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"You know, perhaps Lady Catelyn is really overreacting and the boy is no menace to her son" commented Robin, trying to reach the key that hanged from their gaoler´s belt. The sleeping guard turned a bit, making the thing disappear from their view and the knight curse under his breath. "Damn." He turned his head towards his companion, who was sitting on the straw. "Were you listening to me, Desmond?"

"Yes. You were commenting about the boy not being a danger for our lady´s sons after all. Then you cursed" the old man said, thinking deeply. Were the situation not so dire, he would even pity Jon Snow… or Jaeherys Targaryen. The boy surely had more in his plate than most adult men and the treatment he got from being branded a bastard was probably one of the cruellest things he could imagine, but the thing was, the boy now had another family. And a dragon. A family that was ousted from their rightful thrones by their Lord and his allies, which spelt bad news for the Riverlands. "I differ with you."

"You do?" both men looked at each other. Grell finally sighed.

"Think for a second about Snow´s life. A life he probably told to his brother and aunt. Branded a bastard by Lord Stark, treated poorly by Lady Stark… I know what you will say" the man joined his hands. "I know the Lady Catelyn since she was a child and also refused to believe that she was capable of harming a child, but" his expression darkened. "there are many ways to harm a child. And mothers would do anything for their children, even hurting another one. And that could be especially hard for an orphan boy without anyone except for a couple of uncles who didn´t seem to worry too much about him."

"You think Lady Catelyn did something to him? Something harmful?" the captain of Riverrum asked, refusing to believe the gentle redheaded girl he had seen since little as a child beater or abuser. "She would never…"

"In her mind, he was her husband´s bastard, a treat to her children´s inheritance. And lives, given the correct circumstances. Of course she wasn´t going to just let him be" he breathed in. "Lord Stark shouldn´t have named him his bastard. Sending him to exile or telling his lady wife the truth would have been better."

"But that doesn´t mean that she…"

"Lord Stark sent him to the Night´s Watch on her request. A fourteen years old boy because his step mother didn´t want to bare him in Winterfell" Robin opened his mouth with horror. The Wall was no place for children and, at such a young age, Jon Snow was more child than man. "Do you really think he is going to forget that? Forgive and Forget? With a dragon, the boy is going to follow his damn House´s words and make Fire and Blood rain over the Riverlands."

"Pe… perhaps" the other knight answered. "But maybe we can convince him to stay here, in Essos" he suggested, quickly getting calmed down. "From what I have seen, the Targaryens are not making a move for Westeros any time soon, too busy conquering Essos for minding our business" he shook his head. "Back home no one wants them back, but here… perhaps a new Targaryen empire could be accepted. And the boy would become a prince, rule his own city and forget about Winterfell."

"Do you think the Targaryens will ever forget that they were ousted from their throne on the west? Our land is the real catch, Robin, don´t delude yourself. The boy king of Astapor is playing his game well, for he is recruiting an army of men willing to lay their lives at his feet at a whim. And once he conquers the other slaver cities, many more will be added."

"For the Seven… what do we do?"

"Send the message as fast as we could once we leave this damn dungeon" Desmond Grell said, getting up, approaching the bars to try again and grab the key with his longer arms. "Preferably while the Dragonlords are still busy with Slaver´s Bay. It would give us enough time to prepare for their invasion."

"Will it be enough?" asked the captain of Riverrun´s guard, hopeful. With their luck, there wasn´t much chance that they were going to leave the place alive, much less with their sanity intact if they were exposed to another dosis of Rolly Duckfield´s torture. But they had the duty of warning their liege lord and they were going to achieve it. "How much do you think we have until the Targaryans head to Westeros?"

"Depending on the dragons, no much" the old knight still couldn´t believe in the legendary beasts returned to live, but Aegon have talked about them with so much naturally that it was even harder to deny their existence. "If they really exist and are big enough, Slaver´s Bay is going to Fall in a few months. If not, then we have a few years, less depending on the rate dragons grow. But not much."

"Dammit" this mission sounded so easy when Ser Brynden gave it to them. It was something of routine, to deliver justice to a deserter of the Night´s Watch that also endangered King Robb´s crown. He should have known it wouldn´t stay simple.

-In the prince´s chambers-

"Yunkai you say?" Jon asked, playing with Viserion while Ghost encircled him, napping the afternoon off. The game was easy, he threw some pieces of meat into the air as far as he could in his little room and the dragon flew to catch them, setting them on fire. Until now, no flammable object had been destroyed… if you didn´t count Aegon´s robes, which now sported a large scorched hole on them. Well, in his defence, had he knocked before he opened his door, this wouldn´t have happened.

"Yes" the boy king answered, scratching the wolf´s head. He was smiling softly, much like Robb when he was trying to convince him to do something. "It´s a mayor Slaver City, which sells thousands of people each year. We can´t allow that to continue, so we are sending you to eliminate this awful commerce immediately. After the conquer, you will assume govern of the city with my blessings."

"There are still many more slaver cities"

"Yes, but taking Yunkai will be a hard blow for them and leave us practically at the doors of Meereen, which I´m planning to conquer next" the king sighed. "We need the two of them to take Volantis" he pierced his brother with his purple eyes, receiving steel grey in response. "Volantis needs to be taken, there is no other option. The Old Tiger is already planning to get rid of us before the dragons are strong enough to truly threaten him, but if we add another city to our Empire, the Tryarch might rethink his decision."

"I understand, but giving me command of the army to take Yunkai…" the boy shivered a bit. No one, not even the Lord Commander, have given him such a grand responsibility. And there was another thing. "I lack the experience to move troops or use siege engines appropriately or…"

"That´s why Griff is going with you" announced Aegon, despite knowing his hand wouldn´t like to part ways with him in the slightly. "He is a good strategist. It might not show in the history books, considering Robert´s Rebellion was not one of his best moments, but he will not fail this time, I can assure you. He will teach you in the campaign the basics and then he will get you a tutor on warfare. Barristan and Mossador will also go and stay with you, to protect you while you take control of the city."

"I don´t know anything of managing a city"

"Me neither, but I´m not doing it so bad, no? I will learn, you will learn and Daenerys too." Egg put a hand on his shoulder, surprising Jon. It was a really intimate thing to do with the kind of new relationship they had. "We Targaryens have to stand together. If we don´t, we are going to get massacred again or worse. World fears us, search to break us, but we won´t bow to anyone. We used to fly and will fly again. With Fire and Blood."

"Fire and Blood…" repeated the brunette. All his life, he had considered Winter is coming his House words, but he guessed Fire and Blood were them now. And they were almost as adequate, for he was born of ice and fire. He could almost feel it now, the Fire in his veins, burning him in anticipation for the conquest. "I guess I will be saying goodbye for now."

"Yes, but we will meet each other again. I plan to go to Meereen as soon as it´s conquered to prepare for Volantis. You are invited to the reunion too"

"I will be there" he promised, getting up to pack. Aegon stopped him in midway.

"We can wait for a few days, don´t you think? Besides, the armour I ordered for you is still in the forge. You don´t want to present yourself in front of the citizens of Yunkai without a battle armour, no?"

"You ordered an armour for me?" asked Jon, not believing it. His uncle never thought about making him a parting gift when he left Winterfell for the Watch and now his brother, who he only knew for a few months, was going to give him his first armour? And without him having to ask?

"Of course I did! An armour fit of the Prince of Dragonstone!" the title left the brunette boy frozen for a moment. The Prince of Dragonstone… he guessed that was his title now, as heir apparent of King Aegon VI Targaryen. From the Bastard of Winterfell to the Heir of the Iron Throne, eh? Such a big step in such a short time. He didn´t have much time to ponder on it, anyway, because Egg grabbed his arm and dragged him away towards his study, impatient to show him the design of the armour.

The first thing he had to say was that the armour was truly impressive. It was made of pure steel, with black parts on the chest and a beautiful white dragon on the middle, with red irises. In the forearms there were white wolfs, with rubies for eyes, depicting Ghost menacingly jumping over some defenceless prey. Aegon said that it was a rapt of inspiration from his sword, which save them in the House of the Undying, but the younger was sure that more than Longclaw it was a tribute to his direwolf. All in all, it was a combination of his Targaryen and Stark inheritance, of both Viserion and Ghost, of ice and fire. Him.

"It´s marvellous" Daenerys said when he put the thing on for the first time in front of the mirror. His silver haired aunt had lately taken to give him some lessons in proper ways of dressing and styling hair, mainly picking up his clothing for the day before he could fully get out of bed or undoing the northern knots he usually favoured to stylish his hair into a proper Valyrian look. As his hair grew, the thin Valyrian braids started to look better and better on him, as they brought out more and more of his common features with Daenerys and Aegon. Features inherited from his father, he would bet.

"Aegon already told you?" he asked, putting on the black and red cloak Dany had made for him with the symbol of House Targaryen on it. Now he looked all the way a prince, even if he still felt uncomfortable calling himself one. "That I am going to Yunkai?"

"Yes, I was informed" she said, finishing with her arrangements to his hair. "In fact, I´m also setting off soon, to conquer Meereen before they can attack you" he turned his head without comprehending. "I have the feeling that as soon as you have conquered the city, they will spring into action. Astapor they minded enough to send threats, but Yunkai and Meereen… there will be a full out war."

"Of course" it was the next logical, strategic move to made. He would make it if he were they. He would also send his best warriors to attack and intimidate the invading army. And talking about good warriors. "Aunt… what are you going to do with the Riverland knights currently in the dungeons?"

"I don´t know, their fate is for Aegon to decide… but if you had a special petition…"

"Yes, I want to pardon them" the prince answered, surprising the princess. "I know they were sent to kill me, but I won´t give my aunt Catelyn the satisfaction of proving me a murderous bastard" he clenched his fists. "When we come back to Westeros, I want them by my side, one way or the other, chained or not, to return to Riverrum as the proof that she was wrong about me." He smirked, imagining her expression. "And I want to see her face as I return with a dragon."

"That will surely put fear on her cold hearth" said Daenerys, proud of him. Then she changed to a livelier conversation. "Now, enough of gloominess and armours. How about you changing into this and get ready for the feast Aegon prepared in your honour? Our Dragonknight can´t go to the battle with an empty stomach, no?"

-In Riverrun-

"I just can´t believe it" Robb said, drinking his sixth glass of ale in the night. His thoughts turned dark every time they flew to his brothers, those of blood and those by choice. Two dead, one unaccounted for and the fourth a traitor. And it was his fault. He should have never trusted in Theon, should have never sent away Jon… maybe if he had kept both of them close, he wouldn´t be suffering so many loses. That hurt. But what hurt the most was that soon he, as the King in the North, was going to have to murder the two brothers he still had, one for treason and one for desertion. Or perhaps Ser Desmond and Ser Robin already made justice and were carrying Jon´s head home. The mere thought made him feel nauseated.

"Your Grace?" the timid voice of his western wife caught his attention. She was wearing a night´s robe of white silk, making her figure noticeable despite being clothed. "I thought you would need someone to talk to…"

"Yes… but before…" the Young Wolf lifted his hand and guided him to bed. He fucked his frustrations into her, probably hurting her a bit, but she never complained. She was too busy trying to get pregnant to care. When they finished, he was feeling slightly better, but still very upset. He left Jeyne sleeping in the bed and dressed himself, walking towards his great uncle´s office. This anguish couldn´t wait until tomorrow.

"Your Grace?" asked the Blackfish when he saw who was standing in the doorway.

"You can drop the formalities with me, uncle" said the redhead, passing a hand through his copper locks. He sat down on one of the stools, trying to sit down properly despite his humour. "I want to know if you got any more news about my brothers."

"Your Gra… Robb, your brothers died in Winterfell…"

"You know what I´m talking about" the Young Wolf interrupted, giving him a look that would have chilled anyone´s blood. Brynden sighed, convinced that he got it from his father. "Are you or are you not going to supply me with the information I required, uncle?" there was more silence between them. "Fine…"

"Wait" Robb was just getting up to leave when the knight stopped him. "Ser Desmond and Ser Robin´s last communication was from Astapor. Apparently, they manage to locate your bastard brother there" the King in the North clenched his fists. He didn´t want to hear Jon being called a bastard. He never liked it, less now that the boy was his last brother alive. "And the Greyjoy is still in Winterfell, if you still care."

"Only if I can kill him with that information" he said bitterly, remembering the smirking face of Theon. "But in Jon´s case… I want you to send the knights after him new orders. They are to bring him alive and well. He hasn´t done any harm, just… I know you can´t desert from the Night´s Watch just like this, but he is not like that. There must be a reason…"

"He probably just decided to betray you, bastards tend to do that" he put a hand on the trembling boy´s shoulder. "Perhaps it´s time to accept and…"

"I know that you and mother might never completely accept him, even consider him a slight on the Tully honour, but never say that he is not my brother. NEVER, you heard me?" he got up. "We already passed through so much, together nearly since birth, as if we were twins. More than Theon and I." he turned to leave. "send the orders, Ser Brynden, or I personally will" he left the room towards his solar, feeling drained at the same time that furious. He served himself a glass of wine, resigned to get drunk that night, when a person came out of the darkness. He let go of his cup to grab his sword when the little thing kneeled. He calmed down at that. "Where do you come from?"

"Lord Reed sent me" informed the crannogman from his position. "He has a plan to recover Moat Cailin from the Ironborn."

Robb nodded, looking forward to meeting this mysterious Lord Reed. He knew that the man was an old friend from his father and fought valiantly in the Rebellion, but he didn´t answer the summons he made for the war. But if the man was finally joining, he wouldn´t complain. After all, he needed all the help available.

-In Dorne-

"Arianne, Quentyn, please, come with me to my solar" Doran said while he was being taken to the solar. Normally he would observe the Water Gardens at this hour of the day, but today there was more pressing matters. He had just received some interesting news and wanted to make plans. The two entered just behind him, the girl moving her hips and the boy eyeing her with suspicions. "Areo, close the door"

"What happened, father?" his daughter asked first, crossing her legs. She was wearing a too provocative two pieces dress, which made her brother flush. "Have you finally decided on a future husband for me? Or is it a wife for little Quentyn?"

"Settle down, Arianne, we have much to discuss" the dornish prince instructed. "You didn´t know, but since the end of the Rebellion, you have been betrothed to King Viserys Targaryen" the princess opened her eyes like a toad. Her father promised her to the Beggar King? Why? "It was part of the loyalist plans to make a Restoration and take revenge for the murder of Elia and the children" he swallowed hard, remembering for a second his beautiful sister. "That´s why I decided to name Quentyn my heir, you were going to be Queen."

"Queen" it sounded good. Not as much as ruling princess of Dorne, at least to her, but good. "But now that my betrothed is dead, a change of plans is in order" she looked at her astonished brother. "Then… what are those news you wanted to share with us, father?"

"Daenerys Targaryen conquered Astapor and is marching towards Yunkai with one of her dragons" informed the older prince, now piercing his son with his eyes, making him feel uncomfortable. "I want you, Quentyn, to go with some trusted knights with a copy of the alliance agreement signed by my brother and Ser Willem Darry, to offer your hand in marriage to her."

"What?" he was not sure of what else to answer? Him? Go and make a marriage offer to a girl? Even if the girl didn´t have dragons, it was not something he would do. "Why do I have to be the one, father? Send Trystane, he is more outspoken than I. Or Arianne" he glared at his sister, who was giggling by his side. "She surely is qualified enough to make a marriage offer in my stead."

"With that Lannister girl about to arrive, I need Trystane here to entertain her. And I don´t trust your sister to be diplomatic enough for this mission" the girl shut down immediately and pouted. "Besides, I need my heir by my side to not appear suspicious in the eyes of whatever bodyguard the Lannisters send with Myrcella Hill." He stared at both of his children. "This is important, Arianne, Quentyn. I need you both completely devoted to this plan, do you hear me?"

"Yes" they both answered.

"Then go, my son, and bring me trustworthy knights to travel with you" he then turned to his daughter. "Arianne, I want you to prepare everything for the Lannister girl´s arrival. I want her comfortable and completely oblivious to our plans. If she or whoever in her service asks, your brother is with Lord Anders Yronwood on the Boneway. I also want you to write a letter to Oberyn in the capital with concealed information about our plans, urging him to keep calm for now. I would do it myself, but my letters would be more inspected than yours."

"Yes, father"

They both nodded and went away. Before the end of the week, Quentyn was on his way to Essos and Arianne selecting new clothing for the bastard princess to wear in Dorne. She also sported a mischievous grin that usually preceded a storm. Doran was sure about one thing… live was about to get messy.

Woow, the Crannogman and the Dornish have just joined the game. Is Robb going to find out something when he goes to Howland Reed? Will Dany accept to marry Quentyn? Or might Arianne found herself marrying a king or a prince? Jon also have his own problems, as our gloomy prince is about to make his way towards the conquest. What will he have to deal with in Yunkai? And Aegon in Astapor, with Cleon on the shadows? Review!