King Jaehaerys III stood silent staring out over Kings landing, his silver hair flowing down to his shoulders, his left hand resting on the Valyrian steel sword of his father. His cold purple eyes stared at the many ships that were crossing over blackwater bay, arriving to pay their respects and reaffirm their loyalty to the noble house of Targaryen on the anniversary of its restoration to its rightful place as the true ruler of the realm.

The door behind him creaked open, his eldest son Daemon Targaryen the prince of Dragonstone and rider of aegar entered the room.

"Father," his voice was soft unlike his father and grandfather who both had slightly deeper, rougher voices.

Jaehaerys did not move nor make any gesture to show he had heard his son.

"It's time their all here, just as you asked, every Targaryen,"

Daemon waited for a moment and turned to leave. His father had been silent for days looking out over the bay almost waiting for something to happen.

"Have they returned,"

Daemon stopped and turned towards his father once again.

"Returned Father?"

Jaehaerys turned to face his son, a sad look in his eyes.

"They're still gone aren't they."

After a second Daemon realised who his father had been talking about and sorrowful expression appeared on his face.

"Yes Father just like Vhager did once before, Suvion has disappeared beyond our reach, but they are still searching."

Jaehaerys smiled a sad smile.

"Very well then it's time isn't it,"

"Yes Father it is they're waiting."

Daemon held the door open as his father walked out of the room purposefully and full of strength. Daemon followed close behind.

The stone corridors of the Red Keep were lined with banners and engravings, dragons upon every wall made from red and white stone every one, and every so often a single white dire wolf would grace the banners or a statue the size of a horse would stand guard to one of the many rooms. Their eyes, even made from stone seemed to pierce your very soul.

Behind the king and his heir two Kingsguard followed closely behind, struggling to keep pace with the old king and his heir.

Striding into the throne room Jaehaerys took in the sight of his other son and two daughters, his nephew the only son of his only sister and the Lord of Skane, his eight grandchildren and finally his lone great-grandchild a boy of only five name days. Each and every one bowed to him as he walked towards the Iron throne, a seat forged from a thousand blades taken from the enemies of Aegon the Conqueror. But Seven weapons stood out from the rest, they weren't melted to the Iron throne nor were they as old, they were almost frozen to it with a layer of vein like frost holding them in place. These weapons weren't that of Aegon's enemies but the weapons of those who yielded and swore fealty to the last son of the last dragon.

Jaehaerys sat down on the Iron throne and looked at his family, a family that was stronger then ever before.

"Welcome, all of you. In two days the last of noble houses of Westeros will arrive and will swear their vows once again."

Many of the adult Targaryen's looked pleased with the news but the children who were 12 name days or younger looked puzzled.

"What do you mean, again Grandfather?" spoke Jaeron

The king looked at his fourth grandchild and spoke in a slightly softer voice.

"65 years ago, the lords of Westeros swore loyalty to my father in this very room after he sat the Iron throne for the first time, the lords Paramount offered up their weapons as a show of loyalty to my father whether they had sided with him or not."

The children looked confused.

"But why did they do that Grandfather surely they needed their weapons." spoke the young prince Aerys.

Jaehaerys looked at his family realising that many of them did not know the trials that the family had been through just over eighty years ago.

"Eighty years ago the Usurper, Robert Baratheon rose up in rebellion against the mad king after he could not accept that his betrothed, Lyanna Stark loved Rhaegar Targaryen and not him. As Vengeance he and his men rallied an army and led a war based on a lie and successfully slaughtered the house of Targaryen leaving only three survivors, Viserys Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen and my father who Robert Baratheon and no knowledge of as he was hidden by his Uncle, the honourable Ned Stark, the warden of the north."

The Children looked at him entranced by his story.

"But that was only the beginning because during the war of five kings my father rose up and upon his mount Suvion and with his dire wolf by his side reclaimed the seven kingdoms and the Iron throne in the name of our family."

The children were staring at him drawn even further into his story.

"What was his name." spoke Jaeron entranced.

Jaehaerys voice darkened.

"He was known as the white wolf, the bastard of Winterfell, lord of the Bone field, the hidden heir, the northern Dragon, the Bane of Lannisport and the Resurrection of house Targaryen. His Mount was Suvion blade of the north, his Dire wolf Ghost bane of the south. He was the prince who was promised and the last Targaryen, he is known by a thousand titles accross the Seven kingdoms, his name is known even in Essos where his aunt conquered the free cities. He sailed the shivering sea and emerged on dragon back as a legend after achieving what had never been done before. He was my father and his name was Daeron Targaryen but he was raised and lived as Jon Snow,"