A/n- Hello everyone, I am back. Sorry, I took so long. Life has been a cunt to me as of recently. A word from the wise, DO NOT work in a call centre, lol. Mental health has taken a massive spiral due to real life. I just did not have the motivation to write. I manage to plop a bit here and there but nothing significant. Oh, btw I actually have the ending to this written. Just randomly got it out one random night. No idea how many chapters this will be, I don't think it'll be any more than 20, but we will see. It is only a crack anyways.

Chapter summary- Secrets are revealed, marriage alliances are made, and someone gains a hand (not Jaime). In our interlude, we see everyone's favorite Uncle send some words of advice from beyond the grave. (It isn't who you think, it's much, much worse)

Little note. The meeting they will have with lords is still a few moons away, as I describe it here. In the last chapter, I made it out that it was soon, will have to change that. Simply put, they need time to gather. I don't want anyone missing out.

The Lord of Winterfell

He waited in the Godswood for his family to arrive. If he was correct, then in that other reality, it was about now that Jon told his sisters who he really was. That was where everything really started to go wrong. At least Sansa won't get the chance to break her vow this time around since we plan on telling everyone anyways. He thought to himself.

This time around, it would be much different. It was up to Cregan to convince his two granddaughters to marry for the sake of their cousin's conquest of Westeros. In any other House, they would not have a choice and would not get the chance to disobey their head of house's commands, but Jon or Aemon, as he was known now, would not be the one to force his sisters to marry.

At least Rickon was already aware that he would be marrying a woman once he turns sixteen name days. Cregan brought him back for practicality, too, after all. Bran, or whoever is really in charge of his body, really was broken in the family-making section.

The serenity of the Godswood was something all dead Starks missed. The amount of history was unmatched except by that of the crypts. Cregan counted himself lucky to be able to clean Ice with a whetstone once more. Well, it really wasn't Ice anymore since that bastard Tywin destroyed it and broke it down into two swords. Perhaps a new name was required? Cregan had more troublesome things to worry about, though.

If having to convince his granddaughters to marry was not bad enough, he also had to reveal himself to the entire North and their Lords or what remained of them and convince them that he was a former Stark of Winterfell. The Northerners were stubborn cunts. Despite fighting the dead only a few nights previously, they would need convincing solid that he was real.

There were other issues to attend to after that. Letters had to be sent to the other Kingdoms' lords as well, calling for them to swear oaths of loyalty to the most despised family in existence.

I'll get them to get their lord hand to do that. I will focus on the war plans instead. He thought to himself

The only issue was that with Tyrion's removal, the Targaryens did not have a Lord Hand, at least for now.

"Hurry the fuck up, I am not getting any younger here," Cregan shouted as his monarchs approached him. He was not one to mince his words. They just had to deal with it.

"We apologize, Lord Stark. We are late because of me. I was researching Stark family history, and Dany here came to remind me of this meeting. I would be still there if she did not." Jon said that last bit with a smile.

"Well, I am glad you are finally picking up a book, but the King and Queen need to be correct and present at all times." He did not mean for that to sound gruff, but it could not be avoided.

Jon did not respond to that, so Cregan continued.

"Have you seen your cousins?" He asked.

"Cousins, what do you mean cousins?"

It was Arya who asked.

She appeared in front of them, followed by Sansa and then Bran, who was being pushed along by Rickon through the snow.

She looked around the area at everyone hoping someone would answer her, but no one did. They were all silent for the moment.

It was Jon who broke the silence.

"Arya, Sansa. There is something I need to tell you about your Aunt Lyanna." Jon said.

And so he did. Cregan watched as Jon told them the whole story. About how Robert's Rebellion was based on a lie. About how Eddard Stark took the secret of Jon's parentage to his grave.

"But are you not a brother of the Night's Watch?" Arya asked.

"Arya, how could I have been named King if I was a brother of the Night's Watch? If you are asking me if I swore my vows, yes, I did. Just as your father planned. I even became Lord Commander before having a knife plunged into my heart." He responded.

"Then how are you alive?" She shot back.

Cregan spoke up at this point. "The same way I'm alive and the same way your brother Rickon is alive. Because the Gods willed it. Now, are you going to do your duty Arya Stark? How about you, Sansa?" Cregan said while looking at both.

They looked at each other in confusion.

Jon spoke up next. "What our grandfather is asking is for you two and Rickon to enter into marriage alliances to place Daenerys and me on the throne."

"WHAT. " That was all the two girls could respond with.

Their glares then turned to Cregan. Gods damn you, Ned, my daughters would never have been this hard to fight with and win over.

"It is more than that, as members of House Stark, you all have a duty to your house to produce heirs and further the family name. Even if you are female, your children are still needed if our house ends up on the tits side of extinction again. Rickon here cannot carry that burden all by himself." Cregan said, pointing at Rickon, who was pretending to be distracted by the weirwood trees' leaves.

This caused Arya to turn her attention to Rickon. "Did you know about this? I spent the entire day with you, and you did not even think to tell me about Jon or this so-called Grandfather's plans. Why not?"

Rickon stopped looking around and directed his attention towards Arya. "When you returned to Winterfell Arya, did you ever ask about what happened to me? Did you stop for a second to think why our presumed bastard brother was King and I was not? Even when Bran returned, did you ask about me?"

Arya looked at the ground, "No, no, I did not. I am sorry."

"Well, now you know why I did not say anything. Besides, it was not my secret to tell, and Bran knew too anyways."

They all stared at the wheelchair bounded boy, eagerly awaiting what he was going to say. "Yes, I knew about Jon's true parentage...I know a lot of things…I see a lot of things."

Bran's tone of voice sent a shiver down everyone's spine, even Cregan, who just glared back at this creature that now occupied the middle son of Eddard Stark.

Cregan decided to break the drawn-out silence.

"Arya, ever since you returned, all you talked about how important family was to you. The truth is that, If your brother Robb Stark had won the war, then your Lady mother would have married you to a Frey."

She shot him a look full of hate and confusion at his remark about the Frey's. Then she turned to Bran, who just nodded as if to confirm what Cregan was saying was true. Once he did, Cregan continued.

"I will not force you, Aemon will not let me force you to marry. I am asking you to do this for House Stark. Do not let our house face extinction as it did after Robert's Rebellion. I will never understand why Benjen went to the Wall when your father could have given him lands and titles and let him form his own branch. There is nothing we can do to change the past. We can only look towards the future. Help me bring House Stark back to the powerhouse it once was. For all our sakes, not just for your cousin's war."

Arya pondered for a moment. No one said anything. They all waited on what she was going to say.

"By marrying, I will be giving up my freedom. I cannot be the lady of some castle that pushes out babe after babe. That is not me."

Cregan scoffed in response. "I am not asking you to be just some other lady. Do you think my wives were ladies? My first wife, Arya Norrey, was from the mountain clans. We played in the mud together, hunted together, but she still bore me my firstborn. You can do both, Arya. If you want to go adventuring, then go for it and bring your husband with you."

She raised her brow at the mention of adventuring. Did Cregan say too much? No anyone with wits knew she had the wolf blood.

"Go adventuring as the sister of a King and the good sister of a Queen, not as some random girl. Just do this for your family, and your family will back any other decisions you make."

He was basically begging her now. I can't decide if the girl is more like Aly, Lyrara, or Arya. He thought to himself.

Questioning if they would appreciate that he was giving their granddaughter a choice or hit him for trying to force her as he had initially planned.

"If I was to do this, marry some lord…who do you plan to marry me off to?" She asked. He noticed how careful she was with her words.

She said that while looking at Jon.

"It would be someone you know very well, someone who I have been told you already have affection for, Arya, I will not force you, but if you do this, you have my word that you will not be locked up like some broodmare. I will not have what happened to Lyanna happen to you too. You have my word, not as your King but as your brother." Jon responded with sincerity.

She just nodded at him, then turned back to Cregan.

"Who is it?" three simple words but a sign that Cregan had gotten what he wanted.

"Gendry Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, if you marry him, then it will strengthen his claim tenfold and would help get the Lords on side, if you do this, you win your cousin a Kingdom, but you will not be forced."

She sighed.

"Fine, I will do it, but you have my word. I will not be some lady dressed in fancy dressing. I will only do it if he agrees to explore the world with me once this war is done."

He noticed Jon and Dany smile approvingly, and Jon went over to embrace her, followed by Rickon.

One down, one to go

He turned his attention to Sansa next, who did not look happy that her sister had agreed to marry despite the smile she painted on her lips.

"Well, Lady Sansa. Will you do your duty for your house?"

Instead of answering his question, she turned towards Daenerys and Jon.

"Jon, you will always be my brother no matter what, but why should I do this for your war? The North is not the South. What has your Queen ever done for the North or me to make me owe you both my Hand in marriage? to some lord I have never met most likely."

No one seemed to have a response. Cregan was just gathering his thoughts, trying to understand why the fuck she was being so stupid.

"Sansa, who brought two dragons and two different armies North to help us defeat the Night King?" Jon asked calmly.

"Yes, she did that, but I brought the Knights of the Vale here, and besides, it was Arya who killed the Night King, not her."

"Aye, you brought the Knights of the Vale, they fought bravely and honorably, but it does not change the fact that if it wasn't for my future wife, who is your rightful Queen, then we would all be dead. While you hid in the crypts, Daenerys was on the battlefield, watching her companions die, watching people who chose to fight for her, die right in front of her eyes."

Daenerys looked at the ground, mourning over the death of Ser Jorah if Cregan had to guess.

"Yes, but…" Sansa tried to say

"ENOUGH," Jon shot back. "I will not force you to marry, I will not let Cregan force you to marry, you have my word on that, but I will not listen to you constantly bad mouth her in front of me. Until you get that, I want nothing to do with you."

Jon said that before turning to walk away with his wife in Hand. Arya looked at Sansa menacingly before following as well, along with Rickon and Bran. Just leaving Cregan and Sansa alone in the Godswood.

She turned to Cregan, who was still in shock over what happened.

"I just want the North to be independent. After all, we suffered. We deserve to rule ourselves like we used to."

The same argument she used to wrestle herself that crown, how interesting.

"So tell me, dear granddaughter. If the North becomes independent, how would we feed ourselves? Because any trade deals would be gone, the North is a vast land, we go hungry quite easily, but food can be hard to grow during these snow seasons. How about if an enemy force invades? How do we defend ourselves when most of our fighting men's population is dead? We could ask the South for aid in both cases, but they would have no reason to oblige. They would have to look after the members of their own Kingdoms first."

"But we survived for 1000s of years on our own. It was only the dragons that made Torrhen surrender." She retorted.

"Yes, but in case you haven't noticed, the dragons are back. Your cousin is one of the first Dragonriders in over a century. "

She had no response to that.

"Let me tell you a secret, back when I marched South during the Dance of the Dragons, I had a full army at my back. Thirty thousand men, all loyal to the Starks of Winterfell, all hungry for the traitors' blood. But I was too late, so I marched back because Winter was Coming, and I had a country to feed. Do you know what I could have done when I crossed the Neck? I could have sealed it off and declared myself the King of Winter, just as Torrhen did for a time."

"So why didn't you?" she said impatiently.

"Because dear Sansa, that would have been fucking stupid. If I declared myself King, then we would not have gotten any aid to survive that winter. We could have gotten food by going east, but what would have happened when the Royal Fleet got built up again? Any ships we would send East would have been attacked. The Velaryons did not like me very much, you see."

"So, although the opportunity was there due to all the dragons dying. It made more sense to go about our own but remain on good terms with the rest of Westeros. I think the fact that the North only made up a small part of the army of the living proves my point. We need to keep relations strong. A Northerner is about to sit on the Iron Throne for the first time ever, Sansa. We can use that to our advantage. We can grow the North by trade and through marriage, so we have allies, but that cannot be done if we cut ourselves off. Do you understand me?"

She took his words in but said nothing. So Cregan continued.

"Sansa, I understand you had a tough life. If I was alive back then, I would have cut Ramsey snow's cock off for what he did to you, in my castle of all places." He spat on the ground to show how he felt about the Bolton's.

"I understand you were manipulated by Cersei and Littlefinger. I understand you were a pawn all your life. I will not let that be the case anymore. I will not force you to marry and will make sure you are protected if you do marry again, but if you think about trying to usurp Jon's throne or Rickon's lordship for that matter."

He then got right up in her face.

"Then I will do everything I can to make sure you fail."

Cregan then turned away from her and sat down to shine his sword again.

"I will tell you the same thing I told Jaime Lannister. It is up to you to be on the right side of history. Make peace with the Targaryens and be the representation the North needs. The prosperity will follow. Now go. Think about what I said. I hope for your sake you make the right choice."

She then took off without saying a word. All Cregan could do now was sigh and wait.

I hope I did not scare her too much. The North being independent pleases me as well. It is just not the time or the place, not yet, not in our lifetime.

The Hour of the Wolf

Lord Cregan Stark's Solar

Cregan sat in his solar once more, and it really was his solar. Jon had been "strongly convinced" to move out and let Cregan have it. In other words, he hadn't much of a choice.

It was very late, and Cregan was hard at work. He was writing up battle plans, trying to figure out if a small force was necessary to send down South before the rest of the army was ready.

Mayhaps I can send them towards the Riverlands to find Edmure Tully. Taking back Riverrun would make the rest of their Riverland lords come out of their shells as well.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

"Yes, come in." He said while covering up his plans. It would be better for word not to get out to Cersei. He bet she had spies everywhere.

The Targaryens walked in. They looked happy for once.

"Your Graces, what brings you here at this time? If this is about having Lord Starks bedchambers, then you may as well leave. I am an old man. I am too attached to that room to give it up to anyone else."

They both smiled at his remark. "No, no, that is not it, Lord Cregan, we have come to discuss today," Jon said.

"To thank you for what you did. Arya agreeing to marry Gendry strengthens our army decently." Daenerys added in.

"Well, what can I say, until you find a Lord Hand to replace the imp. I will do my best to help in any way I can." He said with a small smile before going back to work on his plans.

"Grandfather, that is also part of the reason why we are here. We have decided to add members to our small council as a provision for when the fighting has ceased."

Oh great, the usage of the word grandfather could only mean one thing. Cregan thought to himself.

"Well, do not keep an old man waiting. What are you suggesting?" He barked in response.

"We have decided to name Tyrion Master of Coin to keep him happy. He is good with coin, after all. We have also decided to create a new position called Master of Trade, a post that will be taken by Ser Davos."

"Ha. well, I cannot say I agree with keeping the imp near you, but I do approve of you keeping on Ser Davos. He is a good man, now. How does this affect me exactly?" He asked.

"It affects you as we have decided the position of Master of War is not best suited for you." His Queen replied.

Cregan raised his brow at this. Although he knew what was coming.

"Whatever it was that you said to my sister must have gotten through to her. She has agreed to marry Robin Arryn, Warden of the East." Jon said, filling Cregan in on Sansa's choice.

Robin, the weakling. Sansa will be Warden of the East in all but in name, well-played girl, well played. Cregan was impressed with his granddaughter's choice of husband. He just nodded at Jon in the hopes he would get to the point why he was being unnamed Master of War.

"As part of our deal with the Vale, Lord Yohn Royce, who fostered Robin Arryn, will be taking the position of Master of War, or so that is what we hope. We have not discussed this with him yet." Daenerys added.

"So, presuming we get our way. We will like to name you as Hand of the King and Queen instead of Master of War."

Cregan said nothing for a moment before getting up off his chair and making his way towards his monarchs.

"Well, I always did regret not sorting out the South more before moving back North. As soon as I left, They surrounded that boy King like vultures." As much as Cregan loved his Blackwood wife, he truly did regret not taking the Sea Snakes head off while he had a chance.

"If you want me to be your Hand, then I want one thing and one thing only in return."

"What is that, my lord?" asked Daenerys.

Cregan rose from his chair and started to pace the room, hands behind his back.

"I want what was promised to me, Your Grace, I want the Pact of Fire and Ice fulfilled once and for all. As the last two members of House Targaryen, you have the chance to do what your ancestor failed to do when he came North."

"I thought we already fulfilled that when my mother married the man who sired me," Jon said, avoiding the use of the word father to describe Rhaegar Targaryen.

Cregan rolled his eyes then pulled out a piece of paper from one of the draws in the desk.

"Read this." He said, handing it to Jon. It was a signed document between Jacaerys Velaryon and Cregan.

"It clearly states that a Princess of House Targaryen would marry the heir of House Stark and becoming the lady of Winterfell. unless I am mistaken, Jon lad, you are not a Princess, are you?"

Jon shook his head in response. Daenerys raised her brow.

"I am sure that both of you will agree that the North being strong would make your rule strong correct?" Cregan asked, more hypothetically than anything.

"Good. And I sure you have both noticed that right now, due to the long night and some recent conflicts, the North is not as strong as used to be?" Cregan asked further.

"It was always said that Eddard Stark kept the Northern Lords in line." Said Jon, as a way of showing he agreed.

"Aye, Ned Stark was a good Warden, wasn't he? But he could have been better. The man could have used his influence in court to make sure the Wall was manned. He could have given his brother lands, a castle, and titles. If he had done that, then mayhaps his line would not be in ruin, but…" Cregan sighed before continuing. "Eddard Stark made the same ill-advised decisions his ancestors made that I made as well. So now I must fix it."
"What are you talking about, Lord Stark?" asked Daenerys.

"Your Grace. I was sent here to write the wrongs of the past, and that includes my own. When I died, the North launched itself into a bloody civil war, trying to place my successor on my throne. I will not let that happen again. I want to make sure my heir rules a prosperous land. I want to make sure my grandchild does not get the chance to ruin what near on one hundred years of ruling got me."

"And what exactly do you want from us?" Jon asked.

"I want you both to take an oath, right here and right now. That you will work with me to make sure that the North is as strong as possible. Work with me to ensure it never becomes a wasteland that the Maesters claim it to be. There are resources just waiting to be extracted. Castles waiting to be rebuilt. It will be up to us to make sure that happens." He said while looking at both, directly in their eyes, one by one.

"And, Lord Cregan, how do you plan to make sure we keep our word, and how can we be so sure you will keep yours?" inquired Daenerys, while Jon remained silent, just nodding instead.

"We will seal the deal the way most deals are made, with the promise of marriage." He responded.

"Who's marriage?" Daenerys responded through gritted teeth.

"The marriage of your firstborn daughter to Rickon's son,once they come of age, of course."

"You would force my daughter to marry before she even exists before Rickon has even slept with a girl?" She said with fury.

"Why yes, I would, but I think you misunderstand me, Your Grace. I am not your brother. I will make sure both are well-matched. I would not be marrying your daughter to a warlord. I would be marrying her to an heir that I made sure was the best they could possibly be. I would be making sure that the Stark and Targaryen alliance, which hangs on a thread right now, lasts for centuries to come. This is how you bring stability to the realm. "

"you talk about bringing stability to the realm, yet it sounds to me, Grandfather, like all you want is your Pact fulfilled." Jon snarled.

"It is more than just the pact that was promised to me grandson, it is about making sure that blood ties will stop history repeating itself. Do you not want that? Do you want peace? Aye, when Cersei Lannister's head is on a spike, there will be peace for a time, but what is to stop one of the great houses from becoming restless again. I am doing what I can to make sure the Stark name becomes strong again. Stronger than ever before. Surely you both see that what I want to do is what is best for all of us?"

Neither replied.

"Well then, you can pin the damn thing on Jaime Lannister for all I care, but if you want true and correct council, then it is me you will get it from. Not the eunuch and not the imp and none of the Lords in the yard."

Jon and Daenerys looked at each other, then both nodded.

"Very well, my Lord, you win. We will both sign your pact. All we ask for is your honest council in return." Daenerys said with a sigh but a hint of a smile.

"Then you have made the right choice, Your Graces. For that is what I am here for."

Cregan Stark then took out Ice, or what was left of it, and kneeled and spoke.

"I pledge my sword and my life to Aemon Targaryen the First of his name and Daenerys Targaryen the first of her name, from this day until my last."

"Arise, Lord Stark." And so he did, towering over both once again.

"Arise, as we name you, Lord Cregan Stark, Hand of the King and Queen."

"You have my word as a Northerner that I will always have the North's best interests at heart." Said Jon. Dany then nodded to agree as well.

"Very well then, it would be my honor to serve my grandson and his wife as Hand of the King," Cregan said with a hint of a smile.

I will be the King's first Grandfather to serve in this office,". he continued, daring both to correct him. They all knew Otto Hightower did his grandson the honor as well. But he was not legitimate in the eyes of Cregan.

"We are glad you have you with us, Lord Stark." Said Jon.

Cregan nodded while the two others turned to leave him to go about his night.

"Aemon, Daenerys, there is one thing I would like to discuss right now before you leave. It is regarding the Night's Watch."

Jon raised his brow. "What about it, my Lord?" He asked.

"I believe we should abolish it, as there simply is no need. The Watch was on a decline for years, mayhaps it started when I was alive the first time around, but by the time we got to when you died, Jon, it was little more than a jape. The land and castles can be used in other ways, but the order itself is not needed."

"And what would you have us do to traitors and the like instead, Lord Cregan?" Daenerys asked.

"If someone was to betray us, then they forfeit their life if someone were to commit a lesser crime such as theft, then mayhaps a slightly less severe punishment could be carried out, such as jailing and the like." He answered her.

They then both looked at Jon, with a silent agreement that considering his history with the Night's Watch, he deserved final say here.

To Cregan's glee, Jon nodded.

"You have the right of it, Lord Hand. If the North is to thrive, then we will need all the land we can get. The Night's Watch is not exactly guarding anything anymore, now is it? I mean to ask Tormund and the rest of the freefolk to stay south of the Wall anyways."

Cregan knew this would be coming, yet some old wounds could never be healed.

Jon could clearly tell by his facial expressions that he was not impressed.

"Cregan, I understand your dislike for them. I read up on what the faith of Willam Stark, but trust me, if you spend time with my friend Tormund you will see things differently."

"I somehow doubt that Your Grace, however, I cannot deny that they can be of some use to us for the wars to come. After that, as long as they keep the peace and work hard, I will not cause issue." Cregan responded.

There was a silence for a moment. Cregan hated silence, so he decided to break it.

"Now, if you two would mind leaving my quarters, I would much appreciate it. I have a small council to organize. I do not plan to end up like the last Stark to serve in this office.

Fucking Littlefinger. He muttered.

Neither Targaryen left, though. They were looking at what he had tried to hide when they first walked in.

"What is it you are planning?" Daenerys asked while tilting her head slightly.

"There is a lord in the Neck named Howland Reed. He never answered the call to arms, but his time sitting idly by is over. I am going to command he meet us here and reveal what he knows about Jon's birth. It will be of some use once we have the meeting with all the lords in a moon's time." He responded.

Neither spoke, so he seized the opportunity to continue.

"I have taken it upon myself to summon all of the Lords of the North. It seems those in the mountains were forgotten up until now, but no more, I say. I will also prepare a letter for Robin Arryn as well. Within a few moons, once they have all arrived, we will reveal who we are, then after a few marriages in the Godswood, we will move South to reforge the rest of the realm."

Daenerys seemed amused by his words.

"Is something the matter, Your Grace?" He asked.

"Oh no, it's nothing, my Lord. I was just humored by the fact that we only named you our Hand a few moments ago, yet you have already done more than Lord Tyrion did in half a year or so he held the office." She explained.

Cregan showed a hint of a smile but did not respond. He did not want to press the issue of the dwarf, not yet. He could be of some use yet.

Jon just nodded approvingly of his betrothed's remark. Then they turned to leave. Cregan stopped them one final time.

"I expect to meet you both in the yard for a spar on the next morn."

"Both?" Jon asked.

"Yes, Your Grace, both. Actually, make sure you bring along Sansa and Rickon as well,no grandchild of mine is going to hide in the crypts or get killed by a very avoidable arrow if I have anything to say about it."

"And just so we are all clear here, you want to train me as well? Daenerys asked in surprise.

"Yes, I do. I will not claim that I will be able to make you the next Visenya Targaryen, but I will do my best."

She gave him a warm smile in return. "Very well, Lord Hand, I do not have much of choice, do I?"

"No, no, you do not," He said back in a jape.

"And you." He said, turning to Jon. "You named yourself after the greatest Targaryen knight to ever walk. Mayhaps it is time to prove your choice in namesake. Don't you agree?"

Perhaps you might even best me when he did not.

Interlude-A Letter from Maegor the Cruel(crossed out) Best Uncle

Aegon Targaryen,

Despite the fact that you are from the seed of that weakling Aenys, you will be pleased to find that I, the greatest King in the History of Westeros, have some words of advice for you.

It involves your wife or, should I say, wives. If you follow what I am about to say, I can guarantee you will have as many healthy boy heirs as you need, none of those weakling girls.

You see Aegon, grandson of weakling Aenys. I made a mistake during my reign. I took six wives at once…when I should have actually taken seven. You might be wondering surely Maegor, the greatest King of all time, could not possibly make a mistake, but that is where you are in the wrong nephew. Even someone as Godly as myself makes a mistake once in their life.

You may also be wondering where you will get seven women worthy of a Targaryen to marry you. Luckily for you, I have the answer.

First, you have to pick that aunt of yours, Daenerys. She will be the best pick for you and the most important as she is the only way you will keep the bloodline pure. She is also a dragonrider like us.

Unfortunately, that is the only Targaryen we have available for you to marry, so I researched long and hard and found six other brides for you.

Next, you have your Stark kin. There is no denying that the Starks are many weaklings, much like Aenys, but we have to deal with what we got. So take both the Ginger bitch and the small wolf girl and impregnate them both

Your fourth bride can be Jeyne Westerling. She is a girl hiding away in the West, just waiting for you to take her. Make sure you get there fast. That Robb Stark guy was also eyeing her up.

Next, you need a witch. I suggest you go to Volantis and find one of those Red Woman ladies. Kinvara was her name, I believe

Your sixth bride can be that Lannister bitch. You can get her castle and her cunt. Just don't let that Jaime Lannister guy live.

Lastly, I suggest you seek out the Iron Born. They are nothing by savages and barbarians but so are you Northerners to be used to that. There's a woman called Yara Greyjoy there. She can be your seventh wife. Your salt wife, if you dare so name it that.

Marry all these women, and I can guarantee at least one will produce an heir for you. Then marry your children to each other, and you will go a long way in keeping the bloodline pure again. Right now, it has been taken over by your mutt Stark blood, but this will definitely help.

You can thank me by naming your heir after me, the greatest King of all time. "Maegor, second of his name" has a nice ring to it.

If you are looking for a place to fuck, there's a secret room located in the caves of Dragonstone. Take them there, and no one will be able to hear you. I believe my mother's sword is hidden there as well.

Do what I say, or I will rise again and kill you. Do not think I won't. Once a Kinslayer, always a Kinslayer.

Signed,

Maegor

Jon read the letter repeatedly, trying to find out if it was some sort of jape. Why the fuck was Maegor the cruel writing to him? Maybe Dany knew.

"Daenerys, why is Maegor the Cruel praising you in this letter he sent me?"

A/N-Hope ye enjoyed. It won't be too long before some more characters from beyond the grave make a return. I may have dropped a few hints along the way. Well, Cregan has a bunch of work to do. Not sure what his title should be. I plan to rename the Kingsguard to the Royalguard, but there's no neutral way of describing the Hand of the King/Queen.

So the Night's Watch is abolished, Tyrion is being kept close, and weddings are being planned.

A conquest is building, but something tells me Cregan will have to write the laws of succession of Winterfell sooner rather than later. Him coming back would be pointless if everything broke down again once he dies, eh? The man will get his damn pact one way or another, lol.

Let me just explain the convo between Sansa and Cregan. It really is a case of, Northern independence but not now. Now is not the time, now is the time to build relations with the South, I said I wouldn't turn this in Sansa bashing, and I meant it. She needs to wise up.

So I had a part where Cregan called for Sam's head, but I scraped it. Perhaps it would be something he would do because, yes, he was 100% an NW oathbreaker, but I took it out. Now isn't the time. I figured him calling for the NW to be destroyed so traitors can't wiggle away like they did that time down in KL would be better. I still laugh at how that part of the "hour of the wolf" is written, about how those Cregan arrested just happened to become so patriotic that they would join the Watch to protect the realm. It was very sarcastic.

The interlude is meant to be humorous. Of course, Maegor the Cruel would think the reason he could not get an heir was that he didn't marry enough, like DUH, lol.

So Cregan is the third Grandfather to be Hand of the King. Best not to mention the other two, eh?

Also, sorry if Jon's name alternating is starting to get confusing. Keep in mind that Maegor would call him Aegon because that is his birth name *sigh*.