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"Are you sure?" asked Jaeherys, drinking some wine on the top of the yunkish pyramid that has become his home during the last few months. His life had become everything but peaceful since he took the slaver city, with the masters plotting against him and the attacks of the mysterious sons of the harpy against his freedmen, so he had learned to appreciate the peaceful moments of the morning when he could just lay back and relax a bit.

"Absolutely, my prince" Mossador, his personal guard, answered. The unsullied was a very reliable person, much like his sister for Daenerys, and as soon as he found out about the murders of fellow unsullied on the street, he had been fast to develop an information network of former slaves to discover the culprits. "The masters asked for volantene help to recover the city."

"Volantis… I didn´t think they were going to attack so soon. Even the king was hopping for some time to reaggrupe before having to face the armies of Volantis" he drank some wine before continuing. "Well, I didn´t want things to come to this, but I can´t tolerate disloyalty and murder in city. Do you have proofs against the masters?"

"Some of them… Grazdan mo Eraz acted as an envoy to the other slaver cities behind your back, so I have plenty against him, but the others are proving to be smarter than him" the Naathi looked into the distance. "Their tentacles are already expanding to Meereen and, since the Princess rejection of the chosen candidate for king, the city had become full of sons of the harpy. It would be wise to send her a warning."

"My aunt is already warned, don´t worry. And, with the king on his way for the wedding, Ser Barristan is surely reinforcing the security" he left his goblet on a windowsill. "Send the unsullied to bring me Grazdan and any other master you have proofs against. I hoped this didn´t come to this, but…"

"What, my prince?"

"I will finish this in the northern way" he said, picking up his sword. This was probably not the use the Old Bear had hoped he gave his family´s sword, but it has been useful for battle anyway. It was now the sword of a conqueror. "the masters need to know that treachery has it´s consequences and how I deal with it."

"Immediately" the accused masters were reunited in an hour before the statue of the harpy. Between them was Grazdan, who was trembling in his fine sleeping clothes. He knew why he was here. How couldn´t him, having managed all the contacts between the sons of the Harpy and Volantis? He had heard plenty of tales about the northern savages from his Westerosi slaves and he didn´t like it in the slightest.

"Masters…" Jaeherys said their names, having memorised a list. His dragon and direwolf were right beside him, creating a dramatic effect. He normally didn´t have a knack for dramatics, but having the living sigils of both his houses right by his side was somewhat comforting for him. and he appreciate the added officiality. "You are accused of treason against your king and prince. Of murder and slavery, which has been banned from this city. How do you declare yourselves?"

"Fuck you, you foregein bastard!" one of them, a young and particularly impertinent one, screamed. "You might think yourself invincible with your pets and eunuchs, but when the armies of Volantis arrive, you are going to see what is good!"

"Please, do shut up" said Grazdan, eyeing the dragon with fear.

"Apparently you don´t repent your actions" Mossador brought in the chopping block he asked for. He also gave Longclaw to his prince, who motioned for him to bring the young master to him. Jaeherys stared at the valyrian steel, breathing in and out. He had seen his uncle do this plenty of times. He should be able to… behead a man himself too. All the people there were half expecting to see him burning his enemies alive, he knew, but… he was also a northerner and needed to honour that heritage.

"My prince, you should let Viserion or I…"

"Mossador, when growing up in Winterfell, my uncle gave me some lessons about justice" he said while the victim was being laid over the chopping block. "In the North, executions are done by the lord himself, as who passed the sentence swings the sword. Is the way of justice on my homeland" he raised the sword. "And the lord needs to see the condemned to the eyes when he swings the sword. If he does not, he probably didn´t deserve to die."

"Sounds like a wise man"

"An honourable man who got himself killed because of that honour… but he left me some life lessons that I will never forget. Like this one" breathing in hard, Jaeherys Targaryen swung the sword of the executioner for the first time and took the master´s life. He continued doing it until all the accused were dead. It didn´t became easier with experience. In fact, it became so hard that the boy wondered how his lord uncle could have done it so many times.

"You should leave Viserion do it next time, my prince" the unsullied said after the deed was done. And, for some reason, it hasn´t damaged the boy´s reputation with the freedmen and citizens. In fact, it boasted it. Apparently, even the yunkish appreciated good northern justice.

"I need to do justice my own way" Jon said, serving himself a bit of wine. "Putting everything aside, I don´t know if it´s a good moment for me to leave the city. Even if it´s my brother´s wedding, the citizens need me here to put order" he sat down in the windowsill, staring at the city. "I do want to see Aegon and Daenerys again, but with Volantis on the move it would be a mistake to leave my city."

"Perhaps is the…"

"My prince!" someone entered in that moment, sweating hard. The young warrior immediately knew he was in for some bad news. "Ships has been seen in the port. The navy is about a few minutes away from complete their blockade around our city. They fly volantene banners!"

"Any company?"

"From what we could see, the Windblowns, the Longlances and the Company of the Cat" informed the port official. "My prince, this is serious. With all the problems there has been lately, we could be sure that they have spies in the city. The sons of the harpy could open the gates of the city to them and…"

"I know" Jaeherys said with calm, trying to quickly form a plan. "Mossador, send incognito guards to the doors and ports. Anyone who tries to sneak someone into the city will face punishment for treason as soon as this situation is sorted" the unsullied captain bowed and left. "If only Viserion was only big enough to fly…"

"My prince…"

"Don´t worry" the brunette said, getting up from his place. "My brother, the king of Slaver´s Bay, was already on his way here with his army. The original purpose of this was to still the problems in both Yunkai and Meereen, but… I guess he is going to arrive just in time."

"And the Princess?"

"My aunt, as I said, already haver her own problems"

-In the ships-

"What are we doing here, Ser Archibald?" asked Prince Quentyn to one of his bodyguards. They had disguised themselves as sellswords to join the volantene army and finally get to Slaver´s Bay, but they were not closer to find the dragon queen. "My father sent us to find Daenerys Targaryen, not to lose time with the yunkish."

"I heard some interesting news from the sellswords, my prince. Apparently, the princess visited this place before going to Meereen. And she must have liked the place a lot, because someone with a dragon is said to rule over the city."

"Hummmm…" the Martell pondered for a moment if the rumours could refer to Daenerys, but who else could it be? The woman was the last Targaryen in the world, the Mother of Dragons, only her could have one of the beings with her. "I guess we are sneaking into the city at night to speak with the Dragon Queen then" he scrunched up his nose a bit. "Fortunately, may I add. I´m going to be glad to leave this ship."

"Why? Afraid of salt water?" teased him Gerris Drinkwater from the other side of the cabin.

"Have you got eyes? There have been more and more cases of the Pale Mare between the sellswords of the volantene ships. I don´t want to get the sickness, so…" he stopped before someone could hear them, as they heard some steps directed to their cabin. Greenguts, as the titular of the three of them, opened it for his squires only for it to reveal the Tattered Prince. Quentyn kept a straight face, internally cursing. This could put a dent into their plans to desert the company.

"You and the other Westerossi are to take a trip for me" the man said, surprising the dornishmen. "There has been a counteroffer, a generous one, and I want to have the upper hand in case this turns against the Volantene." Counteroffer? This was strange. Who could offer a big enough counteroffer as to make the Tattered Prince turn his cloak on the Old Tiger? Maybe the Dragon Queen, if she put all her spoils to it. "You will go to Yunkai in the night to arrange a meeting with the ruler of the city."

"Understood" apparently they were lucky. They got a reunion with Daenerys Targaryen without even having to desert the company. When he told this to his uncle Oberyn…

When the night arrived, the three dornishmen along with the other westerosi got outside of the ship and, with a simple dark shift, they managed to reach the coast without being noticed by any of the volantene watchmen. Once in the shore, they were chanced on by the unsullied, who brought them to the ruler´s audience chamber. It was really large, with a throne on the centre with carved dragons and, for some reasons, wolves. Onice dark dragons with ruby eyes and snow white marfil wolves with the same stone eyes as the dragons. He didn´t have time to ponder, because trumpets sound, announcing the entrance of the city´s master. Quentyn mentally prepared himself, ready to present himself to his intended.

"All hail Jaeherys of House Targaryen, the White Dragon, prince of Yunkai!" announced a man, breaking any train of thoughts the dornishmen had. They look between themselves, not knowing what to do. Who was this Jaeherys and where did he came from? Was he even a true Targaryen or a pretender? The white dragon that flew in before the young man and his wolf evaporated any thoughts of a fake. This was the real thing, but… where did he came from?

"Rise, please" the Martell and his companions did, not knowing what else to do. Gerris Drinkwater was the first one to take a look at the young prince, whose dark brunette hair felt down his shoulders, making him look alike to… to Lyanna Stark. He immediately made the connection and growled. He was the Stark bitch´s son. Rhaegar left his little bitch pregnant and now his bastard spawn was looking at them as the ruler of Yunkai. He turned to Quentyn to try and see his reaction, but the prince of Dorne was struck completely speechless. He only stared at the man in front of him with awe. Great, now they have more problems. "I know you were probably expecting my aunt, Princess Daenerys…"

"Yes, but… there is more important business we want to address with you" Quentyn finally stopped staring at the yunkish dressed northerner and pulled out the marriage contract signed by prince Oberyn and Ser Willem Darry. "You see, I´m prince Quentyn Nymeros Martell from Dorne. Some years ago, my uncle Oberyn signed a marriage alliance with House Targaryen, betrothing my sister Princess Arianne to prince Viserys…"

"I have never heard of such alliance, but, again, there is much I don´t know about my House. May I see?" the dornish prince walked towards the northern one, trying not to make a fool out of himself. He had never shared his uncle Oberyn´s sexual preference for both sexes, having been attracted only by girls, but this boy was… lovely. There was no other way to describe him. "All seems legal… which lands us in a problem, as my aunt is already betrothed."

"And I suppose you are the lucky groom" this was getting better and better. Not just their prince was smitten with Lyanna Stark´s bastard, but this one was about to obtain a legitimization by marrying the Dragon Queen. If he did so, the Throne will undoubtedly belong to him.

"No, the groom in question is of Martell blood. You should know him, my brother Aegon" commented the boy as if it was common knowledge that the murdered prince was in fact alive. The dornish, for their part, were left with their jaws hanging. "I wonder why he never mentioned your arrival. Had he done so, I would have been prepared to host such important guests."

"Aegon? Aegon Targaryen, son of Elia?" asked Archibald Yronwood, not believing what he was hearing. Their whole plan, it could go to waste because of this surprises. Prince Doran was not going to be happy… or perhaps he would, as his nephew was actually alive. But that also meant that Aegon foolishly legitimized his bastard brother. Yes, that´s the only explanation for Jaeherys to use his father´s name instead of the bastard one.

"He was coming this way when the volantene army appeared at our doors, so if you stay, you surely will be able to deal with him in person" the brunette continued with his proper host tone, despite wanting nothing else but to flee the room. "Steward, please prepare proper accommodations for our esteemed guests while I deal with the Tattered Prince´s envoys."

"Right away, my prince" with a last look at the delicious northerner, Quentyn left the room with his guard. Jon felt the need to rub his temples in pain. First the volantene army at his door, then Aegon´s counteroffer to the head of the Windblowns and now this. The only good thing was that the dornish didn´t hate him as much as he believed or at least the news of his brother´s survival managed to calm their hate a little bit. He kept his posture otherwise, ready to deal with the sellswords.

"The Prince honours House Targaryen with his acceptance to hear our terms for a new contract" Jaeherys said, suddenly wishing to be back at Winterfell, where someone else had to deal with this kind of problems. Well, no one said that being legitimate was all sunshine and candies. With privilege came duty, that he learned well in his first weeks as a prince, and he was going to do his duty to House Targaryen. "But tell me, which are the Prince´s terms for an alliance?"

-In another place-

"I can´t believe it" Gerris Drinkwater said, drinking some wine with his companions. They were in a little solar in the guest wing of the pyramid, the three of them. Or at least the two that were still in reality, because Prince Quentyn was in cloud nine. "Lyanna Stark´s whelp here, Prince Aegon alive… King Aegon now, I suppose."

"And he is about to wed Princess Daenerys" added Yronwood, wondering how it was going to alter their plans. Well, it won´t really matter. Whether Quentyn or Aegon married the girl, Martell blood was going to be in control of the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. As for the bastard… "It was a surprise to find the Stark girl´s whelp here though."

"Oh, yes" the other sat down next to him. "But what I really want to know is how he escaped Prince Doran´s and Varys detection. That usually didn´t happen."

"It was easy to dodge them when you created a blindspot" a female voice said, as a woman entered the room. She was wearing a fitting purple dress, with a fallen star embroidered on her breast. The knights took a good look at her before recognizing her. "Of course, that only worked for Prince Jaeherys, as King Aegon was snuck out of King´s Landing by the Spider himself."

"Ashara?" asked Gerris, dumbfounded.

"Long time no see" she answered mischievously. "Not since I left to take care of King Aegon in exile."

"So you knew" the Drinkwater crossed his arms, as the eyes of the men around turned to her. "How did this happen?"

"After Rhaegar wed for the second time… yes, he did. Jaeherys is legitimate. And before you say anything, Elia knew and accepted this second marriage. She even lend her the Tower of Joy to hide during her pregnancy" Ashara took a seat by their side with all the grace of a lady at court. "The Princess liked Lady Lyanna a lot and hoped their children would grow to love each others like siblings."

"So, Aunt Elia knew" Quentyn crossed his arms. "What happened next?"

"I have just lost my own daughter when Lord Stark turned up at my doorstep with Lyanna´s corpse and her newborn in arms. I got a wetnurse for the little prince and tried to snuck him out, take him to his brother in Essos, but Lord Stark was watching him like a hawk. I couldn´t do anything for him. his lord uncle took him to Winterfell to be raised as his bastard" she sighed. "Jon Connington was already with Aegon on exile, waiting for me, and I couldn´t afford to lose more time, so I faked my death and became septa Lemore, one of Aegon´s teachers."

"Then House Martell is in debt with you and House Dayne, my lady" the prince said, bowing to the woman in thanks. "If you ever need something, just ask and we will do everything between our possibilities to help you and yours."

"Thank you, my prince" she answered the gesture, smiling. Quentyn then served two goblets of wine, giving one to the gorgeous woman. "I only did my duty to my liege lord, my friend and the Realm. My only regret was that I wasn´t able to take Jaeherys with me. What Lord Stark did with him…"

"Oh, yes, Jaeherys. I have to say it, milady, it was a surprise to find another Targaryen alive when it was supposed to be only Daenerys" "You said he was in Winterfell with his maternal family. How did he end up in his half-brother´s entourage, in Essos? I doubt Lord Stark renounced willingly to him."

"Oh, he did not. Eddard Stark was one of the Usurper´s most loyal subjects, so much that he raised his nephew to become a man of the Night´s Watch and sent him at barely fourteen to the Wall" Ashara drank some of her wine, wanting to put her hands around the dead Hand´s neck. To do such a thing to such a sweet child… "It was only thanks to the timely intervention of the wizards of Qarth that we were able to recover him."

"Really? Tell me more"

They spent the next hours talking about the boy in question. And the more he knew, the more Quentyn became entranced with the brunette prince. He raged internally when he heard about him being practically thrown out of his family´s castle towards the Wall and cheered when he heard about the reunion with his brother and aunt. By the time the Dayne told him about the conquest of Yunkai he was completely smitten.

"Lady Dayne hasn´t changed a bit" commented Gerris when the woman finally excused herself for the night. "She is loyal to those she cares about, which is good, because it includes Aegon" he turned to his companions. "But it also does Jaeherys and that could be a problem." He crossed his arms. "We should tell prince Doran about this development."

"Daenerys won´t marry me anyway, why bother my father with this?" asked the youngest man, feeling refreshed. "Dorne should support Aegon´s claim to the throne. I strongly believe that my father will see it the same way."

"Yes…" Gerris said. "But that doesn´t mean our work is done. Once we meet your cousin, we will contact your father for new directives. Hopefully talking, there will be another royal wedding soon enough."

Quentyn froze. What was he implying? Could it be that his father might betroth Arianne to that perfect prince? He couldn´t let that happen. Never.

Well, the dornish finally came. And they did it in Yunkai, as Jon stayed there and they reached this city first. Another thing... I didn´t mean to write Quentyn as bisexual, it was a flash of inspiration that assaulted me in the last moment. If you don´t like it, ignore it. But there will be more of the dornish from now, be sure of this. Review!