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Here is a beefy chapter to make up for the previous one! It's all about King's Landing so enjoy some chunky Arryn Lannister Stark scenes.

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Chapter 102: Blood, Love and Steel

Two weeks after the armies return to King's Landing…

Tower of the Hand, Red Keep, King's Landing, Seat of power of House Baratheon (Tyrell, Lannister, Arryn), Crownlands, Capital of the Seven Kingdoms

Kenna stared at the stairs as if they were an old enemy. Each time she had gone up them something in her life always irrevocably changed and this time would be no different.

"Ready," she asked to her twins who each clung to one of her hands.

Yohn nodded vigorously as he eyed the challenged before him while Jorge let his attention wander lazily over the steps as if he had no intention of climbing them.

Kenna let go of their hands. Immediately Yohn rushed to the stairs as quick as his little legs could carry him. An endearing smile graced Kenna's face as she watched Yohn crawl more than walk up the stairs. She took a few steps herself before she turned back to see Jorge hadn't moved a muscle.

"Come on."

The small blond boy just shook his head.

Always playing a game, aren't you little one? Kenna questioned silently as she continued up the stairs, threatening to leave him behind. But as she approached the corner of the spiral staircase Jorge still hadn't moved. She could hear Yohn's efforts above her getting fainter and she knew her youngest had her beat.

Kenna tilted her head back and sighed, I'm going to regret this. She walked back down to the floor level and knelt before Jorge's knowing smile and gleaming green eyes.

"You may have won the battle today my son but you will not win the war," she said playfully, picking Jorge up and nestling his head into the crock of her neck.

Jorge's small arms circled her neck and he gave out a giggle knowing he had won their silent contest. Kenna instantly forgave him for his antics as she hurried up the stairs. How could a mother not?

Kenna and Jorge reached the door to the Hand's study to see Yohn was standing in-between two Lannister guards hitting the wooden door as hard as he could with his small fists. The guards looked down confused as to how to handle the situation as the little child continued to bang at their Liege Lord's door.

Kenna made their decision easier, "Announce us."

One guard nodded then opened the door but before he could do anything Yohn charged past his legs.

"I think announcing us is now redundant," Kenna said, walking past the Lannister men and into the first chamber.

She kept a tight hold on Jorge while she passed by the sometimes Small Council table to enter into the Hand's study where she knew Tywin would be, probably at his desk reading this letter and that letter. He was ever so predictable to those who knew him.

To her slight shock and extreme amusement, Tywin was not at his desk but a few paces in front of it with Yohn's dangling in one hand while his sheathed sword was in the other.

"What is going on here?" Kenna asked, not attempting to hide the bemusement in her tone.

"He barged in and tried to drag my sword away," Tywin thundered as Yohn continued to struggle in his grasp and tears threatened to flow from his light blue eyes.

"Put him down and his name is Yohn, he likes swords."

"I know which is which," Tywin growled, slowly lowering Yohn to the ground.

As soon as his feet hit the stone floor Yohn sprinted to hide behind his mother's legs. Kenna rested a hand on her eldest's head and ruffled his light brown hair.

"He isn't as scary as he seems, I promise."

Yohn gripped the hem of her tunic shirt and buried his head into the material to demonstrate his disagreement.

"Why are you here?" Tywin asked, positioning his sword back beside his desk and reseating himself in his chair.

Kenna marched forward and placed the squirming Jorge over a half-written letter on the desk, "I hear the scouts have returned with news of the Dragon Queen and my sons were getting restless, thought they'd like to see a new part of the Red Keep."

Tywin snorted, knowing that either reason wasn't the one that had brought her to his study.

"Daenerys Targaryen has as predicted taken Highgarden," he responded, adamantly ignoring Jorge's inquisitive gaze.

"She hasn't left yet?" Kenna inquired.

"Not as far as the scouts could report. She is still at least a weeks ride from King's Landing."

Kenna nodded, beginning to walk back and forth along the length of the desk. Yohn copied his mother's movements, still trying to hide from Tywin's vison.

"Lord Loras will leave shortly with the Tyrell calvary and camp in the surrounding woods," Tywin said, not letting his children's presence distract him, "Lord Tarly has agreed to command the force that will hide amongst the peasants. Our combined men along with a thousand Reachmen are already in position, manning the walls and the balistas around the city."

"Good," Kenna said, looking everywhere but in his direction.

Tywin took a moment to observe Kenna and her quickening pace at the edge of his desk. He knew her well enough by now to deduce she wasn't here to discuss battle plans that had already been agreed on or simply to show her children their father. No, whatever she was here to do had her nervous and despite himself that in turn made his hairs stand on edge.

Before he could act on his suspicions, he saw Jorge out the corner of his eye dip his fingers into an ink pot.

"Stop," Tywin bit out, in an annoyed tone.

Jorge looked at the stern man commanding him for a beat with his fingers still in the pot before smiling coyly, "No."

"They can speak?" Tywin said taken aback, looking to Kenna who now stood still observing the father and son interaction.

"Of course, Yohn and Jorge are three years old and can understand bits of what we speak about."

Jorge dragged his fingers free of the inkpot and looked at the sticky black liquid running down his fingers before clearly debating whether to taste it.

"I said stop," Tywin repeated in a louder voice.

Jorge flicked his eyes between his blackened fingers and the irritated man in front of him.

"Listen to him," Kenna warned.

Jorge didn't heed either of his parents and stuck his hand in his mouth. After a second, he was spiting ink and saliva onto the desk.

Kenna chuckled, "He gets his stubbornness from his father."

A loud clang alerted them to Yohn's attempt to steal Tywin's sword. The boy was dragging the large sword away from the desk, towards the door. Considering the sword was just as heavy as he was and much taller, he wasn't getting very far but still he persisted.

Tywin watched his son struggle with the weight, "And he gets his foolhardy determination from you."

"I can't disagree," Kenna replied, ignoring Yohn's protests as she scooped him up and sat in the chair opposite the desk.

Tywin watched Jorge push himself to his feet on top of his papers but spoke to Kenna, "Now why are you really here?"

Kenna bounced Yohn on her lap a few times as Tywin kept his attention on Jorge's wobbly progress on the desk. A part of her heart melted as it looked like Jorge was going to fall and Tywin stabilized him with a hand on his tummy.

"I've decided to send them away."

Tywin's eyes snapped to hers, "When?"

"Tonight."

"We should discuss this."

"We are."

"Why do you want to send them away?"

"I don't want them in the city just in case the worst comes to pass and Daenerys sits on the Iron Throne or burns the city to the ground."

Tywin pursed his lips, acknowledging the logic in her words, "You have someone you entrust our children's care to?"

"Someone I would trust with my own life."

"Tell me who."

"No, it is safer for them if less people know anything about their journey. You could be captured and tortured-"

"I could have all my fingers and toes cut off and I still wouldn't reveal anything that could harm my family" Tywin roared, slamming his hand on the table.

From the resulting jolt Jorge lost balance and fell backwards. The little lion cub didn't cry, only glared at his toppler with quiet fury as he wriggled around to sit back up. But his father was paying him no attention in favour of staring down his mother.

Kenna's features didn't waver and Tywin tried a different way to elicit the information he wanted, "I'm their father. I understand I can't know where they will go but I deserve to know who is taking care of them."

Kenna's unwavering features softened, and her resistance cracked as Jorge's ink-stained fingers curled around Tywin's hand and the little lion cub murmured uncertainly, "Father?"

Green eyes locked with green eyes.

"No," Tywin stated bluntly, wanting to cut off any question of his children's parentage even if it was from Yohn and Jorge themselves.

Kenna brushed over the moment, not allowing an opening for her emotions to get the better of her, "Qyburn will take them from the city and he has sworn that in the event of my … our deaths and Queen Daenerys's victory he will look after them."

Tywin stayed silent, he knew Qyburn was one of the most loyal servants Kenna had, if not the most loyal alongside Lord Royce. But the thought of his children being raised by someone other than a blood relation rankled at him.

"I do not know where Qyburn will take them; just that if we are victorious, he will bring them back and if we are not, he will make sure they're safe and know who their parents were and what their birthrights are."

Tywin's eyes wondered to Yohn who was now dozing in Kenna's lap to Jorge who was still fiddling with his hand.

"Does your silence mean you will not try to stop this?"

Tywin kept his gaze on Jorge's hand in his, "It is the safe move. I know Qyburn is loyal to you and with his spy network and knowledge he is suited to the task of keeping our children safe in the event we are not able to do so and our armies are decimated."

Kenna let out a breath of relief, it had been a hard enough decision to come to and one that would have been infinitely harder to carry out if Tywin had disagreed.

"I would council the same action for Steffon but there is no one I would trust to care for him outside of King's Landing that isn't needed to defend the city."

"Hopefully such measures will prove to be an unnecessary caution," Kenna said, planting a kiss on top of Yohn's head who was almost slumbering in her lap.

A flicker of warmth snaked its way through Tywin's hardened heart at the sight before him and the feel of Jorge's hand in his but he extinguished it almost immediately. There was no point in growing fond of them until after Daenerys Targaryen had been defeated. Allowing himself to get attached would just present him with another distraction.

"We will win and the Last Dragon will fall."

Kenna nodded; in theory the later part of his statement was all but guaranteed.

"They need to go to Qyburn now," she said softly as the reality of sending her children away caught up to her.

Tywin grunted and took something out of his desk drawer before surprising Kenna and lifting a content Jorge into his arms, "Let's get this over with."

Half an hour later …

Qyburn Laboratory,Red Keep, King's Landing, Seat of power of House Baratheon (Tyrell, Lannister, Arryn), Crownlands, Capital of the Seven Kingdoms

Even though Qyburn was expecting her presence, Kenna's appearance through a loosely fitted flag that covered a well-used secret tunnel with Yohn tucked into her arms, still startled him. Tywin's appearance behind her with Jorge hugging his neck down right shocked him.

"Your Grace, my Lord," Qyburn recovered quickly.

Kenna placed Yohn on the floor and indicated for Tywin to do the same with Jorge, "Ready them Qyburn. They leave with you tonight under cover of darkness."

Qyburn nodded while grabbing a hand each of the twins and leading them into another room.

Tywin gravitated towards one of the many worn out tables. Laid out on top was a large brown blanket with various supplies of herbs, knives, salted fish, pouches of water and just about anything else a man travelling with two young boys would need to survive a week-long trip.

"You really think Qyburn can keep them safe?" he asked after casting his eyes over the supplies.

"He may come across as a kindly old man with odd tendencies but he is the most resourceful person I have every met and the one I think has the best chance of going unrecognized with two small boys by his side."

Tywin clenched his jaw, there was nothing to disagree with but a lump of tension started to grow in his stomach and his hand went inside his pocket palming at the contents.

He could feel Kenna's questioning presence behind him and was grateful when Qyburn returned with Yohn and Jorge. The twins were dressed in muddied and slightly torn clothing that hid their noble status completely.

"Itchy," Yohn announced as he hopped from one foot to the other.

"You'll get used to it," Kenna said calmly.

Jorge looked his mother straight in the eye with a sour expression, "No."

Kenna smiled at his defiance and dropped to her knees, "Come here."

Both twins immediately rushed into their mother's open arms.

"You both are going on an adventure! You are going to see new places, meet new people and sleep beneath the stars but you have to promise me something."

"What?" the boys said together.

"You have to promise me you will do everything Qyburn tells you."

"Promise," both boys said, picking up on the serious tone in Kenna's words.

"Good," Kenna said kissing both on their cheeks and rising.

Yohn and Jorge started to wander towards Qyburn, who was packing up the supplies into one big bundle but Tywin called them back.

Jorge, noting his brother's reluctance to go near the imposing tall man, tugged at him till he followed.

When both boys were looking up at him with wonder Tywin knelt down on one knee and produced two wooden pendants from his pocket.

"These are for you," he said, as he started to fasten the first one around Jorge's neck.

"What is it?" Jorge asked, staring at the small circular pendant that now hung around his neck.

"On one side is a lion and on the other is a falcon," Tywin explained flipping the coin shaped necklace one way then the other.

"They are nice," Kenna said from above him as he sorted Yohn's pendant out.

"Where did you buy them?" she asked, assuming wood had been chosen to look less conspicuous.

"I didn't," Tywin replied, pushing himself off the floor, "I carved them myself."

Kenna internally chuckled, imagining the mighty Tywin Lannister whitling wood instead of running the Realm.

"Where is mothers?" Yohn asked, taking a step towards Tywin, his earlier fear forgotten.

Tywin kept his gaze on the two children who were fiddling with their gifts, "I already gave her one but she refuses to wear it."

"Mother!" Yohn exclaimed, "If we have one you should have one too!"

"Be like us," Jorge said, proudly displaying the pendant.

"Fine," Kenna said, giving in knowing this could well be the last time she saw her children and she didn't want to disappoint them.

She reached out to Tywin with an open hand.

He gave her a smug look before dragging the golden lion pendant over his head and promptly ignored the outstretched hand in favour of directly placing the golden necklace around Kenna's neck so it rested just above her bosom.

The golden lion pendant brought back many memories. She plotted it's journey in her mind. She had first stolen it from Tywin's desk in Casterly Rock after successfully taking the Rock. He had retrieved it at sword point when the Eyrie had fallen and bestowed it back to her as a wedding gift to denote her new status as Lady of Casterly Rock. Kenna had then left the golden pendant tucked in Pycelle's skull on top of the Hand's desk when she had left Stannis defenseless in King's Landing to reclaim the Eyrie and the Weirwood Throne. And now, it hung around her neck once again.

"You have no idea how long your f … grandfather has been trying to get me to wear this," Kenna said, wishing she could wipe that faint grin from Tywin's face.

But the twins didn't care they were just happy their mother had joined in.

"Now remember you are going on an adventure where no one knows who you are so you need to keep these," Kenna touched the golden pendant, "hidden and tell no one about them until you see me again."

Yohn and Jorge seemed confused but tucked the wooden pendants inside their dirty tunic tops as Kenna had done similar with her golden one.

Qyburn ushered the twins over to him and started fixing dirty cloaks around their tiny bodies.

"You should go with them," Tywin stated in a low voice.

"The coming fight is as much mine as it is yours and I'd rather die fighting for a better future for my sons than be hunted down like a dog for the rest of my life," Kenna said with conviction, "Besides, I'm too recognizable. My presence would only endanger Yohn and Jorge."

Tywin watched his sons smile and giggle at something Qyburn had said across the room, "There is only so much you can do here."

Kenna's eyes flashed at the implication, "In Lord Royce's absence I command the Knights of the Vale."

"Your nephew could do that and you needn't travel with Yohn and Jorge but go somewhere else that is safe."

Kenna squared up to Tywin, "Artys may have recovered from his injuries but he is still just a boy. I'm staying."

Tywin looked down at her aggressive stance with an unreadable expression, "Are you not willing to consider leaving because it is me that suggests it?"

"Enough people have fought and died for me. It's time to stand my ground and ensure a Targaryen never rules again," Kenna said glancing over at her children to make sure they were still engrossed in what Qyburn was telling them.

"You are a Queen. You are worth fighting and dying over."

Kenna felt her lips curling, "Am I?"

"If we do not win and you survive the battle your death will not be gentle."

"Can death ever be gentle?"

"Leave the city," he tried one last time.

Kenna raised an eyebrow at the unusually somber tone Tywin had uttered his words, "I will not consider leaving because nowhere would be safe for me if Daenerys Targaryen takes the Iron Throne. Going to Essos or staying in Westeros would be a death sentence either way. Oberyn Martell will hunt me down for his daughters' deaths. Robb Stark thinks me a traitor and your whore. The Westerlands and the Vale are in ruin and the Riverlands owes no loyalty to me. The Reach would give me up in a heartbeat even if they weren't already under her control. There is nowhere for me to go if the Dragon Queen rules."

"We will win," he said keeping his focus on her face.

Qyburn's soft tones interrupted them, "I'll leave when the sun starts to set."

Kenna nodded and gave her twins another cuddle before forcing herself to back away.

Yohn and Jorge sent her little waves and Tywin placed a guiding hand on the small of her back. Father and mother walked away from their children to go back up the secret tunnel they had come from.

As the passageway started to elevate Kenna suddenly stopped and leaned back heavily on the side of the rocky tunnel. Her cheeks shined with wetness and she closed her eyes to stop more tears from escaping.

She didn't hear any footsteps carrying on, "You don't have to wait for me. You can go."

"I know," Tywin replied, unphased by the obvious demand in her words.

A near minute went by undisturbed and Kenna felt her heartbeat slow down and her breathing even out.

She flinched when a hand brushed over her shoulder and lingered.

"I'm fine," she affirmed loudly, opening her eyes to see Tywin standing right in front of her.

But the distress she was in was obvious; hiding her emotions was beyond her in this moment.

"You made the right decision letting them go," Tywin affirmed, his thumb rubbing almost imperceivably on the material over Kenna's shoulder scar.

"Why does it feel so wrong?"

"It should never feel right when a mother is separated from her children."

"Mmm," Kenna muttered before her hand went to the lion pendant, "You can have this back now."

"No, it rightfully belongs to you as Lady of the Rock. I will not accept its return."

Kenna blew out a suffering breath through her nostrils in protest, "From what I hear there isn't a Rock left to be Lady of and I'm no longer married to a Lannister."

"Your children are the future of the Westerlands and Casterly Rock will be rebuilt," Tywin countered before leaning towards her, "and you will always be a Lannister."

Kenna let her head rest on the rocky wall, she didn't have the emotional energy to spend on sparring with him over such a symbolic battle at this moment.

"You made the right decision," Tywin asserted once more before stepping away and offering Kenna his arm.

"I know," Kenna said accepting his offer and walking side by side with him, "it just hurts."

Later that day …

Sansa's Chambers, Red Keep, King's Landing, Seat of power of House Baratheon (Tyrell, Lannister, Arryn), Crownlands, Capital of the Seven Kingdoms

Artys tapped his foot as he waited amongst a few Arryn soldiers he personally knew. He didn't like waiting; it gave time for the mind to imagine the worst. He wringed his hands together, to stop the urge to touch his face and feel the rough edges of the healed cut. He would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel vulnerable especially in the presence of someone famed for their beauty.

"She is ready for you," a handmaiden said, slipping through the door.

"Thank you," Artys said quickly catching the door before it slammed shut leaving his guards behind in the corridor.

Upon entering the chambers, he was greeted by Sansa who rose from where she had been reclining and barely reacted to the black eyepatch or the whitening scar that cut his face in two from chin to ear. Artys reigned in his nerves. They had never had a conversation despite both residing in King's Landing and traveling with Kenna north during Ramsey Bolton's short reign over Winterfell.

A beautiful highborn Lady never had any cause to talk to either a healer's assistant or a bastard knight. But now he was a King and had a reason to seek her out.

"Lady Sansa," he said taking only four long strides to reach the arrangement of chairs and cushioned benches that served as her relaxation area.

Artys could see various books scattered all over the low-down table that the chairs surrounded.

"Lady Shireen likes to read and there is little else to do," Sansa commented.

"Tyrion tells me that for every sparring session I do there is a book on a shelve somewhere for me to read."

"He is a smart man."

"He certainly likes to say fancy words and talk of complex plans."

"Please sit down, your Grace," Sansa said politely.

"You don't have to address me like that," Artys said, settling his hulking frame into the chair opposite her.

Sansa lowered herself back into her seat, "What should I call you then?"

"Call me Artys, that is my name. I've never understood why nobles need to add titles to their name and enforce courtesies when talking to each other, just makes conversations longer than they need to be."

Sansa cocked her head at Artys's blunt honesty, it reminded her of her father, "Titles are all about power and demonstrating who has it and who doesn't."

"Stupid. Titles don't give you power."

Sansa smiled; the subject of power was one she was well versed in. She'd had many teachers over the years and first-hand experience of what it was like to have none and suffer for it.

"I agree, being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't."

"There are kitchen wenches back in the Eyrie with more decency than some of the so-called ladies at court possess," Artys snorted in agreement before his mind registered the mistake in his words, "at least there were before Daenerys burnt it to ashes with all the servants still inside."

Sansa shifted uncomfortably in her chair, seeing the sadness wash over Artys's face, "How can I help you, Artys?"

The young King stiffened and let his head drop to hide his face. Sansa waited patiently for him to speak his mind, knowing he had no interest in the book cover he was staring at.

"Why did Robb betray us?"

The utter despair in his words cut right through Sansa's well-built veil of pleasantry, "Us?"

"Your brother betrayed you just as much as he did my Aunt and me. He left you here knowing full well you would be at our mercy."

"That wasn't his intention."

"How do you know?"

"He is my brother. He loves me."

"He isn't acting like it. I once thought he could be my brother-in-arms. A person I could call friend but look at what he did to my face!" Artys finished with a shout, pointing to the wound Robb had inflicted on him.

Sansa gripped the sides of her chair and sent a glance to the door.

Artys saw the movement and was instantly hit with regret for his outburst, "I'm sorry. I'm … upset but that is no excuse for scaring you. You didn't do this to me. I'm not here to hurt you. I just want answers."

Sansa remained silent, tracking every movement in front of her.

"Robb nearly killed me and for all I know Lord Royce is dead at his hands too. I'm angry and confused," Artys stated.

But to Sansa he looked more sad than anything else.

"I don't have any answers. I wasn't aware of Robb's plan or House Stark's alliance with House Targaryen until Jojen told me during the Long Night. I can only imagine Robb saw a brighter future for the North under Daenerys Targaryen than he saw with it on its own against a Lannister backed King."

Artys raised a hand to his mouth as tears started to wet his cheeks, "I idolized your brother. I thought we'd take on our enemies together and now he is my enemy."

The scene pulled at her heart and without thinking she crossed the space and knelt beside Artys who refused to look at her, "I'm sorry you got hurt, I truly am but there are always casualties and trickery in war."

Sansa slowly placed her hand on his wet cheek and let her fingers glide along the edge of his scar until the tips rested just under his eyepatch.

Artys was too shocked to do anything but stare into her Tully blue eyes.

"You shouldn't let your enemies get this close to you; I could have a knife."

"Do you?"

"No," Sansa said retracting her hand but remained at Artys's side.

"Why are you telling me this."

"Because you remind me of someone who didn't understand that people will use deceit and lies to get what they want and he died for it. I don't want you to share the same fate. There are too few good men left in this world."

"Thank you," Artys said unsure if he had received a compliment or not before rising from his chair, "Please excuse me, I have a sparring match with Tommen later than I need to prepare for."

"Does it hurt?" Sansa asked as he got halfway to the door.

"It doesn't hurt now and one eye is nearly as good as two," Artys responded turning back to her before his mind wandered over her earlier words, "Could you do it? Murder someone in cold blood?"

"I've done it before."

Artys's face scrunched up in doubt that the woman in front of him could be a killer, "When?"

"Ser Illyn Payne was about to cleave your aunt in two during Stannis's siege of King's Landing. I stabbed him in the neck."

"You killed to defend a friend. That is different," Artys finally said edging backwards towards the door, "Your actions just prove you care for my aunt and I know she cares for you."

"War changes people and their perspectives," Sansa replied nonchalantly.

Artys didn't know if she was talking about Robb, Kenna or herself. All he knew was he wouldn't let Robb's betrayal and this war change him. He was Artys Greystone and he fought for honour and justice.

I won't change, Artys thought defiantly, as he pushed on the door.

Author's Notes:

A lot to unpack in this chapter but hope you enjoyed all the heart pulling and little moments here and there.

Writing Yohn & Jorge interactions were so much fun (hope you are understanding the differences in the twins even if they are only 3 years old). Not sure giving them identifying jewelry is the smartest idea but I think Tywin would gift them something personal. The Sansa & Artys interaction was the highlight for me and Artys reminding her of her father is just cute. I love the not so subtle way Tywin is trying to protect Kenna by insisting she leaves King's Landing, but alas nowhere will be safe for the loser.

The golden lion pendant is like a bad penny lol.

Reviews:

Antares Graceford – I think Jon at this point in 'DotF' does represent Ned's values more fully than Robb. You will see Oberyn's reaction next chapter I believe and I'm not giving any spoilers on Starks and dragons xD

Guest (commented 28/03/2021) – Yeah to be honest it would be hard not to reply on them in her position. Luck is a key element in any leader's arsenal. In this story the verdict is still out on Dany being a good ruler or not.

Kawaibabies – I wouldn't worry too much … Oh if Jon had failed, I think Dany would have turned on Robb immediately, and even now from her point of view it is hard to trust Robb knowing he has Jon in his back pocket even if Jon renounces his claim on the Iron Throne, especially because she hasn't told her husband that she is barren …

Guest (commented 28/03/2021) – I think he is a likable fun loving guy on his day but in this story 90% of his family are dead now at the hands of Kenna, Tywin & Lord Royce so it's dark in his head right now. Daenerys was just a young girl during that time period it would have been hard for her to understand what was going on let alone help Viserys.

Supremus85 – I think she is more worried about how Robb would use Jon, rather than Jon per say. Dany is definitely bothered about another dragonrider it is only natural since she considers all her dragons her children and to have another person capable of riding them must make her feel like she has lost a bit of power as well.

Guest (commented 28/03/2021) – Awesome, can't wait to play CKIII GOT mod then.

Guest (commented 28/03/2021) – What do you mean?I'm the author so I'm involved in the story in that way. It is a really long list now so maybe just tell me which scenarios you'd like the most to read about and if they aren't already down in my list I'll add them. There isn't a word limit to the scenarios just that they will all be contained in one chapter, possibly one scene e.g I'm not proposing to write multiple AUs of my AU just some snap-shots into what different decisions might have yielded.

NightlyRowenTree – As ever, your welcome :)

Guest (commented 29/03/2021) – Lol definitely not!

Tohka123 – Yup, next chapter will be wild! He needs heirs so not well and so does Dany really but she is keeping her inability to conceive hush hush as it would be a major reason for wanting another monarch on the Iron Throne *cough Jon cough*. Did she though?

Next Up: A storm approaches King's Landing, Tommen opens up to Tyrion in an unexpected way, and past actions receive their deadly consequences.

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