A/N: this is the longest chapter I've written which is actually a fusion of two chapters. And I've had problems with my edits not saving for some reason, I've had to rewrite parts of this multiple times. So I'm posting this chapter early and the next one will come after Christmas :)

I decided to make the previous chapter only focused on the battle with the Night King, I cut a lot of content from that chapter and decided to put it in here. Hence the long chapter.

This chapter focuses on what comes after his defeat and setting up for the future. There is only a few chapters left of this story...I can't believe it's coming to an end! What I want to highlight with the coming chapters is the death of NK was just the start of changes for Westeros. Not everyone will be happy with these changes, in Westeros and abroad...

Chapter 33: Turning Tides

Harrenhal, the historic seat of House Hoare, famously melted by dragon fire sitting broken and cursed ever since. No one has ever successfully held this castle, rumours abound of its haunting and dark secrets. It lay empty overlooking the Gods Eye waiting for the day it could be restored.

The Night Kings magic still gripped the land, snow lay in huge drifts all over the ground, but slowly and surely the snow began to melt. Silently the snow slid from covering the trees to reveal beautiful forests around the lake.

Alaerya and her dragon riders stood together looking up at the enormous castle, its walls and towers appearing to touch the sky. Clouds hovering around the towers made it appear ghostly and hostile especially as most of the towers had sustained serious damage that was never repaired.

Scrolls floated to Alaerya and unrolled in front of her, plans for restoration and occupation. With a simple nod the work on Harrenhal the new Capital of Westeros begun.

A light wind blew and snow patches begun melting all around the castle as the magic of Winter slipped from the land. At the same time the 5 towers in Harrenhal magically began restoring, stones crunched and ground on themselves as the towers straightened as one. Fallen bricks and structures rose from their resting places to reform. Steadily Harrenhal took shape, its original shape, but the work didn't stop there. Valyrian domes fixed themselves atop the towers adding height, grandeur and opulence to the dark castle. The coloured domes twinkling in the warm sunshine which was shining in defiance of the recently defeated power that held the land. The first fusion of Valreon and Westerosi architecture to be built, it stood imposing, commanding and eye catching at the same time. Massive stone dragons materialised from nowhere to rest on the immense walls and stilled themselves into formidable positions around the perimeter of the castle. The largest stone dragon coming to rest above the main gate, its enormous wings spread wide and its mouth open in fury.

Harrentown around the castle walls repaired and spread, expanding outwards from the castle to straddle around the banks of the Gods Eye. The new capital city had sprung up and now awaited its people to return.

The grand capital of Westeros stood, formidable, restored, powerful. It loomed over the sprawling town by its side and reflected across the Gods Eye. The new age of Westeros had been born.

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Alaerya had been busy with setting up the houses of the ruling council members, furnishing the domes and growing the gardens the Valreon people loved in their homes. The whole time she worked she was haunted by the look on Jon's face as she cast a spell of sleep over him.

She had warned them, all of them, defeating the Night King wouldn't be done in a way they'd agree with. And the look on Jon's face made her feel deep pangs of remorse. She reasoned with herself as she wove powerful magic in the newly risen houses of Westeros' capital. If she had told him her plans he might have tried to stop her or alter the outcome, the Night King had to really believe Jon was dead otherwise he wouldn't have been satisfied to wait for Vaella to be turned.

She realised she had never questioned her actions so much in all her life and came to understand this young man was more than just a student to her. She knew he was more like a son than anything else. A son she was going to be leaving soon.

Sighing to herself after working magic in one of the domes she looked out over the expanse of Harrenhal and what they'd created. It was more splendid than Kings Landing, maybe she was just biased though. Alaerya smiled to herself and her eyes scanned over the lands, coming to rest on the familiar red leaves of the Weirwood. It was time to visit the Godswood of Harrenhal.

Alaerya ventured into the immense Godswood and marvelled at its size. Entirely walled it contained 20 acres of trees, centred around a very large and very old Heart Tree. Alaerya slowly approached it and took in the savage expression on its face, sitting in front of the tree she felt the memories from the years which created this face. Intense memories slid through her consciousness of all the sights the tree had seen, even the gruesome ones which had contorted its face in rage.

Placing her hand on the trunk after the barrage of memories she whispered quietly, "Do you want to grow with the new?"

Her hand tingled gently, the tree was tired and lonely, Alaerya smiled and looked down at the snaking roots shooting out under her feet. Pouring gentle healing energy to the tree her hands glowed golden and when the energy dissipated the contorted look of rage had been replaced by an older face of content and wisdom. The gouges in the bark which were bleeding had healed and disappeared, she smiled and looked out over the garden as the tree happily waved in the wind.

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Sunrise the following day building was continuing and progress had dramatically changed the appearance of Harrenhal. Alaerya watched from the shore of the Gods Eye which had now fully defrosted to become a lake once more. Suddenly Ren appeared by her side marvelling at the sight his mouth wide open.

"This is something I truly never believed would happen, this castle has gone through many hands my Lady"

"Yes it has, Ive read it's history. What a shame too, but for us it's the most perfect place to begin our expansion. We are here to save the continent of Westeros, why not begin by saving its most cursed castle" she spoke softly as she gazed at the castle, shining in the morning light it looked completely transformed and majestic.

Ren looked to her solemnly, "We have an important task ahead of us today"

Alaerya held out her hand to the Elder, he took it and she replied, "Let's end it together"

Vaella lands behind them and snorts loudly sending powerful breath across the shores of the lake, plants wave furiously in the wake. Ren looks uncertainly at Vaella and Alaerya smiles, "It will be safe Ren I assure you"

They mount Vaella and she lifts into the air beating her enormous wings powerfully, they soar north over the recovering lands. Flying for hours they pass over the Wall and see where the Night King came through with his army, and over into the lands Beyond the Wall.

As they fly they notice the snow is melting all over the lands of the North, exposing grassed areas and woods that had been under the grip of winter for an untold amount of time. The further North they flew the less they saw this change, and it began snowing at one point as they continued to make their way to the place it all begun.

Vaella finally circled down and landed by a huge formation of rocks which Alaerya recognised from her vision when the Stark boy became the Night King. They walked through the stones slowly, their feet crunching on the snow as they went. Approaching the rock where he was restrained Alaerya felt many conflicting emotions. After some time looking at where this whole mess began, She turned to the Elder, "This is not the place my friend, it can't end here"

"Why not child?" asked Ren shocked.

"It's too easy to find and to easy to figure out. It's the obvious place to end his unnatural reign. No, it must be somewhere else"

Alaerya laid her hand on the rock and heard his pleas the day of his real death as he struggled against them covering his mouth. They echoed loudly around her mind, "Leaf! What are you doing? No, no please no! Don't do this to me!"

His frantic pleas falling on deaf ears as Leaf stood in front of him and looked at him coldly.

The voices and the vision burst into millions of tiny shards in Alaerya's mind and she returned to her body.

Alaerya turned to Ren, "It has to be somewhere hard for your kind to get to undetected. Somewhere they'll never think to go and somewhere they'll never want to go"

"Do you have any ideas?"

"I do but it's complicated and I need to ask permission to do this first"

"Permission?" he queried, confused.

"Well I'm asking to place the remains of an infamous figure in someone else's sacred place. I need their permission"

"What do we do for now?"

"We have other business here, come"

Alaerya leads Ren back to where Vaella waits and they mount, heading further North into the Lands of Always Winter. The Storms were fiercer here and luckily Vaella's size was so big, she wasn't affected by the winds. Alaerya and Ren suffered though, the winds so strong it sometimes forced them to slide dangerously across Vaellas back. If she wasn't so strong Alaerya could've easily been swept off by the wind, several times she had to grasp Ren desperately at the last moment or he could've fallen to his death.

Finally she circled down and landed in a vortex of violent weather, Alaerya and Ren battled through intense winds and snow. A short distance later they passed through icy gates, and the weather was immediately gone, it swirled around the castle in a violent vortex. Inside it was eerily still and cold, very cold. Their breaths streamed out of them in massive clouds and the cold pricked their skin and made Alaerya look blue. She conjured the fire within her to surface and keep the cold from biting at her. They both looked around in awe at the Ice castle which was the Night Kings former home, seat of power and last remaining testament to his existence.

"What business do we have here my Lady?" asked Ren shakily, it was clear he did not want to be here.

"This is the last remnant of his power, you can't tell me those storms were natural outside" said Alaerya in hushed tones as she explored this intriguing place.

Ren didn't reply he remained quiet and grim, but after a while he spoke, "What do you propose we do?"

Alaerya approached the ice crystal altar in the middle of the entrance hall. It resembled the ice crown he wore, Alaerya dared not to touch it but looked at it from all angles. It glowed with a blue light and Alaerya decided to cautiously touch it after summoning shields to protect from unexpected explosions or damage. The altar brightened at her touch and the memories of its use flashed through Alaerya's mind. When they finished she felt sick at the thought of what this was used for, the sacrifice of babies to become White Walkers. Seeing the process of a baby become an undead piece of his army was sickening, even worse was the practice of how the babies came to be born. A practice never seen in Valyria, or Valreos, a man coupling with his child was a major sin. Her disgust gave way to fury and she put her hands on the altar, focusing her energy and it shattered from the pressure of her power. Continuing the momentum, it was time to destroy the Ice Castle. Alaerya put her hands on the wall and her eyes glowed bright blue, it took some time but eventually there was a high pitched screech followed by tinkling as the castle exploded into shards of ice that fell to the ground like ice. Ren had crumpled to the ground his hands covering his ears from the deafening sounds that reminded him of the screeches of the undead soldiers. As the castle disintegrated Ren started away towards Vaella startled and Alaerya looked around one last time at the seat of the Night Kings power. Glad she was the one to destroy it herself rather than just leave it to sit here and for his power to be conclusively dead.

After a few moments Alaerya approached Ren, "We go back to the Heart Tree where he was turned, I need that tree for the last part of this"

Not responding from the shock of what he witnessed, Ren simply followed her onto Vaellas back, the weather in this part of the world was eerily still now. A huge contrast to how it was when they arrived, Alaerya was happy to leave this place high in the mountains. As they rose into the air she noticed structures on the other side of the mountain range where the Night Kings castle was. Over the mountain range was the Northernmost part of Westeros, and from what she knew, it was unmapped. Flying around the area she stroked an orb at her hip recording the visions she saw, planning to map these later. The Elder pointed towards the ground and they saw movement, shapes moving through the snow. Vaella surged forward and landed nearby, the shapes were people disguised in white furs, virtually invisible against the snow. Instinctively they ducked into the snow and disappeared, which would've worked had Alaerya not possessed magic.

She waded through the snow to their hiding place and conjured fire in her hands, sending it swirling around them to form a fiery circle. The people looked up fearfully and stood in awe at the sight of her. Tall, silver haired with furs and leathers, a huge sword with symbols strapped to her back and ringed with light from the fire. She looked like an angel with bright purple eyes coming towards them. They threw themselves to their knees and gaped at her.

"Where have you come from? No one else has survived in these parts?" she demanded in shock at their appearance.

The people looked among each other in confusion, she saw a man with a falcon on his shoulder, eyes milky white.

Alaerya smiled, and instantly her eyes flashed white, everyone else was gone except for the man. An elderly man, but strong he walked up to her hands out showing he is unarmed. Alaerya points to her weapons but walks with her hands up so he can see she won't attack.

"How did you survive here?" she asked him directly.

"We didn't, our people evacuated to the islands in the North. We returned here to scout for anything to hunt and use for furs. We saw the flashes of light and came to investigate. Do the dead still rule the lands?"

"The Night King is gone"

"Who?" replied the man confused

"He was called the Night King. The leader of the dead"

"Our people can return?"

"Of course. People from the south will come to help you"

"We don't need help, we want to return home."

"You can do that but people from the South will come"

"Why?" He asked suspiciously

"To map the lands and set up trade."

"If we don't want that?"

"You'll want the money it brings"

The man looked thoughtful, "I take it you're in charge then?"

"For a time I'll be here but then I have other places to go to. I will send my people here if you wish, we can set up trade and bring money"

The man weighed up her words and after a time looked at Alaerya and said definitively, "Come, the people of Tyrros have been long forgotten. We narrowly avoided being wiped out"

"How did you survive him? Didn't he come looking for you?"

"He did, but he couldn't find us. He looks for signs of life, but we could hide ours"

"How?"

"Does it matter now?"

"Yes it matters to me, I want to know" said Alaerya in earnest.

"Our people are special, we can do things others can't. We adapted to live in the cold. We can slow our bodies down significantly, which makes looking for signs of life difficult"

"You can stop your hearts?"

"If that's what you call it. Seems you have magic too. Come to Tyrros one day, we will meet again"

The man smiled and his falcon screeched.

"What is your name sir?"

"Tyrrin, son of Tyrros"

"Son of Tyrros? The king?"

"Not a king, but the leader of the people here"

"Did anyone try to get you to evacuate earlier?"

"No one has come to see us, when our people started disappearing and returning with blue eyes Tyrros evacuated. Says he saw them come in a dream, swarms of them to take us all away. After encountering them a few times we didn't stop to ask questions, we just left"

"How many of you are left?"

"Quite a few, I don't know how many but we have numbers"

"Return to Tyrros, the undead are gone. And I will return"

Alaerya smiled her purple eyes bright, Tyrrin nodded and the connection broke. Moving back away from the terrified people she mounted Vaella and hastily flew away.

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The Heart Tree was still and the atmosphere was eerily quiet. The whole North had become like this in the aftermath of the Night Kings death. There were no birds or noises just quiet, feeling unnerved but determined Alaerya marched up to the Heart Tree and placed her hands on its trunk. At the same time she was drawn into dream walking she reached out and pulled another into it with her.

Jon looked around confused, one moment he had been eating a nourishing meal in the cave and now he had no food and was in front of a tree. When he saw Alaerya he knew what she had done, he walked towards her and noted she had an odd look on her face. He hadn't seen her since the day he thought she had killed him.

"Lady Alaerya" Jon started.

"We will have time to discuss the battle and what happened on the lake, I want to keep this short Jon. I need to ask something of you"

Jon saw the serious expression on her face, "What do you need?"

"I wouldn't ask anyone of this lightly but it's the best option I can think of and needs to remain a hidden secret."

He didn't like the sound of this, "From who?"

"From anyone that's not your family"

"I'm listening" he said after a time.

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Alaerya broke the connection and returned to Vaella, the Elder looked down at her as she mounted.

"Get what you need?"

"I did, but now I need something from you"

Ren fell quiet and didn't reply.

"I need you to tell me how the magic works"

"What magic dear, we do many things"

"The magic that raises him and the magic you use. How you use it and what your limitations are"

"You're asking me to tell you sacred information my Lady"

"If you want him to remain where he is with no chance of return tell me"

Vaella launched into the air and Ren began to talk, Alaerya listened intently as they moved south to their destination.

When he finished talking she turned to him and gave her thanks.

"I will not do anything with this information, it will help us with what's the come"

"What is to come?"

"You'll see when we get there"

A short time later Winterfell came into view, only the tops of its towers could be seen as the snow covering it had slowly begun to melt.

Vaella flew around the enormous mound covering the castle and blasted it with fire. The fire melted the snow and the castle slowly came into full view. Vaella landed in the Godswood and Alaerya dismounted with Ren. Alaerya led him through Winterfell and down the steps to the crypts, conjuring lights to make their way bright. They walked down to the bottom level and Alaerya discovered it was in ruins. Slowly they picked their way through, Alaerya moving obstacles with magic and repairing the broken level as they went.

"Where exactly are we going?" asked the Elder nervously

"Somewhere no one will suspect"

The crypts were quiet and cold, the bottom level was where the oldest Starks had been laid to rest. Alaerya continued down the long crypt until she came to two statues standing on either side of a young man. Surrounding the crypt with light she recognised the statue as that of the young lost Stark, flanked by his parents who chose to immortalise him in stone when they died.

Alaerya walked into the crypt where his parents laid to the very back where the wall was.

"You told me your people have no history of working with objects of power or how to reverse magic on items" stated Alaerya

"Yes that is true" replied Ren from next to the statues straining to see what Alaerya was doing in the dark recess of the tomb.

Alaerya didn't reply, she materialised the Night Kings ashes and set it down in the crypt. Summoning her magic she made an intricate artifact engraved with wolves heads and dragon glass pieces melted into the gold. The ashes were placed into the golden egg and warded with powerful and devastating curses to anyone who tried to magically remove them who wasn't Alaerya. Using magic the golden egg was lodged into the wall deeply, and filled in with dragon glass that melted to a liquid and set to be harder than stone. It was also impervious to most magic and if what Ren said was true, none of the Children had power to release the Night King again from this resting place. Warding and placing reversing spells over the place she approached Ren and satisfied they left the crypts.

As she ascended the stairs Alaerya turned back and placed powerful illusions into the crypt which restored the appearance that the crypt was beyond repair. She touched the glamour and made it feel real too, embedding magic to repel people from deciding to make repairs or clean up the lower levels.

Satisfied no one would think it a good idea to restore this area she waved her hand and the light extinguished from the lowest level where the oldest Starks lay in rest.

It was a relief to be out of the dark and damp crypts into fresh air, a light breeze begun to blow and Alaerya noticed the beautiful sounds of bird songs filling the air.

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Helping Ren into Vaella back for the last time Alaerya knew for the safety of the living it was still wise to wipe Rens memory. She sighed to herself as she easily climbed the dragon, this was magic she didn't enjoy working. It brought back memories of the woman in her family's dome that she forcefully wiped her memories and she lost all sense of herself. That had been done in anger and this was being done out of necessity.

Despite being confident no one could penetrate the tomb and access the Night King for nefarious means she refused to take chances. She wouldn't be around forever to ensure safety and peace continued, taking chances was something she wouldn't gamble on.

As Vaella lifted into the air heading back towards Harrenhal she swerved Vaella off course to approach Harrenhal from a different direction.

Ren looked at her in confusion and she smiled tightly, "Dont be worried friend just throwing off in case we are seen returning from the North"

He simply nodded and continued watching the scenery in front of them. Alaerya felt bad but knew it had to be done, and so conjuring the magic she needed to use lightly pressed a finger onto the top of Rens head. At her slightest touch he crumpled unconscious and she instinctively wrapped an arm around him as she flew south.

At the first sight of Dorne she shifted Ren and he sleepily opened his eyes, "Dorne? Why are we in Dorne?"

"We had business to attend to there remember Ren?" replied Alaerya casually.

Ren shook his head as if he had water in his ears and replied, "I'm having trouble remembering Lady Alaerya. What did we do?"

"We finished what we set out to do, now we return home" she replied simply, casually as if what they had just undertaken wasn't a massive feat of magic and logistics.

Returning back to Harrenhal was a pivotal moment for Alaerya, seeing the proud commanding castle as she returned was a big moment. The sun glinted off the domes and the structures were immensely tall, taller than the Red Keep Ever was. It would appear small compared to the new capital now. Alaerya's mind flashed to how far she'd come from Valryia, to Valreos and now Westeros. And it all begun from the Targaryen girls prophecy so long ago.

Vaella screeched and soared around the huge sprawling castle, her kin returning their screech and coming to join in the joy of flight. A mass of dragons soared around Harrenhal between the towers and over the town that had sprouted around the castle walls. People who worked mostly ignored them being used to the dragons but some stopped to marvel at the sight above them.

Vaella broke away and flew towards the Isle of Faces, soaring over it Alaerya saw little green bodies running through the trees. Young Children of the Forest were frolicking in the sunshine, playing and laughing knowing they were safe from the evil in the world.

Landing in the water on the bank of the island Vaella let them dismount and Jon waited on the shore to help Ren dismount.

"Looks like your time here has come to an end young Targaryen" said Ren patting Jon's hand gently.

Jon simply nodded and smiled wistfully, he looked to Alaerya uncertainly. This was the first time he saw her alive and not as a White Walker.

"Get on Jon we have business, and Ren. Come to the Capital tomorrow, we have decrees to sign"

Ren bowed deeply and disappeared into the trees, Jon watched him go before he reluctantly climbed onto Vaella.

"Don't worry Jon I'm going to explain everything to you. I'm not a White Walker"

Jon sat on Vaella and held on tightly as she lifted into the air, after a time Alaerya heard him say, "That's not how it was last time I saw you"

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Launching into the air Jon felt mixed emotions, he was sitting next to a woman who was dead last time he saw her. And the most epic battle he'd ever seen fought was now back to being a lake, the bodies of countless undead animals and people laid to rest at the bottom of the lake. Like so many others before them, the Gods Eye had taken its share of blood over the years. Seeing Harrenhal for the first time shook Jon he struggled to keep his mouth from gaping at its new appearance, it was even bigger than how it originally stood. Five glittering domes sat atop the towers completely repaired and imposing, the stone dragons that stood guard were incredibly life like. The castle cast a huge reflection in the lake and looked spectacular nestled amongst the town that surrounded it.

Vaella flew to the largest and brightest dome, landing in a lavishly decorated area of beautiful ferns and seating areas. Jon gingerly stepped from Vaellas back and looked up to see various dragons ringed around the dome. Rhaegal was there watching Jon, he felt good that his dragon was still there, and for a moment he was transfixed looking up into his golden eyes.

Alaerya came up behind Jon who was staring up at Rhaegal, "He flew around the Island every day that you were there Jon"

"Did he?" asked Jon looking at Alaerya in disbelief.

"They're incredibly intelligent which you'll learn when you begin communicating with them during your education"

"Education? I'm done with school my Lady"

"Not school, learning to use the magic within you. You've already woken it within you, and now you've joined with Aerylle it will continue to grow"

Jon flushed in embarrassment at the realisation of how much Alaerya knew about people.

"Don't be shy Jon I've seen worse things, come you need some of our food"

Alaerya curtly turned and exited the dome, Jon began to follow her but glanced up at Rhaegal. The golden eyes drew him in and he smiled slightly, sending thanks to Rhaegal for being here. In response Rhaegal reared on his hind legs and spread open his wings, it was in that moment Jon realised they could communicate with one another.

He realised Alaerya had gone and run to find her, he couldn't see her but he could sense her magic and could track her movements. He turned down corridors following the trail of her magic in the air, finally he came to an impressive terrace that had luscious vines and hanging flowers. Alaerya was looking across Harrenhal at the work unfolding in front of them. Everyday the castle developed in leaps and bounds becoming a true epicentre of civilisation. Jon marvelled at what they had achieved in a short time with the huge space they had to work with.

Not able to hold it in anymore Jon spoke, "I need to know what happened. Nothing makes sense in my head. You were dead-"

Alaerya held up her hand, "All will be explained to you soon, but first you must-"

"Eat? You always seem to want to feed me Alaerya"

The old woman smirked without taking her eyes off the work happening below, "Jon go sit and eat, I will join you soon"

Suddenly he felt ravenous and reluctantly turned to see the table laden with food, sitting across from Alaerya he ate hungrily. After a time a plate filled itself and came to rest across from him, Alaerya joined him shortly after.

Alaerya sighed as she sat eating only a meagre amount of the food on her plate.

Jon eyed her waiting for the time to begin asking questions.

Alaerya met his gaze steadily, "I know I can't avoid your questions anymore Jon so let me explain to you. I've felt nothing but remorse since the day the Night King fell. I'll never forget the look of betrayal in your eyes when I placed the sleeping spell on you. I did what had to be done to ensure he thought he was winning, if he had been released from that ice wall you created the fight wouldn't have been as easy to win"

"That was easy?!" Cut in Jon with anger in his voice.

Alaerya held up her hand, "Let me finish and you can ask me anything you wish after"

Jon fell silent but remained concerned.

"I warned you all defeating him would require us to do things we didn't agree on. There is no way any of you would've let me get approval to be made into a white walker. But it was the best way. There is something else no one would agree to and it stays between you and I. Another Night King has been created"

Jon's face fell in astonishment, "Alaerya what?!"

She nodded slowly and deliberately, "Yes you heard me right, but this Night King is different. He is insurance that the power his predecessor wielded will never rise to power again. Let me explain, the Night King shares your blood Jon. He is a lost Stark, his name was Benjen and is an ancient ancestor of yours. The same blood that coursed through Bran the Builders veins ran in his, and is running in yours. The only difference is you're a Targaryen too with magic laying undiscovered in your blood. To keep him from rising again and seizing any kind of power we had to create someone far more superior in skill and power."

Jon looked dumbfounded and then his face flashed with fear, "Who is the new Night King?"

"You Jon, you have the power of the Night King"

Suddenly Jon stood and paced the terrace coming to terms with the news and feeling angry a responsibility had been placed on him once again that he didn't want.

"You have no right to put this on me!" he raged.

"The power you're afraid of is in you yes but it's not the same Jon, this is why it's important you come to Valreos and learn how to work with your abilities properly"

"Have you seen him rise again? Is this why you've done this to me?"

"In one thread of time he is released with dark magic, by whom I couldn't see that far ahead as that timeline is still cast in shadow. The possibility is there though so I'm putting things in place to change the chance of that happening. With you in place that thread cannot come to be"

"Why am I always the one put in this position?" he muttered to himself

"You were chosen because of your lineage and blood connection to him. Only a Stark could wield that power and I'm sorry but there's not many of you left to choose from. You're the only male Stark left at this point in time with skills and talent we know!" she returned getting slightly heated.

Jon looked bewildered as he'd never heard her raise her voice before, "What do I do next? How do I work with this?"

"Go to Valreos the right people are waiting there. You'll need the Temple of Shadows and the Temple of Healers. They know and they're waiting your arrival"

"And my family?"

"You'll settle them here first."

Jon still looked unhappy with the situation, "How did you overcome him? You were-one of them- I saw it in your eyes"

"You saw what I wanted you to see. Magic isn't just making things move and manipulating energy it's also illusion and projection. He played into my hand but I needed to play into his first. You can't defeat someone until they think they've won Jon."

"What about after me? I don't want to live as long as you, especially not with this power you speak of"

"You won't have to, this responsibility will be a Targaryen and Stark family responsibility from this point onward. You will be custodians of this power and be the only family capable of wielding it. Your power makes you very much at the top of our society, not that you want that" she smiled wryly knowing Jon preferred to just be part of the crowd.

Jon looked out over the terrace for the longest time, he tried to focus on any shred of himself that was like the Night King. The dragons swooped overhead, the crushing and grinding sounds of building were noisy around them. At last Jon turned back to Alaerya, "This power I have and that I pass on. Can it be used in the same way? The same way that he used it to kill and enslave?"

Alaerya stood and slowly walked to Jon, "There is a major difference between the two of you, yes you were both unwilling but you are not the same people. The way he wielded his power will not manifest in you or your line Jon"

Still deep in thought Jon returned to the table and sat down, two glasses materialised on the table. Alaerya picked up hers and raised it to Jon, he still looked troubled but rose his glass anyway

"We have a reason to celebrate Jon, this is a momentous day. The liquor you are about to drink is called Blood of Valyria, this is the first time this drink is being consumed outside of Valreos. Biarvor aōt!"

Jon looked confused at Alaerya and repeated uncertainly, "Bearver ayot!"

Alaerya laughed and began to teach Jon how to say cheers in High Valyrian. He felt surreal he was sitting on a newly refurbished Valreon balcony in Harrenhal toasting in High Valyrian. And the power of the Night King was coursing through his body.

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The dragon riders flew with haste back to their home scrolls attached to their hip, the dragons could smell their home in the distance and surged eagerly forward. Every now and then the dragons swooped around one another and frolicked in the air as they approached their destination. The armour that graced their bodies possessing the magic to pass through the protective veil which hides Valreos from the world. They feel the moment they enter the territory of their home and the dragons screech in happiness. This is met with responses from the islands in the distance, and hundreds of dragons come to meet them. The dragon riders grin to each other as they soar towards home over the sparkling sea flanked by hundreds of dragons. This will be an entrance. They circled around the islands and see people ashore stopping and watching in astonishment before the dragons peel away and land in the ruling domes.

Aeyrelin is waiting to receive the Valreon messenger on behalf of their family. Pleased to see his cousin Allaeyon they clasp elbows fiercely and slap each other on the back.

Without words Aeyrelin slaps the scroll and opens it, immediately he reacts in celebration. His cousin smiling happily.

"How did it go? We have the result we want but is everyone surviving?"

"We had no casualties. It was an interesting way to fight the opponent which never would've been approved by the council. But it was effective"

Aeyrelins face dropped momentarily, "Jon and Alaerya are fine?"

Allaeyon smiled tightly, "Alaerya and Jon both pretty much died but found a way to come back. It was tense while we waiting above them but they achieved what they set out to"

Aeyrelin was relieved he had great love for Alaerya but he'd also grown very close to Jon. The two men often sparred and drank together in Valreon Dome. Their friendship had quickly grown in the short time they'd known each other.

Sansa quietly walked up behind Aeyrelin and snatched the scroll looking anxious, this was momentous for her. The news she had anxiously awaited, the safety and survival of all of them was in this scroll. Reading the words she slowly smiled and looked to Aeyrelin.

"I'm finally going home" she gushed, her hand coming to rest on her swollen stomach.

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Returning to Winterfell rose mixed feelings in Jon, wandering through the castle seeing the bloodstains of those who fell and the empty castle made him melancholy. Knowing he possessed the magic of the Night King to prevent him rising again made him feel burdened. But seeing the changes being made and the repairs starting on the castle gave him more hope than anything else.

Building and repair was a fast process which Jon marvelled at as Winterfell as it would be from now on took shape. The major repairs restored the castle how it was and the towers were repaired and made taller, domes gracing their pinnacles. Aside from Harrenhal this was the next fusion of Westerosi and Valreon architecture being built.

Watching from the battlements Jon pondered what Ned would think of this New Age, he was always loyal and did what had to be done. But changes to their home? He wasn't so sure Ned would have enjoyed that. Now his uncle laid to rest in the crypts and Sansa would be the Northern ruler. Leaving Jon and Aerylle nowhere really to call home. Alaerya had mentioned she had a place for them in mind which would be fitting. Jon didn't really want a castle to responsible for but considering the power in his veins what Castle he inhabited was the least of his concern.

The builders sought his counsel on changes according to their plans sporadically and he was left to his own devices otherwise. He had been tasked to oversee and ensure nothing was altered which had any significance historically as it was. He had forbidden the removal of the sept Ned had built for Catelyn but otherwise the other changes on the scroll were easy to approve.

Excusing himself he went to the only place he wanted to be right now, the Godswood. Entering into the shaded coolness he made his way to the Heart tree, reminiscing as he walked all the memories the garden held for him. Playing there with Robb as a child, watching Ned clean Ice, showing Arya how to fight, all these memories rushed into and out of his mind as he walked.

Coming to stop in front of the Heart Tree he studied its face, it was solemn and wise but he felt also a little sad, something he had never felt when in the presence of the tree. He felt these emotions wash through him before placing his hands on the trunk, immediately there was a deluge of visions. Stark family history downloading into his mind at incredible speed. Some visions slowed down so he could see whole scenes play out. Scenes of people he didn't know, and some of his father and Lyanna, he even saw his mother and father having hushed conversations between themselves that he wished had gone longer. The last vision he saw was a little blonde boy playing with a Stark wolf figurine befriending a Child of the Forest. When the connection broke he stood panting from the intensity of what he saw. Turning slowly to look over the Godswood he came face to face with hundreds of wolves all with their eyes trained on him. He looked around in shock, there were wolves as far as he could see, it was as if every wolf in Westeros made up this pack. Scanning the pack he looked for Ghost, he could feel his presence but he was nowhere to be seen. After a time the wolves parted and Nymeria led Ghost through the pack, Jon crumpled to his knees as he saw him for the first time since leaving Winterfell. Nymeria bared her teeth and her hackles were raised, Jon raised his hands in surrender knowing if he was attacked he was grossly outnumbered. Nymeria paused ready to attack but Ghost gingerly stepped forward. His nose busily sniffing out if this human was indeed Jon, once he caught the scent properly Ghost rush forward all wagging tails and licks. Nymeria remained alert but relaxed her aggressive stance a little, still watching closely.

Jon held Ghost and whispered apologies for leaving to which the wolf whined in response and put his head on Jon's shoulder. Overhead there was a loud screech, Rhaegal flew over the Godswood and landed in a clearing a short distance from Jon. The huge dragon fixed his eyes on Jon and Ghost, Jon still patting Ghost didn't know what to do. So in his mind he simply said, 'Friend' the dragon momentarily did nothing. But all of a sudden tossed his head and Jon heard returned in his mind, 'Friend'.

Smiling slightly he was relieved he didn't have to choose because both his companions held a piece of his affection. Ruffling Ghosts fur and happily looking into his face Jon knew he was never going to leave him again.

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Tywin Lannister dressed in red battle armour made his way through the gardens of Valreon House, early for his scheduled meeting.

Passing through the enormous wide open doors into the House in the gardens he knows where to find Alaerya waiting to speak with him. Bowing as she looks up he hastily sits across from her looking amused, "Congratulations my Lady, you've done it" he says with a small smile towards her.

"It wouldn't have been possible without my skills in foresight and your counsel, success was not assured if we had struck earlier. No wonder your people didn't stand a chance"

Tywins face remained expressionless, and he was silent.

"What will you do now? Your whole life built to this and it's over"

Tywin reached for the wine that materialised in front of him and sipped waiting her answer.

"I'm going to ensure the transition goes smoothly in Westeros and see the expansion further West. I'm close to being done though, my old body can't take this anymore. I'm closer to 500 than I care to admit and I feel every bit of it"

Alaerya sighed as she sat back uncomfortably in her cushioned seat, her body was frailer than before and her face had aged considerably since her trip to Westeros.

"What I'm about to ask isn't a comfortable topic Alaerya but have you thought what you want when it ends?" asked Tywin as casually as if he was asking her what she wanted for lunch.

Her sharp eyes met his and they gazed at each other for a time, "I've thought long and hard about this, I have much to think of including who to transfer my power to and where I want to rest. It wouldn't be right of me to rest anywhere other than here alongside Aeyrelis"

"What about Vaella? She won't do well without you"

"Vaella is being kept alive by my magic now, we will leave together"

"Luckily you are so far removed from the line of succession we don't need to worry about an heir" smirked Tywin, "It was often a problem of the last leaders I counseled"

"You will continue to counsel them on Westeros Tywin, or at the least counsel them from here"

"That's not possible I don't have your skills"

"You will have some, I will use some of my power to enhance yours. No matter how small you have something in that blood of yours, I will give a small part of what I can do to you"

"Why would you do that for? I don't deserve it"

"You've been more than helpful and I've seen how your future unfolds with and without my help. It bodes better for you to accept my offer"

Tywin raised his eyebrow at her words, "Are you going to indulge the specifics to me?"

"No, why would I spoil the fun for you" returned Alaerya dryly.

"I'm not afraid to die Alaerya, in fact I'd welcome it" sighed Tywin thinking of his long life so far.

"You have more time to go my friend, and you'll be needed for the next stage of things to come"

"What have you got planned next?"

"We will acquire everything to our West"

"Everything?" questioned Tywin with interest.

"Yes"

Tywin sipped his drink thoughtfully, "That's not a small task, and will require planning"

"You're being given the job Tywin, I trust you"

"Obviously you have a plan in mind"

Alaerya sent a scroll floating to Tywin, "these are the targets in these cities, execute them and this will bring everyone to heel"

"I thought you wanted to create a world where you're not seen as the conqueror Alaerya"

"In Westeros yes I wanted that, but these cities murdered any remaining Valyrians who had avoided the destruction. This is payback for that"

"Alaerya," he started sternly, "this is almost 400 years later, shouldn't this be let go?"

"Tell me Tywin, when have you let go of someone who slighted you?" Tywin didn't respond, "Not only is this retribution but these families if alive will never submit to the new world. They will continue to create resistance and problems from the shadows, hurting thousands in the process. Cut them down swiftly and we have no more troubles. Tell them Valyria send their regards"

Tywin watched her for a moment trying to discern if this was madness or otherwise but she looked and acted the same to him. He chose to ignore the famous words uttered to Robb Stark at the Red Wedding before he was slaughtered. And in fairness, Alaerya had made no secret of wanting to regain the former Valyrian territories.

Tywin looked over the names on the list many he didn't know, some family names he had only heard of. Rolling up the scroll with a sigh he looked at her evenly, "Some cities require more penetration than others"

"Some cities still hold those of Valyrian descent and will provide no resistance, the others will require a heavy hand. And because I won't be here to help you'll need to rely on the new talents you're going to receive. Don't waste time learning how to master them Tywin"

"I presume my wife will be teaching me to master these new skills?"

"Actually no, you'll need to go to the Temple of Flames, Temple of Dreamwalkers and the Temple of Stone for your new education. Within a turn of the moon if you practice you should be fully activated"

Tywin conceded, "I accept your offer and give thanks for what you've chosen to gift me. What will I do after this objective is achieved?"

"You'll have a peaceful life afterwards and you'll be richer than you've ever been"

"Richer? That's hard to believe" he smirked.

"You're not the only one with gold Tywin" smiled Alaerya cryptically.

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Sansas return to Winterfell had risen mixed emotions within her, at first she hated the new additions to the castle. It had greatly offended her to see it changed in such a big way, and she had made her feelings known to Aeyrelin with hostile silences. He persisted though even going as far as to visit her in the Godswood and talk to her. Eventually she had grown used to the changes, just as she had to grow used to the changes to her body. Her stomach swollen with the baby, she had been drawn to spending as much time in the Godswood as possible. Especially since she learned a pack of wolves had begun to call the gardens home, she often woke through the night after dreaming she was a wolf. While through the day she craved to be near them, Sansa struggled with her growing power and her growing body. Which exacerbated her feelings about the changes to her home. Jon had shown her a map of the altered castle, and warned her that Winterfell was still the same place but it had been repaired and built upon. Looking up through the trees Sansa stared at the Domes of Valyrian architecture now a part of the original castle. Quietly she realised she didn't hate it anymore and ruefully thought to herself the baby was driving her mad. Winterfell was a bustling and busy place, the town outside its walls had grown. The towers inside the walls meant more soldiers could be trained, schools were set up, a healing Temple was established and various government officials were stationed in the North to advise her. Sansa remembered the day she signed the Treaty of Peace alongside the other rulers of the Kingdom of Westeros at the capital Harrenhal. Never had she dreamed she would be the one to rule the North alongside a Valyrian husband. The Stark name was to continue with wolves, dragons and magic at their call. Overhead the dragons swooped and on the ground the wolves played, wolf cubs teasing their mothers and dragon fledglings chasing their parents.

'If mother and father could see this' thought Sansa as she watched through the waving red leaves the scene unfolding above her. Enjoying the time in the sun Sansa spent a rare moment relaxing under the Weirwood tree laying amongst the roots. Her large pregnant stomach shifting with the movement of the baby within her, as she sat quietly the baby moved more. Shortly later Sansa stretched, feeling refreshed from some quiet time to herself free of governance, responsibility and questions. As she stretched her body, water splashed from under her skirt over the Weirwood roots onto the ground. The wolves lifted their heads, ears alert looking in Sansas direction before lifting their heads to the sky and howling. The whole pack in the hundreds singing as one, the dragons flying overhead screeched in response. One dragon, Caelyn (Sansas dragon), landed in the garden as Sansa doubled over with labour pains. Trying to get to her feet she stumbled and fell to her knees, crying out in pain at her fall and the contraction at the same time. The direwolves ran to her side and she used them to stand as they guided her to her dragon. Too focused on the contractions to argue Sansa crumpled into her dragons side and leaned against her as she laboured alone in the garden. The warmth of (dragons name) next to her energised Sansa and she breathed deeply as in her magic lessons and drew the magic around her. Opening her eyes they glowed purple and Sansa found her breathing easier and she regained her mobility. Walking helped her and she knew she didn't want to be anywhere else. As the contractions intensified she stripped naked, uninhibited by the thought of someone seeing her. As her dragon shielded her from view and the wolves stood guard all around her. A powerful contraction buckled her legs and the wolves surrounded her holding her from falling and injuring herself. The urge to push was so strong she fell forward to her hands and knees, her head against the dragon and her sides flanked by wolves. Sansa pushed when the urges came and panted in between, pulling magic into herself when she found herself getting exhausted. Lifting her head and chest to rest her hands on Caelyn's side, with one long push gritting her teeth she felt the release. She knew her baby had been born, looking down she saw them. Twin babies holding hands encased in their birth sac looking up at her, she let out a ragged sob and frantically broke open the bag. Pulling the babies to her instinctively she laid against the dragon and alongside the wolves, the babies crawled up to rest on her chest, suckling for the first time. Exhausted she closed her eyes and rested. The wolves howled and drew closer to her, Caelyn sang a beautiful melodic dragon song and breathed fire up into the air.

Aeyrelin heard the song from within the castle walls, he had been organising shipments for exporting south. When he heard the dragon song and felt the magic he dropped what he was doing and ran for Sansa. Searching her out he wasn't surprised she was in the godswood. On his way he grabbed a Healer who was on other business and she followed him struggling to keep up. Aeyrelin ran into the garden and was greeted by an unreal sight, his wife in the centre of a wolf pack, laying against her dragon naked nursing two babies under the Heart Tree. Sansa was exhausted from birthing and working magic, the Healer rushed to her side and examined her administering some potions and checking the babies. The wolves had parted and formed a barrier around them, others had seen Aeyrelins panic and came to investigate but were stopped by getting closer by the wolves. They growled at them as they approached preventing people from seeing Sansa behind the dragons wing that shielded her from view. Aeyrelin sat by Sansas side and stroked her hair which was plastered to her face. Sansa looked at him sweat covering her pale face too tired to speak and slowly closed her eyes.

In the storm lands, Arya was alerted to a strange sound coming from outside, rushing to the top of the dome she watched in wonder as her dragon Visenyra swooped and sang a beautiful song over Storms End. Arya cradled her stomach and saw Sansa in her mind, smiling as she knew her sister had birthed.

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Sansa woke with a start in the lavish room she shared with Aeyrelin, her blurry vision focused and she struggled to remember getting to bed. Her last memories were wolves howling and laying against the warmth of Caelyn. Looking around the room ignoring the splitting headache she had Sansa saw elaborate flower arrangements some in the shape of wolves heads. Running her hand down her stomach she felt empty, and became fearful for the baby. Quickly getting out of bed she slowly made her way one pained step at a time from the room, noting her breasts felt full and hot. Exiting her room she was met with a group of Healers who she was relieved to see, they ushered her to the lounge of the sitting room in their chambers. Placing cool towels on her head and pushing tea to her lips, not used to being fussed over to this level she grabbed the tea cup from them and despite its heat gulped it down. Seeing some food placed in front of her she ate ravenously and after felt much better.

"Where is my baby?" she asked commandingly to the nearest healer.

The Healer smiled after her, "Your children are with Aeyrelin dear, the nursery is across the coridoor"

"Children?! What do you mean children?" she laughed at the Healer who exchanged a look with the others.

"Sansa, my Lady, you gave birth to two babies"

Sansa flopped back on the seat and the memories rushed back to her, the primal scream, the push and feeling of immense release, looking down and seeing two babies in the sac holding hands.

"Your birth will be talked about for some time my Lady across the seas in Valreos too. A sign of great strength and power birthing with a dragon. No one in our people has ever birthed with wolves though! Truly a wonderful thing!"

Sansa smiled weakly having small flashbacks of feeling the wolves by her side and the comfort of their presence. No one in Westeros had birthed with wolves before either, it was sure to make people talk.

"Please help me, I want to see them"

The Healers wordlessly helped her stand and guided her to the room across the hall.

"I'll give you some salve for healing from the birth and potions for the pain" whispered one, "I'll return shortly and you'll feel much better"

Sansa smiled gratefully in thanks that the woman understood how she was feeling. The Healers opened the door and Sansa saw a sight that made her heart burst with love and joy. Aeyrelin holding both babies and looking out the window, intently the children watched the dragons dancing for them outside. He turned at the sound of the door opening and smiled widely as Sansa entered and was helped to sit. Aeyrelin crossed the room and placed a baby in Sansa's arms.

"You look like a natural at this" she joked lovingly up to her husband.

"As a child we had many family members and there were always children around, we kind of learnt to look after babies from a young age. They're incredibly alert. This is our daughter you're holding"

Sansa smiled and looked her over, the baby stared at her intently and her heart stopped with a start. And her eyes widened in horror, her daughter had the brightest glowing blue eyes. All the trauma of the Night King and White Walkers bubbled to the surface. Aeyrelin grabbed her hand but she felt panicked suddenly. He crouched in front of her and held her face with his free hand, "Dont be scared her eyes are bright blue and there is magic in her blood. She's not one of them. Sansa, breathe"

Sansas rapid breathing calmed slightly, "I'm sorry Aeyrelin, I wasn't expecting blue, not that blue anyways."

"I read your family history apparently you have an ancestor called 'Ice Eyes'. Maybe it's something you never knew laid in your family line" he shrugged, "She is a beautiful sweet girl, she reaches out for her brother often"

"I remember they were holding hands when I first saw them"

"Were they born in their sac Sansa?"

As she looked over her daughters face she nodded, "I panicked and ripped it open was I supposed to do that?"

"I think whatever you did was perfect for them otherwise the first Healer there would've said something. Are you ready for our son?"

After some juggling Sansa freed her spare arm and held it ready for her son, when he placed him on her she felt absolute euphoria. She noticed quickly he had clear purple eyes, a strong jawline and a happy look on his face to see his mother.

"I think they're hungry," said Aeyrelin as both babies began pulling on Sansas clothes with their mouths open.

"I don't know what I'm doing" exclaimed Sansa panicked.

Aeyrelin rubbed her shoulder, "Dont worry that's what the Healers are for"

At his words the Healers came into the room with the potions and to help Sansa with feeding.

With both babies happily suckling, Aeyrelin showed Sansa the well wishes from all over Westeros.

"We got one from Arya, all it said was 'Congratulations sister, I'm on my way'," chuckled Aeyrelin, "shortly following it one from Gendry 'we just found Arya trying to mount her dragon days away from giving birth, we will visit soon'"

Sansa chuckled, "I'm surprised she didn't come anyway, she could've given birth on the way"

After the well wishes were read, Sansa tended to the babies under the watch of the Healers who assisted her when she needed it.

They slept soundly in their beds as Aeyrelin and Sansa watched them smiling.

"What are their names my dear?" said Aeyrelin softly.

"I only planned to have one baby so I don't know, I was thinking our son could be Relix, and our daughter Lyarra. What do you think?"

"I like both, in Valreos we would've used Lyxara but Lyarra is a nice Westerosi name. I agree, Relix and Lyarra Stark"

Sansa flushes rememberint they would take the Stark name to ensure it lives on.

"Are you sure you are in agreement they take my name? It's not usually done this way."

"Your name is important Sansa. So is mine, but my family name is not in danger of dying out. I'm the youngest of my siblings, so don't worry."

Aeyrelin squeezed her hand as Lyarra stirred slightly, he drew her away so they could sit together for a while.

"They're going to do great things, born with dragons and wolves is a good sign"

Sansa smiled, "I still can't believe I did that"

"Birth or with your birth companions?"

"Both! It's definitely not how I envisioned or planned it!"

"Birth never goes the way you plan it that's one thing I've learned from the women in my family"

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Arya's birth was long and difficult, the Healers at Storms End had pulled Gendry aside and expressed fear for the lady's life.

"Lord Baratheon what would you have us do if we must choose? We might not be able to save both"

Gendry was crushed, it was across his face the devastation and weight of such a decision.

"Save my wife," he said at last, "I can't go on without her"

He left them and went back to Arya who screamed through another contraction, clearly in pain and struggling, he ached inside feeling powerless.

"Leave us for a moment" he whispered to the Healer, "let me try something"

"But Lord Baratheon-" she started.

"Go get some more blankets, just give me that long"

The Healer gave him a charged look and dropped her head, "I'll get some blankets and return. We are outside if you need us in the meantime"

Gendry nodded and turned back to Arya, in between contractions she looked wild and fearful.

He grabbed her face in his hands, "Look at me Arya," her wild eyes focused on his, "I'm not losing either of you today. Breathe with me"

Gendry breathed deeply, and Arya followed him breathing ragged at first but then it calmed. Her next contraction was powerful and painful, she screamed out loud and Gendry held her.

"Breathe," he said, "remember you have a wolf within you. Arya, you can get through this, use the wolf inside you"

Gendry felt the change immediately, Arya changed positions and grimaced legs wide and pushing. She let out a primal scream as she pushed, Gendry reached down and pulled his first child, a son free. Arya dropped back and panted with exhaustion, blood coming out of her. Gendry cradled the boy in his arms in wonder, Arya shot back up to sitting and screamed again the pushing so strong her face crumpled. Gendry quickly put down their son safely as he ran to pull a second baby out, a girl. Arya was slick with sweat and beginning to lose consciousness, he worried for her as she went limp. The babies were crying now and Gendry instantly felt out of depth, "Help, please! Come!"

Arya groaned and moved on her side as her body pushed a third child out, Gendry now we'll and truly regretting sending the Healers away ran to the door.

"Help! Someone come fast!"

A Healer came from the hallway and rushed in to Aryas side, she birthed the third baby and placed the baby aside. Another Healer ran I followed by more, they crowded Arya and the third baby.

Gendry was bewildered they had multiple children, it seemed that nobody had just one baby anymore. He cradled his son and daughter in his arms against his bare chest as they stared up at him with dark eyes and dark hair. Gendry heard barely audible whispers of the Healers, but heard one of them say "we are losing her, stem the bleeding quickly!"

He stood in alarm and one of the Healers pushed him back into his seat, "we are doing everything my Lord, please let them finish"

What felt like hours passed when they turned to him faces grim, "Lord Baratheon we are so sorry. Your youngest child did not survive, Arya is in a serious condition but alive"

The Healers took the babies from him and tended to them, and he got to meet his youngest child. Another girl, small and beautiful. His heart broke as he saw her looking so small and vulnerable, he cradled her and cried over her lifeless body.

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Vaella soared towards Storms End, Alaerya eagerly looking out over the new lands noting where building had taken place. Storms End was not on her planned visits but hearing about Arya losing a baby Alaerya worried for her. In the distance Storms End stood, a proud dome sprinting from the top of the castle wi h two dragons flying around. Vaella greeted them, and it was returned. The dragons came to greet Alaerya and Vaella providing a fitting escort for her first time visiting. Circling around to land Vaella couldn't fit in the dome so Alaerya used her magic to leap onto the dome. Landing firmly and holding her footing she internally grimaced, her old bones wouldn't have liked that. She was grateful she no longer took long flights in her aged form, it was too taxing on her. Gendry waited with his staff, for many it was the first time meeting the legendary leader. They all looked in awe as she made an unearthly drop from dragon back, Gendry smirked at their reactions.

"My Lady welcome to Storms End"

"Good to see you Gendry. How is you wife?"

A shadow passed over Gendry's face at the mention of Arya even though he knew why Alaerya had come.

"Doing her best considering"

"Mmm I'll take that as not very well then."

Gendry lead the way to their chambers just off the dome. The sound of children crying could be heard as they approached, Gendry looked worried as they got closer.

"The maids should be helping" he muttered.

Hastily he opened the door and bustled in, Arya sat staring unblinking out of the window as the two babies screamed in their beds. Gendry looked in alarm at Alaerya and she directed him quietly to tend to the children. He nodded and carried the young babies in search of the nurses. Arya didn't move, she didn't notice just continued staring unblinking from the window. Alaerya approached her and looked out the window behind her, this part of the dome looked over the Godswood. The familiar red leaves dancing wildly in the rising winds.

Alaerya placed her hands on Arya's shoulders sending healing magic into her, in response Arya closed her eyes in relief. Then she burst into tears and sobbed heavy sobs as tears flooded from her face spilling onto her legs. Alaerya remained silent for a long time until Arya's crying settled before sitting alongside her and pulling her into a tight embrace.

"I came as soon as I heard" whispered Alaerya

"I knew you were coming, I felt you" replied Arya her voice cracked and weak.

Alaerya smiled with pride as she recognised how the magic in the Starks had woken on the islands.

"Arya-" started Alaerya but Arya cut her off.

"I feel empty, like I've lost myself. I used to be so strong, fearless. Now all I feel is sadness, and fear for my living children"

Alaerya lifted Arya's chin to gaze deep into her eyes, "You have never properly grieved the losses in your life, you kept pushing forward and now you don't have a choice but to stop. It takes some adjusting activating your magic, and you've all come so far in such a short time. I am surprised how fast you adapted to our magic, it has created some interesting side effects. Now come lay with your head on me"

Alaerya directed Arya to lay down and called for some staff, she sent them off to collect herbs and began healing magic on Arya.

"The first time I saw you Arya I sensed great potential in you. And you haven't disappointed. You remind me of myself when I was your age, fearless and courageous. We share some talents for fighting and face changing and now we share magic as well."

"When did you first see me?" asked Arya confused

"A long time ago now" smiled Alaerya, you were with Bran in the Godswood when I came for an unexpected visit. You couldn't see me though"

Arya remained quiet as Alaerya healed her, slowly the magic slid through her body and lifted the grief from her. It was powerful magic and Alaerya kept layering it on over her until she fell into a deep restorative sleep.

Alaerya's carefully laid Arya in bed and rubbed her over with herbs mixed in oil and covered her, kissing her gently on the forehead and leaving the room.

Gendry looked relieved to see Alaerya, she came and scooped up the babies and nodded to him.

"I'll take over from here my dear, go eat and rest with your wife. She's had a very heavy healing, she will sleep for quite a while."

"And when she wakes?" replied Gendry exhausted.

"She will be much improved. I will head North once she is back to her self"

"North?"

"Yes my dear, I have more babies to meet. More descendants, my family is continually growing" smiled Alaerya proudly.

"Before you go," said Gendry hesitatingly, "there is something I think you should see"

Alaerya was changing the babies who stared up at her with intent as she worked and cooed to them.

"I'm intrigued. Something the Night King left us?"

"No one is sure, that's why I thought I'd ask you"

"Right tell me about it. What are we dealing with?" said Alaerya as she looked seriously at Gendry.

"Well the ruins of Kings Landing you sent us to explore, aren't exactly ruins anymore"

"How so?" said Alaerya looked intensely at Gendry as she picked up the babies and snuggled them into her.

"Well the city is gone but in its place is a forest." Gendry stammered, "a-a forest of Weirwood trees"

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Arya's eyes fluttered open, she felt the warmth of Gendry up against her his arm draped across her body. Her hands slid down her body as she stretched as though she had been asleep for a year. Her body creaked and cracked as she fluttered her eyes open widely. Looking around she almost had forgotten recent events, remembering she was at Storms End she looked around for the children. Usually they slept by her side of the bed, but they weren't there. A stabbing ache in her heart returned and the vision of her youngest baby lifeless floated into her mind. And a rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm her, but it floated by and didn't take hold. She regained composure and slid out of bed dressing in a Baratheon gown and quietly exiting the room. Arya found the babies asleep on Alaerya's old form in a room close by their quarters, they snuggled across her chest and breathed so peacefully. The sight warmed her and made her simultaneously miss her mother all at once.

On impulse Arya slipped from the room and went where she felt pulled to go, silently flirting along the hallways she noted how she felt herself again. A town had been built all around Storms End to accommodate a newly built port and industry. Arya had been doing lessons in magic every day and dedicated part of her training to the Temple of Shaerara. She had the first Valreon Temple built in Westeros and it was there she was heading to now. Entering the temple she respectfully removed her robes, her shoes and tied up her hair in a tight bun.

She washed her feet before entering the fighting arena and gazed up at the statue of the warrior woman the temple was named for. Arya pulled in the magic feeling it slide along her skin like electricity and making her feel strong. I sheathing her blade she danced, slashing, kicking and punching in drills as she felt the magic build inside her. When it felt too intense she screamed out and burst into airborne drills, soaring in the air she fought an invisible opponent. Her blood singing as she finally felt alive again and returned to her strong self.

Returning to the ground Arya spun and kicked losing herself in the movements, so much she didn't see Alaerya watching.

Alaerya watched proudly as Arya switched between fighting airborne and back on the ground, her eyes glowing bright and a vortex of light surrounding her. After a gruelling drill Arya had built such intense energy she fell to her knees threw her head back and howled. Light exploded outward from Arya, her eyes bright and her sword in the air. The intensity of the energy sent a shockwave out and Alaerya's smiled as it hit her and rippled out of the newly built temple. Arya panted on the ground, sweat dripped down her forehead that touched the ground. She smiled to herself and took a moment to feel her body, she felt it come back to her. Her strength had regained and her grief while not completely gone was manageable.

"How long have you been there?" panted Arya without looking up.

"Quite a while"

Arya could hear the smile in Alaerya's voice and it made her heart leap, Alaerya's was the closest she had to a mother or grandmother. Looking up, Arya's face flashed with exhilaration. Resolutely she stood up and strode across the temple floor still euphoric from working magic and embraced Alaerya tightly.

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Despite Gendrys protests Arya went anyway, still buzzing from her grief lifting and working magic. With their babies strapped to her back Arya climbed on her dragon while Gendry helplessly watched. She smiled down at him, "Dont worry I'll be safe, I've seen it"

"You've seen it?" Replied Gendry confused.

Arya smirked, "Bran isn't the only one who knows things"

With that her dragon leapt into the air and swept Ary and the babies away with scrapes of rustling wings. The dragon followed Vaellas enormous form North, as the air begun to sting Arya's lungs she felt more and more alive. After a long flight the shape of Winterfell breached the horizon and Arya smiled. Home, victory, safety. All the things they thought they had lost when they evacuated were returned to them. Arya noticed the prominent domes which had been built to extend the existing turrets of Winterfell. At first i took adjusting but as she came closer she felt it made the castle look more imposing and unbreachable. Winter Town now completely encircled the castle with what looked like schools, temples and official buildings. Change had definitely come to Westeros. As the two dragons flew around Winterfell people stopped and looked, some still adjusting to so many dragons being present. Due to Vaella's size Alaerya landed outside Wintertown and began to dismount, Arya followed and landed next to Vaella. The old dragon regarded Arya as she dismounted and approached. Vaella dipped her head and Arya could see the signs of ageing on the dragon, some of her golden scales were silver and she was slower than she used to be. Both dragons launched into the air to search out the fields which were designated for feeding the dragons. Alaerya stood by Arya aged and frail, "Its almost our time"

Arya whipped her head around, "Time? For what?"

"To leave" spoke Alaerya softly, "I'm too old to keep fighting on"

"Why don't you just stay in your young form? You have the magic"

Alaerya sighed, "You're right my dear, I could," she smiled at the young babies sleeping on Arya's back strapped in safely, "but remember I had two husbands and seven children once. I want to join them, they've started visiting me in my dreams"

The women walked silently towards Winter town for a moment.

"I don't understand, dreams are just dreams aren't they?" questioned Arya.

"Not these dreams my dear, they stand on one side of the veil and I'm on the other. I want to pass through it, they know as well as I do it's time"

Arya felt waves of emotions wash over her, she had grown close to Alaerya. This was the leader of the people she had always dreamed of. A woman who is a living legend who she was lucky enough to know, spend time with and learn from.

"Don't worry Arya I won't leave you just yet. But know that time is coming"

Arya looked at her, sadness welling up in her and only managed to nod as they began to walk through the town.

Winterfell guards waited for them and bowed deeply to them both before flanking them and guiding them through the townsfolk.

As Alaerya walked through the town flowers and vines twisted along the houses and rained confetti of petals over the crowd. The townsfolk stopped what they were doing in shock as they caught a glimpse of the woman they had heard so many legends about. Children danced in the petals squealing in joy and women caught the flowers and put them in their hair, waving as the women walked by. Someone started playing music and before they knew it Arya watched in shock as the surviving Northerners broke out into an impromptu dance. She had never seen these people happy or smiling, even when her father was alive who was beloved by all. And now here they were, smiling and dancing, children playing and throwing handfuls of petals at each other. The people began bowing and asking for blessings from Alaerya, one man threw himself down in front of her begging her to heal his eyes. He had a nasty gash cutting across his face, Alaerya's merely smiled and touched him briefly walking on. Shortly after he stood in shock as his face healed and he could see properly again. This spurred on the crowd which followed the women cheering and clapping singing songs of dedication to the woman who saved them.

The noise was defeaning as they finally reached the gates of Winterfell which swung open swiftly and allowed them passage. The crowd remained outside the castle, petals still raining down over them singing clapping and dancing. Arya had never seen anyone in Westeros behave that way and no ruler had ever received that kind of reception as far as she knew. Alaerya simply smiled and said to Arya, "This is why we had to wait my dear, we wouldn't have had the same reception had we invaded and conquered you"

Arya nodded and looked back as the babies began to stir, and caught a glimpse of the street party still in full swing.

The inside of the castle was a hive of activity building was happening at an incredible pace, many Valyrian style structures had been built inside the castle walls. The inner Bailey remained though and there Sansa and Aeyrelin waited to receive them. Arya wasn't surprised she knew Sansa would carry on the tradition of greeting them in this way, just as their Father had done. Sansa and Arya hugged fiercely, and Sansa exclaimed at her niece and nephew still sleeping soundly on Arya's back. She quickly bowed to Alaerya and hugged her also. Aeyrelin stepped forward and fiercely hugged his great mother, she looked proudly at him as he indicated all the progress happening around them.

"Take me to the gardens my dears" spoke Alaerya quietly.

Sansa smiled, "Ir would be an honour to take you"

"I've been there so many times in dream walking I want to see it in real life"

Sansa and Aeyrelin lead the way, a short time later the coolness of the garden surrounded them. Alaerya walked solemnly around the garden for the first time, and stopped at the place Eddard used to clean his sword.

"There are so many Stark memories still implanted in this garden, what a history your family has. I regret not coming here earlier"

"You wanted to come here before great mother?" asked Aeyrelin in amusement.

"Oh yes, I planned to come here and see the place before but it just never transpired. I heard Ice Eyes was very handsome and I wanted to see him for myself"

Sansas face darkened slightly at the mention of Ice Eyes but smiled swiftly as she remembered how sweet her daughter with the blue icy eyes is.

Alaerya spun around and bored her eyes in to Sansa, "She is not to be feared Lady Wolf"

Sansas cheeks flushed red and she looked to the ground in embarrassment, obviously her lessons to shield her thoughts weren't going so well after all.

"Tell me how does one go birthing with dragons and wolves?" asked Alaerya with a cheeky smile across her old face. Sansa smiled slightly, "I just did what came to me in the moment I guess"

Alaerya walked towards her and patted her hand, "You did good, you'll be spoken about for many years to come Lady Sansa"

For the rest of the afternoon Sansa and Aeyrelin took Alaerya on a guided tour of Winterfell. The additions to the castle had transformed the castle into an interesting fusion between Westerosi and Valreon style. They finished outside the crypts, Alaerya looked at the door and back to Sansa.

"Have you been down there to pay respects to your father my dear?"

Sansa flushed slightly, "I'm terrified of the crypts after the last time I was down there. I don't think I could go back down there while I'm alive"

Alaerya knew in that moment revealing to Sansa who else lay in the crypts would shatter any peace and security Sansa felt at Winterfell. They walked on leaving the door to the crypts tightly closed.

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The survivors from Naath had begun returning to Westeros, the journey was long and difficult. Yet the weather was fair, thanks to the Valreon passengers whose job it was to keep the winds calm. Brienne and Bronn watched the ship approach the port at Maidenpool.

"You don't look happy to be here Ser Brienne" said Bronn as he watched Brienne look concerned to be at Maidenpool.

"Last time I was here wasn't pleasant" she replied curtly.

"Anywhere is better than that bloody island, what sort of place had a killer butterfly and no booze?"

Brienne laughs slightly but still has her back to Bronn.

"It's changed a lot since I was here last" said Brienne wistfully as memories of bodies floating in Jonquil's pool flashed across her memory.

The pair look across at the approaching port city, Brienne was right. The entire city had been repaired and reconstructed, ship building yards were built, new ports installed and the town itself had been built with some Valyrian flair. It did maintain its pink walls and castle with some alterations. On the whole the entire city had more than doubled, with more works continuing as they arrived.

"I've heard the Jonquils Pool is full of the prettiest maidens, might have to visit there myself"

Brienne turned to him an annoyed look on her face, "Men aren't allowed there you know. Everyone knows that"

"Maybe they changed the rules? Or maybe they haven't let anyone in with a dick as big as mi-"

Brienne walked away from Bronn's ramblings as they began to dock, still dealing with the memories of her visit to Maidenpool and the horrific scenes she saw there. Men in armour waited their arrival along with horses and carriages, they were herded to carriages and Brienne was given a horse as was Bronn.

"Mount your horse Lady Brienne, the ruling council awaits you at Harrenhal"

"Did you say Harrenhal?" questioned Brienne turning back to the soldier addressing her.

"Yes, Harrenhal is the Capital of Westeros"

Brienne was stunned and mounted her horse, she never thought she'd see Harrenhal again. And she definitely never considered it in good enough condition to become the capital. Leaving Maidenpool the convoy of returned Westerosi were taken down a newly built road out of Maidenpool which connected to Harrentown. The road was well built and busy, merchants passed them hastily laden with wares, returning refugees were loaded into carriages on their way to Harrenhal. Brienne rode along watching everything with interest, she was happy to be back on Westeros after so long on Naath. She had enjoyed the island of Naath, the people and their customs. She heard her fathers words in her mind, "it never hurts to know the people of the world my daughter you never know when it comes in use". Her brow furrowed in concern as she thought of her father, Tarth and what became of them when she had left Westeros for Naath. Quickly she was pulled from her thoughts by the sight that dominated in front of her, Harrenhal and Harrentown. Briennes mouth dropped open at the sight in front of her, Harrenhal was completely repaired and the additions of the domes was truly jaw dropping. Nowhere in Westeros was there a castle of this magnitude and splendour, not even the Red Keep was this magnificent. It was as if Harrenhal stood empty all those years waiting for these people to come and repair it. It truly was a castle that touched the clouds now, and looking closer she saw them swooping and screeching in the sky. The dragons. Bronn came up alongside Brienne on his horse, "Looks like dragons have returned to Westeros my Lady, it wasn't so long ago I was trying to kill one of them and now they're bloody everywhere"

Brienne was still captivated by the sights in front of her to answer, taking in the whole scene and marvelling at the huge stone dragons fixed on the castle walls.

Brienne and Bronn were escorted through Harrentown which stretched all around the castle and along the banks of the Gods Eye. Entering into the capital was surreal and the town was bustling with activity everywhere they looked. There had been no time wasted getting the country back up and running, it was incredible. Inside the castle was just as busy, soldiers in new armour were training with silver haired generals, the forges were in full operation and there were plenty of silver haired people conducting various activities. Brienne felt overwhelmed at the changes that were unfolding in front of her eyes, they quickly passed through the immense castle that looked completely transformed from her last visit there. They entered into a lavishly decorated building and got closer to the sound of voices, some of them were raised. Instinctively she grasped the hilt of her sword.

Entering the room she saw the scene in front of her, a group of Valyrians sat with some Westerosi men. She recognised Jon immediately, his face was hardened and shuttered. Yohn Royce who she recognised from her time with him on Naath was angered and yelling. While another man with his back to Brienne sat and quietly watched Lord Royce ranting.

The other man turned and looked at her approaching, when she saw his face she went pale. Tywin Lannister.

"Ah Lady Brienne you finally made it back home. We have been waiting for you" spoke Tywin sternly.

"Tywin-Lannister? Aren't you dead?" stuttered Brienne as she felt faint.

"Ah yes that," started Tywin.

"We don't have time for this!" Hissed Lord Royce.

"What's the matter?" asked Brienne.

"These foreigners think they can just take over and tell us who rules what!" stormed Lord Royce.

"You'll have the Vale my Lord" spoke Jon tiredly, "that has never been disputed"

"I will not answer to foreign leaders! It was bad enough the Lannisters-" he caught himself as he realised what he was saying and who was present.

Tywin smirked, "Please Lord Royce we are all grown men, speak freely. But choose your words"

"Your daughter-" started Lord Royce flustered.

"Was a monster who deserved what she got" finished Tywin, "are you happy now? Let's stop fussing like babes and get to business. You will be Lord Paramount of the Vale and answer to..."

"I will answer to no one!" shouted Lord Royce angrily.

"Yes you will or we will find someone who will" answered Tywin dangerously close to losing his temper. "I know you and I have never enjoyed each other's company and we never will. But you will listen to what we have to say, if you disagree you can return to Naath, you will not be staying here"

Lord Royce still looked angry but conceded with a nod, the council of silver haired Valyrians watched proceedings amused. They remained quiet and let Tywin lead proceedings.

"You will be Lord of the Vale, you will answer to The Twins who will be controlled by House Jaedra. You will marry and gods willing bless us with some offspring who will then be betrothed to House Jaedra and will in their adult life come to rule the region. Any other children will be named to control the Vale, this is our proposal. You accept and live a long and happy life or you refuse and go into exile. Your choice"

Lord Royce took a moment to mull over this in his mind, before looking defeated and nodding, his face downcast.

Tywin breathed out in exasperation that all Royce's previous theatrics were for nothing, "Good choice, send her in" spoke Tywin.

The Valyrians nodded and signalled to the guards, a youthful and stunning silver haired beauty entered the room. Immediately the room brightened and felt light, she gracefully approached Lord Royce and curtseyed slightly.

"Jyrra Jaedra, she has been chosen to be your wife Lord Royce." said Jon slightly amused at Lord Royces face. Which was completely changed from angered and insolent to enamoured, Jaerlas magic had worked on him.

"Sign the papers Lord Royce, entering into the treaty of peace, pledging to support our family and nation as we grow. Promising to not take up arms or plot against us and to uphold your position in the Vale with integrity" spoke Jarrys Jaedra, Jaerla's brother. As Royce signed the pact, Jarrys looked at him warningly, "Any slight to this pact will see you exhiled and my sister and any children take your place"

Receiving the warning clearly Lord Royce nodded seriously and shook Jarrys hand. Jarrys smiled widely, "We have many weddings to plan! Weddings are a big deal in our culture you will see why soon Lord Royce!"

Lord Royce flushed in embarrassment and was led from the room by his future wife, the men watched him leave.

"Next order," spoke one of the other Valyrian men.

"Yes, next order is Lady Brienne. She's a knight and proposed betrothed to my son Jamie Lannister"

Brienne's eyes shot up in alarm. "Excuse me?"

Tywin turned back to Brienne, "Do you deny having relations with my son?"

"No I don't deny anything but we never spoke about-"

"Marriage?" spoke a voice from behind her. Brienne whipped around to see Jamie standing behind her in ornate gold and red Lannister armour. He looked radiant and happy, standing proudly in the colours of his house.

"You don't want to marry me?" he smirked.

"I-um well, it's not exactly something we spoke about because of, Cersei" stammered Brienne awkwardly.

"Nothing is standing in the way now," started Jamie gently, "it's been officially recognised our Houses can join and our children will be betrothed and come to rule the West"

Brienne gulped awkwardly, feeling the eyes of everyone on her in the room. She felt the pressure to say yes, and her heart wanted her to say yes but she was overwhelmed. Jamie stepped forward and took her hand looking into her eyes.

"Forget they're here my Lady, is this what you want? Tell me now otherwise new arrangements need to be made. I'm being given the chance to marry my first choice"

Inside Brienne's heart was doing backflips in happiness, so long she had wanted to hear Jamie confess his love for her. She'd never thought it would come to pass, she had tried to move on for months.

"I do want this, I just never dreamed it would happen. I wasn't sure we were going to survive let alone return to Westeros" she replied quietly so only Jamie could hear her.

"Is that yes then?" he smiled at her, she wanted to melt into that smile.

"Yes Jamie, I say yes"

Jamie smiled and pulled her close kissing her, shivers went down Brienne's body as he cupped her face in his hands.

"Good it's settled then," spoke Tywin behind them, "my son marries Brienne of Tarth, and your eldest child will be betrothed to House Aelleron and come to rule the West and Casterly Rock"

Jamie pulled back from their kiss and embraced Brienne, she still felt the whole scene was surreal. Yet she was happy Jamie was finally back by her side, Jamie grasped her hand and dragged her from the room.

"Come my future wife I want to show you something"

"If you use the words golden and cock together I will punch you" laughed Brienne.

"Oh my Lady! I think you've been spending too much time with Bronn!"

Tywin watched his son leave with his future wife, not his first choice for Jamie but he was more concerned about forming good ties than anything else. And they were good together.

"Next order Tywin" spoke the council.

He turned and looked to Jon, "Next matter is House Targaryen, they need a castle and six children betrothed"

"Six?" Said Jon, "I only have four-"

Jon's face blanched and Tywin looked amused, "You might want to speak to your wife"

"The North is the biggest kingdom on Westeros, I propose joint control between House Stark, Targaryen and Valreon"

"How do you propose that?" asked Aeyrelin who was a member of the council.

"There have been numerous options for where House Targaryen will build anew," began Tywin, "none of them really fitting their status or history. Jon has made it clear he wishes to remain in the North, there are enough empty castles needing repair and inhabiting to fulfil that desire. I propose we rebuild Moat Caitlin and House Targaryen along with House Manderly rule the southern portion of the North for House Stark. We betroth the children among the Houses and betroth the younger children to southern Houses. We need to strengthen ties between the North and the South, this has always been an issue here"

"Where do you propose my children are proposed?" asked Jon tightly.

"Your eldest will rule Moat Cailin, your others will betroth to House Stark, House Manderly, House Lannister, House Hightower and House Martell"

Jon looked surprised, "You seem to have this all planned out Tywin"

"It's not only my plan, it had been agreed upon long ago. There will be plenty of these betrothals to organise, it's taken a lot of planning and thought. And as our people grow there will be more arrangements to consider"

Jon considered the proposal, "I can't really refuse then can I?" he said uncertainly looking around the room.

"You can," spoke one of the council members, "but we would prefer to work on an alternative with you. We might be ruling in these lands now but we will work with everyone to ensure things run smoothly"

"I've only just learned I'm to be a father again, can we revisit the betrothals in the future. I accept Moat Cailin as the seat of House Targaryen and I request that the betrothals be addressed at a later time. Can we focus on getting my House settled first?" requested Jon.

Tywin looked annoyed but nodded, "I support revisiting this but this will be agreed upon at our next meeting. Once Moat Cailin is rebuilt we meet again to agree on the betrothals. Does the council agree?"

"We agree" spoke the council.

Inside Jon was relieved, so much had changed and so fast he didn't want to rush into making decisions on his family's future until they had a home. A home they were living and settled in, and now building would commence on Moat Cailin. The ancient ruins an important strategic defensive point made sense to go to him. It placed House Targaryen in an important part of the North's running and protection.

Jon stood and nodded to Tywin and the council, "If you'll excuse me"

"Thank you Lord Targaryen, work begins immediately on Moat Cailin. We expect you can inhabit your new home within the turn of the moon. Then we make arrangements for the future of House Targaryen" spoke Jarrys Jaedra.

"Agreed, thank you" spoke Jon as he swept from the room. Tywin watched in annoyance, 'stubborn boy' he thought to himself in amusement feeling respect for the young Targaryen.

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Ellaria Sand breathed in the salty air as the ship sailed back towards Westeros, her strength had returned and with it her confidence. Elia stood by her side, Oberyn's remaining daughters behind them. The Sand Snakes numbers were reduced, but they survived. Against all odds they hadn't broken to their enemies.

"What is the plan?" questioned Ellaria as the ship docked at Maidenpool.

"We refuse their offers and return to the way things were" spoke Elia defiantly, "I will not subject our people to new rule"

Overhead dragons screeched and swooped, the girls flinched as they looked up unaccustomed to them.

"And what if they refuse?" smirked Ellaria, interested to hear Elias thoughts.

"We do what we do best and die fighting"

The women stood together as a group, strong and united ready to remain firm for their rule and their people. The Dornish leader and her retinue had been ordered to come to the new capital to discuss terms of peace. They had anything but peace planned and it seemed the Westerosi were prepared for their arrival. The ports were lined with guards and solemn looking men with braided silver hair stood amongst them. The Sand Snakes couldn't take their eyes off the silver haired men who were tall, strongly built and waiting their arrival. Once docked the men entered the ship and surrounded the Sand Snakes.

"This is not the way to ensure peace with us" smiled Elia dangerously as a silver haired General stepped forward.

He smiled slightly through his solemn expression, "We know who we are dealing with. Hand over your weapons"

Defensively the Sand Snakes reached for their weapons not to hand them over but to attack, the General smiled and pointed up. Peering down at the Sand Snakes was a massive dragon the biggest anyone had ever seen. It was an old dragon but it was ready to strike, it's golden eyes fixed on them all unblinking.

"Vaella will only act if she is threatened or I am threatened" spoke an old frail woman boarding the ship. The Sand Snakes glanced between themselves, they weren't expecting this.

"I can assure you Elia things bode much better for you if you don't come here convinced you'll resist us or die trying"

"I did not come here to resist you" returned Elia sweetly, "we are just cautious...to trust"

The woman laughed loudly and looked to the soldiers, "She doesn't know who she's talking to men"

The soldiers smirked and gripped their weapons tighter not backing down.

"If you didn't come here to resist us mt dear please explain to me why you need to carry a knife in your sleeve, a sword in your boot, throwing knives at your hips and poisoned darts in your hair? Because correct me if I'm wrong but that's not the way we discuss peace"

Elia looked momentarily stunned but regained her composure, "As I said before, we are cautious to trust"

"And you," the woman turned to Ellaria, "the times as Cersei's prisoner and all you experienced there taught you nothing?"

Ellaria looked uncomfortable at these memories but hardened herself regardless.

"It taught me to be more cautious with my actions"

"No it didn't," replied the woman bluntly, "you haven't changed at all. You all come here with I'll intentions and expect to get away with it. Not today I'm afraid"

"Who are you? We came here to meet the ruling council, not their grandmother" interrupted Elia.

"Oh my dear you have much fire in you, that's good. Because so do I"

Before their eyes Alaerya burst into flames, which burned hot and angry all around them. The flames swirled in a burning vortex lashing them all with heat and burning pain. Alaerya disappeared into the flames and spun all around them, the fire storm so furious they all fell to their knees. In her fire form Alaerya disarmed them all without their knowledge, their weapons melted in the heat of the flames and soared behind her. Alaerya reformed herself and the metal from their weapons swirled in her hand. She smiled at them as she re worked their weapons into one, a beautiful long sword curved and inscribed with patterns.

The women slowly stood and looked up at her, their skin red from the burns and tears streaming down their faces from the heat.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Alaerya Valreon the first leader of these people who now control Westeros. All of Westeros will be ours, we saved you all from certain death, we are rebuilding the world as you know it. You either join us peacefully or the Martell name ends here, today."

Elia snarled and went to reach for her weapon, it was gone, all of them even the darts were gone. She looked confused Alaerya laughed and waved the sword.

"Your weapons are all gone. I took them from you, melted them all down into this"

She presented the sword to the Sand Snakes, "choose amongst yourselves which one would like to challenge me. If you win and succeed in killing me Dorne is yours to rule free from our control. We will not be allies, we will not be friends you will be seperate and independent from us. But with us you can be so much more and share in the riches our alliances can bring you. I know you, you came here to fight so come, fight me"

Elia smiled, "it wouldn't be right to fight someone so...advanced in age Lady Valreon"

Alaerya's old face smiled, "How could I forget?"

Immediately her age dissipated, she grew taller and fiercer, her face determined and regal. She looked powerful and emanated strength.

The Sand Snakes stirred uncomfortably, "I'll fight" hissed Elia to her sisters and step mother, "what sort of leader am I if I don't fight"

They all nodded in acknowledgement at Elia's wishes, the newly made sword floated to her hand. She took it and resolutely stepped forward.

"I will fight today for Dornes freedom and to retain the legacy of our words, unbent unbowed unbroken"

"You'll need new words after today ladies, because you'll be bent and broken when you bow to me"

And this began the fierce duel between Alaerya and Elia, their weapons clashed and the spun and kicked one another ferociously. Blood was drawn early on both women, Elia grimaced and Alaerya grinned laughing at her. Alaerya struck Elia several times, a nasty bruise raising on her eye and blood pouring from a gash on her lip. Elia slashed Alaerya's side and arms with a devastating counter attack, but Alaerya just laughed and kept coming. Elia's ferocity tired her quickly and allowed Alaerya to land punches to her face she couldn't predict would come. Alaerya was difficult to read in her fighting style and was unpredictable. Elia reeled from the blows and crumpled to her knees, the Samd Snakes were powerless. All of them now unarmed and their leader almost beaten the shock was across all their faces. Above them the great dragon roared and breathed fire into the air as Elia stood shakily. Wiping blood from her mouth she charged Alaerya again, Alaerya merely smiled and leapt into the air somersaulting over the top of Elia slashing her as she spun. This caused Elia to fall again, blood seeping from her wounds defeat was obvious. Alaerya landed and readied herself for a fresh attack, barely breathing heavy she appeared fresh and ready to fight. Whilst Elia was bleeding heavily and sorely injured, she really was bent and broken.

Struggling to lift the sword Elia surged forward again, trying to slash and parry as Alaerya shook her head and fought on. Elias movements were slow and laboured, desperately trying to avoid giving in. She fought valiantly but hope was fading, she swung the sword towards Alaerya's throat desperately but Alaerya moved easily aside. Alaerya grabbed Elia by the sword hand, disarmed her and brought her dagger to her throat. Bruised, bleeding and exhausted Alaerya presented Elia to the Samd Snakes.

"Imagine what else I could do to you if I wanted to" smiled Alaerya dangerously

Elia sobbed slightly as she knew she was defeated, she was facing death completely trapped and all she could do was speak.

"There is poison on all our blades, you'll be dead in minutes" laughed Elia as she spat blood on the deck in front of her

"Oh Elia, after all you've seen how could you think poison would be able to stop me?"

"Elia," said Ellaria staring at the defiant woman, "we are still strong, it's time to make peace"

"I will not make peace" she replied defiantly as blood poured from her mouth, "I will fight you at every turn"

Alaerya sadly shook her head, "I gave you every chance to fight and concede without losing your position as leader of the Dornish. This is your last chance, admit defeat and sign for peace live a long and happy life"

Elia spat blood on the floor, "Never"

Alaerya shook her head, "I'm out of patience"

As the Sand Snakes pleaded for Elia's life Alaerya snapped her neck in one swift motion and she crumpled lifeless to the deck.

The remaining Sand Snakes were taken under guard to the capital Harrenhal and brought before the ruling council. Ellaria spat on the ground when she saw Tywin alive and well.

"How is it you manage to stay alive?" she hissed.

"I might ask you the same" returned Tywin, "weren't you a prisoner of my daughter recently?"

"Your daughter is dead!" laughed Ellaria thinking this would hurt Tywin.

Tywin remained expressionless, "And I'm glad, she was out of control. As for you why do you carry grudges towards me? I've done nothing to you"

"You killed family of my love, we remain enemies"

Tywin sighed and crossed the room to stand across from her, he regarded her for a moment.

"I knew what a monster Clegane was, but he was effective. I didn't know how he did his job but he did it. Without question. Every time. I never gave the direct order to him to kill Elia, he acted alone"

"If you used him to breach the castle you would've known she was there"

"True I had suspicions she was there but I didn't expect her to be. I accept the part I played in her death, I should've been specific he spare her."

Ellaria looked at Tywin suspiciously, "Why have you never said this before? Why now?" she challenged.

"Because we will never move forward if we keep making the same decisions. Am I right?"

Ellaria didn't answer she just looked troubled, Tywin stared at her a moment longer and returned to the table. The men looked up at the miserable looking Sand Snakes.

"You came here with ambitious plans" said Aeyrelin. "Your leader planned to attack us and you planned to follow. Ordinarily we would execute for these actions, Alaerya has requested we spare your lives and rebuild relations with Dorne. We could just as easily eliminate you and put a new ruler there. We planned to marry one of our people to yours and solidify peace and bring prosperity yet you wanted to die fighting us"

The Sand Snakes looked to the floor, suddenly they all had very little to say. After a moment one stepped forward, "We wish to discuss terms of peace now"

Jarrys looked amused, "And why would we listen to you now? You've shown us you're deceitful and will say anything to avoid death. Your sister refused to yield and paid with her life, why should we trust you now?"

"Fighting is in our blood, we are a fiery people. We passionately want freedom and have resisted being controlled by the outside world for our entire history. Yet it has cost us, being cut off means we don't trade freely, many of our people live in poverty and I've watched people I love die for grudges and hate. I'll change it"

"What is your name girl?" asked Tywin sternly.

"Obella Sand"

"Do you have any older siblings who could contest your rule?" said another member of the council.

"Yes, I have an older sister. I don't know if she lives. Her name is Sarella Sand"

"Where were her last known whereabouts?" quizzed Tywin.

Obella paused for a moment and Tywin tapped his fingers on the table impatiently.

"She was in Oldtown"

"Really?" responded Tywin in interest. "Why Oldtown?"

Obella paused and Tywin became angered, "You'll answer me girl"

"Sarella was disguised, as a Maester. She always wanted to learn"

Tywin glared at Obella for a long time, "She seems to tell the truth, install her as leader of the Dornish and introduce her to her betrothed. I'm sure if her sister had seen her betrothed she would've reconsidered."

Tywin beckoned Obella forward to sign the pact of peace and treaties relevant to her rule. Tywin explained everything including the betrothal of her children to Houses which historically were enemies of hers. Ellaria exclaimed behind her in disagreement but Obella signed them and shook Tywin's hand.

"You're smart for a young Sand Snake, don't disappoint me"

"I watched my father die and my sisters as well for war and grudges. I want my family to live on, don't disappoint me by crossing us in the future" replied Obella firmly to Tywin as they shook hands. Peace with Dorne had been restored.