Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and The Game of Thrones. They belong to their respective authors. I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.

AN: I would like to apologize for my mistakes in advance. I do not have a beta.

The Dothraki Sea

Jorah reread the words, unsure whether to believe them or not. As far as the world knew, the Targaryen were gone – other than his Khaleesi. King Robert would've killed the girl if he'd found out that one of Prince Rhaegar's children still lived. The letter said that the girl had been hidden until now, but with the death of the King, she decided to at least let her family know – Daenerys and Maestor Aemon.

This was what left him uncertain. He'd met Maestor Aemon once and knew the man had dedicated his life to the night's watch. If Maestor Aemon had informed the girl about Daenerys and Viserys, she could be telling the truth. If not, he would've to make sure to protect his Khaleesi.

Also, the letter had been addressed to both the Targaryen's, which meant she had no idea about Viserys's demise. So, it surely couldn't be from Kings Landing.

He couldn't do anything which would put Daenerys Targaryen in danger. She had just lost both her husband and child, and he wasn't sure if this was the correct moment to show her the letter and give her false hope. He needed to make sure this wasn't a ruse to kill Daenerys. He couldn't leave, but he knew a man who could do it for him. He needed to send a raven to Westeros.

Kings Landing

He didn't hate the woman sitting in front of him, but there was no lost love between them either. He could honestly say that he didn't care for anyone in his family other than his brother and his nephews and niece. Tyrion had never imagined himself being the hand of a king – any king. His father hated him, but he valued blood ties over anything else, which was why he'd been tasked to rule the kingdom instead of the King or the Queen regent. This was his chance, perhaps his only chance to show everyone that he was more than the imp they thought him to be. He was determined to prove himself, which was going to be an extremely difficult task if what he'd heard or read was true.

He took a mouthful of liquor, eying his sister and rolled his eyes. She was an obstinate and imprudent woman, one who wanted everything she wished – which included nothing but power over seven kingdoms. It made him seem awful, but he believed Cersei had played a role in the death of her husband.

She outright glared, not even bothering to hide her disgust and demanded, "I would like to know how you tricked father into this."

"If I were capable of tricking Father, I'd be Emperor of the world by now. You brought this on yourself." He told her casually.

She took the seat next to his and replied, "I've done nothing."

And she wasn't wrong', Tyrion thought. She'd done nothing because she couldn't do anything. She had lost her son to the throne. A young boy who was arrogant and had no respect for anyone. Someone who was only amused to see people suffering, even though he didn't have the balls to fight anyone himself. A sadist and a coward to boot – who was likely product of incest. Though he didn't say any of it, instead uttered, "Quite right – you did nothing when your son called for Ned Stark's head! Now the entire North has risen up against us!"

"I tried to stop it." She told him seriously and he did not doubt that she might've, but she had no control over the brainless boy and she had been just as helpless at the moment. Another part of his brain told him that Ned Stark had been honourable and the last tie to her late husband. She might have planted the seed in her son's head for her purpose.

"Did you? You failed. That bit of theatre will haunt our family for a generation." He tried to make her understand the direness of the situation.

"Robb Stark is a child." She laughed.

"Who's won every battle he's fought! Do you understand we're losing the war?!" He snapped. Tyrion wanted to slap her in the face and force her to face the reality instead of living in her imaginary power land! She couldn't care less that 'a child' had defeated their army and had managed to take Jaime prisoner, who was one of the best fighters, the country had seen! Was she forgetting that her oldest, who wasn't much younger than Robb Stark couldn't even wield a sword without his knees trembling?

"What do you know about warfare?"

There it was again – the mockery. Tyrion breathed and said, "Nothing. But I know people, and I know that our enemies hate each other almost as much as they hate us."

For once, he wasn't sure what to say… because it seemed impossible. Even the spider seemed bothered by the news – or the rumours. He looked at her in the eye and sighed heavily before adding the piece of information that was the most dangerous one so far.

"Robb Stark, the child," he emphasized to make fun of her ignorance and naivety. "…has one very important ally. A girl – with dragons."

Cersei arched an eyebrow as if waiting for him to finish the joke. She looked at him as if he'd lost his mind and said with an unladylike snort, "The last dragon died 300 years ago."

"Apparently, not. Somehow, this girl has managed to acquire more than one dragon." He said.

Leaning back in the chair, she regarded him for a few moments before asking slowly, "How many?"

He replied, "Two, as far as we know."

She clenched her jaw and asked through gritted teeth, "Is she a Targaryen? The Mad King's daughter?"

"No." Tyrion shook his head because sadly, this was the extent of his knowledge and said, "The Mad Kings daughter is still across the narrow sea with the Dothraki."

Beyond frustrated, his sister snapped, "Then who is she?!"

"No one knows." He shrugged.

He saw her grip tightening on her wine glass and she turned the death glare to look out at the sky. She nearly spat, "How big…?"

"Not much. Possibly the size of a kitten. Maybe smaller." He told truthfully, or as much as his source has informed him. It was said that the last dragon to live was even smaller than a kitten. If these were the same, they could certainly take care of them.

Her confidence returned and she stated firmly, "Joffrey is King."

"Joffrey is King." He repeated because he had no choice but to agree. His family might not think much of him, but he was nothing if not loyal.

"You are here to advise the King." She confirmed as if to make sure he wouldn't end up usurping her son.

"Only here to advise him." He assured her and could see some of her tension ease. But he wasn't done and added softly, "And if the King listens to what I say, the King might just get his uncle Jaime back."

She tried to hide her eagerness, but wasn't successful as she asked, "How?"

"You love your children. It's your one redeeming quality. That and your cheekbones. The Starks love their children as well, and we have two of them." Tyrion might not have known how to fight in a battle, but he knew how diplomacy worked. He was confident that they could get Jaime back in exchange for two Starks. They needed to do this fast – before the King ended up doing irreversible damage to the girls.

"One," Cersei interjected without looking at him.

Befuddled, he couldn't control himself and asked indignantly, "…one?"

"Arya, that little animal – she disappeared." It was astounding how full of herself his sister could be! How ignorant?! What did she expect? That the girl would willingly stay with the murderers of her father?

"Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke? We had three Starks to trade. You chopped one's head off and let another escape." He snarked and paused enough to calm himself. He picked his wine glass and took a sip before speaking merrily, "Father would be furious. Must be odd for you… to be the disappointing child."

She shot him a look that spoke louder than words, but looked away, clearly afraid of what their father might say despite being queen regent.

Robb's Camp

Robb stormed into the tent, throwing the scroll in front of his mother and nearly begged, "Tell me you didn't do it."

Lady Catelyn's heart fell even before her eyes fell on the scroll before, they looked up to glare at the girl standing behind her son. The girl had the audacity to glare back – at the king's mother. At the wife of a man, who had provided an orphan shelter and food. She had disliked the girl because of the things she could do from an early age – things which had the potential to harm her family and for her closeness to her husband's bastard. But at the moment, she loathed her! She thought herself to be superior to everyone because of her beauty and acquiring four dragons. And now, she was manipulating her son to do her bidding! Turning her son against her! She knew how beautiful girls with no name worked. Catelyn didn't think the two were sleeping together, there were no signs, but one couldn't tell. Or there could be a possibility that she'd bewitched her soft-hearted son in doing her bidding! Why else would he worry about the beasts more than his own blood?

Outraged, she asked, "You're intercepting my letters now?"

Robb didn't back down, looking downright displeased, he spoke, "You asked the Lannister's to return Arya and Sansa in exchange for a dragon!"

"I did it to save my daughters." The redheaded woman snapped as if it justified her actions.

His eyes shone with disappointment as he said, "Elsa is a part of the family and you betrayed her trust."

"She's not my family!" Unable to stop herself, Lady Catelyn screamed.

"The dragons do not listen to anyone but Elsa! Do you even realize how dangerous it would be?!" Frustrated, Robb cried out. "And they'll be slaughtered the moment the Lannister's' set their eyes on them!"

Lady Catelyn raised her chin defiantly and said, "If I get my daughters back, I'll trade all the beasts I have to offer."

Elsa's lilac eyes blazed as she gritted out, "They're not yours to offer."

The woman looked at her coldly and spat, "Have a care how you speak to the mother of your King! You're nothing but a lowly orphan my husband sheltered –"

"MOTHER!" Robb bellowed, stopping whatever his mother was about to say; his blue eyes daring her to say another word.

Elsa wasn't sure she would be able to handle whatever the woman had to say next, so she turned around and left Lady Catelyn's tent, leaving the two Starks alone.

Despite her previous anger, Elsa smiled as her dragons soared high in the sky. Diving deep into the lake to catch their food and burned the fishes with green coloured fire, right before swallowing them whole. She had followed them on her horse, stopping when they happily found something to fulfil their hunger.

"They're scary."

She smiled at Torrhen. Despite being dubious and scared shitless, he had still followed her. So far, he was the only one who hadn't looked at her as if she was about to eat him alive, for which she was more than grateful.

"They're just children." She told him.

As if on cue, Aeghar attacked Rhaegal, who had been busy devouring his food and hadn't noticed his brothers approaching. The green dragon screech angrily, snapping his teeth at his younger brother. While the two fought in the air, Balerion lunged at the half-eaten fish, leaving nothing behind.

"Children, you say?" Torrhen asked mockingly, lips twitched upwards in a ghost of a smile, even as he kept his eyes on the dragons carefully. The two stared at the dragons, one filled with pride at how fast her children were learning and the other with somewhat horrified awe.

Torrhen couldn't hold back and asked, "How do you talk to them?"

She side-eyed him. He seemed genuinely curious, so she said with a shrug, "I've always been able to talk to them and I can feel their emotions. It helps me in understanding what they want."

He nodded, looking truly fascinated and mumbled, "Remarkable. I could've never thought I'll see dragons…"

They heard the sounds of horses riding and turned to see Robb along with four of his guards. They stopped and dismounted the horses. The men were scared, but Robb wasn't bothered. He walked towards her, looking ashamed as if he'd bad-mouthed her instead of his mother.

Torrhen stood straight and bowed. "Your Grace."

"Your Grace." Elsa inclined her head as well.

Robb made a face and gave her a look as he muttered, "You don't have to call me that."

She nodded before turning back to look at her dragons, who were playing in the sky happily. Robb sat on the rock just beside her and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Elsa shook her head and stated fervently, "You don't have to be."

"Mother isn't thinking clearly after father…" He stopped, looking for the correct words before speaking again, "She doesn't understand this war. She just wants Sansa and Arya back."

"I know." That was all she could say. On one hand, Elsa didn't think she could forgive Lady Catelyn for scheming behind her back; on the other, she understood that Robb was stuck in a rock and a hard place. Her eyes met his and she squeezed one of his hands softly, hoping to assure him that everything would be fine.

He gave her a strained smile, making her realise that this Robb wasn't the same boy she used to play with when they were younger. He had grown into a young man, who was hardened by the war... and recently, the loss of his father. He was carrying the whole North on his shoulders and she felt a pang for the loss of the bright boy he should've been.

He stared at her and stated, "You will always be my sister, no matter what everyone says. Even if it's my mother."

All she could do was cling onto his hand like a lifeline.

She'd followed Robb because she wanted to see the man who had been the catalyst in destroying her family, but as she neared the cage, her confidence wavered. Robb was the king, but she was no one. What if her following him to see their prisoner, led to suspicion? And at this point, she wasn't even sure she won't just end up slitting the man's throat if she saw his face. Though, she didn't get to ponder much, as they neared the cage and heard a voice.

"King in the North!" Despite being in chains, the Kingslayer quipped loudly. The prisoner lifted his head and said with a smirk, "I keep expecting you to leave me in one castle or another for safekeeping, but you drag me along from camp to camp. Have you grown fond of me, Stark? Is that it? I've never seen you with a girl."

His eyes fell on Elsa, who was standing beside Robb and added belatedly, his words filled with jest. "Other than Lady Elsa, of course."

Elsa didn't miss the wariness in Kingslayer's eyes and the tension by the way his body stiffened. It was obvious that he'd seen her doing magic first hand and was cautious, even though he tried to hide it by asking sardonically, "I heard the guards whispering about dragons! Are the rumours true?"

Elsa and Robb didn't react, but both were filled with terror, thinking the same thing – if the guards were talking about dragons, the news would travel to seven kingdoms fast. Both dreading the outcome and what it would mean for Sansa and Arya. For now, Robb ignored the implication of his words. His voice was filled with ice as he replied, "If I left you with one of my bannermen, your father would know within a fortnight, and my bannerman would receive a raven with a message – Release my son and you'll be rich beyond your dreams. Refuse and your house will be destroyed, root and stem."

The Lannister arched an eyebrow and asked, "You don't trust the loyalty of the men following you into battle?"

"Oh, I trust them with my life. Just not with yours." Robb told him honestly. It was a slow process, but he had learnt that a man's only weaknesses were greed and lust, and sometimes even the most honourable men found themselves tempted by it.

"Smart boy." The Kingslayer nodded, not missing the way Robb's eye twitched at being called 'boy'. Unable to hold his tongue, he asked mockingly, "What's wrong? Don't like being called 'boy'? Insulted?"

Robb didn't reply, instead, his eyes flickered behind the man and a growl resounded through the area along with heavy breathing as Robb's direwolf made his way steadily towards the gate of the cage. The caged Lannister turned around, straining through his chains to look at the animal.

Sudden anger filled her and all she wanted was this man to suffer. Her family was dead because of him. He'd murdered the King and her family. Both her aunt and uncle had to escape to save their lives because of him. She'd lost her mother and twin because of this man! Elsa couldn't stop herself and stated with a vicious smile, "If I'm not wrong, weren't you of 10 and 7 summers when you stabbed the sword in the Mad King's back? Just a boy yourself."

The Kingslayer had the audacity to glare at her, even though he kept his mouth shut. 'Possibly, because of Grey Wind', Elsa thought with a perverse sense of satisfaction.

Robb shot her a look, ordering her to stay quiet before turning back to the chained man and said, "You insult yourself, Kingslayer. You've been defeated by a boy."

The moment Grey Wind entered the cage, the Kingslayer lost all colour, looking pale all of a sudden. He didn't speak and shrunk back unconsciously; eyes fixated on the direwolf standing beside Robb.

"You're held captive by a boy. Perhaps you'll be killed by a boy." Robb told him calmly. Resting a hand on the wolf's fur, he continued, "Stannis Baratheon sent ravens to all the high lords of Westeros. King Joffrey Baratheon is neither a true king nor a true Baratheon."

Jaime trembled, finding it difficult to look away from the yellow eyes of the giant animal who looked ready to lunge at him until he heard the young wolf's next words, "He's your bastard son."

He focused back on the boy, collected all the courage and muttered, "If that's true, Stannis is the rightful king. How convenient for him."

"My father learned the truth. That's why you had him executed." Robb hissed through gritted teeth.

Jaime's eyes flickered to Elsa before going back to the wolf. He swallowed hard and stated, "I was your prisoner when Ned Stark lost his head."

"Your son killed him so the world wouldn't learn who fathered him." Robb's hand tightened on his direwolf's fur as he snarled, "And you – you pushed my brother from a window because he saw you with the queen."

Jaime flinched back when the wolf growled at him, but still asked, "You have proof? Or do you want to trade gossip like a couple of fishwives?"

"I'm sending one of your cousins down to King's Landing with my peace terms," Robb told him.

The Lannister shook his head and muttered, "You think my father's going to negotiate with you? You don't know him very well."

Somehow, Elsa doubted anyone could truly know Tywin Lannister well. He was ruthless and soulless — a man with no respect for anything more than power and wealth.

"No, but he's starting to know me." Said Robb.

Despite the fear, Jaime snorted as he said, "Three victories don't make you a conqueror."

"It's better than three defeats." Robb's smirk was evil which made even Elsa shudder.

He nudged Grey Wind before turning around and met Elsa's eyes, silently commanding her to follow as he left the cage. Elsa followed her brother, but not before seeing Grey Wind walking up to the Kingslayer and snapping his teeth near the man's face, who had his eyes clenched shut as he hid his face.

Robb had sent Ser Alton Lannister to Kings Landing with his peace terms. The terms were simple.

First, he wanted the Lannisters to release both his sisters. Second, he wanted the bones of his father returned, so he may rest beside his family in the crypts beneath Winterfell. Robb also asked for the remains of all those who died in Ned Stark's service, so their families could honour them with proper funerals. Lastly, he wanted Joffrey and the Queen Regent to renounce all claim to dominion of the North and declare it a free and independent kingdom till the end of time.

Elsa, Robb and Theon were the only ones left in the tent once everyone had left.

Theon looked at Robb and asked, "A word, Your Grace?"

"You don't have to call me 'Your Grace' when no one's around," Robb told him disdainfully.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it," Theon said with a smirk.

Robb shook his head and muttered, "I'm glad someone's gotten used to it."

"The Lannisters are going to reject your terms." Elsa interrupted impatiently. Robb had to know they won't accept the terms, especially the last one.

"Of course, they are," Robb stated as if it was obvious.

"We can fight them in the fields as long as you like, but we won't beat them until you take King's Landing. Not many will dare to go against a king who has magic and four dragons on his side. We've more chance of winning than ever before." Theon said somewhat excitedly, making Elsa scowl. Robb too sighed at the enthusiasm, knowing that it won't be as easy as Theon portrayed it to be, but before he could say anything, Theon added, "But we can't take King's Landing without ships. My father has ships and men who know how to sail them."

At this, Robb frowned and said, "Men who fought my father."

"Men who fought King Robert to free themselves from the yoke of the South, just like you're doing now," Theon stated rather proudly. "I'm his only living son. He'll listen to me. I know he will. I'm not a Stark. I know that. But your father raised me to be an honourable man. We can avenge him together."

Robb's Tent

Theon had left to prepare for his journey to the Iron Island, but Elsa stayed back. There was a niggling sensation at the back of her mind as if something wasn't right. She looked at Robb and asked again, "Are you sure about this?"

Robb sighed. This was the third time she was asking the same thing. He knew Theon and Elsa had bad blood between them, but Theon was his brother and he trusted him, just as he trusted Jon or Elsa. He started, "I know you don't like him…"

"I don't trust him! There is a difference!" She interrupted before adding, "Theon is an idiot."

He shot her a warning look, but said, "You know we need the ships."

She shook her head, trying to make him understand that trusting a wrong man could cost them a lot, but gave it up as a lost cause. Instead, she asked, "When is the last time he saw them? It's been a long time! How can you be so sure that he will be able to convince his father to give us ships?"

Before Robb could respond, Lady Catelyn entered the tent. Her eyes tightened as soon as they fell on Elsa before she turned to look at Robb and said, "It's time for me to go home. I haven't seen Bran or Rickon in months."

Elsa was sure she was the reason behind the decision, so she looked away, already feeling out of place between the two Starks.

"You can't go to Winterfell," Robb told her apologetically.

Lady Catelyn gaped at him for a few moments before demanding, "I beg your pardon?"

"I'm sending Elsa home. Together, they'll be safe at Winterfell." Both Elsa and his mother opened their mouths to protest, but he raised his hand to stop them, looked at Lady Catelyn and said, "I want you to rise south to the Stormlands tomorrow."

Bewildered, she asked, "Why in the name of all the Gods –"

"Because I need you to negotiate with Renly Baratheon. He's rallied an army of 100,000. You know him. You know his family." Robb explained carefully before turning to Elsa and continued, "With Winterfell being the seat of rulership in the North, if our enemies found out that Bran and Rickon are alone – they might try to weaken us. I'm sending ten of my men along with Torrhen and Rodrik, so you can take care of our home."

With Lady Catelyn standing beside them, he didn't say it out loud, but Elsa heard the words he wanted to say. Now that everyone knew about the dragons, she wasn't safe. And if she went back to Winterfell with four dragons and some men, he wouldn't be as worried. He needed Renly Baratheon's men to win this war and for that, he needed his mother to convince the man.

When she failed to respond, he added softly, "And there is no one I trust more to keep Bran and Rickon safe."

She nodded, albeit reluctantly and he gave her a warm smile – something she hadn't seen on his face ever since she returned from Castle Black.

Catelyn sat on one of the chairs with a sigh, shook her head and said, "I haven't seen Renly Baratheon since he was a boy. You have a hundred other lords –"

"Which of these lords do I trust more than you? If Renly sides with us, we'll outnumber them two to one. When they feel the jaws beginning to shut, they'll sue for peace." Robb took both her hands into his and muttered softly, "We'll get the girls back. Then we'll all go home for good."

There was a long pause as the woman looked at his son before nodding. "I will ride at first light."

Elsa excused herself as she too needed to prepare to leave come morning. She wanted to stay with Robb, but as Ned Stark always said – A Stark must always be at Winterfell. Bran and Rickon were too young and alone in case the Lannisters decided to attack Winterfell to weaken Robb and his army.

Ser Barristan Selmy would never be able to forget the eyes, for they haunted him even two decades later. Prince Rhaegar inherited his eyes and kindness from Queen Rhaella.

Rhaenys Targaryen.

The girl's build and hair were undoubtedly like her mother, Elia, but there was no denying that she had the same features as her late grandmother. It seemed the ghost of his Queen had returned in form of Rhaegar's daughter.

When he'd first laid eyes on her in Winterfell, he'd been sure that his mind was playing tricks with him. That he'd grown mad with regret and in his old age, he was seeing things that weren't real. But in a few days, he was proved wrong. the resemblance was so blatant and uncanny that there was no chance it was mere coincidence. It took him quite a while to come to terms that the girl was Rhaegar's daughter. Somehow, someone had saved her and she had survived the slaughter. Not only had she survived, but she had also been raised by none other than Ned Stark. He didn't know what had happened or why Stark saved her from his friend, but he was grateful nonetheless.

After King Joffrey had dismissed him, he had decided to protect the Targaryen's as he had always wanted. Everyone knew that the Mad King's children – Viserys and Daenerys had fled to the Free Cities across the narrow sea.

But when he heard about Stark's oldest rebelling against the throne, he just knew that he needed to do the right thing. He couldn't save Rhaegar, Elia or Aegon, but now that he had been given a second chance, he wasn't going to fail Rhaegar's daughter.

Which was why he was following the girl and her company, making sure he was well hidden. She'd been with the Stark at the camp, but it seemed she was heading back to Winterfell. It was good. Keeping her safe would be much easier if she wasn't surrounded by thousands of Northmen.

A loud screech drew his attention and he looked up at the four beasts flying in the air with wonder. He'd been astounded when he'd seen them playing with the young princess and then he'd wondered how she'd managed to keep their existence hidden from not only the King but the men fighting for the Stark as well. His thoughts turned melancholy when he thought about how his prince would've loved to see the dragons. How proud he would've been that it was his daughter who bought magic back in Westeros.

EN: Another update!

Positive Criticism is appreciated. Also, do let me know what you think or if you've any suggestions for this fic. 😊