*For those who don't lemon there is some in the first pov, it's marked so you can skip it if you wish*

The Riverlands 3 BC.

Visenya.

The wolf was an incredible thing to look at. It was as large as a horse with fur as white as snow and eyes so red they were unnerving. Looking on as Aemon and it rolled around on the ground was both frightening and amusing at the same time, as it was clear that if it wished to, then it could end the man beneath it in mere moments. Listening to the sounds of laughter that came from Aemon's mouth showed that he felt he was in no danger whatsoever though and while the wolf made no sound at all, it was clear that it too was having just as much fun.

After they'd dealt with the Northmen, they'd taken to the sky and had flown until night had fallen. Once again it was the Riverlands that they rested in, though this time it was closer to the Isle of Faces and by the banks of the God's Eye that they had landed at. She'd watched as Aemon and the white wolf had climbed down from the green dragon's back and had reached for her sword when she'd seen the wolf tackle Aemon and take him to the ground. Before she'd had a chance to move to offer whatever help she could though, she'd heard the laughter and since then she'd stood watching as the two played together and got reacquainted.

Seeing the full smile on Aemon's face as he and the wolf finally stopped their play, hearing the sound of his laughter as it rang out and then watching as he knelt down and wrapped his arms around the wolf, all stirred a piece of her heart she'd feared lost. It was a feeling she was becoming more and more used to since Aemon had arrived. One that she welcomed and wished for more of and when he looked from the wolf to her and smiled that same full smile, she offered up her own in return.

"Forgive me Visenya, I'd not truly believed I'd ever see him again." Aemon said rising to his feet.

"He's an amazing beast." she said softly as she watched Aemon's hand softly stroke the wolf's fur.

"Ghost is a Direwolf, my truest friend."

Her own laugh rang out as the wolf's long tongue licked Aemon's hand at the sound of his words and then her breath stilled as both it and Aemon moved towards her.

"He'll not harm you, I swear it." Aemon said and then nervously she moved to the white wolf, her hand surprisingly not trembling as it reached out and touched the fur and she felt the giant beast lean into her touch.

Never before had she felt anything as soft as the white fur. Not even one of Rhaenys' softest dresses could compare and when she felt the tongue lick her hand, she laughed once again. Direwolves were not something she knew much about and certainly not something she'd ever expected to see. In her lessons many years earlier, she remembered tales of them being vicious and ferocious and yet the one beside her seemed anything but. Still, she had no doubt it could be if it so wished and as she looked from it to Aemon, she wondered if he was the reason it was not. Was it the wolf itself? Or the man who looked at them both with a look that sent a flutter to her stomach that was the reason for the wolf's calmness? She knew not, though were she to wager then she'd say it was only because of Aemon that Ghost was so relaxed around her and was he to wish it or the wolf to be near someone who he considered a danger, then he'd be just like Vhagar, lethal and deadly.

"Go feed boy." Aemon said after a few moments and she watched as the white wolf looked from her to Aemon and back before it moved slowly at first and then as swiftly as anything she'd ever seen and was gone in the blink of an eye.

Ghost had moved so suddenly and so quietly that she for a moment began to doubt that he'd even been there at all, only for Aemon to move to her and offer up some history on himself and the wolf.

"He's a mute, at one point the was the runt of the litter and so on the day we found them, he was almost missed. I don't know if it was the work of the Old Gods or not, though I like to think it was they that led me to him but from the moment I held him in my arms I knew that he and I belonged together." Aemon said and she could hear the fondness in his voice as he spoke "Not until I met Rhaegal did I feel that way again." he added sadly.

The smile he offered her before he moved to set up a fire was one she'd come to recognize more and more. It was a sad smile, not one without humor or affection but one that she'd begun to name as his recollection smile. Usually, when he spoke of his own past or his family or friends, that smile would be certain to appear and it was so unlike the ones he'd had on his face just a few moments earlier that for the first time, she felt a little sad too.

She watched as he set the fire and then moved to the water, his sword was in his hand and there was some splashing down as he caught a fish on its tip before repeating the process. Soon enough the smell of the fish cooking brought a rumble to her stomach, which was thankfully drowned out by Vhagar taking flight. By the time the fish was cooked, her dragon had returned and Visenya looked on in amazement as the bronze dragon laid a charred elk in front of Rhaegal and the green dragon began to eat. It was as she was eating the fish, which tasted delicious, that Ghost returned with his fur bloodstained and she feared he'd been injured.

"His hunt was successful as was Vhagar's own" Aemon said upon noticing her concern.

"As was yours too, Aemon." she said with a smirk as she ate another piece of the fish and heard him chuckle.

"Aye, it was."

Ghost moved to the water and she heard the sound of his tongue hitting it as he drank and then the splash when he jumped into it to clean his fur. She caught Aemon looking at both the wolf and her as she did the same. When he was clean, Ghost climbed out of the water and moved to where Aemon sat and she was soon laughing loudly as the white wolf shook the water from its fur and covered Aemon in it. Aemon's own laughter showed that he bore the wolf no ill will for doing so and once it was dry and Aemon was not, Ghost lay down and was asleep in moments. Despite the contentment and good humor that she felt, Aemon's words back while they were in the North began to eat at her and she knew she'd get no rest without getting them clarified.

"You said that it started with me." she said catching Aemon by surprise.

"I did?" Aemon asked.

"Back before we dealt with the Northmen." she said and Aemon nodded.

"I…I know not should I tell you the tale, Visenya. I wish not to, though we don't always get what we wish for do we?"

"No, we don't." she said firmly.

"I misspoke some. Succession and all that comes with it, that starts with you, but mayhap the true start is what happens in Dorne."

"Dorne?"

"Aye, I told you that dragons aren't invulnerable. The truth of that starts in Dorne, near a place called Hellholt. There your sister and her dragon both fall to a scorpion bolt." Aemon said and she laughed as she shook her head, the mere thought that such a thing could happen seeming unbelievable to her.

It was seeing that Aemon wasn't laughing and he was wearing that same look he got on his face when he spoke of his own losses that stopped her and made her think he was truly telling the truth, and once she did so, her ire was he then was raised.

"I'll fucking burn Hellholt to the ground! Dorne will feel Vhagar and mine own fury! They'll not take my sister from me, on that you can be certain!" she proclaimed as she rose to her feet.

"No, they'll not." Aemon said determinedly and she turned to look at him curiously "I know not why I've been sent here, but one thing I'll ensure doesn't happen is that. On that, you have my vow."

She nodded and then reluctantly took her seat again, her blood was still boiling and her anger begging to be released. It took her a few moments to calm down and think more clearly and when she did, she was even more confused.

"How does that lead to me being the cause…"

"Because your son will be who you seek crowned and the loss of your sister and her dragon will seek you to make him strong first and foremost." Aemon interrupted his voice full of regret.

"If what you say about Dorne is true.." she held her hand up when Aemon went to speak "Which I believe. Then why would my son being strong, be an issue?" she added ignoring the sad look Aemon gave her.

"Strength without compassion isn't strength, it's tyranny." Aemon said "Your son will be known by many names, Visenya. The Abomination on the Iron Throne, The Cruel. He'll be a tyrant, do terrible things, usurp his own nephew and treat his many wives with little respect, no kindness, and cause them much pain because of his own failings. He'll become a Kinslayer and there is naught more cursed than such a man. Mayhap the curse of our House starts with Maegor and yet…"

"It starts with me." she said as she rose to her feet and moved from the fire.

She barely heard the soft apology from Aemon as she walked to the edge of the lake, the words almost lost in the wind amidst the turmoil that she felt over what she'd learned. What came first, the loud angered shout or the tears, she wouldn't be able to tell later, but the feel of strong arms moving her and the sound of her muffled sobs as she was held by those arms was something she'd think on long after this night. As was the feel of those lips when she hungrily kissed them and sought the comfort that she so desperately needed.

*Lemon Begins*

Her hunger was matched by his own, their lips, tongues, and hands all fighting each other for control, and she both cursed the armor they both wore and welcomed the relief she felt when Aemon began to untie it from her. His own was somewhat easier for her to remove or mayhap her fingers were just more agile and soon enough they were dressed only in the clothing they wore under their armor and the feel of each other's bodies was far more true.

They'd stopped kissing only once or twice and were she able to think more clearly, then she'd mayhap have worried that calmer heads would prevail. Yet when she looked into Aemon's eyes, she saw only the hunger and desire he had for her and it enflamed her own even more. By the time they fell to the ground, it was no longer comfort from the words that Aemon had spoken that was driving either of them. Instead, it was lust for each other, a need for physical pleasure, and each touch, each kiss, each caress only strengthened that need.

Aemon's body was firmer than Aegon's, his muscles forged more in battle than her husband's were and she felt them coiled and ready beneath her fingers. Try as she might to concentrate and enjoy that feeling though, soon enough it was another feeling that took over all her senses. Rough fingers caressed her breast and she felt her nipple harden under their touch. A wave of pleasure went straight from them to between her legs that only intensified when the fingers were replaced by the warmth of Aemon's mouth and the feel of his tongue as it licked her breast and then the nipple itself.

Her own hands and mouth weren't idle either. She'd managed to get Aemon's britches untied and though a part of her longed to reach down between his legs and to seek out his hardness, it was behind him and his firm arse that her fingers and nails dug into. She pulled him tightly against her and was certain she felt his manhood through his britches and brushing up against her stomach. Something she was even more certain of when she pulled his britches down and exposed his arse to the world.

"Visenya…Visenya…"

The muffled sound of Aemon's words didn't allow for her to know whether it was reluctance or desire that they were spoken with and so she was thankful that his actions showed her the truth. He'd opened her shirt completely and while he kissed and licked one breast, his fingers caressed and stroked the other. Visenya gasped loudly when she felt him switch and swap targets. She almost cried out at the loss of his mouth on one breast, and then did when she felt his tongue and lips on the other.

Unable to stop herself any longer, she moved her own hands from his arse and around to his front, sliding them between his legs and feeling the warmth of his hard cock as it brushed against her wrist. It was long, hard, and thick and her fingers could barely wrap around it. Though it was the sound that came from Aemon when they did so that brought her as much pleasure as finally holding it in her hand did. As she then stroked her hand up and down its length, that sound only grew louder and she heard him call out her name once more.

"Visenya…"

This time there was no doubt that it was purely pleasure causing that response and so she began to move her hand even more quickly. She heard him moan, felt his hands leave her breasts, and move to slow her own, and then to her surprise, she felt him stiffen and cry out as his seed spilled over her hand and against her stomach. Whether it was that it had been so very long since anyone had touched him or simply the excitement she had raised in him, was unclear. Soon though as she felt his length soften, she felt a sense of disappointment come over her. It was not one that was to last long.

She looked up to see him looking down at her, his eyes alight and burning with a fire that she'd never seen directed at her before. When she and Aegon lay together it was perfunctory, an act of necessity rather than one of pleasure, and the feelings that he invoked in her and she in him, were far different than how she felt now or how Aemon seemed to be feeling. The smile Aemon gave her was blinding, even more true than the one he'd shared with her earlier, and then she felt his lips on hers once more.

It was soft at first, then harder and hungrier, and then he began to move to other parts of her to kiss. She felt him kiss her cheek as she closed her eyes, the sweep of his lips as they kissed her ear and neck and made her shiver slightly. Then it was her chest, her breasts once again and she moaned as he spent some time working on both of her nipples. The cold air when he left them to move to kiss down her stomach made them even harder and she opened her eyes to see him move her legs apart and begin to kiss her hips and then her thighs.

"Aemon?" she asked huskily, unsure what his intent was.

"Shusshhhh." he mumbled and then she felt something she'd never felt before.

The warmth of his breath on her sex almost brought her over the edge, the feel of his tongue as it swept over it did. She cried out her climax and was shocked both by its suddenness and its intensity. Then even more so when she felt another building up again. Aemon feasted on her sex, his mouth, his tongue, and even his teeth gently nipping at her as he did things to her that no one had ever done and that she'd not even known was possible. She felt the rise as she climbed yet another peak and the delicious fall as she was taken over the edge again and again. Each one was just as intense as the one previous and her hunger for another was never quite diminished.

All good things must come to an end though and after only the gods knew how long, Aemon stopped doing what he'd been doing and moved up her body, kissing each part of her that he passed until he was face to face with her yet again. Once more she saw that fire in his eyes and that smile on his face that she was sure was on her own and then she felt his hard cock as he brushed it against her sex and she nodded eagerly. He entered her slowly and allowed her to get used to the size of him. Yet there was no need to and she felt no discomfort. If anything, he seemed to fit her perfectly and as she looked up at him, she saw a look of surprise on his face before it was soon replaced by that hunger once again.

Slowly he began to thrust inside of her, his movements calm and controlled until they were very much not. Whether it was her legs wrapping around him, her hands pulling him into her, or his own need, mattered not. All she knew or cared about was that he had quickened his pace and once more she began to climb that peak this time she almost sought the fall and hoped beyond hope that he fell with her.

They called out each other's names and then cried out even louder as each wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm them. She began to push up against him as he pushed down against her and she felt their bodies crash together as they coupled. When she felt his hand move down between them, she looked at him in confusion and then cried out at the sensation as his fingers somehow found her nub and began to move against it. As she felt her climax build and knew it was close, she forced her eyes open to find that his own had not closed as she had believed. Instead, he was staring intensely at her face, then deeply into her eyes and mayhap even into her very soul itself and it was that. It was the feel of him as he tightened and gave in to his own climax and the fact that she had never felt as she did right then, that brought about her fall.

"AEMONNNNN"!" she cried out as her pleasure shook her body to its very core.

"VISENYAAAAAA!"

Then she was lost to the darkness, her eyes closed and her breathing taking some time to come back to normal and when she opened her eyes it was to find Aemon looking down at her with worry and something else in his expression.

*Lemon Ends*

Later as they dressed and things got awkward between them, she wondered what that something was and she dared not to hope it was what she wished it to be. As they took to the sky, however, it was with other thoughts in her head.

What did this mean?

What would Aegon do were he to find out?

Did she care what he thought?

Would they do this again?

Did Aemon feel as she was starting to?

Flying on Vhagar and looking to the green dragon and the man and wolf that were on its back, it was the latter of these that she found herself concentrating the most on.

Dragonstone 3 BC.

Aegon.

For the past few days, he'd been torn between looking at the Painted Table and out the open window. The Conquest and the absence of Visenya both took up equal time in his thoughts. Rhaenys had continually told him that he had nothing to fear in regards to their sister-wife. That not only was Visenya an accomplished swordswoman but Aemon had shown himself to be an even superior swordsman than Orys, which was no mean feat, and that with Vhagar and Aemon's own Rhaegal, no man would be foolish enough to pull on the dragon's tail.

Yet it was not truly Visenya's safety that was his concern and so Rhaenys' words didn't bring him the relief she wished them to. Instead, it was something else, something intangible, and a feeling he'd not known before that preyed on his mind. As he looked out the window and heard Rhaenys' footsteps behind him, the sight of the sails was enough to allow him to concentrate on the Conquest for now. Just seeing the silver seahorse was enough to focus his attention and as he felt Rhaenys' arms wrap around him, he turned to her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Daemon has arrived." he said softly and saw her smile.

"Then it's almost time." she said and he nodded.

"Once Visenya returns it will be." he said and Rhaenys took his meaning wrong, thinking he was showing concern rather than annoyance.

"I'm sure our sister will be back presently." she said and he kissed her once more, keen not to let his thoughts go to where they may.

Taking her by the hand, they walked from the room and made their way from the keep down to the docks. Was it anyone other than Daemon arriving, then they'd wait for them to make their way to the keep, but Daemon was kin and kin deserved to be greeted differently. Orys joined them long before they reached the docks themselves and having his brother by choice with him soon changed his mood completely. The little japes he made and the eager way he spoke of what was to come were more than enough to bring a smile to Aegon's face.

That smile only grew even larger when he saw the red crab sails and looked to Daemon's ship to see him standing with Triston Massey and he knew then the time was truly almost upon them. Looking to Daemon, he could see his own eagerness for what was to come. Long had he wished for them to conquer these lands and to rule over the seas and the time was finally here for that to happen. Daemon was a large man and his silver hair was a match almost for Aegon's own, though he wore his long and loose while Aegon's was cut short.

"The man who would be king." Daemon said loudly as they embraced.

"The man who'd rule the seas." he said back to a loud laugh.

"Rhaenys, as beautiful as ever." Daemon said kissing Rhaenys' offered hand while Aegon greeted Triston and Daemon then moved to Orys "Orys you big oaf." Daemon said to a giggle from Rhaenys.

"Daemon you fishy fucker." Orys said back to more laughter.

"And where is the fierce Visenya?" he heard Daemon ask though he didn't listen to the reply, instead changing the subject and asking about Lord Celtigar.

"Crispin is on his ship?" he asked to a nod of Daemon's head "Orys, can you see he's brought to the keep?"

"Of course, Aegon." his brother by choice said and with that, he, Daemon, Rhaenys, and Triston Massey along with their guards and men made their way back to the keep.

He heard the sound of the dragons long before he saw them and then the gasp that came from Daemon as he saw the green one. The look he gave him was one of confusion and since his own attention was more focussed on his sister's return than anything else, it was left to Rhaenys to explain that not only was there another Dragonrider, but that he was a Targaryen too. Something that Daemon accepted for now. Though Aegon knew there would be questions to answer later.

Aegon sent guards and horses to welcome Visenya and Aemon back to the island and continued on to the keep. Once inside it was straight to the Chamber of the Painted Table and he spoke to Triston far more than he did to Daemon as they walked there. After telling them that they'd feast that night and discuss plans on the morrow and calling for some servants to see Triston settled, something that Rhaenys took upon herself to do, Aegon was left alone with Daemon and he knew the questions would need to be answered sooner than he'd wished for.

"Another Targaryen, Aegon? Another Dragonrider?" Daemon asked worriedly.

"He's knelt to me, Daemon. Pledged his sword and his dragon to my cause and he is our kin. I can't explain the how of it, nor the why of it. But he is our kin and he's to be trusted." he said and Daemon looked at him for a moment before nodding.

"He and Visenya went North?" Daemon asked.

"He's a Stark too, Daemon." he said and then held his hand up when Daemon went to ask more questions "I know not the words to explain it to you, mayhap Visenya can do so better than I." he said and was happy that Daemon seemed to accept that.

They spoke then on more trivial matters before Crispin arrived with Orys and Aegon welcomed him to the keep and the island. It took some time for Visenya and Aemon to make their way to the keep and was it not for the giant wolf, then he may have noticed that they seemed more awkward around each other. Instead, it was the wolf that he, Orys, Daemon, and Rhaenys all found themselves looking at almost awestruck.

"That's truly a Direwolf?" he asked after Aemon had told them that the wolf, Ghost, would harm them not.

"Aye, it is. Ghost has been with me since I was a green boy and saved my arse more times than even my blade or Rhaegal, haven't you boy." Aemon said rubbing the wolf's snow-white fur.

Aegon went to stop Rhaenys when she moved to the wolf, but Visenya's nod and Aemon's own lack of worry were enough for him not to. He looked on as his love rubbed her hands over the wolf's back and saw the smile that appeared on her face as she felt the softness of the fur. The sound of her laughter soon rang out when Ghost licked her hand and then he looked on as the wolf moved not to Aemon but to Visenya and lay down beside her.

After some brief introductions, he, his sister wives, Daemon, Orys, and Aemon made their way back to the Chamber of the Painted Table and he asked how their trip North had gone. Aegon listened intently as he was told that they had a run-in with some Northmen but no fight had taken place and that they'd left when Aemon bid them do so.

"Why did they simply leave?" Daemon asked.

"Direwolves are of the North, Lord Velaryon as am I. Ghost's presence was worth more than even a dragon's to stop any conflict between Lord Umber, Visenya, and myself. Though they were not best pleased that the dragons had landed." Aemon said.

"You think word will reach King Torrhen?" Orys asked.

"Aye, I may need to speak to the King in the North myself at some point." Aemon said and Aegon looked at him curiously.

"You believe you can bring them on side?" he asked to a shake of Aemon's head.

"Northmen are stubborn, your grace, words may not be enough. Though I have some that I'll use to try."

"And should they not be? You would fight against your kin?" Daemon asked doubtfully.

"My kin are in this room, Lord Velaryon. My goal is simple and one that's unwavering." Aemon said firmly.

"And that goal is?" Daemon asked curiously now.

"To see House Targaryen rises so high that no one can ever dare to threaten their position, not just for now, but ever." Aemon said and Aegon smirked at the conviction in those words.

They feasted that night. Aemon and Visenya surprisingly not saying much to each other and he wondered if they'd had a fallen out while in the North. Finding himself happy at the thought for some reason. Daemon spoke to Aemon far more than anyone else did and whatever had been said between them, seemed to be enough for the Lord of Driftmark. When the night drew to a close a part of him wished to go to Visenya's room and yet it was Rhaenys that he went to as usual. Their coupling for some reason was even more pleasurable and he woke the next morning feeling refreshed.

He broke his fast with both Rhaenys and Visenya, Daemon and Triston along with Crispin joining them while Aemon and Orys spent their morning in the sparring yard. It was almost noon when they held the meeting to discuss their plans and he was surprised that Aemon stayed silent during them. His kinsman offered up no words to change or divert those plans and instead he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts somewhat. They were just about at the end of the meeting when the messenger arrived and Aegon made his way to his seat to welcome him to his halls.

"Lord Targaryen, my king bid me deliver this message." the nervous man said as Aegon sat his seat in the Great Hall with Visenya and Rhaenys standing by his sides and Aemon, Daemon, Orys, and the others all looking on.

"Indeed, and the message your king wishes to be delivered?" he asked.

"In the basket, my lord." the man said shakily.

It was Aemon who move forward to open it. Aegon looked at him with surprise as did Orys and yet both of them welcomed him doing so, as it showed that he was risking himself for him. Not that Aegon expected some sort of trap or attempt on his life, but still, it showed that Aemon was willing if there was one. Less than a moment later, what was in the basket was held up for all to see and Aemon read the note that came with the severed hands.

"These are the only hands you'll receive." Aemon said and Aegon felt his anger rise at the audacity of Argillac Durrandon.

"A message from a fool then. Very well, tell your king his message has been received and he'll soon find out my answer." Aegon said and he waited until the man had left the Great Hall before rising to his feet.

He moved down the steps and stood in the Great Hall, the determined and angered look on his face one that those who knew him best had seen many times before.

"Send the ravens and prepare the ships, we leave on the morrow." he said before walking away, Rhaenys hurrying after him while Visenya stood and waited for Aemon before following.

Winterfell 2 BC.

Torrhen Stark.

He looked at the two raven scrolls that were laid out in front of him, one of them now making far more sense since the other had arrived. Tales of dragons in the North were not something he'd expected to hear and certainly not from Beric Umber, but the raven named them as true and Beric was on the way to Winterfell to speak words he'd not commit to paper. Yet in truth, it was the second of those raven's scrolls and not the first that Torrhen most pondered on.

The message that it contained was one that the entire North would need to be made aware of soon enough and he wished that Brandon was here with him and not off on one of his hunts. He needed more counsel than he himself could offer and had sent word to Lord Manderly for him to come and speak to him. Hopefully, with Marlon and Warrick along with Beric Umber, he'd have enough clever men to come up with some sort of a plan. Surely Brandon too would be back by then, or so he hoped as he picked up the second of the raven scrolls and read it once more.

To the Lords and Ladies of Westeros and to those who name themselves as Kings or Princess'.

I hereby name Westeros as one land under one king, King Aegon Targaryen The First of his Name. Seven shall become one and those who oppose me in this will feel my wrath and fury. Join me, kneel willingly and you will keep your lands, holdings, and some will keep even their titles. To those who wear crowns, I promise you roles that your stature deserves, but only should you bend the knee. For any who dare to oppose me, I offer only Fire and Blood. Do not force me to destroy you, my lords and ladies, for though it may not be something I wish to do, it is something I am willing to. I await your replies eagerly, but not patiently.

Aegon Targaryen,

King of the Seven Kingdoms.

As with the first raven, his first instinct had been to laugh and to throw it into the fire. Something had stopped him though and now he knew what that was. This needed to be shown, to be seen by his lords and their reactions to the words judged for true. His naming them as the words of Aegon Targaryen was not enough, he knew that now. They needed to see it with their own eyes and he needed to see how they reacted once they did so.

Placing the scroll back down on the table, he picked up the first one once again. Its words were much different and as he read them, he wondered if the visit was a precursor to something far more dangerous. Those in the South knew little about the lands of the North. They thought them the same when they were very much not. Armies should they ever breach the Moat would soon find marching through the North to be a far different prospect than they had imagined. The weather, the lands themselves, even the roads would all combine to make the march one they'd never forget. True enough no army had breached the Moat as of yet and the only foes they had to face on their own lands had been Iron Born or Wilding savages.

The Andals had tried and failed to conquer the North and had paid their price in blood while faltering at the Neck, but the Andals did not have dragons. They had not been able to simply fly over their defenses and land wherever they wished and the fact that two dragons had done so, gave him more pause now than it had upon reading the raven's scroll originally. Torrhen was unable to dismiss the thought that it had been a scouting mission that the dragons had been on and that the North may find themselves facing an enemy the likes of which they'd not known before. He sighed and reached for the mug of ale that had been sitting untouched on his desk and then heard his solar door open.

"Brother." Brandon called out loudly until he saw his expression, though it had softened somewhat upon hearing his brother's voice "What happened?" Brandon asked as Torrhen bid him sit and handed him the first and second of the scrolls.

His brother's reaction was one he should have expected. Brandon leading with his temper and his angry shouts that he'd see the dragons dead was not as comforting as it may have been. There were few enemies that he'd not back Brandon against, few men that could come even close to his brother on a field of battle. Torrhen though wondered if it would even come to that. After all what need was there for men to fight when a dragon could just unleash its flames upon them and even snow melted when it met the fire.

"Whist brother." he said loudly "Your anger does us no good when it's clear heads we need."

"He wants me to kneel, Aegon fucking Targaryen bids me kneel and tells me I can keep what's mine! That you can keep your lands and holdings. Who the fuck does he think he is to tell me what to do? He's no king of mine, not now, not ever!" Brandon said loudly.

"Yet we need think, brother, think before we act, and to do that we need more knowledge than you or I possess. I've sent word to Marlon, he and Warrick are on their way and both have had dealings with the dragons. Beric too is coming to explain more of what he wrote. We needs must listen to their words and then we decide what it is we're to do."

"Very well, but I'll not fucking kneel to a sister fucker, brother, on that you have my vow."

He knew it was better not to speak too much more and so he simply nodded and made his way to the sparring yard. His head needed to be cleared and given what was written in the scrolls, the time may soon be upon them when they needed to fight. It had been far too long since he'd swung his sword in anger and while he always kept up his training, he knew he'd need to be even sharper still. As he passed his two young sons doing their own training, he briefly smiled only to find a frown soon appearing as he worried about their futures.

It was a new experience for him and not one he enjoyed much. As never before had he feared what would happen should he fall in battle. Winterfell would hold firm and keep any enemy at bay, or so his father had told him when he was but a boy. Again though it was the thought of dragons, of walls facing flames and how well those walls and those who hid behind them would truly be protected that soon filled his mind. Mayhap that was why he went so hard in his sparring and why he was able to best Brandon for once. His brother's laughter and words daring the dragons to test their might against his blade soon rang out loudly around the yard.

That night he found himself unable to sleep, instead, he walked the keep and took the time to check in on his children and watch them as they themselves slept peacefully. It was something he both wished for them and envied them for, and as he watched the sunrise that morning, something he hoped was in power to see continue. He was tired when he broke his fast and yet he welcomed the arrival of first Lord Marlon and Ser Warrick and then Beric Umber, Torrhen greeting them with Brandon before inviting Beric to speak to him and his brother in his solar while the Manderly's settled into their rooms.

"Your travel was good?" Brandon asked as they took their seats, Beric nodding that it was and then smiling when Torrhen offered him the mug of warm cider.

"I had thought to let you settle first, Beric, but…"

"You want to know about the dragons." Beric answered and Torrhen looked him in the eye and bid him continue "We found them at the old hunting cabin the Watch uses, saw the smoke from the fire, and since we were in the area anyway, we thought it would be a good idea to share some warm food and some words with the brothers of the Watch."

"You're sure they were dragons?" Brandon asked curiously.

"The man was a warrior, dark of hair and eye and he looked northern, almost a Stark now I think more on it, though he was a dragon for sure." Beric said and Brandon looked at him only for Torrhen to shake his head and bid Beric continue "The woman, we didn't see at first, the man gave us some horseshit about being a Northern bastard who had been traveling the lands and sought refuge in the cabin, and when we saw he wasn't alone we bid his companion join us and that's when we saw her."

"She was more what a dragon looks like?" he asked.

"Aye. Silver hair and eyes of a like I've never seen afore. Dressed as a warrior too, come to think of it."

"Visenya mayhap." he said to his brother more than Beric.

"I challenged him, would have taken him too and brought them to Winterfell were it not for the white wolf."

"White wolf?" Brandon asked confused.

"A Direwolf, I speak no lie. Bloody thing was as large as me horse and thrice as fast. It snuck up on us without making a sound and afore we knew it, we were throwing down our arms and thanking the Old Gods that the dragons sought not our harm."

"The wolf helped them? "Brandon said shocked.

"The man mainly. He seemed to have a kinship with it, I'd name him a warg if I knew not that he was a dragon and thought him from the North."

"What else can you tell me about them?" he asked.

"The woman, she bore a thin sword, Valyrian Steel." Beric said and Torrhen sighed as it proved him right and it was indeed Visenya Targaryen that Beric had encountered "The man too bore a Valyrian Steel sword, different though, longer, a bastard sword and it's hilt was I'm sure a white wolf."

"Did you see the dragons themselves?" Brandon asked and Beric shook his head.

"No, they sent our horses running and us on our way, by the time we caught up with them and made our way back to the cabin, they were gone. They had no horses though, Brandon, none, and we searched for a day before making our way back to Last Hearth. The dragons were there, I'd stake my life on it."

"No one doubts your word, Beric, you know that." he said to a relieved nod.

"You think they were scouting?" Brandon asked and Torrhen shook his head, it made no sense that they'd go so far north if they were, whatever they'd been here for it wasn't that and that was enough to worry him even more.

"We'll call a meeting later, go get some warm food and see your men are settled Beric, we'll feast tonight." Torrhen said and Beric laughed as he rose to his feet.

"Thank fuck for that, I could do with some good ale and company."

He waited until the man had left the room and once he and Brandon were alone, he turned to his brother.

"The White Wolf?" he asked and Brandon shook his head.

"With a dragon? That makes no fucking sense."

"You heard how Beric described the man, Northern, looked a Stark. So maybe he's not a dragon for true."

"Surely if he were kin of ours he'd make his way to Winterfell?" Brandon asked.

"Mayhap he soon will." he said taking the raven's scroll from his pocket.

The feast that night was a happy enough affair. Brandon, Warrick, and Beric all enjoyed themselves immensely while he and Marlon drank and tried to make merry, but worried about the future for too much for it to be for true. Later that night, when it was over and as he passed his children's room and made his way to his bed, he stopped and turned and made his way to the crypts instead. His footsteps took him past some of the Kings of Winter and the Direwolf statues that guarded their bones and he soon found himself standing at the wall furthest from the door. The torch in his hand shone its light and illuminated the image and the crude drawing was just as he remembered it.

The glade was full of Weirwood trees and the figure that knelt in front of the largest one and held a flaming sword alight was clearly a man and yet it was the wolf next to him that Torrhen stared at for some time. The white shape was clear in the light and he felt a shiver go down his spine. It was a tale as old as Bran the Builder and one that they gave as much credence to as they did the Others or the Nights King. Yet looking at the drawing he began to wonder if there was some truth to that tale now and if so what did that mean for him and the North.

"When the colds winds blow and the snows fall, the white wolf shall return and the end of days shall be at hand." he said softly and then shuddered when the light from the torch went out.

Blackwater Rush 2 BC.

Orys Baratheon.

He had almost chuckled when he'd seen the message that Durrandon had sent back. The fool angering his brother by choice far more than his non-acceptance of his offer would have done anyway. That it sped up their preparations a little was something he welcomed, though not so much that he was forced to sail with Aemon Targaryen rather than Aegon or his sister wives. Orys had hoped that either he'd sail with all three or one of them, but Aegon wished to take to the sky and both Rhaenys and Visenya joined him. Why Aemon Targaryen did not was not something he understood at first, only for Aegon to tell him that he wished to keep the fourth dragon as much of a surprise as he could for now.

So it was on his ship that Aemon and that white wolf of his sailed. Orys once again found himself slightly in awe of the huge beast. It was almost to his shoulder and just looking at it, he knew it could end any of them in the blink of an eye. Yet it was its quietness that unnerved him the most. The wolf made no sound at all, not even when it moved and was that not bad enough, its connection with Aemon Targaryen was something he couldn't explain. Visenya had tried to explain what a warg was to both him and Aegon and yet until you actually saw one with their familiar, it was merely words in the wind that you heard. There was a control that he'd name as akin to the dragons and yet it was different, more true somehow and so as the wolf moved, Orys wondered if it was by its or Aemon's choice and he liked it not that he couldn't tell which.

They'd not spoken much as they sailed and he had been surprised to see Aemon help out on the ship as if he was one of the men and not a prince of the blood. He was quiet and sullen and spoke only when spoken to and other than when with the wolf or when the green dragon flew overhead, Orys had not seen the man smile once. Mayhap that was why he didn't like the man. Or was it that he'd turned up out of the blue and was now part of a family he had no right to be close to? Whatever the reason was, he and Aemon Targaryen would never be friends and that suited him well enough. Though the silence they'd shared thus far on the journey was now about to end much to his annoyance.

"Blackwater Bay." Aemon said as he and the white wolf moved to where Orys stood.

"It has no name, but that's a good as one as any."

"We're docking where?" Aemon asked.

"The mouth of the river. Near the three hills."

"Good, I'll let Rhaegal know."

He watched him walk away and then looked on as he stood at the bow of the ship. The green dragon soon flew so low and so close that it was only by the god's will that he'd not crashed into the ship and Orys swore he could hear the dragon's trills from where he stood. Then as quickly as he'd joined them, he was gone and they didn't see him until an hour later when they docked, the green dragon there waiting for them and even he was impressed by the level of control that Aemon had shown. As he unloaded his men, horses, and supplies, Aemon and the white wolf both made their way to the green dragon and once they were finished and the other ships had landed, it took to the sky once more.

They rode to the three hills to see Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya waiting for them and as he joined his brother by choice, he noticed how Visenya and Aemon seemed to almost ignore one another. It was a strange sight to see and one he was most pleased about, Aegon too given the look in his brother by choice's eyes. Tents were set up and pickets set and that night after they finished eating, plans were gone over once more.

Rhaenys was to travel to Rosby and Visenya to Stokeworth. The two keeps were the nearest ones to them and they'd need to be brought to heel quickly to allow them to begin work on the Aegonfort as they had named the first holding that the Targaryens were to take in Westeros. Its plans had been changed by the arrival of Aemon Targaryen and where at first it was simply to be a motte and bailey fort that would serve as their initial residence, now it was to be something much grander. Or to be more precise, soon it would be something much grander, as for now, it was simply a means to an end and one that they'd seek built quickly.

Be it the words that Aemon spoke, the idea that he was from some future, and that all of what was to occur had occurred by the time he was born, Aegon had welcomed the much grander design and felt it more suited for a king of seven kingdoms. He watched as Aegon said his goodbyes to his sister-wives and as he and the men began to work on the new keep. Then he looked on as Aemon, the white wolf, and the green dragon took to the sky and headed off to he knew not where. Waiting until all three were out of sight, he then made his way to Aegon to speak his concerns, finding his brother by choice next to Balerion on the newly named Aegon's High Hill.

"A pleasant view is it not?" Aegon said as he turned to him when Balerion took to the sky, Orys looking around to take the view in for himself as his brother by choice's words.

"It is. Have you named the other two." he asked to a chuckle from Aegon.

"What names do you suggest, brother?"

"The only name they could be, brother." he replied with a laugh of his own.

"Rhaenys' Hill and Visenya's Hill." Aegon said pointing to one and then the other.

"Pity there's not a fourth, I'd like a hill named after me." he japed.

"We'll need find one then."

"Aemon, Aegon, where is he off too?" he asked once the laughter had stopped.

"I believe my kinsman worries far more on my wives than I do." Aegon said confusing him for a moment "He's gone to make sure that naught befalls them, though neither needs his help or support."

Orys nodded at that, knowing full well just how capable both Rhaenys and especially Visenya were when it came to protecting themselves. Yet it made him think a little more positively towards Aemon that he was backing them up regardless. He and Aegon spoke more on their plans and he asked him again if he was sure it was to Harren rather than Argillac he would march to. Aegon again told him that it was for the best that they stuck to their plans.

Leaving his brother by choice to go about his business, he then spent the rest of the day going about his own. He made sure the defenses were set and that they could not be attacked or taken by surprise. At times he'd catch himself looking to the skies for the sight of the dragons' return, something he caught Aegon doing more than once. It was as night fell that the first of them did so, Rhaenys and Meraxes landing on the hill that Aegon had named for her and Orys seeing Aegon ride to greet his sister-wife and so he called for a horse so that he could do the same. He arrived to find them locked in a passionate kiss and so it took some time for Aegon and Rhaenys to notice him.

"All went well?" he asked when they finally did so.

"My wife has won us our first victory and she did so without even needing to unleash Meraxes' flames" Aegon said proudly.

"Lord Rosby has bent the knee and will come and swear true fealty to us on the morrow." Rhaenys said and Orys bowed his head and offered her his warmest smile.

"Of course he did, my queen." he said to a giggle from Rhaenys.

Night had fallen for true by the time that Visenya and Aemon arrived back, the two of them landing on Visenya's Hill and it seemed that whatever awkwardness they had been experiencing earlier was a thing of the past given the smiles both wore when they arrived at their campsite. The white wolf was walking by Visenya's side and she looked and was unharmed, much to Aegon and Rhaenys' joy. Her own mission had been just as successful though Stokeworth was not as lucky as Rosby and had almost lost its roof to Vhagar's flames.

They ate and made merry that night, the first days of the Conquest having gone as well as any of them could have wished for and though he knew there would be much harder days ahead, he felt no doubt that they'd come through them successfully. He wasn't there when the tales of Dorne were told later that night, though he was around for Aegon's rage the next morning and had it not been for Rhaenys, then he doubted that Aegon would have still been on the ground when Lord Marq Stokeworth and his son and heir Alyn and Lord Jon Rosby arrived to bend the knee.

A few weeks later.

They had few if any actual skirmishes let alone battles these past few weeks. Aemon and Visenya flew to Keep after Keep and most surrendered merely at the sight of them. Their foragers had been attacked by bandits which he himself had put to the sword soon enough and that was that. Aegon had raged silently over the words that Aemon and Visenya had spoken to him about Rhaenys and Dorne and it took him some time to find out the content of those words. That it was Aemon and not Aegon who spoke them to him was an annoyance and yet he had needed to know.

"What did you say to Aegon?" he asked Aemon as he found him alone without the white wolf for once.

"I told him of Dorne, of what happens to Rhaenys at Hellholt." Aemon said, surprising him with his candor.

"What happens?" he asked worriedly.

"Dorne is a hard place to conquer and Aegon goes about it the wrong way." Aemon said and he went to argue and stick up for his brother by choice only for Aemon to continue "The dragons separate and at Hellholt, Rhaenys and Meraxes fall to a scorpion bolt."

"Impossible." he snorted.

"As is a man being sent back in time and yet this too happened."

"It will not." he said angrily only to see Aemon nod his head.

"Of that, you can have no doubt. I'll burn Dorne to the ground before I allow it to, so you can imagine what Aegon is considering doing."

"You truly believe the shite you say don't you?" he asked to a small mirthless laugh.

"I wish I was a liar, Orys, truly I do. That I was a mad man who made up tales and spoke falsehoods. For if I was then I'd not feel the pain of the losses I suffered and not have to bear the weight of my failures. But a wise man once told me something I'd long forgotten when I named myself a failure and it's something I force myself to live with each and every day since I've come here."

"And what was it he told you?" he asked curiously.

"Good, now go fail again." Aemon said with an odd smile on his face as the white wolf joined him and he walked away leaving Orys alone.

He shook the memory from his head and made his way to the largest of the buildings they'd constructed. The fort was coming along well and the walls that surrounded it were complete. Few of the buildings inside were finished but the watchtower, kitchen, stables, and the long hall were and it was there that he found Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys, though it was Aemon Targaryen and the white wolf that his eyes were drawn to. He'd seen him and Rhaegal leave the night before and had watched them arrive earlier that morning. Now he found himself eager to find out whatever he had learned on his scouting mission and what he found out was not good news.

"You're sure they march, Aemon?" he heard Aegon ask as he reached them.

"Aye, they march. Three thousand or more I'd say. House Mooton and Darklyn given the sigils."

"You let them march unhindered?" Visenya asked curiously.

"I felt it best not to attack without provocation, your grace."

"How very gallant of you, Aemon." Rhaenys said smirking.

"The last thing I am is gallant." Aemon said while smiling and shaking his head for some reason.

"You heard?" Aegon asked when he noticed him there.

"I heard. Your orders, my king?"

"Gather the men and march, you're outnumbered but I'd seek a parley and find out if it's truly a fight these lords wish for or have they come to swear fealty."

"Men don't march with an army to swear fealty, my king." he said and Aegon chuckled.

"I know, but like Aemon here, I'd prefer to attack only when provoked. For now at least."

"Orys and his men won't be enough, Aegon." Visenya said stepping forward.

"No, they wont. Are you ready to fight for me, Aemon?" Aegon asked and Orys looked to the dark-haired man and saw it in his eyes long before he spoke the words.

"I am yours to command, your grace."

It was the middle of the afternoon when they began to ride out. Aemon was sitting on a horse rather than the dragon, but he knew that Rhaegal was in the sky above them somewhere. He felt the excitement in his veins, the blood rising at the thoughts of a true battle and he looked forward to seeing Aemon in action too. A part of him almost wished that the man would stay ahorse and fight by his side and he could see him for true, yet a larger part was happier than it would be from the sky that he and Rhaegal would offer their aid. There were much more dangerous enemies to come and he had no wish to fall before he met them.

The Crownlands 2 BC.

Aemon Targaryen.

He was riding to war, readying to take part in the first true battle of the Conquest and he knew his mind should be focussed on that and that alone, and yet it was not. Instead, it was on other events that had occurred these past few weeks or to be more accurate, he was thinking of her. His mind couldn't truly concentrate on anything else and not even Ghost's presence could make it so. Though looking through the white wolf's eyes as it scouted the lands ahead of them did at least give him a brief respite.

Things had been awkward between him and Visenya after they'd lain together. Both of them had trouble dealing with what they'd done and what it meant and so at first neither were speaking to the other about it. It had taken until they'd landed where King's Landing was to be founded and Visenya had flown to Stokeworth for them to even be close to able to speak to each other about it. Aemon had flown after both Visenya and Rhaenys and offered them aid he knew neither truly needed, and then he'd bid Visenya land and speak to him after she'd brought Lord Stokeworth to his knees.

A few weeks earlier.

Being with Ghost once again was a boon to his spirit and to see him with Rhaegal made everything seem almost all right. They'd rolled around on the ground and welcomed each other back into their lives and his connection with Ghost was just as strong as it had ever been. Unfortunately, the comfort of their time together was broken by the words Visenya had bid him say and the hurt that those words brought to her.

Whether it was that, his own growing attraction to the woman, hers to him, or something else, he knew not. Only that when he went to soothe her pain, they found themselves locked in an embrace and before he knew it, they were laying together. He'd be a liar if he said he'd not enjoyed it, or needed it. Or that he felt any guilt about it while they were in the middle of the act. Afterward, though, he was not the only one who felt that what they'd done had been wrong. He'd slept with a married woman, his kinsman's wife, and she had broken her vows to her husband. That was no small thing and so their actions when they realized what they had done, in retrospect were hurtful ones to them both.

He'd felt guilt too about his own vows, about Margaery and his children and though technically he'd not broken them, it was hard to tell his heart that was the truth of things. Aemon had only ever lain with his wife, she'd been the only woman he'd ever wished to or ever believed he would. Now he'd lain with another and he knew not what that said about him. So the flight back to Dragonstone, their time on the island and the build-up to the beginning of the Conquest, was all so much different than the time they'd spent together before then. Others soon noticed too, and he had heard Visenya put her own and his moods down to the upcoming war.

By the time they'd set off to begin, he found himself sailing with Orys rather than flying with Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya. Aegon told him that he wished to keep the fourth dragon and rider a secret from those who knew it not for longer and Aemon quickly realized that it was Visenya and not the Conqueror who'd come up with that plan. He was bid good fortune by all three of them and he returned the sentiment the time on the ship gave him a chance to clarify his thoughts somewhat. True what they'd done was wrong, but not because it shamed what he and Margaery had, but because they'd gone behind Aegon's back. Yet a part of him couldn't stop the thought that what they'd done had been right too and it was this part he listened to when plans were made for Rosby and Stokeworth.

"Rhaegal and I will offer aid from the sky as well." he said to a frown and a shake of Visenya's head and a far warmer smile from Rhaenys."

"Fear for us do you, Aemon?" Rhaenys japed.

"Not at all, your grace. I know in truth my help is not needed and yet…"

"You wish to offer it all the same." Visenya said her expression easing some.

They'd flown and while Rhaenys brought Rosby to their side with no need for a dragon's flames, Visenya had needed for Vhagar's to be let loose before Stokeworth knelt. He'd watched from up high, Ghost in front of him and tied into the saddle that he'd been gifted by one or all three of his kin. Aemon knew not who had decided it and so he attributed it to them all. Then when she and Vhagar took to the sky, he bid Rhaegal fly close to them and once he did and they'd left the keep behind, he bid her land. At first, he feared she would not, that she'd ignore him as she'd been doing since they'd lain together. Whether she wished to hear what he had to say or she had words of her own to impart, they landed and after he loosed Ghost from his ties, he let the white wolf run free.

"We should head back." Visenya said almost angrily.

"Forgive me." he said catching her by surprise.

"For what?"

"For not speaking before now, for not handling things well. For whatever hurt or annoyance, anger or despair I may have caused you." he said and for the briefest moment, he saw a smirk on her face.

"And why would you have caused me any of those things?"

He took a deep breath and readied to say words he knew not. All he hoped was that it was the truth that he'd speak and that whatever happened from here, it would be enough to bridge the divide that had opened up between them.

"I acted dishonorably and without care after we…after we…"

"Fucked, you can say the word, Aemon." Visenya said irritably.

"Aye, after we fucked." he said and this time the smirk was even more pronounced "I thought about my wife, my children, your husband, I thought about everyone but who I should have thought about and I'm sorry for that."

"Who should you have thought about?" she asked eagerly.

"You Visenya. I should have considered your feelings more than any others." he said and felt rather than saw her move to him.

"I'm sorry too. I thought only about mine own, Aemon. I sought more than you were willing to offer and when you did not, I thought only about mine own feelings."

"Visenya…I…"

"We can never be, Aemon, we can…."

He silenced her with a kiss, feeling her own need for him in how she kissed him back. How long it went on for, he couldn't tell, but they were both breathless when whichever of them stopped the kiss did so.

"We are dragons, Visenya, there is nothing we can never be…" he said to a nod of her head.

"Aegon…"

"I know not what we can say to him, how we can…."

"Aemon?"

"I know that life is too fucking short and I've not felt this way for the longest time. No one other than my wife has ever made me feel this way, Visenya, and yet…" he said kissing her again "This feels different too. I like how it feels and wish to feel it more."

"As do I, Aemon."

Now.

They'd spoken more, kissed more, things were still far from resolved between them but it had led to them both telling Aegon about Hellholt and Rhaenys and almost to Visenya telling him about Maegor and about what was going on between them. Why she'd not, he'd put down to the Conquest, and instead, she'd told him and he'd found out it was true, that she and Aegon were no longer laying together.

A part of him had put that down to her not wanting to tempt fate and give the gods a reason to laugh at their plans. Maegor may not have been born until a number of years from now, but Visenya was loathe to take the chance, or so Aemon thought. Right up until he set off to deal with the army that marched their way, that was what he'd thought. Her words spoken to him as he'd readied his horse, had shown that wasn't entirely the reason.

"I find I've no wish to lay with another man, Aemon, no longer do I wish to do my duty as a wife when my thoughts are with another." Visenya said softly.

"Mine own are with you too, you know this, don't you?" he asked and she nodded her head.

"Be safe, Aemon, be safe and return unharmed or I'll be most wroth with you."

"As you command, my lady." he said with a nod of his head.

He felt the call and closed his eyes, Ghost had reached the army that marched and it was clear as it had been when he'd flown over them, that it was not to swear fealty that they had set off. Looking at them through the wolf's eyes gave him a better view of the makeup and the measure of the men and they were a poor bunch indeed. Less than a hundred were what he'd name as true warriors and even some of them had seen better days. Most were levies made up of Smallfolk and were poorly armed and barely armored.

Even without Rhaegal's presence, these men would be no match for the men that Orys led. Aemon could if he wished sit back and allow the fight to take place. Though it would be a rout and far too many would lose their lives unnecessarily. He bid Ghost to return and called out for Rhaegal who was flying to lands to the south of them. Then turning to Orys, he bid him follow and once they reached some ground a little distance away, he and then Orys dismounted.

"I've taken a better look at the men we face, Lord Orys. They are poorly armed and armored and few are true threats."

"You've seen this through your wolf's eyes?" Orys asked, still unsure how he did so.

"Aye. We have a choice ahead of us. We can rout them easily, you alone, me on Rhaegal or both of us together, but mayhap a different tactic is better used."

"Which is?"

"We use Rhaegal to his best extent. Have him break the army before we need to truly face it. During the parley we make it clear what it is they'll face should they not kneel and should they still not do so, then before the fight takes place, I'll break their spirit and spare their lives."

"You truly believe you can do such a thing?" Orys asked doubtfully.

"I've done so before. A man's will to fight is a tenuous thing. Some men will fight to the death because they have no choice but to do so, others will seek a way out of the predicament they're in. I wager the forces we're facing will be more of the latter than the former."

"You wager my men's lives on it, Aemon."

"If need be, I'll do what I must, Orys, I'll not risk any on our side, on that you have my vow. If Rhaegal must destroy the army we face, then he'll do so quickly and without mercy, but we should at least not let that be our first action."

"Very well, I'll go with you on this, for now anyway."

He nodded to the taller man and they mounted back up on their horses. It took them two more hours to find themselves close enough to the army they faced for the parley to be called for, and as they rode out, Aemon called on Rhaegal to make his presence known. The Green Dragon did not disappoint and the show he put on was one that even their own men were in awe of. He flew over the assembled forces of both armies, one silently and the other very much not. His roar rang out and Aemon had to give the men credit, they kept formation somehow as they did when he let loose his flames into the air and then landed a few feet from where he, Orys, and the Lords Darklyn and Mooton now parleyed.

"You would break parley?" Lord Darklyn asked angrily.

"Did we attack, my lord? Have we harmed but one of your men?" Orys asked while trying not to smirk at the fearful look on both men's faces "Our terms, my prince." Orys then said turning to him and Aemon moved his horse forward as Ghost ran across the field and took his place beside him.

"Kneel and pledge yourselves and your men to his grace, King Aegon Targaryen, The First of his Name, and in return you'll be welcomed as good men and true into the kingdom that he'll create. You'll find favor in being amongst the first to do so and that you've done so without spilling blood, ours or yours. Your titles and lands will not be infringed upon and no retribution will be sought for this fool's march you've set out on"

"And should we not kneel? "Lord Mooton asked snarling.

"Then I shall dismount my horse and climb upon my dragon's back. You've seen Rhaegal let loose his flames in play, if I'm forced to fly here today, they'll very much not be. After I see to the end of your army, should you both live still, then it's to the white wolf that I'll see you fed." he said and Ghost moved forward snarling silently, Aemon seeing how the horses moved nervously and the men upon them even more so.

"You think you scare me boy?" Lord Darklyn asked, trying to sound brave and unafraid and very much not managing either.

"I'm not here to scare you, Lord Darklyn. I'm here to see you kneel, how you do so is up to you. I repeat once more. Should I be forced to mount my dragon here today, then neither of you will see the morrow and when I'm done here it's to Maidenpool and Duskendale that I fly to next. Believe me, my lord, stone melts as well easily as wood and flesh burns and if you force me to bring the fire, then I'll see it unleashed for true." he said as Rhaegal roared on cue.

"Damn you to the seven hells, boy." Lord Mooton said glaring at him as he spoke.

"I've already been damned, my lord, trust me it's not as bad as you may believe. Now your answer. Are we to fight or swear oaths here today?"

"Fight." Lord Darklyn said and Aemon nodded.

He was off his horse before either of the lords had turned their own. Rhaegal had already dropped his wing and Ghost beat him climbing up it, and as he readied to tie the wolf in front of him, Rhaegal roared and loosed his flame on a patch of ground just off to the left of them. Which of those two things stopped the lords from riding away, he knew not. Only that as he looked on, Lord Darklyn and Lord Mooton both dismounted, as did Orys and he watched as both men took a knee and swore their fealty.

"Well, no fight for us today, my friend, You've won this battle before it began." he said proudly to Rhaegal and heard the sound of the dragon's trill at his praise "Aye, you played your part too boy." he said rubbing Ghost behind his ears.

It was only later as they were heading back to the Aegonfort that he remembered the tales of this battle. How Lords Mooton and Darklyn had rallied and joined together and how Orys and Aegon had defeated them causing the deaths of both men. Things had been changed because of his arrival, which gave him hope that he truly could change the things he wished to. It made him wonder as well about he and Visenya and whether or not things could be changed there too. Could there be a way for them to be together? Was that the true second chance he'd been given? And if so was it enough to make up for what it had cost him to end up here?

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and reviewed. Up Next, A king is crowned, Aemon and Visenya continue their illicit affair as they head to the Vale while Aegon, Rhaenys, and Orys set off to face their own foes. We take a look at Dorne, the Reach, and the West while far to the North a man in a tree looks on eagerly and Aemon is sent a vision of another time and another life.

Daryl Dixon: Really glad you liked it.

Uncle Dork: We'll see Aemon wrestle with those very thoughts as we move forward, we see a glimpse of it here as he's made a change and it's made him realize that he truly can change things.

Zet666: Algunas sugerencias interesantes ahí, ya veremos, la de la ciudadela en especial.

Celexys: Hope you liked this one as much, Aemon and Aegon are going to have some conflict, though how much is yet to be decided.

Jessicanightmarewolf: Very much so, and yes he was, here as you see it means something too. Well, Argillac was an arrogant sod, so this is true and that's what he did. People really underestimated Aegon given his low troops number.

That line about Ice made flesh is a good one, I may steal it lol.

Dunk: Yeah with the Starks I want to build them up a little, show some of them so we get an idea of them rather than just it being a cold meeting sort of thing, give a hint of the personalities and motivations before they meet. Hope this meets your approval in regards to Aemon/Visenya, I don't want to drag the angst out, but want it there too, so we'll see certain things take him back and bring it up again, but I want the Aemon/Visenya thing to not feel like a second choice thing, more a second chance. That's a big thing, you see here that Aegon is trying to keep Aemon unknown to them, but that can only last so long. In regards to the Tyrell's, yes that's a huge thing, it's literally Oh I like the nickname idea, nice one.

Ymere: Without Ghost, it just doesn't feel right when it comes to Jon, so we have to have him there and it also helps lighten his heart too as it's the first sign that the gods haven't abandoned him. Glad you're liking Aemon/Visenya, they're a lot alike in some aspects in that their loneliness is something both don't wish for. There are some big Rhaegal moments coming up soon. No worries about the lack of reviews, I'm just glad to know that you're out there reading and enjoying the fic.

Iacopo: Muchas gracias por decirlo.

Mrmcnasty: I think so too with Visenya, her coldness is because of the situation she's in, a loveless marriage, and knowing that you're not even really the second choice. But she is the fiercest when it comes to family and so she has this emotional core that Aemon is letting her express more clearly.

Keb: Thanks so much, glad you're liking it.

Cesco: It is coming soon, I'm in the process of getting a number of chapters ready to go so I can update them quickly once I start, rather than have to wait to update them like other fics.

On the update for this, it's every two weeks or so, but I've been out recovering after an accident so this got delayed.

Aegor: Hope this answers you in regards to the Starks and we have just seen the first of those butterflies.

Youngthundercat: Thanks for saying so, I really hope to deliver on the promise of this here and in the upcoming other fics in the series.

Creatvio: Bueno, técnicamente Maegor no es su antepasado jajaja. Pero sí, está en peligro de crear su propio tatara, tatara, tatara y tantos otros tatarabuelos.

Smoking Barrel: Thank you so much.

Guest: So glad you liked it.