Hello! Here is another chapter of Wizard´s Mistake. Hope you like it!

"This is getting more and more troublesome" commented Jon as he read Mossador´s last report. Last night there have been at least three attacks on his Unsullied soldiers and while only one was successful (two men getting out of a brothel), the amount of Sons of the Harpy in the city to perpetrate them have to be considering. "Do any of the attackers get out of there alive?"

"Asher managed to hold onto one with his last strength until we arrived" his captain of guard and personal bodyguard said, keeping his straight face as the prince put down the papers. He was so tired of this situation, so much. "And the Princess is having similar problems. The Sons of the Harpy swarms her city too, killing freedmen with the help of Volantis and the nobles trying to push her towards a marriage to one of their own."

"She will marry Aegon, that was never in question"

"They also want her to help them take you down. Call you the Mad Bastard… with all due respect" Jon sighed. He preferred the other names his men gave him. The Dragonknight reborn might be a little bit exaggerated, but Jaeherys Whiteflame or Dragonwolf didn´t sound too bad. Not at all. "Also, there were some letters from Lord Connington to you about the ladies he considered as candidates for your marriage."

"Oh, burn them all" he said quoting the Mad King. "I don´t want to hear more about weddings or ladies until my brother is finally married. I already have enough with the girls going after my maidenhead here. Let´s go spar a few minutes in the yard instead."

"Are you sure, my prince?"

"Yes, I need to distract myself a bit" he said, picking up his sword. It was an exact replica of his Valyrian steel one, just in normal metal and blunted, specially from training. Staring at it always made him think about the original one… and the guilt he felt for failing it´s previous owner. The Old Bear… Longclaw was meaning to be the Mormont´s ancient sword and perhaps he should return it to Ser Jorah, but it has served him so well, feeling like an extension of his arms, that he couldn´t give it away. Maybe he should do something else to shake those feelings away from him. "Okay, simple sword training today."

"As you wish" Mossador raised his own sword, making a gesture to begin the fight. Jon attacked and ducked, for a second imagining himself back in Winterfell with his brothers and Theon, training under the severe look of Ser Rodrik Cassel. Unfortunately for him, the Unsullied was stronger than even the old master of arms. He found himself on the ground, as every time he duelled his bodyguard. "You are getting better, my prince."

"I don´t feel like that" the boy said, getting up with the eunuch´s help. "Normally I would win all the fights in the training yard, even with multiple opponents." He stared at the weapon in his hand, specially forged for him. "Guess I´m getting soft with all the inactivity."

"Or it´s just the difference of skill" offered the other, frowning. "Tell me, who were your former training partners? Were they seasoned warriors?"

"No, they were my older brother… cousin, I mean… my uncle´s ward… a total useless unless you gave him a bow… and a couple of trainees" the northerner caught what the Naathi was trying to say. Unsullied were warriors without compare, so it was very likely that someone like him, skilled despite only training with boys his age, wouldn´t even make them sweat. "I guess I need more training."

"You are doing excellent, my prince"

"I still think I should train more, we will soon be facing Volantis and it would be better for me to get better, because there is no way I´m staying behind with the commanders" he said in a serious tone. "I´m going to fight with my men, Mossador, that´s final."

"Then you should have a better training companion, my prince" Quentyn and company suddenly appeared in the training yard. The two older knights seemed really uncomfortable in the presence of the Targaryen prince, so they avoided him, but sometimes they couldn´t do that. After all, their young charge seemed to have taken such an interest in the governor of Yunkai that he followed the man everywhere.

"Are you volunteering yourself, my prince?" answered the dragon, raising his sword. Willing to presume his abilities with the spear, the Martell entered the ring, preparing to show him how a true knight fought. The unsullied bodyguard looked at his own charge before leaving the place at an order from the brunette. The two youths encircled them, sword and spear ready.

"Ten stags to Quentyn" whispered Drinkwater after seeing the first clash. For a person fighting sword against spear, a larger reach weapon, the dragon was doing very well, but the dornish was trained by Lord Yronwood and re trained by the Red Viper of Dorne. He was going to be a difficult, if not impossible to defeat with a sword.

"Cheater, that´s an easy win" Archibald said, watching the two teens exchange more blows. He had to admit it, Jaeherys was good. Had he grown up in the Red Keep as a prince of the Realm, he would already be an impressive tourney knight… and that hurt dornish pride even more. That Lyanna Stark managed to give Rhaegar such a skilled child despite her rather questionable position… it seemed to him like another insult to their dear princess Elia. He knew he still had to see King Aegon and his fighting capacities but…

"My Prince! News from the King´s Party!" one of his advisors interrupted just when he was about to break Quentyn´s spear with his blunted blade. The man handed him a paper, which he read carefully with the Dornishmen trying to spy over his shoulder. When he finished, he couldn´t believe it.

"His Grace is arriving today, the same with my aunt. Seems you are getting your audience with princess Daenerys earlier than I believed" he said, crumbling the note. The dornish prince seemed a little disappointed, but carefully hid it. He was trained to be a skilled diplomatic after all, and knew how to deal with royals. "And, according to Lord Connington´s informants, there has been a slave revolt in Volantis. We should expect the blockage to be on retreat to suffocate it."

"The Tattered Prince should know about this" commented Ser Gerris.

"Of course, he will be informed. This retreat is just the opportunity we were waiting for to get rid of the volantene forces for good" Jaeherys sighed. "But, with the King here, he will be the one dealing with the Windblowns, not me" he left his sword in the rack. "I have to make sure everything is ready to receive his Grace. Good day, prince Quentyn."

"Good day to you too" once out of sight, Jon congratulated himself in his increasing diplomatic skills. Not only have he avoided an incident with Dorne, he also managed to keep a city under siege and the traitors inside it in control. Not bad for a boy raised as a northern bastard, no? Well… he had the education of a lord thanks to his uncle´s promise or guilt… possibly the latest, but he wasn´t about to dig deep into that. He had enough issues with the man to wake up more. And now that he was dead… better not to get into that.

"My Prince?" Quentyn´s voice returned him to reality really quickly. The dornishmen were looking at him with an interested face, specially the Martell, as if wanting to know where his mind was. "Are you listening to me, my prince?"

"Yes, yes, Prince Quentyn" the northern answered, trying to smile at his guests. "Forgive me, but I was making a list about what is going to be needed to receive the king."

"Oh, I´m sure my cousin isn´t expecting a grand welcome considering the circumstances. After all, living under siege is difficult even for the sturdiest of lords" the other boy tried to grab his hand to show his support, but Jaeherys moved it away. He was starting to get strange ideas about the other, which the spar intensified, and didn´t want to offend the boy. Or hurt his feelings. "Anyway, we will deliver the message to the Windblowns to attack the retreating volantene fleet and return to speak with cousin Aegon" he bowed before adding. "I have heard so many things about him as a babe that I´m impatient to see him as an adult."

"I´m sure he is impatient too" Jon saw the three dornish knights leave for their boat. Then he returned to the pyramid with Mossador. Just in time, because Aegon appeared at their doors a few minutes later, with Jon Connington and Rhaegal following close. The dragon had grown a lot, more than Viserion, in those few months apart. So much that they couldn´t travel in their owner´s shoulders anymore.

"Brother!" Aegon greeted enthusiastically, embracing him. "I was beginning to think that I imagined our family. With all the time we used to spend together before…" he shook his head. "Thanks the gods everything in Astapor is going okay, because I couldn´t stop thinking about what you and Daenerys are going through in your respective cities…"

"Wasn´t there a slave revolt in Astapor?"

"Yes, that… Lord Connington suffocated Cleon´s revolution before it even really started, so I didn´t really feel it" the older Targaryen shrugged it off, putting his arm around his little brother. "But what I really want to heard it´s about you. You got the most problems!" he said. "I mean, Dany had troubles with the Sons of the Harpy hounding his Unsullied, but she wasn´t ambushed by my dornish family. Tell me, were they nice to you?"

"Yes, but perhaps we should take this to my private solar. There is eyes and ears everywhere in this place" Jon said before going inside the pyramid. Once in the private solar, with cups of Arbour Gold in their hands, the two brothers finally sat down to talk seriously. "Okay, now we are in private, what happened? And don´t tell it was nothing, because the news reached here."

"As I said, it wasn´t as terrible as it seemed. This butcher named Cleon believed he could take power from me, but ended up being trounced after a few weeks by Griff" Aegon answered, without giving it much thought. "A few former slaves that were threated goof by their masters tried to emulate him with the same results, even a second Cleon, but apart from that, Astapor is peaceful."

"You should watch your back, brother, the Throne is not peaceful for anyone on it" Jon advised. He didn´t mention that he worried the double, as he had two older brothers in a similar position to worry about, one King of Slaver´s Bay and one King in the North. "Anyway, there is not much to report here either. The Sons were a problem, but the executions got them under control… or so I think" he sighed. "Guess the news from Volantis arrived just in time, I wouldn´t want to do it twice."

"And my dornish cousin?"

"Prince Quentyn has not been anything less of charming during his stay here" informed the younger Targaryen, lowering his gaze a bit. "Besides expressing his wishes to marry your betrothed, of course" the king frowned, trying to picture that. "But he took the news of your compromise well and has been nothing but a gracious guest."

"Really?" Aegon couldn´t believe it. His family on the other side of the sea were known for their bad opinion on his half-brother´s mother, so he couldn't believe that a cousin of him, direct family of the wronged Princess Elia, was really so good with Lyanna Stark´s son. "If there is something…"

"No, seriously, prince Quentyn and his companions didn´t give us a problem. The servants can give you the full report if you want one, but they will say the same as me" even with those assurances, the older dragon was not convinced. Perhaps it was only his paranoid mind, perhaps the prince was plotting something… he didn´t know, but he was surely going to find out. After all, the duty of an older brother was to take care of his younger sibling, right? "And… has Daenerys come with you?"

"No, she is making her way from Meereen on her own now" he took the detour gladly, as he didn´t want to ponder on his mother´s family right now. "Her and Drogon, who according to her is almost the adequate size to be rode."

"By her perhaps, as she is lighter than us" the both of them laughed like children, turning to have a more enjoyable conversation as they drank their way through the bottle of Arbour Gold. Jon Connington, for his part, was trying to make sense of what he heard from Prince Jaeherys mouth. A Martell being nice to Lyanna Stark´s son? No, there was something more there and he was going to find out. No one was going to touch his Silver Prince´s sons, over his dead body…

-A few days later-

"Be welcome, esteemed visitors, to Yunkai" Aegon said to the dornish knights, eyeing the newly returned westerosi. Jaeherys, for his part, stood by the side, analysing his brother and the Martell. There were indeed some familiar resemblance between them, initiating with the olive tinted skin and similar fascial structures. The king went directly towards the prince. "Cousin, I´m glad to finally meet a member of my mother´s family. Hope we can be good friends and allies."

"Me too, cousin" Quentyn answered, reciprocating the feeling, then getting down to business. "I´m sure your brother already informed you about the deal made by your aunt´s guardian Ser Willam and our uncle Oberyn about an alliance between House Targaryen and House Martell. The original contract, sealed under the watchful eyes of the Sealord of Braavos, said that your uncle Viserys would marry my sister Arianne when of age…"

"As I see, the contract is not valid now that one of the pair is dead" said Jon Connington, intervening before Aegon could even open his mouth. The King threw his Hand a harsh look before turning to his cousin again, but this one was already answering.

"Yes, and that´s why my father decided to change the terms of the deal and offer a marriage between Princess Daenerys and myself to seal the alliance. Right then, we believed her to be the only survivor of your Great House…"

"The Princess is already betrothed to me, Prince Quentyn, for dynastic reasons and I don't believe dissolving such an important match is the right thing to do. Even for an alliance with Dorne" the silver haired boy finally managed to talk. "Anyway, as we shared the same blood, I believed that was enough to make us allies."

"My father will like to ensure that dornish blood will take the Throne" signalled the dornish knight, biting his lip. "I have already sent him a missive, detailing him our findings and we have yet to see an answer, but I´m sure he will be delighted to receive his sister´s son in Sunspear to renegotiate the terms…"

"Are you offering us safe port in Westeros, Prince Quentyn?"

"My Prince…" Ser Gerris Drinkwater tried to stop him. Prince Doran will surely receive his nephew to negotiate the terms of the alliance now that Viserys was dead and Daenerys betrothed, but he wouldn´t be happy to see an entire fleet of warriors using his ports as launch point to invade Westeros. Not without the correct incentive. "You should probably talk to your father before you promise anything…"

"I know what I´m doing" the other interrupted him. "Of course, to avoid attracting any unnecessary attention, only one ship carrying the royal family will be allowed to take port before the negotiations are finished" added Quentyn, taking a look at Jaeherys, imagining him in the thin silks the dornish were so partial to. Some vapid purple would surely look good on him. "It is just a precaution, House Martell doesn´t want to drag the attention of the Usurper towards it."

"The Usurper? I heard Robert Baratheon is already dead."

"But the Lannister spawn his wife passed as his son reigns from your Throne"

"With your uncle as a member of the Small Council, according to our informants" intervened again Lord Connington, getting more and more tired of this vipers. He remembered those grabbing desert snakes too well from his time at court, so much that it didn´t amuse him having to do so again. "And the Lannister bastard currently in your care."

"She is being treated well… for the moment." Said Quentyn, despite not knowing how the girl was at the moment. "Our father never had the intention of letting her marry one of our own, but such an opportunity shouldn´t be ignored. You know well that a good hostage could easily turn the tides during a war."

"Returning to your uncle Oberyn…"

"My uncle was sent to prepare the terrain for a War. Besides, a troublemaker in their council can very well work in our benefit."

"If he is able to control them" Aegon shrugged. "I will think about your offer. In the meantime, please let me entertain you with the attractions I brought from Astapor" the boy clapped twice and suddenly some acrobatic dancers made entrance, doing complicated and nearly impossible sommersaults. Something even the boy king was impressed by. "Woow, aren´t they fantastic?"

"Indeed, your Grace." They stayed for a few minutes later, until the dornishmen got distracted. Then the redhead discretely tapped on the boy´s shoulder. "A word, please?" asked the Hand, exiting the room towards a private solar the two knew very well. Seconds later, the silver haired teen joined him. "Weren´t you followed?"

"No, and I hope you can explain this. I have just left my guests without an explanation, something unworthy of a king…"

"I´m sure you will be forgiven. This dornishmen are rather lax with the etiquette, they surely won´t mind you being absent from their welcome" they both sat down, ready to discuss the issue at hand. "I´m sure your uncle Doran will ask for a great price in exchange for his cooperation. Namely, Prince Jaeherys hand in marriage for his daughter."

"I thought their negative opinion on Lyanna Stark would prevent that" the boy said, drinking a bit. "Anyway, I´m sure my brother will do his duty if that comes to happen, but we will try to renegotiate first. There are bigger fishes to catch and, as I´m getting married, my brother´s betrothal is our best card to play."

"Prince Doran will be difficult, we might need some ammunition to make him cooperate" the redhead stretched a bit. "Princess Arianne is known for being very lax with her favours, there won´t be trouble to find something to use against her."

"I wouldn´t want thing to come to that. Won´t my uncle cooperate without any blackmail?"

"Maybe, but he might want to make the most of our current situation" he sighed. "Anyway that shouldn´t be worrying us right now. What are you going to do about the volantene fleet in retreat?"

"After I finish with this, we will go to Volantis. The Fiery Hand, leader of the red priests and the freed slaves, invited us to his temple to talk about a certain prophecy my father was said to be fond of" Jon Connington rolled his eyes, remembering Rhaegar´s monologues about the damn prophecy. "After our interview with the High Priest and recruitment between the freed slaves, we will go deal with uncle Doran in secret."

"Are you sure you want to head to Westeros right now? The War of the Five Kings is still raging in full force, we should wait until the armies had exhausted each other…"

"What is there to wait? Renly Baratheon is dead, his forces split between his brother and the pretender on my throne. Stannis lost a mayor battle and is licking his wounds on Dragonstone. Robb Stark is slowly losing his war despite winning all his battles and Ballon Greyjoy is pillaging the North. I can´t leave things like this" he joined his hands. "Once in Westeros, I will be easy to sway more people to our cause. You said the Tyrells could be swayed."

"Only if we offer them the right price. And with Margaery set to be Joffrey´s Queen, it will be difficult."

"If only the dragons were a bit bigger…"

"They will get bigger, give them time" advised Jon Connington, ruffling his hair. "When they are bigger, we will go to Westeros and no one will ever think of crossing you. No one."

"Then let´s hope the trip to Volantis is enough time."

And, Ladies and Gentlemen, the escene has moved to Yunkai. The Sons of the Harpy are in a desperate situation, what are they going to do to get rid of the Targaryens without volantene help? The dragons are also growing a lot, being nearly of ridding size now. And Quentyn... Jon will ever get his message? Anyway, the day of the departure to Westeros is getting closer and closer. Will they arrive on time? Will their arrival save Oberyn and Robb? Review!