Ever south, the mighty Queen in the North and Trident marched inexorably with her host. Once her mother convinced Renly to abandon Storm's End and sail for the capital, she would ride into the Crownlands and take Duskendale and Rosby.

She received a raven that Renly was indeed marching to take King's Landing and had smashed his elder brother's army outside of Storm's End.

Joanna entered her tent. "Rose?"

"King Renly's marching. We've got them. One last battle and Tywin will make a last stand at the walls. We're gonna get Sansa and Arya back."

"And Lord Tywin?"

"He rode off from Harrenhal last night. I bet he was shitting gold."

Rose and Joanna both erupted into laughter. Joanna cuddled her, and felt her sister's breasts heaving. Rose blushed. I can't...we can't...

"Mother will be quite mad with us. What would she say? Stark ladies don't act like fools."

"Your mother is a strong woman...she'll be fine."

"I hope so, Jo."

Joanna grinned, then stared at her sister's lips.

"You're so beautiful, Rose." she whispered. "That Frey boy is so lucky."

"You...you don't want me to marry that Frey boy..."

"I don't want you to marry anyone." the younger girl's voice barely a whisper. Rose felt her hot breath on her neck and shivered. It was wrong. It was disgusting. It was going to lose them the Frey army. Yet she still leaned in, licking her lips at the sight of Joanna's red soft lips.

Al of a sudden, however, a horn sounded.

"My queen! We have intruders!"

Rose put her armor back on, and grabbed her sword, hurrying to the entrance to the camp. But shock fell upon her face when she saw the identity of one of the new arrivals.

Oh Gods...

"A-Arya?"

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Arya's home. Arya is home. That meant...only Sansa remained trapped in the capital and she was marching south to get her.

Rose surged forward and captured her baby sister in a tight glomp. Arya giggled tiredly; no doubt exhausted from her escape.

"Aye, elder sister! It's me!"

"How did you-"

"Escape? One of the men of the Night's Watch made me pose as a boy. Then I was taken to Harrenhal where I escaped again thanks to Jaqen, a Braavosi. Then the Brotherhood sold me to you, when your army approached their position. I'm going to kill them all."

"There's time to kill our enemies, dear sister. I'm marching south to take Joffrey's head and save Sansa."

"I'm sorry..." Arya looked down, ashamed.

"What do you have to be sorry for? Father? We will avenge him together. Go get yourself cleaned up."

"Arya?" Joanna had appeared. Arya leaped forward and cuddled her favorite bastard sister.

"Jo!" She squealed. "I never forgot to stick them with the pointy end!"

"I never forgot to protect Rose." Joanna said, echoing Arya's last request before they left. "Now don't ever leave my sight again."

Arya shook her head, burying her cheek into Joanna's breasts. Rose couldn't help her tang of jealousy.

"Where did Tywin go? When I escaped, I heard him say he was going to attack you."

"He's gone south to protect the capital from King Renly. I am coming down from the North with 30 000 men. The pressure is off with the Riverlords, so they're joining up with me for the final battle up the walls.

Least of our strength is a secondary army I'm raising in the North to protect Beth and Ricka. I sent Ser Rodrick to muster them at Winterfell. They will march to White Harbor and join us in the south in three days. Don't worry. I ordered him to leave behind a garrison. Theon went south with Mother to secure our alliance with King Renly. She'll be back soon." I hope.

"I am just happy I'm with you again, Rose." The queen smiled and kissed the princess on the forehead.

"Listen Arya, I know you have never been much of a lady..."

"What?" Arya hissed.

"But... It's adult time, Arya. You are going to be a princess. It is your birthright! If I fall..."

"Rose-" Joanna started.

"If I fall, and Sansa remains a hostage, you are next in line to the Northern throne. I must start thinking about the possibility that we will lose this war and die the way Father and Grandfather died."

Arya seemed to hesitate but nod reluctantly.

"We need to save Sansa. And Mother if she's in trouble."

"I know. I'm sorry, Rose."

"There is nothing to forgive, Arya."

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The whole camp celebrated at Princess Arya's return. Princess Sansa was still trapped but they had Tywin outnumbered and outmatched in both horse and foot.

Rose received a raven that Renly was planning to march on the capital in three days. Rose's host moved through the Golden Tooth, cleared by the massacre at Oxcross, and defeated any resistance there. Her generals insisted they attack Tywin before Renly, confident in their abilities and numbers, but Rose ordered them to wait for the reinforcements from White Harbor. She would have told them to keep going south if not for another raven, that warned them all about a wildling host marching south to attack the Wall.

The Dance of Stags, as many call this war, may have to be put on hold, thought Rose, if what's beyond the Wall gets through. Renly can defeat Tywin on his own if I let him have my Riverlords and send Uncle Blackfish with them. But I have to save Sansa.

Beth or Sansa. North or South. The decision weighed heavily on her.

To the Greatjon she said, "Tell the Lord Commander I will be there to help as soon as I can. Ser Rodrick stays in Winterfell and commands the garrison there. He is not to let my sisters leave his sight."

"Aye, Your Grace. I will see it done."

"I have more than enough men to destroy both Tywin and the wildlings. I only worry..."

"About what?"

"What they're running from. This raven says that it's not one clan coming after us. It's all of them."

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Arya bathed and cleaned herself up, then put herself into a Father-style leather tunic, Needle strapped to her waist. She blushed, admiring how Arya's budding breasts jutted out slightly. Stop thinking about that, Rose. Seven hells.

Rose threw her face into her hands with worry. She glanced and saw her half-sister standing there, armoured, with her sword in her belt. She was queen of half of Westeros, had a monster army of 30 000 men, allied with Renly's 100 000 and could have any man she wished, yet she wanted her little sisters.

I'm so fucked.

"I'll shove this up Tywin's bunghole!" Arya yelled.

"Arya, I will speak with you later. Get some rest for now."

Joanna interjected, "Don't kick her out. She's just excited to kill Lannisters."

"You want to kill Lannisters."

"Very much so, sweet sister. How are you?"

"I have no idea whether to march north or south! Our little sister's a hostage of the Lannisters. I have no idea whether to bend the knee to Renly or fight him…and I have no idea if I should kiss you or not!" Rose screamed.

"You're marrying that boy for a bridge. I hope it was an important bridge."

Rose threw her hands up, "Oh...fuck the bridge."

Jo surged forward, knocking over a sword racket, and planted her soft lips upon her half sister.