Hello! Here is another chapter of Wizard´s mistake. And a warning, this chapter won´t centre itself in our three favourite Targaryen, but in their caretakers and family in Essos. Hope you like it!

"You are a disgrace, Duckfield!" Jon Connington punched the man again and again while the other members of Aegon´s mismatched army just watched. They didn´t do anything to help the poor Duck, as he clearly lost their best opportunity to conquer fame and glory in the Sunset Kingdom. He deserved worse than he got. "I told you to never lose sight of Aegon and what did you do? YOU LEFT HIM ALONE!"

"Sorry, I didn´t think…" another punch silenced him. He took it like a man and resisted. After all, what else could he do? It was not like somebody would help him. He wouldn´t blame them for that either. The smith´s son has fucked up in more ways than one. He deserved whatever the damn griffin would do to him.

"You didn´t think what? That he would wander away from the place you left him in? He is a fucking boy, you duck brain! Boys got easily distracted! He could have been tempted by a pretty girl or a sweet and murdered in an alleyway for…"

"Lord Connington! There is a letter from Aegon!" years later, Rolly would remember the speed at which the former Hand of King Aerys moved towards the Rookery. Gods, he didn´t even knew it was humanly possible to move like that! The beaten man lifted himself from the ground, walking towards the place Connington disappeared into. He also wanted to know where the damn boy disappeared into. And by the way the face of the Griff was growing red with anger, it was going to be a blast.

"QARTH! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT DAMN BOY DOING IN QARTH?!" screamed the stormlander. Attracting the attention of a lot of people from the camp. The first one to show up was Septa Lemore, with her habitual graceful movement. Without talking, she took the letter from the redhead and opened it. After some silence, she shook her head in disbelieve.

"What happened? What has that damn boy done?" asked the knight. Having trained him in sword fighting, he knew Aegon could be quite difficult. He wouldn´t put it past him to ran off with the first pretty girl he saw for one or two days, just to give them a scare. If that was what happened, he was…

"Can you read the letter, please, septa?" asked the reach knight. She nodded, unfolding the thing. Not for the first time, the sellsword cursed his lack of academic training. Out of necessity, he knew his numbers, but he was completely lost when it came to letters. He didn´t have more time to think, as the woman began

"Dear Griff,

First of all, I want to tell you I´m fine. Really, it scared me as much as it surely scared you, but I will assure you that I´m as fine as anyone in my situation could be. And before you scream at me, let me explain it so you don´t feel the need to punish me after receiving this.

I didn´t leave Rolly out of my own volition. The warlocks of Qarth were out for Targaryen blood and kidnapped me so they could offer me as a meal for their elders. And I´m not lying, they were literally going to eat me alive! Well, me and my aunt and my brother, if you want the specifics, but as a raven can´t carry much, I´m not going to bore you with the tale. We should also discuss the Starks, by the way.

Anyway, I´m currently staying with my aunt at some merchant creepy prince´s house. We plan on abandoning Qarth soon, also, as the welcome won´t stay for long thanks to us burning a house with dragonfire… I will give you the details later. Now you only need to know that we are heading to Astapor to buy some Unsullied or so says Dany. Let´s meet there so we can plan our next move.

Hope we can find each other soon!

Sincerely yours,

Aegon the Sixth Targaryen"

Silence reigned over the room for a long time, as they tried to wrap their heads around what that letter truly said. Was it really Aegon? could it be a code? Because last time they knew, Aegon didn´t have a brother, only a sister and she was dead. The aunt of course meant Daenerys, who all knew was in Qarth and could have very well been taken prisoner by the warlocks, but a brother? All of them looked confused except Lemore, who, as always, had that mysterious look in her purple eyes.

"What the hell is this?" said Connington, trying to make sense of the confused message. Then something hit him. How had the warlocks smuggled Aegon all the way to Qarth so soon? And how did they pass the Kinsguard´s notice? This could very well be a fake, but… that was the boy king´s awful handwriting. He recognized it. "Duckfield! You let some buffoon with blue lips get close to the boy?"

"I didn´t" answered the knight, trying to remember what happened before. The boy´s complains came to his mind. "But he said once or twice that he saw a blue lipped twat following us and… ouch!"

"You fool! I should have knighted one of those ducks in the field instead of you! They would surely make better guards!" screamed Jon, grabbing his sword. He was about to strike Rolly when someone talked.

"How did they find out? And what was he doing in Essos when he should be in the North?" asked Lemore, making all the eyes in the room turn to her. Harry Strickland was about to open his mouth to ask what the hell was she talking about when the woman answered. "I´m not talking about Aegon, I´m talking about his brother. His half-brother."

"Aegon doesn´t have a half-brother." Said Connington.

"Really now? I thought Rhaegar told you about his romance and marriage with Lady Lyanna" the griffin nodded, remembering with some distaste his late love interest´s wives. Elia was a plain thing, pretty in the dornish way, but not enough to be compared with the likes of Cersei Lannister. She also possessed an overbearing personality that drew shy Rhaegar away. It was like dealing with a female Oberyn in Jon´s opinion. Lyanna, on the contrary, was a sincere and happy girl. Also outspoken, but much more free spirited in a way that anyone could mistake her for a wood spirit. She would never try to force her decisions or ambitions on someone else. Also, she was one of the few people that could make the melancholic prince laugh. "He surely told you she was expecting."

"Yes, he did. But Lyanna died and took the babe with her. Lord Stark never mentioned a child when he came back to court with his sister´s bones."

"Oh, but that´s where you are mistaken, milord" everybody was looking at her intensely now. "After they had that encounter in the Tower of Joy, Lord Stark and his companion went to Starfall to give back the ancient sword of House Dayne" her eyes became darker with grieve when she reached that part. "I was there."

"I know" for a second, Ashara Dayne felt like herself again, staring in the horizon as the horses carrying young Jaeherys Targaryen to the North disappeared in the desert again. A babe she carried in her arms and has come to love in the short time Eddard stayed in her home. Gods, she should have begged harder for the child to stay with her. "I… Lord Stark came not just for the sword, but for… to ask for a wetnurse for the infant prince."

"Septa…"

"I had just lost my own baby girl and had no need of the woman I hired for that demeanour" explained her, putting an arm around her middle. "When Lord Stark came with the boy and the body… I put Wylla to their service. I was acting as Lord of Starfall in that moment, so the deal was kept secret between us and the Starks. No one else was supposed to know the boy survived."

"And you are telling me now?" Connington felt the need of ripping his hair out of his skull. Another child of Rhaegar lived and he has been oblivious to it. After promising his Silver Prince he would protect his children. "Where the hell is the boy now?" Qarth was the obvious answer, so she didn´t bother to answer. "Where has he been?"

"In Winterfell" answered the septa, cold. "I wanted to keep him, as he would only be safe with a Targaryen loyalist, but Lord Stark was adamant. He said his nephew was a Stark and his place was in Winterfell before ridding off to the South, back to his castle."

"Had he done that, we would have… his bastard" the Griffin lord finally understood. "It´s the bastard, no? The one he brought from Dorne. The boy rumoured to be yours. It´s him, no?" she nodded. "Well, damn. That man can be smart when he wanted to be."

"What I really want to know is how the warlocks managed to find out about Jaeherys" the former lady continued. "There were limited people that knew about him, most of them dead by now, Eddard Stark included. Howland Reed wouldn´t have betrayed the secret, he was more sworn to the Lady Lyanna than his own liege lord. Even my most trusted servants from Starfall…"

"It doesn´t matter, what matters is that he is here now" Connington quickly recovered from the shock, adapting to the current situation. This unexpected development could be the end of their ambitions… or an advantage. After all, what was better than a bond between brothers to keep a younger, probably affection starved young man from rebelling against his rightful king, his older brother? And there was something else. A close blooded sibling could always be married off to a highborn for loyalties…

"What do we do now?" finally asked Harry Strickland, still trying to stomach everything that happened here. A younger brother with dragon´s blood? And the princess finding out her nephew was alive? When did the world got crazy? "Do we go to Qarth to search for them?"

"I don´t think they are still in Qarth right now" Jon sighed. "Let´s go to Astapor and hope to find them there. All three of them."

"Jon, the Starks…"

"We will deal with them when we get to Westeros." Answered the man before turning around to order the men to pack everything to leave. Ashara stared into the sea once more, sending a prayer to the seven for the Warlocks not to have been the ones brokering the news of his heritage to the boy. Everything but that. Jaeherys was going to have to deal with enough after being kidnapped, he didn´t need an identity crisis too.

-In Riverrun-

"Milady? There is a scroll for the king" the maester said, entering the chambers of the dying Lord of the Trident. His daughter, the grieving Lady Catelyn, was there sitting and accompanying her father. A glass of milk of the poppy was sitting next to her, waiting for the next time she needed to feed it´s contents to her father.

"Give it to me, I will deliver it to his Grace" the redheaded woman extended her hands. The man did as he was bidden and left her. She grabbed the scroll and opened it, stopping when the first letters appeared. This handwriting, more elegant than it´s owner had the right to have, was known to her. "That bastard"

"To Lord Robb Stark,

You have probably heard about what happened in the Last Great Ranch and…" the Tully woman didn´t want to continue reading his excuses. Because that was what the letter was probably filled of. Excuses for abandoning his post in the Night´s Watch, dishonouring his entire family. She tossed the scroll into the fire, stirring the flames to make it disappear completely. Seeing the fire consume it left her an odd sense of satisfaction that she didn´t found since her boy rode off to war.

"Little Cat?" Ser Brynden entered in the precise moment she left the pincers to stir the fire in their place. He noticed her form hovering over the fire, making him suspicious. "What were you doing, little Cat?"

"Nothing, uncle" she answered, letting go of the pincers. "I just felt the room a little bit too chilly and wanted to stir the fire to give father more comfort" the Blackfish raised an eyebrow. Catelyn cold? After spending sixteen years in the North? "Anyway, what are you doing here? You were supposed to be with Robb."

"Your son just arrived and I wanted to tell you before you meet him in the Great Hall. He is enjoying his victory with his men right now, trying to forget about the news that arrived a few days ago" Catelyn felt the need to roll her eyes, knowing exactly which news her uncle was talking about.

When a raven arrived from the Wall, bearing a scroll for the Starks, the widowed lady felt the need to roll her eyes. She half expected it to be the bastard pestering her children again or demands from the Night´s Watch. What she never expected it to be was news about the boy getting lost on the other side of the Wall. The Lord commander said that it was a disappearance, but Ser Aliser Thorne, the master at arms of Castle Black, thought it was a desertion. After all, the boy thought himself too good for the Watch. That a scroll from the boy came demonstrated his treachery, as he had to be in a place where ravens can be found and she was sure wilding had none of them. Catelyn silently pleaded he was not plotting to take the North wherever he was.

"I should join him" she said, getting up. She was about to excite the room when her uncle grabbed her arm. He turned her to see into his eyes, making her felt anxious. Why was Brynden threating her like that?

"Something is worrying you, Cat, I can see it" the Blackfish looked into her eyes. She relaxed a little. Her uncle was worried for her, that was understandable. "You can tell me whatever is weighting your hearth and I will do anything to make you feel better. I can even find a solution for…"

"I don´t think there is a solution for this" the woman answered, looking at her father over her shoulder. The poor man was asleep and would be for some time, as he had just received a heavy dose of milk of the poppy. The aging knight made a move with his head and brought her to Lord Hoster´s solar, the most secure room in the castle. No one would listen to her worries there.

"What happened, little Cat?"

"It´s my husband´s bastard" she finally spat. "Do you remember the raven that arrived a few days ago bearing the news of his disappearance beyond the Wall?" he nodded, trying to understand her. "He is not lost anymore. A raven just arrived bearing news of him. I recognized his handwriting and… Uncle, I don´t know what to do. Robb would believe any lie he told him and I´m afraid he is going to try to steal his heritage now that he is at war."

"I see" the knight had the same doubts as her. He didn´t personally know the boy, but he was more inclined to believe his niece´s word over his. After all, Cat knew him. "Where did the scroll came from?"

"What?"

"Catelyn, please, think. You know that news travel, no matter what we do. Robb will know sooner or later. We have to take preventive measures before that happened" lady Stark nodded, understanding. "Now, where did the scroll came from?"

"I… I don´t know" confessed the female, flushing a little bit in embarrassment. "I didn´t took the time to read the letter. When I recognized the bastard´s calligraphy I threw the scroll into the fire."

"Why did you do that? You should have at least read it to get information" the flush in Catelyn´s face became deeper. Brynden shook his head at his niece´s lack of foresight. "Never mind, maester Vyman should know where it came from."

"Yes, but… what…"

"For now, you only have to make sure that Robb doesn´t know about the bastard abandoning his post. As you said, he trusted him. We can´t let him know that his half-brother is anywhere but on the Wall or he might call for him and give him a pardon."

"Uncle…"

"I will take care of the rest" the Blackfish finished the talk. Catelyn nodded and left to her father´s side, to be there for him, and Brynden towards the maester´s tower. There he found Vyman tending to his ravens, especially the ones that just arrived. The man turned around towards him when he walked. "Good afternoon, maester."

"Good afternoon to you too, Ser" the healer let go of the birds to go to him. "Is there something I can do for you? Did Lord Hoster got worse?"

"No, thanks to the Seven, but there is definitely something you can do for me. I heard from my niece that a raven arrived today for his Grace, but didn´t have the name of the writer in it. Can you tell me where did the bird come from?"

"White Harbour, sir. I remember seeing the merman´s mark on it" answered the maester. Brynden raised an eyebrow. The North? The bastard was still in the North? "Was it important for his Grace? Should I write a reply, or…"

"No, it´s not important. I just wanted to know where it came from" the Blackfish left the room for his brother´s solar. Once there he ordered a servant to call for Ser Robin Ryger and Ser Desmond Grell. They were old and probably it was a mistake to send them away, but they were also his most trusted men. He wouldn´t confide in anyone else with a job so delicate. When they arrived, both men were confused.

"Ser Robin, Ser Desmond"

"Ser Brynden" they both answered with respect.

"I called you here because of some news that arrived from the North. Apparently, Lord Eddard´s bastard son deserted the Night´s Watch and is hiding somewhere in the North, probably White Harbour" the two suddenly were interested. "We are worried that he might want to stage a coup to take Winterfell from his trueborn brother, so I´m sending you to find him. If you do, threat him as any deserter should be threated."

"Yes, ser"

"And please keep this conversation in secret from his Grace. He holds the boy in great steam and would be saddened to find him a traitor."

"Understood, ser" both men rode off to Moat Cailin the morning after, then the North. A few weeks later, another scroll reached Ser Brynden. Apparently, the bastard boy wasn´t in the North at all, as the first letter arrived from Essos. This puzzled Brynden, what was the damn boy doing in Essos? Was he hiring a sellsword company to take Winterfell? It very well could be. Catelyn said the boy was penniless, but he could ask a loan from the Iron Bank or…

"Uncle?" he lifted his eyes from the letter, landing them on his niece. "Robb just found out that his bastard brother is a deserter. He… he hasn´t taken it very well, especially the… the punishment part" she swallowed hard. "I don´t think he could behead him."

"Don´t worry, if it comes to that, I will do the deed" promised Brynden, calming Catelyn´s soul. Whatever that was happening, he would find out.

Hello! Hope you like this chapter. It wasn´t really planned, but I couldn´t stop thinking about the reaction Jon Connington and Catelyn would have to see the letters arrive. Do you think they would have reacted like that. Review!