A/N: So wow, seems like a lot of you would like to see these collection of shots. I've decided to do them, beginning with Daenerys meeting Baelish and Willas in Meereen.

I won't update that often (not that I did before) 'cause I'm kinda busy these days. College Apps, Finals etc. BTW, my readers have any advice when it comes to writing college essays? (why you picked your program and university). I'd love to hear some. DM me or drop a tip in the reviews. Sometimes I wish colleges would take the 'Your university is highly ranked and I want to make a lot of money' answer. It's make life so much easier. But whatever, here's the chapter.

(Barristan did not die and Dany has already dealt with the Slave Masters. She's now preparing to sail west.)

Barristan clutched the hilt of his sword as he watched the scene before him. Littlefinger and Willas Tyrell bowed for Daenerys, while she observed them coolly. Her less than warm welcome of the Westerosi lords was more than understandable. It was not hard to know the intentions of their visit. Tyrion had already brought news of Aegon VI. Of Rhaegar's son with Lyanna, who had been in disguise as Ned Stark's bastard. Barristan could still not believe that it all had escaped his notice. It made sense, filled in the gaps in history that Barristan and many others had found hard to fill.

It explained Dayne and Hightower's absence at the Battle of the Trident. Barristan had always wondered why they chose standing guard for a woman rather than fighting beside their prince on the battlefield. It explained so much of Rhaegar's behaviour. Barristan had watched the prince grow up before his eyes, had a hand in raising him. He never believed that the prince was capable of abducting a woman and raping her so brutally. Rhaegar's marriage had been loveless and it seemed he found what had been lacking in his relationship with Elia in Lyanna Stark. Barristan disapproved of Rhaegar's infidelity, nonetheless. Rhaella has raised him better. It explained Ned Stark's reluctance to speak of Jon Snow's mother. It simply explained so much, that according to Tyrion, not many in Westeros questioned the claim's legitimacy.

Understandably, Daenerys was not happy with the series of revelations.

"Lord Willas, Lord Baelish." Her strong voice rang from her place on the throne, "What brings you to Meereen?"

"Do the Reach and the Vale wish to the bend the knee?"

Tyrion, who stood to the Queen's right, glanced at her. All those present in the room were aware of the reason of men's visit. Lord Willas smiled politely as he limped forward, Daenerys had offered no seating, but if the standing was bothering him he did not show it. His walking stick supported much of his weight.

"Not quite, your grace." He held up a parchment, "Lord Baelish and I are here on behalf of your nephew, King Aegon."

Daenerys raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "Jon Snow?"

"Formerly known as Jon Snow, yes." Willas corrected. Baelish stood a step behind the Tyrell, watching the exchange with faint amusement. Barristan did not understand his presence here, nor in Jon Snow's court. The man had betrayed Ned Stark, all but starting the War of the Five Kings.

Daenerys' regarded Willas too with amusement, cold amusement. "What proof do you have that he is no longer.. Jon Snow? I've heard the rumors, my lord, brought by my Hand from across the Narrow Sea. What possibly could make them more than that? Last time I checked I was the last of my blood."

Willas did not wither under the queen's gaze, "There are witnesses to his birth by Lady Lyanna Stark."

"Witnesses?"

"Lord Howland Reed, my Queen." Tyrion supplied, speaking up for the first time, "Bannerman to House Stark." The only other survivor from the failed rescue of Lady Lyanna.

Daenerys inclined her head in acknowledgment to Tyrion's words, "Does that not make his testimony biased?"

"He is not the only one who testifies so." Willas argued, "Your own blood, Maester Aemon, formerly of House Targaryen, vouches for his grace. He even gifted the King with the ancestral sword, Dark Sister."

Barristan was taken aback about that. The sword had supposedly been lost for a century. For Jon Snow to be in its possession, gifted by Aemon, would only reinforce his claim. Daenerys must have realised this for Barristan saw a crack in her emotionless mask. It was minuscule, but he was able to catch it.

"If he is the supposed child of my brother and his mistress, he would be no king. He would remain a bastard, just a Sand instead." The Queen turned to Tyrion questioningly, "If I'm correct?"

Tyrion nodded slowly, "He would remain illegitimate." But, he wasn't. Barristan knew that, so did Tyrion. The boy had proof of his parents' union.

Baelish apparently had that proof in his hand. He stepped forward, brandishing a parchment. "Lady Lyanna was not the Dragon Prince's mistress, your grace. They were married in secret." Stepping past Willas, he began to climb the stairs to the throne only to be stopped by the unsullied stationed there. Baelish held up his hands, and his gaze fell on Barristan.

"You are an honorable man, Ser Barristan." Baelish held out the parchment, "And was once close to the Prince. This is his marriage certificate."

Barristan let go of his hilt, and glanced at Daenerys for permission to receive it. She gave him a slight nod and he stepped forward and took the scroll from Littlefinger. The situation reminded Barristan far too much of what had transpired in the Throne Room of the Red Keep when Ned Stark was arrested. He glanced at Willas, who was watching from the bottom of the stair before he unrolled the scroll and read it.

It was indeed a marriage certificate, documenting the marriage of Rhaegar and Lyanna. The High Septon at the time had bore witness to the union. All three of their signatures were present at the bottom. Barristan's gaze lingered on Rhaegar's, it was his. He would recognize the prince's penmanship anywhere, for he had oversaw as Rhaegar's education. Barristan ran his thumb over it, Rhaegar had been like a son to him. He had been there for the Prince when Aerys never had been.

"Ser Barristan?" His queen interrupted his thoughts. She was regarding him expectantly as was Tyrion.

"It states here that Prince Rhaegar did indeed wed Lady Lyanna. The High Septon witnessed it and the three have signed it."

Daenerys' nostrils flared in anger, she beckoned Barristan to hand over the scroll. Barristan reluctantly gave it up to her, this was all too like that day in the Red Keep. He had to remind himself that Daenerys was nothing like Cersei.

Daenerys skimmed through the words written, her face giving away no emotion. Her eyes lingered on Rhaegar's signature for a moment before she looked up. She handed the scroll back to Baelish, who returned to his spot beside Willas. Barristan let out a breath he had been unaware that he was holding.

"If this is true if Jon Snow really is the son of my late brother, that make my claim illegitimate." Daenerys stated coldly, "Simply because he was born a man."

"Do you see this, my lords?" She gestured around the throne room, "Did you see my army of unsullied and Dothraki? I have three dragons. I built this all from the ash. I will not yield my claim for a man who has had everything handed to him on a silver platter." Her expression was fierce and unyielding, though the Westerosi lords did not look dissuaded.

"With all due respect, your grace, Jon Snow would have been the rightful heir had he been born a woman as well." Willas pointed out, "He is in the direct line of succession. Rhaegar was your father's heir, Jon Snow now his." Barristan shifted uncomfortably, for it was true. The Westerosi would see Jon as the Targaryen heir if Daenerys dared stake her claim she would be seen as nothing more than a usurper.

Tyrion cleared his throat, perhaps thinking the same as Barristan. The argument was going nowhere, Willas Tyrell had come prepared and ready to face the queen's skepticism. He was near cornering Daenerys into a spot where she would have no choice but to accept that Jon had the bigger claim.

"Lord Tyrell," He took a step forward, "Did Jon Snow send you and Lord Baelish to parade his claim before her grace? Why are you here?"

Willas inclined his head slightly, "Of course not. His grace sent us with an invitation." He pulled out a scroll from his palm that held a tight grip on his walking stick. Tyrion retrieved it and handed it over to Daenerys.

"The king invites your grace to Winterfell as his guest. He wishes to meet with you in person and negotiate a solution to your predicament."

"King Jon wants no quarrel with you, my Queen." Lord Baelish added. Daenerys looked through the scroll before handing it Tyrion.

"That could be arranged, as long as he bends the knee." Daenerys answered.

"That is a decision for the king." Willas diplomatically replied. Barristan was quite sure that that was not a decision the king would take. Daenerys knew that as well, judging by the way her eyes narrowed at him.

She turned to Tyrion, and they silently communicated. Whatever argument they were having, Tyrion seemed to be winning. Daenerys huffed slightly in frustration as she turned her attention once more to Willas and Littlefinger.

"I shall mull over... my nephew's offer tonight, for I too desire no quarrel." Daenerys rose from her throne, "You shall have my answer by dawn."

"I advise, my lords, that you do not hope for much."

Daenerys could hardly believe the audacity of it all as she looked on at the city of Meereen from her balcony. This Jon Snow comes out of nowhere to take her throne. To take all that she had fought for since Drogo's death. It was outrageous. He had it too easy, an army given to him for who his mother was. Daenerys had to struggle for hers. It gritted on her nerves of how much support Snow got readily from the Lords of Westeros, when not one had raised a finger to help her and her brother. If one looked from a certain point of view, he was a product of the war that caused so much devastation to the Seven Kingdoms. If Lyanna Stark had went willingly, the war had been started on false grounds. His parents were the reason Daenerys had grown up on the run. The fact that her uncle, Aemon, has given him his blessing and gifted him their family sword sent a pang of jealously through her.

Daenerys had always idealized her brother, Rhaegar. Viserys would tell her stories of him and Barristan held a high opinion of him, but now Daenerys could not help but resent him. His son was robbing her everything. Her purpose. She was the true Targaryen heir, why could the people not see it? She hatched dragons, the first to do so in centuries. She had the Targaryen looks, Tyrion had said that Snow favored his mother's side. The throne was hers, dammit. She would not bow down to her supposed nephew, not after everything.

If she had gotten her way, she would have downright refused Willas Tyrell's offer, but Tyrion insisted that she not make a rash decision. He had insisted that she mull over it, give it thought. Not the thought of bending the knee, but rather to meet Jon Snow in person.

She went back into her chambers, nodding at Barristan and Darrio who were stationed at the door. They appeared to have been in deep in conversation, for her presence seemed to startle them. She was about to inquire as to what they were talking about when Missandei entered with Lord Petyr Baelish.

"Your grace, Lord Baelish would like a private audience."

Daenerys' eyes flickered to Baelish who waited patiently beside her advisor. She noticed Barristan move forward in an attempt to prevent him from getting what he wanted, but Daenerys was curious. Baelish was a mysterious man, one that Tyrion, Varys and Barristan strongly distrusted. She wanted to know what he had to say to her, particularly while they were without company. Some would say it was unwise, she wanted to get a measure of the man. He had stayed mostly silent during their meeting in the throne room.

She held up a hand to stop Barristan from interfering, "Leave us." Barristan and Darrio hesitated, exchanging a glance, loathing to let her be alone in such a man's company. But Daenerys was having none of it, she shot them a look. Reluctantly, they bowed at her and left the room, followed by Missandei. Barristan sent a warning glance in Baelish's direction. Once they were out, Daenerys motioned Baelish to join her as she took a seat on a chaise.

"Lord Baelish, I must be frank I'm not quite familiar with your house."

Baelish smiled, "You wouldn't be, your grace. I am from a humble household on the coast of the Vale."

Daenerys reclined on her seat, "And yet you are now Lord Protector the Vale, and before that Master of Coin to Baratheon"

Baelish chuckled modestly, "It was no easy feat to get here. We are much alike like that, my queen." He waved between them, his billowing sleeves ruffling in the wind, "I worked my way through this world. I was without the right name, looked down my whole life. I had many opportunities though, made as many allies in the just-right places. Of course, my achievements are nothing compared to yours"

Daenerys studied the man before her, she couldn't help but feel a certain kinship with him. "Don't be so modest, my lord." He inclined his head respectively, and she leaned forward, "What is that you wanted to speak to me about?"

Baelish straightened, "I'm sure your grace is inclined to refuse King Jon's offer."

Daenerys felt a flash of irritation, but she tried her best to bury it. Of course, she would refuse. "I am leaning towards that decision, yes."

Baelish shook his head, and looked at Daenerys disappointingly as though she was child who did not know better. Daenerys was impressed of how fast this man could go from being comforting to irritating.

"If you did so, you would be throwing away an opportunity that may never present itself again."

Daenerys' eyes narrowed at him, "The opportunity to give up my crown."

"The opportunity to ensure that you do not." Baelish rectified, "Winterfell will soon be teeming with potential powerful allies. You would be forgoing such a chance." Daenerys regarded him with a mix of curiousity and suspicion.

"The king has made no official demands of you, your grace. Turn the tables around on him."

Daenerys raised an elegant eyebrow, "I'm sure that your king did not send you to plant such thoughts in my head, my lord." That did not mean she did not see the truth in his words. He was right, she was seeing this all wrong. This was an opportunity in itself.

Baelish shrugged carelessly, "I seek to avoid conflict. Jon Snow is an amenable man, between the two of you I believe he will be the first to break."

"Is this a ploy to endear yourself to me, Lord Baelish?" She was surprised of how easily gave up his king. He had only recently joined him, after forsaking the Lannisters. She understood now why Tyrion and Barristan distrusted him. He was a slippery snake. "I have no use for turncloaks."

Baelish refrained from directly commenting on the blatant treason he was committing to his king, "With all due respect, my Queen. Most your court are turncloaks."

Daenerys opened her mouth to address his disrespect to her court and to herself but he leaned in forward intently.

"Heed my words, Queen Daenerys." He emphasised with great care, "Come to Westeros otherwise, you will be unwelcomed. On the other hand, come back with us to Winterfell, you will only be accepting a welcome invitation."

A/N: I didn't get time to edit out grammatical errors, so bear with me please! End of part I of this chapter. There will another part, I just really wanted to get something out there. Tell me what you thought. Review and Subscribe!