AN: Hello all yes I'm still here and sorry for the delay. This is mostly a filler chapter just to keep you all interested as I've been busy reading other stories so haven't really had time to write much. Will do more but thought you'd like something now. Enjoy.

Coming of the Red anchor

Decisions To Be Made

End 298AC

Kings Landing

Tyrion

Looking over his notes he sighed contemplatively as he tried to organise the gold cloaks and defences of the city in preparation for Renly's inevitable assault. He had two thousand competent members of the City Watch. In the last week he had recruited another thousand and was working on more using bribes and good leadership. His first act as Hand had been to remove Janos Slynt from command and placed Ser Jacelyn Bywater in charge. One reason Janos had to go was that he had betrayed the previous Hand, Eddard Stark, and Tyrion didn't want his sister to get ideas. Secondly he needed a competent commander of the Watch for when the attack came, Slynt would no doubt run like the coward he was.

He was looking over some of the crown's finances when a knock came at the door and Grand Maester Pycelle came in with his slow hunched walk annoying Tyrion given its almost certainly fake nature. "Letter for you my lord Hand" came the croaky voice of the croaky old man. Tyrion took the proffered note and glanced at the unbroken seal.

"It's from Sarsfield?" Tyrion said with surprised.

"Indeed, something must have happened, perhaps the northern barbarians invaded the Golden Tooth?"

"Even if true the note should have come from Casterly Rock if they needed to request further aid. Makes no sense for it to come from anywhere else." He broke the seal and read the note. He paled when he finished and reached for his cup of wine and drank heavily.

"My lord?" Pycelle questioned worriedly. Though Tyrion drank often he never downed a cup so quickly.

"Summon the Small Council and the King, grave news has come."

xxxxx

Tyrion waddled into the council chambers and saw his sister sitting on Tommen's left side with Jaime beside her as his right as Lord Commander. Pycelle was sat further down with Varys sitting opposite Jaime. "Why are we here you little beast? We aren't some whore you can just call as you demand" Cersei snapped angrily and Tommen looked down, embarrassed by his mother's words.

"Now now sweet sister I serve my family as you do" he replied in a sarcastic and innocent voice. "I have news that regrettably needs to be said."

"So what is it then?" she snapped.

"We received a raven from Sarsfield -"

"Sarsfield?" Cersei interrupted. "Why would we get a raven from there, tell them to inform Casterly Rock and leave whatever minor issue it is to them, we are waging a war we do not have time for minor houses complaining about the odd thief."

"Well that will be difficult considering Casterly Rock has fallen." Silence answered that statement before Cersei started screaming at him while Jaime tried to calm her. Tommen and Varys sat contemplatively while Pycelle muttered on about the impossibility of the Rock falling. Eventually Jaime got Cersei to calm enough for Tyrion to speak further. "According the note, Lannisport was attacked and the Rock taken by surprise while the garrison was away."

"How? How could they take it?" Jaime asked and Tyrion could only shrug as the note merely informed them of what happened not how, not much can be written on raven notes.

"Varys have you heard anything?" Tommen asked softly.

"Unfortunately little has come my way Your Grace. In fact I only know that it was House Britanican who carried out both attacks using their fleet. Word is they are digging in and securing their hold on the Rock" he reported, his soft voice carrying across the room. "Ships come by sea to keep them supplied and they have sunk or captured any Lannister or Westerlands vessels that could have challenged them. They are, effectively, supreme at sea."

"No, no no no NOO!" Cersei practically screamed, distraught and unbelieving of their home falling. "They can't have our home, it is impregnable, unconquerable. It has never been taken, some lowly northern barbarians can't have taken it!"

"You forget Cersei that House Britanican is made up of foreigners who fight wars differently from us and are primarily a naval power. It is not surprising that they may have found some way inside from the sea side" Tyrion posited. He too felt broken knowing that their home had fallen and sincerely hoped that it was not true. He hoped that Aunt Genna and cousin Joy were being treated well, he didn't mind so much about the Frey though, annoying weasels. He briefly worried if they had used his own hideaway tunnel that he'd used to bring whores inside when he'd been put in charge of the Rock's sewage network. If they had used that he'd feel awful, guilt ridden in fact, far more than ever before.

"Grandfather should be told, should he not?" Tommen asked hesitantly, breaking the uneasy silence.

"Indeed Your Grace, I will ready a messenger to inform him of the situation" Pycelle said eagerly and slowly shuffled out the room.

"I will set my little birds to find out how they may have taken the Rock and what their plans may be" Varys said before also standing, bowing and leaving the room.

"Is it bad that I feel like this isn't going the way Joffrey said it would?"

"Don't worry Your Grace, this is still winnable. Father can beat the Stark boy with the might of the Westerlands" Jaime said confidently though Tyrion wasn't quite sure it was said as confidently as it was meant to. Tommen seemed to appreciate it though and relaxed somewhat.

"Father will destroy those northern barbarians, don't you worry my sweet little lion. Now, why don't you go have some lessons with Maester Pycelle?" Cersei said sweetly to her son

"Yes mother. Are you sure grandfather can end this?"

"If anyone can resolve this, our father can" Tyrion said as confidently as he could. Tommen smiled and left the room leaving the Lannister siblings to contemplate the fall of their family's home. "Well, we are truly fucked" Tyrion said despondently. Jaime hummed in agreement.

"Don't say that" Cersei snapped. "The might of the Westerlands will drive them from our home and then father will gut them like fish and wolves on the battlefield" she retorted angrily. Jaime and Tyrion just shared a look that said they weren't so sure.

Varys

Things were progressing in a way he hadn't expected. This war, he'd thought, would be quick; the Riverlands would be subdued and the wolves beaten back to their northern wastes before Renly too would be defeated. Instead Robb Stark had rushed south with a large host of well over twenty thousand and destroyed one Lannister host before forcing the Old Lion to fall back to Harrenhall. Then the most unexpected and unpredictable of things occurred; Casterly Rock fell to House Britanican with Lannisport being sacked leaving the Lannister garrison down to under half strength and outside while the occupiers lost only around a thousand or so. He'd smiled and done a mental dance at the destruction rained down on the Lannisters. Their arrogance had finally been beaten down and humbled. The mighty lion didn't look so mighty now their home was in enemy hands.

It now gave him the opportunity to weaken them further in order to restore the dragons to their position as rulers of Westeros. A better ruler with the right name and backing was what was need after Aerys and Robert. Tommen was a good lad, Varys could admit, but not one suited for kingship. He was weak willed, though not unintelligent, and was dominated by his mother and even his uncle Tyrion. Cersei was just a power obsessed woman who whore herself out to her brother and had even bedded her cousin Lancel if his spies were correct. Her plans were blunt, obvious and careless though also powerful and drastic usually, however she relied on her father's name and long reach in order to do most of it.

Tyrion though was one of the better people he'd met he felt. The man cared somewhat for the people and the realm but was limited by his condition as well as the dislike his father and sister had for him. As Hand he was doing admirably, even playing the game quite well. He was a much better Hand than the poor northern fool who'd preceded him. In a way Varys felt rather sorry for Ned Stark. The northern lord was clearly unprepared for the job in terms of it politics and southern ways though he'd been somewhat more cautious and secretive than Varys had expected. Not enough to truly play the game though Stark did try when it came to Robert's death. Not a half bad attempt but Cersei would never have allowed it sadly. Now Stark was at Riverrun after a successful escape attempt and the assassination of Joffrey. Truly the realm was better off without that mad incest spawn on the throne but still appearances must be maintained.

He pondered what to before deciding to write to Illyrio again. Perhaps he'd found the poor girl Daenerys by now. It truly was amazing how she'd completely disappeared. Tracing the ship she'd been taken to had been hard given where they'd been but then following its course was even worse. He had vaguely traced it to the Stepstones before loosing it around Dorne. The few little birds he had there however had said that the ship never showed in any dock nor did they see it. Perhaps they switched ships r changed sails to disguise themselves he thought with a tired sigh. That said some secret discussion between Lords Stark and Baratheon at Dragonstone had caught his eye but the details discussed were unknown. Just what were those two up to?

Tywin

Harrenhall

Tywin was in a pickle. The Stark boy's forces had been gathering at Riverrun and he now had word that Eddard Stark, the northern honourable fool that had been Robert's last Hand, had finally turned up. Where he had been Tywin wasn't too sure though he suspected speaking with Stannis on Dragonstone. In the mean time he was digging in at Harrenhall and now raiding much of the southern Riverlands to support his troops and to make a point to these rebels. Still, they now had a bunch of capable commanders and even the young Stark had proven surprisingly capable though maybe it was just good advise. They also now had the troops to truly challenge him and the Westerlands. His scouts estimated around five and thirty thousand. He only had just under twenty. To make matter worse few of his brother's forces, barely a hundred or so had made it to the Golden Tooth or to himself here at Harrenhall. If he was to win he'd need another host and probably sellswords. Luckily the Rock had a good supply of gold to pay for it all. Now then what to do?

"We should stage hit and run attacks in multiple areas to force them to spread their troops, then we hit the main host" suggested Ser Marbrand. Tywin didn't react but did appreciate the relatively sensible suggestion. It was so hard to get good battle commanders these days. In fact he would almost say the Northern/Riverland forces had him beat with Lord Stark, The Blackfish, Stark's son, Lord Bolton and Lord Mallister all being good or excellent commanders. Only Stannis and Randyl Tarly being the remaining battle commanders to be truly feared. Thankfully Tarly was limited by the buffoon of a Tyrell while Stannis only had around five thousand men.

"And what about that fool Renly? He's marching down the Rose Road and could be soon to hit the capital" pointed out Ser Harys.

"Renly is moving too slowly to be a true threat as of yet. We need to defeat the Starks before we turn south" Tywin said firmly, brokering no argument from the assembled lords. A knock came at the wooden door to their conference room and Tywin called them in. A tired looking messenger approached with a scroll.

"Message from Kings Landing my lord." He nodded and broke the seal of the letter before reading. His eyes widened in shock, displaying his surprise on a usually unmoving face. Unfortunately the news was such that even he could not have foreseen it or keep cool.

"My lord? What news?" Ser Harys asked hesitantly. Could he tell them? Should he? He would look weak informing them of this. But they'd find out shortly, everyone will no doubt and lying would make him look even weaker. He sighed before taking a sip from his cup of wine to fortify himself.

"Is this true?" he said coldly to the messenger, making many of the assembled lords and knights shake in fear at the calmness that belied the buried anger.

"Grand Maester Pycelle said Varys had confirmed what the letter said my lord. I was not told the contents though" the messenger said nervously.

"I see." Tywin paused before speaking again. "Casterly Rock… has fallen" he announced bitterly. All around him his vassal lords gasped in shock and horror at the news that the supposedly impregnable fortress had been captured. Many started shouting; thinking of surrender, worrying about keeps and families back home or even suggesting launching attacks in retaliation. "Silence" Tywin said commandingly though most ignored it and continued in their panic. "SILENCE!" he thundered while slamming his hands on the table and this time it got through to them. Many shrunk back in fear while those furthest down the table merely shut their mouths. "This is… a set back to be true, but one we will come back from. Now I will issue orders for a host of ten thousand to be raised and they will take back the Rock. I will hire sells swords and all manner of others to swarm our ranks and then I will make another Reins of Castamere on both this House Britanican as well as House Stark. I will level any and all who stand against us. Now GET OUT!" he shouted angrily, his composure failing again as he took in the news of his home falling into enemy hands.

Daenarys

Stoneyport

Living here was harder than she thought though given how far north she was she shouldn't have been surprised. She had stayed on board the large metal ship, so unbelievable but somehow true, and had been relatively warm inside. They ha been instructing her on some history, but also they told her the truth of her father and the rebellion. She couldn't believe it at first, Viserys had said their father was betrayed by lions, wolves and stags and was given bad advise, yet here she heard of a mad king who burnt many including the former Lord Stark and his heir. It was eye opening. She'd even written to the last member of her family, a Maester Aemon, who lived at The Wall who confirmed it but he also told her stories of Targaryens past as well as passing on secrets only the family should know. It was the advise on what to do that really helped her she felt, reflecting on the past few months. Aemon had told her to learn all she could from the Northmen who looked after her and to try to build a base of support for which she could use to aid her in finding somewhere to live properly without relying on being looked after. Don't go for the throne he'd written, that old chair is cursed for our family. Make a new life for yourself my dear niece. Still she couldn't help wondering if a Targaryen would do a better job with the throne given the rumour she'd heard about the Usurper. That had changed once the tale of the war had been told. The Usurpers children weren't even his and the lions had alienated much of the realm. Perhaps a dragon could do better. She was certainly more confident now she had gotten away from her brother and with the tuition she'd received she felt more knowledgeable about running a kingdom.

The dragon eggs though, they fascinated her. Uncle Aemon had told her about Summerhall and its failure and warned from doing anything reckless but still, she was drawn to them. The people of House Britanican had taken them from her upon her arrival and had only returned them to her after a few weeks. She'd asked why but only gotten strange words; X-rays, MRIs, skin samples and DNA scans. She knew not of what it meant though she vaguely understood that they'd been studying the eggs before returning them to her. In a way she couldn't blame them, dragon eggs were beyond rare so having three this close was well worth the study. At the same time she wished they'd asked but at least they were with her now. For some strange reason, she wasn't quite sure why, she kept them on an open fire that she'd had to ask the crew of this metal ship to make for her. She'd felt a dull warmth from the eggs, or maybe just one of them, and so kept them there, well heated and safe in the fire.

FIRE AND BLOOD, FIRE AND BLOOD. The words echoed in her mind more deeply now, slowly building the longer the eggs were in the fire. Calling to her and in every dream she saw a different shaped dragon, but it was always one of the same three. It was then that she decided to be somewhat reckless. She pushed the bed covers off her and pulled her sleepwear close while pulling on a pale blue... dressing gown she thought the northerners had called it. In her room she had a large single bed along with a wardrobe and a set of draws. The fire pit with the eggs was furthest from the door and near to a wide window she could open and close as she liked. A plain square wood rimmed mirror hung on the wall above the draws. She walked slowly over to the fires, the heat slowly starting to brush against her pale smooth skin, a gentle heat that she enjoyed far more than the harsh cold winds and snow outside. Her hand reached out to caress the warm eggs that despite the fire below did not seem excessively hot to her. A cleaner who had once knocked the eggs in passing had cried out at the slight contact and gone to run his hand under cold water in her bathroom. She'd been surprised but perhaps it was just another example of being a Targaryen, a true dragon. Even Viserys had burnt himself once and had hidden it from view so as to still appear a true dragon. She grabbed a knife she had taken from kitchens when she'd decided on this course of action and slowly cut the palm of her hand. The pain was such that she grimaced and almost cried out but she need to continue for she knew the northerners would stop her. Who wants dragons roaming about burning things after all?

The heat grew hotter now as if sensing the impending completion of the act she was to do. As the blood pooled in the her she gently dripped her blood over the three eggs. Her blood hissed and sizzled as if frying on the shells before seemingly sinking into the eggs themselves. She gasped in wonder and waiting for a few minutes but nothing seemed to happen. She went to the bathroom to wash her hand before wrapping it in a towel or some cloth. She glanced back at her eggs and sighed disappointedly. Perhaps they truly were stones after all. She got back into her warm comfy bed and fell asleep, dreaming of dragons once more.

xxxxx

She awoke to the faint feeling of something nuzzling her and the odd chirping. She wondered if a bird or a dog or something had got in during the night through the door or window before remembering both were shut. She slowly opened her eyes to see a dark shape above her face. The chirping and growling came again and she blinked a few times before fully taking in what sat on her chest staring at her. A scaly black, with the hint of red, head and orange-red eyes. The two stayed there staring at each other before it chirped again and she slowly sat up forcing the creature further down the bed. At the bottom of the bed lay another creature, this one of a green and bronze colour. She gasped seeing the wings both possessed. Dragons. They were dragons. She looked about at the noise from the room as a chair fell over and saw a third crawling about the room after falling from a chair it had been climbing. The third was a cream and golden colour. She had dragons. Dragons lived. She was a Targaryen with dragons. Oh gods she had dragons, what in seven hells was she gonna do now. She laid back on her bed and sighed. Another thing to think about.

Jon

First month of 299AC

Riverrun

He had arrived at the seat of the Tullys with Lord Warrington and a few soldiers at the request of his brother and father. Seeing Riverrun was something. The rivers either side plus the deep moat or trench linking both in front of the castle made for one rather defensible position. It just lacked size when compared to Winterfell or even Casterly Rock. The group of ten rode into the castle after a long ride from Seagard, meeting them in the main courtyard was Robb and his father, Robb looking happy to see him while father was solemn as always. "Robb!" he greeted and was met by a hug from his brother, their dire-wolves sniffing and then playfully nipping at each other. Father just stood with a rueful smile before turning to Lord Warrington.

"Lord Warrington" father's voice rumbled. "You made good progress. There is much to discuss. There is a meeting after noon, please be present. Congratulations also on your conquest of Casterly Rock, I do not need to remind you that Tywin will be coming after you and your House for this insult."

"My thanks my lord and I will be there. And yes I know Tywin will want to get his home back. We are digging in and prepared for a siege. He will find his own defences turned against him plus those we've added" Warrington replied with a smirk. Jon shivered slightly knowing full well what the Lannister would face.

"You alright Jon?" Robb asked, he clearly picked up on the shiver.

"Yeah Robb I'm fine, it's just I know what the Lannisters will find and they aren't gonna like it. Warrington and his people have dug in hard and their weapons…" he trailed off with a far away look in his eye.

"Aye I know what you mean. We used these cannons to bombard one third of the besieging force while my main force took theirs and the Blackfish took the final third. The results were, well, those that saw them threw up or were badly shaken. It was not pleasant I can definitely say" Robb said shakily as he thought back to the weapons House Britanican used. "I'm just glad they fight for us, I'd hate to face them in battle."

"Aye you're right there brother. So how has the war gone for you?"

"Oh you know, a sword fight here and a horse charge there" Robb said playfully and gave his brother a friendly knock with his elbow. Jon grunted but smiled back. Before Jon could speak further their father called to them.

"Robb, Jon, come. I need to speak with you both privately. There is something you must know." The two young lads followed their father into the main keep and down corridors until they came to a room where two guards stood dressed in Stark colours. Once inside on saw that it was fairly bare, lacking items to indicate its inhabitant. On one wall was the great sword Ice, sheathed in its scabbard. Their father took a seat behind the desk in the room, which was covered in papers along with the seal of House Stark, while indicating for them to sit on the chairs before it. "What I am about to tell you I should have told you sooner but knew of no way to tell you and refrained so for your own protection. Remember that, I did it to protect you Jon, as I swore you mother to do."

"Father should I be here if this is about Jon?" Robb asked hesitantly, he glanced at Jon who was almost on the edge of his seat with nerves. 'To protect him? Who was his mother then?'

"You can stay Robb, others will know soon enough so you may as well know now."

"Who is she? Is she alive? Did she love me?" Jon asked.

"She's dead Jon, she died barely hours after your birth" their father said with a tired sigh. "As you know the rebellion in part was started by the supposed kidnapping of my sister Lyanna. After all the battles and the relieving the siege at Storm's End I went to Dorne with six companions whom I trusted most and were capable warriors. When we arrived at a tower at the northern edge of the Red Mountains guarded by three Kingsguard, Ser Arthur Dayne, Lord Commander Gerold Hightower and Ser Oswell Whent. After some talk where I tried to get them to surrender we fought. These men moved and fought unlike any I have encountered. They were true swordsmen who's talent we are unlikely see again. I fought against Ser Arthur with Ethan Glover and Howland Reed and while the three of us could keep up with him we could not defeat him. As we fought the others fell one by one until only myself and Howland remained fighting Ser Arthur. I am ashamed to say I was disarmed and almost killed before Howland, wounded from earlier, struck a fatal blow to Arthur's back. It was enough for me to grab my sword and deliver a killing blow and ending him." Jon and Robb had listened closely as their father described the battle and the not so honourable end that Ser Arthur suffered though they could understand. What would they do to get Sansa or Arya back. "With that done I rushed into the tower and found Lyanna on a bed, pale faced and weak. She'd been slowly bleeding out and had very little life left in her. She was broken I think, from our father's and Brandon's deaths but also Rhaegar's" Lord Stark said sadly.

"Rhaegar's? Why would she care about him if she was kidnapped?" Robb asked in confusion. Jon nodded in agreement, it made no sense for her to care.

"Aye that was what I'd thought initially before she explained it all. Gods I curse her for not thinking things through and risking so much but now I can't help but understand her seeing how Robert turned out. That said I suspect, and Robert would no doubt have agreed, that she would have kept him in line but they would have angered each other a lot. She left willingly with Rhaegar and married him in a godswood by the High Septon while also repeating it in a sept. From there they headed south to Dorne."

"But Rhaegar was already married? How could he marry again?" Robb said incredulously.

"She was betrothed how could she break her duty?" Jon asked. Their father nodded understandingly at their confusion.

"Aye I thought the same but she did not love Robert, did not like him at all, thinking him a drunk, whoring fool. He already had a bastard in the Vale and she did not like how he acted. As for Rhaegar, I believe he used a Valyrian custom of multiple marriages under the reasoning that Elia could no longer safely produce any further children. I believe a prophesy was also involved that Rhaegar became obsessed with which led to him choosing Lyanna" Ned explained to the boys. "In the end I found Lyanna dying on the bed from childbirth, a son had been born and Lyanna swore me to protect the boy from Robert who would have no doubt killed the child as a threat to his reign and proof that Lyanna did not love him and that the rebellion was built on a lie. To this day I do not know how Brandon came to think she had been kidnapped." The two brothers looked at each other wondering where this unknown cousin was.

"Is our cousin with Lord Reed?" Robb asked while leaning forward towards the desk. Their father smiled at that, as if laughing at a joke known only to himself.

"Your cousin sits beside you Robb" he replied with a smirk before turning to Jon. "I brought you here and hid you as my bastard son in order to protect you from Robert and the Lannisters and so that you could be raised with your family. Jon, you are the son of my sister Lyanna and Rhaegar Targaryen. His last surviving child and by all rights the true king of Westeros." Jon gasped in shock at the news. He couldn't believe it, wouldn't. 'No it couldn't be true. Yet is explained much like his looks and lean frame, the high cheek bones and darker eyes. What am I now, a bastard? Or a king?' he stood up abruptly and started pacing heavily. Waling back and forth bend Robb while both turned to look at him.

"Brother? Cousin? It matters not to me, you are still my brother. You know Arya will say the same and call you stupid" Robb japed and a small grin tugged at his lips thinking of his little sis-cousin. They were all cousins now. Though an anger buried deep within threatened to lash out.

"Why? Why tell me now when I've asked countless times? Why hide it from me?!" Jon said turning to his father, no his uncle if the story was true. Anger and sad tears made his eyes red. Ned just sighed again tiredly.

"To protect you. If you knew you might have acted differently than a bastard should and then people would look closely at you and then perhaps realise my story was false and that you were Lyanna's. Also… I wanted to forget. The war was, well, it wasn't nice and it ended badly with Aegon and Rhaenys being killed just as it had started with my father, brother and sister dying or being kidnapped so I thought. Benjen left as soon as he could to The Wall while I stayed here. Me and him both wanted to forget the rebellion as it had cost us so much. So I kept putting off telling you until you older and then the time wasn't right and then when the time could have come the king was here." He sighed sadly. "It was just easier to put off and bury the truth and I was tired of war and its cost. I'm sorry Jon."

"I – I need some time alone to… accept this" Jon said slowly, not even sure what he wanted or where to go but knowing he needed to get out.

"Aye lad, come speak with me if you wish to know something of your mother."

"Father what is Jon's real name then or did aunt Lyanna name him Jon?" Robb asked suddenly just a Jon was about to leave. He paused and turned to his fath- no his uncle.

"He was named Jaehaerys after the Conciliator." Jaehaerys, it was nice name he supposed.

He nodded at Lord Stark and left, wondering the corridors aimlessly. Who was he then? What did he want to do? Anger at Lord Stark for how his wife had treated him bubbled under the surface as it always had. Gods what a mess, he found himself somehow, in the godswood of Riverrun, just staring at the sad faced carved into the weirwood. He knelt before the tree and placed a hand on the wood and prayed. 'What do I do? Who am I? I do not know if I want to be king or even know how to be one. Old gods please tell me, what do I do?' He got no response beyond the odd breeze from he wind and the gently sway of the tree's branches. Just as he was about to give up and sit down in the woods and garden a vague feeling came over him. Almost as if he was being watched.

Be a Dragon, accept your destiny. A voice seemed to echo in his mind. Save the realm from the danger that is to come. Restore the family to the pre-eminence it had before.

'The Old Gods?' Jon thought reverently. A dark chuckle responded to that thought.

Merely a raven delivering a message young dragon, restore our family and prepare for winter. For winter is coming and the dead come with it.

AN: So I hope you enjoyed this rather delayed chapter. We have the fallout within the Lannisters as well as Danny getting some dragons and Jon getting the truth plus the visit of a distant relative. Stay safe out there folks, until next time!