AN: Alright, This chapter we are going to look at each region of the Seven Kingdoms and one of Essos to get an idea of what the world is like at this point in the story.

THE NORTH-WINTERFELL

ARYA

Arya looked out the window as people rushed about making last minute preparations for the Wildlings. From the soldiers who seemed to be on heightened guard, to Father, who was dressed more formally in a high quality wool doublet, and a good fur cloak. Jon, Robb and Theon stood beside him similarly dressed.

Meanwhile, Arya was stuck inside the sewing room with Sansa, Septa Mordane, Jeyne Poole and Beth Cassel.

Arya did not understand why she had to be here. Mother had said it was for her own protection. But the Wildlings were staying. Was she going to be forced to spend her life in this part of Winterfell? Like Baelor's sisters in the maidenvault?'

"Arya, back to your needlework young lady." The voice of Septa Mordane startled her. She begrudgingly returned to her seat in the sewing circle. Sansa and the others laughing at her.

All she could think about was the Wildlings who were coming. Old Nan had told stories about how Wildlings ate people and looked to animals to warm their beds. About the people further North like the Umbers and Mormonts being constantly threatened.

When reminded of these stories, Sansa had begged Father not to allow the Wildlings in Winterfell in front of the family. Ned had held her gently and explained that most of them were children younger than Arya. He had gotten word from the watch. Of the dozen Wildlings coming to Winterfell, only three were old enough to fight, and two of them were women. One was a year younger than Jon and Robb, the other a few years older.

The only man among the hostages was the leader. Tormund Giantsbane they called him. Arya was both excited and scared of the prospect of meeting a man from just the name.

After awhile of needlework, the Septa went around and evaluated their work. Sansa's was the best, as usual. Something that filled her with pride that Arya saw as arrogance. Beth and Jeyne did fairly well, though not as good as their friend and lady. Finally, Arya's looked like she was trying to stab the cloth until it died. (She would neither confirm nor deny if that's what she intended).

"Young Lady, I pray for your future husband to have the strength to put up with you if this is the best you can do." Septa Mordane admonished her. Sansa and her friends giggled.

"I'm not going to have a husband." Arya muttered under her breath, but Mordane heard it.

"Arya that is enough! Your father WILL choose a man of high status to take you into their house, and you will be a proper wife for them. It may take some time, but you will become a proper lady like Sansa." Sansa thanked the Septa for the compliment, which managed to distract everyone enough for the topic to change to them discussing their future husbands and how they would all be gallant and honorable knights.

Arya took the chance to look out the window again. She saw everyone almost ready. Father and the others were in position to greet the Wildlings. Just as she was about to leave the window, Jon looked up and saw her. He gave her a smile she could just barely make out, then tapped his Duel Disk-a silent promise to have a "Quiet" duel with her when everything was over. Mother had put a constant lock on Arya's personal deck. She would take it away as punishment, then find either reasons to lengthen the punishment or follow it up quickly. She was likely hoping she would eventually agree with Sansa that such a dangerous game was for men only. Sansa had hardly touched her cards at all. As such, she had to rely on her secret deck her brothers and Theon had built for her use. Arya smiled and then caught a glimpse of black on a horse coming through the gate before Septa Mordane noticed her again and dragged her from the window.

THE VALE-THE GATES OF THE MOON

MYA STONE

"Lord Royce, what do you ask of me?" Mya asked her patron and caretaker as he approached her caring for the animals in the stables.

"A job, Lady Mya. Some foreign merchants want the chance to sell their goods at the Eyrie. I tried to explain that the Lord Hand is away, but they still think they can curry favor through his household."

"And they need a guide up there? How much they willing to pay?" Mya asked.

"When I told them about you, they asked prices as well. You can have cards or coins, or perhaps a mix. Come up with a decent price and they may try to haggle down afterwards depending on the trip." Lord Royce explained.

Mya considerst the job for a bit. "Very well then. It's too late now, tell the merchants we leave at the first light. Just to make sure, I will take half payment once we are far enough along."

"Very well then." Lord Royce then left.

When she got back to the keep she ran into the merchants. They discussed payment and decided on three Gold Dragons up front, another two halfway, and then five and some cards once they reach the Eyrie. After looking through the cards they were offering, Mya chose the three she would take: Mad Sword Beast, Sky Scout, and Stone Dragon.

THE RIVERLANDS-RIVERRUN

EDMURE TULLY

Edmure Tully slammed his drink down on the table and slid back in his seat with a sigh.

"Something the matter?" Marq Piper asked as Patreck Mallister drank from his own goblet.

"What do you think?" Edmure asked sarcastically. He felt like he was being overwhelmed.

Ever since his father's illness proved to be more than a simple cold, Edmure had been forced to pick up many of his father's duties. However, Father would often issue orders that went against his decisions, and as long as he was still alive, his orders made Edmure's moot. Problems included Edmure backing one house in a dispute and Hoster the other. Luckily, the Blackwood-Bracken issue was calm since the duel. Lord Bracken's Ring of Defense being destroyed by Lord Blackwood's Mystical Space Typhoon, and Ring of Destruction bringing them both to 0 life points had seen to that. Edmure had declared that both houses had done an equal amount of wrong to the other, and that it was time to forget the grudges of the past. So far it was working. But all the other houses had different issues. While Edmure tried to be fair, Hoster put more attention on how important the houses behind the disputes were, and often sided with the more influential family.

There was also the matter of settling on how much to tax merchants passing through Riverrun based on if they were from the Riverlands or not. Edmure was of the belief that they should all pay the same taxes, while Hoster wanted to increase taxes based on where the Merchants were from. Riverlander's would pay the least, followed by the Vale and the North, and then Stormlands and so on. In the end, he would have Iron Born merchants pay more than ones from Slaver's Bay.

More recently, a Septon and his followers calling some people demons for using DARK or Fiend monsters. Edmure had wanted to ride out to meet them with the forces of Riverrun-they certainly outnumbered them: the Septon was said to have about a hundred, Edmure could take ten times that and still leave Riverrun well defended. Hoster had squashed that idea. He said nothing good would come from attacking a Septon, and that they should either let him pass by, or if he tried to stay, discreetly order another Noble to take the blame for attacking him.

With all of this going on, this was the first time in half a year that Edmure was able to meet up with Marq and Patreck and drink with them. Before, it had been a once a moon occurence.

The cards had been an interesting development. After the initial panic about them, everyone had started to calm down once the Citadel revealed their findings. With the knowledge that the cards were safe under most circumstances, Edmure had taken some time to create his own personal deck. He was rather proud of it. Unfortunately, Father had called him to his room and asked to see it. After looking through it, he threw it back at Edmure. He yelled at him for not having enough Fish cards. Luckily, Father suspected that Edmure would mess his deck up, and had already created a deck for Edmure to use that Properly showed his pride in House Tully. Even confined to a single room, his father was controlling Edmure's life. The fact that he was still unwed was the only victory Edmure had against his father. He knew he would have to marry eventually, but he took an admittedly cruel enjoyment from this one victory.

"Aw come on Ed, lighten up a bit." Patreck teased as he refilled his goblet. "I can go fetch a singer if it'll cheer you up. I heard one at an inn on the way saying you loved him like a brother!"

"NO!" Edmure stood up and yelled at his old friend, only for Marq to burst into laughter at how far it was that Edmure took his hatred of Minstrels.

Edmure sighed again and soon he was acting more like his old self for the night. There were more issues to be dealt with, but right now, he needed a break. Who knew when the next one would appear?

IRON ISLANDS-HARLAW-TEN TOWERS

RODRICK HARLAW

The Reader was in a better mood than he had in a long time. Not only had he just received some new books, but ever since the cards had appeared, the Ironborn were forced to finally adapt in a way. This had meant that he went from being seen as a weak lord, to one of the best. His strategic dueling had meant that he was practically undefeated if you did not count the first few days after the cards had appeared. Many Ironborn who had sneered at him in the past were now looking to him for guidance.

'Shame my family is not among them.' Rodrick thought to himself, as he turned his mind to the long term events of late.

Asha had not visited for awhile. She was too busy helping Balon prepare for invasion of the mainland.

The Reader was no fool. He knew Balon was waiting for the right moment to attack. Something would divide the mainland and open up a chance for him to retake the driftwood crown. He was also being foolish in his preparations for it as well. Many Ironborn had been forced to give up or remove monsters that were not of the WATER attribute. Balon was weakening their actual power out of a stupid show of pride for the waters that made the Ironborn such good sailors.

They had thought the chance may have come. King Robert was to take part in a trial by combat. If he lost, then the Ironborn would invade on the day of Joffrey's coronation. The young king would not be able to handle such a sudden attack, and without a strong king to lead the greenlanders, Balon would bring back the old ways.

Unfortunately for Balon, Robert survived. So they waited until the next chance to attack. Rodrick had tried to explain how foolish such actions were. Balon would be considered a Kinslayer as such an invasion made Theon's life forfeit, the Lords who followed Robert would still be able to take the Ironborn once the surprise was sprung, and they had barely recovered from the last rebellion. Balon had remarked that had he not been his good brother, he would have been killed for saying such things.

The only reason Rodrick did not warn the mainland was because he would be seen as a traitor to the Ironborn. He would die for his treason, and that would leave no level headed voice amongst the Isles.

All he could do for now is hope and pray that Balon dies before another opportunity presents itself. Then, either Theon or Asha would take over. Hopefully either Theon's time amongst the Greenlanders made him against the invasion, or he could talk Asha out of it once her father was gone. Victarion and the Damphair would complain, but they would ultimately submit to the new Head of House Greyjoy.

For now, all he could do was continue being the voice of reason to the Ironborn. He walked back into Ten Towers. He had some Ironborn willing to learn how to read in need of a teacher.

WESTERLANDS-CASTERLY ROCK-LORD'S SOLAR

TYWIN

Tywin sat behind the desk of his solar as Tyrion took the seat in front of the desk. Kevan had told Tyrion to head right up the moment he had dismounted from his steed.

"Well then? What is the state of the Capital?" Tywin inquired to his son.

"Thanks for the warm welcome father! The trip was a delight." Tyrion said with that annoying smirk on his face.

"You may have already been planning on going to see Jaime and the royal children, but I did command you to return with reliable information. What do you have?" Tywin replied in order to coax Tyrion out of his usual joking mood.

Tyrion sighed before replying. "Same as usual for the most part. The most interesting thing to occur was the trial by combat with King Robert."

"The whole realm knows of it. Meryn Trant is dead, Boros Blount has replaced him on the kingsguard and Robert is more popular now among the small folk than he ever was before. Tell me something Pycelle and my own men would not." Tywin summarized to skip wasting time on such common knowledge.

"Yes, I was not there though, Myrcella asked me to comfort her while it was happening. In any case, Joffrey was not there, though you likely already knew that."

Tywin nodded. It had caused a minor scandal when word had gotten out that neither the Queen nor Crown Prince were there to witness the King's battle. Cersei had the excuse of being a woman, and not wanting to see her husband die, but Joffrey not being there had been less acceptable. At worst, it showed he did not care for his father, at best it said that he was too weak to take over for Robert if he had died. Tywin knew which one was closer to the truth, but perception was a large part of ruling. Even the public story that they were in prayer was only accepted by the more pious lords. The others said they had been doing that since Trant's arrest, and it would not make a difference to the gods if they stopped to see if their prayers were working or not.

"So the two of them were just wandering around the keep while the king was fighting for his life?" Tywin guessed.

"Cersei-yes, but Joffrey is another story." Tyrion took a moment to compose himself, his face darkening as he was forced to recall something. "You heard of Tommen getting out during the duel?"

"Aye, he was found by a blacksmith who was Robert's Bastard was he not?" Tywin had heard of it from Pycelle and Jaime, but since Robert had simply walked the boy back to his forge and had not called him to the castle, Robert likely cared little for the boy. He was certainly in no position to favor him over Cersei's children.

"Apparently Joffrey was with Tommen for a bit. He went to go grab something, and Tommen ESCAPED. Joffrey came to Myrcella's room, ordered everyone out and began demanding to know where she hid him. He did not see me at first. I called the guards back in and he left."

Tywin let that sink in for a moment. The implications were...troubling.

"You think that Joffrey would harm his brother enough to kill him?" He said, piecing the unsaid words with Tyrion's voice.

"Aye."

It was madness. Tommen was Joffrey's heir. If Joffrey was caught he would be either killed or sent to the Night's Watch. Myrcella would be barred from the throne while Stannis and Renly live, and House Lannister would lose it's shot at the throne.

"Knowing you, you told Robert and Cersei. What did they have to say?"

"I was unable to talk to Robert. I confronted Cersei first. The moment she heard me suggest Joffrey was not perfect she had me escorted out of the room while screaming at me. She then had Pycelle force Robert to stay under his care to make sure he was unharmed. The trial put enough fear in Jon Arryn that he agreed with Pycelle. So, we have a Queen who refuses to see her son for what he is, and a king who is being kept in the dark."

Tywin maintained his normal demeanor, but inside his mind was working hard, trying to find any clue that Tyrion was wrong.

"What about the Cards. Surely if Joffrey wanted to harm Tommen, he could defend himself with them."

Tyrion was ready for that question. "Have you read the work of Maester Seligman? He talks about something called learned helplessness. It fits both Tommen and Myrcella's relationship with Joffrey. Basically, they have had their entire lives to endure Joffrey's torment. Nothing they have done before has ended it, so when he comes to torment and hurt them, why bother resisting?"

Tywin thought back to all the times he has interacted with his Grandchildren. Every time Joffrey was present, the other two had been more somber or nervous.

"Out. I have other work to do and so do you." Tywin told Tyrion. His son left, and Tywin was alone with his thoughts.

'Joffrey is a bigger threat to my legacy than the Castameres and Reynes ever were. Short of Kinslaying, what can I do to solve this issue?'

CROWNLANDS-DRAGONSTONE

DAVOS

"Ser Axell, Maester Cressen asked me to hand these to you." Ser Davos said to the Castellan as he saw him in the hall. Ser Axell nodded in thanks and continued on his way to the Solar.

Davos continued on his way to the little Lady Shireen's rooms. When he got there, Shireen was giggling as Patchface sang one of his songs.

Davos smiled at the girl. Considering what would soon happen, it was good for Shireen to get as much enjoyment as possible for now.

Today, one of House Redwyne's ships, The Vine would be returning from Essos with members of House Florent. It would stop at Dragonstone to drop off Lady Selyse Baratheon, and then continue back to the Reach for the rest of the family. Shireen and Selyse's relationship was...complicated She could be either overprotective or dismissive of her daughter depending on her mood at the time.

Once Shireen was done playing with Patchface, Davos made himself known.

"Ser Onion Knight!" The little lady said as she ran up and hugged him.

DRAGONSTONE-HARBOR

Davos, Ser Axell, and Shireen watched as The Vine came into port. Davos noticed the sailors and Baratheon guards Lady Selyse had taken with her start unloading the items that had been bought or gifted to her from her birth family. Then Lady Selyse finally walked off the ship. She was smiling. She noticed them and almost ran up to Ser Axell.

"Uncle! Worry not. I have solved the mystery of the Cards!" She said with the air of a Maester explaining something to a child.

Ser Axell, who was about to greet his niece, stopped at that declaration. "Selyse, what do you mean?"

Instead of answering, Selyse just looked back up at The Vine. A woman Davos did not recognize was standing on the gangplank. She was wearing a red dress, and her hair was such a shade of red that for a moment, Davos thought her head was actually aflame.

As she walked down onto Dragonstone, Selyse introduced her.

"This is Lady Melisandre. A Priestess of the true God R'hllor. I was a bit sceptical of her at first, but she has all the answers to all our questions. And soon we shall all know the truth."

Davos felt his heart grow cold as a feeling of danger crept through his body. He had a bad feeling about this.

THE REACH-HIGHGARDEN

OLENA

"Just how stupid can that son of mine be!" The Queen of Thorns asked her granddaughter as she walked into the room.

"What is it this time?" Margaery asked with a sigh.

"What is this plan I hear about Renly and Loras trying to get Robert to set Cersei aside for you? I just heard Willas complain about it while he dueled Garlan." Oleana asked with an accusatory look. It may be stupid enough to be one of Mace's ideas, but he was a good enough father to at least discuss his plans with family members who would be a part of said plans.

"What's wrong with it. It is known to almost all that there is no love lost between the two. I am younger and more beautiful than Cersei. All they need to do is convince Robert to follow his loins and I can become Queen." Margaery explained to her grandmother, only to falter at the look Oleana was giving her.

"If you think Tywin Lannister is just gonna sit back and watch his grandchildren get disinherited, and his daughter dishonored, then perhaps I was wrong to think stupidity only plagued the Tyrell men." Oleana sighed, then yelled for a servant to bring them tea. She turned back to her granddaughter.

"Why in the name of the Seven would Robert be the target of your hand? Joffrey is closer in age to you. Marry him and you will be Queen for far longer, and Tywin would have no reason to object to his grandson getting a young bride from the one family that almost matches his in wealth." She inquired.

"That was the plan at first when Mace first asked Loras for help when he was heading to King's Landing to see Renly. But Renly spoke of how cruel and vicious Joffrey was. So we decided to change to Robert." Margaery tried to defend the plan.

"I love my grandson but the boy and his 'friend' are better at swinging swords then planting seeds. Joffrey is TWELVE. People change over time. Especially when there are others to guide those changes. If your grandfather became lord before I married him, he would have ruled less than a fortnight before he said something stupid enough that the Reach would decide a Florent would be a better liege lord. But with me there in the background, he was lord for decades before his stupidity did him in. By the last years of his life I could trust him to visit his vassals without worrying about him making a mistake." Oleana took a moment and remembered that idiot fondly.

"So you think I should try to change Joffrey?" Margaery summarized.

"Aye, and if he can't change quick enough...Well that is what long engagements, stray cats, and flights of stairs are for." Oleana said with a small chuckle.

Margaery was about to agree when she processed what had just been said "...Isn't that what happened to the previous Florent Lord? Lord Alester's brother? When he was engaged to Mother?"

THE STORMLANDS-TARTH

BRIENNE

Brienne was preparing for a journey to Storm's End. Tarth had been dealing with some foreign pirates who thought that their name of the Sapphire Isle was literal. While they had not actually lost anything to the pirates, they had yet to receive a reply from the raven they sent. The Maester suggested summer storms may have killed it. House Tarth could likely handle it on their own, but in the past the Storm King or Lord would often send reinforcements, if only to deter additional pirates from trying where their predecessors had failed. So, Brienne would have to head there herself while her father maintained their defenses.

She had put on some light chainmail for the boat journey. Wearing her full armor would be bad if the boat was hit by a chance storm. They would not go into Ship Breaker Bay, but better safe than sorry.

Once she was on land, then she would put on her full plate.

Lastly, she checked her deck. It had taken her quite awhile, but she had finally constructed a deck that felt right to her. It melded both her dream, and her origin into one.

With all of this set, she walked aboard the ship, and started the journey to Storm's End. Renly may be in King's Landing serving as Master of Laws, but Cortnay Penrose was Castellan. She was known enough that she could talk to him and sort out this issue quickly.

DORNE-SUNSPEAR

ARIANNE MARTELL

Arianne Martell jumped onto the bed in her room. She had just lost a duel to her father. She had placed a wager on this duel- If she won, she would be allowed to pick her husband. It was the one thing Doran Martell kept from her. She had gotten offers ranging from Willas Tyrell himself- apparently behind his father's back- to Walder Frey. While she had little interest in a cripple or a grandfather, there were plenty of men in between she could choose from. Some of whom she already knew from past experience could do their job in the wedding bed. But for some reason, the Prince of Dorne was adamant that he pick her husband, and it felt like when he finally chose someone, she would be too old for her womb to be of use.

What was worse, was how afterwards he took the time to list the cons of each match. Any non-Dornish heirs would have to give up their own claims or force her to. Her status as a Princess meant it would not be good for a second son to marry her while the first born married someone of lower status. Some of her old loves were barely noble, and their offers were more to make sure Doran remembered their houses existed.

She heard a knock on her door. It was already open so she just looked up and saw her uncle.

"What is the matter Anne? Do you miss hearing my tales of Essos? I still have some I have yet to tell you. Like this one where I wore some strange armor I found, and rescued a-"

"Uncle, I know that was just a dream of yours. You have more stories of Essos than days you've been alive."

Oberyn let out a laugh. "Mayhaps. But which are true and which are false? Even if it seems mad, the truth exists. I know why you are upset, but I have known your father longer than you have. Trust me when I say that he is trying to do what is best for you. On a related note, do you realize why you lost?"

"Father's Gravekeeper's are annoying?" She answered.

Oberyn grinned at that. "In part. But you also put little thought into your actions. You just kept attacking, even if he had a second stronger monster that could destroy yours."

"You win by getting the other duelist to zero Life Points. Is it not best to take every chance to deal damage?" She asked. In truth that was the main focus of her deck. Summon strong Monsters and find ways to increase their own power.

"There are other ways to deal damage, and they leave you less vulnerable. Take my deck for example. It is made to focus more on effect damage, so even if my foe has stronger monsters, mine can take the hit for me in defense mode while still hurting them."

Arianne looked at him. Oberyn had dueled sparingly, instead focusing on observing the strategies of others. And now he has just revealed how he created his deck.

Oberyn turned around. "Well I better get going. Soon, you may have a different number of family members than you do now."

Ah. Of course. They had heard rumors of someone in Essos claiming to be Uncle's bastard. According to him, the timing fit their age. He was heading to Essos to find out the truth.

Later that day, Arriane and Doran stood by the Sand Snakes and Ellaria Sand, as they waved Oberyn bye on his ship.

The next day, Arriane heard a drunken sailor claim he had seen the ship turn around, and head west instead. She dismissed it as drunken hallucinations in the night.

ESSOS-PENTOS-

VISERYS

The self proclaimed King of Westeros stared at his black hair in annoyance. He knew it was too dangerous to be out of Illyrio's manse by himself. He was not the only child of Valyria in the city, but he figured it was better safe than sorry. He picked up his cup, half wishing it could get him drunk, but alas, that was not where he was.

He was in fact, in a Tea Shop. He had found this place the last time he had gone into the city in disguise. It stood out to him because of its name: The Jasmine Dragon.

From what he had heard the one in charge was a foreigner from even farther east than Yi TI or Assaih. Apparently it was named after another tea shop built by an ancestor of his.

Besides the name, there were two things that drew Viserys here. The first, was the drinks. He was not particularly into tea, but this place claimed to have the hottest drinks in Pentos and Viserys could confirm it. It felt nice to have such heat inside his body. He imagined if it was similar to what a dragon felt constantly.

The second, was this shop having an interesting payment system. Beat a worker in a duel, and you do not have to pay. You even get a free box of three cards. The more expensive your order, the more skilled your opponent. The serving girls dueled for the cheapest tea, and the most expensive meant you duelled the owner or whoever was in charge that day.

Viserys had found it an excellent way to train. Today, he had ordered three cups of tea. The two cheaper ones he won quite easily, but he lost the third one. Apparently a card by the name of Dragon Capture Jar existed. Regardless, he got some nice hot drinks and six new cards to improve his deck with.

Of the six, only two seemed to be of use to Viserys' deck: Tiger Dragon, and Scrap Iron Scarecrow. The other four he put in his pocket for now They may be of use with other cards he was not currently using. He finished his tea, feeling the heat run down his throat one last time before paying for the more expensive tea and made his way back to Illyrio's Manse, taking several detours to make sure he was not followed.

AN: First Chapter of the new year completed.

Going through it section by section:

Arya is still the odd duck among the ladies of Winterfell, but she is going to get a new role model soon.

Mya gets a job to do what she does best. This is how she earns her keep, as she does not know who her father is, but feels she needs to repay the Royce's for caring for her. They get a fraction of her coin payments

Edmure had a deck that represented who he is, but his father turned him into a generic Tully. I remember reading somewhere (Perhaps TV Tropes?) that Hoster Tully was the Tywin of the good guys. Him putting house before Edmure shows that. As you can guess, Edmure's deck is filled with WATER attribute monsters, but some knights and such are also in there.

Rodrick Harlaw gets more respect as strategy is a must in duels. He is unwilling to snitch to the crown, but he disapproves of Balon's rule and is trying to mitigate damages until a solution comes up.

Tywin gets a run down on who Joffrey is as a person. Given Joffrey is only 12, and it's unlikely Tywin could spend much time with him, Tywin is aware that Joffrey is cruel, but he is not aware that Joffrey would hurt/kill his own family. He has a lot to consider moving forward.

Davos witnesses Melisandre's arrival. The appearance of the cards will be spun as R'hllor's work. After all, what better time to introduce a new religion than after a miracle?

Oleana hears about the Margaery-Queen plot, and asks the question I had at the time I first read it-Why focus at all on Robert, when Joff was closer in age. If Robert wanted to unite Stark and Baratheon, someone could convince him to give Myrcella to Robb instead. So Oleana-also unaware of how mad Joffrey is- refocuses efforts on the prince.

Brienne...We do not get much in what is happening in the Stormlands at this point, so I just gave her something to do. Did the Raven hit a storm, or is something else going on?

Arianne...I'm writing a GOT Fic right after The Mandolorian starts up. Did you think I was not gonna bring it up?

Viserys...I just wanted to do an ATLA Shoutout. Even across genres, Iroh has an affect on people who need guidance.

No Idea where I am going to put the next chapter. But leaning towards either more Winterfell or KL.

Will Jon Snow be able to help Kiryu save Kamurocho?

Can Arya convince EMIYA that there is a point to living?

Will Tywin finally dig his way out of that hole with a spoon and stop the Zygons sabotage of the Soviet Union?

Will Robb and his battalion of nobles continue to miss Joffrey because they are fighting with Fire Emblem tactics?

Will Davos be able defeat DIO?

Will Rickon spit out the Red Lantern Ring?

Can Stannis escape Monokuma's clutches?

Will Sansa and Rick be able to rescue Morty?

WILL NED HAVE A POV CHAPTER AGAIN?

For the answers to TWO of these questions, tune in next chapter. For the other Seven (In no particular order): Yes, yes, maybe, its possible, no way, no, even I do not know.