A/N. hi, there is a time skip in this chapter between the first pov and the second one ;D And i would like to thank you all for your wonderful comments. Enjoy.

DAENERYS

She was startled out of her sleep by a horrible explosion that resonated though out the city and the whole pyramid shook like a leaf in the wind. Dany could feel her heart in her throat and cold sweat run down her back. The entire room was shaking, and the great chandelier was threating to fall to the floor.

Missande had been sleeping next to her and Dany had never seen her friend so afraid before. Her face had gone chalk white and her eyes were the size of dinner plates as the translator clutched the thin silk cover close to her chest.

Ser Barristan and Greyworm barged into the queen´s bedroom to protect their queen. Their faces had gone grey with fear and Dany could feel something horrible was happening. Had the sons of the Harpy finally done something to get inside the pyramid of the queen? She jumped out of her bed and rushed to the window to see where the noise had come from. What she saw horrified her more than the sons of the Harpy.

The window looked over the city and she could see what had happened. There on the side of the great pyramid was a great hole that had been blown out of the largest of the pyramids. And at the opening she could see Rhaegal and Viserion roaring in anger. Smoke rose into the air and she could see the molten stones everywhere around them.

Ser Barristan, Greyworm and Missande rushed to her side and stared in shock at the two large dragons that had decided to break themselves out the pyramid. They had apparently broken free of the chains and blown a hole to escape their imprisonment.

Beside her, Dany could feel Missande shake with fear. Missande had been afraid of the dragons ever since Rhaegal had snapped at her.

Rhaegal spread his great emerald wings and took flight with Viserion following close behind him. Dany couldn't help but to smile at that, they had missed her and wanted to come to her. With her heart filled with joy, she rushed out to the balcony and waited for her dragons to come to her. They must have missed her greatly to break out of their confinement to see her.

Dany hadn't had time to visit them in the past few weeks, she had been so busy helping the people of Meereen. It wasn't because of Rhaegal and Viserion had been in a bad mood ever since she had put them in the pyramid for their own good and she was afraid of them, no definitely not.

But they never came to Dany as she stood on her balcony. They turned north west and disappeared into the horizon, roaring so loudly that they could have woken the dead.

Where were they going? Why were they not coming to their mother? They couldn't be angry with her; she was their mother and knew what was best for them. Ser Barristan, Greyworm and Missande had followed her to the balcony to get a better view of what was happening.

Had the sons of the Harpy done something to her dragons to make them leave? She had to find out. Dany turned back into the room and grabbed Missande with her so that the other woman could help her change her clothes. When she had changed into something more appropriate for the queen of Meereen, the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms and the mother of dragons, she rushed out of her rooms with Ser Barristan and Greyworm after her.

It took some time for them to make their way down the pyramid to the hole her children had made into the wall of their home. When they arrived, she could see that the damage that they had done. The scene was filled with unsullied trying to keep everyone from coming and investigating for themselves.

She could feel their stares on her as she passed. Of course, they were looking at her, she was the silver queen, the mother of dragons, breaker of chains and the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms and the most beautiful woman in the world and quite possible that had ever lived. It was given that she would be started at in adoration.

Dany could hear Greyworm start issuing orders to the unsullied. But she was transfixed on the smoking ruin of the wall. The smoke rose into the sky and it was climbing higher and higher with every passing moment. The rock that had been used for the wall was now half melted on one side and on the other side of the hole it was completely melted. It seemed that Rhaegal´s fires burned hotter than his brothers did. Dany had never seen Drogon or Viserion´s fire do this much damage to stone yet. But Dany knew that it was only time before her Drogon would easily melt stones with his flame and together they would take back her birthright that had been denied to her since birth.

Dany walked into the hole with her faithful lord commander of her queen´s guard after her. He was trying to dissuade her from going in the dragonpit, but she had to know what had happened.

No one could find any evidence that the sons of the Harpy had anything to do with what had happened, but Dany didn't need any evidence, she knew that her enemies were trying to destroy her, and they had started by harming her children and making them leave, but Rhaegal and Viserion would be back soon, they wouldn't abandon her, they were her children and they needed her.

But she would make the sons of the Harpy pay. With fire and blood.

TYRION

He had been in Meereen for a couple of weeks now and he had to admit, he wasn't impressed. Sure, the city itself was beautiful and as foreign as he had expected, but there was so much poverty and sickness in the city that Tyrion was hard pressed to figure out which was worse, Meereen or Fleabottom. Tyrion had to admit, this was not what he had expected at all when he had talked to magister Illyrio.

The magister had told him of a beautiful young queen with three growing dragons, who was both kind and gentle. Who ruled with wisdom and mercy.

There hadn't been dragons in Meereen for months now. The black dragon had been seen in the Dothraki sea, creating chaos and the other two had been locked under the great pyramid until they had blown a gigantic hole and flown away. They hadn't been seen since.

Tyrion had come to the court of Daenerys Targaryen to see her dragons rather than to serve the dragon queen. Yes, he had little choice but to serve her because he was wanted by his demon of a sister for killing her monster of a son, which he didn't do and the killing of their father, which he did do.

So, imagine his disappointment that there were no dragons anywhere in the blasted city.

All his life he had wanted to see a dragon, and when finally, dragons had been hatched back into the world, he had been on the other side of it. Then he travelled all the way here to see them, and they had vanished.

If he hadn't met so many people, including Ser Barristan the Bold, swearing up and down that they had seen the dragons, Tyrion would have thought it to be a lie. He had also seen the hole the two who had broken out of the pyramid had left in their wake. The enormous hole that they had left when they broke out was compelling evidence that dragons were back in the world. He had studied the hole the two dragons had left in their escape and it seemed like one of the dragons breathed fire that burned hotter than the others. Tyrion couldn't help but find that very curious. He had talked with Ser Barristan and according to him it seemed that the dragon that had breathed the hotter flame was the green and bronze one, Rhaegal.

Tyrion had only once seen this done to stone and that was at Harrenhall, where Balerion the black dread had laid waste to the castle and killed all the inhabitants. It seemed that the green dragon had a little of the dread in him.

Another disappointment was the dragon queen herself. She was as beautiful as she had been described, but as his sweet sister had demonstrated many times, beauty wasn't everything.

Tyrion found her ruling very disappointing. Her mission to eradicate slavery was impressive and Tyrion admired that goal. But the silver queen didn't seem to know what to do, now that slavery was no more in Meereen. She seemed to think that ruling was sitting on a throne and listening to complaints of the people and looking pretty, but in reality, that was only a small part of the duties of a monarch.

Tyrion had also heard what she had done to the masters. While he agreed that they needed to die, crucifying them was many steps too far. Her eye for an eye mentality would not help her in Westeros, where people still remembered her father, the mad king all too well and her ruthlessness would not help them forget.

Tyrion walked into the council chamber where all the other of the queen´s advisers were gathered. Tyrion´s eyes immediately sought out Ser Barristan Selmy, the queen´s lord commander of the queen´s guard.

Tyrion thought that the knight looked older and older with every passing day. The stress of the past months was clearly getting to him.

There were only two other people in the room along with Ser Barristan and Tyrion. The young advisor to the dragon queen, Missande and the dragon queen herself.

"You are late, Lord Tyrion." The young queen´s tone was as cold as the Wall.

"I am sorry your grace, I was waiting for a report on the dragons." Every time the dragons were brought up in a conversation was a sure way to get the interest of the queen.

"And? Is there any news of Rhaegal and Viserion?" The excitement was apparent in her voice.

"No, it is like they disappeared of the face of the earth, but the big one, Drogon was seen again, this time a lot closer to Meereen than before." The news of the black dragon was sure to make her a little more chipper.

It was evident in her demeanor that the silver queen loved the black one the best of all the dragons that she had hatched. She had often referred to him as Balerion the black dread reborn and the stories that followed Drogon had not made Tyrion eager to meet the queen´s monster as he was called in the city.

Maybe that is why the other two had escaped. They had felt that Daenerys didn't love them like the black dragon, and they had been locked underneath the pyramid. Everyone who had studied dragons agreed that they were highly intelligent, so maybe they had decided that they didn't like playing second fiddle to their brother.

"Have there been any news from Daario?" The queen didn't even try to hide her anger anymore. For months now, every time she asked if anyone had seen her runaway dragons, she always got the same answer, no. It had long since started to take its toll on the queen of Meereen. Tyrion had seen over the last few weeks that the queen didn't like the word, no. She seemed to take it as some sort of an insult and often took great offence when she was denied anything she decided was hers.

Tyrion shook his head; the mercenary hadn't sent a word. The dragon queen had sent the man to look for her dragons, but Daario had not found them or heard anything about them. They had vanished into thin air.

Daenerys´s mouth became a thin line, and her eyes seemed to blaze with anger. Her cheeks became red spotted as she repressed one of her tantrums, and Tyrion could see that her fingers were clenched as she seemed to will herself not start throwing things again.

He had to stop himself from rubbing his forehead, the silver queen had thrown a vase across the room in her anger last time he had told her that there were no news of the dragons, and one of the glass pieces had cut his forehead. He was just glad that it didn't go into his eye and left him blind in one eye for the rest of his life.

That was not for the first time either that the queen of Meereen had started to throw things either. The occurrences had become more and more frequent when her temper had run away with her, and that in itself was not a good quality in a queen or a king.

The last time she had a tantrum, she had almost hit her lord commander of the queen´s guard with a plate of solid gold, and it had taken her almost two hours to calm down.

Ser Barristan had told him one evening that her tantrums were escalating. At first it had only been shouting and the queen had quickly calmed down and apologized the first few times, but now it was their fault for being in her way or they were not working hard enough to find her dragons. Her episodes were getting more and more extreme.

"There is something else." Tyrion really didn't want to be the one to tell her. "There was another attack by the sons of the Harpy last night." After the escape of the dragons from the makeshift dragonpit, the masters and the sons of the Harpy had grown bolder and less afraid of the dragon queen. Daenerys´s advantage had been her dragons but now that she did have them, she was just like anyone else, something that Tyrion knew that he should never say to the queen. Tyrion could see the tantrum that was just beginning and as the first vase was thrown, he hurried out of the room.

If Tyrion wasn't exiled from his home and there was another person that was laying claim to the iron throne, he would have been long gone from Meereen, but as it stood, the only other person that was trying to take the old monstrosity was Stannis Baratheon. Tyrion doubted that he would hold on to his head for long if he met the middle Baratheon brother. So, he was stuck in Meereen until another, capable monarch presented themselves.

JON

The valyrian steel crown of Aegon the conqueror was heavy on his brow. Sansa had talked him into wearing it when he was meeting with the lords. Jon had to admit, as much as he hated wearing it, he had to. The lords had crowned him their king and he had to show them that he appreciated their support. Jon also didn't want to insult them by throwing their good will right back into their faces.

He was sitting in lord Manderly´s war room with the lords of the North along with Sansa, Ser Davos and his newly discovered cousin, Shireen Baratheon. They had finished making the plans for them to take Winterfell back from the Boltons and they would be leaving for the ancient home of the Starks in the morning, but there was something else Jon wanted from the lords.

"Lord Manderly, you told me that my cousin, King Robb ordered you to build an armada. How is that going?" A fleet of ships would come in handy for Jon´s plans.

The older man gave a large smile and clapped his hand on his belly. "We have finished building the ships, now they just need a mission, your grace." That made Jon extremely happy to hear, he could start working on arming the nights watch soon if his plans worked.

"Now, my lords you know by now that the Others can be killed with Valyrian steel and with dragonglass. But regrettably the north doesn't have large deposits of dragonglass, but I know of a place that does." That made all the lords very eager. They all desperately needed and wanted more obsidian to use against the dead that were coming for all of them.

"Dragonstone does have the largest mines of dragonglass in Westeros, and it just so happens to be almost unoccupied at the moment, after Stannis moved North. We need to take the island to mine for the dragonglass and send it north to be made into weapons." This caused the lords to nod in agreement.

"Your grace." Jon turned his head to Ser Davos who had spoken. "If I may, I was with Stannis for a long time on Dragonstone and I know the island very well. I could get the men you need to the island and hold it in your name. Stannis took almost all of the fighting men with him to the wall so the island is undefended, so it should be relatively easy for us to take it." Jon nodded his consent. He had been hoping that the knight would be willing to take Dragonstone, as he knew it better than anyone here.

"And holding Dragonstone is a good way for you to solidify your claim." Sansa had spoken up for the first time since the meeting began. "It is the ancestral seat of House Targaryen and were Aegon and his sisters planned the conquest. And I think that when the lords of the crownlands and the narrow sea hear of you and that you can prove who you are, they will flock to you, they have hated the Lannisters since the rebellion, and holding Dragonstone provides us with an access to the capitol." Jon agreed with that assessment. After the murder of princess Elia and her children, the Lannisters were despised in almost every corner of the continent, and if a trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen would come forward, Jon had little doubt that the lords of the crownlands and the narrow sea, would declare for him.

It took a few hours to hammer out the details of the plan to take the island and Jon was glad to leave the room when it was all over. Jon was followed by Ghost out of the room and Sansa walked beside him with Ser Brienne and Ice trailing behind them.

At first the decision to knight the maid of Tarth had caused a little ruckus but when it became known that she had risked her life to save and serve Sansa Stark, almost everyone had been on board with the decision, and it was also the north and the people here were more accepting of a female warrior.

Jon had also knighted Devan Seaworth for saving Shireen. The young man had looked like he had never been happier in his life. Ser Devan was now serving Shireen, as her sworn shield, and Jon doubted that the girl would find anyone more devoted to her. Ser Devan had certainly earned her trust by saving her life from her father and mother and he had defended her against the Bolton men.

Jon and Sansa made their way to the godswood and sat down by the heart tree. Jon could hear the shrieks and roars of the younger dragons as they flew over the city, playing in the air.

They sat there for a while, watching Ice trying to get Ghost to play with her. Ice had grown a lot since Sansa had gotten her, and now the younger direwolf could easily rip a man´s arm off, if she needed. She had fully recovered from almost starving to death and she was growing as fast as the direwolfs the Stark children and Jon had gotten.

Sansa broke the silence after a while. "I am worried about Rickon." Jon looked over at Sansa, her big blue eyes were filled with worry and fear for her brother. Rickon was only six years old and should not be held as a hostage by a madman.

"We will get him back Sansa." Jon knew that he shouldn't promise anything but, in this moment, he couldn't help it. Jon grabbed her hand in his and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, to try to comfort her. Sansa leaned her head on his shoulder, and they sat there for a while, just talking about Winterfell of their childhood until it had turned dark.

"We should head back; we have a long day tomorrow."

Jon nodded, they had to start the march to Winterfell tomorrow. Jon called the young dragons to him as they entered the courtyard of the castle. The dragons landed close by and they started to walk back to their rooms with Ser Brienne and the direwolfs following them.

The next morning Jon woke up to someone giving him a gentle shake.

"Your grace you need to get up and get ready for the march to Winterfell." Satin´s musical voice resonated throughout the room. As Jon tried to get up, he realized that he was half buried under four dragons. They were getting too big for using him as a bed, then again, he doubted it mattered much, this was probably the last time they slept inside.

He didn't know how he did it, but somehow, he managed to get from underneath them. But alas he still woke them up, much to their unhappiness. But they suffered their rude awakening like champions.

"Your grace, here are the clothes you are to wear for the journey." Jon nodded and tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Jon looked over the new clothing he had received from Satin, he recognized Sansa´s work immediately. She was the only person he knew that could make such fine clothing in such a short amount of time.

Sansa had made him riding clothing out of the finest northern leather that had been dyed black and on the chest was the roaring three headed dragon of house Targaryen. Jon finished putting on the clothing and turned around to face Satin as the younger man cleared his throat.

His steward was holding the crown of Aegon the dragon in his hands with a large smile on his face. Jon couldn't help the sigh that escaped him as he put on the damned thing.

After letting the dragons outside, Jon walked to the great hall and took his seat. As he walked into the room, everyone there stood up and waited for him to take a seat. This was one of the most hated things he had to endure as the king. The damned curtsies and courtly manners, oh how he missed the simple days when he had just been Ned Stark´s bastard.

Jon sat down beside Sansa. As the hall erupted in noise again, she leaned over. "Nervous for today?" Her voice didn't rise above a whisper. Jon nodded silently.

He was very nervous for the ride out of the city. It had become known throughout White Harbor that Jon was not only the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, but he had been declared king by the lords of the north gathered in the city.

The Targaryens had been hated for so long in the north, Jon doubted that it would have changed over the few days that he had been here. Lord Manderly had assured him that he had people spreading the truth around the city and the guard would be on high alert. But Jon wouldn't breathe easier until he was out of the city. What if Lord Manderly was wrong and Sansa and Shireen got hurt in the crossfire? He would never forgive himself if anything happened to them.

His cousin Shireen had insisted on coming with them to Winterfell and as much as he tried to convince her to stay here in White Harbor, she had insisted on seeing the bastard of Bolton die with her own eyes. Jon knew better than to argue with a Baratheon.

All though the morning meal, he made small talk with the lords and ladies gathered around him, it made Jon feel awkward making small talk, he wasn't used to talking this much. But as much as he hated it, it was preferred to ride out of the city and not knowing if he wouldn't make it out alive and all to soon it became time to start their journey.

Jon and Sansa made their way to the courtyard and Jon saw Satin standing there beside Ghost and Ice, holding onto the reins of a coal black stallion that was draped in caparison in the Targaryen colors. The horse was a gift from lord Manderly to Jon. Sansa had gotten a grey mare that was as graceful as a dancer, that was covered in the caparison of the Stark colors.

Jon and Sansa would be riding side by side on their new destriers out of the city. Jon tried his best at not letting his nervousness show, and he thought that he had done reasonably well at that.

Jon and the rest of the lords that would be going with him and Sansa to take back Winterfell, said their goodbyes to lord Manderly and his granddaughters, who looked a little put out at not going with them. That was something that Jon could not understand, who would want to go to a battlefield and to war?

Ser Davos would be leaving in a few days to Dragonstone to take the seat of house Targaryen and start on the mining of dragonglass and send it north. So, he would be staying in White Harbor until then.

As they started to ride out of the castle of the Manderlys, and into the city itself, Jon was struck speechless. Jon had been expecting anything but this. The people of the city had gathered to see the army leave the city to take back Winterfell from the Boltons, they were all cheering and shouting and Jon could see that they were waving hastily made Targaryen banners in the air along with the banners of house Stark and the other northern houses that were fighting for Sansa and Rickon.

Everywhere he looked there were people shouting his name and cheering for him, and they were so loud that they almost drowned out the shrieking of the four dragons above them and again, small children tried their best to pet or touch Ghost and Ice as they rode passed the roaring crowd.

SER BRYNDEN TULLY

Brynden was very fortunate to have met the young crannogman who had helped him cross over to the north. They had avoided the knights of the vale on their slow trek north. It seemed that they weren't in any hurry to get to Winterfell. Even though Brynden knew most of the lords of the vale, Brynden also knew that they were being led by Littlefinger, and he didn't trust that man not to hand him to the Lannisters.

The young man Daerion, was helping him travel to find the northern host that his grandniece and her bastard half-brother had assembled to take back Winterfell.

Brynden remembered that his niece Cat had been distrustful of the boy when he had been spoken of by her and her son Robb, but Robb had always spoken well of him and the last he had heard, he had taken the black and become the lord commander of the night´s watch and the watch took no part in the realms of men.

So, what on earth was the boy doing gathering an army? Brynden supposed he would find out soon, as he and Daerion were approaching the army that was heading north. Night was falling and the army was camped a half days ride from Winterfell, and they would most likely be riding early in the morning to reach the ancient home of the Starks.

But what had really startled Brynden was that among the banners of the northern lords was the black and red banner of house Targaryen. That banner hadn't been seen in Westeros in nearly twenty years and now it was flying beside the banner of house Stark? What madness was this? Had the north forgotten Rickard and Brandon Stark and what the mad king did to them?

Two riders clad in Manderly colors, approached them before they could get to close to the camp. Brynden had been ordered to identify himself and his traveling companion, and then they had to give up all their weapons before they could approach the encampment.

At the edge of the encampment they were greeted by another crannogman. But this one Brynden knew, they had fought together in the rebellion and now lord Howland Reed was standing proudly under the Targaryen banner once again.

"Howland, what is going on?" Brynden couldn't keep the shock out of his voice. "What mummery is this? Why are the northern lords flying the Targaryen banner?"

"Because the king is of house Targaryen." As always, the smaller man's voice was soft and soothing, but not enough to calm Brynden down. Brynden didn't have time to respond because the lord of Greywater watch turned on his heel and gestured for Brynden to follow.

They passed many tents before they got to the larger tents in the middle of the encampment. But two tents were the largest of them all. One of them was grey and white of the Starks and the other was black and red of house Targaryen.

Howland approached the black tent and called out. "Your grace, Ser Brynden Tully is here." Before anything could be said a small young man opened the tent and let them in. Howland walked into the tent with Brynden following close behind him.

It was bright inside the tent because of all the candles that were lit, and inside the tent there were three people present. Two of them were sitting down and one was standing. He knew the person that was standing, it was lady Brienne of Tarth, the woman who had served Cat, as her sworn shield before Cat had ordered her to free Jaime Lannister and take him to the capitol.

The other two people he had never met before, but he knew one of them instantly. It was Sansa Stark, his grandniece. She looked just like her mother but more beautiful and taller than Cat had been. Sansa stood up with a smile and walked over to him.

"We are so glad to meet you uncle, please sit down, you must be terribly tired after your journey." She guided him to a seat at the table. If Brynden hadn't been used to Greywind, his grandnephew´s direwolf, he would have jumped out of his skin as a small, grey direwolf came up to him a sniff.

But nothing could prepare him for the monster that came out of the shadows of the inner tent. The great white beast was much larger than Greywind had been and the grey wolf hadn't had those eerie red knowing eyes. But what came after him was even more shocking. Four dragons followed the white direwolf. All of them stared at Brynden with molten eyes like they were studying him. The dragons were the size of large hunting dogs, but Brynden knew that they were much more dangerous.

They seemed to gravitate towards the young man that was still sitting by the table. Brynden had heard enough tales of the bastard of Winterfell to know him when he saw him. Even sitting down Brynden could tell that Jon Snow was a tall man, he had the dark hair of the Starks and valyrian steel grey eyes that cut just as sharply as the swords. Brynden had always heard that Ned Stark´s bastard looked just like him, but Brynden thought that Jon Snow was too handsome to be the copy of Eddard Stark.

It was then Brynden took notice of his clothes, they were all done in black and red of house Targaryen, and the red three headed dragon was roaring in anger on his chest. If it weren't for the four dragons and the large monstrous direwolf, Brynden would have jumped up from his chair and demanded an explanation. But one should not demand anything for someone who seemed to have the love of four dragons and a direwolf.

"Satin." His grandniece spoke up. "Could you get some refreshment for my uncle please." The young man who had let him in, jumped to do his grandnieces bidding. Howland came and sat down next to Brynden, much to his relief. He had to admit that he felt a little better seeing a familiar face, among this craziness.

"What news from the south, uncle?" Sansa´s voice washed over him as he tore his eyes away from the dragons.

"Jaime Lannister has taken Riverrun and given it to the Freys. They hold my nephew Edmure hostage and the Riverlords have all bent the knee." He looked at his niece, Sansa looked sad and looked over to her bastard brother.

"Thank you for telling us uncle." At this moment the boy, Satin his niece had called him, came back with a tray filled with food and a flagon of wine. But Brynden couldn't keep silent anymore.

"What is going on? What is with all the Targaryen banners? And where did the dragons come from? And the last I have heard was that you had disappeared from the capitol after murdering that shit Joffrey and then I hear you are here in the north gathering an army." Sansa and Jon Snow looked at each other, but then Jon Snow nodded at Brynden´s niece.

The tale Sansa told her granduncle was not a pretty one and by the end of it he was looking back and forth between Sansa and the young man who had been known as Jon Snow but who was actually the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark and the rightful king of the seven kingdoms. But what was even more unbelievable was that the Others were marching on the wall and Sansa and Jon Sno…Targaryen had proof.

He would have jumped up and called them all crazy if not for the stare of the dragons pinning him down in his seat.

"We need to liberate the Riverlands from the Lannisters and the Freys." It was the first time Brynden had heard Jon Sno…Targaryen speak. His voice was deep, and his northern accent was more apparent than it had been in Brynden´s grandnephew, Robb.

Sansa nodded. "I agree, we need all the men we can get to help fight the dead and man the wall when the time comes." She stopped for a moment before continuing. "It would also look really good if you liberate the Riverlands to the other kingdoms that are suffering under Lannister rule and want to see them gone."

"I agree, but we need to wait until we can liberate Winterfell and save Rickon from the Boltons." Ned Stark´s more handsome look alike said and rubbed his beard covered chin.

"There is also another thing." Sansa and the young man waited for Brynden to continue. "When we were moving north, I saw the knights of the vale going up the king´s road, but as far as I could see they weren't moving very fast. In fact, they were moving very slowly."

Sansa and the newly crowned king looked at each other. "He is waiting for you to write to him and beg for his help, so that you would be in his debt." Sansa nodded her agreement with the young king.

"We don't need him; we can do this ourselves." His grandnieces voice was confident and strong. "I will never be in Littlefinger´s debt if I can help it."

"The knights of the vale could be useful in taking back the Riverlands." Brynden said looking between Sansa and young man.

"Not if they come with Littlefinger." Brynden had almost forgotten that Howland was in the room. He had been quiet for most of the time since sitting down.

"Then we separate Littlefinger from the knights of the vale." Sansa drummed her fingers on the table. "He has the vale through Robert Arryn, but if he doesn't have him anymore, there goes some of his military strength. But he does have a lot of vale houses with him because he was buying up their debts from the iron bank."

"And how will we take Lord Arryn away from Littlefinger?" Brynden hadn't seen the boy since he had left the vale with Cat to join the war against the Lannisters, but he was eager to know how Sansa intended to manage to get the little lord away from the whoremonger.

But he didn't get a response, only a smile.