WILLAS

If he had been any other man, he would have thrown all the things to the floor, that were occupying his desk, or rather his father´s desk, but thankfully Mace Tyrell never really used it as Willas was the one who saw too the day to day function of the Reach.

Ever since Willas had reached majority, his father had left the ruling to Willas, while taking all the credit for his hard work, even though not one of the Reach lords believed him.

Willas hadn't been this angry since he had taken the fall in the tourney that fateful day many years ago. He could feel the fury burn in his veins all though his body and he wanted to take his cane and start striking the delicate statues that littered the solar of the lord of Highgarden.

But Willas had better control of himself than that, his grandmother had taught him better than to lose his control over the stupidity of his father.

Willas had ordered his men to take his father and siblings straight back to Highgarden, but it was clear to him that Mace Tyrell had ordered them to take him to Storm´s End instead.

If the lord of Highgarden ordered the men to take him and his children to the Stormlands, the men were bound by oaths to obey, even if they knew that Willas wanted them in Highgarden.

And now his father had effectively handed himself and two of his children over to this Aegon character who claimed to be the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell.

Willas snorted at that, everyone knew that prince Aegon had died at the sacking of King´s Landing, his tiny head had been crushed by the Mountain, just before he had raped Aegon´s mother with the boy´s blood still on his hands.

No one in their right mind would believe that this boy was the son of Rhaegar Targaryen, especially when he had just shown up in the Stormlands with the Golden Company in tow.

The Golden Company would never support a Targaryen, they were famous for their hatred of the Targaryen line and for supporting Blackfyres, so it would make more sense that this Aegon was a secret Blackfyre rather than a secret Targaryen.

There was also the fact that he had landed in the Stormlands, rather than Dorne, that supported Willas´s theory. Landing in the middle of the Stormlands and taking Storm´s End wasn't the best strategic move that Willas could think of, not if Aegon really was the son of Elia.

No, if he really was Elia´s and Rhaegar´s son, then he would have found support in Dorne with his Martell family, as the boy had landed in Westeros before Dorian Martell had been murdered.

No, this boy wasn't a Targaryen, of that Willas was sure.

Willas glanced at the letter his father had sent him, demanding Willas to mobilize their men and to send them to the Stormlands, so that they could link up with the Golden Company and march to the capitol and take the city in Aegon´s name.

But the only reason Willas would ever send the men to the Stormlands would be to lay siege to the castle of the Stormlords of Storm´s End to get his siblings and empty-headed father again. but as much as he wanted his family home again, he wouldn't be doing that either.

A siege was never a good idea, as they took too long and left them venerable, like Robb Stark had taught the Lannister army at Riverrun, when the young wolf had broken the siege at the castle.

No, he had a better idea in mind, and that was to contact the Stormlords that had their strongholds all around the castle of the Baratheons and work with them to get his family back.

There was a knock on the door and a servant walked in telling him that his grandmother was waiting for him in the garden.

Willas grabbed his cane and limped his way out of the castle, to the corner of the garden where his grandmother delighted to sit and ponder. He could feel the stabbing pain shot through his leg with every step and he was glad when he finally reached his destination.

His grandmother´s corner was filled with sweet smelling yellow roses and lavenders and it had ornate table and chairs. The table was filled with all sorts of fruit, and wine from the Arbor, but as always, his grandmother was nibbling on a fig, and beside her was Willas´s younger brother, Ser Garlan Tyrell. Garlan was just like Loras in looks but just a little taller and broader in built and had a tidy beard chopped close to his face.

Willas took a seat beside Olenna Tyrell, his grandmother was a woman of sixty years and she was very small and had white hair that was hidden under her head scarf.

She fixed her cunning eyes on him. "Well?" And Willas couldn't help but to sigh at her demand, he had a feeling that she already knew what had been written in the letter from his father.

"Father married Margaery to this Aegon and wants me to send the army of the Reach to the Stormlands to link up with the Golden company so that they can take the capitol." His grandmother stared at him before she snorted at his father´s stupidity.

"There are more days than not, I wonder if Mace is really my son." She threw the half-finished fig on a plate decorated with golden roses and grabbed a cup with wine and took a small sip from it, as his little brother snorted with laughter at her words.

Olenna Tyrell shot Willas a glance. "If you have any wits about you, you will not be sending the army to this Aegon character unless you are going to war against him."

Willas rolled his eyes at her. "Of course not, I will not lead the men to a slaughter." That was what would happen to their men if they went to the Stormlands. This Aegon and his Golden company were locked in by the Stormlords, and they in turn had Dorne to the south, the Crownlands to the north, the Narrow sea to the east.

It would be much easier for Willas to try to work with the Stormlords to get his family back than rushing to the Stormlands like bull, even if that took more time.

Olenna Tyrell reached out her small frail hand to pat his. "No, you are not as dumb as your father," Willas snorted at the double-edged complement.

"Grandmother, have you heard from your people?" Willas leaned a little on the table and tried to keep a winch from his face as a sharp pain flared up his leg.

"Yes, my people in the Riverlands are still singing the same song of dragons to the north." She took another sip of wine. "But I haven't heard anything from the north itself, I only know that Sansa Stark and her cousin Jon Targaryen left White Harbor with an army and four dragons, and the crown of Aegon the conqueror on the boy´s head." He could see that Garlan was worried about this news, as he squirmed in his chair.

Willas raised an eyebrow at that, this Jon Targaryen must be impressive indeed if the northern lords had declared for him with the last name Targaryen, and where had the boy gotten four dragons and the crown of Aegon the conqueror?

"Are you sure that he really is the son of Rhaegar Targaryen?" Garlan asked their grandmother.

Olenna shot Garlan look, but this was a lot more heated than the one Willas had received before. "Of course I am sure, we were all surprised when Ned Stark claimed that he had fathered a bastard, it is a lot more believable that he had took his sister´s trueborn child and claimed it as his own to protect him from Robert."

From what Willas had heard about Ned Stark, it was a lot more believable story than him having been unfaithful to his wife. But what had the man intended to do with the boy?

"So," Willas began as he rubbed his temple. "We have trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen who now has the north backing him, a Targaryen pretender in the Stormlands who is married to Margaery and then there is Daenerys Targaryen in Essos who might very well come here to claim the iron throne."

"So it would seem." Said their grandmother as she took another sip of Arbor gold. They sat there in silence for a few moments before Garlan spoke.

"So, are we supporting this Aegon? Even though he is not the son of Rhaegar and Elia?" His brother´s eyes went quickly from their grandmother to Willas then back again, waiting for an answer.

But their grandmother shot Garlan another irritated look. "If you are going to ask stupid questions, I think that it is better if you do not say anything at all." Garlan looked like a little boy again, their grandmother had that effect on people. No one liked being on the receiving end of her barbed tongue.

"We need to get my oaf of a son and your siblings away from this Aegon character so that we can salvage this situation." She picked up the fig again and started to nib at it, deep in thought.

"First we must examine what we know." Willas stated as he poured himself some Arbor gold into a cup that had the golden roses of house Tyrell, stamped into it. He placed the jug back on the table and took a small sip from the cup. "We know that if the stories about this Jon Targaryen are true and that he really does have dragons, that he really is the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna and therefore the true heir to the throne."

Their grandmother stared at Willas with approval in her gaze as she nodded for him to continue. "We also know that Margaery has married this Aegon character and that the marriage was consummated, according to the letter from father."

Garlan shot Willas a look. "How can we be so sure that this Aegon isn't the real one and that this Jon is actually a trueborn son?"

Olenna Tyrell shot him an annoyed look, which Willas had to admit that he found unfair of her. Garlan was by no means unintelligent, and he was asking legitimate questions that had to be asked, but Olenna was an impatient woman who had never suffered it well, being questioned in her long and eventful life.

"According to my people Jon Targaryen or Aenar as his mother wanted to call him, has proof that Rhaegar married his Lyanna, and he has a letter from Elia stating that she approved of the marriage." Their grandmother said impatiently with irritation in her tone. But Willas had a feeling that the irritation wasn't at Garlan.

Ever since Willas could remember their grandmother had always spouted on and on about the oddness of the Targaryens and he had a feeling that it was because of the betrothal that had fallen through between her and Daeron Targaryen, the fourth son of Aegon the fifth.

While Olenna always said that she hadn't wanted the match, Willas had a feeling that she wasn't being entirely truthful about the matter.

She stated too often and too loudly that she had been the one to truly had ended the betrothal and that made the warning bells in Willas´s head start to ring loudly.

His grandmother brought Willas out of his thoughts again as she spoke to Garlan. "And this Aegon had done nothing but to undermine his own argument by bringing the Golden company to Westeros and ignoring Dorne, the land of his supposed mother, where he would have gotten support if he really was the son of Elia Martell."

Garlan sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I didn't know that this Jon had proof of his parentage and when you put it in context like that, it seems oblivious."

There was silence for a moment before Garlan spoke again. "What do you intend to do then? If we cannot support our sister to be the Queen?"

Willas could see that Olenna wanted to throw her cup at Garlan´s head as he boney finger´s clenched around the cup. "And what makes you think that Margaery won't be Queen? Humm?!" Willas could feel dread rise in his stomach, he had a feeling that this would turn to be another scheme to make Margaery into a Queen.

Ever since she had been a little girl, their grandmother and father had been grooming her to become the Queen, that was one of the great ambitions of their family to have their blood one day sit on the iron throne.

Some of the members of house Tyrell felt that they were looked down upon as they didn't have the long line of nobility as many of the other houses, as the Tyrells had been stewards of the Gardener kings before Aegon´s conquest.

"Grandmother," Willas began. "do you intend to offer Jon Targaryen, Margaery´s hand in marriage in exchange for support?" Willas could see the dread in Garlan´s eyes at his question.

Margaery was already married to this Aegon and their marriage had been consummated, so she wouldn't exactly be as an attractive option to this Jon Targaryen as she might have been, and the young man might take offence if they demanded that he should marry Margaery, who was no longer a virgin in exchange for their support.

Olenna huffed and took another sip of her wine. "Humm, you think me so dumb as too demand something of a man with four dragons? No, Willas." She placed the cup back on the table before fixing her eyes on him. "Margaery will become a widow soon enough I am sure, young men die at war all the time, and then she will be free to marry again, but one never knows that when we meet this son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, that he might be charmed by our lovely Margaery and will want her for his Queen."

Willas closed his eyes in expiration at her words. "And what does she know about charming dragons?" He asked her, letting her hear his irritation at her and her schemes.

Olenna huffed again. "One man is just like any other, this northern Targaryen will not be hard for her to charm, especially when Margaery was so kind to little Sansa Stark." She was grinning like a cat at her own intelligence and foresight to have been kind to a girl who had been held hostage by the Lannisters.

Willas glanced at Garlan and he could see the exhaustion on his face, but their meeting was interrupted by the maester.

They could hear the sound of chains long before they saw him come running to them, and he seemed out of breath and his cheeks were red. "My lords, my lady I have news." He said as he tried to get a hold on his breathing.

"Well, spit it out man." Their grandmother demanded.

Willas could now see the terrified glint in the older man´s eyes. "There has been an attack on the Shield Islands, and they fear that the attackers may go on to eventually attack Oldtown."

They all stared at the man. "Who attacked them?" Willas asked and he couldn't hide the surprise and anger in his tone.

"It was Euron Greyjoy."

JON

He was standing on a hill, overlooking the small wooden town of Barrowton, it was built on a hill called the great barrow and it was surrounding the castle of Barrowhall. The town itself wasn't large and neither was the castle, but it was the last stronghold of resistance against him in the north, and therefore Jon needed to take it.

Over the town and castle flew the banner of lady Dustin, it had a spiked crown on top of the crossed long axes of house Dustin and the golden horse head of her father, the late lord Ryswell.

Even from this distance he could hear the calls and yells from the town as they observed the army of more than twenty-five thousand at their gates and the two large dragons fly overhead, roaring and playing in the air.

Twenty thousand knights of the Vale had followed him south from Winterfell, and five thousand northern men who had been a part of the army taking back Winterfell, and around five hundred freefolk that had wanted to follow him to war.

Many of the freefolk that had followed him south, had been there when he had stepped out of the funeral pyre with the dragons, and now they believed him to be blessed by the old gods.

Jon had decided not to argue about being blessed by the old gods, as he needed all the help, he could get to take the Iron Throne and unite the seven kingdoms.

Jon glanced to his side where Ghost was standing beside him and looking to the town as well, like he was observing prey before he decided if he was going to attack or not. Jon placed his hand on the head of his oldest living friend, and gave him a pat, which made the white wolf wag his tail like a pup in happiness.

Jon was glad that Ghost and the dragons were getting along so well as they had been doing ever since he had stepped out of the pyre those months ago. At first Jon had been afraid that Ghost wouldn't like them, but his fears had been proven unfounded, as the large white direwolf had taken a shine to both the smaller dragons and the larger ones, and they to him.

"Your grace." As Jon heard Ser Brynden´s gruff voice, the king turned around to look at the older man. His wife´s grand uncle had taken it upon himself along with Edric Strong from the Stormlands, to make sure that there were always guards stationed around Jon for his protection. Jon glanced at the two guards that were standing like statues in their Targaryen northern armor, that were guarding him in case anything should happen. "Your tent is ready, and the lords have gathered in the command tent."

Jon nodded and they headed to the command tent, where they could discuss the next course of action. He was sure that some of the more angry and eager lords would want to burn down the castle and lady Dustin with it, but Jon wasn't eager to do that, as it was most likely would be filled with innocents who had nothing to do with any of this.

As Jon and the blackfish walked over to the command tent, Ghost followed them silently like a pale shadow, ever intent on keeping Jon safe.

The command tent was the largest of all the tents and it was very close to Jon´s own tent, that was black with the roaring red three headed dragon of house Targaryen.

Even after seeing the proof of his parentage with his own eyes in White Harbor, he was still getting used to the fact that he was now a part of house Targaryen. But he was glad that he was, he had gotten a lot that he wouldn't have gotten otherwise.

He had gotten a new cousin in Shireen, and even though the Stark siblings were now his cousins, he loved them like siblings; well, all except Sansa, he loved her, but it wasn't like a brother loved a sister.

These past days on the road to war had made him miss Sansa and their family that was now in Winterfell, and he had grown to realize on the way south that he indeed loved Sansa, he wasn't sure that he was in love with her, but Jon was sure that it was only a matter of time until he was.

He missed her so much and all he wanted to do was to hop on Rhaegal´s back and fly to Winterfell to see her. But he knew that he couldn't do that, he owed it to the men to travel with them and help to keep their spirits up.

Jon and Ser Brynden entered the tent, to see that all the lords had already entered and were waiting for them. Even Tormund was there drinking ale with a grin on his face as he was talking to Edric Strong.

Tormund had insisted on coming with them to lead the freefolk that had traveled south with the army, while Val was leading the freefolk in the gift.

Jon could see that the red headed freefolk´s leader was making the lords of the north like him, despite the fact that their people had been enemies for thousands of years. Jon could see that the Flint of the mountain clans and the Liddle and the Wull were trying their hardest not to laugh at his jokes and antics, but it was clear that they were failing, especially when Tormund started on about his love for Ser Brienne.

Jon sat down on one of the chairs by the large table that had been placed in the middle of the tent, and Satin hurried to hand him a mug of ale which Jon took gratefully.

"Has the crate been made secure?" Jon asked his friend and steward. The young man nodded at Jon, confirming that the crate holding the proof that they needed of the army of the dead.

As Jon took his seat, the others hurriedly took their seats as well, Jon spotted Lady Maege Mormont sitting down beside Tormund. The Freefolk admired the lady of bear island greatly for as she was the leader of her people which they knew was rare for a woman to do, south of the wall.

"So, king crow, are we doing the same thing as in Winterfell?" Tormund asked as he took a swing of ale then slammed the mug to the table, Jon could see that some of the froth had stayed on the fiery red bread.

"No, we don't have the element of surprise with Rhaegal and Viserion as in the battle for Winterfell." Jon replied as he rubbed his breaded chin.

He could hear the murmur of agreement from the lords gathered around the table.

Then lord Royce spoke up. "Well, we cannot just burn the town and the castle to the ground," He turned to Jon and he could see the uncertainty in his eyes, but the lord of Runestone knew that Jon didn't want to start burning castles and towns if he could help it. "We could start building siege weapons." The lord of Runestone suggested, and Jon could see that many of the lord were agreeing with them.

Jon glanced at the red headed freefolk leader as he asked how they would do that, as the man had never seen siege weapons in action, when he had an idea that could work, but it would take nerves of steel for those involved.

"My lords," Jon said as he looked over the assembled lords. "I think that we should start on building the siege weapons, but we should also send lady Dustin word that we want to discuss the terms of her surrender."

Jon could see that most of the lords seemed happy that he would be planning for both situations, much to his relief, as he needed them on his side. If Jon could help it there would be no blood spilled, but he had a feeling that lady Dustin wouldn't give up without a fight.

But he could see that Ser Lyn Corbray wasn't looking very happy with his decision.

"Your grace," The tall brunet shook his hair out of his face as he addressed Jon, and the second son of Rhaegar Targaryen could see the dislike in Ser Lyn´s eyes as the man looked at him. "Are you sure that it is wise to enter into talks with that woman? Wouldn't it be better if we just attack now?"

Jon could see the irritated look that Ser Brynden and lord Royce shot the younger man, it was clear to Jon that the older men didn't like Ser Lyn.

"We will start by trying to negotiate their surrender." Jon said in a firm voice as he stared down the Corbray heir.

The man opened his mouth to protest but lord Redfort´s heir jabbed the man in his side to silence him. Even though Ser Lyn took the hint and quieted down, he could see that the Corbray heir wasn't happy with having to be quiet.

Jon could feel that the meeting would be a long one.

ARYA

She knew that she wasn't a long way from the Twins, but it would still take her some time to reach the place where her mother and older brother had been brutally murdered. Her horse had gotten spooked an hour ago by something and bolted into the forest and she was sure that she would never see the horse again, so it would take her a longer time than normally to reach her destination.

Arya adjusted her belt where she kept her sword, Needle. She loved that sword; it had been given by her by her brother Jon.

No matter the rumors that she had first heard in the inn at Maidenpool and then heard ever since as she had started her journey up to the Twins, that Jon was the trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and her aunt Lyanna Stark, Jon was still her big brother who had always made time for her and comforted her when she needed it.

She trekked through the forest, with her head filled with thoughts about the rumors that she had heard, and she was still having a hard time believing them, it seemed so strange to think of Jon as the rightful king of the seven kingdoms, and having four dragons.

But Arya knew that Jon had dreamed of being a trueborn Stark all his life, and if anyone deserved to find out that they were a secret prince, it was her brother Jon who had always been so kind to her when they were growing up.

The people at the inn had said that he had been crowned king by the northern lords, which Arya found strange, as the northern lords hated the Targaryens after what Aerys had done to her uncle Brandon and her grandfather Rickard, and how Rhaegar had kidnapped her aunt Lyanna.

But if what they said that Jon was the trueborn son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, had the prince of Dragonstone really kidnapped her? or had they runaway together?

Arya´s father had told her that Lyanna had been promised to Robert Baratheon when she had disappeared, so Arya didn't really blame her if she had runaway, as the Stag king had been revolting and no self-respecting woman would want to marry that.

But Arya was glad that at least that Sansa had found Jon and together they were trying to get Winterfell back from the Boltons. Arya couldn't help but to wonder what Sansa was like now, she could remember hearing her sister´s anguished screams when Joffrey had ordered their father´s head to be cut off.

Arya couldn't imagine that Sansa would have loved that prat after that, Arya had also heard rumors that Sansa had a hand in Joffrey´s death and that she had turned to a bat and flown away after the murder.

That rumor made Arya laugh as she pictured Sansa laugh evilly and turn into a bat after killing Joffrey.

But she hoped that they were both alright, as they were the last family that she had in this world. She resolved to walk faster to reach the Twins as fast as she could, after that she would be heading north to find her family, Cersei could wait until Arya had met Jon and Sansa again.

It was then she heard a snap of a twig. She spun around, dragging Needle from her belt and pointed the sword at whatever had made the noise.

Arya felt her heart jump into her throat as she saw what had made the noise, it was a grey wolf that stood between two trees and stared at her with his amber eyes, while snarling at her.

But she didn't have a long time to think as another wolf appeared from the trees, then another and another. A dozen wolfs stood there snarling at her with their eyes flashing, and she couldn't help but to find it strange that this may be the way she would die, being ripped apart by wolfs, oh the irony, she thought to herself.

As she thought that, the voice of her dancing master echoed through her skull, what do you say to the god of death?

No today.

She gripped the hilt of her beloved Needle and took up the stance, if she would have to go down, she would take some of them with her.

Then she saw it, out of the shadow of the trees a much bigger from appeared. Dark grey with golden eyes and much bigger than she had seen her last, when Arya had chased her away to save her life, but she recognized her immediately.

Nymeria stepped out of the shadows and Arya felt the dread flee from her. Arya lowered her sword and placed it back in her belt as the large direwolf continued closer to her, not once taking her eyes of her.

Arya had been having dreams of Nymeria since she had gotten her all those years ago, and even though Arya had left her here in the Riverlands when they had been going to King´s landing, they hadn't stopped. Arya had dreamt of hunting with the other direwolfs when they had been pups, and then the pack of their smaller grey cousins all through the Riverlands.

"Nymeria." Arya whispered softly as the dark grey direwolf approached her, and the large creature gave a soft whine in return. Arya held out her hand and Nymeria closed the distance between them and sniffed at her outstretched hand.

Then the large direwolf started to waggle her tail in happiness and came even closer and started to lick her face, making Arya laugh and throw her arms around Nymeria´s neck and bury her face in her grey fur.

It was a long time since Arya had felt so happy, in fact the last time she had felt true happiness was when Jon had given her Needle, those years ago.

After hugging Nymeria close to her for a while she leaned back, and she could see that the other wolfs had stopped their snarling and were now just staring at them and waiting with curiosity written all over the canine faces.

Arya turned her grey eyes back to Nymeria. "I am going back home, girl." Arya rubbed the direwolf´s chin as she spoke to her. "Do you want to come with me?"

Arya hoped with all her heart that Nymeria would come with her, in these short moments Arya had felt more like her old self than she had since her father had been killed.

The only reply Arya got from her friend was a lick on the cheek, and as Arya laughed again, feeling the ruff wolf´s tongue on her skin, she knew that she had her answer.