SER DAVOS

He stood on the balcony overlooking the sea. He was still in awe of the ship he was looking at, lord Manderly was certainly a genius if there ever was one.

The ship, the Greywind, was one of the lord of New castle´s own design, and it had been built for King Robb Stark when he had commissioned his fleet.

The ship was the best and the fastest Davos had ever been on. It definitely helped that they had extremely favorable winds, that made the men think that their journey was blessed by the gods.

Now, Davos wasn't a godly man, but if this helped the morale of the men, then who was he to argue.

The ship could hold enough men for Davos to take Dragonstone and hold the island until the rest of the fleet caught up and reached the island of the Targaryens. He had also gotten a few men from the King´s own sworn soldiers.

The men that had come along with Davos were all former inhabitants of Dragonstone, so they knew the island better than anyone beside himself, he had made a note to study the island when he had been here with Stannis.

Davos turned from the window overlooking the Narrow sea and looked back to the painted table. He didn't think that he would ever have been back here when he had left for East watch, no, he had thought that he and Stannis would have been taking the King´s road to the capitol.

Oh, how the times had changed. Now Davos was serving a different king, a better king, with a better claim than Stannis ever had.

Davos had thought that Stannis had what it took to become a good king, but how wrong he was. The man Davos had admired the most had tried to burn his only child as a sacrifice, only for Davos´s own son to stop him.

Devan. Davos was so proud of his oldest living son; he had risked his king´s anger to save an innocent girl from a horrible death.

As Davos had stood with the lords of the North as they crowned the young Jon of house Targaryen as king, he wouldn't have thought that one of his first acts as king was to knight Davos´s own son for his bravery and the now Ser Brienne for saving the lady Sansa for the Bolton hunters.

They both deserved the honor, and most of the lords of the north agreed with him. Both Devan and Ser Brienne had served their people admirably and seemed to be better suited to knighthood than most men that had been knighted.

Davos was sad to leave Shireen and Devan in the north while he went back to Dragonstone, but he knew that King Jon would take care of them. Davos could already see that Jon and Shireen were starting to take a shine to one another, and he was confident that soon they would be as close as siblings. Shireen had always wanted an older brother and to Davos, it seemed that Jon Targaryen was more than willing to fill that role in her life.

Davos sat down by the painted table and wrote a letter to the king. King Jon had to know that they had Dragonstone and would start mining for dragonglass as soon as possible.

Davos was charged with mining and sending the obsidian, unprocessed to White Harbor, where it would be made into weapons. It was better to waste as little time and effort into making the weapons here, in case someone tried to take the island or the ships that were carrying the weapons, were sunk into the ocean by one of the autumn storms.

As soon as the rest of the men from White Harbor would arrive, they could start sending the dragonglass to White Harbor.

Davos had been talking to the inhabitants of the island and recruiting them to start working in the mines. They would be starting in the next couple of days much to his relief, they needed to start as soon as possible.

Davos was also hoping for a letter from Winterfell would arrive soon and tell them that the King and Lady Sansa had taken the ancient home of the Starks back, and that they had saved Rickon Stark. That poor boy didn't deserve being held hostage by the Bolton bastard, from the stories that Davos had head of the natural son of Roose Bolton, Ramsay Snow was an animal.

Davos had heard some of the crimes that Ramsay Snow had committed, apparently, he enjoyed skinning people and hunting down women like they were game. Only a truly evil person could do something like this to another human being.

Davos shook his head, there was no reason for him to think about that monster any more than he had to. Nothing good would come of it. No, it was better to focus on the work at hand. He had to write letters to the lords of the Narrow sea and the Crownlands, they had to be informed that there was a son of Rhaegar Targaryen, living and breathing, who had proof of who he was.

Davos knew the lords of the Crownlands and the Narrow sea well; he had worked with them for years when Stannis had been the lord of Dragonstone. Davos knew that if they were presented with a legitimate Targaryen heir that could prove who he was, they would flock to him.

Especially when they found out that he had six dragons to his name.

JON

Jon was sitting in front of the fire with Rickon in his lap. The boy had refused to leave him after he had returned to Winterfell with Sansa and Shireen. Rickon had clung to Jon like a lifeline after he had returned to Winterfell.

Rickon was almost asleep, and he seemed to need it, the boy had a long and hard day behind him, and he had been in Ramsay´s clutches for more than two and a half months. Rickon had told Jon that the Smalljon had refused to let Rickon out of his custody, and therefore Ramsay didn't get to torture the small child.

That would buy the Smalljon some mercy, Jon and Sansa had discussed letting him take the black. The Smalljon would be more useful fighting the dead, instead of being dead.

Jon smiled a little as he looked down on the lord of Winterfell clutching his shirt in his little fist and tiredly burying his face in his chest, like Jon was a giant pillow. It felt very familiar to Jon, he had held Arya countless times like this when they had been children.

His little sister had always come to him when she had been afraid or angry, of all the Stark children they had always been the closest to one another. And now she was gone.

Jon had to fight the tears that threatened to fall at the very thought that he would never see Arya again, his wild little sister was most likely dead somewhere and he would always have to wonder what had happened to her.

Jon was brought back to the present by a small snore from Rickon. They had planted themselves in the solar that had belonged to Eddard Stark, and Sansa was sitting behind the desk and looking through the letters of Roose Bolton with the help of Shireen.

Jon was really tired himself after the day, even though there hadn't been a battle per se, it had been trying on his mind and soul seeing his six-year old cousin run across the field and hoping to reach him in time. Without Rhaegal and Viserion, Jon doubted that he would have been able to save Rickon.

Rhaegal and Viserion had created so much panic and confusion in the ranks of their enemies that it had been very easy for the Stark army to make sure that the men who were crazy enough to keep in fighting, were neutralized, and round up the ones that surrendered. Most of the men had chosen to surrender.

Jon was startled from his half-awake state by Sansa´s voice. "The Greatjon is alive, along with Ser Wylis Manderly and a couple of minor lords from the North." Jon blinked a couple of times to get the sleepiness out of his eyes.

"That is good news, are they being held at the Twins?" He asked, it was the most likely place for them to be in, as the hadn't been ransomed back to their families, most likely Old Walder Frey wanted them close by for protection so that the Umbers and the Manderlys wouldn't move against him.

Sansa nodded. "Yes, they are in the Twins apparently, along with some of the minor lords that Walder Frey decided to keep in his dungeons." She was silent for a moment but then she continued. "It seemed that Roose Bolton wanted them back so that he would have an easier time controlling the lords of the north, but Walder refused him." Sansa looked up from the letter.

"Maybe, Walder thinks that having these men in his custody will stop the other lords of the north from retaliating." She wondered, Jon thought that she was right, having the Greatjon and Wylis Manderly in his custody made sure that those two families would behave themselves.

Well, as long as the situation wouldn't change dramatically. But now with Jon being crowned king, and him having four young dragons and two bigger ones, changed the game a lot.

The Lannisters couldn't protect the Freys anymore, the Lannisters would be in trouble themselves and the Freys would be hung out to dry. The Boltons would soon be gone from the face of the earth and could no longer assist the Freys in their backstabbing ways.

"We need to free them, when we take back the Riverlands and restore Edmure Tully as lord paramount." Jon stated and he watched Sansa nod her head in agreement.

"There is also the problem with Lady Dustin, she is the last of the nobles that declared for Ramsay that is not in our dungeons." Jon declared to his cousins. They had Lady Dustin´s father, Lord Ryswell and his sons locked in their dungeons, awaiting their trial and execution or banishment to the wall.

"We will have to drag Lady Dustin out of Barrowton, she will not care that we have her father and brothers in our dungeons, she knows that they will be dead or banished soon." Jon agreed with Sansa there.

Lady Dustin was famous for her hatred of house Stark after she had been denied the late Brandon Stark´s hand in marriage. She would not come quietly. Jon would have to go to the Barrowlands and route her out with force.

"Then who will rule the Barrowlands and the Rills?" Shireen glanced at Jon and Sansa, waiting for an answer.

"Well, we will have to find someone loyal to house Stark, and there are now a few candidates that we can choose from." Sansa said looking thoughtful. Jon eyes were drawn to her mouth as she bit her lower lip in thought. He hurriedly glanced back into the fireplace, trying to burn away the improper thoughts.

"What about the Umbers and the Karstarks?" Shireen asked, he could hear the curiosity in her tone, and he was thankful for the distraction.

"Well, Ned Umber will have to serve as the Lord of Last Hearth until we can free the Greatjon and Lady Alys Karstark will have to become the ruling Lady of Karhold, but they will have to be betrothed to someone from a house that supported us in taking back Winterfell." Sansa´s voice was light and soothing as she answered the Lady of Strom´s End.

Jon liked this plan, while house Ryswell and house Dustin would soon become extinct for siding with the Boltons, as all of Lord´s Ryswells children, had either supplied men and horses or fought in the battle itself against house Stark; Ned Umber and Alys Karstark were children and hadn't taken part in their father´s and uncle´s treason.

So, Jon and Sansa had discussed this at length and agreed that this was the best course of action, and they would be telling the lords of this when the rest of the lords arrived.

Jon looked over to Sansa, who seemed be think hard about something. "There is also the matter of Littlefinger and the knights of the Vale, arriving in three days." Sansa seemed irritated at the very name, Littlefinger.

Not that Jon could blame her, the man had sold her like cattle to the Boltons, one of the families that had brought down the fall of house Stark.

"As they didn't help in the battle, the north owes them nothing, but that doesn't mean that Baelish isn't dangerous." Sansa fell silent and ran her hand through her lovely red hair. Jon didn't like how distracted he was becoming from the topic, he had to focus on the matter at hand, and not how beautiful Sansa´s hair was in the fire light.

Jon didn't miss how Shireen gave him a suspicious look, and an almost impish grin. He quickly schooled his features to give away nothing.

"I think that he will be trying to push for marriage alliances." Sansa´s statement was followed by terror filled silence. Jon was not keen on marrying some girl that he had never met, that only wanted to have anything to do with him because he was the King.

He could also spy Shireen looking a little pale at the thought, she was the sole heir to the Stormlands now that all of Robert Baratheons children were known bastards, and the fact she was the only living child of Stannis Baratheon, and the fact that Renly never had any children.

It was very likely that Littlefinger would try to get his claws in her. He would most likely try to arrange a marriage between her and one of his lackies, but Jon would be damned if he ever let that happen. After all Jon was now Shireen´s guardian and therefore he would be the one determining who married his cousin.

And he would settle for nothing less than the best for his cousins.

But Jon was more worried about Sansa, he knew that some of the northern lords were already started to try to woo her, Lord Donnel Flint, was chief among them. But Littlefinger, Jon suspected would try to get his claws in her with more enthusiasm than Shireen.

While Shireen was the daughter of house Baratheon and house Florent, the later which was sworn to the Tyrells of Highgarden, Sansa was the daughter of house Stark and house Tully, and her cousin was Robert Arryn, the lord of the Vale. Whoever married her would have connections to two ruling houses and one that would soon rule the Riverlands again.

Should all the Stark and Tully men die, she would inherit the North and have a strong claim to the Riverlands and have very close connections to the ruling house of the Vale. Yes, Robert Arryn would be before her in the line of succession to Riverrun, but he was a sickly boy by all account, that may or may not live to see adulthood.

Jon knew that would be a very attractive price for Littlefinger. Jon looked at the ribbon Sansa had gifted him with, as he fiddled with it, he got an idea.

"Then perhaps it is time for us to arrange some marriages of our own." Jon said, he had an idea on who to betroth Rickon too, but he wanted Sansa´s opinion. His female cousins just stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I was talking to the Wull, and he has a granddaughter, five-years of age. We could betroth her to Rickon. We know he needs to marry within the north and the Wull and the other mountain clans were one of the first ones to come to our side." Sansa nodded, while looking thoughtful. But Shireen looked a little confused.

"Why does he need to marry a northern girl?" Shireen asked her cousin with a look that didn't hide her bewilderment.

But it was Sansa who answered. "Well, our mother was from the South and I don't think the lords of the North would take well to two southern lady Starks in a row, especially now that they have crowned Jon as king, who is half a Targaryen." Jon could see the realization on Shireen´s face.

Jon was very glad that Sansa was here with him and helping him with everything. It was a large leap for them. As children they had barely spoken to one another, but now here they were, managing the north and raising two children together.

That thought brought a blush to his cheeks, he was raising two children with Sansa Stark. That thought made something in his stomach start dancing and he felt like it was filled with butterflies.

He tried to shake his head clear of the offending thoughts, but he just couldn't, the fact that he and Sansa were now responsible not only for the north, but also trying to raise and protect Rickon and Shireen together, wouldn't stop dancing around his head, in the end he gave up trying to make the offending thoughts stop and opted for leaving the room and seeing if some sleep would put a halt to this.

"I should take Rickon to bed, it is late, and I am also very tired." Jon stood from his chair with Rickon in his arms and bid his cousins good night, then he fled the room as fast as was proper.

SANSA

She watched the king of the seven kingdoms practically flee the solar, leaving Sansa and Shireen alone together, and wondering what had happened.

But he had come up with a good idea to protect Rickon from Littlefinger´s marriage schemes. It would be a good idea to betroth Rickon to the Wull´s granddaughter, the mountain clans had been one of the first ones that had joined the fight, and the Wulls were the only one of the mountain clans that had a girl so close to Rickon´s age.

Sansa could see a little smirk on Shireen´s face as the young girl looked at the door their mutual cousin had just fled through. Did Sansa miss anything? She didn't like the feeling, it brought to many memories of the Lannisters and Littlefinger back.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Sansa let a little playfulness into her voice, she really liked Shireen, Sansa felt like they were kindred spirts almost. They had both gone through a lot that could have been avoided if the world was just a little bit kinder to those that couldn't protect themselves.

"Just a theory, but back to our earlier discussion, before our brave King decided it was past his bedtime." Sansa could help but to laugh at that. The King of the seven kingdoms, who would jump alone, headfirst into battle and go flying on the back of a dragon, had practically ran out the door blushing when they had been taking about marriage alliances.

Yes, Jon´s idea had most likely solved their problem with Rickon, but Sansa, Shireen and Jon himself remained.

Sansa was most worried about Jon, the lords and ladies would be trying everything they could think of to marry Jon into their families, like when the Manderly girls had been fighting over him when they thought he was a bastard with four dragons, and now he was a king, the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, with six dragons.

Sansa had seen the look the older Manderly girl had given the younger one at the welcoming feast their grandfather had thrown, and she had heard the rumors afterwards that those two had gotten into a huge fight after the feast from Satin.

Apparently, the elder girl had wanted Jon to escort her to the feast and the younger one had been quicker to find Jon. So, the elder one, Wynafryd had settled for Lord Donnel, much to Sansa´s happiness.

The thought that Jon would end up married to some tart that only wanted him so that she would be queen, made Sansa want to vomit. Jon deserved someone kind and loving, someone that could be there for him when he needed her, not just to give birth to babes and look pretty.

Shireen had turned a little sad and she looked at her hand that were clutching one of the letters she had been reading. "Have you any idea for someone that I would have to marry?"

Sansa had one idea, but she hadn't had time to bring it up to Jon and Shireen.

"Well, there is one I think that might work. His name is Jeor Mormont and he is the second child of Alysane Mormont, she is Lyanna´s elder sister, Alysane has two children the son and an elder daughter that will inherit Bear island after Maege and Alysane." Sansa had been thinking about this a lot, the Mormonts had for centuries held both boys and girls in high esteem and therefore the young Jeor wouldn't take badly to his wife ruling her own lands, if he married Shireen.

But he would have to stand up to Jon´s scrutiny. Over the little time Jon and Shireen had known each other, they had grown close and Jon being Jon, had grown very protective of her. Then again, Jon would like anyone that Sansa and Shireen picked, over someone Littlefinger could come up with. Sansa was sure that Jon would hate the person that Littlefinger subjected on principle alone.

The girl nodded but didn't seem very sure of anything. "You now that Jon wouldn't force you to marry anyone that you don't want too." Sansa knew that Jon would never do that, even if it angered some of the lords.

The girl smiled at that. "Yes, I don't think he would force me to marry anyone, but we need to make alliances and tying the Stormlands to the north like this would be a good move, and the Mormonts are famous for their skills in fighting and the Stormlanders are going to respect that." That had been Sansa´s thoughts too.

"What about you?" That made Sansa´s stomach drop, and she felt ice in her veins. She didn't want to be sold to some stranger again, she knew that she would have to get married again but the very thought of some man…

Shireen seemed to sense Sansa´s distress. "I am sorry Sansa; I didn't mean it like that." Shireen knew that Sansa had been forced to marry twice against her will, sure she had said those vows, but Sansa always knew that she had no choice in the matter. If she hadn't said those vows, she was sure that something more awful would have happened to her.

"It´s alright Shireen, you did nothing wrong." She gave the girl a smile to assure her that she wasn't angry at her. Sansa saw the younger girl, was looking at her worriedly and then at the door where Jon had fled. "Is something wrong Shireen?"

The young girl bit her lip as she contemplated on her thoughts. "It´s just that, Rickon and I have a few years until we have to get married to people that we don't know, but you and Jon will have to marry someone very soon most likely. It´s just unfair."

Sansa smile at the girl, Shireen Baratheon was a very caring person, and Sansa loved her for it.

"I should go to bed." The girl said as she suppressed a yawn. Shireen stood up and walked to the door, there she hesitated with her hand on the doorknob.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you and Jon just married each other?" with that, Shireen Baratheon walked out the door, leaving Sansa stunned in her wake.

TYRION

Tyrion watched the carnage before him, that the queen´s monster had left in his awake. He had never in his life, felt such terror as when he had stared into the blood red eyes of Drogon. He had heard tales of the winged shadow but seeing him in all his one hundred- and thirty-feet glory had unnerved Tyrion and shook him to his core.

The dragon had most likely been lured into the city by the noise and the smell of blood in the fighting pits.

He looked around the pit, it was filled with Unsullied that were securing the area, after the black dragon had killed most of the sons of the harpy that had attacked the royal party. It was clear to everyone that they had intended to kill Daenerys, but they hadn't expected the black dragon to come swooping in when he smelled the blood.

Burnt and half burnt corpses laid everywhere in the pit, filling to with the smell of cooked meat and ash. Most of the corpses would never be identified, and half melted stone was lying about in the wake of the queen´s monster.

Tyrion looked to his side where the lord commander of the queen´s guard was staring at the space where Drogon had disappeared from with the queen on his back. Ser Barristan had never looked older than he did now. The thoughts in the older man´s mind most likely mirrored Tyrion´s own thoughts.

Daenerys Targaryen could probably return to the city with a big dragon under her control. That thought rang out in Tyrion´s skull like a warning bell.

Tyrion couldn't help the uneasiness in his belly at the very thought of Daenerys being reunited with the black beast as he was often called. The very thought of Daenerys Targaryen controlling a dragon made his insides contract and freeze. Could she both handle the ferocity of the dragon and her own violent streak?

In the last weeks, she had grown more and more unstable, her tantrums had grown more frequent and violent and so had her response to the sons of the harpy.

Every time the sons of the harpy made a move, Daenerys responded with executing ten random masters.

Tyrion had to admit, he didn't grieve over those slavers, but if she handled them like this, how would she handle the lords of Westeros? She wouldn't magically improve when she came to the country of her birth. Sure, it seemed that the only thing that the slavers respected was strength, but that was not how things worked in the west, the very land that she wanted to rule.

It took more than just strength to rule Westeros, as her ancestors had proven again and again. The best and the most successful rulers were both strong and wise and knew when to exercise mercy instead of chopping of heads or burning their enemies.

Her own paranoia was also becoming more and more apparent, she seemed to see enemies in every corner. Yes, the sons of the Harpy were out to get her, but she was executing people that she had no proof of having committed any crimes against her.

Not for the first time he thought on the similarities between Daenerys and her own father. What would the world look like now if Aerys Targaryen had a dragon? Tyrion shuddered at the very thought.

Sure, Daenerys wasn't as bad as her father, who had burned people for his own amusement, but as Ser Barristan had told Tyrion in one of their late-night chats, that were coming more frequent by the day, that Aerys hadn't always been so mad and all the texts agreed with the old knight.

The maesters agreed that Aerys had been very promising as a young man, but after the defiance of Duskendale, something in the man had finally snapped. After he had been rescued, the king had become more and more unstable until he finally lost his mind.

She wasn't anywhere near the levels of insanity of the mad king, but it wasn't only the similarities between father and daughter that worried Tyrion, it was also the differences.

Daenerys´s unbelieve amount of charm and charisma worried him greatly, she was very good at seeming good, unlike her late father in his later years. She could draw in followers like no one else he had seen before.

The slaves that she had freed was the primary example. Tyrion could understand why they had chosen to follow her, she had freed them from the misery of being slaves.

But Tyrion had doubted that it had been Daenerys´s intention when she had burned the masters of Astapor. After listening to Ser Barristan´s tale on what had happened, it seemed to Tyrion that is was a fortunate side effect.

By all accounts, Daenerys had gone there to buy slaves, but when she couldn't pay for them with gold, she had promised a dragon. Then she had ordered the dragon to burn the masters to avoid giving up her favorite dragon.

And it seemed that Daenerys had gone unstable when the dragons had broken out of their prison from under the great pyramid.

But that brought the question back to Tyrion´s mind. Was Daenerys becoming her father?

Was that what was happening to Daenerys? Had the disappearance of the dragons, made her snap like her father before her? Would the return of Drogon turn her whole again?

No. Tyrion doubted that very much. He didn't think that Daenerys would suddenly turn gentle by having a dragon by her side, if anything it would turn her more violent.

But maybe she wouldn't return with the dragon at all. Maybe the dragon would decide that he wanted to be wild, like the Cannibal. But something whispered in Tyrion´s ear that would be unlikely. The Cannibal had killed those that tried to mount him, and Daenerys had managed to mount Drogon.

Tyrion would wager all the gold in Casterly Rock that she would be able to control the dragon to some extent. She had managed to hatch the three dragon eggs she had been given, why wouldn't she be able to control the dragons that she had hatched?

But Tyrion had never heard of a Targaryen that had control over more than one dragon, every dragon rider that he had heard of had one dragon in their lifetime that they could somewhat control and ride, but never more than that.

So, if Daenerys could control the black dragon, Tyrion didn't think it likely that she could control the other two dragons. Well maybe if Drogon could influence Rhaegal and Viserion, then yes, she would be able to control the other two, but as the green dragon and the cream one didn't appear with Drogon, it seemed that they didn't go to him when they had broken out of the pyramid.

Tyrion hoped that the other two wouldn't return to the city. As much as he was afraid of Drogon, it was the green one, Rhaegal that worried him the most.

Rhaegal´s fires burned as hot as Balerion's fires did at the peak of his power, and Rhaegal was only a fraction of Balerion´s age and size.

If the green dragon returned to Meereen and to his mother… well Tyrion didn't want to think that thought through.

Tyrion had never felt the urge to flee a city so keenly before, and that was counting the time his father had sentenced him to die for a crime he didn't commit.

But were would he go? He couldn't return to Westeros as long as his sister was in power and if Stannis took the throne, well the less talk about Stannis Baratheon the better.

It seemed to Tyrion he would have to stay here in Meereen and try his best to fix the cities problems, that admittedly were many. Daenerys left a lot to be desired in a ruler, and she hadn't even begun to try to fix the economy of the city after she had taken it, she was too distracted by the fact that the dragons had left.

And now that she was gone from the city, he could try and concentrate on the commers and try to get the people back to work, instead of trying to find the runaway dragons, alongside trying to minimize the damage of the plague that was affecting the city, the pale mare it was called.

No, Tyrion would have to bide his time here in the city of Meereen until he could find a way to go home without losing his head in the process.