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Jon Arryn lowered the letter when he finished reading for the fifth time. Could it be? He had to hasten his plans if this was real. The Targaryen Dynasty must be ended now, before he lost all his hopes of ever overthrow them. And what an effort it was! Much more now that he had practically lost the Tullys due to Brandon Stark´s stupidity and Jaime Lannister´s hasty decision to join the Kingsguard. No matter, no matter. One short letter to Hoster and new terms of alliance would have been stablished. For now, he only needed to inform his wards of this and he would have an instant war in the brewing. And he intended to win.

"Jon, why did you call us?" Ned asked as soon as he and Robert entered his solar. He was still uncomfortable for having to search for his friend inside a brothel, where all the whores tried to tempt him into their beds. Luckily, the boy was honourable enough to deny their attentions. "Has something happened?"

"Indeed, dear Ned. Come, take a look at this. And I warn you, it might be painful news for you" the young Stark walked to the front and grabbed the letter. Tears started to appear in his eyes by the part where it was explained that his father and brother were executed by the Mad King. "I´m sorry it has to be this way, but you are the new Lord of Winterfell now."

"Congratulations, Ned!" Robert said before thinking about what this would mean, earning a glare from his foster father. His friend only stayed frozen on the spot. "Oh, yes, that. Sorry your father died, friend, that sucks."

"Not only my father, but Brandon… Brandon was executed too… by… by the Mad King" he tried to brush the tears off, but they continued to flow. He simply couldn´t stop them! "Robert, he is demanding our heads to be sent to King´s Landing for him. Aerys is even sending a member of his own family to make sure it´s done!"

"But… but that can´t happen. Jon is not going to let them take our heads" he turned to his foster father, who was sitting near them. "Right, Jon?"

"Of course not, my boy, but we will have to be careful. The King is not known for forgiving those who had angered him. This will put the Vale and possibly the North and the Stormlands into a difficult position."

"What difficult position?" the raven asked without understanding.

"Open Rebellion" the Valeman answered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If you want to keep your heads after something like this, there will definitely need to be a Rebellion. Aerys won´t tolerate disobedience, not even with a sword pointing to his neck. The bloody madman" he shook his head. "No, there will need to be a new King, a sane one."

"So… Rhaegar must be placed into position?"

"No, the Targaryens have lasted enough as it was. It´s time for a new dynasty to emerge from the cinders of the old one" he turned to Robert. "I have raised you the best I can, Robert, and will be proud to call you my king. Just say the words and the swords of the Vale are yours. Together, we will overthrow the blasted Targaryens and their allies."

"Jon, you…"

"I don´t want to" the Stormlord said, very serious. "I have enough with the Stormlands, why would I want to rule over all the continent? There is so much work to do and not enough time for pleasures in the life of a King" he smiled suddenly, as if he had just thought something funny. "Wonder if that turned Old Aerys crazy."

"Robert, this is not a game" Jon Arryn tried to reason with his bratty ward. Robert had always been difficult, yes, but his boisterous personality should have made it easier for him to accept the throne. In fact, his foster father was confiding in this. "You and Ned could lose your lives, you families too…"

"Bah, Aerys only wants us, no? And Stannis and Renly can take care of themselves" the raven continued, not wanting the responsibilities that would come with a crown. "Look, I get it, okay? We need to rebel so the old goat doesn´t behead both ned and me, but isn´t there another candidate? From what I heard, Rhaegar is perfectly sane, he can take charge as he has been trained for…"

"Rhaegar is not perfectly sane, he is a monster like his father" the Lord of the Eyrie in a dark tone. He didn´t want to play this card, especially because he knew that there was a danger that, if she survived, the girl would reveal the lie, but… "Tell me, Robert, why do you think Lord Rickard risked the trip to King´s Landing, knowing what could happen to him?"

"Because Bran was there and in the Black…"

"And why was Lord Brandon there?" Ned was also listening carefully now, trying to learn the reason his family was murdered.

"For the Love of the Gods, Jon, tell everything already! We can´t be all day answering meaningless questions!"

"Fine" the Valeman joined his hands. "He was there because, in the middle of the final preparations for his wedding to Catelyn Tully, the boy heard that his sister, who came with him, had disappeared" Ned´s heart stopped. Lyanna disappeared? "She was last seen in company of a mysterious silver haired companion with a dark cloak, one that a servant and later Brynden Tully identified as Rhaegar Targaryen."

"Wait, you mean that…"

"Yes, the reason Brandon Stark went to his death in King´s Landing was that your betrothed, Lady Lyanna Stark, and his sister was abducted by the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. He and his companions went to demand her back from Rhaegar and threatened his life. And for that they were thrown into the Black Cells and tortured by Aerys."

"Gods…" the Stark´s eyes widened when he heard the name of his sister. Just how much family was he going to lose because of the Targaryens?

"What?! Rhaegar disappeared with Lyanna?! WITH MY LYANNA?!" the Stormlord began to scream, something he was really good at. "What did he do to her?"

"I can only speculate, but the Lady was last seen struggling and screaming, so I could only think that… he raped her. And probably still is" Jon Arryn prayed for the two lords to believe his history. "It wouldn´t surprise me, as he demonstrated to be more like his father than we believed."

"HE IS WHAT?!" yes, Robert Baratheon just bit his bait. "I will kill him. I will kill him and his damn family for this. So their damn madness would never touch Westeros again!" he turned to the old man. "Where are they Jon? Where did that madman take my betrothed?"

"I don´t know, Robert, no one does. You can try asking any of the knights loyal to him once this is over, once… once the Targaryen Dynasty has found it´s end. You will have to wait some time, as you didn´t want to claim the crown, and the new king might not be inclined to help you in any case…"

"Then I will be King! Like you said!" finally they were getting somewhere. The Lord of the Eyrie nodded and put on a smile of contempt. "Now, how are we going to go on? You said they were sending some dragonspawn to see Ned´s and mine executions. Is it Rhaegar himself?! I don´t think it´s Viserys, he is still a kid…"

"We shouldn´t worry about that, Jon must have planned something."

"Of course I have, my boy, don´t care about that. I have already ordered Ser Justin Waynwood to close the bloody Gate and to the Royces to fortify the surrounding castles, besides, of course, calling my banners. You are going to be safe here." He patted assured them. "Maglor Targaryen is not going to get anything here."

"Maglor Targaryen, eh?" Ned frowned. He didn´t know much about the man in question, but… well… "I remember seeing him in the Tourney at Harrenhal, but not much more. Tell me, Jon, what do you know of him?"

"I… think he is a great musician" the Valeman answered, not knowing what else to say.

Jon Arryn was not the first Lord to call the man by the Targaryen name. He was so absolutely loyal to them and their blood, besides sharing and surpassing their fabled beauty, that it was very hard not to think about him as part of their family. So the lords started to call him by that name, so, despite his efforts, it stuck. More than one king found it funny. The Lord of the Eyrie had seen him first time as a young child, when Jasper Arryn took his heir to meet the royals. When he first laid eyes on the informal advisor of Aegon V, he thought how could a man be so beautiful, but then shook those thoughts away. He couldn´t think that way. The second time he saw the raven was at the festivities of the War of the Ninepenny Kings. He looked worn out and red eyed from crying despite the victory, in the arms of a mysterious silver haired man, but which really surprised him was that he hadn´t aged a day since they met each other. Jon was an adult by then and Maglor… Maglor looked as youthful as his nephew Elbert. Depressed but youthful. By then, despite Jaeherys best efforts, Jon was convinced that the Targaryens should go and started planning their downfall with some Lords. But he needed more help, so he turned to the maesters. He wasn´t having much luck until he came by Theobald and his followers, who were glad to help him in exchange of Maglor´s and his lover´s bodies. Preferably alive bodies. Apparently they were interested in their longevity. So, by selling Maglor, he got nearly everything he needed. And right now was the best time to fulfil his promise to Theobald… too bad he had more urgent matters.

"The first thing we need is to get you two to Gulltown, from where you can return to your own lands and call your banners" he instructed after a moment of silence. "I have sent a raven to Lord Marq Graffton, so he could have a ship ready for you to sail…"

"Lord Marq Graffton… I remember him" Robert said with distaste. "He practically kissed mad goat Aerys´ feet during the Grand Tourney. Don´t trust him, Jon."

"He is my bannerman, I have known him for many years, he is a loyal valeman. He will do as I said" the Lord of the Eyrie answered. "But in case, he doesn´t, I will be backed by an army as I entered Gulltown."

"Jon… I don´t like it. We would be started the war before time and reduce the amount of men our army had in hand. Wouldn´t be better to take the ship from the Fingers?" Ned proposed, as he wasn´t really convinced this was the best strategy. "That way, we will dodge the loyalists and avoid getting our forces damaged before confronting the Targaryens."

"Ned, the travel through the Mountains of the Moon are dangerous. Besides, even if the ship manages to sail from the Fingers towards the Stormlands or the North, the voyage is still too dangerous due the unpredictable weather and traitorous waters around that place" the Valeman insisted. "You should take my counsel on that."

"I will, I will accompany you to Gulltown, but once we arrive, if Lord Graffton hasn´t accepted your orders and opened the town for us, I will take the Mountains route" he sighed. "Don´t worry, something tells me that everything is going to be fine."

"Ned, you are not one to leave it to luck, what happened to you?"

"Hey, he is just having fun, leave him be!" Robert patted his friend on the back. "I will take the route through Gulltown, then! Sounds like the safest one and I would be dammed if I die the same way as my parents and leave that sourpuss Stannis as Lord of the Stormlands."

"Robert, be more serious. You are going to be a king!"

"But I´m not one yet! So I can do what I want!" he grabbed Ned as if the northman was a doll. "Cheer up, Ned! Your sister will be a queen! Isn´t that great?!"

"Robert…"

"I know, I know, you are worried. But don´t be, Lyanna is going to be good with me. I will give her whatever time she needs to heal from everything that bastard has done to her." The Stormlord said in a very disrespectful way. "And then we will get married, making you and me the brothers we always say we are!"

Jon Arryn was not so sure. Lyanna Stark would probably rip her betrothed's eyes off with her nails after hearing what he did to her lover. Anyway, it didn´t matter, he had already thought of a replacement for her. And the North won´t complain, as the girl herself would have dug her own grave. Besides, Robert scarcely cared for anything else but the physical beauty in his women and Cersei Lannister was said to be the most beautiful woman in the whole Westeros. The new king wouldn´t complain about marrying her.

Now, if he only can get his hands on Maglor Targaryen and his sword swallowing lover…

-In the way to the Eyrie-

Maglor galloped along with a squad of knights from the Crownlands and Jonothor Darry towards the Eyrie at top speed. And, while doing so, remembering his farewell to Daeron. It had been a heartfelt, private thing in the port from where he was going to depart to Essos. And their conversations circulated around their departure to the West once the possible Rebellion thing was solved… and Rhaegar. Hummm, Rhaegar.

It was not that Targaryens as a whole weren´t special to him, because they were, but… Rhaegar was special to both of them. They had helped Rhaella birth him just outside Summerhall, when the tragedy stroke. The two of them… together. Maybe that was the reason the Queen named him like that, Elendil, before even Aerys got the chance to give him his ataressë. Friend of elves indeed… But, as aptly named as the boy was because of his friendship with both a sinda and a noldo, maybe they should have named him another thing. Elendil, despite his doubts about elves, was a sensible, down to earth man. Rhaegar, his namesake was… not. He would have been aptly named as Ólar or even Beren. Well, not Beren, not with Daeron present.

"Can I ask you a question, Lord Maglor?" Ser Jonothor said in one of their stops.

"Yes, if you may, Ser Jonothor"

"Exactly how old are you?" the elf shook his head. Between all the things he could ask. "I apologize if it´s a sensible question, but the people are constantly talking about how well preserved you are, even elder people like Lord Arryn. They started to ask questions and make bets…"

"And how much did you bet?"

"Not much, just… a few gold dragons" the knight lowered his head. "You don´t have to answer if you want."

"Well" how to tell him that he was old enough to have seen the sun and moon rise on the sky? "I came here from Valyria with Aenar Targaryen, if that´s helpful."

"NO! No one can be that old!" he laughed, happy. With Aerys as King he rarely had those moments when he could laugh like that.

Anyway, they kept galloping for a few days, until they arrived the Gates of the Moon, where he demanded to be let in by the Name of the King. As a member of the King´s Small Council, even an informal one, he had the authority to demand to be let in at whatever castle he arrived. He was more than surprised when the knight guarding the door refused his order./p
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"No, we don´t obey YOUR King anymore. The Vale of Arryn has a new King to bow to"

"A new…" it stroke him like a thunder sent by Eru himself. Robert. After the realization he started to yell profanities in quenya, Sindarin and valyrian, so many that the knights accompanying him were surprised. Never had the softly spoken advisor ever used such language. He just continued, feeling fury bubble inside of him. That Viper Arryn had put his children one against another. Damn him, damn him to Angband and back. "Let´s go back."

"But, my lord…"

"Ser Jonothor" the voice of the elf stopped the knight cold. "We need to get back and inform King Aerys as soon as we can. We need to crush the Rebellion now that it´s on it´s first leg, it should be easy, but if we let it progress… I don´t even want to think about it." He made the horse go faster. "With the alliances they had made, we might end up losing."

"My lord…"

"We have to get back and call the banners, whoever might fight for us… watch out!" the scream was enough to put Ser Jonothor under guard before bandits fell upon them. Wait, bandits? They were too well armed to be bandits or clansmen. They couldn´t be anything but…

"Knights of the Vale" the Kingsguard cursed and tried to reach Maglor as soon as he could. The man was proficient on the training ground, that he knew, but on the battlefield he wouldn´t… wait, he was faring better than he would think. Too much, even. And with double blades! He… he could be even better at swords than the best of his brothers, Ser Arthur Dayne. In the end, the raven was standing in the middle of several puddles of blood, the swords dripping red. "Are you alright, Lord Maglor?"

"I´m fine" the elf moved his sword, spraying blood everywhere before putting them back on their sheaths. "I have more experience with killing than any of you brats could tell. That I´m of use it´s the only good thing about that" He sighed, walking towards one of the attackers, who was still alive. "You, tell us what you know."

"Over my…"

"You will tell us all and, by the time I have gotten through with you, you are going to wish you have been cooperative."

"Damn freak" he coughed up blood. "Did you really think you can walk around the palace with your damn eternal youth and your abnormal lover and no one will take notice of that? In either of you?" he glared. "People would murder to put their hands on the source of your youth."

"Good luck about that" Makalaurë said, his eyes hardening. These people were not only after the Targaryens, but after himself and Daeron. He stopped caring about himself a long time ago, but Daeron… Daeron and his children had to survive.

-In the Isle of Faces-

"It´s a shame there was no baby on the way" Lyanna said, picking up a basket. She smiled as her husband embraced her from behind, enjoying the contact between their bodies. The woman would actually enjoy it more if he were inside of her, but she couldn´t have everything. "But soon, maybe…"

"You sound as if you are happy that we didn´t conceive" Rhaegar answered, picking his harp´s strings with a mastery that only one who learn from two great bards would have. "Didn´t you want to call him Jon? Or her Lyarra?"

"Yes, that would be fine" the girl answered. She was in no real rush to become a mother, but if so the gods decided… so be it. "What was that love song you told me about? The one where the woman saves her beloved? I want to hear it."

"The Lay of Beren and Luthien? It´s not your usual style of song" the silver haired prince started to produce a sound with his fingers that transported the present people to a dream world. "It´s like…"

"YOUR GRACE!" a knight in a white cloak arrived in a powerful steed, alarming the couple. Lyanna unsheated her sword and Rhaegar dropped his harp… only to calm down later when they realised it was the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Gerold Hightower. "THE VALE HAS DECLARED OPEN REBELLION, THE STORMLANDS AND THE NORTH SOON TO FOLLOW! WE ARE AT WAR!"

With that, the peace the newlyweds were enjoying until then shattered, much like the one of the Seven Kingdoms enjoyed. And they could only think of one thing: WHAT?!