Summary- Dany may have "kinda forgot" about the Iron Fleet, but her mother did not. Meanwhile, Rodrick faces the justice of the north, and Aemon receives a retirement present. The chapter does not take place in chronological order.

A/N- Hello all, happy December! I am back again to spread the cheer of my shit fic, but hey, maybe if I try hard enough, Disney might hire me to direct Star Wars! This took a few weeks because my job sucks the life out of me. However, I still have fun writing this, so I will continue to do so until it is complete ;) MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE BENJEN SECTION. There is no "going to the wall" for Rodrick Greyjoy. Well, enjoy it anyway.

The Dragon Queen

She flew, higher and higher, until she was above the clouds. Then she came down upon the ships with the Kraken sails. She was too quick for the Iron Born and Sellswords on the other end of her flames. With one simple word, countless men below her were screaming from the indescribable pain of burning alive.

Dracerys

She felt little joy in their death. It was her duty to protect her family, and that was what she was going to do.

However, it made her think about how her departed husband would have felt if he was in this situation? Shuttering at the thought, she continued to burn rows upon rows of ships.

She was looking for one particular ship, though. According to Varys, Euron Greyjoy captained a ship called the silence. Named as such due to it being manned by mutes.

Euron was undoubtedly a man Aerys would enjoy the company of. Perhaps they would laugh over the size of the tongues they pulled out and how their victims would scream in pain.

Aerys was long dead now, and Euron would soon be joining him. She would make sure he would not be the only Greyjoy.

The last correspondence she got from the mainland was that Maron Greyjoy was defeated and on the way to Harrenhall. No word had been received since. Hopefully, she would have good news to send once the day was done.

Eventually, all her flying paid off. She came across the largest ship that stood out as the pinnacle, therefore concluding that it was Euron's.

She flew just slightly above the said ship. Hovering on Moondancer and looking down. She had armor on. Specially fitted for her body stature.

It wasn't as if any one of them would have the guts to try fire an arrow at her or her dragon, though.

They all looked up at her in awe.

"Euron Greyjoy, surrender now, and I promise you a quick death." She bellowed to the group of mutes below.

"Quick death" wasn't truly a lie. Moondancer liked to eat her food whole, after all.

Of course, she received no answer. It wasn't as if the mutes could directly tell her where he was, or could they?

"Crew of the silence. It is clear to me that you have suffered enough under your current captain. I, too, know what it is like to be under the rule of a monster. Therefore I will give you this one chance. Tell me where Euron Greyjoy is, and you have my word as Dowager Queen that I will let you sail back to Essos alive as long as you never return."

Some of them looked at each other, then one older man with a greybeard pointed at one of the rowboats they had stowed on the side of their ship, then pointed his finger towards Dragonstone as if giving her directions.

Rhaella nodded in recognition and quickly flew away.

King's Landing

Aemon Targaryen

"I have just received a raven from Harrenhall. Maron Greyjoy has been captured. Once we know the outcome of the battle between Stannis and the Greyjoy fleet stationed around the Shield Islands, then our forces can end this awful mess once and for all." Jon Arryn, the Lord Hand, said as he sat at the top of the table in the Tower of the Hand.

They decided that it was better to move meetings there for the time being due to so many members being away fighting in the war.

It wasn't better for Aemon's back, though, but that was another matter entirely. He could not blame Jon for wanting their daily meetings closer to his office.

"I suppose that means we can change our name back to regency council soon enough then. Council of two old men and a half-man does not roll off the tongue as well." Quipped Tyrion.

It was decided that since all the men of fighting age and size were off at war. Tyrion would be offered a temporary spot on the Regency Council.

Aemon enjoyed the random outbursts Tyrion expressed from time to time. He just hoped they didn't get him killed one of these days.

"You could always ride to Harrenhall Lord Tyrion. I could arrange for one of the blacksmiths to make armor best suited for you. Besides, I'm not that old". Aemon japed in return.

"I would rather sail to Dragonstone to quiver with the women and children. At least I would have Ser Arthur to protect me." Tyrion said while laughing.

"Not all the women are cowering right now, Lord Tyrion. There is one woman there with two good eyes and the blood of the dragon. She is making that mean something like it used to." Aemon responded while letting the words settle in.

Any laughter or further japes Tyrion had planned had died just about now.

"You don't actually mean she has a dragon? That's impossible. The last dragon died one hundred and fifty years ago." Tyrion responded. Aemon could sense his confusion.

"As long as members of my family exist in this world, the dragons are not dead, do not forget that, Lord Tyrion." He said plainly in response. Thinking about the fact that actual fire-breathing dragons once again walked among them made Aemon feel mixed emotions. His brother Aegon the Unlikely died trying to bring them back, and now Rhaella had one, but he knew it was only a matter of time before Dany, Viserys, and Jae hatched theirs, but what bout his?

"My lords, as much as I enjoy your exchange, I have another meeting to attend to down by the docks. Maester Aemon, I will need you to see to the petitioner in the Throne Room. I believe he is from the Night's Watch. I can arrange for Ser Richard to help you ascend the throne if you so wish". Jon Arryn offered.

"That is quite alright, Lord Hand. I can make seating arrangements myself." Aemon responded, putting up his hand, looking for assistance to get up.

"Very well, Ser Richard will be at the door to escort you all the same."

Aemon smiled. "Thank you, Lord Jon and Lord Tyrion. Enjoy the rest of your day."

He then proceeded to stroll out to meet his escort.

The Throne Room

"Maester Aemon, do you require assistance to sit upon the throne?"

"Thank you for the offer Ser Richard, but I refused that seat many years ago. My stubbornness is not to be trampled upon, not in this situation."

"Very well, my Prince. I will let the crow in."

Aemon bowed his head in acknowledgment. He heard Ser Richard walk away to find the newest petitioner. Leaving Aemon alone, just him and the monstrosity known as The Iron Throne.

He remembered seeing it as a child, knowing it would never be his, and that still stood today, but what if he tried to touch it, just this once, just to see what happened. Would he prick his hand?

That's what happened to Aerys and Maegor, as awful as they were. King scab and the cruel earned their names.

He shuffled towards it slowly. Sitting on the throne meant nothing to most but everything to Aemon. He was part of the royal family, so he was entitled to. Jon Arryn, Eddard Stark all sat upon it yet had little to no royal blood.

That did not matter to Aemon as he knew deep down that if he did, any vow he made all those years prior would mean nothing again. What this throne symbolized was power.

Just one touch that's all he wanted, just to see what would happen. He hadn't the time to decide one way or the other.

"Maester Aemon, is that you?"

Aemon recognized that voice, ever since he lost his sight, he had to adapt, and this was how.

"It's Grand Maester now, First Ranger Qhorin, but for an old brother like you, Aemon will do."

Aemon embraced Qhorin "half hand," an old friend from years past, one of the many he missed.

"Please, First Ranger, tell me what brings you here. What supplies do you need?"

"Actually Aemon, it is not me come to barter goods off the crown, in fact, quite the opposite. I have something that belongs to your family that I thought you might like back."

And with that, he unsheathed what Aemon could only identify as being a sword, and straight away, he knew what it was.

He chuckled, "thank you, my old friend. I thought it was lost after all these years. Tell me, how did you manage to obtain Dark Sister? Last I heard, Lord Commander Brynden had it?"

"That is quite a long story, Maester. I'm afraid I don't…"

"You do have the time. Your Prince commands it," he said with a smirk. "now tell me all I have missed, from the start, do not forget a single detail. How is Jeor as Lord Commander? Are you getting enough supplies?"

And so Qhorin told Aemon about all he had missed from the last five years. The Watch had thrived. It was no longer a poor excuse for criminals to escape justice. They had all the resources they needed, and Aemon couldn't be happier to hear it. Although he was concerned to hear about Mance Rayder. According to Qhorin, when they searched for him, they found that a pack of Wildlings had taken him in as one of their own. In fact, it was almost as if he was leading them.

That was a problem for another day, though. Tonight he would feast as a crow once more.

Aeron Greyjoy

Aeron often asked himself one simple question." Where will your brother's folly get you?" well, he was quickly finding out.

Balon declaring himself King was bad but what he just found out about Euron was even worse. The fucker had stolen from the Iron Bank of Braavos, burning their fleet as he went. Aeron may have been Iron Born, but he wasn't stupid. Everyone in Westeros knew that they could still afford to hire the faceless men no matter how much Euron took. They could quickly kill Euron with little to no effort. Giving that stolen gold over to sellswords was even worse. Did either of his brothers even think about the consequences their actions would have? As soon as the sellswords saw the odds were against them, they would flee.

It was undoubtedly frustrating but what Victarion did was even worse. They were currently stationed at The Shield Islands, which supplied their grain as Balon said it would. However, Victarion decided he wanted further glory and ordered his fleet to burn Lannisport on their way. Tywin Lannister had no reason to get involved in this conflict. He had no marriage ties to the Iron Throne, but the lion hated looking weak, and the actions of Victarion made him look very much like a kitten. The repercussions for that would be plentiful.

Aeron could have sat in his quarters for days, but any further curses he had about his family were interrupted by Victarion bursting in.

"Aeron, get up. Enemy ships are approaching. We need to protect the islands."

They were stationed just beyond the Shield Islands. Neither felt comfortable to stay on the land themselves.

"Who's banners are they flying, Victarion?" He asked in haste and alarm.

Victarion paused for a moment, then murmured

"Dragons….and stags."

Aeron had become a spymaster for the Iron Islands year prior. He only had a few spies stationed in King's Landing to not arouse the suspicion of the Greenlanders as Balon had cut off trade, but that was enough to know that Stannis Baratheon had not pressed the claim his older brother had started and instead married a Northerner.

His spies failed to mention that The Royal Fleet was quite large based upon what was coming towards them now, perhaps they did not have more ships than them at two hundred longships strong, but Stannis had the advantage of surprise, not them.

Perhaps they were even more fucked than he thought.

"Now, do you see the actions you and our other brothers have brought upon us? If you had left Tywin Lannister alone, then at least they would have remained neutral." He shouted at his moronic brother.

Victarion stared at him like he was just trying to process what he was saying.

"All I did was live up to our house words, brother, now let's go kill some Greenlanders."

Aeron rolled his eyes but followed Victarion out anyway. Vic was in charge, so Aeron hadn't a choice.

As he walked above deck, he could hear screams and a mighty crash as a ship rammed into them, sending him flying into the water and to the bottom of the sea…

Lyra Mormont

They had been trudging through the snow for days, maybe weeks.

Even though winter was over, the mountains in The North were still always covered in snow. As a Northerner, she was well prepared and had brought a fur coat, but the Iron Born were not used to such weather.

She could not hide the enjoyment she felt seeing more of these reavers and rapers die every few hours. If they didn't freeze to death, they would lose a toe or a finger. Yet they kept walking.

"You know you could take the black, and all your crimes would be forgiven. The sooner we make our way to Castle Black, the better. Otherwise, Benjen Stark will come to take your head.".She offered her wise words of advice to her captor in the hopes the fool would show some sort of sense.

Rodrick just snorted in response. "Take the black, then have your uncle kill me in my sleep? Nice try would I marry you if I take my vows of chastity?" He further mocked.

Soon after the Iron Born killed her mother and sister, they received word from their scouts that Benjen Stark had called all his banners and was riding towards Bear Island.

This caused Rodrick to panic and rage, the rage he took out on her by defiling her in front of his own men. That did not last too long though, as soon as he tried to rape her in private, she shoved a sharpened piece of wood at his throat and threatened to cut him. In exchange for him agreeing not to touch her again, she would stay captured and not tell the men what had happened so he would not lose face.

Not an agreement she made by choice, but she knew it was only a matter of time before it would be over. She just needed to survive long enough to see Rodrick Greyjoy face justice.

Oh, how she would enjoy the punishment she would personally inflict on Rodrick Greyjoy. It was only a matter of time.

"I could make sure my uncle does not harm you, those of the North honor their vows, and one of those vows is that all your past crimes are forgiven once you join The Night's Watch."

He pondered that thought for a moment then his first commanding officer spoke up.

"Prince Rodrick, she might be right. It might be our only hope of surviving this. We stared at five thousand now we are down to less than five hundred men, we are starving and have no access to water, pleading for mercy may be our only option."

Rodrick was about to speak when a horn was blown in the distance.

Before they knew what was happening, men on very large, shaggy horses surrounded them, cutting down anyone who tried to fight.

One of them rode up to Lyra, "The Mormont, it is good to see you. We received the raven from The Benjen and rode out as fast as we could. I am sorry it took so long."

Lyra smiled the first time in a long while, so much had happened, but her torture was nearly over.

"There is no need to apologize, Lord Theo. I am glad to see a northern face once again. I was getting sick of the ugly smirks from these shit stained rock dwellers."

He nodded in return, then ordered Rodrick and the others who remained alive, there was less than a hundred of them by now, to be chained up.

"Where are these beasts going to take us?" Rodrick questioned her. His fear was clearly showing on his face.

"To receive The King's Justice." Was her only response.

Benjen Stark

Deepwood Motte

Benjen Stark sat in the middle seat of The Great Hall of Deepwood Motte. For what felt like moons, they had chased the Greyjoy scum only to hear that Theo Wull had captured him and freed Lyra in the process.

Nearly every Greyjoy reaver had been removed from The North through death or capture. The last he heard, they were just waiting on Stannis to smash The Iron Fleet before they could march on The Iron Islands and end the war.

"Bring in the prisoner," He ordered.

The hall's heavy doors opened wide to allow a horse to trot through, shitting and neighing as it went. Being pulled along by the horse was Rodrick Greyjoy, dressed in drabs. He had been kept warm enough so that he wouldn't die, but that didn't mean they couldn't make him uncomfortable.

The self-proclaimed Prince looked like he was twenty years older than he actually was. Benjen had a hunch that The Mountain Clans didn't treat him very well on his way here. There was no way they would have offered him guest right. Two guards detached him from the horse and pulled him up.

"Rodrick Greyjoy, you are charged with the crimes of treason against the crown, the murder of Maege Mormont and Alysanne Mormont, and the rape of Lyra Mormont. How do you plead?" Galbert Glover could barely get his words out before all the Northern lords started jeering at the Greyjoy prisoner.

Rodrick actually had the balls to laugh in response. "I plead not guilty. It was war. I did what had to be done." He said with a smirk.

Dacey, who was on the right-hand side of Benjen, spoke up. "You could have easily have taken my mother and sister as high born hostages. Also, may I add that no one forced you to defile my sister, so stop you're your horseshit Greyjoy scum." She growled, and in doing so, she was basically daring the so-called Prince Rodrick to try to insult her or her family one more time. Doing so would lead to his immediate death at her hands.

"HA, I did you all a favor. Alysanne Mormont was a monster skin-changer. The realm is better off without her and as for Lyra." He said while turning to Ben's good sister. "Well, I think she enjoyed it." He said slyly.

Again the court broke down in outrage, multiple lords calling for Rodrick's head. Benjen even noticed that Roose fucking Bolton seemed outraged, although that could have been an act for all Ben knew, the whispers from The Dreadfort would be followed up upon once this war was over. He was not looking forward to that.

It was now time to take charge and show these stupid squids what happens when they mess with anyone who is considered part of their pack.

"SILENCE," he bellowed.

Straight away, those in the hall began to calm down, eagerly awaiting his verdict.

"I have heard enough of your shit Greyjoy, we have a rebellion to crush, and your outcome will just be a stepping stone in your father's failure."

"Do your worse Stark, you're nothing but a dog acting as your brother commands." Rodrick snarled in response. Did this man ever shut up? Probably not.

Benjen decided to ignore what was clearly another attempt to enrage him.

He glared right at his prisoner, deep inside his mind or what was left of it as he had clearly gone mad the second he stepped foot on Bear Island.

"In the name of King Jaehaerys, third of his name, King of the Andels, the Rhoynar and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, I Benjen of House Stark, Warden of the North pass the following sentence."

He looked around the room to seeing everyone's eyes situated purely on him, waiting for him to pass the sentence.

His father's words echoed in his head. "The man who passes the sentence must swing the sword."

"Rodrick Greyjoy, for the crime of murder and treason, you are to have your tongue removed and are to be a prisoner of Houses Stark and Mormont until we decide to release you. Additionally, for the crime of rape, you are to be gelded. Now you will never pass on your barbaric ways onto the next generation."

Roars of laughter could be heard from around the room. That smirk the Greyjoy Prince had been wearing so proudly was long gone by now and had turned to a look of begging. Begging for mercy that will never come.

"Wait, no, please, show me mercy, let me take the black and live out my life on The Wall, I'm begging you." The fear in Rodrick's eyes was clear to everyone in the room.

Benjen had stood up now and had been handed roasting hot pinchers and was now walking towards Rodrick, who had been pinned down by Lord Cerywn and Theo Wull.

"HAVE MERCY PLEASE I BEG YOU." He cried, soiling himself in the process.

"You murdered my children's grandmother and defiled their aunt. You will find no mercy here. Nor will you be the last Greyjoy to feel the wrath of the wolves."

He spat out the words before pulling out Rodrick Greyjoy's tongue with one mighty tug.

Blood splattered everywhere, the cries of joy seemed to calm down slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, Ben noticed Roose Bolton with a look of fear upon his face, the same fear he showed all those years ago.

He broke his eye contact with Roose and then looked around the room." Someone get this mute a Maester, we can't have him dying on us now can we?"

He then walked out of the hall doors. There was a war that still had to be won.

Ser Arthur

The Blackfish had been given command of the forces along the wall, while Ser Arthur and Ser Willem had pulled everyone back inside Dragonstone castle along with the guards they had.

That had been some minutes prior. Now they were in the throne room that they had barricaded where they had to just wait for the fighting to stop.

That did not sound like it was going to happen anytime soon. Even from up in the castle, they could hear the screams of Ironborn and Sellswords as they burnt alive by dragon fire. Arthur was genuinely shocked when he found out that Rhaella had been hiding a dragon this whole time. Yes, he had done his best to train her in necessary and fundamental defense, but he was also teaching the King, his cousins, and Lord Stark, too, so he thought little of it even though she was a woman.

It was a sight to see, and indeed, it turned the tide of the battle. Euron Greyjoy's longships and war galleys burnt all the same no matter how impressive they looked. It was also a boost to those in the ships defending the island and the castle's battlements.

Everything was going so well. This rebellion would be crushed within another three moons, Arthur thought to himself. Euron Greyjoy was surely dead by now…..right?

Well, Arthur thought wrong…

BANG

"What was that?" one of the Stark guards asked.

A thunderous noise seemed to have been coming from the door. The Ironborn hadn't all burnt alive, it seemed.

CRASH

Their make-shift barricade had collapsed, and in came who could only be Euron Greyjoy surrounded by several Ironborn and sellswords, probably his commanders.

It was Euron who broke the silence.

"YOUR GRACE," he said with a mocking low bow.

"I have come to swear my fealty and that of my men. All I ask is that you name me King of the Iron Islands once this little tiff with my brother is done, do that, and we can take down my brother together. How does that sound?" He said while looking directly at Jaehaerys.

"His Grace does not have the authority to do such a thing Greyjoy, as the closest thing to a regent he has at this time, I reject your terms on his behalf." Arthur snarled back.

"Ahhhhh, so you're the famous Ser Arthur Dayne then." Euron turned to Arthur and continued with his mocking tone.

"Well, that is quite the pity, isn't it? I guess me and my men will just have to kill you all and take the King for ourselves. Mayhaps we will marry him to my niece, or mayhaps I will make him part of my Crew."

"You will do no such thing, usurper, you will die at my hands, and even if you don't, his grandmother's dragon will burn you alive. You have my word on either happening right here, right now." Arthur shot back, readying Dawn.

"Oh, that dragon, thank you for reminding me about it, Ser Arthur, fascinating creatures dragons are. I can't wait to ride one, fucking the Queen will be nice too now that you mention it." Any fake smile he had shown had turned serious now.

It was time to end this, time to fight for Queen Lyanna's son once again.

Everyone began to draw their swords now. Ser Willem stood beside Arthur then unexpectedly put a hand up to his chest.

"Get the King and go, Ser Arthur. The guards and I will handle this. The King needs you more than he needs me. Get to the courtyard. That is your best chance of reaching the Queen in time."

"I am not letting you die tonight, Ser Willem," Arthur remarked back.

"You haven't a choice Ser Arthur. I have lived my life. I became a Kingsguard when I was little more than a master-at-arms. I got to see Rhaegar's son and sister grow up, even for a little while. My time is done. NOW GO."

Arthur weighed his words then accepted that he was right. They needed to get to where Rhaella could find them.

He noticed Danaerys was beginning to cry; she and Ser Willem had been close. He had almost forgotten; he shadowed her most of the time.

"Ser Willem, no, you cannot do this." She said through her tears.

He turned to her and smiled sadly,

"I must, Princess. I have to do this so you can live and be Queen one day. You and King Jaehaerys must keep the realm into peace again. Promise me that."

She nodded slightly while still sniffling

"Enough with this, kill them," Euron ordered.

Arthur ran out of the room, along with whoever was left out of the women and children, turning his back to see Ser Willem hit back Euron for every hit he took, he hit back harder, but it wasn't enough.

Just as he parried the latest strike from Euron, he pulled out a smaller knife he had hidden up his sleeve and planted it right through his eye.

They could not look back anymore. They had to run to the courtyard.

Jaehaerys

He watched as Willem, one of his Kingsguard, died right in front of his eyes, while Dany sobbed beside him. It was so unfair.

Why did the Ironborn attack? Why could they not just accept peace? His uncle was a nice man. He was always kind to the people in the realm, whether they were lords or peasants. Perhaps he should have offered to make Euron king. At least then, no one else he cared about had to die.

Jaehaerys wanted to be a good king. He always listened during his lessons with Uncle Aemon. He always tried his best during his training with Ser Arthur, but it wasn't enough.

Jaehaerys, the third of his name, knew that the King had to put others before himself, and that was what he planned to do. That is what his namesake would have done. That is what his father would have done too.

They made it to the courtyard but were soon followed by Euron and his men. Jae noticed one of them kind of looked like Uncle Eddard and himself. He wondered why he would turn on his own countrymen.

"You can't hide forever, boy King, surrender yourself now, and I will let everyone else here live. You have my word."

Jae looked around him. There were more women and children than there were guards left now. Ser Arthur still remained, but he was only one man. Everyone else was on the battlements. His grandmother was away burning Ironborn ships with her dragon. This was Jae's only option. He needed to save his cousins Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, and even aunt Catelyn, even though she scolded him from time to time.

He had to be a king.

Jae stepped forward behind Ser Arthur, who had been shielding him.

He went to object, but Jae ordered him to stand down.

"Euron Greyjoy, if I leave with you now, do you swear on your life that you will leave this island immediately and not harm anyone else?"

Euron just smiled in return, an evil smile Jae noticed. Could he really trust him? The King had to be brave, but he also had to be smart.

None the less Jae walk from the side of the courtyard, where they were all cowering towards the door where Euron and his men were standing. He would surrender himself for the good of his people.

"I Jaehaerys Targaryen, third of his name, hereby sur…."

ROAR

Everyone looked up to see Jae's grandmother Rhaella Targaryen on her dragon Moondancer, just slightly above them.

"Usurper Euron Greyjoy, I give you this one chance to surrender. Your ships have been burnt, and most of your forces are dead. If you and your men put down your arms right now, I will make your death quick. If you do not, you will die screaming."

Grandmother was very mad Jaehaerys observed.

"Ah, Dragonqueen, nice of you to join us. Your grandson was just about to surrender himself, perhaps I should take you as my salt wife too, so at least he will have some company." Euron said with a mocking grin.

"I'll take that as a no then." She said as she nodded towards Jae's direction. What was going on?"

CRASH

In came Ser Brynden with reinforcements from the entrance to the throne room, knocking everyone out of the way.

Someone hit Euron in the struggle, and Jae hit his head, he felt himself go blank for a moment, and then when he woke up, he was in Euron Greyjoy's grasps.

"I am going to enjoy making you one of my slaves BOY, and then I am going to come back for your silver-haired princess over there."

He said with a massive cackle, but just then, as Jae was trying to squirm from his grip, one of the sellswords hit Euron in the back of the head. Which caused Jaehaerys to fall from his grasp onto the ground.

Euron turned around. He was on his knees from the force of the hit. Despite being groggy, he still managed to see the sellsword that Jae thought looked like a Northerner standing over him.

"The Company of the Rose knows no King but the King with Stark blood Euron, never forget that."

Euron looked very mad, even worse than Grandmother, but now was Jae's chance for vengeance. He pulled a knife from his boot and plunged it into Euron's eye, it did not get as far in as the knife that killed Ser Willem, but it was enough to cause him to scream.

"No one and I mean NO ONE threatens Dany." He said as Euron collapsed to the floor.

Any rage that had built up in him momentarily had disappeared again, somehow causing him to…collapse.

Rhaella

The next few days passed Rhaella so quickly. She had taken charge of the island and had managed to accomplish much in a small amount of time. Nearly all Ironborn ships had been burnt by herself and Moondancer. If they hadn't burnt, they had fled back to Essos. However, she was not worried as there wasn't much left, and they would not bother them now. Any sellsword captains they had captured had been put to the sword or burnt by Dragonfire. She took no joy, but it had to be done.

A few had opted to join The Night's Watch, which she had granted but limited the number to five hundred and only allowed those of Westorosi origin to choose such an option.

Euron had attacked them hard, and they had taken some losses but not a huge amount. After questioning Torrhen Snow, the man who led the Company of the Rose. She had learned that Euron had sent the rest of their forces towards the Iron Islands, but he had no update besides that.

The moment the Regency Council found out that Euron was crossing over to Essos. Eddard had arranged contact with Torrhen, offering him a lordship and nobility along with the lands that came with it. In exchange, he would convince Euron to hire his sellsword company, cross over with him, and pass information to Varys for as long as he could. Of course, the man who would be stupid enough to steal from The Iron Bank of Braavos would also trust those who specifically left Westeros because the Stark's would no longer be Kings.

The whole rebellion was fucking stupid, she concluded to herself.

This had her worried. Their campaign came down to if Stannis could defeat Victarion at sea, would Euron's ships reinforce them? Did they even get that far? Perhaps Doran stopped sitting idly by and stopped them passing Dorne, which was necessary to get to the Iron Islands. She laughed at that thought.

Doran would be an issue for another time, now she worried about Jaehaerys. His stupid Stark honor nearly led to him being captured. Why did a boy who hadn't even seen his sixth nameday yet think surrendering himself to Euron would save them? But then again, that was the issue right there. He was only six, but because of his status, he had been trained in swordplay. That boy would never have an average life. The best she could do was protect him from the skies while Ser Arthur taught him how to defend himself. Something he had done an excellent job in doing so far.

She felt a range of emotions. Anger for the fact that Euron could have killed her grandson, fear because she did not know what was going to happen next, and joy when she thought about how Jaehaerys clearly deeply cared about Dany. Which was proven by how he jumped to defend her as soon as she was threatened. Euron had lost an eye because of it.

Oh, how she scolded her grandson for what he did, by the time she was done, he looked very sorry for himself. Despite being King, Jae knew the consequences of talking back to his grandmother. Viserys, Dany, Jae may have been of royal blood, but they learned to respect their elders all the same.

"Your Grace, a letter from Lord Regent Eddard."

It was Ser Bryden, one of the two alive Kingsguard who had been stationed here. She mourned Ser Willem but thanked him for his sacrifice all the same.

She opened the Stark seal and read it.

Her face must have looked rather funny to those who did not know why she had such reactions. It went from anger to satisfaction momentarily.

Doran Martell did not even try to stop the Greyjoy ships' remanence passing the arm of Dorne. However, those ships headed straight for the Iron Islands to reinforce whatever remained of Euron Greyjoy's folly.

According to Varys, they had managed this after Stannis had smashed the ship captained by Victarion and Aeron Greyjoy. Victarion, the man behind the burning of Lannisport, had been captured while Aeron had been lost at sea presumed dead

They now had Victarion Greyjoy on the way to meet the bulk of the forces, Maron Greyjoy already there as a prisoner and Euron rotting in a cell below Dragonstone. The original plan was to execute him while executing his sellsword captains, but she thought he might be a better hostage. All he deserves was the edge of the sword for what he tried to do.

Once Benjen Stark brought the rest of his forces down south, the plan was set. They would storm the Iron Islands and end this once and for all.

She, for one, was not going to be left out of such an exchange.

She informed the captain of the guards of her plans and told him to move the King and everyone back to King's Landing, along with Euron Greyjoy. There was no use staying at Dragonstone any longer. It had served its purpose.

It was time for Moondancer to fly again.

She had walked out to one of the nearby fields where Moondancer had made her new nest when she heard the voice of a particular, very badly behaved child calling after her.

"Grandmother, take me with you. I want to meet my uncle Benjen."

She rolled her eyes, they were in the middle of a war, and the King just wanted to meet his uncle.

"No, Jae, it is too dangerous for you. Now go back to the castle." She replied.

Jae crossed his arms in disapproval. "NO, I am the King of the seven kingdoms. What kind of a King would I be if I kept letting everyone else fight my battles for me?"

At the very least, still better than my husband. She thought to herself.

"The answer is no, Jae, and that is final. She noticed that Robb had come out too, and Ser Arthur was running after them all as well.

"I promise I won't go near the battlefield, please, please, please can we come along? Robb really wants to fly on a dragon."

He added that last part, much to Robb's dismay.

She looked to Ser Arthur for some sort of help, trying to signal to him to just carry them back to the castle and be done with it.

Ser Arthur instead just shrugged and said. "In fairness to his grace, for him to be seen riding a dragon would be a morale boost of sorts. The same goes for the future Warden of the North."

She sighed, defeated for the first time in a while.

He had a point, once the Iron Born were dealt with. A royal progress through some of the Kingdom's could be made. Jae would get to meet his subjects. Uncle Aemon told her he was a good student who had the courtesies of a true King, he may just be a figurehead at the moment, but within the next ten years, that would no longer be the case. Jaehaerys had to get out of King's Landing eventually.

Besides, it was not as if she was going to let either of them near the battlefield. As soon as they landed, she would order Ser Arthur to shadow them both so Jae could meet the kingdoms' lords while under guard, then she would make him stay put on the mainland while they sailed. How much trouble could he really be in if he was surrounded by five of his Kingsguard?

"FINE, now grab on before Lady Stark takes our heads," she japed but was it really a jape? If a giant trout jumped out of the ocean and ate them all, she really wouldn't be surprised.

Both boys looked excitedly at each other as they pulled themselves up on Moondancer, who looked surprisingly amused.

Ser Arthur followed too after delivering fresh orders to Ser Brynden to escort everyone back to King's Landing minus the King, Rhaella, and Robb. The poor man would have to deal with his niece's wrath on his own. It was a fair trade as she would have to explain to Eddard why two five nameday-year-old boys were riding a dragon into what he would see as danger.

That was an issue for a few weeks, though. Now it was time to fly.

A/n- Well, there we go. The Greyjoy Rebellion is on its last legs or tentacles, I guess? Man, I would love to see a Tv adaptation of this. Based on ASOIAF, though, TV canon dictates that Euron let Stannis win on purpose WTAF?

Speaking about Euron, don't worry, it won't be as straightforward for him as it seems at the moment. His life is owed to someone else.

Wouldn't Aemon have made such a great King? He now has the sword of a King, hehe. All the bad stuff that happened to the post-dragon Targaryen age happened because Aerys, Rhaegar, Aegon V, Jae II made some bad choices. All of which could have been avoided if Aemon was King because that line would have just been Princes' nothing more. That is not a criticism of Aemon, though. He just didn't want it hahaha –gets burnt alive by Drogon-. I respect his decision more than S8 Jon's. The fact that we were ROBBED of a convo about him between Jon and Dany says so fucking much about the two court jesters.

Come on now, it couldn't be the reincarnation of Jon if he wasn't trying to do something foolish while also trying to put the wishes of everyone else before himself. We can see that he takes out Euron's eye, so it is clear that Arthur had been teaching him necessary defense. I don't plan for him to have that blind-honor trait that got Ned killed.

Speaking about Ned or, well, Ned's only living sibling. Oh, that is going to need a warning, lol. Benjen passed a sentence fit for the crime. Something Theon Stark might be proud of. At least with Ben, we don't know too much about him, so I have room to mess with his personality traits. When I get to the stage where I will do that to Ned (spoiler, there is absolutely no way Balon Greyjoy is going to the wall), I might run into some criticism. Gotta love Alternate Universe, right? I should probably add more tags soon now that I think about it.

Eddard might just tear off his own head to be done with it when it sees Benjen arrive at camp with the heir to the Iron Islands in chains as a mute and eunuch and Rhaella arrive on the back of a dragon with two five-year-olds lol.

Let me be honest with you for a minute. At first, I had this idiotic idea (no, it's not Cersei marrying Roose; I actually went through with that, lol) that Euron could capture Jae and get back to the Iron Islands. It even would have been possible if there wasn't a dragon involved. I just couldn't make it work because of the dragon. However, if I did go through with it, it would add another layer to Benjen's actions having consequences once Balon finds out about his heir. –Insert Ned running through a Mario boss level only to find a toadstool at the end telling him that his Princess (or in this case Jon), is in another castle-

That's all from me, folks, now. If you excuse me, I have to go cry over the fact that Waterford lost the All Ireland Hurling Final.

I should be back before 2021. Regardless of the hate comments, I am sure to get lol.