A/N: I do not own anything or anyone you recognize. All I own is Matarys, Aella, Jaehaerys, Alysanne, Visenya and Shaena.
Note: chapter two is here, my faithful readers. Surprised this happened so quickly? I'll tell you a secret: *whispers* this whole story was uploaded together with just a minute or two between each chapter! *stops whispering* I bet you love me for this! Anyways, to the chapter, amigos – we're off to read a chapter, a westerosi chapter!
Olenna I
Olenna Tyrell née Redwyne stared at the letter she got, and slowly smiled.
Her son was grossly incompetent, but Willas had potential, a lot of potential. And now he was getting one of, no, the best marriage candidate: Princess Visenya Targaryen. The Tyrells were loyalists and loyal to their king: King Jaehaerys III Targaryen.
And if his mother gave their heir a match with his older sister, then who were they to complain? Ever since she married, she wished for her family to be on top – this was their chance. The squire-ship that it gave Willas was even better; however, Olenna had no delusions: they wanted to keep him there so that he may get acquainted with his future wife and they don't change sides, after all, the heir was in their custody. Still, this was a great opportunity.
"Willas, Mace, Alerie! Come to the solar, now!"
Olenna took great pleasure in the fact that they always listened to her. In the solar, she sat in her personal chair and began, "Willas will be squiring for a prestigious knight in the city of Imperia. I have also received a betrothal contract for him which I intend to agree with."
"You can't just agree without asking us!" Alerie protested.
The 'Queen of Thorns' smiled, "Ah, but you see, there is no way you would disagree."
Mace raised an eyebrow, "How are you so sure?"
"I'm your mother, boy," she scoffed, "I know you'll like this, and besides, I am not going to let you refuse. The prestigious knight is Ser Willem Darry." Alerie's eyes widened, but Mace, idiotic as he was, did not get the meaning behind her words, "And the betrothal is between Princess Visenya Targaryen and Willas."
"Aren't the Targaryens dead? I thought Baratheon would make sure of that."
Olenna sighed at the incompetence of men in general, "He would, yes, but Dowager Queen Shaena ran away quickly and sought protection within Imperia – it would be stupid to send assassins there. Besides, we're still loyalists."
"Didn't we bend the knee to King Robert?"
She groaned.
This was going to be a long day of explanations.
Doran I
Arianne was quite taken with her betrothed.
Doran did not know how it happened in the span of two days, but he would never claim to understand women. It seemed the pair of Maron Martell and the original Daenerys Targaryen was happening the other way round. They were exchanging letters every week and he was quite sure it wouldn't be a completely loveless marriage…he sorely hoped the tension between himself and Mellario wouldn't replay.
Elia and Shaena are good friends and Martells are loyal to their kin – and the Targaryens were kin, be it through Myriah Martell and Daeron II, Maron Martell and Daenerys Targaryen (the original), or Maekar Targaryen and Dyanna Dayne.
"Arianne," he greeted his daughter and heiress as he came out of his thoughts, and then asked, "What do you think of Viserys?"
"Oh, Father, he's such a nice friend! We exchange letters every week, and Queen Mother Shaena was really nice to me! Father, did you know that Visy and Princess Daenerys' portraits look very similar?"
Doran had to keep himself from smiling at her enthusiasm, "Of course they are – Princess Daenerys is from their house, and most Targaryens share the same look."
"Oh…" then she went on to chatter about 'Visy'. After a while, he felt that he'd learned enough about his future goodson, he told Arianne to go sleep after giving a good-night kiss on the cheek.
He was sitting in his solar again when Oberyn entered, and asked with his arrogant smirk, "How much did Arianne speak to you about 'Visy'?"
"Enough to know the boy will hopefully be good for her."
He feigned a look of surprise, "You mean she hasn't chattered your ears off? She was doing it to me, but then I sent her to you instead."
Doran groaned, "She was about to, before I sent her to bed – I can only take so much about boys from her mouth."
Oberyn laughed at his expense.
Catelyn I (two year time skip)
Catelyn Stark née Tully stared at the bane of her existence with as much strength and hate as she could muster.
Alyanna Snow was beautiful; no one could deny that, with her dark hair, grey eyes and pale skin clashing with her dark features. That was what she hated most: she looked more a Stark than her son, Robb, who had Tully eyes and hair.
Robb, her sweet, handsome son, followed Alyanna like a duckling. Even the girl's bastard status was not enough to give him a change of heart.
And Ned, her lord husband, allowed his heir and his bastard daughter to be together. What blasphemy! Bastards did not go around and play with heirs as equals!
"Catelyn." Ned broke her out of her reverie with a solemn tone.
"Milord…?" the Lady of Winterfell knew that Eddard Stark favored Alyanna as much as he favored little Robb, so him catching her glaring at the girl with hatred might not be taken warmly; she had to tread carefully.
"Alyanna and I will be leaving for Imperia for a while, but I need to tell you something before." Tell her something? Her Robb, the heir, wasn't allowed on a visit to the most powerful city in Essos – the capital of the greatest empire, at that! – while the bastard was?!
Still, Ned began his story, and Catelyn grew more and more terrified with each word.
She'd been ill-thinking of a Princess of the Realm for the past years.
She'd been treating a Princess of the Realm like her husband's bastard for the past years.
If this got out, she'd be on the wrong side of Lady Shaena Targaryen (because, considering the ex-princess' nature, she wouldn't condemn the child for the parent's sins – unlike her – and happily take in her stepdaughter/niece).
"Somehow, someway, Queen Mother Shaena knows of Alyanna and wants to meet her."
Oh.
Oh.
Ned is fearful of what the Dragon Princess might do.
"Ned, from what I've heard of her, she wouldn't do anything to the- to Alyanna just for being born." unlike me was left unsaid.
Robert
Being King was horrible and stressful.
Sometimes, he wondered why he bothered – he'd be much happier living in a brothel for the rest of his life, without having to see his bloody wife's – Cersei Lannister's – face.
But fate had never been kind to him, and Robert I Baratheon, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, was stuck with that godsdamned stuffy title and all the problems that came with it.
He could almost, almost, sympathize with how those bloody dragons went mad. If they had so much work, and difficult wives (which they naturally did, considering their wives were also dragons), well, it wasn't hard to understand…
Still: almost.
They were still dragons, and he was still holding that grudge, and probably would for about…forever.
Shaena II
Alyanna Snow was a cute little girl. It was a little difficult that she bored resemblance to the she-wolf, but as Shaena had mention just before, she was simply too cute to nurse a grudge against.
But the thing was that now she had a toddler princess to care for as well. Despite that, Shaena counted it as a small victory that she would be more mother to the child than her insolent girl. Rhaegar eloping with her had bruised the Dragon Princess' pride, and a Targaryen's loathed being bruised.
After playing a little with the only living dark-haired Targaryen, she walked into the dining room that Aella and Matarys had so graciously lent her to discuss their alliance.
Ned Stark was religiously and annoyingly loyal to the Usurper. Unfortunately for Baratheon, Ned Stark was even more religiously loyal to his family, and always honoured his word. So, this meeting was more than a little awkward.
Lord Stark wanted peace, but House Baratheon and House Targaryen wanted each other to be destroyed. However, the former was right in between of the conflict between the latter two.
"I- I apologize on my late sister's behalf, she was blinded by love is all."
"I would like to apologize about your brother and father as well; regrettably, I have no excuse for my lord father except that he was mad."
Ah, yes, the past family demons that involved all those problems of killing off each other between Targaryen and Stark. Honestly, she did not understand why her father ever alienated the Northern house.
"Ever since Torrhen Stark bent the knee, your House has been nothing but loyal to mine. What my father did, not only was it inhumane, it was a politically foolish move. The Rebellion and its causes provided even more bad blood between our families, and I wish to mend that. My son is your niece's half-brother. They can grow up together, all of them, and when the time comes, she will be honoured as the King's legitimate half-sister, bearing the name of her father." She offered before setting my condition, "If, and only if, you remain loyal to the Targaryen cause."
Lord Stark thought on it, before replying, "I shall accept that on one condition: that no innocents, nor my family, be caught in the crossfire."
"I can respect that." And just like that, they had come to an understanding.
Unbeknownst to Shaena Targaryen, Eddard Stark had caught a five-year-old king watching from behind the curtains.
Jaehaerys I (fourteen years later; time skip)
Nineteen-year-old Jaehaerys was soared the skies with his sister-wife, Alysanne, on their respective dragons, Caraxes and Meraxes. Meanwhile, he saw his Aunt Dany and Uncle Aelarr practicing their sword fighting skills right below him, as Uncle Viserys and his sister Visenya were debating battle plans with each other.
Uncle Willas and Aunt Arianne had left to their respective families to secretly prepare, and Alyanna, his sweet baby sister, was feeding her dragon, Sunfyre, whose name suited him: beautiful but baneful.
But dragons are extinct, you may contradict. That is wrong.
Truthfully, extinct meant that they were no longer in existence, yet dragons were plenty in existence, because one always counted the baby dragon inside the egg. And there were tons of dragon eggs hidden all around. Therefore, every Targaryen, as well as Aelarr and Queen Aella got an egg, and the first one to hatch theirs was Dany.
It had been purely on accident, when she got cut with a knife and her egg fell into the fire; now, it had long since been established that fire didn't burn them, so she stuck her hand in in order to get back the precious gift, and in doing so, unknowingly poured a few drops of her blood on it. Shockingly, there was suddenly a baby dragon in the room.
It took them days to understand the process, and ultimately, it was Viserys who understood and then quickly explained the steps to hatch a dragon egg. Needless to say, the Targaryens now had dragons.
Now, sixteen years after the Usurper gained the throne, Muña had finally given the say-so to begin the invasion of Westeros – the Targaryens were stronger than ever, with the North, the Reach, Dorne and Imperia as allies, the Usurper gaining more and more enemies by doing a horrible job at ruling, and eight sufficiently grown dragons at their beck and call.
Jae knew better than anyone that he was practically being given the Iron Throne – his stolen birthright – on a silver platter, and he had his mother to thank. It seems the Queen Mother did more work in reclaiming the kingdom than the King did.
Brace yourself, Westeros.
A/N: Yep. How was that?
Jaehaerys: you're discrediting me and my hard work.
I am not. *uses sarcasm in full force* It's not like your mother did most of the work, and is responsible for you being alive.
Jaehaerys: but, but I'm important! I'm the King!
*sighs* Yes, you are and you did work: just not as much as Mommy dearest.
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