I would like to thank everyone for their support and it has meant the world to me to to know how many people have encouraged me to continue after Father of Dragons got stolen again. I know some of you have been asking if i could post where the story is so that you can report it, and i have decided to do that.
The story was posted on Wattpad and the pen name is azazazei and the story is Padre de dragones, and it is translated into spanish. All i want is for the story to be taken down, and for this whole matter to be over with.

JON

Jon shook his curly dark hair out of his face as they rode on to Queenscrown, they were almost back home from the new Freefolk settlement that was a few hours ride out of the town that had clustered around the old tower keep.

The settlement of Freefolk wasn't large, and it mostly had women and children, but there were sometimes disputes that had to be settled, that the current leaders couldn't solve, so Jon had to go and settle them himself.

As the horses trotted down the King´s road, Jon rubbed his eyebrows, as he glanced to the west where the sun was setting behind the Western mountains. Maybe he would have time to take a nap before he sneaked out to meet Algernon, Earendil and Illyrion tonight.

Thinking for the three dragons made Jon smile involuntarily, and he tried his best to stop so that the guards wouldn't think that he was losing his mind.

Ser Allyn was riding beside him, as he kept an eye on the large fields that stretched on as the eye could see on either side of the King´s road. The fields were filled with barley, wheat and rye and many other green vegetables that they had been growing for the last five years now to a great result.

His captain of the guards sighed. "I cannot wait until we get back, so I can kick back with Dragon-water in front of the fire while reading little Ned a story." Jon smiled at the man, shortly after coming to Queenscrown the man had gotten married and he now had a three-year-old son, whom he had named after the lord of Winterfell.

"Just don't drink too much Dragon-water, the last time you had too much, you decided to get married." Jon said with a smirk as the older knight snorted.

"Ah, and what a day that was." Ser Allyn looked blissfully into the distance. "I still cannot believe that my lovely Sylla agreed to marry me that day."

"I am surprised that you can actually remember that day." Jon said with his eyebrows going straight to his hairline. The day Ser Allyn had asked Sylla to marry him, had also been the day he had first had the now famous Dragon-water, and he had made the same mistake as many had and had drunk the amber liquid like one drank ale. It turned out that Dragon-water was much stronger than the Northern ale and at first it had resulted in some colorful incidents that many were still struggling to remember.

His words caused many of the guards to snicker but the man who had been knighted on the same day as Jon just grinned.

They talked as they rode south from the settlement to Queenscrown, and Jon could see the tall tower of the old keep rise in the distance, as the fields gave away to the growing apple trees, he felt glad that they were finally coming home.

The old tower had been the first thing that had been restored in the Gifts, but the town surrounding it had quickly sprung up around the tower keep and now it was a bustling town that was growing every day, where they made many things, including dyed wool that was made into fine yarns that they would sell at high prices at markets all round Westeros and Essos even.

They also made many things out of the leather they got from wild and domesticated animals, and they worked wood from the forests all around the Gifts, that they either made into things like furniture that would be sold at markets all around Westeros, or sent the lumber either to White Harbor or East watch by the sea, so that they could be made into ships, or sent off to Essos where it was sold off at a high price.

They had also built a large warehouse for the copper stills they used to make Dragon-water, and to house the wooden casks it was stored in until it was ready for drinking.

As they rode to the Tower keep that Queen Alysanne had once used, Jon had to admit that the tower was getting a little cramped, as it didn't only serve as his lordly seat, it also served as Wolkan´s research building, as well as his teaching headquarters, where he taught interested people how to heal and take care of the sick.

The former maester seemed to have a keen interest in the healing arts and was delighted in teaching others how to heal people. Jon was pretty sure that when he had offered Wolkan a place at Queenscrown, he had stuck gold, as the man had paid for his research materials and upkeep a hundred times over.

They rode through the wooden town, and when they arrived at the stables, Jon handed his horse to one of the stable hands and headed over the wooden bridge into the Tower to look over the letters that had likely arrived in his day long absence, and then hopefully take a nap.

As he sat down at his desk in his solar, he looked over the letters that were occupying his desk and insisting that he read them.

They were from all over Westeros, and a few from Essos as well, from buyers of the goods that they produced all around the Gifts.

Jon reached out and picked up one letter that had been sent from Dorne, telling him that they were ready to send another shipment of sand, which them would be made into glass by the Northerners so that they could build glass houses all around the Gift and at the castles on the wall.

As Jon was in the middle of reading the missive, there was a knock on the door and a girl entered with his dinner. "Milord." The girl curtsied and placed the trey on the corner of his desk.

The girl was none other than Gilly, she along with many of her sisters and fellow wives of Craster had decided to come to Queenscrown to seek safety and work, when Jeor Mormont had brought the man to justice at maester Aemon´s urging.

Jon of course had offered them all places here in Queenscrown, but some of them had elected to stay North of the Wall, as they had lived their whole life there and they wanted to spend the rest of their lives there as well.

"Your uncle Benjen has arrived and would like to talk to you." She said with one of her sweet smiles that showed her overbite.

Jon glanced up at her with surprise in his eyes, when on earth had the man arrived, as when Jon returned Benjen hadn't been there for he would have greeted him as Jon came back home.

"When on earth did he arrive?" Jon asked his friend.

"Just now, milord and he is asking if he can see you."

Jon smiled that his uncle had come from Castle Black to see him. "Aye, of course let him in, and could you bring him something to eat as well, I am sure that he is hungry after the journey here."

Gilly smiled and hurried to do his bidding. Benjen was the only one of his Stark family that he had seen for the last almost five years since he had left for Queenscrown, as the others were still so busy with the entire North, and they hadn´t been able to visit, and Jon being busy with the Gifts and helping the watch restore the castles that he hadn´t been able to go south to Winterfell.

When his uncle entered, Jon stood up and gave the man a hug in greeting. "Jon it is good to see you again." His said with a smile. "You are as tall as Ned and me now."

For the first time Jon noticed that it was indeed true that Jon stood at the exact high of his uncle Benjen, which for him was very strange indeed, as he had always been a few inches smaller than both his Stark uncles.

Jon had to stop himself from frowning at the man´s word in thought, it was strange that suddenly he was taller than he had been in his last life, but it wasn't that much difference, and he had bigger things to deal with, so he put the worries out of his mind.

Jon gestured for the man to sit down, as the Gilly entered with a trey filled with food for his uncle. Jon thanked her with a smile as she took her leave of them.

"What brings you to Queenscrown uncle?" Jon asked as he took a seat himself.

The man grinned at him. "Well there has been some news from beyond the Wall that the senior command wants you to know."

Jon sat straighter in his chair as he listened intently at his uncle. "There has been word from one of the Freefolk´s leaders, he and his people want to enter into negotiations, to be let south of the Wall."

This made Jon´s eyebrows rise to his hairline, while there were small Freefolk settlements around the Gift that lived mostly in peace with the Northerners, he hadn´t expected any of the Freefolk leaders to try to enter into negotiations, when in his last life Mance Rayder had just attacked the Wall to try to get through.

"Which leader of the Freefolk is it?" Jon asked as he rubbed his now bearded chin, as he had finally managed grow a decent beard again, even though it was not as good as the one he had spotted when the Northern lords had crowned him King in the North.

Benjen swallowed a piece of bread before he answered. "Tormund Giantsbane."

Jon stared at the man; Tormund wanted to negotiate to be allowed though the Wall? When Jon had first met the man, he hadn´t been the one for negotiating, and it hadn´t been until after Hardhome that they had started to trust one another and developed the friendship that they had shared.

Did this mean that Tormund remembered? Jon hoped that this was in fact true. He had missed his old friend, and it would make it easier to get the Freefolk on their side if he was advocating for peace between the Northerners and the Freefolk.

Benjen pulled him out of his thoughts once again. "He asked for you by name to attend the meeting." Benjen sent him a searching look before he continued. "And Jeor wants the same thing, as they would be living on your lands if we can all come to an agreement."

Jon nodded. "Of course, I will attend." Benjen smiled at him for a moment before he turned serious once again.

"There is something else you have to know Jon." The older man leaned a little forward and put his elbows on his knees. "More and more villages have been abandoned north of the Wall, and many of the Wildlings have been branding together behind Mance Rayder, and we fear that he may attack the Wall."

Yes, that was well within the realms of possibilities, as he had done the same thing before. "Uncle, you know that the North will stand behind you, and if I have to, I will take Algernon, Earendil and Illyrion and help you fight." But he hoped that it wouldn't come to that, by now Jeor Mormont knew that something strange was happening beyond the Wall, to make the Freefolk band together and start moving south, so there was hope for them to negotiate with the Freefolk.

The ranger of the watch smiled at him, and there was a glint in his eyes. "Aye, I know, but are you sure that it would be wise to take them out of hiding yet?"

There was worry in the man´s eyes as he asked, but Jon just sighed. "I won't be able to hide them for much longer, as they are getting so enormous, so I suppose that it doesn't really matter." Jon let out a laugh. "I am actually a little surprised that we have managed to hide them this long."

Now it was Benjen´s turn to look shocked. "Are they already too big to be hidden in the Western mountains?"

Jon nodded as his smiled turned into a tired look, and he grabbed two cups and pored a small quantity of Dragon-water into both containers and handed Benjen one of them.

"Aye, they soon have to come out of hiding."

His uncle took a sip of the amber liquid as Jon continued. "But that is not all." At his words Benjen sent him a curious look, and Jon stood up and walked to a locked chest that he kept by a large oak bookcase.

Jon pulled out a key and opened the chest and pulled out the object that he wanted to show his uncle. Benjen would be the first person who would know this, as he hadn´t wanted to put the information into a letter, fearing that word would get out.

When he placed the object on the table, Benjen chocked on his Dragon-water. "Jon, is that…?"

Jon nodded. "Aye, that is gold."

The lump of gold was a big as his fist, and it shone merrily in the light of the fire, as Benjen stared in wonder at the object. "Did you find it in the mountains?" The man asked as he picked up the lump to examine it.

"Aye, I had gone to the dragons, around four years ago to go on one of my midnight flights, and it was then I found a cave, and the walls were covered with gold." Jon took a sip of the Dragon-water and watched his uncle look over the rock.

"And you didn't say anything for four years?" The man asked in an astonished tone.

Jon snorted. "The gold is where the dragons are hiding, so until I bring them out of hiding, the gold cannot be mined, so there was no point in mentioning it."

Benjen handed Jon the lump and he went to place it back into the chest. "You are right, but I have to admit that I am surprised that no one has found the gold before you."

Jon sat back down in his chair. "I am not, the mountains are a hard terrain to travel though, and even if someone were to go there, the mouth of the cave is hard to locate, unless you are in the air."

Benjen looked thoughtful for a moment. "So, will you be starting to mine for the gold when you can bring the dragons out of hiding?"

Jon smiled and took another sip. "It will take years to start mining and for the mines to start turning profit, and when the dragons are not in hiding anymore, I will be fighting a war, so I think I will be a little busy."

But his uncle sent him a smile. "But you will be fighting a war with three dragons on your side, so that will make things easier."

Jon knew that his uncle was trying to see the bright side of things, but Jon knew better than anyone that dragons weren't invincible. "Dragons can be killed like anything else, uncle. And even if they couldn't be killed, they shouldn't be used to burn down castles and subjugate people."

His uncle said nothing and waited for Jon to continue. "Sure, they make fighting a war a lot easier, but one has to know when to use them, and when not too." He could still hear the screams of the people of King´s Landing when Daenerys had burned the city, even after all these years.

But Jon knew that he would have to use them in battle someday soon, because he knew that if he always refused to use them, it wouldn't matter if he had them or not, the lords would think him Aenys Targaryen come again, and think him weak, and a weak king was just as bad as a tyrannical one.

"I don't think that you are likely to burn down castles Jon." The man said with a smile on his face. "I think that you will do a good job, as the lord of the Seven kingdoms."

Jon hoped with all his being that he was right.

TORMUND

He trekked thought the snow and he heard his warriors followed him faithfully. They had an important mission to complete and every single one of them understood that they had to do this, no matter how ill they liked it.

He glanced at the spearwife beside him, who had only joined his people when he had killed the former leader of her former war band, Rattleshirt.

The young woman was Ygritte, with her fiery red hair and pretty blue eyes. He had to admit that he was glad that she had joined up with his clan and war party, as he wanted the girl to live this time around.

Tormund had to fight the urge to sigh, as he thought of his last life, and all the horror that had happened then. So naturally he had jumped at the chance to come back and help his friend Jon Snow, or rather Jon Targaryen as he had been told, to save the world yet again, and perhaps save more of his people than they could the last time around.

He watched as one of his scouts send him the signal to move, and then they attacked. His people rushed forward and Tormund had to admit that even though the enemy was small, they fought fiercely.

As Tormund fought, he could hear the rushing of the red leaves on the giant Weirwood tree that stood proudly on the high hill above them.

The children of the forest were nimble and fast, and one of them had managed to land a punch on his chin, but after a long and hard battle, the children had been subdued.

Tormund turned to Ygritte. "How many did we lose?"

The woman grimaced. "We lost seven and ten more are injured." He had expected more losses than this, but they had managed to sneak up on the children, as they hadn´t been expecting them.

He nodded and made his way into the cave, with many of his warriors following him. As they followed the tunnel, he could see pale roots sticking out of the walls that reminded him of gnarly bones.

After many long moments of walking they finally made it to the end of the tunnel and entered the cave directly under the large Weirwood tree. There it was, tangled in the pale roots of the Weirwood tree, like he was sitting on a throne.

The three eyed raven was glaring weakly at him with his cruel red eye, as the other eye had a root sticking out of it, and likely couldn't see anything at all.

The man was pale and skeletal, and dressed in rotted black clothing of the night´s watch, and his finely spun white and silver hair reached the floor of the cave.

The corpse man opened his mouth and tried to speak, but it was like the thing had forgotten how to utter any words. Tormund stared at the thing that had caused so much pain and horror. He remembered well how the thing that used his friend´s cousin as a vessel to become the leader of the kneelers and had sent Jon to join a dying order for doing the right thing.

As the thing opened his mouth again to say something, Tormund ignored it and followed the instructions that he had gotten from the fires of the red god, or the burning god, or whatever his name was again.

While he was grateful for the second chance that he had been given by the flaming god, and the instructions how to stop the thing that was now tangled in the roots of the Weirwood, he was still of the true North and the old gods.

The old ways were his ways until he was dead and gone, and no fiery god would change that.

Tormund walked behind the thing in the roots and knelt on the ground of the cave and started to dig with his hands.

"Firespeak, what are you doing?" Ever since he had come back with his memories, he had started to see visions in the flames, like Jon had told him that the red woman had received, and when his people found out they had added that name to his many other ones.

But he had to say that he still liked the name Giantsbane the best.

Tormund just grunted out an answer, he knew that it was hear somewhere, he had seen it. As he dug into the ground, he could hear the thing in the roots, grunt and whisper out, "Don´t." over and over again.

Then he found it, just like the fires had foretold.

The sword that he had dug up had a black hilt and the pommel was made in the likeness of golden flames, and the cross guard was in the same golden color like the pommel, but it was the blade itself that was the most impressive. The steel was just like Jon´s Longclaw in color and sharpness, but it was much smaller and slimmer, like it had been made for someone much smaller and skinnier, like a woman.

He walked back in front of the three eyed raven, and he smirked at the man, who was stuck in the tree. "Mine." He growled out in a low and weak voice.

"Harhar," He had to laugh at the thing that was glaring at him evilly. "We both know that that is not true."

He observed the thing for a few more moments, he wasn't anything alike he had been when he had been in Bran Stark´s body, this thing was more primitive that it had been in his last life, like it barely had any energy to move or talk.

"We should go Tormund." Ygritte spoke up and looked the three eyed raven in disgust and horror.

He tied the sword to his hips so that he wouldn't lose it. "Aye, we should." He looked at the thing in the tree for a moment. "Let's burn everything, and make sure nothing is left of this place."

The creature in the tree gasped. "No." in a low voice, as Tormund´s people got to work on ridding the world of the evil in the cave.

JON ARRYN

He was woken up by a knock on the door of his chamber and one of his guards calling him to wake up. "My lord hand, there has something happened, you are wanted in the small council chamber."

He could feel a lump in his throat as he dressed faster than he had ever before. Nothing good could come of being woken at the hour of the wolf and being called to the small council chamber in the dead of night.

He rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes, as he had gone to sleep a little later than he would have liked, as his four-year-old daughter Alys had having trouble sleeping.

The little blond-haired girl was the apple of his eye and had been since the moment she was born. There was no doubt in his mind that the girl was his child, as she was just like his sister, who he had named his daughter after.

After Lysa´s indiscretion, people had been surprised that he hadn´t made her join the silent sisters for her affair. But Jon didn't have the heart to do it. She had only been a sixteen-year old girl when she married him at Riverrun, and he had been a sixty-five-year-old man who had been looking for a fertile bride so that he could have sons.

It didn't excuse her by no means, but he just couldn't bring himself to force her to join the silent sisters.

So, he had offered her a choice, if she wanted to join the sisters of her own free choice and will, she would of course be allowed to do that.

Or she could be set aside and join her father at Riverrun and take the Tully name once again. when he had offered her this, his wife had pleaded and begged him for another chance, and she had promised to do everything he asked, if he just forgave her and gave her another change.

It seemed that the reality of the situation had been thrust in front of her eyes, that if she had been set aside and sent to her father, things wouldn't have been good for her, for if Hoster had been content to send a blameless child away, what would he have done if his daughter had turned up at his door?

So, he had decided to give her a one more chance, but it hadn´t been without it´s conditions. Lysa now had to be in the constant presence of two septas when she wasn't in his presence so that both he and the lords of the Vale could be assured of the paternity of any children that they had.

After that, she had fallen pregnant surprisingly quickly, especially when all the miscarriages she had suffered before Robert Waters had been conceived, were taken into consideration.

Could it be because she had been actively trying not to have his children? No, that couldn't be, she had been so devastated every time when she had lost a babe, and Lysa was many things, but she would never intentionally harm her own child.

He hurried out of his room as he made his way to the small council chamber, and when he finally entered the throne room, he could see bodies of Baratheon and Lannister men litter the floor as their lifeblood had been spilled all over the floor and he felt fear slither in his gut at the sight.

When he entered the small council chambers, he was stunned as he stared forward at the scene in front of him.

Robert was in a rage as grabbed a chair and threw it across the room in his anger, making the men inside the room do their best not to get hit.

"What is going on." Jon shouted over the ruckus that Robert was making, and the formally fit man turned to look at him with the fury of the Baratheons shining in his eyes and sweat running down his face at the effort it took to throw the massive fit he was having.

"The whore happened." This made Jon frown as he tried to figure out which whore the man was talking about, Robert had so many that it was hard to keep track of them all, especially now that the crown owned Baelish´s establishments, and Robert had just decided to keep them as he had grown fond of the coin they provided.

Robert grabbed one of the silver cups on the table, that were still standing, and filled it with wine and took a great swing of the contents. The table was red with spilled wine, as the man had most likely thrown something at the table, which had made the majority of the contents spill everywhere.

"What whore are you talking about, Robert?" Jon asked slowly like he was trying to calm a startled horse.

The other man frowned as he poured himself another cup. "My fucking wife, the whore Cersei." Jon glanced at the other man in the room, and he could see that while Mace Tyrell was startled and afraid, there was a happy glint in his eyes, but Grand maester Pycelle frowned at the man´s words.

"Queen Cersei is your wife, your grace, and the mother of your children, I do not think that it is a good idea to talk this way about her." The ancient man tried to reason with the King, but Jon still didn't know what had happened.

"THOSE BASTARDS ARE NO CHILDREN OF MINE." Robert shouted as he threw the cup, along with its contents at the old man, and it hit the man square in the face, spilling wine over his face and chest, and causing him to cradle it as he cried out in pain, while Robert bellowed. "ANOTHER CUP."

The lord of Highgarden rushed over with another cup for the King so that the man could have more wine.

But his words made Jon stare at the lord of the Seven Kingdoms, what had made the man think that the children weren't his, then it hit him like the cup had hit Pycelle.

Had the King walked in on his Queen having an affair?

"What exactly happened Robert? I need to know." But the man just took another swing of his new cup. Then his younger brother, Renly answered for him.

"There was a messenger that arrived this evening, telling my brother that the Queen was having an affair and the children weren't even his." Renly glanced at his brother who was drinking more wine, causing it to spill all over him and turning his tunic red with wine stains.

Renly then turned his blue eyes back to Jon as he continued. "We went to where the Queen was said to be meeting with her lover, with guard to see if we could catch her in the act." It was then when Jon spotted a victorious look on the man´s face, and it seemed that what had happened pleased the man greatly. "We spotted her with her brother, Jaime Lannister and then we arrested them, and took her son Joffrey, who they no doubt intended to inherit my brother´s throne after his death."

Jon could only stare at the man; the Queen had been having an affair with her brother? And the children had all been fathered by the Kingslayer?

But how the King had learned about the affair, reminded him of how he had learned of Lysa´s affair with Littlefinger, which made him look around for Varys, to see if he had anything to add to the conversation.

But he was nowhere to be found. "Where is Varys?" Jon asked the other men in the room with a confused frown on his face.

But Robert snorted. "The coward hasn't been spotted; he had most likely run away to hide under Tywin´s skirt."

"Wait, why would Varys go to Tywin Lannister?" Jon asked the man he had raised the best he could.

His question was followed by an awkward silence before Robert broke it again. "We cannot find the whore´s other to whelps anywhere, so Varys had most likely taken them to Tywin in hopes of the man protecting him."

Jon frowned at his words. "Why would Varys need to be protected?" He asked the King with a frown that seemed to be growing stuck to his face.

But now it was Stannis who answered. "The eunuch clearly kept the Queen´s secret from my brother, and now he intends to buy favor with Tywin by bringing him the children to Casterly Rock."

This logic made no sense to Jon, Varys had never seemed to like Tywin Lannister or any Lannister for that matter, so why would he side with Tywin now?

If Jon was a betting man, he would guess the reason he had disappeared from the city was because he knew that Robert would most likely kill him for not having told him about Cersei´s affair with her brother.

He knew that his foster son most likely would have killed the man, as he was the master of Whispers and hadn´t told him how his heir had been a bastard born of incest.

But that raised the question, why hadn´t Varys told anyone of the Queen´s infidelity?

"Not to mention that the eunuch hasn't had any luck locating Littlefinger or the books nor has he managed to get his assassins to kill Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen." Lord Renly said snidely.

Jon had been trying his best to dissuade Robert from killing the Targaryen children, but ever since Littlefinger and the books were in the wind, and with the North not paying taxes to the crown, Robert had started to grow more and more concerned with the security of his rule, and he would only grow even more insecure as now he had no son to inherit his throne.

Robert would never rest easy as long as someone with the name Targaryen was out there, just waiting to try to claim the throne.

Mace Tyrell opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Robert bellowed out for whomever to come in as he took another swing of wine to cool his anger.

Ser Arys Oakheart entered and there was confusion and fear on his comely face. As he bowed to Robert and the lords gathered in the small council chambers, Robert spoke up again. "Well where is Ser Barristan and the imp? Barristan needs to start looking for another kingsguard to replace Tywin´s not so pretty anymore spawn, and we need to find the imp, no matter what dingy tavern or brothel he is currently holed up in."

Jon stared at the man in front of him, was this the man he had raise all those years ago in the Vale alongside Ned? And what had the man done to Jaime Lannister, if Robert indeed intended to set Cersei aside, he would need a guarantee that Tywin wouldn't rise against him and if he harmed the Kingslayer, Tywin would raise a force to attack Robert.

"Robert," He said interrupting whatever Ser Arys had to say. "You cannot harm Ser Jaime, if Tywin finds out that you harmed his favorite son, he will rise against you."

"Damn Tywin Lannister and his pride," Robert spit out in anger. "Let him rise against me, and I will crush him, after the Targaryen scum, the damn lion will be child´s play." In his anger, the dark-haired man seemed to forget that he was no longer the warrior that he had been, and Tywin wasn't Aerys Targaryen, who was too lost in his madness to see reason.

Then the King of the Seven Kingdoms turned to Ser Arys once again. "Well, where the fuck is the old man? He has to find a replacement for the Kingslayer," Robert let out a laugh and took another swing of the wine. "he should enjoy that; Barristan was always harping on about how he should have traded the white cloak for a black one."

"Your grace," Ser Arys said in a shacky tone which in itself was unusual for the man. "We cannot locate Ser Barristan anywhere."

As everyone turned to look at the man, Jon could only wonder what on earth was going on.