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Edric and Robb stood in the middle of a circle of armed mercenaries, their weapons drawn and at the ready. They could feel the sweat rolling down their bodies but held still, waiting for the mercenaries to make their move. At some unspoken signal, they attacked all at once. Greywind's growls got louder and cut off suddenly as he lunged and ripped the throat out of the first man to come near him. Robb parried the first swing from his opponent before putting him on his back foot and followed it up with a cross body swing that cut his opponent in two. In that same amount of time, Greywind had dispatched two more and Edric was on his 10th man, dodging and swinging as he went, his lightsaber cutting through men methodically. Robb turned, avoiding a swing, and cut down another man. Within moments, it was over. Only one man remained, the leader of the group who was on his knees before them having lost his hands to Edric's blade.

"You were the leader, yes?"

The man grit his teeth in pain and anger. "Fuck you!"

"I see. Well then, there really is no more use for you." Edric drew back, preparing to end it.

"Wait, wait! Y-yes I am, was the leader!"

"Who sent you?"

"I c-can't. We do not release our contract information to anyone. Besides that, they will kill me if I talk!"
Edric laughed, a laugh the normally sounded cheery sounded deep and menacing. He knelt at the man's level. "I don't think that you quite understand your situation. You see, you are going to die today. How you die is what is at question here. You can either tell me what I want to know, and I will make your death quick. Or, you can refuse, and I can make your death as long and as painful as possible." The man was visibly shaking at this point. Edric shrugged. "It is your choice, friend. Make it quick as my patience is running thin."

Robb was shocked at the coldness that his friend was exuding. He understood it though. Edric had explained it to him on their journey. War was afoot and there was no time to be kind and warm. You cannot afford to be kind in a war. The man kneeling before them shook, his terror obvious. So obvious that Edric himself was having a difficult time not giving in to the temptation to latch onto that fear. He could feel the darkness within him badgering him to use it, Edric mentally shook himself out of his own head. With a sigh, he again raised his weapon. "Very well then."

That seemed to shock the man into speaking. "W-wait! Okay fine! I didn't get a name but it was a woman in red."

"A woman in red?"

"Y-yes. She had red hair. I think she may have been a priestess or something. All I know is that she wanted Robb Stark dead. She didn't give me a reason."

Edric considered the information for a moment. "Very well. I thank you for your eventual cooperation." And without another word he decapitated the man. Robb blinked at the quickness of the move, no hesitation in the action. Edric looked at him. "It had to be done, my lord. The person who hired him will surely be sending more men. So, we need to hurry."

Robb shook himself. "Of course, you're right. Let's move." And so, they continued on their search, looking for any sign of the presence of the Dragon Queen that they were looking for. "They say she's beautiful." Robb commented wryly.

"No doubt. The question is, is she sane?"

Robb frowned. "Father says that there have been no reports that prove otherwise."

Edric frowned under his mask. "When did you talk to him?"

"He spoke with me about her not long before we left."

"Ah I see. Still, best to be on guard."

"I agree, but you know how father is."

"That I do." Edric chuckled. Ned could be overly trusting sometimes.

They wandered the square until Edric spied a familiar figure watching them. He frowned. "What is Ser Barristan Selmy doing here?"

Robb looked on in surprise. The old man met Robb's gaze and nodded. He began to move towards him. Edric could sense no negative intentions from the man yet remained on his guard as they were approached. When the old knight made it to them, he allowed himself a small breath. "Ser Barristan the Bold. This is a surprise."

Ser Barristan smiled grimly. "Believe me when I tell you sir, I never thought that I'd be here either."

"What happened, if I may ask?" Robb asked curiously.

"Let's walk and I'll tell you on the way to the queen." As they started to move off, Edric spread his senses around to make sure that they were not being followed, while listening to the conversation. "After your father and sister escaped, the so-called king and his mother felt that I was too old for my duties. They sent me into retirement." The man still looked quite angry about the whole thing. "I've been on the Kingsguard since before that woman was born! The oath is for life and that brat seeks to make a mockery of it!"

Robb nodded. "I can understand your frustration. They have no honor."

"Not even a sliver of it my Lord. The boy has had men killed for little reason aside from being unable to find your father and sister. He's mad."

"Father said that he's the product of incest between Cersei and her brother."

"Aye. I've suspected as much since the boy was born. Robert was far too uninterested for it to matter though. The boy looks nothing like Robert! He's a Lannister through and through."

Robb set his mouth into a grim line. "We cannot allow a Lannister to seat that throne."

Ser Barristan smiled at Robb. "I'm glad that we agree on that. I assume that you are here on your father's behalf?"

Robb smiled back. "Partially. I'll explain things when we get where we're going."

Ser Barristan nodded. "It's not far from here. Your father is as honorable as they come." Edric rolled his eyes at that. While this was true, it was what everyone said about the Quiet Wolf, that he was honorable. They'd have done nothing had Joffrey taken his head though. He didn't blame Ser Barristan of course; the man had been doing his duty. Though, Edric wondered if Ser Barristan would have ever left without being dismissed.

"Of course, I must say that I am glad that the little prick forced me into retirement. It allowed me to seek out a true ruler to serve. I've served bad kings for so long; it'd be nice to serve under someone who is good and just." The old man smiled gently. "She reminds me of her older brother, Rhaegar."

Robb nodded. He would have to disillusion her to the notion of claiming the throne for herself. He saw that as the main challenge here. He hoped that knowing that she had family would soften the blow for her. He was anxious to meet her though as the old knight took them to a building that was plain on the outside but decorated well on the inside. They made their way to a sitting room where the lady herself was waiting. The moment Robb laid eyes upon her, he was struck by her beauty and grace. He swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat and approached the last of the Targaryens.

"My lady." He bowed his head. She did not seem the least bit impressed. "Lord Stark." Her response was cold. Robb could not help the small smile that formed then. She raised her brows at that so Robb decided it was best to get down to business. "I am here, partially on behalf of my father, and partially on behalf of a man I've called my brother for as long as I can remember." She frowned at his words.

"To start, my father wanted to apologize on his behalf for being unable to save your niece and nephew at the end of the rebellion. To this day, it remains one of his greatest regrets about that whole bloody affair."

She blinked at that then. "I-thank you Lord Stark. And I know, thanks to Ser Barristan, that your father had no part in that horrid affair and that he did all he could to stop the Usurper from sending assassins to kill me. If you are here to support my claim to the Iron Throne, then I am more than willing to forgive and forget the past."

Robb took a breath. He knew that this next part would be the most difficult. "We are supporting a Targaryen, my lady. However, it is not you we wish to seat upon that ugly chair, but your last living nephew." He took out a small box that had been beneath his cloak and presented it to her. "Within this box, contains several documents that outline the marriage between your brother, Rhaegar, and my aunt, Lyanna Stark. They also contain proof of the birth of a son, originally named Jaehaerys Targaryen, but called Jon Stark in order to hide him from Robert Baratheon. He is who we support, and we are hoping that you will do the same."

Edric smiled beneath his mask. Robb had done a fantastic job at presenting their case to the princess. Now, it was up to her to accept. Suddenly, a loud screech resounded and what looked like a large, flying lizard flew by, followed by two smaller ones. So, those are the dragons? They circled once before landing next to their mother, who fondly greeted them. "These are my children." She told them. Greywind looked at the newcomers warily, mirroring his master who, admirably, had not even flinched when the dragons arrived. Daenerys looked a little impressed at them and continued studying the documents for a few moments more before she sighed. "I had always been told that he kidnapped and raped Lyanna. From what Ser Barristan has said though, that never seemed to be within my brother's character but the madness that has so devastated my family had taken him as well? Now, I have proof that he was sane and that he didn't kidnap anyone." She seemed happy at that. "So, my nephew would claim his birthright then?"

Robb nodded. "Aye, reluctantly. He only seeks it now because he knows that the Lannisters have to be deposed in order for the realms to live in peace."

"I see." Daenerys murmured. "So, am I to just step aside and let my nephew have the throne then?" She asked lightly. "He has the stronger claim, to be sure. But it is difficult to go from thinking of the throne as your birthright, to allowing someone else to have the throne simply because he is a male and is the son of the previous heir." She looked at Robb curiously.

"Were it possible, Jon would gladly give you the throne. But the people will not accept anything less than the legal heir. If we lived in a better, kinder world, then you would, no doubt, have been a great queen."

Daenerys nodded, a small smile on her face. "Very well Lord Stark. I will support my nephew's claim. However, I would request that Ser Jorah be given clemency and be allowed to accompany me, he is one of my most trusted advisors."

Robb considered for a moment. "Alright. I'll have to speak with Jon to be sure, but I am confident that he will agree to pardon Ser Jorah."

Daenerys smiled at that, though Jorah looked wary at Robb. "Good. There is just one last thing I need to do. I refuse to come to my nephew without my own army to add to his own. I meet with Kraznys tomorrow morning to complete the purchase of an army of Unsullied soldiers."

True to her word, the next morning found them all on the side as a man dressed in a robe of sorts took control of one of Daenerys's dragons as he handed her a whip with a golden handle, encrusted with jewels. The dragon, Drogon, screamed for his mother as she turned to face her new army.

Riverrun…

Ned frowned at the news that the scouts had brought them. Renly has declared himself king and was camped out at Bitterbridge with the power of the Reach and half of the Stormlands at his back. Ned scratched his chin thoughtfully. If they could strike an alliance with Renly, then there was no way the Lannisters would be able to stand against them. Another bit of news spoke of Stannis and his new found devotion to a red priestess and her god. Ned's frown deepened at that. It was troubling news. He had always thought Stannis to be level headed and practical. This, however, did not seem practical. The report detailed a ritual of sorts where the effigies of the Seven were burned. Ned himself worshipped the Old Gods but he would never dream of doing something like this. If he were willing to go this far, then how far was Stannis really willing to go? It was a question that worried Ned as Theon entered his makeshift solar. Ned looked up from the report, gesturing for Theon to close the door.

"You wanted to see me, my lord?"

Ned nodded. "Please Theon, sit." As Theon sat, Ned gathered his thoughts on why he had called the lad there in the first place. Earlier in the morning, someone had suggested that they send Theon to parlay with Balon Greyjoy. Ned knew that wouldn't work because Balon was not interested in peace. "About earlier, I didn't refuse because I thought you to be incapable. I refused because I knew that your father would never ally himself with us. I am the one, after all, who crushed his rebellion. He has wanted revenge for that for years. All he would do is try to take you down with him and I couldn't bear to see that. You've been like a son to me Theon and I couldn't risk him doing something drastic."

Theon blinked at those words. Lord Sark had always been good and kind to him. He never treated him like a ward and, aside from Jon, he had always had a close relationship with all of the Stark children. But even Jon was thawing towards him and they were able to banter back and forth now. "Robb is like a brother to me, my lord, and you have always been kind to me. I barely remember anything about Pyke, to be honest. I barely remember my mother or my sister and I remember nothing about my father. Winterfell has been home to me for as long as I can really remember. If that never changes, I won't complain."

Ned smiled at that. "That's good to hear. After this is over, we should look into marrying you off somewhere, give you your own land and holdings. Then again, we may have to deal with Balon anyway so you may end up ruling the Iron Islands at some point. We'll have to wait and see. Now then, I want you to head to the yard and show some of those archers how to bloody shoot an arrow." With a grin and a "Yes my lord", Theon turned and left. With a sigh, Ned got up to go check on the supplies to make sure that they had enough should they need to march.

Astapor…

There was smoke everywhere. It filled his nostrils and burnt his eyes, making them water. Daenerys did not like slavery and she did not like dealing with slave masters. Robb understood the sentiment. The man had seemed foul and, according to the translator who now served her, he was also a very crude and demanding man. Now he was dead along with all of the slave masters in the city. Daenerys had declared the Unsullied a free people, giving them the choice on whether or not they wanted to serve in her army. Of course, they all remained with her. Now Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah were herding them all towards the docks to board ships for Westeros. However, as they neared, they saw many more ships docking, all bearing the sigil of The Golden Company mercenary group. Robb frowned, keeping his hand on the hilt of his sword while Daenerys looked on in curiosity.

As the lead ship docked, the gangplank was lowered and down walked a man in golden armor. He had long, greying hair, though there were spots that showed that it had once been red. He had a red beard with spots of white in it and his face was lined and hard. Ser Barristan took one look at him before his face lit up in recognition. "Jon Cunnington?"

The man grinned then. "Ser Barristan, you old dog! A mutual friend of ours had told me that you were here, serving the Princess." He then turned to Daenerys. "My lady." He bowed at the waist. "I served your father as Hand to the King and your brother was a close friend of mine." He then turned his eyes to Robb. "Lord Stark, I presume." It was the tone that made Edric tense, though he knew that the man had no ill intentions. Greywind, on the other hand, had no such intuition and immediately began a low, rumbling growl that warned of pain to come. Robb, however, stood his ground and returned the man's glare with one of his own. Suddenly, the man's glare was replaced with a grin. "You are every bit as impressive as your father was in his youth!"

Everyone relaxed then before Daenerys spoke up. "So, to what do we owe this pleasure?"

Jon straightened himself up and went down to his knee. "I am here to pledge the Golden Company to your service, my lady, and to the service of your nephew, Rhaegar's only living son."

Later…

They sailed away from Astapor, quickly making their way back to Westeros. The Unsullied had been split up to sail along with the Golden Company on several of their ships, keeping a wary eye on the elephants, of course. Daenerys and her advisors, which now included Grey Worm, the new commander of the Unsullied, along with Robb, Edric, and Greywind who still had a wary eye on the two commanders of the Golden Company, Jon Cunnington and a man named Harry Strickland, all sailed on the lead ship which was now headed for Westeros. "Our army is far too large to be able to sneak back through the Bay of Crabs." Robb advised.

Jon nodded in agreement. "He's right my lady. It is too close to King's Landing to escape their notice, plus the bay itself is narrow. I'm unsure that our ships would all fit."

"Then where do we land?" Daenerys asked with a frown.

"I'll send a raven to my father as well as to White Harbor. It will be a bit of a trek but far less noticeable. The Manderlys will be happy to welcome us." Everyone seemed to be in agreement with that plan.

Jon motioned for Daenerys's attention. "I have something here for you, my lady." He pulled a sword and scabbard from a storage cabinet and placed it in her hands. "This was entrusted to me by your brother the last time I saw him. I am unsure as to where he got it from. But he had meant for his daughter to eventually wield it. However, since that is no longer possible, I believe that he would want you to have Dark Sister."

Daenerys was in awe as she looked at the Valerian steel blade before replacing it within its scabbard. She looked at Jon. "Thank you so much for this." Her smile was a little watery but no one dared say anything. She turned to Robb. "Would you be willing to teach me how to use it?"

Robb blinked. He was sure that Ser Barristan was far more capable and, with a glance and a nod from the man, Robb confirmed that he would help. "I'd be happy to Dany." He wasn't sure why he had called her that, but the way she smiled at him afterwards told him that it was ok for him to do so.

With their plans set, they all hunkered down for the journey North.

Kings Landing…

Tyrion sighed in abject irritation. His father had been there for less than a week and had already taken control. Jaime had been told, in no uncertain terms, that he would go to Casterly Rock and gather the remainder of their army and then march out to protect the Crownlands. Tywin himself had been named Hand to the King but was prepared to go to war himself. As usual, Tywin often ignored him, though he did agree that Tyrion could keep the Rock running while Jaime was fighting. Cersei had been beside herself with rage which often meant that there would be more headaches in store for Tyrion. With yet another exasperated sigh, he downed another glass of wine before pouring himself another. They were due to leave tomorrow and Tyrion couldn't wait to get the shit heap known as King's Landing behind him.

The door to his chambers opened and the perfume told him who it was before they even spoke. "Lord Varys, the Spider. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" He and the spymaster had a cordial relationship. Varys was unreadable most times and Tyrion couldn't get a handle on what the man wanted. Said eunuch made his way to Tyrion's side, looking out the window over the city.

"It really is an ugly city isn't it?" Tyrion blinked, not expecting the question to begin with. "Oh, I suppose it's alright as far as cities go, but the problem with cities this size is that they rarely are able to groom themselves and when the monarch sitting on the throne refuses to take pride in his or her city, then the city shall go to waste, literally." Varys looked down at Tyrion with a look that one could almost call regret. "You would have made a fine Hand of the King, my Lord."

Tyrion could only blink for a moment, deciding to put his wine down so that it wouldn't spill. "My father knows the job. The kingdom practically prospered the last time he was Hand."

Varys nodded. "Yes, that's true. But your father doesn't care about the people. You do, my lord."

Tyrion snorted at that. "Yes well, we'll never know for sure how well I would have done now will we." It was more of a statement, rather than a question, as Tyrion went to pick his goblet of wine back up before Varys replied.

"Not under this king, no we probably won't."

Tyrion paused a moment before answering. "Is there going to be a new king soon? I must have missed that memo."

Varys showed a ghost of a smile then. "My little birds tell me that the North is gathering its forces. Thirty thousand men sit ready at Riverrun and are about to be joined by even more. Robb Stark just secured an alliance with Daenerys Targaryen and her three dragons."

Tyrion snorted. "Dragons who aren't any bigger than cats at this point."

"True. But she has ten thousand Unsullied and the Golden Company just swore their allegiance to her as well. That's a total of thirty thousand men and that's not including the war elephants and horses that they will bring with them. So now, the numbers have swelled up to over sixty thousand men and their animals as well."

Tyrion closed his eyes. "And that's not even discussing Renly and his one hundred thousand men. Then there is Stannis with a few thousand and a navy to boot."

Varys nodded. "Perhaps you will get lucky, and your enemies will kill each other off."

"You don't think that will happen?"

Varys shrugged. "It's possible, I suppose. However, Stannis doesn't have the men and Renly lacks the experience. Ned Stark is highly experienced at war and Northerners are notoriously difficult. They say that one Northerner is worth ten men from the South. Don't forget, it was the North and the Riverlands, led by Ned Stark, who saved Robert Baratheon."

"Then why have they just been sitting in the Riverlands waiting? Are they waiting on this Targaryen girl? Are they going to crown her queen?"

"I don't have an answer for that, yet." Oh yes you do Spider. You just aren't telling me. Tyrion thought to himself. "However, what I can tell you, is that Rhaegar wasn't mad." And with that, Varys turned and left a confused Tyrion staring after him. What in the seven hells is that supposed to mean?

The next day, as they rode away from a glaring Cersei and a stoic Tywin, Tyrion glanced at his brother, who seemed subdued. "What has you all down trodden brother? We're finally leaving this shit-stained city!"

Jaime snorted. "Not everything about King's Landing was bad little brother."

"Perhaps not, but most of it was. I'll finally be away from our wonderful sister who hates my guts, and my torture loving nephew, though I do feel for Tommen and Myrcella. They don't deserve to have to put up with him. I don't know how you two did it, but you managed to make two perfectly wonderful children!"

"Would you shut up!" Jaime hissed. "Anyone could hear you say that!"

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Yes, but most of them already knew about you two anyway. Besides, you are starting off fresh now, brother! A brand-new start awaits us!" Jaime could only roll his eyes at his overly enthusiastic brother as they plod on towards Casterly Rock.

A month later…

Finally, after a month of being on a ship, Robb was disembarking from the lead ship of the Golden Company's armada of ships. He popped his neck and stretched as he stepped foot onto one of the docks of White Harbor. He turned and held out a hand to Daenerys as she approached to bottom of the ramp. She smiled and took his hand, stepping onto the dock. "I must say, it is good to be on dry land again."

Robb smiled. "It most certainly is. Now we get everyone formed up and mounted and we will be off to Riverrun."

Daenerys smile shrank a little. "I am a little anxious about meeting your father after what my own father did to his family."

"Father knows not to blame the child for the sins of the father. He will love you." Robb stated seriously.

"You had better hope so, if your plan is to work." She teased him.

Robb waved that away. "It'll be fine. I am sure of it."

At that, a man could be seen running towards them. "Ah, Lord Manderly."

"Lord Stark! It is so good to see you back! I got your raven and I have mounts ready for you and my men are at your disposal. Are you certain that I can't persuade you to stay a night?"

"I'm afraid not my lord Manderly. I'd like to get on the road to Riverrun."

"Understandable my lord. Although there are some concerns. I have reports of Iron Born raiding villages."

"Oh?" Robb frowned.

"Of course, they won't dare go near any keeps thanks to the men that you and your father ordered to remain at each keep to protect them, but the surrounding villages are being attacked. They have been spotted as far north as Torrhen's Square."

"I see. We will have to deal with that before we march south then. We can't leave the Iron Born behind us. Have you sent this report to my father?"

"I have my lord, just this morning."

Robb nodded as Cunnington walked up. He turned and explained the situation to the commander who frowned. Dany looked pensive for a moment before she spoke. "We should head them off at Torrhen's Square then. I doubt that they will have the gall to go into the Riverlands with the Northern army waiting for them. I think that we cut them off up North and then we start moving south, slowly boxing them in."

Edric nodded. "My lord, you could send a raven to lady Stark and let her know what's going on and to have her put the garrison on alert."

Robb nodded and got to work on that raven along with a raven to update his father. Within hours, Robb was leading them north, his face set into a grim line at the work he was about to have to do. Greywind was at his side along with Daenerys and Edric. Let the work begin.

Hey guys, here is another chapter for you guys to munch on! Things are starting to heat up finally. Next chapter we'll do a little time skip and also take a look at Wall. Let me know what you guys think of this chapter and do not be afraid to criticize! Enjoy!