Viserys

Leaning up against the weirwood tree in Winterfell's godswood, he rubbed the head of the cream colored dragon that had once been the egg his sister found in Winterfell's crypts.

They hadn't really discussed it, had not spoken about it. All they had really done was run from the ruins of the building he found her in and hid in the Godswood. Leaving through the front gates with four dragons wouldn't have been a good idea, so for now, they would hide here.

Dany was receiving love from her three other dragons as well while sitting next to him against the tree that the Starks prayed to. She was still covered in ash, but he had rubbed some of it from her face and found rags to cover her with. She could clean herself off in the pond that was in front of them, but he didn't blame her for wanting to instead stay with the dragons.

His own dragon soon nestled in his lap, and he calmly rubbed his hand over the scaly creature, smiling at it. In the stories his father and Maester Aemon's books told him, dragons were seen as fierce and powerful creatures that could burn down the entire world. But laying in his arms, he saw his own and the other three dragons were extraordinarily beautiful and adorable creatures.

"Aersion" Viserys said as he finally spoke for the first time since telling his sister they needed to run and hide. Mostly that was because he still was a little awestruck and full of uncertainty.

"What?" his sister asked him as she finally moved her attention from the dragons.

"His name," Viserys replied as he continued to pet the dragon in his lap. "Aersion, for our father." Their father may have been a bad person, but he wasn't a bad father, at least not to him.

Viserys could still remember the days when they would walk through the throne room, and his father would give him a sweet whenever he guessed the names of the deceased dragons correctly. They would start with Baelorian, and work their way through Vhagar, Caraxes, Syrax, Sunfyre, and many more until ending on the last dragon, that never had a name.

Viserys had named the last dragon skull Aersion, for his father. That was one of the few times he could recall his father ever having laughed or praising him. Perhaps he was too young, but he never saw any madness in his father, rather he saw a good king that loved him, and would do anything for him.

"Rhaegal" his sister replied as she named the green dragon nestled in her arms. "For our brother, who could not be here to witness this."

Viserys smiled at her, knowing their brother was likely smiling at them from the grave. Rhaegar probably would have been in as much disbelief as he was, and Viserys wished their brother could be here to help them reclaim their throne.

With the dragons returned, all they would have to do was wait until they grew large enough, and then they could take back their homeland. But for now, after almost losing her, Viserys main focus was on his sister.

"How did you survive...the fire, the rubble, you should be…" There was just no logical sense to how his sister survived, how she did not burn, and how the dragons had returned. Summerhall had claimed many lives when trying to hatch dragon eggs, so how a small section of Winterfell's castle burning and claiming the lives of a few Stark men was different he just couldn't understand.

Daenerys stopped moving her free hand over the black and red dragon, and at first didn't know how to answer. "I just...I don't know." she looked at him, their violet and lilac eyes locking. "I didn't burn, and when the wall connecting our rooms collapsed, yours was already collapsed, so I went there to avoid getting crushed, and brought the eggs with me and held them close."

So in truth, neither of them knew. He supposed it helped him understand why she wasn't crushed, but to not have burned...or the dragons hatching...some things were just beyond their understanding he supposed.

"If I had lost you," he said after a brief pause. "Dany, you and I are the last of our family. Without you...after all I've lost…" the anxiety of almost losing her came, and he sounded emotional. "I wouldn't be able to carry on alone."

It seemed he had triggered her emotions as well, because after saying that she wrapped her arms around him and they hugged each other in a warm, tight embrace. "I don't know what i'd do without you, Dany," Viserys told her as they hugged.

"I don't know what I'd do without you either, Vis." his sister replied, hugging him tighter. They stayed like that for a while, in silence, minus the dragons screeching, and then the sound of approaching footsteps.

Viserys and Daenerys looked up to see the eyes of lord Eddard Stark staring back at them.

Jaime

"No," He said to his lord father as he sat at his desk in his chambers. For the past ten years he had put off this conversation as long as possible, but it seemed his lord father had put it off for too long.

"You say that as if you had a choice." his father replied as he sat across him, with a serious face. "For ten years I have let you play commander in this city, and for ten years i've been telling you this was coming."

Jaime rolled his eyes, "I'm sure it can wait another ten." he said as he fiddled with his fingers. "Old Walder Frey just had a child a few months ago, and he's-"

"Walder Frey is a disgusting old man, and you're a Lannister." His father replied, having not found his jape amusing. "King Robert set you free from the Kingsgaurd so you could marry-"

"I believe his grace could care less if I was married." Jaime in turn interrupted his father. "No, he dismissed me because I stood up for two innocent children that he wanted to murder. How would you have reacted if he killed me for that?"

His father stared at him, silent for but a moment. "You know well, what I would have done." Jaime sat back, as the famous words from the 'Rains of Castamere' played in his head.

Clearing his throat, his father turned from his serious face and revealed a letter. "Now, let us not continue an argument from years in the past." he laid the letter on the table in between the two of them.

Jaime eyed it, fearing he knew what it was. "I have no desire to have a lady wife." he informed his father for the hundredth, perhaps thousandth time. "Besides, Kings Landing is a dark and cruel place, not fit for highborn ladies who fancy noble knights and-"

"Well then I think his grace would be happy to relieve you of your station, and send you back to the Rock, for the benefit of your lady wife." his father retorted.

Perhaps he could have thought of a better excuse, but he wouldn't give his father the satisfaction of him admitting that. "So, who's the lucky lady that's 'worthy' to bear the name Lannister?" he asked his father as he looked at the parchment laid between them.

His father eyed him after hearing how Jaime worded it, but said nothing on it. "Lady Margaery of house Tyrell."

Jaime scoffed, and looked away at the wall. "She's a child." he reminded his father. He was in his late twenties, so to marry someone so much younger than him wasn't an idea he cherished.

His father of course did not see that as an excuse. "She is the daughter of Lord Mace Tyrell, lord Paramount of the Reach and lord of the wealthiest house in Westeros, second to us." Jaime rolled his eyes. "And, in the case of Lord Stark failing to control the Targaryen children, House Tyrell were loyal to Aerys during Robert's Rebellion. Should Viserys seek his crown, we would be wise to keep the Reach from allying with him."

Rolling his eyes, Jaime chuckled. "So that's what this is about, you're afraid that should the Targaryen prince declare himself king, the Tyrells will side with him."

Not acknowledging that last part, his father went on with the theoreticals. "Margaery is close in age with Viserys, lord Mace would likely demand a marriage pact. Then there is Martell, who would love nothing more than vengeance on us for what they believed transpired when my army sacked the city."

"Ah yes, just a misunderstanding." While he regretted not being with Elia and her children to protect them from Clegane, Jaime couldn't say he mourned the princess that much. It was Rhaegar, and his children he mourned, for he had sworn to his friend that he would protect his children with his life. "Clegane acted completely on his own." he remarked sarcastically.

Tywin glared at him for a moment, "As I said, what they believe transpired." he said in a tone that would make most men nervous, but not Jaime. "And as I was saying, there are also house Greyjoy, with their heir now being raised with the prince, and the heir to the North, who Viserys could have an influence over

If Viserys was anything like Rhaegar, which Jaime highly doubted, then Viserys probably would get past his hate for the Starks and would side with them and the Greyjoys and the others his father was naming. "With house Stark comes house Tully and the Riverlands. This would leave the Vale, the Stormlands, and the West alone to defend the throne from Viserys."

Jaime nodded, knowing that if such a thing would happen, or were even possible, then they were fucked. "Unless we joined with them, I already promised lord Stark-"

"It doesn't matter what you promised lord Stark." his father interrupted as he gave Jaime the look he wore when someone was being an idiot. "This is a Targaryen, spawn of the Mad King." he paused. "You would be foolish to believe he would ignore his fathers murder and how our house sacked the city."

That could be true, but the Targaryen boy might also recall who it was that helped save his life. Stark helped, but it was Jaime who stood up for them first. "But even then, the chance that Viserys gets any support besides Dorne is highly unlikely, and even they may not do anything with the other six kingdoms against them."

Jaime supposed he agreed, it was unlikely, and a match with the Tyrells would make the support for the Targaryen cause dwindle in size. "Have the Tyrells even agreed to this union?" He was hoping for a no, but his father wouldn't have brought this up if there was a chance of refusal.

"They have." His fathers words didn't help his cause much. "I spoke with lord Mace about it when we were at war with the Greyjoys, and he refused at first, wanting to betroth his daughter to Joffrey, but after Robert refused, the lord of Highgarden accepted my offer."

Confused, Jaime tilted his head. "If this was a year ago, then why are you only telling me now?"

Tywin cleared his throat. "As you said, she is young." his father stood up from his seat. "I was planning on telling you when we could begin preparations for the wedding, and with the Tyrell girl closer to her childbearing years, that time draws near."

Yes, bearing a child, that was all his father wanted, an heir for his heir. Little did his father know that Jaime already had two sons, and a daughter, not that he paid much attention to them.

However, should he marry, that would cause issues for his relationship with Cersei. He loved her, and she loved him. Marrying a Tyrell girl would mean he'd have to either cease his intimacy with Cersei, or dishonor Margaery and be as unfaithful as Robert, though better in the sense that it would be with only one woman.

"I'm still going to have to refuse." Jaime again responded. In a way, he was sparing two women heartbreak by saying no. "Find someone else, or better yet, don't."

His father stared at him, getting annoyed, until he nodded. "Very well."

Jaime tilted his head, "What?"

His father again nodded, and sat down and adjusted himself in his seat. "You don't have to marry the Tyrell girl." he paused before grabbing a pen and some ink. "Instead, I can request to the king that you return to Casterly Rock. you will resume your duties there as my son and heir, you will learn what is needed to be Warden of the West."

Jaime scoffed, knowing he should have expected that response. "You can't dismiss me, I serve on the kings council, and I'm commander of the City Watch."

Tywin nodded, "That you are, and it is good for our family name to have someone serving on the kings council. However, your sister is already the queen, and Robert is becoming in debt to our house with his tourneys and whoring, and Jon Arryn will no doubt counsel him to do as I ask."

Bringing the parchment closer to him and preparing to write with the quill, Tywin waited. "So, shall I write the request to the king and his lord Hand?"

Sometimes having the most powerful man in the kingdoms as your father wasn't all it was cracked up to be. "I'll marry her," he consented. "But not until she turns fifteen, I'm not bedding a child."

His father of course smiled, and gave a nod, having emerged victorious. "You will wed her when she turns fourteen, you can bed her whenever you like so long as she produces a child bearing the name Lannister."

Shrugging, Jaime consented. "As you command, father." He just hoped he could find a way to stay with Cersei after this.

Eddard

Not long ago, he had gone to the Godswood to pray, as he had when Jon got sick, or when Viserys ran off, and this morning for both his wards. It shocked him to find both his wards there, and now, As he stood, pacing in his chambers, the doors barred so they would not be disturbed, Ned couldn't even find words to describe what he was thinking.

It wasn't possible, there was no reasonable explanation, yet somehow it was true. Sitting down in the chairs across his desk were Viserys, and somehow Daenerys was there.

She was in the fire, the Targaryen girl by all rights should not have survived. Yet here she was, unburnt, having received only a few bruises and scrapes from the rubble, and her body covered in black soot.

And then in both the children's hands were dragons, four of them, newly hatched. Somehow they got dragon eggs, and somehow they kept it secret from him for gods know how long.

When he finally sat down, he knew these questions needed to be answered. And then they needed to discuss what would happen moving forward. "What happened last night?" he asked Daenerys after she fed her blue dragon a piece of the breakfast Ned had brought them.

His ward looked up at him after her dragon nibbled on the meat. "I can't explain it." somehow Ned figured that would be her answer. "I woke up to screaming outside my door, and then fire and smoke came. The flames didn't hurt me."

Ned gave her all his attention then. "There have been many Targaryens in history killed by fire," he informed them as he looked at the cream colored dragon perched on VIserys shoulder, staring back at him. "And many failed attempts to resurrect dragons."

Viserys nodded, annoyed "Yes, we know. I already asked her every question you're thinking of." Targaryen remarked. "We don't understand it either."

Upon hearing that, Ned supposed it would be pointless to ask some of the questions that needed answers. However, there were still a few he knew they would answer. "Alright then, but what of the dragons? Where did they hatch from?"

Viserys squinted at him before looking at Daenerys. The girl hesitated, but soon spoke up. "I...both me and-"

"Dany and I went into the crypts together before I left for the wall." Viserys interrupted, preventing his sister from finishing her sentence. "We hid them in our rooms after, and told no one." The Targaryen boy looked at his sister, and gave her a nod.

Daenerys looked at her brother for a moment, before turning to Ned and giving him a nod. "Yes, we hid them in our rooms. Dragons are a symbol of our house after all."

That was true, only now that symbol was once again breathing. It was clear in the way they worded the story that they had kept something secret, and he wanted all the answers he could get. "What are you keeping secret from me?" he asked, putting on a serious face. "I will have the truth this instant."

Viserys looked at his sister, and sighed. "It was Aemon," Viserys confessed. " They were in one of the chests he let me bring from the wall."

That was more believable, and more likely to have happened. "Is this true, Daenerys?" the girl looked up at him briefly, and nodded.

Letting out a deep breath, Eddard was pleased to have gotten that out of the way. "Now then, what are we to do with these dragons?" By rights they were the Targaryens, however, them having dragons would result in the absolute certainty that Viserys would use them to overthrow Robert.

He was no fool, the acquisition of four newly hatched dragons would cause the kingdoms to rally behind the Targaryens out of fear for what the Conqueror had done almost three hundred years ago.

Or, if word got out, Robert would investigate, and the dragons would be slaughtered with the children within the year. There was no way his grace would allow dragons to live, let alone serve the very children he wanted dead.

Clearing his throat, Viserys stood up and set the green dragon that had been nestled in his arms down on the table. "We don't have much other choice lord Stark," the boy began, and Ned knew where he was heading. "You call the banners, request aid from Dorne and the Reach, and with the return of the ancient power of my family, we will restore the house of the dragon to its former glory."

Sighing, Ned shook his head and glanced at the red dragon crawling around on the table. He knew there was only one way to prevent war, and that would involve disposing of the dragons.

He hated himself for considering it, given that they were newly born, and that they were innocent creatures. However, if Robert found out about them, or his wards trained them to conquer, then war was inevitable.

So Ned shook his head, looking back at his ward. "I will not go to war with my oldest friend unless there is no other option." he paused. "And after what your father did, I assure you boy, the North will never kneel before a Targaryen again."

Viserys' face turned blank from the victorious one he had been wearing. It wasn't entirely true however, for the North would likely follow one Targaryen, a dragon with the blood of the North, Jon. It was his nephew that held the higher claim regardless, so if it came to war, Jon would wear the crown before Viserys, and he hoped that would never happen.

"What of Skagos?" Daenerys asked, mentioning the northern island for some reason. Both Viserys and Ned dropped their gaze at each other and looked at her confused. "The dragons, they could grow on Skagos."

Ned hadn't really considered Skagos, in fact he was actually considering Greywater Watch, but he had lost contact with Howland years ago, having never received replies from the ravens he sent to his old friend.

"Where?" Viserys asked, clearly not remembering the Northern island from Maester Luwins lessons.

"It's an island in the east, and it lies beside the Wall." Ned figured Luwin would be impressed with the young girl, for not many Northerners paid much thought to the Skagosi. "Its cut off with most of Westeros, it would be perfect, and we could live-"

"Daenerys," he had to stop her before she went too far with this idea. Twas true, nobody paid any mind to Skagos, especially southerners. Besides, there had been rumors of a dragon living there for centuries. But unfortunately, "The people on Skagos are...from what we gather, let's just say they are far worse than the Wildlings north of the Wall."

Viserys seemed to agree with his disapproval. "Not to mention I almost froze to death at the Wall, ain't no way i'm going that far North again. Besides, the dragons would freeze."

Ned doubted the dragons would be that affected by the cold, they did breathe fire after all, or at least they would. "For now the dragons can stay here, with the two of you." he paused, his face turning serious. "No one must know of them, and I am serious about that. If one person talks of dragons, Robert will hear, and-"

"You will be forced to rebel and seat a Targaryen on the iron throne." Viserys interrupted with a smirk. "That's the only outcome, unless you let him kill us."

Eddard didn't want to have this conversation right now, rather he never did, so he didn't even acknowledge Viserys words. "I'm serious, both of you." he looked them both in the eye. "Swear this to me, that you will keep the dragons hidden, and quiet, until we know what to do with them."

Viserys rolled his eyes, whilst Daenerys gave him a slight nod. "I swear it, Lord Stark, on my mother."

A smile came over his face briefly, before he turned to Viserys. "And you Viserys, you must promise me that you will-"

"You have my word." The Targaryen promised after interrupting him. "But I want something in return, a promise." frowning, Ned waited to hear him speak. "If the usurper finds out, and it comes to war. It will be my claim you support, and you will seat me on the throne of my father."

That was a promise he couldn't keep, for he knew Viserys was only second in line to the throne. However, for the sake of them keeping the dragons a secret, he had to accept. "I will...support your true claim." he promised, though that true claim was Viserys being prince of dragonstone, and Jon's heir.

Taking his word for it, Viserys smiled and gave a nod. "Then I swear, I will be silent about the dragons."

Rising from his seat, Ned gave them a nod. "For the time being, you both will stay in the guest rooms until your rooms can be re-built." he gave them a dismissive nod, and Daenerys grabbed the baskets they had hidden the dragons in from the Godswood. She laid a blanket over it, and left the room with both the green dragon, and the red and black one.

Viserys rose to leave as well, hiding his own two dragons in a different basket. As the boy turned to leave, Ned stopped him. "Wait a moment."

The Targaryen glanced back at him, and Ned reached under his desk and pulled out a cloth wrapped around something that had been found in the fire. "You kept something else hidden from me as well, it seems."

Viserys walked over to him, and Ned unraveled the cloth, revealing a Valyrian steel blade. "It was found in the rubble, two men brought it to me." it wasn't hard to figure out what blade it was, for even with the handle having mostly melted, the winged hilt and that it likely came from Maester Aemon from the Wall made it clear the sword was Dark Sister, once wielded by Visenya Targaryen herself during Aegon's conquest.

Viserys reached for it, and felt the valyrian blade as it lay between them. "The dragons, my mothers crown, and now this." Viserys chuckled. "You must really trust me, Lord Stark."

It seemed he didn't have much choice at the moment. "I do, and that's why I'm going to let you train with it against Rodrick after it's repaired." the boy's eyes shot up at him, confused. "You're far to old to train with those boys, it's time you learned to train with live steel, and honor your family by doing so with this."

Moving his hands underneath the blade, he presented it to Viserys, who set the basket with the dragons down and stretched out his hands to hold it. "I..thank you, lord Stark."

A small smile formed on his face. That was perhaps the only time he had ever heard the boy say those words. "Just try not to harm anyone with it."

Viserys chuckled, and gripped the mostly melted handle with his left hand. He wouldn't be able to wield it like that, but once it was replaced, and the winged guard repaired, the sword would be good as new.

Robert

"Swing left boy" Robert yelled to his son and heir Joffrey, as the boy tried swinging his training sword against the Kingslayers.

His wife had insisted her brother train the boy, being he was a skilled swordsman and his son's uncle. Robert would have preferred it if the man was back at Casterly Rock, but after all the whoring and drinking he did, he supposed it was fair Cersei was somewhat pleased.

"Ahh!" Joffrey screamed in pain after getting hit in the leg by his uncle. "You hurt me!" he screamed like a child, even though he was one.

"It's nothing boy," he called to his whaling son. "Now pick the sword up and knock the golden haired cunt off his feet." he chuckled, though he knew that wouldn't happen.

Joffrey picked up the blade as he was told, and held it against his chest. "Try holding it like this, my prince." the Kingslayer advised as he used both hands and brought the sword back against his shoulder while aiming the blade at Joff.

For the next few minutes he watched his son and the Kingslayer spar, though they got nowhere as the boy was too much of a twat to do much. "Jaime, maybe go slower with him." his queen asked her brother as she watched the two train beside him.

Robert glanced at the woman, "God's woman, you're too soft with him." It was his beloved wife that was raising his son to be a pathetic twat. Sure, the boy's ninth name day was a moon ago, but Robert never bitched about getting hurt when playing with a sword.

Cersei shook her head slowly, "He's only a boy, Joff needs to learn slowly so he can-"

"What he needs is a pair of balls, woman." Robert cut her off saying. "I never whined if a piece of wood hit me." he scoffed. "Dare say it made me stronger, wanting to rip it from the bastard that hit me and shove it up his-"

"You're going too hard on me!" Joffrey screamed at his uncle after he fell to the floor, being struck down.

"I assure you, my prince, I'm going very easy on you." just the Kingslayer saying that made Robert feel more and more disappointed in the boy.

Standing up after realizing his flagon of ale was empty, he walked from his wife and the training yard back to the palace. "Where are you going?" his golden haired queen asked him. "Joff needs your support."

Robert shook his head and kept walking. "What he needs is balls, not you mothering him all the damn time." In truth he would teach the boy himself, but he was far too busy, and the boy wasn't worth his time.

As he walked through the halls of the red keep, his master of coin appeared and spoke to him. "Your grace," he bowed his head. "I have heard news from Winterfell."

Robert supposed he needed something to brighten his mood. "So it's done then, the dragonspawn are dead?"

When Baelish hesitated, he knew the answer was a big fucking no. "I hired a man to burn their section of the castle down in the middle of the night. It seems they were not there then, so all it did was claim the lives of a few Stark men."

Robert scoffed, "So you failed me then." gods, what was he thinking, trusting some random person to carry out his dirty work. Huffing, he turned and kept walking to the kitchens to get more ale.

Baelish followed, "another opportunity may present itself your grace," the twat led on. "Just give me more time and-"

"You know what ill give you, a bruised face if you don't fuck off." Baelish had failed him, and if he tried again then it was more likely that Ned would figure something was going on. It maybe was for the best that he just wait for the Dragonspawn to fuck up, then he could kill them the old fashioned way, by burying his war hammer into their skulls.

A/N: I'm thinking next chapter will be a few months before the start of the main series, so everyone will be the age they were in season 1. Sorry for the wait, but I hope the two chapters were worth it. Next chapter won't take as long...hopefully.