Oh wow, it sure has been a long time. I just got the time to write this again after figuring out how to actually write. I'm so sorry for neglecting this fic, I wasn't sure how to write this as well. It's really hard, but I'm doing my absolute best.

Watching House of the Dragons also brought me back to watching it again. I missed watching the GOT universe.

Anyways….here you go!

"That's not a mere eagle," Jared murmured under his breath.

"What?" Even in a shallow breath and under the helm, the old friend of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen can still hear him. The sound of waves sloshed lazily at the shores of White Harbor, and they were now at their break after keeping the deck at watch since before dawn. Now, it's almost sunrise as the light began to color the sky with its rays.

"See that bird?" Jared pointed with his head towards the black dot just above the forest.

"What about it?"

"It's not common for an eagle to live around these shores," he said. It's at this time he was glad that his mother raised him outside the castles of King's Landing when he was younger before he can join the Kingsguard, and ultimately, assist Rhaegar. His mother taught him so much about nature and how he must respect it.

And to think the gods planned to have him learn about Westerosi creatures paid off when it turned out Lya can see through the eyes of animals.

"Must be a coincidence," the old man shrugged.

"No," he's sure of it. This eagle…. kept circling the area, gliding up and down all the time. Eagles live around the lake, not near the ocean. And even if they do fly around the ocean, it'd be for hunting.

But not lingering around for too long in the same area, or hunting in the ocean.

What if it's…

"Follow me, Ser," he whispered and strides across the deck and towards the stairs leading to the port.

"What are you doing?" The Old Knight reluctantly followed his lead, "You can't just get to a conclusion just because of a damn bird."

"It's not about the bird, damn it," Jared said with a rather harsh whisper, the lion inside him hated to be tested when he can feel his gut is telling him something important. If he ponders for too long, they won't win the war against his aunt.

Don't think, just do.

Both men walked to the port and slipped out to the forest, they made sure no one was watching their little getaway for a moment. And even if they do, they could make an excuse that they are catching some air after being at the sea for too long, but that will only raise suspicions too since the Golden Company is known to be at sea most of the time.

They must be careful, Jared had thought. Not to mention, Robb is probably crammed somewhere inside the ship. Doing his best not to be spotted.

"Where are we going?" Ser Connington asked again as they jogged further into the forest, but Jared did not answer. The sound of melting snow crunching beneath their boots made Jared nervous. For him, it's too loud.

"Just trust me, and follow my lead," he whispered, even the trees listening.

Jared tried to make out the location of the eagle, hoping to be able to find a good spot for it to land and that the bird can see him. Thankfully, the sun isn't too high up in the sky yet, so he can still peer up to see the eagle without much squinting. And if his guess is right, this eagle might hear his call.

After what felt like hours of walking and feeling as if they got lost in the forest in their light armour, they arrive in a small lake, one that probably leads to the city. It's enough space to even land a dragon.

Worth a try, he pulled his glove and helm off. Then he placed his fingers into his mouth and let out a high pitch and sharp whistle.

"Oy!" The Targaryen loyalist smacked his shoulder, "You're going to sell us off."

"I'm not," he said harshly, "Stop interfering and trust me." He let out another sharp whistle.

WHEEEEEEEEEE

The sound echoed the forest, he hopes that no one will bat an eye about it. And if they do, he hopes the result of his guess is right.

And then came another reply.

The screech of an eagle.

The young Lion grinned, "Torrhen," he was happy that the eagle is familiar with him despite not being its partner like Rhaegar, "The Prince and Princess are near," he said with joy.

"You mean Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen?" Ser Connington asked with surprise, "How do you know?"

Before he could answer, a large bird glided gracefully towards them, coming with great speed.

Jared smiled widely, "Torrhen," he extended his arm, just the way Rhaegar would do for his bird. And sure enough, the bird landed on his armoured arm, "It's so good to see you again, my friend."

The eagle said nothing, merely looking at him. He didn't respond the way Rhaegar or Lyanna always get from the bird, but nonetheless, the bird recognizes him.

"Well, what an odd pet for the King to own," The Old Knight scratched the back of his head, "Now what?"

Jared had never conversed with an animal, but from what he saw in how he interacted with his friends, it looked natural. He may as well give it a try, "Torrhen," he started, even conversing with a bird already sounds strange to him, "Lyanna and Rhaegar," the eagle perked up as if recognizing those names, "Where?"

Torrhen still stayed silent, but he then spreads his wings and took off to the air again.

"Why did you let him go?" the mentor of Rhaegar and Lyanna asked in disappointment as if the one thing that led them here now vanished.

"I think he's trying to lead us to the King and Queen," he said. While being with Ser Connington, Jared learned that addressing King Jon Snow and Queen Daenerys Targaryen is a better way to motivate him rather than speaking about his children. Most likely it's because he felt he has a lot more responsibility for the son and sister of his best friend whom he failed to protect. "Best we follow the bird while we still can," he began walking again.

"We're going to need horses," Ser Connington followed behind, "We don't know where it'll take us, and we can't outrun a bird."

Jared had completely forgotten about that, he had been excited about his theory that he left the part about travelling. "We can't just go back to the port, they'll find us."

"And we can't leave young Robb," he said, Jared had completely forgotten that Robb is with them. Hiding in the ship, away from anyone's sight, "How about this, you go on ahead, I'll stay behind."

"What?" Jared's shock is palpable to the old Knight's bones, "I can't just leave you, what will they say if they found you alone? And what must I tell the armies of King Jon and Queen Daenerys if they found me? They'll recognize you better." Maybe being with Torrhen may be enough to convince them of who he is, but he's unsure how Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen take it. Are Rhaegar and Lyanna imprisoned? He can't be too sure. Their dragons are not even in sight yet.

"You know damn well that they don't count much on how many armies are there, but it must be enough to fight the King and Queen" Ser Connington replied, saying so much truth that Jared felt irritated, "Now go, before you lost the eagle again, Lannister. Tell them our plans."

Jared shivered at that name. He was never addressed by that last name since he was born a bastard. But he's right. He's going to have to do this on his own. Finally, and reluctantly, he nodded, "Fine," he's going to have to gamble on the outcome of this.

"And take this," he pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it to the young Lion.

Jared caught it with his hand and examined the object he threw, "The Targaryen pendant?"

"Aye," he said, "if Queen Daenerys couldn't recognize it, then your father will." Jared froze at that given name. "Prince Rhaegar gave it to us, as a symbol of our loyalty and friendship to the Targaryens. We were once comrades before I was exiled."

Jared swallowed a lump in his throat. His father, whom he never met. The stories about his father that his mother used to tell him came flooding back again. An honourable man, a loyal man, and the man she used to love. Will Jaime Lannister like what he sees?

Ser Connington then continued, "If I'm not mistaken, there is a horse stable in these outskirts. Do you still have the Dragon coins?"

"Aye," he pulled the satchel attached to his hip, he shook it to reveal that it was more than enough to buy a horse.

"Good, now go. Godspeed," he regarded the young Lion with pride.

Jared bowed in respect, he can see why Rhaegar and Lyanna spoke highly of him. He must've trained them well.

Now, it's Jared's turn to do his part.

And without missing a beat, he quickly ran off and ventured deeper into the forest.

"How many are there?" Rhaegar demanded with a hint of anger as he fisted on the soldier's hair.

"Not many….," the Lannister soldier whimpered pathetically in pain, mouth bruised and bloody after he repeatedly punched him, "We were only messengers ….. of the Queen….. to send the signal…..on when to strike again! Please, that's all we were ever told to do! I swear!"

Rhaegar fumed, he had heard the Lannisters be cunning and ungrateful, but he had never thought that it'd be this bad. It seems that they are much more prepared than he anticipated. "And that you did it!" He gave him a final blow on his head, and the soldier fainted on the ground.

"Tis' not good at all," The Hound cursed, "They have been alerted since weeks. They may be waiting for us and your flying beasts. I don't know how we are going to confront them."

"Assassinating the leader would only spark another war," Rhaegar thought it through, the last time it was in buildings, but never in ships, "I'm not certain how are we going to approach this."

"Assassinating?" The Hound blurted with a sound of disbelief, "You think assassinating the commander will bring down an entire army of Cersei?"

"I hoped…." He muttered.

"You're one green boy, aren't you?"

"Shut up," Rhaegar growled. Mother and Father need more armies, the Lannisters have more numbers than they do. And if they can join them, they'll have more numbers to fight the Night King. Killing the ringleader could work, but the damn dog is right. There's no way that it would stop them from following Cersei entirely. At least…. Not yet.

"I don't know how many people are out there, but if we start another war, I don't know how many men we may have left then. Will there be enough to fight Cersei?"

"No, it won't be," he said. More importantly, would it be enough to fight the Night King again? "I'd prefer if there is no bloodshed."

"That is the most naïve answer I've ever heard of."

"That's why I'm not the one here making decisions," he shrugged, "The King and Queen should be arriving here soon, we can report our findings and see what they would come up with."

"That sounds better," The Hound grunted, "B'cuz you aren't cut out to be a leader."

Rhaegar turned angrily towards the scarred face, feeling a fire boil down inside of him, "Do not speak to me as if you know what being a leader is," he hissed.

"I've stood with Kings and Queens, and I know what a terrible decision looks like, boy," Ser Sandor sneered, baring teeth at him.

The young rogue prince gritted his teeth, eyes constricted with anger just like a dragon. Oh, how much he would love to kill this man. But they need him. They need every man they got to fight the next Long Night. And so, with a heavy heart, he turned away towards his horse, unable to say anything.

"I respect your honesty though," he heard the gruff man reply, "You really are as stubborn as that Stark Girl."

Rhaegar decided not to say anything again, for he could lose control to kill him. But that Hound's last remark to him before he turned away sunk deep into his soul, that he's no fit to be a leader.

He feared that he was right, for he lost his own people in his world, and only the four of them survived.

No, stop thinking about it. The past has changed, he scolded himself. Now is not the time to self-pity, they must return to the King and Queen now. For he has a duty to his mother and father, and in this time.

"So, it's true then," Jon said as he rode on his horse beside Lyanna, "That the Lannisters are upon us."

Lya nodded, "They have been expecting us for a while," Jon knew that the Lannisters are not to be underestimated, but this is another thing entirely. They are to be expected on the front door of the North with navel armies.

"What else did you find from them?"

She shook her head, "Nothing else aside from the information that the Golden Company is coming," his daughter answered, "If the Golden Company is coming, there must be more out there in King's Landing. And I do not know if we have enough armies left, they also have weapons to kill dragons."

Damn, Jon cursed in his thoughts. "Is there possibly a way to win this?"

"Perhaps by the time we reach there, we can have a clearer view," she said.

Jon has a hunch that his children may have formed their own plan ahead of his, so he turned to her, "What did your brother have to say in all this?"

"We did think of something," he knew it, "But it'd be best if we discuss this there." That he knew again that they won't let up as easily as he thought. It'll take some time before the twins would open to them, but that'll be another time first. For now, he's glad that they can trust one another.

The armies and parties marched in silence, only the sound of the march can be heard. The powder snow has begun to melt, and the sun is up high already.

"We're almost there," Lya finally said after being silent for such a long time, "This was where we parted with Rhaegar. He must be deeper in the forest to capture a Lannister."

Jon nodded, "Then it's best we halt." He raised his arm and fisted his hand, signalling the armies to a stop. "We'll rest here."

"Why?"

"If I'm correct, the spy must have gone ahead with any information about us," he deduced, Cersei is a devious woman. She's clever and dangerous, which is why he must approach this carefully. He can't afford to make any more mistakes. "If we keep advancing, the Golden Company might be alerted to our coming."

She nodded, "Should I fetch Rhaegar to you?"

Jon nodded, "Go with Lord Gendry," he looked to the young Baratheon, "See if you can bring Rhaegar and the prisoner to us."

"Understood," Gendry said before he looked at Lya and they both took off with their horses.

"If what you say is true," a voice called behind him, Jon turned to find his trusty Onion Knight coming towards him, "What must we do?"

Jon pursed his lips. Honestly, he hasn't thought this far. But if anything, he's going to have to see how far they have gone through, "Let us wait for news from the twins," he finally said.

Ser Davos looked at him for a while before he nodded, "I cannot see where the outcome of this war will go."

"Neither of us would, but we must win," Jon said, "We can't change what happened, so we must do what we can. We all must be prepared," Jon said as he dismounted his horse and walked towards the carriage that has Dany in there.

When he opened the carriage, he found her to be sound asleep. Her head leaned against the carriage wall and her left hand protectively wrapped around her belly. Greywind lifted his head up and his yellow eyes looked straight at him, he also found that his three dragons snuggled closely to his stomach. What a strange sight to see.

"She is asleep," Missandei, who is sitting across from her Queen, said, "Perhaps you can visit her later."

Jon nodded, she needs all the rest she can get. Ever since the twins showed up, she never did get proper rest. His betrothed worked feverishly to maintain her armies and the council. How she is able to handle all her tasks by herself in Essos is beyond his comprehension. He straightened his back, "Then I shall take her position for the moment then."

Missandei nodded, "Thank you, My King."

To this day, Jon still finds it strange to be called a King. Being a King in the North was already strange, being a king for the whole of Westeros, and perhaps even Essos is another. He's unsure how he'll be able to burden this whole task, but he must.

For his people trusts him.

He went back to where he last left his horse and Ser Davos. The Onion Knight is tending to them, ensuring that they don't run away and stayed calm. It'll be some time before the twins will arrive again, and he must be patient.

But at the same time, he's anxious. Anxious about what lies ahead and what his children will find. The Golden Company is a formidable army, and Cersei played well in hiring them. His twins may have stopped their elephants, but the other armies still arrived in Westeros and at the side of Cersei, who has little to no care about what of becoming these lands.

They had given her a chance for her, and she did not take it. Then there is no other way around this than to eliminate her.

"Shall I dispatch some scouts while waiting for the twins and as you discuss with them?" Ser Davos asked, breaking his train of thoughts.

"Aye," Jon said, "Send a few, we do not want to raise suspicions."

"I shall see to it, Your Grace," his Hand bowed and left him to brood alone.

But just as he was about to recall back what he was thinking about again, another footstep broke his time alone, "You know, we never really properly talked after all this ordeal happened."

Jon turned to find no one, but his eyes caught someone small next to him. The small imp he hasn't conversed with in a long while on their own, "Tyrion."

"Your Grace," he bowed before waddling his way to stand beside him as they both gazed out the horizon to where Lya just left him, "How fare your duties as King?"

Jon didn't like how the imp describes his duties, "I never liked your jape."

"If I were japing, I would have had more audience with me," Tyrion said.

Jon shook his head, he should've known Tyrion still has his sharp tongue. "What do you want?"

"I'm here to offer my support if that's what you want to hear."

"I'm grateful."

"If I recall correctly, Ned Stark is not the type of person who lusts for power," Tyrion began, "I think it's what made him an honourable man."

Ned Stark. His Father. No, his uncle. He had always been an honourable man. He's the man he looked up to, and a man he hoped to be. "Aye, sadly that's what got him killed."

"That was during Joffrey's reign as King," Tyrion said, "But in yours, mayhaps things will be different."

"What are you getting at?" Jon turned to the imp.

"I'm saying that you are raised by Ned Stark himself. If he's anything like you, you have a sense of honour in your blood. And together with the Queen, I serve, soon to be your wife, mayhaps things will be different in Westeros," Tyrion turned to Jon, looking at him dead in the eyes.

"I thank you if you think of me that way," Jon said.

"That's the other thing I want to discuss with you," Tyrion straightened his back, "What was it that haunted your twins so much that they came to us?"

Jon knew someone would eventually ask, "How much do you know about them?"

"That they are your twins, and that they are here to help you claim back the throne," he said, "But if that were true, they could've gone back to the time before Prince Rhaegar Targaryen lost to the Trident. Instead, they chose this time to find you. Curious, don't you think?"

Damn, this imp. Jon didn't want to share anything yet until he defeats Cersei, but if he's going to build a stronger league of councils, mayhaps they too must know. He's unsure how many people are aware of the twin's real purpose here, but Tyrion may as well know. "The Long Night is upon us again."

Tyrion's brows kneaded together, "Again?"

"Arya may have defeated the Night King, but what she killed was only the shell of the Undead. His soul is still alive, lest I kill it with Lightbringer."

"Lightbringer?" the imp turned his body towards him, wanting some clarification, "We are believing in stories now?"

"It's why they are here," Jon confessed, feeling guilty for bringing a terrible future upon them. But he mustn't dwell on the past now, it wasn't him that made this happen anyway. And he's going to make things right, "Their world is gone, and they are here to prevent that from happening to us."

The small Lannister did not say anything yet for a while, he must've felt just as shocked as he was when he first found out. But who can blame them? He then opened his mouth again, "And I suppose, we were all dead. And only the twins survived?"

He shook his head, "As far as I have learned, they came here with a couple of friends. One of them is your nephew."

Jon half expected that he'd be surprised by this revelation, but he didn't seem so, "So I've heard, Jamie told me."

"I suppose I should congratulate you," Jon offered.

"And to you and Queen Daenerys," he said, "So, the realm fell again under…."

"I do not know," Jon said rather too quickly, which was his first mistake.

And Tyrion picked it up, "Was it under you?"

He shook his head, "No, I wasn't any King in their world."

"You weren't King? Then it must be Queen Daenerys?"

"She too died….in the war," he tried to avoid the part that led to her death, "And because of that, no one could wield the Lightbringer save us." Tyrion gave him that same sceptical look when he first told them about the Undead, and it's getting a lot more irritating than it should, "Do you still find my words to be foul? After all this time?"

The imp stayed silent for a while before he gave a reply, "I believe your words, but stories are still something I still try to grasp," he replied, "Then again, I used to believe all the dragons are extinct. And yet here we are," he said in a rather defeated way. "Say that it's true, what then? Do you know where to find this Lightbringer?"

He nodded, "In the Old Cities of Essos, the old Valyria."

Tyrion thought for a moment before he found his own conclusion, "Are you saying that you are the Prince that was Promised?"

Jon never liked all these titles on him. To hell with all these naming about him, if the realm can't be saved, then what use of these titles? "The twins believed that Daenerys and I are the only ones who can wield Lightbringer, it's why they tried to come back."

"So, you must kill the Queen just like the old tales say?"

"According to the twins, the soul of Nisa is still in that sword," he said, "So a sacrifice is unnecessary, but the sword will only work if Daenerys and I are together. And with the strength of all Westeros united," he gazed upon the horizon, looking far from the forest, "We all have our parts to play."

"I knew the Dragons have an important role in this world, but never this far," he hummed, "Well, to see that your twins are running around with my nephew, perhaps there is still a chance after all to unite these lands."

"I hope so," he murmured.

"Then I suppose you must understand why your twins worked feverishly to keep you both safe," Tyrion said.

"What?"

"You have a pair of children or I suppose, we have offspring that are not supposed to be in this time. Yet here they are, fighting to prevent a certain future."

"Correct," Jon nodded.

"I have heard your little squeamish from Davos about how you want your children to stay in your chain of command, to which it makes sense. After all, you are the King."

"What are you trying to tell me," Jon has a hunch where Tyrion is going, and he's not sure that he'll like it one bit.

"I'm saying that you are no longer allowed to be reckless just as when you went back up North to get some damn evidence that the Undeads are real."

His comment made his blood boil, "Had I not gone there, no one would believe about what the threats beyond those walls are." Must he describe the threat and be looked down upon again for something that is evidently so real?

"Correct, and we are grateful for your bravery," he said, "But now that you are going to be King of all Westeros, such similar actions cannot be tolerated lest your presence is required. Because you are risking your own life for evidence that someone else could claim for you, you barely escaped death if it weren't for the Queen and her dragons, and now one of her dragons had to die from that stupidity. Do you want whatever happened in their future to happen again?"

"Careful, Tyrion," Jon replied with a hint of anger from his accusation, "You do not want to challenge me."

"I am not challenging you, I am offering some advice before all your twin's and my nephew's coming to be in vain," he returned, "Bravery and stupidity often coincide, but whether you like it or not, we all came to an agreement that you will lead Westeros to the end of the tunnel, and if the tales are right, you both will bring back the Dawn. The time of the dragons has come again."

"Are you telling me that I must sacrifice their lives for me? Especially my twins and your own nephew?" Jon understood his intention, but for people to sacrifice themselves for him is absurd.

"The days when you were a warrior are over, you are now a King," he said, "Tell me, what do you have in mind once we know what your twins are back with their information of whatever is out there?"

"Truthfully, I do not know," he said, "Which is why I need to know what they found once they are back, so we can form a plan."

"Fair enough, plans do tend to change after all," he grunted before he was about to turn away from Jon, "Do let me know when they arrive so that we can discuss this thoroughly without another misstep."

"I shall summon you upon the information I gathered from them," the King huffed in irritation, "You may go."

"One more thing, Your Grace," Tyrion said as he turned back to Jon, "I can agree that you are a formidable warrior, but those days are over. Do trust your allies that they can finish the task for you. For you may be the King that Westeros needs." And at that, he left the King alone.

Jon pondered about Tyrion's words. There is something right about them. He wondered how much he had heard from Davos, and what drove him to this conclusion. Was he restraining the twins a little too much?

But at the same time, he wants to protect them too. He can't let them burden the pressure of the future by themselves, it's his responsibility to make a better future for Westeros now.

"You are brooding again," a voice called behind him.

As he turned back, Dany and Missandei walked together towards him, Ghost following beside his love.

The sight of his beloved with a grown belly melted the creeping anxiety in him, "Shouldn't you be resting?"

"It's not easy to sleep while sitting up straight and with children inside you," she chuckled, Jon can't help but smile, thankful she still has a sense of humour in this kind of time. She turned to her trusty companion, "You may go Missandei, I'm certain Greyworm is anxious to be with you."

"Yes, My Queen," she shyly bowed and left them alone with the wolves.

Dany then took her place beside Jon, and he welcomed her with an open arm, gathering her close to him. He pressed his mouth to the side of her head and breathed in her warm and spicy scent. "I didn't know Missandei and Greyworm are together."

He felt her nod, "I'm glad that she is loved, and that she loved someone. Their pasts weren't easy before they chose to follow me."

"Neither was yours," he noted, remembering the moments he told her since the day her brother turned mad, and she thought that she was the only Targaryen in the world. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.

"And so was yours," she replied. Jon had told his own past to her about the day when they sailed back North, she gave him all her attention and listened carefully that she remembered. "But now, we are together. We can overcome whatever is coming."

He nodded, with her by his side, he was not afraid anymore. "Aye, we shall do this together." They both gazed back to the forest. "I assume our three dragons are in the carriage?"

"Yes, they are asleep with Greywind," she assured him, "It's best not to bring them outside while we are at war. Many would want them captured alive."

"I understand," he agreed. Now that he's a father of three dragons, he wants nothing more than to love and protect them.

"And where might our own daughter run off to again?" she looked up at him.

"I sent her with Gendry to look for her brother," Jon answered, "Rhaegar is near, and if I'm correct, the Golden Company may just be beyond these borders. We can't risk getting spotted."

"I agree," she hummed, "How long do you think it'll take for them to come back?"

"Not for another hour, I suppose," he guessed.

"Well, then. Come to the carriage, my King," she pulled his hand, "It's best to have a fresh mind to prepare for what's to come too."

Her words speak the truth, he won't be able to think with a clear mind if he didn't get enough rest. With all the pressure and stress piling up, letting them go just for a while would probably do.

Thus, with a nod, he allowed himself to be pulled by Daenerys and walked away from what was yet to come.

Jon aroused when the sound of knocking came at the door of the carriage an hour after Dany invited him to come inside him and rest his eyes.

Both couples sat together and became each other's pillows as they slept soundly. The wolves were left outside, save his three dragons.

"My King, My Queen," Missandei called, "Lyanna and Rhaegar have arrived."

"They are here already?" Jon regrettably had to move and wake Dany up, who has been leaning on his arm as they both slept together. "Sorry, love."

"It's alright," she said in a whisper, sitting up and stretching a little. Had the twins are not in her belly, perhaps she could move a little more.

"Your Graces, they are actually behind me now," Missandei said, she moved aside to show their twins right behind her.

"Your Graces," Rhaegar moved forward and bowed, "We have brought someone from the Lannister scouts here."

Before Jon could ask further, he turned to Dany, "Are you well enough to travel?"

Dany nodded, "I'll be fine," she said, "I need to stretch too anyway."

"Alright, but if things get too much….."

"I'll come back here, and rest. Do not worry, my darling," Dany kissed his cheek, "Honestly, you and Ghost share the same worry."

"I'm not the one carrying a child," he chuckled, before slipping out of the carriage. He turned back to help Dany climb off the stairs, she held onto his arm to steady herself.

"I see you are well rested," Rhagar noted, "Good."

"But you're not," his mother pointed out, Jon looked at the face of his son. It is true, his face looked haunted, dark circles shadowed under his eyes, and his hair is a mess. It's as if he was run over by a stampede.

"What happened?" Jon finally asked. How bad is this?

"It's as you found, Your Grace," he said, "The Golden Company is reaching here, they are waiting for their next march until the next information arrived. With numbers far greater than ours."

Jon's heart sank, it was just as he feared. They are already closing in and with more armies than they have. "Is there any information that we can get from these spies and scouts to ensure our victory?"

"Aunt Arya managed to stop them from sending any more messages to them," Lya chimed.

Jon's eyes blinked. He hadn't heard that name for quite a while, "Arya? Is she here?"

The twins nodded, "And waiting for you with Ser Davos and the Lord Lannister," they both turned back to where Jon can see that there are several people gathering, looking at something. Or was it someone? "They wait for your questioning," Rhaegar said.

"Good, lead us then," Jon commanded.

The twins nodded and they led them to where the others gathered waiting, amongst them are Ser Davos, Tyrion and Jaime Lannister. There were discussions and debates happening among the people there. When they got closer, it turns out all the people of the council are waiting there. Even Lyanna Mormont is present.

When they got closer, and Ser Davos's eyes found Jon's, he bowed, "Your Graces," at that greet, the others followed and bowed.

Jon nodded and tried to peer closer to what they are circling too, "What's going on here?"

"Lannisters," a cocky female voice he hadn't heard for a while answered for him, "That's what."

At that voice, Jon found his sister next to the Hound, standing proud and hands behind her back. She looks as proud as a wolf upon catching its prey, smirking at him.

Ser Sandor was holding a beaten-up Lannister soldier by the hair, yelling curses at them, "You are getting on my nerves, you cunt," he snarled, "Either you tell us what y'all are up to, or I feed you to the dogs of this forest."

"Arya," Jon greeted his sister, who is still giving a smug look of pride. He frowned, "You've been gone long."

"You're welcome for halting their march," she returned with an unimpressed voice, "But otherwise, we managed to capture this one."

"And what of the rest of the Lannister scout?"

"Dead," Arya said casually, "It shouldn't be long before the Golden Company realize that they haven't been getting any information as of late."

"The…. Queen will kill you all," the Lannister scout spat out blood, making everyone turn to him, "The Golden Company is here. You'll all perish before you can reach King's Landing."

"I'll be the judge of that," Jon finally addressed the Lannister scout, unable to endure any more of his torment. "What are you all planning? How many of the Golden Company brought to strike us down?"

"You…" the prisoner grunted, face-filled bruises made him unable to speak properly, "can see for yourself," he weakly turned around, "they are just mere lands ahead of this border. Waiting to shoot you all down the sea."

"I'll see them for myself once I know what you are all up to," Jon said, "How many are you in there? How many fleets? Who leads the army?"

The Lannister scout looked at him with pure hatred and rage, Jon can see the veins popping out his head, "Captain Harry Strickland of the Golden Company," he sneered, "And he'll kill you all. He's brought man far more than you lot, and with that damn Kraken dead, he's going to use them to constrict your wings and sink you into the bottom of the ocean," the man gave a frightful grin, "What is dead….. may never die."

Jon has expected this, Cersei is not going easy on them anymore. And he's going to play along then, "Secure this scout," Jon barked, "I want every security on him, do not let him escape. I will be back with my decision." The King did not have any time to listen to what the others thought of this prolonged decision while the enemy is nearby, but he was going to have to be careful on his next moves. He turned to Dany, "My Queen, I'm going to need a word with you alone," he looked at Dany and found her just as shocked as he is, but she nodded. He then turned to the others, "Lord Tyrion, Lord Gendry, Ser Sandor, and Arya. You too," then he turned to the twins, "And you both."

They all nodded and followed the King to the carriage where he last rested with Dany. Jon wanted to be there so that no one can hear them discuss and so that Dany can rest whenever she needs it.

"Now, I'm not much of an ill bringer for news," Tyrion spoke, "But I think we might be fucked."

"Numbers do not win a battle," Ser Davos countered, Jon appreciates his optimistic view.

"Although they do certainly help," Tyrion's sharp wit kicked again.

"Enough," Jon halted them from speaking anymore further, "We can't change what's to come, so we may as well be prepared for it."

"So, we charge right at them?" The Hound asked, "We can do a surprise attack."

"Not without knowing what they have," he said, "This spy you caught isn't speaking. Torturing will take a longer time, and recklessly charging with the dragons will not help. Who knows how many scorpions they brought to bring them all down."

"Then what must we do, Your Grace," Arya asked, addressing him with a title, which it shocks him. Is she trying to let everyone know what his position is? He can't tell, but there is a look of determination in her eyes, "Shall we do a sneak attack?"

"The people of Essos are cunning," Dany explained, "Killing a commander won't change their motive, and there are thousands of them there. You won't have time to kill them all."

"Which is why I suggest a parley," Jon finally said.

"My King," Ser Davos chimed, "I do not know how a parley might help in this war. What is it that we can offer them when they want your head? Surely going back to the North won't be either now that we are all here."

"No," he said, "But we'll give just that."

This shocked everyone in the group, their gasp inaudible but he can hear the internal madness. Especially Dany and the twins. "Jon, be serious," she said.

"I am," he said, "Tell me, My Queen. Essos may have their own rule, but they won't back away from a parley, won't they?"

She nodded, "It's how we establish diplomacy."

"Good," he said.

"But Jon, this isn't a time where we can bargain with your life," she said.

"She's right, brother," Arya chimed with so much desperation in her voice, "Let me go to them. I'll kill this Harry myself."

"Killing one leader will not break the entire order of Cersei Lannister," Jon said, "I appreciate your offer Arya, but if you're going to kill anyone, it'd be Cersei. Not Captain Harry."

"Forgive me, Your Grace. But doing a parley with Captain Harry will not do it," Ser Jaime finally voiced his concern after being silent for a while, "I've met the man, he is without a shadow of doubt loyal to my sister. And so are his armies. If by some miracle, there is someone in that company loyal to you, perhaps it might turn the tide and change the army's minds."

"Which is why I suggest a parley," he said, "I'll do what I can to prevent more bloodshed before we can even reach King's Landing. Now, if the parley did not turn out well, then we're going to have to strategize our attack."

"But what if we can get someone to turn the tide and change their minds?" the voice was from his son. At that suggestion, everyone's eyes turned to Rhaegar, who looked somewhat exhausted.

"Rhaegar, it's the reason why I'm proposing a parley. To reconsider this war and have a peaceful discussion," Jon said.

"Jon Connington," he finally said.

"What about the man?" Tyrion asked, "He's been dead for over a decade."

"No," Rhaegar said, "He's alive."

"What?" Ser Jaime exclaimed in shock, "That's not true, last I heard he drank himself to death."

"So did we," Lya chimed, assisting her brother, "But he's alive because he used to join the Golden Company."

"That's… a strange conclusion," he said. "Well, say that he is indeed alive. Where exactly is he now? Considering that you said that he used to be one of them? How do you know part of the armies is loyal to him?"

The twins became silent, unable to answer him. Jon sighed sadly, they are desperate for victory just as he is. But can they blame them? They came all the way here to help their time. Preparing for another Long Night won't be simple when the Lannisters have all the armies in the world.

"Khaleesi," the voice of Greyworm broke the pressure and stress of them all.

Dany walked a few steps forward, "Greyworm? Daor sir, ñuha raqiros (Not now, my friend)"

"Khaleesi, Istia ūndegon bisa, konīr's vala lēda qeldlie grēze korziō māstan ondoso (You must see this, there's a man with golden armour came by)," Greyworm said seriously.

Rhaegar walked towards his mother, looking at Greyworm, "Qeldlie grēze korziō (Golden Armor)? Yn issi daor īlva ēnka (But they are not our color)." What does this mean? Have they found them already? But they are not due any day now considering they just arrived at port.

The leader of the Unsullied nodded, "Vestas zȳhon brōzi iksis Jared Stone (He said his name is Jared Stone)."

Jon didn't understand what's going on between them, but as soon as Greyworm finished, he heard his daughter gasped. He turned to see Rhaegar looking just as shocked as Lya. The twins immediately turned to each other then they faced Greyworm again, "Skoriot iksis ziry (Where is he)?"

"Keskydoso dīnagon skoriot ao geptot tolī ao spoke lēda se qrinuntys (The same place where you left after you spoke with the enemy)," Greyworm answered firmly, "Issa issare ōregion aril…. (He is being held back...)"

But the twins did not let Greyworm finish. They immediately dashed away like the wind, running past Greyworm leaving all the others behind.

"Rhaegar! Lyanna!" Jon shouted, but they are deaf already. He turned to the others, "Let's go!" He took Dany's arm and they all walked fast to follow the twins.

When they arrived at the scene, it was like a brawl. Armies gathering and circling at something.

Even Rhaegar and Lyanna couldn't get past the crowd no matter how hard they tried. Shouting wouldn't even work. They both turned back when they heard their footsteps, "We couldn't get past through them," Lya protested.

Jon was getting frustrated with all the commotion, the King took a deep breath, "Make way!" he barked, and he pulled Dany closer to him. Fearing he'll lose her in the crowd.

The ones that can hear him took several steps back for the King and Queen, the rest even followed and began to silence. With the decrease in commotions, he can hear this stranger's shouting now.

"I am not a spy," a new voice shouted, "I am here to see King Jon and Queen Daenerys! It is an urgent matter from the Golden Company!"

"As we believe you, boy," a Northern army spat, "We should torture you for information."

"ENOUGH!" Jon shouted, it echoed to the entire area, and he gained everyone's attention now. Only the sound of the wind blowing can be heard.

"Your Grace," Ser Jorah, who hasn't been seen for a while, came up to him, blocking his view of the man, "This man claimed to be coming here under the instructions of Ser Jon Connington."

"Let me see him," Jon requested, and the elderly man complied, moving aside to reveal the man who caused all this commotion.

There, stood a young man with the armour of the Golden Company. He has long golden hair, strong jaws, and blue eyes. Everything about him shouted Lannister, and he didn't even need to know to guess it when he heard the breath of his twins hitched at the sight of the young man.

"State your name," Jon said, wanting to be certain.

The young man didn't seem to notice his twins, his pale blue eyes were fixed on him, as if in awe. Snapping from his daze, he then bent his knee, "My name is Jared Stone. I come here under the instructions of Ser Jon Connington, to give you information about the Golden Company."

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Claire.