Thomas watched from Winterfell's walls as his army marched back south. In the sky he watched as Cinder and Saphira circled the field and castle, keeping close to him after being gone for so long. He took a deep breath, taking in the peace and quiet before he would have to fight tooth and nail to reclaim the seven kingdoms. And it would be seven if he had anything to say about it. He had already sown the seeds for the northern kingdom to rejoin the south. A few comments here and a few hints at what may happen should the north break away and he believed he had got a few thinking that it would be better for the north to rejoin the rest of the kingdoms. A quick scoff erupted from his chest as he also considered that he might have just hardened their resolve to stay away.

Shaking his head, he turned back to the courtyard behind him where his blood riders and Lara sat waiting for him. Around them were the rest of the Targaryen party waiting to send him off. To his surprise even the few northerners had come. As he walked down, he noticed Tyrion speaking with Sansa Stark in hushed voices, Varys, not far from them clearly listening in. a sliver of concern pierced his chest but he pushed it aside as Dany came into view. Her belly budged with their children, looking ready to burst. She was rubbing her lower back in obvious discomfort and when their eyes locked, he tried to convey how much he loved her with a single look.

Entering the courtyard, he was first approached by Lyanna Mormont and two of her men at arms. The young lady had been with him for much of the time since the celebration feast and Thomas was happy to consider her a friend. He chuckled to himself when he thought of how Dany had been slightly jealous of the time he spent with the young girl, despite her denying all jealousy. He smiled down at the young lady and she in turn nodded her head at him. Words left unspoken as they already had their understanding. Moving on, he came upon Jon Snow. The King in the North looked uncomfortable, knowing what Thomas was going south to do. Behind him, Thomas noticed Sam glaring at him. They clasped arms each wondering who would speak first.

Thomas was the first to bite. "I wish you good fortune."

"You as well." Jons gruff reply was exactly what he expected. He was a man of few words Afterall.

Moving to Dany, he pulled her into a searing kiss. Rubbing a hand on her belly he was pleased to feel the babies kicking. "Stay safe." She whispered, holding him close. "And come back before the babes are born."

Thomas smiled. "I'll do my best. I give the Riverlands a week before they surrender. If not, then I will try my hardest to hasten the conflict." Dany nodded and let Thomas go.

Mounting his horse, he once more scanned the crowd, nodding to those he knew and giving one last smile to Daenerys. It was finally time to conquer Westeros.

*A few days later*

Thomas was of the opinion that the Twins were a shithole. The castle was obviously well built and strategically placed, but years under Frey rule had not been kind to the keeps. Looking across the river he noticed the Golden companies camp and a further distance away, a camp with the crest of house Mallister. Thomas hummed in thought as the keeps rang bells signifying his arrival. He saw the scorpions point to the skies, looking for the dragons.

They would be disappointed to learn the dragons would be saying out of sight until nightfall. Already his forces moved to encircle the keep on this side of the river. A small camp outside the gates quickly emptied and the gates raised.

Looking back across the river, he noticed a small battalion of men forming up, facing the forces of house Mallister. 'So, Varys was right after all.' Thomas thought with a pleased smirk. A shame the spider had already sealed his fate.

As fighting commenced on the other side of the river, Thomas had his army wait. He didn't have the men to be wasting them attacking castles they had no experience attacking. Instead, they would wait for nightfall before the dragons would burn the gates down before charging in and taking the crossing.

He thought about trying to contact House Mallister but decided against it as they had already committed to an attack. The day passed quickly as House Mallister was rebuffed fairly quickly when the golden company realized Thomas wasn't going to attack. With all sides calm for the moment Thomas moved to the back of the camp where his children sat resting. They had a long night ahead of them.

When night fell Cinder and Saphira took to the skies. Cinder headed further south, While Saphira moved to the Twins. An hour later and Thomas watched as his Dothraki mounted the heads of the companies' commanders on spikes over the Ramparts. The castle fell quicker than he predicted and even now his children's joy was radiating though their bond. House Mallister had even sent an envoy once they realized what had happened.

Walking into the tent where the envoy was, Thomas smiled at the older man's pale face. "Welcome, I am Thomas Ward, commander of Daenerys Targaryen's armies. How can I help you?"

The man quickly knelt. "I am here to pledge fealty to the rightful Queen of Westeros. I am lord Mallister and House Mallister will stand behind house Targaryen once more." Thomas nodded with a pleased smile. "I was hoping to liberate the twins from these sell swords and gift it to her as a sign of my loyalty. That seems unnecessary now."

Thomas laughed. "Yes, my lord, it does seem to be unnecessary now." Thomas urged the man to sit and joined him. Pouring them both a goblet of wine. "House Targaryen welcomes your support and will expect you to swear fealty once the lions have been routed from the red keep." Lord Mallister nodded his acceptance and shuffled a bit.

"What is the next step my Lord? House Mallisters forces are yours to command."

Thomas hummed thoughtfully. "For now, return to your camp. Come morning I shall know more and we can properly plan our campaign."

Morning dawned an hour later and while Thomas took in the sun, he noticed pillars of billowing smoke in the distance. It appeared Cinder had been very successful. He turned and watched as Lord Mallister made his way to him. His face pale as he glanced at the pillars of smoke rising in the distance. "Ready your men, my lord. We march south within the hour. Send some ravens announcing our arrival and that any house looking to bend the knee should prep their armies to march south." Lord Mallister took a moment to process the order before nodding vigorously and running off.

A loud laugh brought his attention behind him where he saw Lara walking to wards him. A large smile split her face as she watched the older man run to his camp. "Fear is a powerful motivator." She stated.

Thomas grunted with a smirk. "I will be generous with it." Looking back to the horizon he spotted Cinder returning. Saphira let out a cry in greeting when the red dragon got closer. Landing the dragon quickly laid down and went to sleep. Thomas walked over and stroked her snout. "Rest easy girl, you earned it." Thomas kissed her nose earning a pleased, but tired, croon.

Turning to Lara he sighed. "Send out scouts, I want to know what we are facing now." Lara nodded.

"Already done my Khal."

"Good, any news from Winterfell?" Thomas asked. He shared a conspiratorial look with Lara who shook her head.

"None, I imagine it will be a few more days at least before anything reaches us."

Thomas nodded. He knew that what he wanted carried out needed to be done with the utmost care. Especially these tasks which he had given to the two blood riders he left behind. If Dany ever found out, she would be pissed.

*The Reach*

Oldtown, the home of the Hightower's. Tyene sneered as the defenders rushed into position. The Dornish army had been here for a few days now, prepping for a siege. The only major castle in the reach to take stood before her, ready to be broken. To her left she saw the billows of smoke rise in the distance.

She smiled at the thought of Thomas rushing south to destroy Cersei. Now all she had to do was take this city and rush up to kings landing. Her scouts had reported the Stormlands in utter chaos and the Westerlands reeling from the sack of Casterly rock and the battle of the plains. All that really stood in their way to victory was Oldtown and the Riverlands, and once darkness fell, oldtown would be theirs.

Last night her sister had left the city and contacted her. Her younger sister Sarella had apparently infiltrated the Maesters and had started training with them. Tyene who had thought she was back in Sunspear freaked out at the younger woman and berated her for endangering herself. Of course, her sister fought right back and called her a hypocrite and that she was the only way into the city.

Another hour of arguing and a plan was formed. Sarella would poison some guards and leave one of the hidden entrances to the city undefended. Tyene would send a team of Dornish soldiers into the city to take and open the gate so the army could storm in and take it.

Her team was already in position and her army ready to ransack the city. Now they just needed the signal and they would charge. Night had fallen hours ago and she knew her team was either inside taking the gate or dead. Her men waited with baited breath, eyeing the top of the gate where a man would wave a torch signaling the attack.

Tyene smirked as the torch was waved and her army surged forward. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and savored the sound of stampeding feet as her men stormed the city. Minutes later the sounds of screaming men, women and children filled the air as the city was put to the torch. The order to burn hadn't been made lightly and everyone was told to make sure the tower of the maester was left unscathed. How that would be once the city truly ignited, Tyene didn't know nor did she care. All she cared about was making sure Thomas would have no problems from the reach. With the deaths of House Hightower, that would be a certainty.

Walking into the burning city was unreal. All around her people lay dead or dying, her men and women taking whatever valuables they could find. Almost like a beacon, the tower of the maester remained untouched. Walking further, she was greeted by the cheers of her fellows as they dragged the Hightower's through the streets. The men were barely standing and She was sure there were a few missing but she didn't give it any thought, sure they had died fighting. The children looked frightened and the women and girls looked worse for wear. Especially those of age. Tyene grimaced as she was sure they had been raped before being brought to her.

Looking upon the fallen family she brought fer face into a blank mask. The women cried, desperately clinging to whatever cloth remained on their body. The young boys, who she had mistaken for men looked around in fear but also anger as their female family members were abused and humiliated before them. Tyene couldn't have that.

Striding forward the drew a dagger her father had given her. "For taking up arms against House Targaryen and the rightful queen of Westeros, I sentence you to die." She stepped forward and slit the ladies' throats first. They died quickly as their blood pooled in the already drenched streets. The boys, of which there were three, struggled as he killed their mother and sisters. When all the women were dead, four in total, she turned to the boys. Two of them were clearly above the age of five and were likely to remember this for the brutal act it was. She stabbed them each in the heart. Turning to the last, he was clearly a toddler. Maybe 3 at most. This moment would scar him for life if he remembered it at all. Cleaning her dagger on her robes she knelt to his height.

"It's ok little one. I won't hurt you." The boy didn't seem to believe her. So, she smiled reassuringly and rubbed the tears from his face. "Your family did horrible things to me and mine. I had to bring them to justice. But you shall live to redeem them. I will take you far from here where you can live in peace and no one will hurt you. Would you like that?" The child sobbed as he tried to suckle his thumb. He nodded his head as he tried to shy away from her. Tyene smiled upon him before motioning to the men behind her.

They took the child to their camp and from there he would be brought to Dorne to live until Daenerys could decide what to do with him. She met up with Sarella who informed her the maesters were holding up in their tower. She shrugged her shoulders uncaring. What could a bunch of crusty old men do to her or her army.

Looking to the horizon she thought of their next target. Next stop, Kings Landing.

*Winterfell*

Dany groaned as her babes kicked in her belly. She sat in the Winterfell library, trying to get away from her advisors who seemed to get more and more anxious with every tale from the south. Thomas had been gone for just over a moon and already Varys received reports. Most of the lords of the North had gone back to their keeps to rebuild and recover from all these years of war. Only a few remained. House Mormont, Manderley and the Glovers stayed or kept some kind of representation in Winterfell. None of them, even little Lyanna were too pleased with what they heard.

The twins, and everyone in it, destroyed. Countless small villages and camps burned to the ground. Smallfolk, fleeing south away from the Dragons flying south. So far Thomas had only burned down one major keep. Of course, that had to be the one that meant the most to the current Lady Stark. Riverrun had apparently been the chosen stronghold for the golden company in the Riverlands. Thomas had burned it to ash. Rumors rose that the last Tully had been inside and turned to ash with his captors.

Sansa had railed against her when that raven came and Jon had to restrain her before they left. Then news of the Dornish sacking of Oldtown. The butchering of house Hightower. Tyrion and had been furious and demanded she punish Tyene and Thomas for the destruction they were causing. Saying too many innocents were dying.

"How many children did they murder that could have been avoided? How many will you let die before you do anything?" Tyrion had asked.

She didn't have an answer for him. She had known it would not be a bloodless war. But she remembered the body of that burnt child in Meereen. She had never wanted to see that again. While she didn't see the destruction first hand, she knew Thomas couldn't stop the dragons from burning everything when the chose to. She also knew she gave him free reign to conduct his army how he saw fit. She could never argue with the results. Most houses of the Riverlands had bent the knee. Those that didn't, Thomas had set the other houses upon them with extreme prejudice. His Horde now barely fought at all apparently as the armies of the Riverland's fought in the vanguard.

A cough drew her attention to a young maid at the entrance to the library. Her Guards watched the maid carefully as she approached. "Your grace, Lord Varys had news." She kept her eyes down as she spoke and Dany sighed as she stood.

Lead the way." She followed the maid to the war room and she knew she wouldn't like the conversation that was about to happen judging by the looks on everyone faces.

Varys spoke first. "Highgarden has been taken without a fight." Dany smiled. "Cersei has recalled all her troops to defend Kings Landing. Houses Smallwood, Mooton and Ryger have all been wiped out. Still no word if Lord Tully is alive. I think we can safely assume he and his child were killed when Thomas burned Riverrun."

Dany saw Sansa and Jon tense. Tyrion, she noted kept himself silent as he let his anger build. Motioning for Varys to continue the eunuch did so. Opening the next scroll he froze, his face palling. "It appears Dragonstone has been attacked by the iron fleet." Everyone was quiet as they awaited Dany's reaction.

"What of the people living there?" What of the Wards was what she wanted to ask but fear for their fates prevented her.

"Their fates are unknown but Euron was pushed back. We still suffered the most casualties but the island is still under our control." Quickly moving to the next scroll, he read on. "Yara Greyjoy reports she has made good progress in rebuilding her fleet. She doesn't have the ships she used to have but she can at least hold the iron islands. The queen has also given birth to a healthy baby boy. Blonde hair and green eyes. Prince Jaime Lannister is her heir." Dany glared at the map of Westeros when she heard the news. Ignoring the lump that formed at the unknown fate of her family she instead focused her rage at her enemy. The lion couldn't give her the satisfaction of dying in childbirth. Now she would have to deal with her final spawn.

"Congratulations on your new nephew lord hand." She muttered instead. Knowing full well that if Thomas got to the child before anyone else, it would be dead.

It appeared everyone else realized this as well. "You can't let Thomas kill the baby." Tyrion stated. "He is innocent of his families' crimes."

"Will you let your butcher burn all of kings landing next?" Sansa spat.

"Your grace?" Varys asked.

Dany was silent for another moment. It appeared Thomas would be marching to Kings landing next. Meeting Tyene there around the same time. Turning to Greyworm she made her plans known. "Prep the army to march south. We are joining Thomas." Her general nodded and left to make the necessary preparations. Turning to the others she straightened her shoulders. "I will be flying to Dragonstone to take stock of the damage done by Euron and having my children there. They could come any day and I will not have them in a hostile castle."

"You are our ally and safe here I promise you." Jon quickly assured but Sansa's eyes told a different story.

My decisions are final. Lord Tyrion, Lord Varys, you will be joining my armies and helping Thomas take the capitol. I hope you don't move too slow that it is taken before you arrive. "There, she gave them a chance to save the baby from her protector's wrath. That should keep them happy for now. Although Varys lack of complaints worried her. She was sure he would betray her but chose to ignore the voice in her head telling her to kill him. She was sure that was how madness started. Listening to voices in your head.

*Later*

Tyrion sat in his room contemplating his life. How everything good he every had turned rotten at some point. How he believed he was serving a good fair ruler. A woman who could rule Westeros with a kind and gentle hand. Oh, how she had proved him wrong. Her and her dammed attack dog. They had proven to be little more than butchering tyrants. Just like all the rest.

His only remaining hope now lied with Sansa Stark and her plan. If this final shot in the dark failed then he would truly have nothing left to believe in. Not after so much disappointment. He just had to not get caught in his treason. Turning Varys wouldn't be hard though. He and the man had shared similar concerns about the dragon queen and her chosen champion.

A knock on his door drew him from his brooding. Thinking it was Sansa or Varys he allowed them entrance. He tensed though when two Dothraki women entered. One with a drawn Arakh. The other with a whip at her side. The one with the whip, locked to door and both women glared at him.

"Our Khal say goodbye little man." The Arakh growled. Tyrion jumped aside as she struck her blade cutting into his bedding where he sat. He rushed to stand and cry for help but the whip wrapped around his throat. Cutting off his air he struggled to regain his voice. He knew Danerys hadn't ordered this. She would have made a spectacle of his death. A warning to others.

No, this was not her doing. The Arakh pressed her blade to his throat. This was on Thomas' orders it had to be. Cersei could never infiltrate the Dothraki like this and he knew they were two of his blood riders. The blade slit his throat. Blood gushed down his front of the women let him go. They watched as he gurgled his last breathes. Struggling to the door. Hoping to use his death to break her faith in her beloved protector. A boot struck his back slamming him to the floor and taking all his remaining energy from him.

'Long live Aemon Targaryen, the one true king.' Tyrion's thoughts faded with his silent declaration, his final plea and prayer. He hoped Varys would uncover who killed him and exactly who gave the order. To make sure Aemon reached the throne, Thomas would need to die and Varys was the only man who was capable of pulling it off.

Well, here is the next instalment. Only a couple more chapters than the epilogue. I have received many messages about making sure I don't follow the original script. With this chapter I hope you now know without a doubt I won't be following it. I will def be losing a lot of fans for what I did to Tyrion but again, He hated Thomas and I did heavily imply he was working with Sansa to overthrow Dany. Not a lot of room to live with that kind of mindset. If you don't agree then tough cuz I really didn't like how they made him the moral high ground in the final season. I mean the guy killed his own father with he was taking a shit. Regardless of how horrible the man was it was still his father. And patricide is one of the worst crimes a person could commit I believe in the GoT universe. I think. Either way It isn't changing. Also, not many battles because honestly dragons really make battles pointless. Especially since they mostly happen at night when the scorpions are pretty useless. Sarella, I believe is from the books. Haven't read them yet but she is featured in many fanfictions. If I am wrong then she is an OC because there is no way the red viper only has three daughters. Honestly probably the last time you will see her. As for all the death and rape, if you don't agree then what did you expect? You can't control everyone in these situations and I made sure to let you know Thomas was not above burning cities to the ground. As for Edmure Tully, I have no idea where he was during this time in the show. I can't find any reliable info about him so I left it open ended. If any of you know let me know so I can correctly address it. Hope you enjoyed it. I am rather happy with everything in the chapter.