most likely, the father of the child was just added to the injury. After the few dances they had shared with each other, many dreams had been born inside his head. None of them had survived the night, though, as he had seen her disappearing with Brandon in his tent after the feast was over. Rage had swept over him that night, most of it focused on his older brother. Brandon had seen him dancing with Ashara and still gone ahead with his dalliances, despite being betrothed to Catelyn Tully. The same woman who was his wife now. Robert had found him getting drunk, and both of them had spent the entire night drinking. The next morning, he had decided to keep his relationship with his elder brother only nominal from now. Benjen was too young, and Lya was just a girl, who would soon be married to Robert, the man he considered his true brother. Robert had also promised to give him a keep near the Storm's end and make him a lord of his own. Then, Lya had refused to do her duty and gone against her father to marry Rhaegar, or so Jaehaerys Targaryen believed, ruining everything in turn. If not for the black Dragon, he would have continued his attack on the Kingslanding. The Targaryens had taken away everything from him, and the Dragon had denied him the chance to do the same.

He shook his head, dispelling the thoughts about everything that had happened. It was time to think about the future. He was going to take Lya back to the North. The marriage which Jaehaerys was talking about had no validity with the Old Gods, and he was sure that the Crown won't force him. Lya might create some issues, but he would remind her of deaths due to her if he had to. Once they were in the Winterfell, he would see if Robert was still interested in marrying her. If not, he would marry her to the Umbers or the Karstarks. Father's death and his surrendering had weakened the position of House Stark in the North, and the least Lya could do was help repair some of the damage her decisions had caused.

They stopped at Princess pass for the night. The 30 northern men accompanying him quickly set up the tents while the two Dayne men escorting them were left alone. He had no intention of creating any type of relation to men of this rugged land. Once they had retrieved Lya and crossed the North's borders, he would break all except formal ties with the south. The Riverlands would handle all the trade while at the same time acting as a buffer. Lya's child with Rhaegar would also be left behind with House Dayne. The next morning he commanded the men to move as early as possible. It was time to confront his sister, and he couldn't wait for it anymore.

They arrived at the Tower during the mid-day after riding continuously. Greeting him were Elia Martell and the Kingsgaurds, Ser Gerold Hightower, Ser Oswell Whent, and Ser Arthur Dayne. Dismounting from his horse, he addressed the sole woman standing in between the tense group of men.

"Your Grace, I ..."

Irritation swelled inside him as the Martell woman stopped him from speaking.

"She is upstairs and waiting for you, Lord Stark. Please leave your weapon down here."

He tried to object about being disarmed, but she didn't look like she would listen.

"My daughter is up there too, Lord Stark. Given what had happened in the rebellion you have been leading included the assassination attempts on my children and me, it would be a foolish decision on my part to let you get close to her with a sword."

Having no urge to give a refutal to that, he nodded and gave Ice to Martyn Cassel before commanding them to dismount and wait for him. Then with a deep breath, he started climbing the stairs of Tower behind the Dowager Queen Elia Martell.