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Chapter 22: Dragons in North and South

How she had convinced Ser Arthur to allow this still was unknown to Daenerys. Perhaps he had a soft spot for the three of them, or perhaps he independently saw value in rescuing who were clearly Valyrian… there was also the charitable nature of saving a young family from a city in turmoil and under threat.

Whatever it was, as the ship they found passage on bucked in the stormy seas off the disputed lands, the family of the fire dancer rested across from them in their cabin. They had been there through the night and into the current morning, mostly keeping to themselves. A tense state of affairs that needed to end if what she hoped was going to happen.

Another person with the ability to control flame, just as Sansa and Jon both claimed she possessed. Daenerys needed to know more, and in the fire dancer she held a chance and knowledge.

So, on her own accord, she rose and walked across the cabin. Approaching the trembling girl quite green around the gills. "Here." The girl looked up with beautiful amber eyes - combined with her silver hair, she'd be a well sought after beauty when she came of age. "Have you been on a ship before?"

Frittering her gaze at her mother and sleeping brother, the girl finally shook her head. "I've been all around, but always on land." She covered her mouth, forcing back a wave of bile before gulping it down. "Ick… it burns."

Dany smiled, holding out a vial. "Here. I bought this in Pentos, it can help with the sea malady."

The girl hesitated. "Muna? Can I?"

Her mother was hesitant as well, only for Dany to hand the vial to her. "It's unopened, I mean no harm." The dancer inspected the vial, only to nod and hand it to her daughter, who drained it… only to blanch. "It's icky too."

"Aye, it is." Dany laughed, reaching down to pinch her cheeks even though she was Alyssa's age. "But you'll feel better… what's your name, sweetling?"

"Baeglora."

"A beautiful Valyrian name. Where does it come from?" She was… curious.

"It's my kepa's name, Baeglor." She hugged her chest. "He was so nice and funny, I love him so much." A tear beaded in her eye. "He died… trying to save us from the bad man."

Dany bit her lip, ruffling Baeglora's hair before locking eyes with her muna. "I'm sorry. My kepa's dead too." Not that she minded the fact Aerys the Mad wasn't around, but it still was something they shared.

Closing her eyes, the dancer nodded. "Thank you." The rich amber met Dany's. "And thank you for helping us, even if I fled from you. I regret that."

"If you're running from a man trying to kill you and that did kill your husband, I don't blame you," spoke Ser Arthur from his seat upon the bed. Sansa was next to him, resting with her own bout of the sea malady, while Jon idly played with Ghost and Moonlight.

"He doesn't want me dead… only captured. Baeglor just got in the way." A sigh. "I'm Shienna, and this sleepyhead is Althor, my son and Baeglora's brother."

"I figured that." Arthur cracked his knuckles. "I'm Ser Aron of Torrentine, and this is my son Eddard Snow."

"Snow? Not married to his muna?"

A nod. "His muna is in King's Landing at the moment, in a bit of trouble. I'm giving the boy a worldly education, but the scamp he is brought Larra and Alayne with him just to annoy me I believe."

"Hey, they brought themselves," Jon defended, making Dany grin.

Shienna for her part laughed as well. "A close family, I see." She weaved her hands. "And if Lysene, then partly Valyrian. Explains why you took such an interest in me and my act."

Daenerys agreed. "Especially since you're clearly noble."

Her face fell. "And how would you deduce that?" Cagey, but given her circumstances it was reasonable.

The Princess of House Targaryen needed to figure out how to get past that - without spilling their true identity. Arthur's intent eyes belied that. "The ring… that's something that could buy a keep in Westeros, let alone just passage aboard a ship." Her muna had one just like it, but a simple ruby in Valyrian steel couldn't compare to the intricate carving.

"Perhaps I killed a Valyrian noble and took it from him."

"No, if you did then you would've sold it, or hoarded it." She looked at Arthur, nodding. "Ser Aron tells me you were loathe to part with it, which indicates considerable value you place."

Shienna clicked her tongue. "My my, you are a clever one."

"You don't know the half of it, my Lady," groaned Jon. Daenerys wished she could hit him with a pillow. Sansa instead did it for her, making Jon groan.

While chuckles abounded, Shienna's face grew serious again. "I'm not going to escape this, am I? Divulge who I am or expose myself to being abandoned in the next port?"

Arthur pursed his lips. "I wish you no harm, but I'd be much more likely to trust you not to murder us or steal from us if you're being honest."

A reasonable take. Undoubtedly Shienna saw it the same way as well, for she clasped her hands together. "Very well, I am Shienna of House Aeklyosh, daughter of Gaerys and Vaera Aekylosh. My husband Baeglor is… was my cousin by blood."

Through the vast library her uncle Aemon managed both on King's Landing and on Dragonstone, she'd read much about the famous families of dragonriders. "I'm sorry, but I never came across House Aekylosh as one of the dragonriding houses."

"Because we hold no connection to dragons… instead, we were the premier fire maege houses."

Dany's jaw dropped. "Those weren't just tricks! You can create fire!"

"See, I knew… ooohhh…" Sansa almost spoke, but groaned again and covered her head with the pillow as the ship pitched up. Lady whined and cuddled up closer to her owner.

Shienna chuckled. "Conjure fire, dear girl. Conjure, a big difference. Only dragons can actually create flame, while for us we need either an existing inferno or expend a great deal of mystic energy to ignite." She leaned back. "All blamed us for the Doom of Valyria, given our manipulations of the Fourteen Flames for energy and to ensure safety for our cities. Those that survived were hunted down during the century of blood. My family managed to eke out an existence on our former winter estate close to Volantis. A happy, idyllic life till the raider came. Wanted Baeglor and I to fight for him. We told him to go to hell and this happened."

Reaching out with her hand, Daenerys covered it with hers. "You shan't ever be hopeless and in danger again."

The fire maege gave a sad smile. "Don't make promises you can't keep, dear."

If only you knew who you were talking to, Lady Shienna. Dany couldn't wait to see the hope dawn on their faces when her future teacher was admitted before the Iron Throne.

"Oh… you're not done, I see… oh yes…"

Attempting to rise from the bed, Aegon's tight grip upon Sylva Santagar's firm asscheeks kept her in place. Her dress still clung to her body, only hiked up to expose her intimate bits and straps pulled down her arms to bear her breasts - perfectly rounded apples which now served as the target of his attention. "Your body wakes the beast in me, my Lady," he growled softly, nipping at her teats as a nursing babe.

Sylva mewled out of her pursed lips, curled into a smile. "Mmmm… I must give my Prince a proper nameday gift."

It was Egg's nameday, and thus brought Lady Sylva at the hour of the wolf in her most salacious dress to properly celebrate the Prince turning four and ten. After days of shameless flirting he practically attacked her, sucking out all breath from her lungs with ferocious kisses while tossing her on the bed and fucking her till she screamed silently. The crack of dawn brought another round in which she rode him… and she looked so delicious that he couldn't help but suck her teats.

And that brought his cock roaring to attention once more.

Bucking up into her, even after however so many climaxes - truly Egg had lost count - it again wasn't long for the two youths to lose themselves to their pleasure. Sweat coating their bodies and leaving Sylva trembling as she rested upon locked arms splayed across his chest. "You… you are the most beautiful man…"

Egg chuckled, himself tingling. "You must not see many men."

"Do not doubt yourself." Lowering herself to his chest, she kissed it. "I shall welcome arriving in your bed more and more… but I best return to my chambers." In his relaxed state, even the jiggle of her breasts kept Egg rooted in place, propping himself up with his elbow. "Till the next time." She kissed him on the lips after fixing the straps of her dress.

Egg kissed her back. "Aye." But he reached out to clasp her hand. "Moon tea?"

"Oh?" Sylva cocked her head at him. "I'll take some, don't worry."

"No need." Egg swung his legs out of bed and walked nude towards a small pitcher. "My Aunt Ellaria supplied me some, just in case." He poured a cup and handed it to Sylva - just as Asha told her long ago exactly as to how properly to serve it so that no bastard could be born.

If Sylva was outraged at the lack of trust, she didn't show it. "Making sure, no doubt?" She drank the entire cup - oh, it was quite obvious to him how well she could swallow. "I should be offended, but given what happened to your uncle Prince Viserys I cannot find fault." Setting the glass down, she hugged him. "I truly cannot wait for our next liaison."

Egg… graciously sampled her assets to a giggle from her. "Count on it."

Their impromptu morning double romp didn't hamper their schedules. While Arianne eyed Aegon quite delightfully as if she knew - he had no doubt she did - and their uncle and aunt… he couldn't tell. Sylva was perfectly put together and looking gorgeous, while Aegon was sure nothing was out of place with his armor and hair falling about his shoulders in the same style as his kepa.

A perfect appearance to meet the Prince of Dorne, also his uncle. The reunion was a happy one, especially as Doran offered Aegon the privilege of sharing his wheelhouse. A privilege he couldn't refuse.

The wheelhouse was as opulent inside as it was outside, inlaid with fine carvings, drapes, and cushions of silk that felt like heaven, although Egg vastly preferred sitting upon Tessarion. 'You are a sweetheart, kepa,' she called out to him from the air. 'It is no wonder that all those females wish to mate with you.' He could only laugh.

"Something amusing, nephew?" asked his uncle Doran with a smile, tapping his cane on the wooden floor.

Egg shook his head. "Tis nothing, uncle. Simply something my dragon tells me."

"I have heard that Targaryens can communicate with their beasts… is it the same with that wolf jogging alongside the wheelhouse?"

Looking out the window, Egg could see Smoke keeping up, tongue lolled out of his mouth. "Not the same, but we can understand each other. Direwolves are cunning creatures."

Doran nodded. "Cunning is the word I would most certainly use, aye." A glint of… something flashed across his eyes, but before Aegon could bring attention to it Doran had moved on. The congenial smile returning. "I must apologize for not having visited King's Landing since you were but a single year. It was unfortunate, given the growing stiffness of my joints and pain of my gout."

"That is what muna told me, and I bear no grudge, uncle. Ill is ill." It wasn't all he'd heard from his parents on the issue, but Egg did bear no grudge concerning his uncle's illness.

"A good boy, raised well by my sister." Doran looked him over. "And a strong, strapping boy as well. Your swordsplay, how does it fare?"

A shrug. "I can make my way around it. Ser Barristan says that I should after a decade be as skilled as he, or my kepa."

"From a knight as renowned as Ser Barristan Selmy, that is not faint praise." Doran leaned back, reaching for a bowl of figs and taking one. Idly munching upon the fruit. "Would you like one, nephew?"

"Alright." Aegon wouldn't say no to them. He and his siblings would oft have Alyssa scramble up the trees to nab figs for them in the gardens. When she grew too old, Visenya did it. When she grew too old, now it was Viserra's turn. "I love the sweetness."

Doran smiled wanly. "Your mother mentions that in her letters, though I remember that during your bouts of illness you requested only bland food."

Wincing, Aegon looked away out the window. Staring at the unfamiliar flora along the road from the harbor - unlike King's Landing, Sunspear harbor was distant from the keep and town. "Not pleasant memories there… but the great attacks don't happen anymore, and the rashes and fatigue is rare." Apart from headaches, he felt quite well. "Kepa told me he was waiting for my health to be in peak shape before he knighted me." A proud smile formed on his face. "And give me Fyrefist." The sword was always proudly on his hip.

"Yes, I am sure that is the case."

Egg's attention focused back on Doran. "Excuse me, uncle?"

"Forgive me for pointing this out, my Prince, but you are my nephew and thus I do wish for us to hold the same sort of relationship as you do with your uncle Oberyn."

"I wish for that as well." In spite of his words, Egg grew wary.

Leaning forward again, Doran rocked his cane back and forth. "Perhaps another reason is that he wishes not to allow your brother to be seen as being outpaced by yourself. I mean, no longer are you a weakling but fully capable. Even to draw praise of Ser Barristan Selmy and be given a knighthood and Valyrian steel blade."

Egg bristled. "Be careful of what you say of my valonqar, uncle. Baelon is my brother and I love him very much." Never would he be disloyal.

"Admirable, Aegon, very admirable. But that doesn't change that people would wish to see you back as Crown Prince now that the gods have thankfully brought you towards peak health."

Was Doran one of these people? Aegon hoped that wasn't true, for it would make him damned close to committing treason. "I am quite content with my position, uncle. A Prince of the Blood and a dragonrider, promised to powerful things for when my brother becomes King. Just as our sister will."

"Ah yes, dear Rhaenys. The apple of House Martell's eye." Doran leaned back, a wistful expression upon his face. Silent for the longest moment, a jolt brought his expression back to life. "Mayhaps… Rhaenys wasn't denied anything prior to your brother, correct?"

Egg blinked, confused. "She is far older than the two of us. Are you implying?"

"Forgive me, nephew. I seek no discord and only the truth. I hold suspicion that your father is seeking to betroth Rhaenys to Baelon - to which it would be welcome."

This was the first Aegon was hearing of this. "Kepa told me nothing of the sort." Rhae and Jon were close just as they both were to him, but even Egg could see that Sansa and Dany had marked Jon as their own for years.

"Right, perhaps I am seeing things that aren't there." Doran chuckled. "Just know something, Aegon, and this is not to make you uncomfortable or doubt the love you have for your brother… or that your brother has for you." Sickly though he was, the Prince of Dorne held a powerful stare. "You're a dragon, but you're also coming from the sands, both of which endured everything time has sent against them. If you truly think your brother can endure equally as well, then your loyalty is well placed. However, I would bear it in mind if you don't, especially after the event that made him travel under Ser Arthur?"

"You know of that?"

"Word travels, even if you don't wish it to. Another lesson." He smiled again, but this time Egg did not feel comforted.

He loved his uncle, but Aegon knew that the same relationship he had with his Stark uncles or Oberyn was not forthcoming with Prince Doran. Something to remember for later. Instead, he simply gazed out at the simple beauty of the landscape, thinking of the other beauties he would be sampling here.

Oh, how that did bring a smile to his face.

Puffs of breath left Nysar as she perched herself off of the exposed dark basalt rock, neck creening up to scan the great landscape around her. "What do you see, girl?" Rhaenys murmured, reaching out to stroke her fur. "What do you see that I don't?" She sat upon the rock as well, ass warm in her thick fur and leathers even as the stone was chilled by the ice and snow, but from her perch she saw nothing but a frozen wasteland. Beautiful, but a wasteland nonetheless. "Well?"

Nysar looked at her and simply licked her nose.

Rhaenys shook her head. "You're lucky I love you so much." She stroked the bridge between her eyes and the direwolf mewled in happiness.

"You know, Princess," grumbled Eddison Tollett, shovel yet again digging into the snow… only for half the snow he shoved out to tumble back into the hole. Two steps forward, one step back. "If yer father and uncle really want you to learn to fight and hump it with the scum of the earth, then you could join us, perhaps?"

Tilting her head back, Rhaenys gave the two Black Brothers to whom she found a bit of fondness quite the glittering, innocent smile. "It is not my fault that I was assigned the task of overwatch, not latrine digging." Edd mumbled something about a 'prissy princess,' which Rhaenys found delightfully amusing. Dolorous knew just how much of a 'priss' she was on the sparring court.

Finally though, he sighed. "Eh, could be fucking worse."

Grenn, also digging but with chattering teeth, looked up incredulously. "What could be worse than digging a damned latrine pit in this frozen cold?" Again he dug his shovel into the snow, and again it only dug half of what he wished to do.

"Believe me… it always could be worse," Edd muttered.

"Freezin' my stones off at the arse-end of the world in a literal shithole. Can't be worse."

Rhaenys hid a chuckle - one couldn't get better entertainment as this in any mummer's show in the entire Realm. "Least the cold will blot out the smell - freeze the shit where it is, so yeah, it always could be worse."

Edd grunted. "Didn't mean it like that but I suppose Prissy Princess is right."

"Prissy Princess…" Rhaenys' grin disappeared, making her near groan at the new voice. "I know some that could be described as that, and this one is not." Sandor walked up to her, arms crossed as he looked… quite unfazed by the cold. "She'll fuckin' gut you like a fish if you look at her sideways."

A snort. "Least I'll be warm then." Edd kept at shoveling.

Rolling her eyes, Rhaenys glanced at Sandor for a moment before looking back out at the landscape. "What are you doing here?"

"Some shithead was giving you the lust stare… same that the Karstark boy gives you, but damned if you'd let this fat fuck into your bed." Rhaenys simmered. Rast… the convicted rapist had been interested in her since arriving at Castle Black, and by the gods she wouldn't go near him without Nysar or a sword. "Don't worry, I scared him off like the little bitch he is."

She nodded. "How's the camp coming up?"

"They're working on it… whatever fucks set up this place knew where to pick if they want to see everywhere, not to get away though."

"Hmmm, what do you mean?"

"No good exits. If the First Men were tryin' to get away from somethin', they didn't do a very good job."

"No skeletons though in this frost. Probably means they weren't slaughtered." Though the wildlings could've carried the corpses away… or something more sinister.

Sandor for his part said nothing, only pointing. "Men comin'."

Rhaenys, peering out, grabbed the horn and brought it to her lips. Blowing hard as the booming of the horn echoed across the landscape. All work stopped, men standing and glancing in the direction of Rhaenys expectantly - with quite a lot of fear. For her part, Rhaenys kept the horn close to her lips… till the telltale signs of horsemen made her relax. "Our men," she stated, setting down the horn. "One blow, rangers back… and my uncle." A closer look found a smaller four-legged figure off to the side. Sprinter.

"One horn for ours, two for wildlings," Edd mused out loud, going back to digging. "Forced to stand there with our cocks in our hands till we know which is which."

"And three bells for white walkers." The two stared at her incredulously. "That's what my uncle says."

"Just ignore her," Sandor grumbled. "She and that brother of hers are always spouting useless drivel they read about." Grenn couldn't help but chuckle, while Sandor withstood Rhaenys' glare. I know not why Jon keeps you around. "Why did your uncle go with them? The rangers?"

Rhaenys shrugged. "He wants to be useful." But she'd be a lot more relieved when he and the other horsemen arrived. "Dynamism, it's what keeps the dynasty alive."

"Or dead." Sandor sat, arms folded. "Knew a lot of men. The shit ones all die early from stupidity, the great ones all die early cause they dive into places they shouldn't go. It's the mediocre ones in the middle that live to a ripe old age. Don't rock the boat."

A laugh left Rhaenys. "You're one of the great swordsmen, so you expect to die early?"

"Who said I want to live longer than my due?" She had nothing to say to that…

Until one of the shovels clunked. "The fuck?" Grenn grunted, falling to his knees as he brushed away the snow. "Edd, Princess, come see this."

Edd didn't move, but Rhaenys did. Boots crunching on the snow as she approached what appeared to be a wooden shield. "Those are First Men carvings."

"First rule of findin' old shit. Probably not meant for you to get at it," Edd grumbled, continuing to dig.

Rhaenys shook her head. "No, Tollett, they wanted us to find this." She pulled the shield away only to reveal… "A Night's Watch cloak." Inside… "Dragonglass."

"Dragonglass?"

"There's a cave full of it on Dragonstone." Rhaenys remembered playing there with Dany and Jon and Egg. "Why in Seven Hells would they be here? There has to be like twenty spearheads?" Mayhaps her uncle would know more when he showed up.

Sandor hitched his cloak tighter about him. "Makes me more suspicious of why there are no skeletons here." If he wished to elaborate, he didn't.

"Uncle…" Mya was normally quite mirthful, always a smile on her face and a jape tumbling from her lips. Much like her father, she was, ready to enjoy herself and be merry - but now she was nervous. A shifting maiden quiet and skittish. It did not suit her, but Stannis found himself unable to smile at the expression of a girl apprehensive to meet the man she would very likely marry. "I do wish father was here."

"Ah, I wish that myself." Given Robert was likely between the nude bodies of at least two, perhaps three wenches or whores deep in the city - Shae one of them, ever willing to partake in his games with him - it was for the best that he not be present. Not that Stannis would tell Mya that. Those innocent blue Baratheon eyes, they shone with love for Robert and an eagerness to please him.

He had no wish to ruin her with the truth for as long as he could. Hopefully the Seaworth boy will be good to her.

Biting her lip, she shifted where she stood. A tight blue dress fitting her athletic figure rather than the trousers she preferred. "What if he doesn't like me, uncle?"

"Then he is a fool that I should behead myself." A snort passed Mya's lips, the rare half-jape from Stannis working its charm.

Finally, the door opened to reveal Lord Davos Seaworth in his simple finery - clothes expensive as befitting the newfound richest Lord in the Crownlands but not anything extravagant as befitting his humble origins. His hair was balding and beard growing grey as he put on years, only for a taller and younger version of him to walk beside in something a bit more fine. The epitome of a young knight. He bowed as Davos did, but not low enough to be that of a supplicant or sworn sword, but an equal. "Lord Stannis," Davos spoke. "We meet again."

Stannis bowed as well, ever respectful to his old admiral. "Lord Davos. I can truly say it is a pleasure." Rising, Stannis reached out with his hand and squeezed as Davos squeezed it. "So is this your son?"

"Aye, my eldest. Ser Dale, winner of the King's Tourney melee one year ago and vanquisher of the great Pirate Lord Gruthard Pyree."

"Father, please, he was no Lord. Barely a landed knight or whatever the damned Stepstones call their minor lieges… but it was quite the struggle aboard one of our caravels." Dale was a handsome lad, but his confidence evaporated as his eyes fell upon Mya. Stannis watching while he gazed at her with… awe. "My Lady," he breathed.

A blush appeared on Mya's face, faced with the attention of the dashing young knight - born of two commoners but nevertheless carrying himself as any proper highborn. "My Lord… or should I say Ser?"

He reached out and took her hand, hesitantly kissing it. "Call… call me Dale, if you wish, my Lady." Stannis could've sworn that Mya swooned.

She never swooned.

Clearing his throat, Stannis congenially squeezed his niece's shoulder. "Perhaps the two young ones should spend some time alone among the gardens… under escort, though."

Davos, barely able to hide his own grin, nodded. "That sounds like a splendid idea. If the matter is to be concluded, then it's best to see if the future couple holds a proper liking to each other - as long as you act properly. Dale?"

"Of course, father. I only hold respect for Lady Mya."

Another blush, her creamy lids fluttering as she stared at Dale. "I shall attempt to offer little temptation to Ser Dale." All but Stannis shared a laugh together, though he managed a small smile. "Shall we?" Mya asked him with a glittering smile, extending her hand for Dale to allow to extend into the loop of his arm. Eyes locked as they stepped out of the chamber, one of the Baratheon guards following.

Hands behind his back, Stannis watched their retreating forms. "We can dispense with the worries that they do not get along, Lord Davos."

"Aye, we can, Lord Stannis," Davos replied with a grin. Gesturing to the table within the rented manse of House Seaworth within the city, overlooking Blackwater Bay and where the Master of Ships and Queen Dowager's Lady in Waiting availed themselves outside of their own keep, Davos bid Stannis to sit. "In my youth that would be that and it's straight to the septon and then to the bedchamber." His grin widened, undoubtedly from memory. "But I've been with my title for as long a time to know that this is only the beginning."

Stannis nodded. "I'd hate to do this to Mya since she and your son seem to be enamored with each other and royal assent has been given, but I cannot allow the betrothal without some assurances from yourself."

"Understood."

A marriage to the new House Seaworth would've rankled many houses of august bloodlines. Davos himself was the son of a crabber while Marya was the daughter of a rat-catcher if Stannis remembered correctly. Their combined positions in court and Davos' reputation at the Second Battle of the Arbor wouldn't be enough to such haughty aristocrats, but Stannis knew House Baratheon needed the leverage with the crown.

Not to mention other matters - hopefully Davos could see the use in such highborn blood to legitimize his children's claims to nobility. Six sons and one daughter. Plenty to do so with. "Now, many in the north of Robert's domain must spend their time carting their wares down to Storm's End or to King's Landing to conduct their trade. A special customs provision from yourself to be agreed to after the marriage would assign total trade to your keep via barge down the Wendwater."

Davos' brow rose. "Universal right to the trade duties off of the northern Stormlands." He leaned forward, hands pressed together. "What is it you desire, Stannis, to give me such a generous offer and beautiful daughter for my son?"

The smuggler was smarter than he looked, be it animal cunning or an actual ability to go about these highborn circles… did it truly matter though? Stannis decided to be frank. "The… ransom price after the last unpleasantness." Such was how he referred to Robert committing House Baratheon and the Stormlands to Aerys rather than Rhaegar during the latter's rebellion. "Both the lump sum and much of the ceded land has cost us greatly."

"Oh? For you to be admitting this to me must make it quite serious."

"Truly, I desire that you pay the dowry for both Mya and for Bella when it is her turn to be betrothed and marry."

"I see." Davos stroked his chin. "You assume that I have plenty of coin."

"Operating the royal fleet, as well as such rich lands connected to by your trading fleet also servicing much of the Crownlands and King's Landing, makes you very wealthy, Ser Davos. There is no doubt you can pay both dowries in case either's marriage suffers and they are required to live under Queen Alysanne's widow laws." Hopefully Davos would be desperate enough to want such an arrangement… or given the fact that outside the window Dale and Mya were locked in a sweet, chaste kiss, he'd be sentimental enough to agree.

"I shall think on it, but it shouldn't be a problematic arrangement. I feel that Dale will be the one that gains the most from this."

Stannis smiled. "Aye, that is true." The sooner Mya leave Storm's End, the better.

He did not expect that Robert bearing witness to Lyanna's looks of loathing would bear well on his temperament.

A/N: So we get more of an explaination of our new Valyrian family, Not dragonriders, but something more.

Rhaenys is north of the wall while Aegon begins his adventure.

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