authorsnote: reuploaded and newly edited, 27/04/2020. COULD NOT STAY AWAY FROM THISSSS. enjoy this new shiny story, ignore the fact I need to update my others.

expect lots of twists/turns and crazy stuff in this fic. one pairing is firm, others undecided and it should be a wild ride. this is 80% books, 20% show so pls don't yell at me if I mess something up. I am re-reading the books in lockdown but prioritising fic writing. anyways, please enjoy and review!

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He had smuggled her away, saved her from a fate worse than death. He had protected, risked his life for her (or so he claimed), he had ensured safety and kept her hidden away from the dangers of the world, like a little bird locked in a gilded cage. He had kept her safe, done everything he could to please her, and yet she knew it wasn't out of the kindness of his own heart, it wasn't because of his connection with her family or his love for her Mother. No, it was due to other motives, dangerous motives, motives pushed by ambition, hated and revenge. He was dangerous, very dangerous and she had to remember that. She reminded herself of that every day, every day since she had fled Kings Landing and come to the Eyrie.

The days turned into weeks, into months, and soon a whole year had passed since they had arrived, since Petyr had taken his place as Regent and Leader of the Vale in all but name. A year since Sansa Stark had disappeared, and Alayne Stone had been born.

'Sansa Stark went up the mountain, but Alayne Stone came down…'

12 months did not seem like such a long time, not in the long rung of things, and yet it felt like a very long time. It felt like Sansa had been here for years, stuck here, in her golden cage, her wings clipped, trapped.

Much had happened since she had arrived, much had changed, and that made it feel longer too. Petry ran the Vale now, without question or opposition, no one dared stand against him, they were loyal to him now, and those who had tried to oppose him initially were long gone now. Robin was under Petyr's control, kept to his rooms and out of the way, or 'cared for' as Petry would claim. He was as much a prisoner as she was, locked away in another cage, given all the treats and stories he wanted but still trapped, like she was. A little bird and a sweet robin locked away, little birds in Petyr's aviary, trapped from the world. Thankfully Alayne was allowed to emerge more than Robin, at least she could walk around the courtyard and attend meals, unlike Robin, who was practically confined to his rooms, only dragged out of social functions and presentations.

He was a sickly boy, more than he had been and Alayne was pretty sure that was Petyr's doing. He encouraged her to spend time with her, and though she did feel some affection for the boy she couldn't stand being around him. He had his shaking fits, temper tantrums, screamed and yelled, tried to treat her like a new Mother. He always tried to sneak into her room to cuddle her at night, but he wet the bed and soon she locked her doors to him. Thankfully, Myranda Royce took over the role of caring for him, and Alayne was left be, though Petyr certainly voiced his displeasure at her locked room.

Alayne couldn't help but resent Robin for his weakness, though she could not judge him for his status as prisoner, as wasn't she the same? Still she pretended to love Robin, even if she was around him less. She kissed him, let him sit on her lap, gave him hugs and read him stories. It was more bearable than pretending Petyr was her Father. Having to endure his kisses on her cheeks, his hugs that lasted a little too long, and his hands that seemed to rest just too low on her back. She didn't flinch as he gazed at her, but smiled as he called her his 'sweet'. It was all playing pretend, like she used to play pretend as a child, when she had been the damsel princess, and Arya had been the dragon, Bran the strong Knight coming to rescue her.

But no … that was not her life. She was Alayne Stone, not Sansa Stark. She didn't think of Sansa Stark, but when she did she thought of her as another girl, a girl who had become lost in Westeros, lost to never return. She imagined Sansa Stark was dead, that was what many around the Vale assumed. None knew that Sansa Stark was here, with darker hair, and a low birth name, but alive, breathing and walking among them. Alayne didn't like to think of Sansa, it was too confusing, too painful, too hard. She was Alayne now, Sansa Stark was gone, she had to keep reminding herself of that. Sansa Stark had come up the mountain, but it was Alayne Stone who would come down…

And yet it was difficult, so difficult. When the first Winter snows came to the Eyrie, it was so difficult not to think of Winterfell, to think of the snowball fights, the snow angels and the cocoa they would drink shivering in the main hall. It was hard not to think of Arya shoving snow down her dress, of Robb throwing her into a snow drift as she squealed, hard not to think of Jon chasing Bran and Rickon through the snow, the young boys screaming as he caught them. It was hard not to think of home, and only grew harder as the months passed.

When news came that the bastard Jon Snow had taken the North from the Bolton's, it was so hard not to want to go to him, to claim him as her brother, and seek his protection. It was so hard to forget Sansa Stark, and yet she had too, she had to forget that girl, thinking of her would only cause her pain. There had been a time when the plan had been to reveal Sansa in the future, to take back the North in her name, to marry Harrold Hardyng, and assure the Vale's support….but a different future was ahead of them now, that future was gone, and now Alayne's future and Sansa's were both so uncertain.

Petyr liked to keep her unaware of what was happening outside the Vale, and yet he couldn't stop her hearing gossip that spread through the walls like spiders. Apparently, the Dragon Queen had come to Westeros, but not alone, not as many had predicted. No, she had come with her nephew Aegon, apparently saved and smuggled away from Kings Landing as a babe; he certainly looked the part according to most, with purple eyes, silver hair, carrying the recovered Targaryen sword Blackfyre and riding on the back of the dragon Viserion. Apparently, he cut a fierce picture and just once, just once Alayne (or perhaps Sansa), had allowed herself to think of him, to imagine his face, to think of how handsome he must be, how strong. She hated herself for that, wasn't she passed fantasising about princes? Passed fantasising about being swept up by a handsome man who would love her? She was better than that now, better than thinking like that … and so she only indulged in those thoughts once.

And so, she thought of the other news. Alongside Daenerys and Aegon had come Tyrion serving as Hand, Varys as a spymaster, a large army, and two more dragons, one that Daenerys rode in Drogon and Rhaegar who had yet to claim a rider. She had come to the shores of Dragonstone, taking her families seat back with frightening ease before marching on Kings Landing. It had been a short and bloody victory, with Cersei in the dungeons, Tommen sent to the Citadel and the Kingslayer exiled abroad, Mycrella had been recovered from Dorne and sent to the Silent Sisters. The Throne was theres, in a victory as swift as Aegon the Conquerer's.

They had soon repaired and subdued the other Kingdoms as well. For the Storm Lands, Gendry, a bastard of Robert's was legitimised and swore fealty. The Reach bent the knee when Daenerys somehow produced a shaking Margaery Tyrell from the dungeons of the Red Keep (none knew how she survived the explosion at the Sept, but the Reach were thankful). Dorne had always loved her, and the Iron Islands soon bent with Yara Greyjoy as their new Lady, Theon at her side. The Riverlands were removed from Frey hands and returned to the Tully's, after the liberation of Riverrun and the burning of the Twin's revealed Edmure as very much alive in Frey custody. The Westerlands bowed with no conquest to their rightful Lord in Tyrion, 5 kingdoms conquered in less than a year and with apparent ease.

Only the North and the Eyrie had been left alone, the North had been next on their list, but things had turned out differently there too. Jon Snow had been crowned as King in the North by his men, before the Targaryen's had shown up in Winterfell demanding his fealty. A short meeting had followed, with Howland Reed attending, and soon fealty had turned to independence for the North and an alliance between the two kingdoms, the reason why had been revealed at Jon's official coronation. Alayne had near fainted when she heard why Jon was now the uncontested King. Jon apparently was not Eddard Stark's bastard, but the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, who had married before her pregnancy. Polygamy was fairly normal for Targaryen's, making Jon a legitimate Targaryen in the eyes of men. Rhaegar had soon bonded with her bro…now cousin too (Sansa's cousin she meant), proving to all he was a Targaryen as much as he was Stark. That had been enough for the Southerners to accept him, and the Northmen had been happy he kept the Stark name to sit on the Throne, and so Jon was King in the North, and the Vale was the last Kingdom left.

That had been months ago, and Alayne had been forced to ask her Father … Petyr why they had not been visited by the Targaryen's yet. Rumour had it they were dealing with a threat Beyond the Wall, but Petyr said nothing more, not until a month later a raven had arrived from the Wall. Apparently, the Others had risen and fallen to the might of the Targaryen's and their dragons. All was at peace in the North now, Brandon Stark had been found at the Nightfort and Rickon at Skagos. Both her brothers back at Winterfell safe, only Arya remained missing. Alayne had barely reacted when Petyr had told her that news, but at night she had wept, wept for hours. Alayne did not care for the boys, but Sansa? Sansa missed them desperately, missed Bran, Rickon, Jon, she missed them all and longed to be with them. She longed for nothing more than to return to Winterfell, to be reunited with her family, her home. Sansa belonged in the North, in Winterfell, but Alayne belonged in the Vale, by her Father's side. And so, she remained, Alayne remained, but Sansa, Sansa dreamed of the North.

And so, as she dreamed the rest of the Kingdom had been subdued, the Others defeated, and the Kingdoms rebuilding. Winter was raging now but the Targaryen's managed. The only puzzle piece left was the Eyrie now, and both Alayne and Sansa knew the dragons would be coming up the mountain next, like Aegon's original conquest … they would come soon.

'Mother, can I go flying with the Lady?' Ronnel Arryn had said to his Mother Sharra when Visenya took the Eyrie by simply flying her dragon to the courtyard. Sansa wished she could fly, fly away from here, and back home.

Two weeks later and dawn had barely broken over the horizon when her handmaid was shaking her awake. She raised a hand to hide her eyes from the sun and let out a small groan, she had struggled to sleep a wink over the past few weeks, always thinking, wondering, dreaming, dreaming of home and a way away from here. She was tempted to roll back over and fall back asleep, but her handmaids frantic hushed words, 'They're here' had her eyes snapping open, and her sitting up promptly in her bed.

"Your Father bids you dress and meet him Lady Stone, we have visitors from the North, he asks you to meet him to break your fast in the main dining room" Her voice was shaking now as she composed herself to give the message and Alayne dismissed her with a nod of her head. They were here.

Evidently the Targaryen's had come, they were here. Sansa … Sansa was excited, her mind racing and whirling with thought. Perhaps Jon had finally come? Come to find her and sweep her back home? Perhaps he had heard about Petyr's bastard daughter, with dark hair that shone light and was red at the roots. Perhaps he had come for her and she would be free of this place? She wished such a thing, but she knew that was not the case, was not the most logical explanation.

And Petyr had always taught her to be logical, think of all scenarios, imagine every possible outcome and determine which is most likely. Determine a persons reasoning, determine what they want and what they plan. So many lessons, lessons of cunning and politics that he had felt she needed to learn. She had never questioned why, she knew.

No, Jon was coming with Daenerys's and Aegon to get the fealty of the Vale, that was all. Jon and Bran and Rickon likely presumed she was dead, in a shallow grave somewhere after fleeing King's Landing. They were not coming for her, no. And yet … that did not mean she could not use this to her advantage.

For a year, she had believed this would be her life, to live as Alayne until Petyr saw it fit to reveal her. She had forgotten about Sansa Stark, refused to think of her because of the pain it caused her. She had gotten used to thinking of Sansa Stark as another girl, thinking of herself as Alayne, and it had gotten easier with each passing week but now? Now, she was unsure, Petyr's plans had been thrown into question, and the Targaryen's were coming. Of course, they didn't know who she was, but what if they bought Jon? What if Tyrion was with them? Did Petyr plan to reveal her? What was the plan?! She hated not knowing, the uncertainty and fear having her hands shaking as she hurriedly dressed in a sky-blue gown with the symbol of House Arryn on the back in white, left her hair curled and flowing down her back and pushed her feet into her white slippers. She had to force herself to walk slowly rather than run to the dining room, but she couldn't stop thinking. What would await her?

Of course, she hoped to see Jon, or even Tyrion; either would know it was her and would take her away, take her back home. Likely she knew if she returned to Winterfell, she'd be married off to a Northern bannerman, or perhaps she was technically still married to Tyrion, either option was better than here, anything was better than here. No, she wasn't mistreated by Petyr… not yet, but she saw the looks he gave her, how he held her a little too close when they hugged, how his lips always brushed too close to her lips when he kissed her cheeks. It was dangerous, and she knew, she knew her time was running out with him, surely, he was bound to act soon, and she wanted to be long gone before that happened; she needed to be gone. Littlefinger was dangerous, so dangerous and both Alayne and Sansa were afraid of him, so afraid she hadn't tried to escape even though she knew she needed to.

Sansa was as safe as she could be in this world now, it was safe to be revealed, she just hoped today would be the day she could become Sansa again. It was hard, so hard … how could she reveal herself if no one she knew came? How did she know she was safe with the Targaryen's? God if Jon weren't present would the Targaryen's even believe her? Would they take her away or roll their eyes and leave her here? All these thoughts raced through her head as she walked down the corridors, pulling a white fur over her shoulders as she went. She hurried to the main hall, catching a glimpse in the mirror along the way. Dark circles were present under her eyes, her skin was pale, and she looked a little too thin. She cursed herself for her appearance then, not that she cared about that now, but she knew Petyr would be unhappy with how she looked.

He showed such displeasure as she met him in the hall, a frown on his features as he raised an eyebrow at her. She ducked her head as she stepped inside and forced a smile as Robin ran forward to meet her, cuddling her close. Thankfully, they weren't alone; Myranda was with them, as were a few servants, and they all sat down to break their fast together. Alayne sat far from her Father, but as breakfast was over, and the others departed to the courtyard he held her back as she tried to follow, and his hand was tight on her wrist, not tight enough to hurt her, but tight enough for her to know she would not be able to shove him off.

"No kiss for your Father this morning my sweet Alayne?" He said, his voice hard, dangerous as he spoke, he was always dangerous, anyone would underestimate him at their own peril.

"I'm sorry Father, I'm tired and out of sorts" She said, her voice gentle as it always had been, but also fear filled… Petyr may not have the fight in him that men who'd beaten Sansa did, but he was much more dangerous in other ways. Idiots like Meryn Trent could smack her across the face, fools like Boros Blunt could rip at her dress but that was all. Men like Petyr … they were far more dangerous. And so, with a little shiver she stepped forward and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek, which seemed to subdue him as he smiled at her.

"It's alright my dear, I know you're scared, but you need not be, the Targaryen's are coming yes, and we will submit to them, but they will take no interest in a bastard girl from the Fingers, why would they? There is nothing for you to fear my sweet" His tone, and implication was clear then, he had no plans to reveal her and as he strode out of the room to the courtyard she felt a pit settle in her stomach, and she nearly vomited up her breakfast, it was a close run thing as she took a few hurried breaths and tried to remain calm.

He didn't plan to reveal her… and yet he planned to submit to the Targaryen's. That could only mean… he planned for her to be Alayne forever, what else could it mean? He planned for Sansa Stark to disappear forever, for Alayne to fully take her place. She felt sick, and tears bit at her eyes, no, no, no! She could not be Alayne forever, she could not, she would not. She was not Alayne Stone, she was not.

"I am Sansa, I am Sansa" She whimpered to herself, "I am Sansa Stark" And she was, she was! She would not remain here, a bastard girl named Alayne Stone, the illegitimate child of Petyr Baelish. What could Petyr's plans be for her if he didn't reveal her? Likely not something good, and she knew, she knew that today was the day. She would not stay here as Alayne Stone, she would leave as Sansa Stark, she would, she was determined. This time, Sansa Stark would climb the mountain and Sansa Stark would come back down.

"I am Sansa Stark" She said to herself again, shaking as she did so, "I am a Stark" She said nodding to herself, calming, her determination tightening in her veins like steel. "I am a Stark" And with that she hurried out into the courtyard. Today was the day, Sansa Stark would come back, and Alayne Stone would be no more.

"Is this even necessary?" She rolled her purple eyes at her nephew's cocky tone and shot him a look that suggested he keep his comments to himself. With that look she heard her other nephew burst out in laughter, and then the sounds of both japing back and forth. Gods they could be infuriating, brothers separated their entire life, and now determined to bond as much as humanely possible before one returned North and the other went South. Still, it was better than them not getting along she supposed, though she thought ruefully that sometimes she felt like more of a Mother to them than their Aunt younger than them both. Perhaps it was because girls matured faster than boys? Either way, she rolled her eyes at them both as they japed with one another.

Still, it also filled her with satisfaction, once she had believed herself to be alone in the world, the last of her family, the last Targaryen. Now she had two family members with her, Aegon and Jon (ugh, she still hated that name, but he had agreed to change his last name for her and had refused point blank to change the first). She was not alone, and her family was forging their dynasty once more, the Targaryen dynasty forged anew, promising to be stronger than before. They had subdued most of the continent, and only had one Kingdom left, a Kingdom they were at the base of now, looking up at the magnificent Eyrie.

They had paused outside it for the time being, their dragons resting for a moment. Once they were replenished, they planned on flying up, just as Visenya had done during Aegon's Conquest. The Eyrie may be impregnable against the armies of men, but with three dragons it was defenceless. It would be taken with ease, hence Aegon's tone deaf comment. He simply wished to send a raven, his focus on repairing the Kingdoms, not going through the formalities of taking the final one. However, Dany knew the importance of seeing their subjects bending the knee.

Their subjects … that was a recently solved dilemma the Targaryen family had faced. Jon was happy as King of the North, was on the lookout for a Queen, and the Northmen were happy with him in place, that was simple, easy, it was the South that had been the problem. Both Dany and Aegon wanted to sit on the Throne, as both had a right to it (though she had begrudgingly acknowledged that Aegon had the somewhat better claim), and both desperately wanted it. Dany felt she had fought for it, and won them Westeros with her dragon's, whilst Aegon had delicately mentioned over dinner one night that she would be unable to produce heirs, and thus the line would end with her. They had tried to reach a compromise and were currently settling on the idea that Aegon would be King (providing he married a suitable woman), Dany would be the Lady of Dragonstone, and acknowledged Queen of Mereen and the Bay of Dragons. She would be Regent if anything happened to Aegon and hold the position of Queen in all but name in terms of running the realm. There was also some discussion of Dany going abroad and liberating the final slavery cities, but that was for the future.

It hurt to give up what she had wanted for so long, and yet she had come to her peace with it. The Targaryen dynasty and name would be restored, her Father's Throne theirs once again, and she would be helping rule it all. She wouldn't quite be Queen, but her brother's son would sit atop the Iron Throne, and her brother's other son would rule the North. It was a good compromise. They just had one fight left, hopefully a short and bloodless fight.

"Because dear nephew, we cannot just send a Raven, we need to make sure they don't put up a fight" Dany retorted with a glare.

Again, the more arrogant of her nephews merely scoffed, "Put up a fight? I'm sure the boy will take one look at the dragons, and collapse on his knees, or perhaps he'll ask for a ride on one? I'm happy to indulge him if this thing will be finished by supper"

It took more diligence this time not to roll her eyes at him again, though she was sorely tempted, "The boy Robin Arryn isn't our worry dear nephew, Baelish is, isn't that correct Vary's?" She said, turning to the spymaster, whom she had come to trust a great deal, since learning he was responsible for the fact both she and Aegon were still breathing.

"Correct your grace" He said with a nod, "If Littlefinger bends the knee, he will do so insincerely, it's best you deal with such a delicate matter in person, to ensure his loyalty, or remove him if need be, you do not want to risk his scheming delaying your return to the Capitol"

She nodded then, and gave Aegon a look that screamed, 'I told you so' to which he rolled his eyes. Jon simply laughed before holding his hands up in defeat, as the nearest tent opened and Tyrion strode out, followed by Greyworm.

Ahh Tyrion, the most trusted advisor to the three Targaryen's. He had been crucial to their taking of Westeros, not only had he easily subdued the richest kingdom in the Westerlands, but he was their advisor on matters of the Country itself; the culture, it's people, it's geography. He gave them some legitimacy in having been born on the land, and when Dany had agreed to the compromise of Aegon taking the Throne, she had insisted Tyrion remain as Hand, something Aegon had immediately agreed to, and Jon had been somewhat annoyed about, likely hoping to snatch him up himself (though he had already named his Hand in Davos Seaworth, and Dany knew despite his annoyance he would never dismiss the man who had become one of his closest allies and friends). Tyrion had been crucial to them, and so as he indicated it was time to leave, they followed out to the dragon's, and as always, she smiled as she approached her children.

God's, she loved them, and part of her was sad to know they were growing up, and not all three were loyal to her anymore. Of course, they still saw her as their Mother, but she knew that other than Drogon their loyalty had now shifted. Viserion was loyal to Aegon, and Rhaegar to Jon, it showed as they approached, and all three dragons' bent their wings to their riders without hesitation. Though it was a little sad, again she felt the same satisfaction coursing through her veins; her brother had apparently lived by the idea that 'the dragon had three heads' as it showed on their house symbol, and he had been right, it did; Dany, Aegon and Jon made up those three heads, with their loyal dragons by their side. Jon may have Ghost as well, but that did not matter to her. They were the three heads of the dragon, the Targaryen family restored.

"Shall we?" Dany said, as she settled on Drogon, Tyrion, Vary's, Missandei and Grey Worm behind her, whilst Aegon and Jon rode alone (Drogon just about accepted other people riding behind his Mother, his brothers most certainly did not).

"We shall" Jon spoke with a nod, and Aegon nodded to, all three of them serious now as they took to the skies.

Sansa had managed to calm herself as she had arrived in the courtyard, a shaky plan in mind, but a plan all the same. She refused to remain here, to remain as Alayne at the mercy of Littlefinger. No, she would not do so. She had decided, she would reveal herself before the Targaryen's left. She knew it was to be a short ceremony, a simple formality, but regardless she would reveal herself before it was over. She was scared to do so, to hand herself over to the mercy of the Targaryen's, but it was better than being here. If Jon were present that would be better, though she cringed at how she had treated him in her youth, hated herself for it even. Either way, any alternative was better than being here, she had to get away from Littlefinger.

Because she understood now; if he had no plans to reveal her, that surely meant he planned to keep her for himself, perhaps to marry her in place of her Mother? The thought terrified her, and she had needed to take a few moments in the dining room to calm herself before she made her plan, before she was calm enough to think straight. It was a feeble plan yes, and would be difficult, but she was determined, determined to carry it out. She would not be Alayne Stone forever, she was Sansa Stark of Winterfell, she belonged in the North, she belonged anywhere but the Vale, hidden as the bastard daughter of Petyr Baelish. She would not allow herself to rot away in the Vale, not as Petyr Baelish's daughter or wife. She would not.

And so, she stood in the courtyard, in the line-up. Petyr stood first, followed by her, then Robin who was clutching both her hand, and Myranda Royce who stood on his other side next to her Father. All the Lords of the Vale stood in the line-up, all awaiting the arrival of the Targaryen's. Of course, all knew what was going to happen; they would bend the knee and Robin would be named Lord Paramount of the Vale, the meeting was a simple formality.

But not for Sansa. For Sansa, this meeting was a matter of life and death, the course of her future would be determined here, with the wind whistling through the air, and gentle flakes of snow trickling from the sky, she knew, this might be one of the most crucial moments of her young life. She was terrified, shaking a little now, this had to go right.

She was determined…her future would be one she would be happy with, not one she would be forced into, and so she had to act, and she would. Her eyes tightened and seemed to grow colder, like steel …

'I have turned from porcelain, to ivory, to steel'

She would be free.

As they circled the Eyrie, Aegon managed to get a good look at it, and to be truthful he was impressed. He had grown up on stories of Westeros, of his homelands, of the Iron Throne that was rightfully his, and though the Vale had not been a particular area of his interest he could appreciate it all the same. It was a magnificent structure, and he was thankful for the dragon's, they never would have been able to take it without them, it would have cost too many men. And so, as they circled overhead, almost like vultures he thought wryly, he patted Viserion gently on the side, and nudged him to go forward. It was time to land and time to see the men of the Vale bend the knee.

It felt good to be here, to be subduing the final Kingdom. After this, they would move onto Kings Landing. Jon would fly North, and he would go South, he frowned at that, he could admit he'd miss Jon when he'd left, when they'd first met he was sure he was a mummer's farce, but after some convincing and the clear records from the Citadel it had been clear, and Aegon had embraced his new brother, happy to have another family member, another Targaryen in the world. He would be sad to see him go, but he knew it was necessary, Jon belonged in the North, whilst Aegon belonged on the Iron Throne.

He was glad to be able to say that to himself. For a while it had been unclear if Dany would agree to the compromise, but he was pleased she had. It made the most sense, and though he understood her frustration at giving the Throne up, they'd reached as fair a compromise as they could. Also, he never planned on excluding her, he would always seek her counsel, and include her in every decision he made, and would never rule over her or have her submit to his will. Honestly, he considered her to be Queen in all but name, hell he would have married her if she could have produced heir's (though in reality he probably wouldn't have, the thought made him feel ill, she was family and he was not the original Aegon happy to take on sister wives), but regardless she couldn't. And so he would need to marry someone else, a prospect he was not excited by.

Already the names were pouring in from all the Kingdoms of who he should marry. Dorne wanted him to marry Arianna, to honour the original pact made to betroth Arianna to his Uncle Visery's. The Reach were offering Margaery Tyrell up, with promises of a large dowry if he agreed. Yara had offered herself up as Queen to placate the Iron Islanders desire for further power and hordes of minor noble houses had sent raven's offering up their daughters to meet him. It almost made him ill, the idea of so many old men agreeing to sell their children off like cattle to a man they'd never even met. Dany had received many offers herself, but had already refused them all with laughter, insisting if she couldn't have children then she wouldn't marry, she'd already given away her heart long ago to her deceased husband, and had no desire to marry for anything less than such a love, something she was certain she could never feel again. It was easy for her, and she had teased him that being King came with sacrifices…right it did, even Jon knew how he was feeling, though it was slightly easier for him, since he only had the North to contend with (though by the sounds of it the Northern Lords were throwing their daughters at Jon as well), whereas Aegon had women from all the other Kingdoms to contend with.

Still, marriage was something to think on at another time, now he had a Kingdom to subdue. And so, with a whistle he lowered Viserion to the ground, next to Dany who had landed Drogon and was already stepping down from him. He followed her lead as Rhaegal landed with Jon on his back, and took his place next to his Aunt, as Jon moved to her other side, and their advisors stood on either side of them. The dragons remained in place, settling down, but not taking to the skies, as much as they likely wanted to fly, they would remain to protect their riders. They were all in position, and he knew they cut an intimidating picture, ready to discuss official terms and treaties, but a gasp to his left stunted all of that. He just saw a figure hurtling towards them, crying out. He almost took a defensive position, and he saw Grey Worm do the same, but the dragon's didn't move, clearly not seeing any threat, as Jon held a quelling hand up and ran forwards himself, meeting the crying figure in a crushing hug.

Aegon was confused and turned to glance at his Aunt, to ask her, but he saw her smiling, and he decided to look at his brother himself for his Aunt evidently was not going to explain. He looked over at Jon and as he saw the figure in his arms was a woman, with red roots, poorly dyed black hair and they were clutching at one another like drowning sailors to a life raft he understood immediately. This must be Sansa Stark. As she looked up and met his gaze, he knew it was her.

Good lord she was a beauty, delicate pale features, a slender but womanly body, long thick flowing hair that promised to be even more beautiful when the black was washed out. But aside from all that, it was her eyes that captured him, a deep blue… Tully blue he realised but almost like ice, chips of deep ice that gazed at him as he gazed back. He felt like he could drown in those eyes, and only came back to himself as she looked away.

So, she was found, she was here. Sansa Stark had been missing for years now, Jon had parties out looking for her. She had gone missing from King's Landing after Joffrey's murder, and it had been widely believed she was responsible for his demise, until Lady Olenna had admitted to the whole thing. She was here, she was beautiful, and he found himself staring at her for a moment.

But then he cursed himself, how foolish he was being! Acting like a green boy in the first throws of love. There were more important things to think of, particularly the fact that Sansa Stark had been found here. He was sure Jon had sent notices to all major and minor houses notifying them his cousins were missing and there was a reward for their return, so why hadn't Littlefinger returned her? Aegon turned to ask just that, but with his focus on Sansa he had missed Jon leaping forward, said Regent of the Vale now unable to speak as Jon squeezed his hands around the man's neck. The guards of the Eyrie had leapt forward but had not attacked yet (wisely so). Dany looked to be seeing red and Drogon was advancing forward, responding to his Mother as he always did. Things had escalated quickly, too quickly, and Aegon knew he needed to gain some control. And so, he turned to look at Viserion, nodded and patted his loyal companion on the side, to which he roared in response, not to harm anyone but rather to gain some semblance of order to this situation. Thankfully, it worked as everyone stilled and quiet fell over the courtyard.

"Everyone calm down" He said in a firm voice, and he glanced at Dany who nodded, after all he was the King here, the Eyrie under his domain. "Brother" He said to Jon, for he would not order his brother around, they were both Kings, "Please release Baelish, and guards retrain him. Valemen stay back unless you wish to be roasted alive, and everyone stay calm" He paused again then before turning to look at the Northern beauty. Sansa looked terrified, trembling in place, though Tyrion had moved to stand next to her which seemed to offer her some comfort, hmmm he'd need to find out what that was about. "Lady Sansa" He smiled at her lightly then, trying to be sincere, and by the look on her safe he seemed to succeed as she nodded at him, "Could you please explain what on earth is going on here?"

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