Highgarden 296 AC.

Sansa.

She and her goodsister, which was what she had come to think of Margaery as were finishing their lesson before getting ready for the day ahead, and Sansa found herself looking forward to it. Every time she looked to Margaery she found herself imagining what the wedding was like, what the sky looked like that night and how Margaery must have felt kneeling in front of the Three Singers. She and Fang had gone to sit by the trees more than once, just closing her eyes and picturing what it would have been like.

While a part of her was annoyed at them both for not inviting her, a different part, the part which believed in knights, maidens, and chivalric tales, found it to be something special. Good Queen Alysanne and King Jaehaerys, married in secret and ready to take their rightful place on the throne, soon to usher in a period of peace and harmony. She knew Jon would make a great king, Margaery a great queen, her best friend, and her brother, she swooned and was caught once again.

"Sansa are you even listening?" Margaery said and she turned and looked at her friend in embarrassment.

"What?" she asked and tried not to giggle at Margaery's put out look.

"I said we have arrangements to make, Garlan and Leonette the wedding, remember.".

"That's moons away, I'd rather talk about another wedding." she said looking to Margaery and seeing her shake her head.

She was surprised to see Margaery hand in her writing to Maester Lomys, even more so when her friend walked from the room. Handing in her own she hurried after her, finding her sitting on the window seat that overlooked the garden below. She took a seat beside her and said nothing, just waiting to see if Margaery would speak, something she did not do for quite some time.

"Marge?" she asked softly after a little while.

"Hmm, what, oh it's nothing." Margaery said and she wanted to push, more than anything she wanted to ask her what it was that was upsetting her, but she instead just sat in silence until it was time for lunch.

Margaery seemed more like herself during lunch, happier, and they along with Elinor and Mira gossiped about knights and balls, about the wedding and Sansa's upcoming nameday, and who may or may not come to both. She expected Margaery to get upset when Loras and Jon's names were brought up, Elinor being sure they'd both come for the wedding and Mira even suggesting they could come for Sansa's nameday also.

Margaery though just smiled and suggested that they'd come if they could and Sansa was sure she was holding things in, that she was trying not to build her hopes up. This became even more clear to her later on when Margaery begged off from going to the gardens. Elinor and Mira then deciding to go into the town, leaving Sansa with nothing to do for the rest of the day.

"You look bored?" she heard Willas say as he walked up to her as she was sitting on the grass. Fang running through the open spaces ahead of her.

"I am, I had not expected to see you today." she said as she looked up at him.

"I'm bored also, join me?" he said holding out his hand which she took.

Despite the wedding being a couple of moons away, Lord Mace and Lady Alerie were keen to do it right, so between the plans they made, and the visits to Lady Leonette's family, it had left Willas with even more to do than usual. While they still took their walks together, they'd been less frequent and she'd found herself missing them terribly. As they walked to the bench where they would usually sit though, she soon found her boredom a thing of the past.

"Where is my sister today?" Willas asked when they sat.

"She's a little…she's not..".

"Sansa. I know about her and Jon, the wedding." he said and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think she misses him even more now." she said and he nodded.

"I think you're right, and you?".

"Me?" she asked surprised.

"How do you feel about the fact your brother and my sister are married?" Willas asked with a small smirk on his face.

"I..I wish I could have been there, that we all could, gods, why didn't they just tell us." she said her voice full of frustration and as she heard Willas chuckle she frowned at him before she too began to laugh "Because then they'd not have been able to." she said a moment later.

"Aye, they're good together, they will be good together." Willas said and she nodded.

"Ehmm, can we go hawking again?" she asked biting her lip "I promise not to cheat this time." she said when he took some time to answer.

"You cheated? Really Sansa what were you thinking?" he said and she looked to the ground before she realized he was jesting.

"You're so mean." she said slapping his shoulder, though not very hard.

"Aye. I'd like to go again, tomorrow?" he asked and she nodded.

She was surprised by how long he stayed with her, both of them sitting and talking about various things and just enjoying each other's company. He asked her more about her warging and she told him what Jon had said about the birds, while also at the same time showing him just how easy it had become for her. They talked about Garlan and Leonette's wedding, and she found herself pleased by just how happy he was for his brother, how proud of him he was.

When they were walking back she laughed when Fang walked between them, the wolf allowing Willas to pet her head repeatedly, and even looking up to him every so often in order for him to do it more. While Fang was friendly with all the Tyrell's, even with Olenna, who seemed almost fearful of the wolf at times, she was especially so with Willas and Margaery, something Sansa wondered about.

"Well my lady, it seems I must bid you farewell, I'd say until the morrow but no doubt we'll see each other tonight at dinner." Willas said and she giggled when he bowed and kissed her hand.

"Why thank you kind Ser, I shall look forward to our future adventures together." she said with a curtsy, giggling some more at the laugh that came from Willas when she did so.

"Now I really should run, no doubt my grandmother will be most displeased I've not been working today." he said and she was about to say how sorry she was for distracting him when he rolled his eyes, making her laugh fully this time.

She watched him walk away, the cane hitting the ground with each step and she found herself hating the thing. Some people looked down on Willas she knew. She had heard something Randyl Tarly had said during the tourney and had she been closer she'd have given him a piece of her mind, but he had left before she was able to. They thought him lesser because of his injured leg, and in doing so they missed what made him so very special. His mind was as big as his heart Sansa thought, and he was far better than most of the men she'd met since she came to Highgarden.

As she made her way to her room, she found herself thinking on the wedding once again, she looked forward to it and to the one that Jon and Margaery would no doubt have in the future. Quickly finding herself thinking of dresses, balls, and feasts, and of how the brides would look. Opening her door though she found herself thinking on Willas and cursing the cane once more, were it not for that then he'd be able to dance at those weddings, and she'd then be able to dance with the man she wished to.

Casterly Rock 296 AC.

Genna.

She had been called to speak to her nephews and brothers, a full family meeting, and she found herself excited by it. It was rare they all sat down and spoke together, they had meals where they all ate together and each of them met regularly, but an actual sit down meeting was a rarity. As she walked to Jaime's solar she wondered what it was about, when she'd first been told her nephew wished to see her she had worried. Had something happened to Jon? Was this to do with Tyrion and Arianne Martell?.

Both of those things made her nervous for different reasons. She quickly put her fears about Jon out of her mind, it was too soon for anything to have happened with or to him. Jon had only been gone a day or so and she'd seen Ghost that morning with Joy and Loras, and the wolf looked unworried. Which then had her mind running to Tyrion and Arianne, was something happening there, something more than she already knew.

They had not been subtle, either of them, and she'd found the girl herself to be a bit of an enigma. How she dressed, acted, had she not met Oberyn already she'd have found it scandalous. Having met her uncle though she could see where Arianne and he were so much alike in certain ways. She had feared that the girl was just using her nephew, but when she'd looked closer it was little things that made her think there was more to it than that, and the talk she'd had with the girl had helped also.

"Are they all inside?" she asked Farrow who nodded and so she walked into the room.

Kevan looked agitated, Jaime and Tyrion too, while Gerion just seemed bored, her brother though had been getting that look on his face more and more lately. Unless he was with Ashara Dayne that was, she had to bite her cheek to stop herself laughing at the image in her head. Three lovesick fools and Kevan she thought as she took her seat and waited for Jaime to speak, though it was Kevan who did so.

"Two shipments of ice, one of wood, and a larger shipment of wine, all in all, a little over 50,000 gold dragons we're down." Kevan said and she looked to him.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Three of our deliveries in Essos have been attacked, our men have been killed and we've received this from Ser Richard." Jaime said handing her the note.

Taken it from his hands she opened it and read it quickly, feeling her anger rise as she did so. That duplicitous falcon needed his wings cut and cut soon, as for the fat Magister, Genna had heard them speak of him but didn't know much of him really.

"What do you intend to do?" she asked.

"I'm going over myself, they used sellswords, well I intend to show them what happens when you play with lions." Kevan said.

"You are letting your anger cloud your judgment Kevan." Gerion said.

"They killed my men." Kevan said loudly.

"So what, you intend to what? Bring more men to Essos, bring some of those knights and soldiers you've gathered in Lannisport?" Gerion said looking to him "Surely I'm not the only one who sees the folly in this?".

"Aye Kevan, Gerion has the right of it, you don't send lions to hunt dogs." Jaime said with a smirk.

"Then what? We're to do nothing?" Kevan said shaking his head.

"We use wolves." Tyrion said a moment later.

"What wolves?" Genna asked.

"They attacked using sellswords did they not, sellswords pretending to be bandits?" Tyrion asked Kevan who nodded "Then we hire our own, we hire men who know Essos far better than we, men who can be trusted." her nephew said.

"Who?" Jaime asked.

"The Company of the Rose, Northmen." Tyrion said.

She sat around while they discussed it over and over, the plan itself was sound but who her nephew wished to use caused some concern. Why he wished to use the Company of the Rose she couldn't fathom, less so the more she heard talk of them and who they were. Northmen who had refused to kneel to the dragons three hundred years ago, who'd instead left and formed a company of sellswords in Essos. It made no sense to her why these men and not someone else, and so she waited until things had calmed before she then asked her nephew the questions on her mind.

"Why this company, Tyrion?" Genna asked looking to her nephew.

"They're good men, loyal, and unlike some of the other companies, they understand and think like Westerosi." Tyrion said.

"What does that mean?" she asked confused.

"The Golden Company follows it's own creed, it's own oaths. Our word is as good as gold. They're made up of men who came from Westeros, men who can trace their families back to Westeros and so they seek to be Westerosi." Tyrion said and it was Kevan who spoke.

"What have they go to do with the Company of the Rose?" Kevan asked clearly not convinced.

"It's the same principle Kevan, they too are at their heart Westerosi. The other companies are Essosi, they think like Essosi. Do you know how an Essosi thinks? What they're loyal too?" Gerion asked and Kevan shook his head.

"That's the thing uncle, neither do I. But these men, if they say they'll do what we ask then they'll do so. Northmen more so than any, even if their word may not be as good as gold." Tyrion said.

"It's held just as true." she said and Tyrion nodded.

"Will they accept a contract from us? "Jaime asked.

"They will, tell them of Jon and our connection with the North and they will." Tyrion said and she nodded. If these men considered themselves Northmen still, they'd see that the north suffers because of the attacks. That it harmed their countrymen as much as it did the men of the West.

"Very well, I'll travel to Myr and speak with them." Kevan said and she found herself a little worried about her brother.

"Does it have to be you?" she asked and he nodded.

"They were my people, aye, it has to be me." he said and she didn't have it in her to argue anymore.

"Since we're all here there's something I need to tell you all." Tyrion said and she and Kevan turned to look to him "I'm going to tell Princess Arianne the truth.".

"Tyrion?" she said shaking her head.

"We're together, we've been together for some time, aunt. I can't, I won't lie to her, she needs to know." Tyrion said determinedly and she almost wished to smile but her worry won out for now.

"Are you sure you can trust her?" she asked and saw the glare he gave her.

"I have to." he said though not as confidently or determinedly as he had declared he'd tell her.

"She knows of Jon and the dragons, Oberyn has told her almost everything I suspect, and I think you're right brother, I think you need to tell her the truth." Jaime said and Tyrion gave his brother a smile and she saw how much Jaime's support relaxed him.

"You and the princess eh." Gerion said with a smirk.

"Aye uncle, it seems we both have a thing for Dornish women." Tyrion said and she laughed when Gerion hit him a mock punch.

"I'd rather no one outside the family knew what happened." Kevan said "But this is your choice nephew, if you feel this is the right thing to do, then I'm with you." he added quickly when Tyrion looked to him.

She was walking down the corridor when she heard the footsteps behind her. Tyrion while not running, was moving far more quickly as he struggled to catch her up, and so she stopped and waited for him.

"Aunt." he said when he reached her.

"Nephew." she said back as they began to walk.

"Can we speak Aunt, about Arianne?" he asked and she nodded before opening the nearest door and finding themselves in Jon's old room.

"What do you think of her aunt, truly?" he asked concernedly.

"I had my doubts Tyrion." she said and saw him deflate "But she's not as I imagined, she cares for you that much is clear, and you do her obviously, do you see a future?." she asked.

"I..I hope for one Aunt, Gods I hope for one." he said and she knelt down and looked him in the eye.

"You are Tyrion Lannister, no matter what anyone else may say, you are my nephew and I love you very much. Any woman would be lucky to have you for their own, Tyrion, any woman, even a princess." she said and hugged him tight.

She held him for some time before she stood back up and they walked from the room, she had meant every word she had said to him. As a Lannister, he was a worthy consort for a princess, as a Targaryen and a Dragonrider even more so, she knew how much Jon thought of him and how he too saw him as family. The only doubt she had was whether or not her nephew was ready for the vipers of Dorne, Oberyn would be his friend, she just hoped Doran would too.

As she walked into the dining hall she saw Joy hold court with her foster friends, the little girl was the center of attention, telling them all some story that she'd probably heard from Jon. She laughed as they did, saw Joy look to her, and nod. She then sighed as she saw Emmon walk in and she quickly took her seat only for him to follow.

As her husband droned on and on about something, she looked to the girls table and remembered her own childhood and her father's folly. She found herself thankful that the next generation were more lions than kittens, that Gerion was not his father's son and wouldn't see Joy badly matched, and then she laughed causing Emmon to look at her oddly. The thought not leaving her mind, even were her brother to be that much of a fool, she knew that a dragon wouldn't allow her grandniece to suffer as she had.

Volantis 296 AC.

Shiera.

They had tried, Sandor had gone to the river only to find the ship gone, he'd hired a horse and raced up the banks only to find nothing. They had no idea which direction the ship had sailed in, had they stayed on the Rhoyne, or slipped off down the Volaena? or had they gone further and taken the Selhoru?. They couldn't be certain, they were not even sure that the ship hadn't just sailed out into the Summer Sea.

Dany was lost, she'd tried to get through to her niece but only Ellagon and Rhaegal seemed to be able to. Sandor was furious and had they not stolen a dragon and broken her niece's heart, then she'd feel sorry for them. As it was she didn't and she wished that Sandor would do all the things he said he would. He had threatened to rip the heart from Jon Connington's chest, to see Aegon dragged naked through the streets tied to a horse, as the Dothraki do.

Shiera was not a violent woman, and yet she seemed to attract violent men, Aegor, Brynden, and now Sandor. She too had been attracted by such men, but in her heart, she longed for someone different. She sought someone who cared not for violence and she knew that because of this, what she and Sandor had could never last.

"Come little one, let's go see your mother." she said as Rhaegal flew around her.

She walked into the room to find Dany curled up on the bed, Ellagon laying beside her and Rhaegal soon flew over to join his mother and sister. Shiera too wasted no time in joining them, laying down behind Dany and softly stroking her arm, whispering in her ear that they'd find him, that they'd bring her son back to her. Dany shuddered beneath her and Shiera looked up to see the food lay untouched on the table.

"You must eat niece, you need to be strong." she said softly.

"I'm not hungry." Dany said shaking her head.

"Dany, you must, they need you, Sandorix will need his mother too.".

"He won't, I failed him, I should have listened, I failed him." Dany said as she began to sob.

"You didn't, I didn't, we both thought it right and I'm a lot older than you so if anyone's to blame it's me." she said though Dany wasn't listening.

She was actually relieved when the girl seemed to wear herself out from crying for so long, Dany falling asleep as she held her. Getting up from the bed she asked one of the acolytes if the dragons had been fed, she'd given Rhaegal a little that morning but she thought she could feel their hunger. The girl arrived back a few moments later with the plate of meat, she quickly divided it up and called the dragons to her.

Rhaegal came quickly, Ellagon a little more hesitantly and she saw the dragon look first to Dany and then to the meat before she took to the air. They no longer needed to tell the dragons to produce their flames when eating, it was almost as if once they had done it they'd unlocked a door, and now they did it at will. She stroked both of them as they ate, Rhaegal leaning into her touch while Ellagon was more reluctant.

"The princess sleeps?" she heard the voice say from behind her.

"She does, you've found nothing?" she asked without turning her head.

"The flames only show me the three of you riding, while the dragon's fly." Kinvara said.

"Riding where? She asked.

"East." Kinvara said before she left.

She felt herself shudder when the woman left, the words resonating and bringing up memories she'd long since buried, memories she'd not wished to have to confront ever again. Closing her eyes she could still hear the voice, still, see his face, and try as she might she couldn't stop the images she saw.

"To go north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward you must go back, and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow." Brynden's voice said.

She opened her eyes quickly, she'd done that once, followed the voice and where had it gotten her? It was only when she followed the other ones, the ones she'd ignored, that she was placed on her true path. Was this Brynden's work? Could he have somehow manipulated her once again? All these years later could she trust that she was following her path and not his?.

The dragons had finished eating, Ellagon flying back over to be with Dany, Rhaegal though stood in front of her, his head cocked to one side and she felt him leaning into her. Her arms wrapped around him of their own accord and she felt a strength, a sense of peace and contentment come over her. Doubts, worries, concerns, all seemed to fade away and as she looked at the dragon she saw something in his eyes, which surprised her, he looked almost protective.

"Kirimvose Rhaegal, Kirimvose ñuha raqiros." (Thank you Rhaegal, thank you my friend." she said and the dragon chirped as she let him go, looking to her before flying over to Dany.

She stayed in the room with Dany until Sandor arrived back, he'd once again gone to the docks and spent the day asking people if any had seen which way the ship had gone. He'd threatened, bribed, offered a reward, and brought red priests with him, all to no avail it seemed. As he walked to the bed and looked at Dany she could see the worry on his face, and he turned to walk to her a moment later.

"She's no better?" he asked and she shook her head "Still not eating?.".

"No.".

"Fuck, she needs to eat." he said his voice more concerned than angry.

"I've tried, she thinks she failed her son, Sandor, it's hard to get her to even consider she didn't.".

"We all failed him, I should have spoken up more, I should have gutted that fuck when he was sneaking around the rooms." Sandor said.

"She asked you not to." she said and he turned and glared at her.

"You're blaming her?" he asked angrily.

"No, I'm saying what she'd say.".

"Kinvara?".

"Says she saw us ride east, that's all , that vague, we ride east." she said frustrated.

"Maybe we should, maybe it's what we need to do?.

"She's in no condition to ride, Sandor.".

"Aye, but maybe it's what she needs, a sense of direction, something, anything, it's got to be better than this." he said waving his hands around.

"We'll speak to her when she wakes." she said and saw him nod.

"You eaten?" he asked and she shook her head, though he was gone before she could say she wasn't hungry.

They sat in Dany's room while they ate and she woke up while they did so. When she heard that there'd been no luck she went to lean back against the bed but Ellagon wouldn't let her. Both she and Sandor looked on as the dragon pushed her, almost forcing her from the bed, screeching at her when she went to get back in. Shiera rose to her feet and moved towards her, worried that perhaps Dany may see this as a rejection.

But she was surprised when Dany smiled and walked to the table, even more so when she took some of Sandor's food from his plate. Sandor not even saying anything about the leg of chicken that Dany was eating with no finesse whatsoever. Instead, he just got up and walked from the room, arriving back a few moments later with a larger plate and some drinks, both of which Dany soon tucked into.

"We need to find them, any ideas?" Dany said and both she and Sandor were a bit taken aback by the tone. It was far more determined than the dejected one she'd been using the past few days.

"I checked the docks and up the banks, both directions, there's no sign of them." Sandor said reluctantly she could tell.

"Kinvara says we've to go east, that she saw us and the dragons heading east." she said.

"She saw them?" Dany asked hopefully and it hurt her to shake her head, though she was glad that the sadness on Dany's face seemed to only last momentarily.

"We could look in the flames ourselves, get her to show us." Sandor said and Dany nodded.

"We will find him and when we do I'll show him a true dragon. I'll show him the meaning of our words, Fire and blood, he stole my fire, he'll pay for it with his blood." Dany said and despite the chill that ran down her spine at the words, she felt on this occasion it would be more than justified.

The North 296 AC.

Richard.

Richard had ridden hard through the North, he'd laughed at the irony of the fact he was riding south to go north. He had actually been nearer to his destination days ago than he would be again for another week at least. Arriving in the city he headed straight to speak to Marao, he was tired, hungry, and in dire need of rest, yet he knew he'd not truly get any for some time.

As he stood in the room and listened to the tales Marao spun he felt his anger rise. Three girls recruited and three girls lost, all in and around the Dreadfort. He shuddered to think what could possibly have happened to them, the Bolton's reputation was not one to be ignored.

"Why no men Marao?" he asked.

"Girls are easier Ser, the men up here are a strange bunch, women and girls see the coin and see the benefits. The men, some of them at least, hold to their honor like a septa does her virtue." Marao said and he nodded.

"Any other problems?".

"No Ser, everything else is working well, it's just on or near the Dreadfort. We get nothing on the Bolton's at all, other than tales from those who've left.".

"Those who've left?.".

"A lot of the Small Folk took up the offer to go to Wintertown Ser, until the Lord put a stop to it. They seemed glad for the option of a life away from Bolton's lands. So I made a trip myself and found the tales to be of a Lord that brooked no dissent, a people that lived in constant fear." Marao said.

"And that's all?" Richard asked.

"That's all they'll tell me." Marao said shaking his head.

"You need anything?." Richard asked eyeing up the bed.

"No I'm good, you staying here or moving on?".

"Moving on, I want to be back south as soon as I can, many fires burning my friend." he said with a smile.

He accepted the new horse from Marao, his old one would perhaps not make it on the journey he had ahead of him, and then made his way to the New Castle. He was no sooner in the door then Ser Wylis joined him, directing him to the Lord's solar where Wyman was already waiting.

"Richard, it's good to see you." Wyman said as he and Wylis took a seat and within moments he was once again glad to be in the Manderly's company. His mouth salivating as he looked hungrily at the warm soups and other dishes placed on the table.

"I thought you may be hungry." Wyman said with a smirk as the three of them began to eat, Richard found the soup to be particularly appetizing.

They talked of anything other than what he had come for as they ate. Wyman telling him of his new Maester being a better sort and of how they'd found Theomore's journal. Richard in turn telling him of the success of Jon's plan and how they'd managed to get them all. Some journals had been recovered and he himself carried the best of them with him, Theobald having kept extensive notes that he knew his king would wish to read.

Wyman asked about Jon and he told him that if things had worked out how they expected, then by now their king may be a Dragonrider.

"He's really going up on a dragon?" Wylis said shaking his head.

"Aye, he said he can feel her, she's ready to fly and so that was what he intended." Richard said and Wyman chuckled.

"I look forward to seeing that Richard, a dragon may not be a horse but I'll wager it won't make a difference to Jon." Wyman said his laugh fuller now.

"When do you wish to set off?" Wylis asked and he was glad he was finished eating, just the thoughts of heading to Bolton lands filling him with dread, apt he thought given where they were going.

"Whenever you're ready Wylis.".

"You looked tired Richard, take a day or two to recover and then go. The weather's still mild and a day or two won't harm, given how you look it'll help." Wyman said and he nodded his agreement.

In the end, he stayed three, the news having come in about their shipments being attacked in Essos and he cursed the distance between them and it, the time for plans to be made taking far too long. He told an angry Wyman that he'd sent warning of the Magister's plans to the Lannisters, but that by then it was probably already too late.

"Speak to Kevan, Wyman, I'm sure the Lannisters feel as you do and aren't going to let this slide." he said and Wyman nodded.

"I've been meaning to travel to see Lannisport myself, perhaps on your return, you'll have a guest with you when you leave White Harbor." Wyman said.

"I'd welcome the company." he said and saw the smile on Wyman's face.

"I'm sure the girls would enjoy the visit, and who knows maybe Jon will let me see the dragons." Wyman said seeming to talk himself more into it "I can actually see him flying on one for myself." he added as they laughed.

Setting off the next day, he was unsurprised by the large accompaniment Ser Wylis brought with him, the knight having confided in him that he'd not travel Bolton lands without a large escort. It seemed even a noble lord's son had much to fear from the flayed men. The journey through the lands was pleasant he found, the tents warm, the food plentiful and the company was good.

Still, he was glad when they stopped off in Hornwood, Lord Halys, and his lady wife Donella were more than happy to host them. While Ser Wylis spoke to the lord and the lady and Richard was as polite as he could be, it was to the guards and men of Castle Hornwood that Richard spoke to. Though the real information came when he found himself speaking to a young girl who worked in the kitchen.

"We's don't go near the Bolton lands me lord, never, me ma says I've not to ever travel that way." the girl Kara said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Girls don't last long up there me lord, the hounds get them." she whispered and he could see the fear in her eyes and not wishing to upset her anymore, he left it at that for now.

"Here for your trouble." he said handing her a handful of coppers, the smile on her face making the feared look from earlier seem but a distant memory.

He talked to one or two other girls and to an older woman. All gave him somewhat the same story, tales of hounds, and hunts that made no sense. One girl who had actually worked for the Bolton's mentioned something about the bastard, and so as they rode the next day he asked Wylis about him.

"Aye Roose has two boys, Domeric I think is squired in the Vale and Ramsay, I believe is his bastard's name." Wylis said as they rode by the Weeping Water.

"Where is he?" he asked.

"I don't believe Roose lets him live in the castle, he visits though, never met the lad myself but I'd imagine he lives close by somewhere.".

The Dreadfort certainly lived up to its name and the lord looked as if he belonged here. Roose Bolton was as pale as the keep was dark, and except for his eyes, the man was unremarkable. The eyes though were pale and almost white, always watching and never showing what the man was thinking. He welcomed them friendly enough though and gladly accepted the two casks of Hippocras that he'd had Wylis procure.

After accepting guest rights they were led into the keep itself, he felt the darkness of the exterior was matched perfectly by the coldness of the interior. There was barely any light and the shadows danced wherever you moved, all in all creating a feeling of foreboding, be it by design or default. They were brought to the Great Hall and it had to be the worst example of one he'd ever been in, dark, smoky, and as he looked around at the torches he could see what looked to be skeletal hands holding them in place.

"I'm sure you'd like to get settled and we'll feast tonight but your raven intrigued me Ser Wylis. That and your friend's business, Ser Alayn is it?" Roose said and he spoke so softly that were they not directly in front of him he'd not have been heard.

"Just Alayn my lord." he said and Roose nodded, a barely perceptible move of his head.

"As you know my lord, my father, and Lord Jaime have a long-standing business arrangement. One which Alayn would like to extend to House Bolton and one my father is more than keen to see your lands and people benefit by." Ser Wylis said and Roose looked at him not saying a word.

"We find ourselves expanding even further in Essos my lord, in need of even more supplies and your lands are fertile in timber and furs are they not." he said and the Lord turned to him.

"And yet it's only now you come to me?" Roose asked softly.

"Indeed, other deals were negotiated based on a variety of reasons my lord, not as a snub to House Bolton or yourself." he said and felt discomforted by the lack of reaction on the man's face.

"Even with our proximity to White Harbor? We're nearer than Karhold or Last Hearth and yet we're one of the last to be invited to share this bounty?" Roose said and with any other man it'd have been recriminatory, yet with the Leech Lord, it was a simple statement.

"Young Jon negotiated those deals himself, my lord. Had the Smalljon and the Karstarks not gone to the tourney, had you been able to travel to Winterfell for the wedding then perhaps we'd have been able to bring you in earlier." Ser Wylis said and he saw the small nod Roose gave.

"Indeed, circumstances beyond our control, life is funny that way Ser Wylis. I welcome the opportunity to share in the deals now though. The girls will see you to your rooms, I look forward to the feast tonight, Ser Wylis, Alayn.".

The feast was friendlier, though with Roose it was hard to tell, the man sipped his hippocras and never laughed or smiled throughout the night. Richard found the servants, the women especially, all walked around almost as if they were afraid any little thing would cause displeasure. More and more the place and its name seemed made for each other. He heard little whispers during the night, of how Ramsay was due to arrive and he saw how that made the girls shiver and shake some more.

He didn't get to meet the boy officially, though he saw him and it was clear he was Roose's bastard. That and whatever fear the girls had without him there, was only raised with him in residence. Richard watched the boy for the few days they stayed there, noticing how he licked his lips looking at the prettier girls and how much time he spent in the kennels. It was also hard not to notice the strange man who followed around after him, a man who seemed to discomfit the servants as much as Ramsay himself. Even were you not to see the man, you'd be sure to smell him, and each time he came close to him Richard felt like gagging.

By the time he'd left he knew two things, the missing girls he'd sent to the Bolton's were dead, and it was most likely that the bastard had done something to them. Arriving back at White Harbor he spoke to Wyman and Wylis about his fears and on the ship as they traveled south he began to try to formulate a plan. The Bolton's would be a problem, one needed to be dealt with now, but only a fool would leave Roose Bolton in charge for long, and his king was no fool.

High Heart 296 AC.

Jon.

Flying on Rhaenix over land was so much better than over the sea, especially for his sister herself. She had flown out to sea and up and down the coast without really traveling inland, and so she was keen to see these places, these castles she'd never seen before. The flew over Sarsfield and the Golden Tooth, finding caves in the mountains to rest in. When they reached the Riverland's he felt her need, her hunger, and so he warged into an eagle and went searching for her prey.

He knew they took a chance coming out of the sky when they did, around them the lands were on the face of it deserted, but he knew there were people scattered throughout. Rhaenix needed to feed though and the aurochs would be a welcome meal. So despite it being far off their destination, he told her to fly to it, Rhaenix increasing her speed, and soon they saw them in the distance. He didn't need to ask her to use her flames and when she landed the aurochs was still burning, the trees around it were scorched also, and questions would no doubt be raised.

"Eat sister, eat, and then we'll find somewhere to rest." he said softly as he and Arthur walked to stretch their legs "How are we fixed for water Arthur?.

"We're good, we can fill up just to be sure, we flew over High Heart you know." Arthur said and Jon nodded knowing and feeling it as they did so.

"She was hungry." he said simply.

"You could feel that?" Arthur asked as they moved to the water, the Green Fork flowing slowly today.

"I can feel a lot of things with her, even more since we flew, she can with me too. It's..I..worry what may happen if I'm hurt." he said and Arthur looked at him curiously.

"You think she can be hurt too?".

"I think it's hard for anyone to hurt her, but not so much me. She feels it Arthur, feels my pain, be it from an injury or from something else." he said not needing to tell the knight of the other types of pain he may feel.

"So what do you intend to do about it?" Arthur asked and Jon smirked, knowing the little bit of bite in his voice was down to how much he may risk himself. Not that Jon thought he did, but others disagreed.

"The ingots Arthur, I think that's what they're for" he said as he bent down and filled the pouch, Arthur doing the same.

"I don't understand.".

"I thought they were for weapons, more swords, but I think they're for armor Arthur. I think they're to protect me, protect us both." he said and Arthur looked at him.

"We don't know how to have them worked Jae.".

"I know, but we will, I'm sure of it.".

With their water pouches full and with Rhaenix having eaten, he looked around to find somewhere for them to stay. They perhaps still had time to maybe make it to High Heart but the sun was soon to rise. Unfortunately, the Riverlands didn't have many caves and so he instead found a deserted field, it was way off the beaten track and it looked overgrown. Climbing onto Rhaenix they flew to it and though it would give them very little shelter, the risk of discovery here was low, he felt.

They slept that day against Rhaenix's scales, his sister wrapped around them, her heat keeping the chilly wind at bay. He found himself dreaming of Nan and the stories she'd tell him as a boy, how he and Robb would huddle up at the scary ones or find themselves sitting up listening eagerly to the ones that were not. Arthur had at first refused to sleep on this trip, his Kingsguard duties demanding he stay awake, though Jon, Rhaenix, and his own tiredness soon put an end to that.

"You ready?" Arthur said when they'd eaten, dusk falling given them the cover of night.

"Aye." he said.

The flight seemed to take no time at all, and seeing the hill through Rhaenix's eyes he was stunned by the Weirwood stumps, landing they climbed down and Jon felt her immediately, Rhaenix too. Leaning in against her, he did his best to calm his sister down, and then after a brief argument with Arthur, he walked alone through the ruins.

He found her sitting by a fire and she was as far from Nan as she could be, the woman was small, barely bigger than a dwarf, withered and grey and she cackled as he sat down, though not for long.

"Hello Mya." he said and she stopped, looked directly at him, and then before his eyes she changed.

Briefly, very briefly, she was a young beautiful woman, her long dark hair and slim frame was the complete opposite of the woman he'd just met. Her eyes though sparkled and as she changed again into an older woman, it was those he focussed on. He saw her then truly and while she didn't look like Nan too much, the light in her eyes was not dissimilar.

"Long have I waited for the White Wolf, the Winter Dragon, the Prince that was Promised." Mya said and Jon took a seat.

"You knew I would come?." he asked.

"I waited for you, just as she did and just as he does, be careful when you go to him Jon Snow for the gods have abandoned my brother and he serves only himself now." she said as she picked up a stick and threw it onto the fire.

"Bloodraven?" he asked though he knew the answer.

"A thousand eyes and one, yet here he can't see, and you he can't follow, use that Jon Snow. Use that and don't hesitate when the time comes.".

"You know why I've come?".

"You want to hear the truth of my Jenny, the tale I've never told." she said sadly.

"I do, if you can tell me?" his voice soft and she smiled at it.

"You will sing for me? Sing the song?" she asked hopefully.

"I will.".

"Life is strange Jon Snow, some things need to happen, some things are meant to happen and some lives are meant to be lived, others are not. You were not supposed to be Jaehaerys Targaryen, not supposed to be Rhaegar's son." she said and he nodded.

"I don't understand, who was I supposed to be?" he said and she laughed though it was a bitter one with no humor.

"You were supposed to be Daeron." she said confusing him.

"Daeron?".

"That's what my Jenny would have called you, she and Duncan would have named you for the Young Dragon. but fate finds a way, and there are things not even the gods can change from happening." she said and Jon looked at her unable to find a lie in her face, knowing that she believed what she said at least.

"What was to happen?".

"My Jenny carried a babe, a babe that would have been your father, but fates conspired, Maester's plotted, and my brother would not allow the child be born.

Even beyond the wall, Brynden had power and foresight, and the gods made a terrible mistake in granting him the opportunity to use it. A choice they gave him, suffer for his crimes or make amends, but Brynden was wallowing in grief and despair, in anger, and hate. and they never saw that. Hubris, even the gods can be guilty of it Jon Snow, see that you are not.".

"I don't understand, if I was supposed to be born to Prince Duncan's line, to Jenny's line, then how come I ended up born to Rhaegar's?".

"He lived, my Jenny and her babe did not." she said sadly though not bitterly he noted.

"But..".

"The gods are powerful indeed, a dragon was sent and away you were took, held in its embrace until the time was right, fire and blood was the call Jon Snow, and fire and blood the demands.". he looked to see the tears fall from her eyes and felt unable to move, to help, and so he just watched and waited.

He felt her reach over and grab his hand, and they were no longer sitting by the fire. They were in the Red Keep and he watched as a dark-haired man danced with a beautiful fair-haired girl with flowers in her hair. They were in a room and the same woman and man cried over the body of a young man, his dark hair almost as long as Jon's own, and he longed to reach over to remove the stones from his eyes.

Before he got the chance he was in a room he remembered well, the room Rhaenys was born in, and he watched a woman shout out in pain as a babe was born. He looked on as she held the babe in her arms, as she closed her eyes and kissed the babe on the forehead.

"My Sweet Babe." the woman said and he watched as the life went from her, and listened as the babe cried.

He was in the courtyard of the Red Keep, the boy no more than six, standing there in front of him was a man wearing a white cloak, a younger man than he knew him as, yet he recognized him all the same. The man and boy sparred, the boy laughing as he got a hit in and scowling when his sword was knocked from his hand.

"What did I say, my prince?.".

"Not to get cocky Ser Barristan.".

"Aye, now let's try again.".

They were at the wall now, more men then he had ever seen lined beneath it, and facing them was an army of some sort. They stood off somewhere in the distance, the darkness covering their movements. He could see the fear in the men, the despair, and then the cheers began, the dragon flying over, her white scales and blue wings reflecting against the moon.

"Hail to the prince.".

"Hail to Prince Daeron.".

When he felt her hand go from his he looked and she was standing in front of the fire, she stared down at him and as he went to stand she placed her hand on his shoulder, holding him in place.

"My family was blessed with the sight, and we knew we had a role to play. I thought mine was to see the prince born and in a way it was, just not how I would have wished. Forgive me, Jon Snow, for I bear you no ill will, but I'd be lying if I said I wished you were not someone else.". she said looking at him.

"I understand, there's nothing to forgive." he said his voice full of sympathy for the loss the woman had endured.

"Is there not?" she said shaking her head "When first I went to court with my Jenny it was with a prophecy, a prophecy that changed the fate of a house, though I didn't know it then. Do you know why your grandfather married your grandmother Jon Snow?."

"I thought my great grandfather decided it." he said assuming that's how it happened.

"Aye, that he did, though I'm afraid I played my part. I was sent with words, with a prophecy, a prophecy that turned out true though I know it not then. The Prince that was Promised would come from the line of your grandfather and grandmother, that's what I told them and I know now that it came not from the gods but from my brother." she said.

"I don't understand, you said Brynden..".

"Ha, the gods, the fucking gods play their games through us all Jon Snow, me, you, even Brynden. He sent me as a misdirection, a way to give him a path to you, though he was a fool and a fool's errand never works out how you expect.".

He looked at her in utter confusion now, what she was saying made no sense, Bloodraven was his enemy, was trying to stop him being born and yet he'd sent her to ensure he was born.

"Our families have been linked for all of time Jon Snow, Starks, Blackwoods, Targaryens. Do you know who you're great, great grandmother was, the Stark?. She asked and he tried to remember.

His grandmother Lyarra was a Flint, his sister Arya was named after her mother, his grandfather Rickard's mother was a Locke, but he couldn't think, couldn't place the name, truth be told he'd looked far more into his Targaryen tree than his Stark one.

"Melantha Blackwood." she said and he knew it, felt it that he'd known this and yet he'd not, which was odd.

"I knew that, why couldn't I remember?" he asked confused.

"You've learned a lot and have more to learn. My time is nearly up so listen and listen well. You were inevitable, always meant to be, and nothing or no one could stop you coming, not the Maester's, not my brother, no one. The gods have need of you Jon Snow and they will test you, do not falter, do not fear, and do what must be done.".

"I will." he said his voice full of determination and the old woman sat down.

"Go to Summerhall, search among the ruins, answers you will find, though to what questions I know not. My time is at an end, and you owe me a song." she said with a smile.

He nodded and sat down, looking at her began to sing.

High in the halls of the kings who are gone

Jenny would dance with her ghosts

The ones she had lost and the ones she had found

And the ones who had loved her the most

The ones who'd been gone for so very long
She couldn't remember their names
They spun her around on the damp old stones
Spun away all her sorrow and pain

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

They danced through the day
And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall
From winter to summer then winter again
'Til the walls did crumble and fall

And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave

High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones
Who had loved her the most

As he finished he looked over to the woman, stunned to see she was the young dark-haired girl she had once been. She sat with a smile on her face, her eyes were closed and it took him a few moments to realize it, she was no longer with him. At some point during the song she had passed and he felt intense sadness about it, in another life this woman would have been his great grandmother.

Walking back to Arthur he told him what had happened and they looked around for branches, stones, and twigs and build a pyre for the woman. Standing over the body, he said some words, spoke to the old gods and asked them to reunite her with her family, with her mother, her sister, and to let her see her daughter once more. He climbed up on Rhaenix's back and as they took to the sky she faced the pyre and he closed his eyes.

"Dracarys." he said and the flames hit the pyre, and soon Mya Rivers was no more.

A/N: Thanks to all who've read and especially those who've reviewed. I Had intended to have Summerhall in this chapter but I pulled it and so it'll be in the chapter after the around the world one. Up next we travel around the world, stopping off In King's Landing, Dorne, Essos, Winterfell, the Vale, and Dragonstone.

Wolololol: No it more than likely won't.

Daryldixon: Uh oh indeed.

Msfleur: Jon Connington is blinding himself to the truth, we'll see if he ever sees clearly, as for fAegon he's made a big enemy here, Dany and the others will seek him out and he better hope they don't find him.

Jessicangitmarewolf: I figured no way he'd not take the piss out of her. Dany was too cocky here, she will learn from that mistake. As for Ari we'll see if her feelings for Tyrion can handle the shock of the truth.

Gajeel: Jon A will certainly be alive when the truth outs. Jon C is blinding himself as for fAegon I don't know if he'd ever not believe at this time. Glad you liked that part, it was a big moment for Jon.

Anarchichmind: Both Sandor and Dany are seriously looking to mess fAegon up, Sandor also feels sad for Dany too and so he's really pissed and Dany will learn from this mistake. That's my thoughts, all in all, this has gone so much better for Tyrion. That's the reason precisely, he'd be making sure he was pretty damn comfortable before he brings Joy up with him, by the time he gets back though he will be.

Katee19: the dragon was a crime of opportunity, we'll see it more clearly next chapter, as for fighting it's a dragon, it will fight.

Anja: Really glad you liked it.

Paulies: Oh should the Hound find fAegon then nothing will stop him. He is a bit like that, not full-on psycho like Joff was, yet at least, but the arrogance and entitlement are present.

Biohazard: Really glad you liked it.

Dadspeedforce: Yet in the show, Doreah stole three and in the books by the warlocks, they're small and can be taken. Is it convenient, yes, there are little clues to it throughout the pov, but it's not like they broke into the Louvre.

Guest: We'll see, it won't be as easy as they think to control a dragon.

Lady Octarina: they had a small window to take the dragon size-wise, here, they're a bit larger than they were in Qarth, but they will grow fast and they've made a big enemy. She couldn't really name one after Drogo or Viserys logically here IMO, I've seen stories use the same names simply because we know them and yet logically it only worked in the specific setting in canon, so here, her mother, brother and Sandor I think works. Faegon's lust clouded his mind, he went to the Red Temple convinced he'd meet/marry his aunt, saw a Valyrian woman and almost went she's the one, Shiera looks like a woman in her mid twenties, yet all he saw was this was the woman he'd be sleeping with for the rest of his life. Arianne is way easier to bring on side than Doran, glad you liked the Father part it was a big moment for Jon.

Darthmaine: Illyrio is kinda hard to get to, I reckon he's a man who's well used to people threatening or coming to kill him.

Nagiten: Thanks, fixed that mistake. All those on the Shy Maid are in serious trouble if they catch them.

64thvansull: What losses did Jon suffer in canon, up until he's made LC and stabbed, what losses did he suffer, setbacks, to him personally now, not those around him. He lost his family, yes, but he himself what actual setbacks physically/tactically to his plans did he suffer?. He suffered emotional losses, but that was it, same as he's suffered here, emotional setbacks but no setbacks so to speak with his plans. Which again in canon and once again I reiterate to himself physically, what losses did he suffer?.

Setbacks come in various forms, emotionally Jon has been through the wringer here, learned things, and suffered emotionally, but no action-wise he's not suffered any major losses, why? Because there is no war.

You say the pain and loss he suffered made him who he is, he lost his family, hmm check, he was hurt by arrows, check. In canon he lost Ned, Robb, didn't know what happened to Arya and knew Sansa was a prisoner. Then he lost Ygritte, that's the extent of his losses and pain, other than the stain of being a bastard.

Here, he lost the same amount of family and learned that people conspired to do so, that his mother, father, brother and sister and their mother were killed and taken from him, the life he was supposed to live was stolen from him, that to me is pretty much on par emotionally with his canon life. He's not lost the girl he's loved, I'll give you that.

In terms of him being green, he's less green here than he was by 15 in canon, he's killed, ordered deaths. Ned Stark fought in two wars, in the first one he was 19 and what experience did he have? Or Robert, or Rhaegar? People are green until they are not, I'm not inventing something to give him experience, the experience comes from events.

Jon is mature, but also he's a kid, still, emotionally he'll act a bit like a kid. I'm not sure what you mean by him still being written like Jaime's squire, at times he still acts that way, yes, but this Jon is far different than the Jon of twenty chapters ago, or did you not just see him order the murder of 14 men?.

In terms of pacing, I can understand your frustration, but it's been clear for a long time that this is not a fast-paced story, it follows a trajectory, one which is reaching a climax, we're in the final few chapters before the reveal and the war starts, then the action will ramp up. But without that war what action did Ned Stark see, hell Robert is able to go from a warrior during the Greyjoy rebellion in 289 ac, to a fat drunk in 298 ac. Simply put there is no action until there is action.

Lastly Drama, Romance are just as important as action in driving a story forward, it may not be to your liking and if so then I'm sorry, but again from 289 to 298 events in Westeros pretty much were peaceful, here they would be too until they are not.

Svenion: She's not completely sure they'll challenge in the future, she may think it, but she made a huge mistake here, this was hubris plain and simple. This is a reaction to Illyrio's manse in a way, there they hoodwinked him and so she thought herself smarter and cleverer here, ignored the warnings and the signs.

Zyrus, Joff is next for certain.

Jacobganble: We'll see he's certainly put a big target on his back.

Puffs: Woken the dragon, and the Hound lol.

Xivu: Interesting idea.

Creativo: fAegon no tenía nada que ver con el dragón, ese era todo el plan de Jon C.

Kylecltfn: With fAegon earlier on he was a younger boy and kinda innocent to an extent, he's growing up now and the sense of entitlement and arrogance is coming to the fore, it's not a good path. We will see, taking Sandorix may have been easy, controlling him, not so much. The blood is important as it has been all through this, we'll see exactly how important when next we see fAegon.

As for the bond, the dragons are bonded to Dany, yes.

Celexys: Fire and Blood is certainly coming yes.

Dunk: Faegon is a Bfrye, the phrase Kinvara used was important and we'll see her pov in a bit which will clear some things up. Sandor was and is kinda under Dany's command so to speak, he deferred to her and she told him to stand down over Jon C as for other things, Dany may have seen them, he did not. Basically all through the time at the Red Temple, Sandor was shadowing Shiera and watching Aegon, the others, not so much. Dany made a huge mistake her, basically, after hoodwinking Illyrio she's in an arrogant, cocky, frame of mind, she thinks she's far cleverer than they were and also like with Illyrio she believed her mummery had worked. So it's a little of the I'm playing the game on you and don't realize the game is being played on me kinda moment. Hope you liked the Jenny part, the Summerhall/Dragonstone parts are far more magical focussed, kinda a path he must follow kinda thing.

Ashay: I know I may be sounding like a broken record but the reveal really is not too far away and once it's known, we're at war. On the dragon we'll see, taking one is easier than keeping and controlling one. Glad you liked the Tyrion/Ari part and Jon will be flying for the next couple of chapters.

Vfsnake: That's the problem, it's when things are going you're way you need to be most vigilant. Kevan will have a big chapter coming up once he gets to Essos.

Afterbliss: I won't spoil, other than to say the Sandorix subplot will be resolved quite quickly.

Remi: Sam may not be able to look into Jon, but he will be able to look into the Maesters who died/disappeared and he and Marwyn will meet back up in a while. FAegon's problem is he's reaching the age now where he's in more control of his fate, so while the manipulation is a factor, the true him is coming out now also, he's bitten off a lot more than he can chew here.

Princeloki: Lol, some certainly deserve it.

Guest: I'll show that next chapter, Sandor is getting over it, the right motivation and he'll put it to rest. It's very hard, he knows deep down but he's so wrapped up in fAegon that it may not ever be something he can accept. With Sam, he's gonna use his time to look into those who died/disappeared and meet Marwyn soon so we'll see. On Tyrion, none of them are thinking that far ahead really, at some point it would be logical that they will, but both he and Jon aren't focussed on the politics of it just yet, someone else may make that leap for them. On Dany, I do have plans for her both her future and her pairing and Sandor will have an endgame romance.

Supremus: I may very well do that.

Guest; The Tyrion/Ari reveal is a chapter or so away and I'm so glad you're liking that. Dany thought herself far cleverer and that it would only be a matter of time before fAegon revealed his plans and when he didn't that's when she acted but by then it was too late, as for the dragon, taking one is easy, keeping/controlling one, not so much.

Obl1292. Sometimes you need to make mistakes before you can learn from them, here she will learn from this one.

Battlemage: I do like contrasts, Dany thought that because she managed to play Illyrio that her mummery would work here perfectly, it did to an extent with fAegon and she concentrated on him rather than look to the others. With the not taking advice, again that's the thing, she's a bit arrogant and cocky and so she needs to learn from it, here the loss of Sandorix will force her to learn a lot. As for fAegon we'll see, taking a dragon is easy, keeping/controlling one not so much and the blood bond is a key part of these dragons. Thanks for the advice, the nephew bit was a typo, I got confused, I'll take a look at the other parts, some times it's a format issue although this sounds different, again thanks for the advice.

Vwchick; So glad you liked them, the names just made more sense and given her relationship with Sandor, I think she'd insist on naming one for him. Really glad you're like Tyrion/Ari, they have a big scene coming up soon in dealing with Tyrion's truth.

Naruto: The Volantis/Norvos thing was in relation to the Red Temple, you said something about fAegon seeing it and I was trying to say he'd seen the one in norvos first and then the one in Volantis and that's what he was comparing. On the dragon, we'll see, but yes she knows who he is now for sure, only not that he's connected to Illyrio. Jon will take full advantage of the flying, to both improve and to visit those important places.

Bellaswan: Dany will certainly learn from this and she and Sandor now bear a huge grudge against fAegon and his crew. We'll see if Rhaenix feels anything over the next few chapters.

Mrs. Potter. Well summed up, oh no indeed.

Xand007:Thanks my friend. Maybe he's unburnt, nah just kidding lol. As you see yes, we'll see the Lion's revenge soon enough. It's kinda hard, I suppose it could be, but it's a bit much and Jon A may not care anyway. We'll be seeing more of Jon/Rhaenix and Arthur's adventures next. You too my friend, keep well and healthy.

Jayods: So glad you liked it.

Xanmerrick: Thanks so much my friend, glad you enjoyed it.

Spartan: No worries, we're all starting to have to go back to normal life and that's a good thing my friend.

Nana: De hecho, tomar un dragón es mucho más fácil que mantenerlo / controlarlo.

Sk21: Thanks so much, one of the only good things about not seeing certain characters in the show is that we didn't have to get to watch them being destroyed before our eyes, considering what they did to the main, big characters, god, what they'd have done to an Ari or a Val or someone, shudders. Glad you're liking her here, with Sam he's going to look into the Maester who disappeared himself and see why those ones and he and Marwyn will meet up again soon. With Jaime/Dacey it's one of the things, is there a good time to actually have a child, so they've been thinking of that, on Dany she will, this is a lesson she'll take to heart, it won't completely change her character but it will resonate. He so did, he's lucky that it's only a slap he got, if Sandor finds him, then that slap was as good as it ever gets.

Sovietgod: We'll see, for Jon C who basically was behind the theft, he believes fAegon to be a true Targ and for fAegon himself he's perhaps going to be even more cocky than Quentyn was in canon with the dragons, we'll see how that turns out for them both. The Subplot won't be dragged out for a huge amount of time though.

IrishHermit: he really did and should Sandor catch him then damn is he in for a world of hurt, it'll be shown in the next chapter how they go the dragon, but basically it's hinted at in the section, one was really all they could take. As you see he's using sellswords to hurt their business, we'll see the consequences of that soon enough. That's exactly it with Tyrion, he's come on a lot but he's still not fully there and even the Lannister part is now joined by the knowledge of who his father is, so he's got that albatross around his neck too, he is growing though and as he and Lygaron get closer he'll get far more confident. We'll see, there is something for him in Summerhall.